NationStates Jolt Archive

[OOC: Witzgall will be RPing the nations of Untied Arab Emirates (UAE) and Yemen becouse they have no players that hold them. So far only two other nations are invited to join this RP, if you want to join say so and the nation(s) you represent.]

Honai, Viet Nam

The Presidente Fonzi S. Jewitt of the United Osea States poured himself a glass of scotch in an over polished glass. His Councilari, James Conners, was next to him doing the same to a bottle of Jack Daniels.

Jewitt himself never drank scotch unless it was something that he wanted to rub off instead of remember fully. They were both at the bar installed in the Presidentel Room. "So Fonzi, what do you think we should do about our Laos-Isreal problem?" Asked Conners as he pulled the glass up and took a small sip.
"Well, Isreal is unwilling to sell Laos so that means what I tould the people I would do, unite the area around this beloved nation of Viet Nam, is a lie. I telling lies, James. You know this more than my own grandmother." Said Jewitt seriously taking the whole glass full of scotch down in a single gulp.
"Fonzi, quit it. You are funny when drunk and I don't want to laugh today." Joked Conners turnning away from the bar and sitting down looked out the window. A nice, clear, warm day. The brids were singing on a willow that Jewitt's own grandmother planted herself.
"We need to invade some country, someone small and weak. Show off, you know. Show Isreal that we mean buisness." Conners said getting into his post-family experiances.
"I don't know-" Began Jewitt as the door flung open. It was reinforced and it was locked. Only one person had a key except for the two in the room now. "Granny!" Yelled Jewitt and Conners getting out of thier seats.
This old woman, about the age of 78 came strolling in in a night gown with purple flowers and a white material. Her night net to keep her brown-dyed curly hair in one form was removed and showed curlers still in it. "Damn it you two, planning the end of the world. Why don't you two get a job!" Yelled Granny as she came in and grabbed some of Jewitt's scotch. She added in some rum and some pink liquid, maybe Sex on the Beach. Odd concoction.
"Granny, I been the Presidente of-" Started Jewitt before being interupted agian by her raspy voice from throat cancer "Damn kids, hulagins. Thinking your the Presidente of the United Pysiers when you are barely nine years old." She then took a complementing series of gulps of the purplish liquid. "The United Pysiers was before I got into office and changed the whole governemnt Granny. You were the one that made me look like an idiot on the International News Channel when I announced my Presidentel Pos-" The Presidente began "That was at your eighth birth day party you juvenille delinquent!" Yelled Granny as she started mumbling how kids always exaderate things. "Granny, seriously, you need to go back to your-" Conners began befroe Granny interupted him too. "Jimmy? My God Jimmy. You are always here, every day and night. Does your mother know about this? Are you two having a sleep over?" Asked Granny looking over the curtains and talking to them as if they were Conners himself.
"Just ignore her, she does these things." Jewitt said to the gaurds who had come in to see why the door had openned and yelling was going on. "Yessir, wait, ouch!" Yelled one of the guards as Granny hit him on the ancle with her cane that had a metal point. "Damnit Fonzi, stay still! Your mother is too nice on you. You should never curce you little dumbass!"
Granny followed "Fonzi" outside to the guardpost yelled at him for the next hour or so as the "damn juvenille delinquents" talked about possable war on a small nation to show Isreal that they were not fooling around.
"Why not United Arab Emirates?" Asked Conners looking up. Yemen said that they hated the new Truitti regime that had rose in power. U.A.E. would be a push over. "Hmmmm. how does half a million men, a hundred main battle tanks, a whole E-Boat Division and a D-Boat landing bridge sound for the offencive strike? United Arab Emirates is fairly small, that force right there is very much double thiers." Said the Presidente. Only time would tell what woudl really happen.

Jewitt and Conners desided to go into the Presidentel Interaction Room to watch some T.V. and listen to some music. Granny was sleeping in the recliner next to the television. Jewitt made the mistake of not thinking what channel it was left on. It was the History Channel and a marathon of Battle Fields, 2008, was playing.
They turnned on the television and a large explosion of gun fire form an automatic rifle was heard with the surround sound system.
Granny woke up and looked around. "Ohh shit! I need new Dawrs!" She got up and walking like a turkey, went to her room. The two men laughed, acting the kids they once were.

Cambodia Airforce Base, Cambodia
"Hey, Jeww!" Yelled Lead Brigaider Herald "Fireball" Miles. He was already in his flight suit and ready to jump into his wonderous TyH-58 Cockatiel. "Yeah 'ball?" Asked Matt "Jeww" Jewitt. He was the distant cousin of the Presidente of Truitt, Fonzi Jewitt. "We got an order to go in the air. A recon mission, all of us at once." Fireball said taking in a few breaths from running half way across the airfield of Cambodian Airforce Base, Cambodia.
"Wait, why wasn't I tould this?" Asked Jeww looking over Fireball's shoulder and saw five aircraft, their customly ordered and designned TyH-58 Cockatiels, being pulled out of a hanger. They all had thier bulky rears that had countermeasures and large rear-mounted guns removed with smaller ones. Probably for arrester hooks. One thing was missing though, a sixth fighter. "Well, I just got the word and noticed you were not in the locker room so I came out here."
They quickly ran to the locker room where Jeww let off all his clothes and changed. Everyone else was there too. "Damn, you guys left me out agian." Curced him as he pulled over his tight bottom part of the suit. "Well Captian, we need to play the joke on you at least once every time you do each of us." Said Kelly "Twitch" Singleton jokingly. "Yeah, plus we still got at least an hour before we get briefed anyways." Said her Wingman Myranda "Fish" Choyem. "Ehh, you two ladies shut it." Snapped the exiled teenager that was standing by the doorway, right next to the trash where he was spitting something out. Sunflower seeds. "Hey now, Raptor. Calm down, they are just trying to get back at me for the last joke I played on them." Jeww said to Raptor. They were all no older than 20 and no younger than 15. It was odd how Truitti pilots were trainned early, expecialy this bunch.
"Ehh, still. You know that switching the control panel so the lights blink off and on is agenst Federal Law right?" Asked Raptor questionably as he dumped the whole bag of sun flower seeds into his locker. "Who's goin' to tell them?" Asked Jeww. No one cared if that particular squadron joked around. They were one of the most feared in the world and the most feared in the nation.

