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"Any ship can be a minesweeper. Once." Tom Clancey, Submarine, A Guided Tour Inside a Nuclear Warship; p.232

[11.26.04 1435hrs Deep Sea Inbetween South America and Africa]

A large ship flies under the surface in the deep Southern Atlantic Ocean. It is a Diplomat-class battle platform submarine. It launches four Terroist-class SSAs into multiple directions. The two-crew attack submarines run around the area in search for any shippery in the area. The Diplomat releases from its side tubes mines, but not any normal mines. Experimental North Point nuclear-charged mines that each have a three ton nuclear charge.
The mines drop for a few secounds, but then rise to 200ft below the surface. They are not set to activate until 6hrs later. By that time the Portshire carrier division should cross the path that they had been tracking for the past few days. The division had a single cago ship that had a very powerful reactor prototype onboard for a new submarine that could risk the Pysic Security of Tango Line. Although the Diplomat and two of the five escorting Raptior-class SSDs were federal property, the Pysier got it through a leasing agreement.
After seventy eight of the experimental mines were released, covering a 400nm radius, the division left with the Terroist SSAs returnning to thier homes inside the Diplomat and the five escorts seperating to make sure no submarines or surface vessels were watching thier movements.

[4 hours later]

The 2nd Portshire Pysic Carrier-Bourn Division ran through the water like the day was the last on Earth. The standerd fleet speed of 19kts was broken and was at an average of 24kts. The TMS Sapphire, a Rosery-class, leaded the group in the midsection of the diamond-shaped group. To each side of the Sapphire was a Tidalwave-class DDR. The 2nd PS Carrier-Bourn only had a single Portshire-class SSN and it acted as a scout for enemy submarines in thier rear flank.
The formation was spread out over a 120nm radius, and were on a head-on collision with the unseen minefield. No one had any idea of the submarines that were in the area becouse the new experimental mine was designned to be dropped close to the ocean floor, rise, and wait for any surface or submerged ship.
"Sir, I'm picking up a kicker." One of the Radar-Commandive Operators said to the Capiton. "Designation?" The Capiton asked. "It is a MiG-29M Fulcrum sir. Comming in hot and low." The Capiton looked out of the windows of the ATC Tower. A single MiG running low and fast. Anti-Shipping! He thought. "Alert the division. Order two frontal Skylines to activate surface systems. I want that thing out of the sky before it can launch its ASMs. Get a Fighting Cockatiel out there now!" He ordered the whole bridge.
"All Truitti Units, prepair for battle." Yelled a voice over the F.W.T.L.. Within a few minutes all aircraft in the air were already going towards the incomming bogey and all twelve TyH-58D Fighting Cockatiels were being preped for combat. "Sir, we have seven more MiG-29Ms on radar, comming just about a hundred nautical miles behind the lead at the same heat and attitude." The same radar operator said looking at the screen which now had eight green dots comming straight at the large green blurr in the middle of the screen. "I want all units to fall back behind the Skylines. Have we established communication with the incomming bogeys?" The Capiton asked looking around the panic filled tower. "No sir. They have resived our transmission, but have failled to respond." The Capiton looked out of the window. The first TyH-58D was about to be launched. It did not look to be armed, but inside its wings and body were twelve TALM-50 Vallassa SORAAMs that could fire at anything that moved and had a range equal to that of the AIM-54 Phoenix. It launched with a large amount of white gas flying up from the deck, and before the hydrolic lever was even fully pulled back the next Fighting Cockatiel was already being pulled slowly into launch possition.
"Sir, the first MiG-29M has slowed and is allowing the other seven to gain up, they seem to be formming a flying V formation." An other operator said looking at his radar screen. A large V was seen in green right infront of the large blurr. "Do not fire unless you see them drop anything. Once even a piece of thier wing drops down fire with all your might." The Capiton said over the F.W.T.L..

[ TyH-58D Fighting Cockatiel Squadren Angel's Arrows ]

The lead TyH-58D Fighting Cockatiel was infront of the other eleven, and was easily seen by being somewhat darker somehow over the already dark gray squadren. He looked over his right shoulder to barely get a glance at his right wing. "Hey Twitch, we got the bogeys heading our way, due hot and low." His Weapon's Officer said. "Gottcha Spazz." Twitch said back.
The two-exhust FIghting Cockatiels slowed from their launch speed in unison and thier wings flew back. As the forward-sweeping wings hit an 85 degree angle, they broke into a slow near-stalling speed turn that made them look like they were all turnning on an axis. One of the many technics all Truitti pilots in all branches could do that took skill and great physical endurance. "Alright, breaking barrier." Twitch said as he pushed the thrust stick all the way forward. The large "Fighting Fury" DH-554-1RAM Ramjet Engine burst into a near-silent roar as it accelerated and blasted out a massive amount of heat just as the coolant systems activated. The twelve Fighting Cockatiels just started to accelerate as the lower-flying MiGs flew right pasted them. The acceleration of the ramjets were so fast that most would pass out, but no one did.
They all in unison wihtout even being ordered by anyone turnned on their Air Combat Satellite System just as they got on the rear flanks of the eight MiGs. The Wepaon's Officers admediatly hearing the beeping of the hookup's connection openned thier wing doors. Three for each wing. A small FUMP and ROMM was hear over the engine as the TALM-50A's locked into thier possition to be dropped and launched. "Locked." Said everyone, not even a secound inbetween each confirmation. Each had locked onto a different MiG and the remainning TyH-58s had their weapons ready incase a few broke from the formation and some how warded off the missle.
"Sir, they have entered anti-shipping range. Eight hundred nautical miles and closing, the closer they get the harder it will be to shoot them down and their missles." Twitch said flipping the COMLINE from SQUAD to HOME. "Do not fire unless they drop a missle or bomb." A voice said over the COMLINE. Twitch curced and flipped his COMLINE back to SQUAD. "Alright, all non-locking birds prepair to fire anything that drops from thier wings." He said flipping his Lock Pending Aircraft switch to Lock Pending Munition. Within two secounds the TALM-50A had changed its locking mechanism from AirCraft Search (ACS) to Small Aireal Search (SAS). "They're turnning drastically." Someone said over the COMLINE. "Prepair to fire." Twitch ordered. He had seen this before. They would all break to their sides away from the fleet just as they dropped thier armament trying to make the trailling craft think they are retreating.
Out of nowhere a large blast of light was seen right infront of them where the division was. "Fire, fire, fire." Twitch yelled switching his missle's locking mechanism to ACS. "What the Hell?" Yelled an other. "They must have firred the missles before we even gainned visual. Maybe air-dropped torpedoes. What ever they were, they probably hit a tanker or something." Twitch said just as his Weapon's Officer, Spazz, gave him the yell that the TALM-50A had locked onto the closest MiG which was now breaking away from an other missle. "Engage all bandits, leave none in the sky!" Twitch yelled trying to keep the lock with the MiG, which he noticed to be colored darker than the rest, the leader.
"Five down, one hit and barely floating. Someone gun down that last MiG and engage the two others!" Yelled someone else over the line. Just out of nowhere, an other great explosion, but this one more to the right. An other was then seen, tot he front, and it was like someone was just hitting them with a barrage of these missles, or torpedoes, or what ever.
"Hey Twitch, quick right, he's right behind us!" Yelled Spazz as Twitch instictivly turnned his combat stick to the right. The stick was so fragile that he had to flick his right wrist just a few centemeters and they were already pulling a 9G turn, nearly impossable to be awake in. "Twitch, you got a lock!" Yelled someone over the line as the IR WARNING light lit up out of nowhere all over the cockpit. He admediatly pulled into a left turn as Spazz pulled the RELEASE FLARES lever and pushed and held the Exhust Freeze button. The aircraft made a loud strutting sound, the sound of the engine putting more power into cooling the exhust than pushing it out. The result was the missle heading for one of the five flares and then a quick acceleration. He pushed, into an acceleration, a large forward-swept wing turn that would put him right behind the incomming leader MiG. "We got a MiG down!" Yelled someone about fifty nautical miles away. As Twitch saw the flames he knew he had to bag this one.
He got right up on the tail of the MiG as three mroe light blasts and water flying happened and that was when someone finally asked what Twitch was about to. "Are there any more bandits comming?" No one knew. It just so happened to be that the path of the leader MiG was right towards the division. Twitch almost lost control of the aircraft as an boom went off and he saw that the whole front portion of the division was in flames, sinking, or gone.

[ 2nd Portshire Pysic Carrier-Bourn Division - TPS Stock ]
One of the three crew members on the Blue Wave-class Deep Sea Gunboat Stock finally gainned control of the ship and its chaos onboard. The whole ocean was rough like a class five hurricane was having a rampage over the very division that they were following. An other explsion, and through the clouds, one of the two remainning enemy aircraft fell from the sky and three friendly fighters were already engaging the last one. However, from the sight of the near-sea tall ship was a sight of sinking ships, blown to two or three peices, or totally thrown into bits.
As the division started to push full reverse away from the assualt, a heavy-hulled ship, probably a Cruiser-type, blew. It did not blow like the other smaller patrol and defencive ships did, but had its whole side blow and started to sink right away, leanning to its right with the waves from the blast grabbing the crew onboard and pulling them into the sea that was now hot for some odd reason. It was so hot, that steam started to rise. That was no normal missle that had hit the ships. But, it could not be a missle. The aircraft were nto seen dropping any, and if it was a new stand-off range torpedo, than it would have been picked up by the active sonar onboard the two front Skylines that have long since been blown to the bottom. They had to be mines and the MiGs were probably comming to destroy what was left over and came too quickly.
"Quickly, full reverse!" Yelled the Capiton of the ship just as he noticed a large Rosemary-class Breakthrough Frigate comming in thier direction in reverse.

[ Angel's Arrows ]

Twitch pulled right behind the MiG for the secound time in the dogfight. After three other attempts from the others, he desided that this guy was to be delt with, leader on leader. He tried to make an action to retreat, but as everyone else let him, Twitch would not. If he hit the division, he should be hit back. "You got a lock! Ramp Two!" Yelled Spazz as he switched the Firring Tool to Ramp Two, the locked missle.
"Too close, switching to guns." Twitch said noticing that they were 230ft away, gun range. He switched his Combat Stick Knob from WING to GUN and at that moment his headset;s image changed from altitude, speed, and missle status to radar, gun arch, and gun status. He barely tapped the rudder to the left just as he let loose a large barrage of metal rainfall onto the bogey. Seeing how he got his name once agian, Twitch did not hold down the gun, but firred it like it was a semi-automatic. He Started to tab the rudder and alieron switches side to side and up and down to cover the whole enemy in the metal, wind would not stop the rounds in the different burst-like directions the munitions were going now.
The bogey was hit hundreds of times before losing control and falling into a death spin straight into the ocean. Instinctivly as with every Truitti pilot, Twitch pushed the Combat Stick torward just as the nose went down. He was now going into a dive bomb right behind the MiG that now had a large engine fire in both exhusts. He firred, this time holding own the trigger, ballistically at the downning aircraft to make it woudl explode, hit the pilot, or anything else that was intact. Twitch, being the skilled Cockatiel pilot, pulled the emergancy airbrake, switched the engine takes to Intake Fill, and pushed the thrust fully forward. He pulled the Combat Stick Back and the Rapid-Reaction Flap Mechanism to 40 degrees. The result was an instant decelleration from 134 knots to 98 knots, below the aircraft's stalling speed, and quickly have the nose fly up and exhust push to keep it going but the airbrake keeping it from moving as fast as it could. The F-14-sized fighter barely missed hitting the water, only 5ft away form the rough ocean's wakes.
"Bursting the bubble." Spazz said in an understood code meanning he would even out aircraft for normal flight. "Damn, if only we would have firred before." Spazz said as they started to gain altitude to get back into formation. "Good shot and manuver Twitch. Do that agian with the tower watching and you'll lose your wings." Twitch's wingman said as he pulled up to Twitch's left wing. "How does the air look?" Twitch asked gainning sense of what had just happpened. "Ohh, the air's nice and clean. We could eat on it. But the sea is an other matter. Look at our proud hunks of floating metal." Twitch looked down at the division as they came up to it. It seemed the explosions and hits went on to just two ships infront of their carrier. If the carrier got hit, they might not have been able to make it back since all other large-helicopter supporting craft were also hit.
"Well, it looks like we don't have to do a virtical landing, huh?" Said an other. An other great thing about the Fighting Cockatiel, it could act like a helicopter. "Lucky us." Spazz said sarcastically looking at the damage. Everything hit was hit hard. "Those weren't missles. Not even a nuc-" Twitch started but then caught hismelf. Everyone knew at that moment that something nuclear had hit the division, more than likely acustic mines.

[UPDATE, 12.07.04]
Put In Map Of My Nation and Its Pysiers and thier Capitals (Note: If there is no "City" at the end of the name, just call it like the pysier)
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/Truitt/101-Border-CityMAPmod.jpg

*tag for future posting*

Four Witzgallian T-4 Raptior submarines, running at a strict 8 knots and keeping in a tight formation 500ft below the surface, scout the Truitt sea. They begin their circle of Truitt.

"Sir, active sonar reading." says a officer aboard the Poseidon.
"What is it exactly, Mullen?" asks the commander of the Poseidon.
"Well, it appears to be a Diplomat class and...I'd say five Raptiors."

The commander rubs his chin as he monitors the sonar screen and the computer readings.

"Should we establish a communication link?" asks the officer.
"No. Run stealth, follow them. I'd like to know what they are doing right now...kind of strange for a Diplomat to be out like this..." replies the commander.
"Yes sir."

The officer contacts the other Raptiors it is with, and tells them to begin a "stalking" operation on the Diplomat and it's five "escorts".

Twenty Minutes Later...

"Update me on the status of the Diplomat, Mullen." says the commander.
"Still nothing noteworthy."

