NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: Ok first off this is a CLOSED RP for those taking part in the AXIS and ALLIES RP, if you dont know what it is your not involved. Tags are welcome, but just a simple TAG is needed no massive stuff. Thanks for the co-operation.

IC:

IHS Periocles Flagship of the 4th (North Atlantic) Fleet


The Fleet had nearly fully assembled, twelve carriers were now in the main group, some 2000km from the Western Coast of Ireland, whilst seven more were in another group 400km North of them.

The remaining carriers from the group were passing through the Straights of Gibraltar, heading North, to form a third force a lot nearer to the target.

Fleet Admiral Charles Young surveyed the nearer ships from his seat on the bridge, his eyes stopping for a moment on the cruiser Matthew which had barely visible white painted missiles on her rails some 1000 yards away. The warshots had been loaded on all ships, and the aircraft sitting on the flightdeck below had a collection of ASM and AAM hanging from their wings, as well as the aircraft currently on BARCAP 30,000 feet above his head.

All of the aircraft were ready to launch within twenty minutes of the order being given, however this had not been tried yet due to the stress it would place on deck crewmen.

The fleet was on course and heading to rendevous with the McLeod fleet currently in the same waters, and from there the joint taskforce would be moving to its objectives. A line of SSN's were already staked out along the threat axis, as well as several more forming a second line between them and the carriers, with the transports and RO/RO ships on the other side of the carriers.

*TAG*

Reserved for IC post in a couple of hours regarding the next step.

Ok, I can't post anything until Guff comes online. but expect about half of the Royal Navy and the German Navy to be waiting :P

Task Force Industrious, 250 miles east of McLeod03

The bow of the Industrious sliced its way through another white crested wave. The impact of the sea would have jarred a smaller ship, but the huge Ocean class supercarrier shrugged it off as barely a passing annoyance. Her flight-decks were a bustle of activity, with aircraft on alert positions heavily armed with a multitude of air-to-air and ait-to-surface weapons. On her bridge stood the legendary Sea Lord James Hilton, a war veteran of great honours. His grey eyes peered out from underneath a Navy cap, searching the horizon, scanning for anything suspicious. Of course, if he could see it, the suspcious ship would have to have battled through the largest task force Hilton had ever seen. Having ten Carrier Battle Groups in the same place at the same time was highly irregular, but to support them with a further ten Combat Patrol Groups was unheard of.

Hundreds of front-line vessels, bristling with deadly weaponry, were spread out as part of his task force. From the gigantic Ocean supercarriers down to the small, speedy Pegasus hydrofoils, from the venerable Moscow aviation cruisers to the brand new Sabre destroyers. Each crew had drilled hard for this moment, this one opportunity to get their names added to the Victory Arch in McLeodia. War was coming to the North Atlantic, and the task force was here to make themselves felt.


120 miles north of Port Royal, McLeod03

Sergeant Jackson's eyes scanned the beach, sweeping carefully back and forth. From inside his position, he and his machine gun crew could cover the entire length of the beach. Just moments before, the first smoke shells had landed across the beach, showering the sand with red hot shards of magnesium and clouds of smoke. He gave up, resigned to the fact he couldn't see what was happening down on the beach itself.

Then he saw them. Black shapes tearing out of the mist, running yards up the beach. Flashes of gunfire gave the smoke an eerie orange glow as the landing craft began to disgorge their troops. Squads raced for the cover of tank traps, moving expertly from cover to cover, pouring fire onto anything resembling a defensive position. Jackson watched a position to his left break and pull back before the crew were taken out by a murderous hail of gunfire from the soldiers on the beach.

Jackson pushed his own gunner out of the way, and lined his gun up on a command squad huddled next to a beached landing craft. Opening fire, he could see red flashes as the squad took hits, falling down and laying motionless on the sand. He shifted his fire again, walking it along the beach to another huddle of soldiers. His fire bolstered the other defensive positions, who really began to take their toll on the attackers. His crew grabbed up M-4 carbines and began firing down alongside his M-60.

