NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: This is Upper Xen, but my account is on the fritz.

IC:

Somewhere on the Mexican-Texan Border

Bob Smedley, the INS guard, yawned as he drove around his assigned patrol area. Patrolling the Mexican border for illegals was a mundane job, obviously, nobody made it in under their watch. He had been doing it for twenty-something years, nothing really big happened.

He thought to himself, as he sipped his coffee, "God, this job sucks. Why'd I quit the Texas Rangers? Oh yeah.....nevermind, nothing happens here. Looks like another peaceful night."

He was about to be proved wrong. For about 300 feet away, six Apocalypse tanks, accompanied by a sea of Flak Tracks and Rhinos, some 500-1000 of each, each packed full of infantry, all Soviet Conscripts ready to fight, were surging towards his section of the border, all angry and determined to carry out the mission given to them by Premier Romanov: invade the US, and bring it under the Russian heel. Yuri's psychics had reduced the defenses of the US to near nil, now, all Romanov had to do was send his men in. The scene was being repeated all over the Tex-Mex border and it was not good.

Of course, Smedley, and the other Birder Patrol guards, didn't know about this, they were just doing their jobs.

Smedley simply drove about, when he heard a distinct rumbling. A very distinct rumbling. He stopped the Ford Bronco, and peered through his binoculars. One look, and he turned white with fear. He couldn't exactly tell what he was seeing, but he could tell it was bad.

He radioed the others: "Mayday, Mayday, we have unknown forces coming towards the borders! They're definitely NOT Mexicans, who knows, but whatever the f**k they are, somebody better do something!"

He was just about to get radio chatter from the other Border Patrolmen, when Smedley and his car were fired upon by the Soviets. Several shells from the Apocalypses fell near the Bronco, causing deafening noises, much rumbling, and lots of explosions.

Smedley then began to drive like hell.....he had to get out of there. He gunned the engine, and drove the Bronco away from the tanks as far as possible, however, he got no more than 250 ft away when he was hit by an Apocalypse shell, and his car wads reduced to a flaming hulk.

The Apocalypses then drove over the flaming wreck, crushing it to little bits. They remorselessly continued their rampage over the desert, and then approached the Rio Grande.

The lead driver called for the Amphibious Transports. "Comrade! Get the Transport! We cross the river into the belly of the Beast!"

An armada of large hover crafts soon pulled up and the Apocalypses along with the rest of the Soviet force, got onboard them. They soon drove over the Rio Grande, speeding like the wind. They eventually hit the other side, and unloaded their deadly cargo, allowing the blitz to continue.

Another Border station soon appeared, they had heard the commotion from one of the surviving Border Patrolmen, and they had summoned some National Guard units. After all, things could not be that bad.

But they were in for a rough surprise. When several IFV's and civilian law enforcement vehicles drove up to meet the convoy, they were greeted by a lone flak track. The commander ordered the welcoming party to: "Hold your fire!", it would be a mistake they would soon regret.

The flak track stopped, it released several bald men with metal attachments on their heads (Yuri Clones). They stared at the National Guardsmen and the Border Patrol, raised their arms, and said, "Be one.....with us......join the Soviet Empire....."

The effect was devastating. The welcoming party soon went stiff, they convulsed, trying to fight the subversion. They then collapsed, and went into seizures for several minutes, their eyes glazing over.

Then, they suddenly stopped.....they got up and mysteriously began to peak, zombielike. They soon chanted, saying, "Yes.....we will join the Soviet Empire."

The bald men pointed to the gate in front of the border station. The lead one said, "Open it."

The men did as told, and soon, in a chilling scene that unfolded all over the border, the Soviets were on their way once more, driving into Texas, rolling over several signs that said, "TEXAS: DRIVE FRIENDLY, THE TEXAS WAY!"

The Invasion had begun.

More to come.......

Meanwhile.....

(Loud Music)

"THIS IS RADIO MOSCOW! WE BRING YOU NOW, A MESSAGE FROM OUR GLORIOUS PREMIER ROMANOV!"

"People of the Soviet Union, Socialists of the World. Today, I announce that the Capitalist menace has finally met its match! As of 12:00 Greenwich Mean Time, our forces have marched into Capitalist Texas and have will soon sail from Cuba to begin the liberation of the workers and peasants of the USA from the clutches of the capitalist machines. No more, will nations like Iraq be threatened by the imperialist ambitions of the US, who claims to see nonexistent 'Weapons of Mass Destruction!' No more, will workers in Flint be at the mercy of the fat cats of General Motors. No more, will farmers in Iowa and Nebraska rely on subsidies to live, while urban bourgeois grow fat on hamburgers! We will bring them true democracy and liberty, we will bring them the Dictatorship of the Proletariat!"

"Already Comrades, we are on our way to finishing Comrade Stalin's dream. He was a visionary, a man whose genius would have united the world, had it not have been stopped by the capitalists of the USA and the capitalists in his own ranks! Now, with the aid of our comrades in Cuba, Spain and Iraq we will finish the dream of Stalin! We will bring about the final death blow to capitalism and usher in a new Worker's Age, where every man will get each according to his ability, each according to his needs!"

"I call upon all workers in all nations, to join us! You have nothing to fear, you have nothing to lose but your chains!"

“What’s all the commotion?” asked Kyung. She saw a large crowd massing around the single television on base, all with shocked and deeply disturbed expressions, which she walked over to.

On the television however, the reporter displayed a confident and look as he read slowly, yet surely from the paper in front of him.

“12:00 Greenwich Time, the corrupt Soviet Union invaded the United States. Their forces have achieved complete surprise over the Americans, although their brave soldiers continue to fight valiantly against the Red Menace. The following states of Texas, California, New York, and Florida have all reportedly fallen under siege. There are scattered reports of giant squids attacking US Naval Vessels along the Pacific and even rampaging cows attacking various American garrisons. However, it is most likely groundless Soviet propaganda meant to subvert our determination, and the reports should not be taken seriously. Due to this horrid development, and through our binding in SEATO, our great nation of Korea has declared war on the Soviet Union.”

His tone changed slightly, into something that sounded even more serious, and even subtly vengeful.

“Brave warriors of Korea, now, is time to carry out your duty. Now, is the test of your resolve, and will. The time has come for you to take up your arms, and defend the glory and future that is Korea!”

With that, the report ended. One of the pilots nears the TV reached up and turned it off. “This is it, it’s the real thing…” he said.

Immediately after he spoke, the base commander barged into the room.
“New orders! This base is now on full alert! All jets are to be fully loaded, prepped and ready to go in 10 minutes! All pilots are to on stand by with their jets, and assist the ground crew in whatever way they can! Now get out there get it done!”

The room quickly emptied out as all of the personnel in the room ran out following orders.

Out side all base defenses began to come online. Prism towers began to charge up, their crystalline targeting matrices began to glow brightly, while men began to man pill boxes around the four grand cannons placed in the center of the base. Patriot missile systems began to arm as sentries in guard towers began to search for enemy contacts, while a large force of 20 Prism tanks, with 40 Grizzly tanks powered up under them. The base geared up and waited for the dawn.

((OOC: Guys, can you hold on until tomorrow evening? I really need to sleep right now, and bhsjdkk...snore...))

((OOC: Guys, can you hold on until tomorrow evening? I really need to sleep right now, and bhsjdkk...snore...))

(OOC: Actually, I may not be able to make it on to NS tomorrow. But I don't see why we can't hold on, so, sure. *Pauses RPing*)

OOC: Is this open?

"The Florida Coast; 1:00PM GMT."

The Red Tide surged across the sea; a vast naval armada sent to crush the western coast of the corrupt capitalist juggernaut of the United states. The Dreadnoughts, mighty warships, paused before the great glimmering beaches of Florida, as their great missles of Soviet wrath hurtled forth, roaring through the skies towards the buildings and people of America.

Shattering glass and tumbling rubble descended like a black rain; smoke filled the skies as everything from high rise hotels to Gas Stations detonated in a grand show of Soviet power; as even now, vast assaults began at other key points along the West Coast; every where from New York City, where soviet Submarines had secreted themselves in the Hudson; to New England where great tentacled arms rose to devour ships and docks whole...

The Amphibious Assault Craft impacted on the beaches and the Cuban tide surged forward; assault rifles blazing as they roared in support of the Motherland. Some bore explosive devices strapped to their bodies; an indication of how far the cause would take them....

OOC: sorry to intrude but Chronosia if you want to see a adult biomech fight check out Makhailian Revolution-again very sorry for cutting in.

OOC: Np; just so you know, this is my Earth CnC nation; I play as communist Cuba :D

***On all televisions throughout Spain***
(Loud Music, Hammer and Sickle shows. President Emilio Sanchez appears. He is shown in his furnished office, with the two flags of Communist Spain behind him)
"People of Spain, members of the Proletariat: I bring news of what has just happened. As of fifteen minutes ago, at 12AM, Soviet soldiers stormed into the the capitalist monstrosity known as the United States. The people of the United States will finally see revolution. Our allies in Cuba, also, have attacked the United States in Florida. In the great names of Comrades Lenin and Marx, we have declared war on the United States of America and it's evil capitalist dictators."

At that moment, Spanish bases were set up in Pais Vasco and in areas near the French and Portugese borders. Spanish conscripts marched up and down the borders. Spain had locked itself to the Allied world.

BERLIN

Chancellor Zander was in the middle of addressing the Bundestag when he recieved word of the events in the United States. Immediately, the video feed put on most German television networks, and he began to speak.

"Fellow Germans, and fellow freedom-loving men everywhere, today is a grim day. The United States has been brutally attacked by the Soviet Union. Liberty itself is under attack. We must act in some way. Otherwise, before we know it, our fatherland will be under attack, our women will be raped, and our homes burned and looted by the Red Army. Therefore, it is with great pain and sorrow in my heart that I ask this assembly to declare war on the Soviet Union and her allies."

The video feed cut to supporters outside the Reichstag, waving the German flag and chanting slogans such as "Death to Communism! Deutschland Uber Alles! God Bless the USA!"

The Bundestag also passed a motion to allow national conscription, and converting industry for wartime purposes. Already, the German Army had sealed off the border with Poland. Prism Tanks were patrolling the border, along with Tank Destroyers and Grizzlies.

The Navy had put to sea as well, patrolling for Soviet submarine incursions.

It wouldn't be like the last war at all. This time, Germany was ready.

OOC: Sevaris, wouldn't that be the Reichstag, since there was no Nazi Germany? Sorry, just a little off-topic.

OOC: Not sure what Armandian Cheese is doing, so I'm holding off in America for now.

IC:

The German-Polish Border

The announcement by Chancellor Zander had not gone unnoticed by Premier Romanov of the USSR. When he saw it, he smiled and said to himself, "Yes.....go, support your doomed ally.....you will die as well, I will ensure it."

He began to increase Soviet troop numbers along the German-Polish border, taking care to add more V3's as well as more tanks. He wanted the Germans to feel the impending doom he had in store for them.

More and more Soviet Mechanized Battalions, made up of Conscripts and Yuri Clones crammed into Flak Tracks, backed up by Rhino and Apocalypse tanks, piled up at installations all over the border. The Soviets tried to keep their intentions a secret, but alas, it was inevitable that everybody was going to know eventually. After all, it was hard to hide some 100,000-150,000 men and accompanying supplies, along with several divisions of rockets and tanks, and accompanying Kirov Airships.

Finally, at about 9:00 AM GMT, some several hours after the initial American incursion, Field Marshal Georgi Tukachevsky got the order to strike.

He then radioed his numerous V3 installations and Kirov Crews, some 600-1000 V3's and tens of thousands of Kirovs, to bombard the German positions in preparation for the assault to come.

The V3 and Kirov crews got ready, and soon they were off, the V3's firing their deadly rockets at the German bases and the Kirovs flying low and menacingly over the enemy, mercilessly targeting enemy troop convoys and entrenchments, plus Chrono Miners.

In The Far East

"So.....the shrimp want to play rough. Well show them....."

Romanov scoffed at the Koreans. To him, their little nation was wrong to attack him, after all, they were a mere peninsula, he commanded the resources of a transcontinental nation, spanning eleven time zones!

He ordered a full air and amphibious assault on Northern Korea. Before long, 15 Dreadnoughts, 100 Sea Scorpions, and 100 Giant Squids and countless transports and submarine escorts, moved to land at Hungham from Vladivostok.

Meanwhile, also from Vladivostok, an armada of Kirovs and MiG's (about 1,000+ Kirov's and a similar number of MiG's) soon flew to try and dominate the airspace over Korea.

The Kirovs and MiG's soon flew close to the Korean shoreline, and began to do their deadly work, looking for Korean Aircraft to shoot down and bases, Chrono Miners, and troop convoys to bomb.

Sanchez viewed the German's announcement. He spoke, not to anyone in particular: "My dear Chancellor. If you wish to defy the World Socialist Alliance, then you must go through Spain to do it."
Spanish submarines were moving into German waters north of Germany. Mind-controlled squids accompanied the submarines. A telegram was sent by Sanchez to Romanov:
My Premier,
Our navy stands poised to strike the Germans.
We will attack Northern Germany on your order, Romanov."
My plans will soon bring me to attack neutral Portugal.
Thank you for your support of Spain.
Emilio Sanchez
President
Socialist Republic of Spain

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Libya, a Communist Paradise
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He stepped to the podium, his tie and suit neat. 'Master' was all people called him, the cruel dictator of Libya. However, the people still loved him....and were quiet if they did not, with the whole place surrounded by Tesla Troopers. Attack Dogs were led in circles around the place by common Conscripts; the job was too low for the preferred Tesla Troopers.

'Master' cleared his throat. What he was about to do was likely to shake the foundations of the earth.

"Today is a day for Libya upon which our country will shake the earth. The Wrold Socialist Alliance, which we are proud to be a part of, is revenging the other war, the war before. WE SHALL FREE OURSELVES FROM THESE CHAINS THAT THE CAPITALISTS HAVE WROUGHT UPON US, CHAINING OUR BODY AND SOUL. The hope of the world lies with the Soviets. America, that land of dogs, that land of capitalists who would sell their own mothers for money, is being attacked. Let it, for it will fall to our combined might. Even now, our Kirov airships are moving through the straits of Gibralter, which are protected by our ally, Spain. A fleet is moving into America-supporting Europe. And the world shall fall."

'Master' broke in laughter, endless, terrible, laughter. And, as he had said, the Libyans were moving. And America would be awash with Demolition Trucks.

OOC: Since no one controls Portugal, I am going to take it over. I am assuming them to have Allied tech although they are not Allied.
IC:
The Portugese soldier wandered up and down the Spanish border, M-16 on his back, smoking a cigarette. He crushed it out when he suddenly heard footsteps. He began to run back to base, but he suddenly was shot.
The silenced pistol made no noise as it shot the Portugese. The Spanish army of Conscripts began moving into Portugal. The army moved into the maximum range for the V3 rockets of the base. The V3 rockets stopped, and Rhinos and Flak Tracks took defensive positions around them. The V3 rockets raised up from the trucks, and the missiles flew up into the sky toward the Portugese base.

OOC: Sevaris, wouldn't that be the Reichstag, since there was no Nazi Germany? Sorry, just a little off-topic.


OOC: Yes, it is- but I assumed that the Germans became a Republic at some point, and that they probably renamed the assembly the Bundestag- my guess, anyway.

OOC: Not sure what Armandian Cheese is doing, so I'm holding off in America for now.

IC:

The German-Polish Border

The announcement by Chancellor Zander had not gone unnoticed by Premier Romanov of the USSR. When he saw it, he smiled and said to himself, "Yes.....go, support your doomed ally.....you will die as well, I will ensure it."

He began to increase Soviet troop numbers along the German-Polish border, taking care to add more V3's as well as more tanks. He wanted the Germans to feel the impending doom he had in store for them.

More and more Soviet Mechanized Battalions, made up of Conscripts and Yuri Clones crammed into Flak Tracks, backed up by Rhino and Apocalypse tanks, piled up at installations all over the border. The Soviets tried to keep their intentions a secret, but alas, it was inevitable that everybody was going to know eventually. After all, it was hard to hide some 100,000-150,000 men and accompanying supplies, along with several divisions of rockets and tanks, and accompanying Kirov Airships.

Finally, at about 9:00 AM GMT, some several hours after the initial American incursion, Field Marshal Georgi Tukachevsky got the order to strike.

He then radioed his numerous V3 installations and Kirov Crews, some 600-1000 V3's and tens of thousands of Kirovs, to bombard the German positions in preparation for the assault to come.

The V3 and Kirov crews got ready, and soon they were off, the V3's firing their deadly rockets at the German bases and the Kirovs flying low and menacingly over the enemy, mercilessly targeting enemy troop convoys and entrenchments, plus Chrono Miners.

In The Far East

"So.....the shrimp want to play rough. Well show them....."

Romanov scoffed at the Koreans. To him, their little nation was wrong to attack him, after all, they were a mere peninsula, he commanded the resources of a transcontinental nation, spanning eleven time zones!

He ordered a full air and amphibious assault on Northern Korea. Before long, 15 Dreadnoughts, 100 Sea Scorpions, and 100 Giant Squids and countless transports and submarine escorts, moved to land at Hungham from Vladivostok.

Meanwhile, also from Vladivostok, an armada of Kirovs and MiG's (about 1,000+ Kirov's and a similar number of MiG's) soon flew to try and dominate the airspace over Korea.

The Kirovs and MiG's soon flew close to the Korean shoreline, and began to do their deadly work, looking for Korean Aircraft to shoot down and bases, Chrono Miners, and troop convoys to bomb.

Field Marshal Von Hapen was in his headquarters near the border. The onslaught had arrived. He told one of his subordinates, "Throw everything we've got into battle. We must hold the advance on Berlin as long as possible. Radio High Command, tell them to evacuate the government as soon as possible- and call for reinforcements."

He looked on the display screen from satellites watching the battle- German and Soviet tanks duking it out, with the air defences trying to hold off the waves upon waves of Kirovs. "God help us all," he murmured....

ON THE BATTLEFIELD

The German armoured divisions advanced at lightning speed to meet the Soviet threat, barrages of deadly light beams and shells were being hurled at the Soviet armies. Tank Destroyers accompanied as well, picking off vehicles as they came across them. It was very hard to manuever though, given the masses of destroyed vehicles and dead men on both sides.

Above, the Harriers were weaving in and out of flak and between the Kirovs, trying to reach the flak track convoys. Many of them did not make it, however, a few did and unleashed their deadly cargo.

AT SEA

The German Second Fleet had been out at sea waiting for the coming threat. Dolphin teams had been deployed to counteract the squids, while Destroyers and Aircraft Carriers were there to strike at any naval units.

In The Far East

"So.....the shrimp want to play rough. Well show them....."

Romanov scoffed at the Koreans. To him, their little nation was wrong to attack him, after all, they were a mere peninsula, he commanded the resources of a transcontinental nation, spanning eleven time zones!

He ordered a full air and amphibious assault on Northern Korea. Before long, 15 Dreadnoughts, 100 Sea Scorpions, and 100 Giant Squids and countless transports and submarine escorts, moved to land at Hungham from Vladivostok.

Meanwhile, also from Vladivostok, an armada of Kirovs and MiG's (about 1,000+ Kirov's and a similar number of MiG's) soon flew to try and dominate the airspace over Korea.

The Kirovs and MiG's soon flew close to the Korean shoreline, and began to do their deadly work, looking for Korean Aircraft to shoot down and bases, Chrono Miners, and troop convoys to bomb.

Border Garrison: Hungham:

Jin Lue was a lowly border guard along the coast of Northern Korea. He was an average soldier, standing no more that around 5'5'', and was like other Asians, slightly skinny, and looking quite young for his age. He, like many others had been at his job for years, with no hope of action, nor a promotion. However, with the recent declaration of war against the Soviet juggernaut to the north, things were about to get exciting for Jin, although, it wasn't quite what he had in mind...

"See anything?" asked a fellow soldier sitting down near Jin.
"Not a God damn thing..." Jin replied.
The fellow soldier was Chun Lei. Like Jin, Chun had enlisted at the same time as Jin had. They both went through the same training camp and had grown into close friends. Also like Jin, Chun also dreamed of some action, and would also recieve more tha he wished for.

"Still? They declared war over 12 hours ago!"
"You know those damn Communists. They're all the same, cunning, sneaky, and without honor. They're problably waiting to bore us to death, and strike when we least expect it."

Chun only chuckled at his friend's remark, and shook his head lightly.

"You know, the way the Soviets are, you'll probably hear them from ten miles away, and see them 5 miles away, with the way they love to hoard everything all at once, and come charging, and screaming. They won't be able to sneak up on a drugged rat, let alone our ready forces."

Jin laughed and smiled, "Your right, when they come, we'll be ready. We're waiting for them this time, unlike our American friends."

Jin had no idea just how wrong he was...

Jin peered through his binoculars. Along the horizon, the a dark shadow loomed. "What the hell?..." Jin zoomed in. He found himself peering at the trademark shark grin of a Kirov Airship. He zoomed out a little, faced thousands of the same sinister smiles.

"Oh, shi..."

Su Il Airbase, Wosan:
Home to the 21st fighter squadron (Black Eagles)

The deafening drone of the air raid siren blared over the base.
"Go, go go!" Shouted a few pilots.

Radar had picked up massive contacts along the northern coast. Such huge contact could only have been made either by something huge, or a hurricane. Chances were, it wasn't a hurricane.

Some of the Black Eagles had already finished their preflight checklist, while others had lifted of, and awaiting the rest of their flight. Tension, and anxiety hung heavy in the air.

Kyung was one of the pilots that had already taken off.

"Damn it...," she thought, "Just a few more days before my tour was up... God damn Communists..."

She looked down into her cockpit. Her radar scope was patched into the radar network along the Korean border. She saw a single mass glowing on her screen.

A slightly garbled voice spoke over the radio. "Reports say that the attack against the coast of Hungham has already begun. They say that there are at least 2,000 confirmed airborne contacts alone. Clearance has been given for supersonic intercept over our route to Hungham. Good Luck, out."

Two thousand?!?! thought Kyung.
"Alright, Sune Flight, Dragon Flight, Il'nen, in formation, now!" Shouted Kyung.

Some 300 planes including Kyung's formed up on the flight leader. One plane hovered slightly above each other, allowing each pair to see each other's blindspot. It was a tactic learned from the first War against the Soveits, that allowed them to face the numericaly superior Reds without being picked off by a jet they couldn't see.

The formation had been completed, and the jets slowly accelerated to mach 1, and sped towards Hungham. The roar of the engines drowned out the drone of the siren, and the entire base trembled from the roar. Windows shattered, but it was nothing compared to the devastation that was occuring in Hungham.

Return to Border Garrison, Hungham:

"Get some artillery over here!" Shouted a GI, who could not be seen amid the explosions, dirt and bodies that littered the land everywhere the eye could see.

It was only 15 minutes since the Black Eagles in Wosan had taken off, yet the devasation caused in that time was incredible.

Kirov airships had blotted out the sun as they unleashed their deadly cargo upon the hapless GIs. Over 300 had been killed in the first wave, and there were still more Kirovs to be seen in the distance. Migs had struck down what few jets there were in the city. Air support would not be regained until Kyung and the rest of her flight had arrived. They were still at least a minute a way. A minute that would cost hundreds more in lives.

Jin was still with Chun in a trench along the coast. There were nearly 50 Patriots in that line alone. Together, they launched at least 200 missiles in the time since the atttack began, they worked to devasting effect, although among the hoard, it was impossible to tell just how they affected the course of main attack.

Prism towers had been all but devasted, there were only a few that remained operational. Early in the attack, they had struck many of the Transports long before they reached the shore, but there were simply too many, and hoards of Conscripts had landed. There were at least 20 pill boxes, but like the prism towers, their effectivness was short lived.

"Fucking Commies!" Shouted Jin, as he sprayed his rifle into the air. The concentration of planes was so thick, he was bound to hit something.

Around him the battle raged on, screams, and wailing cries could be heard just as well as the screech of jets, and the thunder of bombs. There was suffering as far as Jin could see. This was a war that was sure to devestate lives well into the foreseeable future.

Field Marshal Von Hapen was in his headquarters near the border. The onslaught had arrived. He told one of his subordinates, "Throw everything we've got into battle. We must hold the advance on Berlin as long as possible. Radio High Command, tell them to evacuate the government as soon as possible- and call for reinforcements."

He looked on the display screen from satellites watching the battle- German and Soviet tanks duking it out, with the air defences trying to hold off the waves upon waves of Kirovs. "God help us all," he murmured....

ON THE BATTLEFIELD

The German armoured divisions advanced at lightning speed to meet the Soviet threat, barrages of deadly light beams and shells were being hurled at the Soviet armies. Tank Destroyers accompanied as well, picking off vehicles as they came across them. It was very hard to manuever though, given the masses of destroyed vehicles and dead men on both sides.

Above, the Harriers were weaving in and out of flak and between the Kirovs, trying to reach the flak track convoys. Many of them did not make it, however, a few did and unleashed their deadly cargo.

AT SEA

The German Second Fleet had been out at sea waiting for the coming threat. Dolphin teams had been deployed to counteract the squids, while Destroyers and Aircraft Carriers were there to strike at any naval units.


Casualties for the Flak Tracks were minimal, but for the tanks, it was a different story.

Large numbers of Apocalypse tanks and Rhinos were taken down, and though the blitz continued, Tukachevsky could not help being shocked at the large initial casualties.

He nonetheless elected to press on. Damnit, he couldn't give up now, Romanov would have the KGB at him. He ordered the assault to continue, he also scrambled about 1,000 MiG fighters, something he should have done earlier.

On the ground, the remaining Apocalypses and Rhinos too struggled through the necropolis of ruined tanks, along with the waves of Conscripts. They fired at their enemies, spraying them with AK fire, explosive flak shells and tank shots, but resistance proved fierce as they moved forward.

The Kirovs in the air continued their remorseless bombardment, they began providing support to their comrades on the ground. MiG's now in the sky also began going on patrol for Allied Harriers, and they met some in fierce dogfights.

AT SEA:

The Soviet Baltic Fleet soon began to engage the Germans. Soviet Sea Scorpions began firing away at the planes emerging from the Aircraft Carriers, and Soviet Subs, escorted by Squids, began making torpedo runs on German ships.

Soviet Dreadnoughts soon began firing away, targeting the Germans from a distance with their onboard V3's.

OOC: Not meaning to complain; but poor Cuba is being left out :P

Border Garrison: Hungham:

Jin Lue was a lowly border guard along the coast of Northern Korea. He was an average soldier, standing no more that around 5'5'', and was like other Asians, slightly skinny, and looking quite young for his age. He, like many others had been at his job for years, with no hope of action, nor a promotion. However, with the recent declaration of war against the Soviet juggernaut to the north, things were about to get exciting for Jin, although, it wasn't quite what he had in mind...

"See anything?" asked a fellow soldier sitting down near Jin.
"Not a God damn thing..." Jin replied.
The fellow soldier was Chun Lei. Like Jin, Chun had enlisted at the same time as Jin had. They both went through the same training camp and had grown into close friends. Also like Jin, Chun also dreamed of some action, and would also recieve more tha he wished for.

"Still? They declared war over 12 hours ago!"
"You know those damn Communists. They're all the same, cunning, sneaky, and without honor. They're problably waiting to bore us to death, and strike when we least expect it."

Chun only chuckled at his friend's remark, and shook his head lightly.

"You know, the way the Soviets are, you'll probably hear them from ten miles away, and see them 5 miles away, with the way they love to hoard everything all at once, and come charging, and screaming. They won't be able to sneak up on a drugged rat, let alone our ready forces."

Jin laughed and smiled, "Your right, when they come, we'll be ready. We're waiting for them this time, unlike our American friends."

Jin had no idea just how wrong he was...

Jin peered through his binoculars. Along the horizon, the a dark shadow loomed. "What the hell?..." Jin zoomed in. He found himself peering at the trademark shark grin of a Kirov Airship. He zoomed out a little, faced thousands of the same sinister smiles.

"Oh, shi..."

Su Il Airbase, Wosan:
Home to the 21st fighter squadron (Black Eagles)

The deafening drone of the air raid siren blared over the base.
"Go, go go!" Shouted a few pilots.

Radar had picked up massive contacts along the northern coast. Such huge contact could only have been made either by something huge, or a hurricane. Chances were, it wasn't a hurricane.

Some of the Black Eagles had already finished their preflight checklist, while others had lifted of, and awaiting the rest of their flight. Tension, and anxiety hung heavy in the air.

Kyung was one of the pilots that had already taken off.

"Damn it...," she thought, "Just a few more days before my tour was up... God damn Communists..."

She looked down into her cockpit. Her radar scope was patched into the radar network along the Korean border. She saw a single mass glowing on her screen.

A slightly garbled voice spoke over the radio. "Reports say that the attack against the coast of Hungham has already begun. They say that there are at least 2,000 confirmed airborne contacts alone. Clearance has been given for supersonic intercept over our route to Hungham. Good Luck, out."

Two thousand?!?! thought Kyung.
"Alright, Sune Flight, Dragon Flight, Il'nen, in formation, now!" Shouted Kyung.

Some 300 planes including Kyung's formed up on the flight leader. One plane hovered slightly above each other, allowing each pair to see each other's blindspot. It was a tactic learned from the first War against the Soveits, that allowed them to face the numericaly superior Reds without being picked off by a jet they couldn't see.

The formation had been completed, and the jets slowly accelerated to mach 1, and sped towards Hungham. The roar of the engines drowned out the drone of the siren, and the entire base trembled from the roar. Windows shattered, but it was nothing compared to the devastation that was occuring in Hungham.

Return to Border Garrison, Hungham:

"Get some artillery over here!" Shouted a GI, who could not be seen amid the explosions, dirt and bodies that littered the land everywhere the eye could see.

It was only 15 minutes since the Black Eagles in Wosan had taken off, yet the devasation caused in that time was incredible.

Kirov airships had blotted out the sun as they unleashed their deadly cargo upon the hapless GIs. Over 300 had been killed in the first wave, and there were still more Kirovs to be seen in the distance. Migs had struck down what few jets there were in the city. Air support would not be regained until Kyung and the rest of her flight had arrived. They were still at least a minute a way. A minute that would cost hundreds more in lives.

Jin was still with Chun in a trench along the coast. There were nearly 50 Patriots in that line alone. Together, they launched at least 200 missiles in the time since the atttack began, they worked to devasting effect, although among the hoard, it was impossible to tell just how they affected the course of main attack.

Prism towers had been all but devasted, there were only a few that remained operational. Early in the attack, they had struck many of the Transports long before they reached the shore, but there were simply too many, and hoards of Conscripts had landed. There were at least 20 pill boxes, but like the prism towers, their effectivness was short lived.

"Fucking Commies!" Shouted Jin, as he sprayed his rifle into the air. The concentration of planes was so thick, he was bound to hit something.

Around him the battle raged on, screams, and wailing cries could be heard just as well as the screech of jets, and the thunder of bombs. There was suffering as far as Jin could see. This was a war that was sure to devestate lives well into the foreseeable future.


The Soviet Conscript hordes moved forward from the beaches. The naval support thrown in behind this landing had paid off, resulting in what seemed to be a violent, but evanescent fight for the beach. The SOviets laughed, they had expected more from the Koreans. Yet their defenses had collapsed and they were going in land.

The Soviets rushed in, they had sustained massive air and land casualties, but they persevered nonetheless, landing more and more men. Many Kirovs had died, many MiG's were shot down, but just as many had lived to begin dropping tons of bombs in support of their comrades on the ground. It looked as if the Koreans may very well lose Hungham, such was the mass of men and aircraft swamping the Koreans.

Then, one of the MiG's in the air picked up something.

"Comrade, we have Korean jets, coming in fast....."

The fllight leader said, "Comrade, we will dispense of these shrimps soon enough. They are few.....we are many, the People's will shall overpwoer them."

Still, they didn't know that the Koreans were using an old tactic, hovering their planes slightly above one another. When the Koreans came in, the flight leader boldly said, "EAT S**T!"

He then had his men charge the incoming Black Eagles, firing their cannons at them.

OOC: Not meaning to complain; but poor Cuba is being left out :P

Sorry. I'm waiting for Armandian Cheese to reply.....if he hates this, I can delete it.

IC:

The Soviet Field Marshal in Cuba, Lomonsonov, smiled as the Soviet Navy hit the beaches of Miami. Soviet and Cuban Conscripts landed on Miami Beach, V3's from Dreadnoughts, Kirov Airships and MiG's reduced the famous hotels and nightclubs to rubble in thier mad quest to reduce any resistance and Rhinos and Apocalypses made mincemeat of Miami PD and what reserves the Florida National Guard could spare.

He expected more from Yankee Doodle. Yet, as it was, High Command elected to load the dice in favor of themselves. He personally wanted a fair fight, but still, he was content to win out this way.

Along the Eastern seaboard indeed, this scene was playing out, as Soviet forces were slamming the heck out of the US Coastal cities, sinking ships with Subs, eating them with squids, and bombing them with Kirovs and MiG's, as well as doing conventional landings.

Already, his force of 250,000 Soviets was poised to joined the Cubans in taking South Florida and the rest of the state in a matter of weeks, as long as the US remained prostrate. Other armies of 50,000-75,000 man strong, aided by the fantastic technologies made by the Soviets, siezed parts of Rhode Island, Long Island, and New Jersey, and Soviet Naval forces were in range of NYC and Boston.

Good thing Castro was cozy with Romanov, otherwise, this part of the war would never have happened. He liked the fact some of the Cubans strapped explosives onto themselves and ran into the enemy, he found the practice instilled fear in the Florida National Guard, and it even broke them when they tried to stop the Soviets and Cubans from taking Coconut Grove.

He also had a good opporunity to test out the Yuri Clones given to him by the Psy-Corps. He found them ridiculously useful, as many vigilantes and would be guerillas from both Miami PD and the Florida National Guard found themselves glazed-eyed, and in love with everything Soviet, turning on their buddies.

He smiled, and called his Cuban comrade-in-arms.

He then said, "Comrade! What is our plan now....Miami is ours, we must move north quickly, before it is too late......do you concur?"

As Spanish Dreadnoughts floated in to German waters, fighting their way through German naval vessels, squids maneuvered through the enemy fleet, distracting them off the Dreadnoughts and Transports. The transports did a final run for the beach, and though almost one fourth were destroyed, many of them still landed in the Fatherland. As many Rhinos and Apocalypses drove off of the transports, the Spanish flag was raised over a recently build Construction Yard.
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IN PORTUGAL

The Portugese GIs had no chance against the waves and waves of Spanish Conscripts. The bases were overrun. As the Spanish approached Lisbon, it was all over. Instead of the Portugese flag flying, it was a white flag of surrender. GIs all over had their hands up in surrender.
one hour later, Portugal was officially annexxed by the Socialist Republic of Spain.

Casualties for the Flak Tracks were minimal, but for the tanks, it was a different story.

Large numbers of Apocalypse tanks and Rhinos were taken down, and though the blitz continued, Tukachevsky could not help being shocked at the large initial casualties.

He nonetheless elected to press on. Damnit, he couldn't give up now, Romanov would have the KGB at him. He ordered the assault to continue, he also scrambled about 1,000 MiG fighters, something he should have done earlier.

On the ground, the remaining Apocalypses and Rhinos too struggled through the necropolis of ruined tanks, along with the waves of Conscripts. They fired at their enemies, spraying them with AK fire, explosive flak shells and tank shots, but resistance proved fierce as they moved forward.

The Kirovs in the air continued their remorseless bombardment, they began providing support to their comrades on the ground. MiG's now in the sky also began going on patrol for Allied Harriers, and they met some in fierce dogfights.

AT SEA:

The Soviet Baltic Fleet soon began to engage the Germans. Soviet Sea Scorpions began firing away at the planes emerging from the Aircraft Carriers, and Soviet Subs, escorted by Squids, began making torpedo runs on German ships.

Soviet Dreadnoughts soon began firing away, targeting the Germans from a distance with their onboard V3's.

The Patriot batteries finally came online, firing as much as they possibly could into the sky- causing the sky to turn black with smoke. The Harriers managed to avoid them, and started attacking the Kirovs as well as the MiGs.

On the ground, Von Hapen studied the latest tactical map- German forces had only lost a little bit of ground, but the situation looked rather grim- casualties were piling up for the Germans. He could only hope the same was true for the Russians. He also knew that they had to hold, to give Berlin as much time as possible to fortify and for the government to evacuate. He then ordered all German forces in the area to advance on the Soviet positions, and remaining base defences to be activated.

On the field, the tanks continued their advance through the scrapheap of battered tanks the plains had become. GIs supported the advance, firing off their G-36s at as many Soviets as they could spot.

AT SEA

The German fleet was taken aback by the initial attack. They scattered to try to avoid the Dreadnaughts, while the destroyers' helicopters took off to take out the subs. The dolphin teams were in position, trying to distract and hold off the squids.

Meanwhile, a few destroyers, AEGIS cruisers, and Aircraft Carriers slipped away from the formation and went out to find and destroy the dreadnaughts.

As Spanish Dreadnoughts floated in to German waters, fighting their way through German naval vessels, squids maneuvered through the enemy fleet, distracting them off the Dreadnoughts and Transports. The transports did a final run for the beach, and though almost one fourth were destroyed, many of them still landed in the Fatherland. As many Rhinos and Apocalypses drove off of the transports, the Spanish flag was raised over a recently build Construction Yard.
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IN PORTUGAL

The Portugese GIs had no chance against the waves and waves of Spanish Conscripts. The bases were overrun. As the Spanish approached Lisbon, it was all over. Instead of the Portugese flag flying, it was a white flag of surrender. GIs all over had their hands up in surrender.
one hour later, Portugal was officially annexxed by the Socialist Republic of Spain.

The German vessels in the area fell back, to try to regroup and get help. However, they weren't giving up.

Over the hill near the beach, hundreds of Grizzlies and Prism tanks appeared. East of the base, what looked like a forest seemingly transformed into a group of tanks. The formation of Mirage Tanks began advancing on the base as well. The skies soon were darkened by Harriers coming in low and fast, to try and cripple the Spanish.

Behind the tanks, thousands of soldiers followed. They were ready to kill, nay, massacre any invader who dared set foot on the German fatherland.

