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Carrier Deck, CSJS Atlas
06:59

There was a flurry of activity as the plane carrying the Omzian Admiral approached the flight deck. This was, after all, a VIP visit, and nothing would be spared, nor would any mistakes be tolerated. Everyone was doing their best now, as the clearance to land had been given, and the LSO was already directing the Omzian plane in.

Carrier Deck, CSJS Atlas
06:59

There was a flurry of activity as the plane carrying the Omzian Admiral approached the flight deck. This was, after all, a VIP visit, and nothing would be spared, nor would any mistakes be tolerated. Everyone was doing their best now, as the clearance to land had been given, and the LSO was already directing the Omzian plane in.
Carrier Deck, CSJS Atlas
0659

Just as the S-3B quickly increased to full speed as it set off its arrestor hook and touched down onto the carrier, the 3rd wire suddenly caught the plane -- stopping it to a full halt. As the LSOs would direct the planes in, the Omzian Rear Admiral got ready inside the small room of this plane.

As the plane parked, he finally stepped out, looking for the person he's going to meet.

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The Omzian aircraft, now totalling 29 F/A-22Cs mainly in the area, continued the fight with the F-13B. Clearly, they wanted them to be out. They wanted to chase the invaders to their last bone, just as the Omzian aircraft continued their speed, meeting the opposite side of this continued fight. They are pilots. They are soldiers. But they are also the fighters, of Omz222.

As the night faded and morning came, the engine roars continued on through the ruins of the downtown... The site of endless fightings.

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28th Multirole Strike Squadron, Watching Tigers
0658

The 12 F/A-160s, as the part of a final operation, continued on carrying their total of 48 500lb JDAM bombs. They were set for a terminal mission -- paving way for future strike missions. Again, flying extremely low, they hurled across the urban environments of Honjaksgrad -- or, what it is left with. There are a number of targets on their list: supply depots, underground bunkers linked to subways, and most importantly, the water control station, incase the enemy urban fighters took the advantage of the sewers and decided to flood it once the Omzian troops came in. Flying over, they quickly went over the TelMart Supplies Depot -- a good location for the enemy to store supplies, as the space inside there is simply, enormous...

...4 bombs fell, quickly headed towards the roof of the depot...

They continued on, to their other targets. "Enfield, SAM Launch at 8'O clock!", just as the PMADS-fired SAM missiles headed and directly exploded front of 3 F/A-160s. They haven't had time to eject. "Jettison Weapons!"

Just as the call went, the crews urgently jettisoned their bombs onto the streets and buildings of an industrial sector of the city, creating a spectular explosion on the abandoned factories at first. The F/A-160s however, pulled up, fired chaff and flares, and quickly initated more evasion manuvers to evade the radar, as they were desperately hoping that the sign representing MARS radars to disappear from their RWR.

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29th Multirole Strike Squadron, Sudden Eruption
0702

Although the F-4Gs and the A-12Cs dropped an enormous amounts of bombs, the Omzians still sent a last group of 12 F/A-160Cs armed with (4) HARM missile (each) and tagreting pod just incase there are still a few radars left, hoping to wipe out nearly all early warning radars and fire control and search radars left from SAMs. Just as they flew behind the 28th, they quickly detected another barrage of radar waves both on the Radar Warning Receiver and targeting equipments. Targeting them on their HARM targeting pod, they were quickly informed that there are still a pile of radars left. It is now up to them, to finish all of the remaining radars, and to pick up and destroy every dust there is.

Just as the F/A-160s' Weapon System Officers' got the targets locked, the remaining barrage of 48 HARMs ignited one by one, homing on all radar wave transmissions there is. Quickly, the F/A-160s pulled up, ejected flares and chaffs, created high g-force turns, and sped away.

Even though the last wave still didn't cover them all, at least the enemy took a hard hit.

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P-7A Poseidon
0915

The crews continued to sit in front of their sophiscated equipments: sonobouy monitors, LASH scanner monitors, and other sensors, along with the few communication equipments. Just as the P-7A continued to fly in its pattern and turned, something popped up. "Contact at 6'clock of friendly ships. Lead distance approximately 63km kilometers. Persumed to be enemy submarines."

Suddenly, the crews looked at each other. "Data is to be sent right away," one low-rank communication officer announced, just as he typed a barrage of texts into the console.

---Secured MILCOMM Transmission to Friendly Vessels---
To: All Clan Smoke Jaguar ships, Omzian ships.

Underwater contacts at approximately 63km south of friendly ships. Repeat. Underwater contacts at approximately 63km south of friendly ships. Persumed to be enemy submarines. Contacts about 48 submarines. Take percaution.

---End---

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ONCS Alarm, Carrack Class Cruiser
0921

Just as the Omzian cruiser received the immediately data and infomation about the massive amount of Gatos, the crews scrambled. Although the firing of Sea Lance ASW rockets will commerce, the crews' heartbeat skyrocketed, afraid that they will have an "abandon ship" any moment -- even though the submarine are still some distance away. The weapon crews quickly got the location of the submarines into the weapon fire control computers, and they quickly typed the command into their consoles.

Just as the ship's VLS cells sat peacefully, enjoying the sunshine, a massive roar rocked the entire ship, followed by flames just as a Sea Lance rocket, carrying a Mk.50 lightweight torpedo, roared upwards. Just as the rocket roared through the sky, it quickly changed its course -- towards the enemy submarines...

...9 other rockets followed suit, roaring towards the enemy submarines, just as a SH-60 LAMPS III Seahawk quickly rushed through, to the scene.

Other ships followed suit too, especially the Sparrowhawk Class destroyers, which fired a total of 32 Sea Lance, at the enemy submarines.

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S-3B Viking, VS-5 Black Widow

"Sea control is a boring job" ~Omzian S-3B pilot.

Indeed, just as the group of 4 S-3B Vikings, carrying sonobouys and 2 Mk.50 torpedoes each, patrolled the sea tens of kilometers away from the friendly ships. Being sent on a general ASW mission, they also had 2 S-3B not far from them to defend them from ships, carrying Shinma anti-ship missiles. The crews of this S-3B sat in the aircraft, bored, until they received the transmission, and too, detected the barrage of submarines. Immediately, they replied, just as the 8 Mk.50s dropped from the planes, onto the deep ocean where the submarine suspected to have roamed through.

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The pilots of the 4 F/A-160s was suprised by the transmission. But, they still suspect something. Surely, this is not their Omzian tongue.

Austin Lead, identify your destination, and your identity! There are no such transports from the 72nd Engineering Division scheduling flights! Divert your course southwest, away from land, or be fired on according to safety procedures! Over.

The pilots continued to follow closely behind the transports, waiting for a change of route.

Carrier Deck, CSJS Atlas
06:59

As the Admiral stepped off the plane, he was greeted by a Lieutenant Commander Jason Biggs, who, after a brief introduction, quickly ushered him, quickly ushered him toward the meeting room, where Admirals Jackson and Shire were already waiting.


3rd Bombardment Squadron, Task Force Atlas
With the detection of the enemy submarines, the entire task force jumped into action, with the most notable call coming from the two arsenal ships Steel Rain and Streaking Mist, which each fired off a salvo of 16 Sea Lance missiles (essentially very long range ASROCS). It was hoped that this could whittle down that sub force enough for other assets to take care of them.

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0622

"Enfield, I'm done, ejecting!"
"Oscar, Ejecting!"

Just as 3 F/A-160s immediately tried to fend off the barrage of Sidewinders, they were nonetheless hit by the much more capable AIM-9Xs, both on the tail. Just as they ejected, the burning aircraft fell down onto the urban rubble, like flies. The other F/A-160s however, had not much trouble fending off the vintage AIM-9Ms and the AIM-9Xes, releasing a barrage of chaff, flare, and various evasive dives and manuvers. They quickly, to defend themselves incase the F-33Bs rushed to them again, switched to their "Helmet Sighting Mode" and fired all of their 2 Scorpion short-range missiles, as they with the aid of their Helmet Mounted Sights used their heads and targeted the F-33Bs on the right or left of their aircraft. The extremely manuverable Scorpions quickly left their aircraft, and using their thrust-vectoring engine, rushed towards the enemy aircraft.

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As the remaining PMADS fired at the F/A-160s, they quickly pulled up once again, and dived down to avoid the search and fire controlling radars. Nonetheless, 4 immediately were shot down, the crews mostly hasn't had tied to eject before the fighters turned a fireball them fell onto an avenue. The others however, flew fast, and quickly left onto the north.

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New Garden Tower, Northwest Honjaksgrad
0703

Nanon Iansuk, a young Omzian who is in the curfew and staying in his home, was sick of the enemy occupation. He is long sick of it, and he was one of the members of the "AVALON" -- abbreviation for "Militias of the Freedom Fighters". All he had as weapons are a few bottles, a few litres of gasoline, and a MAR8 Deluxe automatic rifle he had bought under a license. He was a waiter in a bar. He loved guns. But, he also loved his country, being already trained in the military when he was 19. As just one bachelor member of this 820,000-strong AVALON organization, which is formed via various forms of communications that were still available -- Cellphone, OVANET Wireless Network, and even communications done within their own apartments. They had a date to revolt: which is today.

Just before this day, he got himself a bit of food from the food ration supply he had received a few weeks ago, and a cup of wine, wishing himself on a good luck. He picked up his automatic rifle, 2 magazines of 30-5.56mm rounds, 2 wine bottles filled with gasoline, a box of matches, and a cut-up towel. That's all he have for now, he would still need to try to find some from an abandoned weapons storage complex he had heard about. Just as a bunch of other people -- more than 40 in his building --- left, risking their lives to save their countries, they rushed along with 520,000 other men across the city. Just as he went out along with the crowd, he passed one who quickly bought containers and containers of gasoline, ready to be met with some fire from matches. Just in the main court of this 4-buildings residental area, there were a few hundreds of these fighters.

It was an angry mob of freedom fighters. Some were as young as 12, who are still living with their parents, and some were as old as 62, who are going to retire from their jobs too. Many were men, a few were even women, taking in the main role of "intelligence" for the mob. Young and old, they all had their own weapons -- some being switchblades, some being hunting rifles, many were containers filled with alcohol liquid and gasoline, and many were home-made explosives. The group of "mobs" too, had different jobs among different people: even "snipers", veteran hunters, armed with hunting rifles. The people would be standing up against the troops.

Now they await, is the enemy shot that will begin this revolt.

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Omzian Task Force
0919

Just as the enemy submarine fired the torpedoes at a relatively short range, the Omzian surface ships quickly employed their AN/SLQ-25 Nixie torpedo countermeasures systems, employing towed underwater acoustic projectors to fend away the enemy torpedoes. Just as the torpedoes progressed in a slightly faster speed than the ships however, the crews of the ships were prepared to evacuate or save the ship at any moment.

The 3 Omzian Interdictor II submarines however, armed with Firebolt missiles and Mk.48 ADACP quickly diverted to chase the remaining Gatos, firing a total of 10 Mk.48 ADACP torpedoes and 4 Type 62B underwater rockets each, at the escaping submarines. The rockets headed towards the enemy submarines at 220 knots each quickly with a not-so-accurate inertal navgiation system, while the ADACPs travelled at 55 knots each, lagging behind.

The Omzian cruisers and destroyers however, each immediately fired 6 VLASROC ASW rockets with Mk.50 torpedoes, heading towards the enemy. The torpedoes would drop immediately before the rocket enter the seawater, until a loud explosion on the Omzian Sniper Class destroyer, ONCS Banakarans Divou, quickly rocked the 12,000 ton ship, just as the barrage of torpedoes fired on it penetrated the torpedo protection. The engine room was quickly filled with water, crews trying to repair it by sealing off the cracks. Many of the other crews however, tried to save the ship, until the call, "Abandon ship! Abandon ship!". The crews quickly climbed onto the already crowded rescue boats, as the ship went down slowly into the water. Immediately informed, the carrier quickly dispatched HH-60s, trying to save the crews.

Another destroyer however, ONCS Silan Jon, was also hit by some torpedoes. The explosion rocked the ship, the crews were trying to save the ship while also trying to save the crews of the other ship. But, the ship was still floating, only moderately damaged, as it quickly travelled back to its home naval yard.

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Omzian E-2C2 AEW&C Aircraft, VAW-23 Guarding Eagles

The E-2, being one of the only 2 E-2 dispatched by the Omzian carrier, flew in its own patterns, patrolling the entire area with its over-the-horizon radar. The crews on it were busy, watching the door for any enemy ships or aircraft. Finally, it picked up something. "4 contacts 83km from friendly areas, bearings 114, 116, 121, and 133, designated Gamma A, Gamma B, C, D. Persumed to be on interception course onto S-3B aircraft, at high speed... Targets F/A-18E Super Hornet and F-14D Tomcats," a crew finally announced, just as he informed the carrier immediately with the full data.

3 of the 5 patrolling F-14Fs, armed with 6 ALRAAMs each, quickly flew over onto the other 4 enemy aircraft, quickly spotting the enemy aircraft with their powerful radars. Just as they gets close in with their long-range ALRAAMS, they quickly fired 1 each at the enemy aircraft, just as the missile quickly got in range.

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The Omzian F/A-160 pilots hanging on the enemy transports' tails were simply fed up with suspecion. Hearing the message, it is simply getting ridiculus: "72nd Division Flights"!? "Landing Zone near Honjaksgrad"!? They now have acknowledged the game, although still slightly violating the ROE.

There is no such airborne operation near Honjaksgrad, as informed by our leaders. Divert course now, to be fired upon.

The 4 F/A-160s now knew the game. The lead F/A-160, which is the closest to a C-17, quickly fired its 30mm cannon onto the body of the C-17 at a very close range, the pilot finding it to be easy to pick off. The other F/A-160s, quickly broke away and fired 6 Scorpions and 4 Cockatrices each, at both the close-in and distanced transports.

Carrier Deck, CSJS Atlas
06:59

As the Admiral stepped off the plane, he was greeted by a Lieutenant Commander Jason Biggs, who, after a brief introduction, quickly ushered him, quickly ushered him toward the meeting room, where Admirals Jackson and Shire were already waiting.
Carrier Deck, CSJS Atlas
0703

"Glad to meet you, Admiral," the Omzian Rear Admiral greeted with a grin. "I believe we have somethings to discuss about the threats of the Onmi Congolmerates and Sniper Country battle groups, plus some other plans?"

Meeting Room, CSJS Atlas
07:03

Being the closest, Rear Admiral Shire was the first greet his counterpart. "It is indeed a pleasure Admiral. I am Rear Admiral Shire, and this is Vice Admiral Vincent Jackson, of the CSJS Hercules."
"We indeed have much to discuss, and time is of the essence. The enemy is closing in, and a major engagement will come soon."

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Meeting Room, CSJS Atlas
07:03

Being the closest, Rear Admiral Shire was the first greet his counterpart. "It is indeed a pleasure Admiral. I am Rear Admiral Shire, and this is Vice Admiral Vincent Jackson, of the CSJS Hercules."
"We indeed have much to discuss, and time is of the essence. The enemy is closing in, and a major engagement will come soon."

0704

The Omzian Rear Admiral smiled while glancing around, studying everyone's faces, while thinking about what he need to say first. Brainstorming, he paused for just less than a second, before he started and breaking the short silence. "Yes, I believe. I also have quite a few issues to discuss here. As you can see, the enemy are closing in more. The Air Force is preparing to commerce a full assualt on it soon, from land-based BUFF's -- excuse me, -- B-52H Stratofortresses and A-12C Avenger IIs. Would your task force be able to join this offensive assualt, even though your mission is designated to protect the transport convoy? Obviously, this can't be delayed."

After speaking this in just a few short breaths, he waited silently, looking at the waters. Clearly, this subject is not "as small as a snack on a dish", as an Omzian saying describes. But he needed to get this discussed, as the hours passes by. Yet, no attacks has been commerced on the friendly fleet. It would change soon. Tick... Tock..., the sound of a clock ticked through his mind.

OOC: Keep in mind, the torpedo attack is after this :P

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1003

"Two, targets destroyed, others remain. Fire all remaining weapons!"
"Three, saw paratroopers dropping!"
"Three, unable, out of weapons."
"Four, Engaging target. Guns from Four."

Just as the fourth wingman continued to shoot his Vulcan cannon at another transport and with the white gun gas popping out on the left of his cockpit, the leader finally spoke, wisely while quickly. "Flight, return to base," that was the only command. The leader is most experienced after all, as the rest of the flight confirmed the loss of eneny planes on a last pass before the time runs out. Streaking through the civilization-free desert and dry grasslands, they looked through the reflections and the bubble canopy glass at the paratroopers, who are popping out like flies. Just as the leader turned his head, he switched to a radio channel and spoke, with a bold tune.

"Base, some targets destroyed. Paratroopers were dropping out of the plane. Request additional enforcements for targets."

Just as the invisible radio wave went through, the rest kicked their afterburners, using the fuel from the fuel tanks. "Base, Inbound."

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Stanvaspo Airfield
0709

Just as an additional 5 F/A-160s, which waited on the ground for Ground Alert Intercept while armed with 2 Scorpion SRAAMs and 6 Cockatrice MRAAMs, passed through and roared off the long blue-white cement runway to intercept the rest of the transports, a group of pilots gathered in the meeting room. Not a meeting, but a briefing. A tall man, who is wearing a flight suit himself, spoke clearly.

"Comrades, reports from our inital flight suggest that the targets were transports, which were carrying enemy troops to be dropped on the borderline of the Southern Desert range, devoid of any civilization, major military outpost, and resources as you know. Although we are sure there's a few small garrisons around there, obviously it is far from enough. Ground infantry has not been alerted, but will be alerted. In the meanwhile, however, you former Hog pilots will drive the Gunslingers around to spot the enemy troops, armed with Rockeyes. The others will go drive the F/A-160 Wolverines, which are armed with SFW [Sensor Fused Weapon cluster bombs], and will attack on the alert of the A-114. The Wolverines will stay in medium altutides to avoid MANPADS such as the Stinger. There will be also some Army helos going in, with Thermobaric Hellfires to defeat quite a few enemies. Until then, good luck."

The Commander paused for a moment, thinking of what he left out. "Comrades, for Omzian Democratic Federal Republic!", he said proudly in front of the men serving his Air Force.

"For Omzian Democratic Federal Republic!," the pilots and Weapon System Officers chanted, before going to the Hardened Aircraft Shelters and the tarmac. It will be a clean 4 A-114 Gunslingers, and 4 F/A-160C Wolverines. They had a mix of emotions: excitement, anger, proudness...

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The teenager listened as he looked at Kendell, using the English skills he learned from school. he felt foolish about not resisting. He absolutely felt foolish about wandering, either get himself killed or captured. But he also felt angry while confused, about why the enemy is taking over his town. From his shortwave radio, he heard that the enemy has not progressed too far. he was happy about that, but he was not happy about the enemy taking over his town, dictate his future, and barring him from water and food. He ahd enough of eating the food rations the government has assigned to his family. Does he have a family anyways? His dad died in a mine accident, his mom was drunk for the rest of the week, his sister ran away from home... Only god knows where his sister is. Now he lost the pistol his dad left. "You -", he swore under his breath, intended to be directed at the soldier beside him.

He thought about it, while asking quite blankly and staring at the enemy soldier. "Wait," he interrupted with an accented English, pausing for a brief second and then spoke again. "I donn understand, why do you come here and take over my city? Why do you do this? My people are worry as you take over our city."

Rear Admiral Shire grinned at his counterpart's remark. "Well, the enemy fleet will most certainly wish to stop us from reinforcing you, so any forces they have here are a very real threat to the convoy, and a preemptive strike would be the best way to protect it. I'm sure we can work out a joint assault, for the purposes of ensuring the safety of the convoy."

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[OOC: Since I feel generous at this moment, what the heck. I'll take the aircraft loss :P Besides, good RPs people.]

Skies of Honjaksgrad
0626

Just as the Omzian pilot -- a relatively average-skilled one -- tried to flee with the rest of his group with his new F/A-160, he kept firing up the afterburners, his heart pounding to get the multi-million instrument into one piece. Just as he spotted the pilot who is going to chase his tail, he was suddenly suprised, and immediately targeted the enemy fighter using his helmet. But it was too late, just as he with his own eyes saw an the right wing glew off his aircraft. The Aircraft Warning System started again. "Control Surfaces System Failure..." Imitating as another former Omzian pilot who amazingly landed his F/A-2000 without a left wing and with the right wing damaged, he tried to take over the hydraulic system and amazingly glided for just within a second, before his aircraft began to fall at an amazing speed. He ejected. "I'm Ejecting!"

However, another F/A-160 pilot, slightly more skilled, quickly turned back as he heard about the attack and the sudden "ejecting" radio message. Popping up flares and chaffs, he quickly targeted the enemy jet and fired a Scorpion SRAAM -- the only one he has. But he still made sure to not to be "invited" to the SAM areas.

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[OOC: Dawn? You mean morning already? :wink: ]

1042

Another long trip for the 5 pilots -- even before they could meet the ones who've made a kill. But they know what they will do, as they activated a data-link with the ground radars to locate the enemy aircraft -- no AWACS at the moment. Flying in a CAP-style flight, they quickly turnedo n their radar to search for any aircraft, just as they headed towards the paratroopers area. Armed with a total of 40 air-to-air missiles, they have to make a few lucky shot before possibly targeting them with guns. They didn't seemed to have come from Sniper Country -- at least, if the transports didn't take a few turns to confuse them. As the morning daylight shined over them and the desert-like land, one almost yelled. "Contact at eleven o'clock, target identity unknown, range 119
kilometers!"

They immediately startled. Must be the transports. they knew their radar couldn't possibly target a stealth aircraft at that range. Kicking off their afterburners, they entered Mach 1.8. No need to worry about fuel, they have tanks. Just a few minutes to the target at this speed. Now a minute passes by like seconds. It would be a few hours before the transports could get out.

"Contact at eleven o'clock, target identity unknown, range 82km."
"Contacts at one o'clock, persumed unknown."
"Contact at elevel o'clock, target identity C-5, range 54km."
"Three, Engaging Targets."
"Four, Engaging Targets."

Not too much, not too little, just fine. It was in the area of their Cockatrice engagement range before they run too close. Using their multiple target engagement capabilities, they immediately fired a total of 15 Cockatrice at the huge transports, mainly C-5, C-141, and a C-130. The missile, one by one within a few seconds, quickly fell off the hardpoints and activated the motor. The pilots could almost feel the motors of the missiles roaring, as it even shook the ejection seats. They knew the ground-pounders would arrive soon to deal with the rest.

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The Omzian teenager was suprised that Kendell could speak Omzian. Trying to speak "simpler" Omzian, he finally replied again, this time -- suprisingly -- more slowly and detailed.

"Why would you invade our democratic country anyways? Isn't this kind of occupation of our country imperalism?", he asked again more with an angry tune, as he walked with Kendell into the small shack. He didn't kill Kendell, but he will at least get some information from him. He thought about it, freeing the memories of his "family" from his mind.

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Rear Admiral Shire grinned at his counterpart's remark. "Well, the enemy fleet will most certainly wish to stop us from reinforcing you, so any forces they have here are a very real threat to the convoy, and a preemptive strike would be the best way to protect it. I'm sure we can work out a joint assault, for the purposes of ensuring the safety of the convoy."

The Omzian grinned back at him, only a bit "less". "True, true. Our own decision is to use a few missile corvettes and missile boats to harass the enemy once they are in 'range', if you know what I mean. Once they are done, our SSGs would quickly shoot some missiles from long range at them, hopefully to get rid of some escorts. Since the bigger ships wouldn't be really worth wasting a few smaller missiles on, a further assualt would be using attack submarines and finally, vessels equipped with Shinmas and guns.

If we want to take the mass attack idea however, it could be a joint force of large cruisers and aircraft from carriers launching the assualt, also including the the submarines. It would be a sudden mass assualt using a big amount of force, hopefully to seriously injure the enemy fleets in one blow. If this fails however, then it would hit us harder than the first plan would, since this is a 'total assualt'.

About the survivability of the missiles however, we've got our own plans to score a bigger hit probability at."

SYNOP

"Sir, Operation: Eager Dawn, it has been approved by General McMililon."
"Not that I care what he thinks, but ok, run it through Sniper Country."
"Yes sir."

The Attendent ran the plan over to Sniper Country Officals, the plan was to launch a massive air campain to take back Hon airspace, then push fowarad.

By now, about 50,000 new troops were in here, but only about 225,000 were landed, as alot of Barbarosean troops had died in the air attacks.

The BFAFB now housed 176 airplanes:

(100) Z-1b's
(36) Z-8's
(30) Z-4b's
(6) Z-6's
(4) Z-7's

In the UVC's, Z-1b's were flown back to Barbarosea to make room for the Z-8b's and Z-4b's. Along with a full UVC of Z-5's, they were ready.

In the city, dead bodies were all over the streets, and the Barbarosean forces were prepared for anything. They had many "Rubble Camps" that about 10 soldiers would sleep in and guard over. They had noticed little uprisings, but nothing big.

OOC: I bought some 15 Wasp Class Ships, with the 500 Billion dollar donation from Unum Veritas. They will be here soon, just a heads up.

The Omzian grinned back at him, only a bit "less". "True, true. Our own decision is to use a few missile corvettes and missile boats to harass the enemy once they are in 'range', if you know what I mean. Once they are done, our SSGs would quickly shoot some missiles from long range at them, hopefully to get rid of some escorts. Since the bigger ships wouldn't be really worth wasting a few smaller missiles on, a further assualt would be using attack submarines and finally, vessels equipped with Shinmas and guns.

If we want to take the mass attack idea however, it could be a joint force of large cruisers and aircraft from carriers launching the assualt, also including the the submarines. It would be a sudden mass assualt using a big amount of force, hopefully to seriously injure the enemy fleets in one blow. If this fails however, then it would hit us harder than the first plan would, since this is a 'total assualt'.

About the survivability of the missiles however, we've got our own plans to score a bigger hit probability at."
"Well, we really can't afford to send too much away. We still have to guard against air and submarine attack after all. We could dispatch the bombardment squadron with a few escorts and provide additional power through aircraft, and maybe a few subs, but I wouldn't go any further than that. There is a pair of Firestorms in that force, so it could really work for either plan. However, it's your fleet that will be taking most of the risks, so we'll go with whichever you prefer."

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The Omzian F/A-160s progressed. They cannot let one more escape. Following their orders, they began to finish off the transport aircraft three-by-one again, firing another total of 15 Cockatrices at the enemy transports -- just before they get into range. They would not just forgive the enemy dropping paratroopers inside their country. They would go into range soon enough enough, to see them face-to-face.

The sounds of these missiles roared again, its white smoke followed for a few seconds, as the missile speeded onto the targets they've been assigned with.

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Near Port Hagras
Semi-Fixed Grendel SAM Installment

It was time.

Just as the enemy TR-2s opened their weapon bays and fired their missiles, the radar screens on the command consoles of the SAM stations, and even some early-warning radars, came to life with a multitude of targets appearing and showing themselves. It was the moment. The crews knew what was happening, as they entered a few commands immediately and got the SAM locked onto the targets, as the electrical command passed through into the launch units...

...The launchers roared to life. Suddenly Grendel missiles, one by one, shook the ground and launchers, making their way into the early morning sky. Travelling at an amazing Mach 6, these 36 electric counter-countrmeansures capable missiles streaked towards their targets, leaving trails of smoke behind.

They haven't engaged the cruise missiles... Not yet.

Just as the missiles went, the stealth cruise missiles showed faintly on their radar. But faded. They knew another wave of attack is coming.

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...Explosion.

Explosion filled the fixed anti-ship missile sites, roaring through the nearby villages and other military installations, just as over 4 fixed coastal defence missile batteries went up in great. shining flames from these high-explosive warheads and the impact, some still with missiles onboard. They burnt and burnt into scraps of liefeless metal, laying on top of the rough soil of Port Hagras. A group of 3 parked mobile coastal defence batteries also went up in flames, the trucks burning just beside another hardened shelters containing another 1 coastal defence battery.

The crew of the fixed installments never knew what happened. A devastation to the coastal defence.

The MLRS and artillery systems however, designed to counter any amphibious landing, sat quietly in their hideout, as the bushes protected them from sight.

Things went a bit differently for the coastal artillery batteries. The 16" inch gun battery, having exceptional armor, absorbed the HE explosions, but still 2 gun barrels ae slightly damaged, although still in working condition. The 12" inch and 8" inch batteries however, although concealed well, are still the targets of the cruise missiles. Once again, the exceptional armored turret absorbed the non-penetration warheads, but some gun barrels are still damaged, although some -- not all -- are still in working condition.

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The Omzian A-114s and F/A-160Cs were cruising in a relatively slow speed, to their told waypoints. The A-114 pilots, flying just above treetop level, followed their computer waypoints, in hope to search the area as soon as possible. They were not the far from the enemy positions, as they searched. Nether are the F/A-160s, which are just cruising at medium altitude behind the A-114s. The Omzian AH-93C helicopters however, will arrive soon from some military base in Hogan Point. They were the kep into eliminating the last possible crowds of the regiment. Sowly moving, they should be able to make it nonetheless.

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Hogan Point Army Checkpoint

Things is getting pertty hot around here, hearing the news that the enemy might launch an land attack against Port Hagras -- not that far from Hogan Point, still certainly not near. The highways were dominated by Army Checkpoints, the areas sealed off by patrols, in fear that pockets of enemy troops may advance, or even worse, in fear that some enemy troops are sent specifically for special operations. Although the city were already mixed with the militia, they weren't too sure.

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Lt. Gen. Hagan Banard was having another busy day. Sorting out the paperworks, going to meetings, and writing reports. It was certainly not an easy job for a middle-aged top-rank officer. Soon he would be going to another meeting in an Air Force base, althogh he certainly wishes to stay home for a bit -- his dream for the past few years.

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"Well, we really can't afford to send too much away. We still have to guard against air and submarine attack after all. We could dispatch the bombardment squadron with a few escorts and provide additional power through aircraft, and maybe a few subs, but I wouldn't go any further than that. There is a pair of Firestorms in that force, so it could really work for either plan. However, it's your fleet that will be taking most of the risks, so we'll go with whichever you prefer."

"Well, it has been understood that our force will take the biggest risks anyways," the Omzian Admiral said quickly, as he continued. "As said, indeed defense is important for our own ships. Nonetheless, we will send a few ships along with the bobmardment squadron, along with some of our SSG and SSNs. For the aircraft however, it will be a joint force with our Air Force anyways, as most certainly the B-52Hs will join the bombardment." After that, he paused for a brief second, thinking.

"If the enemy fleet is really going to ine strait and the gulf to engage us, and that coastal defence has failed to act, I am sure that I could tell the headquarters to dispatch another force, including a Toryu possibly, to seal off the strait. If they continued to advance to the west, we are sure that the forces there can deal with it."

Just Outside of The Bay of Hagras, 0830

Admiral Karakov stood on the bridge of his carrier, OCS Sony, "Captain Redmond, I want those figures today!" he said with just a bit of frustration in his voice. He was about to launch a major wave of attacks against the enemy forces and he wanted to make sure he got everything right.

"Yes, sir, I have have everything. The Omzian ships are located here and here, guarding the bay area. The Clanner ships are guarding what would be troops access points, so they are not a priority yet. We can expect losses from what you are planning sir, but nothing that is in the unnacceptable range," said Redmond.

"Good, everything is as planned. Begin launching as soon as possible," Karakov said as he exited the room to relay his plans to command over SYNOP.

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Omni Conglomerates Battlegroup, 0832

On the decks of the four Omni Conglomerates carriers that were on their way to Hagras, there was a large amount of activity. From the Omni Conglomerates cruisers, there was a different kind of buzz going about the ships. Officers were going over targeting tellemetry, altitude readouts, and wind speeds. They were preparing the surprise ordered by their commander for the Omzian ships. Launches occur on several of the cruisers and soon over fifty cruise missles are in the skies streaking toward the Omzian ships. Roughly thirty seconds later, planes begin to launch from the decks of the Omni Conglomerates carriers. After the last planes leaves the deck there are one hundred planes in the skies, consisting of sixty F-14E Supertomcats and fourty F-18IE Superhornets. They would reach the Omzian ships just after their fifty cruise missle birthday present. After the jets had left the carriers the Omni Conglomerates ships moved full ahead into the Bay of Hagras.

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Honjaksgrad, Rooftop in the Northern Sector

Lt. Roy Collins was the at the top of his class when he graduated the Omni Conglomerates Sniper Training School. He still was. He proved it not an hour before by shooting one of the ejected Omzian pilots in the throat on his way down. He saw another one falling, but he thought the better of wasting his ammo. He decided to send down one of the units he had at his disposal to go and capture the downed pilot, so they could pump him/her for information. By the time the unfortunate pilot reached the ground there were five highly trained operators from the Omni Conglomerates Special Forces lying in wait for the man to find his way to the ground. They had orders not to kill him, but they had no orders not to shoot him.

"Well, it has been understood that our force will take the biggest risks anyways," the Omzian Admiral said quickly, as he continued. "As said, indeed defense is important for our own ships. Nonetheless, we will send a few ships along with the bobmardment squadron, along with some of our SSG and SSNs. For the aircraft however, it will be a joint force with our Air Force anyways, as most certainly the B-52Hs will join the bombardment." After that, he paused for a brief second, thinking.

"If the enemy fleet is really going to ine strait and the gulf to engage us, and that coastal defence has failed to act, I am sure that I could tell the headquarters to dispatch another force, including a Toryu possibly, to seal off the strait. If they continued to advance to the west, we are sure that the forces there can deal with it."
"For the air segment, we'll probably be throwing most of what we have in the air, but we'll leave several squadrons to provide cover for the fleets. I figure we can send in 36 A-12s, 96 JSFs, and 24 F-14s, with 12 EF-35s. That'll definately put a hurt on them. That'll leave us another 108 aircraft for fleet defense in case they try something funny."
He thought for a moment about the possibility of the shore guns going out. "If those coastal batteries are knocked out, things will definately get a little hairy here, but our Hiragis and Toryus can help fill that gap. I'm most worried about attempts to get submarines or strike aircraft through our lines while we're busy engaging the enemy fleets. That could cause a lot of damage, and they should be well aware of that. We'll have to be on the lookout for such tactics."


Oberon - Modified Chimera Class SSGN, 350 km south of Port Hagras
The submarine's antenna broke the surface once again for an update on the location of the enemy fleet. The distance was still too great, and the only action the submarine took was to change heading for a more favorable intercept course, the captain hoped anyway. The ship's standing orders were to engage the enemy fleet from 250 km, so the ship's Crossbolt missiles would be able to reach the target without flying at high altitude. At this rate, it would take another 4 hours to get that close, accounting for the fact that the submarine was going to have to slow down as it got closer. 6 Dolphin IIs had been sweeping the area and declared it secure, but at a speed of over 20 knots, the captain was feeling quite vulnerable, and there was no reason to take foolish chances.

SYNOP Bunker

Another 3 SAM launchers had been moved here, along with 4 TOW squads and 4 Stinger troops. They were preparing something, but they didn't know what, yet.

Transmission to OC:

We need the road leading to the beach from the SYNOP bunker cleared. There is to be some movement of cargo to the PT Boats. This is not the lying code.

--End--

OOC: That message was in code, :wink:

Brigadier General Roberts, Commanding officer of the 1st RLD Brigade, stood pacing in his quarters. For many days his men stayed encamped, outside the city of Vansara, in an undisclsed location. The General, commanding the CLF's most effective and well known Special Operators, had expected to see action from the very beginning of this conflict, but war is never predictable. After days of communication with the heads of Omz state and military, Robets had finally done something he deemed 'useful to the war effort'.

*The Vid-phone crackled with static for a few moments, then snapped to a connection screen, 7 seconds passed as Roberts still paced. The Vid-phone then came to a screen, a Man in a suit appeared at the other end. It was the CLF Defense Sec. General Philomel*

"Yes, what is it Roberts?"
Roberts turned and stopped walking,"Yes sir, it is time. High Marshall O'Connor has given me the discression when support should be sent to Omz, and I belive it is time"
"Oh has he now? Well you can talk to him Roberts, Im way too busy here with the Kurtz situation, the ShaRa war, and the APTO confrence is taking all of our attention."
"But sir, with my reccomendation, the High Marshall will be granting the assistance of a large amount of forces.."
"Yeah, yeah whatever Roberts, Ill connect you to the High Marshall Himself, wait a minute"
*The Screen cut to a service screen while it waite for the connection. ROberts stood up striaght, brushed off his unifrom and cleared his throat. The Screen then flashed and shown the face of the CLF head of state, adn Commander-in-cheif of the armed forces. High Chancellor and High Marshall William O'Connor. The man was odly wearing a Colonel's unifrom. Even stranger, one of a RLD, from the 2nd Brigade from the looks of the ensignia. ROberts was puzzeld for half a second, then gathered himself and spoke*
"Good evening sir, er...what ever time it is where you are"
"Good day to you too Roberts, what is this about?"
"To be blunt sir, long have I sat here and read reports from the Omz commanderis of the war. It has lead me to the realization that, these imperialist pigs, who attack our ally Omz with no cause, have dug themselves into a whole that will bury them. Under the discression you granted me, I would declare, that These bastards shall feel the fury of Liberty as it rains down upon them crushing them, and beating them back to whence they came. It is time sir"
"Very well Roberts, what do you suggest?"
"Its getting hairy down here sir, as much as you can spare..."
"Thats a big reccomendation General, are you sure?"
"Yes sir, positive"
"Alright then, luckily the Elarans have agreed to expand thier naval defenses to our Islands as well when need be, Ill have them do that now. So Ill send the order Roberts, I hope you are right. Semper Fidelum Dewey, For liberty, show those bastards.!"
"Yes sir"
*The screen crackeld with static again. Roberts knew he made the biggest move of his entire carreer.*

General Philomel was on the phone when the orders came in. He dropped the phone as he read the lines...

"...By order of the High Marhsall, the First, Second, and Third Naval Fleets, are to be taken from stand-by status, and set on alert. Furthermore, releasing them to get underway to the defense of Omz. The Fleets are to be fully armed and supplied...."

And so it was done, the CLF had taken thier step into the war. 8 Carrier Battle Groups were soon to be en route to Omz, to rain down the firey fury of Liberty on Sniper Country and thier warmongering allies.

The pilot was almost instantly killed, just as he went into the urban enviroment. He did not know a single thing.

The other one, Captain Jon Hoaban, is an experiened mid-age pilot. He already expected to be captured or be shot once he is on the ground, and got his "Orange Pill" ready in his pocket. Unarmed, as he landed on the ground, he looked around the special forces with a clod war look. The patch was still on his chest: "OLKA-AF/OHDF Air Force: For the Motherland." His name tag on his left, his other patches showing his rank and squadron on the shoulders and the right. He remembered Jae Kana, his rolemodel, who was tortured and then killed in the Omzian Second Civil War by the militants. It is time to be him. Suddenly, a faint sound appeared in his head. A drumbeat, followed by a familiar music.

There march..
There march...
The soldiers are coming to gate!

He paused for a second, the sunshine shining down on him. He simply said, unconcerned. "Take me away at will. If you are going to extract information from me, no luck," he said in a slightly-accented English, without any sign of fear. The sound in his head grew slightly louder, as he raised his chin.

There march...
There march...
The heros are coming to liberation!

The song "There March the Omzian Soldiers" rang through his head, as he waited. The Omzian troops, no matter what kind, are all disciplined and "trained" for this. Giving information to the enemy imperalists would be betraying his motherland. Especially cruel ones. He knew what to expect.

There march!
There march...
The men of the army are coming to town!!

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"For the air segment, we'll probably be throwing most of what we have in the air, but we'll leave several squadrons to provide cover for the fleets. I figure we can send in 36 A-12s, 96 JSFs, and 24 F-14s, with 12 EF-35s. That'll definately put a hurt on them. That'll leave us another 108 aircraft for fleet defense in case they try something funny."
He thought for a moment about the possibility of the shore guns going out. "If those coastal batteries are knocked out, things will definately get a little hairy here, but our Hiragis and Toryus can help fill that gap. I'm most worried about attempts to get submarines or strike aircraft through our lines while we're busy engaging the enemy fleets. That could cause a lot of damage, and they should be well aware of that. We'll have to be on the lookout for such tactics."

"That sounds good. We are planning to have the attack within a few hours. I along with the Air Force will be providing a force of 6 B-52s, 12 A-12s, 36 F/A-18Es, 48 F/A-160s, and 3 EF-35s. Most aircraft will eb armed with the heavier Shinma, with some still armed with Harpoon F and Thunderbolts. Since no F-14Fs are assigned to ship attack currently, all 14 of them within our carrier will be providing an air defence envelope. Some of the F/A-18s are also going to be starting from land bases, thanks to our Marines and other Navy air wings. Aside from that, we are also planning to put a few Cicadas [OOC: Naginata cruise missiles with radar jammer as payload) in the air. We also have a different strategy. While some Thunderbolts will be in the high-low flight profile, most will be sea-skimmering, hopefully to put the enemy's attention on the higher flying -- and easier to engage -- ones. Besides, they fly faster.

For the coastal batteries, although the enemy's going to try destroy the missile launchers, the coastal guns will probably sustain the explosion with its armor -- unless the enemy's trying something fishy with penetrators. We are sure that leaving a few specialized F-14Fs will fill the gap. We are also planning to leave one or two Levianthans close to the fleet, while making at least noise and having the most stealth as possible."

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Vanara-Gron County Area, SW of Kursuk City

It was very busy near the area. A Troyu Battleship, along with its escorts of some top-of-the-line battlecruisers, destroyers, and most certainly guided missile and Dolphin II attack submarines will be leaving the area. They've already left the yards, and are setting sail to the Port HAgras area (stats coming soon).

However, there are still defence near that area, incase something "other happens".

"Well, it all sounds good so far. We'll be popping mostly Harpoons, but we'll add maybe 100 or so Thunderbolts into the mix for good measure."
"If there's nothing else, I think we should consider this little meeting adjourned, and start working on putting this all together."

"Well, it all sounds good so far. We'll be popping mostly Harpoons, but we'll add maybe 100 or so Thunderbolts into the mix for good measure."
"If there's nothing else, I think we should consider this little meeting adjourned, and start working on putting this all together."

1711

"Well, I still have one last thing. That is, the attack will be planned to start at 0850, unless in special conditions in which we will contact you. Hopefully it gets well. Coordination will be important, expect more messages soon.

Glancing around for one last time, he finally ended the meeting with one last word, as he rose from the seat. "Good luck, comrades," he saluted the Smoke Jaguar officers as the morning sunrise light shined on the medals across his left chest.

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Omzian Cabinet Office, Parliament Quarters
0849, Osaria Central

It is clearly a heated meeting. All the lagged decisions by the military has surely ignited the minister's impatient minds. Surely, each manage different ministries, but sometimes they do get together and discuss about general issues.

"When will the OHDF quit value its technology and start to protect the people like they used to? The people are a first piority!," the Transport Minister, Hon. Ben Kram, suddenly slammed the desk and began the meeting. "And yet no one even asks them? What is this? Are we just going to give into the military for the rest of our lives!?" He paused. the room paused. "Are we just going to break promises for the people at Honjazgrade!?"

"Well, who's here to control the OHDF? They suggested to get rid of my position as Defence Minister after all," Nane Janue, the Agriculture minister fired back. "Look at my job now. I'd agree with you. The OHDF these days is becoming more and more hungry for power. But they are controlling us, right? They have no concern for the immediate rescue of the people from these imperalists, I'd agree." Then just after a brief second, he added. "Well... we just have to get the message to the military."

The room again fell silent for some seconds, until the Foreign Affairs minister finally spoke -- unusual for one who always talks. "Well, we have to get the message to the military then. Not sitting ducks."

It was a pause again. Then the Foreign Affairs minister continued. "Look, the OHDF's probably already trying. But still, the enemy resistance is high. We just have to direct them well. The safety of the Omzian people is the most important, but if we are just going to send troops, it's a no go and we still have to accomplish the liberation. It takes time, people. Surely, we could have tens of thousands of troops to pour in, but that's going to create less resistance for other areas."

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The teenager looked, giving the Kendell a cold stare. "Well, if you don't know why you are fighting for the government, then why do you even come here and invade us like an imperalist you are, and take away our freedom from our hands?," he asked somewhat fiercely.

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The A-114s searched the area, at treetop altitudes. The pilots' excellent eyes has helped much. The empty deert what nothing to stare at, as they apssed through the rivers and again, searched, hoping to catch the paratroopers whenever possible.

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Just as Holder sped to the city, someone suddenly calmly said, "please handou your identification and be subjected to a full property check," and extended a hand to Holder for his identification.

Omzian E-2CL Hawkeye AWACS, 011 Springfield

The AWACS aircraft continued its course, flying all around the Omzian task force, being a reliable lookout for any enemy aircraft, missile, or even ships that tries to intrude the waters of Hagras. Armed with upgraded sensors and more powerful computers, the crews on this new Hawkeye were happy to work on this machine, and be the "Sister Guardian of the Fleet". Whenever something happens, it would quickly inform the air defence vessels and the carriers.

The propellors rotated rapidly as the aircraft turned, the morning sunlight shined on its "saucer", which holds the sensors of the radar. The crews on the aircraft looked at the radar data, just as a cloud of targets -- or, contacts -- appeared and stepped into the zone of resistance. "Multiple unknown contacts at approximately 290km away from Omzian ships, on interception course. Designated Mambo 1-52."

"Speed and altitude."
"Speed approximately 880kph, altitude approximately 50 foot... Lost contact."
"Contacts approximately 350km away from Omzian ships. Identification unknown, taking off. Designated contacts Sierra and Samba.... Aircraft, on flight course to Omzian ships."
"Speed, altitude."
"Assumed as subsonic, medium altitude."
"Identification..."
"What?"
"Identification!"
"Unknown, Mambo persumed as subsonic anti-ship missiles, contact lost. Sierra and Samba persumed as aircraft, painted."

Things has just gone hectic.

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Omzian Carrack Class Air Defence/Missile Cruiser, ONCS Alarm
0838

The Omzian Carrack Class cruiser, armed with NADSAM-Extended Range long-range, and SM-2MR naval SAMs and the CIRRUS system, was a powerful weapon of the task force. Providing an air defence envelope with ONCS Aegis, it is the only significant force that can stop an aircraft or missile attack. Just as it received the data from the AWACS, its radar has already been picking up the aircraft -- plus some of the missiles, although not all of them. The ship's air defence crew quickly worked out a firing solution on the aircraft, although they still haven't positively identfied them. But they knew it isn't from them. The officers quickly althorized the launch of the missiles, and it was final. Just a shortm oment after the crews typed the last of the commands, the first of the NADSAM missiles launched roared out the clusters of VLS cells onboard, creating a fireball around them, and even creating a shockwave on the ship. They streaked away at the aircraft just as another "first barrage" of a total of 20 missile was launched at the group of aircraft from the 2 ships, flying at them at a speed of over Mach 4. The additional SM-2s would finish off even more of them soon.

However, they did not necessarily avoid overlooking the anti-ship Tomahawks launched.

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0838

---Secure Transmission to CSJ Battlegroup---
From: Omzian Victor Class Carrier
Subject: --none--

Begin full attack on enemy fleets, as arranged. Air forces is underway. Over.

---End---

With that, an armanda of 6 B-52s, 12 A-12s, 36 F/A-18Es, 48 F/A-160s, and 3 EF-35s -- most armed with Shinma or Harpoon anti-ship missiles, with the EF-35s armed with HARM anti-radiation missiles and 24 F/A-18IEs armed with Thunderbolt missiles are finally alerted for takeoff. The B-52s, the A-12s, and 24 F/A-18IEs quickly took off from the land airbases, headed towards the enemy fleet, with the Naval aircraft (12 F/A-18IEs) quickly taking off the carriers one-by-one. They would be in the air soon, as they will join the Smoke Jaguar wave of aircraft.

The Omzian ships finally moved once again, towards the enemy fleet. In the process, ONCS Alarm also launched a total of 3 Cicada "radar jammer" cruise missiles, to accompany the Omzian aircraft in its operations. The commanders has all checked the weapon systems, with the crews scrambling to work out a firing solution on the enemy ships. The last of them -- corvettes and fast attack boats -- quickly armed their missile tubes, as they moved fast and their advanced stealth technologies helped them to get in range. They were ready.

The 5 Omzian SSGNs and another SSN however, cruised at a speed of just 17 knots. They would be unleashing their load of Firebolt and Shinmas soon, moving quietly. Although the speed has paced, no one dared to even speak. They whisper. The torpedo tubes of these submarines are already loaded with Mk.48 ADACP, the torpedo room crews waited for the command to launch.

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0859

It was a long time before the Omzain cruisers finally discovered the Tomahawks. Its relatively low altitude took away the attention on it, as it got just a few tens of kilometers from the Omzian ships. It was too late for the NADSAM and SM-2s to engage it already, as the Omzian ships quickly fired a salvo of ESSM medium-range naval SAMs, and Nulka decoys. As many missiles still continued, the ships finally fired another salvo of RAM and PDM heat-seeking point-defence missiles, targeting the Tomahawk's heat signatures, and the Dragon CIWS guns firing its 30mm armor-piercing rounds while some Vanguard CIWS equipped fired Black Fly heat-seeking SAMs onto the anti-ship missiles. But, the damage has already been done.

The first victims are the slightly-armed Ikara frigates. The 1000lb warheads of the Tomahawk cruise missiles ruthlessly ripped through the light steel hull into the command centers, creating a huge explosion, as the ship rocked and shook. The commanders has already issued the command to abandon as the first Tomahawks impacted both frigates. The crews nonetheless tried to put out the fire but rescue the ships, but it was still too late. The remaining crews alive -- just totaling for about 90 -- made their way to the lifeboats, as they looked at their own ships sinking at their very own sight. They couldn't just bear it. Quickly receiving the news, 3 HH-60 Seahawks were quickly dispatched to rescue the crews, as the taskforce sped ahead. It was too late to turn back.

The remaining Tomahawk missiles continued on however, their next victims being 3 Sparrowhawk destroyers. The 1000lb warheads once again, pierced into the ships, creating havoc. Another smaller "team" of SH-60 Seahawks were dispatched nonetheless, as 2 commanders of 2 ships already issued an "abandon ship" command, as the 2 ships sank quickly. The other one, heavily damaged, quickly was redirected back to a naval port, just as it sank.

The rest of the missiles that made past the air defence screen also impacted the Hiragis, blowing through its armor, and made through into the interior of the ship, causing significant damage, as the crews fought back onto the fire caused by the explosion. The Victor class carrier -- as expected -- was also the victim, as some missiles blew through the hull, creating damage to the crew compartment areas and a few hangars. One Hiragi was heavily damaged, possibly going to the "boneyard of the navy" later.

The first damage of the upcoming naval war. The small Omzian taskforce is already crippled -- with inforcement upcoming, but still taking some time. It is now up to the aircraft and submarines, to make the victory against the enemy ships.

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0759

The new assembled Omzian carrier battlegroup, a "modified" ONCS Victor CVBG, made it from the naval yards, blowing full steam to the Bay of Hagras, where the action will come tense. The larger ships stayed behind, just as the submarines speeded away from the ships. The SSGNs going to be the first hunters for the enemy carriers and cruisers, while the SSNs acting as ASW defence.

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OOC - Stats on the CVBG:

1x Victor Class light carrier,
1x Carrack Class GM Cruiser,
1x Firestorm Arsenal ship,
2x Oyoda Class Battlecruisers,
3x Sniper Class Destroyers,
3x Sparrowhawk Class Destroyers,
3x Dolphin II Class SSNs,
3x Stymphalian Class SSGNs (Firebolt),
8x Wyvern Corvettes,
12x Hydra Missile Boats

High Admiral Thomas Halsey, commander of all CLF navla forces, stood on the bridge of his pride and joy, the Panteran-made Heavy Carrier,Sage. The Lead carrier of the CLF fleet, now only 500 Km from Omz, he opened a transmission to Omz Central Command.

"This is High Admiral Halsey, CLF Naval Corps. To be blunt, we are here, now where are those b@stards? Hah, It looks like we are going to need a short stop in at port before we are at ideal fighting strength, some of the escorts need a few things, request docking rights and direction to port."

High Admiral Halsey was an enjoyable man, didnt strike as the type to join the service, but when it came to fighting for a cause, the fire in his eyes was never ending, and anyone who served with him could see it, and sense it. Some said he should have ran for office, but that wasnt for him, he felt he could best serve the cause, fighting for it. He was once quoted saying he felt he didnt deserve more than one star, but everyone knew, that if someone was to command the CLF sailors, Halsey was the man to do it, anywhere, anythime.

Heavy Bombardment Squadron 1, assigned to Task Force Atlas
With the transmission from the Omzian forces, 16 ships peeled away from the main escort fleet. Their mission: to close with and engage the enemy fleets. The primary hitting power would come from the two Toryus, 4 Hiragis, and 2 Firestorms, with 6 frigates and a pair of destroyers acting as escorts. They would no doubt inflict heavy damage on the enemy fleets.

Joint Air Wing, CSJS Atlas, Hercules, Kevin J. Anderson and Victor Korvik
With the call from the Omzian forces, the four carriers started launching aircraft as quickly as they could. 36 A-12C strike aircraft, each armed with 4 AGM-84F Harpoon missiles would provide much of the striking power. Backing them up were 84 F-35C JSFs, with 24 loaded entirely for air-to-air combat, and the remaining 60 each cradling a pair of AGM-212 Thunderbolt missiles underwing, along with a few AIMs in the weapons bays. The 24 F-14Fs would be flying high cover, armed with ALRAAMs and Scorpions, and 12 EF-35C Blazers would pack jamming systems and some HARMs. A pair of Eagle Eye AWACS birds were also diverted to provide command and control. These would all join the Omzian force for a massive strike.

OOC: that leaves 48 F-14Fs, 24 F-35Cs, and 48 F-35Bs defending the fleet.

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The young teenager listened, as he was cut off in this anger. He couldn't bear it, especially when Kendell said the word trees. He thought as if his country is worth only a few trees. He already wanted to reach the switchblade in his pocket, but when he listened to Kendell, he froze. His face turning cold, staring at Kendell. "I never knew your siblings and parents are lost in war...", he side, inside his body shaking by what he heard, as he saw Kendell reaching for his gun. "Wait... What are you doing?", he asked, calmly. He put his hand into his ppcoket, and put his grip on the handle of the switchblade.

