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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…



[Operation GOLIATH : Earth Orbit]
The immeasurable volume of space sorrounded the dozens of Macabee sattelites which had gathered in the general arc area of some angle from earth, putting them all within striking range of Kahtan sattelites, all one thousand two hundred of them. The red and blue stars, formed of white dwarfs, stars still forming, black holes, super novas, and other types of celestial bodies provided a calm backdrop in this conjuring scene of war. Of course, sound could not drive through space since there was no body, no atmosphere, to carry the waves. Indeed, the utter emptyness which engulfed this rondezvouz of fate outside the outerlimits of Earth gave no hint that upcoming blood was the only escape possible.

Nations had been mobilizing for too long, and now everyone was ready to flex their muscles, to show their foes that they were truly what they were built up to be. This was true for Tyrandis, the Macabees, and even Kahta - all wanted to prove themselves the better. The same exact reasoning had enshrouded the nations of pre-WWI Europe, and look at what that led to. It was so sad that this had only been realized now, when it was far too late to change anything. It could be left to God, or fate, whichever anybody believed in, but if none believed then those what good was destiny? Some learned men asked why did nations ruin themselves with religion? It became obvious in times like this where religion was the only escape from an all too real inferno.

Down below the upper reaches of Earth, into the multi-layered atmospheres, the fleet continued moving towards Kahta, now closer than even to the lair of the beast. Grand Admiral Durgstaden von Laifsraggen sat on his oak chair, probably built by a slave child in a third world country, von Laifsraggen chuckled and said, "Ah, the irony. A nation forged to fight evil, promoting slavery." He shook his head once and then reached for the secures phone which used encrypted sattelite feed to reach back to the mainland and he put the mechanism to his right ear and then began to adress the other side of the line, "The tide is approaching. Perhaps ten more hours? Let us begin operation GOLIATH? Very well."

He put the phone down slowly, and he hesitated, for it was not easy for a man who loved his wife and children to start a war for the ages. He didn't want to make the order, but he knew he had to. If he failed he jeoperdized the lifes of all the souls on board the task force, sailing towards a war that itself wouldn't be merciful. He pressed a red button on a contraption and called for the radio supervisor to come to his desk, which he did, although it took him atleast ten minutes. The young, wiry, young man stepped in, halted, and then saluted, and the admiral simply said, "Good day mate, it's time to wreck hell" The eyes of the radio supervisor widened, and he quickly nodded - all knew the implications of that phrase.

In the upper atmospheres the sattelites jetisoned into position, turning so that their release bays pointed towards at least one Kahtan sattelite. Although there were some one thousand two hundred Kahtan machines out there, there were enough rods to take out each one - it didn't take much to take out a sattelite, they were so weak, which was the reason the Macabees refused to rely on them too much. The Empire had around two hundred sattelites conjured for the strike, and even that was a huge load of sattelites for the Macabees who had never envisioned a war in space in the past - but it came, and it was time to act. Consequently, the ejection platforms slid ready and the rods placed in their holders. In such an enviroment it would be imperative to get a decent speed on ejection since the rods couldn't accelerate or deccelerate in space since there was no outside force to do either. So, using electrecal launchers the sattelites, all two hundred of them, released their tungsten rods at somewhere near Mach 16.2, fearing neither pressure nor force since neither existed in space. The rods, each being around three meters long, cruised through space at the immense velocity given to it by the advanced machinery inside those sattelites towards their targets. Their targets were none other than pre-selected Kahtan sattelites, all one thousand two hundred of them, each receiving a single tungsten rod, enough to destroy them, or at least render them useless, especially with the kinetic energy involved at such a velocity. It was most likely that the Kahtan sattelites couldn't manuever greatly, so the only chance they would escape is if their jets pushed them out of the way, which a few most likely would do, but without the Kahtan space control knowing of the attack since they had no reported recording services in space, there would be no reason to call in a manuevering operation - making the sattelites, each one of them, doomed.

The Macabee sattelites did not move and instead used their arrays to keep track of the enemy sattelites, if they moved or not, ready to fire another batch if necessary. If a Kahtan sattelite changed plane the Macabee sattelite would either rotate or change the angle of its axis in order to meet the renewed threat.

The war on the ground had begun with a battle in space. However, many thought that this battle would prove who would be the victor. All men with an experience of war, however, knew the exact opposite. The war above would settle nothing - it would give an extra sense of security to the Macabee homeland. The sailors would find the same enemy naval defenses, and the infantry would see the same lead bullets in the cartridged employed by Kahtan infantry defending the heights of the beaches of their coastline. Indeed, this war would be long...

Invite only? Whah!

The soft light of the silver moon dappled over the water, bathing it in it's surreal gaze. In the endless expanse of water, nothing moved save for the silent passages of the migrating waves, at one with the peaceful co-existence of the empyreal moon and the secrets of the hidden depths.

Something stirred however, out of the icy void rose a great mass, and the mirror was shattered as the eyrie gleam of the moon was spurned and danced majestically upon the rolling ripples fleeing the epicentre. It was as black as the night itself, yet contained none of the inherent beauty and mystery. Black, ugly and squat it intruded upon the purity of the night, the water running off its hunched back and its armoured nights as it ravished the quiet solace of the nights air. A blissfully unaware observer might have been forgiven for hearing a low rasping breath, but an engineer would have instantly recognised the low hum of an reactor. There it remained, and though no explanation came as it squatted, observing, calculating, it heralded a far greater development.

Beneath the water line, in that secret world of the earth, one hundred submarines speed silently, as hunters to prey. There they made their pact, for each hour, each minute brought them closer to the moment when those gapping holes would encompass death as they sent men to an untimely end. Submariners, it is said, are queer folk who seek the comfort of enclosed space and all the encompassing void that hides the real world and makes instead a mockery, a fallacy of society that moves, breeds and breaths death. There they sat, the time passed in cards and lewd jokes as the lights flickered and in that half world, some unknown country between reality and the journey that no passenger of the boatman of the Styx can relate to those who still draw breath.

Finally the flagship sank, as silently and in the same vein of undisclosed menace that it had arrived. The captain smiled, counting the leagues to Kahta, and allowed himself a small laugh. He remembered a line from the play that he had watched two months before, “The devil doth seek thee, and he will be paid. Lest his debt be failed, and the reckoning delayed.” he muttered, his toothy grin showing through his weather beaten lips. He had scented the blood of the quarry, and no talk would abate that lust.


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Encryption Complete

To all allied forces in the sector,

Our forces stand at your side. We will wake a terrible vengeance upon these fools, and the bastards shall reap the seeds that they sow.

At your service,

Captain William Walshingham,
Commander of the 9th underwater fleet.

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Encrypted message to Macabee Command
From: Strategic Command, Amsterdam
To: Macabee High Command

We have watched your recent actions against Kahta with great interest and we hereby offer our naval and aerial support for your campaign against the racist menace of the Mississippian Federation and Kahta. As soon as you have cleared space of their Tungsten Rod satellites we will send in our navy.

Godspeed.

Signed, Captain Dafydd of the Eastern Captain fleet.

OOC: Apologies Momanguise but Kahta and I agreed to an invite only war...and mutual agreement on it is necessary for this RP to survive...so the post you made didn't count...however, if Kahta wishes to invite a third nation in I will keep you at the top of the list for my invites...

right now its Guffingford and Me vs. Kahta and VE

OOC: Mac, get on YIM.

OOC: Apologies Momanguise but Kahta and I agreed to an invite only war...and mutual agreement on it is necessary for this RP to survive...so the post you made didn't count...however, if Kahta wishes to invite a third nation in I will keep you at the top of the list for my invites...

right now its Guffingford and Me vs. Kahta and VE

ooc: Ah what...I made a damned long post and everything...do you know how long it takes me to type? Anyway, bleh. You hear me? B L E H. Besides, now it's only right wing nations taking down Kahta. And that's just disproportionate.

OOC: Mo, you can still take Fascist Confederacy, Generic Empire or Roach-Busters if they pop in as allies of Mississippi.

OOC: Mo, you can still take Fascist Confederacy, Generic Empire or Roach-Busters if they pop in as allies of Mississippi.

OCC: Lets hope atleast one of them do, I got some Surprises in store for them :D

TAG (if you want me to remove the tag then just ask)

EDIT: Just a note, Roach-Busters is in no position to help anyone right now.

OOC: Please delete OOC comments and move them to a new thread.

OOC: I made things go a bit faster because I'm bored out of my mind right now.
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Maps
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[Operation MERCURY]
Children of the Golden Throne I feel your sorrow as you sail towards the unknown coast of a foreign nation, and there are little words which I can iterate to you to warm your conscious. However, of important is the fact to remember that God will always be by your side against the heretics which Satan wrought and God would never allow any of his children to die without purpose. To those who hit the beaches of the devil first I wish you all the luck I spare and I wish you to know that you have the hearts of the entire Macabee population behind you, as well as the guns of the entire Macabee navy and armed forces. There will be no time when your Emperor decides to abandon you, ever, and so if you find yourself on a beach without support, if you present yourself against an enemy twice to tenfold as large as you, always remember, children of God, that you have the three most powerful entities behind you – God, your Emperor and the armed forces! Hail to the Second Empire! Hail to the Emperor! Cheer soldiers of the Second Empire, forces of the Golden Throne, who’s golden cross details all your helmets. Raise your arms and cry out for your fatherland! If you find yourself in a predicament never surrender, never give up hope, because remember those three entities which will always follow you to the end – God, your Emperor and the armed forces. Heh, yes, I was never the one to give a speech, and it was a miracle that I made it through to become the greatest war leader in Macabee history. It now strikes me that all my success is due to you, my children. So, I bow my head to you..

The infantry standing inside the hover craft heading towards the looming shore listened solemnly and when he finished not one man hesitated to lift his right arm and stretch it as far as it could go in the classic stiff right arm salute which had become so popular since the recent Macabee take over of the old Empire. They briskly followed up with a never before heard, ”Emperor, those who are about to die salute you!” Jonach would never be able to hear, but had he heard tears would have filled his eyes. The hover craft, painted grey in classic naval fashion, headed towards the coasts of Maine, occupied by the forces of Kahta, and now reinforced by more from Veto Early. The air rushing in from underneath the hover craft forced the surrounding water to ripple across slightly, which was beautiful. How ironic that such splendor could be the outcome of such a belligerent move. The entire front of ships moving was incalculable and magnificent, with hundreds of the same ships moving abreast and in rows and columns towards the targeted beach front, Macabee flags were waving high, while heads kept low, and Metal Storm cannons were poised upwards to deal with any incoming threats. Inside the hover craft men struggled to keep their head down to avoid salty water splashing into their eyes and battle suits, while some had to get back up and vomit over the side just from mere sea sickness. Horns blasted every which way to keep the boats disciplined and avoid collisions, which could be disastrous.

