Farewell, My Darling... (War) [Archive]

DontPissUsOff

25-11-2004, 23:12

OOC: Here we go again, eh? I'd ask for the old one to be del'd if I were you. ROlling all three posts into one:

OOC: Preliminary post.

IC: Richard Rush was sitting in the plump armchair in his otherwise spartan, three-roomed flat, sipping at a glass of particularly average Sake, when the programme about Czech 15th century cloud formations to which he had been utterly rivetted as mercifull interrupted by the characteristic logo of a state announcement, the flag and the song "Rule, Republic!", a blatant tip-off of "Rule, Britannia." After a few moments of the usual orchestral rendition, the Prime Minister appeared, standing before a tall wooden podium, looking, strangely, almost happy.

"Citizens and countrymen," he began, the song still playing in the background. "Today, we have once again been called upon by the oppressed and innocent to fulfill our pledge to those whom we can help lift from the grasp of Nazism. The people of Witzgall, tortured by their government, plead for us to rise and help them in their hour of need. And we, the defenders of freedom and justice, with our great allies in the Coalition, will not fail nor falter, until Nazism is smashed in Witzgall, and the people freed from its yoke! Forward, comrades!"

Rush sat, numbly, in his chair, as "Rule, Republic!" resurged from quietness, a breathtaking chorus drowning out even the cheers from the flat below him. The images of the nation's naval might paraded across the screen before him, and his telephone rang. He picked it up wearily, knowing what would emerge from the earpiece. After a brisk conversation, comprising "yes" on his part many times, Rush packed his bags, climbed onto a bus, and headed for the port of Arthurswick.
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12 hours later
Arthurswick naval base

Ice coated the upperworks of the taller ships moored in the harbour, frozen onto masts and aerials by the bitter north winds that whistled through the white-coated wires, scraping at the faces of the men and women removing the crystals of ice from these vital systems. The cold wind reached down to ground level, giving rise to curses, mute and not-so-mute, from those unfortunate enough to have the job of loading stores into the warships, and swung some of the cargoes precariously in their hoists, suspended by giant dockyard cranes. A few people watched, stolidly, from the perimeter fences, occasionally waving but mostly concentrating on keeping warm. Winter was closing in all too rapidly. At the mouth of the harbour, corvettes patrolled, shepherding civilian vessels away from this sensitive location, while jets turned lazy circles in the frigid, stony skies above. Richard rubbed his hands together on the quarterdeck of Moskva, his mighty battleship upon which he had served for the past 7 years. The metal of her superstructure was cold to the touch, but not so cold as his heart was as he watched pallets of ammunition being hoisted down into the ship. He glimpsed a stencilled marking on the sides of this batch of shells: "PV-212." That alone sent a shudder through him. He had heard rumous of what PV-212 was capable of doing to the human body, and quietly blessed the secure nature of the solid shells. He lit a cigarette, in an attempt to keep back at least some of the cold, and headed inside to the wardroom.
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Meeting of the Chiefs of Staff, 09:00 hrs, New Manchester base.

A great, rectangular, burnished oak table dominated the centre of the conference room. Around it were seats for eight, each with a pad and Parker pen, complete with a spare ink cartridge, and a glass of crystal-clear water. Paintings of mighty warships, ascending missiles, rolling tanks and hurtling aircraft hung framed on the oak panel walls, and at the head of the table, the flag of the Republic fluttered in the desultory breeze from the ventilators in the walls. At the table's centre, incongruous in the militaristic, formal setting, a large platter was heaped with biscuits, and in one corner or the room, where once had stood a fireplace, there was now a small area for making hot drinks. As the Prime Minister had once put it, "any fool can be uncomfortable." An attendant made sure everything was "just so", then quietly departed through a concealed door, closing it behind her with a soft click.

Ten minutes later, the room had a decidedly more cosy atmosphere, smelling heavily of tea and coffee and with several people munching on biscuits, sitting back and idly chatting in their seats. The Defence Minister finally finished milking his tea, and proceeded to his chair, waiting with a patient smile for the room to come to order. Gradually, the seven quietened down. Kazakov continued to smile.
"Thankyou, finally." He cast an affectionate eye around the group. "Right, let's get on with it. As I'm sure you're all aware, some 4 days ago, Witzgall began a programme of systematic genocide against...well, anyone who's not a WASP."
Nobody laughed; they weren't meant to.
"We attempted to continue diplomacy with them. Usually, it wears them down after a while, especially the knowledge that while they're sitting there we are readying our forces. However, this lot don't seem to be too familiar with the concept of knowing when to back down..."

"Typical bloody Nazis," commented the First Sea Lord, to general nods of agreement.

"Quieten down, Mick," replied Kazakov. "Anyway, we were still attempting to get a diplomatic solution when they decided to declare war on everyone opposing them; not the smartest move they've ever made, I'll wager." Kazakov spread a map out on the table - the OHP had ceased working for the foreseeable future - and waited as people jostled to see.

"As you can see, Witzgall is an island nation, much like ourselves. Their nation's rather more extreme latitude gives them a relatively severe climate: cold winters and hot summers, blizzards, and so forth."

"Not a place to go on holiday then?" joked Jacob Markham, head of the Special Warfare Forces. A ripple of slight laughter ran around the ring.

"Not really, no. Especially not for you, old boy." Markham remained quiet at that. He was part Hebrew, though not a Jew himself. For him, this was personal. The group pored over the map. Presently, "Mick" Tracy, First Sea Lord, spoke up.

"I take it we're going to be the first line of attack?"

"Yes, as always. We didn't spend..."

"Trillions on the Fleet for nothing. I know, Mikhail," retorted Tracy. "I also know that this will not be a walkover." Nods of agreement.

"Well, we can mitigate the difficulty, can't we?" said Kazakov, with a devilish smile.

"Certainly," commented the Head of Intelligence, Arnold MacIntyre. "Yes, we certainly can. Deception and so forth." The group gradually resumed their seats.

"So, Mick. Any ideas for deception?" prompted MacIntyre.

"Well, a few." Tracy leaned forward, his close-shaven red facial hair still showing somewhat. "First of all, we convince them that we aren't ready to fight. That's already being undertaken. Orders have been sent out, by our most secure methods, to the captains of all vessels currently at sea." That meant, they all knew, that those orders had been delivered by at least a 256-bit and code-of-the-day encrypted satellites message, or at best, by hand to the captains involved. "Those orders are for them to simulate as closely as possible a state of non-readiness. When I say that, I mean that they're to complain over the radio nets of shortages, make repeated requests for spares, have their ships stop a lot, submarines run surfaced to indicate problems, and so on."

Tracy took a sip of tea and went on.

"Secondly, we've begun camouflaging our larger ships. Basically, we erect large canvas and foil sheets over the decks, turrets and so forth of the ships to deceive satellites. It sounds outlandish, but it works well, at least when we try it. It's surprisingly easy to make a Hunter look like an oil tanker. Once this is done, they're being sent to sea in ones and twos, with orders for RV points. Even their departure is being done at night."

"Surely we can't keep them all camouflaged?" asked the Chief of the Ground Forces.

"No, we can't, that I admit," responded Tracy amiably.

"Well, won't they notice that they've gone?"

"I doubt it. When the ships leave harbour, we erect another canvas-and-foil "tent" over their berths. A satellite pass over the berth, or a satellite in geosynchrous orbit above the berth, will simply see a ship sitting there. To reinforce this and aid the first part of the deception, we're moving large numbers of "crates of spares" alongside. Those crates are, incidentally, crates of sand." Tracy smiled. "It gets better. Of course, there are plenty of ships cruising around on the surface, too, and beneath it, which could see. So the canvas-and-foil coverings also work from the sides." He passed around a pair of photographs from his jacket. "See if you can tell which of those is an aircraft carrier."

There followed many "umm" and "ahh" and "dammit!" sounds. Tracy's smile broadened a tad.

“Not too easy, is it?” He asked smugly. “It’s the one on the second photograph. If you’re looking really carefully, you can tell. Then again, who would pay that much heed to a merchant ship?”

“You’ve really been thinking about this, haven’t you?” asked Markham, genuinely impressed.

“Not me, Jacob. The intelligence services and the Naval Staff, a sterling job all round. Of course, I’m not finished yet. Tracy cracked his knuckles theatrically.

“In addition, we’re going to leave a fair number of warships blatantly obviously exposed to see. They will be a large decoy force. They’re going to draw all the fire of the Witzgallians – but they’ll probably be able to take it.”

“Bit of a gamble,” mused Kazakov.

“But a calculated one. If the enemy throws their main weight against this group, then when our attack hits them for real, they’re going to be hellishly surprised and shocked, which might give us the advantage we need. There are a few others things we’ll be doing, too.

One,” said Tracy, raising a finger, “we will be having a large number of “civilian” vessels head towards Witzgallian waters, remaining outside them at all times. The majority will actually be civilian – the fish around there are very good – but we will have plenty of AGIs in place.

Two, we are already moving several diesel submarines into position off shore, mainly Juliett-IIs. Those will give us the ability to strike quickly when the time’s ripe.

Three” (another finger) “we have ordered those ships already at sea in the area to maintain their stations as long as possible. That isn’t so much a deceptive move as an attempt to evaluate their capabilities before committing our main forces.

Four, we’ll be approaching from several different angles when we do make the main attack.

Five, we have a handy antidote for RORSATs, in the form of a large raft towed behind a submarine – which looks on radar like an aircraft carrier. We’ve tested this quite a lot, and providing the sea’s not too rough, say state three, you can simulate an entire battle force with a pair of submarines and a lot of hawsers. The rafts, by the way, carry IR lamps and pyrotechnic charges, so that they can even simulate being hit to satellites.

Six, we have a number of freighters which we rigged up with contraptions to make them appear to be destroyers, frigates, carriers and so forth for the last major naval action we were in. The Navy’s dusting those off, so we can use them within a few days.” Tracy sat back, a well-earned air of smugness about him.

“Our efforts seem rather meagre by comparison,” replied the Head of the Air Forces. “Our main work has been sending high-altitude recce planes to probe the area around Witzgall, keeping our flights seemingly random, of course. Oh, and we have a force of old Tu-16s which we’ve decked out as Tu-104 airliners – the two are almost identical, so no problems there. We’ve also done much as you have, i.e. had a lot of bombers in hangars or on aprons undergoing “maintenance”, people commenting around the cities about the dismal state of readiness and so forth.”

Kazakov’s laugh broke the meeting suddenly. “Good God alive”! They’re going to die laughing at our inability to do anything!”

Witzgall

25-11-2004, 23:25

A document was passed around the Council of Generals' meeting hall. All one hundred and seven members of the council showed up to attend this meeting of grave importance.

The Fuhrer stood before the council, at the podium in the front of the room. The council sat on the rising chairs, discussing matters themselves.

The document was looked at by each man and woman of the council, some signing, some not. The Fuhrer looked upon his comrades as the document was passed through all of the members of the council, before two armed soldiers brought it back up to the Fuhrer.

"Thank you...as you may know, the Nazi Empire of Witzgall is currently at war with several nations of the international community. The document that was just cycled throughout this council was the official document of the war. Those of you who signed, you are with me in this battle. Those of you who did not, you either abstain or are against me...

I support both positions, but I must side with my loyal soldiers in this battle." said the Fuhrer as he overlooked the document.

OFFICIAL DOCUMENT OF N.E.W.
War with the I.C.

Fuhrer "Mister", Rudolph Pusch
Field Marshal John Pimmlot
General Rolf Bayerlein
General Klaus Schmund
Field Marshal Michael Clance
Field Marshal Cassandra Mirklok
General Robert Rainer
Field Marshal Joeseph Heer
Admiral Jeffrey Georgins
General Kevin Neil
Field Marshal Josh Ascrof
Field Marshal Christian Sudolph
General Hans Vielkof
General Fritz Sanze
Field Marshal Andrew Cunner
Colonel Hans Newug
General Anthony Furr
General George Kellis
Admiral Scarlet Snyder
Field Marshal John Romok
Colonel Jessica Tchus
General Herbert Andrews
General Victoria Roberts
Field Marshal Eric Fruh
Field Marshal Thomas Gurtings
Colonel Anthony Vitolzk
General Elizabeth Nined
Admiral Scott Petesky
Admiral Steven Ftini
Colonel Rodger Pach
General Hans Defi

There were more signatures, but some of the handwriting was illedgible, and the Fuhrer did not need to know who signed the document. The majority had, so war was upon the nation of Witzgall.

DontPissUsOff

25-11-2004, 23:36

Accessing mainframe #28, Defence Ministry...
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Please enter passcode and user ident number....
******
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Entry successful....
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Access granted. Good day, Defence Minister.

Kazakov was alone in his office, sipping from a mug of tea hot enough to melt iron, reading through one of the Defence mainframes' logs for the Space Warfare units.

Access Log "SWFSAT"
Accessing...
Accessing...
Accessing...
Accessing...
Done.

Log of SWF satellite movements. Select entry.
Entry: last 48 hours selected.

01:06: Ordered Kosmos-2171 (RORSAT) manouevre co-ordinates 12-49 and hold azimuth.
01:35: Ordered Kosmos-328 (RORSAT) manouevre co-ordinates 13-40 and hold azimuth.
01:46: Ordered Kosmos-474 (EORSAT) manoeuvre co-ordinates 13-50 and hold azimuth.
02:01: Ordered Kosmos-481 (IntelSat) Manoeuvre co-ordinates 12-51 and hold azimuth.

Satellite Geographical coverage: Witzgall and ocean.

Witzgall

25-11-2004, 23:40

Two bulky men slinging G3A3s stood outside of a large gothic architectured cathedral. Snow fell heavily, and the roads were already covered. A limosine pulled up in front of the building, and the two men stood in attention.

A man stepped out, wearing a large fur coat and smoking a cigar. The soldiers saluted him as he walked past them and towards the large doors. The two men then stood at attention, awaiting more arrivals.

The man threw his cigar to the ground outside of the church, and then walked in. Two more soldiers stood inside, and began to search the man for weapons.

"Is this necessary, Pusch?" questioned the man.

The Fuhrer, Mister, walked down the long row of wooden pews. He smiled at his comrade, who had just finished being searched.

"No, but it is a precaution. And I warned you of that name, General Neil." replied the Fuhrer.

The General smiled as he took off his coat and slung it over one of the pews. The Fuhrer led him down the row, and they sat in the third row from the front. They began discussing the national situation.

"I have noticed the sudden change in our atmosphere at the Council...the members are growing tired of the whole situation of war." the General remarked.

The Fuhrer's smile had been wiped off of his face. He sat there, mesmorized by the mist of smoke coming from the memorial candles in the front of the cathedral.

"Ah, but soon they will see. They will be known in history as the greatest there ever was..." replied the Fuhrer.
"That is not how they see it." the General responded, with respect.

The Fuhrer looked deep into the General's eyes, and then he heard the door open once more. Field Marshal John Pimmlot, a young man in his late thirties, walked in. The two guards once again went through the routine of searching him.

He calmly walked over to the pew in which General Neil and the Fuhrer sat, and sat down in the pew ahead of them.

"Ah, Pimmlot. So nice to see you again...how's the wife?" joked Neil, as his serious expression changed to a smile.

"Ha, ha. You make me laugh, General Neil...but right now is not the time to laugh. It is a holiday, and we are discussing genocide and war." replied Pimmlot.

The General looked confused. Holiday? Witzgall never celebrated Thanksgiving, for it was a celebration of Americans. It's backround was foolish. Who celebrates the raping and pillaging of the founders?

"Holiday? What are you talking about, Pimmlot?" asked Neil.
"Ha! You have forgotten...on this day, ten years ago, Witzgall became independent of Germany. Do you remember now?" responded the Fuhrer.

The General was amused once again. The Fuhrer was serious, but the General had forgotten all about the Independence War of 1994.

All throughout the night, more and more high-ranking military officials walked through the Cathedral's doorway and spoke with the others. They discussed military plans and defensive maneuvers, as well as the enemy's capabilities of warfare.

Tomzilla

26-11-2004, 05:13

Tomzilla City, Palace of the Shoguns, Secret meeting with Tomzilla the First.

Shogun Tomzilla the First sat quietly in the inner sanctum of the Palace of the Shoguns. He waited for Secretary Hurtner to arrive. Soon, Hurtner finally arrived. "It is an honor to meet you here, sir." Hurtner said, greeting the Shogun.

"Thank you, Secretary. You know that we are at war with Witzgall. Now, where is the invasion list?" Tomzilla the First replied.

Hurtner handed over documents to Tomzilla the First.The Shogun looked over the documents.

Supreme General of the Tomzillian Invasion Force: General Thomas Shadle.
Maj. General Ujasa. 1st. Infantry Division
General Tanaka. 4th. Infantry Division
Colonel Heidrickson. 13th. Infantry Division
General Yusuki. 20th. Infantry Division
Lt. Colonel Regris. 34th. Infantry Division
Field Marshall Hyutukyu. 40th. Infantry Division
Maj. General Rtyuki. 49th. Infantry Division
Colonel Freidrich. 70th. Infantry Division
Colonel Frukin. 80th. Infantry Division
General Sequkin. 120th. Infantry Division
Lt. General Pokuta. 300th. Infantry Division
Major Gordrichs. 15th. Mechanized Infantry Division
Major Richards. 18th. Mechanized Infantry Division
Colonel Jukiro. 40th. Mechanized Infantry Division
Lt. Colonel Dukrin. 67th. Mechanized Infantry Division
Colonel Retkinian. 1st. Armored Division
General Victrin. 3rd. Armored Division
Maj. General Openheim. 5th. Armored Division
Colonel Tykata. 80th. Armored Division
Colonel Simpson. 12th. Artillery
Major Kiro. 50th. Artillery
Admiral Hiro. 1st. Carrier Fleet
Admiral Jukrois. 5th. Carrier Fleet
Admiral Sedro. 10th. Carrier Fleet
Rear-Admiral Ectin. 4th. Destroyer Fleet
Admiral Dietrich. 6th. Destroyer Fleet
Admiral Hikyo. 1st. Battleship Fleet
Vice Admiral Ztukyo. 4th. Battlecruiser Fleet
Admiral Zgorgi. 6th. Cruiser Fleet
General Shadle. 1st. Air Group
Air Commander Polsti. 6th. Air Group
Air Commander Hinstein. 10th. Air Group
Air Commander Tienstein. 15th. Air Group
Air Commander Deinstagen. 40th. Air Group
Air Commander Reintag. 120th. Air Group

"I notice that General Thomas Shadle is the leader of these forces. A fine pick. But a point, Hurtner. Are you sure that there would be enough men at home to cover our asses if the enemy tries a sneak attack?" the Shogun asked.

