NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: This is an Invite-Only thread. Do not post in this thread if you have not been invited, nations that do will be ignored. To get invited Post in the OOC Thread (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=120933&start=20), .

Code of Conduct: All posts in this thread, will be only In-Character, and relevant only to the IC Thread. All OOC posts are to be made in the OOC Thread (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=120933&start=20).

So far, the invited Nations are:

Tersanctus {Assault Spearhead}
Pantera {Assault assistance}
Automagfreek{Defensive position in Greece}
Greek Forces{Staging area only, Defensive in case of Counter-Attack}
The Trojan Empire {Target Nation}

To get invited post in the OOC Thread (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=120933&start=20), do not Post in this thread if you have not been Invited.


Also, the OOC thread indicates the Staging of Forces in Greece with AMF, Pantera, and Myself. So there is no argument as too how we got there.

Lets Rock and Roll.


Let the bodies hit the floor,
Let the bodies hit the floor,
Let the bodies hit the floor,
Let the bodies hit the,


FLOOOOORR!!!

The Blue, Gray and Gold, of the Tersanctan Flag, with The Dragon-God Kungshao emblazoned upon it waved in the winds of the Aegean Sea. The great fleets of Tersanctus, and Pantera, were stationed there for Months, but now their ultimate purpose was to be revealed.

For three months they had com and stationed themselves, many questions were brought to them from the surrounding nations, but secrecy had held it’s own, and Now…it as time.


1530 Zulu,
25 Miles east of Turkey,
Aegean Sea, Trojan Empire.

A broadband, unencrypted message began to play on all radio, broadband and digital communication lines.

It was a message of war from Fleet Admiral Edgar Guerrero, an Experienced Naval Man who had lead the Naval Assault upon Al Anbar, the conflict in which The Trojan Empire had foolishly chosen to involve itself, and after his latest escapade with Lady Sirithil, Death was knocking on his Door.

”King Priam of Troy, I am the Messenger of Kungshao, the Dragon-God of War, there will be no negotiations, there will be no responses from you, there will be no mercy from us. Do not think that your actions to block the United Emirates went unnoticed, or were forgotten. Do not think you can play with an ally such as Menelmacar, and expect to survive in this world. Kungshao is returned, and he hungers. We have come to Rule the waves, to rule the skies, and rule the lands. And even now the Reavers prepare to drag the Waters of War! The beginning of this message was your five-minute warning, by the end of these minutes; hell will be unleashed upon your lands. We care not for expansion; we care not for money, we care only for your end.”

Than as soon as the Transmission ended, “Bodies” by Drowning Pool began playing, The Admirals speech was exactly one minute and 38 seconds long, the song was three minutes, and twenty-two seconds long. It was one of the Military Advisors Idea, and the rest of the Joint Chiefs loved the Idea.


Let the bodies hit the floor Beaten why for
Can't take much more- The satellite transmissions were sent for the Targets in Troy to the arsenal ship fleets already in there positions in the Aegean Sea.


One - Nothing wrong with me
Two - Nothing wrong with me
Three - Nothing wrong with me- The EWS’s prepared to fire the cruise missiles.

Four - Nothing wrong with me
One - Something's got to give
Two - Something's got to give
Three - Something's got to give -The Tersanctan Fleets made the coordination’s with the Panteran Ships. Coordinates and such were uploaded between the two warrior nations.

Now
Let the bodies hit the floor
Push me again
This is the end- The Captains and Fleet Commanders all gave the order too fire, upon ending of the song.

Skin against skin blood and bone
You're all by yourself but you're not alone
You wanted in now you're here
Driven by hate consumed by fear
Let the bodies hit the floor-The night sky came alive with the fire and roaring of of Hundreds of Cruise Missiles from the Arsenal Ships. (http://www.fas.org/man/dod-101/sys/ship/arsenal_ship.htm)

In all, each Ship carried over 500 VLS Tomahawks. And there were five ships, each one fired Ten Missiles at the outlying bases per minute, this continued each sixty seconds for ten minutes until over a thousand from the Tersanctan’s alone had been fired.



The War of Vengeance upon Troy had begun.

OOC: Tag :twisted:

The main thrust of Reavers, some eighty thousand strong have moved to the eastern borders of Greece and at the word of Kungshao's speech, Dayne began his own:

"Mighty Reavers! Once again the time has come to purge our enemies from the earth. These craven dogs have offended our allies Tersanctus, and slandered the name of many good and true nations. Once again, my Reavers, the time has come to wash the filth from these bastards with Blood and Fire, with the Gods thunderous applause washing over us throughout our endeavor!

