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((OOC: Related Thread

Crown Prince Missing, and the orrigin of Dozle's power and forces (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=112790&start=0)))

IC:

Space twisted in the outer edge of the Sol system, as the massive form of the former Takian flagship the Prince Taka slid through the rip. At her helm, the mangled form of Dozle, former Crown Prince of Valinon sat, pondering as he healed.

"tell me Prince, how many warriors are at my disposal?"

one million SOAT-marine bots are aboard this ship, along with two hundred fifty thousand sailor bots, though production has begun on the capture Takian ship yards, and the first batch of SOAT-bots can be dropped within three hours.

"Thank you grandfather, that will be all" Dozle said, a cruel grin spreading across his face, brushing the holographical image of his grandfather off the throne.

"I belive" he said to the bridge full of bots "that it is time we paid some old allies of the High Prince a visit. . . all ships, make course to Daikerta, Neo-Wu, and Bu-Long Tea, it is time the Adamite Empire gained some land."

The bots hurridly set to work moving the ship towards Earth, programing in coordinates for three of the most powerful nations in alliance with the Takian empire. . . and soon to be the first victory in what Adam hoped would be a long list of peoples, places, and more importanly, resources in his quest, his dream, his goal held through three generations, three bodies, and soon brought to frutation. . . Domination, not of simply a planet, a system or even the homeworld. . . but Domination of the entire universe.

"Let slip the hounds of war" he said, sinking deep into his chair, his wounds recieved at his first battle healing visibly "and let none be spared my wrath."

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The outer rim sensor probes detected the incoming ship, reading the Takian Royal tag attached to it. The Daiketarian coms officer opened hailing frequencies to the ship.

"Greetings High Prince" he said, a bit nervously at the lack of video feed he was getting "Please excuse us if we are a bit, unprepared for your visit, we didn't konw if . . . oh my god. . . "

The video had snapped on, as what looked to be a horrendously mangled eight year old child appeared on screen. He didn't move, didn't even blink, but a terror welled up in the officer's throat, a black choking bile. . . something major was happening. . . something terrible was coming in that ship. He reached for the emergancy phone, just as it blew out of the wall, the circutry overloading and showering his hand with sparks. HE pulled back, nursing the burnt apendage as he tried to limp to the door.

"I'm sorry" the boy said "but my grandfather is unavalible. . . and now, you are going to do me a favor. . . a big favor. . . you are going to power down your defence grid."

"What?! even if I wanted to I couldn't do that!" the frigtened officer said. Dozle frowned, displaying his displeasure at the denial by blowing out several redundant circuts around him, showering him with sparks.

"Ah, never mind, I've found it" Dozle said, though the comms officer could not hear, flames lathing his body as he struggles and screamed, the fire spreading over him. In space, the satalite blanket that kept Daikerta safe from invasion was powered down, and if the capital communications post had a living being in it, he would have noticed the sliver flaming rain of Adamite drop pods, streaking through the night sky, peppering Daikerta with unopposed legions of soldiers. Morning would dawn on a city in chaos, and above it all, in a floating citidel of titanium and silicon, Dozle mearly laughed with glee.

Dozle watched the drop pods falling away from his ship, like silver teardrops falling to the contient below. Each pod was filled with five warriors, ready to land and, like an unholy egg, crack open, to birth death and destruction to all who stand in the way of the Adamite Empire. Through a silent night sky, the robotic warriors fell unopposed.

* * * * *

The first pods hit within seconds of each other, targeting the spacefleet first. As the cherry blossoms of fire from reentry lit the atmosphere bound craft, swarms of metalic Adamite warriors stream from the impact craters, bounding over the orbital shipyard, a titanium tide, determined to wash away all biological creatures and secure the ships docked over the planet for use in the Empire.

The drop pods were finaly tracked by an amatuer radio telescope opperator on the ground, his frantic call being delegated back and forth as the contacts edged closer and closer to thier destination.

"Department of Defence, how may I help you?"

"oh finaly" he breathed a sigh of relife "something massive is falling towards us! I've got. . . "

"sir, our capital's early warning booth hasn't alerted us about anything, I can not send a military unit out unless there is proof"

"I'M LOOKING AT YOUR PROOF!" he yelled, exasperatedly "I'm telling you, turn your radar. . . oh god. . ."

He looked over at the screen, noting with dread that the contacts had landed. A knock at the door grabbed his attention.

"sir?"

"hold on" he said. laying the reciever down.

"Who is it?" he asked, edging towards the door, strange blue lights edging in through the window from outside. A few moments pass, and still no answer. . . he slowly turned the doornob, when the SOAT's articulated foot slammed through the door, followed by the arm blade, missing him by mear inches. A rain of blades hacked into the door, and he could see the blue eyes of what appeared to be cat like robots pearing through, looking dirrcetly at him.

"sir? Are you there sir?" the lady on the other end of the phone asked, impatients in her voice. She was interupted by the roar of a shotgun and the splintering of wood. Screams ensued, like those from a man knowing he was going to die, but struggling against it for all his worth. Silence. . . save for a metalic clank, and the sound of a voice, strange, gravely, almost too mechanical

"wrong number" it said, followed by a click, and silence once more.

The young woman in the department of defence started the trace with her computer, dialing his area police with her phone.

"This is Lu'Ann with the deparment of defence, I'd like you to check on house number 751 Outbreak Road, I just got a really weird call from there, either a prank or something is going on, if you could please, check up on that. You will be there in half an hour? alright, thank you."

As quickly as they had come, the SOATs vanished into the country side, Dozle using his command over them to pass on his stealth training. The man they had killed was only as a warning, and only the first as tehy made thier way towards the shining beacon that was the city lights. Thier brothers scattered around the entire nation followed simmilar course, and through out the nation of Daikerta, blood flowed.

Daikertian police arrived at the scene of the attack just an hour after the last SOAT had vanished. Officer O'Rilley was the first on the scene, carefuly peering through the shattered door. He staggered backwards, pointing and stuttering "there. . . there. . . there is a body. . . in there. . . " to the chuckles of his comrades. O'Rilley had been on the force for twenty years, and seen his share of corpses, but nothing could have prepared him for the brutal sight before him. Blood covered ceiling, wall, and floor, and the body, or rather, the peices that could be identified, were scattered around, some hanging from the broken hulk of what at one point might have been a computer.

"when a person commits a crime. . . especialy a brutal murder. . . its chaotic. . . careless. . . but look at this" the forensic investigator said from inside "perfectly placed incisions, all the major arteries and veins, slashed, all vital organs pulped, and the non-vitals simply removed and set in piles. . . this was done by an artisan. . . "

"oh god. . ." O'Rilley said, shaking his head and fumbling for the radio to report what had happened.

"O'Rilley here. . . we have a homicide at that prank caller's house. . . its a mess, this guy has really been torn up. . ."

copy that, but be advised, we've got anouther prank caller, going on about robots outside his house. . . hold on. . . All units, disturbance at 782 Outbreak Road, possible breaking and entering in progress, proceed with causion. . . O'Rilley, it sounds like this just got ugly.

the officer shook his head and called out the his partner, 782 was just down the road. He checked the clock as his partner got in the car, 9:22 PM. . . it was giong to be a long night.

The LRR bannanna ship and its fleet arrive just moments after what has happened has happened on Daikerta.


"This is where they were headed!"
"But where in the name of Robert Plant are they?"
"Begin surface scan! Highest magnification!"

The fleet starts to circle earth, (where daikerta is, I presume) at full alert. The Hiding Out is visible at night, with nav lights on, with the naken eye.

The Prince Taka sat silently in the AEthreal darkness, its passive scanners not failing to notices the arriving LRR fleet.

"so. . . they expect to interfere with me again. . . So be it. Destroy them. . . show no mercy, and take no quarter."

At his mental whim, the 36 lance cannons turned and targeted the Hiding Out. The ship flashed to life as power relayed instantly to full alert, letting the LRR fleet know that he was there, though it was a moot point, as thirty six fusing tungstun shells flew from the spinal batteries, leaving a brilliant multicolored trail behind them. It turns its side to them, seeming to mock them and offering itself for thier attacks, however, twelve turrets on either side turn and face the fleet. Onboard, energy crackles as six million Terrawatts of energy is diverted to the slicer cannons on the broadside, the massive cannons preparted to fire and cut thier targets in half.

* * * * * *

On the shipyards.

The SOATs marked thier targets, and quietly moved in for the kill, silencing the few guards they ran across, while yet others clamped to the station, and readied their weapons for support fire.

* * * * *

On the Ground

Silently creeping through sleeping suberbs the SOATs closed in on what their information indicated as the government buildings.

The Prince Taka sat silently in the AEthreal darkness, its passive scanners not failing to notices the arriving LRR fleet.

"so. . . they expect to interfere with me again. . . So be it. Destroy them. . . show no mercy, and take no quarter."

At his mental whim, the 36 lance cannons turned and targeted the Hiding Out. The ship flashed to life as power relayed instantly to full alert, letting the LRR fleet know that he was there, though it was a moot point, as thirty six fusing tungstun shells flew from the spinal batteries, leaving a brilliant multicolored trail behind them. It turns its side to them, seeming to mock them and offering itself for thier attacks, however, twelve turrets on either side turn and face the fleet. Onboard, energy crackles as six million Terrawatts of energy is diverted to the slicer cannons on the broadside, the massive cannons preparted to fire and cut thier targets in half.

* * * * * *

On the shipyards.

The SOATs marked thier targets, and quietly moved in for the kill, silencing the few guards they ran across, while yet others clamped to the station, and readied their weapons for support fire.

* * * * *

On the Ground

Silently creeping through sleeping suberbs the SOATs closed in on what their information indicated as the government buildings.

"I almost feel bad for this creep."

The giant, 20km high, 4km wide LRRSV Hiding Out, easily destroys most of the shells, the ones that get past the defensive armerment impacting the heavily armored hulls and doing little damage.

Soon, the entire fleet is in action, manouvering at very high speeds and staying out of the firing arc of the Takan dreadnaught. The 20 battlecruisers fire at the takan vessel's hull with swarms of up to 5,000 torpedos at a time, and fire their antimatter cannons as well, calibrated for high manouverability. They use hutchinson effect generators of their own to stop takan torpedos. But this is just the beginning of the endeavour to destroy dozle.

"Ok, helm! Give 'em what for!"

The Hiding Out slowly but steadily accellerates towards its target, a minnow to the bannanna's whale. The LRR battlecruisers, torpedo boats, and destroyers withdraw and let their command ship have a share, but continue to fire torpedos and manouver wildly.

"FIRE!!!!!!!!!"

The giant LRR ship fires on the takan dreadnaught with the full brunt of its massive

OCC: If dozle wants to live, he better retreat, and do it fast. Not only is he under attack by a full 20 LRR battlecruisers, about one-third of the total battlecruiser fleet, but he is also the subject of attack by a swarm of torpedo boats and destroyers, all manouvering wildily and shooting into the near-impossible to miss hull of the dreadnaught, and staying tantalizingly close, yet quite outside the range of the Hutchinson effect generators on the takan dreadnaught.

As well as this, he is under attack by a 20km high pile of guns and armor.

((OOC: LRR, this is part of the plotline, and I will not accept a loss at this point and time, I said in the begining that this will not be a fair fight, and have no intention of making it one here and now. I'm sorry to do this, but you have to either leave well enough alone till Alpha Centari is invaded, or be destroyed, unforutnaly the want to rolepaly has left due to real life situations, I'll post when I get a chance.))

ooc/ you guys are in earth orbit right??

perfect, i've been keeping myself out of this for the reason that i'm going to be involved later on, but like i already said to taka, i have some surprises up my sleeve and i'd hardly think you'd like to find out what those surprises are /ooc

((OOC: LRR, this is part of the plotline, and I will not accept a loss at this point and time, I said in the begining that this will not be a fair fight, and have no intention of making it one here and now. I'm sorry to do this, but you have to either leave well enough alone till Alpha Centari is invaded, or be destroyed, unforutnaly the want to rolepaly has left due to real life situations, I'll post when I get a chance.))

Forget it, then. I'll blow dozle up when the time comes.

He can't really legitimately survive attack by around 25 heavy ships and a swarm of smaller ones.

((Thank you, and no he couldn't survive alone, however the shields on that ship would be more than enough to shunt off the first few volleys, enough to fold in the rest of the Adamite fleet and tear your nation a new one. Now, once Adam attackes Klonor, then you are welcome to jump in. Thanks for your patients, I'll wait for you to edit before I post.))

looks like we'll have to wait forever, and after that, before he edits that post, just ignore him and continue as planned

The SOATs slunk silently through the underbrush, silencing what few guards they found in the councilmen's homes, before laying into the family members of the leaders of Daikerta. Slowly, the SOATs drag the corpses towards the garden, while shadowy figures step inside.

Daikertarian News

Daikerta awoke to a surprising change of policy this morning, as a new Alliance was signed between Daikerta, Neo-Wu, Bu-Long Tea and the untill now unknown empire of Dozle, also known as the Adamite Empire. Though some critics have begun questioning such a drastic change of dirrection, twelve of the thirteen councilmen on the Daikertarian Senate voted for the alliance, which many fear would simply turn Daikertian military supplies and vehicles, in particular the space fleet, to Adamite control. In further news, a rash of brutal murders have prompted Authorites to declare the nation under a state of Marshal Law untill further notice, Citizens are asked. . .

((Thank you, and no he couldn't survive alone, however the shields on that ship would be more than enough to shunt off the first few volleys, enough to fold in the rest of the Adamite fleet and tear your nation a new one. Now, once Adam attackes Klonor, then you are welcome to jump in. Thanks for your patients, I'll wait for you to edit before I post.))

OCC: Once Dozle attacks Klonor, he's gonna wish he was a good boy in the first place. The LRR fleet is very mad about what he did to the first destroyer squadron. But this also gives the fleet time to prepare. The next time we meet, dozle and his "mighty fleet" will be up against a new repitoire of LRR ships, including the super acolyte. Dozle will soon learn to phear the acolyte's mighty power. There's a new class of cruisers equipped with dual heavy plasma cannons, even heavier antimatter cannons than the old ones, hutchinson effect PD systems, an inordinate amount of laser point defense nodes, and heavy shields. LRR has a grand total of 60 of them, each about half the size of Dozle's ship. We'll also send two of the MS battlecarriers, and several squadrons of the new anti-dozle Camden class destroyers. They carry a crew of 10 and are basically big chunks of armor. Dozle will also have to figure out how to defeat the new Spruce Head class frigates which each carry four antimatter cannons and are faster than most fighters and harder to destroy than most light cruisers. So be ready to get beat. And get beat badly. The Hiding Out could run over Dozle's ship with mabye a few scratches on the paint.

(OOC: that works, thanks for your understanding)

OCC: Dozle. He he. Dozle.

*Chuckles*

OOC:I know that this is hijacking the thread, but i have to ask, LRR do you consider yourself to be a serious nation? I cant figure it out, you have a decidedly odball name, and this odd tendency to involve rock and roll in everything you do, to the point of it almost being absurd. I've also noticed a tendency to throw your weight around in a decidedly unfair and somewhat unrealisitc way, despite all this though you appear to be a serious and active roleplayer on the forums. This offers a massive contradiction, could you explain it please? Sorry about the hijack Taka, i had to ask though.

OOC:I know that this is hijacking the thread, but i have to ask, LRR do you consider yourself to be a serious nation? I cant figure it out, you have a decidedly odball name, and this odd tendency to involve rock and roll in everything you do, to the point of it almost being absurd. I've also noticed a tendency to throw your weight around in a decidedly unfair and somewhat unrealisitc way, despite all this though you appear to be a serious and active roleplayer on the forums. This offers a massive contradiction, could you explain it please? Sorry about the hijack Taka, i had to ask though.

What, like the fact that my most powerful ship is named after a pete townshend song, and I tried to use the Who to defeat Dozle? I would have to explain it by saying that I am too happy to take anything really seriously. Although it might seem like I'm being serious, I'm really not. Also, I tend to get all giddy at night, and all depressed and downbeat in the morning and after school. As you might guess, its past midnight here. :D

But I'm unhappy because my sister wants to sleep so I can't play my Men At Work CD.

Falasmayon, I don't think even I know wether I'm a serious nation or not.

Ok, yeah, i was really confused... thanks

IC: ( i suppose i ought to have something to actually add)

Word of the Appearance of Adam in the Sol system reached Solomon and the Falasmayon group stationed there. Everything was placed on high alert, and naval command was informed.

my lord

the hologram of Prince Taka appears on Dozle's throne, awakening the sleeping god.

the Diakertian nation has fallen as you said it would. . . what is your next plan?

"Excelent grandfather, recall the SOAT's, and begin the next invasion, Remmonlands has stood free too long, and with it, we will have access to valuable supplies, as well as a springboard to launch a campain to take the entire world. . . is my fleet prepared?"

yes sir, the fleet has been refitted per your specifications, and will be ready to push into Klonorian space at your command.

"Good, have the remainder of the SOATs on board dropped over Remmon, then prepare my fleet for glory. . ."

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A wing of Diakertian gunships took off, heading over the ocean path towards the unsuspecting Remmonlands coast. Darkness had begun to fall again as they made thier way inland, SOAT bots loaded into the low flying helicopters, while pinpricks of black dot the violet sea below, the landingcraft, moving at full speed to once more invade and counquer. Over the entire country, scarlet and orange flashes of flames streak downwards, as drop pods burn through the attmosphere, creating a spectacular, but lethal meteor shower.

OOC: Note you have just invaded the Federated Klatchian Coast, I happen to be one of the neighbors as is Vrak. (Also I’m going to assume you just went over the polar ice cap rather than try to run through the Durakian Straits.

IC: On the high Atvar mountains that formed the southern border of remmonlands and the northern border of the Lords of War Enclave. The equipment that formed the eyes and ears for the Var noticed the bright pin prick of flashes. It was noted and relayed by human workers to their Var masters. The Var looked at the data at hand, the falling objects into the local atmosphere, and began to deal with the situation.

In the High Fortress of the Overlord a single human male sat at a table surrounded by the eight foot tall Var. “Well this is wonderful, we don’t know who, we don’t know why, but our neighbor and fellow Federation State is being invaded by both orbital and ground forces. Fine, I want an immediate message out to the Privy Council, I want all of our gravships to be pulled onto ready status, all of the strike craft readied for deployment and I want someone to call Remmondlands and get us some local info. Understood?”

The Var nodded and rose. The High Lords knew that this was War, in some ways they were happy, after all two thousand years of genetic manipulation and breeding to defend the Varian Empire was in their blood. Now they had a use for it after the death of the rest of their race.

From lake Olympus rose the grav fleets of the Lords of War, their lower gun decks and turrets exposed to the morning rays of sunlight. The headed towards the mountains and the border. Across the Enclave men, and machines headed for the borders. The floating armored drones, the heavy grav tanks, the smaller tracked anti-personnel units, the humans and drones followed their Lords, who rode on the tanks, or actually lugged the heavy varian energy bolt guns to their personel carriers.

An official note of interest was sent to the remmondlands government about what was occurring and if any assistance was desired. Elsewhere the High Lord Marfa walked into the massive Chamber of the Privy Council and sat down. He was hoping for a quick response to the threat by this body. To deal with this threat.

Note: this is a test post due to odd fourm behavior...

OOC: Might I suggest, Dozle, that a seperate OOC thread be made to run parallel to this IC thread in order to sort out any misunderstandings and differences that may arise?

Just for reference purposes:

Map of the FKC (http://www.freewebs.com/klatchia/maps.htm)

((OOC: I talked to Remmonlands already about the regional situation, so I had seen the map and knew what to expect as far as early war intervention, but the more the merrier right? Also, my post was set in the night time, so I'm going to assume that this was the next morning. Will post something IC as soon as Remmon is able to, further OOC comments should be dirrected at This (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?p=2649792#2649792) thread.))

-=| Dukratus Ministry of War and Defense: TIO Sat Command |=-

The duty commander sat quietly in the Avatar chair that looked out over the large control room of displays and computers, a look of boredom clearly on his face. He had hoped to command a battle group of naval vessels, or legions of marines; but instead he had been placed in command of watching over tons of intelligence officers who were commanded with the duty of watching suspicious cloads float over the FKC and trajectory specialists who spent their days targeting eagles with orbital assault platforms. A sigh escaped him just as an alarm blared to life.

Intel Off: "Sir, we are picking up multiple UFO's"
Commd: "What is their bearing?"
Traj Off: "They seem to be moving towards Vrak and Remmonlands"
Intel Off: "Target update, they have been IDed as hovercraft, potentially hostile"
Commd: " Contact first response command immediately!"
Intel Off: "Sir, orbital drop pods have been detected entering atmosphere!"
Commd: "What!"
Traj Off: "Group Trajectory has been estimated to be Remmonland sir!"
Commd: "Intel, have we determined disposition?"
Intel Off: "They are breaching FKC airspace and seem to have hostile intent towards Remmonlands."
Commd: "Okay, comm, send a message to the MWD, RR, and to the JDF heads that we have hostiles entering FKC territories. We are going to status Sigma Orange."
Comm Off: "Sir!"
Commd: "Begin trajectory and targeting analysis of all hostile craft but do not initiate active targeting until we know whats going on!"
Traj Off: "Yes sir!"

Out on the deep blue...

It was night, and the latest series of exercises went well. The aircraft carrier Destiny's Fist along with its accompanying flotilla were heading home. Commodore Tryion stood on the bridge, conversing with his XO. Suddenly one aircraft controller spoke out.

"Sir! I detect a large group of unidentified about 100 kilometers north of our position moving east."
"Ours?" said the XO as he moved closer.
"No sir. In fact, I nearly didn't pick up anything since they must be flying very low. There!" as he pointed at the screen.
"Very well. We need a visual confirmation."

The XO turned. Tryion was also there and said, "Send out Bandit wing to find out what's up."

Mere minutes later, 4 Yak-41 Freestyles departed the flight deck and headed towards the strange signal.


Near Outpost #41...

"Breeeeep" went the alarm. Someone punched the button and muttered, "Probably just some damn birds again." Ever since the UE crisis the entire country, especially the listening posts, have been on edge. But this signal was different than the others.

"What the hell? A meteor shower? This is not the right season for it. The hell?"

He put down his coffee.

"Someone patch me through to Command. Yes, now! And swing some of those fancy radar and whatever the hell else dishes that way."

[OOC: If I screwed up any terminology or whatever, kindly let me know. I'm all for constructive criticism. :) ]

ooc/ attempted to post last night, crashed computer promptly /ooc

*1 of the space observers had noticed a Takian ship, a large 1, presumably a dreadnought or a battleship, however the Takian government nor the ship was responding to various signals, it had been some time since a Takian warship had approached earth orbit and there wasn't a war going on at the moment, not as far as the president knew*

Intellegence officer: "Sir, there is an unknown takian ship in earth orbit, it's moving to orbit above us sir, they're not responding to hails and neither is the Takian government, i suggest going to high alert and charging all weapons.''

President: "Very well, go to high alert, charge the fusion cannon and prepare all MASER satelites and ground forces, inform the FKC ministry of war/defense at once."

*Several military officers and a couple of diplomats immediatly left the room, only to be followed by the president a few moments later as he headed for the military command center, by the time he arrived the dropships had been deployed and gunship and hovercraft had been detected heading towards them*

General: "Incoming all over the place sir, we've just ordered the MASER satelites to target and destroy the incoming droppods sir, but there are way to many and the same goes for the hovercraft, tough they're going to have to get past 1 of Vrak's carrier groups first, it was on training in the area sir."

president: "Great, has the JDF been informed? What about our neighbours, do they know yet?"

officer: "The JDF has been informed, we have had no response from them, Lords Of War have already requested information on the situation here sir and we suspect Vrak and Dukratus to do so soon, we could send requests for help now sir."

President: "Then send those requests, all troops are cleared the fire, fusion cannon is cleared to fire at that Vrakian ship."

*In space all 120 Maser satelites turned towards the planet and opened fire on the dropships, high energy beams of death flying down and both melting and electrocuting the dropships and their contents, moments later the Remmonlands research station and its experimental mass fusion cannon turned to face the massive Takian ship, a red glow appearing at an opening in the station's main body, the massive magnetic acclerators charging up and preparing to launch a large volume of hydrogen towards its target, the hydrogen crackling with energy and quickly approaching the point of fusion when the massive array fired, several tonnes of hydrogen bursting forward from the array and speeding towards the Takian ship at near-light speed, ment to go critical on impact with the ship or its shielding, from the planet everyone could see the red glow of the cannon as it fired its deadly payload*

*On the ground however there were few to look up to this spectacle, as the AA lasers were rapidly tracking and targetting droppods and gunships as they came within range and the much larger HC and HE laser batteries fired into the oncoming hovercraft, sinking dozens of the small craft*

-=| Dukratus MWD: T.I.O Sat Command |=-

The command room was silent as the decryption computer chugged along, spitting out orders from the war council. It had been a mere 5 minutes since initial contact, but threat analysis seemed to have already been decided. As the last line finished printing the comm officer ripped the sheet out of the tray. He carryed the paper as well as the two authentication cards to the duty commander who quickly checked the orders authentication.

Commd: "Orders are authentic. Alright. Threat analysis has labeled the incoming bogies as hostile targets. We are to move to status Rho Red and begin active targeting of enemy craft for deployment of orbital warheads."
*Siren screeches to life*
Intel Off: "Commander, high energy weapons fire detected!"
Commd: "What! From who!"
Traj Off: "It seems its a pre-emptive strike by the Remmonland defense weapons."
Commd: "Send data to the top brass! Targeting, were are those warheads!"
Traj Off: "Target zone is too hot, if we fired without joint targeting with Remmonlands, then most our warheads will be shot down!"
Commd: "Prakthra! Get a line with Remmonland defense and get our defense coordinated! Intel, ready TIO uplink for full defensive mobilization!"
Comm: "Sir!"
Intel Off: "Yes sir!"

-=| Vel Varil Base - North Dukratus Coast |=-

The usually quiet air/marine base bustled with life as alarm sirens blared over the compound. Orders had come down to several bases on the eastern and northern borders of Dukratus to begin immediate mobilization of a defense force consisting of ground and anti-air units. Technicians ran about loading squadrons of stealth transports with tanks, mobile artilery, rocket tanks, mobile SAMs, stealth tanks, munitions, and even experimental plasma cannons and laser tanks. Specially trained beach head assault, suburban assault/defense, and open range marine squads quickly piled into stealth troop transports. As the transports were preparing for launch, a wing of Screamer advance recon craft (run of the mill stealth recon craft except built for higher than normal human airframe velocities) launched. The black recon crafts began transmitting there JDF-IFF as they set course towards the Remmonlands at 10 g.

-=| Dukratus M.W.D.: JDF Division |=-

General Sarnik gently clasped his clawed hands before him, a pensive look on his face as he watched the live data feed from the TIO command. It had been some years since the FKC had last been threatened, so of course the old saying 'when it rain, it pours' just had to happen. The General sighed as he sat back, looking up at a portriat of his late father, Krell Givek, before he pressed the intercom switch.

"Hows the mobilization effort proceeding?"
"Its proceeding a little slower than drilled, but acceptable."
"And do we have any word from the Remmoners or the JDF privy council?"
"We are getting information from the Remmoners, Vrak seems to have a carrier in place, and we still have no word from the JDF"

The general let out another sigh figures.

"Alright, gather the other Dukratus brass and have them meet me in the war room. Looks like we're working directly with the Remmons until the JDF mobilizes. Send a message to the Vrak and Remmon military about our support. Also don't forget to remind them of todays IFF codes, I'd rather not have our own craft shot down because it was mistaken for an enemies."
"Yes sir, right away.

Another sigh escaped him as he stood up, adjusting his armor like uniform. Its going to be a long night...

Somewhere in Vrak...

Translated from Vrakian.

-High General, we have reports of hostiles entering Remmonlands territory via a sea route. We have the carrier Destiny's Fist in the vicinity and they have sent out a recon wing to ascertain precisely the threat level.
-Good. Other activity?
-That strange meteor shower. It's not the right season for it at all, and the trajectories would place them "landing" in Remmonlands.
-Perhaps it is not a meteor shower at all....hmmm. Contact Remmonlands. Uplink SATCOM with Dukratus. Get me General Sarnik. Status on the Privy Council?
-They have been contacted but currently, at least what we know, the JDF has most of its assets in or near Dyelli Beybi and Fasta Benj. We also have movement from the Vrakian corridor. That is, LOW has activated their gravships.
-WHAT? They do NOT do that on a whim. Is there a connection between LOW movements and these hostiles?
-What do you mean?
-I mean, is LOW acting in a defensive manner?
-It appears so. They came from the lake in their usual manner and headed towards Remmonlands.
-LOW has always acted in the interests of the Klatch. Contact the Privy Council. We await JDF final assessment here but in the meantime, reinforce our borders with Remmonlands. Keep me posted with Destiny's Fist. As well, go to Level One with our North Polar submarine fleet.
-As you command.

As the aide left, the High General poured himself a whiskey.

At a Vrakian military base along the North Sea.

Activity suddenly was frenzied. Unknowns detected so close to Vrak. How could they have evaded our sweeps? thought Base Commander Uruot. He heaved his massive frame and thundered out his orders.

-Send out a bird to investigate. Tighten up our other patrols. Word from Destiny's Fist?
-Nothing yet sir. They estimate contact soon.
-Very well. Our subs?
-Two are in repairs. One patrol is due back within one hour. We have four ready to go.
-Good. I've received orders to put them at Level One. Send them out...carefully.
-Yes sir.

The Commander leaned forward and sighed. He then punched up a map and carefully plotted his next move while waiting for further intelligence reports. Out on the tarmac, a A 50 Mainstay SDRLO rumbled to life and soon departed with a roar along with a fighter escort.

Near the docks, four Sierra II attack subs glided out and slipped into the frigid sea.

.::Tag::.

This thread is now under the watchful eye of Sketch.

Disclaimer: the term "watchful eye does not define any type of authority

**In Space**

The mass of fusing hydrogen crashed against the HEPD fields, 70 KM from the ship's hull. The equivilent of a small star came into being, and the burst could be seen from earth. A blast of radiation and plasma struck the shields, burning through the first and second layer, before coming to rest against the third layer, being absorbed by the stressing generators.

My lord, shields one and two are down, shield three is at 30%, I have dispatched the repair drones, though we can not survive sustained barrage from that cannon. Orders sir?

"I thought you told me that they did not have this kind of capabilities grandfather. . . " Dozle said, turning towards the hologram of the high prince

our intelegence. . . .

"is flawed. . . but let us rectify that. . . fire a broadside at that facility, and send a Scatter Torpedo swarm to knock down those satalites. . . they are becoming an annoyance."

Firing Volley in five, four, three, two. . .

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In the depths of space, a crackling charge arched across the inky darkness, as jagged bolts of lightning arched from the flagship's hull. Power drained from non-vital systems, as six million Terrawatts were drained into twelve turrets. Energy began to condence around the turret's muzzle, forming a massive ball, thirty meters across. The cannons fired at the same time, sending twelve massive balls of energy spiraling down towards the general vicinity of the Fusion cannon. They struck the cloud cover, tearing through it easily, boiling it away and turning the skys over Remmon a deep, blood red. Almost hidded by the light show, thirty torpedos streak away towards the satalites firing on the Adamite Dropships. They close fast, breaking apart as they reach close proximity, to reveal hidden anti-aircraft missiles. The clound, six hundred strong, decends upon the satalite network, each missile homing in on a satalite, covering them equaly.

**In the Air**

Drop pods fell by the dozens, but for each shot down, three more would take its place, and no matter how many were turned to slag by the Mazers, more contiuned to fall. The helicopter gunships had a harder time, being constructed as part of the Daikertian army, they were not as numerous as the nearly numbless Adamite craft, however what thyy lacked in numbers, they made up in weaponry. Flying low and fast to avoid the brunt of the AA fire, the helicopters made their way inwards. Many fell to AA fire, but the majority made it inward, missiles firing on the AA sites, while SOAT bots dropped to the ground below, skidding to a halt in a trail of dust, back mounted cannons already engaging soft targets with thier automatic coilguns. Great roars fill the air, as the SOAT's weapons created thier trademarked sonic booms durring firing, a feature which made them almost as efficient a psychological weapon as it was a deadly weapon.

**On the Sea**

The Hovercraft, like the helicopters and drop pods suffered horrendous losses, yet the shear ammount of targets assured that no matter how many were destroyed, many more would make it to the beaches. . . and make it to the beaches tehy did, the hovercraft hitting the sand and spilling their robotic soldiers onto the shore. Las cannons, the anti-armor and heavy support half of the SOAT's weaponry, opened onto the laser turrets on the beach, while the SOATS pushed foward, clawing quickly towards the inland, covered by thier comrads fire. Though there was no mistake now, no question on anyone's mind. . . The SOAT's had arrived.

Bandit Wing

The lead pilot, Cpt Mark Terkul guided his craft closer. He was anxious to make first contact but yet, a hollow feeling resided within his stomach. Somehow, duty almost felt secondary when it came to saving your own skin.

"Bandit 1 this is Bandit 2."
"Go ahead Bandit 2."
"I've got a visual at 7 o'clock. By Bok's maw!"

The clouds parted and the moonlight cast its ghostly rays down onto the North Sea. While still difficult to determine exactly how many hovercraft there were, there was no mistake that the force was huge.

"Destiny's Fist, this is Bandit 1."
"Go ahead Bandit 1"
"Sir. Enemy forces number in the thousands. Appear to be some form of fast moving boats. As well, large number of helicopters."
"Recall. Recall. Recall. Head back now."
"Roger. Bandit 1 out"

The 4 Yaks screamed back to the carrier Destiny's Fist.


High overhead.

The long range detection aircraft neared the area of concern. Technicians hunched over monitors viewed the screens.

"Sir. Enemy forces number in the thousands. Appear to be some form of fast moving boats. As well, large number of helicopters."

Another look. This time, it was confirmed and a priority one message sent back to their base. There, the Base Commander sent the information to the Vrak Military High Command who promply relayed it to the Privy Council, the FKC President, and the nearby Dukratians.

The plane drew nearer to the Remmonlands coast, scanning and relaying the position and movements of the Dozle forces.

-=| Dukratus MWD: War Room |=-

General Sarnik sighed quietly as he pinched the bridge of his nose, a tertiary look given to the scrolling data before him. The hostile force was massive, and apparently [b]very[/i] hostile. The military heads quietly sat at the table, grim expressions all around.

Sarnik: "Admiral Veraal, whats our position regarding naval reinforcement of the Vrak carrier?"

Veraal: "We have several attack groups that could potentially reinforce their position; however, they are outfitted with high yield armarments. It would take several hours for them to return to port and refit."

Sarnik: "Do we have any battle groups in-port that can quickly be refited and deployed?"

Veraal: "There is a submarine group in-port on the northern coast that could be outfitted with target specific armarments and deployed within the hour, but they are a long range support group, not exactly a good offensive presence."

Sarnik: "Ready the group and ship them out. Also recall all groups operating in the northern thearter for refit. How is the deployment of ground defense forces?"

General Baal: "We have 50% of our anticipated force airborne and waiting for LZ coordinates from the recon wing. However, I feel that with the new numbers, we should anticipate a larger defense force."

Sarnik: "Dukratus can not afford to sortie any more forces until the JDF certifies the threat level. Anyway, it will take some time to call in forces from other operations, so we may as well worry about what we can do in the here and now."

Officer: "Sirs, we have confirmation of hostile landing in Remmonland territories from TIO!"

Sarnik sighed, this is going to be ugly...

-=| Airspace: Remmonlands - North Western Border |=-

The screamers blasted over the Vrak - Remmonland border line with a bang.

*"Nighteye 1 to command, I've got visual contact on hostiles"*
*"Nighteye 1, procede to central Remmonland to scout out strategic LZs for defense. Do not engage hostiles, I repeat, do [u]not[/i] engage hostiles"*
*"Roger, Nighteye 1 out**Recon, change heading to central Remmonland, scout out LZ's for land defense. We will operate stealth 5 with IFF, do not engage enemy."*

The 10 screamers broke Vic formation and disappeared in the night.

All television programs were suddenly interrupted. In fact, the transmitters were cranked up to broardcast to the entire world.

The Vrakian populace was worried since even the Drakonian crisis had not warranted such an action. The visage of a stern, monstrous walrus, flanked by other equally stern looking walruses appeared. It was King Vrak the First! The people were joyous yet unsettled at the demeanour of their wise leader. He began to speak in his deep voice as he squarely faced the camera,

"Citizens of Vrak! Citizens of the Klatch! I come before you as the FKC president and appeal for you to listen to me! A grave situation has descended upon our peace-loving region. Our neighbour to the north, Remmonlands, has been visciously attacked by ones called Dozle. I shall now read to you The Formal Declaration of War.

"To the Principality of Dozle...

You have attacked the nation of Remmonlands, which resides in the Federated Klatchian Coast. In doing so, you have declared war upon the entire FKC. Let it be known that from this day forth the FKC is at war with The Principality of Dozle. If any other nation, regions, or alliances wish to help you, they also shall be at war with the FKC.

We will grind your armies into dust. Your war machines shall be displayed as a monument to your folly and as a warning to others who dare trifle with the Klatch. Your flesh shall be feasted upon by the Rotten Vernious Kinids and your name shall be blotted out from existence.

Make no mistake. We will carry out these promises and we will win.


The People's Republic of Neo Haven
The Armed Republic of Delance
The Republic of The Terran Sphere
The Dyellian Empire of Fasta Benj
The Rogue Nation of Coreyy
The Piratical Island Union of Jiggady
The Dual Duchy of Alcona and Hubris
The Kingdom of Kravoli
The Large Lunatic Asylum of Axe Weilding Maniacs
The Glorious Kingdom of Vrak
The Interplantary Confederacy of The Lords of War
The Glorious Imperium of Dukratus
The Principality of Cartazo
The Kingdom of Tar Heel Empire
The Imperial Reich of North Germania
The Glorious Dominion of Rillanon
The Grand Empire of Tasty Foods
The Socialist Republic of Dyelli Beybi
The Constitutional Monarchy of Remmonlands


Signed,

The President of the FKC

The walrus then heaved his great, noble frame up and then leaned closer. A wild look suddenly took hold, made more frightening since his face nearly took up the whole screen. As well, his entire body began to shake.

"And I shall personally skewer your miserable hide, leader of Dozle, with my tusks!" roared the King.

The transmission ended. The people voiced their approval. The nation shook. The FKC was at war.

edit: "armies" not "amies". Thanks Rillanon! :)

== Bump since some of our FKC members are looking for this thread. This might last on the front page for oh...a few minutes :) ==

In the newly formed parliament of Dyelli Beybi a blonde man in glasses was calling for attention. "Ladies, Gentlemen, silence!"

The hall quietened down eventually, "What is clear, the blonde man began, is that the Vrakians have declared war in the name of the Federation without consulting us first."

"Arogence!" a Communist blurted out.

"That is as may be." the blonde man continued, "But I feel it is our duty to support the Vrakians in this endeavor, even if merely symbolically. As such we have taken the the liberty to draw up a brief statement of what we intend to send to the conflict. The Statement will be issued to all MPs and a vote will be held after lunch, are there any objections to the time scale?"

A general silence prevailed, from the benches of both the NSWP and the Communists, although the lone MP from the Monster Raving Looney Party took the oportunity to blow a small minature trumpet.

"I will take that as a no." the Chancellor continued, He pressed a small button on his desk, and a few moments later aides began to shuffle amongst the rows distributing ring-bound booklets.

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That Evening...
On the Vrakian Coridoor...
Jagdpanzerkampfwagen VI Battalion I
The troops now manning the tanks were the best Dyelli Beybi had to offer. They had been impressed by the tank destroyers they were being issued, even so they knew what they were being sent to do was, in effect evaluate the vehicles.

"Who the hell is this Dozle anyway?" one Commander asked over radio.

"I don't know." this was the voice of the Obersturmbannführer from his half-track, somewhere in the middle of the column, "Some guy who's making trouble aparently. Anyway, stick to the plan and with any luck nobody will get hurt...well none of us anyway."

"Guns! R#%(^^*@!!@*##%(^^)%$*#@!&!~!^~~!!!!"

"Shut up Kill-crazy."

"Why the #%*^^)#@*!!! do we need guns anyway? I can take these robots with my bare hands. ($$*%^%&@#@()!@( pooftas!"

The Obersturmbannführer sighed, Kill-crazy or Melvin Jellyfoot as he prefered not to be called was one of the best men out there when the bullets started flying, but he was a tiny bit unstable..."Just stay in your tank."

He turned to another of the five radios in his vehicle, "Put me through to the Vrakian border guard."

"Gotcha Sir." a radio man saluted, then handed a microphone to the Brigadier, "This is Obersturmbannführer Jeremy Brookes of the First Jagdpanzerkampfwagen Six Battalion, requesting permission for the aformentioned Battalion as well as the Fifth Niblwerfer Battalion, First Panzerkampfwagen Six Battalion, and associated Logistical units to pass into Vrakian territory, en route to the frontline."

(OOC) What the Vrakians would see is 90 very large forward firing vehicles, as many heavy tanks, all backed up by over 100 half-tracks with what seems to be a small MLRS system banged on the back of them...as welll as several hundred trucks and tankers.
I know the designations look like German WWII ones, but these are pseudo-modern tech weapons, based roughly on the old German designs.

The fight had been tedious and Landgravine Hubrius entered the 'Chamber' more tired and worried than anything else. The massive screen map of the Federation stood on the 30 foot wall between two massive pillars indicating various units and designations. The State of Remmondlands looked like a sea of vast red dots. "Alright status update? she asked in a loud voice that cut arcoss the room. She sat down and looked at the map as some uniformed flunky of the Federation ran off a report...she only listened to the important parts...
....Remmondlands reports invasion, has taken defensive mesures.
....appears to be attacked by sea lanes and by orbital drop craft...
....numerous enemy, inflicting horrific casualties but apparently in relative terms, insignificant...
....War declared on 'Dozle' we have no intelligence on them...
....Apparently under attack by LLR in space...

Her eyes opened again, and she stared at the screen for the moment. "Alright, people we have the How, the Where, but Why and Who? As far as I can see we have never had contact with Dozle nor has any hint of any Dozle ever crossed remmondlands path. This is, well...disturbing to me. Hell this boy is using blizkreig isn't he? Oh, yes...well then I think we should prepare against further invasions. Reccommend to all Federation forces to head for the border and corrdinate all responses through the Chamber. I want all JDF forces moved to protect the southern remmondlands border. I also want all JDF ships to move into Vrakian waters, inform the Vrakians that we will be reccommending that one of their admirals be assigned JDF duty...."

She stops and considers for a moment...
"Get me a com stat link to that ship hovring in space. I want to know who the f*** thinks that they can screw with the FKC and who has this much resources to throw at a country like Remmondlands."

She turns to head for her office for a new uniform, shower, and some breakfast.
OOC: Planning on the forum people...

One of the Vrakian border guards answered,

“Welcome Obersturmbannführer Jeremy Brookes. Two escort vehicles will accompany you so as to provide full authorization for any supplies that you may require as well as being your guides. Good hunting sir.”

With that, a pair of Vodniks screeched in front and began the long journey to the Remmonlands front. Another border guard took out a clipboard and began scribbling.

*The many troops in the area grabbed their LC-1 and Mazer rifles and opened fire on the oncoming SOAT bots, reducing dozens of the bots to slag before the first arrived at the lines of firing riflemen and created a truly unbearable massacre, at first there were dozens of SOAT bots for every riflemen dieing, but now the tables where turned and dozens of riflemen died for every dead SOAT bot and the LLAV and MMBTs weren't doing much better, killing only a few SOATs for each LLAV and MMBT to be destroyed, in the main cities all major streets where quickly blockaded and troops spread throughout the city, the cities would not be easy to take at all, with a LLAV on every street corner and troops in the buildings all around, every man or women capable of handling a weapon was issued weapons and this would be a fight down to the very last man, or women*

-=| Dukratus MWD: War Room |=-

General Sarnik sighed quietly as he turned around to address the other military heads in the room, the residual of the walrus fading to black on the vidscreen behind him.

"Its official, we are at war. Alright, began full mobilization of our JDF ground forces for reinforcement of the Remmonlands, this includes forces from the west and south regions. As well, I want AA and AS battle groups to sail to the northern coast and begin aiding in deposing Dozle's beach head and preventing further reinforcement from the sea. Air division is to provide support for ground forces, but they are not to preform high yeild bombing runs. For the honor and glory of the empire!"

The other high brass stood to attention, thrusting their claw ready right hand upward "For the honor and glory of the empire! HRAA!"

Sarnik sat back down, letting the chair spin to face the tactical map display. His hand idly fell on the control pad on the arm rest of his chair, a clawed finger tapping out a few commands. A sub view window appeared over the large map, displaying rather incomplete information of the SOATs. He sighed, tapping an intercom.

"I did not see General Pivrashii at the meeting"
'Hes down at the capitol providing personal protection for the emperor'
"I want some of his commando forces to deploy and try to find a weakness to these SOATs... perhaps try to capture or disable one for study."
'Sir!'

