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Admiralty Base, Liverpewl.
Admiral Clark slammed the beige folder down on the table.
"This gentlemen, is Operation: Victory Again"
Admiral Clark went on to explain the finer details, to the general Navy Staff at the meeting room.
"Basically, it consists of a carrier group operating off the African Cape, an invasion by Royal Marines, and some bombing raids. I must warn you gentlemen - this is NOT a MoD authorized operation. Top secret."
The Navy Staff around all nodded. This was usual - MoD and The Royal Navy were not friendly. It was a sort of feud between to the two departments.
Admiral Wavell, CiC of all Royal Marines operations, voiced his concern for his troops.
"How many men are you thinking of comitting here? Do we have recon of Praetonian positions? Do we have a blockade in place? How are we co-ordinating with the Army and the Airforce?"
General Wavell usually asked such questions - but Clark respected that. Wavell was a well known General, loved by his troops mainly because he was always in the front lines.
"Very well Dave."
Clark usually called the staff by their first names - it wasn't usually military policy in Hogsweat, but he wanted to feel friendly with his co-workers.
"I'm thinking of about four thousand of your guys, you can go if you want, around one thousand para's and some CSAL operations. Its all navy sponsored. We aren't getting Hogsweatian Army and RAF in on this."
Wavell nodded, and Clark ended the meeting with
"No more questions? Okay, the operation begins tomorow. Everything is in place."

Four hours later, Falklands Skies
The P4M Mercator stayed high in the sky, taking pictures of Praetonian military bases and troop positions. Thanks to its partners, they had the whole picture.

Five hours Later, Port Stanley
"Okay Squadron Leader, do you have sights on target?"
"That is a ... positive, target is in our sights, bombs away!"

244 Squadron was a Avro Vulcan bomber squadron - five planes, as was its counterpart, 422 squadron, another Vulcan unit.

As 244 released its munitions, around 47,670 kg of free fall bombs, 422 closed down and launched an array of AGM Shrike 45 missiles at the hangars.

The bombers flew away, thinking they were in the clear. But the sounds of bombs and missiles isn't quiet - Port Stanley authorities had alerted the nearby destroyer squadron, and they steamed towards the bombers, letting off Javelin anti-air missiles.

"This is squadron leader, got something on radar, its .. A MISSILE!"
Lights flashed, and the words
Pull up, Pull Up
Appeared on his screen. He knew what to do. Squadron leader pulled back on the throttle, sending the craft screaming downwards. But times had changed. That tactic no longer worked, as deadly reality came out on top and the missile smashed into the side of the Vulcan. It made a mighty explosion, ripping apart squadron leader's hull and sending the aircraft spiralling down into the wet ground. It was noted that Squadron Leader Blue 1, of 244 Squadron was definitly killed in action as his craft was noted to explode on contact with the ground.

Another missile was fired, and it zoomed at high speeds into the squadron, picking out a Vulcan that had engine problems - Wingman Blue 5, 244 squadron. The missile slammed right into his malfunctioning left engine, destroying it and the craft spiralled down. Thankfully, the rest of the pilots noticed a parachute ejecting, and as the craft exploded the pilot let off a flare. They prayed he would live.

As the ships had followed the craft out into the sea, Carrier Group: Noble decided to launch aircraft from a carrier, HMS - Colours.

Four squadrons, twenty aircraft of Sea Harrier FA. Mk2, launched quickly from Colours, and flew out of formation, scattered, towards the Praetonian fleet.

They were armed each with two Sea Eagle Anti Shipping missiles, and two free fall 454kg bombs. As was standard practice, the Harriers began evasive targets, dodging missiles and canon fire to stream along side the ships, launching Sea Eagles at the bottom, hitting the bottom, just below the waterline with special anti shipping missiles. Then, their wingpartner would fly above dropping the 454KG's on the deck. However, this practice was risky.

"Okay Blue 2, i'm goin on on the side, come in in about ten seconds
"Roger that Blue 1"

Blue 1 streamed along the side, evading cannon fire, and launched his missiles. He tried to pull up, when he noticed he was leaking fuel. To his alarm a cannon shot had hit the fuel line, and he was out. With a scream, his life was estuingished as, in a last act of defiance, he crashed his plane into the side of the missile defence frigate. The bombs droppped hit the bridge, and to a multitude of cheering on the radio, the ship capsized, burning. The flames licked up the spilt fuel, as many of the Praetonian sailors that abandoned deck burnt to their deaths.

As his wingmate fell to a missile, Blue 8 was left with no missile counterpart - all he had left was his initial bombing run, as a missile he fired missed the bridge, and the second missile missed again and plunged into the water. He gritted his teeth, and flew straight at the deck of the ship, canon blazing at crew running for cover. He pulled back on the joystick, just as he reached the bridge, and cursed. Bombs stuck. The last thing he knew was seeing a Praetonian captain with wide eyes,staring unbeleivably as his staff dashed out of the bridge.

