NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: Firstly, we're a little opposed to any foreign intervention, but any diplomatic dithering would be a laugh.

Brigadeführer Fredrickson sat heavily in the leather chair in his quarters. He had grabbed a half-bottle of brandy from the cupboard, and took a swig. He'd been against the invasion from the beginning, but no-one had listened.
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The tanks rolled onto the quay at Port Stanley one by one, to be counted and inspected by staff officers. The black-uniformed officers strode between the machines, noting the state of them and reprimanding or commending the crews. By nightfall the troops were unloaded, and all that was left was to await the British response...

OOC:
Numbers...

Land:

2 battalions of the 8th Waffen-SS (2388)

4 battalions of regulars (4776)

1 battalion of the 71st Waffen-SS Marines (1194)

1 Panzer group (350 Panther 2A2 MBT's, 700 Pkfw A44 IFV's)

Initial supplies are aboard the ships, whilst further supplies will be transported by air.

Sea:

Aircraft carrier, the Himmler

8 Type 48 Destroyers

Air:
55 ME204b's aboard the Himmler

Airstrike capability from South American mainland.

The invasion came as a surprise...again. HMS Campbeltown had recently vacated the region along with the Royal Fleet Auxiliary vessel Cardigan Bay, both of which were now a world away in New Guinea, and as such the enemy ships were able to approach almost uncontested as they skirted around the south of the islands (presumably?) and made for the east coast of East Falkland; right for the capital.

Resistance would be centred twenty-five miles west at RAF Mt.Pleasant, where a Rapier Field Standard C surface-to-air missile battery protected the epicentre of a five-hundred strong British army unit, including just a company of infantry soldiers, and Numbers 1435 Flight and 78 Squadron RAF. Four Tornado F.3Z fighters and an assortment of Merlin ASW and transport helicopters, Aerospatiale Gazelle AH1 command and observation helicopters, and Puma utility transport helicopters would hardly be able to resist the near three-score strong air wing boasted by the enemy carrier.

Stanley was surrendered, along with its little airstrip, and Port William. A British Army Land Rover fitted with a Thales Air Defence Limited Starstreak High Velocity Missile short-range SAM Lightweight Multiple Launcher and crowded by several soldiers sped away from the area, into the hills, when the hostile ships appeared off shore, hoping to make the base at Mt Pleasant. Helicopters took off, flying low and with no intention of engaging the enemy, hoping only to survey the main islands for other incursions, where upon limited resistance might be co-ordinated. No one was sure if it was appropriate to scramble the four Tornadoes, but they were armed and rolled out ready for action should the order come.

Word was sent to London, but in the early minutes no response was forthcoming as confusion reigned.

OOC: God. Apologies for taking so long to post but by bastard PC just had a strop so I hit it and needed to restart it. Twice.

Just going to post a map of the Falklands and say where we are.

http://en.wikipedia.org/upload/thumb/4/4b/300px-Falklandsmap.gif

Right. Well.

Basically everone's in Port Stanley, except for the 71st W-SS Marines who are 'yomping', as der brits would say it, all the way up to Goose Green.

Over and out.

OOC: Right, jolly good. I've edited my post with an IC response (or lack there of). I've looked at this map http://www.lib.utexas.edu/maps/americas/falkland_islands.gif for its relative clarity and detail, hills and roads can be seen, but be warned, it's pretty huge!

OOC: Oh, damn, meant to say, would you have a problem if we allowed some posts mainly for diplomatic purposes, as the situation eventually becomes common knowledge? I don't disagree with the restrictions on having other people involved, because we don't want a world war starting over a tiny island group. I just don't like to be too exclusive :)

OOC: Meh.

The Praetonian Government strongly condemns this invasion. The United Kingdom has our full support.

Falklanders couldn't quite believe their eyes. Not again, surely? But these weren't Argentinians after the Malvinas, these guys looked professional in contrast to the Argentines trained with almost second world war methods. They had tanks- almost as many as the British had soldiers in the islands. As frustrating as it was, there was no point to resisting so far as the civilian population was concerned. It quickly became obvious that the invading troops outnumbered the entire population three fold at least. People ran, phoned, and radioed their observations to RAF Mt Pleasant, where Major Morland received unconfirmed reports with a grey sense of forboding.

In the capital, Governor Mary Whiteborne urged calm and complicity so long as no exceptional or unusual demands were made on the population. She was quick to seek out the commander of enemy forces coming ashore, hoping to confirm proper treatment of the population, "until such time as liberation was forthcoming" she hoped to say.

OOC: I know you don't want much interferance, but my knowledge of the Falkland's conflict makes it too irresistible. Plus I'm a good RPer.

IC:

South America Department, Federal Intelligence Bureau, Baghdad, United Elias

A pair of intelligence analysts reviewed the huge six foot by six foot projections showing a recent satellite pass over the South Atlantic. With the British Federation potentially causing trouble for Roycelandia, there was an increased interest in watching their territories. For the last two hours however they had seen some extraordinary activity and it seemed that once again The Malvinas had been invaded.

The muted and quiet offices of their department suddenly churned into controlled chaos as for once something exciting had happened in their region. Within minutes senior officials at the MoD were calling meetings and as the word reverberated around the Capital, assets were immediately located and retasked.

370nm West of Libreville, Gulf of Guinea

Task Force 81 had been recently assigned to Operation 'After Glow' in support of ground forces and other naval ships who were maintaining the fragile armistice in occupied Gabon. Several weeks after the war had ended and a permament peace settlement was on the table so a show of force was percieved to be necessary to make clear that UE had no intention of withdrawing. The deployment had so far been uneventful with much effort being placed on training and exercises, after all they had little else to do in their holding position, several hundred miles from Gabon.

However TF 81, made up of the 14th Carrier Group, the 7th Amphibious Ready Group as well as an auxilary and submarine squadron had recieved new orders and several hours after some high level meetings in Baghdad the entire force was headed South West .Soon the thousands of men would be exchanging the heat and humidity of the tropics with the cold and harsh reality of the South Atlantic.

The National Socialist Republic of Das Furer would like to applaud the New Aryan State in their efforts to expand the horizon of the Aryan empire. If any assistance is needed your brothers in Das Furer are here to head the call to duty.

-Reichfuhrer Wulf-

(OOC: I'm thinking of getting involved in this roleplay if it's alright with the writers of course. I'll keep my eye on it as things unfold.)

OOC: Terribly sorry for not posting until now. It's due to my mum stealing the phone line so she could use it. Thankfully, (Though after a bloody long call) she's finished with it and I can once again enjoy taking over the islands.

United Elias: Please, please please PLEASE don't bring much. We're keeping this to the same scale (roughly) as the original war.

Das Furer: Ta muchly for the offer. I suppose that you and United Elias might fight the naval side or something. Again, don't bring too much with you.

