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Large Air Force Shot Down, No Pilots?

Witzgall
13-10-2004, 02:37
Six large Sikorsky UH-60F "Sea Hawks" fly over the Witzgallian International Water Zone, passing by two recon submarines.

"Main Base, this is Echo Six. We have unidentified bogies coming fast. They are bearing South Southwest. Main Base, do you copy?" radios in the submarine.
"Roger that Echo Six. Bogies will be contacted. Continue patrol."
"Roger that. Echo Six, out."

The six Sea Hawks fly over the small town of Riversdale and continues flying. The citizens are stunned, even though they regularly see military aircraft. However, these Sea Hawks are not standard use in Witzgall. They stand out like a pelican in a desert.

"This is The Sadistic Dictatorship of Witzgall. We advise you to leave our land at once. This is a warning. Please respond." says the HQ.

One of the computer radar technicians walks over to a monitor controlling the main screen. He hits a few buttons, and a large green image of the helicopter appears.

"Uh, Commander Markis?" says the technician.

A large bearded man in military dress walks over to the technician.

"Yes?" he asks.
"There's no crew onboard those bogies, sir." says the technician.
"What do you mean? Enlarge the picture!" the commander orders.

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"My God, you're correct! Are they some sort of automated attack force? This is abnormal! Shoot them down immediatly!!" shouts Commander Markis.

The technician enlarges another picture.

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The technician brings the commander to his desk and opens up a DOS-like program called "Red OS" and immediatly types in "Bogie Sector 4". The Commander watches the technician.

The technician arms four AA automated missile batteries two miles down the course of the bogies.

They get there quickly, and sixteen missiles launch. Each target is downed in a flaming ball of smoke and metal, and a rescue and search team rushes to the site.
Fascist Confederacy
13-10-2004, 02:42
Tag
Fruity Loops
13-10-2004, 02:45
tag
imported_Illior
13-10-2004, 02:53
OOC: *pulls out popcorn and comfy chair and sits back and watches this event unfold quickly*
Taggarooo,

You're it!
Godular
13-10-2004, 03:20
In a small dark room, unknown to all but the highest authorities in the Intelligence Directorate, a lone man sat at his desk, waiting.

The phone rang, he picked it up before it rang a second time.

"Status?" he asked.

"Carriers eliminated. 3 of the 6 entities survived."

"Commence Testing."

The man hung up, leaned back in his chair, and lit a cigarette.

Cassius is gonna KILL me if he finds out...
Witzgall
14-10-2004, 00:33
Fourteen Apache Longbow assault helicopters fly over the sky of the capitol of Witzgall, The Red City. Back in Celli Fort, a hidden fort where the technicians are, the same technician logs onto his computer to find a suprise. On his screen shines a black circle with a red star on it.

"Oh shit..." he says, "Commander!"

The commander quickly walks over to the desk he visited just yesterday.

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"Mother of God....alert the Fuhrer. I believe we're under attack by robots?" he says, with a spur of questioning.
"Yes sir!" the technician says.

The technician runs over to the phone unit hung on the wall and brings the cordless phone back to the commander who is staring at the image on the screen of an Apache Assault Helo with no crew. He dials the Fuhrer's office and an extension.

"Hello? Who is this?" says the voice.
"Viechal, your lordship, we have attack helicopters. They have just passed over the capitol." replies the commander.
"What?!" the Fuhrer says.
"I believe we're under attack. Did you get the report on the Seahawks?" asks the commander.
"Yes. Yes I did. Our Military Science Tech Lab alerts me that for something or someone was controlling those helicopters from a remote source outside of the Empire. I want to know who, damnit. Find out."
"And about the Apaches?"
"I think you know my response, Commander."
"Yes sir."
"Good day, Commander."
"Good day, your lordship."

The commander hangs up the phone and watches as the technician uploads the AA Missile sites for firing.

"Shall I..." begins the technician, but the Commander cuts him off.
"Yes."

The technician enters the access code and arms the AA Missiles. He begins the heat seaking verification process and sets the target as the Apaches.