Blue 7, who hadn't been killed, just crashed and picked up by a Praetonian light cruiser, smiled as she watched the Harrier loaded with bombs smash into the bridge and bring another destroyer burning, crew jumping overboard.

Seeing all their squadron mates flying for home, objectives still alive, Red 1, 2, 3, and 4 dived down on a destroyer. The whole group fired all their missiles, eight anti shipping Sea Eagles right ontop of the deck, and also let their bombs loose right down onto the deck to. They pulled up, fled for home, but the heroes victory was short lived - the light cruiser opened up with missiles, bringing down Red 1 and 2 right ontop of the Praetonian destroyer they had just destroyed, crashing straight down and exploding onto it. The ship was doomed. Explosions rocketed all around, shrapnel flew and barely any Praetonian sailors made it off. Red 2 however, ejected and was picked up by the Praetonian light cruiser.

Praetonia Already Laid claim to the Falken Islands.

Emergency Meeting of the Cabinet, Praeton

On the morning of July 29th the memebrs Praetonian cabinet were woken by Imperial Police Officers at 3:00am, who then escorted them to an emergency meeting in the Cabinet Office. They were all groggy and tired, none of them had any idea of what was happening thousands of miles away in the Praetonian Falklands.

The Prime Minister himself arrived fashionably late, as always, although he had woken some time before. "Ladies and gentlemen, mere minutes ago the Falkland Islands were attacked by Hogsweatian military forces. This included a multitude of Avro Vulcan bombers, which sunk three of our ships stationed in the area. We also suspect that they are employing a substantial amount of naval force, inculding at least one carrier." At this point the Minister of Defence stood up and said,

"Then let us wipe their navy from the seas," he banged his fist on the table, "our intelligence tells us they have only 150 ships and they are of an old British design."

The Prime Minister, slightly annoyed at being interupted by the tired and slightly hung over Defence Minsiter said, "That is exactly what we dont want. I dont want a long and protracted war with this nation. The media know nothing and the only communication from the island is directly to secure government offices via converted undersea telegraph cable. All I want is these people off our islands."

The Defence Minister was too tired to argue, "Well how are we going to do it? Have they landed troops yet?"

The Prime Minister, happy that he wouldn't have to engage in the usual long disputes with his cabinet coleague again, said, "We shall defend ourselves of course. We shall order the ships to cause as much damage to their carriers as possible and we shall fority ourselves. We have 5,000 heavy infantrymen on that island. They can do plenty to defend it. We shall fority ourselves around the mount Pleasant military base and the major towns. That way we can win without a major war."

There was silence for a short while, and then the ministers all murmured their agreement, and walked out of the room, wondering how their troops were faring all that way away.

OOC: Im going to sleep... so tired... will do more tomorrow.

OOC: Think about the poor sheep when bombing the strategically important Falkland Islands :P

EDIT: I'll stay quiet now, don't want to ruin your RP but I had to see to it that no sheep are harmed.

OOC: lol i am going to OMG N0)K teh sheepz.

no, ill probably just enslave them and use them as target practice or cover. =D


Carrier Colours, Briefing Room

The admiral spoke up, above the rustling of the Harrier pilots.
"Alright gentlmen, listen up"
He took his stick thingy, and pointed it to a mountain in the Falklands.
"This is Mount Pleasant. Major military installation, our P4D's have found it and we are going to take it out. You will receive some help from the Vulcan squadrons, and you will get to know them well over the coming days. We know that we lost around seven planes, but we took out three ships, including a missile defence. All ships were noted out of action.
There was some minor cheering, but the pilots were all tight knit, and they had lost some good friends in the naval bombings.
"Of course, you wont be using anti-ship missiles for this next attack"
(OOC// Slighty moddy, but then again the Tornado can carry up to 9000kg and its smaller)
an image appeared, of a missile with a smaller laser point on the end.
"This, boys and girls is the L88 Electronically Laser Guided Anti Installation Device. ELGAID, for you lazy people. The ELGAID, once pinpointed onto a target, will follow that target to the death. The ELGAID is most useful, because you can fly, get a laser point, fiire, and fly off without worrying if the missile will go astray because of your immediately ascension. In advance, you will be equipped with four of these missiles, each weighing 1300 KG of ordnance inside. Once the laser has guided the missiles own mini engine to the target, the engine is abandoned, it explodes, and the missile turns into a free fall bomb. The weight of the missile makes it usually unstoppable to land. Very nasty gentlemen. Now, since theres only 13 of you left... we are bringin some new recruits. They aren't like your old wingmates, they haven't fought yet and they are still cocky. Show them how its done. Alright, at ease. Shows over ladies and gentlemen."

