NationStates Jolt Archive

The rain beat down on on the NESS Fernacht like a hammer. The few people still on deck were so wet their ponchos stuck to their skin, as they roped down the rest of the loose equipment. The frigate had a special cargo. Nobody knew what it was, except it was important enough to have 24 hour guard by 4 ORC suited Marines, and could not even be accessed by them, or the ship's CO. The only person who could was the Marine Colonel, who was currently taking sack time. The cargo was recieved through a freighter 1 week ago in international waters near the Corporate Islands, the freighter had no national markings, not even a flag. The frigate then headed back towards The Allied Powers, where it was now, smack dab in interanational waters. The frigate wallowed through the swells, while the Captain looked over the sensor techs.
"Anything?"
"Yeah, some vortices about 200 miles away from here. Kind you might get from a stealth aircraft like the B-2 or F-117."
The Captain thought about this, and looked at the large digital map where the first signs were detected.
"Can you tell us anything on size? Numbers?"
"Well... 1 or 2 fighter bomber sized aircraft, I don't know how they got out here, must be a carrier, or a lot of MAR."
"Keep me posted on location."
"Sure."
The Captain walked out of the room, and began to close the hatch when a shrill warning tone eminated from the sensor room.
"What's going on?!"
"We have multiple high speed contacts moving towards us, estimated time to contact, uhh, 1 minute. They're moving fast and low, hard to engage with the missile systems."
The automated gatling turrets on the port side swiveled as the contatcts, now clearly missiles, skimmed toward them. They made a roar like a giant chainsaw, as a flash of light signaled the destruction of one missile. The second however, impacted on the bow, blowing a huge chunk of the upper deck into the sea. A statacco like rumble was heard as several rounds of the 155mm ETC turret went up, tearing a section of the crew bulkheads into the sea.

The Fernacht, smoke pouring from the bow, began to transmit a distress signal.

"All ships, this is the New Empire Frigate Fernacht, we have just been hit by a missile strike, require assistance. This is to anyone out there, we've been attacked. Please respond."

Bump.
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C'mon, join.

bump. someone other than me please post something here.

A nearby FCN vessel, a cargo ship yet armed, is headed nearby. There it will wait for instructions.

Well... maybe we can help.

*Transmission from Harmonian Military Forces to New Empire Command*

We would like to assist you in the stituation. Here are our availible forces:

Carrier HMF Cerebus
5 HMF-A3 Anti-sub Helecopters
5 HMF-A4 Anti-ship Attack Helecopters
20 HMF-C3 Fighter/Bombers
Battleship HMF Yamato
Battleship HMF Diamondback
30 Gunboats
15 Cruisers
10 Destroyers

"Someone get the foam onto the ETC stores!"
"Right, we're trying!"
"Where's that Colonel?"
"Sir... He's gone. A piece of shrapnel... Right through his chest. Almost in half... F*ck Sir. FC Freighter a ways out."
"Alright. Get me a line with them."
The bridge was glowing red with damage readouts, but the Captain ignored them and picked up the radio.
"Freedom Country ship, do you have any record of aircraft being moved in this area? We have taken severe damage from attack, and need assistance. Please respond."

Looks like your in need of Radar Equipment.

*Transmission from Harmonian Military Forces to New Empire Command*

More forces coming in:

15 Sonar/Radar Detection Ships
5 Gunboats

Gunboats have been ordered to protect radar ships.

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*Transmission from Harmonian Military Forces to New Empire Command*

Hmm... we got 2 aircraft on radar.... 15 incoming...

Looks like your in need of Radar Equipment.

*Transmission from Harmonian Military Forces to New Empire Command*

More forces coming in:

15 Sonar/Radar Detection Ships
5 Gunboats

Gunboats have been ordered to protect radar ships.

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*Transmission from Harmonian Military Forces to New Empire Command*

Hmm... we got 2 aircraft on radar.... 15 incoming...

Looks like your in need of Radar Equipment.

*Transmission from Harmonian Military Forces to New Empire Command*

More forces coming in:

15 Sonar/Radar Detection Ships
5 Gunboats

Gunboats have been ordered to protect radar ships.

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*Transmission from Harmonian Military Forces to New Empire Command*

Hmm... we got 2 aircraft on radar.... 15 incoming...

A commercial fishing vessel near the area, the Tabitha Payne, hears the transmission. The captain of the ship, ex Fuego Rey naval submariner Jason Melvil, is sitting in the communication tower listening to it. A frown touches his creased features as he paces back and forth. After a moment, his communications officer (Dubbed 'Sparky' by the crew) begins to speak.

Sparky: Sir, this is a serious problem. We may be the only ships able to save any of the survivors in time.

JM: I know, Sparky. **The Captain sighs** It's the only humane thing to do. Problem is, we don't know if that area is still hot. We aren't a military vessel.

Sparky: It's your call, cap. **The transmission crackles, a few screams audible in the background, and captain Melvil bows his head.**

JM: Damnit, Sparky, if there's anybody still hunting them we're all dead men.

Sparky: But we're the only ones who'll get there in time to save the crew...

JM: Shut up! Don't you think I know that?

The captain turns around, puts his hands on a map, and sighs deeply, bowing his head.

