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Sunrise over Axackal

Allanea
20-06-2005, 19:36
OOC: Edolia let me do this.

IC:Edolian Border, Axackal

"Go! Go!"

Socialist resistance has collapsed in Port-Allanea and elsewhere - and now, After an extensive artillery bombardment ( http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=9099414&postcount=214), the Allaneans were ready to strike - to retrieve what was ancestrally theirs. While the bombardment went on, the Axackal Corps has pulled in.

Now, the dagger was poised at a single point in the border. And the time to strike has come. A single torrent of George Walker Bush class tanks, BMP-3A vehicles, combat trucks moved through two or three country roads.

The Red Guard was caught unawares by the bombardment - some were already dead, some cowering in fear. Still, there was resistance -but the dagger punched through, leaving only several burning vehicles on the edge of the road.

The steel snake plodded through the Edolian defenses - defenses that grew too weak in decades and decades of peace.

Marechal Brune smiled as he looked at the long train of the vehicles turn towards Deriksburg, the capital of Axackal.

"Here it goes, " he said. "The old war, of Allanea with her oldest enemy, is finally going to be over - at last."
Austar Union
20-06-2005, 20:11
East of the Allanean Axackal Front
Central Command, Isle of the Ravenspire

It was hard, being one of the first to ever truly hear of the events of the world. There was seldom some kind of precedent to follow, of those listening and responding to the situation before you. Sure, there were always with his or her own opinion, but in an invasion, especially of a land-profile such as this... never. Time, and history it seemed, would repeat itself, and instantly Riddick had become overwhelmed by a state of emotion. He could remember when his grandfather had told him the stories, of the UnAPS, and the United States of Allanea. Damn, those had been some mighty times - times when it seeme the effectivity of the Austarian military was at its peak. How it would fetch for example today, one could only tell after it had been properly and fully tested. In the meantime, given the changes to training schedules, and the base structure of the organisation in general - it could be assumed at the very least that there had been some significant growths within these areas. How the Allaneans had improved however, was left to imagination.

He read, for now the hurried report. For just a few hours now, the United States of Allanea, only just out of troubled times had finally undertaken what he (and many states across the region of Haven perhaps) had feared most about their presense in the geographic region. Haven had perhaps always been a place of troubled turmoil - one of the reasons the Isle of the Ravenspire had been established. And being possibly one of the largest buildup of forces in the region in a single facility, he had been more than capable to fill in for the role it seemed this protectorate would grow to furfill. Allanea, the roven and drunken scourge of this fire-blackened earth had stuck again. So far however, there had been little reports from the homeland of Edolia. Strangely enough, it was the Isle of the Ravenspire which would react (if not just politically) to the fatal actions taken by the troubled state. So soon after they had regained control over that nation, had they not calculated that their state resources would be well into a daze - too far to recognise and deliver a mighty blow to the province of Axackal? Surely, they would be beaten back - again. Enough, anyhow. One must first await the response from Edolian political elements before actually sending a message of condemnation or war-like sentiments. Afterall, the Edolians I am sure would be more than capable of handing the situation effectively, and the Isle of the Ravenspire, much more the Absolutionist State of Austar Union wouldnt seek involvement otherwise. Furthermore, there depended a variety of other factors - to determine the military sentience of this state and protectorate.

"Mobilize the forces, grade one." he barked in a single order. Only time could tell what he had in mind, for now.
Austar Union
20-06-2005, 20:29
http://www.abcnews.go.com/images/site/homepage/showbrand_default.gif
Austarian Broadcasting Corporation [ABC]: World News
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ISLE OF THE RAVENSPIRE, HAVEN
Axackal - Hive of Destruction?

With reports flooding into the channels of a possible invasion of Axackal, it seemes that for now rumours are circulating that the United States of Allanea has officially begun yet another campaign against the Edolian Soveriegn Territories. This comes at large a surprise, since history would write that whilst this is not the first attempt at invasion of this valuable land area, and the Allaneans are attacking once again so soon after they have recovered from their own turmoil, the civil war which had engulfed that nation. In the meantime, political figures at large have remained silent on the issue, the only sign of response being an eruption of activity here on the Ravenspire. It seems, the Austarian Military Legions, dedicated to service in the Region of Haven, have mobilized. Whether or not this is a sign of Austarian involvement is sketchy at best, it does ring memories for those in the latter years - of what has been termed the UnAPS - Allanean war. In that area of prior conflict, Axackal had once again been the centre stage for the deaths of millions of Axackali lives and Allanean also. Determined by the Austarian Bureau of Statistics, it has been found that some 1.6 Million Allaneans had been killed in the war, as a direct result of the involvement of the Austar Union at the time, using conventional weapon bombardments only. Some two thousand Austarians had been killed. In the meantime, what the future will determine, one can only guess - but hopes are high for a quick resolution, whether it be via means of diplomacy or force.
Cherry Ridge
20-06-2005, 21:11
Marines, after an intense naval bombardment, splashed ashore. The 6th Marine Expeditionary Unit, landing element, was ready to attack the Reds. A small pocket of gun fire erupted from the mountanous forest area just past the beach. They hit the deck, and fired back. The gunfire stopped on both sides. A smoke grenade was tossed, and they advanced a little further. Tear gas was fired into the trees, and a few Red Guard surrendered.They were sent back tot he ship for ''interrogation''. The Marines charged, taking a few casualties. As they entered to woods, they jumped inside the enmy barricades, and commenced to fight hand to hand combat. Eventually, the Marines had either killed or wounded all of the Red guard, taking casualties of their own. Air Element's of the MEU bombed out the rest of the forest, and Marines either slaughtered or chased the rest of the Red Guard out of the area.

Message to Allanean Forces
CC- Greater Prussian Forces
North East Coastline and mountains secure

ooc- They were thought to be elite, but were just as bad as Saddams Hussein's Republican Guard
Allanea
20-06-2005, 21:56
While the shoreline was taken comparatively with ease, the advance through the border was not as easy. Edolia’s best and finest were deployed here, and the mountains were to their benefit. Often, a tank squad would rush through a turning, only to be caught in a crossfire between two Manticore or Marx-class tanks, targeting tracks and the backs of turrets. It was eventually dealt with - via the use of indirect fire ATGM’s and helicopter fire - but before Allaneans got the hang of it, about 200 tanks and 5,000 troops were were out of action - not counting the wounded people and lightly damaged hardware.

Sometimes, an Edolian marksman would appear out of nowhere - taking one, two, three Allaneans. Napalm was used. Grenades were used. Dozens and hundreds more Allaneans died, but they still pushed through. And from above, Ann Coulter Mk IV aircraft suppressed Titan gun emplacements - even before they could become active. EMP deal with Hellion aircraft, and slowly -at the cost of 10,000 more casualtie - the Axackal border fell apart.

About 100,00 troops left at the border to fight the Red Guard, only two Marine brigades pushed through to Deriksburg.
Derscon
20-06-2005, 23:11
Allanean Waters

With the TIOR fleet gone, the Dersconi Superfleet and First Fleet were left with nothing to do. So when Fleet Admiral Mikhail Zimmerov got word of the Edolian invasion, he jumped right on it.

"What's the time?"

"An hour, give or take."

"Go for it."

On that command, the combined Dersconi fleets headed off for Edolia.

OOC: Crappy post, I know. :(
Reichskamphen
21-06-2005, 01:24
OOC: Derscon, withdraw that post.

IC: *Headquarters, Imperial Army of Axackal*

"Look sharp men." Marechal Alexandre Brune, commander of the Army of Axackal instructed his headquarters staff. We just got word that the Emperor will be here at any moment.

As if on cue, a black staff car surrounded by all types of armoured vehicles pulled up to the headquarters tent and an unusually healthy looking Emperor Napoleon exited the staff car. Walking towards the tent, he shouted to Brune with a superficial sense of joviality, "Marechal, a fine day isn't it!"

Brune could sense that something was certainly not fine. The field marshal saluted the Emperor and shook his hand as did the rest of his staff, then the Marechal turned to them all saying softly, "Gentlemen." there was an air of dismissal in his voice and the officers quickly parted, giving the two space to talk.

"Alexandre," Napoleon began calmly. "Unfortunately, I cannot join you on this campaign, but I am bringing orders. We need your men to be ready to leave Axackal as soon as this campaign is over. I sent out a levy back to the Empire. Another million Imperial Guard are coming to the Haven theatre in addition to the troops that are going to be sent by the Derscon, Cherry Ridge, and RWC National governments. We have plenty of work ahead of us, and it looks like Austar Union may intervene."

"Austar Union?" Brune looked at his Emperor quizically. "Weren't they part of the Empire?"

"Yes, briefly. I hope they still have some type of defference to us. And I hope they understand our goals."

"What are our goals sir?" Marechal Brune asked. "I was under the Impression that we were defending Allanea and counterattacking forces that had retreated behind the borders here."

"We are also bringing stability to Haven. I cannot say more than this right now, but expect some very interesting developments internationally within the next few days. The Edolian government is a relic and rumours of its collapse abound. Additionally, the pernicious influences which have gained great sway in Haven may try to take advantage of this. We are here to set things straight."

By the Emperor's orders, the Dersconi and other allied fleets remained in place around the shoreline of Allanea as the country began to open up to air traffic once more. 1,000,000 more troops of the Imperial Guard, their supplies, tanks, vehicles, etc. were being flown over by what seemed like an un-Godly ammount of transport planes. The effort put into the process was inhuman and the cost exhorbitant but it had to be done.

News was now coming that the King of RWC was sending troops as well. The Entire Greater Prussian Empire was rallying to the cause.

Three fleets were already in place in Allanea, and Napoleon had ordered three more to make haste in thier arrival. The Greater Prussian fleet that had been based their from the beginning retained its position in the waters north of Allanea while the Greater Prussian fleet brought by Admiral Yamamoto was cut down in size somewhat, and sent to patrol the waters south of Allanea. The ships taken off of the second fleet would reinforce the Grande Armada that was presently sailing from the mainland. Admiral Yamamoto was ordered to appoint a replacement to command the Southern fleet and to take command of the Grande Armada.

The numbers of the AVF were skyrocketing as the war with Edolia was fought in earnest. Napoleon used their numbers to replace Imperial Guard units that were on Garison duty and free them up to take part in coming actions.

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To: Leaders of Austar Union
From: Emperor Napoleon IV of Greater Prussia

Respectable Sirs and Ladies,

I was greatly disturbed to recieve a report that Austarian forces in the Haven region are mobilizing. It is being whispered about that this is in response to the Allanean/Greater Prussian assault upon Axackal. As our governments have had great commerce in the past, I beg that you help us to dispense with the rumours that have so damaged the situation and inform us of the reasons of your mobilization and your intentions.

Most respectfully yours,

Napoleon IV
Emperor of Greater Prussia
Derscon
21-06-2005, 03:50
OOC: Uhh, no? If you want more navy, I'll send Second Fleet up (which is guarding my waters) and deploy Third for home defense. The Superfleet and First are meant for attacks and blockades, and are equipped for that measure. Second is a balanced fleet, and Third and Fourth are defensive fleets.
Allanea
21-06-2005, 11:08
Somewhere in the mountains on the Axackal Border

"Oh no." - swore Michael as he saw the muzzle flashes of Edolian guns appear all over the mountain pass through which the vehicles of his company were slowly crawling. "Stop! Ready to fight! Formation! We’re outnumbered!"

Already, the screams of the dying and wounded were filling the air. A man who sat next to Michael Norton on the hull of his IFV jerked suddenly, and fell off the vehicle, dropping his flamethrower, his body a lifeless mass of flesh, his hands outstretched out to the sides as if he were crucified. In front of the company, an anti-tank weapon has caugh a George W. Bush class tank in the track, and it span uselessly on the road, until it rammed into a BMP-3, both vehicles going off the narrow mountain road as a single flaming wreck.

Captain Norton swung his AA-FAL to bear on an enemy, a short burst of .308 knocking the man off his feet - blood still almost in visible on the dark-red suit of Red Guard ceremonial armor - it seems the Edolians didn’t have the opportunity to grab the appropriate camoflage.

But they were too many, and they knew this ground. And so Allaneans started dying. Next to him, Norton heard the deafening, slow"thump-thump-thump" of the MK-19 grenade launcher as it pumped a solid stream of steel ball bearings into the mountain slopes. The steel storm chewed up Edolian soldiers as if they were caught in an oversized, invisible meat grinder.

Still there were more of them. As the BMP-3’s formed a circle, laying down fire and destruction on the slopes, an Edolian appeared suddenly from behind a large rock, throwing a grenade in the space between the vehicles, where the soldiers of the company were taking fire. A designated marksman’s bullet took the man on the chin, turning his face into pulp - but the grenade has gotten three or four soldiers. The Company was running out of people - and it was running out of time.

Norton swore as he let a burst of fully automatic fire go at what he suspected was a machinegunner’s position on the slope- not to hit him, but at least to make him duck while the Allaneans were shooting at his buddies. Next to Norton, another infantryman collapsed, his left kneecap a bloody mess, screaming with pain.

Almost immediately, he saw not one, but three Red Guards charge from the left slope and towards the company position. He screamed abuse at his troops "Shoot them! Kill the bloody commie pond scum sons of bitches! Kill the Rumbiak-spawn! Kill!" A flamethrower operator jerked out from behind cover like a jack-in-a-box, sweeping the advancing Edolians with a solide sheet of burning liquified napalm. Norton laughed as the three men became nothing but flaming marionettes of pain, rolling on the ground, trying uselessly to shake off the flaming, sticky fluid.

Just as that happened, another man appeared near the very edge of the company position, rolling a grenade neatly into an open tank hatch. The ground shook as the shell loadout of the George W. Bush Mk II main battle tank exploded, taking dozens of soldiers in the whirlwind of steel splinters.

Captain Norton did not remember later what happened in the next five minutes. He remember only fragments - rushing around the burning hulk that was once a tank to confront the Edolian, realizing his rifle was empty, and then stabbing the man with his knife - again, again, again in a frenzied fury of pure hatred. He remembered dozens of Edolians rushing down the slope, skillfully leaping into tthe ‘dead zones’ of the IFV’s, confronting the remaining Allaneans in close-quarters - at a three-to-one advantage. He remembered shooting an Edolian soldier in the face, his head exploding like an overripe watermelon, he remember seeing his company slowly perish - one after one, even though they made the Edolians pay a stiff price for it.

Then he remembered the noise of the blades of the incoming combat helicopter. The Edolians ran out in the open in unexplainable fear - and the sheer roar of the onboard loudspeakers did not make them feel better.

Mirage wavers over the barrels
Targets look worse for the wear
We might be tired by end of the day
But, as we shall fight, we have trained

As the Edolians ran, they were taken up by the sheer firepower of the helicopter. The steel storm of the multiple Gattling guns took their bodies of the ground and carried them along for several meters as it tore them apart - and the last thing they ever heard was the Allanean Anthem.


They might start it, but we will finish
Just like Finns did in 1918
We'll blow smoke from rifle muzzles
And say "Dead reds smell like freedom"

Two hundred twenty Edolians died in that fight. Of the 170-man company, only 20 men survived.
Cherry Ridge
21-06-2005, 14:34
"What the fuck!" screamed a Captain as an explosion rocked the convoy. 5 RPG's had hit the convoy, and he screamed, "Hit the deck!" He returned fire, as did his men. A Sergeant next to him was shot, and he ducked behind a truck. He watched around him as Red Guardsmen charged him. Those other ones must have been designed to trick us. His men fell all around him, but then their was silence. The distant sound of a missle could be heard. A huge explosion erupted throughout the forest. trees were downed, and the Captain realised: The navy had fired a missle. His men opened fire on the remaining guards, and the leader of them, was brought to him. he said to him,
"You know how I was brought up, Reds under the Beds!" he said as he emptied a pistol in his head. Similar things were happening with other companies.

Allanean forces, we are heading closer to the capitol. Do you want to meet up with us? If so, wear? -CO, 6th MEU
Austar Union
21-06-2005, 15:00
OOC: Hmm, didnt realise that Edolia had actually given you the permission to invade successfully. Bleh, suppose I'll sit out of this one in that case, since you are already posting a successful campaign yourself so fast... ~_~

East of Axackal
Isle of the Ravenspire

Growling with contempt, Riddick read the report and message from Emperor Napoleon IV of Greater Prussia. He spat on the floor at the mention of his name, the fool. Thought he was some kind of God or what not. Cheese was worth more to Riddick, than this man from the pitiful alliance of Greater Prussia. Still, he had maintained his composure - it was an order from Indigo in the very least. In exchange for his right to rule the Isle of the Ravenspire as a protectorate, he would have to be subject to a set of rules if you like. One of these (with the entire facility being an Austarian representation to Haven), was that he would respect the conduct of the state, verses his own opinion. Riddick by far was an opinionated man, and had grown a deeper thirst for the blood of his enemies. Indigo on the other hand was more concerned with maintaining a balance of respectful contempt, rather than a damn insult to the Allaneans, and their friends and allies. Such worthlessness, and such waste. Anyhow, as one could easily see from a political standpoint - the latter had come out as superior.

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TO: Emperor Napoleon IV of Greater Prussia
FROM: Riddick, Chief-in-Command, Isle of the Ravenspire
SUBJECT: Re:
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Ah, greetings! It has been so long since we have heard from the alliance and Empire of Greater Prussia. Unfortunately, time and development has led us to this place in time, whereby it appears that I may be in opposition to you, over foriegn lands of Edolian. Let me clarify for you, the cause of our mobilization.

It is standard practise for us to activate such cells within the Austarian Military, when we feel it could be nessasary to deploy a large contingent for forces into overseas territory. Rather than an immediate deployment however, the men and women who could be called to fight, are rather notified that they may leave at any given moment. Anyhow, whilst this development may seem troubling for you, as I am sure it is - I have been in discussion with Lord Indigo Blue, of whom I am under his command. Decided by him entirely, it is the position of myself to only react if the Edolian Government requests for assistance - otherwise we like to adopt a 'butt out' policy. Afterall, it isnt in the interests of this state to immerse ourselves in every given conflict, and whilst we are troubled by the developments and invasions you have under your own command - we will still wait for political reactions from Edolia. Otherwise, our mobilization has no concern toward you.

In the meantime, I do think it would be beneficial if we got together sometime. I have a particular love for chess, perhaps you share a similar interest?

Yours In Excellence,

Riddick
Isle of the Ravenspire
Allanea
21-06-2005, 16:39
OOC: I will use the descriptions of various weird sentient species in this post, namely Khristians and Dohwar. If you mind that, just pretend they are human.

IC:

Official Declaration of the United States Congress

At one Point in our History, we have changed the Flag of the United States to its current shape, as a gesture of friendship with the Tiburonese. Given that they have betrayed us in the latest conflict, we will now switch our Flag to it’s previous, traditional Form - the Old Glory, with 13 stripes, one for each of the States that originally stood for Liberty, and 31 stars, one for each of the states of the United States of Allanea. And the flag shall be Red, White, and Blue.

* * *

Somewhere in the Mountains, Axackal border

Two helicopters slipped high, high above the mountains, their thermal imagers seeking the forms of camouflaged and hidden Red Guard tents below them.

"I can see some, Thunderball"

The imager screen displayed the forms of six soldiers asleep in their white-colored tent, another one outside on guard.

"I hear you. Free to fire."

An air-to-ground missile detached itself from its rack, then flew out towards the enemy. A bright flash- then the mountains grew silent. The thermal imager showed nothing - just cold, lifeless snow.

Axackal Harbor

From around the bend of the wavebreaker appeared several small helicopter, filled to the brink with Khristian ‘Dagger’ cadets. Dohwar doorgunners manned their hatches, clutching the handles of gattling machineguns with their penguinoid flippers.

"Okay, cadets!" - barked Colonel Morrison. "This is your last exam. You walk out of this alive, you automatically graduate from the Academy. See that ship out there?"

The young Khristian gasped involuntarily as he looked at the Doujin-class superdreadnaught.

"There’s 7,300 men aboard. Your job is to go aboard and exterminate them. As you note we’re flying low - that is to avoid the radars and onboard guns. Once you go onboard, the helicopters will retreat - to bring more of your buddies. Kill all of the crew. Seize the ship intact. The survivors will graduate. Ready! Music!"

And as the helicopters approached the massive ship, slowly ascending towards its deck. The onboard loudspeaker turned on full-blast.

Grandpappy told my pappy, back in my day, son
A man had to answer for the wicked that he done.
Take all the rope in Texas Find a tall oak tree,
Round up all of them bad boys,
Hang them high in the street for all the people to see that…

A Khristian jumped on board of the Doujin craft throwing a Bowie knife that caught one of the sailors straight in the throat. Twenty months of training were doing the cadets good. Still, the Edolians were good too - and one of the cadets fell too, mown down by machine-gun fire.

Justice is the one thing you should always find
You got to saddle up your boys
You got to draw a hard line

One of the Dohwar squealed as he pressed the trigger on his gattling gun, sweeping a group of communist soldiers with a hail of lead, their bodies torn apart and thrown like rag dolls - and the first Khristians began to disappear in the belly of the ship. They fought hard - door-to-door, room-to-room. They lost troops, too - one per every four Edolians, but they lost many. The advantages - surprise, training - were on their side. Some of the Edolians were still sleeping when the Khristian warriors kicked their doors in, mowing down them in their beds.

Five hours later, the superdreadnaught was in Allanean hands.

When the gun smoke settles, we’ll sing a victory tune
We’ll all meet back at the local saloon
We’ll raise up our glasses against evil forces
Singing whiskey for my men, beer for my horses.
Derscon
21-06-2005, 18:20
Outside Edolian Waters

"We have entered the kill zone," a Petty Officer called out in the CIC of the Superfleet's Flagship, HMS Appolyon.

"Excellent," Fleet Admiral Zimmerov commented. He thought a moment, and got Fleet Admiral Raymond Ames Spruance, commander of the First Fleet, on the secure line.

MIKE: Ray, this is Mike. Keep your fleet moving north. I'm staying at
the South Island.

RAY: Oh, okay, Mike. I'm on it. Out.

If one was looking over the two Dersconi fleets, one would see a large mass of grey break off from the monothithic blob of gray as to create one very large blob of grey and one large blob of gray.

The very large blob of gray -- which was the Dersconi Superfleet -- made it's way to the southern islands.

On the Eastern side of the island, an air wing of Dersconi Naval fighters was patroling as the anphibious assault craft made their way to the beach. Navy SEALs were airdropped there a few hours earlier as to scout enemy resistance, and near that beach, there was none. It fit the reports from the Ministry of State Security, which said that that island had virtually no soldiers on it whatsoever.

So, after a small shelling from a few battleships, the first wave of the seventy-five thousand Royal Marines made their way on to the beach, where they were met by the Navy SEALs. The Marines were coming in staggared.

After a few hours, the Marines were all there on the beach. The F-22s could be seen all over the place, as well as a bunch of AWACS E7 Metalhawks. The SEALs and some of the Force Recon elements moved out ahead to scout out the island for a decent landing strip and enemy soldiers to kill.

According to the colonel there, their objectives from the Commandant of the Marine Corps were:

1) Secure the island
2) Find or establish multiple airstrips
3) Create long-term fortifications
4) Keep civilian casualties to a minimum

The colonel had an idea for the airstrips -- and he was right. Their main purpose was to fly in a Division from First corps, which was currently mobilized at hightened alert.

Up ahead, no resistance was found as of yet, but the Force Recon Marines and the navy SEALs were prepared for anything.
Cherry Ridge
21-06-2005, 20:30
ooc- Derscon are you attacking Axacal or mainland Edolia?
Allanea
21-06-2005, 20:49
ooc- Derscon are you attacking Axacal or mainland Edolia?

He split his fleet.
Reichskamphen
22-06-2005, 04:56
OOC: I hadn't wanted to begin that attack JUST yet. But, might as well.

IC:The three attack fleets that had sailed from the mainland were now within range of mainland Edolia. The most potent attack fleet stood like a Sentinal in the straits approaching Edolia to counter any move by sea to disrupt operations further north. There was no formal blockade as of yet, and ships still steamed into Edolian harbours for trade purposes.

A new chain of car dealerships in Edolia had placed orders for thousdands of a new car type that was recently making a name for itself, the Hussar. It was late at night when two enormous cargo ships pulled into the port of Gerburg and two more pulled into the port of Heri in the far north. Their papers were examined and they were given permission to dock for the night as it was quite late.

At 1 in the morning, the time when those who are asleep sleep most deeply and those who are awake are the most the most exhausted, several specops teams silently slid down ropes from the side of the vessels...

OOC: Allanea, you have the SpecOps Department. Take it from there. These are AVF troops.

As soon as the way had been paved, an entire Division of troops with armour support was prepared to rapidly deploy in each of the two ports.

*Edolian South Island under Imperial Control*

The Dersconi Marines had done a wonderful job of taking the island. (Speeding things up). There was light resistance, but most of it was swept away. All landing strips and ports were left mostly intact and Imperial Guard troops had been coming in by air, and the Imperial transport fleet that carried huge numbers of men, vehicles, and supplies was spaced out all accross the straits with about a douzain ships reaching the island, unloading, departing, then several more arriving and repeating the process. It would take a while, but these crews were trained and the logistics were sound. In about a week, all would be in place.

The Submarine surfaced and under the cover of darkness, a small raft made its way to shore. Quickly and quietly a single man surrounded by marine guards made his way up the beach, met up with the Imperial Guard patrol and disappeared into the night.

A message arrived at Army headquarters in code from the Submarine. "The Bee is on the flower."

With that the Submarine made its way back into the darkness.

Quietly, a fourth Imperial Army had been formed in the Haven region...The Army of Edolia. Its task was all too obvious when it became apparant to the higher level staff at headquarters just exactly who it was that had been brought ashore by raft. The Emperor himself had arrived to take command. This was to be an all out invasion of Edolia.

No one below the rank of General knew of the Emperor's presence on the recently captured island. It was suspected that he was still encamped with the Army of Allanea and he even had a double posing there to add to the illusion.

Napoleon's personal secretary, Auguste Bertrand, was already on the island when the Emperor arrived. When Napoleon was spirited off to a secret location where he could be safe from prying eyes and confer with the Army leaders, Bertrand met him and caught him up on events.

"Highness, we have recieved a reply...quite stern from Austar Union." Bertrand said in his usual stilted and formal tone of voice.

"Are they after us?" Napoleon enquired, his tone almost lax in contrast.

"Not now, Highness. They have chosen not to intervene. We have a free hand for the moment."

"I doubt this is the last we will hear of them." the Emperor mused. "In some not too distant campaign, they may very well break their non intervention policy and face us on the field."

"What then, sire?"

"What else?" Napoleon moved his hand accross his neck to imitate a cutting motion.

"What shall I tell them in response?"

"A cold reply deserves no response. We don't owe those tripe sucking maggots any response." the Emperor straightened his collar. "The Empire is on the verge of victory in all fronts. We have had success after success these past few months. Very shortly, the Greater Prussian Empire will be in a position specifically within the Haven region that many never dreamed possible."

Bertrand nodded and listened politely, with more than a hint of admiration. The Emperor had his detractors, those who opposed him. A man needs detractors to remind him that he is but a man. However, Bertrand was certainly not one of them. He dropped out of College at 19 to serve as the Emperor's secretary and was now a twenty something. Throughout it all, he kept his idealism and his loyalty. To Bertrand, the Emperor, for all his flaws and faults, represented the last best hope for the Empire...perhaps for the world. He would storm the gates of hell single handedly for him if ordered to.

This day however, the order of business was much more mundane. Draft orders to be sent to Army commanders. Double check the paper work. Be sure the Emperor's necessary items arrived intact.

The order was written to Admiral Zimmerov of the Dersconi Superfleet that subdued the island to sail due North and take his contingent of marines with him...for he would certainly need them.
Derscon
22-06-2005, 05:03
ooc- Ok, thanks

ic-
Captain John Gamble, under orders from the Colonel, took 20 men to meet up with the Dersconi Marines. As they approached the beach, they unfurled a Ridgian flag, and marched a little further, then stopped a few steps from the beach.

OOC: You're on the south island of Edolia? I'm not anywhere near Axacal. (sp?)
Derscon
22-06-2005, 05:47
HMS Appolyon

As the Blackhawk came down on the flight deck of the Archangel carrier, Fleet Admiral Zimmerov himself came out to greet the courier. The Fleet Admiral read over the orders and shook his head.

"Napoleon, Napoleon," he said to no one in particular. "You are so hasty!" He went into his cabin and pulled out a big feather quill pen and wrote on parchment.

Dear Emperor Napoleon,

I am happy to see you have arrived safely on my beautiful island retreat. This is encouraging, as that means my men did a good job! However, there is a slight problem with the orders you sent me. You see, in Derscon, it is customary that when a commanding officer shows up, you invite them to your command post for dinner. Obviously, I can't just leave here without any hospitality -- I wouldn't be much of a host for my island retreat, would I!

So, tomorrow, I shall send a chopper out, should you so incline, to pick you up for dinner with the commanding officers of the Dersconi Imperial Superfleet. I do hope you choose to accpet this invitation. Have you ever seen an Archangel supercarrier? I ensure you that you will be impressed.

I await your reply.

God bless,

Fleet Admiral Mikhail Zimmerov, DIN
Commander of the Dersconi Imperial Superfleet

With that, he rolled the parchment up in a scroll and handed it to the courier, who jumped on the blackhawk back to Napoleon's camp.
Allanea
22-06-2005, 11:25
Hen, Edolia

"Are we all ready?" - asked the Chaplain, an old man of maybe sixty-five years as he addressed the small team - maybe ten men, dressed in jet-black clothing, holding black matted firearms - made so they would not blink in the moonlight. They stood there, on board of a large freighter craft marked with fake Feline markings - to assure the Edolians of their peaceful intent.

"Yes, sir."

"Let us pray, then."

As they mounted a small rubber raft and it began to descent - slowly, soundlessly, near-invisible in the shadow of the large vessel - the Chaplain began to recite what he felt was an appropriate Psalm:

The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.

Slowly, slowly, the rubber boat was lowered to the water, and the troops could not help but wonder, as they looked at the monstrous shadow of the two Doujin vessels standing at the dock - would they live to see the light of day?

He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.

They were ready, and they were doing their last checks - flicking safeties near-soundlessly on their weapons, drawing knives to check for sharpness one last time - as they listened to the Word of God, ready to go out and do His will in only a matter of seconds.

He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.

The boat touched the surface of the water, and the fighters tensed at the edge of the boat, ready to go for their enemy - the Red Navy sailors patrolling the ‘bridges’ leading onboard the Doujins. The Edolians were obviously only going through the motions - not expecting any attack. But still, things could happen.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever.