However, before they landed the Navy would make sure to beat the living day light out of anything they could. The enemy’s technological prowess was well known, and although all military analyst thought that the campaign would be a piece of cake Grand Admiral Durgstaden von Laifsraggen wanted to make sure his troops would have the easiest time possible executing the operation and securing that beachhead which he so needed if he was to put over a million troops on the ground. As a consequence, the massive VLS tubes which littered the modern Macabee ships opened up, spiral doors sliding into the ship, as if by magic. Immediately afterwards one by one the MAAM Variant B missiles left their respective VLS tube and the mechanism turned to reveal another set launching these right after while the now empty VLS tube reloaded. One this procedure was finished, in about ten seconds, it turned again and repeated, and in time allowing the combined Macabee task force to release a total of fifty thousand MAAM Variant B missiles, all heading towards pre-determined targets. The MAAM Variant Bs were a piece of work, each having a 800kg OctaNitroCubane warhead, the strongest explosive known to man. Indeed, OctaNitroCubane was 25% stronger than the most used explosive, Octagen, and widely used by the Macabee military. The MAAM Variant B missiles were programmed to target, mostly, inland installations, including RADAR stations, military airfields, tank parks, massive ground army installations and other areas of high importance. However, the MAAM Armageddon wasn’t the end of the massive pre-battle missile barrage, as the destroyers soon stopped their VLS spray, closed the tubes and depreciated the ASROCs, bearing them at an angle towards the surface of the water. Out of these ASROC batteries fell a total of some four thousand canisters – the same type of technology which fired the Harpoon - which plopped onto the surface and then split apart releasing the deadly surface to surface missiles which would destroy most of the coastline installations at least thirty kilometers deep. The missile which fired from the canister were smaller variants of the MLAM-2 which was an air to surface missile, and each had a 150kg OctaNitroCubane warhead. These would, again, hit coastal fortifications, and any military installations or defensive positions thirty kilometers deep. However, unlike the MAAM Variation B missiles which would hit everything of importance without restriction of range, the MLAM-2 variations would merely hit the beachfront spreading from Rockland to the bay area south of it, not must of a distance. The missile barrage had been, by far, the largest in Macabee history, however, Grand Admiral Durgstaden von Laifsraggen was sure that they would soon enlarge, without doubt.

Even after all of this was concluded the gigantic task force sitting off Maine persisted in giving hell to the defenses before the hover craft made it ashore. Indeed, the magnetic fields around the large guns used by Macabee naval shipping began to take form and soon enough the rail guns were lobbing anywhere from 5” to 18” naval rounds onto defensive positions on the beaches and behind these, designed to obliterate defenses. After a ten minute bombardment on pre-assigned defenses the naval guns cut short as the men were about to hit the sand. However, even for such a short while, the bombardment was frightening, and the magnetic fields coupled with the sheer force of the electrically fired rounds caused the waters around the ships to rise in ten foot waves, spanning in all directions.

Inside his flag ships Grand Admiral Durgstaden von Laifsraggen sat on that same oak seat, built by the same poor hands, with the same grim look, and put his head on the desk with his hands intertwined and muttered, ”Dear God, it has begun. Protect my soldiers, and let them live for years to come. May we break through the Fabian defenses and destroy what should have been shattered years ago.” He rose again at the sound of a knock at his door and then the entering of his executive officer who had some pleasing news for the admiral, ”Sir, it appears as if another nine hundred thousand men have arrived to take sanction within the protection of our fleet. May we carry the landings out to victory now!”. Indeed, victory would come, for if it didn’t then it would mean the destruction of both good and evil.

All the while the men on the hover crafts saw the missiles pass over head at velocities ranging from Mach 2.1 to Mach 5, from altitude just one hundred feet over to over twenty thousand feet high. Then they saw the shells whiz towards the beaches and then bulbs of fire enshrouding the location the laser guided shells hit, bringing up moral substantially. Minutes later moral would be all the would had as the doors to the hover craft opened as the ship hit the shallowest part of the beaches. It was H-hour…

OOC: I'm hitting between Rockland to the bay area south of it.

OOC: I'm time strapped and can't join, but I bid you good luck

The military units had already been deployed almost a week before as soon as military intelligence had heard about a possible invasion. The beaches appeared to be empty, but that was only because landmines had been planted in preparation, waiting just behind the beach, behind the cover of a small hill, were the lead elements of the 7th Armored division. The KT-3's here (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=361919&highlight=kt-3) were wating, the commanders prepring for battle. Also with the KT-3's were infantry units, preparing their M-249's. The cold New England fall morning would be a cold and crisp morning for invasion...

OOC: I'm not on MY computer, I'm at my dad's house and I don't have the good info with me.. Thats on my computer.

-This will be either deleted or replaced with an IC post -

Read the OOC thread.

OOC: My attack will focus on Bar Harbor and surrounding areas. I believe Kahta also has some land on the Eropid continent.

IC:
"Captain Dafydd, the Admirality wants to have a word with you. The Macabees have started the first naval assault on Kahtan grounds. We have strict orders to bombard all military facilities near the coast, docks, shipyards, etcetera. We have plenty of cruisers, destroyers and submarines on the way to the Kahtan coast."
"Good, good. Any news from the Celldar newsfeed?"
"Yes, The Macabees have successfully destroyed the Kahtan offensive satellite system carrying Tungsten Rods."
"Lester, communication please."
"Yes Captain Dafydd?"
"Signal the Aasimar battlecruisers, the cruisers and destroyers on the way to said coordinates to immediatey commence the ship-to-surface missile strike upon their coastal defense networks. Use the Macabee supplied Princip III missiles. When we have blown holes in their installations, start the firing of graphite shells.
"Of course sir."

From Guffingford the mighty navy sailed towards the Kahtan shores, ready to support The Macabees in their relentless struggle against the evil. This war would be the climax in a long cold war and finally all the anger of nations against the Mississippi Federation and Kahta have boiled over. Communists, Nazi's, capitalist and socialist, jew and christian now fight shoulder to shoulder against the raving madmen of the nations not worth of life. The fortress of Czar Fabus, rocksolid on the island of Fabus would be burned to the ground. The Czar of Fascist Confederacy, dead in a gutter. The puppet ruler of Kahta spat on in a bamboo cage tormented by loss of honour and their countries divided and shared by the victors.

'The bell tolls for thee'

Quickly, as the news came in of an invasion on the Maine coast, aircraft were dispatched to the area, even though runways had been hit in Maine, they were still active farther inland, and on nearby highways, and when suited, grass fields and parking lots. The sun was now up, it was no longer a gray dawn, but a dawn of morning sunshine, the day would be a pivotal day in The War of Patriotism...

OOC: I'm not sure how much we should proceed with me having my statistucs and everything with me...

[Beaches of Southern Maine]
The men rushed out of the hover craft which had hit the bar with a thud only to find the beaches strangely empty, and thus they immediately began to duck down fearing for an ambush. Radio men frantically transferred the news back to the task force which tried to piece things together. On the beach nobody wanted to leave the hovercrafts and wild yells flared back and forth between non-officers and NCOs and officers, each unwilling to march foward, yet pushing the other to do the ugly job. The man in command of the 1st Infantrie Divisionen, Generalmajor Herbert Raus, great grandson of the fabled Edhard Raus, was able to get his infantry division pieced back together in the chaotic setting and was also able to rein in the 2nd Infanterie Divisionen, under Generalmajor Gunter von Triester, and the 1st Panzer Divisionen, under Generalmajor Wilhelm von Bocht. The infantry of both divisions, numbering about forty thousand men, finally unleashed hell on the areas past the beach where any Kahtan ambush would start from, and indeed that's where the Kahtan 7th Armored Division had placed itself. Semi-disposal rocket artillery tubes unleashed a total of about one thousand small 150mm rockets designed to penetrate armor from above and if not destroy infantry concentrations with their HE warheads. While the infantry was hammering the other side of the hill the armor swept foward, the behemoth Panzerkampfwaggen X Ausf. B Muwatallis tanks barely able to drive on the soft sands of Maine. The lead tanks had been fitted with what old British engineers during the Second World War had called the Scorpion. The scorpions were merely additions to the front which used mechanical hydraulics to flail wildly and thus setting up mines either prematurely or under the chassis of the tank where the mines failed to hurt anybody, product of the extremely expensive armor - however, the value of using money for protection was proved once again. The two infantry divisions, then followed by the other three, wisely kept behind the armored division, while the other eleven armored divisions swept on the flanks, slowly traversing the not so solid beach as to not get stuck, and soon gaining access to the exits.

The beach, measuring kilometers in length, had been successfully taken and accessed, with nothing more than a fight. However, it became apparent that behind the hills beyond the beach area the fight would get much, much, more difficult, although military analyst were still skeptical on just how well this enemy would fight. For those looking for a challenge they were still waiting for the armies of Communist Mississipi to arrive, and once those arrived the fun would begin. But no matter who came the foundations of the Mississipian alliance would not just shake, but shatter, to the force of the Macabee Empire.

The navy had been frantically trying to re-stockpile its missiles after the massive, yet frustrating, missile launch, which saw the usage of over thirty thousand cruise missiles and thousands of other missiles. It had taken a while and stockpiles were still not up to par with pre-bellum stockpiles but the navy was getting there and strategical missiling to take place. The first of these would be targeted against the Kahtan 7th Armored Division which was soon to be outflanked anyways and so the VLS tubes of the destroyers again opened up and out of their depths were released another twenty MAAM Ausf. B cruise missiles, reaching high in the sky and then dropping back down, soon to impact the Kahtan 7th Armored Division with their 800kg OctaNitroCubane warhead. The streaks of blue, white, red and the occassional orange had already began to paint the skies. The bands of war were already playing. It was only a matter of time before the war was carried to Fabus' homeland, VetoEarly.

In the rear some of the reinforcements had just arrived, including one million infantry divided into five armies and ten infanteriekorps, and over twenty thousand tanks. Once the beachhead was expanded these would make their peaceful landings in order to exploit the newfound gaps in the Kahtan lines, then the Macabee and Guffingford armies would destroy the Kahtan and allied armies in Maine and finally drive south until all of Kahta was placed under the boot of the conquerors. The general concept was that if the beachhead was established and enlargened, as it was doing at this minute, then Kahta was doomed - but then, The Macabees and Guffingford were to think ahead on what they would do to crack the fortress of Fabus Island...

OOC:
Some info on my tanks here (http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/index.php/Panzerkampfwaggen_X_Muwatallis).
Info on my combat suit here (http://s6.invisionfree.com/techdatabase/index.php?showtopic=9).

It was the daily defence meeting, with The president, and all his military staff. Sitting at a large table, at the head was Dimitri Milosvaji, president of Artitsa.
Vasily Shura, Minister of Defence, sat to his left. He passed the president a thin brown folder. Dimitri huffed, and began reading its contents, yawning periodically.