The assembled ranks of warriors hold their silence, content to allow their Warrior-Prince his say,"The Templar have began their campaign with a taste of music, and I thought it only fitting we do so as well...

With that, the loudspeakers that had been placed around the assembly area began to blare a slow, pounding drum, its thump-thump-thumpthumpthump reverberating through the surrounding hills and through every Reaver camp and ship in the operation, even to many at home in Patera.

"Lay your head down child,
We won't let the enemy come!
Counting bodies like sheep to rythyms of the war drum!
Pay no mind to the rabble!
Pay no mind to the rabble!
Head down, lulled to sleep by the rythym of these war-drums!
SWAYING TO THE RTHYM OF A NEW WORLD ORDER!
HEAD DOWN LULLED TO SLEEP BY THE RYTHYM OF THE WAR DRUMS!


As the drums pound and a few sets of pipes skirl, the Evenstar raises his gleaming greatsword in one hand, an automatic rifle in the other, his face a mask of rage, he cries his challenge,"REAVERS! Are you ready for the Crows Feast?!"

The crashing reply affirms their hunger for the blood of the enemy, and the evenstar fires off a round from his rifle. Dropping it, he swings the great blade in a circle above its head, the glimmering steel flashing about him.

"AYE?!?! THEN LET THE GODS DRINK THEIR FILL!

With that, some two-hundred fifty thousand Reavers begin the initial advance into Turkey and the Trojan Empire, the numerous massive Panteran fleets slice through the waters of the Aegean to take up strategic positions along the western coast of the enemy nation.

In less than a minute, the order would sound and they would rain horror upon their enemies.

Appius Telus lay perfectly still -- asleep in his cot aboard the HMS Pantheon, arguably the most heavily armed and armored vessel in the entire Royal Navy, which was docked at the naval base at the port city of Smyrna.

It was nightime, obviously, and a full moon was present in the otherwise pitch black sky. Lined across the entire base were a massive array of frigates, cruisers, battleships, destroyers, and several other logistical ships. On land, there were over a hundred buildings such as schools (each sailor was given a free college education), shops, and other places of military importance. A few lights dimly lit the otherwise vacant streets, although soldiers were patrolling the areas.

Appius felt a nudge and awoke. It was his friend, Aulus.

"I can't sleep. Wanna get some grub?"

"What time is it?"

"A little after midnight."

"Sure, what do I have to lose..."

As soon as Appius pulled himself out of his warm cot, dressed, and opened the quarters's door, a loud sound pierced his ears, as well as everyone else aboard.

"What the fuck?!"

More loud explosions echoed throughout the port.

"We're under attack! We're under attack!"

Outside, sailors frantically struggled to man the anti-air and anti-missile defenses, gunning down several cruise missiles that were raining down upon the base. Oil spewed from several of the vessels, and quickly caught on fire -- lacing the water with red flames... and floating bodies.
Finally after about a hundred missiles had fallen, twelve destroyed, the barrage ended.

"Prepare for war!"

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King Priam had donned his armor hours ago and was awaiting the arrivals of the Lady Shogun Firefury, Lady Sirithril, and company for quite some time now. Recently, messages had been transmitted confirming the duo's arrival and the plan to strike back against the elves was in place.
An aide came rushing into the throne room, holding an important message.

"Sir, Troy has been attacked. Some fifty-five capital ships sunk; about twenty-nine submarines destroyed along with nearly ninety other logistical ships!"

"Aircraft?"


"Two air wings completely vaporized."

"Do we have their coordinates?"

"Recon UCAVs are already in the air."

"Once we've attained their locations, get those air wings that are supposed to go after the Menelmacari fleets into the air, move the Black Sea Fleet into place to launch an anti-ship assault, mobilize as many Trojan troops as possible, sound the alarms, cancel our 'meeting' with the Lady Shogun and Sirithril, and contact our allies!"

"Sir, yes, SIR!"

Sorry to intrude but I need to clear something up.In the OOC thread Troy said he owned Gibralter and Ceuta.Actually I own them I claimed them in June and I have military forces based there.Troy must have been mistaken.I let Tersanctus through.I was the first one to claim them and they have never been taken from me so Troy does not own them.

Sorry to intrude but I need to clear something up.In the OOC thread Troy said he owned Gibralter and Ceuta.Actually I own them I claimed them in June and I have military forces based there.Troy must have been mistaken.I let Tersanctus through.I was the first one to claim them and they have never been taken from me so Troy does not own them.

