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OOC: Ah, the OOC, hopefully the only one you'll see on this thread, as I have an idea. If you want someone to check the ooc thread (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=98706) why don't you just put CHK-Fulovit or CHK-Hattia to tell someone to check a comment you made on the OOC thread. Now, we can keep OOC comments low and still keep it rolling. Start fightin'

Office of Chancellor Springfield 13:12 on 8/24/01

Springfield: Our Tensions with Hattia are too tight, I fear an attack.

General James M Clark, Commander, 2nd Army: Sir, If you fear an attack, we can jump off Operation: Emerald Sky. My men are ready for it, with sufficient logistical support, we can take them with help from Diminix and our other allies. I can jump off on September 1st if it is necessary.

Springfield: Thank you, James, but Emerald Sky is very risky. You are involfing your entire Second Army here. All Three Hundred Thousand. That is insanely difficult and they are probably thinking the same thing. They probably have their own Emerald Sky ready to take us on.

Clark: They are much larger, sir, we must strike first, If we take that port, then Major Johnston's Twelfth Armored Division can Bust Loose and take them. Johnston himself would take them on. Ever since the Vanderville incident Johnston has been itching to get his Twelfth back to the front.

Springfield: Mike Johnston is a great field commander, but I will not permit our military to "bust loose" across Hattia. That's just killing off a division. The mothers of thouse men in the Twelfth will cry when our leopards run out of gas in the middle of battle ...

Major Michael Johnston, upon entering the room: Chancellor, I'm sorry for interrupting, but you so easily forget why we formed the twelfth Battle group of whitch twelfth Armored is a part. They are the, aptly named, Orphan Group, the twelfth. They were formed from the boys and girls in the orphanges who were not going off to get a good education.

Springfield: I'm sorry. Clark, tell Minister Stevenson to upgrade to Devensive pattern Six, Jump off on the first. Tell Jimmy I want him in here. Major, stay here. I need to talk to you.

Clark: Yes, I will tell Colonel Springfield. (Clark leaves the room)

Johnston: Yes Chancellor?

Springfield: Don't let Jimmy get himself killed out there, Father told me to watch out for him. You remember Vanderville.

"How did we ever get tangled into this conflict?" Jake asked dazed.
"You tell me my friend" responded Massoud.

The pair had been in the middle of nowhere for 6 weeks, with nothing to do except watch the planes go by.

The two men were in the same platoon in the Chochezken armed forces, which, was not really that big.

Only about 21,000 official troops. They were stationed, along with 5,000 others, in some godforsaken desert. They did not even know which country they were in at the moment. The borders shifted every day.

Ahmed Shah Massoud, The Platoon LT. and a Native Of Afghanistan, had been in the Military since he was 27 (He Was 35 now). It was not that hard for him to endure these Hardships.
But For Jake Harrison Who had just joined at age 24, It was Hell, As all conflict was eventually.

They had paradropped in to secure the ridge 6 weeks ago and They were supposedly waiting for the projected advance of a tank division. Or so the Intelligence Spooks had said. If the Tanks did come, they were dug in as best they could in the dry rocky outcroppings, and few caves in the area.

The intelligence boys said that they held a strategic position along in the Panjshir valley, and that tank brigade wanted it. It was supposedly the only way to get up the ridge for a few hundred miles.

The only problem was, the tanks were due to be here three weeks ago.

They could only wait...

Huerstown Military Air Base, 20:00 8/31/01

A man in raggedy military fatigues pops open a can of Mountain Dew. he sits on a bench near a PCA-51 Transport plane. As troops formed up with the Hawk flying in a light blue patch. They were airborne troops.

Man with Dew: Hey! what happened to the old tan uniforms?

Paratrooper: Jungle drop

Man: Those aren't even Jungle Fatigues.

Paratrooper: I don't get it either.

As the paratroopers filed into their aircraft, at the Huerstown Military Docks to the North of the airport, another form of filing in was taking place. A Colonel was standing on the top of a Reynolds APC and was directing the armor into ships. Tanks flooded in, with the Armored Infantrymen sitting on their respective tanks as they loaded up. The Infantry were part of the new fulovit Military Reformation. They were there as rapidly avaliable troops mostly for urban warfare. The tanks were running into their transports so that the Mission could get off without a hitch.

The Mission would get off without a hitch, Arriving over Hattian Airspace at the exact same time as a declaration of war was issued from Chancellor Springfield, saying: "All of this tension has brought much fear to Fulovit and our allies, now, we must end this fear with the inevitable. We may be much smaller in population and technology than you are, but aren't we all living on a prayer. It is not the Power or prowess, but the heart that wins wars, and the one with more will to win will win."

Lieutenant Anthony Reed of the First Marine regiment knelt along with the other 3016 marines aboard the CTS Tigerclaw for the fleetwide prayer as the two Wasp class landing ships and 2 Hammer head landing ships made their way towards the beach near the small Hattian city of Port Ferran. The declaration of war had been announced at the same time as the Tundra's allies', lead by the nation of Fulovit. Hattia was a threat, they were going to eliminate it.

"Dear God, may you watch over us on this day of trial and tribulation, grant us the strength to fight the enemy and grant us the safety of your guardian angels so we may see this battle through. Forgive us for the sins which are we to commit here today, and let our fallen enter into the safety of your kingdom. Grant us our wishes, and we shall flow an endless river of souls to thee..." the gathered soldiers, pilots, and crewmen, lead by the ships' priests chanted uniformly.

The prayer ended, Reed looked up into the sky from the closed landing ramp he and his lance were waiting behind. Dozens of A-32 Arctic Wasps screamed through the sky towards an unseen enemy. Artillery missiles filled the air as the ships' Vanguards roared and pumped out hundreds of rounds into the sky keeping them at bay.

Unfortunately, there were to many missiles, A-51 choppers, hovering above the task force, opened up with their own cannons, shooting down more missiles, but they kept on coming. Two went off course and crashed into the water, two more were coming towards the Tigerclaw. One of the A-51s emptied the rest of its ammo bins into the closest missile, but to no avail. It was headed towards the bridge of the ship, The A-51 lurched to the side and was hit full on by the missile. Flaming debris soared in every direction as the second missile exploded onto the deck of the ship.

Emergency crews rushed to the explosion as another missile crashed down onto the deck. Another one hit one of the Hammerheads, the Veritas, and one of its Arctic Hawk choppers was knocked over the side by the nearby explosion.

Commodore Grant, commander of the task force, screamed over the radio to all the Tundric Forces that were making for the upcoming beach. "Men, I should not have to remind you of the importance of this assault, we MUST take that port! You know your objectives, make sure you complete them. Good luck, and godspeed!" Grant finished his speech as the landing ramps lowered into the shallow water in front of the beach.

Thousands of marines poured out of the ships as A-9 Warlords pounded enemy positions with a variety of weapons from their 35mm cannons to napalm to normal free fall bombs. The A-32s danced with the Hattian fighters as they unleashed a hellish barrage of AAMs and cannon fire. The Hattian fighters returned the favour, opening fire with their own missiles and cannons. Three A-32s went down near instantly, but they were giving as good as they got.

Reed and his infantry lance rushed up the beach, gunning down Hattian soldiers and taking out machine gun positions. 19 of his men were dead, another 30 or so injured. Yet they were making progress. One of the marine companies was already entering the city, and making their way to the docks.

As the PCA-51s Entered Hostile Airspace on the morning of September 1st, 2001, they readied their paratroopers. Colonel James Springfield, Hero of the beach landings of Vanderville, and brother of the chancellor, briefed his company.

Springfield: You men, you are the soldiers of the people. You all are the people who save the people of Fulovit. Some of you were with me at Vanderville three years ago, and some of you took place in the Piracy wars two years ago. But Fulovit has never undergone such an endeavour as this. The landing of three hundred thousand men on enemy shores, and launching an invasion on the day of the war declaration is kind of cheating but, you know what. Y'all are my boys. I have to keep all of you alive. I used to be a marine, but i protested being held back this time like during the Piracy Wars. Now, I am Spearhead. I will be the first man on Hattian soil and the last off on that great ship. The only time I leave someone behind is in a casket. If I die, I die, but if you die, We die. You all must fight on, you must take those bridges. Twelfth Armored has to Bust Loose. We have to take those bridges, I don't care what you're up against. Those bridges our ours If you believe. And you have to believe. Boys, Where ther's a will there's a way, but only true will, can carry it out. I don't want any of you to stay behind. The Eighty of you are just a small amount of Second army, or Eleventh Airborne, but you are A part of it, and that's what's special.

After that, the paratroopers dropped into the Jungle. Their Emerald colored Uniforms designed for Jungle and grassland warfare, glistened in the sky. It was, after all, Emerald Sky.


Meanwhile, in the ocean 230 Nautical Miles from Huerstown and 400 nautical miles from the Staging of Operation Emerald Sky, a PNA Attack aircraft wing of six, flying a recon mission stumbled across a large island. Well they couldn't really stumble across it, it was on the map, but what they found was bizarre. Below them was a small island, on it was a string of pillboxes. The Sensory aircraft with them ran an Infared check. It was an abandoned fortress island. Officially marked as A-736 on the map, they radioed back to Huerstown, and told them to send out some troops to check it out. That it also had a port on it and could help house II Corps, the military Unit bound to be operating in that sector. How it could be a staging area for an invasion of Chochezkoo, a neaby ally of Hattia. If II Corps could be on that Island, then the 4th Marine Division could land and establish a beachhead while 2nd Armored plowed through and 3rd Airborne Hunted down pockets. Three divisions could keep Chochezkoo on the defensive while 2nd Army plowed through Hattia.

While four landing ships stormed Port Ferran in Hattia, the Third Arctic Dragoons and the Second Arctic infantry made their way through Chochezkoo. Their had been skirmishing between Tundric and Chochezken forces for a number of weeks, but now war had been officially declared, and full scale war was quickly erupting.

The Dragoons, primarily an armoured division, was making for the Panjshir valley. Intelligence reported Chochezken forces had entered it 6 weeks ago in order to dig in an defend it. They had expected the war to be declared, and the Dragoons to attack, three weeks ago.

General Mctavish chuckled at the thought of the troops expecting an armoured division to come rolling in for three weeks, their only entertainment being Tundric and Chochezken air forces moving about, and the single air skirmish that had occured.

General Mctavish looked at his assembled forces, and the additional infantry regiment sent in from the Second. No matter what the Chochezken troops had waiting for him, with 216 Spartan and 108 Phalanx MBTs in addition to the artillery, air units, and IFVs, there seemed little chance for a defeat of the Tundric troops.

"Men, today we undertake one of the greatest assaults in the history of our nation. Today, we shall make teach the Chochezken troops the true meaning of war!" Mctavhish yelled as the artillery units began opening fire. Four of the new Mortar bombardment system positioned their turrets, and let loose with their furious arsenal. 120 81 millimeter mortar rounds fired every 6 seconds by the MBS' rained down upon the valley and its defenders as A-9s and A-32s from the air force started bombing runs and 24 A-51s moved out on hunting missions. The entire division came to life and rolled forward towards the valley, under the protective cover of artillery and air units. The men seemed in a great mood, ready to take on the world. They seemed as though there wasn't a chance in hell of losing.

Massoud Leaned against the cliff face as Jake ranted to him about How Dire their situation was.

Jake: THAT DAMN GENERAL THINKS HA HAS 30,000 TROOPS TO SPREAD ABOUT. BUT HE DOES'NT. HE ONLY HAS US.
Massoud: Calm down Seargent, and remember who you're speaking to.

Jake calmed down, knowing that his friend only pulls rank when you really get out of hand.

Massoud: listen, if the General wants to take 2,000 men to aid Port Ferran, then he knows what he's doing, hopefully.

Jake looked at him disgusted.
Jake: Last time I checked, four Carriers do not hold an Invasion force, I smell something fishy.

Massoud had to admit that thefact that there was only one carrier worth of troops attacking the city was a very unorthodox technique, he had no influence over the General.

Jake: He also says that there is no tank division coming anymore, says the real atack is at Ferran, and that we've been tricked.

Massoud: We'll just have to hold out until Field Marshall Dzerzhinsk feels that he does not need as many troops as he has on the parallel. We have the anti-tank gear to withstand for at least a week against any assault, Plus we have machinegun nests and A strategic position in case of an infantry attack, so I'd say that we did not even need those extra troops. And Hey, What about the snipers, We can't forget about them eh

Jake: Yeah I guess you're right, Hey, Harry and Jeremy said they're up for a round of poker at the officer's club, you wanna join me.

Massoud: as long as they are willing to lose

They walked off to the OC without a worry aout the coming invasion.

((I can't participate sorry))

http://picserver.student.utwente.nl/getpicture.php?id=525818
A crude map I made in paint. Most of the country is forest and the climate is similar to Russias. Since there is no Port Ferran just change that to Marx City.


The Prime Minister was rushing around his office. "Hattia, under attack! Such a thing hasn't occured in 50 years." He ran over to his phone. "General Kirov! Put all of your forces on red alert, INVASION!". He hung up the phone and picked it up again. "Commander. Mobilize the militia, I want every able bodied man and woman to have a gun!"

Lt. General Shurygin, in command of the forces in Marx City. was manning an artillery gun along with his men. "Keep going, show these SOBs what the People's Army can do!"

If you don't want colonies involved just say so.

Governor General of the Colony of Hattian Higera was in his office. His aide burst into the room and said "Hattia is being invaded!" The GG stood up. "Mobilize the Spec Ops."

OOC-and edit: Ok, Marx city it is then, I just used Port Ferran expecting it to be not a major port, but a port big enough for troopships to dock at and unload, also, I was expecting it to be a part of the mainland...not an island lol, so if you want to change it, that would be great, if you want me to be invading the island, then by all means I'll be invading it...I'll just pack them onto the troopships again afterwards lol

The 10,000 plus infantry that had landed from the four landing ships had secured the docks of the city and driven back the enemy forces. Fighting was still occuring throughout the city, and more than half of it still had to be taken. Yet the docks were theres, and the troopships that had been hanging back were already lowering their ramps and unloading columns of troops.

Commodore Grant looked with pride at what he and his ships had accomplished, they had secured a key port, or at least it was key to them anyways, and now multiple divisions were being unloaded from the troopships. The first division, the Winter's Warriors, the tenth division, the Tundric Warriors. The twelfth Arctic Hussars. The thirteenth division, the nightmare reapers, or Friday the thirteenth as they were commonly referred to. And last, but definately not least, the fourteenth division, The Fightin' Irish.

"Commodore! Good to see you accomplished your objectives so quickly! Your marines have done an excellent job, and pretty soon they can fall back to your ships to rest while the Winter's Warriors and the Tundric Warriors secure the city." General Lexington, commander of the Hattian campaign announced as he walked up to Mctavish with his hand extended.

Mctavish shook the general's hand, then reported on the situation, "My marines took quite a beating, but their still up and fighting, we've lost a small number of IFVs, and a handful of fighters, but for now, I believe we have air superiority. How is the Chochezken campaign going?"

"Well, one of the key valleys we need, Panjshir, is well fortified, but the Dragoons just started their assault, they reported that they believe they saw what may have been a large number of soldiers moving from the valley and coming up into our direction. If its true, then their likely on their way to reinforce the Hattian forces here. If it's true, then it means they likely didn't see the Dragoons and second arctic infantry we unloaded onto Chochezkoo, which is a good thing for us. This war is already costing a hell of a lot of money to ship all these troops, the last thing we need is for the enemy to see two of our divisions coming up and then taking them out"

"Well, if the Dragoons take the valley then that means I can take my task force and begin assisting with the other landing operations, or provide air cover for our men on the ground"

"Sounds good, though if i may ask, could you keep a wing of fighters here, until the air forces arrive and establish an airfield that is" Lexington asked, he could have ordered Mctavish to do it, but Lexington only pulled his rank on other high ranking officers when he absolutely needed to.

"Sure thing General, does two A-32 squadrons and a squadron of A-9s sound good to you?" Mctavish inquired, he hated to give up such a significant part of his fighter forces, but he realized that maintaining an air screen for the five divisions being unloaded was necessary.

"That'll be perfect Commodore" Lexington replied.

"SIRS! Hattian troops are making a counterattack, the marines can't hold out for much longer!" a young officer ran up screaming to the two men.

"Damnit! Get me a radio! I need to get the Winter's Warriors that have been unloaded moving now!" Lexington roared.

***Encrypted***

From: Field Commander Vextal, Head of Mikosolf's Hattia Defense Force
To: "Team Two"
Subject: Landing

We currently have 2,000 Landing capable troops onboard the MSS Galaxy requesting information on landing site, port not needed, but recomended. Along with two destroyer escorts and two supply ships. Furthermore, another 25,000 troops are prepped and ready for air drops at your cordianates.

We here at HQ await your directive.

End Transmission

Lt. Gen. Shurygin grabbed his rifle. "Come on! Drive them back to the sea! There is no retreat!" He picked up the Hattian flag and handed it to another soldier. "Come on!" He ran off with his men.

Admiral Brusilov had just received reports of the invasion. "Order all of the ships to head for Hattia on full steam."

Transmission
To: Field Commander Vextal, Head of Mikosolf's Hattia Defense Force
From: Prime Minister Alexandrov

Your landing troops would be best used if you land them on the inward side of Marx City. It is traditionally invaded first and we have some of our best there, but now they are outnumbered and can't hold out forever. We must hold, if they sieze the island they can use it for air and artillery strikes against our capital.

Colonel Smith had not had an extreme amount of battle experience for someone at his rank. Yet he was moving with 2,000 men to a city that was just barely holding out against a force of invasion size.

At first it had only been one ship that had decided to drop some troops at Marx City. then it had been a full invasion force that would require double output of his men to defeat.

He looked behind him and noted the long caravan of trucks carring Chochezken troops, and the jeeps, with 50. caliber machine guns mounted on the pedestals in the back. The Chochezken Army had never been the biggest army, nor had it been the most well equipped, but it sure as Hell got the job done, he thought to himself.


Meanwhile....


Corporal Hicks gazed through his binoculars across the channel at the ships, just SITTING there. He grabbed his radio.

Hicks: Come in ZULU, This Is Whiskey, The ships are totally unguarded, tell SWORDSMAN that he could probably do a good deal of damage if he brought up the Havocs.

Zulu: roger that, I'll put him on.

Whiskey: No, W- Hello Colonel.

the Colonel was too bloody conservative.

SWORDSMAN: Yes

WHiskey: I belive that if we made a lightning trike with the Havoc choppers as we send in our troops, We will be able to give the men a chance to form a beach-head.

SWORDSMAN: Hmm, Well If you feel it is neccesary, then I'll tell the pilots to be ready. out

"I guess the ass, is not feeling too stupid today" Hicks murmured to himself.

Shurygin pulled his bayonet out of a Canadian soldier. "I hope the PM sends help soon". His radio came to life. "General, we have Chochezken reinforcements on the way." He breathed a sigh of relief. He took aim and shot another Canadian in the face. He switched radio frequencies, "All Hattians fall back to the barricades, reinforcements are on the way."

***Encrypted***

From: Field Commander Vextal, Head of Mikosolf's Hattia Defense Force
To: Prime Minister Alexandrov
Subject: Landing

Irecieved your transmission and am surprised that such a major accourance has allready started, however, I will tell Captain Dugal to move the Galaxy and its two Iowa Class battleships, the Eagel and Tomcat into bombardment and deployment position.

However, I still must ask where you want the paratroopers to drop.

