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Bombs blew up at the Governors palace in Hadens as Communist Guriellas attempt to take it. This is the end of the 2 year war that has been raging on in Hadens. For the first time it has been released to the public. After a 2 hour Street Fight the Communists took hold of the Governors Palace and holding Prince Ruben Aragon Hostage.

When news reached the Emperor he ordered a news conference. s the Cameramen snapped shots a furious Emperor stepped up to the podium:

"My son and your future Emperor has been captured by Communists hiding in the colony of Hadens. They used coward tactics to get where they are today and refuse to release my eldest son until the Government Gives them liberty. This we will not do. My son has asked that we retake the country even if it means his own life. This we will do. However the Communist Army has reached an amaxing 6 million men. This is why we are requesting help from the International Community. A world broadcast will be sent, and our noble Marines will begin Entering the Island in precisely 1 RL hour."

The Emperor steped down and sent a message to all nations.

Communist Cowards have taken the Imperial Colony of Hadens and taken the eldest Prince Hostage. We are asking help in combating the estimated Communist Army of 6 Million. Any help will be appreciated.

Respectfully,
Emperor Ruben Aragon II

OOC: People can aid the commies as well. Sorry for the poor RPing as well.

As a faithful member of the Greater Prussian Alliance and the Kingdom of Burgundy, the Confederacy of Lachenburg will answer this plea for help and authorize the following forces to aid the protection of our allies:

Ground Forces:

5 Mechanized Infantry Divisions
-150 Pz-1 MBT
-300 A-2 PAC-MULE Armored Personnel Carrier
-75 M-200 200mm Mobile Artillery + resupply vehicles
-75 AH-4s
-75 AH-5s
-75 Uh-60s
-750 5 ton trucks
-10,000 men and women

3 Mechanized Heavy Armored Divisions
-300 Pz-1 MBTs
-100 Pz-4 Tank Destroyers
-500 A-1 PAC-RAT Infantry Fighting Vehicles
-75 M-200 200mm Mobile Artillery + resupply vehicles
-75 G-210 150mm Mobile Light-Wieght Artillery
-50 M-21 FireStorm Multiple Launch Rocket System (MLRS) Artillery
-100 AH-5s
-1200 5 ton Trucks
-15,000 men and women

1 Rapid-Response/Airborne Divisions
-50 Pz-1 MBTs
-200 A-1 PAC-RAT Infantry Fighting Vehicles
-200 A-2 PAC-MULE Armored Personnel Carriers
-75 M-200 200mm Mobile Artillery + resupply vehicles
-100 M-11 Recon Rovers
-600 5 ton trucks
-5,000 men and women


90 Support Brigades(Integrated into Fighting Divisions)
-1000 M-11 Recon Rovers
-5,000 men
-other equipment depending on mission (hospital equipment, engineer's equipment, etc)

Air Forces

2 Fighter-Bomber Wings
-60 SZ-8 Skysharks
-6,000 airmen

1 Bomber Squadron
-10 B-1 Lancers
-100 airmen

1 Air Refeuling Squadron
-10 C-14 (fuel variants)
-100 airmen

1 Air Control Squadrons
-10 E-767 AWACS
-100 airmen

2 Strategic Airlift Wings
-60 C-14
-6,000 airmen

Naval Forces

Carrier Battle Group:

1 Behemoth Class Nuclear Supercarrier
1 Omega Class Trimeran Battleship
2 Trebuchet Class Tirmeran Shore-Bombardment Cruisers
4 Cassius Class Trimeran Destroyers
4 Dauntless Class Trimeran ASW Frigate
4 Earl Class Trimeran AA Frigate
1 Insidious Class Electronics Warfare Destroyer
5 Legionary Class Minesweepers
1 Arsenal Class Heavy Cruiser

Anti-Sub Group:

1 Repulse-Class BCVN
1 Arrow-Class CBN
2 Admiral-Class CBN
12 Destroyers

Supply Group:

1 Arrow-Class BCN
3 Tempest-Class CBN
10 T-AOEs
5 T-AEs
1 T-AFS
5 T-AOs
1 AS
2 T-AKR
6 T-AK
5 T-AOT
1 T-ACS

Anti-Surface Submarine Group

7 Gladiator-III SSN
4 Holtsien-III SSN
9 Frankfurt-II SSGN

SSBN Group

6 Gladiator-II SSN
2 Holtstien-III SSGN
3 Typhoon-II SSBN
4 Frankfurt-V SSBN

The majority of these force shall be mobilized and in Allied territory within 3-5 weeks. Two more Mechinized Infantry Divisions wait on standby as a reserve force if the situation becomes dire.

Let us go to victory,

Manfred Albetung
Direktor of Defense
Confederacy of Lachenburg

Credonian Presidential Palace 9:31 pm CST

President Sutton sat peacefully in his office looking over various classified documents relating to national defense and intelligence when suddenly his aid bursts through the doors and into the room.

"Mr. President sir!!!! There has been a communist coup in Golencia. One of the executive family members has been taken hostage according to reliable Credonian contacts!"

Kaimoni looked up and rose to his feet, shocked at the news just told to him.

Calmly he looked at his aid.

"Im going to address the world. Gather the press in the press room."

"Right away Mr. President!"

The aid quickly rushes off to alert the press. Moments pass as Kaimoni contemplates what he will say to the world and directly to the nation of Golencia, and after a few moments more, he was finally ready. He made his way through the palace hallways, guarded by his secret service agents, who opened the door to the press room. As he stepped through the doorway, he was immediately blinded by the flashing of lights on the press camera's, but he made his way cautiously to the podium where he cleared his throat, straightened his tie, and looked out into the audience of reporters and journalists. Camera's began rolling as he prepared to deliver his statement.

"Fellow Credonians, and peoples of the world, I am deeply shocked and saddened by the events that have taken place within the nation of Golencia. Once again, evil communist have reared their ugly head and have violently taken hold of a nation while holding one of its high leaders hostage. Once again we must face the horrors of just what communism really is and how ugly of a thing it can be. Once again we must face a new communist threat, but once again, Credonia rises to the challenge of combating these communist foes. Tonight, I pledge Credonia's support to the first family of the government of Golencia. We pledge our support to the citizens of the nation of Golencia. While Credonia has had minimal relations with this nation, we share a common goal, to rid ourselves of communist oppression, and this is what we must do now. We must rid Golencia from these communists who have taken hostage the Golencian first family and taken control of the nation by military force. Today I pledge to the people of Golencia and to the Golencian first family that we will indeed fight these communists. We will rid you of their presence, of their threat, of their oppression. We will use any and all means necessary to do so, which is why I am ordering all Credonian military forces around the world to upgrade to DEFCON 3. We ask any Golencian government official who is watching this, to contact the Credonian government, or more specifically, myself as soon as possible so that we may obtain the information needed to rescue your first family and return power and control of your nation to the first family. I ask that all Credonians pray for the safety of the Golencian first family. May they persevere through these times of hardship. Credonia will remain dedicated to the cause. We WILL rescue your first family, and we WILL return power of the country to them. Thank you. I will not be taking any questions at this time. I will make another address in coming hours when have been placed in contact with the Golencian government."

With that, Kaimoni took a step back from the podium and exited the room to speak with his national security and military advisors on possible courses of acton involving a minimal use of military force.

Rapion sat as his desk, not pleased to hear about violent ambitions by the communist rebels, but pleased nonetheless. Rapion prepared an open statement.

"Comrades of the world,
The events that have arisen in Golencia are troubling, but it is not the Communists that are the problems, it is the government. I, Rapion, Praetor of the Raptorian Federation, openly support this Communist Coup, but will not take any military action. We will only supply aid to the communists if it is necessary. Good luck comrades of the Red.

-Rapion"

OOC: Lachenburg, not to be nit-picky, but that is a rediculous number of military forces to be mobilizing towards a situation like this. I mean seriously. Your mobilizing as if your going into all out war with Golencia. For realistic purposes sake, you should seriously tone it down. You dont even know how many communist forces there are. You'd totally be wasting billions of dollars for no reason.

"It is requested that the Honourable Dr Andrew Heywood, Member of the Rotovian Senate and Leader of the Communist Party of Rotovia, be allowed to enter Golencia for the purposes of ascertaining the humanitarian situation and to determine what response, if any, should be reccomended to the Senate of the Constitutional Republic"

Senator Peter Gothling
Deputy Minority Leader

We hope that you will hurry and exicute the Prince. This will not only be of help to your cause, but it will hurt the moral of the imperialist you fight against. If you exicute, we will send in equipment but at this moment, we can not deploy Red Army Troops.

Premier Daniel C. Dufour
Premier of the CCP of CL
New Orleans, Louisiana, CL

Krik Guztik looked over the area, tapping his chin. He was almsot jumping up and down in glee upon hearing what was occuring.

He then motioned at his aide to type out a message that should be telegrammed.


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The Communistic Nation of Jurrik, offers a hand to the soldiers of Communist. We regret to hear that they're own government will not grant them freedom. Upon this, we offer 3 million soldiers to assist these men. The land of Jurrik shall help those who are discarded by their own.

I frankly hope for the Execution of this 'prince' of this corrupt government, be slaughtered and hanged as a public marking of disobdience.

Our men will soon be enroute.


Signed,


Krik Guztik


This has been marked as a promissary note from the Nation of Jurrik

Official Response of the Emperor of Culex:
"The recent events in Golencia have been and will always be approved of by the Socialist Empire of Culex! For many years the world has been tortured by the filthy greediness of capitalist businessmen. For too long! Now is our chance to show the world that we care for the hungry and the poor and the needy! To show them that we are a grand empire that wishes to spread the unification of economy, not take away the rights of those who deserve to have a better life!! Today we, the People of Culex, hereby, declare all efforts of the Communist Revolt in Golencia approved."


Culex shall provide ¥500,000 to aide the effort in Golencia.
750 peacekeepers & 25 heavy armoured p52 tanks, also

"heh, the communist nations around the world want us to execute this "prince" as they put it." said one of the Communist leaders. The True leader looked up. "they want what? How barbaric are these people? I was hoping for a bribe or something then let him go, but jeeze these people want his head on a platter. I suppose they've forgotten the Socialist Ways. I follow it as closely to Ghandi as i can."

The others looked at him and laughed. "Thats a good one. So what should we do?" said Jerimone. "This guy's Royalty we kill him and the Emperor is liable to kill us all."

Jerimone looked confused. "Oh." he walked away. Then he came back in a rush. "I almost forgot, you know im so stupid sometimes. Don't look at me like that. No seriously. Boss. Boss. BOS-" a gunshot rang through the corridor Jerimone's blood splattered across the wall. "Does he ever get annoying to any of you?" he said looking around.

Everyone nodded.

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Imperial Fleet Arrives
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"Allright leathernecks. Some communist scum have taken hold of the colony. They have some issues wih religion and well, they believe their leader Harbicus is a God. To make a long story short, he's not and they have our Prince, my Brother." Said Lt. Col. Aragon. "We have to go in there and get him back. Anyone who surrenders should be treated as any other POW. Understood?" he looked around to see heads nodding.

"All right this little strip of land that we'll be landing on is friendly." another Marine stood. "Sir, I thought we left this colony unguarded?"

"Your right. This are and several others scattered accross are held by local citizens. The Majority of the Population wants to be rid of these bastards but by law they have no weapons. So using whatever they could find they beat the commies off and took some strategic land. This is why we must Hurry before the commies decide to assault it."

The Marine sat still as confused as ever. "OK, Lets go." 2,000 Landing Craft were loaded up and made several trips to the shore and back. 2,000,000 Marines were deployed just 20 Miles north of the Governors Palace.