"Yes sir. The list will be updated for you to check until the invasion, sir." Hurtner said as he left the inner sanctum of the Palace of the Shoguns.

Nanakaland

27-11-2004, 05:46

"Sir, I understand that today's election day, but we have urgent news," said an aide to Interim President Nalonis. "A Nazi nation has declared war on the international community. It has only one supporting nation, but many enemies."

"Easy decision," the Interim President replied. "Declare war on that nation. Reduce it to rubble, put a democratic government in power. Join the crowd."

"There's complications, sir."

"And what may that be?"

"This Nazi nation is Witzgall, not just an ally through the Legion of Defense, but also a fellow Council nation."

"Then we shall declare our neutrality at once. If they start destroying or carving up Witzgall, do not hesitate to use military force. Two technicalities can keep us out of defending our ally right now. First off, this nation is the agressor. Secondly, the nation hasn't called upon the Legion support. Pray that their leader doesn't call upon support."

Draganovia

27-11-2004, 05:59

Draganovian White House, Canis City, 1600 hours:

"Sir we have reports that a dictator has declared war on the international community, he has only one nation backing him and many nations have already declared war on him, do we have permission to declare war on him as well?"

the president ponderd this question for ten minutes and then replied...

"Seeing as he supports the same ideologys as the terriosts that we have nearly cleared our country of, i do give you permission to declare war on him"

30 minutes later troops were being called up from the reserves and ICBM facciltys were being put on 24 stand by in case the opening shots should be the experimental "Pot Bomb", troops were orderd to report to draganovian military bases, in less then 48 hours the nations military went from LAX mode to full combat alert.

OOC: ill be posting what forces ill be using soon cause i havent decided what im gonna use yet.

Sharina

27-11-2004, 18:23

President Rand Veristek rubbed his temples once he sat down at his maghony desk in his office located in a secret bunker complex nearly 2 kilometers deep inside the Grebev Mountains.

Nazism. A word many loathe, yet so few truly comphrend the idea.

It is a double edged sword. It can spur people to do amazing things in industrial and economic development, and to fanaticism in warfare. However, it can also blind people to the atrocities committed, such as genocide or racism.

I must step in to prevent the less fortunate people of Witzgall from suffering genocide and mass murder for things out of their control and not their fault such as being disabled, or descended from other ethnic groups.

Rand spent the next two hours typing up two important comminques, ensuring the words were correct and the intentions made clear. He sighed, then personally sent the comminques directly from his office.

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Comminque to DontPissUsOff:

I am willing to lend Sharina's support in the upcoming war, under three conditions. This change in stance is a result of Witzgall's refusal to provide better living for disabled and less than fortunate people, even though it is not the fault of the disabled people that they have the disabilities.

First, I am permitted to bring all Witzgall disabled citizens back to Sharina for treatment and support societies. Sharina has extensive support services for deaf, blind, paralyzed, etc. people.

Second, no atrocities are to be committed such as raping, looting, pillaging, etc. of innocent civilians that do not outright participate in the war. The civilians that open fire or attack coalition forces shall be considered fair game in the eyes of Sharina.

Third and last, any Witzgall citizen is to be allowed to choose whether to remain in Witzgall or move to a nation of their choosing such as Sharina or DPUO.

If you are willing to accept these conditions, Sharina is prepared to help liberate the less than fortunate, and the oppressed people of Witzgall.

I am now readying two task forces to aid the Coalition, should you accept my offer of support and aid. More task forces are prepared to be deployed if need be.

I have taken note that we do not have any embassies or outstanding friendship, trade, or alliance treaties. I would very much like to rectify this.

Let our people serve as a shining example for these who are less fortunate or opressed.

Live well,
President Rand Veristek

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Comminque to Witzgall:

I regret to inform you that a state of war exists between the two of our nations. This action was a result of your overt declaration of war aganist the International Community.

In addition, your refusal to allow a transfer of all your disabled citizens to Sharina, and your continued ethnic cleansing must be stopped.

However, I can and will make a promise. My military forces will not harm any civilians or non-military personnel that does not interfere with Sharina. Any civilians or non-military personnel that fires weapons or causes harm towards Sharina will be dealt with swiftly and promptly. I also am ordering all my troops not to loot or ransack any of your civilian holdings, possessions, or material.

Hopefully you will change your policies before the imminent war destroys us all, sparing us all the death, devasation, and chaos that war entails.

Good day,
President Rand Veristek

Truitt

27-11-2004, 20:45

The Presidente of the United Pysiers was away, personally meeting the Fuhrer of Witzgall. However, before he left he gave the order to deploy the 1st Raptior T-Boat Dominance Fleet and three select Airborne Armor Divisions. They would help in the initial defending agenst immenant threats towards the Nazi Empire and still leaving a bulk at home to protect the mainland.

Plans are currently underway for additional defending forces from the Pysiers of Farway, Portshire, and Windsong.

[Offical statement released to the International Community by Head Douvier of Raptior; James Conners at 23.59hr, 11.26.2004]

Draganovia

28-11-2004, 23:26

President Jason Wolfe has orderd that all nuclear missles be prepared for launch at a moments notice.

Secret Communication:

To: DontPissUsOff
From: Draganovia

Message:

We were wondering if we could send our troops over to go in with your troops when the time comes for fighting, we would use our own vehicles and supplies, i think the two countries going in together would help overwhelm the enemy faster.

Tomzilla

28-11-2004, 23:43

Communique to DontPissUsOff

We are willing to help DPUO in war against Wtzgall. We have several troops ready for an invasion. Could our troops fight under an allied banner against the oppresive government of Witzgall. If you agree, we only have two conditions:

1: This would be a war against the government of Witzgall, not its civilians. If they do not fire on any troops, they should be treated fairly. They should decide to stay in Witzgall or not after this is over.

2: There shall be no atrocities of war made against soldiers, civilians, and the government.

We hope you consider this.

Shogun Tomzilla the First

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Communique to Witzgall

We are at war. That is all.

Shogun Tomzilla the First

DontPissUsOff

29-11-2004, 03:25

To: Sharinan, Tomzillan leaders
From: PM M. Jones

To address your concerns: our objective is simply the prevention of genocide by the Nazis in Witzgall. if the necessity of removing their government and installing an interim one should arise, so be it. The troops will be treated according to how they fight; I make no apology for the fact that if they fight fanatically, our men will show no mercy to them. I equally make no apology for executing those who are found guilty of perpetrating genocide.

That said, the civilian population will be treated as non-combatant and sent to the rear wherever possible. Therefore, they will be given all the aid we can provide, sparse though it may be, and will be allowed the choice of what they do following the war, whatever may happen. In addition, the only officially-sanctioned theft will be that of military equipment; soldiers found to be purloining civilians' property will be punished severely.

I hope this alleviates your concerns, on the eve of conflict, and remain your brother in arms,
Marcus Jones

Tomzilla

29-11-2004, 03:29

To: PM M Jones
From: Shogun Tomzilla the First

We accept your terms.

New Mesapotamia

29-11-2004, 03:49

The Prime Minister sat at his desk staring out the large window right to his side. It was snowing out, not uncommon at this time of the year. He had be expecting this to happen. It was no shock that the Nazi's could only settle their differences by war. What a waste of human life he thought to himself as the televison set gave reports of mobilizing armies and declarations of war. He finally sat up straight, and picked up his phone.

"Patch me through to the Minister of Defense."
"Yes sir."

"Hello, Minister of Defense Kieper."
"Nicolae, deploy our National Guard around the borders and major cities. I want the country on red alert for the duration of this Nazi war."
"Yes sir, I'll keep posted."

All we can do is wait now he thought to himself as he watched the cities streets fill up with snow.

DontPissUsOff

29-11-2004, 03:50

The Moska

"Port ten."

"Port ten, aye." The helmsman slowly turned the battleship's wheel to port, and the huge vessel entered the slight turn, angling a little to starboard.

"Midships."

"Midships."

Richard did his damnedest to keep hois concentration accute and active, but it was tricky. Moskva had been steaming for two days, in much the same manner as she did in peacetime, joining up along the way with the Admiral-class battlecruiser Rodney. The addition of the fast 15in-gunned ship boosted their already powerful force. Moskva had finished refit only a few months ago. Her old, worn powder guns had been changed to 16in ETCs, her S-300PMU SAMs replaced with S-400Ks, her Sunburn missiles changed to the SS-N-26, and a host of other features. Externally she was little different; internally, she was nor more deadly by an order of magnitude than in her prior configuration. The six Hf-Ta QNRs within her slender frame could, if needed, give her a staggering 38 knots of speed, though this was selcomd used; after all, that was faster than their carriers could go, and to be caught alone on the open seas was a bad idea.

OOC: Witzgall, do you have any battleships?

Tyrandis

29-11-2004, 04:13

Transmission to DPUO:

MILITARY DISPATCH
PRIORITY: FLASH

FROM: Praetor Conrad Davidson
TO: PM M. Jones
RE: Witzgall

TEXT AS FOLLOWS:
As a fellow NATO nation, and enemy to crazed fascism whereever it may spring, the Militant Imperium offers the support of two Ranger battalions in your crusade against the vile nation of Witzgall.

I regret to inform you that we cannot afford to move any more forces at this time, due to a joint deployment with IDF against a terrorist nation known as "The HLF". If and when this conflict is resolved, the units currently engaged in that theatre will be redeployed to the offensive against Witzgall, pending your approval.

Verstummelung

29-11-2004, 04:29

OOC: I was wondering when we we're about to get this war started.

IC:

A small boy looked from the brick road in the small town Ashlung, Ashlung was the town closest to the inlet to the Atlantic Ocean. The small boy played with a set of marbles and before long the marbles begun to rumble as the 10th Crack Panzer divisions moved throu the town, citizens were pressed quickly into deploying mines, and setting up machinegun nests and setting booby traps in and around the town. Atleast 1120-1150 soldiers had been deployed to hold the town at Ashlung, they consisted of Army grunt units, yet some came with Panzerfausts for anti-tank operations.

Each soldier was given the task of holding the town, because if this town was taken, then enemy soldiers would be given a clear road inwards. On the outskirts of Ashlung, about a mile from the town, laid a half mile of beach. The only part of the country that an invasion force by sea could come into and move armored vehicals into. General Ginwar Inhard, had been personaly selected by the Fuhur himself to defend the town and the beach. As soon as he reached the site a week in advance, he had already prepared a vast network of trenches and underground strongholds for dilivering troops and weapons into the town from the beaches.

The beach itself was a half mile long, and there were narrow hills, somewhat big enough to get a tank throu. By the time the General was finished with his work, the beach was mined with many bouncing bettys, and machinegun nests were positioned in strategic positions to offer the most deadly amount of fire. Atleast four miles from the beach, atleast 10 88mm gun's had been set up to provide artillery support for the troops defending the beach. Along with that, the 10th Panzer Division begun to fan out, under heavy camo netting to also provide anti-armor support and artillery attacks to prevent troops from gaining a foot hold.

Meanwhile, the rest of Verstummelung's armed forces took up defensive positions all acrossed the country, snipers set up rallying points, airfields were prepared to defend themselves. All cities were posted on blackouts at night, railroads begun to store their materials in concert bunkeryards to protect them from air assaults. Even the civilians knew their part, they raided gunstores, bought up on survival equipment, army surplus, buying rifles, pistols and shotguns. Even making home made bombs. The country had a strong readyness to defend itself....The capital, the most prized target of all was bristling with anti-aircraft guns, artillery cannons, and troops, Tanks, and Patriot missile batteries, and Bradley M6 Linebacker ADA variants lined the many streets. Verstummelung was a country whos main focus was preparing for war.

The airways weren't exactly friendly either, early warning radar stations fed information into harderned bunkers deep underground.The bridges were screaned with anti-aircraft batteries, and SAM missile launchers.

All there was left to do....was wait.

West Cedarbrook

29-11-2004, 04:30

Kramden House, Wrycova, 4:43 AM

President Steinberg finishes reviewing the reports from the Department of External Affairs, and the Defense Intellegence Organization, looks up and turns to Secretary of External Affairs Ernest Klein.

"Ernie, I don't like the look of these reports from Witzgall and DPUO. We don't have much contact with their regions at this time but need to make sure we set off in the right direction in NATO, and on Earth III. It looks like we have several hundred citizens in DUPO and Sharina now, and very few in Witzgall. How much can we contribute to a war against Witzgall?"

"On the ground overseas not much now. As any war would drag on we could contribute more", replied Klein.

"Well, we must at least bolster homeland defense, and make a show of support for DPUO and Sharina. Ben-Zvi, what is the state of readiness of the National Guard?"

Admiral Ben-Zv rubbed his eyes, not used to being summoned to Presidential meetings at this hour lately. Pausing, he mumbled, "The fifth corps here in Wrycova are fully ready. Others range from 25 to 50% strength."

...
From: Louis Steinberg, President, Kramden of West Cedarbrook
To: DontPissUsOff
Sharina
Subject: Nazi War

Gentlemen:

In view of the recent actions by Witzgall I have ordered full mobilization of the National Guard for homeland defense.

What actions by West Cedarbrook would benefit your efforts most? Can action against Witzgall be covered under NATO?

I propose joint naval action with Sharina to cover the Western Hemisphere of Earth III, including occupation of bases that could possibly be seized by Witzgall.

Draganovia

29-11-2004, 04:32

OOC: DPUO, have you answerd the messege i sent you?

Verstummelung

29-11-2004, 04:37

OOC: I hope you all know that this is a Modern Tech war....

Sharina

29-11-2004, 06:11

Comminque to DPUO.

Thank you for your prompt response. It is indeed vital to have common sense in these troubled times, due to the nature of Nazism and fanaticism. It is difficult not to become over-zealous in the elimination of such misguided people. I appreciate you keeping a level head, and it speaks volumes about your nation.

I completely accept your terms, and as of right now, I am dispatching not two, but three taskforces to Europe. Where would you like me to establish my forces and bases in Europe?

I am making preparations to fortify North America with West Cedarbrook's aid, so it would become difficult for Witzgall to establish bases there.

May our nations serve as a shining example of humanity to the world.

Live well,
President Rand Veristek

==============================
Comminque to West Cedarbrook.

Greetings, friend.

It has come to my attention that we are the only two nations in North America, and we appear to be on the same page. Witzgall must be stopped from speading his genocide and inhuman treatment of disabled people and different ethnic groups within the nation. I fear what would happen if his methods would spread through the world, causing great loss of human life through no fault of theirs (the innocent people).

I am prepared to coordinate the defense of North America aganist Witzgallian aggression. I am prepared to focus defense along Louisiana, Texas, and the Mexico border. I am also ready to occupy the Western Seaboard, including California, Oregon, and Washington to prevent any incursion from the West.

I would like to personally meet with you, to work out our plans for North America. Would this be acceptable?

May our nations serve as a shining example of humanity to the world.

Live well,
President Rand Veristek

Witzgall

29-11-2004, 21:35

OOC: Now, that you all don't listen...this is on NS world, no "North America" and "Mexico" and whatnot. Also, who is West Cedarbrook? You were not allowed to join this... :confused: Also, the war starts tomorrow. Now is the time to post your troops in the OOC thread and ask some questions.
IC:

The Fuhrer sat as his desk, and listened carefully to the gunshots in the backround from the troops testing out their rifles. All of the soldiers shot with great accuracy, some never missing a shot. The Fuhrer looked at his computer's screen as the messages sent to him were displayed. He simply went through them, scanning each for anything special, and deleting any short messages that served no purpose.

The Fuhrer watched out of the window behind his desk. He watched his Generals and commanders of the forces make speeches to put the spirit of nationalism into the troops' hearts.

Destroyers, submarines, and other naval vessels began to load up with their sailors. The vessels that were on patrol began to search further out into the ocean surrounding Witzgall.

Missile defences that were disabled long ago were reactivated as a last hope, and naval mines were placed all around the island in random positions, some strategic and others out of hope.

Planes began to load their pylons with missile and bombs, and the pilots began to be briefed on their current mission. The Fuhrer wished for Verstummelung to be conquered first, quick and easily...

Witzgall

29-11-2004, 21:36

OOC: To all NATO nations, I am in NATO as well. Isn't that a surprise :)

West Cedarbrook

29-11-2004, 23:16

OOC: If this will be on Earth III I will join. If not, please indicate otherwise.
IC:
To: President Veristek
Subject: Defense of North America, Earth III.

The Kramden of West Cedarbrook accepts the gracious offer for joint defense of North America against the Nazi threat. We plan immediate occupation of Atlantic Coastal regions adjacent to the Kramden at the outset of hostilities, and other strategic areas as telegraphed. Naval coverage is planned against Nazi commercial and war ships in the Atlantic, east from Battle Harbor Labrador to 20 degrees West, south to 20 degrees North, west to Cuba.

Louis Steinberg,
President,
The Kramden of West Cedarbrook

Witzgall

29-11-2004, 23:26

OOC: I have stated several times, this is not Earth III, or any other RL Nation claims earth.

Witzgall

30-11-2004, 00:04

{Secret IC:}

General Kevin Neil (commander of the Department of Military Communication and Research) stands in a brightly lit room surrounded by Field Marshal Michael Clance (Commander of the Department of Strategy and Tactics) and other high-ranking military officials of Witzgall.

Before them sits a large map of the nation of Verstummelung, detailed with topography and military bases, as well as major cities.

"Where will we attack first, General Neil?" asks Field Marshal Clance.