The pilots left the briefing room, slightly discouraged at the losses and the new replacements. They knew the recruits would never match up to their friends.

Once the harriers were in the air, they entered a formation. The old pilots, decorated veterans, were getting irritated by the constant chatter of the young 'uns, as they were reffered to. It seemed like every second, this would pop up
"Lets show those Praetonian bastards hell!"
"Yeah! I can't wait to mush some of those trash!"
The veterans would scold the new recruits, with such phrases as
"Have respect for other nationalities. Your only here becuase they managed to kill what you replaced"

The chatter went on until the target was in range, and as it was the two squadrons split into wing groups of five, two a squadron. They split off, one wing group to the left of the squadrons starting, one to the right. As soon a they came in range, the AA defences flared up, and almost immediately a missile spun into the bottom of Blue 5's belly, trailing thick black smoke and bringing the plane down to the ground, hitting a tree and exploding. The chatter turned to cursing, as an enraged friend dived onto an AA emplacement, canon firing. The tracer 30MM ripped threw the missile emplacement, deestroying it in a fireball and the Harrier pulled up, doing a victory roll, as the pilot screamed through the mic
"Thats for you Charlie!!!"

Just as the Harrier's entered range, The squadron of Avro Vulcans (Still Eight of them) came into the islands, but the destroyer squadron was waiting for them. They turned their missiles on the bombers, downing another one and making another one head for home, smoke billowing out of its engines.
The Vulcans reached maximum height, unleashing their free fall bombs onto the base, and a lucky missile downed a Vulcan, as the tip went straight into the nose, exploding half way in the middle of the craft, turning it into a fireball of death. The vulcan crashed miles below. Noone survived.

The Vulcans turned for home, heading a different path to avoid the destroyers. High in the sk, an AWACS E3 monitored the situation, reporting everything back to Admiral Clark.

Information Report... Processing... SENT
Harriers Downed = 4
Harriers unable to drop payload = 2
Vulcans downed = 2
Vulcans unable to drop payload = 1
Destroyer Squadron Status = 5 Destroyers, 1 Missile Defence Cruiser, 1 Light Cruiser


Several bombs had failed to detonate, but mainly most had hit Mount Pleasure.

ROYAL NAVY STATUS IN FALKLANDS

Carrier Group: Noble
HMS Colours - Invincible Class Aircraft Carrier ::VETERAN:: 18 Harrier FA Mk2, Five Navy Lynx's
HMS Truth !!OUT OF ACTION!! - Invincible Class Aircraft Carrier - 20 Harrier FA Mk2, Five Navy Lynx's
HMS Reconciliation -!!OUT OF ACTION!! Type 23 Frigate
HMS Pillar of Autumn - Type 23 Frigate ::VETERAN::
HMS Covenance- Type 42 Destroyer
HMS Kneel - !!OUT OF ACTION!!Type 42 Destroyer
HMS Jupiter - Swiftsure Class Submarine
HMS Magnificent - Swiftsure Class Submarine ::VETERAN::
HMS Steel - !!OUT OF ACTION!!Type 22 Frigate
HMS Ashen - !!OUT OF ACTION!!Type 22 Frigate

Hey, when are the superpowers going to wake up and give nation's their rightful land back to them. The Falkland Islands belongs to Argentina, not to the British. You British still pretend like you still run the world, but in reality are just a stoge of America and are just a shadow of what you used to be. So get the hell off Argentinian land, or else this time they will defeat you for real.

1.) get out of here, this is a Praetonia V Hogsweat war. I just have a monarchy.
2.)The British Colonized the Falklands islands, not the Argentinians. Because Argentina was a Spanish colony.
3.) it is NOT rightful Argentine territory.
4.) Discuss this in TG, instead of going straight into an RP.
5.) We do NOT act like we rule the world. And in fact, The British Pound is better than the USD and the Euro, and the Japanese Yen. So, shut the hell up you American/French/Russian/Anti-BritishImperialism dog.
6.) And actually, the Falklands should have its sovereignty, not governed by Argentina.
7.) Britain is a stoge of America. Of course, thats why America FORCED Britain to take part in the Gulf War. http://www.bushflash.com/brits.html

Mt Pleasant Military Base

Mt Pleasant on the surface was little more than rubble. As soldiers ran to find cover or man anti-aircraft guns, their barrack blocks exploded outwards as missiles slammed into them. Men were gunned down by the planes as they ran to a safe place, although several planes were destroyed in return.

