NationStates Jolt Archive

To Blyclaaf:

"We stand ready."

"We are ready to move"
"Lock 'n' load baby!" :twisted:

The skies were grey as the cold front moved over the coast. The wind was gusty and seemed to come from different directions, as the massive Death Class Carrier moved slowly out of the Proximina Naval Port.

She would head towards Blyclaaf to meet with her nuclear powered sibling. Her payload was high tech. A number of armed UAVs and some 10 F/A-22 Protector Advanced Tactical Fighters as well as 45 FA2 Gull VSTOL Fleet Defence Fighters were on her deck. Eight hospital ships, 2 destroyers and a frigate flanked her sides. Her 5025 personnel were going about their tasks, aware of what lay ahead in that now barren place called Fardinia.

Somewhere high above in the uppermost parts of the atmosphere, the T-rod moved towards it's unsuspecting target...

The oldest division in the Blyclaafian Army, the 9th, rode in the back of trucks, through the bushland that is now New Blyclaaf. The division was the only one not moved during the Arani-Blyclaaf conflict, which is why it survived, completely intact. The soldiers inside hadn't seen combat, but were the most experienced division in the whole army. As the trucks rocked and threw the men off their seats, they passed the 42nd Brigade, or the "Suicide Brigade", moping around. Word had spread around the men, like wild fire, of their mission. The men of the 9th stared at them, thinking about what they were about to do.
"Hey, sir," Private Richardson asked his squad Sergeant, "How come they have to do what they have to do?" his voice soft and hard to pick up over the sound of the engine.
"They have been ordered to do it, so we can have a supposedly safe passage and land on our beaches successfully, without too many casualties. You do know we will be alone on Fardinia without reinforments, unless the Imperfect Darth forces swing around and help us, so we have to be as intact as possible." his Sergeant replied. His voice, deep and very 'rough', carried around the truck, and all the other soldiers in it could here. They continued to stare at the men of the 42nd.

Three trucks back, Captain Ilfed, of A Company, 1 Brigade, looked at the 42nd, and their sloppy dress, and unshaven faces. He was sitting at the very back of the truck, with the grenades cases placed next to him. The tail-gate of the truck rattled, the chain banging against the metal floor. His SMG lay across his lap, and acted as a desk. On the weapon's butt was a sheet of paper, and in his hand, was a pen. His handwriting was messy, as could expected by writing while riding in a truck. The letter was to his little cousin, who was part of the 2nd Division. After writing a few lines, he decided to quit, as his writing was unreadable. He put his feet on the box of grenades, and watched the world pass by.

General Mayah wrote on a peice of paper, what he wanted sent to Imperfect Darth, Derto and Mega Tau.
"How long until ships are ready to get men on and out of here? Who's gonna supply landing craft for diversionary attack? Who's using Paratroops and Helicopter bourne infantry?" His list ended there, and he passed the note to Brigadier Chamberlain, who sent the messages to the three recipients.

A small vodyanoi team patrolled beneath the surface, awaiting the arrival of its targets, the transport ships of Blyclaaf, the enemy. The stupid, though well trained monster that they rode moved about impatiently. The team has been underwater for several days now, only returning to base when they began to run out of the oxygen stored in the tanks which they had bought with them.
Similar such teams were spread out across the channel, though there were not as many as Lord Annilon would have wished. The vodyanoi training program was still relatively new, and their weren't enough well trained teams in order to completely blockade Blyclaaf, as would be ideal.

[OOC: *Kicks Arani toward IRC*]

[ooc: *Is Kicked*]

On Arani TV appeared Lord Annilon, live, at the raised podium before the Naraquil Palace. His face was in the expression it usually was in when he was about to announce something of importance, grim and determined, radiating assuredness.
"People of Arani," he began, looking down upon the many people arrayed below him. "The end of this conflict rapidly approaches, for the enemy is gathering force against us. We stand still with few allies, and we are prepared. Yet there are those in our midst who still would betray us to the overwhelming forces of the enemy. This scum betray us in our darkest hour, undermining the efforts of everyone who has worked for the good of the drow.
Those who will not take up arms in order to fight this invasion have one surface day to be beyond the borders of Arani. Those who will rally to my banner and that of Lloth in order to defend the honour of this land, there will be places where you can sign up and be armed. When the scum of the surface come, we shall be prepared."

[ooc: Sumary Time! Please to share what the hell you're doing,a nd what you're meant to be doing:

Annilon:

Holds Fardinia, where he is turning the civilians into monster style things (which haven't comeout IC yet, unfortunately).
Has left S8in to die (not like helping him would have helped).
Holds captive the daughter of Blyclaaf's president.
Has an agent trying to recover or destroy several damaged CE rigs.
Is engaged in talks with Kalessin.
Is conscripting.
Has (hidden) vodyanoi and mines in the channel.

Sinrë:

Is apparently marching in the general direction on Naraquil with some kind of army (ouch, really, really vague. Must do something there)

(ooc: Ok, summarising time...Let us see

BLYCLAAF IS:
Still half flooded
Conscripting
Training it's military for the major (and hopefully final) push into Fardinia
Mr Gafety's daughter is in enemy hands (please, don't ask)
Will declare victory over S8in very soon. (Actually now will be good, but, oh well. Laziness provails!! :D )
That's about all I can think of about now. Check for updates.)

Derto is:
Occuiping the airfields and harbors of S8IN, gained more territry inlands. (S8IN is no more IRL)
Fleets in outside of Faradinia
Infantry forces in the tunnels of Underdark, how far in, isn't clear.
Tank and drilling forces 5 km above Arani's capitol
Having "terrorist" attacks versus highranking militaries and goverment officers. (Run by Arani, atleast was run)
Marshall law and curfew in decleared in Derto

(nothing else I think)

The riots began soon after the announcement, though in a lesser scale than Annilon had originally estimated. Each one was almost simultaneously put down, the dissenters killed and their bodies left to hang on the walls of whatever city they were in. A reminder.
The conscription, however, went remarkably well. Every person who signed up was redirected to where they would be the most use, many simply sent back to the jobs they had worked in all along.
Yes, all was well.

***

Di'yerni sat cross legged, facing Lithien, who sat in the same position.
"Lithien, you have to hurry. Annilon has began talks with Kalessin, and the conscription has begun in force. Move swiftly, aim straight for Naraquil."
"Sinrë believes that it makes more sense to liberate smaller cities first, to gain more people."
"It's too late for that. The people believe Annilon, haven't you seen?"
"They do what?! Why?"
"All they see now is the Enemy invading their lands, killing their brave warriors, though few have actually being killed. They cannot but help support their fighters. We are quickly running out of cards we can play."
"If we do attack Naraquil, what difference will it make? How do you know we will win?"
"I don't, I but hope. There is one thing I know for sure on this matter, to do nothing is to bring ruin on our world. Annilon is no doubt thoroughly sick of having you snapping at his heels. You must attack, soon, with or without assistance of the surface dwellers ... actually, you are better off without them. Let them fight for the surface, it is of no consequence."
"I'll trust you on this one," said Lithien slowly. "But I'm not entirely convinced. Sinrë knows what he's doing."
"He knows that he is doing to wrong thing! He just does not think that he can face Annilon, which is exactly why he must. March on Naraquil, convince your cousin. Seek counsil from your goddess if you still do not believe me."
"I will do so."
"Goodbye then, Tári Lithien. Do not delay."
Di'yerni faded away.

(OOC: IM BACK!!!!!, do I have to summarize?, ah what the hell ill do it )any way

Imperfect_darth is:

Ready to move out on orders from blyclaaf

(That’s about it)

Mega Tau:

stationed in Blyclaaf
building up forces in Blyclaaf
interacting with Blyclaaf's military
transporting supplies to Blyclaaf

Current consignment in Blyclaaf:

2000 Steel Warrior Troops on 4 transport ships
3 Supply Ships
5 Guided Missile Cruisers
7 Guided Missile Destroyers (AAW & ASUW)
6 Guided Missiles Frigates (AAW)
1 Command Ship
2 Ammunition Ships
3 Fast Combat Support Ships
2 Refuelling Tanker Ships
10 Dock Landing Craft
20 Landing Craft, Mechanised and Utility
22 Armoured Personnel Carriers – Amphibious
8 hospital ships
10 C-130 Hercules
8 C-17 Globemaster III
460 paratroopers, support troops and supplies.
2 ‘Death’ Class MT Aircraft Carriers carrying 10,865 personnel
60 MT-F/A-18 ‘Lifetakers’
10 MT-F/A-22 Protector Advanced Tactical Fighters
45 MT-FA2 Gull VSTOL Fleet Defence Fighters
15 Armed UAVs
5 Supply Ships
1 Command Ship
Total battle-ready troops: 4960

It was dusk as two cargo planes took off from Ageispolis airforce base. They were laden with supplies bound for Blyclaaf. In the coming weeks, they would make a few more of these long trips. The troops would be spoilt this time, some luxury items were amongst the usual foodstuffs, important in keeping the moral of the troops high.

