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Macabee Position:
We will only attend peacetalks should The Parthians agree to said talks. We will not join the table of discussion if otherwise. Furthemore, they do not support the notion of peace this early as it seems that the odds of war have turned to our favor and letting this go could be disastrous. Therefore, we do not agree to any cease-fire and if one is signed the Macabee task force may indeed ignore the cease-fire and continue with hostilities. Our position may change in the near future as the events concerning the Melgarian War unfold and we appear more literate on the situation.

However, more pertinant is that the Macabees stresses to Nivenka to withdrawl the ship to a position farther away from the Macabee primary anti-submarine warfare perimeter or enemy missiles directed for Macabee ships may confuse the Amethyst Indefatigable and Indomidable for a Manstein class Destroyer. The safest would be a fifty kilometer gap, although the Macabees would clear the one hundred kilometer mark for extra protectionary measures. Furthermore, anything taken as hostile by your ships, including moving those turrets one inch will be taken as such, and your ships will be fired upon. We give you this advanced warning.

[signed]Jonach I

Torchwkia are you talking to me about your guards? If so can they catch missiles and artillery shells from 4 fleets? No they can't. So they are just cannon fodder until we land.


Torchwkia? Also, those guards are firmly entrenched, FYI.

"We proclaim a stance similar to The Macabees, unless Malgeria agree's to the said talks, we will not attend the able. We are not so ready to give up like cowards. We will continue this war to the bitter end to protect our allies, and we wont pull out untill Malgeria is safe from all threats."


The recently promoted Grand Admiral of the Tocrowkian navy, Jennifer Swan

OOC: Sorry for your name. ANd did I see a RP where your soldiers GOT to the beach? Or that they DUG trenches? No. No I didn't.

"We take the same stance as the Macabees and Tocrowkia. Although if more than 7 people agree to meet on HMS Amethyst we will send a soldier to attend peace talks."

Off the coast of Northern Malgeria
The 4 Armed fleets moved from a box formation to a tight attack formation. The INFoM (Imperial Navy Fleets of Maldaathi) planned to shell the coast and remove 70% of hostiles before doing a shore landing and advancing the coast. The 4 Fleets loaded their missiles...

OOC: The Parthians, you missed my RP of our naval battle: http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=8303503&postcount=182

ooc: my nationality is "Pwnage"

Admiral Chen phoned the Great Leader:

"Some 3rd Party wants peace talks."

"What the fuck? Tell them to go fuck themselves."

"We should end this before more people die."

"Alright, fine, fine damnit, but only if all hostile parties agree to meet on the ships."

"Alrighty."

Admiral Chen Ziangzhen to the Nivenkans

"If you can get everyone else to the negotiation table, the government of MassPwnage will send someone to attend."

Le Marist a few things.
1. How do you know my fleet is in the north?
2. By the time you get there my fleet would have moved and my forces disembarked and mobilized.
3. You have 7 posts how do you have 6 fleets?
4. You have a 280 million defence budjet so on second thought my fleet will stay because your fleets will be in VERY POOR condition due to little to no upkeep.

Thanks for listening to my complaints

ooc: The fleet does not know yours is in the north. After joining the Islamic Alliance, le Marist realized that the northern shore is almost completely open. With forces all throughout the south, stretching far to the east and west, this wouldn't be a completely illogical move for a general become leader of the people. Two is now no longer a point as you are RPing your mobilization. Post count is meaningless. My nation is a bit older than my post count would suggested. Furthermore, the disputed territories part of my name is essential. Jean-Jacque le Marist grew up in a war...its not until recent years that he took command and stabilized things. These fleets were built up from those used during the war. They are in moderate condition after all these refits. And sorry everyone for taking up so much space.

IC: As the fleet closed on the northern shore, ships at last came into view. Commadore Peletier paced the bridge pensively, hands clasped behind his back. With a soft sigh he called out to a nearby ensign, "Do we have a positive I.D. on the ships yet?" "Not yet, sir." "Continue towards the island at full speed. Yellow alert."

With the command an alarm klaxxon sounded and the lights in the bridge dimmed slightly, a yellow hue taking the room. Outside, the main heavy artillery units groaned to life, the droning hum of the turrets turning audible even meters away and behind inches of metal. This would be the first time le Marist's naval forces would be active in years.

ooc: Anyway.... don't you think my stealth technology would keep up with current detection technologies? Anyway....

"We got fighters."