Briefing Room

The six pilots were just getting ready to leave after a boring two hour briefing, one of the longest in nearly five years. The sixth pilot, Marshal "Blade" Braunz, finally joinned after getting in after having a long fight with one of the maintance workers who supposably "tightened a bolt just a little too much."
"I just need to get one thing straight." Said Jeww as he grabbed his Check List to prepair to go to the ramp. "What is that? What are we doing?" Joked Twitch becouse Jeww fell asleep twice in the briefing and even commented on a peninsula in United Arab Emirates to looking a lot like "A Dickie Bird!" He looked at them and made a sarcastic jester with his lips and nose. "Are we supposed to bring their fighters out and slaughter them, or just go in and if they come out to play we show them who's good?" Everyone thought for a secound and then the Wing Reviewer, or a person who made sure the wing did not get into any trouble, said "You do your mission and if any are around, make a splash." They all looked at him, gave him a dirty look, and left. Besides thier sister squadron, no other squadron in Truitt had a Wing Reviewer. Jeww constantly joked saying "We are just kids, what do they expect us to do? Hell, I was surprised when they tould me that my plane was loaded with ammo in the front and a missle capable of blowing a reinforced bunker to bits like a nuke can to a farm."

Launch Ramp

The six having thier planes side-by-side were talking as they went through thier pre-flight checks. Everyone had memorized the entire 67 checks and 31 cautionary tests on the outside of the aircraft and the nearly twice as much more on the inside. "Cawling, trailling edge...flaps....alieron....hey, I forgot the main gear strut." Said Jeww thinking in his head by walking around the aircraft, making sure he did not miss anything. As usual he lowered hismelf from his knees and peeked inbetween the landing gear's wheel and the hydrolic pump chaft that was connected inside the fuselage. "All a go." Yelled Jeww as he hopped in. He was secound in, Raptor as usual was the first.
Jeww, skipping the first 54 or so checks flipped on the avionics and Master Switch. The entire control panel, nothing but display screens like televisions, turnned on. Welcome to OSAF's Single Diplomatic Arm said the Heads-Up Display (HUD). The OSAF, or Osea State Airforce, called the two squadrons going out on this mission their "Single Diplomatic Arm" due to their sheer strength, youth, skill, and balance of forces that no one else can control in the Cockatiel. "Hello, VIKI." Said Jeww putting on his helmet, which had a HUD installed over a transparent green glass. "Hello, Jewitt." Said VIKI, or Virtually Integrated Kinetic Intelligance , the computer built into all Aces' aircraft in Truitt. It was designned to give a common person that they could talk to that was robotic and ran on a server to talk to many at once. It would give combat statistics and information in something that the pilots could hear, not read becouse reading ment your sight was not on the outside.
"Hey, Raptor. What check you on?" Asked Jeww as he started from the beginning on checking each switch and stick that stuck out from the boards around him. "I'm finished. Waiting for the rest of you to get done so I can do my engine run-up." Jeww smilled as he tried to look over Twitch's jet-black Cockatiel that had a crimson stripe on each vertical stabilizer and a lime green stripe on the tip of the wings with a forest-green stripe on the horizontal stabilizers. The paint scheme of the Emerald Shield "Ghosts" Squadron.
It was the squadron that was said to "never exist" and was souly responcible for protecting the entire Emerald Shield System, across the whole national radius. Most piltos thought it to be just folklore past down from pilot to pilot until a bomber wing and seven fighter wings came right at the Ark Ramp, or the ramp used to launch cargo and weaponry into space, and most were shot down before they had any idea what happened. The radar of Ark Ramp only saw two remainning fighters and then they were shot down. Nothign else was on radar and the submarine that gave the warnning said that there was no way that within just a few hundred nautical miles six pilots could shoot down almost a hundred aircraft.
"Anyone notice that our paint job seems a little like the 'Ghosts'?'" Asked Jeww as he saw that everyone was in their cockpits doing their preflight checks. Everyone turnned on thier Master Switch and avionics first anyways, so everyone heard. "Actually, I was thinking the same thing. All of our Cockatiels look like a Cockatu anyways." Said Blade as he pushed in his fuel injector to see if he had fuel. Once agian he forgot to check the fuel amounts. A Cockatu was a Cockatiel specialy designned by the pilot. Although they were able to change things, it never was majorly changed like the "Ghosts" were said to have.
"Alright people, lets rev up those burnners!" Commanded Jeww as he pulled out the Engine Pump Stopper knob, pushed in the Fuel Injector button that stayed and then turnned the half-coin shaped knob to the right. The engine admediatly bursted with a large growl and then he released the knob which did not go all the way back to the left, but stopped at the middle. "Lets check our magnitos and launch!" Commanded Jeww agian switching the Mag Switch to the left and then to the right, checking the RPM of the engine for any major drops. When he saw that the most lost was about 3,000 RPMs, he gave the order to launch.
In order they each ran out of thier parking spaces inside the hanger and made a sharp left to runway 14. Jeww was the first on the runway and he admediatly kept on going at the fast-walk speed any aircraft should go to taxi. As he reached about 50 feet away from the taxi turn, he pushed the brakes and pulled back the Thrust Lever, which was actually like one of those old batman cars that was a handle connected to the board on each end. It had a button on the right side, the Pulse Cannon Activator. "Everyone ready?" Asked Jeww turnning his head around to see just above the engine intakes that were oddly enough located on the top portion of the aircraft.
"Fireball readfy for launch hunny." Joked Fireball as he turnned on his laser guidance system and hit Jeww's shoulder. He was one of the best bombers the squadron had, which was how he got his name.
"Twitch ready for Launch." Confirmed Twitch as her engine was heard reving up and down like a drag racer's car.
"Fish ready for Launch, mate." said Fish with an understood smile.
"Blade ready to kick soem Arab ass, sir!" Yelled Blade over the line out of order, cutting off Raptor.
"Raptor ready for Launch." Said Raptor blankly.
They did not say it in order, though. Although Twitch and Fish were wingmates, Raptor and Fireball were too but did not confirm it in the right order. Blade and Jeww were the lead wingmates.
The airfield had no tower, and was actually not on the maps. No one knew of their mission except for a few in the high ranks. "Emerald Wings, launch." Commanded Jeww, calling off his squadron's name tag. They all used thier left hands (with the exception of Fish who had it as her right hand becouse she was left handed) and pushed thier Thrust Levers as far to the nsoe as they could. They kept thier brakes on, though. Since Blade was in the back and Jeww was in the front, it would look like the front and rear was taking off first. It seemed that wasy as Jeww pulled the Combat Stick that was on the right hand panel (vie versa for Fish's) and looked a lot like those old video games like Pacman where the joystick was actually attacted to the board. "Airborne." Confirmed Jeww and Blade as they started to rise up like helicopters. All of them started to do the same as both accelerated forward.