The female warriors were now just barely in the minority as the male quota had been upped, although the Steel Warrior Troops could easily outplay/outperform their male counterparts in battle. They had received the cream in training, no expenses were spared in training up SW Troops in the Solaris Academy. Hand-to-hand combat, ancient and modern weaponary, all essential training.
A recent development, was Combat Levitation. A technique that had taken years to develop, and was now complete. Very few outside the military knew of it, and only a handful of top government members had learnt the skill. A skill only given to the SW Troops.

In the Naraquil Palace, in a small windowless room, the leaders of Arani's armies sit about a circular table, on the other side sit the representatives from Kalessin.
Irlbilse looked up from his chair, as a tall warrior entered the room, his many-hued armour casting strange, shifting flickers of colour onto the surrounded area. Chained to his wrist by a long, silvery lead, was a creature that Annilon immediately recognised as a mindflayer. He smiled warmly as he saw Irlbilse. "Greetings father!"
Irlbilse smiled in return "So good of you to come." He gestured toward Annilon, "This is lord Annilon. One of the finest friends that the Empire has ever had the good fortune to make. And what is this curious creature you've captured?"
Annilon's mental shields flew heavily into place at the sight of the mindflayer.
Nazgar ventured out a small probe to test how hostile and how powerful this particular creature was. Everyone at the table greeted the Kalessin prince with a nod, though looked slightly uneasy at the presence of the mindflayer
Nazgar's probe glided into the creature's mind with ease, since all the defences usual to that race seemed to have vanished. Exploring further, he found that the entirety of the mindflayer's consciousness, including its psionic powers, were locked inside a strange mental wall.The Prince grinned at Annilon. "It's harmless", he patted a rune-encrusted silver collar which sat upon the creature's neck, "I always keep a few of these on me. Just in case. You never know where a new specimen for ones menagerie might pop up!"
"Excellent, maybe we should put one around the neck of Sinrë, when he shows up. It would make him a good deal less offensive to the way this country is run," said Annilon. "Do take a seat, we were just about to get started."
The Prince chuckled at Annilon's jest, "Oh, I don't believe that I've introduced myself. I am Prince Jelsogh al Kboisth.", he then sat down gracefully.
"My uncle will be joining us soon, but has suggested that we begin without him."
"Excellent," said Annilon smoothly. With his creativity function he created a lifelike map of Fardinia and the channel on the table. "Here is our battlezone."
In the channel many small dark marks appeared. "That is where our vodyanoi are stationed."
Further inland great masses of green dots appeared. "Here is where our recently mutated armies are. They are however, generally useless. Still, there are a lot of them."
Irlbilse chuckled "What a picturesque place. I assume that those large burn marks aren't entirely...natural?"
Nazgar frowned slightly. "Natural, but not of our design, however much I wish they were. They were created by an unknown entity, we are still not entirely sure what happened there."
The Blue Prince nodded faintly, "I assume, since we're looking at Fardinia, that Sinre's forces still pose little threat, since it was to stop him that I first summoned my warriors here."
"We are starting to believe that your warriors will serve more effectively than ours on the surface. Light is bothersome to many of our own fighters, even after light training. Sinrë is contenting himself with only small raids at present."
"I see. It might be best if my younger brother takes most of my army...say 450,000 warriors, to Fardinia....while I stay here with the other 50,000, and my son, since he appears to be enjoying his experiments on the local wildlife." Irlbilse grinned cheerfully at the Mindflayer
"Excellent. We shall discuss that when he arrives then. To the next problem, the certain figure who made those burn marks and killed five of our most skilled psychokinetics..."
Jelsogh winced sympathetically.
"We have had mental contact with this thing, though we didn't recognise the mental signature. We have a theory, however, that it may be Di'yerni, a priestess of the bitch Eilistraee. We captured her, but it seemed that her metapsychic powers erupted madly. We had no idea that it was possible for any one being to be so powerful."
Irlbilse smiled faintly; "Fascinating. She could become a fine addition to my menagerie."
"Personally, I would much prefer her dead. It's much more permanent, final, especially on the altar to Lloth."
Irlbilse chuckled, "Can you think of any way of luring her to a set place? If you can, I'm sure that I could construct a suitable binding spell."
"She seems to thrive on battles. She has been seen hovering above many of them, and has killed on both sides. The only lure seems to be for us to kill each other. I do not believe that direct mental contact will help, if indeed that is possible."
"With a fully prepared trap, even her vaunted powers would be of no avail. Hmmm..she thrives on battles does she? I am sure that we could find a way to simulate a suitable large number of death-shouts."
"I suppose we could try that, but I do have my doubts of that working. One can only make an attempt, though."
At that moment, the door flew open, and a grim-faced warrior, his hair prematurely greyed, clad in armour, that, while as colourful as that of Jesogh, was somehow much more dark and sombre, and a dark cloak hung from his shoulders.
Irlblise stood, "This is my brother, Count Torckan al Kboisth. He shall be leading my armies into battle."
Annilon nodded to the new arrival. "Greetings, I wish you all victory in the coming battle."
"We were just discussing the demon problem which seems to have plagued Arani recently," Nazgar interjected into the niceties
Torckan looked over the map for a moment, memorising every contour. "I thank you for your good wishes, Annilon, though I would appreciate some information on the exact nature of my proposed adversaries."
The Count glanced at Nazgar, and then at Irlbilse. He chuckled gently. "Well, you are in the best possible hands. My brother is one of the greatest demonologists the Empire has ever seen. I however, like to steer clear of such affairs."
"This will be the last push of our enemy, they will make one last effort to crush us, and then they shall run out of manpower. We are not sure of numbers, however, we know that there are many ships in port to the north. We assume they shall attack through one of these breaks in the cliff," he pointed to where there were several openings. "Unless they come in by air, but I believe that would be suicidal on their part."
"This area," he pointed to the wasteland which stretched behind the cliffs. "Is full of all sorts of traps, as are the cliff gaps. However, it is impossible to stop them if they are determined, and we are not so sure where they shall strike..."
"I trust that you will be dealing with any armour, whether airborne or on the ground."
He grinned at the wasteland, "A perfect killing ground."
"We believe that we can handle armour sufficiently, and yes, We did think think so as well. I was thinking that if you stationed yourself halfway between here and here," he pointed to various places. "Then you should be able to move swiftly to where ever they strike, and our troops will hold them at bay until you arrive."
"That sounds reasonable. I believe that it would be best if I discussed any further details with your field commanders. Do you have their mental signatures?"
{data} They are, however, not talented in the metapsychic arts
"If their minds are receptive, I will reach them nonetheless." He turned to Irlbilse "Do you have any further commands, my lord?"
"No." Irlbilse turned to Annilon "Have you any other suggestions or requests that you would like to make to my brother?"
"No, I do not believe there is."
"Does this conclude our meeting?"
"I believe so. I'm sure that my brother would appreciate a guide. As for me, I'll need to get to work on a pattern which might prove suitable for the binding of your demon!"
"I shall summon someone at once, you should meet them in the lower entrance hall," he turned to Irlbilse, "Will your quarters suffice for such work?"
Irlbilse nodded "Yes, for most of it. but I will require access to your dungeons"
“That shall be arranged.”

[ooc: All worked out over MSN]

Upon the Old Blyclaafian coast there was a crude port which currently was home of a good amount of the Blyclaafian fleet. Watching this fleet was three people in a rowboat, the port being illuminated by many a spotlight which made them easy targets.

On the land behind that port, two fighters crept their way closer, into range of the far end of the complex. Unslinging sniper rifles, they carefully took aim at gas and fuel tanks and fired, one shot each, causing a major fireball to shoot into the sky. Shouts followed them as they returned to the darkness.

Twenty seconds later the shooting began, spotlights went dark as five guns shot again and again precisely, picking off light and person alike. The Blyclaafians scrambled around, off guard, wondering where the next attack would come from. Several fell in the first moments of confusion, but shots were returned in the direction of the muzzle flashes. Arani attackers scattered, taking behind whatever cover they could find and lying low. Anti-aircraft guns began firing in their general direction.

The two who had taken out the gas bottles returned, carefully selecting targets before firing repeatedly. The navy personnel of Blyclaaf returned fire and took cover behind various pieces of junk which lay about the area.

A man from the boat slid into the water and swam silently beneath the small waves. Those in the boat chose their targets, and just as the diver comes to the first ship, they open fire. The diver attaches limpet mines beneath the ship's water level. Shots ring out from everywhere, and the boat soon disappears under Blyclaafian fire.

The snipers back out swiftly under increasing machine gun fire from the ships, especially one earns a bullet to the shoulder.

Only four of the second attack team are now able to shoot, and do so only rarely, the offensive begins to wind down. And shortly they retreat.

The diver goes from ship to ship, attaching mine after mine, and swims off after the seventh ship, being confronted by a well lit stretch of water.

BUMP!!!!

