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Benderberg City
Secret IC: It was another cold, wet, wintery day in Benderberg. General Romsler had accomplished much in the three weeks since he had taken power after the overthrow of the Communist party. His new fascist regime had acted quickly in exterminating the communists who had been in positions of power. All others were allowed to become fascists and live. Most took this path.

There was still a problem with outsider and dangerous religions. Romsler thought out the problem for the last two weeks. He had been informed by his advisors that the non-Christians had been acting up and were trying to support a Communist comeback to overthrow his government. Romsler had the advantage that most still believed that the late Chancellor had been assassinated by Communist Party leaders.

Romsler came to a decision during his morning Cabinet meeting on his 23rd day in power. He had discussions with his Interior Minister. It was decided that very dire actions would have to be taken. The operation was to occur in 8 days. The armed forces were already stationed in the cities and would do anything for their General.

The Interior Minister told the precinct commanders Romsler's plan and had them each get a map with every residence on it and label those owned by atheists, Jews, Muslims, Hindus, and other non-Christians. He didn't tell them what was to happen, but they could guess. None of them would be leaving as inter-city travel outside of trade goods had been halted during the past three weeks as Romsler prepared for this plan.

The next day, the Division General and his Colonols took their AK-47 machine guns. The MP's had spent the past day rounding up the non-Christian soldiers. They were thrown in cramped prisons for 12 hours. After that, they were taken to prison courtyards to be executed.

Brigadier General Montgomery Kraushner took up his AK-47, before him were four Jews. The traitorous bastards he thought as he aimed for the heads and fired killing each. He would've liked to hit them in the gut so they could die slow agonizing deaths, but that was unproffessional and the General was a professional soldier after all. Around the nation, the same thing was happening, when all was said and done, 5,200 traitors, as they thought of them, were killed.

The numbers would be higher in 6 days when it happened in the rest of the nation as General Romsler worked to purify his nation.

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The United Islamic Alliance would like to extend it's condolences to the Non Christians of Bendenberg, and is welcoming anyone fleeing Bendenberg in search of Religious freedom.

The United Islamic Alliance would like to extend it's condolences to the Non Christians of Bendenberg, and is welcoming anyone fleeing Bendenberg in search of Religious freedom.
OOC: finally a response, but the massacre of the non-Christians isn't due for 6 days and few know of it. When it does occur, you can join the RP and have some fun.

Of course there are ways through intel services to figure out what's happening, but you won't get a response out of my government as they aren't acknowledging a thing.

OOC: Rgr, just wait the time and when it comes, lets just say Johor sends its condolences, blahblah.

OOC: Rgr, just wait the time and when it comes, lets just say Johor sends its condolences, blahblah.
OOC: no problem

Release to me all Persian Zoroastrians, we shall give them a good home.

Release to me all Persian Zoroastrians, we shall give them a good home.
take them

take them

How many do you have? We will send the necessary number of cruise liners to pick them all up.

*In The Greater Islands Capital*

Timmons* rushes in and interupts the convening of Parliament over the Beef Workers Strike.
"Chancellor Argent*, I need to see you now."
"This had better be good."
"We just recieved this report from our intelligence operatives in the Benderberg government."
The Chancellor scans the report for a little while, thumbing through the pages.
"Thank you for this, but in order to protect our operatives, we must not act until they publicly admit it. Have our best sniper unit deployed to Benderburg immediatley."
"But you said..."
"Deploy does not mean act, they are to stay low and await orders, by sending them in now, we will be able to get them and their supplies in without much interference. Have them jump one of the cruise liners en route to Benderberg."
"It is done"
Timmons salutes and walks back to his office.
Argent, realizing the strike has nothing to do with national defence, heads to the coffee shop.
ooc>If you want to discuss how this plays out, you can e-mail me at westkykid@hotmail.com.
Chancellor Robert Argent is Chancellor (second in command) is the defence chair in Parliament.
Timmons is a intelligence officer and liason between field operatives and the government. He reports directly to the Defence Chair.

It began on the icy shores in the Western harbor city of Dresden. Working on General Romsler's orders, Colonol Richburg of the Benderberg Army garthered up 48 of his most trusted men. Each of them was armed with a Kalashnikov AK-47 rifle. They were all devout followers of General Romsler and committed fascists who hated these non-Christian animals they would soon kill.

Richburg's men took 2 dozen Jewish and Muslim prisoners crammed into 3 small prison cells. They were taken to the frost covered prison courtyard on this cool morning. Richburg ordered his men to aim and fire. In a few seconds each non-believer lay dead or dying on as the brown cold grass was stained by warm red blood. Richburg smiled as he began a process that was being carried out throughout the nation.

In Benderberg City Romsler himself used an AK to kill 5 prominent Rabbis, 2 Imams, and a Monk. He was quite pleased that he had the opportunity to help purify his new nation in a what was a huge step forward. No public statements would be made. Any questioning aboutg what happened to the people who suddenly had shown up missing would end up unanswered. In 36 hours the process was done. 4 million non-believers lay dead throughout the nation. Their bodies would be burned or dumped into the ocean. The General didn't care. The bastards deserved to die he thought to himself. If they were fascists or Christians they would be alive. He had no room for sympathy right now.

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The massacre was not something that the NSB could have missed. People had noticed it happen, and while they had, fooled by the illusion of the Communists' responsibility, supported it, they were enough to tell them what had happened. NSB had, as in most places, a small number of people in Benderberg (OOC: I assume this is OK, else II would be clogged with thread for insertion of intel operatives everywhere...), and they had, in due course, told the State what they knew - that comrades were falling to Nazis. Such a thing could not be allowed to stand. The Government sent a very simple order: set an example to Nazis by acting against these animals, if and when more information became available.

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New Manchester Naval base, 06:10

"Ey ukhnyem...
Ey ukhnyem...
Yeshtsho radzik, yeshtsho da ras!
Ey ukhnyem...
Ey ukhnyem...
Yeshtsho radzik, yeshtsho da ras!

Razovyom muy bervozu...razovyom muy kudryavu..."

The Song of the Volga Boatmen sounded load and clear over the wharves, where the cylindrical, threatening bulks of a pair of sumarines lay. The calm water did not affect the massive vessels, nor did the boots tramping up to their hatches to go aboard. The two vessels, both powerful Akula-III submarines, had been selected to give the lesson wanted by the cabinet, should it be necessary. Cranes helped load SS-N-27 land attack missiles onto the submarines, guided by the skillful hands of the dockhands. The Captain of [k]K-401[/i] smiled as he looked at the image, capturing it within his camera-phone. The submarine's rounded black sail was silhouetted well against the dawn sun, the brilliant flaming disc that sundered the darkness with such inestimable light. Her men showed up as tall, proud, faceless beings upon the back of this mighty hunter; even the tubed shapes of the missiles in the grips of cranes seemed somehow predatory. He estimated another half-hour to load up. Belowdecks, the reactor was almost back online after 3 days of inactivity, and the crewmen were packing away their humble things for another long voyage. The fire-control crew ran exercises to keep themselves occupied; armourers checked the ship's torpedoes, and the reactor crew kept their watch on their still-dormant charge.

OOC: If it's OK, I plan to use these two boats to launch a small land attack from about 100 miles offshore at an important coastline town and tell the fascist regime to back off the non-fascists and non-Christians. If it's not alright, then I can just say we got no further information.

High Priest Takha looked into his crystal ball's surface, blanking out the contours and refraction and opening his mind to the visions inside. Inside his mind an image formed, an image of a murder. Of a firing ranges and of mass executions. After five minutes of such scenes, Takha opened his eyes and called his Minister of Religious Information.