The Apocalypses and Rhinos continued firing, and Flak Tracks fired in the air at the Harriers. "Keep it up, Comrades!" yelled a Conscript, "We only have to hold them long enough for the Soviets to get a good foothold in Germany."
Yuri clones began piling out of the flak tracks, and focused mind controlling effort on the enemy prism tanks. They all said simultaneously: "My will is stronger than yours. Join Spain. Join the Communists for a revolution in the great, brave Fatherland: Come to Yuri."
AT SEA
The Dreadnoughts began pulling back from combat, as were the submarines and few remaining amphibious transports. The squids remained, covering the retreat.

Director Raphael Sambor stood on the balcony, dressed in full military garb, his numerous metals and declarations gleaming in the high noon sun.

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Below him, marched forces saluting their leader as he prepared to give a speech to the nation and to the world.

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People of Australia, of the world hear me. For to long has the yoke of America laid heavy upon our shoulders. Today, we along with our many allies are striking against this evil!

Cheers from onlookers resound through out the massive square, drowning out any chance of him speaking for nearly a minute.

The homeland of the Beast is under assault as we speak; soon its demonic allies will fall to our power, the power of the people! Today we declare a united Oceania, under the Soviet banner. Our glorious lands, large and small will be lead to victory! Our closest allies of New Zealand are also preparing for glorious conflict.

Today we shall throw off the yoke of oppression and bring about a new age, an age for the people!

~At Sea~

A massive naval force is slinking just out of sight of Korean detection, waiting for the Soviet strike. Receiving conformation of an attack the Dreadnaughts begin firing their massive V3 rockets in voles at Korea, supporting the Russian forces already at landfall.

More transports depart from the fleet, under escort of subs and flaks. Seeing the swarm of fighters many break off and begin aiding the MiGs engaged with the Korean Black Eagles.

The Patriot batteries finally came online, firing as much as they possibly could into the sky- causing the sky to turn black with smoke. The Harriers managed to avoid them, and started attacking the Kirovs as well as the MiGs.

On the ground, Von Hapen studied the latest tactical map- German forces had only lost a little bit of ground, but the situation looked rather grim- casualties were piling up for the Germans. He could only hope the same was true for the Russians. He also knew that they had to hold, to give Berlin as much time as possible to fortify and for the government to evacuate. He then ordered all German forces in the area to advance on the Soviet positions, and remaining base defences to be activated.

On the field, the tanks continued their advance through the scrapheap of battered tanks the plains had become. GIs supported the advance, firing off their G-36s at as many Soviets as they could spot.

AT SEA

The German fleet was taken aback by the initial attack. They scattered to try to avoid the Dreadnaughts, while the destroyers' helicopters took off to take out the subs. The dolphin teams were in position, trying to distract and hold off the squids.

Meanwhile, a few destroyers, AEGIS cruisers, and Aircraft Carriers slipped away from the formation and went out to find and destroy the dreadnaughts.

AT SEA:

The Soviet fleet soon struck back, the Sea Scorpions scooting about furiously, looking to try and take out the helicopters with their Flak guns, firing at them every chance they got.

The Dolphins were giving the squids a bit of a time, as their sonic attacks were making the Squids go crazy. The Squids then tried to attack the dolphins, frantically grasping for them using their tentacles and swimming about like mad.

The Dreadnoughts' onboard radar soon spotted the incoming ships. They broke off their initial attack, and began to try and manuever into a safer position to try and find their attackers. Their submarine escorts soon divided into two groups, one stayed to cover the Dreadnoughts, the other went on the warpath, trying to find their German adversaries.

Admiral Kerensky heard of the incoming Spanish landings, he was both overjoyed and saddened at the news. Overjoyed because he knew a second front was opened, saddened because he was busy trying to get the Germans off of him.

He had to get to them somehow.....

On Land:

Tukachevsky was pulling his hair out. The casualties were heavy, typical Russian casualties, but what concerned him was the heavy loss of Kirovs and MiG's-some 200 MiG's and 500 Kirovs were downed by Patriot Missiles. He needed those things for air support, he knew that he had to do something. Nevermind that, the Germans had him in a vise....Von Papen had stonewalled him, and his blitz was slowing up.

He nonetheless wanted to get this thing moving as soon as possible. He began to direct the ground commanders to use the Yuri Clones in their possessition to do something about this mess.....

Meanwhile, the Russians so far were slogging their way forward. They continued to move forward in a blitz formation, with Rhinos firing upon the enemy tanks, and Flak Tracks with Conscripts following. The Flak tracks took the opportunity to fire upon Harriers in the air and infantry on the ground, furiously charging forward along with their comrades.

Then, upon command, they dumped out their cargo of Conscripts, however, in the mix, were several teams of Yuri Clones.

They walked up to the German Grizzlies and their accompanying Tank Destroyers, waved their hands at them, stared them down, and commanded to them: "Be one with the Soviet Empire........Be One With Us..........."

After several minutes, in a scene that replayed itself all over the Eastern Front, the tanks stopped, and after several minutes, began to drive again.

The Yuris then pointed to the Patriot batteries nearby. They then commanded the Grizzlies: "GO!"

The Grizzlies soon drove towards the Patriot batteries, firing away at them. The Tank Destroyers were soon commanded to attack those Grizzlies that had not been subverted by the Soviets, and they went on a mad rampage.

The remaining MiG's and Kirovs, meanwhile, soon changed direction and tried to perform evasive manuevers, flying in numerous directions to escape the Patriot missiles. The Kirovs were slower, and many got hit, suffering moderate damage. The MiG's were luckier, but still.......

The Soviet Conscript hordes moved forward from the beaches. The naval support thrown in behind this landing had paid off, resulting in what seemed to be a violent, but evanescent fight for the beach. The SOviets laughed, they had expected more from the Koreans. Yet their defenses had collapsed and they were going in land.

The Soviets rushed in, they had sustained massive air and land casualties, but they persevered nonetheless, landing more and more men. Many Kirovs had died, many MiG's were shot down, but just as many had lived to begin dropping tons of bombs in support of their comrades on the ground. It looked as if the Koreans may very well lose Hungham, such was the mass of men and aircraft swamping the Koreans.

Then, one of the MiG's in the air picked up something.

"Comrade, we have Korean jets, coming in fast....."

The fllight leader said, "Comrade, we will dispense of these shrimps soon enough. They are few.....we are many, the People's will shall overpwoer them."

Still, they didn't know that the Koreans were using an old tactic, hovering their planes slightly above one another. When the Koreans came in, the flight leader boldly said, "EAT S**T!"

He then had his men charge the incoming Black Eagles, firing their cannons at them.

Air Battle, Hungham:

Kyung scoffed as she watched the Soviet fighters careening towards them.
“Amateurs…”she said.
She flipped up the cover on her trigger, and squeezed. “Fire at will!” she shouted “And watch your tail, these Soviets are idiot pilots, but never underestimate concentrated stupidity!”
She launched two missiles, each at separate targets. All other BEs followed. 600 missiles in all were sent screaming towards the Mig hoard. Immediately after launching their missiles, the Black Eagles pulled up, split formation into two more groups, and took evasive action around the pathetic cannon fire. Some jets were hit, but with only slight damage. It didn’t seem that the Soviets had taken much time to aim.

The Black Eagles were a moderately stealthy fighter, and many had managed to sneak up on the Mig fighters. The force of over 300 planes had split up into two waves, both flanking opposite ends of the fighter armada in the sky. The Soviets would have no choice but to split their forces and face them both, or be destroyed from behind, as they charged the first wave.

Ground Battle, Hungham:

The Conscript hoard mad it seem that the ground it self was moving. However, their tight grouping made them easy prey for the spray of machine gun fire that blanketed the battlefield.

Jin and Chun were still in their trench, emptying their magazines at a dizzying rate.
“We’re gonna have to pull back soon, or we’ll be overrun!” Shouted Chun.
“I know!” Jin responded, “But we’ve got a little surprise for them!”
Chun looked at Jin for a second, not understanding what he meant, at that instant, a bullet hit Chun in the shoulder. “Aragh!” Chun shouted as he collapsed in the trench.
“Oh, fuck! Are you alright?!?!”
“I’ve been better… *Winces*, it’s not bad, I’ll make it. Chun’s breathing became labored. “Don’t worry about me, keep shooting!”
Jin stared at his long time friend, in disbelief, it was the first time any one close to him had ever been hurt like this.
“Shit…” he said under his breath as he raised his rifle and began to fire.

The conscripts continued to charge up the beach. At first their mass numbers were overwhelming, but now, as the battle wore on, many seemed to be slowed by the huge craters that now littered the beach. Concentrated artillery and machine gun fire seemed to be doing its job against troop charges, much as it did in WWI. On the field, Grizzly and Prism tanks along with hundreds of IFVs had finally arrived. The Prisms began to engage the conspripts, while the Grizziles opened fire on the transports and ther IFVs began to launch against the Kirovs.

Jin emptied another magazine, and reached down for another. As he did, he eyed Chun, he wasn’t moving.
“Chun?!, CHUN?!?” shouted Jin, as he moved closer towards him.
Chun didn’t respond. “CHUN!” Jin shouted while he shook his friend lightly. Chun was already dead.
Like any other person who had never experienced death in battle before, Jin felt a sharp mix of emotions, Anger, guilt, sadness…But unlike some, Jin felt anger most of all. Jin reached for his radio.
“Calling in alpha strike in grid square Beta-Charlie. Six-zero-four-four!”
“Strike coordinates confirmed.” Responded a garbled voice.

Miles away, massive cannons began to rumble to life. They pointed their enormous barrels towards the coordinates. They towered men ran in and out of their long shadow. They were huge Grand Cannons that were loaned to the Koreans by the French only weeks before the outbreak of the war, and were placed in critical areas in Korean territory. About ten were in range of Hungham. One by one the huge cannons began to lob their shells over the horizon towards the unsuspecting Soviet troops.

Somewhere in the East sea, Off the coast of Hungham:

“The army’s getting pounded hard out there.” Said the XO.
“Yes, yes they are. But they’ve faced this kind of war before. They can handle it.” Responded the Captain.
The captain was Jong Il Jei. Captain of one of the many carriers that was stationed just outside of the detection zone of the Soviet fleet that had landed in Hungham. It was escorted by at least 10 destroyers, 20 AEGIS vessels, and a few dolphins. So far they had been ordered to stay out of sight, but the word had just arrived for them to finally interviene.
Jong looked across the ocean horizon. “Launch the Hornets…”

OOC: Is this open?

(OOC: No, (Earth C&C) refers to the fact that this is taking place in Earth C&C, and Earth C&C only. If you want to participate, please sign up for it in the Earth C&C Main thread. Link is in my sig. Sorry for not answering sooner.)

Air Battle, Hungham:

Kyung scoffed as she watched the Soviet fighters careening towards them.
“Amateurs…”she said.
She flipped up the cover on her trigger, and squeezed. “Fire at will!” she shouted “And watch your tail, these Soviets are idiot pilots, but never underestimate concentrated stupidity!”
She launched two missiles, each at separate targets. All other BEs followed. 600 missiles in all were sent screaming towards the Mig hoard. Immediately after launching their missiles, the Black Eagles pulled up, split formation into two more groups, and took evasive action around the pathetic cannon fire. Some jets were hit, but with only slight damage. It didn’t seem that the Soviets had taken much time to aim.

The Black Eagles were a moderately stealthy fighter, and many had managed to sneak up on the Mig fighters. The force of over 300 planes had split up into two waves, both flanking opposite ends of the fighter armada in the sky. The Soviets would have no choice but to split their forces and face them both, or be destroyed from behind, as they charged the first wave.

Ground Battle, Hungham:

The Conscript hoard mad it seem that the ground it self was moving. However, their tight grouping made them easy prey for the spray of machine gun fire that blanketed the battlefield.

Jin and Chun were still in their trench, emptying their magazines at a dizzying rate.
“We’re gonna have to pull back soon, or we’ll be overrun!” Shouted Chun.
“I know!” Jin responded, “But we’ve got a little surprise for them!”
Chun looked at Jin for a second, not understanding what he meant, at that instant, a bullet hit Chun in the shoulder. “Aragh!” Chun shouted as he collapsed in the trench.
“Oh, fuck! Are you alright?!?!”
“I’ve been better… *Winces*, it’s not bad, I’ll make it. Chun’s breathing became labored. “Don’t worry about me, keep shooting!”
Jin stared at his long time friend, in disbelief, it was the first time any one close to him had ever been hurt like this.
“Shit…” he said under his breath as he raised his rifle and began to fire.

The conscripts continued to charge up the beach. At first their mass numbers were overwhelming, but now, as the battle wore on, many seemed to be slowed by the huge craters that now littered the beach. Concentrated artillery and machine gun fire seemed to be doing its job against troop charges, much as it did in WWI. On the field, Grizzly and Prism tanks along with hundreds of IFVs had finally arrived. The Prisms began to engage the conspripts, while the Grizziles opened fire on the transports and ther IFVs began to launch against the Kirovs.

Jin emptied another magazine, and reached down for another. As he did, he eyed Chun, he wasn’t moving.
“Chun?!, CHUN?!?” shouted Jin, as he moved closer towards him.
Chun didn’t respond. “CHUN!” Jin shouted while he shook his friend lightly. Chun was already dead.
Like any other person who had never experienced death in battle before, Jin felt a sharp mix of emotions, Anger, guilt, sadness…But unlike some, Jin felt anger most of all. Jin reached for his radio.
“Calling in alpha strike in grid square Beta-Charlie. Six-zero-four-four!”
“Strike coordinates confirmed.” Responded a garbled voice.

Miles away, massive cannons began to rumble to life. They pointed their enormous barrels towards the coordinates. They towered men ran in and out of their long shadow. They were huge Grand Cannons that were loaned to the Koreans by the French only weeks before the outbreak of the war, and were placed in critical areas in Korean territory. About ten were in range of Hungham. One by one the huge cannons began to lob their shells over the horizon towards the unsuspecting Soviet troops.

Somewhere in the East sea, Off the coast of Hungham:

“The army’s getting pounded hard out there.” Said the XO.
“Yes, yes they are. But they’ve faced this kind of war before. They can handle it.” Responded the Captain.
The captain was Jong Il Jei. Captain of one of the many carriers that was stationed just outside of the detection zone of the Soviet fleet that had landed in Hungham. It was escorted by at least 10 destroyers, 20 AEGIS vessels, and a few dolphins. So far they had been ordered to stay out of sight, but the word had just arrived for them to finally interviene.
Jong looked across the ocean horizon. “Launch the Hornets…”


Sure enough, the Soviets sustained some damage, losing 20 MiG's.
Crippling to others, but for the Soviets, meh. They were concerned about the fact the Black Eagles were more numerous and competent than expected.

So, the MiG's switched to missiles and began splitting up to try and defeat both waves. They soon began to try and manuver, trying to get missile locks on the Black Eagles using their heat seekers and other missiles, and firing them off when they could.

The Kirovs too, suffered greatly, some 60-100 had been forced out of the sky. They soon tried what evasive manuevers they could, covering for their comrades on the ground at the same time as they tried to outlast the Koreans.......

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On the ground, the Grand Cannons were felt. Huge holes started to appear in the lines of Conscripts, transports and tanks, and though they were still moving, they were definetly starting to slow up.

Still, they charged forward, knowing that they had their Yuri Clones......

Some of the transports moved further up on the beach, and unloaded a fleet of Flak Tracks, guarded by Rhinos and Apocalypses. Some teams of conscripts and existing tanks joined them, and as they moved closer to the enemy tanks, under fire, they unleashed their cargo of Yuri Clones.

The Yuris soon moved up, and did their signature arm wave and stare at the incoming Korean tanks and infantry, speaking in Korean: "Come, join us......Be one with us, be one with the Soviet Empire."

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The Sea Scorpions soon detected the incoming Hornets, and proceeded to begin blazing away at them using their Flak guns. The Dreadnoughts soon began shaking and coming apart due to the dolphins' sonic blasts, and the Squids soon rushed to try and fight the Dolphins, madly flailing about at they tried to struggle against their own pain to try and hit the dolphins.

The Dreadnoughts, when not taking hits, fired off their V3's at the incoming Korean ships, targeting the Destroyers and AEGIS Cruisers, and leaving the Aircraft Carriers to be targeted by the Subs. The subs were too coming under dolphin and helicopter attack and tried to hit their attackers before the impudent Koreans could try anything else.

OOC: Kyanges, I need somebody to RP as a guerilla force in this thread:

http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=399871

You interested?

~At Sea~

A massive naval force is slinking just out of sight of Korean detection, waiting for the Soviet strike. Receiving conformation of an attack the Dreadnaughts begin firing their massive V3 rockets in voles at Korea, supporting the Russian forces already at landfall.

More transports depart from the fleet, under escort of subs and flaks. Seeing the swarm of fighters many break off and begin aiding the MiGs engaged with the Korean Black Eagles.


East Sea Naval Fleet:

"What the hell is going on Lieutenant?” Demanded Jong
“Sir, it looks like those damn Aussies got us sir. They’ve achieved complete surprise and have begun to aid the Russians at the landing in Hungham.”
“Those damn Commies… They either don’t come, or come all together.” Jong took a look at the radar scope over the operators shoulder. “It changes nothing, the Hornets are still going.

As German soldiers cut down Spanish Conscripts, the V3s launched at random in the general direction of the enemy. Dust was everywhere, as Conscripts charged at the Germans. The sound of gunfire was deafening, and all of a sudden, six Apocalypse tanks, tinted in black, charged into the enemy, ignoring the intense fire. MiGs up above flew in and unloaded their cannons into the German forces.

OOC:Aww..poor ol' Libya is left out too...

OOC:Aww..poor ol' Libya is left out too...

OOC: Easy there, buddy. I didn't forget...but Armandian did. We need the USA to start freaking out.

Is anybody averse to me deploying nukes, by the way? I could swear Kyanges was gonna post a message about this.....


SECRET IC:

To: "Master"
From: Comrade Romanov

Comrade, glad to see you could join us.........I want you, if possible, to back up our Spanish allies in Germany. They look like they could use a hand.

OOC: Easy there, buddy. I didn't forget...but Armandian did. We need the USA to start freaking out.

Is anybody averse to me deploying nukes, by the way? I could swear Kyanges was gonna post a message about this.....


SECRET IC:

To: "Master"
From: Comrade Romanov

Comrade, glad to see you could join us.........I want you, if possible, to back up our Spanish allies in Germany. They look like they could use a hand.


(OOC: Yes, comp problems. They're stilll here, but now they're not as apparent... for now...)

Sure enough, the Soviets sustained some damage, losing 20 MiG's.
Crippling to others, but for the Soviets, meh. They were concerned about the fact the Black Eagles were more numerous and competent than expected.

So, the MiG's switched to missiles and began splitting up to try and defeat both waves. They soon began to try and manuver, trying to get missile locks on the Black Eagles using their heat seekers and other missiles, and firing them off when they could.

The Kirovs too, suffered greatly, some 60-100 had been forced out of the sky. They soon tried what evasive manuevers they could, covering for their comrades on the ground at the same time as they tried to outlast the Koreans.......

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On the ground, the Grand Cannons were felt. Huge holes started to appear in the lines of Conscripts, transports and tanks, and though they were still moving, they were definetly starting to slow up.

Still, they charged forward, knowing that they had their Yuri Clones......

Some of the transports moved further up on the beach, and unloaded a fleet of Flak Tracks, guarded by Rhinos and Apocalypses. Some teams of conscripts and existing tanks joined them, and as they moved closer to the enemy tanks, under fire, they unleashed their cargo of Yuri Clones.

The Yuris soon moved up, and did their signature arm wave and stare at the incoming Korean tanks and infantry, speaking in Korean: "Come, join us......Be one with us, be one with the Soviet Empire."

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The Sea Scorpions soon detected the incoming Hornets, and proceeded to begin blazing away at them using their Flak guns. The Dreadnoughts soon began shaking and coming apart due to the dolphins' sonic blasts, and the Squids soon rushed to try and fight the Dolphins, madly flailing about at they tried to struggle against their own pain to try and hit the dolphins.

The Dreadnoughts, when not taking hits, fired off their V3's at the incoming Korean ships, targeting the Destroyers and AEGIS Cruisers, and leaving the Aircraft Carriers to be targeted by the Subs. The subs were too coming under dolphin and helicopter ASW attack, but a good portion survived to try and hit the Carriers before the impudent Koreans could try anything else.

OOC: Kyanges, I need somebody to RP as a guerilla force in this thread:

http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=399871

You interested?


Air Battle, Hungham:

“What…the…fuck?!?!” Kyung thought. “How could 600 missiles only down 120 aircraft?!” “Shit” muttered Kyung, as she squeezed the trigger again. Another two missiles lashed out at the nearest aircraft, this time, a Kirov. The missiles slammed into the Kirov’s gondola…
The other planes began to follow Kyung’s lead, and aimed for the gondola.

Ground Battle, Hungham:

Jin stared in horror as his fellow troops began to convulse and drop to the ground. The strange bald men continued to stare at the troops. Some seemed to have sinister smiles as they unleashed their unseen torture on the men. One of them faced Jin, and also waved his hand at him.

“His accent is terrible. I can barely make out what he’s trying to say…” Thought Jin.
Jin raised his rifle, and shot him in the head.

The other soldiers suddenly stopped convulsing. One by one, they slowly stood up, and raised their rifles at Jin. There was no choice for him; he had to shoot his own friends… Jin raised his own rifle, and aimed. At that instant, a Rocketeer soared in, and opened fire on them. Behind him, hundreds more followed.

East Sea, Hungham:

(OOC: I’d like to ask just how the subs were supposed to make it through the dolphins, destroyers, and AEGIS cruisers surrounding the carriers to attack them, before I make a response.)

TELEGRAM TO:
The Union of Soviet Socialist Republics (c/o Comrade Romanov)
FROM: The Socialist Republic of Spain (c/o Comrade Sanchez)

Comrade, when will your forces break through German lines to mine? The Spanish are being massacred.
Please help your Comrades-in-arms.

Emilio Sanchez
President
Socialist Republic of Spain

Air Battle, Hungham:

“What…the…fuck?!?!” Kyung thought. “How could 600 missiles only down 120 aircraft?!” “Shit” muttered Kyung, as she squeezed the trigger again. Another two missiles lashed out at the nearest aircraft, this time, a Kirov. The missiles slammed into the Kirov’s gondola…
The other planes began to follow Kyung’s lead, and aimed for the gondola.

Ground Battle, Hungham:

Jin stared in horror as his fellow troops began to convulse and drop to the ground. The strange bald men continued to stare at the troops. Some seemed to have sinister smiles as they unleashed their unseen torture on the men. One of them faced Jin, and also waved his hand at him.

“His accent is terrible. I can barely make out what he’s trying to say…” Thought Jin.
Jin raised his rifle, and shot him in the head.

The other soldiers suddenly stopped convulsing. One by one, they slowly stood up, and raised their rifles at Jin. There was no choice for him; he had to shoot his own friends… Jin raised his own rifle, and aimed. At that instant, a Rocketeer soared in, and opened fire on them. Behind him, hundreds more followed.

East Sea, Hungham:

(OOC: I’d like to ask just how the subs were supposed to make it through the dolphins, destroyers, and AEGIS cruisers surrounding the carriers to attack them, before I make a response.)


The Kirovs soon felt the full effects of this strategy shift, and many soon began either wandering about without the guidance of their now-dead crews, or simply falling to the ground.

The Kirovs knocked out of commission, the MiG's soon reacted, and tried to attack to stop the carnage. It would be a while before any reinforcements would come, so they would have to make this count.

They soon surged toward the mass of Black Eagles, and began firing their own missiles to try and stop them........
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The Yuris soon tried to get their charges to fire on the incoming Rocketeers, but the assault wave simply picked them off, one by one, forcing the Flak Tracks that had been guarding them to move up and start blazing away at the Rocketeers, which had amazed everybody.

The Yuris themselves tried to seek cover, all the while, struggling to maintain control over their zombified slaves. But the Rocketeer attack and the fact that there was this one guy who actually wasn't getting mind controlled was ticking them off just a little.

All over the field, those units that had Flak guns that had actually survived the Grand Cannon bombardment turned upward and began to fire......

Everybody else on the ground soon tried to keep a cool head on themselves, yet they could not help but try and seek some secure cover under the light show of the Prism tanks and the steel rain of the more conventional Grizzlies and Grand Cannon shot, whether it was behind an Apocalypse tank or a ruined vehicle, even as their commanders ordered them to move ever forward.........

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OOC: I figured my other units were distracting your Dolphins and Destroyers......and my V3's were attacking your AEGIS's, so I thought I had a clear shot at your Aircraft Carriers.

AT SEA:

The Soviet fleet soon struck back, the Sea Scorpions scooting about furiously, looking to try and take out the helicopters with their Flak guns, firing at them every chance they got.

The Dolphins were giving the squids a bit of a time, as their sonic attacks were making the Squids go crazy. The Squids then tried to attack the dolphins, frantically grasping for them using their tentacles and swimming about like mad.

The Dreadnoughts' onboard radar soon spotted the incoming ships. They broke off their initial attack, and began to try and manuever into a safer position to try and find their attackers. Their submarine escorts soon divided into two groups, one stayed to cover the Dreadnoughts, the other went on the warpath, trying to find their German adversaries.

Admiral Kerensky heard of the incoming Spanish landings, he was both overjoyed and saddened at the news. Overjoyed because he knew a second front was opened, saddened because he was busy trying to get the Germans off of him.

He had to get to them somehow.....

On Land:

Tukachevsky was pulling his hair out. The casualties were heavy, typical Russian casualties, but what concerned him was the heavy loss of Kirovs and MiG's-some 200 MiG's and 500 Kirovs were downed by Patriot Missiles. He needed those things for air support, he knew that he had to do something. Nevermind that, the Germans had him in a vise....Von Papen had stonewalled him, and his blitz was slowing up.

He nonetheless wanted to get this thing moving as soon as possible. He began to direct the ground commanders to use the Yuri Clones in their possessition to do something about this mess.....

Meanwhile, the Russians so far were slogging their way forward. They continued to move forward in a blitz formation, with Rhinos firing upon the enemy tanks, and Flak Tracks with Conscripts following. The Flak tracks took the opportunity to fire upon Harriers in the air and infantry on the ground, furiously charging forward along with their comrades.

Then, upon command, they dumped out their cargo of Conscripts, however, in the mix, were several teams of Yuri Clones.

They walked up to the German Grizzlies and their accompanying Tank Destroyers, waved their hands at them, stared them down, and commanded to them: "Be one with the Soviet Empire........Be One With Us..........."

After several minutes, in a scene that replayed itself all over the Eastern Front, the tanks stopped, and after several minutes, began to drive again.

The Yuris then pointed to the Patriot batteries nearby. They then commanded the Grizzlies: "GO!"

The Grizzlies soon drove towards the Patriot batteries, firing away at them. The Tank Destroyers were soon commanded to attack those Grizzlies that had not been subverted by the Soviets, and they went on a mad rampage.

The remaining MiG's and Kirovs, meanwhile, soon changed direction and tried to perform evasive manuevers, flying in numerous directions to escape the Patriot missiles. The Kirovs were slower, and many got hit, suffering moderate damage. The MiG's were luckier, but still.......


AT SEA:

The Germans tried to avoid the fire. Admiral Raeder's fleet concentrated fire on the Sea Scorpions, to give the helicopters a better chance of taking out the subs. The dolphins continued to confuse the squids, while the group that had broken off sent out its helicopters to search for Soviet subs.

Meanwhile, the aircraft carrier Frederich dem Grossen had spotted one of the dreadnaughts on radar. Her planes took off, hoping to send the Russians to the bottom of the Baltic...

ON LAND:

Von Hapen was going mad. The Soviets had him all but beaten- those Yuri clones were doing a number on his armoured units. He ordered the Machine Gun IFVs to move in to try to waste the clones, supported by GIs. He hoped that would work, as he needed to buy time.

Meanwhile, the units on the field were shocked at what they saw: Their own comrades turning on them, turning on the fatherland. Despite their humanity, they did what they had to do- they started attacking the traitors. However, their counterattack started too late: Many Patriot batteries had been destroyed, with others damaged. However, engineers were franctically repairing and replacing as many as they could. Prism Towers were also being activated, as they were finally in range of the Soviet armour.

Von Hapen looked over the latest maps- German forces had again lost ground, and casualties were massive on both sides. He thought that he was done for, when an aide walked in.

The Lieutenant said,

"Marshal, General Kliest's Army Group Dresden has arrived to relieve us as per Berlin's orders- where do you want him to go?"

Von Hapen's face lit up. Dresden's arrival meant 125,000 more men, and the salvation of the German Army. He ordered them to begin a full attack on any Soviet forces they could find. "We can win this," he thought, "we can win this."

As German soldiers cut down Spanish Conscripts, the V3s launched at random in the general direction of the enemy. Dust was everywhere, as Conscripts charged at the Germans. The sound of gunfire was deafening, and all of a sudden, six Apocalypse tanks, tinted in black, charged into the enemy, ignoring the intense fire. MiGs up above flew in and unloaded their cannons into the German forces.

The Harriers pulled up, to start attacking the MiGs. While the MiGs were superior craft, they were hoping to distract them.

The ground situation was another story, though. The Apocalypse tanks presented a slight problem, as they had crashed into infantry formations. The infantry pulled back, and let the Prism Tanks move in to try to finish the job.

The Kirovs soon felt the full effects of this strategy shift, and many soon began either wandering about without the guidance of their now-dead crews, or simply falling to the ground.

The Kirovs knocked out of commission, the MiG's soon reacted, and tried to attack to stop the carnage. It would be a while before any reinforcements would come, so they would have to make this count.

They soon surged toward the mass of Black Eagles, and began firing their own missiles to try and stop them........
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The Yuris soon tried to get their charges to fire on the incoming Rocketeers, but the assault wave simply picked them off, one by one, forcing the Flak Tracks that had been guarding them to move up and start blazing away at the Rocketeers, which had amazed everybody.

The Yuris themselves tried to seek cover, all the while, struggling to maintain control over their zombified slaves. But the Rocketeer attack and the fact that there was this one guy who actually wasn't getting mind controlled was ticking them off just a little.

All over the field, those units that had Flak guns that had actually survived the Grand Cannon bombardment turned upward and began to fire......

Everybody else on the ground soon tried to keep a cool head on themselves, yet they could not help but try and seek some secure cover under the light show of the Prism tanks and the steel rain of the more conventional Grizzlies and Grand Cannon shot, whether it was behind an Apocalypse tank or a ruined vehicle, even as their commanders ordered them to move ever forward.........

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OOC: I figured my other units were distracting your Dolphins and Destroyers......and my V3's were attacking your AEGIS's, so I thought I had a clear shot at your Aircraft Carriers.

Hungham.

Air Battle:

"Objective one achieved." Announced Kyung. "Kirov threat eliminated. Over."
"Roger that Dragon Leader. Proceed to eliminate all other airborne threats." replied her command.
"Roger that, out." responded Kyung.
Over the radio chatter, Kyungs voice was loud and clear.
"All fighters, it's time to end this. All remaining enemy aircraft are to be eliminated. Pair up on each plane and maintain your formation. Good hunting."

Immediately, the entire flight of Black Eagles paired up and each moved in on a single Mig. It wouldn't be long before they were all taken out. The Soviet Migs attempted to fire missiles upon the Black Eagles, however, the BE's superior manuverability, made available through their thrust vectoring, allowed them to dodge much of the barrage. Only about 10 jets were critically damaged.

Ground Battle:

"They're finnally here..." Said Jin, almost out of breath.
the Rocketeers continued their assault. The Soviet scum tried to hide behind anything that they could find, but apparently, they forgot that they were being attacked from the air, and no cover would help them...

The Grand Cannons continued their barrage, while the Prism tank's beams continued to rip through the infantry hoard.

The battlefield was ablaze with streaks of light and the roar of engines from the Black Eagles and Rocketeers. The end of the bloody battle was at hand.

East Sea:

(OOC: Ok, I see, but that's not what happens. Fleet stays in position. Don't worry, I'm not calling a godmod or anything like that, nor am I accusing you of anything. Just, please edit that bit about my carriers coming under attack.)

The MiGs fought, but many surprised pilots were taken down by the enemy. The MiGs began retreat. The Yuri clones were relentless. Every time their mind-controlled soldier was killed, they simply grabbed the one that had killed it. As an Iron Curtain activated around several Apocalypse tanks, they began blasting the enemy Prism tanks and towers.

AT SEA
The dreadnoughts finally fell back, with submarines speeding ahead of them The anti-air Flak Ships fired into the helicopters as all of the conventional ships pulled out of German waters and began the treacherous journey back to Spain. The squid, however, began attacking the dolphins, and it became the Sea Animal Battle.

LOSSES (In this post):
13 MiGs
18 Mind-controlled GIs
3 Rhino tanks
1 Apocalypse tank
20 Conscripts
2 Dreadnoughts
5 Submarines
3 Squid

OOC: Please stop calling all of us Communists 'Soviets', Sevaris. I am Spanish, not Soviet.

OOC: Easy there, buddy. I didn't forget...but Armandian did. We need the USA to start freaking out.

Is anybody averse to me deploying nukes, by the way? I could swear Kyanges was gonna post a message about this.....


SECRET IC:

To: "Master"
From: Comrade Romanov

Comrade, glad to see you could join us.........I want you, if possible, to back up our Spanish allies in Germany. They look like they could use a hand.

SECRET IC:

To: Premier Romanov

Ahh, so nice of you to call...I am afraid I cannot, as many of my troops are moving into America. However, I can send a fleet of 300 Dreadnaughts I have....Is that good, oh foolish king of Russia?
~Unsigned~

"Master" looked over the desk.

"Al-Bakah, send the fleet of 200 Rhinos and 300 Conscripts to Germany. That shall surprise Romanov."

The revolutionary nodded and left.

OOC: Ah! Please, hold off until thursday afternoon! (US Western Time). I deeply apologize for my long absence, but you guys chose the absolutely worst time to kick this damned thing off. I've had a lot of HW, and my mom just graduated from college (At almost 40 years old!), and I couldn't blow that off.

(OOC: Crap. One more day. I promise on the Bible, God Almighty, my family, and George W. Bush's hair that I shall post tomorrow. I SWEAR IT! And it shall be a very good post. I hope no one minds me using Tanya...)

(OOC: Crap. One more day. I promise on the Bible, God Almighty, my family, and George W. Bush's hair that I shall post tomorrow. I SWEAR IT! And it shall be a very good post. I hope no one minds me using Tanya...)

(OOC: Once again, no problem. Tanya is an American SpecOps, so, it's perfectly all right.
...Just remember to share. ;) )

--Communist China--

Imperial Palace, Beijing. Revolutionary's Room, a stage for war.

A sergeant paced swiftly through the large wooden doors entering the room. He saluted energetically, and with a raspy voice and long stare, he started,

"Chairman, we have received reports of the Soviet invasion of the United States, and it is going well. We also have detailed reports of current activities that section PN-31 has compiled on the current status of the Allied counter-attack. Our socialist allies have made great hedgeway but, there seems to be a large sea, land, and air battle in Korea, which to our our obvious dismay, is becoming a meat grinder--"

"Thank you Lee. Sit, please." The Chairman, a muscular and slender man in full general's garb stood up from his classical study desk and studded leather red chair. "Lee, let me share my thoughts with you, since over these last few weeks you and I have grown to be close comrades. Romanov's war is one of glory and principle, and has many consequences for us. We hope for him to prevail because that is victory for us and our cause. However, there is a catch; the Allies were caught off guard, and America, the world's greatest powerhouse will attempt to recoil. We must stave off that response. I have laid out a more encompassing plan for the course of the war, but for now we must deal with Korea. There are close to our major cities, and we will use that as our advantage. Our massive infantry and our somewhat less impressive tank forces can quickly overtake the Korean mennace. And that is what we shall do comrade." The Chairman stood up, relaxing his body and walked over to the other side of the room, which was fully bathed in red fabrics and matching wood. "Tea, Lee?" The Chairman handed Lee the cup and saucer and continued.
"You see, Soviet war tactics are about speed of progression, and we shall mimic those tactics to be in sync with Comrade Romanov. Send this order to our generals, to devise a quick plan of general attack on the Korean peninsula and to make sure that all opposition is obliterated, also have our forces coordinate with our allies. Use as many flak traks as you can for two-fold reasons: air defense against the adept and dangerous Korean Black Eagle airforce, and to keep our massive infantry divisions at the speed of our tanks. Also, order our factories to start increased production of all needed war materials. Dismissed."

To recap,
China is attacking Korea.
With a major land force at high speeds. They will link up and be available as reinforcements to China's allies and as a main invasion force for the purpose of freeing up Soviet forces so that other fronts may have more Soviet reinforcements.

--Communist China--

Imperial Palace, Beijing. Revolutionary's Room, a stage for war.

A sergeant paced swiftly through the large wooden doors entering the room. He saluted energetically, and with a raspy voice and long stare, he started,

"Chairman, we have received reports of the Soviet invasion of the United States, and it is going well. We also have detailed reports of current activities that section PN-31 has compiled on the current status of the Allied counter-attack. Our socialist allies have made great hedgeway but, there seems to be a large sea, land, and air battle in Korea, which to our our obvious dismay, is becoming a meat grinder--"

"Thank you Lee. Sit, please." The Chairman, a muscular and slender man in full general's garb stood up from his classical study desk and studded leather red chair. "Lee, let me share my thoughts with you, since over these last few weeks you and I have grown to be close comrades. Romanov's war is one of glory and principle, and has many consequences for us. We hope for him to prevail because that is victory for us and our cause. However, there is a catch; the Allies were caught off guard, and America, the world's greatest powerhouse will attempt to recoil. We must stave off that response. I have laid out a more encompassing plan for the course of the war, but for now we must deal with Korea. There are close to our major cities, and we will use that as our advantage. Our massive infantry and our somewhat less impressive tank forces can quickly overtake the Korean mennace. And that is what we shall do comrade." The Chairman stood up, relaxing his body and walked over to the other side of the room, which was fully bathed in red fabrics and matching wood. "Tea, Lee?" The Chairman handed Lee the cup and saucer and continued.
"You see, Soviet war tactics are about speed of progression, and we shall mimic those tactics to be in sync with Comrade Romanov. Send this order to our generals, to devise a quick plan of general attack on the Korean peninsula and to make sure that all opposition is obliterated, also have our forces coordinate with our allies. Use as many flak traks as you can for two-fold reasons: air defense against the adept and dangerous Korean Black Eagle airforce, and to keep our massive infantry divisions at the speed of our tanks. Also, order our factories to start increased production of all needed war materials. Dismissed."

