The Macabees
12-02-2005, 06:53
Related Threads:
Armaggedon Rising (The Beginning of Macabee Hostilities Against Kahta) (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=394548)
Racial Ideology (The Breaking Point) (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=397006)
Kahtan Defense Reforms (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=390906)
Kahtan Orbiting Satellites (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=397017)
Map of the Macabees:
http://img52.exs.cx/img52/4313/macabeempire9io.gif
The scale isn't there - but the scale is the same one used for the NS Map Project.
EDIT: I thought I should add an OOC thread because this is obviously going to have OOC matters attached to it: OOC Thread (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=8177954#post8177954)
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[Macabea Harbor]
Over two hundred feet under the bay of Korniege, a minor inlet in what seemed like a straight coast, sat the largest submarine pen in the world. Once it held only one hundred and fifty submarines, but throughout the years it had grown to house over two hundred and fifty Toledo SSNs - a major feat, in both engineering and numbers. Not even the underwater life dared to approach the vastness of the bay, which for the past days had been bustling with constant submarine activity for last minute training regarding operations off the Kahtan coast. However, in the first minutes of this day the activity seemed an ancient activity, as the bay again set in with an unprecedented calm, and a grey omnipresent mist partially hid the doors of the large pens holding the Macabee wolfs of war. Not even the rays of sunlight were able to penetrate the thick muck covering the bay of Korniege, which was exactly the reason why the General Staff had chosen the location for the submarine pens. Indeed, there was no reason for any activity this early in the morning. All the logistical work had been done the night before, including the supplying of the needed anti-shipping missiles and torpedoes, including twenty of the former and ten of the latter on each submarine. In fact, inside the rock walls forming the natural construction of the pens, were staircases teeming only with the crews of the submarines, heading towards their individual ships sluggishly, still sleepy from the little rest they had had the night before, going down the stone staircases step by step. Oh, how a work of art like this had ever been completed was another miracle from the unknown entities which pulled this heavenly earth on its strings. The old wise men who had once rules the First Empire, a thousand years before, claimed that the building had been a castle built by the gods, designed so that only the "prophet" could storm it. Of course, the old gods had been abandoned and now the new "God" had been introduced and a schism from the Catholic Church begun. The pen also resembled the once mind-boggling Carthaginian naval harbor which Rome destroyed during the Third Punic War, but at one stage housed over two hundred and fifty Carthaginian warships, including triremes, quinqueremes and even the fabled ‘eights’. But religion and myth had little rights in an ambience of war.
Soon enough the massive titanium doors protecting the submarines from shrapnel and other explosives lifted slowly. Their pace could not be increased, and it was amazing how such small portals could even rise with all that weight - modern mechanics was another miracle. The wolfs inside stood still, not flinching at the waters flooding into the pens, grey hulls proudly sparkling with the white double-headed Imperial Eagle displayed on the forefront on either side of the hull. The bridge of each Toledo barely touched the top of the pen, missing it only by a couple of centimeters, forcing the flags to be taken down before submerging to enter the pen, and making the sailors replace it every time they left port. However, today the flags would not be replaced by orders of the Emperor, a sign of impending war. For all the renewed commotion the submarines showed no hint of strain until one begun moving out, first gradually, then rapidly slipping into the bay, immediately turning to leave the area still submerged, therefore keeping out of the enemy eyes in the sky. The other submarines assigned to the same mission did the same, one by one, following their leader, until a total of one hundred Toledos created a string of naval vessels, submerged two hundred feet under water, out of the bay. Behind them the gargantuan titanium doors shut tight once again, showing no sign of use. Their bearing was towards Kahtan New England.