-=| Airborne: East Vrak Airspace Border |=-

112th Heavy Transport Squad

*"Remmonlands Air Command, this is Dukratus air sqaud 1.1.2. Heavy Transport with ground reinforcement, here to drop of aid."*

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In the North Sea, nearing the Remmonland's coast

Commodore Tryion of the Destiny's Fist got the message and called a meeting with his senior officers. In the small room, the officers sat, looking at Tryion and trying to guage what this was all about.

"Gentlemen, we are at war. As you can guess, it will be with these forces that are off the coast and, at last we heard, started a beachhead on Remmonlands. They call themselves the Dolze and our information about them is scanty at best. They did get the drop on us, but the FKC does have the might. Since we are only one carrier group we are ordered to engage as best we can."

"How soon for reinforcements?" asked one officer.

"Well, Base #10 has sent out some subs but they are expected to harass the enemy fleet from a different direction. The entire fleet has been activated and should be at our position in three days at the most. We expect the Merciless, the Gerekula,the Orca's Bane, and the King's Sword groups along with several supply ships to reinforce us soon. We ourselves will harass them, concentrating on making sure no more of these Dozle come over the cap and causing as much havoc as possible."

The men breathed a sign of relief. Hearing that the Gerekula, commanded by Admiral "Bear" Killamo was sure to boost morale.

Tryion said, "You have your orders. For Vrak and the entire Klatch, we must not fail here."

The men nodded solemnly and filtered out. Captain Tryion signed and then said to his XO,

"Move the fleet as close as possible to the Dozle. Launch all we've got and keep in contact with our bird in the sky."

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100 km out from Base #10

The four attack subs plowed ahead.

OOC: I'm trying to see what current map we are using in this. Just for planning. There is an 'old' map of this area pre-remmonlands.

IC: The LOW Ships and troops gathered in the southern mountains of remmondsland. The dark shape of gravships hovered overhead.

The confluence of the Black and Red rivers was the far southwest point of the nation of remmondland on one side and the borders of Vrak and LOW on the other sides of their respective rivers. Here a large number of troops and gravships had gathered. They were waiting for something...

Out of lake Olympus two small craft pushed themselves out of their hangers. They plied out some 2000 feet from shore using their plasma thrusters. Then they began to rise from the surface and angle upwards, they speed faster into the atmosphere above Neo Haven and began to exit earth orbit. As they rose past 70,000 feet, four turrets seemed to pop out of their sleek hulls, waiting as their massive ion engines began to push them even faster into space....

EDIT: DOUBLE POST

OCC: If dozle gets too out of hand, we will not hesitate to bring in the Who! Don't provoke us, or we'll set Keith Moon on you, dozle! He might be the child god, but he's nothing to the god of rock!

http://www.musicfanclubs.org/jimihendrix/images/1hoochie.jpg

:D :D

OCC: For RP purposes, we'll just say that the Hiding Out and its battlegroup are unavaliable for the time being. I've got quite an ace up my sleeve. Namely new ships. But its more complicated than that, be assured. But don't forget my 20km high pile of doom. :twisted:

I hope you guys don't mind if I use both futuretech and modern.

IC:

A sweaty messenger runs down the subterranean corridor of one of LRR's airbases. On the tarmac, a combined wing of MiG-29s, MiG-21s, and F-104s, 25 in total, wait to be launched on routine patrol duty. Also, but not on flight staus, is a wing of 9 Blade Mk. 12 interceptors.

The messenger turns into the office of the base commander, a bearded LRRN admiral. He slips on the tile floor, and collapses due to exhaustion.

"Sir! Vrak is being attacked by Dozle!"
"S*it! Order all aircraft scrambled! Do we have any torpedo boats?"
"We've got two Robert Plant[i]'s and 10 nasty's!"
"Order them all scrambled, now!!!!!!"

Outside, the idle crews are aroused by the blaring Klaxons.

"Attention, all flight crews! Attention all flight crews! Scramble, scramble, scramble!"

Crews rush to their aircraft, and the wing of interceptors takes off at full throttle. Forming into a loose V, they scream over the airbase, headed for the coast of Vrak. Close behind is the formation of Blade Mk. 12s, and behind them are the slower but far more devestating [i]Robert Plant and Nasty II class torpedo boats, making a paltry 400 knots in the atmospheric condiditons.

The MiGs and F-104s head towards the area at full throttle. The Blades form up above and behind them.

"Battleaxe flight, this is control. Expect multiple contacts within radar range in the next half-hour. Open up at maximum range, repeat, maximum range! There are Vrak, Remmonlands, and Dukratus ships and aircraft in the area."
"Roger that, control. Vrak fleet, this is Battleaxe flight of the LRRAF and Scimitar flight of the LRRSF. We are inbound to help you out. Prevent the dropships from landing at all costs. They have an army you don't want to fight inside."
"Lead, this is six! I've got a cloud of contacts on screen! Dropships, attack helos, and lots of other stuff!"
"Target high! We're in range in five...four...three...two...one...FIRE!!!!!"

The MiGs and F-104s fire their ramjet AA missiles at the cloud of Dozle stuff, and then move to target the dozle hovercrafts. Realizing the odds, they accept their duty as a suicide mission, the LRR MiGs and F-104s scream over the hovercrafts at high mach numbers, strafing with their cannons.

The Blades also move in. They let loose a formation of flak missiles. Soon, they are within range of their jury-rigged plasma cannons.

"Ok, break......open fire!!!!"
"Got one! Got one!"
"Watch out for guns and missiles! Keep it at full!"

The blades target the dropships, blowing the few they are able to engage to pieces, but trying to hold back a storm with a plastic beach bucket.

Things may turn better when the torpedo boats arrive.

All over LRR, coastal artillery comes on-line. Interceptors can be seen lining up on their fields and roads, both modern and futuretech. All along the LRR coast, missile boats head out into the north sea, fully stocked with their missiles. Frigates also leave, headed at flank speed towards the combat area. Tornado IDSs and GR.1s, as well as F-104s rocket off their airfields towards the combat zone, loaded to the brim with anti-ship missiles. The F-104s speed towards the combat area at nearly mach 3. The nearly 50 year old missile with a man in it would yet again prove its worth.

http://www.anft.net/f-14/photo-f104-02l.jpg

The F-104X of Squadron Commander Abraham Weissman, one of LRR's few aces.

-=| Dukratus North Coast: Kiv Naval Base |=-

Tech crews ran about franticly as they prepared the long range support submarine battle group (LRSS Group) for deployment. The high yeild warheads and torpedo packs the subs were usually equipped with were stripped and exchanged for target specific warheads at record speeds. Kilvars Rage powered up.

CO: "Alright, we are the closest battle group to the fray. Our running orders is to headout full speed to reinforce the Destiny's Fist and engage in guerilla tactics until more battle groups can arrive. This is for our honor!"
All: "SIR, YESSIR!"
CO: "Comm, open channel to all ships, we are running full blast, no worry of stealth. Also open channel to the tower, we are leaving port."
Comm: "Sir, sending communications"

In the black of night, the submarine battlegroup disappeared under the waves headed towards the Destiny's Fist at 50 knotts.

-=| Remmonland Airspace - Near Current Frontline |=-

The black transports began to drop down into air-drop altitudes, reducing speed to better stealth velocities but still retained speed to evade enemy attack. Crackling over the intercom came the voice of the frontline commander.

*" We are beginning circling procedures now. To us has been charged the duty of holding the frontline from these souless, these honorless robots and the pathetic masters who cowar behind them! I know you all may be scared, but we are Dukratians! Our history, our society, who we are has been forged by blood, and by blood we will defend the honor that we have earned! For the glory of Klatch, and for the glory of all honorable warriors, we must hold the line! FOR HONOR AND GLORY!"*

With that, the back cargo doors of the transports opened, and into the night sky poured hundreds upon hundreds of frenzied Dukratians.

((OOC: Remmon, I need you to post damage fromt he slicer cannons please, tey are targeted at your research facility, and are massivly powerful *half a million terrawatts each*, as well as what those 600 AA missiles did ot your satalite shield. Also, LRR, the link to the Klonor thread is here (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=119501&highlight=) ))

Dozle watched the newscast with a sence of ammusment, moments before the coms link from Alcona and Hubris opened. He looked over his readouts, before patching the coms link through. He stopped the man on the other end with a quiet voice.

"you wish to know who we are? We are the Perfect Being, created by man to lead the dynasty of Mizuna to a golden age. . . yet as I worked I realized that humanity is not ready for my gifts. . . humanity must first be subjugated, and raised as my children. . . the children of Adam, born with neither sin, nor the free will to cause it. . . for there will only be my voice, my perfection, my will."

He closes the link, looking over more data readouts, noting with particular intrest the Iron Lords craft begining to edge towards space.

"Grandfather. . . "

Yes my lord?

"ready all shields and weaponry, it seems we will soon have a space threat to contend with. . . what is the status of the 'Doctor'?"

ready to fire my lord, but we only have enough of the DRM for one shot


"when these fools see the power of our ship, we will need no more than one shot. . ."

yes my lord
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The SOAT bots pushed up the beachead, moving towards a city on the shore, the blades of the front line soaked in blood, as they scrambled over bodies and broken vehicles. A few straggled behind the hoard, picking the broken bodies of thier commrades apart for salvagable peices, with which they patched up the damaged units. The first bots to enter the city begin firing upon anything that moves, a few being blown off thier feet as the las cannon recoil sends them flying backwards. The Autocoil guns open fire, as the SOATs strain foward under the heavy recoil of their roaring guns, a constant shower of spikes belching forth into buildings, vehicles, and people unlucky enough to be caught in the open. A few looked into the sky at the incoming aircraft, anchoring themselves to any rocky outcropping they could find. They arched thier backs into the air, as the coilguns warmed up, as as soon as the IR scanners picked up the first of the falling chutes, they opened fire into the incoming reinforcements.


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In the air, most of the helicopters had already dropped off thier cargo by the time the LRR ships had arrived, the first wave of choppers being vaporized by the incoming missiles. Though they could not hope to match the speed of the fighters, fifty of the unloaded helicopters took off, vulcan cannons tracing after the vapor trails, the helicopters acting like mobile anti aircraft stations as tehy sent missiles and vulcan rounds streaking after the jets.

A facility in the Desert of Dyelli Beybi
"The Sahifnik is in range. They'll have spotted it by now."

"I'm surpised the old beast still works."

"So am I to be honest."

"Should we press the button now?"

"No, it would be better if they shot it themselves. Besides I have a sense of irony."

"Oh right."

Up in space, Dyelli Beybi's sole contribution to the field of space warface wobbled towards the enemy space ships like a bloated sea urchin. It was a huge, thin ceramic globe with inumerable small spikes jutting off it in every direction, abruptly it's engines ran out of fuel, but it had already been set on a collision course.

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A Sturmscharführer wearing a field grey uniform arrived in a topless 4x4 to meet the Vrakians, he seemed costantly concerned the convoy would leave him behind, darting looks over his shoulder to check to see how far it had moved, "We're going to need high octane petrol, and lots of it, the Schingels have twin turbines, of course we'll also need bits to repair them. There should be a few engineers coming along shortly as well. Hrrrm what else, oh yes ammunition, we'll need 150mm High Explosive Anti-Tank and High Explosive rounds, can you guys make that? Oh yes andalso 200mm High Explosive Fragmentation and Armour Piercing Fin Stabilised Discarding Sabot, can you guys do that? Oh yes, FC-11 missiles for the Niblwerfers, you won't be able to do that, we'll have to do it ourselves."

He sighed dramatically, as if this was somehow the Vrakian's fault "What else? 12.5 mm belts, and lots of them, we've got 'Kill Crazy' in our unit, standard AK 74 clips, you'll be able to do that I hope, mortar rounds, stingers, and what AT-missiles are we using now....oh yeah Kornet E."

He paused for breath, "Now which of those can you lot do?"

Broadcast from Jesuitlem Naval base
To: Whomever it may concern in Alcona and Hubris
From: Konteradmiral Sadler
Subject: Naval forces
We request permission to refuel and ressuply our ships in Alconian ports en-route to the current conflict in Remmonlands. We request permission for the use of a deep water port as the new Battlecruiser 'Lord Fisher', carrying a draft of nearly 10 metres has been assigned as the flagship for the fleet being deployed to the conflict.

Aircraft carrier Destiny's Fist

With a ear-splitting roar, the entire compliment of fully loaded Yaks and Flankers aboard the Kreml class carrier zoomed off towards the Remmonlands coast. As well, a dozen combat helicopters were lifting off, eager to join the fray.

Captain Tryion watched them go. Suddenly the comm officer spoke up.

"Sir! Incoming message from...Lunatic Retard Robots." The officer shook his head. Did I read that right? "They are offering assistance!" Tryion turned to his XO.

"Heard of them?"
"No."
"Neither have I. So we watch them. If they engage the Dozle, then it would appear that we have a common enemy at least. As well, patch this latest development through to High Command. Make sure that our fleet strength has been relayed as well."

The carrier along with the rest of the fleet moved relentlessly forward to the coast. The crews began final weapons checks and loaded live ammunition. This was no drill and their practicing will now be put to the test. The VNF Women Sobber, a Soyuz III class battleship, along with two Sovremenny destroyers and a lone Kirov cruiser surged ahead like rabid dogs. The others remained behind to screen the carrier.

The Vrak Military High Command, receiving the message from Tryion sent a copy to the Privy council. Immediately, analysts and researchers set about dissecting the LRR message and inquiries were made along various political and intelligence networks as to who exactly they were.

Under the sea, near the Remmonlands coast

The four Sierra II attack subs neared. It seemed somewhat unnerving that they were able to draw this close but perhaps the Dozle were too preoccupied with the landing to notice them. Torpedoes were flooded, the nearest hovercraft were locked on, and 8 SS-N-16 Stallion torpedoes were let loose. Damage from the first volley would then determine the response but most likely each submarine would empty all their loads before retreating.

Near the Remmonland/Vrak Border

The fortifications that were in place for decades suddenly were alive once more. But this time, there were no wandering orc tribes or other beasties that would foolishly stray too close to the Vrakian borders. The Border guard were understably alert ever since rumours were ciculating about the mysterious meteor shower. The King's broadcast only confirmed their suspicions and it was no wonder that the vast number of tanks, rocket artillery, anti air vehicles and thousands upon thousands of infantry were converging in this area. The railcars were busy along with temporary shelters being hastily erected. Ancient minefields were noted while old bunkers were now being evaluated and stockpiled with ammunition, food, and personnel. The chemical weapons were being loaded up and moved since they were deemed to be ineffective against the robots.

At another military base, some extremely large rail-based weapony chugged to life.

High overhead, and unbeknownst to the ground, another A 50 Mainstay SDRLO crossed into Remmonlands while the first one was undergoing mid-air refueling.

Conferring with the Dyelli Beybians

He paused for breath, "Now which of those can you lot do?"

The Vrakian, busy scribbling the Sturmscharführer's words replied,

"Not too sure about the FC-11s sir, but I'm sure we can do the rest." He turned to his aide and spoke quickly in the harsh, deep Vrakian tongue. The aide nodded and immediately left with the requirements that the Dyellian laid out.

"Depending on where the forces are mustering, we can deliver what you need there. If you require some of it now, then the next depot should have most of what you need. Our factories are working overtime."

He looked over the list again.

"Ah, we use the SA-16 GIMLET for portable anti-air. But I know for a fact that the nearest depot has a large stockpile of Kornet E systems since we use them ourselves."

The Sturmscharführer looked decidedly less tense, "We are fully supplied for now. We just need to know what can be aquired in Vrak. Does Vrak manufacture ammuntiion for the large calibre cannons we are using? I wasn't under the impression you used it."

In the early morning light one could see the lines of bartha class air-space fighter bombers hovering, waiting as the last of them was fueled and loaded with ordinance. Then at 6:12 hours three wings of the craft began to punch up their airbreathing engines and turn northwards. By 6:30 they were all doing Mach 1 as they started to pass low over the mountains and drive downwards into the valley on the other side of the border.

They targeted the landing zones of the drop ships, trying to destroy those invaders outside them, or loaded drop ships just before they landed. The pilots approched their pulse guns blazing, sending 4 inch shperes of energy and molten iron into their targets. The gunners followed suit by straffing the sites as they passed with their hell fire chain guns. They were using the medium range 26 mm armor peircing rounds as though they were an almost endless supply.

The third wing turned west and followed the border towards the Polar Sea at Mach 3, they slowed into a turn to follow the shore line. They had been ordered to help suppress any enemy fire and support the airborne landings. Seeing the helo's blasting away, two of the four groups opened fire with their hellfire chainguns on helio's and formed a massive wedge moving northwards. Behind them the second wave picked off survivors and began to turn towards the Durakian drop zone.

At 720, 20 Bar Class Gravships, 100 assult vehicles, and 250 troop carriers crossed the river into Remmondlands to begin a push out of the valley and up to the western heights of the mountain.

The Dozle forces landed on the beach look out to sea to view a frightening sight. A line of frigates and destroyers have lined up parallel to the beach. Their AA systems down the various attack helicopters and other vehicles sent to intercept them, but still keeping tight formation.

Aboard the LRRNS Psycho Derelict, a trimiran battleship....

"All guns targeted! Shields systems appear to be doing good......yep, all within the given operating perameters."
"Alright, prepare to fire!"
"Final trajectory calculated.......ready for firing!!!!!!!"
"FIRE!!!!!"

The LRR fleet bombards the beach, attempting to destroy much of Dozle's invasion forces.

Meanwhile, following the path of the Lords of War aircraft, a wing of F-104Xs, 100 in total, prepare for the attack. Loaded with fuel-air explosives, they hope to destroy as many SOAT bots as possible in preperation for the offensive against Dozle.

The F-104s finish tanking, and then rocket off to their destinations at nearly mach 3.

"Ok, target on scope! All squadrons, prepare to release your ordenance!"
"Roger that, weapons armed!"
"Targets on scope.....within range in five....four....three....two....bombs away!"

The flurry of Fuel-air explosive bombs descends on the SOAT landing sites.

The initial wing of 25 aircraft has been reduced to 15, but the surviving aircraft strafe the helicopters, adding to the fire from the newly arrived torpedo boats. Soon, news reaches the local destroyer squadron base that Dozle's shields have been weakened.

A gaggle of 25 Camden class destroyers leave their berths in earth orbit, bent on revenge.

Back on earth, as the barrage continues, a group of dropships loads up at their bases in LRR. They carry most of the 1st Naval Infantry brigade, led by Captain Jones, back from the last encounter with Dozle. The dropships quickly load up with the LRR naval infantrymen, armed with plasma rifles, SMGs, and SBSW-3 squad support weapons.

-=| Remmonland Airspace - Frontline |=-

Gristal Megwala pulled hard on his paraglider straps, forcing a quick descent. He watched as fellow marines were torn apart by the metal spikes that flew threw the air. Shivar! Intel dropped us to close! Another blast of metal shards passed close to him, barely missing some marines that used compressed airtanks from their enclosed rebreather system to quickly alter where they were. A voice crackled to life in his helm.

*"Enemy have broken the line. All frontline troops from the 309th, regroup 10-20km back where tank brigades are or find shelter, we are lighting up, I repeat, we are lighting up."*

Megwala cursed into his rebreather, Great! They're going to shell this area into molten! Another spray of metal shards barely missed him, hitting a low flying transport. The transport caught fire, but like any good old dukratian transport, continued to fly, veering off towards an open field. Out of instinct, he slacked one of his control cords forcing his chute into a controled spiral to create drag and bleed off velocity. *50m*. He removed his flare gun from his thigh, shooting a flare straight through his chute, a hail of metal spikes chased the flare up, ripping a few more holes in his chute, his descent increased speed. *30m*. With the remaining control he had he forced his chute into a broad circle. *10m*. The ground meet him quickly and hard as he tucked and rolled, pulling the lock pins that had kept his chute securely attached to him. He rolled for another 10m before coming to a stop before a few of his unlucky bretheren. Well, I survived, but it ain't going to do much if I'm here when this place is blitzed! He quickly got up, dropping some of his non-essential equipment before he began a full 2 legged, 2 armed sprint of 40 MPH towards the tank brigades.

-=| Remmonland - 20 km from the Frontline |=-

The transports carrying defense line equipment roared over head, dropping 2-4 12-30" heavy mobile artillery pieces each and and armarments. General Venrar calmly walked amoung the hundreds of soldiers who were running about to set up the artillery pieces. The grim tale played in his ear through the earpiece he wore:

*The SOATs hav...et up on rock formatio.s, they are ope..ng fire on us!*
*All forc.s beg.. quick desce.t procedu..s, we'.l regro auugh...*
*Mayd.. Mayday, this is th. TT Fe.n.rl, we are going do... I rep.at, we a.. go... down!*
*The 204th has be.n completely wiped out! Sti.. getting repor.s fro. ot..r sq.ads, se.d we ar. bei.g over run. Sugge.t regr.up an. reform.ti.n bef.re conti.ueing*

Venrar sighed, taking the earpiece out of his ear as he entered the makeshift command tent. Intel officers bustled about setting up the tactical displays and live intel feeds. The general walked up to a tactical officer who was working franctically over a black display.

"Hows the situation look?"
"Grim for the frontline sir, 10-20% survival rating"
"10-20?"
"Well, we still arn't ready, but once we are, the odds are countable on one hand"
"I see, so what about this line we are forming?"
"We have a good probability to stop their advance as long as we can maintain our deathzone. And that means that we'll need air support to prevent them form coming at us from above."
"Are we covered on that front?"
"Communications have been sent to the Lords of War, Vrak, and the new player."
"Very well, keep me informed."
"Sir!"
"Oh, and another thing, when we are ready, do not wait"
"But sir, our troops..."
"Those troops out there swore that they are ready to die for the empire, and we can not afford to lose the line out of weakness. At very least, we need to provide time for the heavier dukratus forces to fortify strong terran points. This isn't a drill son, this is war"
"Yes sir..."

Reports of the situation of the Dukratus forces reaches the 1st Naval Infantry brigade as it is flown out over the sea en route to the combat zone.

"Sir, we've reports that Dukratus forces are taking heavy losses on their front. Their tank brigades appear to have a solid position."
"Take us there. How's the status on the heavy equipment?"
"Its being loaded now. AC-130s are on their way, along with Jaguars and most of our spare combat aircraft."
"Alright. ETA?"
"30 minutes, sir."

The pilot of the dropship looks back into the troop compartment.

"Feet dry," he announces. Infantrymen tighten their grips on their weapons.

After several minutes of flying, the dropships go into evasive manouvers, out of the viewports, mixed wings of Su-47IIIs and Blade Mk. 12s armed with anti-radar missiles subdue AA systems in preperation for the brigade's landing.

"Brace for evasive manouvers."

The dropships quickly drop to low altitude, the zero-g load bashing some of the unprepared infantrymen up against the ceiling of the troop compartment.

Flak bursts all around the dropships. Several out of the force of 50 are hit and are forced to crash-land. The rest continue to the tank brigades.

"Dukratus tank forces, this is the 1st naval Infantry brigade, LRR. We are ready to provide you support against the SOAT bots. We will land close to your position, over."

The dropships near the tank brigades, and they quickly slow from their previous speed to a hover and a quick descent.

Aboard Captain Jones's dropship, the pilot eases the ship down to the ground. He can be seen triggering the door drop, which lowers the heavy landing door.

"Ok, go go go!"

The 20 naval infantymen rush out of the ship, and it takes off as soon as the last trooper is clear. The door gunners fire sporadically at any SOAT equipment with their plasma cannons.

Soon, larger dropships can be seen on the horizon.

**In Orbit**

The Dyelli Beybi vessle approached the Prince Taka, sensors sweeping over its uniquly designed surface trying to determine its purpouse, yet Dozle's attention was elsewhere. LRR ships from the planet surface rose like vultures to a kill and Dozle simply smirked at them. He opened a coms channel to the Destroyers, his visibly scared face appearing on each of the bridges.

"surrender now fools, you are out numbered, out gunned, and out manuevered. . . your continued interferance is punishable by death, but if you surrender now, I will assure it is quick and painless."

He terminated the transmition and looked over his logs. . . the thirty second fleet was ready to fold in should they not surrender, and the Doctor was ready should they decide to give up. . . it was time now, for them to die, one way or anouther.

"They are not taking me seriously" Dozle said to the hologram of the High PRince of Taka "perhaps we should give our friends on the ground a bit of air cover?"

Your whim is law, my lord The hologram said, bowing low.

A few of the Coms devices activated, sending a transmition burst through subspace, activating the carrier's attached with the first fleet. Space bent and warped, as a duo super carrier and six space carriers folded into existance around Earth. Her massive bays opened, and black clouds of fighters swarmed out, 4 destroyers, 60 gunships, 160 bombers, 544 Fighters, and 2200 interceptors flying through space, striking the atmosphere and leaving a massive trail of plasma as thier shields left the air a raging inferno in thier wake. The broke through the cloudcover over the beach, weapons loaded and ready, as the pilotless aircraft took off after thier targets, engaing them in a deadly ballet.

Four of the gunships vear off, loading Scatter Torpedoes in the underbelly of the ship. They fly over the glassy surface towards the undersea Vrakian subs, tracing the bubble trail of the torpedoe streaking towards the hovercraft.

The torpedoes skip over the watter, thier powerful engines sending them streaking towards the metal hull of the subs. They quicky shook apart, and the AA missiles hidden within them streaked out. The water set them flying out of control as they tried to guide themselves in an alien atmosphere. The shear number of them made up for the inaccuracy, as the makeshift depth charges sailed towards the subs, 160 missiles total.

A wave of bombers, 16 strong flew inland, their mission, simple enough was to target the LOW facilities boardering Remmonlands, particularly those with chemical weapons, hoping to spread a cloud of death over the boarderlands, and create a buffer zone for at least a while.

The Takian fighter streaked off, air to air missiles firing at the LRR bombers, and as the Fuel Air bombs tore wide gashes in the robot swarms below, the silver craft engaged and provided a much more efficeint form of air cover than the helicopters could provide.

With the Sturmscharführer

The Sturmscharführer looked decidedly less tense, "We are fully supplied for now. We just need to know what can be aquired in Vrak. Does Vrak manufacture ammuntiion for the large calibre cannons we are using? I wasn't under the impression you used it."

The Vrakian replied, feeling a little sheepish.

"I share your concern Sturmscharführer. In truth, we do have some cannons that large but not exactly to your specs. I apologize for causing you inconvenience. Our T-90 are 125 mm while our larger artillery pieces are 152 mm. We could probably make what you want but it might be quicker for you to make them now. Mind you, I suppose on how long this whole war will drag out. Supply depots along your route have been informed and what is in stock now can either be added to your convoy as per our trucks or delivered straight to the front."


Under the sea

The submarines continues to fire their torpedoes at the Dolze hovercraft. However, the sheer volume of torpedoes heading for them was an example in quantity having a quality all its own. They were lost, but were able to fire at least 3 more volleys before being sunk to Davy Jone's locker. (Total: 8 torps first time, 24 afterwards).

Airborne near the Remmonlands coast

In total, 28 aircraft (16 Yak 41 Freestyles and 12 SU-27 flankers) closed in on the Dozle beachhead. Their mission was simple; engage the nearest helicopters with their anti-air missiles but try to drop as many munitions as possible on the enemy.

[OOC: Damn, trying to keep track of my fighter designations. Also, not sure what you might be sending my way.]


Near the Remmonland coast

The lone battleship, accompanied by 2 destroyers and one cruiser began to pound the Dozle beachhead positions. First were the hovercrafts with secondary targets being whatever assets the enemy used to fire back with. Targeting was established with the long-range detection aircraft along with satellite. The SS-N-22 Sunburns and SS-N-19 Shipwrecks were let loose first while the ships drew closer. The 17" turrents on the BB were ready while the shipboard artillery system was undergoing final checks.

Meanwhile, the Destiny's Fist group prepared anti-air countermeasures to meet the new threat. The aircraft were informed of the new arrivals but kept on with mission.

[OOC: If you are out there FiK, or if anyone else knows what a 130mm/70 cal AK-130-MR-184 Twin Mount Universal Automated Shipboard Artillery System - found on the Soyuz III BB. Sound like an artillery gun to me. Guess I should have asked him. 8) ]


Higher up still

The long range detection aircraft were now on a rotational basis, constantly feeding back enemy movements to High Command.


Base #10

24 TU-160s were being loaded, ready for a run.

Throughout the Kingdom

Only necessary traffic was allowed while secure areas were tightly monitored. Police patrols were increased, looking for anything suspicious while radar stations upgraded their sweeps. Factories were busy churning out munitions, weapons, and other necessary items for the troops. Rationing hadn't been implemented yet, but some felt it was only a matter of time. Morale, on the whole, was upbeat with patriotic songs and video montages being broadcast.

Vrak Urunchi - major city - North Sea coast

The massive naval base, like all other naval bases, was full of grim-faced mariners, sobbing women, and irritable dockyard workers. The VNF Gerekula let loose her moorings to join the other groups enroute to the Destiny's Fist.

Admiral Rez "Bear" Killamo loomed over his boon companion Captain Igor Fraio, who was no sloutch in the large department standing 6'2" himself.

"Prostitute for your thoughts Bear?"

Killamo grinned. He and Igor have torn it up in a lot of places around the Klatch. But now, this impending conflict worried him. Even more than when he was sent to reinforce Camp Masada so long ago.

"These Dozle are like nothing I've ever seen. For murphy's sake, over the f---ing cap and from f---ing space itself." His gaze wandered over the flight deck as crew hurried about.
"Yup. Robots I hear."
"Well, I wonder what on earth we can really do. Give me a stand up fight and okay." Bear glanced at his ham-sized hands,"But these Dozle f---ers..."
"Getting old Rez?" Igor chided, "By Bok's maw, I've never heard you talk like this."
"Called not wanting to be a sitting target for whatever the hell is up there," indicated Killmo, tilting his head upwards, "I'd feel a lot better if that was taken out first."
"Hmmm, yes. Besides, what happened to your old ship the Jawbreaker?"
"Oh, well. It's in drydock now. Gotta scrap off all those ex-wives of mine looking to take my Kronors."

In the Overlord’s war room the response to the sudden appearance of reinforcements made a few of the Var puzzle for a moment, a few seemed to shake their heads.

The Overlord looked at the screen for a moment and laughed. “It appears they want to deal with us in a manner befitting a so called “God”. Let us show him why we have survived for two thousand years after the fall of the Var Empire. We will let them enjoy Klatchian Hospitality served from the mouths of our weapons… launch space wings 12-25. Also prepare the first and second gunboat squadron for attack, and send another seven wings of air breathers to protect our skies and three to help the Logoths

The hooded figures around them shook their heads in agreement.

The narrow lake had building around it, but the real weapons lay in their bunkers below the surface. As the enemy craft entered the atmosphere large fighter craft that looked like a cockpit between two massive guns began to appear. They appeared as first hundreds and then thousands. The Logoth space fighters began to raise themselves into their fighter wings above their bases and ready for a push up, above the atmosphere.

At the same time, several wings of the Bertha class fighters began to appear out of their underground bases patrolling the sky over and waiting for the go signal.

More craft pushed themselves out from their bases along lake Olympus and began to elevate. Near the end of their preparations there were almost 600 Bertha class fighters, 650 Logoth Class fighters, and 50 gunships holding positions over various points of L.O.W…

In the distance the two craft vanished into sudden openings in the fabric of the universe.
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The border appeared to be mostly mountains with small villages, but nothing appearing appetizing to the gunship crews until they noticed a large set of white, steel towers near the Lake Olympus shore and went for it. The nearby gravships opened fire with their plasma turrets and gauss guns. The 14” gauss guns sent round after round of shot flying a mach 5 speed towards their targets. The smaller dual lasers opened up from the broad side of about five gravships while another three turned and fired a spread of four guided torpedoes each out towards the incoming craft.

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OOC:

Vrak or one of the FKC leaders, would you mind telegramming me telling me what I should do?

EDIT: Double Post

On the ground, the LRR home defense troops get what they are waiting for. From a chain of frigates, mainly Narvik II AA/ASW frigates, radars lock onto the incoming dozle fighters.

"We have all missiles locked, second volley is ready for loading."
"Send 'em back to wherever they came from, eh?"


Out of the missile tubes of the frigates, small and fast but very dangerous, a swarm of 250 missiles emerges from the vertical launch tubes. On land, SA-18 silos open up, and start spitting their contents into the sky. Frigate guns also target the ships, knocking fighter after fighter out of the sky. A formation of interceptors rockets out from LRR to meet the dozle forces.

The F-104s loose nearly half their number in the attack, but this only increases their pilot's rage. The now clean mach-3 capable F-104Xs turn to engage the fighters with their guns. Some rocket towards the destroyers at full throttle. The Jaguars come in low and fast while this is happening, several actually getting damaged by trees. They drop their cluster munitions at less than 100ft altitude on the SOAT bots, and then rocket at full throttle away from the battle area. Close behind, a force of A-4s is also inbound, followed by a wing of 5 Tu-160s. The pilots fly their aircraft like maniacs. When fighting against fascism, imperialism, or naziism, fear is not an emotion present in LRR troops.

LRR missile boats engage the dozle ships, annoyingly fast and hard to hit.

In orbit, the destroyers continue to move to attack the Dozle forces. The destroyers form up into a wall, and let loose a swarm of nearly 3,000 torpedos at Dozle's ships. Crewed largely by survivors of the last ttack on dozle, these sailors are suicidal. As dozle's face appears on the comms screeens of the destroyers, the general feeling is that dozle is a special kind of moron and deserves to be destroyed at all costs.

The destroyers send back a message. Captain Henry LaForge's robotic face appears on the screen of Dozle's ship.

"You really think you're something, don't ya? Well, you're not. While your ego might be the size of a planet your sense of morals is the size of a neutrino. Thats what is wrong with all you crusade leaders. You are all stupid beyond belief. I bet even I am smarter than you. Now, if you would just forget about your idiotic ego trip and go say sorry to your granddad, we could all live in peace. But, you chose to violate these standard conventions of civilization, to your own certain demise."

With the end of the message, the 25 destroyers accellerate to maximum velocity. They fire their antimatter cannons at full power at Dozle's ship, and rocket at it, making no apparent effort to change course. Each one carries a pair of harbringer bombs attached to the reactor.

On the ground, LRR armored elements arrive. The M-113Gs are landed first, before the T-90IIs. They immediately get to work, and pick up the platoons of LRR naval infantry. Many of the force of 150 are armed with 155mm howitzers. Others carry heavy plasma cannons and mortars. They join up with the Dukratus tanks and prepare to exact revenge on the SOATs.

Meanwhile, under the cover of darkness and the cover of several arsenal ships, the 1st and 2nd armored brigades, as well as the 3rd mechanized infantry batallion, are landed on the coast of Lords Of War, on the opposite side of the mountains that Dozle is on.

Columns of troops and tanks move across the landscape, often completely ignoring roads and cutting across country. The infantry musicians play The Battle Hymn of the Republic, as well as The Battle Cry of Freedom and the Grenadiers March as they advance to the front. The entire LRR army, navy and airforce on earth has been mobilized. Home defense troops take up their stations, manning bunkers and other defense structures all around the country. Anti-tank and machine gun teams set up all over the country.

-=| Remmonland - 2nd Tank Line |=-

The air was filled with a near continueous rate of thunder as nearby tank squads kept up a staggered fireing pattern of high-yield rounds which worked to damage, destroy, or at least slow/stop clusters of the incoming wave of SOATs. A squad of Dukratian soldiers appeared over a hill, sending off volleys of .80 cal rounds into strategic places on several SOATs that approached the LRR's 1st Infantry Brigade. A 13' tall dukratian who seemed to have some more decorative red on his armor then the others walked over to Captain Jones, the face plate raising to reveal a harsh featured face with pronounced fangs and red eyes.

"I'm Field Commander Tislivik Vagran'ker, or just Vagran of the 405th Dukratus support squad it is...pleasing.. to have you enforce us. We are slowly pulling back to the fortified line that is being raised. Once we hit that line, we must hold the position until we can fully prepare a counterattack to push their forces back. It would be advised to match our combat frequency."

The dukratian put his faceplate back down, reading his rifle.

*"Follow us"*

From:
Alconian Naval Advisor, Port Olympus
To:
All southern Naval Forces
Subject: Deepwater refuling and refitting locations.

At the moment all fellow Klatchian members are notified that Blood Harbor Naval Facility, Torrhallport Naval Base, and The Squall Straits Platform A and B are usable for refueling of ships. We should note that desiel is available at all locations, but coal is only available at Torrhallport. At the moment all Alcoian forces are on high alert. Remember to use JDF IFF signals while in Alconian Waters. Please maintain radio contact as the enemy has our locations from orbit at the moment so radio silence makes no sense.

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When the Landgravine sees the recording of the 'message' from Dozle she just stands for a moment and then laughs. "I've seen it all now, a twit of a five year old playing with someone else's toys and calling themselves a God just because he's got some massive amount of little bots he can send flying down on us. Who the f*** is that kid? See if any of our allies know who in the hell that spawn of self delusion is and how got his sticky little paws on that hardware. I want them to understand that by sparing the rod on this igomanical brat they doomed him to be castrated while hanging by his balls from the top of Key's Tower."
She goes to studying the battle reports for a moment...
"Thank our non-FKC allies in this and advise LLR and all our forces that they may want to hang back for the moment. It appears that our large order of smackdown has gotten through with no interference. I guess little all knowning God boy didn't think much of two pissant ships heading away from him. Of course a God would have known that it's the small things that are most dangerous. Hmph...God...more like egotistical brat who still wears diapers."
She gets an evil grin on her face... "Advise all units that we have a new nickname for our opponet...Diaper Boy"

Captain Jones calles for his troops to follow the Dukratian forces. They mainly stay under the cover of the M-113Gs, which are the fastest LRR vehicles in the area.

The infantrymen and APCs follow the Dukratians at a fast pace, the T-90IIs covering the retreat. M-113s fire back at the SOATs as they fall back.

Captain Jones sits in one of the seats of the last M-113 in the column. Empty 155mm shell casings fall down through the open hatch to the jury-rigged turret. Infantrymen fire out the small gunports at whatever bots show themselves, adding to the devestation wrought by the 155 cannon. Behind, the heavy armor holds their ground, blasting away with their own cannons and machine guns as the other forces fall back to the fortified line. His aide, Sergent Zimbra, sits at his side, showing no emotion.

"Up on that outcropping there!"

BOOM

"Got it."

A bronze colored shell casing falls down through the hatch, adding to the already large pile.

Out in the north sea, the entire LRR fleet is mobilized. With a very short coastline to defend, most ships are headed into the combat area, futuretech refits to first be tested there. Their SA-15, -18, and -20 AA missiles prove adept at their tasks, and LRR ships suffer light losses, mostly due to the speed and manouverability of the ships. Skjold and Bora class missile boats perform hit-and-run attacks on Dozle hovercrafts, escaping with little damage, but relying on internal guidance for their ASMs. The LRR frigate force makes off somewhat worse. So far in the engagement, the LRRNS Narvik has been disabled. The abandoned hulks of two other LRR naval vessels lay on the beach off Remmonlands, having taken on water after being hit. Their crews were spirited away by fast landing craft before too much harm could be done.

http://warships.ru/Russia/Fighting_Ships/Missile_Boats/1239-2.jpg

An LRR Bora corvette manouvering outside the area of the main naval engagement.

http://warships.ru/Russia/Fighting_Ships/Aircraft_Carriers/pr.1143_(04).jpg

LRR's only full carrier, LRRNS Harriet Beecher Stowe, en route to the combat area with compliment of Su-37s.

OCC: If anyone here can read russian, could you translate this site? (http://warships.ru/index.ssi)

This looks like a very fun RP. I can't wait to test out my high seas fleet.

PHEAR IT!!!!!!!

((OOC: LRR, if ya don't mind, please wait for me to post Dozle's actions before you post again, I know I'm taking a while, but with so many people, Dozle can only realisticly post once a day without disenfranchising a lot of people. Thanks for your patients. will post IC later tonight.))

Of the cost of the FKC Peninsula, an Atlantian class submarine of His Majesty's Great Blue Fleet lurks, carefully monitoring the situation. The Valinor forces on Earth are already reeling from the recent bombardment of Boralis and Armandur by Verniian forces as part of the ongoing conflict with the People's Republic. But Lord Marshal Adonis knows of the Dozle situation.
Commander Decarga, master of Blue Submarine 45, has been serving as the mobile intelligence station for the "observers" on the KFT Peninsula. The Peninsula is crawling with ESS, Sardaukar intelligence, and a host of others. The Valinor are keeping close tabs on Dozle, although they may not be ready to act yet they are preparing.
"Helm, take us down to 385. Engines to 1/3rd power."
"Aye, Commander, 385 meters, 1/3rd power."
"Do we have confirmation that our last update to Admiral Perry was received?"
"Yes, sir!"
Decarga nods.
"Lay in the course to the next signal rendezvous."
"Yes, sir."

Somewhere in Vrak...

Translated from Vrakian.

-Status on our forces?
-The carrier groups are ready to strike. As well, the transports are fully loaded to reinforce the Dukratians and LRR. The Remmonland border is, for the moment, secure. Divisions have been flooding in and we are ready.
-Indeed. These Dozle shall now feel Vrakian might. Get me a secure line to the Privy Council.

OOC: Short post. Sorry. Calculating some final numbers here. Will hopefully post soon and also waiting for Dozle.

((OOC: Ugg. . . sorry guys, its 2:30 am, and I've been sidetracked. I'll get a post worked out tommorow, expect one around 2 pmish Eastern time. I'm really sorry about this, but I'm just dead tired.))

OOC: FKC not KTF. They both sound like that famous chicken franchise though, eh? :)

FKC = Federated Klatchian Coast.

The Sturmscharführer nodded to himself, pulling off his cap and scratching at his head, "Yes, they are very big guns. I doubt this conflict will last long. We'll spare you the bother and ship the equipment up ourselves."

He paused for a few moments, then clapped his hands together, "Well, unless you have any further need of me?" he nodded to the 4x4 where a soldier in a thick grey coat was waiting to drive him back to the column.

((OOC: Cue Rage Against the Machine's Imperial March *evil smirk* time for reinforcments))

**In Space**

Dozle looked at the wall of incoming torpedeos with growing irritation.

"Grandfather, should those hit us, what would be the outcome?"

I predict widespread, though light damage to the armor, possible hull breaches in outer corridors, possible loss of armorment on the port side. Orders?

Dozle didn't even say a word, mentaly engaging the torpedeo loaders to put in anouther volley of torpedeos, sending yet anouther wave of torps barreling out the side of the ship. They closed fast, the massive fusion warheads arming. The reached the first of the torps and exploded, sending massive waves of plasma out, burning through the torpedos, of the 3000, only 200 made it through to impact harmlessly against the HEPD fields. On the massive underbelly of the ship, a massive cannon turns towards the kamakazing destoryers, locking onto the center ship in the thickest cluster, and firing a Destructive Radiation blast. Designed to disrupt the weak atomic force, the atoms of the hull would litteraly tear apart, releacing even more destructive radiation in a chain reaction. Provided enough mass, it could litteraly disentergrate a fleet foolish enough to cluster. despite its power, Dozle was taking no chances, and his entire port side gun batteries warmed up, firing a massive volley into the incoming swarm, the six slicer cannons sending a massive wave of fire across space, cutting through anything they passed through. The 32 plasma lances opened up as well, peppering the incoming destroyers with exploding fusion bombs.

Behind them, space seems to shift, as the escorts of the Adamite 1st fleet folds in, 350 frigates, and 536 destroyers strong, while around the Flag ship, the rest of the 1st fleet appears, with a single dreadnaught a trio of battleships, 4 Supercarriers, 8 Carriers, 15 Battlecruisers, 60 heavy cruisers, and 150 Light cruisers. They turn for a second to face the incoming fleet, space seeming to stand still, before a massive energy buildup is seen from the broadsides of the entire fleet, as tehy prepare a joint barrage.


**on the ground**

A wave of larger drop pods begin to fall towards the beach, as the SOAT's continue to crash against the LRR and Dukratian lines, taking horrendus casulities as bot after bot is torn apart, only to be replaced in what seems to be an unending tide. The first of the drop pods hits the sand, the SOATs scurrying away as the massive doors open, tanks swarming out. A company of Appocolypse tanks, 20 strong, rolls to a stop on the sand, targeting computers picking up the location of the line in the distance. For a moment, they stand unmoving, artilary shells slamming around them, a few sending shrapnel off of thier thick hides. Then, the rocket pods on the side open, and a flight of the earthshaker artillary rockets fly out, rocking the tanks as tehy fly towards the line, hoping to open a breach for the SOAT's to stream through. On the line, miles away, 200 of the 200mm rockets begin final decent, warheads priming as they scream towards the tanks and artillary.

**In the Air**

The fighters and interceptors scream with power as they rip after the LRR fighters, easily matching mach 3. They tail them till the target lock indicates in the empty cockpit. a trio of anti-aircraft missiles streaming away from each interceptor, followed by a hail of laserfire as the cannons open up. The Vrakian division fires against the few remaining helicopters, knocking 10 of them from the sky in flaming balls, and forcing anouther 5 to crash land. 56 interceptors, two for each of the Vrakian aircraft, streak off, pushing the aircraft to the limit and creating a sonic boom as they hit mach 12, the HEPD fields sending a streaming ball of plasma around them, protecting the aircraft from its own speed. The first wave, 28 strong, streaks by the aircraft, seeking to disorrient the pilots and force tehm into evasive manuevers as the screaming balls of plasma rush towards them. The second wave, slower than the first, arms thier missiles and laser cannons, firing as soon as thier commrades have cleared the kill zone.