To recap,
China is attacking Korea.
With a major land force at high speeds. They will link up and be available as reinforcements to China's allies and as a main invasion force for the purpose of freeing up Soviet forces so that other fronts may have more Soviet reinforcements.


(OOC: Nice, but, do you mind being a little more specific as to where you are making your attack? Korea may be small, but it's big enough that simply saying that you are attacking me will not be enough to pinpoint where.

Plus, crap, it looks like the tiny penninsula of Korea is going to need some reinforcements... Lots of reinforcements... Cheese, any time would be nice. (For help I mean.))

(OOC: Do not worry my friend. America comes to thine aid soon. I'm working on it as we speak; I wanted to make a good intro.)

(OOC: Do not worry my friend. America comes to thine aid soon. I'm working on it as we speak; I wanted to make a good intro.)

(OOC: I see. Korea really looks up to America here, so please, don't let us down. I'm speaking ICily of course. Just as a note, while you type that intro, there's the USSR, China, AND the Austrailians that I have to deal with over here (Note that two out of the three, are hoard GODS.) Korea is practically the only allied nation in the entire region. It would be a shame to lose that foothold. Once again, I'm speaking ICily.)

OOC: Sure thing, Kyanges. I'll look at a map right now and tell you the plans. =]

OOC: My generals will attempt a two pronged attack. There will be first a sweeping motion from both sides of the border, one from Sinuiju, and the other from Songbong, which will meet at Kangye. Then, from Sinuiju, a large force will quickly charge to Pyongyang for a full take over. This force will be equipped with large numbers of infantry, flak traks and rhinos, and some V3s. I think I'll play China as having some trouble with it's airforce at the moment, so only a minimal number of accompanying MiGs and no Kirovs, and no Apocalypse at the moment, until the USSR gives me the tech. That's all that I can say for now because I don't want to give too much away and I want to see how it goes.

(OOC: Just a question to Union, when you mention the BE airforce as adept and dangerous, do you say that because you've read the posts so far, or just because you know from the game that they're supposed to be good?

And Cheese, have you been following on this as well?)

OOC: Both, but really more so from the games. I was an avid fan.

OOC: My generals will attempt a two pronged attack. There will be first a sweeping motion from both sides of the border, one from Sinuiju, and the other from Songbong, which will meet at Kangye. Then, from Sinuiju, a large force will quickly charge to Pyongyang for a full take over. This force will be equipped with large numbers of infantry, flak traks and rhinos, and some V3s. I think I'll play China as having some trouble with it's airforce at the moment, so only a minimal number of accompanying MiGs and no Kirovs, and no Apocalypse at the moment, until the USSR gives me the tech. That's all that I can say for now because I don't want to give too much away and I want to see how it goes.

(OOC: Songbong?)

(OOC: Yawn. I'm too tired to add the italics now, but enjoy. Sorry it took so long...)
“And then the little goat ate my cabbage leaf…and…”
“Go on.”

The kind, yet harsh face of President George W. Bush peered onto the small, African-American girl, who was busy reading My Pet Goat. Unlike most politicians, he genuinely enjoyed these photo ops with the children. They were the only people who didn’t seem to want something from him these days. After Gore’s recount attempts had gone up in smoke, the lobbyists, sycophants, advisors, and Viagra salesman had come pouring in like a torrential flood of nightmares. Unquestioning children provided a semblance of peace…
Peace that would soon disappear from his life, perhaps forever.
Chikara Yuki, an Asian Secret Service agent with a mop hairdo, and a face that so stoic that other agents joked that the Grim Reaper had been scared away, leaned over to whisper into the President’s ear.
“Mr. President, there has been an invasion from Mexico.”
“Stop it, Chikara. I’m tryin’ to listen.”
“But sir, they’re invading!”
“Chikara, are you new here? It happens everyday. We have to tolerate illegal immigration because of the Hispanic vote.”
“Sir, they have weapons!”
“So? One of my major campaign issues was to fully support the 2nd Amendment!”
“Sir, they’re not Mexican.”
“That’s odd; illegal immigrants are usually…”
“MR.PRESIDENT! THEY ARE RUSSIANS! IT’S THE COMMUNISTS!”
“Oh.”
Chikara leaned away, frustrated, as Bush continued to listen to the children. He had a choice to make, a choice that would define the world’s future, in this very classroom. Would he stand up and panic, and continue to act like the decent, but ultimately ineffectual President he was? Or would he, with stoic courage and determination, stand his ground, knowing that with TV cameras showing his very location, live, he could be smashed to bits in any moment? Would he panic, and allow the nation to panic?
No. Like Prince Hal who wasted away his life on wild debauchery, and then became Henry V when placed into the forge of destiny, George W. Bush strode out of mediocrity into…greatness. This day, this assault on his people, their way of life, and their freedom, hammered his brittle soul of iron into a masterpiece of steel.
What seemed to be eons passed, and George’s wrinkled face smiled as the children as they finished speaking. He had walked into that room a weak, ineffectual, and forgettable man. He walked out…a legend.
It’s just that nobody knew it yet.
Air Force One…
“Don, what’s our status?”
The steely eyed Donald Rumsfeld, an aging man whose cranky demeanor hid an intensity few could imagine, spoke desperately to the President.
“George…It’s bad. Very bad. We lost contact with the Texas border guard; we never had much there, and they’ve been completely wiped out. Germany and Korea are being pounded by Communist forces, including Spain, Libya, Australia, and of course, Russia, and Portugal has been absorbed overnight.”
A harried looking sergeant ran in, saluting Rumsfeld and handing him a snatch of paper at the same time. Rumsfeld saluted back, and the sergeant ran off to attend to his duties.
“F*ck. Castro just sent a fleet over to Miami; and naval forces are attacking both coasts. They’re using some sort of mind control tech, George.”
“Can’t we counter it?”
“I don’t know. I just don’t f*ckin’ know. Damn it, Clinton screwed us over, didn’t he?”
“Yeah…You heard what I said during the campaign. It was a mistake to cut back the military after defeating the Russians; it was a mistake to let them have their silly little World Socialist Alliance. You can’t let evildoers get away with their acts, and you cannot achieve peace through weakness. Damn, is there any way we can repel ‘em without going…nukyooler?”
Donald Rumsfeld stared Dubya straight in the eye, and was stunned at what he saw. A few minutes before, he had deigned him the typical politician, a weak, flopping selfish man who would only do the right thing if manipulated into it. Now…it was something else. Donald knew that the man that now stood before him would realize the graveness of the situation, and would act.
“No. Their armies are too vast, ours is too gutted by Clinton’s cutbacks. I recommend an immediate, full scale nuclear assault on Soviet military positions, Mr. President.”
“Anyone else have any reservations? I need to know all possible options before I make my choice.”
And so, Bush’s inner circle weighed the choices before them. John Ashcroft, the brooding eccentric who was known for his no nonsense approach to crime and his complete nonsense approach to religion, Dick Cheney, a fat, balding man who was seen as Satan by the liberal establishment, partly to his willingness to use any means necessary to achieve his goals, Colin Powell, a powerful, dignified, smart, and stoic African American who knew both what is what like to rule from lofty heights and to fight from dirty pits, and Condoleeza Rice, (OOC: Most of the characters here are fairly similar to RL life, but as a warning, Condi’s going over to the dark side) a woman who on the surface appeared to be the perfect political advisor: brilliant, talented, hard working, loyal, a woman and a minority. She was the perfect PR package. However, beneath this cool demeanor lay many dark secrets…
Ashcroft was the first to speak, his baggy eyes looking the more terrifying in the poor lighting.
“Do it. If we want to preserve our freedoms, if we want to keep our liberties, if we want to let the our God given rights remain…we cannot falter. The Lord commands it, George.”
Others quickly agreed, although with less religious tones, and George’s pained visage summoned Chikara, who held the infamous nuclear “football.”
“Are you sure about this, Mr. President?”
“As sure as I ever will be. Initiate SNAPCOUNT.”
The orchestra of destiny played out before them, as the suitcase opened to reveal a vast array of technical gadgetry. The President placed his finger, and then his eye to authenticate himself, as did a second cabinet official, in this case, Dick Cheney.
“Standing by for launch orders.”, buzzed the computerized voice.
Time froze, as destiny swirled around, locking them in place, these men and women who held the fate of the world in their hands.
“Confirm SNAPCOUNT.”
The voice signal would travel to a central military headquarters of NORAD, and if that failed to various other central military bases, which would disseminate the orders and the coordinates. The wheels of time had been set in motion.
And they came to a grinding halt. All they heard was silence, and the computer board displayed no missile activities at all.
“Respond NORAD, repeat, respond NORAD to order of SNAPCOUNT.”
“…”
“What the hell?”
“Come, join us......Be one with us, be one with the Soviet Empire."
“Who the hell are you, and what do you want?”
“Come, join us......Be one with us, be one with the Soviet Empire."
“AUUGHH!”
And so they stood, bewildered, as the mighty nuclear arsenal of the United States, that had staved of annihilation again and again, was utterly useless.
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-Small Farm Outside Of Houston, Texas-
The teenage girl slowly strolled home, as the swirling dust smacked into her face, again and again, sending her brown hair flying into the wind. She sighed, as her legs and mouth operated almost automatically, fulfilling endless actions that to most teenage girls seemed normal, but to her...useless. Soon, she would go back to college, as her break was ending, and continue her life path as “daddy’s little girl”, the perfect angel who never did anything wrong, who had reduced her father to a bubbling mass of tears and joy when she announced she would become the first in her family to go to college.

It was all so perfect.

And all so boring.

And the rest of her life would be the same, an endless trudge of false joy, sugar coated happiness, and forced smiles.

Or would it?

This girl’s dark green pants fluttered in the gathering dust storm, as she shielded her eyes from the pain, her arms covering up sorrow and pain.

No longer.

“Sally? Jesse? Wha? No...no...NO!”

As her arms pulled away, all her friends...were dead. One moment they had stood around her, but the next, they were simply corpses, mutilated pieces of flesh. Their eyes stared at her pleadingly, as if to ask “Why? Why? What is this?”

Her eyes drifting upwards, she saw what had butchered her childhood friends. Several vicious dogs snarled at her, as their bloodstained jowls were licked sadistically. As the dust cleared, she saw that these were no ordinary vicious dogs.

They were Soviet dogs.

The dust parted, allowing her to peer onto a sight best left unseen. Her family farm, that had been there since the days of the American-Mexican War, lay in flames, surrounded by Russian Rhino tanks and Flak tracks. Floods of conscripts poured lead onto a hardy group of farmers and policemen, who hid in the rubble, taking pot shots with shotguns. Five Tesla Troopers commanded the conscripts, and added their own deadly electric pulses to the maniacal assault, as the brave but outgunned group of Texans quickly began to collapse. The girl simply stared at this landscape, as the dogs simply fed on her friends, and the Russians ignored this foolish little one. Her eye’s spotted an elderly man clad in a black cowboy hat, whose face was laced with sweat that poured into his cracked face. Although aged, his skill far surpassed that of the others, and he his darting tactics allowed several handgun bullets to pierce the skulls of Russian conscripts.

“Dad!”

The man smiled as he saw his daughter, and then continued to blast on. Finally, the firing seemed to halt. The conscripts and Tesla troopers simply backed off to form a row, as an evil presence filled the farmhouse. A cloak slithered across the ground, killing of all joy that it touched. The pale head glistened with sweat, and the eyes were almost reptilian in their evil.

A Psy-Corp soldier.

The farm defenders froze for a moment, shocked. They tried to fire, but their hands seemed to disobey their will, as they shook with pain. The clone sneered as the Texans defiantly attempted to fire, to no avail. He was not powerful enough to control the whole group at once, of course, but he could exert enough power to stop them from firing. And he inched closer, and closer, and closer...

“American pigs....I shall deliver you unto the afterlife you desssirrrre...”

Both the girl and her father came to the same shocking realization. While they knew nothing of the Psychic’s true abilities, it was obvious he would do something horrible, as soon his deadly stride came to an end. And so, as energy pulsed around the fiendish beast, as his pale flesh vibrated with might, the girl’s father performed a feat that would not often be repeated in the course of the war.

He broke free of the psychic’s grip.

“TANYA!”
“DAD! NO!”

The dark clad man tossed his cowboy hat to Tanya, and leaped over the shambled barricade to grab hold of the psychic’s flesh.

“YAAAHHHRR!”, it screeched as it fell back. Instinctively, it unleashed the psychic blast, ripping asunder the molecules of all around. The Tesla troopers were instantaneously annihilated, as was the hardy band of Texans. But her father had achieved his goal. Tanya was unscathed.

Physically, at least. Her mind...was another matter. Her father, the man whose smile had comforted her in the cradle, who had taught her to feel the freedom of horseback riding, whose love of his country had poured into her, who had made her happy, made her who she was...became no more than a scatter of empty molecules, thanks to a man who had never known him, who had never cared, who simply swept him away like a bug...

All boundaries, all limits, all niceties, were gone forever. Tanya, an 18 year old girl, was now an 18 year old warrior. Everything she had held back, all her desires of glory and combat, would pour out, as that one Russian soldier had opened a floodgate, unleashing a torrent...of Russian blood.

CRACK!

The spine of an attack dog snapped as she delivered a sharp kick to its chin. She right hooked another, shattering its neck, and stepped left to avoid the lunge of the third dog. Her elbow ground into its back, shattering several bones, leaving it to limp out a horrible, bloody, and long death. The conscripts immediately turned to see her, and aimed their weapons.

“Bring it on, boys.”

They charged forth, barreling from their AK-47s, but she simply dropped to the ground in a roll. Tanya’s body rolled forth until it reached the beginning of the Soviet line, and she finished it with a fluid kick to the jaw of a conscript, who dropped his weapon. She snatched the AK, stood up, and shredded the brains of three conscripts. Five more remained as she dashed behind the cover the Texans had died in. The bullets kicked up another burgeoning sandstorm, which was much to Tanya’s delight, as it provided ideal cover for her to snatch her father’s prized possessions: Freedom and Liberty. Yes, being the eccentric man he was, he’d named his custom made, handcrafted handguns. And now, they were hers. Pulling them from the ground, she thanked God that at least the psychic blast removed all traces of a body, so she didn’t have to pick them from her dad’s corpse. With guns firmly in hand, her hands deftly targeted the five conscripts, annihilating them in a matter of seconds. She wiped the sweat off her brow, and finally began to ponder her fate.

Alright, maybe I should...join the Soviet Empire...What? Wait...Join Russia..NO!

She pivoted around, only to find the sneering Psy-Corps trooper, who despite his already over use of psychic powers, still managed to get a grip on her.

“Come, join us......Be one with us, be one with the Soviet Empire."
“How about...NOT! You f**kin’ Commie! Taste the wrath of the red, white, and blue!”

And thus, the genetically enhanced brain of the Psy-Corp trooper ended up on the plains of Texas, and Tanya strode into legend. Wherever allied soldiers were surrounded, she was there. Wherever innocents were threatened, she was there. Wherever freedom stood challenged, she was there. Her band of patriots would continue to be a thorn in the side of Russia, a loyal group of Americans who called themselves,”The Sons Of Liberty”, who were led by a woman whose exploits would cause even the mightiest Soviet generals to respect her, who was whispered amongst Soviet ranks as “The Woman.” Those simple words would evoke fear, courage, cowardice, and bravery.
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-Korea-
In Korea, while the budget cuts of the peaceful Clinton years had lowered the amount of forces, a staunch band of Republicans had forced him to compromise on allowing a powerful defensive structure to remain on the Korean northern border. Clinton had gotten the publicity he craved by saying he was bringing troops home, and the Republicans managed to maintain a powerful defensive position on Korea by building one of the world’s most advanced defensive arrays. Korea had been where Prism technology had really come into play, as billions had been poured into to form a second line of defense consisting of rows upon rows of heavily reinforced Prism towers and Patriot arrays, which were backed up with pillboxes, Prism Tanks, and Airforce Commands. It was truly a defensive masterpiece, but its main flaw lied in its reliance on technology. Only about fifteen thousand American soldiers remained in Korea, with only thirteen thousand of those being Gis. Still, it was hoped that the Koreans could supply the extra manpower if they felt the need to fall back, and any invading force would have to deal with a defensive structure that America had, ironically, made far more potent than their own.
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-Germany-
Some 60,000 troops still remained in Germany, which had been on the front lines of the last war, and hadn’t suffered as much from Clintonian cutbacks because the Democratic party was highly interested in pleasing Europe, which had liked the presence of US bases as a source of revenue for many local economies. Still, they were disadvantaged by their scattered presence, and the German line could only be immediately reached by one hundred Harriers, twenty Prism tanks, thirty Grizzlies, and five thousand GIs.
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-Southern United States-
The US Naval base in Georgia immediately deployed the USS Reagan Aircraft Carrier, as well as a fleet of dolphins, AEGIS cruisers, and destroyers to attack the Cuban port, while another battle group from Florida moved in to cut off the Cuban-Russian invasion fleet. It was impossible that their entire fleet had landed, so they intended to annihilate the part that hadn’t, and bombard the ground forces. US National Guard bases immediately went on alert all over the country, and the combination of rebellious civilians and professional military forces fought a desperate, costly battle to slow the Soviet march. It was not expected that the group, largely composed of Grizzlies, GIs, and Harriers, could pull of anything even vaguely resembling a victory, but they hoped only to inflict as many losses as possible onto “Those damn commies!” Teenager went into the woods, calling themselves “Wolverines”, and hoped to “beat back the Ruskies!” While many fell under the sway of Psy-Corps members, the fact was that there were simply not enough of them, and American hunters relished in the opportunity to use their extremely expensive (“See honey? I told you this 3,000 dollar dogshit perfume would come in handy”) and previously useless hunting gear to pick off the shiny bald heads from a distance.
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-Air Force One-
“Good evening. Today, our fellow citizens, our way of life, our very freedom came under attack in a series of deliberate and deadly military acts. The victims were in farms, or in their offices; secretaries, businessmen and women, military and federal workers; moms and dads, friends and neighbors. Thousands of lives were suddenly ended by evil, despicable acts of terror.
The pictures of airplanes destroying buildings, fires burning, huge structures collapsing, have filled us with disbelief, terrible sadness, and a quiet, unyielding anger. These acts of mass murder were intended to frighten our nation into chaos and retreat. But they have failed; our country is strong.
A great people has been moved to defend a great nation. Communist attacks can shake the foundations of our biggest buildings, but they cannot touch the foundation of America. These acts shattered steel, but they cannot dent the steel of American resolve.
America was targeted for attack because we're the brightest beacon for freedom and opportunity in the world. And no one will keep that light from shining.
Today, our nation saw evil, the very worst of human nature. And we responded with the best of America -- with the daring of our soldiers, with the caring for strangers and neighbors who came to fight and help in any way they could.
Immediately following the first attack, I implemented our government's emergency response plans. Our military is powerful, and it's prepared. Our emergency teams are working in Texas and Florida to help with local rescue efforts.
Our first priority is to get help to those who have been injured, to take every precaution to protect our citizens at home and around the world from further attacks, and to battle of these evil hordes who attack our very way of life.
The functions of our government continue without interruption. Federal agencies in Washington which had to be evacuated today are reopening for essential personnel tonight, and will be open for business tomorrow. Our financial institutions remain strong, and the American economy will be open for business, as well.
The hunt is underway for those who are behind these evil acts. I've directed the full resources of our intelligence and military communities to find those responsible and to bring them to justice. We will make no distinction between the evil men who committed these acts and those who harbor them.
I appreciate so very much the members of Congress who have joined me in strongly condemning these attacks. And on behalf of the American people, I thank the many world leaders who have called to offer their condolences and assistance, and who fight for their freedom at this very moment. Korea, Germany, and all free nations: we stand by you.
America and our friends and allies join with all those who want peace and security in the world, and we stand together to win the war against Communism. Tonight, I ask for your prayers for all those who grieve, for the children whose worlds have been shattered, for all whose sense of safety and security has been threatened. And I pray they will be comforted by a power greater than any of us, spoken through the ages in Psalm 23: "Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil, for You are with me."
This is a day when all Americans from every walk of life unite in our resolve for justice and peace. America has stood down enemies before, and we will do so this time. None of us will ever forget this day. Yet, we go forward to defend freedom and all that is good and just in our world.
Thank you. Good night, and God bless America.”

The MiGs fought, but many surprised pilots were taken down by the enemy. The MiGs began retreat. The Yuri clones were relentless. Every time their mind-controlled soldier was killed, they simply grabbed the one that had killed it. As an Iron Curtain activated around several Apocalypse tanks, they began blasting the enemy Prism tanks and towers.

AT SEA
The dreadnoughts finally fell back, with submarines speeding ahead of them The anti-air Flak Ships fired into the helicopters as all of the conventional ships pulled out of German waters and began the treacherous journey back to Spain. The squid, however, began attacking the dolphins, and it became the Sea Animal Battle.

LOSSES (In this post):
13 MiGs
18 Mind-controlled GIs
3 Rhino tanks
1 Apocalypse tank
20 Conscripts
2 Dreadnoughts
5 Submarines
3 Squid

OOC: Please stop calling all of us Communists 'Soviets', Sevaris. I am Spanish, not Soviet.

Unfortunately, the Harriers, which were taking a beating from the MiGs, had to break off once again to hit the Iron Curtain. They dove from the sky, unleashing their missile barrage against it. However, this didn't help their MiG problem, so they were forced to go back and attack them.


Meanwhile, on the ground, General Kliest was using the same tactics as his comrade on the Eastern Front- he ordered his IFVs and Infantry to move in to wipe out the Yuri clones, while ordering the Tank Destroyers to stave off the Apocalypse group, supported by Prism Tanks.

The Grizzlies, meanwhile, started attacking the Spanish base, trying to force them back into the sea.

AT SEA

The German Admiral was pleased. He had forced the Spanish to retreat. What would he do now, though? He decided to pursue them until they were out of German territorial waters. The dolphins, however, were ordered to stay behind and dispose of the squids.

And so the German group advanced, firing on any Spanish ship they could find. The destroyers were concentrating fire on the Flak Ships, while the carrier aircraft concentrated on the dreadnaughts. ASW helicopters were patrolling for wandering subs.

__________________
-Korea-
In Korea, while the budget cuts of the peaceful Clinton years had lowered the amount of forces, a staunch band of Republicans had forced him to compromise on allowing a powerful defensive structure to remain on the Korean northern border. Clinton had gotten the publicity he craved by saying he was bringing troops home, and the Republicans managed to maintain a powerful defensive position on Korea by building one of the world’s most advanced defensive arrays. Korea had been where Prism technology had really come into play, as billions had been poured into to form a second line of defense consisting of rows upon rows of heavily reinforced Prism towers and Patriot arrays, which were backed up with pillboxes, Prism Tanks, and Airforce Commands. It was truly a defensive masterpiece, but its main flaw lied in its reliance on technology. Only about fifteen thousand American soldiers remained in Korea, with only thirteen thousand of those being Gis. Still, it was hoped that the Koreans could supply the extra manpower if they felt the need to fall back, and any invading force would have to deal with a defensive structure that America had, ironically, made far more potent than their own.
_________________________________________________________________
-Germany-
Some 60,000 troops still remained in Germany, which had been on the front lines of the last war, and hadn’t suffered as much from Clintonian cutbacks because the Democratic party was highly interested in pleasing Europe, which had liked the presence of US bases as a source of revenue for many local economies. Still, they were disadvantaged by their scattered presence, and the German line could only be immediately reached by one hundred Harriers, twenty Prism tanks, thirty Grizzlies, and five thousand GIs.
_________________________________________________________________
-Southern United States-
The US Naval base in Georgia immediately deployed the USS Reagan Aircraft Carrier, as well as a fleet of dolphins, AEGIS cruisers, and destroyers to attack the Cuban port, while another battle group from Florida moved in to cut off the Cuban-Russian invasion fleet. It was impossible that their entire fleet had landed, so they intended to annihilate the part that hadn’t, and bombard the ground forces. US National Guard bases immediately went on alert all over the country, and the combination of rebellious civilians and professional military forces fought a desperate, costly battle to slow the Soviet march. It was not expected that the group, largely composed of Grizzlies, GIs, and Harriers, could pull of anything even vaguely resembling a victory, but they hoped only to inflict as many losses as possible onto “Those damn commies!” Teenager went into the woods, calling themselves “Wolverines”, and hoped to “beat back the Ruskies!” While many fell under the sway of Psy-Corps members, the fact was that there were simply not enough of them, and American hunters relished in the opportunity to use their extremely expensive (“See honey? I told you this 3,000 dollar dogshit perfume would come in handy”) and previously useless hunting gear to pick off the shiny bald heads from a distance.


In the US:

General Mikhailov, Supreme Commander for the American theater, moved forth across the US.

By now, his blitzkrieg had reached the outskirts of Austin, Texas, and had taken parts of south Florida and were moving north, fighting like mad dogs. A total of 500,000+ Soviet infantry, and several whole divisions of tanks and rocket artillery, plus two whole fleets were fighting in the Continental US, and more were coming from across the Pacific. They had moved this far, Romanov was impressed that the plan was able to go as far as it did currently.

However, Romanov was dismayed at the fact his forces weren't moving as quickly as planned. The US Atlantic Fleet had counterattacked, attacking the port of Mariel and distrupting the Cuban-Soviet naval effort, and Florida National Guardsmen and "Wolverine" Irregulars, mostly teenagers and armed civilians who somehow survived the hypnotic effects of the PsyCorps mind tricks, were slowing up the Soviet advance, striking from the swampy Everglades and inflicting casualties upon the advancing Soviets. All over America, the Americans were rising up, and Army and Air Force units were putting up a tough fight. This was expected, the Americans would not submit to Communism willingly, but htey were surprised at the waidespreaed naturew of this.

The Soviet Fleet in the Atlantic reacted to the awakening of the USS Ronald Reagan, and before long, the Soviet Dreadnought Admiral Kusneztov, 5 Sea Scorpions and 10 Subs were deployed to personally hunt it down.

As this was occuring, Romanov hatched another scheme. Coming from Vladivostok, a massive fleet of 2,000 Soviet Kirov Airships, 15 Dreadnoughts, 30 Subs and 60 Sea Scorpions and 1,000 MiG's backed with Mid-Air Refueling along with a force of 50,000 Soviet Naval Infantry were being sent towards Hawaii. Their Target: Pearl Harbor.

OOC: More to come......Sev, Kyang, I'll respond when I can.

OOC: Songbong = Onsong. I was looking at a wonky map. I'll use this one for the time being. http://www.lonelyplanet.com/mapshells/north_east_asia/north_korea/north_korea.htm

--Communist China--

On the Korean border, outside of Sinuiju.

The General peered through his binoculars and turned to his Liutenenant, Nyang. "Nyang, are our divisions intended for Sinuiju alligned as I have ordered?"
"Yes, sir. As per your specific and meticulous orders and plans." The stately and efficient Lt. Nyang replied with the self-confident tone of a lion.
"Good. Very good. I'm glad that things are shaping up for order's sake. And this seems like the end of Korea. We won't make it a mandate or anything official, but I want resistance burned, and resistors shot. Prisoners are to be sent immediately back to the Homeland for penal battalion work."
"Of course, sir."
"Now, because that's settled, relay that order and press the attack according to plan. Radio our forces at Manpo, Hoeryong, and at Onsong to attack in simultenaity. The Koreans will be overwhelmed, and will not expect their Chinese neighbors to respond so swiftly."
"Yes sir, right away."

The Liuetenant walked to the radio and began relaying the General's orders. As this was going on, the General stared off into the bright horizon. It was go time.
The General, Law Sung, was a man of average height, but of stocky build. He was young for a General, partly because he was the model of the Communist revolution, a born peasant who pledged his loyalty to his country's service after his youth had passed with years of hard manual labor on a farm near Shenyang. The Laws were family of many generations of farming and hardship, and it was reflected in a sunbeaten complexion and nicks on the face, along with the dead stare of an oppressed ancestry. Along with this, he had a raspy voice and one eye was a lighter brown than the other.
The other reason that Law Sung was a General at the early age of 34, was that he was a personal friend to Chairman Chang's; they had not grown up together, but both had strong devotion in the ideals of communism.
As his eyes continued to graze the skyline, the Liuetenant walked over to him confidently, and with a smile said,
"It is done."

As he said that, they both walked and got into a special command halftrack, they called, "Glory." As the legions of Rhinos and Flak Traks sped ahead unto the breech, the specially outfitted halftrack would be behind the main tank line, but not behind the V3 line. The rear was supported by a small contingency of reserve troops of all kinds. It was show time.

The Chinese forces pounded the defenses of Sinuiju, as there weren't much of any, since at this point, Korean forces were spread thin from Soviet attacks. Law was smirking slightly as his saw the complete decimation of the Korean ranks with only minimal losses. It was going to be quite a war ahead them, he knew.

OOC: Songbong = Onsong. I was looking at a wonky map. I'll use this one for the time being. http://www.lonelyplanet.com/mapshells/north_east_asia/north_korea/north_korea.htm

--Communist China--

On the Korean border, outside of Sinuiju.

The General peered through his binoculars and turned to his Liutenenant, Nyang. "Nyang, are our divisions intended for Sinuiju alligned as I have ordered?"
"Yes, sir. As per your specific and meticulous orders and plans." The stately and efficient Lt. Nyang replied with the self-confident tone of a lion.
"Good. Very good. I'm glad that things are shaping up for order's sake. And this seems like the end of Korea. We won't make it a mandate or anything official, but I want resistance burned, and resistors shot. Prisoners are to be sent immediately back to the Homeland for penal battalion work."
"Of course, sir."
"Now, because that's settled, relay that order and press the attack according to plan. Radio our forces at Manpo, Hoeryong, and at Onsong to attack in simultenaity. The Koreans will be overwhelmed, and will not expect their Chinese neighbors to respond so swiftly."
"Yes sir, right away."

The Liuetenant walked to the radio and began relaying the General's orders. As this was going on, the General stared off into the bright horizon. It was go time.
The General, Law Sung, was a man of average height, but of stocky build. He was young for a General, partly because he was the model of the Communist revolution, a born peasant who pledged his loyalty to his country's service after his youth had passed with years of hard manual labor on a farm near Shenyang. The Laws were family of many generations of farming and hardship, and it was reflected in a sunbeaten complexion and nicks on the face, along with the dead stare of an oppressed ancestry. Along with this, he had a raspy voice and one eye was a lighter brown than the other.
The other reason that Law Sung was a General at the early age of 34, was that he was a personal friend to Chairman Chang's; they had not grown up together, but both had strong devotion in the ideals of communism.
As his eyes continued to graze the skyline, the Liuetenant walked over to him confidently, and with a smile said,
"It is done."

As he said that, they both walked and got into a special command halftrack, they called, "Glory." As the legions of Rhinos and Flak Traks sped ahead unto the breech, the specially outfitted halftrack would be behind the main tank line, but not behind the V3 line. The rear was supported by a small contingency of reserve troops of all kinds. It was show time.

The Chinese forces pounded the defenses of Sinuiju, as there weren't much of any, since at this point, Korean forces were spread thin from Soviet attacks. Law was smirking slightly as his saw the complete decimation of the Korean ranks with only minimal losses. It was going to be quite a war ahead them, he knew.

(OOC: Ah, I see. Just as a note though, I've only been attacked from one flank so far, so there's been no reason to spread out my forces. If you don't mind, please leave the manner of my force's deployment up to me to RP.)


Command Center Intel Room, Kusong

The room was awash with the dim glow of radar screens, monitors, and the screen of the idiot in the corner playing RA2. There was constant beeping of alarms, the sounding of tones, and announcements over the PA. On a small desk, a paper just finishes printing when it is picked up by a young intel analyst. She scans the paper, and a sudden look of disappointment, and dismay comes across her face. The paper reads:

---Northern Front---
(Border Guard)
::Sinuiju::

Heavy assault by enemy forces. Apparently Chinese. Estimate enemy strength in the thousands or more. Unable to repel invaders, and have begun retreat. Send reinforcements. NOW.

Just as she finished reading it, another paper had printed out, followed by another, and another. Attacks had begun all along the north.

The analyst walks over to the Colonel in the room at the time.
“Sir, we’ve got intel that the base in Sinuiju is under attack.”
“By the Chinese?”
“Yes, sir. How did you know?”
“They’re Communist puppets. The USSR has already attacked us, so it wsa only a matter of time before the Chinese jumped in. One big Commie orgy…”
The Analyst holds back a grin.
“Alright, send this to Deployment. Heavy attack by the Chinese has begun. Recommend sending what remaining Black Eagle squadrons we have available and alert the rest of the border bases. Get the Third Artillery and their Grand Cannons, tell them to go to full alert. Oh, and mobilize the Chrono Core...”
“Yes sir.”

Days ago, along the Northern border, Chinese forces were spied massing and preparing for an all out wave assault. Grand Cannons had been initialized, Black Eagle Bases had been placed on full alert, Prism Towers, Pill Boxes, and Patriot missile systems had been set up and were scanning their surroundings. All in all, the standard run of defenses had been put into place. Only the finest in defensive weaponry had been given by their American allies. Now it was time to put them to the test.

Across the mountain side, bright blue flashes of light could be seen. At one instant, they were miles away. The next, they were right next to you, and just as quickly, they were gone. The Blue Flashes appeared all over the mountainous terrain of the North…

General Chesticov looked down on Auckland as a 1,000,000 conscrips marched down the streets on to the awaiting transportation. He turned towards camera "People of New Zealand as we speak the grate armies of the Soviate revolution have won decisive victorries in America. Now the great New Zealand armed forces are attacking Hawaii."

-At Sea-
A huge fleet was moving towards Hawaii under the cover of darkness with huge container ships full of fule, food stuffs and live sheep surrounded by Typhoons, Sea scorepians, Gaint squid, Dreadnaughts and Anphibbious transports. (they will arrive in 3 hours)

General Chesticov looked down on Auckland as a 1,000,000 conscrips marched down the streets on to the awaiting transportation. He turned towards camera "People of New Zealand as we speak the grate armies of the Soviate revolution have won decisive victorries in America. Now the great New Zealand armed forces are attacking Hawaii."

-At Sea-
A huge fleet was moving towards Hawaii under the cover of darkness with huge container ships full of fule, food stuffs and live sheep surrounded by Typhoons, Sea scorepians, Gaint squid, Dreadnaughts and Anphibbious transports. (they will arrive in 3 hours)

(OOC: Live Sheep? :( )

OOC: Sorry for jumping the gun, Kyanges. It won't happen again. It's just that every one else was moving at a faster past than I'm normally used to RPing, so I thought that I would keep it up by describing the effectiveness of my attack.

OH, and by the way. It's the beginning of the war, the Chronosphere isn't yet operational. I'm also shaky on whether any prism tech is, but I'll give you that some, in limited numbers are available.

--Communist China--

Approaching Pyongyang, somewhere in between.
...in the command vehicle of General Law.

"Yes, ok. Yes. Thank you. Over and out." Lieutenant Nyang put the phone back on the receiver.

The General started, "What is the news?"

"The good news is that we're acheiving great sucess in the border invasion. The bad news is that the Koreans were more prepared than we thought--"

"But how is that possible? We were like lightening from a cloudless sky. And still, the Soviets were murdering them. What the fuck is going on?"

"Sir, I don't know," replied the Lieutenant, "but we've got to--"

"I know what we have to do. Lieutenant, order reinforments from our rear, tell many flak traks to guard our V3s, we're going to need them to take out the offensives. Radio Beijing for lots of reinforcements, especially flak traks and V3s. Also ask for construction teams and supply trucks. We will fight a war of siege and a war of precision blitz at the same time. I have a plan."

The phone rang.
"Yes?" The Lt. answered the call. "Uh huh. Yes. That's good! Well done comrade, I'll relay the sucess to the General."

"What is it Nyang?"

"The invasion of the border towns is most sucessful, but they are running into the Korean defenses. They have ordered full V3 bombardment."

"Excellent. Tell them to keep pounding and that reinforcements and supplies have been sent to them with escort. After what can be judged as sufficient bombarding, flank the Grand Cannons and rush them to close the distance to make them ineffective. Then blitz the prism towers were rhinos, v3s and flaks with infantry to overload and destroy them. The pillboxes are secondary priority, and those patriots must be destroyed simultaneously to make the bombardment more effective. Send rhinos to deal with the pillboxes and infantry and some rhino support for the patriots. We must use the adavantage of our fresh forces and quickly attack while we still can and while they are still establishing their defenses. We will win through, there is no way that they can stop us!"

"Of course, sir. Right away."

And within 10 minutes, well coordinated attacks were being staged all across northern Korea.

OOC: Please do not get angry with me for making the first tactical nuclear strike in this war.
IC: The Spanish forces pushed against the American reinforcements, and they suddenly began retreating. Then, suddenly, a large number of Tesla tanks charged the enemy line, firing their electronic beams into the enemy. As that happened, three words were spoken by the Spanish advisor: "Nuclear launch detected."
The nuke fired from it's silo, the target: the rear of the Allied lines. The missile's rockets fired, giving it full speed as it launched into the air.

Yes the live mind controlled sheep
Starts Maniac laughing MUHAHAHA

(Well time to start the attack on Hawaii)

-Near Hawaii-
Admeral Kamov looked at Hawaii through his binoculers.
"Sir we are 5 kilomiters away form Hawaii"
"The max range of the V3 is 3 kilomiters right?"
"Yes sir"
"So bring us into range of the allied shipyard"
"Yes sir"
-10 Minutes later-
"Sir we are in range"
"Can we stop an air attack?"
"Yes sir"
"Then fire"
100 V3 rockets iluminated the sky as anphibious transports and typhoons move forward to land the attack force.

-Korea-
As the Chinese began to pour in, following their ancient strategies, Lt. Armand Domalewski, a brash, blond haired soldier stationed in Korea smirked through his binoculars.

Damn Commies...Sending their people into a meat grinder of death. Well, I hope God will have mercy on them. 'Cause I sure as hell won't.

While the Communists had the numerical advantage, as American troops had significantly withdrawn from Korea while they were under the delusion of peace during the Clinton years. However, what America had luckily retained was its historical ace-in-the-hole. The United States Military, while severely disadvantaged in size, was the world's leading expert in Prism technology. They had mastered the use of Prism Towers, and were spearheading the development of Prism Tanks, already producing scattered amounts. The Chinese forces would receive a hearty pounding after they pushed aside the first line of Korean defense, for the second one was the American Defense Zone. A fully integrated and coordinated line of Prism Towers, Airforce Commands, Pillboxes, and Patriot arrays, backed up by a skeleton force of GIs (specific numbers mentioned previously), Grizzlies, IFVs, and a few scattered Prism Tanks.