Jeww and Blade flew for about ten minutes at 450 knots, side by side, until the rest caught up. Even fi the aircraft were not stealthy, than it would look like only three were flying becouse each wingman was so close to thier partner that it seemed that they could touch each other with their fingers. Which was almost true if you took away just half an inch.
The six flew straight towards Sri Lanka, where just out of thier airspace a tanker will be waiting to refuel them for the long journey to United Arab Emirats.

As the Emerald Wings Squadron entered Sri Lankan airspace, the tanker was waiting. Even the tanker herself was designned to be stealth from radar, so they would not be detected. Also, their path was well out of military's way.

Jeww never liked in-lfight refueling becouse of the tanker operators. They were always "like navy pilots" as he put it. "Emerald Wing One, your up." Said the pilot of the Emerald Fueler, the specialized tanker for the Emerald Wings Squadron. He centered himself and pushed the thrust in just a little bit to 234 knots, four knots more than the tanker's speed. He quickly gainned distance becouse the tailwind at 34,000 feet was 15 knots. "Alright Emerald Wing One, just a little more altitude." Said the pilot. "God, I am right here, I can see it. Just press the lock button." Said Jeww annoiyingly. "Emerald One, you do nto have enough altitude for us to perform the lock. Please gain altitude."
Jeww, wanting to teach them a lesson that it was hard to control such an unstable and powerful bird, rammed his nose up and just as he plannd and so swiftly, the pipe flew into the refueling recepticle and automatically locked. Becouse the power of the Cockatiel was stonrg and even being nearly 3 times smaller than the tanker, the large fueling plane shifted directions but quickly recovered. "Damnit Jewitt, I'm reporting you after this for improper use of military equippment and placing fellow operators of federal property at risk of injury." Mouthed the pilot as Jeww heard the fuel flowing into the tanks behind him. "Well, tell my uncle 'Hi' for me why your at it, Mileston." Said Jeww jokingly as he heard the pipe unlock and he pushed his accelerator to the fullest burst without the Pulse Cannon.
The Cockatiel flew forward and then he pulled up the nose. Just underneath the tanker he readied the Cloud Dust smoke system and then accelerated and gainned altitude agian, thsi time he was right infront of the cockpit. "You think your so good of a pilot? Try refueling in this dumbass." Said Jeww as he pushed in the knob for the Cloud Dust System to activate. The white cloud-like smoke spread from the tips of the wings and below the exhust. It totally covered the entire tanker. "Damnit Jewitt!" Yelled the pilot.

United Arab Emirate's Capital

The Emerald Wings Squadron flew at thier dangerous formation straight over the capital. Each Secoundary Man (As in Jeww and Blade's consern, Blade was the Secoundary Man) had a reconnaisance pod located where thier right fuselage internal weapon's bay should be. They openned thier bays and the pods started to take video footage of the city. "Wait, there is something moving down there. What the fuck? It's a Numen V!" Yelled Jeww as he ordered the break of the formation. "Since when did Witzgall help out these little basterds? is this why we are here?" Asked Jeww as the whole formation became confused. They were not expecting a Witzgallian aircraft, expecially one that Truitt helped design, to be right at the capital of the target nation with a full armament.
"Engage the Numen V, it even has an Emirate insignia on it!" Commanded Jeww as he went for the fighter and locked onto it with one of his six bottom-stored TALM-50A Vallassa missles and fired it right at the Numen V's rear before it even noticed the squadron.

[OOC: Witzgall, you wanted to use some of your Numen V's, well, here yeah go!]

[OOC: Interesting. I'm on Earth 3 - Hungary, Romania, Bulgaria, Albania and Yugoslavia]

[OOC: How is it interesting? lol. Witzgall, feel free to RP the dogfight scene, it is your move btw.]

Honai, Viet Nam

The Presidente of Truitt stood with six men in military uniforms. They were all in different uniform colors. White, dark blue, light blue, green, purple and black. The Green Barrades, Navy, Airforce, Army, Marvy Force and T-Boat Fleet. They all were there to discuss the invasion of United Arab Emirates.
"We already have the Emerald Wings Squadron over there, what more air support do you want?" Asked the Generali to the Airforce after the Army Generali requested a whole fighter wing. "Well, I have yet to see the Emerald Wings in combat. All I hear about them is soemthing from the old Ghosts stories." Said the Generali as if he wanted to spit in the Generali's face. At that moment the Generali to the Marvy Force, James Conners (who is also the Councilari to the Presidente), spoke up. "The Ghosts were real, but they do not exist today. Last time I checked there were only two left alive, all of the others died peacefully." Everyone turnned to Conners with wide open eyes.
No one knew that the Presidente and Conners were part of the Ghosts and the four other squadron members died becouse of a tungsten rod strike right over the battlefield. They resignned after protecting the Ark Ramp from a massive fighter-bomber assault two weeks later.
"Your not telling me they were really alive?" Asked the Generali to the T-Boat Fleet very pitifully, he was still ill with the flu. "Yes, they are really alive." Corrected the Presidente. "Fine, but how should we go about this? I am requesting we send a D-Boat Division straight to the capital and have them surface. Launch a few aircraft and fly around. Maybe send some landing craft very close to the shore and then turn around. Get them to surrender." Said the Generali to the Navy raising his shoulders. "Sounds good. But you will need escorts. Your little supply of T-Boats will not permit such an operation, even so small." Said the Generali to the T-Boat Fleet.
Truitt's unique military branches do seem a little confusing. The Navy actually only controls D-Boats (Landing Craft) and E-Boats (Carriers, Missle Cruisers, Destroyers). The T-Boat Fleet controls T-Boats (Normal submarines with slight variations) of cource. The other confusing thing is the Marvy Force which is a mixture of all branches as a single defence branch. Since Truitt has absoultely no surface navy (except a few landing craft and fast-attack river boats) submarines designned for sertain operations take thier places very nicely. Most of the time navy fleets are unseen by any way of sensors. Satellites, radar, and even passive sonars can not pick them up.
"Fine, that will do. Send in the Whale Fleet. I am sure some other nations will try to but in. That will be enough." Said the Presidente firmly. What he said went. "But, Mr. Presidente," Startd the Generali to the Green Barrades knowing that his men would be used in the landing operations "No buts. Your men are more than trainned and the Emerald Wings Squadron will provide enough cover. The flagship of the Whale Fleet, is it still the Kestral?" Asked the Presidente turnning over to the Generali to the Navy. "Yes. Are you asking for the Emerald Wings Squadron to use that as a base?" Asked the Generali knowing the answer before he even asked. "Of cource. Now, I think we should launch a TyH-B12 Albatorss, have it specialy designned to carry as many BLU-82s as possable. I want it to fly over the capital and any military bases with the Emerald Wings Squadron as escorts. Make it so they can see those large bombs and we have the power to bring it to them." The Generalis nodded, some not satisfied, and they left to give the commands to thier other ranks.