"OK, so what? No one likes Kahta anyways."
"Well Mr President, we should at least investigate these charges of Genocide?"
"For what purpose? To condemn them? Need I remind you, that Charges of Genocide fall under the Geneva Convention... a convention we do not follow."
Vasily kicked himself for the stupid mistake, It was pretty insulting for Dimitri, for him to bring up genocide.

General Nathanael Ballejos, Head of SARTF now added his own point of view;
"Sir, Kahta is a racist bastard nation. Are we not fighting Roach-Busters for the same reasons? These two are inline, and we believe that Kahta is sending arms to Roach-Busters!"
Dimitri stroked his chin. What a weird reference, and it certainly held no water.

"OK, such a horrible premise calls for covert operations, obviously."
"Aye Sir!" Ballejos was quick to respond... seems he had this planned the entire time?

Dimitri had a plan too; "Mr. Gobachov. As head of OASIS, I want you to lead a team on one of our new OTH-B ships, you know, keep an eye on Kahta. Now, Admiral Grigori, I want you to send a few ships, a few subs, for escort. Make sure you include at least one SSGN, and a transport for a team of SARTF."
Dimitri looked at Ballejos, there you got your wish Nathanael.
"Good? You are all dismissed, time for coffee."

OOC: Kahta wanted this invite only - eh because it's Kahta - but I don't think VetoEarly/Communist Mississipi/Decisive Action will ignore you if you attack him.

OOC: Nope, VE wont accept my attack on Africa cause he said its invite only.

Being given emergency command of the 1st Parachute Army, Field Marshal Philippe Bon was in his command car driving into Pennsylvania, the entire 1st Parachute Army was also moving east, from Ohio into Pennsylvania.

The 1st Parachute Army was composed of 6 Parachute Divisions and 4 Rapid Response Airmobile Divisions, for a total of over 240,000 soldiers. It was hoped that the soldiers would be able to help form a central reserve for the main Kahtan army group along the Coastal defenses. The plan was to have hem ready to rapidly counter-attack any enemy advance once the main advance was identified. Or if necessary, to serve as a mobile reserve for a strategic defensive consisting of tactical offensives.

The 3rd RG Mechanized Corps, consisting of 3rd RG Mechanized Division “Lepanto” and the 27th RG Armored Division “Otto Von Bismarck”, was rumbling forward into Kahta, the treads of the T-98 tanks were slowly grinding forward. The roads would most likely have been damaged were it not for the fact they were specifically built with the T-98 and T-98W in mind.

Now the tanks and BMP-3s of the Mechanized Corps were rapidly rolling forward into Kahta, Roger’s effort to help his brother-in-law. He had pledged to send assistance and so he was, some of the best formations in the Mississippian Federal Armed Forces.



Meanwhile in Mississippi, the 2nd SRG and 10th SRG divisions continue to man the defenses of the Stalingrad Estate, ready to defend their Czar and Czarina against any and all threats.

In Jackson City, the massive gates located throughout the Fabus Wall, had been sealed shut so as to help prevent commando infiltration into the city. The Army Group tasked with manning the wall was on full red alert, the proud soldiers manning the parapets of their wall, ready to push back any enemy assault, the most anticipated being an aerial infantry attack.

Army Group Coastline also stood ready, their 500,000 soldiers fully mobilized and watching their designated beaches in the event of attempts by hostiles to land naval commandos or worse, all-out amphibious assaults. But Army Group Coastline knew that if the enemies were to attempt an invasion, they’d first have to invade the rock of Fabus Island, no easy feat.





Roger was in the secret bunker beneath Stalingrad, in the military conference room with Alice, they were going over maps.

Alice didn’t seem at all worried, although Roger was a bit anxious and on edge as he poured over the maps, selecting which beaches he expected to be invaded first and where the main enemy thrusts were likely to come.

Roger sighed as he made a few circles on the map, tapping his fist down on them, mostly western Fabus Island and then near Gulfport in southern Mississippi, if the enemy gained a foothold in Fabus Island or God forbid, took the whole island. But unless they pacified the entire island, whatever they tried against southern Mississippi would surely fail. Indeed even if they took Fabus Island, any landings in southern Mississippi would be quite a feat to attempt.

Alice walked over to Roger and put her hands on his shoulders, saying, “Don’t worry dear, we’ll repel them, you know that…”

Roger nodded his head, replying, “Yeah, I know that, but what about Kahta? Can they repel them?”

Alice wasn’t so sure on that topic, but she had to point out, “You do remember, we’re sending forces into Kahta, they’ll help, surely they will, right?”

Roger lightly nodded his head as he continued looking over the map, replying, “Yes, good point… Anyway, here, look over this map with me, what do you think?”

Alice shook her head as she replied in a purposely clueless voice, “Oh don’t ask me, Roger, you know I don’t know anything of military matters…”

Roger frowned, “Ah come on, surely you must have some opinion.” He said.

Alice glanced over the map for a few seconds and then pointed to one spot in particular, Biloxi, as she said, “There, that’s to the west and east actually, that’s what I’d be worried about… Aerial assaults combined with naval commandos as a prelude to a general amphibious assault.”

Roger nodded his head and made a few marks on the map where she had pointed.

"Cap, The Macabees have breached the beach of Kahta."
"Why, this is excellent news. To celebrate this very good news I want you to fire fire seventy thermite missiles at the city of Bar Harbor, let it burn for three days straight."
"Aye Captain Dafydd."

From the Aasimar battlecruiser seventy missiles were launched at the little city of Bar Harbor while Dardo class cruisers scouted around to spot any hostile presence.

"Nothing to see Mr Ynsson, I think it is safe to say we can go on shore."
"Before we do, I want a full bombardment by Princip III napalm charges. on the whole shoreline. Use the infrared watchers if you can see any human activity or detect bunker systems."
"Aye Mr Ynsson."

From the carriers and Aasimar battlecruisers AT and AP Spectre Gunship helicopters took of scanning and scouting around to see if there was any hostile activity around - nothing was seen. The infrared scans also turned up to be nothing. LIDAR and CELLDAR alike, not a single aircraft or troop movement was seen on the red screens. Overlord Ynsson (recently promoted to Overlord who is allowed to wave his own personal ensign on his commandship) called Captain Dafydd on the Aasimar "Guns 'n Roses" with orders to be carried out directly.

"Captain Dafydd..."
"Yes Mr Ynsson?"
"I want you to bomb ten of the Kahta's most densely populated cities in Maine with with fourty MIRV variant Princip III missiles. You got that?"
"Aye sir, of course."

From the Aasimar and Firestorm's missiles were launched at the Kahtan cities and to set the beach on fire.

MISSILES FIRED: 35 napalm Princip III's at shoreline; 40 MIRV Princip III's at ten of the most densely populated cities of Maine.

The Chesapeake Bay:

MassPwnage Forces: 4 SeaDragon class Ubercarriers with 60 stealth bombers and 400 fighters each.

2 DT-114 Drone Tank Guard Divisions totaling 800 tanks.

5 Armored Divsions

10 Mechanized Infantry Divsions

30 Missile cruisers

2 Zheng He class Uberbattleships

In Baltimore Harbor:

"BOYS AND GIRLS IT'S FUCKING SHOWTIME! MOVE!"

On that order, the pilots in the Ubercarriers took off as fast as they could from the runways of the huge ships.

A total of 240 SB-5 Stealth bombers, 1000 ASF-06 Coral Dragon fighters and 400 ASF-05 Electronic Warfare drone fighter planes took off towards Philidelphia.

Everything was good....

When the airgroup arrived, they would pelt Philidelphia with vaporous thermite fuel air-bombs, bunker busters for getting into bomb shelters, and lastly EMP bombs for crippling Philidelphia's air defense systems.

Meanwhile, MassPwnage's land forces moved via I-83 into Pennsylvannia towards Harrisburg.

The Chesapeake Bay:


Woah... When this made an open RP?

OOC: I'll respond to everything tommorow night when I have my stats with me.

[Beaches of Southern Maine]
The men rushed out of the hover craft which had hit the bar with a thud only to find the beaches strangely empty, and thus they immediately began to duck down fearing for an ambush. Radio men frantically transferred the news back to the task force which tried to piece things together. On the beach nobody wanted to leave the hovercrafts and wild yells flared back and forth between non-officers and NCOs and officers, each unwilling to march foward, yet pushing the other to do the ugly job. The man in command of the 1st Infantrie Divisionen, Generalmajor Herbert Raus, great grandson of the fabled Edhard Raus, was able to get his infantry division pieced back together in the chaotic setting and was also able to rein in the 2nd Infanterie Divisionen, under Generalmajor Gunter von Triester, and the 1st Panzer Divisionen, under Generalmajor Wilhelm von Bocht. The infantry of both divisions, numbering about forty thousand men, finally unleashed hell on the areas past the beach where any Kahtan ambush would start from, and indeed that's where the Kahtan 7th Armored Division had placed itself. Semi-disposal rocket artillery tubes unleashed a total of about one thousand small 150mm rockets designed to penetrate armor from above and if not destroy infantry concentrations with their HE warheads. While the infantry was hammering the other side of the hill the armor swept foward, the behemoth Panzerkampfwaggen X Ausf. B Muwatallis tanks barely able to drive on the soft sands of Maine. The lead tanks had been fitted with what old British engineers during the Second World War had called the Scorpion. The scorpions were merely additions to the front which used mechanical hydraulics to flail wildly and thus setting up mines either prematurely or under the chassis of the tank where the mines failed to hurt anybody, product of the extremely expensive armor - however, the value of using money for protection was proved once again. The two infantry divisions, then followed by the other three, wisely kept behind the armored division, while the other eleven armored divisions swept on the flanks, slowly traversing the not so solid beach as to not get stuck, and soon gaining access to the exits.

The beach, measuring kilometers in length, had been successfully taken and accessed, with nothing more than a fight. However, it became apparent that behind the hills beyond the beach area the fight would get much, much, more difficult, although military analyst were still skeptical on just how well this enemy would fight. For those looking for a challenge they were still waiting for the armies of Communist Mississipi to arrive, and once those arrived the fun would begin. But no matter who came the foundations of the Mississipian alliance would not just shake, but shatter, to the force of the Macabee Empire.

The navy had been frantically trying to re-stockpile its missiles after the massive, yet frustrating, missile launch, which saw the usage of over thirty thousand cruise missiles and thousands of other missiles. It had taken a while and stockpiles were still not up to par with pre-bellum stockpiles but the navy was getting there and strategical missiling to take place. The first of these would be targeted against the Kahtan 7th Armored Division which was soon to be outflanked anyways and so the VLS tubes of the destroyers again opened up and out of their depths were released another twenty MAAM Ausf. B cruise missiles, reaching high in the sky and then dropping back down, soon to impact the Kahtan 7th Armored Division with their 800kg OctaNitroCubane warhead. The streaks of blue, white, red and the occassional orange had already began to paint the skies. The bands of war were already playing. It was only a matter of time before the war was carried to Fabus' homeland, VetoEarly.