IC:
NAS HQ - Port Stanley

"This is Standartenführer Berger of the 71st *Crackle* calling Port Stanley. Come in Port Stanley, over"
Leutnant Dorst dropped his ration tin and made a grab for the headset.
"Roger, Berger, this is Port Stanley, over"
"Have reached Goose Green. Awaiting further orders, over"
"Orders are to continue to North Arm. There are reports of British troops on the islands, over"

OOC Brit Fed: Where exactly is Mt Pleasant? It's not on the map you gave me.

OOC: Ah, it's 25 to 30 miles west of Stanley, but it doesn't seem to be clearly marked on many maps, possibly because it's a fairly recent development, possibly because it's a military facility, or possibly because I am stupid and haven't looked hard enough :) I shall post again IC shortly.

Her Majesty The Queen addressed her subjects tonight, confirming Britain's intention to once again defend its citizens in the faraway Falkland Islands. This time the enemy is not one considered an entirely new and unknown quantity, as last time. This time it might as well be the Bosch after a third round, so far as the tabloids are concerned.

While cash-strapped British forces at home assemble, expecting deployment in the near future, the few hundred servicemen in the Falklands dig in around Mt Pleasant, with a few snipers, spotters, anti-tank teams and units with Starstreak MANPADS dispersing into the high ground near by.

While those assets prepared in their different ways, and even as Britain sought international approval for military response to the invasion, off Gibraltar the former British Expeditionary Force to Canan lifted its recently dropped anchors.

Her Majesty's Ships Ocean, Ark Royal, Illustrious, Albion, Bulwark, Daring, Iron Duke, Kent, Chatham, Sceptre, Trafalgar, and Talent, and Royal Fleet Auxiliaries Mounts Bay and Largs Bay along with several Hunt and Sandown Class mine-countermeasure vessels composed the already active force. Of course it'd been hurridly preparing for a Middle Eastern deployment that never came, but surely the South Atlantic was almost the same thing...

The significant flotilla shuffled its way out into the Atlantic, starting its hop skip and jump to the south.


An inn near the Clyde, two elderly veterans of the Second World War regard the bar's television...
"Eric! See that? The Fascists have landed in the Falklands!"
"Bloody Hell! ...They'll be in Glasgow by Tuesday!"

OOC: Don't worry I'm just going to deploy this one task force, whether we'll actually fight anyone has yet to be seen, right now it's just a precautionary measure.

28 miles west of Stanley, a pair of NAS regulars are on patrol

"...so the first american asks 'What should I do?', 'Well, are you sure he's dead?' there's a pause, then a gunshot, 'Yeah, I'm sure'"

"Hah...I've heard it before" said Jurgen, "but it's always funny"

"Do you have one?" asked Klaus.

"Yeah, give me a moment...Wait!"

"What?"

"I think I saw something"

"What? Where?"

"On that next hill. There was a flash"

"Maybe the light reflected off something. There's loads of junk all over the island from when the Argentines came"

"No, Jurgen, you idiot! That stuff's rusted by now, there's something there"

"Whatever, you can walk all the way over there if you want, but I'm staying here"

"Yeah, thanks a lot"

Jurgen stands to walk away, when a sudden crack makes him turn.

"What the..."

Before being hit in the face with a 7.62 round.

"SHIT! Sniper!" yelled Klaus as he scrambled into cover, fumbling for his radio, "This is patrol number four, repeat, patrol number four! Under fire! Man down, repeat, man down!"

OOC: First contact.

The Atlantic, west of Morocco

Admiral Warren wore a concerned expression in private. Ark Royal was running well, though the expedition was restricted to 18 knots as HMS Ocean tried to keep pace. It'd be more than two weeks before the eleven surface ships and three SSNs reached the Falkland Islands. They would spend most of that time suffering defensive weakness, with just three Type 22 and 23 frigates and one Type 45 destroyer to screen the seven big carrier and assault vessels. Warren continued to hope that the next hour would bring London's permission to have the surface force slow down and wait for the Invincible's secondary flotila to catch up.

British waters

That force was setting out some hours after Warren left Gibraltar. Hours later to depart than the main force, and already hundreds of kilometres further north, there was a lot of water to make up.
They had to, though. It was believed that the enemy had a fleet carrier, and shore-based aircraft within range of the likely theatre. HMS' Dauntless, Diamond, Lancaster, Marlborough, Monmouth, Liverpool and Cardiff would be vital in merely keeping Invincible and the big ships of the first force alive for long enough to give the attackers a fight.

In the last war, Britan had been twice the size of its foe, in terms of population, and was still outnumbered several fold -perhaps more than five to one over all- in theatre. This time the opposition may have been larger to begin with, and nobody was sure how long Bulls shaky economy could sustain a major conflict. It seemed as if the British had to strike fast and hard, but they couldn't arrive for near twenty days, if they slowed to join the fleets, and there didn't seem to be any really major efforts to hurry things along.

Her Majesty's government took the departure of Invincible as the proper time to announce another 300km War Zone around the Falkland Islands. Anything inside that sphere was fair game for forces opposed to the NAS invasion, though war had not been declared on The New Aryan State itself. London emplored other nations to back its position and refuse assistance to the invaders, and desperately hoped to find TNAS's neighbours in opposition, as had been Chile in the last conflict with Argentina.

(OOC: I don't know who you consider your neighbours, or if there's any chance of them being opposed to the invasion, but if at all possible, British diplomats will be trying to convince them that your aggressive leadership is a danger to the region and that they ought not offer technical or other help, and should have their forces on stand by. The only real intention is to make TNAS keep some of its best forces at home rather than deploying elite units to the long-term occupation of the Falklands. After all, we can't arrive for a couple of weeks at least.)

In the Indian Ocean, approaching the Cape...

...was Her Majesty's Ship Edinburgh, swung about mid course to Sevaris. It was supposed that the fleet would require all the air defence it could muster.

Somewhere in the South Atlantic

Nearly 16,000 tons of technology in the form of S-29 HMS Victorious crawled through the chilly waters in the middle of her patrol. Almost nobody on earth knew her position, and only a few higher-ups in the Admiralty, Government, and so on knew which Ocean she was in. This was, of course, owing to her carriage of about half a million kilotons of nuclear blast potential.

(OOC: I don't intend to nuke anybody, but as part of my force assessment efforts I thought I should mention that one of our four SSBNs is in the region (with a second being near PNG, third sitting in Scotland, and fourth, well, never mind that :) ) She (Victorious) has torpedoes, too, of course, so there is the remote possibility of her engaging, though we'd rather not risk her.)

On the ground near Mt Pleasant

One of the oldest amongst only five hundred or so British soldiers in the Falkland Islands, Pete Harold was most of the way to thirty when he set out on his military career not long after the last war down here. It seemed strange that he hadn't progressed terribly far, especially considering how well liked he was by the teenagers that joined his various units over the years, but that was all probably due to a slight attitude problem and. It seemed strange that he was still in a combat role, but that was probably because he was a fine shot and a natural born sociopath, and hadn't needed much training to make him willing to look a man between the widening eyes and squeeze a trigger. He'd done it a few times in Sierra Leone and once in the Gulf. Jurgen was the third race he'd killed from, and South America was the third continent. Sgt.Harold found this one especially satisfying because he almost got caught first, as he gazed through the scope of his Accuracy International L96, and because, man, did you see the way that guy's head exploded?
Harold was annoyed by the loss of aim caused by twenty-one year old Andy Goldstein clasping his shoulder; he had the top of the second guy's head right in the crosshairs, damn it!