Two Hours Later - Thailand National Navy Base; Thailand

The sea was calm, undisturbed. The warm summer-like winter evenning showed an empty port and most buildings looking like they were abandoned. It was just a thing to mislead other intelligance agencies, as the real base was underground, underwater.
Seven E-Boats were prepairing for launch. An aircraft carrier, missle destroyer, two missle cruisers, and three battleships. The aircraft carrier was an Auburn-class SSCVN, the Kestral. The missle destroyer was one of the many single-boat class E-Boats in the fleet, this one was called the Atal and the two missle cruisers looked a lot like the Atal, both were single-boat classes as well. The three battleships were of the Witzitt-class.
Prepairing for launch and would not see surface until it reached the half way mark, and that was to just under the surface to release a message to a satellite of thier current progress. All were being armed to thier fullest and the Kestral was armed with nothing but support aircraft. Oddly enough, it looked like they were going to an airforce base to destroy any fighter aircraft, not destroy much on the ground.

Miles away at the most southern tip of Thailand was the only Thailand-located T-Boat Base. It however, had a single D-Boat division deploying. It had three Tru'Gall-class SSLDCs, amphibious commands. There were complements of amphibious AU-1A4-1 "Water Mastiff" Main Battle Tanks, forty in all. With the landing craft were also an other forty AU-1s of various land variants. With the tanks were lighter transports and 120,000 infantry. The rest would be para-dropped by TyH-B12H Heavy Albatrosses as the operation begins.

[OOC: I will post it sometime tomorrow. Working on it all now...]

Honai, Viet Nam

The capital city was dead quiet. Eree and silent, the whole city had no lights and not even a single sound was heard except for the coast, even if faintly. There was still five million citizens in the city, but the reason to the death silence was not known, just that the nation-wide speaker system tould all citizens to turn off thier electric appliances and do not leave their houses, with some exceptions. Not even law enforcement personale were to be seen in the dead of night.
The reason many thought it to be was a practice drill for when a actual invasion happens, but they were wrong. It actually had nothing to do with an invasion of Viet Nam, but of an other nation.
All Offencive Active Duty units had been called to their bases and a quarter of them were deployed to an unknown location. So secret was their operation that they did not know what they had taken until after they have taken the beach. None of them had the Hawk and Star, the national symbol for the Osea government, on their shoulders. The tanks had no such thing as a turret insignia and the fighters onboard the two carriers had their squadron insignia-name and call number removed with an all-black paint and a red stripe on each horizontal stabilizer, the paint scheme of all Orbital Expansion Divisions and Fleets.
The whole battle group, the Whale Orbital Expansion Fleet, was made up of a total of fourty ships. Not a large fleet, yes, but they were all submarines. Multiple Raptior-class SSD T-Boats as escorts and the main ship to ship roles were along the edges. Many Yarder-class SSSCNs were launching off their diesel-electric supplies of Asasaind-class SSA two-person assualt submarines. The single Auburn-class SSCVN, the Rosemary, was the flag ship. It had just surfaced with two side-by-side Witzitt-class SSBSs, Submarine-Battleships, as a precaution. They both were armed in the Dominance Refit, or the one that had its frontal guns removed and replaced with Nirvana II 21' railguns.
The Rosemary launched a message to one of the forty eight AUSTIN-1 Satelites in orbit. The message was sent to the Honai-located Federal Investigation Agency, or the FIA (Pronoused FEE-a). They recived the message and then set it on fire right there at the printing port.
The Rosemary and her two heavy support ships submerged at the same time and accelerated to catch up to the middle section of the fleet. No one had their active sonar array on, but almost all of the Raptiors had their passive towed arrays deployed and had been listenning. Occasionally a small radar bouy would be launched from one of the Raptiors to search the surface of the water or any tracking helicopters or aircraft.

No one knew of their departure, and the nation thought it to be a safety practice turn.

3rd Orbital Expansion Ground Support Fighter-Bomber Wing

The all-stealth force of TB-5 Dream stealth bombers, TyH-58A Cockatiels, and two TyH-B12H Heavy Albatross paratransports flew at near-mach speeds across neutral terrain at the highest altitude they could all fly together. No nation that was currently tagged "neutral" had not technilogically advanced enough to detect the unmarked stealth aircraft.
They flew across battle-stricken India, Pakistan (cautiously), and then broke out to the ocean. A dead on cource across southern Kuwait and then a direct turn in vectors to United Arab Emirates. Their flight path had seemed to bring them across Northern Africa, but the turn was to throw off any possable plot trackers.
"Sir, we are comming up to Kuwaiti airspace. They may be able to detect us." Said one of the pilots in the rear to the Bridge Captian in one of the Dream bombers. "Keep on cource, if asked of nationality say Sri Lankan and if destination, an airforce base in Sicily." Said the Bridge Captian after pushing in the autopilot's change point, set for ten more minutes till the change.

1st Orbital Expansion Army

No one, including the highest of generals and majors, knew why they were split into two Tru'Gal-class SSLDC Amphibious Command submarines. The 1st A Divisional Army was to be launched first, but they did not know that. They were mainly infantry with a few light batle tanks. The 1st B Divisional was to be launched with the 1st C Divisional and they had main battle tanks and some troop transports. The 1st C Divisional had artillary, supply vehicles, and equipment given to create a small temporary base of operations.
Their mission was not to stop at the capital though, there were far too many units. Their mission was to continue fifty miles out, and use that as their strong hold. The make-shift base of operations would be constructed next to the main beach head, the location of the Capital House in U.A.E.

