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Cabinet War Rooms, Praeton

"So what's the situation?" Prime Minister Lucius Agrippa stared the Field Marshal straight in the face.

"Some time this morning our ground based satellite stations picked up large objects moving towards us at an altitude of some miles. We estimate that they are outside of the earth's atmoshpere."

"UFOs? Space ships?"

"Quite possibly, Prime Minister."

"Do we know of their intentions, if they do indeed have intentions."

"No, Prime Minsiter, but they will be entering our atmosphere in the next few minutes if their course holds."

"Our nuclear weapons? ASATs? What can they do?"

"At this stage we believe that we can fire on them if they have hostile intentions. The effect... we are not yet sure. A nuclear missile may or may not be enough to destroy these. They are quite large, Prime Minister, and we have no idea of their composition."

"Keep me informed if they contact us, prepare weapons for firing."

two wild fire carriers began preping flight wings of twenty scram jets fourty polits got in thier ships. wing leader marcus highwind say raise shield engage cloacking devices ready phasers. aye was the return chatter the forty fighters took of and begen their decent into preationian airspace.

Praeta Levitas Airbase

The radar operations room was a buzz of chatter and shouts as the first incoming aircraft were detected on radar.

"They're coming out of nowhere!" "They aren't hypersoars, are they?"

"What's going on?" Flight Commander Hordadrius Camilus asked, walking into the control room full of people frantically trying to work out what was wrong with their computers.

"We've picked up fourty contacts on radar, sir," a Staff Lieutenant said hurriedly, "they look like they're just dropping straight down from space... we haven't detected them crossing into our airspace."

"Scramble three fighter wings," the Flight Command replied, urgently.

"Yes, sir!"

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The eighty Sea Fury (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=8024558&postcount=21) fighter/bombers took off with a full loadout of anti-air and anti-air EMP missiles in the place of bombs or anti-ship missiles. They greatly outnumbered their adversaries, but their adversaries were much more advanced than them if they could drop straight down from the upper atmosphere. That is, if they weren't just a bird stuck in the radar array.

"Squadron leader to all planes, I have visual sighting of enemy combatants, move to engage."

Every plane spun wildly off in a different direction, forming a sort of scattered cloud of fighters moving at maximum speed. They primed their missiles, readied their cannon and moved in for the attack guns blazing and missiles firing.

figter wing one break off and engage enemy craft use photon torpedos wing two contuie with the mission to the capital citty' the controler on the lead wild fire said.

"Squadron leader to all planes, engage the group to the West, ignore the one pulling off."

He banked and closed in on one of the planes, firing his 30mm cannon and letting loose a missile. All of it simply bounced off the shields, after knocking the enemy fighter about a bit but causing no obvious damage.

"Squadron, engage with shrot-range EMP missiles, hopefuly we can fry their electronics."

The planes pulled out a bit to give range between them and the EMP, and then moved in for their attack. Meanwhile, five planes had already gone down to the enemy fighters and more were evading for dear life.

switch to back up sytems fire photon torpedos full spread of ten then target their engines ad use the phasers

twenty angel of death dropships were being loade on the justice the flagship 20000 bezerker comados loded in each arme with zx 90 pulse cannons. the twenty dropships launched.
Imperial Praetonian Space Defence Command, Praesummitas Mountain Range

"Sir, we have larger objects detected on radar. Twenty, moving towards us."

"Are they hostile?"

"Not yet, sir, but they are likely to be. We've lost five planes to these objests on the West Coast," the Captain looked around to see what his General would order.

"I've been given permission by the Prime Minister to launch a full tactical nuclear strike."

The Captain looked aghast, "Over Praetonia!? Sir, you can't be serious. They haven't even caused much damage yet!"

"Yes... launch three hundred Javelin SAMs, followed up with another hundred Long-Range EMPs. If that doesnt work, we use nukes. This could be the end of Praetonia if we dont stop it, Captian."

''lower shields and fire all the photons said we hav the wing leader'' ''uderstud'.'

switch to back up sytems fire photon torpedos full spread of ten then target their engines ad use the phasers
Another ten planes went down dispite mad evasions, and another fifteen were still being chased madly by the enemy fighters.

"More EMPs! It doesnt matter if they knock us out, we're dead already. EMP the bastards and the eject!" The Squadron Leader was streaming madly down the radio. He had lost pat of his wing to a phaser beam and was desperately trying to stay aloft. He rounded on one of the enemy fighters, loosed two EMP missiles and sprayed it with cannon before the pule of energy scambled his own plane's systems, and he careered into the enemy fighter taking several tonnes of plane with him.

''crap'' marcus yelled ''my computers froze up'' damn it my tatical computer wont respond im goning down'' emergacny transport to wild fire carrier one. ''he ordered''

"We've got one!" One of the pilots shouted down the radio, ecstatically as he saw the Sephriothan fighter smashing into the ground below. Other planes were still ringing around the Sephrioth fighters, firing more EMP missiles in an attempt to knock out the enemy control systems. A further ten planes had gone down, seven to enemy fire and three to their own EMP blasts. The battle was looking increasingly desperate.

Meanwhile, the four hundred SAMs, of which one hundred were EMPs, were shooting towards the second group of Sephriothan fighters, the one heading towards the Praetonian capital. Hopefully they could destroy enough....

2 liberator missile frigates move out of the fleets escort group an establish orbit above praetonia. the weapons offcier on the justice ''the emperor has given permission for the specal weapons wing of the fleet to be used arm all f.a.emissiles.
''fire at wlll'' the said the weapons officer. the two friggate begin firing off f.a.e missiles at praeton.

The Prime Minister was undergoing his usual mid-morning briefing when twelve Imperial Horseguards burst into the room, pushed the man he was talking to aside, grabbed the PM and rushed him down into the sealed nuclear bunkers below the Obsidian Tower in which he was officed.

Ringing the Praesummitas mountain range, SAM missiles launched from siloes and streaked towards the enemy missiles, knocking one after the other form the sky and vapourising the viral contents within. Missile after missile crashed down, but three made it through and exploded, showering Praeton with IG virus. Horseguards in BioHazard suits entered the city, and rounded up all those in the affected areas. They were forced into buildings in the centre and meticulously guarded with machineguns and rifles with fixed bayonets. Not many people had much hope for their survival, but at least the virus wouldn't spread.

Deep below the Obsidian Tower, the PM was discussing his options.

"Sir, we can launch a full nuclear strike at a moments notice," one of his advisors pointed out. The PM looked grey and his voice was hoarse. He couldn't believe what had happened. His people were dying around him, and there was little he could do.

"Yes," he croaked simply, "yes."

OOC: THat's 2048x 5 megatonne nuclear missiles heading at your fleet.

the troop transport started its decent into praetonia the tank crews preped their tanks.