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The officer, an Armed Police officer clearly bearing the badges of "Omzian Public Security Police Force" in both Omzian and English, looked closely at Ty's face. He was professional at matching people's face at the faces in the pictures. Even when he had his sunglasses on. He had done this in his boring job thousands of times. Well, at least he could get paid much.

Reading the text on the National Citizen ID Card, he quickly inserted it into a slot, and then entered what it seems to be Ty's identification and ID card number into a computer. It was the Omzian National Citizen Identifications Database -- or Natcide -- a computer system invented by Omzian engineers some years ago to prevent the growing flow of illegal aliens in Omzian Nation, and to ensure that cases of false identification are minimalized. Omzians already knew at this situation, it is going to be sometime before the computer confirms the identity, or even bring up a profile of the citizen. Having nothing to do, the officer looked around, glanced at Ty, and looked back. "Well, hot weather here. Never see so many cars coming and going. They still haven't improved the damn speed of this system, too slow."

The computer screen suddenly changed. Something suprised him in the 10 "checkpoint days". No Identification Matched, just as the card was spitted out of the slots. Looking around the ID card and looking at the drivers license, he inserted it again. No luck.

Changing his face to a serious one, he appeared to have said something into the speaker, and asked Ty. "When and where did you get the Identification card? You see, in the Natcide I haven't got no match." He could see cars behind Ty's jeep, but he ignored it. This is more important.

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Omzian Corvette/Missile Boat Group

The group of Omzian corvettes moved fast in its blue camoflauge, despite the stealth features were good enough. The waves poundered teh flat surfaces of the fast-moving boats, it's missile tubes was the "spotlight of the boat" -- which houses . They were already kilometers and kilometers ahead of the Omzian fleets. The firing solutions were already loaded. They were on the lookout, and are willing to initate agreesive manuver against the enemy ships at will. The smaller missile boats -- "the sistero f the sister", stayed close with their less poweful Thunderbolts.

However, the Thunderbolts have already went into range, with its Thunderbolt missiles. Beginning the launch, they quickly sped and suddenly were ahead. Almost instantly, the roar of what it sounds like a missile launch rocked the small boats and even its nearby waterwaves and other missile boats, just as the Thunderbolt missile ejected out of the missile launch tubes, its burning fuel deflected off the bottom of the tube. Within seconds, it got to a speed of just over Mach 3, and climbed to a high altitude. Later in the terminal phase, they would drop to a sea-skimmering altitude to attack the RAID destroyers -- their intended target. Later, all six of the missiles were fired by each boat -- making it a total of 48 missiles at the RAID destroyers. Although it have a small warhead of just over 260lb HE warhead, they hoped that it would at least disable the enemy ships.

The corvettes however, also fired their load from their small cluster of VLS cells -- a total of 8 upgraded AGM-84F Harpoons -- making it a total of 40 Harpoons at the enemy ships. The missiles streaked burning its fuel, and quickly flew in a high subsonic speed, skimmering over the blue waves. They would be firing the Firebolt from the tube launchers soon enough.

OOC: Hopefully not too many.

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the rest of the Omzian submarines -- 2 Levianthan Class SSNs, lagged with the Omzian carrier and cruisers, making sure that it is quiet enough. Its periscopes, covered with RAM, was heightened out to the waters, looking for surface ships. Providing ASW cover for the remaining of the group, they are the eye of the ocean.

As the Conglomerate aircraft sped closer to the enemy ships, each of them had their weapons systems checked and ready. Each F-14D SuperTomcat carried dual Harpoon Block IIs, as well as four AIM-54Cs. The F/A-18IE SuperHornets, on the other hand, were also loaded with the dual Harpoon Block IIs, but also with dual AMRAAM and AIM-9Xs (on the wingtips). As the hundred aircraft sped closer, they finally came to within range of the enemy ships. With word from the OCS Sony, the aircraft launched their Harpoons, as they streaked away towards the enemy ships. The aircraft, 'firing and forgetting,' immediately rerouted and headed back towards the Omni Conglomerates fleet. They were hoping for the enemy to give chase.

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With the last of the cargo transports leaving Omz222, the remainder of the
Kamov Fleet, no longer having the duties to guard the transports from Sniper Country to Omz222 and back, began their treks, both long and short, to the rendezvous point with the Sniper Country fleet. The main portions of the fleet were relatively near Honjaksgrad, because of the sweeping escorting motions they were performing whilst escorting the larger groups of transports. The remainder that were strung out would arrive within a few days.

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Admiral Karakov watched outside from the bridge of the ONS Sony. The ships in his fleet moved into the Bay of Hagras at full steam, ready to engage the liberal scum moving towards his. He watched as the 17 squadrons of F-14Ds and F/A-18IEs soared overhead and all around the Omni Conglomerates and Sniper Country ships. He was ready to pummel the enemy straight to eternal damnation. All the destroyers, missile frigates, and other ASM capable ships had their P-800 Yakhonts ready, and when the enemy reached within the firing range, just a few kilometers more, they would be unleashing deadly fury onto the enemy. Two RAID Destroyers from Sniper Country were already called upon for assistance to some of the Conglomerate destroyers; they were going in old school.

As he watched outside, Karakov was called into another room, just outside the bridge. He walked in, and on the video screen in front of him was the head of Philcass Arms.

"Admiral, the Board has confirmed the usage."

"Yes, sir. We have an entire three teams each devoted to the protection of those fifty torpedoes. They are spread out amongst several ships, submarines mainly, in order to procure safety. The most being located on the OCS Daedric, a cruiser, and that amount is five. I thank you for allowing us to use these. As you know, the tests have shown its volatility, but with sufficient protection and testing, we have significantly lowered the risks. However, a little battle testing should work out the rest of the kinks," Karakov said with a smirk. The pure tetranitromethane/toluene-compound torpedoes would be used for the first time in a battle scenario at the Battle of Hagras Bay, and have very interesting effects, to say the least.

Victor CVBG, Southeast of Hagras Strait

The battlegroup was travelling at 30 knots -- full speed for all ships, to make sure that they would arrive in Bay of Hagras as soon as possible to provide inforcements for the existing but small forces. It was going to be only a few hours, before they reach their destination and finish their short trip, entering the fury of the battle.

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ONCS Alarm

The crews were on full alert. After the total 20 NADSAM-ER naval SAMs were launched at the F-14D and F/A-18IES even before they launched their missiles, they were prepared to launch more of them, to devastate all the enemy aircraft trying to enter the engagement envelope. It was already hectic enough for the crews; they sat on their chairs and looked at the screens uncomfortably. The Captain of the ship looked outside at its sister, ONCS Aegis, worried about additional attacks. Looking at reports and paperworks, he again authorized the firing solutions.

Just as the crews got their lock on the Omni Conglomerate aircraft and when they fired their Harpoon Block IIs, numbers and numbers of naval SAMs were fired from the clusters of VLS cells -- endless missiles. The number of missiles were launched one-by-one from each cluster of cells, fire spitting out and blocking the sights. A roaring sound can be heard from the boosters of the NADSAM-ERs and the SM-2MRs' rocket engines. It was almost like an explosion. The fire surrounded the ends of the missiles, as they helped the missiles as the missiles streaked towards their targets at speeds of Mach 4. Knowing that their targets, especially the Superhornets, could barely get to Mach 2 and above without fuel tanks, they were sure that the missiles, which can sustain a high-G-Forces (to counter high-G defensive manuvers by aircraft) and electric countermeasures, would score hits -- giving the enemy an lesson of intruding. A total of additional 40 NADSAM-ERs and 60 SM-2MRs were launched at the cloud of enemy aircraft by both the ONCS Alarm and ONCS Aegis, cleaning up half of their air defence arsenal. The cloud of missiles were each on their way to destroy themselves -- in front of the enemy.

But, this time they were already aware of the Harpoons -- lathough with smaller warheads, they were more deadly overall. As the Harpoons flew at the high-subsonic speed, the ships tried to track the Harpoons. Ready to launch their PDM and ESSMs, they stood by.

OOC: All for now; losses coming soon.

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The 14 Omzian F-14F Tomcat IIs, which were on a patrol mission with a load of 4 AERAAM long-range AAMs, 2 Cockatrice MRAAMs, and 2 Scorpion SRAAMs, streaked from their intended CAP flight course as the enemy aircraft came to their territory. Just as they kicked their afterburner to speeds excess Mach 2.1, they received an unusual order: Flagship, Indigo Flight, do not fire on enemy aircraft. Reports suggest low-flying ASM incoming. On interception course. Over.

Of course, they obeyed, the pilots still worried about the escaping enemy aircraft. As they lowered to a very low altitude and turned on their IRST infrared tracking and activated their AERAAM missiles, they quickly launched the first batch of 3 AERAAMs each -- making it a total of 42 of these "missile killers" flying at a high supersonic sped towards their target of the Harpoon flights, receiving targeting information from a datalink with the E-2C Hawkeye. The sounds of the missiles streaking almost overran the radio chatters. They continued forward, to actually engage the missiles themselves. They were also going to make history -- the first Omzian Naval F-14F Squadron to engage anti-ship missiles.

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Just as the enemy ships speedd toward the Omzian ships to fire their Yakhonts, the Omzian ships quickly took the advantage of the slight shorter range of the Yakhont (which is about ten km shorter than Harpoon F and Shinmas I believe), and locked onto the enemy ships. The remaining Hiragi quickly reacted -- swinging its twin quad Harpoon launchers plus its 4 quad Tomahawk launchers. As the targeting information was transmitted from the fiber-optic backbone of the ship, the missiles quickly popped out -- one by one, both kinds; some from quad launchers, some from VLS cells. Both the total of 32 upgraded AGM-84F Harpoons and 16 BGM-109B TASM (Tomahawk Anti-Ship) quickly left their launchers. The Harpoons quickly ignited their engines and dropped to a sea-skimmering altitude, while the much larger Tomahawks dropped their burnt-out booster into the waves of the ocean and also dropped to a relatively low altitude, cruising to their target. Another Cicada missile also followed, providing the missiles with limited airborne radar jamming.

The Carrack class cruisers also reacted, firing their backup load of 48 newly installed BGM-271C Shinma anti-ship missiles (24 each). Just as the crews executed the new commands to fire the new anti-ship missiles, a total of heavy Shinma anti-ship missiles left the VLS cells. It followed its inertal guidance -- soon activating their IR seeker when they are finally arriving at the location of the enemy ships, rendering ECM almost useless. It would also execute random manuvers at the end to counter CIWS guns, before diving onto its intended target with the 340kg warheads.

For the quiet Interdictor II SSGs however, they quickly cruised with its slow speed and tried to get range with its large Firebolts -- somehow a large alternative to the Yakhont and the Moskit. Armed with 8 Firebolts each, they could provide a deadly punch.

The remaining 3 Levianthans however, which are carrying a total of 18 Shinmas each (16 VLS, 2 torpedo tubes) and 8 Mk.48 ADACPs, continued. One stayed silent, while another 2 quickly opened the VLS cells, and one-by-one, fired a total of 32 heavy Shinma anti-ship missiles at the enemy ships. The two quickly moved to reorganize themselves in another position.

In all, the Shinmas targeted the smaller "picket" escorts -- destroyers, frigates, and some cruisers -- while the larger Tomahawk targeted the aricraft carriers.

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The armanda of aircraft made its way slowly to the sea. Most are armed with "medium" Shinmas and Harpoon Fs. Most of them carried 2 of these missiles each -- with the B-52 carrying 8 each, and the F/A-160s carried one on the fuselage. Others carried Thunderbolts and HARMs, so they still have to travel farther.

The Harpoon carriers -- the F/A-160s and B-52Hs, began the first action. They quickly fired their load of Harpoon Fs at a range of 318km -- a total of 48 for the B-52s, and another 48 for the F/A-160s, making it 96 Harpoon Fs. With the heavy missiles dropping and cruising onto the enemy escort ships, the F/A-160s quickly jettisoned their fuel tanks, and executed some manuvers. But, especially the B-52s, they are now just sitting ducks.

The rest continued. The Shinma-carrying aircraft would still need to travel some 40km, with the EF-35s providing active jamming.

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OOC Quick Summary:

Total launched:

~40(60 total) NADSAM-ER and 60 SM-2MR SAMs (at enemy aircraft);
~128 Harpoon Fs and 80 Shinmas (enemy ships -- primarily escorts: frigates, destroyers, some large PT/recon/etc. boats, cruisers);
~16 Tomahawks (aircraft carriers).

If someone are having problems with it (or, how I got into range), I'm sure that we could talk about it. For the people who still doesn't know the "standard" CSJ weaponeries, the page with info on Shinma ASMs is here (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=79281&postdays=0&postorder=asc&start=20) (on the bottom).

Also, an OOC thread request, OC: could you explain how the "tetranitromethane/toluene-compound" torpedoes works? Thanks.

Joint Air Wing, CSJS Atlas and Hercules
Coming in shortly after the Omzian aircraft, and under heavy jamming, the Clan Smoke Jaguar planes headed toward the enemy fleets. Most waited until they were 250 km from their targets before launching, ensuring that their missiles would be able to strike deeper than the Omzian missiles, and with additional fuel when they hit. The 96 strike aircraft quickly unloaded their missiles before heading back, still under the cover of the escorting fighters. A total of 120 Thunderbolts would go after the smaller frigates and missile boats, while 144 AGM-84F Harpoons would strike at the larger escorts.

OOC: just in case it hasn't been noted already: Thunderbolt = lighter version of Yakhont (120 kg warhead as opposed to 200)

The 200 low-flying Harpoon almost overwhelmed the systems on the Carrack Class cruisers, the low-flying light sea skimmers were simply not easy to take out, as opposed to missiles flying in high altitudes. As the radar lost multitudes of contacts with these targets, and as the F-14Fs already are in the process of "finishing" off some of them, the commander of the Carrack looked at a command console. All defensive systems ready. As some remaining SM-2MRs and Evolved Sea Sparrows continued to be launched from the VLS cells onto some missiles that can estabilish a lock on (which isn't many), the crews were already ready for some firefighting, or even evacuate the ship. Just as this time, the worst has come. The ESSMs continued to launch, as the AMFEL point-defence laser (concept similar to the MTHEL, but only the laser is free electron) shot through the sky and trying to intercept some of the missiles. Just as they heard the CIWS gun firing the 30mm rounds and the box launchers firing heat-seeking PDM missiles, they almost heard a huge explosion. Something struck.

The barrage of Harpoon missiles ripped through the light armor of the cruiser, into the crew quarters. The fire from both the explosion and the high flammable fuel were already burning there, soon spreading. The on-ship Automatic Disaster Control System (ADCS) unluckly tried to put out the fire, but with some minimal success on the flammable fuel. As the fire kept burning inside, another barrage of Harpoon missile came into play, and penetrated the upper part -- a communications center. Fire spread there with crews burning from the hot fuel without even knowing what's going on. The ADCS still continued to try put out the fire, but no success. The eruption and explosion continued, until the 2 sides of the fire met each other. the crews tried to put out the fires themselves, with few success. Abandon ship! Abandon ship! The ONCS Alarm is sinking, suffering from heavy damages of the fire.

The crew had no choice. The 2 SH-60 Seahawks on it quickly lifted off as it should've been earlier, with some "important" ship crews, just as the rest climbed into the rescue boats and are prepared to sail back until some helicopter finds them. They stared at the nearby ONCS Aegis as they climbed into the large boats -- somehow it also caught fire although it was obvious that it is small. The nearby ONCS Glorious Sea -- looking like some missile penetrated through the hull, the crews could see it. The Hiragi however, with its heavy armoring, still ca be seen floating although there has been some obvious fire damages. Just ast he boats were lowered, they could already feel the boat sinking themselves -- the engine stops running, and the radar dish stops turning. Lifeless.

Things surely went fast. Just as they launched the barrage of missiles at the enemy -- they got their ultimate threat.

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The ONCS Aegis suffered heavy damage in the interior and on deck. Heading back to port, full evacuation order may be soon. the crews already knew saving the ship isn't a reality anymore, since the water filled the rooms even with the ADCS' "foaming system". They were lucky that the ship's displacement still kept them floating. Most "offensive" weapon systems weren't functioning due to fire on the VLS cells, while the engine still ran and some defensive weapons (CIWS, etc.) were still functioning. The crews didn't have high hopes; the CIWS guns' and the PDMs' almost ran out of the reloads. As the crews felt it however, it was already gradually sinking -- or swinging however, taking the barrage of Harpoons.

The ONCS Flag of the Horn, the Hiragi cruiser, however, took some damage on deck and at the interior, even with the advanced armoring. The ship, crippled, seems that some parts still function. But the VLS cells were already damaged, some gun turrents even burnt. It just can't absorb another load of damage from these warheads. But it was ready to use its 8 inch guns whenever necessary.

The ONCS Glorious Sea, suffering heavy damage from the wave, still kept floating despite its damage also. The deck suffering from heavy fire especially from the flammable fuel of the Harpoons, the crews desparately employing the ADCS system to put out the fire. Munitions were rolled to the sea to prevent additional explosion, scraps of what was once aircraft, sitting there blackened out. The runway didn't look like a runway, it looked like aburnt junkyard. Floodings were reported, and the system tried to put it out. The "important" high officers however, were quickly evacuated, with some remaining officers commanding the crews. They were ready to evacuate from the already-frozen-in-movement ship.

Another 2 Sparrowhawk class destroyers however, were also heavily damaged. The HH-60s were already lifting off to rescue its men, as one finally sank and took massive damage from the fire and flooding onboard. Another one however, heavily damaged also, swinged in the ocean as it waited sinking. And it did.

The young men soon learned what a "ruthless naval war" is -- only missile style. Life isn't a word. With the weapon systems limited due to the damage, the ships are now swinging sitting ducks.

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With the heavy damage reported, the Pacific Fleet finally issued the order to get many of the remaining ships onsail. It was a loosely assembled taskforce, but they should coopreate well. Outraged, the officers also contacted the Air Force to be ready to strike whenever possible. With the inforcement force from the Pacific Second Fleet moving, they now waits for the result. Some remaining coastal batteries -- just very few, were brought online. Fast attack watercraft and various artillery equipments, along with aircraft already loaded with cluster bombs and Mk.80 series bombs, are ready for any attempt of amphibious landing.

OOC: Sinking time! :twisted:

And the second incoming forces stats:

-1x Marx class "Aviation Cruiser"/Dreadnaught
-2x Sniper class Destroyer
-3x Chimera Class (70 Tomahawk Anti-Ship with some Harpoon and Mk.48 ADACP torpedoes)
-2x Levianthan Class SSN (18 Shinmas, Mk.48 ADACPs)
-5 Wyvern GM Corvettes
-6 Hydra Missile Boats

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As the teenager saw this, he still feared that Kendell might do something. But he changed his face, and simply said, "well, we all have experiences from war in our lifes. personally, I don't want any more wars... My grandmother was already killed in bombings, just as... My brother... I saw him shot by you pepeople." But suddenly with the last statement, he could feel a feverish flame going into his heart. He was angered as he reminded himself of it. Scenery of war, blood, and death flashed through his face as it seems, as the teenager stared at Kendell's gun.

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The officer was suprised and confused. Speaking with a suspecious tune with his pistol on his belt, he replied. "Well... It is certainly unusual. So you are saying that you didn't have the ID after all? Anyways, we'll talk in a room. Oh, it is nothing long, you are not in trouble..." he paused for a second, instructing another officer to take his space. ...yet... he thought. Getting back to his civilian counterpart, he continued, "please park your car at the Inspection Office parking lot. I will go with you."

Stepping out his post, he saw as Ty drived to the parking lot. Just as he stepped from his car, the officer continued, speaking in an off-topic matter. "An officer gave you the scar? Did you file a complaint? I heard an officer was charged with abuse and assualt just a few days ago. Certainly a suprise to the national police, heh. Well, his 6 years sentense was well deserved for someone who stained the police, I'll tell you what." Looking around, he spoke to Ty again. "Anyways, we'll get you to the office." Walking with Ty into the Inspection Office building, it was clearly a busy place - people sitting to get documents checked, officers flipping through piles of paperwork, and even some officers arguing. Walking through under the portrait of Oma Zee (founder of Modern Omz222) and an emblem of the Omzian Public Security Police, the officer opened a door to a lighted room, but window-less. "Come here."

Sitting down on a wooden chair while still possessing Ty's documents, he began. He changed his face to a more serious one, and began. "So to start, when did you renew your Identification card? It looks like that this card is quite new, so you did renew it a while ago. Not now. If you just have gotten your ID however, then it would be another matter."

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However, when word of the identification (if possible?) of the Thunderbolts, the ships were ready.
OOC: It would be possible I'd say, since most modern radar systems should be able to identify its targets.

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The Omzian aircraft carrier again took a serious blow. Even with the medium 400+lb warheads of the Yakhont, it simply couldn't stand another strike. Fire continued to spread across the ships, sucking in more aircraft and other metals to feed itself, burning many crews alive. As another batch of missiles detonated on it, the fire quickly spreaded into the interior. Already, panic spread among the crews, as some -- without lifeboats -- jumped into the ocean, and plummeting into the waves as the lifevests didn't help them much. Other ones however, were still determined to fight teh fire, only finding themselves trapped by it. Just as the fire spread through the hangars, into the living quarters and control centers, it also spread to the munition storage. A huge explosion rocked the ship as the fires detonated the bombs, missiles, rockets, and fuel on board, earting up the ship. The crews still kept hoping and did try to put out the fire frantically. One of them was Rear Admiral Janue himself. His medals reflected the flames of the fire, as he was gobbled up by the heat himself, dying while trying to save the life of his fellow crews, and the ship he commanded. He can't let it go. Letting it go would be betraying his country. He had died for it.

Soon, still with fire, the carrier -- or scrap, to be specific -- finally stopped to a lifeless motion, slowly sinking to the vast ocean. The fire was gradually burning out, as the ship met its demise. The crews still swimming in the waters trying to survive, as they saw scrap and other junk falling onto them. They impacted the waters, making a loud splash around the sinking ship. ONCS Glorious Sea died in her own territory.

The Hiragi class cruiser still rocked, as the few Yakhonts impacted the structure of the ship. As the missiles reached the gun ammunition storage, it ignited a spectular explosion aboard the ship. The crews tried to seal off the ship from the explosion point, as water poured in and fire spreaded, giving the crews the choice of life of death. Some chose life, jumping off the ship directly or evacuating to the lifeboats, while some chose death as they fought against the enemy fires for their country. They died gallantly, as the Hiragi cruiser was burnt out and slowly sank. It was unbelievable that such an armored ship could sink, but taking most of the missiles, it did.

The other Yakhont missiles, heading towards the Omzian corvettes, was supposely to be met by the 30mm rounds on the ship, and the ships' self defence ESSM. As the corvettes received the news of the launch of the Yakhonts, they didn't expect much, as they tried to launch their total lod of 30 Firebolts (6 each). The fast-firing tubes fired, as the Yakhonts charged into them. But the Yakhonts' speed were simply too great. As it dived on the ship, the firings were cut off mostly at the fourth or third launch, the crew were already preparing to put their lifevests on. The explosions from the Yakhonts ripped the tiny corvettes into half, the fuel burning on both pieces, as blood and burnt corpses floated besides them. Some crews of the missile boats stared at them, trying to not believe it, while their boats was also impacted by the explosion, immediately throwing the crews into the air, the fires raged.

Over the horizon from the corvette, one man yelled followed by a pistol shot, "for liberty! For Omzian Democratic Fed-", before he was cut off. The 17 Firebolt missiles continued to fly at a speed of Mach 3 onto the enemy ships in a high-low flight profile, as they looked onto their targets -- primarily RAID destroyers and BASS Frigates -- with their 600lb+ HE warhead.

The Omzian Interdictor IIs continued slowly, until they are finally in range. Caring less abou the flight profile, they quickly blasted off their 40 Firebolts, as the Firebolts immediately dashed off the blue waters and flied onto a high altitude. It would be dropping low soon, onto the remaining enemy aircraft carriers.

The remaining 3 attack subs however, remained quiet. The crews dared to not even speak loudly, since that would show off noise. The commanders of the ship quickly checked an report of the submarines' weapon systems. The men in the torpedo room already loaded the torpedo tubes with ADACP torpedoes. They cruised at a speed of just over 6 knots, to ensure maximum quietness. They were also prepared to react to any enemy sonar contacts.

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As the Omzian aircraft carrying Shinmas and Firebolts went on, they quickly received the warning from their Radar Warning Receiver about the F/A-18IE, and indeed they were already locked on to. The aircraft, immediately jettisoning their fuel tanks and quickly firing their load of 48 Shimnas (medium version) onto the pre-planned targets -- once again, escorts. The other 24 F/A-18IEs also fired off their load of 48 Thunderbolts at the escorts, hopefully to damage tem, although it was an emergency firing in which a high-low flight profile took over (instead of a low/sea-skimmering flight profile).

The B-52Hs continued back home in their subsonic speed, as the small and swift F/A-160s quickly dashed off at a speed of Mach 1.6. The rest however, quickly headed back to their airbases, still aware of the enemies. Only lightly armed with 2 Scorpions each for most (the F/A-18IES also armed with Cockatrices), they escaped quickly. However, the flight of Marine F/A-18IEs nonetheless "escorted" the B-52Hs, hopefully to make it home.

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The two Omzian naval forces continued. The ONCS Victor CVBG still had to cruise for some hours to its intended arrival point, providing a disadvantage for the allied forces. The ONCS Marx BCVGB however, continued. It just need a few hours until they meet with their Smoke Jaguar taskforce.

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The beach of Port Hagras and surroundings were already sealed off. Although the military dared not to put mines at such a popular civilian gathering spot, members of the Army, Army Reserve, and Militia sat in their hiding points along the beaches -- foxholes, bushes, trees -- mostly around the main city, clutching together their weapons: from sniper rifles to machine guns, from Javelin anti-tank missile launchers to HIWS and SHIPON tubes, from motors to even recoilless rifles. Some military personnel are also placed at rooftops, or mixed with the urban population, with Nova Cat IFVs can be seen around the city. Aircraft was placed on Ground Alert Strike at airbases surrounding the Hagras military zone, preparing to strike arriving amphibious assualt craft and ships, and landing troops. Crews sat inside their self-propelled howitzers and MLRS trucks, the rocket launchers and guns pointing at the direction of the beaches. The functioning coastal artillery were loaded with liquid propellants and shells of vaious kinds, with a few surviving mobile truck ASM launchers rolling.

Port Hagras is ready for an amphibious landing.

Krait 1 Joint Air Wing
Lieutenant Colonel Jeremy Blake, commander of VF-197 (Sea Kraits), watched below as the first strike aircraft began unloading their weapons, and the various missiles sped on their way to the Sniper Country and Omni Conglomerates ships. It was an impressive sight, and he was almost lost in the moment. A call from the accompanying AWACS, warning of incoming bandits, was what jarred him back. Without thinking twice, he ordered his squadron foward, but made sure they all knew to stay clear of the enemy ships' SAM envelope. The twelve F-14F Tomcat IIs would wait until the enemy fighters were within 100 km, at which time they'd begin firing off their ALRAAMS, using the accompanying E-68 Eagle Eye for guidance. Their radars would remain off this time to help provide the ambush with an element of surprise.

Task Force Shoryu
The 32 missiles fired at the CSJ fleet were detected 200 km out by an orbiting E-68, and the targeting information was quickly relayed back to the ships. In all, a total of 14 NADSAM ER and 24 NADSAM MR missiles were deployed to engage them before they dropped to low altitude, dispatching 19 of the missiles. As they drew closer, the third air defense net was activated, and 32 ESSMs were shot out, dropping another 8 missiles. 5 however, broke through the primary nets, leaving only the CIWS to stop them. Here, another three missiles dropped. Of the remaining 2, one struck the Frigate Solar Blaze, it's 320 kg warhead nearly snapping the little ship in half. The other one struck the Destroyer Darryl Bowen, ripping into her VLS batteries.
The Solar Blaze lived up to its name, dieing in a spectacular explosion from the missile. All hands went down with the ship. The Darryl Bowen was a little luckier. The reinforced blast panels around the VLS launchers kept the damage localized, but the secondary esplosions were more than enough to start a number of fires, and the ship had to turn away, not quite crippled, but certainly unable to continue front-line combat operations.
The Smoke Jaguar task force had just lost over a quarter of its escort force.

The task force was not, however, going to take that loss lightly. The combined ships launched 32 Naginata missiles, each about as difficult to counter as a Harpoon and armed with a 500 kg warhead, their computers loaded with the IIR signatures of the Sniper Country carriers. Added to that were 64 NADSAM-ER missiles, using their tremendous overreach to engage the fighters flying above the Sniper Country battlegroup.

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Kendell saw the kid stare blankly at his rifle. It was a nice weapon, an M4B2, with an optical sight and a Monoloc monofilament wide-receiver scope. He still had his MR15 in his hip holster, but it was strapped in. Just as Kendell was about to reach for his pistol, he saw a red dot appear behind the teenager. It was leading up the back of his leg, and Kendell could tell it was coming from the other side of the street, probably on the second floor. The dot made its way up, towards the kid’s back. Kendell, in a possibly stupid move, suddenly jumped up, and lunged for the teenager.

"Nice.. weapon," he commented, half sarcasm, half truth. He still hated Kendell. He still hated the invaders. Just because my government decided on something 'fishy'?, he thought, just as Kendell pushed him onto the ground.

Completely suprised, he stared at Kendell. "Is someone going to shoot at me... Why did you try to save my life?" He knew the scenario. He had someone he knew shot in the chest by a sniper rifle. And he barely survived.

“Yessir. I had no ID until a few weeks ago. Nobody ever asked, and nobody ever made a deal about it until that cop got into something with me. I had a fender-bender, and the guy asked for my ID. I told him I didn’t have one, and so he gave me a warning, which I will carry with me the rest of my life. Like I said, I got this stupid thing when tensions were at a peak between us and the imperialists,” Ty said, staring into the officer’s eyes.

"I see...", the officer began to stare at Ty with a questionable stare, then glancing on the documents. "So you must be the batch who didn't apply for the new ID a few years ago, things happens. Get an ID card when they tell you in the beginning, and the government wouldn't have so much fuss," he later said with a clear voice, looking at the documents and Ty.

Once again reading his documents, he remembered something. "I persume you had a truck? Could you show me your drivers license please?"

It was going to be anoher long night, the officer assured himself.

The SCNF Agamemnon, seeing that not a lot could be done to stop its inevitable doom, launched twelve fighters, F/A-18IE SuperHornets. The SuperHornets, armed with Harpoons, headed off towards the Clanner fleet, in order to exact a fitting demise.

The other two squadrons of SuperHornets continued on their way. They now knew they were about to intercept enemy B-52Hs, the lumbering giants, but knew they would have a time, as escorts were sure to be. They had their AIM-52s ready, along with Aim-9Xs for backup. They would soon be within proximity, and simply waited for their time.

OOC: Actually, the AIM-52 can be only carried by the F-14 :P But oh well, no bug fuss.

IC: The Omzian Super Hornets turned on their radar anyways, knowing the enemy would still soon detect them. The other aircraft was already speeding away at their maximum speed, burning the fuel in their drop tanks at an alarming rate to attempt to get out the battlespace. Also having the E-2C Hawkeye having nowhere to land, the slow E-2C Hawkeye nonetheless provided cover and entered the borderline Smoke Jaguar fleet space with an radio inform and IFF codes on, offering Smoke Jaguars a datalink. It still warned the Omzian aircraft. "Delta, Pontiac 2, Bandits Bearing 322 For 203, Angels Medium, Cold."

After hearing the message, the Omzian pilots thought that the enemy were "running away" from them, so they didn't bother. Even an AMRAAM doesn't have that range, anyways. But just incase, they checked for another update. "Delta, Pontiac 2, Bandits Bearing 322 for 201, Angels Medium, Cold."

2 kms close!?, the lead pilot thought in his oxygen mask and the helmet. Looking at the Radar Warning Receiver, they had detected faint signals from what it appears to be the radars of the F/A-18IEs. Unsure what to do, the leader still instructed the other aircraft to keep onguard, fearing that the Super Hornets could be a trap for them.

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After the airwar, the Omzian aircraft still kept on alert. From "Tank-busters" to interceptors and even helicopters. But it is now for recon flights.

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0728 (Hon time)

Bankarz Air Base

The command still had uncertainity about the air superiority over Honjaksgrad. Satellites weren't able to get that close in anyways, much farther than the cameras on the U-3 aircraft.

It was at 0622 at the airbase, when an Omzian Security Services U-3 high-altitude recon aircraft rolled off a hangar. The airfield -- designed for "special aircraft", had a long runway in which the U-3 would take off. And silently, the black U-3 -- looks a bit like the U-2 -- taxied onto te runway, officers assisting the takeoff. The pilot, Commander Ron Sakav, had certain uncertainity about the flight, as he sat in the life support body suit. looking at the front.

The aircraft finally ignited its engines, when a terrible roar came. Just as the aircraft sped along the runway and eventually retracted its landing gears. It would be travelling subsonically at an altitude of 69,000 feet, looking over onto Honjaksgrad for any signs of the enemy with its percise colour camera.

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0731

An EC-130J Command Solo II quickly tookoff from a nearby airfield, the same one where it housed the F-15Es. The huge modified propellor-driven cargo aircraft was carrying sophiscated, moving slowly and under an escort of 2 F/A-22Cs (armed with Cockatrices and HARM targeting pods plus 2 HARMs just in case), was quickly caught up with the existing Honjaksgrad FM radio channels and some TV channels (relying on antennas) A junior officer was on the job of broadcasting the message to both his enemy and the Omzian people. He knew some English, so the commanders feel that he could be fit for the job. The other officers began "hijacking" the Hon radio channels just as the junior officer spoke. Facing the camera, on his background was a blue "wall", with the emblem of Omzian Democratic Federal Republic and a portrait of Oma Zee. On the young, caucasian-looking officer's blue military suit was an emblem of the Omzian Air Force, and a few medals. Looking at the camera with defiance, he spoke clearly in English, and quickly.

Attention enemies of the Omzian Democratic Federal Republic, and its Omzian Homeland Defence Forces! The Omzian Air Force and Clan Smoke Jaguar Air Force has successfully achieved the goals of destroying your aircraft and air defence, and now has achieved air superiority to allow us to advance! Achieving this status, the Omzian Air Force will do anything possible. Give up your occupation and attempted conquoring of our land, and surrender! The Omzian Army with assistance will at any time soon plow through your fortification, mine fields, and lines of armor and artillery and obliterate your armor, and soon storm any of your hideouts and discover your attack points, and liberate the Omzian people!

He suddenly paused after that, and began to speak in Omzian. He felt much better.

Our people! The Omzian Defence Forces is doing the best it can to retake Honjaksgrad while protecting other places from the enemy! Do not give up into the enemy: that will only betray your motherland and undermine our efforts. As you see, we have bombed suspected hideouts of the enemy, and now ports has been eliminated to cut off the supply lines of the enemy. Soon, we with our friends from Clan Smoke Jaguar will plow through the enemy lines. Be strong, and never give in to the invaders. We appreciate our people's support.

He finished, and the live broadcasting on TV and radio has been terminated. They had recorded it onto a tape, just incase. Taking off from the Honjaksgrad airspace, they moved slowly, in hope to successfully return to its home base.

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Near Port Hagras however, the remaining Omzian ship from the ports there quickly gathered within the minutes, advancing to the area of action. It would still be an hour before they get there -- and help the Smoke Jaguar fleet to defend Port Hagras from the "sum of all fears" in this situation -- that is, an amphibious landing.

Task Force Shoryu
The E-68 again noted incoming Yakhont missiles from the Sniper Country forces. The engagement process repeated itself, and 23 missiles fell to the NADSAMs, and 9 more to ESSMs. PDMs, Dragons, and AMFELs counted for 5 more. Of the final three, 2 were "K-Bombs," and one had a real warhead. The first potassium missile struck the Frigate Starfire, with both of the others striking the cruiser Kashii. The resulting damage would put both ships out of the fight.

Hiragi Class Cruiser Kashii, Task Force Shoryu
The first missile that struck was the genuine article, and it almost completely penetrated the armor, lodging itself just beside the magazine for Turret #2. The force of the explosion ripped off large chunks of armor, but also blew a hole through the last bit between the missile and the magazine, allowing for the blast to ignite the ammunition and some of the propellant stored there. Thanks to numerous protective measures, notably armored walls directing the blast upwards, the damage was localized, though the #2 turret was completely destroyed, along its entire crew of 21, and 37 additional crew members were injured by the concussion. Finally, structural damage would limit the ship to 19 knots.
The second missile, though weaker, provided far more damage than its predecessor. It tore through a weak spot in the armor, detonating outside the engine room, and starting a fire while spreading potassium fragments all over the area. When the crew attempted to get the fire under control, they soaked the potassium, with the ensuing explosion sending burning fragments into the firefighters. Though the fire was eventually brought under control, the ship was stopped, one boiler was a complete wright-off, and the entire engine room was contaminated. The missile also killed 27 sailors, and wounded another 38, which the ship's medical teams were also ill-prepared for dealing with. Similarly, the decontamination team was not experienced in dealing with potassium, and they had to wait for a team from one of the accompanying Toryus to be flown in before they could do anything. For now, the Kashii was dead in the water.

Prowler Class FFG Starfire, Task Force Shoryu
The situation on the Starfire was originally similar to the larger Kashii though the missile found a far less critical area in the forward half of the ship. However, the ship lucked out in having a member of the decontamination team who had worked with potassium before, so they were able to clean up the mess, but provide only moderate assistance to the wounded, of which there were 17, along with 12 dead. It was decided that the Starfire, instead of retreating, would stay with the crippled Kashii, providing a degree of air defense with her 32 NADSAMs, while also using her excellent sonar to help protect against submarines. Submarines would not be too much of a threat unless they started lobbing cruise missiles, as the ships were not moving, so their machinery noise was virtually nonexistant, requiring any attacking subs to either use active sonar, which gave away their position, or recieve targeting information from air or surface units, in which case their masts would be detected as they broke the surface. Aircraft were a different story though. With only 32 NADSAM-MRs and 48 ESSMs, they'd have little chance against a large-scale assault, though the other ships plowing ahead would mean that such an assault against them wouldn't be likely.


OOC: SC, there seems to be a slight error there. I fired 64 NADSAMs, which were engaging the aircraft on station above the battle group. I see no sign of that being noted. I'm not sure if you got the targets mixed up or just forgot about them, but the 32 Naginatas were the only antiship missiles fired by my surface vessels.
For the aircraft, I'll assume their at very low altitudes (<25m) altitudes. Otherwise, they'd be detected and engaged long before they could fire their missiles. Just remember that they'll want to pop up just before they fire, or the Harpoons might drop into the sea.

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South Central Hojaksgrad – A sewer substation

The Omni Conglomerates soldiers finally made it to their destination. Comm. Center Wally-World had been taken out not long ago and some of the low-level command delegations from SYNOP had been lost in the incinerated paperwork. Not a lot was lost aside from a few communications officers since most of the essential equipment and personnel had been moved underground long ago. They had lost the only truly fortified structure they had on the surface with the destruction of the WalMart Supercenter, along with all the sporting goods they were going to loot later. The destruction suited the soldiers of the City just fine since they preferred mobile defenses that they could adapt to the situation as they needed and as the battle dictated. As the soldiers got to the juncture of the sewer system, one of the grunts opened a door, and was greeted with several assault rifles aimed directly at his face. They had interrupted a nap-time of fellow Omni Conglomerates troops from the 2nd Special Operations Regiment.

“Identify yourself, you useless fag!” one of the operators barked at the grunt, who looked as if he was about to pee his pants.

“Lt. Jay Jenson, ID28734, Clearance 13, baba-booyah,” retorted the grunt with faltering dignity.

The special operator waited for his sergeant to check the information on their laptop against the OCMD (Omni Conglomerates Military Database) linkup. The OCMD contained files on every single Omni Conglomerates soldier, as well as the passcodes given to the Barbarosea and Sniper Country Military Forces to gain access into the sewer junctures. After the information was checked out, the operator cocked one eyebrow and said, “Baba-booyah?”

“Would you have thought of it?” the lieutenant, now relieved, replied.

“Right, well, we are going to be moving out in one minute, and you were supposed to be here for preparation yesterday,” the operator said, disgusted.

“We were slightly delayed to the North. What are we doing here, anyway? We weren’t given any info, just orders to move,” the grunt replied assuming the operator already knew of the slow-down that occurred briefly after the destruction of Wally-World.

“We’re escorting a high level Barbarosean official to an extraction point near the coast. Beyond that, you do not need to know anything else about him. We are taking him through the sewers down an old tunnel my boys and me found a while back. It has to be old because we couldn’t find any trace of it on the city maps. We are going to be going through two checkpoints, but I don’t see any problems. You guys are here for extra firepower, to slow down any enemy forces that get in our way, and give them something to shoot at besides us,” the operator said with a smirk as he looked at his watch. He then continued, “It’s been a minute. Let’s go.”

The two respective groups parted ways. The Special Operations unit, designated Peestain, moved out to retrieve the Barbarosean official, as the grunts moved out to secure the way through the designated path in the sewer system.

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Honjaksgrad – Northwest Sector “Deathtrap” – Rooftop

An Omni Conglomerates sniper sat embarrassed in his rooftop hide. He had nearly just shot a kid being interrogated by a Sniper Country soldier. He usually picked his shots better. It wouldn’t have been so bad if he had shot the kid since the Brass had recently issued an order to keep all civilians out of the North sector, with deadly force, regardless of their reason for being there. It would only be real bad if the Sniper Country soldier started returning fire. The fact that a Sniper Country troop was interrogating the kid and that he had interfered with it could get him in trouble alone. He decided to go ahead and apologize to the soldier who by now had likely guessed his location.

“Hey, sorry dude! I didn’t know you were interrogating the kid! My bad!” the novice sniper yelled across the street. He grumbled to himself as he picked his hide clean, and began to relocate.

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Honjaksgrad – Northern Sector – Sewer/Subway circuit station

The men and woman of Hobo and Outhouse unit were watching the television when they heard the funniest propaganda message they had heard so far in the war. For a moment, it was silent. The soldiers didn’t really know what to say, much less do. All of a sudden, the room erupted with laughter. So much of it, in fact, that many of the men had to grab their crotches to keep from pissing themselves. The laughter could have been considered disturbing, however, as it interrupted a make-out session between Jessica Cutts and John Zhat in the corner of the relatively large room. However, when they heard the news, they also laughed along. Jokes began to go around about the broadcast, many of which were of how screwed the Omzians were, how poorly the announcer spoke English, and how stupid he looked in his blue uniform. A couple of soldiers, not wanting their comments to be understood by the Sniper Country platoon, reverted to the Merec Trade language, which was rarely taught to outsiders.

“What the hell did that guy just say?” one of the Sniper Country soldiers asked.

Dan Smith, known as LT and in charge of Outhouse unit, roughly translated. “They said that the speaker had an accent that was almost as bad as the backwater hicks in Sniper Country. You can hit him if you want,” he said, unamused.

“Not a problem. We ain’t werried bouts no werds from y’all fancy city slickers,” another Sniper Country soldier said in the worst Sniper Country drawl he could muster at the moment. There was another huge round of laughter, and a few off color jokes about how many ways you an skin an Omzian POW. Their laughter was interrupted by Lt. Bob Cain and First Sergeant Charlie Bishop of Hobo unit. They confirmed that the Sniper Country Air Forces had lost air superiority over the city. All of the soldiers were quiet as they listened to the experienced lieutenants report.

“They Sniper planes are either shot down or headed back out to sea. Word has it that Barbarosea is going to launch an operation real soon to regain air superiority, but that can’t be confirmed right now,” Lt. Cain began. FSG Bishop began, “The skies seem pretty quiet up there. With any luck we will see a few enemy divisions heading our way soon.” Lt. Cain spoke up again, “We ran into Towelsnapper unit while we were up there and we have orders to keep in and around this area. If we see anything move that doesn’t show proper allied identification, we are ordered to shoot it.”

With that, the group, which amounted to roughly a full platoon by Omni Conglomerates standards (including the Sniper Country troops), left their cozy hole and moved out toward the surface to make their way to a good spot to make hit and run attacks on the enemy.

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Off the coast of Honjaksgrad – Aboard the OCS Seraph

The Omni Conglomerates soldiers had managed to capture a Captain of the Omzian Air Force. He was now secured aboard a carrier in the large Omni Conglomerates/Sniper Country/Barbarosea Fleet buildup, and had arrived by a donated SKIM from Sniper Country. The captain was secured in a small room deep in the bowels of the ship, secret to anybody aside from a select few. He was securely bound to a cold metal table with steel wrist and ankle restraints that left him no room to move. He was just waking up from his deep nap, pushed along by sedatives forced onto him on the SKIM. His official interrogator was Dr. Ruskov Davidov, a skilled pryer of possible information who had been sent to gain any information possible from any officers captured by Conglomerate troops. The doctor was sitting next to the captain as he woke up.

“Greetings, sir. I apologize for having to speak to you under these circumstances, but you must understand that I can take no chances with the first Omzian officer I have to chance to interrogate. Being the first officer, you are special. You will set the standard for all future officers we will interrogate. From you, we will determine just what we can expect from your officers during questioning,” the doctor said calmly. He was interrupted by a short, slurred grumble from the captive captain. He continued, “I will remove the gag which keeps you from speaking as soon as I am ready for you to answer my questions. As I was saying, you will determine how civil we can be with your fellow officers and how civil we can expect you can be. We will begin with simple civil questioning. Your answers, truthfulness, and actions will determine whether these restraints are loosened or not. If you are obstinate and attempt violence, I will have to move to pain as a motivator. If you answer my questions truthfully, and captain, I know when you are speaking the truth, you can look forward to our cozy POW camps back in the city. Now let me explain what I mean by pain, captain. Or, perhaps I should say torture, but that is such a dirty word. We will begin with simple electroshock. From there, we an escalate to cauterizing needles and sodium penathol. If you still resist, which would take a man of extreme fortitude to say the least, I will have no choice but to resort to the extreme end of my questioning. This will only occur if I have run out of options, captain, so please understand. Although I sincerely dislike it, I think it necessary to explain this to you. If I am left with no options, I will result to death by torture via vivisection. You will be strapped likely to this very table and given drugs to slow your systemic response to pain, keeping you from passing out. The pain will be unimaginable, and your motivation will no longer be to be in a nice cozy cell, but for me to end your pain. I would begin with the removal of your extremities without the use of anesthetic, and slowly dissect you until we are forced to hook you up to a heart and lung machine in order to keep you alive. The process would last at least four days and is the most painful method of death known to man. Captain, perhaps I should inform you that no person in history has ever resisted breaking during vivisection. Now, that aside, we can begin with simply your name, rank, and serial number. Just a formality, you understand.”

With that, the doctor removed the gag and began his interrogation of the captain, who lied on the table in only his underpants. He had been strip searched, along with a full body cavity check beforehand.

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The Omni Conglomerate fleet was pressing on. With an awful amount of air support, they were going full steam ahead. Admiral Karakov stood at the bridge, looking outside at the daylight carnage. He had received word that the SCNF Szot had gone down, along with the seeming lunatic Admiral Lindsey. Now very motivated, Karakov ordered at full eight squadrons of F-14D Supertomcats and F-18IE Superhornets, the aircraft loaded with three Harpoons each, to haul over to the enemy Clanner fleet and rain devastation. Since the fleet was not too far away from the enemy, the jets wouldn’t have to fly too far to fire. Just a minute later, he watched as the fighters roared off. He still had an awful number of jets flying protection, and sat down at a table in the middle of the command center on the bridge, showing a map of the area, on a dry-erase screen. Earlier, Karakov had thought of calling up another portion of the Omni Conglomerates fleet from Honjaksgrad to pull in for backup, but he realized it would take too long, and Honjaksgrad probably needed them more than he did. Now, realizing that his rear flank was wide open, he ordered ten P-3 Orions and ten S-3B Vikings to launch from the OCS Reglad and OCS Gates and perform constant reconnaissance over the straight while dropping sonar buoys and Mobile Influence Mines, somewhat similar to the CAPTOR mines by the United States. They would be flying nonstop for quite a while now, deploying mines after mines. The mines used magnetic, acoustic, and pressure sensors, programmed to destroy any and all ships entering the harbor.

The OCS Einherjar, a cruiser carrying five of the TMN (DI) torpedoes, cruised along, hoping not to do anything stupid. However, something was bound to occur. The ship cruised along, pretty much alone, passing a graveyard of recently destroyed ships. Suddenly, the ship hit something, which was soon found to be a sunken Omzian ship. This run, however, was violent to the extent that one o the torpedoes jerked from its securely locked upright position, and fell to the floor of the ship. The motion, along with several other unmentioned elements, forced the torpedo to explode, also igniting the other four torpedoes. The ship erupted in a magnificent burst of flame. The ship, instantly turning to a temperature of 10,000C, was evaporated. The flames of the explosion reached hundreds upon hundreds upon hundreds of feet into the air, along with hundreds of yards in diameter. Had the ship not been alone, this explosion would have devastated any other ship within the proximity. The blast would later become known as “The Blast Felt Around the World,” as soldiers in Honjaksgrad would report that they could feel a tremor during the noon hours of the day, directly corresponding to the OCS Einherjar.

Along with the aircraft, several ships also fired Yakhont missiles to accompany them. All twenty Manticore missile frigates simultaneously launched their volley of fifteen Yakhonts each, all directed towards the Clanner ships, mainly their aircraft carriers. Led by the OCS Battlehammer, the ships fired, and began their reloading. Hell yeah- Salted Earth.

The submarines continued their trek towards the enemy ships, running silent, running deep. They were moving extremely slow, due to the fact that they were going to lay down "cover" fire for the Sniper Country ships. They were ready, and would soon receive their order.

OOC: 2 notes:

1. Typically the F/A-18 only carries 2 Harpoons in an anti-ship mission -- 3 just has too much weight, and generally is not really recommended.
2. The P-3C Orion is actually a land-based ASW aircraft, the size is much like a small cargo aircraft rather than a carrier aircraft.

Just something I thought I should note. Also, any losses from the attack on your 100 aircraft (that fired the Harpoons on me) and the missile attack on your carriers and escorts? Appreciate it.

IC:

The captain knew what he had to expect. With his white pills taken off with his flight suit, he regreted that. Why didn't he just took the pill anyways? He already knew that he was going to face a lot of pain and torture, and even with his level of resistance, it just wasn't enough. Still calm, he obeyed and looked around, while listening to the doctor and giving him a stare. Blank it may seems, the eyes are filled with flames -- the flames of hate. When the doctor is finished however, he started. "Why, you could get my name and rank from my patch on the flight suit anyways. So why bother asking here anyways, hmm?," he asked with a free tune, lack of any hint of fear. But inside, his cheeks turned colder. He already predicted what he would see, the enemy's brutal torture. Is that all the enemy could give him? Torture with drugs and chemicals to no end? Is that what the enemy is only good at - stabbing a sword into him and watch him panic? This is the only time he wanted to die. What's left to celebrate his life anyways, unless the Omzians do something like bomb the ship? He thought about that, as he looked around with a confident look.

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Omzian E-2C Hawkeye

The Hawkeye would be landing onto somewhere soon, and the crews were already both in fatigue and shock -- the speed of the ships sinking on both sides. It seems that just a flash would cost thounsands of lives, billions of dollars, and thousands and thousands of tons of ship scrap. They also thought about the question: what is the good of this anyways? They knew that the enemy's objectives, but they didn't dare to celebrate the death of thousands of lives, the screams of men blown in half by a missile, the tears of the child of a dead sailor. It would be beyond human limit.

Still pressing on, they looked at their radar screen as the aircraft continued to scan the surface and airspace. Various enemy and friendly ships, along with the enemy aircraft, were both on the screen moving as little symbols. It is already pushing the limit of the Hawkeye's radar - well, the radar could still track a few hundreds more. But that means workload.

As the S-3B was launched from the 2 Omni Conglomerate carriers, the aircraft quickly discovered it -- although it is still up to teh crew to actually sort it out manually. Already tired, one still caught up -- with 4. "Radar contact estabilished with 5 contacts. Identified as S-3 aircraft, on unknown course toward north -- Hagras strait."

The crews were suprised. A S-3 Viking ASW Aircraft? They were unsure what the S-3B is going to do, since it can carry bombs, Harpoons, and mines. Wuld it go on a special strike mission? Some special anti-ship mission? Or even mine-laying and ASW coverage? All they focused on was that it's heading north. They decided to contact the ground, just as the same operator who yelled out the discovery typed into his console.

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Stavan-Obanstian Airfield, Town of Jovansk (S of Port Hagras)

Just received the news, the airfield finally had a job to assign to its GAI (Ground-alert intercept) aircraft -- a total of 8 F/A-22C Raptors. Carrying Scorpions and Cockatrice AAMs, the pilot of these aircraft was quickly briefed, while the navigation and engagement data is inserted into the computers on the aircraft. Round the clock, the aircraft quickly took off from the airfield -- leaving a role of 4 F/A-22C behind.

Their job is to intercept the S-3B if it is coming up onto the coast. The data from the E-2C plus an orbiting E-3C Sentry would be providing enough information for the aircraft.

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Hon-

Sergeant Minor Jack Daniel

"Sir, OED is coming soon."
"Roger that. OED Confirmed, Door Clear"

With that, Fredrick Barbarosea Jr. ("Stryker") and his defence force of 11 Jaggs stepped down onto sewer ground. He was a tad bit early, but that was ok, he could see Peestain flashlights. He was ready to get this treaty signed, and then he would come back.

BHAFB-

Private First Class Hack Horman

"Sir, FBJ is ready to commence."

With that, Commander Jack Na'Laith commenced Operation Eager Dawn.

Outside, All over, Carriers, UVC's, and the BHAFB, planes were taking off. Some 144 Z-1c's, 86 Z-4b's, 32 Z-5's, and 48 Z-8b's were in the air, along with the J-2's over the fleet and the 6 Z-7's and the 6 Z-3's were ready for the refuling runs. The 310 aircraft had been equiped with a FFR (Friendly-Fire Reduction) systems, and the pilots were ictching to try them out.