OOC: you little........ whats with moving, now you srewed it all up

"Well, this is great" General Mayah said, as he listened to the report over the radio.
Brigadier Chamberlain stood next to him, staring at maps and looking at lists of units able to move out.
"Ok, well, we have just lost five ships completely, and three more are damaged." Mayah said, his eyes sore from the lack of sleep, and his voice hoarse from yelling commands at the younger Brigadier.
"Well," Chamberlain spoke calmly, trying to keep his anger at bay, "we really can not put the invasion off any longer. If we do, we will have more occurances like the one that just happened and they will eventually be able to completely stop us from invading."
"You don't think I know this?" the General snapped back. He sat back in his chair, rubbing his hand down his face, removing the sweat that ran down his forehead. "Ok, now, I want the 9th place onto troops carriers, and get them moving around to the invasion area. Call off the diversionary attack, and get all of the Brigades involved back into training."
"Cancel the diversionary attack?" Chamberlain asked, puzzled at the General's order.
"Yes, it is pointless to waste men on something that is doomed since the planning stages. What is the enemy strength in Fardinia?"
"That is completely unknown sir. It could be one-hundred thousand, it could be one-hundred billion. We have no idea."
The General looked around. His office was filled with maps, with recruiting posters, and other military things.
"Ok, I want a message sent to everyone. I want them to get their ships and troops ready to move.I also want every plane in their airforce in the air, doing what ever they can over Fardinia. I want bombers, fighters, ground attack planes, Everything."
The Brigadier looked at him for a minute, before acknowledging the order, and running off to do so.

At a airbase in an undisclosed location in Derto.

A sargent screams at his platoon.
"You lazy maggots! Git your sorry arses on the transport!"

The transport planes was filled with eager paratroopers and prepeared for code blue, the attack on Faradinia. They were not the only ones. The marines borded their landing crafts and eagerly awaited the Go signal.

The Naval forces had briefings about where they would bombard and the Airforce had similar briefings.

The current mindstatus of Henry LeMay was not the best, he was scared. All this time was only prelude, it was going to happen now. He still knew nothing about the terrorist organisation behind the vicious attacks on his own people. Or how it all would play out? He could only pray to God for help and support.

The Minister of War, General Steinman was on the other hand glad. Finally the show would get on the road. Bash and blast some sorry Drowian buts down to what they call hell, the pits of Lothite or something like that. But who gives a dime? Not me!

"Here is a satellite images of Fardinia sir." The intelligence officer waved his hand over the console and a large image was displayed on the screen.
"Very good. Do we have a location of the Arani airforce base in Fardinia?" Asked the Chief of Defence, his hair looking even more grey in the dimmed lighting and screen reflection.
"We have an idea it's in this area over here," the officer pointed to an area deep inside Fardinia.
"Let's get the T-Rod into position then, and prepare the others as well."
"Yes sir!" the officer turned and left the large room.

The massive carrier had reached Blyclaaf waters, as with the other vessels, she had her sensors listening for everything. The news of the Blyclaaf vessels had reached them.
It was hard to get a visual on the vessels as they hid behind their basic cloaking 'shields'. The crew on one of the ships caught a brief glimpse of the 2nd carrier in the distance, for a couple of seconds, before she became the ocean again.

A small squadron of UAVs took off and climbed out to recon altitude, locking their vectors for the Fardinian beach-heads.
The rest of the forces lifted their readiness.

Umberhulks ripped through the rock, making their way to the five kilometre mark - the mark at which the Dertonian drilling team was at.
As they neared it on both sides, the umberhulks moved slower and slower - making less and less noise and vibrations.
When the danger zone was being reached (where the Dertonians would be able to pick up any siezmic activity that they were making, small high powered drilling robots were deployed. They sped through the rock between it and the drilling team, trailing a long, hollow tube behind them.
When all was ready on both sides of the hole drilled by Derto, the umberhulk riders began pumping in toxic gas, one that would kill swiftly and painfully - without interfering with any weaponry.

[ooc: Done in brief because I can't be bothered to write it out properly.
There are air patrols around Fardinia, take that into account - but feel free to bomb something - I would enjoy the opportunity to shoot it however. Keep in mind that a lot of our airforce is kept underground (Arani Airhole, for example - if you remember it)]

ooc: I now say that we have had total victory over S8in (Hey, Derto, party in Blyclaaf later on)

"Isn't it great," Captain Buna said, "Gain total victory over an enemy, with out a single casualty."
"Except that Tracy fella." Sergeant Marris replied.
"Wasn't he the idiot?" Buna asked "He was already a casualty before we embarked."
The three officers and the two NCO's that were sitting in a circle began to laugh. The transport ships broke through the water with ease, occasionally the boat would move slightly off-course as the waves slammed themselves against the side.
The 19th Airbourne had been in S8in for the last few weeks.
"Wasn't it wierd, how everything just disappeared?" Sergeant-Major Hyland asked, breaking the laughter. Everyone fell silent.
While waiting for the attack on the S8in Armoured column, everything just disappeared. The trees in the bush, anything else, including the people of S8in, their army, and their cities. The land now resembled that of Fardinia.
The division was headed back to Blyclaaf, to be dropped into Fardinia prior to the invasion.

At the drilling operation.

The commanding officer, luitenant Chester Martin, was sleepy. This was the most boring placement you could have in this stinking war. Just sit around and doing nothing. He was thinking all this and about his beloved wife back home when he went to sleep. He never waked up. Nor did anyone else. Save for one private who was paranoid and jumpy, what his name was isn't important right now. He was sleeping in a gasmask. In his sleep he dreamt about a gigantic yellow rubbyducky hunting him around in a bathtub.

"How long until they arrive?" The commander's voice carrying a slight tone of impatience.
"The mine sweepers will be here in about 2 days, and should be ready to take lead as soon after that my lady."
At Blyclaaf, the landing vessels were being loaded with troops and equipment. Soon the fleet would join them.

The UAVs deviated often from their basic flight plan to avoid enemy planes.
A second wave of armed UAVs headed for the beach-heads, their flight program in evasive combat mode.
Onboard the command vessel, the controllers monitored the UAVs.

Three Globemasters were making final preparations for the transport of more paratroopers to the combat zone.

"Message to Blyclaaf: We are sending more paratroopers as you requested, please make clearance arrangements for their arrival at your airbase, thank you."

The ships were fuelled and ready to move out, the men on-board were all ready to face certain death, holding there Metal-Storm rail Guns now equipped with Burst fire mode.

"MEN!" General Phinix voice echoed form a loud speaker, "you face an ever growing enemies and He is ruthless and will take minimal prisoners. Fight with all your heart but Die, if you must, with all your soul. May YAHWEH be with you always!"

The message ended with a deafening cheer form the landing party; they moved out and started the long trip to the fight that many would not return form.

OOC: Gentlemen, I'm going to be away on holiday for the next 6 weeks from today and will not be able to post anything in that time. Blyclaaf or Derto can play with my troops etc while I'm away.

ooc:Derto, you can have them, if you want.


IC:
"Come on sir," Major Genary said, a distressed sound in his voice, "We just completely defeated an enemy, don't you think we deserve some leave?"
"You defeated the enemy, without having to fight. As a matter of fact, you didn't even beat them." Lieutenant-General Markson replied. "You are required to serve in Fardinia, up until a point were we can ship more men over."
Major Genary stormed out of the General's office. Waiting outside were his captains, Cpt. Buna, Lae and Leyte.
"So, sir, what's happening? Do we get our leave?" Captain Lae said.
"We are to be in Fardinia before the sea-bourne invasion." Genary said, anger caused his face to turn red.
"Shit!" Captain Leyte said. Buna kept quiet.


"Alright, you maggots," The voice came over the loud speaker, "Get up, suit up, and get onto the ships!"
The soldiers of the 9th Division did as they were ordered to, put on their helmets and backpacks, and proceeded up the to the boat. Ammo rattled in their pouches, and helmets clanged against weapons. This was it, they all thought, this will be our finest hour.

Squadron Leader Edwin Mills walked out to his B-52 heavy bomber. His crew had just completed the painting of the squalls, one on either side of the aircraft. The long, silky looking creature wore a Blyclaafian slouch hat, and had a cigarrette hanging from it's mouth. Under the animal, stencilled in white paint, were the words:
"Give 'em hell, fellas!"
Mills walked over and patted the plane. He looked around, and in the distance, saw P-40 Kittyhawks getting loaded up with new ammunition for the .50 cal machine guns. He shook his head, and began to move back to the mess hall.


Captain Buna stood infront of Baker Company, of the 19th Airbourne Division. All of the 143 men in his company were present behind him. To thier right, Captain Lae stood with his men from Charlie company, and to their left, stood Captain Leyte from Able Company.
General Mayah stepped out of his staff car, followed closely by Lt.-General Markson and Brigadier Chamberlain. Mayah fixed the position of his officer's cap to sit on top of his head. He and his fellow officers walked just infront of the companies of the 19th, from Able to Roger company. Each of the Captains from 1st Battalion did a classic salute, open palm facing outwards, stopping sharply above their right eye. Their salute was replied to by a nod of Mayah's head, but the other officers saluted in return. They were fully loaded with gear, ready to move out. After the officers had seen the 18 Companies of the 19th, the men began to move to airstrips, to wait for their transport.

