NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: This is a semi-closed non-canonical occupation of Perimeter Defense, with me and Roania playing our respective nations. Anyone may not participate directly in the RP, but may portray background discussions and news articles pertaining to the event.

If you want to talk outside of the occupation, you may also write reviews of the "book" or write reactionary statements to it.

IC:

The acclaimed Perimetrian writer Turgas Mujabo had an idea one day, after reading Andie Lederman's So This Is War for the seventh time. Concerning a war at the homefront, how would such an event play out given an appropriate transplantation to Perimeter Defense? Taking it a step further, how would an occupation of the Grand Unified Federation Perimeter Defense be executed by a capable offensive force? By the militaristic culture and indoctrination of every citizen, no one was a noncombatant, and this would mean perpetual guerilla and attrition warfare. You never really depleted the fighting force of the country, so you could expect a hellish settlement.

The answer was that the occupation would be, to say the least, devastating to both countries. A sizable chunk of the oppressor's military would be needed to subdue the country, and all moves would have to be lightning fast, because such was the response time of the nation whose very foundation was, to say it simply, perimeter defense. The story was now coming into view.

Mujabo now needed an aggressor. Consulting with the governments and military journalists and writers of other nations, he at last settled with Novar Ohan, who offered their assistance in the novelization of a fictional, simulated occupation of Perimeter Defense. Battle plans were drawn as though the whole thing would actually take place, and military men on both sides met to discuss defensive systems and non-secret information about the offensive or defensive capabilities of either nation.

It was shown then that while Perimeter Defense's citizens were all as well-armed and well-trained as any other nation's soldiers, their morale was still tied to the structure of the people who were actually made to fight - the military. This meant that how much the military was able to fight would be how much the citizenry would also be able to fight. But there was a catch - as long as the military had a fighting chance of taking enemies down, their morale would be boosted to significant heights. The only real way to defeat the military and the people as well would be to wipe out the military in one extremely rapid blow. This would be very hard: There was not a region one kilometer across in the entire landmass that was not protected by an ABM turret or an experimental point-defense SSL. Also, each city had a military base and access to underground vehicular storage, and was also home to any number of buried nuclear devices that formed the "Scorched Earth Protocol," which involved blowing up cities while enemy movements raged above.

It would be a long and arduous procedure to detail the actual invasion, though - that one was made obvious not long into the process of outlining the story. So it was decided that the timeline of the novel would be approximately a year after the defeat of Perimeter Defense, and the settlement of Novar Ohan and her establishment of a powerful and evil regime on the nation. It was decided that the real Novar Ohan would have difficulty with the original proposed method of rapidly defeating the military, so the story goes that the citizens fled to build their forces up and start coordinating for a series of retaliatory strikes that would be the focus of the story. The novel was thus worked on, and entitled "End of Our Rule, Beginning of Our Glory," alluding to the idea that while she had fallen, Perimeter Defense was to be glorified in its epic warfare against her oppressors.

As was a mini-motif among Mujabo's works, the novel began from the perspective of the 'bad guys'...

OOC: And from this point onwards, the novel goes, unless I or Roania writes a fictional review.

Invasion: 0 Hours

The first sign that the invasion had begun were explosions far out to sea as the invader's navy ran into PD's submarine pickets. Flashes of light and occasional splashes echoed out to the cliffs and ports, but the speed of the assault was such that few submarines managed to send more than garbled warnings back home. Next came the heavy bombardment as battleships blasted along the cliffside, damaging, though not destroying, many of the cliffside batteries.

Return fire came quickly and heavily, breaking against the hulls of the invader's fleet and sending some ships to the bottom of the sea. The ground shook, suddenly, as bombers few overhead and delivered horrible nuclear payloads against the cliffs.

The battleships and their escorts, meanwhile, sailed on.


Invasion. 1 Hour


The coastal city was unprepared, insofar as any part of PD was ever unprepared. Naval bombardment came cripplingly fast, the weapons of battleships scouring the coast of life and defences as bombers flew overhead. Every few minutes the locals would raise a solid defence, knocking some bombers out of the sky, but the invaders would simply target the location of the AA fire with their weapons, raising massive gouges in the ground where once buildings had been.

Bombs dropped from the sky in their droves. Occasionally PD's vaunted fighters would rally against the bombers. However, the invader's own, much faster fighters quickly drove them out of the way, letting the bombers maintain their barrage.

Transport ships entered the protected harbour, pushing past the remains of port guards and through the flimsy remnants of local shipping. The local fighters manage to mount a ready defence, police and military uniting with civilians to reach ready posts. Occasional small-arms fire would be directed against the closed and sealed transport hatches, only for the bullets to bounce off the thick armour. Then, suddenly, there was silence. The bombers and fighters had vanished from the sky, and for a moment it looked like the defenders had pulled through.

Then there was a sharp whistling sound through the air. People may have had just enough time to look up as the missile flew overhead, and then there was a bright flash.

10 minutes later, the hatches clanged open and envirosuit-clad soldiers began to march through the port, killing everything that still lived.

(First draft! I'll talk to you about edits tomorrow, PD. :))

OOC: If this looks like wanking, take note that the novel starts with PD's occupation, so I'm just filling in with epic defense before I DIE.