Without a splash, the ten men went over the side of the boat and began swimming silently ashore.

Gerburg, Edolia

Gerry smiled as he perused the deck of one of the four immense Doujin vessels in the harbor through the scope of his rifle. To an outside observer, the Impudence was just another trading vessel from Tiburon - the Imperial markings were carefully removed. And of course, the emergency boats on its sides were just that, escape boats, covered with tarpaulin. In no way could the tarpaulin be concealing several snipers - unless you happened to notice the matted-black suppresser of Gerry’s silenced Remington M-700 PSS rifle. He grinned devilishly as he took aim at a sailor’s figure - a man who was busy cleaning the roof of the forward cannon turret.

Gerry immersed himself into calculations. "Baby here is sighted in at two hundred yards, there’s three hundred of a distance to this fellow. I need to hold an inch high to hit him straight on the head… and a bit left because of this wind… let me try…."
Given the silencer, the subsonic round and the range, there was little chance for the Edolians to hear the shot - and they didn’t. The sailor just collapsed soundlessly like a sack.

Elsewhere in the docks, the same thing was happening - even if through different means.

An Edolian sailor patrolling the docks would be approached from behind by a black clad man with a silenced Ruger Blackhawk. Yes, the .22LR is not too much of a defensive weapon. However, when a silencer is placed on a weapon this size, it is almost perfectly inaudible - and if you hit a person in the back of their head, just as lethal as a .45.

Another walked to close to the edge of the water - and didn’t even have enough time to scream as a pair of palms grasped his ankles and dragged him below.

Sometimes, a luckless sailor would discover an AVF operative before he killed him. It would be just a few more minutes, then - of pointless, hopeless struggle.

Thirty minutes later, the Edolians were seized in panic - someone was picking them off, one-by-one, in the dark. Silently. Efficiently. Mercilessly.

Horror reigned - both in Heri and Gerburg harbours, the operation worked flawlessly. Edolian sailors ran to and fro, only exposing them to more hidden, silent shots from Gerry and his ilk - and not noticing that the friendly trading vessels in harbour were the source of destruction.

In another hour, a transmission came - anonymously, via sattelite.

This is a transmission from the Allanean Volunteer Force. We are near you. We are coming. We are your death. You have only one choice: surrender or die.

In the terror that gripped them, the Edolians did not understand that it was an Imperial force that came. They understood only that Allaneans, their moral enemies, now had power over their life and death.

All Doujins surrendered by dawn.

Deriksburg, Axackal

Even as the Red Guard was still fighting in the mountains, the first George W. Bush tanks, with Marine marking on their hulls, rode through the narrow streets of the city. The citizens remembered that Allaneans never hurt an Axackali civilian in the previous war - and they did not want the city to fall to any other but Allanean hands - especially as Freedom Party activists were on the move - blocking roads in front of Red Guard movements, waving Allanean flags out of their windows, disrupting any opposition to the occupation.

At noon, the first tanks entered the city square. The Karl Marx monument in its midst was hooked to a tank and dragged off. And immediately another was installed - carried by a helicopter that lowered it gently into the square.

It was a granite statue, maybe six meters tall - of a man in a flight uniform of the kind used in the Old Common era. Under his arm, the man held a flight helmet.

And on the postament, two words only were seen, as a final measure of that man’s achievement - and of the work of the Allanean Army in Axackal.

MISSION ACCOMPLISHED
Zepplin Manufacturers
22-06-2005, 12:18
The Ziggurat, Zone One, Sector One, Sub surface level 189, Unified ZMI Military High Command

The command holographic’s spread out above a sea of paper thin smart dust monitors. The huge cavernous room was filled with the sounds of a thousand whirring devices topped of with the voice filled cacophony of planning for war. Not necessarily the war in question. Every war. ZMI demographic analysis of wars and their ability to statistically allow the company to manipulate the markets to “bet” on the outcome made the incorporated state billions each year. This time however they were analysing some one else’s war. The command deck as it was called was above the main hubbub of analysts and strategic planners, above the endless display tables and the floating spheres of a thousand different possible targets. In it heart a group had gathered along a black minimalist rectangular table, behind them hanging over the centre of the command deck a huge perfect simulacrum of the planet spun out of photons hung, in it every ZMI ship and facility was plotted.

Admiral Stephen Carlson, 48 ZMI Navy. Balding slightly under his peaked cap, a history of political failures had left his reputation somewhat damaged in the eyes of the rest of High Command. His prior assignment had been commanded the ZMN’s home fleet.

General Joseph James Hughes, ZM Defence Force, 53, Once a Landcrawler commander, then the leader of the Landcrawler Corp. Now he acted as the leader of the Z.M.D.F. Stocky moustached and with a penchant for bad brandy.

Air Marshall Charles Hayworthy, ZMAF, at 43 and the youngest man in the group. Had survived a catastrophic hull failure of his air defence needle 21 years ago. A man with a long history of being overly fond of women Hayworthy made up for it by being a strategic thinker.

Sky Marshall Ronald Wesley, 45, Z.M.S.F. Previous to entering the rigmarole of the administration of the star admiralty he had been the Captain of an Ascendant class orbital monitor. When a kamikaze rebelling mining colonist had slammed a 3,000 ton ore tug into the Ascendant’s CNC he had been left with command of a crippled ship and a squadron coming under fire from the miners mass drivers. His performance afterwards in taking vengeance for his teacher Sky Marshall Sanderson had given him the name “old radiation happy”. Sometimes over aggressive to a fault he was however mollified by the cost in human blood of that nick name and haunted by guilt over his actions.

Corp Commander Sarah Tyler, Battle Angels, 54, even now her body filled with the full regalia of battle angel implants, her skin bulging in places that humans usually don’t. The ice queen of the command staff, the leader of Z.M.I.’s elite forces. Her history as most battle angel actions was shrouded under the curtains of covert ops. Mother to 2 her staff had never seen her warm side.

These men and women had made their decisions and plans. Now they would act. Orders would stream out. Forces spread across the globe would move.

High Orbit
The VD80 theatre recon platform hung in geo synchronous orbit with Havens northern passage area, it was a “heavy” bird at nearly 23 tons, most of that fuel mass, its surface covered in a sea of glittering lenses, and radar units all of which were hurling out a great mass of raw data. Out on the end of one of her solar arrays a single 3 ton canister lay, seemingly a thrust unit. It wasn’t. Clamps retracted and the Mk.XI Vern orbital delivery module detached itself from the platform, and after a few brief white flashes of propellant from recessed retro rockets to get it to a safe distance from the platforms delicate systems it made a single hard burn. After another 20 minutes or so it began to enter atmosphere. It was coming down, and fast over the city of Heri. The module lost nearly 32 kilos of ablative armour on re-entry before it discharged its payload over 12,000 feet above the heart of Heri. The odd submunitions arched out to predetermined detonation points, each munition glittering in the moonlight as they spun end over end. They detonated simultaneously at 1,800 feet in a shower of large fat white sparks and arcing lightening , their scorched cylindrical forms shattered apart, some smashing with a ceramic like tinkle into the unforgiving concrete of apartment filled sky scrapers. The resultant effect was a massive wash of localised electromagnetic pulses arching over the city. Televisions and monitors exploded all over the city, light bulbs hissed blinding bright for a moment before their filaments were rent apart, street lamps simply exploded. Radio based systems over the entire region would hiss with static for a full half hour as Heri was plunged into darkness.
Cherry Ridge
22-06-2005, 14:42
OOC: You're on the south island of Edolia? I'm not anywhere near Axacal. (sp?)
then ignore my post ;)
Zepplin Manufacturers
22-06-2005, 16:22
183 Miles North East and 239 metres below sea level of the coast of Heri

The ocean was dark and cold but far from empty, even in these northern waters life flourished on every scale It however had other darker forms in its depths on this night other than eternal dances of krill. The Sea Reaver class SSBN’s Z.M.N. Paramountcy, Z.M.N. Trenchant and Z.M.N Fortitude of the third northern fleet escorted by the Ray class SSN’s Z.M.N. Vehement, Z.M.N. Formidable Z.M.N. Barb and Z.M.N. Vivacity sat in a dispersed formation over 40 miles of open ocean. The dark forms of the Ray’s were slowly gliding in lazy patrol circles as the Sea Reavers began to hover . The oceans surface misted with whips of sea fog suddenly erupted in gouts of flame as the first of 183 GDX-33 Tactical strike missiles hurled into the sky in a time on target barrage. The missiles were a short range strike weapon with an effective range of under 400 kilometres. However for all that they lacked in reach they were fast, and each carrying a 780 pound payload would certainly make an indent on their intended target . Skimming the oceans surface at over 1800 kilometres an hour these were no sluggish cruise weapons. The first would if all went according to the laser painting from orbital and deep penetration stealthy drone assets strike the main police station in Heri in under a minute. The target list included everything from major power stations to the cities air traffic control hub.


237 Miles North East of Heri and 7430 metres above sea level
The ice crystal drifted in the night sky with trillions of its sparkling brethren. Its original eventual resting place lay somewhere in the deeps of the arctic however it would not have its intended fate. In under .8 of a second it had been blasted to shreds by a shockwave of pressure from a SCAPA Serrano series jet fan blade, polluted by a wash of hydrocarbons and incinerated before being scattered within the contrail of the ZMAF Dawnhammer Heavy bomber ZMAF IT:239 “Little Miss”. The Dawnhammer was a massive aircraft, not built to military scale at all but to that of the civil aviation industry her massive underwing jet pods hurled her through the sky at a little over 540 kilometres per hour. The Dawnhammer was big, slow and above all heavy her bulbous airframe made her ill suited to front line strike operations, and even less suited to engaging a target with active air defence . Of course this is why she rarely did. Carrying 68 tons worth of rack mounted “Thunder Slam” Mk.VII cruise missiles each equipped with a 1,900 pound warhead the “Little Miss” was accompanied by 39 of her sisters, IT:183 having turned back due to engine trouble. Little Miss banked and dropped to a little over 4300 metres above sea level as did her sisters. Bomb bay doors opened with the hiss of servo augmented hydraulic systems. The rack whined and clamps retracted. The first four Thunderslams fell away their wings unfolding before their jet engines whined to power screeching on their way to every major military logistics installation, rail head, maintenance facility and pipeline on the entire peninsula that Heri sat upon.


Directly above Heri
The dart of the Type 800 hypersonic heavy bomber blasted through the night sky on the edge of space, smug in its capacity to outrun virtually anything but an ASAT missile. Within her swept back wing pod mounted optic systems targets were designated. Heavy gun and Missile emplacements of all kinds, Air fields and Tank parks. All would be getting a visit from the Type 800 and 18 of her high flying sisters. Thin lines of coherent light were ridden down by the mass of 3000 pound bunker busters, runway denial rounds, and massive 8000 pound air burst bombs. The primary target of the Type 800’s however was every and any air defence installation.


As fire and death spread across the night 120 miles from the coast of Heri ships made a slow and steady pounding progress across the oceans surface. It would be their turn next.
Pschycotic Pschycos
22-06-2005, 18:32
Sorry for the late post. Vice Admiral Yoritomo will take command of the second fleet. He's almost as compitent as Yamamoto, just younger and lacking some experience. But he's by no means second-rate. I guess they're on their patrol now, and Yamamoto's down with the Grande Armada. What're we doing now, then?
Allanea
22-06-2005, 18:46
OOC: Do you have some instant-messenger program you can use to contact me?
Pschycotic Pschycos
23-06-2005, 00:12
OOC: Do you have some instant-messenger program you can use to contact me?

no, sorry, just tg's.
RightWing Conspirators
23-06-2005, 02:12
The Naval Fleets and the transports from CERWC were halted mid-voyage to Port-Allanea when they recieved news from Greater Prussian command, they were to take as much air support, spec ops, and naval capabilities to help with the invasion of Edolia.

Admiral Davidson read over the orders "They have one island with 3 air strips...only 2 of them large enough to allow the majority of our planes to land and take off on. The island isn't even large enough for us to land HALF of our air fleet....hmm...get me the captains of the Aircraft Carriers in this attack fleet...we're going to supplement the island...and I've recieved word via Greater Prussian Command that there is another island near the one they've taken. We need to take that island and turn it into an airfield ASAP. I need Marines, Spec Ops, and Engineers..." he said looking at the Captain to his right.

The orders were delivered soon to all Captains and Admirals within the fleets and soon the 56,940,000 Marines, Soldiers, Spec Ops, Pilots, and Sailors were on their way towards the western island near Edolia. Their orders were clear, take the island, convert areas into Air Strips and prepare for a full-scale invasion to aide the Imperial Guard and Allanea's troops.
Reichskamphen
23-06-2005, 02:18
Admiral Zimmerov,

I would be delighted to attend. However, I will have to leave before 9 as you have to be making your way north and I have scheduled a command meeting at 9:45.

God Bless,

-Napoleon
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*Heri, Edolia*

Thanks to the AVF SpecOps team the Imperial Guard Armoured Division had been able to seize the port without firing a shot, almost.

Around 10:00 the next morning, the local Red Guard commander had coordinated a local counterattack on the left flank of the units that were to be holding down the Port and preparing to advance. One of the Stuart Panzer tanks went up in flames as a large artillery piece managed to pick it off just before it was dessimated by a shell from the recently captured Doujin.

The attack was quickly repulsed with low casualties.

Sensing defeat, the commanding General in Heri, General Conyers, ordered an Entire Brigade to pursue the fleeing Red Guard. Within the half hour, the Brigade had made it to the city centre. It hadn't been intentional. The retreat was real. But luckily for the Red Guard, the Edolians had managed to throw a division of troops into the fray and they hit the Brigade hard. Five Panzers were knocked out, and nearly 15 supporting infantry were killed in the first 20 minutes of the engagement. Casualties on the Edolians were two to three times as high, but they kept coming. The Brigadier General wired back to Conyers and informed him that he was obliged to withdraw and to prepare for an onslaught.

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To: ZMI High Command
From: Marechal Rainier Duchant, Ranking General in the Theatre

The 17th Armoured Division has taken the docks in Heri. The transports are being left in the docks, and their crews are pulling all but one of the Doujins out and getting them the out of the warzone. The other will pull out to the entrance of the dock and stand in support of the Armies fighting there.

We have taken the port section of the city as promised. It is now necessary for you to fulfill your end of the deal and funnel as many men in there as you can. The division cannot hold forever against what could be an entire Army of Edolians. Once your men are successfully holding the area, the division will withdraw and turn the docks over to your control.

-Marechal Duchant
Cherry Ridge
23-06-2005, 02:48
Colonel Tavington set foot down on the South Island. Commander of the Ridgian Army in the area, he was known for brutality, jnust as his ancestor had been. He wore his dress reds, and commented to a Captain, who handed him his sword as he attached it,
"You know, it always is great when there is a grand victory. I love rubbing it in the losers face. Are those Marines still down on that place near Allanea."

"Yes sir, Axackal."

"Yes, I think thats it."

The Colonel rode alone, on horseback, to the nearest guard post. On horseback, because, he thought after victory, ceremony, to a certain degree, was appropriate, even if it was just dress uniform. As he rode around the beach, and into the woods a little bit, he was satisifed.
"Looks like the Dersconis did do their job." he commented to no one in particular.
He was transported back to Axackal, where he met with the Marine commander. A full general, he was technically in command of ALL Ridgian troops, including over Tavington.
"General Richmond, how are you." he said saluting, still on horseback.

"Tavington, don't start with me."

"Why not" he paused, Sir" he said with mock respect.

"Tavington, don't bullshit me. I just defeated the reds here, and now Im going back up to your quarter of the place. Im going to steal your glory." He smirked, "and Honor". Tavington reached for his sabre.

"I wouldn't do that, mr. Tavigton. Napoleon himself is in Haven."
Colonel tavington pasued. He grinned.

"General Wallace Richmond, I sentance you to death for tyreason agaisnt the Greater Prussian Crown."

"but..." he was cut off when tavington beheaded him. He was now the highest ranking Ridgian in Haven. He was Colonel longer then any naval Captain int he area as well.

Message to Reichskamphen and Dersconi command, Haven
Honorable Sirs, I have been informed by a superior that Napoleon himself is in Haven. I executed General Wallace Richmond, CRMC, for treason, as I am sure it was. I wish to meet with the highest ranking officer I am allowed. Thank Young.
-Colonel William Tavington,
Supreme Commander, Ridgian Forces in Haven
Derscon
23-06-2005, 02:54
HMS Appolyon

"Excellent! Send a chopper over now."

"Yessir." With that, the Lt. Commander set off in the blackhawk and went to pick up Emperor Napoleon. MEanawhile, Fleet Admiral Zimmerov went to his office and called the political officer on board.

"Hey, Andrey. What's Napoleon' favorite food?"

"Vitello alla Saltimboca."

"Jesus. Okay, thanks. Bye." Zimmerov sighed as he picked up the phone and went to "Secure Satellite Connection" and called the office of the Quartermaster General.

QM: QM General's office.

Mikhail: Yo, Ivan.

QM: Hey, Mike! What's up?

Mikhail: Can you ship over some prosciutto ham?

There was a long silence on the other end of the line.

QM: You want WHAT?!?!

Mikhail: It's only one meal. Besides, it's Emperor Napoleon.

QM: Oh, okay. Yeah, I can send some over. It'll be a bit.

Mikhail: Okay, thanks.

QM: Yup, bye.

Mikhail hung up the phone and leaned back in his chair. The other admirals already arrived, and the Blackhawk with Emperor Napoleon should be on its way back. Zimmerov looked at his watch. "Another thirty minutes, damn."

When he looked out the window, he saw the blackhawk approaching, and he scrambled out to meet Emperor Napoleon.

When the two Marines jumped off and helped Napoleon off the chopper (as the blackhawk didn't land), Zimmerov snapped to attention and saluted, and waited for Napoleon to return it. The Fleet Admiral motioned Napoleon to follow him into his office. When Napoleon sat down, the Fleet Admiral also did so.

"So, Emperor, how's battlefield life?" There was a bit of time to kill until the meat got there to cook, so Mikhail did so. Hmm, he thought to himself. Do I still have any of that Reserve?
RightWing Conspirators
23-06-2005, 03:23
OOC: Speeding time a bit now for my fleets so I don't take forever getting to the island.
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The massive fleet approached the western island and came to a halt forming a barrier 50 Miles offshore. Soon Amphibious Vehicles were loaded and dropped from the ships, 800,000 Marines and 200,000 SpecOps were on their way towards the shoreline. 100,000 SpecOps moved towards the southern end of the island, with the other 100,000 moving towards the northern end. The marines were to land on the eastern side and together the 3 forces would flush the island clean of any resistance and establish their presence.

The Battalions were large, and this was the most activity most of them had seen for a while.

Battalion Alpha: Special Operations, landed on the southern end of the isle. They quickly dispersed and formed their respective platoons and fire teams, and began a march across the shoreline. They hadn't marched but a good mile towards the inner isle before they gun fire came down on them from the higher ground. Screams were heard as bullets made contact and ripped through uniforms, as a volley of grenades showered the shore line, some of them duds and some marking true on their targets, mutilating and destroying some of the Special Ops.

General Markham who was in charge of the deployment of Battalion Alpha, grabbed the loud speaker microphone "Move foward men!" he screamed and sent radio transmission to the explosives experts who trailed in the back of the assault.

The Grenadiers and Heavy Explosives Engineers soon set to work, launching mortars and light explosive grenades into the tree line, screams echoing as explosives rained from the sky.

A Sergeant brought a guerilla to General Markham after they had taken the shoreline, altogether the numbers were looking good, they had only lost 150 Special Operations Soldiers and only 30 were wounded. "You are resistance, and we cannot tolerate Resistance during this campaign. Who leads your resistance and where may I find it's base?" Markham barked at the young man who was knelt before him. The youn man was in rag-tag camoflage pants and his weapon was an outdated 30ot6 rifle, semi-auto, he looked up at Markham and spit at him "Fuck RightWing Conspirators, fuck Greater Prussia, fuck Allanea." he managed to growl out menacingly, before the sound of two .44 Caliber bullets, exiting a Glock and entering his head, went off. Markham holstered his pistol and shook his head "Damn resistance fighters ...brainwashed to what they think is a good cause. Sergeant, make sure your troops know that any village, person, town, city...whatever you find out there, that helps us and cooperates WILL NOT be harmed...anyone who dares resist....well...be creative." he chuckled and nodded, the Sergeant double timing it back to his platoon.

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Similar scenes took places on the other two landings. Light guerilla resistance was met, and minimal casualties taken. All troops were given the same orders, cooperation was met with kindness and freedom....resistance was met with untimely death.
Allanea
23-06-2005, 06:21
Socialist Empire of Edolia, Prime Minister’s Chambers

‘Sir, the Army can’t hold much longer. There’s armies from six nations breaking through every border. The Doujin battleships have been mostly captured. We are not able to actually do anything about this scenario, Sir.’

‘Oh my.’ Characteristically for an Edolian, the Prime Minister never said ‘God’ - centuries of anti-religious advertising and propaganda did their work - ‘What are we going to do?’

Albert von Tusk, the Commander-in-Chief of the empire’s forces, shrugged. ‘I don’t see any point, Sir. Reports from Axackal say no major human rights violations are being committed by the Allaneans. We can simply surrender - and stop wasting innocent lives on an already doomed effort - or we can fight… but millions will die. Our cities are a bomber pilot’s dream, and with the naval defenses broken…’ - he shrugged, pointing to a map of Edolia where the Socialist pink was slowly being pushed backwards, replaced by Imperial blue.

The Premier looked about his cabinet members for support - not wanting to be the one to announce his nation’s surrender. All he saw was terror and indecisiveness. And on the map, the blue spots crawled forward in real time, mile after mile, as Imperial troops and tanks ran over the Edolian defenses.

He nodded. ‘Okay. Let’s do it.’

The Edolian surrender papers were issued in two hours.

Port-Allanea, Delania State

‘Edolia has surrendered! Edolia has surrendered!’

Throughout the war-torn city, the news came like a brushfire. Everybody assembled near radios, televisions, computers broadcasting the unbelievable news:

‘The Emperor will arrive to Blattershplitt in several hours to officially accept the turn over of power. In the meanwhile, scattered resistance in Axackal…[/I]

People danced in the streets, firing rifles into the air, waving bottles with drink as they celebrated nothing else but the destruction of their ultimate enemy, the Edolians.

And the AVF was already seizing Blattershplitt, ‘unofficially’. The red flag dropped from the Edolian Parliament building - and into the street dirt, trampled upon with AVF boots - and instead were raised the Imperial and Allanean flag, together, flying over the streets in glorious Red, White, and Blue.

Near Blattershlitt

Von Tusk was running - his staff automobile was speeding away from the city. He knew he must run fast.. As fast as he humanly could. For he was the Butcher of Axackal. The man Allaneans believed guilty for thousands of their own. Of killing chidlren without trial - and maybe even raping them. (Only that last accusation was not true, really). If they caught him…

Suddenly, Von Tusk saw two monstrous armoured vehicles block the road ahead. In front of them, walked a man in AVF uniform. A very old man.

‘Remember me, Marshal?’

He didn’t.
‘Don’t I look familiar to you? I’m Stephen Norton. Remember my kid brother?’

Von Tusk shuddered, remembering suddenly the two young prisoners - boy and girl - whose execution sparked the Fourth Allanean War. He remembered them clinging to each other in fear - and the young boy’s face, contorted in anger.

’You won’t get away with this!’ - Alex Norton seemed to be screaming at him, across time itself.

Stephen Norton pulled the trigger. The massive BAR Monitor roared as it ripped through the Marshal’s body with .308 hollow-point rounds, throwing him back onto his driver’s seat. As he died, he looked into the old Allanean’s face, wondering as he drifted off… he looks so much like his brother…

The Fourth Edolian War - and the Fifth Edolian War - was over.
Reichskamphen
23-06-2005, 07:47
*HMS Appolyon*

Napoleon returned the Admirals salute quite readily and then took an even more friendly gesture of shaking his hand. Normally the Emperor was somewhat aloof, but today was not that day.

"Life on the battlefield is marvelous." the Emperor replied to the Admirals question. "I'm very much accustomed to it. Spent a number of years in the Guard myself."

Emperor Napoleon was the first Emperor of Greater Prussia who had known nothing but Greater Prussian rule all of his life. He was born shortly after the Empire was consecrated by Viktor I. In truth the Emperor's 30th birthday was tomorrow. He was a son of the soil, and had fought for it in two wars. Now, he was leading it forward to ultimate triumph.

"Admiral, do you think you are up for a challenge?" the Emperor queried. "When this war is over, the Empire's resources will not be stripped out, excepting for Allanea. Only the Army of Allanea will remain behind there incase someone tries to take advantage. I think you very well may be the commander I want for the Navy of the Imperial Protectorate of Edolia."
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OOC: We will assume the dinner is continuing and this is happening the next day.

IC: News had arrived of the Edolian surrender during the staff meeting at Army Headquarters. Immediately the entire battle plan the Emperor had devised and was preparing to execute was scrapped and the troops were put ashore as fast as they could move.

Only a few AVF troops marched in mainland Edolia. This land needed to be somewhat cooperative, and if they see Allaneans...that might be a tall order. A few minutes after the Allanean Flag went up, word went through the ranks of the Solo Christo Division which was occupying the city that there was to be no such display. The red white and blue stripes were taken down immediately so as not to cause too great of a disruption. Napoleon sent a letter of explanation to the Allanean White House on the matter. Luckily the Imperial Guard made the newsmen turn their cameras off so the footage of the flag being removed would not be seen.

OOC: Allanea, its best if there are no pics of that.

A concrete statue of some great Communist leader that sat in the city Square was pulled down by a Panzer using chains in an imitation of the similar event that took place only a day before in Deriksburg. It crumbled as it hit the ground with a mighty thud. Another statue, obviously made in anticipation of this moment was lowered onto the Pedestal. It was a state of Emperor Napoleon IV and President Kazansky shaking hands. The other hands of both men extended out to their sides and Kazansky grasped a shot torn flag. Upon Napoleon's hand was perched an Eagle. Inscribed below were the words:

"The purpose of all war is ultimately peace.
- Saint Augustine"

A torrent of whispers set upon the crowds in the streets of the Edolian Capitol, through the soldiers standing guard as well. The Emperor's convoy had been spotted 15 minutes away.

The Black uniformed Imperial Gendarmes arrived very suddenly in several Kubelwagens. They pushed the crowd back and kept them to the side of the street. A few people who the Gendarmes recognized as known threats were removed quickly and quietly from the crowd, bound, and thrown into armoured trucks which were parked out of sight in back alleys. Those people who disappeared did so forever.

The Edolian Military Headquarters and Intelligence headquarters had managed to shred about 1/4th of their documents before troopers arrived and put an end to it. A wealth of information had been seized and was being stubbornly guarded.

"Make way for the Emperor!" an Imperial Guard Captain announced over a megaphone. The call was carried by others and repeated douzains of times while the crowds in the streets parted to either side as several tanks pulled through the city. In the middle was a 1943 Black Mercedes Limousine. It was armoured thickly and no amount of small arms fire would pierce it. But thanks to gun control laws in Edolia, that would be no real problem.

Some stared on blankly as the conqueror of their once proud nation rode past in triumph. A mother, two children clinging to her shed tears...along with the burly 45 year old steel worker who stood beside her. Yet in more than a few faces, though they tried their best to conceal it from the crowds...their was a faint glimmer of hope and rejoicing. Their day had finally come.

The Armour column came to a halt outside the Edolian Capitol building. Nearly 200 Imperial Guard fanned out and formed a perimeter around the vehicles and the entrance to the Capitol building while about 50 more, clad in thier 1812 Pattern Ceremonial Uniforms, formed into column of fours infront of the Mercedes Limousine.

The crowds took a collective gasp when they saw the door open. Now, for the first time, they would see his face. The Emperor stepped out of the car and with a faint smile, waved to the crowds...perhaps only to goad them. He was clad in the uniform of a Marechal de l'Empire. The only differance being the much more elaborate embroidery on the lapels and in place of the lapels which had the crossed Marechal batons embroidered upon them to indicate rank, one would find a Napoleonic Eagle with a crown on one side, and an "N" with Laurel leaves around it on the other. At his side hung his Ceremonial Imperial Guard sabre, presented to him by his predecessor, Emperor Paisley.

He walked confidently up the stairs of the Capitol building surrounded on all sides by the brightly uniformed soldiers. The wind whipped through his hair and the sun warmed his face. This was going to be a good day. He saw the Edolian heads of state atop the stairs and nodded at them knowingly.

Deep down, he sympathized with them. They've lost everything. 'Someday, I may be in thier place.' he mused. The thought disturbed him too greatly so he thrust it aside, concentrating more on the moment at hand.

As he reached the Edolian heads of state, the soldiers infront of him swung open at the middle like double doors; thier movements precise and timed. The Emperor came to attention and saluted the men before him. "I am Emperor Napoleon the Fourth, Sovreign of the Greater Prussian Empire." he then bowed deeply as a gesture of respect.

OOC: Allanea, take it from there.
Cherry Ridge
23-06-2005, 15:14
"Colonel Tavington. The Edolians have surrendered."

"Very well then. Executde the prisoners."

"Sir!?"

Tavington ordered 15 men to execute all the prisoners. They were shot, and thrown into a ditch, and covered up. The Marines boarded their ships, and were transported home. Tavington turned over control of the Ridgian part of Axackal to hte Allaneans, and trotted off, boarded a small ship, and was taken to the Ridgian ships. The Army would occupy the new Ridgian territory in Edolia. Tavington was there to make sure all resistance was gone, then a new governor would be appointed.
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As the Army landed on Edolian beaches, in their ceremonial dress reds, modeled after 1800's Brtish uniforms, the "redcoats" formed lines and began to march to the capitol. He had heard reports that Napoleon was there.
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As they arrived just outside the capitol, Tavington yelled,
"Look proud, but remember, the people lining ths streets are communist scum. After we arrive in our new territory, we will begin doing raids on former prominent communists. Division! (there are 20,000 men)"

The Battalion commanders repeated,
"Battalion!"

Tavington then continued,
"Fix bayonets! Sholder ARMS! Forward MARCH!" They were holding old British muskets to match their uniforms, but they held SMGs under their uniforms, just in case.

The soldiers began to march, and they entered the capitol. They began to come up behind the Imperial Guards, and Tavington ordered them to halt. He saluted at the Imperial Guards. He rode up in front of the 3 man color guard, and waited for any military officer to come to him, waiting for something to do.
Allanea
23-06-2005, 15:29
On the face of it, there were no Allaneans in the capital. On the face of it. In fact, several hundred operatives - Edolians by blood, descendants of the refugees that fled the nation after the Fourth Edolian-Allanean war - were already scouring government offices, particularly those in Axackal and Yasmarea. It was decided that Yasmarea - being the Opium Basket of Edolia - would become Allanean territory, as not to rid the locals of their desired way of life. The Allaneans, in turn, would assume responsibility for the unholy produce. But right now, they had other work to do.

