Tyrandis
19-02-2005, 02:39
OOC: Apologies in advance to Macabees, who I shamelessly stole the title from :P
Armandian, can you get me a map of your country, or a rough geographical location? For reference, I'll play from Australia/NZ.
Will make an OOC thread later, to resolve the bickering that might come from this little crusade.
IC:
"In the service of Almighty God, everything is legitimate." - Pope John Paul III, paraphrasing French playwright Pierre Corneille
[The Coming Storm of Destruction]
Admiral Utada Hikaru was wearing the heavy overcoat favored by commanders of the Tyrandisan Imperial Navy as she looked out into the infinite horizon from the bridge of the TSN Masamune, squinting for any sight of her objective, the Armandian Cheese mainland. The blazing light from the mid-morning sun did little to warm the men onboard the ships, thanks to the freezing temperatures of the Feburary seas, but it did improve visibility considerably, all the way out to ten miles. Cold breezes blew past the massive assault force, fanning out hundreds of flags that were carried on the backs of the naval machines. Each ship had their traditional battle standard of a striking Imperial Hawk, but this day, they also flew a second flag, despite regulations. This was one manufactured of a white background, with a gruesome motif depicting St. George's triumph over the dragon of Satan in all its glory. Emblazoned beneath this penultimate symbol of righteousness's victory were the words In Cruce Salus - Salvation by the Cross. All in all, there were in excess of five hundred vessels flying these twin standards, including the painted flags that adorned the hulls of submarines of varying types, lurking unseen in the depths of the seas. In command of this enormous juggernaut was Admiral Utada, who was entrusted with a golden seal from the Pope himself that awarded her the general field authority of the Ninth Crusade. Since that fateful day in the Papal Residence of Sydney when John Paul III called for the holy war, the Tyrandisan nation had become a country of religious fanatics, driven by the Lord God to the destruction of the heathen Kahtans and their blasphemous allies of Mississippi. A joint offensive was organized with the Second Macabee Empire, who also cried out for a struggle against the enemies of God Himself. After some discussion into the matter, it was decided that the Church of St. Peter would smash the heart of the beast while the followers of St. George would crush their allies. While this caused much consternation among the professional armies, whose carefully laid plans for the invasion were ruined, their bloodlust would be satiated by the death of the entire nation of Armandian Cheese.
How this state of war came into being was simple; the leadership of that country voiced their feeble support for the doomed cause of the enemies of God. Although the Executor tried his best to reason with the Armandians, they steadfastly insisted on standing by their 'friends' who would soon be crushed under the heel of crusading soldiers. With this act, they were thus damned to destruction by the forces of the Militant Imperium. And so, the fury of an aroused country would fall upon the hapless civilians of Armandian Cheese. Although the war plans had to be hastily amended for this new situation, logistical concerns were not among them; after all, for a period of several months, the assembly of forces had been on a status of immediate deployment. Christened Task Force KNIGHT, this formation of Tyrandisan military might had the simplest of orders: The complete and utter extermination of the Armandians. No scruples, no prisoners, and no quarter would be expended for the enemies of God, women and children included. Though this was clearly a violation of established principles and laws of war, it did not matter; after all, did not God's law supercede that of man?
The combined arms of KNIGHT numbered roughly one million frontline personnel, with a supporting cast of some 8,000,000 logistical personnel. It was a nightmare indeed, but complex as it was, the problems were alleviated by the detailed planning and platforms manufactured in preparation for the assault. Mule-class Ekranoplans helped out a good deal, built on the venerable Be-2500 chassis and carrying the vital supplies that Task Force KNIGHT needed to carry their mission of death to the Armandian mainland. According to satellite photography, the fleet was four thousand kilometres away from their intended objective. The big ships, the twenty five Yorktown CVNs and sixteen Ocean Dragon BBGNs not to mention the flagships, a pair of White Shark trimarian carriers, were safely echeloned behind a massive Triple Anti-Submarine-Warfare perimeter defended by Gladius SSNs, Type 45 destroyers, and ASWP-2s, their crews listening intently for any sign of enemy submarine activity. As this flurry of activity was going on under the sea, several E-2E Advanced Hawkeye AWACS and a flight of TSF-28 Variant B Seraph Air Superiority Fighters, numbering one hundred in total, flew BARrier Combat Air Patrols over the main armada, the operators onboard the E-2Es watching their screens feverishly as the AESA rotodomes scanned for Armandian air force activity. Along with this naval contigent were two Armored Divisions and three Mobile Divisions, to secure the initial landing, a small force indeed but a lethal one. They would pave the way for a second ground unit to arrive, to finish Armandian Cheese once and for all.
Task Force KNIGHT slowly made its way towards its destination, its sailors and soldiers mentally and physically preparing themselves for the coming storm of holy conflict. Inexorably, this manifestation of Tyrandisan industrial and technological power was steaming across the vast oceans to bring eternal damnation to the forsaken country of Armandian Cheese, which would, as Lord Damien Dreadfire of Automagfreek said so succintly, sleep in the fire this day.