Luckily Mt Pleasant Military Base was not merely on the surface. All of the supplies, including the ammunition, were kept below ground, along with the emplaced light artillery and machinegun posts. Almost invisible to a casual observer, guns pointed out through the mountain at strategicaly place locations.

9th Destroyer Squadron, 17:00

The conference room aboard the flagship, the PWS Dragon, was a hive of activity. The Captains from the seven ramining ships had been summoned to the Dragon, where Rear Admiral Tiberius was to outline their plan of attack.

"Ladies and gentlemen, quiet down please," the Rear Admiral said casualy, and immediately the room fell silent, "we have received orders from Praeton to sail out and meet the enemy fleet. We have little chance of returning from this mission, even less of returning under our own colours, but this is our best chance to halt the invasion in the seas. Our main objective is to destroy the carriers, and if any are in the local, troop transports. Without carriers they will not be able to support their invasion. We move out at 22:00, hopefully the cover of darkness will give us some sort of advantage over the enemy. Prepare your ships. Dismissed."

The Captains returned to their ships and prepared for the attack. None of them believed they would ever come back, but they were prepared to do as much damage as possible to the enemy fleet.

9th Destroyer Squadron, 22:00

The ships silently enagaged their engines, moving swiftly towards the projected location of the enemy fleet. The sleek trimarans elegantly breaking water with all their lights dimmed. The crew were silent. Not under order, but simply because of a sense of foreboding that everyone shared.

The bridge aboard the flagship was full of busy whispering. They had picked up the enemy fleet on passive radar. They were almost ready to fire. Slowly, the ships drifted into gun range, and the Rear Admiral broke radio silence.

"OPEN FIRE!"

At once the world shook, as dozens of naval cannon fired simultaneously and missiles streaked from their launchers. There was no longer any point in staying stealthy - the enemy knew where they were, spotlamps came up on every ship and they moved to flanking speed to engage the enemy fleet.

Only a few miles away, the enemy fleet fell into disarray. Shells and missiles smashed into the water and sent spray everywhere, but they were the least of the Hogsweatians' worries. An 8" shell buried itself into the flight deck of the HMS Truth and exploded, rendering it useless. Two missiles hit the carrier in the side, rocking the ship sideways and causing huge fires. Many of the crew abandoned ship as another missile slammed into the island, destroying much of the superstructure.

A further missile smashed into the second carrier, the HMS Colours, causing minor fires which were quickly put out. Two missiles hit the escort, the HMS Steel, pushing the ship sideways and almost ripping the hull in half. The crew jumped overboard as the ship sank beneath the waves. A missile also hit the HMS Kneel, turning the escort into a burning wreck as the superstructure caught fire.

The Praetonians did not celebrate. They knew what was coming next.

Sailors watched in amazement as Kneel and Steel were ripped apart and turned into blazing wreckages. The Praetonians had caught them with their pants down - and now it was time to retaliate. As the fires in Colours blazed, Truth began to capsize. As soon as the deck was hit, Harriers started to take off, yet only one squadron managed to get out alive and fly back to Hogsweatian Grenada. The Lynx's on board got up, and flying dangerous sorties over the Praetonian fleets, using their missiles sparedly.

"This is Grayfire, im comin in for an assault on that Light Cruiser. Anyone with me?"

"Copy that, Redfire's a comin"

The two Lynx's came in on either side of the Cruiser, risking small arms and canon fire. Redfire, as it reached the middle of the Cruiser, turned and hovered to face it and fired off its Mk 46 torpedoes. Some sailors that had managed to get on board, had dragged a Bren gun on board with them, and were now leaning out the side with the modified belt fed version, spraying the deck with .303 bullets. Redfire hovered upwards, and was hit in the bottom by an AA missile. It exploded mightily, the sailors and pilots jumping out into the sea. Grayfire had hovered basically onto the deck, and was now twirling round above soldiers heads, the sailors inside priming depth charges and rolling them onto the deck. After this was complete, Grayfire hovered backwards, away, firing its Sea Skua missiles onto the ship. One missed, but the other went spiralling into the front of the hull.

The Cruiser, visibly from Colours was burning, but it kept firing. There was a gaping hole in the hull, several meters from the waterline, but the gun ontop kept shooting at Reconciliation, who retaliated, firing to its port side, blowing a small crater on the deck line.

Once the main fires were out, Colours launched three Harriers with Sea Eagle anti shipping missiles.
"Okay Red two and three, stay in formation lets bring this thing down"
The destroyer was being a pain already, and this particular one had shot at Steel, bringing the bridge collapsing onto the craft.
"Stay in formation, we are approachng... SPLIT SPLIT SPLIT"
The three harriers split off, and came down, firing missiles and cannon crazily at the destroyer. It could simply not handle that amount of firepower. The thing exploded, the top of the deck searing off, and capsizing sideways into the murky south atlantic waters.