Blueprints for weapons and technologies were copied and sent out - to Reichsburg, to Port-Allanea, and to MegaCity One, where they would serve the interests of the Greater Prussian Empire and its friends. Government funds from Axackal and Yasmarea were diverted into Allanea, where they would serve rebuilding a war-torn nation. The bank accounts of the Edolian Imperial Party, the Edolian Socialist Party, the National Communist Party and the the Green Party were seized immediately, and their officials arrested - on charges of religious discrimination and civil rights violation. In Axackal and Yasmarea, those were capital offenses.

On the various military bases, classified Edolian Hellion-class remote-controlled fighter jets were disassembled and rolled into Imperial cargo jets, sent out to the Empire, where they would be copied and used. Mantikore-class tanks were sawn apart as so much junk metal, to be used in the building of the new Trans-Allanean Railroad - commissioned to the Midlonian-controlled corporation of Allanea-Rail.

Somewhere in Blattershplitt

Reverend Simpson prayed. It was all he could do - now. But he knew that while Christianity had been pushed into a corner under the practices of the Scarlet Empire, under this Empire it would be different. Now - only maybe two percent of the population were Christians. Tomorrow, he knew, he would change it - with the Emperor’s help. He prayed - for a better future for Edolia, and those who believed in God - Christians, Jews, Moslims. He knew, that only a few meters from him, Rabbi Shleichem was praying as well, looking through the crowd at the Emperor. The crowd parted from them - not wanting to associate with them - but afraid to do anything to them, lest the wrath of the Imperial Guard fall upon them. Thus, the Emperor would be able to see both Simpson and Shleichem, the latter with his talit, the former in the simple garb of his faith, praying as was their custom - one in Edoliani, the other in Hebrew - but their prayer was similar:

Baruch Ata Adonai, Eloheinu Melekh Ha-Olam…

‘Blessed be our Lord, God…"

She kidshanu be mitzvotaiv, ve hikhianu, ve kimanu, ve higanu la-yom ha-ze

"That has blessed us with his Commandments, and sustained us and fed us, so we could live to see this day."

After they have completed their prayer, the two friends - even though of different faith - looked at each other. They knew all eyes in the crowd were upon them - some looking with reverence, others with malice. And they knew that in this situation, they could only say the truth - whatever the consequences.

It was Shleichem who cried it first, Simpson following a second after, their cry repeated - in some variation - by about two of ten people in the crowd, and every single Imperial Guard on the scene.

"God Bless the Emperor!"

And throughout Allanea, where-ever people saw this scene on their TV screens, the response was one:

"God Bless the Emperor!"

Thirty minutes later, in the former Edolian Parliament Building

President Demarque stood up, saluting the Emperor. So did the other Imperial commanders present - and handed to the Emperor was the version of the document they prepared - the new Map of Haven.

There was only one thing left to settle - the question of who if at all would hold the Scarlet Isles.

OOC: http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v42/allanea/Maps/Haven.png
Derscon
23-06-2005, 17:41
OOC: Use the Edolian map -- I can't read the whole Haven map.
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HMS Appolyon

As Napoleon and Zimmerov were talking, the V-22 Osprey landed on the deck of the Archangel and was unloaded. Everything that would have been required of a decent banquet was shipped in fresh. Zimmerov looked out as the Osprey took off and sighed.

"Emperor, thank you for offering this position, I am honored." He took a sip of his "Napoleon Private Cognac Reserve" wine. There were only four barrels left, and they were taken off the markets. Two of them currently were residing in the vault at GPWASS HQ, waiting to be shipped to Reichskamphen, one was sitting in the vault in Kremlin Palace, and the other was split in half, one going to Arthur Wellesley, the other to Mikhail Zimmerov.

"However, I must decline your offer. My men here -- they are my family. I've been with them since I was a Commander. I hand-picked my men. I can't leave them. I'm sorry, sir."
Pschycotic Pschycos
23-06-2005, 19:54
Reichskamphen, take control of Yamamoto and the fleet. I've got some RL things that prohibit me from participating *coughvacationcough*.
Austar Union
23-06-2005, 23:57
Central Command
Isle of the Ravenspire, Haven

So troubling... where was Haven at the time of such injustice?

With the force of pounding, Riddick had gained a headache. Ever since the coalitioned forces of Greater Prussia had released their own copy of the regional map, he could only be filled with anger that the stability to his northern half had been disrupted. Such an Empire as Greater Prussia as it was, they appeared to bring only bloodshed wherever it was they were to go. And now that his 'safe' position in the North of Haven had been disrupted, he had been contemplating unilateral action - against the intentions of the State of Austar Union, and even Lord Indigo Blue himself. Perhaps he would agree, to some extent. It was a matter of fact that these developments hardly put the region on a course towards peace. And as much he had the availability to offer the Imperial Empire of Greater Prussia some form of non-aggression treaty, he hardly wanted to. He despised them with all he was, they were the supporters of the vile race of Allaneans afterall. Ever since the Union had left their ranks, they had been embroiled in matters of religion - How Wasteful. They had no honor, they had no dignity, they were nothing to him.

Nothing but the Bringers of Destruction, and War...

Around their precious fleet, it had been monitered a sort of energy, of dark. They claimed to be good, they claimed to be of God himself - yet did ever God command a war against your brotherhood? They hated the Catholics with a passion, such insolence had consumed them. Eaten by the disgusting and terrible issues of Protestant verses Catholic, all which they had built for themselves had been lost. Now, they were but a force of terror - unwelcome and unwanted to be in their presense. Such a development as this however, made Riddick uneasy. Now that they had conquered the Edolian provinces, Greater Prussian forces were notable on both Eastern and Western fronts. Now, the Isle which had been intended to bring stability to the region of Haven, was now surrounded with that which would oppose this nobel cause. Something must be done, for it would only be too soon before they considered the Austarian outpost a mighty foe. And should they... attack, surely it would mean a disaster if not for the Union, but also for the entire of North Haven.

Untrustworthy...

Indeed they were on all faces they had put on. Sometimes they would come in the form of Christianity, perhaps a nobel cause. Yet Riddick had never read a word in the Holy Word describing that a physical war was ever to be fought. For all he knew in his athiest and critical ways, the Bible had taught a way whereby God would establish his presense, not the forces of Greater Prussia. Greater Prussia was an empire, it was a force of great intolerance. It had been rumoured even, that they were guilty of human rights violations in the highest. Even if they hadnt, they were fighting a war where there ought be no physical opposition, except those whom are the targets of their mighty and unjust hand. They had promised peace on all occasions, yet could only bring the end of peace itself. They had promised freedom, yet enslaved the rights of man to establish his own desire, his own will upon this Earth. They had promised prosperity, yet they had only brought with them turmoil. How many wars had they fought, as compared with others? And finally, they had promised righteousness, from which they hardly displayed. War was unjust, what gave them the right to invade happy, soveriegn Edolians? In the meantime, for now Riddick was powerless to stop their hand of terror. They would carve up the territories of Edolia between themselves, and perhaps nothing would prevent them. Haven, the whole of Haven had done their brothers unjust, they had done their northerners wrong. Such concequences had been brought on by such inaction. And now all he could do was to wait. He had several options already at hand, and patience was a virture.

The end will come, even if it be my last dying breath...
Cherry Ridge
24-06-2005, 01:42
ooc- Austar, lets just ignroe the Kicngdom of Burgundy, the Catholic Kingdom of Greater Prussia, and the Catholic delegate, Cav, shall we?
Cherry Ridge
24-06-2005, 02:14
A Captain rode up and whispered to Tavington.
"Holy Shit" he said. With all the commotion, everyone forgot about Edolias other colony, the Scarlet Islands. Controling them almsot guarenteed control over Havens waterways. And a promotion for me he thought.
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As the troops hurridly left the Capitol, they quickly arrived on the islands. Encountering almost no resistance, the Reds threw down their rifles. They knew of the surrender, and special ops were taking out the remainding men. Colonel Tavington said over a loudspeaker,
"I hereby claim these islands for Cherry Ridge!" The soldiers cheered, and the crowd, realising they were liberated, did too.
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Code to Allanea
We will give you an island in the Scarlet Island chains ine exchange for a coastal base in Axackal. -Colonel Tavington
Allanea
24-06-2005, 02:16
OOC: Austar, if you don’t mind, for IC purposes I am unaware of your actions. So I won’t act on them.

Even as the war was officially over, Allanean troops were still rushing for a cargo plane. A final charge had to be made - symbolic, really. Merely the act of planting-down one flag. Capturing - without combat - one island. It would be easy, their commander had said. There would be little - if any - resistance. They would be done in half an hour…

…at least that’s what they thought until the first shot was fired. By the time the Center Island - now already Jefferson Island - was captured, fifty-five Allanean Special Forces soldiers were killed by the Edolian stragglers.

From: President Demarque of Allanea
To: Colonel Tavington

Thank you. We would love nothing more than Cherry Ridge forces helping to protect our homeland in those difficult times.
Cherry Ridge
24-06-2005, 02:28
Colonel Tavington sailed the quick trip to Jefferson Island, to meet with Colonel greening, the Commanding Officer. As Tavington stepped off of his small ship (it was more of an armed recreation boat), still in his dress reds, he walked up to Colonel Greening, saluted and said,

"Colonel Greening, I am Colonel William Tavington, Commander of His Majesty's Ridgian Forces in Haven. Nice to meet you." He extended his hand.
Hogsweat
25-06-2005, 14:03
OOC:Boo.

Official Announcement
The Social Nationalist Union hereby sees it fit, in accordance to the Dorsal Doctrine Section A subsection 2A, to intervene to protect the freedom of the Edolian people and their national dignity. We will not stand by and see four and a half billion people bow down the a foreign force.

While our moves sound aggressive and landgrabbing we will not bring Hogsweatian Edolia under Hogsweatian Central Rule; we will install a free parliament, with free rules and a free, elected leader, for the Edolian people.

Should any Pro Allanean forces engage a Hogsweatian force we will respond viciously. We suggest that any foreign force stays out of our way.

Edolian-Hogsweatian border
General Arams peered out of his binoculars, glancing a cast to the west. Below him, his division was advancing, in brigade formation with tanks to the front infantry marching behind. twenty thousand men, in summer camouflage with tanks painted splapdash a musty green and a muddy brown, the mechanised elements of the division advancing on either side with their similarly camouflaged trucks and APCs, the soldiers inside glad that they could drive instead of walk the distance that would cut south western Edolia off from the north, and bring it under temporary Hogsweatian control. The soldiers sang while they marched the long route to the sea.

Reserves would pour behind , establishing routes of command and control, defence lines and outposts and advanced communication stations. Soon the far south of Edolia would be consumed by the red menace.

Resistance so far had been small, minor partisan units where quickly annihilated by sheer force and it was anticipated within in the week the south of Edolia that was to the west of York, and the north of Whitby, would be assimilated into the New Socialist Union.

C+C Centre, MoD York
“Yes General. I understand your position. Of course, post haste”

Field Marshall Montgomery switched on the tac display, an illuminate lighting of Hogsweatian forces in the area quickly dotting up, live feeds spouting forth on the monitors as operators listened for incoming transmissions. Around him Air Marshall Winters and Minister of Defence Michael Taylor were also scanning the map. Every so often, aircraft would appear on the tac display, take a patrol, and fade out as fast as they faded in. Edolian “resistance” was melting, most citizens preferring to live under their own laws rather than the oppressive Greater Prussian Empire. Huge propaganda droppings from aircraft had shown the Edolian citizens what Hogsweat planned to do – which was let them rule themselves.
Omz222
25-06-2005, 17:11
Omzian Army Times
Tensions Heightened as Omzian Forces Skyrockets Deployments to Southern Omz; Aimed at Yasmarea

PORT HAGRAS - In a rather surprising move today, the Omzian President and the Ministry of National Defence has announced an increase in the readiness level of the Omzian Forces, along with the cancellation of all leaves of Omzian personnel based on southern Omz. This news comes directly after the Allanean occupation of Yasmarea, which as an anonymous high-ranking Army General described, "a problem that must be rooted our for the sake of regional and homeland security."

Though the government has clearly refused to confirm or deny the various allegations that links the deployments to an eventual operation against Allanea-occupied Yasmarea, military leaders has confirmed that this is in a direct response to the Allanean occupation of the previously-Edolia held territory. For the Army, three Group Armies, numbering to approximately 50 divisions, were placed at a heightened state of alert, with the small airborne forces component of these Group Armies placed at a state of "total alert". Both the National Guard and Militia forces are also placed at a heightened state of readiness, possibly being called up into duty in th near future. The Army's missile forces are also called up, with a total of about 20 missile brigades to be deployed, wielding over 1000 of the RF-7B medium-range ballistic missiles. Both the Army and the government has described this as a "precautionary measure against the Allanean foothold in Yasmarea", although an anonymous Army General has described this as the "withdrawal of a knife against a sheath, to be used against Allanean aggression".

For the Air Force and Navy, things were of a similar nature. For the Air Force, the regional and global mobility commands were placed at a heightened state of readiness, as air patrols were heightened around southern Omz population enters and military headquarters, most importantly Hogan Point and Port Hagras. For both the Tactical Air and Strategic Air Command, this also invovled the redeployment of several combat air force wings from northern Omz, shifted towards coastal airbases at southern Omz. It is also expected that a series of exercises involving simulated ground strikes will also occur, along with another series of preparations including an experiment involving the takeoff of a whole squadron of fighter aircraft from large highways in southern Omz, possibly sealed off in the future for military deployments.

For the Navy, things were also heated. Though the bulk of the Omzian Navy are geared for global operations rather than regional operations, it is expected that a total of thirteen different carrier battle groups and one of the two command groups of the Omzian Navy will be mobilized, forming a 800 vessel-strong "Task Force 80668". As well, it is also expected that littoral warfare assets will also be called up. However, most importantly, six out of the eight Amphibious Operation Groups are placed at a heightened state of alert, for "possible future amphibious operations". The Omzian Naval Marine Corps is also being mobilized along with the naval task force, for "unspecified actions to be taken".

This is Major Jonas Haranz, reporting from Port Hagras.
Hogsweat
25-06-2005, 17:12
Winston AFB, Southern Omzian Democratic Republic
"Goryen Azmar, Kylie Ruger is ready for the party. We are about to board the limousine, over."

"Roger that Kylie Ruger, Goryen Azmar wishes you luck. May you pull your targets well."

Captain Jack Daniels switched on his boosters with the flick of a switch, powering up engines one and then two in succession as the squadron of Tornado GDVs shot up into the air, extra fuel boosters attached in the internal holds. Behind them, the next squadron, twenty four Eurofighter Typhoons also loaded with the extra fuel, whooshed up into the rather quiet morning Omzian sky on their way to Yasmarea. The fighter bombers broke into a delta formation per squadron, the Tornado squadron, 552 Squadron, being on the bottom and slightly left of the Typhoon. This was standard. They screamed across the sky, over the Omzian defence network, their IFFs switched on, over the seas, over the clouds, and over to Yasmarea.

Lloyd AAB, Hogsweatian Outpost
On Lloyd Airborne Attack Base, three paratroop brigades were loading onto their C5Cs, all equipment loaded. Two of the brigades were reserves; not as well trained as the proffessionals but they still had the training and equipment neccessary for this operation. Yasmarea wasn't held by a huge amount of troops, and besides if any reinforcements were to arrive the 12,000 paratroopers would have already fulfilled their requirements; to make three airbases with which to bring in armour, artillery, aircraft, and more soldiers.
Operation: Golden Sky began when a tenth of the force, the first fourty C5s, took off from Lloyd AAB and began the journey to Yasmarea with it's interceptor escorts..
Allanea
25-06-2005, 17:55
Given the fact most if not even all Greater Prussian players are currently offline, I request this be put on hold until Monday or whenever they return. I also request that the changes made by me in Hestonia, namely, my defensive construct, be not ignored. I think this is reasonable. Yours, Allanea.
Hogsweat
25-06-2005, 17:56
Agreed. but you may note the fact that your defences will take a while to be built. Therefore our Yasmarea invasion will most likely be going on while they are still being built. however I do request you don't move troops about etc while the RP is on hold.
Allanea
25-06-2005, 18:02
Agreed. but you may note the fact that your defences will take a while to be built. Therefore our Yasmarea invasion will most likely be going on while they are still being built. however I do request you don't move troops about etc while the RP is on hold.

NP.
Hogsweat
25-06-2005, 18:05
Settled then :)
Allanea
25-06-2005, 18:18
OOC: I thought of it a bit, and decided to post despite the absence of the GPE.


IC:

Somewhere in Yasmarea

"Oh bloody hell!" - screamed the Special Forces Captain.

"What happened, commander?"

"We have incoming Hogsweatian planes. Detected by sattelite. ETA two hours. What do we have in terms of aircraft?"

"We have ten Ann Coulter MK IV’s that escorted us in. More interestingly, we took over the local Hellion bases - that’s five hundred remote-controlled planes."

"Holy crap."

"Yeah. Those commies were big on remote-controlled craft."

"Send them all out. I don’t care if we lose every single one, but stop the bloody Hogs!"

"Yes, Sir!"

"Who can we call for help?"

The adjutant - also the temporary lieutenant-Governor of Yasmarea - shrugged.

"Call the Empire. Call the mainland. And call Fluffywuffy and all our old allies. We need help. NOW."
Fluffywuffy
25-06-2005, 18:48
OOC: Since this RP is apparantly frozen, I am just going to post what I'm going to send. Wether or not it has been sent is up to y'all to decide.

IC:

Emperor Jason McCall weighed the options. On one hand, Allanea was an ally of Fluffywuffy for a long time. On the other, Fluffywuffy was at war with everyone and his uncle. The mental scales kept shifting, finally arriving at a balance. The Second Empire would send a small force to Yasmarea to aid Allanea in his war, allowing the bulk of Imperial forces to stay at home.

Transmission to Allanea:

The Second Empire understands your plight in Yasmarea and has commited forces to aid you in the defense of said territory. The 144th Flotilla, composed of two Nimitz-class carriers, twenty Ticonderoga cruisers, and thirty Oliver Hazard Perry frigates is en route. Also, the 5th Air Force, composed of 500 Anne Coulter mk IVs and 50 B-52s, is scheduled to arrive within hours. Finally, the 400th Division of 100,000 leg-infantry will accompany the 144th Flotilla. The 400th has been placed under direct Allanean command for the moment, though the Second Empire will eventually take proper command of them. God bless.
Skinny87
25-06-2005, 22:10
OOC: Just posting my mobilisation

Grey House, Dowland City

President Martin sat at his heavy oak desk, looking at the small group of men gathered in seats opposite him. Representing the Armed Forces were the Joint Chiefs of Staff, from the Army, Navy, Airforce, Marines and Space Command, and next to these men sat the Leader of the Opposition, Daniel Dowland. Xavier rubbed his blood-shot eyes, frowned and then looked at the men before him.

"Gentlemen, as you all know, this country faces its greatest crisis since the bombing of Dowland City by Guffingford and the possibility of an invasion of the Republic. Haven itself seems to be splitting apart, dividing into factions, and its getting worse by the hour. Hogsweat has always been a faithful ally of the Republic, and I intend to follow her lead and aid her with Republican military forces. Your comments?"

Dowland, a tall and reverential political figure in his late thirties, with dark black hair and a small goatee beard, coughed gently, and all eyes in the room turned to watch him. Dowland was an outspoken critic of the government at times, especially in Parliament, and his views carried weight in any debate. Looking directly at the President, he spoke gravely but slowly. "Now, you know Mr President, of my views of war per se; I am always against conflict over diplomacy at any cost. However, and I say with with some gravity, that I am for this particular conflict. Haven itself is coming apart at the seams, and any action is better than no action at all. I shall not oppose this in Parliament when the time comes."

Xavier nodded and gave Dowland his thanks, but inwardly a great pressure was lifted from him; a debate in Parliament would have caused the government some embarresement and wasted valuable deployment time. "In that case, General Wilbur, send the orders; deploy the Third and Fourth Fleets immediately into Haven waters."

Republican Naval Base, New Kaylee, Official Press Statement

Republican Fleet Command had been informed of the Hogsweatian Fleets moving out of Scarpa Flow, and the decision was taken at the highest levels in the Grey House to follow suit. As such, the Third and Fourth Carrier CGV Fleets, and the First Surface Fleet were given orders to mobilise and move into official Haven waters pending a complete deployment and assessment of the situation.

DEFCON Alert Levels have been placed from Level Five to Level Three to reflect the increased tension starting to appear in the Haven region. All non-military or government aircraft have been banned from Republican airspace, and all foreign visitors will now require longer checks when entering the country. Mobilisation of the Republican Rapid Reaction Forces and general mobilisation of Republican Armed Forces has continued.
Vrak
25-06-2005, 22:34
OOC: reposting this from the OHS boards since I don't know if some folks only count NS forum as official roleplay. If you want this removed, then it's not a problem to do so.

IC:

To: Greater Prussia nations and Allanea
From: Vrak Diplomatic Corps
Subject: Haven

We really don't care what you do in the northern reaches of Haven. We ask that you keep well away from the territories of New Birchester and the FKC territories proper.


To: All Haven nations
From: Vrak Diplomatic Corps
Subject: Greater Prussian and Allanean incursions

While it saddens us to see Edolia under the heel of Greater Prussia and Allanea, we can only shake our heads in astonishment at the lackluster reponse from Haven. This signifies to us that we need to change our policies in regards to our interests and territories in Haven.

Still, we find it ironic that a well-known warmonger such as Hogsweat is so worried about other nations that share their well documented imperialistic ambitions.
Praetonia
25-06-2005, 23:06
Cabinet Offices, Praeton

"Not long ago an invasion of Edolia was launched across the Axackal frontier by the forces of Allanea and several other members of the Greater Prussian Empire," the Minister of Defence pressed a button on the control panel in front of him, and a series of clicking sounds accompanied the changing of slides displayed on the large white screen inside the darkened room, "Fighting has occured in this area, where five Edolian Doujin Class Superdreadnaughts were being stationed. Allanean forces have overrun this area, and the Doujins have not attempted to leave port or fire upon their attackers. We can only assume that they have been captured."

He finished the presentation compiled by his own department, the MoD and took his seat near the top of the solid oak table once again. The Prime Minister, sitting at its head, looked steely eyed into the space beyond the Chancellor of the Exchequer, sitting at the opposite end.

"This is a clear threat to our national security and our interests. Not only would it set a dangerous precedent if we allowed them to continue their occupation, but the presence of Doujin Class vessels so close to our shipping lanes in enemy hands represents a clear threat to vital supplies. Gallius, how does the MoD rate our effectiveness against the opposing naval forces?" the Prime Minister said, looking back at his Minister for Defence.

"We can certainly destroy the Doujins, Prime Minister, we out number them by a considerable degree. I am confident that we could enforce a blockade around the offending port if need be," Sir Fortuanus Gallius replied.

"Is that all we want to do?" Interupted the Foreign Secretary, one Tiberius Polax, "Hogsweatian forces have mobolised. Edolia is not technically an allied state... but we surely cannot allow a Haven state to fall into potentially hostile hands, especially as our allies Omz222, Skinny87 and Hogsweat are opposing it."

The Prime Minister looked contemplative.

"Any other comments?" He asked, opening up the debate to other members of Cabinet.

"I'm sure the colonies will be behind us all the way," the Colonial Secretary said enthusiastically, "They can provide a steady stream of ammunition, especially Segmentum Praetonialis. The colonials will appreciate the extra jobs."

The Prime Minister nodded and began to speak, but was interupted by the Chancellor, "This is a big move. Invading Allanea...,"

"...Edolia," Fortuanus Gallius pointed out, but the Chancellor ignored him,

"and effectivelly declaring war on the Greater Prussian Empire. We should take a much more measured approach. Demand that the Doujins be handed over and if they are then take it no further. They are no threat to us, and Hogsweat can handle themselves."

"Hmmmm," the Prime Minister began, "Ok. We will demand the Doujins be surrendered. If they are not, then we shall consider further action and aid the Hogsweatians," the Chancellor smiled; the Minister of Defence frowned, "but, to show that we mean business... I hearby order than the Grand Fleets be put to sea and the entire military be mobolised. Prepare airtransport to take them to Hogsweat. If the Doujins are not surrendered, then we shall proceed to aid Hogsweat, Omz and Skinny. Meeting ajourned."
Kriegorgrad
25-06-2005, 23:36
Cunning ford wiped at his weary lids, staving off the inevitably encroach of sleep that gently ushered him towards sleep, the darkness was broken only by the monitor in front of him, blue-white light threw shadows about the tired COMSEC surveillance officer's face. Surely, no one will notice if I nod off, if only for a moment, he thought, leaning back into the welcoming recesses of chair and sleep...

"Satellite Uplink Engaged; Immediate Attention Required!"

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Monitor nagging for attention with its monotonous, repetitive "beep, beep", the hideous noise bore into Cunning's skull until he had to pay attention, he sat up and surveyed the screen, just to double check what he'd seen. Moments later, the chair was empty, spinning about on its pivot as the COMSEC surveillance drone had fled in search of a higher ranking officer. As on the screen were two words, only appearing after the satellite had zoomed in and focused, the words were: FluffyWuffy Fleet.

*****

"This is an outrage!" Cried Mustapha, leading the oratory display in this instance, while Henry sat on the other side, the two rivals were actually agreeing - perhaps one of the rarest events ever to happen within the Collective Oligarchy.

"Indeed it is, I suggest we keep an eye on the Yasmarean situation, that's worrying, however, the presence of FluffyWuffy fleet is by far the more perplexing situation: what are we to do with about it?" Replied Henry, furrowing his deep brow.

"I suggest we mobilize the Proletarian Fleet, immediately."

"Agreed."

For the first time in the Oligarchy's history, Henry and Mustapha had actually with one another, this fact alone spoke volumes about the possibility of true unity in the hierarchs of Kriegorgrad...

*****

All along the North-Eastern coast of Kriegorgrad, ships of war could be seen making ready, crewmen labouring crates aboard ships and workers cracking open warehouses with more than their fair share of dust. Soldiers getting into trucks at bases, making for the cavernous transport vessels that awaited them at the coast of Kriegorgrad. Cranes were busy shifting large packs of ammunition too heavy for hands not of iron onto a sprawling Floating Fortress.

Whatever was happening in Kriegorgrad, it was big.
Hogsweat
25-06-2005, 23:59
Western Yasmarea

"GO GO GO!" Out of the rear of the C5C, men began jumping in quick succession, their parachutes opening after ten seconds with a whoosh, the whole 123rd Airborne Regiment dropping from parachute by four C5s - straight over enemy territory. In fact, they were the only regiment to land that day. The rest turned back when it was clear that enemy aircraft where too many to combat. However, 123rd got through. And they dropped, all eight hundred, into the valley of death. Into Lanzar Hill. Lanzar Hill was a 240 metre high hill, with a small yasmarean village around it, a church and a few houses. Dense forest covered the front of Lanzar hill, and a stream ran around the back and the west of the soon to be bloodbath defense location. The forest lasted for miles, and the stream ran back off into some lake or something a fair way away from Lanzar. It wasn't long before the 123rd had taken over the hill, and the village, completely. Colonel Gareth Cavendish (http://www.dailytimes.com.pk/images/18_8_2002_ind%202.jpg) ran back and forth, meeting with his officers, on a matter of what they should do. It was decided unamiously, that the regiment would stay and fight. With the "bring it on" bravado that Hogsweatian soldiers reeked of, Cavendish gave the order to dig in trenches on all sides, and to put mortars and anti tank weapons on vantage points like the church and the top of the hill. Several layers of trenches were established, each with overlapping fields of fire, machine guns, sniper holes, and auto grenade launcher locations were setup along the line. The eight hundred were prepared to defend their location against any foreign force until assistance arrived.

Yasmarean Airbase

"We are moving to engage, over. We see targets.. taking the dive"

Three Tornado GDVs dropped down at the perfect angle for bomb penetration, guiding their four hundred pound laser guided bombs directly onto the runway, scoring penetrating hits and making smoke billow forth. Three more dropped down onto the hangers, bunker busters and cluster bombs reigning free from the external points from the wings. While the enemy fighters where out chasing the air transports, the fighter bombers would make sure that the enemy would not land. Flights of twelve split off to attack each airbase, dropping a multitude of ordnance from 450 lb bombs, to bunker busters and air to ground 84mm rockets. The bombing raid was not exactly priceless; six valued pilots where lost in action, with their aircraft, as the hogsweatians began to turn for home.
Austar Union
26-06-2005, 00:01
{Open Transmission}
{TRANSMISSION TYPE: Diplomatic Contact - Secure}
{FROM: Riddick, Isle of the Ravenspire}
{TO: Foriegn Ministry, Greater Prussia}
{SUBJECT: Military Exclusion Zone - Details Within}

Over the next few months, the Military Forces of the Absolutionist State of Austar Union, and those under the command of my own, will be undertaking a series of military testing exersises in the areas North and South of the Isle. I ask of you therefore, that you respect a military exclusion zone in these areas - for the protection of your fleets. I will assure you, I have no interest in attempting any kind of offense against your positions within Edolia, but I must retain the status of that exclusion zone. I thank you in advance for your respect and acknowledgement in these matters, since I hardly believe that you would be interested yourself in opening the can of worms which would be involved, should you breach the borders of this exclusion zone.

That said, be forewarned that military patrols will be safeguarding the area. The area is closed to both Naval and Air Traffic.

Yours In Excellence,

Riddick
Isle of the Ravenspire
{Close Transmission}

OOC: Just so you know - since I couldnt bother to attach a map or what not - the area defined is pretty large, so in an essense it does basically prevent Greater Prussian Forces getting through to past the Military Exclusion Zone. Otherwise, it would be a bitch to travel at least an extra three thousand kilometres northward to get around the tip of the zone. Southward, you're wasting your time since it converges on the waters claimed by Scandavian States.
Allanea
26-06-2005, 00:14
As the Hogsweatian planes turned to flee, the Hellions turned back to base, beginning to take on the Hogsweatian aircraft that were still fighting - 5 C-5's and several fighter-bombers against five hundred agile, remote controlled craft. From the ground, Allaneans and those Yasmareans who were on their side fired shoulder-launched missiles, heavy machineguns and even simple rifles at their enemy. They simply had no chance. And the fact that at that very moment the five hundred heavily armed Ann Coulter Mk III fighter-bombers sent in by Fluffywuffy came in didn't make things better at all.