End Transmission

Lieutenant Reed cursed under his breath as he looked at the scene before him. The third Marine regiment was being crushed, the majority of their IFVs had been destroyed, recon had reported seeing Hattian and allied troops making their way towards the island, and the Tundric air superiority was no questionable at best.

One of the more important intersections in a commercial district of the city. A lone Arctic Fox IFV held in the center facing the west, where Hattian troops coming from. It's 30mm cannon roared while the .50 cal mounted on the turret followed suit. The Fox's three brothers, nothing more than charred carcasses, billowed thick black smoke into the air. The remnants of an infantry company held out in the buildings and around the still living IFV.

"Men! Go up and reinforce their position until air support can give us a break from this assault. The Winter's Warriors are unloading as we speak, and they should be here soon enough, we just have to hold out until then!" Reed ordered.

His lance ran to the intersection, two thirds of his men garrisoned the buildings, while he and the rest of the men took up positions around the destroyed IFVs or any other available cover.

Reed looked through his A-7s optical sight, its 4x zoom ability was useful to say the least. He spotted a man spurring the Hattian infantry onwards, he had a rifle in one hand, and the Hattian flag, a sickle and hammer in one corner, and a yellow rectangle with a line underneath it in the middle.

He opened fire, three successive shots rang out from his rifle, but the enemy soldier wasn't stupid. He had taken cover just before Reed pressed the trigger, and a soldier behind him was hit instead. Well, a kill is better than no kill... he thought to himself.

After a few more minutes of fighting, the Hattian troops pulled back, giving the Tundric forces a short reprieve. Well, they hadn't actually pulled back, a lance of A-51 attack choppers had made them fall back, those that hadn't, were now hole ridden or charred corpses filling the streets.

The whole city was burning now, the sky had been covered in a cloud of smoke, and the sun was being blocked. Fighters from both sides fought each other in the air, and artillery was being fired back and forth. One of the Hattian fighters had its wing blown off, then it barrelled out of sight. A large explosion could be heard, then a strange smoke from what must have been a chemical plant the fighter had hit rose into the air. It mixed with the thick black smoke and the black clouds thinned out, turning it a translucent green. The sun shone through it, and the sky looked like an immense emerald floating above the warring forces.

"Well would you look at that, an emerald sky..." Reed muttered.

OOC: If this seems like God-Modding, Tell me, and I'll edit it a bit
P.S. Canadian Tundra, you are at Marx City, Correct?

IC:
Colonel Smith's Task force reached the channel right on time. They were begining to file intotransports when they heard the noise. At first a very low dull sound, then slowly but surely, it twisted into the robust chopping sounds of Three Chochezken MI-28 Havoc Gunships.

The ships did not see it coming. Each chopper put out one missile into each ship. then raced ahead And stopped at the beach, where they opend up with their 10mm chain guns.One of the Choppers However, was caught by machine gun fire and slowly plummeted to the beach where it crushed a pair of brawing soldiers. The pilot's canopy jammed, but the gunner was able to escape and retreat to hattian barricades.

Colonel smith watched as the choppers turned, Put one more missile into each of the ships, then headed back home.

By this time, He was 1/3 of the way across the channel. The Transport machine gunners were busy exchanging fire with the gunners on the damaged ships.10 more minutes.

They were now 2/3 of the way across the channel, when they started taking fire from the shore. The helicopters had done their part.

Smith: When we reach the shoreline, We will use the Transport machine gus to clear a path, then we'll try to break through to the hattian barricades. He broadcasted to his transports.

Nothing could stop them now.

Captain Dugal paced in his quarters, occasionally barking over the comm to ask if they were in bombardment range yet, and this time he got the response he wanted.

"Yes Captain, we are in range and the talemetry is being worked up as we speak." Some ensin replied.

'Hot damn', Dugal thought to him self, 'finally we get to show those invaders the wrong end of a 16 inch Mark 7 cannon.'

"Tell those men to fire at will and begin preping the landing squads." Dugal shouted back over the now roaring artillary.

Lets give em hell.

OOC: Yes, I'm at Marx city, also, you don't need to break through to the Hattian barricades. My men are only attacking from the east, so the channel between the island and mainland is clear. And no, you weren't godmodding in the least lol, well, actually, to an extent you were. 3 Havocs would not stand a chance in hell of making a missile run on a group of warships and surviving. The missiles also wouldn't do that much damage as true anti-ship missiles aren't fitted onto Havocs last I knew, and if they were. Well, at least one would get shot down by the Vanguard CIWS'. Also, for future reference, Havocs have 23mm guns, not 10mm, hell, 10mm is smaller than a .50 round

IC:

Lexington swore aloud as 16 inch shells rained down from the sky. A coastal bombardment by the two enemy Iowas would not only kill off his men, but the also the enemies, as 16 inchers were not the most accurate of weapons in a chaotic city such as this.

"Damnit! Get me Admiral Trouetrabond!" the general roared to a passing officer.

"Yes general, what is it?" the admiral asked.

"WHAT IS IT?! Oh, I don't know! Could it possibly be a full scale coastal bombardment from a pair of freaking Iowas! What in God's name are your warships doing! Get them out there, and stop that bombardment! Hell, you don't even have to sink them, just stop them from firing!" the general roared.

He took cover as a shell smashed into one of the loading ramps of a troopship. A dozen Spartan MBTs and a column of infantry perished in the explosion or plunged into the waters beneath. Another crashed into the troopship itself, tearing a gaping hole in its upper deck.
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The battleships CTS Glorious, the CTS Valiant, and the Valiant's sister ship the CTS Valour made their way towards the small enemy fleet which was bombarding the Tundric forces in Marx city. 4 frigates and 8 killer whale gunboats, rounded out the strike fleet that was heading towards the Rich People warships. Fighters launched from the fleet's carriers were flying above, equipped with AAMs and anti-ship missiles, and all ready to show the enemy fleet what true naval warfare was about.

Admiral Garred, who had been placed in command of the strike fleet while Admiral Trouetrabond commanded the rest of the ships hanging back away from the island, doubted that his forces would even get to engage the enemy ships. He wouldn't have been surprised if they just fled in the face of the oncoming Tundric ships.

Then a shell exploded in the water right beside his ship, the Valiant. Perhaps they'll fight afterall.... "Gunnery crews, open fire, fighters, move in and take them down, if they start fleeing, do not pursue! We don't want to waste any fuel if we don't have to!" Garred ordered.

"Captain, we got multipul enemies inbound, whats your orders?" yelled a radioman over the *crack* of the cannons.

"Are the marines all deployed?" he barked back.

"Yes sir, and they have allready begun the curving route you sent them, the landing craft should reach the coast at least 20 minutes before they can get their cruisers back." the radar operator commented.

"Excellent, give them one last bombardment on the coast as well as one tomahawk missile for good measure then I want a full retreat, were gonna make em dance!" this speach brought a chuckle to the old Captains face. 'This is one big bet I'm making, if they don't pulled back we gonna have a major fire fight on our hands, one we can't afford or really win. But since that god damned port is so vital and they are sure the notice the hover crafts 20 clics behind them by now, and if not so much the better. Well lets hope our radio jammers hold through or else our boys are gonna have one hell of a landing party'

Suddenly silence fell other than the running motors and the enemy firing upon them...

"Allright people, lets fall back!"

OOC: Well, I mean, I knew that Only One missile could really do nothing, But it was mainly a diviersionary attack. You know to get them to look at the choppers as the troops tried to cross the channel. And your right, I don't know Why I put 10mm.


Smith: we will push the transports up the beach to make a wall against the troops advancing from the east. We will be able to get support from the machine guns as well.

The men rushed to their positions and bean to move the transports up the beach. It was a task easier said than done. A line of men pushing transports up a good 200 ft wide beach was an easy target, as they learned when the men pushing started to fall.

Smith: 5 boats on the beach is good enough! the others will stafe the coast with machinegun fire

OOC: Note, There are 30 transports

IC:Smith and his personal 5 man guard took shelterbehind the boat closest to the hattian barricades.

he saw a Hattian soldier.

"Where's You CO at My boy" He asked , Being forced to yell over the sounds of Artillery , and Gunfire.

"I'm Colonel Caleb Smith, Of the Chochezken 12th Infantry, here to aid the Hattian Defenders"

One of the officers on the bridge of the Valiant muttered something incomprehensible then turned to Admiral Garred, "Sir! I'm reading enemy landing craft making their way to the port! They must have launched them when they opened fire on us, then kept us distracted long enough for us not to notice them!" the officer reported.

"Damnit! Those sneaky bastards..." he muttered as he juggled his options in his head.

"Should we go after the landing craft, or at least send our fighters?" asked one of the other officers.

Admiral Garred pondered his options for a moment, then made his decision, "No, inform General Lexington of the incoming enemy. Our forces on the ground will have to hold for themselves. I want all of our units to push forward! I want those Iowas on the ocean floor!"
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Panjshir Valley, Chochezkoo:

The Dragoons pushed forward despite the fierce enemy resistance. Numerous ruined vehicles, and even a downed A-51, littered the ground around them. The Chochezken forces were numerous and well positioned. Yet their equipment and general training was relatively poor when compared to the well equipped and trained Tundric forces.

The lead company of Phalanxes and Spartans unleashed several barrages of fire, leaving more Chechozken positions in ruins. An anti-tank missile fired, and smashed into a Phalanx. The Phalanx's side was nearly blasted open, but it continued its advance and the .50 mounted ontop of the turret blazed a white hot trail of fire into the cave that the missile had come from.

Artillery shells rained down through the twisting valley before the Dragoons. Another anti-tank weapon went off, and the damage Phalanx was torn apart. Tundric infantry rushed alongside the tanks or rode with Arctic Fox IFVs as A-51 and A-52 choppers made strafing runs on enemy positions.

Chochezken infantry rushed out of a hidden cave and opened fire, multiple Tunric soldiers went down, but the rest opened fire and down the group. The Dragoons weren't even an eighth of the way through, and if the fighting continued as it had been going, then it was going to be a long day for General Mctavish and his men.
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Lieutenant Reed and his two remaining, uninjured platoons worth of marines had hooked up with one of the armour companies of the Winter's Warriors. They were advancing towards one of the Hattian barricades, but it was heavily fortified, and teeming with fresh troops eager for a chance to prove themselves against the Tundric forces.

The commander of the tank unit called in for artillery support, and somewhere behind the friendly lines a lance of MBS' raised their turrets and unleashed a furious barrage of 81 mm mortar rounds.

The mortar rounds smashed into the barricade, troops scattered, emplaced weapons were destroyed, and light vehicles were torn asunder. Then the 12 Spartan MBTs, their infantry escort, and Reed and his men pushed forward.

"DAMNIT," screamed Captain Dugal, "they are still pursuing, hell..."

"Sir, what should we do, we are out gunned and out numbers," an officer asked.

"I know I know..." the captain paced as a round rocked the carrier. "Hell, they may got the number, but we got the range, fall back to the supply ships, I want them allready moving, if they want a chase, they are gonna get a chase. Also, send out an SOS to all friendly air or naval units. Not only are we gonna hammer and anvil their troops lets they and do it to their ships. I want full battery and full engines, and damn the engines, the shells, and God!"

<over the three ship comm> Men, I always said I was a gambling man, and today I bet on the wrong number. But we ain't finished yet, I am gonna lead you through hell, and if we don't make it back then come hell or high water those ships are going to go down with us!

One of the officers on the bridge of the Valiant turned to face Garred, "Admiral, sir, our fighters and killer gunboats can't keep this up, pretty soon their going to have to go back and refuel or they won't be able to make it back" the officer said.

"I know, I know, order them to fall back to the main fleet, but contact the main fleet and tell them to send two escort carriers and a limited escort, along with whatever subs they can spare, so we can maintain a decent air cover" Garred ordered.

"Aye aye sir!" the officer responded.

"Gunnery crews, I want a full barrage of anti-ship missiles and cannon fire for a full sixty seconds directed at the lead ship. Valour crews, do the same, but for one of the Iowas. Glorious crews, same thing, but for the other Iowa. Frigates, open fire with all your anti-ship missiles!" Garred ordered. Forget this bombardment crap, time for a full scale assault. We'll see how well they stand up to this...

The three battleships turned to the sides, bringing almost their full armament of anti-ship missiles and heavy cannons to bear. It would give the enemy ships a slight increase gain in distance, but a full minute of the battleships' full firepower would make up for that. Then the frigates, armed with primarily ASW and SAM weapons, still packed anti-ship missile launchers, and they opened with a full barrage also.

OOC: I'm going to bed, I'll be posting again in...10 hours maybe?

OOC: CHK-Hattia/Fulovit
I'd be interested in joining this...

Massoud ducked as a shell exploded on top of the MGN(Machinegun Nest) Next to him.

"What the Hell Are you Pansies with the RPGs doing anyway, drinking tea"

He picked up an RPG launcher that had been dropped by its former owner and he gazed into the sight. He took aim at the nearest tank and it exploded right on the turret, at thebase of the barrel.

The tanks weapon was disabled.

"Okay, New Plan, All you Need to Do is try for the turret. Without their weapons, these things are just moving barricades." he shouted.

And so, the word was spread, and the entire battle strategy of the Panjshir defense force was changed.

Massoud Threw the RPG to a passing soldier, And he picked up a case of machine gun ammo.

He started to run to the nearest MGN, But a shell exploded on it right as he reached it.

The last thing he remembered was being spun around violently, and a great pain in his chest. Then he passed out.

"Ah hell," Captain Dugal, "their bringing all weapons to bear, we got a minute to do something before their first barrage."

Shit Shit Shit

"Ok, they are launching standart anit-ship missiles, one to one, ok lets go with standards, ready the anti-missile defenses. Drop anything thats a solid over the end of the ship, make a wall. Be it barels, boxes, what ever, we are gonna give ourself a break away armor for our keel, do it NOW!" shouts Dugal. "I want all non essentail personal to head to life boats imidiently, I want the interal hull reinforced too, toss any pieces of metal or wood to support it, beds! Bring the beds there too!"

Snaps fingers

"How to pilots evade missils, flak, I want to start tossing over small metalic objects, spoons, forks, spent ammo, anything, we might not be able to fight back, but those missiles are gonna be hard pressed to do damage!"

Thats it, thats all I can do, anything from here out is in lady luck's hands The captain reaches into his pocket, pulling out a pair of silver dice, kisses them and puts em back. All up to lady luck.

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The beach head was insight, the explosions pounded in the solider's chest even at this distance. The LCAC's were closing in fast.

"Ok ya pansies," shouted Lt. Jack McKellin, commander of the landing force, "we are going in hot and heavy, I don't want any problems so shoot to kill or at least to disable. The enemy should consist of pretty much anyone with his back to us at least at first so take in their uniforms at that time. Landing should occure within 10 minutes so please return all tables and chairs to their upright positions" a few chuckles from the marines " and prepare to land. Snipers, take your positions, I want you to start picking off those troops ASAP!"

Damn, I'm leading em into hell, and I am not sure how many are coming back, I hope Captain Dugal is doing better...

OOC:cya guys tomorrow sleeping now

OOC: Where do you all live, I slept through all this.

IC:
Several large troopships docked at the abandoned port on the Island A-736. It was II Corps. Now they were within Striking distance of the Panjshir Valley. As the Second Airforce's fighters and bombers streaked across, II Corps unloaded. As the Second Airforce moved overhead, a fleet of Helicopter Assault ships began to emit a buzzing horder of helicopters.

It was 2nd Airborne, The Red Sparrows.

Lt. John Kelso, speaking from the middle of a Blackhawk helicopter, to his squad of eight men: Men, This landing Zone is hot, and the Canadian Tundric troops are already here, but we need to take this valley. Once this valley is ours, third armored can break out across Chochezkoo. But until then, we have to keep these Chimps on the defensive.


FNN Fulovit Action News, Special report

Anchor Dan Harris: This is Dan Harris with FNN action News. We have breaking news to report. At 3 AM this morning, the Fulovitan Second Army's Fifth and Seventh Airborne Divisions Dropped into Hattia in an Invasion of our opponent. Three hours later, General James Matthew Clark's Second army Secured beach landings near the Small Hattian Port of Port Samson. Port Samson has been taken by the Eighth Armored and the Seventh Air-Mobile Infantry Division. All of this news is the solid facts, as they met strong Hattian resistance, but even as we speak, Major Michael Johnston's Twelfth Armored Division and the rest of Lieutenant General John MacDonald's Twelfth Corps, the Orphan Corps, have Broken Loose of the main beachhead and are currently plowing their waty through the Hattian Jungles. Our heroic Paratroopers have siezed several important Bridgeheads and we have been able to, with Twelfth Corps and Tenth Corps right Behind them, penetrate a bulge Twenty Miles inland to the ouskirts of a large town called Hampton, i a mountainous area in the interior of Hattia.


Major Johnston picked up his radioed and radioed that he had reached Hampton and was asking permission to enter. The voice on the other lin, however, was not that of General Clark, but of Chancellor Jack Springfield.

Springfield: Bravo, Mike, Bravo. You're a heo in Fulovit. That's right, you're going down in the books as the man who cleared a bulge Twenty miles in rainforest to the interior mountains, in three hours. Now what was it you wanted to ask me?

Johnston: Permission to enter Hampton Chancellor?

Springfield: No! First, you have to find Jimmy, then you can have hampton and Twelfth Corps, but not yet. Not either.

Johnston: Yes sir.

Johnston ordered several probes out into James Springfield's landing zone, three miles from Hampton. Meanwhile, he put those 155mm Mobile artillery pieces to work. He began shelling Hampton while he set up his AT guns in the ridges bordering the town and along the road.

OOC: How big is the island on Marx city, is it just basically Marx city, or is there a few small towns and the such past it?

Lieutenant Reed gulped down another bottle of gatorade as he leaned back against the wreckage of an Arctic Fox. This was the first break he had since the Tundric Forces launched their assault on Marx city. Night had already gone by, and the sun was starting to rise at the Tundric troops' backs. This was a good thing, as it ensured that the sun would be in the eyes of the enemy. It wasn't a big advantage, but an advantage never the less.

Reed's radio came alive, "Lieutenant Reed, this is Major Baxter, we have the Fightin' Irish moving up in an push at the enemy. The second infantry are pushing through the northern barricades, and the Tundric Warriors are going to make their assault on the South. All marines and Winter's Warriors are to hook up with these units and assist with the assault unless otherwise ordered. If this push works, we can drive the enemy out of Marx city." Baxter ordered.

"Yes sir, We'll have 'em out by lunch" Reed replied as he turned to his lance of infantry, built back up from the two platoons he had when he reinforced a major intersection to a five platoons, a combination of marines, Winter's Warriors, and even a few special Ops guys who had been told to go free ranging through the city.

"Men, listen up! We have Second Infantry, the Fightin' Irish, and the Tundric warriors making a push in the center, the northern, and the southern parts of the city. The Fighting Irish are going for the center, so we are to hook up with them and assist in the advance!" Reed ordered as he heard a rumbling noise behind him.

He, and the assembled lance, looked back behind them to see a full battalion of armoured vehicles backed by infantry coming towards them. Up in the air A-51, A-52, and Arctic Hawk choppers could be seen flying towards the enemy while A-32s and A-9s began strike missions, now that they had finally secured air superiority over the city.

The lance of infantry fell in with the advancing battalion and advanced to one of the Hattian barricades. The tank's cannons roared and the crude barriers the Hattian forces had established were blown apart. Machine gun and small arms fire erupted from the buildings and from behind any other available cover as the Hattian soldiers tried to defend their position.

A pair of RPGs slammed into two of the vehicles, one a Spartan, which kept up its advance despite the damage done to it, and another, an Arctic Fox IFV which was quickly turned into a smouldering ruin.