[OOC: I will be RolePlaying both UAE and myself being that Witzgall has some personal matters to fix.]

Honai, Viet Nam

The capital city was dead quiet. Eree and silent, the whole city had no lights and not even a single sound was heard except for the coast, even if faintly. There was still five million citizens in the city, but the reason to the death silence was not known, just that the nation-wide speaker system tould all citizens to turn off thier electric appliances and do not leave their houses, with some exceptions. Not even law enforcement personale were to be seen in the dead of night.
The reason many thought it to be was a practice drill for when a actual invasion happens, but they were wrong. It actually had nothing to do with an invasion of Viet Nam, but of an other nation.
All Offencive Active Duty units had been called to their bases and a quarter of them were deployed to an unknown location. So secret was their operation that they did not know what they had taken until after they have taken the beach. None of them had the Hawk and Star, the national symbol for the Osea government, on their shoulders. The tanks had no such thing as a turret insignia and the fighters onboard the two carriers had their squadron insignia-name and call number removed with an all-black paint and a red stripe on each horizontal stabilizer, the paint scheme of all Orbital Expansion Divisions and Fleets.
The whole battle group, the Whale Orbital Expansion Fleet, was made up of a total of fourty ships. Not a large fleet, yes, but they were all submarines. Multiple Raptior-class SSD T-Boats as escorts and the main ship to ship roles were along the edges. Many Yarder-class SSSCNs were launching off their diesel-electric supplies of Asasaind-class SSA two-person assualt submarines. The single Auburn-class SSCVN, the Rosemary, was the flag ship. It had just surfaced with two side-by-side Witzitt-class SSBSs, Submarine-Battleships, as a precaution. They both were armed in the Dominance Refit, or the one that had its frontal guns removed and replaced with Nirvana II 21' railguns.
The Rosemary launched a message to one of the forty eight AUSTIN-1 Satelites in orbit. The message was sent to the Honai-located Federal Investigation Agency, or the FIA (Pronoused FEE-a). They recived the message and then set it on fire right there at the printing port.
The Rosemary and her two heavy support ships submerged at the same time and accelerated to catch up to the middle section of the fleet. No one had their active sonar array on, but almost all of the Raptiors had their passive towed arrays deployed and had been listenning. Occasionally a small radar bouy would be launched from one of the Raptiors to search the surface of the water or any tracking helicopters or aircraft.

No one knew of their departure, and the nation thought it to be a safety practice turn.

3rd Orbital Expansion Ground Support Fighter-Bomber Wing

The all-stealth force of TB-5 Dream stealth bombers, TyH-58A Cockatiels, and two TyH-B12H Heavy Albatross paratransports flew at near-mach speeds across neutral terrain at the highest altitude they could all fly together. No nation that was currently tagged "neutral" had not technilogically advanced enough to detect the unmarked stealth aircraft.
They flew across battle-stricken India, Pakistan (cautiously), and then broke out to the ocean. A dead on cource across southern Kuwait and then a direct turn in vectors to United Arab Emirates. Their flight path had seemed to bring them across Northern Africa, but the turn was to throw off any possable plot trackers.
"Sir, we are comming up to Kuwaiti airspace. They may be able to detect us." Said one of the pilots in the rear to the Bridge Captian in one of the Dream bombers. "Keep on cource, if asked of nationality say Sri Lankan and if destination, an airforce base in Sicily." Said the Bridge Captian after pushing in the autopilot's change point, set for ten more minutes till the change.

1st Orbital Expansion Army

No one, including the highest of generals and majors, knew why they were split into two Tru'Gal-class SSLDC Amphibious Command submarines. The 1st A Divisional Army was to be launched first, but they did not know that. They were mainly infantry with a few light batle tanks. The 1st B Divisional was to be launched with the 1st C Divisional and they had main battle tanks and some troop transports. The 1st C Divisional had artillary, supply vehicles, and equipment given to create a small temporary base of operations.
Their mission was not to stop at the capital though, there were far too many units. Their mission was to continue fifty miles out, and use that as their strong hold. The make-shift base of operations would be constructed next to the main beach head, the location of the Capital House in U.A.E.

Capital of United Arab Emirates

The entire fleet surfaced in unison with a large quake of water flying and hulls flying in the air and then resting on the surface peacefully. A message was sent to the President of United Arab Emirates.

To: Lead Powers in United Arab Emirates
From: The "Whale" Fleet
Order all armed forces, including civil law enforcement, to throw down their weapons and go to a local government building with their arms dispantled. Surrender to the "Whale" Fleet admediatly or face the massive destruction of your nation with possable civilian casualties.


The President quickly replied.

To: The "Whale" Fleet
From: President of the U.A.E.
We will not lay our arms to our own soil. This act of war is not acceptable and we will alert the United Nations if you fire any type of weapon over our airspace or on our ground.