**At Sea**

20 of the hovercraft are lost, as torpedoes slam into the, sending gouts of flame and shrapnel into the air. most of the bots are destroyed instanty, hwoever those that survive engage jet thrusters, and manuver through the sea towards the beach, their singlemindedness not allowing them the option of giving up. The hovercraft nearest the Vrakian warships scurry with activity, as thier occupants jump off into the water. Nearly 400 SOAT's scurry off, engaging their thrusters and streaking towards the battleship and the two destroyers, intent on boarding and either comandeering, or destroying the ships. Meanwhile, a group of heicopters flies towards the Destiny's fist group, being wittled down by AA fire. Still, three survive, unleashing the entirlty of thier rocket pods, 90 Firestorm plasma missiles before they are shot down as well.

**at the boarder between Remmonlands and Lord of War**

11 bombers fall to the onslaught, the twelth having its wings shredded and losing power to its engines. Crippled, but not willing to surrender, it vears into the Gravship, pushing its engines to an overload, as it arms its remaining plasma torpedoes to detonate with the engine. Flames streak from it as shot after shot tears through it, and it turns from a controled dive, to a controled fall, spiraling into the upcoming sea of fire, and slamming into the grav ship's hull, where its entire payload detonates, along with its engines and overstressed batteries, creating a billowing fireball three times more intence than the nuclear weapon dropped on Hiroshima, and sending shockwaves through the entire ship. The remaining three unload their plasma torps, the large missiles streaking through the air towards the metal towers as the final three bombers met a fiery fate as well.

((OOC note: those are not nuclear weapons, despite the analogy used for the grav ship. . . they are conventional arms, the grav ship simply got hit with six torpedeos, and three plasma batteries, which run much like miniaturized fusion reactors.))

In space, the destroyers continue their charge against Dozle's flagship. The cannon destroys five of the destroyers, and the other weapons on the ship destroy three more. But still, the destroyers continue to charge Dozle's flagship. Their antimatter drives propell them to extremely high speeds. It would be a challenge for the strongest HEPD field to repell 17 of what are essentially 200 meter long torpedos. They continue to fire their antimatter cannons at Dozle's ship, the beams, while not nearly as powerful as what dozle would face from LRR cruisers, still quite destructive. The destroyers close under 1 kilometer, by now building up their velocity to a point where cannons were being ripped off by small pieces of shrapnel. A final message comes through from the LRR destroyers.

"You'll wish you didn't do this dozle."

On the ground, almost all the F-104Xs are destroyed. Still, by distracting the dozle fighters, they allowed two wings of Super Jaguars to deliver their payloads on the SOAT advance, and as the last 15 F-104s lead the dozle fighters on a chase over the Remmonlands countryside, a wing of A-4s come in low and fast, dropping fuel-air explosives and firing their rocket pods into the SOAT advance.

Back on the battlefront, most of the M-113s and infantry troops withdraw without major losses. This is due mainly to the sacrifice of the 40 T-90IIs acting as retreat gaurd. The T-90 crews fire their 140mm cannons at the SOAT heavy equipment, and their 20mm cannons and plasma cannons at the SOAT bots themselves. Soon, the flaming wreckage of 17 out of the 40 tanks litters the line, with many more missing treads and otherwise crippled. Still, the tanks hold out to the last, stalling the SOAT advance while the Dukratus and other LRR forces withdraw to the fortified line.

At sea, the LRR fleet continues to fire on the dozle ships, dealing out heavy losses with their advanced AA missiles and being able to withstand most of what's thrown at them with their jury-rigged shields. The LRR patrol and missile boats pick up the group of SOAT bots headed towards the Vrak battleship. Torpedos leave their tubes and cannons swivel to engage the horrid little bots, firing on them with high explosive shells. Several converted Bora class corvettes use their new plasma cannons to target the SOATs. The LRR corvettes travel too fast for the bots to get ahold of them, but weapons accuracy is traded for this great speed. The LRR kirov and slava class cruisers even fire the brand new SA-22 missile, capable of engaging targets in space.

Meanwhile, from the Harriet Beecher Stowe, a wing of 40 (total fighter compliment) Blade Mk. 12 interceptors take off to try and save the last few F-104s.

"We've got them on scope....clear to fire!"
"Roger that, weapons free, moving into gun range!"

The interceptors release eight missiles each, and quickly break and move into gun position. They, while capable of nearly mach 5, slow down to the enemy fighters' speed, and wait for the missiles to take their toll. They see two towers of smoke rising into the sky, indicating two pilots ejecting from their aircraft.

Elsewhere, the 1st and 2nd armored brigades advance to the front, under cover of LRR interceptor squadrons from national bases. Close behind is the 1st Mechanized infanry brigade, in BMP-4s and several M113Gs, but relying mostily on the BMPs, as they are used in LRR as more common use vehicles where the M113 is a specialty platform. ahead of them are convoys of T-90IIs, as well as Centuaro tank destroyers and a menagerie of other armored vehicles.

At LRR ports, the 3rd and 4th armored brigades and 2nd, 3rd, and 4th mechanized infantry brigades board landing ships. They prepare to engage the SOATs from their flank.

The Sahifnik satelite continued to wobble toward's Dozle's flagship. In, the bunker in Dyelli Beybi it was being watched with some interest,

"There's multiple ships up there."

"Who cares it's bound to hit one. They're probably all enemy."

(OOC) Incoming friendly fire incident!

*In the Air**

The fighters and interceptors scream with power as they rip after the LRR fighters, easily matching mach 3. They tail them till the target lock indicates in the empty cockpit. a trio of anti-aircraft missiles streaming away from each interceptor, followed by a hail of laserfire as the cannons open up. The Vrakian division fires against the few remaining helicopters, knocking 10 of them from the sky in flaming balls, and forcing anouther 5 to crash land. 56 interceptors, two for each of the Vrakian aircraft, streak off, pushing the aircraft to the limit and creating a sonic boom as they hit mach 12, the HEPD fields sending a streaming ball of plasma around them, protecting the aircraft from its own speed. The first wave, 28 strong, streaks by the aircraft, seeking to disorrient the pilots and force tehm into evasive manuevers as the screaming balls of plasma rush towards them. The second wave, slower than the first, arms thier missiles and laser cannons, firing as soon as thier commrades have cleared the kill zone.

The Destiny Fist’s fighter jets evade the the best they can from the Dozle interceptors. They were not ready for such an event so, taking into consideration the speed, dove. Their missiles and bombs spent, they sought to regroup at the aircraft carrier. All they had left were their 30mm cannons.

**At Sea**

20 of the hovercraft are lost, as torpedoes slam into the, sending gouts of flame and shrapnel into the air. most of the bots are destroyed instanty, hwoever those that survive engage jet thrusters, and manuver through the sea towards the beach, their singlemindedness not allowing them the option of giving up. The hovercraft nearest the Vrakian warships scurry with activity, as thier occupants jump off into the water. Nearly 400 SOAT's scurry off, engaging their thrusters and streaking towards the battleship and the two destroyers, intent on boarding and either comandeering, or destroying the ships. Meanwhile, a group of heicopters flies towards the Destiny's fist group, being wittled down by AA fire. Still, three survive, unleashing the entirlty of thier rocket pods, 90 Firestorm plasma missiles before they are shot down as well.

The anti-aircraft systems aboard the ships were being taxed. Not all of the Firestorm missiles could be intercepted. The two destroyers took severe hits along the superstructure while one missile hit the magazine area, causing a tremendous explosion. One lone KA-27 was able to get away and ordered to engage the SOATS closing in on the BB. The cruiser took minor damage, seemingly escaping the wrath of the interceptors. It launched all of its remaining 40 Granit missiles at nearby hovercraft.

The battleship VNF Women Sobber, fared a little better but not by much. One turrent had been completely torn off and if the fires weren’t contained soon, she could meet the same fate as the destroyer. Needless to say, all hands were busy. Only a few marines were spared to somehow defend against the incoming SOATs. However the two cruiser’s helicopters joined the lone destroyer KA-27 in hunting the robots.

The Destiny’s Fist, along with its remaining destroyers tried to assist the best they could. The transport helicopters, 8 in all and loaded with gung-ho marines made their way to the Remmonland capital, attempting to hook up with Dukratian and LRR forces.

Closing in, the 4 Kreml aircraft carrier groups launched all their fighters (64 Yak-41s, 24 Su-27ks and 24 MiG-29ks)to help engage the hovercraft and provide an air cover screen. The combat helicopters, nearly 50 in total, were sent to destroy the nearest hovercraft closest to the Destiny’s Fist while 16 transport helicopters would make up the second wave in the push to the capital. The remaining 16 were sent to pick up any survivors from the doomed destroyers and battleship.

The larger task force began to expend their surface to surface missiles at the hovercraft and Dozle beachhead while readying the AA systems against the fast-moving interceptors. Further out, the amphibious assault ships began to position themselves for a big push. Needless to say, the observance of SOATs directly attacking the ships was unexpected.

The naval task fleet submarines, 8 in all, closed in on more hovercraft and fired their long-range (100 km) Stallion torpedos.


Near the Vrakian/Remmonland border

Any Dozle interceptors that strayed close were immediately set upon by a hail of SAM missile fire from numerous mobile AA systems. It remained to be seen if the missiles could actually hit the extremely fast moving targets or best to leave others more able to engage such craft.

The order was given and the Vrakian mechanized divisions crossed into Remmonlands. Deep (70km) SOAT positions were first targeted by the 9A52-2 BM-30 Smerch rocket artillery while the 2A36 Giatsint-B artillery fired at its maximum 28 km range. After an initial bombardment, hundreds of T-90 and T-80 Black Eagle tanks rumbled through, backed with infrantry being carried on troop trucks and armoured BMPs.

Overhead, low flying Ka-50 combat helicopters and AC-10 Thunderbolts provided close ground support and to clear a path for the Vrakian armour.

It would be an interesting collision.

The LRR interceptors close with the dozle fighters, the F-104s leading them further and frther away from the battle area, clearing the way for LRR airstrikes.

At sea, the LRRN engages the remaining dozle hovercraft. Missile boats fire their SS-N-19 missiles at the dozle hovercraft, darting to and fro at high speed. Bora II and skjold class missile boats form the majority of the LRR missile fleet, but Tarantul and Stockholm missile boats are also operated by the fleet. The Vosper II class corvettes operate mostly as defense platforms, intercepting incoming torpedos and missiles with their Goalkeeper MOD and RAM batteries. The main surface strike fleet, comprising of Krivak frigates, Sovremenny and Udaloy destroyers, slava and Kirov cruisers, and the Harriet Beecher Stowe, fire their anti-ship missiles at the dozle hovercrafts as well. A detachment of Sovremennys, as well as two of the four slavas breaks off from the main group and heads in towards the dozle beachhead.

Aboard the LRRNS Nevil Norway, a Sovremenny class destroyer.

"Bring us up parallel to the beach!"
"Aye, sir! Turning 8-0 degrees!"
"Flank speed!"
"Aye, sir!"
"Give the order to open up on the first target they see."
"Aye, sir! All gunners, prepare to fire!"

Inside the control room of the foreward Ak-130 turret......

"Target sighted.....stationary....."
"Ship speed?"
"31 knots.....compensators on.....ready to fire!"
"Clear turret!"
"FIRE!"

The destroyer's two dual 130mm cannon turrets open up on a concentration of SOAT bots. The rest of the ships also open up on various SOAT positions, racing along the coast at 30 knots or more, around 16km out from the beach.

At the line between the Dukratus/LRR forces and the SOATs, the last two T-90IIs continue to hold off the SOAT advance. However, one is heavily damaged, and on its last five 140mm rounds. The other has had its two machine guns shot away, and its treads lie in the mud beside the hull. However, not 100km away, the lead elements of the 2nd armored brigade approach the combat area, driving at full speed. Mobile AA batteries engage any attacking helicopters as the tanks drive up towards the line. Back at the landing beach, the 3rd and 4th armored brigades, as well as the 2nd, 3rd, and 4th infantry brigades land and proceed inland.

http://military.china.com/zh_cn/blade/rd/cv90/01.jpg

LRR armored vehicles beside a road, watching for SOAT bots. Seen is a pair of CV-90s of the 1st mechanized infantry brigade.

Far South along the Dyellian Coast the first Dyellian fleet to put forth since the Tzar edged it's way out of Jesuitlem. It was soon doing 20 knotts, heading due West towards Alcona and Hubris.
Unlike previous fleets which had numbered in their thousands this one had a complement of merely 18, with 10 sub-surface craft

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Reichschancellor Wilhelm Kübler Einheit, III had just officially declared full military action against Dozle and given his address to the people of North Germania. He urged the people to take up arms and prepare for war. Every citizen was instructed to arm themselves immediately and brace themselves down.

He marched towards the military briefing room, and entered with a stern look. He spoke with his top generals and Feldmarshal First Class Rudolf Küll, who was second in command to only the Reichschancellor himself.

Einheit: Rudolf, let's discuss action, shall we?

Küll: Herr Reichschancellor, it is my opinion that the conventional methods we have used in the past be set on hold for the time being. Gathered intelligence tells us Dozle is invading with a purely mechanical force. They are apparently quite agile bots, also.

If I may, Herr Einheit, I suggest full use of the Executioner force. And immediately

Command General First Class Reiss: I agree, Herr Reichschancellor. A large ground force of Executioners armed with stingers and chainguns would undoubtedly slow their advances. Along with our allies in The Federated Klatchian Coast, our defense should hold.

Einheit: Very well. Prepare Executioner Divisions 4 and 7 immediately. For every 15 Executioners, I want a tank. For every 5 Executioners, I want an Ammo Droid.

Mobilize Leopard 3 Heavy Tanks only. I'm not risking any light armor. I want 2 Shorad anti-aircraft trucks for every 10 tanks.

I want that done now. Oh, and Rudolf, I want you on the battlefield personally. Ready all ICBM's, Küll.

The officers saluted and marched out of the room.

In a message to Remmonlands...
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BEGIN MESSAGE

To: Remmonlands High Command; Vrak High Command
From: Reichswehr Armed Korps
Subject: Invasion

4,000 Executioners readied. 300 tanks readied. Entire Armed Korps on stand-by. Request permission to enter Remmonlands with the intent of defense.

END MESSAGE
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OOC: By the way, The Executioners are armed biomechanical robots that look like the machines from Terminator. They're practically invulnerable to most everything except missiles and very very large shells. Didn't take future tech into account, cause I'm not future tech. I had details on them somewhere...

-- Double post --

Blue Submarine 45 dives back to the depths of security. In his cramped quarters, Commander Decarga looks over the communiques. His eyes go wide, and then he calls up the information from the sensor beacons the Blue Fleet keeps in key parts of Earth's ocean. If there was any doubt in the orders it is quickly dispelled. He summons his second, Lieutenant Commander Narmer.
"Yes, Captain?"
"Narmer, I want this ship at full red alert immediately. And have the helm set this coordinates, 2/3s impellers."
"If I may, Captain?"
"Go ahead."
"Why?"
"The Empire has decided to deal with this problem personally, Narmer. Lord Adonis will be arriving shortly."
Narmer stands, as if shocked, "I will have us underway as soon as possible, Captain."
"Good," says Decarga.

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On the horizon, a fleet of ships is silhouetted by the sun on the horizon. It is perhaps one of the larget fleets His Majesty's Great Blue Fleet has every assembled, certainly beating those assembled in recent memory.
At the heart of the formation sit three massive Megladon class carriers, the Bartholomew, the Dominion, and the Constance. They are closely followed by 3 Quartus class escort carriers. Six Dauntless class battleships complete the core of the fleet.
The rest of the formation is completed by 12 Vicktor class long-range missile cruisers, 12 Aegis class secondary missile cruisers, 18 Trudor class frigates, and finally 24 Lederson class destroyers.
Despite that it is what hangs over the fleet that is truly impressive. A horde of transports carry the "Emperor's First and Only" 4th Corps, the largest unit left on Earth.
On the bridge of the Bartholomew, Lord Marshal Reynard Adonis, Marshal of all the forces of the Sol System Protectorate Zone, watches the fleet steam toward the FKC Peninsula. Admiral Michael Perry stands at his side, along with Major General Kristof.
"The action over the Peninsula is intensifying, My Lord," says Kristof.
"Where is the best position for a counterattack?"
"The nation called the Lords of War, My Lord. They are perfectly situated to launch a counterattack against Dozle's offensive."
"I will contact them. It is time that we controlled the situation, and His Majesty wants Dozle contained. Prepare the troops, General Kristof. Admiral Perry I trust you have made contact with Blue 45?"
"Yes, My Lord, they await us at the rendezvous. So far Dozle expects nothing."
"Perfect," the old Sardaukar marshal mummers.

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Encryption Level: Scarlet
To: the Nations of the FKC, especiall Vrak and the Lords of War
From: Lord Reynard Adonis, Commander of the United Star Empire of Valinon's Sol System Protectorate Zone
Subject: Assistance Against Dozle Invasion

Gentlemen,

My time is short, as is your own. The problem you now face, namely Dozle, originates from the Alpha Centauri system, the home star of the Valinor and others. His Majesty Emperor Rowald Alderman I has dispatched myself and the 4th Corps to assist you in repelling his invasion.
If at all possible I wish to debark my troops in the Lords of War's sovereign territory. The offer the best position from which to launch a counterattack from.
Please respond as soon as possible.

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OOC: Useful Numbers
Great Blue Fleet
3 Megladon class super carriers
3 Quartus class escort carriers
6 Dauntless class battleships
12 Viktor class long-range missile cruisers
12 Aegis class second missile cruisers
18 Trudor class frigates
24 Lederson class destroyers
9 Atlantian class submarines

His Majesty's 4th Sardaukar Corps: "The Emperor's First and Only"
Type: Artisian Corps
Men: 48,508 troops from 71,615 men
Assault Vehicles, Light Tanks, and Artillery Pieces: 52,285
Tanks: 795 Leman Russ Battle Tanks

To: Valinon - Lord Reynard Adonis; Lunatic Retard Robots; et. al.
From: The FKC President's office - FKC Secretary
Subject: War strategy

We thank you all for your assistance. We suggest that you liason directly with the Privy Council: Alcona and Hubris, Dukratus, Dyelli Beybi, and Jiggady for war strategy. We also suggest that exchange of IFF codes be done immediately in order to minimize friendly fire.

*As various requests to enter and help out came in, and were granted within moments, the president was talking to a group of scientists (just so you know, for some odd reason, the Remmonlands tactical command center is always packed with scientists.)*

president: "We need something to get rid of some of those spaceships, and we need it now."

Random scientist: "We should have gotten proper ground-based orbital defenses like i always said."

other scientist: "Ofcourse, we could set a plasma battery and a fusion reactor into an ICBM, fire the plasma battery when the ICBM reaches its peak to send it towards the enemy forces, then use the reactor as a bomb, in fact, it would only take a few hours to modify a missile and we could have modified all missiles in the nation within a matter of hours."

President: "A good plan, without a lot of discussion, perfect, go and get it done, now, i want to launch those missiles within 2 hours."

*various scientists leave, several mumbling about how stupid this plan was, but they all set out to modify the old ICBMs that were kept in storage all over the Remmonlands*

*1 hour and 58 minutes later*

President: "They're really taking their time aren't they, they'll never complete this in time."

*1 hour, 59 minutes and 50 seconds after starting*

*Various scientists rush into the room, dragging 2 security gaurds along, and quickly deposit a black suitcase*

President, looks at his watch first: "Just in time, let's get to launching this, you guys, get every missile a target, you have 30 seconds."

Targetting officers: "err, aye sir."

*The president quickly opens the suitcase and checks the missile launch codes, then begins inputting them as the various targetting officers report their readiness, 30 seconds later the general in charge of orbital defense is about to explode from joy as he's going to get his space back*

General: "we have 255 ICBMs loaded and ready to go sir, please, do press the launch button."

*The president presses the button, 10 seconds later 255 ICBMs light the skies as they proceed into orbit, they reach orbit in a mere 30 seconds, their tiny electromagnetic signature to small for any normal sensors to detect and their massive IR signature making it clear these are ICBMs and thus not a risk to spaceships, that is, untill the ICBMs seperate their warhead load and each warhead load quickly ejects several kilogrammes of highly energetic plasma, sending them off towards their respective orbital targets, 1 ICBM targetted at every major ship bar the flagship, which was deemed indestructable, the president looked at the orbital view, showing clearly the paths of all the enemy ships and their now almost completely invisible projectiles*

President: "Revenge, sweet sweet revenge !"

ooc/ all Remmonlands space objects where minorly mashed in Dozles counter-attack to my fusion cannon, the ground forces are being beaten back into their bases and several small military camps have already gone out, the War command center lies deep underground and is currently in lockdown /ooc

The Gravship looked like a massive creation of armor just floating over the land. However even the multiple layers of ablative and reflective armor couldn't stop the force generated by such a kazikami strike. The blast ripped into the forward hull sending terrans do their firy doom. Both of the forward gravarrays went down as did the forward fuel tanks and the fusion reactor, held in it's massive barbett of armor lost containment expelling the reaction into the coolant mass and adding superheated steam to the missery of the survivors. The gravship slid forward, it's burning smoking bow plowing into the ground below.

The enemy torpedos hit the facility and exploded but inital damage was hard to estimate outside of LOW. Although deep under the surface a major crisis began as coolant lines died and control systems when haywire due to the extensive surface damage.

Half of the Bertha class and all of the Logoth class fighters above L.O.W turned north and started to form large V's. They crossed the mountains like a massive wave heading north and not stopping. Enemy craft in the way were shot at, but not engaged in any duals. The Logoth's used their massive ion cannons to blast at any concentration of Stoats, and then blasted long lines into the hovercraft as they crossed the shoreline.

EDIT: Double Post

EAT ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OCC: I know I should wate for dozle, but I must post!!!!!

IC:

The LRR fleet quickly sights the Valinon ships on the horizon, a welcome sight, especially to the crews of the several LRR ships that have thick black smoke pouring out of them. A-40s make runs back and fourth from the LRR fleet to the mainland, bringing the crews of sinking ships to safety. However, losses are not as bad as they might have been, mostly due to the Vosper II corvettes and their downing of most incoming weaponry. The two Kirov battlecruisers and the Harriet Beecher Stowe make up the most visible part of the fleet, the two Kirovs spitting ASMs from their many vertical launch cells, while still maintaining a good 30 knots and manouvering with the rest of the fleet. The Kirovs and Kuznetzov carrier are surrounded by a cloud of frigates and destroyers. Udaloy and Sovremmeny destroyers, accompanied by Krivak frigates and Albatross ASW corvettes. In the distance, the much larger (and arguably more powerful) LRR missile boat fleet engages Dozle from closer quarters. The Bora and Skjold missile boats, the fastest and hardest-hitting in the LRRN, dart to and fro, firing off SS-N-22 ASMs at the Dozle hovercrafts. A steady stream of LRR missile boats heads to and back from the ammunition ships a ways back, replenishing their missile stores.

"Valinon fleet, this is the LRRN.....no kidding, the entire surface and most of the sub-surface fleet is out on this one....we could use your help with those dozle hovercrafts. We've lost two Krivaks and a Udaloy to them already, and our air cover is having a hard time with them."

Meanwhile, advance units of the 3rd armored brigade begin to encounter SOATs. As the great columns of T-90s and other vehicles advance down the road, they encounter light but annoying SOAT intervention as they rush to reinforce the Dukratus line.

Inside the lead T-90II, 7th platoon, 4th armored batallion, 3rd armored brigade

"SOATs, in the woods on the left!"
KABOOM
"They got six!"
KABOOM
"Got 'em!"
"Ok, keep up the pace. All units, watch out for SOATs on the sides of the road."

The columns of tanks continue to race along, drawing ever nearer to the front line. Soon, the lead elements meet rear-gaurd M-113Gs, mounting 155mm turrets with which they bombard any SOAT concentrations that come within range.

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LRR tanks advancing to the fortified Dukratus line.

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An LRR T-62, modified to be mostly a self-propelled howitzer, providing fire support to the Dukratus line.

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LRR troops cleaning a cannon in preperation for a fire support mission against the SOATs.

OCC: Dozle, don't forget about the F-104s and the kamakazie destroyers.

OOC: Let's wait for Dozle to answer.

**In Space**

The LRR destroyers closed in on the Flagship, just as the Adamite fleet folds in, weapons already crackling preparing to fire. The destoryers close to 500 meters before the weapons batteries open fire, sheer ammount drowing the craft in an ocean of laser and railgun slugs, while lances added near light speed fusion bombs to the barrage, quickly burning the ships to skeletal hulks. The bombs exlode shortly after, the wall of ships being drowned in a massive flash of light, plasma, and heat. When the interference had died down, the Adamite fleet remained standing, though on board a differnet story was unfolding.

my lord, Shield deck three is aflame, the entire generator system is down, and likly will not be repairable untill we are able to make dock.

"meaning that shield three is off line for good. . . status of the other shields?"

Shields four through seven are online, and the generators for each are online, shield two and one are both at 50% repairs and will be online within an hour.

"acceptable, how are our groundforces fairing?"

casualities are running at 5% but slowly rising, our medic bots are streched to the limit currently, and we despreatly need to scuttle the ships incoming, as well as provide more effective aircover.

"I know what we need to do!" Dozle bellowed, his voice filling the flagship's bridge "Status of the drop pods that have landed in Remmonland?"

The infiltrators are prepared to launch the second strike, your orders?

"commence second front. . . send in a spearhead to break that line, we must push through."

orders relayed my lord

Dozle searched outward with his mind, sencing a new power rising. . . "executioners. . . yes. . . Grandfather. . ."

my lord?

A dark grin crossed his face, as his voice changed, becoming deeper, gravely, almost electronic. . .

"prepare the shells. . . we ahve more minions to welcome to our fold with these. .. Executioners. . . will make excelent shock troops."

At once my lord, your bodies are prepared, and your blades have been matrixed to transmit the ADAM virus to any robot they touch. . .. are you sure GAH!!

the shipboard AI screamed with pain, as Dozle's eye's flared, Adam making his presence felt within the computer's neural network.

"you will not question me again, grandfather. . . I will soon have the entire world under my sway, begining with this pitiful region. . . I will not allow them to defile the seat of the Mizunian Empire. . . nor will I let them stand in the way of my new empire. . ."

A flurry of activity followed, as the ships prepared more drop pods. . . one of the newcomers targeting and shooting the Dyelli Beybi satalite as if it were nothing more than an annoyance.

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The Sword of Mizuna noted the bursts as the Remmonlands ICBM's fired off into space, though its ancient sensors could not detect the relativly small warheads traveling towards it. The initial collision registered as spacejunk, though the ensuing blast send the frigate kereening out of control.

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Thrusters offline
severe damage to dorsal batteries
port batteries offline
severe damage to starboard batteries
superstructure integrety at 15% and falling
structural collapse iminate
. . .
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The outer hull collapsed in on itself just as the ship hit the outer-atmosphere, followed by thirty of its breathren. The half kilometer long craft blazed to life as they fell, creating a deathshower, streaking towards the FKC region. They shook apart as they fell, turning 30 potential doomsday strikes into a much larger, much more numerous, but much less devistating rain over the entire region. 10 Light cruisers fell as well, though they were intact enough to control the fall to a landing, abeit a rough one, deep into Lord of War territory. The behemoth craft plowed into the terain, SOATs being sent flying as t

all told, 50 ships were disabled, 30 destroyed, and anouther 10 with damage enough to lower thier combat efficentcy, though most casulites came from the escorts, 10 light cruisers had been forced down, and a duo of carriers had suffered extencive damage, the docking bays of one welded shut, though it mattered not, the plasma fire had seared through the insides, turning the craft within to slag.

The rest of the frigates followed the path of thier fallen commrades, a controled accent this time. Their wepons batteries charged, they dropped towards the beachhead, prepared to swat all enemy aircraft from the skys.



**on the ground**

The SOAT's press onward, concentrating at the LRR second battalion. For a moment, the swarm seems to fall backwards, but only for a moment, as an attack comes from the rear, one of the SOAT drop pod groups breaching the foilage to unleash a barrage of fire on the troops from behind. Fire coming from all sides now, the SOAT's push onward, seeking to casue the first breach. A tank turns its twin barrels, and fires a double volley, the high explosive, tungstun tipped shells streaking towards an LRR tank's side profile. More of its fellow Appocolypse heavy tanks crested the hill, firing with both twinlinked main cannons, and turning plasma flame throwers onto machinegun nests. The pushed at the weak spot in the line, quickly rolling towards it though the fire. Further on the killing fields, the SOAT's look up as the Vrakian, LRR, and LOW aircraft begin thier straifing runs. Silently they clamp into the ground, and raise thier backs to the air, filling the sky with both coilgun spikes and lascannon bursts, filling the air with a literal wave of flack.

**At Sea**

The SOATs by now were warry of the signs of torpedoes, abandoned ship as soon as they noted incoming, leaving the hovercraft to disentergrate alone under the withering salvo. Underwatter, the SOAT's swiftly dive towards the subs, switching thier las cannons to cutting power, preparing to cut the subs apart in retribution.

The Dyelli Beybian satelite ignited the moment it was hit, disintegrating into a firy ball, as the propellant tanks ignited, at the same time sending 100 similar shaped, but much smaller balls randomly shooting off in every direction from the ship. Each modified naval mine carried 5 Tonnes of high explosives. They had absolutely no guidance systems on them at all, and many burned up upon re-entry into the atmosphere. However the numbers meant that some of them were bound to hit something...

(OOC: They're just as likely to hit friendly things btw)

OCC: Fortunately, most of the reinforcements have taken up positions further back, with L.O.W. border defenses. So dozle won't be a' gettin much.

IC:

The (I'll assume you mean elements of the 3rd Armored Brigade. The 1st Naval Inantry is at the wall, and the 2nd, 3rd, and 4th naval infantry batallions are en route to reinforce them) 3rd armored is torn apart by the sudden assault, but the M113 crews abandon their vehicles before they can be destroyed, firing on the SOATs with their plasma SMGs and RPGs.

Meanwhile, about 25km back, Lt. Thaddeus Wizowski watches the attack unfold from the edge of a cliff. About 2km behind him waits the artillery troop of the 4th Armored Brigade.

"Looks like we can't miss. The SOATs are all over. Ok, aim along the road, and we'll try to clear an avenue for the naval infantrymen."

Below him, in the opening between the two tall cliffs, he can see the fast hovertanks of the naval infantrymen speeding out of the mountains and onto the assault. At the foot, and at many positions within the mountains, the LRR force has taken up defensive fortifications. ATGMs and artillery prepare to stop the SOAT advance from going any further. And behind them, 4 LRR armored brigades advance through the mountains. T-90IIs can already be seen taking up positions in the woods with his hi-power binoculars, their thermal-dissipating camoflauge helping them hide from SOAT detection. Soon, a formidable LRR line is established.

"All guns loaded and ready to fire, sir."
"Fire!"

The 155mm cannons shell the SOAT infiltrators. Over the top of the artillery section, a group of 5 S-2Xs cross the mountains and then drop to low level. They speed over the SOATs, and release their payloads of napalm and fuel-air explosive, before one by one they are brought down by the SOAT flak. The flak also claims a pair of Jaguars and several A-4Xs, causing air attacks to be redirected on less defended portions of the Dozle line.

Meanwhile, the LRR fleet quickly picks up the descent of the Dozle frigates. Back on the mainland, a section (12) of torpedo frigates takes off to engage the dozle ships. A good 50 interceptors accompany them, as they prepare to fire their first shots in defense of earth.

The Sovremmenys and Slavas that were shelling the beachhead turn their attention to the incoming ships. They let loose a torrent of SA-18 missiles against the frigates. Soon, a much larger wave of missiles is fired at the frigates from the LRR main fleet, the Kirovs firing off their SA-20 advanced anti-space missiles. The missile boats mainly concern themselves with getting out of the way of such firepower, and use their speed and manoverability to pick safer and softer targets.

Back on the front, the lead elements of the 2nd Naval infantry follow close behind the creeping barrage fired by the artillery corps in the mountains. They are, in terms of combat experience, LRR's best troops, the only full futuretech ground forces used by LRR. Close behind the light hovertanks, LRR anti-tank squads set up SBSW-3s and anti-tank missiles in preperation for the SOAT assaults.

The lead tanks of the 2nd NI continue to speed along, encountering several T-90IIs which had pulled off the road and into cover before firing on the SOATs, their 155mm HE/AP cannons sticking out of their makeshift defense stations.

In the lead assault hovertank, Duke Roberto sits in the passenger's seat, map in hand. The gunner stands in back, firing his plasma MG at any SOATs he can see.

"Keep going! A firey death is better than being sliced up by those demon bots. If we keep up the pace, we'll be able to get through!"
"Sir, incoming from Duke Lenni."
"My honorable friend Duke Lenni, what might you want?"
"Its important that you keep as close to the barrage as possible. The Dozle tanks will make milksmeat of your hovers. Watch out for wrecks in the road, and try to pick up any survivors."
"Understood. We're currently 15 minutes away from the furthest advance line of the 1st Armored."
"Sir, Lieutenant Harrison reports losses!"
"Tell Harrison to watch out for dozle tanks. If he doesn't know what it is, shoot at it!"
"Yes, sir!"

The LRR naval infantrymen continue on to the fortified line, through the wreckage of the 3rd armored batallion. Back at the LRR fallback line, troops continue to pour in from the landing beach. At the LRR line are the surviving troops of the 1st Armored Brigade, 2nd ARB, 3rd ARB, 4th ARB, as well as the 2nd Mech. Inf. (1st was mostly destroyed. Survivors are distributed amongst the foreward anti-tank outposts and T-90IIs hidden in the woods), 3rd Mech. Inf., 4th Mech Inf., 5th Mech Inf., and the 6th Mech. Inf is beginning to arrive.

OCC: Fortunately, most of the reinforcements have taken up positions further back, with L.O.W. border defenses. So dozle won't be a' gettin much.

IC:

The (I'll assume you mean elements of the 3rd Armored Brigade. The 1st Naval Inantry is at the wall, and the 2nd, 3rd, and 4th naval infantry batallions are en route to reinforce them) 3rd armored is torn apart by the sudden assault, but the M113 crews abandon their vehicles before they can be destroyed, firing on the SOATs with their plasma SMGs and RPGs.

Meanwhile, about 25km back, Lt. Thaddeus Wizowski watches the attack unfold from the edge of a cliff. About 2km behind him waits the artillery troop of the 4th Armored Brigade.

"Looks like we can't miss. The SOATs are all over. Ok, aim along the road, and we'll try to clear an avenue for the naval infantrymen."

Below him, in the opening between the two tall cliffs, he can see the fast hovertanks of the naval infantrymen speeding out of the mountains and onto the assault. At the foot, and at many positions within the mountains, the LRR force has taken up defensive fortifications. ATGMs and artillery prepare to stop the SOAT advance from going any further. And behind them, 4 LRR armored brigades advance through the mountains. T-90IIs can already be seen taking up positions in the woods with his hi-power binoculars, their thermal-dissipating camoflauge helping them hide from SOAT detection. Soon, a formidable LRR line is established.

"All guns loaded and ready to fire, sir."
"Fire!"

The 155mm cannons shell the SOAT infiltrators. Over the top of the artillery section, a group of 5 S-2Xs cross the mountains and then drop to low level. They speed over the SOATs, and release their payloads of napalm and fuel-air explosive, before one by one they are brought down by the SOAT flak. The flak also claims a pair of Jaguars and several A-4Xs, causing air attacks to be redirected on less defended portions of the Dozle line.

Meanwhile, the LRR fleet quickly picks up the descent of the Dozle frigates. Back on the mainland, a section (12) of torpedo frigates takes off to engage the dozle ships. A good 50 interceptors accompany them, as they prepare to fire their first shots in defense of earth.

The Sovremmenys and Slavas that were shelling the beachhead turn their attention to the incoming ships. They let loose a torrent of SA-18 missiles against the frigates. Soon, a much larger wave of missiles is fired at the frigates from the LRR main fleet, the Kirovs firing off their SA-20 advanced anti-space missiles. The missile boats mainly concern themselves with getting out of the way of such firepower, and use their speed and manoverability to pick safer and softer targets.

Back on the front, the lead elements of the 2nd Naval infantry follow close behind the creeping barrage fired by the artillery corps in the mountains. They are, in terms of combat experience, LRR's best troops, the only full futuretech ground forces used by LRR. Close behind the light hovertanks, LRR anti-tank squads set up SBSW-3s and anti-tank missiles in preperation for the SOAT assaults.

The lead tanks of the 2nd NI continue to speed along, encountering several T-90IIs which had pulled off the road and into cover before firing on the SOATs, their 155mm HE/AP cannons sticking out of their makeshift defense stations.

In the lead assault hovertank, Duke Roberto sits in the passenger's seat, map in hand. The gunner stands in back, firing his plasma MG at any SOATs he can see.

"Keep going! A firey death is better than being sliced up by those demon bots. If we keep up the pace, we'll be able to get through!"
"Sir, incoming from Duke Lenni."
"My honorable friend Duke Lenni, what might you want?"
"Its important that you keep as close to the barrage as possible. The Dozle tanks will make milksmeat of your hovers. Watch out for wrecks in the road, and try to pick up any survivors."
"Understood. We're currently 15 minutes away from the furthest advance line of the 1st Armored."
"Sir, Lieutenant Harrison reports losses!"
"Tell Harrison to watch out for dozle tanks. If he doesn't know what it is, shoot at it!"
"Yes, sir!"

The LRR naval infantrymen continue on to the fortified line, through the wreckage of the 3rd armored batallion. Back at the LRR fallback line, troops continue to pour in from the landing beach. At the LRR line are the surviving troops of the 1st Armored Brigade, 2nd ARB, 3rd ARB, 4th ARB, as well as the 2nd Mech. Inf. (1st was mostly destroyed. Survivors are distributed amongst the foreward anti-tank outposts and T-90IIs hidden in the woods), 3rd Mech. Inf., 4th Mech Inf., 5th Mech Inf., and the 6th Mech. Inf is beginning to arrive.

Eight squadrons of Longshard interceptors, straight from the aerospace ports of Valinor treaty ports rush in to assist the LRR naval vessels. They move rapidly to engage surviving Dozle hover ships, using their own speed and armor advantages as fighters meant for space combat. Their attack is closely followed by a continous storm of 39-42 long-range interception missiles ever two minutes from the Aegis secondary missile cruisers. Meanwhile the fleet's formation begins to unlimber, and the Megladons begin to send out their Needle modular aerospace fighters.
Adonis listens to the reports streaming in.
"We cannot wait any longer. Kristof, begin moving to our land points on the Lords of War's border with Vrak. Integrate yourself with the regional command until we get there. If we continue to wait, Dozle will use the time to solidfy his own positions. Establish primary forces at Point 37, 19, and 82."
"Yes, My Lord."
"Admiral Perry?"
"My Lord?"
"Take the fleet in closer. I want continous bombardment of the Dozle strongholds as soon as possible from the battleships and the missile cruisers."
"Yes, My Lord. But what of the machine fleet in orbit?"
"It will soon face another problem, Admiral. We will be the least of their worries," Adonis turns to Kristof. "Once your forces have landed, General, I will assume command on the frontlines. It is time that this 'god' was driven back into whatever pit that spawned him."
The major general salutes then leaves. Adonis turns back to watch the engagement. The transports begin to move toward the Lords of War, under the heavy escort of Longshards and Needlers.
Adonis looks at the disposition of his forces again. Soon he will test the Valinor's newest weapon on the field to battle. He hopes it is what the researchers have made it out to be.

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Valinor Needle modular aerospace fighter, interceptor configuration

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In orbit over Earth, six massive jump space exit points rip through space. From them emerges the core fleet of the Sol System Task Force.
On the bridge of the HMS Fearless, a massive Ares class dreadnought, Admiral of the Green Damien Valmont watches as the ships answer in as cleared.
He allows his eyes to sweep across the flag bridge. He knows what he has been ordered to do, and what orders came to Lord Adonis himself. The Imperial High Command, at the personal command of Emperor Rowald himself authorized the uses of any and all means necessary to bring the space fleets of the machines to a heel above Earth. And Adonis emptied ever weapons cache between Earth and Pluto based on that directive.
The ships of Valmont's command have their weapons' bays filled with enough nuclear missiles, x-ray missiles, skipper missiles, and EMP missiles to reduce a whole armada to dust and that is what they intend to do.
"Signal all ships," he says to one of the tactical officers, "they are to engage as planned. Carriers are to deploy all fighter squadrons at once, and I want the Mobile DOS network online immediately."
The fleet has barely exited jumpspace before they launch their first attack. From the fleet comes a swath of 976 missiles, each carries a deadly 150 megaton nuclear warhead, the second most destructive missile created by the Star Armada. 230 missiles travel with them, ECM missiles blaring noise and destractions at whatever may try and counteract the death blow sailing toward Dozle's armada.
Valmont watches as his fleet rapidly forms up into a Valinor wall of battle. He waits for only a handful of heartbeats, even as the nuclear missiles begin their final run corrections.
"All ships open fire with energy batteries. Have the fighter squadrons engage!"
The wall of battle erupts in a stream of light, as the Fearless, battlecruisers, battleships, heavy cruisers, light cruisers, and destroyers open with a renewed swath of destruction. Twenty-four squadrons of fighters fly in toward Dozle's fleets, Longshards, Javelins, and Goliaths, all loaded with as much weaponry as they can carry.

OOC: Numbers....
1 dreadnought: Fearless
12 battlecruisers
15 battleships
4 carriers
20 heavy cruisers
25 light cruisers
28 destroyers
66 gunships

Will think up more ship names later...tired...

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In jump space, 12 strange ships hang.
What is the status of Valmont's fleet?
Engaging, Kommandant
Reconfigure the probes, maximum coverage. Dozle will call others soon enough. And signal 1112-A that it is to complete deployment of the Array as soon as possible
Yes, Kommandant

The North sea, near the Remmonlands coast

Somehow, 5 out of the 8 transport helicopters from the carriers managed to reach the Remmonland's capitol to reinforce the Dukratus/LRR forces. Still, about 3 or so were downed from various SOAT and friendly fire. Luckily, they managed to make it before the Dozle frigates arrived to secure the beachhead from aircraft. The 16 in the second wave split into two groups, attempting to go around the flying frigates. The Destiny's Fist now unleashed their surface to surface missiles at the Dozle positions on the coast.

The battleships and Kirov cruisers, in view of this new threat, launched their AA missiles at the larger, and hopefully slower Dozle frigates, relying on their other AA systems, destroyers, and frigates to provide an adequate screen. Running at flank speed, the ships now attempted to drive a wedge through the hovercraft for the amphibous landing ships - aiming to run over any nearby hovercraft while the helicopters hunted nearby SOATs with the battleship VNF Cry of Abandonment leading the charge. The SOATs that abandoned the the hovercrafts were presumed to have sunk since it was not believed they were capable of underwater travel.

Needless to say, the VNF Women Sobber found a watery grave, a series of explosions rippling along the port side served to drive the proverbial nail in the coffin. Few if any sailors were rescured by the helicopters. A destroyer was tasked to that location to render assistance. The two cruisers that was part of that group was rendered mostly inoperable and steamed to the rear of the task force to carry out repairs. An ammunition ship were busy trying to restock the Destiny's Fist group - the two remaining destroyers. The frigate was overwhelmed by Firestorm missles.[OOC: My mistake. Should be two cruisers not one. Anyhow, they both are rendered inoperable.]

The 28 aircraft that were initially blinded by the Dozle interceptor plasma trails were essentially sitting ducks for the second interceptor wave. Speed kills in aerial combat, and while this information was fed to the High Command for analysis, it brought little relief to the front line. The remaining aircraft were then ordered to defend the best they could but to concentrate on the larger Dozle flying ships. This new development was frantically relayed to the other FKC nations and allies.

The submarines continued to fire their torpedoes and anti-ship missiles at the hovercraft. Suddenly, the lead submarine, the VNF Evader noticed some strange behaviour...

"Captain! Incoming torpedoes! Multiple signals!"
"Evade helmsman. Launch countermeasures."

The decoys were launched. Silently they waited.

[OOC: Let me know how you want this aspect to play out. No problem in losing the subs but it might be possible for one Vrak crew to make a connection - especially if a SOAT actually boards a sub. Also, there is a remote chance that a helicopter might spot the SOATs underwater - if they aren't deep enough. Then again, they will most likely think the hovercraft launched torpedoes.]

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In Remmonlands, south from the Vrakian border

The unanticipated SOAT flack trick caused the nearby commanders to wring their hands in frustration. Luckily, not all the ground support aircraft were in one wave and some of the craft in the third wave were able to launch their air to surface missiles before escaping with minor damage. The tanks now began to pound the SOATs, hopefully rendering them into scrap in what seemed like a vulnerable position. Behind, the rocket artillery fired into deep Dozle positions. Some of the artillery joined the fray but others were being packed up, ready to move into new forward positions. The troops aboard the various BMPs were unloaded and set up heavy machine gun and anti-tank positions to closely guard the tanks from the SOATs.