JM: God forgive me if we lose every man aboard this ship. Sparky! Radio the Fernacht. Tell them we're coming.

Sparky: Aye, sir.

A commercial fishing vessel near the area, the Tabitha Payne, hears the transmission. The captain of the ship, ex Fuego Rey naval submariner Jason Melvil, is sitting in the communication tower listening to it. A frown touches his creased features as he paces back and forth. After a moment, his communications officer (Dubbed 'Sparky' by the crew) begins to speak.

Sparky: Sir, this is a serious problem. We may be the only ships able to save any of the survivors in time.

JM: I know, Sparky. **The Captain sighs** It's the only humane thing to do. Problem is, we don't know if that area is still hot. We aren't a military vessel.

Sparky: It's your call, cap. **The transmission crackles, a few screams audible in the background, and captain Melvil bows his head.**

JM: Damnit, Sparky, if there's anybody still hunting them we're all dead men.

Sparky: But we're the only ones who'll get there in time to save the crew...

JM: Shut up! Don't you think I know that?

The captain turns around, puts his hands on a map, and sighs deeply, bowing his head.

JM: God forgive me if we lose every man aboard this ship. Sparky! Radio the Fernacht. Tell them we're coming.

Sparky: Aye, sir.

A commercial fishing vessel near the area, the Tabitha Payne, hears the transmission. The captain of the ship, ex Fuego Rey naval submariner Jason Melvil, is sitting in the communication tower listening to it. A frown touches his creased features as he paces back and forth. After a moment, his communications officer (Dubbed 'Sparky' by the crew) begins to speak.

Sparky: Sir, this is a serious problem. We may be the only ships able to save any of the survivors in time.

JM: I know, Sparky. **The Captain sighs** It's the only humane thing to do. Problem is, we don't know if that area is still hot. We aren't a military vessel.

Sparky: It's your call, cap. **The transmission crackles, a few screams audible in the background, and captain Melvil bows his head.**

JM: Damnit, Sparky, if there's anybody still hunting them we're all dead men.

Sparky: But we're the only ones who'll get there in time to save the crew...

JM: Shut up! Don't you think I know that?

The captain turns around, puts his hands on a map, and sighs deeply, bowing his head.

JM: God forgive me if we lose every man aboard this ship. Sparky! Radio the Fernacht. Tell them we're coming.

Sparky: Aye, sir.

Well... maybe we can help.

*Transmission from Harmonian Military Forces to New Empire Command*

We would like to assist you in the stituation. Here are our availible forces:

Carrier HMF Cerebus
5 HMF-A3 Anti-sub Helecopters
5 HMF-A4 Anti-ship Attack Helecopters
20 HMF-C3 Fighter/Bombers
Battleship HMF Yamato
Battleship HMF Diamondback
30 Gunboats
15 Cruisers
10 Destroyers
Harmonan Military Command, we need a sensor sweep of all air within 1000 miles of the incident. The cargo on that frigate is very important. I'm not sure if I'm in the position to disclose that, you'll have to talk to ARDCOM. Look, we need to secure the entire area, find out who did this, and how they knew the cargo, if they did at all.

*Transmission from Harmonian Military Forces to New Empire Command*

We're beginning our sweep for cargo and survivors...

We have a defencive area around your ships, we're ready to move on your command.

"FR Fishing vessel, thanks for the help. We're gonna ask that you stay frosty, we could still be at risk."
"Harmona, we appreciate your help. Can you bring in some medical supplies?"

*Transmission from Harmonian Military Forces to New Empire Command*

We're bringing in a supply convoy... hold on... here they come:

20 Supply Ships
20 Cargo Ships
10 Gunboats
2 Cruisers

"Thanks a heap. Be careful coming in, come from behind, so you don't have to worry about any fire."
OOC-Still looking for an attacker. No need to say IC you did it, but we need one.

OOC: Just out of curiosity, what is Harmona doing with a fleet that size in the area of the frigate? And if Harmona has a fleet that size deployed into the area, doesn't it stand to logic that they may have been the ones to attack the New Empire frigate? After all they do have carrier in that massive battle group.

OOC: Guess i'm gonna have to withdraw from this one; at the time, I assumed our ship was the only one close enough to help, but it seems this was a populated area of the sea ;) Besides, i've got homework to do. Good luck with it though, it seems interesting.

The Uap command will move the general purpose destroyer Dionysus into the general area to begin radar sweeps and area sweeps with the Lynx VII AWAC/AS helicopter

OOC: I may be willing to be an attacker, but Harmona's got a hell of a lot of ships in the area, especially for a young nation. Anyway, I would need to know why the Imperium would be interested in attacking this frigate. Might you have stolen something from us?

OOC: I'm lookin for a good fight. That's why I bought all this stuff. If nobody big's gonna try to mow me down I guess I'll have to pull out some ships. :cry:

OOC: And I got a truckload of cash from other countries (thanks whoever gave me the money) and from sellin off stuff.

OOC: Here's my source of money :lol:

OOC: Just out of curiosity, what is Harmona doing with a fleet that size in the area of the frigate? And if Harmona has a fleet that size deployed into the area, doesn't it stand to logic that they may have been the ones to attack the New Empire frigate? After all they do have carrier in that massive battle group.
OOC-Yes, but these guys have a fire on the ship, loaded with something that could be a bomb, or weapons, or a virus. Plus, who says we aren't taking the necessary steps for security.
IC-The Captain ordered the HVASM system to lock onto the armed ships, as armed sailors watched carefully over the incoming ships.

