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Lachenburg
San Lucia
Saint Beuttocillei (of course)

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ICC:

San Giogento, Saint Beuttocillei


Commanding- General Victor Digergento watched over the capital square, a malicious smile growing ever larger across his face.

He stood high above Moregeno Square, his short figure dressed in a bright field uniform bristling with various medals and ribbons won from past conflicts. Standing below him were 50,000 soldiers, along with hundreds of tanks and other vehicles. They marched along with brimstone in their eyes, and fire in their hearts.

Finally, our time has come

Reaching his hand out over the vast expanse of the stone square and his jaws began to slowly move with words of war spewing forth.

“Today men, it is time to sieze destiny. Long ago, our great nation was strong and vast, stretching across the entire expanse of this region. No one opposed us, and we alone dictated what’s right and wrong!”

A massive roar filled the giant square, as the men shouted in pride.

“Now we stand at a weakened state, with enemies all around us. Our economy crumbles to dust and our people stand at the wayside, as the wretched Lachenburgians and San Lucians fill their pockets with foreign money. But now it is time for change. On this day, the president and I will not take this blasphemy, no longer! We will rise up and triumph over our advisaries and claim our rightful place as leaders of a new Empire!”

In unison the soliders began to shout: “Huzzah…Huzzah!”

By now, Victor knew it was time to return to his plans. To defeat the nations of Lachenburg and San Lucia, it would take skill and determination and he knew that if he pushed strong enough, these two nations would crumble to the ground.

----Transmission Jan 2005----

To: The Governments of San Lucia and Lachenburg

At this current date, all peaceful relations between our nations will cease to exist. We feel that it is in our best interest to vanquish your armies, so that prosperity and freedom may reign upon this gloomy place. Surrender now or you will be crushed!

Victor Digergento
Commanding General of the Armed Services
The Kingdom of Saint Beuttocillei

----Transmission Ended----


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Over the skies of Lachenburg

Colonel George Belchini gazed out over the landscape of the territory below, awed by the fertile fields and the tiny little stone villages that dotted the mountainous landscape.

Too bad we half to bomb these fools.

All around the Colonel, were 12 other B-52 Stratofortresses, there eight engines roaring at around 400 mph, through the dark blue sky of the early morning. Their mission was to hit strategic targets near the city of Brimelschatz. Apparently, a large air base was located their, along with a countless number of planes and armored vehicles.

“This is Golf 1, were picking up radar signals all over the place, 5 million watts. Over.”

Glancing down at his small radar screen, the wary Colonel gazed at the sudden blips that were appearing on their radar screen. About 10 of them now chimed brightly.

“Looks like were attracting a crowd; I have 10 bogeys inbound, 20 miles east and closing.”

Almost on cue, a group of 13 F-16E Interceptors appeared out of the low clouds, below the bombers. Strapped on to there grey, delta shaped wings were AIM-9 Sidewinder AA-Missles, along with the new SS-4 AA-Missle. Both of them packed a big bite and they were now paitently waiting to be deployed against their foes.

“Alright Golf 2, were on it. Over.”

The F-16s let out a tremendous roar, as the aircraft reached super-sonic speeds.

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Near the Lachenburgian Border

Generals Belgiami and De Naro received their orders from the General Staff office, hours after arriving at their HQ in San Melcabo. The preparations to attack Lachenburg and San Lucia with 2 immense thrusts were to be put into action immeadeatley. It was absolutely imperative that the Saint Beuttocilleians achieve decisive superiority in the Coming conflict, so that the war could end as quickly and bloodlessly as possible.

Belgiami and De Naro were to lead the main assault, while General Saracto was to oversee the smaller operations in the far-west. These three men would command three million Saint Beuttocilleians soldiers. The northern and southern main thrusts would be accomplished by two Army Groups of about 1 million men each, while the weatern operations would be done with about 400,000 men and the Islands would be quickly seized with 100,000 men. About 500,000 men would be used as reserves for the main attack.

If done correctly, it was hoped that Lachenburg and San Lucia could be finished off in less than two months, allowing Saint Beuttocillei domination over the entire region. Now that the word was given, the massive Saint Beuttocilleian war machine sputtered to life and began its unstoppable march towards its objectives.