"Sarge! Come on, Pete!" The young man was hissing. This was exactly why Harold never climbed far, he always gets carried away. They had to move, hoping perhaps to draw modest air support that might be felled by a waiting Starstreak surface-to-air-missile lightweight multiple launcher, mounted on a Land Rover hidden just over the crest of a gentle hill. Of course, it might be that armour arrived, though nobody yet fully believed talk of some hundreds of enemy tanks. Did the garrison even have enough anti-tank mines and missiles to deal with them if every one found its mark?

The handfull of recruits hiding under shallow cover on the soft front slope of the hill with a MILAN system were as yet quite confident that they'd take out as many vehicles as the Aryans cared to send. Their cover against the possibility of enemy forces being stronger and overwhelming them was a pair of 81mm L16A2 mortars on the rear face, a couple of hundred yards from the SAMs. There was a second land cruiser tucked away at the foot of the hill that was supposed to evacuate the crews should the enemy force prove too much... this was likely, it seemed.

Meanwhile, a Phoenix UAV circled wide of the area and approached Stanley from the north. Major Morland wanted a better picture of enemy forces ahead of presumable liberation, and further hoped to give the impression of greater strength and spread of forces by having the unmanned vehicle approach from the north while the little engagement occured to the west.

At the air base itself, one eighteen year old infantryman was cornered by his comrades, who in an over bearing fashion were goading him about rumoured fascist symbolism in some of his tattoos. "Yeah, I seen him back home, 'e's always 'ad 'is 'ead shaved!" Called another recruit. A few probing shoves and idle kicks had already been directed at the first teenager, who was now being flat out accused of sympathising with The New Aryan State.

He was 'saved' by a booming Sergeant, and later subjected to barely less intimidating but slightly more official questioning on the matter.

(OOC: At the moment, forces on the islands aren't really clued-in to London's hope to calm the conflict and make it seem like TNAS elite units aren't needed to occupy a few rocks with 3,000 residents. London wants conscripts or second line troops stationed in the islands rather than crack troops, and the garrison hasn't yet given up the idea of fighting, sadly. In coming days we're going to try to convince you not to carry out further landings, and to hold off a major battle against Mt Pleasant, hoping you'll be content to hold the capital and feel superior while we worry about what the heck to do :) It might not work, but I hope you don't mind the slow pace we're taking, I sort of imagine a fairly protracted low intensity war for some time, before something decisive happens. Again, I could be surprised by something totally different, but there y'go. )

Kapitän Brunner relaxed in the tent, his MP5 beside him. The 53rd had taken a day and a half to march here, and there wasn't much to see. The Falklands were just a set of rocks with grass on, sticking out of the sea.

"Oster!" he called, "Oster, you bastard!"

"What the hell do you want?" replied a gruff voice.

"What've we got for eating today?"

"What would sir like?" asked Oster, with a hint of sarcasm.

"Sir would like a sirloin, medium rare, with a light salad and red wine"

"Sir can go to hell, then, because he is getting the same as this morning, potato, mutton and cabbage. Boiled"

"Why can't we have something different? Why does the army insist upon poisoning it's officers?"

"Ach, who are we to question the infinite wisdom of staff officers? The navy gets good food, the Luftwaffe gets food, and the army can eat grass!"

"Ah, the wisdom of years..."

"Up yours!"

OOC: Roleplaying to deter boredom. Uh, the nearest person I know of is Dimmimar, who's considerably bigger than I am, and dislikes me already. He has Peru and something.

570nm South East of St. Helena, South Atlantic

The red glow of low light lamps and the whir of computers and ventilator fans gave the Flag Bridge of the aircraft carrier Audacity an oppressive atmosphere. Outside the ship, the sea was raging, causing even the massive vessel to rock and through binoculars the flag staff could see the flottila of frigates and destroyers being thrown around violently in the 20ft waves.
On one side of the room a huge moving map display was overalid with the radar contacts, showing the 29 ships of Task Force 81 arranged in careful formation, the eight frigates picketed around the outside and the carrier, the amphibs and the auxilaries around the cnetre, sll shielded by the two cruisers and four destroyers.

" -tention on deck!", the call from the admiral's yeoman immedialtely caused the entire flagstaff to rise in defferance as Admiral Numan entered.

"Carry on." The admiral words then caused everyone to sit back down at their control consoles. The admiral hmself then sat down behind the chart table before calling for the duty navigation officer, "How wed doing?"

"Sir,the task force is averaging between 20 and 23 knots depending on the weather so that will put as at our next waypoint, a thousand miles East of Stanley in just over 72 hours. Sir, what exactly are we supposed to be doing when we get there?"

"Well Lieutenant, thats a good question, so far our orders are simply to get over there and within aircraft strike range."

Another yeoman entered the flagbridge, "Admiral, the Captain of the ship requests the pleasure of your company for dinner in the wardroom."

"Excellent, is it lamb cutlets tonight?"

"No sir, that's tomorrow, tonight it's swordfish steak with a saffron sauce."

"Perfect." The admiral got up and walked off to enjoy a lavish dinner, he would go back to work in the morning.

80 Miles East of East Falkland

The NSS Ozeanfaust was one of the finest aircraft carriers in the entire Das Furian army. It sailed through the waters of Falkland like a perfect spear thrown through the air. On it's starboard the NSS Klaus Geigan, a new battleship that had just been christianed into the Das Furian Kriegmarine. To it's port side, an frigate renovated with radar jamming technologies to help in hiding itself from the enemy.

"If you do not mind me asking sir, why are we here?" one of the officers asked Captian Zeik of the NSS Ozeanfaust. "We are here to fight the good fight for National Socialism!" Zeik proclaimed as he looked out towards the islands from the bridge. "Our brothers from the NAS have declared this a haven for the Aryan race, but there are those who see fit to reject us of our right to the land."

"I see." the officer said as he looked towards the series of islands. "Shall we ready our aircraft for survelliance sir?"

"No." Ziek said as he turned towards a large monitor that displayed a map of the region. "We've sent a few of our Lufftwaffe jets around the area. Reports should be in by the eve. Just stay put and man your station. We shall only move in, and observe for now."

The Swiss consulate in Das Furer (OOC: as I know nothing of you I've supposed we've not an embassy, and have chosen to go through neutral channels) has relayed to that nation's government a communiqué from London, stating that Das Furen warships appear to have entered the exclusion zone. London states that, unless friendly intent is quickly and clearly established, these ships risk attack as hostile assets entering a war zone. The government has requested an explanation and a speedy and legal resolution.