*Transmission from Harmonian Military Forces to New Empire Command*

We're ready to engage at will. We're still in defencive position over your ships(s).

Far off, the Imperial Drakonian Naval Battle Group Wyrm started a hulking turn back toward the Drakonian homeland. One more strike and the threat would be elliminated.

Onboard the bridge of the Battle Group's Flagship, the Supercarrier IDS Wyrm, specially assigned Commodore Alexis Stone watched the next wave of Stealth Fighter-Bombers launch for the final run on the doomed frigate. She sighed, and watch the dark gloomy rainy day turn night with the setting of the sun. It was going to be a long night.

The Dionysus reports no unauthorised surface or airborne contacts, she is recalling her chopper and moving to join the rescue operation. in addition the Uap SUBCOMF2 subsection 3 is preparing to order the Trafalgar class attack subs TIRELESS and TRAFALGAR into the area on receipt of authorsational endosement by New Empire Command

OOC: I may be willing to be an attacker, but Harmona's got a hell of a lot of ships in the area, especially for a young nation. Anyway, I would need to know why the Imperium would be interested in attacking this frigate. Might you have stolen something from us?
OOC-The cargo are parts of a computer system used to hack in and identfiy enemy military systens, along with the ability to disable or control any computer controlled network-linked devices, including spy satellites, comm. networks, automated weapons systems, etc. Possibly some of the systems were stolen by the Black Market people who sold it to us (The owners of the freighter).

*Transmission from Harmonian Military Forces to New Empire Command*

This is Sonar/Radar Detection Ship D-7, we're picking up some radio chatter from east... we can't get a secure comms channel with Gunboat Crew. Something's jamming our transmissions to Gunboats G-1 and G-2. Send message to carreir group and prepare to launch fighters...

*Transmission from Harmonian Military Forces to New Empire Command*

We got *static* ... on radar... (screeching noises) bombers overhead... heading to your area... *static* ... attemptin... launch fighters... (radio transmission lost)

The Stealth Fighter-Bombers sweep in over the Harmona ships attempting to rescue those in the frigate. In seconds, their missiles are away. Streaming in toward the New Empire Frigate and those unfortunate Harmonan vessels to be close to that Frigate.

The Jets arch overhead and swin back for their far away home carrier.

Under the waves, two small silent submarines close in on the Harmonan and New Empire ships. They prepare to launch their torpedoes. Running silent, they prepare to do a quick sonar ping to confirm that the Stealth Aircraft hit their targets.

"Roger that, we're detecting identical signatures. Incoming aircraft."
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Cortina AFB-
The 48 F-109s scrambled into action, and were loaded with SCRAMJet boosters for rapid deployment. They coasted to maximum altitude, and set off the boosters.
"Fernacht, this is Liberty Flight. ETA 20 minutes."
"Ahh... Liberty, we may not last that long. We're picking up some enemy aircraft, we'll relay you the locations now. ETA to firing range on those?"
"16 minutes if they hold speed and course. Just hold on."
--
The ASW chopper, with the cargo inside, lifted off.
"Harmonan fleet, we need a landing area on your ships, can you provide?"
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"INCOMING MISSILES! I REPEAT INCOMING!"
"Fire SM-2 missiles, target the vortices created by the stealth aircraft."
The 10 missiles flew out, as the Fernacht burst into flame, and the ASW chopper flew away."

*Transmission from Harmonian Military Forces to New Empire Command*

We got heavy damage on the HMF Diamondback and her surounding ships, but we're ok. If there's one attack there's gonna be more, launch all Fighters/bombers, Helecopters and Anti-Submarine Helecopters... they'll do a patrol sweep around the area.

*Transmission from Harmonian Military Forces to New Empire Command*

We have landing space on the carrier, you are cleared to land at pad 2.

*Transmission from Harmonian Military Forces to New Empire Command*

We have landing space on the carrier, you are cleared to land at pad 2.

(the Bridge of the Dionysus)
"Captain sir this is sonar we have an anomaly"
"Sonar enlighten me, what sort of anomaly?"
"well sir the equipment we have on board for detecting underwater currents are detecting two unusual disturbances closing on the task force but we have no sonar contact"
"thank you sonar pass bearing and range to flight control"
" aye sir"
"cheif, launch the Lynx again and see if it can get an active ping on those contacts"
"yes sir"
The Lynx VII rose speedily off the flight deck at the rear of the ship and sped away to the position indicated by Flight control and started laying patern after patern of sonar bouys

"Roger that, we're coming in with the cargo."
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The SM-2A4 was a modified SM-2 the frigate had launched. It's computer guidance system immediately found the enemy despite it's main tracking systems, the frigate, were gone.

*Transmission from Harmonian Military Forces to New Empire Command*

We got 2 Subs on intercept corse to your location. We're sending out all anti-sub ships to that area. We'll maintain radio silence to reduce chance of attack.

Over and out.