OOC: I need to know what you guys have flying over Hon.
IC:
Central Hon-

Private Drake Yemon was patroling a rooftop when he saw a civilian walk out of the building he was on.
"All units around the 345623 patrol, we have a civilian walking, looks to be in thirties, male, has a trench coat, hold fire."
As he said that, his commaning officer, Staff Sergeant Kirk Williams Shouted from his bunker-ment
"Get down on the ground now!" at the man who was all of 20 yards away. He didn't stop, and then pulled out a AKMS (Folding stock AK-47) and started shooting. Lucky for the bunkered that they were wearing helmates, so the rounds deflected, but one caught Staff Sergeant Williams in the arm.
"Medic to Bunker 1150 STAT!" yelled his commrad.
Private Yemon aimed his M82, and shot. It rang out as it ripped though the man's arm, then exited it and piecered his torso. He fell down in agony, his finger on the trigger, bullets blazing everywhere. The private felt a little remorse, but not alot, he had just saved his commander. He knew he was wounded, but he wasn't dead. He looked back at the man, his blood was spreading on the pavement, his arm was crimson red. His eyes were glazed, like they should be, the private thought.

Some 200,000 troops were landed now, and the WASP ships had just raido'ed in, so now troops would be coming in much faster.

**Part 2**

Hon

Staff Sergeant Williams was going to be ok, they took him the the medical post closest to there bunker. Drake was now assigned to Bleak Skies Patrol group. These 10 were all Privates, save there commander, who was a Sergent Major. They were clearing buildings that hadn't been marked. They were checking a Apartment complex when a man on the third story opened up with a M1. Drake slid behind a desk, This is the bad time of the army... he thought as another private sild in with him. Holding his LIR-1, he popped up and fired. The man was dead, hanging limp over the railing, his blood dripping onto the floor. But now there was 3 guys, one had a M4 probably took it off those Ghosts... he thought, his friend was part of the B-SOF. Drake wanted to join, but he hadn't gone through BSFT, so he couldn't. He popped up again, firing off 2 3-round bursts. He hit the limp body, it slid off the railing, falling 30 feet and hit the ground with a snap. Poor fool, just broke his neck... Drake thought, now with that body out of the way, he switiched to full auto. He popped, but stopped, as the gunfire had ceased. The men were dead, but so was 6 of his team. His commander and a grunt were at another desk, just then, the commander's body went limp. What?! Where's this comming from?!... he was panicking. Just then the soldier next to him leaned on him, but this time he had heard the familiar metalic click. How the fuck did they get an MP-5SD? he was still paniced, but now he was atleast being reasonible. He looked around, there, he saw a man in all black, he had been there the whole time. Little fucker, he killed MY MEN!! Drake unloaded on the man. He was pinned against the wall, then slumped down, blood all over. It looked like a murder sceen, and the victim had been killed with a knife. But Drake felt no remorse, he was pissed now. He then looked around the building. It's clear, these dumb... his thoughts trailed off as he saw a woman, walking. He got up, it was then that he noticed that he had been shot. He leg gave out and he fell onto he shrapnel that was the door. He layed down for a bit, but then pushed himself up, and limped outside.
"Get down now!" he yelled, with exasperision in his voice. He had never been shot before. He now knew why his father had hated The Newer England troops. His father had defended the downed UVC, and died trying, but he was awared the Barbarosean Medal of Valor, and he was one of the 212 men that was in the Rome Hall of War History. As he shouted this, the woman looked his way. She had a Mollie'top cocktail, and her husband had told her to kill anyone she saw. She didn't get down, but she put her hands us, as the cocktail dropped to the ground. Drake was hurting, but he knew his duty. He limped over to her and secured her. He then let her go, but not without cuffs. He started on his way towards the nearest post. Thank god I memorized that map.. he thought. His thoughts were begining to drift towards the pain. His left quad felt like sh*t. He kept moving, but not two steps later, he fell, his head was clouded. But he knew that he must drag on, so he did just that, he dragged his body another 50 yards until a medic saw him. Good, there..ow...almost here. I'm..ow..gonna be......o- he blacked out.

Honjaksgrad, Northern Sector, Rooftop of a Denny's

"Join the army the said. You'll travel the world, and see exotic locations they said. Now I'm stuck in this God-forsaken, hot as a monkey's ass, hell hole, and I don't even think I am getting hazard pay," complained Sgt. Jim Boggs, possibly the most malcontent spotter in the OC sniper force.

"Shut up, dick cheese. Someone will hear you, and we'll have to relocate....again," said Lt Harm Norman, Boggs' sniper, continuing,"Wait, I see something."

He looked through his scope again and saw a small group of people in civilian clothing moving out from an alley way. He though to himself how idiotic these people must be. Most of the civilian populace had figured out by now that it was unwise to travel into the northern section of the city. He figured them even more idiotic when the crossed the street in full view of every one of the 20 snipers monitoring this street. He moved back when he saw that they were moving toward one of the many trapped alleyways that had been set up in the city.

"We don't have to worry about them. They are heading towards alley point 320. They won't feel much," the Lieutenant said in a grim tone.

Roughly two minutes later he heard a few screams and then silence. He imagined the person at the end of the line of civilian dissidents seeing the person in the front get spattered by a column of concrete filled with sharpened rebar. He imagined that person turning and fleeing in horror as he saw more rolling down from their deadly hidden perches, and he then imagined the poor bastard's last thoughts as he realized he couldn't get out of the alley filled with a line of columns of spiked death.

"We had better contact one of the engineering units, and tell them to reset the traps and clean up the mess," said Sgt. Boggs.

"Yep," said the lieutenant.

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OOC: I will have my movements for the Bay of Hagras up at a later time. I am taking longer this time to make sure I don't screw anything up. Ground warfare is so much more fun.

Honjaksgrad, Northern Sector, Rooftop of a Denny's

"Join the army the said. You'll travel the world, and see exotic locations they said. Now I'm stuck in this God-forsaken, hot as a monkey's ass, hell hole, and I don't even think I am getting hazard pay," complained Sgt. Jim Boggs, possibly the most malcontent spotter in the OC sniper force.

"Shut up, dick cheese. Someone will hear you, and we'll have to relocate....again," said Lt Harm Norman, Boggs' sniper, continuing,"Wait, I see something."

He looked through his scope again and saw a small group of people in civilian clothing moving out from an alley way. He though to himself how idiotic these people must be. Most of the civilian populace had figured out by now that it was unwise to travel into the northern section of the city. He figured them even more idiotic when the crossed the street in full view of every one of the 20 snipers monitoring this street. He moved back when he saw that they were moving toward one of the many trapped alleyways that had been set up in the city.

"We don't have to worry about them. They are heading towards alley point 320. They won't feel much," the Lieutenant said in a grim tone.

Roughly two minutes later he heard a few screams and then silence. He imagined the person at the end of the line of civilian dissidents seeing the person in the front get spattered by a column of concrete filled with sharpened rebar. He imagined that person turning and fleeing in horror as he saw more rolling down from their deadly hidden perches, and he then imagined the poor bastard's last thoughts as he realized he couldn't get out of the alley filled with a line of columns of spiked death.

"We had better contact one of the engineering units, and tell them to reset the traps and clean up the mess," said Sgt. Boggs.

"Yep," said the lieutenant.

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OOC: I will have my movements for the Bay of Hagras up at a later time. I am taking longer this time to make sure I don't screw anything up. Ground warfare is so much more fun.

**Part 3**

Drake woke up in a shelled out Wal*Mart. He looked at his leg, it was bandged and in a splint. Damn, what'd I do?... he tried getting up, and was succesful. He started walking around, his leg felt pretty good. The last thing I remember, I was blasting the crap out of a guy, dang, someone must have got me... As he was walking, a man in a Urban BDU set saw him, and walked up to him, "Private Yemon, sir, Commander Brigdin wants to see you..." He froze. Commander Brigdin was the leader of the 1st army unit (1,000,000 guys). Why would he want to see him? I'm either fucked or gonna be praised... He asked where the Commander was. "Right over there." The Commander was inside a medical shelter? Damn, he was gonna be very fucked, or very lucky. He walked over to the Commander, his leg felt pretty good actulay. "Private Yemon, so very nice to meet you. I am not here to talk with you, I am here to award you for your actions. Your team was killed, but you found the sorce and eliminated it. You will now be given the Medal of Honor, the Barbarosean Congresional Medal of Serivce, and the Nagona Brotherhood Medal. As he kneeled down to recive those medals, he thought about the doors that had just been flung open for him. He could enter the B-SOF now, without the BSFT. He could do alot of things..."Now, you have been promoted to Sergeant Major, and you now have the option of going into the 29st Ghost Batallion, or another assignment with a clearence group, this time as the leader." Drake thought about this awile, but the 29th was were his friend, Alec, was. "Sir, I thank you for these medals, and I would like to be assigined to the 29th, sir." "Very well, move to 1039 bunker pronto!" With that, he moved out.
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OOC: Also, I'm fixing up SAM's in the subway, I'll make a post about it if you want, but I don't really want to right now.

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Battleship Koryu, Task Force Shoryu
Captain Niyobuchi smiled to himself. Commanding a Toryu in the class's first major surface engagement, now this was truly an honor. And now, with the Omni Conglomerates fleet only 220 kilometers away, it was time to show just just what this behemoth can do. When the word came down from his counterpart on Shoryu, he gave the order, and the two ships turned to face all three turrets in the direction of the OC ships. Then, as one, 18 of the deadly 16"/58 cal Mk.2 rifles fired, each sabot projectile guiding itself to the area of the enemy fleet, where it would disperse 250 M77 DPICM bomblets. The ships would be firing at a slightly reduced rate to make it easier on the gun crews, so only 180 rounds would be going out during the 10 minute bombardment, but that would be more than enough to blanket the OC fleet.
At the same time, the other six ships in the task force began launching their missiles. A total 32 Naginatas and 112 RGM-84F Harpoons were now on their way. At their speed, they would be striking about 5 minutes after the last of the shells.
In addition to the shelling, the Shoryu and accompanying E-68 picked up the the OC fighters on their return trip, and guided NADSAMs from the arsenal ships to intercept them. Though they didn't engage the missiles, dozens of NADSAMs were streaking toward the fleeing fighters.


Outer Escort Ring 1, Battlegroup Atlas
With less than 6 minutes to engage them, the Smoke Jaguar escorts were focusing almost all of their attention on the 300 Yakhonts fired by the OC ships. They were rewarded with 258 kills between the ESSM and NADSAM missiles. Of the remaining 42, 9 were downed by RAM missiles, and another 2 by CIWS guns. Finally, AMFELs accounted for another 3. The remaining 28 Yakhonts struck 9 ships. Of the 8 Sparrowhawk destroyers in the outer ring, 2 (Thilla Showers and Robin Stiles) went under, taking 9 missiles between the two of them. Another three (Benjamin Howell, Jack Bowen, and Mikhail Ward) were crippled, suffering 2, 2, and 3 hits respectively. A sixth destroyer, Gregory Hallis, was struck by a single missile, but was still mostly operational. The Sniper destroyer Impaler also went under, though it took 6 missiles to do the job. The 4 Frigates were also hit hard, with the Swift Strike and Lithe Kill both going under, and the Relentless Pursuit taking a crippling blow. The outer escort ring had, in a matter of seconds, been reduced from 15 active ships to a mere 6.

The second round of missiles, this time Harpoons, inflicted additional losses, with the crippled Relentless Pursuit, Jack Bowen, and Mikhail Ward all going down, along with the previously undamaged destroyer Melody Showers. The destroyers Sharpshooter and Gregory Hallis were also crippled here. Most of the Harpoons, however, were heading for the inner escorts. There were now only 3 active ships left here.

The surviving ships, along with a few that went down in the second wave, got off 29 Harpoons and 8 Naginatas, adding to the missiles fired from the bombardment group.


Inner Escort Ring 1, Battlegroup Atlas
The task of engaging the enemy Harpoons was quite difficult, especially as it fell to the inner ring. Further out, many missiles were blocked by burning hulks, as well as crippled and active ships from the outer ring. At the ring itself, no one could fire for fear of striking down helicopters that were searching for, and occasionally picking up, survivors from the ships that went down. Because of all of this, 48 Harpoons managed to reach the inner ring, though 29 of them were knocked out point defenses. The cruiser Yonatan Hilliard, along with the destroyer Sydney Nevversan and the frigate Perdition’s Flame all went under, taking a total of 10 missiles between them. The remaining 8 crippled the cruiser Vladimir Petrovsky the frigate Sabertooth, and the destroyer Lucky Shot, and damaged the cruiser Steven Heston. This left nearly half the ships in this group sunk or crippled.



Battlegroup Atlas
With over one third of the escorts in his force sunk or crippled, Rear Admiral Shire was faced with a serious situation. This was made even more so by the fact that the damage was limited to the eastern escorts, leaving a huge hole in his defenses. Rather than trying to maneuver ships from the west to fill up the gap, he ordered the transports to make a run for the port at full speed. His force would consolidate to form a blocking force to ensure they reached the port safely.
Admiral Shire watched as his plan, or better considered an act of desperation, was put into motion. The transports sped away, escorted by 2 Carracks (one being the damaged Steven Heston), 6 Tarantula LCS ships, and 2 Frigates. Following behind were the damaged ships, which would head to the port for repairs, and also serve as a buffer against attacks on the transports. The carriers were also putting all of their aircraft aloft for the combined tasks of patrolling around all three groups and striking at the enemy fleets.


Total Losses
2 Carrack Cruiser (1 sunk, 1 crippled)
8 Sparrowhawk Destroyer (5 sunk, 3 crippled)
3 Sniper Destroyer (2 sunk, 1 crippled)
1 Hunter Frigate (sunk)
4 Prowler Frigate (2 sunk, 2 crippled)
Also 1 Carrack Cruiser Damaged, but operational
Total: 11 sunk, 7 crippled, 1 damaged (out of 56 total, including carriers)


Smoke Jaguar Command Center
Sapphire looked down at her watch again. It wouldn't be long now. The first of the reconnaissance teams would be infiltrating in soon, and then things could get underway. Though most would be waiting for dark, there were several teams that could start moving in during the daylight, and a few that would need to be put in before then. All they were waiting for was confirmation from LAST Teams Papa and X-Ray that the infiltration sites were secure.
She looked back over the map, noting the division of the city between the occupying forces. The Barbarosean and Sniper Country forces shouldn't be too much trouble, but the Omni Conglomerate forces were another matter. If their previous performance was any indication, that would be a very tough nut to crack, and they'd be almost guaranteed to lose a few teams in scouting them, but they were going to need information on enemy dispositions and strength, or this whole operation could collapse.



OOC:
With over half of the western escorts sunk, there are now several gaps in submarine and air defense. The air is covered by extra aircraft, but a few enterprising submarine captains could sneak through to the carriers before those gaps are closed. Of course, they might not get back out . . .

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The teenager just froze. Sure, he hated the Sniper Country soldiers, but Kendell just saved his life. An enemy soldier just saved his life, that thought came across his mind. Why would Kendell do that anyways? He didn't know. "Wh.. Why should I kill someone who saved his life?", he asked with a bit of an unbelieving tune. He may have the gut to kill that Omni Conglomerate soldier, just as he gave the soldier a cold stare, but not Kendell.

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The officer stared at the drivers license, somehow harshly. The drivers license seemed authentic, but he is still not sure, since the protection schemes looked a bit weird as the light shined on the drivers license. Suddenly handing back the driver's license, he looked at Ty. "I'll look at the driver's license later. Anyways, do you have a document with information on the purcahse of your truck? Any documentation on getting your license plate? you should have them handy, you know."

Slightly moving his fingers toward a piece of pencil, he waited.

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OOC: Actually, I should note that a drive to Port Hagras is going to actually cost a few days, since your team are pratically driving halfway through the country.

IC: Thee sunshine this day was a big suprise for the soldiers at Port Hargas, who has seen thunderstorm ever since the invasion. The soldiers were spread across the city: power stations, radio stations, apartments, military sites, checkpoints, and even subway stations, manning their assualt rifles, machine guns, sniper rifles, and even some RPGs. Some of them, still seeing no combat, lost their patience while most were still "up and running."

"I'm telling ya, man, this is going to get nowhere," a relatively young Private First Class from the Army, guarding a zone near a "Wall-Mart" and a few shops at downtown, said to his fellow comrade a bit annoyed by the hot temperature of the sun rays. "What are we waitin here for anyways? Those dang air force people would already blow 'em up, you know what I mean."

The soldier beside him, another Private, shook his head. He had already been through this. "Dang it. Look, sure we got no enemy to fight, but do you want to just leave your guardpost and not protecting your motherland? What kind of soldier are you? Then why even join the army, heh?", he said with an annoyed tune at the young soldier, raising his volume.

"Hey, calm down man," the PFC replied without any hint of worry. "It isn't like we are actually going to engage the enemy or anythin'. Why do they still let us guard this same place? Look, man, I'm just pointing out that it's no fun guarding here when you don't have no enemy to fight."

The Private frowned even more, clutching his O18 Assualt Rifle. "What do ya...", he was quickly cut off by anoher Private, older.

"Look, this discussion's going nowhere. Sure, the enemy still hasn't really came yet, but they are going to come soon. Why don't we just get the stick out of our crack and live with it? Huh?"

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The formation of the bombers and the Super Hornets continued to fly north, at a high subsonic speed. The pilots of the Super Hornets weren't so specialized at air-to-air warfare (unlike the F-14F Tomcat pilots), but they were still highly skilled. They already received the news that the Super Hornets were tracking the BUFFs, but it is theirjob of escorting them, not go ahead and engage the enemy, and making the Stratofortress vulnverable. They also know that if somehow these Super Hornets were armed with Phoenix -- which wouldn't be a regular thing to do -- they couldn't target a small fighter like the Super Hornets anwyays. Just the Stratofortresses.

The lead aircraft commander of the Stratofortress flight, a veteran YAK-141 pilot who bombed the Sniper Country SOFs in the Royal Palm Civil War. Already knowing that the Super Hornets were locking onto them, they nonetheless went on. Activating their ALQ-172(V)2 countermeasures suite [OOC: info can be found at globalsecurity under Military-->Systems-->Aircraft-->Aircraft Equipments], the commander quickly thought of something. He still emember that the F-14F Tomcat IIs. If the F-14Fs still are alive and carrying missiles, they would still eb functional to stop the Super Hornets. Instructing the copilot to radio the F-14F flight, he looked ahead.

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The F-14Fs -- 14 in total -- even losing their carriers were still alive and well. The pilots, while shocked to find their own carrier sinking, was more determined to destroy enemy aircraft. All still armed with 2 AERAAMs each, they quickly speeded away from their CAP duty at a high Mach 1.4 dash. They still has some fuel onboard along with the fuel tanks, just as they received the radio call. They are even more determined.

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The ONCS Marx battlegroup, again speeded along. It would be only a hour or two.

Bay of Hagras, The Middle of the Omni Conglomerates Battlegroup

"I need up to date info, now! Where are those reports of current enemy positions? I need information people! They could be launching all hell at us and we would never know a think until --." said Captian Ulbrek Njalfsteid of the OCS Valka, the point cruiser for the battlegroup, before he was cut off by a bomblet, one of many, that hit his bridge and other parts of his ship. The ship was rocked severely. It would have stayed afloat, had it not been carrying one of the specially fitted TNM torpedoes. It evaporated in a flash of light, taking a destroyer and a patrol boat with it, the Frej and Voland respectively. There was roughly half of the destroyer left when it sank into the water, looking as if it had just been cleanly sliced in two without there being a second piece left in the solid state. There were similar catastrophies all along the first and second battlegroup vanguards, minus the massive explosions. The bombardment lasted for roughly ten minutes. Some of the deadly DPICM bomblets were released before they got in killing range, falling short of the battlegroup. Most, however, came into range and detonated with the majority of the rounds being absorbed by the first and second vanguards of the battlegroup. After the storm of bomblets, the ships were hit not five minutes later by a wave of missiles. MDS, CIWS, and other countermeasures were already into effect when they came in, but they were for the most part not needed. The burning hulks of the front two rows of ships absorbed most of the hits with only a few ships getting hit by the missiles.

Total losses:

(10) Recon boats
(12) Destroyers
(9) Frigates
(2) Cruisers

Total remaining:

(1) Recon boat
(8) Destroyers
(27) Frigates
(4) Cruisers
(4) Carriers
(2) Battlecruisers
(4,250) Zodiacs filled with mixed groups of angry sailors

OOC: Movements of my fleet will come tomorrow.

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Honjaksgrad, Sewer Monitoring Station

"Pass 2, Clear. Pass 3, Clear."
"Pass 7, Clear. Pass 8, Clear."
"Pass 12, Clear. Pass 13, What the hell?" said one of the soldiers.

"What the did you see?" said one of the lieutenants overseeing the security station.

"Several objects just moved past one of the checkpoints without showing any form of identification. I doubt it was a glitch sir," said the soldier at the monitor.

"Towelsnapper is in the area. Tell them to head down to jucture 17. The objects or people will have to pass through there no matter which passage they take. If the object go backwards, detonate juncture 7. They will have to go forward," said the lieutenant.

"Yes, sir," said the soldier.

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At the shore, aircraft, patrol boats, and even troops are all patrolling for any possible enemy attack. Storms and storms of Omzian F/A-22Cs from various squadrons across the Hagras Military Zone roared over Port Hagras and the water nearby, total number is added towards over 24 aircraft. Omzian F/A-160s also stayed on the ground, just as the news of enemy fleets went by to the office of the Hagras Military Zone, and army troops releasing black smoke over the city -- to disrupt enemy aircraft operations. The sun has almost blackened out although some rays still got through, the city looked like "the end of the world" -- only it isn't. The 55-story Hagras Financial Tower with the Guranvas Sinavouk Omzae Tower no longer reflect the complete image of the sun and the shadows of the city -- but reflect the portions black smoke being released and the sun rays that escaped through. Just as the F/A-22Cs went by, they could see almost nothing below the black smoke -- it almost looked like the enemy has sent 1 million firebombs all over the city. The civilians stayed in their homes following announcements, may as well begin to use the food rations assigned to them. Although radars can't really function inside the city under the black smoke anymore, SAMs nearby got ready, while rooftop-mounted triple-A batteries pointed at the sky, and the 2 low-cost GPS jammers inside the city (all near the military headquarters) are already functioning, sending a massive wave of GPS signals acorss the city (the Omzians use a different system) to disrupt GPS-guided munitions. Although these stand no chance gainst anti-GPS receivers, they do work.

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The ONCS Marx battlegroup finally came into range, after a hour-and-a-half-long trip from the Nongan Naval Yard near Port Hagras.
. They are the last of the major ships in the Port Hagras military zone (aside from some noncombat support ships and minesweepers), the Admirals never saw why the should put a lot of ships in that isolated Bay anyways. While the "core" of the battlegroup -- ONCS Marx -- along with a few escorts stayed behind in the air defence and ASW defence cover, the 3 Chimera class submarines and 2 Levianthan class submarines speeded far ahead, even ahead of the E-2C Hawkeyes. Armed with Tomahawk anti-ship missiles, Harpoon-F, Shinma-C, and Mk.48 ADACP torpedoes, they do have a significant firepower. However, they slowed down just a bit out from the in-range zone, to a quiet 8 knots but still about 60km away from the main battlegroup

The Chimeras with the 70 long-ranged TASM and 4 Harpoon-Fs were the first to react. Even though they were designed for land attack, the Stymphalians weren't simply in that zone to begin with. Going in their 400km range away from the enemy ships, the submarines quickly fired some of them -- soon, all 45 TASMs that needs to be fired left the VLS tubes, heading towards evemy carriers and cruisers. The submarine commanders nonetheless instructed to have the ship turn back at a slow pace -- their mission is done.

The more smaller and quiet Levianthans, carrying 32 Shinma-Cs each in their VLS cells and torpedo tubes, was even more ahead of the Chimeras. They still didn't know the enemies now took heavy losses, but continued on. Reaching their 370km fire range, they quickly fired the missiles. Slowly, a total of 38 Shinma-Cs (19 each) left the VLS cells and torpedo tubes and streaked towards eevmy destroyers and frigates, just as the torpedo room crews quickly got in the launch canister of the Shinmas from the torpedo tubes, and replaced them with Mk.48 ADACPs.

OOC: If SC/OC has objections to this, I'm gladly to talk about it.
Also just a note, these are still a bit far from mines, and they are still hundreds of kms away from your ships.

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The Marx Class dreadnaught, carrying a total of 6 F-14Fs and 10 A-6Gs, quickly got the aircraft armed. The crews onboard scrambled, wearing different colored suits to indicate what type of crews they are. Directing the different aircaft, 4 F-14Fs were already launched into the air by the catapults, following with 8 A-6Gs. The Intruders were on a special mission.

The crews onboard quickly checked the weapons for a last time -- 2 Harpoon-Fs, 2 AMRAAMs, 2 Sidewinder-Ms, and 2 fuel tanks. The 2 crews on the first A-6G quickly "saluted" showing they are ready, and then parked. After they were looked on the catapult and the steam was measured, the aircraft's engines quickly roared to full speed, before they were thrown into the air by the massive force. The other aircraft followed, and soon, 8 A-6Gs were all in the air.

Flying an "arrow" formation, they were going to do a small strike on the enemy ships.

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the AIM-52 may be a smaller threat to the Super Hornets, but definately a big threat to the BUFFs. As the AIM-52s were fired, the F/A-18IE Super Hornets quickly detected the active radar seekers of the AIM-52 on their RWR, ejecting chaff and flare automatically. The B-52Hs however, also jerked left and right, punching hundreds of chaff and flares altogether and activating their jammers once again, before doing various climbs and dives and trying to beam the missiles (put missiles onto 3/9 o'clock position, punching chaff/flares). As the AIM-52s speeded, the lead pilot of the F/A-18IEs even managed to lock on onto one of the enemy AIM-52s with his radar (large RCS), before suddenly losing his lock. The crews of both types of aircraft suddenly froze, before the AIM-52s hurled down. The lead B-52H suddenly did a steep dive, almost stalling.

Then suddenly, the AIM-52s hurled beside the F/A-18IEs. Something worse is happening. The missiles quickly detonated on the second, third, fourth, and sixth B-52Hs, the planes quickly went into fireballs as the crews ejected from these old plane, although the ejection seat somehow failed on 2 of these planes, their crews plunging into the ocean together with their exploding and burning aircraft. The first and fifth B-52H left, before the scrap from the explosion of the rest of the B-52Hs quickly hited the fifth one and damaging the control surface, as the fifth B-52H went down into a spiral. After 4 Super Hornets broke away to escort the only B-52H alive, the rest of the 8 fired their afterburners to Mach 1.3, and armed their Cockatrices.

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The 3 nuclear-powered Leviathan SSNs, and the slightly more quiete 5 hydrogen-cell powered Interdictor II, knew what to do: ASW defence. Even with the additional submarines coming, plus the P-3C and S-3B aircraft patrolling, it still isn't good enough to stop quiet nuclear submarines. If submarines slipped through, they could do anything: special forces insertation, intelligence gathering, and maybe things even the commanders can't think of. With the Ikara ASW frigates and Sniper destroyers gone, it is a "big minus" for them. Activating passive sonar, they just "sat" there, all torpedo tubes fully armed with Mk.48 ADACP torpedoes, while travelling towards the south at a speed of 4 knots. They were just at the north of the enemy and Smoke Jaguar forces.

On the lead Leviathan submarine, ONCS Singer Island, the control room was busy although no one even dared to speak loud or stepping on the surface loud, for that will make noise -- although probably still less than background noise. Some sat on the chairs of the control station insie the control center, while some looked at the navigational consoles and calculated which latitude and longitude they were at. The periscope stations were empty for that the periscopes were not put up, but a few enlisted men and women gathered around the plotting table, planning movements. Other men gathered aroung the combat system control consoles, making movements and decisions using the touch-screen.

Towards the sonar room however, things gets more squished and people move more carefully. Another row of the consoles are located, with the sonar techanican controlling the groups of arrays and sensors. The sonar techanican looked on the display of his, a "cloud" of different sonar contacts. But he suddenly saw a contact that at least stand out from the background noise, a small line. Seeing the bearing, he quickly got it in his head, Sierra One... But at a flash, it was lost. Nonetheless, he reported it to his supervisor. "Got a contact, Sierra 1. Contact lost."

"Contact lost?", the supervisor asked, worried. A concerned look appeared on his face

"Lost. Alert the control room."

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The teenager looked plainly, frowning a bit. He did think about whether to shoot Kendell or not, but he didn't know. Sure, Kendell came to invade the teenager's country, but Kendell saved him. He don't know why.

he just froze at the sight. Why does Kendell want me to shoot him?, he thought. Kendell sounded as if he wanted to be shot, but he didn't know why. The sunshine shined on his back, eh si already beginning to sweat. But he didn't feel it. His body turned cold.

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The officer gave Ty a plain look, the lamp still hanging above the desk. "That's alright, uh, we'll get the documents later," he said. But then he continued, "But I am going to ask you a few more questions, if you don't mind.

Getting to the questions, why did you come to Hogan Point? What is your puprose?", he gave a careful look on the documentations beside him then glancing back at Ty.

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Just outside Honjaksgrad, Omzian airfields along with 90,000 troops surrounded the place. The Army is deciding to send some more soon to the "standoff" point, but the troops aready set up foxholes and positions in that hundred kilometer outside Honjaksgrad, along with air defence and even electric warfare posts. Routes were even more secured between Vansara and the Honjaksgrad area, plus the routes between Port Hagras and Honjaksgrad. Unless one's hiking all the way across the rough terrain, it isn't easy.

Vansara however, is just heavily defended as Port Hagras and Hogan Point -- being the center of Danman Range Military Zone. Certainly, it is possible to penetrate the defences, it is always possible -- but definately not easy as walking around invisible and invincible.

OOC: Also, I'd like to know what routes the jeeps are using to travel -- some dirt road? Plains? Thanks.

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Southern Honjaksgrad
The woman known as Sister Jennifer walked along quietly, followed by half a dozen other nuns. Over the last few days, they had spent a great deal of time aiding those who were wounded in the fighting, on both sides of course. This time, they were heading to the site of yet another minor skirmish between partisans and Sniper Country forces, where they would be once again tending to the wounded. As they walked along, Sister Jennifer wondered how long it would be before they were stopped by a patrol this time.

Open ocean, 90 km from Honjaksgrad Harbor
With the call by teams already in place, four ASDS submersibles exited from a pair of submarines, beginning their 6 hour trek to the harbor. Inside were another two LAST teams, and a follow-up insertion that night would bring three Sculpin (Naval Commando) teams. Though they would have normally chosen a more remote area, the harbor presently made an exceptionally good insertion point, with murky water, and large obstructions from sunken ships and dock equipment making it impossible to effectively patrol. They were sure the enemy would try, but with the measures already in place, it would not be likely for these insertions to go bad.

Outskirts of Honjaksgrad, All Directions
Also with the call from the two teams in the city, the first wave of reconnaissance troops were released, and started to filter in from all directions, usually in ones and twos, but occasionally in packs of up to 10. However, no one would think twice about these infiltrators, for even under close scrutiny, few of them would appear any different from the multitudes of others like them already roaming around. In fact, many would likely be welcomed by, and even playing with, enemy troops. The few that carried any electronic equipment, usually simple wires in their collars, would be avoiding direct contact, while others would seek out enemy positions, often coming out as quite friendly. The main special forces would be coming eventually, but for now, the dogs would lead the way.

OOC: The use of dogs in this manner is a very little known fact, and might as well be a closely guarded secret, so no one outside of the units that train and operate them will know much about this. Most of these are also completely indistinguishable from other strays and wild dogs.

Honjaksgrad, South Central – Rogue Unit Hunting Grounds

Rogue Unit, often made fun of for being the only elite unit with a serious name, stalked across the relatively untouched scenery of the deep south-central section of Honjaksgrad. They hated the greenery. Rogue Unit was an odd unit configuration, as far as the unit standards for the elites went. They were made up, mostly, of snipers. Their three snipers and two spotters were inside a parking garage that was obscured on the northern and eastern sides by trees. They weren’t required to be there, but they didn’t feel like moving along to their next checkpoint yet. They had noticed two squads of Barbarosea soldiers just down the street and there were two snipers from Sniper Country perched on buildings in their immediate area as well, probably just on watch for some random civilians. They didn’t feel the need to make their presence known, but they were fairly sure that at least one of the Sniper Country soldiers had spotted them when they entered. On the south side of the building, there was a narrow alleyway between the garage and a 51 theater movieplex. One of the spotters from the unit, Master Sergeant Les Edwards, noticed something going on in the alleyway. His view came from a small waterdrain hole in the side of the building. He saw a small group of men in civilian clothing moving under the corrigated tin closing the alleyway off from one street and proceed in military file towards a hole in the wall of the movieplex that was previously covered up by a large poster from the fourth X-Men film, delayed by the collapse of Marvel Comics. They covered themselves like a team well drilled in urban tactics. Their assault rifles and other high-end gear simply confirmed that they were soldiers and not civilians. The last two were outside covering the entrance as a third made his way in and then they too were inside. The spotter then motioned for his lieutenant, one of the best snipers in the Omni Conglomerates, to move over to his position. After a bit of whispered explanation, they were again interrupted. The intruders had begun to move out again.

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Honjaksgrad, North Sector – Hunting for Food

Guttertrash Unit was hungry. Most of the members of that unit came from the gutter of the City, and they were used to living off of what the streets had to offer. After two days of nonstop searching through rubble and other unseemly places, they were ready for a break, and a meal.

“How about squirrel?” said one soldier.
“Nah, squirrel’s too stringy, like goldfish. I like cat myself,” said another.
“All of you are idiots! We are not eating either of those. There is a perfectly good dog right over there,” said the lieutenant.

The unit’s designated sniper took aim with his rifle and shot one of the dogs from a small pack across the way. He wanted to take down another, but the dogs quickly dispersed. Walking over to their new meal, the lieutenant kneeled down and said, “Now look here, this one has a weird collar.”

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Hagras Bay, Battlefield

Admiral Karakov had put in the transmission just a few minutes ago. He had given SYNOP every word, everything. He had a television on a random Hagras television channel, watching and waiting. Suddenly, the screen went black. The hackers over at SYNOP, probably his own, had done what they were trained to do. Soon, a man dressed in total black, even the hood, helmet, goggles and all, appeared on the television. It was probably some random Omni Conglomerates soldier. The man began to speak.

People of the city of Port Hagras. I am speaking to you for the Omni Conglomerates and Sniper Country fleets, which are currently in your bay. I warn you- get out of the city. The sands and fires of death and destruction will soon begin raining down on you. If you value life, you will leave your city immediately. Thank you, and have a nice day.

The Omni Conglomerates. We aren’t so evil that our Board members eat the tender, delectable flesh of a young human baby before each meeting, but we’re close!

As soon as the announcement was over, a lieutenant ran in and told Karakov that missiles and torpedoes were detected coming towards the fleet. Karakov ran to the bridge, where he immediately ordered the battlecruisers and carriers to initiate their SSTD II. Due to enemy attacks, the aircraft above the fleet had taken forty-five losses. The carriers and battlecruisers immediately shot out of the ends a large metal device, which shot out about fifty to a hundred yards away from the ships. These LEAD devices turned on, sending an huge acoustic signal through the water. On the sonar, several of the torpedoes began to reroute, towards the acoustic device. However, the crewmen waited for the other torpedoes to approach to within 150kms. When they did, the crewmen released many “micro” torpedoes, used by the SSTD II system much like the AEGIS system, to engage the enemy torpedoes. There were also reports of incoming missiles, designated TASM. The ships in the fleet lashed out with the MDS, CIWS and other countermeasures. Some of the enemy missiles still hit, although losses were moderately contained. The torpedoes on the other hand were closing in. A lot had been taken out by the micros, but still more were persisting. Several recon boats had moved themselves into position to take the brunt of the hits, and crews were already getting ready to load onto Zodiacs anyway.

Total losses:

(10) Recon boats
(6) Frigates
(1) Cruiser
(1) Carrier (Just hit, still capable of basic functions, but operating much less of a capability)

After the attack by the enemy submarines, Karakov got on the horn to all Omni Conglomerates ships.

All ships: begin the salting!

With this, the destroyers, frigates, and any other ship currently armed, began to fire Tomahawk cruise missiles into the city. Missile after missile, each filled with HE or Napalm, aside from a select two, which were “accidentally” filled with VX gas. The missiles were not focused on a particular position, but just any place in the city. The attack would be going on for a while, as the fleet continued at full speed. Five of the Seawolf IV submarines were staying back with the fleet, in order to target any enemy submarines that came close, or to attack the enemy fleet if they got in range. The other five Seawolfs and ten Tridents moved forwards.

Omzian State Security Ministry Control Headquarters
Eastern Port Hagras

The men there were monitoring the TV channels around Port Hagras day and night, to prepare for any possible enemy propaganda. Just as the "hackers" at SYNOP somehow hijacked the TV channel Meditation World, a channel for seniors which is airing the show Today in Daga for Seniors from a month earlier(the origional is banned), one man quickly heard something. It would make no sense for the enemies to hijack such a channel. But they did. People of the city of Port Hagras. I am speaking to-

The man suddenly looked on the TV screens. A man in total black. Laying his fingers slightly above the touch-screen control, he quickly listened. -the Omni Conglomerates. It is the enemy. He quickly entered commands into the console to temporatorily put the channel offline. No luck. -Sniper Country fleets.

"Damnit!", he almost smashed the screen, trying the commands again. Trying to take every TV broadcasts offline, he again failed. -are currently-. Looking onto the screen, he once again entered teh command to put the particular channel offline. I warn-, he suddenly saw the message on his console: Channel Taken Offline.

For the few seniors who were watching the channel however, they haven't reacted much, before they saw a black screen, with nothing.

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N. of Bay of Hagras

A few patrol cutters, including guns-armed Hamiltons, Famous', and Marine Protectors, swept across the coast to provide a last defence agains evemy swimmers, boats, and small vessels. The crews on them navigated and looked for any possible enemy craft. It is a boring job, but it is also very important, even with the more militarized and much bigger vessels.

A group of a Marine Protectors and a Hamilton patrollted the waters, just as tens of other cutters did the same. Armed with machine guns, they would be at least effective against enemy rubber boats and other tiny craft, maybe with the assistance of AH-93C Firebird attack helicopters and RAH-66A Comanche recon helos that are hovering an slowly progressing above them, plus a small group of A-114 Gunslinger tank-killers roaring above them. On the surface however, things are still quiet. If the navy vessels can't protect 'em, the Army, Air Force, adn Coast Guard can. The shores were "sealed" as tight as possible.

One AH-93C, armed with 2 Hydra rockets lanchers and 18 AGM-221 Hellstreak missiles plus 8 Air-to-Air-Stingers, slowly moved above the ocean water, at a low-medium altitude. The pilot have flew this helo there for a few hours already, searching for any suspected enemy craft. Having excellent eyes as usual, the pilot and the gunner searched the ocean visually, until thy caught something. The pilots just stared at what it seems to be a group of rubber watercraft, being very closer to the coast. "Look... I see something!", he exclaimed just as he slowly moved his helicopter to the direction of the Zodiacs. "Where?", the gunner asked, confused, until he saw the same thing. "Rows of watercraft... I don't recall that we have those landing on our own shore," he said with a suspecious tune.

The gunner has already armed his machine guns and rockets, just as the pilots quickly charged towards the watercraft quietly but still showing sound from the co-axial rotor, the gunner already put the Zodiacs on his helmet mounted sight's targeting mark.

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OOC: Well, I could have them track your subs, but at least not engage. I would say engaging now would be a bit out of bounds.

IC:

The sonar techanican, the supervisor, and even the navigational crews aboard the Leviathan submarine worried about the sudden sonar contact. It was very slight, and may be just some background voice, but they doubted it. They also didn't trust the computer target classification system, although they already missed their chance right now to classify the contacts by hand. But nonetheless, teh group of submarines slowly turned, trailing to the location of the sonar contact. The crews once again monitored their sensors carefully, studying every bit of contact.

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The officer looked at Ty plainly. "I see, it looks that you are from the east? Where did you came from? What is your former residence?".

He paused for within a second, then commented with a less serious tune. "Ya' know, if you're coming from Vansara, it is quite well defended. No worries. But it is at least a good decision for your own personal safety."

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The teenager stared at Kendell, then the silverish-gray pack. He can't say a word. He wanted to, but somehow he can't. Staring at Kendell for another few seconds, he looked at the package. Meal Ready-to-Eat, Chicken Breast. Somehow it is a package of food, atl east that's what he thought. But his mind didn't really concentrate on that, but Kendell. Once again, he stared at Kendell, without a word.

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As the word of the enemy naval assets getting closer and closer, the remaining guns and the mobile coastal missile batteries (most are on camoflauge) quickly got ready. The guns armed with DPICM submunition, penetrator, and HE rounds, while the coastal batteries rolled out or moved somewhere else, armed with Shinma-Bs and Firebolts. A battery of Naginata cruise missile launcher also got ready, the operators were already "planting" the intended course into the Naginata cruise missiles.
The radars elsewhere searched the air and the coasts, both for air traffic monitoring and to serve as a secondary function of providing early-warning for the Omzian foces. The aircraft at the airfields however, also got ready. Helos, fighters, attack jets, it's a variety.

Suddenly, the sky of the coast were stormed by Unmanned Aerial Vehicles. Almost like an infinite amount of them. The UAVs, which has taken off from various bases, ranged to the radar-hunting Firecrackers and Bottle Rockets, to vintage Firebee UAV variants (BQM-34T target, AQM-34P high-alt recon, AQM-34L low-alt photo recon, BGM-34C attack) and Super Streaker target drones. Some converted drones of the ancient MiG-21-2000 fighters also too koff, which are seemed to be carrying 2 250kg bombs each. Some RQ-1 UAVs took off, along with RQ-2 Pioneer UAVs.

Most of them served no real puprose, except to assist the Firebolts and Shinmas that will be fired from coastal batteries. The Firecrackers however, were intended to provide a "tactical jamming" against enemy radars, the Bottle Rockets intended to kill enemy radar sources, the Predators for recon, and the Pioneer somehow where tasked to provide support for the coastal gun batteries.

Together, they all began to slowly move to the positions of the enemy fleets, most serving as targets -- self explainatory for some of the drones. After all, as the Omzian commanders thought, the enemy doesn't have an infinite amount of SAMs and CIWS rounds.

OOC:

Total number of UAVs -
5 Firecrackers
28 Bottle Rockets
50 BQM-34T
40 AQM-34P and -34L
50 BGM-34C (armed with 2 mavericks each)
40 Super Streakers
10 "MIG drones"
2 Pioneers
4 Predators

Hon, SE
"Sir, what was that?" The Private said, as he saw something move in the building that he was looking at.
"I don't know, but I don't think it was human, move out!"
"Yessir."
The 2 groups were moving back to there CP. They had been out at a resteraunt where 2 gunnmen were stationed. They took them by surprise and took 1 prisioner, while the other one was killed, via Sniper Country Sniper. They kept moving, when over the SC/OC/B raido freacuency, a order was heard to follow that position. Suddenly, 2 members and there capture from Alpha were down. Bravo kept running until they got to a shelled car.
"Alpha, this is Bravo leader, get DOWN!"
Alpha then took 2 more losses, leaving 1 member, Private First Class Henry Hendonsen.
"Henry here, I'm laying down, but I can't see where the fire is coming from, I nee-Ahhhh!"
"HENRY!!!" the Bravo commander yelled, as he was shot.
"Help! This is Bravo group, Finder company, we need help on road 12679!"
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Subway

The crews worked day and night, reparing SAM's and Pat's. They were preparing them for Operation: Eager Dawn. They were just reparing them, not putting them together.

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Task force Shoryu
The group was now within 200 km of the lead enemy ships, and the battleships once again opened up with their guns, this time pulling a 10-minute barrage at near maximum rate of fire. There would be little room for error this time, and every ship that could be detected in both the SC and OC fleets would be targeted - at least 6 shells per escort and 9 for each carrier and battlecruiser. The ships then began launching their missiles again. 198 Harpoons would be sent out against the escorts, followed by 144 Naginatas going after larger escorts and capital ships. With different search patterns for the Harpoons, and the Naginatas programmed to go after specific targets, the damage would be sure to be widespread.

Battlegroup Atlas
The massive Tomahawk launches from the SC and OC fleets did not go unnoticed, and an orbiting E-68 detected several of them, immediately directing the battlegroup to engage with NADSAM-MR and NADSAM-ER missiles. Still, despite the best efforts of the ships, it was clear that many of the missiles would get through.

Honjaksgrad
Litterally hundreds of trained dogs swept through much of the city, marking traps safe paths, locating enemy positions, and scrounging for food. Several dozen had already fallen to traps, accidents, and the occassional soldier. But many more remained at large. Soon, the first batch would be filtering back to friendly lines in preparation for the next stage.


OOC: SC, I'd like to be sure before I post on it, but those submarines launching the D-5s are near your fleet in Hagras Bay, right?
Also, you have three minutes before my shells start to arrive, and 12 before the last ones hit. The missiles will start arriving in 14 minutes.

Kiev, Ferrussia

The governmental buildings all across town were a mess. An astounding public annoucnement had been made by President Yavlinsky himself that by the signing of the Tri-State Allinace between Ferrussia, Omz, and CSJ, Ferrussian troops would be in Omz to "aid in the defense of our new allies and brothers." The nation was taken aback - only a few weeks earlier, it had looked like an army in excess of 3 million men would be marching into Ferrussia, and now they were sending troops abroad. The threat of invasion had died as quickly as it had begun, and the populace was still reeling to adapt to the changes.

As a whole, however, the move was seen as a solid one, and aside from some minor protests in downtown Kiev and a few other municipalities, the overall public sentiment seemed to be in favor of defending their allies. After all, their own allies had jumped to put troops in Ferrussia for her defense, should not they do the same?

The signing of the Tri-State Alliance, just a few days off, seemed like an unattainable goal to several top generals, but the significance of doing so was clear. Ferrussia would come to the aid of their new ally the moment they were so, and so the military buckled down and got to work.

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Oryeal Air Force Base, Kharkiv, Ferrussia

Just a few hours after the announcement from Kiev hasty preparations were being made as the first of the divisions to go to Omz began to arrive in Kharkiv by rail. The 3rd and 4th Air Mobility Wings were already at the AFB, and after the 4th Mechanized Airmobile division was packed up and ready to go, they would be on their way to Omz.

The 212th Air Superiority Wing was late - they were overdue by several hours, and word was that they were only now taking off from Uman. The rest of the personell element of the wing would arrive in another day, as would various reservists to take over the desk jobs at the 4th Airmobile's base.

Preparations were rolling, but things were getting behind, and the logisitics of getting all the materials and men they needed all in the same spot were a nightmare. It was expected that the 4th would be completely in Omz within a couple of days, but the true problems would arise when the 2nd Airmobile arrived from Dnipropetrovs'k tomorrow - the AFB would be a crowded mess.

The operation would take longer than expected, that was for sure, and they couldn't afford any unexpected suprises. The whole city had a strange atmosphere, as it finally came across to thousands of citizens and soldiers - Ferrussia was going to war.

Eagle Two-Niner, CSJS Atlas air wing
The Lieutenant was watching his console intently when the first of the Sniper Country SLBMs fired off. When he saw the signal on the screen, ne jumped with a start, nearly falling over, and quickly calling out as he tried to regain balance. Noticing several pairs of eyes gravitating toward his position, he quickly regained his composure, and began his report.
"Contact. Missile launch. Suspected submarine. Bearing one-two-niner degrees. Range, 98 kilometers."
"Contact confirmed, and three additional launches" came the immediate reply. "Any ideas on type."
"They're big ones. The system is classifying it as a D-5 Trident II mod. Didn't think they'd have SSBNs in here."
"Any units in range?"
"We've got 2. The Frigate Brimstone has a pair of experimental weapons and 6 Sea Lance missiles, and the patrol bird Eagle Two can be there quickly."
"All right, send them the target coordinates and have them engage. Also, send a heads up to the Hagras forces. I can't think of anywhere else those missiles would be heading."
"Aye aye sir."

With the call from the AWACS bird, the Frigate began firing off its missiles in a circular pattern around the launch point, so that no matter which direction the enemy sub(s) went, at least one Mk.50 torpedo would be there to engage. They'd be backed up by an S-67, which would drop additional torpedoes above the launch point.

Omzian Submarine Group
6 o'clock of Trident VI

The 8 submarines trailed there and waited, before the missile launch of the Trident VIs. On the lead submarine, the sonar screen got busy, showing 2 obvious signatures -- of the Trident VIs which launched the ballistic missiles, plus the other Seawolfs launching their torpedoes on the Interdictors.

"Supervisor, contacts at 12 o'clock ahead of us, 008. Persumed to be enemy submarines launching weapons. Automatic classification as Trident class of submarines. Target locked on."

Still keeping silent, the supervisor quickly contactd the captain of the ship. "Sir, contacts established for 2 ballistic missile submarines. Sniper Country Tridents shown by ATCCS. Friendly fire rate very low. Request command."

The captain already knew it a long tiems ago. Either Seawolfs or Tridents, the only 2 series of submariens Sniper Country is believed to have (beside the Gatos). He already have the command in his head. No time for manual classification for now. But, he thought it over. Would he fire immediately, or wait? Certainly, wait can make the Tridents to fire more of its weapons, but the enemy may have expected to have the submarines to fire anyways. The only words that came from his vibrating lips a second later were simple. "Weapons free, do not cut wire. Do not cut wire unless commanded to do so. Contact ONCS Forward to Osaria to engage other contacts. Do not, repeat, do not have ONCS Blue II engage any contacts!"

The message was quickly relayed to the torpedo room crews. Quickly, within a very short amount of time, 6 torpedo tubes was empty, with their Mk.48 ADACP torpedoes fired at the enemy Trident VIs, with wires attached to achieve command guidance.

On the other submarines, the exact same thing was done except on the third submarine. The second submarine, also firing its volley of 6 Mk.48 ADACP torpedoes towards the second enemy Trident VI, while the third just sat there much quieter, providing a backup. If one '48 won't sink a ballistic missile submarine, two or three will.

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The 5 Interdictor II SSGs, with their extremely quiet hydrogen cell propulsion, also silently followed the Seawolfs as they detected hints of noises, but are still not too far from the Levianthans. Initally deemed to be not suited for ASW operations, they nonetheless decided to aid their Levianthan brothers following the Seawolfs, the quiet engine making up for the noise elsewhere in the submarine. The sonar techanicans on the submarines also monitored the contacts, constantly fading and appearing. Suddenly, the thin green lines on the sonar screen turned thicker.

Within a few moments, the 5 submarines all fired their torpedoes at the 5 different Seawolfs -- 6 torpedoes each.

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The beach was normal. No one dared to go on it -- common sense, but some towers and apartments were close to it, although many were empty as civilians escapred from there to elsewhere. Others, in the bunkers, worried about an enemy landing, just as something weird suddenly happened at the "Soft" portions of the coast -- besides the "rocky" portions.

The beach suddenly somehow turned dry instantly, with a temperature as hot as the sun, sending the extreme tenmperature into the air near it, instantly killing the milita men hiding in the bushes nearby. Seven 155mm coastal artillery plus 2 8-inches and 3 coastal missile batteries sitting there were also evaporated, along with a few triple-A emplacements. The beaches along and aside the Port Hagras coast were suddenly free of water, then suddenly sank into the ocean.

It was an amazing effect. A good portion of the beach simply "disappeared", mainly on the east coast of the Port Hagras city and the east of Port Hagras. It suddenly gave a shock to those who have witnessed the entire process. Soem civilian casulties numbered in the tens, along with hundreds for the militia and some army reserves. It gave a frightening effect on the civilians and some of the militia members. It seemed that the enemy now has a "magical weapon".

The naval commanders seemed to know how it happened. No missiles shown up on the radars near there, but it would be unlikely for it to be a missile. Maybe the enemy swimmers planted charges containing special chemicals, as the low-level officers thought. But for the high-ranking ones, the enemy are doing something "fishy". A morale decrease for the army soldiers there is expected, and for sure for the less-educated militia members, but nonetheless the naval commanders expected that submarines or submerisibles did the job. They would be definately wiped out soon, that was the determination. But, what the naval commanders didn't know is, they were already engaged.

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Omzian Space Warfare Command Center
Mountain ranges W. of Northern Mountains, near Osaria
1103

The cave -- or more like, bunker -- there was busy. A while new world was down there at the command center. Once a national air defence command post, it now somehow has changed its roles to ballistic missile defence. The bunker can still resist megatons of nuclear detonation like their American equivalents, and every screw and nail of the structure was checked eevryday along the huge underground complex. Linking up with ballistic missile defence SAM sites, radar sites, interceptor launchers and silos, space-based BMD radars and satellites, and sea-based ships (carrying SM-3 interceptors), it makes up the spinal cord of the Omzian Ballistic Missile Defence. Men and women worked 24 hours there, especially during the invasion, sicne Sniper Country is known to have a huge stockpile of chemical agents (as during the Royal Palm Civil War), a launch of a Kinetic Energy Interceptor was at the command on the operators' finger tips. On the left wall of the main room or rather, a mini-stadium -- a dark "Central Command Complex", was a huge map of Omz222, and a small "map" of the satellites and likes orbiting above Omzian airspace. Suddenly, one operator yelled, "We've got 4 intercontinental ballistic missiles launching from... Bay of Hagras. Within atmosphere, ascending. Intended target unknown."

It startled them. They've been informed of the naval battle roughly a hour ago, but they nevered have expected a ballistic missile launch. And an intercontinental one it is. But they need to act quickly, for it has already been confirmed. Quickly, the commands have been relayed to the KEI-1 Control HMMWVs at the south, and within a minute, a total of 6 Kinetic Energy Interceptor "missiles" have been launched at the Trident II D5s, delivering kinetic "kill vehicles" onto the stages on the 4 missiles. Furthermore, Omzian GBI-12 (Ground Based Interceptor-12), stored in hardened silos, also got ready incase the ballistic missile went into space.

The operators continued to stare at the screen. Finally, a call. "Hit scored against 2 missiles, kill vehicles impacted on first stages 110353. Remaining two exitign atmosphere, speed excess of Mach 20." The same operator quickly entered a few commands into his console, and soon, another 4 GBI-12 interceptors, consists of a heavily modified Omzian Minutesman III-C ICBM booster plus a "kill vehicle", quickly launched from the silos, mainly across the southwestern area. Soon, after the stages of the rocket burnt out, the powerful FLIR sensor guided the kill vehicles onto the course of the remains of the enemy SLBMs, preparing to hit the SLBM at hypersonic stages before its MIRV warheads fall down and reenters the atmosphere.

"Hit confirmed. Kill vehicle impacted."

A sigh of relief.