The General stares at Clance and looks back at the map. He places his finger over Oselinte.

"We strike from the North, and we will proceed South until all of Verstummelung is ours." replies the General.

Field Marshal Clance looks at the map. He becomes puzzled over the choice of the planned attack.

"Why Oselinte? It is surrounded by snow...surely it would be easy to strike from the South, at Ashlung. We could blockade the rivers easily, and have a large ground and air force strike any resistance. Also, it has a road connecting it to Faust...that may be a good place to store arms and ammunition, General." replied Field Marshal Clance.

The General looked at the Field Marshal with surprise. This man knew what he was doing. The General was proud that they had someone with the intelligence of a capable human being behind the Department of Strategy and Tactics.

"As you wish, Clance." replied the General.

Witzgall

30-11-2004, 01:23

Field Marshal John Pimmlot, commander of the Department of Military Intelligence, rushed in through the steel doors and bursted into the meeting taking place. In his hands held a topographic oceanic map of Verstummelung. He rushed over to the table, and placed the new map on top of the ones the other military men were looking at.

"What the hell is this, Pimmlot?" asked General Neil with confusion.

Field Marshal Pimmlot caught his breath with haste, and then began to explain the problem he had stumbled upon.

"The coast of Verstummelung is too shallow! It's roughly twenty feet until you go a mile off coast!" exclaimed Pimmlot.
"Son of a bitch..." replied General Neil.

The military officials became stumped. How could they have missed this? Surely they overlooked it, an honest mistake. But still...without this intelligence, almost half of the navy might have been beached.

"Damn...well, this is a boot in the ass." said Field Marshal Clance.

Field Marshal Clance and General Neil began to openly discuss other ideas about the invasion of Verstummelung. They came up with a large variety of different types of invasions, from mass air and paratroopers to a large bombing raid followed by patrol boat peltings.

The idea was set after two hours. Bombers and patrol boats would shatter the coastline defenses and anti-air defenses, and then a large paratrooper force would land to fight the remaining troops around Ashlung and Rheign. Then, air cargo planes would begin to ship heavy artillery and heavy tanks to start the major invasion.

Witzgall

30-11-2004, 01:55

General Neil grabbed a cigar from his comrade, Field Marshal Clance, and lit it with his Zippo that portrayed the Witzgallian flag. He took a large inhale, and then began to speak to his comrades again.

"Well, recently brought to my attention by one of our covert...agents...is the fact that civilians have begun arming up. Also, he has alerted me of trenches and other defenses built up in many of the cities." said Field Marshal Clance.

The General strolled over to the map and burnt the cigar into the map, designating the capitol city of Verstummelung.

"I do not care. We will conquer Verstummelung, for the Empire." said the General as he shocked all men around the table.

Verstummelung

30-11-2004, 02:37

The Beach was quiet, the sun was beginning to rise slowly as the shifts were quickly changed. The vast networks of trenches held many soldiers, most where waiting at their anti-aircraft guns, and their missile batteries, carfully camoflauged to prevent airstrikes.

The beach begun to reach low tide, and it looked calm and clear. Seagulls flew overhead, and the sun rose to where the light was now all over.

A lone soldier stood above the trenches, behind him, set up in the trench was an MG-3, loaded and ready to go. A sniper in full gilly suit was crouched low to the ground, he sported a Barrett M99 rifle (.50 caliber.) All over the network, flak guns, 20mm and 45mm AA guns in quad mounts, anti-tank guns, SAM launchers, everything was poised to the sky. Awaiting for early warning radar to say the word. In town the soldiers were prepared and dug in, even the civilians wore camoflauge, sporting sniper rifles. Everything was set.

Two days ago, the outlet to the sea was boosted with much heavier defenses. A 105mm was set up in a camoflauged trench for anti-ship purposes, and atleast 5 88mm gun's were set up to provide more support to the beach defenders. And Surface to Ship missile batteries were set up atleast a mile and a half from the outlet. A spotter post and three shocktrooper crews (4 Infantry, 8 Bazooka and 4 Machinegun,) set up in an ambush point point to protect the gun batteries. Aswell as 20 infantry men, each sporting a high powered G-36 assault rifles.

Now the time had come, everything was prepared to go at it. Even some had said the 9th Panzer division was in the area to support the 10th, and the Attack Helicopter group "Vultures," specilizing in Dive Bomber tactics had been sent into the area aswell. Not a plane in the sky, not even a tank near by. Under camoflauge bunkers perhaps?

Now it was the enemy's move.

Witzgall

30-11-2004, 02:57

The call came from the airfield. Operation "Hazardous Waste" was a go. Thousands of airplanes, from strategic bombers to air superiority fighters, had taken off from their land stations. They flew near Verstummelung, staying intouch with each other as they scouted the beaches. They noticed some soldiers, but did not see any missile batteries and only two anti aircraft guns.

This spelt trouble. They radioed into command, alerting the naval forces of possible patrols.

The Second Fleet of the Witzgallian Empire set sail to blockade Verstummelung of all outside contact and military support. The air was filled with mixed aircraft, whose destiny was to conquer. Conquer Verstummelung, for the Empire of Witzgall.

One pilot monitored his radar for any enemy scouts, but nothing had appeared so far. The planes had reached 5 miles off of the coast of Verstummelung by now, and many pilots were seldom distracted by the rising sun. They looked out for any sign of resistance, because they knew that in a split second their lives might end.

The Second Fleet began to radio to the submarine scouts ahead of them. They wanted to make sure that no enemy mines had been laid. Even though the fleet was off the coast of Verstummelung by at least twenty miles, they had to be sure not to beach themselves or get hit by a sudden seamine.

"Black Crow Seven, this is Eagle Eye Two. What is your status?" radioed one of the Black Viper F-65 Zfighter Jet (http://s4.invisionfree.com/The_NC_Forum/index.php?showtopic=77) pilots.

The radio cackled quickly, and a pilot responded.

"Eagle Eye Two, this is Black Crow Seven. We have visual of the coast line." responded the pilot.
"Roger that Black Crow Seven. Red Hawk One and Red Hawk Six, what is your groups' status?" questioned Eagle Eye Two.
"Eagle Eye Two, we have visual of coast line. Small patrol boat spotted." replied the pilot.
"Roger that. Begin run one." responded Eagle Eye Two.

The Black Viper F-65 Zfighter Jets lowered their altitude and flew towards the coast. Behind them, high up in the sky, were several B-11 Lacken II bombers (http://s4.invisionfree.com/The_NC_Forum/index.php?showtopic=73) and numerous other fighters. The air strike had begun.

Verstummelung

30-11-2004, 03:07

Early Warning Radar had detected the fighters in a split second, as the troops were already at their battle stations. This was it, most of the field commanders figured that the air assault would soften the defensive life for the naval invasion, but surly the enemy had a backup plan.

Most of the gunners begun to think of what to do, commanders held their right hand's in the air waiting to give the command....

"Wait for it....Wait for it.....Wait...Almost there."

They waited for the aircraft to reach the box zone, the zone comprised of the heavyist of air defense, and enough firepower to turn the sky black (not literaly.)

"Fire!"

In a split second, the camo netting fell and countless amounts of SAMs Anti-aircraft guns, and machinegun AA mounts had been unvield. And without a hesitation, huge amounts of Flak filled the sky, SAMs begun to take off and home in on the larger aircraft. Much of the anti-aircraft gunners figured it was wiser to aim for the larger aircraft, for they carry the biggest payload of supplies or weapons, SAM batteriers on the flanks of the defenses begun to let loose on the smaller aircraft, those we secondary targets.

It turned into a storm, tracers filled the sky, gun fire came from all over, it was a hellstorm. .50 Caliber rounds filled the air. The enemy had came into a storm of enemy fire!

In the command post, about 5 miles west of Ashlung, Field Marhsal Erine Yugolisk sat at his desk, looking over a live feed of the battle. He grinned waiting to see enemy aircraft fall from the sky. He stood from his desk and walked into the command center. "I want ammo fed to all anti-aircraft gunners. I also want the 60mm rapid fire cannons to train their sights on the enemy airwave, I want explosive shells only, bring as many of them down as you can. Don't let a single aircraft get through!"

Ratheia

30-11-2004, 03:12

Ratheian Aircraft had been heading to Verstummelung for about four hours and suddenly, they saw it. Aircraft began popping up on the radar of the 1,500 MIG-31's as they hurtled over Verstummelung, high above.

"Let's give 'em hell and send 'em to heaven, boy's!", shouted the Black Commander over his com.

The aircraft moved enarly uniformly, computers locked, systems locked, and a full set of missiles at ready. The sky was a bright blue up high above as the MIG's prepared to fire.

"Give 'em five seconds. Five, four, three, two, one..."

Ratheia

30-11-2004, 03:14

Each aircraft fired one R-37 missile at a target, some firing at the same one. Fifteen hundred missiles hurtled through the air heading downwards like a burning judgment from heaven.

"Verstummelung troops! Keep heart and soul together!", said Black Commander as he sent a message to their bases.

"We'll be moving into your airspace and sweeping the skies. Try not to shoot us down, eh?"

They hurtled forward in the wake of their missiles.

Witzgall

30-11-2004, 03:21

Large explosions rocked the skies around the planes. The pilots were awakened.

"Eagle Eye Two, this is Black Crow Four! We have AA Fire coming from the beach! Caution! Caution!" a pilot shouted.

A F-65 lost a wing to over fifty .50 cal shots, and began to spiral down to the beach.

"SHIT! WE'RE DROPPING MEN OUT HERE!" shouted Eagle Eye Two's pilot.

Eagle Eye Two spun out of the way of a SAM missile, which collided with Eagle Eye Four, which was close behind Two. A B-11 became a bullet sponge as .50 cal and SAM missiles crashed into it. The B-11 spun, lost an engine quickly, and began to rapidly descend down towards the beach.

"DAMNIT! EVASIVE MANEUVERS, AVOID THOSE GUNS!" shouted Eagle Eye Two into the microphone.
"Roger that E.E.T!" shouted another pilot.

Two SAM missiles collided with another B-11, sending it down to the ground. Dozens of planes began to be shot down by the unexpected defenses of the beach.

"Vulture One, we need you to begin the bombing run. We need those guns cleared now, damnit!" shouted Eagle Eye One into his microphone, trying to gather the B-11s into a large force.

Two more F65s were shot down as they tried to unleash missiles upon the SAM sites. One successfully armed a missile, but it crashed before the missile left the pylon.

"Roger that E.E.O., we are going for the objective." replied Vulture One.

Two B-11s flew towards the beach at maximum speed. They opened their bomb bays, and the rotary launchers were prepared. So far the Phoenixius countermeasure systems were not fairing so well against these defenses.

"Launch Rotary One!" shouted the weapons officer aboard Vulture One.

The B-11 that flew behind Vulture One lost two of it's engines from .50 cal fire, and began to descend rapidly into the beach. Vulture One unleashed its Mk 84s and AGM-85s upon the SAM sites and machine guns. Soon after it launched its payload, Vulture One was down.

"Fuck! Wave Two better get its ass in here!" shouted Eagle Eye One.

The remaining planes began to turn around, some were shot down on the retreat to nearby carriers and land bases.

West Cedarbrook

30-11-2004, 03:23

To: DPUO
Sharina
Subject: Witzgall/Verstumellung War

The Defense Intellegence Organization has validated that Witzgall has started hostilities with Verstumellung.

Our extraregional fleet has been orderd to take up defensive positions within 575 Nautical Miles east of our coast, with orders to assist any DPUO and Sharina naval or air forces engaged with the enemy to a depth of 750 nautical miles east of defensive position.

Submarine fleet will remain active outside our region in interception of Witzgall warships.

Please advise as to needs for air support in any attack on Witzgall and on hosting capacity. The 3rd Air Force is in preparation to join hostilities.

Witzgall

30-11-2004, 03:31

The pilot of Eagle Eye One looked to his left. He saw a MiG flying very close to his F65.

"Shit..." he said into his radio. "Numerous MiGs, too many to take count. We're screwed!"

The F65s began to turn around quickly and engage the MiGs.

"Eagle Eye One, this is Pelican Three. The MiGs will wipe out the entire Sixty Five force of Wave One. We have Numens coming in now." the radio crackled.

Out of nowhere over one thousand Numen IV highspeed fighter jets roared into the fight. They began to chase down the MiGs and provide support for the F65s.

"E.E.O., this is Ostrich Eight. We have visual on the MiGs, and we are in the area. Enaging immediately. Evacuate if necessary!" the radio crackled again.

Messages from pilots began to pour all over the radio waves. Numerous planes were being shot down all over the place. The Numens were going Mach 2.5+, trying to shake the enemy up and cause great confusion. They fired all sorts of missiles at the MiGs.

Tomzilla

30-11-2004, 03:32

The "War Room" in the deepest levels of the Palace of the Shoguns was active during the meeting. Reports were coming in of Witzgall's attack on Verstummelung.

"What should we do now, sir?" one of the generals said, addressing the Shogun.

"We have the invasion forces, plus more, ready for deployment. Witzgall is attacking elsewhere. We give Witzgall a kick in the ass with an invasion on their soil. On the pennisula where Port Halamaya is. Attack so suddenly, they won't know what hit them. They can't possibly invade us and win. Our people are so loyal, Witzgall wouldn't get far. The people in Wizgall will surely help us against the oppresive dictatorship there. Send the invasion force now!" the Shogun replied.

The generals began to call different commanders with different codes for the invasion. They would gather in Port Tomzilla, and then leve for the attack.

Verstummelung

30-11-2004, 03:32

Anti-aircraft gunners begun to notice the Mig-31's, knowing the enemy didn't operate such an aircraft, and the friendly radio signal indicated another nation brought in air support.

Radio: Verstummelung Field Commander Gavise Ross to Allied Air Commander, thanks for the support, we're sending target info. Please take care of any enemy fighters we'e......

The transmission stopped as an armor piercing bomb smashed into the makeshift field command post, communications from section J to section E were cut, making most of the SAMs in that area useless, the Verstummelung air defense grid was now down to 60% of it's firepower. A crashing bomber hit one of the main trenches, causing shrapnal and fire to spread, killing atleast 20 soldiers, and cooking their ammunition making a moderate sized gap in the air defense net.

Radio: Commander Curse to Field Marshal, air defense net down to 60% ability, a few enemy bomber's have broken throu to second line!

Radio: We read the massage Curse, 60mm turrets have been alerted.

The town of Ashlung had never seen such a hellstorm, and it was about to get worse. Camo nets dropped around two 60mm turrets, each had a crew of three with spotters near by. Waiting for the right moment, bright yellow flashes were heard as the guns begun to let loose with all they had, filling the sky with fast paced amounts of gunfire. There were only 6 turrets, but they were doing a hell of a job screaning the town.

"Field Marshal, reports from the front. We've lost 45 men, and 23 are wounded. 6 are missing. We're bringing up the secondary reinforcements to prepare for the beach invasion. Shall I have the Vulture unit's to stand by?"

The field Marshal stood still, as he saw the red gap in the digital map.

"No, untill enemy infantry has been spotted, keep our armor and our Helo's on standbye."

Witzgall

30-11-2004, 03:35

Over fifty Hercules and other troop transport planes flew underneath the screen of black missile fire and flak explosions. Troops began to hop out of the back. Phase Two of the operation had commenced, and paratroopers began to storm the beach.

The troops rushed for cover as .50 cal rounds targeted them instead of the planes above.

"FOR THE EMPIRE!" shouted numerous soldiers as they began to fire their rifles and throw grenades at the stationary guns.

The soldiers began to fire upon any enemy that moved, as the loudness of guns and planes began to deafen them. War was amongst these men, and their lives depended upon sole pieces of metal they knew as companions.

Verstummelung

30-11-2004, 03:42

"Incoming from above!" Shouted a trooper, already the MG-32, MG-42 and MG-3 gunners had all ready opened up on the paratroopers, yet some of the anti-aircraft gunners even took pot shots at them with flak.

Enemy troops landed in waves, only 400 Verstummelung soldiers stood to defend their beach. G-36 and Ak-74 rifles raised in defiance, they charged throu the trenches, firing well placed single rounds.

Radio: 88mm crews, cordinate fire on positions J and L, enemy paratroopers have landed.

Radio 1: Read you, inbound fire in 10 seconds.

Three miles away, 10 88mm gun crews loaded fresh shells, and begun to fire as quickly as they could, sending shells onto the beach and at the paratroopers, the beach begun to run read with the blood of all of the soldiers.

(OOC: Witzgall has got offline, so lets limit the attacks to him, I think we should all finish our actions and what for his counter attack tommarow.)

Ratheia

30-11-2004, 03:42

Verstummelung

30-11-2004, 03:52

"Field Marshal! Reports from the front, enemy soldiers have landed. We are now fighting a ground battle, and it seems are troops are losing."

The Field Marshal looked shocked, and turned quickly.

"Send in the Vulture squad, and our shocktroopers, I want rocket launchers, fresh machineguns and flamethrowers clensing the soil of enemy soldiers. TAKE NO PRISONERS!"

Armored trucks stopped a few feet from the first trench network, dead soldiers littlered the ground, as 88mm shells fell in the distance. The double doors to the trucks opened, and Shocktroopers poured out.

The Verstummelung Shock trooper was dressed in a black trench coat, with a hardered steal helmet and a gasmask. They usally carried a machinegun, a flamethrower or a 20mm grenade launcher. Their heavy boots made a print in the mud, with a "V" on the soul of their boot. They begun to reach the front lines, and started their extermination of enemy troops if they could.

Meanwhile, the hospital in town already recieved wounded soldiers. 10 soldiers came in, most had burn wounds, while another had no arms or no legs, he screamed so loud, blood poured from his body, a Specials Officer came and kissed his forehead, and took a Colt .45 from his hip and put a bullet in his head. The Officer turned to the docters, "if any soldiers are missing more than two limbs, humainly put them under. If they can't be saved, put them under. They served their country, and let them die in peace. If the town should be overrun, those who cannot walk, kill them. We let no one be taken. A truck should come along to evacuate the staff if need be."