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All over Vrak

The falling debris was tracked by the Military High Command. Two fragments fell out int the North Sea while one fell near a major population center along the east coast. Needless to say, a nearby military infantry company drove out to investigate. Other remnants fell in more remote areas, such as on the tops of mountains and were duly noted on maps but left for investigation at a later date. As luck would have it, one piece hit above an important rail link causing a major rockslide that wiped out a transport train. Some railcars were lost along with their cargo (tanks and other heavy equipment). The nearest available clean-up cars were tasked to rectify the situation but this strained the logistical efforts even further. However, some troop cars managed to stay on the rails and those soldiers not injured began to set up a perimeter while one company was given the honour to search out the cause of the disaster. The ever present workhorse, the Kravoli bumblebee transport plane, could be seen darting about as per its namesake.

Near the Vrak/LOW corner

The ten Titan guns roared to life, firing their 300 mm HE shells far (at least 100km) into Remmonlands. Although not exactly accurate and with the potential to cause friendly fire, they should hopefully cause some damage against deep SOAT positions. [OOC: 300mm shell, 50 meter barrel length, 167 calibers. Go ahead and laugh any artillery or navy people.]

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Somewhere in Vrak...

Translated from Vrakian.

-High Admiral. The lastest from the sea front.

[a pause. Then...]

-And our other fleet assets? Have they reached near Dukratus?
-The Boarhunter has finished refueling at the local Alconian yard and should reach the Sea of Dukratus soon. The Kravoli patrol craft will meet up with them in the Walrus sea.
-Good. I see "Bear" is attempting a push along with the allies.

[A third voice interrupted.]

-He may not make it.
-Perhaps, but they can always retreat to the nearest island. Strangely, the Dozle didn't attempt to seize that area. What of the King's Own, High General?
-They are ready to go. The new toys from an old friend for them should be useful. The transport dirigibles should help alleviate any logistical concerns. Our forces in Axe and Dyelli Beybi are on their way back. High Air Force Marshal?
-The interceptors are quite a concern. New tactics are being developed as we speak.
-Good.

[A collective sigh. One walrus poured himself a stiff drink.]

Duke Lenni stands in his command post, nestled in among the mountainous landscape, behind the main LRR line, but not too far behind. A troop of CV-90IIs is in position in front of him, their missile systems jutting out above their camoflauge shelters. The infantrymen of the Mech. Inf. brigades quickly dig trenches and shelters into the hillside. The LRR line consists of a string of hills, on one side gaurded by high mountains, and extending to within view of the city through binoculars. Roads or rivers usually run through the troughs between the hills, and they are gaurded by all sorts of LRR equipment. About 20km back sits the LRR artillery corps, and another 50km back the rocket artillery is in position.

Duke Lenni stands in front of the portable holographic display in his open-air CP, and watches the battle area. Colonel-General Andrei Bondarenko stands by his side, as well as Lieutenant-Generals David Jenkins and Mark Liberman, and a group of other commanders.

"Sir, Vrak has gotten five helicopters in to reinforce the naval infantrymen inside the city. Captain Jones reports to be barely holding out."
"What is the status of the recon units?"
"Losses are stable at 15%, but they are doing an excellent job keeping tabs on the Dozle forces."
"Sir, Fox Alpha reports a concentration of SOATs by this depression here. The rest of Fox platoon reports scattered SOATs in position all along the front of our line."
"Have any tried to break the defenses?"
"The 3rd armored reports sporadic attacks along its front, and they are gaurding the main road. Foreward units report to be holding on well. The NI brigades report that their advance has been successful so far. They have reached about 20 kilometers ahead of the furthest T-90s of the 3rd Armored brigade, the ones that survived, anyway."
"Sir, the foreward outposts report heavy losses, and are attempting to find more defensible positions."
"We can have dropships in in five minutes to pick them up."
"Tell them to ready for evacuation. How's the line?"
"Holding, but nothing big's been sent at them yet."
"They're good troops. The 5th, 6th, and 7th armored and the 5th, 6th, 7th, and 8th mechanized are in reserve, right?"
"They can be landed either by sea or air in one hour from the order, sir."
"Good. But with those frigates in the area, we'd be lucky to get anything into the capitol. What is the fleet up to?"
"They're doing their best to knock out those frigates."
"Have the 5th and 6th armored and mechanized ready for sea landing, and get the rest on dropships."
"Yes, sir."
"Incoming from Colonel Andrevich!"
"Put him on."
"Sir, this is Colonel Andrevich of Fox Platoon. We have scouted the front for about 15 kilometers and we think we've found most of what there is to see, unless we try to get in among the SOATs, which isn't a very good idea by our standards. We've already lost three jeeps."
"Head back in, Colonel."
"Yes, sir."

Meanwhile, Captain Jones sits in a dusty, dimly-lit room in the capitol. He and the 1st NI have retreated into the city, and are barely holding out against the SOAT onslaught. The NI troopers occupy a single city block, but they are slowly but steadliy loosing building after building.

"Transmission from Lieutenant Leopold, in the far tower."
"Put him on!"
"Sir, we can't hold out much longer up here. If we hurry we can get back to Major Manson's position."
"Go, and be quick about it!"
"Yes, sir!"

The five Helixs landed behind the Dukratian/LLR line, being careful to avoid the interceptors. While the rotors whirred, a dark haired soldier jumped out. A quick hand signal and the rest of the soldiers disembarked and set up a hasty perimeter - crouching with machine guns ready. The first soldier approached the nearest Dukratian and, after a respectful salute, shouted,

"I'm Lieutenant Griov of the 21st Marine Company! Looks like our captain didn't make it! We're here to lend assistance, sir, all 80 of us! It'll be our pleasure to kick the enemy's shiny asses back into the scrapheap, sir! Is your commander available, sir?"

The Cruiser Kamikaze
The falling cruisers found themselves under a hail of 14 inch tungsten shells and plasma bolts from ground based anti-air and a few of the Bar Class Gravships that were on station near the crash sites. Of the ten, one cruiser started to fall in the south and discovered the twice the amount of incoming fire than anywhere else. A plasma bolt slashed at its shields or melted it’s armor every 5 seconds as armor piercing shells hit the ship at Mach 8. It was not a pretty sight as the massive ship crashed into a small lake while the defensive fire poured into it from all sides.
Two more drove (2,3) themselves into the northern country side with little resistance. A fourth (4) discovered that a small hill range in the center of the country was actually a rise of ancient basalt that gave way like a concrete wall to an old car. Although the ground was a mess, in the end the ship got the worst of it.
A fifth cruiser (5) pointed in on what looked like a military facility. It smashed through a massive armored concrete dome and the plasma generation system below. A plume of white-hot plasma, generated from the Earth’s core, exploded upwards, covering most of the ship in the corrosive energy.
The sixth, seventh, and eight (6,7,8) cruisers found themselves in the cold icy waters of the finger lakes. They sent a massive waves onto the shore and dropped down into the mud below. One (7) smashed into a massive underwater hanger system. The craft inside exploded as their plasma motors went off, and the water within the crash site turned instantly into high pressure steam. The ship covered a second bunker’s entrance. Somewhere, the crews began to cut off the damaged sections as water filled the underground facilities.
The ninth (9) plowed into the city of Taras in the north. It wasn’t like most terran cities. Massive towers of steel, glass, and concrete rose out of a massive grass embankment almost fifty feet high. The ship plowed into the northwestern corner of central district, smashing three massive buildings as it did so. The death toll was at least a million souls from the crash. Klaxons in the city went off as people began to evacuate from the crash site, and various vehicles began to form a perimeter around the ship.
The tenth found itself having smashed into outworks of the House of Galth. It was a massive complex, almost 3 miles in diameter and mostly formed of large hillocks covered in grass. The ship lay between two massive embankments that formed concentric circles around a central set of mounds. Small turrets seemed to dot both the embankments and the hills. Several began to fire plasma bolts into the wreck.

Marlord – Usrer of Galth looked up from his lunch. The ork female was still twitching on the serving table after losing most of her internal organs to be roasted over the nearby brier.

The voice that filled the room wasn’t human, it sounded like three tortured whales trying to communicate. His sudden summons was cut short by the alarms of the house sounding. A frail looking human opened the massive door and hurriedly entered, bowing before the Marlord and the Kalord. “My Lord and lady…we have been attacked. An alien craft has smashed into the eastern quadrant…”
The Marlord replied in his deep English voice. “What, who dare invade the House of Galth, call the Marat and the House Guards to dispatch these invaders….Our Host has been called to the border by the Overlord…what foolishness…”
The Kalord looked at her mate for a moment, “We had only call upon the junior houses of Zu and Pua to help us. Their hosts have been detailed as reserves….”
The Marlord turned and boiled with rage for a moment, “You Parak! You make me indebted to those upstarts of the House of Crawfnord? We are a Great House I will….”
“Will you sentence your House, our House, the House of your ancestors to fall to these Parak?”
The creature seemed startled at it’s mate and then nodded.
“No, call all that you can to our assistance…”
The Terran finally made a comment “Yes my Lord, the Marat await in the defenses for the enemy to attack…”

In the inner embankment the lower caste Var began to assemble in the 12 foot high walkways. The glow lamps light bounced off the gray armor of the Var. They didn’t armor their joints nor their wings and upper arms. Most Terran’s trying to describe the Var called them black dragons, although Wyvern would have been more appropriate with their webbed feet. They carried either fletchete guns, plasma grenade launchers, or the heavy laz guns that even an eight foot Var found difficult to handle. Uniformed Humans mingled with the Var, they carried smaller versions of the fletchete guns and manned the massive hidden bolt guns built into the embankments. The Var began to open small gun slits in the embankment and prepare their weapons. Three tiers of armed Var and humans waited. At the top of the embankments, 20 foot rods at 7 foot intervals stood. As the emergency emerged lines of blue energy formed between them, no greater than a few inches appart. Behind these bars was a concrete trench, empty for but a few uniformed humans.…

The outer embankment had been breached, at least partially. Humans began to close down the blast doors and prepare for the enemy to try and break through. A few Var stood around and watched, waiting for the enemy to appear.


Encrypted message, Valinon
Having routed the long information through various channels L.O.W finally answers the Valinon
Request.
“You may land at indicated locations. We are glad of your assistance and apologize for the delay.” (actually I miss read that as a surface fleet. The first time) We suggest that you send a representative to the Privy Council immediately. All units will be met by representatives of the Overlord.

The Front
The LRR forces moving into the mountains discovered that it was not a pleasant trip. The roads were narrow, steep and winding, the hills appeared to be made of hard granite and the passes were high. The mountains were covered in massive pillboxes and turrets that seemed to bristle. And then they meet their allied commanders, their dark reddish eyes seemed more menacing than the enemy robots below. As they were directed into positions the massive hulks of the hovering gravships became obvious. The masses of armor and weapons were taking pot shots at any approaching enemy craft.

The Bloody Triangle
The host that had moved into Remmonlands was slowly crossing the open bottom of the valley in a pinwheel motion. They had yet to meet any real resistance and had found a few villages with people leaving and heading for the border.

The Damaged Facility
Deep underground the protective electromanetic sheilds dropped, the earth's magma, finally free began to surge up the long tunnel destroying the energy conduits and protetive materials as it rose quickly up the tube and hit the last surviving sheild. The sheild held, but the generator began to squeal and burn out as the last surviving system was over taxed.
(cookie for whoever can tell me where I got this idea from)

The Air Armada
Was moving away from the feild of battle and begining to move to the pole.

The small Dyellian fleet arrived off the coast of Alcona and Hubris for their first refuel and ressuply stop. Everything appeared to be in order, although the Lord Fisher seemd to be displacing a lot more water than the 44,000 Tonnes the Kriegsmarine claimed.

OCC: I don't have much of a history of launching armored offensives through very hospitible territory. 8)

IC:

The grizzled, wind-weathered faces of the LRR armored troops and mechanized infantry, mostly native american indians with a smattering of robots, look right at home with the Lords of War troops. The tanks, once they reach the front of the line, place themselves in a position where they can use their 155mm cannons and plasma MGs, basically mini-bunkers themsevles, in support of the line. LRR mechanized infantry take up positions alongside their LOW allies, and prepare to hold back the oncoming SOAT onslaught. Of course, compared to the tankers, the Mech. Inf. troops had it pretty easy. They didn't have to jockey a T-90II, with the new guns that could blow apart an abrams at 15 kilometers range along a narrow mountain road, their CV-90IIs and other vehicles being relatively manouverable. Of course, this was all familiar territory to LRR tankers, as it was almost identical to central LRR itself. The LRR armored corps was not used to training on flat, easy territory.

Duke Lenni surveys the bunkers on his way to meet with the LOW field commander. His staff follows close behind, all dressed in LRR combat fatigues. He reaches what looks to be an important bunker, and walks up to the gaurd.

"Excuse me, <insert rank here>, I'm Duke Leo Lenni, field commander of the LRR earth infantry, armored, and anti-tank forces. Could you tell me where I could find your field commander?"

Back at the city, Captain Jones runs out to greet the Lieutenant.

"Good to see you, captain! We're barely holding out! If we don't get evac'd soon, this might very well be the last of us."

OCC: I won't post any major actions until Dozle gets here. Don't forget: the LRR surface warfare fleet is trying to bring down the frigates. Air combat has largely subsided from LRR, and a wing of interceptors and bombers is moving to join the LOW air armada. The artillery corps shelled the SOATs, and the 2nd and 3rd Naval Infantry brigades (about 3500 troops total) are trying to reinforce the Dukratus line. three quarters of the 1st NI went to the dukratus line, the other quarter retreated into the city, where captain Jones is. Most of the armor has been destroyed, except for several M-113Gs now under the command of Post-Captain Bartholomew Dali.

OOC: My air armada is about to break into two parts…I should note most of my ‘air’ breathers are now either returning or over LOW. The Logoths are not air-breathers

IC: He looked like a sergeant, or so the human did. He just stood for a moment and pushed a mike infront of his mouth. A bare whisper could be heard as he talked for a moment and then he returned the mike to a raised position. “Ah Yes, My Lord….Yutalord Kaza of Bramar awaits to speak with you. If you’ll wait a moment we will be able to direct you to him…” A few moments later a drone appeared from a nearby trail. It was a white object five feet tall with three ‘eyes’ in the forehead. The drone tapered to a large steel colored oval at the bottom, and had two blue domes on the side of it’s ‘head’. There was some sort of vent across the back, but a closer inspection wasn’t possible as it floated above the ground.
Follow me please was the only indication of recognition of the LRR group. They were led up the mountian, through a small, almost invisible, cut into the mountainside and then down long high passages filled with humans in uniform that were running about below the surface. They seemed to have no problem in the poorly lit tunnels. Which was surprising for the number of lights that seemed to glow in the upper corners of the shafts. They crossed paths with a non-armored Var as it crossed silently down an intersecting shaft. The dragon like creature’s eight foot height, black scales and reddish eyes didn’t even acknowledge the party. It just seemed to hulk down the other corridor as if it could see perfectly. A few moments later they arrived to a set of rail cars. The first seemed to be an oval can on it’s side, covered in small slits and louvers. The second was also just as inviting, but had an open door.
Please enter and take a seat, this will take you to the command center.

The rail car seemed to have comfortable seats, but they were built for creatures that had shorter legs and larger torsos than humans. In a few moments it had stopped again and two figures, clad in red robes waited outside, directing the LRR group through a series of massive doors into a two-story command center. It was fairly quiet for the number of people running around. At the center of the activity was a group of Var, The central one was dressed in blue robes with the hood pulled back. His tail twirling about as in concentrated on massive table screen before it. The face said “dragon” as it looked up from the information before it.
“Ah, Duke Lenni I presume, welcome to Command Center Yesaf. Does your Host need any refreshment your…ah…grace?” He wasn’t used to dealing with outsiders much.

OOC: My air armada is about to break into two parts…I should note most of my ‘air’ breathers are now either returning or over LOW. The Logoths are not air-breathers

IC: He looked like a sergeant, or so the human did. He just stood for a moment and pushed a mike infront of his mouth. A bare whisper could be heard as he talked for a moment and then he returned the mike to a raised position. “Ah Yes, My Lord….Yutalord Kaza of Bramar awaits to speak with you. If you’ll wait a moment we will be able to direct you to him…” A few moments later a drone appeared from a nearby trail. It was a white object five feet tall with three ‘eyes’ in the forehead. The drone tapered to a large steel colored oval at the bottom, and had two blue domes on the side of it’s ‘head’. There was some sort of vent across the back, but a closer inspection wasn’t possible as it floated above the ground.
Follow me please was the only indication of recognition of the LRR group. They were led up the mountian, through a small, almost invisible, cut into the mountainside and then down long high passages filled with humans in uniform that were running about below the surface. They seemed to have no problem in the poorly lit tunnels. Which was surprising for the number of lights that seemed to glow in the upper corners of the shafts. They crossed paths with a non-armored Var as it crossed silently down an intersecting shaft. The dragon like creature’s eight foot height, black scales and reddish eyes didn’t even acknowledge the party. It just seemed to hulk down the other corridor as if it could see perfectly. A few moments later they arrived to a set of rail cars. The first seemed to be an oval can on it’s side, covered in small slits and louvers. The second was also just as inviting, but had an open door.
Please enter and take a seat, this will take you to the command center.

The rail car seemed to have comfortable seats, but they were built for creatures that had shorter legs and larger torsos than humans. In a few moments it had stopped again and two figures, clad in red robes waited outside, directing the LRR group through a series of massive doors into a two-story command center. It was fairly quiet for the number of people running around. At the center of the activity was a group of Var, The central one was dressed in blue robes with the hood pulled back. His tail twirling about as in concentrated on massive table screen before it. The face said “dragon” as it looked up from the information before it.
“Ah, Duke Lenni I presume, welcome to Command Center Yesaf. Does your Host need any refreshment your…ah…grace?” He wasn’t used to dealing with outsiders much.

"Yes, I'm Duke Lenni. as for those refreshments, we did have a rather long walk. What do you have?"

Lenni felt a little out of place, in his common DPM unform which smelled like the fuel from alchohol burning engines.

Ah, yes. One of the better field orders. "Alchohol supplies are not to be consumed in any part by personnel of the Army, Airforce, or Navy as it is necessary for the continung operation of our vehicles and aircraft."

The Cruiser Kamikaze
Encrypted message, Valinon
Having routed the long information through various channels L.O.W finally answers the Valinon
Request.
“You may land at indicated locations. We are glad of your assistance and apologize for the delay.” (actually I miss read that as a surface fleet. The first time) We suggest that you send a representative to the Privy Council immediately. All units will be met by representatives of the Overlord.


Lord Adonis climbs out of his own Needler. The high-pitched roar of jet coptors fill the air as eight of the agile gunships fly overheard. Major General Kristof approaches the old Sardaukar Marshal. He reaches him as Adonis is stripping of his flight suit and pulling on a great coat offered to him by a field officer.
"My Lord, your presence as been requested by the Overlord."
Adonis nods soberly, "It is to be expected. I shall take the soonest available flight to the Lords of War capital. Handle the remainder of the deployments, I want our forces ready to move as soon as possible."
"Yes, My Lord."
Adonis heads back toward his Needler, the aerospace fighter glitter in the light of Sol. Adonis looks at his own hands, a represses a side. They are tanned by so many suns he has forgotten the number. And yet the star of humanity's homeworld holds the least significance to him. He remembers the double suns of Proxima Centauri, and quickly sets them aside. It is best not to remember times so long past.
Fifteen minutes later, Adonis' Needler lifts off and heads for the Lords of War capital to meet with the Privy Council and the Overlord.
Adonis broadcasts on one of the high encryptions given to the FKC.
"This is Lord Adonis, of His Majesty's Sardaukar. I request permission to land so I may meet with the Overlord and the Privy Council as per request."

The Vrakian Lieutenant looked at Captain Jones and then saluted.

"Sorry sir! My orders are clear; link up with the Dukratians and hold the fort! We are not here for evac! What do you think those transports our there are for?"

With the last sentence he made a sweeping gesture to the Vrakian amphibious craft. Althought the lieutenant didn't say it, he was appreciative of the outsider's helping but he wasn't about to start taking orders from them.

"Well, alright. We'll stay, then. But we're pinned down here from SOAT fire, and those frigates aren't making things much better! Now, what's your plan? Personally, I wouldn't risk......actually, do you have a radio?"

From the highest buildings, the masts of the two Slava class cruisers and 4 Sovremennys could be seen out to sea, their guns firing in on the 'bots.

**The mountain command center**
The Var looked at a servent hiding in the shadows. The small man in a blue uniform walked forward and bowed. "Your...grace, we have tea, water, ah the distilled liquid from the palm tree, and ah the juice of the lemon." He stole a glance at one of the lesser Var who said "It's called Lemonade you fool."

"Ah yes, Lemonade" the servent seemed to be attempting to completely murder the pronoucation of the word. He waited with his head bowed, starring at the dark, highly polished floor...

A second servant appeared with a more human scaled chair, placing it at the end of the image table. He bowed to the Duke, trying to indicate that he should sit.

**Analog encrypted response**
A deep voice, alien to most terran ears, replies. "The Overlord and the Hara await you Lord Adonis. At this time the captial is under threat, so we will direct you to land near Bratra Torr on the south side of the mountins. I must note with appologies that the Privy Council leads the response of the Joint Defense Forces of the Federation from Port Olympus in the Vrakian Corridor." The location of the landing zone, apparently a small ismus of land between two mountin lakes, is then added.

(OOC: I realize that I wasn't clear on this but the Federated Klatchian Coast is technically one nation. It is fairly decentralized (like the german confederation of 1866-1872) and really only has a few federal institutions, one is the massive Joint Defense Force that is governed by the Privy Council of the Federation. The current states who have voting members are A+H, Jiggady, Durakus...D.B. also has a person who just sits on the board as he lost his vote after a recent civil war. Note the declaration of war by the President who is a Vrakian King))

"I'll take some water, please. Andrei....oh, let me introduce you to Colonel-General Andrei Bondarenko, my left-hand man, so to speak, and Lieutenant General Mark Liberman, commander of the artillery corps."
"I'll have some lemonade."
"Nothing for me. I'm a robot."

Meanwhile, Admiral Gustavus Farragut stands perched atop a catwalk above the bridge of his ship, the LRRNS Baba O'Riley, binoculars in hand.

"Bring us around! Order the fleet to follow our 30 degree turn to port! Once you have the frigates painted and in range, fire a full volley!"
"Aye, sir! 30 degrees port rudder!"
"And flank speed!"
"Aye, sir!"
"The fleet is following."

As the flight of Valinon interceptors streaks over the Kirov, admiral Farragut waves from his lofty perch.

"I see Valinon has come to the rescue, eh?"
"Yes, sir."
"Alright, now, 35 degrees to starboard! That'll confuse them."
"Aye, sir! 35 degrees to starboard!"
"Missile lock on two frigates!"
"You may fire when ready!"

"Ah, yes...I should introduce my first subornanates also..." He points to a Var with a gold sash over his robe.
"This is Erlord Kasa of House Ubar, commander of the energy batteries..." He points to a second Var, "Vin Tarlord Bazel of House Kreay is in overall command of the Hosts." The smallish Var bows but keeps his eye on the robot. "...and Umlord Max of House Masa commander of the facility." A human with grayish hair and deep blue eyes also takes a small bow.
"At the moment the commander of the 3rd and 2nd grav fleets, Tarlord Neba is indisposed and on the Manhaft at the moment."

The servant in blue appears with two metal goblets on a tray, one is filled with water, the other lemonade.

One of the un-introduced Var spoke up. "Ah, I hope you find the lemonade to your liking. I've been trying to introduce it to Herran for the past few years...but my recipe is..." The Yarlord interupted. "And the young one who does not know his place is my Merkak, Utho. A bright one who has recently come to the Enclave." Utho visibly shrank a bit...but gave a steely eye to the servant who seemed to be avoiding the Merkak's gaze.

**Analog encrypted response**
A deep voice, alien to most terran ears, replies. "The Overlord and the Hara await you Lord Adonis. At this time the captial is under threat, so we will direct you to land near Bratra Torr on the south side of the mountins. I must note with appologies that the Privy Council leads the response of the Joint Defense Forces of the Federation from Port Olympus in the Vrakian Corridor." The location of the landing zone, apparently a small ismus of land between two mountin lakes, is then added.

(OOC: I realize that I wasn't clear on this but the Federated Klatchian Coast is technically one nation. It is fairly decentralized (like the german confederation of 1866-1872) and really only has a few federal institutions, one is the massive Joint Defense Force that is governed by the Privy Council of the Federation. The current states who have voting members are A+H, Jiggady, Durakus...D.B. also has a person who just sits on the board as he lost his vote after a recent civil war. Note the declaration of war by the President who is a Vrakian King))

OOC: Ugg....it's like the Holy Romam Empire and Austria-Hungary all over again. But I understand now. Well, I hope you retain control of your localized defense planning. Otherwise I am going to have to rewrite my whole plans for this.

Adonis listens to the voice, apparently unbothered, "Understood, I will reach Bratra Torr momentarily."
He reorients his Needler and streaks toward the moutain range, running parallel to it. Ten minutes later he reaches Bratra Torr and quickly lands his Needler. He jumps down from the cockpit, a moment of stiffness after the rough landing reminds the Marshal of his own age. As he approaches the delegation awaiting for him, he draws out his comm link.
"Yes, My Lord?" says Kristof as his image comes on the screen.
"The Lords of War capital is under pressure, General," Adonis says, slowing his pace slightly. "Have two squadrons of jet coptors move to assist in the defense of it, and also I intend to start the press against the machine's advance from there. Prepare the 1st and 3rd battlegroups to move to reinforce Lords of War and FKC forces already defending it."
"Yes, My Lord."
Adonis nods solemnly to his approaching welcomers.

OOC...Yes but with more power to stop civil wars. Actually your the first person who has given a resonable RL example. Don't worry about the defense planning for L.O.W, we are fully aware of the Privy Council's actions and decisions. (It helps that I'm the mod for the board :wink: ))

IC: Batra Torr was a massive column that rose out of a high mountin valley. The odd group of mountians stood in the center of the Lords of War, not the border like most of the Azedak range. Far off towards the Grand Lakes on the rolling hills stood the captial city. The defensive fire into the enemy craft could be seen even at this distance. Somewhere nearby sonic booms could be heard as long range gauss guns threw more armor peircing shells at the distant target.
The tower was a massive single spire that had a white top and tappered down into the rock itself below. The tower was surrounded by a large lake formed by a dam. The landing zone was below the dam between two suplimental lakes.

OOC: I guess the board wasn't too hungry it only ate half the post!

The delegation waiting for Lord Adronis consisted of five eight foot creatures and a human in a green and silver uniform. Two of the Var were dressed in green armor, with small silver glyps in odd locations, that covered their bodies. Each carried a massive laz gun with a recharging backpack. The other two Var were in hooded black robes. They carried nothing more than a ten foot, double ended pole-arm.
The human in the uniform bowed as Adronis approched.
"Lord Adronis, Welcome to the Enclave. I am Captian Martin of the House Crawfnord Guard. The Overlord and his advisors await you in the Battle Center. He motions towards a large open cart like vehicle. Martin leds the Lord into the seats behind the driver as the guards take standing postions on the running boards of the vehicle. The grav cart is soon moving through a small opening at the base of the damn and down a long tunnel.

Fifteen meters later, the tunnel chages. It is almost like running along a hole made through the water. The only visible structures is the road and ribs that appear every 20 feet or so. Out of the 'roof' of the tunnel, Adronis can see that the main tower is actually surrounded by a ring of smaller towers and facilites that appear to be completely submerged under water. They finally enter a massive domed chamber at the center of the tower, passing through a wall almost 30 meters thick. The area is full of humans and Var moving about on similar grav carts going out of other doors.

They approach what appears to be an elevator flanked by two more green guards and enter. After several voice and eye checks the elevator opens to reveal a low room with consoles on two sides. In the center is a group of Var and human at an image table. They are all looking at a man in a black uniform who is staring at a wall screen.

The Captain steps and kneels forward, his voice announcing, "My Lords, My Ladies, My Master I bring the Lord Adronis of Valieon(sp?) in your presence." The Var and humans turn to look at the newcommer. Some give nods of recognition, others appear to just glare with their red eyes. The human in the black uniform also turns. A single cross on his high collar, and a silver braid across one shoulder, are the only marks of rank. The hansom face gives a smile even as the blue eyes hold little warmth.
"Ah, Lord Adronis...We welcome you for our people, our vassals, and ourselves to this place. We are most curious about, as our beloved cousin has started calling him, Ego Boy and his mechanical minions."
Some of the humans give a chuckle at the nickname bestowed by the Outer Consul of The Federation.

"Ah, yes...I should introduce my first subornanates also..." He points to a Var with a gold sash over his robe.
"This is Erlord Kasa of House Ubar, commander of the energy batteries..." He points to a second Var, "Vin Tarlord Bazel of House Kreay is in overall command of the Hosts." The smallish Var bows but keeps his eye on the robot. "...and Umlord Max of House Masa commander of the facility." A human with grayish hair and deep blue eyes also takes a small bow.
"At the moment the commander of the 3rd and 2nd grav fleets, Tarlord Neba is indisposed and on the Manhaft at the moment."

The servant in blue appears with two metal goblets on a tray, one is filled with water, the other lemonade.

One of the un-introduced Var spoke up. "Ah, I hope you find the lemonade to your liking. I've been trying to introduce it to Herran for the past few years...but my recipe is..." The Yarlord interupted. "And the young one who does not know his place is my Merkak, Utho. A bright one who has recently come to the Enclave." Utho visibly shrank a bit...but gave a steely eye to the servant who seemed to be avoiding the Merkak's gaze.

OCC: Valinon, don't forget about the LRR troops. :wink:

IC:

"Ah, thanks for the expedience in your drink service." Lenni takes a sip of the Lemonade. "Excellent lemonade. I must have the recepie. Now, we have been wondering what your plans are concerning the SOAT bots. We have moved into your exquisitely constructed bunker network with your troops, and tanks now gaurd all roadways and passes. These troops can be quickly comitted to an advance if need be. So, from here on in, consider the LRR forces in the area under your command."
"If I may interject," Mark Liberman spreads a map out on his metallic lap. "The artillery corps has leveled a corridor from the furthest extent of our line here," he points to an area on the map outlined in blue, "to the furthest extent of the Dukratus line here, and of course Post-captain Dali's M113Gs. We can provide a creeping barrage for your advance as far as this river," he points to a river, "and my colleagues in the navy report that their gun cruisers can provide support- 155mm, plasma cannon, and rocket launcher- all along the coast from our line to the capital."

OOC: Ah I'm a bit confused by that post. Or at least the tactics of it.
I've included the area map from the FKC map.
http://www.eng.auburn.edu/users/donatgw/maps/dozle3.jpg
I'm not sure where anyone else's lines are accept for Vrak's. So correct me where you can. The Capital has the pink line near it.

One of the Var motioned with his claw. "At the moment remmonlands is covered in robots from the orbiltal assult. Durakus and Vrak are moving up the coast and the Great Valley, but them staying linked along the Kevia mountians is going to be very hard. Although the enemy's orbital forces have been greatly reduced, I are hesident to start a counter attack until our reinforcements arrive...."
The Yarlord looked at the charts. "At the moment we are trying to get JDF forces along the border and our own orbital fleets from outside the system. We then plan on counter attacking in one, massive push. At the moment it appears that dozle is moving against us. I would rather let him throw his robots against our defensive postion here then prematurly counter attack. I'm afraid that the Durakians are a bit overzelous at the moment." He is pointing at points on the table which is projecting a map of remmondlands.

Currently Yarlord Masthaf is making a small counter attack/probing action with Vrakian support in the west. We are hoping to shore up our defenses.

OCC: I'm assuming that the red triangles are Dozle forces. By the way, where on earth is he? My lines are the same as yours, LOW. As you probably know. :oops: There's a quarter of the 1st Naval infantry brigade in the capital, and Duke Roberto is advancing from our lines to the city in a bid to reinforce it.

IC:

"Ah, so we'll stay here, then. Let's hope the line holds. What is the nearest to your positions that you would tolerate artillery strikes? While I'm sure General Liberman would be confident in his gunners' skills, we defniately want to avoid friendly fire wherever possible. I'm sure our own fleet would be here to help if it were not tied up in a dozen other places. All our destroyers were vaporized, and all we currently have is interceptors and torpedo boats. And a small number of those, even. But we are not lacking in atmospheric airpower. We've got all three Varlawn bomber squadrons operating from the LRR mainland, as well as six Jaguar squadrons and all of the rest of our strike jets which haven't been destroyed yet."

**In Space**

The ordinace from the satalite detonated mostly harmlessly against the HEPD fields, a few leaving pock marks against the hull of the remaining light cruisers, though the attack was quickly forgotten as the Valnor fleet jumped in, the contact screens lighting up as a literal swarm of missiles streaked across space, heading towards the Adamite fleet. A string of Scatter torpedeos streamed out of the heavier ships first, to counter act such a massive wave, 525 torpedeos flying off at high speed. They broke apart midflight, unleashing clusters of AA missiles in each, which streaked towards the incoming wave. The heavies turned around in time to send a second volley, stronger than the first, while the mass of lights turned to fire an even thicker wave of AA missiles. Sheer weight of numbers proved to be an equal counter balance to the jammers, and the first wave of 10,500 missiles decimates the incoming swarm, easily slamming into and destroying the 230 ECM missiles, allowing the second wave of 12,000 and the third wave of 15,000 to easily target the nuclear missiles. Only 45 survived the waves, only to meet the HEPD fields, detonating away from the ships hull, allowing the hull to distrubute the heat and shockwave over the entire ship. 4 light cruisers overheated, the skin of thier hull begining to bubble as the dropped out of formation, waiting for the heat to dissipate enough to reharden thier outer armor and not make them quite as vulnerable. A pair of heavy cruisers were not as fortunate, being older models, not equiped with the HEPD fields, they had to rely on point defence systems, allowing the missiles to detonate much closer to the hull. The hull bubbled on one, wisps of steam coming off as the metal boiled off in strips, massive bubbles forming as the atmosphere of entire decks pulled its way into the vacume, ripping massive holes through out the ship's hull. The energy volley came next, punching through the stressed hull of the two striken Heavy Cruisers, and completly vaporising the light cruisers. The other ships faired better, the shields by and large absorbing the full brunt of the impacts. The ID drivers kicked in, the ships lurching towards the Valnor battlewall, broadsides presented, while Absorbtion sheilds strained to clear themselves for the next volley. Weapons batteries opened up, the ships stuttering for a moment as the recoil momentarity overcame the massive thrust of the inertial Displacement drivers.

**On the Ground**

The tanks rumbled off the beachhead, catching the main road and driving towards the defencive lines, SOATs running around them, thickening the fire, and adding extra rythm between the loud stacato thud of the tank's 120mm main cannons. They pushed towards the capital city, cleansing ther woodland with ruthless efficentcy, leaving a trail of broken bodies and shattered war machines.

**In the Air at the Beachhead**

The swarm of missiles slammed into the HEPD fields, slowly beating them back till the last few hit the hulling itself, tearing deep into the armor, and leaving pocks along it, but not damaging the internal portions of the ship. MEthodicly they turned and presented broadsides towars the ships. They charged for a moment, before opening fire with weapons powerful enough to punch through starships.

**Underwater at the beachhead**

The SOATs ignored the decoys, attaching to the hull of the sub with thier claw. They simotaniously bent down, las cannons opening a continous stream as they sliced through the hulling. One of the SOAT's was too close to the cut, and as the hull gave in, it slid through the hole and into the sub, water tight doors closing behind it, stancuhing the flow from the breach. It shook its "head" attempting to clear its sensors, and wobbled around for a moment before regaining its sences. It turned and trotted like a puppy towards the bridge, intent on killing everyone aboard when it noticed a sailor, staring at it in shock. Its claws punched through the floor and it turned the automatic coilgun on him, the sailor jumping out of the stream of lead and slamming the next water tight hatch closed, locking the SOAT in, as he ran to inform the crew of this new turn of events.

**Lord Of War**

The Cruisers fell, chunks torn out of them by the incoming flak, the first one losing power before slamming into the lake at a balistic trajectory, water flowing through the hull in thousands of places. The SOATs worked their way out, moving underwater to link up into squads and spread out. In the cargo bay a pallet of plasma batteries fell, slamming into a row of SOATs in storage and exploding, vaporizing the entire stored compliment of bots, and causing the ship to crack and fold in on itself, collapsing under its own weight. The bulkheads around the powerplant cracked, as the damage to the superstructure grew to be too much. The powerplant split as it was struck by falling debris, exposing raw plasma to the atmosphere. The room crumbled, as if it were made of nothing more than tinfoil, the stressed metal superheated by the rapidly overloading fusion reactor. The water hit the reactor, sending a billowing cloud of steam through the room, the pressure reaching a critical level. The ship imploded as the reactor overloaded, the explosion instantly superheating the entire lake, boiling it away as the shock wave crushed the few bots that had managed to escape the wreckage.

The second and third cruisers plowed into the country side, their cargo holds begining the process of converting the stored SOATs into primed killing machines, while the operational weapons systems targeted and fired upon anything that moved, tearing the surrounding landscape to shred with the equivilent of tiny fusion bombs from its lance cannons.

The fourth was less lucky, its entire underbelly ripping away, spilling bots to the balsalt cannyon below, to be crushed between the sliding starship and the course stone. It came to a rest, gutted of its power and electronics, leaving a three mile debris field before the craft had finaly slid to a halt. The SOATs, oblivious to danger they had survived, climbed out, quickly spreading out to secure the landing site.

The Fifth ship slammed through the dome, only to be doused in plasma, its hull slowly boiling off. A few minutes passed befoer the first hull breeches appeared, the plasma burning through the substructure, overheating the ships reactor and causing it to go critical, a second powerful explosion visible from space.

The sixth, seventh and eight ships crashed headlong into the lakes, the SOAT's already escaping through torpedeo bays, airlocks, and any other oriface they could find on the ships, swimming towards the underwater hangers, blades bared and las cannons set on cutter.

The Ninth ship came to a stop, the point defences coming online as the AA missile doors slid open. The vehicles set up a perimeter too close, and with a blossom of fire, the ship showed itself anything but impotent, opening fire on anything near enough to be hit. SOAT's spilled out, landing gracefully on the pavement below, as the scurried towards nearby sewers, hiddend under a cloak of laser fire and blossoms of missile fire.

The final ship was pelted by plasma fire, its weapons batteries and plasma lances swiveling around in thier grooves to return fire, bathing itself in the backblast. The nose had bitten deeply into the embankment, and the first SOATs cut thier way through, spilling into the outermost hallways, moving to secure as much area as they could before meeting resistance. One came to the sealed door, its scanners reading the life forms behind it, preparing an ambush. It slammed its front paws into the door, shaking it and sounding as if it were determined to batter the door down, but this was mearly a diversion, as ten bots moved down the hallway, finding a thin, unguarded segment of wall. Three other bots commenced beating on the door, as the ten turned thier las cannons to cutting lasers, and worked together to cut an entrance, and ambush the ambushers.

OOC: Yes, Most of your lines (green) is hiding under the defensive line (blue) I'm assuming that you are not along the northern front from the mountains to the Grand Lakes. And that is what dozle agreed when I put up the first of the maps. edit: Your enemies are just having lemonade and plotting your demise dozle.

"At the moment we are attempting to form three layers to the lines. The first is below your current postions and primarily made up of our equivilant of light armor and anti-armor weapons. The second teir is where your forces are located on the last shoulder hills of this mountain range, just below the main energy and Gauss gun batteries. The third tier is along the ridge tops and passes. They are made up of our armored Varian troops and heavy mobile weapons. At the moment we have divided the valley and the hills below into 4 meter grids. We will corrdinate fire with all allies by this grid system. At the present time our grav ship fleet has not been attacked by dozle's air forces. So they will be both helping to direct fire and add their own batteries. Based on our reports attempting to retreat before these drones is sucicide. We may have 100% casualties in the front tier."

"We have been suffering a communications lag with the Privy Council of the Federation. How does the defense of the remmonland's capital fare."
This last question came from a screen behind the Yarlord. Another Var was looking out down at the assembled group.
"Ah, Duke Lenni I wish to present Tarlord Neba who is some thousands of your feet above us." The startled Yarlord began.

"Ah, a very good strategy. I like this grid system, but they seem a tad small, in that an average RPG would affect multiple squares, like the ones you've seen among LRR troops. Also, would you like it if we moved our artillery up to your artillery's lines?"

With the announcement of Tarlord Neba, Duke Lenni and his immediate subordinates stand up from their seats.

"It is nice to meet you, Tarlord Neba. May I introduce myself, Duke Leo Lenni, and my staff, Colonel-General Andrei Bondarenko, and Lieutenant-General Mark Liberman. My co-commander, Duke Roberto, is currently advancing in a bid to reinforce the capital so he is not here, but I'm sure he would be quite honored, as are we, to make your aquaintance."

OOC: What is the blast radius of an RPG?

Erlord Kasa, who was eyeing the robot with some suspision answered. "Based on our reports, these are armored drones. I'm not sure what the effective target area is for them. At the present we are being cautious in our estimates of their vularablity to all but direct hits. The grid is primarily based on the thermal release radius of one of our energy bolt weapons. A plama bolt has a thermal bloom of almost 25 meters but what the effective radius is we don't know. At the same time the 8 inch grasers have a beam width of 3 inches but can throw arcs of almost 100 meters in width. The doomdaisy chain guns will have a splater mark of at least twice the grid..."

The Yarlord replied to his subordinate, "I'm afraid that my information is less current than yours. I was going to have you report in but that matter of the dropping enemy craft...I waited for you."
The Tarlord bowed slightly to the Terrans. "I was hoping that the land line hadn't been cut, My Lord. I'm getting massive numbers of conflicting reports on the terran gear. I heard we had received reinforcements, due you have any reliable reports. We have yet to get a full status report on the enemy's newest move against us."

The Yarlord turned to the Duke, "What are your reports on the situation in remmondsland?"

OCC: The effective blast area of an LRR RPG-10 is about 7square meters, depending on the warhead.

"Ah, I see. Our strategy so far has been to use our firepower to blanket the SOATs with weapons fire in the hopes of destroying their advance. We haven't ever encountered them in close combat and won, though. Best to get them far out. And sadly, we know very little of the situation on Remmonlands. Captain Jones, the commander of the 1st naval infantry brigade which we sent into Remmonlands, has not made contact in over two hours, and we think his radio has been damaged or destroyed. However, our ships have reported sighting flares and flags of the 1st NI, so we think they are still alive. A flight of eight Vrakian Kamov helicopters was also seen inbound to the city. Reports are that three were confirmed to have been brought down by Dozle fire, but the other five are presumed to have survived. Duke Roberto reports good advance pace towards the city, but moderate losses. We have been sending in Orinthopters all day to pick up wounded crews from Duke Roberto's advance line. Post-Captain Dali reports to be holding on inside the Dukratus line, as is the rest of the Dukratus forces, but for how long they do not know. Once Duke Roberto and his reinforcements reach the city, I'm sure our intelligence will improve greatly. Oh, I see you might find Mark here a tad...disconcerting. be assured, he is no SOAT."
"In no way shape or form. I don't even have any built-in weapons. I'm great at calculus, though," he says with a chuckle.
"So, let's hope for the best. Your troops, obviously of the highest quality, we are sure will be able to hold back the SOAT onslaught. What we are extremely worried about, though, is a landing behind our lines. If Dozle did not expend all of his dropships, I would not rule this possibility out."

Somewhere in Remmonlands; battle front...


The Germanian Executioners formed 5 lines of 50. Feldmarshal First Class Rudolf Küll sat behind them in a VERY heavily armored car. Dozle bots were rife within the area.

Küll: [Speaking through his radio] Lock all ground targets with TOW missiles. Unisom fire. Launch on my mark....Mark!

Hundreds of TOW missiles shattered outwards from the Executioners line. All followed the heat of the Dozle droids.

Küll Open machine gun fire on my mark...MARK!

The Executioners began lobbing off minigun rounds towards all enemy positions. Some Executioners toppled over as they were hit by Dozle fire. It was unclear whether or not the first strike by North Germania against Dozle was even worth a damn.

Küll All tanks, feuer frei!!

The Leopard 3 Heavy Tanks opened fire with 135mm cannons in unisom. Machine gun fire ripped out of the armored columns.

Küll: All Executioners advance!! Show no retreat! Panzergruppen 4 and 7, open fire! Give the Executioners cover now!

Explosions could be seen throughout the battlefield and the sky turned black. Snow began to fall and the carnage was overwhelming to the human eye.

Küll: Prepare the Imperial Guard. They will advance with Leopard 2A6 EX Main Battle Tanks and 200mm artillery against the enemy. Do it now!

Thousands of black-cloaked Germanians with kevlar-plated facial masks silently advanced, without speaking a word or flenching. The front line shield-holders did not fall. The Imperial Guards began to fire mortars over their comrades' heads towards the enemy.