"For your country! For your freedom! For our allies! ATTACK! ATTACK! ATTACK! The Communist seeks to kill your children, to butcher your family, to spit on your God! He is a beast, a beast that only you can stop! ATTACK! DO NOT RELENT! GOD BLESS AMERICA!"

He screamed this Prism fire rained upon the Chinese ranks, sending many to run around like "flaming headless chickens."

(OOC: Don't worry, I'm not godmodding by not showing any damage to my ranks. I simply await your response. As for Prism technology, I am going to use it, as my country's military has been severely cutback in recent years, and is forced to rely on high technology.)
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-Germany-
(OOC: History Lovers, since you brought up nukes, I want to discuss something with everyone here. How about we have two versions of superweapons: tactical and strategic. Strategic will be similiar to the strength of real nukes used currently, meaning city-destroying, while tactical refers to weaponry on the scale of RA2.)

"I am become death, destroyer of worlds."

These words once again became truth in a former Axis power, as the Spanish nuclear weapon struck the Earth. Red waves pulsed throughout the air, as if the blast had ripped apart the very fabric of space and time itself. Molecules were ripped asunder, and the American reinforcements to the German front were instantly decimated. The five thousand strong GI force was reduced to three thousand, most of whom were too wounded to fight, and most of the mechanized force was heavily damaged. Fallout spread to the nearby towns, like a jolly grim reaper, cutting swathes through life wherever it went. Of course, the American forces in Germany were spread throughout the nation, and many still remained, but it would take at least two days for the first significant group to arrive. The Spanish had unleashed a wicked armaggedon, and done it extremely well. The Germans were for now, on their own, except for a few rugged bands of Harriers.
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-Texas, United States-
(OOC: Very few people managed to break free of the psychics, Upper Xen/Real ALM, it's just that it would be impossible to make enough Yuri clones to control ever man, woman, and teen of fighting age, especially since only one person can be controlled by one psychic, and in the game itself they are much rarer than say, a conscript.)

"YAHHH!"

A roundhouse kick snapped the neck of the stunned conscript, whose entire body spun in the air with impact. Tanya snapped a quick grin, as she led a raid onto the Soviet outpost. It was a minor base, apparently dedicated to power production as it consisted of a barracks, a few Flak cannons, a smattering of sentry guns, a Construction Yard, and many, many, many Tesla Reactors. A ragtag band of civilians and soldiers, united under the banner of "Sons Of Liberty", followed Tanya into the heart of the base, as she, almost demonically, kicked, punched, and shot her way through hordes of conscripts.

"Plant the C4!"

Tanya ran headfirst at a sentry gun, and leaped to the side as it fired. The one moment that it took to readjust its gun gave her the time necessary to run up to it and slap a C4 on it.

"YEAAAH, BABY!"

Her legs leapt into the air as orange flames roared out from the molten slag that had formerly been a sentry gun. A team of Tesla Troopers had arrived onto the scene however, and their crackling blue electric bolts tossed aside the bodies of Tanya's strike force like rag dolls.

She snarled, and immediately shot a Tesla trooper in the gut, shattering some vital piece of circuitry and frying the poor man on his own weapon. The Tesla forces tried to fight back, but she was seemingly demonic in her speed, managing to avoid the bolts like a bizarre combination of a balley dancer and a cheetah. Even when bolts licked her shoulders, she simply shrugged off the pain, and soon her bullets had decimated the Soviet forces in the small outpost.

Minutes later, the "Sons Of Liberty" dashed out of the outpost as it was consumed in the flames of C4, clambering into their vehicles and driving off into that night.

Throughout Texas, resistance was fierce, for the Russians had, as George W. Bush had said,"Chosen the absolute worst place to invade. When we say 'Don't mess with Texas'---we mean it." With a fiercely patriotic population, coupled with the highest gun per person ratio in the United States, the worst fighting the Russians would experience would most likely come from here.

All over the state, the "Star Spangled Banner" played, on rogue radio stations that kept on springing up, despite immediate Soviet airstrikes on such locations. American flags were handed out by normally penny pinching gas station owners, who felt a widespread swell of support.

It was all for naught, however. Casualties would be high, battles would be ferocious, and even now the Texas National Guard set up base in "The Alamo", and the famed fort had been transformed into a fully fledged military fortress, led by General Assad, a man whose entire military career had been dedicated to the study of defense. (OOC: If anyone could give me a site for Nat. Guard deployments around the US, it would be very helpful. Please note that I'm not randomly tossing around numbers. All are based on actual deployments, except cutback to fit my unique situation.) Still, the worst kept secret in Washington was that there was no chance Texas could hold off the invasion, as the Soviet Military Machine was just too large. For every Conscript killed by a resistance fighter, several more seemed to just spring out of thin air. Blood flowed in the streets of Texas, both Soviet and American...
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-Florida-
The ground situation on Florida was far different. Not only was the state far weaker militarily (its major defenses were naval) its population was far less hardy. Although sporadic resistance continued throughout the state, especially with the "wolverine" units, but while National Guardsmen, mainly consisting of GIs, Harriers, IFVs, and the occassional Grizzly, fought bravely with the guerillas, they were no match for the powerful Soviet force. However, the naval force had a much better chance for victory. Admiral Theo Slavin, an eccentric admiral who wore all black, was extremely pale, and favored long hair, was in command of the the task force speaheaded by the USS Ronald Reagan, which consisted of the aircraft carrier, five destroyers, five AEGIS cruisers, ten ASW Helicopters, and twenty regular-class dolphins. They bombed the Cuban port of Mariel ferociously, as they awaited the arrival of the Soviet fleet. (OOC: I'm going to make a distinction between regular class dolphins and elites, because the ones in the game were extremely overpowered.)

"Admiral Theo, sir."
"Yeaaaaah..."
"What is our battle plan?"
"Ummm...We'll...I need to play my guitar. For, y'know, inspiration."

Five minutes later, after a major jam session, accentuated by violent hair shakings, Theo's face lit up.

"Alright, I've got a plan. Place the Carrier in the center, and the destroyers should circle around it in a defensive position. Tell all planes on both the destroyers and the Reagan to initiate heavy bombardment of the Cuban port. Have the dolphins lie in waiting, ready to ambush the Soviet navy when it gets here."
"Sir, what about the Cuban navy?"
"I'm guessing most of it is with the Soviets. Order the destroyer cannons to engage any that are not, but remember, send all planes to attack the port."

A similiar battle group, composed of identical forces except that the Aircraft Carrier was named the [I] USS Korea [I/] (So named in honor of their loyal allies) sped forward to attack the Soviet Navy that had spearheaded the naval landing in Florida, with the dolphins speeding ahead first to probe the defenses and confuse the Russians.
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-White House-

"They what?!?!"
"Sir, they've nuclear. Strange isn't it, that Spain would be the one to do this?"
"F**in' Spaniards. And we can't do anything back. F*ck."

George W. Bush grasped his forehead in rage. In one day, his country had come under assault from seemingly everyone, and it seemed that democracy itself was under attack as Korea and Germany indicated. And now this...

"Donald, what are our options?"
"All we can do is continue conventional operations."
"SIR! SIR!"

Secret Service Agent Chikara Yuki sprinted into the room, his face bloated with rage and shock.

"What is it, Chikara?"
"Pear Harbor is under attack."


"Shit. By who?"
"New Zealand."
"The f***in' hell?!? New Zealand? What are they gonna attack us with? Sheep?"
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-Pear Harbor-

Sammy Chan, a small girl of Japanese descent, began her daily routine, as she clambered out of bed. Her feet slid into a pair of slippers, and a slight pitter patter filled the house as the eight year old creeped throughout the little cottage. Her small fingers punched the temperature for the thermostat (except in Hawaii, it was to cool the house in the morning), and she went to feed the cat. As her smalll fingers clutched the can, a strange urge forced her to look up, out of the window.

It would be the last thing she ever saw.

A V3 rocket smashed directly into her home, tearing her asunder instantly. The home crumbled in devastation, as the flames devoured all that was left.

Sammy Chan was the first American casualty in Hawaii. And she wouldn't be the last.

Dusk turned to dawn, and life turned to death as the New Zealanders began their naval strike. Luckily for the Americans, they had realized after fifty years that defending the nation's major point in the Pacfic Ocean was vital, and alarm bells instantly began to ring. Patriot batteries intercepted streams of V3 rockets, and Prism batteries unleashed their deadly blasts on any ships that dared come near enough. Anti-Submarine Helicopters immediately flew out, and dolphins followed closely behind, concencrating on knocking the submarine force out before it could do harm to the thirty Destroyers, thirty AEGIS, and two aircraft carriers. Hundreds of dolphins poured out, joyously swimming onto their mission. The beginnings of the defense would concencrate on doing as much damage as possible to the New Zealand Fleet with dolphins, anti-submarine Helicopters, and Harriers. The coast was defended by the AEGIS cruisers and patriot batteries, which were both further inland.

Load speakers blared "The Star Spangled Banner", and the battle for Pearl Harbor had begun.
(OOC: Blood Reaper, I would expect your fleet to be defeated by the US defense force, which I believe is more powerful than the New Zealand one, but things will obviouslt change once Soviet reinforcements arrive.)
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(OOC EDIT: Upon seeing history lover casualtis from the weather device, and realizing that EMP is strangely nonexistant in RA2, I changed my stats a little.)

OOC: About the tactical/strategic superweapons, let's discuss that in the main thread.
IC:Looking at the pitiful American response, President Sanchez, wishing for more fun, decided to taunt the American President. He spoke to his Lieutenant, Elena Rodriguez: "Send a message to 'President' Bush, since he speaks spanish, do not translate it: 'Sr. presidente, eres un idiota llameante.'"
"Si, Camarada Sanchez."

OOC: Please do not get angry with me for making the first tactical nuclear strike in this war.
IC: The Spanish forces pushed against the American reinforcements, and they suddenly began retreating. Then, suddenly, a large number of Tesla tanks charged the enemy line, firing their electronic beams into the enemy. As that happened, three words were spoken by the Spanish advisor: "Nuclear launch detected."
The nuke fired from it's silo, the target: the rear of the Allied lines. The missile's rockets fired, giving it full speed as it launched into the air.

OOC: Armandian Cheese,yah, I do know that nukes do cause EMPs- but, in RA2, whenever I got hit by a Soviet nuke- not all my units were disabled. Here, I'll RP the force as half destroyed- if any of you have a problem with that, I'll change.

At the Command Centre, the General's mouth dropped wide open. He couldn't believe that the Spanish would be desperate enough to do this. So, he gave a one-word order: "SCATTER!", and then hit the floor, along with his other staff.

Outside, the tanks tried to scatter, and some managed to get away, but around half of them were vaporized by the bomb. Those that remained were badly damaged, but still functioning.

Meanwhile, after the blast had settled, the German general stood up. He was handed a photograph from a recon satellite of the battlefield after the explosion. "God almighty," he murmured. He then cleared his throat, and got on the radio. "This is General Brandt speaking. All Allied forces in the area, retreat. Regroup at Gamma." Gamma was the codename for a small town about ten miles away near the battlefield, where something VERY important was being kept. What it was, Brandt wouldn't say, but he would demonstrate soon enough.

He then called one of his attaches over. He whispered, "Colonel- Call down to Gamma- tell them to activate Ares."

The young Colonel gulped, "Ares, sir? Does it really call for that?"

The General nodded, "Indeed. If the Spanish want to use tactical nuclear weapons, then we can use the weather to our advantage. Now, go."

The Colonel saluted, "Yes, sir," and ran off.

AT GAMMA

The weather control device came to life. Its massive generators began stirring up the atmosphere, creating a great storm over the beach indeed. The Spanish may have struck hard, but the fatherland will strike back.....

OOC: Wait a second!!! The Weather Control Device hasn't been invented yet! Oh well.
IC: The storm struck at the Spanish positions, and many conscripts were struck dead by the storm. However, the soldiers charged in the direction the Allies had run, swearing and cursing at them in spanish.
CASUALTIES:
Several conscripts
5 Rhinos, destroyed
1 Rhino, damaged
1 Apocalypse, damaged.

OOC: Wait a second!!! The Weather Control Device hasn't been invented yet! Oh well.
IC: The storm struck at the Spanish positions, and many conscripts were struck dead by the storm. However, the soldiers charged in the direction the Allies had run, swearing and cursing at them in spanish.
CASUALTIES:
Several conscripts
5 Rhinos, destroyed
1 Rhino, damaged
1 Apocalypse, damaged.

OOC: I thought we could use it, TBH- I don't think the Chronosphere's been invented yet, though

OOC: Wait a second!!! The Weather Control Device hasn't been invented yet! Oh well.
IC: The storm struck at the Spanish positions, and many conscripts were struck dead by the storm. However, the soldiers charged in the direction the Allies had run, swearing and cursing at them in spanish.
CASUALTIES:
Several conscripts
5 Rhinos, destroyed
1 Rhino, damaged
1 Apocalypse, damaged.

The German forces continued their retreat from the beachead, heading towards the city of Flensburg. At Flensburg, the 9th Panzer and the 13th Infantry divisions were there to help relieve the battered German forces. Defences had been set up all over the town, and on the roads into it, hopefully to pocket and destroy the Spanish Army.

Meanwhile, at the beachead, the Harriers continued to pummel the Spanish positions, hitting the Command Centre and Power Plants.

"Insufficient power." said the advisor.
General Ramirez, President Sanchez' right hand man, swore. He ordered the repair of the power plants, and ordered the construction of many flak cannons around the base. As tesla troopers went to charge the towers, the army charged into the enemy forces, AK-47s firing at high speed. The Rhinos charged at the enemy, releasing their shells of death at the enemy, and the Apocalypse tanks turned their guns to the sky and fired missiles at the Harriers returning for fuel.
OOC: Good. I can't stand that Chronosphere. A very well done Chrono-strike can destroy the most well-constructed base.

OOC: About the tactical/strategic superweapons, let's discuss that in the main thread.
IC:Looking at the pitiful American response, President Sanchez, wishing for more fun, decided to taunt the American President. He spoke to his Lieutenant, Elena Rodriguez: "Send a message to 'President' Bush, since he speaks spanish, do not translate it: 'Sr. presidente, eres un idiota llameante.'"
"Si, Camarada Sanchez."
OOC: I on the other hand, can't speak Spanish, so could you not send more messages in Spanish? Polish, English, and German are fine, but I can't speak Spanish, and online dictionaries are rudimentary, at best.
IC: ¿ "Tonto? Usted sabe muy bien lo que los rusos han hecho a nuestro arsenal nuclear, señor. Usted es el tonto para atrever de hacer esto sobre nosotros y sobre nuestros aliados; tenemos muchas más artimañas arriba la manga."

-Flensburg, Germany-

The remains of the American force struck by the nuclear blast, about three thousand GIs, three hundred Grizzlies, and three hundred IFVs, roared into town to reinforce the Germans. Supreme Commander Of European Forces, (American forces in Europe, that is) General Benito Sanchez, a man who pulled himself from the slums of New York to become the Supreme Commander of European Forces through a combination of wit, humor, and courage flew in a NightHawk Transport helicopter, arriving at the command center to meet the German general to form a joint strategy. Soon, any American soldiers that weren't busy guarding other vital centers in Germany would pour in, giving them a force of about thirty thousand at their disposal within a week. Meanwhile, American harriers aided the German ones in their attacks against Spanish installations.

-White House-

George W. Bush paced the Oval Office, gazing over various computer screens he'd installed so he could see the up-to-the-minute battle data. Things weren't looking good, to say the least, especially with the Spanish unleashing their nuclear arsenal. Still, the freak weather storm that had struck the Spanish force had proved useful, (OOC: The Americans have no idea about the German Weather Control Device.) and it looked like the Americans had a chance to regroup with the Germans, and strike back.

"Mr. President...", a sultry voice emerged from the shadows.
"Condi?"

Condoleeza Rice walked in from behind "Dubya", her hips moving in a slow, almost hypnotic manner.

"I need to discuss certain budgetary matters with you..."

Now, let us stop for a moment. (OOC: Again, I repeat, this version of Condi is an evil blend of Monica Lewinsky and Hillary Clinton.) COndoleeza Rice is no fool, so you may ask, why would she try to seduce "Dubya" in such an obvious, almost ridiculous manner?

"Yeah? What about 'em? Geez, you're antsy. Why you walkin all funny like? Want a donut?"

Because this George W. Bush was, when it came to matters of love, as dense as a brick. Yes, no Laura Bush existed, as did no daughters. He did not even notice Condoleeza's hopeless attempts, much to her chagrin.

Well, it looks like the Monica approach to controlling him won't work...

"Meeshter President?"
"Heh?"

Dubya turned around as a figure began to form out of a blue-ish mist. Frizzy white hair sprouted out everywhere from his large head, and a salt-and-pepper moustache adorned his face, and he bore a strange white suit.

"My name eesh Professhor Albert Einstein. I need to talk to you about a few thingsh, shir."
"How the hell did you just teleport into the Oval Office?"
"That eesh what I weesh to shpeak about."

OOC: Alright. I couldn't help myself :D.
IC: As the power plants finished repairing, the nuclear silo began to finish the arming sequence for a second tactical missile, and a wide broadcast was sent to the Allies, including military radios: "Allied units, we are from the great Socialist Republic of Spain. We have a Nuclear missile targeted at your position in Flensburg. If you attempt to escape, or use that. . .weapon. . .you know what I speak of, Nuclear fire will rain from the sky upon you. This is your ONLY warning."

-Korea-
As the Chinese began to pour in, following their ancient strategies, Lt. Armand Domalewski, a brash, blond haired soldier stationed in Korea smirked through his binoculars.

Damn Commies...Sending their people into a meat grinder of death. Well, I hope God will have mercy on them. 'Cause I sure as hell won't.

While the Communists had the numerical advantage, as American troops had significantly withdrawn from Korea while they were under the delusion of peace during the Clinton years. However, what America had luckily retained was its historical ace-in-the-hole. The United States Military, while severely disadvantaged in size, was the world's leading expert in Prism technology. They had mastered the use of Prism Towers, and were spearheading the development of Prism Tanks, already producing scattered amounts. The Chinese forces would receive a hearty pounding after they pushed aside the first line of Korean defense, for the second one was the American Defense Zone. A fully integrated and coordinated line of Prism Towers, Airforce Commands, Pillboxes, and Patriot arrays, backed up by a skeleton force of GIs (specific numbers mentioned previously), Grizzlies, IFVs, and a few scattered Prism Tanks.

"For your country! For your freedom! For our allies! ATTACK! ATTACK! ATTACK! The Communist seeks to kill your children, to butcher your family, to spit on your God! He is a beast, a beast that only you can stop! ATTACK! DO NOT RELENT! GOD BLESS AMERICA!"

He screamed this Prism fire rained upon the Chinese ranks, sending many to run around like "flaming headless chickens."

(OOC: Don't worry, I'm not godmodding by not showing any damage to my ranks. I simply await your response. As for Prism technology, I am going to use it, as my country's military has been severely cutback in recent years, and is forced to rely on high technology.)
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-Germany-
(OOC: History Lovers, since you brought up nukes, I want to discuss something with everyone here. How about we have two versions of superweapons: tactical and strategic. Strategic will be similiar to the strength of real nukes used currently, meaning city-destroying, while tactical refers to weaponry on the scale of RA2.)

"I am become death, destroyer of worlds."

These words once again became truth in a former Axis power, as the Spanish nuclear weapon struck the Earth. Red waves pulsed throughout the air, as if the blast had ripped apart the very fabric of space and time itself. Molecules were ripped asunder, and the American reinforcements to the German front were instantly decimated. The five thousand strong GI force was reduced to a few hundred, most of whom were too wounded to fight, and the entire mechanized force had been rendered useless by the EMP pulse. Fallout spread to the nearby towns, like a jolly grim reaper, cutting swathes through life wherever it went. Of course, the American forces in Germany were spread throughout the nation, and many still remained, but it would take at least two days for the first significant group to arrive. The Spanish had unleashed a wicked armaggedon, and done it extremely well. The Germans were for now, on their own, except for a few rugged bands of Harriers.
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-Texas, United States-
(OOC: Very few people managed to break free of the psychics, Upper Xen/Real ALM, it's just that it would be impossible to make enough Yuri clones to control ever man, woman, and teen of fighting age, especially since only one person can be controlled by one psychic, and in the game itself they are much rarer than say, a conscript.)

"YAHHH!"

A roundhouse kick snapped the neck of the stunned conscript, whose entire body spun in the air with impact. Tanya snapped a quick grin, as she led a raid onto the Soviet outpost. It was a minor base, apparently dedicated to power production as it consisted of a barracks, a few Flak cannons, a smattering of sentry guns, a Construction Yard, and many, many, many Tesla Reactors. A ragtag band of civilians and soldiers, united under the banner of "Sons Of Liberty", followed Tanya into the heart of the base, as she, almost demonically, kicked, punched, and shot her way through hordes of conscripts.

"Plant the C4!"

Tanya ran headfirst at a sentry gun, and leaped to the side as it fired. The one moment that it took to readjust its gun gave her the time necessary to run up to it and slap a C4 on it.

"YEAAAH, BABY!"

Her legs leapt into the air as orange flames roared out from the molten slag that had formerly been a sentry gun. A team of Tesla Troopers had arrived onto the scene however, and their crackling blue electric bolts tossed aside the bodies of Tanya's strike force like rag dolls.

She snarled, and immediately shot a Tesla trooper in the gut, shattering some vital piece of circuitry and frying the poor man on his own weapon. The Tesla forces tried to fight back, but she was seemingly demonic in her speed, managing to avoid the bolts like a bizarre combination of a balley dancer and a cheetah. Even when bolts licked her shoulders, she simply shrugged off the pain, and soon her bullets had decimated the Soviet forces in the small outpost.

Minutes later, the "Sons Of Liberty" dashed out of the outpost as it was consumed in the flames of C4, clambering into their vehicles and driving off into that night.

Throughout Texas, resistance was fierce, for the Russians had, as George W. Bush had said,"Chosen the absolute worst place to invade. When we say 'Don't mess with Texas'---we mean it." With a fiercely patriotic population, coupled with the highest gun per person ratio in the United States, the worst fighting the Russians would experience would most likely come from here.

All over the state, the "Star Spangled Banner" played, on rogue radio stations that kept on springing up, despite immediate Soviet airstrikes on such locations. American flags were handed out by normally penny pinching gas station owners, who felt a widespread swell of support.

It was all for naught, however. Casualties would be high, battles would be ferocious, and even now the Texas National Guard set up base in "The Alamo", and the famed fort had been transformed into a fully fledged military fortress, led by General Assad, a man whose entire military career had been dedicated to the study of defense. (OOC: If anyone could give me a site for Nat. Guard deployments around the US, it would be very helpful. Please note that I'm not randomly tossing around numbers. All are based on actual deployments, except cutback to fit my unique situation.) Still, the worst kept secret in Washington was that there was no chance Texas could hold off the invasion, as the Soviet Military Machine was just too large. For every Conscript killed by a resistance fighter, several more seemed to just spring out of thin air. Blood flowed in the streets of Texas, both Soviet and American...
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-Florida-
The ground situation on Florida was far different. Not only was the state far weaker militarily (its major defenses were naval) its population was far less hardy. Although sporadic resistance continued throughout the state, especially with the "wolverine" units, but while National Guardsmen, mainly consisting of GIs, Harriers, IFVs, and the occassional Grizzly, fought bravely with the guerillas, they were no match for the powerful Soviet force. However, the naval force had a much better chance for victory. Admiral Theo Slavin, an eccentric admiral who wore all black, was extremely pale, and favored long hair, was in command of the the task force speaheaded by the USS Ronald Reagan, which consisted of the aircraft carrier, five destroyers, five AEGIS cruisers, ten ASW Helicopters, and twenty regular-class dolphins. They bombed the Cuban port of Mariel ferociously, as they awaited the arrival of the Soviet fleet. (OOC: I'm going to make a distinction between regular class dolphins and elites, because the ones in the game were extremely overpowered.)

"Admiral Theo, sir."
"Yeaaaaah..."
"What is our battle plan?"
"Ummm...We'll...I need to play my guitar. For, y'know, inspiration."

Five minutes later, after a major jam session, accentuated by violent hair shakings, Theo's face lit up.

"Alright, I've got a plan. Place the Carrier in the center, and the destroyers should circle around it in a defensive position. Tell all planes on both the destroyers and the Reagan to initiate heavy bombardment of the Cuban port. Have the dolphins lie in waiting, ready to ambush the Soviet navy when it gets here."
"Sir, what about the Cuban navy?"
"I'm guessing most of it is with the Soviets. Order the destroyer cannons to engage any that are not, but remember, send all planes to attack the port."

A similiar battle group, composed of identical forces except that the Aircraft Carrier was named the USS Korea [I/] (So named in honor of their loyal allies) sped forward to attack the Soviet Navy that had spearheaded the naval landing in Florida, with the dolphins speeding ahead first to probe the defenses and confuse the Russians.
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-White House-

"They what?!?!"
"Sir, they've nuclear. Strange isn't it, that Spain would be the one to do this?"
"F**in' Spaniards. And we can't do anything back. F*ck."

George W. Bush grasped his forehead in rage. In one day, his country had come under assault from seemingly everyone, and it seemed that democracy itself was under attack as Korea and Germany indicated. And now this...

"Donald, what are our options?"
"All we can do is continue conventional operations."
"SIR! SIR!"

Secret Service Agent Chikara Yuki sprinted into the room, his face bloated with rage and shock.

"What is it, Chikara?"
"Pear Harbor is under attack."


"Shit. By who?"
"New Zealand."
"The f***in' hell?!? New Zealand? What are they gonna attack us with? Sheep?"
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-Pear Harbor-

Sammy Chan, a small girl of Japanese descent, began her daily routine, as she clambered out of bed. Her feet slid into a pair of slippers, and a slight pitter patter filled the house as the eight year old creeped throughout the little cottage. Her small fingers punched the temperature for the thermostat (except in Hawaii, it was to cool the house in the morning), and she went to feed the cat. As her smalll fingers clutched the can, a strange urge forced her to look up, out of the window.

It would be the last thing she ever saw.

A V3 rocket smashed directly into her home, tearing her asunder instantly. The home crumbled in devastation, as the flames devoured all that was left.

Sammy Chan was the first American casualty in Hawaii. And she wouldn't be the last.

Dusk turned to dawn, and life turned to death as the New Zealanders began their naval strike. Luckily for the Americans, they had realized after fifty years that defending the nation's major point in the Pacfic Ocean was vital, and alarm bells instantly began to ring. Patriot batteries intercepted streams of V3 rockets, and Prism batteries unleashed their deadly blasts on any ships that dared come near enough. Anti-Submarine Helicopters immediately flew out, and dolphins followed closely behind, concencrating on knocking the submarine force out before it could do harm to the thirty Destroyers, thirty AEGIS, and two aircraft carriers. Hundreds of dolphins poured out, joyously swimming onto their mission. The beginnings of the defense would concencrate on doing as much damage as possible to the New Zealand Fleet with dolphins, anti-submarine Helicopters, and Harriers. The coast was defended by the AEGIS cruisers and patriot batteries, which were both further inland.

Load speakers blared "The Star Spangled Banner", and the battle for Pearl Harbor had begun.
(OOC: Blood Reaper, I would expect your fleet to be defeated by the US defense force, which I believe is more powerful than the New Zealand one, but things will obviouslt change once Soviet reinforcements arrive.)
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OOC: I'm sending a huge force to attack Hawaii too, y'know.

IC:

TEXAS:

The fight was not going well for the Soviets. All over the Lone Star State, guerilla bands, empowered by the Second Amendment, shot at the incoming Soviet forces. Rumors abounded of an American Amazon named "Tanya" in the area, working with the Army, who had amazing gunplay skills; his men were positviely terrified by this. Still, the Russians had the advantage, General Mikhailov took a page from Ulysses S. Grant's playbook of Not-So-Subtle tactics: Good Old Fashioned Attrition. He had more men, more tanks, he could just pour it on, thick.

He did have a chance for a propaganda coup, something to get his Conscripts to stop quaking in their boots at the news of the Texan resistance. Texas National Guardsmen had taken up shelter in the Alamo. Mikhailov had heard of the Alamo, he had seen the movie by John Wayne as part of an American Culture class. Now, he smiled as he planned to do what the Mexicans did all over again: storm the place, and kill everyone inside. Or, if he could, use his remaining Yuri Clones to mind control them.

He smiled, his forces were at the outskirts of Austin. Driving on the main highway into the city, a column of Tesla Tanks, Apocalypse and Rhino Tanks, Flak Tracks, and all sorts of ground infantry marched into the city. They took care to secure their flanks with tanks and Kirov Air Support, which was bombing random parts of the city already to try and deny the Texans cover.

They tried to move as fast as possible. The US Army and Air Force were still on the move, though greatly weakened, they would pose a fight of epic proportions before they would let Mikhailov command the Lone Star State.

HAWAII:

"The New Zealand People's Navy has attacked Pearl Harbor!"

"Excellent, we shall have somebody watching for us. We're taking a risk as is."

Admiral Chukov was in high spirits. Yet he was quite reserved. Hawaii was far away from Soviet Vladivostok, if he lost here, it would be a long way home.

His massive Soviet Pacific Fleet planned to aid the NZPN forces as they tried to smash the US defenses at Pearl. Time was of the essence, Chukov had to get this doen fast, or else the US would wipe him out.

When he got within 150 nm of Pearl, he ordered his MiGs and Kirovs to begin bombing the base. On command, a massive air armada of 2,000 Kirovs and 1,000 MiGs raced to Pearl, and began a bombing run.....

FLORIDA:

The Admiral Kuznetsov was on the prowl.....the USS Korea had joined the engagement, now that the war on land was winding down, the Soviets now had to figure out how to kill the US Navy.

They had a sizable force, and now, they would use it. The Kuznetsov Pursuit Squadron, formed temporarily by the Commander's orders to hunt the Reagan down personally, was furiously moving up and down the Florida coast and the seas around the Keys, looking for her. They found her, setting up for an attack on Mariel. Readying the V3's, the Kuznetsov and its comrades fired at the Reagan Battle Group's ships, targeting the outer line of escorts. The Squids and Subs went for the escorts as well, and the Sea Scorpions moved to counter the inevitable ASW Choppers and Hornet swarms.

The rest of the Soviet bavy was fighting hard. They had come under attack from the [I]Korea Battle Group, and the Sea Scorpions, Dreadnoughts, Squids, and Subs were fending for their lives, as flak was flying at the Hornets and ASW Choppers, V3's were shot in the general direction of the Korea Battle Group's Destroyers and Carriers and the Squids and Subs tussled with the Dolpshins and tried to reach for the AEGIS Cruisers, though whether they would succeed was doubtful.

GERMANY:

The Soviets pressed their advantage. They had to act NOW, for Von Papen had brought 150,000 more men from Dresden. Tukachevsky took no chances, he assembled his newly assembled Mind Controlled Grizzly and Tank Destroyer forces along with men from his forces in the 1st and 2nd Polish Front and attacked Army Group Dresden first, launching a massive offensive, firing V3's and using their remaining air support to begin bombing Army Group Dresden.

HUNGHAM:

The Soviet offensive was failing, the Korean Grand Cannons and Black Eagles had broken them. Yet Admiral Glazunov could not retreat, lest he be killed by the NKVD.

He contemplated surrender.....if he defected, he might get better treatment from the Koreans, besides, he wasn't going anywhere in the Soviet military hirearchy anyway. His men might suffer a different fate though, but if he could trade in any info about the Psy-Corp program, then he might get him and his boys better treatment.

He then shook his head, and said: "No way."

He decided to fight on, he decided to hold the line, at the very least get his men out of there.

He ordered a general retreat, his men soon began running for the remaining transports and makeshift fleet of lifeboats and other such ships to try and escape. As they did this, Korean fire was still going, the Grand Cannons were still exacting their heavy toll. Many of the transports and lifeboats were sunk before they made it to the arms of the Soviet Navy, which was still under fire.

CHINA:

Premier Romanov sent the following secret telegram to the Chinese Government via the Soviet embassy in Beijing:

"Dear Comrades-

Enclosed is the detailed schematics and specifications for the T-1024 Apocalypse tank, the T-123 Tesla Tank, the TU-1034 Kirov Attack Zepplin, and the AK-600 Tesla Infantry Weapons system. We shall be sending technicians as well to your land to facilitate production.

Long live Socialism-

Premier Aleksandr Romanov
General Sec. Of the Communist Party of the USSR
Premier of the USSR"

OOC: I just want to say that it will be virtually impossible for Korea to win because of China's sheer numbers of concentration, plus the fact that Korea will be depleting its planes and pilots from the virtually suicide runs that they will attempt on my forces which have a such a large ammount flak traks. That being said, China will take many losses. Korea's salvation may be in the fact that Black Eagle pilots are so good that they can take out many before they die, and that goes the same for the American Prism towers and Grand Cannons. There will be losses, but I believe that my plan of attack is so good that it can bypass most grandcannon fire, and destroy the prism towers after taking some casualties. The goal of China is to kick Korea out of the war for good and to kill as many American forces in Korea as possible. This is for the aid of China's Soviet allies.

--Communist China--

Imperial Palace, Beijing.

The Chairman was walking along the strand when his aide caught up to him, panting and joyfulliing decreeing,
"Sir! We have two telegrams, one from the Front, and one from Premier Romanov."

"Let me see them." The Chairman said in his usual calm, and soothing voice.
"Aye, I see," the Chairman continued, "this most welcome news, most welcome indeed. It seems that General Law is requesting reinforcements and supplies; he must be doing well enough to ask for some so politely. Yes, hmm, let's see. And, he reports excellent progress, as expected with our superior and youthful blitz push. The Allies are done for in Korea. There is no way for them to win through on that puny peninsula. Now it shall be another of China's provinces, and its peoples subjugated and enslaved to do the work of their captors. Of course, officially they will be treated simply as P.O.W.'s."

An evil smirk crept across his face, and he continued, "Yes, this is most welcome indeed. In fact, I don't care how many tanks are lost, heck we were having population problems anyways. Sgt., send orders for more conscripts and increased factory production. I think we're going to need more for defense and more for an invasion for to Europe and America. I think it's show time. This other message here, yes, yes. It is good too. It is an array of plans for troop technology, most notably a very large and powerful tank with... built in air defenses! Amazing. Send Premier Romanov the best fruit basket possible along with a cake with the most beautiful girl that you can find in it."

The Chairman went back to his desk and began to write a letter.
To Australia, and to New Zealand:

Welcome, friends, to the glorious new world order. I am pleased to here of both your countries new found zeal to the communist cause, and am even more pleased to here of your mobilization. Please send liason officers and their details as soon as possible so that we can coordinate our efforts. I will do the same. Best wishes to you.

Your Greatest Ally,
China,
Chairman, Chung Tao

-Pear Harbor-

Sammy Chan, a small girl of Japanese descent, began her daily routine, as she clambered out of bed. Her feet slid into a pair of slippers, and a slight pitter patter filled the house as the eight year old creeped throughout the little cottage. Her small fingers punched the temperature for the thermostat (except in Hawaii, it was to cool the house in the morning), and she went to feed the cat. As her smalll fingers clutched the can, a strange urge forced her to look up, out of the window.

It would be the last thing she ever saw.

A V3 rocket smashed directly into her home, tearing her asunder instantly. The home crumbled in devastation, as the flames devoured all that was left.

Sammy Chan was the first American casualty in Hawaii. And she wouldn't be the last.

Dusk turned to dawn, and life turned to death as the New Zealanders began their naval strike. Luckily for the Americans, they had realized after fifty years that defending the nation's major point in the Pacfic Ocean was vital, and alarm bells instantly began to ring. Patriot batteries intercepted streams of V3 rockets, and Prism batteries unleashed their deadly blasts on any ships that dared come near enough. Anti-Submarine Helicopters immediately flew out, and dolphins followed closely behind, concencrating on knocking the submarine force out before it could do harm to the thirty Destroyers, thirty AEGIS, and two aircraft carriers. Hundreds of dolphins poured out, joyously swimming onto their mission. The beginnings of the defense would concencrate on doing as much damage as possible to the New Zealand Fleet with dolphins, anti-submarine Helicopters, and Harriers. The coast was defended by the AEGIS cruisers and patriot batteries, which were both further inland.

Load speakers blared "The Star Spangled Banner", and the battle for Pearl Harbor had begun.
(OOC: Blood Reaper, I would expect your fleet to be defeated by the US defense force, which I believe is more powerful than the New Zealand one, but things will obviouslt change once Soviet reinforcements arrive.)

OOC: This is the first wave
-At Sea-
"More typhoons have been speared from the convoy duty to help fight sir"
"Good how are the dreadnaught forces?"
"Fine we just need more rockets and more dreads (Soviate slang) form the main convoy"

-Convoy-
"The sheep are ready to be used as weapons"
"Good load up ships and send em to the front"

OOC: Alright. I couldn't help myself :D.
IC: As the power plants finished repairing, the nuclear silo began to finish the arming sequence for a second tactical missile, and a wide broadcast was sent to the Allies, including military radios: "Allied units, we are from the great Socialist Republic of Spain. We have a Nuclear missile targeted at your position in Flensburg. If you attempt to escape, or use that. . .weapon. . .you know what I speak of, Nuclear fire will rain from the sky upon you. This is your ONLY warning."

OOC: Using tactical nukes is not a terribly good idea. Meh, Spain will soon pay the price, anyway :)

General Brandt prepared to respond. However, first, he checked the status of Ares- it was working, and ready to fire another shot. He then ordered two squadrons (24) Harriers in the air immediately, to make a strike on the reactor.

15 minutes later, as soon as they were within striking distance of the reactor, Brandt got on the radio. "This is General Brandt of the Federal Republic of Germany- I have only but one response to your nuke. Nuts."

He was right. At the base, the remaining 18 Harriers fought their way past flak and fired every last weapon they had at the nuclear missile silo. A great fire soon engulfed it, as shown by satellite. Brandt could only hope it had worked.

GERMANY:

The Soviets pressed their advantage. They had to act NOW, for Von Papen had brought 150,000 more men from Dresden. Tukachevsky took no chances, he assembled his newly assembled Mind Controlled Grizzly and Tank Destroyer forces along with men from his forces in the 1st and 2nd Polish Front and attacked Army Group Dresden first, launching a massive offensive, firing V3's and using their remaining air support to begin bombing Army Group Dresden.