Reed raised his rifle and started firing off rounds, the other infantry did likewise. Soon a pair of Hattian tanks rolled in from behind the corners of the buildings and tore apart a pair of Spartans before they themselves were destroyed.

Hattian gunfire tore through the infantry before the tanks finally silenced the machine guns and drove the infantry out of hiding and sent them fleeing.

Reed quickly did a quick check over the infantry to see what the damage had been. Several dozen bodies littered the ground around the battalion. Damnit... he thought to himself as the battalion started advancing again.

Meanwhile, also in Marx city:

Lieutenant Mcauley of the TDF air forces dodge a stream of AA fire that was being fired from one of the Hattian barricades. He broke off the rest of his squadron and the other three members of his air lance did the same.

He pointed the nose of his A-32 at the barricade, then squeezed the triggers of his twin 20mm cannons. Several hundred rounds ripped through the barricade and silenced the AA fire, what must have been fuel barrels or ammo crates went up in a large explosion and the barricade was torn apart. Several light vehicles that had been at the barricade were either destroyed or crippled now by the barrage.

Mcauley pulled his fighter back up into the air and continued on towards his intended target. A cluster of Hattian troops that were hanging back from the barricades ready to reinforce whatever positions were under attack. They were already advancing to the center of the city where the Fightin' Irish were pushing forward.

He aimed his fighter towards the enemies. The target locked tone sounded. "Squadron, open fire, full missile spread, if any live through the salvo, then pull around and open up with your cannons!" he ordered.

8 missiles streaked out from the fighters and the small column of troops was shattered. The lance pulled back around and ripped through the survivors with 20mm fire. The SAM warning screamed in Mcauley's fighter and he quickly banked to the side as one of his lancemates reported a pair of missiles flying towards him.

He ignited his afterburners and pulled up into the air. He cut the burners, flipped his fighter, and barreled towards the ground. The collision warning alarm screamed at him as he read his range finder, 500 meters, 400 meters, 300 meters, 200 meters...

He pulled up as hard as he could, flicked a few switches which controlled the engine thrust, and his fighter nearly scraped several buildings as he pulled up barely in time. One of the missiles slammed in the ground, the other followed.

He had used up his countermeasures before in one of the last aerial battles that had occured before Tundric air superiority had been established.

The missile was getting closer, then one of Mcauley's lancemates faced his fighter towards him and turned it on its side. "Sir, I'll shoot it down!" the pilot yelled over the comm.

Mcauley knew what to do, he had done it before, and it had worked. He turned his fighter on the opposite side of his lancemate's and the two fighters got within a dozen meters of each other as his lancemate's cannons opened up on the missile.

Not a single round hit it, and the missile switched targets, then slammed into Mcauley's lancemates fighter. The fuel tanks and engines of the A-32 exploded with the missile impact and the fighter was engulfed in a fireball.
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Admiral Garred watched with sadistic satisfaction as the cannons and missile launchers of his small strike fleet opened up on the enemy. The barrage had been going for 30 seconds, and he was considering upping it from one minute to two minutes. It'll be a waste of missiles, but we have cannon ammo for it... he thought to himself. He finally decided not to, he didn't want to waste any more munitions than he had to.

The 9 16 inch cannons, and 24 14 inch cannons of the three battleships roared with fire. Their autoloaders working to keep up the high rate of fire. The missile launchers stopped firing, signalling that they needed to be reloaded. Gunnery crews worked double time to reload them, and within a few seconds, they were firing again.

The comm. officer turned to Garred, "Sir! The Thera reports that it is deploying an air wing of A-32s with standard loadouts to assist us. The fighters should arrive in a few minutes" he reported.

"Good, those ships will be goners soon" Garred smiled.

It extends a few miles to the north from Marx City.

Over the radio, Shurygin screamed "EVERYONE HOLD!" A few of his soldiers ran out of the building, only to be gunned down. He pointed a few men "Follow me." He picked up his radio again "Covering Fire!" They ran out of the building under a barrage of small arms fire. They managed to get beside the tank. Shurygin picked up a grenade. One of the others pulled open the hatch on the tank and sprayed bullets into it. Then Shurygin tossed the grenade in and closed the hatch...

Admiral Brusilov looked through his binoculars at the ensuing battle. "All ships, commence attack, and launch the planes." His 2 Kirov class Battleships opened up on the Canadian ships. (They are similar to the Iowas)

The PM picked up his phone and called Field Commander Vextal. "Field Commander, your paratroopers can drop on the Northern Part of Marx Island, (The one with Marx City). Then they can move in and join the fight, once again I thank you for you support."

The huge transport plane taxied around the runway in Haton, it's cargo of T-90s were destined for Marx City, it sped up and lumbered into the air, it's escort of Migs, followed near it.

Dugal, sitting in his chair on the bridge, listening to the exploding missiles pound agaist the hull and sea...

These makeshift defenses can't keep it all out, and their gonna fail soon, damnit, what to do

"Captain, we are running out of room to run, we are only 2 NM (nautical miles) from the Hattian shoreline, your orders?" asked a junior officer.

Great, the shore... The shore!

"Give me full speed towards the coast line, these ships are going down, don't act so shocked, we knew it as soon as they gave chase. But they only gonna go down a few feet and were gonna make them pay for their attack in blood and steel." retorted Dugal, "500 kilometers before grounding I want all ship to turn starboard, bring all weapons to bear and right when we hit the land I want full barage, missiles, canons, everything and everything tilll either we run out of ammo, they go out of range, or were disabled. Upon that happening abandonship, cripple all systems, we don't want them comming and using these things agaist us, all unused ammo dump into the sea. The fuel we are gonna take, we may no longer be naval officers boys, were going infantry untill we can get repairs and reinforcments.

3 minutes later, the three ships run aground 2.7 miles from the capital of Hattia, the plan went well, despite the three ships sustaining griovus wounds, making them unsea-worthy. The Eagel took massive damage to two of its 17in guns and lost 70% of its fuel. Fortuanatly only 57 lives were lost on all three ships, the rest armed with M-16s, rations, machine guns, stinger missiles, bazooks, and several hummers, made it safely to shore.

As Dugal look once more back at his baby, the Galaxy he thought to him self, 'this aint good-bye, its just a reprise' reaching into his pocket he pulled out the one silver die, the other he layed carefully in his desk drarw in his cabin.

This aint over, not by a long shot

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The hovercraft pull up into the harbor, behind crates, boxes, anything that provides cover from both eyes and bullets. Lt. Jack McKellin calls out over the radio, "Ok men, we are landing, lets move move move!"

The troops spill onto the beach, behind the enemy position, a short command is barker over the radio, "FIRE", and all hell breaks lose, machinguns rattle out accompinied by M-16 fire, rocket, and mortar fire.

Lets see em respond to this hammer and anvil

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The plan squadron, comming from the north east (assuming the map givin is a N=up) the troops prepare to disembark .7 miles north of the defense force.

The Prime Minister picked up his phone. "Field Commander Vextal, your paratroopers would be most helpful if you dropped them near Haton. You need to get your people off of Marx Island. I thank you again for your support." He hung up the phone and picked up his radio that connected to all Hattian Troops, "Full retreat, head towards the eastern docks immediately."

The City of Haton was buzzing with activity, the civilian populace was busy arming themselves, setting up barricades, artillery guns, and machine gun nests...

Admiral Brusilov radioed Shurygin. "Tell us when you are out of the city, we will blow the sh*t out of it."

The rudimentary commander center that the Tundric forces had established was a chaotic storm, messengers, officers, and regimental colonels rushed around as they barked out orders to the troops. Then everything went silent for a second as one of the forward units reported the enemy was retreating to the eastern docks. The gathered personnel erupted into a single resounding cheer as the first part of their invasion was accomplished.

The cheering soon died when reports finally came in of the Tundric fleet under bombardment from a pair of Hattian battleships. To make matters worse, gunfire erupted from nearby, one of the beaches that had been secured in the first hour of the assault was under attack.

"Damnit! Have Friday the thirteenth send everything they can to stop them! I want that beach red with their blood damnit!" General Lexington roared. If they break out of that beach and scatter, we're going to have one hell of a fight on our hands... he thought bitterly.
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The CTS Thera was rocked to the side as a pair of shells exploded in the water just beside it. One of the Killer Whale gunboats was smashed to pieces as a shell landed in the center of it. One of the fleet's frigates was sinking, its bow standing up out of the water like a spire.

The remaining battleship of the fleet, the Iowa responded with its own compliment of shells and missiles. The destroyers and frigates did likewise with their anti-ship missiles.

The fighters of the fleet were already arming and preparing to attack, though one of the smaller battle carriers had taken a shell to its top deck, knocking out a good half of its fighter compliment.

"Admiral Trouetrabond! I want everything you have in the air, now! Commodore Grant has already deployed all of his fighters, I want those battleships out of firing range before the enemy is off the island! If the Hattian troops get off and those things are still in position, their going to rain hell on us!" General Lexington screamed over the radio.

"Roger that general, I'm scrambling all but two reserve squadrons now!" Trouetrabond replied.

He looked out at the deck of the carrier, a mass of A-32s and A-9s were streaking off into the air. He pondered his options, the enemy was deploying its own fighters also, so he had made sure all the fighters were equipped to deal with them also, that meant less anti-ship missiles. He was sure it would be more than enough to sink the enemy ships, or at least drive them off, but with the majority of his fleet's fighters being sent off on a strike run, he was going to be lacking in air defense, if the enemy chose to commit an air assault...

He thought of the twelve A-35 variable geometry fighters he had, they were officially classified as prototypes, but they had been added to his forces in case of emergencies, and his fleet being bombarded while three quarters of its own battleships were away was definitely an emergency.

"Captain! Deploy the A-35s!" Trouetrabond ordered.

OOC: The A-35 is an advanced prototype fighter, expensive, and sort of like an F-14 on crack, well, the prototypes are at least, so their damn good, but expensive fighters

Last post tonight

Shurygin and a few of his men rushed over and climbed in the UAZ, they drove off down the street at full speed, under fire. A few minutes later they reached the docks. An armada of ship, from landing craft, to passenger ships were speeding back and forth, between the island and the mainland. Shurygin drove his car up into a transport and got out. He walked over to the highest ranking person he saw. "How many do we have left out there?" The man turned around. "Almost no one. Except Red Company, they are still trying, but are encountering heavy resistance..." Shurygin looked around and saw a few T-90s. "Why don't you use those to go help them?" "We haven't gotten any orders." Shurygin glared at him. "Well, I am ordering you to get some people and go help Red Company out, right now." The man saluted and went off to find some tank crewmen.

Admiral Brusilov grimaced as a missile impacted into the side of his ship. "Damage report!", "Not bad, our engineers are going to patch it up now."

Wing Commander Lenin looked over at the enemy carrier from his Mig-29, "What kind of planes are those? Well, lets see how good they are if they don't get off of the flight deck. All aircraft, try to take out those planes on the flattop." He dropped his plane down to about 95 ft... Armed his missiles, flew upward, aimed and fired...

Lt. Jack McKellin begins to bark out orders over the comm, "Fall back, back to the boats, this place is going down and we ain't going with it, put C-4 on those supports, set for 25 minutes. We are heading for Haton!"

"Report, can we make it there and avoid those ships?" asks McKellin.

"Yes, sir, if we take it a little under maxium speed we will make it just fine." reports the radar man.

"Excellent," now to the main comm command, "Tell em to be ready to ship out in 10, we'll disembark in 15, claymores here here and here to prevent retailation, lets move!"
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The radio sparked to life on the <remebering aircraft type>, Lt. Hel, answers, "Acknowledged, allright men," over the comm system, "change in planes, Marx is a lost cause, we are gonna deploy over Hatan, that is all."
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Captain Dugal, watching his former shipmates trudge through the forest southward towards Hatan.

Damn, the big battle is seemingly gonna be for Hatan, the capital, we cannot allow that to happen. I gotta put in an order for more troops and vehicles, especially anti-ship and anti-air if the reports I'm getting are true. I said we were gonna give em hell and with breath still in me we will!

By the time the ASW "soldiers" had arrived, Marx city was ablaze and gunfire could be heard throughout the street underneath the rumble of cannon.

The military didn't look like much. Most were just civilians bearing MP5s or Glocks at the time in street clothes, but goddammit, even though they were as slapped together as possible, they would get the job they were assigned to do done.

Corporal Jordan McDaniel headed to the front of his company, and ran through the plan with them one last time before they had to head into the heart of Marx city. The snipers, no more than men armed with civilian rifles and scopes, were to head into the main broadways and avenues, and take lead, brought up from the rear by two seperate squads. Once the area was cleared, the snipers were to fan out into the nearby structures and take positions around the area, while the two squads headed towards the harbor. This was to transpire on many of the main streets. Should one fail to be clear, it could jeopardize the plan and leave their rear flank bear to enemy fire. There wasn't much time to rethink, though.

The ragtag military began to fan out into the city. Jordan McDaniel took lead, and positioned his rifle on his shoulder, and leaned out from behind a corner. There was a car overturned and burning, and six soldiers exchanging gun fire with somebody in a window. Several shots rang out, and two of the six hit the ground. The remaining four ran for the cover of a nearby alleyway, firing as they went. Two snipers were killed. Two men with MP5s from the rear squad came running into the street, and turned into the alley, one to get mowed down by the fire of an assault rifle. The other stopped right before he turned the corner.

The great thing about ASW military personnel was that a course in homemade explosives was required for every soldier. This one happened to have a few pipe bombs on himself. He removed a lighter from his pocket and lit the fuse. He flung the pipe bomb around the corner and started running back. As he met back with his squad, the sound of a dull explosion and nails flying through the air were overrun by several human screams.

The team of snipers moved forward, and raised their fists in the air, saluting the Hattian gunmen in the window for holding out as long as he did. They proceeded down the abandoned street.

The team was off to a good start, only three men had been downed. What was normally said about the ASW military was that no man would be left behind and given a proper burial. That just wasn't true. Those three men wouldn't get buried, but instead be assorted meat parts from a butcher factory posing as their corpses in a closed coffin funeral. They were left behind. One man vomited from the sight of his friend dead on the ground.

OOC: Sorry I arrived late, but I'm sure I'm a nice welcome, eh Hattia?

Yeah, thanks for coming, but you should get out of there. We are going to blow it up :D.

The Hattian snipers ran out of the building and up to Jordan McDaniel. "You might want to head for the docks, once we get out of here, those battleships are going to bombard this place into dust. Follow us."

Red Company trudged into the docks area. They lost about half of their men. Shurygin radioed Admiral Brusilov, "Admiral, all of our troops are out, but we have ASW troops still in the city. They will be out soon and then you may commence your bombardment."

Corporal McDaniel grabbed his radio and started calling the other team commanders. In a matter of seconds, the newly arrived ASW forces had pulled back to the docks.

Back at the docks, orders were being given.

"I want first and third snipers in those structures along the southern side of the street!" McDaniel yelled. Men were filing out and into the nearby buildings, when a deafening roar from Marx city rang out. Several buildings where McDaniel's men had been minutes before had collapsed.

"I take it that's our signal to get the f*** out of here and back further," one private said jokingly, after taking a draw on his cigarette.

Captain Kelvin Tharred taxied his A-35 onto the runway. The burning wreckages of two of his squadron's A-35s had been pushed off of the landing strip and a third wreckage was still smouldering behind him. The Migs had flown in low, under radar coverage, and unleashed a full missile barrage on the fleet, primarily the A-35s.

He pushed his throttle to full and the four turbofans roared to life as he fighter jetted off of the runway. As it got to the end the wings swept forward, and the plan lifted into the air.

He banked to the right and his computer locked onto one of the Migs, the target locked tone sounded, and he pressed the missile trigger. A trio of AMRAAMs flew forth from of the four AMRAAM clusters fitted onto his aircraft and homed in on their target. How do you like that you bastard? he thought to himself.

He didn't even bother keeping his eyes on his target after he fired the missiles, trusting the three missiles to be more than able to do their job. He quickly scanned the air and the water for the fleet's status.

Though the Migs definately had the advantage of surprise, that was quickly fading as the fleet's anti-air systems flared to life. The Vanguard CIWS' fitted onto the fleet unleashed their stinger missiles while a few of the killer whales unleashed their ADATS missiles as well.

He locked on to another target, switched firing modes to single missiles only, and fired.
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Lieutenant Mcauley and many of the fighters from the landing ships had joined up with fleet's carriers' fighters. All told their was roughly a full air regiment, or just over a hundred fighters. It seemed perhaps a little excessive, but the threat of the two Kirovs was to great to ignore, and their was the enemy air cover above them.

On the radar the approaching Migs were showing up in groups. AAMs started streaking forward from some of the Tundric fighters and missiles started towards them from the Hattian fighters.

Mcauley watched as his squadron's captain was blown out of the sky by a Hattian missile. Several other fighters suffered similiar fates, and he could only imagine what the outnumbered Migs were going through.

Then Migs appeared in visual range. More missiles streaked out towards the enemy, and more missiles streaked towards them. Then the battle went up a notch as cannons started blazing.

Mcauley tried desperately to assist one of the carrier fighters but its right wing was shredded by Mig cannon fire and at the high speeds they were flying, air tended to act like a wall and the wing was ripped clean off. The pilot ejected and the ruined fighter spiralled down into the water below.

After some fancy flying by both pilots, Mcauley managed to maneuver his fighter right in behind the Mig and pressed down on the firing studs. His twin 20mm cannons blazed and hammered into the rear of the enemy craft, tearing through the engine and igniting the fuel.

The Mig went up in a fireball and Mcauley got his fighter through the aeriel battle and hooked up with numerous other fighters to continue on to the battleships. They entered visual range under SAM fire and three fighters exploded in mid air, one of the carrier fighter captains proclaimed himself the unofficial leader of the combined fighters and sent orders to the pilots, "Don't worry about sinking the, their armour is pretty thick and it will take to long, go for the main cannons, all we have to do is keep them from firing on the groundpounders!" he yelled.

To late... Mcauley thought to himself as he watched the turrets aim towards the island and open fire. His targeting tone sounded, and along with the other Tundric fighters, sent an anti-ship missile streaking towards the main guns of the two Kirovs.

Captain Kelvin Tharred taxied his A-35 onto the runway. The burning wreckages of two of his squadron's A-35s had been pushed off of the landing strip and a third wreckage was still smouldering behind him. The Migs had flown in low, under radar coverage, and unleashed a full missile barrage on the fleet, primarily the A-35s.

He pushed his throttle to full and the four turbofans roared to life as he fighter jetted off of the runway. As it got to the end the wings swept forward, and the plan lifted into the air.

He banked to the right and his computer locked onto one of the Migs, the target locked tone sounded, and he pressed the missile trigger. A trio of AMRAAMs flew forth from of the four AMRAAM clusters fitted onto his aircraft and homed in on their target. How do you like that you bastard? he thought to himself.

He didn't even bother keeping his eyes on his target after he fired the missiles, trusting the three missiles to be more than able to do their job. He quickly scanned the air and the water for the fleet's status.

Though the Migs definately had the advantage of surprise, that was quickly fading as the fleet's anti-air systems flared to life. The Vanguard CIWS' fitted onto the fleet unleashed their stinger missiles while a few of the killer whales unleashed their ADATS missiles as well.

He locked on to another target, switched firing modes to single missiles only, and fired.
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Lieutenant Mcauley and many of the fighters from the landing ships had joined up with fleet's carriers' fighters. All told their was roughly a full air regiment, or just over a hundred fighters. It seemed perhaps a little excessive, but the threat of the two Kirovs was to great to ignore, and their was the enemy air cover above them.