Imperial Commander van Stul: Split into groups of three and flank the enemy. Hold your lines. Do not let the enemy seperate you. Unity is the key to victory. Do it now.

North Germanian MiG-33's blasted forward towards the Dozle fiend.

OOC: I'm a little confused about where Dozle actually is and whether or not his bots are on land or air? I really need some specifics on this.

((OOC: hte bots are land based, and crawling through the forrest. . . accualy, guys, if you don't mind, to make it easier on me because of how many people are playing. . . could you summerize what you are doing and post it in a little bitty OOC blurb? keep your full scale posts by all means, I read them, tis just a bit difficult when re-reading for Dozle's posts when I have to pull through line after line of things >_<. if you can, thank you so very much, and if you can't no problem, just a request from the GM))

The Cruisers fell, chunks torn out of them by the incoming flak, the first one losing power before slamming into the lake at a balistic trajectory, water flowing through the hull in thousands of places. The SOATs worked their way out, moving underwater to link up into squads and spread out. In the cargo bay a pallet of plasma batteries fell, slamming into a row of SOATs in storage and exploding, vaporizing the entire stored compliment of bots, and causing the ship to crack and fold in on itself, collapsing under its own weight. The bulkheads around the powerplant cracked, as the damage to the superstructure grew to be too much. The powerplant split as it was struck by falling debris, exposing raw plasma to the atmosphere. The room crumbled, as if it were made of nothing more than tinfoil, the stressed metal superheated by the rapidly overloading fusion reactor. The water hit the reactor, sending a billowing cloud of steam through the room, the pressure reaching a critical level. The ship imploded as the reactor overloaded, the explosion instantly superheating the entire lake, boiling it away as the shock wave crushed the few bots that had managed to escape the wreckage.
OOC: based on that last part I’m going to assume C-1 and all of it’s bots are dead.
IC:Two Throng class grav ships move toward the crash site to investigate after the massive implosion and steam release.

The second and third cruisers plowed into the country side, their cargo holds begining the process of converting the stored SOATs into primed killing machines, while the operational weapons systems targeted and fired upon anything that moved, tearing the surrounding landscape to shred with the equivilent of tiny fusion bombs from its lance cannons.


The land around them was decidedly clear of most moving objects. rolling Fields of grain and vegetables streatched out intercepted by the occasional row of thick brush and a drainage stream. Near one (3) a high monorail line stood. and vanished into a large hill. A hill which seemed a bit high and perfect for being natural.

**Cruiser in the forest**
The fourth had landed in a pine forest. a few trails seemed to lead across the crash site, burning trees and foliages seemed to expand outwards. The underbrush was dense and green but not dry. A forest fire wasn’t likely. A few miles away on a larger hill was an old stone tower. The top had a few humans who had observed the whole scene. The two humans pushed an old laz rifle, far too large for even a normal human to carry, near the south windows. One started to snipe the small silver things on the ground near the landing site.

**Laked Cruisers**
Those that had landed in the lakes now began to take long range shells and short range energy fire. It appeared that a chain of small defensive stations surrounded each of the lakes. The ice cold water seemed to be still below. But several Berthea class fighter bombers soon appeared on the horizon. They approached under cover of their own fire and sent bombs into the lake. Massive shock waves formed as the bombs exploded on the bottom, turning the surrounding water into shrapnel filled high-pressure steam.

In the hangers that were empty, terrans began to clear out important gear, abandoning some of the simple grabbing such equipment such as laser torches, high energy welders which needed two humans to maneuver, as defensive weapons. A few rolled more high yield bombs and plasma torpedoes out of the magazines and set them in amongst the abandoned equipment. One technician turned the detonator on a plasma torpedo to go off an a small bit of extra pressure. The Var guards, in full armor, began to assemble at some of the access points.

In one hanger, still filled with Logoth fighters not yet launched, the fighters were turned towards the hangar door. Their powerful ion cannons, designed to rip apart capital ships in space, were armed.

A fourth hanger waited a gunship. Her crew rushing onboard as the hanger was filled with water. She was a Malka class and was armed with several torpedo tubes and a few small 4 inch grazers.

**Tarka City**
The ship over Tarka appeared to be fairly save. The city buildings were being relentlessly destroyed by the ships guns and weapons systems. A few armored craft had survived the initial onslaught but pulled back. The city sewers seemed to follow the roadways but were primarily used for getting rid of rain water into massive cisterns below the city. The sanitary sewer system, and most of the vital systems appeared to be housed in other conduits. There was little resistance except from the city embankment which was sending heavy energy weapons fire into the enemy craft.

**Counter Attack**
Out of lake Olympus rose a frigate, the largest Varian ship that could safely enter an atmosphere. It was a half mile long and looked like a chain of cubes with a massive engine block at one end, and a head with a massive ‘sail’ at the other. The craft had four of those boxes, each contained five missile tubes, two defensive lasers, a 10 inch grazer and two plasma gun turrets on the top and bottom. She had recently returned from a mission to some god awful world that had turned into a complete disaster. The crew was feeling like they wanted blood. She was escorted by four Bar-class gravships. The whole unit formed a nice little triangle that first started moving south, then turned north.

**The House of Galth**
The outer embankment which had been breached had two hallways. One was the gun gallery built with gun slits and energy bolt guns pointing out towards the surrounding country side. The inner hallway ran along the embankment with stairs running between the two levels every so often. It appeared that the energy and water supplies were run down the side of this inner hall.

Both embankments were divided into twelve sections. Two of the sections stood over gateways through the embankment.

The dozle craft had smashed into the area between the two embankments, but had also cut into the outer embankment at a division point between two sections. The robots now found themselves occupying three sections. On the other side of the blast doors, which stood on the inner hallway the ten bots were causing a bit of a stir among the humans, and the Var. It seemed strange that the enemy was trying to force down the door by actually banging on it…
The wall proved to first be made of some odd form of concrete. As they cut into the material it gave way slowly and refracted a good deal of the light off in varying directions. As the STOATS broke through the outer layer, a rubble infill was exposed, it shifted and made a massive sound as part caved out of the hole and onto the bots not much…but it did sound odd in the other sections. A few more humans appeared and on the upper level of the sections under threat placed a large sphere down on the floor of the supply hall. They also placed small proton mines around the sections. The whole group began to pull back, a carefully laid charge on the door mechanisms waited.

OOC: Based on my description there are four blast doors with groups waiting behind them. The only connection between the outer and inner embankments are either 6 inch pipes or by attacking the inner embankment gates across the killing zone between them.

Elsewhere two massive hosts of the junior houses began to reassemble and move out. They were only a few hours away.

One Marlord had believed that someone might get hold of a frigate and attack him. So he had installed several missile tubes with heavy anti-ship missiles. The first barage of ten were sent streaking out of their tubes and flew across the ground towards the target.

**The Air Armada**
Split into two halves. The Logoth Fighters began to rise upwards into space, as they hit the edge of the atmosphere they switched on most of their engine power and accelerated, free of the restrictions of moving through an atmosphere. The Berthra class fighters continued on towards <insert first earth nation assaulted in this thread>

**The mountain command center**
Several in the group shook their heads. (Which was actually a sign of agreement but I don’t expect anyone to get that at first, the Vrakians lost a diplomat to misreading that little oddity.) “Hmm, well where is the Durakian line? We thought they were holding with the Vrakians near the river.” The Yarlord began. “And we do have enemy invasions behind our line or at least a few enemy craft appeared to have augured into us, Tarlord?”
A yell could be heard over the monitors as the Tarlord began. “There appear to be ten enemy craft that have attacked us. At present we report two appear destroyed, one hit the Masya ridge and appears out of it, although active bots have been reported in the vicinity. Three of the lake bases are under attack, but most of those are now waiting for their fighters to return so that may get messy. Tarka has been his and the Kell Lord there appears to be an incompetent fool. The Navy has sent a frigate with gravship escort to deal with that one. The last one has hit House Galth in the south. Don’t have much on that yet. But one of the nearby junior houses just sent something flying with a massive energy spike.”

The Markark replied quietly, “there is an almost institutionalized distrust of Artificial Intelligence within my race. I’m afraid that you’ll never be trusted or respected by most Var, especially the older, higher caste members.” It became obvious that most of the Var were decidedly avoiding looking at the robot. The others just gave either blank or somewhat distasteful glances. They appeared to be avoiding a conflict*

*Important OOC note: The Var don’t like them, but do have them. And developed highly sophisticated designs in their past (which explains why most AI.s are older than the bible around here). But there is a very BIG reason for this IC distrust of them

***The Facility**
Became a roaring furnace of magma as the last sheild gave way. The jet was several thousand meters high, and the black cloud of gas began to fill the air to the north of the new volcano.

OOC: Monitoring post
- 1 Troops and Gravships slowly moving through triangle. Supported by Vrakian artillery (way back there)
- 2 Defensive line with gravship support now supported by LRR forces
- 3 Air armada split and moving north/ into space
- 4 Preparing defenses in underwater hangers
- 5 invaded city in complete chaos
- 6 Naval(space) frigate now slowly moving to deal with invaders

OOC: I guess the board wasn't too hungry it only ate half the post!

The delegation waiting for Lord Adronis consisted of five eight foot creatures and a human in a green and silver uniform. Two of the Var were dressed in green armor, with small silver glyps in odd locations, that covered their bodies. Each carried a massive laz gun with a recharging backpack. The other two Var were in hooded black robes. They carried nothing more than a ten foot, double ended pole-arm.
The human in the uniform bowed as Adronis approched.
"Lord Adronis, Welcome to the Enclave. I am Captian Martin of the House Crawfnord Guard. The Overlord and his advisors await you in the Battle Center. He motions towards a large open cart like vehicle. Martin leds the Lord into the seats behind the driver as the guards take standing postions on the running boards of the vehicle. The grav cart is soon moving through a small opening at the base of the damn and down a long tunnel.

Fifteen meters later, the tunnel chages. It is almost like running along a hole made through the water. The only visible structures is the road and ribs that appear every 20 feet or so. Out of the 'roof' of the tunnel, Adronis can see that the main tower is actually surrounded by a ring of smaller towers and facilites that appear to be completely submerged under water. They finally enter a massive domed chamber at the center of the tower, passing through a wall almost 30 meters thick. The area is full of humans and Var moving about on similar grav carts going out of other doors.

They approach what appears to be an elevator flanked by two more green guards and enter. After several voice and eye checks the elevator opens to reveal a low room with consoles on two sides. In the center is a group of Var and human at an image table. They are all looking at a man in a black uniform who is staring at a wall screen.

The Captain steps and kneels forward, his voice announcing, "My Lords, My Ladies, My Master I bring the Lord Adronis of Valieon(sp?) in your presence." The Var and humans turn to look at the newcommer. Some give nods of recognition, others appear to just glare with their red eyes. The human in the black uniform also turns. A single cross on his high collar, and a silver braid across one shoulder, are the only marks of rank. The hansom face gives a smile even as the blue eyes hold little warmth.
"Ah, Lord Adronis...We welcome you for our people, our vassals, and ourselves to this place. We are most curious about, as our beloved cousin has started calling him, Ego Boy and his mechanical minions."
Some of the humans give a chuckle at the nickname bestowed by the Outer Consul of The Federation.

Adonis removes his peaked cap, cursing the fact he has only his great coat over his flight suit. Hopefully they will forgive his small metre of impropriety due to the situation.
"In light of the situation, Your Lordship, I hope that you will forgive my brevity. The entity you now know as Dozle was formally Crown Prince Dozle, son of His Majesty Emperor Rowald I and Her Majesty Empress Ami, formerly of Taka. He was...." the old Sardaukar fumbles for a word, "possessed by a intelligence known as Adam, a threat to one of our closests allies, the Imperial Principality of Taka, on several occassions, and now a threat to our own continued existence. When Adam left Proxima, he took with him a large portion of the Takan star fleet and the new attack drones I am sure you are all familar with by now-the SOATs."
Adonis pauses for a moment, "In the events previous to this occassion, His Majesty has been too occupied preparing our own defenses for the coming threat. But now we cannot allow this demon to continue unchecked. I have been dispatched by His Majesty personally, Your Lordship, the forces of the Valinor Sol System Protectorate Zone will stand to help defend the FKC nations. Starting with the Lords of War."
He draws forth a comp-pad from his great coat, "I was made aware of the recent threat to your capital, and I have a proposition to make in regards to its defense. I wish to detach two battlegroup composite elements from my own corps' main body of troops to defend your capital. If we can halt the machines' advance there, we can begin to push them back. I would like to hold the rest of my corps in reserve, that way I can have the resources to mount a counterattack should the opportunity prevent itself. Finally the elements of His Majesty's Blue Fleet that are present are moving to attack Dozle's forces in Kieva with sustained bombardments from our aerospace forces and from the ships' own weapons. If we can pin them down in defensive positions, it means that the machines cannot reinforce their southern armies. Eventually this could lead to a pincer movement between the ground forces I can deploy from your own territory and the naval forces in the North Sea. However, I will assist your own defense plans first, Your Lordship, but in basic do you think the Privy Council would agree to this plan?"

OOC: I will post about the space action later. In the meantime here is what a Sardaukar in the typical danger suit looks like. A danger suit is armor, environment, and communications all roled into one. However, it cannot survive vacuum, but can withstand most other environments and stave off most chemical and biological attacks. It is also incredible light due to the use of new composite armor materials made in Valinon.

http://duniclopedie.free.fr/Images/Serie/Costumes/Sardaukar.jpg

OOC: I guess the board wasn't too hungry it only ate half the post!

The delegation waiting for Lord Adronis consisted of five eight foot creatures and a human in a green and silver uniform. Two of the Var were dressed in green armor, with small silver glyps in odd locations, that covered their bodies. Each carried a massive laz gun with a recharging backpack. The other two Var were in hooded black robes. They carried nothing more than a ten foot, double ended pole-arm.
The human in the uniform bowed as Adronis approched.
"Lord Adronis, Welcome to the Enclave. I am Captian Martin of the House Crawfnord Guard. The Overlord and his advisors await you in the Battle Center. He motions towards a large open cart like vehicle. Martin leds the Lord into the seats behind the driver as the guards take standing postions on the running boards of the vehicle. The grav cart is soon moving through a small opening at the base of the damn and down a long tunnel.

Fifteen meters later, the tunnel chages. It is almost like running along a hole made through the water. The only visible structures is the road and ribs that appear every 20 feet or so. Out of the 'roof' of the tunnel, Adronis can see that the main tower is actually surrounded by a ring of smaller towers and facilites that appear to be completely submerged under water. They finally enter a massive domed chamber at the center of the tower, passing through a wall almost 30 meters thick. The area is full of humans and Var moving about on similar grav carts going out of other doors.

They approach what appears to be an elevator flanked by two more green guards and enter. After several voice and eye checks the elevator opens to reveal a low room with consoles on two sides. In the center is a group of Var and human at an image table. They are all looking at a man in a black uniform who is staring at a wall screen.

The Captain steps and kneels forward, his voice announcing, "My Lords, My Ladies, My Master I bring the Lord Adronis of Valieon(sp?) in your presence." The Var and humans turn to look at the newcommer. Some give nods of recognition, others appear to just glare with their red eyes. The human in the black uniform also turns. A single cross on his high collar, and a silver braid across one shoulder, are the only marks of rank. The hansom face gives a smile even as the blue eyes hold little warmth.
"Ah, Lord Adronis...We welcome you for our people, our vassals, and ourselves to this place. We are most curious about, as our beloved cousin has started calling him, Ego Boy and his mechanical minions."
Some of the humans give a chuckle at the nickname bestowed by the Outer Consul of The Federation.

Adonis removes his peaked cap, cursing the fact he has only his great coat over his flight suit. Hopefully they will forgive his small metre of impropriety due to the situation.
"In light of the situation, Your Lordship, I hope that you will forgive my brevity. The entity you now know as Dozle was formally Crown Prince Dozle, son of His Majesty Emperor Rowald I and Her Majesty Empress Ami, formerly of Taka. He was...." the old Sardaukar fumbles for a word, "possessed by a intelligence known as Adam, a threat to one of our closests allies, the Imperial Principality of Taka, on several occassions, and now a threat to our own continued existence. When Adam left Proxima, he took with him a large portion of the Takan star fleet and the new attack drones I am sure you are all familar with by now-the SOATs."
Adonis pauses for a moment, "In the events previous to this occassion, His Majesty has been too occupied preparing our own defenses for the coming threat. But now we cannot allow this demon to continue unchecked. I have been dispatched by His Majesty personally, Your Lordship, the forces of the Valinor Sol System Protectorate Zone will stand to help defend the FKC nations. Starting with the Lords of War."
He draws forth a comp-pad from his great coat, "I was made aware of the recent threat to your capital, and I have a proposition to make in regards to its defense. I wish to detach two battlegroup composite elements from my own corps' main body of troops to defend your capital. If we can halt the machines' advance there, we can begin to push them back. I would like to hold the rest of my corps in reserve, that way I can have the resources to mount a counterattack should the opportunity prevent itself. Finally the elements of His Majesty's Blue Fleet that are present are moving to attack Dozle's forces in Kieva with sustained bombardments from our aerospace forces and from the ships' own weapons. If we can pin them down in defensive positions, it means that the machines cannot reinforce their southern armies. Eventually this could lead to a pincer movement between the ground forces I can deploy from your own territory and the naval forces in the North Sea. However, I will assist your own defense plans first, Your Lordship, but in basic do you think the Privy Council would agree to this plan?"

OOC: I will post about the space action later. In the meantime here is what a Sardaukar in the typical danger suit looks like. A danger suit is armor, environment, and communications all roled into one. However, it cannot survive vacuum, but can withstand most other environments and stave off most chemical and biological attacks. It is also incredible light due to the use of new composite armor materials made in Valinon.

http://duniclopedie.free.fr/Images/Serie/Costumes/Sardaukar.jpg
The Var don't seem to notice his dress that much. They were born into families of great warriors, which tends to make them much more leniant on dress codes. The announcement that dozle is not some egotistical child but an artifical intelligence. The room erupts in curses most in a lanquage that sounds like three whales stuck on the rack. The humans mutter a varitiy of curse words (deleted due to N-17 rating for most of them) The Overlord just leans over on his chair for a moment and looks at his advisors.
"Lord Adronis, I thank you for that information. I'm afraid most of my vassals will find that they are fighting what sounds like an A.I. of mass delusions to be a cold, sickinging thought." He stops and then raises himself up, "I am happy to announce that the enemy landing near the capital has apparantly ended in the enemy being destroyed along with a nearby kettle lake. At the moment, the enemy is pressing the attack on the captial of Remmondsland...." He waves is hand and gathers his thoughts for a second. "I'll let Marlord Betma detail the current situation."

A smallish Var stepped up to the image table and pressed a few buttons. "In terms of the Federation, it appears the ground forces of Vrak and Durakus are involved with reinforcements from D.B. and the Dual Duchies moving up the coast to support a naval blockade and attack. Both Vrakian, Delybian, and Joint Defence Force ground troops are moving north through the Vrakian Corridor and are currently in the Nef below our southern border."
"Now looking at the Remmondsland front, it is a complete mess. Intelligence reports have units forming lines all over the place and enemy forces in small pockets or gathering throughout the nation. What we do know is that Remmondsland Capital of some 25 million people appears to be holding out. Reports indicate an enemy armored column moving towards it, but our sats have a hard time trying to avoid the fire fight and see what is going on below. Most are currently in a geo sync orbit south of the Grand Lakes." He pauses for a moment...
"Now, at the present time we have attempted to form anchored to the mountin chain between us and remmondsland, once called kevia. We are also attempting a limited manuver on our southern flank to form a defensive line along the mountian chains and lessen our exposure. We have also had ten enemy craft crash into our nation at various points. A few are fairly strategic, and one is attacking a city. We are orginizing a response to those at this time. Two have appear to have been destroyed, the one landing near Hersa, and one crashed into a plasma generation station and blew a massive hole in some of our energy infastructure."

The Overlord intervened. "The current plan was to surround the enemy, cut them off from further support, and wait for our Herran Fleet to arrive to give us air and space superiority and support. We have prepared our lines to try and bloody the enemy, when the time was right we were going to commit 120,000 of our armored drones with the House Hosts and sweep down out of the mountains. The attack supported by the grav fleet. Our Naval fleet would deploy armored troops on the Kevia mountians with ortillary support. My Kell Lords are trying to get Federation forces to wait to attack at the beaches at the same time. Our current activity has been to destroy these stoats at the beach heads. We don't know how you want to handle your current deployments under this situation, but we assure you that we welcome your help." He is studying the map most carefully, he appears to be fairly young but the eyes study various readouts running along the table and returns his gaze to the visitor.


OOC: That is the whole thing in broad strokes. The base map predates Remmondland but he bought the nation of Kevia.

Along the Remmonlands front line...

The battle between Dozle bots and Executioners had ground down to a stalemate. It seemed the Dozle enemy was endless. The panzerblitz had been stopped in its tracks. The Dozle fighters were too many. A line of 100 Executioners on cargo trucks were en route to reinforce the thinning lines of Executioners.

The Imperial Guard had only advanced slightly more than 3/4 of a mile. However, the Executioners and the Imperial Guard were pushing the Dozle enemy back to the shores.

Once the Dozle forces had been pushed back to the sea, The Imperial Command wants to link with Vrakian forces.

The black mud on the ground was thick, and the snow began to fall more heavily. It seemed ammo trucks were arriving and departing non-stop.

Over 65 Executioners had been destroyed, and 103 Imperial Guards killed...

The LRR main fleet gets off relatively unscathed from the frigates' return fire, jury-rigged shields holding back the greatest amount of dozle fire, and most of the fleet being beyond direct-line fire range, but two Krivak frigates are sunk from the main fleet and one Sovremmeny destroyer is sunk from the bombardment group. It ploughs into the beach and runs aground. The rest of the bombardment group takes heavy losses, and only the Slava class sruisers can get away without any serious damage. The other four Sovremmenys are able to get out to sea beyond the frigates' effective range before two of their number begin to take on water. But the frigates cause the entire LRR fleet to move out of the range of the frigate's guns. Only automated gun cruisers (think monitor except a bit bigger and with 155mm howiters and plasma mortars) venture along the coast, some beaching themselves and operating as temporary sea forts.

Flying low over lake red, a trio of Franconia class frigates, the only LRR heavy ship type capable of reasonable atmospheric manouvering, make a quick pace (500kph) towards lake Olympus. Another trio of frigates waits back at LRR's own cool mountain hangers across the sea, but in short flight to the opposite coast. Modern tech pilots were extremely jealous of the futuretech hangars, because their Jaguars and modified Sukhois had to use fields and roads. Most of the interceptors had been launched, and had joined up with the Logoth fighters as they take off to attack Dozle's orbital forces, and were loaded up with torpedos and plasma mortars to supplement their fast-firing ion cannons, and, while not meant to cut up ships, were excellent against light fighters and torpedos. The hangers, however, are still full of interceptors and several Varlawn bombers, being readied for missions against the Dozle attack force. The Jaguars, tornados, and other attack jets are being held in reserve.

OCC: To get back to the frigates..... *knocks self out of elaboration rampage*

IC: The LRRSVs Caimbridge, Nashua, and New York rush along above the surface of the water, nearing lake olympus.

"Looks like a big boy coming up ahead."
"Good, lets join up with it."
"Lords of War ship, this is LRR frigate wing A. We are at your disposal."

Back at the hangers, crews hurridly arm the Varlawn bombers with nfuel-air explosives and plasma missiles. The Varlawn was the next best thing from the Super Acolyte in terms of firepower in the LRR fleet. It had the same ion cannons as the Blade Mk. 12s, and double the external weapons capacity of a Super Acolyte. However, Varlawn crews still miss the "Frigate Eater" ion cannons, which the super acolyte mounts two, and the heavy armor characteristic of that non-atmospheric capable fighter, world-class by any standard of quality. Ah, those were the good days.

Captain Lewis Kurry climbs into the cockpit of his Varlawn, about the size of an A-20, as the armorers attach the last two fuel-air explosive bombs to its wings. His WO climbs in his backseat position just as Kurry fires up the engines.

"All systems go. Repulsors on."
"Roger that, Blue leader. You are clear for takeoff."
"Roger that control, clear for takeoff."

Kurry manouvers the big craft onto the takeoff strip, and pushes the throttle foreward. The bomber rockets out of the hangar, over the rocky coast, and out to sea, quickly reaching mach 3.

"Blue Leader, this is Blue 1, over."
"Blue Leader, this is Blue 2, over."
"Blue Leader, this is Blue 3, over."
"Blue leader, this is Blue 4, over."
"Agknowledged. Status?"
"All systems go."
"Port gear on manual, but besides that, all systems go."
"Starboard weapons release nogo, but all other systems go."
"All systems go."
"Alright, today we're gonna bomb a Dozle cruiser, crashed in the forest in LOW. Cooridnates are <insert lat. long. here>. Low-altitude level bombing."

The five bombers cruise over the sea at mach 1.5 and high altitude, but as soon as they are over land, the drop to treetop level, and accellerate to nearly mach 3.

At the command center, Lenni and his staff resume their conversation with the L.O.W. command staff.

"As far as we can tell, the Dukratus line is where you said it is. Post-Captain Dali has not been exactly descriptive in his transmissions. Our seismographic monitoring stations, at these positions here," Lenni points to several red dots on the LRR coast, "have picked up the impacts of these ships. We have launched a bomber strike against this cruiser," he points to the forest, "and we have three frigates inbound, ready to join your ships. Airstrikes can be called at will, and we have another three frigates, probably gunships to your standards, ready to launch as soon as a target is designated. Gun cruisers are moving along the coast here," he points to a stretch of coastline along the Remmonlands seacoast, "and they will try to take pressure off the capital. We have recon and light strike units positioned at various points along our line, and they have provided us a good picture of the SOAT frontier. We have a platoon of fast attack vehicles, mostly jeeps and hoverjeeps under the command of Major Hawat, near the forest which can be moved into there if we need any probing attacks on the landed SOATs."

The Dyellian tanks were stopped to refuel. The officers and other soldiers milled around smoking and generally getting in the way of the ressuply effort. Obersturmbannführer Brookes was looking over a map of Vrak, he shook his head, "So where exactly are we?"
His driver, a young looking soldier in black Panzer uniform pointed to a spot on the map, "Here Sir."
"Right. So I'm guessing, at our current rate we'll hit the border in three or four days...excellent."

Meanwhile out to Sea the Dyelli Beybian ships had left port again, sailing North along the West Coast of Klatch. They had been joined by a Tanker in the intervening time, so were expected not to need to stop before reaching Vrak. The Captain of the Lord Fisher had seemed unable to avoid showing off and had powered the huge ship out to Sea at over 40 knotts, although it did cause the bow to dip disturbingly as he did so.

Reichschancellor Wilhelm Einheit: Hacke, get in touch with Vrakian command. I want a link up with Dyelli Beybi armed forces as well. I want a joint effort here, and I want it now...

"Well, alright. We'll stay, then. But we're pinned down here from SOAT fire, and those frigates aren't making things much better! Now, what's your plan? Personally, I wouldn't risk......actually, do you have a radio?"

From the highest buildings, the masts of the two Slava class cruisers and 4 Sovremennys could be seen out to sea, their guns firing in on the 'bots.

In the Remmonlands Capital

"Yeah, sure," the Lieutenant motions for his radio operator. A rough hewn individual comes forward carrying a radio and proceeds to fiddle with it and waiting to hear the frequency by the Captain as he buts out his cigarette.

The Vrakian Lt. shrugs and then starts barking out orders to his men, as they hoist their Dragonslayer heavy machine guns and RPGs to the front.

The Walrus Sea

Not all of the Kravoli boats had arrived. In fact, only about 75 or so came in the first batch fully armed. But they linked up with the VNF Boarhunter and its taskforce.

Admiral "Red" Killamo sent a message to Lord Fisher

[code:1:50d085655b]
Encryption - JDF protocols
To: Lord Fisher
From: Admiral "Red" Killamo

Waiting for you in Walrus Sea. Have sufficient supply ships for both. Kravoli boats arrived - about 75. Have a beer when this is done.
[/code:1:50d085655b]

OOC: Sorry for the short post. Will post more later, especially in regard to the naval battle and front line action on the ground.

Adonis nods after a few moments, "The problem of Rhemmonland's capital seems to be the most pressing, Your Lordship. If you feel that your capital is secure, I can launch a counterattack on the machine's positions with my force and open a passage to Rhemmonland's capital and allowing us to reinforce the city's defenders with greater ease. My own naval units can clear a path along the corridor between the mountains of Rhemmonland and the North Sea. I can then take three battlegroups and begin an assault with the intent to clear all the machines on the western side of the mountains. Eventually I will meet up with the city's defenders and we can decide how to carry the war to the rest of Dozle's army."
Suddenly Adonis' comm link chirps, "If you will execuse me."
After a few moments of close consultation with the man on the screen, Adonis looks up, his face grave.
"It appears, Your Lordship, that the machines have started their assault on Proxima Centauri, our Fatherland. Reports are sketchy but it seems orbital bombardment has commenced, and our own fleets are moving to engage. It appears that our actions here have annoyed 'Ego Boy' more than I had anticipated."

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At sea Admiral Michael Perry stands on the bridge of the Bartholomew and looks at the fleet laid out before him.
He turns to the awaiting adjutant, "Give the order, tell the battleships and cruisers to open fire."
"Yes, Admiral."
Minutes later the massive batteries of the Blue Fleet's battleships' swing into motion. Six quad-batteries move grimly to their mark their targets, and then the shelling commences. Vast neo titanium rounds sail toward the coast of Rhemmonland, targeting the machine emplacements. They are soon followed by a fire of lighter batteries and missiles from the battleships. Then the fleet's primary long-range missile cruisers make their own contribution to the barrage. Precision computer guided missiles sail on a course set for destruction. The barrage seems never-ending, and fed by several "armory" ships kept close by, it has that possibility.
The screams of Needle interceptors and bombers fills the air, as thy fly rapidly to engage the forces of Dozle stations along Rhemmonland's west coast.

OOC:
Attack:
Continous naval bombardment on Dozle's positions from battleship batteries and missiles. Focused on the capital and areas south of the capital.
Missiles are precision guided assault warheads, guided bunker busters, and Chariot-class bomblet missiles designed to spread large amounts of explosives over a specific array (cluster missiles), and finally Minerva-class smart missiles designed to hunt down slow moving targets or destroy large masses of fast moving targets.

ooc/ let's try this again, i tried before and it swallowed my post /ooc

*A group of infantry men slowly dragged a large device out onto the streets, the device a large cylindrical head mounted on a circular base and pointing towards 1 of the frigates, the troops quickly finishes placing the device and 1 of them activates it and the automated tracking devices, the device now slowly tracking the closest of the Dozle frigates as a blue glow slowly comes into existence behind the glass covering on the end of the cylinder, a blue glow that becomes intenser every passing moment and that is certain to attract some attention. In the background a number of MMBTs, LLAVs and MLAVs take up positions to fire at the frigate as well, however they do not yet and instead cloak their electromagnetic signature as much as possible, the distinct hum of a Fusion reactor filling the air as the device glows brighter and brighter*

*In other parts of the city various infantry groups are demolishing buildings and laying booby-traps to slow down the SOAT advances once they enter the capital, the troops themselves then retreat towards the center of the city and begin barricading the only 4 bridges into said central, the central part of the city being surrounded by a deep and wide canal, big enough for the largest of super-tankers to pass freely, yet sealable by a number of massive bulkheads only a few km in each direction of the canal, which splits its way around the central part of the city. A few troops pour out vats of chemicals into the water as the bulkheads finish closing and lock off the canal from the rest of the world by several inches of heavily reinforced plastics, ceramics and metals, forged in such a way as to be resistant to the highly corrosive materials now being poured into the canal to prevent SOATs from crossing the river by any other means then the bridges. Which where built to survive substantial bombing and thus can't be brought down with the conventional and limited supplies of explosives availble to the troops*

*In a far away and deserted part of the southern Remmonlands an automated launch platform becomes active and a large rocket slowly begins rolling into position, mounted on the rocket is a large shuttlelike spacevessel with a large cargobay and 3 huge solid booster rockets. Inside the computers begin calibrating themselves and establishing their position on the planet and the position of every, friendly and hostile, object in space while the system counts down the mere 30 seconds to launch*

ooc/ surprise, some more of the Remmonlands special thingies for you to get Dozle, namely the Heavy Maser Defense Cannon (HMDC, a prototype i must add), the world famous booby-trapping of a large part of the city and retreating most of the remaining troops into the center of that city and Project 131, a classified space project which i'm not going to reveal right now /ooc

EDIT: Double Post

"Well, alright. We'll stay, then. But we're pinned down here from SOAT fire, and those frigates aren't making things much better! Now, what's your plan? Personally, I wouldn't risk......actually, do you have a radio?"

From the highest buildings, the masts of the two Slava class cruisers and 4 Sovremennys could be seen out to sea, their guns firing in on the 'bots.

In the Remmonlands Capital

"Yeah, sure," the Lieutenant motions for his radio operator. A rough hewn individual comes forward carrying a radio and proceeds to fiddle with it and waiting to hear the frequency by the Captain as he buts out his cigarette.

The Vrakian Lt. shrugs and then starts barking out orders to his men, as they hoist their Dragonslayer heavy machine guns and RPGs to the front.

The Walrus Sea

Not all of the Kravoli boats had arrived. In fact, only about 75 or so came in the first batch fully armed. But they linked up with the VNF Boarhunter and its taskforce.

Admiral "Red" Killamo sent a message to Lord Fisher

[code:1:d28e0040c9]
Encryption - JDF protocols
To: Lord Fisher
From: Admiral "Red" Killamo

Waiting for you in Walrus Sea. Have sufficient supply ships for both. Kravoli boats arrived - about 75. Have a beer when this is done.
[/code:1:d28e0040c9]

OOC: Sorry for the short post. Will post more later, especially in regard to the naval battle and front line action on the ground.

In the city.....

"They should pick up any frequency."
"Sir, the big ships are being pummeled by the frigates!"
"That wrecks my plan...."
"Wait.....there's a line of gun cruisers coming up the coast!"
"Excellent! Those gun cruisers will definately take pressure off us."
"Cruiser command, this is 1 NI requesting fire support, over."
"Roger that, 1 NI. Coordinates?"
"Blanket fire from 1 to 15 kilometers north of the city."
"Roger that, 1 NI. Fire mission confirmed."

The gun cruisers turn their automated turrets at the given coordinates and begin lobbing 155mm high explosive shells at the area.

At sea......

Admiral Farragut continues to stand on his lofty perch on the mast of his Kirov. All around him, missiles streak out of their vertical launch bays at the frigates. In the distance, the smoke and vapor trails of the Valinon missiles are clearly visible against the sky. All around him, the entire LRR surface fleet launches its ordanance, resupplied by nearby ammunition ships.

"Move our fleet in to join the Valinon battlegroup!"
"Aye, sir! Valinon battlegroup, this is the LRRNS Baba O'Reily and LRR surface warfare fleet. We are en route to join your battlegroup, over."

The LRR fleet continues to move around wildly as it moves to join up with Valinon a short distance away.

Meanwhile, the LRR missile boats reappear in the battle area, fully armed with a variety of missiles. They travel in no specific formation, with their EM cloaks on full, but still maintaining a good 60 knots. The Bora and Skjold missile boats speed around, headed towards the Vrakian Kravoli boats.

On the bridge of the LRRNS Goose Bay, a Bora class corvette, commander Hamilton Pennino stands at the helm of his ship, its throttle pushed all the way foreward. Outside, CIWS systems can be seen tracking any missile that gets within their range, but not firing unless they start in towards the ship. Its 130mm automatic cannon swivels from side to side, and fires several practice rounds into the water.

"Vrakian Kravoli boats, this is the 8th missile regiment, and we are inbound to your position with 12 Bora class and 8 Skjold class missile boats."

Of course, behind the 8th, there was the rest of the LRR missile flotilla. Several Bras d'Or class hydrofoils also tag along, their new RBS-20 ASMs mounted in aerodynamic silos on their aft decks. Behind the fast-moving missile boats, 5 Albatross (Grisha) class corvettes plod along at a stable 20 knots. They, instead of usual ASW gear, carry a set of rocket artillery launchers, and two 130mm cannons. They move to within 75km of the Remmonland coast, and run parallel with the beach.

"Weapons targeted!"
"Open fire!!!!"

The corvettes launch their rockets at SOAT concentrations around the city and in the countryside.

OCC: Valinon, I can have a fleet out to Proxima Centuari very fast if you need it, and I'm guessing some reinforcements couldn't hurt. Could we have the link?

________________________________________

BEGIN SECURE MESSAGE

To: Vrak Military Command
From: Reichswehr Imperial Guard

Request link-up at sea and ground. Have many ships available for use. Request sector near your coordinates to fight. Have pushed Dozle forces back over 2 miles.

END SECURE MESSAGE
________________________________________

OOC: Normally, I would say you could come, but this time I will have to decline. You see the other PCDI members are really looking down on outside interference in this matter, and to RP Valinon seriously I'd have to agree with them. We have the "if we can't defend the Fatherland, then it should just be burned" mentality.

"Admiral," says the communications officer, "LRR fleet is hailing us. They wish to join our formation."
Perry nods, "Very well, Lieutenant, feed them our coordinates."
"Yes, Admiral."
Perry watches as the bombardment continues. It has been thirty minutes now, a never-ending stream of bombardment from his fleet. And still the hail of batteries and missiles continues, rending and tearing at the shores of Rhemmonland, trying to eliminate a plague from its soil by any cost necessary.

*****************

In orbit over Earth, Valmont watches as the swathe of energy sweeps toward the Valinor ships. Gunships and destroyers are shattered and broken, light cruisers are caught without their shields fully charged, and three heavy cruisers are destroyed by the slicer cannons.
Valmont watches as the fire impacts against the shields of the larger, heaver ships of the wall. He waits until it is done.
"Damage?" he says.
"30 gunships destroyed, 8 destroyers, 5 light cruisers, and 3 heavy cruisers. Damage to 4 other destroyers and 2 light cruisers, all ships of the wall report in damage to shields. They are recompensating with reactor power distribution."
"Status of the formation?"
"All surviving ships are in wall of battle formation 32-C."
"Good. Give the order, fire pattern gamma-zee-delta-three. Have the fighters retreat."
Valmont watches as the displays jump to life, a full broadside is deployed from the Star Armada force.

OOC:
888 ECM missiles screening for rest of missile fire
988 150 megaton nuclear warheads, targeted to various, proximity detonation, group attack phase
Energy fire continous

The sea

The VNF Cry of Abandonment took the full brunt of the Dozle frigate broadside and was lost, along with two nearby destroyers. However, there still remained six more battleships and a broadside from any one of them would give any military commander pause. The lead three replied with their 17”shells from the bow [two forward batteries – 6 turrents each; rate of fire 1 shell/30 seconds] while the other three wheeled into a broadside position. The remaining cruisers let loose their surface to air missiles at the frigate to compliment the LRR and Valinon attack. All ships spent their remaining surface to surface missiles at any remaining torpedo boats and enemy ground assets. The VNF Destiny’s Fist moved more to the rear of the task force.

The 5 lead amphibious ships let loose their landing craft which sped for the shore. Artillery systems from the battleships plus the own amphibious ships systems covered their push. Behind them, the 15 amphibious ships spread apart and closed in, hopefully to make it harder for the enemy to target all at once. The helicopters from the amphibious ships lifted off, to hunt SOATs and to quickly bring in more troops to the beleaguered capitol. Somehow, 8 of the 16 transport helicopters in the second wave arrived at the capital, disembarking 128 troops.

The combat helicopters were still hunting SOATs, keeping close to the surface while the aircraft and AA systems defended the best they could against the interceptors. Two frigates were overwhelmed by Dozle interceptor fire.

The subs

The sailor, after closing the hatch, panted and though The enemy! Here! On the sub! Quickly he made his way to his captain. The news caused worry and morale slumped at this new development. How to counteract such a threat? The Captain, however, being a steely eyed sailor broadcast this to the rest of the sub fleet and a secure message to Admiral Killamo. Then, the subs began to surface. At least if the subs were attacked perhaps the SOATs would be closer to the surface and in plainer view of the helicopters – and a better chance of a rescue from their comrades. Or so it was thought.


Somewhere in Vrak

[code:1:1c55102124]
Encryption: international protocols - Max

To: Reichswehr Imperial Guard; Dukratus; LOW, all other FKC nations et. al.
To: LRR Command; Valinon Command
From: Vrak Military High Command

We are probing the Vrak/Remmonlands border with about 3 tank divisions, 2 artillery divisions, and 10 heavy infantry divisions. Building up is commencing. Border is secure, Still continuing reconnaissance and long-range artillery strikes. Extremely long-range artillery (Titan guns) assisting LOW efforts.. Rail lines are strained and one space fragment destroyed a supply convoy – causing a rockslide. Our sea assets are taking a pounding. Attempting to land forces in the capital of Remmonlands. Reinforcements with Dyelli Beybi and LRR are linking in Walrus Sea.

Concerns:

Extremely high-speed Dozle interceptors.
SOATs can travel underwater.
SOATs can vent flack – disrupting low flying aircraft.
[/code:1:1c55102124]

Vrak/Remmonlands border

The rocket artillery continued their pounding, not having moved from their border position. However, the ground troops, upon seeing the SOATs would first open up with machine gun fire and grenades. When their position would seem to be compromised, they would scuttle back to their armoured BMPs and turn. The tanks, built for heavy fighting, would lob their 125 mm HE rounds at the enemy – primarily looking for other larger targets – such as other tanks. The tanks were supported by other anti-tank vehicles. Once they ran out, they would strategically retreat. The AA assets, including the Gepard Nims and BRDM-2 using the SA-9 Gaskin would cover for air threats. The artillery positions would be the last ditch area before retreat. Some commanders however were too eager and didn’t stick with the battle plan, having over extended themselves. Essentially, the SOAT response was hard to assess.

[OOC: Basically here, I’m probing your defenses. I really don’t know what losses you took here from my initial assault. Assume 3 tank divisions, 2 artillery divisions, and 10 heavy infantry divisions. Exact breakdown will be on the OOC thread and we can discuss losses there.]

Throughout the rest of the kingdom

Moral was still high. The evilness of the SOATs was played up, and anti-robot sediment was at an all time high. In fact, some extreme Luddite groups that managed to escape persecution were silently soliciting members. Also, other death cults were slowly creeping in – but the secret police was quite efficient, silencing dissent.

Logistical efforts were being aided with the arrival of heavy lifting dirigibles while special weaponry were being transported to the front along with some instructors.

OOC:
Losses: 1 more BB and 2 destroyers. 8 transport helicopters.

**In Space**

The Fleet continued foward, ignorning the missiles till they were within range of the PD systems. Streamers of laser and clouds of missiles errupted from the hulls, targeting and destroying the incoming weapons, though not nearly as effective as the scatter torps. 30 destroyers crumble under the barrage, and ten light cruisers fall out of formation, massive holes ripped from their hulling by repeated hits. 15 more of the light cruisers are damaged, falling back to be joined by 3 damaged heavy cruisers, and a battlecruiser missing its bridge and nose section, looking as if some massive creature had taken a bite out of the nearly two mile long behemoth. The remaining ships open fire with torpedoes, sending 3,000 scything through the inky darkness, laced with energy weapon fire from the broadside batteries. The flagship turns, presenting its underbelly to the ships, while a massive cannon, easily three km long, turns and beginst to charge, a bright light with a black core forming deep within it. It aims towards the largest Valnor vessel, the Gravitational Distortion Projector preparing to fire for the first time in its history.


**Lord of War, Cruiser 2&3 Crash site**

The SOATs spill from the two ships, as if ants, feasting on the bloated carcass of a beached whale. They form rivers of metal as they move towards the mono-rail and unnatural hill, las cannons firing at its support beams in an attempt to further dismantal the LoW transit system.

**Lord of War, Cruiser Crash site, forrest**

A few SOATs are blown away before they scurry to find cover. The single remaing plasma lance on the cruiser swivels and targets the tower, firing a near light speed fusion bomb at. The target neutralized, or so they thought, the SOATs scurried onward, only to be torn apart by the LRR bombers. The Cruiser took hit after hit, its hull denting inward, slowly returning to its orriginal shap each time as massive explosives ripped through armor, SOAT and forrest indescriminatly.

**Lord of War, Cruiser 5&6 Crash site, Lake**

The two cruisers started flooding through open hatches as the bombers began thier runs, lodging chunks of shrapnel deep inside neo-titanum plating, ripping through the tungstun ceramite heat shielding and allowing the superheated steam into the divits, raising the teperature to uncomfortable levels. . . or levels that would be uncomfortable had any biologicla beings been aboard.

**Lord of War, Cruiser 5&6 Crash site, Lake Hanger**

The SOATs scramble over the rubble, one upsetting and detonating the plasma bomb, turning he and three of his fellows to slag spikes embedded in the far wall. They quickly cut through the door to hanger three, only to be greeted by a wall of ionic cannon fire, super heating the bots and boiling them away to metal vapor. A single SOAT trots like a puppy to the open doorway, remaining out of sight of the guns, and begins to tap commands on a satchel. the bot grabs it by the handle and tosses it into the hanger, the bag opening out and a large metalic sphere rolling out. . . A Takatanium snowball. . . or cold fusion bomb. Within a matter of moments it detonates, dropping the temperature in hanger three to near absolute zero, freezing the air itself into a solid, which rapidly beginst to sublime back to gas. A large majority of bots are frozen as well, and a few are crushed as the skeletal structure is caught in the solidified air, cracking and crushing as it rapidly contracts. The survivors clamber onto of the solid air, automatic coilguns firing through the fog into the cockpits of the fighters.