OOC: Sorry ill answer all the other things abou pledging help tomorrow. Right now im too tired.

Rapion sat at his desk, drumming his fingers away at the maple. He wondered if it was in the best intrest to send troops to aid the Communists, only time will tell...


OOC: I might send a hunk of my army over there, as long as some other Red nations are willing to back me up.

IC: We would help in putting down the foul Communist filth, but our military is in no condition for large-scale warfare...yet.

~ Taunja Lockeheart, Prime Minister of the Kingdom of Romandeos.

Secret IC to the Emperor of Golencia: We can deploy some submarines, if you wish, but nothing more.

~ Taunja Lockeheart, Prime Minister of the Kingdom of Romandeos.

We are highly interested in supporting the communist movement currently taking place in Golencia. While we can not commit any troops at this moment due the the massive offensive being undertaken in the old U.S. states in the western territories of North America, your government and its actions would be fully supported by Communist Louisiana.

We would also see no problum what so ever helping to fund military use and the training of foreign troops to fight in guerrilla campaigns against those who are working against the communist movement in Golencia. We would also be more than happy in sending military advisors and stratagist to help with your nations or any other nations support of the Communist movement.

Maybe at a later time we can commit troops to the cause, but they are tied up at this point in time and we do not want an open war against Communist Louisiana and her territories.

Premier Daniel C. Dufour
Premier of the CCP of CL
New Orleans, Louisiana, CL

"At the moment, Premier, we can send anyone you want. Any ammount you feel is needed." General Rima, head of the Republican Guard, said to Hasan Muhammad.

Muhammad was unsure. He didn't want to send his men to fight a lost cause. Of course, by aiding the Communists, Hallad might be able to gain a pro-Halladi government.

"Perhaps we should send in support from the marines? A batalion?"

"Whatever you want, comrade." Admiril Rabi Faqaur said. "And a fleet, right?"

"No, well, yes. A corps, and small fleet."

"As you wish comrade. I shall compile the forces."

* * *

The Fleet was put together in a matter of hours. Most of them were from the same naval base, in Ryydra. The fleet was a small, but capable task force. More than half of the Deliverance class Transports were being used, fifteen of them holding 5,000 combatants and 20,000 logistical troops. One John Connolly class CVN, one Insurgent class CGN, three Beta class SSNs, two Udaloy-II class DDGs, and five Gepard class FFs.

The men, mostly active service troops, would be at their boarding area within a day. The 20,000 logistical men were all conscripts. They had basic training, but weren't good with fire arms. They were effective for what they were, all 20-30 years of age formerly unemployed Halladi's swept into the military. At the age of 20 Halladi's were given the time to get a job or be drafted into the army to serve the nations logistical needs.

"Emperor, I have some bad news"

"Yes?"

"Communists have taken Prince Aragon of Golenica hostage in Hadens"

Francis jumped up and stormed outside. Press was all over the place.

He took a microphone and began to speak

"Citizens of the world! Communism has again caused trouble. I thank Lachenburg for there quick responce. You are truly a loyal Burgundian. I tell you Communism will be crushed. Any communists captured will be shot.. I will be aiding Golencia. WE WILL BE AIDING GOLENCIA. Communism must be STOPPED"

After his short speech he went back into his office and ordered war preperations.

ooc- Will post forces in a little bit.

Emperor Ruben stood at the window staring while telling his aide what to write. Before Ruben could speak the Aide asked him, "Sir, as you know its Ash Wednesday today, and I was hoping to get to the Church quickly, Im meeting my Wife." He paused and looke dat the Emperor. "Very well Stuart However you cannot drive there." Stuart looked stunned, "but why?"

"Because we are all going to the National Cathedral, You, Me and your wife, by Air."
"O thank you sir!"
"Under one condition. You write on our way there."
"Of course sir."

They loaded into the Helicopter and it took off. "Now Stuart this is what i want you to send to all Nations aiding us:

I, Emperor Ruben Aragon II of Golencia would like to thank all of you very much for the help you will be giving us. In return we will see what we can do about payment for your loyal services, and should any of your men fall they will be held in the upmost Honor and the Funeral payments wll come from the Imperial Treasury.

As of now the 1st Bomber Squadron is prepping to leave for a 3 Night Raid on Shelton, where this Communist Rebellion Began. We ask no Troops enter that area until the Raid is over. We will be sending a Map to all of you so you can coordinate attacks and now where to go. Again we thank you and appreciate the help."

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Army Camp on Northcoast
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The Lt. Col. Looked at the sky for several minutes when his peaceful day came to an end. Vehicles arrying the rebel Flag began driving to the base and snipers quickly picked off the Drivers. The Vans crashed and as a small squad began to approach the Vans they burst into a fireball, Injuring 25 Soldiers. There was no doubt the Communists were planning on taking the port-city.

Lt. Col. Aragon walked over to his Tent and began preparing plans for an attack.

OOC: Im gonna post a map here soon.

10,000 troops enroute

8,000 infantrymen
1,000 logistics
500 medical
500 chaplains

5 Destroyers are enroute with the troops on board and will remain 3 miles off the coast untilt he raid is over.

(ooc- since Golencia borders me, I don't need as much logistics in the field. They can go to Golencia, then to Hadens from there)


Emperor Francis ordered Count Antonette (Secratary of War) to look over matters personally.



ooc- sorry for the shitty post

(ooc- since Golencia borders me, I don't need as much logistics in the field. They can go to Golencia, then to Hadens from there)

OOC: I sense opportunity!

IC: It has been suggested to me by a number of my advisors that it would be wise for us to send in neutral medical personnel to aid the wounded troops of both sides. In the interests of getting them there as quickly as possible, I am asking your permission to move soldiers and civilian vollunteers through Cherry Ridge on a route set by your government.

~ Taunja Lockeheart, Prime Minister of the Kingdom of Romandeos.

Kremlin Palace

The Czar looked over the report from the Council.

"This is unsettling," Czar Rekjyavich Ivan Andropov III told the group assembled in front of him. Yuri Golovko, Minister of State Security, nodded.

"Our men in the field have been getting reports about them for awhile, but none of our analysts thought it would erupt." Ivan nodded.

"I see. Obviously, this needs to be stopped before other states can get aid to Golencia." Count Franz von Papen, the foreign Minster, nodded.

"Indeed. We don't want a fellow Prussian getting run over by these satanic bunches." Ivan looked at Hindenburg, the commander of the Imperial Army.

"How fast can you get a few men out there?" He shrugged.

"I don't know. Honestly, this seems more like a job for the Navy, really." Imperial Admiral Marko Herkjyavich, commander in chief of the Royal Navy, nodded.

"I agree. I can send First Fleet out there along with a few Marines." The Czar nodded and turned to Duc Cosimo de Loire, the commander of the Burgundian Guards.

"You are to place the Burgundian Guards on DEFCON 2. Once Yuri here gets info that international aid is being sent to the Communists, you are to mobilize them and order an attack on Golencia. Keep property damage to a minimum."

"Yes, sir. Wait, you said attack?" The Czar nodded.

"Correct. The colony of Hadens will come under Greater Prussian control -- supervised by me -- until things settle down, in which case it will be turned back over to the Golencians." The Duc nodded.

"Yessir." The Czar looked over the crowd.

"All clear?" They nodded.

"Good. All orders are to be carried out immediately. Yuri and Herkjyavich, stay behind. All others dismissed." They got up, saluted, and left. Ivan looked at the two.

"Yuri, keep in touch. I want strict monitoring of communications coming in and out of Golencia. Clear?" Yuri nodded.

"Yessir."

"Good. Keep me posted. Everything you hear gets FLASH priority." He nodded.

"Yessir."

"Excellent. Dismissed." He saluted and left.

"Admiral Marko, mobilize First Fleet to prevent international aid from coming through. I also want at least twenty-five boombers in the water. All non-Greater Prussian vessals are targets. First Fleet is to go to DEFCON One."

"Yessir." Ivan nodded.

"Good. Be alert. I'll let planning to you. Dismissed." When the Admiral left, the Czar picked up the phone to Sky Marschall Ivan Aerostalvich, the Commander in Chief of the Royal Air Force.

"Marschall? It's the Czar. I want flights going over Golencia immediately. The whole nation is to become a no-fly zone. All civilian traffic is to be grounded effective immediately. All non-Greater Prussian military aircraft are to be shot down, no questions asked. Clear?"

"Yessir."

"Good. Get to it."
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Announcement from the Kremlin

"Greetings and God Bless. With the recent events unfolding in Golencia's colony of Hadens, I feel the need to address the situation.

"All communist rebels are no longer official citizens of Greater Prussia and are enemy combatants. No law will protect their non-existant rights.

"I have mobilized forces to defend Golencia from the terrorists and from outside interference. Any nation found supporting the rebels will be held accountable for attempting to dislodge a government of the Greater Prussian Empire.

"As the Arch Chancellor of Greater Prussia, I have declared Martial Law in Hadens, and proclaim it to be a military colony under the control of the Burgundian Guards and myself.

"I also have ordered all civilian traffic in and out of Golencia, whether it be by sea, air, or land, to come to a complete stop. Burgundian Guards have been deployed to see this out.

"Duc Cosimo de Loire, Commander of the Burgunidan Guards, has also mobilized the Guard and will prepare for a strike on Hadens should things get ugly.

"Also, I order all Greater Prussian forces participating in the crushing of the rebellion to go to DEFCON One. All non-Greater Prussian combatants are to be shot on sight -- no questions asked. This also applies to foreign vessals coming to Golencia. Do not tempt fate.

"God is with us, and He has commanded us to defend His Divine Will and Greater Prussia, Blessed with His Eternal and Everlasting Grace. Those that wish to remove this will face his Divine Wrath.

Deo Vindice.

Czar Rekjyavich Ivan Andropov III
Czar of the Protestant Prussian Czardom of Derscon
Protector of Burgundy
Arch Chancellor of Greater Prussia

OOC: Golencia, could you respond to my first post?

OOC: I sense opportunity!

IC: It has been suggested to me by a number of my advisors that it would be wise for us to send in neutral medical personnel to aid the wounded troops of both sides. In the interests of getting them there as quickly as possible, I am asking your permission to move soldiers and civilian vollunteers through Cherry Ridge on a route set by your government.

~ Taunja Lockeheart, Prime Minister of the Kingdom of Romandeos.

All incoming traffic must go through Derscon first before going to Burgundy for screening.

All incoming traffic must go through Derscon first before going to Burgundy for screening.

IC: We shall consider this.

~ Taunja Lockeheart, Prime Minister of the Kingdom of Romandeos.

Near the colony of Hadens


The morning sun lifted its gaze above eastern horizon, greeting the battle-hardened sailors and pilots of the 6th Carrier Fleet, as they chaotically scampered about the deck of the LCS Gladiator. It had been a rather boring 2 weeks for these 6,000 men, sailing across the endless blue stretches from the far flung nation of Taledonia. By now, the fleet had reached it’s objective and was now 35 miles NW of the war torn colony.

Major Rudolf Becker always loved the smell of the shimmering sea below, its salty breath blowing into his tanned and wrinkled face from the winds that now pushed across the deck. After an hour of intense briefings, he was relieved to be out on the deck ready to face the days challenging goals.

Becker and his group had been assigned to target and destroy several heavily fortified enemy positions near the planned Lachenburgian landing site, 15 miles away on the dusty shores of Haden. Most of these targets consisted of bridges, command bunkers, pill-boxes and other defenses, just like the same ones he had bombed during the Taledonian campaign.