Just then, a large explosion occurs. An accompanying Raptior, the Independence, is hit by a large seamine. The mine rips a hole in the Raptior, and sends it to the ocean floor slowly as water rushes in through the large hole. Another mine collides with the Independence as it sinks, ripping another hole in the bottom. Now the Raptior is destined for death along the sand.

"What the hell?!" exclaims the commander of the Poseidon.

A large explosion sends the Poseidon into a collision course with the submarine on its right side, shredding part of the Poseidon's armor and allowing it to take on a small quantity of water. The water leak is fixed quickly.

"Shit...we have hit a minefield! Turn back now!" says the commander over the communications link with the other remaining Raptior.
"Hostiles from an ally nation?! Why are we being engaged?" questions a different commander of another Raptior.
"No clue. Reverse course! That is an order!" replies the commander.

The three Raptiors begin to reverse course, but two more mines explode around the Poseidon. It begins to sink, destined to meet its comradent vessel. The crew begins to hastily repair the hole in the submarine, but the Raptior begins to sink anyway. The other two submarines escape quickly, even though one of them is also taking on water in large amounts.

"Sir, three explosions from the miens before they have activated, something under the water has bumped them!" Explaimed a sonar operator on the TSV Deselator, the Diplomat. "Order all escorts to go around the field and engage the trackers, no one must know about this! Deploy all Terroists also!" Yelled the Bridge Capiton.

"We have orders, go around the mine field and engage the scout subs." Said a DHFL Operator. "Pull thrust towards the two remainning submarines, we can out run them more than likely." Said the Bridge Capiton of the TSV Constance, a Raptior-class.

"Yippie Kiyehh, I'm going in!" Yelled one of the two Terroist-Type 42256-TL crew members as he pushed his diesel-electric engine into full 32 knot thrust and heading right through the minefield, where a small path was purposly made.

The commander of the Sea Breeze, another Raptior, begins to command the leaking submarine to go full speed.

"We're being tailed, raise speed to max!" shouts Commander Laude, the official leader of the Sea Breeze and the Raptior Scout team.
"Shit! Raising speed to max." replies the commander of the Overlord, the leaking Raptior.

Thirty Minutes Later, chase is in Truittian Sea

"We have Terroist classes chasing us, full speed reverse." says Commander Laude. "Attention Overlord, your trailing at 30 knots. Raise to max, this is a command!"
"We are at max power, the water must be keeping us down!"
"Shit!"

The Sea Breeze begins to slow down to 32 knots, trying to keep close to the Overlord in an attempt to monitor the trailing submarines. The commander of the Overlord orders the Sea Breeze to speed up and escape.

"Sea Breeze, this is an order in compliance with Code Eighteen of Naval Warfare. You are ordered to leave my vessel to be engaged, in order to save the lives of your crew and the vessel you command. Also, in accordance with Code Six, you must leave in order to minimize prisoner takage, if they decide to take us. Speed to max, this is an order. Sea Breeze, comply now." says the commander of the Overlord.

"So be it." replies the commander of the Sea Breeze, as his men raise the speed to the full 42 knots.

Truittian Sea
5 Phoenixius Harius-R/V submarines hear the trouble in the water from the explosions. They continue forward, heading towards the epicentre of the explosions planning on giving an aide if they could. Sending out a message, they asked if there was anyone out there that required aid.

"Captain, what do we do if there's no reply?"

"We continue and hope to see if there are any survivors to rescue."

"Hey Jake, we have the slow submarine in Yk50 range, start loading the two tubes." Said the Powerplant and Navigation Officer onboard the Terroist-Type 42256-TL.

"Flooding." Said the Drive and Weapons Officer afetr he closed both their doors and sealed them.

"Fire at selected barrings, the powerplant's exhust!" Yelled the Powerplant and Navigation Officer as two Raptior's said they could not engage the now out-of-range escaping submarine. "Firring tubes one and two!" Yelled the DWO as he pulled the switch out from the control panel.

The whole boat shook and then continued on cource, the Terroist continuing to guide the two torpedoes with wires.


[TSV Deselator ]

"Sir, we have incomming submarines to our south, they sent a message on the Regional Transmitter Frequency requesting if they are needed to help, likely story to get close." Said the Vice Bridge Capiton onboard the Deselator. "Revert engaging Raptiors to the newer incomming subs. Engage and fire in unison!" Replied the Bridge Capiton. "I'm not even going to get a scratch on this!" He yelled thinking of the lost submarine that could ruin thier whole plan.

[OOC; Alright guys, I'm out. Don't do too much action while I'm gone, I still want to defend myself and board that one Witz sub!]

The two torpedoes hit directly into the Overlord engine, disabling it from moving anywhere. It begins to sink slowly.

"Raise, immediatly." says the commander.

The Raptior surfaces slowly, and is frozen in the middle of the sea. The torpedoes also disabled its communication link and ability to send out a distress signal. The submarine was just a big rock of nothingless, just waiting for destruction or the capture of its crew.

The escaping submarine, the Sea Breeze, sped at 42 knots. It spotted a Phoenixius naval group, and established a communication linkup.

"This is the Witzgallian Raptior, Sea Breeze. We, along with our group of 3 other Raptiors, were engaged by a Truitti submarine group after colliding with a mine field of nuclear proportions. I repeat, the nation of Truitt is a traitor to the Commonwealth. They engaged us, a nonhostile patrol group, and two of our vessels have been sunk. Another one has yet to reply to our communication officer. We expect the worst, yet hope for the best." the Sea Breeze wired to the Phoenixius group.

"INCOMING! Torpedo, torpedo, torpedo!"

"Launch counter measures! Blow ballast when their almost upon us. Dive!"

The torpedos streak towards the Phoenixius submarines, some distracted by the countermeasures and explode harmlessly. The remaining few head straight for the Harius-R/V's who were blowing their ballast. One submarine wasn't quick enough, and was destroyed. The other 4 got minor damage from the shockwaves produced.

"Where the HELL, did they come from? Give me answers, and I wanted them 5 minutes ago!"

"Captain, it appears that there are several submarines to our north. Shall we engage?"

"Yes God damn it, engage!"

2 MTM-06 super-cavitating torpedoes were fired by each submarine, the 8 torpedos aimed at the Truittian submarines in the distance.

"Incoming message sir."

"This is the Witzgallian Raptior, Sea Breeze. We, along with our group of 3 other Raptiors, were engaged by a Truitti submarine group after colliding with a mine field of nuclear proportions. I repeat, the nation of Truitt is a traitor to the Commonwealth. They engaged us, a nonhostile patrol group, and two of our vessels have been sunk. Another one has yet to reply to our communication officer. We expect the worst, yet hope for the best."

"Ah. Send a mesage back to High Command, and tell them of this news - they may be able to get better news than us. Meanwhile, tell them we have engage the Truittian submarines."


To: Witzgall submarine

We understand your last message. We too were attacked by the submarines and have lost one already. We are engaging them now.

The commander watched as his submarine sped past the Phoenixius group at full speed. The Overlord had yet to respond to any commands and communications sent to them.

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The Overlord had surfaced and was sitting in the middle of the ocean with a dead propulsion drive. They could not escape, and capture or death was inevitable for the crew and commander.

"Sir, the unidentified submarines are firring back, one is hit and sinking. Continue bombardment suggested!" Said a sonar operator on board the TSV Constance, the frontal Raptior-class submarine assualter. "Get all the Terroists over here for countermeasures and began to fire all tubes, two torpedoes to each target! Load and fire any countermeasures we have in the rear tubes!" Commanded the Bridge Capiton just as information came in that thier fin-mate ship was just hit directly by a torpedo and was taking on water.

"Keep the torpedoes on the line, we don't want countermeasures breaking our aim." Commanded the Bridge Capiton onboard the TSV Fearless just as they launched thier first two tubes worth of Yk50 Mod2 Capitalist torpedoes.

"Alright Herald, fire tubes one and two!" yelled the Navigation and Powerplant Officer onboard one of the now three Terroist-class SSAs within firring range.

Just then as the torpedo launched and out of the blast range, a direct hit from an enemy torpedo hit the Terroist. The low-armor small bus-sized submarine did not stand a chance and bursted into bits, both men died instantly.


[ On Board the TSV Deselator ]

"Ready anti-shippig torpedoes, hit what ever is in the water!" Yelled the Bridge Capiton of the Diplomat. The TALM-1 Anti-Shipping Torpedoes had ranges well over that of any torpedo, but had a very small warhead and was wire guided. "Arm the portside tubes with them, fire all fifteen at flooding!" He commanded agian.

"His eyes, they are blue, like ice. Like ice." -Richter, Tom Clancey's Rainbow Six; p.79

[OOC: The idea of this operation is from my last civil war I had when a LOST team infiltrated the rebel's leader's house. I guess I kind of made this more to this conflict then huh'? Also, try to guess where I got the idea for the infiltration from. The first one to get it right gets a cookie.]

OPERATION: Beating Around The Bush

[ Fifty Miles South South East of Portshire City ]

The small navy base of Hamper which housed the 1st Portshire T-Boat Security Fleet was located just fifty miles away from Portshire City, the capital of the pysier Portshire. It was kind of ironic how every Pysier except Tango Line and Sistway had thier capital's named after thier names.
Peter "One" Miles was head of the LOST (Lasting Operations Special Taticmen) Squadron "Ripple," the highest ranked in Tango Line. His mission was simple: Get his team in, kill anyone who sees them, and blow the submarines. It was possable, expecially with the best of Truitti technology and the intense and long trainning of the LOST Program, of which he actually almost died three times through the whole thing. He was lucky though, most that entered died and the few that lived came so close to death that they left the program after they succeeded thier passing mission.
"Alright everyone, we'll reach the airport in an hour." One said looking at his twelve squadron members. They were broken into two sub-squadrons. One was the leader of both, but was the head of Angel, while Two was the head of Demon. They all were named after thier ranks in the overall ranking system in thier pysier. And One was actually Three in the national rankings.

The HURST-C-334 Civilian Private Transport Helicopter slowed down and lowered altitude to eight hundred feet, the operations altitude of the civilian airport. "Cartersville Regional Airport, Tango October Bravo Two Two November is five miles south west, requesting full stop landing on Helopad One." Said the pilot of the chopper. "TCB22N, you are cleared for landing on Helopad One, continue straight path, there is no projected traffic." Said the Air Traffic Controller (ATC) of the airport. The pilot turnned to One and nodded as he said "Roger."

They came up on the small two-runway airport that had little lights fairly slow. Everyone was ducked to make it look like there was only a pilot and co-pilot/navigator. Thier heads could not go above where the window started, so most were using the best of their flexability to put thier heads inbetween thier legs far enough to where they could put their own very legs over thier heads. "Alright, once we land we will stay here for five minutes after those two leave then break. Our clothing and this little light should cover us from the tower's scanning." Said Five as he pulled a Yk43 Specialist Modifided Demolitions Rifle out of his pack under his seat. Most where already getting out thier own main weapons and some even checked thier two back ups.
"Alright, lets get this straight," One began reviewing everyone for the last time each one's mission, "We will go in from the front gate, litterally. We will run in, shoot anyone we see first armed or not, and continue to move, no one stop to polish your rounds, just shoot. Team A will go straight to the main command tower where we will plant a single C4 charge on the top to destroy all their systems. Then we will break for the submariner's quarters and throw how ever many grenades we need into there, a sure slaughter if they are not awake. Team B will work to the actual submarine pin deep below the whole base. Once they clear the area, Eight, Nine, and Ten will plant thier nuclear charges on each submarine. They should be loaded with thier missles and torpedoes, so try to plant them near the missle launching hatches. If a team gets too much trouble, just remember, Team B's job is far more important so if it looks like one needs support, we all move to the sub pin. Understood?" Everyone nodded as the helicopter hit the ground with a bit of a thump. "Sorry 'bout that guys." The pilot said as he turnned off the avionics and master switch, cutting the light.

After eight minutes, they were ready. Each with a small backpack, heavy Tight Sheets W3 moldable armor, and thier own supply of various grenades, guns, charges, and more to thier various roles in the mission. They had three Demolitions Experts (Eight, Nine, and Ten), two Marksmen (Elevan and Twelve), four Heavy Supports (Two, Three, Four, and Five), and a single Rifleman (One), they were ready. Although they all had the Federal Specialist License, they each choose a role that would fit what they had to do as an individual.
They all bursted out of the "suicide" doors of the helicopter in unison, and it was a wonder hoh they all got out so fast in such a tight space and being so bulky. They bolted for an unknown place into the woods around the ungated airport. Even if a search light or someone yelled at them, they would continue, maybe shoot at them to shut them up.
In silence they ran through the woods with quick silence. Hitting a brush's leaf was no problem becouse they had ether an other behind them hit it so slickly with thier free hand to slowly bring it back in a line, or would move quick enough so they would ether go with the leaf or never hit it at all. Although there was the occasional crack of a leave, but it was human. Somehow, they were genetically changed or something becouse they were like ghosts, invisable, swift, silent, and it seemed through thier looks, immortal.

After nearly a full hour's sprint that no human could perform, they slowed to a steady walk as One pulled up his Yk1, a modified version of the T.S.O.R., or Truitti Special Operations Rifle, and switched on the Infrered Sights switch on his scope. They slowed to a complete stop and crouched, which was nearly impossable to do in the thick brush and that they were already low to the ground running. He saw two figures in the single tower. It had to be 2:21 AM. There was a secret window in the guard system at 2:21 to 2:45 AM. There were only two guards at each tower in the whole base, and since only a few Generalis, including one who was on the side of Tango Line, knew that this was a submarine pin, they had little security to ward off suspicion. They had a few aircraft come in form the one-runway airport to the north of the base to make it look like an airforce base with a lot of buildings.
With Elevan and Twelve constantly scanning the area, the others got in place. Elevan was fixed on the tower, becouse any time now the Post Check would come, or when the main command tower called every guardsman on the base to check for anything wrong. "I got hand movement, wait, its just a cup, probably coffee." Said Elevan as he noticed that the object the guardsman picked up was creating its own heat. "Well, the check should come in at any moment." Said Twelve turnning his magnification switch to its maximum of x24 and homming in on the main command tower's window. "Wait a secound, they are talking at the control panel, they have to be doing thier rounds." One looked up and said blankly "If we get no call in after zero two minutes, we will engage."