East Falkland

In Stanley, British subjects resolutely persist in the pursuit of their normal lives, some as yet continuing to fly the union flag. In private, some few quietly discussed the strange absence of resistance to the Aryan State's incursion. Why was Mt Pleasant purpose-built as a military base, after the last invasion, if it wasn't going to contest landings?

Maybe these people were simply unaware of the 55-strong air wing aboard the Aryan carrier off shore, or maybe they were just unaware of the spotters and snipers dotted around the capital, gathering intelligence and waiting for the chance to put a 7.62x51mm or .338" bullet into the most important looking NAS head on the island.

(OOC:do I assume that nobody came to support the men ambushed west of Stanley? If we wait a while and nothing happens, we'll probably take the land cruisers down there and capture the man/men that the sniper didn't kill.)

Thousands of kilometres north, the two British fleets were drawing ever closer as the first slowed, finally, to allow its escort-heavy peer to gain some time. It would still take two weeks for the vessels to arrive, and London in the meantime persisted in vocalising on the rights, freedoms, and Britishness of the islanders.

HMS Edinburgh rounded the cape*, and was perhaps half the distance away, compared to the main surface forces.

*Ah, that's Good Hope, not Horn, by the by.

Following diplomatic exchanges with The British Federation, we have agreed to render assistance to their effort to aid their citizens of the Falkland Islands.

We hereby declare our intent to enforce the exclusion zone declared by the British Federation, and we will have assets in place to do this in the near future.

We therefore advise all nations to vacate that area if they have assets in place and avoid entering the area if not.

We also reserve the right to take action against any vessel anywhere if one of our vessels feels endangered.

Fleet Gamma slipped quietly out of the concealed exits.

20 minutes later the fleet began to move towards their assigned area. They would arrive in 2-3 days.

Fleet Gamma:

Eight Vanguard class SSBNs, all armed with a classified mix of Tomahawks (7 per missile tube), Hovering Hawk air defence system (6 AAMs per HH) , Righteous Wrath heavy supersonic antiship missile (3 per tube) and Sea Trident antifleet ballistic missiles. Each Sea Trident carries 4 non-nuclear MIRV warheads with terminal guidance and DU penetrators. Each Vanguard also has Spearfish torpedoes and sail-mounted Starstreak SAMs for self defence.

Eight modified Astute class nuclear attack submarines each armed with a mix of Tomahawk, SubHarpoon, Spearfish and Distant Sword short range supercavitating torpedo. The modifications from the standard Astute class concern an experimental supercavitating round gun system for point defence and mine clearance. These are mounted in turrets fore and aft of the sail, with a third installation in a central ventral location, giving complete coverage except for directly aft of the propellor. Range is approx 1/2 a nautical mile, and fire rate from each gun is 200 rounds per minute. Blue-green Lidar is used for targeting.

Four Trafalgar class nuclear attack submarines each armed with Tomahawk, SubHarpoon, Spearfish, Distant Sword and Starstreak.

Das Furer has entered the area to observe and for peace keeping and relief purposes. We have no intent to attack British forces in the area.

OOC: Firstly, we're a little opposed to any foreign intervention, but any diplomatic dithering would be a laugh.

Brigadeführer Fredrickson sat heavily in the leather chair in his quarters. He had grabbed a half-bottle of brandy from the cupboard, and took a swig. He'd been against the invasion from the beginning, but no-one had listened.
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The tanks rolled onto the quay at Port Stanley one by one, to be counted and inspected by staff officers. The black-uniformed officers strode between the machines, noting the state of them and reprimanding or commending the crews. By nightfall the troops were unloaded, and all that was left was to await the British response...

OOC:
Numbers...

Land:

2 battalions of the 8th Waffen-SS (2388)

4 battalions of regulars (4776)

1 battalion of the 71st Waffen-SS Marines (1194)

1 Panzer group (350 Panther 2A2 MBT's, 700 Pkfw A44 IFV's)

Initial supplies are aboard the ships, whilst further supplies will be transported by air.

Sea:

Aircraft carrier, the Himmler

8 Type 48 Destroyers

Air:
55 ME204b's aboard the Himmler

Airstrike capability from South American mainland.


OOC

Could you specify how many and what type of ships carried the troops and armoured vehicles please?

Port Stanley isn't very big and I have this mental image of it being filled up wall to wall with RORO ferries...

OOC: TWoP: Right. Um, I don't actually know. I'm no good at the logistics, but needless to say, they've gone back to the mainland.

Brit Fed: Nope, he landed on the radio when he fell. It's a shoulder-mount.

IC: Klaus looked in horror at the radio. The front panel was cracked, exposing the wiring. One of the batteries was missing, and half the arial had snapped off.

"OhshitI'mgonnadie!" he burbled.

All he could do was wait for nightfall, and hope to hell that no-one came to find him.

From: The Wrath Of Poseidon
To: Das Furer

We point out that the exclusion zone applies to the vessels of all nations not actively allied to The British Federation.

If your fleet does not withdraw immediately it will be subject to sanction without further warning.

To Das Furer, London has restated the fact of the 300km exclusion zone around the islands. This is a war zone and Das Furer does not represent an international body with authority to police it, nor does Das Furer have interests in the British territories. It is repeated that Das Furen shipping inside the exclusion zone faces consideration as bearing of hostil intent, and the possibility of sinking.

Near Mt Pleasant

Quite some time had passed and there was no sign of enemy support following the sniper attack. Spotters hiding on the hill face over Klaus confirmed to forces on the rear face that one man was still down there. After a further few minutes of delay, and with night approaching, it was decided to pick him up, and two land cruisers packed with men crawled around the hill and towards the soldier's position. From the crest of the hill, Sgt.Harold kept his L96 trained on the cowering target, and watched as a trio of infantry soldiers disembarked a few dozen metres away and began to demand Klaus' surrender.

The North Atlantic

With the fleets in helicopter range of one another it would be just hours before they assembled under the command of Admiral Tobias Warren, currently aboard Ark Royal. There after the fleet's speed would be made about 18 knots and Ascension would soon be reached.

Some figures bemoaned the lack of third party abitration in the crisis, while others pointed out that American efforts to settle the issue with Argentina in the last conflict didn't do any good. The popular press was more or less treating this conflict in the same light as the last, although truth be told, nobody really knew what'd motivated this invasion. Was The New Aryan Leadership pulling a desperate Galtieri, or was it more complicated?

What NS time to RL time ratio are we using?

"So what are we going to do?" The officer asked the Captain as he weighed his decsions. Orders had came in from Kreiger himself that the fleet assist the NAS in any way possible Had they fled and returned to port in Argentina they would be seen as cowards and the Captain possibly court marshalled for disobeying a direct order.

However; he did not want to start a war between Das Furer and the British Federation. It seemed he had only one option left.

"Pull out of the exclusion zone." The captain commanded. "In the dead of night we will ask for permission to drop commandoes into the region and begin bombing campaigns with unmarked military. It is all we can do for now."