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The crews of the RAH-66 fiercely guided their cannons at the enemy troops through their IR sensors mercilessly, they simply give no remorse to their enemies. Seeing another few hundreds of enemy troops were scattered across the beach, they finally decided to use the 14 Hellfires they've been carrying. Especially the 7 Thermobaric-warheaded Hellfires. they knew what to expect. As the bullets impacted the armor on the helicopter, they tried to evade nonetheless.

Hovering above at a medium altitude, the gunner quickly designated the laser at the group of enemy soldiers, especially at the center of teh groups. Launching the thermobaric hellfires one-by-one, they quickly emptied the left rack, the hellfires began to propell itself toward the groups of enemy soldiers, with its thermobatic warehads. If that didn't kill them, the helicopter still has a few standard Hellfire IIs and blast-frag hellfires.

OOC: I persume that Sniper Country/OC knows about thermobaric weapons, since OC is the "chemical whiz" :P

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ONCS Marx Battlegroup
1116

The 2 Levianthans quickly received the information that the enemy ships began bombardment with their tomahawks, just as the tonahawks impacted the city. The crews on the submarines were determined to wipe the enemy ships out completely and totally, fearing that the enemy ships would continue bombardment. On order, they quickly removed the torpedoed and replaced them with the missiles. Charging forward, they once again fired another total of 20 Shinma-Cs at the enemy frigates and other escorts, the missiles leaving the VLS cells and torpedo tubes quickly, before just stopping there, quietly.

The 3 Chimeras however, with their TASMs, also received the news. They knew their mission is done. The commanders has told the crews so. But they can't just bear the fact that the allies' fleets are wiped out, and the enemy is still continuing bombardment. For the first time, the lead captain on the lead Chimera, didn't care that he would get into some form of trouble. All he want is to save his comrades' lives. The only word he said, when questioned by his crews whether he would be punished or not is, "I want the enemies to be dead. I want their ships to be metal scrap on our ocean bed."

Despite the high costs of each TASM, the Chimers nonetheless launched them. Soon, another 45 TASMs began heading towards the enemy carriers and smaller escorts, the huge warheads would make a difference on the small enemy frigates (although stil easier to shoot down than the Harpoon-Fs and Block IIs).

The Omzian A-6s however, continued to progress forward at extemely low altitudes. Soon, they would be entering the enemy air defence rings, but they were determined to release their Harpoons and rain destruction on the enemy. With an additional 3 F-14F Tomcat IIs launched and trailing behind to escort them, they at least ahve some security.

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1119

The operators on the Omzian E-2CL worked carefully, forbidding the mistake the last Omzian naval forces made in missing the enemy anti-ship missiles. Scattered across the radar screen were radar symbols of friendly aircraft, friendly ships, and some enemy vessels, scattered all across the opening of the Bay of Hagras. But, suddenly, hundreds of cotnacts of Tomahawk cruise missiles appeared on the screen, as they didn't go unnoticed. The crews know what is happening: the bombardment has began. Why are they still firing a volley of Tomahawk missiles? They didn't know. But it was a threat to the battlegroup. Huge threat.

Still calm and cautious, they quickly informed the rest of the ships as the missiles were on the course to the North -- the location of the battlegroup. The Marx class, the only one with adequate air defence, quickly prepared its SM-2 MRs and ERs. Suddenly, after acquiring the necessary data, the "rack launchers" and VLS cells finally got ready, shooting a total of 24 SM-2 MRs and 10 ERs onto the group of Tomahawks, downing about 22. But it still wasn't enough, only once they found out the Tomahawks didn't travel to their place -- the north, Port Hagras.

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Port Hagras Area

Scattered beside the city surroundering it, especially at the Northern sides, were 3 Grendel, 1 Skymer, 3 Fire Arrow, and 2 Patriot PAC-2/3 strategic SAM batteries, providing a massive envelope of long-range air defence for Port Hagras. Not under the cover of black smoke, their radar still function well, providing a total of 600km detection radius. The crews were fully ready and trained, especially to deal with enemy bombers, fighter-bombers, abnd most importantly, cruise missiles. Designed to also counter modern cruise missiles such as the Tomahawk, the Grendel and Skymer were battle-proven already against enemy cruise missiles and bombers at the start of the war. As the Tomahawks progressed, the low-frequency radars of the Grendel (optimized for low-flying objects) quickly detected the Tomahawks skimmering over the ocean, along with the Skymers and Fire Arrows. However, the Skymers this time kept their missiles -- for other threats, and not to empty their arsenal incase the tomahawks were just a "bait". As the Tomahawks went into range, it was action.

Starting the counter-tomahawk "attack", a missile suddenly "ejected" from the tube launchers of one Grendel TEL, blasting flames afterwards, and firing off into the horizon. Followed by another barrage of 60 Grendel missiles from the launchers, the batteries quickly reloaded the empty tubes, while the missiles streaked towards the tomahawk missiles. Within a minute,
47 enemy tomahawks were blasted off the sky, the scrap falling into the ocean, or the woods on the edge of the coast. The Fire Arrows however, blasted off another 48 Fire Arrow missiles towards the tomahawks, travelling towards the tomahawks at a speed of Mach 9, and scoring another 40 hits against enemy Tomahawk missiles. The Patriots however, even with upgraded radar, still has a bit of difficulties in locating these "semi-stealth", low-flying tomahawks, although scoring a total of 2 hits with its PAC-3 hit-to-kill missiles. Nonetheless, the Skymer unit still fired a total of 10 missiles -- downing 8 Tomahawks.

As the missile entered the city, Omzian HUMRAAM/SLAMRAAM launchers and Vespa launchers also got ready, but ineffective. Triple-A batteries blasted its bullets into the sky (ranging from 20mm to 52mm), but ineffective against the low-flying Tomahawks. Suddenly, a blast ebgan the devasation -- at the Port Hagras TV Studio. Suddenly, smoke began to rise from the court area of the studio -- a lot of smoke. In a short time, another barrage of missiles striked Port Hagras residental areas and business areas, destroying several "major buildings", and causing civilian casulties numbering into the hundred, just as most civilians escaped into the bunker network in Port Hagras. A barrage of missiles slammed into the massive "Electricity Power Management Center", causing massive flames and cutting off electricity for most of the Port Hagras areas. Some also slammed into farms nearby, causing fires and tens of civilian casulties. A few slammed into the Port Hagras Central Police Station, causing some casulties among prisoners. Finally, the HE missiles smalled into a major fire station and the highway nearby, causing havoc to it and the residental areas enarby. Port Hagras is already in flames in most areas just as unbroken pipes assisted into putting the fires out automatically, until the napalm came.

The first strike of napalm came onto the Port Hagras central square, quickly blowing its burning flames and the "oil" portion slowly spreading across the square. Knowing this, firefighting crews (who were risking their lives and standing nearby) quickly blew sand and earth onto the burning napalm to set it off, although partically successful. Other napalm missiles slammed into other areas, such as parks nearby, causing a massive amount of flames.

Simply said, Port Hagras, once a beautiful city, was in absolute chaos. Even though many civilians were unhurt, property damage skyrocketed into the millions -- and soon, even billions. The dead can be seen outside -- their body turned into meshes by the explosion, just laying around there, lifeless. It was almost like the end of the word, especially with the black smoke screen slowly "cruising" above.

Beside the Port Hagras areas however, were many Omzian airfields -- numbering into 8. Althogh they have their own power generators (like Russian airfields), improved Hardened Aircraft Shelters (HAS), and air defence, that wasn't enough. As many tomahawks directed to them were shot down by either the strategic SAMs or the medium range SAMs nearby, one of the largest airbase in the area -- Hagra-Janu Air Base -- ended up in flames. The HE tomahawks quickly slammed into some HAS', damaging some F/A-22C Raptor and F/A-160 aircraft, while some also slammed into the tarmac, causing a large crater. The napalm tomahawks however, set off a massive amount of fire along the runway and parking areas, as firefighting crews nearby blew a massive amount of sand onto the flames, even their own suits were covered by the yellowish-brown sand and the scraps of rocks. Some other small airfields are also damaged, along with a total of 8 F/A-22C, 13 F/A-160B/C, 19 assorted helicopters, 3 C-225 transports, and other aircraft destroyed on the ground, plus the Garvan airbase, havingi ts power generators and control centers damaged, causing significant casulties.

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"Interrogation"/Questioning -- 1056

"I see, although I still think you have a different accent, but oh well," the Omzian officer said in a non-serious tune while looking at the address. "Anyways, could you provide information about where you will stay in Hogan Point, how much time you will stay here, and where you are preparing to go after yiour trip here?"

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The Omzian UAVs slowly cruised along in a subsonic speed, towards the enemy fleets.

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OOC: Another note, which I won't point ou ICly for now [too late as in "I must sleep now"], is that there are armored cavalry units approx. 100km from the city (with tanks, towed guns, small amount of air defence, etc etc), along with air patrols by Omzian A-114 & AMF-10 tank-killers, OH-58 and RAH-66A, and some AH-93C helicopters. But if possible, I'll post a small engagement later.

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The Omni Conglomerates, Inside the Malak Valley

Company 957, “The Dirtnap Brigade,” was preparing to move out and continue their down time training by making their way three hundred and fifty miles up the desolate, cold valley to their base in the Odesseron Mountains. A chopper flew in low over the jagged cliffs overlooking the valley and made a shaky land in the high winds that are sent sweeping the valley which acts as a wind tunnel. An officer came out of the chopper dressed in a business suit. That pissed the commander of the company, Colonel James Hawkins, off something awful. “What the hell do you want, piss-ant?” the Colonel asked.

“I am Major General Lance Powell, and you will address me as sir, Colonel-” the suit said just before he was cut off.

“Field General Burg is on my list of contacts, so just shut up and tell me my orders,’ Hawkins said cutting off the pencil pusher.

“You are to mobilize your entire company and move out to the city immediately. You have two days to get all of your men there. Air lift will be twenty miles away from here in five hours for the first lift,” the suit replied.

“Five hours? OK.”

The suit left and the company mobilized. The Omni Conglomerates Elite Mountain Group would soon be on the move to Omz.

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Honjaksgrad, SouthCentral

The leader of Guttertrash Unit looked at the collar of the poodle he had just killed. It was a fattened standard size, and would make a tasty meal.

“It even has a freakin` diamond collar, man! Someone rich put the bling-bling on this dog,” said the Lt. He took the collar off and the unit proceeded to enjoy a fine meal.

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Honjaksgrad, Northern Quarter and Docks

The North Quarter was secure. It was as secure as any one spot could be. Every street, alleyway, and hotdog cart was rigged with some kind of defensive measure. Narrow alleys had everything from swinging fall traps made from concrete columns spiked with sharpened rebar, to claymores, to even Semtex on the alleys that had sewer entrances. The streets were lined with ambush points sporting two platoons and a GEC minigun, snipers hidden in rubble and atop buildings, and some of the more key areas were cut off by huge piles of concrete and metal rubble with tanks hidden inside burned out buildings. The hotdog carts were, of course, filled with very short, compact snipers. The enemy had given the soldiers of the Omni Conglomerates, masters of urban warfare, the one thing they shouldn’t have- time. The sewers were the special forces playground. Nothing moved in the sewers at all in Honjaksgrad without the soldiers of the Omni Conglomerates knowing. They controlled all of the sewer substations and regulations areas, and, thus, controlled the ability to flood the sewers at any time. Every building in the north had been made into some form of defensible position with the buildings that couldn’t be worked with wired with explosives. The Omni Conglomerates forces had done a masterful job setting up a mobile defense network. Whenever the enemy arrived, they would be utterly decimated before they made any headway in the north. A few piers that remained standing after the bombing were being either repaired or were being used to receive shipments of supplies and men. Soldiers patrolled the docks and snipers kept overwatch. The sewer drainoff pipes that emptied off near there were thoroughly monitored and patrolled. Pontoons were also being set out to make makeshift piers to help in relieving the overused piers. The skies over Honjaksgrad were an odd sight. Helicopters from Sniper Country flew between the buildings, while Omzian and Clanner planes flying far above. Overall, the Northern Quarter was more than ready for enemy attacks, or to just hunt down and kill civilians if the enemy did not arrive soon.

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Honjaksgrad, Inside and Applebee’s, Behind a Fallen I-Beam, Next to a Table

The sniper team had been there for two days. In that time, they had eliminated twelve foolish civilians and two dogs that were sniffing at explosives at explosive traps laid along the streets. They would have relocated had so many not come into their crosshairs. They wondered why groups of civilians kept coming into the Northern Quarter. They thought that the civilians would have learned to keep out by now. Just as they were about to move out, a dog came along and started sniffing at some C4 planted in some rubble by the roadside. The dog sniffed closely at the hidden explosives, urinated on it, and moved over to another pile and began to sniff it. That one contained more C4. Wisely, the sniper decided to report it, but not before he put the dog down. He wondered if the Sniper Country and Barbarosean troops were seeing the same thing. After dropping the dog, they gathered their gear and some food they took from the kitchen and moved off to the nearest sewer entrance.

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Off the Coast of Honjaksgrad, Torture Chamber Aboard a Carrier

“Asking your name and rank is a simple formality. It is necessary for the cameras that are recording our session. After you supply that information we can begin with the more important questions, such as, where you were stationed and the names of all the officers above you that you can supply. If you are still determined to be obstinate we can begin the, er, extraction,” said the twisted doctor. The captain likely by now had noticed that the floors of the room were rubber and there was a small generator in the corner of the room. The doctor hoped he had noticed this at least. There would likely soon be the sound of screaming outside of the metal room.

Honjaksgrad

The Gatling Company was moving out to a new location, somewhere in the north, but they weren't there yet, they were still in Barbarosean-controled Central, which was a little bit of all sections. They were moving on orders that they were to evaluate the Omni Conglomerates defenses and make sure that Barbarosea was doing the best job possible. They needed clearence in, and so they waited at a major street for clearence and ways to get it.

Meanwhile, A citizen had just run out in front of a rigged car. Boom, and he was gone. 5 troops came and reset the car before moving off again.

Fredrick Barbarosea had made it to the PT boat that would cary him off to the UVC-10. Upon arrival, they packed up and flew off, with a 24-fighter escort until out of the war zone. They were well on there way to Unum Vertias, ETA: 2 hours.

OOC: Phew! Finally got time to post this!

Command Bunker
Rural Area, Northwest Omz222
1129 Zulu

The officers are again sitting there for another meeting. It wasn't a usual meeting, as it has been obvious already. The light from the two lamps hanging collided onto the stainless-steel table located in the bunker. A projector shined the image of a map onto the white wall beside the metal table, many officers looking at it, some officers did not. The lead officer, a colonel, spoke clearly in an accented Omzian.

"We have just got a permission to go with Stonefall from the Military Committee in the Parliament, and it is a go from the Federal Administration Board, ensure no civilian would be hurt. We will be planning to commerce it this afternoon or night, hopefully it will be afternoon. After all, this summer will have the sunshine to stay for some hours anyways. Already with Clan Smoke Jaguar and our AEW n' C aircraft plus others patrolling, air superiority shouldn't be a problem. However, air superiority and suppression of enemy air defence aircraft will be escorting the strike package, which will come later. If enemy aircraft is spotted, which is unlikely in this case, the strike package will turn back. The main portions of the strike package will make only one pass, mostly using percision and unguided munitions." He then pointed at the western side of the city. "From there, the escorts will be meeting with the patrols at the skies. If enemy radar transmission is detected on the RWR of the SEAD aircraft, they will be firing their anti-radiation missiles immediately to destroy the source. Then, the strike package will get in, make a pass onto the northeast portion, the business district, and begin its operation. After wiping up, they will make a leave at the west. Targets will include large parking shelters, surface and subway train shelters, sewage stations, subway entrances, and much of the business districts. But of course, major buildings and landmarks, such as museums, religious buildings such as churches, landmarks, and major complexes will be left out. Civilian casulties will be kept at minimum to none. As we know this means destruction, we also know that this is just another small step in our pre-ground operations against enemy strongholds in Honjaksgrad."

"Altitude and speed?", a junior officer asked. "As mentioned, the package will consist of F-15E Strike Eagles, F/A-160B Viper Junior multiroles, A-12C Avenger Seconds, and B-1B Lancers. Some A-114 gunslingers will also make a few passes. The fighters will be cruising at low altitudes, some will be travelling above Mach 1, making sonic booms. The B-1Bs will go supersonic at a medium altitude. However, they will avoid go supersonic at the residental areas, of course."

"Strike packages?"

"Escorts are 4 F/A-160C for SEAD, and 10 F/A-22Cs for air superiority. The strike packae will be 10 Strike Eagles, 48 Viper Juniors, 8 A-12C Avenger Seconds, and 8 B-1B Lancers. There will also be likely 12 A-114s, along with 3 OA-114 forward air controllers. Whatever the result is, it will be a big raid."

"Loads?"

"Loads?", the officer asked suprised. "Anyways, the load will be standard Cockatrices and Scorpions for the F/A-22Cs. The F/A-160Cs will be fitted with 2 Scorpions, 2 Cockatrices, a fuel tank, a standard HES-221 tactical jammer, 2 HARMs, and 2 Maverick-Ks. The Strike Eagles will each have 4 JDAM or 84 irons or 12 -82 irons, along with 2 Cockatrices each. The F/A-160Bs will have... the standard load for the F/A-160Cs except the jammer and the munitions are replaced with 6 -83 irons. A-12Cs... 24 500lb JDAMs each, and 80 500lb JDAMs for the B-1Bs. In short, it is going to be a deadly punch."

"Sounds reasonable", another officer whispered, only to be heard by the rest.

"Indeed," the main officer replied. "Infact, it already got the approval."

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1203

Slowly, the aircraft preparedi n various airfields, waiting for takeoff. The munitions were already loaded onto the aircraft by crews, and the aircraft were fully inspected, and pumped with fuel -- a lot of them. They would take off very soon, to accomplish a mission. A mission.

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The Omian ships continued their trek towards the south of the bay with the A-6G strike called off -- where the battle has been raging. Hearing the news that the enemy ships were sinking, it is much a celebration -- although they still have to remember the fact that the previous Omzian battlegroup sacrificed their lives to eat away a majority of the enemy fleets. Just hearing the news about the bombardment in Port Hagras, they were even more angered. Not demoralized, but angered. This served as a propellant for the young sailors to fight, to fight for their motherland. To get revenge.

The orbiting E-2C of the ONCS Marx battlegroup however, quickly detected the nemy aircrafts, movng towards the Clan Smoke Jaguar fleet. As a result of this, 8 F-14Fs quickly were directed off to the area in a Mach 1.6 speed, while the 16 F/A-22Cs fighters, and even two B-1CF standoff anti-air platforms quickly scrambled and took off, from the remaining airfields. Their destination: the enemy aircraft. The pilots also wondered where would the aircraft go. If they go to the areas near Honjaksgrad or somewhere else, not only the fuel and range in the Super Hornets will restrict that, they would be met by the Omzian aircraft.

OOC: I'd rather let you (Sniper Country) sink it, since I do not want to keep some "Dreadnaught" in my armories now? :P Can I just take that half of the aircraft are flying towards me?

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The SAMs continued to function, searching the skies of Honjaksgrad and beyond. At the incoming 60 Tomahawks, they quickly fired their share of missiles: another 36 from the Grendels, 10 from the Skymers, and 20 Fire Arrows. The missiles swiped across midair like darts, and quickly scoring a hit against a total of 46 Tomahawks. But as they say, countering cruise missiles is not an easy job. And they learned the fact why their naval and air force counterparts perfer cruise missiles. The rest of the missiles were quickly met by massive triple-A gunfire in streams of lights, plus other smaller HUMRAAM and even Black Fly missiles in scatters of smoke, but only one was down -- it slammed into a house, but the fuze didn't detonate the warhead. The others however, slammed into the residental and small business areas, creating even more devastation.

In a short moment, the whole city is in flames -- only, somewhere it's bigger, elsewhere it's "tiny". Citizens continued to stay in their bunkers as the air raid sirens across the city continued. The citizens thought sadly, what is the meaning of wars anyways? Since Sniper Country is a Christian-oriented country after all, why would they still be violent? Why do they want to invade anyways? These endless questions rang through their heads, desperately trying to get out and be mated with an answer. But no one knew, the simple answers to them. The questions shook them, just like the continued explosions above.

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The Omzian helicopters slowly gathered: from Firebirds to Comanches, from Kiowa Warriors to even the compact AH-6s, onto the landing point. While the RAH-66A has been finished with its Hellfires, launching the last 7 blast-frag Hellfires onto the gathering of the enemy troops, the Firebirds continued to charge the men on the beach: rockets after rockets, the familiar smoke trail followed these Hydra-70 rockets as they rained down on the enemy troops. These HE-warheaded, anti-personnel rockets quickly rained down like a thunderstorm, numbering nearly three hundreds of them. The pilots already saw the dead enemy. Although being compassionate people, both of them, they just stared at the dead bodies, without a word. The other pilots however, cheered for a short time, for that they finally get a chance to wipe out the invaders of the country, themselves. However, the Firebirds also fired 30mm rounds, including PGU-13/B HE-Incrediary rounds, plus other HE rounds. The Kiowas however, fired their .50-cal machine guns, while the AH-6s charged with their mini-guns. Gun gas, smoke trail, and the sounds of the rotors filled the sky.

Being in the Army Aviation field is a good job, the pilots thought.

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Above the skies between the enemy lines and Omzian lines, were a group of scouts helicopter and low-flying OA-114 Gunslingers. Their job was to search: to search for any group of enemy soldiers, armored or not, and to provide identification and engage them with light weapons. The pilots in those has excellent eyes, and with the clear weather around the area, they didn't need any IR or even ground radar mapping devices: their eyeballs can do the job.

One pilot, new to this profession, quickly looked left to right, a little too frequent perhaps while he desparately tried to arrange it so that he can also see the instrumentation panel. Suddenly flying through 2 very tall trees, he learned the lesson, as another sparrow smashed onto the canopy, creating minimal shock for the resistant canopy, or rather, an armored helmet for the cockpit. But suddenly he saw something, as he raised his altitude, almost over the horizon it seems: group of vehicles and mass formation of something. Flying over on them, the jet quickly created a massive "boom" sound across teh sky -- no, not a sonic boom -- just as another jet followed. Enough for it to be heard, but they weren't too afraid.

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Questioning

The officer looked at Ty, suspeciously. "Excuse me?", his expression quickly turned serious. "You are sitting here to be questioned by the authorities of your homeland, since you don't even have a proper Natcide-registered identification ready. Surely, I could just accuse you of being a traitor or a spy and send you behind the mountain wall in the mountains, but I choose not to. Why? This is a slow process, if you can understand, and for the security of our nation, we must use ways to question the groups of 'questionable people', if you know what I mean. Oh, it isn't an offense to you, and sorry if I sound harsh, but we need you to cooperate, and we thank you for that. Either that, or you'll land yourself in hot water."

The officer paused for a very short moment, then continued. "Anywho to get back onto the topic, true, and understandable," the officer agreed and understood, himself is an investor. "Do you have registrations of where you lived previously and where you will live? It is a requirement, you know."

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The Omzian Captain obeyed, since it went to him that resist won't do much -- at least, for now -- anyways. Simply, he just lied down there, waiting for the doctor to continue.

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ASDS Submersible Blackfish, en route to Honjaksgrad Harbor 12:45
The submarine plowed calmly through the water, carrying a dozen troops and their gear. They would be passing close to the enemy fleets soon, and there was still some notable apprehension among the passengers. Still, they passed the time quietly, taking turns listening to a group of Bryde’s Whales that were also in the area. With any luck, some of those would accompany the subs on their trip in. They’d make an excellent cover.


Sniper Class Destroyer Bull’s Eye, Battlegroup Atlas 11:20
The explosive-laden zodiacs were detected several kilometers off by a lookout, and there was an immediate scramble to engage and destroy them before they could strike any ships. 25mm Bushmasters and 12.7mm machine guns quickly opened up from any vessel within range. The targets, however, were fast and small, and they were only being engaged by human gunners. Still, the gunners took out five zodiacs, with a sixth falling victim to a Dragon CIWS gun, which had managed to get a lock just long enough to engage. Two of the remaining boats struck the Bull’s Eye, causing significant damage to its weapons and detection systems, as well as killing eleven exposed sailors, and ripping two large holes in the hull, and knocking out power, leaving her dead in the water. The damage could have been much worse though – had these been underwater explosions, they might have been fatal. The third zodiac smashed into the destroyer Eddie Stiles, disabling her fire control and killing 14 sailors, and forcing her to withdraw with heavy damage. The fourth one ran by without hitting anything. Attempts to engage it as it passed through the screen were unsuccessful, and it was hoped that it wouldn’t strike anything further back.


Battlegroup Atlas 11:25
With the zodiac attack on the fleet, helicopters were sent out to locate any more such units, and bombers on the carriers were quickly loaded with BLU-95, and occasionally BLU-96 bombs. There would be serious repercussions for this strike.


Hagras Harbor 12:05
The ships were now unloading, and scores of trucks, tanks, and other AFVs were being pulled out and quickly loaded onto waiting trains, which would ship them to the front. The missile strikes had hampered things quite a bit though, and an entire urban combat brigade had its equipment totaled in the strikes, as well as 2/3 of the personnel. It was decided that the remaining personnel would be transferred as extra infantry for the Merkavas in the other brigades, but the units could not afford these kinds of losses. The tracks were already heavily patrolled, and the trains would be protected by aircraft and escorting gunships. No expense was being spared in this.

Oryeal Air Force Base, Kharkiv, Ferrussia
Two days later

The AFB was littered with planes, vehicles, and men as the 4th Mechanized Airmobile prepared to leave. The first flight would take the most of the men and some of the assorted trucks of the division - a feat which took the entire 3rd, 4th, and 7th Air Mobility Wings to accomplish. The second flight would take the remainder of the trucks, vehicles, and men of the 4th, and the third and final flight would take most of the combat vehicles and major equiptment. The process was expected to last a week and a half, given the 20 hour trip (28 for the C-130J-30s, which were only running the first two flights) and needed unloading/loading time.

Many KC-10A Extenders were coming along, too, for the in-flight refuelings necessary to make the trip. It was a massive operation, and was already costing hundreds of millions of dollars. Another 3 Air Mobility wings would be arriving soon after the first flight left to take the 2nd Airmobile on it's one week deployment. The men and women of the Oryeal AFB knew they would get little sleep over the next week - it would be nonstop loading and unloading, take-offs and landings.

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Port Complex Alpha, Mykolayiv Naval Yards, Ferrussia

Preparations for deployment were almost complete, and as such the waters of Mykolayiv were crammed with warships. The congestion had gotten so bad that port operators had shut down all civilian naval traffic for a few hours, and requested that some of the ready-to-deploy battle groups leave the harbor and head for open waters until the remainder of the fleet was ready.

So far, an amazing 3 Carrier Battle groups were being activated, along with a couple submarine groups, a handful of cruiser and bombardment squadrons, and a massive sealift operation as well. Several divisions were in port, as well, waiting to load onto the many cargo ships now in port - most of the combat ships had been outfitted and armed first.

The flagship of the fleet would be the FMS Dauntless Ferret, arriving in port a few days ago just in time to recieve her new orders. The massive Sucker missiles had been replaced - they had been used in her last engagement against the combined Fyreheartian/Rukemian fleet - and many other things had needed replenishing or repair. The Dauntless Ferret was truly an impressive ship, and port commanders took great pride in servicing her. It would, it was hoped, lead them to victory.

The deployment was a massive operation, one that would take several more days just to get underway, and port and fleet commanders alike were getting headaches. Every little snag caused countless delays down the line, and several ships were awaiting supplies that had been delivered to the wrong place or loaded onto the wrong ship. It was arduous, and delays alone were costing precious hours.

Honjaksgrad, Northern Sector, Inside of a Local Gunshop

The soldiers from the 4th Special Operations regiment were prepping for a mission. Sniper Country soldiers were soon to be going out in force to engage enemy troops. Once they found enemy positions in sufficient numbers the teams would be deployed to face the enemy head on and cause as much destruction as possible. Only four - five man teams would be going out this night, but they would be enough. They were 2nd Tier Spec Ops soldiers, brainwashed killing machines. They would be suited up in as much body armor as they could still manage to jog in. Their ability to sprint didn't matter very much since this was likely to be a one way trip for the soldiers. The government approved cocktail of methanphetamines, adrenaline, testosterone and other wonderful strength and aggression enhancing drugs ensured that they would inflict massive amounts of damage upon the enemy before they fell to enemy fire. The four pounds of semtex placed on their bodies and rigged up to pulse monitor triggers ensured that they would do even more damage. Since they were going out in groups of five their explosives triggers were also hooked up with small radio adapters that recieved a signal from each of the other men of the unit. When they were all dead or whenever the last surviving team member decided to manually blow his vest , the explosives would go boom. All they had to do was wait for enemy contact.

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Omni Conglomerates, Kinjal Plains Region, Ostoven Naval Facility
The 3rd Omni Conglomerates fleet, of three, was prepping for deployment. Ships were being loaded down with munitions and marines and engineers were doing last minute checks over every inch of their ships. Icebreaker boats were about the bay breaking up any large iceflows that were found. This was neccesary because the base was in the Kinjal Plains, a place with a name similar to Greenland's in meaning, which was actually a large stretch of arctic tundra. The fleet admirals were assigning ships under their commands and everything was almost ready to go. They just had to wait on some last minute passengers including 500 men from the OC Elite Mountain division and 200 additional Marines that specialized in beach landings. Admirals Dmitri Ostoven and Sovoy Hroljef would make their final inspections soon and everything would be underway for the fleet's deployment to Omz.

Fleet Numbers:
Carriers: 12
Battlecruisers: 12
Cruisers: 26
Destroyers: 30
Frigates: 38
Submarines: 40 (20 Seawolf IV's/ 20 Tridents)
Patrol Boats: 80

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Bay of Hagras, Battlezone

The Omni Conglomerates Fleet was already moving into a Arc Formation to proceed to attack the enemy. This would make it much harder for the enemy fleet to attack them with the guns, but missiles were a different game. The Sniper Country Fleet had taken most of the hits for the Omni Conglomerates ships. Some still hit the ships, though. Two destroyers were hit and sunk, along with four frigates. The fleet had orders to fire all their missiles at the enemy ships, primarily the Clanner ones. The missile frigates fired off a huge volley of 150 Tomahawks and 150 Harpoons at the enemy fleet. Just as the missiles were leaving the ships, the barrage started. All but two destroyers were hit, four sank while two were dead in the water. All but six frigates were hit, with ten sunk and five dead in the water. All of the cruisers were hit and sunk except one, which was reduced to half capability to operate. Of the carriers, two were hit, and one was crippled, dead in the water and taking on water. One of the battlecruisers was hit, and was now operating at 47%. The men from all the ships hit and whatnot were hurrying to get off the ships and into the Zodiacs. They rushed to take everything from the armories as the enemy missiles and rounds hit. The marines loaded onto the Zodiacs as fast as they could, and simply waited. The ships pressed on full steam ahead, manned by nothing but a skeleton crew . The battlecruisers turned their turrets and took a bead on the enemy ships with their 22.25inch guns. Both of the ships opened up with the six guns on each ship. They would be firing until they ran out of ammo. Leave nothing behind. The carriers that were moving along with the fleet were preping another nasty surprise. Their reactors were being prepped to have their control rods removed. Their were already trace amounts of noble gases building up in the reactor cores. They wouldn't bring their ships to a full meltdown, that would kill off most of the population of Omz not to mention most of the populations of any surrounding nations for a tens of thousands of miles. No, they would simply cause enough radiation to give Hagras a little dose. They just hoped they could cut off the reaction quickly enough.

Oh yeah, 30 planes fall out of the sky after they are hit by missiles from enemy ships. (forgot to post that one for a while, hope no one was counting on me being very descriptive. I hate naval warfare)

Task Force Shoryu
With the enemy ships finally coming into range of unassisted shells, the 12 remaining vessels in the Task Force began to divide their fire. The two enemy battlecruisers, with heavy gun armament, would get the full attention of the Toryus, while the 3 remaining Hiragis would start bombarding the other remaining surface vessels. The four frigates would continue sweeping for submarines, and the Firestorm Arsenal Ships would contribute to the destruction of the enemy ships.
The first loss of this final stage occurred among the Smoke Jaguar ships, however, as a shot from the OC battlecruisers' initial salvo struck the Rising Sun just forward of the bridge. Though the round didn't detonate, it didn't have to, practically tearing the little frigate in half, she went down with all hands.
In response, the return fire from the Toryus was quite impressive, with each battleship targeting a separate battlecruiser. They'd unleash a 5-minute bombardment using their heavy DPICM shells to start off. The Hiragis started their own bombardment, each unleashing 9 HC shells every 5 seconds spread among the surviving escorts. The Firestorms joined in with a volley of over 120 Harpoons.

However, as this massive engagement was beginning, one thing became noted, and the captain of the Shoryu was called over. As he looked over the console, there was no mistaking the terror on his face. The information was immediately broadcast to the main fleet, as well as the Omzians, and the order came down to activate NBC defenses.

Battlegroup Atlas
With the call from the Shoryu, every ship but the carriers began to lock down. For the carriers, however, there was only one option. All available aircraft were loaded with the heaviest ordnance that could be used, usally 1000 and 2000 lb Paveway bombs, with some standard iron and penetrators also thrown in. In several additional cases, remaining FAE bombs were loaded. Only a few planes carried no bombs, and those were equipped with as many antiradiation missiles as they could carry, mostly HARMs and Tacit Rainbows.
In short order, every aircraft in the battlegroup would commit one massive strike to eliminate those carriers.

Ahead of the carriers, things weren't going much better. More and more missiles were coming in, and losses were mounting. Of the 300 missiles fired, only two dozen missiles made it through the defenses. These impacted on 11 ships, sending 1 cruiser, 3 destroyers, and a pair of frigates to the bottom. Another pair each of cruisers and destroyers were crippled, along with a frigate. The most notable loss, however, was one of the 4 carriers, with a CVL taking 2 Tomahawks, rendering her almost inoperative.

However, there was one thing that was going well. With the destruction of so many of their escorts, and with the steady impact of missiles and shells, the OC ships were now almost incapable of stopping the Jaguar submarines, which were slowly and quietly maneuvering into torpedo range. The first shots, however, were a standoff strike, where the six SSGs sent their 48 Firebolt missiles to strike the enemy escorts.


OOC: The purpose of the DPICM bombardment is to hamper, and possibly disable the fire control radars on the ships. It will also interfere with secondary guns and missile launchers. Each shell has 750 submunitions, or more than an MLRS rocket.

Sinaroa City

This is a special "city" new to the Omzian military arena, especially being near to Port Hagras. It isn't that much of a city since it only boasts 189,000 residents, but it has one of the the gatherings of the nerves in the centralized Omzian Air Defence Triangle: long/medium range SAM stations, strategic ballistic missile defence, and aerial interceptor. Defended with a good amount of troops plus militias, it provided an air defence coverage for southeastern and the Port Hagras area. Aside from Grendel, Skymer, Fire Arrow, and even some Patriot sites, plus the planned emplacement of Odin and SAARM anti-radiation SAMs, it also houses a radar -- "Snow Dome" -- providing strategic air traffic monitoring. Connected with AWACS, JSTARS, and other early warning radars, it works best together.

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Near Enemy Forces
Surroundering Honjaksgrad
1241

The OA-114s charged forward, armed with its 30mm gun, some willy-pete and HE Hydra-70 rockets (for designation), plus 2 Rockeye cluster bombs. They already had turned on their thermal/IR sights ,adn indeed -- it showed several, if not hundreds, of separate signatures. They knew what was going on, and they are going to bring the others here -- if not, stopping it partically. Lacking a reasonable amount of offensive weapons though, they definately needed help. And Kiowa Warrior recon helicopters, AH-93C Firebirds, and A-114s were nearby.

The pilots in the 2 leading OA-114s quickly checked tyhe instrumental panel and the displays, before looking at the flares and chaffs counter. They knew that the enemy could possibly have shoulder-fired SAMs, and that could stop their mission for good -- if not, down the heavily armored plane. Popping chaffs and flares, they quickly made their first attack "run", firing a combination of WP and HE Hydra-70s at the leading groups of the Humvees and the likes, and dropping their total of 4 Rockeyes onto the trailing vehicles and personnels of the battalion, leaving the middle unharmed. They just didn't know whether they will make the run or not, although they apparantly has not heard explosions and warnings. The trailing smoke blew at the direction of the planes just as the rockets propelled themselves onto the enemies.

Not so far away however, a group of another 3 AH-93C Firebird helicopters (armed with a mixed anti-armor/personnel load), received the information, coordinates, and began moving at its slow pace. Painted in a forest camoflauge -- which didn't quite appeal to the soil colour on the ground -- they flew just above building level.

OOC: I do assume that your battalions have basic necessarities such as Humvees, trucks, and the likes. If it is a pure leg-based infantry battalion -- I'll change it.
Also, feel free to shoot SAMs at those... planes.

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Near the enemy 1st Battalion however, a small group of Omzian cavalry vehicles moved along. With a total of 6 Humvees, 3 Mist Lynx CFVs, and 3 Iron Cheetah ADS tanks -- which didn't quite made any sense even for an armored cavalry force. While heads can be stucking out of the tanks for navigation, they knew patrolling is a dangerous job. But, they are still going to do it.

On one Humvee however, a young, newly-recruited private sat on the seat, bored watching all the short and weak-looking trees. Unlike others however, he could be considered as the most hated -- lazy, rude, unproductive -- you got it. Looking around with his round head -- unusually round, like a perfect circle -- and the protective suit and helmet, he bursted aloud. "Gimme a smoke, damnit.", he said with a moaning voice, as if someone woke him up.

Another soldier who sat at the back, looking around with a binocular, was quickly interrupted by the moaning voice of the private. "No one's going to give you a smoke if you keep moaning, idiot," he replied with an irrating voice while still continuing with his task. The others didn't even bother to reply. They'd rather see him disappear than appear in their sights, something that is somehow unusual among the tight community of Omzian soldiers.

"How long are we going to patrol anyways?", he asked again, while didn't bother replying to the criticism.

"Just shut up about it damnit!," the other soldier raised his pitch, speaking in a rather mad voice. And indeed, the private shut his mouth. "Anyways, Hagen, how long have we been patrolling?", he asked his partner sitting beside him.

"Two good hours," he replied thoughtfully almost as if he had a clock in his brain. "This situation's going no where, I tell ya. There seems to be not really much activity. If there is however, I'd hope that we Army guys can finish the job rather than the dang air force, heh. About time."

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Questioning
1100

The officer looked at Ty curiously. "So you are saying that your residental papers are also in your car? Anyways, acknowledged, although you could stay in a hotel." Although he could understand the person he is interviewing, he is still suspecious of why he kept his documents in the car.

Looking at the identification once more for a brief second, he continued. "What do you plan to do after the war, or rather, things get calm at the Vansara areas?" After he asked, he looked at the drivers license once again. Something is unusual, in which he seemed to have ignored minutes ago.

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Port Hagras

The entire city is now a mess. Trees were burning down, big houses turned into piles of lifeless rubble, the unfortunate bleeding helplessly on the ground. From a bird's view, the city is now darkened by the black smoke screen released, while many buildings are under the rubble. The destruction. The scraps of wood. The burning heat. However, at Port Hagras square, something usual has happened -- the Hagras An-Banar Vansarvas Monument, along with the Omzian flag, stayed unburnt. Around were fire, and even some burning napalm, but it seemed that the high heat around didn't pretty much affect the Monument: the symbol of Omzian liberty. the flag jinked with the heat waves and the wind above, dauntlessly. It seems to be roaring, roaring the cries of revenge on the enemy. A bald eagle -- somehow made it into the city from the beautiful environments nearby around Locha Valley -- stood on the top of the white pole of the Monument, looking ahead. A hint of sunshine slipped through, reflecting the bald eagle's head brilliantly.

The city may be now in chaos, but the symbols of civilization and freedom hasn't. This has only angered the Omzian citizen, as they will surely repel the enemy. The sacred war will come.

Underground however, the entire subway system of Port Hagras is crowded with civilians. The "National Emergency Command Post" -- almost completely unknown to the outsiders and the civilians -- is now busy, with military and civil leaders gathering to make decisions. The civilians however, kept a distance from there, and stayed: on the platforms, in the tunnels, and even around the steel blast doors. The cold wind underground didn't affect them much, for their goal is to survive the enemy's attack. A massive underground square is also opened, housing another thousands of civilians. This could be said as one of the most secure "bunkers" in the Port Hagras area. Even the C3I systems is partically housed in this network. Most civilians also had their radiation pills (mostly Potassium Iodide and Potassium Iodate) or bottles of KI solutions, gas masks, and other protective suits nearby. Some also had their own water filters and radiation alarms on their keychains -- primarily those who are more "Careful" about this attack.

As the radiation has slowly increased, the orders were quickly issued to have the civilians take measure for a possible NBC attack, just as a flock of civilians evacuated from the public and connected shelthers they are in. For people in the more "isolated" bunkers and shelters however, their luck depended on time. Time.

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Hagras Bay
1119

It has been clear that while both fleets has been devastated, the allied units still ahd let it slipped through, allowing it to continue its bombardments. As the Marx dreadnaught ran out of munitions for any further "offensive" anti-ship operations, the A-6Gs are still called back, knowing carriers and the battlecruisers just won't think with small-warheaded missiles. It just wouldn't do it. The fear has rearrived: large gun-armed ships with massive armor, unstoppable even with terrifing massed cruise missile attack. Only big projectiles -- 16" HE or AP projectiles -- could stop them, albeit at close ranges. The carriers are another matter, but they still pose another concern: the possibility of having nuclear reactors, especially true to huge ones. They know the Toryu is still floating, but they also feared about the two to one ratio. The Omzian Toryu won't even be in the strait for another few hours, let along the bay.

As the Marx class itself has a significant amount of armor and gun armament (OOC: ten and something inches of composite plus a few 16 inches I believe), it slowly moved with its "escorts", slowly. Monitoring the great seas, it also noticed huge IR signatures on the carriers, particularly the reactor section. Meltdown. Either the enemy has planned it, or by accident. As the Chimera classes continued, they each fired all their load of 120 Tomahawks and 12 Harpoon-Fs (96/10 at carriers, 24/2 at battlecruisers), the Harpoons acting like a more survivalable "aid" incase the tomahawks are shot down. Later, as all missiles have escaped from water, they skimmed over the surface onto their destination.

But soon, as AWACS information about another massive formation of enemy missiles and aircraft came into existance however, the Marx class continued to fire a last volley of over thirty SM-2ERs onto the enemy Tomahawk and Harpoon, before ESSM missiles. As the enemy missiles got close, RAM and PDM launchers immediately fired, while the Vanguard CIWS fired their 30mm cannon and their Black Fly missiles and the Dragon CIWS firing their armor-piercing 30mm rounds. While many enemy missiles have been eliminated however, a few still struck. A total of three Harpoons and a Tomahawks struck on the Omzian Sniper Class Destroyer ONCS Winachank, as it popped up almost infinite amount of chaff and activated its other ECM countermeasures, quickly sending it into the deeo ocean bed while teh crews quickly took refuge on other ships or their rubber boats. Another destroyer, ONCS Lanoar, was also struck by two Harpoons on the conning tower, the control room quickly turned into a huge fireball, and the ship stood in the ocean helplessly. The Marx class however, was struck by a tomahawk and two Harpoons on the deck and the side. Fire has been reported on the flight deck along with extensive damage to some parts of the conning tower, just as light damage has been seen on the side of the ship. Nontheless, the remaining ships continued, to meet the enemy they've been waiting to fight.

The A-6Gs however, were unable to land for now, as their extensive fuel supply and range still allowed them to commerce another strike, and they did. Quickly sending the CSJ task force an encrypted radio message, they quickly were diverted to the CSJ group of aircraft.

But, as the news of the radiation reached the remaining Omzian ships however, the capains quickly instructed to activate NBC defences, prepared for any WMD attack.

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The Omzian F/A-22Cs and B-1Cs continued at full speed. Soon, reaching the bay, they would be careful to avoid enemy air defence, while eliminating the enemy aircraft, using its long-raneg Cockatrice and ALRAAM missiles. The B-1Cs, having a relatively light load and a reasonable amount of fuel, dashed near the speed of sound, while the F/A-22Cs led the flight, cruising at a speed of Mach 1.6.

Mariinsky Palace, Kiev, Ferrussia
Kiev Time - 8:00 AM
Deployment +0:00:00

President Yavlinsky scanned over the crowd of eager reporters, noting the anticipation on their faces. Yavlinsky knew the whole nation was abuzz with the excitement. Even as Gothenburg-Franc troops awaited extractiom in the southwestern area of the country, Ferrussia was going to war yet again. But this time, it seemed, would be different. Now there would be real engagments, real fighting in the name of their newfound allies.

Yavlinsky nearly felt ashamed. He was sending literally thousands of men to risk their lives for the sake of a foreign nation. Nothing could quiet his concience as it nagged at his imagination, conjuring images of dead or dying soldiers, thousands of miles from home. There would doubtless be casualties even if there were no engagments. War was a hungry beast, and would have lives no matter what the circumstances. He winced as he remembered that it had already taken its toll - an airman had been killed by the package of supplies he was loading into a C-17 when it rolled back on him.

He quickly shoved these thoughts aside as he was signalled the 'go' by the press secretary in the back.

"My fellow Ferrussian citizens, it is with solemn regard for our servicemen and great pride for our nation that I tell you that today we are coming to the aid of our allies in every possible way. We will defend them to the last, as they so kindly obliged when we faced similar dire circumstances. We do not fight in vain - our contribution to the defense of Omz will indeed be crucial.

"It is hence apparent that we must come to war against those who would have our friends' lands. Ferrussia is from this moment on in a state of war with the following nations:

The Christian Senatoriat of Sniper Country
The Megalopolis Citystate of Omni Conglomerates
and the Neverending Dictorial Land of Barbarosea

"For the time being, we will fight only on the lands of our allies, but if we are forced to take the battle to them, we will not hesitate to do so. I am not promising an easy war - the phrase itself is a contradiction in terms. It will be a hard struggle, but it is not one we cannot or will not bear. I can promise you, however, that this cause is one worth fighting for. The cause of freedom - the very principle on which our nation is founded.

"At this very moment, no less than 7 varied divisions of the Ferrussian army are being deployed in defense of Omz. Naval deployments the likes of which have never been seen by this nation are setting off to protect the great waters surrounding our ally. The air will soon be thick with Ferrussian fighters and bombers. Only time will tell the nature of the sacrifice we are making, but whatever the cost, the freedom of our allies is worth every penny, every scrap of metal, every drop of blood. Thank you, and may your prayers be with those who so bravely offer their lives for our brothers."

Rather than the customary flood of questions, the press room remained strangely silent for a moment. Then slowly, a trickle of applause began, soon growing to a deafaning standing ovation. The entire press room stood on their feet and applauded their president.

Yavlinsky humbly walked away from the podium. There was work to be done.

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Oryeal Air Force Base, Kharkiv, Ferrussia
Deployment +0:12:32

It was only a few minutes after President Yavlinsky's stirring speech, and the first C-5s were already taking off on their long journey to Omz. In 20 hours' time, they would be landing in a foreign country with the first of many Ferrussian soldiers. As the first of the C-5s began to come off the ground, the entire control tower staff stood and saluted. The sun was barely over the horizon, yet no man in the entire base would rather be in their beds. It was a grand moment, and one that none would soon forget.

*****

Port Complex Alpha, Mykolayiv Naval Yards, Ferrussia
Deployment +0:15:47

The FMS Dauntless Ferret led the way out to sea. Trailing her were nearly 40 other ships - the first group for deployment to Omz. Around half of the convoy was made up of T-AKR 287 transports, bearing the 11th and 12th Mechanized Infantry Divisions. The remainder was the combat element of a heavy Carrier Battle Group, acting as escorts as they too made their way to Omzian shores.

The group was making its way to Omz at best time - no small statement, given that the slowest ships in the entire convoy topped out at 33 knots. The rest kept pace at this speed, running constant patrols around the convoy as soon as they left Ferrussian waters. ASW in particular was stressed, as they didn't want to run into any unexpected suprises at this speed; if any subs laid along their path, the convoy would be heard from miles and miles away.

The second - and main combat - group would be setting out soon after this one, though coming along at a slower speed to keep speed with some of the faster supply ships and a fleet of prepositioning ships bearing the 4th, 8th, and 10th Armored divisions. Finally, a supply convoy would bring up the rear at a meager 20 knots - maximum speed for some of the fleet oilers.

The first group was expected to reach Omz in about 11 days, with the main combat group arriving in a little over two weeks' time. The final group would arrive in 18 days, and it was hoped that no major naval engagments would take place until the supply element arrived, despite the fact that they would likely recieve supplies from Omzian ports.

Sailors watched as the Ferrussian landscape slipped over the horizon, with the second group silhouetted against the sky as they, too, left port.

*****

(OOC: A greatly simplified timeline of Ferrussian deployment, for your convenience. "Deployment" meaning today in the RP, although the IC post above was roughly 9 hours before the current IC time in Omz.

Deployment +6 days - The major combat elements of the 2nd and 4th Mechanized Airmobile divisions will arrive in Omz, making the two divisions combat-ready and pretty much able to leave the airport/AFB they're arriving at in Omz.

Deployment +7 days - Major air supply routes will be established from Ferrussia to Omz, securing necessary ammunition and supplies for the two divisions currently in Omz, and making preparations for the remaining 5 arriving by sea.

Deployment +11 days - Two Mechanized Infantry divisions (the 11th and 12th) arrive in a protected Omzian port towards the west side of the nation, along with a Carrier Battle Group and the fleet's flagship, the Dauntless Ferret.

Deployment +13 days - The 11th and 12th Mechanized should be ready for deployment to front lines.

Deployment +15 days - Three Armored divisions (the 4th, 8th, and 10th) arrive in the same port and begin offloading. Also arriving are two Bombardment Squadrons, a Cruiser squadron, a varied Submarine group (plus or minus a squadron), and a light Carrier Battle Group. This is obviously the bulk of Ferrussian naval forces entering the fray.

Deployment +18 days - The supply elements for the entire fleet arrive, plus a final Carrier Battle Group. The armored divisions should be ready for deployment to the front lines, and supply routes by sea should commence to bring bulk supplies for all combat forces in Ferrussia.


At this point, I haven't figured out what Air Force deployments will be made, but by Day 18, the following army and navy forces should be in Omz:

2nd Mechanized Airmobile Division
4th Mechanized Airmobile Division
11th Mechanized Infantry Division
12th Mechanized Infantry Division
4th Armored Division
8th Armored Division
10th Armored Division

2 Carrier Battle Groups
1 light Carrier Battle Group
2 Bombardment Squadrons
1 Cruiser Squadron
1 Composite Submarine Group (plus or minus a squadron)

Honjaksgrad

The SAM's were being repaired still, and the army wasn't happy with it.
"Why do we gotta do this anyway? I mean, isn't that what those enegineers are for?" One Private commented. "Cuz we don't have enough of those engineers, so we gotta' do some." A Sergent Minor from South Barbarosea responded. They were redoing some by the manuals that they were givin. Others were fixing Pat's while other's still were packing small parts in cloth for transport.

"Ok, he's you gun, and you sidearm, your other gun will be givin to you at breifing." A officer said as he handed Drake Yemon his MPR and 7mm Pistol (N-11). He then walked off, toward a Jeep with 2 other guys going into the Ghosts now. They all got in, and the driver took off. Yemon noticed his rank to be a Sergent Major. The other one sitting by him was a Captain. He was going to be part of a big operation, but he didn't know what it was.

The 4 members of Bravo were staying behind that car. Rifelmen John Carney popped up and fired off 3 rounds while Robbert Heon sprayed 7 rounds from the side of the car. The Demo expert they had with them peeked around the other side firing off 5 rounds with his M4A1. The sniper was looking under the car for something to shoot, but found nothing. (Omz222, your turn.)

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Hagras Bay, Warzone

Ships lay sunk, sinking, or half- sunken in the bay, those still above water only being kept up by the remaining pockets of air still inside of the ships. The remainder of what had been Karakov's battlegroup was moving on at full steam, full steam for what they had left, to engage the remainder of the enemy fleet. The ships were manned by skeleton crews though, even the ships captains had left. The second most capable lieutenants were left aboard with a small group of fairly able bodied men with the knowledge of how to operate the ships with the minimum number of bodies possible. The rest of the marines were aboard zodiacs heading in the opposite direction of the action. They would make it to land and march towards Honjaksgrad. It was a suicide march, but that was the contingency plan. The operation was a success considering its goals - dealing as much damage to Hagras as possible to impead enemy efforts to bring in reinforcements. Granted they hadn't achieved total victory, but they would at least live to fight another day. They had all the supplies they needed and then some. They had all the ammo their zodiacs could carry after emptying the weapons holds of the individual ships, and they had enough food to last most of the trip to Honjaksgrad. The troops might have to raid a few small towns on the way, though.

The battlecruisers were within 36 miles of the enemy after heading at full speed for nearly an hour. The would begin launching salvos soon. They were waiting on the enemy to launch at the carriers first though. It had been an hour, and the enemy should notice that the carriers were begining to overheat by now. The marines manning the ships just hoped that the carriers' skeleton crews would last long enough to instigate the fail-safe, they hoped the enemy didn't try anything stupid.

The Seawolfs approached closer every moment. They had the coordinates of the Clanner ships, but were looking for something in particular. They had a few ships in the area with a massive weight, but they needed to know for sure. Finally, the commanders of the ten Seawolfs gave the orders. They believed they had found the ships they were looking for- the Toryus. With the orders, the crewmen carefully, very carefully, loaded the slightly modified Mk. 48 ADCAP torpedoes, filled with TNM aside from HE in an airtight compression chamber. The commanders gave the orders to fire, and the twenty TNM torpedoes fired off towards the enemy ships, five for each Toryu, and the remaining for assorted ships along the way.

The aircraft had been flying over the fleet for the majority of the engagement with groups landing to refuel and reload as neccesary. They were down to 357 of the original 440, but that was still a large enough number to repel and enemy air attack or to launch a last ditch offensive of their own. Time would decide which option was used.

(OOC: Ok, remember the buildup of my reactors doesn't start to be noticable for one and a half to two hours. I am moving my fleet in accordingly to compensate for the detection. Note, Omz and CSJ seem to be on two different timelines. CSJshould feel the effects of the radiation before Omz does because he is closer to me. He should also feel the effects more strongly than Omz, because, again, he is the closer of the two. If I have left anything out, just tell me and I will be happy to oblige. I likely have considering the haste in which I typed up this post.)