"I want a report on the possibilty of very many people dying. The nation seemed fairly wealthy, but stricken with Christian ideas and possibly even National Socialist ones too. Please report back any information you may have collected." he said over the phone and placed it back in it's hold.

Many hours later, he recieved a reply. "Takha" the Minister of Religious Information began, "we believe we may have a report worth reading. Four million people, all on non-Christian descent, have gone missing in the nation of Benderberg. We sent someone to investigate and they reported that they could have been state-ordered executions, but we lost contact with him before he could confirm it. We presumed radio trouble at the time." he said.

Takha cursed under his breath. "I think it's about time we tried out our new military forces don't you?" he said. "Ready our arbitration force at Pentacle airport and deploy an intelligence team to Benderberg to confirm the deaths." Takha continued. "Yes sir" the Minister replied before hanging up.

The Ivory Office of the Prime Minister of The Grand Republic of Demidia
One Patriot Drive

At Present:
Prime Minister - Jack O'Reilly

The PM presses a black button on a silver speakerphone. "Sue!" He speaks. Soon a brunette in a blue suit walks into the office. "Yes sir?" She aks. "The PM replies "How old is this intelligence?" "4 or 5 hours sir." The PM thinks for a moment. "Get me Minister Bragg."

5 Hours Later
The decision was made. The armed forces couldn't spare any more than an Aircraft Carrier 1 Battlecruiser and 1 Air Defence Destroyer. They would be moved to the area first, then the War Commitee would make the final decision whether or not to strike.

DAFS Victory - Lakota Class Aircraft Carrier
DAFS Memorial - Blackfoot Class Heavy Battlecruiser
DAFS Oneida - Oneida Class Destroyer

The vessels would arrive withing the next few hours. Hopefully unknown to Benderberg officials.

OOC: If it's OK, I plan to use these two boats to launch a small land attack from about 100 miles offshore at an important coastline town and tell the fascist regime to back off the non-fascists and non-Christians. If it's not alright, then I can just say we got no further information.
OOC: It is OK. I have no objections to your figuring out our actions as we did not do it in Secret as it would be impossible. I have no objection to you attacking me, it is part of RP. I don't want a major war right now, but if your nation decides upon it then I guess I have to fight it.

Demidia
OOC: I would notice your ships arriving easily with satelites and Radar, but I have no idea of their intentions and no action will be taken yet so don't worry about me striking 1st there.

IC: General Romsel was facing his first crisis as leader. He had only been the leader of the Fascist state of Benderberg for 40 days, but in a nation like Benderberg such an event was innevitable.

It was reported that the nations of Dontpissusoff and Demidia were deploying forces that appeared to be heading for Benderberg. It appeared that they were angered by the developments where the non-believers were executed. A television news crew from the American CNN station had gotten a hold of video that showed 12 Jews being executed in Benderberg City. The video was now being run throughout the world via satelite.

"Stupid Commie bastards!" Romsel thought to himself.

"What do you want me to do," asked Admiral Bismark, the CinC of the Benderberg Navy.

"Well I want you to make sure the opposing forces don't harm our fatherland," answered Romsel. "You will have ground missile and aircraft support in any operations."

"Sounds good Sir," answered Bismark as he left to go to his office. He called up his lower Admirals and ordered them to sortie out much of the fleet to prepare for possible enemy arrivals. They had no orders to fire unless they or Benderberg were fired upon.

From the Desk of President Christos
"It is about time a nation finally realizes the dangerous charateristics Non-Believers have. The Non-Christian population is a threat to world stabilization, and peace. They are our primary source of crime, and murders. The only good Non-Believer is a dead one. I promise you my full support, whether financially or with military might. Do not hesitate to call on us to assist you in anything."
Alexander Christos
Ruler of the Holy Nation of Tanuio

OOC: Not my best, just a little quickie. My nation has also killed many Non-Christians, roughly 10 to 12 Million.

The Empress sat in a meeting with her High Priests reviewing the matter. “It is their right to maintain religious purity with in their country” on priest agreed. “It is by the will of the Divine that these non believers perish. I see no reason to intervene” replayed another.

The Empress looked over the report thoughtfully. “I agree. I see no reason to be bothered by what has gone on. I doubt any attention will be brought upon us but if we are asked release a statement saying we condone the methods of the government in Benderberg” the Empress decreed.

The Council was then dismissed

Official statement from General Romsel
I personally thank Reknown and Tanuio for their statements of support. To those who seem to disagree with us, our policy of disposing of non-believers is our internal matter. We aren't making any threats to the world and there is no reason for nations to take action against us. We ask all nations to keep their forces away from our 200 mile Military Exclusivity zone. No Naval ships or warplanes will be allowed to threaten us in our own backyard. Our island nation has done no wrong to you. Don't make us.

OOC: It is OK. I have no objections to your figuring out our actions as we did not do it in Secret as it would be impossible. I have no objection to you attacking me, it is part of RP. I don't want a major war right now, but if your nation decides upon it then I guess I have to fight it.

OOC: OK, no major war will result - it gets bloody annoying for all involved, I should think. Anyway, on with the show.
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The Western islands were a place that had, before the advant of more modern navigation techniques, been known as "the place of dead wood" for the number of vessels they had wrecked, torn apart on the reefs and rocks and pounding seas. But below the stormy surface, they were relatively peaceful, and it was through this that the two submarines were moving. Making 13 knots, the two great vessels rumbled through the hundreds of metres deep water. Once they reached the open oceans, of course, they would go deep and run at flank speed. The war that might begin had after all not yet done so, and the need for speed was paramount; peoples lives rested upon that speed. The orders issued to both captains were to close within launch range of their targets and launch as many missiles as possible. Each submarine was laden with 10 of the 3M54 missiles, but the Admiralty knew full well that both men would try to get in as close as they could before launching their weapons. They also knew that the Benderberg navy would try to prevent it, but they held the advantage: the Benderbergians didn't know where the attack would fall. For now.

The subs passed on. They would remain surfaced until the hour of noon, then send up a communications wire for the latest intelligence; no submariner would ever go into action blind, after all.

Above the inviting blue of earth, meanwhile, the lumbering cylinder of a RORSAT swept through space. All things being equal, it would take another 6 hours to move over the east coast of Benderberg, and from thence to the west coast in another two hours. Not too long to wait for valuable intelligence such as where the enemy's vessels were going.

The Admirals, meanwhile, were somewhat on the worried side. Two vessels against an entire navy were hardly favourable odds. Their charts showed the last known position of all friendly naval units; the picture was right now a rather less reassuring one than it could have been. All of the massive battleships that patrolled the oceans of the world were in port, undergoing complex and comprehensive refits that all of the Admrials had argued loud and long for, and eventually won, despite the hideous cost of such upgrades. The civilians never seemed to realise just how vital it was to keep such machines adapting, were content to sit on the laurels of their vessels; nonetheless, some of them at least weren't fools. Those who weren't had also voted to for the huge naval buildup that had rendered even this simple mission possible.

With grim swiftness, the admiralty ordered a Sierra-III SSN that was some 480 miles west of Benderberg to turn east and proceed towards the coast, engaging ships as it wished. Better to distract them with a single submarine than leave them and lose two.

20 miles from the DPUO submarines
The Oliver Hazard Perry class frigate BSS Baltic steamed at a leasurly 12 knots. The 4,100 ton warship was rocking in the 10 foot seas. She had just sailed through Sea State 7 conditions and strong gales so this was nothing for her crew who had done their share of vomiting, but found this ocean to be calm.