For a second the Mini-Subs go on active sensors. The targets had survived although the New Empire ship was not likely to last much more than a few minutes and several of the New Harmonan vessels appeared to be listing deep into the ocean. The Submarines logged the ships locations and killed their active sensors, going back to silent-mode they shift positions and fired their torpedoes.

Throwing their engines to full the Subs swung around shot away sinking deep into the depths of the ocean. The trails of the four torpedoes only relaying where the small submarines had been.

"Bridge, Flight ,Sir the Lynx reports posative contacts do we prosecute ?"
"no cheif just monitor for now well prosecute as soon as we can confirm the contacts are hostile"
"aye sir"

One of Stealth Pilots spotted the aerial pursuit. "We've got company," he called to the other Drakonian. "Let's go low and fast."

The Stealth Fighter-Bombers dropped to just over the waves engaging their afterburners. On the stormy sea white wakes appeared below the speeding aircraft as they made a run for the carrier Battle Group.

"BRIDGE,SONAR, TORPEEDO'S IN THE WATER REPEAT TORPEEDO'S IN THE WATER"
"Hard a starboard"
"Cheif Prosecute those contacts repeat prosecute"
"aye sir , the lynx reports there going deep"

teh helicopter swooped in low and fired two ASW torpeedo's at on of the rapidly desending contacts, it then comes round again and lays a new patern of sonar bouys in an attempt to hang on to the contacts.

New Empire Naval Command Center-
"Alright. We'll be perfoming a satellite sweep soon enough. Stay cool, try to pick up survivors."
The Admiral looked up at the rest of the officers.
"Run a satellite sweep of the area, identify any ships capable of launching the fighter bombers."
"Aye aye, hold on, sir."
"Bingo. Drakonian Imperium Supercarrier IDS Wyrm."
"Contact Liberty, get that ship incapacitated."
"Yessir. Liberty Flight, we have a new target, Supercarrier IDS Wyrm, engage with the SuperCav torpedoes from maximum range."
"Roger that. Moving in."
The 12 F-109s equipped with 2 MK88 Supercavitating torpedoes flew low, and dropped them into the sea. The long range torpedoes then accelerated, creating a bubble of air around them, while they ran up a speed of a mile per 2 seconds, targeted intently on the Wyrm.

The lead Drakonian Frigate suddenly made a hard turn and pulled back toward the turning Drakonian Battle Group, sending a wave of Communication's Chatter over the flagship.

"We have multiple national transponders out there. We're reading Harmonan and United Arab Peaples ships out there," the Communication's Channel chattered.

"God damn," the Commodore swore, her blond haired head suddenly full of anger. "There weren't supposed to be any other nations out there, much less allies." There was a long silence on the bridge as she pondered what to do. "Did we kill the ship," she asked, finally.

"It's sinking," an Officer reported. "But, there are several others close enough to recover the cargo."

The Commodore frowned. It would have to be good enough, she decided. "Pull out, full retreat. Get us home," she ordered.

Then it happened. "What the hell," someone yelled. "Torpedo in the Water! Repeat, Torpedo in the Water! Incoming!"

The word that flowed from the Naval Commodore mouth were not happy and should not be repeated. "Countermeasures," she roared. "Get us the hell out of here!"

(OOC) going to bed . . . . . not that my existance was even acknowledged once during this RP anyway . . ho hum

*Transmission from Harmonian Military Forces to New Empire Command*

We're bearly hagin on here, but we've managed to damage some of the Drakonian Imperium's bombers and subs. We got their Battle Group cooridinates and are moving an attack squad of 10 Gunboats, 2 Cruisers, 2 Destroyers and the Carrier HMF Cerebus on the attack. The remaining ships will defend the NW ships.

The light cruiser, IDS Goliath, shifted it's position as the Task Force turned toward it's home water in Drakonia. The unfortunately it moved to slowly and in the wrong position. Several of the torpedoes meant for the Supercarries slammed into the ship.

A series of fiery explosions marked the end of the Goliath. There was little hope. The small chunks of hull that were left were quickly lost beneath the raging sea.

The Supercarrier was still making the long turn. The Stealth Fighter-Bomber just having escaped their pursuit, landed as the first of anti-torpedo countermeasures were deployed. Explosions in the water signified the success of the countermeasure and then a pair of torpedoes hit home. Along the hull of the Wyrm two holes opened up with a pair of raging explosions. The carrier started to list, smoke shooting up over it's side.

OOC: UAP, I aknowledged you in my last post. That's why I am leaving the area don't want to fight an ally (or former ally). *Makes note to resurrect and finish ancient pirate war fought alongside UAP*

*Transmission from Harmonian Military Forces to New Empire Command*

Looks like they're gone. We'll be pulling out our forces soon. All HMF units return to Nav. Point 7 and then head to base.