Army Group Dresden scattered to try to avoid the V3s, protecting the Prism Tanks as they started attacking the V3s. The Tank Destroyers tried to wipe out the captured armour, trying to weave in and out of the fire and debris.

Von Papen immediately saw a kight at the end of the tunnel. Because Tukachevsky had amassed so much of his force to attack Army Group Dresden, he had left much of his right flank undefended. Von Papen had about 65,000 of his original force left- he would hope it was enough. He then got on the radio to his local commanders of Army Group Oder (Von Papen's original force), and said, "I have but one command: ATTACK!"

Army Group Oder smashed into the right flank of the Soviet lines, the IFVs firing as much and as often as they could to wipe out the infantry, backed by their own. The Prism Tanks fired at will, aiming for whatever Soviet units they could fine.

However, the 2nd Tank Destroyer Regiment was the hero here: They ran at full speed into the centre of the Soviet formation, attacking any tank they could find. No one really knows why the 2nd did what it did. Some say it was out of patriotism. Some say it was because the crews felt they had nothing to lose. However, the 2nd tried to cripple as much of the Soviet armor as it possibly could.

The Harriers' missiles were deadly effective, but, unlike the Black Eagles, they were not fast enough. As the last of the missiles flew at the silo, the missile was released into the atmosphere, heading straight for the German weather control device. The silo was no more, but flak guns beat upon the enemy harriers hard, hoping that they would not trouble Spain again.
-------NEAR FLENSBURG, GERMANY
The single flak track unloaded three Yuri clones and two terrorists. One Yuri clone mind-controlled the only guy that saw them, and shot him with a pistol. The terrorists both got into civilian cars, and drove toward the Allied base. The Allies saw the two cars coming, but didn't realize they were enemies until they drove directly into the base, and straight at the large weather control device!

OOC: Armandian, that's Albrecht Einstein, not Albert von Einstein. Jews couldn't be nobility! Also, the Chronosphere can only teleport vehicles. Normal guys just die when you activate it over them. And isn't supposed to work until you deploy the main one in the Florida Keys.

(OOC: This isn't a response to anyone's RP. I'll type that up when I have the time. I just noticed that everyone is jumping up for Super Weapons, and all manner of advanced tech. It's to late too stop the ones that have been used already, but, I'd like to to hold off on any further use of them. History lovers is right, that numerous pieces of technology that we're using now have not been developed yet in this early stage of the war, but I feel that we must strike a balance, to keep thins RP interesting, but also make sure that all the concentrated use of SWs, and advanced weaponry doesn't end this war in a day. Advanced Infantry, vehicles, and base defenses are one thing, but SWs are in a category all their own due to their ability to wipe out anything, no matter how powerful. Use your better judgment is all I'm saying. Thank you.)

EDIT: (OOC: W00tage! 1,000th post!)

The Harriers' missiles were deadly effective, but, unlike the Black Eagles, they were not fast enough. As the last of the missiles flew at the silo, the missile was released into the atmosphere, heading straight for the German weather control device. The silo was no more, but flak guns beat upon the enemy harriers hard, hoping that they would not trouble Spain again.
-------NEAR FLENSBURG, GERMANY
The single flak track unloaded three Yuri clones and two terrorists. One Yuri clone mind-controlled the only guy that saw them, and shot him with a pistol. The terrorists both got into civilian cars, and drove toward the Allied base. The Allies saw the two cars coming, but didn't realize they were enemies until they drove directly into the base, and straight at the large weather control device!

Only about four Harriers remained. All were heavily damaged, and flew away as fast as they could. They had paid a heavy price, yes, but the pilots knew that they had saved the Allied army in the North. They flew back to base, and were debriefed. General Brandt said, "We need a better way to do this..."

OUTSIDE OF FLENSBURG

German guards immediately fired on the cars, however, it was in vain. One of the cars smashed into the Weather Control Device, severly damaging it. The other car's tires had been shot out by the guards, but it crashed into a gatehouse, killing the two guards inside. The other guards immediately spotted the Yuri clones and eliminated them.

General Brandt was immediately summoned to the Device to assess the damage. He shook his head, and sighed, "There goes our advantage."

One of the younger officers piped up, "Can it be fixed?"

Brandt nodded, "Ja, ja, it can- but it will take quite sometime. Meanwhile, I want you to send the plans to this thing to our labs in Bavaria and elsewhere in the south- we need to build as many of these things as we can."

Brandt shook his head again, and got into his staff car. He went back to base to meet with his American counterpart.

OOC: This is the first wave
-Hawaii-
An anphibious transport landed near the hawaii air port and out pored a terror drone and 16 yuri clones and 2 engerneers
Yuri clone "Get the air field and we'll take care of any civilions"
"right away"
Next to them more anphibious transports landed with more consrcipts.
-At Sea-
"More typhoons have been speared from the convoy duty to help fight sir"
"Good how are the dreadnaught forces?"
"Fine we just need more rockets and more dreads (Soviate slang) form the main convoy"

-Convoy-
"The sheep are ready to be used as weapons"
"Good load up ships and send em to the front"
(OOC: Bloody Reaper, how can you bypass all of my defenses, and the navy to land? Respond to the dolphins and AWS helicopters sent to intercept the subs and amphibious landers.)

(OOC: This isn't a response to anyone's RP. I'll type that up when I have the time. I just noticed that everyone is jumping up for Super Weapons, and all manner of advanced tech. It's to late too stop the ones that have been used already, but, I'd like to to hold off on any further use of them. History lovers is right, that numerous pieces of technology that we're using now have not been developed yet in this early stage of the war, but I feel that we must strike a balance, to keep thins RP interesting, but also make sure that all the concentrated use of SWs, and advanced weaponry doesn't end this war in a day. Advanced Infantry, vehicles, and base defenses are one thing, but SWs are in a category all their own due to their ability to wipe out anything, no matter how powerful. Use your better judgment is all I'm saying. Thank you.)

EDIT: (OOC: W00tage! 1,000th post!)

OOC: Yah, I agree- I mean, I so far only have the one device outside of Flensburg- sure, we're building more because of the war, but they will not be ready for some time. Perhaps we could impose a moratorium on using SWs?

The Harriers' missiles were deadly effective, but, unlike the Black Eagles, they were not fast enough. As the last of the missiles flew at the silo, the missile was released into the atmosphere, heading straight for the German weather control device. The silo was no more, but flak guns beat upon the enemy harriers hard, hoping that they would not trouble Spain again.
-------NEAR FLENSBURG, GERMANY
The single flak track unloaded three Yuri clones and two terrorists. One Yuri clone mind-controlled the only guy that saw them, and shot him with a pistol. The terrorists both got into civilian cars, and drove toward the Allied base. The Allies saw the two cars coming, but didn't realize they were enemies until they drove directly into the base, and straight at the large weather control device!

OOC: Armandian, that's Albrecht Einstein, not Albert von Einstein. Jews couldn't be nobility! Also, the Chronosphere can only teleport vehicles. Normal guys just die when you activate it over them. And isn't supposed to work until you deploy the main one in the Florida Keys.
(OOC: Oops. Well, just assume he was wearing a Chrono suit, like the chrono legionarres. I know the Chronosphere isn't ready; however, preliminary small scale tech has been developed. So it takes a huge amount of energy and luck to transport one guy. Albert popped up to tell Dubya about his project, and get some funds.)

OOC: Yah, I agree- I mean, I so far only have the one device outside of Flensburg- sure, we're building more because of the war, but they will not be ready for some time. Perhaps we could impose a moratorium on using SWs?

(OOC: I'm thinking this, suspend all use of the SWs, and other Advanced pieces of hardware, like the Chronosphere, and Iron Curtain until their full development has been fully RPed, or at least, adequate documentation has been given of their development. Items like the Chronolegionares should be available, but only in small numbers given to crack teams, SpecOps, and other units woth limited deployment.

God, I hate to think how we'll balance Yuri's tech when I finally allow him in...)

OOC: Yah, I agree- I mean, I so far only have the one device outside of Flensburg- sure, we're building more because of the war, but they will not be ready for some time. Perhaps we could impose a moratorium on using SWs?
OOC: Well, can't we simply limit ourselves to tactical use of superweapons? We'll tweak the rules of RA2 a tad so that 'tactical' refers to the scale in the game, and strategic is in the sphere of real life. Ah, and can we stop the SWs from becoming identical in might? Remember, the Weather Control device has a small radius, but devastating strength, whilst the Nuclear weapon is the opposite. And I'm holding off on having many Prism tanks; instead I have a few prototypes, and I have no Chrono technology at all, as I'm working on a whole subplot there with Einstein. (So if you guys don't mind, I'll come out with Chrono tech first.) As for the Yuri clones...Could you guys call them "Psy-Corps" troopers, so we can hold off on cloning tech? And when is the man himself showing up (as an individual unit)? I can't let Tanya have all the fun. ;)

OOC: Well, now that my silo's destroyed, I agree that the SWs should be toned down until later in the war. But if SWs are banned entirely :( , then I will be 'angry' ;).
And Armandian: The original Yuri (or YURI PRIME) can mind-control entire buildings and will arrive when we arrive at YURI'S REVENGE (or whenever Upper Xen shows him)!

(OOC: Poor me. No SWs at all...Soon, Mr. Einstein will change that...)

OOC: Well, can't we simply limit ourselves to tactical use of superweapons? We'll tweak the rules of RA2 a tad so that 'tactical' refers to the scale in the game, and strategic is in the sphere of real life. Ah, and can we stop the SWs from becoming identical in might? Remember, the Weather Control device has a small radius, but devastating strength, whilst the Nuclear weapon is the opposite. And I'm holding off on having many Prism tanks; instead I have a few prototypes, and I have no Chrono technology at all, as I'm working on a whole subplot there with Einstein. (So if you guys don't mind, I'll come out with Chrono tech first.) As for the Yuri clones...Could you guys call them "Psy-Corps" troopers, so we can hold off on cloning tech? And when is the man himself showing up (as an individual unit)? I can't let Tanya have all the fun. ;)

(OOC: After this post, let's please move this discussion to the main thread. It's starting to fill this RP up with one too many "OOC" posts.

Armandian, I believe that Yuri will reveal himself whenever UX chooses to show him.)

Army Group Dresden scattered to try to avoid the V3s, protecting the Prism Tanks as they started attacking the V3s. The Tank Destroyers tried to wipe out the captured armour, trying to weave in and out of the fire and debris.

Von Papen immediately saw a kight at the end of the tunnel. Because Tukachevsky had amassed so much of his force to attack Army Group Dresden, he had left much of his right flank undefended. Von Papen had about 65,000 of his original force left- he would hope it was enough. He then got on the radio to his local commanders of Army Group Oder (Von Papen's original force), and said, "I have but one command: ATTACK!"

Army Group Oder smashed into the right flank of the Soviet lines, the IFVs firing as much and as often as they could to wipe out the infantry, backed by their own. The Prism Tanks fired at will, aiming for whatever Soviet units they could fine.

However, the 2nd Tank Destroyer Regiment was the hero here: They ran at full speed into the centre of the Soviet formation, attacking any tank they could find. No one really knows why the 2nd did what it did. Some say it was out of patriotism. Some say it was because the crews felt they had nothing to lose. However, the 2nd tried to cripple as much of the Soviet armor as it possibly could.

Tukachevsky hit himself upside the head, screaming, "Idiot!"

He had left his right flank exposed, and now, he was paying for it. Already, he called up 65,000 men from the 4560th and 45509th Belorussian Mechanized Divisions, two more tank divisions and the 4th Belorussian Air Squadron (mainly Kirovs) to try and stop the assault, which had cuased much of the right flank to fall back already.

They fought doggedly, trying to stop the Germans from advancing there....

Meanwhile, the Soviet tanks stopped cold and tried to maintain their composure in the face of the German Tank Destroyers from the 2nd. Losing a lot of men and tanks, the local commanders had an evil idea.

They got the Yuris to position the mind controlled German tanks as a shield in front of the group. Meanwhile, detachments of Apocalypse tanks and Flak Infantry, plus Crazy Ivans lashed back at the Tank Destroyers by assaulting their flanks, furiously trying to stem the tide along with entrenched infantry.

OOC: Well, now that my silo's destroyed, I agree that the SWs should be toned down until later in the war. But if SWs are banned entirely :( , then I will be 'angry' ;).
And Armandian: The original Yuri (or YURI PRIME) can mind-control entire buildings and will arrive when we arrive at YURI'S REVENGE (or whenever Upper Xen shows him)!
OOC: One more OOC post, to answer the Yuri thing. Well, I'm thinking he could appear as a hero character beforehand, as he was an important character story wise before YURI'S REVENGE.

the relatively obscure capitalist Canadians hold a secret meeting in the wilderness of northern Alberta


their leader, a baptist reverend from Quebec, opens up the conversation:
'Friends all, the time has comefor us to help our American brothers! heres the plan.
'i am asking you to giveyour time, your guns, and possibly your lives. We need to storm Russia...or we could just nuke them...yeah...

the relatively obscure capitalist Canadians hold a secret meeting in the wilderness of northern Alberta


their leader, a baptist reverend from Quebec, opens up the conversation:
'Friends all, the time has comefor us to help our American brothers! heres the plan.
'i am asking you to giveyour time, your guns, and possibly your lives. We need to storm Russia...or we could just nuke them...yeah...
(OOC: Yes! Finally some help! However, all North American nukes were disabled, as it was in RA2. Besides, could you give me some concrete numbers?)

the relatively obscure capitalist Canadians hold a secret meeting in the wilderness of northern Alberta


their leader, a baptist reverend from Quebec, opens up the conversation:
'Friends all, the time has comefor us to help our American brothers! heres the plan.
'i am asking you to giveyour time, your guns, and possibly your lives. We need to storm Russia...or we could just nuke them...yeah...

(OOC: Argh, I thought that their wouldn't be more of these... *Sigh*, I guess sometimes it can't be helped...

"Opressive pacifists", Just who are you? Canada is being RPed by "Phalanix" I'm afraid. Are you his puppet nation?)

Tukachevsky hit himself upside the head, screaming, "Idiot!"

He had left his right flank exposed, and now, he was paying for it. Already, he called up 65,000 men from the 4560th and 45509th Belorussian Mechanized Divisions, two more tank divisions and the 4th Belorussian Air Squadron (mainly Kirovs) to try and stop the assault, which had cuased much of the right flank to fall back already.

They fought doggedly, trying to stop the Germans from advancing there....

Meanwhile, the Soviet tanks stopped cold and tried to maintain their composure in the face of the German Tank Destroyers from the 2nd. Losing a lot of men and tanks, the local commanders had an evil idea.

They got the Yuris to position the mind controlled German tanks as a shield in front of the group. Meanwhile, detachments of Apocalypse tanks and Flak Infantry, plus Crazy Ivans lashed back at the Tank Destroyers by assaulting their flanks, furiously trying to stem the tide along with entrenched infantry.


The Germans were shocked. They were torn between advancing, or killing their comrades. However, in a rather gut-wrenching decision, Von Papen gave the order to advance. He thought that he would be freeing the tank crews from slavery by punching through, although they would be dead.

The advance continued. The German armour pounded into the Soviet armour, trying to break through. Harriers above supported the assault as well, trying to take out the Soviets. Many men and machines were being destroyed on both sides, each hoping to gain the advantage.

Army Group Oder, however, was not doing as well. Their advance had been successful, but the Soviets were now pummeling them. They started to entrench themselves under cover of the tanks, the IFVs and hastily-erected Patriot batteries holding off the Kirovs. Von Papen then ordered the nearby 12th Infantry and 121st Armoured Brigade to move in to relieve Oder, trying to keep them going.

At last, though, the breakthrough succeeded. Prism Tanks managed to create a hole in the Soviet lines, a hole through which hundreds of tanks and thousands upon thousands of men poured through. It was a bloody battle indeed, the German infantry even going so far as to climb on top of the tanks and kill the crews themselves. However, the Crazy Ivans managed to set off their explosives, wiping out some columns of infantry and a few vehicles. Nevertheless, the Germans continued their advance. The Soviets would regret the day they crossed the Oder.

(OOC: Is Oder's group near Flensburg? If so, American reinforcements can help.)

(OOC: Is Oder's group near Flensburg? If so, American reinforcements can help.)

OOC: Unfortunately, no- this battle is taking place on the German-Polish border. Flensburg is in the far north, near the Danish border. However, if you could get some soldiers there, you're more than welcome to help

Meanwhile.....

Premier Romanov was sitting in his office, smoking a Cuban cigar. He was reviewing the reports. Not good. Many were telling of great losses, this was normal, but they were also telling of powerful Allied technologies and dogged Allied resistance.

Yuri, the head of the Psy-Corps, said, "Comrade.....how fares the war?"

Romanov sat up, slightly surprised at how Yuri got past security. Well, he kinda expected it from Yuri, he was a creepy guy.....

Romanov simply looked up and said, "Comrade, we do well."

Yuri said, "No, we don't....I can sense it. We lose many men, we are losing in Korea....Your men aren't doing so well......might I manage things?"

Romanov nodded, Yuri was making him nod, but since Yuri could also cause him to suffer greatly (the man was a genuine sadist), he didn't resist. He simply said, "Okay.....you can go to America, supervise the effort there......you can lead the invasion of California and the rest of the West, just stop this!"

Yuri stopped his spell, and said, "Thank You."

He then left, and next thing Romanov knew, he was on the next military plane to Mexico City......

(OOC: I'm lucky in that I have bases scattered all over Germany.)
-Flensburg, Germany-
The American General strode towards Brandt, his moustach curled over a grin. His hair was still wet, as he had only sprinted out of a fallout hosedown seconds before, and he embraced the German warmly, probably surprising him with typical Hispanic friendlyness. Germans usually weren't so keen on such embraces, while Mexicans (well, Mexican-Americans in this case) were very much so.

"My friend, we have much to discuss, but little time to do it. First of all, our President would like to extend his thanks to you, as your men are a great ally in the battle for freedom. Ok, enough diplomatic bullplop. We both know that the storm that just shattered the Spanish line was no natural occurence. Some information for your dear allies would be nice, cavrone. Now, our forces engage theirs along the line, and ten thousand have arrived there, mainly consisting of GIs, Grizzlies, IFVs, and a few prototype Prism Tanks. We expect to be able to send thirty thousand to the front, while another thirty thousand have gathered here, but that shall drain all of our bases in Germany, my friend. So, your retreat to this city is part of a counter attack strategy?"
(OOC: TG me if you have any secret plans.)

The Germans were shocked. They were torn between advancing, or killing their comrades. However, in a rather gut-wrenching decision, Von Papen gave the order to advance. He thought that he would be freeing the tank crews from slavery by punching through, although they would be dead.

The advance continued. The German armour pounded into the Soviet armour, trying to break through. Harriers above supported the assault as well, trying to take out the Soviets. Many men and machines were being destroyed on both sides, each hoping to gain the advantage.

Army Group Oder, however, was not doing as well. Their advance had been successful, but the Soviets were now pummeling them. They started to entrench themselves under cover of the tanks, the IFVs and hastily-erected Patriot batteries holding off the Kirovs. Von Papen then ordered the nearby 12th Infantry and 121st Armoured Brigade to move in to relieve Oder, trying to keep them going.

At last, though, the breakthrough succeeded. Prism Tanks managed to create a hole in the Soviet lines, a hole through which hundreds of tanks and thousands upon thousands of men poured through. It was a bloody battle indeed, the German infantry even going so far as to climb on top of the tanks and kill the crews themselves. However, the Crazy Ivans managed to set off their explosives, wiping out some columns of infantry and a few vehicles. Nevertheless, the Germans continued their advance. The Soviets would regret the day they crossed the Oder.

Tukachevsky readied his Makarov for a suicide attempt. He did NOT want to see Romanov when this was done.

The Soviet line was collapsing, they were falling back. All over the East, the Germans were pushing them towards Poland....not good, not good.......

Tukachevsky knew he had to do something. Something other than put a bullet in his head.

He got an idea. He still had the whole of the Belorussian Front Army, and he had the Ukranian Front Army in reserve. He quickly mobilized 2 Infantry Divisions, two Tank Divisions, two Air Corps, and a Psy-Corps Brigade from the Ukrainian Front Army, and combined it with his remaining Belorussian Front Army to form the Army of the Oder. A powerful force on paper, it had over 150,000 men and Flak Tracks, 2,000 Apocalypses, 5,000 Rhinos, 1,000 MiG's, 1,000 Kirovs, and a few thousand Psy-Corpsmen.

Whether this force would do was a mystery, as it was sent forth at lightning speed towards the Polish front, the MiG aircraft moving to intercept the German Harriers and the Kirovs attacking the German convoys as furiously as possible, and the Polish Front Army itself entrenching, preparing for the fight. Only the God that Tukachevsky officially did not beleive in could save them now......

He knew he was taking a BIG risk. If he lost, he would leave the gateway to Kaliningrad and the Soviet Homeland opened. It was expenisve enough to move these men, it would be even more expensive to drive the Germans out once they entered.

(OOC: I'm lucky in that I have bases scattered all over Germany.)
-Flensburg, Germany-
The American General strode towards Brandt, his moustach curled over a grin. His hair was still wet, as he had only sprinted out of a fallout hosedown seconds before, and he embraced the German warmly, probably surprising him with typical Hispanic friendlyness. Germans usually weren't so keen on such embraces, while Mexicans (well, Mexican-Americans in this case) were very much so.

"My friend, we have much to discuss, but little time to do it. First of all, our President would like to extend his thanks to you, as your men are a great ally in the battle for freedom. Ok, enough diplomatic bullplop. We both know that the storm that just shattered the Spanish line was no natural occurence. Some information for your dear allies would be nice, cavrone. Now, our forces engage theirs along the line, and ten thousand have arrived there, mainly consisting of GIs, Grizzlies, IFVs, and a few prototype Prism Tanks. We expect to be able to send thirty thousand to the front, while another thirty thousand have gathered here, but that shall drain all of our bases in Germany, my friend. So, your retreat to this city is part of a counter attack strategy?"
(OOC: TG me if you have any secret plans.)

Brandt felt a bit uncomfortable at first, but he realised that this was just how Americans were, so he went along with it.

He then smiled, "One hell of a storm, eh? You're right, it wasn't natural." He then motioned over to the Weather Control Device, "That's your explanation. A Weather Control Device, built by none other than Dr. Einstein himself. However, the Reds launched a terrorist attack a few hours ago- it's useless now, but our engineers are repairing it as fast as humanly possible.

He then switched tones, to a somewhat morose tone. "I thank you for your help, but we have a slight problem. You see, much of the German Army is being sent to the east to meet the Soviet threat. Yes, we do have more than ample forces here, but the east takes priority, so this is all we can get for now. With the 55,000 or so we have, plus your 30,000- we can engage a little plan I like to call "Totenkopf", or "Death's Head", if you prefer. Brandt then began to explain his little plan.

OOC: I'll TG you details

Tukachevsky readied his Makarov for a suicide attempt. He did NOT want to see Romanov when this was done.

The Soviet line was collapsing, they were falling back. All over the East, the Germans were pushing them towards Poland....not good, not good.......

Tukachevsky knew he had to do something. Something other than put a bullet in his head.

He got an idea. He still had the whole of the Belorussian Front Army, and he had the Ukranian Front Army in reserve. He quickly mobilized 2 Infantry Divisions, two Tank Divisions, two Air Corps, and a Psy-Corps Brigade from the Ukrainian Front Army, and combined it with his remaining Belorussian Front Army to form the Army of the Oder. A powerful force on paper, it had over 150,000 men and Flak Tracks, 2,000 Apocalypses, 5,000 Rhinos, 1,000 MiG's, 1,000 Kirovs, and a few thousand Psy-Corpsmen.

Whether this force would do was a mystery, as it was sent forth at lightning speed towards the Polish front, the MiG aircraft moving to intercept the German Harriers and the Kirovs attacking the German convoys as furiously as possible, and the Polish Front Army itself entrenching, preparing for the fight. Only the God that Tukachevsky officially did not beleive in could save them now......

He knew he was taking a BIG risk. If he lost, he would leave the gateway to Kaliningrad and the Soviet Homeland opened. It was expenisve enough to move these men, it would be even more expensive to drive the Germans out once they entered.

Von Papen ordered his forces to continue the drive- though the Soviets were, in all likelihood, numerically superior, he had technology on his side. They would stop the Soviets from re-entering Germany at all and any cost. His force of 135,000 men, with masses of armour, was about to be augmented by Army Group Rostock of 85,000 men, which was coming to meet him.

However, Rostock would take quite some time to arrive. The High Command chose not to inform Von Papen of this, mainly because they did not want to demoralize him. So, Von Papen still ordered his group to advance- He hoped it would work, or that he could at least hold them off until Rostock arrived to aid him.

Meanwhile, the Rocket IFVs concentrated fire on the Kirovs, while the Harriers kept after the MiGs. The sky ran red and black with fire and smoke from combined Kirov, MiG, and Harrier explosions.

Von Papen ordered his forces to continue the drive- though the Soviets were, in all likelihood, numerically superior, he had technology on his side. They would stop the Soviets from re-entering Germany at all and any cost. His force of 135,000 men, with masses of armour, was about to be augmented by Army Group Rostock of 85,000 men, which was coming to meet him.

However, Rostock would take quite some time to arrive. The High Command chose not to inform Von Papen of this, mainly because they did not want to demoralize him. So, Von Papen still ordered his group to advance- He hoped it would work, or that he could at least hold them off until Rostock arrived to aid him.

Meanwhile, the Rocket IFVs concentrated fire on the Kirovs, while the Harriers kept after the MiGs. The sky ran red and black with fire and smoke from combined Kirov, MiG, and Harrier explosions.

The sky indeed went black with fire, it was as if I'lya Muromets was flying across the sky in his chariot. The MiG's ducked and weaved, firing heat-seeking missiles and cannon shot at the Harriers. They fought well, these Germans knew what they were doing but the Soviets were just as determined. They knew what to do, too, they dogfought well, covering for the Kirovs......

The Kirovs meanwhile, began to go on evasive manuvers, and scattered as best as possible, all the while chucking bombs at the Germans on the ground.

Meanwhile, Tukachevsky decided to move out. He ordered a general offensive, aimed at Army Groups Dresden and Oder. He took care to secure his flanks as he began firing tons of V3's at the Germans before staging massive assaults using tanks and infantry, targeting the Tank Destroyers using his Psy-Corps troopers.

-German Polish Border-
Ten thousand American forces whose bases wear near the Russian border managed to finally reach the front. The Harriers that had been sent before continued to dogfight the MiGs, and the Grizzlies, GIs, and IFVs reinforced the German battle groups. Soon twenty thousand more soldiers would come, pitting thirty thousand Americans against the Russians on the border, while the remaining thirty thousand gathered near Flensburg.

-Flensburg, Germany-
"I see Einstein was very busy during the years of the so-called 'peace'. While we were cutting back, you were smart enough to pump more money into the military. That way you weren't caught off guard like we were...Alright, could you send the blueprints to the Pentagon? I'm sure Senior Bush would be very happy, my friend. All right, let us prepare the troops. Our air forces are tied up at the Polish border, however, so we can only give you land support. God willing, it will be enough."

(OOC: More from the American front soon. I'm still waiting for Blood Reaper in regards to the Pearl Harbor.)

OOC: I hope no one minds my taking control of Copenhagen. It is a strategic location when striking Germany.
The Spanish forces organized defensive positions. Sentry guns were spread all around the base. There was an excess in power plants. Dozens of flak guns aimed at the sky. Apocalypse tanks and Conscripts patrolled everywhere surrounding the base near Flensburg.
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Spanish submarines floated silently under the water, and surrounded Copenhagen. Then, striking at the Danish naval vessels, the submarines fired full bursts, and they tore the Danish navy to shreds. Dreadnoughts floated into range and began to unload V3s into Copenhagen.

(OOC: History Lovers, you do have a penchant for invading NPC nations, don't you?)

OOC: Well. . .they're just so fun to conquer: no resistance whatsoever :p. But, seriously, Copenhagen is a very good strike location from which to hit Germany (and later, France). Don't worry, I don't plan on conquering any more of Denmark, or any other NPC nation. . .yet.

OOC: Alright, but if you do invade, realistically, you will have losses. Denmark and Portugal aren't empty wastelands, after all.)

OOC: I know, I know. I do have losses from Portugal. And, with Copenhagen, I plan to shoot the heck out of it before invading, to minimize losses.

OOC: I'm using the Hawaii maps used in RA2 and the airport was never guarded so i will take that post back or can we both accept that i broke through some how

-Mariel, Cuba-
Theo stood on the deck of the USS Reagan , his black clothes swishing in the wind. War paint covered his gaunt face, and he hummed “Punchout-Little Mac’s Confession” to himself as the dolphins and helicopters deployed. The rotary blades and joyous noises mingled with whirring noises of engines and the cracking of bombs in the air. All aerial forces continued their bombardment of Mariel, as the city erupted in flames. The dolphins tried to push through the squid lines, and divided their attention between stopping them and attacking the Scorpions, which even now sent many choppers to their watery graves. The battle was at a standstill, as the dolphins and AWS choppers held back the Soviet advance, but were too busy to attack the Dreadnoughts. Missiles slammed into the decks of the destroyers, as sailors ran in a panic, manning the guns and blasting at the swarm of Scorpions. The Hornets and the planes on the destroyers uncharacteristically ignored the Soviet fleet, concentrating their firepower on Mariel, so as to disable any hope of reinforcement for the Florida based Soviets. Jim McGrafferson, a gruff Scottie sprinted onto the deck, swearing up a storm as sweat poured down his brow. He kicked a terrified sailor in front of him, as he ran to man one of the cannons.

“Move your arse, laddy!”

A dreadnought missile had passed through the AEGIS blockade, and crashed right in front of Jim, ripping a hole in the deck. His body was instantly incinerated, but really, he was lucky. Hundreds more would drown, as the American destroyer begin to literally fall apart, splitting in half, and dropping to the watery depths. American sailors screamed as the wreckage caved in on them, while some tried to swim to shore. Another destroyer soon followed, joining the watery graves of choppers and dolphins. The AEGIS cordons remained strong, however, as the sacrifice of dolphins and choppers maintained it.
-Florida Coast-
The Korea battle group was faring even worse, as their cordon of dolphins had been shattered by the submarines and squids, leaving two AEGIS cruisers and three destroyers to be slammed by V3s, Squids, and Scorpions. Luckily, the Hornets seemed to be faring slightly better than the rest of the force, as they went for bombing runs against the Soviet Dreadnoughts, hurling missile after missile at them. They were able to go for the Dreadnoughts (although it remained to be seen if they could actually hit them) because unlike in Mariel, they had no other targets. The Scorpions would have to make a choice regarding their fire: either attack the Hornets and stop their assault on the Dreadnoughts, or stop the AWS helicopters from crushing the squid and submarine forces.

(OOC: I'll have more on Hawaii tomorrow. Bloody Reaper, you can go both ways; either attack my navy (my tactics were posted in the previous one: initially disrupt with copters and dolphins.) or have a transport manage to get through, but if you are going with the second one, expect to have very heavy losses punching a hole through my defenses. Pear Harbor is the US Navy's crown jewel, as my previous post on the matter indicated.

OOC: Ok then i'll attack your fleet

OOC: Well. . .they're just so fun to conquer: no resistance whatsoever :p. But, seriously, Copenhagen is a very good strike location from which to hit Germany (and later, France). Don't worry, I don't plan on conquering any more of Denmark, or any other NPC nation. . .yet.

(OOC: Make this your last NPC conquest for a while. The way its going, it's almost akin to simply letting Armandian take control of India, or suddenly have Japan start to backing me up. For now, please focus on those nations which are controlled by someone.)

OOC: Alright, but I was going for the realistic route. In reality, Spain would takeover Portugal if they could be considered a threat. Also, I am not and let me repeat not taking over Denmark. Just the island that houses Copenhagen.

OOC:I don't RP here for a day and 3 pages pop up (exageration alert)! Ahh, well, time to attack South Carolina with my army and Germany with my 300 Dreadnaughts. For Germany, I am using this map. (http://www.europa-pages.net/maps/map-of-north-germany.jpg) For SC, I am using this map. (http://www.math.sc.edu/~murphy/maps/scmap.gif)

BIC:

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The North Sea, just North of Germany
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Ahmed Chalamin, commadner of the German attack for Libya, gazed at his map of Germany. All the cities were labeled. He gazed, looking for the perfect location for an attack. The city of Hamburg, the magnificent city that would be the ultimate prize in north Germany was a suitable target. But if he attacked Weser-Ems, he could rain fear across Germany. However, he decided, Hamburg would be a good target. But he should test out the German defenses first. His finger landed on the towns of Wilhermerhaven and Bremerhaven. They would be suitable.

Later that day, 50 Dreadnaughts moved towards Wilmerhaven and began raining it in V-3's. The same was happening in Bremerhaven. The German defenses would be tested, that day, at terrible loss to the Germans.

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Ali Muhammed looked at his map of South Carolina. It was large, with Savannah, Georgia, also there. Muhammed planned to take it all. He was deploying troops outside of each city, and they were going now. The attacks must have already begun.

Attacking Myrtle Beach

500 Conscripts
120 Tesla Troopers
130 Flak Traks
450 Rhino Tanks
20 Flak Troopers
11 Dreadnaughts

Attacking Charlston

700 Conscripts
120 Tesla Troopers
120 Flak Troopers
140 Flak Traks
130 V-3 Rockets
450 Rhino Tanks
200 Kirov Airships
130 Yuri Clones

Attacking Hilton Head

Sneaking in, disguised as civilian trucks, that are really registered...
500 Demo Trucks

Attacking Savannah

As Savannah was a minor target, these thing were sneaking in..
320 Yuri Clones
320 Demo Trucks

-Pear Harbor, Hawaii-
OOC: Libya, 300 dreadnoughts? Aren’t we RPing them as equal to aircraft carriers? And it would be massively unrealistic for me to whip out 300 aircraft carriers, now wouldn’t it? I believe I have ten in total, and I’m the US!

Not one, not two, but three aircraft carriers resided in Pearl Harbor, which stood as the crown jewel of the US Navy. These carriers, as well as the Harriers and Patriot batteries on the island, raged against the Soviet air force. About 1,000 Harriers roared into the sky, matching the Soviets blow for blow, but they were unable to reach the Kirovs. This was handled by the Hornets and Patriots. Navy wise, the New Zealand Navy was being flooded with dolphins, backed by AWS helicopters, effectively providing a barricade between them and the destroyers who pounded away mercilessly at the Zealanders with their cannons and the large, yellow bombers they held. AEGIS cruisers concentrated on blocking the Dreadnought missiles, while the Destroyers and dolphins concentrated on pushing away the front line of the Zealander assault.

OOC: More on Texas soon.

The sky indeed went black with fire, it was as if I'lya Muromets was flying across the sky in his chariot. The MiG's ducked and weaved, firing heat-seeking missiles and cannon shot at the Harriers. They fought well, these Germans knew what they were doing but the Soviets were just as determined. They knew what to do, too, they dogfought well, covering for the Kirovs......

The Kirovs meanwhile, began to go on evasive manuvers, and scattered as best as possible, all the while chucking bombs at the Germans on the ground.

Meanwhile, Tukachevsky decided to move out. He ordered a general offensive, aimed at Army Groups Dresden and Oder. He took care to secure his flanks as he began firing tons of V3's at the Germans before staging massive assaults using tanks and infantry, targeting the Tank Destroyers using his Psy-Corps troopers.

Von Papen ordered Dresden and Oder to immediately break off and scattered, to try to flummox the Soviets and force them to pursue. The Patriot batteries and IFVs kept firing on the Kirovs, while the Harriers alternated between helping take out the Kirovs and holding off the MiGs.

Meanwhile, Von Papen was informed of the arrival of Army Group Rostock. He then ordered Rostock to group with what was left of his army, creating a force of about 125,000. He then saw his chance. The Soviets were trying to pursue Oder and Dresden, so the main force was not as strong. He then ordered his army to begin a rapid advance to charge the Soviet lines.

Like a mailed fist, Von Papen's group slammed into the Soviet formation, firing at anything carrying Soviet markings.

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The North Sea, just North of Germany
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Ahmed Chalamin, commadner of the German attack for Libya, gazed at his map of Germany. All the cities were labeled. He gazed, looking for the perfect location for an attack. The city of Hamburg, the magnificent city that would be the ultimate prize in north Germany was a suitable target. But if he attacked Weser-Ems, he could rain fear across Germany. However, he decided, Hamburg would be a good target. But he should test out the German defenses first. His finger landed on the towns of Wilhermerhaven and Bremerhaven. They would be suitable.

Later that day, 50 Dreadnaughts moved towards Wilmerhaven and began raining it in V-3's. The same was happening in Bremerhaven. The German defenses would be tested, that day, at terrible loss to the Germans.



The local commander at Bremerhaven was distraught, to say the least. No one had expected the Libyans to launch an attack, let alone a naval bombardment. He then ordered his units (12 Destroyers, 2 Aircraft Carriers, and Six AEGIS cruisers) to sea to try to tear the dreadnaughts apart. Patriot batteries on shore were intercepting missiles, but many of them still got through.

As Spanish submarines, flak ships, and squid took alignment around the Libyan dreadnoughts, the few remaining Spanish dreadnoughts fired their V3s at the patriot missile batteries, hoping to take them out.

NEAR FLENSBURG
There were five Apocalypse tanks sitting in one place, right near the Spanish base. Then, the advisor gave the warning: "Iron Curtain activated." The Apocalypes, now temporarily immortal, charged into Flensburg, guns blazing.

OOC: Libya, 300 dreadnoughts? Aren’t we RPing them as equal to aircraft carriers? And it would be massively unrealistic for me to whip out 300 aircraft carriers, now wouldn’t it? I believe I have ten in total, and I’m the US!

OOC:Ooops...I was doing the RA2 sorta thing, where Russia has at least 700 Dreadnaughts attacking the US with reserves...and I'm using Libya here as a powerful dictatorship that has been building it's army up for the last decade.

BIC:

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The Dreadnaught commander saw the enemies coming. With the destruction already in Bremerhaven and in Wilhmerhaven (where rumors said about hundereds of people killed) he left. Raining V-3's down on the remaining ships, the Dreadnaughts turned and silently moved away, still firing.

As Spanish submarines, flak ships, and squid took alignment around the Libyan dreadnoughts, the few remaining Spanish dreadnoughts fired their V3s at the patriot missile batteries, hoping to take them out.