Above, on the surface, the atmosphere was not so serene, and instead frenzied, with harbor personnel fidgeting back and forth with boxes on lorries, or even in their hands if there were not sufficient lorries. Colossal cranes pulled the larger crates from their position on the ground to the decks of the ships, where they were dismantled if needed and their contents stored, or the boxes as a whole stored. Abreast the Macabee task force prepared was of biblical proportions, including none less than ten battleships, sparkling metallic bridged reaching high, with radiant eighteen inch gun batteries turned facing the left in unison, creating an impression of order and a sensation of pure power. Although lesser, the fifty present destroyers swayed in the unruffled harbor waves, Imperial flags waving in the cool breeze of the Mediterranean climate. Beside them, with no slighter significance, prepared thirty cruisers and an identical amount of frigates, taking on torpedoes for anti-submarine warfare operations, and surface to air missiles for perimeter defense actions, especially when it was known the Kahta preferred missiles to strategy, but what topped the cake were the six, fully outfitted, carriers, with decks dazzling of over a collection of a total of six hundred aircraft, including both air superiority fighters and strike fighters. No less importantly alongside these behemoths sat four escort carriers, fitted with a total of one hundred and twenty reconnaissance aircraft, which were perhaps the most important aircrafts of a carrier task force, as they were armed with torpedoes and powerful RADARs and SONAR buoys that could save a fleet. There was a myriad of other shipping, including patrol attack craft, missile ships, military tankers, and armament ships, and these were already forming outside of port, ready to rendezvous with the rest of the task force once the others had finish loading up. Perhaps the most important of all assets was the fact that a host of troop ships and landing ships carried one hundred thousand Macabee infantry with six thousand tanks and innumerable numbers of mobile surface to air missile batteries, mobile RADARs and SODARs, and other logistical and secondary purpose ordnance.
This small, yet potent, ground army would be the foundation of a beachhead on Kahta’s beaches. If half successful then the Empire would be filling to stuff over a million men into the operation, hoping to devastate Kahta’s infrastructure and destroy a large part of Kahta’s military in the opening rounds of the ground war. If they failed then the Empire would have to re-think an obvious flawed strategy. The ground troops were placed under the overall command of General-Feldmarchall Fartung von Geistard, a noble born general who had fought alongside Emperor Jonach I during the days of the Civil War. Although elderly, already age sixty-two, von Geistard was one of the finest soldiers the Emperor had, and a superior tactician and a first-rate leader, able to persuade men to his cause. Under his command the one hundred thousand men formed a single infantrykorp of five divisionen, while the armor were divided into two panzerarmees, with two panzerkorps each, with three panzer divisionen each. They manifested the crack elite of the Macabee Empire, and proudly wore the golden cross of the Church of St. Peter on their green helmets.
By midday, when the sun had set upon the crux of its voyage ready to start settling under the horizon, the task force had matured outside the harbor, and in unsullied military formation, Task Force Dagger began its extensive and laborious trip to outlying Kahtan waters to prepare for inevitable war. The destroyers, cruisers and frigates formed a triple anti-submarine warfare perimeter, fifty, one hundred and one hundred and fifty kilometers out from the center respectively. Furthermore, the escort carriers were performing round the clock AWACs and CAP maneuvers overhead, keeping the aerial RADAR airborne day and night to make sure the task force was always aware of sudden tribulations.
Grand Admiral Durgstaden von Laifsraggen stood, hands on the rails, of his flagship, the carrier HES-712 Albacete, looking outwards towards the ends of the sea and began to mutter to himself the words, Precious father I pray that thou wisdom and thou powers salvage my heart from this utter insanity. What misapprehension has so damaged the minds of two leaders, one tyrannous, the other judging himself as a saint, which he isn’t. This war need not happen, yet I am ordered to do the unthinkable. No, no dead God, I mustn’t blame my coming quandary on you, for that would be irreverence and iniquitous of myself. However, I believe it interesting that human achievement has brought us so far, and yet the men who have such potential to expand what is already flawless only use their wits to demolish! Ah, ugly world, what have we done?