Tenarius

30-11-2004, 08:21

The sound of metal striking metal echoed throughout the hallways as ten figures walked through an underground bunker somewhere deep beneath Wakuro Matshi, the nation's capital. The pair leading them were obviously Minister of Foreign Affairs Katsuka Nakumo and the Minister of War, Seyuki Tamashi. Behind them were eight of the highest ranked members of the Royal Military Forces, all looked grim and determined.

Katsuka Nakumo unfolded a sheet of paper and checked their names.

Royal General of the Infantry, Reimu Nomana
Royal Sergeant of the Infantry, Tuyiji Poshima
Royal Airman of the Air Force, Demunin Fusuki
Royal General of the Marines, Temuri Asachi
Royal Sergeant of the Air Force, Catuki Okopo
Royal Specialist of the Infantry, Etuni Sobashi
Royal Field Marshall, Juyatu Eruki
Royal Field Marshall of the Cavalry, Dukio Kyomata

All were loyal soldiers, all would serve her cause well. They had promised loyalty in exchange for complete power over the Military when the time came. Together they would bring Tenarius into a new era of power and fame. Turning sharply, they entered a sealed room with ten chairs around a table.

"Please Gentlemen, sit, the war is about to begin on our front and we musn't be late."

The group sat down, each one had a drink of some sort, mostly coffee or ale. They were all fairly relaxed, each one seemed confident, but Katsuka knew it was just a face. As a politician, she had long mastered the art of hiding emotions behind faces.

"Do you all swear to uphold your promises and stand by the New Order and all of its domains until such time as death claims you?" Katsuka asked, looking around at each one.

A chorus of "Aye's" came from around the table.

"The Queen's Coronation is one week from now. Elections are starting today. If we fail to gain control over the Council and the Family, you know your jobs. Are you all prepared for this mission?" Katsuka asked.

The group nodded again, silent as the grave.

It would be beginning soon.

Witzgall

30-11-2004, 20:39

The Numens quickly rose up into the sky and hit flatline. Mach 3.7 was quickly reached, and the pilots feared any more would blow the wings off of their craft. They had seen it done during the test flights at Mach 4.

The Numens immediatly engaged the MiGs and dodged almost all of the missiles, using state of the art Phoenixius systems. Some verteran pilots activated the Wraith system, and projections began to appear on their radars. These projections would confuse the enemy quickly, as radar would now be useless.

Twenty more B-11s began to fly over the shore, and exploited the gap in the air defenses. Two were shot down by the 88mm cannons now in use, and the rest moved forward. Their target was the city of Ashlung.

On the ground, the landed soldiers began to engage the enemy infantry viciously and without mercy. They fired their rifles with anger and nationalism. Many screemed out battle cries and such phrases as "for the Empire."

Those who were not shot by the .50 cals began to radio in armor drops. Heavy vehicles, such as tanks and possibly armed jeeps were needed instantly.

The soldiers noticed the enemy inside the trenches.

"Seargent! Throw an MK at those bastards!" shouted a soldier on the beach as he went prone.

Eight men lobbed their standard issue grenades at the target, the trench, which was filled with at least fifteen enemy soldiers.

DontPissUsOff

30-11-2004, 20:56

The Moskva

"It's on," said Admiral Nevskiy to his XO, Rolf Short, who replied with a knowing nod.

"Engagement orders?

"Type Two, so no WMDs, thank God." Nevskiy sighed. "Give me the microphone. Time for that speech."

Aboard the surface ships of the 4th Expeditionary Fleet, whistles peeped their three-tone call to alertness. Nevskiy's message was brief and to the point.

"Attention, comrades. It would appear that our attempts at diplomacy have failed. We are at war with Witzgall. As such, I am ordering all units to be on full wartime readiness from now on. Be watchful, comrades, for the enemy is everywhere; be confident also, for now all the years of practice are to bear fruit! This is a great day, comrades. The enemy fleet has no clue of our full potential. They will do all they can to examine us, find our weaknesses, sap our morale; but they will only crack beneath their own hammer. We will push past their patrols, past their attacks, and lie off their cities, and listen to their Hitlerite lies, while we conduct missile attacks, eh? A great day comrades! To history we go!"

The bridge was quiet. Only a few muttered words punctured the silence. Then, unexpectedly, a petty officer's voice drifted up from her station. Her soprano sounded the dulcet tones of the national anthem, growing in confidence as it was joined by others. Nevskiy grinned, and began to put in the bass line.

"Unbreakable union of peoples in freedom
A mighty republic that ever will stand!
Created through toil and the will of the people
United and mighty, DontPissUsOff stands..."

"Signal all carrier forces to maintain strengthened CAP. No less than 16 aircraft per carrier aloft at one time. Maintain at least 2 EW and 4 ASW aircraft as well, just to be sure," added Nevskiy thoughtfully.

"Aye sir," said Short as he headed for the W/O. "What about ASW helos?"

"Unh. Have one in four ships operating them."

"Should be a good enough perimeter", replied Short. "For now, anyway."

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"Our glorious motherland, mighty and free!
Brotherhood strong that will fight to the last!
Our great and mighty union, it is to thee
That glory is now and for all time past..."

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Accelerating and turning into the wind, the Fourth spread itself out over a wider area, reducing somewhat the threat of a nuclear attack and adding to the already biting gusts coursing over the ships' decks. Waves began to crash over some of the smaller ships' bows, and spray flew from the heaving, dipping for'ards of their larger charges, occasionally augmented by the hissing white spurts of steam from steam catapults. Flight decks were filled with noise aboard the formation's three carriers as jet aircraft applied all their power and lumbered, heavy-laden with AAMs, into the clear blue skies.

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"Through tempests the sun-rays of freedom did cheer us
Through labour and battle to glory this day!
Our council, our people, e'er joined in freedom;
Our nation will hear us what e'er we may say..."

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"Marcus?" began Foreign Minister Schützer.

"Yeah?"

"Do you think we're doing the right thing?"

Jones looked puzzled, frowning for several seconds.

"I should think so. We're trying to save people from murder at the hands of their own state."

"But," responded Anton with a pained look, "haven't we done just the same?"

"Not really," Jones replied after several seconds. "We've executed people, to be sure, but only those who would have seen lord only knows how many die for being simply the wrong race. Is that the kind of people you'd have wandering around?" challenged Jones.

"No, it's not, but all the same. This isn't our fight; it's not even our country. Surely our duty is first and foremost to our people--"

"Then it's our duty to destroy Nazis, is it not?" asked Jones, with an air of irritation. "We both knows what they can do, Anton," he persisted, leaning forward. "We both fought in the Liberation War, we both saw what Nazis do. Auschwitz and Dachau had nothing on the camps those animals ran."

Schützer went silent. His family had been declared "race traitors" by the Nazis when they had occupied his town, for having German ancestry but having married Jews; only he had escaped, hidning in among the corpses and jumping from the truck taking them to the incinerators. "I know what they did. But this isn't our fight."

"But it is, Anton. If we let them win, if we don't stop them where we can, then we're next. All it takes is for a few good men to sit back idly, and the whole world will fall before the, and enter a new dark age. Churchill was and still is right."

"We will fight them on the beaches, eh?" Anton smiled wanly.

"If needs be, comrade. If needs be."

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"Our homeland will stand stong, whatever befall her
And we her great people will fight to the end!
For this is our country, our blood flows within her
And thus it will be, whatever fate send..."

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The noise and bustle of Krasniy Novgorod was being drowned out. A terrible roaring whine filled the air. People gazed upwards, primitive fear and wonder filling their souls, and watched as the black, predator shapes of hundreds and hundreds of bombers swarmed overhead, all laid on the same course: Witzgall. Backfires and Blackjacks in their hundreds flocked overhead, obscene birds tailored for destruction, with the buzzing gnats of MiG-31MUs in their midsts and the lumbering, globular IL-78M refuelling tankers and the still-sleek Tu-22M7 jamming aircraft brining up the rear. There were, in total, 420 bombers in the air, all at some 20,000 feet, in four waves of 105 aircraft each, backed up by forty support jets for the 7,000 mile round trip they were to make. In the bellies and under the wings of the great bombers nestled P-750 ASMs, each with a pair of 700Kg HE warheads, assigned target areas within Witzgall: factories, railheads, road interchanges, vital ports and airbases, military facilities, oil facilities. The air armada droned out to sea, separated into eight great delta shapes, pointing towards the doom of many men.

Witzgall

30-11-2004, 21:20

The Allied Air Force, as well as Air Divisions 1, 2, and 9 (unlisted) mobilized into Witzgallian Airspace by way of Phoria. The pilots flew their Numens and F65s with pride as they approached Witzgall. They would protect their nation with their life, so help them God.

The pilots began to discuss the war over the radio as they neared their destined zones of patrol and defense.

"This is Ranger Ranger One. Airwaves have been clear for ninety minutes, no chatter. Let's start some chit chat, whaddaya say boys?" one pilot spoke as he adjusted a picture of his son by the control panel.

"Roger RR One. This is Double Eye Six, no enemies spotted on controls. How about them new thirties?" responded a pilot.

"RR One, we have a craft sighted. Appears to be a large bomber. Target is inbound to coastline...roughly twenty-k feet above the blue, undetermined speed and distance from coast." the radio chattered quickly.

Ranger Ranger One, a Numen IV, began to climb and reach Mach 3.2. They needed to intercept the bombers and their escorts quickly, before the coast was reached.

"This is Ranger Ranger Two. Roughly between thirty and fifty fighters are supporting that massive delta of bombers." the radio clicked.

Ranger Ranger One's pilot stared into the eyes of his wife's picture. He whispered to himself, "for you, my darling." The planes roared towards their targets, and RR Two began to alert the coastal defenses.

"Attention Coast, this is Eagle Eye Two, pilot for the Witzgallian Air Force. Code Seven Four. Enemy bombers are approaching you, as is a fighter support group. We are engaging in unknown time. Alert all defenses, arm up and prepare. Destiny awaits." spoke RR Two on his encrypted "Black-Alert" radio.

DontPissUsOff

30-11-2004, 21:39

The lead Blackjack's RWRs were now illuminating alarmingly. The EW officer calmly turned on his interphone, watching the diplay from the plane's sensitive interferometers.

"Enemy radar, ten degrees on the port bow. They have a 70-percent chance of having detected us. Recommend we illuminate also."
"Roger. Send illumination order."

In the Blackjack's tailfin, a small directional UHF emitter spat out a snappy, pre-rpgrammed signal to the legions of following aircraft. As one body, the MiGs lit off their Flash Dance II look-down-shoot-down radars, searching for targets on the powerful sets, whilst behind them the jamming aircraft switched on their multi-frequency jammers, setting them to computer-controlled frequency-change mode. The gaggles of planes began a moderately steep dive, levelling off at 10,000 feet, and the bombers readied the long-range missiles for launch, their crews working with nervous speed to give the dull-painted machines the data they needed to hit the enemy hard. In a few seconds, the air was filled with electronic noise across just about any frequency available, shrouding the bombers in their preparations.

Lead MiG, 215th ADB, 1st Flight
Pilot: Colonel Yuri Romanov

"Illumination order confirmed. Illuminating in three...two...one." Romanov watched his MFD spring to life. With the gunner watching too, the big interceptor's radar searched in track-while-scan mode. At this range, the radar's enormous power and narrow arc gave him an unequalled ability to see his foes. Romanov smiled and kept flicking his eyes from the HUD to the MFD.

Witzgall

30-11-2004, 21:44

The pilots' radars quickly picked up massive amounts of aircraft, instead of just the few that were on before.

"What the hell? They're activating...this is an odd tactic." said Ranger Ranger Two to himself.

The air divisions began to roar towards their targets, gaining speed but lowering altitude at a steady descent. They awaited the "Phoenix One" to order an engage code over the radio. Each pilot's nerves began to shake and tremble with the adrenaline rush that would soon engulf them in a pit of pride and the yearning for more.

"This is Phoenix One...engage targets." the radio spoke loud and clear.

All crafts began to raise their speed and fly a steady 2,500 feet above their targets. Some armed their missiles, the variety that they held. Some had AIMs, while others carried R-series. Some even had their own Witzgallian-made missiles.

Now, Witzgall was engaged on two theatres...

DontPissUsOff

30-11-2004, 22:00

"Boar Horns gut men. Repeat, boar horns gut men. Out!"

"That means kill the bastards," muttered Romanov. "Firing clearance granted! Give them hell, comrades!" he shouted. His MiG shuddered with the release of four R-37B AAMs. The missiles dropped around 20 feet, then their powerful boost motors kicked in, accelerating them to Mach 5.5. Within their noses, small radar emitters helped them home in on their targets, aided by the huge antennae of their mother aircraft. Romanov's MiG paused for a few seconds, then shuddered again as his last two missiles dropped from their pylons. "Down to mid-range," drawled his gunner. "Beam-sharpening. Tagrtes are locked in and missiles running normally."

The performance, brief but dramatic, was repeated throughout the scraggy formation. The MiGs volleyed a total of 130 missiles towards the Witzgallians, and waited for the result.

"Fucking hell," muttered the bomber leader.

"Getting worried?" replied his co-pilot, grinning beneath his oxygen mask.

"Ah, shut up," came the dry reply. "Are those things ready yet?" he asked the bombardier.

"Been ready the last ten minutes. I just felt like messing with them."

"Smart arse."

"Yep."

"Signal all bombers: execute launch in five. Four. Three. Two. One."

Zero!

The MiGs' missile launch was dramatic, but none so aramatic as the one which now took place. From bomb bays and wing pylons, more than 700 P-750s left their carrier aircraft, quickly activated their engines, and accelerated to 700 knots, diving low to avoid enemy radar. Their giant booster motors lit their bombers with a ghoulish, demonic flare as they screamed past. The commander watched his MFD for the waves' launch success signals.

Witzgall

30-11-2004, 22:07

The Numens and F65s began to evade the first onslaught of missiles, but there were too many of them. Sixteen planes fell from the sky, landing in the ocean below, immediately after contact with the enemy.

The survivors began to release chaffs and initiate their jamming technologies as quickly as possible. The Numens dove low and attempted to intercept the P-750s, firing all of their weapons at individual targets.

The F65s began to engage the MiGs, firing AIM-120Cs and R-77Ms. The time seemed to slow down as the missiles approached their targets.

A Numen hit the ocean at its rapid speed of Mach 2.3, and created a massive wave as the plane exploded. The remaining Numens began to intercept the large P-750s with all that they could.

"SHIT! GET THOSE MISSILES!" shouted one of the Numen Pilots.

"This is Phoenix One, numerous pilots are down. Engaging. Ground guard, prepare for engagement of enemy missiles and possibly aircraft." spoke the pilot of the Phoenix One, trying to alarm the Ground Forces to be on alert.

DontPissUsOff

30-11-2004, 22:21

"Enemy missile incoming. Launching countermeasures." Romanov gasped at his gunner's laconic nature.

"One day I'll find out how you're so fucking calm all the time!" he exclaimed. "Laucnh the remaining missiles so I can get more performance!"

The gunner obliged, lobbing his four R-77Ms at the targets clogging his radar display, and then shut down the antenna. Romanov looked briefly from his window and saw several other aircraft climbing, afterburner cones stabbing from their exhausts. Idiots! He pushed the Foxhound's control column forward hard and twisted the jet around in a tight diving turn, opening the engines to the stops as she thundered over the sea at 1000 feet. The MiG dropped quickly. Romanov concentrated all he had on his flying, not noticing his gunner informing him that the jammers were on, and the chaff bundles being launched, and that they were going pretty fast for treetop height. He was too busy flying his MiG at Mach 2.5 barely 200 feet from the water. SUddenly, a flame sizzled past him, nearly causing him to crash his machine, though in any case if he had moved the control column any further the plane would have come apart from stress. Romanov watched, aghast, as the AMRAAM screamed past him and blazed off over the ocean.

Many were not so lucky. The escorts were fast and powerful, but so were the missiles they were up against. Many of them suicidally kept flying into the cloud of weapons, using their aircraft to help guide AAMs onto targets. Of the 105 MiGs making up the escort force, only 90 came out alive. Of those 90 at least 15 would be out of action for a few weeks when they made it home - if they made it home; Romanov listened to the voices in his earphones and mentally wrote off another 6 aircraft which he felt would not make it. Romanov listened to the reports come in over his headset: calls of "Clean" and "Break!", requests for status information, perhaps the terrible cry of "Eject!" as an aircraft fell victim to a missile.

The bombers fared less well. They were massive targets, and despite all the powerful countermeasuring systems they possessed, still 8 Blackjacks and 6 Backfires were lost. The formation's cargoes expended, the aircraft swung round, advanced their throttles and headed for home, still shrouded by a cloud of jamming from the stand-off jammers in their midst.

Meanwhile, the P-750s maintained their courses and speeds, diverging away from one another as they made for the Witzgallian coast.

Witzgall

30-11-2004, 22:29

The Numen pilots quickly smiled as they saw the bombers leave their skies...but then they remembered. The P-750s were still going to devestate the coast line.

They began to climb to speeds of Mach 3.5, some going Mach 3.7. They flew as fast as they could, after the missiles.

They swerved back and forth, firing their own interceptor missiles and gunpods at their targets.

"ENGAGE THE MISSILES! FUCK THE RETREATERS!" shouted Phoenix One, as he swerved away from the Backfire he was chasing after.

Eight P-750s crashed into six of the numerous 88mm cannons on the beach. The cannons and the ammunition exploded into a firery mess, killing 84 and injuring 103 soldiers. The rest of the missiles carried on to their destination.

Another four P-750s collided with a radar station near the guns. The radar station burst into flames. Only eight were killed, but fifteen were injured in the mass explosion.

"SHIT! THE COAST IS BEING ENGULFED BY FLAMES!" screamed Pheonix One.

Witzgall

30-11-2004, 23:18

Hundreds of P-750s began to strike targets all over Witzgall. 403 missiles began to pound strategic locations, such as ports and resources. Fifty P-750s struck Fort Maple with a punch, killing 204 and injuring 312. The lucky ones who survived surely had lost a limb or one of their senses.