"This is sincerly odd, Commander." says the technician as he types in the answer "Y" to the question to whether or not arm the missiles.
Witzgall
14-10-2004, 01:43
The apaches near the AA missiles, but this time they stop dead and hover out of range of the missiles.

"What the hell?!" shouts the commander as he watches the video linkup with the missiles.
"They stopped, sir." says the technician.
"What the hell is going on here?!"
"Perhaps they're operated by remote or a source hooked up into the helicopter's control codes...these may have been stolen." says the technician.
"From whom?" asks the Commander.
"Well...let's see. Most nations have their national flag or symbol, such as the red star for Russia, on the gas tank imput valve near the rear of the helicopter. Let's see what this one has..." the technician says.

He clicks a few buttons and the image appears on the larger main screen. The Commander, stroking his chin, strolls over to the main screen and observes the image.

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"Well...it's from a German based nation, perhaps Phoria?" suggests the technician.
"No...they would not do this...The Phorian Air Force and Army would never have the technological capabilities to do such a feat as to control full-scale assault helicopters with remotes or machines..." replies the Commander.
"Then who the hell is doing this?" asks the technician.

The Apaches appear on the screen. They face the missiles, still hovering. One fires a 76mm rocket at the AA missile launcher.

"SHIT! THEY'RE FIRING?!" shouts the Commander.
"What the hell?" asks the technician.

All of the sudden, one of the Apaches collides with another and they all suddenly explode into a massive fireball explosion.

"What was that?! Are these suicide bombers or something?!" shouts one of the other technicians.
"I'm alerting the Fuhrer!" shouts the commander as he picks the phone off of the technician's desk while he watches the downed craft.
Witzgall
14-10-2004, 01:50
bump
Witzgall
14-10-2004, 01:54
ATTN: Please, someone claim these rogue helos and explain in detail what you are doing.
Witzgall
14-10-2004, 02:11
bUmP
Godular
14-10-2004, 02:39
/ooc I already did claim 'em! And the way ya've gone so far is pretty much in line with my intended path...

We're testing some new subversive robots that can be delivered in different manners... might wanna check for holes in the ground around various crash sites

The phone rang again, and was again picked up before the second ring.

"What'cha got?"

"Well, the next set got in a little further. They're certainly spooked, that's fer sure. We actually had to suicide the damn things this time, 4 more of the subjects have been delivered."

"Detected?"

"If they were, it isn't showing."

"Good, see how far they can get before they're spotted."

"Will do... want me to send in another set?"

"No... they might think that those wrecks were for some other purpose, just see how well the current ones do."

"Aye aye, sir."

The man hung up the phone. He suspected he'd have a few days until phase 2 started.
Witzgall
14-10-2004, 20:36
[ooc: if you're future tech, I can't RP this any further. I'm strictly modern]
Witzgall
14-10-2004, 22:48
Six MBTs and two large transport trucks rush over to the scene of the crashings. While the men in the MBTs check out the AA Missile site, the two dozen soldiers search the site. The Apaches' fire has died, and now the soldiers inspect the craft for life.

Two soldiers wander off to smoke a cigarette. While admiring the forest ahead of them, one spots a small oval-shaped recess in the ground. He hits his comrade on the shoulder and they investigate it. When approaching, they notice eight more holes in the ground.

"What the hell?" asks one soldier.
"Meh, it's just gophers." states the other.
"Aint they a 'lil big for gophers, Ted?" questions the soldier.
"Nah....well, yeah a little....maybe they're obese." replies Ted.
"Yeah, sure. Nine obese gophers? They just happened to meet each other?"
"Maybe...well, hell, I dunno."
"HEY JOHNNY!!" shouts the soldier.

A man rushes over and says 'what'. The two soldiers point to the medium sized holes in front of them.

"What in God's name is this shit?" asks John.
"Do we look like we know?" replies Ted.
"I'll alert the Fuhrer...this may be of importance." replies John, and then he runs back to the trucks and MBTs.