Two Praetonian destroyers were closing in on Ashen, an old Type 22. They had already immobilized it, and t stood no chance, it was a wonder why they were still in production. Reconciliation and Magnificent steamed towards the Praetonian destroyers, Swiftsure dived, and let loose its Spearfish torpedoes, three concentrated, below the waterline blowing a massive hole into the destroyers hull, and making it begin to sink, water flowing into the lower decks and working its way up.

The PWS Dragon was burning. Almost a quarter of the crew was dead and the superstructure was beginning to collapse. Nobody left. The ship turned to sideways face the Reconciliation and loosed a broadside of 8" guns. Four of the shells flew wide, but the other four smashed through the deck and exploded inside the ship, destroying the engine and hitting the fuel. The Reconcilitation appearded to visibly lift someway out of the water before falling back down as the hull snapped in half.

The Praetonian destroyer stradled by torpedoes near Ashen let out a horrible death rattle. As components jarred inside the ship it's magazines began emptying. The guns were automatically firing and all of the VLS missile cells emptied themselves into the Ashen. The ship was hit by a total of 18 Lance Anti-Shipping Missiles and multiple 4.5" shells. The ship rocked backwards and forwards as the metal began to burn. It was mere seconds before the Ashen sunk beneath the waves. The Praetonian destroyer, the PWS Guard, began to list sideways as it's starboard outrigger filled with water.

The anti-missile frigate opened fire on the Harriers with every weapon it had, it's crew desperate for revenge after her sister ship was sunk by a a kamikaze attack earlier the same day. Crew members who's stations were destroyed got out on deck and fired at the helicopters with their rifles.

PRAETONIAN SHIPS;
1 Light Cruiser, 3 Destroyers, 1 Missile Defence Cruiser
HOGSWEATIAN SHIPS;
1 Carrier, 1 Type 23 Frigate, 1 Type 42 Destroyer, 2 Swiftsure sub,

As horrified pilots watched Ashen crumble and be destroyed, as was Reconciliation, they jumped into their harriers, the flames exstinguished, and without order flew into the air to avenge the sailors. Immediately spotting the other Destroyer next to Ashen's death spot, they plunged down, the pilots reciting the names of every crew member they knew on the doomed ships Reconciliation and Ashen.
"CHARLIE! ROGER! DAVID! BILLY!"
As the last name was spoken, the Harriers let loose their bombs, falling onto the deck of the destroyer, that was trying to chug away. Fiercly, Captain Brian Hayes, went in for a gun run with his 30mm. The harrier descended like a Stuka, guns screaming, punching holes through the bridge, killing the commodore and his staff. The harrier's cheered as Magnificent turned, letting off another salvo of torpedoes, that broke into the destroyers armour, bringing it to its knees, as the Hayes fired to Sea Eagles into its Engines. On some Harriers, it was custom for pilots to fit in coloured engine smoke. Hayes had always done this, and he flew over the top of the sinking destroyer, switching to his red white and blue smoke. But no... they had to credit that destroyer. It was still alive, and it chugged away. The pilots and sailors were distasted at its escape - while the harriers returned back the carrier, ammunition and bombs empty.

Captain Hayes, leaning on a crate of supplies, looked out to sea. He saw the submarine Magnificent picking up some survivors from the Praetonian ship and Ashen and Reconciliation. Then, a big grin overtook his face as he shouted to his wingmates and sailors to come watch. The destroyer, trying to make an easy escape, was interecepted by Pillar of Autumn. They gasped, in shock, horror, and then laughed as PoA rammed the ship, breaking straight through its weakened hull.

The stricken destroyer, the PWS Reaper, was smashed almost in half as the Pillar of Autumn rammed right through the destroyer's weakened hull. The crew, desperate to escape from their dying ship grabbed rifles and jumped onto the Pillar of Autumn. They were fighting for their lives, gunning down Hogsweatian sailors as machineguns fired back, pinning the Praetonians down in front of the ship's main gun.

Behind them, their ship broke in two and each half sunk as the outriggers broke from the main hull. Some of them turned and slumped against the turret face and cried as their ship, their home, was destroyed before their eyes. The stood up and charged towards the superstructure where Hogsweatian marines were waiting with machineguns, rifles and cannon. They fired into the mass of Praetonian sailors, but for all those who fell none who survived stopped for a second. When they reached the Hogsweatians they killed any they saw, before the last Praetonian was finally brought down.

OOC: lol i am going to OMG N0)K teh sheepz.

no, ill probably just enslave them and use them as target practice or cover. =D

OOC: You'll do no such thing. Any attempt to harm sheep will result in a state of WAR! =)

We would like to make it clear that any refugee sheep can come to Kriegorgrad for asylum. :P Sorry, just a bit of a tag 'cos this is an interesting RP.