Climbing into the cockpit of his Sz-8 and made his typical pre-flight checkup, making sure that each system on this complicated bird was still performing as it should. Pulling back the clear hatch above him, he started the engines and began to adjust the controls, sending his plane slowly hovering above the deck. At 50ft, he pushed forward on the throttle and his plane flew off into the dim morning light, his partners closely following behind, maintaining a modified finger tip formation.

Each of the 10 planes now sped up to an astounding Mach 1.3, streaking above the ocean surface at 200 ft. Once near the shore, two groups of 5 would break off and move down opposite sides of the shoreline, making sure to maintain the already stealthy profile of their aircraft. Once the targets were sighted, the planes would move in and destroy them, hopefully evading the dangerous SAM sites that most likely guarded many of these structures.

“Shore coming up, get ready to break.”

Each of the two assigned groups slowly moved apart, still maintaining a loose fingertip formation, once the sandy shore appeared close enough, the groups broke ranks and began their prowl for targets further inland. 2 minutes after break up, Becker sighted the first of many targets, lying near a large ridge two miles inland.

“Alright guys move along that ridge and keep low. When I say now, pull up fast and get those bunkers and the re-fueling station. I’ll go for the bridge.”

“Got that Hund 3.”

Making an abrupt left turn, the group managed to stay parallel with the rocky ridge, protecting them from most SAMs in the area. At two miles, each pilot began to arm their weapons inside the hidden storage areas in the SZ-8’s fuselage.

“On my count, 5…4…3…2…1…NOW!”

Swooping up to 500 ft., Becker and his group swooped in on the enemy positions, sending a shrieking barrage of GBU-30 and AMG-88 Air to Surface missiles towards the multiple enemy positions on the dusty ground below. Placing the large steel bridge in the cross hairs of his HUD, Becker sped up to nearly Mach 2 and released his deadly cargo of AMG-88s on the rickety structure. Within seconds, the area was covered in fire and shrapnel from exploding stockpiles and burning fuel. However this day was not totally won. Becker immediately notice the four blinking dots on his radar screen. Now that he had opened his weapon bays and attacked the enemy, his plane was now vulnerable to missile defense sites all around the area.

“Shit, lets get the hell out of here.”

“Got that, Capitan.”

Each plane broke formation and darted across the open skies at nearly Mach 2.5, the missiles following close behind. Releasing chaff and desperately trying to evade the missile that was now quickly approaching his plane, Becker was now becoming worried. Unfortunately, his fears were reinforced, when a massive POP followed by a violent jolt, sent his aircraft barreling into the land beyond. Looking behind him, Becker noticed that the majority of his left wing was now in flames and his left engine was also immobilized. At 1000 ft, despite his efforts, the plane still continued to fall and Becker knew that he was doomed. He tried to reach for the ‘Eject’ lever below, but the plane collided to the ground before he could even grasp it.

Darkness now enveloped Becker’s world as his plane skidded across the open fields of crops. His fate was now in the hands of those who could reach him first.

Credonian Presidential Palace 9:31 pm CST

President Sutton sat peacefully in his office looking over various classified documents relating to national defense and intelligence when suddenly his aid bursts through the doors and into the room.

"Mr. President sir!!!! There has been a communist coup in Golencia. One of the executive family members has been taken hostage according to reliable Credonian contacts!"

Kaimoni looked up and rose to his feet, shocked at the news just told to him.

Calmly he looked at his aid.

"Im going to address the world. Gather the press in the press room."

"Right away Mr. President!"

The aid quickly rushes off to alert the press. Moments pass as Kaimoni contemplates what he will say to the world and directly to the nation of Golencia, and after a few moments more, he was finally ready. He made his way through the palace hallways, guarded by his secret service agents, who opened the door to the press room. As he stepped through the doorway, he was immediately blinded by the flashing of lights on the press camera's, but he made his way cautiously to the podium where he cleared his throat, straightened his tie, and looked out into the audience of reporters and journalists. Camera's began rolling as he prepared to deliver his statement.

"Fellow Credonians, and peoples of the world, I am deeply shocked and saddened by the events that have taken place within the nation of Golencia. Once again, evil communist have reared their ugly head and have violently taken hold of a nation while holding one of its high leaders hostage. Once again we must face the horrors of just what communism really is and how ugly of a thing it can be. Once again we must face a new communist threat, but once again, Credonia rises to the challenge of combating these communist foes. Tonight, I pledge Credonia's support to the first family of the government of Golencia. We pledge our support to the citizens of the nation of Golencia. While Credonia has had minimal relations with this nation, we share a common goal, to rid ourselves of communist oppression, and this is what we must do now. We must rid Golencia from these communists who have taken hostage the Golencian first family and taken control of the nation by military force. Today I pledge to the people of Golencia and to the Golencian first family that we will indeed fight these communists. We will rid you of their presence, of their threat, of their oppression. We will use any and all means necessary to do so, which is why I am ordering all Credonian military forces around the world to upgrade to DEFCON 3. We ask any Golencian government official who is watching this, to contact the Credonian government, or more specifically, myself as soon as possible so that we may obtain the information needed to rescue your first family and return power and control of your nation to the first family. I ask that all Credonians pray for the safety of the Golencian first family. May they persevere through these times of hardship. Credonia will remain dedicated to the cause. We WILL rescue your first family, and we WILL return power of the country to them. Thank you. I will not be taking any questions at this time. I will make another address in coming hours when have been placed in contact with the Golencian government."

With that, Kaimoni took a step back from the podium and exited the room to speak with his national security and military advisors on possible courses of acton involving a minimal use of military force.

OOC: sorry didnt reply sooner.
IC:

The Emperor sat back and began to write a message:

We would like to thank you for your help to us in our time of need. Hadens has been an old colony and more importantly the Governor, has been captured, as you are aware. We will give you any information needed to help us rid of these Communist Barbarians. We are launching an Offensive on Haden City in the coming hours and are commencing a night raid over the next three nights on Shelton.

Emperor Ruben Aragon II

Hadens Waters

First Fleet finally arrived after a day of travel at top speed to the waters. A bunch of transport ships full of Royal Marines were tagging along, and about fifty submarines.

Finally forming their perimeter, the submarines took off a couple hundred metres out, with the boombers sitting about about a square distance under, ready to send a SLBM with conventional and white phosphourous warheads into the belly of a battleship or carrier should the oppertunity arise.

About six hundred metres down, two Red October-class boombers were sitting, waiting should they get the orders.

Twenty-six nuclear-tipped missiles per sub were waiting to launch, just in case things got too ugly to handle.
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HMS Andropov

The Fleet Admiral, on board the flagship of the Fleet, Archangel-class HMS Andropov, was looking at his charts and possible attack routes should enemies come thier way.

"How many Pisces do we have situated?" The Commander smiled.

"More than you can count. I'm glad Pschycotic Pschycos gave us these submergable battleships." The Admiral nodded.

"I am too. Anyways, you think we'll need the Harriers for ASW work?" The Commander shrugged.

"I don't know, but we haven't gotten any reports from the GRU about military mobilizations. I ordered at least five Hawkeyes to be up ant any one time, as well as a handful of Raptors from the HMS Romanov." The Admiral nodded.

"Good. Contact the Lachenburg soldiers that landed on the beach. Tell them we've got a company of Royal Marines that want on shore."

"Aye aye, sir."
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TO THE LACHENBURG SOLDIERS ON SHORE:

This is the Dersconi Imperial First Fleet, reporting from Golencian waters.
We've got a company of Royal Marines waiting to come shoreside, you have
a beach cleared? If not, I can send a battleship or two and a few CG
Destroyers to help out.

Secret IC Message to the Emperor of Golencia: It has been decided that, if it is your wish, we will send two Skipjack-Class fast-attack submarines to help block enemy shipping and seaborne units of combatants from reaching Haden. Do you desire that we do this?

~ Taunja Lockeheart, Prime Minister of the Kingdom of Romandeos.

Reply to Rommandoes:As desperate as we are you have The Permission of the Empire.

Secret IC Message to the Emperor of Golencia: It has been decided that, if it is your wish, we will send two Skipjack-Class fast-attack submarines to help block enemy shipping and seaborne units of combatants from reaching Haden. Do you desire that we do this?

~ Taunja Lockeheart, Prime Minister of the Kingdom of Romandeos.

OOC: You realize they'll be shot?

OOC: You realize they'll be shot?

OOC: By you or someone else? If approval is gained, all other nations siding with the Emperor of Golencia shall be notified of our intentions.

OOC: By you or someone else? If approval is gained, all other nations siding with the Emperor of Golencia shall be notified of our intentions.

OOC: You better hope your communication to the Fleet Admiral and the Kremlin is faster than your subs, or you're gonna be short two fast-attacks.

Reply to Rommandoes:As desperate as we are you have The Permission of the Empire.

Secret IC Reply: Very well. We shall order the submarines to take on supplies and make ready for long-term deployment.

~ Taunja Lockeheart, Prime Minister of the Kingdom of Romandeos.

Secret IC Message to all Nations siding with the Emperor of Golencia: We shall be deploying a pair of Skipjack-Class nuclear fast-attack boats into the waters offshore of Haden Colony to impede rebel and Communist shipping. Kindly notify the necessary people within your commands so that our people are not killed in friendly-fire incidents.

~ Taunja Lockeheart, Prime Minister of the Kingdom of Romandeos.

OOC: You better hope your communication to the Fleet Admiral and the Kremlin is faster than your subs, or you're gonna be short two fast-attacks.

OOC: Consider it sent as an Urgent Message to whatever passes for the right authorities in your country. That ought to take care of the Kremlin, but that's not going to take care of the Fleet Admiral. That's up to your people.

The Empire of Risban fully supports its noble ally Golencia in this topic. However, we are unable to send support at this time.

The Marines Suited Up. "OK Boys, by now the city of Shelton has been hit by our bombers once. The next raid will begin later tonight, I want to have Haden City back by the time the 3rd Raid Ends. We can very well end this in a single assault on the Capital." Lt. Col. Aragon looked around. Men nodded and began loading and checking their guns.

"Move out." Lt. Col. Said and 500,000 of the 2 Million soldiers marched to Haden City. On their way one of the soldiers asked, "Sir why didnt we bring everyone and assault the city?"

"Simply because we wont all fit in the City now will we?"
"Well I geuss."
"You geuss? HA! If we brought every single soldier we would lose more since we'd all have to be bunched together perfect for Artillery. Im Bringing more than enough as is."

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USS Golen
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"Sir, Naval SEALs are ready to go and attempt to get the Prince out of there. we'll drop a couple thousand feet in the air at night, Land in the Courtyard and move in. According to Recon Photos the courtyard is never guarded at any time." Said Vice-Admiral Heridi

Admiral Johnson looked over. "send 'em in." The Vice-Admiral nodded and left.

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Somewhere Above Haden City
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"OK SEALs." Started Boat Commander Henderson. "We'll land here," he said pointing to a map. "Our Objective is here. The Prince is being held hostage and we need to get him out of there. As always use extreme stealth, and make sure you meet in the Courtyard for an Evac. By the time we prepare for evac a force will lead an assault to distract the Main Forces. Then you leave."

IC: Secret Message to Nations allied to Golencia: We have this day dispatched two Skipjack-Class nuclear fast-attack submarines to the waters offshore of Haden Colony to hinder the shipping of the enemy. They are the RSSN-01 and the RSSN-02.

~ Taunja Lockeheart, Prime Minister of the Kingdom of Romandeos.

ooc- Romandeos, Derscon and Cherry Ridge are on Golencia's side. I am the king of Burgundy, which he is apart of, and Derscon is Archchancellor of Greater Prussia, which Burgundy is apart of. Just clearing things up, Derscon has the authority to do this, as do I, to a lesser extent. OOC2- COunt John Antonette, Secratary of War, is in command himself, since it is Prussian soil.