NEAR FLENSBURG
There were five Apocalypse tanks sitting in one place, right near the Spanish base. Then, the advisor gave the warning: "Iron Curtain activated." The Apocalypes, now temporarily immortal, charged into Flensburg, guns blazing.

(OOC: You use that Iron Curtain, and we get the Chronosphere. Please use it. *Needs Chonosphere badly.*)

OOC:Ooops...I was doing the RA2 sorta thing, where Russia has at least 700 Dreadnaughts attacking the US with reserves...and I'm using Libya here as a powerful dictatorship that has been building it's army up for the last decade.

BIC:

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The Dreadnaught commander saw the enemies coming. With the destruction already in Bremerhaven and in Wilhmerhaven (where rumors said about hundereds of people killed) he left. Raining V-3's down on the remaining ships, the Dreadnaughts turned and silently moved away, still firing.
OOC: How 'bout you flip the numbers, with a smaller navy and a larger land force? Because your midget assault force will get chewed up with the numbers we're using. And please don't use the Iron Curtain/Chronosphere yet. I want to come up with interesting stories for their development. This whole thing is going to fast, actually.

OOC: Iron Curtain was invented before the war. Chronosphere was not finished until during the war. Oh well. I'll hold down my future use of it.

Let me point out that the whole point was that the Soviets had the initial technical advantage with practical vechicles and buildings, whilst the Allies only later turned the tide of war with their advanced tech.

I think it's entirely permissible to use the iron curtain and not the chronosphere for that reason.

OOC: Hear, hear. I could not have said it better myself.

OOC: Ah, I didn't realize that. I only know the basics of the storyline, for the version of RA2 I have is strangely missing in cinematics.

OOC: How 'bout you flip the numbers, with a smaller navy and a larger land force? Because your midget assault force will get chewed up with the numbers we're using. And please don't use the Iron Curtain/Chronosphere yet. I want to come up with interesting stories for their development. This whole thing is going to fast, actually.

OOC:Most of my forces are still in Libya, for another assault. I'm not actually using the Iron Curtain, so...

OOC: I just want to say that it will be virtually impossible for Korea to win because of China's sheer numbers of concentration, plus the fact that Korea will be depleting its planes and pilots from the virtually suicide runs that they will attempt on my forces which have a such a large ammount flak traks. That being said, China will take many losses. Korea's salvation may be in the fact that Black Eagle pilots are so good that they can take out many before they die, and that goes the same for the American Prism towers and Grand Cannons. There will be losses, but I believe that my plan of attack is so good that it can bypass most grandcannon fire, and destroy the prism towers after taking some casualties. The goal of China is to kick Korea out of the war for good and to kill as many American forces in Korea as possible. This is for the aid of China's Soviet allies.

(OOC: Please note that in the story, this was the mentality of the Soviets. In the end, the superior Allied technology won out. Not to say that that is definitely going to be the case here, but, it is something to note.)


HUNGHAM:

The Soviet offensive was failing, the Korean Grand Cannons and Black Eagles had broken them. Yet Admiral Glazunov could not retreat, lest he be killed by the NKVD.

He contemplated surrender.....if he defected, he might get better treatment from the Koreans, besides, he wasn't going anywhere in the Soviet military hirearchy anyway. His men might suffer a different fate though, but if he could trade in any info about the Psy-Corp program, then he might get him and his boys better treatment.

He then shook his head, and said: "No way."

He decided to fight on, he decided to hold the line, at the very least get his men out of there.

He ordered a general retreat, his men soon began running for the remaining transports and makeshift fleet of lifeboats and other such ships to try and escape. As they did this, Korean fire was still going, the Grand Cannons were still exacting their heavy toll. Many of the transports and lifeboats were sunk before they made it to the arms of the Soviet Navy, which was still under fire.

Combined Land/Air Battle, Hungham:

Across the entire battle field, the Soviet losses were staggering, yet they continued to press on. What was it that drove them? Bravery? Honor? Pride? Or was it simply stupidity? In the greater scheme of things, it didn’t matter. What did matter were the hundreds of valiant Koreans that were dying every minute. Compared to the Soviets, the Korean forces were a drop in the bucket, and nothing more.

What’s taking them so long? Thought Jin, as he looked up overhead. Throughout the sky, blackened by flak, Rocketeers were zipping around, chain guns blazing, continuing their assault on the crazy bald men that were scattered around the battlefield.

Jin turned back towards the ground. What he saw here was far more satisfying. All along the beach head, nameless conscripts were being blow into the sky, the vague outline of body parts could be seen in the cloud of dirt that rained down after each explosion. The battle was nearly finished, and the Soviets were suffering some of their first, shocking defeats.

--Communist China--

Pyongyang, Korea

The still fresh western attack force progressed towards Pyongyang. They were at the gates.

"General, we have arrived. Reports are that the Soviets are being slaughtered."

"Shit," the General replied, "I wish they would have held out longer. No matter. We shall press on and destroy the Koreans. Send the forces for the plan of attack on to crush Pyongyang. Spare no expense."

The tank columns began to rush ahead with the flak tracks interwoven into their lines. They were filled with conscripts and flak troopers. The tanks split off into four groups and rushed the defenses. They were backed with a huge ammount of V3 rockets in the air, and they wouldn't stop firing until all defenses were destroyed. The Chinese hated the Koreans and would spare no expense.

--Communist China--

Pyongyang, Korea

The still fresh western attack force progressed towards Pyongyang. They were at the gates.

"General, we have arrived. Reports are that the Soviets are being slaughtered."

"Shit," the General replied, "I wish they would have held out longer. No matter. We shall press on and destroy the Koreans. Send the forces for the plan of attack on to crush Pyongyang. Spare no expense."

The tank columns began to rush ahead with the flak tracks interwoven into their lines. They were filled with conscripts and flak troopers. The tanks split off into four groups and rushed the defenses. They were backed with a huge ammount of V3 rockets in the air, and they wouldn't stop firing until all defenses were destroyed. The Chinese hated the Koreans and would spare no expense.

(OOC: Woah, woah woah, when did you reach the gates of Pyongyang? The last point I remember reading on your attack, were you were launching your attack on my northern defenses. You never really RPed breaking through Sinuiju. I'll let this happen, but geeze, slow down. Actually, how large are your forces? If the USSR, with over 2,000 aircraft, and millions of men, and Naval Support from all the units in the Soviet Navy from the game found it hard to break through a simple beach head defended by mere hundreds of men and aircraft, then please, tell me how you managed to break through the CnC equivilent of the Maginot Line with Grand Cannons, Prism Towers, Patriot Missiles, Prism Tanks, IFVs, and dedicated American Support with a simple basic rush of Flack Tracks, Conscripts with some tanks, and no air support?)

(OOC: Armandian Cheese, I'm planning an escape of the Korean Army from Korea sometime in the Future. Care to help RP some assistance with this? (The retreat is supposed to be a secret for now.) )

(OOC: Armandian Cheese, I'm planning an escape of the Korean Army from Korea sometime in the Future. Care to help RP some assistance with this? (The retreat is supposed to be a secret for now.) )
Of course. Just TG me with the details.

As several German tank destroyers closed on the Apocalypse tanks, the tanks continued firing valiantly. The Tank Commander on the lead tank ordered: "Charge."
"But sir, we're no match for the tank destroyers."
"Nonsense, we have Iron Curtain. Charge."
"But,"
"I said charge."
They charged, and all of a sudden, a hole blew in the tank.
"What the ****?" said the Commander.
"As I was saying, sir, the Iron Curtain has fallen."
The Commander said his last word:
"D'OH!!!" as the Apocalypse exploded in a fireball. The other tanks began pulling back, but ended up destroyed by the Germans.

(OOC: Please note that in the story, this was the mentality of the Soviets. In the end, the superior Allied technology won out. Not to say that that is definitely going to be the case here, but, it is something to note.)



Combined Land/Air Battle, Hungham:

Across the entire battle field, the Soviet losses were staggering, yet they continued to press on. What was it that drove them? Bravery? Honor? Pride? Or was it simply stupidity? In the greater scheme of things, it didn’t matter. What did matter were the hundreds of valiant Koreans that were dying every minute. Compared to the Soviets, the Korean forces were a drop in the bucket, and nothing more.

What’s taking them so long? Thought Jin, as he looked up overhead. Throughout the sky, blackened by flak, Rocketeers were zipping around, chain guns blazing, continuing their assault on the crazy bald men that were scattered around the battlefield.

Jin turned back towards the ground. What he saw here was far more satisfying. All along the beach head, nameless conscripts were being blow into the sky, the vague outline of body parts could be seen in the cloud of dirt that rained down after each explosion. The battle was nearly finished, and the Soviets were suffering some of their first, shocking defeats.

OOC: I think I ordered a General Retreat before, man. But, meh.

Admiral Glazunov then said, "Damnit. I ordered a General Retreat! What happened!"

His adjutant said, "Sir, I don't think the message got through...."

He then said, "That's it! Call for reinforcements! Fire more V3's into the enemy! Do something!!!!"

His adjutant said, "Sir, we can't do this anymore......we're sustaining heavy casualties, we're losing......the Chinese are coming, we can try again anyway........."

Glazunov then said, "Fine. We'll have them entrench, and bring intense air support....."

He then ordered a general retreat. Before long, Commissars on the field ordered their men to fall back.

The Conscripts and Flak Troopers began to fire upward at the Rocketeers, as they fell closer to the shore. Ships began moving closer to the shore to provide support for the infantry, as they began to dig in....

Meanwhile, Glazunov called in two reserve Air Armies and three reserve Parachute Divisions near Vladivostok. Totaling 1,500 aircraft, MiG's and Kirovs altogether, and 75,000 men in transport planes, they soon began flying to positions North of Hungham, to try and go behind the lines to deal with the Grand Cannons......

As several German tank destroyers closed on the Apocalypse tanks, the tanks continued firing valiantly. The Tank Commander on the lead tank ordered: "Charge."
"But sir, we're no match for the tank destroyers."
"Nonsense, we have Iron Curtain. Charge."
"But,"
"I said charge."
They charged, and all of a sudden, a hole blew in the tank.
"What the ****?" said the Commander.
"As I was saying, sir, the Iron Curtain has fallen."
The Commander said his last word:
"D'OH!!!" as the Apocalypse exploded in a fireball. The other tanks began pulling back, but ended up destroyed by the Germans.

OOC: I forget- where is this again? At the beachead or outside Flensburg?

The Germans pursued the Spanish relentlessly, trying to force them back. They wanted to expel the Spanish from the fatherland- and they would not fail. Their Tank Destroyers were making mincemeat out of the Spanish armour.

Von Papen ordered Dresden and Oder to immediately break off and scattered, to try to flummox the Soviets and force them to pursue. The Patriot batteries and IFVs kept firing on the Kirovs, while the Harriers alternated between helping take out the Kirovs and holding off the MiGs.

Meanwhile, Von Papen was informed of the arrival of Army Group Rostock. He then ordered Rostock to group with what was left of his army, creating a force of about 125,000. He then saw his chance. The Soviets were trying to pursue Oder and Dresden, so the main force was not as strong. He then ordered his army to begin a rapid advance to charge the Soviet lines.

Like a mailed fist, Von Papen's group slammed into the Soviet formation, firing at anything carrying Soviet markings.

Tukachevsky expected this. He reacted by falling back, and then folding his forces inward around the German forces, trying to entrap them.

All over the front, the Soviets began floding themselves around the enemy, attacking them with tanks, infantry, Psy Corp infantry, V3's (plenty of 'em)and the Kirovs that survived the Allied counterattack.

The remaining MiGs also began flying all over, pulling double duty dogfights against the US and German Harriers.

OOC: This is Flensburg. The beachead is fully under my control. I have a medium-sized, defended base there now. Now most of my troops are near Flensburg, charging.

IC: The Kirov airships floated from Copenhagen toward the 'Fatherland.' They flew over the Spanish base, and floated slowly toward Flensburg.

--Communist China--

Pyongyang, Korea

The still fresh western attack force progressed towards Pyongyang. They were at the gates.

"General, we have arrived. Reports are that the Soviets are being slaughtered."

"Shit," the General replied, "I wish they would have held out longer. No matter. We shall press on and destroy the Koreans. Send the forces for the plan of attack on to crush Pyongyang. Spare no expense."

The tank columns began to rush ahead with the flak tracks interwoven into their lines. They were filled with conscripts and flak troopers. The tanks split off into four groups and rushed the defenses. They were backed with a huge ammount of V3 rockets in the air, and they wouldn't stop firing until all defenses were destroyed. The Chinese hated the Koreans and would spare no expense.

(OOC: I also commented on this post in my other response. It's on the other page.)

War Room, Seoul:

Back in the Command bunker, the flicker of screens and the gentle hum of the small fan in the corner formed the backdrop of the enviornment where Korea's fate hung in the balance. On one monitor, red dots represented Enemy forces, while blue dots displayed Allied Force deployments. The red dots engulfed the blue like an amoeba digesting its prey.

A tall man walked over to the screen. The dark setting of the room cast a shadow which covered most of his face, leaving only the shine of his eyes for one to see. What could be seen of his face was slightly wrinkled. According to him, their was one wrinkle for every man lost under his command. He would soon look like a prune if such was true.

"What's the status of our retreat preparations?" He asked a random officer. his voice was slightly gruff, from years of shouting, giving orders, and simple age.

"All preparations are on schedule, general. C-130s, have all been prepped." The officer responded.

"Good, give the order to pull back from the north."
"Yes, Sir." The officer walked over to a wide broadcast unit, and began the call.

All around the north, those forces that recieved the call had already prepped to be evacuated, base defenses were dismantled, and were already loaded up on C-130 transports that had arrived a few hours before. Small detachments from each unit were still out securing the perimeter until the evac was complete, and would be loaded shortly.

(OOC INFO Narrative style: The plan was to pull only those forces in the north that were surrounded, rally them in a single battle group, and begin an all out offensive against the hoarding enemy. This time, they would bring a few tricks...)

OOC: This is Flensburg. The beachead is fully under my control. I have a medium-sized, defended base there now. Now most of my troops are near Flensburg, charging.

IC: The Kirov airships floated from Copenhagen toward the 'Fatherland.' They flew over the Spanish base, and floated slowly toward Flensburg.

Radar picked up these units heading towards Flensburg. At Flensburg, Harriers were sent into the air at once to dispatch the Kirovs, while IFVs were stationed on the outskirts of the city to try to hold off the Spanish.

MiGs charged against the Harriers to hold them off from the Kirovs as they slowly continued toward Flensburg, braving the Harrier fire.

Tukachevsky expected this. He reacted by falling back, and then folding his forces inward around the German forces, trying to entrap them.

All over the front, the Soviets began floding themselves around the enemy, attacking them with tanks, infantry, Psy Corp infantry, V3's (plenty of 'em)and the Kirovs that survived the Allied counterattack.

The remaining MiGs also began flying all over, pulling double duty dogfights against the US and German Harriers.

The Germans tried to break out of the pocket, using Machine Gun IFVs to mow down the infantry and the Psy Corps, while allowing the tanks to break out and try to escape. The V3s presented a problem, so, as soon as units broke out of the pocket, they scattered.

The Harriers that were left pulled double duty, trying to distract the MiGs while helping the Rocket IFVs take out the remaining Kirovs.

OOC: I think I ordered a General Retreat before, man. But, meh.

Admiral Glazunov then said, "Damnit. I ordered a General Retreat! What happened!"

His adjutant said, "Sir, I don't think the message got through...."

He then said, "That's it! Call for reinforcements! Fire more V3's into the enemy! Do something!!!!"

His adjutant said, "Sir, we can't do this anymore......we're sustaining heavy casualties, we're losing......the Chinese are coming, we can try again anyway........."

Glazunov then said, "Fine. We'll have them entrench, and bring intense air support....."

He then ordered a general retreat. Before long, Commissars on the field ordered their men to fall back.

The Conscripts and Flak Troopers began to fire upward at the Rocketeers, as they fell closer to the shore. Ships began moving closer to the shore to provide support for the infantry, as they began to dig in....

Meanwhile, Glazunov called in two reserve Air Armies and three reserve Parachute Divisions near Vladivostok. Totaling 1,500 aircraft, MiG's and Kirovs altogether, and 75,000 men in transport planes, they soon began flying to positions North of Hungham, to try and go behind the lines to deal with the Grand Cannons......

(OOC: I think you did too. Sorry, shall I edit my previous posts?)

Naval Patrol, Ch'ongjin:
(Elements of the fleet that was stationed near Hungham now near here as well. Part of the Grand East Sea Fleet Offensive: "Dragon Fury")

Over head, as planes of the Soviet reinforcements flew towards Hungham, a small Assault Carrier task force, code named "Ice Serpent" was under the massive shadow cast by the overflying planes.

Hornet Aircraft began to pour from the decks of the four carriers immediately opening fire on the troop carrying transports, launching four missiles each against each targeted transport plane...

The Germans tried to break out of the pocket, using Machine Gun IFVs to mow down the infantry and the Psy Corps, while allowing the tanks to break out and try to escape. The V3s presented a problem, so, as soon as units broke out of the pocket, they scattered.

The Harriers that were left pulled double duty, trying to distract the MiGs while helping the Rocket IFVs take out the remaining Kirovs.

Tukachevsky expected this as well, so he ordered his men to try and destroy the units in the pocket as quickly as possible.

The V3's soon attacked the units inside the pocket, trying to fire as quickly as possible without too much loss of accuracy. They especially wanted to deal with the Rocket IFV's.

Also, the surrounding forces stood firm, they began to hunker down and fill in the gaps in the cordon. They began to fire on any other escaping units, and entrenched themselves.

The Kirovs soon began to feel the pressure, and the MiG's soon went after the remaining Harriers. They tried to weave in and out to avoid the rockets, as they began engaging them in further dogfights and close confrontations.

(OOC: I think you did too. Sorry, shall I edit my previous posts?)

Naval Patrol, Ch'ongjin:
Elements of the fleet that was stationed near Hungham now near here as well. Part of the Grand East Sea Fleet Offensive: "Dragon Fury"

Over head, as planes of the Soviet reinforcements flew towards Hungham, a small Assault Carrier task force, code named "Ice Serpent" was under the massive shadow cast by the overflying planes.

Hornet Aircraft began to pour from the decks of the four carriers immediately opening fire on the troop carrying transports, launching four missiles each against each targeted transport plane...

The transports soon went up in smoke, and the Kirovs and MiG's took notice.

The MiG's soon formed defensive cordons around the Kirovs, as they went after the Hornets and Aircraft Carriers. No massive Kirov kill-off would happen this time....

The transports soon went up in smoke, and the Kirovs and MiG's took notice.

The MiG's soon formed defensive cordons around the Kirovs, as they went after the Hornets and Aircraft Carriers. No massive Kirov kill-off would happen this time....

The ten AEGIS Cruisers around the fleet began to open fire on the MiGs. The Kirovs were no threat to the naval vessels, they simply moved to too slow to catch the swift ships of the Allied fleet. Two additional Aircaft Carriers were stationed at least 20 miles off from the main force. They too, began to pour their Hornets into the fight. Some Hornets were equiped with Electronic Warfare packages, and these soon began to jam the airwaves.

A few Black Eagles from some bases near the shore were above the Soviet air armada, and began a surprise dive attack against the MiG fighters. Their Stealth was detemined to be difficult for the primitive Soviet Radar to detect, making it difficult for them to lock on with missiles.

All around the Soviet Forces, Korean Naval and Air elements opened up their surprise assault...

OOC: Sorry, I must've skipped ahead without realizing. The size of my force is tremendous, and since you failed to comment on my incursion and focussed on the Soviet force, I took that as your command couldn't cope. So I took it as a sucess. My force is huge, and it is land based. Grand cannons have the weakness of slow rate of fire, and all of patriots could not possibly destroy all of the V3s I'm firing. Since it is, as you said, like the Maginot Line
(and btw there is no official reference to such a thing, and I know that doesn't matter at all), I can rush it and flank it. My rhinos and flaks are quite fast and my V3s are continually pounding. My forces are fresh and in no need of repair and my supply lines are short so far. I'm inland, so the Korean navy can do nothing. My force is millions of men strong and you are already fighting a two-front war, so I have the advantage of speed and numbers. I'm not trying to be cheap, but just saying that there is basically no way to defend a lightning attack on grand cannons when the close the distance and are constantly being bombarded. Sure I will take great losses, but my goal is the absolute destruction of Korea, so China doesn't care.

Sorry that was long winded, but I had to write it quickly since I'll be leaving in a sec and will post an IC later.

OOC: Sorry, I must've skipped ahead without realizing. The size of my force is tremendous, and since you failed to comment on my incursion and focussed on the Soviet force, I took that as your command couldn't cope. So I took it as a sucess. My force is huge, and it is land based. Grand cannons have the weakness of slow rate of fire, and all of patriots could not possibly destroy all of the V3s I'm firing. Since it is, as you said, like the Maginot Line
(and btw there is no official reference to such a thing, and I know that doesn't matter at all), I can rush it and flank it. My rhinos and flaks are quite fast and my V3s are continually pounding. My forces are fresh and in no need of repair and my supply lines are short so far. I'm inland, so the Korean navy can do nothing. My force is millions of men strong and you are already fighting a two-front war, so I have the advantage of speed and numbers. I'm not trying to be cheap, but just saying that there is basically no way to defend a lightning attack on grand cannons when the close the distance and are constantly being bombarded. Sure I will take great losses, but my goal is the absolute destruction of Korea, so China doesn't care.

Sorry that was long winded, but I had to write it quickly since I'll be leaving in a sec and will post an IC later.

(OOC: Ah, I see. You did see my responses so far now right? (Some are in other posts, not directly responding to you.) Wait, so you've moved all of your forces on this one front? And I'm sure that you've seen that a few simple grand cannons, even only four, can quickly decimate an army. Besides, a lighting attack doesn't mean that it can't be spotted from miles away, so I still could easily open a wall of fire upon your forces from anywhere in their advance. Also grand cannons here in this RP, as told to me by UX, have been assumed to be able to wipe out hundreds of men a shot. With most of my border covered with these, there are more that enough to cover a land assault even with V3s. Which can be struck by GCs mind you. Also note, that with Airpower, and air logistics, it's not to hard to launch an attack from your flanks as well. Also note that Rhinoes in the game were not fast at all. This is an RP, but it was also stated that the units used here from the game will have capabilities very similar to their game counterparts. Approximate range, firepower, strengths, weaknesses, counters are all the same. Also, by Maginot Line, I'm refering to the idea, it's really a massive staggered line of various base defenses all along the border, established with American assistance. (Think DMZ Extreme I guess.) Also, no matter how short your supply lines are, mine are always going to be shorter since I'm in my own nation.)

I played the game alot, and compared to apocalypses, they were fast. =]

And grand cannons were good, but in the game next to useless to a well-clicked attack. I see that as translating to the game as having some weaknesses. The grand cannon shines when you can hold me up outside and use it as artillery. Otherwise, it can be defeated by the methods I've suggested.

Since it is, as you said, like the Maginot Line
(and btw there is no official reference to such a thing, and I know that doesn't matter at all), .
OOC: There is a reference to it! My first post regarding Korea heavily covered such a defensive structure.

[exaggeration]Compared to Apocaylpses, anything is fast. Compared to them, slugs are fast.[\exaggeration].
Seriously, though, they were pretty slow compared to most units.
And the Grand Cannons can extremely slow down almost anything, especially when backed up by a strong airforce, such as the Black Eagles.

The ten AEGIS Cruisers around the fleet began to open fire on the MiGs. The Kirovs were no threat to the naval vessels, they simply moved to too slow to catch the swift ships of the Allied fleet. Two additional Aircaft Carriers were stationed at least 20 miles off from the main force. They too, began to pour their Hornets into the fight. Some Hornets were equiped with Electronic Warfare packages, and these soon began to jam the airwaves.

A few Black Eagles from some bases near the shore were above the Soviet air armada, and began a surprise dive attack against the MiG fighters. Their Stealth was detemined to be difficult for the primitive Soviet Radar to detect, making it difficult for them to lock on with missiles.

All around the Soviet Forces, Korean Naval and Air elements opened up their surprise assault...

The result was chaos.....as the MiGs were caught by surprise by the hail of missiles and extra planes, they began evasive manuevers, and tried to react as best as they could. Still, many MiGs were lost and and they frantically tried to escape.....

The Kirovs were not so lucky. Many were shot down, and they too tried to break off.

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Glazunov was getting very frustrated.....he then concieved o another plan.

95,000 Soviet troops, 3 Tank Battalions of 2,000 tanks altogether and 1,500 aircraft, all MiG's, were readied for a land invasion.

These forces were mobilized and sent to war. Soviet troops began quietly moving to the border, under the cover of night to attack Korean and American positions in the area, opening fire when they got really close with V3's, Tesla Tanks and Troopers and tank assaults, plus MiG strikes on Korean supply bases and troop convoys.

The result was chaos.....as the MiGs were caught by surprise by the hail of missiles and extra planes, they began evasive manuevers, and tried to react as best as they could. Still, many MiGs were lost and and they frantically tried to escape.....

The Kirovs were not so lucky. Many were shot down, and they too tried to break off.

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Glazunov was getting very frustrated.....he then concieved o another plan.

95,000 Soviet troops, 3 Tank Battalions of 2,000 tanks altogether and 1,500 aircraft, all MiG's, were readied for a land invasion.

These forces were mobilized and sent to war. Soviet troops began quietly moving to the border, under the cover of night to attack Korean and American positions in the area, opening fire when they got really close with V3's, Tesla Tanks and Troopers and tank assaults, plus MiG strikes on Korean supply bases and troop convoys.

(OOC: Where? (RP purposes.))

(OOC: Where? (RP purposes.))

OOC: 18-20mi east of Unggi. No joke, that's an actual city.

Tukachevsky expected this as well, so he ordered his men to try and destroy the units in the pocket as quickly as possible.

The V3's soon attacked the units inside the pocket, trying to fire as quickly as possible without too much loss of accuracy. They especially wanted to deal with the Rocket IFV's.

Also, the surrounding forces stood firm, they began to hunker down and fill in the gaps in the cordon. They began to fire on any other escaping units, and entrenched themselves.

The Kirovs soon began to feel the pressure, and the MiG's soon went after the remaining Harriers. They tried to weave in and out to avoid the rockets, as they began engaging them in further dogfights and close confrontations.

The Germans were encircled. Instead of trying to break out, though, they dug in, entrenching themselves against the Soviet attacks. On the occasion, though, spearheads would move out to try to pierce the lines.

The Germans were encircled. Instead of trying to break out, though, they dug in, entrenching themselves against the Soviet attacks. On the occasion, though, spearheads would move out to try to pierce the lines.

The Soviets made up their minds, they were going to stomp these dudes cold.

They held as well, and poured V3's, Kirov bombs (some of the crews got their hands on Tesla bombs), and MiG strikes on the Germans inside.

All the while, the Soviets tightened the noose....bringing in more men and probing the German lines with infantry and tank attacks.

The Soviets made up their minds, they were going to stomp these dudes cold.

They held as well, and poured V3's, Kirov bombs (some of the crews got their hands on Tesla bombs), and MiG strikes on the Germans inside.

All the while, the Soviets tightened the noose....bringing in more men and probing the German lines with infantry and tank attacks.

Von Papen realised his position was very dangerous, and he had to get out. He knew that he could head for Berlin, which had been turned into a impromptu fortress. So, he issued a general order to breakout at once and head across the Oder. He was not going to let the Soviets destroy him.

As soon as his order was issued, the Germans began a massive breakout, punching through the Soviet lines and escaping as fast as they could. They were not going to be beaten by a bunch of damn communists.

OOC: Upper Xen, whatever happened to the naval battles off the Florida and Cuba coasts?

OOC: Ah, and Sevaris, I'm assuming you're inclufing the reinforcements I sent as part of your force, right?

Von Papen realised his position was very dangerous, and he had to get out. He knew that he could head for Berlin, which had been turned into a impromptu fortress. So, he issued a general order to breakout at once and head across the Oder. He was not going to let the Soviets destroy him.

As soon as his order was issued, the Germans began a massive breakout, punching through the Soviet lines and escaping as fast as they could. They were not going to be beaten by a bunch of damn communists.

Tukachevsky slammed his fist down, screaming, "Damnit!"

He ordered his men to react and give chase. They had to be stopped.

A furious Red Tsunami soon followed the Germans, and tried to cut them off before they could make it.

OOC: Upper Xen, whatever happened to the naval battles off the Florida and Cuba coasts?

OOC: Sorry. Got lost......:(

I'll get to them ASAP.

OOC: Sevaris, you aren't responding to my attack at Flensburg, near the WCD.

-Mariel, Cuba-
Theo stood on the deck of the USS Reagan , his black clothes swishing in the wind. War paint covered his gaunt face, and he hummed “Punchout-Little Mac’s Confession” to himself as the dolphins and helicopters deployed. The rotary blades and joyous noises mingled with whirring noises of engines and the cracking of bombs in the air. All aerial forces continued their bombardment of Mariel, as the city erupted in flames. The dolphins tried to push through the squid lines, and divided their attention between stopping them and attacking the Scorpions, which even now sent many choppers to their watery graves. The battle was at a standstill, as the dolphins and AWS choppers held back the Soviet advance, but were too busy to attack the Dreadnoughts. Missiles slammed into the decks of the destroyers, as sailors ran in a panic, manning the guns and blasting at the swarm of Scorpions. The Hornets and the planes on the destroyers uncharacteristically ignored the Soviet fleet, concentrating their firepower on Mariel, so as to disable any hope of reinforcement for the Florida based Soviets. Jim McGrafferson, a gruff Scottie sprinted onto the deck, swearing up a storm as sweat poured down his brow. He kicked a terrified sailor in front of him, as he ran to man one of the cannons.

“Move your arse, laddy!”

A dreadnought missile had passed through the AEGIS blockade, and crashed right in front of Jim, ripping a hole in the deck. His body was instantly incinerated, but really, he was lucky. Hundreds more would drown, as the American destroyer begin to literally fall apart, splitting in half, and dropping to the watery depths. American sailors screamed as the wreckage caved in on them, while some tried to swim to shore. Another destroyer soon followed, joining the watery graves of choppers and dolphins. The AEGIS cordons remained strong, however, as the sacrifice of dolphins and choppers maintained it.
-Florida Coast-
The Korea battle group was faring even worse, as their cordon of dolphins had been shattered by the submarines and squids, leaving two AEGIS cruisers and three destroyers to be slammed by V3s, Squids, and Scorpions. Luckily, the Hornets seemed to be faring slightly better than the rest of the force, as they went for bombing runs against the Soviet Dreadnoughts, hurling missile after missile at them. They were able to go for the Dreadnoughts (although it remained to be seen if they could actually hit them) because unlike in Mariel, they had no other targets. The Scorpions would have to make a choice regarding their fire: either attack the Hornets and stop their assault on the Dreadnoughts, or stop the AWS helicopters from crushing the squid and submarine forces.



MARIEL:


The Soviets were frustrated, who was this demon that held them at bay and left them nearly helpless, as he destroyed Mariel? Nevermind, they would exorcise it.

The Soviets soon began gathering their remainder, they were not too badly off, they attacked the AEGIS Cruisers with half of their Squids and Subs (subs covering squids) again, and took care to aid them with the Dreads and Scorps, covering the air and aiding the Subs and Squids in their hunt. They focused on trying to break the AEGIS line....they knew they had to.

Of course, some of the Dreads also watched for enemies, and the other half of the Soviet Navy force went after the capital ships to try and keep them busy...

FLORIDA COAST

The Scorpions took on the ASW Choppers, and the Dreads soon began evasive manuevers, trying to evade the Hornets.

Meanwhile, the Squids and Subs continued their attack, focusing on wearing down the Destroyer escorts and the Korea itself.....

MiGs charged against the Harriers to hold them off from the Kirovs as they slowly continued toward Flensburg, braving the Harrier fire.

Though the Harriers were forced to break off to handle the MiGs, the Patriot batteries really kicked into gear and started taking their toll on the Spanish Kirovs. The crews could only hope it was working.

Tukachevsky slammed his fist down, screaming, "Damnit!"

He ordered his men to react and give chase. They had to be stopped.

A furious Red Tsunami soon followed the Germans, and tried to cut them off before they could make it.

The German rear-guard occasionally turned around to hit the Soviets with major volleys, but, for the most part, it followed with the main columns as well. They would not give up. They knew that if they made it to Berlin, it would mean the salvation of Germany. They would not let their country down.

BONN

Chancellor Zander was unpacking his things into his new office, when an aide handed him a message. Von Papen's group was retreating toward Berlin, to try to boost its defences and to save the city. Zander tilted his head up to the skylight, and simply stared. The aide said, "Sir- are you alright?" Zander replied, "Yes, I'm fine..I only pray that God may smile upon the fatherland this day.."

The Kirovs were pounded hard by the Patriots, taking a few of the Kirovs down, but they were not to be detained. The Kirovs charged straight toward the nearest power plant, dropping bombs toward it. They split up in order to cover different power plants.

The Kirovs were pounded hard by the Patriots, taking a few of the Kirovs down, but they were not to be detained. The Kirovs charged straight toward the nearest power plant, dropping bombs toward it. They split up in order to cover different power plants.

The Patriots kept firing as much as they could, with more Harriers taking to the sky to dispatch the Kirovs. Crews on the ground were repairing the power plants as fast as they humanly could, while reserve ones were being activated. Rocket IFVs also entered the fray to attack the Kirovs.

The Kirovs began falling like flies, but they stubbornly refused to stop. They continued at the power plants, knowing that if they destroyed enough, they might just cripple the Germans. As Rhinoes rushed to join the fray, a transmission was sent on German radios, all over the area, military and civilian:
We are Spain. We come to alleive the suffering of the Fatherland from its evil, capitalist leaders. Join us to defeat the capitalists. GLORY TO THE FATHERLAND!

OOC: Sevaris, 1. Are you considering my 30,000 men at the Eastern Front as part of your force?

OOC: Sevaris, 1. Are you considering my 30,000 men at the Eastern Front as part of your force?

OOC: Not sure, honestly- If you want to RP the American units separately, that's ok, but, if you want me to just adminster them as part of the army there, that's alright too.

The Kirovs began falling like flies, but they stubbornly refused to stop. They continued at the power plants, knowing that if they destroyed enough, they might just cripple the Germans. As Rhinoes rushed to join the fray, a transmission was sent on German radios, all over the area, military and civilian:

Evidently, the Spanish message was not taken to heart by any of the civilians or by any of the units in the area. The Tank Destroyers raced out to meet the Rhinos, escorted by Grizzlies. Meanwhile, the barrage in the air only increased, the Patriot volleys only increasing as the Kirovs moved further. The Rocket IFVs also kept close, harrassing the Kirovs as much as they could.

The last of the Kirovs fell, narrowly missing the Weather Control Device. The tank destroyers were deadly to the Rhinoes, which started being destroyed left and right. Then, Flak Tracks came into the area. As they started firing on Harriers, they unloaded Tesla troopers and Psi-Corps operatives. The Psi Corps soldiers focused their minds on the tank destroyers, and began transmitting to the minds of their drivers:
WE ARE SPAIN. YOUR WILL IS WEAKER THAN OUR WILL. YOU WILL OBEY SPAIN. THE FATHERLAND WILL PREVAIL UNDER SPANISH RULE! GLORY TO THE FATHERLAND. JOIN YURI. JOIN US. JOIN THE COMINTERN IN DEFEATING THE EVIL CAPITALIST MENACE!

OOC: Not sure, honestly- If you want to RP the American units separately, that's ok, but, if you want me to just adminster them as part of the army there, that's alright too.
OOC: To be frank, I don't have that much time, so can you just command the 30,000 on the Russian front? Just consult me before making any major strategic moves. And can you send me the plans for the Weather Device?

The result was chaos.....as the MiGs were caught by surprise by the hail of missiles and extra planes, they began evasive manuevers, and tried to react as best as they could. Still, many MiGs were lost and and they frantically tried to escape.....

The Kirovs were not so lucky. Many were shot down, and they too tried to break off.

--------

Glazunov was getting very frustrated.....he then concieved o another plan.

95,000 Soviet troops, 3 Tank Battalions of 2,000 tanks altogether and 1,500 aircraft, all MiG's, were readied for a land invasion.

These forces were mobilized and sent to war. Soviet troops began quietly moving to the border, under the cover of night to attack Korean and American positions in the area, opening fire when they got really close with V3's, Tesla Tanks and Troopers and tank assaults, plus MiG strikes on Korean supply bases and troop convoys.

Naval Patrol, Ch'ongjin:

The Migs tried to weave in and out of the barrage of missiles.
"Look at them run!" shouted the BE filght leader. "They have no hope to escape our attack. Dive down on all fighters, and launch no less than tow missiles each plane. Our AEGIS's should help us. Any plane that needs to re-arm should land on our carriers."

The sky was ablaze with chaotic missile fire, and sporadic cannon bursts. The enitre scene nearly blotted out the sun.

Recon Patrol, Unggi:
(20 Miles outside city limits.)
(OOC: I have no idea about the geography of Sonbong, Formerly Unggi, so I'm RPing it as a cold slightly wintry enviornment.)

A small plume of smoke rose every few minutes in the distance.
But to the naked eye, there where only a few trees as part of a large forest in the area, and no sign of anything resembling an engine. However, those much closer to these "Trees" would realize that there was something not quite right with them. Something...artificial, and almost sureal about them.

The trees would also flicker for some odd reason, but they flickered so fast, that no one would even see the holo generators on a small vehicle flash for a split second.

To those who operated these amazing machines, they were the ultimate in camouflage, and stealth. To those unlucky enough to face them, they were the silent death that struck fear and horror into their commanders. These elite untis were masters at using the Mirage Tank's holographic camo ability, and used this remarkable device to devastating effect.

Inside one of the tanks, three crew members sat inside a darkened crew compartment. Only the dim red glow of some operational lights, and the greenish hue of their monitors provided any illumination.

A slightly annoyed voice spoke up in the compartment.
"Anything yet?" asked the commander
"No sign of the Commie force yet, sir." responded the driver.
"Keep sharp," Responded the Commander, "we've got reports that the Soviets are readying a large force for a land assualt. We're the front line, and our job is to hold them from reaching our city. We'..." (OOC: Note, it's a noted Uranium Mine.)
"Wait," interrupted the driver, "I've got something!"