Hayes was miserable, and sitting on the side of the crate looking into the waters didn't help. Thoughts spun through his mind. Was he a jinx? His first wingmate, one of his best friends since acadamy, Lieutenant Tarina Rickers, shot down in the first raid. Sure, the Admiral had said that they had sunk three ships, but had the Admiral lost a friend? Had that Admiral seen his best friend shot down, harrier careering into the water? Hayes kept seeing her face in the water, looking back at him. And the other guy? Hayes didn't even know his name, the new recruit in the Mount Pleasure raid. He had been killed even before the raid started.

The fire exstinguisher opened up, spreading the flames in a white foamy mass. Tarina, exhausted, dropped the fire exstuingisher for a rest. When her plane had crashed into the ocean, she was picked up by PWS Dragon, and was now helping to fight fires on board the doomed Praetonian ship.

The Navy Lynx, Bluefire, loaded up its missiles and went in for another raid. The light cruiser was barely afloat - The waterline had risen, but the guns and engines were still in action. Most of the crew were dead, and fires raged throughout the ship.
Blue fire came round the back, near the engines, and hovered at point with the deck. The pilot was about to pull the release button, when a crewman came out on deck with a rifle. It was old, bolt action, and the pilot wasn't really worried. Especially when he was dead. The co pilot tried to steer away, but the crewman fired again, hitting him in the head. The body fell onto joystick, and the Lynx turned in circles, and crashed into the engines.

There was a mighty roar, and Hayes looked up - he could see on the light cruiser that a Lynx had just crashed into the back, destroying the engines and turning the back of the ship into another fireball.

The back of the Dragon went up in flames, rocking the ship and causing secondary explosions in the rear magazines. Internally a massive fireball ripped the decks apart killing any who were left standing on them. The ship was alight and going down rapidly by the stern.

The crew still aboard were shell shocked but resigned to their fate. They didn't leave their station. The guns were still firing in the front battery. Sailors were on deck firing automatic rifles into the enemy ships and helicopters. The ship lifted and men and women were thrown backwards down the deck. Still they kept firing. They stood to their posts. No order came to abandon ship and they would not abandon it.

The PWS Dragon took one more mighty heave into the air and slipped backwards under the waves. For a second, the ship's colours poked just out of the oily black water, before joining thier ship in it's watery grave.

A tear drifted down the face of the Commodore of Covenance, Alex Tie. His mouth wavered, and he spoke
"These people have fought so bravely. We come, we bomb them... and they fight like heroes. A minute of silence for those brave souls"
The whole room turned silent.
"Ensign, set a course for the wreck of PWS Dragon. There may still be survivors. AND FAST!"

The Covenance streamed towards the crash site, its Hogsweatian colours lowered and United Nations colours raised.

Admiral Trense watched the situation with a grimace. They had fought well, but war was war. The planes were fueled up - time to knock out the rest.


The fifteen remaining Harriers dusted off, formationless, and they split up into the usual wingpartners. Running alongside the side of the missile defence frigate, they unleashed death to the deathly ship. Around 30 Sea Eagle anti shipping missiles unleased on the sides, back, deck, front, screwing the ship up badly.

The missile defence frigate, the PWS Repulse, despite shooting down many of the missiles was ravged by multiple hits. The ship was on fire and most of the crew above deck was dead. The ship was going down, but she would fly her colours to the last. The Captain was still alive, and he struggled to the ship tannoy and said, "Anyone who wishes may leave now. Anyone who stays shall fight and die with honour. That is all." Nobody abandoned ship.

The surviving destroyer, the PWS Ferdinand, turned to commence a final run against the carrier. It sped to flanking speed and fired it's small 4.5" gun. The ship's missile batteries were long since depleted, and they were left with only a light gun armament. Even the 30mm cannon were employed against the carrier, as the Captain set a course to ram.

Crew shouted as they saw the Ferdinand approaching the carrier - at a moments notice the Lynx's were up in the air, hovering around the target spraying it with mounted troops armed with Bren guns, and with all remaining Sea Skua Missiles the helicopters had left. On board the carrier, the 30MM anti-missile canons were hotwired by Navy Technicians to fire at the ship - all available naval resources at the site, minus the Covenance, were shooting at the PWS Ferdinand, yet it seemed to steam ahead no matter the damage.

The Ferdinand was now a blazing wreck, just as her flagship had been minutes before. The Bren guns had little effect, bouncing off the kevlar plating, but the hundreds and coming near thousands of 30mm cannon shells were taking their toll, smaching through the kevlar in concentrations and shredding whatever was inside. Most of the crew had jumped overboard, but nevertheless, several thousand tonnes of ship were still moving dangerously close to the carrier, automated cannon firing as it went.