He stepped off the side of the ship and slowly trudged back to his quarters located deep inside the carrier, protected by the armored belts stripped on the sides of the trimaran hull of the carrier. The fleet continued its trek towards Kahta…
Armaggedon Rising (The Beginning of Macabee Hostilities Against Kahta) (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=394548)
Racial Ideology (The Breaking Point) (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=397006)
Kahtan Defense Reforms (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=390906)
Kahtan Orbiting Satellites (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=397017)
Map of the Macabees:
http://img52.exs.cx/img52/4313/macabeempire9io.gif
The scale isn't there - but the scale is the same one used for the NS Map Project.
EDIT: I thought I should add an OOC thread because this is obviously going to have OOC matters attached to it: OOC Thread (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=8177954#post8177954)
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[Macabea Harbor]
Over two hundred feet under the bay of Korniege, a minor inlet in what seemed like a straight coast, sat the largest submarine pen in the world. Once it held only one hundred and fifty submarines, but throughout the years it had grown to house over two hundred and fifty Toledo SSNs - a major feat, in both engineering and numbers. Not even the underwater life dared to approach the vastness of the bay, which for the past days had been bustling with constant submarine activity for last minute training regarding operations off the Kahtan coast. However, in the first minutes of this day the activity seemed an ancient activity, as the bay again set in with an unprecedented calm, and a grey omnipresent mist partially hid the doors of the large pens holding the Macabee wolfs of war. Not even the rays of sunlight were able to penetrate the thick muck covering the bay of Korniege, which was exactly the reason why the General Staff had chosen the location for the submarine pens. Indeed, there was no reason for any activity this early in the morning. All the logistical work had been done the night before, including the supplying of the needed anti-shipping missiles and torpedoes, including twenty of the former and ten of the latter on each submarine. In fact, inside the rock walls forming the natural construction of the pens, were staircases teeming only with the crews of the submarines, heading towards their individual ships sluggishly, still sleepy from the little rest they had had the night before, going down the stone staircases step by step. Oh, how a work of art like this had ever been completed was another miracle from the unknown entities which pulled this heavenly earth on its strings. The old wise men who had once rules the First Empire, a thousand years before, claimed that the building had been a castle built by the gods, designed so that only the "prophet" could storm it. Of course, the old gods had been abandoned and now the new "God" had been introduced and a schism from the Catholic Church begun. The pen also resembled the once mind-boggling Carthaginian naval harbor which Rome destroyed during the Third Punic War, but at one stage housed over two hundred and fifty Carthaginian warships, including triremes, quinqueremes and even the fabled ‘eights’. But religion and myth had little rights in an ambience of war.
Soon enough the massive titanium doors protecting the submarines from shrapnel and other explosives lifted slowly. Their pace could not be increased, and it was amazing how such small portals could even rise with all that weight - modern mechanics was another miracle. The wolfs inside stood still, not flinching at the waters flooding into the pens, grey hulls proudly sparkling with the white double-headed Imperial Eagle displayed on the forefront on either side of the hull. The bridge of each Toledo barely touched the top of the pen, missing it only by a couple of centimeters, forcing the flags to be taken down before submerging to enter the pen, and making the sailors replace it every time they left port. However, today the flags would not be replaced by orders of the Emperor, a sign of impending war. For all the renewed commotion the submarines showed no hint of strain until one begun moving out, first gradually, then rapidly slipping into the bay, immediately turning to leave the area still submerged, therefore keeping out of the enemy eyes in the sky. The other submarines assigned to the same mission did the same, one by one, following their leader, until a total of one hundred Toledos created a string of naval vessels, submerged two hundred feet under water, out of the bay. Behind them the gargantuan titanium doors shut tight once again, showing no sign of use. Their bearing was towards Kahtan New England.