Kalzenstien, Lachenburg

General Rolf Neuterhausen was still reeling in shock after reading the declaration of war. For almost 150 years, the nations of Lachenburg and Saint Beutocelli had co-existed in a climate of peace and prosperity. Now that sturdy framework had collapsed and apocalypse was on the horizon.

As he strolled into the ornately decorated war room, the eyes of the most powerful men in Lachenburg were glaring at him. After all, his defense strategy would determine the entire course of the war. Many did not trust him either. After serving as a brash general officer and on the verge of being court marshaled 3 times, many thought of Rolf as a rude, brash solider who did not know about the finer aspects of war. But time and again, he proved to his critics that he was quite capable of controlling the field of battle.

“Good Morning, Gentlemen. I see that you’re all in rather good spirits.” The Field Marshall said, with a slight hint of sarcasm to his low, tenor voice.

Catching the obvious sarcasm of the Field Marshall, Grand Canton Von Eisengruf promptly stood from his seat with a scowl on his old wrinkled face.

“Just get on with your presentation Field Marshall; we have no time for your blatant sarcasm.”

“Alright, alright, our plan is rather simple, involving a defensive line stretching across the length of our famed Grossbecher Mountains. As you may know, the area is heavily forested and brutally cold around this time of year, perfect for a determined defense.”

Gingerly setting some documents on the lavishly decorated mahogany table, the commander continued.

“Although our enemy will out number our forces by at least 2-to-1, we will have the advantage of terrain and better training in this environment. Our spies in Saint Beutocelli, have reported that their soldiers are ill equipped for a Alpine campaign and only carry several days worth of supplies. If we can keep their war machine stalled for long enough, their army will fall apart.”

“Of course to make sure this plan works, we will need domination of the seas and skies. As of the current moment, the SBAF currently fields around 2300 fighter aircraft and almost 450 bomber aircraft. On the seas, they command nearly 135 ships, including 7 large carriers. To defeat this overwhelming military might, we will need lots of skill and a certain secret weapon.”

Removing several sheets of paper from his manila folder, he evenly distributed them each to the 6 other gentlemen sitting at the end of the room.


“That my friend is our new secret weapon. Over the past three years, our scientists have been working on other form of un-conventional weapons to replace the use of nuclear materials. This is what they came up with: The e-bomb, or electromagnetic pulse weapon. This weapon, when successfully deployed, generates a 6- kilometer wide electromagnetic pulse that disables any type of electronic device that contains silicon chip technology. We could turn aircraft, tanks, missiles and other weapons of war into useless pieces of junk, using these weapons. As of the moment, we currently have 50 e-bombs; 20 of them attached to cruise missiles and 30 of them capable of being deployed by our bombers. If used wisely, we could utterly annihilate our opposition without killing a single person.”

Now the once skeptic looks that had pierced through Rolf transformed into looks of amazement.

“By hitting the SBAF’s 15 major airfields, we could keep two-thirds of their forces on the ground, giving our men air superiority. Of course, we will always half to contend with the dangers of enemy missle sites”

“As for the ocean conflict, that is for a different briefing.”

Just as the meeting ended, 15 specially designed cruise missiles saw the light of day, as they emerged from their silos. They would wait for the enemy forces to return to their bases, for re-fueling and re-arming. Then the teeth of the tiger would strike.

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Bergaschow, Lachenburg

Tank Commander, Hans Richter peered out over the hatch of his P-1 Main Battle tank. Surrounding him, was a frozen forest of green and white, sitting a-top a large, angled ridge. Within the confines of that space, were hundreds of camouflaged bunkers and trenches, dug in a matter of 2 days by the local populace who were quite eager to protect their homelands. Now 3,500 soldiers and 115 tanks, along with 42 MRLSs and 80mm howitzers occupied these works, waiting for the on-coming maelstrom.

“Hey Hans. We I got some news from our scout up ahead. They say the enemy is approaching head on and will be here within the hour.”

Glancing down at the rather small corporal standing below, Hans breathed a small sigh and continued to gaze out over the frozen landscape.

“Alright then, have you informed the rest of the men?”

“Yes, Sir. They are moving to their battle-stations immediately.”