"YeeeehAAA! We just sunk ourselves a goddam cruiser!"
"I count a couple hits on that carrier."
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"Sir, they appear to be leaving. I suggest we call off the attacks."
"WHAT!" The admirals face glowed redder than a jet engine "THESE PEOPLE HAVE KILLED UP TO 158 NEW EMPIRIAN SAILORS AND MARINES! HOW DO YOU THINK THAT SITS WITH US?"
"Sir, I understand, but..."
"YOU'RE GONNA CALL IN THE NAVAL AIR WING ON THE CBG, AND SINK THAT DAMN CARRIER TO THE BOTTOM OF THE SEA! DO YOU HEAR ME?"
The man nodded, and punched in the order.
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There were only 24 F-106 Vampire Stealth Attack Fighters, but they each carried 6 of the torpedoes. They flew off the decks of the carrier, and prepared to engage the Drakonian CBG.
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"Hello, get me the Drakonian leaders. Anyone. Yes, this is USNE President Corinth Dleroes." She was infuriated with the DI, and had cleared the attacks on the CBG. Now for the diplomacy. A little late, and in the wrong order, but she was going to find out what the hell the DI was doing.

*Transmission from Harmonian Military Forces to New Empire Command*

Um... we're pulling out.

HMF forces have pulled out of the area.

"Roger that. Our chopper will be leaving for our CBG. But remember this- We have effectively gone to war with the DI. Stay away from these waters unless you're gonna fight, it's far too dangerous."

*Transmission from Harmonian Military Forces to New Empire Command*

Well... we better warn our shipping industries.

See ya'll later.

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The bridge of the Wyrm was filled with chaos. Officers and Crew ran back and forth on the tilted deck.

"Confirm, confirm. Two solid hits," someone called out.

"Get that fire under control," another voice rang out.

The Commodore picked herself of the floor. "Will she hold," she yelled over the din.

"She'll hold," the old crockety Captain, stated defiantly.

Across the room the Communication's Officer sat at his station carrying out his orders. "This the Drakonian Carrier Batte Group Wyrm. There has been an unprovoked attack, while we were on manuevers. The Carrier Wyrm is seriously damaged and the cruiser Goliath has been destroyed. Requesting immediate assistance!"

The Battle Group continued it's slow movement home to the Imperium.

"Sir," the old Naval Officer marched boldly up to the Praetor of the Dominion of Drakonian Imperium. "There has been an incident. The Task Force Wyrm was attacked."

The news surprised the Praetor, even though he suspected the reason for the attack. "Then the DIA has been mettling, again. We have a problem. Damage?"

The aged Officer frowned, he did not know what the Praetor was refering to. "The Wyrm has been seriously damaged and the light cruiser Goliath destroyed," the Officer stated.

"You mean sunk," the Praetor corrected.

The response was prompt. "No Destroyed." And then the officer was gone.

The Praetor turned to the man in the room with him. "Senater Benorov has been interfering again," The Praetor stated coldly. "This cannot go, unpunished. Have him tried for treason."

The other man started to leave. "Oh." The Praetor stopped him. "And issue a statement to our attackers that the Battle Group was on a training cruise. I do not want a war, a least not yet."

"Manuvers, huh? Manuvers involving the launch of fighter-bombers and the sinking of one of our frigates. Unprovoked my- Excuse me. But what I have here are sensor logs and satellite footage, in excruciating detail of multiple missile attacks on one of our frigates. Would you like to see some results of your "training"? I have some very clear photos of men that have halved by explosions from anti-ship missiles. The entire populace of my nation is screaming for the blood of 91 dead sailors. The ones you killed on your "training excersize". Not to be rude, but I cannot stand to see you lying through your teeth, or are you really THAT out of control when it comes to your navy."

The Five Civilized Nations have dispatched three Akula IV Class SSNs, the Ferocious, the Kraken, and the Meridian to the area to investigate...

In addition, the Five Civilized Nations do not believe Drakonian Imperium's claims that the Wyrm Task Force was on a training mission... We will not tolerate a declaration of war by the Drakonian Imperium on the New Empire, United Arab People, and/or Harmona.

--The King of the Five Civilized Nations, Duke of Europa, Lance Crusade

OOC Busy day in the waters isn't it? I'll withdraw the post if this seems a little too unlikely ;)

IC
A small convoy makes its way through the waters, their engines running at a steady pace that would see them how again soon enough. The seven merchant ships were the oldest of the government-sponsored merchant navy and the three Cherubim-class escorts were there to ensure that this venture succeeded. So far everything had been routine, but...

On the bridge of the forward escort, TNS Azrael.

"Captain!"
Commander Jackson's head jerked up as the report came through from CIC, but the Lieutenant (jg) blurted the answer before he could question the exlamation.
"Contacts, Sir, looks like a, no two, fleets ahead on our route... CIC says composition makes Carrier groups... they're parting but sonar is picking up metal in the water, sir."
"Positive identification?"
"Nothing we have on file , sir, but you know our files are woefully new. We can't identify the nations invol... sir! Aircraft present, sir: we have multiple craft up there."

"Understood Lieutenant." Jackson considered for a moment before starting to bark orders "Comms, pull the merchies in tighter and bring the Laurence up alongside us... tell the Dominic to stay at the rear but keep tight."
"Aye, sir!"

"Send a query to the carrier groups ahead. Give our convoy designation and ask them if we're clear to pass through."

The Wyrm and her support ships continued their limp home.

"Keep those holds from flooding," an Officer called across the chaotic bridge of the wounded Supercarrier.

"Sir," the Communication's Officer voiced toward the Commodore. "We're recieving communications from a Tarrican Convoy. Their requesting permission to pass through the area."