I am asking your permission to move soldiers and civilian vollunteers through Cherry Ridge on a route set by your government.

DENIED

I am a soverign nation. You do not have permission. Golencia has a coastline, you can ship them directly to Golencia.

HMS Andropov

"Sir!" The operator in the CIC said to the commander there. "We have reports of incoming unidentified fast-attacks!" He checked the screen and called up to the flight deck command.

Incoming subs from the north, send four Harriers to blow them out of the water.

Negative, sir. Word from the Fleet Admiral -- they're friendlies.

Say again?

Negative, repeat, negative, sir. Fleet Admiral says their friendlies.


The Commander got off the comm and notified the operator of the new info, then the comm rang.

Commander, this is the Admiral. I want two Los Angeles' on those two
submarines as an "escort." Make sure they know who's boss.

Aye aye, sir. He turned to the Officer of the Comm.

"Get me the Dallas and the Houston."

"Aye, sir." A few minutes later, the comm crackled.

Dallas here. What's up?

Captain, you've got two Romandeos Skipjack-Class fast-attacks coming:
They're friendly. You and Houston are to escort them and watch them. Make
sure they know that we're in charge.

Alrighty, then. Out.
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The Dallas

Captain Bart Manusco got off the comm and turned to the sonarmen, Jones.

"Hey, Jonsey, you pickin' up that sub?"

"Aye."

"We're gonna come up behind him and ping him." Jones laughed.

"Okay."

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The Dallas Went on what was nicknamed the "Kitten." It was a modified CAT drive to fit the smaller fast-attacks instead of the massive missile subs the CAT was originally designed for. Amy modern sonar system filters the noise out as background stuff.

It dove to eight hundred metres, too deep for sonar to be effective, went out to sea some, and rose very gently. It took awhile, but they went undetected.

After a game of "Hide and Don't seek," The Dallas came behind the Skipjack, in the trail of the noise let off by their screws, making sonar effectively useless. It rose, and let out a giant sonar PING! The Captian laughed. "Gotcha!" He got on the Comm to the Skipjack.

Heya! I'm the Capt'n of this sub, Captain Manusco. I'm here to escort
you to the Dersconi Fleet formation. Now, if you are capable, follow me.

Message to the Fleet Admiral of the Dersconi fleet-
"Fleet Admiral, I am Count John Antonette, Secratary of War of Cherry Ridge. I am in personal command of the 5 Ridgian destroyers and 10,000 soldiers. I look forward to working with you in this operation. God Bless,
Count John Antonette"

Message to the Fleet Admiral of the Dersconi fleet-
"Fleet Admiral, I am Count John Antonette, Secratary of War of Cherry Ridge. I am in personal command of the 5 Ridgian destroyers and 10,000 soldiers. I look forward to working with you in this operation. God Bless,
Count John Antonette"

Message Back

Well, hello, Count! I'm Fleet Admiral Alexandr Marakov, commander of the First Fleet. I also look forward to working with you.

Actually, I'd like to invite you over for dinner on this fine ship of mine! How about at 1730 I send a chopper over to pick you up? Sound good?

I await your reply.

King Neptune sends his regards,

Admiral Alex

President Zaitsev smiled as he read the message sent to him. He smiled wider as he watched Golencian news broadcasting all this wonderful information.

"Yura, do anything you can to save their asses. Golencian monarchy must fall."

Yura Gruzinich smiled that evil grin of his and stepped out of the President's office, and into the dark corridor. He calmly entered his office and started to make a few quick phone calls...

Everything was ready.

At Velikgrad Airbase...home of the Red Airforce...

An attack force was being amassed, and a substantial one indeed. All Ratheian IL-76 aircraft were being prepared for a paradrop.

The aircraft were being filled with BMP-3 and BTR-90's. Forty of the aircraft were filled with BTR-90's, another forty contained BMP-3's, and forty more were fitted to contain crates upon crates of munitions, food, and supplies.
Altogether it was an impressive force of over three hundred APC's to be sent to aid the Communists. The supply crates, filled with machine guns and high explosives (C4, grenades,) would be able to keep the Golencian resistance happy.

One aircraft was different, though. It was filled with crates of "Shmel" rockets, and would be devastating when used properly.

To assist the IL-76's in breaking through Golencian territory, three hundred MIG 1.44's were to flank them.

And coming in directly ahead of them...

Tula Airbase-Home of the Red Bombers

The dark skies broke open and spread light upon the assembled scene. Over two hundred T-4MSTR bombers were being refilled with high-explosives, namely, ten KH-101 long-range cruise missiles. The bombers were to neutralize Golencian air defense on the ground so the IL-76's could come in.

The plan was set, the clock was ticking.

Landing Beach: Tangerine

Ross Von Gauss and his fellow Kriegs-Kommandos slowly waded to shore through the murky, emerald waters that siffed across the shore. He and 10 other men were an advanced scouting party sent out to scout for enemy defenses and prepare the beach for landing. Behind them awaited almost 1000 MAC-04 landing craft of the 3rd Expeditionary Force, steaming ahead at nearly 5 knots. They only had 10 minuites to secure their sector and it would be one tough job.

Pulling out a set of high-quality binoculars from his waterproof pouch, he slowly scanned the coast for any activity. Fortuantley he did not see anything, but he wasn't ready take any chances. Slowly crawling onto the beach, each of the 10 men quickly scampered up to one of the many sand dunes that covered the landing zone. Peering through his binoculars agains, Ross again look for any signs of enemy activity. This, though, he saw what he was looking for.

Nestled in between the broad rockfaces of a large cliff 200 meters left of their postion were several enemy machine-gun nests well camflauged by the nests and materials draped forward, making them almost impossible to spot from the air. Ross quickly looked at his watch and then chimed into the radio headset attached to his coat collar:

"The is Ranger, we have spotted enemy positions at the following cordinates

2446 1228 2445 2990 FX

1886 2009 1794 2280 FG

Request immedeate Naval support. Over."

Just as he finished listing the corrdinates, the whole sky began to lite up and the battle began. Behind him, several dozen landing craft of the first wave along with a stream of missiles hit the beaches. Soon, dozens of explosions began to fill the once peaceful beach as more and more men flooded out from their craft into immenent danger. Looking over at his team, which was still 100 meters ahead of the oncoming Lachenburgian force, summonded their attention and began to give orders.

"Alright guys, we maintian this position until our buddies arrive. On my mark, open fire."

Looking for the right time to fire, Ross patiently waited and waited. After 5 minuites, an enemy column of soliders appeared in range and Ross took his chance.

"See those bastards over there...Give em hell boys! OPEN FIRE!"

Each of the 10 men rattled away on their weapons, slaughtering most in sight. However, the enemy had noticed them by now and were beginning to concentrate fire on their position. Before long, Ross and his team was forced back by the oncoming fire, only to be pushed forward by the waves of oncoming Lachenburgian troops. By the end of the day, the beaches were covered in corpses but the Lachenburgian force had landed on the shore.

Total Casualties:

Enlisted: 481
Officers: 20
Armored Vehicles: 11

Enemy Casualties:

Enlisted: 616 (approximation)
Officers: 34
Armored Vehicles: 4

TO THE LACHENBURG SOLDIERS ON SHORE:

This is the Dersconi Imperial First Fleet, reporting from Golencian waters.
We've got a company of Royal Marines waiting to come shoreside, you have
a beach cleared? If not, I can send a battleship or two and a few CG
Destroyers to help out.


---- Transmission Feb 2005 [Encrypted FX○◘B1_=] ----

To: Dersconi High Command

Lachenburgian Forces have just landed ashore and are now securing the beachhead. STOP.

Enemy forces preparing to mount counterattack. STOP.

Any support would be greatly appreciated. STOP

Lt. Colonel Klaus Planck zum Strieg
Kommander of Landing Force: Tangerine
Lachenburgian Kriegs-Marinen

---- Transmission Ended ----

Reply to Admiral Alexandr
"Send the helicopter anytime you are ready. It is cleared to land"

Imperial Decree

The Emperor has demanded that all Fleets not apart of the Greater Prussian Empire be reduced to 3 Ships Maximum. As the threat is Inland there is no real need for a strong Naval Presence.

Any ships that have not declared support we will be fired upon and sunk unless they leave Golencian Waters. Merchant Ships are no longer permitted to the ports, all will be sunk if they attempt to land. Greater Prussian Fleets have permission to sink any ship that violates these orders.

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The Green Light Flickered and 5 SEALs jumped from an air plane. They freefell for a long portion of the time until releasing thier Parachutes. They slowly went to the land aiming for the Governor's Courtyard.

As they got closer to the ground they could easily see two sentries walking the courtyard. An unsuspected surprise, yet the highly trained SEALs were prepared. "Bravo Element." Said the Commander. "Take them out." They directed their chutes and one of them managed to land at an angle kncking one sentry to the ground. The other landed behind the second Sentry and using his Knife took him out of the picture.

The Bodies were dragged to the many Bushes around the courtyard and hidden. Thery had no Radios and the Commander was certain they werent checked on. They put their parachutes tightly together and stuffed them into another bush. They made their way to the Door. Very quitely they could here voices:

"you have 30 Minutes to walk around then you go inside, guards will be watching yes...."
"Allright."
"And no funny business yes....."
"Allright can i go!"
The Team leader signaled the others and they ran from the door diving behind some bushes. A Tall proud man walked out alone. He looked around surprised to see no guards. It was the Prince.

"Laura, Anthony is alone and in the open."
"Roger Command. Grab him and upon approval the Black Hawk will be sent in and attack on City shall commence."

The Commander looked around "Able keep watch, Bravo call in Birdy." The Commander crept behind the Prince and covering his mouth he grabbed him and pulled him into the Bushes. "Laura Anthony is Home."

"Roger." Within Seconds they could hear the propellars of a Helicopter and explosions in the distance. The Crackles of Gunfire were loud and alarms sounded. As the Helicopter lowered to the Ground Guards came running out bullets flying everywhere. The Helicopter's Gunner mowed them down giving the SEALs enough tiem to make it to the Helicopter. As they Jumped in they threw Prince Ruben into a seat. Bravo and Able were aboard but the Commander was giving cover. "GO! GO! GO!" He yelled the Chopper began to lift off and the Commander jumped on Board.

The Entire SEAL Time fired on the Guards and eventually they were homefree. However Prince Ruben was in bad shape. During the lift off a bullet hit him in the right upper chest. he had to get to a hospital.....

The T-4MSTR bombers took off in rapid succession and began a slow subsonic crawl toward Golencia.

Soon, they were joined by the IL-76's and the MIG's.

As the bombers jetted forward to their cruising speed of Mach 3.2, half the MIG's followed and accelerated to their cruising speed (a healthy good Mach 1.8)

The others MIG's stayed backed with the IL-76 aircraft as escorts. As soon as the bombers left, one hundred TU-160 bombers met the IL-76's and proceeded forward as a combined force.


The clock was ticking.

Bombers to arrive in 5 hours.

First wave of MIGs to arrive in 8 hours.

TU-160's to arrive in 15 hours

Final wave to arrive in 15.5 hours.

The T-4MSTR bombers took off in rapid succession and began a slow subsonic crawl toward Golencia.

Soon, they were joined by the IL-76's and the MIG's.

As the bombers jetted forward to their cruising speed of Mach 3.2, half the MIG's followed and accelerated to their cruising speed (a healthy good Mach 1.8)

The others MIG's stayed backed with the IL-76 aircraft as escorts. As soon as the bombers left, one hundred TU-160 bombers met the IL-76's and proceeded forward as a combined force.