In the rear some of the reinforcements had just arrived, including one million infantry divided into five armies and ten infanteriekorps, and over twenty thousand tanks. Once the beachhead was expanded these would make their peaceful landings in order to exploit the newfound gaps in the Kahtan lines, then the Macabee and Guffingford armies would destroy the Kahtan and allied armies in Maine and finally drive south until all of Kahta was placed under the boot of the conquerors. The general concept was that if the beachhead was established and enlargened, as it was doing at this minute, then Kahta was doomed - but then, The Macabees and Guffingford were to think ahead on what they would do to crack the fortress of Fabus Island...




OOC: You might want to edit your attack, since I wasn't moving that hard into the future

As soon as the first infantry units got on the beach, a line of 150 tanks emerged over the bluff on the beach, and opened fire, first targeting the landing craft, and then opening fire on the unprotected infantry.

OOC2: I like to move these battles slowly.

MISSILES FIRED: 35 napalm Princip III's at shoreline; 40 MIRV Princip III's at ten of the most densely populated cities of Maine.


The ABM system saw the incoming warheads, and from the ground, and from the ground from various stations, 100 interceptor missiles were launched.

The silo's across Kahta prepared to return fire...

OOC: All my technology is 2005 and some extremes 2010..however, all of it feasible...I talk very frequently with my AP Physics Teacher..who worked on the TASM and TASM-D projects.

EDIT: OctaNitroCubane actually does exist..it was synthesized a couple years ago.

OOC: All my technology is 2005 and some extremes 2010..however, all of it feasible...I talk very frequently with my AP Physics Teacher..who worked on the TASM and TASM-D projects.

EDIT: OctaNitroCubane actually does exist..it was synthesized a couple years ago.

Those combat suits?

I need to ask you a few questions then, before I edit my reply.

OOC: The combat suits are less as advance, or equally as advanced, as those used by VetoEarly and perhaps yourself.

OOC: The combat suits are less as advance, or equally as advanced, as those used by VetoEarly and perhaps yourself.

I don't use combat suits, just regular stuff.

OOC: I can drop the combat suits..in that order pretend I never talked about them, but instead assume I'm wearing gas masks..however, if vetoearly wears his combat suits I return to combat suit mode.

OOC: I edited my reply to your post.

As soon as the first infantry units got on the beach, a line of 150 tanks emerged over the bluff on the beach, and opened fire, first targeting the landing craft, and then opening fire on the unprotected infantry.


As the men were emerging from their landing craft, onto the hard beaches of southern Maine, the rumble of enemy armor shot through the air, stabbing at the ears of the men below. The Kahtans were attempting to throw the invasion back into the sea, however, they would find that their counter-attack was too early and done too piecemeal, meaning that their counter-attack would be trashed with heavy casualties and the Macabees would only have an easier time taking the beaches, establish an exit, and preparing for the inevitable drive into Kahta. After Kahta was crushed the country would find itself in temporary occupation until a Constitution was drafted, a Catalan put in the head of the government as Emperor, and the Macabees were well inside the heart of the Fabians – Fabus Island and VoteEarly. So, it wasn’t much of a surprise, and it wasn’t much of a tragedy, when the Kahtan tanks showed over the bluff on top of the beach, depreciating their cannons on the landing troops, muzzles menacingly pointing at Macabee troops. The first rounds caught the Macabee soldiers with their pants down, killing around sixty men right off the bat, a very ugly casualty number for forces expecting to take the minimum of deaths and wounded.

However, the Kahtans had underestimated Macabee potential, and they would soon, realistically, find their tanks completely destroyed in the torrent of Macabee technology and martial prowess. Some infantry teams armed with the Macabee panzershreck kneeled on the sand, pointing their huge anti-tank gun towards the enemy tanks, and letting loose with the double Variation F round. The Variation F round was styled after the normal SABOT round used by the United States as their main kinetically driven anti-tank round, but instead the encasement made smaller, and the steel spike swapped for a tungsten spike, with appropriate insulation. So, the each panzershreck divulged not one, but two, SABOT encasements with each barrage. The SABOT encasements would peel away during their intense drive towards the enemy tanks, just like the real SABOT, and in its stead would only be a long tungsten rod, traveling faster than a normal round, right into the heart of the enemy tank. Kahtan armor could not possible take the Variation F, and no tank could take two, thus consequently the Kahtan tanks were doomed, as the hundreds of Macabee soldiers armed with these weapons opened intense fire on the Kahtan tanks, dispersing through the incredibly wide beach, forcing the Kahtan tanks to turn the guns after each shot, making them perfect prey.

On the beaches there were two or three steel and wood landing craft burning, with coxswain frantically trying to save their boats, ready to get the next load of men, possibly putting another twenty thousand infantry, and even at least fifty Panzerwerfers, which would truly open gaps in the Kahtan lines. The Kahtans had still failed to see the best of Macabee technology (OOC: All 2005 and some minutely beyond) and once the Macabees had the full array of ordnance laid out the drive through Kahta would be a parade. The Kahtans were lucky that the Macabee administration was more benevolent than that of their allies. Had the Kahtans been invested by another country they would have most likely lost their independence for sure, but Emperor Jonach I did not like to see nations fall, and he would make sure there would be a Kahta after the war.

However, the important part at the moment was not what was going to happen after; first, the Macabee troops would have to get off the beach, destroy the Kahtan army in Maine and drive south. The Macabee tanks in the center began to pile out, supporting the infantry driving up the beach. If a Kahtan tank showed itself the RADAR on the Panzerkampfwaggen X Muwatallis Ausf. B Macabee tanks would find it, the gargantuan 155mm gun would turn faster than thought, and a SABOT Ausf. B would find itself dug right into the compartment of a Kahtan tank, taking it out as soon as it showed itself. The SABOT Ausf. B rounds were just like the Variation F rounds only much larger and much faster, making them the deadliest rounds the Macabees had yet seen.

On the flanks the Macabee tanks, about two hundred on each wing, continued moving up, and began to reach the top of the bluff, not knowing of what lay hidden beyond, ready to respond. Soon enough they would drive in an arch, hook up in the middle behind Kahtan front lines, and bag themselves a full Kahtan armored division, perhaps more. First, though, they would have to break through whatever the Kahtans had protecting their flanks on top of the bluff.

To deal with the Kahtan tanks, which obviously the torrent of missiles and shells hadn’t done, the Macabee task force again turned their massive guns, up to eighteen inchers, and began to fire the powerful high explosive rounds into the Kahtan armored defenses and other defenses. The shells whizzed overhead, shrieking into a poor Kahtan defender who had just followed orders. Soon enough the entire bluff would be formed of red and orange bulbs, sons of the rings of fire created by the Macabee off-shore naval shells. It was truly a gruesome sight, but it had to be done.

The Mississippian forces inside Kahta were ordered to carryout two major actions. The light infantry (Parachute and helicopter soldiers) under the command of Field Marshal Philippe Bon, were ordered to perform a holding action north and south of the Kahtan capital. The northern effort would be allocated 2 parachute and 1 airmobile division, while the southern effort was given 2 parachute and 1 airmobile division. The remaining 2 parachute and 2 airmobile divisions were held in the general reserve, as a rapid reaction force to counter any unforeseen threats that might emerge.




The 3rd RG Mechanized Division and the 27 RG Armored Division were both ordered to immediately attack the enemy invasion beaches and drive them back into the sea. There were 600 T-98 tanks between the two divisions, and 400 of the tanks were tasked to participate in the attack, which was to include nearly 3,000 BMP-3s as well as 200 G-6 SPA and 100 SA-19 SAMs to provide cover for the swiftly advancing forces.

There were over 25,000 Republican Guard Panzer Grenadiers assembled for the assault, riding in their BMP-3s or on the backs of the T-98s or in other vehicles. It was going to be a grand assault, whatever the outcome was; it was going to be a great fight.

The assault was going to be preceded by a massive barrage from the 155mm SPA and the various SP mortars and other artillery that the Mississippian task force had at their disposal. Also the several hundred MiG-41s and other aircraft tasked with helping Kahta would provide close-air-support and carryout interdiction missions against the invaders.

It was going to be hell, for both sides.


Ooc- My soldiers don't have "Combat suits" they have NBC gear and Crusader Body Armor (The body armor is covered in the military post of my fact book, it is quite real, it is based on something called Spectra, it is not a future tech by any stretch of the imagination)

Black is the beauty of the brightest day.
Chr. Marlowe, the Muses Darling.

The early morning sun shone down on the endless expanse of iron grey water. From horizon to horizon it stretched, and unknown to the bustling of humanity it remained silent and watchful from dawn to dusk. On this fateful day however, the sea was heavy with intrusion, a fleet stolen from some peaceful port, and as black as a murderers heart. This cancer, this foul pestilence moved with an unholy sincerity as battle and thus death moved closer by the hour. Hundreds, nay a thousand ships, all destined to belch their contents on the shores of Kahta. Fate, time and death all moved together as inexorably as the rising sun or the fall of the moon, and the reckoning too came into a much sharper focus.

Admiral Fenet stood as forlorn as any sailor, the vast view from the bridge of the TPS Victory filling him with a sense of foreboding and dread. Two hundred leagues to Kahta. It had been many ages since a single face could launch a thousand ships, but now, now it was ideas that sent men to their graves. Land loomed ahead, and a single bell rang throughout the ship, signalling the first sighting of hostile territory. The second time it tolled would indicate striking range. Upon the third battle itself would be joined, and in that hurly-burly would the future be lost or won. Fenet took one last look at the assembled fleet, and words found form upon his lips. “The bell will toll thrice”, he murmured, “and then your hour hath come.” He smiled, death trivialised but not forgotten, as he retreated into the bowls of the ship to brief his captains.

Kahta loomed out the fog, growing closer by the minute.

Field Marshal Bon was in his staff car now, on a commanding mountain overlooking the main invasion effort of the Macabee forces. He was at least five miles from the beach itself, a safe enough distance away. He let his binoculars dangle down by his chest as the strap around the neck held them somewhat in place. He shook his head lightly before pointing with his baton, saying, "I want artillery fire and air attacks on those beaches, immediately..."

Pointing once again as he spoke, "There, there, and there... Yes, and I want it now. We don't have time to delay or mess around, we need to throw them back into the sea and fast. Do you hear me, get the 4th Parachute Division and the 16th Airmobile division and tell them to immediately engage the Macabee forces directly in front of them that are landing on the beaches. Not just engage, assault them... I want the assault to be well underway by the time the RG corps arrives, which will be in about six hours. Yes, less than six hours before we have several hundred T-98s on the beaches crushing this invasion..."