In the meanwhile, the forces on the ground had their own, different problems.

* * *

"Commander, look at this map..."

"Holy God! They took Lanzar Hill!"

"Yes, Sir. As you see, it's growing more fortified by the minute. I suggest we storm it ASAP."

The Colonel simply slapped his adjutant. "What kind of an idiot are you, Lieutenant Jones?"

"Eh... sir... what's wrong?!"- replied the adjutant, rubbing his cheek.

"Very simple. Edolia had Titan guns on this island. several Titan guns. Do you know how big those are?"

"Very big, Sir?"

"Exactly. I want you to order whoever on this blighted piece of land supports us to point those guns at that damn hill and fire them ceaselessly until it stops being a hill and becomes flatland!"

"Yes, Sir!"

And so, the monstrous cannons that made the cannons of a Doujin superdreadnaught look like cap guns swung, for tthe first time in history, inside Yasmarea, and began firing at Zandar hill - again and again. High-explosive, fragmentation, incendiary - dozens of insanely oversized cannon shells rained down on the island.
Fluffywuffy
26-06-2005, 02:18
"Shit." That was the only word to describe the situation. Hogsweatian bombers had hit Allanean airfields just before Fluffywuffy's Anne Coulters had landed, and that represented a serious problem. The fifty B-52 'FW's didn't have as much a problem; they flew on two GE90 turbofans, doubling their thrust and increasing fuel economy. They had the luxury of a short orbit time, which gave them a greater survival chance. But the A-Cs didn't, and many squadron commanders that were going to land in damaged airfields dangerously rerouted to highways, clearings, and civilian airports. All in all, 50 of the 500 craft were destroyed or otherwise inoperable. Replacement craft were ordered from Fluffywuffy and it was hoped that they would make it to their home away from home intact.

The 400th "Immortal Infantry" Division set up shop and command was removed from Allanea. General Artorious Rex, newly assigned commander of the 400th, was a bold commander, always taking risks. His simple face and unremarkable features hid his intelligence well, and many a man had underestimated him as an average commander. But now was not the time for words; it was time for action.

The General paced around his tent/command room, a makeshift command center populated by WiFi technology to communicate with the field and various sattelite uplinks. An intelligence officer had forwarded a report that both Kriegorgrad and Praetonia had prepared for war with some unknown force. Praetonia was understandable; Fluffywuffy had never loved Praetonia. Kriegorgrad was another story, as Fluffywuffy was pretty neutral towards them. So the intelligence analyst had said that Kriegorgrad might just feel threatened with war around it and decided to prepare just in case. Praetonia, it was thought, was prepping for imminent hostile actions against the small flotilla that Fluffywuffy had created. Preliminary analysis showed that a few Doujins went unaccounted for. Better check with the Allaneans, the General thought. And so he did.

To: whom it may concern, Allanea
From: General Artorious Rex

It has come to my attention that Praetonia has lost contact with a few Doujin-class warships following Allanean acquirance of Yasmarea. Now, we do not know if Allanea has taken these vessels or if our sources are incorrect, but we do know that such vessels could be useful in our sea operations. If your nation has acquired these vessels, we would like to borrow them for the duration of this conflict. Also, I request an advisor from Allanea be assigned to my staff to facilitate our cooperation in this war.

-General Artorious Rex

The transmission went out over a 128-bit secure connection.

At sea, things were uneventful. Nothing much had happened. Yet. The General was also commander of the Flotilla, and as an agressive commander, he felt he had to do something. So he decided to send the Flotilla on a pleasure cruise to behind enemy lines, where the Flotilla would attempt to interdict lines of shipping and communication. The aircraft were at the ready, waiting for any air or sea attack, and all was generally well.
Omz222
26-06-2005, 02:29
Omzian Army Command Center, Western Military District Command
Meters Below The Earth of Korsan, 2000

"Are we all met?", the Colonel General asked as he looked around in the morbidly dark room, only the dim light from the digital projector apparant to his large eyes. A tall man with a strong build, the 48 years old Colonel General looked around the room with a rather plain look. With a tablet PC in front of him and a rather small stack of paper, he sat down on the rather comfortable seat. A huge map, depicting the entire region of Haven suspended on the left side of a dark and shadowy wall; a map, depicting the area around Omz and Yasmarea, sat against the right. "I have been told by the High Command that our operations against Allanea-held Yasmarea, Operation Sandbox and Quickdirt, are to commerce effectively beginning from 2300 of this day. No exceptions here, my comrades. As you all might know, Operation Sandbox, the aerial portion of the operations against Allanean forces in Yasmarea, will involve a huge strike force of cruise missiles and aircraft against both tactical and strategic installations in Allanea. To avoid friendly casulties and mission failures, we have made sure that the missile sorties would hit where they should hit."

Admiral Goran nodded politely, as he jotted down a few notes while the four silver stars on his shoulder sat again the gold plating of his rank insignia. "I know about the missile sorties for the Navy and the Air Force, but can you once again clarify the operation for us, comrade Colonel General?", he asked as a sense of concern once again suspended in his head.

"Of course, though I figure that the Fleet Admiral should've emailed you the target list" the Colonel General replied. "Operation Sandbox will be the air portion of the operation, involving a large number of sorties of manned and unmanned aircraft. Our goal in this operation, since it will operate across a regional distance, is to completely overwhelm Allanean defences on Yasmarea, before Operation Quickdirt initates to support the upcoming land invasion of Yasmarea. Thus, this will involve numerous strikes against military installations, infrastructure, communiction, and administrative centers of the Allanean occupational authority and the Allanean forces stationed in Yasmarea."

"And what are the exact strikes?", questioned General Kanar in a rather cautious tone. "The target list keeps changing by the hour, and it would be a wonder if the flight profiles are all handled correctly and entered into the cruise missiles' computers."

"Correct, though I'd assume that the boys in the navy and air force will figure it out," the Colonel General said. "The first phase of the operation is a massive strike against Allanean assets in Yasmarea by unmanned missiles. Currently we've got the entire Task Force 80668 readied for the operation, along with two wings of bombers from the Strategic Air Command of the Air Force, and five Missile Brigades from the 1st Group Army. We are anticipating a strike by more than one hundred medium-range ballistic missiles to start off the preemptive war against the Allaneans, along with about two hundred ground launched cruise missiles. This is followed by a massive cruise missile bombardment by the navy, numbering to more than few thousands, against various important targets in Yasmarea. Proceeding this, the air strike will occur, in which ninety-six bombers will spearhead the effort by launching a total of more than one thousand cruise missiles. This raid is also clearly intended to overwhelm the Allanean air defence system and the aerial forces stationed in the area, and will be complemented by the launch of more than a thousand Firebee and TALD decoys."

"And what will the air strikes be exactly?", the Admiral once again questioned, as a mechanical pencil dangled between his fingers rather freely.

"Good question, and I've been briefed on the matter," the General replied. "We are anticipating that the Air Force will launch a total of more than a thousand tactical aircraft, of various types, following the cruise missile strikes, from forward airbases in southern Omz. This force is divided into a total of four waves, geared to taking out the remains of the Allanean air defence network in Yasmarea, along with initating a final blow against the ground forces and strategic targets in Yasmarea. The Navy will initate their own strikes in cooperation, totaling to about over a thousand tactical aircraft as well, which will cooperate with the Air Force strikes; however, the Navy strikes will be concentrated more on the airfields of Allanea in their first wave and conducting offensive counter-air operations, as opposed to the SEAD and DEAD missions of the Air Force."

"Excellent," the Admiral replied with a smile and his usual nod. "I assume that we all are briefed on the subsequent Quickdirt operation?"

"Of course," the General chuckled. "We are aiming to initate the Quickdirt operation, if this Sandbox operation goes successful, by tomorrow at this time, if you will. there will still be a continuous stream of sorties, obviously, but we are anticipating that the amphibious forces will get themselves ready by then, and subsequently initating the ground operation against Allanea."

"Brilliant," General Kanar gave a enthusiastic smile. "This is what i call 'shock warfare', my comrade."

OOC: What it means - There will be a huge cruise missile strike from my ships, and a number of aircraft. For organizational matters, I have links to the OOBs of my Air Force, Army, and Navy in my sig. For the navy, there are 1 Command Group, a total of 13 carrier battle groups of various types, and submarien support as well, numbering to about 800 vessels. For the Air Force and Navy, assume about more than 2000 aircraft divided into six waves.
ALSO -- I will make a list of the deployments on the OHS boards soon. it will involve the total number of many different combat ships, aircraft, and ground units as well.
Reichskamphen
26-06-2005, 02:37
OOC: I woke up a couple of days ago to find out about a family situation that happened. I didn't have time to say anythign and had to be out the door within an hour of waking up and leaving for North Carolina. Now I come back and we are being invaded? I really wish you had kept it on PAUSE. I really couldn't help that I was gone this time.

Is there anything we can do to reverse course a little bit so I can gain my footing. Since, after all...they are MY forces in that area and I would have to RP them. I very much think in the sense of fairness we should role back the clock just a little bit.
Omz222
26-06-2005, 02:42
OOC: I woke up a couple of days ago to find out about a family situation that happened. I didn't have time to say anythign and had to be out the door within an hour of waking up and leaving for North Carolina. Now I come back and we are being invaded? I really wish you had kept it on PAUSE. I really couldn't help that I was gone this time.

Is there anything we can do to reverse course a little bit so I can gain my footing. Since, after all...they are MY forces in that area and I would have to RP them. I very much think in the sense of fairness we should role back the clock just a little bit.
OOC: My apologies if my activities in thee past hours has caused various difficulties for your RP experiences, though it is also important to know that the past ten or so posts are about the Allanean occupation of Edolian Yasmarea in southern Haven and the consequent operation agaisnt Yasmarea, which as far as I know, doesn't involve you or any other of the Greater Prussia nations. I can pause if wished, even though my involvement currently does not affect the footholdings in northern Haven by GP.
Ancient and Holy Terra
26-06-2005, 03:16
Tellerus, 3:00 AM Local Time
Capital of the Republic of Ancient Terra
Pinnacle Terrace (Capital Building), Situation Room

Emperor Kamiya sat at the head of huge table, inside of a large room. Massive monitors covered every wall, while aides operated communications arrays and routinely updated the massive map of Haven currently displayed across one wall. It currently displayed the rapidly escalating war between Allanea and her allies and Hogsweat, Omz, and several other nations. Haven had not seen such conflict in a long time.

Seated at the table were Terra's Joint Chiefs of Staff, the greatest military minds in the country. This meeting had been called after Emperor Kamiya was notified of the first blows being traded between Hogsweat and Allanea.

"So what do we do? All hell has broken loose, yet the OHS does nothing. It is absolutely wrong to sit around while Imperialist powers annex our allies' land, not to mention the security concerns to Terra herself!" The speaker slammed his hands on the table and stood up. "The time for action is now!" The man stood an imposing 6'5" tall, and his General's uniform gleamed with medals.

Another man stood, this one an Admiral. "I happen to agree with General Sai, Emperor. We cannot allow a noted Imperialistic nation to establish a presence in Terra."

The Emperor nodded. "Thank you, Admiral Kariudo, General Sai. I happen to agree." Still, he hesitated, the people whose opinions the Emperor really respected had yet to speak: Lord Admiral Yamato Ishida and Vice Admiral Miyako Inoue, The Chairman of the Joint Chiefs, and 2nd-in-Command of the Navy, respectively. Miyako seemed to hesitate, but finally stood.

"I agree, sir. We need to do something about this, no matter what our previous relations with the Allaneans may be." At only 25, she was the youngest person (and woman) to ever achieve her rank, but she was a brilliant strategist, charismatic and brave. Admiral Ishida, not much older, commanded the respect of every person in the armed forces. He nodded, and with that, the Emperor made his decision.

"Very well then. I happen to agree with your assessments, and with or without the consent of the OHS, we will respond to this threat. I am saddened that we must take up arms against our friends, the Allaneans, but both Allanea and Greater Prussia represent a massive threat to the integrity of Haven. Begin mobilizing our forces immediately. Prime Minister Karn and I will contact Hogsweat and inform them of our committment to this war. Assume that our forces will be basing from Hogsweat or Omz. I will ensure that the Senate is committed to see this conflict through to the end."

Terran Joint Command
Codename: CITADEL
30 miles west of Tellerus
3 hours later

Lord Admiral Ishida was now in his office in CITADEL, speaking with Emperor Kamiya via a secure video satellite uplink.

"We've completed our mobilization plans. The contingencies were already drawn up; we merely had to adjust them to fit deployment from Hogsweat." said the Admiral.

The Emperor nodded. "We've informed Hogsweat and secured the use of their bases. We have set up a secure account with Hogsweat of no less than 20 billion dollars to cover any logistical support we need from them."

"Excellent. In short, sir, we will be deploying the bulk of our Air Force and Navy to Hogsweat, while several divisions from the Terran Army and the Terran Marines will be held in reserve in Hogsweat to either support a push by their forces or to secure the borders of Hestonia. We propose deploying the entirety of our Strategic Bomber Force to Whitby.

The Emperor nodded, interested. "That's thousands of aircraft, Admiral."

"Yes, sir, but given what we've seen of the Omzian and Hogsweatian buildups, they're preparing for a massive counterattack. Though they should be able to overwhelm the enemy, they will be relatively slow and inprecise; our bombers can hit any target in the area with a massive array of weaponry, and with an overwhelming chance of success. Our force will consist of 260 EB-52 'Megafortress', 340 QB-52B 'Megafortress II', 140 EB-1C 'Vampire', 400 QB-1C 'Vampire III', 40 EB-2B 'Spirits', 120 QB-2 'Shadow', 400 QA-45C "Hunter", and finally 320 AL-52 'Dragon'. In addition, we've called up 800 F/A-22's, 600 Su-47's, and 600 F/A-23's to provide air cover, along with whatever our allies can provide us with. Finally, we plan to deploy 40 SHB-56 'Whale King' Superheavy Bombers, along with their complements of UCAVs. Logistical support will be provided by nearly 400 Airborne tankers of various types, along with 60 AWACS and JSTARS aircraft. In total, we're deploying more than 4000 combat-capable aircraft, both manned and unmanned, deploying a massive array of ordinance. The AL-52's will provide cover with the airborne lasers."

The Emperor whistled, impressed. "The Senate isn't going to be happy footing the bill, Admiral."

Ishida smiled. "We're just getting started, sir. Vice Admiral Inoue and I will personally lead a 400-ship taskforce designated Battlegroup Implacable from the Vao-class Carriers ATN Manta and ATN Kamiya. BLUE Fleet is being mobilized as well, and will attempt to sink enemy naval forces and blockade enemy harbors. Six full armored divisions will deploy to Manchester to act as reserves. Finally, we're asking for permission to deploy 20 IRBM and SRBM brigades in Hogsweat to act as a nuclear deterrent. The Air Force and Navy are both deploying with tactical nuclear weapons, as well."

Emperor Kamiya shook his head. "Your deployment is confirmed, Admiral. Be advised, however, that I will not consent to a pre-emptive nuclear strike. Terra will not be the one to start a nuclear exchange, especially with Allanea, a nation I still consider a potential friend."

Admiral Ishida nodded. "Understood, sir."

The Emperor moved to close the connection, but paused. "Good luck, Admiral."

"Thank you, sir. We will be victorious."
Reichskamphen
26-06-2005, 06:22
OOC: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH

Whoops. Nevermind. I'm good then.
Also, Austar Union, you must have missed the Emperor's decree about the liberalization of the Imperial Lawcodes etc. You may want to check that one out.

IC:

*Somewhere in rural Edolia*

A black, armoured staff car displaying two small Greater Prussian flags at the front rolled down a dirt road, escorted by two Stuart Panzer tanks and several smaller ATV's. An enormous cloud of dust flew skyward as birds in the trees abandoned their perches in fear of the column approaching. Suddenly, the column of vehicles came to a screeching halt.

An Imperial Guardsman in field dress approached the column and saluted. He straightened up a bit more when he noticed the crossed batons pained on the side of the door in gold leaf. This was a Marechal.

Alexandre Brune, Marechal de l'Empire and Commander of the Imperial Army of Axackal opened the door of the vehicle himself and walked out, giving a limp salute with his Marechal's baton. He was wearing knee high jackboots with a dust covered feld grau uniform. Marked with mud, it was obvious that it hadn't been washed in a good while. This was a leader who lived like his men and fought like his men.

Six soldiers fanned out, ensuring the security of the area yet again, and then escorted the Marechal into what seemed to be a wooded area. One of the soldiers then bent down and opened up a hatch. The hatch was affixed with all the things that made it appear as if it were part of the earth. The Marechal descended below.

"Alex, grande to see you." a familiar voice called out. When he turned around, he saw the Emperor Napoleon, but not as he'd ever seen him before. He was in a field uniform, his hair matted and hidden under an officer's visor cap. The only symbol of his status were crowns embroidered upon the lapels.

"Emperor, the pleasure is all mine." Alex gave him a familiar hug and the two walked out of the entrance way. This was a complex operation like he had never seen. He had heard of such things being in existance during the vietnam war, but never had he seen or been in one. A large situation room had been constructed and they immediately approched a table map that showed North Haven. There were pins in place to indicate the positions of enemy and friendly units on each side of the Hogsweat border.

"We are very lucky that Edolia fell as quickly as it did." the Emperor began. "My original plan called for an advance parallel to the Hogsweat border to prevent the invasion that now seems to be emminent. We were able to seize the border defenses of Edolia completely intact. Most of them looked like the men had just stepped outside for a break. Everything remained exactly as they had left it."

"Yes, that is essentially the situation I found when I reviewed the positions on Tuesday." Marechal Brune replied matter of factly.

"What is the ETA on the bulk of your Army, Marechal?" Napoleon enquired.

Brune looked at the Emperor and, flashing a somewhat cocky smile, replied, "Yesterday."

"Marvelous! Two days ahead of schedule. This could be the very jump we need. I also want a realistic count of your numbers."

"We took around 10,000 casualties assaulting Axackal along with the Allaneans. However, we were reinforced by a division coming off of garison duty. This puts us at 40,000 over our original total. We have about 490,000 men under arms in the Imperial Army of Axackal with an abundance of the corresponding vehicles, supplies, etcetera." The Marechal pointed his finger to the Hogsweatian Border. "Would it be possible for me to absorb the units already on the border into my command structure?"

"Well," the Emperor contemplated the idea. "I think that is workable."

"Highness, I was wondering if you could give me an idea of the disposition of our forces on the larger scale?" the Marechal enquired.

"Of course. With the reinforcements pouring in, including your Army of Axackal, that brings the numbers of men under arms in Edolia to roughly 2,100,000. It's a large country, but we have experiance with occupations. There doesn't seem to be any real resistance from the populace. The Army of Edolia (about 1,000,000) is scattered about and serving on Garison duty. Cherry Ridge, RWC, and the others have their territories under control. 500,000 are manning the Hogsweatian defenses. Your Army of Axackal is joining the defenders at the border bringing the number up to 990,000 in that location. That leaves 110,000 soldiers on offensive duty incase we should need to shift forces to counter an assault from an unexpected place."

"What about Right Wing Conspirators?" Brune pointed to their section of Edolia in the north.

"They will be sending a fair amount of troops in. Whatever Hogsweat throws against us, we will be able to throw them back. The advantage we have here is that our PR machine has been working on the doublequick. We have money flowing everywhere accross this land, feeding poor rebuilding damaged structures, helping people establish businesses. They know the Empire will treat them well for the most part because they've seen it. Hogsweat is very much known for its Imperialistic tendencies, at best the Edolians would prefer the devil they know to the devil they don't. They have no clue how they would be treated under Hogsweatian rule. At the very least, they will be indifferant which will mean we will atleast not have to deal with a hostile people under us." Napoleon pulled a decorative pipe out of his jacket pocket and began to plug it with tobacco. "We have a base of resources and military power in this region strong enough to throw back whatever Hogsweat sends at us. The Allaneans have been working on the border defenses since we occupied the place. The crews have been digging for their lives, so the progress has been almost inhuman. Those AVF fellows...if they know anything its static defenses."

As Napoleon began to light his pipe, two more men descended into the tunnel from the hatch above. One was a Marechal and the other a Majour General.

"Marechal Alexandre Brune, this is Majour General Charles de Fontaine. He is the military Governor of Edolia." Napoleon introduced the two. "And I believe you know your colleague Marechal Kesling, commander of the Army of Edolia.

The two men saluted Napoleon and Brune. Both saluted back, Brune much more heartily than the Emperor.

"So what is the news with the airpower?" Marechal Kesling inquired almost immediately. It was obviously a question that had been hanging in the air for some time for it to be addressed so quickly.

"Our troubles are a thing of the past." Napoleon said with a smile. We seized the entire Edolian Airforce on the ground. There are enough pilots from the old Allanean Airforce to take care of them. Plus, Right Wing Conspirators has sent a huge bulk of airpower to the area. We have multiple times the airpower here that Edolia had in its prime...drawn from several nations accross the Empire. Whatever is thrown at us, we will maintain our position of air supremacy. There are already fighter patrols crisscrossing the nation on a regular basis..." the Emperor's voice darkened. "And there are always planes patrolling near the border."

"What about the Army of Hestonia?" General de Fontaine enquired.

"The Allaneans have been digging in on that side of the border as well. Ever since we thought that Hogsweat was preparing to attack there, they have been digging frantically. The positions there are quite solid. I venture to say that they are insurmountable to a great extent. The AVF there has grown VERY strong. In addition to the Imperial forces holding the border, the AVF forces there stand a very good chance to penetrate Hogsweat and make him fight on two fronts. We have the men and the resources to squeeze that wretched country until it pops. They are one nation...we are several."

All in the room nodded in confirmation. The military situation was good. For now, it was a waiting game. The Armies stood behind their seemingly impregnable defenses and awaited the onslaught that was to come from the south.

"I also bring good news with me." Marechal Kesling broke the silence. "I have recieved reports that the lead units of the Imperial Army of Allanea have arrived in Edolia. They are being flown and shipped over. By the end of the week, if we work at a 24/7 pace, the entire Army of Allanea will be here too. That will make it much easier to conduct offensive operations."

"We are not conducting offensive operations unless we have to." Napoleon reprimanded Kesling for getting ahead of himself. "One never wants to wage an offensive war from an unsure foundation. We would be moving far too quickly. Let's concentrate on the quite attainable task of keeping what we have. I am still holding out hope that Hogsweat will see the futility of such a strike and stand down. He stands only to lose countless men and supplies."

"I think we need to bring more men over to prepare for an offensive option incase we need to pursue it." General de Fontaine threw his hat in with Kesling.

"With the Army of Allanea here, we will be prepared for that." Napoleon replied, seeing now that he had to divulge his reasoning. "I am not bringing any more Guard units out of Greater Prussia unless I have to. Allanea will be back on its feet and more than capable of defending itself shortly. We still have 200 something thousand troops there even without the Army of Allanea present. We are going to be bringing those over to Hestonia to stand on the border there, or down to fight with the Allaneans in Yasmarea."

"What about Yasmarea?" Marechal Brune, who had been quite for a while, asked.

"It is essential that it be held at all costs." the Emperor replied with a firm voice. "I intend on ordering some men from RWC down there, or perhaps replacing some Imperial Guard Garsion units in Edolia with their men and forming the Army of Yasmarea to come to their assistance."

"This is too much too quickly." Brune said with a sigh. "We can't spread our forces out like that. We have to consolidate our gains. We don't need to build another floor atop a house with a weak foundation. There will only be more destruction when our house collapses. I think the Allaneans are going to have to hold their own in Yasmarea. I personally don't think we need to give any creedance to conquering Hogsweat. That is just too big of a pill to swallow so quickly after this campaign. Granted, it wasn't that difficult of a campaign, but we need to make sure Edolia is firmly in our grasp before we think about any further expansions."

The Emperor stared at the map in absolute silence. The very ticking of the wall clock could be heard clearly. Napoleon slammed his fist on the table, shaking it from its former position.

"You're right, Alex." Napoleon seemed quite upset. "You're very right. But unfortunately, the position we are in may require us to assume an offensive posture. Let us hope we don't have to."

"Either way, Highness, my men are prepared for the fight." Marechal Kesling said eagerly.

"Mine as well." Brune seconded, though not as eagerly as his colleague.
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*ENCODED MESSAGE*

To: President of Hogsweat
From: Emperor Napoleon IV of Greater Prussia

It seems to me senseless that agression between our two states is needed. If we put aside all public posturing, our goals are quite similar in several aspects. They way we choose to go about achieving our goals, however, are quite differant.

Militarily, it would be a senseless waste of fine infantry and materiel on both sides to pursue such a conflict and therefore I come before you with a radically differant option.

I believe that the nation of Hogsweat and the Greater Prussian Empire should cooperate with one another in foreign policy. We stand to gain a great deal from one another. The specifics of such benefits could be discussed at a private meeting should you so desire. However, I believe that for the best interests of the stability of Haven and for the continued expansion both economically and politically of both the Empire and Hogsweat...we should cooperate instead of oppose one another.

I await your response.

His Imperial Highness,
Napoleon IV
Emperor of Greater Prussia
Austar Union
26-06-2005, 10:02
Outside the Praetonian Embassy, Anatoba City
The Absolutionist State of Austar Union

Walking down the street, Han could hear his heels click on the solid ground beneath him. It had been some time indeed since anyone from the Union had properly visited the Embassy from Praetonia, not much had happened between the two nations all that much for a while now indeed. Of course, there were the regular administrative visits which concerned only official matters regarding the actual site the Embassy had occupied, but other than that the two nations had diplomatically remained rather silent. Until now. With a document kept safe inside his jacket, it had been sealed completely shut, and marked with the great stamp of 'Confidential'. Delivered via physical means, it had been decided that this was the best method for this matter, for a variety of reasons. Many of these the Empire of Greater Prussia would probably expect, but would have no hard, cold evidence of.

Nodding at the Guards and being confirmed of his identity, he was allowed to pass through to the main reception of the Embassy. The woman there looked up at him, and smiled. Opening her mouth to speak, Han was instantly reminded of the Praetonian accent which he had known so long ago.

"Good Morning Sir, how may I help you?" the woman asked curiously.

"I have a letter to deliver to the Ambassador. I think it rather urgent for him to pass onto his leaders as soon as possible. Only for top eyes afterall." he replied, making his reason as quick as possible.

The woman took the letter, and gave the closed document a once over, "Sure, anything else I can do for you?"

"No, thankyou." replied Han, turning to leave the building.

Contents of the Letter Inside

CONFIDENTIAL - HIGH SECURITY DOCUMENT INSIDE

... and with consideration that we have effectively blocked Greater Prussian means of transportation from the United States of Allanea, to the Occupied Territories of Edolia Prime, I cannot truthfully claim that the Greater Prussian abilities to supply their forces within Edolia have been curbed with utmost efficiency. Whilst it has made some numerable damage to their Allanean - Edolian Correspondance, I am still aware that it is entirely possible that they can continue a formidable connection direct from Greater Prussia itself, North West of Haven. Fortunately however, I do believe it entirely possible to create even much more of a disaster for their supply issues into Edolia. Please observe.

Considering that Greater Prussian forces must actually pass around the territories of Praetonia to be able to reach Edolia Prime itself, there is a possibility - if it is within your will - to be able to establish a military exclusion zone exactly like our own. The purpose of this zone, is to actually form a non-aggressive blockaid between Greater Prussian sources, and their armies within Edolia - effectivley cutting supply and command links between the two. As you can imagine, if you study the latest map of Haven in the meantime, your exclusion zone would have to be relatively large - although this may be minimized by forming it closer to the Edolian Mainland more than around Praetonia itself. Since you have the ability to do this, I though I would approach you on the matter - but if you are unwilling, I completely understand. If you are willing however, it would be of great importance to the restoration of the Edolian state to its former, independant status. In the meantime, should you choose to establish this military exclusion zone, I highly recommend that you perhaps consider another reason for its establishment, rather than the one I have given. One idea I have would be to release a study on the local fisheries, claiming that they are endangered by the local traffic. That would be enough of a reason I am sure, and enough of a reason to seperate it, in their minds, from the actual effort within Edolia.
Skinny87
26-06-2005, 11:34
City of Cardiff Harbour, The New Soviet Socialist Union of Hogsweatian Republics

The sea was unusually calm this morning, as if the winds very absence and inertia it could attempt to stop the Republican Fleets from landing in Hogsweat and begin the process of throwing out the Imperialist invaders in Edolia, to stop the actions that would lead to so much bloodshed. This, however, was the 21st Century, and no mere force of nature would stop the powerful nuclear and fission reactors of the vessels of the Third and Fourth Carrier Fleets from reaching their intended destination, Cardiff.

From the bridge of the Carrier Supreme, Admiral Frey, Commander of Republican Fleets, Haven (CRFH), could see the tall buildings and bustling dockside of the city, buildings gleaming in the early sunlight, thousands of ant-like figures moving around throughout the Harbour itself. Frey smiled as a light wind whipped through his hair, tustling the light brown hair and blowing it into a frenzy. He put down the pair of high-powered binoculars he had been using, smoothed his tempstrous hair and walked inside the Command Centre, gazing briefly at the pale board that dominated the entire room, displaying the fleet and its surroundings. There, in a pale red, were the fourty ships of the Third and Fourth Carrier CVGs displayed on the board, plowing through the waves towards the harbour where their advanced guard were already docked.

Frey then moved towards a smaller screen to the side of the main display; the screen was in an alcove, darkened with only a single small light from the screen itself. Frey sat down in the seat provided and tapped in an encrypted code into the keyboard that was next to the screen. Code scrawled acrsso th screen for a efw seconds as the transmitter on the Carrier connected with a MILSTAR satellite and then connected the transmision with the Grey House. Then, on the screen appeared the unsmiling, grace face of the President himself. Frey knew that the President and the Joint Chiefs of Staff were in the War Room, awaiting his report, so he wasted little time on the formalities, and went stright to his report.

"Mr President, the Third and Fourth CVGs are now in Cardiff Harbour, and are awaiting your orders for our next action."

The President nidded gravely, and then turned to General Highgard next to him. Frey knew Highgard from personal experience, having served with him in Nerotika. Highgard was a slightly pompous man, but esentially a good fighter. He had been put in charge of the ground forces in Hogsweat from the Republic. Highgard raised his chin, then spoke.