Questioning

"Excuse me," the officer said after clearing his voice a bit. "I didn't made that clear, perhaps. By that, I meant what you will do here after the Vansara area gets calm, or at least it is secured? I didn't mean what you will do after you leave here, but more like when the war ends. That also doesn't necessarily mean whether you will go back to Vansara or not." Slowly, he set his right hand onto the drivers license, his index finger on the small photo.

However, just outside the room, another officer listened. Idiot..., he thought. A quick-minded and more "aggressive" officer, to be helpful, he knocked on the door.

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OOC: Let's say... 2 Comanches, as they're mainly patrolling the areas further away from the coast. The attack helos are mainly patrolling near the shore to counter any landings, if you know what I mean. But there's also the issue of the Comanche's stealthy characteristics: most of the IR signatures are hid, but ah well -- shoot it at the more "hotter" areas.

IC:

The group of Comanches slowly moved, just as it has received the news that the majority of the enemy has been sank. They saw smoke rising from the horizon, perhaps from Port Hagras, just as in the same moment they spotted a chain of what it seemed to be rubber boats: in fact, a massive fleet of them. Armed with 8 AGM-194 Locusts (small anti-armor missileS) and 2 Hydra-70 rocket launchers, they quickly got a target lock from their small radar domes above. Suddenly, firing them at the 16 lead groups of the rubber boats, the Locusts left the pod launchers, a trail of smoke followed it. The 9kg warhead owuldn't do much on a ship, but it will to a group of rubber boats.

Soon, the Comanches dived into the battle, firing HEI 20mm rounds and HE Hydra-70 rockets at the lines mercilessly, while keeping an eye out for small arms fire towards it, and even shoulder-fired SAMs.

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Near 1st Battalion
1245

Patrol is a dangerous job. And they knew it.

At first, when the HMMWVs popped out, the tanks already detected them -- using the CITV systems mainly, as the HMMWV's heat signature slowly appeared in the sights. However, to save ammunition and as a smart thing to do, they didn't use any of the Sabot or HEAT rounds they've been carrying, and instead plowed thousands of 7.62mm rounds into the 2 Humvees as the crews on them kept eyes on the TOW missile (OOC: It isn't a fire-and-forget missile: the crew had to keep the crosshair on the vehicle). The coaxial maxchine gun shook as a massive stream of machine gun rounds were fired at the Humvees, white gas forming around the barrel. As the enemy soldiers fired their M203s and threw hand grenades, it impacted the tanks minimally, while the AT4 rockets penetrated the surface of the tank but didn't affect the interior. However, the tank commander in the first tank -- as AT4s are being fired on it -- quickly fired tens of smoke grenades and activated the defensive suites from his console. The IR jammers activated to prevent some of the IR-guided ATGMs, the crews also decided to manually fire the projectiles (which is supposed to be fired at missiles, rockets, and HEAT projectiles once a scanning radar detects rounds fired at the tank) towards the destination of the attacking enemy. The projectile, once reaching its destination, would dispense steel balls to at least harass them. The gunner however, continued to shoot a massive cloud of 7.62mm rounds at the soldiers who fired the AT-4s, hopefully to deter any further damage by the small -- but damaging -- anti-tank rocket.

As the TOW missiles were headed towards the HMMWVs, they quickly penetrated the thin steel skin of the "Heavy Humvee", leaving 2 in dead tracks. The rest of the men fired some .50 cal machine guns and Mk.19 atomatic grenade launchers at the first enemy soldiers, before quickly jumped out of the Humvees with their assualt rifles and other assualt weapons ready. Quickly, some of the soldiers took cover with their Humvees, throwing frag grenades at the enemy soldiers, and aiming their O18 assualt rifles to fire the 5.56mm and 6.8mm rounds. Other soldiers also directed their fire towards the enemies with their SAWs, or fired HE rounds from their M203s. Seeing their Humvees slowly getting penetrated by the HEDP rounds, they backed away slightly as soldiers quickly reloaded their rifles behind, in cover, as others took the role and fired. Some others however, retracted to bushes nearby while continuing to fire.

The Mist Lynx CFVs however, in fear that the AT4 rockets may penetrate their armor into the interior, also fired their 7.62mm coaxial machine guns at the massing of the enemy soldiers, while the 30mm cannons faced the same direction, blasting tens of HEI-T 30mm rounds.

Inside another thank however, it has been clear that the Omzian patrol are overran. The lead tank, with command equipments under the heavy armor, quickly sent radio signals, calling for reinforcement from nearby forces (scatterings about 8-10km away, main concentrations times that by two to three). As Omzian helicopters were nearby -- mainly Comanches and Firebirds -- they quickly diverted to their comrades' request, some carrying anti-personnel loads, while some carrying a "multi-puprose" load.

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Near 2nd Battalion
1244

The first OA-114 quickly descended, as the pilot saw a trail of smoke coming towards him. Punching chaffs and flares out the dispensers manually, it quickly performed a deep climb, as it awaits for the second OA-114.

The second OA-114 strafed over their targets just as the pilot saw trails of smoke, followed by a warning of a missile launch from its Missile Launch Warning Receiver (an Omzian installed IR device that detects the "hot" areas of a SAM, and reports it as a missile). Punching both chaffs and flares, he later saw another trail of smoke. Beginning to began a series of small maneuvers to outrun the missile, it's time to use the pack.

Suddenly, as he pressed his control stick, a small metal "pack", attached on the tail, exploded while distributing tens -- almost hundereds -- of flares, trails of smoke followed the flares. They slowly descended away from the area of the aircraft. However, the stinger missile continued, as the OA-114 ran away more quickly and further. Suddenly, the pilot heard a boom sound, followed by warning lights, showing engine failure.

The left engine's exhaust has been hit and the explosion quickly penetrated some of the heavy armor and steel plate around the fuel tank and engine, as the pilot himself saw a scrap of metal descended away and jettissoned his weapons. The powerful warhead also impacted the left wing, sending the aircraft nearly to a spiral. The manual control system took over, as failure of the fly-by-wire system has been reported. "I'm hit!", the pilot called frantically into the radio. "I'm heavily damaged, some MANPADS got my engine," he continued, just as he pulled all 3 fire extinguisher handles. The warning light stopped, just as another popped up: LEFT ENG FAIL. Other warnings also appeared, including the much feared CONTROL SYS DAMAGE.

"Copy. Activated fire extinguisher?", a distant radio call appeard in the pilot's headset. "Yes," the pilot simply replied in a more informal way. "Copy. Redirect to airfield, discontinue operation, follow NINS waypoint 10 to 12."

"Roger. Returning to airfield."

"That's pretty some flames you got," the lead commented on the damage. "Hopefully the plane won't explode, heh."

After that, the OA-114, with a huge stream of black smoke behind the root of its left wing, struggled to slowly turn to the west. The flight leader escorted it, and they slowly descended over the horizon.

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Approx. 30-40km away from enemy 2nd Battalion
1246

After the OA-114s went back to the airfields however, the helicopters onsite quickly relayed targeting information and locations through a secure line to the Omzian forces nearby, as they (the helos) continued to charge the enemy with rockets and machine guns. The Omzian army position nearby however, started another form of bombardment, as no Omzian troops were in the area, and all the targeting data were available. Artillery.

The crews onboard a M270A1 MLRS vehicle gathered around the computer console, working out the targeting data and firing solutions through the secure communications link, as they tapped the keypad and looked at the small CRT monitor. The upgraded software was pretty easy to use, and soon, a firing solution was established. Using that firing solution, the vehicle quickly got ready. The launchers slowly rose and rotated, and soon, rockets blasted. Soon, all 12 M26A3 MLRS rockets left the launch towards the 2nd Battalion location, carrying 7728 M85 DPICM bomblets in total.

The self-propelled artillery vehicles, Cavalier guns, also got ready. After working out firing solutions and injecting liquid propellants into the rounds, soon over 50 155mm rounds (carrying ~2400 M42 bomblets and ~1200 M46 bombletS) blasted through the barrels, towards the target area.

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Air Above Hagras Bay

The group of B/F-1Cs and the F/A-22Cs already had the various targets locked on their LPI radars, ready to unleash the massive amounts of the ALRAAM and Cockatrice missiles just within 70km, as a data-link has already been established with the AWACS nearby. They continued to cruise at a high speed, Mach 1.5 for the F/A-22Cs, while Mach 0.8 for the B/F-1Cs.

Captain Joncas looked at the MFD, and the HUD again. Clutching on the control stick to his right, he slowly looked over his shoulder through the bubble canopy, at the remaining aircraft and the missiles hanging on the wings nearby. Already locked to three individual enemy F-14Ds through his powerful radar, he hoped for the "first-look, first-shoot, first-kill" advantage the Air Force has bragged about anyways. Finally, switching to BVR WITH UPDATE firing mode, he informed his flight a final caution and good luck, as he commanded the launch of the missile. Slowly, he pressed the pickle botton on his control stick. "Fox 3, 3 away" he said clearly on the radio. "Flight, engage bandits."

Just at the instant flash of the second, he quickly heard a woosh followed by another, as 2 Cockatrices left the launch rails and went away at the enemy aircraft, not activating their active radar seeker (which could give away their location) until the terminal phase, when it would be too late. With this, another 50 Cockatrices left the total number of F/A-22Cs, towards about 46 different enemy targets.

The B/F-1Cs, with the much longer ranged ALRAAM missile, continued with their lock on of 8 targets for each aircraft, with constant AWACS update. The radar interception officer looked on the screen carefully, as the electric warfare officer activated the powerful AN/ALQ-161A jammer. Just as the AWACS gave permission to fire, the "bomb" bay opened, and soon, all 48 ALRAAM that needs to be fired were rapidly fired at a total of 44 different targets (16 illuminated by the Lancers, rest illuminated by AWACS). All were set at UPDATE mode, with mid-course update and terminal active radar homing.

The F-14Fs however, with a total of 4 Cockatrice, 2 AERAAMs, and 2 Scorpions, continued their high-speed dash. The planes quickly got a permission to fire, and soon, a total of 16 Cockatrices and 32 AERAAMs left the wing gloves and the fuselage of the F-14Fs, dashing towards the targets themselves. Soon, the Cockatrices lagged behind at Mach 4.42 while the AERAAMs screamed at a speed of Mach 5.8. All were fired about 60km away.

Now they looked at the clock for a time to interception, which was just under a minute for the Cockatrices and 20-30 seconds for the AERAAMs, and continued to move forwards to the enemy. With the missiles moving covertly themselves, the pilots looked ahead on the HUD with confidence. Flames spewed out the afterburners of some planes, as they dashed near Mach 2, signaling revenge.

Operation: Eager Dawn

Wave 1
1200
"All Units report, CO."
"This is Strike Package Alpha, over."
"Strike Package Bravo, over."
"Strike Package Charlie rogers, over."
"And this is Strike Package Delta, over."
"Roger that, commence attack."

And with that, the operation was under way. All 200 Z-1's and Z-1b's were assmbeled into 4 Strike Packages, 50 in each. Overall, there were 144 Z-1's and 56 Z-1b's. They started turning toward there flanks. Strike package Alpha was coming in over the North of the city, Strike package was coming from the east. SP Charlie was coming in east too, but they were headed over a different part of the city. Lastly, SP Delta coming in from the SE, and covering that part of the city.

The sun beated down on the fighters, who were 10 km out from Hon. They disengaged auto-pilot and dropped alitude to 470 ft. They were ready to engage the CAP over Hon. The J-2's (2 of them) flying high over the fleets had already turned and were right on top of the SP's. They were expecting about 100-150 enemy fighters, or so there radar told them before hand.

On the ground, every hiding place, every conceled center, SAM's and Pat's were unvailed. A total of 45 SAM's had been fixed along with 15 Pat's. They had also fixed 4 PDMAS's of Sniper Country.

Task Force Shoryu, Hagras Bay
The torpedo launches from the OC submarines did not go unnoticed, and all of the ships in the battlegroup contributed several VLASROC and Sea Lance missiles, which were fired at the launch positions. In addition, a trio of Conqueror submarines that were approaching the OC fleet, also detected the launch, sending 18 torpedoes of their own against 6 of the subs (3 torpedoes per sub).
As the incoming torpedoes approached the task force, the ships began firing off countermeasures and maneuvering. 7 torpedoes were fooled into striking the countermeasures, with another 4 failing to acquire any targets, harmlessly driving past until they ran out of power. The remaining weapons struck 5 ships, including both Toryus, 2 Hiragis, and one Firestorm.

Battleship Koryu, Task Force Shoryu
The Koryu was struck with 3 torpedoes, with two striking amidships and one near the stern. The ship, however, benefitted greatly from the massive efforts its designers had put into torpedo protection, and even the TMN torpedoes were well within the hull's tolerance (2000 lbs TNT - torpedo is about equal to 1600). Because of this, the first torpedo hit had virtually no effect whatsoever, being completely absorbed by the hull. However, when combined with a second strike close by, the belt was overwhelmed, and a force equivalent to several hundred pounds of TNT impacted against the main hull, causing moderate structural damage, and limiting the ship's ability to maneuver. The third torpedo struck near the stern, and while it too was completely absorbed by the armor belt, the ship's propellers were not so protected, and two of them were damaged by the shockwave, cutting the ship's speed by 35%. Though her speed and maneuverability were notably cut down, the ship was still in the fight.

Battleship Shoryu
The Shoryu was hit with only 2 torpedoes, with one striking forward and one amidships. Her defensive systems easily counted the torpedoes, leaving her virtually unaffected.

Arsenal Ship Sandstorm, Task Force Shoryu
Like the Shoryu, Sandstorm was struck with 2 torpedoes. However, unlike her much larger sister, she had nowhere near the torpedo protection to stop these weapons, and suffered significant structural damage. However, her VLS batteries were not compromised, so she was still in the fight.

Cruiser Katsuragi, Task Force Shoryu
Struck with 2 torpedoes forward (by the number 1 turret), the Katsuragi was quickly floundering, and an order was given to abandon ship. Several dozen crew members would go down with her, either killed or wounded in the initial explosion, or unable to escape before she went under.

Cruiser Asagiri, Task Force Shoryu
The final torpedo struck the cruiser Asagiri causing notable structural damage and disrupting her number 3 turret. Though badly damaged, she continued to pour fire onto the enemy fleet. There wouldn't be much chance to turn back anyway.

Omni Conglomerates, The City, Corporate Central District

"This Steve Doocy reporting for OCNN. Back to you in the news room, Neil."

"Thanks, Steve, now lets go over the tops stories of today. The stock prices of Soilent Green Inc. have risen to 45.89 a share, this is in defiance of the best efforts of the Board of Corporations member, Dracodyne Medical Technologies, and Aesir Phamacuticals. Soilent Green's promise to decrease our nations dependency on foreign foods by 60% seems to be the driving force behind this new company, and so far they have met their goal by almost half."

"Also in the headlines, the war in Omz is only about two weeks old, but so far the Omni Conglomerates Military Forces spokesman, Non-active Field General Howard Temple says that the war is going well and we should see very good results within the next few months."

"In other news, our long time allies and trading partners, The Christian Senatoriat of Sniper Country, have made a motion to join the U.N. While our nation's official stance towards the United Nations has been neutral in the past, it has always been clear that our nation has a definite animosity towards the U.N. and the liberal goals it stands for. The head of PhilCass Arms Manufacturing had the following to say..."

"This move by Sniper Country does, in no way, jeopardize our long standing alliance and friendship. If anything, we look at this as an opportunity. We now have a strong ally in the U.N., and this allows us to better ensure that our nation's goals of economic, military, philisophical, and theological autonomy from the rest of the world. We shall continue as we always have, selling our goods to those who will buy them without any restrictions or intervention from foreign entities."

"This statement seemed to have a very postive ring don't you think, Jane?"

"Yes, Neil, and it came at a good time, because PhilCass Arms was also able to use this press conference to unveil their new Heavy Mechanized Combat Exoskeleton. This suit of, as one person put it, 'powered armor' seemed to be fairly impressive. It is said to be able to resist up to eighty concentrated rounds of 7.62 ammuntion. For those of you who don't know what this means, we have OCNN correspondent, Steve Harrigan with more on the story..."


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Omni Conglomerates, Kinjal Plains Region, Ostoven Naval Facility

The fleet was gathered and ready. They ships had been checked and rechecked, and they were going to move out of the bay within the next twelve hours. They would take a day out and move towards the city and link up with a large floatilla of transports and supply ships. From there, the fleet would travel south until they reached the northern edge of Omzian waters. They would then travel down along the eastern edge of the Omzian coast till they reached Honjaksgrad where they would reinforce the troops there and proceed with other operations from there. Amongst the troops they would be carrying, were the 36th and 22nd Infantry Divisions, the 1st Mountain Division, and some high end military equipment. Total, the fleet would take roughly eight days to reach Honjaksgrad if there were no unforseen delays.

I'll post the numbers again:

Fleet Numbers:
Carriers: 12
Battlecruisers: 12
Cruisers: 26
Destroyers: 30
Frigates: 38
Submarines: 40 (20 Seawolf IV's/ 20 Tridents)
Patrol Boats: 80

OOC: Plus some odd number of transports, munitions vessels, cargo ships, and other miscellaneous ships that will be traveling with and supporting the fleet. It is a large number, but the ships listed will be the only real combatants in any naval engagement. Also, I have not got the numbers yet, because I am not yet done calculating the logistics for what I am about to do. Stay tuned for further updates.


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Hagras Bay

The fleet moved on at full steam, and the battlecruisers were in range. They were almost finished with locking in their firing solutions when a fiery rain from hell came down upon them. It was obvious the enemy wanted them finished quickly. First in was a rain of shells from enemy battleships. They came in fast and rained tiny bomblets upon the battlegroup. There was little large scale destruction, but several ships were having electrical malfunctions that the skeleton crews did not have the time or men to repair. Just a few moments later a large wave of missile streaked in causing more death and more destruction. The tight tortoise shell of ships that had been the battlegroup's best defense against the waves of enemy missiles faultered now. There weren't enough ships to put anti-missile defense measures into the air. There wasn't enough ammo shoot much down. There weren't enough crewmen left aboard to initiate damage control. One of the carriers was obliterated, and another was a sinking burning hulk. There wasn't enough left of it to sink. All told, nearly 20 missiles hit their mark on both carriers. One other carrier took a hit to the bridge and was not going anywhere anytime soon. A good number of the escorts were down after that attack as well. After the massive bombardment was over, the ships that could move left the ones that couldn't behind and the battlecruisers started to rain shells. They were forced to use manual calculations on one of the battlecruisers because of damage. It would mean they would have to estimate their targets in the fashion of the WW2 battleships. The other battlecruiser still had a majority of its equipment functioning, so it could fire off rounds normally. They would fire until their ammo was exhausted, or their ships were destroyed. Either one would not take long to occur. The first salvo would cosist of roughly 150 shells. The second salvo would begin five minutes after the first one ended.

Total Destroyed or Damaged:

[2] Carriers, Two gone, One dead in the water
[1] Battlecruiser, Operating at 62% normal operating level
[18] Frigates
[3] Cruisers, Two Destroyed, One Damaged
[2] Destroyers, One Damaged

Total Remaining:

[1] Carrier
[2] Battlecruisers, Both Damaged
[9] Frigates, Three Damaged
[2] Cruisers, One Damaged
[7] Destroyers, One Damaged
[1] Recon Boat, Still Has That Chrome Shine

OOC: That one carrier is still a threat radiation wise. Destroy it quickly. Also, I want to keep that recon boat till the end.


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Honjaksgrad, Northwestern, Inside of a Roadhouse

The Second Tier soldiers out of the 4th Special Operations Regiment were angry. Not for any particular reason, but their government approved dosage of testosterone/adrenaline soaked cocktails had made them itching for a kill. Within five minutes of their engagement, the Sniper Country forces there were engaging the enemy sent their positions over SECNET to SYNOP, and from SYNOP to them. The hopped into humvees and made their way at full speed toward to enemy positions. They would send two, five man, fireteams to the two embattled Sniper Country groups. They would operate with a radio transmitter detonator, because they would be operating in teams. Since the SEMTEX they had strapped to them was normally designed to explode with their pulse monitors showed that their lifesigns had stopped, they would now simply detonate when the lifesigns of every other man on the team had stopped to prevent "friendly fire".

The Wasps were on their second run now, and about 275,000 troops were now on Omz Soil, with another 24,000 very soon.

Operation: Smokey Field
1845
(Also part whatever of Drake Yemon)

"Ok, meet back here at 1900 hours and we'll move out then."
"Hooah!"

That was the response from the 400 some Ghosts seated in the shelled out museum. They got up and went back to their quarters. Most of them were in intact buildings, but some hade there CombaTents on streets and such. Drake Yemon along with his squad of 5 went back to their bank lobby setup to get their secondary guns.

"So Drake, do you know where we' be going?" Srg. Maj. McGuade asked.
"Can't say that I do 'Guade, all I know is that we're gonna be leavin' the city."
"Thank God, I was gettin' tired of this city, and the smell here is horrible. Ya' know?"
"Yeah I know." Drake responded. He sighed, it had been a long day at the checkpoint, and they had to shoot at a couple civilians. But now he was getting out. As he and Williams and McGuade walked in front, Cage and Deuck were following behind. His squad was a speciality one. Williams was a leader and a riflemen, but Cage was a Heavy Weapons and Deuck was a Demolitions Expert, he and McGuade played Sniper/Spotter. They both had assault/sniper rifles for a reason though. The MPR was a great weapon, but it was a little fragil unfourtatinally. Drake opened the door and held it for the rest of them. As they went in, Drake picked up his M4 SOPMOD and slung it over his back. He held his MPR in his hands, the steel felt good on his sweating hands. As McGuade grabbed the M98 and headed off after stuffing his pockets with MRE in the dried form. Deuck grabbed the claymores and the Smoke grenades. He saw Williams grab his M4 and a pocket bible. Drake had always been raised in a lax family that had never really forced a religion on him. They were Christians, but they never forced it on him. He never went to church, and so he never really cared. He watched as Williams read a little bit of it, then put it in his inside pocket. As he headed out, Drake remembered that he had to be back too. He jogged after the Staff Sergent.
"Sarg, wait up."
"Sure thing Yemon, what you need?" Williams responded.
"Nothin' Sarge, just wanna' talk to you for a secon', that ok?"
"Sure, what's on your mind soldier?"
"Well, sir, I want to know why you carry that bible with you when we go into battle? I mean, does it do anythin' for you?" Drake asked. He had had religious men before around him, but they kept to themselvs mostly.
"Well Drake," he stopped, "I carry it with me because GOD inspires me and when I battle, he gives me strength to live. That's we Yemon." Williams started walking again with him.
"Oh, I see sir. Thank you sir."
"Anytime, and if you want to know more about the Bible and GOD and Jesus, just talk to me, I'll be happy to share."
"Yes sir."

They reached the museum and sat down. Just 2 minutes later the Commander addressed them again.
"Alright, your Jeep's are a Block that way, Move out!"
With that, they all yelled "Hooah!" and moved toward the Jeep's.

Opearation: Smokey Field
1927

The Jeeps had exited the city and were on their way to the insertion point, a rather large clump of trees NW of the city. Their orders were to hold ground in their and wait for enemy forces. They wern't expected to come for a while, but some enegineers were with them along with parts for 1 SAM-B and one Patriot. As the 20 Jeeps road out, Drake was sitting next to McGuade.

"So Jack, you think we'll see action?" Drake asked, knowing the answer, but he didn't like the silence.
"Yes, they told us we would, and they're never wrong about that."
"Well, yeah, I know." Drake looked over the seat at Williams, who had his flashlight on, and he was reading his bible. Drake looked closer at what he was reading..."And death and the grave were thrown into the lake of fire..."
"Sarge, what does that mean?" Drake asked. Willams looked up from his reading,
"What part Yemon?"
"Verse 14, right there." As he pointed it out to him.
"Well, it means that all non-belivers in Jesus Christ will be condemed to Hell forever."
"Wow." Drake looked stoned, he couldn't belive that he understood that. So what's hell like... He wanted to ask, but didn't.
"Oh, ok, thanks Sarge."
"Not a problem."

The Jeeps stopped. They got out and ran into the woods, with orders scanning over their HUD's. The Jeeps turned around and went back for the rest of them. Williams led his squad to the assigned spot. Now they waited...

OOC: Note, the Smokey Field stuff I won't touch again until we get to that time.

IC:
J-MOB
12 Z-1c's were brought topside. The J-MOB was not part of Eager Dawn, but it still had a roll, it was in Operation: Early Bird. The Z-1c's were fueled and serviced, and 4 were loaded on the catapult. They were ready to launch all 12 at a moments notice.

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OOC: i'll make one tiny response to the first post, if you don't mind. The other full responses are coming tomorrow.

IC:

Interrogation

The police just lay there quietly, losing all his memory. It would be a long time before he could regain his consciousness. The small room is of course, windowless, and so small that the sall table there filled half of the room, as the fluorescent lights were the only source of light for the room.

The door-knocking officer heard a small bang against the metal door. It wasn't a usual bang, as it was so loud that he could hear it through the door. Confused of what's going on, he called up another police. "Menan, something's weird going here."

The other police, a taller man with a stronger build and round face, looked at him. "What?", he replied, staring at the officer. "I heard a bang... I don't think this recruit can fight anyways," the other officer replied back. "Oh well," Menan said.

The police, wearing kevlar beneath his suit, got his pistol -- a Garbon 9mm -- ready. Quickly he turned the knob as it squeaked, and slowly opened the door. "I'm just-"

Edo Bay, east coast of Clan Smoke Jaguar
With the increased threat caused by the newly departed OC fleet, numerous vessels that had been recently completed (or just finished refitting) had been quickly matched with any available units to provide reinforcements. Now, they were ready.
Six Medium and three Light Carrier Groups, backed up by a bombardment squadron and several other units, now began filtering out of the huge port facilities at Edo Bay. They would sail at maximum cruising speed to arrive at Omz222 as soon as possible.*


Battlegroup Atlas, Hagras Bay
The targets for the Sniper Country attack were not exactly the best ones, but the aircraft had managed to pull an attack at surprisingly close range, and more than a few ships focused too much attention on the fleeing fighters. Half a dozen missiles managed to get through the defenses, with all striking the Hercules. All six missiles only managed partial penetration, detonating in the cavity between the outer and inner hulls, and causing only a moderate degree of internal and external damage, and the ship was still capable of handeling flight operations.


Task Force Shoryu, Hagras Bay
As the range between the ships closed, the first rounds from the OC Battlecruisers began to fall around the unit. Many of these shells, particularly those from the more heavily damaged ship, were well off target. However, 10 rounds did score hits. Unfortunately for the battlecruisers, the excellent armor protection and design on the CSJ vessels was more than enough to stop the shells at this range. All 10 rounds were stripped by the decapping plate, and shattered upon impact with the main armor, doing minimal damage other than knocking some personnel and equipment around with their impact. One however, striking the rear deck of the Koryu, wasn't quite fended off, and the rear half of the shell managed to lodge itself in the deck armor even though the front was deflected into the sea. Another did slightly more damage, striking next to a 5" turret and knocking that gun completely out of action, along with killing all the crew.
With the end of the first salvo from the OC Battlecruisers, the CSJ ships began loading their own APC rounds. They'd fire 10 APC rounds from each gun before switching again.


Air Over Hagras Bay
With the aircraft assembled, the massive strike against the enemy fleet began to get underway. First in line were the primary SEAD and Jamming aircraft, which would fly in and launch HARMs to disable any operational radars. The follow-up would be the secondary SEAD, whose Tacit Rainbow missiles would patrol the skies above the ships, ensuring that any reactivated radars (or ones that survived the first wave) would be knocked out of commission as soon as they went online. Finally, the scores of strike aircraft would come in with their PGMs, free-fall bombs, and, in a few cases, remaining antiship missiles.


Air Over Honjaksgrad
An orbiting E-767 AWACS bird detected one of the "strike packages" over the city, and immediately directed one squadron each of F/A-22Cs and F-23Cs to make the intercept. With targeting information coming in from the AWACS, and longer-ranged missiles, they had the first shot, unleashing 48 ALRAAMs.



OOC:
For the air attack on the fleet: The Tacit Rainbow is a subsonic missile that loiters around for up to an hour, and then dives down on any enemy radar that appears. It can be programmed to strike only at specific radar(s).

For Eager Dawn: My CAP is not quite over the city. It's actually several dozen kilometers out (still a SAM and AAA threat from the city itself). Technically, my AWACS should detect all of the aircraft, as the radar can get low-flying targets out to 320 km, and even very stealthy ones at at least a similar range. However, it wouldn't be fun if none managed to slip through undetected. The missiles won't turn on their active seekers until they're almost on top of the targets, so reaction time is not much, and the engaged unit will suffer heavily.

*I'm posting my forces on the OOC thread, including when certain units will arrive.

Skies over Honjaksgrad -- E-767CL
1201

The orbiting E-767CL, high above the plains and not that far from the coastal city, scanned the entire airspace along with its small escort of 3 F/A-22Cs. Crews inside were working on their huge computer consoles, trying to track any air traffic -- which is huge among the friendly side. With a much upgraded radar from Honjak Electrics, the radar sported a 360km raneg for low-flying targets, and over 420km for medium and high altitude targets. There weren't much rough terrains to provide a lot of terrain masks for the enemy, so the crews didn't worry too much. Suddenly, a storm of aircraft appeared, and soon a scattering of low-flying helicopters. A young female operator nearly dropped his jaw and yelled, as other operators worked to classify them and communicate with the CAP flights promptly. "All informed," one announced not long times after the discovery.

With that, the AWACS aircraft itself quickly provided another series of commands to both Omzian and Smoke Jaguar commands, and relayed the information to a nearby C-130 airborne command post even further. Within the minutes, the Army and the Air Defence were also notified of the sudden change.

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Skies over Honjaksgrad -- Omzian CAP Flights
1201

The Omzian F/A-22Cs, a total of 22 of them, were not caught offguard as the AWACS gave out frantic warnings about the enemy aircraft nearby. Quickly, 16 of them were directed to directly intercept the mass of aircraft, as the rest kept on alert. It was exactly like what they were taught against: massed enemy aircraft. Although these Z-1s didn't provide a huge threat for them in terms of technology, they did in numbers. The pilots inside these Raptors also know that they may lose their lives, but they still decided to stand up against the enemy in a total of 4 "mini-flights". Their powerful radars, already locking onto 4 different targets each using the look-down and shoot-down feature, quickly provided them with much information. Soon all the 16 Raptors dived down from their medium-high altitude cruise, and engaged their afterburners. The planes quickly kicked to Mach 1.9 with their fuel tanks attached, while diving down to a medium altitude. With this, the RWR quickly flashed with a multitudes of warnings about Patriot radars, although they kept an eye on the warning systems and were confident that at least the stealth could mask them from the radars at long ranges. Instead, they contacted the SMoke Jaguar ground attack units, to attack these radars.

Hurling down onto the enemy fighters, they quickly unleashed the missiles. With a setting of mid course updates and terminal active radar homing, the weapons bay quickly opened, and unleashed a total of 64 of these missiles at the lead enemy fighters, the LPI (low probability of intercept -- radars that are harder to detect by radar warning receivers) radars informing them that the enemy fighters were still 42km away. Soon they were going to the center of the city,but they did their best to not go there. "Bravo and Cindy flights, Fox three," the flight leader, Major Glanovans, informed the whole flight himself.

Knowing that another total of 20 F/A-22Cs and 10 F/A-160s will arrive soon to intercept the enemy fighters, plus the Smoke Jaguar aircraft nearby, they kept their confidents high.

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170km from Honjaksgrad -- Alkana AFB
1212

A group of officers walked on a dirt strip towards a building, past the anti-air artillery and SAM emplacements (mainly Vespa and Mist Lynx Linebackers), a row of hardened aircraft shelters, plus a row of wooden "F/A-22Cs" and "F-15Es" -- it looked a bit fake when close, but it certainly looks realistic from the air -- on a tarmac. The officers were on heightened alert, and were instructed to escape when the enemy advances, although the Omzian forces already got the lines covered quite well. "So...", Cpt. Hanon Talonan started talking. "Are we going to send aircraft to that raid? We got a few one-sixties with ground attack capability here. We can't just keep waiting."

Major Ganor Yankana replied, "Well no, they got it all covered els-". He was quickly interrupted by a rushing officer. "Comrade Fanma, what's wrong?"

Fanma, a Colonel, quickly said. "The AWACS there at Hon detected a huge storm of aircraft, plus a bundle of Patriot radar units being brought up. Persumed to be intercepting the CAP flights, but they also seems to be travelling towards our direction. With the raid being delayed until further notice, a total of between 20 and 30 of our ground alert F/A-22Cs and another 20 or 30 F/A-160s carrying ground attack payloads are already scrambled, but we haven't got any data on the exact numbers from Clan Smoke Jaguar's forces. We need to get all of the 6 twenty-twos and 6 one-sixties at the air quickly. The aircrews are already notified, and the aircraft are already warm. Let's get into the bunkers, the gun and missile emplacements are notified, plus the Grendel emplacement nearby, do not worry."

The Major was still worried about the ground force. "What about the positions of the Army?", he asked. "Oh don't worry, they got enough defences," the Colonel replied rapidly.

As with this message, the officers quickly rushed in, as the aircraft began to take off from the only runway in this small base -- or rather, air strip.

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The Seas of Hagras

Seeing the majority of the Omni Conglomerates ships destroyed, the crews quickly had a little celebration, although were careful to be not caught offguard. The submarines were quickly expended with their missiles, and with the destroyers dead in water, the giant Marx class had few choices except to unleash the rain of 28 Harpoon (Block 2) missiles and 12 Tomahawk anti-ship missiles. Suddenly, missiles after missiles blasted flames and fires among the cluster of VLS cells at the front parts of the ship, and soon 26 Harpoons and 10 Tomahawks were fired, the Tomahawks aiming at the gradually weaker carriers and battlecruisers, and the rest at destroyers, cruisers, and frigates. The PT boat was also worth destroying, but commanders decided that it wasn't worth the missiles, so they would wait until it would be close enough to unleash gunfire.

With the warnings of enemy missiles, the air defence system quickly reacted. Ignoring the enemy aircraft, which are being intercepted, the radars showed a final storm of enemy missiles: a total of 206 Harpoons. The crews didn't care which ships they were targeted, as another wave of 22 SM-2MRs headed for the enemy missiles, along with a last resort of 24 ESSM (Evolved Sea Sparrows), downing 36 Harpoons. To the crews' suprise however, most of the missiles instead went for the Smoke Jaguar carriers. Nonetheless, as the few subsonic Harpoon missiles approprached the huge dreadnaught, the newly reloaded Dragon and Vanguard CIWS guns and PDM point defence missile launchers fired their heat-seeking PDM and "Stinger-B" missiles plus the 30mm rounds easily, downing another 10 Harpoons. The rest of the missiles, a total of 8 Harpoons, quickly impacted the ship, some penetrating the armor on the deck and severely damaging the small runway, aside from the interior. Fires also killed some crews, while systems and crews onboard bravely fought against the burning fuel. Other moderate damage were done to some of the gunports, although the 3 16-nch guns were still intact.

Captain Loran Garvanae-Ulanvas, a relatively middle-aged man, was quickly updated with the damage. He slowly stepped towards the windows of the top control tower, with his flames-filled eyes staring at the direction of enemy fleet positions. He received the news about the gun battle and the air war above them, and he was thinking about ways to get revenge. He also knew the ship already received moderate damages, but he bravely commanded his crews while looking at the seas with his old pair of binoculars. "People, get the ship to join the battle between the Smoke Jaguar battleship and the Omni Conglomerates ships. I don't care how damaged the ship is, but as long as the armor is not scraped badly, help our people and our ally."

A young sailor, persumed to be a recruit, stepped front and asked the high-ranked officer. "Captain... are you sure?", he asked carefully.

The Captain looked at the young lad, and raised his eyebrow. "Yes," he spoke the word slowly but boldly.

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Air Above Hagras -- Omzian A-6 Intruders

The 10 dual Harpoons-armed Intruders, joining the Smoke Jaguar aircraft, began their brave trek towards the Omni Conglomerates ships, already locking onto the enemy ships with their radars, primarily frigates and cruisers. Receiving the news of the Smoke Jaguar launches of the missiles, the bombardiers on the dual-seat aircraft quickly reviewed the targeting data for one last time. And it was finally time to launch these deadly arrows at the enemy.

Suddenly, at a flash of time, the lead aircraft's Harpoons (F model) quickly jettisoned from the hardpoints, and activated its rocket boosters before turning on the turbofan. The other group of aircraft followed suit, as the total of 20 Harpoons finally were fired, streaking towards the seas and skims over the waves, making fine adjustments in directions when needed.

With the Harpoons on their way, the Intruders continued slowly, to give mid-course updates to the Harpoon missiles. The suns gleaming down on the canopy, the pilots and bombardiers sat side by side, to fight together.

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Air Above Hagras -- Interceptors
1119

The impacts of the missiles quickly became news on the radars of the Omzian aircraft and ships, but that wasn't the end of the great ambush. The ships and the AWACS quickly notified that the enemy aircraft launched Harpoons, but the naval F-14F pilots knew that the Harpoons would be out of mid-course updates from the aircraft (which could decrease the performances of these missiles at long-ranges), since they themselves were trained to do so. Most of the F/A-22Cs still had 3 Cockatrices left each, while the F-14Fs still has 2 Cockatrices left, while the B/F-1Cs still had a small amount of 16 missiles. The AWACS haven't detected more enemy aircraft, and since it is unlikely that there would be more still taking off, the aircraft still rushed to intercept these planes with the best efforts. The F/A-22Cs quickly streaked at a speed of Mach 1.9, lightning up the afterburners, while the F-14Fs went Mach 2.1. With a sudden, the flight leaders instructed the final command, and the Raptors' weapons bay opened. Another 32 Cockatrice missiles quickly dropped out and fired away, listening for any mid-course updates from the aircraft, and goes ready to activate their tiny radars at the terminal phase. The F-14Fs also expended their medium-range missiles, firing another 16 Cockatrices. The B/F-1Cs however, unleashed a total of 16 COckatrices from the rotatry launchers in the huge bomb bays, before turning away. The total of 64 missiles streaked across the bright sky, speeding at a speed exceeding Mach 4. As the enemy fighters broke away, the friendlies broke away too, most F/A-22Cs heading for the enemy Bearcats and the Tomcats, while the friendly Tomcat IIs plus a few F/A-22C headed for the enemy Super Hornets.

They would be in visual range sometimes soon, the pilots thought, and kept their eyes on the radar warning receivers and missile launch warnings. Although they were certainly exposed, they weren't afraid -- they have no reason to.

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Near the Zodiac Fleet
1136

The pilots in the targeted Comanche quickly saw the trail of smoke coming from what it apepars to be a missile, as it ejected flares. Nevertheless, the missile suddenly hit the windscreen, creating a fireball before the crew would remember what they were saying. At the flash of moment, this giant fireball rained down onto the group of Zodiacs not too high, giving a final revenge to the enemy.

The other helicopter went crazy as they saw the fireball. The pilots were fierce Army fighters too, and they wanted revenge. As the crowds of helicopters fired the Hydras and chain guns, they saw destruction, while they can also see the red streams of small arms fires. Luckily, the small arms fire had minimal impact, but they still feared and thought about whether the enemy will pop up a few RPGs, or even more deadlier, emptying their machine gun ammos at the rotors. The helicopters nontheless jerked as the gunners continued to aim and fire the machine gun across the escaping Zodiacs. The sight didn't quite fit the scene of a sunny sky, but it was certainly a sight. The young pilots learned about war.

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Near 1st Battalion
1250

The remaining vehicles stood there and combated the enemy troops with all their might, the machine guns continued firing as the hatch remained closed for the gunner to be inside. The lead tank, with communication equipments, quickly contacted nearby forces for a quick close air support and standby of artillery vehicles. The CFVs, while continued to travel, continued to spit out irs devastating 30mm rounds at the enemy troops, hundreds of them continuesly flashed from the barrel onto the general location of the enemy troops, searching for the enemy primarily through the IR sights. As soldiers reported sniper fire as 2 soldiers fell dead instantly, the vehicles quickly moved while continuing to provide the little fire support. With the TOW missile however, since the enemy were unable to provide targeting as they streaked from the tubes, lost transmission from the wires and fell nearby, although the vehicles still were affected by the blasts.

As the remaining 26 soldiers fighted in the fierce firefight, the enemy ambush certainly isn't a factor that brings their morale up, although the killings of several enemy soldiers didn't excite them either. One soldier, Private Gansar Lono, fired his reloaded O18 crazily at the enemy soldiers with the new 6.8mm rounds before being hit severely by an enemy soldier firing pistols. However, another pack of five soldiers fired at the sprinting enemy soldiers with their 5.56mm and 6.8mm rounds at medium ranges, to stop the enemy firing the pistols at close ranges. However, 2 soldiers were immediately killed again, when sniper fire continued, as many soldiers changed their positions and fired again. Some other soldiers, about five to eight, also fired on those firing at the Humvees, with 2 of these Humvees already turned into flaming junk, although two still were killed and one wounded in this second firefight. Another soldier, a Sergeant, suddenly saw a small group of enemy soldiers crawling towards a small group of his fellow comrades, as he ran in front, trhew a frag grenade, and yelled "frag out" in front of the friendly soldiers. He was shot immediately in the chest and fell as a tall brick, but he might as well saved the lives of his cormades.

All they know, is that either they will die, or they will retreat. Hopefully these are the only soldiers they'll counter.

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OOC: No, I still haven't forgot about this -- just that my response is delayed. Sorry for that.

Above The Desert -- The LZ of SC Paratroopers

The A-114s and F/A-160s searched the entire area, what it seems to be a great land of dust. The pilots looked over the horizon, and all they could see is endless desert, with no water or any surviving creature. Maybe they just missed the positions these troops are digging in, but they were sure that there are enemies in the reported area, and their enemies couldn't set up camoflauge that quickly. However, they decided another way. Since there is just endless desert, no village could ever existed, so they radioed the Air Force and Army channels, and hoped that they could contribute to utterly destroy the enemy.

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Approx. 70km from the LZ -- Vanorank Garrison Point

The small garrison -- or rather, an Army base sat at the desert with its company fo air defence and a helicopter detachment, housing a small force of about 800 soldiers. They were designed to be on patrol in the large -- but not vast -- desert beside them. With the invasion however, the soldiers were switched to those from divisions from the III Corps, armed with armor, mechanized vehicles, air defence, helicopters, and most important of all, artillery.

Suddenly, a few lines of artillery vehicles -- mostly MLRS trucks and Cavalier self-propelled artillery pieces moved from the base to somewhere. Only time will tell. The desert sun shined on the small shrubs, as they slowly moved off the horizon.

Operation: Eager Dawn

Wave 1

The 200 saw their primitive radars show incoming missiles, the first 10 deployed all of their countermeasures. They twisted and spun in the sky, but only 1 of the front ten survived the ALRAAM's. The second 10 were a little luckier, as only 6 were shot down. Overall, of the front 50, 17 remained up. 5 of the ones up had been hit, but they were only lightly damaged. Bravo was luckier then the rest, as only 24 of the 64 Omz-launched missiles came their way. 11 planes were down, but the rest, save 2, were intact. Charlie had 32 of the Omz Missiles come their way. Another 16 were dropped out of the sky, with 3 being damaged. The ones that knew they were goners hit the emergncy switich. All air munitions were launched off, and it ejects the pilot. Of the 60 planes shot down, 14 pilots were now dropping into Hon for pickup by BAF. Also, from the 60 shot down, 38 got to the button in time for the munitions to be launched. So, 152 Sidewinders were launched at the enemy aircraft, but none were locked.

Alpha
"All remaining units report in!" Alpha leader, Major Bric Tallman screamed into his tactical mic. He was frantic as he knew from his line alone, he was the sole survivor.
"This is Alpha 2, I have four of us, Alpha, Delta, Foxtrot, and Hotel."
"Alpha 3, I don't know, I think I'm th- oh shit, si-..." Static could be heard.
"This is Bravo of line 3, we have 5 up, Bravo, Charlie, Delta, Echo, and Juliet." Lt. Major Umprea said. The rest of the reporting in went mostly the same.
"Alright, open fire, code 4." Major Tallman said. The 90 planes left in Alpha through Charlie launched 2 of their Sidewinders each. A total of 180 sidewinders were lanuched at the planes that they could see, which they were getting 6 planes total.

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OOC: Again, a "pre-post", once again dealing with the interrogation part. With this, SC could post another response, and I'm hoping that we could get to the "Taking Ty to the cave" part quickly.

Interrogation

The officer wasn't fully aware of what happened as the 9mm bullets streaked at supersonic speeds and penetrated his thin clothings and skin, just above his kevlar armor. He quickly felt a sharp pain as he fell and held his hand against the sharp wound, blood flowing out and flesh soaking the uniform. With the loud boom sound, he knew what happened. Quickly yelling "there -" in Omzian, it was not long before he was silenced.

Upon the gunshot, the civilians and police outside the small room quickly took notice of them. With the second gunshot, the citizens quickly ducked down: at chairs, under the desk, and some even dropped at the doorways, putting their arms and hands over their arms. The police however, quickly rushed in. The lead one, Menan, quickly kicked the door violently and took notice of the two living bodies, as he seemed to have whispered to another policeman -- or rather, a policewoman. Within a flash of a few seconds, four officers rounded up the small, windowless room at the door -- which was fifty-perfent opened.

Menan continued to hold up his pistol, and stared at Ty's eyes. If he shot another bullet, they would definately shoot back at him. If he tries to escape, it would be not long until someone finally gets a notice of him. The sweat stayed on Menan's face, but he already had forgotten about the summer sun.

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Sies Over Honjaksgrad -- E-767CL

The crews onboard patiently while frightenly watched the whole engagement process, with confirmations of missile launches, and confirmations of over 50 enemy aircraft instantly destroyed in the first blow, they in emotions of both happiness and shock. With the additional enemy F-14D and F/A-18IE coming however, they continued to wait for more information, and most important of all, the fate of the Omzian and Smoke Jaguar aircraft.

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Skies Over Honjaksgrad -- Omzian Interception Flight

The group of Omzian fighter aircraft continued or had just began their supersonic flight over the beautiful landscape, showing farmlands and small forests of trees, among the clear blue sky over the Honjaksgrad area. The thirty-six Omzian F/A-22Cs from two squadron in the Third Composite Air Wing, eighteen were carrying a full interception load of two fuel tanks, ten ALRAAM L/MRAAMs (six internal, four external) and two Scorpions while the other eighteen had the ALRAAM missiles replaced by the shorter-ranged but slightly faster Cockatrice MRAAMs. The ALRAAM missiles on the first major flight was also divided: the four externally-mounted ALRAAMs were having a powerful IR seeker, while the other six missiles has a different active radar homing seeker, both for terminal homing. Another twenty-seven F/A-160Bs from the same wing also accompanied the Omzian F/A-22Cs, a total of 21 were carrying a fuel tank, four Scorpion SRAAMs and six Cockatrice MRAAMs, while the other six carried a fuel tank, a powerful HARM targeting pod, 4 AGM-88E HARM (or rather, AARGM), and two Cockatrice MRAAM and two Scorpion SRAAMs for self-protection. All had plenty of dual purpose armor-piercing-incrediary Vulcan rounds for safe measures.

The major flights, designated Alpha, Beta, Carbon, and Dragon, were in full communications, and the first three flights had already locked onto their targets -- three for each F/A-22Cs, and two each intercepting F/A-160Bs, while the radar-suppressing F/A-160Bs isn't very far from having their targeting pod's crosshair on the enemy radars. However, with the news of the Sniper Country naval fighters appearing however, the Alpha flight (consisted of eighteen F/A-18Cs or three small "sub-flights") was quickly directed to deal with the Sniper Country aircraft, breaking the lock on the Barbarosean aircraft and locking onto two enemy aircraft each, and the Beta flight (18 F/A-22Cs) had their radars locked onto three Barbarosean Z-1s each.

Finally, Lieutenant Colonel Yanoran, a veteran pilot and the head of the F/A-22C squadron where the Alpha flight is from, himself ordered in the communications. "Flight Alpha, this is flight leader, engage bandits at niner-four clicks, all clear!" He didn't quite bother to use brevity, although that is much of a mistake to him than benefit. "Fox three," he later said over the comm.

With this, the first flight began their interception of Sniper Country aircraft. At a range of 93km, barely the range of their ALRAAM missiles, they released four missiles each (or 72 missiles in total) at the maximum range at their targets (which mostly composed of F-14s as their radar systems proved to be a huge threat, but some F/A-18s were also targeted), two each (or 36 in total) with active-radar homing as a mean of terminal homing, and two each (again, 36 in total) with IR homing as a mean of terminal homing. The missiles would follow the command of the "master" aircraft, before turning on its own inertial guidance towards the target. This way, the pilots hoped that the active radar homing ones can distract the enemy fighter to care less about the IR-homing ones, which Soviet planners had hoped before. However, as the missile are not yet in the "no-escape zone" and can still bleed off energy at the long range, they kept the remaining six ALRAAMs ready.

The Beta flight however, fully broke away from the Alpha flight, and were ready to engage the Baroarosean aircraft -- especially those at the end. Quickly firing at a range of about 60km, they confirmed with the existing CAP flight and unleashed a round of four Cockatrice missiles each, or 72 missiles in total -- one on each target, the missiles quickly activating their radar and streaked away. However, the pilots knew that these missiles will be a tiny bit easier to evade than those fired at shorter ranges, so they hung onto the remaining six Cockatrice missiles. The fired Cockatrice missiles would be under command and updates from the Omzian F/A-22Cs, before also activating its own inertial guidance and activating active-radar homing at the terminal phase.

The Carbon flight (composed of a grand total of 21 air-to-air F/A-160Bs) was somehow different from the F/A-22C pilots, which were trained for air-to-air duties and to conduct percision bombing against "key" targets with its stealthy characteristics. Being trained to be fully multirole, they were not fully expertised in air-to-air and are not very much trained at the area of interception of a cloud of enemy aircraft, but still were very well trained. The pilots quickly confirmed with each other and continued their lock. Finally, they released three Cockatrice missiles each -- or 63 missiles in total -- at the enemy fighters. Immediately after that they jettissoning their fuel tank and conducted deep maneuvers to break possible enemy radar attentions, their light bodies providing a huge advantage when dogfighting against heavier opponents.

The Delta flight, composed of only 6 anti-radar armed F/A-160Bs, continued their flight with a distance of just sixty km away from the city. Their radar warning receiver beeped with activity from enemy Patriot PAC-2 radars, and they were fully ready to engage. But it would still take some moments before they actually do engage.

With this, the airspace was once again reactivated with the second series of air wars -- filled with all kinds of bulky flying metals and streaking rockets, the airspace is now a huge stadium, filled with aircraft with their pilots eager to start a bloodbath and fireball. Only god knows who will win, but the Omzian pilots would be eager to find out.

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OOC: Another note -- these missiles, unlike the Scorpion SRAAMs I will use, has a blast-frag warhead weighting to 66lb -- enough to shred almost any of their target if they explode a few -- or even several -- meters away from the target.

Skies Over Honjaksgrad -- Omzian F/A-22Cs

"Cindy Flight, Cindy zero two two, three bandits destroyed, designated contacts faded, one firing trashed. Bandits bearing two-niner, three-seven clicks, angels low, hot." Major Loran repeated. Despite what people may think, he hated the brevity codes he have to use throughout the flight -- especially the recent Omzian Air Force variant, but he had to live with it.

The group of 16 Omzian F/A-22Cs, seeing the enemy aircraft being destroyed, had much to celebrate. But there were still over one hundred left, and that didn't seemed to be a possible task for them. Nonetheless, the flight leader instructed them to go ahead and engage, and the pilots -- both yound and old -- listened, thinking about everything that could bring them glory and bring defeat to the enemy aircraft again. They already had another four targets locked in each aircraft through efficent communications and the software on the Raptors, which made engagement much easier as the pilots would tell. Checking and confirming for one last time, they all immediately fired all their Cockatrice MRAAMs that are mounted on the external hardpoints -- four missiles each aircraft -- and let them go, another 64 Cockatrice MRAAM headed towards the Barbarosean aircraft, just about 30km away from them. The missile will follow a short route with its own inertal guidance before enacting the seeker, and most of the pilots already unlocked the targets. But something went wrong.

Suddenly, the missile launch warning systems warned something about missile launches, before the accompanying aircraft actually heard six huge explosions -- before seeing six Raptors turning into fireballs instantly. Although the AIM-9X armament of the enemy fighter was horribly outranged by the Omzian Cockatrices, but not only the AIM-9Xs were not so easy to detect, but 30 sidewinders was simply too much to shrug off by the six aircraft. The total amount of 624lb worth of explosive shredded all of the 6 Raptors towards the end, the pilots quickly killed by the endless amount of shrapnel as fire emerged and burned the remaining metal pieces of the aircraft. The other aircraft watched in horror as the enemy has chosen the road of overkill, the explosion appeared clearly to the pilots as if it was beside them, even twenty meters away. But as the shrapnel also lightly damaged another three aircraft closeby and teared a very tiny portion of the structure away, but still operational. while their radar warning receivers beeped again: now, a total of 12 radars of F-14D Tomcats, persumed to be Sniper Country property, ahs already locked onto them.

"Cindy one, Cindy three, bogie dope," Captain Ganorans requested the information of the unknown aircraft -- persumed to be F-14Ds, as he tries to keep himself updated.

"Bravo and Cindy flights bogie confirmed. Twelve bandit fourteens, bearing three-five, nine-four clicks, angels medium, hot. Interception course, committed... missile launch detected one o'clock, defensive! Flight, break up-", Major Loran instructed before he engaged the series of manvuers while suddenly losing radar lock on four of the enemy aircraft because of the maneuvering.

"Copy."

"Cindy flight, music on!", the Major instructed the flight to turn on the tactical radar jammers for one last bit, before pulling the evasive.

It is evident that Sniper Country also has involvement in the attempt of regain air superiority. With warnings and finally missile launches, the remaining Omzian F/A-22Cs quickly initated a series of dives and climbs after jettissoning both fuel tanks, while activating their tactical radar jammers and ejecting tens and tens of both chaff and flare to achieve the effect of both breaking a radar lock and to shrug off the missile. The Phoenixes didn't quite scare the Omzian pilots off, since they had a good chance of escaping these missiles, which were designed to target non-maneuvering bombers and early cruise missiles. The Raptors, then tried to beam the missiles just like what the B-52Hs did over Hagras Bay, and continued to eject chaff and flares. With the missile becoming closer, they initated a quick climb, and finally bleeded off the missile's energy. As 6 Phoenixes missile fell as their target -- the burnt-out F/A-22Cs -- were destroyed, still three targeted F/A-22Cs were hit by the nearby explosions and shrapnels of the Phoenix's huge warhead, sending the three into fireballs, as the three pilots ejected over the distant countrysides, already planning their escape from harm.