Blood trickled down the alter side to a chorus of screaming agony. Interwoven with this was a more sinister symphony, which circled with a growing intensity. The words of it were of a language which even those who uttered it knew not, and was enough to drive the strongest of demons to madness if the intensity of the chant was powerful enough, let alone the human woman tied to the sacrificial altar awaiting a painful death. Not that death would bring any escape from the increased pain awaiting her, but rather launch her into a whole new world of pain. A world of endless suffering, the Demonweb Pits of Lloth.
Blood vessels hemorrhaged under the pressure that the repetitive chant placed around her, sending more and more blood onto the altar of pure black stone. Not a part of her body could be said to be clear of the substance, which well suited the designs of the Llothite priestesses.
One of these, dressed in the purple and black robes of the order, stepped forward. With her finger she traced around the naked body upon the altar, clearing a clear path of arcane symbols.
"Blood of the Surface, appease Lloth," she chanted, and was echoed by those behind her. Tormented screams could not drown out the voices, which seemed to enter everything even though their seeming quietness.
Producing the sacrificial knife, the priestess slowly brought it over the surfacer's body, lowering it into her eyes and removing both and setting them aside.
Then, ever slowly, the knife was sunk into the heart of the President of Blyclaaf's only daughter.

The sweat trickled down his face, and dripped from his nose. He stumbled up the increasing slope of the hill, the weight of his sweat drenched backpack and clothing making the journey harder. His slouch hat hung from his neck, swaying with his unco-ordinated footsteps. His hand grasped desperatly at the air, trying to pull himself up. His efforts, however, failed, and he collapsed on the ground in a great sweaty heap. His gasping echoed, and his heart thumped hard in his chest. He closed his eyes, attempting to stop his lungs from trying to heave in air. The noise of the birds in the bushes behind him helped calm him down. He opened his shirt, and revealed a chest that was covered in muscles, and arms that were more muscular. His picked up his slouch hat, and placed it on top of his face. And there he lay.
His resting spot was on a hill, outside of dense bushland on Tao Island. The Island was the next in the ring of islands around New Blyclaaf. For some strange reason, Maj.-General Gona ordered one man to be sent to search for any inhabitants.
The soldier lay there, and looked to be sleeping. A rustle in the bushes made him reach for his bayonet. As he drew the blade from it's sheathe, a body thrusted itself at him. The unknown body, which the soldier identified as a human, most definatley a savage, had tatoos all over it's face and torso. His slouch hat fell to the ground, and he brought the bayonet up to a level that it could be of some use. As the savage got closer, he step a little to the left, and when the savage was almost on top of him, he thrusted the sword-like blade up through the savage's chest. As the savage bled from his wound, he spat blood out, the red ooze dribbling from his mouth. The soldier pulled the blade out from the chest of the savage, and the savage fell to the ground, the blank stare of death across his face.
"Ok, John," the soldier said to himself, "Grab your gear, and f*ck off outta here."
John turned to pick up his gear, but a high-pitched scream made him turn back to the way he was facing. Another savage sprung from the bushes, and had his spear aimed for John's chest.
As the savage got close, John knocked the spear out of the tribal's hands and tackled the large savage to the ground. John dived on his chest, pushing against the savages grip on his arms, to kill him. Sweat once again fell from his nose. His cries of anger soon fell silent, as a lance puncured his back. The savage that John layed on loosened his grip, and John's weight pushed the bayonet through his chest, into one of his lungs. As John bled, the blood now gushing from the wound in his back, he looked up at the sky and saw a different savage, who wielded and axe. The savage picked the axe up, and held it over his shoulder, before swinging it towards John's head.

(OOC: Hey, Derto and ID, are we gonna move out? Would someone please post.)

OOCly I'm sorry I was away. I had massive RL problems, my dog was bitten very badly by a stray dog and as been between life and death for some time now. Under that period I couldn't focus about anything. But I'm back now.

In Henry LeMay's office:

LeMay was reading the most recent reports. A couple of them catched his eye. One about Blyclaaf requesting military aid in order to help tehm attack their beaches. Henry scratched down some orders on the paper, saying that the 3:rd Marine Division was going to be sent to Blyclaff with equipment to be put under Blyclaafian command.
Henry deemed it prudent to move the airforces to bases closer to Faradinia to minmize the flying time.

But then Henry's eye catched some unnerving. The drilling base at point Victor haven't reported in for some time. It could onlymean one thing. Arani have struck back. Well, that's it. Blyclaaf as been down our throats yelling about getting our arses out of the wagon and do something. Well we will do it now.
He plucked up the telephone and called General Steinman. "Steinman, tell your Blyclaafian counterpart that we are go, when they say so. We WILL attack when they give us the go-signal."
"Yes Sir."

ooc: Sorry for yelling at you then, if I had've known that, I would have kept my mouth shut.

IC: A telegram:
"To Derto and Imperfect Darth"
"We are now prepared to go. We will start with constant bombings of anything that moves, then, when our ships are ready and transports are full, we can start with the naval bombardment. Any problems, Give us a yell."



The 9th began boarding Dertonian Transport ships, in a single file. With them they carried slouch hats, with one or two carrying helmets. Their rifles of SMGs were slung across their backs, and the ones with the LMGs or Heavy Machine Guns carried them up on their shoulders.

OOC: Blyclaaf, I’m ready to move out!

IC:

14th began to stir, there had bee talk of the plans being moved up and that D-Day was closer the first expected. Captain McManus move silently up to the command tent,
"Sir, you asked for me?"
General Fisher slowly spun on the spot, his face was scared from previous battles, is most noticeable wound was the robotic eye that had been placed in his empty eye socket,
"Captain, we have moved up our plans, we move out in 20 mins, get your men ready, suit em up and ship em out, shoot any one who disobeys your orders!”
"Yes sir!"

Capitan McManus moved out and within 20 mins the 14th was loading onto the LcAc's

Fleet Admiral Flish eyed through the most recent orders from HQ and let out a little "wohoo". He picked up the radio mouthpiece and asked the operator to connect him with all the ship commanders in his fleet.
"Done", said the operator.
"Change the settings to Alpha Zulu." Flish said to the commanders, "We need high secrecy for this."
"Done."
"I have recieved new orders, the light is green. We are to implement plan Triton. We are to bombard the living shit out of those beachheads and the water infront of it. We MUST get rid of as many of the mines as possibly. If this whole invasion will be succesful, we MUST do our job. When the landing crafts aproches the beach we will move our targets inland, to disrupt hostile reinforments arriving. Do you understand?"
"Yes.", all the commanders replied in unison.
"Good. You have your alloted targets. Commence with low intesity firering. Step up when our forces are getting ready."

Similar orders was sent to airbases ordering to preper and commence bombing runs over Faradinia with bombers and fighters for cover.

The massive engines of the B-52 Stratofortress bombers fired up, blowing dust and leaves across the runway. There were eight aircraft in a squadron, and there were 24 B-52 squadrons in the Blyclaafian Air Corps.
Each of the massive machines carried 50,000 pounds of bombs, with an additional 10,000 pounds of late detonation explosives. With them, from other airfields in Blyclaaf and New Blyclaaf, 17 squadrons of F-111s, twelve squadrons of F-14s and 22 squadrons of Meteor jets, all of which were loaded with bombs, rockets and cannons, as well as the usual machine guns. This was the first wave. They took off towards Fardinia, their mission to bomb anything they see.

The jets roared through the sky, headed for the Fardninian continent.
"Good Morning, fellow fighter pilots. It seems like a beautiful day out here and I think that we..." one of the pilots flying a Meteor fighter said into his radio.
"Good God man, shut the hell up. You do know what we are doing, right?" Squadron Commander Bill Preston called back into his radio.
"Yeah, we're going over here, shooting the sweet f*ck outta things, and then piss off before the Aranians can react. Simple."
"Alright, speak again, I shoot you down!" Bill yelled at the pilot.
There was silence from here on in.


"Get your arse out of my face!" Corporal Depp yelled at the soldier who was trying to climb onto his bunk in the Dertonian transport.
"Sorry, mate!" was the reply he got from the soldier.
Depp lay on his back, watching the bunk above him move under the weight of one of the soldiers.
"Jesus, what ever happened to the good old days. When we could move either above or underground, never over water. Now I'm stuck here, in this smelly mass of goddammed metal for the next week. Oh the joy!" he said to himself, as he roled over, and fell asleep.

ooc: Post, anyone!?

OCCly Sorry I am not active, I am meself to blame those dastardly computer games snatch all of the time.

In the office of Henry LeMay, was the Minister of Defence standing infront of LeMay.

"How is our ready status for the iminent invasion of Faradinia?"
"It could be better."
"I see. And our allies?"
"I do not have knowledge allowing to say something about them. But we can do one thing."
"Enlighten me."
"Paradrop Spec. Op. squads into Faradinia for groundlevel recon. And to be in place the sabotage the defence when we invade."
"Sounds prudent."
"Yes Sir, I know."
"Where would the LZ:s be then?"
"I need to tell the Intel to look it up, but I would get remote desolet areas of Faradinia to minimize the detection inbound, although the squads would have to march longer."
"Just do it."
"Understood Sir."