The colonel he was talking to nodded his head and obediently replied, "Yes field marshal!" before he saluted and spun around, walking off to go make the necessary arrangements for the artillery and the other attacks to be carried out against the beaches.



Ten minutes later, at a Mississippian base, just constructed several days ago, by the 4th Parachute division, a brigade of infantry and a regiment of artillery were readying to prepare for the attack tasked to them. The sky seemed clear today, which meant that they'd have no trouble with their artillery observers seeing for miles. They were readying their artillery to fire in support of the Kahtan defenders.

At about twenty minutes after the order went up, the 24 155mm Howitzers present began unleashing a bombardment of cluster munitions and other anti-personnel munitions against the designated invasion beaches. The crew were firing as fast as they safely could, attempting to blanket the beaches and make moving on them a death sentence.

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OOC: Where is Kahta's capital?
IC:

Ah finally breathed those generals who had been waiting for a real fight. VoteEarly had come and it was time to tear through their formations. They had made similar mistakes than Kahta, that is attack piecemeal, at least in the Macabee's opinion, although not as weak as the Kahtan counter attack. Sattelites had caught the movement of their armor and infantry and aerial assets, however, there was nothing the Macabee military had at hand to strike deep. That would soon change, but not fast enough to see the beginnings of the battles for the beaches. Momanguise had not opened up on their own assault yet, that would be crucial for any success at any time, but for now the Macabees would have to fight this one on their own. Most Macabee military analyst though it would be a crushing and spirited victory, but Macabee generals had a past of self-glorification.

Once the MRT-1 and MRT-4, coupled with the MST-1 SODAR technology, on the task force, with the massive RADAR arrays, caught the incoming fighters the fleet opted to blow them out of the sky without further adeiu, opening the skies for Macabee aircraft - skies previously closed. Air cover, although not exactly a mandate for success, would come in handy to soften up both VoteEarly's and Kahta's defenses - but again, the invasion force could really do without it. Nonetheless, the various Praetorian V batteries on the ships appreciated towards the sky, the hydraulics below the armored deck pumping juice to them. Once the enemy aircraft were within range, that is five hundred kilometers, but rather some one hundred kilometers within the beach area (so considerably less than their maximum range) the Praetorian V batteries howled loose, firing a total of two hundred Praetorian Vs at their nemesis. The surface to air missiles rocketed out of their sockets on their namesake batteries, pouring red and orange fire behind them, and soon hitting a height of two thousand feet where their conventional rocket fuel boosters ran out and stopped and the SCRAMjet propulsion took over, rapidly accelerating the missile as the missile hit new heights. If they were targetting aircraft at that height they would be going at around Mach 3, while if they were going higher, as they would because VoteEarly's aircraft, with their super construction, would self destruct that low at the velocity they were going, the missile would hit Mach 5, and over sixty thousand feet Mach 6 and above eighty thousand feet Mach 7. Any higher the missile would reach up to Mach 10 with ease. The Praetorian V had a computer which guided them by the task force's MRT-1 and MRT-4 RADARs, as well as the MSD-1 SODAR, and above that on the missiles were small LIDAR receptors which gave the missile even more accuracy, making the Praetorian Vs among the most dangerous surface to air missiles developed yet (OOC: All within 2005 range... with my GDP that is..expensive research and developement). After the first barrage of Praetorian Vs another volley of the same number were fired to make sure every damn enemy aircraft in the sky, at whatever height, was destroyed or scattered.

To counter the artillery barrage the enemy had set up on the beach the fleet used counter-battery tactics, using the battleship's massive 18" guns to pour fire and lead onto those artillery guns. Every time a shell hit the beach computers were able to use simple trigonometry and simple college physics to calculate the exact position of those artillery guns, allowing the battleships to simply blow them sky high using laser guided 18" shells. They would plant them right on those VoteEarly guns, ensuring their demise. The waves under the battleship rose with each salvo, enhancing the chaotic scene. The monsters continued to spat out their grim reapers until the enemy artillery was totally destroyed.

Moreover, the carriers had decided to act. With the enemy aerial armada, at least that over the battlefield, totally, or realistically, wrecked they ordered that twenty-five MMA-A1 Kondors and twent MMA-A2 Hawks begin tactical strikes on that coming armor. The Kondors catapulted off first, sticking to a height of three hundred feet, while the Hawks flew up higher, at higher velocity, keeping a height of seventy thousand feet. They would blow out any enemy out of the sky with their MTAAM-2 Predator air to air missiles, the better image of an ALRAAM, with a range of 200 kilometers, and nothing less than the Praetorian Vs technology in guidance and accuracy. The Kondors, keeping low, and thus out of RADAR for the most time possible, swept in, making sure to skirt the beaches to avoid beach surface to air missiles, while the larger destroyers off shore then started blasting the hell out of any surface to air missile batteries that previous sattelite imagery had found. Then, from a range of two hundred kilometers, or less, depending on the range of that coming enemy armor, the Kondors let loose a torrent of exactly two hundred and fifty MLAM-2 air to surface missiles, each with a 200kg OctaNitroCubane warhead, towards to armored column. That column would soon know what pain meant. The conglomeration of missiles free fell for about ten feet until their solid rocket fuel boosters pushed them at Mach 2.1 towards the column, using GPS guidance to find their way right into a tank, or between two tanks, ensuring the destruction of much of what was around them. After launch the Kondors turned around and headed back home while the Hawks kept far away in the air, looking through the ship's MRT-1 and MRT-4 RADARs, as well as their own MRT-2 RADARs. Anything in the way, within two hundred kilometers, would be shot down - the Hawks were known for their heavy load of MTAAM-2 Predator missiles.

The pure amount of metal spat at the enemy was amazing. But was more glorious was the fact that this wasn't even a small fraction of the Macabee's strength. Soon enough the Second Empire would release its newest creation...

To counter the artillery barrage the enemy had set up on the beach the fleet used counter-battery tactics, using the battleship's massive 18" guns to pour fire and lead onto those artillery guns. Every time a shell hit the beach computers were able to use simple trigonometry and simple college physics to calculate the exact position of those artillery guns, allowing the battleships to simply blow them sky high using laser guided 18" shells. They would plant them right on those VoteEarly guns, ensuring their demise. The waves under the battleship rose with each salvo, enhancing the chaotic scene. The monsters continued to spat out their grim reapers until the enemy artillery was totally destroyed.



Ooc- If you're going to godmod and claim my artillery was just totally destroyed and not even bother taking damages from it, I don't really see the point to my RPing in this. Granted, it's quite possible you could destroy them all, and I'd accept it. But I won't accept the barrage did nothing to your forces. Refusing to take losses = godmodding.

Encrypted Message for the attention oft TM forces,
Sent by the good and graciouse hand oft Admiral Fenet,
Commander of the 5th, 6th and 18th Momanguise Navies,
Supreme Officer of the 1st Invasion forces.

To whom it may concern,

Sir

we come as friends to the sea and enemies to the ground STOP
Kahta will fall under our blows STOP
One thousand ships ready STOP
Strike will fall to the north of TM landing STOP
I pray for a speedy victory STOP
Good buy you and may He keep your soul STOP

Yours,

Admiral Fenet.


Above the wretched combat that was engulfing the beach a solitary jet flew, Muramaar markings clear on it's side. The pilot glanced down at the fire and the explosions, the falling soldiers and the stench death that seemed somehow to permeate the seclusion his cockpit. He shook himself, before wrestling with the controls to pull into a superb arch which carried him away from the hurly burly, and back to the still advancing fleet.

The fleet itself had been unopposed, the Tryandian submarines having done a fine job. Fenet made a mental note to congratulate said nation as soon as this whole bloody business was complete. The land was now visible to the naked eye, and here, fifty miles north of the Macabean landings, the hammer would strike the anvil. Formations were appearing within the turgid mass of ships, Carriers well protected beneath a canopy of SAM ships and other vessels designed to protect a cowardly attack upon the navy. Beneath the sea, submarines had formed themselves into a veritable wall of steel. It was a defence of fire, fire that would only be extinguished with the blood of a thousand attackers. The company musicians picked up a dramatic drum roll, as Fenet checked his pocket watch. 11.59. Time. He raised his arm, and the drum roll reached a climatic crescendo as the order fell away into a moment of pure contrapuntal orgasmic rhythm. Suddenly he felt truly epic, a mountain amongst men. The power that he held in his voice, in the fall of his arm, could determine the fates of thousands of men. He paused, he nose sniffing the air hot with anticipation, before in a momentous gesture the arm fell. Immediately the battle ships began a massive and indiscriminate bombardment of the area immediately behind the beach. Roads were smashed, bridges destroyed, and any poor soul that had the misfortune to have been dug in would at the least have lost an eardrum. Fenet smiled through the earmuffs, and when half an hour had passed he motioned and the bombing fell in intensity and grew in the depth that was targeting. As the troop transports fired their engines and the amphibious tanks prepared for deployment, Fenet gave a fleeting half smile. His tongue washed over the lips cracked with heat, as he uttered the lines that he thought might some day find their way into history. "The invasion has begun", he declared "And the way back is shut. Death or victory awaits us, and though we may fall in some field, it is not Kahta but forever Momanguise." A smattering of applause greeted this, as below in the ocean itself, the fleet broke ranks and the infantry steeled themselves for the fight that lay ahead. Somewhere in the bowls of the flagship, a bell tolled thrice. The hour had finally come.

Ooc- If you're going to godmod and claim my artillery was just totally destroyed and not even bother taking damages from it, I don't really see the point to my RPing in this. Granted, it's quite possible you could destroy them all, and I'd accept it. But I won't accept the barrage did nothing to your forces. Refusing to take losses = godmodding.
OOC: I never said I was to refuse to take losses - I will...that'll be in my next post when I know how many volleys you were able to launch before I put your artillery out of action...as for saying they're destroyed..I do that... but take that as my analysis (for my RP) on the situation - it might not always be a reality.

Above the wretched combat that was engulfing the beach a solitary jet flew, Muramaar markings clear on it's side. The pilot glanced down at the fire and the explosions, the falling soldiers and the stench death that seemed somehow to permeate the seclusion his cockpit. He shook himself, before wrestling with the controls to pull into a superb arch which carried him away from the hurly burly, and back to the still advancing fleet.