On the radar the approaching Migs were showing up in groups. AAMs started streaking forward from some of the Tundric fighters and missiles started towards them from the Hattian fighters.

Mcauley watched as his squadron's captain was blown out of the sky by a Hattian missile. Several other fighters suffered similiar fates, and he could only imagine what the outnumbered Migs were going through.

Then Migs appeared in visual range. More missiles streaked out towards the enemy, and more missiles streaked towards them. Then the battle went up a notch as cannons started blazing.

Mcauley tried desperately to assist one of the carrier fighters but its right wing was shredded by Mig cannon fire and at the high speeds they were flying, air tended to act like a wall and the wing was ripped clean off. The pilot ejected and the ruined fighter spiralled down into the water below.

After some fancy flying by both pilots, Mcauley managed to maneuver his fighter right in behind the Mig and pressed down on the firing studs. His twin 20mm cannons blazed and hammered into the rear of the enemy craft, tearing through the engine and igniting the fuel.

The Mig went up in a fireball and Mcauley got his fighter through the aeriel battle and hooked up with numerous other fighters to continue on to the battleships. They entered visual range under SAM fire and three fighters exploded in mid air, one of the carrier fighter captains proclaimed himself the unofficial leader of the combined fighters and sent orders to the pilots, "Don't worry about sinking the, their armour is pretty thick and it will take to long, go for the main cannons, all we have to do is keep them from firing on the groundpounders!" he yelled.

To late... Mcauley thought to himself as he watched the turrets aim towards the island and open fire. His targeting tone sounded, and along with the other Tundric fighters, sent an anti-ship missile streaking towards the main guns of the two Kirovs.

Captain Kelvin Tharred taxied his A-35 onto the runway. The burning wreckages of two of his squadron's A-35s had been pushed off of the landing strip and a third wreckage was still smouldering behind him. The Migs had flown in low, under radar coverage, and unleashed a full missile barrage on the fleet, primarily the A-35s.

He pushed his throttle to full and the four turbofans roared to life as he fighter jetted off of the runway. As it got to the end the wings swept forward, and the plan lifted into the air.

He banked to the right and his computer locked onto one of the Migs, the target locked tone sounded, and he pressed the missile trigger. A trio of AMRAAMs flew forth from of the four AMRAAM clusters fitted onto his aircraft and homed in on their target. How do you like that you bastard? he thought to himself.

He didn't even bother keeping his eyes on his target after he fired the missiles, trusting the three missiles to be more than able to do their job. He quickly scanned the air and the water for the fleet's status.

Though the Migs definately had the advantage of surprise, that was quickly fading as the fleet's anti-air systems flared to life. The Vanguard CIWS' fitted onto the fleet unleashed their stinger missiles while a few of the killer whales unleashed their ADATS missiles as well.

He locked on to another target, switched firing modes to single missiles only, and fired.
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Lieutenant Mcauley and many of the fighters from the landing ships had joined up with fleet's carriers' fighters. All told their was roughly a full air regiment, or just over a hundred fighters. It seemed perhaps a little excessive, but the threat of the two Kirovs was to great to ignore, and their was the enemy air cover above them.

On the radar the approaching Migs were showing up in groups. AAMs started streaking forward from some of the Tundric fighters and missiles started towards them from the Hattian fighters.

Mcauley watched as his squadron's captain was blown out of the sky by a Hattian missile. Several other fighters suffered similiar fates, and he could only imagine what the outnumbered Migs were going through.

Then Migs appeared in visual range. More missiles streaked out towards the enemy, and more missiles streaked towards them. Then the battle went up a notch as cannons started blazing.

Mcauley tried desperately to assist one of the carrier fighters but its right wing was shredded by Mig cannon fire and at the high speeds they were flying, air tended to act like a wall and the wing was ripped clean off. The pilot ejected and the ruined fighter spiralled down into the water below.

After some fancy flying by both pilots, Mcauley managed to maneuver his fighter right in behind the Mig and pressed down on the firing studs. His twin 20mm cannons blazed and hammered into the rear of the enemy craft, tearing through the engine and igniting the fuel.

The Mig went up in a fireball and Mcauley got his fighter through the aeriel battle and hooked up with numerous other fighters to continue on to the battleships. They entered visual range under SAM fire and three fighters exploded in mid air, one of the carrier fighter captains proclaimed himself the unofficial leader of the combined fighters and sent orders to the pilots, "Don't worry about sinking the, their armour is pretty thick and it will take to long, go for the main cannons, all we have to do is keep them from firing on the groundpounders!" he yelled.

To late... Mcauley thought to himself as he watched the turrets aim towards the island and open fire. His targeting tone sounded, and along with the other Tundric fighters, sent an anti-ship missile streaking towards the main guns of the two Kirovs.

Captain Kelvin Tharred taxied his A-35 onto the runway. The burning wreckages of two of his squadron's A-35s had been pushed off of the landing strip and a third wreckage was still smouldering behind him. The Migs had flown in low, under radar coverage, and unleashed a full missile barrage on the fleet, primarily the A-35s.

He pushed his throttle to full and the four turbofans roared to life as he fighter jetted off of the runway. As it got to the end the wings swept forward, and the plan lifted into the air.

He banked to the right and his computer locked onto one of the Migs, the target locked tone sounded, and he pressed the missile trigger. A trio of AMRAAMs flew forth from of the four AMRAAM clusters fitted onto his aircraft and homed in on their target. How do you like that you bastard? he thought to himself.

He didn't even bother keeping his eyes on his target after he fired the missiles, trusting the three missiles to be more than able to do their job. He quickly scanned the air and the water for the fleet's status.

Though the Migs definately had the advantage of surprise, that was quickly fading as the fleet's anti-air systems flared to life. The Vanguard CIWS' fitted onto the fleet unleashed their stinger missiles while a few of the killer whales unleashed their ADATS missiles as well.

He locked on to another target, switched firing modes to single missiles only, and fired.
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Lieutenant Mcauley and many of the fighters from the landing ships had joined up with fleet's carriers' fighters. All told their was roughly a full air regiment, or just over a hundred fighters. It seemed perhaps a little excessive, but the threat of the two Kirovs was to great to ignore, and their was the enemy air cover above them.

On the radar the approaching Migs were showing up in groups. AAMs started streaking forward from some of the Tundric fighters and missiles started towards them from the Hattian fighters.

Mcauley watched as his squadron's captain was blown out of the sky by a Hattian missile. Several other fighters suffered similiar fates, and he could only imagine what the outnumbered Migs were going through.

Then Migs appeared in visual range. More missiles streaked out towards the enemy, and more missiles streaked towards them. Then the battle went up a notch as cannons started blazing.

Mcauley tried desperately to assist one of the carrier fighters but its right wing was shredded by Mig cannon fire and at the high speeds they were flying, air tended to act like a wall and the wing was ripped clean off. The pilot ejected and the ruined fighter spiralled down into the water below.

After some fancy flying by both pilots, Mcauley managed to maneuver his fighter right in behind the Mig and pressed down on the firing studs. His twin 20mm cannons blazed and hammered into the rear of the enemy craft, tearing through the engine and igniting the fuel.

The Mig went up in a fireball and Mcauley got his fighter through the aeriel battle and hooked up with numerous other fighters to continue on to the battleships. They entered visual range under SAM fire and three fighters exploded in mid air, one of the carrier fighter captains proclaimed himself the unofficial leader of the combined fighters and sent orders to the pilots, "Don't worry about sinking the, their armour is pretty thick and it will take to long, go for the main cannons, all we have to do is keep them from firing on the groundpounders!" he yelled.

To late... Mcauley thought to himself as he watched the turrets aim towards the island and open fire. His targeting tone sounded, and along with the other Tundric fighters, sent an anti-ship missile streaking towards the main guns of the two Kirovs.

Captain Kelvin Tharred taxied his A-35 onto the runway. The burning wreckages of two of his squadron's A-35s had been pushed off of the landing strip and a third wreckage was still smouldering behind him. The Migs had flown in low, under radar coverage, and unleashed a full missile barrage on the fleet, primarily the A-35s.

He pushed his throttle to full and the four turbofans roared to life as he fighter jetted off of the runway. As it got to the end the wings swept forward, and the plan lifted into the air.

He banked to the right and his computer locked onto one of the Migs, the target locked tone sounded, and he pressed the missile trigger. A trio of AMRAAMs flew forth from of the four AMRAAM clusters fitted onto his aircraft and homed in on their target. How do you like that you bastard? he thought to himself.

He didn't even bother keeping his eyes on his target after he fired the missiles, trusting the three missiles to be more than able to do their job. He quickly scanned the air and the water for the fleet's status.

Though the Migs definately had the advantage of surprise, that was quickly fading as the fleet's anti-air systems flared to life. The Vanguard CIWS' fitted onto the fleet unleashed their stinger missiles while a few of the killer whales unleashed their ADATS missiles as well.

He locked on to another target, switched firing modes to single missiles only, and fired.
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Lieutenant Mcauley and many of the fighters from the landing ships had joined up with fleet's carriers' fighters. All told their was roughly a full air regiment, or just over a hundred fighters. It seemed perhaps a little excessive, but the threat of the two Kirovs was to great to ignore, and their was the enemy air cover above them.

On the radar the approaching Migs were showing up in groups. AAMs started streaking forward from some of the Tundric fighters and missiles started towards them from the Hattian fighters.

Mcauley watched as his squadron's captain was blown out of the sky by a Hattian missile. Several other fighters suffered similiar fates, and he could only imagine what the outnumbered Migs were going through.

Then Migs appeared in visual range. More missiles streaked out towards the enemy, and more missiles streaked towards them. Then the battle went up a notch as cannons started blazing.

Mcauley tried desperately to assist one of the carrier fighters but its right wing was shredded by Mig cannon fire and at the high speeds they were flying, air tended to act like a wall and the wing was ripped clean off. The pilot ejected and the ruined fighter spiralled down into the water below.

After some fancy flying by both pilots, Mcauley managed to maneuver his fighter right in behind the Mig and pressed down on the firing studs. His twin 20mm cannons blazed and hammered into the rear of the enemy craft, tearing through the engine and igniting the fuel.

The Mig went up in a fireball and Mcauley got his fighter through the aeriel battle and hooked up with numerous other fighters to continue on to the battleships. They entered visual range under SAM fire and three fighters exploded in mid air, one of the carrier fighter captains proclaimed himself the unofficial leader of the combined fighters and sent orders to the pilots, "Don't worry about sinking the, their armour is pretty thick and it will take to long, go for the main cannons, all we have to do is keep them from firing on the groundpounders!" he yelled.

To late... Mcauley thought to himself as he watched the turrets aim towards the island and open fire. His targeting tone sounded, and along with the other Tundric fighters, sent an anti-ship missile streaking towards the main guns of the two Kirovs.

McDaniel had rounded his men back to the docks, and was issuing out orders to set up a sniper/machine gunner nest. Almost every building lining the way of the avenue to the docks had at least on gunner in it, armed with his makeshift snipe rifle or otherwise. Several soldiers had stolen some explosives from dead soldiers, and were preparing to work as an anti-tank battallion near the front-most structure.

Several Hattian soldiers came by and one of McDaniel's men stopped them. They made a brief inquiry, and then walked up to McDaniel when the infantrymen headed back towards the docks.

Over the roar of a building collapsing, the two privates walked up to McDaniel. "Sir! We think it would be best if we could discover where the Hattians are stocking their weapons. Our equipment won't be able to do us much good in these circumstances."

McDaniel looked around at his men. It was true. Most of them were toting civilian weapons, some of them not even capable of piercing Kevlar. Only a direct headshot would be capable of killing enemy soldiers from those weapons. An armory would be definitely useful, especially if they were to be engaging in heavy conflict.

"Did those Hattians have any idea where we could find out a location of an armory?"

"No, but I'd imagine that the at the very least a lieutenant would know where one is."

McDaniel started to curse, and then looked around. Several other Hattians ran by, but didn't stop for an inquiry. He looked around once more, and sighed. "You two, I want you to find out where an armory is. Stop anyone and everyone. We won't last long otherwise."

"Yessir!"

The two privates started to run as the frontline snipers opened gunfire on two approaching soldiers. Both of them hit the deck, and crawled up behind two trashcans. A burst of assault rifle fire hit the top window, glass shattered, and a sniper fell out.

If they're doing this, they better get it done soon, thought McDaniel. If armour gets here before we get some real weapons, we're f***ed. We're probably f***ed anyways; who in their right mind would stock weapons in the middle of a battlefield? I could just recall them... but it'd be our best bet to see if there is one.

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Two ASW soldiers were back in the city: Private Robert Sanders and Jack Cage. They were running amongst debree, glass, and corpses. A fuel truck was toppled in the street, and had set most of the surrounding buildings on fire. There were bursts of gunfire off in the distance, and the two soldiers headed after them.

After several corners were rounded, the two men entered a small clearing, apparently what used to be city hall, now a smoldering pile of glass, sheet metal, and concrete. Roughly 10 Hattians were pinned down by gunfire. The two privates ran across the field, being shot at from across the clearing, and ended up behind a rock, halfway across the way.

"Do any of you know where we could find an armory" Cage screamed across the clearing. The men were oblivious to what they were asking, and continued to exchange fire with their assailants.

"Go for it," Cage said to Sanders.

Sanders had wanted to die a hero, if he were to die at all. He buckled up for a sprint and ran across the open field. Halfway through, a round struck him in the knee. He collapsed, shrieking. Another round proceeded, this time, to hit its mark, piercing into his back.

Cage had no option. He ran towards the closest cover, a pile up of shredded concrete. Now within hearing range, he screamed out his request again, asking for the nearest possbile armory, if there was one at all.

McDaniel had rounded his men back to the docks, and was issuing out orders to set up a sniper/machine gunner nest. Almost every building lining the way of the avenue to the docks had at least on gunner in it, armed with his makeshift snipe rifle or otherwise. Several soldiers had stolen some explosives from dead soldiers, and were preparing to work as an anti-tank battallion near the front-most structure.

Several Hattian soldiers came by and one of McDaniel's men stopped them. They made a brief inquiry, and then walked up to McDaniel when the infantrymen headed back towards the docks.

Over the roar of a building collapsing, the two privates walked up to McDaniel. "Sir! We think it would be best if we could discover where the Hattians are stocking their weapons. Our equipment won't be able to do us much good in these circumstances."

McDaniel looked around at his men. It was true. Most of them were toting civilian weapons, some of them not even capable of piercing Kevlar. Only a direct headshot would be capable of killing enemy soldiers from those weapons. An armory would be definitely useful, especially if they were to be engaging in heavy conflict.

"Did those Hattians have any idea where we could find out a location of an armory?"

"No, but I'd imagine that the at the very least a lieutenant would know where one is."

McDaniel started to curse, and then looked around. Several other Hattians ran by, but didn't stop for an inquiry. He looked around once more, and sighed. "You two, I want you to find out where an armory is. Stop anyone and everyone. We won't last long otherwise."

"Yessir!"

The two privates started to run as the frontline snipers opened gunfire on two approaching soldiers. Both of them hit the deck, and crawled up behind two trashcans. A burst of assault rifle fire hit the top window, glass shattered, and a sniper fell out.

If they're doing this, they better get it done soon, thought McDaniel. If armour gets here before we get some real weapons, we're f***ed. We're probably f***ed anyways; who in their right mind would stock weapons in the middle of a battlefield? I could just recall them... but it'd be our best bet to see if there is one.

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Two ASW soldiers were back in the city: Private Robert Sanders and Jack Cage. They were running amongst debree, glass, and corpses. A fuel truck was toppled in the street, and had set most of the surrounding buildings on fire. There were bursts of gunfire off in the distance, and the two soldiers headed after them.

After several corners were rounded, the two men entered a small clearing, apparently what used to be city hall, now a smoldering pile of glass, sheet metal, and concrete. Roughly 10 Hattians were pinned down by gunfire. The two privates ran across the field, being shot at from across the clearing, and ended up behind a rock, halfway across the way.

"Do any of you know where we could find an armory" Cage screamed across the clearing. The men were oblivious to what they were asking, and continued to exchange fire with their assailants.

"Go for it," Cage said to Sanders.

Sanders had wanted to die a hero, if he were to die at all. He buckled up for a sprint and ran across the open field. Halfway through, a round struck him in the knee. He collapsed, shrieking. Another round proceeded, this time, to hit its mark, piercing into his back.

Cage had no option. He ran towards the closest cover, a pile up of shredded concrete. Now within hearing range, he screamed out his request again, asking for the nearest possbile armory, if there was one at all.

Admiral Brusilov was thrown against a bulkhead as the missiles crashed into his ship, "Bloody hell, how bad is it?" One of the engineers responded. "Damn, Main Cannon 1 is down and 2 is damaged..." Brusilov pulled himself up, "Damn, how long before you can get them fixed?" "Cannon 1 is out of duty, but cannon 2 will still fire." The Admiral grimaced, "Order all ships to focus fire on their carriers, our Migs seem to be getting slaughtered out there." Shurygin paused. "Well, it seems our ission is about complete..."

Commander Zyteslav, Captain of the Typhoon attack sub Hammer of the Proletariat was peering at the radar. He picked up the phone. "Gunnery, are we in range yet?". "Yes Sir, Torpedoes ready to fire..." He smiled "Take me to periscope depth..." He looked through the periscope. "4 degrees left... Good." He picked up his phone again. "Gunnery, fire tubes 1 and 2..." 2 630mm torpedoes streaked towards the aircraft carrier...

Shurygin was surveying the transports, when a man carrying an MP5 asked him "Do you know where an armory is?", "Yes, follow me." He led the man over to a small, heavily constructed building. He put a combination into the door, it was filled with RPGs, AKs, Dragunovs and various other weapons. "There you go, have fun."

Lenin swerved sharply to the right. "Damn, what are those things." He manuevered behind one, and let off a barrage of minigun rounds... One of the planes engines begin spewing flames... "Yes!" He pulled out. "Damn, we are getting killed out here... All aircraft, follow me!" He turned sharply again and headed off towards Haton at high speed. (His plan is to lead them over Haton's anti aircraft weapons)

Cage thanked Shurygin and headed into the building. He looked around with a broad grin.

"Hey, McDaniel," Cage said into his radio, "I found us an armory. You can thank this Shurygin guy. It's by what used to be City Hall."

"Good, I'll send some men over there. There are a couple parked cars, and apparently Private Henderson knows how to hotwire. We'll be over there with a few vehicles in a moment. Start piling up some rounds and weapons."

"Yessir."

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5 cars departed from where McDaniel was stationed, taking the rear alleys to where the City Hall was standing before the attack.

After the cars rounded out of sight into a rear alley, several gunshots were heard, and three seperate soldiers fell across the clearing. Two buildings had been occupied by the enemy on the North side of the street.

The crowd of men departed. Most of them ran South and ino alleys for cover, but McDaniel headed north to where the enemy was now positioning itself. One shot almost grazed his knee and nearly incapacitated him. Fortunately, he made it to the mouth of the doorway. The lock had been shot off.

How the f*** did they get in under our noses, McDaniel thought.

McDaniel set his hand on the door handle, and gripped his MP5 in the other hand. He swung the door open. The bottom floor was empty.

He walked into the room. Shattered glass and concrete were everywhere, and several tables were overturned. To his right, there was a stairwell.

They're up there. At least they weren't waiting for me when the door opened.