Six transport planes took of from airbases inside of Derto, the would fly low and fast to minimize the chance of detection. The Spec. Ops. would jump at Low Altitude.

The massive amarda of Blyclaafian aircraft flew in formation over certain areas of Fardinian cities, and known enemy strong holds. The bombers dropped their loads of bombs, before getting out of the hot zones, while the fighters manouvered through the chaos of anti-aircraft missles and flak fire.
"Jesus wept! Where the hell are those missles coming from?" A pilot flying a Meteor jet cried out as he rolled to dodge a missle.
"They're coming from below, Numbnuts!" called another.

Several fighter jets swooped down, and lauched their missles or dropped their light bombs. A few planes had already been destroyed by anti-aircraft fire and mistakes in communication between pilots.

The breading began; multiple hives, 5 in total each creating tens of thousands of a hybrid spider,

They run 10 mph, jump three feet and are a nocturnal spider, so only come out at night unless they are in shade like the forever darkness of the great tunnels.
When they bite you, you are injected with Novocaine so you go numb instantly. You don't even know you are bitten when you are sleeping, so you wake up with part of your leg or arm missing because it has been gnawing on it all night long.

These beasts were created for one reason.........

****Transmission Ended*****

"Hey Sinrë!" Lithien shouted accross the oversized chamber.
"Yes?"
"Just got word of Blyclaafian bombers on the surface!"
"Oh," a pause. "Well hell! Sound the call to arms and let's get on with it!"

***

On the Surface:

From various airbases scattered in strategic locations, and from the Airhole, rose as many fighters as likely would be needed (however many that is) to take out the enemy as an overkill. Many squadrons flew around to block off the escape, whilst other engaged the attacking enemies. Attack helicopters hovered along where the enemy would have to return, with the fighters circling around them, below them, and above them. Waiting.

In one of the transport planes somewhere over Faradinia.

"Sir?" the radar/radio operator asked the pilot.
"Yes, what is it?"
"Uhmm...it seems that right about now the Blyclaafian Airforce is bombing Faradinia and Arani isn't late to respond."
"Good."
"What?"
"With the aranians having their focus elsewhere it should increase our chance of success. Besides what could we do? We are under a strict radiosilence."

The commander of the Spec. Op. squad in this plane, walks into the cabin.
"How much longer before we hit our LZ?"
"We should be above your LZ in 1 hour."
"Thank you."

In organised ranks the army of Sinrë walked from the city, leaving it empty. They had found this one occupied by the enemy, who were dead, with civilians who had proved treacherous. Now there was no need for the place, and it would be abandoned until someone felt like claiming it.
The umberhulks and lizards rode ahead of the foot soldiers, with Sinrë leading from several rows back. In the winding tunnels of the Underdark, it was never a good idea to be caught at the front of your host. Beside him rode the metaconcerts, and beside them three umberhulks had suspended between them several large boxes locked electronically, but easily accessed anyway.
"So Sinrë, got your toys in there?" asked Lithien, riding up to the front of the column.
"Never go anywhere without a bit of extra firepower," he replied with a grin. "These toys from Menelmacar may prove useful."
"Won't people be a little ... pissed off?" she said, referring to the accepted Arani rules of war - weapons of melee only, with exceptions made for crossbows.
"Let them be pissed off, it won't last long. After all, it will mean freeing them from Annilon, a little breach of the code won't worry them overtly."

In Naraquil:

"Annilon! Annilon!" screamed the fanatic crowd, thrusting their spears and swords into the air. Annilon walked out onto the balcony, with his advisor Nazgar next to him, as always. The crowd cheered wildly at the sight of him.
"Arani!" he yelled, voice amplified as to carry across the area. Dead quiet followed. "Today is a great day for us! Today is the day that we fight!"
Cheers errupted again, and died down when again their leader spoke.
"Blyclaaf has attacked our surface assets with his planes, but it is of no consequence, whether they be destroyed or no, though they most assuredly shall be. No, what is truly important is that their soldiers now come, and we are ready, and we shall win. Sword and spear and gun, we shall win."

On the Surface:

The as of yet unnamed specie of creature thundered down the street made for civilized feet. Safe inside the bulletproof glass container researchers watched their latest creatures walk about the city. A speaker crackled.
"Researched, get below ground and secure the place. Reports of enemy bombers are coming in from the east. We want to get everyone of importance off the surface."
"Right, we'll wrap this up then."
"Excellent."
With some reluctance the researches left their spot from the tunnel in the floor, leaving their creatures behind. It didn't matter overly much if those on the surface were killed in a raid, there were always plenty more below in safe places, but it did not feel right to abandon them.
But it didn't matter truly.

OOC:

Ah, Arani's back! Will post for the Kalessini expeditionary force eventually.

"Sir!" the radioman's voice echoed down the hall of the Blyclaafian Air Force Command Center, "Radar has picked up Aranian fighters, estimated to outnumber our aircraft almost three to one!"
Air Marshall Courtney listened to the message, before leaning back in his chair, his feet just off the ground. His mind flickered from his job to his family and he began to whistle a tune similar to the "Theme song from 'Doom'"
Courtney jumped to his feet and walked down to the radio room. He put his hand on the radio operator's shoulder.
The radioman jumped, as the Air Marshall scared him. He removed the head set as Courtney began to speak.
"Get the ground crews to equip the second wave of fighters with a typical Air-to-Air setup, but leave one bomb on each fighter. Don't, I say again, don't launch the bombers until the first wave had returned."
The radio man sent the message

Within minutes, the next wave of fighters, with their new setups, began to take off, and sped towards the dogfight above Fardinia.

MESSAGE TO DERTO, MEGA TAU AND IMPERFECT DARTH
ALLL SHIPS ARE NOW LOADED, READY TO MOVE OUT, REQUEST WE DO SO NOW.


(ooc: by that, I mean the next post or two.)

A line of fighters sped towards where the enemy was attacking, a zigzagging line of wedge formations. In groups of three they broke away, some spiraling downwards, other higher, each chosing a target to close in on.
As they drew closer to the enemy, the AA weaponry below slowed and stopped, leaving the job to the fighters. Those further over continued their firing, and even stepped it up a bit as the enemy planes were drawn off to fight the new threat.
Such battles began in many other parts of the sky, above Fardinian cities and towns and military installations. Finally the battle had begun.

In one of the transport planes the red light turned to green. Shouts of "Go, Go, Go" filled the plane. Squad 4 with eight men quickly jumped out of the plane and deployed the parachutes. They and five more squads were on their way down to Faradinia.

Fleet Admiral Flish read the new telex from HQ, "Finally" slipped over his lips. They were to do the final prep and loading for the invasion. It was going to happen.

"Alright, you pansies, we are now moving out. This is most probably your last chance to see your country for a long time." Captain Hetfeild told his men of D Company of the 9th Division.
The men stirred and began to talk amongst themselves.
The massive engines of the transport ship began to kick in, the whine droned out through the ship. The other eight transports of the Dertonian fleet carrying Blyclaafian soldiers began to move aswell.


The 19th Airbourne waited at an airfield, loaded with all of their gear waiting for the bombings to stop. Captain Buna watched the clock as it ticked over every second, counting the seconds to their first combat drop.
"Hey, sir" a young looking Corporal said, "what's it like in Fardinia?"
Buna looked around him, trying to find Sergeant Ulrich, before replying.
"It has changed much since I last went there. Now, instead of their being beautiful snow-capped mountains, and valleys that would make your heart fill with glee, you have a desolate wasteland, full of nothing but sand and rotten buildings." Buna's voice sounded funny to the young Corporal.
"Are you alright, sir?" he asked, his face scrunching up.
"No, no, I'm not, bugger it!" Buna cried back, his face red and his eyes watery. "I had two brothers in Fardinia at the beginning of this war. Now I fear I haven't any brothers left."
He walked off, rubbing his face to hide the tears that ran down his white cheeks. He found a seat, and, with a heavy thump, flopped down onto it. His eyes became itchy and sore, and he covered his face with his helmet.
Several Privates saw the happenings of the last few minutes, before querying the Corporal on it.
"I didn't do anything!" was all he allowed himself to say.

"Sweet Jesus, look at all of them!" was the common thing to be heard over the radio from the Blyclaafian aircraft fighting over Fardinia.
Air Commadore Erwin Doenetz, saw the massive flight of Aranian aircraft, and ordered that all fighters head straight for them, firing cannons and missles.
The aircraft did this, a massive barrier of fighter aircraft, from the old and clunky Meteor to the F-14 fired everything they had at the enemy planes.
Several of the Blyclaafian planes sustained damage and fell to the ground, through the dust that remained from the initial Aranian attack on Fardinia.


Mr Gafety lay in his room, in the same spot he had laid for the past few nights. His soul was torn apart, as rumours spread that his daughter had been sacrificed to the Aranian gods by Annilon. His thoughts were uncontrolable, as he thought about his daughter, his dead wife, and his own demise.