“Excellent; thank you corporal.”

Squeezing back through the green and brown hatch of his tank, Hans manned his position and waited for the enemy. This day, he knew, would be the bloodiest day of his rather short life.

Bergaschow, Lachenburg

Damn it’s cold

Sergant Goerge Scatallini and his men and had marching for 4 days now, and the cruel sub-arctic weather had already began to reak its havoc across the ranks of his fellow comrades. Already, reports of frost-bite and hypothermia and began to circulate among the camp, lowering the high morale of these men.

By now, they had finally reached Lachenburg and had just crossed the border when the saw the towering peaks and never ending forests of Lachenburg. However, they did not notice that from a mere 5000 yards away, was the enemy, patiently waiting for these wary soldiers to come ever closer.

“Sergant, sir! It seems like the enemy doesn’t want to fight. I mean we haven’t confronted a single enemy solider, since we entered this god-forsaken place. This wars gonna be over in no time,” Beckoned one of the more foolish privates of the group.

“Don’t be so sure of that, private. These Lachenburgians can be quite sly, when it comes to protecting their homelands,” the sergent replied, his voice rattled by his constantly shivering jaw.

Now, they approached the hill at 1500 yards, with Leopard IIs in the front, supported by infantry all around. 3 miles back was a large column of Artillery, ready to be deployed at a moments notice.

“Hey, corporal can you pass me tha---“

BOOM!!

Suddenly the whole field tunred into a slaughterhouse, as hundreds of enemy projectiles tore across the field, obliterating the front columns of tanks and infantry. With only shrubs covering the vast expanse, the men had nothing for cover and were sitting ducks for the enemy machine guns.

“Return Fire!”

The remaining men at the front, cowered behind the wreckage of their own vehicles, frantically firing into the ridge beyond. Enemy fire now covered the field in a sheet of tracers, as thousands of rounds flew into the front positions.

BOOM!....BOOM!

More high velocity tank round, flew across the field, skewering the Leopards before they could even fire a shot.

By now, the Saint Beutocellian ranks were on the verge of falling apart, as men watched their comrades being torn apart by enemy fire. However, the sheer will of their NCOs and commanding officers kept them going.

“Corporal, provide me cover fire! I’m going over to rally I Company!”

“Yes, Sir! G Company, provide cover fire!”

The entire company opened up, their G-3s and MG-22s throwing round after round into the forested ridge. Gracfully dodging the oncoming fire, the Sergeant made his way towards the panicking I Company, which was now heavily pinned down.

:::: WHAM! ::::

A massive artillery shell struck a mere three feet away from the Company’s postion, killing all but 3 determined soliders. By now they had ran out of ammunition and were simply hiding behind a flaming jeep.

“You three, follw me!”

“Yes, Sir!”

:::: Whoppa-Whoppa-Whoppa ::::

Enemy guns continued to blast the field, that was now drenched in blood and covered with corpses of the dead, their eyes transfixed in shock, for they never saw it coming.

After several wrenching moments of dodging enemy fire, the Sergant and the remains of I-Company reached G-Company that was now low on ammunition.

“Sir, we half to retreat, we don’t have any ammunition left.”

“Retreat to where, private! The enemy will just cut us down! I want you to go around to all of those corpse and get their ammunition. Good luck.”

Enemy planes now appeared low over the horizon, their black sillohuetes almost impossible to see. Within a matter of seconds they released their deadly cargo upon the field.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Millions of little steel shards rained down upon the SB position, shredding men to pieces. The scene looked grim, as these unfortunate soldiers clinged to life.

COMSTAR MISSLE DEPLOYMENT (CMD) Command and Control Center, Lachenburg

5…

4…

3…

2…

1…

Within milliseconds, 15 cruise missiles sprang up from their launchers into the azure blue skies, each of them carrying the new EMP-warheads. Their targets were the major airfields of SB, now teeming with aircraft, back from morning raids.

By now, the missiles had reached a speed of Mach 5.4 and climbing, as they reached 4,500 ft. These missiles had been designed to fly right under the radius of enemy radar, until the reach their target, and then they would cut their engines and fall 4,100 ft. until they detonated.