"Alright, move in slowly."
The commander picked up his radio.
"All units, move up to mobile flanks 3 and 4."

[They'll never know what hit'em.] thought the commander.

All around his tank, the small forest suddenly flickered into hundreds of tanks, which slowly made their way in a wide circle around the encroaching Soviet force.

(OOC: So leik, I'm leik pretending to be leik, the pwnerer and stuf rite, so leik I just thought that I'd leik, maybe leik, bump this, leik, thread ya know?)

(OOC: So leik, I'm leik pretending to be leik, the pwnerer and stuf rite, so leik I just thought that I'd leik, maybe leik, bump this, leik, thread ya know?)

OOC: I'm workin' on it, Kyanges. No worries.

OOC: I'm workin' on it, Kyanges. No worries.

(OOC: Was just trying to bump this to get RALM to respond to the above. ^^^. Guess it didn't work. I may have to call him up.)

(OOC: Magical Girl Mamimi jumps in to make a plea to UX. "GOD DAMN IT UX! REPLY TO THIS FS'KING RP THIS CENTURY!!!! Thank you.)

(OOC: Magical Girl Mamimi jumps in to make a plea to UX. "GOD DAMN IT UX! REPLY TO THIS FS'KING RP THIS CENTURY!!!! Thank you.)

Then, Inquisitor Lu of the Ordo Inquisitorium produced a Daemonhammer and smacked Mamimi to the far side of the map, creating a thunderclap and a dazzling white light, all the while screaming "Foul heretic! Prepare to meet the might of the Imperium!"

Back to our scheduled programming.....

Recon Patrol, Unggi:

The Soviets were horrified. The trees came alive, and as if by some dark magic, turned into tanks. Tanks that were busy killing Conscripts and trying to encircle them.

The Soviets soon launched a massive counterattack, turining their tanks against the Mirages. Meanwhile, the V3's continously fired at the Allied troops, and waves of infantry charged at the Allies, throwing grenades, firing machine guns, and trying to force them back.

Naval Patrol, Ch'ongjin:

The MiG's decided to stop running, and try to die with honor. Turning around, they soon began evasive manuevers, trying to counterattack the BE's with rockets and cannon fire. Their numbers were much thinned, and it was a gamble at this point, though.

MARIEL:


The Soviets were frustrated, who was this demon that held them at bay and left them nearly helpless, as he destroyed Mariel? Nevermind, they would exorcise it.

The Soviets soon began gathering their remainder, they were not too badly off, they attacked the AEGIS Cruisers with half of their Squids and Subs (subs covering squids) again, and took care to aid them with the Dreads and Scorps, covering the air and aiding the Subs and Squids in their hunt. They focused on trying to break the AEGIS line....they knew they had to.

Of course, some of the Dreads also watched for enemies, and the other half of the Soviet Navy force went after the capital ships to try and keep them busy...

FLORIDA COAST

The Scorpions took on the ASW Choppers, and the Dreads soon began evasive manuevers, trying to evade the Hornets.

Meanwhile, the Squids and Subs continued their attack, focusing on wearing down the Destroyer escorts and the Korea itself.....

OOC: Armandian, respond, if you please.

OOC: I will, on friday. Ah, and should we assume Bloody Reaper has left? His fleet hasn't responded to my counter offensive.

OOC: I will, on friday. Ah, and should we assume Bloody Reaper has left? His fleet hasn't responded to my counter offensive.

OOC: Dunno. You haven't responded to my air assault on Pearl, though, for sure......

MiGs charged against the Harriers to hold them off from the Kirovs as they slowly continued toward Flensburg, braving the Harrier fire.

OOC: Trying to bring this thread back

The Harriers continued their attack, trying to pounce on the MiGs when possible. As they were forced back towards Flensburg, though, their situation improved. They now had support from Patriot batteries on the ground as well as Rocket IFVs.

On the ground, the tanks continued to hold the line against the Spanish advance, gradually turning the tide of the battle.

OOC: No worries. Sorry for the delay (Easter Related) but I'll have something later today. And Sevaris, can you give me the plans for the Weather Machine?

OOC: No worries. Sorry for the delay (Easter Related) but I'll have something later today. And Sevaris, can you give me the plans for the Weather Machine?

OOC: Sure

OOC: I mean ICly.

The Spanish were pumping conscripts at the German forces. They continued in a seemingly losing battle. The MiGs pulled back toward the airfield at the beach, while many apocalypse tanks began to force their way back into Flensburg, guns firing at the Harriers and enemy tanks. The Iron Curtain activated upon them as they charged the Weather Control Device.

The Spanish were pumping conscripts at the German forces. They continued in a seemingly losing battle. The MiGs pulled back toward the airfield at the beach, while many apocalypse tanks began to force their way back into Flensburg, guns firing at the Harriers and enemy tanks. The Iron Curtain activated upon them as they charged the Weather Control Device.

The Germans continued to hold the line, staving off the infantry attacks at expense to their own numbers. The Harriers pursued the MiGs as they were able to, they wanted to take as many out as they could.

Brandt thought the battle was going well until he recieved news that the Iron Curtain had been activated. He muttered to himself, "Shit..". He then ordered more tanks to be deployed, to try to hold off the Apocalypse tanks long enough until the Iron Curtain's effects went away. He also ordered a few more Harrier squadrons into the air to take out the Iron Curtain.

Brandt then turned to his American counterpart, and handed him a disk. "These are the plans for the Weather Control Device- It's a very powerful weapon indeed. Don't let the reds get this."

Flak guns fired at the Harriers, along with the MiGs that were now almost hovering over the base.
In Flensburg, at least 12 Apocalypse tanks, 6 under Iron Curtain, continued to charge into the city, firing in the general direction of the Weather Control Device.

Then, Inquisitor Lu of the Ordo Inquisitorium produced a Daemonhammer and smacked Mamimi to the far side of the map, creating a thunderclap and a dazzling white light, all the while screaming "Foul heretic! Prepare to meet the might of the Imperium!"

Back to our scheduled programming.....

Recon Patrol, Unggi:

The Soviets were horrified. The trees came alive, and as if by some dark magic, turned into tanks. Tanks that were busy killing Conscripts and trying to encircle them.

The Soviets soon launched a massive counterattack, turining their tanks against the Mirages. Meanwhile, the V3's continously fired at the Allied troops, and waves of infantry charged at the Allies, throwing grenades, firing machine guns, and trying to force them back.

Naval Patrol, Ch'ongjin:

The MiG's decided to stop running, and try to die with honor. Turning around, they soon began evasive manuevers, trying to counterattack the BE's with rockets and cannon fire. Their numbers were much thinned, and it was a gamble at this point, though.

(OOC: Mamimi, leaped back up and blasted through the dust cloud kicked up by her impact. Her eyes glowed an unearthly blue glow as she streaked towards the Inquisitor. "Take THIS!" she shouted, "Ka me, ha me..." The screen whited out...)

IC:

Recon Patrol, Unggi:
As the Soviet infantry made a desperate counterattack against the Mirages, the skies overead began to darken. Lightning began to streak across the blackened sky and formed a perfect backdrop behind the pissed faces of Allied G.I.s and intense light beams from several Prism tanks that had been hiding in the false forest of Mirage tanks. As the infantry charged, intense beams from the Prisms ripped through the Soviet lines, while the Mirages simply advanced forward despite the hundreds of angry Conscripts. What could a few MGs and Grenades do afterall against a shifting force that would be trees one moment, and firing deadly rounds the next?

Of course, this was a bit of arrogance on the part of the Allied Commander. the V3 rockets that rained down reaked havoc on the lines of the unprotected Mirage tanks.

"Get some Rocketeers out here!!" shouted the lead tank commander...

Naval Patrol, Ch'ongjin:
The BE pilots were momentarily stunned by the sudden disply of blind courage of the Soviet pilots. Many of the less experienced BE pilots were caught off guard, and were subsequently shot down. Of nearly 300 BEs, at least 50 were counted as shot down. However, the continued barrage of the AEGIS cruisers along with the protection of the many Dolphins that guarded them made for a gauntlet of AAA fire in the skies over the small city of Ch'ongjin...

Flak guns fired at the Harriers, along with the MiGs that were now almost hovering over the base.
In Flensburg, at least 12 Apocalypse tanks, 6 under Iron Curtain, continued to charge into the city, firing in the general direction of the Weather Control Device.

OOC: This is Sevaris, too lazy to log in as Sevaris.


IC: The Harriers braved the fire, only occasionally breaking off to fire missiles at the MiGs. Though casualties were heavy, they fired all they had left at the Weather Control Device. Ten of the Harriers managed to survive, and flew away as fast as they could.

In Flensburg, the destroyed IFVs and Tanks made for good barriers to hold off the Apocalypse tanks. Those that were not under Iron Curtain were being hammered by Prism Tanks and Tank Destroyers.

Flensburg was rapidly becoming a city of rubble and debris. However, the Germans would not surrender.

OOC: Don't you mean you fired at the Iron Curtain? I'm firing on the WCD.
IC: The MiGs chased toward the Harriers, charging at full speed. They fired missiles into the harriers, following up with volleys of machine guns. Kirov Airships began floating in with a second wave, just floating over the Spanish base on the beach. They floated slowly toward Flensburg.

The Apocalypse tanks braved the fire, and though four were destroyed, they charged in, starting to crush tank destroyers. They charged toward the Weather Control Device, closing and releasing their deadly rounds into its side. Rhino tanks began to charge into the city, focusing their fire on the tank destroyers, while the Conscripts charged as cannonfodder into the city. Also, Demolition trucks began to move into the city, charging directly at the WCD, and Terrorists began to blow up every building in sight.

OOC: Don't you mean you fired at the Iron Curtain? I'm firing on the WCD.
IC: The MiGs chased toward the Harriers, charging at full speed. They fired missiles into the harriers, following up with volleys of machine guns. Kirov Airships began floating in with a second wave, just floating over the Spanish base on the beach. They floated slowly toward Flensburg.

The Apocalypse tanks braved the fire, and though four were destroyed, they charged in, starting to crush tank destroyers. They charged toward the Weather Control Device, closing and releasing their deadly rounds into its side. Rhino tanks began to charge into the city, focusing their fire on the tank destroyers, while the Conscripts charged as cannonfodder into the city. Also, Demolition trucks began to move into the city, charging directly at the WCD, and Terrorists began to blow up every building in sight.

OOC: Yes, I meant firing at the Iron Curtain- typo on my part.
IC:

The Harriers fled back to base, trying to dodge the MiGs along the way.

On the ground, things weren't as good. The arrival of the many demolition trucks was proving to be difficult. However, the ground commanders compensated. They then ordered the Tank Destroyers and Prism Tanks to group up and handle the armoured onslaught against the WCD, whilst the Grizzlies were ordered to take out the demolition trucks.

Meanwhile, sniper teams finally got around to being deployed. They were being fanned out all over the city to eliminate terrorists, before they could cause any more damage.

Fidel Castro was miserable. Speaking to his friends and comrades, Fidel realised just how mistaken he had been.
"Juan, this is ridiculous. You and I... we fought against people like Romanov during the revolution."
"Yes, it's a difficult situation. We shouldn't have been so quick to go along with his planning," Juan Almeida replied. "But remember Playa Giron... the Yankees wouldn't have stopped for nothing in their attempts to crush our people."
"Hmm. But this is not how I wanted things to go. When I talked with Romanov he assured me, assured me! That no civilians would be intentionally harmed in this invasion. Instead..." Fidel counted off his fingers, "...instead! First he bombards the coastal cities with his fleets. Then he mind controls them... mind controls! I am revolted by the entire concept! And now... now he detonates a nuclear bomb in Chicago! This is spiralling out of control."
"I agree. We should call for an end to this brutality. Washington is in our hands, so is Dugan. I think we should petition Romanov to stop now. The Americans realise they are fighting a losing battle," Juan said, "If we can convince them that we do not wish to inflict further casualties on them... that this invasion was not just for Romanov's ridiculous 'family legacy', but as an action to stop Dugan and his insane secretary of state Bush from committing further atrocities against the third world..."
"Hugo, Vicente and the Spanish agree. There are marches all over Mexico City, Caracas and Spain. Not to mention the Mongolians! They're kicking up a real riot. Look, I think we should challenge Romanov's leadership of the WSA. He's loony!" Fidel said angrily. Juan nodded silently.
"We can't go that far, but we have the support of Venezuela, Spain, Mexico and Mongolia as you said. That's a sizeable contingent. I think we should go for it, Fidel," Juan said.

A few days later.

"Fidel, good news from Moscow! They've agreed with our statements. That crazy general of theirs has barricaded himself in the White House and it looks like the invasion's losing its momentum," Juan said triumphantly.
"This is excellent news! Better than I had hoped! Are they sending anyone here?" Fidel asked.
"Yes, that queer aide of Romanov, the bald chap who sports the silly Lenin goatee, what's his name? I can't recall, Yuri's his first name......"

OOC: Dugan doesn't exist here. Bush is the President. And so far, Washington is not under control of the Soviets, and no nuclear weapon has been used on US soil. (the Spanish launched one in Germany) Yet.

-Mariel-

Admiral Theo paced restlessly on the deck of the Reagan .

“Damned Russians, don’t they know when to give up? Where is that...”

His black boots carried him to the bridge, and into a closet. A sailor approached him as he tossed out various items from the closet.

“Sir, what are you looking for?”
“THIS! HAHAHAHAHA!”

Theo grinned maniacally as he pulled out a portable missile launcher. He ran back onto the deck, and aimed his sights at a nearby Squid.

“Time for some...SUSHI!”

The launcher spewed out a fiery missile, and it rammed forward. The missile slammed into the eyeball of the squid, sending blood funneling out of every hole in its body. It struggled for a moment, then sagged to the down into the ocean depths in pure agony.

“HA!”

The Admiral aided the dolphin, and AWS line in holding the front. The dolphins and AWS choppers, aided by Destroyer cannon fire, managed to hold back the Russian Squids and Submarines. They had the advantage their allies on the Korea lacked: terrain. They battled in a harbor, and the encircled dolphins and choppers managed to keep the Soviets from entering the Mariel harbor, and let the Destroyer planes and Hornets wreak havoc upon the city. It was almost totally destroyed, and another hour would finish off the majority of the naval installations. Sadly, the fires had spread to consume man civilian targets, but it was an unavoidable consequence of war. While the Soviets could not prevent Mariel’s destruction, they were lucky in that their casualties were fairly minimal, as the American air force was completely focused on the city.

-Florida Coast-
Like flies buzzing in the air, the AWS choppers were swatted down with a vicious force. This set off a devastating chain reaction. The dolphins no longer had the aid of the choppers, and the submarines cut them to shreds. Dolphin corpses floated above the sea, their eyes gleaming with both sorrow and an utter lack of understanding. Some dolphins of course, remained, but their efforts were so concentrated on the squids that the unthinkable happened.

An AEGIS was hit.

“Damnit! There’s too many of them!”

The sailors onboard the AEGIS cruiser frantically operated the anti-air missiles. The V3s seemed to come closer and closer every time, until they were within the range of seconds. Plumes of flame shrieked just above the deck, but while the crew focused on their foes in the sky, the real threat lurked below. Several Russian submarines circled the AEGIS, having passed through the shattered dolphin line. They fired off synchronized torpedoes, which slammed into the hull. The ship shook violently, but held on. A pack of dolphins desperately swan towards the submarines. They spotted one in front of them, and blasted a wave of supersonic energy. Just before it struck the hull of the submarine and twisted it viciously, the torpedoes shot out of the sub. They again struck the hull, and the beleaguered battle ship failed to hold on. The AEGIS began to sink, the sounds of its hull ripping apart evoking the song of a dying whale.

The chain reaction then continued. With one of the critical anti-air defenses gone, the V3s began to inch closer to their target. It seemed like every volley came closer and closer to smacking into the AEGIS’s before being struck down, until they hit. The violent flame of combustion incinerated the deck of an AEGIS, and with its defenses rattled, more and more V3's repeatedly slammed into the deck, sending men and scrap hurtling through the air. The result of the endless barrage was the death of two more AEGIS cruisers, leaving only one to defend the Korea in a valiant, but futile attempt to stem the tide of V3s.

The barrage of V3s seemed to die down slightly when the Dreadnoughts began to evade the hornets, but the encroaching Squids continued their relentless pursuit. The Subs were tied down with the remaining dolphin force, but the Squids simply swam through. Thick, fleshy tentacles lashed onto two of the remaining three destroyers. A single dolphin pounded away at one of the squids, while desperate sailors blasted from the Destroyer’s cannons. Blood flew from the squid, but it still held on. The yellow bomber couldn’t assault the squid, and the cannon stopped attacking it as well, for the damage to the ship itself was more than to the filthy attacking beast. Like a scene from some bad black and white horror movie, the squid’s tentacles smashed into the Destroyer’s thick armor.

“GO! GO! GO!”

The desperate crew assembled onto the rain and blood soaked deck, ready for a final strike. The captain, a grim young man pointed his finger at the squid’s looming eyes.

“On my mark...”

The entire crew stood ready in a thick battle column, aiming a mishmash of weaponry, ranging from pistols to machine guns to rocket launchers.

“FIRE!”
“YYYYYAAAAAGHHH!”

BLAM!BLAM!BLAM!BLAM!BOOM!CRASH!

Fire exploded from the deck of the destroyer, blasting into the head of the squid. Bullets and explosions shook the squid violently, but it held on with incradible tenacity,

“FIRE! FIRE! FIIIIIRE!”

One of the squid’s tentacles rose into the air, and was brought down with incredible force onto the deck. The sailors fell to the ground as the ship shook.

“Captain! She can’t take much more!”

The captain fired away with his revolver at the squid, but soon realized he was out of ammo.

“Goddamit!”

As the squid’s tentacles again slammed the deck, this time crushing the bodies of several sailors, the captain looked at the squid. A sickening realization hit the pit of his chest, as his solemn duty arose in his chest.

I’m sorry boys, but it looks like daddy isn’t going to be coming home...

Thoughts of his family, his life, and his country flowed through the captain’s mind as he raced into his cabin. The ancient naval sword that had been in his family for generations hung proudly on the wall. He stripped it off, and with a mighty swing cut off the locks in the secret arms closet. Most captains in the US navy had one of these, just in case an invading force managed to reach as far as the captain’s cabin. Inside, several packs of high explosives lay waiting. Ripping some duct tape with his mouth, he slapped them onto his dirtied uniform.

<Cue MGS2 Main Theme>

As sailors valiantly battled against this vicious creature, the captain ran onto the deck. Water splashed into the air as his feet stomped across thick puddles. A blade in his hand, he looked like some old hero from a spaghetti western. A lone cavalrymen, charging down the enemy. The squid batted at him with a meaty tentacle, but he jumped into the air above it, while bloodying its limb with a downwards slice. It roared in pain, and focused its attention on this seemingly insane warrior. Slice after slice, thwack after thwack, the man came closer in this dance of death. Finally, the eyes of the squid showed an almost human fear as the captain came in within striking range.

In an action movie, the captain would have uttered some heroic phrase, some point of wisdom, some nugget of courage. He would have pierced the vile beast’s eye and proclaimed victory for the United States. He would have single handedly annihilated the Soviet fleet.

This was no action movie. The captain’s aim was true, and the sword cut straight into the eye of the squid. Fluid and blood erupted from it, and the panicked creature brought its last energies to bear in a frenzied assault on the ship and its crew. The captain pushed in deeper, used his left hand to form the sign of the cross, and gathered his strength for a final blow.

“FIRE! FIRE AT IT’S LIMBS!”
“CAPTAIN! WE’LL HIT YOU!”
“I DON’T GIVE A DAMN! FIRE! THAT’S AN ORDER!”

The remaining crew, all severely battered, rose up and unleashed a final, brutal thrust against the tentacles of the squid. It exclaimed in pain, and let go of the ship. The captain was hit three times in the back with bullets, and blood oozed from his back. The darkness began to encroach upon him, but he held firm and shoved forth with his entire body at the squid. It fell back, away from the Destroyer, still held tightly by the captain.

As it flew through the air, safely away from the ship, the captain jumped into the eyeball. His body pushed through the oozing, bleeding mass that was already shattered by his sword and several bullets, and slammed the trigger on his chest. A fiery explosion enveloped the Squid’s insides, and poured out of the fleshy body. Millions of pieces of bloody squid and human flew through the air, as a grim crew looked on.

“Cap’n...”

The destroyer was strangely enough, lucky. While it had suffered brutal punishment at the tentacles of the squid, at least it was still intact. That could not be said of the other destroyers. In fact, only it, an AEGIS, and a smattering of dolphins remained to defend the Korea. The Hornets had their hands full as they struggled to make this offensive fruitful, bombarding the slow moving dreadnoughts with all their might. The USS Korea began to retreat northward, while the destroyer, AEGIS, and dolphins desperately tried to hold the Soviets at bay, and the Hornets tried to salvage some success from the mission by plugging the Dreadnoughts full of explosives.

-Texas-

Houston, the capital of Texas, was a ghost town. The Russians would find almost no resistance there, except from the odd oldster who had overslept the evacuation. Thousands of paper slips would remain however, taunting the Russians, and making fun of their mothers.

The real resistance lay in San Antonio.

The Alamo.

Gen. Armand Domalewski stood over this ancient fort, smiling. His face held an odd grin, messy brown hair, and thin, black glasses. The original mission remained in the core of the facility, but it mainly stood as an inspirational symbol, as did the American flag near it. Michael’s stout, tall, and Caucasian (with a splotch of Spanish) body purveyed the mighty fortress that had been constructed around the Alamo. Power generators pumped electricity into a stunning array of Prism Towers, Airbases, (Loaded mainly with harriers, but also with one elite squadron of Black Eagles) Barracks’, War Factories, Patriot Batteries, supply infrastructure, and more. His floppy black hair shook in the dusty wind as he rode forth to the rim of the mighty fortress, astride his steed. As he passed by a group of soldiers, he noticed a team of engineers placing the final touches on the newest innovation of the US Military.

The Gap Generator.

Several were placed not only in this base, but all over San Antonio, and the state itself. This created several large gaps in the Soviet radar, thus ensuring that if the Soviets attempted to use nuclear weapons, they would have to hit every single gap in the state. Of course, military preparations would not go unnoticed in San Antonio, and the possibility of a strategic nuclear strike loomed over Armand’s head. He could only hope that the Soviets weren’t that desperate. Tactical nuclear strikes remained an even more likely possibility, but the placement of various gap generators around the city would increase the odds that the Soviets wouldn’t be willing to attack each one. Even if they did, chances were that it wouldn’t be the right place, giving the Americans ample warning.

Armand’s face turned into a mask of alertness as he heard some commotion at the front of the base. He urged his horse to go forward, and it did, arriving at the gates.

“Sir! It’s her!”

Armand looked over at a soldier yelling at him frantically.

“Who?”

The gates swung open, and a hard core, rag tag group of ferocious warriors marched in, led by...

“Tanya! Sir, it’s her!”

Confidently, this brunette marched towards Armand.

“You the one in charge her?”
“Yes, I am General Armand Domalewski, of the United States Military.”
“Tanya Lightheart, Commander of The Sons Of Liberty. Reporting for duty, sir. Now, send these photos up to Fox News. It’ll be good PR. Now, if you don’t mind general, my men would like some grub.”

She tossed him a disk, and gestured for her men to follow her into the mess hall.

“That’s the last of the reinforcements. Combined with draftees and regular army men, we have a force of about 500,000 sir.” said a military sergeant.
“The US military hasn’t had a single force that large since the last war...This time, the Alamo won’t fall. The war ends here.”
“But sir, the men...Many of them just came here for shelter. Will they fight?”
“Good point...Gather them all here.”

In the southern part of Texas, in the town of San Anton...

They shuffled in, tired, hungry, and confused. A medley of professional soldiers (250,000) and average men, women, and teenagers (250,000) from various parts of the south marched onto the dusty courtyard of the Alamo.

There’s a fortress all in ruin, that the weeds have overgrown...

General Armand sat on his horse, purveying the gigantic mass of people. They looked completely worthless, like the crumbled, weed ridden fortress itself.

“Can they do it?” he muttered. “Can they rise above their own selfish needs, and fight for what is right?”

You may look in vain for crosses, and you’ll never see a one...

“My fellow Americans. Let me be blunt. In exactly 26 hours, a Russian force numbering in the hundreds of thousands will come here, and our little attempts at deception will only slow them for so long.”

But sometime between the setting and the rising of the sun...

A frightened gasp erupted from the crowd. Children cried, as anxious mothers wished to calm them.

“These armies will come here, and they will gladly kill us all. These Communists have no mercy, they have no compassion. They fight for a mindless machine that is Communism, to merge us all into a society of chains and slavery.”

You can hear a ghostly bugle, as the men go marching by...

“But you can stop them. You can end their horrible purge. You are the only thing that stands between them and our country. We are the final fortress, we are the final stand. If the Alamo falls, nothing will stop the Russians from ravaging the heart of our country.”

You can hear them as they answer, to that roll call in the sky...
“On this very patch of land we stand on, in this very fortress, Colonel Travis, Davy Crockett, and 180 more men gave their lives in a battle against a bloodthirsty menace. And we fight for the same thing they did: our freedom.

Colonel Travis, Davy Crockett, and a hundred and eighty more...

“We are not like our enemy. We don’t fight for some delusion of a “motherland.” Americans don’t give a damn where you come from. All you need to be an American is to be a lover of freedom.

Captain Dickinson and Jim Bowie, present and accounted for...

“And that is what we fight for today. For the ability to raise our children how we want to, to worship how we want to, to live our lives how we want to! To follow God in any way we choose! To become prosperous through our own toil and sweat! To live life in any way we want to, without some bastard Communists telling us what to do!”

Back in 1836, Houston said to Travis...

“That is what George Washington and the Minutemen fought for when they revolted against the British crown!”

Get some volunteers and go, fortify the Alamo...

“That is what Woodrow Wilson and the army fought for when they marched on the fields of France against the Feudal empires!”

Well, the men came from Texas, and Ol’ Tennessee...

“That is what FDR and the Greatest Generation fought for when facing the first Red Menace! And that is what we must fight for! Will you fight for your freedom? For your children’s freedom? FOR FREEDOM ITSELF?!?”

And they joined up with Travis...

Armand’s horse paced back and forth as he looked the front row in the eye. He held out a stick to the ground, and formed a horizontal line as the horse galloped. He then stepped off the horse, and stood back.

“Will you let 250 years of freedom to go for naught? Will you let civilization to crumble under madness? Will you let evil itself march upon the plains of good, and squash the final beacon of freedom? Or will you fight? WILL YOU FIGHT WITH ME, FOR FREEDOM ITSELF?!?”

Silence.



A young, teenaged boy, quivering in his boots, slowly, slowly, slowly....crossed the line. And then a middle aged women with two kids did. And then a young man attending college.

And they all did.

Just to fight for the right to be free!
OOC: The civilians are obviously going to be less capable fighters, so let’s just say that they are basic level GIs (They have been and are being trained) and the professionals are higher than that.
-Somewhere off the Washington Coast-
“Hey, Albert, what’s up?”
“Zee shky, of corsh.”
“You know what I mean.”

Dubya slapped Albert on the back, as he entered Einstein’s lab. Engineers were in a frenzy, blue sparks flew out of multiple places, technology was created, and computers hummed in the laboratory’s central core. It was situated on a small island near Washington D.C., and it was the central hub for Chrono research.

“So Al, can you explain the tech behind this to me again?”
“Alright. You shee, it is built on a shimple principle. Time and shpace bind everyshing in a continuum, yesh? What zee Chrono technology doesh is that it appliessh shimulatneously incredibly high packets of energy at two locationshs, causing ripsh in the shpace time continuum. You then pop shomebody into one of theesh ripsh, and they come out zee other. However, to get through, you need shome short of protection, usually a vehicle can do. In addishun, I have a shingle prototype Chrono shuit. However, the technology eesh shtill in progresh. I wash working on it through private donationsh by Donald Trump, but we only managed to iron out zee theory. Now, we musht build a device.”
“But...Didn’t you teleport into my office?”
“That wash a primitive, shimple device that ushed a ton of energy, and only vorked once. We need to perfect a devishe capable of carrying large attack groupsh, and one that ishh energy efficient. If we made a full shcale device of the one I ushed to teleport into your offish, it would take up zee entire American power grid! Sho, ve continue to put theory into practice. I eshtimate that in about a month, ve vill be able to start the initial building.”
“Hmm...So you plan on making a device that can transport anything, anywhere? What do you call it?”
“Zee Chronosphere.”

-SuperMax Prison, Somewhere In Virginia-
She had tried everything. Absolutely, completely, f***ing everything. But it seemed like George W. Bush was one thing no other man was: unseducable. She hated him for it, for many reasons. Mainly, he schemes and machinations could not be achieved if she could not achieve control over him. And secondly, it bothered her intensely that she could not break him to her will, for that was unprecedented. Men and women had fallen to her charm, no matter how resistant. She had built her entire life upon her ability to manipulate others. But now...now she needed help.

So here she was. The powerful Condoleeza Rice, National Security Advisor, close confidante of the President...and visiting a prisoner.

“Well, at least it’s a general...”

She waved off the guard, and entered the darkened cell. A Soviet general, captured in a bout of sheer luck by Tanya during a raid, sat chained to the wall. He glared at her.

“General. First of all, you can speak freely. There are no bugs, and the cameras are disabled. Secondly, I want to know how I can contact your superiors. I know you’re not going to trust me, but listen. I can deliver Pearl Harbor to the Russians.”

-Germany-

The American General, Benito Sanchez, immediately transmitted the data to the US via a safe, electronic line. After that, he initiated his part of the offensive.

American Harriers screamed off of the runways in Hamburg, and half of America’s European aerial force flew towards the Spanish base. While the Spanish and Germans dueled over WMDs, the Americans unleashed a potent assault upon what they hoped was a much softer, yet more vital target: the Tesla Reactors.

-Center Of Libyan Attack-

The American Military was stunned. Absolutely stunned. On one hand, the Libyans had sent what was apparently the world’s weakest invasion force, with a mere handful of men. The American National Guard and civilian resistors (although few were left, with the majority of NG and CR in the Alamo) outnumbered and outgunned the Libyans, and began a campaign of total annihilation.

On the other hand, the naval situation was horrible. With only a few dolphins, destroyers, and Harriers handy, the coast guard could do little but whittle away the enemy force.

-World’s Oceans-

In general, the US navy is withdrawing into the United States. One carrier battle group will remain in the Indian Ocean (to support the Koreans) and one will remain in the Mediterranean, one in the South Pacific (Phillipines, Guam, etc). A significant naval group (although no carrier) will also defend the Panama canal. Otherwise, the American navy was withdrawing towards US shores to fend off the invasion...

-Pearl Harbor-
The American Harriers, and Black Eagles battled in the sky with the Russian MiGs and Kirovs. While they dueled, almost at stalemate, the New Zealand navy was almost completely destroyed. They had foolishly slammed into the central point of America’s naval defense, and the fact was that New Zealand was no match for the United States. If they had waited for the Russians, their chances may have been better, but as such, their hulls littered the ocean. All anti-air capabilities on the ships were active, and blasted the MiGs, while the American fighter planes began to draw South....

(NOTE: I know the numbers for the Alamo seem large, but this is the major stand of the United States. The three focal points of resistance you will meet are in Pearl, Texas, and Washington D.C. The rest will be fairly easy to conquer.)

OOC: Godnose, get out of here. Chronosia is playing Cuba. And even if YOU were, I would never support you. . .not for a second.

IC: The terrorists were falling left and right to the enemy snipers. They continued running at full speed at the WCD, hoping to destroy it and end this crazy allied control of the weather.

OOC: History Lovers...I launched a massive aerial attack from Flensburg, directed at your Tesla Reactors...

OOC: Dugan doesn't exist here. Bush is the President. And so far, Washington is not under control of the Soviets, and no nuclear weapon has been used on US soil. (the Spanish launched one in Germany) Yet.

-Mariel-

Admiral Theo paced restlessly on the deck of the Reagan .

“Damned Russians, don’t they know when to give up? Where is that...”

His black boots carried him to the bridge, and into a closet. A sailor approached him as he tossed out various items from the closet.

“Sir, what are you looking for?”
“THIS! HAHAHAHAHA!”

Theo grinned maniacally as he pulled out a portable missile launcher. He ran back onto the deck, and aimed his sights at a nearby Squid.

“Time for some...SUSHI!”

The launcher spewed out a fiery missile, and it rammed forward. The missile slammed into the eyeball of the squid, sending blood funneling out of every hole in its body. It struggled for a moment, then sagged to the down into the ocean depths in pure agony.

“HA!”

The Admiral aided the dolphin, and AWS line in holding the front. The dolphins and AWS choppers, aided by Destroyer cannon fire, managed to hold back the Russian Squids and Submarines. They had the advantage their allies on the Korea lacked: terrain. They battled in a harbor, and the encircled dolphins and choppers managed to keep the Soviets from entering the Mariel harbor, and let the Destroyer planes and Hornets wreak havoc upon the city. It was almost totally destroyed, and another hour would finish off the majority of the naval installations. Sadly, the fires had spread to consume man civilian targets, but it was an unavoidable consequence of war. While the Soviets could not prevent Mariel’s destruction, they were lucky in that their casualties were fairly minimal, as the American air force was completely focused on the city.

-Florida Coast-
Like flies buzzing in the air, the AWS choppers were swatted down with a vicious force. This set off a devastating chain reaction. The dolphins no longer had the aid of the choppers, and the submarines cut them to shreds. Dolphin corpses floated above the sea, their eyes gleaming with both sorrow and an utter lack of understanding. Some dolphins of course, remained, but their efforts were so concentrated on the squids that the unthinkable happened.

An AEGIS was hit.

“Damnit! There’s too many of them!”

The sailors onboard the AEGIS cruiser frantically operated the anti-air missiles. The V3s seemed to come closer and closer every time, until they were within the range of seconds. Plumes of flame shrieked just above the deck, but while the crew focused on their foes in the sky, the real threat lurked below. Several Russian submarines circled the AEGIS, having passed through the shattered dolphin line. They fired off synchronized torpedoes, which slammed into the hull. The ship shook violently, but held on. A pack of dolphins desperately swan towards the submarines. They spotted one in front of them, and blasted a wave of supersonic energy. Just before it struck the hull of the submarine and twisted it viciously, the torpedoes shot out of the sub. They again struck the hull, and the beleaguered battle ship failed to hold on. The AEGIS began to sink, the sounds of its hull ripping apart evoking the song of a dying whale.

The chain reaction then continued. With one of the critical anti-air defenses gone, the V3s began to inch closer to their target. It seemed like every volley came closer and closer to smacking into the AEGIS’s before being struck down, until they hit. The violent flame of combustion incinerated the deck of an AEGIS, and with its defenses rattled, more and more V3's repeatedly slammed into the deck, sending men and scrap hurtling through the air. The result of the endless barrage was the death of two more AEGIS cruisers, leaving only one to defend the Korea in a valiant, but futile attempt to stem the tide of V3s.

The barrage of V3s seemed to die down slightly when the Dreadnoughts began to evade the hornets, but the encroaching Squids continued their relentless pursuit. The Subs were tied down with the remaining dolphin force, but the Squids simply swam through. Thick, fleshy tentacles lashed onto two of the remaining three destroyers. A single dolphin pounded away at one of the squids, while desperate sailors blasted from the Destroyer’s cannons. Blood flew from the squid, but it still held on. The yellow bomber couldn’t assault the squid, and the cannon stopped attacking it as well, for the damage to the ship itself was more than to the filthy attacking beast. Like a scene from some bad black and white horror movie, the squid’s tentacles smashed into the Destroyer’s thick armor.

“GO! GO! GO!”

The desperate crew assembled onto the rain and blood soaked deck, ready for a final strike. The captain, a grim young man pointed his finger at the squid’s looming eyes.

“On my mark...”

The entire crew stood ready in a thick battle column, aiming a mishmash of weaponry, ranging from pistols to machine guns to rocket launchers.

“FIRE!”
“YYYYYAAAAAGHHH!”

BLAM!BLAM!BLAM!BLAM!BOOM!CRASH!

Fire exploded from the deck of the destroyer, blasting into the head of the squid. Bullets and explosions shook the squid violently, but it held on with incradible tenacity,

“FIRE! FIRE! FIIIIIRE!”

One of the squid’s tentacles rose into the air, and was brought down with incredible force onto the deck. The sailors fell to the ground as the ship shook.

“Captain! She can’t take much more!”

The captain fired away with his revolver at the squid, but soon realized he was out of ammo.

“Goddamit!”

As the squid’s tentacles again slammed the deck, this time crushing the bodies of several sailors, the captain looked at the squid. A sickening realization hit the pit of his chest, as his solemn duty arose in his chest.

I’m sorry boys, but it looks like daddy isn’t going to be coming home...

Thoughts of his family, his life, and his country flowed through the captain’s mind as he raced into his cabin. The ancient naval sword that had been in his family for generations hung proudly on the wall. He stripped it off, and with a mighty swing cut off the locks in the secret arms closet. Most captains in the US navy had one of these, just in case an invading force managed to reach as far as the captain’s cabin. Inside, several packs of high explosives lay waiting. Ripping some duct tape with his mouth, he slapped them onto his dirtied uniform.

<Cue MGS2 Main Theme>

As sailors valiantly battled against this vicious creature, the captain ran onto the deck. Water splashed into the air as his feet stomped across thick puddles. A blade in his hand, he looked like some old hero from a spaghetti western. A lone cavalrymen, charging down the enemy. The squid batted at him with a meaty tentacle, but he jumped into the air above it, while bloodying its limb with a downwards slice. It roared in pain, and focused its attention on this seemingly insane warrior. Slice after slice, thwack after thwack, the man came closer in this dance of death. Finally, the eyes of the squid showed an almost human fear as the captain came in within striking range.

In an action movie, the captain would have uttered some heroic phrase, some point of wisdom, some nugget of courage. He would have pierced the vile beast’s eye and proclaimed victory for the United States. He would have single handedly annihilated the Soviet fleet.

This was no action movie. The captain’s aim was true, and the sword cut straight into the eye of the squid. Fluid and blood erupted from it, and the panicked creature brought its last energies to bear in a frenzied assault on the ship and its crew. The captain pushed in deeper, used his left hand to form the sign of the cross, and gathered his strength for a final blow.

“FIRE! FIRE AT IT’S LIMBS!”
“CAPTAIN! WE’LL HIT YOU!”
“I DON’T GIVE A DAMN! FIRE! THAT’S AN ORDER!”