**Lord of War, Cruiser Crash site, Tarka City **

The ship takes moderate damage, as shot after shot of small arms fire pours into it, gradualy chipping through the thick hull. The bots scurry along the sewer, reaching the areas still occupied by enemy troops, and bursting forth, blades gleeming in the air as they move to hand to hand combat.

**Lord of War, Cruiser Crash site, The House of Galth**

The squad finaly breaches the wall, pouring into the hallway only to be blown to pieces by the plasma bombs planted. No matter though, as even more bots pile through. The bots pounding on the door stop, and head towards the breach, one of which planting a final diversion, a plasma warhead from one of the torpedeo bays against the door. As the SOATs move out of the blast radius, the charge detonates, sending searing heat against the door, and beginign to superheat the hull of the downed cruiser. The missiles strike it, digging deeping through the heated metal and digging gouges through it, though none manage to penetrate its thick hide.

**Remmonlands Capital**

The SOATs jockeyed for possition while entering the city, a few falling from the bridge into the corrosive liquid below, thier skeletons pitting and rusting almost instantly as the bots mindlessly waded back to shore, apearing hideously deformed and unable to properly aid in combad. The frigates float into the city, weapons batteries firing at will against any target that makes itself visible. The frigate targeted by the grazer flashes as it is hit, the absorbtion shields failing under the power of the blow. A strafing of weapons battry fire, heavy railguns and high powered laswers against the crew attempts to silence it perminatly.

**West Germanian line, Remmonlands**

A line of SOATs meed the Germanians, claws outstreched. They leap into the fray with flashing blade and blazing auto-coilguns, working a bizzare form of kung-fu alternating between short ranged bladed combat, and long ranged shooting combat. To some, the intriqute dance would be seen as ammusing, to others, a thing of beauty, though the red flecks of blood from their strikes showed the dance to be a thing of war, and nothing less.

**Vrakian submarines

As the subs begin to rise, the SOATs contiune to cut, though as they breach the surface, a few enterprising move towards the hatches, blasting through it with thier las cannons, and dropping, blade first, into the sub to dispatch the crew first hand.

**Somewhere over the Remmonlands Coastline, Adamite Frigates

Two Frigates fall to the Vrakian battleship volley, anouther listing heavily as shell after shell slams throuhg its 500 meter length. The striken frigates fall into the ocean, rapidly disapearing from site, however, literaly hundreds of the ships remain, firing at will at all ships in range. 100 of them break off, and head towards the Valnor Blue Fleet in the distance, determined to put an end to the nuisence once and for all.

**Onrout to Daikerta**

A wing of Adamite interceptors fall from the newcoming carriers, dropping through the atmosphere to protect Dozle's powerbase in Daikerta. They streak through the atmosphere at high speeds, leaving plasma trails behind them as they hurry to intercept the LoW fighters.

Despite Dyelli Beybi's reservations about getting involved in the war, the Vrakian border post was greeted by the arrival of 60 or so half-track motor cycles, each towing a trailer with a small anti-tank gun and locker full of ammunition, "Chaingun batteries." one Officer explained.

Imperial Commander van Stul lifted his OICW and fired off multiple rounds just before being clawed by enemy SOATs. The battle had been raging for days. Though the Executioners experienced few attritions, the Imperial Guard was suffering. Heavy gunfire against SOATs filled the air with the scent of gunpowder and death. Blood caked the soil, and Imperial Guards were pouring in constantly to provide reinforcements.

Feldmarshal First Class Rudolf Küll: Command, this is Küll. Send 4th and 7th tank divisions to Western Front, ASAP. Emergency situation.

He thought to himself, "My men are being slaughtered. This tank blitz has to work, or we'll have to fall back. 467 losses in two days..."

*A few seconds later the HMDC reached full charge, the blue glow now at absolutely blinding levels as the weapon fired, a streak of invisible maser energy instantly closing the gap between the cannon and the Dozle frigate, the air glowing a deep blue from the sheer energy release as the weapon immediatly began recharging and preparing to fire again, in the background the 2 MMBTs fired their masers into the stricken frigate as well, adding to the destruction now being caused by the various troops and LLAVs and MLAVs pouring firepower into it*

*In the center of the city troops and tanks fought with massive determination and reasonable success to keep the SOATs off the bridges as dozens and dozens of the completely unprepared bots fell off the bridge, tried to swim across or simply got blasted into slag by various bursts of laser and maser fire, a group of people quickly finishes another maser cannon on a nearby building and adds to the fray below by randomly pulsing the maser beam into SOAT groups, each pulse causing a small explosion where it hit the ground as the asphalt literally exploded under the SOATs, sending pieces of razor-sharp material flying into them from below*

*On the launchpad project 131 finished the pre-launch sequence as the 3 massive solid boosters ignited, a number of small explosive charges adding to the scene as the entire craft was engulfed in a burst of immense flame, only to reappear above the charred launchpad mere seconds later, its target, the Dozle flagship and anything around it. On board the automated offensive targetting system calculated the best trajectory to its target and adjusted its course to follow said trajectory, its main weapon coming online only as the ship left earth orbit and began slowly opening the 2 cargo bay doors to reveal the fragile insides, the composite materials in the hull dampening the ship's EM signature greatly to hide the immense power usage within the small ship. It like all other Remmonland weapons counted on range, surprise and accuracy to do its job and once launched the vessel became almost unstoppable and with the advent of space combat between the adamite and the Valnor fleets made it a small, unimportant dot on the many ship's sensor screens.*

ooc/ what was that with the Grazer?? i didn't know anybody was setting up a Grazer /ooc

OCC: All this anti-robot feeling might work against me! The LRR army has a lot of robots in it! Of course, not like SOATs. Robots in LRR are not crazy war machines.

IC:

At Sea

The Baba O'Reily, the flagship of the LRRN, and newly outfitted for futuretech combat, quickly picks up the incoming frigates.

"Sir! Dozle frigates inbound!"
"Damnit! Missiles?"
"Us and the Pinball Wizard are fully loaded, all other ships report an average of 90% ammunition."
"Target the missile systems on the ships, bring us around, 50 degrees port!"
"Aye, sir!"
"Missile boats?"
"They're on their way. They report no losses."
"Ok, continue the turn, bring us head-to-head with the frigates!"
"Aye, sir!"
"Point defense on-line! HEPD on-line! All missile systems on-line!"
"Valinon fleet, we read you, and we will join formation as soon as possible."

The rest of the fleet turns to face the frigates, bringing their missile silos to bear. The Slava cruisers present their fearsome 16-tube SS-N-30 systems, and soon missiles start flying out of their tubes.

On the Sovremenny class destroyer Cape May, the missile systems come fully on-line. The helmsman brings the ship around, following the lead of the giant Kirovs and smaller but still quite large Slavas.

"All missile systems are on line! We are inside missile range!"
"Launch!"

The destroyer's eight ASMs, modified to down large enough airborne targets, leap out of their silos, leaving trails of smoke behind. Out of the vertical launch silos, SA-20 AAMs streak towards the Dozle frigates. All around, LRR ships fire their missiles at the dozle frigates, several thousand missiles in total, and arsenal ships already begin to offload their cargoes into the empty destroyers and frigates. Of course, a wing (4) of Torpedo Frigates could almost double that amount, but there was no sign of the fleet since the destroyers Kamakazied.

In Space[b]

A contingent of 25 frigates heads in at full hyperspace speeds to earth, ready to reinforce the LOW and Valinon forces. The biggest LRR fleets, however, continue to build up in their remote deep space lairs, building as many frigates and fighters as can be crewed, so soon the three battlefleets are quite sizeable, and ready to take on Dozle in the final battle.........

[b]Over the Forest

"Confirmed weapons hits!"
"Weapons?"
"Clean."
"Clean."
"I've still got three fuel-air bombs, and a rocket pod."
"I've got six fuel-air bombs, two rocket pods, and two HE missiles."
"We're clean. Secondary or home?"
"Secondary. We've still got ion cannons."
"Albeit not as powerful as we would like. There should be some frigates in the area. Ok, head over towards the monorail site."
"Right away."

The bombers form up and head to the crash site for cruisers 2&3 at low level.

The outskirts of the capital

Duke Roberto and his 2 naval infantry batallions reach the outskirts of the Remmonlands capital. Their high speed and manouverability allowed the naval infantrymen to get this far, but they just managed to evade the SOATs to get in to reinforce the capital.

Duke Roberto sits in the passenger's seat of the lead hovertank as it speeds into the outskirts of the capital, past the damaged buildings and wrecked vehicles.

"Where are our forces?"
"They're in further, close to the coast."
"How far?"
"100 kilometers, for safety."

The lead column of hovertanks continues deeper into the city, never letting up its speed, and blasting SOATs that try to stop the advance.

The Mobile DOS drones swarm into action at the oncoming missile wave. Over a thousand interception missiles constitute the AIs first defense against the attack that threatens to consume the ships they reside on. Next the DOS network flies in close, becoming furies armed with fast-repaeating laser rounds, deadly red blots slice through space, as the agile drones slive through missile after missiles. Flares of brighter like mark where the drones fire their main particle cannons, destroying entire swaths of missiles.
Even all this is still not enough. Nearly 700 missiles slip through the DOS drones. The point defenses of the ships swing into action. Hails of interception missiles, decoys, rapid fire lasers, and pulse cannons sweep through the oncoming horde, desperately trying to destroy them all. It does not end well. Explosions ripple through the fleet, if not from the missiles then from the energy fire that consumes some of the weakened ships. Even the Fearless and the core of the Valinor formation rocks as the massive barrage finds them.
"Damage reports!" snaps Valmont.
"10 gunships, 6 destroyers, 4 light cruisers, and 2 heavy cruisers destroyed, Admiral. Critical damage reports from 2 destroyers, 1 light cruiser, and 1 heavy cruiser. Also the battlecruiser Thoth is reporting severe damage to her starboard side generators. The battleship Crucible says that she has lost 75% of her starboard weapons batteries."
"Sir! The machine flagship is charging its gravitation disrupter cannon!"
Valmont sits silent for a few moments.
"Send the message through the jump space beacon," he says gravely. "Meanwhile I want a return response to this. Target the flagship, and load the Cereberuses."
"Admiral?" says his senior tactical officer.
"I know well the number we have of them, Captain. Load the Cerebersues and have the Zeus, the Cassopeia, and the Ceres ready a full ECM screen wave. Have the other ships launch Skippers and x-rays."
"Yes, Admiral."

OOC:
900 ECMs, covering the Cerebersuses
250 Cerebersus 295 Megatons, targeted to the flagship
800 x-ray ship killer warheads
288 Skipper stealth missiles

****************

Lord Adonis watches from atop a Leman Russ Mk. II main battle tank as three battlegroups of the First and Only prepare to begin their march to the Rhemmonland's capital up its west coast. He nods, and disappears back into the newest of the Sardaukar tanks.
"Begin the march, the fleet is retargeting northward."
"Yes, My Lord," says the comm officer.
The orders rapidly spread throughout the body of troops. The massive wave of Infantry Fighting Vehicles (IFVs), Leman Russes, Armored Troop Carriers (ATCs), and Vertage light and medium tanks break into motion under the cover of a horde of agile jet coptors.
The vast body begins to advance northward. Leaving a single battlegroup in reserves.

OOC:
http://ghoul.flipcode.com/3dm/hov-tanks/all-ht.jpg
Leman Russ MK. II
Adonis has around 350 of these of various configurations

*****************

Perry watches as the sensors become alive with the incoming ships flying toward the Blue Fleet task force.
"Have the secondary missile cruisers retarget and engage. I want the battleships to use pulser Gatlins in conjunction with our own. Have the frigates and destroyers do the same. Signal Needler squadrons 3, 6, 8, 9, 10, and 15 to intercept. I want the primary missile cruisers to continue that bombardment pattern."
The Blue Fleet brings the double-barreled pulser Gatlin cannons to bear. A storm of explosive SHARD darts swarm toward the ships bearing down on the Blue Fleet. The focusing pattern gives the appearence of glittering funnels and currents, focusing on the formations of the machines with unnerving precision. Meanwhile the Aegis-class secondary missile cruisers send out a hail of missiles designed to ward of attacking ships, closely followed by the scattered missile fire of the frigates. The three Megladon-class super carriers remain silent, except for their Gatlin batteries.

OOC:
Focused pulser Gatlin fire on incoming ships followed by missiles from secondary missile cruisers and frigates. Targets determined by threat they pose to the fleet.

******************

The Kommandant listens as the message from Valmont comes in.
Commence the jump
Yes, Kommandant
Eight strange new ships exit jump space almost precisely in between the Valinor and machine fleets. The ships bare no markings except for a strange V-like emblem riding on their sides. They hang between the two ships, as if patiently awaiting the charging disruptor.
Prepare the MACs
Yes, Kommandant
Order the shielders to their positions and prepare to scramble all fighter drones
Yes, Kommandant
The long barrels of the MACs begin to glow at their bases at the prow of the ship, as the first energ gates charge and ready.

Myrmidon Ship Schematic (http://www.wolfsshipyard.mystarship.com/Drawings/Earth/Warlock.gif)

http://hyperspace.isnnews.net/ea/eawarlock.jpg

http://www.tp2b.de/meshes/ea_warlock_s.jpg

http://www.tp2b.de/meshes/ea_warlock.jpg

Images of the ships

A message was broadcast by radio, hitting all frequencies with no attempt whatsoever to encode, as was usual with Dyelli Beybian Communications, "This is Konteradmiral Ewing. It is highly recommended all foreign naval craft retreat to Vrak. I repeat. It is highly recommended all foreign naval craft retreat to Vrak. The Dyelli Beybian fleet will rendezvous with you there."

At sea

A cheer went up from the crews as the Dozle frigates sank into the frigid North Sea but quickly turned to dismay. Two more destroyers and a cruiser took the brunt of another broadside while the battleship crews gamely kept up the rhythm of the 17” gun pounding

Admiral Killamo though, saw things differently. The SOATs attacking the sub caught everyone off guard and the arrival of more frigates – nearly one hundred at last count, made up his mind. It was time for a strategic retreat. Grimly, he plugged into his headset and, while the comm officer encrypted, Killamo spoke:

[code:1:25fef4467b]
Encryption: international protocols – Max
To: Vrak fleetwide, LRR, Valinon, FKC, et. Al
From: Admiral “Bear” Killamo

Recommend strategic retreat to nearest Vrak port. Dozle firepower too great to counter at the moment. We estimate nearly 100 of those flying frigates, as well as numerous hovercraft. Coordinates being relayed now.
[/code:1:25fef4467b]

I hate to run, but I will get this Dozle. One way or another he thought.

The first five amphibious ships had expended their load. It was unknown how many would make it. The other 15 turned and sped their way to the retreat zone, with the rest of the ships providing cover. The submarines, however, were a different story. The sailors fought bravely, but were overmatched by the ruthless SOATs. Few, if any, made it to the few helicopters that were tasked to rescue them. However, when word was first received about the SOAT boarding, the order to scuttle the crafts was given. The combat helicopters kept away the hovercraft with their remaining rockets and mercilessly chaingunned the SOATs with their 30 mm mounted guns.

[OOC: My mistake earlier in the stats for the Soyuz III battleship. Anyhow, each ship has 9 17” turrents divided equally among 3 batteries; 2 bow and 1 stern. 3 battleships are firing full broadsides while the other 3 are firing from their bow guns, attempting to cover the amphibious landing ships. Each amphibious ship (Ivan Rogov) carries a full battalion of troops (432) plus 24 main battle tanks – manned. Think like a miniature D-day here.]

On land

Resistance had been less than expected, although some tanks and infantry companies were lost. The artillery positions amazingly had not been directly challenged, and the troops tasked with their defense had begun digging in entrenchments while the AA and AT battalions scanned warily. The other tank companies along with their infantry support, began to roam the countryside looking for SOATs and other enemy assets to destroy while the artillery pinpointed the last known SOAT dropship locations. Recon patrols were sent out to ascertain the latest SOAT positions and to call in the appropriate tank and artillery fire when needed.

[OOC: I really don’t know what losses to post since I’m unclear at this juncture how the land battle is going. Losses say, about 1 tank company (64 tanks) and 1 infantry battalion (432 troops).]

Vrak/Remmonland border

The main line continued to see division after division streaming in. Massive amounts of men and equipment could be seen. The rocket artillery stopped since it was believed that the SOATs must have moved from their drop positions by now. Long-range recon aircraft and satellites were sending in the latest images to the forward command base which relayed the information to the Vrak Military High Command. Some of the soldiers and officers stopped to examine and praise the recent Dyelli Beybian “chaingun batteries.”

Further down, the Titans roared, spewing 300 mm death into Remmonland SOAT positions. The General in charge of this group was quickly patched through to the LOW commander so as to avoid any friendly fire.

The Walrus Sea

Admiral “Red” Killamo viewed the latest intel reports with concern. He looked out on the flight deck of his flagship, the Boarhunter and dreamt tactics while waiting for the other allied forces. The remaining Kravoli craft had arrived, bringing the final total to 200 of the deadly but yet untested patrol craft.

In the Remmonlands capitol

The latest Vrakian marines (128) who arrived were led by a Captain Irk, with cigarette and machine gun at the ready. The good Captain gave a salute to the nearest LRR officer and, grinning psychotically, said, “I’m Captain Irk and these are my blood brothers! Were are these f&^*ing robots?” Irk was a member of the nefarious and numerous Nef desert tribes, who were reputed to skewer people for sport and wear their scalps.

Somewhere in Vrak…

[code:1:25fef4467b]
Encryption: JDF protocols – Max
To: North Germania

Suggest strategic retreat to Vrak border. Our nearby forces will attempt to link up and reinforce your position. Direct further relays to General Riouk, who is currently leading the Vrakian forces in Remmonlands.
[/code:1:25fef4467b]

OOC: We are beginning a naval strategic retreat with a land strategic retreat if the fighting gets too hot. After all, these are only probing efforts.

OOC: Ah, for the allied naval guys; Vrak has a few large cities along the North Sea. If you can make it, head to anyone of them. Base #10, a major military base – is located near the Vrak/Remmonlands border but further up the Vrak coast and is perhaps the closest place for a retreat. It also is heavily defended.

edit: Ack! Forgot to post losses for the subs! Let's say 7/8 didn't make it while the survivor is retreating along with the fleet. It also surfaced.

-=|Ivash Air Base: Northern Dukratus|=-

The duty officer wearily looked out over the command room. All around him officers ran about as they tried to keep up with the demand for refueling, supplies, and more transports. A sigh escaped him This bloody place has been nothing but a staging site for the past day, I've seen more armor and armaments get loaded into more transports then I've seen in 10 years of service.... Another sigh escaped him as he spotted a comm officer run up to his avatar position.

Comm: "Sir! We have new orders from command!"
CO: "Give them here..."
Encrypt: ----------------- A2E110420

[code:1:8849ed610a]
From: D.M.W.D
To: Northern Air Bases - Ivash, Hijima, Reniska

Standing Orders:
>Provide transport and support for land defensive/offensive.
>Provide evacuation craft

New Orders:
> Prepare and launch 5 bomber wings loaded with high yield AP Flechett/KE 'Daisy Cutter' warheads for carpet bombing runs against highly saturated areas of hostiles. Targeting data will be sent in-air.

>END TRANSMISSION<
[/code:1:8849ed610a]

A smile crossed the commander’s face as he stood up.

CO: "LISTEN UP! I want the 4th and 5th airstrips cleared for launch. Ready the 238th thru 242nd bomber wings and the 110th thru 120th interceptor wings for immediate flight, payload daisy cutters. They'll be getting targeting data in-flight."

-=|Vrak Coast: Staging Area|=-

40 Dukratus subs of varying class and purpose arrived at first, followed by 10 Dukratian Coastal Barrage Battleships. Fleet Admiral Kelwar Vas`mar looked out from the bridge tower at the fleet of amassing vessels. He walked over to the comm station and opened an encrypted comm channel to Admiral Killamo.

"Admiral Killamo, this is Fleet Admiral Kelwar Vas'mar of the Dukratus Royal Navy, 4th Assault Fleet. We have 10 hunter/seeker subs, 20 long range surface assault subs, and 10 heavy tactical assault subs as well as 10 coastal barrage battleships for your disposal."

-=|Remmonland: Dukratus Line|=-

The battling had been intense in the dukratus camp during the past few days. The general got up from his cot, just having finished a 10 minute nap as best he could with the continuous thunder of the staggered cannon firing. He stepped out of his tent and back into his personal hell. The area around him was littered with miscellanous metal and organic bits that hadn't been quiet cleaned up, and the smell of smoke and blood permiatted the air. Despite the SOAT's advance, the dukratus line had held, if not for atrocious loses. Nearly all of the original troops that had been sent were dead, and 70% of the original artillery and tanks that was sent in the first wave were now nothing more but an armor wall put up in the 'general' front. An officer ran up to him.

"General sir! Comm has come in that the air force is sending in bomber wings to try and take out the robots repair line and to try and soften up the second spearhead. We have also requested the delivery of more forced cooling coolant as we are running direly low."

"Reinforcements?"

"Forces are leaving dukratus now, we will be reinforced... some. The MWD has decided that more of the amassed forces will be sent to the capitol to try and set up a strong hold there as well."

"Very well, ration the coolant and send out ground troops with high gauge rifles to try and buy us some time till more coolant and tanks can come."

"Sir!"

-=| Remmonlands: Forest |=-

A team of stealth dukratus black operatives quietly lay in wait for a lone SOAT to enter their trap...

OOC: You people have been busy, if anything I posted does not concur with whats been happening (I don't have the time now to read through all of it, so I just skimed it, have class, which is why I'm cutting the last part very short), please TM me.

At Sea

The LRR missile flotilla quickly joins up with the Kravoli boats, fully loaded with missiles and cannon rounds, jury-rigged plasma weapons fully charged.

Meanwhile, the LRR surface fleet continues manouvering wildly and firing missiles at the frigates as fast as they come. However, after recieving the message from Vrak, the fleet turns and heads out of the frigates' path at flank speed.

In the Air

The LRR bomber group speeds towards the landing sites of cruisers 2&3 at mach 3. Soon, the ship and its SOATs are in radar range.

"We've got targets on scope! In weapons range in five minutes!"
"Roger that."

The bombers continue on their low altitude high speed flightpaths until they are within weapons range.

"Weapons free!"
"Ok, turn back home."

The bombers release the last of their fuel-air explosives and HE missiles, then turn towards their home base.

Meanwhile, a section of 12 interceptors comes barreling in at mach 4, at a lower speed due to their external payloads. They bear down on cruisers 2&3, and release their fuel-air explosives on the SOATs and cruisers, strafing with ion cannons as they go.

In the Capital

Duke Roberto drives up to the Vrakian troops in his hovertank, at the head of the long column. Naval Infantrymen pile out of their vehicles, six per hovertank, and take up position inside the nearest buildings. They wear the regular LRR grey-green work overalls, with lightweight lace-up boots and DMP-covered helmets. Duke Roberto is indistinguishable from the rest of his force except for the rank insignia on his helmet. He carries a plasma SMG slung around his back.

"Is this the line?"

Near cruisers 2&3

Captain Geordi Lowell and his recon team drive in their heavily armed jeeps and range rovers across the fields, keeping ahead of the SOAT advance, but close enough to provide excellent intelligence on the advance line.

"SOATs.....coming over that ridge there!"

The two jeeps drive away from the SOAT advance, camoflauged as portions of the fields.

"We've had enough for today. Let's get out of here."

The jeeps drive cross-country to reach a dirt road several miles away. They then floor it back to the LRR/LOW/Vrak positions, blasting any SOATs that get in their way.

At the Dukratus Line

Post-Captain Bartholomew Dali stands at the firing line amongst the remaining 170 troops under his command. Their M113s, out of ammunition and largely wrecked, now form much of the wall against the SOATs. He and his troops fire on the advancing lines of silver with their SBSW-3s and plasma rifles, bipods steadying the barrels.

"Where is Duke Roberto? He should have been here hours ago!"
"They were diverted to the city, sir!"
"That's just great. Sergent, send someone down to the Dukratus general. Ask him if he knows when we'll be getting reinforcements."
"Yes, sir. Robertson, get going."
"Aye, sir!"

The young private heads down to the Dukratus CP, and salutes the gaurd at the door.

"Sir! Message from Post-Captain Dali for the general."

(OCC: A post captain is like a colonel.)

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An LRR recon team.

-=|Vrak Coast: Staging Area|=-

40 Dukratus subs of varying class and purpose arrived at first, followed by 10 Dukratian Coastal Barrage Battleships. Fleet Admiral Kelwar Vas`mar looked out from the bridge tower at the fleet of amassing vessels. He walked over to the comm station and opened an encrypted comm channel to Admiral Killamo.

"Admiral Killamo, this is Fleet Admiral Kelwar Vas'mar of the Dukratus Royal Navy, 4th Assault Fleet. We have 10 hunter/seeker subs, 20 long range surface assault subs, and 10 heavy tactical assault subs as well as 10 coastal barrage battleships for your disposal."

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Encryption: JDF protocols - Max
To: Fleet Admiral Kelwar Vas'mar
From: Admiral "Red" Killamo

We will never forget your help. SOATs have underwater capability and seem to latch onto subs and cut through with their lasers. Counter tactics being devised - appreciate your input in this matter. Once Dyelli Bebyi arrives, we will hold a position in the North Sea. FKC and allied assets in theater are strategically retreating to Base#10 [OOC: A massive base near the area along the Vrak coast up from Remmonlands.] The Dozle frigates are quite strong. We launched some reinforcements into the capital via our Ivan Rogovs but not sure how they fared.

Need a stiff drink when this is done.
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In the Capital

Duke Roberto drives up to the Vrakian troops in his hovertank, at the head of the long column. Naval Infantrymen pile out of their vehicles, six per hovertank, and take up position inside the nearest buildings. They wear the regular LRR grey-green work overalls, with lightweight lace-up boots and DMP-covered helmets. Duke Roberto is indistinguishable from the rest of his force except for the rank insignia on his helmet. He carries a plasma SMG slung around his back.

"Is this the line?"

Captain Irk looked at the Duke and smiled wickedly.

"Hell if I know sir! Just show me where these SOATs are and I'll make a nice little necklace." His nearby men also grinned as they set up their heavy machine guns and AT rockets. If the Duke looked closely, he might notice three shriveled things hanging from the captain's dog collar. They are human ears.

OOC: I'm assuming here you mean the Remmonland's capitol? Vrak has a small presence there - about 208 marines with five amphibious Ivan Rogovs sending their load. Otherwise, we are probing from the Vrak land border with a few divisions. Needless to say, the Vrak land border is extremely built up now.

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The first sign of the Kreigsmarine off the coast of Vrak, was the huge black smoke cloud, followed by the thicket of Pagoda masts as the supposed Battle Cruiser 'Lord Fisher' and her escorts steamed in towards the nearest Vrakian port (OOC: sorry, they're coming along the Coast the West, I can't remember what the first town there is). Every last ship was run off Oil, the results of a country with vast state owned oil fields.

The Dyelli Beybian troops had finally arrived at the border with Remmonlands. The troops parked their tanks in a field half a mile from the front (one managing to accidentally bulldoze a barn in the process), lit up cigarettes, stretched their legs or relieved themselves in the bushes. Meanwhile the Obersturmbannführer drove off in his Kubbelwagon (OOC: no relation to the WWII one) to look for a Vrakian to tell him what was going on.

**Herran System**

A massive fleet begins to assemble in the depths of space.

**Lord of War, Cruiser 2&3 Crash site**
The supports prove to be hard to cut through. Although they fail with the sheer numbers attacking them. The rivers of steel discover the appearance of four bertha class fighter/bombers overhead dropping bombs. The bombs explode at 100 feet into a spray of small, armor piercing bomblets that cover the ground in a sudden blast of heat and metal.

In the warren of tunnels and rooms that make up the protected village. People begin to prepare for the enevitible invasion. Blast doors over 6 inches thick are secured and weapons prepared for the waves of death approaching

** Lord of War, Cruiser Crash site, forrest**
The old stone tower explodes in a mass of rubble. A few long range 14” shells begin to hit the ground around the forest that now looks like a burning pile of matchsticks.

** Lord of War, Cruiser 5&6 Crash site, Lake**
Somewhere from the surounding hills comes the sound of a large humming.

** **Lord of War, Cruiser 5&6 Crash site, Lake Hangers
Hanger 2 turns into a mass of of burning shrapnal when the the plasma torpedo explodes. It sets off the heavy bombs that turns the etire chamber into an inferno.

The light grav wall that had held back the water out of the hanger collapses sweeping objects towards the fighters as the whole hanger begins to fill with cold lake water. The Logoth Fighters continue to fire their ion cannons at the wall of frozen gas to dispel it. The fighter’s canopies appear to be fairly resistant to light projectile fire.

**Lord of War, Cruiser Crash site, Tarka City **
The Frigate appears on the horizon with it’s escort. It replies to the LRR request with “We will be dealing with each enemy craft in turn. We welcome your assistance.” The Frigate turns her broadside towards the enemy craft and fires it’s starboard battery of grazers and lasers at the enemy ship. At the same time, 16 plasma torpedoes and 10 heavy missiles streak out for the enemy target. The Grav ships open up their forward gauss guns and begin to pummel the target.

The Stoats find themselves with only small groups easily overcome to resist them. The center of the city appears to be a separate compound from the rest, inaccessible by the sewer system. A massive canal circles what looks like a massive dome. The outer embankment also appears to be separated from the inner city. Mass numbers of human civilians seem to be trying to find a way out of the city. They are leaving by a southern gate.

**Lord of War, Cruiser Crash site, The House of Galth**
The small plasma grenades go off. But the plasma torpedo ignites the spheres sitting on the other sides of the door. It does so much as explode as becomes a massive, expanding ball of radiation. The surrounding portions of the embankment vanish in a white glow. A massive pit is all that is left, several water mains begin to fill the pit with water. The inner embankment is partly damaged. The protective grass and dirt layer dropping into the hole, exposing the thick armor plate.

The second sphere begins to levitate and move down the hall towards the crash site. The door between it and the robots falls out of place with the sudden explosion in the mechanism above it. The sphere moves at a leisurely pace.

**Space, Logoth and LRR fighters**
The Var in command of the Logoth fighters only says “welcome” to the LRR fighters. The Logoths wait as the enemy fighters depart their carrier, and then attack. Their speed increases dramatically as the form cones consisting of 10 fighters each. As the Logoths reach missile range each launches two gravity missiles. Of the 1,200 launched, those that either hit or near the target send a massive jolt of electricity to a small dimensional link. As the warheads burn through their capacitors, small, deep gravity wells appear. They last only for a minute or less, but it is like being surrounded or hit by small, deadly black holes. When the capacitors run dry, the warheads vanish into sidereel space. The fighters approach energy weapons range.

**The Beachs of Dikerta**
The Bertha class fighters cross the beach and begin a raid that would have turned the stomachs of the Vikings. Each carried two, full spectrum targeting, air-ground missiles that went flying towards every power plant the wave could see. The energy bolt guns opened fire almost indiscriminately, sending flying liquid metal into the buildings and facilities below. The gunners appeared to follow that up with their hell fire chain guns. Some of the groups spent extra time trying to smash any and all port facilities along the coast. The rest seemed to be following a massive scorched earth policy.

OOC: focusing more on destroying infrastructure and factories than civilian populations but if there are not other targets available the Var will destroy civilian targets such as schools, homes, churches.

EDIT: Double Post

In the Capital

Duke Roberto drives up to the Vrakian troops in his hovertank, at the head of the long column. Naval Infantrymen pile out of their vehicles, six per hovertank, and take up position inside the nearest buildings. They wear the regular LRR grey-green work overalls, with lightweight lace-up boots and DMP-covered helmets. Duke Roberto is indistinguishable from the rest of his force except for the rank insignia on his helmet. He carries a plasma SMG slung around his back.

"Is this the line?"

Captain Irk looked at the Duke and smiled wickedly.

"Hell if I know sir! Just show me where these SOATs are and I'll make a nice little necklace." His nearby men also grinned as they set up their heavy machine guns and AT rockets. If the Duke looked closely, he might notice three shriveled things hanging from the captain's dog collar. They are human ears.

OOC: I'm assuming here you mean the Remmonland's capitol? Vrak has a small presence there - about 208 marines with five amphibious Ivan Rogovs sending their load. Otherwise, we are probing from the Vrak land border with a few divisions. Needless to say, the Vrak land border is extremely built up now.

OCC: Tep, Remmonlands capital.

IC:

"We're supposed to find the Remmonlands forces and link up with them. I guess they're not here. If you need transport, the last few hovers over there should be able to accomodate your troops. Ok, back in the tanks!"

The troops formerly deployed in the buildings rush out and into their hovertanks, parked beside the buildings. One by one, they power up and lift off the ground. Duke Roberto walks over to his tank, and opens up the cockpit hatch. He climbs inside the tank, and seats himself in one of the very comfortable pilots seats.

"Those over there are yours."

He points to a line of camoflauged hovertanks by an office building.

Mountain Command Post

"We have reports of attacks on your hangers around lake olympus, and we've got two Black Watch batallions inbound, with the 7th mechanized infantry close behind. They should be at the hangers in around an hour, if all goes well. They're being covered by a frigate wing."

Fast Approaching Lake Olympus

A string of fast-moving hovercraft makes its way down the long lake, firing the occasional mortar round into the surrounding countryside. Sunners stand at their stations, dual plasma cannon mounts swinging from side to side. The group is led by a squadron of small assault hovercrafts, with the larger Zubrs in tow. The assault hovercrafts carry the Black Watch troops, while the Zubrs carry the mechanized infantry and their vehicles, consisting mostly of range rovers and other wheeled assault vehicles.

The lead hovercrafts soon reach the area around the hangers. Plasma cannon gunners blast anything suspicious with their cannons as the vessels turn to land on the shore, barely letting up speed. Black Watchmen clip energy packs to their plasma rifles as they prepare to land.

In the lead hovercraft, Post-Captain Tom Mahal surveys the shore as it rapidly approaches.

"Prepare to disembark, sir!"

The Watchmen stand ready to pile out of the side doors as soon as the craft reaches its destination. The hovercraft shakes as it leaves the water, and slows down slightly. Spent energy packs tumble down from the top SBSW-3 turret.

"Go, go, go!"

The watchmen jump out of the hovercraft and run for the nearest cover they can find. The hovercraft then backs out and heads away, as the rest of the Black Watch hovercraft come and deposit their troops.

The Zubrs head to a landing site more hospitible for their carried vehicles.

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LRR Black Watch troops in action. The Black Watch Brigade is LRR's main amphibious attack unit, and specializes in fast attacks with lots of firepower. They are probably classified as special forces with their specialized training, and differ from regular LRR forces in the fact that they are the only non-mechanized forces with offensive capability in LRR, meaning that they are not equipped with enough combat vehicles to transport all its members. The trio of frigates soars overhead, sweeping the ground with ion cannon arcs.

In Space

The interceptor wing keeps up with the Logoths as they attack dozle. They fire their light plasma torpedos. happy to be rid of the extra mass, the interceptor pilots wait for torpedos and dozle fighters, little utility against capital ships, but still stay in with the Logoths. Hopefully, much of the Dozle fleet would be lost in the engagement over earth. A wing of five Varlawns climbs to join the fray.

Meanwhile, the LRR battlefleets continue to hide out in their deepspace lairs, the three massive groups of ships, numbering over a thousand frigates each (if that's too much tell me. LRR frigates are 75-100m long. but there is a lot packed into that small package.) build up their forces. The on-site construction ability of the Michael Strogoff carriers comes in handy, and extra layers of armor are piled on frigates and destroyers.

Over earth, the 25-ship light force hyperspaces in, and dives through the atmosphere. Currently un-equipped for atmospheric combat, they head for the LRR fleet hangers on the coast, passing the formations of ships on the way.

With the Frigate

"Roger that."

The frigates, probably gunships by most standards, fire their torpedos into the Dozle ships, but do not get in particle weapons range.

The Dyelli Beybian troops had finally arrived at the border with Remmonlands. The troops parked their tanks in a field half a mile from the front (one managing to accidentally bulldoze a barn in the process), lit up cigarettes, stretched their legs or relieved themselves in the bushes. Meanwhile the Obersturmbannführer drove off in his Kubbelwagon (OOC: no relation to the WWII one) to look for a Vrakian to tell him what was going on.

General Youlj Sansaeya, a big walrus, poured over the large map outlining the latest information from the front and the naval battle. The space conflict he left to the Var unless it directly impacted the surface war. The arrival of the Dozle frigates indeed worried him and his concerns were known to the High General – who had a direct line to the Privy Council itself.

As the Dyellian entered the command post, Sansaeya bowed and said,

“Sure wish we could meet under better circumstances Obersturmbannführer, but then again, this is what we do, eh? Take a look at this map. What do you think?”

Outside, the rumblings of heavy equipment and troops scurrying about could be heard.

The Obersturmbannführer snapped to attention, clicking his jack boots and giving a fascist salute, "Obersturmbannführer Gillet, at your disposal General." he said by way of introduction. He 'loosening up' visibly though when asked to look at the map,

"To be honest Sir." he said scratching his head, "It all looks a bit of a mess to me. Personally, if it was over to me, I'd be digging in and waiting for more troops." he paused to look at the map again shaking his head, "The Generalfeldmarshall has been on the radio to me. He says something about some kind of space airship type things to be careful of."

(OOC) Obersturmbannführer is equivalent to Lieutenant Colonel

Sansaeya gave a sideways look to the Obersturmbannführer and replied,

"Indeed. We send in some divisions to merely probe their defenses and to gather some information as to what type of enemy we face. But we've hardly committed our full forces.

Let me share with you about what I know of these SOATs. They are quite fast. They have underwater capabilities and can cut through submarine hulls with their lasers. They can send up a field of flack to disrupt low-flying aircraft although they apparently have to be stationery when doing so. They also appear to learn - such as they knew to jump when our subs targetted their hovercraft. And, they seem quite adept at hand to hand combat.

They do appear to be vulnerable to sustained fire. We don't know yet how flamethrowers, armour piercing rounds, or EMP devices will affect them. They also seem to operate in a group-like pattern, which to me suggests that they are not independent thinking. Which would make sense since they seem to be mass-produced items. So...perhaps there is some kind of leader-type SOAT among a group of regular SOATs that directs them or perhaps all the SOATs receive commands from a main computer. What do you think?"

The general reached for a scotch and looked at the Lt colonel.

-=| Remmonland: Forest |=-

A dukratian black ops soldier quickly weaved about the forest, leading behind him a group of SOAT's. The soldier, for being so large, was surprisingly agile, able to run between and along the trees of the path he had carefully mapped out to lead him back to the rest of his squad. Despite the metallic shards that whized past him, the soldier remained calm, making sure not to let years of training kick and have him loose the robots.

The soldier finally came to a small clearing in the forest where he finally stopped behind a large bolder. He listened carefully for the sound of the first 3 SOATs to break through the tree line before pushing the detonator switch on a line of C4 propelled AP flechett claymores that were hidden under at the line. The last three were left to the snipers to disable...

-=| Remmonland: Forest |=-

A dukratian black ops soldier quickly weaved about the forest, leading behind him a group of SOAT's. The soldier, for being so large, was surprisingly agile, able to run between and along the trees of the path he had carefully mapped out to lead him back to the rest of his squad. Despite the metallic shards that whized past him, the soldier remained calm, making sure not to let years of training kick and have him loose the robots.

The soldier finally came to a small clearing in the forest where he finally stopped behind a large bolder. He listened carefully for the sound of the first 3 SOATs to break through the tree line before pushing the detonator switch on a line of C4 propelled AP flechett claymores that were hidden under at the line. The last three were left to the snipers to disable...

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"Underwater" the Obersturmbannführer muttered to himself, then shook his head, "I'd tend to say hand to hand combat is of little use, especially when we consider the level of firepower we can lay down. We've got batteries of 47mm chainguns coming up the road somewhere. I expect they will work quite efficiently. It's just a pity the army scrapped the last AAVs, they'd have proven quite handy."

He paused, looking at the cieling for a moment, "I fear some of the vehicles we have broguht up here could be fairly useless. Some are designated tank hunters with very little capability against infantry type targets except for Machine Gun fire....I'll have to review what we've got. So, let me get this straight. The enemy are using no tanks?"

"As far as we know, we haven't seen anything heavier than the SOATs themselves. Of course, there are those pesky interceptors. But so far, we haven't seen any tanks, artillery, or other AA systems - aside from the SOAT generated flack I mentioned earlier. Perhaps they rely upon orbital bombardment.

Mind you, we haven't heard from Remmonlands, North Germania, Dukratus, and LOW as well as our allies Valinon and LRR. I can't imagine that an army would be sent without any heavier equipment. It doesn't make sense.

As well, some of our heavy machine gun squads are being equipped with armour piercing rounds. Some flamethrower units accompanied our probing efforts and a battalion of ) TOS-1 Buratino 220mm Multiple Rocket Launcher with incendiary warheads should be here within the hour."

OCC: I'm not sure if they're still alive, but Dozle does have tanks, FYI.

At the lake Hangars

The LRR black Watch troops continue in towards the Hangars, laying down heavy fire with their SBSWs and plasma rifles.

Post-Captain Tom Mahal is the first to the hangars.

"Umm.......you. You go down first."

The lieutenant runs over to the door of the hangar and whacks at it with the stock of his plasma rifle, banging out LRR in morse code. The rest of the Black Watch brigades provide covering fire and suppressing fire on the surrounding SOATs.

Further down the lake, the Zubrs come to a short sandy beach, just enough to facilitate the landing of the mechanized infantrymen.

"All personell, man your vehicles!"

The troops quickly board their vehicles, be them trucks, light tanks, or recon jeeps.

The first wave of five Zubrs approaches the beach. They quickly land, and as soon as they slow down enough, the ramps drop and vehicles begin moving into the surrounding countryside. The six Wiesel light tanks disembarked in the first landing begin firing on the SOATs with their 20mm cannons as they move inland. Jeeps mounted with recoiless rifles also fire on the SOATs, providing a cover for the various wheeled APCs that carry the infantry portion of the mechanized infantry. This group begins moving towards the hangars also.

At the Remmonlands Border

The Dyelli Beybi tanks are approached by several clumps of moving foliage, actually LRR recon jeeps and TOW vehices.

At the LOW Line

The LRR tanks, infantry, and artillery await the SOAT onslaught......

On the shores of Lake Red

A formation of 12 CB90 fast assault boats slowly approaches the coastline. On the shore is the furthest advance of the SOATs in the first dropship landing. The smoldering shell of an F-104 can be seen on the beach, the last one to be shot down. Since the high-cost attack on the SOAT advance, LRR fighter-bombers had mostly disappeared from the skie, except for the occasional Varlawn run on unprepared targets. ZThe flak capability of SOATs made traditional low-altitude bombing missions too dangerous.

However, the inshore assault capability of the LRRA had not been tapped yet. While rocket corvettes and gun cruisers formed the base of the LRRN inshore assault capability, they were mostly confined to open water. The hovercrafts brought in for the Black Watch and Mechanized Infantry assault only reached the lake after a long trip overland, which would not be repeated by the rest of the LRR reserve (consisting of the 5th-11th armored brigades, 7th-16th mechanized infantry brigades, the 7th deployed) which would probably make their entry via dropship. The CB-90s could be air-dropped onto the water by dropships, or transported overland.

Back to the point, the CB-90s approach the shoreline, lights out and motors barely making a sound. The CB-90s differ from regular infantry assault versions in one major area- armerment. Some carry twin-barreled mortars, others rocket pods.

Suddenly, out of the darkness, streaks of light burst from the bows of some of the CB-90s, as they launch high-explosive rockets into the SOAT concentrations. The rest fire their mortars into the high saturation areas of the warbots.

OCC: If there are no SOATs there than consider the attack on where there are SOATs.

OOC: LRR, okay. I suppose we can justify this by saying that the allies are sharing as much information as they know about the SOATs and Dozle in general. Perhaps more folks could send a rep to the command post (where Vrak and Dyelli Beybi are at). I'm thinking here Dukratus, North Germania and others. Doesn't mean we are cutting out the Privy Council, it just means our guys closer to the front line are discussing stuff and relaying information back to their respective command structures.

A few men pointed rifles at the LRR Recconaisance group, but nobody seemed to truly care about them overly much, most seemed more interested in their cigarettes. There seemd to be a distinct lack of any officers who seemed willing to admit they were in charge.
On closer inspection the troops would be seen to be wearing charcoal-grey uniforms, with a small 'SS' on the collar. This was repeated on the side of the Germanic style helmets. On the other side of the helmet was emblazoned a black Dyellian chi-rho inside a white circle inside a red square. All in all they would have looked like something straght out of world war two, were it not for the distinctly modern looking vehicles and weapons.