The clock was ticking.

Bombers to arrive in 5 hours.

First wave of MIGs to arrive in 8 hours.

TU-160's to arrive in 15 hours

Final wave to arrive in 15.5 hours.

OOC: is this in Hadens?

A large ship, white in color and a huge red cross on the side pulled up nexxt to the 5 destroyers, bringing the total ridgian ship count to 6, 5 destroyers and one hospital ship, it was flying a Ridgian flag.

The Hospital ship can be used for all allied forces. It is under the direct command (as are the other ships) of Count John Antonette.



OOC- I'm off for the night, so don't go to far without me.

OOC: is this in Hadens?

OOC:?

Edit: Yes, they are heading in that general direction.

However, you don't know that.

Oh, and by the way. MIG 1.44's and the T-4MSTR have both an RCS about the size of the B-1.

OOC: I know.

OOC: Bart Mancuso, eh, Descon? I take you have read some Tom Clancy recently?

IC: Commander Luke D'Assault of the newly formed Royal Romandeosian Navy had just about had a hear attack when they were pinged by an unknown sub behind them, and he was about to order some course and depth changes and look into the possibilities of hitting them with a torpedo when he heard voices booming through the hull.

'Sonar Phone' he thought to himself. He listened to the message and his face turned red.

"Who does that ******* think he is giving ME orders like that? I wasn't told we'd be in anybody else's Fleet."

He stopped his whispered tirade and silently pointed to his comms specialist. His own underwater telephone was immediately placed in his hand and he hit the switch to activate it.

"This is RSSN-01 calling RSSN-02. Commander O'Ryan, take your boat up to communications depth and initiate a communications with Marshall Renniger to see if we have been attached to the Dersconi Fleet. then dive on back down and let me know right away."

He then paused long enough to let anybody listening know he was beginning a brand-new communication.

"This is Command Luke D'Assault of the Royal Romandeosian Navy calling to Dersconi Navy submarine. I am going nowhere until I get my latest directions. If you don't like that, I'm afraid you'll have to deal with it, because you're not in any way authorized to order us to merge with your Fleet otherwise. Clear?"

OOC: Concerning the Sonar-Phone thing, I apologize for assuming, but that's the only way I know of aside from tapping Morse Code on their hulls that subs can talk underwater.

I'm logging off for now, so don't go too far without me, okay?

ooc- Derscon DOES have the authority to order you to do that. Golencia is in the Kingdom of Burgundy, which is ruled DIRECTLY by the Greater Prussian Empire, through me, the King of Burgundu. Derscon is the arch-chancellor of Greater Prussia. You are in Greater Prussian waters. Just clearing things up.

IC-
Count Antonette leaned back in his office onboard the CRS Burgundy. He was confident that his men, along with the other forces, would put down the rebellion with ease.

ooc- Derscon DOES have the authority to order you to do that. Golencia is in the Kingdom of Burgundy, which is ruled DIRECTLY by the Greater Prussian Empire, through me, the King of Burgundu. Derscon is the arch-chancellor of Greater Prussia. You are in Greater Prussian waters. Just clearing things up.

OOC: I was aware that might be the case, but I'm trying to RP a Navy man who doesn't take kindly to being bossed about.

OOC: I was aware that might be the case, but I'm trying to RP a Navy man who doesn't take kindly to being bossed about.

ooc-I know, just clafifying.

Smoke filled the air as the frontal assault continued. The constant crackle of gunfire assured everyone the battle ws far from over. Just then Lt. Col. Aragon recieved a message:

"The Prince is out but in the hospital he suffered a gunshot to the chest. The doctors say you may be the next Heir to the Golencian Throne"

Shocked the Lt. Col. wiped a tear from his eye and fired with more hatred into the City. The Rebel forces were being beaten back but it would be a long time before the City was there's. Aragon looked over to his radio operater, "I want an Air Strike over the City. Zero, Niner, Niner, Seven, Zero."

"Yes sir!" yelled the small Radio operator. He quickly got the air base on the horn and within seconds a Bombing Squadron flew over the City dropping 200 Thousand Pound Bombs. "Let's go!" Yelled Lt. Col. Aragon as they ran into the City. He led the men in and they prepared for Urban warfare. Another 200,000 Troops were ordered in as aid to the Fighting Troops.

Transmission to Lt. Col. Aragon
Lt. Col, I will be praying for the prince. This is Count John Antonette. I ask that you pull back your men. I can bombard the city. Not by planes, but by naval gunships. I have 5 gunships and one hospital ship out here. If you or your men need medical attention, the hospital shi is open to you and all allied forces. Again, I ask permission to bombard the city.

The Lt. Col. Listened to the Transmission and waited before giving orders. "Allright boys fall back! Our Allies are gonna bombard this City for us, Although we severly weakened this Rebels, There's no need for uneccesary casualties." With that he fired into the Building and all the men began to pull back. As they slowly made their way back to a safe distance from the bombardment the Lt. Col. Sent a reply:

Thank you Cherry Ridge. You have full permission for a bombardment of
the City. Our Troops have cleared the area. Sadly we cannot send any
Marines to your ships as this zone is still too hot to fly them out.

Lt. Col. Aragon

OOC: Romandeos, Tom Clancy is my favourite writer. I'm currently reading THe Hunt for Red October for the fourth time.
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The Dallas

Currently at comm depth, he ordered another message be sent, after he calmed himself down from laughing so much.

RSSN-01, this is Captain Bart Mancuso of the Dallas. As you may know,
Derscon is in charge of all naval operations taking place in defense of Golencia,
whether you like it or not. If you refuse to answer to us, leave. if you don't like
it, take it up with the Fleet Admiral.
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COMM TO LACHENBURG SOLDIERS

Okay, then. I'll unload them immediately. Send again if you want some fire on the beaches.

--Commander Yuri Padoin
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On Board Cherry Flagship

The Seahawk landed smoothly on the pad and two Marines saluted the Count.

"Hop in, sir. We're ready to fly." When they did, they came back to the flight deck of the Archangel-class Flagship HMS Andropov.
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HMS Andropov

The massive "ubercarrier," as the Archangels were nicknamed, was, well, massive. With its duel flight decks and vertical launch catapults, it could hold and launch two and a half times MORE planes than a regular Nimitz class supercarrier, plus a subdock under the hull, the Archangel-class carriers were no less than floating naval bases.

And yes, they do have the kitchen sink. Lots of them.

Fleet Admiral Kamarov was waiting for them as the helocoptor landed. When the Count was out, he came up to greet him.

"G'day, there, sir! Welcome to one of the largest ships in the Dersconi Navy! Actually, there are about twelve others like it, but what the hell. So how was the flight? Not too choppy, I hope." He led them to his cabin in the Tower as he conversed with the Count.
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National Reconassainse Office, MSS Facility 0021

"What the...." Satellite images were showing massive air deployments from Ratheia. He printed them out, typed something up, and sent it to the Kremlin.
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Office of the RAF, Kremlin Palace

Marko was taking a sip of coffee when the in-house fax lit up.

40262116Z0616 FLASH PRIORITY

Ratheian air assault mobilized, hostile, repeat, hostile intentions towards Hadens.

Pics enclosed.

TERMINATE

Marko scanned them and got on the phone.

"This is Marko. I want five squardrons of interceptors in the air over Hadens NOW! We've got tangos."

"Yessir!" Marko killed the line and sent it to First fleet.
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RAF Airforce Base 0653

Twenty Flying Falcons and Thirty Eagles took off from the runways, armed with the best tech Derscon has to offer, readying to take out the tangos.

Approaching destination in One hour and a half. Arm weapons now.
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HMS Andropov CIC

"Sir!" a comm officer yelled out to Commander Yuri.

"Yes?"

"Reports from the Sky Marschall! We've got enemies airbourne!" He nodded.

"Get me the flight deck."

Flight Control.

This is Commander Yuri Padorin of CIC. We've got imcoming enemy planes.
We have backup interceptors from RAF, but send some people up anyways.

Yessir!
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Flight Deck

The alarm was being sounded for a quick deployment. F/A22 Raptors, F/A14 Tomcats, and F/A-18 Hornets were taking off like flies after a twenty-second lapse in time. The duel flight decks helped speed up the process.

So did the massive amount of launch catapults.

They headed out to sea, waiting to intercept the targets. All missiles and guns were armed, obviously.

Guys, we have thirty minutes until rondezvous with the interceptors from
RAF. Hang tight.
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Admiral's Quarters

An Ensign knocked and came in, and saluted the two hochos.

"Admiral, sir, we have a dispatch from the Kremlin." He laid the folder on the desk so both the Admiral and the Count could see the incoming Ratheian planes.

"Thank you, dismissed." He saluted and ran out. The Admiral looked at the count.

"You have air support? If not, it looks like we've got plenty."

"The ride was fine. I don't have air support, but what the hell. My ships have anti-aircraft guns though. So, whats for dinner?" he asked

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The 5 Ridgian destroyers began to bombard the Hadens city. Missles were launched. They were crashing into the city. The flahes could be seen from the ships. They fired relentlessly. Then they ceased, after firing 1,000 rounds per ship (5,000 rounds total).


ooc- Golencia, post commie casualties.

OOC: Forgot about the Rathean Attack.
IC:

Alarms sounded aboard the Nimitz Class Carrier's in the Golencian 3rd Fleet. 30 F-35 JSFs were airborne as an air patrol, while the rest of the craft were put on alert 5. Soaring through the Air they could see the Dersconi Fleet launching Air planes left and right.

"Admiral!" Yelled a Comm Officer.
"Yes?" Replied Johnson.
"We have Confirmation of Hostiles airborne, our allies have already spotted them."
"I want 150 JSFs Airborne Immediately, fly to help intercept them. Anyword on what nation it may be from?"
"Well sir, we believe its the Ratheians."
Shocked the Admiral jumped to his feet and alerted the Emperor. "Sir, we have Ratheian Bogies air borne in Golencia. We believe this means war."

Imperial Declaration

As of 3:47 February 10th, 2005 the Empire of Golencia has declared war on Ratheia. With hostile planes airborne The Imperial High Council has deemed that the Ratheian's mean only harm to the Golencian People, and have officially declared war with them. They are enemies of our people, and will not be tolerated.

OOC: Dam that was crappy

Statement from the Foreign Ministry

THe Arch Chancellor fully supports the declaration of war against Rathea, but will not declare war hisself, in hopes that Rathea will back down.

--Count Franz von Papen

"The ride was fine. I don't have air support, but what the hell. My ships have anti-aircraft guns though. So, whats for dinner?" he asked

==================================

The 5 Ridgian destroyers began to bombard the Hadens city. Missles were launched. They were crashing into the city. The flahes could be seen from the ships. They fired relentlessly. Then they ceased, after firing 1,000 rounds per ship (5,000 rounds total).


ooc- Golencia, post commie casualties.
OOC: Also forgot to add you guys can actuall confirm rebel casualties so you dont have to wait for me.
IC:

Half the once Prosperous city lay in ruins. The Communist body count went up to 678,462 dead. After such a devastating bombardment a Whte Flag rose from what was left of the City and the Remaining Troops marched in Triumphantly.

After hearing of the tactics used in the Capital, the Coastal Communist Occupied City's surrendered and 2 Million more troops were brought in. However the Inland City's didn't fear such an attack and still stood against the Allied Forces.

Message to Golencian Army

The Arch Chancellor requests prisoners be sent to Dersconi ex-conentration camps in the tundra. We never got around to demolishing them, so we have the room.
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Beachhead

The company of Royal Marines finally gets off and the commanders look over the charts.