Over the noise of the gunfire, they never heard six men enter the bunker behind them, and quickly take down two barracks rooms full of men. Jackson paused his fire, unable to identify any targets. His two other crewmen did the same. He nearly jumped out of his skin when a deep voice behind him said softly "Not bad for reservists. But still, not good either"

He turned to face six men wearing full body armour, each pointing their weapons straight at his squad. It was then he noticed the other guns had all stopped firing too. A clock on the wall chimed through the silence. On the eleventh stroke, the rifles in front of him blazed orange, and he felt his own body armour inject him with the same paralysing agent coursing through the veigns of the 'dead' soldiers on the beach below. He was 'dead' too, out of the battle. He could only imagine the same had happened all along the defensive wall. If this had been real, he knew the Night Stalkers in front of him would have been quicker, quieter, and far more deadly. The exercise was over, and the simulated beach assault had been won by the Royal Army and Royal Marines. For the eighth time in a row.

Jackson knew some big operation must be going down. The Army hadn't done amphibious landings for years, yet for the last six months, they had trained non-stop, bringing front line infantry units up to speed on amphibious manouevres. If could only mean one thing, an invasion, but where? Guffingford? The British Empire somewhere? Who could tell?


Bridge of the Industrious

Hilton glanced down from the window to his now cold coffee. It had left a heat mark on the wooden map table, but that didn't bother him. He stared straight at the coastline indicated by a serious of red hatched zones. Without even blinking, he turned and snatched a raincoat off the hook next to the door, before throwing his cap on the table and heading down towards the flight deck for his hourly walk.

The cap span slowly before landing on open charts. Its peak underlined the title of the map. The target area of coastline was a logical choice, perfect for their goals. A sailor turned to the helmsman, cracking a joke about the target.

"Hey, do you reckon they'll complain about losing their Lucky Charms when the Army burns down the Guiness brewery?"

It was to be Ireland.

OOC: Bump for Guff

Tag. I'm using some Macabee technology, hope you guys don't mind.

IC:
From the German and Dutch naval bases and cities that harbour large naval docks, all left to aid the British Empire in the defence of Ireland. Many destroyers, cruisers, battleships and carriers, small part of the Western Captain assault fleet. The mission? Simple; destroy all IH and McLeod03 assets in the Irish sector. A grand airforce of C-130 transport airplanes [140] carried lots of soldiers and other equipment to Ireland, while the navy is already enroute to the theatre.

Navy roster:

1 Xerxes 1st class flagship (regular command ship; no battle capabilities)
15 Firestorm Arsenal class arsenal ship (ship-to-ship missiles)
15 Aasimar class battlecruisers (anti-aircraft; ship-to-ship missiles)
12 Dardo class cruisers (anti-aircraft)
15 Kidd class destroyers (ship-to-ship missiles)
15 Karel Doorman class frigates (anti-aircraft; anti-submarine)
15 The Seven Provinces [De Zeven Provinciën] class frigates (anti-aircraft)
8 SeaShadow class stealthships (ship-to-ship missiles)
8 Zumwalt class stealth destroyers (ship-to-ship missiles)

20 Dolphin class attack submarines
20 LA class attack/defence submarines
10 Kraken class attack/defence submarines
10 Seawolf class attack submarines

3 Enterprise class carriers
2 Hell class carriers

OOC: please, if something is wrong don't start yelling. I'm not a military expert.

OOC: Not sure if this should go here or not, but in the Guffingford Mobilizes thread several of my attack submarines and some of RF's went outside the German ports. They would have attacked that sorting fleet, i can RP a bit if you want?

OOC: Not sure if this should go here or not, but in the Guffingford Mobilizes thread several of my attack submarines and some of RF's went outside the German ports. They would have attacked that sorting fleet, i can RP a bit if you want?Sorry, haven't seen that part. And you are in (inter)national waters? It does make a difference. I assume that happened before you and McLeod went to Ireland?

OOC:They were 25miles out so just in them (i have been assuming that 25miles is the international boundary?)

They came down as a direct move to the increase in tensions and were positioned before war began, and so yes they were in place before we made a move. (i posted it on 13th of Feb)

"I come before you all on national television and radio to brief you on the situation at hand. Our freedom, our liberty and way of life has now received its greatest threat since the second world war. Our allies, though former enemies, have now joined our cause, against the oppressive and inhumane regime of the Soviet sate. I am confident, that my loyal subjects will conduct themselves with honour and dignity through the coming trials. We have before us an ordeal of the most grievous kind. We have before us many, many long months of struggle and of suffering. You ask, what is our policy? I can say: It is to wage war, by sea, land and air, with all our might and with all the strength that God can give us; to wage war against a monstrous tyranny, never surpassed in the dark, lamentable catalogue of human crime. That is our policy. You ask, what is our aim?
I can answer in one word: It is victory, victory at all costs, victory in spite of all terror, victory, however long and hard the road may be; for without victory, there is no survival. Let that be realised; no survival for the British Empire, no survival for all that the British Empire has stood for, no survival for the urge and impulse of the ages, that mankind will move forward towards its goal. But I take up my task with buoyancy and hope. I feel sure that our cause will not be suffered to fail among men. At this time I feel entitled to claim the aid of all, and I say, "come then, let us go forward together with our united strength."