The remaining missiles began to pound away at defensive structures and even non military buildings and locations. Four P-750s collided with a street in Scarlet City, injuring 98 civilians but only killing 6.

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Field Marshal Clance and General Neil stood in the office of the Fuhrer, who luckily did not know of the devastation...yet.

Field Marshal Clance watched on the Military News Network (WMNN) as the news helicopters did a live feed of the civilian buildings collapsing, and the numerous oil rigs exploding into fireballs that consumed the valuable resource.

"Damnit...They will not stop until the Empire is crumbled. Surely the Fuhrer knows this...why does he lead us on this path of death? He knows the end will come quickly and with much pain..." said Field Marshal Clance.

General Neil walked up to the side of Clance and began to watch the large monitors. He watched with disgust as the missiles destroyed his homeland.

"Who did this, Clance? Who struck us this hard?" questioned the General.
Field Marshal Clance sighed before replying, "DontPissUsOff...they did this."

The General rubbed his chin and continued to watch the monitors.

"Well...how is the other theatre going, Clance? Any news?"
"No, General...no news. As far as I know the troops are still trying to take the damned beach..." replied Clance.

The General watched as more and more P-750s pounded Fort Maple and Scarlet City. He was deeply disturbed by the sight.

DontPissUsOff

01-12-2004, 00:31

Romanov's MiG landed smoothly, as one would expect of a Colonel. He climbed from the cramped cockpit and gratefully removed his flight helmet, allowing his blonde hair the chance to catch the sun. He stretched briefly before making his way to the nearest toilet. When he emerged, the bomber commander's UAZ was just pulling up outside. The short, well-built form of the General of Bomber Command exited the small 4WD and strode towards him.

"My men's thanks go to you and your fliers," began the General. "Many of us owe our lives to you."

"A privelege comrade General." The formalities dispensed with, the two men got down to business. "How were your losses?"

"Not too bad. We lost, eventually, twelve of the Blackjacks and ten Backfires. Two more came in with major damage, basically written off, and another had to emergency land at Restham. Not damage, mechanical problems. Yours?"

"Not bad at all. Total of twenty downed. One only just got back, had to land on the port wheel only and belly it, but he made it. That one can be back on ops within 2 weeks or so." Thw two stodd and thought about their luck.

"Any idea of the effects?"

"None yet. We're not due another sat pass for 3 hours."

West Cedarbrook

01-12-2004, 01:18

West Cedarbrook ExtraRegional Fleet:
Carrier Evanston
Steaming SSW toward Port Yehoshua, West Cedarbrook, per Orders

1:32 AM
Sonar reports from destroyers guarding behind the Evanston indicate an Rijan class submarine of unknown nationality trailing behind at a range variably from 20 to 45 nautical miles. Communication ordered with the sub by commander of the carrier group.

1:39 AM
No acknowledgement from the unknown sub. Commander Evanston carrier group orders defensive measures.

Lagging submarine WCS Mitla fires two MK48 Heavyweight torpedoes at unknown sub.

Witzgall

01-12-2004, 02:02

The beach's fire was cleared quickly, and cities were strengthened. Another attack was expected soon, and more and more planes were put into the air on patrol, as were ships.

-----In Verstummelung-----

By now, over four thousand Witzgallian troops had landed on the shores of Verstummelung. Aircraft had begun to return to their carriers and land bases to re-arm and refuel. Those who could stayed and fought.

The soldiers continued to fight with rage and pride as they engaged their enemy face to face. They fired their assault rifles and pistols and threw grenades at the opposition, trying to demolish the stationary defenses so they could advance to Ashlung.

In the sea near the city of Oselinte, planes began to load up weapons on their carriers. There was an entire "base" of San Angeles Class Attack Carriers deployed in the sea, each with a full compliment of 5 The "Großes Ungeheuer" Strategic Bomber (http://s4.invisionfree.com/The_NC_Forum/index.php?showtopic=68) and a full fighter force of F65s.

They began to test out their Phoenixius jamming systems on each others radars, seeing how the F65's radar is like the MiG-31, but more sophisticated and with more delecate sensors.

The prepared assault on Oselinte was almost in effect. Destroyers and cruisers surrounded the attack carriers, making sure they were well protected.

Nanakaland

01-12-2004, 02:20

The neutral, unarmed, Nanakan observer submarine was torpedoed by West Cedarbrook. Its communications were temporarilly down because the system was rebooting after it was infected by a virus. Ironically, up to this point, the Reresurrected LoD Superpower of Nanakaland (a March 2003 nation recently resurrected with 2.274 billion and much influence in the Legion of Defense) was leaning against Witzgall and was even going to start action to get Witzgall removed from the Legion of Defense. As soon as the submarine's systems booted back up, they detected eight torpedoes from West Cedarbrook. The neutral, observation submarine was torpedoed 8 times, killing the entire neutral, unarmed crew. The unarmed submarine had just rebooted its system and thus had no chance to defend itself.

The neutral people of Nanakaland were outraged by the West Cedarbrook's warmongering navy destroying a neutral submarine and killing men from a neutral nation. The Nanakan people rallied around the story, and the huge Nanakaland military of 22,470,000 (which is only 1% of the population of the massive nation) prepared for a possible war. Diplomatic relations with West Cedarbrook and the other nations against Witzgall decreased and the Nanakan people called on support and permission of the Legion of Defense. If the Legion of Defense Council permits, not just Nanakaland would be involved, all of the Legion's Protectors with an avaliable military would be forced to join the conflict on the side of Witzgall. If it falls through, Nanakaland would not go to war, yet, but would be dragged closer to it....

[OOC: Next time, don't RP for the other person, especially if you don't give the name of the nation.]

Witzgall

01-12-2004, 02:30

[ooc: sorry...but I have to: HA HA]

General Neil and Field Marshal Clance's viewing of the missiles' devestation was interrupted when a soldier wielding a telephone walked through the steel doors which he protected. He handed the telephone to General Neil, and left the room with a salute.

"Hello?" spoke the General.

One the other line was Colonel James Cuhr, a man who overseas diplomatic relations with numerous nations. He told the men to watch WMNN for an announcement to scroll at the bottom. They hung up the phone, and General Neil told Clance.

"What was that about? News from the front?" asked Clance.
"No, something better. You'll enjoy this." replied Neil, "Watch the scroller."

A small, three sentence item scrolled along the bottom of the screen. It read as follows:

BREAKING NEWS: An Unarmed Observation Submarine, belonging to The Reresurrected LoD Superpower of Nanakaland, a neutral nation in the war currently going on, has been attacked. It was attacked by a submarine belonging to West Cedarbrook. The attack killed the entire crew, sources say.

Ratheia

01-12-2004, 02:38

"Pull up! Pull up!" he cried, as the missile blew his craft apart.

The MIG's were not in their element, being engaged by Mach 3.7 aircraft. They turned tail heading into allied territory. The MIGs had suffered only minor losses because hell, they had some ofthe most advanced jamming equipment on Earth.

However...

"Alpha 5. Directional location at 70,000 feet. Enemy targets located. Ready to fire."

"Omega 5. 65,000 feet. Ready to fire."

"Beta 7. 80,000 feet. Target accquired. ALRAAM locked. Ready to fire."

"Black 13, ready to go. All teams prepare to engage enemy targets. Increase speed to 2.8 and prepare for radar activation. Plasma field generation in 5 minutes. Get your asses ready for a fight."

Out of the skies came 2,000 Su-47's, gleaming in their black paint and their missiles looking menacing. They hurtled forward toward the Numens and when they were only 100 miles away the fired.

"ALRAAMS GO! R-37 per 2 and 2. Reaccquire."

Nanakaland

01-12-2004, 02:40

Here is a picture of the destroyed Nanakan submarine that has just come out:
http://www.time-engineers.com/Sub-Sunk.jpg
While the submarine doesn't look like all were killed, keep in mind that this is the ocean bottom and that big hole rushed in water. There are no survivors.

The Nanakan people are outraged.

Witzgall

01-12-2004, 02:41

"Black 13, ready to go. All teams prepare to engage enemy targets. Increase speed to 2.8 and prepare for radar activation. Plasma field generation in 5 minutes. Get your asses ready for a fight."

OOC: Eh hem....plasma field? Modern tech, sir. I brand thy post ignored.

Ratheia

01-12-2004, 02:43

OOC: Eh hem....plasma field? Modern tech, sir. I brand thy post ignored.

Plasma field is modern tech. Operational on several current Russian aircraft and operational on all Russian Fifth Gen. aircraft in theory.

Nanakaland

01-12-2004, 02:45

Plasma field is modern tech. Operational on several current Russian aircraft and operational on all Russian Fifth Gen. aircraft in theory.

Oh? Then can I use my Judgement Satellite? It's MT, but can launch dozens of missles on a specific GPS located point on a battlefield, which can wipe out enemy armies or buildings with minimal FF.

DontPissUsOff

01-12-2004, 03:20

OOC: I know my Russian kit, and no Russian - or any other - aircraft has a "plasma field," unless that is I know it by a diferent name.

Ratheia

01-12-2004, 03:23

OOC: I know my Russian kit, and no Russian - or any other - aircraft has a "plasma field," unless that is I know it by a diferent name.

DPUO, man. You of all people? Have you not noticed that the Russian Air Force has been constantly talking about plasma stealth?

Using a small plasma generator they simulate the effects of a space shuttle entering orbit.

If you do not want me to use this, I will stop it.

Nanakaland

01-12-2004, 03:28

I think you should stop using it for now. Take the debate to the OOC thread. If it is found not godmoding, you can use it next battle.

DontPissUsOff

01-12-2004, 03:32

They may have been talking about it; that doesn't mean it's actually working yet. Until it's actually confirmed as being in service and fully operating - and when that happens, we'll know soon enough - I'd be very careful about using it.

Tomzilla

01-12-2004, 04:08

Verstummelung

01-12-2004, 21:52

(OOC: Damn, this war is getting bigger and bigger, I go see a concert and I come back and all hells broken loose.)

The grenade attack in the trench, took out atleast 10 soldiers, while limbs flew throu the air, some soldiers screamed as fragments of metal lied in their chests blood seeped into the soil.

The trench war was beginning to turn to Witzgall's favor, yet this was before the shocktroopers arrived. Before their arrival. Witzgall forces seemed to be in the anti-air gap, because it was the easyest place to land. 400 vs 4000? That was an intresting match. Forty shocktroopers made it to the front lines, they came in quickly on the left flank of the paratroopers, the flamethrower units struck fast, with high grade gasoline. Some of the regular infantry got a tad bit creative, and drained the disabled Jeeps of their gas, they put the gas into glass bottles, filled with sugar. Basicaly they constructed moltov cocktails which stick to the skin. They begun inserting rags and lighting the rags, tossing them in waves at enemy soldiers wherever they were seen. Whilst the Shocktroopers struck, this gave valuble reinforcements time to make it to the front lines, if the Witzgall paratroopers made it out of the trenches, Ashlung would be there next target.

Trucks carrying much needed troops made it to the trenches, Verstummelung Artillery from nearby fields (155mm howitzers, and 88mm cannons, and that neat 105 no one bothered,) opened up all in a massive barrage, their first volly was fire for effect, the second zeroed in on the gap in the line onto the Witzgall troops.

Some anti-aircraft gunners and SAM sights were still blazing away, atleast 23 45mm Quad mounts and 6 SAM batteries, troops rushed throu the exploding bombs and such to rearm them. Whilst the first line was beginning to crumble, the second line of 60mm rapid fires, were still blazing away. Empty casing beging ejected from the sides of the turrets like nothing. However it seemed that atleast a few bombers made it throu.

"Field Marshal, enemy Bombers have broken throu the second line!"

The Field Marshal looked alittle distraught and looked to his second.

"Ashlung will fall if we don't bring down those Bombers, tell the third line to attack."

Missile trucks in a field atleast a mile behind Ashlung begun to arm up, Bradley M6 Linebacker ADA variant, Medium Extended Air Defense System (MEADS),Patriot Missile Launchers, THAAD (Theatre High Altitude Area Defense) missile system. Verstummelung rolled out whatever it had left to thrawt the invasion. And with a single command they opened up with a missile barrage of missiles.

"Field Marshal, enemy troops are beginning to make a foothold, what shall we do?"

"Reinforce the infantry divisions, and bring up the 9th Panzergroup to support our artillery. I want every piece of Artillery to focus on those enemy troops, forget the beach, we will leave the bouncing bettys to slow them up, as we stage a counter offensive."

"Very good sir, we will begin a counter attack. Our shocktroopers are attacking their left flank, we can have them focus on that whilst we reinforce the right flank"

Infantry begun to pour into the right flank as trucks poured in more and more troops. Many of them carried Assault Rifles, or machineguns. Few carried Bazookas. Atleast 300 troops poured into the trenches and begun to Push the Witzgall troops as much as possibile. A few soldiers got the idea to turn a 20mm AA weapon into a 20mm anti-infantry gun. The rolled it onto a hill and begun to pour 20mm flak shells into the trenches with the Witzgall troops, the Verstummelung troops gave it their all.

Witzgall

02-12-2004, 02:32

OOC: damnit people...theres an OOC thread for a reason! no more OOC bitchings...

The Witzgallian paratroopers began to rain down fire upon the Verstummelung soldiers. Thirty men had been killed by the flames of the molotov's, and over forty were dead by machine guns or otherwise.

More and more planes began to rain in over the sky and pound the shore and attempt to slip by the air defenses. Those who made it to Ashlung were downed by the several, once again unexpected, 88mm guns and other defenses.

The troops continued to get slaughtered by their fearless opposition. They did, however, manage to push back the Verstummelung troops.

-----IN WITZGALL-----

General Neil and Field Marshal Clance had sat down at the table, and were currently discussing the death of the crew of the Nanakan submarine vessel. All of the sudden, the same soldier walks in and hands Clance the phone.

"Hello?" Clance answers.
"Guten Tag, Herr Clance."
"Ah, General Collins...use English, if you would. So much easier..." replied Clance at the sound of his comrade's voice. "What can I help you with, Collins?"
"I hear we're having some trouble at Verstummelung...is this true?" questioned Collins.
"Yes...but not much. Last I heard we were putting quite a hole in their hearts, and in that damned beach."
"Ha. Well, Clance, here at the fort we've been discussing the issues...we have a good idea."
"And what is that, Collins?"
"Paratroopers."
"What the hell, Collins...do you have ADD? We fucking are using paratroopers!"
"No, no...on Ocelinte, or however the fuck you pronounce it. Using a highly-modified B2 Spirit, you could drop...say three hundred fifty troops each? Ten of these bitches and you got three thousand or so troops lying in wait for those Verstummelung bastards!"
"Well, congratulations Collins...you came up with something useful besides a lucky strike made from a damn Marlboro..."
"Ha! That was a good one, Clance."
"I'll propose it to General Neil, and we'll get right on that."
"Good. I will contact you later."
"Good bye." said Clance.
"Wiedersehen." replied Collins, using German once more.

Field Marshal Clance spent the next four hours discussing the idea with General Neil, phoning the Fuhrer for permission, and contacting the air force command centers to alert them of what was necessary. They named the operation with a genius idea. Operation: Hawks Own.

The operation would take flight as soon as possible. There were roughly twenty B2s being modified, as the General and other high ranking officials were unsure about how many troops would fit on each modified of these B2s...

Verstummelung

02-12-2004, 02:41

In the town of Oselinte, the 2nd Panzer divison was on exercises. They were preparing to move out towards Ashlung to help the defensive forces, they consited of 230 Tiger III models,43 155mm Howitzers, 23 Leopard II A6's and several Humvees of diffrent types.

Oselinte, was on the boarder of a Knurlyhood nation, so the defenses were somewhat light. Not alot, maybe a garrison of 1120 troops, most likly shellshocked troops from the recent Nerotika campaign.

The town was one of the major cities, large buildings, office buildings a whole lot of intresting things. The town was also on one of the major roads, which connected two towns together, and not far away was the Hersin bridge.

West Cedarbrook

02-12-2004, 02:44

The Kramden of West Cedarbrook extends an apology to Nanakaland, and will offer compensation for the destruction of her submarine.

OOC:
"Nanakaland
Member

Join Date: Nov 2004
Location: In My Own Little World
Posts: 177"

I didn't see this while searching on the regular NS site.

Witzgall

02-12-2004, 02:56

Two men sat, staring out into the wide open sea and all of its glory. The destroyer they sailed on was the mighty Illiad, a war-fought and war-won destroyer that had seen its fair share of battles.

The Illiad was set for an unknown destiny, and was operating under the stealth and mischief, disguised as a destroyer returning from Phoria, and it flew the flag of Nanakaland.

The ships commander knew of the mission, and he was the only one aboard who knew. He was to recon Verstummelung and the region, looking for any gap or any ships from their allies, Witzgalls sworn enemies...

Nanakaland

02-12-2004, 03:38

The Kramden of West Cedarbrook extends an apology to Nanakaland, and will offer compensation for the destruction of her submarine.

We accept your offer for compensation. It will cost $125,000 per crew member to pay for the funeral costs and the missing incomes to their families. There are 125 dead crew members, so that's $15,625,000 in total for the dead crew. I need $500,000 to replace sub (it was an advanced observation submarine). And I demand an additional $5,000,000 because Foreign Relations Minister onboard. And because you assassinated one of our officials, I need an additional $10,000,000. Also, there was some advanced obervation technology aboard (which I can publicly release and show you if you have any questions about it), which will cost $1,000,000 to test again.

That's a total of $32,125,000.

However, it's not that easy. Three important Senators were onboard the submarine, too, on a trip to learn more about the war. They were on the defense committee. Two of them were from the Libertarian Party (and the other one was from the Military Party), so their death swings the Centrist party (after replacement elections, of course) to have a 2/3 majority, allowing them to override presidential vetoes with just their agenda. So for knocking out those important Senators involved in war and allowing the Centrist party in the Senate to get more power than the libertarian president. That'll be an additional $150,000,000 for interfering with the politics of a neutral nation.