"Mr President, Admiral Frey, the Ninth Armoured Division has just finished unloading in Cardiff Military Airport, and as such Operation Gauntlet is complete. We now have all eight Divisions of the Rapid Reaction Force in Cardiff. The Third and Sixth Infantry, the Fourth and First Mechanised Division, and the Ninth and Eighth Armoured are all now on a 2 hour standby order.
The First and Second Air Superiority Wings are enroute, due to land in two hours, and, as you both know, the remaining Gauntlet II Divisions, all thirty of them, will be landing in the next 72 hours in Cardiff. Essentially sir, the Republican Military is ready to move out within 2 hours."

Frey saw the President nod, say something quietly to Highgard, and then end the transmission. Frey smiled grimly. Gauntlet I was at an end, Gauntlet II was near the end of its operational time limit; The Republican military was ready for war...and this was only its part of the operation in Mainland Edolia...Frey smiled again as he thought of the three Carrier Fleets and more than thirty divisions that were nearing the coast of Yasmarea, ready to strike alongside their allies and take back the small province from the imperialist invaders. Hundreds of thousands of Republican troops had been mobilised, and there would be no going back...
Hogsweat
26-06-2005, 11:37
OOC: reich, I dunno if you would have seized the defenses, as we have already passed them.
http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b245/ComradeMatt/TheHavenMap.png

"Comrade, your deployment is scheduled for the..25th. You leave tonight." The colonel nodded, turning back to inform his regiment via telephone. deployments where not given to individual soldiers, for security reasons, but they were told to meet at a certain date at a certain rail station, or at a truck depot. Deployments had been massing day and night. Already nearly half of the Reservists had been called up and where training in their respective units in their frontline positions. Spread across the Imperial-Hogsweatian border, lay sixty thousand proffessional soldiers, ready in trucks tanks and APCs for a swift crossing, and some half dozen million reservists had already awakened and where travelling to the front via trucks and trains and aircraft. The government had gone on a spending overtime, paying logistical workers three times as much to keep going when they did, and they bought transportation from local companies (all state companies where not used; most where held back) for insane amounts of cash-in-hand. The defence of the Motherland is of utmost importance. Drowsy pilots awakened and took quick G tests among other combat importances, when arriving at their airbases. Munitions where loaded onto aircraft and fuel was readied. Thousands upon thousands of MREs stocked in crates, ammunition in boxes, all sorts of equipment was being flown into the front, as most trucks where being used to transport men.

To: Emperor Napoleon IV of Greater Prussia
From: Comrade Josef Dorsal

It is with great displeasure I decline your offer. The region of Haven sees no reason for GPE to be on it's land with such a large amount of landmass and it is in fact the GPE that are destabilising Haven with a huge foreign force on it's borders.
Allanea
26-06-2005, 12:35
OOC: Ahem.
Cherry Ridge
26-06-2005, 14:44
Message to Hogswheat-
If you continue your attacks, the deal with the Scarlet Islands is off. You still have not sent forces to aquire them, and we will not turn them over if you don't stop attacking members of the Empire.

Conle Tavington recieved a phone call. After he hung up, he apoligised to the Allanean colonel, and departed. Marshal-General Tavington, the highest ranking military officer (general of the Field, Sea, and Air Marshals) arraived in Allanea. Ships were steaming in, holding 250,000 Ridgian troops, to replace Imperial Troops. As they landed ont he beach, they also marched to thewir garrisons.



ooc- sorry for bad post
Kriegorgrad
26-06-2005, 16:09
The cogs of war were turning and the flames of industry were propelling Kriegorgrad into a conflict that promised to leave no less than three generations of men gutted, would leave widows in the millions and children without fathers. It was a war that would usher Kriegorgrad into a new age of destitution and poverty, a new age of starvation and suffering; a new age that the oligarchs would be most pleased with: wealth and well-being were things not given by the Collective Oligarchy to its people. The atmosphere on the coast was at fever pitch, people running to and fro, carrying orders from District Commanders and soldiers trotting along the streets in fists of eight enforcing martial law and seeing that things were progressing smoothly with the preparations of the fleets.

The final checks were being run over the fleet, the Flagship, the Indomitable, one of the Floating Fortresses (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=411025&page=1&pp=15), the huge ships of war were intended for one thing and one thing only: complete and utter annihilation of the enemy. While the ship could be adapted for assault against other ships, its primary purpose was shore-bombardment, its generous armaments would ensure that most coastal defences would be bombarded beyond repair in a rather worryingly small passage of time. Hours passed as the final twenty-two inch rounds were painstakingly lugged into position by the dock workers at Belfast, one of the key coastal cities of the war-prepped nation of Kriegorgrad.

Comrade General Melchett (http://www.british-sitcom.co.uk/blackadder/graphics/char_melchett2.gif) gave a broad smile to his companion, Fleet Admiral Heatherton (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v227/Kriegorgrad/images.jpg) who returned only a displeased look. The old radio nearby only soured the expression on Heatherton’s countenance with its cheap, military music (http://www.whatalovelywar.co.uk/ba4intro-high.mp3). With a face as glum as any, the Admiral stated in a tone that spoke of patience stretched beyond breaking point.

”Can you please turn that blasted music off Melchett!”

”Why old boy, it’s a spiffing track and what better way to start the road to glorious war!” Boomed Melchett, his merry voice perfectly suiting the grin and the moustache that waggled whenever he spoke.

“This is going to be a bloody conflict you know, Melchett.”

The happy face hadn’t left the Comrade General yet.

”Of course it is! War always is bloody, but that doesn’t stop us generals having a smashing time with it!”

”War isn’t supposed to be a fun little chortle, you know Melchett!” Snapped the more realistic Heatherton.

”It’s not? Well then, I’ll be damned but I can’t help but enjoy myself!”

Casting his eyes skyward, Heatherton sighed and gave up a silent prayer to Nikolai Fedorenkov, hoping that the de facto deity of Kriegorgrad would free Melchett from the shackles of naïve ignorance that seemed to plague his person. Melchett wasn’t exactly one of the most modern thinkers in land based warfare, his idea of a good battle was to send as many soldiers as needed into the grinder, hence the massacre during the border wars against the Hogsweatian, while Kriegos military objectives were complete, the losses were despicable to one from an army more forward thinking that the Proletarian Guard.

“Well, you just keep your ships pounding the coast, the Proletarian Guardsmen will do the rest, but…if we lose some soldiers after the first wave, you can always come back to Kriegorgrad to pick up some more men? Can’t you?” Inquired Melchett, his mood yet to be dulled.

The whisper Heatherton was answer enough.

”Help me Nikolai…”

*****

The Indomitable slipped out of the harbour, its glistening form, soon to be covered in the oily grime that came about whenever there wasn’t a harbour full of workers nearby to keep the massive ship clean. After the Indomitable, came a slow but steady procession of ships, many crammed full of Proletarian Guardsmen, about three-hundred-thousand in total were spread about the fleet, a mammoth number to be shifted by ship, and other ships were bristling with rockets, missiles and cannons. Each and every ship had but one task, depending on whether it was a transport or a fighter:-

1.) Bombard the shoreline.

2.) Get close enough to the shoreline to deploy the Higgins landing craft.

The soldiers inside, however, had a slightly different objective, not defined by the narrow tasks of the naval armada, the ground based and the air based sections of the massive force had one objective and one only:-

1.) To pacify Yasmarea by any means necessary.

All this and war hadn’t even been declared yet.
Omz222
26-06-2005, 16:54
Omzian 512nd Missile Brigade, Omzian Army
North of Logan Lake, 2259

Staff Sergeant Logan concentrated on the wide array of consoles and LCD screens as the dim red light continued to shine across the heads of the crew of his ballistic missile TEL launcher. Affectionally named the Big Nail, he sat rather comfortably against the seat, trying to enjoy the meager acommdations. Nevertheless, with a badge on his helmet, he still understood what he was actually doing as he typed a series of information rapidly into the console. Each of the fifty-four vehicles in his very own brigade each carried a Warhammer medium-range ballistic missile (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=7761948&postcount=858), each carrying three separate thousand-pound class HE warheads, he thought rather uncomfortably as he asked the rest of the crew. "Give me a time on the clock, lieutenant," he queried rather in a busy tone.

"The launch code has already been given, Staff Sergeant. You can launch anytime between this ten minutes timeframe, and them we'll have to pack up and move north," the lieutenant said without any apparant emotion. "You call this liberation of Yasmarea?", he chuckled.

"Well, it's what the civvies call them," the Staff Sergeant replied rather blankly, as he lifted a small plastic cover, exposing a red button. Launching in Three... Two... One, he counted down as he closed his eyes. May God forgive me for this if I kill any Yasmareans, he thought, reminding himself of the targets in Yasmarea - power stations, Allanean ground forces concentrations, and major oil and ammunition storage depots, to cut off Allanean forces from power and supply.

As his fingers finally applied pressure onto the red plastic button, he immediately heard a huge click before it was muffled by the sounds of the mighty rocket motor on the ballistic missile. With a quickening flash, he could already see the other missiles from each of the fifty-four launchers of his brigade, taking off with a rather beautiful streak, into the darkness suspending above.

(OOC: Summary)
Soon, after a fifteen minutes timeframe for the missile brigades on the ground, a total ofabove 150 of these Warhammer ballistic missiles were launched, each speeding for the sky above before their rocket motor cuts off, blossoming with more than 450 warheads, each onto the assigned targets below. Elsewhere not far away, the two missile brigades of yet another Group Army would launch a total of just more than 200 of their LRALCM (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=7466518&postcount=745) ground launched cruise missiles. Half loaded with HE warheas and half loaded with submunitions, each of these swarming from the launchers like a pack of bees, subsonically cruising towards their targets in Yasmarea - communication centers, television and radio stations, major highway junctions, radar stations, and most importantly - airfields. Nearby, Air Force personnel launched more than 500 unmanned target drones and air launched decoys, each bundled with chaff, to orbit above Allanean air defence systems to provide a cover for the Omzain missiles.

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ONCS Carthbridge, Omzian 12th Assault Carrier Battle Group
[b]650km North of Yasmarea, 2305

"Are we read for launch?", the weapons officer of the cruiser, Lieutenant Commander Jonathan Gorges queried rather authoritively as his two eyes looked through his glasses like two small darts of laser beams, being able to catch anything that distracted or disconcerted him. Indeed, the combination of his young age - at age 38 - and the rank insignia had shown him to be a competent officer - yet, he is very strict and inspective leader indeed. "Lieutenant Goran," he asked as he closed in onto a set of consoles. "Are the missile cells assigned for launch prepared?"

"That's a yes," the lieutenant repleid rather nervously, sweat dripping and soaking the linings of his helmet that had replaced the hat that he normally wore. "We have thirty-six cells assigned to launch the Arquebus (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=8791642&postcount=1055) missiles. Has the message been received from fleet command-", he inquired politely before he was finally cut off by a communications officer, going by the name of Ensign Jorges. "Lieutenant, I have received a secure direct-line-of-sight message," he indicated. "The fleet command has assigned us the regular plan. We must launch all missiles within a thirty-minute timeframe. I believe that the Captain has authorized this."

"Then launch already," the Lieutenant Commander said in a rather impatient fashion. And so the officers and sailors below him quickly assembled to their virtual posts, as in great coordination they inputed a series of final streams of data. Suddenly, smoke seeped from the tight coverings for the vertical launch cells just ahead of the bridge aft, completely engulfing the small naval gun sitting on the far end. Soon, a great plume of flame blossomed from the cells as one of the Arquebus missiles were launched, each of these huge works of beauty following another in their more-than Mach 5 journey towards their own assigned targets - radar stations, major air defence systems and sites, and post importantly - coastal defences, gun batteries, and major bunkers set up by the Allanean forces.

(OOC: Summary - I think that Allanea already has the numbers for the naval air assault and the air force air assault)
As each missile sped towards their respective targets rom the Ankara cruisers, by eleven thirty a major portion of the missiles ahd already been launched from the Omzian ships - cruisers, destroyers, the few arsenal ship and guided missile submarines, and most importantly - four of the large battleships within this gigantic fleet. In total, a total of around 1500 Arquebus missiles would be launched, as just short of 4000 of the Naginata cruise missiles were also launched, some carrying HE warheads and submunitions, and some even carrying air dropped mines, each speeding away like Tomahawk missiles towards Yasmarea. The target list for these missiles was exhaustive for the mission planners - Allanean military installations, concentrations of Allanean troops, air fields, radar stations, supply depots, fuel and ammunition depots, telecommunication centers, power stations, and Allanean administrative, governmental, and command and control installations with Yaz itself, among a great assortent of targets. It was an awesome sight for many as these missile began their skim over the waves and land, towards their targets in Yasmarea.

Now, as these missiles began to sped away from Omzian ships, more than half of the aircraft carriers in the fleet - 21 out of a number of thirty-seven - began to launch their own aircraft. On the decks of these carriers, things were to a limited extent - chaotic, as ground crew raced to prepare, arm, and fuel the aircraft in the hangers and on the deck itself. Little helmets of different assortments of colours bobbed above the oil-stained decks of the carriers, as aircraft began to launch off these massive carriers. In the end, the first wave of the strike package has finally been launched. With 136 F-36 Kunai fighters and 84 Seafire fighters as escorts, the rest of the strike package - 84 Seafire fighters, 126 Hammerhead attackers and 84 B-36 Kunai bombers, would ake their way in destroying any remaining airfields and air defence systems stationed in Yasmarea. With an assortment of AWACS, ELINT, and radar jamming aircraft, 84 EB-36 Kunais also began their way - bristling with radar jammer pods and anti-radiation missiles, they would make quick work of any Allanean radar that dared to turn themselves on. However, this is not the only wave - another wave would follow, ready to attack any and all remaining Allanean ground forces, and important sites of storage and supply.

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Skies Above the Fleet
300km-700km From Yasmarea, 2320

As the missiles and as the first wave of the naval strike package began to make their way from the surface towards the targets in Yasmarea, the Omzian Air Force made sure that they won't be left behind. In a largely well orchestrated effort, the first wave of aircraft finally took off (OOC: Allanea can see the exact composition on OHS boards), consisting of just above one hundred of the Raptors and Ostwinds as escorts for this monsterous strike package, along with 108 of the Ostwinds and FB-22 fighter-bombers as strike aircraft. However, spearheading this effort are the two wing full (144) of the A-45 UCAVs, each bristling with eight 250lb SDBs; two wings (96) of the Thunderhawk bombers, and most importantly, just more than twenty of the EB-36 air defence suppression aircraft. Numbering 480 aircraft in total, the first wave was surely a gigantic fleet of aircraft. AWACS and even JSTARs orbited above relaying a great list of instructions to individual aircraft of this great armada, as ELINT and SIGINT aircraft provided any last minute intelligence.

As these mechanical birds of human engineering and beauty began to make their way towards the masses of lands that can be easily seen in the clear night sky, the Air Force bombers finally ebgan to fire their first shots in anger, ever since the end of the Homeland Defence War. As the crews inside these bombers readied themselves, each bombbay of these bombers opened like a nest of bees, as missiles upon missiles began to be launched, all pre-configured by land-based mission planners. Though even the bomber crews themselves aren't exactly sure of the exact number of cruise missiles - which are surely an extravagant expenditure indeed - a total of 144 Arquebus missiles would be launched against Allanean bunkers, coastal defences, and Allanean military and governmental targets in Yaz. As well, just more than 1100 LRALCM cruise missiles, bristling with submunitions and air-dropped mines, would be launched against Allanean airfields, air defence sites, and troop concentrations, showering the runways, tarmacs, parked aircraft, and vehicles with a hail of submunitions, while frustrating repair workers on runways with air dropped mines.

The A-45 UCAVs and the EB-36 air defence suppression aircraft were the next to follow, as they sped away at a high altitude, exposing themselves to lure the Allanean air defence radars into turning themselves on. Each of the 144 stealthy UCAVs finally began their own task as these unmanned aircraft ebgan to open up their tiny bomb bays, each unleashing eight of the 250lb SDBs, as more than 1000 of these SDB bombs began to glide towards any remaining Allanean air defence sites, concentrations of anti-aircraft guns, parked aircraft on airfields, and non-hardened coastal defence sites. The EB-36 provided escort, firing their own salvoes of missiles at any Allanean air defence radars that still exposed themselves.

As the large Thunderhawks and the UCAVs began to turn away in the hopes of a safe journey back home, the rest of the first wave strike package - the 72 Raptors, the 72 Ostwinds, and the 72 FB-22s began to make their way inland. The FB-22s proceebed by raining down bunker buster penetrators, guided PDAS bombs against Allanean bunkers and aircraft shelters on airfields, while 36 of the Ostwinds proceeded, attacking any remaining aircraft shelters, control towers, and runways of airfields, coastal defence systems, and air defence systems with a hail of penetrator bombs, cluster bombs, and even anti-tank missiles. The rest of the Ostwinds and the Raptors provided air cover, ready to fire at any Allanean aircraft that somehow took off in this great hailstorm of missiles, bombs, and pure explosives.

However for the Allaneans, hell would not be over - the second and third waves already began their takeoff from Omzian airbases across southern Omz, this time ready to completely annihilate Allanean air defence networks and aircraft, while preparing to begin their work against Allanean ground forces, governmental targets, and coastal defence systems.

OOC: Short summary - about 7000 long-range missiles has been launched against Allanean targets in Yasmarea, especially leadership, command and control, communication centers and supply depots; in addition to air defence systems, coastal defences systems, and airfields (including runways, shelters, control towers, and tarmacs). This is followed by a raid by just around 1000 aircraft (including escorts), against any remains of Allanean air defences, airfields, and coastal defences.
I will have a series of following cruise missile and aircraft raids to attack the actual ground forces of Allanea.
Allanea
26-06-2005, 18:20
"Hahaha! This is so much fun, dude!’ - squealed Sergeant Martha Lencke - an Edolian who, under any other situation, would be classified as a female geek with thick glasses and no life. But she was - like many people who get that label - a flaming libertarian, and a sympathiser with the Allaneans. Of course, like many people who get that label, she knew quite a lot about computers. Thus it was obvious that when the Allaneans came in she - and others like her - got to operate the sanctum sanctorum of the Edolian Airforce - the Aerial Remote Control, one of the many underground command centres from which the flight of Edolian famous Hellyon-class UCAV’s.was controled. And she was not the only ‘geek’ in there.

Given the huge stereo system in the centre of the room blaring out music, for those boys and girls, war was wholesome good fun. Right now, as Martha issued another squeak of success, the Hellyon she controlled dropped two fibre-glass-hulled seamines somewhere in the Omzian Gulf, so as to prevent the travel of vessels. The mines - each slightly over one ton in weight - sunk to a depth of about 200 meters, and stayed there, held in place by their mooring weight. Just at the same time, her comrade - a scrawny, pimpled young man of maybe sixteen - unleashed four smaller mines that remained only at 25 meters of depth.

And in the room, the music kept ringing:

If you're alone and you need a friend
Someone to make you forget your problems
Just come along baby
Take my hand
I'll be your lover tonight

The planes came back home - after dropping their deadly load, on near-complete autopilot - and immediately the operators were given control of a different, completely refueled and restocked Hellyon. It flew out to it’s target, deployed mines, and immediately returned - beginning to seal (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v42/allanea/Maps/photobucket.png) the Omzian Gulf - with an explosive seal. Five hundred planes, constantly in motion, made this to be a fast-done job.

This is what I wanna do
Let's have some fun
What I want is me and you

The cargo planes that brought the Allanean Special Forces here helped to do part of it, and so did every other plane that could be found and used. Thousands of mines were deployed by the hour - and the party went on and on.

Boom boom boom boom
I want you in my room
Let's spend the night together
From now until forever



"I’m loving this job!" - screamed Martha - and in complete astonishment to herself - kissed the boy next to her. "This is way too much fun!"

Hour after hour, the rain of mines continued - every stockpile of the things was accessed to drop as many mines into the area as humanly possible, as fast and possible. When the controllers got tired - and they did - they were simply given methamphetamines - and the party got even more interesting.

Boom boom boom boom
I wanna do the boom
Let's spend the night together
Together in my room

The missiles struck - and widespread destruction followed. Even despite the work of the Edolian [former Edolian, really] Air Defense System, heavy losses were taken. Several Titan guns were disabled - effectively cutting down the Allanean coastal artillery capability by a third. The Yaz-city Town Hall was struck - burying over 30,000 government officials - and whoever else needed Townhall services - alive under the burning ruins. Several airfields were struck, exploding mine stockpiles and forcing aircraft to relocate. 50 Hellyons were destroyed on their runways. But the mining procedure continued, regardless - the young people in the deep underground bunkers blissfully ignoring the bombardment.
Omz222
26-06-2005, 18:26
OOC :let me remind you that you are totally ignoring the fact that a) the fleets are spread across the lines you drew, and b) fleet air defence would have dealt with the UCAVs far befroe they even entered the range of the surface-to-air missiles. If you don't mind, please give me a chance to respond before you somehow sneak in five hundred UCAVs above a whole formation of Omzian ships and also somehow spent hours reloading them and sending them back above my fleet. I'm not saying that the mining itself would be impossible, but the act of somehow sneaking five hundred UCAVs above the middle of my fleet without my forces noticing and taking action, is impossible.

EDIT - TO clarify my position:
Fleet positioning (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v693/Omz222/location.jpg)
Mining the Yasmarea coast wouldn't be a much of a problem (even though I do still have a presence there in the form of air), but I don't see how you an seal off the gulf above my very own fleet.
Allanea
26-06-2005, 18:39
OOC: Err. Where in the seven hells IS your fleet, exactly? 650 km north of my shore, yes? Note 400 km disttance between mines and fleet.
Omz222
26-06-2005, 18:46
OOC: Err. Where in the seven hells IS your fleet, exactly? 650 km north of my shore, yes? Note 400 km disttance between mines and fleet.
OOC: Sorry for the confusion, I've linked an image depicting the location of my fleet. As well, keep in mind that I did mention "650km north of Yasmarea" instead of "650km north of the coast of Yasmarea", so there is still a distinct difference there. Further, as well, it is the cruiser itself that is approximately 650km north -as the fleet is very big, there is also a very big area of ocean to be covered. You could mine the coast of Yasmarea to delay the amphibious operation, but mining the area you depicted using the vertical line is physically impossible.
Allanea
26-06-2005, 18:50
Okay. In this care just assume I only mining according to the horizontal line, and inwards towards the shore.
Austar Union
26-06-2005, 19:55
Central Command
Isle of the Ravenspire, Haven

"Gentlemen, the cogs have begun," opened Riddick, seated at a table of several. "Would anyone care to give me an update?"

One man stood to his feet, "Northward and Southward, Sir, the Military Exclusion Zone has been established in such a way that it has completely blocked passage from the United States of Allanea to the Occupied Territories of Edolia. In terms of usage, this means that we have successfully prevented them from sending reinforcements, supplies, et cetera from the Allanean Territories West of our position."

"And has this Zone been implemented successfully? What if they break the lines anyway?" asked Riddick.

"In all respect," interjected another man from across the table, "I hardly believe that they would be willing to break the lines. Typically, unless all their other options are exhausted they may, but I know how the Greater Prussians think. And right now, they would be considering their options - getting us involved is not their priority, at the very least."

Riddick nodded and palmed his hands together, "Well friends, what else is in store right now?"

"I have contacted the Praetonians," spoke up one of the more... stocky gentlemen. "We have suggested that they perhaps create their own perimetre. Unfortunately, whilst ours may block Allanea from Edolia, the Greater Prussians still have retained the ability to be able to send equipment from the East, direct from their own. If they establish that Zone, then that will probably be one of the most hard-hitting points for the Greater Prussians."

Riddick nodded, "Very Well. Is there anything more we are able to do?"

"Unfortunately Sir, because we are technically being viewed as 'non-participants', it is the reason why Greater Prussia are respecting our exclusion zone. If we were to attack per say, then I doubt they would avoid our line, as they are now," commented the only woman at the table.

"Thankyou, Ladies and Gentlemen. Lets do what we can, for now." closed Riddick, standing to his feet.
Hogsweat
26-06-2005, 21:40
Corporal Waiden Pitts was part of the 650th Reservist Rifles Regiment, assigned to the 10th Reservist Division, Infantry. That division, standard of Reservist size, consisted of twenty thousand riflemen, equipped with the best it's country had to offer. Actually, they were all mostly armed with AKM rifles because of their reliance in the field and the abundance of the soviet ammunition lying around. Pitts was currently lying on his crappy general issue bed, in the trench that had been dug for the 10th reservists. Behind the 10th Infantry, the 30th Armour had been deployed, not exactly an up to date unit but the T80s that the reservist division had where proven tanks. In fact, the 30th was one of the best Reservist Armour Division; most used the T72. Waiden was scribbling a message on a notepad, to be sent to his family. This was common.

Dear Alaisa,
I hope you are well. keep watching the news. Soon you may see daddy. If I don't come back, don't forget my sacrifice. We are fighting so you don't have to. Keep up your schoolwork and don't faulter when asked to perform your duties. May the motherland protect you, dear daughter.

Pitts dropped the message into the box that was being handed out and he watched the message dissapear forever. So many more things would be extuingished in the times to follow. he may be one of them.

Mobilisation had stepped up, with the further increase of forces to the northern border. Reservist forces now nearly numbered eight million soldiers and thirty thousand tanks and armoured vehicles with reservist airforces numbering about five thousand aircraft from helicopters to medium bombers. The southern front was less militarised, with only a quarter of what was deployed to the north being used in the Hestonia frontier. Brass had already decided that the south would be a defensive mission only.

Meanwhile, in deepwater ports, submarine fleets launched into the oceans, preparing to run, should they need too, pirating operations against shipping. The Austarians had created a no go zone, meaning Prussian shipping had to go the superlong way round, and every second of that time would be hell for the Prussian sailors.

INTERNATIONAL MESSAGE
The New Soviet Union hereby, as protector and defender of Haven's sovereignty, demands that Greater Prussia leave Edolia permanently and restore Edolia to it's people. Nobody wants Greater Prussia to have a long time influence in Haven, especially the Edolians under your oppressive regime. IT is better for you now, and for the whole of the region, that you leave immediately and hand sovereignty back to the Edolians. It is imperative to Havens' security this is done.
Comrade Josef Dorsal, Director of the NUSSRH
Omz222
26-06-2005, 22:33
OOC: Any concerns may be addressed on the OHS board to prevent cluttering this up with OOC posts. /OOC

E-68 AWACS Eagle 02, Orbiting Above Yasmarea Coast
2320

With his blue flight suit on, and with the lieutenant's stars on his shoulders, Lieutenant Salmers looked at the large array of LCD screens dotting in front of him, each blossoming with elegantly coloured icons and lines of text, moving rather blankly across the dark screen. Outside of the aircraft, the brisk flow of winds proceeded rather roughly, creating an uneasy sensation during this time of combat. Though three F-14G Tomcats provided ample escort the AWACS, the crew still felt rather insecure especially in this times of danger. However, as the aircraft proceeded above the coasts of Yasmarea, the Lieutenant suddenly noticed an array of icons, representing unidentified targets, flying at low altitudes. It was indeed of concern to the 25-years-old Lieutenant. "Chief," he called towards the crew member besides him in a rather uneasy fashion. "I think that I might just have found a storm of bogies... heck, they are definately not ours, are they?"

The Chief Petty Officer looked with concern. "Definately not what I should call friendlies," he shook his head with the spells of these words. "Let's see the classification from the target identification database," he said as he typed in a series of data, noticing the description newly presented on the screen. "Computer shows them to be the Hellyon type unmanned combat aircraft, of Edolian origin."

"Edolian," another Lieutenant besides him frowned with suspicion. "My mind says to me, 'Allanea'. What are they doing out here, I don't know. Let's see their course pattern."

"I see them orbiting around some apparantly pre-designated areas just off the Yasmarea coast," Lieutenant Slamers replied. "I don't know why they are doing that, but regardless, I don't think it's anything good. Inform our carrier about this, Lieutenant," he said to his other commissioned counterpart.

"Dingo Flight, bandits of Hotel Vertigo type on bearing one-nine-four of your position, angels low, proceeding northernwards to the general vicinity of your position. Request interception," he called, to a group of eight F-14Gs just patrolling a short distance away. With reinforcements launched from additional carriers and blostering the force to a thirty-two aircraft strong force, they quickly sped towards the Allanean-controlled UCAVs, initally not sure of what these aircraft were doing. At first firing their share of missiles from close ranges, these pilots them finally turned towards their Air Snake short-range missiles and eventually cannons, hoping to make quiet of these threats before they can threaten the Omzian operation.

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Skies Above Yasmarea
2330

As the Omzian aircraft sped above and apparantly made havoc of the targets below, these aircraft were also careful about their safety and the exposure of their aircraft to enemy air defences. Despite this however, the first wave envertheless - to the pilots themselves - enjoyed considerable success. As the heavy bombers along with the UCAVs began to leabve, the Raptors and Ostwinds nevertheless stayed, firing a hail of missiles at the Allanea UCAVs and other aircraft that happened to take off, while some Ostwind pilots even risked their aircraft to ground-based anti-aircraft guns by strafing the aircraft and tarmac on the ground, a hailstorm and stream of cannon projectiles and tracers slashing the emptyness of the air towards their targets on the airbase. Not long after, these aircraft began to depart, though at the cost of one Ostwind due to bird strike in the engines - killing the pilot along with smashing the aircraft onto the runway below him, along with one flying into the ground. As well, though few resistance were met in the air, twelve of the Ostwinds were either downed or seriously damaged by Allanean ground fire by carelessly flying at low altitudes, each of these small multirole fighters limping away with a stream of smoke before smashing into the ground.

However, the first wave of this Air Force raid was not the only raid for the Allaneans, as this air war was just the beginning of the full scale of the Omzian plan, which still had yet to come to its completion. As the first wave of the Air Force assault begin to leave, the full force of the first wave of the Omzian Navy's fighters finally began to emerge. The F-36 Kunai and the Seafire fighters, acting as escorts, swept across the Yasmarea skies as they launched their own offensive against any Allanean aircraft that took off, firing a hail of medium-range missiles at the UCAVs that happened to land and takeoff on the Allanean airbases. In the strike package, the Seafire fighters began their attack with JSOW glide bombs and 500lb PDAS bombs, mercilessly attacking aircraft shelters of airbases, Allanean seabases, supply depots, and major highway junctions.
The Hammerhead, in a concerted effort, began to swarm the unharmed airfields within Yasmarea with an almost seemingly endless number of cluster bombs, Durandal runway-cratering bombs, and mine dispensers to discourage any repair workers. For the eighty-four B-36 Kunai bombers, it was largely a standoff affair, as the force of bombers combined launched almost several hundreds of medium-range cruise missiles, including the subsonic JASSMs with HE warheads and the supersonic indigenous SGAMs with penetrator warheads, against Allanean coastal defences, communication centers, known bunkers, and supply depots. The eighty-four EB-36 Kunais, bristling with jammer pods, began their attack with a hail of Tacit Rianbow and NALSAR anti-radar drones, against the remains of the Allanean air defence network.