{Tag; For Intelligence Purposes}

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The Missiles had done their work, now it was up too the Pilots. The suprise attack had bloodied Troy's nose, and now they were going to break it.

The Carrier wing groups came in like a finessed quartet, Admiral Edgar Guerrero had them practing this for weeks, now it was simply a matter of following through.

Followed by the Expiditionary Strike groups. There was an Epic movement of ships, and The planes took off from the Carriers to begin the airstrikes, pretty much anything left standing Militarily, after the Cruise Missile Strike would be reduced oo rubble.

And in close pursuit, were the LCAC's and LMU's now leaving the AAS's, In all, 10,000 Imperial Trisagion Infantry Troops, and 20,000 Templar Left to make the intial landing at the Trojan Beachheads.

100,000 more Infantry troops stood ready for an assault, and the LMU's were unloading the Mechanical and Armored Divisions onto the beachheads.

The land invasion of Troy had begun, and with the Reavers coming in from the north,...it looked too be breinging the lamb to the slaughter.

The Evenstar's command sweeps through the ranks of the various assault forces in Rodopi, and the assembled Reavers begin their long plunge into enemy territory. Skirting the coastline, the largest Reaver force has put out patrols of one thousand men apiece which sweep deeper into enemy territory, plundering any and all undefended towns and cities they encounter. Orders for these patrols are hit and run, refusing to give battle to larger or equal numbers unless supported by the bulk of the incursion force.

The Panteran fleets in the Aegean slice through the water toward the shoreline, and those Reavers still aship prepare for a bloody landing some sixteen miles down the coast from the Trojan capitol of Troy. Roughly eighty-thousand will eventually come ashore at this beachhead, though initial numbers are likely to be only a fraction of this estimate. Aircraft from this fleet's attending carriers soar overhead, engaging any forces, aircraft or otherwise, that seek to hinder the Reaver landing.

Those fleets not taking part in the landing have begun making their way north, effectively shutting down the southern approaches of the Sea Marmara and severely hindering any encroaching fleets attempting to assault the Aegean from the Black Sea to the northeast.

Roughly one hundred Reaver pilots lift off from carriers offshore and scream inland to aid Tersanctan pilots in their blitz of the Trojan mainland.

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Dayne was unhappy. Though the initial bludgeon seemed to be proceeding along nicely, he would have been much happier commanding the assault from the deck of his Silence, now under the command of his Hound. However, Bastien had made it quite clear that he was to remain with the bulk of the incursion, fighting with the Reaver vanguard.

Seeing him would hearten the already rage filled Reavers into further fury, eliminating the chance of a retreat, much less a rout. Already he had seen a half-dozen towns burned to dust, their inhabitants slain. As of yet Trojan ground resistance had been at a minimum, but he was sure they would clash soon enough.

With the thrust into the Trojan heartland secure, he could only wait and pray to the Three Gods that the Warhound's landing would go so well.

Aboard the Silence...

Caval, called WarHound by many, paced the deck of the behemoth warship. Far off, he could see the lights of his fleets guns blazing as they pounded at Trojan defenses ashore. Things seemed to be going well, but he knew the landing would be a blood soaked horror.

The Warhound smiles. It was good to be answering the Call to Battle once more. He was a man bred for the heat and hate of battle, and every man in his landing force was of one heart and mind with him.

These Trojan bastards would soon learn the meaning of Horror.

And thousands of miles away, Edmund Dantes/Kungshao, Executor of Tersanctus, and Incarnate of the Dragon-God of War, lit yet another ciggarette, and looked over the computer outlay of the advancing forces.

This will be bloody, perhaps I underestimated these Trojans....

"Commandant Greenway...I want you too take your Division of Templar, and assist our forces already in theater, How many men do you have ready?" asked Kungshao.

"I have 4000 on alert, and can have 45,000 by the end of this week." he replied.

"Hrrm...Make it so, Commandant. The Trojans are not too be victorious...."

"Any word from Menelmacar on our suprise assault yet?" asked the Commandant.

"She was informed of our plans, and no word has yet been recieved...Personally, I think she cares not. The Elven race are essentially Immortal, and this latest event too transpire, is likely but a passing mountainside fire too her. Besides, any Tersanctan claim in Troy after this will be hers anyways...but she is not my Commander, and I do this not for her...I do this for Tersanctus, and the United Emirates." stated Edmund/Kungshao.

"Hows of Pantera? And AMF? They seem too look more favorably on you after this move..." asked Greenway.

Edmund smiled. "I have a feeling that after this...things will change forever between our three nations....I have forseen it." he said matter-of-factly.