So the final total is $182,125,000. If you wish Nanakaland to remain neutral, the money must be paid by you and your allies.

[OOC: Nanakaland was deleted (originally March 2003 nation). Resurrected by moderator last month.]

Truitt

02-12-2004, 03:55

The 3rd Raptior T-Boat Dominance Fleet finally came up to a small deep sea area close enough to the coastal borders of Verstummelung. The TSV Deselator slowed to a 2 knot cruise. The other submarines slowed also.

The 3rd Raptior T-Boat Fleet was designned to give a strong presence, and is easily shown in the numbers and power.

Before the order was given to send a UHFT, or Ultra-High Frequency Transmission, to Witzgallian forces for the go to fire off half of thier missle armament to the less protected areas of the coast to form a small beach head, the TSV Deselator launched its four side-bay Terroist-class SSAs and both front-bay Terroists. A single Tango Line-class SSBN was still under a small refit inside the Deselator's closed flooding garage door.

Seven Raptior-class SSDs quickly formmed a ring around the fleet and released quick "ping" to see if any other submarines were in the area.

Verstummelung

02-12-2004, 04:22

The ping had brought back atleast 6 submarines already in firing position, Verstummelung's narrow ocean entrence was somewhat deep, and the bottem was a smooth sandy sea bed. Good for a submarine to stay on the bottem.

The fleet had consisted of NSSN VIRGINIA CLASS Attack Submarines. Already in a position to fire, the 6 subs released 4 torpedos each, of the deadly Mark 50 and Mark 48 types.

(VAS) Verstummelung. Attack. Submarine.
VAS - Silent
VAS - Phantom
VAS - Razor
VAS - Savage
VAS - Frost
VAS - Fury.

The Subs had hidden on the bottem, and waited untill pinged. They had positioned themselves in a line formation, their sterns to the right sea land wall. They had a clear line of sight to the enemy submarines, the enemy went into an ambush, and someone was going to pay for it. The Subs had targeted the TSV Deselator , because it seemed to be the best target.

Phoenixius

02-12-2004, 11:49

OOC: This has been OKed by Witzgall on our regional forums.

IC:

"High Councillor, our friends, Witzgall, have bacome a Nazi nation. Not only that, but they have declared war against anyone who recieved the message. They have begun hostilities towards Verstummelung. Shouls we do anything?"

"Hmm. Let me think about this. Our national defense contractor has sold technology to Witzgall haven't they? And we are on good terms with them. What the hell, lets help them. Send a message to the Fuhrer to see if we can meet and make a formal alliance."

***Secure transmission to Witzgall***

Greetings Fuhrer, I, High Councillor Ellias Aubec wish to meet you in person, to arrange a formal alliance between our two nations. I realise that you are currently under attack, so if you wish to postpone physical contact to sign the agreement, just respond, and we'll provide help to you anyway. We understand that there is a somewhat large DPUO fleet off your coast - we can help with that. As I write this, our fleets are preparing to move out.

I await your reply.

Witzgall

02-12-2004, 20:16

***Secure transmission to Witzgall***

Greetings Fuhrer, I, High Councillor Ellias Aubec wish to meet you in person, to arrange a formal alliance between our two nations. I realise that you are currently under attack, so if you wish to postpone physical contact to sign the agreement, just respond, and we'll provide help to you anyway. We understand that there is a somewhat large DPUO fleet off your coast - we can help with that. As I write this, our fleets are preparing to move out.

I await your reply.[/QUOTE]

~~Encr7p88 Mes2age to Hi5h Councillo9 Ell5as Aube0~~
~~F4om Rudolph Pusch, Fu2hre0 of Witzga3l~~

Greetings, 6High Councillor Abuec. I hope you did not have troubles decrypting7 this message. I would much enjoy45 meeting you to establish1 a formal alliance, as you put it. I am9 available at any76 time, truly, so please feel free2 to contact me with 2your3 schedule and we will 5set up a meeting.

~~Tran2mission End2d~~

Truitt

02-12-2004, 23:27

DontPissUsOff

03-12-2004, 00:20

"Tovarishch Admiral! Message from Fleet sir", stammered a young rating.
"Thankyou." Nevskiy removed the scrap of printed paper.

To: ComExpFor
From: ExpForFlt

Prince.

End.

Nevskiy carefully fed the paper into the shredder and dismissed the rating. Then he called together his most important officers for a video-conference.

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After an hour, the Fleet suddenly made a radical move. The great host of ships swung south, accelerating to 30 knots and maintaining their wedge shape, towards a gaggle of freighters steaming slowly to avoid Witzgallian waters.

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"You think they'll get here in time?" asked Captain Adams of the cruiser S-581, which currently had the appearance of a large single-island freighter.

"They'd better, I suppose," replied his XO. "Else we're up the creek."

"You always this optimistic?"

"Only when I'm alone in the middle of the ocean and not entitled to fire back at the enemy," he replied cheerfully.

Verstummelung

03-12-2004, 01:01

[OOC: Becouse I am short on time I will make this a quick targetting and counter manuvers. I need to know where your submarines are and about how far away they are from the outter-most submarine that pinged]

The outter-most Portshire-class SSN was the only one to be in sonar range of the Virginia-class SSNs. "Sir, we have six obstructions laying on the rock. They are starting to make some inital noise." Said a sonar operator onboard the Truitti warmachine. "Load Weapon's Tubes Two and Three with Mk50 long-range variants. Flood and polish torpedoes One and Four." The Bridge Capiton said just as the Portshire released a UHFT to all the T-Boats.

(OOC: My Subs are facing your fleet's starboard side, and about 500 yards away from the nearest boat, seeing how the area you are in is similar to the medaterainian, you have countrys on both sides of you and only a 3 maybe 4 mile wide streatch of ocean.)

"Captain, enemy ships have spotted our fleet."

"Damnit! Prepare full spread of second salvo, hopefully our first will confuse them. Load all torpedo tubes, and order the fleet to engage as a team, no single ship attacks!"

With that order, the 5 other subs moved off of the bottem and begun to move in a diagnal motion towards the enemy submarine fleet. They then showed their teeth as all 36 torpedo tubes beared down on the enemy fleet. Just itching to give the command to fire.

------

Mean while, in an underground complex/base outside of the town Harlinland, new wonder weapons were under construction.

Minister of Aramaments Herlin Geoth, stepped out from the steel elevator and walked into a dark hallway, a scientist met him half way.

"Docter, as you may have heard enemy technology surprasses our's currently in use on the battlefields. It has come to a point where we cannot rely on older weapons from other nations, we need weapons of our own design."

"Yes I share your feelings Minister, and at this very moment, we are constructing new anti-air weapons, new infantry weapons, new aircraft, and artillery cannons. Also, the Marchinberg tank facility has already begun production of the Tiger III model, and hopefully after combat evaluation, we might begin refining the model into an even deadlyer tank."

"Docter, the Fuher wants to know how long before we may begin production of new weapons, and stop depending on other nations?"

"You may tell the Fuher that we are well on the way of sending out field tests to our Specials division's, aswell as our common infantry men. It is hoped that we could produce new weapons long before the battle for Ashlung turns sour."

"Good Docter, very good. The Fuher will be most pleased...."

Phoenixius

03-12-2004, 01:09

***Secure transmission to Witzgall***

Hello Fuhrer - I'm glad your able to meet me. Shall we say to meet here in Phoenixius? Its only a short flight from Witzgall, and would provide light relief from all the bombing. We eagerly await your reply.

Phoenixius Council

Witzgall

03-12-2004, 01:12

~~7cryp5d Messa8e~~

Yes7. Indeed, we may09 meet in Phoenixius. We will begin to book a flight as soon as possible.

~Rudolph Pusch~

~E5d.~

Witzgall

03-12-2004, 01:17

Operation Needle Prick was in full effect. From a boat near the nation of Phoria, the men of "Eigth Cancer" monitored the direction of the DPUO naval forces. They began to scribble notes into a small notebook, and two of the estimated thirty men began to call their superiors and discuss the position of the ships.

"I hope 'Smited Obedience' gets prepared...it appears as if they are on schedule, but who knows for sure?" asked Seargent Michaels.
"I hope so too, Michaels." replied an Admiral who stood on the deck of the lone destroyer.

The admiral began to smoke a cigar, and offered one to Michaels, who humbly said no. The Admiral watched as planes began to lift off and go on patrol from the forts on the Witzgallian coast.

DontPissUsOff

03-12-2004, 01:21

War Meeting, 10:00

"So, Mick, how goes it?" asked Jones amiably.

"Not too bad, thus far. The first cruise missile strike appears to have been moderately successful, and the losses we took during it were comparatively low. Also, we've not had any reports of attacks upon our Q-ships, which is surprising but good. The southern "Q" force is RVing with the main force body now, under the pretence of them providing escort for our freighters."

"We've also" - Tracy indicated the large projection on the wall - "moved four J-2s into position to acts anti-surface ship escorts. They're aiding in escorting the Delta-Five as well, and overall that force has a lot of cruise missiles available, what with five large cruise submarines and eight surface vessels, all with missile capabilities."

"Finally, Naval Aviation is going to be co-operating with SBF on another raid today..."

Witzgall

03-12-2004, 01:28

{OOC: Secret One, Naval :) }

In less than two hours, the Admiral spotted something. Michaels' radio began to go off. It was a cry of rejoice from "Smited Obedience."

"Delta Delta. This is Smited Obedience. We are going into full effect. Fleets one and two will flank east, west, Bravo. Fleet three is head-on. Delta Delta. We have approach, making way. This is Smited Obedience, we are code Delta Delta. Do you copy, Eigth Cancer?" the radio cracked in and out with this message twice.

The Admiral smiled at Micahels. The navy was coming for DontPissUsOff's very own fleets. This would be perfect.

"Send them the prepared message, Michaels. Do it with haste." said the Admiral.

Seargent Michaels picked up the sender of the radio and spoke quickly, but slow enough for the Witzgallian Navy to understand easily.

"Code Seven, Smited Obedience. This is Eigth Cancer, we have recieved your message in full. I repeat, Code Seven. Proceed with Operation Needle Prick. Delta Delta is acknowledged." spoke Michaels.
"Code Seven recognized, beginning operation. Delta Delta, Smited Obedience out."
"Roger that, Smited Obedience. Eigth Cancer out."

Michaels and the Admiral watched as the entire "secret" navy came out of its hiding behind Phoria, as it was disguised as the Phorian Navy. Comprimised of masses of ships, of all sorts and sizes, it sailed full force in seperate fleets towards the DPUO ships. This would be a most interesting sight.

DontPissUsOff

03-12-2004, 01:34

The second raid was calculated to be even larger than the first, and incorporated both Naval and Strategic Bomber Forces aircraft. The Naval Aviation Tu-160s carried extra fuel within their capacious fuselages and wings, enhancing their range at the price of some speed. This perturbed their pilots, but not unduly. They new all too well that if a missile was locked onto them, no amount of speed would save them from death. The SBF planes were, by contrast, slightly faster, but their lower range meant they had to refuel half-way to Witzgall.

The stage was set for the next battle.

South-East of Witzgall, some 800 miles from the coastline, hidden within the Q-ship force, a single Delta-V SSGN cruised slowly in company with the surface ships. Blinded by their propeller noise, she was helpless if the enemy bypassed their other ships' sonar picket; however, in destructive power, none of them could even approach her capabilities. The Delta had once been a "boomer," but her missile bay had been hollowed out, replaced with 130 launch cells for the SS-N-21 "Sampson" LAM. Today, her missiles carried only conventional HE warheads, each of 780Kg, but that would still be pretty damn nasty to anyone hit by it.

ENE, in the air, some 240 Tu-160s, laden this time with two P-750s each, cruised towards their assigned launch datum points. They were still 2,000 miles from Witzgall yet, flying high to cobserve fuel, escorted by Homeland Defence MiGs as before. The escorts' strength was heavier this time; the 240 bombers had an escort of 96 MiGs, backed up along the way by 12 Su-33Bs from the nearest carrier, just in case they came under attack on the transit run. Among them were sprinkled a squadron of more Tu-22M7 stand-off EW aircraft, acting as escort jammers for the duration.

To the North-East, the third component of the force was another 360 aircraft, more Tu-160Bs of Strategic Bomber Forces' 12th and 14th Bomber Divisions. Many of these crews had only three days ago been flying into the teeth of the Witzgallian defences, and were now gazing form their tinted windows with eyes of steel and hearts of ice, minds seemingly dead to emotion as they flew towards their target, escorted again by the ever-present interceptors. Backing them, a regiment (OOC: 24 planes) of Tu-22M7 EW aircraft kept easy pace with the bombers, currently at Mach 0.85, their technicians observing their sensitive interferometers with gimlet eyes.

Battle would be joined on three fronts. Some 3,000 miles from Witzgall, well behind his comrades in their bombers, the raid commander and his staff watched the action on computer displays aboard their IL-82 command aircraft. The small, inverted semi-circles drifted with agonising slowness to the white lines in the ocean labelled "Datum Point."

Witzgall

03-12-2004, 01:42

Over six hundred Numen V* highspeed fighters began to lift off from their airfields. This would be a large attack. Expecting a second wave of deadly bombers and a larger fighter support as their opposition, the pilots went out further than the regular patrol of F65 and Numen IVs.

The pilots of the Numen Vs were calm and determined, despite the massive force they were going to be plotted against. Many were sure that death awaited them in the air and the deep ocean below it, while others were almost certain that their holy lord would protect them from the death that so many of them expected.

The pilots began to do final checks on radar, lidar, and their stealth systems. They took off in a massive force, one after another, and headed for the ocean.

A pilot began to push his Numen V to full capacity, to see if it lived up to its reputation as the "Devil's Advocate of the Sky". It certainly did, as this pilot saw when the Numen V hit Mach 4. 19 Gs of Mach were pressurizing the plane with mass force, but the stability of the aircraft did not show any signs of wear.

He flew, surverying the sea and air around him with his numerous technological objects he had at his disposal.

OOC: *= a Numen V is a new plane made by me and the engine was constructed by Truitt. It is RL-capable, and I will post the stats on the OOC thread.

Verstummelung

03-12-2004, 01:44

-----Secure Massage to DUPO high command.-----
*encyrpt XX239*

From Fuher Harper.
It has come to my attention the war is not going as well as either of us has hoped. My forces are bogged down heavily and I am unable to send invasion troops, however I do have a small but maybe useful Navy. If we lose this war, no one will be in the way to stop the Nazis from bringing the world under a unified Swastika, we must band together and bring this tyrants down. The fleet is operating under Radio code 75656, contact them and make a rally point, they will meet you. I hope we can win any future naval engagements, because if we don't, nothing will stop Witzgall forces from invading your country and reinforcing their troops here.

Together we will bring victory and glory to the world.

-Harper

DontPissUsOff

03-12-2004, 01:46

The Moskva

"Gentlemen, our RORSAT pass yesterday has been updated by an EORSAT pass three hours ago. It appears that the Phorian Navy is coming out to play. In what strength, we don't know; the EORSAT only got very limited, and very well-scrambled, transmissions. That particular satellite is due, incidentally, to reach apogee in a day or so." Nevskiy munched thoughtfully on a biscuit.

"It seems to me that we're going to be facing a large battle. I don't doubt that the enemy will try to surround and destroy us, a la Jutland. It's the obvious and sensible thing to do, and has worked well in the past. However, this is a good thing. What they don't appear to know is that we're not heading to escort freighters at all."

"How do we know they don't know?" asked Captain Johannsen, commanding the massive battleship Nyerushimiy. "For all we know, they're going to try to kill two birds with one stone."

"They're going to surround us and then squash us," put in another Captain glumly.

"Not necessarily, Yuri. Remember, we're going to be reinforced by another Anubis, plus four more cruisers and three destroyers. That will dramatically increase our striking power and defensive ability. Furthermore, I will, once this meeting concludes, inform the commander of that "Q" force of our intentions. Given our position, his four Julietts should be able to get around the rear of the enemy ships and strike them there before he can attack us. That will, if it doesn't give them pause for thought, at least damage them a tad, make them paranoid as well."

"What good's paranoia?" asked Johannsen, smiling.

"Plenty, if you combine it with fear. And they will fear us, comrades. Not for nothing did we spend so much on this Fleet. Believe me, when we emerge from this, we may be battered and bruised, bloody and browbeaten, but we certainly won't be broken."

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"Q" force 1

"...order reads 'Detach Cruise Escort.' Seems he wants our four friends to get into action at last." The Commodore leading the Q unit looked irritated by the order. "I don't like this; it leaves us with only one SSGN and one SSN for the entire group. Then again..." He sighed. "Sparks, see if you can raise the subs on the short-range VLF radios; the buggers should have their buoys up, for God's sake."

DontPissUsOff

03-12-2004, 01:47

OOC: *= a Numen V is a new plane made by me and the engine was constructed by Truitt. It is RL-capable, and I will post the stats on the OOC thread.

Ta. I'm gonna get an update on that too. :)

Witzgall

03-12-2004, 01:55

The Numen V's watched as the Witzgallian Primary Navy, under the disguise as the Phorian Navy, began to speed towards the DPUO fleet. The navy had known of the "surprise" awaiting them and the false pretences of the frigates. Recon is extremely useful...

"Obey these commands immediately, Independent Heirarchs. This is Smited Obedience, we have you in our sights. Keep your distance, tailing behind us, if at all possible. While it may seem that the enemy is escorting a minor force of frigates, we know the wiser. Heed, Independent Heirarchs. Heed your forces behind us." said the commander of the Naval forces.
"Roger. What is the Code, Smited Obedience?" asked the ace pilot commanding the Numens.
"Code Seven, we are in Delta Delta."
"Roger. Heeding forces."
"See you on the battlefield, Heirarchs."

The navy sped at a steady pace of roughly 30 knots, or as fast as the carriers they had to protect could go.

Verstummelung

03-12-2004, 02:00

-The open Sea-

The Verstummelung Main fleet, had set sail not long before the massage was sent. The Fleet consited of 3 Heavy Battleships, Two Super Carriers, Two Multi-role Carriers, 2 Heavy Cruisers, 6 Light Cruisers, 4 Missile Frigates, 8 Destroyers, and 10 Subs.