McDaniel stepped up the stairs. After a couple explosives, oddly enough, the stairs were still capable of supporting his weight. He walked up, each step creaking.

When he rounded a corner, a burst of 7.62 rifle rounds hit the wall by his head. He immediately pulled back. Reaching onto his grenade vest, he removed a white phosphorous grenade and sent it into the hallway. In seconds, the hallway was choked with thick white smoke. He spun out and let loose with MP5 fire on both ends of the hallway. A dull thud was heard, and he knew he struck his target.

OOC: Is Haton the town that my Twelfth Armored is attacking, or is it somewhere else.

IC: Major Johnston emerged from his command vehicle. Around him he could see that someone was coming up. An M-23 "Harrington" Light tank appeared out of the jungle path that he had sent his probes into. As the lone tank approached the Command vehicle, A man sitting on the front headlight with Emerald Paratrooper Fatigues on slapped the 105mm gun on the Harrington. Johnston Wiped his goggles in disbelief.

"Corporal! Tell the Chancellor that Jimmy's safe. We got him. Also, tell MacDonald to move up my Corps, That's and order." Johnston shouted.

The Corporal yelped in glee from inside the Command Vehicle. "Yes sir, Do you want me to tell Captain Wachowski to move his men into Hampton?"

"No, I'll have MacDonald move Twelfth ID in. they're Street Fighters."

Just as Johnston Finished telling the Corporal his orders, he heared the flutter of Helicopters overhead. On the sides of the Blackhawks was the Solid Black circle of the Fifteenth Air Cavalry. That couldn't be, York's Third Army was still being formed. The Fifteenth AC was not in his support System. Hell, They were stationed for fighting on a large Island called Gorren for restoring peace and completing the Annexation of Gorren. Just then Johnston's Field Radio rang out.

"Yes, Major Johnston." he said.

It was Clark. "You're probably wondering what the 15 AC is doing over your position. Right?"

"Yes, Commander"

"Well, Corps Commander Johnston, I hear you have found Jimmy Springy."

"Yes, I have Springfield in my possession. What does that have to do with 15 AC?"

"A Battalion of 15 AC is out to bring him back. He is being given command of Eighteenth Corps in York's Army."

"Ah, I see. Permission to take Hampton."

"Use Twelfth ID."

"Thank, ya, sir."


As Johnston pounded away at Hampton in the front, York's Third Army was arriving from Fulovit. With Operation Emerald Sky in the Finishing Stages, and now with troops at Hampton, the Hattians were obviously taken by Surprise. But now, York had a plan. He had fought on Gorren with Rebels and Guerillas but neve in fighting this Organized. He had always planned a Battle of Annhialation, and now the oppritunity had presented itself. With Tundric Forces advancing at Marx City and pushin back the Hattians. He could move his whole Third Army in the way and push against the retreating Hattians. Now, he could launch Operation Boa. The Choking of Hattian Regulars. His 300,000 man Army was ready for it. This was all he had planned for a week. Now, the Boa went into action.

A column of harrington light tanks pured out along a strech of highway with troop carriers behind them. Overhead, helicopters and PAA-12 land attack aircraft patrolled. Their main objective was to take a string of villages in the way of the Hattian Retreat. This way they could have a few airports with which to bring in reinforcements and supplies. York looke down from a helicopter. "Holy Hell, they're gonna feel it. I'm gonna bring this war home to plenty of families this month." Then he looked int the direction of Hampton. "Mike Johnston, you better hold. Element of Surprise needs it. Let's cap the bastards."

Office of Chancellor Springfield 0900 Hrs, September 3rd, 2001

Chancellor Jack Springfield walks into office and sits at his desk. As he begind reading over the battle reports from the night, he hears a dull noise coming from the town behind him. He turns and opens the blind on his windo beside him. Out the window he sees several PFA-13s and PAA-12s escorting a PCA-51 Cargo plane. It comes into Huerstown Military air base. He knows what the cargo is. he ordered it. Jack presses the button on his intercom. "Someone ride out and meet Jimmy. I want his battle report."

A ragged man entered the office about a half hour later. He was wearing a torn up Emerald colored field jacket and the same colored pants. he had a Jungle hat on his head with the Black Triangle with a White bird in the inside of it. It was Tenth Airborne. He, was James Springfield. Hero of Vanderville and participant in Emerald Sky. He hasn't spoken to anyone yet. He is obviously shaken.

"Well, Jim. How was it."

Jimmy coughed. "I told my men some ramblings about death and victory right before we jumped. Then I took first position. On the way down I was scared as hell. I could see that below me was a watchtower in the jungle. Then I saw the .50 Caliber Machine gun tracers zooming around me. I saw that I was headed for the Watchtower so I drew my pistol. the .50 Caliber Desert Eagle I carry, and I braced for impact.

"The Cables fastened onto the top of the tower. I smacked into a pole. I was only out for a minute though, co I climbed the ladderright next to me. I simultaneosly flipped off the safety on the desert eage, and with my carbine slung over my back, I tossed the parachute onto the ground below me. Then I climbed. When I reached the top two Hattians were busy shootin my boys. So I drew my knife in my left and... and I... I..." Jimmy broke into tears and began to bawl.

"It's okay Jimmy, What did you do. I need to know so that others don't have to die. Tell me." Jimmy said in a compassionate voice as he went over and tried to help out his little brother.

"You weren't there! You didn't have to murder them! I did! I didn't just kill them. I murdered the Sons of Bitches. They were killing my boys. So I made them pay. I made them scream! They shouted and cried. I stabbed and cut them and shot a few. But I never Expected I had to be so brutal. I killed them like cattle. They were just animals to me, just animals. I thought that until I saw them screaming and crying. But I couldn't just give them pity. They had killed my boys! They killed them!" Jimmy's tone turned to anger. Jack took him outside where he could calm down. The Jack's Radio beeped.

"Chancellor, this is Major-General Johnston. Hampton is mine and Eleventh corps is holding my rear. I'ma gonna bust out and give 'em hell. Tell Harry (York) that I'm gonna break 'em. Alright? I'm outta here!" The radio turned off and he had apparently unplugged it so that he couldn't be called. He was off on his own.

OOC: I'm gonna be posting the rest of Jimmy's story soon, so be ready.

OOC: Here's the rest of Jimmy's story, or it might become 3 posts, I dunno.

IC: "Jimmy, What elses happened?" Jack asked after a good hour of going over Economic Figures.

"After I slaughtered them, a few of my boys saw me up there and they came up to help. I wasn't crying, I dindn't know what I had done. Then They helped me as we cleared out a squad of Hattians that came near our tower. Then we left the tower. When we left we took turns carrying the .50 Caliber. We wandered down a cleared path and came to a small hamlet in a clearing. I could tell that it was primarily an agricultural town because of all of the cattle. So we went into the town.

"There were Nine of us in that group. Eight of us were tenth and one was from the eighth. We set up the .50 on a small hill overlooking the town and left a man to man it. Then we fanned out across the jungle around it. As we drove the people out of their homes and into the square, we found no supplies and no military personnel. Then we moved into the buildings and locked the civilians up. Our sniper took a position in a large tree and we all waited in buildings. The people soon told us that the were refugees. We were too cautious and did not arm them.

"After about an hour, when it was nearing 5 AM and the sun was coming out. We could hear the Coastal bombardment and we were busy. Our scout had radioed back that there was a troop column moving in towards us. We were holding up a road. It was the far edge of exit 14. Just a mile beyond Hampton. The hattian Column came in. We were later told that they had these columns all over the place and how they held up the progress of the invasion for a good several hours.

"As the Forward ATVs rolled into town the troops got off of them. Our sniper, Dan, Dan Irvin, shot one man with the silencer on. As Dan's back was to the sun, the flash was invisible. Then the other man walked outside the building I was in. I jumped on him and slit his neck. There had been no noise but we had already eliminated the column's eyes. Now we waited for the rest of their column to approach.

"The Coilumn came at about 0525 Hours on the First. The sniper picked off a driver of the lead truck just as he was nearing a large concrete trap we had placed. Then I smacked into the big block of concrete. The next truck screeched to a halt. As the troops in the second and the third trucks got out and began to fan out. Dan started picking off the officers. Then our .50 Caliber machine gun opened up on a squad of four or five of them. We followed the same procedure for the remaining forty or fifty. Then we took advantage of all of their supplies and headed back toward the beaches. The trucks were all chot up. We left that skirmish with all nine of us alive and unscathed, on the outside."

"You were found alone in a shell crater a mile beyond Hampton. How did that happen?" Jack asked.

"That's another story, Jack. A long one."

OOC: Yep, another post.

Yeah, Haton is under attack. It's a megalopolis (sp?) with around 1.7 million people in the general area.

The Prime Minister walked up the platform in the middle of the city, gunshots could be heard in the distance. "Today, Fulovit forces have landed in our homeland. Now I issue a warning to them, behind every rock, there will be a sniper, in every tree, a rifleman, in every hole, a machine gun. The People's Army will destroy you. We will defend our homeland until death, FOR THE PEOPLE'S REVOLUTION!" Huge cheers went up from the crowd. "I also will be fighting with my comrades." He picked up an AK-103 and fired it in the air. The crowd cheered again and surged out of the square towards the battle. An aide came up behind the PM. "The whole country is up in arms." He smiled. "Good", The Prime Minister shouldered his gun and followed the crowd.

Shurygin upon hearing this speech, picked up a megaphone and shouted. "NO MORE RETREATING!" He picked up the Hattian Flag and charged over the barricade. 1500 Hattians who were defending the dock followed him.

OOC: Hattia, a question, since your pop is over a billion, and the map you gave us shows an area that wouldn't likely hold a billion, I'm assuming this is just a part of your nation where Emerald sky is taking place?

The Thera was rocked by an explosion as a torpedo smacked into its underside. "Shit! What the hell are our frigates and destroyers doing! And what in the name of god are our own subs doing? Sleeping?! Get them firing god-" Trouetrabond was interuppted as a shell landed on the lannding deck of the carrier, smashing apart the forwardmost section and the two decks beneath it. The carrier was still moving, and could still carry, launch, and land fighters, but a portion of its top deck carrying capacity and some of the spare parts had just been blasted away.

The fleet's remaining battleship opened fire in response, but it was pointless now, the enemy battleships ceased their firing, whether it was willingly or the Tundric fighters had blasted apart their cannons he wouldn't know until the report from the fighters came in, judging from the fact that a pair of the few remaining enemy Migs exploded as a pair of missiles fired from the direction Trouetrabond had deployed the fleet's fighters.

Then a dozen A-32s flying in perfect formation came in visual range, and screamed over the deck of the aircraft carrier with afterburners on, greeted by the crews of every ship as they cheered and threw their hands in the air to welcome back their heroes. Each of the twelve fighters had the flaming angel with sword in hand painted on it, they were the Tundra's most elite fighter squadron, the furious angels. They also happened to be granted the use of any fighter they requested for each mission, which had lead them to be elite pilots in all of the Tundra's fighters, and were to be the first squadron to receive production model A-35s.

They broke off and engaged the remaining Migs, either blowing them out of the sky or driving them out of the fleet's airspace. One of the sub captains reported in, the enemy sub was spread across a good kilometer of the ocean floor. A second sunken frigate, and a hole in his own aircraft carrier reminded Trouetrabond all to well what happened when your sonar operators got careless or distracted.

The hole in his ship wasn't serious, it had been closed off already, and with Marx Island soon to be secure, his engineers and technicians could turn one of the docks into a rudimentary repair bay for the carrier. He looked around at the rest of the fleet to see what other damage had been wreaked on them, one of the battleships main turrets was out of commision, and several smaller guns were damaged or destroyed. A destroyer crew could be seen scrambling to put out a fire, minor damage had been suffered to most of the combat ships, but the troopships and supply ships had been well protected from anti-ship missiles by the Killer Whales acting as point defense with their forward mounted Vanguard IIs.
A bunch of fighters had been lost also, in the aeriel battle with the enemy Migs, or on the two missile runs on the battleships. Five A-35s were gone, 3 destroyed on the carrier deck, and two more had been lost in the air. The true cost in both lives and material had been the two frigates, now lying on the ocean floor, and although one of the gunboats had been lost, they were small and easily replaced, and its small crew had been rescued for the most part.

He looked over at the horizon, the sun was sinking, its top half over the lip of the ocean, spreading its last few rays of light onto war-torn Hattia. The day was over, the naval battle for Marx Island was over, the island itself would soon be secure, roughly seventy-five thousand tundric troops would make sure of that.
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Lieutenant Reed stood in the ring of steel that had been formed around the, what Reed could on describe as, fanatically crazed Hattian soldiers. They had charged, their leader flag in hand, killed no less than 60 Tundric soldiers. His followers however, weren't as skilled, and now no more then a third of their original force remained. Roughly 600 Tundric troops had been killed by them though, and numerous burning vehicles and downed choppers had been their work.

Machine guns continued to ring out, an RPG slammed into an Arctic Fox, and more Hattian soldiers were killed. Reed raised his rifle, switched it to burst, and squeezed the trigger. A Hattian soldier that had popped up with RPG in hand spun around, the RPG went off into the air, landing on the rooftop of a half destroyed convenience store.

Reed looked over to General Mcmanus, the commander of the Fightin' Irish as he turned on his radio. "Lexington, the bastards are done for! We'll have the city secure within the hour, the sniper teams and that piss poor anti-tank battalion have been driven back to their armory, a bombing run or artillery barrage will finish them, though I'm afraid they may rally and throw their full strength east, if they do, we won't be able to contain them" Mcmanus reported.

"Roger that general, Trouetrabond has reported in, the sea is more or less secure for now. Marx Island will be ours within the hour!" General Lexington's response came out loud and clear, his joy reflected in the the volume of his voice, or perhaps the radio had been set to maximum volume in an attempt to drown out the sounds of battle around it. Either way, Reed had heard the news and he quickly spread it to his men.
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General Mctavish congratulated his command staff as the tanks and supporting infantry of the Third Arctic Dragoons approached the end of the valley. Close to a hundred and fifty vehicles laid in their wake, but thankfully, at least two thirds were salvageable, although the Dragoons wouldn't be fully battle ready for a while.

Another RPG slammed into a Spartan's turret assembly, locking the turrets and disabling the cannon. In response, the fifty mounted on top blazed and the cave where the RPG had been fired from was filled with fire. Fulovit and Tundric choppers hovered overhead, locating and driving enemy forces from the valley.

A hidden MGN opened up and wiped out a full squad of soldiers before a shell put an end to its fire. The half dozen now dead soldiers of his reminded Mctavish that the valley hadn't been won yet. Only thing to do is push on... he thought to himself.

OOC: No, I needed to put a scale on it...

Shurygin looked around, his men were dying all around him. He searched the enemy positions... He saw what he was looking for, a Lieutenant, he and about 15 men charged towards him, screaming, and with bayonets fixed.

Admiral Brusilov was almost brought to tears when he saw the damage reports, "We sail to Smolny, we might be able to get some of the fleet there."

General Kirov read the reports from Marx Island, "Damn, Get the artillery, full barrage!"

A small boat sped off from Haton with 7 passengers towards Marx Island.

[ooc] Posting the samething lots o'times is bad form :oops: however, if you dont get redirected or it takes long doesn't mean it isn't going through, just hit it once and no matter the page that shows up its posted. (if your paraniod copy your text before sending it)

[ooc: damn, now I gotta pick a commander for three independant forces converging on a single city.

IC:

(For all three)

"We should be ariving to rendevue shortly sir." replies a private.

Massoud Walked slowly into the clearing waving his white flag of Truce.


He was the one that had volunteered to go and talk with the enemy. Out of the remaining 1,000 troops at Panjshir pass, he was one of only about 30 officers left. He approached the enemy command post and colsed his eyes. If They were to fire on him, He would be ready for it. He had lost one eye, and the use of one ear.

He walked closer to the nearest tank.

"Hail, I come to speak" He shouted the Chochezken Truce Phrase

No answer.

"Hail, I come To Speak" He shouted louder than before.

Hattian T-90 columns and infantry forces sped up the roads from bases in Severnaya towards Haton. While daily airstrikes were launched on the advancing forces. It will be a few days before they get there.

4th Heavy Armoured Division
6th Regular Brigade
4th SOP (Militia) Brigade


General Kirov walked over to his tank. A new Chiorny Oriol MBT, (Info: http://www.aeronautics.ru/archive/armored_vehicles/black-eagle.htm) He had been a tank commander before his promotion and fought in Higera and Smolny. He climbed in, and greeted his crew. He turned on the radio "All Hat Guard tank units, form column and follow me." (Hat Guards are the elite Hattian troops) He drove off towards the battle with about 50 tanks in tow.

Meanwhile, 50 Feet in the air

"Lancer squadron this is Lancer Leader, Stay low. The Mi-28N Night Havocs flew very near to the ground as they headed for their targets, "This is Lancer 2, targets sighted." "Lancer Squadron, commence attack." The Havocs lit up the night with a huge barrage of Ataka anti tank missiles. After they exhausted their guided missiles, they fired all of their others. The missiles streaked towards the enemies near Haton.

Marx Island

Lt. Petrov and his squad disembarked from their boat and moved stealthily through the city, Being Hat Guard Commandos, they were exceptionally good at it. Petrov had his men set up and ambush and wait. A few minutes later a Canadian Truck trundled by. Petrov walked out in front of it and motioned for it to stop, which it did. He walked up to the driver side window, pulled out a silenced pistol and shot the driver in the face, the men in the back were simulatieously (sp?) shot. Petrov looked around and said "Okay, put on their uniforms and stay quiet." He rummaged through the drivers stuff and found an ID and orders. He hopped in the truck and drove off.

Marx Island was finally secured, a truck with its crew found dead, and a few other soldiers were injured from what were being attributed to small numbers of the civilian populace trying to fight back. Otherwise, life was good, the trio of battleships and escorting frigates were making their way proudly back to the island, but were headed to the eastern side where the enemy docks were being rebuilt and secured. Booby traps had claimed the lives of several men, but they were being extra cautious now.

General Lexington turned to face the western docks, the once proud figure of the Thera was still billowing some smoke from some of the more minor damage it had taken. A veritable army of engineers and technicians worked over the hole in the side patching it up, the damage to the forward sections of the top few decks had been cleared and repairs were underway.

Meanwhile, troopships disgorged wings of Air Force aircraft, and trucks carried them to the local airport, which engineers were already expanding for large scale air operations. The sight of fighters made Lexington look up into the air where a squadron, or what had left as a squadron, of A-9 Warlords returned to one of the two escort carriers.

Lexington looked back to the other troopships where artillery battalions were being unloaded for bombardment of the Hattian mainland. The artillery was being towed or carried on flatbed trucks to the eastern side, passing through the main entrance to the newly established TDF base. The base was a chaotic mess, multiple divisions worth of messengers and commanders ran to and fro while troops lounged around during their off duty hours, or went out on patrol missions. Several hundred Spec-ops personnel had assembled and were being assigned their patrol routes.

The first stage of the invasion was complete, Marx had been secured, and with Fulovit troops heading towards Haton, the Tundric forces were in the clear for the second part of the invasion, the landing of almost two full legions of troops onto the Hattian mainland. Despite the distance of the Eastern side of the island, a faint, almost unheard sound of roaring cannons drifted over Lexington. Admiral Garred and his battleships were in position, and had begun their bombardment of the Hattian coast. Aircraft from the landing ships, carriers, and the converted airport were lifting into the sky for bombing runs.