The Baltic was trailing a towed SONAR array. Sonarman 2nd class Marc Ramsey was on duty in the SONAR room. "Hey chief?" he called to Chief Petty Officer Scott Brolen, the head enlisted man of the SONAR department. "I got an anomoly bearing 115, I think."

"Let me hear that Ramsey," said Brolen as he picked up a pair of headsets. "I don't know what that is," he continued after a few minutes. "I might want to get Sonobueys and call it a possible submarine contact."

"Thank you Sir," said Ramsey hoping he found something. It was events like this that got one promoted.

Brolen told the CO what Ramsey had found and his opinion. The CO was Commander Ty Morris. He was a experienced pro. He had his SH-60 LAMPs III ASW bird up so he tasked it with trying to find the possible submarine contact.

In 15 minutes the Seahawk was in position and using it's dipping SONAR. Nothing came up except a few faint noises that the computer discarded as current noises. The Seahawk dropped some sonobueys and continued to use the dipping SONAR, but got nothing for 45 minutes outside the faint current noises. The bird was getting low on fuel and returned to the frigate. Commander Morris would report the possible submarine contact to fleet command, but he thought nothing of it. After all, no sub driver could get by him.
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Admiral Bismark was more worried. He had on his board dozens of possible submarine contacts. He couldn't pursue them all, but he still had his ASW birds up or on high alert in bases. He had to be patient he realized. Sub hunting was not something for the impatient or too eager he realized. He had to relax and make sure his men did.

OOC: you can attack any time now with your subs. I'll let the attack go unstopped, but you can expect me to pounce on your two subs when they attack.

OOC: Wow, I wasn't expecting they'd move that fast :)( But OK, will do, got to be off for a bit now though.

OOC: Oops forgot about satellites, well we are in international waters. Havn't done a Naval RP in awhile, please tell me if I'm doing anything wrong. Im no expert in naval battles.

Aboard the DAFS Victory - Battle Group Delta

The Victory cut through the deep, blue, ocean waters, which were unusually calm for this time of the year. Her captain was stout, white-haired man by the name of Edward Stacker. He had been in the Navy for years and was known as the "oldest man in the business". With his age also came respect. Although not evry one of his crew liked him, but they damn sure respected him. He quietly thought to himself as he looked at the deck below, the crew readying the aircraft, which were most likely going to war. "Calm before the storm". As he turned to his left he saw the Oneida and on his right the Memorial,trailing not far behind. Suddenly the OOD interrupted his daydream.

"Captain!"

"Yes Commander Ridge?"

"One of our patrol aircraft has a target, a Benderberg Warship, bearing Zero-Four-One"

"Make the call to DFC(Demidian Forces Control) ask them if we have a green light to engage."

"Do you expect to fight?"

The Captain stared at him for a moment, then turned away. the OOD moved on to fufill his order.

From The Desk Of President Cactus Jack Foley
Hello, I would like to say that I am highly upset with the treatment of Non-Christians. As you know 68% of Wrescal Lane is Jewish. We will take as many Jews and Muslims and people of other faiths. However. If you continue with these despicabke acts. We will have to use milatary force.
(OOC: My aim is NRVANA12094 and my aol is Doovie120@aol.com)

The 2nd Benderberg CVBG was 450 miles from the Demidia fleet, the fleet consisted of 1 Nimitz CVN, 2 Ticonderoga CGs, 4 Arleigh Burke DDGs, 2 Oliver Hazard Perry FFGs, 4 logistical ships, 2 Los Angeles class improved SSNs, and an Oscar II SSGN.

Vice-Admiral James Wills was the commanding officer of the group. He had land based aircraft and other Naval ships available to aid him in any possible battle. He looked at the latest intel from the RORSAT satelite called Ocean Sight 3. It showed 3 Demidia ships steaming for his fatherland. 2 of the ships were capital ships and very deadly.

Wills was worrying a lot lately. His aged face showed the wrinkles to prove it. "CAG," he called. "Get an E-2 with 4 Tomcat escorts up at all times." He was answered with a "Yes Sir!" He then ordered his escort screen commander to have his Aegis ships to operate their powerful Radars around the clock and watch for activity. He ordered his frigates to get SH-60s up and had his carrier launch S-3B Vikings to watch for possible submarines. He wanted to make sure he was ready for whatever could happen.

K-401's blunt, rounded bow cut slowly through the black deep as the submarine approached the surface ship searching for her. Having tracked the frigate for the past 12 kilometres, the submarine was now working herself into an attack position. Behind her, K-282, the other sub, had detached and was running south-west, aiming to avoid the Benderbergian shipping above.

The tension within K-401's control room was high, the air thick with sweat and anticipation. In torpedo tubes one to eight, wire-guided UGST torpedoes lay waiting, constantly being fed data directly from the fire-control computer to their microchip brains. Each carried a 450Kg HE warhead, emply enough to blow that little frigate to hell and back out again, but the captain was reluctant to attack too soon, lest he give his ship away. His name was Gorshkov, and though no relation of the old admiral, he was equally skilled at his work. Now he turned to the Chief Sonar Operator.

"How good is it?" he asked, referring to the sonar's fix on the frigate.
"Not too bad, but the surface weather's playing hell with it at times. For all we know, a helicopter's pinned us down and is now going to torp us to bits."
"In that case, we'll be basted in saltwater," chuckled Gorshkov. Nobody laughed. "Range?" The CSO sighed.
"Between 28 and 35 thousand metres, I think, probably the lower number given this muck above us. Can he hear us?" the CSO asked rhetorically. "At our current depth, I'd say no. We're moving very quietly and we're three hundred metres down. Not much chance he'll pick us up; of course the moment we fire..."
"I'm aware of what will happen," replied Gorshkov curtly. He considered for a moment. At their present range, about...30 thousand metres, the torpedoes would take, at 40 knots, about...12 minutes to cover that distance, maybe 10 if one accounted for the fact they'd kick to 50 knots at the end of the run...no, too long. He would have to get closer.
"Diving officer, set depth 420 metres. Steering, steer course 305 and set revolutions for four knots." Let's get under the bastard.

Aboard the DAFS Victory - Battle Group Delta

Stacker looked over the latest SAT-5 images. it showed a rather large Benderberg Battle Group a less than 500 miles away. He knew that if it came to a direct confrontation, that his group would not be able to succeed. Just as he put down the final image, there was a knock on the door. "Commander Ridge Sir" said the guard outside his quarters. "Let him in" Stacker replied. "Sir, DFC gives us a Green light and final decision rests with you sir"
"Thank you, you may go."

As Ridge came up to the bridge, he noticed many officers running about.
"What is going on?" he asked. The Communications Officer replied back to him as he searched through some papers. "Sir we have a positive read of at least one DPUO submarine by a sonar buoy in sector 7-776-332." The Commander expressed a sigh of relief. "Good, try to make contact through DPUO Naval Command, see if we can get a cooperation going here. After all we are fellow OMP members. I will go inform the Captain". "Yessir" replied the Communications officer.

OOC: 'Cos you're on the west coast that'll likely be my lone Sierra-III.

IC: The Demidians had themselves been picked up by the slinking Sierra-III as she moved slowly, carefully towards Benderberg. The submarine, once she was sure there was no danger, did something so unlikely nobody could have foreseen it: she moved up and surfaced, her black, squat sail visible through the spray and wind some distance from the Demidians. The periscope's aldis light flickered weakly:

"Are...you...Demidia?" it asked.