The remaining crew, all severely battered, rose up and unleashed a final, brutal thrust against the tentacles of the squid. It exclaimed in pain, and let go of the ship. The captain was hit three times in the back with bullets, and blood oozed from his back. The darkness began to encroach upon him, but he held firm and shoved forth with his entire body at the squid. It fell back, away from the Destroyer, still held tightly by the captain.

As it flew through the air, safely away from the ship, the captain jumped into the eyeball. His body pushed through the oozing, bleeding mass that was already shattered by his sword and several bullets, and slammed the trigger on his chest. A fiery explosion enveloped the Squid’s insides, and poured out of the fleshy body. Millions of pieces of bloody squid and human flew through the air, as a grim crew looked on.

“Cap’n...”

The destroyer was strangely enough, lucky. While it had suffered brutal punishment at the tentacles of the squid, at least it was still intact. That could not be said of the other destroyers. In fact, only it, an AEGIS, and a smattering of dolphins remained to defend the Korea. The Hornets had their hands full as they struggled to make this offensive fruitful, bombarding the slow moving dreadnoughts with all their might. The USS Korea began to retreat northward, while the destroyer, AEGIS, and dolphins desperately tried to hold the Soviets at bay, and the Hornets tried to salvage some success from the mission by plugging the Dreadnoughts full of explosives.

-Texas-

Houston, the capital of Texas, was a ghost town. The Russians would find almost no resistance there, except from the odd oldster who had overslept the evacuation. Thousands of paper slips would remain however, taunting the Russians, and making fun of their mothers.

The real resistance lay in San Antonio.

The Alamo.

Gen. Armand Domalewski stood over this ancient fort, smiling. His face held an odd grin, messy brown hair, and thin, black glasses. The original mission remained in the core of the facility, but it mainly stood as an inspirational symbol, as did the American flag near it. Michael’s stout, tall, and Caucasian (with a splotch of Spanish) body purveyed the mighty fortress that had been constructed around the Alamo. Power generators pumped electricity into a stunning array of Prism Towers, Airbases, (Loaded mainly with harriers, but also with one elite squadron of Black Eagles) Barracks’, War Factories, Patriot Batteries, supply infrastructure, and more. His floppy black hair shook in the dusty wind as he rode forth to the rim of the mighty fortress, astride his steed. As he passed by a group of soldiers, he noticed a team of engineers placing the final touches on the newest innovation of the US Military.

The Gap Generator.

Several were placed not only in this base, but all over San Antonio, and the state itself. This created several large gaps in the Soviet radar, thus ensuring that if the Soviets attempted to use nuclear weapons, they would have to hit every single gap in the state. Of course, military preparations would not go unnoticed in San Antonio, and the possibility of a strategic nuclear strike loomed over Armand’s head. He could only hope that the Soviets weren’t that desperate. Tactical nuclear strikes remained an even more likely possibility, but the placement of various gap generators around the city would increase the odds that the Soviets wouldn’t be willing to attack each one. Even if they did, chances were that it wouldn’t be the right place, giving the Americans ample warning.

Armand’s face turned into a mask of alertness as he heard some commotion at the front of the base. He urged his horse to go forward, and it did, arriving at the gates.

“Sir! It’s her!”

Armand looked over at a soldier yelling at him frantically.

“Who?”

The gates swung open, and a hard core, rag tag group of ferocious warriors marched in, led by...

“Tanya! Sir, it’s her!”

Confidently, this brunette marched towards Armand.

“You the one in charge her?”
“Yes, I am General Armand Domalewski, of the United States Military.”
“Tanya Lightheart, Commander of The Sons Of Liberty. Reporting for duty, sir. Now, send these photos up to Fox News. It’ll be good PR. Now, if you don’t mind general, my men would like some grub.”

She tossed him a disk, and gestured for her men to follow her into the mess hall.

“That’s the last of the reinforcements. Combined with draftees and regular army men, we have a force of about 500,000 sir.” said a military sergeant.
“The US military hasn’t had a single force that large since the last war...This time, the Alamo won’t fall. The war ends here.”
“But sir, the men...Many of them just came here for shelter. Will they fight?”
“Good point...Gather them all here.”

In the southern part of Texas, in the town of San Anton...

They shuffled in, tired, hungry, and confused. A medley of professional soldiers (250,000) and average men, women, and teenagers (250,000) from various parts of the south marched onto the dusty courtyard of the Alamo.

There’s a fortress all in ruin, that the weeds have overgrown...

General Armand sat on his horse, purveying the gigantic mass of people. They looked completely worthless, like the crumbled, weed ridden fortress itself.

“Can they do it?” he muttered. “Can they rise above their own selfish needs, and fight for what is right?”

You may look in vain for crosses, and you’ll never see a one...

“My fellow Americans. Let me be blunt. In exactly 26 hours, a Russian force numbering in the hundreds of thousands will come here, and our little attempts at deception will only slow them for so long.”

But sometime between the setting and the rising of the sun...

A frightened gasp erupted from the crowd. Children cried, as anxious mothers wished to calm them.

“These armies will come here, and they will gladly kill us all. These Communists have no mercy, they have no compassion. They fight for a mindless machine that is Communism, to merge us all into a society of chains and slavery.”

You can hear a ghostly bugle, as the men go marching by...

“But you can stop them. You can end their horrible purge. You are the only thing that stands between them and our country. We are the final fortress, we are the final stand. If the Alamo falls, nothing will stop the Russians from ravaging the heart of our country.”

You can hear them as they answer, to that roll call in the sky...
“On this very patch of land we stand on, in this very fortress, Colonel Travis, Davy Crockett, and 180 more men gave their lives in a battle against a bloodthirsty menace. And we fight for the same thing they did: our freedom.

Colonel Travis, Davy Crockett, and a hundred and eighty more...

“We are not like our enemy. We don’t fight for some delusion of a “motherland.” Americans don’t give a damn where you come from. All you need to be an American is to be a lover of freedom.

Captain Dickinson and Jim Bowie, present and accounted for...

“And that is what we fight for today. For the ability to raise our children how we want to, to worship how we want to, to live our lives how we want to! To follow God in any way we choose! To become prosperous through our own toil and sweat! To live life in any way we want to, without some bastard Communists telling us what to do!”

Back in 1836, Houston said to Travis...

“That is what George Washington and the Minutemen fought for when they revolted against the British crown!”

Get some volunteers and go, fortify the Alamo...

“That is what Woodrow Wilson and the army fought for when they marched on the fields of France against the Feudal empires!”

Well, the men came from Texas, and Ol’ Tennessee...

“That is what FDR and the Greatest Generation fought for when facing the first Red Menace! And that is what we must fight for! Will you fight for your freedom? For your children’s freedom? FOR FREEDOM ITSELF?!?”

And they joined up with Travis...

Armand’s horse paced back and forth as he looked the front row in the eye. He held out a stick to the ground, and formed a horizontal line as the horse galloped. He then stepped off the horse, and stood back.

“Will you let 250 years of freedom to go for naught? Will you let civilization to crumble under madness? Will you let evil itself march upon the plains of good, and squash the final beacon of freedom? Or will you fight? WILL YOU FIGHT WITH ME, FOR FREEDOM ITSELF?!?”

Silence.



A young, teenaged boy, quivering in his boots, slowly, slowly, slowly....crossed the line. And then a middle aged women with two kids did. And then a young man attending college.

And they all did.

Just to fight for the right to be free!
OOC: The civilians are obviously going to be less capable fighters, so let’s just say that they are basic level GIs (They have been and are being trained) and the professionals are higher than that.
-Somewhere off the Washington Coast-
“Hey, Albert, what’s up?”
“Zee shky, of corsh.”
“You know what I mean.”

Dubya slapped Albert on the back, as he entered Einstein’s lab. Engineers were in a frenzy, blue sparks flew out of multiple places, technology was created, and computers hummed in the laboratory’s central core. It was situated on a small island near Washington D.C., and it was the central hub for Chrono research.

“So Al, can you explain the tech behind this to me again?”
“Alright. You shee, it is built on a shimple principle. Time and shpace bind everyshing in a continuum, yesh? What zee Chrono technology doesh is that it appliessh shimulatneously incredibly high packets of energy at two locationshs, causing ripsh in the shpace time continuum. You then pop shomebody into one of theesh ripsh, and they come out zee other. However, to get through, you need shome short of protection, usually a vehicle can do. In addishun, I have a shingle prototype Chrono shuit. However, the technology eesh shtill in progresh. I wash working on it through private donationsh by Donald Trump, but we only managed to iron out zee theory. Now, we musht build a device.”
“But...Didn’t you teleport into my office?”
“That wash a primitive, shimple device that ushed a ton of energy, and only vorked once. We need to perfect a devishe capable of carrying large attack groupsh, and one that ishh energy efficient. If we made a full shcale device of the one I ushed to teleport into your offish, it would take up zee entire American power grid! Sho, ve continue to put theory into practice. I eshtimate that in about a month, ve vill be able to start the initial building.”
“Hmm...So you plan on making a device that can transport anything, anywhere? What do you call it?”
“Zee Chronosphere.”

-SuperMax Prison, Somewhere In Virginia-
She had tried everything. Absolutely, completely, f***ing everything. But it seemed like George W. Bush was one thing no other man was: unseducable. She hated him for it, for many reasons. Mainly, he schemes and machinations could not be achieved if she could not achieve control over him. And secondly, it bothered her intensely that she could not break him to her will, for that was unprecedented. Men and women had fallen to her charm, no matter how resistant. She had built her entire life upon her ability to manipulate others. But now...now she needed help.

So here she was. The powerful Condoleeza Rice, National Security Advisor, close confidante of the President...and visiting a prisoner.

“Well, at least it’s a general...”

She waved off the guard, and entered the darkened cell. A Soviet general, captured in a bout of sheer luck by Tanya during a raid, sat chained to the wall. He glared at her.

“General. First of all, you can speak freely. There are no bugs, and the cameras are disabled. Secondly, I want to know how I can contact your superiors. I know you’re not going to trust me, but listen. I can deliver Pearl Harbor to the Russians.”

-Germany-

The American General, Benito Sanchez, immediately transmitted the data to the US via a safe, electronic line. After that, he initiated his part of the offensive.

American Harriers screamed off of the runways in Hamburg, and half of America’s European aerial force flew towards the Spanish base. While the Spanish and Germans dueled over WMDs, the Americans unleashed a potent assault upon what they hoped was a much softer, yet more vital target: the Tesla Reactors.

-Center Of Libyan Attack-

The American Military was stunned. Absolutely stunned. On one hand, the Libyans had sent what was apparently the world’s weakest invasion force, with a mere handful of men. The American National Guard and civilian resistors (although few were left, with the majority of NG and CR in the Alamo) outnumbered and outgunned the Libyans, and began a campaign of total annihilation.

On the other hand, the naval situation was horrible. With only a few dolphins, destroyers, and Harriers handy, the coast guard could do little but whittle away the enemy force.

-World’s Oceans-

In general, the US navy is withdrawing into the United States. One carrier battle group will remain in the Indian Ocean (to support the Koreans) and one will remain in the Mediterranean, one in the South Pacific (Phillipines, Guam, etc). A significant naval group (although no carrier) will also defend the Panama canal. Otherwise, the American navy was withdrawing towards US shores to fend off the invasion...

-Pearl Harbor-
The American Harriers, and Black Eagles battled in the sky with the Russian MiGs and Kirovs. While they dueled, almost at stalemate, the New Zealand navy was almost completely destroyed. They had foolishly slammed into the central point of America’s naval defense, and the fact was that New Zealand was no match for the United States. If they had waited for the Russians, their chances may have been better, but as such, their hulls littered the ocean. All anti-air capabilities on the ships were active, and blasted the MiGs, while the American fighter planes began to draw South....

(NOTE: I know the numbers for the Alamo seem large, but this is the major stand of the United States. The three focal points of resistance you will meet are in Pearl, Texas, and Washington D.C. The rest will be fairly easy to conquer.)

Mariel-

The Soviet Admiral slammed his fist down onto the console and yelled "Motherf**ker! S**T!"

He swore for five minutes........then, he ordered: "Mariel's lost. We;ll wait until the Yanks are done, then, we'll attack them when they leave...."

His men said, "Sir, we're losing out...our subs and Squids have taken many hits....."

The Admiral yelled: "Do as I say, C***sucker!"

The crewman said, "Lenin's ghost!" and relayed the order to assume defensive positions outside the harbor mouth.

Florida Coast-

The Soviets moved in for the kill. Despite taking massive hits from the Hornets and remaining ships, the Dreads, Scorpions and remaining Squids began to give chase on the Korea, firing V3's, Flak, and anything they could at her and her escorts.

The Alamo-

The Soviet Commander, Colonel Korolev, smiled.

"These Yankees wanna play soldier? We'll play soldier," he thought. He loved their audacity- it made them more fun to eliminate.

He was concerned about the gaps in his radar though. He knew that his V3's were dependent on radar....if he couldn't hit anything, he was in trouble.

He decided to attack using conventional units. Good-old siege warfare would come into play.....

He began to stage a feint using his V3's and Flak to try and distract and support the assault. Kirovs and tanks would begin to attack using a short, concentrated assault on various parts of the Alamo to open holes in the fort's walls, and men would try to sneak up and enter the Alamo using these gaps. Barring that, satchel charges would be used.

Prison, Virginia-

The Soviet General scoffed. "You're kidding right? You are Condi Rice, the Vulcan, the Warrior Princess, the Sec. of State......how can I trust you?"

(OOC: Note UX, that I've also made a response to your actions on the previous page. Thanks.)

(OOC: Mamimi, leaped back up and blasted through the dust cloud kicked up by her impact. Her eyes glowed an unearthly blue glow as she streaked towards the Inquisitor. "Take THIS!" she shouted, "Ka me, ha me..." The screen whited out...)

IC:

Recon Patrol, Unggi:
As the Soviet infantry made a desperate counterattack against the Mirages, the skies overead began to darken. Lightning began to streak across the blackened sky and formed a perfect backdrop behind the pissed faces of Allied G.I.s and intense light beams from several Prism tanks that had been hiding in the false forest of Mirage tanks. As the infantry charged, intense beams from the Prisms ripped through the Soviet lines, while the Mirages simply advanced forward despite the hundreds of angry Conscripts. What could a few MGs and Grenades do afterall against a shifting force that would be trees one moment, and firing deadly rounds the next?

Of course, this was a bit of arrogance on the part of the Allied Commander. the V3 rockets that rained down reaked havoc on the lines of the unprotected Mirage tanks.

"Get some Rocketeers out here!!" shouted the lead tank commander...

Naval Patrol, Ch'ongjin:
The BE pilots were momentarily stunned by the sudden disply of blind courage of the Soviet pilots. Many of the less experienced BE pilots were caught off guard, and were subsequently shot down. Of nearly 300 BEs, at least 50 were counted as shot down. However, the continued barrage of the AEGIS cruisers along with the protection of the many Dolphins that guarded them made for a gauntlet of AAA fire in the skies over the small city of Ch'ongjin...

Unggi-

The Soviets were nearly caught in a trap. The commander ordered his Rhinos and V3 Missiles to attack the Mirages and Prism tanks tearing his men up.

Meanwhile, the men turned against the G.I.'s. They began to fire at them, with great fury and anger.

Of course.....they didn't know what was gonna happen next.

Chongjin-

The MiG's soon were hit by the tide of AA fire, and 30-49 went down...still, they continued their suicide run, they were in a s**tty position, and they would go down in a blaze of glory.

(OOC: Umm, one question before I respond, what exactly do you think is going to happen next?)

(OOC: Umm, one question before I respond, what exactly do you think is going to happen next?)

OOC: You mentioned something about ordering Rocketeers. Not that that is known IC.

OOC: You mentioned something about ordering Rocketeers. Not that that is known IC.

(OOC: Alright, good.)

IC:

Recon Patrol, Unggi:

As the V3s rained down, a large group of rocketeers came from behind a real forest nearby, totaling 100 in all. It wasn't much, but the hope was that the Prisms would knock out most of the AAA in the area, especially the Flaktracks.
It didn't look like that was going to go so well however, as the V3s found their mark. Out of 400 some odd Prism tanks 100 were destroyed in the initial onslaught. The Rocketeers were redirected to attack the incoming V3s rather than the Soviet Conscripts below.

Naval Patrol, Ch'ongjin:

The kamikazee style counter attack wsa finally beginning to seriously affect the attacking naval forces. There were simply too many MiGs falling towards them. Five of the AEGIS Cruisers were seriously damaged, and had to pull back. The BEs conitinued to fire missiles against the crazy MiG pilots, and reloaded from the carriers nearby.

(OOC: Alright, good.)

IC:

Recon Patrol, Unggi:

As the V3s rained down, a large group of rocketeers came from behind a real forest nearby, totaling 100 in all. It wasn't much, but the hope was that the Prisms would knock out most of the AAA in the area, especially the Flaktracks.
It didn't look like that was going to go so well however, as the V3s found their mark. Out of 400 some odd Prism tanks 100 were destroyed in the initial onslaught. The Rocketeers were redirected to attack the incoming V3s rather than the Soviet Conscripts below.

Naval Patrol, Ch'ongjin:

The kamikazee style counter attack wsa finally beginning to seriously affect the attacking naval forces. There were simply too many MiGs falling towards them. Five of the AEGIS Cruisers were seriously damaged, and had to pull back. The BEs conitinued to fire missiles against the crazy MiG pilots, and reloaded from the carriers nearby.

Recon Patrol, Unggi:

The Flak Tracks poured fire onto the Rocketeers as the V3's began scattering, covered by teams of Flak Gunners.

The Rhinos divided and began to attack the Prism Tanks, whose ranks had been thinned by the V3 attack, and the Mirage Tanks. The Conscripts took on the G.I.'s swarming them and attacking them with rifle fire, and grenades.

Naval Patrol, Ch'ongjin:

The MiG's continued their deathmarch, running towards the carriers and kicking their afterburners into overdrive, ignoring the BE's as they surged forward.

Recon Patrol, Unggi:

The Flak Tracks poured fire onto the Rocketeers as the V3's began scattering, covered by teams of Flak Gunners.

The Rhinos divided and began to attack the Prism Tanks, whose ranks had been thinned by the V3 attack, and the Mirage Tanks. The Conscripts took on the G.I.'s swarming them and attacking them with rifle fire, and grenades.

Naval Patrol, Ch'ongjin:

The MiG's continued their deathmarch, running towards the carriers and kicking their afterburners into overdrive, ignoring the BE's as they surged forward.

Recon Patrol, Unggi:

As the Rhinos began their charge, the sounds of the Nighthawks could be heard. Reinforcments were on the way! In minutes, they arrived and disgorged their cargo. From the sides poured hundreds of Navy Seals coming to back up the G.I.s against the on coming Conscripts. They were far better trained than the G.I.s, and they quickly emptied their clips at the rushing hoard. The G.I.s hunkered down and deployed their machine guns.

The commanders of the surviving Prism tanks, badly damaged from the V3 attack were glad to see that the Nighthawks also dropped off a number of engineers who entered a few of the IFVs in the area. The repair arms deployed and the engineers got to work. It would be a while before the complex systems of the Prisms were adequately repaired for battle however. For now, the Prisms were out of the fight.

The Rocketeers that were supposed to come to the rescue found themselves in need of it themselves. Many of them pulled out, and landed aboard the Nighthawks hovering overhead behind the front line to be taken away and to have their packs repaired as well as have their chain guns reloaded.

The surviving Mirage tanks were directed to concentrate their fire upon the Flaktracks and Flak Troops. Hopefully, they could destroy them and hold the rest of the force back until the Rocketeers and Prisms were repaired.

The Mirage tanks, and combination of the SEALS and G.I.s were the only units deployed on the front for now. They would not hold for very long against the incoming Rhinos, however, under the radio chatter, a call for additional air and fire support was made.

In the distance, a loud thundering of cannons was heard...

Naval Patrol, Ch'ongjin:

The MiGs seemed to completely disregard the missiles that were being fired against them...

{How much more noobish can you get?!} thought Kyung as she fired a salvo.

The fact that the MiGs did not even try to DODGE the missiles would have dire consequences for the would be imitation "Divine Wind" attack of the Soviet pilots...

While they gunned their throttles, a surge of AAA fire from the carriers and a wall of locked on missiles streaked towards them from directly ahead.

Recon Patrol, Unggi:

As the Rhinos began their charge, the sounds of the Nighthawks could be heard. Reinforcments were on the way! In minutes, they arrived and disgorged their cargo. From the sides poured hundreds of Navy Seals coming to back up the G.I.s against the on coming Conscripts. They were far better trained than the G.I.s, and they quickly emptied their clips at the rushing hoard. The G.I.s hunkered down and deployed their machine guns.

The commanders of the surviving Prism tanks, badly damaged from the V3 attack were glad to see that the Nighthawks also dropped off a number of engineers who entered a few of the IFVs in the area. The repair arms deployed and the engineers got to work. It would be a while before the complex systems of the Prisms were adequately repaired for battle however. For now, the Prisms were out of the fight.

The Rocketeers that were supposed to come to the rescue found themselves in need of it themselves. Many of them pulled out, and landed aboard the Nighthawks hovering overhead behind the front line to be taken away and to have their packs repaired as well as have their chain guns reloaded.

The surviving Mirage tanks were directed to concentrate their fire upon the Flaktracks and Flak Troops. Hopefully, they could destroy them and hold the rest of the force back until the Rocketeers and Prisms were repaired.

The Mirage tanks, and combination of the SEALS and G.I.s were the only units deployed on the front for now. They would not hold for very long against the incoming Rhinos, however, under the radio chatter, a call for additional air and fire support was made.

In the distance, a loud thundering of cannons was heard...

Naval Patrol, Ch'ongjin:

The MiGs seemed to completely disregard the missiles that were being fired against them...

{How much more noobish can you get?!} thought Kyung as she fired a salvo.

The fact that the MiGs did not even try to DODGE the missiles would have dire consequences for the would be imitation "Divine Wind" attack of the Soviet pilots...

While they gunned their throttles, a surge of AAA fire from the carriers and a wall of locked on missiles streaked towards them from directly ahead.

Recon Patrol, Unggi:

The horde ignored the fact it was taking hits from both SEAL's and G.I.'s and simply ran forward, pouring rifle fire and grenades at both troops.

The Rhino force assaulting the Mirages continued to attack them, positioning themselves between the Flak Gunners and Tracks, and the Rhino force attacking the Prisms turned to the IFV's.

The Flak Gunners and Tracks turned to patrol the skies, filling the skies with black clouds and targeting the Nighthawks and Rocketeers. Two platoons of Flak Gunners also ran from the main party, and began aiding their comrades in hunting the G.I.'s and SEALS.

The thundering was noticed by the commander, and he ordered up more air support.....6 wings of MiG's were soon put on standby, the moment artillery hit.

Naval Patrol, Ch'ongjin:

The MiG's knew they were flying in a cloud of death, but pride just kept them going. They wanted to go out with a bang...though they did duck and weave and go into limited evasive manuevers (including chaff) to try and avoid the missiles as they went on the warpath.

Recon Patrol, Unggi:

The horde ignored the fact it was taking hits from both SEAL's and G.I.'s and simply ran forward, pouring rifle fire and grenades at both troops.

The Rhino force assaulting the Mirages continued to attack them, positioning themselves between the Flak Gunners and Tracks, and the Rhino force attacking the Prisms turned to the IFV's.

The Flak Gunners and Tracks turned to patrol the skies, filling the skies with black clouds and targeting the Nighthawks and Rocketeers. Two platoons of Flak Gunners also ran from the main party, and began aiding their comrades in hunting the G.I.'s and SEALS.

The thundering was noticed by the commander, and he ordered up more air support.....6 wings of MiG's were soon put on standby, the moment artillery hit.

Naval Patrol, Ch'ongjin:

The MiG's knew they were flying in a cloud of death, but pride just kept them going. They wanted to go out with a bang...though they did duck and weave and go into limited evasive manuevers (including chaff) to try and avoid the missiles as they went on the warpath.

Recon Patrol, Unggi:

Though the Conscripts continued to charge headlong into the fire, the SEALs and G.I.s were not so stupid. They quickly turned and ran for cover amongst the wrecked tank hulls. Still firing however back at the hoard. At that moment, the artillery fire from the Grand Cannons hit their mark. Huge craters were blown out of the ground. The new high explosive rounds were digging craters some 10 to 20 feet deep...right in between the Conscipts and retreating infantry. It was a risky move to try and divert the wave of soldiers with artillery so close to friendly forces, and quite a few G.I.s paid the price, however, the intended effect had been achieved. There was now a huge trench between the Soviets and the retreating Allies that also partially surrounded the Soviet forces, especially the tanks. The shells continued to rain down.

The few Nighthawks that were hit took only glancing blows. They were already on their way out the moment the Rocketeers landed , before the Flack arrived, and the primitive Flack was nowhere near accurate enough to hit them well.

The the same few moments, the remaining forest that was behind the Soviets seemed to flicker for an instant, however, no tanks appeared. In all the intensity, it was hard even for the Allied forces to tell whether or not they were indeed more reinforcements, or was all the dirt finally getting to their eyes...


Naval Patrol, Ch'ongjin:

(OOC: You're kind of going to have to RP the losses of the MiGs, or else, all I can do is RP the Ships still firing. I can't RP any losses if you don't say that the MiGs hit after all!)

IC:

THe AAA continued to pour out from the decks of the Carriers, and missiles continued to come wave after wave against the MiGs. By now, nearly all of the available Hornets had been launched. There were now about 600+ aircraft firing simultaneously against the incoming aircraft. Because they were all V/TOL aircraft, they were able to simply sit in mid air pumping rounds and firing additional heat-seekers at the insane MiGs...

"Watch those noobs burn!" shouted Kyung with a certain tone of excitment and enjoyment over the radio while she fired off another four salvos of missiles before returning to the deck of the carrier below her.

The scene was the same. Jets were lifting off vertically, right off the decks of the carriers and firing at the MiGs all the way up until they reached a general altitude, offloaded all their ordanance and ammo and slowly set down again on the decks right below them for the deck crew scrurrying about on the carrier to reload. Jets were lifting off just as others were coming down. There was now end to the gun fire, nor order in the pace of the takeoffs and landings.

ooc: Uh, UX- what about the Eastern Front?

ooc: Uh, UX- what about the Eastern Front?

OOC: I'll do that. Gotta finish with Kyanges.....care to intervene in my civil war?

OOC: I'll do that. Gotta finish with Kyanges.....care to intervene in my civil war?

ooc: yes, as East Canada

Recon Patrol, Unggi:

Though the Conscripts continued to charge headlong into the fire, the SEALs and G.I.s were not so stupid. They quickly turned and ran for cover amongst the wrecked tank hulls. Still firing however back at the hoard. At that moment, the artillery fire from the Grand Cannons hit their mark. Huge craters were blown out of the ground. The new high explosive rounds were digging craters some 10 to 20 feet deep...right in between the Conscipts and retreating infantry. It was a risky move to try and divert the wave of soldiers with artillery so close to friendly forces, and quite a few G.I.s paid the price, however, the intended effect had been achieved. There was now a huge trench between the Soviets and the retreating Allies that also partially surrounded the Soviet forces, especially the tanks. The shells continued to rain down.

The few Nighthawks that were hit took only glancing blows. They were already on their way out the moment the Rocketeers landed , before the Flack arrived, and the primitive Flack was nowhere near accurate enough to hit them well.

The the same few moments, the remaining forest that was behind the Soviets seemed to flicker for an instant, however, no tanks appeared. In all the intensity, it was hard even for the Allied forces to tell whether or not they were indeed more reinforcements, or was all the dirt finally getting to their eyes...


Naval Patrol, Ch'ongjin:

(OOC: You're kind of going to have to RP the losses of the MiGs, or else, all I can do is RP the Ships still firing. I can't RP any losses if you don't say that the MiGs hit after all!)

IC:

THe AAA continued to pour out from the decks of the Carriers, and missiles continued to come wave after wave against the MiGs. By now, nearly all of the available Hornets had been launched. There were now about 600+ aircraft firing simultaneously against the incoming aircraft. Because they were all V/TOL aircraft, they were able to simply sit in mid air pumping rounds and firing additional heat-seekers at the insane MiGs...

"Watch those noobs burn!" shouted Kyung with a certain tone of excitment and enjoyment over the radio while she fired off another four salvos of missiles before returning to the deck of the carrier below her.

The scene was the same. Jets were lifting off vertically, right off the decks of the carriers and firing at the MiGs all the way up until they reached a general altitude, offloaded all their ordanance and ammo and slowly set down again on the decks right below them for the deck crew scrurrying about on the carrier to reload. Jets were lifting off just as others were coming down. There was now end to the gun fire, nor order in the pace of the takeoffs and landings.

Naval Patrol, Ch'ongjin:

The MiG's had been thinned to 400-600, less, having lost 100. They continued to charge....performing evasive manuevers and deploying chaff to try and evade the enemy. 50 were lost before the group fired missiles at the aircraft and at the carriers.

Recon Patrol, Unggi:

The Soviets began to fall back and consolidate, pouring fire at the Allies all the while. On command, the 6 MiG wings on standby took off, and flew to try and hit the Cannons, which were firing manically at them.

The consolidated Soviets began throwing up V3's and shells at the enemy, while the infantry began to entrench, leaping into the massive craters formed by the blasts. By now, a third of the Conscript infantry and 50-100 tanks were reduced to little bits.

ooc: yes, as East Canada

OOC: k.

IC:

Eastern Front:

Tukachevsky began moving quickly to try and encircle Von Papen...again. He rushed his men furiously forward, splitting them into two groups, and leapfroggin from town to town, highway to highway, loading his men on Flak Tracks and on top of Rhinos to get them moving. All the while, he harrassed them with shells, V3's, and air attacks with his remaining Kirovs and MiG's.

He could not let them get to Berlin.

Naval Patrol, Ch'ongjin:

The MiG's had been thinned to 400-600, less, having lost 100. They continued to charge....performing evasive manuevers and deploying chaff to try and evade the enemy. 50 were lost before the group fired missiles at the aircraft and at the carriers.

Recon Patrol, Unggi:

The Soviets began to fall back and consolidate, pouring fire at the Allies all the while. On command, the 6 MiG wings on standby took off, and flew to try and hit the Cannons, which were firing manically at them.

The consolidated Soviets began throwing up V3's and shells at the enemy, while the infantry began to entrench, leaping into the massive craters formed by the blasts. By now, a third of the Conscript infantry and 50-100 tanks were reduced to little bits.

(OOC: This is my last post for a bit tonight.)

IC:

Recon Patrol, Unggi:

The early warning radar of the Grand Cannon station detected the MiGs that took off and readied its AAA battery of Patriots. A large unit of IFVs was also dispatched to try and thin out the ranks before they made it. The call for air support resulted in the launch of Korea's own wings of BEs. Only 3 wings were available in the area, but if recent experience were any guide, it would be more than enough.

While the jets were coming, the cannons continued to fire.

By now, the Prisms were ready and restarted their offensive. Because their range was far greater than that of the Rhinos, they were able to engage them with serious risk of being hit in return, Also because the Rhinos had positioned themselves in between the Flak Tracks and Flak troopers, the shot that struck the tanks also bounced off and struck the nearby Tracks and Troops.


Naval Patrol, Ch'ongjin:

The AAA on the carriers tried desperately to hit the on coming missiles, but to no avail. The sky was simply too full of target to hit. A few Hornets flew straight into a few missiles in a heroic attempt to minimize the impending damage of the missiles, however, the few that did make it through the AAA screen caused devestating damage. The decks of the carriers closest to the front were set ablaze. Damagae control teams rushed out to combat the flames. One of the carriers was hit low and began to take on water. The damage was not great enough to ensure it would sink, however, it was at 0% combat effectivness, and was forced to retreat. One of the five remaining AEGIS cruisers escorted it.

ooc: Sevaris, too lazy to log in

IC:

Von Papen's group was taking a beating. However, they continued their manic rush to Berlin, despite incredible losses. The great push continued, stopping only to navigate around the wrecks of destroyed tanks and vehicles.

Meanwhile, the German forces in the countryside, light as they were, sprang into action. Every now and then small groups of Infantry and Rocket IFVs or Grizzlies would pop out and fire, then scattering.

Patriot batteries were also scattered throughout, hastily erected to stall the Soviets.

BERLIN
The city was desolated, almost completely dead. German soldiers and vehicles were running around, taking up positions on the streets to await the inevitable Soviet attack.

Prism Towers, Patriot batteries, and Pillboxes could be seen all over the city- in parks, in streets, even at the Reichstag itself. Berlin was turning into an impenetrable fortress- waiting for the Soviets to hurl themselves against the city.

OOC: Sorry, Armandian, didn't notice (too big a post, got bored)
IC: The MiGs streaked off from Flensburg. Flak guns all over the Spanish base released the flak into them, as newly constructed Apocalypse tanks positioned around the Tesla reactors fired into the air. Anti-aircraft ships (can't remember the name) off the coast fired flak at the Harriers, firing full bursts into the air. Flak men on the ground contributed to the defense, firing as their launchers reloaded. A nuclear reactor began running as far away as possible from the base, powering the base.

(OOC: This is my last post for a bit tonight.)

IC:

Recon Patrol, Unggi:

The early warning radar of the Grand Cannon station detected the MiGs that took off and readied its AAA battery of Patriots. A large unit of IFVs was also dispatched to try and thin out the ranks before they made it. The call for air support resulted in the launch of Korea's own wings of BEs. Only 3 wings were available in the area, but if recent experience were any guide, it would be more than enough.

While the jets were coming, the cannons continued to fire.

By now, the Prisms were ready and restarted their offensive. Because their range was far greater than that of the Rhinos, they were able to engage them with serious risk of being hit in return, Also because the Rhinos had positioned themselves in between the Flak Tracks and Flak troopers, the shot that struck the tanks also bounced off and struck the nearby Tracks and Troops.


Naval Patrol, Ch'ongjin:

The AAA on the carriers tried desperately to hit the on coming missiles, but to no avail. The sky was simply too full of target to hit. A few Hornets flew straight into a few missiles in a heroic attempt to minimize the impending damage of the missiles, however, the few that did make it through the AAA screen caused devestating damage. The decks of the carriers closest to the front were set ablaze. Damagae control teams rushed out to combat the flames. One of the carriers was hit low and began to take on water. The damage was not great enough to ensure it would sink, however, it was at 0% combat effectivness, and was forced to retreat. One of the five remaining AEGIS cruisers escorted it.

Recon Patrol, Unggi:

The MiG's decided to move in evasive manuevers to duck and avoid the missiles. Half went to engage the IFV's first, the other half went after the BE's, hoping to score some kills using heat-seekers. They radioed for help, seeing the extra support though....

The tanks and tracks moved out of the trench, hoping to avoid giving their own men an unfortunate surprise with every hit. Those demon Prism guns.....

Meanwhile, the infantry and the whole of the army were now pinned. The commander on the ground radioed for air support; if he didn't get some, he would be dead. His V3's were firing back at the enemy furiously, though it would take a miracle to get those shots to hit.

[B]In Siberia[B]

The Soviet Air Force soon mobilized 6 more wings of MiG's and 5 more wings of Kirov's. These Koreans were sure hard to break, and the factories and armories were busy fixing all the damage they did, making new planes, and training new pilots.

They soon moved towards Unggi with great haste. Three Kirov wings and two MiG wings were hoping to pound the Prisms and relieve their comrades, the rest hoped to reinforce their comrades at the Cannons.....

Naval Patrol, Ch'ongjin:

The rest of the MiG's, satisfied at their results, moved to finish the job. Half of of the remaining MiG's slammed themselves into the carrier group, the other half flew low and tried to hit the AEGIS Crusiers at the waterline, with their planes as weapons.

(OOC: Before a response is made, please tell, OOC'ly of course, just how many units, wings, or whatever you still have available to throw around at the tiny nation of Korea, while still having enough forces to wave all your other attackers on the west. It seems that every time that I make an advance, you pull up another couple wings of fighters and what not.)

(OOC: Before a response is made, please tell, OOC'ly of course, just how many units, wings, or whatever you still have available to throw around at the tiny nation of Korea, while still having enough forces to wave all your other attackers on the west. It seems that every time that I make an advance, you pull up another couple wings of fighters and what not.)

OOC:

I estimate at least probably 100-200, probably more, wings left, I am not quite sure how to estimate this. I did indicate I was having to make new MiGs and Kirovs to fix the mess that was made. I do recognize that I am spread out all over the place, but I do have plenty of resources left....

Bumpage

Recon Patrol, Unggi:

The MiG's decided to move in evasive manuevers to duck and avoid the missiles. Half went to engage the IFV's first, the other half went after the BE's, hoping to score some kills using heat-seekers. They radioed for help, seeing the extra support though....

The tanks and tracks moved out of the trench, hoping to avoid giving their own men an unfortunate surprise with every hit. Those demon Prism guns.....

Meanwhile, the infantry and the whole of the army were now pinned. The commander on the ground radioed for air support; if he didn't get some, he would be dead. His V3's were firing back at the enemy furiously, though it would take a miracle to get those shots to hit.

In Siberia[B]

The Soviet Air Force soon mobilized 6 more wings of MiG's and 5 more wings of Kirov's. These Koreans were sure hard to break, and the factories and armories were busy fixing all the damage they did, making new planes, and training new pilots.

They soon moved towards Unggi with great haste. Three Kirov wings and two MiG wings were hoping to pound the Prisms and relieve their comrades, the rest hoped to reinforce their comrades at the Cannons.....

[B]Naval Patrol, Ch'ongjin:

The rest of the MiG's, satisfied at their results, moved to finish the job. Half of of the remaining MiG's slammed themselves into the carrier group, the other half flew low and tried to hit the AEGIS Crusiers at the waterline, with their planes as weapons.


To all:

"Damn kamakazi runs!" Shouted commander Hyung in his bunker.

"Sir!"

What is it?!"

"It seems like you're trying to revive a very dead thread sir."

"Sure seems that way eh?"

"Uh, yes, sir."

"Well then...launch that attack."

"*Gasp* You...don't...mean, that one, do you sir?"

"You bet your ass I do!"

"Yes...sir..."

The entire thread exploded, and ejected the players to the 152nd dimension where they were all eaten by the giant soup creatures on Tanvan 4.

(Heh, I felt it needed some sort of closure. If there was anyone who even remembers this thread, well, now you know how it all began. And ended. Again.)