Argh, Invalid Session :twisted:

Petrov drove towards the airport on Marx Island. As he arrived at the gate, a sentry approached. Petrov flashed the ID and said in his best Canadian accent "Hows aboot the weather in this place, eh?" :D. The Sentry nodded and waved him through. Petrov drove the truck up behind a building near the Control Tower. He and another man hopped out. The walked nonchalantly up to the tower, and hid in the shadows. The other man begin attaching a block of C4 to the tower. A minute later, he nodded and they walked back to the truck. They got in and drove off. As they neared the northern gate they encountered another sentry. "I need to see your orders, eh." Petrov pulled the orders out of his pocket. "What are you doing here? You were supposed to take some men to the docks." Petrov looked around, and quickly pulled out his pistol and shot the sentry
in the neck. "Damn" He floored the pedal as bullets ripped up the ground around the truck. His men were firing out the back of it. The windshield shattered as a bullet his Petrov in the shoulder. "Damnit." He swerved around to avoid the fire. As they entered a village on the northern part of the island the truck stopped. "Argh, out of gas." He and his men hopped out. They looked around desperately as they heard the enemy approaching. Petrov pulled the detonator out of his pocket and pressed the button. He put it back in and pulled out his gun. He felt a tap on his back and turned around to face a civilian. "I am a member of the Resistance, I can help you." He motioned for the troops to follow. He led them inside and pulled a rug out and opened up a nearly invisible trapdoor. He told them to stay down there and be quiet. He replaced the rug and looked out the window...

Meanwhile in Haton

General Nikolai was supervising an artillery battery being set up. It had 15 155mm guns and there were others like it throughout the city. He picked up his radio. "All artillery, begin bombardment of Marx City."

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The Prime Minister arrived at the wall. (Haton is a walled city, though the wall isn't in the best shape.) He walked into a door. Hattian troops were inside, holding off Fulovit's forces. "Commander how are you holding up?" The Commander turned around. "All right, though we are running a little low on ammo." The PM smiled. "Don't worry, General Karkov from Severnaya should be here in about 30 or so minutes."

Viktor Troska, a leader of the Resistance, positioned his men in buildings along the road. He ran out and planted some Anti-Tank mines in the road and concealed them with bits of debris. He ran into a building with his men and waited...

...and a yellow rectangle with a line underneath it in the middle.

It's a top hat, get it? :D

As it is nearing the end of fall, Hattian meteorologists have predicted temperatures to drop near 0 degrees F and in some places even below that. Also, a cold front is approaching Hattia and is expected to drop a lot of snow.

North Germania has declared full military support of Hattia, and is currently mobilizing the 4th and 7th Armed Korps Divisions. Over 280,000 soldiers will participate in this operation. North Germania has also wired Hattia $1,000,000,000 in funding. Reichchancellor Wilhelm Einheit, III has agreed with strategists, that since Hattia assisted North Germania in Smolny, that North Germania should be kind enough to return the favor...

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OOC: Sorry, I have a crap connection.

Feldmarshal Rudolf Küll will be head of all Germanian operations.

North Germanian soldiers, before department for Hattia.

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***Transmission***

From: Field Commander Vexthal
To: Defense Forces
Location: Hatan
Subject: Troops

Today all active forces under my command have fallen back into Hatan. An air drop about 2.3 hours ago supplied us with land based anti-ship missiles, TOW launchers, and howitzer 100mm artillary. Furthermore, another 1124 troops were deployed, primarly field medics and surgeons, bringing Mikosolf Troops to 35,000 ocupying Hatan and the surronding area. Futhermore, five squadrons of longbow Apaches have been brought in to further deter the enemy as well as for raids along the now captured Marx Island.

We await you order Hattia.

***End Transmission***

A quick post before I have to leave.

Hattia thanks North Germanina from its support, and to Field Commander Vexthal, we will hold Haton.

Field Marshall Dzerzhinsk gazed at the Panjshir pass from the turret of his tank.
He thought of all the men that were there to defend it against a total horde of enemy troops.
But he was here now with 20,000 support infantry troops.
5,000 tanks of his own, and roughly 500 twed artillery pieces.

"The tide of the Panjshir assault is about to change boys" He said silently to every man guarding the pass.

The tanks would not go into battle, though, at least not until the Dragoons were sufficiently demobilized. But they would get there. With plenty of rock formations to put the artillery behind, they could bombar in peace. Until the tank offensive, his force of 5,000 would gurad the small nooks and crannies around the artillery to make sure no infantry force could sqeeze through and assault the artillery.

The Field Marshall pulled his troops into position but did not fire. He was told there was a soldier in the Dragoon camp, trying to talk for a momentary cease fire. he would wait, and be patient.

On a Highway approaching Haton, 1100 Hrs, 9/4/01

A Divisional commander walked up to Major General Mike Johnston.

"I'm sorry for being a good commander MacDonald, I just had to take your spot." Johnston said.

"Yes, Mike, It's okay. My 12th Air Cav is coming up and we have 11th Corps also going to help take Haton."

"Excellent! Corporal, tell Colonel Brusilov to begin the assault!"


The Twelfth Armored's hidden mobile 155mm Artillery and a special detachment of imported 180mm towed guns began shelling. The 180s are better accustomed to indirect fire but in order to take down the wall they were fired directly into predetermined entrance points.

Overhead, the sound of PAA-12 Strike aircraft rocked the infantry in their APCs and the tankers waiting for the order to assault. The eight aircraft wing broke up and flew over in pairs. Then, as the each came into dive-bombing positions of key defensive positions, they each dropped some canisters and a giant burst of napalm came up from the city. 12th Infantry's troops smiled as they watched from the forests outside the city. Sworn to silence, they could not sheer, but their freshly painted faces were grinning brightly. A Colonel Strapped a fur liner into his helmet before he replaced it. Using the latest artillery parrage to mask his voice, he told his regiment about the weather forecast from high command.

"Boys, Intgercepted Hattian news reports say that it's gonna get freakin' cold tonight. I'd be getting my stuff together If I were you. Get warm coats or procure them when we get inside Haton. I have a gut feeling that this is gonna be a long battle."


The artillery barrage roared and soon a large portion of the wall collapsed after a 180mm shell struck it. Two Harrington Light tanks licked up speed from a forest as their camouflage suddenly disappeared. Colonel Brusilov's Regiment rushed in behind the tanks. Behind Brusilov's Street fighters, there came plenty of Grant IFVs. They Immediately took to the side streets. The side MG turret on a Harrington rotated and let loose a stream of lead at a building. As the tank passed some of Brusilov's men rushed in. They immediately determined that it was a grocer. As they saw more troops rushing in, they called for a company to hold the grocer until supply units arrived. Co. F of the 241st Regiment answered the call. Brusilov ran out, his carbine dangling from a strap over his shoulder.

Nearly an hour later, Brusilov and a few of his men are pinned down in a blown out building. A downed Grant IFV is resting next to them. Brusilov hands his carbine to one of his wounded comrades. The wounded man takes the hint and swithches it to full auto. Providing cover fire from the men in the wrecked building, Brusilov rushes over towards the IFV. Brusilov dives under a piece of the IFV just as a string of machine gun bullets strikes the ground. He crawls up through the Vehicle and gets access to the 30mm chain gun. Firing it from inside the turret he shouts for the rest of his men to run. When the twelve men that were pinned down are away, an artillery shell, possibly friendly fire, trikes near the IFV. Brusilov's body is never found nor is he seen again.

Meanwhile, near the hole in the wall.
Two Harringtons emerge from a side street. A man jumps out of one and heads over towards a Camouflage netting position outide the wall.

"Commander! Commander! We have found something of interest. It could stop this battle early."

Johnston emerged from the position. He responds with "What, spirit!" His usual response when a powerful or strategic weapon is found.

"No, sir. We have found an artillery emplacement and request Special forces troops to take it. It is located near the wall and dould pose as a hazard to Schmidt's Eleventh Corps. It has an excellent vantage point."

"Take Brusilov's Charlie company. they're at the grocer still waiting for supply troops."

To Commander Vextal: We request that you move your troops and help defend Haton.

General Yeltsin of the Southern Corps arrived at Haton, "Circle around the city to the north, we will trap them in it."

Forces under his command

12,000 Regulars
15,000 Militiamen
3000 Hat Guards
375 T-72s
270 T-80s
150 T-90s
30 Chiorny Oriol MBTs
350 BMP-3s

Yeltsin's Advance was covered by H-5 Air Superiority Fighters. They can attack ground targets, just not as well as the Migs.

http://picserver.student.utwente.nl/getpicture.php?id=539771
http://picserver.student.utwente.nl/getpicture.php?id=539790

It is not very durable, but it is faster than most other planes.

At the Artillery Emplacement

General Nikolai saw them coming. He pulled out his HAR MKII (Hattian Assault Rifle), and shouted "Watch out, they are coming!" The 50 Hat Guard infantrymen took positions to fend off the oncoming attack. He grabbed his radio "This is General Nikolai, at Artillery postition 3, we are under attack. Requesting Air support..."

Over Haton

"Roger that, General. We are on our way. The Night Havocs, which were over Yeltsin's troops headed off towards Nikolai. They arrived a few minutes later. "This is Foxtrot 1, enemy sighted!" He dove in low and the advancing infantry scattered, though a few were perforated by his chaingun. He stopped and hovered. He let loose his missiles at groups of the troops...

Haton

Kirov's tanks headed towards the breach. "Everyone, button down, it's gonna get hot." As they turned, they sighted IFV's. The IFVs fired first, but their rounds bounced off of his tanks. He laughed maniacally. "FIRE!" The first IFV dissapeared in an explosion...

Marx City
Troska heard the rumble of a convoy. He motioned for his people to be quiet. A Canadian tank turned the corner. It drove straight over the mines and was destroyed, blocking the road. One of the resistance members fired an RPG into the rear vehicle. Preventing their escape, Troska took aim and loosed his AK-47 on a truck towing some artillery guns. One of his men was hit in the chest and fell. Troska put his hand to the man's pulse, Nothing. He turned back to the battle...

Somewhere in Hattia 0900 hrs 9/4/01

General York emerged from a Humvee in the middle of his column. They had driven under cover for two days straight and now it was time for him to spring Operation: Boa. Boa was a small component of Emerald Sky, but with the developments on Marx Island and retreating Hattian, ASW and AFRP troops that are leaving Marx Island. York's Third Army was now in striking position. He waslked over to a Blackhawk Helicopter. The chopper took off and he went with it to lead his men in battle. As the chopper rose above the trees, out of those trees came Tanks, IFVs and APCs. Infantry crawled onto the tanks and IFVs as well as those in the APCs. Choppers emerged also to help in the attack. Transports surged ahead.

"General York! We will pin them in a pocket of fire. Hopefully the Tundric forces will complete the annhialation. If we can stop them here we can take out a good portion of their regulars and force them to rethink this war." An aide told York the importnce of victory. Each soldier had been given a small speaker for recieving orders, status reports and speeches. York readied his microphone and began to address his troops.

"Ladies and Gentlemen of the Third Army. Those fruitcakes in a foxhole at the other end of the barrel, they're human. They aren't the unstoppable force they seem like. No, we aren't unstoppable. Remember that you are not immortal either. But we have the initiative and the element of surprise. They can't see you coming because all they see is the tundric troops coming at them. To the enemy, we are fighing on Gorren against rebels. They are the rebels. Slay the Infidel!" York's speech roused the men of the third army. As they plowed headfirst into a battle of annhialation.

Where are you attacking at?

Official Everonian Statement
After recieving requests for assistance from Hattia, Everonian Quick Reaction Forces are ready to be sent to assist Hattia. Conventional forces will follow soon. The QRF consists of members of the 13th Naval Infantry Division, 77th Airborne Division, and the 2nd Mechanized Infantry Division. Codename is Taskforce RedSky. Hattia has been an excellent comrade in recent operations in Smonly, we will not tolerate the invasion of this great nation.

Everonian QRF
45,000 Soldiers
45 MT-LB (22 are armed with ZU-23-2, others with 7.62mm PKT)
38 BRDM-2 recon (Armed with 14.5mm KVPT)
30 BMD-3
30 BTR-90
20 BMD-3M
18 2S3 152mm Self propelled howitzer
15 BRDM-2 tank destroyer (Armed with 4 AT-14 Kornet Missile tubes)
105 UAZ-469 4x4 trucks
350 Ural 375
10 SA-11 Gadfly SAM Systems
15 ZSU-23-4 Shilka AA Systems
8 Tungusta AA Systems
24 Mi-24D Hind
10 Mi-17
8 Mi-28A Havoc
8 Mi-2
5 Mi-26 Halo

They will arrive Via AN-12, AN-72, AN-124 and IL-78 transport aircraft. Mi-29 and Su-27's will escort the aircraft. All of these vehicles are para-drop capable. My 1st Fleet is currently moving from the Smonly Sea to international waters off Hattia.

HNS Report

Today, as fighting raged on the outskirts of Haton. Hattian forces continue to fight to hold of Fulovit's forces. Wait... This just in, The Nation of Everonia has pledged to help Hattia, and are sending forces. I know I speak for the nation when I thank them for their help.

Shows video clip of fighting

And now for weather. A cold front swept through Hattia. Dropping on average 3 feet of snow and in some places even more. Here are the forcasts

Haton
High: -3 F
Low: -14 F
Winds: 26 MPH
Heavy Snow expected for the next 3 days.

Severnaya
High: 1 F
Low: 9 F
Winds: 18 MPH
Heavy Snow expected for the next 4 days

Marx Island
High: -5 F
Low: -16 F
Winds: 27 MPH
Heavy Snow Expected for the next 3 days.

(I'll make another map when my comp stops being stupid :twisted:)

Where are you attacking at?
I'm going to try to pin your forces up against marx Island

Premeir Vladamir Petrenkov gazed at the video moniter at the mess that Panjshir had become. He turned to his speaker.

"Andrea"He said dully
"Yes sir" His secretary responded
"Get me a line with Field Marshall Dzerzhinsk, and Field Marshall Horris"
(BTW Field Marshall is a Five Star General)
"Yes Sir" she replied.

He turned back to the video moniter and turned it off.

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Colonel Smith turned to one of his wounded comrades and fed him a piece of an MRE.

After his division ran out of Ammunition, they were forced to run. After picking up Wepons they found on the ground, and retreating at the same time, they were eventually forced to surrender.

He looked up at one of the canadian guars that were watching over He and his POW group.

"I demand to speak with one of your Superiors."

The guard looked at him...

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Field Marshall Dzerzhinsk looked through his binoculars at the Fulovit Dragoons on the hillside. They did not know He was here yet, but they sure as Hell would as soon as that negotiator got back, if the barbarians had not killed him yet.

Suddenly his field comm rang

OOC: And someone please respond to my earlier post about The guy that goes to talk with the enemy

Last post tonight.

Sgt Maj. Putin, A Hat Guard Sniper, crept along through a destroyed neighborhood on the outskirts of Haton. He searched and found a suitable place. A hole, covered by a piece of metal with a hole to shoot out of. He slid into the hole and waited.

A few hours later

Putin heard the sound of a car in the distance. He pulled out his binoculars... A car, carrying an officer. A Major, by the look of it. Putin raised his rifle and took aim.

BANG!

The driver slumped over and the car veered off course, crashing into a building which partially collapsed on the car. Putin continued to look to see if the officer was killed. A few pieces of wood moved and the officer crawled out. He was seriously injured. Putin took aim again and fired...

OOC: Chochezkoo, I didn't see your post about the white flag until now, or else I would have done this sooner. Sorry about not posting yesterday, but I couldn't get on, and I tried posting earlier today, but internet wasn't working...anyways, seeing as Fulovit is pushing Hattian forces towards Marx, my main invasion force's job just changed from seizing the coast to being an anvil to the fulovit hammer...

One of the Dragoons' Spartan MBTs stopped in front of the Chochezken soldier waving a white flag. The hatch popped open and General Mctavish emerged. He had taken the valley, and he hated to have to stop his advance there, or perhaps even give it back up depending on what happened with negotiations. Yet roughly a hundred and fifty lost armored vehicles in the pass, and piles of dead, forced Mctavish to consider the lives of his men.

"I am General Mctavish of the Tundric Defense Forces, commanding officer, Third Arctic Dragoons. I'm willing to talk" General Mctavish replied, stepping out of the tank, walking towards the Chochezken soldier, and extending his hand in greetings.
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The men of roughly sixteen divisions of Tundric troops aboard landing ships, troopships, and converted civilian vessels all listened to the comm. system as they listened to the address by General Lexington. "Men of the Tundra, we go forth today in the name of our nation, of our god, and of freedom from the communist oppression. Here today, you shall become heroes, immortalized upon the battlefields of Hattia as you liberate these lands from the clutches of communism. Our fleet and our air force will watch over you on this great endeavour, and the lord God shall give us the strength to break through the enemy and seize the coast. In fact, the Earth itself has joined our cause, already temperatures drop to freezing, and snow will soon be falling. When it does, we shall unleash a blizzard upon the enemy unlike any before, and they shall know what it means to fight against the armies of the Arctic!" General Lexington yelled and the troops roared. A veritable fleet of fighters and hundreds of attack choppers flew towards the Hattian coast, while a quartet of battleships and an army of artillery rained shells and missiles onto the enemy positions. The landing ships and their escorts surged forward.

Whoa whoa whoa...my bad...my bad...thats supposed to be from me, Veredia is another nation i have...

Haton, 1800 Hrs 9/4/01

"Commander! We have lost Major Gardiner! Sniper!" An Aide called after Johnston while he sat down to an MRE.

"Bah! I want the best sniper in Fulovit. D'ya know who can take him out. I once went hunting with a man named Justin Walker. He's a private in the Eleventh Air Cav. Bring him up. Tell commander what's his face of the eleventh AC that I need him. Damn good sniper too. nailed a squirrel in the head at 800 yards. Bad scope too. Also, I want you to give him that Austrian Sniper rifle. the 16mm one." Johnston said with a large cracker in his mouth.


Meanwhile, a Todd Johnson in Formerly Brusilov's Delta Company readied his rifle. He was sitting in a pile of scrap metal near a hotel. soon he moved with his scoped rifle into the building. As he traversed the building's stairs and hallways, he came to the roof. Taking a position behind a large neon light, he began scanning the ground for Hattians. Soon, he heard the sound of a lone PAA-12 soaring overhead. The plane banked in between the skyscrapers that made up downtown. Then it came in low over the main industrial district. Nearing the power plant it came in at a low dive-bombing angle. He ain't gonna make it, especially if its HE Todd thought. A bomb dropped from the center hard piont.

It fell towards the power plant. Then, suddenly, instead of an explosion, it scattered a gray clout all over and the neon sign Todd was hiding behind turned off. No longer could he see the glowing letters of HILTON in front of him. It was a graphite bomb. Below him, todd saw a truck. Gazing into his scope he quickly came to the conclusion that it was Hattian by the troops in the back. Todd's gray cloak hid him from urban elements, but he was going to snipe with a new weapon. The Sniper rifle grenade.

Todd opened the chamber and replaced the round with a blunted one. He then took off the silencer and affixed a special grenade launching mechanism. Then, a rocket-like grenade was slipped into it. On the side, it had HEAT written in yellow. As the truck turned the bend and came into view, he took aim with the scope... squeezed the trigger... and it fired. A quiet burst went off and was followed by a loud explosion and a large fireball. Todd removed the grenade launcher and fixed the silencer again. Then he lowered the Semi-auto rifle and took two of the survivors in the heads. After this todd pulled out a silver cross attached to his dog tags and said a prayer for forgiveness. Then he went back to searching for that last Oreo.


Meanwhile, Near Marx City.