The Commodore glanced back at Officer obviously still angered at the damage to her ship. "Tell them, we won't bother them. But state loudly on an open channel that were attacked, without provokation and that the area may not be safe."

She spun back to where she was working. "Get me the status of the Harmona and UAE fleets, as well as all aircraft," she ordered. "I want to know what kind of pursuit we're seeing."

"Manuvers, huh? Manuvers involving the launch of fighter-bombers and the sinking of one of our frigates. Unprovoked my- Excuse me. But what I have here are sensor logs and satellite footage, in excruciating detail of multiple missile attacks on one of our frigates. Would you like to see some results of your "training"? I have some very clear photos of men that have halved by explosions from anti-ship missiles. The entire populace of my nation is screaming for the blood of 91 dead sailors. The ones you killed on your "training excersize". Not to be rude, but I cannot stand to see you lying through your teeth, or are you really THAT out of control when it comes to your navy."

The Diplomatic's face was stern and not happy. The New Empire may have sensor logs, but Satellite Footage is impossible in those storm driven seas. There is far too much cloud cover, for satellite footage to gather any concrete proof.

"Furthermore, while your people scream for vengeance on the 91 Dead Sailers, our will be screaming for vengeance for the over 600 Dead Drakonians killed aboard the Goliath and Wyrm, today, by we assume your nation. Do you want graphic evidence of their tragic deaths, of that we can provide as well.

"However, as with what you claim to be our attack, there is no proof, due to weather condition, that you did attack us. For all we know the same nation that attack you, then attack us.

"To conclude, our navy is quite strongly under our control and if you do not want to see more of it's capabilities, I advise you to agree to work this incident out diplomaticly. The Imperium will not be threatened, but are willing to work out this tragic incident diplomaticly. We hope your nation also see the benefit to diplomatic talks instead of open war."

"You fail to see that even though the satellite readings may be fuzzy, all logs, and those taken from other ships in the area clearly indicate multiple launches from YOUR carrier, followed by multiple launches on OUR ship. Now, this ship had a cargo that you might find, shall we say, interesting. I guess it's SUCH a coincidence that the aircraft that attacked us were detected over YOUR aircraft carrier, and attacked OUR ship with this cargo. I am sorry if the censor doesn't get this, but that is possibly the LARGEST piece of -------- I have ever had the mispleasure of hearing from a politician in my life. The only things I have to regret are the fact that the attack on your ships did not get there in time to save the ship from the second wave of YOUR bombers that sunk it, and for the sailors manning those ships who's lives you effectively THREW AWAY by attacking us. The attack could of been from our allies, or someone else. Possibly it was the same nation. Possibly I am lying just like you. You show your hand, and we'll put down ours."
Corinth took a short breath, and loosened her fist that sat on the desk.
"Now, I'm going to ask something- We will freeze all our fleet over the wreckage of the Fernacht, and you will cease movement of the Carrier Battle Group. During this time, there will be an investigation, of the missile, along with comparisons of the launch, and radar signatures of the stealth aircraft that your SuperCarrier currently uses. Any attempt to move Stealth Aircraft off the carrier will confirm that you made this attack. Now, we know you did this. This is merely to prove it."

The Carrier, the NESS Point Dasch, and her battle group halted around the wreckage. The F-109N squadrons launched on CAP missions, as rescue boats began picking sailors out of the life rafts.
The Corpsman helped the bleeding sailor to the deck, his face grim.
"D-d-did we g-g-get 'em?" sputtered the soldier through coughs.
"We splashed them, that's for sure. Got a crusier, and damaged the carrier. But the pollies are now negotiating it, with the DI claiming, "Training Manuvers".
"B-b-bullsh*t. You fix me up quick. G-get me on the next Arsenal Ship here, and I'll personally send a Hyper-Vee up that diplomats a$$, followed by whatever is left on that carrier."
The Corpsman sighed, and began wrapping up the sailors arm wound, and looked at the rest of the sailors, who probably weren't feeling much different.

The Black Limosine pulled down the alleyway in the capitol of the Imperium, Drako Throne, and stopped. From out of the shadows a man appeared wearing a black trenchcoat with a wide-brimmed hat hiding his face. He waited for the passengers in the limosine to exit.

They emerged. Two men joined the dark shade that had emerged from the shadows. Both were powerful and both were betraying the country and people they had sworn to protect.

The first was a hunched over fat politician by the name of Eric Benorov. He was a senator and had strong influence over the Drakonian Intelligence Agency (DIA). He was also, obese and concerned only with himself.

The other man, was dressed in the uniform of a naval officer and that he was. Admiral Andrew Holme had never been an outstanding or decorated Naval Officer, but he had done his duty and gained his rank through years of service. He was lukewarm in everything, but one; it was only money that he sought after.

The dark shade in the trenchcoat and wide-brimmed hat smiled. "I see you have accomplish what we requested," the shade said. "The payment will be deposited in your overseas bank accounts."

Senator Benerov rubbed his hands together. "Good, good," he drooled.

The wiry Admiral didn't seem as pleased. "There are problems," he stated. "The Praetor is on to us. Probably has been for some time, biding his time."

There was silence for a second. "We will be openly claiming Shinzo Golanus, shortly. You may meet up with our agents there and we will get you out of the country." The man's statement was cold and unfeeling as if he cared not if either man escaped. With his business done the man again melded into the shadows and was gone.