"Don't shoot! Please!" yelled Klaus, his hands in the air and his rifle on the ground. One of the three Englishmen stepped towards him, rifle at the hip.

"Get into the truck, you bugger" he said, motioning with his gun.

Klaus stared in incomprehension.

"In the truck, you stupid sod!" said the soldier, before grabbing him by the arm and hauling him towards the truck.

OOC: TWoP: Urm...Now?

Das Furer: The idea is that the situation is rather delicate, and any major action, even covert, will have severe repercussions. Thus, we're doing small things. Not running in and blowing up a few buildings.

Rules of engagement change.

Use of nuclear weapons is prohibited.

There is no friendly shipping in the exclusion zone except for a few fishing vessels in Port Stanley.

All military vessels are fair game - engage as desired.

The satellite image analyst hunched in front of a display looked up as his boss approached.

"How does it look?"

"Not wonderful sir - there is 100% cloud over the target area. We can get radarsat images but infrequently as we don't want to give too much away."

"Is there enough data for a Sea Trident for the Aryan carrier?"

"Barely sir. The re-entry vehicles will have to use IR lidar rather than passive targeting and they will be at correspondingly greater risk."

"No matter. The Man At The Top thinks that an early display of assertiveness will send the right message even if we miss this time around."

"Prepare a targeting package for upload, upload it and make a VLF message to V40 to make the shot."

"Yes Sir."

"Comms to Captain - VLF Flash Message authentication Victor Romeo Alpha 2 3 7."

"Codes XO."

"Sea Trident Captain, satellite uplink code Alpha, all warheads on primary target."

"Weapons - program Sea Trident tube Alpha."

"Tube Alpha programmed Sir."

"Captain to Con - firing depth, full stop."

"Con- firing depth achieved, boat is stationary."

"All hands - make ready for missile launch. This is not a drill."

"Open Tube Alpha."

"Tube Alpha Open Sir."

Following procedure even for a non-nuclear launch, the Captain and XO placed their keys into the firing panel.

"Turn Key - 3, 2, 1 - Turn"

They turned their keys simultaneously and the master firing button lit up.

"Tube alpha live and cleared for launch."

"Launch."

At this command the XO pressed the button.

A sizeable missile leapt out of an otherwise featureless ocean.

A few feet in the air, a rocket motor ignited and thrust the Sea Trident towards its destiny.

The third stage motor ignites, propelling the missile towards its maximum velocity.

The coasting missile uplinks to the missile control satellite and receives a target description.

The missile bus ejects a reentry vehicle, jinks and ejects another one.

This is repeated until all four reentry vehicles are in formation.

The missile bus has long since burnt up.

The reentry vehicles are currently spaced about 1 mile apart, descending almost vertically at Mach 10.

If you plotted their course, you would see that they are converging on the patch of ocean containing the Aryan fleet, although they are currently far above the clouds.

The British forces at sea joined up, still many days from anything close to the combat zone. They proceeded just as quickly as HMS Ocean could go. PM Bull was heard several times to mutter on the exclusion of, "the damnable cruise liner" from the fight, saying that he'd never have allowed her to be built to civilian specifications. Bull, incidentally, stood to lose a lot more than a few rocks if the war went badly. His ambitious budgeting had to yeild results, or strained tax payers and unhappy bankers would be the death of his free-spending administration.

"Oh, death to monetaries!" He was heard to bellow not so long ago.

Out at sea, the British fleet was a proud sight. Few nations the size of Britannia's little sixty-million-people'd realm could assemble a fleet like this. Facing the enemy's eight destroyers, fifty-five single-carrier-based aircraft, eight or so thousand regular and SS infantry, and three hundred and fifty tanks were three light carriers, one helicopter carrier, four assault and auxiliary landing ships, six destroyers, six frigates, 6,518 Royal Marines (including Royal Marine Reserves, who accounted for about 2/3rds of the total), thirty-six anti-submarine warfare helicopters, six helicopter gunships and two command helicopters, twenty-seven transport helicopters, twenty-four Sea Harrier 3 and Harrier GR9B, thirty Challenger 2 battle tanks, seventy-one light armoured vehicles, eighty-two softskins, and a dozen 105mm light guns, plus the five-hundred soldiers and associated light vehicles, helicopters, and four Tornado F.3 already at Mt Pleasant.

The British had more hulls to keep the fight going, but the Aryans had the unsinkable carrier that was their mainland, all be it some flying time from the theatre. The attackers also had the British outnumbered two-to-one in combat jets, and ten fold in battle tanks, as well as having a thousand extra soldiers. The numbers weren't quite so heavily stacked against Britannia as they had been against Argentina, but the Argies hadn't landed battle tanks. How they'd be faced off was anybody's guess. It was probable that TNAS flew jets superior to the Sky Hawk and Mirage III faced in '82, as well.

...still, the British jets didn't rely on Sidewinder, these days, either, and again the hope was that what was this time a quartet of nuclear submarines might play a heavy part in Britain's favour. A note from First Sea Lord
Admiral Sir Brendan Whyte to another concerned party read simply, "Nb! We’ve got to sink that carrier! Trafalgar, Talent, and Sceptre; get to it!"

Falklanders counted-down the days to the fleet's anticipated arrival, and the first Aryan prisoner was trucked back to Mt Pleasant, where he'd be invited to explain his presence on British soil.

OOC: WoP, I'm being quite fluid with the progression of time. I mean, at the moment, only a few hours have passed in a few days, with the sniper incident and the capture of the prisoner, but I suspect that I'll want to skip several days to get my task force closer, since it takes over two weeks to get from the UK to the South Atlantic.
I don't want anybody to try to win the war too soon without a good chance of failing. I see it being a low key afair for a few weeks (RP time) with a big incident perhaps turning it one way or the other.

On board the Type 48 Destroyer NASS Hamburg

"Herr Kapitän! Objects on radar, the signals are faint but they're moving at high speeds"

Kapitän Heckler looked up from his maps, "Direction?" he demanded.

"They're approaching the Falklands from the east"

"That means..."

"Sir?"

"Oberleutnant! Signal the Himmler: Missiles incoming from east, deploy defensive procedures!"
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On board the NASS Himmler

"Herr Kapitän, urgent message from the Hamburg, incoming missiles!"

"Deploy anti-missile defences. Do you have a lock?"

"Aye, sir"

"Fire at will"
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The cluster of defensive missiles hissed, flared, and shot from their racks. The guidance systems registered the target and adjusted the steering fins appropriately.

After a few minutes of flight, the missiles adjusted their trajectories once again, and after a little while longer slammed into their targets. Three of which went down in flames.
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"Herr Kapitän, countermeasures were only a partial success. One missile still on course"

"Hold onto something"

OOC: Himmler hit just above the waterline. Nothing much gone wrong save that about thirty blokes are dead and another hundred wounded in some manner. Oh, and there's a great big hole in the side, but we're still floating. HOWEVER. The ship is at a bit of an angle, and is not going to be able to launch any aircraft until repaired. Thus, they're going to take off from Stanley airport instead.