The Memorial was the first vessel to see the dim flickering light off in the distance. Without any hesitation, the intel was passed directly to Captain Stacker of the DAFS Victory. "Reply." Was all he said to the morse-light operator.

The large uber-powerful light began relaying the reply to the vessel.

"This......is........Demidia..........we.................are.....................friendly....."

As well the Prime Minister was aware of the ongoings in Benderberg, and after hearing of the presence of the DPUO Sub, he made a secret transmission of the DPUO government.

TRANSMISSION No. 0959573
To: DPUO Government
From: Prime Minister Jack O'Reilly
Hello, this is Demidian Prime Minister Jack O'Reilly. We are also involved in the Benderberg incident at sea. May I suggest a possible joint coalition to rectify the situation? Please reply ASAP.

Jack O'Reilly

END TRANSMISSION

Although he winced at the piercing shaft of light rubbing at his eyeball, the Sierra-III's captain understood well enough. "Acknowledge," he ordered the XO, smiling to himself. Mere minutes later, a message arrived from the Admiralty telling him that Demidian vessles were indeed friendly, and that they were to work with them; his ship was now to act as an escort for the Demidians. The captain kept his sub surfaced and swung her towards the Demidian fleet, running to get into position ahead of the group before he dived while sailors popped up, with his permission, through the hatches to take a brief look before climbing down out of the wet.

To: J. O'Reilly.
From: M. Jones

Of course. A meeting should take place ASAP, if only over the phone. Contact me via the private switchboard. (OOC: Assume he gave you the number. I'm off to bed, night all!)

OOC: I'll be back sometime tommorrow so don't expect any responses soon.

Takha was getting impatient for answers. His Ministry of Regrettable Circumstances should have filed a report on the Banderburg incident. He was about to leave the altar to knock some heads when Mikhayl came running in. "Sorry about this! The MRC's communication lines are down!" he panted as he handed Takha a document folder.

Takha opened the folder. He scanned it over for a few seconds and looked up. "Tell them to send out an international call for allies. It would be relatively futile to take any action without international support. I want the Aribtration Force ready for immediate deployment." Takha ordered. "Also, the IWN should deploy some naval forces in international water ASAP."

He slammed the folder closed and dropped it on the floor. "Mikhayl, it's your troops task to look after the homeland whilst we prepare for military action." Mikhayl looked pretty shocked. "Um, yeh... sure High Priest" he said, departing from the room hastily.

After the notice and tracking of a large CVBG a mere 450 miles from the Task Force, the Naval Command Office gave the order to have two nearby vessels join Task Force Delta, with a third vessel joining the force a day after. the DAFS Croswell and the DAFS Leamington were paired together for the escort of a damaged submarine, only 765 miles from Task Force Delta's present position, both Niyau Class Guided Missile Cruisers. The thrid vessel the DAFS Hope was a high speed light carrier.

OOC: DPUO if you have AIM or w/e could you TG me it please? Thanks.

Aboard the DAFS Victory - Task Force Delta
Captain Stacker was just arising from his sleep when he heard a knock on the door. "Captain news from HQ." said the voice. "Leave it beneath me door.". he'd get around to it. He ambled over to the white letter and picked it up. He opened it with his thumbnail and read it aloud, softly to himself."*whispers* DPUO Coalition blah blah blah....... 3 new ships blah blah blah....very good." He proceeded to go on with his morning ~get up~ ritual.

The Captain thought to himself:
1 Lakota CVN, 1 Eternity Light CVN, 1 Blackfoot Heavy Cruiser, 2 Niyau Guided Missile Cruisers, 1 Oneida Class Destroyer, and a DPUO Sub against
1 Nimitz CVN, 2 Ticonderoga CGs, 4 Arleigh Burke DDGs, 2 Oliver Hazard Perry FFGs, 4 logistical ships, 2 Los Angeles class improved SSNs, and an Oscar II SSGN. He had won against odds worse that that before, but Benderberg seemed to be alot better that those pirate nations that had threatened Demidia before. He then wrote this in his mind: If this is to be my end, then let me make such an end that I will be worthy of rememberence.

OOC: What do you want from this RP benderberg? How do you want it to go? Takeover? You win? Tie? No war? Thanks!

OOC: What do you want from this RP benderberg? How do you want it to go? Takeover? You win? Tie? No war? Thanks!
OOC: Naval skirmish is good. I think a tie is good for both sides. I lose my whole group and you lose your whole group. This is quite possible since we will both have huge amounts of cruise missiles screaming for eachother and I doubt any ship on either side would survive in these circumstances in RL. The subs on both sides would live though as they are hundreds of miles from eachother and can't be hit by cruise missiles and torpedos can't go beyond 30K-40K yards.

OOC: Same question as Demidia. My plan for things was a very quick strike with those two subs followed by a battle below the waves type thing. I'm not sure where you want to go from there, so I reckon we just take it as it comes.

OOC: Same question as Demidia. My plan for things was a very quick strike with those two subs followed by a battle below the waves type thing. I'm not sure where you want to go from there, so I reckon we just take it as it comes.
OOC: no problem, start your attack please.

OOC: OK.

IC: Gorshkov re-checked the plot himself for the 20th time in the space of as many minutes. His submarine was now within 12 thousand metres of the frigate; at this range, it would take his torpedoes about 10 minutes to cover that distance...he didn't want to risk getting closer, but equally, he didn't want to launch from this distance. And then he had the other submarine to consider...

With a sigh, he turned to the weapons officer. "Flood and pressurise tubes one and two, lock solution." The sound of water rushing into the tubes could be heard in the sail; he could only pray the frigate's crew hadn't heard it too.
"Tubes one flooded and pressurised, solution locked," reported the WO after a hiatus.
"Very well. Revolutions for six knots, set depth 020 metres, ten degree up angle. Prepare for launch, tubes one and two." A flurry of activity in response to the orders as the submarine's speed built and her deck took on a 10-degree upward cant, during which Gorshkov looked anxiously at the sonar screen visible to him for the tell-tale trace of a torpedo, close aboard. "Open outer doors."
"Open outer doors aye," replied the WO, prseeing the switches, sweat beading on his forehead as the massive steel panels swung open on their hydraulics. One. Two. Three. Four. "Muzzle doors open, captain!"
"Launch one and two on my mark." Gorshkov waited until the range on the tactical display to the frigate came down to exactly ten thousand five hundred metres.
"Fire tube one! Fire tube two!"
"Tubes one and two fired sir."
"Torpedoes running normally sir" from the sonar operators. The WO confirmed that it was the case. The two burnished UGST torpedoes scree-ed from their tubes, accelerating to thirty knots, and ran straight for the Baltic as the Akula-III climbed upwards. By Gorshkov's timing, they would launch their first pair of missiles just as the torpedoes struck.

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To the south-west, some 18 kilometres away from K-401's position, her sister K-272 was procceding independently with her attack. Her commander had elected to take the riskier option of launching his missiles prior to dealing with any opposition in the area. The submarine's hull, round and dark, could have been seen through the water by any small child on a rubber boat. Said child would have been shocked, however, when from the sub's torpedo tubes, two SS-N-27 land-attack missiles emerged, trailing smoke and flame as they separated from their launch canisters and soared into the air before settling back onto their sea-skimming trajectory and steering north-north-west for a Benderbergian port. The submarine launched the rest of her eight missiles in two bursts of four, and then turned smartly about, diving rapidly and seeking the refuge of deep water before the coastal forces could swarm her.