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With the Vrakian General
The Obersturmbannführer nodded again, "What do you want my unit to do? These are some of the finest troops in Dyelli Beybi. Unfortunately though, even we get tired, and it has been a long journey."

Gen Sansaeya nodded his big head once and said,

“Well, I have to hear from the others on how the line is holding up. Get your troops some rest since I think you’ll be sent to the part that needs help the most. As well, if you have any more of those chainguns, that would be most helpful.”

OOC: Just waiting for Dozle...

((OOC: Dozle has tanks, they are currently moving towards the Remmonlands capital, if you recall, the LRR and Dukratus lines got hit with some 200mm rockets from them, and LRR's line got hammered by the heavy tanks. Will be bringing them further into play in the next post by Dozle, however, just to clear it up, our warehouses got plundered by Dozle, along with the Artificial Sentiance program of ADAM having 30 years to siphon money from both his pirate organization and from the Takian government. He's got a hell of a lot of weapons.))

IC:

Transmiting to: All FKC member states, open band, overriding television, radio and non military comunications.

Encryption: none

*A man walks into view, his face weathered, with deep scars etched across it. Snow white hair cascades down his shoulders, over deep blue armor with intricate silver paterns over it. A katana hangs at his side, a soft blue light emenating from it. His peircing blue eyes seem to reach through the television screens, almost as if he were stairing dirrectly into the soul of all who watched. His voice, a ritch baritone, seems hypnotic, almost as if enticing those within ear shot to listen.*

Brave soldiers of the FKC, defenders of freedom, all citizens of earth. You stand against a dark threat, and against an almost overwhelming cloud of heartless warriors. The SOATs may seem unending, and there may seem no hope, but do not despair, Dozle has over exteneded his grasp. He has opened too many fronts, and soon his ranks will be thined by the brave actions of those who stand against him. Do not lose face, brave citizens. Taka has faced this threat in the past, and we have emerged victorious. Even now there is hope. Euyradice stands against them, Proxima stands against them, Klonor stands against them, each battling this mechanical menace without faultering, without failing, and without regret. There is no hope in surrender, there is no chance of mercy, nor quarter to be asked for. Men, Women, Children, Soldier or Civilian, the SOAT's will make no distinction. Arm yourselves, brothers at earth, stand along side your military, along side your government and along side your neighbors. The time for peace has ended, and war has come to your homeland. Do not faulter my friends, for Adam has been defeated before, and Adam will be defeated again. . . the armies of Dozle will be crushed under your combined might.

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Transmit: Valnor command

Encryption: Highest priority

Commander, I will make this as brief as possible, in hopes that the information within is valuable enough to be worth your time. besides our Special opperative, all terain robots, or SOATs, Dozle has also managed to procure a hefty number of both Squallem Battle tanks, and Appocolypse Heavy Tanks. We are concerned about this possible threat, and as such, have compiled a list of vulnerable points on the tanks as well as on the SOAT's for you to target to deal most damage.

SOAT

The eyeplate is made of solid white saphire, and as such incredibly dificult to breach, however a high speed round will shatter it and destroy the sesor array within, effectivly blinding the SOAT. The shoulder joint when the SOAT is moving on all four legs offers a clean shot dirrectly to the inner robotic parts and micro computer, a bullet through there will drop a SOAT in a matter of seconds. Finaly, each SOAT has a plasma battery allowing 150 days of opperating time. Should that battery be hit, it will releace a cloud of superheated hydrogen plasma, as well as drasticly reducing the combat time of the SOAT.

Squallem MBT

As with most MBTs, the rear armor is the easiest to penetrate, and the neckline, between the chassis and the turret will yeild the most damage.

Appocolypes Heavy Tank

Unfortunatly we may have designed this one too well. . . there are no real weak points, however a strong blow to the underside should be enough to penetrate armor. As it will be guided through robotic means, an EM pulse delivered as close range should disable it.

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A few men pointed rifles at the LRR Recconaisance group, but nobody seemed to truly care about them overly much, most seemed more interested in their cigarettes. There seemd to be a distinct lack of any officers who seemed willing to admit they were in charge.
On closer inspection the troops would be seen to be wearing charcoal-grey uniforms, with a small 'SS' on the collar. This was repeated on the side of the Germanic style helmets. On the other side of the helmet was emblazoned a black Dyellian chi-rho inside a white circle inside a red square. All in all they would have looked like something straght out of world war two, were it not for the distinctly modern looking vehicles and weapons.

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With the Vrakian General
The Obersturmbannführer nodded again, "What do you want my unit to do? These are some of the finest troops in Dyelli Beybi. Unfortunately though, even we get tired, and it has been a long journey."

The recon group approaches the nearest Dyelli tanker. An LRR sergent, dressed from head to toe in various pieces of foliage, jumps down from the top of his Wiesel and walks over to the SS officer. He is dressed in, besides his heavy camoflauge, green-grey work overalls characteristic of an LRR armored brigade, which the recon element belongs to, as well as a DPM helmet and a pair of lace-up down-lined boots. He carries the rank chevrons of an LRR master sergent. The rest of his troops wear something similar, but with a great variety in footwear and helmets, as well as armerment.

"You got any 140 millimeter shells? We're over the hill there," he points to a small hill, on the other side of which parts of the 4th armored brigade are parked, "and we're out."

Overhead, outgoing shells can be heard from the self propelled howitzers into the SOAT line. From dowm the road, a turretless Ikv 91 comes charging down towards the LRR/LOW line, with around 10 Pvb 303s and BMPs in tow, with a pair of CV-90s bringing up the rear, all with extra layers of armor causing their sides to bulge. While the CV-90 is the official IFV used by LRR, the lower cost BMP-1s and 2s are still used in all mechanized infantry brigades. They pass down the road at high speed, leaving a trail of dust behind as they head to the line. The Ikv 91 carries the flag of the 8th mechanized infantry brigade.

OCC: When's Dozle going to try to break the LRR/LOW line? A quick summary of my actions:

Artillery/Rocket fire on the SOAT front along the LOW border, landings of 1/2 of the 7th mechanized infantry brigade (~500 troops) on the shore of lake olympus consisting of light attack vehicles, as well as ~200 Black Watchmen landed closer to the above-ground portions of the LOW hangars (if there is an above ground component), rocket and mortar bombardment of the SOAT line as it extends to the lakes, rocket bombardment of SOAT positions around the Remmonlands Capital, missile fire in support of the LOW frigate, two batallions (~1,500 troops) of naval infantry in the Remmonlands capital, gun cruisers bombarding SOATs on the north sea coast. And Vrak, those marines you've got in the city haven't responded to the offer for transport. :wink:

http://www.haaland.info/sweden/apc/ak5b_large.jpg

The typical LRR danger suit. Basic kit is cold-temperate clothing, with desert, tropical, and arctic clothing distributed according to operations environment. Power armor can be seen among naval infantrymen, but is not very common among the highly mechanized LRR earth army. Armor cosnsiting of heavy flak vests is common, and useful in protecting against fragmentation rounds. The helmet can withstand .50 fire from 200m. Heat-dissipating ghille suits are also very common. Night vision and NBC gear are carried with a soldier's basic kit, along with ammunition pouches and canteen. The regular firearm used by LRR forces is the Ak5b assault rifle or the Ak5PL plasma rifle.

And Dozle's tanks didn't destroy all of the 1st armored! A good half of it got away, a good half of them with their vehicles. Gotta love T-90IIs.

OOC: Sorry LRR, I must have missed it. Anyhow, those marines will not leave the capitol but die defending it. They are mad, crazy Nef desert tribe dwellers who think the Marquis de Sade is an alright guy.

OCC: So, I guess Duke Roberto will stay where he is.

IC:

"Ah well. Ok, disembark."

The naval infantrymen return to the buildings.

Moving towards the line

The column of LRR vehicles continues onward to the line.

The officer who had been cornered by the LRR Sergeant appeared to be someone fairly minor, by the way he looked around for someone else before speaking, "Err, sorry, we don't use that calibre...ahhh what exactly are you doing?"

"Oh, sorry then. Ok, move out!"

The sergent re-boards his Wiesel and proceeds cross country towards the Remmonlands Capital.

OOC: Whoa, I missed a lot. Uhm, I don't really know what's going on and what happened on my front, but..uhh...Remmonlands capitol? Dozle try to break front line? NG go to Remmonlands?

IC:

A line of armored vehicles transporting over 500 Executioners was en route to the Remmonlands capitol. Followed by over 450 Leopard 3 Heavy Tanks and 600 Bradley Fighting Vehicles, it was by no means a light force.

Imperial Guardsmen would soon be air-dropped into position to defend Remmonlands.

OOC: I have no idea where Dozle's forces are positioned, but I have a full air force I've yet to even bring into action..can someone put a push-pin on a map for me?

OOC: Page 6 of this thread, NG. LOW has a map up. Basically, Dozle has dropped pods all over Remmonlands with the heaviest fighting in the capitol and surrounding vicinity (ground and air). Also, some fragments from some wrecked Dozle ships have fallen over the northern part of the Klatch with 10 cruisers falling into LOW territory.

IC:

A Captain rushed in and, after saluting the General and Lt Col, said

"Sir! The Fire Eaters have arrived."

After the LRR frigates are armed and ready, 5 of the 25 franconias take off, flying very low across the sea. Each carries 20 naval infantrymen.

In the dead of night they sweep down low on the ocean, at 300 knots. They fly towards Daikerta, weapons charged and ready, in a bid to deprive Dozle of resources.

"Oh, sorry then. Ok, move out!"

The sergent re-boards his Wiesel and proceeds cross country towards the Remmonlands Capital.

The officer shrugged, "Suit yourself." he leaned back against the side of his half-track and lit up a cigarette.

"Oh, sorry then. Ok, move out!"

The sergent re-boards his Wiesel and proceeds cross country towards the Remmonlands Capital.

The officer shrugged, "Suit yourself." he leaned back against the side of his half-track and lit up a cigarette.

"If you want any battlefield information, the FCP can be contacted at this frequency."

A corporal from a heavily armed Abir hands the Dyelli officer a scrap of paper with a radio frequency written on it.

"Good luck here. Artillery is about 20 kilometers back in case you need it. Ammo supply trucks should be coming by periodically."



OCC: Where is Dozle?

((OOC: alright guys, I'm gunna level with you. . . I can't keep up with all thats going on, and now that I'm finding out that I'm only getting the internet every other night, Dozle posts are going to be few and far between. I need you, I beg of you, I'm on my knees pleeding you to sumerize what you are doing at the end of your posts, and if its not there from here on out, your actions are being ignored, not because I'm being a Nazi, but because I'm only one person, trying to keep up with the actions of 8. . . I feel like I'm wrestling a bunch of coked up monkeys, so please, please, please, throw me a bone if you want this thread to continue, otherwise it is going to die. I'll post as Dozle later tonight, but don't expect anything untill midnight at the earliest.))

OOC:
I'll be back in a couple of days since I have to go on a visa run. My actions so far:

1) The beginnings of a strategic retreat with my naval assets. Our fleet is getting mauled by those flying frigates of yours. We are going to Base #10, which borders the North Sea. That base is heavily guarded. We managed to launch equipment and men from 5 Ivan Rogov amphibious ships (each about a battalion of men and around 20 or so tanks) but don't know how many made it to the Remmonlands capitol.

2) Still dealing with a landslide that one of the fragments caused as well as a couple more that came near population centers. But progress is being made. Also, some fancy new toys have been shipped in.

3) Still have quite a number of troops (see OCC thread) from the Vrak side into Remmonlands. Honestly, I don't know exactly the activity or level of resistance so it has been difficult to post losses. Basically, their mission was to counterattack and strike as far deep as they can while probing your defenses. If things get too hot there, they will also retreat.

4) The Vrakian border is heavily reinforced now, with divisions pouring in not only from us, but other countries such as Dyelli Beybi and North Germania. I can't quite pin down where exactly LLR is though. I know he's in LOW territory but I don't know what he has in Vrak.

5) The usual plotting and planning going on.

I understand that dealing with an excessive amount of players is hard (I dealt with nearly 20 on my world court thread a long time ago) so I can sympathize. I'd like this to continue as long as it can since the implications of the outcome will greatly affect the Klatch.

I would also ask that long list of stats be kept in the OOC thread. This thread is slowly getting cluttered - and I realize I'm not helping.

-- Vrak's player

my biggest experience in this way was running a thread on an RP forum, where i had 7 players. However since i had to DM after each of them had posted, it ment i only have 7 posts to read every 24 hours or so.

oh and this post was OOC.

as for what i'm doing IC, i'm reinforcing the capital (everything i have is in there, it's the only part still under remmonlands control and only the center is still clear of SOATs), i'm firing the HMDC after the next dozle post (it's a primitive device, it charges 1 post before it can fire) and i've launched project 131, which is also firing the next post i believe

OCC:

I've moved 2 brigades of naval infantrymen into the Remmonlands capitol, I've reinforced the LOW lines with two brigades of mechanized infantry, half of the 7th mechanized infantry brigade has landed near the LOW hangars which the SOATs attacked, along with around 200 Black Watch troopers, a group of CB 90 assault boats has launched a rocket and mortar attack on the furthest SOAT lines, LRRN surface warfare ships have emptied their missiles into the Dozle frigates and have left the scene, around 6 LRR rocket corvettes have fired on Dozle positions around the Remmonland capital, recon teams have scouted most of the battle area and are ranging throughout the front line. A group of five frigates with 20 naval infantrymen each is inbound to Daikerta to destroy Dozle war factories there.

bump for dozle

((OOC: I do appologize for taking so long to get this online, unfortunatly my computer has been having so problems, and with me only getting the interenet every other day, my job, and trying to scrap together enough money for rent, car insurance, gas, food, ect, I’ve realized that I don’t have enough time to do this online without suffering sleep depravation. Ergo, I’m going to be devising a schedual. Dozle will post on Tuesdays and Thursdays and Saturdays, though I will be collecting into MS word the thread as is by the night before. This means, that if you post something after 10 pm EST on a Monday, Wendsday or Friday, or post something on a Tuesday, Thursday or Saturday before I post, it likely won’t be seen and won’t be taken into account for untill the next post. I really hate to do this to you guys, but I just don’t have time to keep up with an every day post from Dozle. Thankfully I get to work on an unlocked computer at work, and have Tuesdays and Thursdays off, meaning that I’ll be able to work on your posts for 2 days. This should produce higher quality posts, as it gives me all day to focus on my posts for Dozle. Once again, I’m so very sorry to do this to you, but its all I can do right now to keep from killing the forums *which have eaten this post twice*, my computer *which crashed and ate this post three times!*, or my family *my little brother fried our circuit breaker doing god only knows what, hence destroying the post in progress*. Once again, thank you for your time, and more importantly, your patients. On a side note, my song for the forums, Three Days Grace, I hate everything about you, why do I love you? Story of my life, anywho, onto slaughter, though now that he’s commited everything he can, Dozle’s losses are going to start counting against him, as he will no longer be able to replace his armies on all fronts.))

**High Orbit over the FKC**

The Carriers issue a constant stream of smaller craft, and a line of robotic forms moves towards a group of the larger gunships. Taller, upright, human in appeareance, these newer models step into the craft, preparing to break the deadlock over the FKC. The other ships, involved in the battle fire a constant stream of railgun slugs and laser rounds, spaced with lance fire, and the odd slicer cannon. PD's pick off most of the warheads, though a trio of heavy cruisers are overwelmed by the stealths, and an entire squadron of destroyers errupts in firey balls as thier plasma reactors are torn apart by the X-Ray missiles. The flagship fires a volley of scatter torps, desperatly attempting to overcome the incoming swarm of missiles. Slicer cannons sweep across the heavens, tearing great swaths of them away, though many survive. The ship's PD defences take over, missile after missile targeted and destroyed, the HEPD field assisting in destroying them. . . but still the deadly rain presses foward. The final torpedeos detonate against the hull, the Absorbtion shields working to syphon away as much of the power as they can. When the light had faded, three craters snarled from the massive ship, atmosphere leaking from the deepest. The sun played against it, making the jagged, bubbling metal crater appear like a grimacing maw. The massive cannon on the underbelly fired, projecting the raw power of a black hole towards the Valnor navy, a stream of Takatanium snowballs exiting, moments before space rips and tears, and the ship folds in on itself and vanishes amidst barrages of energy fire. In space, the remainder of the fleet desprately pushes towards the Valnor fleet at full speed, rivers of energy fire and railgun slugs leading the way. The Takatanium torpedeos are matched with others, till at last a full wave of the cold fusion bombs, 3,000 strong, streamed towards the Valnor vessels, intent on knocking them out as quickly as possible.

The interceptors are joined by the slower, but more potent fighters, as a barrge of missiles streaks towards the LOW space bound fighters. They cross each other in mid flight before the Adamite craft break off to attempt to avoid the incoming weapons fire. Most of the targeted craft are struck anyways, not prepared to face gravitational weaponry. The HEPD fields flash to life around the doomed craft, but the pull of the event horizon rips chunks from the interceptors. Three wings vanish as they are torn apart, while countless others are damaged.

OOC: numbers

3,000 torpedeos, constant energy and lance fire against the valnor fleet, attempting to ram,
some 10,000 AA missiles against the LRR/LoW fighters

**Remmonland's Capital**

The energy beam hit the Frigate, the shields absorbing the blow, but barely, when the other enemy fire struck. The absorbtion shields collpased, overwhelmed by the rain of constant fire as shot after shot strikes the hull. The Tungstun Ceramite armor spreads the rapid heating over the entire hull, assisting in disapating it, but small rivlets of holes apears as the armor heats faster than it can be moved away from the site of impact. Despite the damage, it continues onwards, its point defence lasers swiveling to target and fire upon the Remmonland’s newest weapon, strafing it and the ground around it with high powered laser fire. The missile pods open, and a stream of explosive death slips towards the smaller ground craft, mercilessly obliterating anything in their way. It turns its weapons batteries to the nearby buildings, sending shot after shot through them, and sending ruble crashing to the ground ontop of any too slow to escape. The first line of SOATs reach the far side of the bridge, though by now the rumble of tanks can be felt through the ground, indicating a much larger threat coming through the outer city. Ten armored companies, stolen Takian tanks all of them, push through the mass of SOATs, leveling barrels at enemy hardpoints, and firing into them without mercy. The cannons, artiliary strength in most armies, never cease as 30 of the larger tanks drop the side launchers to rest on the ground. For a moment, all is silent, the massive twin cannons ceacing their thundering, only to let slip a barrage of 200 mm rockets. The missiles stream outward, guidance systems coming to life as the computers picked the heaviest pockets of resistance around the river for termination. 300 missiles fly through the air, blossoming into crimson flowers around their targets, while the remaining heavy tanks set up in a similar fasion, targeting other heavy areas of resistance.

The drone of gunships fills the air, as a wave from space flies overhead the Nef tribesmen. Pinpricks of shadow appear on the ground, as something rapidly falls earthward. Five men hit the ground crouching, as minitrized inertial displacment drivers slow the fatal decent to a more survivable impact. Each dressed alike in the garb of the elite Takian Imperial Guard, they stand in unison, hands tracing to katanas laying at their sides. The leader steps forward, an over sized rifle strapped to his back, and salutes.

“I am Captian Akira of the Takian Imperial guard, our government has sent us as advisors to assist you in cleaning up a situation we should have finished thirty years ago. The men behind me are my aides, and some of the finest soldiers in the Dynasty, where is the field command outpost? I will need to be briefed on the situation at hand, and turn over what intel Command has on the Adamite forces.”

Had Akira been human, he may have had sweat coming from his brow, a quiver in his voice, or some other biological sign of a sabatour. Internaly his robotic inards moved at perfect flow, following his programing to perfection, while his AS system compensated for the expected human emotions and actions, feeling and acting as if he were exactly who he said he was.

all for my god he “thought” to himself, silently running over his dirrectives.

**Remmonland's Forrest**

The Vrakians delved deep into Remmonlands, almost unopposed. One of the Mark II SOATs watched, a smirk across his human face as he slipped on the uniform stolen from the body of a Remmonlands soldier. He hid his weapon, a wickedly curved katana, behind his back and picked up his plasma flamer. Quickly he ran towards the Vrakian black ops agents, yelling at the top of his synthetic lungs.

“Incoming soats!”

he turned and fired a few rounds from his pistol towards the foliage behind him as he continued towards the Vrakians. Human like, the Mark II was an inflitrator and a sabatour, designed to slip through the ranks in the midst of confusion. Blood stained his uniform, dribbling for a self inflicted fleshwound to cover up the fact that the previous owner had met his end at the Mark II’s blade.

A SOAT crested the ridge, ADAM controling the little deception like a perfectly timed play. The Mark II turned and fired, a perfect shot sent flying wildly over the SOAT’s shoulder. It steadied itself as the Mark II jumped for cover, and a hail of supersonic spikes rained down into the ravine, firing at the Mark II, though assuring a few would strike towards the Vrakian black ops agents.

**North Germania Line, Deep in Remmonlands**

As the call for more tanks goes out, the SOATs seem to push forward with even more rutheless intencity. The battlefield is littered with broken bodies from both sides. Large pools of blood cover mangled remains of SOATs, as metal invader and flesh defender lie together in rest. Though not broken, the line had been pushed back, the dead marking its decent. For now, the SOATs are stalled, a few setting up and opening fire on Germanian possitions, only to be silenced seconds later. A pulse fills the air, felt by the mechanical units only. Lights dim for a moment, as ADAM introduces itself into all the computer systems, striking out rapidly, attempting to take over whatever it can before anti-viral software can staunch the flow of corrupting information. Firewalls are ripped apart, and amidst the confusion, the SOATs boil forth, spread out widely they push towards the Germanian defenders, on the underbellies, plasma batteries begin to overload, as the wave of clawed death makes one last attempt to punch through the line before the tanks can arrive and push them back.

**Remmonland’s waters**

The Vrakian navy downs a fourth frigate, its massive bulk losing engine power before slowly sinking into the ocean, dragged down by its own thickly armored hull. They turn and flee, catching a glimps of the remaining frigates, now barreling towards the Valnor fleet. Thick fire tears at the HEPD fields, missiles assisting in its decreace. Shot after shot strikes into them, till ifnaly the hull is hit in the first row, the rounds tearing large chunks out of the armor, vaporising it nearly instantly. The frigates increase power, the 500 meter ships moving to ram the Valnor vessels, while onboard SOATs fall from the ships, jetting underwater towards the LRR ships. Like torpedeos they strike forward, intent on attaching to the ships below the water line, and cutting them apart.

At long last the beaches are cleared of enemy troops and air support, interceptors forming protective nets as Takian artilary is set up under camoflaged netting. The incoming artillary fire is triangulated, and targeted first, waves of bombers moving to destroy anything capable of hitting the beaches. The massive artilary pieces turn towards the Lord of War border, lined up in perfect ranks and files. The first wave of artiliary steaks forth, leaving long white trails, as SOATs begin digging in and setting up sandbag fortifications to protect the weapons from incoming enemy fire.

OOC: numbers
10 Basalisk Self Propelled artilary 300mm guns - 3,000 total *1 round every post*
30 Earth shaker 200mm rocket artilary platforms - 9,000 total *5 rounds every other post*

**Remmonland/Lord of War Border**

The first barrage was awe inspiring, 3,000 12 inch shells slamming into the ground, sending shrapnel and flame clouds behind them, followed closly by the smaller but no less deadly 8 inch guided rockets, a flight 45,000 rockets strong. Lacking then guidance systems of those launched from the Appocolyspe class tanks, sheer weight of numbers sent them on devistatingly thick balistic courses, aimed by some of the most potent super computers ever created, and guided by the maniacle will of ADAM. Under the cover of Chaos, armored companies crested the forrest line, SOATs creating a titanum blanket as they surged forth against the LOW border. Mixed in with the massive Earthshaker rounds, smaller tank rounds begin to intervine, targeting not simply sitting targets, but firing against tanks and troop clusters, as the Appocolypse tanks mix their fire in, marking targets both for the off shore artillary and for their own earth shaker rockets.

**Dukratus Line, Deep in Remmonland**

Surrounded at all sides, the Dukratus line stands defiantly, the SOATs and assorted armor digging in to harrass the line whenever oppurtunity presented itself. Behind the line, 10 of the Mark II SOATs came, dressed in the uniforms of slain LRR soldiers. One of them slid towards the Dukratus commander, wearing the uniform of an officer. He saluted, as the others moved along side the various tanks, taking up possition and firing with oversized rifles into the SOAT concentration, blowing bots apart with thermite rounds.

“Message for you from LRR command” he said lowering his salute, and reaching in his coat for an envelope, handing it to the commander. His other hand slipped into a side pocket and fingered the pin to a filiment grenade. Without hesitation he pulled the pin and said “and this is from Lord Dozle.” He wrapped his arms around the commander, trapping the grenade between his robotic body and the commander’s chest, just as the other infiltrators turned their wepaons around and opened fired on the defenders from within the lines themselves. SOATs streaked forth under heavy fire, hoping to break the line while confusion reined supreme.

OOC: info

Filiment grenades work much along the same lines as shrapnel guns, in that they explode outward, filling the area with thin, weighted wires. The wires are so fine that they can cut through solid steel, and even cause havok against titanum armor. Inside a person they will contine to be moved around as the person’s body moves, further shredding internal organs. The grenade will explode my next post, so you have a post to escape if you don’t want to lose this guy. Because its so close to the mark II soat, its giong to litteraly cut him into little pieces, so you can imagine whats going to happen if your commander doesn’t get out of there post haste.

**Lord of War, Cruiser 2&3 Crash Sites**

The LRR fighters are met with a swarm of AA missiles and PD guns, these cruisers not being nearly as banged up in their fall as the other. The weapons striking the hull have little effect other than to gouge further scars into its surface. LoW bombers appear of the horizon, and the front torpedeo tubes open up, sending out 10 scatter torps, hampered by the atmosphere they lazily move up to meet the bombers, before shattering apart and revealing 200 much faster anti-air missiles. Cruiser 3 turns its PD guns from the fleeing LRR fighters, adding flack against the bombers. The SOATs take cover by the thick, underground citie’s door, bombs still tearing holes through their ranks. Las cannons switch over to cutting lasers, as the SOATs begin cutting hundreds of tiny entrances on the door, a few pounding on it to add a psychological element to the assualt, hoping to flush the people out like rabbits, as the cruisers scan the area, waiting for movment to betray an exit point.

**Lord of War, Cruiser Crash Site, Forrest**

The shells tear through the ground, uprooting trees and turning any nearby SOATs to slag. A few strike the hull of the Cruiser, punching through the armor and filling the internal compartments with flame and shrapnel. Deep in the belly of the beast, fusion torpedeos arm, and after a moment’s triangulation, five take flight, targeting the artilary. Acting as cruise missiles, they streak down towards their targets, fusion warheads arming in the final decent.

**Lord of War, Cruiser Crash Site, underwater hanger**

The downed cruisers come to rest at the bottom of the lake, though the onboard AS system notes the incoming rumbling and readies spinal lance batteries. Inside the hanger a different story is unfolding. Water rushes in, knocking the belegered SOATs from their perches, freezing into ice as they hit the super low temprature of the frozen air. The SOATs latch onto the ice and switch to cutting lasers, working thier way to the fighters trapped below.

**Lord of War, Cruiser Crash Site, Tarka City**

The grav ship strikes the cruiser, shot after shot burring deeply into the armored hulk, On the spine, seven lance batteries turn to face the new threat, firing near light speed fusion bombs into the grav ship’s presented side. The SOATs scurry towards the Southern gate and the fleeing civilians, Dozle’s young voice being projected from one of the lead bots.

“Do not flee, and you will not be injured, I have come to bring you all a golden age, peace and prospairty under my rule. Those who flee will be killed, but those who join me will be spared. Turn against your oppressive masters, join me, and you will be rewarded thousands of times over.”

The SOATs never break their stride, metal claws scrabling against the streets as they target and fire on those outside the gates with the roaring coil guns. The spikes scream as they penetrate the air, a sonic boom tracing behind them as they break the sound barrier four times over.

**Lord of War, Cruiser Crash Site, House of Galth**

The explosion tears through the SOATs, a second wave quickly replacing those lost. They pour through the opening, weapons tracing the room for enemies. A single SOAT examines the floating Orb, grasping it with its claws as it enters the mouth of the cruiser’s gaping wound.

**Daikertian Airspace, Over the Daikertian Coastline**

The LOW fighters hit the Daikertian coastline with little interferance, though before the first bombs can be dropped thick clouds of laser fire fly upward, a wall of anti aircraft fire rising to greet the invaders. The munitions strike earthward, factories and rail yards being smashed in the first barrage, while a full quarter of all the nation’s docks are reduced to cratered pits in the ground, the waiting SOATs vaporized instantly. Interceptors are scrambled from the ground, most are Dozle forces, but a goodly number house white faced Daikertian pilots, flying in the powerful, if not quite as capable Daikertian fighters. One of them picks up his coms link, hailing the Lord of War pilots

“Attention intruders, this is Captian Alex of the Daikertian Air national guard, You are in violation of international law, and your actions are cause for immediate military action. Power down your craft’s weapons and allow yourselves to be escorted to the nearest Daikertian military base for criminal trial, or you will be fired upon. . . your actions are cause for war, and though I do not wish to fight you, I will to defend my homeland from your unprovoked attack.”

The LRRN unleashes a barrage of depth charges on the SOATs, and moves away at flank speed. The high speed of the LRRN vessels makes it very difficult for the SOATs to even get close, but still, they take no chances as the fleet covers the water in depth charge explosions. Crews quickly arm themselves with assault rifles and prepare to defend themselves from these manifestations of Strom Thurman in robot form. (Strom Thurman is like a curse word in LRR.)

Meanwhile, Captain Dali goes Berserk at the SOATs which use the uniforms of his killed troops.

What issues out of his mout is a steady stream of obsenities as he and a contingent of his troops charge at the infiltrators, some carrying their heavy SBSW-3 weapons as they fire into the SOATs. Captain Dali personally blasts two of the SOATs with his SMG. The rest of the troops, with renewed fervor, destroy wave after wave of attacking SOATs with grenade launchers and SBSW-3s, as well as salvaged howitzers from the M113s.

In space, the interceptors fare pretty well, their high manouverability allowing them to evade and destroy most of the missiles targeted at them. They then turn to engage the Dozle fighters, ripping them apart with ion cannons while taking light casualties, eight of their number destroyed so far.

Over the Daikertan coast, the group of frigates sneaks in with the LOW bombers, and evades most of the AA fire.

The frigates come in over the factories, and, when at low level, open up on the buildings with their ion and plasma cannons, as well as launching various high explosive missiles. The frigates attempt to touch down, and drop their naval infantrymen among the factories, never letting up their barrage of fire, now joined by the grenades and plasma fire from the infantrymen as they go to plant charges on anything they can find.

In the Remmonlands capital, Duke Roberto sits on his tank with his troops, wearing nothing besides rank badges, which to people unfamiliar to LRR insignia, would mean nothing, to distinguish him from the rest of the Naval Infantrymen. On the tops of the buildings, spotters point out targets for the LRR rocket and gun cruisers as they sweep up and down the coast, bombarding anything they can see. He watches the Takans go over to the Nef officer, ignoring the much more numerous, but much worse dressed LRR naval infantrymen. He hears the Takan officer ask for the field CP, and calls over to him.

"We've got the nearest what you would call long-range radio. By the way, I'm Duke Roberto, commander of the Naval Infantry, LRR. Also, I've heard that we have a battlegroup trying to get into Centuari. Admiral Kucinich complains that his, and I quote, 'F*cking idiot subordinate royally screwed things up," and also says to ask kindl the first Takan we see if we can help out. So, what do you think, eh?"

Meanwhile, Duke Lenni rushes to his command bunker in the mountains.

"Here they come! Here they come! All forces, prepare to fire!"
"Sir, the Dukratus line is under attack!"
"We can't worry about that now! If we can just stop them here.....get me in contact with LOW command."
"Done."
"My colleagues in LOW, it appears as the enemy is upon us! Good luck to you all, and may we hope to defeat the Dozle menace. And by the way, just in case, what are your plans? Fight to the last or prepare a strategic retreat?"

The LRR mechanized infantrymen and tankers prepare their weapons, but several bunkers are destroyed by the artillery attack. Also, a tank roadblock is broken by the barrage, but is quickly reinforced by an armored batallion. The T-90IIs begin firing their 155mm HE howitzers, plasma cannons, and Gauss cannons into the advancing SOAT line.

Among the forest, the hidden tanks and other advance stops begin firing on the advance line with SBSW-3s and anti-tank weapons. Missiles streak from almost every possible point of cover as LRR anti-tank teams, with absolutely no regard for personal safety, attempt to destroy as much as they possibly can.

In back of the line, the pace of reinforcement quickens as a further 2 armored and 1 mechanized infantry brigades are brought up. The columns mostly avoid roads, opting for cross-country travel. At many positions in back of the line, modified long-range howitzers blast HE rounds into the Dozle forces.

On the top of a cliff, a small radar dish can be seen.

"Prepare for saturation fire in all grid squares between 6km and 30km from the line. SOATs are reinforced by Apocalypse-type heavy tanks. Designate as primary targets for rocket artillery."

From his high vantage point, the young sargent can see all of what goes on in the battle.

Back at the LRR hangars, the rest of the frigates are readied for missions over the front line, along with a large force of Varlawns and interceptors. Mechanized infantrymen are loaded into their dropships, and armored vehicles are sheparded into their oversized tank carriers, and the 3 reserve mechanized infantry and 2 reserve armored brigades are readied for action.

The flight of interceptors takes heavy losses, with only five of the origional 12 surviving, flying at very low level at maximum speed out over Lake Olympus.

Meanwhile, at lake Olympus, the Mechanized Infantry, hearing of the attacks in Tarka city, confident that the Black Watch will have things under control, especially with their hovercraft support. The vehicles re-board their Zubrs and other landing craft, and take off towards the nearest point to Tarka city.

Meanwhile, another group of CB 90s issues forth from the small LRRA lake base set up on the shores of Lake Red, with the purpose of allowing rapid troop deployments up and down the lakes. Dropships and C-135 transports arrive almost by the minute, delivering troops and boats to the growing base. Landing craft and CB 90s of all configurations, as well as hovercrafts, air transportable, unlike the giant Zubrs which had to make a difficult overland trip, can be seen around the base in large numbers. Most of the LRRA landing craft force was to be deployed in lake operations, as well as most of the Black Watch and most of the 7th mechanized infantry brigade.

Fully equipped troops can be seen running down the beach to the moored Jurmo landing craft. They clamber inside the high-performance craft, which quickly motor out into the lake. A group of CB 90s provides escort. The group, carrying 200 Black Watch troops, heads towards the nearest landing area to Tarka city.

OOC: LRR, please provide an OOC summary of your actions as per Dozle's earlier request. Dozle, please be sure to check the OOC thread periodically in case some questions arise.

The Dyelli Beybian/Vrakian border
Tanks and trucks were now streaming across the border in ever increasing numbers. Somewhere in the column was the Dyelli Beybian strategist, and now Klatchian Ground Forces Commander,
Generalfeldmarshall Lunchtime O'Booze. A steady stream of radio communication flooded in and out of his command vehicle as he moved steadily Northwards.


(OOC) There are some 20 Armoured Divisions Moving North at this time with associated logistical units. They are moving up through the Nef and will probably bump into Dozle's people along the way.

OCC: The infiltrator SOATs are being torn apart by Naval Infantrymen, the LRR/LOW line has been reinforced by 3 brigades, two armored and one mechanized infantry, as well as rocket artillery, the LRRA has set up a base on the shore of Lake Red for faster reinforement of the LRR/LOW line, and so far five brigades have been delivered to it, frigates have landed in Daikera and are attempting to destroy the war works, rocket corvettes and gun cruisers are bombarding the Remmonlands coast and SOAT positions around the Remmonlands capital, and the LRRN has launched a barrage of depth charges against the SOATs chasing the fleet.

EDIT: Double Post

-=|Remmonland: Dukratus 'Line'|=-

The hardened general quickly recovered from the initial surprise, his mind racing for solutions. Despite the robots strength and tight hold of his arms, its grip focused on his lean waist allowing his right arm some mobility. He grabbed at the sword on his hip. If I can only reach... With a growl the general finally caught the hilt of his sword, a feral yell let out as he used the advantage of his natural strength, leverage, and the adrenaline flowing in his blood to upslash with the razor sharp blade, severing his left hand and the robots arm. Despite the pain, he droped the sword and sent his claws into the robots neck, snapping about and springing forth with his powerful legs and tail he threw the robot over the line of destroyed tanks. The general dropped to the ground, holding his stump to his body, a roaring voice errupted.

"Get down!"

Around the rest of the compound the tanks continued to fire outward from the compound with their main guns while support guns quickly swiveled around inward, unleashing tightly grouped hails of .50 cal fire into the intruders and a few of the LRR soldiers by accident. Despite the surprise attack, most of the dukratian troops were quiet prepared to either open fire on the intruders or continue firing outward thanks to a cutural heritage of distrust towards other species that made them leery of the humans to begin with.

High overhead a few stealth transports and bombers broke formation and began descent to provide reinforcement of the line.

-=| Remmonland: Coastal Airspace |=-

High above, the Dukratian stealth bombers began into their low level carpet bombardment formations, dropping altitude to 500 meters above coastal positions that were overun with nothing but SOATs. Their bomb bays opened up as the 120 stealth bombers made thier final approaches on the SOAT saturated areas.

-=| Remmonland: Forest |=-

The black operative cautiously moved toward the 3 disabled SOAT mk 1's. 10 snipers had been assigned to each to SOAT to quickly destroy or disable the locomotion and weapons of the SOATs with .80 cal DU-AP rounds fired from high power gauss rifles. 2 shimmering tanks (have active camo and thermal suppresion systems) reverted to their base color of black as the 150 mm turrets moved to aim at the downed SOATs.

OOC:
Dukratus Line: General cut of hand and threw robot out of compound behind wall of destroyed tanks and dirt. Soldiers well prepared due to xenophobia, several soldiers/support killed but intruders and several LRR troops were quickly neutralized with little distraction. Reinforcement bombers and supplies coming in.

Coast: Dukratus bombers beginning carpet bombing run on SOAT saturated positions with high yeild, AP Flechet warheads.

Forest: Black Op soldier checking whether 3 disabled SOATs have any other tricks that may make them dangerous for capture and study.

From: Generalfeldmarshall Lunchtime O'Booze
To: All Alliance Forces
Subject: Challenge Codes
Encryption: Low (OOC: Dozle would break through this with no trouble)

Until further notice the Q/A code is 49. If you have not been issued with a Q/A table, please contact Alliance Staff HQ immediately for a copy.

all for my god he “thought” to himself, silently running over his dirrectives.

Captain Irk, after fighting SOATs all day and having a couple close calls, looked at Akira up and down. He snarled,

“Here’s the deal chief. See those robots over there? That’s the enemy. Kill them. That’s the briefing, the intel, and the strategy. Doesn’t get any simpler than that. Now stop wasting my time.”

Irk turned, having lost over a third of his men put him in a foul mood.

A SOAT crested the ridge, ADAM controling the little deception like a perfectly timed play. The Mark II turned and fired, a perfect shot sent flying wildly over the SOAT’s shoulder. It steadied itself as the Mark II jumped for cover, and a hail of supersonic spikes rained down into the ravine, firing at the Mark II, though assuring a few would strike towards the Vrakian black ops agents.

The 12 man squad opened fire on SOAT with machine gun fire – although two went down from the supersonic spikes – not fast enough to drop down and find cover. The rest however managed to scramble behind some kind of cover and continued to fire at the visible SOAT while providing covering fire for the infiltrator.

OOC: I should clarify. These are not black ops agents, but rather regular troops. The forces that are leading the small counter attack are hastily assembled elements of troops from the border.

At long last the beaches are cleared of enemy troops and air support, interceptors forming protective nets as Takian artilary is set up under camoflaged netting. The incoming artillary fire is triangulated, and targeted first, waves of bombers moving to destroy anything capable of hitting the beaches. The massive artilary pieces turn towards the Lord of War border, lined up in perfect ranks and files. The first wave of artiliary steaks forth, leaving long white trails, as SOATs begin digging in and setting up sandbag fortifications to protect the weapons from incoming enemy fire.

With the sheer amount of Dozle firepower, the brave Vrakian troops attempting to land and reinforce the capitol did not make it. Thousands of troops and tens of tanks were lost but they attempted to fight and kill what they could.

However, with the reports of the LOW border under attack, the 10 massive Titan guns swung to rain death from above on SOAT positions – targeting any heavy equipment first.

OOC: As mentioned before, the Titan guns shoot 300 mm shells at least 100 km. Rate of fire – about once a minute. Inaccurate, but should be able to cause some damage.

Base #10

The last of the Vrakian fleet made it. Hasty repairs were conducted on the two damaged Kirov missile cruisers while other ships were being quickly resupplied. Aircraft patrols were doubled and SAM sites were on high alert.

Command post

General Sansaeya poured over the lastest information and new codes from Generalfeldmarshall Lunchtime O'Booze. He smiled and thought A prudent measure. As well, I doubt that the enemy would be able to speak Vrakian.

He then began drawing up plans for a counter attack. Outsides, a Vrakian special forces unit arrived – the famed King’s Own. They were soon to strike into Remmonlands territory and test out some new weaponry – having been instructed by specialists from yet another friendly nation. Also, some heavy anti-tank squads were also being outfitted with the new weaponry.

At a military airbase

The 24 long-range bombers took off, each one loaded with 12 AS-15 Kent cruise missiles. They were accompanied by a full flipper (324 planes) of various aircraft, mostly MiG 29s, and some loaded with interesting new 2000, 1000, and 500 pound bombs. They were sent to reinforce the LOW line.

OOC summary:
1) All Vrakian landing craft and crew died.
2) Naval ships previously fighting along the coast are now at Base#10
3) New equipment and some special ops arrived at the Vrak/Remmonlands border
4) Some long-range bombers and fighter craft have been sent to reinforce the LOW line. 324 fighters and 24 bombers.
5) Ten Titan guns are also firing along the LOW line – within range. 300 mm shells, once per minute, at least 100 km range.
6) The troops that were sent into Remmonlands are out on search and destroy patrols of SOATs. The artillery is pounding whatever is in range.
7) Captain Irk doesn’t like Captain Akira. Especially since he lost over a 1/3 of his men to the SOATs. Irk doesn't know Akira is a robot.

The LRRN makes it to base 10 about an hour after the Vrakian forces get there. While LRR naval bases are also very heavily fortified (what few there are, most of our coast defense ships can operate from almost anywhere), Base 10 is the closest reasonably safe harbor. The two Kirovs dominate the LRR battlegroup, which brings the total number of these very powerful missile cruisers to four. Next comes the rabble of Slavas, Sovremennys, Udaloys, and Krivaks, many of which remain outside the harbor (I doubt the entire LRRN surface warfare fleet would fit into base 10) and continue to manouver wildly as they fling depth charges at the submerged SOATs. The Harriet Beecher Stowe also arrives in the harbor, with its wing of Su-33s.

In the city, Duke Roberto continues to sit liesurely on the hull of his hovertank, sipping a cup of coffe. All around, the other Hovertanks find cover, and soon they have quite a pocket set up.

"I hope you don't mean us, Irk."

At the LRR lake base, troops continue to arrive, as well as more CB-90s and landing craft.

"Attention all allied forces, our lake staging base on Lake Red is ready to accomodate your troops as soon as they can be sent."

Back in the city, the spotters on the rooftops look out on the SOAT artillery positions, just out of range of rocket-assisted AMOS rounds.

At the LRR hangars, a flight of Varlawns gets ready for a sortie against the SOAT beachhead artillery. At the close-by bomber base, a trio of Tu-16PPs take off from the unusual paved runway. Close behind is a formidable force, comprising of all LRR's heavy bombers. Behind comes 10 Tu-160s, which had emerged from their reinforced underground hangars. They are loaded with high explosive and cluster bombs. One by one, they lurch off the runway and into the air, followed by a gaggle of other bomber aircraft, more specifically Tu-22Ms and heavily modified Canberras, as well as a pair of Il-78 tankers. The formation takes off, and heads for the LOW border. They are joined by an escort of 100 MiG-29SMTs from the naval aviation bases around the coast, loaded with anti-radar missiles. After several hours of flight, they reach the coast.......

Meanwhile, the 10 Varlawn bombers sent agains the Dozle beachhead fly at full speed just above the wavetops.

"This is Sabre lead, targets on radar."
"Roger that."
"Missiles armed."
"Targets in missile range. Weapons free. Preparing for bomb run."

The Varlawns launch their total of 40 plasma torpedos at the beach artillery emplacements.

Meanwhile, the LRRA artillery continues to fire on the advancing SOATs.

From the mountain hangars that house the LRRSF earth contingent ships, a wing of the last 50 interceptors takes off, headed for Base 10 in support of the LRRN ships. The Super Gripen (Futuretech mod, in this case) wings distributed all over LRR would have the responsibility of defending from any Dozle attacks, as well as the large amount of AA weapons.

They are accompanied by a large number of second-line interceptors, like MiG-21s and Su-15s. Of course, most pilots of the second-line aircraft figure that it will be a one-way mission.