"Ha," Began the Fleet Commander "Tell the Witzitt-class battleships to fire their railguns directly at the pre-set barrings. Redeploy the Emerald Wings Squadron as soon as the railguns have firred. Have all assualt ships submerge to protect the fleet." The Bridge Transmitter sent the message to the whole fleet which acted quickly.
The Stallion, a Raptior-class SSD T-Boat, quickly dispatched from the fleet and began, running silent, to scan the area. United Arab Emirates had a single Kilo-class SSN they bought from Russia and it was reported to be in the area. Being one ship in the little armed forces they had for the navy, it was something that needed to be found or taken hostage and sold or used.
"I think I have something." Whispered the Sonar Operator in the Sonar Room. He sent a line to the bridge while quietly crackling the keyboard. TWO O'CLOCK, A SMALL UNIDENTIFIED UNDERWATER ACUSTIC SOURCE. SUGGESTED TO BE A HOSTILE SUBMARINE. The Bridge Capiton quickly glanced at the message and gave the order with hand signals to stop anything that may give them off. Persue the objective. It was understood at what it ment, Go to it. They sped up from 2 knots to 9 knots, just below the Silent Safe limit.
They were out of the active sonar range from the fleet, so they were far enough from it for a spy submarine to form a surprise attack and hopefully damage a smaller assualt sub. "We are just fifty feet from Yk50 range." Reported the Bridge Weapons Commander silently through hand signals and lip sinking. The Capiton nodded and pressed the switch on the Command Module down and a red light came on. The alert for the torpedo room to ready as many torpedoes for launch, without flooding, as there were switches. He flipped four in all, just in case extra submarines were in the area.
The Capiton stared at the eight switches for two minutes and then the four switches turnned to yellow. They were loaded and ready to flood and lock. He turnned to his Sonar Operator and he was staring back. He nodded. The Capiton raised an eye and the sonar operator made with a series of raised fingers 820. 820 feet from the target, dangerously close btu at least the submarine could not react in time with the closer distance.
He pushed the buttons under each of the four switches in so fast of a series that they all went through as a single command. "Tubes flooded, the Kilo is speeding up!" Reported the Bridge Observer breaking the ship's entire silence. At Kilo had no active sonar unless it had a major redo, and then it would be larger and slower. "Fire tubes One and Four at the target!" Commanded the Capiton as the order was relayed through the line to the torpedo room.
The bullet-shaped submarine dropped two torpedoes from its front and the pumpjets in each Yk50 Capitalist powered up and accelerated to five knots past the Stallion's own top cautionary speed. The Yk50s were being guided by their wires which were connected to the ship. The Kilo launched out four noisemaker countermeasures and accelerated far past its cautionary limit and began to do sharp turns, dispite the pressure hull's own limits.
The first torpedo hit directly in the engine, destroying the screw and the bottom vertical stabilizer. he secound torpedo just made the problems done by the first even larger. They were both Yk50Mod3 Liberal Capitalists, meannign their warheads were much larger than conventional torpedoes and had a shorter range and slower speed; that was no matter, however.
"The entire Kilo has stopped operating and there is rapid filling in the rear with a large sound of air bubbles. They are attempting an emergency surfacing before they gain too much water." Reported the Sonar Operator to the Capiton. "Do not surface, but continue to go at five knots towards the Kilo. We want it alive so we can use it later or sell off its parts." Replied the Capiton.

The Fleet was tould of the surfacing Kilo which did surface. Becouse the damage was mainly in the engine and stearing rooms, not much of the ship was heavy enough to sink. The crew was captured and the Kilo lifted into one of the few Diplomat-class SSTPFs, the Deselator, by a Truitti crew that was on the Rosemary for an alternative crew change.
The Kilo was put into a holding lock inside the large Deselator while the Stallion was loaded up and rearmed.

"Impacts on key areas in the city! They are hitting us with missles or something!" Reported one of the Generals by the President as he watched the railgun rounds outside. One hit a nearby building and damaged the one they were in. The entire building blew, shards and shrapnel everywhere and the capital building's own windows blew from the massive shockwave.
"Order the entire navy back from the Oman border to the hostile fleet. Engage at will, attack larger ships first." Ordered the General at a navy base near the far east coast that unknowingly, had three Raptior-class SSD T-Boats at the mouth awaiting for the secound out of the three fleets United Arab Emirates had to come out and be slaughtered by two of the Raptiors being fully loaded with Sunspot Anti-Shipping Missles.
The Sunspot was a modernization of the Russian Sunburn Anti-Shipping Missle. The other Raptior was fully loaded and had its tubes flooded with long-range Yk50Mod2 Anarchic Capitalist torpedoes. The two rear tubes of every submarine was also loaded and flooded before time with Yk50Mod2 torpedoes. They were ready.



Capital

The fleet stood idle for five minutes. An order came from the Presidente himself to stop all operations and a T-Boat Subfleet was to go to Oman Navy Base, a navy base near the Oman-U.A.E. border. It already had three Raptior-class SSD T-Boats and they reported from sounds of the noisey diesel surface ships that they were prepairing for launch out of the extremely small bay. Hard to say it was a fleet; it was extremely small.
Five more Raptior-class SSD T-Boats and a single Terroist-class SSA that could dock with a specialy designned Raptior that was also comming. Their mission, although to shoot them as they came out, did not figure correctly to them. They were going to perform a mining operation, even agenst orders.
The Raptiors currently at post only had five mines in storage to make up for the need of missles and torpedoes. The incomming Raptiors were better fitted for mining operations, however.

The five Raptiors, with the third one having the Terroist docked, met up with the other three. The Terroist was one of the newer Flight IV versions, developed for mine warfare other than hit and run. It had four pods for dropping pre-loaded mines. The mines were SASM (Strategic Anti-Shippery Mine) mines, a Yk50 version of the CAPTOR series of mines.
The Terroist launched from the Raptior with its four mines on its side. It ran strictly on battery power straight into the bay, in the heart of the 2nd Emirate Naval Fleet. The ships were extremely out dated and most did nto have their active sonars on. Even if they did, more than likely it would not register the Terroist becouse of its extremely small size and running so close to the bottom.
It finally left the high bottom mouth and entered the deep bay openning. Just as it entered it dropped three of the four SASM mines they heard the mines hit the ocean's bottom loudly: The bottom was rock and not sand as originally thought. "Shit, they might have heard us!" Whispered the Powerplant and Navigations Officer onboard the Terroist. They admediatly accelerated to the middle of the bay while all other ships were at dock. They quicky dropped the last one and to their hopes, it hit with little sound on the projected sand bottom.
The turnned around, docked, and got four more. This time they dropped the four in the middle and on their third trip, dropped the rest on the outside of the mouth.
"Sir, operations complete." Reported the Sonar Operator onboard the Raptior-class' own lead ship which was deployed offencively for the time since Sparty Island War IV. "Set them up for one more run." Commanded the Capiton. "Sir, we only have enough for two more runs and we need to do the mouth two more times to match the ship count at dock." Questioned the SO. "I am establishing you to a new post, in the Court. Go." Commanded the Capiton agian. The Court was in the Sonar Monitering Room, set aside to make sure the sonar, being so powerful, did not destroy its dome or create too many bubbles in the dome from its waves. It was boring and extremely tough to do.
"But sir-" Started the SO agian before the Capiton whipped around, swinging his leg into the air and hitting the SO point blank in the face. The entire force of the kick made the SO's body fly out of his seat and onto the empty chair next to him. "Dumbass. You! Your the new Sonar Operator." Said the Capiton pointing at the Secound Acustic Moniter. "Get him at his post and bring a folding chair. And get that boat back out there." He commanded. "Yessir." Said everyone in unison. The most dangerous naval platform in Truitt was not an aircraft carrier as in other navies, but it was a T-Boat. Where precision and silence are known all around the world and defiance is not accepted.

