Mestionian
12-06-2004, 03:06
-Azerian-
In the early hours of the morning, all seemed peaceful and serene on the Azerian coastline. Soldiers charged with defense of the narrow ocean between the tiny country and her domineering neighbor Mestionian slept in, as it was Friday, they had worked hard all week, and felt deserving of a break. King Roth of Azerian awoke in the early hours to tend to issues of state, including the upcoming wheat harvest, projected to be a record high for the nation, the imposition of new taxes on certain luxery items, and other such matters of governmental practice. The sun was shining, and it promised to be a lovely day in the land of the Azerians.
Then, at roughly 10 o'clock, the sky over the capital of Tobruk became dotted with unknown objects at a high altitude. Weary, Minister Hoku of the Upper House of Parliament alterted the local military commander. Within minutes of observation it was dertermined that the unidentified objects in the sky above the capital were parachutes carrying men beneath them. Military units were immediately scrambled and arms were dispersed amongst the 1,000 some-odd soldiers within the capital. They were unclear as to the nature of these parachutists, but they would be ready for anything.
Simultaneously, troops on the Azerian shoreline recieved a rather rude awakening courtesy of a flight of MS-25 Phoenix fighter-bombers, pride of the Mestionian Air Forces. The aircraft fired missiles and dropped bombs on bunkers and other fortified positions with little anti-aircraft fire. Just a few hundred yards off the coast lay hundreds of landing craft approaching the beaches, filled to excess with heavily equipped soldiers of Mestionian's Royal Army.
In the capital, Mestionian paratroopers landed outside the city whilst encountering mild fire from Azerian soldiers. Once reformed into their units, the Mestionian troopers numbering near 800 strong forced their way into the city, forcing the surrender of many ill-prepared and poorly trained Azerian conscripts. Within two hours after touching down, Mestionian soldiers had arrived at the gates of Azerian's royal palace in Tobruk. They soon surrounded the grounds as well as King Roth and his select group of Royal guardians.
Meanwhile, Mestionian forces moved up to beaches of Azerian, engaging Azerian soldiers stationed on the bluffs above. Despite suffering among the first troops to land, thanks to Mestionian air support, soldiers opposing the Azerian's suffered minimal casualties. The beaches lay in Mestionian hands by noon.
Now with a beachhead, Mestionian armored units were deployed along the beach and quickly moved their way forward. Groups of MT-2's and MT-8's made quick work of Azerian armored vehicles and fortified positions. Coupled with armor and complete dominance of the skies, Mestionian forces were able to push some 200 miles inland by nightfall.
Inside his royal palace, King Roth paced the floor of his great hall, his guards at the entrance, weapons at the ready. It was readily apparent that Roth's small band of men armed with pistols and submachine guns could not defend against a trained special forces unit of the MRA. Unaware of the fact that his entire southern army had been either captured or killed, the king sent for aide, his call would go unanswered.
to be continued.
In the early hours of the morning, all seemed peaceful and serene on the Azerian coastline. Soldiers charged with defense of the narrow ocean between the tiny country and her domineering neighbor Mestionian slept in, as it was Friday, they had worked hard all week, and felt deserving of a break. King Roth of Azerian awoke in the early hours to tend to issues of state, including the upcoming wheat harvest, projected to be a record high for the nation, the imposition of new taxes on certain luxery items, and other such matters of governmental practice. The sun was shining, and it promised to be a lovely day in the land of the Azerians.
Then, at roughly 10 o'clock, the sky over the capital of Tobruk became dotted with unknown objects at a high altitude. Weary, Minister Hoku of the Upper House of Parliament alterted the local military commander. Within minutes of observation it was dertermined that the unidentified objects in the sky above the capital were parachutes carrying men beneath them. Military units were immediately scrambled and arms were dispersed amongst the 1,000 some-odd soldiers within the capital. They were unclear as to the nature of these parachutists, but they would be ready for anything.
Simultaneously, troops on the Azerian shoreline recieved a rather rude awakening courtesy of a flight of MS-25 Phoenix fighter-bombers, pride of the Mestionian Air Forces. The aircraft fired missiles and dropped bombs on bunkers and other fortified positions with little anti-aircraft fire. Just a few hundred yards off the coast lay hundreds of landing craft approaching the beaches, filled to excess with heavily equipped soldiers of Mestionian's Royal Army.
In the capital, Mestionian paratroopers landed outside the city whilst encountering mild fire from Azerian soldiers. Once reformed into their units, the Mestionian troopers numbering near 800 strong forced their way into the city, forcing the surrender of many ill-prepared and poorly trained Azerian conscripts. Within two hours after touching down, Mestionian soldiers had arrived at the gates of Azerian's royal palace in Tobruk. They soon surrounded the grounds as well as King Roth and his select group of Royal guardians.
Meanwhile, Mestionian forces moved up to beaches of Azerian, engaging Azerian soldiers stationed on the bluffs above. Despite suffering among the first troops to land, thanks to Mestionian air support, soldiers opposing the Azerian's suffered minimal casualties. The beaches lay in Mestionian hands by noon.
Now with a beachhead, Mestionian armored units were deployed along the beach and quickly moved their way forward. Groups of MT-2's and MT-8's made quick work of Azerian armored vehicles and fortified positions. Coupled with armor and complete dominance of the skies, Mestionian forces were able to push some 200 miles inland by nightfall.
Inside his royal palace, King Roth paced the floor of his great hall, his guards at the entrance, weapons at the ready. It was readily apparent that Roth's small band of men armed with pistols and submachine guns could not defend against a trained special forces unit of the MRA. Unaware of the fact that his entire southern army had been either captured or killed, the king sent for aide, his call would go unanswered.
to be continued.