IC:
Now when the attacks of Novar Ohan had come upon the shores of Perimeter Defense, there had been no warning at all, and thus PD was, by its own standards, unprepared. However, if this had been most other nations, then by around this time the whole nation should have fallen without much incident. PD, however, had a readiness level at all times that could easily match the equivalent "yellow alert" of some less militaristic country.

It was such that when the NBC-suited soldiers arrived on the beachhead, and a lot of armor had been deposited already on the coastline, everything evaporated. And that is quite a big everything, because it includes enemy air support, local ground troops and armor, and naval units unfortunate enough to be within the blast radius of the simultaneous detonation of ten embedded 7-megaton nuclear fusion weapons. It could be described as the aggressive disassembly of flesh and steel by atomic interactions, but really, it was just massive nuclear explosions destroying everything around - as per the Scorched Earth protocol, meaning the destruction of cities or locations which the enemy had conquered, preferably with the enemy included in the destruction.

Now the real counterattack began. Of course, the port city had to be sacrificed, but thankfully, citizens had shuffled through the subterranean tunnels to higher ground already. The entire coastline was at much lower ground than the plains of Perimeter Defense, and aggressors would need to constantly move against opponents with superior cover and defensive positions. At this point, with a fresh wave of enemy reinforcements scrambling over the smoldering, glassy remains of their beachhead, dozens of F-35D Lightning IIs screamed overhead, their highly-modified dual engines giving them the speed boost needed to streak into the enemy fighter/bomber formations - and wipe them out of the sky.

Now that PD had a temporary window of air superiority, ten Dreamer Gunships droned in. These modified An-225 transports carried awesome 40cm recoilless battleship guns that could pound most ground positions into dust, and give plenty of hurt to those who deserved it. They entered a circular path giving them free targeting on the soldiers and tanks moving about below, and let loose their barrage of massive shells. Dust kicked up and obscured the battlefield.

Meanwhile, a set of unmanned submarines had just been deployed from an underwater section of cliff, and with their quiet impellors and passive sonar, gently nudged some of the naval assets that were the source of landing craft and naval bombardment - and then exploded. Exploded with such force that shockwaves brought miniature tsunamis to bear, splashing water across decks of fortuitously unharmed vessels.

Finally, a stream of civilians - not military men! - began to come down from higher ground and take up firing positions by the rubble of ruined buildings; some had Javelins and SRAWs, while others rolled M214 minigun carts and salvaged autocannons. The defensive wall was set.

The invaders stumbled back, their nose bloodied. But they were by no means beaten. While their own submarines tracked and destroyed the unmanned PD vehicles, the battleships turned their attention to the cliffs facing them. In a matter of moments, the cliffs collapsed, revealing the service tunnels.

At a hand signal from the general, the next stage was begun. Tactical marines forced their way into the tunnel entrances, killing the civilian and light military resistance before they could even establish a blockade. Once that was done, the marines solidified their beachhead. Immediately following, spec ops teams vanished past the marines, disappearing into the network of tunnels with the saboteur's tools of choice. Their mission? Destroy everything.


Meanwhile, on the surface, the invaders were playing an increasingly deadly game of tit-for-tat. The nearest cliff-faces obliterated, they directed their weaponry upon the defenders at the beach. And then fired. Strange, metallic shells hit the ground, throwing up dust and scoring craters into the ground. For a moment, that was all. Then a whirring sound began, and a gas began to seep from the canisters, filling the city and rendering ground level a poisonous, deadly trap. That barrage finished, the battleships turned to more conventional shelling, while in the distnce, though drawing closer all the time, more transports were arriving, their hull-mounted machine guns firing at the beach but too far, as yet, to hit.

Scores of unprotected soldiers and civilians began dropping dead upon contact with the deadly gas, but the remainder quickly went underground to scrounge up NBC hardsuits to keep fighting despite the chemical warfare. Tunnel defenders were minimal in numbers, but a bunch managed to roll in some tanks from a district farther down. They'd been in transit for almost an hour now, and began firing almost as soon as they saw the invaders.

The number of civilian fighters now exceeded the remains of the military, and it soon became obvious that some more "innocents" needed to die now. This was made evident by the sudden influx of teenagers from a local high school which had just dismissed all classes for obvious reasons. From the past transgressions of this particular invading nation, the question was clear: Die as innocent high school students, or as defenders of the glorious homeland? The choice was equally clear as boys and girls aged 14-19 took up all manner of weapons, and suddenly the cliques of normal adolescent life were broken. There were no longer jocks and nerds, ditzes and bitches, but there was only one group of young men and women unified in the defense of Perimeter Defense.

Meanwhile, the leader of the nation, Directress Adrianne Cain, was reviewing reports on the intensity of the invasion, and now understood what sort of military deployment was taking place on her beaches. So she decided to put the entire country in a state of emergency, and began funneling defenders into the tunnels, ABM sites and nearby cities. As for herself, never one to sit behind a desk and watch the deaths of her own people, she took a transport plane to a city some three hundred kilometers away from the battlefield, to personally supervise troop movements.