The Terroist took out four more mines, dropping them this time closer to the docks. On their fourth, and final, trip they dropped the rest at the edge of the mouth to attack the escaping ships. "All four trips are a sucess. We are to leave now and mine a strip of land where the Thrid Emirate Naval Fleet will be crossing to the capital." Reported the Strategic Commander onboard the Raptior. "Alright, lets go." Said the Capiton sitting down, which only a Truitti Admiralo and Capiton did once operations were complete.

Meanwhile, the TyH-B12H Heavy Albatross wing was on its way to southern [color=red[U.A.E.[/color] and would travel right over the navy base that had been mined earlier. In all, the three transports had thirty men, heavy supports and demolitions experts, and five AU-1A1 Mastiff MBTs and two AU-1A3 English Mastiff Air Sanitizing Tanks. They were set off as the first of three drops to hold the South Western post and create a base for strategic reasons.
"Prepair for deployment!" Yelled the Bridader Captian of the 67th Orbital Expansion Support Platoon over the extremely loud turbofans of the bomber that was converted into a paratrooper deployment platform in Sparty Island War IV to help in strategic ground support missions.
The paratroopers and paratanks all went through their pre-drop checks and the first infantryman jumped. After all the paratroopers jumped at the secound pass over the target, the armored division's crews jumped. On their third and fourth passes they launched the tanks by the automatic rail ramps.

The Fleet all of a sudden turnned active as a message from the submarine division in the south: They are readiying to deploy.

The Rosemary launched off all of her TyH-B12D Swimming Albatross heavy bombers form its modified two-molded hydrolic runways.

After the five took flight, the Emerald Wings Squadron deployed on the deck of the lead boat of the Article-class SSDDG's helicopter deck which was enlarged for the Cockatiel Enforcment Requirment in the Flight III line.

"This is Spanky One, I am prepairing deployment into United Arab Jackarzes." Said Jeww humorously as he pushed in the thrust bar all the way to the front of the dashboard, sending the aircraft up into the sky.

"Damn it Jewitt, get your-" Said the Air Traffic Controller before he switched the knob to Squadron Only.

The fighers and bombers flew over the ungaurded capital. No such anti-air came from the grounds and few infantrymen were seen on the ground prepairing for war, but railgun fire was to be actived with doubled missle strikes, they would not live long enough.

They did not touch the capital, but an industrial center near it. The bombs, four per plane, were the BLU-87, a 12,000lb bomb that makes a devistating explosion that makes it sometimes appear to be a tatical nuke.

One bomb hit, blowing the entire large facory that still had parts and workers inside to bits. Litteraly, it was destroy into a crater. The three others from that single Albatross hit other factories in the large complex and park.

The other four Albatrosses dropped their payloads to simular targets, including an Army Base that needed a SEAD Mission by the Emerald Wings Squadron before it could enter the airspace.



Meanwhile at the Southern Navy Base;

The Ships slowly moved out to the mouth just as a Sunspot Anti-Shipping Missle was launched from a Raptior-class T-Boat. It hit the small diesel corvette with a massive boom.

"Active the mines!" Commanded the Divisional General. The mines activated and the ships began to blow and continue to try to exit the mouth after being hit by several torpedoes and still taking on water and half afloat.

No ship would be battle worthy after the first pickit submarine got to it, and the ships stuck int he baror were still being attacked by the several mines and the mines at the mouth.

IC: Grays Hill officially warns Truitt not to go any further than the UAE and Yeman. Your expansions in my corners of the world are not welcome, but will be tolerated. Should you go any further than the UAE and Yeman, it will be considered an act of war on the nation of Grays Hill.

The Final Blow

As the slaughter began of the naval fleets to the south the main fleet near the capital city was active. "Launch all amphibious forces admediately! Call the Emerald Wings Squadron back for close air support." Commanded the Fleet Admiralo.
The Tru'gal-class SSLDCs quickly surfaced, being one of the few still submerged. After it rested the front deck that was supposed to hold helicopters had its front end start to move forward and onto the ocean's surface. Soon enough, helicopters began to rise from their elevators, four elevators out of the six were loading up helicopters.
The other two elevators were rising up small Building-class amphibious transports and Structure-class amphibious transports/support with their .50 caliber machine gun on top. They were already loaded with all the tanks and infantry prepaired for the first assualt after the missle strike. "Begin roll!" Commanded the first Structure-class's driver as he pushed the spiral treads forward. Following them were the two Witzitt-class Submercpial Battleships, being on the surface to begin with, started to prepair their twenty vertical-launch missle systems that were loaded with Sunspot Anti-Surface missles. They quickly aquired via AUSTIN-2 Satellite direction, and most launched within one minute. The missles flew directly to their targets at near-mach speeds over the city. Bombletts were released as they entered far enough mainland near the central districts of the capital. "Amphibious craft, you are cleared for landing!" Reported a fleet director as the last of the amphibious craft stopped next to each other no less than fifty feet from the breakers.
The assualt went as planned. The infantry quickly rushed out of the rear ends of their craft and started shooting at anything that moved; civilian, animal, or politician, all were shot on sight. "There's no time to kiss the beach, get moving!" Was the common thing heard as the only deployed offencive Osean Federal Armed Forces (OFAF) made their way to the capital building. United Arab Emirates was theirs, and no one could stop them.

Three Hours Later
Almost every ship in the Emirate Navy was sunk, unoperational, or had surrendered due to the surprise attack by the T-Boat force in the south. Only a single patrol boat, not even made for sea operation, was not firred at becouse it flew the Truitti Federal Osea Flag and had its weapons pointing down, something that took the entire system to be dismantled. A few ships were caught, such as some American destroyers and some Russian submarines. They would be used when the Emirate Navy was rebuilt to fly the flag of Osea Truitt.
The rest of the Emirate Army actually put up no fight in most areas. They were promised this after the capital was easily taken by few resistance ifnantry and some armed citizens. All those who throw down their arms and come to the nearest Osea Truitti Base will be granted citizenship of the new state of United Arab Emirates. THose who do not throw down their arms and are wounded or taken prisioner will be killed. In a public demonstraition, the President himself was taken out to the former militarymen as they had thrown down their own guns on the spot. He was shot in the head with his advisors by him, facing the same fait.
The Emirate Homeland was taken and just a few resistance remained. It was expected that the Osea Truitti Federal Fleet would be reassigned to the navy base that was once the capital of U.A.E., Emirate Navy Base. It had no capital now, and the lands were to be annexed as part of Nepal to give it some coastline. All Nepalese laws, regulations, and military were being sent to Former Independant U.A.E. as the international community saw the president, wife, and teenage boy be shot.