They moved into the area to were they hoped to link up with DUPO's forces.

The mutli-role carriers, released several carrier versions of the F-117 Nighthawk, S-117, in search of the enemy fleet hopefully in the area. The Nighthawk used thermal imaging aswell as many forms of radar.

The Sub's went ahead of the Mainfleet to also serve as a scout force, it was hopped to catch the enemy offguard.

The Battleships were huge, with many Vulcan mini-gun turrets, and several harpoon and surface to air missle launchers, yet they only had two quad turrets of 51in guns. Each on carried two Commanche's fitted for anti-ship dutys, the class of vessel was called "Condor."

Phoenixius

03-12-2004, 02:01

Phoenixius, High Councillor's chambers
The Fuhrer walks into the chamber, surrounded by body guards. The High Councillor gets up from behind his desk and walks up to the Fuhrer.

"Welcome. I'm glad you made it. I hope the flight wasn't too fraught with peril?"

"No, if was a wonderful flight. Shall we get on then?"

"Certainly. I have already drawn up a preliminary alliance, stating that we shall endevour to help each other in times of crisis. I think your situation counts as a crisis?"

The two men walk over to the desk and pour over the pieces of paper. Hours later, a completed copy is brought into the chamber by a harrassed looking aide, where both men sign both copies. Now, officially, Phoenixius was at war with those that were at war with Witzgall.

"Excellent. Now that thats done, I'll give the signal for our fleets to move out."

"Alright. I'd better get back to my nation."

The Fuhrer heads off and back to Witzgall. Mean while all 10 Expeditionary Fleets start their final preparations for the move out. The 5 Submarine Fleets head directly for Witzgall, as they were already out in the ocean. 2 Drone Fleets move out too, and 2 Assualt Fleets go too. Fleets remaining back at Phoenixius were both the Home Fleets, 1 Assualt Fleet, and 3 Drone Fleets.

Phoenixius was going to kick some ass!

OOC: Stats on fleet composition in OOC thread.

DontPissUsOff

03-12-2004, 02:07

Baikansk Space Centre
Intelligence Section

"Comrade Admiral...you'd better see this." The technician's face was pale; she looked as if she had seen a ghost, which had then told her that she was going to be run down by a lorry in 2 days time. The Admiral wandered over to her chair and peered over her shoulder.

"Well?" has asked gruffly.

"Sir, this is the pass from Kosmos-3286, which we got the live feed from, briefly, about 30 minutes ago. At first it showed nothing, but then we got a better uplink satellite and we found...this!"

She pointed to something huge on the monitor. It was colossal, a giant formation of grey and white objects covering a vast swathe of ocean. The Admiral looked at it, shocked. It was a Navy. And the tiny task-forces in the area were heading straight for it. He stuttered for a few seconds, then slapped his forehead.

"Holy mother of God! You've done very well, my dear," he said, and ran from the room towards the red telephone.

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The Moskva

Nevskiy stared in abject horror at the satellite picture that now dominated his video-screen. He could scarcely make out individual ships, or indeed the sea, so vast was the formation. His hands were shaking. They were heading perpendicular to this force, and hadn't a hope in hell of taking it on and winning. He looked, still shaking, at the message fluttering in his hand:

Withdraw immediately. Fleet units moving to assist. Withdraw immediately,
expedite. Engage only if absolute necessity.

Nevskiy knew that his formations would, at best, have an eight-knots speed advantage over their opponenents; he doubted that would be enough. Aircraft did not worry him; his ships could swat those from the air, and the missiles they launched, with ease enough. What worried him was the concentration of fire the enemy ships could bring to bear on his force, meagre as it was...

"Comrade Admiral! The turn you ordered has been executed. All units are proceeding on heading 080 to Rendez-vous with the main Fleet body."

"Good. How long until we make contact." His second-in-command, Jacobsen, remained silent.

"How long?!"

Jacobsen sighed, rubbed his face. "six days at present speeds."

Nevskiy's gloom deepened. "My God...we'll never survive that long. Even with 2,000 miles between them and us, we're in trouble as it is. What's coming to assist us, anyway?"

"Everything, sir."

Witzgall

03-12-2004, 02:08

The B2s began to finish their modifications and began being wheeled into their secret airfields. Their troops awaited tomorrow's nightfall, and the drop they were to participate in. All of the troops were forced to sleep with their large comradant planes, and they were taught everything necessary to know about the Spirits, and much more.

Many men slept, but some could not. The ones who could not played cards, smoked, and admired the B2s that they sat beside.

Witzgall

03-12-2004, 02:15

Admiral Yoghet, commander of the Destroyer "The Wall", began to smile as he saw the DPUO naval forces withdraw and run for their lives towards the main fleet body which was supposed to be unknown to the Witzgallian forces.

"Full speed, chase those bastards." said the Admiral to two of his officers.

The officers saluted the Admiral and went over to the loudspeaker of the ship. They announced the order of chase. One radioed to the men and women of The Wall, while others relayed the message to the rest of the navy.

"We will show them...this is the Empire of Witzgall. We fight for honor, we fight for pride. Nobody takes those away from us." said Admiral Yoghet as he looked out into the sea.

Phoenixius

03-12-2004, 02:24

The Submarine Fleets began heading towards Witzgall at a tremendous pace - they were going to attempt to intercept DPUO forces as they ran away. Meanwhile the last few ships of the Expeditionary Fleets left port, and started heading towards the pre-determined rendevouz point.

DontPissUsOff

03-12-2004, 02:27

The Admiral returned to the Intelligence Centre an hour later. He had just set in motion what needed to be done after a quick conversation with Tracy, the First Sea Lord.

"Do me a favour. Pan onto the islands and take a look at the main ports." It was an order, not a request, and she obediently turned her cameras onto the ports. "What do you see?"

She zoomed in. "I see...activity. People moving things, ships moving from berths. Lots of aircraft up."

"Good. Let's meet them."

Verstummelung

03-12-2004, 02:30

The lone S-117 made its way through the clouds, with that it used Thermal imaging and spotted the main force of Witzgall's Navy.

"Holy mother of god! Thats a huge ass fleet!"

*he sent a coded massage to the task force.*

"Admiral! Enemy fleet spotted!"

"Commander, order our SuperCarriers and four destroyers and 1 Battleship to split from out main forces, send them in a diffrent direction. Send our Sea Nighthawk 117's, do as much damage as you can!

With that, both Carriers and the rest of the small fleet moved due east. They each launched 30 Sea F-117's each loaded with armor piercing laser guided bombs. And with that, they came over the enemy force and started their attack they targeted the bigger ships.

Phoenixius

03-12-2004, 02:33

A few miles out of port, all Phoenixius ships activates their stealth measures. These included the Wraith holographic visual stealth system, rendering the ships invisible to visual identification; Archangel Stealth system, rendering radar pretty much usless against the ships. Anyone watching would just see the ships dissapear, totally, and with nothing left, only sea.

Meanwhile the ships changed course and headed towards the DPUO fleet that was retreating.

DontPissUsOff

03-12-2004, 02:34

OOC: Bear in mind the smaller force is heading home too. Also bear in mind I can't be bothered using up my descriptive lexis describing the navy and whatnot. :D Finally, also bear in mind I'm still a very long way from Witzgall. Oh, and what tech level is that wraith thing?

IC: Nature looked with sheer astonishment at the armada bearing down out of the Western straits. Orbited overhead by at least 1,000 land-based interceptors and fighters, a fleet so large it could barely be counted accelerated out of the Western Approaches, making to shield their beleaguered comrades from the hammerblow about to fall upon them. The innumerable columns and rows of ships, grouped into seven individual formations, was all the ocean-going might of the Western Fleet, thundering out to mee the adversary, backed up their comrades to the South.

Witzgall

03-12-2004, 02:34

The Numen V's were still operating behind the naval mass headed for DPUO's retreating forces.

"Smited Obedience, you will not reach them. Permission to head forward, in an attempt to show punishment?" asked a Numen V pilot.
"Roger. This is Smited Obedience, The Wall. Admiral Yoghet...to whom am I speaking?"
"Colonel Rolf Szu. Greetings Admiral...The Heirarchs will head for the retreating forces, and we will attempt to severe their communications."
"Good."

The Numen Vs began to speed to their Mach 4.2 top speeds, burning their engines like a campfire on gasoline. They spun out of formation, weaving back and forth. They began to hone in on the enemy ships' sonar and radar attachments, as well as the hulls.

"Charlie Bravo. This is Patriot Force. We have lock. Permission to engage?" asked a Numen pilot.
"Roger, Zulu Fox. You have go code, Patriot Force." replied the Colonel.
"Charlie Bravo, we are Code Two. Enaging."

The Patriot Force, a compilement of fifty of the large mass of Numen Vs, armed their missiles (R77s and the like). They fired two at a time, discharging the wingtip missiles first.

"Enaged. Awaiting reports." said Patriot Force, following the conduct laws of reporting status.

Witzgall

03-12-2004, 02:38

As the Patriot Force began to engage one of DPUO's divisions just as they split up, sixty S-117s appeared on a fighter's radar.

"Shit! Code Eighteen! We have a Tango Bravo in sector four!" shouted the Colonel into his radio.
"Roger. Enaging, mass fire." replied the pilot commanding "Zeus' Lightning" force, a compilement of 80 Numen V's and ten F65s.

Zeus' Lightning began to turn towards the S-117s and fire volleys of R-77s. They had to stop the planes before they engaged the navy.

Verstummelung

03-12-2004, 02:39

(OOC: DontPissUsOff, if you're willing to have an ally in this sea battle, I'm open to disscuss a battle plan. It is after all myself sacraficing half of my fleet to stall Witzgall's so your's can escape.)

IC: The S-117 group, split into single ship formations. Already some making attack runs on enemy ships, they aimed their bombers at their deck's, and at their keel's. The first wave of atleast 30 S-117's got within range, and released atleast 60 Laser guided APB (armor piercing bombs,) at the fleet. They broke away and released a salvo of electronic counter measures. This hopefully gave them a chance to return and let the second, and third. And the Carriers were already launching a third and forth wave, now with 120 S-117's on their way.

DontPissUsOff

03-12-2004, 02:40

Sure, but I didn't expect this to happen. Way I had it figured, I was a good 2,000+ miles off Witzgall's shores yet, which was why I wasn't using my own forces much.

Phoenixius

03-12-2004, 02:43

OOC: Its MT DPUO - basically its what I think holograms could be used for if a bit of research was put into holograms, rather than being left for dead as it currently is.

IC:

Admiral, we have numerous contacts coming up - seems like DPUO is coming out with the goods.

Excellent, they shouldn't be able to see us at all, so lets move up to them - they may be hundreds of miles away, but we can still instil fear. Launch the drones!

On board the Enyan-D's drones began to prepare for launch. All around the carriers, the drones began to fill the sky. 24 Rukus bomber UAVs
and 24 Argot fighter UAVs were launched - not a lot, but still enough to get the opposing navy onto their toes.

DontPissUsOff

03-12-2004, 02:46

*Cough* *Prods above post*...this is somewhat on the confusing side.

Verstummelung

03-12-2004, 02:49

OOC: The way I see it, my forces of 37 ships have been split in two, I have atleast 120 Nighthawks engaging his ships. This gives you the window to do some harm.

IC: The second wave fallowed by the third descended from the sky, Stealth had given them an advantage, seeing how they were all black and it was night, kinda hard to see them. The went in fast, fast as they could, and they released their payload on more of the vessels, now atleast 120 bombs heading into the fleet, this could become another midway if things went right for Verstummelung.

Radio: This is Wing Commander, all Nighthawks, strike at Witzgall fleet. Target their Keels and waterline only. Were their armor is weakest! To any DUPO aircraft in the area, we need assistance, we have the enemy confused, strike now with all you have!

Phoenixius

03-12-2004, 02:49

OOC: How so? SOrry Witzgall.

IC:

On board the other Enyan-A/V carriers, various Gencor-V aircraft were being readied to launch to aid Witzgall if his forces required it against the S-117's that were on the horizon.

Witzgall

03-12-2004, 02:52

The leading battleship, "The Wall", suffered a major hole in the deck from the APBs that had begun to rain from the sky. The destroyers and cruisers began to fire .50 cal and 12.7mm guns at the enemy, as well as numerous other anti-air missiles and guns. The Numen V's began to engage the second and third waves with their R-77s.

The Numens began to activate their stealth measures, using holograms and other malicious electronic countermeasures to confuse the enemy pilots and planes. They released numerous R-77s at their targets.

The Wall almost sank, and began to detour to the right to try to turn around from the battle. It had a large puncture wound in its deck, and was spewing flames. Roughly eighty servicemen were tossed overboard or killed by the bombs, and numerous others were severly injured. The Admiral ordered the immediate destruction of the waves that were coming.

The Numens delivered. Chasing after the first wave was Patriot Force, firing numerous missiles and gunfire athe S-117s. The electronic countermeasures of the S-117s were hardly a match for the advanced detection equipment on the Numens, and the Numen V pilots had been underestimated...

Some used their airbrakes to slow down from the high Mach Speeds and disrupt the waves with their volleys of missiles.

Witzgall

03-12-2004, 02:54

An APB had missed another cruiser just barely, and struck a SSN that hid below the sea's depths. It immediatly sank, and the pressure began to crush the submarine. It's crew was dead in less that twenty minutes.

Two destroyers were hit, and had massive holes in their keels. They began to try to deter from the group, following The Wall to safety. One sank as it retreated, the other making a dash for the island.

Verstummelung

03-12-2004, 02:55

Radio: All Nighthawks engage at your own discretion, drop all your ordinance on the nearest target!

And with that, the forth wave was never brought up as planes dropped from the sky as quickly as missiles were fired. Some bombers must have hit that flagship of theirs, because it was their main target.

Radio: I'm sorry men, but it seems this is it for us.......DUPO you're on your own.*transmission inturupted.*

The Carriers begun to withdraw and made its way to intercept DUPO's main fleet, in hopes of joining their forces.

Phoenixius

03-12-2004, 02:57

320 Gencor-V's were launched from various Enyan-A/V aircraft carriers, their stealth measures coming online as they took off - anyone watching would notice the aircraft appearing out of no-where, taking off from mid-air, then dissapearing. They were on route towards Witzgalls fleet to help their ally defend themselves from the S-117s that had broken through.

Reports were coming in that several Witzgall ships had been destroyed or damaged, and the pilots were raring for a shot.

The fighters roared at Mach 2.5 towards their targets.

Witzgall

03-12-2004, 02:59

A cruiser began to leak fuel. The Admiral heading it was confused. No explosion or abrupt noise was heard nor seen...what was there fuel doing leaking from the west side of the boat?

It appeared as if two APBs had collided together and detonated, acting as an air explosive which severed the waterline. Fuel had begun to leak out in mass quantities.

"Shit! DFull speed, aft, immediately!" shouted the Admiral in charge of the cruiser.

An S-117 collided with the cruiser as it retreated, sending it into a ball of flames and sinking the cruiser to the depths of the ocean immediately...

Phaestos

03-12-2004, 04:05

Royal Palace, Phaestos, Confederacy of Phaestos

King Rhadymanthus raised his eyes to the ceiling and sighed. Early this morning, Phaestos had recieved a communique from Verstummelung, one of their allies in the Knurlyhood, with a request for assistance in war. Now it was late evening, and the various envoys of the city-states which made up the Phaestoi Confederacy were still little closer to deciding on a firm course of action. Mainly through the difficulty in getting a word in edgeways

Gazing down once more on the assembled envoys, he grinned suddenly, and stood up, the delegates rapidly falling silent (needing only a slight hint from Rhadymanthus' armed guards).

"Ladies and gentlemen, I believe there is one factor you may have failed to consider. As you all know, here in the Confederacy, we have a system of compulsory military service, to protect our borders from our enemies. As you also know, a number of our city-states are currently suffering from a certain level of unemployment, thanks to some of our larger corporations seeking cheaper labour in Bigtopia and Lilliput. Put simply, this war may be an... unexpected boon. We can shift all our unemployed into the armed forces, and our automotive industry can switch production to attack aircraft and armoured vehicles which we can proceed to sell to our allies, as well as using them ourselves to seize the various ecomonic assets of our opponents. My friends, not only can we aid our faithful allies in battle, we can also make a killing!"

His guards looked meaningfully down at the delegates. The envoys erupted into a ragged chorus of cheers.

Rhadymanthus beamed. "Telesta Anathus! Summon our armed forces! We go to war!"

Nanakaland

03-12-2004, 04:07

A new president was in charge of Nanakaland, a different one. An aide walked up to John Williams, a libertarian who was elected in the confusion of Nanakaland's last elections, and said, "Sir, I think I've got some reports that a Witzgall vessal is flying the flag of our Nation. We must warn the enemies and turn against Witzgall."

"But what of the people?" asked the President.

"Well, the Nazis are our enemies," said the aide.

"Very well," said Williams. "Open communications."

"No," said another person walking in. "The Senate has decided. You will not be able to communicate with the enemies of Witzgall. Any attempts to contact Witzgall's enemies with any news concerning the war will be Treason and we will not hesitate to impeach you. We can. The Centrist party owns the Senate. We own you. If you don't do what we want, you're gone. Senate Majority Leader Thomas Smith is the true leader of this country now. On that submarine you lost your chance to stop the Centrists from controlling 2/3 of the Senate."

"No," Williams said.

"Yes," replied the man who walked in. "Look. We have the majority of the legislative branch and 8 out of 9 on the Supreme Court. You are little more than a symbolic figurehead now."

"Is that a threat?" asked the president. "I can report you."

"No," replied the Senator. "This is a warning. Don't go against the wishes of the Senate. We are the true power of Nanakaland. Oh and don't try to veto a bill. We'll just go around it with a 2/3 vote." The Senator left the room.

[OOC: This is a private IC thread. There is no way no one knows what exactly is going on in Nanakaland (yet).]