Everyone waited in silence and no one made even a small shiver, even in the cold December night. "Sir, we have movement, he has picked up a box, something like a transiver, and is moving his mouth, talking, into it." Elevan said not even moving away form the scope. "Alright, that's our cue. Fire once he puts it down." One said. "Hold it, something's up with my scope." Twelve said switching the knobs and buttons around on the gun and scope. "I take it there are cold spots?" Asked Six sarcastically. "Yeah, same here." Said Elevan. "It's starting to snow. First snow of the season." Nine said cocking an eye in the moonless night that no one saw. "Please tell me it is not bad enough that you can't take the shot." One said turnning around and looking at Elevan. "Twelve, you got the one on the right?" Asked Elevan. "Got 'em. Fire when One says so." Twelve said. Thier silenced sniper rifles were one of a kind, much like all the other guns everyone had. The problem was they had no designation so they just called them pointers. "Well, you guys got your pointers silenced?" Asked Two, still not taking hsi eeys away from his x8 scope on the gate. "'Cource." They replied. "Fire." Said One in a monotone.
A small supressed PHOOT that you could barely hear ten feet away went off with their guns flying back just a few centemeters. They expected the recoil and its exact kick so they were ready to hold down the barrel.
"Alright, lets go." Said One as they moved towards the gate, which had a rip in it. A satellite picture from a Tango Line-funded AUSTIN-3 showed the rip a few days ago, and as hoped, it was still there. "Both confirmed down, none fell out of the tower." Said Twelve as he began to run with the group.

Petty Officer George Sasso was with his friend, Privo Ivan Garst. The both of them were saying verses in a story that lumed over the Raptior-division LOST Squadron's missions.
"They came like ghosts. The lights all around shut down, but not by the generator or powerline, but like thier sheer presence killed even light itself." Said Garst. "They moved in silently and unseen. They got up to the alarmed gaurds so quickly that they did not know what happened until the three firred thier silenced pistols into the heads of thier bewilderd enemies." Sasso contintued. "They quickly moved, even with the many guards firring blankly into the moonless night like tonight. Although every round came so close to hitting a Ghost, they never even touched a piece of thier clothing which is still said to be street clothes." Garst continued on, pulling some feeling into the whole motion of never being hit by the thousands of bullets.
Sasso jumped out of the dead silence and said with fury and an evilish smile "They ran into the armory where five guardsmen were standing with mounted machine guns. They firred at least a hundred rounds. Half of them hit their targets. But the Ghosts never fell or acted like they felt the rounds fly into thier blood-spitting wounds. The five fell, each with one hole in his head." Everyone was intranced. It sounded impossable, but the story was real and actually happened word for word. It was back when Truitt was split yet agian, into nine independant nations. That one infiltration of a military base made three of those nations fall back into Truitti orbit. No single Ghost died that night ether, but all were shot at least five teams each. The two continued to tell the story with seven of the gaurdsmen paying close attention and a single one spitting his smokless tobbaco into the fire in a barrel they had burnning.
Just then a rock-like thinjg flew over them and landed perfectly into the flame, killing it with its odd contents that smuthered it. "Guy, what did I tell you about thorwing your water bombs at us, this is work! Damnit your an-" Sasso began just as five lights lit up from thier direction of sight. Small PHOOTs were heard as the lights appeared and unheard figures ran through the now-dead group even as they still stood, not even given enoguh time to fall.

The Operatives moved quickly until there was a small-roof long building and a building next to it that was more like a tower. They broke into two groups of six and both teams tried thier doors. Both were unlocked. The six with the larger guns ran into the slim building while the oens with the smaller guns ran into the tower building.

[Team A]

One, heading the six-man team, ran through the hallway while constantly stopping at each door and scanning for anyone. Being late night, there was no one. He started to go up the metal stairs when a small head was seen at the top. They took no caution and three firred a single round each into the head. When they reached the landing and checked the hallways for anyone else, the body of the man, seen as a desk worker now, was still agenst the wall slowly moving down with blood all over in dots on the surroundings. One made a motion with his free hand to take the left hallway.
They ran in and saw nothing, and began to go up the spiral staircase that went up for some time. Probably straight up into the command room. One and Seven kept a close eye on the upper staircase to make sure no one was comming down, with Three checking the bottom section while running.

[Team B]

Two heading the group ran silently through the large open room filled with tables, the mess hall. It was a disgise however. They reached the end of the large room and openned the door to the far right corner. It was unlcoked like everything else. This is too easy Two began to think as he looked beyond the door and saw two armed patrolmen walking into the building. Before they turnned to see who was behind them, Two and Eight used thier sub-machine guns in single-shot ROF to bring each one down, with both bullets hitting thier heads. Thier marksmenship was far better than that of any other riflemen in the world, and if they were not, it was pretty close.
They continued into the hallway and after about two minutes of slow walking, checking their backs and sides as some doors were open, they finally reached the last door to the left. It was locked. Two made a motion of Nine to set up a small C4 charge. They could not blow the charge until Team A called in saying they had destroyed the command tower, which ment they destroyed the alarms.


[Team A]

One was the first to break through the command room's doors. Elevan, being somewhat useless with a pistol and no heavy gun, used X Ray goggles to see through the wooden door. Five armed men and two deskworkers at the panels. He made motions saying to the team members Four are armed, only one has it out. One with it out has a rifle, others are pistols in jackets or hoilsters. They acknowledged to make sure everyone understood, and then they openned and flung the door with a quick run in. Moving and nearly impossable to take aim, One and Three were the first to get the men in their sights. Before Elevan with his pistol and Ten could take thier shots, all but the deskworker was down, and then Elevan took him out with a shot of his Striking Hawk handgun. Blood was splattered on the closed-in quarters of the room. "Quickly, plant the charges and lets go, I bet you Two and them are already planted and ready to get in." One said trying to motivate Ten to hurry. But it was no easy job.
They were planting C4 explosives all along the walls, control panel, and even a bit of the floor and outside hallway. It was to prevent anyone from knowing what happened and getting anyone else in the tower to want to get out. "All but floor and hallway planted." Ten said as he pulled out an other block and started to mold it into place then placing a charge line through it in a shape of a triangle with two sticks for wings and a dot in the middle, the symbol for the LOST Project. "Alright, stop trying to be all fancy about it." Three said taking out a camera that he had snuck into his suit and took a picture of the whole room. One gave him a dirty look and said "We've done this before, why take pictures?" They both shrugged as a fifth block was taken out for the hallway and doorway's lineing. Ten planted them and they started to run down the stairs. "Blow it once we hit the first landing." One said as they began to just run and jump down the stairs.
Just as Ten's foot hit the first landing, he pressed the button on the side trigger of his rifle. The inclosed trigger did not blow becouse after hitting it you had to agian in five secounds or less. He waited a secound then pressed it agian. The whole tower shook and peices started to fall down behind them as they went into the main hallway to the exit.

[Team B]

"That was them!" Yelled Two as they all ran away from the doorway. They had already X Ray-Sighted the door and saw no one. Eight pressed the button on his gun two times and the small block blew around the brim of the door. The bits reamaining of the door was surprisingly in a general shape of a door and fell into the room. They ran over the door and began to looked around. Right infront of Two was a man, in urban clothing. His could not have been more than twenty years old, and with the requirements for submariners in Truitt, it was probably true.
His scared eyes, shocked, but ready to pounce. Blue. Ice blue. They made Two shiver inside. For what seemed like hours only lasted less than a secound, Two froze. Six was quick and firred at the man, right inbetween his icy eyes.
"Alright you two, get to work!" Yelled Two as the others began to break to secure the area. He himself did all sorts of scans form X Ray to Infrered, no one was in the whole building or in the submarines for that matter, although it was kind of hard to see due to water and all the systems still online even with no crew.
"Charge N-1 is set on a Raptior-class." Said Eight as he jumped off of the landing of the VLS section of the Raptior-class submarine that was surfaced. "Charge N-2 set on a Raptior-class" Said Nine was he planted his charge and began on the submarine next to it. There were eight there, most of them were probably in the under-water section where they would need thier SCUBA gear they all had in their packs. When the eight charges were set, ti was a miracle that it all happened within 15 minutes and no one was in the building still. A motion detector was placed at the entrance of the entrance of the kitchen when they first came in, and it had not gone off and there were no readings with the others and thier own scannings.
"Demos and Escort, prepair for diving." Said Two as he looked at Six, Eight, and Nine. They waved, and with thier SCUBA gear on, they jumped into the water. It was Two, Four, and Twelve left to watch for anyone.


[Team A]

They ran silently down, and surprisingly, there was no one in the tower as they got down to the final stretch of hallway. They exited and right infront of the door as was before was a small sandbag wall about three feet high for some reason. No one said anything or though abotu it as they saw people running around around the gate area with their Inrefred scopes.
"Take possitions and fire at will!" Yelled One as he played the single role as close-range support looking around for anyone that might come out of the tower that they might have missed or from their sides. "Wait, stop your fire!" Commanded One just as Elevan took out his rifle and Three aimmed, about to pull the trigger. "Ten, pull out your anti-tank." One smilled. "'Cour, why didn't I think of that?" Ten said pulling out the large anti-tank Scorpian unit from his backpack. It was one of the few things that could be seen by its imprint on his pack.
"Take cover." Ten said as he aimmed and targetted a small group of men who were bunched up pointing at the tower and at the gate. There were about five figures, but there could be more becouse some looked fused. He pulled the trigger like a gun and smoke flew to and around the now powder-covered ground. No one even noticed it was snowing still, most thought it to stop before they came back out. The explosion was seen from where they were and even seven to ten bodies flying through the air. Some even landed ontop of the roofs of nearby houses. "Lock and load." Three said as h flipped his ROF switch to GRENADE and tossed a HESS (Highly Explosive Spread-Sheet) Grenade into the bottom barrel. He pulled the lever back and flicked his finger around the trigger. A THUMP and then five mini-exposions in the general area of where everyone was. "Lets just getr rid of the submariners if they are not already up!" Yelled One as he jumped up and started to run towards the building next to the submarine pin.


[Team B]

Eight and Nine were the first to see the submarines through thier IR goggles. Although it was hard to see through the cool winter seawater, they each planted their charges underneath every submarine they saw. The three then began to go to the surface, which was actually below the water's level. They floated up and poked thier heads out of the freezing liquid. There was a submarine with its own main mast cut in half and VLS tubes wide open. "We got to take this one." Nine said as he got out of the water on the landing deck. "Platform clear." Eight said after scanning the area.
They got to work planting thier charges on the in-maintance submarine and were about to go when Nine noticed the weapon's room. "Lets blow it." He said running to it in his damped clothing. They quickly ran over and lightely blew the door. The room was filled with Yk50 and Mk48 torpedoes, different types of CAPTORs and acid-spores, and even the newly developed Yk51 nuclear-warheaded torpedo. "If we just set a block on the Yk51, than the whole room will blow." Six said as he pulled out his own small block. Everyone had a small block of C4 just in case the demolitions went down and it was needed.
"Wire planted, let's get outta 'er!" Six yelled after he secured the block's charge line. They jumped into the water and began to move around the walls and head straight up. They had enough nuclear charges for two more submarines, a just-in-case feature. "Blow the bottom of a submarine." Nine said as he went for the bottom of a submarine. He planted his easily in the water, being that was what made the materials stick afetr being compressed.
After Eight placed his on the bottom, it was a surprise that Six was messing with the pulser dome at the end of the submarine where the screw-like propulsion was. "Why not make it unable to move with a blow top and possably blowing the reactor?" He said over the line. They all made an unseen grin and quickly rose to the surface where the others were waiting.
"Alright, lets get out of here!" Yelled Two as he helped Six on the deck.


I've, become so numb
I can't feel you there
I've become so tight
So much more away

I'm becomming less
All I want to do
Is be more like me
And be less like you
-Linken Park's Numb from the album Meteora

[Team A]

"Sir, we have six figures moving from behind us, it's Team B!" Yelled Twelve turnning around making sure it was them. It was. "Alright, there's the submariner's housing, toss your blows!" Yelled One as he pulled out two HESS Grenades and threw them into the open door. Two others threw in some more.
A series of explosions and they continued running. "We have enough C4 to blow some other things up, I say we go for the command tower right at our exit so they will have problems chasing us." Five suggested as they bolted for the exit where it was now doused in dead bodies. Just then, a series of rounds flew at them from their rear. "Our red spot!" Yelled Ten turnning around and crouching in a swift manuver just with everyone else in the twelve-man group. They all firred, they all hti their targets right in the heads or gun arms. "I'm hit." Said Seven in a monotone as they got up and started to run. Seven did not even act like he was even tapped on the back by a teacher.


[LOST Squadron]

The twelve headed straight, and in a near-crouching sprint, to the gate where they entered. "All support and marksmen cover, you two plant the charges on the main posts." One commanded as they formmed a half-circle around the tower that the two dead gaurdsmen laid. "Post one planted." Said Eight as he began work on a KAAC (Kinetically Activated Automatic Charge) explosive at the openning. When Nine got done with the charge Ten and Eight were done with the KAAC and everyone bolted into the woods. Three guardsmen started to run towards the gate but the tower blew and the KAAC blew, shooting shards of metal and rock everywhere, killing the guardsmen.


[LATER]

Within two minutes of the disappearance of the Ghosts, the whole place errupted agian. The location of the submarine pin blew into bits with shrapenel and two more sub-exposions. Two days later the whole base was put under isolation, a Raptior-class's pebblebed reactor went critical and melted down, releasing alarmming amounts of radiation all around the underground portion of the base and a bit of the housing it was in.
All of the submarines had all been heavily damaged and tagged "Unrepairable or Hostily Decommishioned." The whole weapon's room blew with the explosion of one of the only five Yk51 prototypes in the world, and that included the only prototype for the Kiloliss, the mine design Tango Line took to design the Gigaliss, a larger and more powerful version. With the Kiloliss gone, and funds tight, the whole project would have to be scrapped. Meanning Tango Line has at least one thing accomplished: Destroy Submercipal-Field Industry into bankrupt.