Honai, Viet Nam
The Presidente personally sits down and writes Grey Hills a Telegram.

To: Gray Hills' Government
From: Presidente Fonzi S. Jewitt
Our invasions of United Arab Emirates and the possable Vietamese expenasion into Yemen is all wanted for our future conquests in an other continent. We wish not to wage war with an other asian nation and if it pleases, we are open for any diplomatic actions between our nations such as alliance, trade agreements, and so on
Presidente S. Jewitt

Yemen
The Large Divisions left at the capital were stationed there becouse of the Grey Hills Threat. What did go forward with the invasion of Yemen, which was projected to be even easier, was a small T-Boat Division. It had a total of ten Raptior-class SSD T-Boats, two Dugahh-class SSBN/SSGN T-Boats, and two Terroist-class SSAs that would dock with the two specialy designned Dugahh-classes in the Flight VI Requirment.
"We have our message returnned. They urge us not to set foot on their soil or on Omani soil. Shall we begin?" Reported the Communications Officer onboard the TSV Urgence, a Raptior-class. "Yes," Began the Bridge Capiton, "Order the Storm and Thunder to load all tubes and fire Sunspot missles. Since there is no shipping traffic currently, order them that the use of their torpedo tubes is permitted." The Communications Officer nodded and relayed it to the two sister boats Storm and Thunder.
Onboard the Storm
"Begin the first checks on the Sunburn Yachk 4 Missles. Be sure to have them fly over heavily bunched up areas." Said the Bridge Capiton of the Storm as its twenty VLS tubes were being loaded as with four of the six torpedo tubes. "All load and Most Respects." Reported the light from the Weapons Room. The ships in Osea Truitt do not communicate by a phone-like line, but by lights flashing in morsecode three times to make sure the command was gotten and then a confirmation was sent to make sure nothing was mistaken. Sign language was how in-room crew would communicate usually. "Redeay in ll Respects and flood." Commanded the Capiton with his fast but understandable sign language.
THe Visual Light Board replyed just half a minute later that the torpedo tubes were flooded and that the VLS tubes were almost ready to flood. "Tell them to launch the First Wave." Commanded the Bridge Capiton. The four missles flew form their tubes and quickly flew just above sea level. After half a minute he commanded "Fire Secound Wave." Ten of the Twenty VLS Tubes firred and were to stay underwater just a little bit longer. Their main mission was to destroy added coastal implacements. "Fire Last Wave." Commanded the Brg. Cap. giving the last of their missle duties. The Thunder did the same as them at almost the same exact time.
AUSTIN-7 Satellite XC0031 - Sights on Yemeni Coast
The flashes of light flew from the sea at different intervals. They flew some right over the land and one was hit with some sort of a land flash, a SAM. Surprisingly, none were after the first wave dropped bombletts than rammed into buildings with the fuel remaining. The secound wave did more wide-spread destruction as side by side two at a time, the Sunburn missles dropped their larger bombletts and then rammed into objects. They had added fuel becouse it was more coastal oriantated. The Final Wave pretty much hit one of the few airforce bases in Yemen. Bombletts raged along the taxiway and buildings that included hangers, supply dumps, and crew halls. The missles, almsot out of fuel, did not blow like the others did but did make good impact damage on the runway and the two control towers.
Yemen would fall even easier than United Arab Emirates and the first strike would more than likely give them wants to surrender after seeing the massicure done in the Emriate borders.

Honai, Viet Nam
Fonzi Jewitt and his Councilari, James Conners, were sitting in silence in the Presidentel Room in Presence Tower, the capital building of the Osea Truitti Orbit. "Fonzi, Grey Hills could mean some problems with us, and you want him to stop invading Qatar?" Asked James looking over and breaking the silence. "Well, I belive that Qatar is to stop our own expansion, even if we have no need to even think about invading it. We are at a good possition here. The invasion of Yemen should begin and be our victory in less than a day. This will give us a size advantage. I will go ahead and say, our troops are not exactly the most amount, but I belive our Airforce and Navy can equal out that disadvantage. I belive they are one of those Surface Ship-based navies, correct?" Asked Fonzi staring at a Maple Tree outside the window, not a native to Viet Nam. "Yes, they are. But besides that fact, they hold Saudi Arabia, Iraq, Pakistan, and many other Middle Eastern nations. We barely hold the Emiraten borders and soon enough, Yemen." The Presidente turnned to his young Councilari. "We also have the South Asian Orbit, by friend. That is the size of Grey Hill's entire Empire. I belive they see us as an outside force trying to force new cusotms on them, which I will not do. Yes, I will try to convert them to Judism, the first camps should be completed in a few days. But as to him as a threat, we should call up Qatar and tell them we will help them keep their independance. Understood?" Said Fonzi looking over. He was serious, and James did not care for this attitude from the joking Presidente.

[OOC: Grey Hills, This is just my guys talking. Nothing will happen unless you fire first. I also have TMed Zack. in Oman with possabilities to expand into him. You will find out the next post that James will not relay the message.]

OOC: Lol, my threats were only to stop you from going into Qatar, because I planned on going into it. And I only used your invasion of the UAE and Yemen as propoganda to try to get Qatar to surrender to me. Check the qatar thread.

[OOC: I know, just that I can't have my leaders act like it could be just your own expansion. I am paranoid you know, so don't get any closer *arms nukes*]

IC:

To: Osea Truitt
From: Yemenese President
We will not surrender. Your warmongering views are of agressivness and this is likely to bring Ahla to your door in hatrid. Your will to convert us to Judism is unjust as only Isreal is such a nation in the Arab Region. Bringing Judism even further into the Emiraten Border is an act of war agenst all Arab countries. Why dont you go back home and do not dare place....TRANSMISSION LOST

"Hey, he did not put an apostriphy inbetween the 'n' and 't' in don't. What a dumbass." Said Jewitt looking at the message. "Fonzi, did you even read the whole thing?" Asked James. "Duh, he is a dumbass. I just want to nuke him so bad....I want a full invasionary force over there as soon as possable too." Jewitt said ripping the paper up.

James shook his head and sent the order to the Generalis.