The fleet itself had been unopposed, the Tryandian submarines having done a fine job. Fenet made a mental note to congratulate said nation as soon as this whole bloody business was complete. The land was now visible to the naked eye, and here, fifty miles north of the Macabean landings, the hammer would strike the anvil. Formations were appearing within the turgid mass of ships, Carriers well protected beneath a canopy of SAM ships and other vessels designed to protect a cowardly attack upon the navy. Beneath the sea, submarines had formed themselves into a veritable wall of steel. It was a defence of fire, fire that would only be extinguished with the blood of a thousand attackers. The company musicians picked up a dramatic drum roll, as Fenet checked his pocket watch. 11.59. Time. He raised his arm, and the drum roll reached a climatic crescendo as the order fell away into a moment of pure contrapuntal orgasmic rhythm. Suddenly he felt truly epic, a mountain amongst men. The power that he held in his voice, in the fall of his arm, could determine the fates of thousands of men. He paused, he nose sniffing the air hot with anticipation, before in a momentous gesture the arm fell. Immediately the battle ships began a massive and indiscriminate bombardment of the area immediately behind the beach. Roads were smashed, bridges destroyed, and any poor soul that had the misfortune to have been dug in would at the least have lost an eardrum. Fenet smiled through the earmuffs, and when half an hour had passed he motioned and the bombing fell in intensity and grew in the depth that was targeting. As the troop transports fired their engines and the amphibious tanks prepared for deployment, Fenet gave a fleeting half smile. His tongue washed over the lips cracked with heat, as he uttered the lines that he thought might some day find their way into history. "The invasion has begun", he declared "And the way back is shut. Death or victory awaits us, and though we may fall in some field, it is not Kahta but forever Momanguise." A smattering of applause greeted this, as below in the ocean itself, the fleet broke ranks and the infantry steeled themselves for the fight that lay ahead. Somewhere in the bowls of the flagship, a bell tolled thrice. The hour had finally come.


Meanwhile in Kahta, 250 miles from the combat zone, an E-767 reported the location of a sizeable fleet passing right over the location of one of the largest underwater minefields in Kahta's waters, the mines were located there for the reason that it was considered a prime invasion route, it was where the Germans would have landed during world War II, in an attempt to invade the united states. The E-767 radioed Naval Command, and naval command activated the mines via underwater cable, all 2,500 of them.

On land the Kahtan forces were dug in, and prepared for combat. But behind them was one of the largest air attacks ever assembled. 45,000 feet up were 300 B-52's designed for anti-ship roles, each carring 20 KASM-1's, a missile guided by radar and infared. These B-52's flew to the range (500 miles) of the Macabeen fleet and launched all 6,000 missiles, the missiles were each designed for different kinds of attacks, 50% of them were to target the largest flat surface it could see, the other 50% were to attack active radar's.

OOC: Where is Kahta's capital?
IC:

Ah finally breathed those generals who had been waiting for a real fight. VoteEarly had come and it was time to tear through their formations. They had made similar mistakes than Kahta, that is attack piecemeal, at least in the Macabee's opinion, although not as weak as the Kahtan counter attack. Sattelites had caught the movement of their armor and infantry and aerial assets, however, there was nothing the Macabee military had at hand to strike deep. That would soon change, but not fast enough to see the beginnings of the battles for the beaches. Momanguise had not opened up on their own assault yet, that would be crucial for any success at any time, but for now the Macabees would have to fight this one on their own. Most Macabee military analyst though it would be a crushing and spirited victory, but Macabee generals had a past of self-glorification.

Once the MRT-1 and MRT-4, coupled with the MST-1 SODAR technology, on the task force, with the massive RADAR arrays, caught the incoming fighters the fleet opted to blow them out of the sky without further adeiu, opening the skies for Macabee aircraft - skies previously closed. Air cover, although not exactly a mandate for success, would come in handy to soften up both VoteEarly's and Kahta's defenses - but again, the invasion force could really do without it. Nonetheless, the various Praetorian V batteries on the ships appreciated towards the sky, the hydraulics below the armored deck pumping juice to them. Once the enemy aircraft were within range, that is five hundred kilometers, but rather some one hundred kilometers within the beach area (so considerably less than their maximum range) the Praetorian V batteries howled loose, firing a total of two hundred Praetorian Vs at their nemesis. The surface to air missiles rocketed out of their sockets on their namesake batteries, pouring red and orange fire behind them, and soon hitting a height of two thousand feet where their conventional rocket fuel boosters ran out and stopped and the SCRAMjet propulsion took over, rapidly accelerating the missile as the missile hit new heights. If they were targetting aircraft at that height they would be going at around Mach 3, while if they were going higher, as they would because VoteEarly's aircraft, with their super construction, would self destruct that low at the velocity they were going, the missile would hit Mach 5, and over sixty thousand feet Mach 6 and above eighty thousand feet Mach 7. Any higher the missile would reach up to Mach 10 with ease. The Praetorian V had a computer which guided them by the task force's MRT-1 and MRT-4 RADARs, as well as the MSD-1 SODAR, and above that on the missiles were small LIDAR receptors which gave the missile even more accuracy, making the Praetorian Vs among the most dangerous surface to air missiles developed yet (OOC: All within 2005 range... with my GDP that is..expensive research and developement). After the first barrage of Praetorian Vs another volley of the same number were fired to make sure every damn enemy aircraft in the sky, at whatever height, was destroyed or scattered.


OOC: Kahta city is in western MA, but remember, I RP Kahta's possesions as several times bigger than the RL sizes.

OOC2: Was this directed at VE or me?

OOC: The one you quoted was directed towards VE, but there was one before that which had to do with the beaches.

Meanwhile in Kahta, 250 miles from the combat zone, an E-767 reported the location of a sizeable fleet passing right over the location of one of the largest underwater minefields in Kahta's waters, the mines were located there for the reason that it was considered a prime invasion route, it was where the Germans would have landed during world War II, in an attempt to invade the united states. The E-767 radioed Naval Command, and naval command activated the mines via underwater cable, all 2,500 of them.


ooc: Whoa, I've been rp'ing my submarines scouting the area of advance, yet you failed to mention a 2,500 strong minefield? Please sort this.

ooc: Whoa, I've been rp'ing my submarines scouting the area of advance, yet you failed to mention a 2,500 strong minefield? Please sort this.

OOC: Bottom mines, they're on the ocean floor, connected by wire to the mainland. Maine's ports in the down east region (where you are invading me) are blue water, meaning the coastal plains do drop off fast. This is the reason that there are WWII era fortifications that can be found on a number of the islands, such as one where my uncle used to live. It was considered a prime invasion route if the Germans were to have invaded.

ooc: So? I still don't accept that SONAR scans etc. would fail to detect 2,500 mines.

ooc: So? I still don't accept that SONAR scans etc. would fail to detect 2,500 mines.


OOC: What mine makes a noise? These mines would blend in with the bottom of the ocean if scanned visually, and active sonar wouldn't be able to tell the difference between the bottom, and a mine.

OOC: What mine makes a noise? These mines would blend in with the bottom of the ocean if scanned visually, and active sonar wouldn't be able to tell the difference between the bottom, and a mine.
OOC: Sonar doesnt pick up noise, it calculates range and direction based on the time taken between a sound wave being emmitted and absorbed again and which relative direction it is absorbed from. He would have detected your mines.

EDIT: How do they pick up ships?

ooc: 200? I would'nt have noticed. 2,500? It beggers belief.

Ooc- I'll be posting my losses from Macabee's attacks, and then my counter-attacks, and I expect him to post his losses from my original artillery attack. I'm going to watch a movie and start killing off a bottle of brandy, so I may or may not be around later.

OOC: The losses will be in my next post, as well as the losses to that specific counter-attack or whatever it may be that you post next.

OOC: Sonar doesnt pick up noise, it calculates range and direction based on the time taken between a sound wave being emmitted and absorbed again and which relative direction it is absorbed from. He would have detected your mines.

EDIT: How do they pick up ships?
OOC: Did he say he was going to active? If not then those waves wouldn't have been emmitted... moreover, if he went active that means that Kahta's outlying ships may have caught that ping... and if Kahta has surface ships they make prime targets!

OOC: Kahta, this is my reply which you may have missed - here (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=8226408&postcount=35)

On land the Kahtan forces were dug in, and prepared for combat. But behind them was one of the largest air attacks ever assembled. 45,000 feet up were 300 B-52's designed for anti-ship roles, each carring 20 KASM-1's, a missile guided by radar and infared. These B-52's flew to the range (500 miles) of the Macabeen fleet and launched all 6,000 missiles, the missiles were each designed for different kinds of attacks, 50% of them were to target the largest flat surface it could see, the other 50% were to attack active radar's.


OOC: Oops, didn't see this beforehand..but remember to reply to post #35, quoted above, as well.
IC:

The Kahtans had timed their attack extremely poorly, and they had never taken in mind the massive amounts of defensive preperations the Macabee navy had put around that task force. So, even before the were within launch range the Macabee MMA-A2 Hawk air superiority fighters, sent to scout the skies for any Mississipian and Kahtan aircraft which could have opposed the missling of the Mississipian armored column caught the incoming bombers with their MRT-2 onboard RADARs and the task force based MRT-1 and MRT-4 RADARs, as well as the MLT-1 LIDAR system and the MST-1 SODAR system. Consequently, the heavily laden Hawks pushed the throttle to Mach 3.3, burning the blue skies behind them, leaving even sound kilometers to the rear, and got within two hundred kilometers of those B-52s, who were big, slow, and unprotected, and a total of three hundred MTAAM-2 Predator air to air missiles. The Predators free fell for about ten feet and then their SCRAMjet engines kicked in, sending the missiles decending from sixty thousand feet to forty-five thousand feet, at Mach 4.3, their rotund form screaming almost frictionless against the winds of the atmosphere. They would be guided through the computer chips that hooked up to the different systems on board the ships and aircraft, as well as its own personal minature RADAR and LIDAR system - making it a hell of an accurate air to air missiles - indeed, it was infamous for its accuracy. Those bombers wouldn't even know what hit them. Of course, some would make it through to hit the fleets, but not with the power originally envisioned. After the strike the Hawks, following their Kondors below which had just returned from hitting the Mississipian armored column, and began to descend towards the sea for landing on the carriers. The three carriers, however, were quick to put up another forty MMA-A2 Hawks to make sure another major bomber force was able to make it through, and to counter anything the survivers of that first task force could chuck at Task Force - and hopefully destroy it on its return back to their own airfields. The Kahtans had seriously underestimated Macabee aerial power, and had times their attack extremely badly, putting into the air at the same time that the Macabees were commiting themselves to a raid in Kahtan territory (the strike on VEs tanks).

OOC: Ah yes, before I forget, I was looking at my copy of a conglomeration of articles written on LIDAR and the first one was written in 1962..so it's been here for quite a while..just in case of future hostilities over LIDAR.