OOC: Ghost Recon II...give me my damn cookie.
IC:

The Sea Breeze sprinted down the large waves of the sea, still submerged. It met up with a small group of three destroyers and another Raptior.

"This is Octal group, please respond." said the commander of one of the destroyers.
"This is Sea Breeze, Raptior under Witzgall Empire. Status is Red." replied the Sea Breeze's communications officer.
"Roger. Explain Status."

The Sea Breeze's commander took the communique control and began to speak to the Octal group as a whole.

"We were engaged by Truitti submersibles, and a mine field. All subs down besides us, and unknown location of the Overlord. We fear it's safety has been compromised." replies the commander.
"Truitti? Impossible, Sea Breeze."
"No. It is the truth. They engaged us on a standard regional patrol mission. We lost two subs, not counting the Overlord."

The Admiral aboard one of the Destroyers, it's official name Zeus, looked at his live-feed image of a satellite over Truitt. The satellite regenerated image every four minutes.

The screen flashed black for a small second, and then when it came back online, smoke and fire could be seen off of Portshire.

"Sea Breeze, where are you coming from?"
"The Truitti Sea."
"Were were you enaged by the Truitti forces?"
"Right near Tango Line. We also ran into a seamine field with nuclear mines."
"What the hell is going on here?" said the Admiral, speaking to one of his officers.

The commander of the Sea Breeze cleared his throat and began to radio another message to the Admiral and Octal Group

"If request approved, I ask of Octal Group to support me as I go scouting Truitt." says the commander.
"Sea Breeze, I am sending you a image on your system terminals."
"Roger."

The satellite image of the fire and wreckage comes up on one of the computer screens aboard the Sea Breeze.

"What the hell is this, Admiral?"
"A live satellite image. It is near Portshire City, capitol of Portshire. However, there is no known naval base or port near there, as I can see. Only a very small airbase, with plenty of buildings...nothing big enough in that airbase to cause such explosions."
"I don't understand."
"Either do we. Octal Group is going to patrol the area around these explosions. You are free to tag along, Sea Breeze."
"Roger."

The small group of ships and the Sea Breeze begin to speed towards the Portshire coast, trying to get their quick enough to see if the submarines who engaged the Witzgallian submarines are there.

One of the destroyers hits eight of the massive seamines, and begins to flip over and sink.

"What the hell?" questions the Admiral of the Zeus.
"The seamines! We've hit the field!" exclaims the communications officer of the Sea Breeze.

Two planes of unknown origin fire large anti-shipping missiles at the Zeus, and one of them crashes straight into the hull. The other one just misses part of the waterline.

"Shit! Anti-shipping defenses! Engage!" shouts the Admiral of the Zeus.

The destroyers and other ships begin to arm their guns and man them with all available soldiers and naval crew, and begin to fire upon the two planes. Loud sirens can be heard from the coast of Portshire...

"Sir, we have two destroyers and a suspected submarine, possably two. One has hit a mine or torpedo, while the other was hit by a patrol Cockatiel's anti-shipping missle. They have made hostilities on the pysier and have entered coastal borders, suggesting engagement." Said an AUSTIN-1 Operator after turnning his satellite to what a Witzgallian satellite was seeing. "We have flames at Subpin One!" Yelled back the Operator. "What?! They must have attacked it, but how? No one knows it is there!" Explaimed the Lead Generali of Operations. "Scramble the hawks, send them all over the area and send in a few Fighting Cockatiels to take out that destroyer before it can launch anymore missles!" He commanded hitting the glass around the SCRAMBLE button with his now bloody fist.

Out of no where a large siren errupted. INVAASSSIOOONN, INVAASSSIOOONN! and then just as each fighter got out of its shelter it started to fly straight up, using its VTOL capabilities. Those with VSTOL abilities also left easily. The few TB-5s quickly ran up to the runways and firred thier Pulse Cannons to take flight before they met the runway crossings to stop others from taking off.

"Bravo One, this is Mobius One, we are tagged for the anti-shipping operation, engage." Said the pilot onboard a TyH-58D Fighting Cockatiel as they flew with thier wings fully swept forward. They appeared to have no weapons, everyone looked empty. Just an illusion, inside the wings and bodies were deadly missles of power and accuracy.

The two destroyers sail under the moonless sky. All of the sudden, two missiles hit the untouched Mortar. The destroyer begins to capsize as the planes become visual to the rest of Octal Group. Two missiles pierce the sea, while one collides with the Zeus, but just the tip of the ship's edge, barely doing any damage except for a small flame on the deck.

The destroyer Zeus sends out a distress signal to the Empire's ACCC (Allied Communication Control Center), alerting them of the treason commited by Truitt.

"This is Octal Group leader, Destroyer Zeus. We have a confirmation that Truitt and Truitti military forces are striking Witzgallian and allied vessels." says the Admiral.
"Please prove." replies an ACCC officer.
"The Diplomat, which engaged one of our Raptior, is only used by Truitti Federal fleets and groups. That is sufficient proof."
"What do you wish?"
"Alert the Fuhrer, and mobilize Independence Six. All Numen Fives must be mobilized to our position."
"Yes sir. Octal Group, under attack, requires Independence Six."

In Witzgall, numerous airfields become active in the dead of this night. Numen Vs takeoff at maximum speed allowed, and begin to fly towards Truitt. They are aided by air-refueling in order to get to this distant place.

"Anti-shipping missles launched, switching to Block Three." Said the WO onbaord one fo the Fighting Cockatiels. "Switched and locked via AUSTIN-1 and Radar hoockup!" Yeleld the WO giving the go for launching. "Block Three!" Yeleld the pilot as he released the third Anti-shipping missle to the destroyer that was hit the least.

"Armed Block Four!" The WO said as he readied the other Anti-Shipping TALM-50D Sea Bird. "Locking?" the Pilot asked as he took a deep turn with an incomming SAM missle and launching off Chaff, which killing the missle's track. "AUSTIN-1 so far, redirect heading to target!" The WO said. Just satellite at night was not good enough, they needed an IR or radar co-lock.

"Directed and locked on all four armmings!" Yelled the WO. That ment there was an AUSTIN-1, Radar, IR, and Firendly-Sights Lock. "Fire, Block Three!" Yelled the pilot as they dropped the TALM-50D. It fell dangerously clsoe to the water and then its booster activated just before hitting the water. Dark liquid flew up as it ran straight into the destroyer's hull and bursted a large hole of shards and flames.

"Direct hit, get a Swimmer in here to scan for any submarines!" Yelled Mobius One as he locked his two TALM-50F Lions on surface sensors to destroy thier anti-air fire. "Fire, Blocks Five and Six!" He yelled as both wings openned form the bottom and two large missles dropped and flamed up admediatly, heading straight for the deck.

"Torpedoes AGAIN! Do they never give up?"

"What about our torpedoes?"

"One confirmed kill - not sure about any others."

The submarines deploy countermeasures and dive, running quickly, towards home. They had had enough punishment, and without an order they couldn't continue the engagement if they could successfully withdraw. The remaining torpedoes were mostly distracted by the countermeasures, but yet another Harius-R/V was destroyed by the torpedoes. They would pay.


Hours later, meeting at Phoenixius High Command HQ
"What the hell is the meaning of THIS?" The High Councillor threw a piece of paper onto the table.

"Well, it means that Truitt is causing all kinds of trouble in the east of the region. Attacking both Witzgall and our own subs, they must have gone crazy. We are currently trying to set up a meeting between your and the Fuhrer of Witzgall to solve this problem. Satellite photos of the area show Truittian ships lying destroyed northwards of where our submarines were engaged - either Witzgall managed to strike back, or theres somthing else going on here - possibly a coup going on. At the moment we're also trying to contact Truitt, however they seemed to be having communication problems at the moment."

"Very well, get me the Fuhrer."

OOC: This is for those lost out there on why:
[REVIEW AND CAUSES]
The United Pysiers of Truitt is known for being a democratic-like nation on a radical side. Too much power to the pyseirs, or states, durring peace time and each pysier representing a key region in the nation. These regions have thier own advantages and disadvantages. Raptior, the pysier with the capital of Truitt, has so far been the pysier with the most power universally becouse of its mixed industries. Farway and Dugahh are mainly Army and Green Barrade based, specializing in mining and manufacuring of arms and missles. Windsong and North Point are known for thier power in air development and argecultural advancements. With Portshire and Tango Line heading up in the navy division, which is souly in the field of submarines.
Becouse due to a peace tready, the Tready of Farway, Truitt was banned of "......current offencive and defencive surface ships and shall never produce them agian for national use." Becouse of this ban, submarines were the only option, which is why the submarine force, or T-Boat Fleet, is so powerful in its numbers of 1,234 boats. However, submarines and missle submarines could not give the best of power, and the Aura developed by all military branches was far too expencive to deploy every time somethign was needed, so the submarine race between Portshire and Tango Line began to develop submercipal cruisers, carriers, destroyers, and so on.
However, into the race of development the Diplomat-class was developed by Raptior using Portshire as their main supplier. Tango Line, now lossing the race in the Project: Ubercarrier, had its strong submarine-creating and designning companies on the edge of bankruptcy. Tango Line as a pysier in whole, as a low population of just 12 million, and most of them are military personale or their families. If Tango Line went bankrupt as a whole pysier, it would mean they would have to be annexed by an other pysier, an option they could consider.

IC:

"Sir, the Phoenixian submarines are retreating, and for some reason, they still call us Truittians instead of Truittis!" Yelled a sonar operator onboard the TSV Constance just as it avoided a torpedo that just would not take a noisemaker's call. "Let them leave, this could mean that they will claim hostilities on the feds and bring them down for us." Said the Bridge Capiton sitting down for the first time in nearly two hours.

Three Minutes Later

Two Terroist-class SSAs and a single Raptior-class moved to the prone Witzgallian submarine. They sent a message on the RTF (Regional Transmission Frequency) saying We are about to board, we will not send you to the bottom of you cooperate.

The Terroists each docked on the front and rear SSA-docking ports located on every Raptior-class submarine. The Weapons and Driver Officer knocked on the hatch door for the crew to unlock it. He had in his arm a Quadra-Pipe Equipped Ak47. They openned with thier hands easily seen. "Good, anyone moves and we will destroy this whole submarine." He said as he got in. The Powerplant and Navigation Officer took the Terroist away, so it could dock with the Raptior and get an other person to dock with the downned craft. The total prossess took thrity full minutes before seven armed officers were onboard the Overlord.

After that they got a submercipal transport to slowly take 8 Witzgallians per load to the Diplomat. The Rebel's story: The Witzgallians attacked them and planted a minefield. A Phoenixian Division came in to help the Witzgallians and retreated.

After they got the Overlord empty, they began work on trying to save the other crew memebrs on the many other downned submarines.

OOC: P., we have a problem with Witz so he is out. I am sure you know what I mean being a regional memebr and all. Me and you shall continue this (if Yuke does not enter) we will find out very quickly who the real attacker is and such, sorry for cutting this good RP off in its prematurity. Ohh well, we could do some island hopping though!

Phone call from Yuke's President Maxmillion to Truitt's Presidente Fonzi S. Jewitt

Hello im calling you to suggest an alliance as you might know some of our subs have been scouting out what all the racket is and well it wasnt hard to figure out our navy is ready to provide assistance to you as soon as we have an alliance comfirmation so as soon as this happens i will send a naval force for assistance we shall strike out anyone who passes a designated line set by us

OOC: Got ya Truitt.

IC:

"High Councillor, we seem to be having trouble contacting Witzgall. It seems as though there's massive elcetrical storm around his entire nation, and communications are impossible to get through."

"Very well. Lets skip to the next phase. If the Truitti people are planning on striking back at the region, we must make a premptive strike. Where's their highest concentration of aircraft?"

"That would be the Raptior Airbase, north of Raptior City. At least three of their best fighters and pilots are there."

"Very well. Order a flight of Gencor-V's and Jorachi-V's to take the place out. Well leave the naval bases alone for the moment - hopefully they'll get the message."


A few hours later, 20 Gencor-V and 10 Jorachi-V aircraft took off from an undisclosed airbase in Phoenixius, and flew towards Truitt. Time to target: 7 hours.

OOC: Go Salusa, you PWN. Thanks for my nation back. IC:

The Rezolution bombs that were dropped accidentally from a B-52 had shattered the communication outposts all throughout Witzgall. But now they were back online, and recieving messages from a destroyer group and submarine repeating the same message over and over:

"This is a distress call from Octal Group, we are being enaged by multiple enemies at once. We need assistance!" the message said.

It was on a loop, as instructed by the Admiral who commanded the group, just in case something should happen or the message needed to be replayed for a higher-ranking officer.

"High Councillor, we have Witzgall back online - it seems they dropped some of their EMP bombs on themselves." Everyone in the room laughed.

"Very well, put the Fuhrer on when he has time."




Over 133733 Mc 1337 1337
The attack flight had made it as far as 1337 now, with the majority of their flight still to go. Nothing had gone wrong so far, and they were using all their stealth measures to ensure they went silently.

The Fuhrer slowly walked over to his desk, where Colonel Robert Reddmire was sitting in one of the visitor chairs.

"How may I help you, Colonel Reddmire?" asks the Fuhrer as he sits down in his chair.
"You have a phone call on line six." replies the Colonel.

The Fuhrer pours himself a glass of scotch, and then offers one to the Colonel. The Colonel refuses, and stands from his seat.

"Who is it?" asks the Fuhrer.
"Phoenixius, sir. I must be going, I am needed at Fort Maple." replies Reddmire.
"Very well. Good day, Colonel."

