Imitora
05-03-2004, 09:04
OOC: After a brief time of thinking, I've decided that an invasion I'll be helping out with later on will be second in line to this conquest. Since the nation whose territories we are invading usually blanket ignores space tech, and my entire military is space tech based, it would be easier for me to start here, and let him decide weather or not he wants to join.
IC:
Hanoi, Vietnam
March 5, 2120, 0122 hours, local
The night air was cool in the city, quiet now in the very early hours of the morning. The roads were empty, the lights off, the sky clear.
A police officer patrolled the streets, walking along a sidewalk that ran parrallel with the capitol building for the Communist country. He was a young officer, the kind that thinks he can change the world. He was married, and had a young child. However, the officer's stalkers didn't know, nor care, about his family.
The officer didn't hear the footsteps behind him, and nor did he know that he was about to die. However, he felt the garrot wire pull around his neck, and the wire cut into his skin. He felt the life ebb away from him, and saw the world go dark.
The 12 man assault team from Imitora's Colonial Marine Corp black operation unit, Black Cell, moved quietly across the street, and over the fence. Two gaurds fell to silenced pistol fire, 10mm JHPs ripping into the bodies, dropping them. The team continued to move across the yard, using their silenced hand guns, their M15 SOOWs slung over their back.
More gaurds fell, and soon the assault team made into the designated entrance. They scalled the wall, and using the advanced optical systems mounted in their helmets, scaned the hallway. They moved in through the window, and quickly subdued two more gaurds, this time with their M15 SOOWs, .50 caseless rounds ripping into the gaurds.
It wasn't long before the entire palace had been taken, and the team had secured the building. The team was now in control, and using a secure transmission, contacted one of the many Imitoran ships hovering in the black void of space above.
Whiskey Delta, Bravo Tango Six. We have control of Newman. Building clear. Procede with Burning Tiger. Repeat, Procede with Burning Tiger.
Space
March 5, 2120, 0130 hours
The first of many flights began. The Raven fighters broke through the atmosphere, using reverse thrust to slow, then began to turn and manuever towards their target. They quickly banked and jinked till they were lined up on a preset course over Vietnam.
The first flight dove, quickly, towards the earth. There Athena and GhostSkin technology keeping them invisible to ground based observers. The fighters went low, and after three minutes, were only 4,000 feet over Vietnam.
Whiskey Delta, this is Ghostrider Six, we are in the pipe, starting run in four, three, two...starting!
The Ravens opened fire, spraying the field with 30mm HE rounds, tearing the target, an airbase, apart. The DU and TC rounds ripped into fighter, bombers, and other vehicles, causing small explosions as the sparks ignited fires witht he gassoline.
The fighters finished their runs, banked at teh end of the field, and started in again, this time releasing their Plasma Thermite bombs onto the field, balsting buildings and runways apart. They turned up this time, and began speeding towards the atmosphere.
Whiskey Delta, Ghostrider Six, run is good, RTBing. We are at Angels eight four and climbing.
Ghostrider Six, Whiskey Delta, good kills, say hi to Mustang on your way up, we're waiting for ya
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At the same time airfields came under attack by the fighters, the three Ormsby class Arsenal Cruisers moved into place. Data was run through the ships' targeting computers, and within minutes, the ships opened fire. The massive mass drivers flung, or more appropriately sling shot-ed their seventy foot long, two foot wide tungston carbide rods towards earth.
The rods slid through the atmosphere easily with their ablative coating, and impacted at over 8,000mph. Command posts, communication centers, arms depots, weapons production plants, all went up in flames with the impact of the rods.
The same rods were launched at naval bases and ports and train stations, cutting off the vital logistical reach of the Vietnamese military. From this point in, all food would be supplied to the Vietnamese people through Imitoran relief agencies vieing for contracts. With the logistical hits, the military wouldn't be able to hold its own, with out having the ability to replenish their sources.