OOC: Hope that attacking a port city/town thing is OK; if not make it what you want.

OOC:I'll reply tomorrow afternoon, I gotta get to bed now.

Without time to deploy full supply lines, the IWN only had time to ten submarines which would likely arrive in a timely manner. When the skirmish started they were about ten minutes from the engagement zone.

However, at the orders of High Priest Takha the Independent Air Force deployed 10 F-16 Fighting Falcons ahead of the submarines.

The Falcons flew over the battleground identifying targets. In their first pass they made no attempts to fire in order to be certain their targets were of Benderberg origin. They took light flak fire but were generally ignored by the naval forces below.

On the second pass they split into two groups. Each group took on one target. The first one engaged an Oliver Hazard Perry FFG. A stream of AIM-120 AMRAAM missiles flew down, but most were successfully destroyed by the on-board defense systems. One of the missiles hit, causing the hull of the vessel to buckle but failing to do any critical damage. Two others that had not been shot down dropped into the water and exploded underwater, showering the crew of the vessel but causing no structural damage.

The second group engaged an Arleigh Burke DDG. The fighters flew too low. Although three missiles hit their target only two detonated. However, this left the destroyer crippled. It did however manage to fire off a volley of SAM missiles. One of them hit home and brought a Falcon flying down into the deep. Another clipped the wing of one of the F-16s but failed to damage it sufficently to keep it out of action.

Without time to deploy full supply lines, the IWN only had time to ten submarines which would likely arrive in a timely manner. When the skirmish started they were about ten minutes from the engagement zone.

However, at the orders of High Priest Takha the Independent Air Force deployed 10 F-16 Fighting Falcons ahead of the submarines.

The Falcons flew over the battleground identifying targets. In their first pass they made no attempts to fire in order to be certain their targets were of Benderberg origin. They took light flak fire but were generally ignored by the naval forces below.

On the second pass they split into two groups. Each group took on one target. The first one engaged an Oliver Hazard Perry FFG. A stream of AIM-120 AMRAAM missiles flew down, but most were successfully destroyed by the on-board defense systems. One of the missiles hit, causing the hull of the vessel to buckle but failing to do any critical damage. Two others that had not been shot down dropped into the water and exploded underwater, showering the crew of the vessel but causing no structural damage.

The second group engaged an Arleigh Burke DDG. The fighters flew too low. Although three missiles hit their target only two detonated. However, this left the destroyer crippled. It did however manage to fire off a volley of SAM missiles. One of them hit home and brought a Falcon flying down into the deep. Another clipped the wing of one of the F-16s but failed to damage it sufficently to keep it out of action.

OOC: I understand you are new to RPing so I'll let you try again, but you can't RP what the other side does and you have to allow for response. Given the 200 mile range of the Aegis system, there is almost no way your F-16s would get within 100 miles of the Naval group and they would likely be killed from further away due to the fact I have F-14Ds, AWACs, and Phoenix missiles (a deadly trio). I'll let you try again if you want to as I understand it is hard to understand NS RP ettiquitte as a young nation and hope you can gain experience here.

Aboard the DAFS Victory - Task Force Delta

Tensions were high, the Benderberg Battle Group was well within cruise missile range. DFC had given Captain Stacker the final authority to make the decision. After much deliberation within himself, the Captain made the decision. He made his way to the Bridge and informed the XO.

"Fire 3 'Taboos" for every Benderberg ship, inform the Sierra III that ask them to do as they wish, if they request to leave they may."

The DEM-AI Battlefield Theatre Control AI painted the Benderberg battle group off in the distance. Within seconds, the Taboo Anti-Ship Missiles hurled into the sky screaming off towards the Benderberg fleet. The XO a John Bridgewater, then passed on the order to alert all See-Whiz systems and prepare for a retaliation. The only ship not present was the Eternity Class Carrier, it had still not arrived due to a fire. The Captain hoped it would arrive in time.

OOC: Is this RP ok? I can delete it if its wrong.

OOC: OK.

IC: Gorshkov re-checked the plot himself for the 20th time in the space of as many minutes. His submarine was now within 12 thousand metres of the frigate; at this range, it would take his torpedoes about 10 minutes to cover that distance...he didn't want to risk getting closer, but equally, he didn't want to launch from this distance. And then he had the other submarine to consider...

With a sigh, he turned to the weapons officer. "Flood and pressurise tubes one and two, lock solution." The sound of water rushing into the tubes could be heard in the sail; he could only pray the frigate's crew hadn't heard it too.
"Tubes one flooded and pressurised, solution locked," reported the WO after a hiatus.
"Very well. Revolutions for six knots, set depth 020 metres, ten degree up angle. Prepare for launch, tubes one and two." A flurry of activity in response to the orders as the submarine's speed built and her deck took on a 10-degree upward cant, during which Gorshkov looked anxiously at the sonar screen visible to him for the tell-tale trace of a torpedo, close aboard. "Open outer doors."
"Open outer doors aye," replied the WO, prseeing the switches, sweat beading on his forehead as the massive steel panels swung open on their hydraulics. One. Two. Three. Four. "Muzzle doors open, captain!"
"Launch one and two on my mark." Gorshkov waited until the range on the tactical display to the frigate came down to exactly ten thousand five hundred metres.
"Fire tube one! Fire tube two!"
"Tubes one and two fired sir."
"Torpedoes running normally sir" from the sonar operators. The WO confirmed that it was the case. The two burnished UGST torpedoes scree-ed from their tubes, accelerating to thirty knots, and ran straight for the Baltic as the Akula-III climbed upwards. By Gorshkov's timing, they would launch their first pair of missiles just as the torpedoes struck.

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To the south-west, some 18 kilometres away from K-401's position, her sister K-272 was procceding independently with her attack. Her commander had elected to take the riskier option of launching his missiles prior to dealing with any opposition in the area. The submarine's hull, round and dark, could have been seen through the water by any small child on a rubber boat. Said child would have been shocked, however, when from the sub's torpedo tubes, two SS-N-27 land-attack missiles emerged, trailing smoke and flame as they separated from their launch canisters and soared into the air before settling back onto their sea-skimming trajectory and steering north-north-west for a Benderbergian port. The submarine launched the rest of her eight missiles in two bursts of four, and then turned smartly about, diving rapidly and seeking the refuge of deep water before the coastal forces could swarm her.

OOC: Hope that attacking a port city/town thing is OK; if not make it what you want.


BSS Baltic
The ship was quiet on this moonless night. The XO made the comment that moonless nights tend to strike bad luck. No one wanted to hear such superstitions, but sailors still believed them. It seemed unlikely this would prove true, but on this night it would.

"CONN SONAR! I have hydrophone effects torpedoes in the water bearing 125. Likely enemy submarine!" yelled the Sonarman.

"BATTLESTATIONS!" yelled the Commander as he ran to the CIC where he would run the battle. "What can you tell me SONAR?" he asked.

"I estimate range of 10K yards of 4 incoming torpedos," he responded.

"Helm, ahead flank, left full rudder new course 305," ordered the CO. "Weps, fire 4 ASROC torpedos in the bearing of 125, have fall ranges from 6.5K yards-10K yards. Flight, when will the chopper get in the air?"

"It will be up in 3 minutes," responded the cheif flight mechanic. His speech was interrupted by the sound of the ASROC launching four times.

"Radio, send a message to the fleet," said the CO. "Get some Orions or VIkings out here. SONAR, where are the torps?"