OOC

Few teensie weensie problems here.

First - you didn't do the maths. These are coming in at Mach 10 on a suborbital trajectory. 30 miles range is 20 seconds flight time. Missiles that take several minutes to get there have missed already :-)

Second, they are coming in from above, they aren't sea skimming missiles. So although I only expect one of the four to hit the carrier (They're not spectacularly accurate), that one will hit the flight deck, not the waterline.

Thirdly they use DU penetrators. Think of them as super-fast antitank shells rather than missiles. The effect will be to make a hole in several successive decks, and each of those interdeck spaces will be filled with white hot burning uranium.

The ship levels should have watertight doors shut, but the hanger deck will be toast, and anything parked on the flight deck will be having a very bad day due to debris splashed up from the flight deck.

Quite honestly, I suspect that only any aircraft currently in flight will be usable again.

OOC: WoP, I'm being quite fluid with the progression of time. I mean, at the moment, only a few hours have passed in a few days, with the sniper incident and the capture of the prisoner, but I suspect that I'll want to skip several days to get my task force closer, since it takes over two weeks to get from the UK to the South Atlantic.
I don't want anybody to try to win the war too soon without a good chance of failing. I see it being a low key afair for a few weeks (RP time) with a big incident perhaps turning it one way or the other.

OOC

Fear not - I'm not going to try and retake the islands with submarines!

However clearing out all competing naval forces makes it just like the last Falklands :-)

OOC: Right. Seeing as I know basically nothing about modern naval warfare, I ask that you post wot happens to my ship. Please don't break it too much. Oh, and surely it's rather unfair (Even if it is a good tactic) to simply blow up all my ships with super-nasty missiles from 3000 miles away?

Brit Fed: The NAS fields the ME204b. Just imagine a Eurofighter and paint the nose yellow and the rest in greenish camo. Also, the basic info for the Panther 2A2 and Pkfw A44 can be seen on my (In-progress) nation site.

OOC:

The Wrath Of Poseidon, I would ask that you remove yourself from this RP as clearly you have no idea what this is supposed to be about.

I applaud your relatively good knowlede of SLBMs but you are quite simply an idiot and deserve to have your nation wiped out as a consequence.
Firstly without any warning or without any reconaissance data of their ships location you launch a ballistic missile. Ballistic missiles use inertial guidance so there is no way of guiding them onto a moving target and with a CEP of about 30m a Trident has a pretty much zero chance of doing anything other than hitting the ocean.

Secondly and far more importanlty you have fired a ballistic missile at another nation's fleet and they would have no idea whether it was conventionally or nucelar armed. This is why conventional ballistic missiles are a stupid idea. If my fleet had been targeted by a ballistic missile, even while the missile was being tracked in the air, an emergency message would have been sent to nuclear command which would have been put on maxmum alert and your submarine, its location obvious by the missile trajectory would have been identified, sunk and your nation would be facing nuclear retaliation as we would percieve that you launched a nuclear attack agaisnt us in the first place.

Thirdly, you are a very small n00bish nation and there is no way you would have access to SSBNs and nuclear missiles on a large scale. Given that each missile cosst upward of 75 million, you would certainly not be able to affor firing them in the vague hope of hitting af few tiny ships in the middle of the South Atlantic.

Fourthly, regardless of the above, you actions in this conflict are totally unwarranted, so far NAS has committed no hostile action agaisnt any warships nor your nation and so far the crisis has been a standoof not all out attacks against each other. By firing a ballistic missile (and maybe hitting and sinking an NAS ship) you have dramatically escalated the conflict and it may make NAs reinforce his positions and his fleet,making it that much moire difficult to liberate the isalnds.

Due to the reasons above, I strongly reccommend that all nations ignore this attack, and allow WoP to take back his action.

OOC: Great RP, you're all good RPers.

Just thought I'd let you know. Lol. I'm a Brit.

OOC: Right. Seeing as I know basically nothing about modern naval warfare, I ask that you post wot happens to my ship. Please don't break it too much. Oh, and surely it's rather unfair (Even if it is a good tactic) to simply blow up all my ships with super-nasty missiles from 3000 miles away?

Brit Fed: The NAS fields the ME204b. Just imagine a Eurofighter and paint the nose yellow and the rest in greenish camo. Also, the basic info for the Panther 2A2 and Pkfw A44 can be seen on my (In-progress) nation site.

OOC

I don't plan to kill all your ships with Sea Tridents, they're only useful for really big targets like carriers.

However the first rule of submarine warfare is that fair fights don't exist!


IC

All across the Aryan fleet alarms went off as air defence radars detected the reentry vehicles.

Unfortunately Mach 10 incoming is unforgiving of human procedures and by the time the officers in charge had been told of the situation it was already too late.

A couple of automatic missile defense systems got rounds away, but even they weren't up to the job of intercepting the incoming devices.

Using the same principles that applied to the Vulcan raids on Port Stanley Airport in the first Falklands War, the four reentry vehicles were aimed in a line bisecting the flight deck, in the hope that one would hit.

As they were aimed to fly far enough apart that an ABM would only take out one rv, they arrived a steady 4 seconds apart.

The kinetic energy of a 1600g rv striking at 1.5miles/sec is about that released by 1.5 tons of TNT. Small compared to the nuclear warhead that it could have been, nevertheless a lot of water was flashed into steam when the first struck the water 100 yards to port.

The resulting wave had hardly begun to ripple out when the second rv cleanly stuck the flight deck, just forward of the aft deck lift.

Everyone on board heard the enormous impact. A great globe of molten steel formed and splashed away as below decks a great lance of ravening fire punched through several decks.

DU penetrators get sharper as they go as an excess layer is stripped off with each penetration, so in each case molten metal from the deck plates being punched through was scattered far and wide, igniting everything flammable they struck.

Of all the decks affected, the hanger deck was the worst. The fragile machines parked and being worked on were scattered as a ravening wave of destruction exploded all the ordnance stacked ready to be loaded.

On the flight deck itself, the scattered fragments from the strike scattered outwards at enormous speed. One of those white hot fragments spalled through the fuel tank of a Messerschmitt that had just been raised on the deck lift. The explosion of that aircraft set off more in the deck park.

The carrier heeled wildly over as the wave from the first near miss hit broadside on, only to be immediately hit on the other side by the wave generated by the third. This mad rolling caused several deck parked aircraft to break free, crash into each other and finally fall over the side.

Finally a little further off the final round had narrowly missed a destroyer, which itself was rolled to 50 degrees of list by the resulting gout of steam.

All through the fleet, destroyers coped with the sudden artificial storm front.

OOC

OK, you've got fires on four decks including big ones on the hanger and flight decks.

I don't know the internal layout of your ship, except I know the hanger deck has to be 1 or 2 decks down from the flight deck so I'll leave you to RP the damage control procedures and casualties.