The Admiral and Senator turned to each other deep in conversation in how they would escape without getting arrested and charged for their crimes against the state.

At the end of the alleyway a Police Car rolled slowly by. The Officer inside noticed the unusual location of the Limosine and checked the license plate against the Police Database. He turned down the alleyway, flashing his lights seeing the Warrant out for the arrest of Senator Benerov and that the Limosine was his car. He Flashed his lights and sirens, causing an explosion of movement.

The Admiral and Senator both dove into their limosine and tried to make their escape the Police Car pulling into pursuit.

The Admiral sat down at the long table with the digital wallscreens flicking on, maps, files, and readouts filling them up.
"Whaddya SSA boys got for me?"
"We're sure they were after the cargo. And after a ton of anaylisis, we may believe the CBG was acting on it's own, or under someone else in the nation's orders."
"But do they know we have the cargo? Surely they saw the ASW bird lifting off."
"They didn't see us hitting them, so we aren't sure about that."

An Official Address from the office of Chancellor/Marshall of the Armed Republic of Liberty Fighters

The marshall stood behind the podium, In his Military Service unifrom, he didnt like to wear his dress blues, the APTO flag to his right and the Commonwealth's Flag on his left, he started his address

"It has come to my attention, that our friends, comrades, our Allies, The United States of New Empire suffered an attack on a convoy transporting inportant cargo for thier military. They lost a frigate, and 91 of thier sailors and marines, injuring many more. In a retaliation to the apparent agressors they scrambled fighters and attacked a Drakonian Imperium carrier battle goup; sinking a light crusier and heavily damaging a carrier. Now as I have been provided with the intel by word of mouth, and by seeing sensor logs, as well as the readings from our own sattelites, I have come to the decision that the Imperium displays some untrustable characteristics similar to those of Melkor Unchained. We will not stand for another of melkor, therefore I have authorized the 1st and 2nd Fleets to assist the NE navy in any way needed to insure the rights of thier people, to assist in the preservation of freedom, and to proctect the liberty of the right, we have proven ourselves numerous times, and again we shall do so. Semper Fi! For Freedom!"

The message was recieved with a degree of tension on the bridge of the TNS Azrael, one junior piped up...

"If they've got casualties, sir, should we offer aid?"
Captain Jackson doesn't even need to think about this. "No, this whole setup stinks of gunboat diplomacy on someone's part. We're not joining in unless we have to."

"Send a message to all parties: we're declairing the air space around our convoy as restricted... we'll head through without bothering them but we're not going to risk letting planes over our heads when some or all of you are acting trigger-happy."
"Those words, sir... its not quite diplomatic?"
"Those words, Lieutenant, but add on our thanks for the information to the DI fleet and wish them luck getting the" he checks the info comming from CIC "Wyrm back to harbour."
"Aye, sir."

High Admiral Halsey himself took the task of commanding the 1st and 2nd Fleets that were to assist the New Empire in ther current conflict, alog with the two fleets, the first Wolf Pack, commanded by Stadd Admiral McHenry was assinged to cover the fleets with more submarine presence

On-board the carrier Sage

Admiral Halsey goton the comm to the NE Fleets
"NE ships, this is High Admiral Halsey, commander of the Liberty Forces Navy, as ordered we are here to assist in any way"

"Roger that. We appreciate the help. Move in to set up a perimeter, we're gonna do some recon."
--
The 4 Pirhana UUVs activated the supercav bubble, went deep, and slowly cruised around the water deep under the fleet. They waited for any type of aircraft launch, and then they would surface enough for the cameras to get video evidence.

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High Admiral Halsey did as ordered, a seasoned Naval officer knew the game and was just going through the motions

Today, the Akula IV Class SSN, the Meridian was sunk with all hands lost at sea... The two nearby Akula IV SSNs, the Kraken and the Ferocious report an enemy attack upon the Meridian We express our condolences to the families of the men of the Meridian.

--Head Spokesmen for the Government, Thomas Acton

OOC: Someone claim responsibility or something... :)

"Godamnit, the whole area's being lit up... Did the Pirhanas catch anything?"
"Nossir. It must be some other ship, or someone else entirely."


OOC-FCN, this has to stay related to the current RP, I don't like hijacking.

OOC: It is... Someone is attacking my ships, it could be the Drakonian Imperium or someone who is mistaking my ships for the enemy...

The Drakonian Diplomat stepped aside and from behind him another man appeared. He was tall, frame built strong and thin. Dressed in the White, Gold, and Silver Uniform of a Drakonian Grand Admiral, commander of the naval fleets of the Imperium. The man's face was a mask of authority and power and his very pressence felt of respect.

For a second all was silent, then the Grand Admiral spoke. "We understand your nation's anger at what has happened, but the Imperium is also angry. The Imperium offers it's condolences on the loss of your sailers. They died honorable serving your country. Few could ask more.

"However, we will not further endanger our fleet by keeping it in that dangerous area. Be warned the Imperium will not take lightly to further attacks. You may be assured, that ships of the Imperial Drakonian Navy will take great care to avoid the waters of New Empire. Diplomacy it appears has failed." The Grand Admiral shot a heated glance at the Drakonian Diplomat and then was gone.