"General York, we have met up with Tundric forces at one point and are preparing to envelop the Allied forces near Marx City. Soon Operation Boa will be in full operaton and we will be able to annhialate their army." An Aide said.

"Do you know what it said on my diploma when a graduated from Huerstown Military Academt, Corporal?" York asked.

"No, sir."

"It quoted the great general Ian Margo, commander of the Cemocratic Forces during the revolution. He said once, when he went into a battle he wasn't sure about, 'You can't be sure of something you aren't sure of, you can only be sure of the laws of nature. The wind will always blow, and the seas will roll, but if they stop, anything will happen. Bullets and kill anyone, and will if the human at the sending end wishes it. You can only be sure of what you believe in. I, believe in victory.'"

"Margo went on to defeat the Crown's forces at the battle of Spring Creek. His army later sacked Huerstown and formed Fulovit." A man answered as he walked into the tent.

"My god! Ethan Margo himself!"

"Yes, I am here to make sure that this pocket is filled in with ours and tundric troops. These Tundric men, good men they are. With our regulars and their winter warriors we can plow through this pocket. So long as it doesn't get supplies. Do you know what else my great grandfather said before the battle of Spring Creek? He said 'Armies are giant consumers. They need the fruits of their supporters to keep them going.'"


On the front lines, a man named Frederick Harding sat with his white blanket laying over him. His .50 Caliber Machine gun sat under him. Below the small ridge he could hear Hattian troops approaching. Two riflemen in a foxhole near him were readying grenades. Harding pulled out his dogtags and a small gold cross on the chain was kissed by him. He prayed for forgiveness and support, and that he could do his duty to his country. He wanted to be saved from the Hattians.

As Hattians emerged from the cover of the ridge, Harding looked down the sights of his machine gun. He depressed the firing pin on the rear of the gun. A series of shots rang out and the snow and frost on the gun melted and sizzled. Several Hattians fell instantly, while the rest ducked. The two riflemen lobbed their grenades. Soon two bursts exploded and three Hattians ran back towards their positions, but harding was relentless. He gunned one down with a string of five, and got the other one with just two.

*High above Hattia, Everonian Air Armada*

General of the Army Antony Morkraspov sits in the jumper seet on an An-124, he reaches for the intercom.

"Now here this, radio silence is broken, it is now time for the jump. All units wait for the green light, we will be landing in and around friendly territory, the Hattians know we are coming and will show you where to set up. Listen to your commanders and cover your comrades. God speed, Morkraspov over and out."

Shortly there after, the whoel entire force of 45,000 men and over 600 vehicles parachuted out of the airplanes.

The largest airborne operation in Everonian history was under way.


PS: Hattia, if you need any new armarments, my store has got them. Check it out, 20% off everything during this time of peril. http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?p=2246518

Massoud was relieved at the officer's apparent Kindness and he took the man's hand.

"Hello, I am Lt. Ahmad Massoud, and I have been sent on behalf of My superior, Brigadier General Stanton, to try to work out some type of compromise."

Massoud was pleased with himself, at his rehearsed statement, and he took out the gift prepared for the officer.

"In Chochezkoo, It is not uncommon for two waring parties to show a degree of kindness to each other, and with that siad, I present you with this"

Massoud's hand drifted inside his Combat utility Vest to retrieve a bottle of the finest 8 year old Scotch.

"For you, and whoever is priviledged enough to share it with you" He said , trying to sound Un-nervous

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"Alright, Okay I see" Dzerzhinsk hung up his field STU (Secure Telephone Unit) And turned to his aide, who was also his tank driver.

"Field Marshall Horris has come to the rescue" he told the young man behind the controls of his tank.

"If we can pull this off, those bloody Dragoons will be totally obliterated"

OOC: Its alright, I just thought you forgot

Feild Marshal Maxamillion;I'am deploying Army group B and the 7th tank division to aid fulovit.

Senater bob; Like hell you are (slaming his fist on the table.) those are our troops your sending into that hell hole. What will the people think?

Feild Marshal Maxamillion; I don't care what the damn populous thinks.
Besides the task force has already departed for the sector near the Hatin (Cap). Remember I'm the Field Marshal here now get out of my site!

Army Group B
2,000,000 Troops armed with various German/Austrian weapons. (mostly H&K G3s)

7th Panzer Regiment
1,000 Leopard mk3s
1,000 M1A2s
500 300mm Sp guns
500 Apcs.

OOC: Everonia, where are you men? Near which city?

OOC: Everonia, where are you men? Near which city?They are mostly in friendly territory outside Haton assisting Hattian forces. Can someone make a map of Hattia showing location of opfor? I am already getting confused as it is. :?

Due to Maxamillion's entry into the war, Everonian forces will need to step up its forces involved. The 1st Naval fleet is sailing towards Hattia as I speak, Its assault and cargo ships carry:

Army
330,000 troops (Weapon layout explained below)
230 T-90S
225 T-80U
180 T-72EV (Everonian Standard: 120 pieces of Kontact 5 ERA, Upgraded Fire control, IR, and all new autoloader firing 18 Shells per minute)
125 BMP-3
75 T-64B
50 BTR-90
32 IS29 Self Propelled Howitzer
22 More BRDM-2 Tank Killers (AT5/AT14 missiles)
20 BM-21 MLRS
20 Mi-24N Havoc
8 Ka-52 Holkum

Navy
First Fleet Contains:
4 Kuznetsov class Carriers, Flagship ESS Oktober (Each ship carries 23 SU-27, 13 Mig-29, 8 KA-27)
2 Ushakov class Battlecruisers
5 Slava Class Missilecruisers
9 Sovremeny class Destroyers
4 Grisha class Frigates
13 Ivan Ruvgov Assault ships (Carry a Battalion of troops each)
18 Ropucha class Landing ships
23 Zubr class landing ships
30 Various Cargo ships
5 Alpha class Submarines (Silent nuclear sub, deep running, can outrun MK46 torpedoes)


Everonian standard Infantry squad:
9 men;
-NCO carries AKS-74 assault rifle, 6-10 30 round magazines, 4 handgrenades, binoculars
-Three soldiers armed with AK-74M or AK-74M w/GP-30 Grenade launcher
-Two Machinegunners, PKM or RPK-74 machine guns
-One radioman, AKS-74
-Two AT Soldiers, carrying RPG-29 or RPG-7 launcher, AK-74M

OOC: anyone mind if I make a more detailed map of Hattia? (I make maps for conflicts ;) )

echo...

In order to support Hattia and Everonia, North Germanian forces entered Haton today. The forces are as follows:

Ground:
-235,000 Bundeswehr Soldiers
-45,000 Schultzpolizei Soldiers
-12,000 ESPK Forces
-95 Bundeswehr Snipers
-1,000 Leopard 2A5 MBT's
-800 Leopard 2A6 EX MBT's
-500 Leopard 3 Heavy Tanks
-1,200 Marder Infantry Fighting Vehicles
-250 Jaguar 2 Tank Destroyers
-150 Bradley Fighting Vehicles
-100 M777 Towed Howitzers
-50 M270 MLRS
-80 PzH2000 155mm Mobile Artillery Guns
-45 M200 200mm Mobile Artillery Guns
-300 Assorted Vehicles

Air:
-70 F-22 Fighters
-60 MiL-1 Fighters
-100 MI-28 Havoc Attack Helicopters
-65 B-52 Stratofortress Bombers
-25 B-2 Stealth Bombers
-50 MiG-33 Fighter Jets
-25 F-4 Wiesel Fighter/Bombers
-30 F-15E Fighter/Bombers

Sea:
-10 Brandenburg Class Frigates
-4 Glücker Class Hospital Ships
-4 Los Angeles Class Attack Subs
-15 Seawolf Class Attack Subs
-8 Iowa Class Battleships
-6 Clauswitz Class Frigates
-8 Type 23 Frigates
-10 Type 42 Destroyers

Forces will be directed to areas most needing support. Medical teams have been deployed to assist the citizens and soldiers of Hattia and its allies.

- The Holy Empire of North Germania -

Field Marshal Maxamillion;I Deploy the 3rd Naval Task force to bolster my forces.
3rd Task force
10 Iowa class battle ships
5 Ohio class nuclear subs
20Oliver Hazard Perry class Frigates
6 Nimitz class air craft carriers
2 Los Angeles class Nuclear subs

OOC: Did I ever mention you have alot of weapons for someone with less than 200 million people maxamillion?

OOC: Are we Gonna RP or shout about how many troops we have?

Cant a guy just deploy the troops. Besides whats wrong with alot of weapons?

Cant a guy just deploy the troops. Besides whats wrong with alot of weapons?

OOC: I'm with Chochezkoo, let's get back to the RPing shall we?

IC:

General Mctavish examined the bottle of whiskey he now held, he popped open the lid, took in the smell, then took a swig. He swished the alcohol around his mouth, then swallowed. "Now that...is some fine whiskey" he smiled as he put his hand on the Chochezken soldier's shoulder.

"Maybe peace talks won't be all that difficult after all. Sadly, I have nothing to return your favour with, as my own..." Mctavish paused for a second as he searched for a word, "supply, is still way back in our rear. Be assured, I'll make sure you get something equally as good if not better in exchange for this" Mctavish said as he walked back to his forces and ensured that all had stood down.

A small cluster of trucks came up from the rear and then came to a stop as they started setting up a rudimentary command complex and netogiating room.
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Corporal Jackman of the Tundric Spec Ops spotted the five man group of patrolling Hattian soldiers. These soldiers were a patrol sent out from one of the Hattian units that had encircled two divisions of landing Tundric troops. The landing ships had been driven off, and the Hattian forces were determined to not let any ships come close to their prize. Unfortunately for them however, the other fourteen divisions had landed and moved into Hattian mainland, where Fulovit troops were driving back Hattian forces towards the Tundric positions. If the anvil was going to be complete, they needed the two trapped divisions.

And to aid in the Tundric cause, snow had covered the land. Corporal Jackman looked down at his arctic camo uniform. It felt good to be wearing it again. He forced himself out of his thoughts and back to the task at hand, and looked through the scope of his arctic .50 sniper. He centered onto the head of the rear soldier, "Take this you commie son of a..." his comment was interuppted by the light, subdued sound of his rifle firing. The bullet hit its mark perfectly, quiet killing the rear soldier without his friends noticing. Jackman, with near inhuman skill and well practised precision cocked his gun, aimed, and fired at the second last soldier as he was turning around to where he would have seen the rear soldier's body. Again, Jackman cocked and fired, the center soldier fell to the ground lifeless, but by this time the front two soldiers had noticed. The second one was dropping to his knee when Jackman's rifle cocked and rang out once again. The other simply turned, and with his rifle held tight at his hip, let out a stream of fire on full auto, meant only to scare the sniper into hiding. Jackman had seen it before, and he didn't even take notice, instead he rang out a fifth shot, and the leader soldier fell to the ground dead.

Jackman got to his feet, and did a 'follow me' motion with his hand. Six soldiers, like ghosts appearing out of thin air, rose from the ground and followed Jackman towards the center of the tiny village where a small cluster of buildings resided. Two men were carrying a Devastator and ammo, another man, two men were armed with A-8s with special optical sights and A203 grenade launchers. A third man was also armed with an A-8, but he also carried medic equipment and had no A203. Then a final soldier carried a A-6 machine gun. The two man devastator crew, and Jackman, all carried Saint sub machine guns in addition to their normal weapons.

Then the squad heard the sound of their true prey, a Hattian main battle tank, coming from the center of the village. Just as quickly as the squad had appeared, they disappeared as they fell to the ground and readied themselves to take out the tank and its escorts.

double post...my bad

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I think this is right. Also, Everonia, you can make a map if you want, I am not very good at this kind of thing (Obviously :D )

And there is only the Hattian Resistance in Marx City, my people pulled out. Also, my troops aren't much bothered by the cold either. It normally gets really cold here. We just can't stand heat.


Putin walked into the Hattian Central Command Base. Maj. Shurygin (Brother of the one that was in Marx City) walked up to him. "Good shot, though we've got some bad news. Fulovit is bringing in one of their best snipers. Here is what we've got on him, it's not much but we are working on it. His name is Justin Walker, supposidly he can hit a squirrel's head at 800 yards. If this is true, you are in for a hard ride...

The Prime Minister, who had headed back to the City center to give a speech, a few minutes later he stood before half a million assembled Hattian troops. They crowded all of the buildings and the streets. "Today, Tundric forces are coming to the mainland, to supposedly "free" us from Communism." A roar of laughter came up from the crowd, Communism in Hattia was much different from "Communism" in the USSR. "But, they will all fall against the might of the noble proletariat. They may be assured of paridise after they die, but we have as close to paridise as you can get on Earth, and they wish to take it from you and institute a regime of Capitalist oppression. Think of it, you and your families will work, so others can live a life of luxury, and those of you who remember the Revolution and what life was like before it. I am sure you don't want to go back to it. When you are out there, fighting to defend the motherland, remember you are doing it for your families, your comrades, and your future! Now, head to your staging posts, we are going to break out!"

The Hattian T-90 MBT was on it's way to Haton. It was currently passing through a small village. The commander was looking around the village as they passed through it. He looked to his right, just in time to see an AT round fly out of an alley. He shouted and unleashed his 50 cal machine gun in its direction but was killed by the blast. The Gunner took over his role. "How bad is it." The loader responded. "Pretty bad, we are going to be out of action for a while. Our main gun is down and so is the coaxial machine gun." The new commander got on the radio. "Red Alert, enemy spec ops in the area, be advised..."

Ahhh Invalid session

Putin headed out of the library. He had been researching all he could about this Fulovit Sniper he heard about. He picked up his radio "This is Alpha Longshot requesting pickup, over." the radio crackled a reply, "Roger that, this is Foxtrot 3 on our way." A few minutes later the Mi-17 landed. Putin got in the back of it. "Pilot, drop me off in front of the attack." The pilot turned around. "Are you sure, I hear there is a sniper from Fulovit around there." Putin grimaced. "I know"

Operation Red Breakout was in motion. Thousands upon thousands of Hattian soldiers, militiamen from the countryside, etc, counterattacked against Fulovit positions in the Haton. Supported by the Chiorny Oriol MBTs and airstrikes from Mi-28 Night Havocs, they began to push the enemy back...

***Transmission***

From: Field Commander Vexthal
To: Defense Forces
Location: Hatan
Subject: Troops

Due to successes in our other campaigns we have decided to devote 8th and 9th divisions (roughly 200,000 troops/armor/air/naval) to throw the dogs to the see. However, I ask where would deployment best be served. A sea landing or border crossing is a must as this is far to large for an air drop. So we ask for deployment options A) South of Hatan in Hattian controlled planes B) From the western border and march to Hato C) Come from north to reinforce Lenigrad and to attack Fulvit flanks D) (most risky maneuver) A massive Land, Sea, and Air assault on the sea-bound side of Marx Island.

Please Respond.

***End Transmission***

(ooc: I salvaged those Iowas, none to hard, they were parked right near the shore of the mainland.)

To: Field Commander Vexthal
From: People's General Nikolai

I would like that you choose option C, we are currently counterattacking and if it suceeds, we will link up and starve the Canadians out of Marx Island.

The sheer force of the Communist Hattian forces was breaking Fulovit's positions in Haton. PG Nikolai in his command post. "Commanders, we will continue the advance as far as we can, the Red Army of peasants and workers will drive the facist invaders from our soil." One of the commanders replies, "What about the Tundric forces?" Nikolai looked at his map. "The main threat to us is Fulovit, we have AFRP forces coming to our assistance, once the mainland is secure, we will starve them out, and the weather is also defending the homeland, if this snow keeps up, they might just freeze to death"

The Mi-17 hovered above a building in front of the Hattian advance. The pilot shouted, "Good luck comrade!" as Putin slid down the rappel wire. He dropped down and remove his rifle from the sling. He moved down and out of the building into the city...

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Sgt. Vladimir Putin
Callsign: Alpha Longshot 1
Age: 37
Education: No formal education.
Experience: Originally fought in Hattian Civil war, was recruited to join the Sniper battalions.
Fought in: Hattian Civil War, New Arab Nations, Higeran Civil War, Smolnyian war.
Decorations: Hero of the PD of Hattia 2 times. Order of Marx once.
Kills: 298
Most Recent: Fulovit Major Gardiner

***Transmission***

From: High Judicature Mikial Zakrufs
To: Field Commander Vexthal, People's General Nikolai
Location: Mikosolf City
Subject: Troops

I have recieved your message and agree. The troops are allready on the move and are expected to make landfall by this night. Command of the 7th and 8th will go to Field Commander Norak who will lead them to not only reinforce Leningrad but to crush the Fulovit opposition.

Signed
-High Judicature Zakrufs
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Name: Mikial Zakrufs
Rank: Commander of Mikosolf Expiditionary Millitary Forces
Experiance: 37 years of service, last 10 as High Judicature
Decorations: Brotherhood of the Crimson Skulls, ten "Dozen Down" stars, ruby blood twice, Exaltation From Chairman.


***End Transmission***

Gentlemen, Hattia:
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As presented by Everonia a.k.a "The Cartographer* 8)

Now to the business of war.

The Everonian fleet is in southern Hattian waters, unloading troops so assist hattia.

On the Front:
Direct contact with the enemy is limited, but artillery continues to support the operation. Spets Naz forces are beginning a sabotage operation on Fulovit supply lines codenamed "Operation: Backlash"

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***Transmission***

From: High Judicature Mikial Zakrufs
To: Field Commander Vexthal, People's General Nikolai
Location: Mikosolf City
Subject: Troops

This should be my last communica directly, after this Field Commander Vexthal and Norak will once again take over. The 7th and 8th have made landfall temporary base camp 10 miles north-east from Highway 1 and at the moment the APC are being loaded for imidient departure. Exact troop numbers at this time are classified to all non-AFRP personal though a 225,000 combat-able troops and support is all we can say.

Signed,
-High Judicature Zakrufs
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(ooc) Gotta love that pic
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Field Commander Norak prepared for disembarkment with a few last minute details.

"Ok, upon reaching the intercetion of HW 3 to Leningrad I want 5,6,7 company (35,000) to fortify it. The rest shall continue down and fortify 3 miles away from Fulovit rear lines to prepare for a cooardinated assault with both Hattain, Vexthal, and Everonia forces. Hammer and anvil, ok, lets move out!"

Thanks for the map Everonia :D

Commander Kirov laughed maniacally as his tank rolled over the corpse of an IFV that had gotten in his way. He opened up the hatch and took hold of the .50 caliber machine gun on top. He began to fire at the retreating Fulovit troops. "FEEL MY WRATH, CAPITALIST BASTARDS!" One of the enemies turned around and fired off a burst at Kirov, one bullet hit him in the shoulder. Kirov went back down inside the tank, holding his wound. He looked at it, "Doesn't look too bad."

Putin stalked through a ruined neighborhood in Northern Haton. He could hear heavy combat nearby. He ran into the gutted remains of what was once a house. He rested his rifle on a table and looked out the window. 6 Fulovit anti-tank troops were running towards the battle. Putin took aim at one of their rocket launchers. "Steady, Steady..." He fired. The bullet impacted with the launcher and exploded, killing all of the men. Putin picked up his rifle and ran into the alleys...

PG Nikolai motioned for his aide. "Notify AFW that we are sending some Paratroopers to guide them through the terrain, help them set up ambushes, etc." The aide saluted and walked out.