"I think Mr Gafety going crazy" Mark Hammett whispered to one of his friends. Hammett was the assistant to the Civil Rights minister. "He hasn't come out of the frigging room for days. I think he's lost it. Next thing you know, he'll place a bomb in Congress and kill the whole bloody government!"
Mark and his friend laughed.

The Arani planes veered up, down, or to the side, hoping to outflank the enemy and make difficult targets of themselves. Enough kept flying straight towards the enemy to keep them occupied, firing as they went.
Two of those who had turned off were destroyed when a wing of one plowed into the other. The third of that formation managed to get out of the way, if only just, and continued on alone.
Others, mostly those who had engaged with the enemy, were turning into fireballs as well, but all kept up a constant rate of fire until they began their downwards journey of many pieces.


At a previously hidden missile silo near the coast, just under one of the first mountains after the wasteland, began launching missiles at Old Blyclaaf on the other side of the channel. They were generally targeted at anything resembling industry, military, and/or government, but hitting civilians wasn't too much of an issue either.

Spec. Op. Squad 4 landed safely in a remote area some distance from the landing beaches.

"Sparks, do you got the radio up and go?"
"Yes Sir, we are ready to transmit on a secure line."
"Good, transmit in code Delta-4 that we are on the LZ and about to move towards the general area of the landing beaches."
"OK, doing it.......done."
"Pack your gears, we moving out."

Back at HQ

"Sir, our surveillance space station have registered numerous possible missiles taking of from Faradinia."
"What?"
"It looks like its, what ever it is, heading towards Old Blyclaaf."
"What is the ETA of those things?"
"Can't tell, not enough Intel."
"Damn, wire them and warn them. Do we have any squads near the possible launchsite?"
"Not quite, the nearest one is Squad 4."

The commanding officer walks away and says;
"I'll have to notify my supioror officers about this. Let them decide what to do."

The room was lit with candles, a rare thing in the lightless underworld, yet useful all the same. It would break the vision of anyone coming in, and gave enough light to see a map by.
The map that was being seen was rolled out on the stone table, pinned there by two of the men who gathered around it.
"Right, here's the city. Now what are we going to do?" asked Vaet, who knew exactly what they were going to do.
"I say we hide out and wait for Sinrë to come. Lie low, then attack," said Hradium, who also knew exactly what they were going to do.
"Good idea," agreed Fen, who had no idea what they were going to do.
"I think we should do this," said Vaet, pointing his finger to various parts of the map as he began to tell them what they were going to do. "We barricade here, here, here, and here, as well as all the alleys that are in between there. We do that quietly, then we send a challenge to Annilon, and do our best to keep him away from us while Sinrë comes up. Sinrë shall win the city with our support, and we get rewarded, plus get rid of those bloody Llothites and the rest of those fanatical bastards."
"But do we have enough people to hold the barricade?" asked Hradium, in a perfectly scripted way.
"We do, and no doubt more shall turn to us when we raise our banner in defiance."
Vaet looked fleetingly to the other people around the table, to see what they thought of the whole idea. He was discouraged by the amount of doubt he could see, though not overly so. There was enough glory seekers and bold humans and half-humans around the table to sway the cautious drow.
"What banner's this?" asked someone else, another scripted event.
Vaet waved an arm, and from a wall conspicuously without candles, a piece of rolled up cloth unfurled. The background was black, in silver threading a sword had been sewn onto it, much like the one which adorned the Eilistraee banner. Yet in the place of the moon was a skull, and impaled upon the sword was a purple and green spider.
"I present to you all the banner of which I, and those who follow me, shall fight under. It is fitting, I thought."
Those who held Eilistraeeite sympathies were nodding thoughtfully at the apparent tribute to them, though a minority (the truly devout) seemed offended.
"This is a banner which the thralls of Lloth can be afraid of. At last we can show our defiance freely, and we shall not be ferreted our and executed. Let us claim at least a small part of this great city for those who stand against Lloth and her minion Annilon."
And they agreed. Some reluctantly, but they agreed.

[ooc: Just ressurecting another long dead subplot - anything to make something happen, eh?]

In the HQ, the word the missile launches had been spread.

Around a table five high ranking officers were sitting.
They can be known by Officer Alpha, Beta, Gamma Delta and Echelon.

Alpha - "Look at this, Arani has launched missiles towards Blyclaaf. Believe me, after them it will be us to be the target."
Gamma - "You're wrong, we have forces in the vincinty of the launch site. Strike hard and fast on that site and the threat is removed."
Echelon - "I agree with Alpha, we are next no matter what we do, if we take that particular site, there will be more. It will be devilish hard to find and take out all the possible launch sites."
Beta - "Fine. We all agree that must that site, right?"
All but Delta - "Yes."
Delta- "With our future plans it could be wise to let that site be, and let them strike our own land."
Alpha - "You may be right, but if they strike us it will be pandemonium and chaos and harder for us."
Delta - "Fine do as you please but remember what I have said."
Beta - "If you are done Delta, I will continue...we'll give the squad green light to go and attack the launch site."
All the others - "Yes."
Beta - "Now to the other points of interrest(sp?), the future of our goverment."
........

Squad 4 recieved green light the move out and get into position to strike at the launch site.

OOCly I will post the invasion post on Wensday(you know the day after Tuesday) 18.00 CET, or very close to that time.

ICly

The big guns on the battleships of the Dertonian fleet opened up and unleashed their firepower opun the beaches of Faradinia and onto locations believed to be logistical centers, possible HQ:s and other important locations. The Intel could have been better, but i would have to do.

On the transports carrying the marines it was intense activity. The marines were loaded onto the smaller landing crafts for the invasion. The higher-upsand the grunts themselves knew that this was going to be crucial for the outcome of the liberation war of Arani.

Equal intense activity was at the airbases inside Derto, bombers, fighters, clos-air-support planes were all prepped and checked. Transportplanes was boarded by paratroopers, and some Spec. Op. personell.

Inside of Faradinia the Spec. Op. squads were moving out to their targets, Ammo Dumps, Rader installation and so on. With the imminent invasion, some of the squads became sloppy and could be more easily spotted by Arani troops.

Squad 4 was moving into the mountains of Faradina towards the suspected location of the missile base, they knew that they could be found by hostiles, but they had no choice. They were going to take out that base.

Nazgar and all other important members of the Arani military, excluding Annilon, sat about in the usual room of plotting and planning. It was not a council of war as such, for there was no council being given, only orders.
"I want one of those Dertonian tac nukes in as many missile bases as possible, and some in airbases too. If we run out of those, chemical weapons. I want this counter-invasion to be memorable. And I want Derto's government dead, and Blyclaaf's for that matter. See to it. And somebody take care of those idiots with their barricades."

Diplomatic Message to Blyclaaf:

"Mr Gafety, the Arani government would like to formally appologise for the unorthadox capture of your daughter, and wish to return her to you as an act of goodwill on our part. She has recieved no harm at our hands, nor will she, if you do so accept this offer. Maybe this exchange shall be the first step to mending relations between our nations."

On the Surface:

The attacks against the beaches were largely unsuccessful, the defenders being well dug in beneath rock and adamantite covering. Missiles fired elsewhere causes some losses, but nothing of much importants suffered.

[ooc: Just felt the need to post something. Invasion shall be welcome]

The process of building a barricade is relatively simple. It involves getting a large amount of furniture and piling it in a place where it is likely to get in the way. Those who barricaded the streets of Arani however were no professional barricaders, but amateurs who had never been involved in it before. Nonetheless, they did have a rather impressive pile of junk in the streets by the time they were noticed.
"Cleaning, are we?" asked the lizard rider, noting the expensive wooden cabinet being laid across the street.
"'Course, sir," said someone, who was carefully placing toasters around places in which a blind person may just trip over them.
"We're rebelling! That's what we're doing!"
"May I pretend I didn't hear that? Rebellions cause far too much paperwork," said the lizard rider in a perfectly reasonable voice.
"Let everyone bloody well hear it! This is a rebellion!"
The lizard rider sighed. "Okay, I suppose of it must be. I'll go off and tell someone then."
"Tell the whole city! Death to the usurper!"
The lizard rider rode off, shaking his head and wondering whether the paperwork would be worth it. He decided that yes, it would, if only to get rid of another bone-headed idiot such as that one.

"Can our AA defences hit them yet?" General Hammett asked.
"No, not yet, but we still have those A-10s. You know, the ones we bought to destroy these missles." Vice-Air Marshall Johnson replied.
"How soon can they get in the air?"
"Less than 30 seconds. We've had them on high-alert since the bombing began, so, I think I'll order them up." Johnson said.

The A-10 Thunderbolts took off into the sky, headed for the current position of the missles.


(ooc: I'll let Derto start the invasion. I'll post after his)

OOCly sorry about being late, I ahde schoolwork and the forum quit on me

From several airbases inside Derto planes took of. Bombers, escort fighters and transportplanes. The bomber where to soften up and destroy enemy position, if possible and the escort fighters will defend the bombers and the transports. The transports was filled not only paras and their equipment, but also dummies, all dressed up and equipped, to further confuse the enemy. All the personell knew, espesially the pilots, that if they fail, the task of liberating Arani will be alot harder.