Above, on the surface, the atmosphere was not so serene, and instead frenzied, with harbor personnel fidgeting back and forth with boxes on lorries, or even in their hands if there were not sufficient lorries. Colossal cranes pulled the larger crates from their position on the ground to the decks of the ships, where they were dismantled if needed and their contents stored, or the boxes as a whole stored. Abreast the Macabee task force prepared was of biblical proportions, including none less than ten battleships, sparkling metallic bridged reaching high, with radiant eighteen inch gun batteries turned facing the left in unison, creating an impression of order and a sensation of pure power. Although lesser, the fifty present destroyers swayed in the unruffled harbor waves, Imperial flags waving in the cool breeze of the Mediterranean climate. Beside them, with no slighter significance, prepared thirty cruisers and an identical amount of frigates, taking on torpedoes for anti-submarine warfare operations, and surface to air missiles for perimeter defense actions, especially when it was known the Kahta preferred missiles to strategy, but what topped the cake were the six, fully outfitted, carriers, with decks dazzling of over a collection of a total of six hundred aircraft, including both air superiority fighters and strike fighters. No less importantly alongside these behemoths sat four escort carriers, fitted with a total of one hundred and twenty reconnaissance aircraft, which were perhaps the most important aircrafts of a carrier task force, as they were armed with torpedoes and powerful RADARs and SONAR buoys that could save a fleet. There was a myriad of other shipping, including patrol attack craft, missile ships, military tankers, and armament ships, and these were already forming outside of port, ready to rendezvous with the rest of the task force once the others had finish loading up. Perhaps the most important of all assets was the fact that a host of troop ships and landing ships carried one hundred thousand Macabee infantry with six thousand tanks and innumerable numbers of mobile surface to air missile batteries, mobile RADARs and SODARs, and other logistical and secondary purpose ordnance.
This small, yet potent, ground army would be the foundation of a beachhead on Kahta’s beaches. If half successful then the Empire would be filling to stuff over a million men into the operation, hoping to devastate Kahta’s infrastructure and destroy a large part of Kahta’s military in the opening rounds of the ground war. If they failed then the Empire would have to re-think an obvious flawed strategy. The ground troops were placed under the overall command of General-Feldmarchall Fartung von Geistard, a noble born general who had fought alongside Emperor Jonach I during the days of the Civil War. Although elderly, already age sixty-two, von Geistard was one of the finest soldiers the Emperor had, and a superior tactician and a first-rate leader, able to persuade men to his cause. Under his command the one hundred thousand men formed a single infantrykorp of five divisionen, while the armor were divided into two panzerarmees, with two panzerkorps each, with three panzer divisionen each. They manifested the crack elite of the Macabee Empire, and proudly wore the golden cross of the Church of St. Peter on their green helmets.
By midday, when the sun had set upon the crux of its voyage ready to start settling under the horizon, the task force had matured outside the harbor, and in unsullied military formation, Task Force Dagger began its extensive and laborious trip to outlying Kahtan waters to prepare for inevitable war. The destroyers, cruisers and frigates formed a triple anti-submarine warfare perimeter, fifty, one hundred and one hundred and fifty kilometers out from the center respectively. Furthermore, the escort carriers were performing round the clock AWACs and CAP maneuvers overhead, keeping the aerial RADAR airborne day and night to make sure the task force was always aware of sudden tribulations.
Grand Admiral Durgstaden von Laifsraggen stood, hands on the rails, of his flagship, the carrier HES-712 Albacete, looking outwards towards the ends of the sea and began to mutter to himself the words, Precious father I pray that thou wisdom and thou powers salvage my heart from this utter insanity. What misapprehension has so damaged the minds of two leaders, one tyrannous, the other judging himself as a saint, which he isn’t. This war need not happen, yet I am ordered to do the unthinkable. No, no dead God, I mustn’t blame my coming quandary on you, for that would be irreverence and iniquitous of myself. However, I believe it interesting that human achievement has brought us so far, and yet the men who have such potential to expand what is already flawless only use their wits to demolish! Ah, ugly world, what have we done?
He stepped off the side of the ship and slowly trudged back to his quarters located deep inside the carrier, protected by the armored belts stripped on the sides of the trimaran hull of the carrier. The fleet continued its trek towards Kahta…