Also, I forgot to add it in my RP, but I'm beginning to phase out my MMA-A2 Hawks with the much newer MMA-A3 Falcons.

here (http://www.createforum.com/phpbb/viewtopic.php?p=20&mforum=macabeestorefro#20)

As the men were emerging from their landing craft, onto the hard beaches of southern Maine, the rumble of enemy armor shot through the air, stabbing at the ears of the men below. The Kahtans were attempting to throw the invasion back into the sea, however, they would find that their counter-attack was too early and done too piecemeal, meaning that their counter-attack would be trashed with heavy casualties and the Macabees would only have an easier time taking the beaches, establish an exit, and preparing for the inevitable drive into Kahta. After Kahta was crushed the country would find itself in temporary occupation until a Constitution was drafted, a Catalan put in the head of the government as Emperor, and the Macabees were well inside the heart of the Fabians – Fabus Island and VoteEarly. So, it wasn’t much of a surprise, and it wasn’t much of a tragedy, when the Kahtan tanks showed over the bluff on top of the beach, depreciating their cannons on the landing troops, muzzles menacingly pointing at Macabee troops. The first rounds caught the Macabee soldiers with their pants down, killing around sixty men right off the bat, a very ugly casualty number for forces expecting to take the minimum of deaths and wounded.

However, the Kahtans had underestimated Macabee potential, and they would soon, realistically, find their tanks completely destroyed in the torrent of Macabee technology and martial prowess. Some infantry teams armed with the Macabee panzershreck kneeled on the sand, pointing their huge anti-tank gun towards the enemy tanks, and letting loose with the double Variation F round. The Variation F round was styled after the normal SABOT round used by the United States as their main kinetically driven anti-tank round, but instead the encasement made smaller, and the steel spike swapped for a tungsten spike, with appropriate insulation. So, the each panzershreck divulged not one, but two, SABOT encasements with each barrage. The SABOT encasements would peel away during their intense drive towards the enemy tanks, just like the real SABOT, and in its stead would only be a long tungsten rod, traveling faster than a normal round, right into the heart of the enemy tank. Kahtan armor could not possible take the Variation F, and no tank could take two, thus consequently the Kahtan tanks were doomed, as the hundreds of Macabee soldiers armed with these weapons opened intense fire on the Kahtan tanks, dispersing through the incredibly wide beach, forcing the Kahtan tanks to turn the guns after each shot, making them perfect prey.

On the beaches there were two or three steel and wood landing craft burning, with coxswain frantically trying to save their boats, ready to get the next load of men, possibly putting another twenty thousand infantry, and even at least fifty Panzerwerfers, which would truly open gaps in the Kahtan lines. The Kahtans had still failed to see the best of Macabee technology (OOC: All 2005 and some minutely beyond) and once the Macabees had the full array of ordnance laid out the drive through Kahta would be a parade. The Kahtans were lucky that the Macabee administration was more benevolent than that of their allies. Had the Kahtans been invested by another country they would have most likely lost their independence for sure, but Emperor Jonach I did not like to see nations fall, and he would make sure there would be a Kahta after the war.

However, the important part at the moment was not what was going to happen after; first, the Macabee troops would have to get off the beach, destroy the Kahtan army in Maine and drive south. The Macabee tanks in the center began to pile out, supporting the infantry driving up the beach. If a Kahtan tank showed itself the RADAR on the Panzerkampfwaggen X Muwatallis Ausf. B Macabee tanks would find it, the gargantuan 155mm gun would turn faster than thought, and a SABOT Ausf. B would find itself dug right into the compartment of a Kahtan tank, taking it out as soon as it showed itself. The SABOT Ausf. B rounds were just like the Variation F rounds only much larger and much faster, making them the deadliest rounds the Macabees had yet seen.

On the flanks the Macabee tanks, about two hundred on each wing, continued moving up, and began to reach the top of the bluff, not knowing of what lay hidden beyond, ready to respond. Soon enough they would drive in an arch, hook up in the middle behind Kahtan front lines, and bag themselves a full Kahtan armored division, perhaps more. First, though, they would have to break through whatever the Kahtans had protecting their flanks on top of the bluff.

To deal with the Kahtan tanks, which obviously the torrent of missiles and shells hadn’t done, the Macabee task force again turned their massive guns, up to eighteen inchers, and began to fire the powerful high explosive rounds into the Kahtan armored defenses and other defenses. The shells whizzed overhead, shrieking into a poor Kahtan defender who had just followed orders. Soon enough the entire bluff would be formed of red and orange bulbs, sons of the rings of fire created by the Macabee off-shore naval shells. It was truly a gruesome sight, but it had to be done.

The remaining forces attacking the beach were destroyed.

Secret IC to Macabees leadership:

I would like to negociate a ceasefire, and peace treaty. Please reply.

Czar Sam Fabus

[Encrypted]
To: Sam Fabus

A cease-fire can be negotiated, however, we believe you know our terms. The first priority is your assured neutrality in any war between the Second Empire and your ally to the south, Mississipi. The second would be the hand over of several war criminals, wether fabricated or not.

[Encrypted]
To: Sam Fabus

A cease-fire can be negotiated, however, we believe you know our terms. The first priority is your assured neutrality in any war between the Second Empire and your ally to the south, Mississipi. The second would be the hand over of several war criminals, wether fabricated or not.

[Encrypted]

I can hand over fabricated war criminals, but I cannot assure neutrality, I am bound by law to assist Mississippi, to what extent, can be determined.

Hmm, in that case we don't know how much we can assure you in terms of your sovereignty. However, should you agree to the sending of "war criminals" we will retire our fleets from your coast and send them wherever we please from there. However, again, we cannot assure you of peace should you decide to send massive aid to Mississipi, although for political reasons we will attempt to stay away from the Kahtan homeland. As for our ally we cannot assure you that he leaves your nation also - you will have to make a seperate peace with him.

Six dozen T-98 tanks were totally destroyed, and about three dozen were damaged but still moving forward. They would press forward and not stop until they reached the Macabee invasion forces. The SA-19s and shoulder launched weapons had been rather effective at providing decent cover for their ground forces. The MiG-41s had also been up over the armored and mechanized divisions, providing all the cover they could, for the advancing forces.

The 155mm batteries had suffered severe losses, 19 were destroyed or damaged to the point they were put out of service. 6 were still in operation and they were continuing to fire on the beaches were Macabee soldiers were landing.


100 Su-25s stationed in Ohio were now being sent into Kahta to ready to attack Macabee forces landing on the beaches, in conjunction with 300 Mi-24s which were already en route to fire 57mm rockets against the invasion forces on the beaches. They'd be arriving at the beaches and firing in a matter of twenty to thirty minutes...

Hmm, in that case we don't know how much we can assure you in terms of your sovereignty. However, should you agree to the sending of "war criminals" we will retire our fleets from your coast and send them wherever we please from there. However, again, we cannot assure you of peace should you decide to send massive aid to Mississipi, although for political reasons we will attempt to stay away from the Kahtan homeland. As for our ally we cannot assure you that he leaves your nation also - you will have to make a seperate peace with him.

[Encrypted]

I will be sending no more than 10% of my army to aid Mississippi. We can also turn over criminals as soon as you want.

[Response to VoteEarly]
OOC: Any fighters you had in the air before were missiled by the fleet, you may have missed that.

And my Kondors were probably out of range of those MANPADs.

IC:

With the Kahtan beach defenses destroyed the Macabee war material was mounting and mounting in numbers and with the beachead established, especially so with a Kahtan government so willing for peace, the Mississipian aircraft which had decided to make their impact would find it very hard to complete their mission. The task force's RADAR and SODAR had again been lighted up by the presence of at least a hundred enemy aircraft, Su-25s, and these were dealt with in a systematic fashion, with Macabee charactiristics. The mobile Praetorian V SAM vehicles which were crawling up the beach to the towns and villages occupied right above the bluff, turned and appreciated to meet the angle of the incoming aircraft, before they got within striking range (up to five hundred kilometers away) and began firing maneuvers, the twenty slot missile batteries flaming with the burned off fuel as the Praetorian Vs used their conventional engines to get them up to a favorable height, where then their SCRAMjet engines would kick in, sending them towards the incoming aircraft, using land based RADAR as well as missile based RADAR and LIDAR, at varying speeds, but at every height faster than the fighter. Over two hundred were fired in this fashion - many had critisized the Macabee strategical doctrine which had shunned the use of aerial assets, but now it became quickly obvious that the Macabees were in the right.

The incoming helicopters were dealt with in a different way as they were way too low for the Praetorian Vs to effectively deal with, especially with natural obstacles such as unexpected landscape rises. Consequently, when the MRT-4s, which specialized in altitudes under one hundred meters, caught the incoming choppers, truly when they first took off, the MMA-A2 Hawks serving as AWACs were put into action, zipping at up to Mach 2.1 at such a low altitude, fully armed and dangerous, while other AWACs aircraft still kept the ring strong. The Hawks, from ranges of up to two hundred kilometers, most of the time less, let loose their MTAAM-2 Predator air to air missiles, enough to meet choppers one to one. Then they banked and head back to the carriers to re-stock and then re-join the AWACs. All the while, on the ground, infantry with varied MANPADs opened fire with small, semi-disposal, surface to air rockets which locked onto the choppers using a computer which mapped what it saw and gave the rocket the coordinates. In this fashion the enemy choppers must have been ensured certain death.

The surviving artillery still shelling the quickly moving Macabee forces were again fired upon by not the navy this time, but by three Panzerwerfers moving up the sands and into the captured towns and villages, using their thirty 300mm rocket payloads to completely vaporize the positions of those 155mm guns the Mississipians were using, again, with simple trigonometry.

Nonetheless, casualties were taken, including at least one hundred and twenty infantry (twenty five artillery guns aren't going to do much, especially against moving targets, and when they were put out of actions soon after opening fire), and a reported logistical truck moving ammunitions.

[Encrypted to Kahta]
That is fine. The cease fire is official, send those "war criminals" as soon as possible to our fleets. We will send a cruise to rondevouz with your transport ship carrying the prisoners. Our men will begin to evacuate the beachead as soon as possible.

[Response to VoteEarly]
OOC: Any fighters you had in the air before were missiled by the fleet, you may have missed that.

And my Kondors were probably out of range of those MANPADs.




Ooc- MiG-41s are such that they can pretty much go Mach 4.2 and basically get away from missiles, or if they can't, the pilots are so skilled, most of them can outmaneuver the missiles and use their speed at the right time to get the edge. Also don't forget the anti-missile systems in the MiG-41s. The active and passive defenses.

Ooc- MiG-41s are such that they can pretty much go Mach 4.2 and basically get away from missiles, or if they can't, the pilots are so skilled, most of them can outmaneuver the missiles and use their speed at the right time to get the edge. Also don't forget the anti-missile systems in the MiG-41s. The active and passive defenses.

OOC: Uh, at Mach 4.2 don't count on manuevering.. people have already explained that that speed is pure bullshit, but I've agreed to not ignore it. In any case, there's no goddamn way you're getting away from those missiles - if your aircraft can go Mach 4.2 at x altitude my missiles can go twice as fast. Your MiG-41s are as good as dead.