"Cindy one, Cindy three, request permission to attack zed-ones," the Captain continued to ask for permission just after the narrow escape from the Phoenix missiles, wanting to attack the Barbarosean Z-1s to the end.

"Cindy three, Cindy one, cleared, commit" the Major urgently replied, also instructing to continue the interception of the Z-1s. They wished that the Smoke Jaguar aircraft and the newly-arrived Omzian aircraft would deal with the faraway enemy F-14s and F/A-18s, which are slowly emerging, while they clean up the rest.

It already seemed that half of the dispatched Omzian interception flight was destroyed. However, the rest of the seven again unleashed the last of their medium range missiles, a total of 14 Cockatrice MRAAMs breaking free from the weapons bays. Repeats of "Fox three, active" ringed through the communications, as the lead sorted through the menus in the LCD displays to check the state of the last eight aircraft. It would not be long before they have to unleash their deadliest of the deadliest -- Scorpion SRAAMs.

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Skies over Hagras Bay

After the clean-up of the enemy aircraft and destruction of a total of 101 enemy aircraft, it was certainly a huge feat for the squadrons the F/A-22Cs and the B/F-1Cs belonged to. The B/F-1Cs and many of the F/A-22Cs plus F-14Fs slowly drifted away to their homebase to see the destruction the enemy has done on Port Hagras, while another four F/A-22Cs, having enough fuel to do so. Armed with two remaining Scorpion MRAAMs each, the four fighters know that the remaining two F-14Ds still proves to be a threat. The enemy F-14Ds, already being "painted" by the F/A-22Cs' radars, was closely tracked, before a signal to engage was set.

"Lance flight, Lance one, engage bandits. Fox two, break down, engage defensive!," the flight lead instructed quickly. just as he took the press of the button as the symbols on the HUD changed. The weapons bays rapidly opened, the arm extended, and the Scorpion missiles quickly ejected and fired. Four other F/A-22Cs also followed suit, before taking a deep and sharp dive as an evasive action, while taking note of the enemy F-14Ds' activities though his radar warning receiver since his radar's lock had already been broken. They didn't use their helmet-mounted sight since they weren't quite in visual range -- yet. However, they backed up, and with another series of buttom pressing, they would again engage if the targets hasn't been destroyed.


However, the Scorpion missiles streaked towards their targets at a speed of Mach 2.8 silently, with their low-smoke radar.

It is a race of Raptors and Tomcats.

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Hagras Bay

With a huge amount of enemy pilots ejecting, as opposed to suicide, the crews aboard ONCS Marx couldn't care less. Alredy dispatched all four HH-60H Seahawks for Combat Search and Rescue, the helicopters slowly cruised over the bay on top of many enemy pilots, and attempting to get ahold of them. The armed crews onboard knew that there just isn't enough room. They expected something like sorties. It was like an ocean of men flating with their parachutes, and the helicopters just couldn't get ahold of them, which the absense of the helicopters from the two crippled and destroyed Omzian destroyers.

OOC: Maybe your pilots could start to climb onto the helicopter?

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Near First Battalion

The Omzian patrol is already beaten, but they decided to fight to the death as they would be done anyways, and perhaps get a "Order of the Republic" medal for doing so -- which are one of the top things in their dreams. At first, the crews of a tank saw what it seems to be a group of soldiers crawling onto a CFV, while a last radio transmission with reports of five enemy soldiers opening up the hatch and threw some grenades, before a end of the radio transmission. Somehow, the tank crews thought, that the enemy soldiers opened up an unsecured hatch and threw a few grenades to takeoff teh crews, ending all life inside the cramped space. Urgently however, they quickly decided to destroy the CFV to prevent the enemy from seizing one and examine them, since electronics and the likes may still be intact. With in a flash of time, a loud sound came out of the turret of the tank, just as a M964 APFSDS was released from the 120mm smoothbore, and not far away but also not near the tank, the dead CFV quickly turned into a blazing fireball. With this, the rest of the CFVs -- not that near the friendly soldiers, discharged smoke grenades from the dischargers to both harass the enemy soldiers around them and to protect themselves.

The enemy still proved to be a huge headache for the 19 Omzian soldiers. They were simply overwhelmed and possibly even crushed by what it seemed to be an endless amount of enemy forces. Although the Omzian CFVs and tanks somehow provided useful armored fire support, that clearly wasn't enough, and the crews within these vehicles know that they will soon run out of ammunition. As the combat continued, the CFVs charged with their 7.62mm coaxial machine guns primarily and fired 30mm rounds in short "bursts" to save 30mm ammunition, while the tanks continued to fire the 7.62mm, as there are still thousands of rounds left.

As the enemy soldier continued to surround he Omzian soldiers, five more fell as they were shot either in the stomach or chest, while others held against the enemy with continued 5.56mm and 6.8mm fire, reducing the number of remaining Omzian soldiers to only 14. An Omzian soldier also took out an O18 squad assualt weapon, as another cloud of 5.56mm rounds poured onto the enemy soldiers before being shot in the upper legs, but he still resisted the pain and fired crazily at the rushing enemy soldiers. Others however, continued to fire their M203 rounds onto the enemy, while other hurled frag grenades onto them. Then, with an additional 4 Omzian soldiers either wounded or already dead, the firepower of the Omzian soldier were further reduced.

A last call called out for some nearby Omzian Comanche helicopters on patrol, as the Omzian personnel hoped that the helicopters would come quick. A gunner inside the lead tank calculated, and it would be about one and a half minute before the Omzian helicopters would come. But in a situation like this, one minute is a long time. The gunner quickly took a peek at the clock.

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"Command Hut", 180km from Honjaksgrad

The "Command Hut" is just one of the position where Omzian commanders stayed, under a screen of air defence. This time including everything from Colonel Horanno-Andovan, to small Company Captains. As the news of the firefight reached to the hut however, an urgent meeting was conducted immediately. The Colonel, commander of the 25th Army Brigade "Dusty Roads", quickly briefed. "There has been a firefight between the patrols from the 3rd Armored Cavalry Regiment, fifth squadron, are experiencing heavy casulties. Army aviation from the same regiment will help out, and a shelling of the area is planned by the artillery people from our own division, but of course we have to react."

He looked around the small panel, mostly Lieutenant Colonels, Majors, and Captains. "The command is this. We need to dispatch parts of the 122nd Mechanized Infantry Battalion immediately for main infantry support, along with a portion from the 102nd Tank Battalion for heavy armor support if necessary. The total will be three companies from the 122nd, which equals to about 300 men, to a total of 22 Iron Cheetah ADS, although we were talking to send the more obile Timberwolfs, but that isn't in our division. And uh... Light artillery support is included, with company from some helos from army aviation. They will be travelling primarily via Humvees and IFVs, and they will be heading towards the enemy forces reported. The situation is urgent, and if the 122nd face more fire, we need to be prepared to send more men."

The men looked around, and Lt. Col. Ukarans, the commander of the 102nd Tank Battalion himself, answered. "But we will be travelling for over a hour...", he said before he was cut off by the Colonel. "No need to worry, most likely they will advance. If not, we need to obey the orders from the Central Command. Stay on alert whenever possible."

With this, the commanders got up by themselves. It is now time for action,a nd the units were already moving.

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Interrogation

Menan stared at Ty fiercely with distrust and superiority, before telling the policewoman in a orderly voice. "Standard procedure, get him out of here!", he roared, and to an instant snap the police officers got out their weapons again, while one got a handcuff and a piece of chain with links on both end, while another got what it seems to be blindfold. Suddenly, the group of three policemen crowded in and put Ty down, the face towards the cold tiles. Menan himself got a hold of Ty's arms and hands and attached the handcuff in a snap, while another attached the chain onto the to be putting putting something into Ty's ears to reduce the sound Ty would hear. Then Menan ordered, "get into the truck". Treatments of criminals didn't count in this case, but neither did they used injection. Time was cruical.

Suddenly, the four police officers got Ty up and got him outside, the ordinary citizens stared at the scene and the officers -- and most importantly, Ty -- coldly, while an ambulance was ready to leave to take both injured police officers for treatment. It was a frightening thing, they thought, as the officers opened the door and left. Stepping towards a police van, the officers quickly put him at the back of the van, lying on what it seemed to be like a strecher. On the front end -- separated by a piece of black-painted glass and an attached metal cage from the back -- Menan quickly started the engines while another three policemen sat beside and behind him, while the fifth policeman guarded Ty at the back.

With a small "vroom" sound, the van started to move. They would be travelling for some time, before getting off again.

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Honjaksgrad, Far Outskirts

The four units of 2nd Tier Spec Ops were very near the action. (About 5kms) Two units would leave their hummers behind and sprint in on foot. The other two would take three men out of their hummer and leave one inside to drive and the other to man the TOW launcher mounted on the one vehicle and the GEC minigun on the other. The first unit, dubbed Babykiller, had armed two men toting dual M249 PARAS, one man with an auto flachette rifle, one man with a pair of specially designed handheld SMG's similar in design to the Uzi with ammo belts leading from the gun to a backpack on the man's back that held nothing but ammo , and the last was carrying an unusual number of HE, WP, and Pellet grenades along with his standard issue Pancor Combat Shotgun. The second unit, dubbed Merciless was more ranged with two men toting FN-MAG's, one sporting a Dragunov, and the last two weilding flamethrowers. Lastly, the third and forth, named Sadist and Super-soldier consecutively, kept two men in each of their humvees, and had the other three in each unit using a combination of M249 PARAS, flamethrowers, and combat shotguns with the exception of one soldier toting a heavily customized handheld miniguun with a large pack about half the size of the man filled with ammo. The units would split up an come in on either side of the action with each group taking a humvee. Every man who could amoungst the four units also had an AT4 rocket launcher. Within the next ten minutes they would be on the scene and would explode into action killing as many of the enemy as possible and then moving on to find more enemy soldiers to kill until the drugs wore off, they ran out of ammo, or they ran out of blood.

Honjaksgrad, The Underground

The soldiers of The Omni Conglomerates dubbed the collective maze of sewers, subways, and random interconnecting tunnels The Underground. They thought it sounded appropriate for the area and it would serve as a good general location for radio chatter when one couldn't be specific. They were of the understanding that there was another air battle going on, not that they cared. The only way that would effect the ground troops is if they began to carpet bomb the city. The soldiers doubted that would happen, because they doubted their enemy had the will to destroy an entire city. Down in the sewers two special operations operators walked along rather calmly despite the occasional explosion.

"So, when do you think we will get to see some action?" said Corporal Jimmy.

"I doubt we will actually see as much action in this war as we did working as military police back in The City. These Omzian and Clanner troops seem to have a strong tendancy towards naval and aerial warfare." said Lt. Howard.

"But why, sir? Why focus all of their efforts with massive navies and large air armadas? If they can't keep any soldiers on the ground, what is the point?" asked Cpl. Jimmy.

"It has a whole lot to do with the modernist war era and the belief that those with the shiniest gadgets will win. The point of having a strong navy and air force is simply to ensure that they won't have to deal with the ground forces. It involves the philosophy that a person can win a war simply by keeping the enemy off of their land. I could go into more detail, but the explanation would require you take a class on post-modernist society and the soon to come bioeconomic era," replied Lt. Howard.

"Wow, that sure is a whole lot of information to take in at one time Lt. Howard!" said Cpl Jimmy

"It sure is Jimmy, it sure is," said Lt. Howard.

[OOC: If anyone was confused by that, it was a pun on old-style 50's era television series with a hint of satire towards post-modernist ideals, I just felt it was neccesary to put one of those in at some point in the RP]


Hagras Bay

[OOC: Being as tired with naval warfare as I am, I am going to try and finish out this naval battle in either this post or the next post, so don't add a whole lot of new stuff or technical detail. Just kill my ships and be done with it.]

The battle group was beaten. The zodiacs were on the shore on the far side of Hagras Bay and were getting ready to make a long arduous trek towards Honjaksgrad. The remaining ships were low on ammo, but they would launch off as many salvoes as they could before they were sunk by the enemy. The battlecruisers, though damaged, would keep firing round after round from their massive cannons as they closed the distance between the Clannerships and their own turning to head at full steam straight towards them. The PT Boat, OCS Baerserkang, still had its full crew of ten. It would fight to the bitter end. The aircraft that had previously been guarding over the carriers now had no reason to stay there. They went out in groups of ten to make wave attacks on any enemy ship or plane they could find. (Thats 10 fighters to a group:F-22's, F-14D's, and F-18IE's/ There are roughly 350 fighter jets still flying around out there since no one ever posted shooting any of them down after a while) One group of planes flew near where the SC zodiac fleet was last heard from. The would render any assistance they could to the Sniper zodiacs and shoot down anything that harassed them. They hoped to be able to escort them to the landing point where the OC marines had likely already landed.

[There will be an OCC post that will deal with any issues you might have.]

Forward airfields, 350 km from Honjaksgrad
The blare of the sirens could be heard all across the base, and crews and aircraft were rapidly getting ready for action, cranking things up as quickly as they could. Naturally, the 4 rapid response squadrons (1 F/A-22C, 1 F-23C, 2 F-35A), with their planes already fueled and loaded, were the first up, the last aircraft being airborne within 7 minutes. Other aircraft would launch as soon as they were ready, but these planes would have to help hold things together until they could get there. Going at full speed, it would be 6 minutes before the F/A-22s and F-23s were in missile range, with the slower F-35s coming in a minute later.


264th Fighter Squadron (Renegades), near Honjaksgrad
Captain Richard Osis was almost ecstatic. According to the AWACS, no less than 3 of his 4 missiles had hit, bringing him up to 5 confirmed kills. He was now officially an ace!
The other data transmitted via the AWACS birds was rather surprising. Dozens of missiles, with few of them having any chance of intercepting any of the CSJ or Omzian birds, were nonetheless streaking out from the Barbarosean aircraft. Captain Richard Osis whistled softly. Such a waste, he thought to himself. I wonder what on earth these guys are thinking.
Lost in thought for a second, a sharp remark from Major Christen Mehta, the squadron commander, brought him back. With each aircraft having 6 each of Cockatrice and Scorpion missiles remaining, they’d be pushing their advantage further, and the 12 F/A-22s from the 264th were to advance and engage the enemy while the F-23s of the 268th flew cover. As he led his flight of 6 aircraft away, Captain Osis felt mixed emotions. On one hand, he was happy for the excitement and the chance to shoot up more enemy aircraft, but on the other, he couldn’t help but feel a tinge of envy for the Major. After all, she was getting it easy, just sitting back and guarding the AWACS.
Oh well, not much I can do about it, he thought, as he locked onto another enemy fighter and launched a pair of Cockatrice missiles to join the 22 being fired by his squadron mates. This should get interesting.


48th Tactical Fighter Squadron (Wild Cards), on patrol 240 km from Honjaksgrad
When she heard the call identifying bandits over Honjaksgrad, Major Tabitha Williams paid little attention. However, when the call for assistance came in, she got a little apprehensive, and a little angry. Can’t those idiots handle a few enemy fighters on their own, she though. Nonetheless, despite her annoyance, she responded immediately to the request, pulling A and B flights with her to help the situation. C flight would have to maintain the patrol on its own, though half a dozen F/A-22Cs would hardly be enough to hold out if the enemy launched a determined strike this way too.


183rd Fighter Squadron (Arrowheads), on patrol 300 km from Honjaksgrad
1st Lieutenant Kimeno Soichi, Section 2, C Flight, 183rd Fighter Squadron was happy with the news. Apparently, several dozen enemy aircraft had made an attempt to regain air superiority from the allied forces, and the units on patrol needed assistance. Moreover, HE WAS GOING INTO COMBAT!! Upon receiving the request, Lieutenant Amagiwa had dispatched C Flight to assist, and that meant him. Now was finally his chance to prove himself.


Task Force Shoryu, Hagras Bay
As the range to the enemy fleet closed, the battleships continued to trade blows with the OC Battlecruisers. Koryu had taken several more hits, and her Turret 3 was now out of action, 2 enemy shells striking it head on and warping the guns. She’d also sustained notable damage to her superstructure, and her hangar had been blown apart. Shoryu on the other hand, was not taking as much fire. Naturally, the enemy would concentrate on one ship (in this case, the battered Koryu) and take them on one at a time. After all, the CSJ ships were doing the same thing, concentrating their fire on the battlecruiser that still had its fire control intact.
However, now that they were so close to the enemy fleet, they added a new dimension to the battle. Every ship in the task force opened up on the aircraft overhead, which were now well within range of the hundreds of ESSM missiles carried by the ships, as well as the remaining NADSAMs.


Joint Strike Force, over Hagras Bay
With all available aircraft from 6 carriers being thrown into the fray, things would definitely be tough on the enemy. The strike was finally initiated as 72 fighters unleashed their missiles into the enemy air patrol, with a total of 144 AERAAM and 216 ALRAAM missiles being fired into the enemy force from an average range of 120 km. Accompanying the first strike wave with its HARM missiles. Shortly thereafter, 24 S-67 Kingfishers unleashed their 96 AGM-84G Harpoons, their entire contribution to the strike. Soon, 192 dedicated strike aircraft would descend on the enemy ships with an array of PGMs.



OOC: To make things easier with the air war, I'm modifying this so that the major strike is occurring now, rather than when it originally was intended to. Also, the reason I have so many aircraft is that those two Nicholas Kerensky ships I noted were coming up from the south have launched all their combat and ASW aircraft (72 combat and 8 ASW aircraft each). That accounts for just over half the force.
This also means that the way out of Hagras bay is blocked. Few, if any, zodiacs will be getting back to Honjaksgrad.

For OC's huge aircraft force, I'll let it go. However, with so many aircraft up there and the amount of space they'd be in. It will not be unlikely for a large weapon like the NADSAM or AERAAM to take out 2 or 3 aircraft with just one missile. There's quite a lethal blast radius with those.
And for the ESSMs (Evolved Sea Sparrow Missiles), they're medium range (50 km) weapons that can outmaneuver any aircraft out there (rated at 50G). There's several hundred of them because every ship above frigate size has at least 48 (with no less than 32 on any frigate), and about a dozen ships remain in that task force. Give it say, 750 remaining medium and long-range SAMs, all told.

OOC: Since Barb is still not posting, I'll post the parts of the ground and naval battles then.

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Near 1st Battalion

The Omzian patrol is taking heavy losses, and they already knew that they are going to perish. The tank crews of the leading "command tank", just received the news that inforcements are coming, had more joy in their minds, although they are still not sure if they'll survive in the armored shell known as a tank. Hearing a sudden loud explosion outside while feeling some kind of shock, the loader looked up. "What the hell...", he said to himself, in a short state of confusion. But he figured that opening up the hatch instead of laying under the armored protection at this current state wouldn't be too good for him. He was correct. However, the tank continued to fire the "embedded" coaxial 7.72 onto the enemy positions mostly trying to limit the enemies' capabilities, the crews looking through the thermal and optical sights. The CFVs however, continued with their 30mm firing, again at small bursts.

For the remaining ten Omzian soldiers however, it is now up to them as soldiers to inflict as much damage as possible. Firing M203 rounds, 5.56mm rounds from SAWs and assualt rifles all they could, and throwing grenades at enemy positions made them as crazy as they could to get rid of some more soldiers, they quickly broke up into four groups while the injured one kept firing before he was shot again at the chest and stomach at the side. As the enemy tossed WP grenades, the Omzian soldiers quickly felt a burn as they continued to fire at suspected enemy locations through the smoke, while trying to be as "mobile" and changing positions as possible. In retaliation, the Omzian soldiers tossed back their WP greandes at where the enemy has fired, to reduce visibility.

Then suddenly, there was a huge explosion. It seemed that the enemy has fired some kind of rocket at the Omzian soldiers, and four lives quickly perished. The rest, lacking much firepower, quickly jumped onto the last intact HMMWVs and fired the Mk.19 grenade launchers (which still has some load of HE rounds) while other provided additional machine gun cover. But with a further four shot, there was only 2 soldiers remaining intact: Private Unaranbos and Private First Class Horan. Private Unaranbos, tracked the approximate area of the source in which the rocket was fired, and he quickly directed fire at that area while Private First Class Horan tossed three more frag grenades until his last one. However, they didn't stand quite much of a chance against the cloud of enemy soldiers, for what it seemed like thousands.

Finally, the command went through: the Omzian patrol is retreating. The remaining two Omzian soldiers quickly tried to get onto the HMMWV while Horan provided fire cover as he fired onto the enemy soldiers, before being shot on the left arm himself, before Unaranbos took over and Horan tried to drive. As the commander inside the tank instructed however, the CFVs and the tank quickly retreated toward an enemy concentration, firing a blaze of .50 cal rouds while the CFVs fired its .50cal and 30mm at other concentrations of enemy soldiers for a last hope. Then, they all drove , perhaps clearing a way, or perhaps preparing to physically crush some soldiers. The commander quickly inputed some parameters and the likes into a console, which would be forwarded for the shelling which will happen later.

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Around Honjaksgrad -- Mobilization

Men were seen gathering all around, as aircraft not so away got organized, too. They knew that they were expecting a heavy firefight, and the young men were uncertain whether they will be returning home live and well or not. Now with another company of companies from another brigade, their strength increased to a total of 580 men. But they also knew that it is their job of defending the motherland, and with the patrol still resisting heroically, they kept their hopes high. Getting onto trucks, Humvees, and also a total of 32 armored Mist Lynx, they had gotten ready their weapons. Most were O18 assualt rifles with 6.8mm ammunition, with some others carrying new SMAW rocket launchers and various machine guns (inc. O18 SAW version, M249A3 SAW) and even launchers for the Black Fly shoulder-fired SAM and the Javelin anti-tank missile. With that, they also have a company of 20 Iron Cheetah ADS battle tanks (From the original 22), 6 M1064 Self-Propelled Mortar Carriers (SPM), 4 M119 towed Howitzers, plus 6 Mist Lynx Linebacker air defence vehicles, 8 Avenger air defence Humvee, plus of the two prized CLAWS vehicles, carrying HUMRAAM missiles (ground-launched AMRAAM missile). With this strength, plus a company of three AH-93C Firebird helicopters, three Comanches, and two A-114 Gunslinger "tank-killer" jets armed with various armaments, they considered themself ready.

Learned that there will be also four M2001A1 Crusader and two MLRS vehicles going with them however, they nonetheless stuck with their plans. But they will have a better system to shell the area first. Starting the engines, it would be a short juorney before they would meet the enemy. But not by going too far.

OOC: Armaments --
Comanches: Full machine gun ammo, 14 Hellfire II for backup.
Firebird: Machine gun ammo, 4 Scorpion SRAAM, 2 Hydra-70 launchers, 12 Hellstreak anti-armor missiles
Gunslingers: Gun ammo, two Scorpion SRAAM, 2x Mk.82 racks (3 bombs each), 4x CBU-87 w/202 bomblets each, 2x AGM-65K Mavericks racks (2 Mavericks each), 4x Hydra-70 launchers w/M151 HE (2) and M156 WP (2), 1x ALQ-131 radar tactical jammer pod

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Hagras Bay -- Capture of Enemy POWs

As the crowd of POWs came onto the four Seahawks -- even now with an additional four of the seven SH-60 Seahawks taking off to accept the load. They were directed as the Marx class dreadnaught is already under heavy damage due to teh fire and internal damage, and unlikely to enter combat in the near future. Already with the shipload of enemy pilot and other officers, most of the HH-60Hs were aleady up to their limits of eight passengers (excluding crew). The crews were absolutely amazed at not only what they captured, but the amount of pilots amazed them. A young crew looked at the climbing enemy pilots beside the door and the four Hellfire missiles, and simply murmured, my god. As the pilots and crews climbed in however, they were subjected to a full body check. The onboard crews didn't frown while doing so, and neither did they smile.

Another crew member of the same helicopter "scanned" the vests and the entire body of one of the pilots they've captured. Aside from getting out a pistol which looked like a beefed-up SOCOM to him, he also found another thing: A Bible. Figured that the pilot would be most likely a Christian anyways, he flipped through the bible and checked the spine and cover before getting out a pencil. Then, looking at the pilot, he gave it back to him.

The helicopters, soon to be escorted by eight F-14Fs going to the same direction, slowly passed through the sky while skimming over the sea, the sound of rotors faded distantly as eight tiny dots slowly disappeared in the background of the rich, green land over the horizon, still to be seen by the participants of the naval battle. It was somehow in perfect peace, as these passed through the seas in which mass fires and boatloads of sailors remained...

OOC: Just as a matter of fact, another post about both of these POWs and Ty going to "prison" .

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Paranda NAS (Naval Air Station), Near Koranman City (SW of Port Hagras)

Despite what may have been seen at Port Hagras as a result of both bombardment and self-defence, it is a rainy day at station near the Koranman City, which was already going to ready itself to accept the shipload of carrier-based Smoke Jaguar aircraft and Omzian aircraft. A group of officers from the Omzian Military Police and Security Departments, plus some other personnel from the Omzian Interior Affairs Ministry, also met there. They were there for something else. "A shipload!? Shipload of pilots and aircrews?", an officer questioned with full amazment.

"Yeah," another officer replied, and continued. "They will be arriving here via some helicopters, assuming that there would't be some accidents. From here, they will subjected to a body check, and will be put away in either trucks or aircraft to somewhere else. We do not know where, nor do we know whether they are going to use trucks and aircraft or not. In the meanwhile, we need to inform the crews to not give them any much verbal or physical abuse, though we will get angry civilians alike. Duncan?"

"Yeah," a tall, eastern Asian man replied. "We have all it covered, do not worry."

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Air Above Hagras Bay -- Happenings and Engagement

Since the remaining F/A-22Cs and B/F-1Cs were in the subject of utmost security, they were quickly directed to go back to the airbases nearby, while the Navy F-14Fs were also directed towards a nearby Naval Air Station. Since they have expended their munitions in engagements, and since the aircraft were already informed that CSJ aircraft are now engaging the rushing enemy fighters kilometers away, it is their importance to flee. The pilots of the F/A-22Cs however, still wanting to engage, had to go by the command. As much as they want to receive the ace status, they wanted to make a wise decision. They all kicked their afterburners towards the end, and headed for home as fuel started to run out, streaking across the sky at low altitudes to try to avoid detection.

As the A-6Gs, armed with a backup load of two Scorpion SRAAMs and two AIM-120N "AMRAAM-2005" MRAAMs, kicked their engines and tried to follow the much faster F-14Fs. They were of course advised not to fire at the enemy aircraft, but were told to engage back if the enemy aircraft engaged them first. In the meanwhile, the orbiting E-2C stayed with the air defence protection of the Marx, providing instructions for both Omzian and CSJ aircraft.

The Marx class however, as it only have an arsenal of 18 SM-2MR and 24 ESSM left, from the cluster of 64 VLS cells on the origional place of some extra guns, and beside the launchers for the ASROC anti-submarine rocket launchers. As the dreadnaught is sinking into a worse state, it fired off all of its 18 SM-2MRs plus a last 12 ESSM at the Omni Conglomerate aircraft -- reserving 12 ESSMs for emergency uses.

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Hagras Bay -- Naval Battle

Achieving further damage onto the Omni Conglomerate escorts and battlecruisers, the Marx class continued on, maybe for the gun battle with its three 16" guns, although they were much designed for shore bombardment duties rather than "geared" towards ship-to-ship engagement. As the Omni Conglomerate ships took damage, the Omzian ships took damage too, and the hope was on the bigger Smoke Jaguar task force to finish the job. With the remaining aircraft also ran out of ammo, the dreadnaught's only hope was to load up one Penguin light anti-ship missile each onto the two remaining SH-60s on deck, while another four S-3B Vikings got loaded with two Harpoon missiles eacj and two other Vikings got loaded up with torpedoes, since there has been reports that there were torpedo launches from enemy submarines. Urgently, all the aircraft were loaded up and fired from the catapult, clearing the deck which now looks like a black board.

The five Levianthan SSNs, the five Interdictor II SSG, and the three Chimera class SSGNshowever, just returning from an underwater engagement, were the only lucky survivors of the naval battle. On command and being loaded with only Mk.48 ADACP torpedoes, they quickly contacted the Smoke Jaguar battlegroup, hoping that the eleven Moray II SSNs, the six diesel subs, and six Interdictor IIs of the Smoke Jaguar task force are still intact. With reports of enemy subs, and with the enemy battlecruisers and ships crippled but still firing, the subs informed of their plan: three Levianthan SSNs will be scanning for the reported enemy subs deep and slow, while the two other Omzian SSNs and the guided missile submarines are going to do something else. They are going to torpedo the damaged Omni Conglomerates vessels, and didn't care if the torpedo belt of the battlecruisers were intact or not. Classic style.

OOC: Let's not forget about the submarines :P

OOC: Forgot to put this in my post before.


IC:
Hagras Bay
The submarines were approaching the enemy fleet. The missile subs had done their jobs, and now the leaner attack submarines - 6 Moray II class boats - were ready to join the fray. They cruised along slowly as they maneuvered for firing. Though they were already within range of their weapons, they wanted to move in closer for better target identification and accuracy. Soon, however, they'd strike at the OC ships.

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Eager Dawn

Wave 1

Alpha saw the missiles first, also saw that the closing range between them and Hon, they were only 24km out, and closing. The first 72 missiles were coming in fast.
"Alpha, take one for the team!" Bravo commender said. "Roger Bravo, we're going now!"

Just then Alpha locked on the 30 fighters they could identify, fired off all of their sidewinders, a total of 68 missiles at the 30 fighters, then formed into a very flat V. Once the missiles were withen 1/2 a km, they lit up the radar screen with chaffes and flares, ejecting from there now doomed fighters, except for 3 who dropped to below 200ft. Bravo and Charlie hid behind the "smokescreen" that alpha provided, with the throttle lock.

Delta had taken the long way around, coming all the way north, and was now ready, dropping from there 45,000ft. cruise to the altitude of 400ft. They were about 40km out, and had there ghosting system on, trying to portray that they were 10km further out.

Wave 2, Mainstay
"Captain, 2 is go."

With that, the next 100 aircraft, all Z-1b's, were launched off, Alpha and Bravo of 50.

Ground Defense
Fighters above alerted the SAM's of the aircraft, using the radar off the fighters, which took it off the J-2 above Hon, they locked on about 24 fighters, and fired 2 missiles at every fighter.

OOC: Sorry, really busy with school, other rp's (this is my first priorty though) and allience dealings

OOC: Sorry To Interfere but can anyone give me a detailed summary of what has happened to date. Thank you.

Bay of Hagras, Aftermath

The Battle of Hagras Bay could be counted as a victory for the Omzian-Clanner Alliance. The battlegroup that splintered off of the Kamov fleet was broken and in retreat, although not by conventional means. The ships were in the process of sinking to the bottom of Hagras Bay, which would likely not support non-mutated marine life for the next twenty years due to the unconventional tactics used by the Conglomerates forces. Not a ship survived the battle on the Sniper-Conglomerate side save two Seawolf IV submarines that slipped through the enemy ships in the confusion of battle. They would move swiftly away after they were clear of enemy ships and make straight for the main body of the Kamov fleet to report exactly what had happened. One other sub survived the battle when it surrendered to the enemy after destroying all sensitive materials that were aboard and rigging the ballast tanks with C4 and a proximity sensor. The lone PT boat, Carrassus, fought till the very end finally succumbing when it was hit directly by a round from an enemy Toryu battleship. The carriers sank into the ocean silently, their reactors blown just before meltdown. Radiation from the reactors would pollute the Hagras Bay for many years afterward, causing any fishing industry the city may have once had to be nothing but a memory. The battleships went down in a blaze of gloy, as much as could be had when operated by a skeleton crew. They managed to take down one of the Toryu ships before succumbing to the massive amounts of damage taken during the duel with the enemy battleships. The air battle over Hagras was no less intense. The Clanner aircraft also won out, but not without taken losses of their own. Those pilots that managed to eject, did so knowing full well that they would be captured. Some made every effort to resist, the rest simply went quietly to whatever POW camp awaited them. Some of the pilots did manage to escape the battle after spending their ammo. They ejected about two miles from the the rallying point of the Conglomerate marines, and would march with them towards Honjaksgrad. The marines had all of the supplies they could carry and then some. They would not be without food on the way to Honjaksgrad, and they had enough water to make it most of the way. They would likely be forced to raid a few towns along the way to get water. If they were attacked they were well prepared to defend themselves, because they had raided everything they could from the armories aboard their ships. It would take some time to reach Honjaksgrad, but it would not be an extremely difficult journey,wih the possible exception of the terrible Omzian weather which would be nothing but pain for the Conglomerate marines who were used to the arctic climates of the Conglomerate isles. The battle had been lost, but the Conglomerate military was already in the process of learning from their loss and formulating new strategies and tactics to use when next they met with Clanner warships.

Honjaksgrad, North Sector Sewers

The men of Hobo and Outhouse were on the move again. They had not stayed in one place for more tha, 12 hours since they arrived on the first boats to arrive after the city of Honjaksgrad was taken. It didn't matter much to them, though, because they were used to spending long periods of time without sleep, although they did get some sleep in between during each stop. Also, their MRE's, which had odd flavor combinations to say the least, were actually a specially designed mixture of protiens, carbohydrates, and other chemical compounds that were made to last a family of three for a month on just one ration, unfortunately that made them a little bigger than a frisbee. The rations were bulky and did not taste very good, but that is why the soldiers gave them away. They only really needed one at a time anyways. As they walked through the sewer systems of the North Sector, they met up with a group of Conglomerate engineers who needed escort.

"So, why are you guys called Outhouse, anyways?" asked one of the engineers who had previously identified himself as Specialist Davies

"Why? Because, we're the shiznit," replied Lt. Dan.

There was a round of laughter at the Lieutenant's uncharacteristic pun followed by a question from one of the soldiers from the Sniper Country platoon that was working with the two elite Conglomerate units.

"So, what exactly are ya'll headin' out to go do?" asked Lt. Jack Teer, the Sniper Country platoon leader.

"We are going to plant a little SEMTEX on a few of the larger buildings in North District, near the corporate section. The buildings are going to be rigged to fall on key roadways to restrict enemy movements. When the enemy troops get near, we are going to blow the building and it will fall right into the road the were going down. We are also going to try and engineer a couple of the explosions to make a sort of path for the enemy to follow. The will come upon road block after road block, and building after building will collapse into their path. They will be steered into an engineered ambush. We are going to set four buildings to go down in a square in the corporate area near the central part of the city. They will literally be boxed in. That is why our defenses have been designed to be mobile. The enemy will be tricked into a perfectly engineered trap," said Specialist Davies.

"And even if the enemy doesn't fall for the trap, they will still take massive losses while ours will be kept to a minimum," said another of the explosive toting combat engineers.

"Boy howdy, you guys sure do know your urban combat stuff," said one of the Sniper soldiers with a bit of a "yeehaw" at the end.

Outside of Hagras Bay, The Long March to Honjaksgrad

The marines had collapsed their zodiacs and were putting them in crates. Everything that the men had to carry was either stowed in packs, or carried in crates that would be held up on poles carried by multiple marines. The men were well supplied after having taken all of the equipment off of their ships. There had been a good deal of landing equipment aboard the ships for the men to take. Even though there had been no planned land invasion, every ship in the Omni Conglomerates fleet has a well stocked equipment room for the occasion that a landing must be done, and, in standard Conglomerate military fashion, all of the equipment was the of the latest issue that had come out before they shipped to sea. The soldiers would try to make a round about journey to towards the coast before they headed straight for Hagras, because the journey along the coast would be easier than the journey overland. Additionally, they had some water purification equipment that would be of use along the ocean, but not through the desert. With any luck they would make the lengthy journey towards Honjaksgrad in a few weeks, less if they got a pick up before then.


Honjaksgrad, Northwest, Near the Enemy Buildup Zone

The T2 Spec Ops troops moved into the combat zone. A quick scan revealed that the fighting was still going on, but that it wasn't enough to warrant a great deal of their attention. They were out there to rack up kills, not to win minor victories. They would send Babykiller and Super-Soldier out to aid the Sniper forces, and the other two units, Merciless and Sadist, will then move ahead and scout out areas in which to make attacks upon the enemy lines. The first group moved into the combat zone and prepared to select targets. In the next ten seconds the enemy would be strafed with minigun fire, flachette rounds, and various other bits of weapons fire. The enemy was about to be torn to shreds. Hopefully, none of the Sniper soldiers would be in the way. Since the Sniper forces had mostly been identifed as being three o'clock of their position, the spec ops soldiers moved in assuming that there were none in front of them.

Hagras Bay

The remaining of the Omzian assemble continued to rush forward. With the Omni Conglomerates ship sinking, the Omzian ship has taken equal amount of damage, with a small fire escaping towards the 16" guns, causing explosions from the ammunition storage room where gunpowder are almost as gathered as a huge mountain full of them. The runway was also damaged throughout the fire, as impacts from missile attacks contributed holes and craters towards the deck. However, the Omzian crews were desperate to save the ship, at least, to a state where it can at least float, before possibly being picked up by incoming helicopters. But to some, they seemed to have already lost a bit of hope.

The four S-3B Vikings and the Vikings, while are slow movers, quickly raced ahead of the dreadnaught and turned on their sensor systems. Risking to be shot down by missiles from Omni Conglomerates battlecruisers, the missiles -- although have little effect against a heavily armored ship -- would at least pave a small dirt road for further strikes by Smoke Jaguar aircraft. Then, the SH-60s were finally in a range of 40km, which is necessary for firing the Penguin missiles aboard. Although the Harpoon missiles have a far higher range, the S-3Bs nonetheless decided to fire them at a closer range, in unison. "Sparrow One, Rambo One, waiting for authorization to fire," the lead SH-60 called towards the S-3B. "Rambo One, Sparrow One, authorized, fire at will. Launch, launch, missiles launched at targets. Break left!"

Just as this moment, a total of eight Harpoon Block IIs were quickly launched from the aircraft, the turbofan engines quickly activating and soon they will follow their GPS/inertial and eventually active radar guidance. The two ultra-low altitude SH-60s however, carrying the Penguin Mk.II Mod 7 missiles, fired them as these ultralight missiles skimmed freely over the waters at a high subsonic speed. The aircraft, with this, quickly broke away, hoping to land near either an Air Force airfield or the only Naval Air Station close to them. Landing in an Air Force base may seems unusual for them, but they nonetheless considered the option.

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Three remaining Omzian SH-60FL Seahawk helicopter hovered, as they quickly served the ASW role while the other SH-60s and S-3Bs were either on the surface strike mission or the transportation of the Sniper Country POWs. The powerful and upgraded dipping sonar followed the helicopters above the not-so-calm waters to avoid themselves from the air battle above, as the heat of the sun reflected on the fuselage from the salted water below them. Suddenly, one of the ASW officers aboard the first helicopter exclaimed. "What the... four.. no, six... er, four contacts! I got four contacts!" The others gathered around. "Seems like hull noises to me... You sure it isn't friendly submarines?," another remarked. "Targets approximately over 300 meters... one contact faded."

"Designation," one called out. "Designated Sierra One, Sierra Two, and Sierra Three...", the operator stared at the operator console, the energy of teh sun concentrating on the back of his brown hair and contributing more heat and sweat alike. "One at approximately 380m, another at approximately 360m. Signatures are very weak, it seems that they are slowly moving and rising," he announced as a female communications officer turned to him and said, "Daran, Seahorse Two and Three both reported sighting of three and four sonar signatures, respectively. 'Horse two even reported that sonobuoys also picked up a few signs, but they all seems very weak. Probably very quiet submarines, if you ask me. Not the normal SSGNs and SSBNs we'd see."

They looked in disbelief. The female officer continued, "Two has marked those as hostile contacts, they are requesting permission to drop the bait. I mean -- Mark 50es. Our submarines does not operate at that depth yet. I'm sure." The ASW officer remarked, "I'll be damned if it is." He again thought about it, resting his chin on his hand, and turned. "Wait, only problem is, the fifties are too light to chase that deep. But neither are the submarines are really moving that fast, I doubt."

Suddenly, with a enter of command, the two Mk.50 lightweight torpedoes dropped, and the other two helicopters followed suit. They hoped at least that some would achieve hits on the slower and less aware ones of the enemy submarines.

"Torpedo away," the ASW officer announced shortly after, while still keeping his emotionless-face.

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The crews on the Omzian submarines were no less worried and concerned. The officers and the enlisted onboard, especially the navigation, the plotting, and the sonar operation crews were working towards their maximum, implementing their high-quality training from the Ponarans Underwater Warfare School not so far from them, near Jonkank City north of Port Hagras. The ships, at a depth of about 300m to 250m, were slowly rising, while the lead submarine, the Levianthan-class SSN ONCS Panaka slowly led the other Omzian SSNs, SSGNs, and SSGs into the middle of the predicted track in which the Omni Conglomerates battlecruiser would travel in. Silently, the SSNs moved from a tactical speed of about 21 knots toward almost a halt, while the larger and slower SSGNs and SSGs lagged behind at a speed of 12 knots, and waited as the submarines were all around the tracks. The head of ONCS Panaka, Commander Yankzan Wonsanve, quickly reviewed all informations as the men looked through the RAM (radar absorbant material) covered periscopes and made a final plotting of the intercept. After a junior officer, Lieutenant Junior Grade Loranean, reported the location of the enemy battlecruisers and the course it's tracking, it has been obvious that the ships is not that far away from the leading submarine. "Sir, do you want to stay with passive sonar and stay here? The battlecruisers might as well change course, although as much as we got all of the areas covered. The other commanders are suggesting us to continue the head-on and activate active sonar. We got the ships locked on anyways, and it does seems that the ships are already crippled and most ASW escorts are wiped out."

The captain looked, and replied, "continue to track its course. Instruct the attack boats to wire-guide them at a distance of fourteen clicks, and then let the larger missile boats fire theirs, wire-guided at eight clicks. After that, fire the rest," he thought of it for a moment. "Oh yes, what's the range now?"

"Nineteen clicks, sir. The sonar signatures are chirping," the other officer replied.

"Most excellent," a dim smile appeared on the commander's face. "Get the torpedo tubes loaded, and prepare."

"Yes sir, the torpedo tubes are already loaded," the junior officer replied back before rushing towards what it seems, somewhere else.

The crews looked up at the clock, and waited. It would be almost a historical moment, and if the firings are successful, it would turn the tide to the allied side and grant a prestigious victory to the Omzians and the Smoke Jaguars. As much as it seems that the advantage is given to their side, the Omzian crews were nonetheless worried about possible risks. They always do. The Commander thought abotu it for a moment, before another report rang back. "Commander, conditions are met. SHip is in range. Waiting for authorization to fire." The commander looked, and with a slow but bold voice, announced. "Fire at will."

With this, the 5 Levianthan SSNs quickly acted by firing the first 10 Mk.48 ADACPs from the two torpedo tubes, and within a minute, another total of 5 Mk.48 ADACPs escaped out of another torpedo tube. The torpedoes quickly raced towards their enemy targets with data from the wires attached to their back. The Chimera SSGNs also opened their fire, firing a total load of 6 Mk.48 ADACPs from their two torpedo tubes, before readying to fire the remaining Mk.48s from the remaining two tubes. The hydrogen cell-powered Interdictor II SSGs acted simultaneously fired a total of 10 Mk.48 ADACPs each from their two torpedo tubes, acting on order from the lead submarine. It would be a short while before firing their second salvo, and they may as well also have to cut the wires and deploy their countermeasures. The crews onboard waited for the result, as others continued to monitor the sonar, the periscope, and even communication with other submarines. The only thing they wished is that the two hated enemy ship would sink, even better with Smoke Jaguar help. They finally learned to hate the ship from the lessons during the hours-long battle, and they would celebrate if they actually sank.

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Lands Near Hagras

Elsewhere. not so far from the helicopter battle with Sniper Country marines, a small remainings of three Kiowa Warriors hovered overhead. The pilots themselves had preferred the more compat OH-6 Little Birds in some light infantry divisions at their place, but they were at least grateful to not have the responsibility to take care of a helicopter worth almost $20 million Omzars. The pilots quickly looked around with both their Mk.1 eyeballs and TV/therman sensors from the small dome above them. Suddenly, soemthing popped up as the lead pilot slewed the sights over them, and started the video recorder. "What the hell...", one remarked as he saw what seems as a group of Zodiacs and people. "Alamo Two, this is Alamo One, targets spotted near beach area a click north, suspected to be enemy. Confirm."

"Alamo One, confirmed. Zodiacs and enemy forces spotted. Authorization of attack requested," the other side replied proficiently. The lead pilots thought about it shrotly before they replied, "Alamo Two, authorized."

It was the three cold words, as the Kiowa Warriors began their attack, the lead helicopter fired six WP rockets at the middle of the Omni Conglomerate forces for marking, before they maneuvered into an attack position and fired .50cal rounds and Hydra-70 rockets at the middle of the gathering enemy Marines. HE-I rounds after HE-I rounds, and M229 HE rockets after M229 HE rocket fired, leaving small vapors of smoke as they dived down onto the enemy forces. The sound of the rotors passed by as the helicopters ejected chaff and flares, in which the flares slowly floated down like a small boat floating on a river, signaling a new revenge against the enemy.

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It was a hot day as the entire "Chainsaw Company" -- as they were dubbed unofficially for their efficency and kill points contributed in exercises -- camped near the west of the Hagras area, being ready to go into combat any moment especially with the wake of the naval battle, and it has been strongly suspected that enemy Marines will land. They didn't quite like their offical name of "The Lightcatcher" for that purpose, but they were proud of their high performance in training. Many people in that company also liked chess -- chess being a popular game among Omzians. It has been much success for PFC Horvanas, the chess master inside his entire company, until now. "CHE-CK," PFC Zankarve said proudly in an intimidating voice and grinned, after sliding one of his pieces into a checkmate position. "You didn't think that your 'triple assualt' is that vulnverable, did you?"

Looking at the chessboard blankly, Horvanas sighed a bit, and then smiled" Heh, didn't think of that. Good game, you finally beat me."

Zankarve smiled back, and turned his head towards the place where their O18 rifles -- or rather, carbines based on the older O16C -- resided. "I've been prac-", it was a short moment before Sergeant Anderan, the fireteam leader, rushed into the tent. "Boys, we have to get into action. Get your toys ready, we are going to hope into the Humvees. There-", he was cut off again by Zankarve. "You mean that the enemy Marines have landed?", he exclaimed.

"Let me finish, please," Anderan continued. "Anyways, yes, there has been reports that enemy troops, numbering in the hundreds or even thousands, has landed twenty or so clicks southeast of us. The boys at the Air Force will send Gunslingers for air strikes, while the people rom our battalion has lended some towed artillery pieces, self-propelled mortars, and the likes. Don't worry, the snipers will be coming," he said quickly as he turned to Corporal Anlantove, the so-called "Trying Sniper", who was waiting behind them. Then he turned back, "more so, the entire battalion will come, and even more so, most of the brigade will come." The sergeant nodded back, turned and rushed away."

With this, the men quickly got up and closed their chess set, before picking up their O18s. Horvanas, being a careful soldier, checked the magazine and the assembly, and looked through his ACOG Reflex sights, ebfore going out. Zankarve however, being slightly careless, quickly picked up his rifle and energetically got out with Horvanas. They were already trucks and Humvees, aside from a number of tanks and armored vehicles, waiting for them. It would also take some moments before they -- as part of the gathered 2400-strong force -- are likely to meet combat, but they know that they are determined -- and they are.

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Near 1st Battalion

The two remaining Omzian infantry soldiers, already tired enough, still fired before another rain of bullets penetrated theri skin, killing them almost instantly. They slowly fell onto the ground with the pool of blood, some soaked into the grass as a reminder of what has happened, while clouds of WP smoke suspended beside them.

It also wasn't much luck for the Omzian mechanized vehicles, especially the thin-skinned CFVs. The second CFV, after being battered with a wave of bullets, M203s, and LAW rounds the enemy has been expending, was finally defeated by the sudden wave of another LAW rocket, as the rocket penetrated the back. Although the fire prevention and survival systems were quick to react, they didn't help much as the vehicle lie died on the ground, the crews killed inside the cramped space and the electronics blown out. The third CFV however, was another story, as the crews heard a loud thump that shook the entire vehicle, before the CFV lied dead on its tracks. "What the..."

"Someone had hit our tracks... and the guns!", another yelled, this time Cpl. Konan. Looking around, he quickly thought of something. He reached for the hatch. "Get onto your feet and fire your M-", his voice was cut off after some LAW rockets struck his vehicle. He never knew what happened.

Neither was it a big victory for the tanks. While the tanks continued to charge off its smoke grenades and passed through the WP, the enemy still got their shots at the coaxial machine guns on the tank, the barrel quickly busted out of order as the tankers inside had a worried look on their face. As the tanks accelerated towards escape, the commander looked through a backup IR sights again aside from his thermal, and muttered, while commanding the driver. It seemed like something that resembled a smoke or a marker for him. "Turn left!", he commanded as the tank halted and turned, tryign to get aside from the obstacles. The gunner noticed this too, as he instructed through the encrypted radio again for help. "We are out, returning to arrival point, over."

As the tanks escaped the fury, the Comanches, a total of two of them, quickly approached with only a sight bit of noise. Under a full mask, the two available Comanches, armed wih strictly fourteen blast-frag Hellfires, rained down as it homed on the laser designations, one-by-one onto the massing enemy soldiers not quite so far away -- but not quite overhead either. They hoped for no friendly-fire, although the radio transmissions already revealed the casualties. The helicopters continued to hover overhead, as they were prepared to fire their HE-I 20mm rounds. And a flash later, they did.

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Honjaksgrad Outskirts -- Omzian Battalion Elements

The Omzian forces already started moving, although the Omzian soldiers had a bad feelings that there will be more suprises. In a format of armor and scout first, APCs and Humvees in the middle, and some artillery and other air defence at the end formation, they spreaded out while trying to concentrate for any signs of the enemy attacks. The Comanches above the air was the first to lead as scouting aircraft, and so did the Gunslinger jets, followed by the small force of Firebird attack helicopters, as they hovered overhead. It almost seemed as a moving Army, but in reality, it is only the size of one to two battalions. Most of the gun and rocket artillery however, went into front or the middle as their goal is to shell the intended area first.

It was a hot day for Private Yonan along with his fellow soldiers in the fireteam, as he sat in the Humvee. he knew that he was preparing for a total war, as he held onto the barrel of his O18 rifle. A young army recruit, it seemed unusual for him to go into combat only months after his acceptance into active service. But he still looked up to his superior. "Let's hope that we win this round...", he said as he looked at the endless carpet of grass, rolling off into the horizon. "Dunno how much of a fight it could be, I'll admit, heh," another replied back as he drove the Humvee. "Well, let's fight hard, and then we get what we deserve."

Yonan looked. "Got that right." Then he suddenly looked at the the of speakers-like devices, in which the top officers introduced them as the "Burana". Pointing at the device, he remarked, "will this thing ever work anyways? I'm no science expert, but why are we getting those high-tech gadgets now?"

"Heh, let's see how this thing works," an automatic rifleman who sat beside Yonan said as he checked the firing mode of his O18 rifle, converted to a SAW weapon with a 100-round drum: VAND/SNGL. "Idiot...", he muttered. "Who got this onto single?". No response came out, as he turned to the grenadier, who is sitting in front of him. "You?"

The vehicles continued as it almost seemed that action would begin any moment soon. Although the leading A-114 Gunslingers and the air defence systems didn't detect much action yet, they do have feelings of much actions will take place soon. More so, it still seems that they still hasn't reached the place where the battle had just taken place, but they would march forward. Spreading out, the group seemed like a small tornado of armored vehicles and personnel carriers. The soldiers also hoped for more troops and a company of special forces, but they still stuck onto what they have -- yet.

With this, the first pre-combat actions has already started: suddenly, four men got down and placed two canlsters down, and quickly two low cost, man-portable ERS-1 Skylark UAVs launched and flew, as the crews prepared their control units. These UAVs, as they had hoped, would send back captured high-resolution images of colour, black-and-white, and IR photography for eraly warning and general reconissance. As with this, three remotely controlled HMMWVs with dummies sitting in was quickly led into the front and slowly disappeared, as they were to both attract fire and send reconissance information by remote control from Omzian soldiers. The Omzian troops decreased their speeds, and waited to receive a signal from the ambushed patrol, before conducting the general artillery bombardment. If no message has been received from the remaining comrades of theirs, they would at least have recordings of what became of the patrol, and what the enemy are doing now.

Port Hagras, After the battle
The docks in the port were crowded with the dozens of cargo vessels bringing the Smoke Jaguar XVII Corps. Tanks, IFVs, artillery, helicopters, trucks, fuel, munitions, and everything else needed for its 130,000 personnel were piling up at the docks, preparing for shipment to the Honjaksgrad front. Equally overwhelmed was the rail system, loading new trains as fast as could be done and sending them east. Above the port and the rail lines, AWACS and JSTARS aircraft kept a constant watch for enemy attack, with fighters and strike aircraft ready to pounce on any intruders. Even this deep in Omzian territory, these trains were too valuable to be left unguarded. It wouldn’t be long before the first heavy units from Clan Smoke Jaguar arrived for the battle.



Hagras Bay
With the last of the enemy ships eliminated, most of the remnants of the Smoke Jaguar fleet were now heading to Port Hagras. Those ships that were not too heavily damaged, however, were cruising around to pick up the survivors of the destroyed Omzian and Smoke Jaguar vessels, with an occasional pickup of a Sniper Country or Omni Conglomerates airman or seaman. Other ships were unable to make it to Hagras under their own power, and were either being towed or abandoned, or, in a few cases, had been able to beach themselves to avoid sinking. Among the latter was the battleship Koryu, the tremendous damage she’d received from the Omni Conglomerates battlecruisers plainly visible as here lone surviving turret pointed defiantly at the position where the enemy ships had gone down. Those ships that were lucky enough to have neither depleted their magazines nor suffered significant damage were now either providing a blocking force at the entrance to the bay or heading out to rendezvous with and escort the next convoy, which was rapidly approaching.
The submarines, however, had been much luckier than the surface vessels, and had suffered few losses. The surviving boats were now patrolling the waters of Hagras Bay, searching for any surviving enemy submarines that might have stayed behind. However, considering what had happened, it was likely that the greatest threat would be friendly fire, which they were taking numerous steps to avoid.
With 3 of the 6 carriers sunk, and another two crippled, their surviving aircraft were heading to airfields around Port Hagras, where they would set up a patrol force for Hagras bay. Those aircraft that lacked the fuel to reach an airfield were either met by one of the tankers that was aloft, or ditched in the sea if they couldn’t.