OOC: It is... Someone is attacking my ships, it could be the Drakonian Imperium or someone who is mistaking my ships for the enemy...

OOC: I am in deep enough already, it's not me. The traitor admiral who gave the attack order is no longer in command of anything.

Liberty Fighters, the Imperium is so insulted by your comments (ICly) that it is ignoring them. No offense, OOCly. Good Play, by the way.

The Director of the Drakonian Intelligence Agency (DIA) paced the floors of the Grand Praetorian Palace. "There is talk that the CoVar Corporation has agents infiltrating the nation. It even appears that they may be working with the rebelious Golan Tribe in Shinzo Golanus. And now this." The Director let out a long sigh. "There can be no doubt, that the incident with New Empire was organized by CoVar. They have stuck at our very heart."

Across the room, the Grand Admiral stood staring silently out a window. He turned. "They have dicredited one of our most promising naval officers and now betrayal in the very ranks of my...our navy." The Grand Admiral turned back to the window, his mask barely reigning in his anger. "I will not let Commodore Stone be disgraced for the failure and traitorous acts of her superior," he stated. "And I will have the head of Andrew Holme on a silver platter." The metaphor was well said.

Nor was it lost on the Praetor. "As I will have the head of Eric Benerov," he replied, watching the Director of the DIA continue to pace. "This infiltration must be stopped before CoVar has a foothold in our nation. Those terrorists would ruin this country, as they have tried so often. Do not allow more treachery to weaken us," the Praetor ordered the pacing man. "As for diplomacy , the senate debates and the Diplomatic Corps. are making no progress." The Praetor too sighed, he did not want war.

The Wyrm and her escorts continued to lift home to the Imperium. Sailing safely away from the apparent warzone. Soon she was out of the storm, away from where so many of her crew had died; where the Goliath had been sent to the bottom.

On the bridge of the wounded supercarrier, Commodore Alexis Stone look out onto the deck of her damaged ship. She would be glad when this assignement was over. From her last communication with Naval Command it looked like the mission had not been authorized. The Imperium had been betrayed by one of it's own and she had been set up to take the fall. She would not fall, the Grand Admiral had assured her, she was too valuable to the Imperium.

"Ma'am," the young officer approached her. "The Tarrican Convoy states the airspace above it as restricted. They also wished us good luck."

"Thank you," Commodore Stone responded, still lost in thought. "Wish them good luck as well."

They were going to need luck. The whole Imperium was going to need luck.

The convoy moves on tentatively through the waters, plotting a course to avoid the New Empire naval presence.

"We're getting some strange sonar returns, sir... I'd say there's been fighting down there as well."
Captain Jackson mulled over the report. "Hmmm... but the Imperium only mentioned aerial attacks..."
"Sir." speaks his executive officer, Lieutenant Commander Kozlowski. "This might be a good time to test out the sonar bouys."
"We can't afford to leave any behind, Mike."
"Then how about fishing, sir? Let them out then reel them in."

"Good ploy, exec, see to it. We didn't specify sub-surface space so we can't add that now... but we need to know if anything's down there..."

OOC Don't look at me... I don't even have submarines yet... and my ASW capacity is limited on these things. Hmmm... maybe I should have designed an ASW escort to go with the AA ones I'm deploying. Whoops :wink:

"You ask for justice? We will deliver that. Cease the movements of your fleet, and we will cease ours. We ask for other nations to conduct thorough investigations, one that will reveal the true attackers of the Fernacht. We do not wish for war, but for truth."

New Empire, due to some mistook words, I do not think we the Liberty Fighters can preform the investigation, never the less we will continue our presence as security only.

And to the Imperium, we did not mean to say that you are in fact like Melkor Unchained, it just put us at alert when you were aprently or claim to be falsey lead to the actions, we have done some research and can see that you are indeed not much like the Evils of melkor. Although, we still do not fully trust yor presense and commend your withdrawl as a true sign of peace

OCC: Good play? Thanks, but what exactly was, Im confused, haha.

The Drakonian Diplomat looked at the New Empire Representative questioningly. "I do not recall asking for justice," he stated frankly. "And as for our fleet, I think the Grand Admiral made it clear that the threat to the fleet is too great for it to remain in the area.

"However, since you bring up the topic of justice. I can assure you that if anyone in the Imperium was responsible for the attacks on the Fernacht. They will be held accountable by the Drakonian Department of Justice." The last words made it clear to all listening that, if anyone in Drakonia was responsible that justice would not be lieniant and that they would pay.

The Drakonian Diplomatic turns to the Liberty Fighters Representative. "As for the statements made by Liberty Fighters. The Imperium accepts your appology and understand the hasty rash comments were made without all the facts being known, as they still are not. We hope that we can work past our current differences."

OOC: Tarrican, not my Mini-Subs they took off at full speed after they attack the Harmonan and New Empire ships.

Liberty Fighters, I meant that your comparison of the Drakonian Imperium (Moi) to Melkor was a good Diplomatic move. It made me look very bad, especially since OOCly everyone knows I did it.

OOC: yeah well what can I say? Im perfect! haha no, thanks for the compliment, i thot it was a good move too ;-)

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OOC: Archive?

OOC-Maybe, you can request it if you want.