The troops consisted of 2 & 4 Bomber airwings and 1, 6, 8 FighterWings and 1:st Airborne Div.

Of the coast of Faradinia the massive shipbased cannons opened up once more and will giva a continues barrage, that will begin at the coast, then move inwards and the back again. When the marines hit the beach, the barrage will be about 500 yards infront of. Casueltis due to friendly artillery fire is expected.

The landing crafts, now loaded with Marines and Engineers speeded towards the beach, a number of them fell (or probably will fall, due to fire from Arani) as they moved closer to the beach.

The Spec. Op. squads that landed inside Faradinia earlier now went to work, they blow up roads and bridges where ever they could. Then they digged in and prepped to ambush eventuall hostile forces that moved up towards the beach to anchor the defences.


Squad 4 was not at the beach nor anywhere near it. The where up in the mountains, moving to strike at the missile base. The squad leader spied towards where the base was supposed to be. All he saw was a metal fence, a couple of boulders, a few buildings and a couple of guards.
He muttered for himself, “And they drag me out to This place?”
Sparks, “What chief?”
Chief, “Nuttin.” To the rest of the squad, “OK, the defences look like it isn’t much, but we can be sure. Foureye, take your PSG and move to better grounds and cover us.”
Foureye, “Yes Sir.” And Foureye started moving to higher ground to see more.
“Beef and Hunter, you go with me, the rest of you all spread out and cover us. We’ll go up to the fence and have a better look.”

Chief, Beef and Hunter, crawled towards the outer perimiter, as they got closer, they heard something. They realized soon that it was the fence. “Damnation” Cheif whispered, “it’s electrical. OK, we’ll have to do this the hard way, we’ll dig inunder the fence and hope for the best.”
“Yes Sir” Beef and Hunter whispered back.

Message to Blyclaaf & Derto

The boats have been loaded with troops and supplies for the first wave, we are preparing to start the operation and there is no Turing back.

The first reinforcements will be made 5hrs after the first landing.

Fighters were diverted from the battle with Blyclaafian planes to deal with the new threat from Derto, and more were launched from various airbases.
Whilst this commotion was happening above, numerous bombers flew swiftly and as stealthily as a bomber can. Working with the assumption that they reach the area in one piece they begin to drop large amounts of explosives onto the Dertonian ships below, especially those which carried troops. Presumably quite a few will be shot down.

ooc: Horrah for half-arsed posting!

In the radar rooms of many of the ships in the dertonian fleet, many things where said, but they all meant one thing.

"OH SHIT!" when they saw the numerous blips moving fast in from Arani.

The too few carriers, only two, scrambled up everything with wings, engine and weapons that could shoot down enemy aircraft. AA batteries on virtually every ship was readied and manned. They could only hope it was enough. But it was too late. The scrambled fighters, didn't have time to engage the enemy away from the fleet, the Aranians would sink some ships. The pilots and the crews manning the AA batteries could only hope to minimize the losses.

It was a hard battle, great losses on both sides followed. The losses of the Aranian bombers, couldn't the counted exactly, but it was not small. However the losses of the fleet, was small, but it was the majority of the most important ships that was sunk, the transports. The losses of marines and engineers was horendous, a total of one division was killed or missing, and thats when they counted low.


The during the battle of the skies, landing crafts hit the hostile beach if Faradinia, a total of one fifth was lost to mines, enemy fire and the hostile bombers. They spew out their load and the troops began advancing with losses.

About that time the bombers, escorts and transports encoutered the Aranian airforce, scrambled to counter them. It was vicious.

Arani soldiers fired from the gun equivalent of arrow slits cut into the cliff face and ground. Otherwise the area was curiously empty of soldiers, except for a rather small number standing well back behind a shield wall. Inquisitive enemies would find it quite bulletproof.
The Derto soldiers rushed up the ground under fire from the well hidden Arani soldiers. When a rather large number were running past the centre of the Arani underground forces, they sprung the first trap. From vents hidden under a small covering of sand errupted fountains of a green coloured acid, spouting four metres into the air. Those who had made it past the vents, out of range of the acid quickly became the focus of Arani fire.

Those near the water may have noticed it turning a shining black colour, as though there had been an oil spill. While there very well may have been, this was not the reason for the oil.

ooc: Never thought I'd have to do this at the bloody climax of the story but ... BUMP

In the office of Henry LeMay, the Minister of Defence burst in waving a report in his hand.

"LEMAY HAVE YOU SEEN THIS?!"
"Don't yell Steinman. What is it?"
"It's an early report from the landing forces. They report that the enamy use highly corrosive acid in their defences."
"WHAT?!"
"You heard me. They spray acid on our brave troops. I demand that we do something!"
"Calm down. You go to your office and think something unusual and cruel, but not to cruel. Nothing against civilians. Then bring your plan back here, and maybe I'll approve it."

At the beaches of Faradinia.

"We can't move! Those SoBs got us pinned down and now the damn water as turned black! We are Dooooomed, I say Dooomed."
"Snap out of it private! We are here to do our job not to be afraid."


Outside of the missile base Cheif, with the aid of Beef and Hunter have finally dug a enough big hole for all squad, except Foureye. They began moving inside into the fenced compound.

The oil, which had been pumped into the water just beyond the surf, had now spread, turning both the rocky sand of the beach and the water black and shiny. Shutting off the valves which pumped it out, the defenders set it afire.
With the first wave of attack seemingly doomed, the weapon master in charge of the operation almost relaxed. He doubted that any other enemies would attack with the thick smoke and burning water. Briefly he sent an order to his soldiers to not fire upon troops who threw down their arms and surrendered, not that he thought there would be many of them would. In fact, he doubted they would even get much of a chance. But he wanted captives anyway, even if they were mutilated by the acid or flames.
He watched on the video screen as the towers of acid slowed their spouting (assuming that Derto is running out of troops to run up the beach for the moment) as his soldiers shut them down. Now it was a simple matter of mopping up, without anyone accidently killing themselves.

Outside the office of LeMay, the Minister of Defence Steinman was waiting. He was called here, but did not know why. The buzzer sounds, he may enter. Steinman walks through the door and sees LeMay, slumped in his chair, sobbing. He hear LeMay, mumbling.

"It's failed. Failed."
"What LeMay?"
"The invasion...they burnt up almost the entire landing force. Only a mere handful escaped with their lives back to the fleet."
Steinman gasps at this information.
"NO!", he screams with all his despair and anger.
"Yes...have ou come up with the counter plan?"
With sorrow in his voice. "Yes...it implements Tactical Nuclear weapons."
"Targeted at what?"
"The Aranian airhole. Then we'll show that we are serious. And it will ground, if not destroy, the bulk of the Aranian airforce."
"Do it. Do whatever you like. Just as long we get revenge."
"Yes Sir."

Annilon walked out onto the balcony of the palace, looking down upon the city's inhabitants who had crowded onto the streets to hear news of the war.
"People of Arani!" he began, and the crowd quietened in expectant hush. "We have victory!"
Annilon watched on as the people cheered wildly, smiling. When finally they resumed silence Annilon spoke again. "Now all that is left is to destroy the rebels of this city! Those of you with the courage to do this, gather your weapons and take yourselves to the Temple Square. There shall be no more enemies in Naraquil!"
The crowd cheered again, and a large number of them broke off in the direction of the Temple Square. Most already had their weapons with them, expecting to have need of them whatever the outcome of the surface battle.


"Shit."
Vaet listened to the enhanced voice of Annilon from his corner of the city, which likely meant that he was about to die if Sinrë did not arrive at the city shortly. "To the barricade! Hold the barricade! Don't let the bastard through!"


One of Sinrë's metapsychics reamed past the minds of the Dertonian citizens until he came upon a likely one. Forcing himself past the natural barrier of a non-metapsychic he dumped his message in his mind and awaited an answer.
Whatthefuck going on in surface war?

Sinrë stood back and hoped for a response to break the frantic rumours, and that his metapsychic didn't brainburn the poor bastard he'd decided to attack for information.

[ooc: Nuking will be covered next post]

The answer:

"We've been royaly buttfucked. Our invasion force have been destroyed. Only the fleet remains, of the coast of Faradinia. But it may be light in the end of the tunnel. The Spec. Op. is still alive. And the higherups are rushing a plan to partially destroy the Aranian airhole. It's codenamed Operation Fury."

The target happened to be one highranking general, the general in question got spontenues brainbleeding.

Operation Fury is in the launching stage.

Three B-52, took of with their payload. One Tomahawk each.
Missiles bases prepped their launches. Nuclear Missiles. But all but one, being dummies.
The fleet outside of Faradinia, where they could still see the horrible results of the invasion, prepped their missiles for the launch.

Their target. The Aranian Airhole. The plan implemented many missiles, but only one would be carrying a Nuclear payload. The idea with many missiles is to confuse the hostile anti-missile batteries, if there are any.


Phrases from Henry LeMay's speach, planned to take place after a successfull strike.
"...The intent of this strike was only to cripple the enemy forces. This is truly a day of despair, for a great nation forced to use this warfare. I can only hope for the forgivness of God and history..."