Verstummelung

03-12-2004, 04:19

Out of the 120 S-117 Nighthawks to take part in the raid, none returned. This was sad, yet when an image of Witzgall's flagship limping home heavily damaged, those in the hanger bay cheered.

Meanwhile, at the screat R&D facility.....

"Docter, it seems our naval raid on the Witzgall fleet was....thrawted very easily."

"I know Minister, its thier attack fighters that seem to bring our planes down easily. Their profile from engagments puts their kill ratio to 1 of their planes to 10 of ours. Its sad!"

"Docter, I want an aircraft...that can outfly, outrun and out stealth this thing, and I want it now."

"Way ahead of you sir, we're thinking of everything, but this would be alot easier if we could get ahold of this thing's technical plans, or perhaps a captured model."

"I'll see what I can do docter...."

Verstummelung

03-12-2004, 05:12

"Minister! I think we've cracked the nut behind that aircraft thats shooting ours down like it's nothing!"

"Docter I'm all ears."

"Our missiles seem to attack targets that the missiles think that are there, yet thats because none of our missiles use heat seeking technology...."

"I see, and what good will this do."

"At the moment, it gives us a small advantage, and we've also been tinkering with a fighter thats soul purpose is to counter our enemy's. At the moment, we have a prototype atleast 80% complete, our goal is to make the enemy's as useless as possible. The airframe is sound, and the engines are the best in the region, Mach 3.9. Hopefully if we don't cut any corners, and perhaps work on finding out more about this enemy aircraft we might just turn the tide in this air war."

"Docter if we can defeat that enemy jet, then we might be able to strike a huge blow to the enemy Navy's, without their fighter's they will be open to attack. I want every man you have to work round the clock, no breaks. I want a team effort, I need this fighter. We will build 6 prototypes, and test three in Combat as soon as possible."

(OOC: In the R&D center, no one but I know what is going on ;) Witzgall, I think I might have come up with something that may give your Numen a run for it's money.)

Phoenixius

03-12-2004, 12:26

With the destruction of the S-117's the Gencor-V's returned to the fleets and began to patrol the air above.

Witzgall

03-12-2004, 20:09

OOC: Phaestos, your not in this. Ask in the OOC thread or TG me.

Witzgall

03-12-2004, 20:16

In the SolarStar Corporation's PROJECT OBLITERATION factory, two men stood at a table with the plans to the Numen V.

"It is proving itself in the air battle, General Glocken. I must say, it is doing very well and is mighty useful in this war." said a man, dressed like a scientist.
"Well...Doctor Hur, I must say that I agree. Many of the enemy jets have been shot down by our Numen Vs and Numen IVs. They are a great asset to the Witzgallian Air Force, and are leaders of the sky." replied General Glocken.
"I hear the ratio is one to ten...is this so, General?" questioned the scientist.
"Of course."
"Marvelous." said Hur, as he rolled up the plans of the Numen V.

Hur walked over to a desk and picked up a tube that leaned against its right side. The desk was full of folders and drawings, each labeled as a seperate designation with wierd names, such as Project Vwer. Hur lifted a paper out of the tube that had "Project Feringtn" written on it. The General smirked.

"Is this the new boy?" asked the General.
"Yes. It will rule the skies, I must say...my men have been working on it for over five months straight, even before this war of ours. It is almost complete..." replied Hur.
"Good. I wish to hear from you upon completion. May I have the file?"

Doctor Hur handed the General the file, and the General left with a handshake. The file was of great importance to this war, and would lay out a new age of warfare in the skies. This craft would make sure of victory...

{OOC: Secret IC, nobody knows a thing. ;) }

Ratheia

03-12-2004, 21:50

The SU-47's fired up their engines immediately after re-fueling and headed to intercept the enemy aircraft. Heavily armed with 8 R-37 ALRAAMS and 6 AAPAAMS they would be a formidable match to the enemy aircraft. Hopefully, at least. They were meant to utilize their advanced plasma generators, but due to lack of time they were not outfitted with these before the outbreak of the war. As they headed onward the Black Commander issued a few directions.

"Here's the deal. We'll be approaching allied airspace within 20 minutes and engaging enemy aircraft. Numen IV's apparently. With some sort of new type they had just fielded. Command tell's us to accelerate to M4 and try to knock 'em dead with a single pass. Interception after that is wholey viable."

There was a crackle and a hiss and then a response came in.

"Understood, BC. We'll take 'em down or die trying."

Witzgall

03-12-2004, 22:31

Eighteen B-11 Lacken II Superbombers, equipped with Phoenixius countermeasures and stealth technology, flew towards Verstummelung with all countermeasures activated. Their mission was to drop ten Rezolution II* HPM "bombs" to deactivate as many radar stations as possible in order to aid in the paratrooper drop.

They flew at full speed, monitoring their radar and the sky for any bogies that may attempt to engage them. They flew high to avoid any ground forces, but were going to drop altitude quickly when in range of their targets.

*OOC: The Rezolution II is a High Power Microwave ECM-style weapon. The Rez and Rezolution (I) can be found Here (http://s4.invisionfree.com/The_NC_Forum/index.php?showtopic=79). The Rezolution II is a much larger version of the Rezolution and Rez, and is planned to be used to deactivate as many detection agents and other establishments as possible.

Nanakaland

04-12-2004, 00:23

To: West Cedarbrook and Allies
From: Nanakaland
Re: Attacks

We at Nanakaland understand about the submarine accident. We will let it slip - this time. Next time an accident happens like this it may be war. If it was up to me, Nanakaland would remain neutral forever, but I do not control the Senate.

Best Regards,
President John Williams

Verstummelung

04-12-2004, 00:51

"Minister, I'm pleased to report our new aircraft has finished flight testing. The three combat models are on their way to the Super Carrier Agorna. They should be landing...soon."

"Good Docter, I want to be clear that if this aircraft completes its objective then we will not hesitate to swing it into full production. I hope that once we obtain enough data, you'll be able to continue working on the second generation of Verstummelung fighters."

"Minister, the aircraft we just sent out are designed to engage multiple enemy aircraft, and hopefully the counter measure system will work well enough that we can refine it."

"Whos the lucky squadron, Docter."

"Skelton."

The Minister looked shocked for a moment.

"You sent them out? Their some of our best, what if we lose them!"

"We wont if I did my job."

"I had hope you did Docter, for your sake...."

--------

On the Super Carrier, three black and grey camoflauged aircraft landed. They looked unlike anything the crews had seen before. They had a jolly roger on their tail fins.

Their mission was to evalute the new aircraft, see its advantages and weaknesses. They would launch to engage in a sortie with the enemy "Numens."

Verstummelung

04-12-2004, 01:49

The three new planes took off from their carrier. They stayed in a tight "V" formation. Each of them came fully equipped with counter missiles, and some "special" missiles. aswell as AIM-120 AMRAAM Slammer missiles. They flew around in the area were the S-117's made contact with the enemy fleet.

What was new to these aircraft, was their pilot's determination for pay back. They also knew that when using Infared missiles, the missile would see the heat from the real aircraft over the holographic projection....

They flew about waiting to engage a Numen fighter.

(My planes are packing some, new toys...Ultra-Low Electromagnetic Pulse Ray Charges in the missile. )

Truitt

04-12-2004, 02:40

[Off The Coast of Verstummelung]

"Sir, three torpedoes, no, five, in the water, heading straight for us!" Yelled the sonar oeprator. "Arm all torpedoes and take aim, load in all respects, and fire!" Yelled back the Bridge Capiton as the order was given.

Seven "Crackerbarrel" Countermeasures were launched from the bottom tubes but the out-dated Portshire was hit by two of the torpedoes.

Three T-4 Raptior-class SSDs already aimmed and had firred all thier eight frontal tubes with Yk50 Capitalist torpedoes with five small T-8 Terroist-class SSAs launching constant countermeasures to ward off hostile torpedoes to the firring force.

Seventeen of the twenty three torpedoes that hit an enemy submarine sunk it, and the rest heavily damaged them. All but one submarine was hit or killed, and it retreated at full speed. "All T-4 Units, engage remainning Masters." Said the Bridge Capiton on the TSV Raptior, the Lead Boat of the T-4. "Load all torpedo tubes with Yk50 Mod3 Liberal Capitalists and accelerate to thirty five knots." Said the Brdg. Cap. To the Deck Commander.

They began the chase, but the Virginia-class was still in range of the longer-ranged Yk50 Mod3. All eight Torpedoes were launched with their lines still attached. Each torpedo hit the submarine, utterly enihilating it.

"Sir, all Masters confirmmed destroyed except for one, it has released its surrender." Said the Transmission Officer on the Bridge. "Good, hopefully we can take it and use it as bait." Said the Brdg. Cap..

[Two Hours Later]

"Mr. Generali, we have information on the battlefield data on Target One. It looks like Operation: Ant Hill can began." Said the Representative to the Marvy Force Herald Sanders.

The Lead Generali of the Marvy Force, James Conners, had propossed the operation to the Presidente and his very close friend. He had gotten it approved dispite a few disagreements in resoruce management. "Deploy the Aura admediatly. It is fully armed in Siege-type Complement correct?" He asked. "Yessir, and the word came in from Witzgall, thier bomber-transport project is a go. They say it should be sucessful, but our resources have said it to be a 43% chance of full infiltraition." The Generali looked down for a moment and said "Operation: Ant Hill is a go, approved by all Generalis in the Federal Airforce, Navy, and Archangel Core. May today be the beganning of the Operation as said by the Lead Generali of the Marvy Force." The Representative saluted and walked out.

Within a few hours the Aura, massive in size, launched from Aurora Base on the very small island of Emerald Key located inside the allways forgotten Tango Line Pysier. It launched with all aircraft still inside, and the complement of over a hundred tanks and two thousand infantrymen just placed isnide its bottom bays.

To: Witzgall, Phoenixius, and the Presidente of the United Pysiers
From: Lead Generali of the Marvy Force James Conners
We have launched the Aura and it is currently running silent towards Target One, Conflict One.

[OOC: Vers., can you give me where on the map you are agian, at least what continent, so I can estimate how long it will take till the Aura can arrive for my paraforce invasion we talked about? Also, link to the ifnormation abotu the Aura will be posted on the OOC thread when I find the link.]

Phoenixius

04-12-2004, 03:18

30 PX-108 Anubis fighters took off from an airbase in Phoenixius - the very latest in MierTech designs this was to be its first combat test. They were going to replace the ageing Gencor aircraft, but this test would reveal how much they would need. They headed straight for the Fleets, and 30 Gencor-V's would return back to Phoenixius to allow for the space needed. With Witzgall's Numen V's ruling the skies, Phoenixius needed to get their aircraft up and showing them who's boss.

After a few hours flight, the flight leaders got a message stating that several Verstummelung aircraft were taking off from one of their carriers. Initial reports indicated that they were a brand new design, and not the old S-117's they had sent before. The Anubis fighters changed course and headed straight towards where the enemy fighters would be, on an intercept course.

Truitt

04-12-2004, 03:34

[400nm from Verstummelung's Ground Borders]

The Aura accelerated form tis cruise of 210 knots to 240 knots midair. It had reached its maximum air-support altitude of 35,000ft and had already released the "Green Barrade" Hologram System (Modified Phoenixian Hologram Version) which showed a large cloud in the area instead of the massive ship and an additional fighters that were not there.

"Fire Cloud Dust Bursts!" Yelled the Lead Bridge-Ship Capiton of the Aura. The Many Yk7-Haste Launchers firred twenty to fifty very small Cloud Dust Burst Bombletts which were like smoke grenades. The Cloud Dust Material flew out, causing odd cooling of the air and small lighter-than air metal particles. Each cloud lasted about twenty three minutes, and then an other was automatically launched.

"Release the hive!" Yelled the Ld. Brdg. Cap. as the two active top runways and internal hydrolic runway staretd to launch off multiple aircraft, mainly TyH-58Z Generali Cockatiels and thier own eight TyH-58VD Fighting Liger Cockatiels. They were armed with the new TALM-50 SORAAM line of missles and had thier direct Phoenixian Hologram systems online projecting 10 (although they could project 12) simular aircraft.

After fifty TyH-50Z's left the Aura with thier eight-each Fighting Liger Cockatiels, the Ld. Brdg. Cap. gave the order to release the radar jamming system throughout the whole Aura and on each of the twenty two TyH-58FE Scanning Cockatiels patrolling the skies.

"Sir, we should enter hostile Conflict-One Range within minutes." Said the Lead ATC Operator for the Ghost Strip located inside the Aura. "Alright, launch the AUSTIN Reconition and load fifty three missles and fire at our directed path. Make them the Yk2-Mod Ykalu Spread-Sheet Missle, they have not been used and have laid in our storage for nearly three years after the Siege Gulf War." Replied the Ld. Brdg. Cap. He aknowledged and began Operation: Ant Hill.

Verstummelung

04-12-2004, 03:35

Radio: Enemy fighters imbound.....

Radio2: I see them lead.

Radio: No single ship attacks, engage as a group.

Radio: Engage.

The three new fighters formed like a V, turned right and darted towards the Anubis formation at Mach 3.2, the lead aircraft took heed and locked on three out of his 6 Ultra-Low Electromagnetic Pulse Ray Charge missiles. He fired them all, one to each target. Whilst the other two, showed their teeth and sent to fallow the three missiles atleast 3 AIM-120 AMRAAM Slammer missiles. As soon as they made their first pass, an image unit took several photos of the enemy aircraft and immeditaly sent the images back to base. The three Vultures came into the wave, and repeated the process and let loose several streams of their 20mm fire.

Ratheia

04-12-2004, 03:37

"I've got Verstummelung aircraft on my radar! Three of 'em! Proceed to cover them as they attack!"

The SU-47 fleet, numbering in just about 1,500, flew into formation behind the Verstummelung aircraft and locked their missiles onto the encroaching enemy aircraft.

"Right behind you guys, no worry."

Phoenixius

04-12-2004, 03:45

Incoming missiles! Activate defence systems!

All 30 Anubis fighters activated their countermeasure suits, and activated their EMPPS (means EMP can't do severe damage). The missiles streaked towards them, just as the Anubis fighters went vertical and dropped their countermeasures, where upon the missiles just exploded, the countermeasures imitating the radar and IR signature of the Anubis fighters exactly.

OOC: Got to go now.

Verstummelung

04-12-2004, 03:49

(OOC: Well that settles it, if they can deploy and use things so big and so bad and such, then I'll do something, yet a sneakyier way.)

-On the Internet-
*A Verstummelung Computer Virus concoted by every nerd and science guy in the country and region, slaves day and night and constructs a virus so deadly, and softwear it's released on, it destroys.*

*click*

*The virus is sent, its target is the New Commonwealth computer system, the virus is so wide that it becomes like the black plauge, it infects other virus's and mutates like the AIDs virus. It reaches its target and does its work. Its called the Genocide virus, and its sole purpose is to kill every computer its unleashed on*

Phoenixius

04-12-2004, 09:16

OOC: Verstummelung which computers are you targetting? Is it every single computer in the region, or just a select few? I'll await your reply before RPing its results.

IC:

The Anubis fighters pulled put of their climb, with the Verstummelung fighters below them and ahead. In the distance they could make out the Ratheian aircraft - they would have to be out of here before long. 9 Anubis fighters quickly targetted the Verstummelung fighters, and released 1 MTM-01 each at them. Without waiting for the missiles to hit, they swept their wings forward and dove out of the sky straight at the Verstummelung fighters. Once they were in range they began to fire their MTG-03's at them, electricity arcing towards the three lone fighters.

After their pass, they continued downwards, not waiting to see their results - the Ratheian aircraft were too numerous and too close to allow any sight seeing. Reaching Mach 3.6, they turned and headed towards the Phoenixius Fleets, radioing ahead for covering aircraft.

Intelligent Neighbors

04-12-2004, 17:24

Reg Choo sat in his comfortable office, purchased out of the taxes paid by the nation's inhabitants. His job was demanding, and now he had to make another tough decision, whether to aid the Witzgallians in their struggle against oppressors. The Emperor had granted him permission to do what he liked, but he knew that if he failed...

"Get me General Alvus Tyrin, fast." He shouted to his secretary. The woman quickly ran out of his office to her desk and the phone.

Within 20 minutes the General was standing in front of Choo, no-one wanted to be late for Choo.

"General, I have had word that our allies Witzgall need some military help. I think that it would be wise if you took your fleet to assist them."

"How best can I assist them Herr Choo?"

"Take your fleet and strike at the nation of Verstummelung, they will not be expecting a force so great appearing upon their doorstep. There will be hardly any resistance from this small nation. It has, after all, got most of it's fleet participating in the upcoming attack on Witzgall."

"Understood Sir."

"Good, you may depart immediately. But remember, do not fail the Emperor..."

"Yessir"

General Tyrin saluted, then turned and left. Choo called after him:

"There will be a SK (Sturm Krieg, or Storm Warrior) unit waiting for you, use it wisely."

General Tyrin left, and made his way to the port. He thought about his upcoming mission, and the glory it would earn him, providing it succeeded. He was hopeful, with the SK unit he could not fail.

When Tyrin reached the port, a horrifiying yet uplifting sight met his eyes. In front of him, ranked up perfectly, stood the SK unit he had been promised. Close to 500 X-Soldiers stood there, all in dark armour and wearing helmets. They looked impassive at first, until you saw that each stood at around 7ft tall, and they carried weaponry unseen before in Intelligent Neighbors. One such weapon was the venom cannon, a handheld chaingun, operatable only by super-soldiers.

General Tyrin strode to the front of the soldiers and called out.

"Who is your commanding officer?"

As one, the soldiers replied: "You are."

General Tyrin smiled and gestured to the X-soldiers to board the fleet. There was no way he could lose he thought, not with these fighting for him.

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OOC note: The X-soldiers are not supermen, they are just the result of extensive genetical research to breed soldiers that possess strength, speed and intelligence surpassing that of the average soldier. They carry weapons that are unusual, but not future tech, just the best IN has to offer. They are not invincible, they are just as susceptible to a .50 cal in the head as anyone else. They are some of the best soldiers IN has, but as there are only a few around, they should not be unstoppable.

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