NationStates Jolt Archive

the cold emptiness of the sky sped past the cockpit as the pilot of the SR-71 Blackbird looked out. Below him lay the land of Sanctaphax. Electronic recon equipment was giving him readouts of the ground below while digital cameras were taking photographs of military and industrial complexes. Everything was going along smoothly and it appeared to be just another routine recon mission until....

*Beep... Beep.... Beep....*

The pilot was suddenly caught in a cold sweat. The enemy had a missile lock on him, and there were SAM's inbound...

The SAM had indeed locked on, and fired, clipping the blackbirds tail. The plane spiralled out of control, and the pilot was seen ejecting into the Deepwoods. 5 hummers were instantly dispatched to try and find the fallen pilot.

The Pilot hastily pull the rip cord on his Parachute. Almost instantley it opened catching him in a hard but safe decent. He watched in pain as his Aircraft plumeted towards the ground, a spinning ball of flames and metal. His dark Parachute canvas was difficult to see against the black night sky. Below him he could only see a drab fog that enshrouded the ground below. He could see the tops of large evergreen trees, telling him that he was in for a rough landing. He braced himself as he came closer to the ground.

The plane crashed, destroying a field of crops.
The pilot couldn't be seen, but the Hummers were ordered to comb the woods to search for him. They had to know who he was, where he was from, and more importantly, what his country was planning. Hunter UAV's were launched from the back of the Hummers and flew as high as possible, attempting to find any more planes, if there were any more. Meanwhile, the pilot, unseen by the Hummers, had nearly reached the canopy.

He crashed through the canopy, catching his body on the branches, cutting him deeply and tearing at his uniform. Pain swam through his body as he fell closer and closer to the ground. He finally came to a stop 10 feet from the ground, dangling in the air by his parachute. He attempted to raise his left arm to pull the release, but the pain was just to great. He had broken his arm, most likley in several places. Instead he used his right, and upon pulling the release he fell the remaining distance to the ground. He landed with a hard thud, but no sooner had he hit the ground and he was hidden within the forest. He knew this was hostile territory and if he was found they would undoubtably torture and kill him.

"Time to get ahold of the big boys" he muttered to himself as he held his left arm. he pulled out the small communications device from his survival pack.

***encripted***

"Come in Big Bird, this is Sparrow. I had some troubles and my wings were clipped. Im behind enemy lines and need imediate evac. Territory is hostile."

***end transmission***

He waited eagerly for a respones, but received none. Moment later he noticed a Hunter flying overhead. He imediatley ducked underneith some heavy brush to ovoid detection.

Too late, back at HQ the live feed of the Hunter showed them a face just dropping out of view. The Hummers surrounded the area he was in, and the drivers armed themselves. They shouted out. "You are now in Sanctaphrax territory. Please come out, unarmed and with your hands above your head or we will shoot"

The pilot cursed silently as he remeined beneith the brush. He felt the pistol at his side, then glanced out at what he was facing. It wasn't worth it he though. He remembered the Blacktower code of conduct, and reached for the gun. He came slowly from the bush and raised it to his head. Moments before killing himself, he felt a slite sting in his back, then the lights went out. He had been hit by a tranq dart from one of the enemy soldiers.

"Good shot corporal, he nearly commited suicide, he must be crazy."
They removed the guys weapons and bundled him mercilessly into one of the hummers. He wouldn't wake up for 8 hours anyway, but it was safer this way. He was driven to Lake Landing airbase, where he was put in an empty room. Due to his suicide attempts they covered the walls in carpets and posted guards outside the room. They'd give him a few days without sleep, and see if he talked.

about 8 1/2 hours later the pilot groggily opened one of his eyes. from what he could tell, he was in some sort of holding chamber, completley naked, and he had been drugged. The pounding in his head was a dead giveaway.

"I must be at a Sanctaphraz base" he thought to himself. No doubt they were going to torture him. It was best if he didn't move and pretended to still be under the influence of the drug. He slowly closed his eye again and went back to sleep. he knew that he had to get as much as possible if he wanted to hold out throuhg the interogation.

After 9 hours the soldiers burst into his cell. If he hadn't awoken by now, then they must have inserted the poison dart. But no... he was definitely breathing. They pounded their boots on the floor.
"If you want another dart, let us know. But this one may be loaded with poison. WAKE UP!!!" They continued in this way until finally they gave in. They loaded their guns as one...

The pilot remained calm. He knew that they would not kill him, because if they did, then any knowledge they had wished to gain from him would be gone. Also, if they did kill him, then he could die with honor, as a true Blacktoweran. He waited on the floor in his uncomfortable possition with his eyes closed.