Reddmire salutes the Fuhrer, Rudolph Pusch, as he exits the door to leave the Fuhrer to attend to his responsibilities and business. The Fuhrer picks up the phone, and hits the sixth button of hold numbers. He is connected directly to Phoenixius.

"Hello?" he speaks.

"Ah Fuhrer, your there. We were worried that something had happened to you. I was calling to see what your view is in the whole Truitt thing? We've already sent some fighters to attack Truitt's main airforce base, but if you feel that it isn't necessary, I'll call them back."

[OOC: *Starts to pee pants in excitment* I don't have to cut this short then! Also, I will be posting my updated map of my nation (a big big change) on the first post of this thread when I can.]

"Airpower is a tool with many limitations, but in its short history it has profoundly transformmed the nature of war." Tom Clancey's Fighter Wing, A Guided Tour of an Air Force Combat Wing; p.415

Area 00

"Sir, a Witzgallian air wing is comming in from the south west, heading hot and high. Shall we let them enter Mattian airspace?" Asked the Communications Officer in Presence Tower, the capital fortress and building of the nation. "Sure, they are friendly allies. Why they are heading across Mattian is something that should not be a problem to us." Replied the Head Douvier to Mattian Territory. "Let them pass, acknowledged." Confirmed the Communications Officer.

Two Hours Later

"We have information from a Portshire surface division. They have entered a mine field and has destroyed half of thier whole count, supposably west-origan MiGs came in to probably finish off the rest of them, but they were shot down in the sky." Said a Communications Officer in the Federal Wing of Presence Tower. "Alright, find out who sent them. Aim all satellites at anyone who maybe sour to us, this includes the Post-Nazi War candidates." Replied the Generali Major of the Marvy Force. "Sir, we have a tapped message from a Phoenixian submarine division, it makes no sense." Said the same CO as he turnned on the AUSTIN-4 Satellite System. "Read it out loud." Replied the Generali Major. The CO looked at it for a moment and began.
People of the New Commonwealth, we have just resently came to a submarine battle and a mine field of massive power and networth. We were engaged by Truitti Federal units, and have lost two units, including one which is damaged. A Witzgallian division was the cause for us comming to the conflict, they engaged them and slaughtered all but one of the Witzgallian submarines. We fear the worst for the one which was immobilized, but we had to disengage, too much firepower. Truitt is a trator to The New Commonwealth. I repeat, Truitt is a trator to The New Commonwealth.
The Gen.Maj. looked straight ahead at the glowing bay which showed the little moonlight they had all week. "They said Federal units, but this can not be. All Federal units are at dock at Subpin One, Station Five, and Farcon Six. No Federal T-Boats even have permission to leave thier dry docks, let alone enter deep sea." The Generali Major froze, this could be an attempt to declair war on Truitt. They were the ones to lay the mine fields, and they were killing thier own units to make evidence. They would not get away with this.
"I want every weapon and computer online and operational by the end of tonight! Knowing Witzgall they might try to end things quickly with a coastal strike near here or Portshire, and Phoenixius we will just have to think them to be an ally of Witzgall, those basterds." He started to give the orders to scramble all aircraft and submarines, patrol the coast and be ready to shoot anything down. Fighters thought the Gen. Maj. just as he remembered the Witzgallian wing.
"Shit! The Witzgallian aircraft, they were not on a routine mission or what ever, they are on a direct cource to our mainland!" He then did what the Portshire's Generali did, he broke the glass around the SCRAMBLE button, but thsi time with his elbow, and then pressed it in. The sirens rung like never before, and since it was from Presence Tower, that ment the whole nation heard it through the public hearing systems in almost every city. INNNVVVAAAAASSSIOOOONNNNN, INVASSSION! Rang the constant monotoned speaker across the whole chain of islands.
From Dugahh to North Point, fighters scrambled and began anti-missle and anti-aircraft missles. From Farway to Bega, gorund forces spread like ants defending thier hill. From Portshire to Capitallia, nearly 1,200 submarines broke from their underwater dry docks or surface docks and into the deep sea located all around the United Pysiers. The nation was ready for anything, but what happened next was not even thought of on both agressing sides.

Off the Coast of Windsong
The many Numen V fighters flew at large speeds over the tip of southern Windsong, on a direct cource to Portshire. "Prepairing Flame Jet." Said the leader of the wing as he readied the Truitti-designned engine for a medium-sized Flame Jet burst. "All set to +7gs." He said agian switching the engine control panel to 7.1. "Ignite!" He yelled pushign in the small button and holding it in as the turbofan revved up in a nice smooth purr of all Truitti engines and blasted from mach 1.07 to nearly mach 3.2 in less than thirty secounds. When the whole wing reached the speed to cross the Windian point he turnned the button to a locking possition where it would hold the current speed.
They continued, the siren had nto yet activated in Windsong. "Sir, we have movement." said his Wingman as radar picked up a surface vessel. It was the Phoenixian submarine division, it had two boats surfaced. "Those are Phoenixian submarines, do not engage, remain on cource for Shirien coast." Said the pilot before a series of loud noises errupted from below. The whole city automatically went into a nova, and all lights were on. "Pretty lights." Said an other pilot sarcastically. "I take it they are trying to blind us huh'?" He joked. Most smilled and some let out a small little laugh. Thier destination was only 1,200nm away, and their goal was to destroy the airforce base that still had a large supply of bombers and ordanance.

Message to The President of Yuke

To: Yukien Leaders
From: Federal Supreme Council and the Presidente of the U.P.T.
We currently have a problem as you know. It seems Witzgall and Phoenixius have claimmed hostilities on our very chain of islands. There is a fighter wing comming dead from the north east, around the tip of Windsong heading straight to Portshire. If you can give us any air support, it will be greatly appresiated. Also, any submarine support would be good also around the coastal borders of Windsong. We pay great thanks to those who help us in times of hostilities.
Presidente Fonzi Salsa Jewitt
Signned By The Federal Supreme Council

[OOC: If you wish P., go ahead and start the air battle on your end. Raptior is the most guarded city in all of Truitt, well, becouse it is a fortress, base, and capital. It has as many anti-air weapons as a whole fleet, and its sirens for a scramble have been released as said in this post due to the early Witzgallian fighters. You all will be fighting TyH-58D Fighting Cockatiels and TyH-58A Cockatiels mainly. P., you will face some TyH-58VD and -Z's also (the Liger ones). Any information on these can be found at my SF in detail. You guys start, and I'll try to continue this tommarow with a little counter bit of the two major dogfights. Also Yuke, that is the first and probably few times you wil see my Presidente serious!]

The fighters sped towards their target, occasionally looking below at the beautiful landscape and ocean. After reaching Shirien Coast, they began to slow down their speed and be a little more cautious. They were nearing Portshire, their target of war.

The Fighters were now going Mach 2.8, keeping a steady speed between the entire force.

"Sir. This is Civilization One, we have confirmed bogies." said one of the pilots.
"Roger that Civie One. Wait for confirmation of origin." replied the commander of the wing, codename 'Alashnikov One.'

The fighter force of Numen Vs sped up to Mach 3, trying to determine who the fighters belonged to. Not before long, a missile was speeding towards Civie One and his craft.

"Hostilities shown, egage the Truittis!" exclaimed Civilization One as he turned on his airbrake and banked to the right.

The missile barely missed the craft, and Civie One unleashed two R-77s at the hostile craft. As he launched, more and more 'blips' appeared on his sophisticated radar and CACS screen.

"We have confirmation on hostiles. They are the enemy. Enage at will!"

"Sir, we have Witzgallian goies, engage!" Ordered Mobius One of the Mobius Squadron, talkign to the WTATC (War Time Air Traffic Controller). "Engage." Replied the WTATC.

"Block One!" Yelled Mobius One as his WO gave the confirmation that the TALM-50A Vallassa had locked onto the first fighter. "All aireal units, engage with brute force, nothing is to remain in the skies!" Yelled Mobius Two as he pulled up to Mobius One. "Hey, would we get cookies after this?" Joked Mobius Three as he got to the other wing fo Mobius One. A "Wolf Pack" as it was known as was formmed, three fighters flying dangerously close and fast in unity.

"We have incomming missles!" Yelled Mobius Two. "Bank right seires one!" Commanded Mobius One as the three turnned automatically to the right into a steep commanding turn and launching flares and chaff.

OOC: OK Truitt.

IC:

The Phoenixius flight came in over Utropic, heading straight for Raptior Airbase. High Command had warned them just a minutes before that some sort of warning had ripped throughout the capital, and there were indications of fighters launching.

The lead pilot switched his radio on: "Well men, today we shall slow the treason of Truitt. They have begun hostilities against the region, and now it is our turn to stop them. They may be aware of our presence, but we WILL destroy them!"

CHeering could be heard over the radio at this speech. The Jorachi-V bombers went higher, attempting to stay unnoticed as long as possible. Meanwhile the Gencor-V flighters blasted forward, eager to join the fight. As they approched the Truitti aircraft, they readied their MTM-01 missiles, and fired them as soon as they were in range.

[i]The TyH-58A, -D, -VD, and -Z fighters were already scrambled. Most were at medium altitudes, very few were at high altitudes and near-ocean level height. Just before they could send a message to the Portshire conflict, a missle came in and blew a TyH-58E Scanning Cockatiel, destroying the outter radar jammer.
We got a blue down, I repeat, a blue down!
Reported his wingman right before he soon met the same fait as his friend.

[You continue it, don't bring in the bombers until a few dogfight threads come up. This is going to be fun!]

A Misunderstood Detail

[Somewhere in Portshire Mainland]

Three men walked into a dark gloomy room. Thier expressions were troublsome, and full of scars. The one with the extra large orange scar walked up to the Witzgallian Admiral of the Overlord. His expression was matching the Portshire interigater's.

"What am I doing here? Who are you?" Asked the Admiral. "Your in Hell, you damn trator." Said the one who walked up to the man. "You are the trator, attacking a harmless scouting division. You make-" The Admiral began before being interupted. The man who was black-tan in a pale brown suit said erruptly "You idiot, why would you come so close and run into your own minefield!" He asked.

"We ran into your minefield, you idiot Truitti." The Admiral said spitting on the ground. The three looked at him with stares of death as everything went quiet. "Say that agian and I'll make it slow. Now, tell me what you were doing in the Bay of Carss?" No reply. The man smilled as he pulled out a branch of a Kiklo tree, a plant native to northern Truitt. "What is that for?" The Admiral asked. "We can do this the hard way, or the easy way, I perfer the hard way but you can make it easy." The large scarred man said smilling.

"We were just patrolling around the, wait, what are you doing?" asked the Admiral with a scared voice. "Well, bambo in Vietnam and Thila in Iraq provide deadly splinters that, when placed under the finger nails, provide excrusiating pain and would cause some to wish thier death." The scarred man said pulling out a switchblade and begun to rip off splinters. "What do you-" the Admiral began as the man came behind the man with one of the splinters. "What are you doing?" Asked the Admiral agian.

"Last chance, what were you doing out there?" Asked the scarred man. "I tould you, we were just-" He began before a large burst of pain preceeded him in his fingers. He let out a large screem of fright and pain. The Truittis did not studder.

"Please, I do not-" the Admiral started before he began to cry. "Now, we could do some circomsision and miss on our swing. Or we could just cut off his right arm." Suggested the quiet man. The Admiral started to cry, and it was heard over the whole building.

[I'll continue this later. I've been waiting for a chance to RP a torture scene.]

The Numen V's began to engage their intended targets, firing large amounts of missiles. Two Numens were downed after a small missile caused them to accidentaly collide, but so far the Witzgallian Numens were holding their ground against the enemy fighters.

The bombers flew high, avoiding the fight it at all possible. Their escorts had engaged the traitorous Truitti aircraft, and were right now battling it out. Meanwhile, the bombers would continue on their course for Raptior airbase, and hopefully take out the entire base.

Meanwhile the fighters let loose with their missiles, preparing to enter gun range.

"It was Douhet's view that airpower alone-without armies or navies-could bring victory in war." Tom Clancey's Fighter Wing, A Guided Tour of an Air Force Combat Wing; p.XXIV(Introduction)

Area 00 - Continued "Sincerly, A Friend"
"Sir, we are comming up on Portshire's most southern tip, and I am not sure if my radar is messing up, but I have multiple fighters in the area where the Truitti Aireal Scramble should be." Said a pilot on a Yukien F-22D Striking Raptor. They were on thier way to aid Portshire in the confirmed aireal assualt from Witzgall, it was still unknown on what the battle status was as of then, and most feared it equal due to the fact that many key parts of both dominance aircraft were the same. "Continue on cource, I wouldn't doubt it if it was them. Everyone break into your Wolf Packs." Commanded the wing leader of the squadron.
Being trainned by the best Truitti pilots ment one thing: They knew what they were doing. "Sir, all nine packs are ready to engage." Said the lead pilot's wingman. "Everyone ready all weapons. They might notice us comming untill we reach range. Remember: If it is not a TyH-58, shoot at it." Said the wing leader as he readied his in-hull armament. The Striking Raptor, although upgraded with the most resent systems and newer engine, could not match the brute power and slick manuvers of the Numen V and TyH-58-line. The pilots knew it, and they knew they would suffer more casualties per squadron than Truitt and Witzgall put together, but it was thier duty to protect Yuke and its allies.
"Sir, we have confirmmed a Numen V, it is engaging a Cockatiel right on its rear, requesting engagment confirmation." Said a pilot in one of the three other wings. "Engage all Yukien pilots!" Commanded the whole strike force's commander as he broke off to lower altitudes where most of the battle was.
The sight was amazing. No one fighter was lanching missles or firring thier guns, they were equal. When a lock was made, it was broken. When an aircraft entered gun sights, it left. It was like it mattered more on who had more fuel than skill. "They are too low, they will all die." Said a pilot. They were not low, it was part of the "Archangel" form of dogfighting. Fighting dangerously low, fast, and unknowing of the surroundings except for your target. "Fox Two!" Yelled a pilot just as a Numen V entered missle locking range and locked-on. However, the Numen V admediatly slammed its airbrakes and the Striking Raptor flew just over him. The missle kept going straight becouse when it left its housing, it had nothing to lock onto, it had already left. "Where'd he go?" Asked the pilot. Out of no where gun rounds started to rain through the back of the pilot's chair. Two Numen V's were firring at him in gun range. One engine was shot and started to catch flame, while the other Numen V shot at the cockpit, killing the pilot and sending the Striking Raptor into the sea.