"the 4 fish are 7,000 yards aft. Estimate impact in 9 minutes at our current speed. 2 of the fish have active acquisition on us," said the SONARman who was saying his Hail Marys at this time.

The Helicopter rose when the torpedos were 4,000 yards away. The pilot took what he knew would be the last look he would ever have at his great ship. He had a mission and would get his revenge. He looked over his shoulder to see the final 4 ASROC rounds launched on what SONAR thought would be the probable position of the submarine.

18 minutes after the torpedoes launched, they made their final approach. The 1st torpedo went for the Nixie decoy and blew up on contact. While the Nixie was successful, there were no more trailed. The 2nd torpedo hit dead aft at the single propellor blowing it off and snapping the shaft seals. The sub was rocked and there was much shock damage to piping, much of which broke sending hot steam out into passageways and scolding many crewmembers. Little flooding occured.

The 3rd fish was deadlier, it hit 125 feet forward fo the propellors blowing a 40x40 foot hole in the ship and sending shrapnel throughout the compartments aft of amidships. Flooding was severe as 3 whole compartments had bulkhead failure. The ship was immediately listing to starboard with flooding and fires. The final torpedo made that look like nothing as it hit directly amidships snapping the keel and almost severing the ship. The Frigate stood there dead in the water with men trying to escape the aft sections and fight the fires and floods. As the aft starboard end started to fill up quicker, the rest of the hull snapped and the Baltic was in two pieces. The aft section sank in 14 minutes while the forward section stayed afloat for 30 minutes before sinking. When all was said and done, of the 205 crewmen, 140 had perish in the ship. 25 more would die of exposure and only 40 would be rescued. The Captain was among the dead.

Meanwhile, the helicopter pilot saw the weapons his his ship. He was bent on revenge. He put his dipping SONAR down near where the enemy sub fired from and and started to actively ping. More help was arriving on station he saw as a P-3C Orion flew 2,000 feet above him.

OOC: I don't know what you want to do with your sub. I guess the options are the ASROCs killed him, the Helo will kill him (not in this post yet as I need to know your intentions here) or he gets away untouched or damaged.

IC:The SS-N-27 cruise missiles came in fast on the port city of Dresden. Air defenses weren't prepared and only downed 2 of the missiles. The other 8 came in on the Naval base and harbor facilities. 2 of them struck the actual base killing an Arleigh Burke DDG tied up there and a submarine tender killing all hands and damaging the yard where they were docked. 2 more hit the oil refinery near the commerical docks sending flames a few hundred feet high and flaming debris throughout the city. 1,150 people were killed and over 3,000 injured. Many of the dead were civilians. 1 more missile went for the Naval Air Station where it hit the Administration offices and killed 83 employees. 2 missiles went into the city itself. 1 struck a 50 story office building, killing only 228 people. Luckily the attack wasn't during day so casualties were light there, but the building was destroyed. The other missile that went for the city hit a residential neighborhood where it damaged or destroyed 12 homes and killed 32 people. The final missile went for an Army base. It struck barracks and killed 525 soldiers.

OOC: Rping the attack on the 2nd sub depends on what we decide for the 1st, but I have some patrol planes heading there so just make an post saying what you want to happen.

"Captain, pings close aboard!" remarked the CSO to Gorshkov.
Damn! Bang goes the missile attack..."Hard astarboard, steer 095! All ahead standard, set depth 320 metres, 20 degrees dive! Launch active and passive at 220."
"All ahead standard, set depth 320 20 degrees dive aye!" responded the XO. Gorshvok listened as the orders were relayed through the bridge, feeling his submarine heel around and accelerate, seeking to move below the layer, the rumble of the turbines coming through as a low, thrumming vibration on the bridge where his hand lay. The ship maintained 15 knots as she dived, the depth gauges spinning down through metres of water as she plunged downwards, her sonars still listening for the tell-tale whine of a high-speed screw or the simple splash of a depth-charge; and all the time, those infernal pings ringing through the steel hull as the submarine sought shelter below the thermocline. Gorshkov's hand felt the judder as two decoy canisters left the stern of his ship, emitting both bubbles to confuse active sonar and sound to interfere with passive rigs. They were excellent decoys in testing, but now he had to stake his life on them...
"At set depth, 3-2-0 metres," commented the Diving Officer. Gorshkov noticed with some gratitude his ship's assumption of a flat angle as she charged away from the fire that had to be coming for her. Just a matter of time.

That time was running out. With a heavy splash, the first of the Mk46 torpedoes from the ASROC launcher entered the water. The torpedo ran up to 30 knots and began to make S-turns through the water, pinging with active sonar and listening for passive signals. With K-401 speeding away at 15 knots, there was certainly something for the torpedo to home in on, but Gorshkov was, for now, safe. The torpedo's active sonar refused to penetrate the layer, and the passive sonar decoy he had deployed masked his ship's sound, at least for now.

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K-272's day was as yet much less eventful. Unaware of the inbound planes, she began to head south at 10 knots, 250 metres below the surface.

OOC: Added: I'm reckoning on Gorshkov's boat making it home, albeit kinda beat up, while K-272 will basically have an uneventful trip out (since it's probably relatively unlikely that a patrol aircraft with fairly limited targeting formation could find her, I would think - 'course, I'm no expert :D

OOC: I understand you are new to RPing so I'll let you try again, but you can't RP what the other side does and you have to allow for response. Given the 200 mile range of the Aegis system, there is almost no way your F-16s would get within 100 miles of the Naval group and they would likely be killed from further away due to the fact I have F-14Ds, AWACs, and Phoenix missiles (a deadly trio). I'll let you try again if you want to as I understand it is hard to understand NS RP ettiquitte as a young nation and hope you can gain experience here.

OOC: please read my signature... i have been playing well over a year. You had clearly specified the losses beforehand (near total)... so i didn't think it would hurt to play out about 15 seconds of battle before you had free reign over what happened next :rolleyes: but hey, w/e... pretend I didn't post. I prefer quick interesting roleplay to 100% etiquette+realism, sorry if you didn't want that.

OOC: Added: I'm reckoning on Gorshkov's boat making it home, albeit kinda beat up, while K-272 will basically have an uneventful trip out (since it's probably relatively unlikely that a patrol aircraft with fairly limited targeting formation could find her, I would think - 'course, I'm no expert :D

OOC: Fine, your subs can get away safely. I understand that patrol planes usually need surface support, which is lacking right now.

Aboard the DAFS Victory - Task Force Delta

Tensions were high, the Benderberg Battle Group was well within cruise missile range. DFC had given Captain Stacker the final authority to make the decision. After much deliberation within himself, the Captain made the decision. He made his way to the Bridge and informed the XO.

"Fire 3 'Taboos" for every Benderberg ship, inform the Sierra III that ask them to do as they wish, if they request to leave they may."

The DEM-AI Battlefield Theatre Control AI painted the Benderberg battle group off in the distance. Within seconds, the Taboo Anti-Ship Missiles hurled into the sky screaming off towards the Benderberg fleet. The XO a John Bridgewater, then passed on the order to alert all See-Whiz systems and prepare for a retaliation. The only ship not present was the Eternity Class Carrier, it had still not arrived due to a fire. The Captain hoped it would arrive in time.

OOC: Is this RP ok? I can delete it if its wrong.

"GENERAL QUARTERS!" yelled the Rear-Admiral who was commanding the fleet. The detected missiles were targeted by Aegis ships if possible. The VLS Aegis ships also had TASM missiles in their cells and began launching them. In 15 minutes, a total of 105 cruise missiles were in the air and heading for the enemy fleet.