The soldiers saw him flinch. They picked him up, and hauled him off for interrogation. They got a needle and said "You know whats in this? A highly addictive heroin like substance." They jabbed the needle into his arm with quick reflexes, and pulled it straight out. The blood began to flow.

The pilot chuckled as they pulled the needle out. He felt the high swarm over his body, a complete state of Euphoria poured over him and a state of sheer ecstasy washed through his mind. These were definatley the 1st level interogators he thought to himself. Simple tricks like addiction denial and Sleep deprovation were not going to crack his hard shell, but he let them have their fun anyways. Soldiers occasional cracked him in the bare gut with the stock of a gun, or beat his shins with the barrels, all the while the drug washed over him.

They watched as a smile came over his face as he waited for the feeling of the drugs.
"Oy, druggie, that was a sterile needle. So stop waiting, nothings going to happen. You aren't going to be drugged... yet."
Just then, a sergeant walked in. This sergeant had a scary voice, but not a loud one. His voice was low, ominous.
"I've heard you're a tough little punk. Well lets see if this softens you up. We checked our records, and guess what? There's a man in the Blacktower Air Force, who looks just like you. We dug around a little more, and found his entire family. We know where your son goes to school, what beauty parlour your wife goes to, and what over-18 clubs your 16 year old girl goes to. So start talking, or they may just suffer an... accident. We think the government found out, but they were bound to in the end. So start talking or your family gets it"

For a moment fear fluttered in his eyes. But then hsi training took over and he replied "I dont know where you idiots are getting your intel from, but those arn't my kids. I feel sorry for the poor shmuck who they belong to, they sure are ugly. They are probobly yours eh tough guy?"

THis was followed by a series of vicious blows to the chest and back from Gun stocks.

The Sergeant held up his hand for the men to stop.
"Ok, let me put this another way. Your wife, is Olivia, your children, Emily and James. Emily and James both go to Willow Street high school, in Ashenfell. You lost a brother last year in a car accident. By the way, everything you are saying is being recorded and sent to them. We'll deliver the divorce papers to here shall we?"
The sergeant smirked and leaned against the wall.

He thought to himself. His family would understand what was going on, and should anything be sent to them, His wife at least would be smart enough to report it to his Commanding officers. From there they would trace the evidence and locate his whereabouts eventually.

"Go ahead" He muttered as he spat blood onto the Mans uniform. "I dont know who they are, and I dont care. Your stupid mind games would work alot better if you could find my actual family."

The Man in uniforms eyes lit up in rage.

"Do I need more info, listen to this."

"This is Sergeant 1001, requesting flight location"
"Roger, we're currently flying at altitude 30'000 feet, on our way to Blacktower, to bomb the Hammond house. ETA 2 hours."

"So you see, you have 2 hours to start talking, or your family will all die. Everyone is at home at this hour, and completely unaware. So... the choice is yours, your silence, and therefore the deaths of your nearest and dearest. Or you can talk, we reroute the plane and your family is spared. Whats it to be?"

He knew that they were most likley faking it, but he couldnt take the chance.

"What do you want to know" He muttered

He knew that they were most likley faking it, but he couldnt take the chance.

"What do you want to know" He muttered
"Ah, talking now are we? Good, so you can just answer a few questions for us for now. What were you sent here to do? What is your country planning? In how long will it happen?"

The pilot was silent for a moment. THne he looked over the pictures of his family and softley said "They are not planning anything, it was a routine recon mission."

The interrogation lasted a few more hours, and they found out the truth.

"This is sergeant 1001, interrogation of suspect over. Information recieved."
"Roger that"

Cowlquape Pentephraxis was stalking up and down his expensive office. In the visitors chair was General Varis Lodd, they were discussing the latest, frankly scary info coming from the suspect.
General Lodd went to meet with the heads of the army, navy and air force. Reserves were called up, and orders were issued to civilians... Sanctaphrax was gearing up for war.

Meanwhile back in Blacktower.....

"Sir our Blackbird hasn't reported in for several hours now. It has gone well past its fuel capacity for Air travel and is now considered MIA. Last known coordinates were deep in Sancaphrax Air space. Possible Malfunction or shot down, but either way our pilot is considered down behind enemy lines."

"Very well, patch me through to the Secretary of Defence."

moments later....

"Sir this is Corperal Hendrickson at BAF headquaters. We have a downed Bird in Sanctaphrax territory."