After a short flight, they arrive near Base 10, tankers in tow. Soon, an A-50 arrives in the area.

OCC: Summary:

Bomber strikes on the SOATs attacking the LRR/LOW/Vrak line by Tu-160s, Tu-22Ms, MiG-29SMTs, and Su-22s will soon commence, once Dozle posts again.

Around 150 fighters have been sent to Base 10, consisting of 50 Blade Mk. 12 interceptors (futuretech LRR air defense aircraft) and 100 MiG-21s, Su-15s, and a very small number of Foxhounds. They are accompanied by an A-50 AWACS, and three Il-78 tankers.

The LRR/LOW/Vrak line has been reinforced by several LRR batallions. Artillery is pounding the advancing SOATs.

A base on lake red has been set up for operations in that area, consisting of an airfield and docks, as well as underground barracks. A contingent of 200 troops is heading for Tarka city via lake olympus.

The SOAT beachhead is being attacked by 10 Varlawn bombers, as well as rocket corvettes and gun cruisers.

From: Generalfeldmarshall Lunchtime O'Booze
To: All Alliance Forces
Subject: Further Info Regarding Challenge Codes
Encryption: Low (OOC: Dozle would break through this with no trouble)

In order that the challenge codes remain uncompromised it is essential that all personnel seperated from units prior to its introduction undergo testing to ensure they are not infiltrators.

Okay I'm a bit confused here myself...LLR, Vrak, Durakus could you please give me an OOC location of where you are and what you are doing?

Note Dozle I'm going to hold off on some of this for a moment to straiten out the whole mess but two major questions:

1) Where is your attack against my lines occuring? All along it or in some concentrated location. I've assumed LLR is strengthing the center portion but I need to know how spread out that attack is.

2) Didn't you take over Dikertia so why am I getting a human response? I'll go along with it but I'd like an OOC reason why I'm getting a war threat from a nation that launched an attack against us...

Note: Neither of the orbs are bombs. Think 'instantanous' wormholes problem: I have no control where they wind up...actually an illegal weapon
Unknown System
A bubble of air, stone, dirt, and STOAT appears. Floating through space...
The House of Galth
The Orb stops and begins to hum as the energy envolope expands outwards. The STOAT penetrates the outer skin and ADAM finds a primitive AI that he can't control on the other side saying
"Expand and Open....Expand and Open..."

Most of the remaining outer embankment is over run.

Tarka City
The forward Gavship takes the hits. The bow armor slags at the heat of the hits, but the ship and the guns keep firing. All six grav ships open fire with plasma torpedo's at the enemy craft as the Frigate turns and fires it's grazers at the enemy cruiser. The atmosphere disappears around the lances of high energy flux hit the cruiser.

The people just continue to run. After all most of them are already in a panic, trying to be rational doesn't really work. Some run from the gates and head back into the surrounding city.

Over Daikertia
The Barmoth fighters can take a godly amount of punishment. And they respond to the anti-air with their own, usually the armor peicing rounds Almost 100 finally lose control and plow into the nation below, their fusion reactors exploding in small spheres of devestation. The rest turn to engage the approaching enemy, letting their energy bolts be the reply. One human pilot, a little more cocky than the rest gives a response.
"Daikertia Air Defense, you are slaves of our enemy the self-deified Adam. Like all slaves who stand by their master's sides, you will be slaughtered with him. Your ships attacked the Federation, your lives shall pay the price."

The Plasma Torpedos soon discover the massive weight of shrapnal flying upwards protecting the massive mountian complex that includes the gauss guns. Four fall as they are repedily impaced by the metal. The fourth slams into the mountain and explodes. The guns appear to be silenced as a large chunk of mountian side vanishes.

OOC: I've gotten confused with the rest of this at the moment. I'll try to straiten it out in my head later...

However Total actions:
1) You have over run outer embankment of House Galth. Wormhole shpere has entered cruiser and is generating it's transport bubble...STOATS caught in previous bubble are now in a far away system.

2) Cruiser in Tarka Have fired 8 grazers, 12 medium range plasma torpedos and 24 more rounds from the Gauss Guns at the target.

3) -Lost 100 fighters to anti-air over invasion nation. Remaining 500+ fighters engaging enemy fighters. Note most are damaged from AA.

edit: fix typo...

((OOC: the attack is hitting the center of the line, trying to spearhead through, Daikerta was attacked without being attacked, the SOATs assassinating the leaders of Daikerta and replacing them with Mark II SOATs. As far as most Daikertians know, Dozle and Daikerta have a mutual alliance, however the two nations are seperate powers. In reality, Dozle holds compelte power over Daikerta, keeping control over the population with the puppet government, while he uses the resources and infrastructure for his own purpouse. Most Daikertian citizens are unaware of the invasion going on, and as such see this as an unwarneted attacke.))

The LOW Line.
As the enemy tanks opened fire on the mountain defenses along the border, the mountians opened up a flurry of counter fire on the STOATS and vehicles in the valley below. The enemy shells begin to fall onto bunkers, and troops. While most of the rockets vanish in the hail of bullets thrown upwards by some of the hell flower chain guns. The shells and rockets do damage however. Troops and are hit and killed and the mobile ground attach vehicles are hit, some shake off the shell hits, others lose power and sink to the ground, burning carcasses. Hoever, across the three lines it is fairly weak compared to the response.

Almost 800 8 inch gauss guns throw slugs of metal back at the approaching wave of tanks at almost 4 per minute. The grazers begin to fire swaths of armor melting light into the valley below, cutting at both Trees and bushes don’t burn but explode as the blasts hit them. A hail of 45mm rounds from the Hell Daisy chain guns also slam into the wave, almost 1400 of the guns are blazing away at the enemy forces. The 190 ground attach vehicles also open fire on the enemy tanks, firing armor piercing missiles and 160 mm rounds. Embedded energy bolt guns also attack the tanks. Molten iron torroids fly at any tank or Stoat in line of sight.

Nor are the sky’s silent eight Varian Gravships add the brunt of a full broadside weapons attack on the enemy forces. Small sphere’s of plasma mix in with the massive weight of magnetically driven ammo falling on the enemy targets below

OOC: Let’s see that is 22400 8 inch explosive rounds per minute.
Approximately 120 8 inch grazers firing at you
A wave of 45mm inch shells
190 anti-tank missiles at your tanks
a goodly number of 160 mm armor peircing rounds
From the Gravships 192 14 inch rounds per minute
5184 10 inch flettete rounds per minute
160 plasma bolts per minute (very few are within range so discount those but they are killing your missles)
64 heavy energy bolts per minute
You are not yet within a mile of my first line
Damage: 30 ground attack vehicles
60 independent hellfire guns
3000 troops in all lines

Translation you are walking up hill into a firestorm of explosive shells and energy weapons. (Which I can bring down using all three tiers on you due to the increasing elevation of my postions.) Weapons fire will increase at the 1/2 mark with small weapons fire.

The Logoth Fighter Base
Begins dumping heat into the surrounding area to warm up the air and liquid.

The Herran System
The Varian Fleet was now assembled to make a strike into the terran system.
They all linked their navigation computers together and translated into sidereel space together.
(OOC: numbers in a moment)

((OOC: I'm only posting the ground war in this one, the naval battle and the space battle will have to wait till Remmonlands, and Valinon posts, LOW, I'm assuming that you just showed up in space, right?))

**Lords of War boarder, spearhead attack**

The SOATs walk into an inferno, as shell and shot rip through them from three combined nations. They never hesitate as they scurry towards death, and soon a carpet of neo-titanium stretches as far as the eye can see, pocked only by the occasional crater or flash of blue eyes SOAT. Tanks blossom into flames as those just a bit too close are hit by incoming fire, the survivors turning their turrets skyward and acting as impropmptu artilary. SOATs advace under their own fire, red lances of Las cannon fire creating a never ending river of burning death from all sides, some targeting individual troops, though most being fired wildly from SOATs on the run. Behind the carnage, Mark II SOATs guide Mark I’s into a series of tunnels, the relentless bots using their claws to great affect digging towards the rear of the LoW line, while the Mark II’s brace the tunnel, only large enough for the smaller bots. Never tiring, and relentless in their mindless laboring, they make quick progress.

((OOC: it is currently morning, the tunnels will be finished late night in three days, sound fair?))

**Cruiser Crash Site, Lake Hanger**

The SOATs finished cutting through the ice, exposing the ship’s cockpit once more. Leaning down over the glass, intence beams of laser light focused on the pilots within, trying to burn them alive as the ship’s skin would not yeild.

**Cruiser Crash Site, Tarka City**

The cruiser took the shots, essentialy a sitting duck on the ground, and wide scars appeared across the surface as the hull vaporized under the power of the grazers, followed by the plasma torpedeos. The Point defence systems fired in vain, trying despratly to track the fast moving, close range missiles. Three fell, but the remaining nine tore large gashes into the hulling, knocking out a pair of weapons batteries, as well as leaving a gaping crater where a lance battery once stood. The Gauss guns were less effective, and while they tore deeply into the armor, the ship stood through the barrage. The lance batteries targeted the gravship, repaying it with six more lance rounds, while the remaining eight weapons batteries targeted and fired as best they could. In the damaged torpedeo bays, massive loaders kicked to life, loading fusion torpedeos to acompany the next volley. The SOATs, true to Dozle’s word, ignored those who fled back into the city, concentrating a wave of coilgun spikes into those still at the gate. One bot, slightly larger than the others, ran ahead of the pack, on its back a jurry rigged plasma flamer spit super heated clouds of hydrogen in wide gashes into nearby buildings, shattering glass and instantly setting famables on fire with the plasma streamers.

((OOC: that is 5 plasma lances, 8 railgun slugs, 24 high powered lasers, and 8 plasma cannons from the weapons batteries.)

**House of Galth**

No cheers errupted at the takeing of the outer embankment, and no fear shone in the eyes of the SOATs as the metal orb expanded, consuming ten of their number. Mindlessly, they pushed forward, some beginning to scan the walls for weakpoints that would allow them to exit further into the citidel. Inside the belly of the ship, Mark II SOATs set up the machinery that would produce the SOATs for further invasion, pieces of the ship canabalized as the massive factory lurched to life, spitting out more and more of the deadly warriors.

**Deep Space, Exit point of the worm hole**

The SOATs quicly recalculated their possition, noting themselves in anouther Galaxy alltogether. They latched onto a nearby asteriod, and kicked off in the dirrection they caluculated earth would be at upon their arrival. Flying through space, they headed back to earth, systems shutting down to retain power when they would arrive. . . some billions of years in the future.

**Remmonland’s Capital**

“Accualy, we were sent here to brief you. . . you may not be awar of it, but Dozle is. . . was, the Crown Prince of Valinon and the Heir to the Takian Empire. . . the forces you face here were created in Taka in secret. We belive Dozle is being manipulated by a force known as Adam, the self proclaimed Machine God. . . now, if you want to continue losing troops and supplies, that’s fine, but you strike me as a general who knows what he’s doing, so if you’ll please lead me to your command bunker, we can give you the information we have on them, as well as information on the enemy to distribute to your troops.” Akira said, producing a small holographic projection device and a smaller silver disk.

One of the troops turned to the LRR officer and smiled, though none of his other features changed.

“Ah, don’t worry about that, I’m sure that it’ll be fine, accualy, our commanders are glad for any help we may get on this front of our war against Adam. Though I’ve heard grim reports on the Alpha Centuari front. . . I’m sure that the strongest side will prevail in the end, it always does.”

**Dukratus Line, Deep in Remmonlands**

The bot reacted quickly, spinning as he was thrown to remove the filiment grenade, flinging it with his remaning arm as he hit the ground running. It detonated against the underbelly of an overturned tank, the filiments ripping thorugh the armored hulk as if it weren’t even there, a few stray pieces striking Dukratian and LRR troops, though doing little more than cause minor, if painful, papercut wounds. The leader of the Mark II’s rolled away, the filiments cutting through his uniform and synthetic flesh with equal ease, though luckily missing vital operating systems. He stood, a ragged wound over his arm, and an inch deep laceration through his titanium “bone”. He moved it a bit, but the skin was too baddly tattered, and caught in the joint. He reached down, thoughtfully fingering the wound, before ripping it away, exposing rubber muscle and wire tendons. He flexed the arm, combat capable, but barely, and turned back towards the wall of tanks. It was earily silent, all the others dealing with his fellow infiltrators, or firing at the wall of SOATs, pressing inward again, taking advantage of the lull in combat to make advances. Experimentaly he pushed against a tank. . . too heavy to be lifted, but perhaps. . . he kicked it with all his might, his planted foot sinking deep into the ground as the tank rocked, teatering for a moment before crashing over on its side, exposing a breach in the wall.

“No one defies my god, fool” he says, walking menacingly towards the officer that had escaped death at his hands moments before. The voice changes slowly “and no one stops my plans for conquest.” Adam says, his voice coming through the bot’s frame. “no one has stood against me for long, and you, like them, will die now. . .” He grabs a sword from the body of an officer not yet removed, and holds it upright, his body tence, and his eyes stone as he takes a kendo stance. He smiles darkly, clouds forming behind the robot’s eyes as a sentience forms in them, a hatred so intence, it must be human, yet it remains coldly mechanical, methodical.

“how do you kill a God?” he asks, retoricaly, lunging towards him, the blade backing as if it will be thrust, but at the last moment, he drops the tip to his left and brings it up in a slash, his damaged hand grabbing out above it, attempting to grappel.

Two of the infiltrators fall, their flesh torn away to expose the vital robotics beneath, shortly before round after round slammed through them, silencing the mechanical warriors perminalty. The remaining three duck to cover, firing upon any who comes within range, while the first Mark I SOAT crests the top of the tank baracades, exploiting the lull in fire caused by the confusion on the ground.

**Daikertian Airspace**

“Oh great, this wacko thinks we are at war with him” the human retorts “look pal, if you’ve got a problem with Dozle, take it up with him, but if you want to attack us because our government made an alliance with the wrong person, then you’ve got anouther thing coming. . .”

The plane took up possition behind the enemy bomber, and opened fire, bright beams of light streaking from the underbelly cannon, while more traditional 20mm bullets flashed in long streamers into it. Intersperced between the regular bullets, thermite bullets flashed, lighting the sky with their intence heat, followed by the crack of explosive bullets as the popped around the aircraft’s hull. Through out the sky, the planes engaged in a deadly dance, several Daikertian fighters falling, as the more agile Dozle interceptors used them as screens for the incoming fire, before locking on and engaging with missiles. The ground flak intencified, as mobile flack tanks arrived on the scene, creating deadly streamers for the aircraft to manuver around.

((OOC: if you want a pilot to survive and hit the ground, there are a goodly number of people in Daikerta who suspect Dozle to have made Daikerta into a pupet state, that would be more than willing to assist you in sabatage and creating “problems” in the factories producing SOATs.))

OCC: LOW, I'm in the second line of defenses, remember? And artillery is further back. There must be close to 7,000 of my troops in the line. Their APCs are hidden further back, though. In case of a hasty retreat..... :wink:

OCC: LOW, I'm in the second line of defenses, remember? And artillery is further back. There must be close to 7,000 of my troops in the line. Their APCs are hidden further back, though. In case of a hasty retreat..... :wink:

OCC: LOW, I'm in the second line of defenses, remember? And artillery is further back. There must be close to 7,000 of my troops in the line. Their APCs are hidden further back, though. In case of a hasty retreat..... :wink:

((OOC: I'm only posting the ground war in this one, the naval battle and the space battle will have to wait till Remmonlands, and Valinon posts, LOW, I'm assuming that you just showed up in space, right?))

**Lords of War boarder, spearhead attack**

The SOATs walk into an inferno, as shell and shot rip through them from three combined nations. They never hesitate as they scurry towards death, and soon a carpet of neo-titanium stretches as far as the eye can see, pocked only by the occasional crater or flash of blue eyes SOAT. Tanks blossom into flames as those just a bit too close are hit by incoming fire, the survivors turning their turrets skyward and acting as impropmptu artilary. SOATs advace under their own fire, red lances of Las cannon fire creating a never ending river of burning death from all sides, some targeting individual troops, though most being fired wildly from SOATs on the run. Behind the carnage, Mark II SOATs guide Mark I’s into a series of tunnels, the relentless bots using their claws to great affect digging towards the rear of the LoW line, while the Mark II’s brace the tunnel, only large enough for the smaller bots. Never tiring, and relentless in their mindless laboring, they make quick progress.

((OOC: it is currently morning, the tunnels will be finished late night in three days, sound fair?))

**Cruiser Crash Site, Lake Hanger**

The SOATs finished cutting through the ice, exposing the ship’s cockpit once more. Leaning down over the glass, intence beams of laser light focused on the pilots within, trying to burn them alive as the ship’s skin would not yeild.

**Cruiser Crash Site, Tarka City**

The cruiser took the shots, essentialy a sitting duck on the ground, and wide scars appeared across the surface as the hull vaporized under the power of the grazers, followed by the plasma torpedeos. The Point defence systems fired in vain, trying despratly to track the fast moving, close range missiles. Three fell, but the remaining nine tore large gashes into the hulling, knocking out a pair of weapons batteries, as well as leaving a gaping crater where a lance battery once stood. The Gauss guns were less effective, and while they tore deeply into the armor, the ship stood through the barrage. The lance batteries targeted the gravship, repaying it with six more lance rounds, while the remaining eight weapons batteries targeted and fired as best they could. In the damaged torpedeo bays, massive loaders kicked to life, loading fusion torpedeos to acompany the next volley. The SOATs, true to Dozle’s word, ignored those who fled back into the city, concentrating a wave of coilgun spikes into those still at the gate. One bot, slightly larger than the others, ran ahead of the pack, on its back a jurry rigged plasma flamer spit super heated clouds of hydrogen in wide gashes into nearby buildings, shattering glass and instantly setting famables on fire with the plasma streamers.

((OOC: that is 5 plasma lances, 8 railgun slugs, 24 high powered lasers, and 8 plasma cannons from the weapons batteries.)

**House of Galth**

No cheers errupted at the takeing of the outer embankment, and no fear shone in the eyes of the SOATs as the metal orb expanded, consuming ten of their number. Mindlessly, they pushed forward, some beginning to scan the walls for weakpoints that would allow them to exit further into the citidel. Inside the belly of the ship, Mark II SOATs set up the machinery that would produce the SOATs for further invasion, pieces of the ship canabalized as the massive factory lurched to life, spitting out more and more of the deadly warriors.

**Deep Space, Exit point of the worm hole**

The SOATs quicly recalculated their possition, noting themselves in anouther Galaxy alltogether. They latched onto a nearby asteriod, and kicked off in the dirrection they caluculated earth would be at upon their arrival. Flying through space, they headed back to earth, systems shutting down to retain power when they would arrive. . . some billions of years in the future.

**Remmonland’s Capital**

“Accualy, we were sent here to brief you. . . you may not be awar of it, but Dozle is. . . was, the Crown Prince of Valinon and the Heir to the Takian Empire. . . the forces you face here were created in Taka in secret. We belive Dozle is being manipulated by a force known as Adam, the self proclaimed Machine God. . . now, if you want to continue losing troops and supplies, that’s fine, but you strike me as a general who knows what he’s doing, so if you’ll please lead me to your command bunker, we can give you the information we have on them, as well as information on the enemy to distribute to your troops.” Akira said, producing a small holographic projection device and a smaller silver disk.

One of the troops turned to the LRR officer and smiled, though none of his other features changed.

“Ah, don’t worry about that, I’m sure that it’ll be fine, accualy, our commanders are glad for any help we may get on this front of our war against Adam. Though I’ve heard grim reports on the Alpha Centuari front. . . I’m sure that the strongest side will prevail in the end, it always does.”

**Dukratus Line, Deep in Remmonlands**

The bot reacted quickly, spinning as he was thrown to remove the filiment grenade, flinging it with his remaning arm as he hit the ground running. It detonated against the underbelly of an overturned tank, the filiments ripping thorugh the armored hulk as if it weren’t even there, a few stray pieces striking Dukratian and LRR troops, though doing little more than cause minor, if painful, papercut wounds. The leader of the Mark II’s rolled away, the filiments cutting through his uniform and synthetic flesh with equal ease, though luckily missing vital operating systems. He stood, a ragged wound over his arm, and an inch deep laceration through his titanium “bone”. He moved it a bit, but the skin was too baddly tattered, and caught in the joint. He reached down, thoughtfully fingering the wound, before ripping it away, exposing rubber muscle and wire tendons. He flexed the arm, combat capable, but barely, and turned back towards the wall of tanks. It was earily silent, all the others dealing with his fellow infiltrators, or firing at the wall of SOATs, pressing inward again, taking advantage of the lull in combat to make advances. Experimentaly he pushed against a tank. . . too heavy to be lifted, but perhaps. . . he kicked it with all his might, his planted foot sinking deep into the ground as the tank rocked, teatering for a moment before crashing over on its side, exposing a breach in the wall.

“No one defies my god, fool” he says, walking menacingly towards the officer that had escaped death at his hands moments before. The voice changes slowly “and no one stops my plans for conquest.” Adam says, his voice coming through the bot’s frame. “no one has stood against me for long, and you, like them, will die now. . .” He grabs a sword from the body of an officer not yet removed, and holds it upright, his body tence, and his eyes stone as he takes a kendo stance. He smiles darkly, clouds forming behind the robot’s eyes as a sentience forms in them, a hatred so intence, it must be human, yet it remains coldly mechanical, methodical.

“how do you kill a God?” he asks, retoricaly, lunging towards him, the blade backing as if it will be thrust, but at the last moment, he drops the tip to his left and brings it up in a slash, his damaged hand grabbing out above it, attempting to grappel.

Two of the infiltrators fall, their flesh torn away to expose the vital robotics beneath, shortly before round after round slammed through them, silencing the mechanical warriors perminalty. The remaining three duck to cover, firing upon any who comes within range, while the first Mark I SOAT crests the top of the tank baracades, exploiting the lull in fire caused by the confusion on the ground.

**Daikertian Airspace**

“Oh great, this wacko thinks we are at war with him” the human retorts “look pal, if you’ve got a problem with Dozle, take it up with him, but if you want to attack us because our government made an alliance with the wrong person, then you’ve got anouther thing coming. . .”

The plane took up possition behind the enemy bomber, and opened fire, bright beams of light streaking from the underbelly cannon, while more traditional 20mm bullets flashed in long streamers into it. Intersperced between the regular bullets, thermite bullets flashed, lighting the sky with their intence heat, followed by the crack of explosive bullets as the popped around the aircraft’s hull. Through out the sky, the planes engaged in a deadly dance, several Daikertian fighters falling, as the more agile Dozle interceptors used them as screens for the incoming fire, before locking on and engaging with missiles. The ground flak intencified, as mobile flack tanks arrived on the scene, creating deadly streamers for the aircraft to manuver around.

((OOC: if you want a pilot to survive and hit the ground, there are a goodly number of people in Daikerta who suspect Dozle to have made Daikerta into a pupet state, that would be more than willing to assist you in sabatage and creating “problems” in the factories producing SOATs.))

OCC: Sorry about the triple post....er.....yeah.

IC:

At the Dukratus Line

The LRR Infantrymen and tankers take moderate casualties from the SOAT fire. The wounded are quickly brought to the large number of ambulences, where they are whisked away to a waiting Heron MEDEVAC seaplane.

The mechanized infantry troopers keep up a steady stream of fire from their plasma rifles and squad support weapons, with the occasional anti-tank rocket in between. Pairs of LRR troops can be seen throwing down their empty Eryx launchers from their rocky outcroppings and running at full speed to the line, many through the hatches at the last minute. Below, on the other side of the line, the CV-90s and MT-LBs stand ready to go, prepared to recieve retreating troops. Their weapons are ready to ward off SOATs hot on their heels, and the various modifications done to the vehicles makes them very fast. If worst comes to worse, a squadron of Zubrs and other hovercrafts are nearby, allowing for a fast evac on the shores of Lake Olympus.

The artillery keeps up a steady barrage on the SOAT advance, with ammunition carriers coming up almost by the minute to replenish the howitzers.

Meanwhile, overhead, the bombing formation nears the line. From high altitude, the heavy bombers near target range. The Tu-160s take the lead, with the various other bombers in various positions around their formation.

"Blue lead to all aircraft, we are in target range. Bombs free."

From the lead Tu-160, a cluster of fuel-air explosive bombs fall earthward, soon joined by the ordanance of the other bombers. The Su-22s also come in, at much faster speed and at lower altitude, they deposit napalm and folding-fin rockets on the SOAT attackers. The MiGs stay high and watch for any hostile aircraft.

At the Dukratus Line

Captain Dali catches sight of the lead infiltrator and shoots it with his plasma SMG. Not far away, one of his troops announces the SOAT attack, and the first few SOATs over are cut down by SBSW-3 fire. Several 155mm howitzers also are brought into action, firing directly into the SOAT advance.

In the Remmonlands Capital

"Ok. I'm sure old Denny will find a way."

By now, the LRR naval infantrymen had fortified most of the block, and SBSWs can be seen sticking out from the windows as they wait for the SOAT assault.

At the Daikertan War Works

Lieutenant Johnson is the first off the ramp of the frigate as it touches down amid the heavy fire. He is followed by 20 other naval infantrymen, all armed with heavy weapons, as they start flinging grenades and explosives at the waiting SOATs. One of the frigates plows through the bots and into the ocean, the survivors climbing into the small rafts and racing away for all they are worth.

OOC: Sorry for the delay.

IC:

North Germanian line; Remmonlands...

Bodies piled inside NG bunkers. It seemed as soon as a machine gun position was secured, SOAT fire blasted the gunner backwards. Machine gun nests hidden in surrounding wooded areas fired constantly, and seemed to have better luck than the soldiers inside the bunkers.

Flashes from the sun reflecting off of SOAT droids are nearly blinding to the unprotected eye.

Feldmarshal First Class Rudolf Küll: The SOATs are forming a spearhead. Call all tank reinforcements immediately!

Panzer Korps reinforcement positions 3 and 5...

General Reiss: All tank drivers, man your tanks! Küll has requested our reinforcement!

North Germanian line...

Mortars exploded as SOATs tore through North Germanian defenses. The NG soldiers' faces were covered in blood, sweat, and dirt. Supplies were running low. Rats scurried through North Germanian trenches, and flies landed on the bodies.

Feldmarshal First Class Rudolf Küll: Prepare for the SOATs to enter the trenches. Man all machine guns. Bring the miniguns from the back to the front.

Küll, in a radio transmission with checkpoint 7, the closest one to the front line: Request anti-material snipers behind the front line. Request bomb strikes against SOAT positions. Hurry it up, they're moving far too quickly for my comfort. Out.[/i]

Thirty minutes later...

The tank column tore through the trees, and 15 tanks opened fire at once. SOATs inside the trenches were mangled into scrap metal by the devastating tank blasts.

Tank Commander Stern: All 200mm artillery open fire on my mark...secure targets...feuer frei!

Ground-shaking artillery shells thudded against SOAT positions in quick repetition.

Küll: All Executioners advance to trench breach!

40 Executioners advanced towards the breach and let loose T.O.W. missisles rapidly, while miniguns erupted. Enemy SOATs were shredded in the explosions and wall of bullets, while the Executioners were ripped to pieces by SOAT fire just as quickly.

The SOATs were inside the trenches, but were tightly closed upon. A complete standstill held in North Germanian bunkers and trenches for hours.

The sky filled with gunpowder, smoke, and the scent of death. A light snow began to fall, soaking up blood and turning the earth red. The carnage couldn't have been calculated by North Germanian command, and it wouldn't end soon.

Notes: North Germanian armored reinforcement column: 400 Leopard 2A6 EX main battle tanks, 300 Leopard 3 heavy tanks, 180 200mm artillery guns, 200 155mm artillery pieces, 350 Bradley fighting vehicles.

Battle name: Battle of the Western Trenches

Edit: Notes and typo.

At the position of the 17th Armored Brigade, and the 15th Mechanized Infantry Brigade

The general in charge of the 6,000 LRR troops positioned in the hilly, rocky area not far from lake red, General Rufus Saxton, listens to the radio reports. They were well equipped, like most of the LRRA, partially because the expeditionary LRRA is relatively small, partiall because of the efficency of LRR designs. Outside the small cave is the general's personal ZIL truck, a command variant of the widely used vehicle. The WISV wheeled APC made up only a small fraction of the mechanized infantry forces, and most WISVs are based in LRR itself. The ZIL was the vehicle the mechanized infantry was famous for.

"Sounds like the North Germanian line is taking a heavy beating, sir."
"I can hear that, lieutenant."

All around, troops were camped out near their vehicles. The light snow falls on the LRR troops also, the temperature hovering around freezing. The snowflakes wet the surfaces of the ZILs and T-90s, and troops break out their far less warm ponchos as they try to suck heat off vehicle engines.

A motorcyclist rides up along the muddy road that the two LRR brigades had camped around, vehicles hidden under trees and other foliage. Troops watch as the motorcycle rides up towards the command ZIL at speed, splattering sentries with mud. At the end of its route, the driver looses traction and takes a fall into a cold, muddy puddle. He picks himself and his motorcycle up out of the mud, and walks over to the general's cave.

"Sir! Orders from Duke Lenni!"
"Bring 'em here."

The cyclist takes out a mud-covered plastic bag from his pocket, inside of which is a letter.

"Lenni wants us to reinforce the NG line. Major?"
"Yes, sir?"
"Spread the word, all troops are to man their vehicles."

The news quickly spreads among the LRR troops. Infantrymen rush into the backs of their ZILs, and get comfortable by the firing ports as the big diesel engines start up. The massive trucks pul out from under their cover and begin towards the North Germanian line. Wolf recon cars lead the columns of ZILs over the road, the command ZIL of general Saxton in the lead. Overhead, gazelle helicopters circle the column, in direct radio contact with the troops on the ground. As the ZILs reach the fields below their position, they are met by the 17th armored brigade. The T-90s and other support vehicles take the lead for the Column as it heads towards the North Germanian line.

OOC: Unfortunatly this thread is going to have to wait untill Monday at the earliest to continue. I am going to be out of town for the weekend, so this will be my last post till I return. I pray that you don't post too much, as I'd hate to come back to 3 extra pages of things I must deal with. My appology for this, however it is something that I am going to be doing reguardless. Peace with you all, untill I return.

Paul,
player of Taka and Dozle

OOC: Thank you, L.R.R.! By the way, I'll be out of town this weekend also, I believe. Unless plans change.

IC:

Battle of the Western Trenches...

The standstill within the trenches was barely moving in favor of the Germanians. The anti-material snipers were tearing apart SOAT assault lines as they advanced. Supplies sent from the nation of Layarteb had been received and sent to the trenches. NG'an morale has increased and soldiers are fighting with more intensity than ever...

Feldmarshal First Class Küll: Move all miniguns into high altitude positions. Set up T.O.W. positions with the miniguns. You have twenty minutes, commander.

Imperial Reich Commander van Eschen: Jawohl!

The commander follows his orders, and soon miniguns and T.O.W. missiles are hailing down upon SOAT positions.

Küll: (Peering through binoculars) Their attack waves are thinning. Prepare all armored columns and soldiers for blitzkrieg.

Imperial Reich Commander van Eschen: Herr Küll, Lunatic Retard Robots reinforcements are here.

Küll: Who called for reinforcements from them?

I.R. Commander van Eschen: I don't know, Herr Felsmarshal.

Küll: Well, who cares? Pin some smoke down on our positions. Radio their command unit and inform him the smoke positions are ours.

The Imperial Commander salutes and soon clouds of blue smoke erupt from North Germanian positions. Sprays of blood from soldiers being shot give the smoke a sickly purple color on ground level.

The North Germanian tank columns begin to rush across the trenches towards SOAT positions. A clash of metal can be heard throughout the battlefield...

Imperial Commander van Eschen: Sir, we have commands from Remmonlands to pull out of the area and fall back to more "secure" lines.

Küll: We've almost overrun the enemy! Get me on a line with Remmonlands!

The Emperor stood in front of the podium, his broadcast going to millions. "At the request of North Germania, whom is in a viscious and brutal war, the Empire of Layarteb has committed to deliver humanitarian supplies of food, water, medicine, and oil. The food and water will go to the much needed people of the country as well as the medicine. Oil will go to keep the power in the hospitals and the infrastructure, particularly the emergency sectors. The supplies are being delivered via airlift and ship. Tankers will deliver the oil and other supplies and aircraft will fly around the clock lifting supplies. Boeing 747s, C-5s, C-17s, and An-225s will be delivering the supplies.

"That is all..."

OOC: Is there anyway we can have a full summary on all the events that have happened thus far and maybe a map?

OOC: Find the OOC thread or for a general map of the battle...actually North Germania is outside of tne engagement area by several hundread miles on the Lost Isle and your not a recognized player in this,,,or an ally of either the Federation or the Tarka Empire as far as I know. So you can give aid but likely you'll get shot at by both sides unless you get permission from the Privy Council of the Federated Klatchian Coast (Alcona and Hubris, Durakus, D.B....) to help assist...I've got to get a post for this ready..... :?

OOC: Find the OOC thread or for a general map of the battle...actually North Germania is outside of tne engagement area by several hundread miles on the Lost Isle and your not a recognized player in this,,,or an ally of either the Federation or the Tarka Empire as far as I know. So you can give aid but likely you'll get shot at by both sides unless you get permission from the Privy Council of the Federated Klatchian Coast (Alcona and Hubris, Durakus, D.B....) to help assist...I've got to get a post for this ready..... :?

North Germania requested my assistance and when he posts he'll back it up and I am helping his whole region with aide if they want and that's a future task but right now just NG. Yeah the OOC thread is as complicated as this one.

Near the LOW SOAT line

The Vrakian craft approach the SOAT line, taking care not to get too low for any flack. But for this mission, it was not needed. The 24 bombers, each with 12 AS-15 Kent cruise missiles launched the first wave (OOC: say, 6 missiles per plane) at any known hardened SOAT positions. The 410 kg HE warhead was sure to cause some damage. Besides the range on the missiles would ensure that the bombers would not get close at all.

Most of the 324 fighter jets were loaded with 2000 lb fuel air bombs, and began to drop them on the SOAT wave. Then, if an opportunity presented itself, air to surface missiles would aim for large targets such as tanks or artillery. But, 50 planes veered to the right flank and began to drop some special 1000 lb bombs – being careful not to overlap too much. These devices were shipped from a close friend and their effects were being monitored. In fact, this trial run will help determine future strategy against the Dozle menace and perhaps help turn the tide of the war. The special bombs are none other than EMP systems.


At the main command post

The famed King's Own, Vrak’s special ops arrived. They were outfitted with some new toys as well, specifically EMP grenades and some EMP AT systems. Two full battalions, in groups no larger than a squadron (12 troops) began to stealthily cross into the Remmonlands border. As well, some of the regular troops were issued armour piercing rounds while fresh supplies were being brought in. Some regular anti tank squads were also being outfitted with EMP systems.


Elsewhere in Remmonlands

The general retreat order was sounded and the Vrakian battalions began to head back, as speedily as possible.


The Vrak/LOW border

The ten Titan guns continued to rain 300 mm shells onto any SOAT positions within range.


OOC:

1) 24 bombers shot 144 cruise missiles in the first wave.
2) About 274 fighter jets dropped 2000 lbs fuel air bombs. 50 dropped 1000 lb EMP bombs. Stats: 1,000lb unit: max effective pulse range of about 1,200m, with high effectiveness against protected systems out to 260m.
3) Two battalions of special ops armed with EMP grenades and AT systems entered Remmonlands in small groups. Stats: AT systems, effective range of up to 560m with high effectiveness against protected targets in the immediate vicinity (about 60m). Stats: EMP grenade, about like a regular grenade, about 10 meters or so.
4) Regular troops in Remmonlands now retreating. Titans still shooting. Nothing new in the capital. Irk is still fighting.
5) Will be out for a few days, depending on how fast I get my new Internet connection hooked up.

At the battle o' the trenches

"Sir, smoke on the horizon."
"Probably the North Germanians."

General Saxton watches from the top of his command ZIL, hidden among some trees, along with much of the LRR force, two batallions worth of mechanized infantrymen, and a smattering of tank destroyers.

Across the field, the 1st tank batallion of the 17th armored moves into action.

Aboard the lead tank of F platoon, the gunner loads a magazine of 140mm rounds into the breech of the T-90II's gun.

"Smoke, to the right."
"Roger that. North Germanian positions."
"SOATs, near that stretch of trench over there."
"I see them, firing."

The T-90II empties its 5-round magazine of 140mm HE rounds into the SOATs near F platoon's position. The tanks manouver around the battlefield, covering a very wide front as they fire onto the SOATs coming at the NG line.

OOC: Confirmed about Layarteb. My ally. I requested humanitarian and military aid. He granted it. If anyone has a problem, let me know. I'll address it ASAP. I'll discuss it with the Privy Council as well if needed.

IC:

Battle of the Western Trenches...

Imperial Commander van Eschen: Herr Küll, LRR forces are firing.

Küll: Excellent. Prepare all tanks for further advancement. We must break the line in one solid push. All tanks forward, now.

Imperial Commander van Eschen: Jawohl!

An armored column from the 4th Panzer Korps stormed towards SOAT positions. Explosions from North Germanian and LRR fire erupted within the clod of SOATs. Hunks of metal flew throughout the air.

The SOAT forces had finally been pushed back out of the trenches.

Küll: Establish a medical ground for Layarteban and North Germanian medical teams to set-up. Move all the artillery into the trenches. Order all Imperial Guardsmen to advance on SOAT positions. Send an advance force of 80 Executioners to support their push.

IC van Eschen: Jawohl!

Soon hundreds of grey-cloaked Imperial Guardsmen were pouring out of the trenches and combating enemy SOATs. The Executioners used pneumatic hammers for close range fighting. Loud clanks of metal echoed through the air as the hammers collided with SOATs.

However, the death rate was by no means any lighter. Imperial Guardsmen still continued to be slaughtered in the trenches.

Küll: Send an official thanks to the LRR commander. Inform him we would have probably all died had it not been for their support. Oh, and van Eschen, call Veisser and get them to send a decent force.

Imperial Commander van Eschen phoned headquarters in Veisser, N.G. A force of 8,000 Imperial Guardsmen, 300 tanks, and 150 Executioners was en route.

Thus begins the airlift. There will be 747-400s flying over in addition to C-5Bs and C-17As all with advanced retro-fitted jamming systems that block out IR as well as other guidance methods. They will be flying high to avoid MANPADS and visually guided weapons. Fighter escorts will be provided for with F/A-22s, F-14Ds, F-15Cs, and the top secret F-24As.

Being delivered by air: medical supplies, medical teams, food, additional supplies

Specially modified KC-10s and KC-135s that were already used to ferry water for forward troops are being done so as well.

Ships carrying oil for power purposes and heating purposes are arriving as well. These ships fly neutral flags and should not be engaged. No military forces have been committed to the region or battlefield yet.

bump for Dozle. No more people post until he gets on.

OOC: Thanks, Layarteb. And confirmed, L.R.R.

OOC: Thanks, Layarteb. And confirmed, L.R.R.

BUMP

BUMP

OOC: Still no Dozle, eh?

OOC: Hmmmmm. Dozle/Taka, if you see this, please check your telegrams.

I think this is dead or dying.

I think this is dead or dying.

DON'T SAY THAT!!!!!!!!!!11

OOC: First, I'm partly to blame...but this thing seems not to like my LOW account this second and some other Rp's have started eating into my time...Second, it has only been a week...and near midterms so let us all relax...

note: I hope to have a L.O.W post up tommorow morning...when things tend to be easier to post.

It's not LOW who's AWOL it's Dozle

This RP is ridiculous its dead and over. Adios. I urge both sides to ignore what happened as apparently since the RP never concluded nothing really counts for either side. Deployments, etc. should all go the way of the wind!

This RP is ridiculous its dead and over. Adios. I urge both sides to ignore what happened as apparently since the RP never concluded nothing really counts for either side. Deployments, etc. should all go the way of the wind!

OOC: Seeing how you came a bit late, you will pardon me if I choose to, well, ignore your advice. There is more behind the scenes that you don't know about. This RP is still salvagable - but we'll see. Maybe you'll be right in the end. Who knows?

If you, or any others participating in this thread have any concerns or questions, feel free to telegram me.

This RP is ridiculous its dead and over. Adios. I urge both sides to ignore what happened as apparently since the RP never concluded nothing really counts for either side. Deployments, etc. should all go the way of the wind!

I'm mildly insulted by that remark. This thread is now officialy mothballed as I'm finding myself with little to no time outside of work, sleep and varous other personal problems that have popped up. I'm going to keep it active by bumping it once a month, but other than that, I'm afraid that there won't be a Dozle post till May at the earliest. If someone is interested in playing Dozle for me, I'd love to keep this thread going, so telegram me or my Dozle account with your offer and I'll send you what you will need to keep it up. Thanks for you time and patients, and I'm really sorry to have to do this, unfortuanlty I simply can't continue with the way my real life affairs have been going.

Paul

player for Taka and Dozle

OOC: Well, time to wrap this up. We in the FKC have been extraordinarily patient but ya gotta tie up loose ends. Seeing how Dozle and Remmonlands no longer exist, this is a good as time as any. This post is only Vrak's wrapping up of events. Other FKC nations will soon follow.

IC:

And then, it was over.

Finally.

But, at what cost? The military analysts, economists, not to mention the dead soldier’s mothers were only beginning to comprehend the full impact that the Dozle invasion wrought upon the FKC. Wailing in the streets could be heard as funeral processions became an all too common sight. Not since the Great Blood Wars has Vrak endured so much loss.

The eastern coast bordering the Polar Sea now had new scars, caused by a barrage of plasma and missiles from the Dozle frigates and agile interceptors. Base #10 fell to the robot menace and was the center of a fierce counterattack, culminating in a fiery antimatter blast that destroyed a significant number of the enemy and friendly forces. Clean up operations would take decades. Not to mention the dollar costs.

As well, the once proud nation of Remmonlands ceased to exist – even after a brave resistance was fought, especially in the capital itself. There, Vrak was part of the initial naval engagement and a foiled amphibious landing, trying to send aide to the Dukratian, LRR, and Remmonland forces. Incredibly, even the Lords of War were severely tested in this gruesome war.

But, victory ultimately belonged to the Klatch. While the Vrakian military concerned itself with rebuilding its forces, some military research experts availed themselves to the war booty. Deep sea ships were sent to retrieve hulks of Dolze frigates that crashed into the frigid sea not only for study, but to become part of a war memorial. Even now, some smashed up SOATs and other recovered machinery were displayed in the ancient Vrakian barbarian ways along the main avenue leading up to the King’s Palace.

As well, a new force began to build itself in Vrak. New policy changes were quickly being introduced to capitalize on the populace's fears while the Order of Bok, till now an oppressed religious group, began to gain momentum. After all, some of the fanatical Bok monks were able to offer solace to soldiers who feared death and even proved their worthiness by successfully recruiting much needed manpower during the war. Some even joined the King’s Own and offered their expertise. Even the King, who by now was showing his years, acknowledged their importance, if grudgingly.

Indeed, new forces are stirring in Vrak. And not all of them pleasant.

The ending of the war was greeted with restrained euphoria in Dyelli Beybi. Victory had come, but not due to any Dyelli Beybian troops, indeed no Dyelli Beybians had seen combat, although a few had heard it going on in the distance.

Dyelli Beybi's economy had not been so lucky. The war had disrupted Dyelli Beybian trading routes through the Lakes, as well as with most of the Nations in the North. Dyelli Beybi was a trading Nation and this had been bad for business. As happens when people experience things they cannot comprehend, in Dyelli Beybi the demand went up for answers, and none were forthcoming from Provincial Government.

Scenting the downfall of the NSWP Government, the Communist Party began taking a strong anti-Klatch line which found gathering support in the populace. Was it not the Central Government that had brought them into this dreadfull war which had resulted in the destruction of valuable trade routes? Was it not also Central Government that had tried to shame the Province time and time again in the negotiations at Nekoa Bay?

In Bath and Welles, anti-Klatchian riots turned violent. A few people even went as far as to accuse the Cheka of having helped instigate them, although as usual when that particular organisation was involved (or indeed was not involved), no evidence was forthcoming.

OCC: Perhaps a victory parade?

IC:

The LRR troops, weary of the long and difficult war, head for the coast. They can be seen leaving across the FKC in long columns, with the sound of Dire Straits or another band hanging around the vehicles. Troops take full advantage of the end of combat, and ride on top of their vehicles, getting fresh air. LRRAF and LRRSF EDF fighters cross the FKC coast in large deltas. The LRRN motors out of the Vrakian port and back to the fleet anchorage on the coast of LRR.

Soon, the LRR armored columns reach the FKC coast. They cross th beach, littered with destroyed SOATs, their equipment, and many dead Vrak marines. They are met by the sight of tens of RO/RO ships, which are loaded up. The first LRRA troops arrive home at night, and columns can be heard rumbling through the streets as the troops return to their defense districts. Crowds line the streets through the cities, and throw flowers towards the troops. Only the armored crews are awake, the mechanized infantrymen they carry sound asleep inside their vehicles.

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The loader inside an MBT-5 Tecumseh, asleep, surrounded by empty food wrappers and a coke bottle.