As the Navy continued their strike and as the first wave of the Air Force flights began to depart, the second wave began to take place of the first, which was spearheaded by just above fifty of the A-45 UCAVs, 48 Skyhammer bombers, 72 Raptor fighters, 72 Unity fighters, 144 Ostwind multirole fighters, 72 FB-22D fighter-bombers, and twenty-four of the EB-36A air defence suppression aircraft. As the flight began to penetrate into the airspace of Yasmarea, the A-45 UCAVs each began to unleash their deadly payload of eight SDB bombs each, against the Allanean coastal defences and airbases. While the Raptor fighters joined in trying to achieve complete air superiority, the Skyhammer bombers began to unleash their own deadly payload - almost a thousand LRALCM cruise missiles in addition to 96 of the 40,000lb BLU-200 interceptors. As the LRALCMs headed towards the remaining buildings and installations held by the Allanean government, police force, and fire fighters, in addition to countless supply depots and highway and railway junctions; the BLU-200s targeted the remainings of the "Titan" Guns, bunkers, and other hardened and underground facilities.

In total, it was truly a show of the results of the transformation of Omzian Air Power from a rather new concept untested in battle, to a lethal combination of strategy and firepower that aims to achieve total dominance. Through a concert of endless streams of air strikes, the Omzian commanders and pilots alike are aiming to bring war to Allanean forces in Yasmarea from the air, something that is not a comfortable thought.
Allanea
26-06-2005, 22:57
OOC: Hope Reichkamphen doesn’t mind me Rping one of his AVF troop.


Imperial Trenches, Hogsweat-Edolia Border

Redrick swore terribly as he saw the Red Wave approach. Even though he was an Allanean soldier in service of the AVF - and has seen many terrible sights in service of his Emperor - he has never seen anything like that before - a huge, unbelievably oversized army, rushing itself against the hastily built defences that the Imperial troops have managed to dig here… this, thought Redrick, was the face of Death. But as long as he was alive, he knew - he still had a chance. He put his FN-FAL rifle on the edge of the trench Thank God for this scope - cheap but good enough. He knew that his .308 rifle round was better in range and stopping power than the shorter, less stable 7.62*39mm AKM ammunition. It meant he had time. Time he would use to kill. He folded out the bipod on his rifle, aiming it carefully at a Hogsweatian soldier. Okay…I have it zeroed in for two-fifty… this is about three hundred… gotta hold a bit low there.. here, got him!

He pulled the trigger on his rifle, gently but quickly, sending the Hogsweatian to wherever it is dead communists go. He didn’t really care were. He heard gunshots, the roar of firing automatic weapnos and anti-tank missile launchers - but it sunk out of his perception as he repeated his action - aim. Fire. Aim. Fire. Fast, accurate - as many as possible before they get into the range of their AKM’s..

Elsewhere in Edolia

Even as the Hogsweatians began engaging Imperial forces on the border, the Empire had it’s own plan. Pictures of the Yaz-city town hall blown up by Omzian cannon were distributed throughout Haven. The message was simple: Throughout the Imperial war against Edolia, 53 civilians were killed by Imperial forces, all of them by various errrors. Omz and Hogsweat, the ‘liberators’ of Edolai have already killed 30,000 Edolian civilians - and weren’t planning on stopping. This note was augmented - by spreading out copies of the victim list, by displaying the pictures of a small child and his mother, who were standing in line for some document at the Town Hall when the Omzian missiles hit, by demonstrating pictures of the burning ruins.

It was yet unclear how well it would work elsewhere. In Edolia, especially in the Allanean areas, this worked to perfection. Thousands of Edolians - not the majority, of course, they were still an occupied people - but still thousands of Edolians turned up to military service - the atrocity committed by Omz222 was already stirring hearts and minds - certainly not in the direction Omzz222 would have wanted.
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Further, the images were sent out to every major nation of Haven. The message was simple - while the Empire not perfect - nobody is - the Omzian government was much more terrible than it could ever hope to be. No such thing was of course said overtly - It was one of those things which cannot be said overly - but it was felt in the air. It was there, and you can’t doubt it’s present.


OOC: Wrote this in response to Hogsweat's post. Sorry, Omzz, didn't see yours. I will post tomorrow.
Reichskamphen
27-06-2005, 03:11
OOC: I am editing my post from a while ago. I appologize, but I will have to do it in summary form. Since I hadn't taken into account the zone there, I will RP the action i would have taken if I had taken that into account.

IC: The Army of Axackal was being flown out of Allanea and back to the Empire to make its way over to Edolia. Greater Prussia was to the Northeast of Haven, and it was relatively easy to manage the shuffle of airtraffic, just quite annoying to do so.

The Armies of Right Wing Conspirators, now apparantly the largest in the theatre, (OOC: You will see he has 50 some million due to the previous campaign in this theatre thank goodness.)(EDIT: That number may be changed, as I need to confer with others and find out what the exact number of fighting people is in relation to support troops It may be lowered alot. Don't call GodMod yet, just let me check with everyone since these are not MY troops though I have the heirarchical authority to order them moved) were ordered to the Hogsweatian Border which had been well fortified by the Edolians and now even more so by the AVF engineering corps. 1 million troops remained in thier area of control to garison the cities. (OOC: I don't buy that stuff about you taking the border defenses since you never posted it and since thats the first place my troops went. As such there would have been a fight, and we never had that fight)

Worried that problems similar to the Austarian block of Prussian movement would arise, the Emperor had ordered as many men as possible to make their way accross from the Empire. Millions more Imperial Guard were being ferried in by ship and plane. 1 million had arrived since the end of hostilities with Edolia...more were coming but it was unsure whether or not they would get there in time.

The Hogsweatian Army was extremely large and every single soldier would be needed to hold them off when the attack came.

The Emperor had yet to review the Ridgian troops but he had ordered every Ridigian troop that could be spared to come to the border immediately. Psychotic Psychos had troops there as well. His troops were also ordered to the border. This was going to be a tough fight...but one that could be won. The Empire had grown immensely in Haven and new nations were joining. Hopefully these nations would contribute to the war effort.

Reichskamphen normally contributed its men through the Imperial Guard, but now it was necessary to send the Royal Army to fight in foreign fields.

The Emperor was wary, yet confident. The defenses on the Hogsweatian border were nearly the equal of the famed Goldwater line in Hestonia to the south...namely because the two defensive lines were fabricated by the same designers.

It has always been said as a maxim that in order to take a strong static defense, one must outnumber the defenders 3:1. As large as the Hogsweatian forces were...it seemed they were not that large. They would have to be very effective in order to accomplish the goal.

In the longrun...if it ground down to a battle of attrition...if the border defenses, now affectionately known as the "Sheild of the Empire" crumbled...the Empire was made of douzains of large nations. Unlike other such conglomerations, every nation was firmly united behind the cause and furthermore behind their Emperor. In recent years, Napoleon had gained almost rock-star like status among even the youths of the nations in the Empire. The nations of the Empire had VERY deep pockets and even DEEPER armouries. If the Empire truly reinforced Edolia, they could outnumber the Hogsweatian Army several times over...and outsupply them until doomsday.

Not only that, but the Empire's field commanders were among the most competant in the world. Napoleon's name has been informally placed at the top of several shortlists of the NS worlds foremost strategists and commanders. The commander of the Navy, Admiral Yamamoto from Psychotic Psychos had demonstrated his genius time and again. It was expected many more great things were to come from him. ZMI's design ability and weapons expertise now aided the Imperial Cause as did the entire Allanean war machine....whose commanders were the most competant in lower level strategy and SpecOps.

In order to take Edolia, Hogsweat would have to outfox the best commanders in the world, defeat the most capable army that marched today, and do it in record time before the full resources of the Empire could be brought to bare.

The biggest downside for the Imperial Crown was the enormous cost of the entire affair. It could be easily paid in time, but it was a cost that they were not planning on having to pay.

All that was needed was for the Armies to hold on.

And the biggest question after that was how best to come to the aid of the Allaneans in Yasmarea. There were scatterings of Imperial Guard troops there, but nothing that would ammount to anything. It was sure to be decided in time.
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To: Leaders of Hogsweat
From: Emperor Napoleon IV of Greater Prussia

The nation of Hogsweat has reniged on an agreement that settled this question in favour of peace. Peace was again and again pursued to prevent the senseless waste of lives that is about to occur.

However, it is now apparant that the leaders of Hogsweat are among the most vile urchins and wretches that infest this fair earth. They have no sense of honour or decency, and will be treated thusly.

We refuse, sirs, your laughable admonition that we abandon the people of Edolia and the territories which they live upon. Your goals are far from noble. You seek only to add more blood on the altar of Mars for your misguided ambitions of conquest.

For your impudence and disregard of human life you will pay dearly. Peace will be the rule of the day, but it will be bought at the cost of countless lives.

I will not condescend to so much as glance at any message sent to our government by yours unless it contains the message that you are now willing to abide by the previous agreement and will in nowise pursue war, or it contains your unconditional surrender.

May God smile upon our efforts and blot out the stain of your wicked Communism from the face of this earth.

His Imperial Highness,
Napoleon IV
Emperor of Greater Prussia
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To: Lord Indigo of Austar Union
From: Emperor Napoleon IV of Greater Prussia

Your Emminence,

I would like to request an audience with you. I believe there are many pressing issues that need to be discussed between the two of us, namely the current relations between Austar Union and the Empire as well as the future goals of the Empire and future relations of the Union with it.

There are many things that are not available on the evening news that you will be intrigued to find out and I believe it is of the utmost importance for the sake of stability in Haven that we convene.

It is my intention to secretly fly to the Union early tommorrow morning and leave by nightfall as the war in Edolia looms and I am the Commander and Chief of all forces there. By the time I return, no one will know I have departed.

If this, however, is unable to be done, I would request that the conference be held over a secure videophone line.

I look forward to your response.

Your Humble Servant,

Napoleon IV
Emperor of Greater Prussia
Austar Union
27-06-2005, 03:35
{Open Transmission}
{TRANSMISSION TYPE: Diplomatic Contact - Secure}
{FROM: Lord Indigo Blue, the Absolutionist State of Austar Union}
{TO: Emperor Napoleon IV, Greater Prussia}
{SUBJECT: Re:}

I have actually been watching the situation alongside my correspondence in Haven. You may have heard of him, his name is Riddick. Normally I would refer you to him, but it sounds to me as if you are unfortunately quite urgent in nature, so I will grant you your audience. I will be expecting your arrival.

Yours In Excellence,

Lord Indigo Blue
The Absolutionist State of Austar Union
{Close Transmission}
Reichskamphen
27-06-2005, 04:38
The Emperor had been stationed almost exclusively in his command bunker which was in an undisclosed location. A double was left there, and all the evidences of his presence remained behind, even his specific personal guards and attendants.

He was spirited out quickly and quietly. Placed on an Imperial Passenger Jet with slight modifications to the cabin, the Emperor flew above the Capitol of Austar Union. He needed his presence there to remain an absolute secret and had contracted with the Austarians to ensure that it remained so.

Like all other passanger jets, it waited its turn to land, but its passenger, dressed in modern civilian clothing...and rather inconspicuously at that...was immediately escorted off the plane rather than exiting through a terminal.

A black car met him at the runway and we was spirited away to the predetermined location of the meeting between the two leaders. (OOC: You can decide where that is, Austar.)

On the way, Napoleon hastily changed out of his Versace suit and into his more usual attire, something he felt would be better suited to meeting with Lord Indigo, an early 19th century style embroidered jacket, designed after the one worn by Napoleon I in the famous painting of him in his study. He decided against wearing his Imperial Guard uniform. He was here to talk peace, not war.
Allanea
27-06-2005, 06:10
OOC: Just noted I re-posted hogsweat's stuff for some reason...

OOC: Hope Reichkamphen doesn’t mind me Rping one of his AVF troop.


Imperial Trenches, Hogsweat-Edolia Border

Redrick swore terribly as he saw the Red Wave approach. Even though he was an Allanean soldier in service of the AVF - and has seen many terrible sights in service of his Emperor - he has never seen anything like that before - a huge, unbelievably oversized army, rushing itself against the hastily built defences that the Imperial troops have managed to dig here… this, thought Redrick, was the face of Death. But as long as he was alive, he knew - he still had a chance. He put his FN-FAL rifle on the edge of the trench Thank God for this scope - cheap but good enough. He knew that his .308 rifle round was better in range and stopping power than the shorter, less stable 7.62*39mm AKM ammunition. It meant he had time. Time he would use to kill. He folded out the bipod on his rifle, aiming it carefully at a Hogsweatian soldier. Okay…I have it zeroed in for two-fifty… this is about three hundred… gotta hold a bit low there.. here, got him!

He pulled the trigger on his rifle, gently but quickly, sending the Hogsweatian to wherever it is dead communists go. He didn’t really care were. He heard gunshots, the roar of firing automatic weapnos and anti-tank missile launchers - but it sunk out of his perception as he repeated his action - aim. Fire. Aim. Fire. Fast, accurate - as many as possible before they get into the range of their AKM’s..

Elsewhere in Edolia

Even as the Hogsweatians began engaging Imperial forces on the border, the Empire had it’s own plan. Pictures of the Yaz-city town hall blown up by Omzian cannon were distributed throughout Haven. The message was simple: Throughout the Imperial war against Edolia, 53 civilians were killed by Imperial forces, all of them by various errrors. Omz and Hogsweat, the ‘liberators’ of Edolai have already killed 30,000 Edolian civilians - and weren’t planning on stopping. This note was augmented - by spreading out copies of the victim list, by displaying the pictures of a small child and his mother, who were standing in line for some document at the Town Hall when the Omzian missiles hit, by demonstrating pictures of the burning ruins.

It was yet unclear how well it would work elsewhere. In Edolia, especially in the Allanean areas, this worked to perfection. Thousands of Edolians - not the majority, of course, they were still an occupied people - but still thousands of Edolians turned up to military service - the atrocity committed by Omz222 was already stirring hearts and minds - certainly not in the direction Omzz222 would have wanted.
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Further, the images were sent out to every major nation of Haven. The message was simple - while the Empire not perfect - nobody is - the Omzian government was much more terrible than it could ever hope to be. No such thing was of course said overtly - It was one of those things which cannot be said overly - but it was felt in the air. It was there, and you can’t doubt it’s present.
Reichskamphen
27-06-2005, 07:22
OOC: I am under the Impression that the Hogsweatian forces haven't engaged us yet. THat little vignette will be used when they do.

IC: Napoleon, under advice from his Chief Advisor, former Allanean President Kazansky, requisitioned and commandeered every single Passenger Jet in the Empire. This was a massive operation that required inhuman coordination. Flight tower crews from the Empire came to assist their Edolian counterparts in managing the sudden gush of airtraffic. It had to be quick. The plane lands, the troops and all supplies are off in 15-20 minutes, the plane takes off, another plane lands. Each airport, in Edolia, even the small single strip ones were taking part in this. Millions of troops would be shuttled in like this over the next few weeks. Fighter escorts from the Empire's mainland managed to escort every single jet liner that came accross.

OOC: I have yet to fully convene with everyone and settle my numbers in total...that being realistically and without Godmoding. I am doing my best to do that quickly

IC: The Greater Prussian Grande Armada under the command of Admiral Yamamoto patrolled the straits around Edolia. Their subfleet travelled in wolfpacks, and was set to pounce upon any grouping of enemy ships or submarines that may attempt to do damage to the Grande Armada or make its way past into Edolian waters.

The Dersconi Superfleet also patrolled Edolian waters. If, through some stroke of luck, ships managed to get past the Armada, they would still have to deal with Admiral Zimmerov and his fleet.

OOC: My naval commander is not available right now, and I really would appreciate it if we wait til he returns to address any naval warfare. If that is impossible, I understand, but if it is, let us do that.


IC: The airpower in Edolia was overwhelming in relation to any operation the Empire had ever undertaken. Great care was taken to keep patrols of fighters in the air around the Hogsweatian borders at all times. Any activity in the airfields relating to the transport of troops would be halted and within 5-15 minutes (it varied by airport)fighter jets would be on their way if any threat was detected. This was a move that was drilled two or three times and overall pulled off well.

Hundreds of miles back from the Border, AVF Engineering troops and Imperial Guardsmen with the assistance of Edolian locals who wished to save their homes and families from a Hogsweatian occupation began the construction of another large static defense designed by Allanean General Nigel Hanavi, the genius behind the border improvements and the Goldwater Line. Ribbed by the isolated mountain outcroppings in the south, the defensive line would perhaps be even harder to breach than the border lines due to the mountainous areas that occasionally interrupted the defensive lines. These would be like meatgrinders for men and Imperial Guard Mountain troops would be placed in those areas. If the border broke too soon for the emplacements to progress far enough, it was doubtful whether or not the line would be held or stand up very long. Either way, it was a delay and it ate up enemy troops...which was the entire purpose.

This little net provided a fallback line. A place for troops to rally on. And a snag for the invaders.

The soldiers were game for the fight.

All over Edolia, those who signed up for military service were put through Imperial Guard training if they were untrained, and thrown into Edolian Home Guard units if they were already trained soldiers. Whatever quality of soldiers they became...they were men...and they would slow the advance.
Hogsweat
27-06-2005, 07:35
OOC:Hit first Allanea?
"WHAT THE FUCK?"
Sergeant Trent jumped onto the trench floor as three rounds whizzed over his head. Frantically, he pulled for the microgrenades in his strap, and lobbed a three-chain over. As he grabbed for his rifle, making quick adjustments to the firing mode, and popped his head out of the trench making a few potshots at where he thought the enemy might be. On the left, he could hear his comrade's heavy machine gun, the 14.5x115 KPV roaring and spitting hugely sized rifle bullets at the bastard enemy. Trent's specific orders where to attack with armour support only, so he waited; but not for long, in the trench. It came quick enough, 1st Reserve Army Groups T80 and T72 divisions where serviced, and in fact actually scheduled tommorow. The Allaneans had chosen teh wrong time to attack. Trent could hear the harsh screams down the radio of his regiment's leader, Colonel Wassiman, screaming "SMASH THEM, SMASH THEM, SMASH THEM!!" as in canon the 389th Guard Rifle Reserve Regiment jumped over the trench, side by side with elements of the 420th Guard Armour Reserve. The T80 next to Trent swivelled it's turret, machine gun fire spitting, and then slowly to a stop, as the main cannon lobbed a shell straight into an Allanean machine gun post, blowing it to smithereens. The cries of the AVF soldiers inside could hardly be heard over teh exchange of gunfire. The tank on the right was advancing hard, and out of formation - before anyone could respond it was caught to the side with three anti tank rockets and flew over several metres from the resulting explosion.

It was obvious the flyboys up ahead where on short notice, as just half an hour after Trent's position had been attacked, sixteen planes, what Trent thought where Mig 29Hs, swiftly cruised over the border, into the sky away to the Prussian defences. This, in fact, was the biggest air operation (as well as ground) In Hogsweatian History - on a single day over ten thousand sorties would be run by the Reserve Aircraft along the border, striking targets for the advancing army. Losses would be tremendous. Trent later heard that the squadron he had seen had bombed and destroyed a Prussian C&C centre up above, but it could just have been useless propaganda instigated on the first day of the war. The tiny Hogsweatian proffessional airforce was used, in it's numbers, to hit the jet airliners bringing in reinforcements.

His regiment advanced slowly, troops milling in with the tank support but not staying too close. As they advanced, he noticed mortar fire popping over their heads and landing about a hundred or so metres in front with a resounding crump. The mortar fire kept dropping.

OOC:General summary.

on that note of attack, approximately twenty minutes later the war beast is moving; all nine million (at this point) soldiers advancing steadily forwards with air cover in the abovementioned 5,000 point; although not all craft are MiG29Hs you may want to note there are Mirage 2000s and Su 25s. Tanks, T72s-T80s are advancing with the reserve armies. Numbers are approximately 25-35,000. You should note that every tank formation has some AAA firepower in it, even if it is just a T6M tunguska or a Type 90. Constant air patrols and air raids are happening around the fifty kilometre mark from the invasion; every fortress and major defence will have been hit approximately ten times, as will C&C posts, supply depots, known enemy troop concentrations.. we're known to use napalm against infantry from the air. For a traditional loss post..I can estimate approximately 500 aircraft downed, twenty thousand troops KIA and about 250 tanks KIA also. Note that you will take some losses from my pro airforce engaging jetliners, as will I from your escorts
-Thank you
Ancient and Holy Terra
27-06-2005, 07:36
Battlegroup Implacable
300km west of Hestonia
ATN Manta, Vao-class Supercarrier

Lord Admiral Ishida stood on the flight deck of his flagship, feeling the wind and observing the launch and recovery of numerous aircraft: F/A-18F's, F/A-22N's, E-9B Hawkeye III AWACS, S-3C Viking III's...an impressive array of aircraft. The Manta and her sister ship, the Kamiya (Vice Admiral Inoue's flagship), led a 400-ship formation, flanked by dozens of cruisers, destroyers, and logistics vessels. Hundreds of feet below the massive Terran fleet, a number of submarines ran silent, looking for contacts. Ishida turned at the sound of rapidly pounding feet coming up behind him, noting that the feet belonged to Captain Vell.

"Admiral Ishida, sir, we are currently 290 km west of Hestonia, and steaming at 21 knots towards the Hogsweatian Isles. We should be on station in less than 24 hours." The Captain delivered his report with crisp, quick precision. Ishida nodded.

"Thank you, Captain. Instruct all carriers to double their CAPs...that storm blowing in from the North is going to play havoc with our LIDAR and RADAR systems. Also...slow us to 18 knots, and bring the three Doujin Mk.IIs to the front of the formation. We'll use them to soak fire if our fleets are ambushed. Contact Terran Space Command about the possibility of increasing satellite coverage of the fleet."

The Captain nodded and turned on his heels, hurrying back towards the Manta's bridge. Ishida was concerned: the Terran Navy prided itself on its ability to operate with great secrecy, but every major power in the region would have picked up their battlegroup by now. It was unnerving that no change had been detected in the enemy forces. Perhaps Hogsweat and Omz had the enemy extremely occupied. Ishida vowed vigilance; if the enemy planned to catch his fleet off-guard, they were in for a surprise.

80 km north of the Jonderese Outpost
1,400 feet below the sea
BLUE Dome, HQ for the Terran BLUE Fleet

BLUE Fleet was Terra's ace-in-the-hole, a fleet composed of the (possibly) most advanced submarines in the world. Deploying high-speed mini-subs, electro-magneto-hydro-dynamic drive systems, advanced torpedoes, and extremely powerful supercomputers, and utilizing the latest in sonar and submarine design, the BLUE Fleet was a match for any fleet, of any size, in the world. Now, for the first time since its conception four years ago, it was being called to war.

BLUE Dome was a massive base constructed secretly beneath the sea, ideally suited for BLUE's mission. Built slightly north of a Jonderan Outpost, it housed dozens of submarines and thousands of Terran personnel. Vice Admiral Iga stood on a gantry, overlooking the fleet's preparation for departure. Two of his captains stood behind him, silent. Iga decided to break the silence.

"Our orders are to distrupt the enemy's capability to go to war in any way possible. We've been granted the freedom to sink enemy shipping, transports, their fleets, to insert special forces...we've even been cleared to deploy Kalahoa Nuclear Torpedoes. The Terran Government has put an immense amount of trust into us."

One of the captains stirred. "Sir, we're ready to fight. We've been training and testing this fleet for four years. It is time that we were tested in combat."

Iga grinned. "Indeed it is. Logistics informs me that BLUE Fleet will be ready for deployment in 24 hours. I think you had best see to your ships."

The two captains nodded and walked away, and Iga took one last glance at the submarines before he too left. Tomorrow, the enemies of Terra would meet a new adversary, one that outclassed them in every field.

80 km south of Hogsweat
Directly East of Hestonia
Terran Strategic Attack Aircraft, 1st and 2nd Waves
Whale King Superheavy Bomber Musashi

General Kariudo sat aboard the "bridge" of his bomber, the Musashi. The Whale Kings were among the largest aircraft in the world, and were literally flying aircraft carriers. Several stories tall, and over 160 meters long, they required no fewer than 8 immense engines to loft them into the air, and utilized a specialized nuclear reactor design to provide power to the engines. They employed several onboard defenses, including a deployable micromissile system and an extensive ECM and ECCM suites. Given their immense survivability, along with their sheer presence, they made the perfect choice for "flagships" in the Terran Airforce. In the Airforce's first deployment in several years, they had mobilized the largest bomber force ever seen: In total, over 4000 aircraft (fighters, bombers, and logistical) were being based in Hogsweat. The mobilization itself had been a monument to Terran efficiency: hundreds of bombers, manned and unmanned, called up from airbases around Terra; landing rights secured from allies around the region, dozens of aerial tankers on station to keep the massive bomber groups in the air.

The first two waves had proceeded directly east from Terra, crossing the Haven Straits just north of Freethinker's outpost. From there, they had briefly overflown Beaumont before turning North, and crossing thousands of miles of uninhabited territory. Now they were just shy of Hogsweat, having carefully skirted around Hestonia. Despite the extensive stealth capabilities of the Terran Airforce, their support craft were as bright as day on enemy radars, and General Kariudo was wondering when, not if, enemy interceptors were going to confront his bomber force. Three other waves trailed behind this bomber force, mostly fighters that had needed to refuel before continuing their journey. If they made it to Hogsweat, Terra's enemies were going to feel his bombers' impact. Already they were drawing up target lists, updating them as the battles progressed. Satellite uplinks provided the massive bomber force with an rapidly updated view of the unfolding war, and General Kariudo intended to be ready for immediate deployment when he arrived in Whistler.

Encrypted Communique
From: Pinnacle Terrace, Seat of the Ancient Terran Government
To: Hogsweatian & Omzian Embassies in Tellerus
TOP SECRET, RELAY TO YOUR RESPECTIVE CAPITALS

To my Haven allies,

The time for inaction is over. We, like you, will not stand aside and allow Imperialistic Powers free reign in our glorious region. Terra will fight alongside your forces in the coming conflict. A massive fleet is approaching Hogsweat from the West, while the largest airforce we have ever deployed is enroute to Whistler. Although this information has been communicated to local military commanders in Hogsweat, along with your leaders, it is largely unknown by others.

We are committed to seeing this war through. Terra and her allies will emerge victorious.

Signed,

~Emperor Taichi Kamiya, Leader of the Republic of Ancient Terra~
~Talus Karn, Prime Minister~
~Lord Admiral Yamato Ishida, Chairman of the Joint Chiefs~
~Vice Admiral Miyako Inoue, 2nd-in-Command, Terran Navy~

(ooc: Any concerns, please post them in the Haven Regional Boards. Thank you.)
Allanea
27-06-2005, 09:52
OOC: 300-meter FLYING aircraft carriers in a PMT conflict? Errr.

Bah.


In the meanwhile...


http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v42/allanea/Propaganda/forward.jpg
New Sigmisund
27-06-2005, 13:07
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Allanea
27-06-2005, 15:01
OOC: If you read back to Fluffywuffy’s post, I am allowed to do this. Also, what losses from my AA fire?

In Yasmarea

"We’re losing aircraft by the drove!"

"Goddamit!" - screamed a volunteer controlled when the screen of his UCAV went blank.

About twenty UCAV’s were lost immediately to the Omzzian attack. But the survivors didn’t pursue - they had other problems to deal with. They had to go home.

Back on the airfields, the Fluffiwuffyan soldiers that just arrived were forced to engage the Omzian craft with everything they had - from portable SAM missiles to rifle fire. With 100,000 Fluffywuffian personnel, freshly-deployed, on the ground, this would be an utter hell for the incoming Omzzians - and the Edolian-made AA cannon were also working, despite reduced capacity.

Still, heavy damage was taken. 150 more Hellyons were destroyed, as well as two Titan gun emplacements. 40,000 civilians died during to bombardments of the city centers, as well as a large amount of Allanean and volunteers military personnel. But the response was coming… and it would be a terrible response.

The Titan cannons swung into their position, firing constantly into the direction of the Omzian fire. Each salvo released 38 huge shells at it’s approximate location, trying to hit the aircraft carrier craft primarily. 50% of those were EMP-shells, designed to cripple onboard electronics and aircraft. Each fifteen minutes, another salvo was fired. Yes, the Omzian ships were EMP protected to a degree - but nothing is fully EMP proof.


OOC;

PS:
Titan guns, what they are. ( http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=8003936&postcount=12)
Fluffywuffy
27-06-2005, 15:38
The Second Empire watched with glee as its troops finally charged forward, pounding the Omzian forces with all they had. For further fun, the 50 B-52 'FW's took off from air fields across Yasmarea and headed for the Omzian line, preparing to bomb the hell out of a section of line. Mortars, that useful man-portable artillery weapon, set up around the line and began opening fire on the hopeful hole, with the blissful sound of shells and explosions filling the once-tranquil air. Once the bombing stopped, the Imperial forces would charge through the hole and attempt to surround the Omzian forces. At the very least it would create an opening that the Allaneans would (hopefully) help exploit. If the opening was formed, the "Immortal Infantry," as the 400th Division was nicknamed, would rush forward, covered by mobile LMGs and mortar fire.

But what really had to be destroyed was that Omzian carrier. To this end, General Artorious had 500 Anne Coulter Mk IVs at his command, plus two Nimitz-class carriers full of an additional 120 F-14 Tomcats. But that was not all that was in store for the Omzian forces. Each aircraft was given a single drone missile, a dummy missile that would engage in a simple anti-air maneuver. This missile had a large, powerful, radar that would hopefully amplify its signal and attract some of the missiles towards it. At the extreme ranges at which combat took place, it was hoped that these would have the effect of safegaurding the large air taskforce that was zipping towards the Omzian fleet. In case this attack failed, General Artorious placed an order for several of the new AS-12 Habu cruise missiles, which would allow the B-52s and other heavy bombers in on the fun.
Allanea
27-06-2005, 15:45
OOC: Omzian line? Omz222 has no ground forces in Yasmarea AFAIK.
Fluffywuffy
27-06-2005, 16:06
OOC: Your post made it sound like they were already there. Oh wait...I missed the word incomming. Oh well. We'll just say they're waiting until the Omzians get there.....
Hogsweat
27-06-2005, 16:34
OOC: FluffyWuffy, please actually RP your naval force entering Haven..it won't get through without a fight. And these aircraft.. how did they fly all the way over from wherever into Allanea without being detected by the enemy?
Allanea
27-06-2005, 16:43
OOC: FluffyWuffy, please actually RP your naval force entering Haven..it won't get through without a fight. And these aircraft.. how did they fly all the way over from wherever into Allanea without being detected by the enemy?