Armandian, can you get me a map of your country, or a rough geographical location? For reference, I'll play from Australia/NZ.
Will make an OOC thread later, to resolve the bickering that might come from this little crusade.
IC:
"In the service of Almighty God, everything is legitimate." - Pope John Paul III, paraphrasing French playwright Pierre Corneille
[The Coming Storm of Destruction]
Admiral Utada Hikaru was wearing the heavy overcoat favored by commanders of the Tyrandisan Imperial Navy as she looked out into the infinite horizon from the bridge of the TSN Masamune, squinting for any sight of her objective, the Armandian Cheese mainland. The blazing light from the mid-morning sun did little to warm the men onboard the ships, thanks to the freezing temperatures of the Feburary seas, but it did improve visibility considerably, all the way out to ten miles. Cold breezes blew past the massive assault force, fanning out hundreds of flags that were carried on the backs of the naval machines. Each ship had their traditional battle standard of a striking Imperial Hawk, but this day, they also flew a second flag, despite regulations. This was one manufactured of a white background, with a gruesome motif depicting St. George's triumph over the dragon of Satan in all its glory. Emblazoned beneath this penultimate symbol of righteousness's victory were the words In Cruce Salus - Salvation by the Cross. All in all, there were in excess of five hundred vessels flying these twin standards, including the painted flags that adorned the hulls of submarines of varying types, lurking unseen in the depths of the seas. In command of this enormous juggernaut was Admiral Utada, who was entrusted with a golden seal from the Pope himself that awarded her the general field authority of the Ninth Crusade. Since that fateful day in the Papal Residence of Sydney when John Paul III called for the holy war, the Tyrandisan nation had become a country of religious fanatics, driven by the Lord God to the destruction of the heathen Kahtans and their blasphemous allies of Mississippi. A joint offensive was organized with the Second Macabee Empire, who also cried out for a struggle against the enemies of God Himself. After some discussion into the matter, it was decided that the Church of St. Peter would smash the heart of the beast while the followers of St. George would crush their allies. While this caused much consternation among the professional armies, whose carefully laid plans for the invasion were ruined, their bloodlust would be satiated by the death of the entire nation of Armandian Cheese.
How this state of war came into being was simple; the leadership of that country voiced their feeble support for the doomed cause of the enemies of God. Although the Executor tried his best to reason with the Armandians, they steadfastly insisted on standing by their 'friends' who would soon be crushed under the heel of crusading soldiers. With this act, they were thus damned to destruction by the forces of the Militant Imperium. And so, the fury of an aroused country would fall upon the hapless civilians of Armandian Cheese. Although the war plans had to be hastily amended for this new situation, logistical concerns were not among them; after all, for a period of several months, the assembly of forces had been on a status of immediate deployment. Christened Task Force KNIGHT, this formation of Tyrandisan military might had the simplest of orders: The complete and utter extermination of the Armandians. No scruples, no prisoners, and no quarter would be expended for the enemies of God, women and children included. Though this was clearly a violation of established principles and laws of war, it did not matter; after all, did not God's law supercede that of man?
The combined arms of KNIGHT numbered roughly one million frontline personnel, with a supporting cast of some 8,000,000 logistical personnel. It was a nightmare indeed, but complex as it was, the problems were alleviated by the detailed planning and platforms manufactured in preparation for the assault. Mule-class Ekranoplans helped out a good deal, built on the venerable Be-2500 chassis and carrying the vital supplies that Task Force KNIGHT needed to carry their mission of death to the Armandian mainland. According to satellite photography, the fleet was four thousand kilometres away from their intended objective. The big ships, the twenty five Yorktown CVNs and sixteen Ocean Dragon BBGNs not to mention the flagships, a pair of White Shark trimarian carriers, were safely echeloned behind a massive Triple Anti-Submarine-Warfare perimeter defended by Gladius SSNs, Type 45 destroyers, and ASWP-2s, their crews listening intently for any sign of enemy submarine activity. As this flurry of activity was going on under the sea, several E-2E Advanced Hawkeye AWACS and a flight of TSF-28 Variant B Seraph Air Superiority Fighters, numbering one hundred in total, flew BARrier Combat Air Patrols over the main armada, the operators onboard the E-2Es watching their screens feverishly as the AESA rotodomes scanned for Armandian air force activity. Along with this naval contigent were two Armored Divisions and three Mobile Divisions, to secure the initial landing, a small force indeed but a lethal one. They would pave the way for a second ground unit to arrive, to finish Armandian Cheese once and for all.
Task Force KNIGHT slowly made its way towards its destination, its sailors and soldiers mentally and physically preparing themselves for the coming storm of holy conflict. Inexorably, this manifestation of Tyrandisan industrial and technological power was steaming across the vast oceans to bring eternal damnation to the forsaken country of Armandian Cheese, which would, as Lord Damien Dreadfire of Automagfreek said so succintly, sleep in the fire this day.