Second Reinforcement Fleet, 400 km from Port Hagras
Having followed 24 hours behind the first convoy, the second force, this one carrying the entire I Corps, steamed toward Hagras at a leisurely 15 knots. At this pace, it would be another 15 hours before they arrived. However, they were already watching as numerous escorts peeled off to head for the Honjaksgrad region, with surviving units of the Battle of Hagras Bay taking their place. The enemy attack on Hagras had been repelled. Now those undamaged and fully loaded ships could make their best impact with the amphibious forces that were to strike at Honjaksgrad.



Amphibious Force, 1000 km from landing point south of Honjaksgrad
As they began to approach their target area, the units for the amphibious force slowed down. Though they were a formidable force in themselves, they wanted to join up with the additional Omzian and Smoke Jaguar fleets before they made the strike against Honjaksgrad. With over 200,000 landing troops in the fleet, they could not afford to take any risks. The attack would come soon enough. Still, they couldn’t afford to wait too long. After all, those 200,000 troops were consuming a lot of supplies just staying on board. The sooner they were delivered, the better.



X Corps (Dreamweavers) – rear area, NW of Honjaksgrad
Having finally arrived at the front, well, at least in a manner of speaking, the units of X Corps spread out and waited. They were now part of the strategic reserve for the attack on Honjaksgrad, and their airborne forces could be deployed anywhere along the front, with the mechanized airborne also being capable of heading in by road. Though they were thankful for this respite, especially after the long flight to Omz222, and the task of rallying together afterward, they had no illusions as to whether or not they would be going into battle. It was expected that they’d be committed within the first two days, considering how well dug in their opponents were likely to be. But for now, they could relax.



IX Corps (Mistweavers) – numerous airfields in Clan Smoke Jaguar
The sister unit to X Corps, the airborne and airmobile forces of IX Corps were now being loaded onto the huge transport armada in preparation for deployment to Omz222, with the ETA being some 15 hours from now. Once they’d arrived, they’d join X Corps in the strategic reserve, where they would wait to be committed as well. They were more likely to be sent in early, however, with the airmobile and light infantry divisions being more capable of rapid deployment than the airborne forces of X Corps.



II Corps (The Cloud Rangers) West of Honjaksgrad
The three divisions of The Cloud Rangers and their supporting units were the first real Smoke Jaguar forces to appear at the Honjaksgrad front, and were taking up a position to the west of the city previously held by two Omzian infantry divisions. The first to deploy was the Cavalry Regiment, which would provide an advance screen to detect and engage any enemy forces before they met the main defensive line. They would be more than enough to deal with any probes. Several kilometers behind them, the heavy 36th Mechanized Infantry division was setting up, providing the only truly heavy firepower for the corps. The tanks and IFVs of the division would provide the massive firepower needed to break up a determined attack. Dispersed among the 36th were units of the 6th Airborne Division, whose light infantry forces would cover the more restricted portions of the front, and help fend off infiltrations and infantry assaults. Finally, the 19th Light Infantry division, with the corps and army-level aviation assets, would provide a rapidly deployable reserve force.
II Corps had inherited an excellent position from their Omzian comrades, with good cover and fighting positions already provided. However, their engineers quickly went to work constructing additional obstacles and alternate positions. There was always room for improvement.
Also along with II Corps was a less visible force, this one composed of 20 Special Forces A-Teams, backed up by a quartet of LASTs, including Sapphire’s famed Team Sigma. They would be there to counter any enemy special forces operations, and constituted the best units for such a mission.



OOC: Been having computer trouble for the past few days. This was supposed to have been up on Friday. Oh well.

LAST Team Sigma is the most highly regarded platoon-sized unit in all of Clan Smoke Jaguar, and is at least a match for the absolute best anyone else can put up. They specialize in eliminating special forces units, so no normal one would stand much chance against them. The other units include Team Chi, which is the 3rd best, and a number of lesser units trained for the role.

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Ocean, Just Out of Conglomerate Waters

The fleet had made good time getting into international waters. They were presently linking up with with a large number of transport and cargo vessels, which would also be making the journey to Omz. Amoungst the ships were two Posidon Oil tankers and a single ship owned by the PhilCass Corporation. The massive armada of ships would then be heading at full steam towards Honjaksgrad. They would likely make it there in the next four to five days. With any luck, their other operations wouldn't impead their time in getting there.

Ocean, Inside of Conglomerate Command Carrier, OCS Ohdinn

The plan was working itself out. The voyage had been timed to coincede with the arrival of a storm off of the northern coast of Omz. Once there, roughly ten transport ships would break off from the main group and would proceed to disperse encrypted radio chatter about getting separated from the main group while trying to get around the storm. Once the ten ships are in within fourty-five miles of the northern shores of Omz, they will release enough zodiacs to carry 750 men plus supplies and equipment. Twenty amphibious armored personel carriers will also be released. They will carry the heavier equipment, namely, two, ten inch siege cannons that have been heavily modified and broken down into man portable components, and a pair of broken down SAM batteries. With any luck, the landings would go unnoticed as the area would also be flooded with encrypted radio chatter relating to the shelling of coastal towns as the fleet moved down the coast of Omz towards Honjaksgrad. That, it was hoped, would give the Omzians too much to think about to notice a small number of infantry landing on some isolated beach.

Honjaksgrad, Combat 100km Outside the Northwest Sector

The soldiers the went to assist the Sniper troops quickly found themselves without any new targets. They made their presense known to the Sniper forces, as if they hadn't already, and then moved off to rejoin the other two units. While the two units that had been sent to aid the Sniper troops were shooting, the other two units, Merciless and Sadist, were looking out at the enemy positions from behind cover. They looked at several points as good candidates, but one stuck out more than the rest. There was a large kill zone between the woods and the enemy lines. There were a couple of positions that were weakly guarded, but they had very good flanking positions that provided extra cover. The one the bloodthirsty soldiers wanted was the most heavily guarded they could see. I was a large promatory the stuck out from the rest. Most notably, however, was the fact that it had no other positions to provide that area with supporting fire. The soldiers might have a harder time taking the position out, but the lack of enemy fire from multiple angles would be a relief. As soon as the other two units arrived they would begin their raid by peppering the enemy position with minigun fire and a TOW round. Concentrated fire would then be brought down upon the position while several soldiers quickly crossed the kill zone to hit the enemy positions. The enemy wouldn't know what hit them.

Honjaksgrad, Defensive Measures

The soldiers had all of their defenses prepared. There was SEMTEX rigged to several taller buildings along the main highway in the northern section of the city, and when the enemy came along they would find the collapsed structures hard roadblocks to get around. Several major roadways also had sections of the road weakened in their supports from the sewers. When a vehicle crossed over the section, it would fall in and C4 planted in the sewers would detonate. The river crossing Honjaksgrad was being used by both Sniper and Conglomerate patrol boats to patrol the river and guard the bridges separating the different sections of the city. A battlecruiser was also being floated up the river to provide some heavy artillery support. The bridges that were in the way were being blown and replaced by pontoon structures. The airport in the northwest was being secured by mostly Sniper forces, so the Conglomerate forces were not overly worried about it. Mines, SEMTEX, C4, pressure release, and trip wire traps lined the roadways, alleys, large buildings, and hotdog carts along the streets of the northern sector. The Conglomerate troops had designated specific buildings to be used by them only that would be untrapped. Most of the anti-personel mines were located on the sidewalks of the streets. The SEMTEX was wired inside of larger buildings and would be set off either by radio detonator or lazer trip wire.

Bay of Hagras, Inland

The men, which numbered between three and four thousad, were done packing up their zodiacs and were in the process of moving inland when the sound of helicopters could be heard. A lookout had spotted them on the horizon only a few moments earlier with his nightvision scope. The soldiers quickly moved to cover, but not much could be done once the enemy fired off their missiles. A small number of the missiles impacted ahead of the buildup point, the rest hit within the lines killing several troops and destroying some of the equipment that was nearby. In response, a good number of soldiers picked up and launched Stinger missiles at the enemy helicopters. It could not be counted accuratedly at the time, but nearly twelve rockets went off speeding towards the enemy chopers. The order was quickly given for the men to pick up everything and move. They would fire at the enemy on the run and wanted to get a good deal of distance between them and their current position which had been compromised.

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Honjaksgrad, Continued Defensive Measures

In the north, there was movement. It was only a little, but it was more than that area of the city had experienced in some time. Areas to either side of the main highway were being strategically prepared for a special surprise for the enemy. Roughly 5 miles in from the city outskirts, gasoline canisters and a few other containers could be found lining specific alleyways. They were hidden from normal view, but a person searching for them could find where they were hidden if he got a close look. Buildings roughly fifty yards from the canisters were also being rigged with specialized explosives. When the enemy approached the city from the north, the buildings would blow, and the flammable chemicals would ignite. A contained firestorm would create a lengthy barrier of flame around the city that would burn for a few days, more if the fire were fed. The highway would become the only route of access from the north into the Conglomerate held districts. The highway would also become the target of artillery fire.

Honjaksgrad, River Mouth

The battlecruiser, dubbed the OCS Bearheifjer, was at the mouth of the relatively small river. It was scraping bottom and couldn't get much further without completely beaching itself. The ship was in good position to rain down extremely devastating artillery fire upon enemy forces in the city, and when the time came the ship would be used for such. The captain of the ship felt some relief as he saw Conglomerate F-14D Supertomcat's flying overhead. He counted several dozen of them as they flew overwatch over his ship.

Honjaksgrad, Mainstay

The Conglomerate ships of the Kamov fleet had itchy trigger fingers. Metaphorically speaking, of course. They wanted revenge for the destruction of the battlegroup section of their fleet under the command of Admiral Karakov, who was now walking his way back to Honjaksgrad, but mostly they just wanted to force their enemies' hand. The ships prepped their weapons systems, and launched 100 cruise missiles filled with napalm at the enemy lines outside of the north and northwest sections of the city.


OOC: I can't post about outside of Hagras Bay, and the march, until Omz posts.

Near Port Hagras -- Omzian Air Defences

Much before the C-13s actually reached the city themselves, the jets quickly appeared on the Omzian ground-based radars across the Port Hagras area and aboard, east towards the second major sector of Omzian air defences in the area. The supersonic jets wasn't too normal for the ground operators as they weren't aware of any supersonic airliners flying over their area except the "Towards Kanze Express" services, which flys at the north to the city of Kanze, instead of south. As the Omzians far before were already aware of the Sniper Country fleet of supersonic transports such as the C-13, they had a few things to believe. They didn't know why the jets were coming, but they sensed that it is something bad.

The female operator of a Patriot PAC-II console looked at her companion for the job, who is sitting beside him. Being a young recruit freshly graduated from Omzian Army Air Defence School with full honours, she didn't quite know why she signed up for a position of "Operator of Strategic Air Defence System" in the Omzian Army National Guard herself, but that's just one of the few positions available for her as she'd guessed, unless she goes to the Marines and join the Women's Battalion. Looking at the big, circular screen, she didn't had much to do, except to stare at the console. Suddenly, some targets came. "Radar is ringing," she announced to her comrades.

Other turned, and looked. "Contacts, you mean?". The operator promptly replied, "Yes, I see four... five targets, Supersonic at one-point-two-niner mach, six-one-thousand feet... Bearing one-six-four, on course to southwest, marked Bogie One, two, three, four, and five. looks like cargo, should we check?"

The crews looked at each, worried. It might be an airliner or friendly aircraft at the slim chance, but they decided to check on them. After all, they were aware that there aren't much supersonic airliners at their entire south, nor do the Omzian Air Force use much supersonic cargos yet. "IFF negative," the woman announced again.

"Negative...", the other operator said as he thought about it. "Identification."

"Unconfirmed, little air traffic around coverage area. Requesting permission to engage," the operator continued to look at the screen as she flipped a few switches, getting prepared for any action. "Continue track."

Then in a flash of time, they somehow did. All two launchers in the area loaded with missiles to be fired, were all linked but weren't so close, as the ysat quietly. Suddenly, a loud roar erupted the site, as the first missile left for the target, followed by another seven. WIthin a few minutes, another four were all launched at the enemy aircraft, streaking towards their targets, attempting to kill.

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Managing POWs -- The Process

For Ty, it was a pretty long trip. It was hours after the "arrest", in which the Omzian police had a reason to suspect Ty of being some form of a threat. They had a reason for that, and a reason to put him from the standard POW treatment, since they doubt that he is even qualified to be one. But they are now here, and they are going to let the Omzian Military Administration's Joint Internal Affairs Bureau to do the job: they had trusted this joint Military-Civilian agency, specifically designed for such operations against "special" personnels. They didn't quite expect the presence of such agency not to be leaked, but they'll perfer to keep it in a low profile. They were here: an underground facility hundreds of kilometers north of Hogan Point in the mountains.

Ty was slowly carried from the strecher into a dark room. The "Dark Room" just looked like any other concrete-base room, painted and occupied with a table and two chairs, but only that it was under a dim light. It gave some creeps, but at least, that's nowhere near a torture chamber. Slowly, the two officers loosened the blindfold and greeted him in almost perfect English as he was tied onto a chair stuck to the ground. Their face can be seen, but it was difficult to see under the dark. Another officer clutched a notebook nearby under a lamp, which wasn't much bright to be able to provide light to the others, but enough to see what is going on.

The first officer introduced in a friendly manner. "Hello, we are Omzian officers. As we are aware of the recent incident you had with our police, we have various reasons to bring you here for interrogation. If that's fine, we will start with your name, followed by other questions. We will be conducting the interrogation until all answers will be given. There will be a break time."

The other started, in a bit more deeper voice. "Provide us with your name, documented residence and birthdate, documented job, and your motive for coming to Hogan Point. You have only right now to do so."

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It was quite different for the Sniper Country pilots, but not that much. Separated from each other in several underground facilities, they were quickly sent by loads of special vans blindfolded until the prisoners were directed towards the room, all in the hands of Omzian soldiers and intelligence personnels.

For one tall Sniper Country pilot however, the process was just like almost any other interrogation, which has hundreds of Omzian personnels invovled -- something that was definately not expected. Dorano Eurange, the interrogator, quickly smiled at the pilot in a light brown outfit, with a patch written "Omzian Homeland Defence Forces -- Darvanoe-Lohan Fragenra Vansarkes Omzae Dakarie", as he began the interview with the recorder at his side. "Hello. During the interrogation process, we will ask you several questions so that we may take appropriate measures both for you and for our purposes. The interrogation will finish when all necessary questions has been answered."

Nodding to the recorder beside him slightly, he continued. "First, we need to know your name, date of birth, rank, and serial number."

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Omzian AWACS Flight

The crews inside the huge modified 767 continued to observe the action as usual, but eventually the battle had almost shocked them. The first dealings was no problem as they witnessed the downings of many Barbarosean fighter jets and some Sniper Country jets were also shot down, but they also saw the new wave of Barbarosean and other enemy fighter jets -- what it seemed to be either a huge wave of either Sniper Country or Omni Conglomerates jets. They knew that it was a chaotic situation, and they were not much prepared for it, but they know if the Omzian side win it would be also a big plus in the future. To add that, there seemed to be an additional enemy cruiser sitting near Honjaksgrad, persumeably providing ground attack and possibly air defence support. That did no shatter the hopes of the Omzian crews, nowhere near it.

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Skies Above Honjaksgrad

The Omzian fighters continued with all their might. With more Barbarosea and Sniper Country fighters falling out of the sky, these fighters are slowly advancing to the completion of their current goals of demolishing the invading aircraft. It was no less intense as the ground battle still unknown to them, as the Raptors quickly detected the new salvo of enemy missiles launched at their way. As they activated electric countermeasures and released decoys, nevertheless another three CAP F/A-22Cs were hit. Leaving to the only four F/A-22Cs left on the front, the remaining Raptors quickly activated their afterburners and engaged into a head-on course towards the enemy fighters, before firing their total of eight Scorpion advanced heat-seeking missiles at the Barbarosean fighters. But something was wrong. A pilot quickly yelled over something as it seemed, before being cut off from the radio. It seems that some missiles had hit the fighter jets, as the radar warning receivers chirped with emissions from some enemy F-13Bs extremely close to them. As they detected additional missile launches, they quickly took evasive action. But since the Python-5 missiles were too advanced to evade at such stage now, they had no hope and the remainder of three fighters blew up above the Honjaksgrad countryside. The Python-5s, coupled with the SAMs anmd the Barbarosean Sidewinders, had ripped the remaining CAP flight F/A-22Cs apart to virtually nano-pieces. None survived, but at least they traded.

The rest of the CAP flight however, a total of six Raptors, was quickly ordered to engage the enemy with their last might after the huge losses taken. It was time to put them from a sleeping session in CAP to the interception mission. However, to their disbelief, Major Klaun of the sixth Raptor quickly yelled out an ejecction call before cutting off, as an additional six suffered from the Sniper Country F-13Bs. But with this, the remainder two Raptors quickly decided to empty their load and engage the enemy closing-in with guns, and fired two Cockatrices each at the enemy F-13Bs and the rest of the 4 Cockatrices at the remainder of the Barbarosean Z-1s they ahd learned to hate and curse at, as they left the last 4 Cockatrice MRAAMs and Scorpion missiles in their weapons bays, turning off their radar, and planning a suprise attack.

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The Alpha and Beta interception flights, a total of thirty-six F/A-22Cs, wasn't that much luckier either. As all of them still had 12 missiles left each, they still tried to keep a low-profile bot nevertheless the external weapons gave them away, and set themselves up as preys for the enemy Sidewinders and SAMs.

The Alpha flight was still quite separate from the Beta flight in terms of location. As they fired another round of 4 Cockatrices each towards the remaining enemy Barbarosean fighter jets each (making the total missile number being 72) to try to finish them off to make way for the new breed of Sniper Country, Omni Conglomerates, and Barbarosean fighters, they also quickly took countermeasures as they immediately detected another group of enemy Sidewinders and SAMs coming towards their way, releasing a huge cloud of decoys (chaffs and flare) as their wingtip-installed "chaff box" virtually exploded and activating a series of evasive maneuvers and countermeasures, as they lost the radar locks on the enemy fighter during the process (since a single radar can't scan everywhere around it). However, to the pilots disbelief, somethign still came on the radio. "Alpha five... I'm hit-", it was a quick moment before it went silent. A total of ten fighters was virtually chopped off by the wave of the shrapnels coming from enemy missiles, primarily Sidewinders and the Python-5s that were fired by the enemy F-13Bs. It was a moment of silence for the younger pilots, while the older pilots knew that they had gone over this for what it seems hundreds of times. In reply however, they fired another total of four Cockatrice missiles each (this time total is 36 missiles) at the remaining enemy flights, as a remainder of 6 assorted missiles were left in their arsenal. They quickly disengaged teh radar lock, until they detected soemthing. Suddenly, the RWR chirped again as the pilots saw a total of twelve F-13Bs' radars quickly appeared on the outer sphere of the screen -- but already too near. "Alpha Two, Flight, bandits detected at eight o-clock! Engaging!", one pilot yelled as he quickly turned to the direction of the origin of the radar emissions, and got a lock on it using his IRST system. With the IRST as a guide, he quickly tried to establish a radar lock and was partly successful when he got into the very short range. The fighters were somehow almost within visual range, being only 14km away from the Omzian F/A-22Cs, as they were largely ignored during the furball with the Barbarosean fighters. "Alpha one, flight, engage bandit thirteens... fox three!", the flight leader instruced as two additional Cockatrice missiles were leaving from the internal weapons bays towards the enemy F-13Bs. The others followed suit, as an additional 6 F/A-22Cs contributed by firing another salvo of 12 Cockatrices at the enemy F-13Bs.

The Beta flight was in a much similar situation, but was detecting a much larger flight coming: over fourty enemy fighters were coming, overwhelming the tracking limits of virtually any fighter-mounted radars. But to the AWACS as they were informed, it was almost like eighty F-14. It could be either Sniper Coutnry or Omni Conglomerates aircraft, but they quickly turned their radar off for maximum sitealthiness, while jettisoning their fuel tanks. They knew that it would be next to suicidal to fully engage the cloud of enemy F-14s, but they wanted to pave a way for the future. Neverthless, they targeted eight enemy F-14s each, and engaged four at a time, firing eight Cockatrice MRAAM missiles each (144 in total) within a range of what it seems to be about 60km, locking onto the F-14s with their LPI radars for decreased detection. They know what they were facing and the capabilities of the Tomcats, so they tried to do it with maximum stealthiness -- the thing the Raptors would be good at. But as additional enemy Sidewinders and SAMs targeted them, they again took evasive actions and another 5 fighters were chopped off by the enemy SAMs and Sidewinders. It was teh first time they felt as if they were in the Army and are engaging in a huge firefight, and they thought about this airwar towards no end. In the process again however, after attempts to evade, four was lost to enemy missiles, as the planes quickly were turned into fireballs, being pulled onto teh ground by gravity.

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The Omzian F/A-160s however, had the same situation except that they were a bit luckier since less of them were targeted. Being less stealthy, they were quickly becoming prey as much as they fought back.

The Carbon flight, a total of 21 air-to-air armed F/A-160Bs, also had little to celebrate from their kill on Barbarosean Z-1s from their previous wave of Cockatrice missiles. As they detected another wave of missile launches, they themselves conducted evasive measures, pulling extreme climbs and dives to loose themselves from the enemies' radar locks and releasing decoys. But they also suffered casulties themselves, with a total of 7 hit from a combination of enemy Sidewinders, SAMs, and another 4 from the mysterious Python-5s, which were much harder to evade because of their ultra-maneuveribility characteristics. The remainder of the 14 F/A-160Bs charged as they fired their last three Cockatrice MRAAMs each at the Barbarosean Z-1s as they prepared to charge in with the Scorpions with the radar off, and eventually with guns and hopefully getting into some major, real dogfight. As the Sniper Country missiles were not noticed of much however for them, 6 were also blown off the sky, with their pilot either killed, or parachute above the countryside.

The Delta Flight F/A-160s on the SEAD/anti-radar mission, quickly checked the launch parameters for a last moment and checked to arm the HARM/AARGM missiles, before deciding to fire them finally. The lead pilot, Lt. Col. Korans Vanoran, finally shouted over, "Delta Flight, Delta One, missile launch authorized! Launch, launch, Magnum." With this, suddenly, the AARGM anti-radiation missiles one-by-one kicked themselves off from the hardpoints and quickly activated the rocket boosters, diving into the enemy SAM sites and targeting primarily tracking radars to prevent the sites from launching missiles, as they were prepared to activate their GPS backup whenever necessary. As with this, the other five pilots quickly yelled "Magnum, magnum!" over the radio, and all 24 of these anti-radiation missiles were soon in the air, diving down onto enemy radars (half targeted tracking radars, half targeted search radars) with high speeds enough to hit the radars within two minutes. They are sure that the new warhead, which weighs over 150 pounts, is capable of sending any tactical radar installation into the scrapyard. However, after their engagement of the radars, they quickly jettisoned the fuel tanks, and went to engage the enemy fighters. Just as the wave of SAMs approached them, however, the tiny fighters dived and climbed while activating their radar jammer and releasing decoys, before having 5 hit by these missiles. The rest of the Delta fight quickly headed on and engaged the Barbarosean Z-1s, using all their might to fire 4 Cockatrice MRAAMs and 4 Scorpion heat-seeking missiels altogether, before breaking left to return home.

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Countryside, 18 km from Honjaksgrad

Major Planoe Makanise was pissed off when he was shot off the sky that much instantly, just after preparing to make his kill as a young and new pilot. More so, the fact that he wasn't able to get into visual range with the enemy fighters angered him more. He saw a friendly Omzian F/A-160 overhead some kilometers away, but now his plane is now dust. Clutching on his parachute with a survival kit, he cursed at the sky towards Honjaksgrad with anger. As he knew that he was behind enemy lines, he looked down onto the countryside. Luckily, he saw a group of small houses below him, and he had to get some planning done. But he is too angry to be planning yet, being a young and arrogant pilot he is.

He felt the weight of his own body as he slowly descended down still at one thousand feet. Seems like an altitude for an airborne drop, and he was very eager to join the elite Omzian 12nd Airborne Infantry Division before being rejected in the trainings. This also reminded him of the MP-7 in the "modified" survival pack, and the radio. Friendly forces were tens of kms away, and he didn't quite plan to get into a suicide dive with a spray of kevlar-piercing, automatic fire. But along iwth the hesitation, he still had the wish to kill as many enemy as he could. Only thing is, he's no infantry.

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OOC: Numbers ---
LOSSES from SAMs, Sidewinders, & Python 5s
10 F/A-22Cs (CAP) -- SAMs, Sidewinders, Python 5s
20 F/A-22Cs (Intercept) -- SAMs, Sidewinders, Python 5s
13 F/A-160Bs (air-to-air) -- SAMs, Sidewinders, Python 5s
4 F/A-160Bs (anti-radar) -- Sidewinders, Python-5s, SAMs
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46 TOTAL

MISSILES FIRED
144 at Omni Conglomerates F-14s (Cockatrice MRAAM)
142 at Barbarosean Z-1s (Cockatrice MRAAM)
18 at Sniper Country F-13Bs (Cockatrice MRAAMs)
12 at Barbarosean Z-1s (Scorpion heat-seeking missiles)
24 at various ground-based SAM radars, primarily tracking/fire control radars and search radars (AARGM anti-radiation missiles)

Any problems, contact me. I'm willing to adjust losses if necessary.

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Vanorkans Air Base, 350km North of Honjaksgrad

It was another rushing and chaotic moment on the airfield. Sirens continued just as commanders rushed into a bunker and discussed, with additional fighter jets elsewhere being prepared for the upcoming major air battle. No one was in a happy and exciting mood, but they had kept their calm.

"Alright," Brigadier General Vanorane started another short meeting as he looked at the data and turned on the projector, connected to his notebook computer. Being the highest ranked officer and leading the 29th Tactical Fighter Wing, he had much to do and everyone relied on him. he continued. "The situation is turning bad at Honjaksgrad. Our jets are doing well in terms of inflicting losses on the enemy, but the enemy is sendign more jets. No celebrations. It has been confirmed that over sixty enemy jets has been shot down in total, but the total reported number, plus the ones the enemy is sending as inforcements, is over four hundred."

he looked around, and spoke again. "We are in a full warfighting mode. Interception flights seems to be doing well, and that also applies to Smoke Jaguar units, but we need additional enforcements. We are pretty sure that SAM threats has been eliminated, but we also had the intelligence that they are sending a cruiser to add their firepower. Now, Early Chirp --", he said as he pointed to the map with various markings at the left corner of the huge projection, "-- is commercing, that's no problem, but we need to get more jets in the area. Prepare for a full battle. As I'm aware that there are still two backup squadrons of F/A-22Cs and two backup squadrons of F/A-160Bs left. Get them all into the air whenever possible, we are arranging to have aircraft from even further to come here. It's a battle to the death. Meeting dismissed."

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At the same airfield, there were one of the last squadrons. Primarily backup squadrons inside the air wings they belong to, they had just gotten ready for combat, and they were the only ones left in the area, aside from those strike aircraft and additonal aircraft available in the entire theatre, which would need a longer time to arrive to the area. Loaded with the maximum air-to-air load each, their job was to make an interception before the other fresh Omzian aircraft arrives from the outside airfields and bases as backups. The pilots quickly rushed towards the tarmac and got into their aircraft, as airmen checked the weapons for a last time and directed the aircraft for takeoff.

The lead flight leader of Flight Eagle, Major Yankaze, quickly peered over to his F/A-160B companion, Flight Fover, and communicated to the ground control tower for a last time. "Ground control, Eagle One, request for permission to take off from Runway one-A."

A clear transmission appeared over the radio, "Eagle One, Ground control, you are authorized to take off." The ground control also added the very word, "good luck soldier," into the radio transmission.

Pushing his throttle to full, the Major quickly looked into the front through the HUD as he both concentrated and thought about the whole air war. He may come back, he may not, but he is also aware of the whole moral of the air war: the enemy wants a huge furball, the Omzians will give them one. "Flight, eagle one, retracting wheels," he relayed over the radio as he lifted his aircraft from the ground and flipped the switch, looking at his mirrors and noticing Eagle Two is beside him "Eagle Two, Eagle One, retracting wheels," the second pilot spoke in a soft voice as fumes and blue flames raged through and out of the afterburner.

As these aircraft, loaded with a full load of a grand total of 16 missiles (with some on external hardpoints), quickly climbed as the glare of the sun reflected on the golden-coloured cockpit, and as the sleek gray jets roared as supersonic booms followed them, quickly rushing into teh battlefield while activating their supercruise capability. Kilometers away, otehr jets followed them, but instead, they landed in the same airfield. They all had their doubts, hopes, and wishes as in such a quick moment they too, are about to be stirred into the great airwar. The F/A-160Bs also followed behind preparing for the same thing, as these tiny fighters flied a bit slower, towards their destinations.

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Operation Early Chirp

Just as the huge airwar everyone there had just gotten familiar with proceeded with deadly results, the Omzian Air Force-exclusive operation, Operation Early Chirp, had to continue. They had planned the first phase to be on the same day as the airwar days before, and with a small change of plans, this still has to on. The first phase will definately begin -- today.

Panjuanue Airbase, 520km Northwest of Honjaksgrad

It was much of another hot summer day for the people in the big airbase, which houses primarily modified B-52H and B-1C bombers, along with a small backup of fighters. The base was supposed to be a significant deployment site for Omzian strategic strike operations, but this was different. Being assigned to Operation Early Chirp, they were still faced with uncertainity, but the preparation had to proceed.

Captain Monaren, the pilot of one of the B-52H that they named as the Mega Two, stood beside the huge bomber, inspecting the plane himself. The Omzian Air Force is flooded with Captain and Majors, and it was no exception for him. He had always admired of flying such bombers, and the size of it continued to awe him oday. Just as he saw crews loading AGM-136A Tacit Rainbow long-range anti-radiation missiles -- or rather, UAVs -- onto the external pylons of the bomber with much care, he talked to an enlisted airman. "What is this operation about exactly?", the airman asked.

"Striking the enemy?", the Major answered abck with a friendly smile.

Soon however, the B-52Hs each got into the air, a total of six of them left thundering roars and black smoke that has odor that can be smelled meters away, with a total of four F/A-160Cs as backup escorts even though they will be in the Omzian air defence ring during the whole assualt. Each carrying 30 Tacit Rainbow missiles, the eight bombers would travel to somewhere not so far away before releasing their weapons, but still maintaining a distance away. They had an important mission to accomplish to make way for the invasion of the "Sea Fortress" the Omzians dubbed the Mainstay as, and eventually the invasion of Honjaksgrad.

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At the same airbase, the four B-1Cs also got ready as today they carried primarily air-to-air missiles for their function as an anti-air platform, this time carrying primarily ALRAAM long-range air-to-air missiles, a mix of the maneuveribility of medium-range missiles with the long-range. The large and sleek bombers were loaded with 32 of these missiles each, and the airmen made sure that they were in optimal operation conditions, as the radars and weapons systems were all checked. Although this will take off after the B-52H, the bomber crews nevertheless got ready, and were at the moment's notice to deploy as they parked on the tarmacs. It wouldn't be a short time beforet hey take off.

The pilot of the first B-1C, Major Vankar, felt the freezing metal frame of the plane on the strip as he talked to the aircraft commander. "Don't you feel weird when you are a bomber pilot but acts like fighter jock?", he said as he checked the MFDs and the switches for a last time before the begin of their operation.

The aircraft commander promptly responded, looking up, "I'd much feel like some kind of fighter-interceptor pilot back in the sixties with ground control rather than those pilots today who seems to always boast their skills, heh."

"Well, maybe, but it still seems ironic that we are almost involved in some kind of air war. Or at least, not that air war."

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Doranes Air Field, 490km North of Honjaksgrad
Vanarons Air Base, 479km North of Honjaksgrad

The Doranes AFB was a small airfield which housed only a small numbers of F/A-160Cs while the Vanarons Air Base rarely housed any manned aircraft, as they were much designed to house UAV and eventually UCAV (Unmanned Combat Aerial Vehicles) within the Air Force. It was about time when the Omzian Air Force finally won back rights to operate the wide range of UAVs. But this time it wasn't the standard UAVs, it was the small, low-cost Bottle Rocket anti-radiation (anti-radar) UAVs and a tiny number of Firecracker tactical airborne jamming UAVs. Stored in the 15-rounds missile containers with their rocket boosters and piston engines, these extremely cheap UAVs were ideal for such operation. As the crews got the many containers and had set up the targeting informations, it would be a short time before the UAVs would be ready and be launched as part of the operation.

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Voranos Army Special Operations Base, 470km Northwest of Honjaksgrad

As much larger as it is, the Army base wasn't exactly what anyone had thought, as this Army Base only houses part of the 27th Surface Missile Battalion, operating the Naginata cruise missile. They are participating in the Air Force-oriented Operation too, though they'd much perfer to have their own autonomy and freedom. As the bunch of Army men got the 18 TELs ready plus the reloads, they were ready to fire the Naginata missiles in stock. It would be only a matter of time before the command is relayed and the launch would proceed.

But this time, for the specific operation, they mainly carried the Cicada variant (Naginata missile with a radar jammer as payload) and the bomblets-carrying verson of the Naginata cruise missiles instead of the standard bomb-carrying ones, but they were sure of what they were doing. It was almost like a huge army mobilizing, except th mechanized units much looked like missile-carrying trucks, as the missiles stood on the launchers to be fired at any moment. The crews kept their confidence high as the sound of keyboard tappings became common at teh control consoles.

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Omzian Positions, Air Defence

As the enemy launched cruise missiles onto the positions around Honjaksgrad, it did not go unnoticed by air defences later on. Although the cruise missiles screamed down the urban buildings of Honjaksgrad and aboard the countryside, slowly out of the airwar, the Omzian air defence radars chirped gradually as radar images of Tomahawks appeared on the screens of the slightly upgraded Patriot PAC-3 sites, and soon even the emplacements of HUMRAAM missiles.

The operator, a young graduate of the Air Defence School, quickly yelled out. "I got contacts, tens of them!" Others peered in, and it seems that these contacts are not the planes above participating in the air war, but cruise missiles. Tomahawk cruise missiles fired by what it believed to be Omni Conglomerates ships. As they were quick to react as these subsonic missiles got within 30km, the battery quickly fired a total of 48 PAC-3 "hit-to-kill" missiles, which scored 39 hits on the enemy Tomahawks.

The HUMRAAM Humvees however, being much less capable, nevertheless were being instructed to engage. Having received enough targeting information, the radar vehicles had some difficulties in obtaining a lock onto these cruise missiles. But nevertheless within a range of just under 16km, they had a lock-on, and one-by-one, the eight CLAWS air defence vehicles at the area fired all of their 40 HUMRAAM missiles, hoping for a hit. And they did, with 29 hits on the enem Tomahawks.

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Omzian Forward Positions

The Omzian positions were relatively quiet, until the actions taken by Omni Conglomerates. At first, the cruise missiles filled with napalm was much fo a suprise than something expected for the Omzian soldiers, although the Omzians were much on the move, maneuvering about. The first salvo of the missile hit near the residence of some Omzian soldiers and the fire quickly spreaded, killing over ten Omzian soldiers as other soldiers was quick to deal with the napalm using sand and dirt. Other missiles directly hit a "tent area" of the Omzian soldiers that they set up, killing over fifty Omzians as teh fire raged but was soon dealt with. Parked vehicles was also hit, with over fifteen assorted armored vehicles destroyed by the blast and fire, with an additional number of just under thirty Omzian soldiers hit dead. It was almost like a shocking attack, although that was greatly reduced by camoflauge techniques, mobility, and the air defence nearby.

The Omni Conglomerate soldiers was another minus for the Omzians. The Omzians were caught somehow offguard before the Omni Conglomerate men attacks, but they were fortunate that they were at a high state of radiness because of the actions going on. Over twenty soldiers combined was killed by the TOW missile as it impacted a camp nearby, and others were mowed down by the heavy minigun fire with some few injured by the shrapnel and the minigun rounds, albeit the inaccuracies of a man-carried gatling machine gun. It was a bloody scene with tons of gore. As Omzians from other positions were prompt to return fire as they tried to flank the enemy who were firing furiously, using primarily machine guns such as M249A3 SAW, as well as M312s and M2 .50cal machine guns, but an additional three was killed and two injured in the process. Men in foxhole, not so far away, also got ready and fired their O18 rifles with precision. It was going to get ugly for them quickly.

The snipers on guard, not so near but not that far away either, however, was quick to hear the noise than actually see the muzzle flash. The spotter of a sniper with a M82A1 Barrett quickly detected the groups, and the sniper quickly looked into the scope and targeted one of the minigun-carrying men's torso. Although he'd much perferred either a special light SPR (Special Purpose Rifle) sniper rifle or one of those gifted M200s for other units in the cocnentration. he had tried out one of the CheyTacs once and was greatly interested in the nifty accessories, especially the ballistic computer. But nevertheless, he was happy enough to get a position as an Advanced Marksman. he had little time, and as much as the deafening noise of the minigun continued, he pressed the trigger.

the rest of the Omzians, ducking for cover, quickly called for one of the OH-58s nearby, while also calling for troops to fire SMAW, AT4, and HIWS rockets. It was instant actions for them, and they weren't as efficent as they were. Their current goal was to suppress the enemy, and get the other weapons online.

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Near First Battalion

The remaining Comanche helicopter quickly evaded as it fired its guns and the likes, before the crews spotted a tiny dot, then what it seems to be like an H-6 Little Bird that the Omzians also operate. As the Little Bird suddenly fired its minigun rounds, the Comanche replied by firing 20mm rounds of its own, before the minigun rounds started to penetrate the thin armor of the helicopter. However, as the pilots saw a thin smoke trail, they ignored it, before an explosion rocked the cockpit and the Comanche. The crews never knew what happened, as their lifeless bodies and the burning junk rained down onto the ground, pulled by gravity of the earth.

Then there was almost a deafening silence. The battlefield was soaked with blood as bodies and body parts from both sides lie there lifeless, with small fires burning from the rockets and the gun rounds. The foul smell then came forward. This is the result of an ambush.

The tanks however, quickly took the chance and evaded. They had much to thank to the helicopter, and wished for it to come out alive. As what soon they will learn, their future "Blue Double Star" medals will never replace the lives of their comrades. They also learned what war is like, and they just didn't want to think about it. It was almost seemed like a horrific feeling, although they still had a chance of fighting the Sniper Country side they learned to express a burning hatred to.

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The Omzian Army men, continuing their march, also continued to monitor the space forward of their position. The UAVs and the helicopters continued to watch overboard, with live high-resolution coloured images transmitted virtually every second.

As they travelled however, the artillery portion was quick to act as the Omzian tanks pulled out. The artillery vehicles were quickly left off with parameters from the Omzian helicopters as they quickly prepared to fire, and did. They quickly fired in two bursts for three minutes, before all 16 DPICM rounds with over 10,00 submunitions got into the air towards the suspected firefight location, while the only two MLRS vehicels everntually fired all their 6 M26A3 rockets with DPICM rounds. It was almost like another field maneuver exercise for the crews and the soldiers, but it only seemed real this time. They were now actually injuring and killing their enemies, except that they were doing so indirectly.

The troops however, continued, before the UAV crew reported something. "Vang... I still something," the operator of a laptop-sized control console alerted his comrades as something appeared on the screen. "It seems to be... enemy positions..."

The information almost shocked him. There were indeed enemies not in the area, but enemies that are coming to them. It was almost like a cloud of vehicles as it seems. Infrared imagery reveals more: to be what it seems to be troops inside the trucks, and most important of all, armor support. One of the crew, keeping his calm, informed the entire unit over their radio set. "Enemy spotted, estimated to be 10km ahead, twelve o-clock. Imagery from Skylark sent. Waiting Authorization to engage from XO and CO. Get ready for attack at any moment, set up positions!" As this message was distrubted to every soldier, they immediately checked their magazines and guns, many before getting off from their Humvees. Although slowly moving, the troops moved cautiously as other soldiers guarded the Humvee-mounted M2s, Mk.19s, and TOWs, aside from the additional mechanized vehicle they ahd to worry a bit about. Sniper teams were ready to get set up, as they knew that this isn't a pretty fight.

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The helicopters and the tank-killers followed along at about two to 3km ahead of the gorund forces for the most part, although the tank-killers generally flew faster and higher while still able to find their threats, as they also tried to avoid the major airwar front of them.

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In the Desert

The small artillery force, a Self-Propelled Artillery Battalion with 6 M2012 Cavalier, 12 M270 MLRS, and variou supporting vehicles, and two backup 300-strong battalions, were quick to travel and react. It didn't seem to them that there were much benefits for possible enemy paratroopers at the area, as the crews all looked at the ground: cracked mud and soil with rare traces of died-out grass, that, or pure desert land. The soldiers themselves weren't too comfortable with the extreme heat, and had to rely on their extra accessories for the purpose of staying in the heat. Some men cursed at the heat, while some quietly kept moving. "Ya know, the nuts at the garrisson are crazy to kick us out of here and leave us in this heat, damn it," Private First Class Horvans complained as he sat in the Humvee, being much of a new kid in the block as he joined the Army just after graduation from college with a degree in electric engineering.

"Please," Sergeant Garoans replied. "If you keep while about it, you ain't getting nowhere. It will be required for us to stay here, and if you are thirsty, why don't you drink the damn water? We ain't going back anwyays. if you want to go back, walk. We ain't going to follow you."

As the parameters has been received from the Air Force aircraft, the artillery battalion quickly took action, as they were plan to shell the area as well as 10km around it, where villages are still virtually non-existant, so they didn't quite expect damage to civilian properties. As the last firing parameters were entered, over 36 155mm artillery rounds, each filled with 64 M42 and 24 M46 submunitions (total of 2880 submunitions/min), were fired for a duration of 8 minutes. The MLRS vehicles also got into action, rotating the box launchers and triggering the rockets, before the rockets were one-by-one propelled from the vehicles into the horizon, making it a total of 144 M26A3 rockets fired, each containing just about 644 DPICM submunitions. It was like a field maneuver, as teh sky was lit with trails of rocket launches, and the noise rushed into the silent desert like a huge wind.

However, they didn't care much about wiping out the enemy using only artillery, as the Omzian troops patroled near the area. The Air Force was also quick to send three Predator drones to search for possible enemy locations, though it would be much harder if the enemy used camoflauge.

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Port Hagras Coast

The Omzian Kiowa Warrior helicopters wasn't much lucky, as they fired their rockets and the 20mm gun at the enemy forces. The pilots quickly saw the smoke trails of enemy shoulder-fired missiles as the missile warning system was quickly overwhelmed by the missile. Although they were quick to react and deployed tens of flares and actviated the IR jammers to evade some of the missiles, nevertheless the missiles hit the rotor shaft. the explosions from the small warheaded created an amazing explosion as the first helicopter rained down with smoke trails behind onto the enemy forces in flames, and the second and third helicopter also crashed down, hoping to create a last damage for them.

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The Omzian troops finally got ready as they left their base to the suspected landing site. With some forms of armor, artillery, air defence, and helicopter gunship (a total of four Kiowa Warriors and four Firebirds) support, the mass of the thousands of troops quickly got in trucks, Humvees, and some Mist Lynx IFVs, as they prepared to march down towards their destination through the grasslands in hot weather. Having a supply of water and newly assigned special water containers for troops with much ammunitions and magazines, they had little to worry about logistically, in a great fighting condition. But they still hoped that the enemy wouldn't appear. Virtually no one really liked war, although sometimes it was necessary. They would need a few hours to get to the grand destination, but if there were enemy troops out there, they would need a lesser time. Everyone hoped that they could return.

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Near Hagras

The Omzian air defence crews were suprised, as they saw only three transports slowly falling down towards ground-level out of the five. It seemed that the enemy transports, either extreme lucky or the air defence crews themselves have some really bad luck, had dodged a total of 9 high-performance PAC-II missiles of theirs, which seemed next to impossible for the Omzian air defence troops. As they flew faster and faster, they were almost in the range of some medium-range air defence setup kilometers, around Port Hagras just before the firebombing, although they hesitated to contact the other systems. Knowing that the officers could excuse them from wasting some expensive missiles anyways, another four of the missiles were fired at the enemy transports, shaking the ground again as fumes plummeted the box launchers. They knew that these planes carried something that would be extremely harmful for the people of Port Hagras, as the missiles streaked towards their targets, clearly on lock, at high speeds. The ground crew were careful not to lose their lock, as they were ready to send the aircraft into their demise.

It's either they fire and get a medal, or they don't fire and risk some frowns from the Officer Corps.

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Interrogation

The Omzians -- rather than people from OHDF, they are from the Omzian Interior Affairs Ministry -- had expected this. To them, the probability that Ty is related to the invasion is already a factor, and it was the time to move onto the next stage. One of the officers, nicknamed "Trolase" -- Omzian for "Underdog", smiled as he heard what Ty was saying. He spoke again, in almost perfect English this time, reflecting the language training days.

"Why, no need to freak out in front of us. Anything you are made about that you would like to tell us, before resuming?"

He paused, raising his eyebrow, while monitoring Ty's emotions. the other one however, didn't speak at all. They got the whole night for this, and there is no room for any softness. But neither are they allowed to physically abuse a prisoner at this time -- an ancient rule in the Omzian tradition and culture, a new rule in the ministry.

Pilot Questioning

It was regular routine for the interrogation officers, who are trained to handle the POWs without too much harm. The room was almost empty, expect for the umans, the chairs and the table, and the "point" -- something they like to refer the hole as which provides the field of view for a surveillance camera. It is also an old Omzian custom to not treat the "surrendered" or helpless captured enemies with much harm, and is too "unorthodox". The recorder, having learned the fact that he would need to "shut up" and be quiet during the process, quickly wrote the notes down in English. The room, for a small moment, was filled with outside noises and the sounds of writing.

The interrogation officer spoke again. "I understand that you are in the SCAF. What's your view of the whole war, and the mission you are doing? Do you want to fight this war? Did you think that your side could have won in the battle at the bay, and do you thinkthat your side would win the war?"

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Over Honjaksgrad

As the Omzians were taking losses, and as the Smoke Jaguar jets continued to do their part of the fighting, the F-13Bs created a nuisance and threat for the Omzian aircraft. To the pilots of the remaining aircraft, the destruction of four of these aircraft was a step towards removing the threat and the naval battle they thought that they may see ahead. However, as the rest were tasked to take on the other aircraft, at the same moment the F/A-22Cs were diverged to engage the remaining F-13Bs.

The last remaining 6 CAP F/A-22C aircraft, primarily origionally planned for backup, knew the advantage of turning off their radar and keeping their stealth (with all the missiles on the external stores fired), only relying on the advanced digital datalinking capabilities of their Raptors for situational awareness. As they calculated their distances and cruised for a bit towards the F-13s, they quickly turned on their LPI radars once again. But only this time was time to engage with determination. Each fired off 2 of their Cockatrice missiles as they hoped for them to hit, making it twelve missiles streaking towards the enemy F-13Bs. They were also aware of the SCAF pilots' ability to dodge missiles skillfully, and kept the rest of the missiles as another smaller surpise. The Alpha interception flight also made an effort to fire out another salvo of four Cockatrices, as the flight preferred to save up the missiles for further engagement.

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The situation was almost chaotic for the air-to-air F/A-160Bs, as the F-13s somehow has chosen to engage these much swift and smaller fighters out of the remaining allied ones. As they engaged the closing in F-13s with helmet sight-guided Scorpion heat-seeking missiles just as the enemy fighters dived onto them, more than six were fired at their direction. The pilots soon knew that it was too close to engage them, and they activated their 20mm Vulcans They now must apply their gunnery range skills into combat. It was both an exciting and risky thing for these missile-oriented modern pilots, although they were trained in gunnery just as much. As they learned however, the actual firing part won't happen that fast unless they want a quick attempt in doing so.

"Three, check your flanks!" One of the F/A-160B pilot, Major Hagans, quickly saw a distant fighter-sized shape at his ten o'clock as he was still trying to find a target for his Scorpion missile. With this, he quickly realized that it's an enemy fighter, and he quickly pressed the button on his stick, and pulling the stick carefully. Fortunately, the jets responded very quickly as he tried to take advantage of the difference from the speeds of him and his opponent. As he pushed down, trying to turn on the left a bit towards the bottom and eventually getting to the tail of the F-13 with some turns. He was sure that his heavier opponent was doing the same thing. It's now either win, or lose. He might as well expect some time before the gun firing actually begins.

Another F/A-160B pilot also noticed the swarm of perhaps several enemy fighters coming to their way, shaped like those bulky-looking JSFs that was outright rejected by the Omzian military. As the missile won't arm itself at such a close range, and to prevent the risk of shrapnel flying over onto the "mother aircraft", the light and swift fighter quickly made its turn at the head-on course and began the attack sequence, the pilot already holding his thumb on the FIRE button of the stick. The great agility of the small and agile fighter helped during the initial phase. He took note of the sun glare on the seven or eight clock behind him, and began to turn to the enemy's tail.

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The remaining Omzian F/A-22Cs and the F/A-160s, newly armed and fueled, cruised at supersonic speeds towards Honjaksgrasd to join the battle. It's either they survive themselves, or the Omzian Air Militia squadrons will be called up. Already armed their missiles and activated their radars, they kept a smaller profile with their stealthy characteristics and the LPI radars than the next. The AWACS informed them of the newly-coming enemy fighter are underway, mostly Z-1s of F-14s adding up to nearly two hundreds. It seemed like a golden opportunity with some luck, and they were also ready to sacrifice their own bird and life for the Omzian cause.

The lead of the flight, quickly called to the friendly Raptor flights just a hundred and some of kilometers away via their secure radio. "Alpha, Beta, Eagle flight inbound at 109 clicks. ETA 6 minutes. Over."

For the diminishing F/A-22Cs, who chose to hang on and perhaps make a sacrifice anyways, had a huge sense of relief. "Copy. This is Alpha One, encountering bandits of Scooter and Bakery origin. We have about nine or ten thirteens here, try engage new enemy flights. Over."

"Roger that, we've them on radar, and your data on console. Over," the lead of Eagle Flight replied back. They wanted to make the enemy aircraft disappear, but now it seemed to be a very hard job.

As the short radio talk has finished, the jets whooshed through the thin air at the altitude of 60,000 feet, on their way to proceed their mission. The sun glare wasn't helping that much as they thought above the thin clouds, but they could already notice the increase of structures. They were closing in towards the city.

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The pilot, with intentions of walking to the barn nearby and perhaps find a kind, gun-owning, and enemy-hating farmer, quickly ran into the barn he saw. As he heard the sound of the helicopter, he quickly tried to evade, though he didn't use much of his Escape and Evasion trainings and instead opted for a total escape. Inside however, he found refuge inside the dark barn, which only has a light source from the crack overhead. No one seemed to be there, except some hay and dead grass, as he walked towards a wooden door. Something happened.

He was suprised when he suddenly heard a loud bang, followed by his total blindness and the sharp ringing in his ear. It was almost like a million bees attacking him, except with not much pain, as he crouched at a corner. The effect was so strong that he crouched in his corner, doing nothing, for a whole minute. As his sights was regained with his ear still emitting the buzzing sound into his brain, he quickly saw the enemy soldiers, who were coming towards him. He didn't quite bother to use the radio and the MP-7 (which was loaded with the rounds chambered already), and gave himself in. Despite what he had thought before, he thought now that this is a wise thing to do. At least he still has a cyanide capsule, incase the enemy tries to torture him, in which he doubts that they wouldn't torture him.

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The revolt in Honjaksgrad seemed huge as people, both amaeturs to seasoned hunters, began shooting at the nearby enemy soldiers, to Hagrane Borane, a 45 years old hunter who experienced with guns since he was 15 years old in the Omzian Army Cadet Corps, shooting an Army issue O12 (which is a copy of the M16A2) at the range. Despite what some of his frields suggested, he still went on to fight. He disliked osme of those who had close not to fight. His armory included his own AR-15 (which is the civilian version of the M16) rifle, his Hangarano Arms HAN-110 12-gauge shotgun, and his Hangaranano Arms HM1911 pistol. He was also the only one in his apartment who collected the most stuff from the military legally, as he bought a small and light kevlar suit (primarily for civilian protection uses) he found in a military store and a hockey helmet for some extra protection. He was grateful that he was much luckier than most of those who were only equipped with a shirt, a hunting rifle or some civilian form of the popular assault rifles, and some hair. Others looked at him with amazement, and in a few cases, jealousy, as he wore his helmet and armor and clutched onto his AR-15. More so, he stood out from the test of the largely purely amaetur crowd, and maybe aside from those who wore hockey helmets for protection. It was a bit awkward for him, especially when he carried another magazine with him.

He was also careful not to be shot. There were tons of enemy troops around, and one mistake could land him in the Honjaksgrad Cemetary. As he largely ignored the air war overhead for now, the sun was a bit of a pain for him as he aimed at an enemy soldier, who was engaging another hunting rifle-armed civilian. He stocked up his anger, and as the distraction came, he quickly took aim with his ironsight and fired some rounds onto the chest of the enemy. He fired angrily as he heard the cries of pain, before taking cover behind a large pillar.

As he heard more cries of pain, including someone who had been shot when he tried to drag the body of what it seems to be his friend, he shot again at the soldiers and immediately taking cover. The emerging sound of gunfire also scared the pure amaeturs, who had fired at the enemy forces more not to lose face than to really sacrifice their life to try take a step in "liberating" their own city. As he saw someone throwing a molotov cocktail at a group of enemy soldiers, he also saw the more experienced shooters finally taking fire, and some of the amaetur fighters began falling back.

Already, there are people who were shot by the enemy, but they were sure that the whole might of them might as well push the enemy back by one step. It will be a process of step-by-step. He knew the risk of this, but the more the enemy suffers, the better.

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The Combat Zone

The only remaining pilot of the Comanche, Chief Warrant Officer Ganard, was much expecting his death as the LAW rocket exploded near the helicopter, as he felt like the helicopter had hit a big rock at the tail in midair. However, as the helicopter burned at the end, he didn't had much time before the helicopter fell onto the grassfields. He wasn't much aware of the enemy troops taking him to an enemy medic, and before being fed up with the morphine, he didn't complain about his burning back. He couldn't.