2nd Lt. Volobtsev, with his 30 Hat Guard Paratroopers were in the back of a cargo plane preparing for a HALO jump, it had taken some damage from Fulovit anti aircraft fire, but not much. Volobtsev looked at the light, "Everyone, get ready!" his men stood up and turned towards the back. The light turned green and the back opened up. "Go, Go, Go!" The men jumped out...

The command center of the newly christened TEF (Tundric Expeditionary Forces) was in a state of chaotic armageddon. Two divisions were trapped and being pounded into dust. The other 14 landing divisions had pretty much stopped their advance in the face of, what could only be described as all of Hattia's populace up in arms, literally, against the Tundric forces.

"General, if this keeps up, we'll have no momentum at all, then you know full well what will happen if that..." Colonel Redman said as he walked up to General Lexington with the latest report.

"Yes I know, I know! Dammnit! The president won't commit any more troops to us until we get a report on the Chochezken peace talks. For now, order our divisions to dig in and not move out unless they see a full scale oncoming assault, as in a large enough assault that could potentially push the divisions back into the sea. Have the air forces, and all artillery units keep up a steady bombardment of enemy positions. As for the two trapped divisions, have the navy bombard, and use their fighters to break the siege long enough for the marines to be redeployed to assist them. And god dammnit, get me a line to General Mctavish so I can find out what in God's name is going on in Chochezkoo!" Lexington Roared as he leaned against a table and let his head fall forward. I need some sleep... he thought tiredly.

It was late at night, Captain Haddok and his men were creeping along Highway 4. A major Fulovit convoy was rushing towards Haton city to stop the Hatton advance, it was his job to stop them.

"Steady with your triggers men, nobody fires until I give the order."

20 satchel explosives were on that road, 10 would go off in the front of the convoy, 10 in the back, effectivly trapping the survivors in the middle.

A tank in the lead ran over the front satchel

"Now! touch off!"

8 tanks in the front vaporize in the blast of fire, the ammo and fuel trucks in the back of the convoy explode is a huge fireball.

"Alright men, weapons free!"

5 men with AT14's launched their missiles at the apcs and trucks caught in the middle of the death trap, the missiles find their mark and envelope them in fire. A surviving tank lowers its cannon and aims at Haddok's men, it doesn't have time to fire before a Refleks missile blows its turret into the air, fired from a well hidden T-90. 5 T-90s charge out from their hiding spots and clean up the remains of the convoy. The group quickly retreats before Fulovit aircraft show up.

Along Kozlev lake, 1st armored, 5th armored, and 7th Mehcanized get ready for the assault into Haton City. Colonel Haztov mans his new OPLOT SEP.

"Damn, this thing doesn't have a heater?" He asks his gunner.

" 'fraid not sir, but you have a satcom call."

"Very good, give me the phone."

"Irene comrade, Irene." Said the voice, Haztov knew what he ment.

"Fucking Irene! Everyone listen up, time to move out and take out those canadian bastards!!" as Haztov yells into his radio, the armor begins to move. OPTLOT's, T-90's, T-80's, T-72EV's, BMP-3's, 2S19's, ZSU-23-4's, every type of armor moves out, covered by gunships and aircraft they make headway at over 50kph towards the northen line.

High above Hattia, the 77th airborne division begins to jump from their An-124's and IL-78's. Over 3,000 soldiers paradrop with 100 pieces of armor to secure routes along the Scazly river. Their main objective is to capture and secure the Gorky Bridge. If all goes well, they will be in control of the bridge system and the 2nd Mechanized will have free flow into hostile territory.

Norak

Damn good to see those Fulovit falling over themselves agaist the Hattian offensive, wonder where Vexthal and his 35 thou are. Must he holding Haton

The 7th and 8th had deployed themselves along any major or minor roadway with nests (two anti-tank, one stinger, and three .50 cal) in any cover available to hit the flanks of Fulovit's impending retreat.

The 2nd and 3d Mechinized Divisions (mostly Abrams, a few artillary and anti-infantry) pulled around to the west to strike the side once Fulovits crossed the Birov river, to futher hasten their retreat.

I think the hammer just met the wrong anvil he thought chuckling.
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Vexthal

The fortification of Haton is almost complete, even with only 35,000 trained men and the rest being civilan millita. I think the only thing that could land on these shores or come from the road would have to be a full fledged fleet or a good two to three divisions.

Leaning back in his chair he pulls out a large cigar, smelling deep of peppermint. He slowly smokes it thinking lazily, as he often does during long lulls, Wonder if Norak is killing those sons of whores yet.

The Prime Minister looked at some maps of the battlefields in the Command Base. He peered at the Tundric Divisions surrounded by his forces...

Transmission...

To: General Lexington of Canadian Tundra
From: Prime Minister Alexandrov of Hattia

Greetings General, you and your men have fought bravely in your unjust attempt at conquering our nation. I am sure no one wishes to see further bloodshed and your ally Fulovit has been routed, Hattia offer you surrender, if you accept our offer you and your men will be treated according to the Geneva Convention and will be returned to your homeland safely pending the end of this conflict. I look forward to your reply.

End Transmission



General Nikolai was in his forward base. He picked up his radio "Prepare to begin the assault on the Tundrics, we just need to see if they surrender..."

General Kirov, who had been put in command of the assault radioed the unti commanders "Ready the troops" Kirov looked out onto the staging area, it literally appeared as if the ground was moving. A million Hattian troops (Mostly militia, some regulars, and some Hat Guards) were on the march. Jets streaked over, heading out to soften up the Tundrics...

On Highway 17, heading for Gorky Bridge
Captain Haddok and his men go a lift from a friendly BTR-90 crew to bring them up to the bridge where fighting had been going on into the early morning.

Driver- "This is where we let you off sir, we gotta go join the armored forces around Kozlev lake."

Haddok- "Very well, everyone dismount and line up on me, we gotta get his bridge before the mehcanized get here!"

The soldiers disembarked and headed out, they were met by a few VDV troopers in the woods and joined up with them."

VDV Trooper- "We were all spread out when we parachuted in, we have yet to get an organized attack on the bridge."

Haddok- "Well get on the radio and tell everone to meet up at map coordinate Hotel Echo 66, we will attack from there."

2 hours later, the sun was coming up as 2,000 VDV, SpetsNaz, and Hattian militia begin the charge. The brigade guarding the bridge was quickly overwhelmed as the men charge, Havoc attack choppers show up and quickly destroy the Fulovit armour. With havocs blocking the retreat, and thousands of armed men assaulting them, they surrendered after a bitter battle.

Casualties:
Everonia (Hattian militia included)
203 wounded
160 dead

Fulovit
970 POW

http://www.missing-lynx.com/library/modern/russia/inaction/grozny-51.jpg
2nd Mechanized arrives and begins to cross the bridge.

"I think it's high time we had a cease fire sir"
Massoud pleaded quitely
"If not to give the troops a rest, at least enough time to evacuate the wounded, and get fresh medical supplies into the Panjshir." He finished.

He was in the canadian command post, and so far, not that much progress Had been made.

They had discussed cease fires of all degrees, and lengths, but nothing had been succesful. Suddenly, the field STU he had been given suddenly blared its CODE RED siren. He answered it quickly and began to listen to What his CO had to say.

His eyes went wide when he heard what was happening outside of the Panjshir area, then even Wider as he learned what was going to happen INSIDE the Panjshir.

Within the two minutes of the call, hid entire body had begun to sweat.
He hung up and stared into Mctavish's eyes.

"So, what have y- y- you dec-cided about the cease fire" He asked, trying to sound sure of himself, but failing.

Field Marshall Dzerzhinsk was coming with a full assault force.
Field Marshall Horris was coming with a full assault force.
5th General Beniti was holding out in the Panjshir cliffs.

This Battle will be one for the History Books, Massoud thought.

OOC: By coming with a full assalt force, I take it you mean coming into the valley, and slaughtering my guys right?

IC:

"Holy shit! SIR!" one of General Mctavish's aides ran up to him and quickly told him what was happening, the Dragoons were being annihalated.

Mctaivh quickly flicked on his radio he had near him and a veritable tidal wave of battle reports flooded in. Screams, gunfire, dieing, and other sounds battle nearly drowned out one of the infantry captains that Mctavish had decided to focus on.

"Sir! Chochezken troops are pouring in from everywhere, we're being overwhelmed, second regiment is gone already, our positions are being overrun. We can't hold for much-" the voice was cut off a split second after what sounded like an incoming RPG could be heard.

The bastards, they had been using the cease fire as a cover to get the Dragoons distracted, to stop them from being prepared, hell, half the unit was still asleep. Mctavish looked up at the Chochezken officer he had been dealing with, the officer had seemed so sincere before, he had even given Mctavish a bottle of old whiskey.

"You know what I think about the peace talks?" Mctavish nearly screamed as he looked down and saw the half filled bottle of whiskey, he grabbed it, and smashed the enemy officer over the head with it.

An instant later, bullets went ripping through the command tent. Mctavish hit the ground just in time to avoid being gunned down, many others weren't so lucky. Mctavish grabbed a rifle off a dead soldier and rushed outside.

It was the appocalypse, burning ruin lay around him. Several hundred soldiers and some vehicles had gathered around the command post and were fighting valiantly, but were being overwhelmed by surprise and sheer number. Mctavish raised his rifle and fire off several rounds. He looked over to where his armour company had parked their vehicles, the 4 Phalanxes and 8 Spartans were billowing thick black oily smoke into the air. He looked over to the rudimentary landing site they had setup, being a valley, it curved alongside the valley wall for several hundred meters. The A-51s and A-52s were lifting into the air, but just as quickly as they had gone up, a storm of RPGs brought them back down.

Mctavish spotted an unmanned fifty cal, then ran up to it. He grabbed the weapon's grips, and squeezed down on the trigger for the last few seconds of his life.
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General Lexington stared at the monitor of his computer, or more specifically, at the message he had received from the Hattian Prime Minister. A message, that said Hattia would be willing to accept a Tundric surrender. Like hell I'll surrender... he thought to himself.

One of Lexington's aides, a young man who had been injured during the fighting for Marx, limped over on his crutches to the general. "Sir! We just got word on the Dragoons!" he yelled.

Finally, some good news... General Lexington thought to himself as he looked over at the aide, "So, the peace talks were successful?" he asked.

It was then that General Lexington noticed the expression of horror on the aide's face, "No, sir. They have... they are, being annihalated as we speak. One of Mctavish's aides just reported in, the general is dead, along with most of the divisions, there are a few small pockets of men left, but he thinks that they're going to be dead in a few minutes. Apparently, the assault came while they were in the middle of the negotiations" the aide reported.

All feelings left Lexington at once, and he felt empty and at a loss for actions, much less words, for the few seconds before anger built up inside of him. "Thank you, send a message to the Hattian forces, requesting a temporary cease fire. I have to send a message to the president."

OOC: that was intense

I did not intend for your whole force to be destroyed, but I guess thats fine.

The Prime Minister read the message, "Bloody Tundrics, they invaded our homeland! They shall get no mercy, until they are dead or surrender!" He sent his thoughts to Gen. Lexington.

General Kirov was notified of this. "We will break them now!" He shouted "For Communism, For the Motherland, CHARGE!"

The tanks lead the charge, following behind them, innumerable red banners, and men followed.

***Transmission***

From: Field Commander Vexthal of Joint Mikosolf Forces
To: Hattian Defence Force
Subject: Terms and Conditions

Seeing as how the enemy forces have been driven from the mainland and my legions alone numbe over 200,000 I feel secure enough to discuss terms of surrender of the Tundric and others. I feel that an uncoditional surender as well as compensatoins made to Hattian allies, to exceed no more than 15 billion total (per attacker).

Furthermore, we are also prepping for a sea invasion of the last remaining strong hold of Marx Island.

The next contact I hope to send is that of congradulations of the defeat of the last remnents of the invaders.

***End Transmission***

***Transmission***

From: Field Commander Vexthal of Joint Mikosolf Forces
To: Hattian Defence Force
Subject: Terms and Conditions

Seeing as how the enemy forces have almost been driven from the mainland and my legions alone numbe over 200,000 I feel secure enough to discuss terms of surrender of the Tundric and others. I feel that an uncoditional surender as well as compensatoins made to Hattian allies, to exceed no more than 15 billion total (per attacker).

Furthermore, we are also prepping for a sea invasion of the last remaining strong hold of Marx Island.

The next contact I hope to send is that of congradulations of the defeat of the last remnents of the invaders.

***End Transmission***

Transmission...

To: Field Commander Vexthal
From: People's General Nikolai

We can discuss compensations later, Our offer for surrender still stands even though they didn't accept it. Also we will assist in your invasion of Marx Island once we get them off the mainland...

End Transmission

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Everonian Government Statement
Leaders announced today that all land forces involved in the Hattian conflict would be leaving the theater of war and head back home. 3 carriers, 8 cruisers and 4 Alpha class submarines would remain in the sea, and support further pro-Hattian operations.


Sorry folks, but this has been a pretty lame RP, and I grow tired of waiting for anyone to reply.

Gennady Bondarenko Surveyed the scene and smiled. They had caught the Dragoons totally off guard.

He was young, only about 26 with a mustache and beard, but he had already been promoted to the rank of Captain, and commanded a force of 12 tanks. He had, unfortunately lost one of them to enemy anti armor weapons, but the crew was fine.

He looked out over the desolate camp. He could see the Panjshir which now had 5,000 men stationed in it.

"5th ARMY" He shouted at his fellow soldiers from his turret. He raised his fist into the air, and so did every soldier within earshot.

His fire group had scored 56 kills in this battle, and he felt very proud of himself. He would be able to brag about that at the OC later on, he thought as he left the turret of his tank and heped to bury the corpses of the enemy.

He thought it was very ironic that they considered themselves Humane enough to bury their enemies, yet most of them were killed during the surprise attack. The few that remained surrendered. Dzerzhinsk would probably return them to the Canadians.

The charge had broken through the 1st Tundric lines easily, the tanks, especially the T-72s were taking substantial losses. Migs and various types of helicopters flew overhead attacking anything that moved.

Kirov looked down towards the Tundric base, his first attack had been repulsed, but he could see the objective. He could also see his infantrymen, who were fighting behind burned out tanks and in captured fortifications. He turned on the radio "Продвиньтесь артиллерия, начните стрелять!" (Bring up the artillery and begin firing!"

PG Nikolai was in the rear base camp, in the room with him was a captured Tundric soldier. "I trust you have been treated well, yes? Now, all I ask in return is that you tell me how well fortified Marx Island is, and how many troops that are on it, if you do I will send you back to Haton, where you can wait out the war in comfort."

Dzerzhinsk picked up his STU and dialed HATON.
He lifted his fist up mindlessly as a soldier shouted the Army War-cry.
The phone rang a few times, with no answer while the Field Marshal day dreamed. Now that the Panjshir had been liberated, Chochezkoo would be using it as an airfield. Not only that, but it would also be a supply depot and as a training center. With roughly 30,000 infantry, plus 10,000, un-route from training in Chochezkoo, 4,000 tanks, and 1,500 choppers and jets, Chochezkoo was ready to Flood over all of Hattia, destroying resistance.

According to Chochezken law, The Head Field Marshal in Chochezkoo, Dzerzhinsk in this case, took control of all defensive and political matters during wartime.

He waited for the phone to be picked up, so he would be able to discuss troop deployment with Hattia's Brass.

From the immortal announcer of [u]Mortal Kombat[/b]

FINISH HIM

Missile batteries have been set along the Hatan coast line and a massive bombardment of Marx Island in prepared and this ultimatum has been issued:

[code:1:7bec6e3239]Invading Tundric-forces: With draw or have the island you are occupying turned into a smoking crater that is still smoldering![/code:1:7bec6e3239]

If no response is given we will assume they decline and finish this Reif-forsaken war so our boys in camo can go home!

it would seem that everyone has left?

Seems like it...

OOC: Heh, damn, so much for retreating... i would have posted way earlier but first my internet wouldn't work, then we got a new phone line put up outside until the ground thaws and a proper one can be put in, then the comp was messed and needed a bunch of troubleshooting and the such, so, at long last, this war can end.

IC:

To: The leaders of Hattian and allied forces
From: President Ethran Verian, The Armed Republic of The Canadian Tundra
Subject: Withdrawal of Tundric forces from Hattia
Message:

After your valiant defense of your lands, and vicious counterassaults, along with what we have learned of your way of life from our occupation of Marx Island, we must apologize for our wrongful invasion of your lands, and congratulate you on your successful truly communist nation.

It is very tragic that so many lives, and so much damage has been done by this war. I have ordered the immediate withdrawal of all Tundric forces from your nation, and have ordered all prisoners to be let free.

However, while we offer our sincerest apologies to Hattia, the actions of the Chochezken military and their annihalation of the Third Arctic Dragoons under the guise of a truce cannot be forgotten. While we will not do anything right now, be assured that one day, Chochezkoo shall pay for what they have done.

To: President Ethran Verian
From: Prime Minister Vladimir Alexandrov

Hattia accepts your nation's apology and will allow your forces to leave Hattia, on the condition that they never return to Hattia under a banner of war. The prisoners from your nation that we have taken will be released and sent back to Canadian Tundra, you have our assurances that they were treated well. Lastly, since you left voluntarily we will not place economic sanctions and possibly invade your nation as we had been thinking of doing. Hopefully in time our nations can be friendly towards each other.

OOC: Well, that was fun...shame my landing forces were slightly decimated...but all shall be rebuilt in good time. Thanks Fulovit for coming up with this, and thanks all for making it so fun and enjoyable...except for when I couldn't get on to NS lol

IC:

President Ethran stood at the end of the pier where the battleship Valiant was coming into dock. The other ships of the Tundric forces that had attacked Hattia were pulling in also, cargo planes had already arrived with the badly wounded.

As the immense warship, and many other ships stopped and unloaded, Verian looked with shame as weary and wounded troops slowly got off their ships, to be greeted by a mass of media while their families were forced to wait behind fences.

He had sent them off to war against a nation they had no right to attack, hell, they hadn't even known pretty much anything about them. Their views of communism had been blasted into oblivion, over twenty divisions were battered and bloodied, and thousands of Canadians layed dead on foreign soil. For nothing.

The Prime Minister surveyed Haton from his office, a large part of the city had been damaged or destroyed. He walked over to his desk, where his fax machine was. He pulled out the piece of paper.



Dear Prime Minister, we have made an estimate of our losses. 84,644 Dead, many of them civilians and militiamen. 105,034 wounded.

Vehicles
195 T-72s
143 T-80s
98 T-90s
14 Black Eagles
47 Mig-27s
54 Mig-29s
45 Su-37s
242 Support Vehicles

Ships
HNS Sickle of the Proletariat
HNS Kirov (Heavily damaged)
HNS Alexandrov (Heavily Damaged)
HNS Karl Marx


He sat down and got out a piece of paper to fax back.


To all Hattians,

We have fought the invaders back, to those who lost family, I send my sympathies. We should mourn the dead, but also celebrate their lives. They died defending our homeland, our way of life, and ourselves. I salute them. From this day forth, December 28th will be Rememberance day, to preserve their memories.

Signed
Vladimir Alexandrov

Field Marshall Dzerzhinsk approached the city of Haton in his MI-24 Hind Gunship/Troop transport helicopter. The pilot keyed the radio.
"Requesting permission to land at the embassy in the name of Chochezken Field Marshall Dzerzhinsk, the wartime premier of Chochezkoo"

Dzerzhinsk gazed out the window of his chopper at the ruined city. His soldiers would probably be coming into the city later to help clean up, but he would be sent back home. He closed his eyes and smiled at the thought of a parade in his honor, through the streets of Norton city(chochezkoo's capital) But quickly shook the thought away.