[Truitti Support]

"We have to bring this over the mainland, they can not manuver through the city and stand all the anti-aircraft fire. Thier mission is to kill us, not the base." said one of the pilots in a TyH-58C Striking Cockatiel as he made a tight turn with a short burst of the ramjet's Burst Cannon to escape a dangerously close missle. "Your right Bravo Seven, everyone, try to take your engager to the mainland!" Commanded Mobius One, the lead pilot of all the birds in the sky. "Que?" Asked someone, still trying to play on the joke they started before they left the gorund. "Eh, el stupido." Replied an other jokster.
The Truitti pilots were joking, although fighting with their best skills, they were joking. "Tango Nine, you got a missle, break!" Yelled Tango Ten just as Tango Nine reacted very quickly, but not quick enough. The K-78 rammed right inbetween the two tailpipes of the TyH-58D Fighting Cockatiel and blew the whole rear portion, sending plane, although a wing still intact, into the ocean, The plane was only fifty feet above sea level, there was no chance to recover the plane and live at that low of altitude.
"This is Mobius One, I command agian, redirect fire towards the mainland of Portshire of Set Island, we can not stay here and kill each other in turns!" Commanded Mobius One agian. So far the pattern stood. One for Truitt, one for Witzgall. It kept on continueing even afetr a few pilots got close enoguh to the mainland of Set Island for the Nationalist II Anti-Aircraft Systems onboard two surfaced T-4A2 Raptior-class SDDs. The submarines where slowly heading towards the bulk of the activity with the aid of a smaller T-3 Commarchy-class SSD in the rear. They were protected by five Terroist-class SSAs that patrolled under battery power. "We have submarine cover, but that is not nearly enough!" Yelled Mobius Five as he banked from a Numen's gun shots.
"I have confirmation on five raptors, wait, six, seven, they are comming in wolf packs, sir." Reported an other pilot. "Now they are trying to beat us with stealth?" asked an other. "I'll try to get a fly-by on one, wait, I saw a yellow star with a red ribbon." Reported the same pilot agian. The Yukien insignia for fighters. "Those southern basterds finally came!" Said Mobius One sarcastically as he took aim with his guns and lost the Numen just as easily.

Five Minutes Later
So far only five Truitti aircraft were shot down, all TyH-58C Striking Cockatiels, and six Numen V's were shot down, the extra was shot down by a Raptior-class' Anti-Aircraft missles. Oddly enough, Yukien fighters had damaged three Numen V's, but has yet to shoot one down fully. Out of the 34 that came, only 22 remainned in the air due to both friendly fire and Numen agressivness. One TyH-58A Cockatiel was shot by guns, but not shot down, but the Cockatiel in trying to protect a damaged Yukien fighter and was forced to land after nearly missing a missle on the return approach.
Two more T-4A2 Raptior-class SSDs were on thier way, and with them three T-2 Portshire-class SSNs for cover agenst ships and submarines that may interrupt the battle. Durring this whole time, Raptior was unreachable.

Raptior Airforce Base (TCAB)
"We have enemy fighters, incomming. Designation is unknown, we have permission to fire at anything that comes within airspace." Reported a pilot in a TyH-58A Cockatiel as it strayed far form the main scramble group in an attempt to search for any hostilies. "Mow them down." Said an other over the line. They were totally unaware that a bomber group was right behind the combat aircraft with thier stand-off range missles aimmed at key shelters, buildings, and sections of the airforce base.

OOC:
[For Phoenixius:
Raptior Airforce Base currently only has two wings there, and an other is comming in form North Point (illustrated in map). The North Point fighters are unarmmed except for a few missles and ammonitions on guns, other wise they are easy targets that have low fuel. A wing consists of three squadrons, which each squadron (bombing, transport, and fighting) has twelve aircraft. There are 48 TyH-58 Liger Cockatiels and 8 TyH-58Z Generali Cockatiels (The drones and drone controllers). Teh rest is an even mixture of TyH-58A's, TyH-58D's, and TyH-58E's. The bombers include only five TB-5D Dream Birds armed with AGMs, but not AAMs. They have guns, but their manuverability would be their disadvantage.
With Witzgall's problem, there should be some Raptior-class SSDs around there, probably at Ruby Island. They will mroe than likely be deployed and set for anti-aircraft roles right in the bay within a few hours RP time.]

[For Witzgall:
I was thinking of you having some AGMs onboard your Numen V's, jsut say one or two per aircraft. That way when you are forced to engage over the mainland you will have something to blow some things up, add some fireworks to this fun RP before P. does. I still havn't figured out if I will counter or not, and as to both of you, I am open to suggestions on how to make this more exciting after the dogfights.]

IC: (NOTE: Added this after the original part of this post was made, so it may have a lot more mistakes in spelling and such.]

Presence Tower, Raptior

While the fight still went on to the east, representatives and Douviers of Pysier met under the tower in a reinforced nuclear attack protection bunker. It looked more like a meeting room than a bunker, and it was arranged like there was to be dinner. The accasional explosion was heard, and everyone knew that the fight over Emerald Bay and heading to Raptior Airforce Base might come their way, and in that case, both aircraft and tower would suffer high losses.
The men met conserning the resent attacks on Portshire ships, and how both Witzgall and Phoenixius was trailling a Tango Line T-Boat Fleet as it headed towards Portshire to return the federal-owned Diplomat. The Tango Line Douver was very good at what he did, and everyone belived him except the Presidente himself.
"They attacked us with some odd mine and with our own submarines we have given them. We have already exported seven to their borders, we should stop the construction of the T-4s until this is over and resolved, even then I think we should place them on an exporter's blacklist." Suggested the Tango Line Douvier, obviously playing to be mad at his loss of three T-4A2 Raptior-class SSDs. "Phoenixius and Witzgall, next to being great export allies, have never been together in a conflict. Not even export sales could drive them to attack an other regional ally. Our own military has purchased technologies and helicopters from both of them, and we pay extra occasionally. My question is what is thier motive." Said the Presidente taking a whole bottle of Jack Daniels and chugging down a quarter of it.
"They have their reason: Envy." Said the Tango Line Douvier just as the Presidente spit out his liquor out of surprise. After apologizing for drenching the Bega Douvier in liquor, he began "What was that?" The Douvier of Tango Line smilled. "They are affraid of your power, affraid that you could actually take them on one by one. So they have teamed up to get rid of you." The Presidente, although acting like he liked that idea and belived it, he most sertainly did not. Something was up, and he knew it.

Two Minutes Later
The explosions had gotten a little louder, but enemy aircraft were not yet within range of the airbase or the tower. The Presidente was questionning Tango Line's Douvier in search of what he was hidding. "So, Mr. Scott, you leased a Diplomat, which is only owned by the Federal T-Boat Branch, and all regional states know of our government and how pysiers act like their own states until war, then we act as one nation. So......my question is.......tell me exactly what that Diplomat, the Deselator, was doing. Through satellite information just given to me by my fair Councilari, your dumbass had that boat near the mine field to the north of Windsong, and near the mine in southern Portshire." The Presidente stopped for a minute, seeing the expression on the Douvier's face changed from a smirk to a slight frown. "The Deselator, it has some information that you may not like Mr. Fredd. The Deselator was part of Batch One, meanning its mine drop bays had a default, it sometimes would damage the outter-shell of the unit. Becouse of this bits of it would be left on the escape valve for future crews to see. Well, just a minute ago, they found that the metal used on the mines that were just dropped a day ago match metal that is lodged inside a sunken Phoenixian submarine.
"Becouse of this, I have reason to belive you are the one who ordered the minning of friendly waters, the minning of a finished project that was cancelled nearly three years ago before the Nazi-Witzgall Incident, and that the crew of all the boats in the division have yet to report in thier logs. So, becouse of your rivalry with Portshire and your lossing of funds and the internationally known near-bankruptcy, you attacked a Portshire secret subpin very few know about, and also the most hidden and secret base in all of Truitt, Subpin One. Due to your calling of attack, the explosion of some nuclear charged explosive gave off the location of the subpin in becouse of this, udner Federal Law 334AF, Code 3, Section 2, I disband you from-" The Presidente said with a ferious and sturn voice. But, he was interupted by the flash of a handgun that flew from the Douvier's in-coat pocket.
"Well, Mr. Presidente, it seems you will die, and so will I." He said smilling. Plans were already made at Tango Line for a new Douvier, or better yet, dictator, and that the current Douvier would go down in Tango Line's history for being the brave soul who gave them their freedom. "Good bye, Fonzi Salsa Jewitt." The Douvier said pulling the trigger. The shot flew and hit the Presidente in the chest, more than likely a lung or heart shot. He flew back while the unarmed Douviers tried to get inbetween the two, but were too late. The Tango Line rebel then began an onslaught of all of the Douviers.
Then, the Presdiente got up from the table's line of sight. In his hands was a small K40 Automatic Hand Gun that he had always carried with him after the Socalist-Capitalist Civil war. The golden plate top and emerald insignia on the handle of a triangle with a dot in the middle and two sticks for wings shinned like never before as he firred it for the first time in nearly five years. The dead 8mm single round flew straight inbetween the Tango Line's Former Douvier's eyes. Blood flew to the wall behind him and towards the Presidente. "Satan, here I come you son of a bitch." Presidente Jewitt said lossing his balance and falling back to the ground.
The bullet-proof and sound-lock room was unchecked and undisturbed for nearly ten minutes when a team from Portshire came in with information on the attack of Subpin One. Alerting the officals, the Presidente, with a weak heart beat and a collapsed lung was rushed out first, as well with the nine Douviers. All but the Mattian Territory douvier was in stable condition, only getting a shot to the abdomen and missing all organs and little blood. Everyone one else except the Presidente was stated dead, and he was placed under "Ubercritical," as he would put it, condition.

INCOMING! Get rid of those bogeys right NOW.

The Gencor-V's armed their missiles, and prepared for missile locks on the incoming Truitti aircraft. They were ready to fire 1 MTM-01 each. They would be seeing their enemies any minute now.

Meanwhile the bombers began their intial checks of their weapons and their targets - they were getting farily clsoe now, and their escorts were doing an admirable job of distracting the Truitti military.

The B-11 Lacken IIs rose in altitude as their fighter escort began to enage massive enemy fighters and crafts. They hid amongst the clouds, along with the Phoenixius bombers. The stealth measures were used to full effect, and the bomber weapon officers checked the rotary launchers for operational status.

"All clear." said each Weapons Officer, returning to his seat in the cockpit.

The planes flew in lines of three to avoid anti-air fire that may have scattered the sky any second now.

"Fighter pilots make movies. Bomber pilots make history." Tom Clancey's Fighter Wing, A Guided Tour of an Air Force Combat Wing; p.210

Area 00 - Continued "A Command That Was Not Made"

With the Presidente's condition and having no rulers in any pysiers except Mattian Territory, the whole nation was placed under the code never yet used, Code: Anarchy. With this, the Councilari to the Federal Presidente, James Conners, took power as Presidente. Since it was in war time, possition of dictator was granted just as an unoffical signning of office was made just a few minutes after the massicure in the board room was discovered.
Explosions continued to the east as the tower began to deploy its in-wall systems to attack any incomming missles or aircraft. The bombers and fighters at Raptior Airforce Base had by now all taken off, and what few remainned were unmanned due to the lack of close pilots and crew.

"All Bomber Units, report into a close Emerald Formation of five layers. We are to take a cruise of mach zero one point five zero straight to Bega Pysic Airforce Command where in-flgith refuelers are to refuel us. I was ordered to command the newly designated "Diplomacy Wing" straight to Phoenixius' farthest out island which holds an airforce base that currently holds bombers that maybe used agenst the United Pysiers." Reported in Wing Admirarlle Jacob "Sikes" Hartherburg. He was the pilot of the five-crew TB-5D Dream Bird that had taken the front possition of the high-altitude stealth flying wing bombers.
The fifty bombers, fully armed with anti-ground weapons of which one had an Mk80 nuclear bomb loaded, headed straight for Oltremere Province since it was the only safe airspace the nation knew of now. Hamptonshire, although not exactly an ally, would never attack a fellow regional nation's aircraft, armed or not, unless it firred first.
"We have the first four layers complete, comming up on refueling point. Prepair to break for the ten refueling craft." Said Sikes as he pushed a little extra thrust to slowly gain a little distance between himself and the rest of the group.

After the TT-450 "Flying Stations" pulled away form the group they then gainned back thier speed and altitude. Each and every pilot and man looked at the coast of Bega as it pasted it and entered the Emerikaan Sea to the north east.

Three Minutes Before Bomber Deployment

Seven men sat in the dark room with no lights. Everyone was tould of the Presidente's incident just a few minutes ago. They were the only Councilari to Pysiers in th nation. The rest were ether dead, suspended, or have resignned. Becouse of this, they were laying out a quick plan on which pysier would control which unleaded pysier. "What we need is to let the government regain full power over the union, not give power to the pysiers agian. It is war, not a small conflict." Said a Sochist Party Member, which was also Dugahh's Councilari of Pysier. "Well, I say we order a bombing run. We have confirmed that the current air battle over Raptior is from Phoenixian pilots, and that the battle over Portshire is from Witzgall. We must strike Phoenixius first, since they are attacking the capital. If we can, get all Portshrie and Windsong-based bombers to Witzgall and bomb a few of thier smaller cities, since they have been the tightest of allies and this could be a misunderstanding." Said the Councilari to the Nation, James Conners.
He had been signned in as the temerary Presidente until word came in if Jewitt won his battle with death or not. No one objected, it was a good plan, one that Jewitt himself would come up with. "No missles?" Asked Douvier of Mattian Territory, Carly Snyder. "No, my views on warfare means that indirect fighting is just as cowardly as attacking us in such a way the Witzgallian and Phoenixian airforces have." Conners said as he took a drink of his scotch-filled glass.
No one knew what happened in that board room, they just know that the Presdiente and the Douvier of Tango Line pulled guns and that all but the Mattian Territory's Douvier was shot and put into near-death. "What happened down in that room? Maybe it could be the reason for why this is happenning." Asked Conners looking at Snyder. She looked up at him and said "I don't know. Presidente Jewitt pulled out his pistol and began to fire at the Douvier of Portshire. The Douvier of Tango Line firred at the Presidente just as his sights turnned to him. After Mr. Jewitt shot the Douvier, he went on to everyone else in the room before he shot me in the shoulder. I fell like I was hit critically, but I saw him faint just as I fell." She rubbed her shoulder with a bit of wincing, and it really did hurt pretty bad.
"So, why would Fonzi pull a gun, let alone his most praised firearm, at Portshire's Douvier when from what you said, he just pulled it on him?" Asked the Councilari to Pysier North Point. "He just did it, I don't know why, it came out of no where." Said Snyder.
She had planned a rebellion agenst the union, and this Tango Line incident was a great sign that she should hurry home and try to gain support from other regional members.

After The Bomber Deployment
"James, you do know you don't have the power to all in an offencive as of yet right?" Asked his temperary Councilari. "I know, I guess I was just flamen' about. You really think they deployed?" Asked Conners wondering with a bit of alarment. "Nah, they wouldn't without the permission of the Supreme Council or the actual Presidente himself." They started to joke on what could have happened if that one order to arm a single bomber with a nuclear bomb would actually drop it on the capital of Phoenixius. It was not ordered too unless they did not answer "politely" the regional hookup phone that has been installed in each capital for regional nations to communicate quickly.

[Phoenixius, you can, if you wish, RP you and the regional hookup phone, if you don't want to answer it, alright. I already got plans for that nuke anyways. As to Witzgall, you need to have some submarines come in or surface ships. Make this interesting. Feel free to do some 1 Vs 1 dogfighting posts if you want, same for P. Need to get some more brute action and quick posting here. Also, the bombers will take a while so take your time.]

In the relative quiet of the Council chambers, the ringing of the phone was like a death knoll sounding. WAlking over to the phone, Ellias Aubec looked at the nation that was calling over the regional hookup phone. It was Truitt.

"Well, its about time they called. Its time to sort out this thing once and for all." Ellias picked up the phone, waited for the call to connect, and then for the scrambler to activate before he spoke: "Hello? High Councillor Ellias Aubec here. Is there a reason you are calling me Presidente?" Ellias waited for the answer from the ruler of the nation he was currently negaging in hostilites against.


Skies around Raptior
The bombers kept on their course, their various stealth systems rendering them virtually invisible to the Truitti crews, if they bothered to look above them. They were almost within range to begin their bombardment of their target - the main Truitti airbase. It was beginning to grow dark, having arrived late in the day to Truitti's shores. Though this would help their mission, their escorts below, engaged in a fight to the death with the traitors, would begin to have a hard time spotting their enemies.


Angel One, you have a bogey on your tail! Go left, and I'll take that son-of-a-bitch out! Angel One veered to the left, taking the Truitti pilot by supprise considering he was just going to the right. At that exact moment, the other Phoenixius pilot let loose with a spray of bullets, ripping through the skin of the Truitti aircraft, sending it rolling into the sea below.

The Phoenixius fighters were slowly pushing the Truitti forces back towards land, though they were sustaining losses that would make any other nation pull back. Fortunately, they were evenly matched, to a degree, meaning that the Truitti pilots were also loosing roughly the same numbers. As the sky grew dark, explosions and tracers lit up the sky, making for some impromptu firework displays for the Truitti civilians that might be watching.

Fighters danced around each other, releasing bullets when the chance came up, everyones missiles either gone, or rendered useless by the short range. Like the fight over Portshire, as soon as a pilot got a gun lock, they lost it almost instantaneously. Pilots began to fire random bursts of gun fire in the hope of hitting someone.

The Witzgallian Numen Vs began to engage their enemies with tremendous force. Firing 20mm attached gunpods and R-77s, they began to attempt to scare away the enemy.

"Maple Four, veer right ASAP!" shouted a pilot.

The plane designated "Maple Four" shut down a partial engine injector, dropping its speed in a massive amount. He quickly turned his joystick to the right, and his plane almost made a perfect 90 degree turn. He dodged the Truitti missile with perfection.

"Engage at will!"

James Conners waited for the line to connect. After five rings it finally picked up. It was the Phoenixian leader.
"This is James Conners of the United Pysiers of Truitt. I am aware of your actions agenst Truitt and I ask that you fully bring back all hostile forces to your friendly airspace or counter offences will be made." Conners said trying to get straight to the point. He never even used the Regional Line Hookup before, and he was sweatting at the palms.

Meanwhile, the bomber squadron had jsut passed Oltremere Province on a direct cource for the Phoenixian airbase-island. So far no one knew, even in Truitt, that the squadron had deployed and that one was armed with a deadly bomb.


In The Shadows An Empire Is Reborn

Mattian Territory was taken by the Truitti Federal Government when the former holder of the land, Majesto, airlifted due to major changes in world events. Taking this land, the United Pysiers, with the Sparty Island Territories, is one of the largest oil producing and metal minning nations in the region and probably in the world.

When Mattian Territory was annexed at the same time Tango Line was, the citizens though it to be the best for both sides. Well, Tango Line just resently has attempted to break from the Truitti Orbit and although doing good, will not prevail in the long run. But Mattian leaders soon took this as thier opportunity to break away also, and they have a chance at total independance.

Mattian City, Mattian Territory's Capital City

"Sir, we are now at Defcon One." Said the computer's voice as the Former Douvier to Mattian Territory, Carly Snyder, walked through the door. Her hair was pulled up into a poneytail and had on a very attractive skirt and shirt. Everyone saluted her as she sat. "No one is sure of Tango Line's offence, meanning we have a chance to boost a war machine and disband any Sochists in the nation. Today is the first day that the Facist Empire of Thunder Bolt becomes its own nation agian. When Majesto came in, we all gave up, and when Truitt came in, we belived that we would be treated like our own nation under the Sochist government, but excuse me my dear friends, but I mistaken." She said firmly to the now sitting crowd.
Her power was overhwelming in person, even if she looked like a run way model without the ugly makeup. Her shinning red hair, showing that she, herself, was too of Truitti origan, having the Irish and Italian mixture of northern Truitt. "Miss. Snyder, does this mean that you will take the possition of Dictator?" One of the few women in the room asked. Carly smilled and said "No, I will be a Presidente, much like Truitt's own system, but elections will always be in my favor." She winked and turnned around to the screen showing a map of Mattian Territory.
"I want this map renamed The Facist Empire of Thunder Bolt right away. Also, I already have a few quick orders to give to give us a chance in the beganning to get ready." She looked around and those who were in the middle of getting up sat back down. "We, being an offical Truitti Pysier, has control to one nineth of the satellite systems used by the federal and pysic government. I also presume we can get some lease forms we have had ready sent in to take some federal units like tanks, aircraft, and T-Boats. I also want an airstrike called in for Windsong, city. It will give us some time away from thier control, them being the closest and all." Everyone except the one to her right got up and left quietly.
"Yes, Jasimine?" Carly asked turnning to the jet black haired woman no more than the age of 20s. She was also attraactive, as with most Truitti-origan people due to the mixture of races. "You should address the nation right away. We will keep most common sense laws and stuff, no need for a day or two to get our government organized, you have all control." Thsi was something that Carly already knew. "And?" She asked. "And, we actually have a chance. Our army can take thiers on our homeland advantage, and we need to quickly cover the beaches. That is where they would come, no regional nations will allow them through the air or ground becouse of what is going on." Carly smilled. She had just found her Advisor.

Five Hours Later

Carly walked up to the podium which thousands were in the crowds and millions were watching on national television. A clear bullet-proof window was placed inbetween the stage and the crowd, for safety measures.
She cleared her throat and began as most of the men looked at other places and the women were amazed at her beauty. This was the first time that Carly had been seen by her people in a speech infront of a crowd. Usually it was on television form her office or on the radio.
Einstien once said, 'The only way to win Rullet is to steal the money when the dealer is not winning.' Well, we just did that to the United Pysiers of Truitt, or long-since hated mother.
She paused as a small murmer of laugh came up by the Einstien quote and a bit of a hum from confused citizens.
The United Pysiers has as many know by now, a major problem with our Sister Annexi, Tango Line. Becouse of this, our time to break away from the commanding orbit of oppression has come. We have already done many things to insure our independance. All Sochist Party members are to report to your local government center, all those agenst our breaking away and become independant will also go to the government centers.
She looked around as some of the crowd started to smile, while a select few started to have alarmed expressions on thier faces.
We have already destroyed a nineth of their AUSTIN satellite systems, and over half of the KEYWAY satellite systems. Also taken has been many powerful federal-owned T-Boats and aircraft which are on their way as I speak to Wind Point and New Stalingrad. OUr forces located in Windsong as part of our annexation agreement have been ordered to invade and conquer any lands, adding them to our empire. Our goal is simple: Reunite Truitt under the laws of complete unity, and not pro-corruption or radicalism. May The Facist Empire of Thunder Bolt be blessed by God above, and shall our conquests lead to victory!
All over the mainland-bordering nation, millions cheered and yelled thanks at the television to the newly founded Presidente of Thunder Bolt.

[The Tango Line thing I just found out would cut this RP short as we discuss what has happened in reality after the dogfights and submarine attacks, so I desided to do some army work.]

[Also, Witz, are you planning 1 Vs 1 dogfights?]

Yuke National Report
Earlier this week an alliance was formed with Truitt after a short conference with Fonzi S. Jewitt the presidente of Truitt our president Maxmillion has succesfully formed an alliance with Truitt at the moment Maxmillion has requested that any experinced soldier join the army,naval base,and air force base we need as many as we can get as a portion of the navy has been sent to Truitt borders in key locations more information on this subject later


The command center of maxmillion
Send a sub-fleet to portshires keys to protect it also begin preperations on a fleet to be sent out at any location at either my or Fonzi's command and we need an express put on the development of the marlin sub to integrate into our fleets now


R&D Department
A report from president maxmillion we need to express the development of the marlin sub so we must stop all weapons development and finish the marlin

Seven Minutes Ago

James Conners before calling the Phoenixians looked at the Yukien report.

"No one there has taken any grammer lessons. No wonder we convensed them so easily to be allied."

He shook his head as he picked up the phone.

"No one there has taken any grammer lessons. No wonder we convensed them so easily to be allied."

Presidet Maxmillion looks at report.

"Convince us?
We called them so didn't we convince them?"


Returns to looking at progress on project marlin.

F.Y.I. Truitt get some spelling lessons lol

Conners looks agian at the Yukien office report made public. He smilled, and makign sure this event was not recorded said "Your next Yuke."

OOC: Truitt it should be converted, not converse.

IC:

"Ah, James Conners. Where's the Presidente? Well, that doesn't matter. As for our hostile forces - it was your submarines that began this by firing upon WItzgallian, and then Phoenixius submarines. We woudn't have done anything until you destroyed some of our ships." Ellias Aubec, sat down, and took a sip of the coffee he had in his hand.



Meanwhile, Phoenixius satellites picked up the inbound Truitti bombers, and a note was made of their location and time to Phoenixius. Fighters were readied, reparing to intercept the bombers.

Maxmillion makes sure this is not being reported

"How dare they assume that we are not educated.Just because we have no drug laws to speak of time to start searching for potential allies for one huge assault against truitt."

Grr on all of you and I did say Converted, Yuke said it wrong, uneducated bleeper :-) :ak47:

IC:
"It came to my attention that your submarine, with Witzgallian T-Boats, layed a nuclear mienfield south of Portshrie and north of Bega. If this is incorrect, tell me. Like you laid one and Witzgall laid the other. And also, my dear friend Fonzi is in critical condition form a gun shot wound to the chest."
Conners took a sip of scotch after he heard the sip of some liquid on the other line, thinking that was what you were supposed to do after you spoke.

"Ah, well we didn't lay any minefield. I can't say for a fact that Witzgall didn't but I'd say that his submarines weren't equipped for such a job, let alone the sheer numbers of mines used."

"Well then, are you saying someone else laid those mines? Becouse I assure you the Tango Linen Division that had a federal-owned Diplomat-class in the lead boat signning, meanning that the attack was an act of war on the federal government. And-"
Conners was interupted by a knock at the door and his newly appointed Temporary Councilari. "Sir, Mattian Territory has broken from our union, they call themselves what they were called when Majesto held them, Thunder Bolt."
Conners knew that the Phoenixian on the other line could hear the conversation that followed, and it seemed he was listenning with great interest.

Ellias hears the conversation over the phone: "So, it seems your having problems with at least one of your territories, why not with others? COuld it be that all these problems are indicative of a larger problem in your nation, such as rebellion?"

Conners' eyes widend like he had a gun to his head. "A rebellion? Of cource! But, what were you two doing out there where the Tango-" He caught himself. He knew at that instant why Mattian Territory had broken away, they knew that Tango Line did becouse the only Douvier to walk away form the boardroom was form Mattian.
"Mr. Ellias, I am asking that you pull all aircraft and any hostile forces away. This has been a very confusing night." He started to imagen amny things, expecially abotu Witzgall.
He clicked his fingers at his Temporary Councilari and made a few Commin Signs with his hand to get Witzgall's Fuhrer on the phone.
This time he took the whole bottle of scotch and poured it down his never closing mouth.

A staff aide walks into the conference room, and hands a sheet of paper to the War Councillor, who reads it and then hands it over to Ellias. Ellias quickly reads through the note, before talking back into the phone: "Well, I'll order our aircraft to leave, so long as you abort the bombers that are heading straight for Phoenixius! I have proof in front of me that a flight of bombers is currently over the Oltremere Province. They will be blown out of the sky, unless they turn back."


Skies over Raptior
Meanwhile the bombers were lining up their attack run. AS the sky was fully dark, the bombers screeched down from the clouds, heading straight for the airbase. At the critical moment they released their weapons and headed straight back to the sky, radioing to the Gencor-V's that the mission was successful.

Raptior, Truitt

The large explosions blaze the whole tower with violent shaking.

"What bombers? It looks like your the one with bombers, pull them back, until then I will not order a pull back!" Conner yelled looking out the window, seeing lights flying from the ground just over the horizon.


North West of Thunder Bolt, Chardonay-Thunder Bolt Border

Hundreds of the newly-formmed Empirial Conquest Army headed into the deserts and forgotten lands of Chardonay. Thier orders were to surround the area along the coast. Witzgall, an enemy of Truitt, requested permisson to head through the former pysier into the inner parts of Chardonay. The reason was to have a landlocked, meanning protected by its neighboors, area for strategic reasons and expansion due to overcrowding in thier homeland.
Presidente Carly Snyder had been working on getting through to the Regional Council to allow her nation full independance. However, no councilman or electorate would even think about allowing the rogue state a place in the region without Truitt's permission.

"Mam, it is time to call Witzgall's Fuhrer. We need to make good grases with them before the Truittis have time to react." Said Allison Harrs, one of the three advisors Snyder had promoted. Each one had a job: War, Domestic, Diplomacy. Although each one was overworked, they would not leave for nothing.
"I suppose it is. Our Federal Hook-Up Line says that the Presidentel Room is currently connected to Phoenixius, meanning war could come, or peace. So, I want Witzgall, anyone from Witzgall, on the phone." She said looking around the room, trying to find the Witzgall Hook-Up Phone. "Now, they placed a phone to Witzgall, Chardonay, Preatonia, and Majesto in here a few months ago. Do you remember where they hid it?" She asked putting her hand on the wall. "No I-" Harrs began before the desk that Snyder was at before had its top flip, showing five phones. "Wow, there is an other." She said going over to the table, making a mental note of where the pressure-sensitive spot was.
"The First Republic. They are not on Earth no more. They went into space a few months ago and we have not seen them since....." Darr said looking at the phone remembering that The First Republic, owned by Hamptonshire, had went space-borne a few months ago. "Ether way, we got the line to Witzgall." She said picking it up, awaiting the Fuhrer or who ever was in the room where the phone was located.

3,400nm from Phoenixian Outter Islands

The bomber squadron "Resestance" headed at high altitudes and high speeds straight to the Phoenixian Outter Islands where there was an airforce base that held many bombers and some fighters. "Resestance Three, this is Resestance One. We are comming up at the most outter island. It is deserted from satellite intelligance." Reported the lead pilot to the secound in command. Resestance Two had to stop at Bega Pysic Airforce Base when an engine was causing problems.
"How's the package doing?" Asked Resestance One talking to Dugahh Nine, the TB-5 who held the nuclear bomb. "It's still not ready to drop. We have not a confirmation from Raptior to drop it yet." They were waiting for any message, even a broken one, from Raptior. If on thier return Raptior did not call, the worst was expected and the bomb was to be dropped over any heavy industrial area or highly populated city.
"All units, we are comming up to Starter Island. This one is said to have a few fuel tanks and docks with some buildings. An outpost for diesel-electric ships. That will be anyone's target if any bombs or missles remain on our return." Reported Resestance One. They were ready, but did not know the reason they were deployed was becouse of a misunderstanding, and that Raptior had no idea that they were even out of Truitti Airspace.



[OOC: I had other stuff but you messed it up saying "Pull back your bombers."]

OOC: Sorry about that - but come on, I'd have noticed such a force of bombers heading towards me.

IC:

"We have confirmation that our aircraft are returning to Phoenixius as we speak. We have our own fighters taking off to intercept your bombers - I'll see if I can get the Fuhrer on the phone now. Hang on please." Ellias puts the phone down, and changes the line to the one to Witzgall. "Hello, is that the Fuhrer? Its Ellias Aubec here."


Skies over Raptior
With their misison over, the bombers began the retreat home. Several of them had been hit by unsually accurate AA weapons around the airbase, but the rest of them were fine. One bomber was having engine problems and would probably need to land at a friendly airbase. Meanwhile the few fighters remaining heard the fall back order, and began to extract themselves from their battles, and head straight up, reaching their top speed, before leveling off at the same altitude as the bombers.

OOC: I go to a party and I have no idea what the hell is going on... :mad:

OOC: Well, Truitt and I are talking over the phone, hoping to sort out this mess, while the Mattain Province (now Thunder Bolt) is breaking loose from Truitts control. I have some bombers heading my way, and we've been calling you.

tag

Raptior

"I am calling them off now. The Witzgallian phone seems to be buisy with someone else talkign to him." Conners said putting down the phone for a moment and picking up the Conflict Radio. "All Truitti craft over Raptior, disengage all Phoenixian craft admediatly. No exceptions."

He put it down and tried Witzgall agian on the secound phone. Still nothing but a buisy signal.

Mattian City
Carly still held the phone. The Empirial Conquest Army had already taken a quarter of Chardonay's Section D and half of Section J. Witzgall would have a hard time catching up thier progress.

Thier airforce of the little TyH-58 Cockatiels quickly scrambled. Five TB-5 bombers, knowing that Truitt would use Yuke as an ally, were sent straight to the capital of Snyder. Thier goal was to totally destroy it.

The lack of nuclear weapons ment that Truitt herself, could not be bombed with such a weapon that could stop them in thier reclaimming conquest. They knew that if Yuke was attacked and invaded that they would consentrait there while they prepaired a stronger homeland army.

[OOC: I am reviving Thunder Bolt now. Last time I logged in, it was at 600million, so this mgiht actually give us some problems and tell Yuke to run, lol.]

Saint Island, Thunder Bolt

The outter island of Thunder Bolt's little coastline was armed to the teeth with infantry and a few tanks. Thier goal was to invade and annex Yuke as part of Operation Dual Swords. Thier amphibious ships were comming. They were purchased from a far northern country just a few days ago under everyone's noses. Thier target: Yuke.

This has been desided on by Telegram. Although the goal is not to own the whole nation, but it is to hold a stand fold in the area. I will post a review and the happennings now for Witzgall and some who may want to join in.]

[First Phase]
Tango Line has had a rivalry with Portshire and is near bankruptcy in the submarine division. Becouse of this, the seperatists in Tango Line, mainly a military pysier, has stagged nuclear-warheaded mine fields in two key sections of the Truitti Sea and the Emerikaan Sea. Becouse of the secrecy (of cource), Witzgall and Phoenixius desided to run right into the secound mine field just as they finished laying it. In an attempt to keep it a secret, they engaged the two submarine task forces. Most of the time no one would say anything towards the Fedral Government, but a federal-owned Diplomat-class was there, and seen by an active sonar ping. Making it seem like the federal government was to blame. Of cource, it had no idea of what had been happenning. The Diplomat was leased to Tango Line for a so called "Diesel-Electric Extension Platform."

[Secound Phase]
After Phoenixian and Witzgallian aircraft entered Raptior, the Truitti capital, the government was taken by surprise. In the night as the Witzgallian fighters entered Portshire's airspace, a Tango Linen LOST Squadron heaed into Subpin One, the most powerful, largest, and most secret subpin in all of Truitt. Only three knew about its existance, and one was the Douvier to Tango Line. Heavily destroying the Raptior-class count by nearly 1/9, Truitt thought it to be an internal explosion. So, as bombers entered Raptior airspace, they faced heavy fighter resistance that gave the now newly-appointed Presidente James Conners due to Presidente Fonzi S. Jewitt's bullet shot by Tango Line's Douvier in a suicidal attack to kill every Douvier and the Presidente. The nation is nwo leaderless except for James himself, and that is not enough for what happened just as the Phoenixian aircraft pulled out after finding out the real problem.

[Third Phase]
Mattian Territory, although technically a pysier (the 10th), it was located at the mainland in former Majesto and wedged inbetween Majesto and now-destroyed Chardonay. Calling themselves by the coalition that nearly destroyed Truitt, Thunder Bolt has already began operations to annex the never touched Chardonian grounds. They already have an army, airforce, and T-Boat fleet made. Surface ships have been bought from an unknown location and gives them the ability for direct coastal assualt. Thier goal is said to be Yuke, but with the masses of T-Boats bound to be patrolling around now they have changed thier views to a more left-winged nation, even if it is nearly twice its size.

[Fourth Phase]
Just starts at this post. Presdiente Jewitt is still in critical condition due to a bullet wound to the right lung and possably heart along with the lack of medical attention for nearly thirty minutes. The Boiss Amphibious Fleet is now on an island outside of the Boiss mainland. With a full amphibious fleet armed with the experimental nuclear mines and the latest in anti-coastal missles, they will invade a strong, honorable nation. Oddly enough, they will not exactly blow them up, but a near-by neighbor.

Kiross Island - Most Northern Island of Thunder Bolt

The large island that is about the size of the Dominican Republic is all abuzz. Most of it is underground and some oil platforms. Diamond mines rest in the little mountainous area in the middle. The whole island's shore constantly has small boats comming in. Amphibious ships, all to be armed with the first strike units. There were five larger ships seen from shore, and bound to be more. One was defenatly an aircraft carrier, more or less a helicopter carrier. The other one easily seen was a missle cruiser, seen by its massive missle pods seen from the surface structure. Who ever the ship's origan was from, it was surely a small nation trying to make hard currency.
The planned date of invasion was in one day. By then all armor, infantry, and ten TB-5B Screamming Dream bombers, would be ready to deploy before anyone could even think about looking at the island with thier satellites. No oen knew thier target. There were rumors. Yuke, Scyole, Truitt herself, and Utropic were the main ones talked about. For some reason when they would name a nation that touched the sea (for why the amphibious division was) the Generalis simpley said "No, way off."

Mattian City, Thunder Bolt's Capital

"Miss Snyder, we have a problem. Tenarius is bound to put up a large fight. Also, it may cause other nations to ally agenst us. We should simpley expand into Chardonay, gain up in power, and then quickly mine Truitti waters. That will stop thier submarine and shipping industries, possably killing most of thier economy." Said one of Carly Snyder's advisors. "We will continue as planned. We have one thing that they would fear as much as nuclear missles and bombs. The Gigaliss A could be said to be in more numbers than thought. We could threaten to mine the areas around the regional canal and in the heavy traffic lanes. If we do get attacked, the mines will cause some to suffer heavy trade and moral loss." She smilled her beautiful smile and got back to work on the constitution of Thunder Bolt. The advisor left her to her work in silence.

The New Commonwealth Regional News Network - Based in The United Pysiers of Truitt

An attractive woman, no older than twenty, sat behind a finely polished redwood table. Her face was oddly pale, dispite the obvious upbringing in southern Dugahh by the face and upper figure. She began in an afirmative voice:

People of The New Commonwealth. Many have heard that the United Pysiers of Truitt is a trator to The New Commonwealth. That is not fully true. At about ten o'clock P.M. local time, Raptior was attacked by Phoenixian aircraft and bombers. Just ten minutes later a Yukien support group shot down a hostile Witzgallian fighter as it entered Portshire, city. Before drastic measures were taken, and a mistaken bomber squardon leaving for Phoenixius, a Region War was expected in the early hours.

She stopped for a moment to take a breath and she looked past the cameras and at the crew to her front left. She looked back at the camera and began agian:

The bomber squadron, which had a nuclear bomb capable of leveling a large city, was quickly turnned around as soon as thier mission was found. No major casualties except for a few Tango Linen submariners and a few aircrews. Raptior Airforce Base was also hit by five missles, but only the runways and an empty shelter was hit. Sadly, something happened as the news of Tango Line's rebellion became international. Presidente Fonzi S. Jewitt was shot as he found out the truth. The round hti his right lung and possably damaged his heart. The meeting of the Douviers of every Pysier ended with all being shot dead or in critical condition on the scene except for one. Presdiente Jewitt is still in critical condition and is not expected to live. Former Councilari, Marvy Force Generali, and T-Boat Generali, James Conners has taken the Presidentel Possition and has been given full governemnt powers due to federal defence laws.

She paused once agian. A tear ran down her eye as she talked more about Presidente Jewitt and more in detail on the two conflicts and hwo Witzgall was still unreachable. Then, the topic of Former Mattian Territory came up.

In a final note, Mattian Territory has offically broken from the United Pysiers and have formmed their own independant democracy. Known now as Thunder Bolt, they have already started to have surface ships meet in mainland ports and have some portion of thier army expand into Former Chardonay. A Winden Barrade Base owned by Thunder Bolt has already launched its supply of thirty defencive short-range Tomahawk missles at near-by areas in Windsong. Some armor tanks and infantry have already left the base and began to head to the sea where they would start a possable invasion of Truitt.

After that she began to talk about Truitt's plan to stop Tango Line first and find the exact locations of the mines and hoepfully find them before they activate in a few horus from that moment. They were planning on taking the mine and using it agenst Thunder Bolt. Tango Line would be easy to take becouse an independant war could only be fought for about two or three weeks at the most with their struggling economy and resources. Most of their T-Boat Fleet, after hearing about the rebellion, left becouse of thier loyalty to the United Pysiers. Many other aircraft had left, leaving Tango Line a very small chain of islands that were almost undefended.

[OOC: Alright, this is Truitt. I am using this as to clear up some problems with who is doing what. My nation will be set at 700 million population becouse it is at 690 million right now. It will help me form a quick army and navy figure compaired to the USA. Anyone need to say anythign important, be sure to say it in the OOC thread I made in the regional RP forums.]


Alright, I ment for Thunder Bolt to post this but I have no e-mail to confirm it with.