Yasmarea. Coming from the south

Further, Fluffy announced their arrival a while back.
Hogsweat
27-06-2005, 16:47
Cool teleporting skills.
Allanea
27-06-2005, 16:56
Cool teleporting skills.

The aircraft arrived before Kriiegor's ships were out of port. Kriegor's ships STILL have not blocked that passage Fluffy's ships came in from.
Omz222
27-06-2005, 17:04
OOC: Uh... I released almost a hundred of the BLU-200 penetrators and another batch of smaller bunker-bsuters, and only two Titan Guns were destroyed? Now, I'll be declaring my own air losses (which is quite heavy in terms of proportion), but I don't see how you could lose an amazing number of two, and still be able to fire more than thirty-rounds without having barrel replacements for these huge guns, which are unsurprisingly rather problematic in terms of maintance, and are rather inaccurate as well.

Also, I still need to know from Fluffywuffy whether he's retracting his posts or not. Since I don't even have ground forces there (yet), I will deal with the second part of the post soon. If you want a complete list of my fleet composition, I'll arrange it to be available (though it's a bit huge). As for the B-52s and the fighter-bombers, keep in mind that the airbases across Yasmarea were dealt and is still being dealt.
Allanea
27-06-2005, 17:30
OOC: First of all, Edolia most certainly had spares et.c stored. Second, my total losses are about 22, for the entire thread out of the approx. 60 Titan cannons in the area [though Edolia probably had more, tha't's just my esimate. As per the accuracy, I believe there's difference between you and Edolia's descriptions of them, but I don't mind, really. The EMP is bound to do you no good.
Omz222
27-06-2005, 17:36
OOC: First of all, Edolia most certainly had spares et.c stored.
OOC: Uh... and you are claiming that you can just replace them in minutes, under the constant watch of Omzian combat and non-combat, in addition to satellites?

Second, my total losses are about 22, for the entire thread out of the approx. 60 Titan cannons in the area [though Edolia probably had more, tha't's just my esimate.
No, I was pointing at the particular post where you declared that only two were lost as a result of the air attack portion of my operation. I was aware of your total losses during the cruise missile attacks, but it's simply absurd to imply that only two were lost when my aircraft released more than a hundred penetrators/bunker-busters of various types, specifically targeting these guns.
Allanea
27-06-2005, 18:16
OOC: The guns are variously masqueraded, protected by AA, etc. Besides your bnker busters weigh only about 2,000 lb's, which is puny as far as bunker busters go. Remember that 9-ton BB's are used against ships and 'hard targets'. Remember also that during the Winter War, 'millionaire' forts withstood Soviet sappers exploding charges upwards of a ton and a half explosives on their ROOFS.
Omz222
27-06-2005, 18:54
OOC: The guns are variously masqueraded, protected by AA, etc. Besides your bnker busters weigh only about 2,000 lb's, which is puny as far as bunker busters go. Remember that 9-ton BB's are used against ships and 'hard targets'.

OOC: Correction. Read this (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=7367469&postcount=689) for the description of the BLU-200 (scroll down), and you'll find that the BLU-200 is about 20 times larger than you claim, with the rest of my bunker-busters weighing 5000lbs. Further, the fact about Soviet sappers is quite irrelevant, considering that a 40,000lb penetrator, with a rocket booster, and air dropped from a relatiely high altitude, has a lot more power than some sappers with explosive charges directly placed on a bunker. In the end, the point is still to declare fair losses, and if this persists (my upcoming post, assuming if it ever gets here, would contain my losses), then I'll have to consider additional measures in return.
Allanea
27-06-2005, 19:08
OOC: Mea culpa. Up it to 12 cannon. I was assming the BLU's were' smaller, associating the number with the size.
Skinny87
27-06-2005, 19:42
Republican CVG Taskforce Three and Four, Ten Miles offshore of Mainland Edolia

The Republican Carrier Republica and all those aboard her where in a state of organised chaos. Having only arrived offshore of Occupied Edolia a few hours ago, the entire CVG had been ordered to DEFCON Two and ordered to begin preparation for an aerial and missile bombardment of the coastal defences of the Occupied Zone before the first Marine Battalions were airlifted to shore via Osprey and Blackhawk Transports. Onboard the Republicana, troops were running at the double and being crammed onboard Osprey VTOL Transports and the smaller Blackhawk helicopters, weapons at the ready and fully loaded for combat. The same scene was being re-enacted throughout the fleet on flat-decked Transport Vessels, as the 2,000 men and women of the First and Second Marine Battalions were prepared for an assault landing on the coast of Edolia.

One of the thousands of nervous Marines was a replacement recruit, Private First Class Timothy Vane; Vane was a recent recruit, trained in New Kaylee and only shipped over into the First Marine Batallion a few weeks ago, just in time for the invasion. The son of a chemist in Dowland City, Vane had turned 18 just three months ago, and had joined up to the Marines the day after his birthday determined to do his duty for his country; heavily influenced by the promise of a free education in Dowland University after three years of service, he had become PFC Vane, Specialist Rifleman, Serial Number 4567712, Third Platoon, Able Company, First Marine Battalion.
As he sat down in the cramped bucket seat of the Blackhawk helicopter he was sitting in, on the deck of the Republicana, his thoughts finally turned past the patriotic propaganda he had been infused with the past few months, and began to see the reality of his situation. Here he was, not a patriotic defender of the Grand Republic, but a mere 'grunt', a lowly and anonymous PFC, just one of hundreds in the Battalion, and one of thousands in the entire Republican military in and around Hogsweat. He shivered as the icy cold wind cut through his thin combat blouse and kevlar vest, and clutched his XM8 Assault Rifle and closed his eyes, hoping that, even for a second, he could forget where he was and return home. Failing to do this, he opened his eyes and prayed to god that he would survive the assault on the LZ.

Meanwhile, onboard the Republicana and the smaller Frigates and Destroyers, preparartions were made for the first phase of the attack; more than one hundred Cruise Missiles were at this very moment targeting military installations and vital enemy defences, including Radar Installations, SAM Batteries, AAA Sites and Land Defences. Whilst these missiles were to hit the enemy defences, they were not the only attack; within several minutes of these missiles launching, the Aircraft onboard the Republicana and her sister CVG of the neighbouring Third Carrier Fleet would take-off, skim the waves and attack other defences not targeted by the missiles, concentrating on troop and armour concentrations, as well as airbases in the immediate region.

Within the hour, the troops were onboard the transports, the Cruise Missiles were targeted and readied for launch and the F/A 18s and F-16s onboard the Carriers were awaiting their orders; all the pilots were already in full flight-gear, including survival gear. They had been told that the gear would be needed; the defences were formidable in the Occupied Zone, and air extraction would be nigh-on impossible considering the defences the defenders had put together.

The Third and Fourth Republican Fleets stood ready to strike at Mainland Edolia...

Hogsweatian/Edoilan Border - Breinreich, Free Edolia

More than a hundred thousand Republican soldiers were concentrated by the border between the two countries, prepared and ready to strike alongside their allies. The Armoured Divisions were ready, their Praetonian-made Hoplite II Phalanx tanks and Bradley APCs ready to strike fast inland and penetrate the enemy defences. The first wave would be entirely Armour, three Armoured Divisions fielding over three hundred tanks, and supported by nearly 500 APCs. Preceding the first wave would be a short but concentrated artillery bombardment consisting of the Obelisk and MRLS Artillery Batteries half a kilometre behind the Republican troops firing several thousand shells and rockets; a deadly mix of high-esplosive, shrapnel and sub-compact anti-tank munitions would hit the enemy defences.

At the same time, and timed with the artillery and rockets were the F-16s and F/A 18s of the Republican Air Force who would bomb and strafe the defences and try and tie down the enemy aircraft that were bound to be ready for the offensive, alongside Tornados that would concentrate on enemy gun bunkers. Finally, just before the artillery barrage, three cells of B-52's would come into range and rain down Bunker-Buster bombs and bomblets for good measure.

Then the command would be given, and the Armoured Divisions, supported by Infantry armed with XM-8 Assault Rifles in APC's would advance along a small axis of advance, tearing a hole into the defences. No-one was expecting a short victory, and even the lowliest grunt knew that thousands would die before the line was breached, but everything was ready on the border, awaiting the word, that one final command that would unleash hell...

Five Miles offshore of Yasmerea

The situation was much the same as offshore of Mainland Edolia. The Fifth and First Carrier Divisions were awaiting the orders to launch and airbourne assault of the Yasmerean landing-zones, already carefully picked out. Three Marine Batallions would be sent in via Osprey and Blackhawk, preceded by Naval Bombardment and supported by Harriers and F/A-18's for air support. Everywhere the Republican military was ready to strike against the enemy, and awaited only the word...
Hogsweat
27-06-2005, 19:49
OOC:http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b245/ComradeMatt/Maps/MAPOFHOGSWEAT.png map of Hogsweat. note my men are attacking on the far nothern dotted red line.
Fluffywuffy
27-06-2005, 19:56
OOC:

Hogsweat: I announced the arrival of my forces several posts ago, on another page. From then on I did nothing with them until a subsequent second post, where I introduced my general and had him set up shop. He moved the Flotilla to interdict lines of shipping in Yasmarea, which had no replies.

Omz222: Yes, I am withdrawing the first half of that post. Seeing as you have no ground forces there, it is quite impossible for me to bombard your nonexistant line and then attempt to make that line a circle within a circle. That portion is withdrawn and nonexistant. The other portion with the air attack on the fleet still goes, I suppose, and yes, I would like a list of your fleet composition. You don't have to list every single oilier and tugboat, just the combat ships.
Omz222
27-06-2005, 20:14
Skies Above Yasmarea
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As the Omzian aircraft of both the Navy and Air Force sweeped in, they became gradually more and more careful against the threat of portable MANPADS and anti-aircraft guns as they witnessed almost countless numbers of smoke trails and tracer fire that lined the entire sky with utter brillance. It was almost like a firework for these pilots, who can only fly at a high altitude to avoid the threats, at the cost of accuracy and precision in their attacks. Though these pilots were careful to instantly deploy their countermeasures even at such altitude, nevertheless in the face of incoming fire, more than twenty-four Unity fighters and twenty-five Ostwind fighters, all flying at medium altitude, were either heavily damaged or lost to this blazing fire as the shrapnel from incoming anti-aircraft projectiles and the tiny warheads of the portable shoulder-fired SAMs rattled their airframe to no end. Out of these aircraft, a proportion of the pilots had survived, ejecting on top of the Yasmarea woodlands along with their survival kits and one single M20 Commando carbine. The stealthy aircraft however, enjoyed the relative cover at high altitudes, as they proceeded towards their target areas rapidly.

For the rest however, despite the incoming fire, they had no choice but to engage the remains of the Allanean defences head-on. The remaining fourty-eight Unity fighters, each fighter having a large proportion of their squadron lost towards Allanean ground fire, immediately engaged the Titan cannons with 96 5000lb bunker-busters, released at any and all remaining Titan cannons that still represented a small threat, despite their accuracy and reliability problems (OOC: no, a 47 inch gun is in no way "reliable", so to say). The 72 FB-22Ds proceeded, each releasing more than 140 bunker-buster bombs at the menace known as the Titan guns, in addition to hardened aircraft shelters, runways, and underground bunkers. The remaining Ostwinds proceeded, exposing themselves quite dangerously at a relatively low altitude as rifle fire dotted around their airframe, engaging the anti-aircraft guns and the parked fighters, bombers, and UCAVs with salvoes upon salvoes of the Sky Needle anti-tank missiles, though 18 aircraft again took either heavy damage or were completely lost, including one full squadron, known simply as the 'Blackbear' squadron. For the Raptors in the air, each laden with sixteen missiles in their conventional combat configuration, though they were simply useless at assisting in ground attack with the conventional aircraft, concentrated their fire on the bombers, fighters, and UCAVs, firing salvoes of missiles at enemy bombers, though amazingly one was judged as friendly fire, downing another Unity fighter in the sky.

For the Navy, things weren't getting too much better, though relative success were enjoyed among those who were able to inflict losses. For the Seafire fighters, during their attack nevertheless 22 were taken off the sky in a series of blazing infernoes, their engines coughing up smoke that blurred the skyline that already had been made red by the Omzian cruise missiles. The Hammerheads, despite their ruggedness, took a toll of fifteen aircraft as they swooped in at low altitudes, again engaging anti-aircraft guns and the airbases with cluster munitions, 500lb PDAS bombs, and even anti-tank missiles fired in salvoes.
Still knowing the danger of portable missiles and gunfire at low altitudes, the naval aircraft began to pull back and return to their carriers, many still have full loads of fuel on their aircraft. However, it would not be soon before the second wave - almost 800 aircraft in length - would join them in their fray against the Allanean and Fluffywuffy menace. They understood the threats at low altitudes, but in order to win this war, they thought, they also have to gain a foothold in the air.

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ONCS Hongazgrad, BBAN-1
0012

The massive heavy command battleship of the Omzian Task Force silently and lethally moved with its huge complement of escorts and other capital ships, as a flight of close-in CAP aircraft sweeped across the dark sky above this fleet of warships. The center of rings upon rings of escorts and the attention of rows upon rows of escorting capital ships, it was like a formidable fortress on sea, each of these escorting vessels blostering a sizable force of anti-air and anti-surface armaments. Despite this, the commanders and the flag staff of the task force still felt rather concerned and insecure even in the massive armoured hulks of the vessel, hardened against both lethal and non-lethal force that may threaten the well-being of the fleet. However, inside the vessel and in the large command center not far off from the bridge, a group of commanders met under the dim light. "I say that we ask the President and the High Command to delay the amphibious operation against Yasmarea, to extend our current air campaign," Vice Admiral Garane, commander of the Omzian Naval Aviation forces of the task force, said as he looked over the information on his tablet PC. "We still need not only the coastal defences of Allanea silenced and air superiority gained in order to land our troops in and capture the ports safely, but it's also highly probable that the Allaneans are laying a minefield around Yasmarea, given the virtual non-existance of opposing naval forces there."

"Except Fluffywuffy's," Admiral Chuckgear, the commander of the Task Force, replied with caution. "As far as I know, they are already ferrying entire infantry divisions into Allanea, and their naval task force, despite being smaller than ours, will still pose a formidable threat when they get here."

"So this is why we must delay the operation in order to deal with these threats," the Vice Admiral pointed out. "Currently our estimate is that Allanean coastal defences are at fifty-percent effectiveness, even after the first waves of our aerial forces. Clearly, this is not enough. We must be able to knock out their coastal defences from the air, especially their Titan Guns. Though you all might aware that it's highly probable that such types of guns will not pose so much of a problem to our forces in practice, it is still a danger that must be rooted out. This is especially important as the gun completely outranges all existing guns in our fleet."

"ERGM projectiles," a young Lieutenant Commander pointed out.

"But they are for countering smaller coastal defences only," the Vice Admiral suggested. "We must be able to mount more aerial operations after this, in conjunction with the Air Force, to completely soften up Allanean and Fluffywuffy defences in Yasmarea, before we can conduct our amphibious and airborne operations -" he said quite strongly, before the sirens and horns across the ship suddenly blasted with vibrance, as crews outside immediately began scrambling to their posts. Not much time later, the LCD screen of the the Vice Admiral's tablet PC went blank, into the infinity. "What the hell."

Outside of the ship however, things began to get more and more chaotic as the crews of many ships began to realize what was happening, as shells landed between ships with great energy. Further, with the electronic combat systems of some smaller ships reduced in combat effectiveness, the dangers of the Allanean coastal defences was still strong. Though the Omzian guns in this stage were still ourtanged, the eight arsenal ships within the fleet began to move valiently as they once again sprang into action, eventually firing a total of just below 200 of the Hailstorm II heavy hypersonic missiles at the Allanean Titan Guns and other coastal defence sites, as these gigantic missiles began to spring into action at a speed of more than Mach 7, ready to attack the Allanean Titan guns with their 5000lb-class penetrating warhead.

Not far however, the Omzian task force began to converge towards the Yasmarean coast. Though the carrier would be already preparing to launch more fighters and attack aircraft as a rapid reaction force against the Allanean coastal defences (eventually numbering to about 64 B-36 Kunai bombers and 112 Seafire fighters), the battleships of the fleet quickly converged, readying their guns for firing against the Allanean coastal defences. For the smaller vessels with electronic combat systems reduced in effectiveness due to the attempted electronic attacks however, it would be a harder and tougher fight.

However, still anticipating attacks from Allanean or even Fluffywuffy units, the picket and outer escort rings were reinforced with additional air defence platforms. However, despite this, not all platforms would turn on their active radar systems, instead relying on datalinks from nearby platforms for obtaining firing data for their missiles. In the air, AWACS aircract continued their orbit pattern as ELINT aircraft carefully listened in the radio spectrums for any sign of an enemy striking force lurking below. Soon, more than 190 F-36C Kunai and F-14G Tomcats were in the air, along with 120 Seafire fighters patrolling the inner circles of the fleet. The Kunais would take a prominent role in conducting long-range CAP more than 350km away from the center of the main fleet, and toting Kai scramjet long-range missiles, Spear long-range missiles, and a variety of other weapons, they are not something to be looked down onto.

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EDIT:
Encrypted Communique
From: Omzian Government and Omzian Forces Liaison, Omzian Republic Embassy in Ancient Terra
To: Pinnacle Terrace
CC: Hogsweatian Embassy in Tellerus
Security Level: Top-1

It is indeed heartwarming and gratifying to hear the echoes of our allies in regards to the storms of expansion, imperalism, and tyranny occuring in not only northern Havne, but outhern Haven as well. Though we must regrettfully announce that our war in Yasmarea currently does not permit our force deployment to Hogsweat for this time being, and as we must express our most sincere regrets and apologies, we are glad that Terra is able to fulfill our place. As an union of allies with Ancient Terra and Hogsweat, we must hope that we emerge victorious with triumph and diginity.

Message End.
Omz222
27-06-2005, 20:17
OOC - Fluffywuffy:

NAVAL COMBAT/COMBAT SUPPORT ASSETS (INCLUDING NAVAL AVIATION)
TASK FORCE 80668, SOUTHERN FLEET, OMZIAN NAVY
Flagship: ONCS Hongazgrad BBAN-1 / ONCS Escapade CVAN-62

1x Command Groups
2x Fast Action Carrier Battle Groups
5x Assault Carrier Battle Groups
6x Carrier Battle Groups
3x Attack Submarine Squadrons
1x Heavy Missile Submarine Group
1x Fast Missile Submarine Group
4x Amphibious Operation Groups
1x Mine Warfare Squadron
4x LCS Squadron
Various Groups Involving Support, Logistics, and Transportation

Carriers: 37
Battleships: 21
Cruisers: 103
Destroyers: 179
Frigates: 212
Submarines: 139
Support: 412
TOTAL: 1103

1x Jimnam BBAN
4x Leviathan BBAN
1x Ragnarok BBAGN
6x King Henry V BBGN
1x King Robert VI BBGN
1x Treaty BBGN
1x Coronation BBGN
3x Cetus BBGN (IB Mk.3)
3x Toryu BBGN (Mk.3)
2x Kanae Morino CVAN
5x Ocean CVAN
7x Union CVBN
7x Wilson Shire CVAN
6x Seina Niyobuchi CVN
8x George Washington CVNL
2x Vincent Jackson CVMN
8x Firestorm V Arsenal Ships
28x Ankara CGN
17x Berlin CAN
32x Sarasvati CGN
18x Locke CGN
30x Centaur-X DDGN
68x Arayashiki DDGN
15x Revenge DD
36x Albatross DDGN
30x Ballistae DDN
74x Mindbreaker FFGN
36x Ardent FFG
30x Timberwolf FFG
24x Cougar FF
48x Tarantula LCS
61x Sowerby SSN
36x Tucuxi SSN
18x Orca SSGN (10x AS, 8x LA)
24x Mesoplodon SSGN (AS Type 1)
6x Inchon MCS
12x Osprey MHC
72x Jericho LHDN
8x Samurai LHA
16x Raptor LHD
24x Viper LSD
32x Anaconda LPD
16x Firebrand LPH
40x Ryoken LST
51x Setsuna MPRS
53x Strana Mechty AOE
46x Clan Grant AOR
36x Goro FRO

NAVAL CARRIER AVIATION - TOTAL FORCE
600x F-36C Kunai
360x F-14G Tomcat Plus
1032x F-109A Seafire
54x FV-109C Skyfire
594x A-15A Hammerhead
392x B-36C Kunai
228x EB-36C Kunai
166x KB-36C Kunai
24x EA-15A
24x KA-15A
32x C-68 Cutter
384x S-67A Kingfisher
84x ES-67 Humpback
278x E-68 Eagle Eye AWACS
6x E-35Z

===================

On a side note, does anyone mind me creating an OOC thread? That way we can leave our force listings/arguments/etc. in that thread, and leave IC posts in this.
Skinny87
27-06-2005, 20:33
OOC: Sorry my chaps are late Omzz, this was getting a tad confusing for me...

IC:

Yasmerean Airspace

"Omzian Aircraft, Omzian Aircraft; this is Republic One-Zero-Niner entering conflicted airspace, preparing to engage unfriendly targets."

The Omzian aircraft had already filled the rapidly darkening skies as the Republican aircraft finally streaked in and engaged the enemy. There were more than a hundred of them, a ratio of 3/1 Fighters and Fighter-Bombers. The fighters were mainly F/A 18's, and the bombers Tornado dual-role aircraft, but whatever their designation they swept determinedly into the fray. There may have only been a fraction of the number of Omzian aircraft, but hopefully they would ease some of the pressure from the others.

First to hit were the F/A 18s and EuroFighters, entering the range of the enemy air defences and immediately jinking left and right to avoid enemy fire whilst AMRAAM and Sidewinder missiles streaked off of their wings and headed towards the Allanean aircraft in the airspace; brightly-burning orange chaff flew out of the back of the aircraft as missiles targeted them and fired, burning brightly above the defences and creating a ghastly pale light that contrasted almost peacefully with the fires and other lights in the sky. SAM and MANPAD fire from the ground was the heaviest the Republican fighters has ever seen, the pilots used to easy 'Milk-Runs' in Hitlerreich and Nerotika, and more than a dozen fighters were destroyed outright by the thick fire, tumbling from the sky in a fiery display of pyrotechnics and blazing aviation fuel.

The fighters, though heavily outnumbered, knew their job; they did not have enough bunker-busters and aircraft to knock out all of the enemy defences, and the Omzians did. Thus their mission was brutally simple - defend the Omzian aircraft, draw enemy fire and cover the Omzian withdrawal, with their lives if neccessary. It was a dirty, suicidal job, but the Republican pilots knew their duty would save lives, and went to it with a quiet determination; several times in the furball Republican fightes would deliberately veer in front on enemy missiles to protect Omzian aircraft.

At the same time, the Tornadoes and Warthogs came in below their fighter protection, aiming for the deeply-buried enemy bunkers and especially the Titan Guns themselves. Especially converted to hold the bunker-buster bombs, a dozen Warthogs screamed in low and dumped their ordanance on several of the Titans, jinking and rising and diving to avoid the hail of AAA fire from the ground. One Warthog was hit immediately by a MANPAD missile and blew up, and several more were downed, but the rest came on doggedly, determined to launch, and finally they dropped their loads, dozens of the bunker-busters, onto the Titan gun batteries. Meanwhile the rest of the bombers strafed the Allanean defences and bombed them, firing at targets of opportunities. After several minutes, and the loss of more than a third of the first wave of aircraft, the Republican aircraft departed for the Carriers to refuel and rearm before coming back, this time with the support of B1-B Lancers from the Carriers...
Praetonia
27-06-2005, 21:38
Official Press Release
Imperial Colonial Office

Acting on advise from friendly and allied nations, all islands between Praetonia and Zeppelin Arctic Territories are officially claimed in the name of Imperator Sarius Publius I. In accordance with the Maritime Treaty of Gerburg (http://s6.invisionfree.com/OHS/index.php?showtopic=31), each island shall exude territorial waters to a maximum allowance of 200km. In addition, in order to adequately establish and defend these new claims, and taking into account the presence of potentially hostile vessels passing through the immediate vicinity, Controlled Shipping Zone will extend around certain parts of the island chain. The following nations will be affected:

Allanea
Fluffywuffy
Reichskamphen
Cherry Ridge
Pyschotic Psycho's
Imperial Land
Derscon
RightWing Conspirators
Any nation suspected to be supplying food, arms or fuel to the aforementioned.

Any unchartered merchant shipping from the above moving through the exclusion zone is liable to be destroyed without warning and any chartered merchant shipping moving through the Controlled zone is liable to be searched if there is reason to believe that its intent is to supply food, arms or fuel to the above nations. The arrangement will appear as follows, with red representing national waters, yellow representing the (Praetonian) sovereign waters of the newly claimed islands and the green representing the CSZ:

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v387/Praetonia/ExclusionZones.png

This exclusion zone will remain in place until the threat from the aforemention nations to Praetonian assets and shipping is determined to have passed, a decision which shall be reached with consultation with various allied and friendly nations. We do hope that no nations feel inconvenienced by these arrangements, and we are more than willing to discuss the arrangements bilaterally with any individual nation with specific greviances concerning the arrangement. The Democratic Imperium hopes that the world realises that these actions are not taken lightly and only to safeguard the assets and shipping of Praetonia.

Vox Populi, Vox Dei

[OOC: I honestly dont know how many / if any of those Feline claims, but if he does claim any then the map should show the green extending around them.]

Forward Command Post
Somewhere Outside Breinreich

"Welcome to Hogsweat, sir!" Shouted a Lieutenant Colonel, commander of one of the many regular Imperial Guard infantry battalions that were landing in the vast yet temporary airfields of Breinreich, over the all-consuming roar of helicopter blades.

The red-coated man who stepped off the helicopter either did not hear, or was ignoring the Colonel. He wore a magnificent red uniform with a purple silk sash, both of which were studded with medals and various crosses representing different honours and Orders.

"Sir! Welcome to Hogsweat," the Colonel tried again, moving closer to the Field Marshal whose enterage was forming up behind him with ceremonial sabres drawn. The Field Marshal handed the Colonel his hefty cloak and, as the helicopter began to lift off the ground once again, spoke.

"Does our deployment go to schedule, Colonel Verus?"

"Yes sir," the Colonel replied, struggling to keep up whilst carrying the large garment he had just been handed, "We have 120,000 men on the ground, 5,000 vehicles and another 10,000 artillery and anti-air pieces. We expect to have the rest of the army on the ground in time for the attack."

"If we participate in the attack. For now I wish the army to fortify the current border. We will be very well prepared for any Prussian attack, both now or in the future. I am having several heavy field guns shipped in, which we can fortify. There is every possibility that this war may bog down, and if we are counterattacked we need a stable border we can fall back on."

"We may not attack, sir?"

"Almost certainly we shall, dear Verus, but there are political concerns. Were you aware that our fleets have been ordered not to stray within 300 nautical miles of those of the enemy? Everything will go as planned, but the Liberal Imperialists are twitchy. They want war, but they dont want it to look like it was their fault."

"But it's not their fault, surely. The Prussians have invaded and we must sort them out. What is ambiguous?"

"Oh yes, I know. Politicians, however, are not rational beings. I imagine they will simply wait for someone to shell our positions and then attack, or else fabricate some vessel running our new blockade. How about stores?" The Field Marshal asked abruptly, clearly not wanting to continue the previous
discussion.

"Stores... we are currently maintaining enough to feed the number of troops we will have in Hogsweat in 5 days time for at least 2 weeks. We have enough ammunition for a week's solid fighting. Currently, however, we do not have naval support, and those Titan guns will need sorting out."

"All in good time, Colonel. Our allies are attempting to deal with the Titan guns. It is my belief that the Allaneans will simply overfire them, and have to replace the barrels. That will take time. Time which we can utilise. Now back to your Battalion. I am preparing orders for the first battalions to move to the frontlines."

"Yes sir!" The Colonel saluted, a salute which the Field Marshal returned, prompting his enterage to snap to attention.

[OOC: And some nice naval propaganda (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v387/Praetonia/Prussiawarposter3.jpg).]
Allanea
27-06-2005, 23:35
OOC: Omz, please list, in a separate OOC post, your ship losses - unless that post already accounts for them. My total losses here are pretty high, even though Titan gun losses are low - I am sacrificing a huge amount of UCAV’s to protect them.

Yasmarea

As the Omzian aircraft came in, they now received the withering fire of the new Fluffywuffian troops. All aircraft available were in the air and fighting, a large proportion of the squadrons diverted against the FB-22D’s, firing a hail of short-range air-to-air EMP weapons at them, then firing on-board autocannon, then, if necessary, driving the very UCAV itself bodily into the FB-22D in a last-ditch effort to save the Titan cannons. Given that Allanea still had about 300 UCAV’s, this worked, to an extend - the fact 2.5 tons of explosive could do only limited damage to the horror that was the Titan. Two Titan guns were shot down, however, one had a burned out barrel, and 200 UCAV’s were lost. The firing continued from the other cannon, at the same slow rate, now switching to the use of white phosphorus incendiary rounds, focusing on the biggest ships, as they would be notably hardest to miss - one salvo per thirty minutes, letting the barrels cool down. The salvos of the 25 guns were now divided evenly between five different carriers. No matter how inaccurate the cannon were - and they were much more accurate than some might expect with a cannon that size - just as a .50 rifle is more accurate at long range than a .22 LR., and for many of the same reasons.

The remaining UCAV’s were sliced apart by heavy air-to-air fire, bombed on the ground when they landed, or crashed when trying to land on bomb-shattered land sites. Out of the ten control sites, eight were destroyed by bunker-busters, their insides becoming either furnaces or grave sites, where the pro-Allanean volunteers were buried alive - or burned alive. Most of those volunteers were not true soldiers - mere children, maybe sixteen or seventeen years old. They have never known combat of any kind - much less this kind of horror.

Sergeant Martha Lencke ( http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=9138120&postcount=71) was comparatively lucky in this debacle - the bunker buster hit the very tip of their command centre, and the left side of the ceiling caved in, snapped wires dancing everywhere, mutilating those caught by surprises. She was not hurt - not initially at least - and she thought herself lucky. Until she looked to her left.

When the bomb struck, one of the cables hit the boy she had earlier kissed on the back - and he was thrown forward, face first into his computer monitor. Now he has jerked instinctively back, causing himself even more terrible slicing wounds in the process. He was sitting in the chair next to her, bits of broken glass protruding from his face, his eyes sliced open and flowing slowly down his cheeks, his entire face an incoherent mass of blood, distorted in horror and suffering. He was looking for her - twitching his bloodied hands in the air, searching, searching, maybe for only girl in his life to give him a kiss. He spoke out - half-whisper, half-moan.