[Encrypted to Kahta]
That is fine. The cease fire is official, send those "war criminals" as soon as possible to our fleets. We will send a cruise to rondevouz with your transport ship carrying the prisoners. Our men will begin to evacuate the beachead as soon as possible.

[Encrypted]
Expect the transport ship to be carrying about 800 people.

OOC: Uh, at Mach 4.2 don't count on manuevering.. people have already explained that that speed is pure bullshit, but I've agreed to not ignore it. In any case, there's no goddamn way you're getting away from those missiles - if your aircraft can go Mach 4.2 at x altitude my missiles can go twice as fast. Your MiG-41s are as good as dead.


Ooc- People with 10 years of training, besides, they have active anti-missile missiles which fire out and seek out incoming missiles, they also have passive systems which disrupt and confuse incoming missiles. Some are dead, not nearly all and not nearly most.

URGENT ORDER
LEVEL 5

All units, ceasefire is in effect with The Macabees allow them to retreat peacefully.

OOC: Just assume that I'm leaving the beaches, with two armored divisions acting as a rear guard, I'll assume my men are gone by tomorrow morning and my fleet back at my port...I'm not going into Mississipi, I don't feel like 20 pages of OOC arguing over his aircraft, which are realistically complete bullshit...people have already gone over pure facts but he refuses to comply.

Ooc- People with 10 years of training, besides, they have active anti-missile missiles which fire out and seek out incoming missiles, they also have passive systems which disrupt and confuse incoming missiles. Some are dead, not nearly all and not nearly most.
OOC: Your going to have to explain those systems.... a missile computer chip with an active LIDAR and RADAR guidance can't be confused, so don't count on that.. what are your planes firing out? any extra compartments holding those "things" will reduce aerodynamics, which in turn reduce velocity, which in turn reduce your chances to live.

OOC: Just assume that I'm leaving the beaches, with two armored divisions acting as a rear guard, I'll assume my men are gone by tomorrow morning and my fleet back at my port...I'm not going into Mississipi, I don't feel like 20 pages of OOC arguing over his aircraft, which are realistically complete bullshit...people have already gone over pure facts but he refuses to comply.

OOC: Ok.

OOC: Just assume that I'm leaving the beaches, with two armored divisions acting as a rear guard, I'll assume my men are gone by tomorrow morning and my fleet back at my port...I'm not going into Mississipi, I don't feel like 20 pages of OOC arguing over his aircraft, which are realistically complete bullshit...people have already gone over pure facts but he refuses to comply.


Ooc- Even though only like 5-10% of my aircraft are MiG-41s...

Ooc- Even though only like 5-10% of my aircraft are MiG-41s...
OOC: Of which seem indistructible. Well any war with you would have to be in the future, for I foresee other problems arising elsewhere, and this cease fire is actually very convinient.

ooc: Kahta, are you going to sort out that impossible mine field so that I can proceed?

ooc: Kahta, are you going to sort out that impossible mine field so that I can proceed?

I'm wating for you to post losses.

ooc: For what? The minefield can't work.

ooc: For what? The minefield can't work.

OoC: Actualy it can, but it'll be picked up by sonar, I know because I use a similar system for my entire island.

ooc: Apologies, I worded that badly. To put it better, it is godmodding to assume that my fleet ended up right on top of it without being detected.

If you're going to refuse to accept that you've been defeated, just admit it.

If you're going to refuse to accept that you've been defeated, just admit it.

OoC: Kahta, you need to learn to compromise, failing not to tell anyone that there's a freaking huge minefield off your coast is kinda ishies...

I have a similar system but it can be picked up sonar and I RP'ed it as so, a minefield is suposed to be a static defence not a defensive weapon.

OOC: It all depends if in Momanguise's RP he declared he had his active SONAR on..if he did then Kahta's minefield in null because he failed to tell anybody and Momanguise would have caught it... if Momanguise didn't turn his active SONAR on..then it doesn't really matter and Momanguise was caught with his pants down since Kahta telling him there's a minefield would have been OOC knowledge and technically OOC should not intermix with IC (although it does most of the time).

OoC: Kahta, you need to learn to compromise, failing not to tell anyone that there's a freaking huge minefield off your coast is kinda ishies...

I have a similar system but it can be picked up sonar and I RP'ed it as so, a minefield is suposed to be a static defence not a defensive weapon.

Mine sit on the bottom and cannot be picked up on sonar, because there is other stuff on the bottom, its not just sand there. There are lobsters and such also.

OOC: It all depends if in Momanguise's RP he declared he had his active SONAR on..if he did then Kahta's minefield in null because he failed to tell anybody and Momanguise would have caught it... if Momanguise didn't turn his active SONAR on..then it doesn't really matter and Momanguise was caught with his pants down since Kahta telling him there's a minefield would have been OOC knowledge and technically OOC should not intermix with IC (although it does most of the time).

If he said active sonar, I'd have said what was there.

Mine sit on the bottom and cannot be picked up on sonar, because there is other stuff on the bottom, its not just sand there. There are lobsters and such also.
OOC: But active SONAR doesn't pick up sound..it sends a sound wave out and uses that ping to "paint" the sorrounding area - mines and sea creatures can be distinguished.

OOC: Mines make a pretty unique sound on passive sensors...

OOC: Mines make a pretty unique sound on passive sensors...

They don't make any sound, they don't have any moving parts.

OOC: But active SONAR doesn't pick up sound..it sends a sound wave out and uses that ping to "paint" the sorrounding area - mines and sea creatures can be distinguished.

I meant active sonar.

OOC: Let's just settle this: Mom, did your fleet have active sonar activated? Be honest.

OOC: Let's just settle this: Mom, did your fleet have active sonar activated? Be honest.


He didn't have it activated.

If you're going to refuse to accept that you've been defeated, just admit it.

Are you calling me a coward Kahta? Are you? This is Momanguise who went to war with the entire RIA in early 04...and won. This is Momanguise who was prepard to go to war with NATO (yes, that is true). This is Momanguise who faced down COKEILA, the second largest nation in the game. It is you, Kahta, you who refuses to engage in a meaningful war that actually reflects the the huge movement against you in II. It is you who refuses to engage opponents. It is you who hides behind the piss poor argument of "ooc'ism" in order to actually get away with your ridiculous and inflamitory policies. I posted a grand total of 1,500 words in my invasion. You posted 87. And that 87 ultimately translated to

Your force sits on 2,500 mines. They blow up. Hahahahaha.

Pathetic.

Are you calling me a coward Kahta? Are you? This is Momanguise who went to war with the entire RIA in early 04...and won. This is Momanguise who was prepard to go with NATO (yes, that is true). This is Momanguise who faced down COKEILA, the second largest nation in the game. It is you, Kahta, you who refuses to engage in a meaningful war that actually reflects the the huge movement against you in II. It is you who refuses to engage opponents. It is you who hides behind the piss poor argument of "ooc'ism" in order to actually get away with your ridiculous and inflamitory policies. I posted a grand total of 1,500 words in my invasion. You posted 87. And that 87 ultimately translated to

Your force sits on 2,500 mines. They blow up. Hahahahaha.

Pathetic.

No all of us have a lot of time, and if you're going to insult my writing abilities, because you can't admit that you've been outsmarted, well, thats a shame, I was looking forward to this.

Outsmarted? Do you seriously consider this,

Meanwhile in Kahta, 250 miles from the combat zone, an E-767 reported the location of a sizeable fleet passing right over the location of one of the largest underwater minefields in Kahta's waters, the mines were located there for the reason that it was considered a prime invasion route, it was where the Germans would have landed during world War II, in an attempt to invade the united states. The E-767 radioed Naval Command, and naval command activated the mines via underwater cable, all 2,500 of them.

To be outsmarted?

However, we need to reach a compromise. I'll talk to you on MSN.

They don't make any sound, they don't have any moving parts.

Sorry about that, I meant MAD signature. Since those mines have at least a modicum of metal, Magnetic Anomaly Detection is going to find them, esp. since you grouped them together so closely.

Outsmarted? Do you seriously consider this,



To be outsmarted?

However, we need to reach a compromise. I'll talk to you on MSN.

Outsmarted tactically.

Sorry about that, I meant MAD signature. Since those mines have at least a modicum of metal, Magnetic Anomaly Detection is going to find them, esp. since you grouped them together so closely.


They aren't close together, and no submarine carries a MAD device, because its own hull would render it useless....

The mines are about 250 feet apart, in a 50 by 50 grid, so they aren't that close together.

They aren't close together, and no submarine carries a MAD device, because its own hull would render it useless....

The mines are about 250 feet apart, in a 50 by 50 grid, so they aren't that close together.

OOC: Who said anything about subs using MAD? Unless Momanguise was drinking, he'd have his ASW platforms flying a perimeter action, and those signatures from the mines would have shown up like Christmas lights on the displays. Result: Active SONAR comes online and uncovers the field.

OOC:

Let's take this step by step:


The fleet itself had been unopposed, the Tryandian submarines having done a fine job. Fenet made a mental note to congratulate said nation as soon as this whole bloody business was complete. The land was now visible to the naked eye, and here, fifty miles north of the Macabean landings, the hammer would strike the anvil.


Momanguise did post his entire fleet moving, and he did mention general protection of his fleet, which most likely means ASW, which sorta requires active SONAR, which means that those mines were most likely lighted up.

HOWEVER, I do believe that Kahta made an OOC thread which described certain coastal defenses. I'm not completely sure if Kahta included mine fields, but I do know he included something along the lines of SONAR emplacements on his beaches. Consequently, there was a hint that the area did include mines OOCly (if my assumations are correct) and therefore Momanguise should have been much more cautious in his advancement of the fleet.

No matter, Kahta failed to imply the presence of mines when I role played my attack, and therefore I may be totally incorrect and Kahta may have brewed the idea later on, placing these mines out of the blue without warning anyone OOCly, semi-ICly, or in character or in any of his role plays. Which would render it technically illegal.

It all depends on the information, of any sort, present prior to the post. Englighten me.

OOC: Who said anything about subs using MAD? Unless Momanguise was drinking, he'd have his ASW platforms flying a perimeter action, and those signatures from the mines would have shown up like Christmas lights on the displays. Result: Active SONAR comes online and uncovers the field.
OOC: Most subs are equipped with MIDAS and would have no problem detecting mines with the VHF active SONAR used in the MIDAS. MIDAS is used quite frequently in danger zones where there is great risk of mines.

I'm not going to say which side is right here until I have the full story. In all fairness, Kahta ought to give us the link to his OOC coastal defenses thread. Once the link is provided, then we will be able to sort this out, but a compromise would be the best way to handle this.

[OOC: Yea but MIDA still requires an active ping - which is the main problem. We don't know if Momanguise sent out an active ping or not.]

He didn't have it activated.
Errr... did I ask you? Do you RP his nation, and decide what it does? No, I didnt think so. Let him answer, and move from there.