"Inland City is here. It is the last remaining stronghold of the Communists. We'll need to take these routes to get there. We can use the ex-cities as landing points for some Galaxies. Ya'll clear?"

"Yes, sir," the commanders replied to the colonel.

"Good. MOVE!"


Within three days, they arrived at and set up camp in [insert newly recaptured city closest to Inland City here].

This is Hadens-located Marines to HQ. I'm requesting a few Galaxies
to send in some heavy artillery. Out.
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OOC: Gole, if you don't mind, hold off until I can get the heavy stuff in. Also, its been awhile since I RPed a good battle, so you mind if I take the city and you RP the Commies?

When the count heard the news of his ships taking out the commies he said to the Admiral,
"Commies are cowards. I hope they have a 'rough time' up in the tundra"

He straightened his uniform and waited for dinner.

OOC: Sorry i ment the Citie's Inland. Theres still a couple of Rebel Cities left, now ive got a good map. http://union.beheadedstraw.net/site/images/mapohadens.bmp Although i definately dont mind you doing such things.

IC: Reply:

We have no problems with sending POWs to the Dersconi Forces

OOC: Gotchya.
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We can send a few C130's to pick them up awhile.

--Papen
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Royal Marines' Camp

The Colonel was looking over the charts again when he heard the Galaxies fly over and start to land at the airstrip set up.

"OKAY, BOYS! START UNLOADING!"

"YESSIR!" came the response and a bunch of eager Marines ran over to the Galaxies, wondering what the Colonel sent for. It must be big, as a Galaxy could hold a fast-attack submarine -- bigger than anything land-based is. And there were five of them.

The Marines' faces lit up when the cargo hatch was open. Shiny Independant Quadratreaded Scorpion MBTs, a few M3 Bradleys, and a bout thirty Cobras.

It was Christmas in August.

One Galaxy was dedicated for the sole purpose of spare fuel, just in case. When that was unloaded, all of the tanks and their munitions were unloaded, then the Bradleys, then the Cobras. They were taxied to a nice formation, and the Galaxies' pilots left with a case of Bourbon. The Colonel looked over them.

"Okay, boys! Stock them up, we're moving out at 7200!"

*SNIP*

All troops are to be sent to the Greater Prussian Base Camp near the beach and report to the Prussian Director of Operations, Fleet Admiral Alexandr Marakov.

--Count Franz von Papen on behalf of the Ministry of Defence
Foreign Minister to the Czar
The Protestant Prussian Czardom of Derscon
Greater Prussia

50 miles North of Gated City

After almost 4 days of continueous marching and constant, sometimes brutal firefights, the members of the 3rd Expeditionary Force had finally stopped to rest near the newly regained territories around Gated City. Although this had been indeed a great victory, the High Command was looking for more.

After the apocalyptic fighting near Haden City, the Communists were still pulling much needed reserves into re-establishing a defensive line to halt the oncoming allied forces from the north. Because of this areas on the flanks and even behind Communist held areas were becoming very veunerable. Thus, Operation: Fieldgoal was now coming now the table.

Consisting of a 3 Division Spearhead, with 5 Divisions on enveloping from the flanks and 2 Reserve Divisions this attack would move in a blitzkrieg type fashion over the Northern Plains of Haden and pincer the city Feldcrest from the West and South-West. If successful, this operation could derail the entire left flank of the enemy and spell victory for the allies. But for the time being, the Lachenburgian Army was in a state of rest.

((How do any of you even know that i'm attacking when i just got off the ground?!))

After seeing the quick defeat of Hedens City communists, all 10,000 troops went ashore. The Dersconi troops would capture the inner citys, assumingly with the Golencians. Count Antonette, after dinner, would go ashore personally, to direct troops there.

The 10,000 troops landed and set up camp next to the Dersconi troops.

((How do any of you even know that i'm attacking when i just got off the ground?!))

OOC: Easy. You said you were five hours out -- that means you're, while not close, within satellite range. You have to understand, when I take part in a defensive campaign, I send recon satellites to monitor situations within a certain radius of the action sight. THey have a wide view, and an air fleet isn't that hard to spot.

Two Days until The Drop

Another wave of Galaxies dropped off a bunch of Howitzers to bombard the target zones, and A-10s were dispached from the Air Force to give som eextra punch from the air.

They started moving out, eventually getting within two miles of their target. The artillery was set up, and the armoured vehicles mounted. This took a day to accomplish.

In twenty-four hours, the communists would be standing in front of the White Throne of Judgement.

OOC: Yup, I'm done fighting the commies for today. Wait for tommorrow!
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HMS Andropov

Fleet Admiral Alexandr Marakov smiled at his guest as the food was brought in. A small steak with a bottle of A1 sauce, chived mashed potatoes and gravy, sliced pears, a full-sized peeled carrot, and a piece of chocolate cake were on the plate -- the cake was on a seperate one -- and empty glasses were brought in. The Fleet Admiral got up to his private Fridge and took out a bottle of Napoleon Premier. He poured it in the glasses and put it back in the fridge.

"No alchohol is allowed at sea, technically, but I'm sure you know part of the ceremony of becoming a Fleet Admiral." Actually, part of the ceremony was being dubbed by the Czar, so all Fleet Admiral's were technically Knights, and to be adressed out of military as "Sir [name]," as are all Marschalls of all kinds dubbed in one way or another.

"Hope you enjoy." He smiled as he picked up the sause and poured a liberal portion on his steak. "Don't worry, it's strong, and there's plenty of it."

Francis poured some sauce on his steak. He took a bite of his steak, swallowed, and said,
"This is good" he smiled and took a drink of the Napoleon Premier. He finished his food, and tooka nother sip from his drink. He started the cake, and said,
"This is some damn good cake"

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All Ridgian troops and equipment has made it succesfully ashore

OOC: Easy. You said you were five hours out -- that means you're, while not close, within satellite range. You have to understand, when I take part in a defensive campaign, I send recon satellites to monitor situations within a certain radius of the action sight. THey have a wide view, and an air fleet isn't that hard to spot.

Alright. Then my satellites have seen you guys a while ago.

OOC: Romandeos, Tom Clancy is my favourite writer. I'm currently reading The Hunt for Red October for the fourth time.
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The Dallas

Currently at comm depth, he ordered another message be sent, after he calmed himself down from laughing so much.

RSSN-01, this is Captain Bart Mancuso of the Dallas. As you may know,
Derscon is in charge of all naval operations taking place in defense of Golencia,
whether you like it or not. If you refuse to answer to us, leave. if you don't like
it, take it up with the Fleet Admiral.

OOC: Cool, Derscon. He's on my list of favorite authors, too. I'm currently reading "The Bear and The Dragon" for the umpteenth time myself.

IC:

Commander D'Assault shook his head and sighed.

"God, I'd love to put a torpedo right up his-"

"Conn, Radio Room, we have an incoming message from Ironfist.”

D’Assault cocked an eyebrow in surprise. ‘Ironfist’ was the name being used by Royal Marshall Saundra Renniger for this particular Theater of Operations. He headed to the Radio Room to read it, and eight minutes later was back in the Control Room, grabbing his sonar-phone receiver and grumbling to himself.

“RSSN-01 calling Dersconi Navy submarine, we have clearance to follow your lead.”

Meanwhile, RSSN-02 began to descend back down to the same depth as her sister. Her CO, Commander Patrick O’Ryan, muttering loudly to himself about the probability that everybody in the Dersconi Navy was a bloody poof.

OOC: I can see you and me going ‘round someday in the future, Derscon. Maybe not, but it would not surprise me if that happened some of these days.

OOC: I can see you and me going ‘round someday in the future, Derscon. Maybe not, but it would not surprise me if that happened some of these days.
ooc- You would get your ass kicked ;)

OOC: Time to catch up.
IC:

As the Marines made their way deeper inland the Colonel accomanying them was chewing some of the men in charge of supplies out. "How the hell are we supposed to eat this, this crap!"

"Sir, its the first sign of real food we've had."
"AND ITS MEAT! As a catholic soldier you know these are the times we can't eat meat on Fridays! That means these hungry boys have to starve!"
"Sir, I-"
"You what? Your nothing but dead weight, if it was in my right mind then i'd-"
Lt. Col. Aragon walked up and both men Saluted. "What's this about?"
"He brought meat for the meal today." replied the colonel.
"Well then I geuss we don't eat." As Lt. Col. Aragon prepared to explain what was going to happen the Radio Operator came running up.

"Sir! Sir!"
"What is it?"
"Your Brother is dead. An Anti-Catholic Doctor took aide for him and-"
"I've heard enough."
"Sir, the Emperor wants you home, your the next heir to the throne."
"And leave my Men? Let my little brother take it, I'll never abon my fellow soldiers. Go, tell them that."
The Radio operator saluted and ran off.

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2 hours later.....
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"Allright men, let's move out." Said Lt. Col. Aragon as the men continued their path to the next target City. "The 3 Night Raid on Shelton has ended, and we have orders to hit it, and hit it hard. All wounded have been sent to the Ridgian Hospital Ships off-shore leaving us at 600,000 with the Reinforcements we recieved. We'll have to use strategy and take it as quickly as we can. The 5th Armor Division will meet up with us there. Thats 200 Tanks to aide int he Assault."

With that the men continued a march to the City of Shelton. They had no Ground Transport vehicles and it was estimated a 2 day march to Shelton, although other City's wre much closer Sheltonwas more strategic.

Ridgian gunships fired a 21 gun salute after hearing of the death of the Prince.

The Doctor who took care of the Prince was dragged from his bed and thrown in Jail. He spent a mere 2 hours there when the Court found him guilty, and sentenced him to death. The Self Proclaimed 'Savior of Christians' was lined up on a wall and slowly killed. Although the Government saw it in-humane the Emperor would not let him get off so easy as others have in the past.

A Service will be held through the Capital of Golencia in remembrance of the young Prince. The Service is expected to cost 2 Million Imperial Credits(=USD).

An Angry Emperor barricaded himself in his room after hearing his second born refuses to leave Hadens until the conflict is over. He will eat was his men eat and live as they do, despite his father's wishes.

Though we would prefer your nation to be governed by socialism, we hope that your people can live in peace now that the war is over.

HMS Andropov

The Fleet Admiral smiled. "I'm glad you like it. The cake is a family recipie of mine I taught the cook, since he can make it, and I can't." He smiled as he took a bite of the cake himself.
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DALLAS TO RSSN-01

Good, do follow.

Bart ordered the sub back to the subscreen, with the three other subs -- one Dersconi and the two Romandeos' subs -- following close. They were thrown onto the advanced setup, with four Pisces submergable battleships above them and four below them.

It was going to be one hell of a ride, if anyone came close.
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OOC: Ratheia, yes -- if you moved them. They wouldn't be over my nation itself, as I keep a Military Space Station above it to shoot down satellites that might come our way.
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Outside their Target

The Colonel watched the timer.

00:00.03
00:00.02
00:00.01
--BEEP--

On that sound, the artillery opened fire on the city, and the armoured sectors made a blitzkreig into the city gates, with A-10 Warthogs, Cobras, and Apaches following behind.

Their orders were to kill everything that lived, as there was no chance now a friendly could be hit.

They broke inside with relative ease, and the Bradley's got to work.

The M3's were equipped with massive flamethrowers instead of the normal cannon so they could burn things down, while the choppers, A-10s, and tanks worked on flattening the city.

After about three hours, half of the city was flattened -- literally.

Suddenly, an RPG round decommissioned an M3.

"It CAME FROM UP THERE! FIRE!" THe Commander yelled.