In slipped a ninja
under the cover of night
silently, he tagged

Plitter... plitter... platter... platter... plitter! the anti-air guns roared flinging thousands upon thousands of bullets and other material into the air at the Reaver fighters.

Already, SAM sites were aiming at the largest fighter concentrations. Children and women were hurrying into bomb shelters; APCs rolling through the streets, carrying thousands of soldiers.

Move it!

Clear the beaches!

Mine them!

The 250 Armored Personnel Units had been redirected to attack the impending enemy land assault. The esteemed APU-3 was equipped with two large 30 millimeter rotary machine guns and two missiles, varying from anti-armor rockets to anti-infantry rockets to surface-to-air missiles.

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The alarms at the air base north of Troy blared as over five hundred SF-1 spacefighter began to take off in units of five per hangar. All in all, there were ten hangars holding fighters and two holding eighty bombers total. The SB-1 bombers and SF-1 fighters were heavily armed aircraft; the most prized in the Trojan Royal Air Force.

Harpie Twelve, taking off!

Harpie Thirteen, taking off!

Harpie Fourteen, taking off!

Darting high into the skies and into outer space, they were to swoop down and pepper the Tersanctan fleet with countless surface-to-surface missiles. The bombers, too, gradually made their way into the darkness of the solar system. They would follow the fighters in their descent back down to Earth to provide heavy support for the fighters.

****

In the Black Sea, the Black Sea Fleet -- consisting of some fifteen destroyers, fifteen frigates, fifteen cruisers, and three renowned Trojan Class battleships moved into position.

High-orbit UCAVs were tracing coordinates and relaying the information back as fast as possible.

The VLS tubes and missile launchers upon each ship were quite ready; all that was needed was the signal to fire.

Admiral Jason stared out into the horizon.

Time to die, motherfuckers.

Nearly exploding from their tubes, some ten cruise missiles each soared from their home vessels. This was down systematically. First the battleships fired. Next, the destroyers released a volley. After this, the cruisers rained hell upon the enemy. Following the cruisers, the frigates fired their missiles. Overall, 480 anti-ship cruise missiles were fired in a maddening rage. Retribution.

Admiral Edgar Guerrero laughed. These Trojans were moving into planned positions. They acted as if he hadnt studied thier moved carefully for three months.

As the orbital strike took place, the Helios Battlecruisers departed Space Staion 1134. The fleet of 12 Cruisers holding 36 fighters each took off at maximum propulsion to the Trojan fleet. They held off at 2 parsecs and fired their yamato cannons (A burst of energy comparable too a small nuclear blast.) In groups of three, while nine other ships defended, they repeated this pattern 4 times, than they unleashed Hellfire Missiles, and Railguns and finally the fighters. Space came alive with bursts of plasma energy.

On earth as the Trojan Cruise Missiles came in screaming from the sky, the confirmation recieved minutes ago from the sattelites, The guided missile cruisers, held aloft, as they fired dozens of interceptor missiles, blowing to smithereens, many of the incoming missiles, Oyhers fell clumsily into the the sea from the Radar Jammers, and RAM launchers. But one finally fell onto a frigate, and a Carrier. The frigate being a smaller ship, blew and sank almost immedeatley, the few survivors swimming to the surrounding ships. The carrier suffered the loss of three planes out of five that were on deck. But the runway was irreperably damaged in the meantime, and sat mainly as a sitting duck.

As the rain finally ended, the Admiral ordered his own Retribution. On the Northern airbase, Eighty more cruise missiles were sent. And to the black sea, He sent a hundred more, on the Land there were some casualties, as the Templar and Infantry troops attempted and embarked The Trojan Defense.

OOC: Finish the land later,...gotta go.

High above the Panteran pilots are taking heavy fire, but the sheer daring of the Reaver pilots saves most of their number. Some sixteen aircraft are destroyed while a score more are damaged, forced to return to their carriers. Those still in the air reform with a second wave of pilots only now coming off the carrier group, once again sweeping down to strafe military installations and to run bombing raids on the remaining AA sites still operational.

The Reaver force under Dayne continues to push ever deeper into Trojan territory, pillaging and burning their way some twenty miles into Trojan territory before finally turning south and making the wild dash to the capitol. Resistance has been token, losses slight.

The landing force under the Warhound has been taking heavy fire as they come ever closer to the beach, but as of yet losses have been slim. One carrier damaged lightly, one destroyer sunk.

As the first wave of transports nears the shoreline, the Hound gives the order,"Target that LZ with everything we have. I want a clean slate when our boys get ashore. Flatten it."