"Damnit Corperal" replied Secretary of Defence Ammon Gaul "We shall be in contact with them soon. Dont worry son, we'll find out whats happening over there."

Meanwhile back in Sanctaphrax.
3 new Aircraft carriers, Illyana Vassilea class were taken out to sea, their aim was to blockade the narrow inlet that led to Sanctaphrax by water. The three mighty ships side by side would easily block it. 30 Sa'ar Corvettes also left, they stayed 1/2 a mile behind the AC's. Baz-2000 fighters were launched from the carriers, and they patrolled the area near the river to spot any enemies approaching. Blacktower would know about the pilot by now.

"Sir we have reports of Sanctaphrax forces on the move."

"damnit, what are those creeps up to. patch me through"

seconds later...

"This is Secretary of Defence Ammon Gual of Blacktower. We are alarmed by the sudden buildup or your forces along your coasts. please explan your actions."

"Nice to hear from you. We have in our possesion one of your pilots. And as for what we are doing, it is our coast, therefore we can do what we want. We aren't even in international waters, nor are we planning to go into international waters. Other than that, if you give me a good reason, I will tell you what we are up to. Otherwise, I wish you a good day. Seeing as there is no good enough reason, good day."
Varis hung up, leaving Mr Gual with a dead line.

The line went dead...

"That ignorant, sniveling, stupid son of a..."

second later the line was ringing again, and it was picked up by the same man.

"Listen here, we want our pilot back and we want him back now. you have 24 hours to comply."

Then it was Gaul who had the pleasure of hanging up first.

The phone rang again.
"You see Mr Gual, your people can't be very intelligent can they? The pilot allowed himself to be hit by SAM sites, and now you lack the cranial capacity to note that I am in fact, a woman. We would be more than glad to give you back the pilot, he's in pretty bad shape, dead in fact." She hung up.
"Wow, this is going to run up huge phone bills."
The pilot wasn't dead, far from it, but it couldn't hurt for them to believe.

"A woman" he thought to himself. "Manliest voice I ever heard on a broad... Ok people you heard it yourself. They shot down one of our Planes and killed the pilot. You know what to do"

several hours later troops began to mobalize all over Blacktower.....

General Lodd smiled to herself. This was a tiny nation, a quarter of Sanctaphrax's size. What could they possibly do to harm Sanctaphrax. She wouldn't even need to call in Sanctaphrax's allies.
*Meanwhile*
The Illyana Vassilea carriers arrived at their destination and threw out the anchors, steadying themselves in position. This would be the most effective way of blocking them. If they bombed the ships, they would sink, and block the channel for ever, and this way, the carriers could do huge damage. One by one the Baz-2000 planes were launched. The ships were parked widthways along the channel, so the guns were aiming at anything coming from sea.

"Well it looks like were going to have to jump the invasion up a few weeks. Gentelmen, prepare Forces that were schedualed to make the first wave. Tell them to begin loading and preparations. We depart in the morning."

The next day the entire First wave departed for Sanctaphrax.....



--Naval Force--
RS Task Force 1 Status
RS Task Force 2 Status
1st Invasion Fleet
2nd Invasion Fleet
1st Nuclear Strike Fleet

--Air Force--
1st Fighter Regiment
2nd Fighter Regiment
3rd Fighter Regiment
1st Bomber Regiment
2nd Bomber Regiment
3rd Bomber Regiment
1st Transport/Refuel Regiment
2nd Transport/Refuel Regiment
3rd Transport/Refuel Regiment
4th Transport/Refuel Regiment
5th Transport/Refuel Regiment
1st Rotorcraft Regiment

--Ground Force--
1st Infantry Division
2nd Infantry Division
3rd Infantry Division
1st Mechanized Infantry Division
2nd Mechanized Infantry Division
1st Infantry Airborne Division
2nd Infantry Airborne Division
3rd Infantry Airborne Division
4th Infantry Airborne Division
5th Infantry Airborne Division
1st Marine Division
2nd Marine Division
1st Armor Division
2nd Armor Division
3rd Armor Division

OOC: How many troops is that? If its as many as it looks, then it'll be a serious logistical headache.

IC:
"SIR!" General Varis Lodd snapped to attention.

"At ease Varis, at ease." Cowlquape Pentephraxis was sat in his office, reclining and filling out forms. "Make your report, be it good or ill."

"It is ill sir, very much so. Our spies suggest that an armada has left the base this morning, and is currently heading to here. It will take it many days, if not weeks to arrive, but it will be very dangerous when it does."

"Thank you Varis, dismiss"

"Thank you sir"