And it was done.

Four A-10's with Napalm and four Cobras wiped out the surrounding ten blocks of city. The Commander shook his head and picked up his radio.

Form a perimeter around the city. Kill everything that doesn't wear a Dersconi uniform.

When they were retreating, a massive hoard of terrorrists opened fire on them, taking out a squad or two of Marines by surprise. The foot soldiers dived for cover as they opened fire on the group, taking hits. THe gun battle was bloody and raged on.

For about two minutes, which is when the tank commanders realized what was going on and turned their turrets around.

The twenty tanks opened fire with their Browning M2 .50 calibre HE rounds and their main cannons on the group.

It didn't take long until the streets literally spewed blood.

"CONTINUE RETREAT!" About an hour later, the city was surrounded, being fired into from the tanks. An RPG here and there hit a tank, but it was silenced by a ATG missile from an Apache. The commander was seen talking into his radio, and two hours later, everyone within a ten mile radius knew why the evac'd.

Ten B-52 Stratofortresses armed with ten ton bombs and White Phosphourous bombs came soaring from the North, circling around their targets, and thirty seconds later, it rained bombs.

Anyone who wasn't covering their ears probably went deaf, the sounds of the bombs detonating within a few seconds of each other. THe White Phosphourous, burning at 2700 celcius upon contact with oxygen, effectively turned the whole city into a glowing white blob.

About fifteen minutes later, when everything cleared, you could have never figured out it was a city.

There was a giant crater, and that was about it. The Commander looked on.

"Okay, send a team in. Check for survivors, and make sure they aren't classified as that."

"Yessir." It was impossible for their to be survivors, but it was just to make sure.

As expected, they returned with a 'negative.'

"Alright, boys, this city is done, and we need to get home." The Commander called in to the Gole High Command.

This is Dersconi Royal Marine Commander. We have stuff do to elsewhere,
unfortunately, so we need to go. Hope we did some good over here.
Have a great day.

Count Antonette said,
"I hope we meet again, sometime"
He walked out to the Dersconi Seahawk, a helicopter. He was flown back to the CRS Burgundy. The Desconi helicopter left him there.

All 10,00 men boarded the ships.

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Golencian Command, we are leaving the hot zone, but will keep an eye on it. All forces and ships, including hospital ship, is going back to Cherry Ridge. Good luck to Lt. COl Aragon. GOD BLESS, COUNT ANTONETTE.

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The Ridgian ships fired a 21-gun salute as they past the Imperial Golencian Naval base on Hadens. Ships should arrive back to CR in a few hours.

ooc- You would get your ass kicked ;)

OOC: Now, now, there's no need for arrogance here.

"Damn." said Lt. Col. Aragon upon hearing the departure of Ridgian Forces.
"What is it sir?" asked Colonel Bradwitz.
"The Ridgians are leaving."
Dumbfounded Bradwitz spoke as calmly as he could, "I appreciate what they've done, but we're not only in a crisis, but we're in a war."

"Not everyone has time to tend to our problems colonel."
"Sir I understand that but it will take hours for the next Hospital Ship to arrive, and we're less than an hour from a battle."
"Colonel, they did more than what they were asked to do, in fact they weren't asked to come here, they came to help us, and now they must leave and they have honored us. End of Discussion."

With that the Colonel stood and stormed from the Room. Lt. Col. Aragon then ordered the men to prepare for an Assault. The City was battered and the Garrison was small, victory was certain.

THe marines loaded back into the transport ships and left for their homebase in Derscon.

TO GOLE HIGH COMMAND

We apologize for the withdraw, but the Royal Marines are required to escort
the casket of the Czar of Derscon for the funeral to take place in a few days.
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The Ocean

As sunset came around, the waters were completely still. It was a very solemn moment. All of the flags in the Fleet were lowered to half staff in the Fleet. A brass quartet played three of Bach's chorales, and at the end, everyone stood at attention as the lone bugler echoed out Taps. It was hooked up to the loudspeakers, so everyone within a twenty mile radius could hear it. If one looked out at the fleet from the shore, you could see the silouette of the bugler in the center of the half-visible setting sun, its rays emitting from the dieing light. In the background, the Pisces battleships half-surfaced to have an aroura of Saint Elmo's Fire in the background, completely surrounding the fleet.

Anyone with any sort of emotions at all looking at that scene would have at least had a tear come to his eye.

The Czar was dead, and even at sea, in a time of war, they were going to show respect.

The Ridgian ships got the order, lower ships flag to half mast. As taps ended, the Ridgian ships, now a few miles away fired a 21 gun salute in honor of the late Czar. The ships flags were lowered to half mast. The ships streaked silently threw the waves as the Ridgian ships headed for CR.

Following suit, the guns fired off -- one from each ship -- until the count hit twenty-one. At that point, everything was dead still. Further out to sea, one could see the dolphins resting there, looking at the ships, almost as if they understood what was going on, and stopped to honour the reverent call.

The ships arrived back at Cherry Ridge. Back in CR, bagpipes played "Amazing Grace" in honor of the Czar. The count returned to his residence.


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At every military base of Cherry Ridge, a 21 gun salute was fired.

The Soldiers under the command of Lt. Col. Aragon didn't wait for the tanks and using what they had they charged into the City.

Bold Soldiers charged following their leader and Prince Ruben Aragon. Bullets from the rebels hit all over the Ground. Diving for cover while shooting the Lt. Col. was shot in the left shoulder. He let out a cry and hit the ground. His men bravely shooting into the Buildings were they could see bullets coming from. As the Colonel stood there in the middle of fire he shot and screamed, "YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING SONS OF B-" Bullets ripped through his body as he continued firing. Unable to move or speak his lifeless body fell to the ground. A pool of blood circled his body.

As the men continued firing into the city the Tanks had arrived and rolled in. They coninuosly fired until the bullets stopped. 492 Man lay dead. Over 1,000 Wounded including their beloved leader, Lt. Col. Aragon. As the day calmed more forces surged deeper in the city engaging every so often. Tiny fire fights erupting in the fog, and after a long 3 Hours battle resulting in the death of more than 560 Marines, the Golencian Flag flew over The City, which was now as good as rubble.....

The Helicopter lifted from the ground with men franticly urging the pilot to go faster. The voices were faint to the man who lied there bleeding. Shirtless he could feel air blowing over his body, immobilized he just laid there unable to think even about what was going on...........

Soft voices filled the room, as Lt. Col. Aragon awakened. People looked into his face but they were so blurry he could hardly recognize them. After he finally saw that it was his family he relaxed and asked "where am I?"

His Father walked up. "Your in the Hospital. Your men fought quite a battle today. Of course you were unconcious for most of it. You've been hit. Same place as your brother. Only, your doing substantially better then he did."

"Wait where are my troops?"
"They're in Shelton, taking a body count. You won, but its not the end."

The Prince's had fell back and the room filled with darkness again.......


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Imperial Palace
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Flags were ordered at half mast for the loss of the Dersconi Czar. They had just recently been raised from the death of a Prince.

With the fall of Shelton the Rebels will was weak. The War Machine of Golencia moved through the flank of the Communist Controlled areas of Hadens and prepared another strike.

OOC: Ratheia....your bombers were air borne and then uhmmm......you left.

60 miles South of Feldcrest

Moving across the vast open fields at around 80 Kilometers per hour, the 3rd Expeditionary force was making good time. Everything had fallen into place and it was only a matter of time before Feldcrest would be in the deathly grip of the 3rd Expeditionary Force. By now, Lt. Colonel Rolf Hansen was quite relaxed and was having a great observing the peaceful scenery of the open plains from atop his Pz-1 Main Battle Tank.

Removing his set of high powered binoculars from the leather pouch strapped to his side, he again looked out over the evening horizon, trying to catch a glimse of the gazelles that usually grazed upon the grasses of this area. However, what he saw through his binoculars caught him compltetley off guard.

Rumbling through the countryside 3 miles below was large formation of little black dots, most of them being Soviet-style tanks and APCs. Clustered around them appeared to be the figures of some type of Infantry force.

Immedeatley putting his binoculars down, Rolf grabbed his small radio and alerted the rest of the formation, now barreling towards the on-coming force:

"This is A Company, we have visual confirmation on a large enemy force approximatley 3 miles west and heading in this location. Move into battle formation and engage, Repeat, move into battle formation and engage."

Within seconds, the whole force had pivoted around to face the enemy and slowed down to a mere 20 km/h. At around 1 mile, the first rounds of the oncoming Pz-1s began to light up the dark sky.

BOOM!---BOOM!---BOOM!

In unision, each line of tanks continued to fire round after round into the oncoming enemy force. Since most of the enemy tanks were T-55s or T-60s, they were unable to return fire until the Pz-1s were nearly on top of them.

At 500 yards, the PAC-RAT APCs let loose several volleys of HE rounds at the Enemy Infantry, now pinned down behind the smoldering ruins of their own Tanks. In only 10 minuites, nearly a company of enemy troops had been reduced to a few stragglers, while the Lachenburgian force had only sustianed light causalties.

When night finally fell, the beeming lights of Feldcrest lit up the Northern horizion. By morning, a whole new type of conflict would unfold and it would be no walk in the park.

877 Miles from Golencia...

The sonic boom shredded the skies as the bombers hurtled through like a knife through butter. Red and glowing with the heat of a five hour cruise at Mach 3.2 they began a short drop in altitude to 70,000 feet. As they moved closer to Golencia, moving at nearly a mile every two seconds, they prepared for launch.

"Hammer, this is Sickle. We're within missile range of Golencia. Prepare for launch."

"Sickle, this is Hammer. We copy. Proceeding to configure rotary launchers."

There was a quiet hum as the rotary launchers prepared for attack.

And then, in one smooth motion, 480 miles from Golencia and closing fast, the bombers dropped their payload.

Two thousand KH-101 cruise missiles left the bomb bays of two hundred bombers and hurtled forward, accelerating to Mach 1.8 as they headed to bring doom to Golencia.

The variable geometry wings of the bombers configured themselves and the fleet began making a wide, arcing turn.

They were coming home.

OOC: Sorry for being so late.

As the night lit up with explosians alarms sounded and the men quickly fired into the air. 55 AA Guns, repeatedly fired as the bombers made their way through, no matter what happened the people wouldn't forget the Ratheian Treatchery of hitting Civilians. As more and more ammo wasted through the air more bombs exploded. The Men fired an endless stream destined to hit something.

After the Enemy attack had turned and left the Military marched through the Countryside and City it had hit. The once proud City of Port-City had now lost all its manufacturing capabilities as almost every square inch was hit. 150,000 Civilians Had been Killed in the attack and an estimated 2,000 Soldiers had been as well.

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Marching On.......
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As Soldiers had begun to prepare for an all out assault on Brendas Burg and Hershoma, they were ordered to halt. After the fierce threat in Feldcrest the two cities had surrendered without a fight. However by the time Golencian Forces marched inside of the City, the Communist Occupiers had long since fled. The Returning Marines were greeted with confetti and flowers and seen as liberators. Although they had not known he wherabouts of the old leader the Marines did know that hundreds of Civilian Bodies filled houses as they were killed before the communists left.

Although Feldcrest had not yet fallen the People of Golencia celebrated with large parties and gifts for all, as a new holiday was declared, "Purification of Hadens".

((Golencia, I attacked only military installations with these missiles. Only those, and AA defenses.))

OOC: I don't suppose anybody would object to me withdrawing my subs?

((Golencia, I attacked only military installations with these missiles. Only those, and AA defenses.))

OOC: hard to aim when your going so fast. Plus you never stated what you targeted only that you were going into our airspace.