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The Omzian troops, now well-fed, well-armed, and having a good morale, had spread around in a wide "A"-shaped formation, with the ending portion of the formation bit less obvious than the others. From the start at northwest, they kept their notice for enemy troops and air support.

Then something came up. It was quite slow moving, but compared to helicopters, this moved fast. As they had taught about the Sniper Country aircraft during a small course during the beginning of the war, they began to suspect that the thing was a V-44 Warmover, some kind of transport armed with guns as they had figured. On their radar screen, the V-44 almost seemed like a fattened up MV-22 or C-130 slowly lugging around its armaments. But the executive officer of the group, despite some warnings, advised them not to fire, as the radars discontinued their search with them turned off for the moment. However, the "air defence troops", the select few who carried their Black Fly missile tubes and the control on their backs, kept their vigilance. The FLIR system and the missile on the Avengers, which is ahead of the "convoy" (rather than the position of the CLAWS vehicles which are at the back), silently locked onto the signatures of the V-44's engines after the lack of Omzian IFF codes on the enemy aircraft proved that it is one, and waited for the moment to fire its barrage of missiles and the .50 cal.

As this is kept track of, the troops were informed of what's coming ahead, and they were prepared for it. The news was broadcasted over their radio channel. The low-flying Gunslingers, which were armed with Scorpion air-to-air missile as their "sidearm", decided to check them out ahead of the Omzian ground forces.

With this, the operators of the Avenger vehicles got ready for the firing, as the laser rangefinder showed that the aircraft wasn't quite far away. It was almost the time.

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Temporatory Command for 5th Infantry Division, 180km from Honjaksgrad

The Command Hut, this time, sat there at the same state, maybe with more humid and dust. It was just some group of tents sorrounded by troops and perhaps the 5-ton trucks and HEMTTs of the supply convoys, as logistics played a good role in their positions to bring the extra liquid and powders for summer combat. Inside however, Major General Huron Januaron met with the others, who were both equally worried and confident. The Major General is a sort but fit and strong man, a seasoned soldier who had first joined the reserve at the age of seventeen and has commanded an entire platoon at the age of just twenty-two just after going through Officers Corps School. He was also the one officer who got along with the enlist and other lower-ranked people well. As the war had progressed however, he began to be more worried. However, Colonel Lakane Horanno-Andovan and Brigadier General Hae gave him some relief as a companion in his decision making.

The Colonel started his routine at the meeting, as he looked at the papers with this head down without emotion nor gestures."...going quite well if the shipment continues. So, our priority in this area right now is to make sure the food and the fuel comes quickly without disturbance. That's all good for now.

Now, about the engagement. We now seems to have the news, mainly from tactical UAVs within the Battalion command, that there are indeed now enemy troops trying to penetrate our lines from Honjaksgrad, although mostly from small amounts. With more reserve divisions going to be called up to this area sometimes later, we must stop them from commercing more of this attacks before the clearance to our own ground operations. Our -- or rather, mine -- plan, if Major General Hae agrees, is to send a portion of the entire brigade of mine to do a sweeping operation. We are most likely going to include infantry, but we are sure that we can also send a few tank platoons as a part of the package. The battalion we sent right now, as it has been obvious, is not enough for such operations, and hopefully we can also get some Smoke Jaguar commanders to agree to our idea, but it seems like that we still have to communicate to them about this." The Colonel then finally looked up, still with the plain face he's keeping since almost high school. "Comrade Major General Hae, do you have the news about access to artillery support?"

"Lakane, just call me Hae," the Major General said with a small grin, usually in his cheerful, young attitude. "Anyways, I have consulted with the Corps commander here, and it seems right now that we could have limited access to a Corps-level artillery brigade, as well to the aviation brigade, which could be very interesting and gives us the big plus. Hopefully we will have more air support with that. Also, the headquarters has communicated with the Air Force also to provide a few more of those Gunslingers and some long-endurance UAVs, which should be good for now. They are also considering the option of contributing some F-160s, although we certainly won't see them now with that air war there. Good stuff."

The Colonel started again. "Yeah, Hae, but are they considering the option to send a few troops from other units here?"

"No word on that exactly, though I will probably contact the headquarters about that. But we do have some autonomy, and I think that the whole division is enough for that right now. We have to make sure that not all are drawn to this, and that we must complete the objective at the same time.", the Major General took over and answered, before another answer popped out from one of the junior officers, who were nervous of speaking in a meeting of the higher mortals, as they'd call them, and just preferred to listen for the whole session. "Would there be the Savaranz Alphas coming?"

The Major General turned his head and said, "I don't know about the Special Operations people. It seems that they had their own stuff planned here and are taking up good positions, but we'll see if they are willing to help, that is."

One of the enlisted men and junior officers has asked another question. "Comrade Major General Hae, do you know when will the operation will be starting?"

The Major General looked, and answered to everybody's suprise with a weak smile. "It's starting now with a full brigade of ours with 1900 men. You can call that a small brigade, yes, but they are already moving behind that battalion we sent along with some AHs and armored vehicles. There's already the eight tanks moving with artillery and UAV reconissance support straight ahead."

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320km North of the Desert

After the artillery strike, the information from the Army Garrison in that region has been sent to the only airbase nearby, the Hoganeasu Airbase. The airbase, somehow luckily for the situation, was a bomber airbase with both heavy bombers and smaller, and stealthier attackers. Moreso, the base is the only bomber base there in the area.

Not so far away from the command tower, two B-52H Stratofortress were preparing for the mission. One was carrying a total of 27 CBU-58 cluster bombs and 6 CBU-89 Gator mine-carrying cluster "bombs", while another one was carrying a total of 52 500lb irons -- perfect for carpet bombing of a huge area before entry. They slowly began to move towards the big runway from the tarmac, as the five crews were prepared to conduct a special mission at the morning within was also important to the army to give clearance to a sweep. They were on an important mission as the aircraft commander looked on the clipboard and the LCD screens, preparing for the mission ahead. Outside, the sun's rays reflected on the greenish cluster bombs, whooshing with the bomber past the moving air as they took off. At that moment, all of the crews checked their systems for a last while, making sure that they can perfect their mission.

With a loud roar and streams of black, cancerous fumes, the BUFFs lifted itself up and retracted its landing gear, banked towards the left as it climbed sharply, and began its mission. Essentially, as the part of the harassment plan, they were assisting a force that will sweep the area afterwards, but they didn't think so.

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Operation Early Chirp

The eight B-52H continued their flight at the altitude of 46,000 feet at high subsonic speeds, carrying their huge load of the Tacit Rainbow UAV/missiles. While keeping away from the air battle emerging at the Honjaksgrad skies as they thought it was unnecessary to release the Tacit Rainbows at too close of a range, they also took the advantage of the air battle so at least they could go a bit unnoticed, beyond the range of the enemy air-to-air missiles. Activating the onboard tactical radar jammer, they took great caution to perform the mission as planned, and coordinated with the rest of the flight before diverting back to their base. More so, they were not far from the Tacit Rainbow's range of 430km.

They also hoped that the newly B-52H-deployed missile could work, as they had just gotten some training for it, and read and read the stats all over again. As they remembered, the Omzian-upgraded Tacit Rainbow is a low-cost, turbofan-powered anti-radiation missile with a subsonic speed and a huge range, much like the UAV. They also remembered, from the countless trainings, that the low-flying missile had a highly flexable programmed navigation system and seeker system, which would help the missile to reach its target, before loiter and seek for any hostile radar emissions, before dive in and destroying the radar completely with the 40lb blast-frag warhead. It was best to be used in huge swarms, as they were taught in a small tactic session, to overcome enemy air defence systems and strike as much as possible. Only that they are going to employ the live missile, carrying a live warhead and an active seeker, now in this mission.

"Flight, this is one, be prepared for release. Follow steps, engage, and break left. Over.", the aircraft commander of the Mega Two radioed as he sat on the top deck, looking at the distant grounds thorugh the dissipating clouds. He checked the LCD screen, which was displaying mission data from the cartridge he inserted. As they went through a cluster of thick clouds, he peered at the screen. It was suddenly clear to him. It's time to fire.

He radioed the entire flight again, "Flight, this is one, release. Release. Release. Release One through thirty. Over." As this message proceeded, the eight huge aircraft quickly turned towards the southeast and dived to a lower altitude, before opening their huge bomb doors. Suddenly, one by one, the missiles fired without a hitch as the aircraft decreased speeds. Each of these small missiles dived down and flew with their turbofan, as their mother aircraft was coming to an end in the release of the missiles. Soon afterwards, the 240 cheap and durable Tacit Rainbow missiles were fired. They weren't big, but what made them special was that they were travelling in a huge swarm to target the enemy ships' radars, most notably air search radar on the enemy ships, in an attempt to disable the enemy's fleet air defence capabilities.

As the release has finished, the large BUFFs' banked right slightly and turned, as they finished the initial part of their mission. It was quicker than those crews has thought.

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At the same origin airbase, the B-1Cs finally got ready as the internal weapons bays was stacked with the large ALRAAM air-to-air missiles. The ground crews seemed to be addicted to checking out every component of the "bomber" over and over again, and it was proven to be an annoyance to the flight crews. Just as the checking was finished not long before, the control tower finally gave the signal to take off. And so they did.

With this, the large, sleek bombers each took off to full power with their afterburners, kicking them off from the runway quickly to start their mission. Over a short moment, these bombers, flying at high subsonic speeds, flew past the town near the airbase and towards their destination. The crews onboard were once again, careful about what they will perform, with the personnel checking various systems such as their advanced electric warfare system and their radar, suited for their mission.

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The Voranos Army base continued to be rife of activity, with the launchers already being set up, and the various operators typing and punching in information that would enable them to finish the mission. The huge cruise missiles just sat there straight up, and although they were disappointed about how many cruise missiles the launchers could carry, they considered themselves lucky to be transferred from a ballistic missile-operating unit to a cruise missile one. The huge control consoles were equally fun to work with. It didn't take long after the emplacement process before they were ready to launch the cruise missile, with the electric data uploaded onto the computer of the missile. For the three Cicada-carrying TEL, their mission was to make sure that the radar jammer-carrying missiles (which are primarily used for the harassment of lesser-capable radars and those on CIWS systems, as the Omzians never expected to fully jam the high-powered shipbased radars) would go to the right place, stay at the right area, jam the right air defence radars, and "crash" at the right water, while the 15 Naginata-carrying TELs made sure that targeting information were fully uploaded onto them, with the IIR seeker for terminal homing being able to deliver the 218 BLU-97/B Combined Effects Bomblet (which as they remembered, was effective against personnel, armor, and other materials with anti-armor, fragmentation, and incendiary characteristics, making them ideal for certain missions) onto the right targets (which were primarily aircraft carriers and a select few of smaller escort vessels such as destroyers and cruisers). The bomblets would be used, in cases of aircraft carriers, to possibly damage the "runways" and the deck, while for the other escorts, the bomblets would rain down and by any chance, damage or/and destroy the sensors and the

The first six vehicles, carrying bomblet-armed Naginata missiles was the first to go. With a loud roar which even shook the dusty and heated ground a bit, the two missiles rose from the big launcher of the first TEL with the assistance of an attached rocket as two lines of white fumes lagged behind them, following the rocket dropping down and the missile going into the low altitude they are supposed to be in. The process followed as all 30 Naginata and 6 Cicada missiles were launched and sent into the vicinity, travelling at skimming altitudes at a speed of Mach 0.9.

As the initial launch is done, reload vehicles quickly ame as they tried to get the TELs reloaded for another final launch within 20 minutes, as an additional eight Kodachi ballistic missile-carrying TELs also came from another missile base promptly. They now have another group of missiles to prepare for, in which their HE warhead has been replaced with a mission specific one -- this time with 763 BLU-97/B bomblets, that they'd plan to dispense.

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The Air Force people didn't have much difficulty in finishing up the preparation process of the launchers of the UAVs, although some glitches for the Auxillary Power Units were fixed, taking some more time and delaying the launch slightly. However, they didn't worry too much as there was also longer delays for the other sites. As the last of the eleven 15-rounds launchers was prepared with Firecracker UAVs, the easier part came in as crews now just had to "Press the Red Button". And so they did, as a few commands into the console and an authorization finall let the first Bottle Rocket UAV break lose, its small rocket booster firing up from the top cell rail of the large box launcher before the piston engine take its part. The process wasn't much fast, but with quickened-up launches, all of them were launched within a portion of the hour, just a bit before the cruise missile at the Army base was about to be launched.

With this, the total of 150 Bottle Rocket anti-radiation UAVs and the 15 Firecracker radar-jamming UAVs were launched, flying slowly at a fairly low altitude. Although as the last minute called for some slight changes 12 of the Bottle Rockets were launched at the air defence and targeting radars of the enemy battleship near the river, they intended the slow Bottle Rocket UAVs to target radars that survived the Tacit Rainbow strike using its sophiscated sensors and dive down onto it with a 20kg HE warhead. The Firecracker UAV, carrying the same radar jammer as the Cicada missile, would also harass the enemy radar systems. Also because of the two different locations, one flight of 60 Bottle Rockets would come from the north while the other flight (with the Firecrackers) would come from the northwest, enhancing the factors of survivalbility. This was also part of the mission plan to not send the UAVs in or almost parallel to the same flight path, to attack the enemy gathering from as many directions as they could.

Also from the Vanarons AFB, almost 36 additional low-cost jet-powered drones, primarily retired and in-stock MQM-130Ds, were launched twoby-two to create more complications and to primarily overcome enemy CIWS and close-range defence systems for the actual missiles and "combat" UAVs. The drones, as their base capability allows it, also was programmed to perform high G turns as they comes close to the ships and carried simple dispensers for chaff and flares plus a simple Pandarena PR221 radar jammer, to further confuse the enemy radar operators. It took some time to launch these odd-looking targets, but they hoped that these low-cost systems could assist the drones and the other missiles in their operation, as they travelled at their high subsonic speeds at a somewhat low altitude.

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Above Farming Area, 42km from Port Hagras

Loranos, a farmer near the Port Hagras area, continued to repair some part of his own tractor as the sounds of birds and bugs buzzing under the sizzling air were interupted by a loud boom from the sky. Being born in the farms and educated in the farms, it seemed very unusual for him as the normal jumbo jets passing through the skies doesn't make such noise. Then he saw something else, as two large aircraft sped with high speeds onto him, while the booms continued. The awkward-looking aircraft, speding to his direction of northwest, suddenly rained down tens or possibly hundreds of small "lights" as a massive trail of smoke followed them all, as he looked at the whole scene confused. Suddenly, another thing happened: a large white cloud appeared. It didn't seem natural as the cloud was suddenly seemed to be sucked out from the rear of the aircraft, as the "cloud" began to disintegrate. Suddenly after that, more things came, as four separate explosions quickly occured high above the sky, as the two aircraft went down, before slowly crashing onto another field about 800 meters from him. He almost felt the concussion, as the fireballs raged with him stared at the sky, then the aircraft, with disbelief.

The whole thing seemed to be happening in seconds as the farmer looked at the sky with illusions. He quickly called the OHDF's "Situational Awareness" lines, unknowing that he would have to face the choice of either move to somewhere else or be fed on welfare at sometimes later.

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Interrogation -- Ty

The interrogators wasn't planning to use brutality as not only that was banned for the current moment, but they were just going to make a fool of themselves. They knew that at the same moment, they are also fighting with the other aspect: dealing with people who seemed to have nothing to do except stirring a mess during such time of being invaded by another nation. Nor is this fight to extract information from a criminal that easy.

The interrogator had a firm smile over his face, continuing to speak Omzian while avoiding to speak English as much as possible, though the Foreign Language School that the interrogator almost had exploded into has trained the hell out of them to speak in proper and accentless English. "That's very good, so you are feeling cheerful now? Any thoughts?"

Interrogation -- Pilot

They knew what to expect. As they thought, thinking that the enemy would "give in" that easily is simply ridiculous. But it was clear that the survival trainings from the SCAF had a whole different concept in dealing with interrogators. The interrogator continued.

"That's good for you, but we are not talking about your education here. Feeling good enough yet to answer our questions?", he said as he continued to look at the pilot, who didn't bother to look at the interrogators once.

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Skies of Honjaksgrad

It now seemed like a big furball instead of a turkey shoot that was present before as both the AWACS and ground sources watched, as the datalink on the Omzian aircraft allowed them to gain a much greater advantage. It was now time for the Omzians to pit in and test their skills against the enemy's, who seemed like a challenging and formidably-trained opponent to them. However, the game now involves live bullets, laden with lethal explosives, and kinetic metal-shredding power. There's no dice rolling on the board this time, but strategy and tactics. The Omzian pilots, in the gunnery field however, were happy to receive the new PGU-122/A SAP-HEI rounds for their gun, which should increase their lethality.

The engaged F/A-22C, which is from the Beta flight, had just fired his missile against another enemy F-13B as the second one dived onto him, firing the 20mm cannon. He quickly pulled, at the very close range, down as he performed the "double fork" maneuver taught at the Omzian Air Gunnery School to get onto the enemy's flanks first, and fired his 20mm for a short time, before saw the plane exploding. Suffering from both the "friendly" shrapnel which got nearby him and the extensive damage by the enemy 20mm, he tried to get back and maybe do a crash landing. The lights inside the cockpit beeped like mad as the fire burnt towards his fuel tank. He quickly ejected in a short escape, as he saw the aircraft exploded into a big fireball. Moreso he saw his opponent, also parachuting, nearby no further than 300 yards.

For the young and relatively new F/A-160B who was fired on by one of the strange F-13B however, he turned again as the 20mm cannon from the enemy began to shred the left wingtip and the tail of his aircraft. Though the initial shooting didn't create much effect, he turned sharply as he saw a tracer round flying just near him, zipping through. At the same time, more bullet holes appeared on the little fighter's flaps, and small trails of blackish fumes began to appear after it. As the F/A-160B quickly got a chance to fire, it fired the 20mm in short bursts before the enemy fighter jet zoomed past him, so he turned again. The particular opponent seemed to be very skillful, perhaps more skillful than the others. He also took note of the damage, which was severe enough to send him if the enemy conducts another major blow. He continued to turn over him, bleeding off energy in the slow speed dogfight. He knew that he had the advantage of being a much smaller, agile, and payload-depelted fighter here, as he finally got teh chance to fire a long burst of 20mm fire, and fired the long burst.

The second F/A-160B, piloted by a more experienced fighter pilot who at least got more chance to train and to learn, finally applied his learnings here as a relatively combat-inexperienced pilot. Fortunately for him, he noticed the charging aircraft too quickly to not be overwhelmed, and also got a gun lock as he met his enemy onto a head-on course before turning and performing some maneuvers as he got a chance to fire. Just as the enemy 20mm began to shred a portion of his tail and wing however, he lost a bit of maneuveribility as he also fired bursts of 20mm fire on the enemy F-13B. He was careful to try not to be hit again, but he also paid his own sacrifice. As he fired, his aircraft began to be more stubborn in response to his commands through the fly-by-wire flight control system, but he was much relieved that it wasn't hydraulic controlled. He had heard an instance where an Omzian F-14 was lost solely because of a hydraulic liquid leak before. As he thought this, the enemy aircraft was out of the range of the small line-linked "crosshair" on his HUD again, as he desparately tried to get another turn and fire. He now just had another two Scorpion missile on his wingtip, and once the enemy gets a bit far away, he hoped that he would be able to fire it before another possible major blow to his aircraft.

For the third F/A-160B, although it was manned by a skilled-enough pilot, he didn't really have a chance to fire an endured burst of his 20mm ammo as the enemy 20mm shattered the whole body of his aircraft, including the back of his cockpit, missing the pilot's own head by a short margin. The entire aircraft was going to turn into a fireball as a thick and wide streak of smoke followed the afterburner of the turbofan. As the pilot narrowly ejected over the countryside, he saw the aircraft going down in smoke and fire, as it soon slammed into a farm's fields as only a piece of junk. He was, needless to say, pretty pissed off, especially with the fact that he didn't get a chance to shoot and someone else would shoot. However, to his aid, another F/A-160B flying towards them quickly saw the whole engageemnt as the F-13B chased the Omzain F/A-160B for a short duration of time before the aircraft was in pieces. He quickly got a missile lock on his Helmet sight with a Scorpion missile, and fired. It was the only one of the two on his rails now, and he wanted to use it as carefully as he could.

For the fourth F/A-160B, the aircraft was again caught in the fire as it tried to evade and return fire. Despite the damages done to the Omzian aircrat in the first blow, the Omzian aircraft tried to turn and fire, and managed to fire some short bursts of 20mm fire onto the enemy aircraft, but was continued to be damaged by the enemy aircraft in chunks. He felt the enemy 20mm rounds impacting as large booms shook his aircraft. Warning lights began to come online, and as he tried to continue the engagement. As the engines burnt, he continued as the sounds of the warnings began to irritate him. He took his last breath of his life before the aircraft exploded into a huge fireball near the enemy plane he's trying to engage, the remains of the frame being blown away.

However on the other side, the same F/A-160B which had already engaged the one that had chopped off the third F/A-160B, fired another of its Scorpions onto the aggressor aircraft not that far away, this time onto the tails. He hoped that the two would hit, and if not, he would engage with guns.

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The Omzian AWACS, orbiting inland under the umbrella of the small Omzian escort, the friendly side of the airwar, and the OMzian ground positions' air defence, orbited with the crews monitoring the air war. Inside it was almost chaotic: countless radio calls going in and out; countless warnings, updates, and news; countless issuing of commands; and countless examinations of enemy aircraft. It now seems that the whole crew couldn't even get the job done that efficently, but as the Omzian fighters are putting up a stiff resistance, it gave them a bit of relief. The extreme power and capability of the radar also gave them relief.

As the Omzian AWACS continued to scan the area however, it also slightly noticed a batch of very low-flying objects on their radar screen, which almost seems to be hugging the earth as they flew slowly. However, they had more time to monitor those, but they are equally worreid about these. As a result, the AWACS informed available inbound aircraft about this, but they also concentrated on the airwar at almost the same time. However, the objects were largely ignored afterwards as they slowly disappeared with the ground clutter. A disadvantage of the automated computing on the E-3's part.

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The pilot of a F/A-22C in the Alpha flight, Cmdr. Konan, continued his combat operations just as he noticed a new appearance on his RWR: an enemy E-2C. He hed expected this as the enemy was surely going to send an AWACS aircraft to give themselves the advantage. As he was taught, he quickly switched to his MK16 datalink and sent the information to a command center, informing them of the enemy AWACS head. He hoped that the higher officers would start to deal with it as quickly as they can, although he doesn't expect the AWACS to be downed with magic. There would be sacrifices.

Not that far from the area, some 420km away, a flight of three F-24 Antares high-altitude interceptors began their flight. Armed with four AERAAM long-range missiles and two Scorpion missiles for self-defence, they were going onto a traditional interception mission, like those in a Cold War scenario: take-off, fly under a small assistance from the ground controls, get the aircraft on radar lock with the information and set up the parameters for firing the missiles, fire it under the "cover" of friendly aircraft, go evasive, and come back. It seemed a bit boring for the pilots, and shooting at an AWACS aircraft is an extremely dangerous job, but they gotta to do it. Soon, they were to climb onto 60,000 feet and go at just below Mach 2.

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Captured Omzian Pilot

The Omzian pilot, just recovered from the flashbang, listened to his captors. As his captors thought that he couldn't speak English and tried to show him what would happen to him if he escaped, he thought that it would be time to implement his survival trainings before the combat, and followed along with a word of "yes". He then reluctantly followed his captors, flex-cuffed and brought along.

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The new Omzian F/A-22Cs and F/A-160s continued their trek into the areas around the city,was virtually flooded with radio calls as they approached the real combat zone. The F/A-22Cs led the entire flight, followed by F/A-160s which are kilometerms behind for backup. Neither were the aircraft much closer together, but the formation they were flying is sufficient for what they will be doing and facing. The 48 aircraft flew into the real combat zone undauntedly, and their unofficial objective that they are trying to achieve here was to get the everlasting battle to an end with a decisive victory, but he also knew that it would involve major sacrifices, and they would suffer themselves. They would get rid of the angst in themselves, and fight in the battlefront. As much as they had dreamed, it would still take a few minutes for themselves to move into the air combat zone.

Just as they began to receive some news about the whole situation from both their datalinking and situational awareness systems and their AWACS, the AWACS suddenly informed them of a group of extreme-speed F-14Ds, coming into the Honjaksgrad area. The AWACS had informed them that while it didn't seem to have the friendly reinforcements on their crosshairs, they were proven to be a threat to the other aircraft, As this news has reached, the first flight of F/A-22Cs quickly broke off to get into an attack route and attack, while the second F/A-22C flight would engage other aircraft that are providing harm to the first flight, and hoping to give them hell. They already had the enemy F-14Ds on lock as the non-stealthy enemy Tomcats, poised to strike once they are in a proper attack formation. The trigger-pressing should be a bit soon.

The F/A-160B flights however, basically broke off to face the lesser threats that they've considered as for the current moment: the remaining Barbarosean Z-1s. However, the whole flight was again being informed of something else: the AWACS has detected a small formation of very low-flying aircraft just below where they are it. The flight leader of the second F/A-160B flight was presented with only choice at that moment: send the entire flight to the "checkings", or send the entire flight to the real combat zone. After some small talks however, the "trailing" three of the flight agreed to participate in the "objects checking" instead of the air war engagement, although they hoped that these aircraft could return after their new mission. The first flight itself along with the other 10 aircraft however, as they continued to fly in their formation, ready to attack the enemy aircraft, mostly Z-1s and the likes.

The other two however, were quite pissed off about the fact that they couldn't participate in the air war, and there . But suddenly, the AWACS now called in that the objects has "disappeared", and they may just be some form of clutter! They were equally pissed off about the fact that they had to turn back and push their throttle more, but they should be catching up in a few moments. It will be all good by then.

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The Combat Zone

As the enemy fired from their V-44 Warmover, casulties instantly mounted. As the 20mm rounds rained down and as the first of the 105mm rounds were pumped out of the enemy guns, men quickly took cover at nearby rocks and piles of weeds and bushes as grass were kicked up by the kinetic energy and the explosive charges in these rounds. The 20mm rounds also shredded a few Humvees, with their men dead or mutilated by the rounds at sight. Immediately it was beginning to be a pretty bloody sight as the firings continued and the commander, informed of this, quickly requested nearby SAMs to respond. The Omzian Mist Lynx also suffered as a 105mm hit directly onto it, destroying the vehicle along with the crew. Many vehicles' guns fired at the low-flying gunship instead to protect themselves, as rains of .50cal and 20-30mm fires began to set on the enemy aircraft, appearing in their sight. At this moment, men began to fall with the struck rounds, with battered vehicles staying in their origional locations with nothing but dead crews and endless amount of bullet holes.

Omzian air defence, for the rest however, during the action they quickly took turns. The first was the Humvee, firing their HUMRAAMs as the V-44s approached and began to mount a distant fire, firing off a total of two misssiles. Facing the V-44's heavy firepower, the Avenger quickly fired off three Black Fly missiles, as some air defence troopers fired off the Black Fly from their disposable tubes. Their goal was to heavily disrput the V-44's concentrations on its firings. As they are forcing the V-44 to take cover, another batch of three Black Fly missiles were again launched, the missiles locating the V-44 with their advanced seekers. Accompanying Mist Lynx Linebackers also responded in terms of self defense, by firing their own Black Fly missiles. The firepower of the aircraft is both amazing and devastating, but it is also clearly exposing itself to the Omzian gunners.

A Firebird attack helicopter quickly spotted the enemy V-44 as it cruised above and ahead of the force to take part in spearheading the assault, as it began the attack. The troops under heavy fire, it also fired one of its own Scorpion missile, as the helicopter crews slewed the targeting helmet onto the enemy aircraft, staring at it sharply with vengeance as the missile left off the outer wing rack and fled towards the enemy aircraft.

As the firings continued, the first casulties, a total of 25 KIA and 31 wounded, was also added by a total of six Humvees destroyed. Unfortunately, another group of one Avenger air defence Humvee was also destroyed along with a Mist Lynx and two M113-based mortar carriers, beside the three Mist Lynx heavily damaged by the accurate enemy fire along with another batch of numerous Humvees. Medevac vehicles will be coming soon to extract both the wounded and the killed, as it's a top piority. A battle tank at the right flank was also heavily damaged by the enemy fire, and was instantly put out of action as it will wait for a recovery vehicle from the Engineer platoons. But right now as the Omzians are firing on the enemy aircraft, some also took percaution and looked out for any attacking ground forces, in case the aircraft is directly supporting the enemy ground forces. Instant bloodbath.

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The Omzian brigade was ready to support the Omzian battalion. The only thing is, they weren't exactly approaching the enemy location behind the Omzian battalion onto the same route, but they were approaching from the west, about 45 to 55 degrees from the battalion route, to possibly flank the enemy from the left and keep guard later.

Numerous men were driving various vehicles, including armored Humvees with M2s, Mk.19s, and TOWs; twelve Omzian Iron Cheetah ADS tanks, a company from the tank battalion in the same division; 48 Mist Lynx IFVs, along with 12 CFV and Linebacker variants; 12 M1064 mortar carriers for accurate mortar fire, and another group of 8 Avengers and four CLAWS, just for added security. Two command post vehicles was also available, operating from behind to assist those at the front lines of the front. Artillery support by eight Omzian Cavalier 155mm guns were readily available for them, so are mortars and air support from both Army helicopters and Air Force Gunslingers. UAVs flew, mostly two Omzian man-portable Skylarks, although a prized Shadow 200 UAV was already available and flying for the Omzians, being on teh lookout for the enemy forces. They were in pretty good shape.

The force continued with their route as they continued to communicate to the Omzian battalion. Being informed of the coming enemy aircraft, they took great percaution, although they were further away from the target zone than their comrades from the smaller battalion. They were now only 21km from the target zone, or about 11-12km further from the target zone than the Omzian battalion, but the will be vital to the battalion's operations. ETA: 21 minutes.

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Operation Early Chirp -- B-1Cs

The B-1Cs, carrying the ALRAAMs, had been flying for a while now. As the crews had realized, the aircraft was just as much vulnverable as they are lethal to the enemy fighter aircraft. The large radar screen showed everything that the powerful radar in the large nose of the "bomber": there were about sixty to eighty enemy aircraft among others that appeared less significant, and a lot of the aircraft were enemy F-14s, and F/A-18Es among the Barbarosean Z-1s. There were numerous targets to engage, but the crews reminded themselves not to overreact and gave themselves to the enemies as fat, slow targets. As the crews busily worked on the targeting solutions, they felt that the 32 missiles were too enough as they continued to fly to Honjaksgrad being still 160km away. Because of this, they rather decided that firing at most 26 of them was enough as they also coordinated with the Omzian fighters' flight leaders through the datalinking systems. the situation were clear to them now: they had to act fast.

The powerful radars they are using had already, with the assistance of their crew, locked on the targets. But unfortunately, the radars' limitations didn't quite allow them to lock on all of the target they could "see", obviously. However, each were locked on ten individual targets each, mostly enemy F-14s which was deemed to be a threat to the Omzian inforcements that are coming as a last breath for the existing Omzian fighter aircraft and some enemy F/A-18Es that are also being as threats. They were also about to fire on the enemy Barbarosean Z-1s, but they were already been engaged by other friendly aircraft and were deemed unnecessary. The inbounding enemy reinforcement Z-1s however, were a still a threat as announced by the AWACS, but they were still unable to fire on them beause of the range. As the individual "interceptor" aircraft continued, it was time to fire.

The "bomb" bays doors opened as the B-1Cs cruised and got into their attack position, showing the complex network of racks inside the bomb bays with the ALRAAM air-to-air missiles along with the mechanics. The first racks were the first to fire their load, as the first 8 missiles were fried on 4 individual targets, this time a total of four F-14s. This followed until a total of 18 missiles were fired from the first aircraft, as the missiles immdiately went flying away, soon activating their sophiscated sensors to seek for the enemy. The other aircraft were a bit slow, but they managed to fire the ones they needed to fire. Although they still have 14 missiles left each, they rathered not to waste them, and mayeb use them for self-protection if necessary. Again, fortunate to them, the missiles were configured with their datalink activated, a further aid to the missile's reasonable typical range of 120km, though they had to pretty much fire them at a closer range, with some risks involved.

Wth the operation almost finished, and as they flew for another very short while, they turned back while activating their electric countermeasures, hoping for a successful mission.


OOC: Alright, this along with Eager Dawn, I won't post about this (at least not on this scale) until Barbarosea posts. If Barb comes and wants to make a post, I'll try to give some form of overview for him regarding this air war.

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Voranos Army Base

The Army Base, after firing the first batch of cruise missiles, quickly took advantage of the first-fired cruise missiles' and the other missiles' and UAVs' elapsed time as they rapidly reloaded, the missile troops skillfully handling the vehicles, the missiles, and the equipments as the cruise missile TELs began to reload, while the Omzian ballistic missiles are almost ready for launch with the targeting informations sent in. The launch of enemy cruise missiles were still unknown to them, but they would be leaving from the area immediately after the launch, as the ballistic missile TELs will be going back to their own bases anyways after the firing of the reload. They needed to make sure that their advantage of high mobility could compensate for the disadvanatge of revealing their relative location. Within the minutes, the second batch of cruise missiles were ready to be fired, only that Cicada "missiles" were reduced to two just in time for the Omzian Tacit Rainbows, as the Naginatas were increased to 34 with a minor change in targeting and other digital informations. And they did, as the second batch of cruise missiles were fired. One-by-one, red fumes and smoke raged from the small rocket boosters as the missiles rose from the launchers. The Kodachi launchers also got ready for the final launch, as they launched their eight Kodachi missiles. The missiles quickly ignited its rocket motor as the big missiles sped away, ready to exercise its GPS-aided INS guidance and dive its warhead down onto the enemy ship groups, primarily carrier battle groups, before unleashing its cloud of bomblets. The sheer number of bomblets, as they had hoped, would cause damage on at least some enemy ships.

However, as the news of cruise missile launches from forward-deployed SAM sites and radars were reached, the launchers quickly prepared to leave the scene, and the Kodachi aborted their attempt to reload for now. As they also received the news that a total of 6 missiles were fired at the enemy Tomahawks from the Omzian Patriot PAC-IIIs and another 8 missiles were fired from medium-ranged Grendel sites, hitting 7 before they went down from the targeting screen. But as these Tomahawks continued, command was sent to instruct division-level Black Fly-carrying Avengers and HUMRAAM-carrying CLAWS vehicles to engage them at short ranges. F/A-22Cs assigned for cruise missile defence weren't available because of the air war not so far above. The command and news was sent, and crews began to be evacuating.

At the base however, as the missiles approached, the extension radars from the CLAWS systems quickly got them onto the radar screen. With less success a group of four such vehicles quickly fired 4 missile each (which are improved HUMRAAMs that are built from the counter-aircraft geared OMASC AMRAAM-2005 that were rushed into combat), and downed another total of 8 missiles. However, as they sped across, the CLAWS systems weren't able to fire as the Avengers took the job. With much less success against the low-observable targets however, the Avengers around fired their load of missiles, downing only another of them as they fired from pretty much the extreme range. Another group of missiles fired as a final two were downed.

As the remaining 7 missiles made it across through the first cluster of Omzian air defence along the faraway ground positions, they began to dispense their SFW bomblets as these enemy bomblets quickly found their way to bring hell to the friendly forces with themselves. The IR sensor on the bomblets quickly found the vehicles, destroying an unlucky TEL plus a total of 5 transporters and 7 transloaders, which worked together with the TELs. Other vehicles were also destroyed, including twelve parked Humvees (which are mostly armed with either M2s or Mk.19s), trucks with newly supplied ammunition, food, and missile launcher equipments (and disrupting the effort to supply the base with new supplies), plus some LAVs and damaging two Mist Lynx IFVs, setting those which are armed on fire. Additionally, some of the personnel that were still outside were killed by the remaining bomblets' fragments. It wasn't a pretty scene to watch, although 1000lb warheads could do much damage.

There are surely going to be another section dedicated to this incident in a "Lessons Learned" publication later.

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Omzian Space Warfare Command Center

The satellites continued to orbit and the radars continued to scan as part of the Omzian ballistic missile defence network as word got out that the enemy has been trying to fire SLBMs for the second time, from their positions just outside of the Omzian waters. This deep-dug complex is still the nerve center of the Omzian ballistic missile defence and functioned as a major sector of the Omzian BMD's BMC2 system, although the regional centers serves their own purpose. The massive number of crews inside, who had just shot down a few enemy SLBMs fired from their SSBNs, enjoyed a lengthy relief as another thing came into their notice: the enemy has fired another four missiles, this time from the group of enemy ships just off Honjaksgrad. However, they had a sense of the enemy preparing to fire missiles onto their territory beforehand. Suddenly with the screens informing of the crowd of the situation, as they quickly scrambled to know more. Now the missile had boosted its way to high altitudes, on its way to space. There were little time for reaction, so the skillfully trained Army Air Defence Corps personnel quickly replied to the attack with a double defensive.

Then, news has been reached towards the command center that a number of eight interceptors, KEI interceptor missiles, has been fired from the silos and launchers at the eastern part of the Omzian nation. The personnel inside watched their own screens and the huge one above them, as it outlined the location of the enemy missiles and the Omzian missiles, which will deliver a blow to the enemy missiles in a high-speed impact. As the missiles comes to a close, the symbols on the screens did the same. Within seconds, impact occured as the warheads of the 4 of the Omzian interceptors slammed into the enemy missiles, bringing an early demise to them as opposed to a late end.

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Areas Around the Desert

The B-52 bombers flew at their high altitude, through the faint pieces of clouds floating at the high skies, as their engines roared through the sky with their own, unique sounds. At their subsonic speeds, the crews of the bombers quickly checked their parameters and of course, activated their electric warfare suites, as they thought that the enemy may also have medium-range air defences at that area. With relatively high morale, they continued to fly to the supposed area of the enemy.

After a few minutes of cruising with the big ol' jet engines they have, they finally arrived at the "bomb zone", as they'd call it. The first B-52H, carrying the 52 Mk.82, decreased altitude slightly and continued to fly as the crews finished all their targeting data and solutions, as a last communication was made. The moment came, as the bomb bays doors slowly opened high above the vast, dry lands. Soon afterwords, one-by-one, the small 500lb bombs inside were released by the racks and quickly dived down flat with a traditional whoosh sound. The bomber continued as the bombs were quickly emptied from the big belly of the BUFF. Then, the tens of tiny dots soon continued to fall down onto the bomb location as the bay was finally emptied and as the first B-52H flew away. Traditional carpetbombing, and they sure enjoyed it. Mission Complete for them. They had been told what they must do on the clipboard, and they had doen it.

The second B-52H however, following the first 500lb-carrying B-52H, lugged around its cluster bombs as it also went into the target zone. They would have rather carried the more percise WCMD versions of these, but with their skills they should be abe to deliver their cluster bombs onto the target. As it flew, its own large, grayish doors opened as the first 27 CBU-58 cluster bombs fell with their 650 bomblets within, and the green spinning canisters should be opening up soon. After another very short flight towards the east, the 6 slightly "modified" Gators (which now carries 72 tripwire-triggered antipersonnel mines and 22 antitank mines) fell from the outside racks and slowly descended down. It should open soon, landing just a tiny bit to the east from the supposed location. But luckily for the ground commanders, the mines will self-destruct within 4 days within their specific area, so they didn't really worry about it except taking note to not travel over that area.

The B-52Hs soon turned as bits of clouds floated around them, and were on their way to home, sweet home.

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The troops of the 1st and 2nd Battalion of the 4th Cavalry Regiment, numbering a total of 1089 men, were one of the majority of the troops in the 2520-strong regiment, and also one of the majority of the troops inside the big Army garrison. They were a newly organized unit, the "father" of the unit being the 11th Light Infantry Division, which itself replaced the historical Omzian 18th Cavalry Division. Aside from the weapons they have, they were also equipped with mortars, and rockets, which would give them an advantage over artillery-less enemies. Air support from fighter-bombers and helicopter gunships were available to them, but they thought that Army aviation is sufficant.

The commanders were also planning to send additional troops from bases further by an airmobile assault, but that was still under consideration. They were going to travel by Omzian helicopters to a destination near the supposed landing zone sometimes later, and set up their operations. They were sure the enemy may be on the move, although nothing much proves that, and they were also sure the enemy knows that their side is also going to deploy troops. They weren't much trained all at the desert, but they knew what they are doing, and the few rocky terrains at the flat desert would at least provide some advantage. Later, they learned that the 4th Battalion will also be moving ahead of the rest of the forces, while another two battalions from the 32nd Infantry Division at the reserves would travel from the northwest, although not that far from the garrisson.

Getting their gears and bells and whistles ready, they prepared for action. As the word has been passed, they are going to move when the sun sets down. Lieutenant Colonel Korane Sanorn, the lead of the 1st Battalion, got his maps with notes of force maneuvers and other details ready as he continued to discuss the plans with the other commanders, as the enlisted men and the junior officers waited for action while stocking up extra gear, ammunition, and most important of all -- food and drinks. Various Humvees (mounted with a variety of weapons in diffeent variants, including .50cal, Mk.19, TOW-2, LOSAT anti-tank missile-carrying variant, among others), trucks, and 105mm howitzers were also provided to give them a healthy boost.

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Revolt

The Omzian civilians were taking a hit. People began falling as the others, some with primarily AR-15 rifles, SKS Carbines, or even AK-47 and -74 rifles, others with primarily bolt-action or other semi-automatic weapons. A small number of individuals even bought the only shotgun or handgun they have into the action. Those who doesn't had such simply had molotov cocktail, homemade explosive, or other suprises they might have. Some were even teenagers and older boys who got little things to do than lobbing their own cocktails and perhaps creating distraction for the enemy troops. They all wanted to gave their country's enemy hell. But there would also be prices to pay. The people continued to fire their firearms at their own enemies under relatively good cover around their buildings, but the enemy helicopter gave them a hard punch, as rockets blew and minigun rounds penetrated, killing tens and tens of people, while injuring others. The casulties instantly mounted, as a few experienced nurses, doctors, and whatlikes began to set-up simple "field clinics", trying to comfort the injured and get rid of their moaning and cries of pain. Their method of communication and signals was mainly using whistles and even musical instruments, with different patterns and sometimes even different pitch would mean something. They knew that they are far inferior than the highly trained enemy they are facing right now on the streets, but they hoped that the sheer number of them would put some resistance. These kinds were popping literally from everywhere from their neighborhoods in different directions, and they would often pop out, shoot with a few bursts of rounds, and then pull back into cover. Yet there are older veterans and such who actually joined the army and was eligible to own militarized automatic rifles, and they proved their advantage to the rest. Others, the lightly armed, chose the molotov cocktail with their own "formulas" to make them, somewhat using them like grenades and even RPGs against enemy ground positions. Attacks in groups continued on the enemy soldiers from many directions. As the helicopters continued to attack, those brave ones also shot at them with small arms and even threw rocks at them fire at primarily the tailrotor, both from the grounds or from the buildings. Blasts, firings, cries, and yells were all common at the place instantly.

Hagrane Borane was considered to have much luck as he continued to shoot. He would typically pop out in different places over an area, aim, and shoot his bursts at the enemy concentration, whom were busy dealing with the others. He cursed at his 5.56mm ball rounds as they offered much less penetration than the AK-47 rounds some of those others have, but was still grateful of the round's range and the gun's low recoil. Under cover, he suddenly heard a series of loud noises, even louder than the M60s and the M249s he had been hearing in various places. He thought maybe it's an enemy heavy machine gun, and peeked out. He shot agian as others started to attack the enemy machine gun positions in waves in several directions. Some, as he saw, also lobbed molotov cocktails for the incendiary effect and even rocks and sand, but he wasn't immediately sure why they'd be lobbing rocks. As he fired, suddenly he heard a loud explosion before the ground shook. He had been hit by a M203 round from somewhere. The shrapnel hurted his back badly, if not crippling his whole body, and his ear kept ringing, but he'd managed to find cover again, trying to get himself back. He also heard enemy choppers, and at this time, tried to drag himself (under the distraction from other alive, firing fighters) into the building.

Noargae Lankaro is a rather inexperienced shooter, who found himself shooting a Chinese-manufactured bolt action-lookalike SKS that he'd got from Imaroe Arms shop about a year ago. He liked the gun, and he even got himself 30-round 7.62mm magazines plus a bayonet. He was at the fourth floor of this apartment, beside a window, as he shot at a group of enemy soldiers who were firing at his own people, each was hit by bullets and dropping. Just the area in front of the apartment looked like a bloddy mess. Nevertheless, under the concealment and cover, he fired through an opening of his window. He saw someone, who may be relatively unarmed, lobbing rocks and dropping down a bucket of boiling water onto another group of enemy soldiers. He took the opportunity to shoot, before reminding himself to relocate if someone had seen him. Just before that, he saw another group of "friendlies", maybe a group of eight to ten people, rushing onto an enemy position as each fired but was still chopped to pieces, before someone lobbed some bottles, persumably the cocktails, onto another enemy position, from a nearby house. He chose not to watch. But he read about the Hungarian freedom fighters during the Hungarian revolution in a book titled The Chance For Freedom, and he had admired them very much.

Bankaora Taunae, like some others, were just the type who often hunts and so, and got their basic trainings as part of the Compulsory Military Enlistment Program before it reduced to just basic military boot-camp training. Having a L&H Doanureklane 290, something based on the Remington 597, he had plenty of ammo and accessories, which even included a 5x scope, in his gunlocker. Now, at seventh floor of his apartment, he wasn't going to act like some fierce resistance fighter whom dives into the enemy concentration, but pretty much like a sniper. He had lied prone on a stack of books and the likes and balanced his rifle, getting an enemy soldier onto his sights, whom seems to be aiming and firing on a crowd of rifle-toting fighters. He tried to keep the foreign soldier onto his crosshairs, and using his basic breath control techinque, he controled his aim somewhat and fired a few rounds, one round after the next. He wasn't sure if he had hit the enemy, but he hoped so with his degree of accuracy. He wanted to at least contribute with something, and he was pretty sure that others are doing the same thing he had did too.

Another young man, Loranea, was pretty much shot up as he ran into enemy fire. His injuries were severe even before he even got his second, and last bottle of molotov cocktail. He saw the tens or even hundreds of his friends dying, yelling, and pulling back for cover as the enemy helicopter strafed by and as some brave Omzian fighters fired onto it with their small arms fire. But they were also trying to overwhelm their enemy, using their assorted weapons of all kinds, and putting them into action from all different directions. He was bleeding from his lower half, and his non-dominant arm was also ridden with a bullet. But he resisted the pains as he slightly moaned in his corner. He got out the bottle of molotov cocktail, and seeing a group of enemy soldiers coming to his directions, he tossed it slightly towards them with not much success. He raun out of his last breath as a member of the band of fighters before he even saw his bottle bring tossed onto the ground.

Firings and the throwings continued, both sporadic and patterned, as more men from the Omzian side fell, trying to hurt the enemy. They knew that this may extend for a longer period of time, and they were prepared for it. The same went at the other parts of the city, as the citizens from the different zones all had almost the same goal and cause: kill their enemies for their freedom.

OOC: Just a note about armor protection. I believe that a "normal" kevlar vest (w/o plates of course) typically only protects the user from damages by shrapnel, 9mm, and .45 ACP. If you are talking about some other kind of vest, some kind of new armor (Intercept Body Armor for one), or plates and such, that may be different but I'm pretty sure that a 5.56mm or 7.62 will definately do damage on some kind of kevlar vest, with the 7.62 causing more damage at close/medium ranges of course. In this case, aside from the other weapons, many (semi)automatic rifle-toting people here actually has some form of either the AK-47 or SKS, which both fires the 7.62, since it is sufficent to them and is cheaper compared ot the better AR-15s manufactured by the same firearm companies.

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Gingaea's Coffee Shop, Near Honjaksgrad Coast

The Omzian Christian Conservatives actually liked the talk with the Sniper Country GRUNTs, as they now knew what to call them. At the beginning they thought that they were occupational forces, but as they learned more about Sniper Country and as the troops has convinced them, they really thought otherwise. Although they were just under 1% of the 1% of the total population in Honjaksgrad, they thought that they would make the difference. They thought that the government, which were run by in their words, "hippies", needed a change badly. Their voice was unpopular among even their own people, and the Omzian Christian Conservative Party only gained two seats in the Parliament last year, in areas where the other candidates just couldn't covince the entire people. They knew that their fellow Omzians were primarily non-Christians who believed that the Omzian government was good and all better, but they disliked their views. Sometimes, they even hated them. By sharing information that can lead to the Sniper Country troops' success, they know that they had betrayed their own government and would be even convicted of treason, sedition, and all that ridiculous counts as they have thought. But they still had little regret. At least they didn't want to fight their own countrymen. The occupational troops had been friends with them too, and they didn't have much worries of food, unlike those who are still fed on the rations assigned to them.

For the young 17-years-old Hangare Januara, he followed his father, Omankes Januara, to the family friend's family shop as they had another talk with the "enemy" troops. Hangare wasn't sure why he followed, and although he could speak English much better than his dad, he didn't spoke when the occupation troops came in and started to talk with his dad and his friends' again. He didn't know why his dad would just support an enemy of the nation and the Omzian people like that and he didn't know why his dad decided to "fight" the corrupt democratic government -- as he'd call it -- with another form of evil. Surely, his dad could do this peacefully without also relying on his country's enemy, and because of this, he started to dislike his dad. But he didn't know whether he should choose his country or his dad. Thinking about that sometimes frustrated with him. He loved his country although hated the government, but he also loved his dad although he strongly disagreed with his dad's decision to steal the documents about the sewer system from one of his dad's former friends and directly supporting his country's enemy, whom was an engineer serving in the Honjaksgrad City Utility Systems Department.

34th Fighter Squadron (Fishermen), 280 km North of Honjaksgrad
The 15 F-23C aircraft sped along at Mach .9. Up to the present, they’d made an effort to steer well clear of the fighting above the city, instead skirting around at an altitude of just 30m. Each armed with 4 Cockatrice and 4 Scorpion missiles, they would make their way seaward, getting as close to the enemy AWACS as they could before striking.
However, this strike was actually nothing more than a feint. Charging in from a slightly different direction, and at only half the altitude, were the remaining three aircraft in the squadron. Each was armed with 6 ALRAAM missiles and a pair of Scorpions for self-defense.

C Flight, 183rd Tactical Fighter Squadron (Arrowheads)
1st Lieutenant Kimeno scanned the area in front of him, looking for a sign of the 34th, which should now be 50 km in front of him. However, it wasn’t until they began to turn south that the fires from their engines became visible, allowing him to see them through his EO sight. He was still not too comfortable with this support mission-he wanted real combat. However, the missiles under the wings of his F/A-22C would have prevented him and his wingmen from getting close enough to be of much help. He had to resign himself to the fact that he would be far more useful in this role. And who knows, maybe he’d still get a chance at some fighter combat.

48th Tactical Fighter Squadron (Wild Cards)
Major Williams nearly smashed her console in frustration. How could she help these idiots if they couldn’t keep themselves away from the enemy enough for her to get a lock. With enemy and friendly fighters all over the skies, there just wasn’t anything she could do without getting closer, and that would render her long-range missiles completely useless. Exasperated, she consulted her controller, looking for any enemy aircraft that had not yet entered the huge furball . . . and she found them. Two dozen F-14Ds. Not the greatest of targets, and flying north, away from her units. However, she wanted a good target to let go of her ALRAAMs on, and this was the best she could find. Ordering the 11 aircraft following her to speed up, she changed heading to try and intercept the enemy fighters. Hopefully, they wouldn’t fly too fast. She definitely wanted to catch up to them.

264th Tactical Fighter Squadron (Renegades), near Honjaksgrad
Captain Richard Osis watched as friendly and enemy planes crisscrossed the skies over Honjaksgrad. His flight was now down to only two aircraft, with the remainder having either retreated or been shot down. C Flight was in similar shape, with only 1 undamaged aircraft in the air. Things were definitely serious now, as was evidenced by his efforts to evade the shrapnel from an exploding Omzian fighter. Reinforcements would be arriving shortly, but this battle was still far from over, and right now victory was taking a second seat to getting him and his surviving wingman out alive, and that was what he though about as he launched his last Scorpion toward the tailpipe of a marauding Z-1. With no missiles left, he was now working solely with guns. Those reinforcements had better get here soon.

167th Fighter Squadron (Opals), near Honjaksgrad
The F-23Cs of the 167th were proving themselves in the air here. Though a newly formed unit who’d already lost half their number to enemy aircraft, they were definitely affecting the enemy’s efforts. Staying at high altitude, they often swooped down like birds of prey on any opponent who let his guard down, or charged head-on to deny enemy pilots the benefit of controlling the sky above the main fight. However, like the surviving members of the 264th, they too were feeling a bit of urgency as their armament was slowly depleted by the enemy aircraft.

Reinforcement squadrons
The three squadrons that had launched immediately upon the initiation of the enemy assault were now nearing the city, and soon the 18 F/A-22Cs and 36 F-35As would be joining in the huge furball that was currently underway. Many of the pilots were thinking of themselves as the cavalry, coming in just in the nick of time to save their comrades from certain destruction. Of course, only time would tell.


D Battery, 3/8th Air Defense Artillery
Such a large convoy of Sniper Country helicopters could not go unnoticed by the Smoke Jaguar forces. However, they lacked any aircraft or tactical air defense units close enough to engage. Instead, a somewhat excessive approach had been chosen. The task of disrupting the convoy would go to a battery of heavy air defense units, which quickly launched 12 Grendel Long-Range SAMs. The missiles would rely almost entirely on inertial guidance, being directed to the areas the enemy helicopters were expected to be, and updated if necessary through their data-links. It wouldn’t have to be exact of course, as the powerful warheads of these huge missiles guaranteed a large radius of destruction. Even one missile detonating among the helicopters could have catastrophic effects.



Rear Airfields, 500 km west of Honjaksgrad
The small transport convoy finally touched down at its destination. With that done, its escorts, some 100 aircraft resembling F-16XL prototypes, began dispersing to nearby airfields. The transports themselves carried a number of special items, most notably 200 of Clan Smoke Jaguar’s advanced new G-Suit. The replacement pilots that came with these units couldn’t wait to see the reaction of the enemy pilots when they met in combat. It would most likely be a very shocking experience for many of them.



OOC: Sorry for the wait. The NS forums simply don't seem to want me to post for some reason :evil: