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The massive Ineffable armada made a minor course adjustment. This was what they had been waiting for. Orders.
Who to attack. When to attack. Who was helping.
General Whang smiled in a way the bridge crew weren’t at all sure they liked. They’d only seen it a few times before. When he was about to torture someone…
From the Dark Star two Centaur class fighters were dispatched on scout detail. High-res images could be gained from the orbiting spacefleet, but only with airborne craft could air defences be tested.
The two fighters accelerated away from the massive force, and then stopped to cruise around mach 7. Any faster and their hulls would be unable to take the friction.
While the armada lumbered ever onwards, it would be at least eight hours before they met their other fleets in international waters and then began approaching Dumpsterdam waters. But that did not matter. All that did was that it would happen.
But within a few minutes, the two fighters streaked into Dumpsterdamian airspace, and began to prepare for interception…

Transmission to Greifan Earth assets, from the Metal Glory Mark Two
The Ineffable forces are en route to Dumpsterdam, ETA 8 point five hours. Will rendezvous with you then proceed with invasion. Acknowledge reciept of plan

In Automagfreek

The thousands of ships and hundreds of thousands of personal of the First Greifan Army which had been dispatched to AMF territory from Brass Rails and Gernalitily several days earlier made their slow preparations for lift-off. It would take several hours to relimber the equipment and the men, but once the process was complete it would take them mear seconds to reach Earth's orbit. The men were excited to finally be on the move. Their orders were short and simple, lift-off into orbit, await the assembly of TST forces with the Second Army, and then hit Dumpsterdam with everything they had. These men who had spent their whole lives being trained and prepared to wage war would finally get their chance to taste it. Their spirits were high, and they chattered and sung and laughed happily as they went about their work. In the meanwhile, the Duchess and Marshal Katarina Herodotus hailed the Silver Turtle's fleet:

Metal Glory Mark Two, this is Marshal Katarina Herodotus, commanding the First Greifan Army and Star Armada docked in Automagfreek. We are currently preparing for lift off, and will coordinate our efforts with yours and those of our own naval fleet in our joint invasion of Dumpsterdam.
Lets give these fuckers hell!

End Transmission

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Somewhere in The North Sea

The First Greifan Armada had just enough time to lumber slowly through the Danish straights and out into the North Sea before it finally received concrete orders from HQ. Coordinates for a rendevous point with a Silver Turtle armada had been sent. Once the two fleets assembled, they would move ahead together toward Dumpsterdam. Dorian de Greif, who for some reason had decided to lead the expedition personaly, sent his reply to the allied fleet:

Metal Glory Mark Two, this is Director Dorian de Greif, confirming your request. The First Greifan Armada is currently en route to the assembly coordinates you have forwarded to us. We expect to arrive there between fifteen minutes to half an hour after you. May the Maiden guide both of us safely to our destination.

End Transmission

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Admiral Fred Hattens. He was a High Ranking Admiral in the Rosian Navy. In charge of the 3rd Rosian Fleet, he was a natural choice for command of this entire operation. The 1st and 2nd Fleet Admirals were busy in other parts of the world, God knows what. Probably drinking and getting sexed up. But Fred was another matter. One of the oldest Admirals at 57, he was not a newbie to world of Naval Combat. Then again, the Commonwealth is not dragged into many wars.

Now his Grand Armada of over 500 ships, lead by the glorious Command Ship, the CRS Presidential was now outside AMF waters. The Command Ship was the first of its kind, in the Rosian Navy anyway. The Rosian Navy, just having undergone a massive refit was now ready to fight. But who knew it would be tested now? Maybe God, but God knows not a human.

The Admiral was sitting in his Office Quarters inside the massive Command Ship. A nice wooden look was the office, with a few chairs here and there. A small pothole window which faced the AMF Dock. And Fred sat on a small wooden rocking chair, reminicent of the 50s. Next to him was a small table with an ashtray on it, and an already burning cigar. He was a chronic smoker.

A sailor bust through the door. He wore the blue Private's uniforms of the Rosian Navy. On his right hand he held the door open, on his left a letter with the emblem of the Rosian Navy keeping the letter closed. The low ranked sailor approached Fred Hattens, the door behind him closed. He held out the letter towards Hattens. "Admiral." was all he said.

Fred focused on the letter, examining its finer details. The slight bent of the envelope, the cleanliness of the emblem. The small 3 Petals stamp on the evelope. He reached for the letter, feeling it through his white gloves the roughness of the Rosian paper. He opened the envelope, inside was this message:

From General Alexander Roska, Rosian Department of War
To Admiral Fred Hattens of The Rosian Armada

After consulting with the allies involved in Brimstone and after much heated debate. We have decided to attack the nation of Dumpsterdam. You are to meet up with the Presgriefen and Silveran fleets bound for Dumpsterdam. You are to provide Air Cover, Naval Cover, and Ground Cover. We also urge you not to violate the Geneva Conventions, though it is not important in this situation. We also urge you to establish relations with the two nations, they are GDODAD nations and we must make ourselves a non-target. We'd also like if you can bring every ship here. Nikolai will have a fit if you bring a few ships. Good luck and God bless.
General Alexander Roska
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Fred sighed. He crumpled up the letter inside his pocket, the Private already coughing because of the smoke. The Admiral waved him away, the Private left. He reached for a small radio that was near him. The words he said were simple. "Move out."

The ships lumbered, horns started horning as the ships began to move away from the AMF Docks. The soldiers rushing into their transports and ships where the transports were. The Sailors moving up and down the decks to unrope the ships. Activity was abound, and this was just the beginning of a long bloody campaign.

To the Coaltion Against Dumpsterdam:
We are coming to help you, please make preparations for us. That is all.
-Admiral Fred Hattens of The Rosian Armada

It would begin.

((OOC: Well my creative juices are gone.))

Perhaps it was not the best idea to throw two thirds of one's warships and half of one's landing ships at an enemy who had almost no chance of stoppnig a half of that, but the Imperial Navy viewed itself as having an obligation, at the moment, to crush any threat to Automagfreek before it could rear its ugly head and strike from behind. So, all six Expeditionary Fleets and two Assault Fleets of the Imperial Navy sailed towards Dumpsterdam, The Dumpies as they were called in the slang of enlisted sailors, cruising at a steady 25 knots.

The ships were not all that far behind those of the Ineffable Navy, having mobilized days ago and formed into a Task Group halfway to AMF waters before recieving orders to attack. With that in mind, Princess Lien turned towards her Bridge Comms Officers and with a simple hand gesture signaled that she was ready to send her message. Schooling her features into something that could be read as 'mildly bored' she faced the holographic camera and said, "Hail Commander of the Ineffable Fleet sailing to Dumpsterdam, this is Fleet Admiral Princes Lien Larsen, Fourth Sea Lord of His Imperial Majesty's Navy and Commanding Officer of the Brimstone Naval Task Group. As you no doubt know, the Imperial Navy and Imperial Marines are lending assistance in the cleansing of Dumpsterdam. I expect that my fleets shall meet up with yours in approximately six hours. If it is acceptable to you, I propose we meet to discuss tactics and plans for the upcoming invasion so that our efforts are mutually supporting, instead of hindering. At this time, that is all. Have a good day."


[Dumpsterdam, I think we are going to need that description now, or a map if you can come up with one.]

OoC: No map sorry, unless one of you wants to make me one.

Basically my island is in the southern Atlantic with its top most tips reaching the equator so it’s warm there with nice beaches and low-lands. Main bastion for the north is Gierling Station, a massive military complex that houses the Northern Fleet, and almost all divisions stationed with the northern legions.

South is basically, stormy, rocky and the only suitable landing place is near Tallarn City, unfortunately, the bastion of Tallarn Naval Station is built there which is the largest naval facility in the world and houses up to 4000 vessels at a time. Think of Ireland when you think of the south of my country, rainy, hilly and full of sheep.

Centre of the country is a mix, mainly low-lands with a few mountains rising to the south and lakes to the north, the capital of Duniash is located dead centre of the country and is built around the Imperial Palace, an age old palace that stretches for many miles. The capital has a huge defensive wall and the palace has its own inner wall.

Only thing that is of further interest is Malas Province, a heavily forest peninsula on the south-east side of the main island. The rebels have currently teamed up with government forces knowing that the invaders will leave nobody alive.

Surrounding islands are Mexica Union and Ramerias, with Ramerias being a puppet of mine who is currently serving as a supply depot for the Royal Navy.

PS: Keep this MT, I think a mach 7 fighter is FT ;)

IC:

Tallarn Naval Station

"Sir, the fleet from Serafima has arrived and is currently offloading troops, commandeur Raditz is coming up to the command bunker now." The ensign behind the communication equipment reported as the massive steel doors to the command centre slid open and a woman wearing a blue and black naval uniform walked inside. The guard near the door clicked his heels. "Commandeur present!" Angelica Raditz removed her officer’s cap and gestured for everyone to sit down as she walked over to Councillor Reranderas, the southern commander. "So, Dan their finally coming?" The councillor nodded, his armour buzzed as he did so. "Yes, AMF is sending his lapdogs to maul us. TIOR, SS and some others, we currently have standing orders not to laugh at the TIOR soldiers since that will likely shatter their confidence and we can't have that." The councillor grinned as he lifted the cup of tea to his lips and Raditz sniffled at the comment. "Evacuation fleets, how far are they?"

"Not far enough, we will have to fight our way out of this. Grand Admiral Ulas is currently advising me to send out fleets to keep the route clear. A supply convoy from Ramerias is incoming and they need a safe passage." Raditz tapped the runes on her PDA, a map of Tallarn sprung up as she moved her hand to rotate it. "So Reranderas, what do you want me to do?" She questioned him.
"You will take command of the Seven Provinces and lead our fleets into battle. The Emperor has cleared your promotion to Lord Admiral, or in your case Lady Admiral." Reranderas handed Angelica a pendant with the Dumpsterdanian eagle and flame engraved on it. She took it and nodded. "I will go and do my duty..."

Gierling Station

The Gierling command centre was sprawling with activity with the news of approaching fleets, friends and foes alike. All pilots of wing 34 report to your aircraft, this is not a drill! The speaker system was overloaded with messages as the current command staff stood around a holomap where the locations of everything of interest where marked. The main feature was Gierling Station itself and the massive Northern Fleet that was just preparing to set sail. "Gentlemen, we all know that we cannot hold this position for too long. I have news that all our defences further inland are ready but we must be careful not to be cut off. Should they do so despite of our efforts, a massive mechanised counter-attack can be mounted from the Ika defence line but the Emperor has asked me to avoid doing that at all costs." It was Councillor Aflarius Damocales that spoke as he pointed to the main road leading out of Gierling. "We have the beaches in the area mined, coastal towns and villages are evacuated. All harbour equipment has been removed or destroyed, harbours are mined and dockside facilities have been rigged to blow." Alfarius pointed at each of the coastal settlements as he reached Gierling Station located in the north-east corner. "PT boats are ready to harass the enemy and our Toledo class subs are ready to attack at any time. We will make life a hell for them with these." Alfarius pointed to the PT boat icons and the submarines markers and finally to a rather awkward marker. "Minelayers gentlemen, minelayers. They are currently reinforcing our mine fields and only we know the current safe paths, we have decoys out to sow our safe lanes with dummy mines as to not draw any attention to the lanes." The command staff nodded. "It seems you have done our work for us Councillor, we currently have no things to add." Said the senior officer and base commander. Alfarius nodded and gestured with his hand. "Get to work then."

Duniash, Imperial Palace.

A massive influx of satellite data was steadily coming in, the map was updated each several seconds and it showed many a fleet approaching the Dumpsterdanian isle but it wasn't worrying any present.
In a room adjacent to the command centre sat the three Supreme Commanders of the armed forces; Field Marshal Talas, Grand Admiral Ulas and Marshal DeLane.
"SS is currently mobilising, their threats against us have been noted. TIOR is mobilising against us, we are currently holding our laughter. Presgrief and Silver Turtle are shifting forces towards us, we have no idea who these clowns are but they appear to be members of some wank alliance called GODDAD or something." Talas shifted through his papers. "Oh and we have reinforcements incoming from Serafima, Feminany, Farmina, Ramerias, Macabees and the Mexica Union. We've currently juggled our forces around and have withdrawn forces from all these countries, however, due to arrangements with our allies and the RWC we have made sure our holdings abroad are safe." Ulas lighted a cigar. "Fleets are ready to engage enemy, we'll have to give them hell. We're going into siege mode and hopefully will hold out for quite a while." He blew the smoke towards DeLane who coughed. "Put that out, you don't need to kill yourself the enemy will do that for you." The old man smirked, and shook his head. "Well anyway, my air-wings are ready to intercept the enemy and we're currently keeping air cover umbrellas over all fleet and ground assets." DeLane waved the smoke away as she coughed once more. "Damnit Ulas!" She said as she smacked the cigar out of his hand and stepped on it.

The evacuation fleet continued southwards as it made its way to the Island of Dumpsterdam. The 8th Battle Fleet was grouped around the vulnerable transport ships like some pack of animals protecting their young. Every man on board knew where they were headed not only to Dumpsterdam but into harms way.

The Wirrawayan High command noted how the confloct had begun to flare even higher and thought it a good idea to establish the neutrality of its ships and the intent of their journey. A mesaage was composed and sent to all pertinent nations.

We wish to inform you of the presence of our 8th Battle Fleet, which along with 4 squadrons of transport ships are taking Dumpsterdanian civilians out of the area and back to Wirraway. We are neutral in this conflict and wish that to be made clear to avoid any accidents during our journey. We ask that you allow to complete our mission peacefully and save millions of lives.

[4,000 combat ships?! I hope half of those are decrepit old pieces of junk not worth the piers they're sitting in. Hell, I'm wondering about the non-combat ships such as supply and hospital ships. And we need an OOC thread.]

OoC: No, those are all up to date combat ships. I need to protect my two neighbours and because lack an navy they pay me to maintain their shipping lanes and territorial waters.

IC:

Message to Wirraway Fleet.

Wolves spotted on your path.

Be sure to avoid pit-traps.

Good luck.

OOC: Ahh, some free time. Here we go...
And I'd advise you not to refer to me or Pres as "clowns", or the GDODAD as a "wank alliance". But, you'll see why soon enough.
IC:
As the massive, now complete armada neared Dumpsterdamian waters, radar scans and orbital imaging networks placed massive support fleets behind, and a roughly equally-sized fleet in front. General Whang's smile wasn't going away. He knew about economics. One big fleet meant one poorly equipped fleet. The armada he was currently commanding may be only around a tenth the size of the one that seemingly faced him, but it was a fair bet he had them outmatched in terms of firepower.

Communications from General Whang, in command of the Ineffable around Dumpsterdam, to:

Katarina Herodotus
Excellent. I shall have General O'Neill contact you and co-ordinate the spaceborne assault. [OOC PS: If dropships etc are permitted...]

Dorian de Greif
I look forward to your company. Our Predators shall open fire as soon as they weigh anchor, I would advise yours to do likewise. We'll probably be aiming for the capital city. No point in beating around the bush, eh? Another good target would be the large complex in the north, seems to be a military complex of some sort; we'll be sending some HyperSoars and a bunch of cruise missiles to take it out, and our Furys will be shooting at it too.
I advise you to make arrangements to meet me on board the ISS Tempest, where we and the other generals in this operation can co-ordinate tactics, and perhaps share a stiff drink or two. May our enemies fall swiftly!

Admiral Fred Hatten
Greetings. An ally is always welcomed. Our armada will be opening fire upon Dumpsterdam within the next few hours. I advise you to meet me and the other allied commanders on board my ship the ISS Tempest. Co-ordinates will be transmitted when we have weighed anchor. I look forward to our meeting.

Fleet Admiral Princes Lien Larsen
A capital idea. I have taken the liberty of inviting the Greifan and Rosian commanders to my flagship the ISS Tempest, I would be pleased if you could join us also. Soon the bell shall toll for our enemies.

As these messages were sent a full one-hundred and fifty HyperSoar bombers took off from the carrier ships, a horde of wasps circling the hive as more and more joined their ranks. Soon, the target would feel their sting...

OOC:
Dump: I've been assuming that Gierling Station would be visible as a prime target from satellite imaging, will edit if otherwise.

((OOC: Dumpsterdam, for the love God change your sig. It offends me.))

Admiral Hatten was in his old office again. The burning cigar on the ashtray. The wooden decorations, his clean white uniform with medals. The wrinkles on his face everpresent. He should've been retired, he's been in the Navy for 30 years, that's a career. Yet he doesn't quit, God knows why. He saw the door in front of him open again, the same Private carrying a similar looking envelope, but it had a Silvernese Stamp on it. The Private handed the Admiral the envelope, it read:

Admiral Fred Hatten
Greetings. An ally is always welcomed. Our armada will be opening fire upon Dumpsterdam within the next few hours. I advise you to meet me and the other allied commanders on board my ship the ISS Tempest. Co-ordinates will be transmitted when we have weighed anchor. I look forward to our meeting.
General Whang of The Silvernese Armada

The Admiral sighed. "Prepare my Chinook." was all he said. He stood up, picked up his Cigar and placed it on his mouth. A mix of George Burns and Admiral Nimitz is what I can use to describe his looks. He picked up his Admiralty Hat, left the room and headed towards the deck, where a Chinook was already waiting for him. He boarded it, the Chinook took off. Lifting up some dust and the Sailors' clothes.

And so, the Chinook started taking of towards the ISS Tempest. The message sent:

To General Whang-From Admiral Fred Hatten:

I'm coming.
-Admiral Fred Hatten of The Rosian Armada

ooc:And when exactly was it decided that there would be no FT in this thing? I've been RPing FT with this nation for over a year now, my entire defensive strategy is based on networking three different planets and producing the equipment to make the cooperation of these three entities possible, and now all of a sudden its no FT? You knew full well that my nation is FT, you knew full well that alot of the Brimstone nations are FT, and now you expect my soldiers to magically warp backwards in time for your benefit? What's your hangup? I don't tech wank, I roleplay. Anyhow, I'll wait for some kind of decission on this issue before I post IC.

OoC: I coudn't care less, sorry. I have no quarrels with you in the first place but with AMF, who somehow decided to spend out this invasion to you guys.
I have been MT, and will always be MT, you want this RP with me, not the other way around.

IC:

Fleets around Gierling where now splitting up, spreading out with the center-piece being the 1st Carrier fleet, commanded by Admiral Quarren a fine man who had led the Dumpsterdanian Royal Navy to many victories before.
Attacking fleets where still too far away to engage but he had already decided to take this to a long naval battle with the invaders, withdrawing to Gierling for resupply if needed, its massive bomb-proof shelters would provide shelter for ships up Nimitz class. The massive coastal guns combined with missile batteries would make any seaborn assault dangerous as sailing into the cleverly laid mines around the waters near Gierling.

Nearby on the airfields surrounding Gierling JackRabbit interceptors and ground attack planes took off, they would intercept enemy aircraft and possibly engage the enemy fleet where possible. Fourty-nine air-wings where launched from both Gierling and carriers off the coast, a few repainted Guild harriers took to the skies where possible as ground forces carefully dug in to repel any sort of invasion.

Ships from Tallarn where being transfered with the lack of a threat to that instalation and more and more refugee fleets and reinforcements where pouring into that port by the day. Overall, the Emperor was pleased with the proceedings and stalling of the enemy, every day that the enemy ponderd their moves was another day that thousands of Dumpsterdanian citizens left the country. Young, healthy people, enough to start a new country and with the current leadership imbedded in the form of Tanya Rift, the Emperor's daughter.

OoC: Sorry, still waiting for some numbers and attacks from you guys, if I missed any, please leme know and I'll give you the defences reaction.

OOC: When I said "As close to MT as possible", that did mean that if dropshipping troops in was a necessary procedure then it should be allowed. I, a futuretechy, can merely go along without them since I maintain a significant planetside warfare force.
And MT does have a chance against FT as long as the FT player agrees not to ortillery the hell out of the MT player, something most FT players stay away from anyway.
Also, I think you missed the bombers, but I'll expand now.
Continuing with the RP...
IC:
The Flash bombers streaked towards their target, the massive military complex of Gierling Station. 150 heavy hypersoar bombers was a large force, and it carried over 4 million pounds of ordinance, but it was still merely a small fraction of the airforces the Empire had committed to this war.
The dark, trialgular craft descended from the sub-orbital heights where the hypersoar flights spent most of their time. To an observer on the ground, their numbers would seem to multiply, as each bomber dropped its load of 200 500kg bombs from about sixty kilometres up, before turning and heading back to forward bases in The Silver Turtle.
In total, 30 thousand bombs were dropped in this one run, a total of 15 million kgs (or about 33 million pounds) of ordinance, combined with about 300 megajoules of kinetic energy per bomb on this one, supposedly "bombproof", station.
(OOC: I've done the physics, 300MJ seems to be about correct (it was really more like 294, but I rounded up), and the HyperSoar should easily be able to carry that much espcially considering they were launched well within 500km.)

But this was not all. Now that a defensive fleet had formed in front of them, the monstrous Ineffable battleships opened fire.
As General Whang gave the command, the attack began.
The six Predators began the barrage, each firing off their 24 30" cannons, while the eight Furys let loose with their 16 20" cannons. Carriers were the primary targets, the massive shells flying with ease towards their targets who were well within range*.
In response to the enemy fighter launches 1000 Wasp fighters were scrambled, and within five minutes the air around the supercarriers was thick with these S/VTOL fighters, and anti-aircraft and missile-intercept devices swivelled into position and began actively tracking for incoming fighters or anti-ship missiles.
Meanwhile, below the surface, several Domination class stealthed attack submarines went on scouting duties the determine the size of the minefield. For the combat ships, the minefield was not a problem. They could shoot over it. But if the landing ships wanted to get near, a way through would have to be found.

*These beasts can fire into orbit.

OOC: I'm almost certain I've forgotten something, but I'll deal with it in my next post.

Vice Admiral Frank Baron was in control now. A much younger man, age 35. Very young to be an Admiral. He helped Fred Hattens run the 3rd Fleet. He didn't smoke, but he liked to look important sometimes. So he usually had a box of cigars near him everytime he sat. He was of smaller stature then Hattens, but he was as important. His white uniform gleaming in the sun.

And as he sat on his wooden rocking chair observing the scene from his little pothole, he was amazed. The Rosian Armada had not yet commited to any defensive or offensive actions, that would change. From his comfortable room he had a radio and other forms of communications. He so then decided to give an order. He reached for his radio simple saying. "Launch the R/MF-41s and send 2 R/B-91s on a bombing run. I want to play it safe." Click.

And so the word spread. The lots of Roska Class Carriers launched their SVTOL R/MF-41s up to the air. And the pilots were happy and it was done. And the Rose Class Carrier, the CRS Franklin, received word of the order to launch the two R/B-91s. And the two pilots were happy and it was done. And as soon as the R/MF-41s were in the air they started spreading around the combined Armada to provide some protection. They were JSF aircraft you see, and they were able to do something on the move. And it was done.

But the two R/B-91s were a special case. They were bait you see.They would see how tough the Dumpian defenses were. They flew out of their carrier, and flew up, straight up. Cries of I can't take it! and Hang on! were shouted over the radio, for the pilots can't take Gs forever. But after a few seconds of going Mach 4 (for it is the maximum speed of the R/B-91 if I remember) they were literally above the clouds.

The R/B-91s started flying towards the Dumpian coast. These two pilots were greens, never been in a conflict. Yet they were the first ones to die/cause a Dumpian to die. Who knows. As they approached the Dumpian coast from above, their first thought was more like Holy shit! for they have never seen a heavily defended coast from their radars. And as they approached some SAM batteries, their target, they began targetting them. Good word choice eh? And as they were over them, they began dropping one bomb on each target they saw. Around 10 of them. And as soon as the bombs were dropped, they began going back. But would they get shot down? Maybe.

((OOC: You forgot me TST. Somebody get the mods to get rid of this OOC crap. Oh and Dump, I hope you accept the last paragraph.))

OOC discussion split to this thread. (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=380706)

[TST, the maximum range for 20" ETC cannons using scramjet rounds, assuming a barrel length of roughly sixty calibers, is 257.58 kilometers. If your 30" cannons are comparable to the Doujin and Gehenna classes, then their maximum range is roughly 712 kilometers and change.]

Fleet Admiral Yu, commander of the 1st Expeditionary Fleet, walked over the Princess Lien and said, "Admiral, the ship's navigator informs me that we are coming upon 4,000 kilometers to the enemy fleet, what are your orders?"

Lien thought for a second and then responded, "My compliments to the comanders of the battlecruiser squadrons of 1st, 2nd, 3rd, and 4th Fleet and instruct them to open fire, using two of their cell groups only."

Yu nodded and turned to his flag bridge staff to relay the appropriate orders. Not more than a minute later the bombardment began. At a rate of 1 missile per second per cell group the huge missiles took flight. Climbing to an altitude of forty miles they coasted along at a brisk Mach 4 until they reach a point almost ninety degrees above the enemy fleet.

Two things happened at that point; the first was that one if forty-eight missiles packed with equipment to mask missile signatures by way of jamming, make it appear that there were more missiles than there really were when the first counter-measure failed, and then finally when all else failed make the radars see what was called fireflies, which was to say the radars would believe that their were thousands of signatures strobing on and off. Given time all of the measures could be countered, but one things the Dumpsterdam ships didn't have was the necessary minutes to see things more clearly. The missiles had been programed to wait until the last fifteen seconds of the flight to begin their EW measures, which coincided with all of the strike package's missiles tipping over to begin their acceleration to Mach 12 and the final, almost-vertical run against the enemy ships.

In this case, Ironhawks had been used. They were huge missile with huge warheads that were designed to take down capital ships and a thousandth of a second after the missiles hit the decks of the enemy warships, their 4,000 pound warheads exploded.


[4,608 missiles were launched against your capital ships, which is to say your carriers, ships of your battleline, and battlecruisers. 96 of those missiles are the aforementioned EW missiles, so any hits they make against your ships would be pure luck and damage would be limited to kenetic impacts, which would be equal to 0.04 kilotons worth of TNT (201,100 joules.)]

OOC: SS, the guns are approx. 200m long on the Predator (30"), about 160m long on the Fury (20"). I don't pretend to be an expert of naval tech, so whatever calibre that is, I think for the Pred it's around 150, and the Fury just under 300? I could be wrong, imperial to metric calculations etc.
They're both gauss-accelerated with a chemical ignition (so I'm told they're ETC, I don't know what that stands for). However, the spin rate of the projectiles is made equal to the curve rate of the NS Earth or something.
Please correct me if my stuff's wrong, as I said before I'm not a naval tech expert.
TIOR: Ah yes, sorry.
IC:
"General Whang,"
"Soldier? What is it?"
"Admiral Hatten of the Rosian navy is in transit as per your request."
"Excellent. Put the relevant defences off auto and onto manual while he approaches; I don't suppose you transmitted the relevant "friendly" codes for him?"
"No sir, sorry."
"No matter. Have a Wasp commandeered for transporting me over to the Tempest."

As the Admiral's chinook touched down on the immense battlecarrier, a red carpet had been rolled out for him. On either side, lining the red carpet, black and silver uniformed Ineffable troopers carrying extended force lances (which looked like two-metre long golden rods elegantly engraved with indistinguishable patterns) stood at attention, while at the end of it stood General Whang, cigar in mouth, a grin smirking below his thick white moustache and echoed in his wrinkle-surrounded blue eyes. He was dressed in a white formal suit, the left breast of which was covered in medals and awards, accumulated over what could only believeably be several hundred years, with the hat to accompany his suit set at an angle on his head, awaiting the Admirals exit from his transport.
As the Admiral stepped down, the General gave him a two-fingered* salute, and a deafening roar of noise lasting a few seconds was heard as all the guns on the battlecarrier fired simultaneously, followed by a cackle of laughter from the old General.
"Did I startle you, Admiral?"

*Not swearing; a normal salute using only the two first fingers and the thumb on the third.

The Admiral smirked. "The question is, are you startled?" As soon as Fred Hattens said that, an R/MF-41 flew by them so close that a man could become deaf. But luckily it was on cruise speed but it was loud you know? "The R/MF-41. A SVTOL aircraft powered by a fan. It replaced the F-35 and composes of Soviet Blocan and Rosian technology. I hope you find them entertaining."

At age 52, he looked 62. His white Admiralty uniform was whiter then ever. He didn't have as many metals as General Whang, only 20 of them. But they were alot according to Rosian terms. For you see, Rosians rarely go to wars such as these. But this time was different of course. This time they might actually lose all their men. "I'm as you know Admiral Fred Hattens. And possibly Commander Fred Hattens. I will lead the Rosian part of the Coalition. But I'm sure you don't want hear about me. Now as you know, Dumpsterdam should be as enclosed as a turtle in a shell."

He chuckled. "This could be our version of Normandy, only with more blood death and a cake. I don't know where the cake comes in but when we win there will be cake." He looked up towards the sky as he saw the Silvernese fighters flew towards the Dumpian coast. He sighed. He then looked towards the ocean to the Scandavian and Silvernese ships as they fired their thousands of missiles, he could smell the rocket exhaust. "I see you're already attacking. Our fighters should give some support when the counter-attack occurs."

He gestured towards the command tower. "I think we should start discussing in a much more safer place hm?"

OOC: Heheh. My fighters are currently a defensive launch only, no missiles have been launched, and I told ya to call me Ineffable!..TIOR, I like your style :D
IC:
"Ah, I see you're unfamiliar with our fighters. No matter. Yes, let us go inside, to the observation deck."
As he turned, the soldiers force lances retracted, a slight sound of metal scraping together could be heard as the lances retracted telescopically to the size of a handgun by some machinery inside. As he reached the door, he leant aside and whispered to a lieutenant standing there;
"Prepare the initial missile bombardment. Target all carriers and battleships, and anything over 150m in length. Banshees only. Do not commence firing yet.

As he led the way through the ship, ithere was not much to see. The General wanted to get down to business. When they reached the observation deck, he sat down in a comfy chair and indicated to the Admiral to do likewise. Pressing a button in the arm of the chair, a section of the floor raised itself up to the height of a table, supported by four silvery legs. At the touch of another button, an aerial view of the island of Dumpsterdam and the surrounding fleets was displayed on the table surface.
"Adaptive camoflauge coating. Similar to what we use on our submarines when they're surfaced, or the enemy decides to use LIDAR, makes them visibilly invisible. LIDAR needs a much faster computer to compesate for than the white sonar generator, but we can deal with that. Anyway, to the battleplan.
As you can see here, minefields surround the entire island. Our fleets are here, here, and here, while the enemy's are there. Some of the mines must be dummies, but we don't know which ones are. We'll be keeping a close eye on where their ships go through the field, that's for sure...
Anyway, I've not been giving you much chance to talk. Your opinions?"

Hattens looked at the map closely, observing the movements and mines. "Mines... the enemies of the Navy. And the enemies of a tank. Now, you should be right. There are possibly thousands, even millions of mines. Now I recommend that we use satellite survaillance, thermal, to estimate the number of them."

He took out his right white gloved hand, whiter then Michael Jackson. But that's just me. He drew out his index finger, putting it on the Dumpian coast. He dragged the finger around the perimetre of the coast. He stopped. "There are possibly thousands of SAM sites also. First we should find out where the initial minefield is. Then we should attack the sites with missile fire, cannon and pretty much anything that goes boom. This goes to my second part."

He cleared his throat, dragging his fingers to to the Carriers of the Coalition Against Dumpsterdam. "We should also have the planes assist in the attack against the SAM sites. This leads to my third part. I say we parachute our men in. I know every Carrier in this fleet has some sort of transport craft." He smirked. "But if we already konw where the mines are, we can go around them." He leaned back on his chair. "God I complicate myself."

Meanwhile, the Rosian ships began loading their cannons. Big 20" cannons ready to launch a shell. Rocket launchers ready to overwhelm an entire fleet. Small flak cannons ready to deflect any aircraft or missile. The Rosian were ready, and they would not let a small mistake destroy them. They would do this with the efficiency of an sniper. One shot, one kill.

((OOC: Yay, I'm cool! And if I remember correctly, mines emit thermal energy right? =/ ))

"Hmm, paradrops. Interesting. I'll have the hypersoars take out the SAMs once their locations are identified, since they'll be at the least risk. As for the mines, yes I agree that the best thing to do would be to blitz it out of existence. However, that brings up the little matter of ammunition. I don't think we can spare it. And The Great Ineffable Bob has forbayed me to deploy the nuclear arsenals our ships carry as standard..."

President Kowalski was looking at his daily situation briefing when he came upon the part about the war on Dumpsterdam.

"Get me General Gristham." he said to his aide who was in the other room.

"Yes sir..." the aide replied. Five minutes later, a Marine in his dress-blues entered the office and saluted.

"General Gristham reporing as ordered!"

"At ease Joe. I'm ordering a Fleet Order. Dumpsterdam is fighting TIOR, TST, and someone else. I want you to help fight Dumpsterdam. I'm giving you pretty-much every ship we have and three divisions. You will pretty much swamp them." Kowalski stated.

"I'll prepare the men and we'll set sail within two days." The General said.

"Good man." Kowalski stated as the General left.


We have a task force underway. We are coming to aid you. Please respond and we'll send you troop figures

The Admiral chuckled. "Yes Mr. Whang. Parachute the men if we can't get pass the mines. I'm sure that when we land we can capture a high ranking individual or find a map telling where the mines are. Now I was thinking to destroy the mines we can use some sort of special torpedoes."

He cleared his throat. "A torpedo that would dive down, blow up causing a fragmentation effect. Thus blowing up anything else around it. But I'm sure none of us here have that. So a paradrop for now will have to do, unless my thermal imaging idea works."

He sighed. "So we don't have nukes, we can't spare the ammo... and I'm sure we can't use our subs as a ram. So we'll paradrop?"

"As for the thermal imaging, we're in luck. My subs, in addition to being practically undetectable, carry thermal imagers. The weakness of the previous generation of the subs, these were designed to be killers, even if it meant tracking our own subs."
As the Admiral and the General were discussing the battleplan, a knock was heard at the door. Looking up, General Whang told him to enter.
"Sir, another nation has entered the fray on our side. Crazed Marines."
"Crazed Marines? The name rings a bell, can't quite place it though..."
"They're an ally of ours through the GDA sir."
"What the hell is the GDA?"
"Galactic Defence Alliance. The Ledans have more contact with them than we do."
"Interesting...Admiral, excuse me a minute while I contact our friends."

Transmission from General Whang, Commander of the Ineffable Brimstone Armada, on board the ISS Tempest, to Crazed Marines
"Good to hear. We've started without you I'm afraid, but there should still be something left when ya get here ;)
Transmitting current tactical data to you now..."

Reply to TST
We are sending in General Gristham to help you plan the invasion. He should arrive within two hours. We also have a new bomb that needs testing, and we believe that it would help your mine problem. No, it's not nuclear, but it would work nonetheless.

The Admiral smirked. "We have Submarines, but I'm sure they're not as stealthy as yours. But we will be able to cover your descent and keep the Destroyers off your asses while you can peacefully look for them. Any other suggestions General? Something I should know about?"

Princess Lien commed the Ineffible Navy flagship once again, this time with news of a way to circumvent the minefields, "Gentlemen, after consulting with some of the commanders charged with leading the landings, I believe we've come up with a solution on how to deal with the minefields. I have been informed that the troop-carrying submarines attached to my Assault Fleets are armed with special UUVs that are capable of cutting the chains on underwater mines. I can also have some of the Marines stationed in those subs swim out and attach detcord to the mine chains or plant explosives on the mines themselves. Finally, if all else fails and we have achieved air superiority, we can simply drop depth charges to crush and/or detonate the mines. What say you on this plan?"

The commander of Task Force Brimstone then waited patiently for a reply while her counter-parts had a chance to discuss the plan.

Admiral Hattens clapped his hands hard, pointing his white gloved index finger in the air. His hat fell off his head. "Brilliant! That's exactly what we should do. I'll have our Rosktai Class Submarines provide your men cover. I'm sure that Whang here will provide cover too and possibly help in the attack." He gestured towards Whang. "Right General Whang." As soon as he noticed that his hat fell down he picked it up and placed it on his head as dignified as possible. "Yes..."

The cameras focused on the wheel chair bound High Priest as he addressed the crowd, the nation and the world.
“We of Farmina, face a new threat. The new threat has made itself apparent under what has been titled “Brimstone” code for an Automagfreek plan to conquer the world in the name of Hell and Satan. How do I know of the true intentions? It is true that God showed me Satan’s hand in this; but even a simpleton could tell that world conquest was in the minds of the evil of AMF. Some would sight the rebel Macabee submarine’s attack to legitimize AMF’s aggression. But would you say the death of Arch Duke Fernandez gave Germany the moral authority to conquer Europe.”
The High Priest paused, sipped his water and then continued.
“Thus again the burden falls upon Farmina to do God’s work; here as in Sinear. Farmina has stockpiled large amounts of weapons, food and munitions; we are perfectly ready for what lies ahead. Thus I am declaring that a massive force of men and women, many veterans of Sinear and the defense of Farmina, will go to aid our ally Dumpsterdam, to rid their great nation of its demon loving invaders, lapdogs to AMF; falsely believing pacts with Satan will bring them power. This is the last warning to these invaders. If they oppose the will of God, they will be destroyed.”
Again he paused.
“Glory to Farmina.”
The crowd repeated, “GLORY TO FARMINA.”
“Death to the demonlovers!”
“DEATH TO THE DEMONLOVERS.”
“As commanded by almighty God.”
“AS COMMANDED BY ALMIGHTY GOD.”
“We will banish AMF to hell.”
“WE WILL BANISH AMF TO HELL.”

“Well there you have it live from the Golden Abbey, the High Priest has confirmed Farmina will be going to war,” said reporter Karen Chow.
She pressed in her ear piece, “And we are now getting word that the elected councils have just passed the latest war budget and declarations of war on The Silver Turtle, The Island of Rose and the Scandinavian States. The elected councils have also sent an official warning to Crazed Marines, telling them to stay out of this conflict. So far no declaration of war on AMF has been passed. Now back to the studio.”

In the ports of Farmina grand ships were being filled with the men and materials required to fight the war. Estimates had been placed that tens of millions would go to Dumpsterdam. A logistical nightmare; but a much greater one would be on the battlefield.

OoC: I talked to TIOR about this a little bit earlier and it hasn't happened here yet but still a bit of a warning: no tech-wank.

Which basically (sorry Mac, hope you don't take any offence to this) is what Mac does when he attacks with his submarines; a huge amount of detail on how his missile's work and such, which will result in OoC banter since everybody knows better.

Oh and even more important: If I didn't respond to your attack/message it means I've read over it, please just quote it and ask for a response. Its kinda hard for me to read the attacks from 5 nations and reply in kind.

IC:

Gierling Station

The ground around Gierling station was ablaze, the bombs dropped by the TST bombers from orbit where causing damage, but not enough to actually crack the underground bunkers or the huge carrier docks. The barracks near the south where hit the most, causing casualties among the 65th infantry brigade stationed there.

Many a soldier might have wondered what the base's CIWS's doing during that time but their frenzied rate of fire had probably cut down a great number of bombs before they even graced Dumpsterdanian airspace.
In the command bunker, TACCOM; the military's command network coughed out a report.

TACCOM STATUS REPORT: 219 dead - 45 wounded.

The response from the DRA would never come, the planes where out of reach of the JR interceptors but Missile Command had some final words for the TST bombers. 92 ALRAAM-705, long range missile's where fired from batteries near the rear of the station. Their 230km range would be more then enough to overtake and destroy atleast a few attackers.

DRN Seven Provinces, Flagship of the Dumpsterdanian Fleet.

Quarren was dead set, he would protect his carriers at all costs and then counter-attack to take out the enemies carriers.
CIWS units swivelled around for a last second check before they spewed a hail of fire towards the incoming missile's, a good 1500 CIWS where ready at the time and they used a combination of flares, EMC and the Goalkeeper 30 mm gun to counter.
In a desperate attempt Quarren also ordered a 1:20 range for all picket line ships, they would speed up, disable their EMC system and crank up the active radar to a maximum, drawing missile's and god knows what towards them. These crews would willingly sacrifice themselves for the sake of the people.

Counter battery fire from both naval and ground based guns was given two seconds after the attack on the fleet and declarations of war issued against the four attacking nations. The massive batteries near Gierling Station, dozens of meters of reinforced concrete with additional protecting in the form of thick Kevlar layers protected them as they opend fire on the enemy, their rocket propelled shells would do massive damage. The eighty guns around Gierling where around four years old but still preformed excellently as missile batteries on the top of their armoured hides opened fire with Principe IV missile's and more Lance AS missile's, a few counter missile's where shot off towards incoming missile's from the SS fleet but their range was not enough to cover the entire fleet.


Air Marshall DeLane watched the holo screen back in Duniash, she carefully picked out the SS main battle ships and marked them for destruction, her planes where already in the air to attack and counter the enemy fleet while they where attacking the DRN defence fleet. A total of thirteen airwings where closing in low near the west side of the enemy fleet, the JR ground attack planes skimmed low over the water, far out of reach of the enemy fleet as they released their Lance anti-ship and Principe IV missile's at the enemy fleet, rolled and turned back to airfields near Tempe without fear of enemy fire.*

TACCOM STATUS REPORT: Counterattack initiated, 1200 Principe's launched, 5900 Lance's launched, 590 Javelin(AAM, targeted against patrolling aircraft). Scrambling data from fleet.

The Lance AS missile's would continue along their normal route towards the enemy fleet, they would be the direct threat to the enemy but as soon as the enemy CIWS would open fire the Principe's would fall down into the water and split up into four medium sized torpedo's and then speed off towards the main target

The Rosian bombing attempt.

The bomb dropped, hit the armoured top of the SAM battery, bounced, skid off into a group of trees and exploded. A gunnery sergeant standing outside to take a piss was killed when an deer antler moving at 3246 Km/h decided to meet up with his torso.

TACCOM STATUS REPORT: 1 gunnery sergeant, 4 deer, 16 trees.

The tree huggers back at the SAM site decided to take revenge as they launched 17 Javelin AAM's, they decided to smoke some pot before reloading the tubes.


(OoC: Currently using laser as a back-up for my CIWS, meaning, the gun targets one missile, the laser moves ahead and touches it at the range and height the radar indicates and if it isn't there it orders the gun unto the next target, alas a tad slower then normal. Also using visual data from observers from my ships, satellites and radar is all fine, but nothing can beat the human eye.)

[Okay, I have a fairly major problem with one of your Principe missiles and a mild rebuke to go along as well.

1) I think perhaps you are taking liberaties in assuming that my anti-missile defenses encompass only close-in systems. I need to know the range at which these things were launched and I would have really preferred that you just have made your run without attacking, I'm not silly enough to rely just on my ships' sensors although it's probably my fault for not telling you that.

2) The Principes don't work. Full Stop. I explained the reasons for this to the system's progenator and even though he seemed to take my explaination with a grain of salt (understandable given that I'm most certainly not on his side in this war) he also agreed to not use them in the primary RP. In essence my argument boils down to this; have you ever what happens to most of the planes that end up trying a crash landing on water? The spin and break up almost immediately upon impact and this is only at a quarter of their top speed (the tops speed being around Mach 0.8.) A torpedo isn't going to be much better off when its hitting the water at Mach 2.

EDIT: Another screw-up I made. With the exception of the ECM missiles, my missiles are guided by terminal LIDAR guidance and sattelite telemetry and the ECM missiles not at all.]

A random household, somewhere in the Ineffable Empire
"Darling, the propaganda net just said that the peace-loving, democratic nations of Famina and Dumpsterdam have declared war on us."
"Whatever for dear?"
"I think it had something to do with our attacking Dumpsterdam..."
"That would make sense I suppose...What was our glorious Ineffable leaders response?"
"They sent a message to the leader of Famina, something along the lines of "HAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...Seriously, you're killing us here!...AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA..." etc."
"Indeed? How powerful a nation are they?"
"The infonet says that they have less than half a billion people."
"Oh, our response makes sense then..Did we ever actually declare war with Dumpsterdam?"
"No, I think we forgot about that formality amongst all the killing and whatnot."
"Oh well..."

OOC: This has been a comedy interlude by TST, holding the place for a sensible post.

Edit: Here we go, first part;
Air:
As the bombers streaked away, their radars picked up some surface launches. Interceptor missiles. For most craft, this would be a problem. However, the defenders had obviously forgotten to take into account the hypersonic nature of the hypersoars. As they accelerated to mach 10 and left the area, the missiles pursued at mach 6.5, falling ever further behind until they eventually fell out of the sky, their fuel spent.

Sea:
“Counterattack!!” echoed round the bridges of every ship in the fleet. Before the first enemy shells were even here, the counter-counter attack, alternatively the second wave of the attack, began. The General’s missile plan was put into action.
4000 of the Banshee class anti-ship missiles were launched from the significant reserves aboard the Fury and Predator classes. These were launched at the previously-targetted capital ships of the Dumpsterdamian fleet, and as such no amount of countermeasures from worthless small ships would be effective. Additionally, another 2000 missiles were fired from the other assorted ships in the armada.
The swarm sped towards their targets at just over mach two, guided by GPS and satellite tracking. As they approached they spread themselves out widely, literally to avoid flak, and minimise the damage of cataclysmic multiple pre-target detonations caused by fragmentation. Each missile carried a warhead of 300kg, and was capable of causing significant damage to a Nimitz.

Meanwhile, three Domination class submarines began securing an area to begin mine clearage.

OOC: I need gun details for damage posts. How much is at me? What ships? What type of gun are you firing? (i.e. 6", 16"...)
I'll deal with your missiles at the same time.

"My fellow Marines. It is with a heavy heart that I must tell you as of six this morning I have ordered our young boys into glorious battle. With new technology, however, we shall have little loss of life. We are against a mongrel and his lap dog who believes we are the Great Satan, the anti-Christ, and other things. I am now asking Congress to pass a declaration of war against Dumpsterdam and Farmina. Today, we shall achieve victory with every weapon at our disposal. Our hypersonic bombers took off earlier and they shall have hit their target before you reach a decision."

~~~~~~~~~

Bomber Squadron 18 stepped into their B217s (25 planes) and CMF-175s (75 planes). These planes could bomb from altitudes at or above 105,000 while travelling at mach 5. They also had a new bomb that mixed elemental Flourine and Rubidium (Rb), creating a 10 kt non-nuclear explosion (one bomb per plane). They would reach their target within fifteen minutes of take-off from their Neoman airbase and would be shielded from RADAR by their plasama
~~~~~~~~~

"Congress, reaching a supermajority vote of 700-50 and 245-5, has declared a state of war against Dumpsterdam and Farmina. May Go havepity on their souls." The Speaker of the House read as the bombers neared their target, Dumpsterdam's capital.

The Wirrawayan refugee fleet entered Dumpsterdanian waters shortlt after the initial battle and began to head for the nearest port to begin to take on refugees before the amphibious assault and ground battle began. The fleet stopped some 25 miles off the coast and broadcast this message to the attackers

We wish to dock in port to take on refugees, will you allow us to pass and complete our mission. Millions of innocent lives can be saved if you agree, we hope you take this into consideration when making your decision.

The Vice-Admiral of the Rosian Armada, yes I forgot his name, smirked. He looked at the attack from the Scandavian and Ineffable fleets. He looked out of his pothole in the cabin of the CRS Presidential as the Carriers cruised by aimlessly. The Alexander Class' cannons shining the smoke filled sun. Well, it wouldn't be like that anymore.

The Vice-Admiral stood up, his gleaming white uniform whiter then ever. He walked out and opened the old wooden oak door. He walked down the hall, pothole after pothole every few inches. After a few minutes he ended up in the control room. It was a large room. A big window in the front, you know the control tower? He walked up towards the radio and simply said "Begin the bombardment. Target the frigates, battleships, and cruisers. After the rounds run out stop and await my next order to attack again." Okay so it wasn't that short.

The scene was frantic as the men started preparing for the attack. They took cover from the scene that was about to happen, then it began. Thousands of missiles from every single ship that could launch. Hundreds of them. As the missiles flew and the cannons boomed, the men watched in awe as the thousands of missiles headed towards the unfortunate Dumpsterdamian ships. And that was just a prelimanary strike. They still had thousands of missiles left to attack again.

The Vice-Admiral chuckled. "Now we shall see what happens. Tell the men to reload again. But tell them not to fire either." And so the men were told and the men reloaded. And the Vice-Admiral looked out the control tower with secret glee in his heart, for the Rosian Navy will be tested today. And the Rosian Navy will become famous for the schoolchildren for they can say My father was in the war. and be proud.

((OOC: I launched a balanced missile and cannon attack against your frigates and cruisers. And battleships. So please respond.))

The B217s were directly over Dumpsterdam's Capital, (insert name here). They opened their bomb doors dove to about three thousand feet (from 100,000) in less than a minute. All the while, plasma emitted from the nosecone absorbed almost all kinds of RADAR that were sent at them. The RAM and craft could take the rest. At 3325 feet, the bombs were launched and the planes jumped back to cruising altitude.
~~~~~~~

The CM Navy was 120 miles from the Rosian Navy, and they could see the massive barrage towards the unlucky enemy. With any luck, they would be alongside their allies within four and a half hours.
~~~~~~~~~~

Bomber Squadron 19 jumped into their planes. They had the exact same equiptment as their cousin to the South (Squadron 18), and the same ordinace. The only difference was that unlike 18, 20, 21, 22, 23, and so on and so forth was they they had the mission to soften up the enemy minefields right before the main beachheads as well as the defenders on those beaches. Time on target was expected to be twenty-two minutes at Mach 16.25.

Field Marshall Jefferson stood aboard the one of the many merchant vessels. The Babhian flag flew from every ship. “Can’t let those damned demonlovers catch us,” thought Jefferson.
“Sir, we are about to enter Dumpsterdam’s waters,” said Colonel Simpson, dressed in a sailor’s uniform, greatly to his own displeasure.
“Send a message to Dumpsterdam, we are Bahbians, with a scheduled delivery of valuable cargo, organized before the war. Ask for confirmation for permission to dock as per plans. They’ll know it’s us.”
“Right away, sir,” said Colonel Simpson.
The Field Marshall looked across the water to Dumpsterdam, he should have muttered poetic, but in battle, poetry had no place.

In Farmina the first wave was a secret; the general public didn’t know that Farmina was running a trading company out of Bahbland. What the general public did know was that they hated AMF and its demon loving cronies. Effigies of Damien and a great many flags burnt as chants of “God save Dumpsterdam” and “Death to the Demonlovers” filled the streets of the Farmina.

The celebrations, if one would call them that, were in honor of the “first” wave of Farminans leaving for Dumpsterdam, huge ships had been stockpiled with men and arms. Dumpsterdam had been informed of their route and asked to provide any protection they can.

The High Priest watched over his people, from his balcony in the Golden Abbey. He rose his hands a clear sign he wanted silence.
“My people, the Crazed Marines have declared war on us. On this night our ships leave for Dumpsterdam, there is no turning back. It is clear that those who have fallen under the devil’s spell will not back down, thus force will be used to do God’s work. I want you to all join with me in prayer.”
The crowd outside the abbey came to their knees immediately, those watching the High Priest elsewhere in Farmina, and in Grey Catholic Churches around the world took a little longer to come to their knees.
“God save us from those misguided enough to do Satan’s work. God give us the strength to bring doom upon them as we did to all our previous enemies. God give us hope and love, the things the true enemy fear the most, the things that will help us fight for ever. God in you greatest wisdom save the nation of Dumpsterdam from the encroaching evil, and let the followers of AMF see the error in their ways. Amen.”
“AMEN,” the crowd echoed.
“Now we must hope that God gives us the power to do his work,” and with that the High Priest was wheeled away, as the sound of departing ships filled Farmina.

In Parris Island, President Kowalski was debating what to do about Farmina when he called in his aide.
"John. I have a feeling someone's about to *snigger* buy the Farm. I'm ordering Tommahawk III strikes on their capital. Have half of them filled with explosives, the other half of the missiles with propaganda."

"It shall be done." came the reply.

"Good man...."
~~~~~~~~~

The cruise missile batteries in Neoma were warmed up. The Tommahawk III's were improvements on thier predocessors with four scramjets as both propulsion and stabilization (jets act as the stabilizer, works just better than fins with less drag) as well as having better gyro-stabilizers/guidance program. That day, a total of five thousand missiles were to be launched and their cruising altitude was a mere fifty feet above terrain. Some missiles would be lost, true. However, less would be lost because this would be a true suprise attack. Time-on-Target was estimated at twenty-nine minutes.

[CM, slow down. This isn't a race, so let him respond to your first attack before starting another.]

General Sprit looked at the Supreme Commander. “Foreigners are so predictable,” said the General, “The nation of Crazed Marines has fired several billion dollars of rockets at the Golden Abbey.”
“Has an evacuation been ordered?” asked the Supreme Commander.
“Yes sir. We had already been a large movement of people out of the Golden Abbey and Verica. The few remaining people in the Golden Abbey are being moved. Unfortunately there was a large crowd there tonight,” said the General.
“I’m aware of that,” said the Supreme Commander, “How long until impact?”
“Twenty minutes,” replied the General.
“Arm the counter missiles, not like it will do any good,” replied the Supreme Commander.
“We only have 2,000 operational in the area,” said the General.
“They will have to do,” said the Supreme Commander, “Thankfully we have something a lot more painful in store for the misguided.”
“May they rest in peace,” said General Sprit.


In Bahbland, Cardinal Wurts was pleased with his new business. “Making a profit and fighting a war,” he thought to himself.
“A message, sir,” said his secretary, “From them.”
The Cardinal opened the envelope, slowly read the message and then burnt it.
“Sarah, do we have any trips booked for Crazed Marines,” he asked.
“I believe so, why?” asked the secretary.
“We have to deliver something else why their there. Tell the Bahbians we are ready for the six.”
“Yes, sir, anything else sir,” asked Sarah.
“Get someone to try and organise trips to The Island of Rose, The Silver Turtle and Scandinavian States if you can. We’ll sell them some cheap…also get someone to find out what those nations need or import.”
“Straight away sir,” said Sarah.

OoC: CM, sorry, attack IGNORED.

This is as SS said, not a race and you will have to let me respond.

Please show me the thread where you developed those bombers and bombs with correct details.

My airplanes are currently attacking SS but the main strike from my fleet is directed at TST.

Gierling's naval guns are around 70mm(I think thats possible, if not let me know) and all main guns in my fleet are the standard 30mm fast firing- self reloading weapon. Except for the Seven Provinces which carries 9 52mm guns.

IC:

Quarren gazed at the holo screen, it was red, blood red. Indicating enemy missiles and aircraft heading towards the fleet.
"Sound general alarm, all crews to battle stations!" Quarren looked at the plasma screen showing the outside of the Seven Provinces and saw his own ships launching their missile's and franticly firing their main guns, the attacks coming from the enemy fleet would surely devastate his fleet but he would make it costly.

Missile batteries and cells where emptied, gun magazines expended as carriers launched the last of their aircraft when the first wave struck.
The DRN Rama 7th escort carrier was struck twenty-seven times as it sank, its escort fired franticly and filled the air with flares and countermeasures.

Near the centre things weren't going any better, the Nimitz carriers DRN Capa, DRN Reborn, DRN Vladius and its sister ship the DRN Vlaga where struck numerous times before they went down into the warm waters of the Northern Sea leaving the DRN Texatlon and DRN Toye as the two remaining Nimitz class although both where heavily damaged and limped back to port with a minimal escort.

Aboard the DRN Seven Provinces missile's began to strike, their massive explosions rocking the ship from bow to stern as the reinforced armoured plating buckled and groaned under the explosions, the double hull structure still intact after the huge barrage. Damage report cited that there where no major leaks and the ship would still maintain its worthiness as a battleship, although more hits could severely damage it and probably send it to the bottom.

The next thing where the Behemoth carriers, their massive hulks sped through the water as they where hit, nothing their escorts could do. But again, they proved to be tougher then the Nimitzes but still took a beating.
DRN Raven and DRN Maw where sunk, the DRN Raven sank slightly and came to rest horizontally on a depth of 18 meters. DRN Invincible escaped large unharmed, large holes decorated her sides and flight deck with the DRN Mika sustaining heavy damage and was towed back to port by several of its escorts.

TACCOM STATUS REPORT: 2 Dixie class escort carriers, 4 Nimitz class carriers, 2 Behemoth class super carriers, 52 Karel Doorman class escorts, 39 Ticonderoga class guided missile cruisers, 49 Zeven Provincien class ASW/AA frigates.

Gierling Station

Alfarius marked down the enemy ships on the holo map, yanked a phone off the wall and removed the toothpick from his mouth. "This is Councillor Damocales, targets are bearing on 135.32 North, North-East. Pick targets via satellite and radar, all missile batteries fire at will target their capital ships.
"Affirmative sir." The phone clicked and the connection was broken as Damocales sat back and saw a swarm of blue dots appear on the map, the counter-strike on the enemy.

TACCOM STATUS REPORT: 4500 Lance ASM's, 560 Javelin AAM.

The DRN Seven Provinces reports it is opening fire with its main guns.

Current 30mm shells expended: 89.360.

Wing-leader Theta, currently heading for TST fleet.

Wing-leader Jackson checked to his left and right, hundreds of planes where behind and in front of him as they approached the main part of the enemy fleet. His radar indicated enemy aircraft presence and it was his job together with the other interceptors to hold off the enemy so that the ground attack airplanes could do their job.

He counted 40 total air-wings, which gave it the call-sign Legion with more then 1800 aircraft. The interceptors numbered a good thousand while the ground attack planes took up the rest of the flight, AAM's strapped under his wings he noticed the Lance and Exocet pay-loads on the ground attack planes and smiled, today he would die for his country.
(need to know if your intercepting before I release my missile's).

The Rosian Bombing Attempt, Edit and Rewind, Take #2.

Coastal command detected the Rosian flight long before they reached the coast and redirected both JR interceptors and two SAM batteries to take them out. The JR interceptors launched their compliment of missile's at the maximum distance, 16 in total complimented with the batteries 26's SAM's. Another wave could be fired should the bombers get through.


OoC: again, if I missed something, quote it and ask for a response.

Message to Farminian Fleet.

Off-load troops with all haste at Tallarn Naval Station, two carrier groups and four escort esquadrons are underway to help protect your convoy, please send any combat capable ships to Gierling Station.

Chris Talas,
Supreme Commander Dumpsterdanian Armed Forces.

I.c.

Jim. F. Tuesat, Prime Minister of Celack, sat in the war room with his advisers. In attendance were High Admiral Chuet of the Navy, General Freyboa of the Special-Operations, and Director G. Mann of CI-7.


"Frank, are we ready for Naval mobilization?"

"Yes sir. There is already a fierce naval battle going on and we could send our forces in and help ensure a victory for the allied forces. Then landings could commence"

"George, how much resistance would we have?"

"Intelligence and logic suggests low to medium. With a number of country attacking they'll run out defenders. Even if attrition reaches 5:1 for our side we will overcome them. Their cities would be very susceptical to propoganda as our troops draw near to them."

"Thank you gentlemen. Our target is clear. Prepare all of your men for mobilization. We shall soon strike Dumpsterdam."


o.o.c. Would make longer post, and will later, but rushed because in computer class and my teacher is patroling the room for people not doing their work.

"Ma'am, incoming strike package. Range, 2 kiloklicks" Announced one of the flag bridge's tactical officers.

"Very well, order all fighters to scramble immediately and intercept the incoming threat." Answered the Princess.

The Imperial military was very good at what it did, and the Imperial Navy most of all. So, it knew that it had to be ready to fight aircraft launched from a carrier-dependant navy and knew that to do so effectively required the ability to launch aircraft at incredible rates. This it did, and in due time 1500 fighters and just as many interceptors were in the air.

The F-125 interceptor was an incredibly advanced flying machine; with stealthy features, active radar cancellation, radars that cycled so fast that even Imperial passive sensor suites had trouble detecting them, and a healthy long-range missile payload, she was nearly at the peak of the interceptor art. The F-280 was all that and then some; she was stealthier, had better software packages for her ARC and NPI radar, and even carried the same number of missiles, although to be fair the total payload wasn't as heavy. She was also very nimble where the F-125 was not, which in combination with the hydrostatic g-suits made Imperial Navy fighter pilots extremely dangerous in a knife fight.

The ships had the range first and as soon as the enemy aircraft crossed the 700 kilometer line ten Revenge class destroyers fired their compliment of long-range missiles, roughly three for each and every incoming enemy fighter. The missiles were called the Catapult, and given their range and accuracy the name was fitting. The warheads were not explosive shrapnel like with most SAMs, instead they had a kenetic kill warhead that was made up of a dense osmium-tungsten metal perfect for throwing substantial and solid mass downrange.

As soon as the destroyers finished firing, which took all of six seconds, the fighters and interceptors pounced. Each of the fighters had a top speed of over Mach 2 and they used that to within an inch of its life. At close to maximum range of the Longbow XBVR missiles, roughly 500 kilometers, the F-280s fired their compliment of two and the F-125s launched half of their compliment of ten. In that first launch over ten thousand AAMs came screaming in at hypersonic speeds, as if determined to close with and rip the throat out of the incoming juggernaught.

At that point the interceptors peeled off to defend the fleet from air attack while the fighters continued to close, the sleek and stealthy tailless/finless arrowhead hurtling towards, what would be for some, oblivion.

OoC: This is for my other run not the one from Tempe directed at TST, just so you know.

IC:
Jackson's eye twitched as he yanked on the controlls and gave orders to assume attack formation, the aircraft fanned out with the ground attack aircraft dropping to 20 meters as the first missile's struck.

Fireballs rained down into the sea as plane after plane was hit, bursted into flames and was struck down into the warm sea. Jackson himself and his air-wing where lucky as they released their flares and speeded up to mach 2.4, their radars indicating that the enemy was within range they released their missile's a compliment of eight AAM's at the enemy aircraft heading to intercept them. As they ducked and weaved around incoming fire and prepared to work off enemy aircraft with their 20mm guns.

The ground attack planes launched their missile's a bit early, their compliments of 7 Lance and 7 Exocet missile's would surely wreak havoc on the enemy capital ships and then half of them would close in to finish the job with their duel 30mm cannons.

TACCOM STATUS REPORT: 432 Interceptors lost, 345 Ground attack planes lost. Data incomplete.

Counterattack status: 3185 Exocet launches confirmed, 3185 Lance launches confirmed, 4544 AAM launches confirmed.

The B217s were directly over Dumpsterdam's Capital, (insert name here). They opened their bomb doors dove to about three thousand feet (from 100,000) in less than a minute. All the while, plasma emitted from the nosecone absorbed almost all kinds of RADAR that were sent at them. The RAM and craft could take the rest. At 3325 feet, the bombs were launched and the planes jumped back to cruising altitude.

OOC: i apologise for this interruption but i have to say that this is blatant godmodding;
1)You have not given him a chance to attack.
2)The dive yoru talking about looks like it would be completely unfeasable. I dont think there is anyway you could pull out of that before you hit the ground. The planes you are using are 'stealth' from the impression i get and so it would make it that much harder to perform wild acrobatics with.
3) The bombs you are talking about, they would not give thta kind of yield unless you are talking about 1 biiig bomb. Infact if i might go and check up on how much you would need as i have a nice book for A level chemistry that will tell me.

OOC: Editing this post to save room
IC:
The shells flew towards the Ineffable fleet. Many missed, but not all. The Predators took the worst of the hits, but none suffered a fatal direct hit, mostly since they weren't side-on*. One Antartica carrier was effedtively wrecked. It's radar-stealth was ruined and the runway damaged beyond repair. Two frigates went down too, along with a cruiser.

*for a trimaran battleship it's easier to fire forward than fire a broadside

As the missiles approached, the first line of defence swung into action. For every five incoming missiles, four Euronda class hypersonic missile interceptors were launched. For the remaining missiles, the normal anti-missile defences were relied upon. Two destroyers were sunk, along with a frigate.
As for the anti-aircraft missiles, Eurondas were launched in a one for one ratio. Four planes were downed, one by a rogue interceptor and three by missiles who evaded the interceptors.

OOC: Okay, tiny guns but that's good for me...
IC:
The shells flew towards the Ineffable fleet. Many missed, but not all. One frigate had a hull damaged by several repeated hits, but remained combat effective. Four Predators took many hits, due to their nature of being massive targets. However, their armour was designed to take shots from a Doujin, or another Predator, and so the shells, more like large bullets, simply bounced off. One Hell class suffered damage to the runway, causing a technician to break his nose as he tripped over a dent and fell on his face.
As the missiles approached, the first line of defence swung into action. For every five incoming missiles, four Euronda class hypersonic missile interceptors were launched. For the remaining missiles, the normal anti-missile defences were relied upon. Two destroyers were sunk, along with a frigate.
As for the anti-aircraft missiles, Eurondas were launched in a one for one ratio. Four planes were downed, one by a rogue interceptor and three by missiles who evaded the interceptors.

OoC: Sorry, TST, typo in my post, spend too much time with SpringSharp and I cocked up the inches/mm thingie in the convertor when I finaly posted it up.

There around 41 Inches(should have been inches from the start and again, tell me if its possible) and I have ten batteries of five stationed around Gierling. Duno how I got up with 52mm, I have army artillery with a much greater calibre then that.

Short post I know.

IC:

TACCOM STATUS REPORT: 3540 Lance, 720 Principe, 354 Javelin remaining.

OOC: Yes, I am intercepting. That's why I already had 1000 (well, now 996) fighters airborne already.
IC:
As the incoming fighter fleet was detected, the entire anti-aircraft capability of the Ineffable fleets was deployed.
The 996 fighters engaged their main engines and streaked towards the enemy fighters, while the ceaseless noise of the naval guns was drowned out by the sound of jet engines, as every Wasp and Aurora in the airfleets was launched. As soon as the enemy fighters were within range the SAMs began launching their Shriek missiles, two for every fighter.
The intercepting fighters screamed up to their very top speed of mach 4.7 and launched all eight of their Hydra air-to-air missiles, without slowing, thy sped past the enemy fighters strafing them with cannon fire as they approached and passed, then launched their 1000kg air-surface missiles at the enemy battleships before tearing around and engaging the enemy aircraft in dogfights at mach 3.5.

(OOC: To summarise, just under 4000 missiles at your fleet, principally your supercarriers and bigass battleships, from my fighters. These are basically supersonic cruise missiles (mach 2.3), and just under 8000 missiles at your fighters. These are heatseeking, with friend/foe programming (i.e. if they're still around during the dogfight they won't hit me))

It took several minutes, but when they were all finally launched the newly launched fighters and fighter-bombers split themselves up. Half remained in the vicinity of the carriers, while half joined the initial fighters and engaged the enemy...
(OOC: More info when I have more time. This is just to let you know.)

The flight leader decided it was time to play hardball in a big way and end this for good. The Dumpy fighter pilots had been clever to sucker them in like they had, which meant he had to play the card that he had wanted to save for later. Using a present signal in his comms suite, he signaled his fighters to begin emergency evasion manuevers and to start using their Pallas Athena ARCs.

The fighters, divided into 12-aircraft squadrons, began to pull fast and hard jinks and other manuevers, largely dependent on where they were in the formation. Then the Pallas Athena came on and radars all over started to register those thousand fighters as being all over the place juking wildly instead of the neat manuever formations they were actually maintaining. All of this, however, did not prevent losses; two squadrons miscued and crashed into each other, another grew overconfident in having dodged the initial wave and didn't ever see and several missiles crashed into each fighter (afterwards everything thought it was an accident, although nobody could know for certain if the near impossible had happened and the entire squadron's Pallas systems failed,) and here and there there were similar losses that added up to another three squadrons.

Whatever the case of these losses the fighters now turned their Pallas systems to simple cancellation and disappeared from practically every radar screen within distance, even the Imperial Navy radars had to take time to catch up and overtake the cancellation. The Imperial Navy fighters were careful now; they flanked, slippped above, below, and even behind the enemy fighters. Then they sprung the trap, each fighter firing six missiles apiece at max range, leaving only two short-ranged missiles for self defense. The squadron commanders abandoned machismo for a moment and made the decision to return to their carriers, the fighters turned tail and accelerated to their maximum speed of Mach 2.8 putting as much distance as possible between them and the enemy.

However, it was not done. The interceptors had turned on their ARCs as well and as soon as their fighter brethren had start home they'd fired everything they had left. Yet it was still not done, for the Imperial Navy destroyers would speak once again. Half of the Revenge class DDENs, so aptly named at this point, simply let loose; over 20,000 missiles streaked down the corridor so cleverly left by the Imperial Navy fighters, the cat was tired of playing and now the mouse was going to die.

While the Mk45 CAMDS of the Gaea class destroyers dealt with the incoming missiles the battlecruisers also had their say, this time in the form of two of the remaining salvoes left in the forward cells of the battlecruisers. Again another full salvo visited the fleets deployed near Geiring Station and the other salvo was aimed at Geiring station itself. This time there was no pretense, the ECM missiles went full blast from the very beginning and used every trick in their repetoir to befuddle the Dumpies.

[Let's see, here's the missiles count so far: 8,640 AAMs fired at your interceptors, 20,736 SAMs fired at all of the aircraft in your strike package, and 13,824 Ironhawk SLCMs launched at the targets noted and divided evenly.]

OOC:
1) Let me explain. All those were simeltaneous attacks.
2) I was posting the general plan for the attack, not the attack's sucess itself. Feel free to down a few dozen planes. Sorry for the lack of clairity
3) The bomb itself is using elemental Flourine and Elemental Rubidium. When mixed together, both of these will produce one hundreth of a kt per mole of these elements (one mole is around 300 grams and the bombs a few thousand pounds). I'm not expecting 100% yield on this either.
4) Please quote and edit the attacks to show your actions to them, Dump. I'll be more than happy to edit to that, itsjust that the planes flew so high that I would be suprissed that you could respond.

General Whang grinned. The battle was slowly going in their favour. He knew all-too-well how fickle the fates could be, but so far he hadn't even begun to use the submarines...
Oh yes, victory was inevitable.
He broadcast his next round of orders to his fleet;
"Alright everybody, listen up. This is where we kill them. We need to take out those shore-based guns before they kill our uberships. All guns in range targetted at the ground batteries. Tomahawk-4s as well. Prepare another hypersoar bomb run when the runways are clear. And more Banshees at the enemy fleet, sink their last big ships. And send in the first wave of Sharks"
Within seconds, the massive naval guns fell silent. The slow, grinding sound of re-aligning guns was heard, and about a minute later the air was once again filled with the sound of booming cannons. Accompanied with this was the sound of thousands of missiles being launched.

OOC: Summary: 3000 Tomahawk-4s were launched, and the same number of naval shells as before, all at the ground-based guns. Another 1500 Banshees were launched at your big ships (carriers/battleships etc)

The small Shark class boats sped off towards the enemy fleets, their hydrofoils lifting them clear of the minefield. One unlucky one hit a very shallow mine, but the satellite data kept the other 53 in this wave clear of them. They approached at 50 knots, but slowed to a mere forty when they inside the enemy fleets. Knowing this could well be a suicide mission, they released their three torpedoes each as soon as the enemy ships were within range.
Splitting into their three-boat squadrons, they swept alongisde the stricken enemy ships. They dashed along, within twenty metres of the enemy ships, and deployed the Webs. These small, adhesive mines had a two second fuse, just long enough for the deploying boat to get out of range before the small but powerful mine detonated and tried to blow a hole in the side of the ship, just around the waterline. Sure, for some of the larger ships it may not make a hole, but smaller frigates, destroyers or cruisers would be vulnerable to this tiny yet deadly sharkbite.

OOC: Shark stats in the OOC page, along with the Tomahawk-4. And if you hadn't noticed, I edited the earlier post to take account of your bigger guns.
Also, this is at roughly the same time as the launching of the fighters etc, so I've not done the bombers yet.

The Vice-Admiral chuckled as soon as he heard the report. "150 ships sunk or damaged from our attack?" The sailor that gave him the report nodded. The Vice-Admiral grinned. "Excellent, commence ano-" Boom! The missile counter attack against the Rosian Navy begun. Men from the Frigates and other combat ships began to fire flak and anti-missile missiles at the missiles. That's alot of missiles. The Captains within their ships already began standard maneuvers. The combat ships such as the Frigates and Cruisers began moving front as to protect the Carriers and other heavy ships. But the damage was already done.

The Vice-Admiral Frank Barons stood up from the rocking Command ship. He fell down, and he didn't even try to get his hat. He saw from his Tower some burning ships, around 30 of them, all Garland Class Frigates. And he also saw a Chinook approaching the CRS Presidential, it was Admiral Fred Hattens. The Chinook landed on the Helipad, Hattens was rushing towards the Control Tower and when he arrived... he was angry.

Hattens raised his finger and started shouting. "Barons you fucking idiot! I did not give you the fucking order to attack! Look at what you've done!" Frank Barons simply walked up to him and gave him the damage report. Hattens grinned. "Okay... so we're doing better, and what's our damage?"

A sailor quickly gave him a document stating the casualties.

30 Garland Class Frigates
3 Roska Class Escort Carriers
1 Alexander Class Battleship
2 R/B-91 destroyed due to SAM fire

These ships/planes are either damaged or sunk. It is yet to be determined.

Fred Hattens sighed happily. "It's not that bad. Order one more missile and cannon barrage." Frank nodded.

The order was given once more. They would finish the remnants of the Dumpsterdinian Defense Fleet. The men loaded the missile tube, they loaded the cannons, they loaded the flak, they loaded anything that came out of a barrel and went boom. The cannons turned towards the fleet, the missiles aimed.

The men were not at awe this time. The missiles flew, thousands of them once more. They covered the sun, heading towards any ship that wasn't destroyed. With the combined power of the Ineffable and Rosian Armada, the Dumpsterdamian Fleet would be destroyed. And soon, the next part of the operation would commence, the bombardment of the coast and the clearing of the mines.

((OOC: I am assuming I sunk those ships. And I am assuming that counter attack is directed towards me. And I hope these casualties are okay due to your lack of missile firing ships. And my CIWS system.))

"Admiral Duwey, Dumpsterdam fleet within missile range!" come the cry from one ensign.

"Very good son. Order Tommahawk III attacks at sea-level+ plus 25. Don't let them know what's coming. I want every missile on the rack to fire." The Admiral, in his khaki uniform, calmly stated while taking a long puff from his corn-cob pipe. At that very instant, three-hundred and fifty Tommahawk III missiles came screaming off the ships sides towards the Dumpsterdam. The next salvo would be ready within ten minutes. By then, the Tommahawks should have hit with their 500kg Octocol warheads.

Field Marshal Jefferson saw no reason to delay any longer. “Prepare to dock in Dumpsterdam. There is no sign of an enemy attack against us, and if there was it would be an attack against Bahbland.”

As sailors enacted his orders, Colonel Simpson entered the room with the gloomiest of looks. “What is the problem Colonel?”
Simpson replied, “Sir, Crazed Marines has launched a missile strike on the capital, the High Priest is dead.”
“God have mercy on his sole,” said Jefferson, switching on his radio.
…is a dark day for the glorious nation of Farmina. For those only just tuning in, Crazed Marines has launched a missile strike against the Golden Abbey, obliterating the structure, the village and the surrounds. Although the brave efforts of the Farminan army saved many lives, there were inevitable casualties, including the High Priest of the Grey Catholic Church of Farmina. The elected councils has declared this act a war crime; both as a deliberate attack on civilian and the deliberate assassination of a leader. Let it be known that these crimes committed by demonlovers will not deter us; in fact they show the threat we face. In fact we will strike Crazed Marines with the full force of our will. In God we trust. The new High Priest has not been presented, but he is a young 16 year old boy…”

“They are monsters, to do that to an old man. How evil,” said Jefferson.
“160 wasn’t he?” asked Simpson.
“I suppose he was, well he had a good run,” replied Jefferson, “Now it is up to us to avenge him in the name of Almighty God and Glorious Farmina.”
“I suggest you look at this,” added Simpson handing over a freshly printed file, “I haven’t seen it, and I may not.”
Colonel gave a quick salute and left.
“Interesting,” muttered Jefferson, as he skimmed the short document. Apparently the abbey’s sublevels were in tact and use. Furthermore the High Priest hadn’t been killed in the blast; whether or not by the blast was debatable.

OOC: If any nation is going to allow the Babhian traders in could they please tell me?

"President Kowalski. Official reoprts say that Farmina's leader was killed by our missile strike!"

"Who's reports? Any verifications?"

"Only their words. Nobody has viewed the body."

"I don't trust it. Order an immeadiate salvo on the same target. I want to make sure it ain't propaganda. You know its SOP to bomb a target thrice before believing any intel."

"Yes Mr. President. How many in this salvo?"

"Twenty-four hundred sounds like a good number. We do have some stockpiled after all, so they're payed for." the President finished as he got out a micro-filtered cigar and lit it.

"Sounds good sir. They should be over half-way there before you finish that one."

"Very good. I want to be finished with this cigar within ten minutes..."

"General, trading ships are attempting tol ented Dumpsterdam."
"What nation?"
"Analysis of the flags suggest they're from the nation of Bahbland."
"Never heard of them."
"We intercepted a transmission from the ships to Dumpsterdam, it also suggests they're Bahblandians, with important cargo. However, the use of the phrase organised before the war suggests it's nothing of the sort."
"Hmm, I don't like this..."

OOC: Farmina, we're having a discussion about what to do with your ships. Don't assume you're past us yetl

"General, trading ships are attempting tol ented Dumpsterdam."
"What nation?"
"Analysis of the flags suggest they're from the nation of Bahbland."
"Never heard of them."
"We intercepted a transmission from the ships to Dumpsterdam, it also suggests they're Bahblandians, with important cargo. However, the use of the phrase organised before the war suggests it's nothing of the sort."
"Hmm, I don't like this..."

OOC: Farmina, we're having a discussion about what to do with your ships. Don't assume you're past us yetl

OoC: I've assisted Farmina in a war they where having, Bahbland was actualy a nation that was planning on attacking me so as far as you know their sending in troops or paying tribute so we don't blow their sorry arses up later on.

OOC: Okay, but that would mean they'd probably be helping you. Ergo, we don't want that to happen, so we point guns and check it's nothing that will help you against us. If it was troops, well we don't want that. If it was tribute, we'd take it.
Also, just a short post, since this will take a while
IC:
As the mine problem was discussed, somone back in The Silver Turtle had a bright idea. Half an hour later, planes in the Empire were loaded. Specifically, the large-ass hypersoars.
A new bomb had been developed to counter something more like the coastal defences, but it would destroy the mines too.
With the new bombs loaded, the airfleet took off, and headed for Dumpsterdam.

Three CM contractors and military R&D personnel watched this bomb being loaded. It was a spin-off of one of their bombs, and as such, they felt like grandfathers watching their grandchildren enter the world. This would be the first war shot of this bomb, and these were the ones who made sure it would go BOOM, well at least buummumumumumumumumumu...

They hoped the bomb would open the way for their forces to invade.

OOC: Sorry for my absence, some idiot cut a cable killing the net, still not fixed.

IC: Jefferson waited for the final permission to dock.

[The Macabee War Machine Moves]
OOC: Sorry for my period of inactivity - I originally thought I broke my arm, but it's only a sprain. However, my posting will be slow and I will have to take my time. Sorry to my allies for not being here for them - I have returned.

And I have made my decision to not role play with future tech nations - however, since Silver Turtle's tech is mostly 2020 or 2030 I will role play with that.

IC:

From Targul Frumos, Freemantia, Sidi Rezegh, Freemantia, and other submarine pens around the Macabee territory of Freemantia, three hundred Type II Toledo SSNs cut through the waves, as the control towers waved at their brave men willing to die for allies and their own nation. However, their dying would not be easy. The Toledo was a state of the art submarine and they had been the receivers of last minute upgrades, including a longer towed array, set in the main ballast of the submarine. Their sleek black figures were hidden to the eye as they set under the waves, reaching for a submerged depth of two kilometers, using their titanium frame to support the depth. Each submarine was armed with four MT-2 hybrid/SuCav torpedoes, three MAT-1 SuCav anti-torpedoes, and twenty five Principe IIIs, although their load was lightened, carrying the MT-1, instead of the MT-2, torpedo.

The submarines were not working together, and would split up and fan out throughout the sea opposite of Dumpsterdam. Neither would they get close to enemy formations. Instead, some one hundred fifty submarines would sit about three hundred kilometers from Silver Turtle's ASW perimeter - perhaps farther out if Silver Turtle was found to be particularly active. The rest of the force would fan out, searching for targets racing to aid Silver Turtle in any advent, and would protect this main strike force. Perhaps they would also provide subsequent missile power to finish off Silver Turtle's fleet - perhaps not. It all depended on the unfolding of events around Dumpsterdam.

They were told not to hope for immediate aid. The Macabee Imperial Government had to cope with three ensuing operations. Dumpsterdam was just a third of the problem. Assaults on Zarbia and Aust were ensuing and the Macabees had to send aids to those allies as well. It also very troubling that SafeHaven surrendered, as SafeHaven was the strong point of the defense - however, that was probably due to a lack of Macabee aid, however temporary. The Macabees would have to talk to Savehaven. But for now, the submarines were the main part of the assault - and for now it was kept secret from all echelons of command, even their own.


[The Macabee Air Space]
To: All Nations

Should your sattelites or other orbital structures venture close to our air space they will be immediately shot down. Only allied sattelites will be allowed over, as well as strictly neutral sattelites.

[Other Deployments]
Due to the look over of other conflicts dealing with the NATO/RWC wars the Macabee Empire decided it was necessary to put full pressure in the waters and land around Dumpsterdam before focusing attention on other allies. Their had been several talks between the Macabees and Dumpsterdam and it was agreed that a strategy had to be conjured, and as was promised, a strategy was made. Now it was time to carry out the said strategy.

The 1st, 2nd, and 3rd Carrier Task Forces were prepared to leave Targul Frumos. That meant that about six hundred ships were now making their way towards the waters of Dumpsterdam in order to put martial pressure on the forces arrayed against the allies of the Macabees. The complete make up is as follows:

Each Task Force Is Made up of the Following:
* 5 Rommel class Battleships
* 6 Pocket Battleships
* 5 Model class Carriers
* 10 Escort Carriers
* 20 Clauswitz class Frigates
* 20 Seydlitz class Cruisers
* 30 Manstein class Destroyers
* 50 Patrol Boats
* 30 Type II Nuclear Submarines
* 100 Assorted Other Ships

OOC: I've just heard of the put off until Friday - I probably wont be on this weekend but will continue operations Monday.

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IC:

((Just to finish this one quickly...))

Also going to Dumpsterdam:


1,000 MMA-A1 Kondors
1,500 MMA-A2 Hawks
300 MMA-B1 Eagles
300 MMA-C1 Albatrosses
30 Hypersoars
200 MMA-D1 Reconaissance
100 MMA-D2 AWACs


Ah, also, the fleets are protected by a triple ASW perimeter (50kms, 100kms and 200kms respectively), a strong CAP, and a strong AWACs (20kms and 200kms respectively). I probably forgot a whole bunch of other things but I have to go.

OOC: Please use the OOC thread for numbers, that's what it's for. Thanks!
And anti-satellite warfare will be dealt with using space fighters. And if you annoy me, starships too. Anti-satellite missiles don't tend to fare well against Point Defence Lasers and Defensive Kinetic Kill Missiles designed to annihilate missiles aimed at kilometer-long starships. The same goes for WMD, in case you were getting any bright ideas.
IC:
"General Whang, satellite imaging shows that The Macabees has joined the war. They're sending several fleets."
"What's their sub status look like?"
"Can't really tell, but it may be slightly larger than ours."
"What's our info on their subs?"
"Not as good as ours."
"Good. I want reinforcements."
"Sir?"
"You heard me."
"Sir, we have three fleets already..."
"I know, and I said I want more. Overwhelming tactical superiority, that's how I've always worked. We have the cutting edge technology, but now we need more. We were already outnumbered. Now we're very outnumbered. I want more forces."
"Un..Understood sir."

Another, greater armada left the Ineffable ports that day. Soon, over half the standing Ineffable navy would be deployed. If deployments like this continued reserves would have to be called up...
OOC: See OOC thread for details

The Fourth High Priest, Justinian, stood before his people in the scantest of robes, yet elegant and appropiate in their simplicity. The inauguration was complete and his predecessor cremated and scattered. The fit young 16 year old now had the power that had come from a decrepit old man, barely capable of movement.

He raised his arm to call for silence. His first speech to the world was to begin.

“My people, I have a dream of a glorious peace. A peace where all Christians will live side by side in peace and all people will know God. However we cannot know this peace until the butchers of Crazed Marines face justice. There can be no peace when nations slaughter each others leaders without fear or redemption. Furthermore peace is dependent of freedom. The freedom of our people is threatened by the looming cloud of AMF. Perhaps we are not on the near menu, but the demonlovers will come for us, it is inevitable. If we do not fight in the countries already under threat, then they will just be removed and the war will come to our soil. Let it be known that we shall make our stand in Dumpsterdam. We shall repel AMF’s foul minions and aid our allies in the fight against the demonlovers so they can aid us. To further emphasize our need to repel the enemy where they are, I have ordered another fleetload of men and equipment, meaning there will be three fleets in the water…”
---
Field Marshal Jefferson sat up as he heard the High Priest’s first blunder. He had said three fleets, not two, meaning he had counted the supposed Bahbian fleet. If the other nations picked up on the slip, it could all be over. With all his speed he delivered sent a message to the Dumpsterdamians and Macabees, sparing little time for code.

Bahbian fleet under threat of attack.
Valuable tractor cargo threatened.
Send immediate protection.
Preparing to dock.

Jefferson hoped his allies also would extend protection to the two obvious Farminan transport fleets.
---
Justinian continued, “…This war will not end till we show these demonlovers our willpower and the true evil they support. Damien is a puppet of the devil and we will not allow his influence to spread. Victory in Sinear and our seas is now secure with Rotovia meeting our terms, bringing them in line with Nowhere Place, Bahbland and Sinear who all recognize Farmina as a glorious and powerful nation. Let AMF’s followers join this trend of falling to their knees in the face of God’s people. Let it be known that revenge of the demonloving nation of Crazed Marines is still on the agenda, and closer than they expect…”
---
Cardinal Wurts sat in his quite office in Bahbland. “Have we surplus of the agricultural capital?”
Sarah nodded, they both had been concerned of the presence of Bahbian bugs, and Bahbland always sold to the highest bidder.
“I think Crazed Marines could do with a new agricultural revolution. Tell Mr. Blaire to book as much dock storage and shipping space as he can. We will flood the Marines with this new equipment.”
Sarah nodded and left the room.
---
“…In God’s name we act, for the honour of our country, for the safety of our children, and for the glory of our ally. Never forget that Farminan blood will soak Dumpsterdam to stop these murderers stepping foot in our country.”

OOC: I'm assuming that the "Bahbian" fleet has positioned itself wisely.
Also I'm not going to go through the whole procedure of buying Marine dock space, just tell me whats for sale.

OOC: 23rd Dec, ready to roll. Dealing with Farm's stuff until Dump turns up.
IC:
Transmission to the Bhablandian ships:
"Bhablandian vessels, my apologies for the delay. We have decided not to destroy you, and to let you pass unmolested. Have luck trading in a war zone, don't forget to duck!"

As an aide turned to question the General, he held up a hand.
"I know even better than you that they might be carrying anything, from food to aid a siege, ammunition to fight us, or even tanks or troops...well, perhaps not many tanks. But, I have a cunning plan..."
"Is it as cunning as a fox, who used to Professor of Cunning at Oxford University, but has now moved on, and works for the United Nations as the head of the Department of Cunning Planning?"
"Yes."
"Ooooh...That's cunning!"
"They'll have to penetrate the minefield to get to Dumpsterdam. If we monitor them we can find the safe shipping lane(s). Oh, and we have four fleets here already, not three.
Now, we have reinforcements on the way. ETA?"
"13 hours sir."
"M'kay. Tell the HyperSoars back home to prepare for lift off. I want a few nations carpet bombed. What's the ETA on the new bomb?"
"It's just arriving sir. About ten minutes."

OoC: Totaly lost track of all attacks, I have no idea where to start.

*is feeling a bit swamped at the moment*

Just quote and I'll respond.

IC:

To: Farminian Transport Fleets.
From: Tallarn Naval Command.
Incryption: Damocales.

Passage has been granted to Tallarn Naval Station, escort groups have been mobilised. Please pass with all haste to allow repositioning of minefield.

The Vice-Admiral chuckled as soon as he heard the report. "150 ships sunk or damaged from our attack?" The sailor that gave him the report nodded. The Vice-Admiral grinned. "Excellent, commence ano-" Boom! The missile counter attack against the Rosian Navy begun. Men from the Frigates and other combat ships began to fire flak and anti-missile missiles at the missiles. That's alot of missiles. The Captains within their ships already began standard maneuvers. The combat ships such as the Frigates and Cruisers began moving front as to protect the Carriers and other heavy ships. But the damage was already done.

The Vice-Admiral Frank Barons stood up from the rocking Command ship. He fell down, and he didn't even try to get his hat. He saw from his Tower some burning ships, around 30 of them, all Garland Class Frigates. And he also saw a Chinook approaching the CRS Presidential, it was Admiral Fred Hattens. The Chinook landed on the Helipad, Hattens was rushing towards the Control Tower and when he arrived... he was angry.

Hattens raised his finger and started shouting. "Barons you fucking idiot! I did not give you the fucking order to attack! Look at what you've done!" Frank Barons simply walked up to him and gave him the damage report. Hattens grinned. "Okay... so we're doing better, and what's our damage?"

A sailor quickly gave him a document stating the casualties.

30 Garland Class Frigates
3 Roska Class Escort Carriers
1 Alexander Class Battleship
2 R/B-91 destroyed due to SAM fire

These ships/planes are either damaged or sunk. It is yet to be determined.

Fred Hattens sighed happily. "It's not that bad. Order one more missile and cannon barrage." Frank nodded.

The order was given once more. They would finish the remnants of the Dumpsterdinian Defense Fleet. The men loaded the missile tube, they loaded the cannons, they loaded the flak, they loaded anything that came out of a barrel and went boom. The cannons turned towards the fleet, the missiles aimed.

The men were not at awe this time. The missiles flew, thousands of them once more. They covered the sun, heading towards any ship that wasn't destroyed. With the combined power of the Ineffable and Rosian Armada, the Dumpsterdamian Fleet would be destroyed. And soon, the next part of the operation would commence, the bombardment of the coast and the clearing of the mines.

((OOC: I am assuming I sunk those ships. And I am assuming that counter attack is directed towards me. And I hope these casualties are okay due to your lack of missile firing ships. And my CIWS system.))

((OOC: Have fun.))

((OOC: Have fun.))

OoC: Whatever your throwing at it, I'll add it up to CM, TST and SS(soon as they quote it), my fleet will be destroyed anyway.

OOC: There are also bombers en route, and there was another post about my losses but that's not really relevant for you.
Upper part: your fighters that were approaching my fleet
Lower part: The small attack boats running through the remains of your fleet.
OOC: Yes, I am intercepting. That's why I already had 1000 (well, now 996) fighters airborne already.
IC:
As the incoming fighter fleet was detected, the entire anti-aircraft capability of the Ineffable fleets was deployed.
The 996 fighters engaged their main engines and streaked towards the enemy fighters, while the ceaseless noise of the naval guns was drowned out by the sound of jet engines, as every Wasp and Aurora in the airfleets was launched. As soon as the enemy fighters were within range the SAMs began launching their Shriek missiles, two for every fighter.
The intercepting fighters screamed up to their very top speed of mach 4.7 and launched all eight of their Hydra air-to-air missiles, without slowing, thy sped past the enemy fighters strafing them with cannon fire as they approached and passed, then launched their 1000kg air-surface missiles at the enemy battleships before tearing around and engaging the enemy aircraft in dogfights at mach 3.5.

(OOC: To summarise, just under 4000 missiles at your fleet, principally your supercarriers and bigass battleships, from my fighters. These are basically supersonic cruise missiles (mach 2.3), and just under 8000 missiles at your fighters. These are heatseeking, with friend/foe programming (i.e. if they're still around during the dogfight they won't hit me))

It took several minutes, but when they were all finally launched the newly launched fighters and fighter-bombers split themselves up. Half remained in the vicinity of the carriers, while half joined the initial fighters and engaged the enemy...
(OOC: More info when I have more time. This is just to let you know.)

General Whang grinned. The battle was slowly going in their favour. He knew all-too-well how fickle the fates could be, but so far he hadn't even begun to use the submarines...
Oh yes, victory was inevitable.
He broadcast his next round of orders to his fleet;
"Alright everybody, listen up. This is where we kill them. We need to take out those shore-based guns before they kill our uberships. All guns in range targetted at the ground batteries. Tomahawk-4s as well. Prepare another hypersoar bomb run when the runways are clear. And more Banshees at the enemy fleet, sink their last big ships. And send in the first wave of Sharks"
Within seconds, the massive naval guns fell silent. The slow, grinding sound of re-aligning guns was heard, and about a minute later the air was once again filled with the sound of booming cannons. Accompanied with this was the sound of thousands of missiles being launched.

OOC: Summary: 3000 Tomahawk-4s were launched, and the same number of naval shells as before, all at the ground-based guns. Another 1500 Banshees were launched at your big ships (carriers/battleships etc)

The small Shark class boats sped off towards the enemy fleets, their hydrofoils lifting them clear of the minefield. One unlucky one hit a very shallow mine, but the satellite data kept the other 53 in this wave clear of them. They approached at 50 knots, but slowed to a mere forty when they inside the enemy fleets. Knowing this could well be a suicide mission, they released their three torpedoes each as soon as the enemy ships were within range.
Splitting into their three-boat squadrons, they swept alongisde the stricken enemy ships. They dashed along, within twenty metres of the enemy ships, and deployed the Webs. These small, adhesive mines had a two second fuse, just long enough for the deploying boat to get out of range before the small but powerful mine detonated and tried to blow a hole in the side of the ship, just around the waterline. Sure, for some of the larger ships it may not make a hole, but smaller frigates, destroyers or cruisers would be vulnerable to this tiny yet deadly sharkbite.

OOC: Shark stats in the OOC page, along with the Tomahawk-4. And if you hadn't noticed, I edited the earlier post to take account of your bigger guns.
Also, this is at roughly the same time as the launching of the fighters etc, so I've not done the bombers yet.

Jefferson placed his foot in dry land. The "Bahbian" merchant fleet and the first Farminan troop fleet was pulling into dock.

Jefferson threw his arms out in both directions. It may seem like an absurd gesture, but for the first time in to long he could do it without hitting something.

He hoped the Dumpsterdamians had made preparations for him. "All right you grunts, move this equipment off the boats, now!"
The generals quickly repeated his call.

All heavy weaponary had come in parts, not yet assembled. Crates were lowered each full of a certain item; grenades, rifles, shells or cogs. He hoped that in God's name the equipment would be easy to assemble, since there was so much of it. The fleets had used the crates as tables and chair. Jefferson had only just become aware that he had been sitting of a crate of high explosives that had been mislabelled.

He paused as his general's gathered around him, then began to speak, "We are here, there is no turning back. Our future is uncertain, but our victory is vital. I wish to meet the leaders of Dumpsterdam to organise a combined stratergy. We must have revenge for the late High Priest, we must stop the spread of AMF tyranny and we must aid our allies. In God's name."
The General's echoed, "In God's name."
"Well get to work," yelled Jefferson, "Preparing is every man's duty not just a privates."

Cardinal Wurts sat in his quite office in Bahbland. “Have we surplus of the agricultural capital?”
Sarah nodded, they both had been concerned of the presence of Bahbian bugs, and Bahbland always sold to the highest bidder.
“I think Crazed Marines could do with a new agricultural revolution. Tell Mr. Blaire to book as much dock storage and shipping space as he can. We will flood the Marines with this new equipment.”
Sarah nodded and left the room.


"Captain. Trader vessel off the Port Bow!" an excited ship member aboard the flagship CMS Halsey shouted.

"I see it. Farminan flag. Send a mess age to HQ. Have sighted enemy trading vessel. Requesting permission to engage. No visible escorts and Sonar has been clear for the past three hours." The Captain then grabbed a bull-horn and shouted, "You are an enemy flagged vessel within CM waters. Prepare to be boarded and dealt with according to the laws of Crazed Marines!"

"It is away Captain. Reply will be within three minutes."

"Thank you Lieutenant. Have the Marines board and prepare charges. Use 2 and a half tons of C-12 (3x more powerful than C-4). That will blow whatever thay have sky-high. Make sure the cargo is thoroughly destroyed. We don't want a biological attack just 100 miles off-shore."

"Yes sir. Marine Boarding parties prepare. Grab tatical plus as much C-12 as you can carry![i]." The Lieutenant screamed over the intercomm as the reply from HQ came back. It read [i]Fire at will. Good luck and good hunting.

"Captain, they said to shoot."

"Good. Prepare all deck guns and torpedo tubes."

"Will do! Anything else?"

"MOPP gear. No sense in starting a biological threat on the class ship." the Captain said as he donned his NBC suit as did his crew. The Marines were prepared and had their guns at the ready the whole way over the waves on their zulu boats. The Marines boarded and searched the ship, killing every crew-member in sight. They made their way to the cargo hold and saw crates just labelled as "Agriculture products".

"Captain Keyes. This is Sergeant Murphy of the Boarding party. We have what's labelled as Agriculture products. Recommend alert one for NBC attack."

"Roger Sarge. Place all the C-12 around it and get the hell out of there. We'll blow it up then use it for target practice with the deck guns and the below-deck guns once it is sunk."

"Aye aye Captain. Get tatical Marines! Let's blow this mother up!" the Sergeant shouted as Farminan blood was dripping on his boot from a freshly killed enemy.

"President Kowalski. We have stopped a Farminan merchant ship 100 miles off our coast. The Admirals ordered it sunk fearing a biological attack."

"Good...now if they're willing to use a bio-attack, so are we. Have the next salvo of Tommahawks loaded with Ebola 2. Target the whole country. They'll all be dead within a week..." The President then begins to laugh and mutters, "I thought they'd learn when we killed their first leader. Now i guess I'll have to kill them all to teach our enemies, I guess."

The Tommahawks were prepared with ten vials of the Ebola 2 virus in each. This virus was specifically bred to incubate in an hour and kill within a day. Their targets were mainly cities around the country, but also agricultural areas as well in case someone tried to flee to the country. The vials were prepared in such a way that they would shatter on impact, no explosion, and that the front end would be torn apart exposing anyone who came to investigate or possibly defuse the "warhead", they would be infected. This virus was not curable in any way except one, prevention. The dead would have to be cremated at over 1,500 degrees Celsius to kill the virus, and this was a bugger of a virus to not contaminate a partially unprotected enemy. It could go through even a .01 micron porcelan filter. The Tommahawks were loaded remotely and deployed. The Farminans could say goodbye to its land.

OOC: CM I haven't started my revenge attack yet. Furthermore I won't be doing it under Farminan flag. Mr Blaire is a legitamate Bahbian buisiness man; who runs the Yellow Sun Trading Corporation which trades massive amounts of product, mainly agricultural capital. He is an asset of Wurts. Wurts is head of the "spare" Farminan government and ambassador to Bahbland. The attack will come in the form of conventional explosives. We respond in kind.

OoC: Just letting you know CM, if you use biological agents against my ally I will retalitate, with full force.

PS: TST, your plan for the minefield sounds good(to you) but I'm letting in the Farminians near the south, directly near Tallarn and you guys are on the north while if you do manage to slip inside the corridor near the south you'll have some problems with landing there.

Dealing with your missile attack at the same time as SS and CM.

Check OoC Thread for details on operation Sledgehammer for this war.

IC:

Gierling ground radar was already tracking the small crafts passing the minefield and aproaching the shatterd hulls of the northern defence fleet. It had become clear to operators and staff back in the command bunker that the attack boats had been launched to finish off any survivors and there was no way in hell that they would let that happen. An entire interceptor wing was launched to deal with the small boats now within the minefield and in range of smaller coastal guns.

The JackRabbit ground attack planes rolled from the clouds, the small boats firing their web launchers at the hulks of several crippeld Karel Doorman class frigates. The wingleader picked the first craft, dual 30mm cannon rounds and Lance ASM's spewed from his nose and wings as he engaged before the other fourty-four members of the wing.

Tallarn Naval Station, Farminian designated docks.

A huge man wearing shining blue autoreactive armour aproached Jefferson, to his left walked a man in the uniform of the Armed Forces.
"General Jefferson, I am Imperial Councillor Damocales, southern legion commander." Alfarius kept his arms crossed infront of his chest plate as Talas extended his hand, much easier seeing as their heights matched. "And I am Field Marshall Talas, supreme commanders of the Armed Forces, I welcome you to Dumpsterdam and more in particulary to Tallarn the largest naval instalation in the world."

Field Marshal Jefferson found Tallarn to be rather boring looking place. Navies had always seemed a waste of perfectly good resources that could be used to keep the army strong. Jefferson looked over to the Imperial Councilor with the unpronounceable name. “Pleasure to meet you both; Councilor, Field Marshal. I hope we can do enough to aid you in this hour. I hope to give Crazed Marines a good dose of what they deserve, but that doesn’t mean the other demonlovers deserve a good kicking too; we’ll sure dish one out if they try us; in God’s name.”
He paused before adding, “And by the way, I’m a Field Marshal, not a General these days.”

OOC: Dumpsterdam, I know I'll be attacked later. But how will you do it with your Navy destroyed and your capital in flames from bombing?

Farmina: Do you really expect us to use your ship that you didn't RP shipping out? No, I'll explain it later in this post. If you knew anything about my country we're VERY paranoid about attacks (especially chemical), never let in an enemy flagged vessel during war, and retalliate using overwhelming force. We agreed to no nukes, however we never said anything against chemical or biological weapons. Also, I'm including politics in this war.

SIC:
*three hours before the sinking of the "Farminan flagged" vessel*
The twenty condemned prisoners were loaded into the boat in Neoma. They were told that they would be freed once they reached CM waters, which wasn't all that false as they would be released fro their miserable lives. The printer had just made the Farminan flag and raised it up the hoist while all the false documents were being prepared. The crew even included a fishing boat captain. They didn't know it, but they were carrying some spare mustard gas labelled as "Agricultural products". They were doomed and would give President Kowalski to test the Ebola 2 virus on somebody besides draft-dodgers and hippies.

While the Mk45 CAMDS of the Gaea class destroyers dealt with the incoming missiles the battlecruisers also had their say, this time in the form of two of the remaining salvoes left in the forward cells of the battlecruisers. Again another full salvo visited the fleets deployed near Geiring Station and the other salvo was aimed at Geiring station itself. This time there was no pretense, the ECM missiles went full blast from the very beginning and used every trick in their repetoir to befuddle the Dumpies.

[Let's see, here's the missiles count so far: 8,640 AAMs fired at your interceptors, 20,736 SAMs fired at all of the aircraft in your strike package, and 13,824 Ironhawk SLCMs launched at the targets noted and divided evenly.]

[Sorry, I haven't been paying attention to this RP as of late. Here's the ASM attack.]

OOC: CM, the rules of this thread are no WMD, as I understand it. I'd say biological agents are WMD.

IC: The Yellow Sun Trading Corporation employees each sat on their phones to Crazed Marines docks each with the same questions.
"How much port space will you have available over these dates?"
"Can you provide storage?"
"Can you ensure the safety of our agricultural cargo?"

OOC: My understanding was no nukes, however other WMDs could be used in a small/reasonable part

IC:
At every port called, the response was the same.
"This is the dockmaster. I'm sorry sir, but your ships come from an ally of of a declared ememy. We will allow you in only if the Navy searches and approves your vessel. However, if the vessel is not approved, it will be sunk."

The Bahbians at the end of the line often took offense at being called allies of Farmina; not realising that who they were truely working for.
"The ships may be seached; there won't be much more to find than the latest Annoran tractors and high grade ammonium nitrate fertilizer. Some new pesticides as well I think."
The occasional Bahbian operater would add, "And don't dare affiliate us with those mad Farminans or their dog allies."

The missiles were streaming over a large chunk of glass when something went wrong. The radiation coming from the large wasteland formerly known as Gondor of Old fried the computer chips. This cut off the safety circuit in the warheads themselves causing them to self-destruct. All two hundred missiles on that salvo did the same, killing off the virus in them.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Mr. President, the missiles failed suring transport. No more left on this salvo."

"Why weren't these radiation hardened?"

"Screw up at assembly. What do we do now?"

"We do as the Romans did. Chem might backfire on our own troops later on, I don't want our men to have to worry about viruses when we invade them, and nukes could set off Armageddon. We shall salt their fields. They shant be able to farm."

"Very well Mr. President. I shall oversee it personally."
~~~~~~~~~~~~
"LISTEN UP YOU GREASE MONKIES! The President has ordered us to load salt along with a 50 pound explosive charge with all the Tommahawks and plow them into Farmina's farms. You have three hours to do so." a grizzled Sergeant yelled as three dump-trucks filled with salt backed in.

“My lord, I must confirm that Crazed Marine dogs are preparing to strike us again,” said the Supreme Commander.
“Damn them,” said the Supreme Commander. Generally this would count as foul language; but in this it was more like an instruction to God.
“Whatever was in the last wave of missiles was foul, we can only assume this will be worse,” he continued.
“Nuclear, sir?” asked the adjutant.
“I doubt it. Any such strike would have an equally foul reaction. Not even they are foolish enough to push so far.”
“Then what?”
“Something original, prepare everything we have.”
“Immediately sir,” said the adjutant who saluted and marched off.
The supreme commander frowned. Since the creation of the rank of field marshal he had lost so much power. He enjoyed commanding the armies in honest ground combat, but that was Jefferson’s job now. Perhaps it was worse that the High Priest gave a man he despised the role. But the greatest hate was dealing with these annoying mosquito attacks.

“Perhaps I should retire,” he thought.
Then he stopped, that was what the old High Priest had wanted; so assumable it was also the will of the new one.
“Then I will stay here until I’m dead,” he muttered bitterly.
---
“This is Yellow Seas Trading Corporation vessel 931 preparing to dock. We carry only tractors and small amounts of ammonium nitrate fertilizer, as does our sister vessels. Please confirm Crazed Marine control,” called out one of the Bahbian trading vessel.

OOC: This is not the great strike; just a little recon, prep and profiteering.

The missiles had been prepared within an hour, all six hundred of them, using three hundred men and three trucks of salt. Their targeting packages were confirmedand were loaded onto the MLRS which could launch thirty at a single instant. All had been launched within another hour. Time-on-target was expected to be ninety more minutes.
~~~~~~~~
"Vessel 931, this is Crazed Marines Port Control. You are cleared to dock only at Halo Island ONLY when your are cleared by the CMS Halsey. They shall meet you when you enter our waters."

“Very well Port Control, we will wait for the Hasley. I assume the same protocol will apply for vessels 932, 933 and 964.”
---
“Sir, we current count is at about 550 missiles coming at us,” said the Supreme Commander’s adjutant.
“What in the Satan’s foul name are they planning?”
“To hurt us sir.”
“I’m aware of that. Are the counter missiles armed?”
“Yes sir, we have 1000 short range missiles preparing to knock down the threat.”
“Very well,” said the Supreme Commander, “Let the machines do their work.

"Port Control here. Affirmative to that last transmission for all but multiple ships will be there to search yours."
~~~~~~~~
The missiles reached within the enemy anti-ballistic missile range. They were launched against the Tommahawks and took down all but two-hundred. But as with all CM operations, excessive force was authorized and used and the mission planners used four times as many missiles as would be needed.

"Supreme Commander, two hundred missiles detonated on our farms."
"That is...unusual."
"They were filled with salt, my lord."
"Check the result with agricultural bureaus. I assume harm will be minimised, but I am no farmer."
"Very well my lord."

"President Kowalski, we are just now getting reports from the salt strike via satellite."

"And?"

"Not as good as we thought it would do. I suggest comparing them to Carthage and using it figuratively."

"Good idea. Have it done. What about possibly doing something else, such as defoliants like Round-up or Agent Orange."

"Well, it's not chemical warfare per se. I say Geneva'd not disprove."

"Ok then. Have half the B217 fleet loaded with that new stuff..."

"Red Death?"

"Yeah, that stuff. Have constant bombings of all but ultra-dense urban areas. Keep on bombing them until agricultural life can no longer be supported."

"The first plane shall lift off in six hours."


OOC: I'll post about red death in the ooc thread

OOC: CM, are you intent on wiping out my people?

IC: Vessel 931's crew watched as it was boarded by a bunch of Marines. The cargo was exactly that specified, ammonium nitrate fertiliser and tractors.

OOC: No, just making your agricultural industry collapse.

IC:

"Vessel 931, this is the Captain of the Halsey. You are cleared to pass. We shall escort you to HALO island so you know where you are going."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"You asked to see me, Mr. President." two men said simeltaneously as they walked in the Oval Office.

"Yes, Admiral Toho. I want you to take your G.W. Bush BBs, cariers, subs, and destroyers and blockade Farmina so they can't get any food in. General Mikeovitch, you get the land routes with first and third division. I need this done in three days."

"Yes Mr. President!" both men said in unison.

The High Priest Justinian looked over the final report on the salt attack.
"No possibility of permeant salinity,” he read aloud.
“Well that’s good isn’t it?” asked his adjutant.
“It’s better, not good. Parts of this year’s crop has been destroyed and some effort will be required to clean the land,” said the High Priest.
“And every bit hurts,” declared Grand Chancellor Vernis, entering the room most unannounced, “But we have word that trade with the murderous marines is moving ahead.”
The High Priest looked up at the leader of the elected councils, “Well if every bit hurts, you realise that Crazed Marines fired 600 long range guided missiles at us.”
“Obviously I’m aware of that,” replied Vernis.
“I think what his holiness means is that the Marines are wasting a lot of resources. Long range missiles are more expensive than ordinary rockets, especially with complex guidance systems.”
“I didn’t think of that,” said Vernis, “But still it is only a little bit. A smaller bit for them.”
“Did you want something Chancellor, or are you harassing me for the sake of it?” asked the High Priest, “I am a busy man.”
“The murders are preparing more strikes, your holiness. I would like permission to get help from them.”
The High Priest looked up at the Chancellor amazed, “Them. But surely they will refuse. They hate us.”
He paused before continuing, “Very well ask them. But do it through the backdoor.”

At Tripolli Marine Corps Air Station in Neoma
"Air Control tower. Brigader General Joe Maurry here. I am prepared to lift of with my 100 B-217s for Sortie F-01. Permission to lift off?"

"Permission granted. good luck, good hunting, and your support will meet you target minus 500 miles and the other 1900 planes will go rolling barrage."

"Very good. We're off with target minus 1500 miles."

"Marked. Gear up, targeting computer up." the copilot said as the Air Base Commander's plane took off, the first of hundreds behind him which could bomb from over 100,000 feet with amazing accuracy and stealth similar to a .17 cal bullet.

“Supreme Commander, we have Crazed Marines launching aircraft and moving towards us,” said the Colonel Peters, the Supreme Commander’s adjutant.
“How many, how soon?” asked the Supreme Commander.
“No accurate count as of yet. First skirmish expected by five,” replied the adjutant.
“Have every piece of anti-air equipment manned. Get the fighters ready, then cut it close. Scramble the fighters before they get over our waters, but give them as little time as possible. Put in place a rotation system; they ain’t going to settle for hitting us once,” said the Supreme Commander.

With that thousands of men poured into the planes and gun emplacements. One thousand planes were ready to launch at the first chance.

Vessel 931 arrived at HALO Island before waiting further instructions.

OOC: Farmina, how did you pick up my bombers? I posted in my last post that the planes had the signature of a .17 caliber bullet. A B-2 has the signature of a bumble-bee, which is roughly about the size of a .50 caliber bullet. Especially at the range I'm launching from, RADAR and LIDAR would be impossible to do so. You owuld have maybe threee minutes warning of the flight, and that would be when it's visible.

Vessel 931 arrived at HALO Island before waiting further instructions.

"Vessel 931, this is HALO port control. You are clear to dock at port 001. This is currently 273 degrees of your position at 1.5 nautical miles. You will then be helped by our Port Authority and dock crews."

OOC: *Points to satillite in sky.* We expected you were planning something, largely since you continously are planning something. Stealth don't stop us seeing anything with our eyes.

IC: As Vessel 931 finished docking, the Captian called over one of the dock workers. "You know where the storage sheds are boy? We have a whole lot of fertilizer to store up."

OOC: I didn't know you had Sats. Now I'll just have to shoot them down.

IC:
The dock workers did as they were told and put the fertilizer in a shed saying, "Quarrantine, Customs". The paymaster came up to the Captain and said, "We need your 5,000 docking fee or your vessel and wares will be impounded."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"General Tsuka, we are reading spy satellites tracking our planes and sending the telemtry to Farmina."

"Really? Knock them out of the skies with Pegasus missiles and our Anti-Satellite Satelites." The General replied calmly.

"It will be completed just before the strike takes place."

"How soon?"

"Five, ten minutes at the most."

"Cutting it close, aren't we?"

"Well, the B-217 can bomb from 100000 plus feet, so they should be fine."

"Here is your money," said the Captain, producing a number for a Bahbian bank account.
"There will be some people coming to collect the tractors. There will be a few getting fertiliser, but we are trying to restrict supply and just stockpile the fertiliser. That will force the price up until we flood the market. Thats why we are shipping in so much now. Preparing for the flood."

OOC: CM, let us say that a very large amount of fertiliser has been stored at bought dock sheds. Furthermore I have brought a great deal of dockspace. Agreed? I want to launch the attack very soon and I want it to be one hell of a blast.

Tel Aviv Naval Base
It was a calm evening when newly promoted Captain Hyman G. Rickover III led his submarine, the ISS Halibut SSN-841. Halibut was now 6 years old, the 1st of her class and recently refitted with a new pebble bed reactor that gave away 3 knots of speed for a quiet that made an Ohio class boomer sound like an old Soviet echo.

The sub wasn't traveling alone on this journey towards Farmina, much of the recently refitted IDF Navy including the ISS Guillen, the flagship with Grand Admiral Joseph Jacobson commanding. Over 70 nuclear SSNs and 400 surface warships along with 150 logistical ships and 25 marine ships. It was the largest fleet sortie in some time and once again Rickover's sub would take the lead as the fleet's kill leader. The fleet was heading to join the blockade blockade of the enemy who had attacked IDF allies and if necessary strike.

At a distance of 50 miles from the coast, the Halibut was ready to dive.

"Secure all hatches and rig us for dive XO," ordered Rickover as a junior officer ran to shut the final open hatch, the one from the conn room to the sail.

"Board is straight and we are rigged for dive skipper," said the COB.

"Diving control, flood main ballast tanks and dive us down to 1-5-0 feet 5 degrees down on the fairwater planes," ordered Rickover. The Diving officer repeated the order as he followed it.

"Dive! Dive! Dive!" yelled the COB over the 1MC as the dive alarm sounded over the same system. The COB then assumed his role as dive coordinator as he managed the ballast tanks. When the sub dove after safety test to 400 feet he worked the trim tanks to keep her level. The flank bell was quickly sounded by Rickover and Halibut raced towards the enemy at 40 knots.

"Here is your money," said the Captain, producing a number for a Bahbian bank account.
"There will be some people coming to collect the tractors. There will be a few getting fertiliser, but we are trying to restrict supply and just stockpile the fertiliser. That will force the price up until we flood the market. Thats why we are shipping in so much now. Preparing for the flood."

OOC: CM, let us say that a very large amount of fertiliser has been stored at bought dock sheds. Furthermore I have brought a great deal of dockspace. Agreed? I want to launch the attack very soon and I want it to be one hell of a blast.

"Thank you. You will be cleared in Customs. However, I'm not sure how will you'll do. We have a lot of that in the market currently."

OOC: Don't worry, you'll blow up about half the port

OOC: I plan on setting off hundreds of tonnes of ammonium nitrate in every commercial port in your country. Perhaps I should explain; fertiliser will destroy half a suburb, not half a port.

IC: The satellite tracking the Marine aircraft exploded. A series of computers realised the damage and tracked the source. A Marine satellite had exposed itself. Another satellite also Farminan responded by releasing a single missile at the target.
---
The huge fleet Bahbian ships filled with the fertilizer arrived outside Marine waters.
“HALO Island. We have several shipments of fertilizer here. We have bookings in every port, and have leased the majority of the port space. We will prepare to be boarded.”
Farmina’s hour of revenge was close at hand.
---
OOC: IDF, why are you attacking me? CM attacked me not vis-versa. I haven't got a single attack in yet. I'm still not entirely sure why CM is in this war. Also could we work on the assumption that the war in Dumpsterdam; I don't want to be piled onto by a bunch of larger nations, while Dumpsterdam's not here. Also I don't really want to fight a full-scale space war, those things are just to stop crowbars.

OOC: I'm only letting you into the main port. That's what I said a few posts ago. You'll do more damage with that.

IC:
"Bahbian ships. You are to report to HALO Island with an escort. HALO Island is our main import city, and you will have to wait there until you are cleared for market."
~~~~~~~~~~

The Farmian satellite took out the Anti-sat satellite. this showed its position and was fired upon by a Pegasus missile.
~~~~~~~~~~

The B217s met their targets and released the canisters on the farm fields of Farmina.

OOC: CM, I hate to complain again, but I've already set off my fighters and they are watching my waters. Even if my satelitte is down; I'd have eyeball. The Farminans know you are up to something. Your lucky I'm allowing this weapon at all; it is chemical no matter what you say.

IC: They worked quietly in the Bahbian frieghter. No one had a clue that one of the largest blasts in history was about to go off.

OOC: What is the operational ceiling of your fighters? Also remember that I have fighter cover as well, and my B217s have defensive guns like the old B17.

IC:
The Dock workers finished loading all the fertilizer into a single storage warehouse.

The 12 sat quietly on the dock. Not entirely unusual things for crewmen to do.

But it was dark and quiet, the Bahbian fleet was leaving in the morning.

“This way,” whispered one of them indicating for three to follow him towards a warehouse containing fertilizer.

Each of the 12 were armed with small daggers, one was also armed with a single explosive using a tin can, batteries, flour and a former alarm clock.

The remaining elite saboteurs moved split into two groups and went around the sides looking for guards.

OOC: The twelve are my finest, they were meant to be sent against Rotovia, but you will do.

The Dock guards in their towers, with their CM99a's, and saw the saboteurs enter the warehouse, ignorant oftheir plans. They just assumed that the twelve were just checking on their wares.

"I was just spotted, their up in towers, but they don't seem to care," said Laura.
"Mad foreigners,” muttered James, “They must think we’re Bahbians checking the cargo.”
James entered the warehouse and put down the device and armed it for an hour and hid it in a fertiliser crate.
“We are going to want to be far, far away,” said James, as though everyone else didn’t know.
“If a guard questions you on the way out your with the Babhian fleet.”
This of course was completely true.
“Remember we were inspecting the fertiliser in here.”
That would be highly believable.
“And ask them, what’s the best pub around here?”
Well they had to sound like sailors.

The 12 proceeded to leave discreetly and hopefully without interruption.
---
“Your holiness, the foul murders are poisoning our fields,” said the High Priest’s adjutant.
“Then ask them very nicely to stop,” hissed Justinian, “Warn them we match conventional with conventional, so we are more than happy to match horror with horror.”
The High Priest didn’t know much about agriculture, but he suspected it would require a large amount of work to destroy that much.

OCC: It's at times like this when I wish people weren't such good RPers, So many posts to go over, so much detail!

The Atlantic-
Fleet Admiral Drake peered into the distance with his bionaculars. His fleet had taken off from its base in St. Thomas five days ago. He was at the healm of INI Iron Duke One of the many Vanguard Heavy Strike Ships recently purchased from Portland Iron Works. This would be their baptism of fire. Steaming behind The Iron Duke was the 3rd Fleet, in all its splendor. Carriers, Battleships, Transports, Destroyers, combat ships of every caliber and name streamed across the ocean for what seemed as miles.

Comming along for the ride was the 5th and 6th Guardes Corps, 50,00 strong each. Drake had his engines gearing towards Dumpsterdam.


Off the Azores-
Meanwhile, Grand Admiral Greene, headmaster of the Imperial Navy of Inkana, was also leading a convoy of ships, in the form of the 1st Fleet. He had been in port for two weeks for overhauls, but now he was at sea, where he belonged. His bones ached for combat. He predicted he would soon be apeased. Destination: Dumbsterdam.

OCC2:Sorry for the short post, I need to collect more info.

"President Kowalski, intel reports indicate a possible counter strike by Farminan assets."

"How sure are you on this?"

"Echelon picked this up, faint radio traffic. Possibly air usage."

"How's our air coverage?"

"Twenty seconds after takeoff, our passive satellites will pick them up and make the warning transmission look like a civillian satellite telephone call to one of our CIA safehouses. The call will then be routed to our HQ using the SD19 secure telephone unit. once that is done, Satellite and land based RADAR will track it. Our SAMs can take down an estimated 45%, and then the sea-based Phalynx systems with explosive rounds codenamed JOLLY ROGER can take down an estimated 50%. The Avengers can take the rest down as they are armored and camoflages. Also, our fighters can climb higher than their current planes, which appear to be F-16s from visual during the bombing runs. Also our Neoman based planes are in between the mainland and the enemy. They're a good 4500 miles away, so I doubt they could do anything."

"You sure? I mean, that's good, but what about if they have B-2s?"

"Intel says they don't, but our sats can paint them with LIDAR for SAM intercept."

"Good. Have a nice day." the president, a grim look on his face.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The Sailors recommended The Dozen Dames as having the best women, booze, and fun to the saboteurs.

“Crazed Marines, hear my words,” spoke the High Priest, “I demand you stop these attacks on our fields or the war shall enter a new phase. If you wish a dishonest fight, we are the experts. End this abomination, or you will learn the true meaning of fear.”
The recording stopped. The technicians took the recording. Within an hour it would be played on every video and audio frequency.
The twelve emerged from the dock. The bomb was planted and fifty minutes until one of the largest non-nuclear explosions would go off, all triggered by a small flour bomb.

“We need to get far away; this blast will rip through the dock side of town, plausibly further. You all know the plan we catch the train. Remember small groups,” said James.

OOC: CM, I assume you have trains. The escape was pre-planned, but I have no idea where I’m escaping too, as I don’t have the skills or time of 12 elite saboteurs to work it out. Also, you can have the honour of announcing the big boom.

OOC: We have trains. And just curious, what are you planning to do with those men, because I'd like to capture at least three of them if not all.

Foxtrot News
EXPLOSION ON HALO ISLAND DOCK STATION! FARMINANS SUSPECTED!

Roughly 23:15, a large explosion vaporized a quarter mile of Halo Island's dock, and destroyed reoughly 95% of the station, and making it unusable for an estimated two-year period. The blast measured roughly one kiloton and apparently used Ammonium Nitrate fertilizer. It is suspected that some Farmians aboard a Bahabian-flagged vessel set up the explosion. As of now, President Kowalski has declared a State of Emergency and all methods of mass transit are to be stopped and all drivers are to park their cars until law officers clear them and check their destinations.

OOC: They are going to a pre-selected pub. I think my men should be off the train by the blast, or just getting off, if thats all right by you. And I have no intention of letting any of the 12 get captured.

OOC: let at least one get captured. After all, the borders have been sealed and the Navy is on heightened alert, and they're 4500 miles from home.

IC:

Foxtrot News ticker Death toll in HALO blast reaches 255 dead, 1500 wounded, 50 M.I.A.

OOC: Okay one.

IC: The Twelve disembarked at the station, ten minutes before the blast, in three unequal groups. “Can’t attract too much suspicion,” thought James.

Next stop the pub. The two of the groups joined up, making two unequal size groups. They then took two different routes to the previously agreed pub. It didn’t help that one group got a little lost on the way.

Eventually the two groups arrived at the pub at separate times. The two groups sat at opposite ends of the pub, drinking and telling jokes.

Then Laura stood up and said, “Hello,” to a young man, around 25 who she had decided was cute.

At the same instant as the young woman met with those men, five Marines entered the pub, their guns showing under their trench coats beside their highly polished boots.

"LISTEN UP!" one Marine shouted as the crowd died down, "I want everyone out of this bar, NOW! If you fail to comply, we are authorized to use excessive force." The Sergeant said, cocking a grim smile and showing his CM99 to the crowd. As one man passed, he said, "Ain't I seen you before?"

"Nah, don't think so."

"I think so. At the docks...you were with the Bahabians and you're under arrest." the Marine said as the others sneaked quietly outside and went past the other checkpoints unnoticed.

OOC: That must be a different pub. A, because there wouldn't be anyone or thing left from the docks to prove this. B, because I was just going to let him get drunk, so he doesn't take the pill. Or we could do it your way.

OOC: Do it this way, for now at least. And nothing outside the docks were destroyed. The docks are about 7 miles square and the nearest city is 15 miles away.

“They got Fred,” whispered Laura, although she was a safe distance.
“They got lucky,” said James, “They can’t be searching every pub there is. We’ll find another one. Fred will be with God soon. Alright two groups, we are looking for two different entertainment venues, I don’t care what.”
---
The High Priest hated getting up so early in the morning, he only got 6 hours sleep on a normal day. But after a cup of coffee he was ready to address the world.

“Today a massive explosion ripped through a major, dare I say the Crazed Marines trading port. Farmina deployed its finest holy warrior to avenge my predecessor’s murder and the obliteration of Abbey Village. The port was completely obliterated, however there was collateral damage, we pray that these people survived or were wise enough to be Christians so they can be spared from hell. With its trade crippled I order the Marines, by the will of God, that they end their genocidal attempts. Or else the Marines will face more of the same, but far worse. My people celebrate knowing our enemy has felt the most terrible blow.”

"My Marines," President kowalski said to an enraged Congress, "Farmina wishes us to surrender because the loss of 500 men in the line of duty. To them, I say UP YOURS!"

With this great applause came up from the crowd of all veterans.

"We shall fight you in the air. We shall fight you on the Beaches. We shall fight you in the Cities, and in the mountains, and in the sea. We shall fight you to the gates of Hell if need be. You have hindered our trade, but we shall recover. Today, I am announcing the use of a deserted oil rig off Iwo Jima *one of our islands* as the replacement for the HALO Island port. Those bastards who have hijacked our religion shall not keep us down. I am offering them one chance for surrender. I must also remind them that by now they have been rendered incapable of growing food and we have you blockaded in the air, land, and sea. Your populous will starve while we wait. Wait for you to capitulate and strike like a tiger. We will rip your heart out and feed it to the dogs. It is your choice, but you only get it once."

OOC: I assume it’s the next day, since I doubt you addressed Congress at 1am.

"The Marines seem to insist on keeping this up," said the High Priest’s adjutant.
“My predecessor was correct, all foreigners are mad,” said Justinian, “If they want war then they shall have it. We will make Nowhere Place seem peaceful. Let us hope they see reason before we see hunger.”
“There is something else, we now believe we can knock down some of the enemy bombers.”
“How?” asked the High Priest.
“Modifications on a model of a land to space missile. It was economically unfeasible for knocking down space weaponry, but for this reduced purpose it may be reasonable.”
“Well start knocking some of them down,” said Justinian, “If they won’t see reason for an honest war, then we will shove it down their sinful throats.”
---
After a long night (and early morning of partying) Laura had found her way onto the arm of a young, single Marine (again). As they sat in the coffee shop recovering from the partying, she said to him, rather softly, “Want to head to your flat?”

OOC: Glad for you to see a way to shoot down my bombers
IC: The Marine said, "Sorry babe, I live on base and I can't aford a long day after a long night. We have practice jumps tomorrow." The Marine said, showing off his airborne wings and Recon tab.

"Another time then," she said, "Got a phone number."

The Marine looked at the beautiful woman and said, "Here's my cell number. Problem is I'm only allowed to take a break after nineteen hundred hours. My name is Joe Mauser." he finished, handing her a card with his number scrawled on it.

The Marine handed her a crad with the name, Joe Mauser on it and his phone number. He then said, "I'm Airborne, so I can't always answer. But to be safe, call after nineteen hindred hours."

"Well, I'll call you on the dot," she said.
She left him with a kiss on the lips.
She had a meeting.

James looked at her, "Where have you been?"
"Trying to hook a fish."
"Did he take your story?"
"I think so."
James didn't like the answer, "Not a yes, we need one of them. Keep trying."
"I said I would contact this other guy."
"Two fish are better than one."
"I suppose you should be hunting fish too then."
James looked at her, "I suppose so."

With that they set off to again "Fish".

The High Priest looked into the camera.
“I offer the coalition that stands against us peace. This includes the murders of Crazed Marines.”
He nearly chocked on the last sentence.
“We have had our revenge, we ask for nothing more but peace and the safe return of our troops.”

The footage ended.

The High Priest’s adjutant looked up at him. “So the destruction of the port is the end?”
Justinian looked down at him, “Of course not, it is the beginning. Flames shall engulf their nation. Agreeing to peace is only a small obstacle.”
---

“Bombers,” yelled one of the Farminan guards.
From their concealed positions the missiles locked onto their targets, using an array of coded satellites. Computers confirmed trajectories and then the missiles flew into the air.

Other sites around the country also hid the missiles in large holes.

This was hopefully save some of the Farminan population.
---

Thomas, or Tom as he preferred had been called many things. Most had to do with foul slander about his sexuality. Poof, gay, queer, evil, sodomite, dirty. None of this was true. Just because he enjoyed other men’s company didn’t mean anything. The Holy Police had investigated and found no case to answer.

He was one of the twelve, perhaps the second most talented of the saboteurs, only outdone by James. Fishing was the current assignment. Tom was in no mood to fish. If he didn’t catch anything it wouldn’t be proof he hadn’t been fishing. So he decided to scout the sites. He had heard rumors sodomy was legal in this foul nation, to the extent of having organizations and clubs even for sodomites. Thus he decided to check the rumors and see if they were true, sighting for targets of course.

100 ships appeared on the horizon; the 5th and 14th Bahbian Oceanic Corps fleets. Four carriers, eight helicopter assault ships, 20 frigates, 20 destroyers, six DDX advanced destroyers, 28 Seawolf attack submarines, 4 boomer-subs, two missile frigates and eight auxillaries. Above, 10 B-52N's fully-loaded with AS missiles circled. ECM plains threw thousands of kilos of radar-obscuring material to further aid in going unseen by missiles.

"Crazed Marines; This is Bossman 1st-class Bonham of the Imperial Bahbian Oceanic Corps. End your blockade at once or we will be forced to open fire."

Each ship had it's missile and torpedo tubes open. The carriers each launched a flight of Gripen fighters, Draken missile-boats and Viggen fighter-bombers.

The massive naval guns ceased firing. Apart from the drone of fighters, there was silence amongst the Ineffable fleet.
A single transmission was sent;
"Dumpsterdamian officials, we have decided to accept your surrender. We have agreed to your terms, now prepare to hear ours. General Whang will be with you shortly."
As the interpretations of the final sentence were debated, a single hypersoar overflew the capital, and three large objects were dropped. The hypersoar left the area.
As they approached the capital, they slowed, small flarings illuminating the underside. They landed outside the main building. Opening slowly, and three men got out. One, General Whang wearing his white dress uniform. The other two; black uniformed bodyguards, with no visible weapons. Closing, the mecha stood inert.
General Whang saluted the Emperor Rift who was standing outside awaiting his arrival, and introduced himself. After this, he launched straight into a little speech;
"Now that the formalities are out of the way, let me recite our terms.
Your national leaders will be held by Automagfreek for a total of thirty years. They will not be killed during their time in custody.
Your nation's military equipment will be placed under NATO control for the duration of the war with the RWC.
A pro-NATO/Allied government will be installed in your nation, again for a minimum of thirty years.
Does that seem acceptable, Emperor?"

Rift took a step forward, surely Whang had noticed the automated defence systems and the scores of Royal Navy Stormtroopers on the roof tops and the secured system bunker grid.
"I do what is best for my people, if it takes thirty years then so be it." Rift shrugged, the massive blue power armour followed his every move like a second skin. "However, there are some..."

He pulled up a poker face, on the inside he grinned. "Complications...but I shall not trouble you with them general Whang you seem to me a very straight to the point and boring man."
Fourth Councillor Lane hurried down the steps of the Imperial Palace, in her hands a parchment which she handed over to Rift who tossed it over to Whang.

The Empire of Dumpsterdam:

The following demands are made by the Empire :

1 We are surrendering to the nation of the Silver Turtle, no other nation will be allowed to occupy any part of the Dumpsterdanian isles.

2 Farmina will be left alone, no further charges or acts of war will be carried out against the government or its people especially by the nation of Crazed Marines.

3 The Coalition recognises the independence of Ramerias and Colonial holdings in the Caribbean if they did not do so before.

4 The Dumpsterdanian population will not be harmed in any way shape or form, nor will the nation be stripped of resources; natural, money or in man-power.

5 Dumpsterdam will not deliver any forces or supplies for combat off the isles, remaining DAF regulars are solely there for the defence of the people.

6 Any member of the DAF may choose to lay down his current function at the inset of this surrender and return to civilian life without reprisal.

Violation of any of these points during the 30 year occupation will result in resistance or open revolt against occupying forces, we ask little in return for keeping the people quiet.

For Lord and Land we give our lives.

Vespasius knew that most of his assets would not fall into enemy hands, his brother; Second Councillor Damocales was fleeing Tallarn with the divisions and ships under his command towards the Netherlands Antilles. He had also heard that Lady Admiral Angel Raditz and Grand Admiral Quarren where on their way to Aust with their respective escorts from Tallarn and Air Marshall DeMarcus had ordered all remaining fighter craft to seek safe haven in the Mexica Union, Ramerias or any other neutral or allied country.

But even he was not sure about everything, he had learned that Dumpsterdanian troops garrisoning the Naval Reserve Depot on Ramerias had let in Ramerian troops but why he was not sure and he would probably not find out either when they put him away for thirty years. For four-hundred years had he lead this country and half a dozen others, now they would have to do without him even more then usual. He straightened himself out and looked Whang directly into the eyes. "When will I be taken into custody and who will be here to replace me?"

The safe return of Farmina's forces from Dumpsterdam is our greatest concern.

If any agreement comes to pass without this provision, we shall make a great nuisance of ourselves.

-Office of the High Priest

OOC: Farmina, male homosexuality in my nation is punishable by death. Nearly had a nuclear war over this
IC:
"President Kowalski, Farmina wishes peace and dumpsterdam will surrender only if we stop fighting Farmina. Bahabia is also telling our ships and subs to stop the blockade or they will be fired upon."

"One question, how did they hear the subs?"

"No friggin clue. Our subs are quieter than the Red October and they're rigged for ultra-quiet. Even the mechanics are using rubber tools and walking in their socks."

"Ok, have the subs open fire with the UWD torpedoes if they don't withdraw. That will sink their ships by exploding under the ships like with those Australian versions. As for Farmina, step up bombing. Tell dumpsterdam that those terms are unacceptable as we are still at war with Farmina. If they wish to continue this fight, then by all means keep dictating the terms to the victor."

"Yes sir. The messages will be sent immeadiately."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Bahabian ships. This is Admiral Toho aboard the CMS Constellation, by my calculations, you are out gunned and out matched. Withdraw immeadiately or face lethal consequences. You have twenty minutes to decide, respond, and act or we will open fire. If you move anywhere except rearward, it may be considered as an act of agression and will be taken as such. You are interfering in a declared war and could be considered enemy combatants if you do not do such."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Official Response to dumpsterdam
Those terms are unacceptable as we are also engaged in a war with Farmina. Ordering the victors to stop defies logic and such an action can not be taken. Other than that point, we are willing to accept the terms of the agreement.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Official response to Farmina
We are glad that you have decided to surrender. However, we have decided that you are untrustworthy and we cannot accept your surrender at this moment.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"COMMANDER! MISSILES OFF THE PORT SIDE WINGS! PEGASUS TYPES!"

"CLIMB AND SHOOT THE MISSILES DOWN! Use the Vulcans!" the commander of that particular mission shouted as all 14 guns on every plane opened fire to try and destroy the incoming missiles. Being RADAR guided and using proximity detonated rounds made this a quite distinct possibility without any losses.

OoC: Well CM, I didn't realy "loose", I still have my colonies, large part of my naval forces and enough civilians and military personal to keep fighting you should it be needed.

Farmina, your troops will be allowed to go home, its that simple, just keep acting in self defence and someone's bound to notice CM's actions.

Justinian hated putting himself in front of cameras but it had to be done.

“Farminans, the war against the foul murderer Marines goes well. Against AMF’s coalition, it is over, Dumpsterdam looks set to surrender.”
He paused before continuing.
“Crazed Marines, to think that we would surrender to you is foolishness. We were offering an equal peace. However now that our former rival, Bahbland has decided your nation is acting criminally, and your blockade is affecting their profit, we believe the tables are turned. We now have weapons to strike at your aircraft. Your plan to starve us is failing. We expect that within hours the Bahbland will make the first delivery of food.”

Again there was a pause.
“Our troops prepare for full scale war. The attack on HALO port shows how vulnerable you are. Dumpsterdam is still ready to fight if you fail to be reasonable; much of the RWC is still fighting as well. Brimestone can still fail, and I question whether the Marines really wish to nail their colours to that mast. The game is over, Crazed Marines. Farmina will accept nothing less than a conditional surrender, and perhaps not even that. The nation of Crazed Marines must pay for their crimes, and President Kowalski must be tried for Wilful Murder.”

“In God’s Name, For Glorious Farmina, In the Memory of the Third High Priest.”

Bonham grinned at CM's foolishness. Their submarines were so quiet, empty spots showed up on radar. Areas of incredible quiet. There were dozens of cylindrical "spaces" throughout the blockade.

The first convoy neared the Bahbian fleets. Sixteen freighters carrying food.

Just then, they received a message;
"Bahabian ships...
Ha! Bonham thought. Poor sap can't even say our name right!

This is Admiral Toho aboard the CMS Constellation, by my calculations, you are out gunned and out matched. Withdraw immeadiately or face lethal consequences. You have twenty minutes to decide, respond, and act or we will open fire. If you move anywhere except rearward, it may be considered as an act of agression and will be taken as such. You are interfering in a declared war and could be considered enemy combatants if you do not do such."
There was no backing off. The Farminians needed food.

He considered his force superior. Good. Let him revel in his confidence. He obviously didn't know his history. The 5th fleet had some of the best Captains in Bahbland. They had fought at the Tobago trade uprising, Ethiopian takeover, Chilaen Rebellion, etc.

The 3rd fleet would get here in two hours. The crowbar stations wouldn't be in geosynchronous orbit for another 23 minutes, then it would take another two minutes for the rods to hit. Could Bonham delay them that long?

No. Too risky.

Comm, open channels. "Admiral Toho, this is Bonham. We are reversing. I apologize."

The 116 ships turned. The planes circled, and started landing as the carriers went into the sea breeze.

**25 minutes later**
Three white streaks could be seen descending quickly through the atmosphere, opposite the sunset. If you looked up at them, they were so bright they would leave purple memories in your eyes. Ceramic-resin coated; carbon-nanotube reinforced; tungsten rods, 8 meters long, 5 million Bahbers each. Three of them.

They descended on the crescent that was the Crazed Marines blockade. Each one htting the water, which immmeadiatly boiled away, at 51 km/s, delivering 4.03*10^13 Joules of energy. Richter scales at the Bahbian fleet, 5km away, went up to 2.7, as the rods fell into sedimentary rock. A deafening roar followed the massive waves. The computer, told that this was a water-impact, calculated the best position for the rods to fall in, so they could magnify each other's waves.

The attack wasn't concentrated on the entire blockade, just one point. The Bahbian fleet turned, and set their reactors to full power. Fighters launched, the ships circled around the cargo ships. The sky was filled with smoke and chaff, to obscure both heat and radar guided missiles. The water was filled with "noisemakers" designed to take torpedoes of course. B-52's fired all of their missiles at the edges of the hole in the blockade, in an effort to hold them back. Cruisers and destroyers raised their deck guns, and with a soft "whoosh" the shells were fired into the air. They would go higher than an airliner, then descend upon the outside of the gap.

"Comm!" Bonham yelled through the hustle and bustle. "Tell the Farminians to open up with everythnig they've got!"

*"Flying Crowbars" / "Rods from God" / "THOR" (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=7562219&postcount=325)

“Bahbland is preparing to break the blockade on the south side of the island,” said Colonel Jackson, placing a report on the Supreme Commander’s desk.

“I am well aware of that,” he said watching the screens that filled the room, “We shall send everything we can to break the blockade, between Port Ricco and the Bahbian fleet,”

“Are you aware the Bahbian’s have begun using their great sky weapon?” asked Jackson.

The Supreme Commander remembered all to well what happened when Farminan positions in Sinear were as the Bahbians described, “Crowbared.”

The Supreme Commander replied, “The Marines will shoot down the Bahbian sky stations. When the Marines do so, blast every known Marine satellite out of the sky.” (OOC: That being the one we already know about, and any used to attack on the Bahbian crowbar station).

“Lure these murderers to the shore, and then blast them with everything we have.”
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“Missiles, engaged.”

500 guided missiles were launched at a range of Marine naval targets.

“Jets, prepare for take off.”

The air would fill in the second wave.

“Naval vessels, ready?”

“Running final checks Command, over.”

“Coastal defenses and fast-firers confirm your status.”

“Ready to blast anything lured to land.”


Farmina’s first naval attack ever (despite only having only one ship and some submarines) was about to begin.

OOC: WOAH! Ortillery. We agreed nothing over 2015 tech and no WMD, and tungsten based orty is 2020 tech in my book as well as a WMD. If I knew we could use it, I would have by now. I'll RP up to the orty attack.

OOC: WOAH! Ortillery. We agreed nothing over 2015 tech and no WMD, and tungsten based orty is 2020 tech in my book as well as a WMD. If I knew we could use it, I would have by now. I'll RP with it, just don't repeat it please.

Oh yeah, and Farmina, why is a decapitation strike considered a war crime? It was the opening of a declared war after all.

IC:

"Admiral Toho. Enemy ortillery detected! It's headed for the Lincoln! It'll Sink!"

"Order an immeadiate Pegasus strike on that station using the missiles on the DDX Class destroyers. Have the subs and destroyers open up with their torps! Then send in the Schmidt to pick up survivors."

OOC: Point Of Information: Geonsynchronus orbit is 36,000km, not 250.
And ortillery is quite definitely FT, no matter how crude it is. Believe me when I say you really don't want me or CM to launch an ortillery strike on you. Starships refine it to an art.
IC:
"To your first, fourth, fifth and sixth 'demands' we comply; One of the Ineffable Armed Forcs divisions will be stationed here, if there is widespread resistance more will be brought, but your people will find that if you leave us alone we shall do likewise.

For your third, very well so long as they do not attempt to attack the Ineffable occupation force nor any member of the Brimstone Coalition during the time of occupation. Likewise no Coalition member will attack.

Your second 'demand' is more difficult. When you consider that you are surrendering exclusively to The Ineffable Empire, and not seceding any resources or territory, it is hard for us to request that our ally cease participation in a war that has only been an offshoot of this assault. Indeed, I fear that you may have difficulty in assuring no Farminans will continue to assault Crazed Marines. In fact, " he checked a blinking light on his wrist "An ortillery strike has just been detected against their ships. I severely dubt our signing a treaty can stop it."

OOC: Point Of Information: Geonsynchronus orbit is 36,000km, not 250.
And ortillery is quite definitely FT, no matter how crude it is. Believe me when I say you really don't want me or CM to launch an ortillery strike on you. Starships refine it to an art.
IC:
"To your first, fourth, fifth and sixth 'demands' we comply; One of the Ineffable Armed Forcs divisions will be stationed here, if there is widespread resistance more will be brought, but your people will find that if you leave us alone we shall do likewise.

For your third, very well so long as they do not attempt to attack the Ineffable occupation force nor any member of the Brimstone Coalition during the time of occupation. Likewise no Coalition member will attack.

Your second 'demand' is more difficult. When you consider that you are surrendering exclusively to The Ineffable Empire, and not seceding any resources or territory, it is hard for us to request that our ally cease participation in a war that has only been an offshoot of this assault. Indeed, I fear that you may have difficulty in assuring no Farminans will continue to assault Crazed Marines. In fact, " he checked a blinking light on his wrist "An ortillery strike has just been detected against their ships. I severely dubt our signing a treaty can stop it."

"I cannot and will not be held responsible for the actions of Colonial Command nor the forces under their command, I'm sorry there is nothing I can do."
Rift glanced at his HUD.
"I am sure that Colonial Command together with RWC troops will put a halt to CM's invasion, you don't need to worry about that." He grinned sarcasticly. "Then our surrender is complete, do your worst General."

OOC: Meh, I'll probably end up going slightly more FT since it's not a war anymore. Won't cause an additional problem for the resistance though ;) What's better guns when you've already got no body armour?
IC:
"Hmm, very well. Though don't expect me to try and protect them from Crazed Marines in that case."
With that he drew his attention to his wrist, that which had previously flashed, and pressed what looked like a cufflink. It wasn't.
The minesweepers went to the front of the Ineffable fleet, now without fear of retaliatory fire, and cleared a wide path through the minefield. The amphibious assault ships and hulking transport zeppelins droned forward, and the first of the occupation force began occupation.

We of Farmina have devised what we deem a fair treaty. Crazed Marines, exit the war while you can get these terms, it only awaits your signing. If you fail to agree to signing the treaty, we will break the blockade for you.

Treaty of Verica

Upon signing this treaty, the nations will come to peace, with the following conditions:

i) The Crazed Marine blockade of Farmina will be lifted,

ii) President Kowalski will sign a full confession to the crimes under Farminan law of: Deliberate Assassination of a Church Figure and Genocide. He will implicate all other persons responsible,

iii) All evidence relating to the crimes commited against the Farminan people during the war will be surrendered,

iv) All persons found implicated with the crimes against Farmina will surrender themselves to Farmina, where they will await trial by a panel of international judges or sign a confession,

v) The nation of Crazed Marines will pay a sum of $1 billion dollars US to pay for Farmina’s importation of food,

vi) No nation has officially won the war.

We of Farmina have devised what we deem a fair treaty. Crazed Marines, exit the war while you can get these terms, it only awaits your signing. If you fail to agree to signing the treaty, we will break the blockade for you.

Official response

We are sorry to say that your terms of your surrender are too generous for you. In short, if we accept them, we're screwed; if we don't, you're screwed. Part one can happen if your Bahabian friends agree to RTB and scuttle their ortillery stations. Part two, however, is where we come to a LARGE problem. How can you consider an opening act of war against a nation's leader murder? President Kowalski did the same thing your country would have done in our shoes, order a decapitation strike. As for genocide, you must be out of your bloomers. We have committed no such thing. Genocide by the very definition is the systematic targeting and killing of a certain race or ethnic group. By our estimates, we have killed no more than three thousand civillians and military personnel. This is hardly genocide, which would need at least 500,000 dead of the same background to even be considered such. Part three, you have everything in your posession as it was released via news service. Part four, no crimes were comitted. As such, no citizen shall be turned over. Part five, it was your fault for interfering in our cheery little war. You get nothing in the way of money, however foodstuffs shall be provided directly to your people once an agreement is made. Part six is semi-acceptable. However, Farmina must accept war blame as Farmina started hostillities. We have our own terms.


1) All hostilities are to end immeadiately. Military forces are to withdraw to their respective countries, save for one carrier and escort group to act as official liason to the other country.
2) Bahabia or Farmina shall pay repirations for the loss of CM vessels due to their ortillery strike. If this is not done, Crazed Marines is authorized to destroy the Bahabian station.
3) Farmina shall take war blame and make a public apology for such.
4) Crazed Marines will provide foodstuffs until the Farmian soil sterilized can support plant life.
5) No national leaders shall be tried for their command decisions, and shall not be labelled as "murderers", "genocidial maniacs", or vartiants thereof.
6) A non-agression pact will be signed and shall last for no less than 20 years.
7) Crazed Marines will share with Farmina agriculture and space technology.
8) All spies and POWs will be recalled and returned to their home countries.
9) No nation can claim victory, however Crazed Marines may print bumper stickers that says, "We quit when we were ahead!"
10) Farmina shall pay for all damages to HALO Island docking station in Crazed Marines.
11) Crazed Marines will pay for all damages to the Farminan capital.

[ooc rant] Waitaminute! So you can launch a complex missile with many moving parts up against Earth's gravity-well to take out my crowbar-station, but I can't drop my ordnance, a metal stick coated with some plastic, down into the gravity-well to take out your stuff? That's like saying it's easier to go upstairs then down! And, 2020? You doubt humanity. We could do it in seventies :p :D

However, I will acknowledge this request. Consider it a B-1 strike or something!

As to geosync, Thanks for pointing that out! I thought I had edited that in! whoops...

And what's all this about spaceships? Surely they are more advanced then Crowbars![/rant]

IC: The fleet raced through the gap. As the first ships entered the perimeter, the rail-gun shells landed. A spray momentarily divided the two country's fleets.

There was a "whump!" and the bow of the Frigate Andrew Carnegie leapt up out of the water in a spume of saltwater and plastic. There were no explosions, but the composite hull shredded and twisted like a mangled banana. (ooc: anyone else ever seen a banana like that? No? ... oh, darn.) The bow plunged forward into an incoming wave, dragging the rest of the ship with it. There was another toward the aft of the destroyer Entente. It lay crippled, slowly decelerating, and slowly losing a battle of it's own with rising water as it slowly sunk.

Three more ships fell. The others survived unharmed. Those hit by these torpedoes were lost. Bahbian hulls were designed to take missile and torpedo impacts, but not this kind of torpedo.

OOC: If you didn't see, I'm accepting railguns. Its just no more Orty because it's kinda hard to foil and what would stop everyone from going "I 0RTY j00!!!"

IC:
"Admiral Toho, enemy ships sunk. The rest are retreating."

"Well, this is a blockade. Encircle the enemy ships using the Halsey class super-cavitating destroyer. Have them hit top speed and torpedo them until they are no more. Have the Carriers launch ASM missile and plane strikes. I want torpedos on all of the fighters and a few modified A-10s to launch as well. Have the railguns on all ships constantly fire using GPS guidance. Sink them, sink them all." As the Admiral of Japanese descent said this over the intercom, his ships and sailors took heart knowing victory was at hand.

OOC:
My ship stats for this are:
60 DDX class destroyers
15 Halsey class super-cavitating destroyers
8 Nimitz mark 2 carriers
500 PT boats using carbon fiber hulls
85 Arleigh burke cruisers
40 Red October II class subs
50 Los Angelos class subs
115 Ohio class subs

OOC: CM, I'm going to launch another strike on your soil, but I won't RP the preperations. 300,000 dead, blah! Not nearly that many, the only strike I took real casualties on was your first one. As for starvation, we haven't been under blockade that long.

IC: "Bahbians retreating, call off the attack."
With that all the Farminan plans were put to the ground.
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The High Priest was annoyed with the refusal of his offer, but the Marines did seem to be talking.
"Marines, I suggest that if you want peace, you end the blockade and we enter a three month bargaining period after which conflict can resume. Furthermore the deliberate execution of a national leader is a warcrime no matter what you say and not since Farmina's reformation have we tried to commit any such crimes."

OOC: Just so you guys know, crude ortillery (like my own stations) has an extremely high rate of failure. I coat my tungsten/DU rods in silica-based aerogels, but even so 20-30% burn in the atmosphere.

OOC: CM, I'm going to launch another strike on your soil, but I won't RP the preperations. 300,000 dead, blah! Not nearly that many, the only strike I took real casualties on was your first one. As for starvation, we haven't been under blockade that long.

IC: "Bahbians retreating, call off the attack."
With that all the Farminan plans were put to the ground.
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The High Priest was annoyed with the refusal of his offer, but the Marines did seem to be talking.
"Marines, I suggest that if you want peace, you end the blockade and we enter a three month bargaining period after which conflict can resume. Furthermore the deliberate execution of a national leader is a warcrime no matter what you say and not since Farmina's reformation have we tried to commit any such crimes."

OOC: Uh, why not a land battle if I invade you? And why are you calling my leader a murderer? decapitation strikes in war are covered as legal under Geneva, and I never signed any POW convention.

The Farminan operatives on HALO Island had planned very carefully. The media was the next target. They had listened to foul Marine lies, they had found the people most clearly responsible, but then more targets were decided on.

Laura slipped the large envelope into the postbox. It was the last of the devices to be mailed. Although not a powerful explosive, what appeared to be a package of documents was in fact filled with the shrapnel to rip apart the poor sods who received the letters.

“Death to the demonlovers,” she thought.

The mailing of the packages was arranged so they would arrive at the targets at about the same time. The parcels were spread between postboxes so they wouldn’t be suspected.

The last posted parcels were meant for HALO Island media itself. All the bombs were timed, but would detonate on opening. This totaled to 2,000 bombs in all. They were timed to go off at 8:00am in the morning to so they would detonate in the mail rooms causing the buildings to collapse. If not, some poor sods face would do.

OOC: Meh, I'll probably end up going slightly more FT since it's not a war anymore. Won't cause an additional problem for the resistance though ;) What's better guns when you've already got no body armour?
IC:
"Hmm, very well. Though don't expect me to try and protect them from Crazed Marines in that case."
With that he drew his attention to his wrist, that which had previously flashed, and pressed what looked like a cufflink. It wasn't.
The minesweepers went to the front of the Ineffable fleet, now without fear of retaliatory fire, and cleared a wide path through the minefield. The amphibious assault ships and hulking transport zeppelins droned forward, and the first of the occupation force began occupation.

Gierling Station

"Sir, TST fleet is sweeping the minefield." A rather young female naval officer was there standing in front of Grand Admiral Ulas. "Ah yes my dear, please execute defense protocole 45 with my authority."

"Yes sir, will you be needing an escort to reach Austian territories?" She was bleeding from her right shoulder and was standing rather uncomfortably. "No, I will stay here, I am too old to run. Prepare my escort and form up the 6th marine brigade on the main dock, we will meet them there. "Yes sir." As she walked out to gather up the troops two other men where working on a console that monitored the mine field. They both inserted a key and counted down. "3,2,1, contact." Both the keys where switched and just seconds later huge explosions showered the occupation fleet with water, observers and spysats would have noted this happening all over the northern coast as the minefield was self-destructed from Gierling.

Gierling Station, Main Dock.

As the first of the ships passed into the harbour and proceeded to dock they where greeted with the sight of the 6th marine division formed up on the quay. Vehicles ranging from APC's, MBT's and LBT's where lined up behind them and crews stood besides their vehicles as one old saggy man wearing a trenchcoat aproached the boarding plank let down by the docking vessle.
He awaited the arrival of his counter-part, his aide already having recieved some medical aide in the form of bandages.

OoC: If you have any problems with the last part, just ignore it.

The evacuating soldiers of Dumpsterdam, were joined by Farminan ones; unable to return, but also unable to stay.

ooc: Since when am I retreating?

"Bonham to fleet! All combat vessels, draw fire from the cargo ships! Cargoes, you have permission to beach! Just get those supplies there!"

The missile frigates launched a barrage at the line, to hold back the CM's. Small torpedo boats ran out rom the spray and explosions, launching their small and deadly payloads and the freighters. They were burning, but they kept going. Occasionally, one would get picked off by a frigate, but they were so small!

13 freighters broke through, with destroyers and frigates trailing with guns firing. Orange cradles, casings for the rail guns, littered their decks. Henry Ford had a large gash in the port-sode of her hull, and smoke was coming off one of her engines. She was listing hard to port, and her rudder was full-right, but the guns were firing as her bow went under the waves, and she fell on her side. She sunk slowly, exploding occasionally. As it came to rest in the shallow water, it righted itself again, and the bridge and up was easily seen.

The blockade reformed. Every ship in there was about to be picked off by rail guns, unless the bomber groups outside could take out the guns first...

Meanwhile, 20 B-52N's are launched. They will arrive in an hour.

OOC: Bahbland are you aware of the OOC thread.
http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=380238&page=8&pp=15

Negotiation thread: http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=391000