The carrier isn't sunk, but it will probably need to be towed away, and I don't think more than 1 or 2 lucky aircraft will have escaped damage.

OOC:

The Wrath Of Poseidon, I would ask that you remove yourself from this RP as clearly you have no idea what this is supposed to be about.

I applaud your relatively good knowlede of SLBMs but you are quite simply an idiot and deserve to have your nation wiped out as a consequence.
Firstly without any warning or without any reconaissance data of their ships location you launch a ballistic missile. Ballistic missiles use inertial guidance so there is no way of guiding them onto a moving target and with a CEP of about 30m a Trident has a pretty much zero chance of doing anything other than hitting the ocean.

Secondly and far more importanlty you have fired a ballistic missile at another nation's fleet and they would have no idea whether it was conventionally or nucelar armed. This is why conventional ballistic missiles are a stupid idea. If my fleet had been targeted by a ballistic missile, even while the missile was being tracked in the air, an emergency message would have been sent to nuclear command which would have been put on maxmum alert and your submarine, its location obvious by the missile trajectory would have been identified, sunk and your nation would be facing nuclear retaliation as we would percieve that you launched a nuclear attack agaisnt us in the first place.

Thirdly, you are a very small n00bish nation and there is no way you would have access to SSBNs and nuclear missiles on a large scale. Given that each missile cosst upward of 75 million, you would certainly not be able to affor firing them in the vague hope of hitting af few tiny ships in the middle of the South Atlantic.

Fourthly, regardless of the above, you actions in this conflict are totally unwarranted, so far NAS has committed no hostile action agaisnt any warships nor your nation and so far the crisis has been a standoof not all out attacks against each other. By firing a ballistic missile (and maybe hitting and sinking an NAS ship) you have dramatically escalated the conflict and it may make NAs reinforce his positions and his fleet,making it that much moire difficult to liberate the isalnds.

Due to the reasons above, I strongly reccommend that all nations ignore this attack, and allow WoP to take back his action.

ooc

There is a two word answer that I choose not to use.

Unlike yourself, I took care to ask a principal protagonist whether he wanted my involvement before shipping in a sizeable fleet.

The inertial CEP of a Trident is small enough to hit an aircraft carrier if you aim at the right place. My missile can update the target position from satellite uplink during flight - all of which I mentioned and which you clearly forgot to read. There was also RP of satellite surveillance before launch, all of which you ignored.

I realised the risk of a nuclear response to a conventional slbm, and chose to live with it. I think the ability to neutralise a carrier task group from 3-4000 miles away is worth it, and submarines are always going to be at risk. You can't RP attacking my nation as the physical location is concealed.

Also there are enough non-nuclear ballistic missiles in the world to make a nuclear response while the missile is on flight inappropriate just because it was launched from a submarine. Any nation doing that deserves to find itself in a nuclear war.

Then someone incapable of doing the maths complains about my equipment. The current defence budget of the Wrath is 22% of budget or $222 billion, about half of the RL USA, and at the generally accepted construction timescale of 1 NS year to 1 RL week there has been ample time to build the fleet, especially as the Wrath has no army or air force,

As for escalating the conflict, basically if someone's going to godmod an invasion on their first post they can expect to lose an asset or two.

Finally, I clearly announced that the Wrath was taking enforcement action of the British Federation declared exclusion zone on behalf of them, and if you can't be bothered to read the thread that's your problem.

OOC: Well, If a Royal Navy Invincible class carrier has 1071 personnel, then I will randomly select a similar number such as...984, and that's how many are on board mine. Were on board. Since lots are dead now.

Say...76 dead, and most of the crew suffered injuries of some sort. Well, as you said, there's a big bastard hole in the middle of my ship, so I think it'd better bugger off home again. Right. I've lost the ability to launch aircraft from the fleet, so everything will need to fly over from the mainland. That'll be about 15 minutes extra time, then. :)

Thankfully (For WoP) the NAS has no nuclear capability beyond it's nuclear power stations, so will not respond in so nasty a manner.

Something nasty for the man on the ground, though. Due to recent developments in ammunition, the NAS's snipers are to be issued with a limited supply of 'Jackal' rounds. Here is the first post:
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The idea for the Jackal round was taken from the book 'Day of the Jackal' by Frederick Forsyth. During the book, the main character has a set of rifle rounds specially made with an amount of mercury inside.
When fired, the mercury is forced to the rear of the round, and upon impact is propelled forwards with great force, breaking through the outer layer of the round and scything through the target.
Practical testing proved the theory with great success, and a section of an existing manufacturing facility has been prepared for production of the round, which is to be available in 7.92x44 NAS, 7.62mm NATO and 7.62x51mm Russian only.

7.92x44 NAS - 10 USD p/20 rounds.

7.62mm NATO/7.62x51mm Russian - 25 USD p/20 rounds.

OOC: I don't think that the UN has made a rule against using this sort of round, but if anyone did, then they'd make one quick as thinking. Thus, UN nations will likely not be able to use this in a little while.
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Snipers are only issued with ONE mag of these, the rest being standard 7.92x44 NAS FMJ.

OOC
NAS:
To clarify: You're taking the whole fleet back, including all the destroyers?

If so then the situation parallels the RL Falklands war when one decisive and controversial stroke from a submarine persuaded the Argentine Navy to go back home and stay there.

Oh yes, and no threats please - I didn't nuke you, just used an unconventional approach. Surprise is a legitimate part of combat.

All:
This Falklands War will be on a more even footing if no-one else tries to bring a uberfleet in, which is the main point of my blockade.

IC

CIC Southern Ops, Naval HQ, The Wrath of Poseidon to The Grand Shark

Sir,
I beg leave to report that Gamma Fleet has reached its assigned operational area.

OOC: Um. What? Fleet back? Where'd you get that idea? I'm sending the carrier back, yes, and an escort destroyer, but nothing more.

I know you didn't nuke me, but UE said a few posts ago that I might have got the wrong impression, so I was simply informing you that even if I had got the wrong impression, there was bugger all I could've done about it. Also, the post about the new ammunition was just to keep you up to date, and so you couldn't accuse me of godmodding just in case I used one in a squad-level rp.

Methinks we'd best wait for BritFed to post again.

OOC: Hm. Some controversy there, I see. I partly agree with what UE said about the possible major escalation that was a bit out of hand, but we all seem to be playing fairly nice so perhaps it's okay. If you don't mind, I'll say that a fair few days have passed, because Britain can't do much for more than two weeks after the attack, since we're so far away. If anyone wanted to do something else during the first week of the crisis do write it in, next post, and if required I'll retrospectively respond to it.
Oh, and thanks, Sandemonia :)

IC: At Mt Pleasant the Aryan prisoner continued to face interrogation on the motivation for the invasion, his purpose in being almost alone and so far from the rest of his force, and the strength of attacking forces.

The apparent great concentration of enemy armour meant that what few anti-tank mines were available had been deployed to defend the base, and every round of anti-tank ammunition was broken out ready for use.