When news of the attack came, the battle within the city broke off. Annilon wanted to keep an eye on both situations, something which he couldn't do simultaneously.
"What do you suppose I should do?" he asked, seating himself on a chair in the private audience chamber.
"Well, they did just use nuclear weapons, a clear violation of Mega Tau's anti-nuke act which I believe they signed, as well as of the now largely ignored AMND treaty. I say we turn them into slag," spoke Nazgar from where he was standing against the wall. "And we did warn them not to use their nuclear arsenal."
Annilon looked aghast at the idea. "Isn't that a bit ... extreme?"
"They just nuked us! Of course not! History need not forgive them if they're dead. They may pity instead."
"But it's not like they targeted our civilians or anything."
"Only because they couldn't. You never had any problems about flooding Blyclaaf."
"There are nearly three billion people in Derto!"
"The less the better. After displaying this kind of power, no one will challenge you. You shall be feared, and respected."
"Alright. Do it. But give them warning first."
"How cruel of you ... to tell them of their death."

***

Annilon's face appeared on the screen, staring into the camera, he face dead seeming.
"In twenty minutes, Derto will be nothing but a memory. I warned you not to use your nuclear weapons, but you have not listened. Your failure to listen shall be punished. Go, hide, when you come out the ground will dissolve at your feet. Can you face death, LeMay? Can you see your world burn up around you? Walk outside and see the missile rain."

***

In the places where chemical weapons had been stored in the early days of the war, missiles flew towards the populous areas of Derto. Within them were all manner of deadly chemicals, the most painful of which were fired at the capital

OOC: Bly is having issues with posting so...

Blycaaf

"Well, that went royally wrong, didn't it" General Mayah said.
"Yes, it did. Shall we continue with our attacks?" Brigadier Chamberlain replied, in his sturdy, rough voice.
"Yes, we must win this war. If we don't win, Blyclaaf will fall, and must allow those mongrels to take us all prisoner"
"Right, sir"


The sirens on the transport ships rang out their bellowing screams that echoed out into the distance.
"Well, if the Dertonian couldn't do it, how the hell are we supposed to?" A soldier said as he placed his helmet on his head.
"Well, they didn't follow the plan that was set out for them. So, if we follow it, we might get up the beach into a defensive spot before dark. If not, we'll just stay put and continue at night, when they can't see us." Another one answered the first.
"You two, shut up and get in the boat!!" A commanding officer yelled at them.


The 18 foot long boat was loaded full of soldiers, and their equipment. It was uncomfortable, as they have hardly any room to move, let alone stand in most cases. The boats began to take off for the shore, as the boats to be loaded with Leopard Tanks were loaded up and started to leave.

In the central HQ the mood was something like this:
"Oh my sweet merciful God!"
They acted part of reflexes and in panic. They issued orders. Orders telling the airforce to scramble everything that could fly and take down the missiles. Even though some of the planes scrambled had little or no chance of taking them down. A standing order was made to the pilots. To blow them down over scarcly populated areas, if possible and if the situation required to stop the missile with their own plane. AA units on the ground was put on highest possible alert. Patriot missiles was launched, the targets was obviuos.
On the ground MP and infantry units with help from airforce units evacuated certain populace areas. The areas where evacuation was possible. They knew that the chance of success was slim, very slim. But they had no choice. Those who couldn't be evacuated was told to take shelter in various falloutshelters and bunker down.

LeMay and other highranking officals was hastily flown out the a predesignated location with highsafety ranking.


Inside the Aranian missile base, somewhat earlier.

The squad made it inside of the compound. They lost Hunter and Squeek in the progress. Left was the main control centre. Chief ordered them to move out and clear the control centre. The firefight that followed claimed yet more of the squad, leaving only Chief, Sparks and two more. But it was secure. Then all the sudden a console flashes to life. A nearby screen starts a countdown. "Sparks, do something!" Chief said with stress and fear in his voice. Sparks run towards the console. And shook his head after a short time. "Can't do anything. We require the correct key AND code. We don't have that kind of time."
"Do your best!"
"Yes Sir."

Sadly it was to no awail, no missiles from that bases launched, the squad failed.

The aftermath of the attack was horrendous. Despite the very best effort of the military branches, it wasn't good enough. They took down a number of the missiles, but not enough. The civilian bodycount was to big to correctly calculated. The guesses landed on somewhere near 75 millions. And that might have been low.

At the secure refuge.

Henry LeMay was utterly destroyed. His proud nation, beaten and down. He didn't even notice when a group of officers walk up to him.

"LeMay."
LeMay looks up with tears in his eyes. "Yes?"
"We find that you are not capable of leading Derto no more. We releave you of your leadership."
"What?! You can't do it!"
"Yes we can, we have already control of all the important units, locations and facilities. You have been offically declared tempory insane. It's for the good of our country."
"No, no you can't do this." LeMay replies with a weak and fragile voice. "I am the leader, no one else."
"Not any more. We, the junta, will lead the country as you have did after You did a palace coup against von Hessingen."
"But, but......what will you do?"
"Back of from this war, we have failed. We are forced to cut our losses. The man on the street, if he could walk outside on the street of our capitol with dying, thinks that enough is enough."

A man quietly walks up behind LeMay and inserts a syringe into LeMay's neck.
"What are doing?"
"We're sedating you and taking control, isn't it obvious?"
"You can't do this....no...." LeMay mumbles "no" while he slips into the darkness."

Message to Blyclaaf.
"We are pulling out of this war. We are no longer capable of warring. However, units currently under Blyclaafian command will continue under your command. We will regard them offically as "renegades", please use them as you wish. Furthermore, blyclaafian units, ships, aircrafts may continue to use dertonian facilities. God speed and win this war!"
- Supreme Commander General Steinman

Message to Annilon.
"What you have done will echo down the history as the greatest single crime ever done. Yes, we targeted your airbase, but not your civilians. We could have brought down the caveroof above your capitol of your so called "proud" nation if we wanted to. But we are Not cruel, appart from you. May you be proud of what you have done. You have the blood of countless beings on your hands. Be proud of that. History will remember you just like that. Whatever purpose of your heinous attack, it succeded. We will pull out of this war. But remember...every single man, women, child of Derto would more than happy to feel your blood on their hands. Be proud Annilon, and pray that judgement will never fall on your head."
- Supreme Commander General Steinman

General Mayah thumped his hand against the desk.
"Jesus Christ. Don't they understand that they can't pull out. The only two ways to get out of this war, is to either win it, or surrender. We can't allow them to surrender. It will be the end of us all!"
"The only problem is, that we can't do anything. It is their decision, and they have given permission for us to use their boats and stuff, so, we will continue to use them." Brigadier Chamberlain said.
"Yes, you are right."

[OOC: Bah, as soon as I head off on holiday for a couple of weeks, this thread gets resurrected! Typical! Ah well, at least no-one's landed troops on Fardinia yet!]

IC:

Deep under the Palace of Annilon, King of Arani, strange things were occuring. In the unending gloom of the Underdark, eerie flashes were flickering through the tunnels, followed by a subtle form of tension, that hung over drow and beast alike - similar to that which, on the surface, would signal an impending storm. And in the cold dungeons of the palace, strange gibberings and screams could be heard, echoing through the long, bleak corridors.

(Sorry about the proposed "Uber-post" That was supposed to be here, but my mum through out my Nationstates book and I can't be buggered writing it again)

The small landing craft's engines hummed along the top of the water. The men inside wear crammed into the space, hardly enough space to stand, let alone have their equipment with them. Their helmets sat on their heads, and their weapons were held anyway it was comfortable.
Many of the men began to gag, and throw up, all over the person infront's neck. The smell of sweaty bodies, mixed with fresh vomit, made the rest of the voyage hell.

Still the attack had not been sent again, Annilon was too concerned with the surface situation for that. He had sent a poll to the troops in Naraquil half an hour ago to see whether they would be in favour of offering Blycaaf the chance for an honourable battle or not, with the offer of a casualty free landing and some rest for both sides in between. They'd thought of it as a great idea, Blyclaaf however, had not. And thus it was that the Arani soldiers at the coast of Fardinia were preparing for the next invasion wave, estimated to land in another half hour. He'd already sent orders to the Kalessini and other Arani troops to force march to the area, but he doubted that they'd get there in any useful time.

***

Message to Derto:

"The victors write the history books. You are not the victor, thus, stop telling us what to write."

***

In the Water:

Vodyanoi, which had been diverted to the area, came up beneath the Blyclaafian ships. Choosing the largest and those most likely to be carrying a good deal of troops. About twenty in all, each vodyanoi rider attached an explosive to the Blyclaafian ships, before returning to the bottom of the ocean.
The explosions destroyed seven ships, with ten others being damaged, but in such a way that repairs would be possible without too much drama. Probably too long to catch the initial phase of the battle, so tough luck for those on board.
A pitiful three explosives failed to go off altogether, which would be sure to send some heads rolling in the arms manufacturing industry.

[ooc: Good to see you back Kalessin! I'd just like to point out that Derto did land troops, and they're all dead :-]