Fort William, Great Glen Compound Scotland
As the blue waves of cigarette smoke filled the room, His Majesty King George watched calmly as his generals and military advisors set to work. A large fleet long assembled and long watched in the Atlantic Ocean was now making its way towards the colony of Ireland. Warships, aircraft carriers, troop transports had all been mobilised by the enemy. Great stalkers calmly wading through the depths of the Atlantic, much like the U-Boat crisis of 1942.
"So Generals, our course of action?" His Majesty asked very calmly. Perhaps you could enlighten me General Maddox, as to the accepted plans?
Maddox smiled at the Imperial decree and left his station to consult with the sovereign. We do have contingency plans in place for an invasion of the Irish colony Majesty. As you know, a large proportion of our infantry forces are currently stationed in the East. Though we have allocated enough to remain in defence of the homeland and major cities itself. Current figures lie at eight million men, though they are being increased with the reactivation of the home guard. Though much of our infantry forces are fighting in Asia, we still have over three quarters of our Naval assets present, most of which are located in the English channel or the Shetland isles. Your staff propose a multi-phased defensive. The enemy, much to our surprise are attacking Ireland for an unknown reason. It has little strategic and industrial value, conscription rates have now began to drop off, and the agricultural output is minimal. We are still unsure as to what use it could be.....

Of course, they intend to use it as major set up point where they will begin to mass forces in preparation for an invasion of the British Isles themselves however, Ireland was a poor choice. When they reach landfall their forces which are estimated at two hundred thousand will begin to move through the nation. We expect that without reinforcements from the British mainland Ireland will fall within a month. However the realisation remains that they will not be able to hold their position. They will be in bombing range of the Royal air force twenty four hours a day. Their supply lanes will be stretched, and they will have to deal with feeding the local population, some thirty million people. We have ceased all food imports into the island in order to cause large civil unrest for when they invade.

In response, the British army can do two things. begin the transfer of men and equipment to Ireland over the Irish sea. Or we can allow them to keep the colony until a civil uprising, instigated by the intelligence service forces them to leave. We have the advantage. Our assets are on the defence, we can put more men into Ireland to defend it, than they can to take it. We have more planes, and bombers within tactical range and we can mount five times the amount of raids than they are capable of. As a result of these observations the Admiralty, and bomber command have ordered the military to begin the following preparations. The fleets are to leave the Channel, and the North sea, after merging with the German Navy in a campaign to outflank their naval force. We anticipate that they will move their larger warships into close range of the coast to begin the softening up of the defences. Of course in keeping with world war two customs, once the enemy forces reach the coast a volley of Mustard Gas and other assorted chemical weapons shall be fired at enemy vessels in range, and released upon the coastline. Once the landing beeches have become clear, the entire Royal Air Force will take to the skies in staged phases to force air superiority. Once the Navy has reached combative range of the enemy fleet, all available fighters, bombers and other military hardware will begin the attack upon the enemy force. It is our intention, to trap their infantry in Ireland removing a large threat form Europe and the British mainland itself. Best case scenario; We destroy their fleet, and strand their infantry and later begin mop up offensives to begin the safe clearing of Ireland.

The worst case scenario, is that we lose the naval battle, but regardless of the outcome we are confident of victory long term. Their ability to wage an offensive war will be crippled, and most importantly their air screen will be removed, allowing us to pick of the invaders and remaining warships. We have also requested that Germany dispatches a naval force to begin the destruction of their supply lines, which are now overstretched and growing thin."

George looked rather worried. "General, we will not leave Ireland to stand alone. It is our duty to protect our colony, therefore you will begin the transfer of men and troops to the island. Requisition as many civilian ferries as possible, we do not want to tie up the warships....

So, it is in Ireland that the doom of our time is to be decided. The fate of freedom or oppression shall resound throughout the world for ages to come, I can only pray, that God is on our side.