The British garrison didn't yet know that the single enemy carrier had been damaged and withdrawn, and the Tornadoes and most of the helicopters remained grounded under the watch of Rapier and Starstreak SAMs, and 7.62mm and 12.7mm machineguns. Sniper, spotter, and anti-tank teams continued to venture into surrounding hills, but no attempt was made to launch offensive operations against the much larger invading force.

The British fleet meanwhile was approaching Ascension, while lonely HMS Edinburgh arrived off Tristan da Cunha. Little seemed to have happened to avert the possibility of serious combat.

OOC: Um. What? Fleet back? Where'd you get that idea? I'm sending the carrier back, yes, and an escort destroyer, but nothing more.


OOC

Oh, it's just that those 7 destroyers are still in the exclusion zone.

(OOC: I'm not quite familar with the Falkland Islands and what you guys got planned here. I had planned to join in order to assist my fellow National Socialist nation, but if you think I'm only hindering the battle I'll step out. I still got a small fleet right outside the excursion zone and troops ready for air drops just in case...)

730nm East of East Falkland, South Atlantic

The flightdeck of the aircraft carrier Audacity heaved in predawn darkness. Under the glare of floodlights and the glow of afterburners, the deck crew choreographed the usual dance of planes as air defence fighters took off and landed every few minutes, along with ASW and AEW aircraft, all dedicated to protecting Task Force 81 from any hostile action.

Just forward of The Island structure, Elevator number 2 reached the deck, and within seconds a single EA-135C (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=315531) Tactical Fighter rolled off, being pulled by a deck tractor. Moving silently, the light grey, sleek aircraft could be distinguished from others of its type on deck as on its centreline, a low-observables pod was attached. The new tactical Reconaissance Pod, finally gave the Navy a decent long range recon capability which would now be used for real.

A minute later, the plane was then unhitched and parked just behind Catapault 4 where thw ings were hydraulically unfolded. A few figures moved around it and as the canopy oprened, a pilot appeared, walking from the island towards his mount. Lieutenant Shamir, cocky and arrogant as any Navy pilot checked his flight gear one last time before climbing into the cockpit via a ladder.

As the canopy slowly closed, the aircraft chief called out via intercom from outside, “Okay L.T. ready for pre-flight?”

“Yup, lets do this.”
“Fuel Check”
“Check, All tanks reporting Green, range to target 733 nautical miles.”
“Internal Bays.”

The picked checked the stores computer and saw the weapons matched the mission requirements, 2 EAW-78 BVRAAMs and 2 EAW-67 SRAAMs and of course the recon pod. "Check."

“Arrestor Hook.”
The pilot flicked a switch and the tailhook lowered, "Extending."
The plane chief then went over to inspect it, "Check."
The Lieutenant then flicked the switch back to retract the hook. "Retracting."
Once again the chief checked the hook had retracted properly, "Secure."
“AAR Probe.” The two then repreated exactly teh same procedure for the air to air refuelling probe.
“Ejector Seat.”
The pilot flicks a switch, “Armed and Ready.”
“Flight Controls.”
He moves the stick around a but and sees a thumbs up from several ground crew, “Check.”
“IFF”
“Check.”
“Comms.”
“Check.”
“Left Intake.”
“Check.”
“Right Intake.”
“Check.”
“FCS, ECS, AWP, MPCB.”
“All green, go for flight.”
"Okay Lt. signing off, good luck."
Lt. Shamir is now handed over to a different deck officer who gives the start up hand signal.“Okay Light ‘em, up.”
“Copy, okay for start.”
Outside the group the deck crew step back as the engines spool up.
“Engine up...throttle 15%...Turbine online, I'm good to go"
"Roger contact tower."
Lieutenant Shamir switches to the frequency for the combat direction centre, “Silver Six One, ready to go.”

“Roger, Silver Six, cleared to taxi to Cat 4.”

The throttle idling, the plane gently started to roll towards the catapult.
Three minutes later and the plane was affixed to the cat. Shamir realised that his fate was now in the hands of the catapult officer, since in heavy seas like this it would take just seconds of mistiming to fire when the bow was pitching down, giving the pilots barely enough time to contemplate the ejection handle and nevertheless it seemed probable that the ship would hit the bomb laden plane before it sank anyway.

This thought in mind, he pushed to the throttles to military power and snapped a salute to the deck officer. Seconds later the plane was blasting down the deck and then soared into the air somewhat gracefully and mishap free. As the pilottook control back from the computer he banked after retracting the gear, and began to climb, heading east towards Stanley.

OOC: This is merely a recon aircraft so it won't engage unless fire upon although given its stealthiness you won't detect it unless it gets very close to a radar.

OOC:I see that TNAS has been inactive for five days. I do not know if this is a temporary thing, or whether he shall not return. I'm not sure how to proceed... there's a significant possibility of British forces being required elsewhere, but I don't want to abandon the RP too soon. Hm.

OOC: I'd like to apologise for the two weeks and a bit that I've been away. The first three days were due to the confiscation of my keyboard, and the two weeks were an unforseen trip to my grandparents. Again, I apologise for the inconvenience this will have caused.

TWoP: 7 destroyers. So? The exclusion zone is enforced by BritFed to keep peeps out, and my remaining ships are IN. They're just floating around Port Stanley, ready to fend off a surface naval/air attack.

OOC: I'd like to apologise for the two weeks and a bit that I've been away. The first three days were due to the confiscation of my keyboard, and the two weeks were an unforseen trip to my grandparents. Again, I apologise for the inconvenience this will have caused.

TWoP: 7 destroyers. So? The exclusion zone is enforced by BritFed to keep peeps out, and my remaining ships are IN. They're just floating around Port Stanley, ready to fend off a surface naval/air attack.
OOC

You seem to be under a misapprehension about exclusion zones - they don't just apply to the boundaries!

Anywhere in that 350km radius your forces are subject to attack.

OOC: Oh, hm, are we to carry-on with this, then?

We send our moral support to Britain. If we can help in any way, please let us know.

Part of an Official Release to the International Community over the current circumstances:

"...The Government of Falastur condemns this attack on on sovereign British territory as an act of blatant unnecessary aggression, and would like to publicly announce their full and total support of the United Kingdom in this conflict. As a member of the Commonwealth of Nations, led by the United Kingdom, we feel obliged to help our patron nation, however whether our aid will be military, economic, diplomatic, or of another type, it is yet to be decided..."

OOC: In other words, I won't send any military forces into the warzone unless you both will allow it. And if you do, I will send in only a small force consisting of 12 combat ships (including 1 carrier) and 2 supply ships. BTW, Falastur is in the South Atlantic roughly on the Tropic of Capricorn, and slightly nearer to Africa than South America. Based on a calculation between 2 approximate coordinates (Falastur and the Falklands) I'm roughly 3,300 miles/2,900 nautical miles away. My navy can get there in around 100 hours.....

Edit: But I've just spotted this is a closed RP so I'll keep it to diplomacy...