Aboard the Repulse, things were looking no better. The ship had taken horrific damage and was veering precariously sideways low in the water. However the ship moved to support her dying comrade, the Ferdinand. The Repluse, however, went for the helicopters. A man croched behind the gun shield of his 30mm cannon, peering over briefly to scan for targets. He saw a Navy Lynx straying from an attack run on the Ferdinand and cycled up to fire, the helicopter turned to face him and he fired. 30mm shells smashed through the glass cockpit, killing the pilot instantly and sending the stricken helicopter into the sea.

The battle was nearly over. The sea burned, wrecks collapsing into the Falklands seas. Equipment was washed up on the shore of the Islands - the people knew something was happening.

As the third Navy Lynx fell, Magnificent powered forwards majestically and halted in front of the missile cruiser, torpedoes shooting forwards from the tubes. Four, in a distinct penetration pattern, cruising and hitting the side of the Praetonian ship.

The Repulse reeled from the torpedo attack and half exploded, before the burning wreck fell into the sea. The crew tried to escape as best they could but many were pulled under or hit by shrapnel from the seconary explosions aboard their dying ship.

The Ferdinand had given all it could, but ws finally beginning to sucumb to the ruthless attacks launched apon it. It was near the carrier now, ever so close, but it was slowing down. The Ferdinand gave one last burst of power and rammed into the carrier at full speed, causing the hull to crunch horribly, but it was not enough. The carrier was damage but alfoat, and the Ferdinand had sunk beneath the waves. The sea battle for the Falklands was over.

Captain Brian Hayes sighed. The Battle for The Falklands Seas was over. They had won, but what was victory? How many men and women from both sides had to give their lives, in one small battle? In the distance, Covenance, still with its UN flag raised, picked up survivors.. and amongst them was flight lieutenant Tarina Rickers.

The eighteen chinooks, each carrying sixty Royal Marines each (that is actually possible O.O), dusted off from Grenada, navigating the seas on their way down to the Falklands...

Hours later
The mopup was nearly complete. Covenance was stuffed with nearly 480 POWS, and the UN flag was lowered and the Hogsweatian Ensign colours raised. The crew of Covenance, however, did not treat them as POWs. They treated them as heroes. The Praetonians were given good sleeping quarters, showers, towels, hot food, and much welcome by the Hogsweatians on board. Every single Praetonian was given a Hogsweatian Gold Cross (highest cross awarded) For bravery and the will to fight in the face of danger.

The Falkland Islands, During the Sea Battle

"Sir, the charges are ready," shouted a Private to his Sergeant. They were setting up traps across the main roads. They had a single length of piano wire, almost invisible unless you were standing right next to it. This was wired to an explosive charge, the idea being someone will walk into it, then his friend will try to remove it. The man who walks into it will get half-decapitated and the man who tries to cut the wire will join everyone else within 10m in an explosive death.

"Very good Private, proceed," replied his Sergeant. The Sergeant was preparing a stip of anti-personel mines. They looked just like a speed bump, until you step on them and hundreds of tiny explosives bounce to shoulder height and explode, shreding you with shrapnel. In the centre of the strip was a much bigger mine, which acted like a shaped charge, channeling all 200lbs of explosive into the bottom armour of a vehicle driving over.

Further along the road, a platoon was setting up explosives in a petrol station. The main petrol tank had been filled half with petrol and half with pure oxygen. There was also an explosive charge inside the pump. When an unwitting Hogsweatian tank crewman tries to fill up his tank, the thousands of gallons of petrol go up in smoke, along with anything that happens to be nearby.

In the fields to either side inflatable tanks had been set up and covered with camoflauge netting to look authentic, and surrounded with anti-personel mines.

All of the civilians were moved into a single town on the edge of the island, a Praetonian founded town called Prima Falklandis. They would tell the Hogsweatians once the invasion started, it was unlikely they would land near the town as it was near a cliff and surrounded by man-made marshland, the Falklandis Nature Reserve.

Mount Pleasant had also been mined. There were three layers of foritifcations, each one progressively stronger, all consisting of overlapping firing arcs for machineguns, artillery and mortars. The bunkers and artillery pits were dug into the mountain long ago, and covered with camo and anti-grenade netting. From the outer layer, itself some way up the mountain, the extensively mined lower reaches of the mountain were in view.

Inside the towns, front doors were set up to explode showering enemy troop columns with shrapnel when opened. The houses that weren't mined in this way were fortified by Praetonian troops armed with rifles, light machineguns and anti-tank missile launchers.