OOC: Next post will eb an official anouncement of the attack. Just gotta find a good pic for my new president. Feel free to react as you wish, but if you want to RP a fight, make sure you do it right.
IC:
Hanoi, Vietnam
March 5, 2120, 0122 hours, local
The night air was cool in the city, quiet now in the very early hours of the morning. The roads were empty, the lights off, the sky clear.
A police officer patrolled the streets, walking along a sidewalk that ran parrallel with the capitol building for the Communist country. He was a young officer, the kind that thinks he can change the world. He was married, and had a young child. However, the officer's stalkers didn't know, nor care, about his family.
The officer didn't hear the footsteps behind him, and nor did he know that he was about to die. However, he felt the garrot wire pull around his neck, and the wire cut into his skin. He felt the life ebb away from him, and saw the world go dark.
The 12 man assault team from Imitora's Colonial Marine Corp black operation unit, Black Cell, moved quietly across the street, and over the fence. Two gaurds fell to silenced pistol fire, 10mm JHPs ripping into the bodies, dropping them. The team continued to move across the yard, using their silenced hand guns, their M15 SOOWs slung over their back.
More gaurds fell, and soon the assault team made into the designated entrance. They scalled the wall, and using the advanced optical systems mounted in their helmets, scaned the hallway. They moved in through the window, and quickly subdued two more gaurds, this time with their M15 SOOWs, .50 caseless rounds ripping into the gaurds.
It wasn't long before the entire palace had been taken, and the team had secured the building. The team was now in control, and using a secure transmission, contacted one of the many Imitoran ships hovering in the black void of space above.
Whiskey Delta, Bravo Tango Six. We have control of Newman. Building clear. Procede with Burning Tiger. Repeat, Procede with Burning Tiger.
Space
March 5, 2120, 0130 hours
The first of many flights began. The Raven fighters broke through the atmosphere, using reverse thrust to slow, then began to turn and manuever towards their target. They quickly banked and jinked till they were lined up on a preset course over Vietnam.
The first flight dove, quickly, towards the earth. There Athena and GhostSkin technology keeping them invisible to ground based observers. The fighters went low, and after three minutes, were only 4,000 feet over Vietnam.
Whiskey Delta, this is Ghostrider Six, we are in the pipe, starting run in four, three, two...starting!
The Ravens opened fire, spraying the field with 30mm HE rounds, tearing the target, an airbase, apart. The DU and TC rounds ripped into fighter, bombers, and other vehicles, causing small explosions as the sparks ignited fires witht he gassoline.
The fighters finished their runs, banked at teh end of the field, and started in again, this time releasing their Plasma Thermite bombs onto the field, balsting buildings and runways apart. They turned up this time, and began speeding towards the atmosphere.
Whiskey Delta, Ghostrider Six, run is good, RTBing. We are at Angels eight four and climbing.
Ghostrider Six, Whiskey Delta, good kills, say hi to Mustang on your way up, we're waiting for ya
________
At the same time airfields came under attack by the fighters, the three Ormsby class Arsenal Cruisers moved into place. Data was run through the ships' targeting computers, and within minutes, the ships opened fire. The massive mass drivers flung, or more appropriately sling shot-ed their seventy foot long, two foot wide tungston carbide rods towards earth.
The rods slid through the atmosphere easily with their ablative coating, and impacted at over 8,000mph. Command posts, communication centers, arms depots, weapons production plants, all went up in flames with the impact of the rods.
The same rods were launched at naval bases and ports and train stations, cutting off the vital logistical reach of the Vietnamese military. From this point in, all food would be supplied to the Vietnamese people through Imitoran relief agencies vieing for contracts. With the logistical hits, the military wouldn't be able to hold its own, with out having the ability to replenish their sources.
OOC: Next post will eb an official anouncement of the attack. Just gotta find a good pic for my new president. Feel free to react as you wish, but if you want to RP a fight, make sure you do it right.