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As Largentapolis and the Largetnian port were rapidly expanding in Panama Admiral Swanton was ready to move on. He wanted a buffer state to protect the land that truely mattered to him.
Swanton was a man never content with what he had, he was paranoid. He trusted no one. He was a ruthless man as well. It was these qulities that made him so dangerous and so respected.
Swanton had never lost a fight and had no intention of doing so on Largent's newest front.
These were the thoughts running through Daniel Ritter's mind as he debreifed the Admiral, always and interesting experience. It wasn't that Swanton was stupid, he was merely rash in his decisions. He needed Ritter around to keep him in check.
Sometimes this proved quite a challenge as Swanton overruled Ritter and he was smart enough to be a real threat of doing so in a testy situation. It was this that Ritter always kept in the back of his mind when dealing with Swanton.
"So, what is the status on Operation Blowtorch?"
"The teams are being preped and will be ready for deployment in a week or so."
"And Operation Starlight?"
"It is ready now"
"Well then, why not begin the air campaign now?"
Ritter rubbed his temples, "Admiral, we've already gone over this. We can't just start sendong in troops. The Emperor hasn't even approved both operations yet."
Swanton waved his hand in dismissal, "We don't need approval. Its a mere technicality."
Ritter wasn't totally sure how to take that. "You can't be serious."
"Fine, the operations will begin simultaniously."
"They will be ready in a week and can be fully deployed that day."
Swantons face showed obvious disapproval but he let it go. Soon enough his plans would bu fulfilled.
Northern Panama, 2200
Nick Weber crouched behind a tree under the cover of night. He felt something was wrong, but he didn't know what. He slowly began moving never keeping his eye on the same object because if you did things tended to look like they disappeared after a few seconds.
He looked at his target. There was a small enemy encampment. Three ment were sleeping while the other was on guard. A fire was burning, this was to Nick's advantage. Even though the man on guard was facing away from the fire the light was reflecting off of rocks giving Nick the power of invisiblity, even though he could do that on his own.
He moved with a great patience as he closed in on his target. With every few steps he would get the same feeling that something was wrong but as he turned to see what it was he lost the feeling.
After several minutes he was in position. He gave the signal to the machine gun team. Nick wrapped his finger around the trigger of his SMG. He took carefull aim at the enemies chest and fired. The noise the gun made was quieter than the snap of someones fingers.
His shot was right on target. The enemy gasped his chest in shock before falling to the ground. Nick was setting his SMG to the three-round-burst mode when he heared a deafening noise come from atop a boulder.
The three sleeping men jumped to there feet but where shot before they got there. Nick was relieved the drill was over. He walked over to his victim, now rubbing his chest where the rubber bullet had struck.
"Should of doused the fire," Nick offered with a smile.
"Just glad were on the same team when the real operations start."
As Nick helped him up a large hand came down on his shoulder.
"Nice work kid," Nick turned around to see a man wearing camoflauge with night vision goggles restan on his forehead. "You almost had me there a couple of times. What you heared was me breathing. Every time you turned I had to stop breathing for almost thrirty seconds at a time. You have good instincts kid, trust 'em. They could save your life one day in the feild, saved mine. You also move nice. Few soldiers have your patience, or rather your discipline. I moved well once, of course now I need a little help," He motioned to his goggles. "The names Ritter, whats yours?"
"Sargent Weber, nice to meet you,"
"Believe me the pleasures mine."
"So your LCIA(Largentian CIA). I guess you're who I'll be working for."
Ritter stared blankly for a moment. "Yes, I'm LCIA, how'd you know. Did they tell you where you're going?" He said with the slightest hint of anger.
"No," Nick assured him, "Your goggles were made by the LCIA, as was your camo, and lost of security and secrecy always means LCIA."
Ritter was slightly amused although he was displeased Nick had announced his findings to the rest of his squad, although it was impressive. "Walk with me boy, I'm putting in a good word for you with your commander."
Panama Canal, 2200
As the very first Largentian Navy Fleet was being commissioned carriers were being outfitted to carry newly commissioned Largentian fighters. They were the first air planes Largent had build in over a hundred years. It was quite a spectacle watching the economic superpower in full gear to produce a defense force.
Only a select few knew of the new plane's possible use in the next week. It was those select few that were so concerned. They would have to use their Hypersoars and Aurora's to scout enemy positions and destroy them for the squads.
The only problem was maintaining radio slilence becuase it was unacceptable to be identified as Largentian. They wanted to strike from random directions and fly off in another direction.
Such an operation would take the use of no less than ten carriers at any time. It would give headaches to many people in the navy, but it was inevitable.
Today they would be sent out to their positions. They would probably remian inactive for a week.
Several hours later the ships began departing.
Largentian Homeworld, 2200
Emperor Johnston sat amongst the High Charter Debating whether or not the request on Earth should be granted.
"We just got there and we are already starting a war??" One man offered
"We'll we would use unmarked equiptment and before they know what hit them it will be over," Another offered.
"What about the aftermath?"
"Order!" Johnston commanded, "We have a fleet in orbit if things get ugly. I'm giving the go ahead, Swanton can be trusted." With that the meeting was over and the future of Blowtorch and Starlight were set. The mission would begin in 6 days.
Costa Rican Coast, 2400 hours
Everything was in place. Every manuver had been executed. It was time to begin the fight.
Aboard the LNS-Timberwolf two planes sprang to life after their payloads had been secured. Unlike most aircraft these ones were manned by pilots, just based on the importance of this mission. These Darkstars were stealth, armed with 10,000 pounds of guided ordinance. Their targets were selected, they were mainly tank and artillery clusters but they were ordered to hit several industrial areas as well.
"Bronco, Yankee," the command only used code names even though it was unnecissary based on the fact they weere using an untapable radio channel, "I'm uploading coordinates onto your systems now. Just a work of advice, your planes will be getting up to mach seven, make sure your cockpits are secured, the g-forces could kill you if we didn't have specially designed suits and cockpits." It was common knowledge but it never hurt to be careful.
"Copy, roger. Out." Soon flames shot out the backs of the craft as they left the carrier.
Less than ten minutes later the bombers weere at 75,000 feet and approaching their first target.
"We got hostiles ahead. Move up to mach five to avoid ground fire. Missiles armed?"
"Armed."
"Confirmed."
Moments later they were approaching the most northern defenses in Costa Rica. As soon as the targets were locked on they fired two missiles and pulled away with two fireballs behind them.
They began moving south hitting any artillery clusters or tank formations they would find before returning to the carrier.
The same was done on several more missions that night before the infantry were given the go ahead.