As 3 hours past, they approached their targets and the flight computers stored within adjusted the flying projectiles for their final descent. At 5:30 PM, they detonated, sending a bluish pulse across the sky. Suddenly, many of the airfields became silent, as their systems immediately shut off. Aircraft taking off suddenly fell to the ground, like birds with broken wings. People stood perplexed, trying to figure out what just happened.

As the last lingering rays of light slipped away from the horizon, thousands of aircraft stood silently at their posts, now useless pieces of scrap metal.

Hovering silently over the landscape at 90,000 ft., an un-manned reconnaissance aircraft adjusted its camera lens and began to snap pictures of the crippled air-fields.

San Giogento, Saint Beuttocillei


General Victor Digergento was not a happy man on this cloudy winter morning. After he had recived news from the front that his army was on the verge of stalling, Digergento had thrown a rather large fit, badly wounding one of his servants with a metal chair. But no matter, he had plan for winning.

Although, the Lachenburgians had halted their initial assault, the full weight of the SB army had not been pressed. All he needed to do was blast those dreaded hills with as much artillery as possible, along with a-couple of airstrikes and then nothing would be able to stop his army. Things seemed to be looking up, until another communications officer strode into his cold, stone room.

“Sir, I have news from the front. It appears that we have made some slight breakthroughs to the north, but the majority of our army is still stuck about 20 miles within Lachenburg. The Arctic temperatures and recent snowfall have contributed to many deaths amoung the ranks, and morale is dropping. Furthermore, several cruise missles containing E-bombs were fired at our forward air bases near the border, disabling almost 1441 aircraft and helicopters.

Silently the now forlorn General trudged over to his brandy cabinet, hwere he procured a small glass, along with a bottle of scotch. Pouring the liquid into the glass, he took a slow sip and returned to his seat.

“Thank you, Captian. Please inform me of any further details.”

“Yes, sir!”

Victor now swiveled around in his leather chair to the computer on his desk. Opening a encrypted program, he began to type a message to his commanders in the field.

----Transmission Jan 2005----

To: General Staff (Eastern Front)

Deploy 200,000 reserves to solidify gains in the North. Continue to push the enemy towards the south. If we can destroy their flanks, then we can surround them and slowly anhilate the rest.

Deploy Grand Fleet to Lachenburgian shores and bombard costal areas. Destroy any resistance you encounter.

Victor Digergento
Commanding-General of Armed Forces

----Transmission Ended----

By now, almost 1.4 million SB soldiers were engaged in the field, fighting for their country and its ideals. Sadly, many of those soldiers would never make it back to the country they loved so dear.

Over the skies of Lachenburg

“This is Hund 1; I have multiple bogies closing in at 30 miles; looks like we have some interceptors.”

Capt. Franz Wilson glanced around for a little while, gaining his bearings. These new F-82 fighter jets were so different, but a plane was a plane.

“Alright Hund 1, vector ‘em and well make sure to splash em.”

“Roger that.”

The formation of 10 F-82 fighters slowly began to gain altitude, as it tracked the oncoming interceptors. Each pilot was eager to see if this new plane of theirs was up to the test.

“This is Schnauzer 3. It looks like our friends have their radars on. Too bad they won’t be able to find us.”

Being a highly advanced stealth aircraft, the F-82 was certainly the fighter you would want to have in any situation. Now that stealth was to be put to the test.

“Alright, bogies inclosing at 10 miles, arm those weapons.”

Simultaneously, each pilot pressed the red button near his main weapons display, instantly arming the AIM-54 Phoenixes snuggly contained within the aircraft.

“On my mark, hit those bastards hard. 3….2….1…Mark!”

Each pilot now pressed the red trigger on their joystick, sending a salvo of 10 missiles down range at Mach 3.5. Before the enemy could get a radar lock on the oncoming fighters; missiles tore through their ranks and annihilated 6 of the 12 aircraft within the group. Immediately, the other F-16Es pulled evasive maneuvers to dodge the other on-coming missiles, releasing large clouds of chaff in their wake.

By now, the hunters had become the hunted, as the F-82s dived into the F-16s, from above. Salvos of missiles were exchanged from both sides, but in the end, only 2 F-82s were hit by enemy fighters. As for the F-16s, they never saw the light of day, again.