"Martha…. kill me, please…. kill me….please… I love you…"

She screamed in terror… looking as the boy whose name she never knew jerked about in the fiery hell, looking for the love he had never had.. Many would go insane at this moment. Martha didn’t. She levelled her CAR-15 rifle at that face - doing the only decent thing she could, in that situation. She squeezed the trigger, twice, giving him the only measure of kindness she could, at the time. He fell to the ground like a sack. She looked about herself - and noticed that the outer door of the bunker open. And began walking out, slowly, having to force herself to make every step. The face of that boy shocked her worse than a shell would, and now she needed to force herself to move on.

She never later could recollect how she walked out of that bunker. Later, she was told she came back a second later to haul out a wounded operator. Then another. Then another. She didn’t know if it was true. She did remember standing outside and watching three more bombs finish off the bunker. The wounded were next to her.
Omz222
28-06-2005, 00:23
OOC: Excuse me for a last OOC post here... Skinny and I were already pounding your Titan Guns with bunker busters, including me, who launched 200 hypersonic missiles and an assortment of bunker busters (a few tens of them) on the 30-something Titan Guns still in commission. Only 2 guns are down? I will take ship losses (though WP? not a good anti-carrier weapon considering the amount of fire fighting measures taken since the Forrestal fire), but the fact that only 2 guns were lost under intense bombardment is simply unacceptable.

edit - here (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=9147658#post9147658) is the OOC thread. Please post all further OOC posts in there. Thanks!
Austar Union
28-06-2005, 00:55
Central Command
Anatoba City, the Absolutionist State of Austar Union

The Emperor had been stationed almost exclusively in his command bunker which was in an undisclosed location. A double was left there, and all the evidences of his presence remained behind, even his specific personal guards and attendants.

He was spirited out quickly and quietly. Placed on an Imperial Passenger Jet with slight modifications to the cabin, the Emperor flew above the Capitol of Austar Union. He needed his presence there to remain an absolute secret and had contracted with the Austarians to ensure that it remained so.

Like all other passanger jets, it waited its turn to land, but its passenger, dressed in modern civilian clothing...and rather inconspicuously at that...was immediately escorted off the plane rather than exiting through a terminal.

A black car met him at the runway and we was spirited away to the predetermined location of the meeting between the two leaders. (OOC: You can decide where that is, Austar.)

On the way, Napoleon hastily changed out of his Versace suit and into his more usual attire, something he felt would be better suited to meeting with Lord Indigo, an early 19th century style embroidered jacket, designed after the one worn by Napoleon I in the famous painting of him in his study. He decided against wearing his Imperial Guard uniform. He was here to talk peace, not war.

Indigo waited cordially in the study, where he had planned to await for his guest. Waiting for just a few minutes now, he folded his arms and checked the time. And it was ticking. In the meantime, Napoleon had been welcomed by the staff from within the deep belly of the building, and was being escorted to the door. Told to wait, his escort softly knocked on the door.

"Lord Blue, Sir, Emperor Napoleon of Greater Prussia to see you," he announced politely.

Indigo stood to his feet, and opened the door, recognising the man immediatly. Opening the room to him further, Indigo welcomed him with a handshake.

"Emperor, I am glad you could make it. Please, come inside," he invited smiling.

Giving the man a seat, Indigo made his way over to the bar where he poured Napoleon a glass of scotch, on the rocks. During this time, it was evident that Napoleon was somewhat amazed by the study. It was so luxurious, mahogany, velvet, leather, an open fire... all the creature comforts. On the walls, it was decorated with art the history of several important families - one of those being Lord Blue's himself. Others included the von Hanskoff family, the Matriachas - of whom were murdered late in the last century, and a few others he didnt recognise immediatly.

"I understand that you have a matter of urgent discussion," began Indigo, handing him the glass. "Unfortunately, I have only a limited time, so we will have to make this rather quick."

Indigo took his seat, a comfortable - yet executive looking armchair. It was part of the set of two, its matching brother being beneath Napoleon. Kept warm by the fire nearby, he smiled and awaited the Prussian to take his lead.
Austar Union
28-06-2005, 01:22
Isle of the Ravenspire
Northern Haven, Haven

Riddick smiled when he had heared the news that the Praetonians had been willing to comply, and take up their own efforts to block Prussian shipping to and from Haven. Now that they had their physical supply and command efforts cut, it was time to work on destroying the chain of command within Mainland Edolia. If this was possible, it would create a standard case of confusion among Prussian and Allanean commanders within the area. With little or no contact with each other, and with absolutely no contact from their home, Greater Prussia - the lack of ability to contact one another would build a scenario whereby the armies would fall apart, attack each other by mistake, have no cooporation between themselves. As a result, their forces would become grossly overwhelmed by that of Hogsweat, bringing a swift victory to the allies of Haven.

"What do you suggest," asked Riddick to one of the men in his office.

"At the moment, I feel they are more concerned with the lack of supply, and could attempt to run our exclusion zone. If they try that, then it will create problems on our Western Front," commented one of them.

Nodding, Riddick agreed, "Right, then bolster the defense in and around the Isle. Tell me when and if you see Prussian shipping within two hundred kilometres of here or the exclusion zone. If you do, I want you to hail and stop them from approaching. Make a watch on submarines also."

The first man saltuted and left the room.

Turning to another, Riddick decided to give his second order, "There is a difficult balance as to how Napoleon will react to the Praetonian decree, coupled with our own. Together, we have made their shipping efforts hell, however I am certain that he has the option of applying for the use of Z.M.I. waters up north. If I am right, he will avert the courses and tides of his operations. If they do that in the meantime, I am also certain that they will make use of the northern tips of Edolia Prime. Anyhow, whilst technically we remain a non-combattant, we can accept the duties of jamming operations."

Overhead, in space - within a few hours the sattelites would have been activated, specifically to beam down a high amount of radio static into central portions throughout Edolia. Effectively, this would have blocked all radio transmissions throughout that nation, and the armies would have to make use of other means. Areas targeted the most included, the Northern Ports of Edolia, to kill shipping transmissions; just north of the Edolian / Hogsweatian Border, where the armies of Greater Prussia were stationed. And general command points throughout Edolia, of the Prussians. With communications knocked out to the inth degree within Edolia, and with no way to trace the exact source of the jamming operation, Prussians would now have a hell of a time trying to defend from an enemy who collaborated with near perfection, whilst they had just lost the means to do so on their own behalf.
Ancient and Holy Terra
28-06-2005, 03:15
Arc Terra AFB
Collective Allied Airfields
Whitby, Hogsweat

Whitby was alive with activity. As busy as it had been previously, the arrival of thousands of Terran aircraft had kicked it into overdrive. Every runway was crowded with aircraft, some of them landing less than a minute behind the previous aircraft. Thousands of Terran and Hogsweatian personnel rushed back and forth, directing the bombers, fighters, and transports to anywhere they could be stored: Airport parking lots, school yards, adjacent highways; in several cases, flights of UCAVs were loaded aboard cargo trucks and driven to a nearby beach. In the space of a few hours, 2000 aircraft took up temporary residence in Whitby. Over 100 Terran fighters, along with a number of AL-52 airborne lasers and nearly 300 RAQ-15 'Stealthhawk' UCAVs, patrolled the skies above Whitby, ensuring that no enemy force would threaten the assembled airforce. While the airbases and airports retained their proper names, Terran Command had taken to calling the collective facilities Arc Terra in communiques.

General Kariudo and General Kido climbed from their aircraft, shrugging off their flight gear and carrying their helmets beneath their arms. Several aides hurried up behind them as they crossed the tarmac. They spotted an assembled group of Hogsweat officers and ran to meet them, crossing a nearby runway before they were smashed by an incoming EB-1C 'Vampire'.

General Kariudo held out his hand and introduced himself. "Greetings, my allies. I am General Sango 'Hunter' Kariudo, head of the Ancient Terran Strategic Bomber Command. This is my second, Lieutenant General Jyou 'Shade' Kido. We're here to put an end to any problems you may have. My forces are currently being armed and fueled. I suppose the only question I have is: Where do you need us?"
Derscon
28-06-2005, 06:21
OOC: Post sucks, I know. I'm tired and cranky, you'll have to forgive.
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Orbital Defense Grid 065

In Space

The massive military space station moved from its geosynch'ed orbit over Allanea to position itself over Edolia.

"Sir, we have located multiple Austarian jamming satellites." The communications officer walked over.

"Damnit! That's why we can't contact the navy. Okay, report to NMCC."

"Yessir." Five minutes later, the communique came back from NMCC, after being bounced from multiple satellites as to avoid the jammers.

ORDERS:

You are to jam the Austar satellites. You are to ensure no physical harm
comes to them.

Commence orders immediately.

The communications officer took the orders to the officer in charge, General Xavier Akbahnda.

"Sir, we have recieved orders to jam the Austar satellites." The General nodded.

"Good. Send them to Satellite." With that, the orders were faxed into the center of the station -- Weapons Control.

Weapons Control, Station 065

A three dimensional holodisplay of the surrounding area was in the center of the room. The ODG-065 was in the center, with the Austar satellites around it, and Earth's atmosphere at the bottom. A large screen over to one side displayed the status of the Austar satellites. As of now, they all said "targeted."

The weapons officer, a major general, got over the comm. "Commence firing protocols now." The technies all typed into their computers, and the red flashing lights went off around the room. A female robotic voice could be heard.

"Two minutes until jamming." With that, the weapons officer went over to his comm to tell the Comm officer that the firing system has commenced.

That message started a comm frenzy to come, that gave many people heart attacks in NMCC.

When the Communications head got word, he sent off a message to NMCC.

Firing commencing in one minute.

Down at National Military Command Center, they were happy, and the fire clock was on display on a nearby computer. However, things got ugly when the timer reached thirty seconds.

"Shit! Call it off! We have orders to cease fire!"

So, a five second message was sent back to the Global Defense Grid, where the comm officer recieved it with fifteen seconds until it fired. By the time the cease fire order got to the Weapons Officer, there was seven seconds left. He literally jumped on the comm.

"KILL THE FIRE CLOCK! HOLD FIRE!" Well, the techies had five seconds to call it off.

Unfortunately, it took six.

The jammers fired at the satellites, jamming them for less than one second, and then went offline again, allowing the Austar weapon satellites to bombard Edolia once more. The following message was sent to the National Military Command Center:"

RTFN Priority

CONCERNING: ODG 065; JAMMING

FIRING STOPPED, BUT TOO LATE. SATELLITES JAMMED FOR < 1 SEC. NO
CONCERN. WILL BE DISMISSED AS FLUKE BY AUSTAR PERSONNEL.

"Pray to God, boy, that you're right," a colonel at the NMCC said to the piece of paper.
Austar Union
28-06-2005, 09:29
Command Centre - Somewhere

Standing somewhat around a dark table, a few gentlemen were engaging in light conversation when they were interupted by a lesser officer. He looked calm, yet concerned in the meantime.

"Forgive me, Officers," he said looking around at them all. "I have recieved a report that Satellites Seveny Eight B, and Eighty Three C have been placed offline at 0436, for a period of Zero, Point Seven Six Seconds. Suggestions are that it was a computer malfunction, but would you like to investigate further?"

One of the officers took a cigar from his mouth, "Log it boy, and see what you can find. Otherwise, I suggest you're right."

As the boy left, he could hear chuckling coming from behind him. Such was the life of a lower-man.
New Sigmisund
28-06-2005, 10:38
The Greater Prussian Dukedom of New Sigmisund declares it's intention to assist the united prussian forces in haven and pledges monetary and military aid to forces present
Fluffywuffy
28-06-2005, 19:27
OOC: Thanks for the list, Omz22. Not much time right now, will post more later.

IC:

Port Arthursburg, a large naval base on the west coast of Fluffywuffy, was a buzzing beehive of activity. The new super-battleships from the Golden Throne (The Maccabees) were on a rushed schedule--they had to be to Yasmarea yesterday. Not only that, but they had to have an entire naval taskforce arranged for them, not only for anti-air support but for carrying the numerous troops, weapons, supplies, aircraft, and tanks that the Second Empire was going to pledge. The piddling nothing that had been deployed earlier--one leg-infantry division with no tanks or APCs, a few hundred aircraft, and a small flotilla built around two out-dated carriers--required reinforcements.

And so dockworkers rushed to hastilly prepare the ships required and assemble both the neccesary merchant and naval fleet. It was a boring if fast-paced job of signing papers, loading boxes of supplies, rolling tanks onto merchant vessels, and so on and so forth. Within a week or so, the entire task force would set sail for better or worse to Yasmarea, approaching from the South. For now, a few C-5 Galaxies loaded mainly with combat engineering units sped toward Allanea, preparing to literally pave the way for allied forces.
Skinny87
28-06-2005, 20:17
Five Miles Offshore of Yasmerea

The Republican aircraft had landed on the decks of the two original Carriers, the Intrepid and the Ferris, just after 0100 hours. Of the original 106 Republican Aircraft that had taken off shortly before midnight from the two carriers, barely a third of them had made it back. More than fourty aircraft had been lost from MANPAD and AAA fire over the Yasmerean defences, and a dozen more had been so badly hit that they had either crashed into the ocean or ejected into Yasmera itself. They were effectively lost for now - the enemy defences were so heavy in places that an air rescue was out of the question, despite the fact that each pilot was a valuable asset to the Republican military.

Thirty-five aircraft, mainly the faster and more agile fighters, managed to make it back to the fleet, though an F/A 18 lost control and crashed on the flight-deck of the Intrepid, putting it out of action for several vital hours. The rest had landed, taxied and the repairs were beginning on the planes, but it would be a long process; it was also a bitter one. Never before had the Republican airforce ever suffered casualties like those over the Yasmerean defences, and there were to be many recriminations from the pilots over how they had taken so many losses. Lessons had to be learnt though, and though the casualties had been high, valuable things had been learnt and would be used in future operations.

Whilst the aircraft complement of the original two Carriers had been depleted by the operation, the fleets had been reinforced by two light Carrier fleets and a third Heavy Carrier Force, bringing the number of Carriers in Yasmerea to a total of five, and the number of available aircraft to nearly five hundred flight-capable. The next wave of fighter-bombers and their escorts were fuelled and armed, ready to take off and head towards the remaining, battered, enemy defences. However, they had been stopped by a command from the Grey House - apparently, or so the scuttlebutt went, there was a peace-treaty on the table, and the diplomats were trying to make a deal.

This mattered little to many of the bitter and angry pilots of the first wave, but to those in the reinforcement Fleets and Divisions, it meant the possibility of an end to the conflict in Yasmerea. Only a few realised that, even if this happened, there was still the conflict in Edolia itself to be fighting in - a much bigger and more dangerous war...
Allanea
28-06-2005, 20:43
And indeed, Allanea has announced a proposed peace treaty. The broadcast went out to alll sides:

[quote='Blatterschpitt Peace Accords']
Proposed new map (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v42/allanea/Maps/peace.png)

1. All hostility will immediately cease and troops will withdraw to the respective territories, as showno n

2. Amount of Imperial troops within the Edolian Penninsula will be reduced to 750,000 troops and 1,000 aircraft in total. None of those troops will move into Edolia proper, as showon on the map above

3. A third party will becalled upon to protect the Edolian-Hogsweatian border.

4. The HNDI treaty shall be respected.

5. Yasmarea will be become an independent nation.

6. All imperial Doujin-class ships shall be withdrawn from Haven.

7. All signatories of this treaty will enter a pact of mutual non-agression.[/uote]

While most of those clauses needed approval by the Greater Prussian Emperor to work, Allanea and Omz22 has already agree to end hostilities - and Allanea was only waiting for the Omzzians to clear the area for pull out. In the meanwhile, Allanean forces were orking like mad to destroy every bit of Edolian military infrastructure - Titan guns had huge amounts of plastique shoven down their barrels and blown up, the spare barrels where torch-cut repeatedly, the shells were piled on the old runways and set afire, going off in a blaze of final destruction.



OOC: Look, the war has fallen into confusion. Bickering over "you couldn't have done that, you could-have" ,time scale confusion, and general OOC bickering. This will not go well. I feel that my words that the Empire does not mean evil to Haven need to be backed up. I hope this will be well accepted by the participants. Fluffywuffy, can you please start pulling out?
Omz222
28-06-2005, 21:44
Open Declaration of Temporary Ceasefire
Omzian Forces High Command

As of this 0900 hours AM, East Omzian-Yasmarean time, on this day of Tuesday, June 28th, Dakarie Year 95, after initial meetings and communications with the Allanean government, a decision has been reached as the Omzian forces in the theatre around Yasmarea will cease all hostilities and military operations against Allanean, Fluffywuffian, and possibly Allanean-allied forces in the vicinity of Yasmarea. In return, Allanean, Fluffywuffian, and other Allanean-allied forces will crease hostilities against Omzian forces, and will pull out Yasmarea starting at this time. Further, all Allanean or Allanean-allied paramilitary, civil security, intelligence, or any other authoritive or governmental forces will pull out from Yasmarea, along with the ending of all Allanean or Allanean-allied influence in the government of Yasmarea, with the exception of trade. Thus, it is expected that if this is completed and if the nation of both sides (including Fluffywuffy and Skinny) agrees to this term, an independent and autonomous government will be set up in Yasmarea as the offical governing authority of an sovereign nation of Yasmareans, consisting of the existing territory that is currently termed and labelled geographically and politically as "Yasmarea".

Operations Sandbox and Quicksand are to be suspended and postponed indefinately, followed by a cancellation of these operations against Yasmarea and Allanea/Allanea-allied forces in the area in this timeframe, until Allanea or/and their allies involved breaks these terms and/or ceases their pullout, and again seeks hostilities against Omzian forces and/or expands their influence into Yasmarea itself. As we are well aware that our Allanean counterparts are already proceeding with their pullout, we can only hope the Fluffywuffian forces to follow suit, and ceases all hostilities against Omzian and allied forces. If Fluffywuffian forces continues their hostilities against Omzian and/or allied forces (including Skinny forces), it will be treated as a direct attack against the Omzian homeland itself.

As we are optimistic about the prospect of a peaceful Yasmarea and a calm southern Haven without turmoil or sufferings, we are glad that despite after this series of hostilities between Omzian and Allanean and Fluffywuffian forces, we are able to seek a peaceful solution to this problem at hand. However, if Allanean and Fluffywuffy forces decides to return to a state of hostility in the vicinity of Yasmare and in southern Haven, the Omzian forces would not hesitate to reply in kind.

The supreme commander of the Omzian Forces High Command, Chief of Staff Field Marshal Jonas HOGAN of the Omzian Army, wishes to meet and confer with his Allanean counterparts to offically bring this ceasefire into effect.

Signed,

Field Marshal Jonas HOGAN (Army),
Omzian Forces High Command,
Omzian People's National Defence Forces

Fleet Admiral Logan HAGRAS (Navy),
Omzian Forces High Command,
Omzian People's National Defence Forces

Air Marshal Noran MORANO (Air Force),
Omzian Forces High Command,
Omzian People's National Defence Forces
Fluffywuffy
28-06-2005, 22:28
General Artorious Rex was outraged. Pull out? Pull out when Fluffywuffy was amassing a large enough task force to defend Yasmarea? The Allaneans had to be using some type of mind-altering drug. The General required instructions. He picked up his military-grade sattelite phone and called the Emperor.

The phone rang. The general could feel the nervousness overpowering him, the fear of the Emperor's wrath or an insane order stooped in rage. He had several more seconds to ponder that the Emperor may have been napping, or might have been interupted in some private event as the phone rang on. Finally, the Emperor, obviously annoyed, picked up.

"This is the Emperor."

The general audiably gulped. "My Lord, Omz222 has called for a ceasefire and withdrawl from Yasmarea. They've consulted with the Allaneans and-"
"Good! I take it we just kicked their asses and they are retreating?" The shaking of the head could be heard across the world. "No sir. At this point, victory is far from sight on either side. The task force we are assembling could defeat the Omzian forces, but there is an added complication. Allanea is withdrawing and recognizing Yasmarea as an independent nation. So, sir, the question is what shall I do?" That brought pause to the Emperor. "Withdrawl to a more defensible position, set up defenses, and call for a ceasefire. We then call for talks between Omz222, Allanea, and ourselves. But make it clear we have temporarily ended hostilities depending on the results of the talks. Now, begone, I have some guests," he grinned at his wife, "I need to entertain."
"Yes sir."

The general had his orders, and he had to follow them. The message was sweet and simple to his forces: Cease all hostilities and retreat from enemy forces. Prepare a defensive line in case hostilities break out. Ends. Now he had to relay his government's position to Omz222. That was accomplished via a radio transmission on all known enemy military frequencies.

This is General Artorious Rex of the Second Empire of Fluffywuffy. After consulting with the Emperor, I have ordered my forces to end hostilities and retreated to a different line. At sea, air, and land, our forces have stopped hostilities. However, our forces shall not withdrawl quite yet. The Emperor has requested that a meeting take place between himself and the Allanean and Omzian leaders. At such a meeting we can all decide the fate of Yasmarea and a withdrawl schedule. But to show that the Second Empire is serious about peace, I myself shall remain at my current position. My forces shall retreat several miles behind my current position and I will remain vulnerable. That is all
Omz222
28-06-2005, 22:48
The Omzian government and the Omzian military, anticipating the withdrawal of all forces from the grounds of Yasmarea, must note that the withdrawal of both Allanean and Fluffywuffian forces must be accomplished before it is hoped that peace can succeed and our current ceasefire can stay in effect. As we treat the occupation of Yasmarea - which is a neighbour of the Omzian republic less than 1000km away geographically - as not only a grave concern for the region, but also a potential threat to our own homeland security as well, it would be a far cry from exaggeration to state that the Omzian nation is more than willing to mobilize all of her forces to dedicate themselves into the effort of evicting potentially harmful foreign influence from Yasmarea. Likewise, teh formation of Yasmarea as a sovereign nation free from foreign influence is also important for not only the sake of the Yasmarean people - who has long suffered under occupation by Edolian, then Allanean, authorities - but also regional security as well.
Thus, the Omzian government would like to invite Allanean and Fluffywuffian leaders onto the flagship of the Omzian Navy Southern Fleet, the battleship ONCS Republic, stationed in the Omzian city of Hogan Point, to discuss further about putting the official and final seal on the ceasefire and peace in Yasmare at hand. Field Marshal Hogan, the Chief of the Omzian High Command, will represent the president and the Omzian Ministry of National Defence.

Signed,
Ministry of Foreign Affairs
Omzian Democratic Republic

OOC: Another thread should be created for this meeting.
Austar Union
29-06-2005, 01:08
Central Command
Isle of the Ravenspire, North Haven

"What?!" boomed Riddick, having the Officer cower just slightly. "Why would the Allaneans try this, right when we are in negotiations with Napoleon ourselves?"

The Officer frowned, "Unfortunately, I have no information as to why. I assume, Sir, that they are making an attempt to bring peace to the situation, and diffuse the war from their end."

"An admirable effort, of course," replied Riddick, still mad. "But dont you consider it rather... fucking annoying that they would go over the heads of the better negotiations? I mean, I dont know what Napoleon's opinion of the Allaneans are, but they have certainly gone over his head to draw the treaty themselves. Otherwise he would be in a meeting with Indigo to discuss such a treaty between ourselves and Greater Prussia."

"Still sir..." the Officer argued.

" - Still what!" yelled Riddick at the fool before him, "Get the hell out of here! I have a God-Damn headache, and I need time to think about this..."

Without any kind of knowledge how Napoleon would take the treaty, he fumed in rage toward the Allaneans. By creating their own treaty, and going over the head of both Napoleon and Indigo over the matter, they had effectively cut both of them from the negotiation phase, whereby each would make their own concessions regarding the territory of mainland Edolia. And in the Union, it had been going so well already. Burn the heretics... Burn Allanea.
Austar Union
29-06-2005, 01:33
Central Command
Anatoba City, Austar Union

It was unfortunate that Napoleon had been half-way through a sentance when Indigo had recieved the message. Having to politely ask him to pause, he listened while the DataChip inside of his brain broadcasted a message in the form of 'thought-transmission'. Although not quite powered by 'Magic', or 'Psychic Powers', it was powered by the very technology developed and manufactured within the Union. Indigo listened carefully, while the important message was broadcasted for his 'digital ears', and his 'digital ears' only.

<<Command Liazon: Haven>>: Lord Blue, I must apoligies for interrupting you. However I have some important news which is rather urgent, and nessasary to create the inconvenience it is to you now. Allanean Political Powers have broadcasted a Haven-Wide Treaty, regarding the conflict in general. They have designed several points, and so far intelligence tells that so far, only Allanean and Omzian signatures are present.

<<Lord Indigo Blue>>: Do not respond to the treaty, and do not cease current actions. If you are approached in particular, blow them off - tell them that authorities are considering it, and they can wait our response. In the meantime, let me handle Napoleon.

<<Command Liazon: Haven>>: Yes Sir, Understood.

"My apoligies, Emperor." said Indigo once his transmission was offline. "I have unfortunately recieved a transmission which may be of concern to you. The Allaneans have broadcasted a conflict-wide treaty, and have gone over your head, I assume. The Allaneans have spoken on behalf of Greater Prussia. Will we still continue these talks, or should I presume them finished?"

In the meantime, in the region of Haven - Austarian Satellites continued their Jamming Exersises through-out Edolia. They did not stop, they did not pause. They simply persisted, with great and excellent success. And the exclusion zone never ceased to exist. In fact, nothing had changed. There was no word from Austarian authorities regarding the treaty, and on being approached in particular, representatives of the Union had been ordered to give a simple answer to their interregators.

"It's been passed on to Austarian authorties, and they are reviewing the treaty as we speak," they would answer. "You will be notified as soon as a desision has been reached."
Skinny87
29-06-2005, 19:52
Grand Republic, Dowland City, Grey House

The end of the conflict on the Republics side came about swifly and efficently. At 19:00 Hours the President recieved official word of the Omzian proposal for a ceasefire, and was given the documents detailing the articles of the proposed treaty. At 19:45 Hours, after reading through the documents, the President drafted a reply to the documents to be sent to all concerned and affected nations in Haven, and a copy to be released publicly for the media and the public themselves. At 20:04 Hours, the President contacted Republican forces in the Yasmerean area of Operations and called for an immediate ceasefire and end to all offensive military operations in the theatre, though defensive operations were, of course, still authorised.

The war, it seemed, was over for the Republic. Well, in Yasmerea at least...
Derscon
30-06-2005, 02:28
Kremlin Palace, Rekjyavich Andropov Military City

Council Room

"And just how the hell are we gonna get this message to the troops?" Alexei cried out. "Austar has communications jammed, and that damned Napoleon won't let me do a thing about it!" Field Marshal Wellesley looked up.

"Considering those are my troops down there, we'd damned well better do something about it!" It was rare that the old Field Marshal ever raised his voice, but even he was growing tired of politics interfering with warfare. Thankfully for Alexei, Arthur knew it wasn't the Czar's fault.

"I have an idea. Risky, but necessary."

"Shoot." CINCAIR Vladimir Ramius stood up.

"It would require jamming Austar's satellites for about three seconds for the message to go through. Unfortunately, they may not dismiss this as a fluke as they did the last time." The Czar sighed.

"Do it." Franz von Papen, the foreign minister, raised an eyebrow.

"If Austar retaliates--"

"THEN WE WILL TURN IT INTO GLASS!" Alexei shouted. Heads turned, and Prince John smirked. Peace is a lie, he thought to himself. There is only passion; Through passion I gain strength; Through strength I gain power; Through power I gain victory.

"Strong, passionate words those are, my brother," the Prince said.

"I have every right to be passionate." The Prince nodded. Good.
================================
In Space

Again, the jamming sequence was initiated.

"FIVE....FOUR....THREE....TWO....ONE....MARK."

On that voice command, the Austarian satellites were jammed for exactly three seconds -- enough to get the ceasefire command to all Prussian forces on the ground, and they were rejammed.
Austar Union
30-06-2005, 07:10
Command Center - Somewhere

Still standing around since the lower part had left, the Officers were still enjoying each other's company, this time however, around the table with a deck of playing cards. It was poker tonight, and with consideration of the fact that no different orders had been recieved here, they were free to relax while the computer resources worked overtime on the mission, Jamming in particular, and acting as a Liazon to the satellites. Bursting into the room, the boy, that same bloody boy interupted them all. George, a large but balding man sat back and threw his cards down, obviously annoyed.

"What the hell do you want," he growled.

"Officer," he reported. "The computer has logged another downtime for the Satellites. Three seconds this time. However, it is not reported as a computer malfunction but rather that the cause of trouble has been pinpointed with geographic and communicational technology to a point somewhere sir, under the control of Derscon."

George stood to his feet, and took his Jacket, "I suppose I am out of this one boys. Nice game."

Central Command
Isle of the Ravenspire, Haven

"... and the cause of this downtime, marked at approximately three seconds, has been found to be of Derscon origin. Calculated by several factors, we are under the belief that they have spent the time to Jam our satellites. Now, also under consideration of the resources provided by the Intelligence Directorate of Austar Union, we have found that during that three second phase, a communication broadcast has swept across Edolia, passing the message of the cease-fire under the agreement of several nations. Action advised..."

Riddick read the report and smiled. So they would use Jamming technology on his own satellites, would they? Remembering his personal knowledge - while particularly half-vague - on Derscon, it only made sense. Their leaders, were more of the militant type, typical to support such nations as the United States of Allanea. Anyhow as much reason as he had to be mad, with regards to the Jamming Exersise the Dersconi had taken on, he still stood to see reason. There was little need to create an international incident over this, and Riddick was hardly a man of double standard. He had afterall, ordered his own Jamming of the Communicational Channels through-out Edolia.
Reichskamphen
03-07-2005, 06:30
OOC: I truly appologize for my absence. Coming to Miami I tripped and hit my head quite hard. It was not fun and I was not in any state to come on. I haven't read any updates, but I would please ask if everyone would do a favour to me and anything that involved me but progressed without me be rewound to the extent that I would have been able to participate. If this is not possible, I will try to pick up where y'all are. Sincere appologies.
Allanea
03-07-2005, 08:02
OOC: Nothing really progressed. I suggested a peace treaty about 12 OOC hours after your departure and it all ground to a halt.
Reichskamphen
05-07-2005, 07:02
Emperor Napoleon looked at the copy of the treaty he had been handed. The Allaneans had done splendid work with it. He nodded for his servant to hand him a pen. With a few graceful strokes, he signed it and handed the paper off to the official couriers who took it away.

OOC: Sorry for the crappy post. Better tommorrow.