The Nimitz class carrier launched all the aircraft aboard as quickly as possible. Here 24 F-14Ds were each armed with 4 Phoenixs, 2 Sidewinders, and 2 Harpoons as they headed for the Demidia surface fleet. The 36 F/A-18Es were armed with 2 AMRAAMS, 2 ASRAAMs, and 4 Harpoons. 1 of the carrier's 3 E-2C Hawkeyes was launched. In addition to this, all 8 of the S-3B Vikings were launched to work ASW jobs and to act as tankers.

With missiles inbound, the Aegis ships launched their SM-2MR Block III SAMs. The inbound missile count was dropping rapidly, but not fast enough.

The 1st few missiles hit the 2 Perry class ASW FFGs. One of them was hit forward of the superstructure. The missile magazines were set off by this hit and the ship was incinerated forward of the CIC and smokestack. No one lived on this ship.

The 2nd FFG was luckier. The Phalanx guns hit the incoming missile at a range of 100 yards. It didn't matter much as the fragments shot through the after end of the superstructure crippling the electronic gear and starting mass fires on the aft quarterdeck and the superstructure. Most of the officers were killed as shrapnel went through the CIC and bridge. With no leadership and the ship's fire out of control, the crew abandoned, only 104 got off alive.

3 of the 4 Aegis DDGs were completely destroyed in various fashions. The 4th one lived. The missile hit aft just below the helo deck and hangar. While important engineering and flight sections were destroyed and fires began, the ship's crew was able to fight back and save their ship with propulsion systems still intact and only 40 casualties.

1 of the Ticonderoga class CGs took a minor hit. The CIWS system hit the missile from 200 yards. Shrapnel hit the forward superstructure starting only minor fires, but the SPY-1A radars of the Aegis system were destroyed and 8 crewmen were killed with 20 injured. The other Ticonderoga lived.

All 4 logistical ships were lost. Loaded with fuel and missiles with no defenses this was no surprise.

The carrier didn't fair well either. The 1st inbound was hit by the CIWS system at a range of 140 yards. The fragments shot across the flight deck reaking havoc among the poor crews atop causing over 100 casualties. The 2nd inbound hit 2 decks below the flight deck and aft on the starboard side. Sadly, this was where the CIWS was. The senior officers aboard including the Admiral were all killed and the aft hangar and flight deck were destroyed. This included the arrester gear to recover aircraft. The Naval planes would have to land at Dresden airfields. The final missile hit forward right under a catapult. An E-2 was on one of the cats and was blown 40 feet in the air and into the sea with her crew. Worst of all, the catapults and the carrier were usless. 800 casualties were suffered on the ship, but she would live.

Aboard the DAFS Memorial - Task Force Delta

"My god..." The Sensory Officer said to himself as his screen lit up with over 100 inbounds. "Sir, 105 Confirmed hostile inbounds!". "Right then, luanch all available Virtue and Virtue II SAMs and alert all Bloodhounds to be ready for enemy fighters." "Yessir!" Every VLS was throwing SAMs in the air, the enemy missiles were oncoming and there was no doubt that the toll would be high.

The Victory launched all available fighters. Within minutes 31 F4000 "Blacksky" Fighters and 23 JE-1000 "Bloodhound" Interceptors were targeting enemy fighters. Soon an airbattle would commence, one that has not been seen in Demidian history.

Minutes later
The SAMs took out many of the enemy missiles but not enough... The Oneida was the first to be hit. The dual CIWS systems mangaed to knock out 2 missiles at less that 100 yards. The shrapnel blasted through the superstructure, killing all inside the CIC and bridge areas. fires immediatly started, setting off missile warheads ripping the ships steel hull apard as if it were paper leaving no survivors. The two Niyau Cruisers were even worse. The CIWS systems did not go online due to a known defect in the Niyau design. Many missiles hit the Niyau Cruisers and ripped the 171 metre vessels right down to the core. This left the Blackfoot Cruiser and the Lakota CVN. The CVN recieved significant damage, although no where near the catastrophes of the previous ships the CIWS systems managed to knock out quite a few missiles at a considerable distance although shrapnel did penetrate parts of the superstructure. Fires began in the CIC but were put out without much difficulty. The most damage came from two missiles, one hit the catapults and the other hit the other end of the "runway". This ended all incoming and outgoing flights and doomed all in-flight aircraft. The Blackfoot was at a considerable advantage as the Destroyer and two smaller cruisers shielded the missiles from the Blackfoot.

Ships Intact
Blackfoot Heavy Cruiser
Eternity CVN - NOT PRESENT AT BATTLE

Ships Crippled
Lakota CVN - FLIGHT OPS OFFLINE

Ships Lost
Oneida Air Defense Destroyer - All Crew KIA
2x Niyua Guided Missile Cruisers - 400+ KIA

OOC: we have to fight the airbattle now, looks like no SAM support so it is planes vs planes here,

AIR BATTLE!!!
The 24 F-14D Tomcats were leading the way of the IDF strike force. A pair of E-2C Hawkeyes had controllers aboard directing the battle. A few E-3Cs and some ground based fighters were being sent to go after survivors of the enemy fleet and help in the air battle, but they were a little ways off.

The E-2Cs had the enemy fighters at a range of 250 miles.

The F-14Ds came through in groups of 12. At 115 nautical miles, the pilots took the guidance provided by the E-2Cs and fired a pair of AIM-54E Phoenix missiles. The 2nd squadron of 12 did the same. Then the 1st group would fire their remaining 2 Phoenixs. After they were Winchester for the Phoenix, the 2nd group would fire their last Phoenixs. In all, there were 96 of the Mach 5 speed long range missile that could pull more Gs than a pilot or plane could handle.

The F/A-18s were armed with lesser range AMRAAMs and like the F-14s, they had Sidewinders or ASRAAMs. They would fire at the survivors of the 1st barrage of missiles.

Meanwhile, the F-14s closed in to a range to a range where they could launch their Harpoon II ASMs, but the surviving fighters would have to be taken 1st.

About 450 miles away, a group of 42 Tu-22M Backfires escorted by 12 F-14Ds, 8 F/A-22As, and 32 F-15Cs with 2 E-3 Sentrys were heading for the 3 surving ships with a mission to destroy them. This group was coming from the Southern side of the fleet while the carrier aircraft were coming from the North. The odds looked good that the Backfires would get to the range of 225 miles to fire their AS-6 missiles.

OOC: The Eternity is not within range, its far off... I doubt it will be of any use and I'll play off of the fact that it did not follow orders in a future RP.
31 F4000 "Blacksky" Multi-Role Fighters
23 JE-1000 "Bloodhound" Interceptors

The Bloodhounds, targeted the incoming enemy missiles & fighters and fired the Demidian equivilant to the Phoenix, the "Fatboy" AAM at the various blobs filling their screens. The Blacksky Fighters loaded their "Empire" ASM and began to target the remaining Benderberg ships. The strike commander James Sanct, knew that both groups would have severe losses. He radioed the Blackfoot Cruiser, which still had a huge SAM loadout. "Seagull Group to Blackfoot Cruiser, if you could give us a little assistance....". "Roger that Seagull 1" At that point, the Blackfoot began chucking SAMs into the air hopefully evening the odds...

OOC: I forgot your Eternity wasn't there yet, but with your cruiser targeting planes, he is now vulnerable to all the missiles and with this many coming for only 2 ships they probably won't live, especially with limited SAM stockpiles on the ships.