And no

OOC: hard to aim when your going so fast. Plus you never stated what you targeted only that you were going into our airspace.

And no

They are cruise missiles, you moron. You don't have to fly over the target. I launched them from hundreds of miles away. They have their own guidance systems.

Nothings peect you Moron. Besides my Military Installations are in Cities. They dont just sit out in the middle of no where.

Nothings peect you Moron. Besides my Military Installations are in Cities. They dont just sit out in the middle of no where.

Peect? Wonderful English.

So you keep your airbases in the middle of crowded metropolises?

And even if they do, a crusie missile is a smart weapon. It can hit you on the head in a crowd of people.

OOC: shut up. And if it hit you on the head, the people around your are still gonna feel the boom. And If you've ever heard of Kirtland Air Force Base(doubtfully) Its an International Airport here in Albuquerque, and an Air Force Base. So yea, and you said you hit our installations and AA Guns installations....those arent just sitting miles away from civilization.

Feldcrest

All Batteries, Commence Firing!!!

BOOM ---BOOM! ---BOOM!—BOOM!

WOOSH!

On cue, the area erupted into a series of sizeable shrieks, whooshes and booms as nearly 400 pieces of artillery began to hurl projectiles at the huddled enemy defenses surrounding the now burning city of Feldcrest. For almost 6 hours, the Lachenburgian Expeditionary forces had been pounding the area with shells, missiles and bombs with great effect. Many enemy tanks, mostly Soviet built T-60s and T-72s were reduced to smoldering piles of ruin and once glorious defensive structures had been blown into pieces. Even the city itself was engulfed in firestorm, as many of the shells were filled with Napalm to thwart any possible areas of resistance within the city. It seemed as if the Communist defenses were melting away, if the Recon photos were correct, that is.

Finally preparations were being made for the first assault into the city itself. Since it was imagined that the majority of the fighting would take place within the clumped up ruins of the colonial city, the main attacking thrust would be comprised of mainly Infantry and Light vehicles. Heavily Armored vehicles would stick mainly to the larger avenues and would be supported by heavy amounts of Infantry. Nobody wanted to see a massacre after almost 3 weeks of unparalleled success. By now soldiers were making the required adjustments to their equipment and placing sandbags and other assorted items around the more vulnerable parts of the Tanks and IFV’s that would take part in the operation.

At 15:05 everything was ready and the word was given. Rushing towards the city limits, 2 Infantry Divisions advanced towards the southern limits of the burning wasteland, while 1 Armored Division would make its way in on the western outskirts of the city, lumbering across the now deserted Interstate-10, the main artery of transportation and escape. Being one of the first to enter the city, Lt. Colonel Rolf Hansen was quite uneasy about the surroundings. Although many of the towering buildings had been reduced to nothing, piles of rubble and burned out complexes still covered the wide expanses of the area and good hiding places for the opposition. Rolf’s fears were comfirmed, as the first of many ambushes began.

“Incoming RPG!”

Shrieking out of the hazy darkness, the RPG round made its way towards the advancing column and struck Rolf’s tank, making a rather large ‘THUD” and jolting the tank back. The silhouette of tracers round followed shortly behind and left the Lachenburgians rushing for cover.


“Concentrate fire at those buildings!” Rolf shouted, as his gunner loaded a HE round into the gun carriage of the Pz-1.

BOOM!

The round glided right into the former apartment building, sending the top half of the building collapsing towards the ground. By now, Rolf could see his opposition in the distance and greeted them with 3 more HE rounds. By now, the entire column had joined in and enemy resistance began to fall apart. Several more RPGs managed to decommission another PAC-RAT and disable a Pz-1, after blowing off one of its tracks.

Much of the same thing occurred across the vast expanse of the city ruins, confirming to the oncoming offensive forces that the Communists were finally ready to put up a fight.

OOC: shut up. And if it hit you on the head, the people around your are still gonna feel the boom. And If you've ever heard of Kirtland Air Force Base(doubtfully) Its an International Airport here in Albuquerque, and an Air Force Base. So yea, and you said you hit our installations and AA Guns installations....those arent just sitting miles away from civilization.

So? Civilians don't usually man AA guns and SAMs.

We're on the way...

There was an impressive shockwave rippling behind the T-4MS as it rocketed past the advancing MIGs.

Not a single T-4MS had been shot down. Not a single T-4MS had been hit by a bullet. They were powerful, majestic, and best of all, fast. They had simply outrun everything fired at them and that that hey could not outrun they avoided. The sky was large, after all. And they were coming home.

The bombers flew home passing the fleet of 150 MIGs as they flew to invade Golencian Airspace. Armed with five RVV-AE's carried internally and another five AA-13 missiles internally, the MIGs were well prepared. THey were within 300 miles of Golencia, and closing.

OOC: Something better get shotdown...i want realism.....if nothing is hit this time then im going to ignore this whole "war" between us....also the AA Guns are litered through the city....obviously civilians are gonna be hit.

IC:

After the coward strike Golencian fores began to rebuild first by replacing the damaged AA-Guns. Then by Imperial Order F-35 JSFs from the Air Craft Carriers were to be in Flight on patrol at all times.

"Prepare for take off." Came a voice into the B-2 Bombers Cockpit. "Run way is clear." Heard in B-2 Bombers all over as they took off into the Air. 95 Were airborne with 35 F-117 Stealth Fighters as an escort. In complete stealth they moved towards Ratheia for a bombing on the closest Air Base.

OOC: Like replacing huge AA guns is that easy...


Golencian Airspace

The MIG's were advancing towards Golencia when they noticed some odd blips appearing on their radars.

"Sakharov, I've got a lock. Shall we?"

"Roger, prepare for fire. For the glory of Communism!"

The MIGs located the enemy JSF's with ease using their phased-array NO15 and began deaccelerating to make a missle run. The B-2's were marginally mroe difficult to detect, as they kept flickering on and off the radar screens. They would be ignored for now. The fighters were most important.

The MIG's were flying at 68,000 feet, one hundred and fifty miles away from the JSF's, and closing.

City Hall, Center of Feldcrest

Only one thing was left un-conquered. After nearly 4 days of gruesome urban fighting the soliders of the first attack wave had reached the city center. It too, along with 90% of the surrounding area had either been flattened or severly damaged and all that stood was the old 2-story city hall, burned out and blackened from the fires that raged within the city several days ago. This old structure was the only form of major opposition left within the city and taking it would end this terrible battle once and for all.

Hunched down behind the immense piles of rubble strewn across the once beautiful city square, Lachenburgian soliders waited to charge the city hall, their eyes constantly shifting around to spot any enemy activety. The anxious Private Marques Dupount and the rest of his squad layed in the same fashion, huddled behind a former bakery. Each man had seen his fair share of fighting and all they wanted to do was finish this, once and for all.

"Hey Dupount, check your rifle. I think it has some mud in the chamber." Staff private first class Martin Von Hisen quietly voiced, making sure only the lowly private and his squad heard his coarse, raspy voice.

Glancing down at his FN F2000, Dupount quickly cleared the chamber of the weapon as best he could. Just as he looked up, all hell broke loose.

"Pour à la maison, Pour la Liberté, Pour la Victoire!"

"AHHHHHHHH"

BOOM!---BOOM!---BOOM!

POP--POP--POP--POP--POP---POP--POP--POP

BOOM!---BOOM!

"ARGHGHGHH....MEDIC!!"

Rushing from his position, Dupount and his squad were engulfed in the sea of soliders, tanks and APCs that now moved towards the fortified structure. The city hall itself seemed to glow a firey orange, as thousands of rounds from Communist rifles and machine guns tore through the abandoned city square.

BOOM!---BOOM!

Two tank rounds slammed into the building at unparalleled speed, sending the parts of the lower floor flying off into oblivion. Within seconds, the left side of the building collapsed upon iself, setting off several ammunition stores within the building. Most soilders hit the dirt and gazed up to see a Apocalyptic malestrom of fire cascade over the remiander of the building, incenerating any living thing within. In only 3 minuites, the objective had been completed and the last stronghold of communist power within Feldcrest had finally been vanquished.

After a long lapse of complete silence, the entire force around had broken into jubilation, leeting out booming cries of triumph and victory. Upon the smoldering flagpole that once stood above the now destroyed city hall, the flag of Golencia was proudly raised for all to see.

At Lachenburgian headquarters, news of the victory was met with handshakes and wine, for now the tide of the war turned in favor of the allies. This was truly a great day that would go down in the halls of history.

OOC: 1 not all were destroyed and 2, i said ReplacING not replacED
IC:

"Sir incoming Bogeys." siad Lt. Wilbur during their patrol flight.
"OK, boys there here for a show, alert command about this." replied Captain Harrison. After recieving orders the pilots sent an Urgent message to Base Command in charge of Air Operations.

We have incoming MiGs, believe to be Ratheian. Preparing to engage
and alerting High Command. All flyable craft should be airborne other craft
should be Alert 5. I repeat Alert 5.

The JSFs turned and headed in the direction of the MiGs just as alarms sounded on the ground. Men flocked to planes and AA Guns. The Air Marshal issued several orders.

-----Encrypted Message to F-117 Nighthawks-----

Turn from escort and engage incoming hostiles. More friendlies are being
airborne and we need to make sure they manage a Victory. After engaging
enemies you are to return to escort. B-2s will continue course and will
be far ahead of you. However should anything happen you WILL be needed.

-----Message to Grounded Pilots-----

Get Airborne at steady rate. Rush and defeat is certain. Get a steady flow
and we can easily repel such a dully thought attack. Sacrifice yourselves for
the good of the Empire. Allies are on alert and we hope for an intervention.

-----Mesage to B-2 Spirit Bombers-----

Escort will temporarily leave. Continue course your stealth should provide
enough cover. Do not keep steady course. Weave through until you reach
destination. Your escort will be back for your return flight.

Air Marshal Aragon

Message to Lachenburg:
Congratulations on your triumph! The last of the Communist rebels are gone, now only the petty Ratheians stand in our way. Your bravery will not be forgotten in the Supreme Catholic Empire. We hope you stay and fight alog side us against the Ratheian Devils.

Emperor Ruben Aragon II

The MIG was a full-size fighter, two engines, large radar, and excessive "combat persistence". They entered into missile range of the enemy JSF's and, to make sure that the survival rate was minimal, fired two missile per aircraft.

The bays opened and thirty-two MIG's each fired a missile load of one AA-12 and one AA-13 at the approaching JSF's. There was a roar and the missile took off, accelerating to Mach 2.78 as they headed to destroy the enemy aircraft.

In accordance with a new Ratheian strategy, all the aircraft turned back and accelerated spreading out in various directions to avoid detection by the enemy.

((Impressive, Lachenburg. But it's not over yet.))

OOC: Damn i gotta go, ill be back on tomorrow, and then ill stay for a while but now im fairly busy. Good Bye until tomorrow

Ratheia...

As news of the enemy bombers filtered in through the MIG communications, Ratheia went into what is usually called "lockdown".

From Velikgrad Airbase and several others across Ratheia, four hundred MIG-31's took off into the skies and began counter-scanning the skies. In conjunction with them, thousands of radar bases and SAM sites flared into action. Coastal defenses, both naval and aerial, flared into life as well.

Ratheia would not be stopped by Golencia. There would be nothing left of their puny fleet when it arrived.

OOC: I'll be out until Monday.

How in the hell are you supporting all of this and a standing army?

How in the hell are you supporting all of this and a standing army?

Quite simple really.

Defense budget= 1.2 Trillion

Also, my current surplus is in the 13 trillion area.

Also, I'm not paying for this war.

OOC: Golencia, are you ever going to post?