True to their leaders commands, the ships and aircraft in the area release a fiery barrage. The beach lights up for a half mile in any direction, a wall of fire dancing across the sand and licking at the warm Aegean waves. The heavily mined beach erupts in gouts of orange flame and red death as those Trojan soldiers still in range are all but vaporized by the concentrated bombardment. When the first transport hits land, a crashing roar resounds as some two hundred Reavers boil out to begin the bloody process of securing the beachhead. Soon some three thousand have landed, their attending heavy armor numbering some ninety units. They advance through the still smoking sands of the beach, eager to give death to their already embattled enemies.

High above a sleek crimson bomber skirts the high end of the earth's atmosphere, its fighter escort at ease for the moment. This high, AA fire is all but useless, but the pilots take no chances. The bomber's Reaver pilot cries into his radio,"Warwind Three, requesting permission to eliminate a high concentration of vehicles moving to intercept Reaver landing, over. Repeat, requesting..."

"Warwind Three, Reaver Command gives you the go ahead to eliminate threat to landing. Drag the Waters." And with that, the bomber unloads his deadly payload. Below, the land jerks with the concussion of the bombs and a swirling, screeching ball of flame encompasses a number of the Trojan APU's. Roughly a dozen more bomber contingents repeat this action, possibly neutralizing the threat.

At the mouth of the Sea Marmara...

The mighty Panteran fleet waits, their missiles trained on the spot the Trojan vessels must cross should they wish to assault the Aegean from their position in the Black Sea.

OOC: OOC thread, Troy...

The Planes screamed through the air, 15 fighters and 23 Bombers had been shot or missled down. It was rough, but the Brave Tersanctan Pilots pushed onward nonetheless.

Payload after payload was dropped. And the Fleets to the west, in the Aegean sea, continued too fight off the Incoming resistance. Salvos, and Sea sparrow missiles were fired in a numbing repetition.

The Fleets held out.

And now A Fleet Commander in the Expeditionary Strike Groups made the call.

"Take Izmir! We have confirmation from Panteran Forces of a foothold in the North!"

Than Dozens of fast-attack boats, made their way to the Southern shores of Troy, some landed, off-loading troops only too have an Immdeate Withdrawal of forces.

Others simply kept moving in a serpentine pattern off-shore.

And others fired STS missiles and STA missles and the Resisting Forces.

It was all of course a simple tactic to create confusion within the Trojan Ranks, one landing would confused for another, and the strange actions, would only grow stranger in the hours too come, and it would be anyones guess as to when the real assault would take place.

In space

"Incoming fire!!! All Harpies!! I repeat: incoming fire!"

Each fighter peeled off; the ones on the right to their left and the ones on the left to their right. Confusion caused fighters to collide, while others turned into flames from enemy fire.

"Regroup! Regroup!"

The explosions rocked the fighters although there was no sound... it was a peaceful hell. Bursts of flames everywhere, fighters shattering...

"Return fire!"

And with an instant, the capable SF-1's closed their wings tight, locked onto their targets (the cruisers), and unleashed a deadly array of high-powered missiles. Four were fired at once from each vessel making a total of some 1600 missiles darting through the emptiness of outer space.

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Black Sea

"The Tersanctans have fired another volley. Two cruisers and five destroyers have been hit. Both cruisers have settled below the sea. The UCAVs spotted a second fleet, Panterans just right outside of Troy itself. We need to hit 'em hard," said the Admiral.

"Agreed, sir, a second, smaller volley will be directed towards the Panteran fleet. I'll get our subs on their case. That should decapitate their fleet. All seven of them. Their stealth, swift, and heavily armed."

Crewmen rushed to their to unleash a second volley of cruise missiles upon the Panterans while the submarines dove deep and sprinted forward to meet their foes.

The missiles exploded from their tubes, another one hundred or so had been fired.

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Ground

Bombs stunted the APU advancement as the large machine tripped over each other from the shaking of the ground and the birth of the fires.

"Target spotted," screeched the noble Numerius.

Two SAMs and a hail of 30 millimeter bullets ran up towards the bombers.

"Continue forward! Forward!"

But some men still did not listen as a total of 14 more SAMs took to the sky along with thousands and thousands of large caliber bullets.

"The AA will handle them! The AA will handle them! Quickly now, let us make haste!"

Anti-air cannons now screamed louder than ever while their companion machine gunners exerted even more noise from their stations...

Ground troops now began to take their positions as APCs began to arrive on the scene, carrying thousands of Trojans ready to defend the beach.

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