IC: The F-14s saw the incoming missiles, the game with the Phoenix and missiles like it was chicken. The IDF planes fired 1st so they had the advantage, but many enemy planes would live and the missiles would be guided for them and heavy losses would occur. The F-14s fired off their Harpoons before the enemy missiles got to half their range. They then flipped on jammers for all it was worth. 19 of the 24 F-14Ds were lost. All F/A-18s were far enough back to to avoid the launches as they were the 2nd wave and not yet engaged in the battle. The E-2C gave the IDF planes an advantage to keep their Radars off while having guidance.

The land based wing was lucky. It appeared attention was focused elsewhere and allowed them to head in from the South. The 42 Tu-22M Backfires were designated ship killers and at a range of 225 miles, they fired 4 AS-6 missiles at the two enemy ships. The fast bombers then turned and fled on burner, but the fighters still bore in.

OOC: Isit possible for a nuclear reactor to overload by being hit by missiles? If so, possibly a nuclear explosion in this?

OOC: Isit possible for a nuclear reactor to overload by being hit by missiles? If so, possibly a nuclear explosion in this?
OOC: I will be majoring in nuclear physics next year and have some knowledge and can answer no. In a nuclear meltdown, it doesn't blow up like a nuclear bomb. You have a Hydrogen gas bubble form large amounts of pressure and end up blowing up in a conventional explosion, but it sends out fallout. Think about it as a dirty bomb explosion.

The only way that happens is when you have a loss of coolant to the reactor. Reactors only overload like that when you overwork them or don't cool them. attacking a nuclear ship wouldn't cause that unless the ship survives the initial hits only to lose power to the coolant systems. Ought to be interesting if you do that. China Syndrome on a ship.

The United States of neo_wolf condems this war.

Cant we all just get along?said president neo.

OOC: Perhaps doing that in this RP? Or just.....

OOC: Perhaps doing that in this RP? Or just.....
OOC what you do with your ships is your business have fun with whatever you decide. That is the purpose of free form RP. If you come up with some impossible way for your ships to die don't expect me to yell "GODMODE"

OOC: Thanks!

The Harpoons ripped through the cruisers thick skin. However, the Blackfoot was one heavy beast. The impact tore through the centre, multiple Harpoons dug through the guts of the ship.

The one weakness of the Blackfoot was a key point along the F-Deck Corridor. If a certain part of the ship, namely the broadside collapsed, then the weight of the superstructure. With the multiple Harpoons barreling the starboard broadside, this zone collapsed, shockwaving to one of the most important areas of the ship... The coolant area. It was immediatly obliterated from the ship, and with the chaos already on the ship as it was being torn apart from the barrage of enemy missiles. The reactor temperature began to skyrocket. With noone to think of some miraculous plan to save the ship's reactor from "boarding that plane to china"... It was soon to overload.

The Lakota had a small story, as it was a prime target, it was torn apart, leaving only the hull and the very lowest decks intact, however, they were quickly filling with water, and the vessel would not be saved.

The Demidian aircraft were dropping like flies. Out of the total 54 Demidian fighters... Only 14 survived the first wave. 10 Blackskys and 4 Bloodhounds. With their last hope in their grasp, the Blacksky's each launched 3 Racer AAM and the 4 Bloodhounds launched the remaining 2 Empire ASM in thier stocks.

OOC: I did launch ASMs and your remaining ships BTW, in my last RP post.

The surviving IDF carrier was doomed, with the only Tico cruiser available to defend here out of SM-2s it was over. The cruiser's CIWS system took out 1 incoming vampire, but 3 more hit the ship. One of which hit below the gun and caused a massive explosion ripping the whole ship apart as the gun rounds blew up within the ship. All hands were lost on the doomed ship. 401 sailors would never breath again.

On the carrier, the CIWS system was null and void as the first missile hits took out the RADARs. The senior officers were all dead in the CIWS. 4 incoming vampires hit the ship. Fires erupted as the starboard JP tank leaked and blew up sending a 150 foot section of the flight deck airborne. Men on the port side that had lived jumped overboard in mass. The ship began to sink as the 3rd missile put a 200 square foot hole in the starboard side. The batteries that ran the emergency systems were dry and watertight doors failed to close due to shock damage. Over 1,250 crewmen got into the water. Only 40 of which would ever step on dry land alive. The rest were now food for the local shark population.

8 more F/A-18Es fell to the incoming missiles, the survivors turned towards land. KC-135 tankers gave them the range to do so,

The last 14 of the Demidian fighters, upon detecting the "splashing" of the final Benderberg warship, decided to get the hell outta there. The groups only living commander James Sanct, gave the final order to evacuate upon detecting more enemy fighters entering the battlezone. Thier only hope was that the Eternity CVN would answer thier prayers.

The last 14 of the Demidian fighters, upon detecting the "splashing" of the final Benderberg warship, decided to get the hell outta there. The groups only living commander James Sanct, gave the final order to evacuate upon detecting more enemy fighters entering the battlezone. Thier only hope was that the Eternity CVN would answer thier prayers.
OOC: unless the Eternity enters the zone this will be a wrap.

OOC: Sorry for recent inactivity. I shall get on with my part.

IC: Gorshkov's troubles were anything but over. The next ASROC torpedo landed periolously close to his submarine. K-401 turned south-east and dived deep, running at 33 knots in an attempt to escape the torpedo. The weapon, in turn, went after the suddenly noisy submarine, but instead picked the decoys she had launched to destroy.

Two more ASROCs came down. One Mk46 simply ran in a circle, seemingly oblivious the the Akula's presence; the seocnd, latched onto her sonar signature and remorselessly refused to let go. The torpedo had a scant 5-knot speed advantage over the dashing submarine, but it was enough. As K-401 entered a hard turn to port and fired off a pair of countermeasures, the Mk46 lunged at the submarine's hull, striking the tough outer skin of steel above and just aft of the reactor spaces.

In the control room, Gorshkov felt his beloved ship ring with the detonation of the torpedo. He staggered, but kept his balance, and snatched up a telephone.
"Damage report!"
"Not sure yet sir!" replied a warrant officer.

In the machinery spaces, they were amply sure of the damage. The sub's outer hull had been peeled back and torn by the explosion of the 100lb warhead, but had absorbed much of the force of the relatively small charge. The inner hull was, as a result, intact, if extremely buckled and leaking from several seams. The shock damage had knocked out some of the lighting, and at least 2 electrical control mechanisms were out. The compartment was also filling slowly with water, but the pumps were keeping up, just about. Within minutes, all this was reported to Gorshkov.
"Bring her up! One five zero metres, now! Reduce speed to six knots!"
K-401 shot upwards, even as she lost some of that phenomenal speed, and levelled off at 150 metres below the surface. The leaking in the compartment was less serious now; Gorshkov determined that if need be he could run the route home surfaced. He headed down to inspect the damage for himself.

A P-3 Orion crew heard the explosion on one of the passive Sonobouys. No break up sounds were heard and that signaled that the sub was still alive. There was still noise from the area of the exlosion. The crew was unsure what it was, but they'd fire on it. The 40 year old Lockheed aircraft dropped to 1,000 feet, opened the bomb bay door, and then dropped a pair of Mk-50 ASW torpedoes from the bay as parachutes eased their fall into the water. The fish were set on active-passive search mode and were much more effective than the tiny Mk-46 with their old 100 lb useless warhead and ungainly twin prop design. The Mk-50s were set to head towards the area where the 1st torpedo made contact with the Akula. They were set to begin runs above the layer as a damaged submarine would have problems running deep.