In the grass, machinegun pits were dug and camoflauged. Mines were set at random in the countryside, old machineguns were set up to fire when activated by motion sensors. Remote activated metalstorm mortar batteries were set up in hiden positions, pre-aimed at certain locations under remote camera surveilance. All of this was being co-ordinated from within the final layer of the Mt Pleasant defences. They had only to hold out for 14 days until the 3rd and 5th destroyer squardons would arrive, but if they were to loose the Falklands before then, they would make the Hogsweatians pay in blood for every inch of it.

HMS Truth - Operations Room
The commanders assembled before Admiral Trent sat down, facing the map of the Falklands Islands, notepads drawn and pens at the ready.
"Alright Gentlemen, settle down. Seven hours ago, the PWS Ferdinand was sunk, and the first Naval Battle for the Falklands ended. Now, the ground offensive will begin. There may be some faces here you do not recognise - they are Captains Arley, Richards, and Wells." The Marine commanders turned, eyebrows raised as they noticed two of the officers, Arley and Richards were female. It was unlikely that females would reach the rank of Captain in the Air Force, and it was also a first for the male Captains.
"You will both be working closely together in the coming weeks."
Field Major Asserby shot a quick glance at Captain Arley - then corrected himself. In the situation in the Falklands it would not be a good idea for him to get distracted. The Admiral continued his briefing.
"The Marines will drop here, inserted Via Chinook." He used his stick-thingy to point to a red arrow drawn on the map.
"From there, we continue to Port Stanley, and an official victory. Be prepared to engage Praetonian forces on all major points. Two logistical camps will be set up at these points... major roads to Port Stanley are here, here, and here. You will have armour support - two divisions of light armour arrived yesterday after the battle. Very well Gentlemen. Good luck."

Asserby leant back on the rail, casually inquiring at the tank commander in front of him,
"So, what you guys bring along?"
The commander was oh-so happy to oblige, with a smirk he listed what was aboard the transport convoy.
"Well, 18th Division, we got 80 Chieftan Mk5's, 8 Abotts and... about 4 Centurion AVRE's. Pretty nice, eh?"
Asserby didn't like tank crews, and this guy was no exception.
"I thought you got two divisions?"
The Commander rolled his eyes.
"Oh ya. Theres the armoured car guys. We don't do much with them really. Around 50 warriors, some Land Rover 4x4's with guns on, and the rest are Bedford TM's. You gonna work with us pretty closely, eh?"
Asserby nodded.
"Well, I have some business to. Mainly briefing my companies. Maybe I'll see you in the field."
The Tank Commander flicked his cigarette into the ocean, replying with a short "maybe" before he took his leave too.

A medium sized truck was driving along a narrow road towards the sea. It was heading for a cliff, where it would be used as the best defence the island currently had against the encroaching enemy fleet. On board were four Imperial Guardsmen, and a Lance missile. "Sir we're nearing the coast," said the driver to the man sitting next to him. Obviously an officer as he was carrying a ceremonial sword.

"Very good. Augustus how long will it take to prepare the missile for launch?"

"Not long, sir. We can fire it straight off the back of the truck."

Behind their truck was a smaller truck, carrying a satellite dish. This was a GPS relay system, which would send the Lance exact co-ordinates generated by GPS and optical spy satellites.

"Chance of kill?"

"We have a good chance to hit, sir. Almost a sure thing considering their damaged fleet, but securing a kill will be difficult. I'm programming it for top-attack mode. This way even if it doesn't sink the carrier, which is unlikely anyway, it will smash into the flight deck and explode, blasting a nice hole in it."

"What's the point in that?"

"It will render the flight deck, and therefore the carrier, useless, sir."

"Brilliant. Now, are we almost there?"

"Yes sir."

The truck pulled up, turned around and reversed. It's back was now facing out to sea, where the Hogsweatian fleet undoubtably was. Three of the men got out to uncover the missile and prepare it for firing, while the Officer stayed inside and entered the launch passcodes. Two men got out of the GPS truck and pulled a length of fibre-optic cable from the side of their vehicle, and inserted it into the missile control and launch box.

"Sir the missile is ready for launch. Co-ordinates have been uploaded and the missile launch preparation sequence has been completed."

"Very good, Corporal. Firing now. Stand clear."

The Officer tapped a few more keys, opened the door and got out of the vehicle. The recoil would most likely throw the vehicle back a little and there was a tiny possibility of a miss fire, so it was bets he wasn't inside. "Any second now." There was silence for a few seconds until a massive wooshing sound shot out of noweher making one of the men duck. The others had heard it before in training and were unaffected. When the flash of light cleared, the missile was already out of sight, speeding for the Hogsweatian carrier, going in for a top attack on the deck.