The stealth bombers pulled out spraying a cloud of chaff and short blast radius EMP rockets into the midst of the Macabee fighters and missile cloud. On the planes themselves, the Bugzapper self defense lasers took out quite a few missiles. Only one stealth bomber went down, and the pilot managed to eject in time.

Meanwhile, the ASF-06 Coral Dragons moved up, firing a huge amount of Phoenix III Missiles into the Macabee fighters.

Surface side fleet, the reinforcements:

The Zheng He class Uberbattleships got within range, then leveled their guns at the Macabee fleet. These guns however, weren't normal ETC guns, or Railguns. No, they were something much, much more. Inside each turret, a laser blew apart a bead of detrium. Then, there was a massive expansion in volume as the deutrium underwent fusion, the resulting expansion pushed out a 36 inch shell to around 10km a second. 12 such shells flew out from each Uberbattleship, heading towards the Macabee fleet with lethal precision, as well as 8 inch railgun slugs from the Battlecarriers. Meanwhile, the 8 arsenal ships opened up, firing all their missiles at once, then retreating to the fleet train for more ammo (ooc: A total of 83808 missiles from all 8 arsenal ships).

The cruisers then fired a barrage of 70 Saturn V Minis and 25 enemy radar jammers missiles each at the Macabee fleet. Things were about to get violent...

OoC: MassPwnage I see your tech and number wanking again...

Do I need to explain again why lasers on aircraft don't work?

Do I need to explain that those 83808 missiles are never EVER going to fit into the same airspace let alone have the correct guidance to hit their targets while avoiding every other missile.

Do I need to explain that 12 36' inch shells exploding from your warship will rip your ship apart?(even the Djounin(sp) only have 28 inch shells and that was the maximum she could handle otherwise she'd shake and break apart, counting that she had to replace her barrels after several dozen shots)

ooc: Anyway.... don't you think my stealth technology would keep up with current detection technologies? Anyway.... Also, don't forget to IM me if you want to yell at me for bad use of technology.

"We got fighters."

The stealth bombers pulled out spraying a cloud of chaff and short blast radius EMP rockets into the midst of the Macabee fighters and missile cloud. On the planes themselves, the Bugzapper self defense lasers took out quite a few missiles. Only one stealth bomber went down, and the pilot managed to eject in time.

Meanwhile, the ASF-06 Coral Dragons moved up, firing a huge amount of Phoenix III Missiles into the Macabee fighters.

Surface side fleet, the reinforcements:

The Zheng He class Uberbattleships got within range, then leveled their guns at the Macabee fleet. These guns however, weren't normal ETC guns, or Railguns. No, they were something much, much more. Inside each turret, a laser blew apart a bead of detrium. Then, there was a massive expansion in volume as the deutrium underwent fusion, the resulting expansion pushed out a 36 inch shell to around 10km a second. 8 such shells flew out from each Uberbattleship, heading towards the Macabee fleet with lethal precision, as well as 8 inch railgun slugs from the Battlecarriers. Meanwhile, the 8 arsenal ships opened up, firing all their missiles at once, then retreating to the fleet train for more ammo (ooc: A total of 83808 missiles, spread out wide, from all 8 arsenal ships).

The cruisers then fired a barrage of 70 Saturn V Minis and 25 enemy radar instrumentation jammer missiles each at the Macabee fleet. Things were about to get violent...

On uber and battlecarriers, planes took off, hundreds upon hundreds of planes. The same ratio as before took off from the battlecarriers: 200 ASF-06 Coral Dragon Fighters, 100 ASF-04 Valkyries, 20 G80 Gunships outfitted for naval warfare use, 80 ASF-05 Eagle Drone Fighters equipped for instrumentation and electronics jamming, 100 ASF-05 Eagle Drone Fighters Meanwhile, from the ubercarrier, a good 50 G80s took off, as well as 600 ASF-06s, 350 ASF-04s, 100 Jammer ASF-05s, and 100 fighter ASF-05s. The G80s, escorted by the jammers, got into range and then began to drop thick sheaf
of Supercavitating torpedos into the water. Meanwhile, the fighters fired 1-2 low radar, low infrared signature anti-ship missiles at the Macabee fleet, then pulled off to a standoff distance with the Macabee fleet.

The Fighter ASF-05s entered near the Parthian airbattle....

ooc: Dumpsterdam fuck off, I don't want to hear your complaints.

ooc: Dumpsterdam fuck off, I don't want to hear your complaints.

OoC: Hey, atleast you can stay polite. And if don't like what I have to say, there's this handy feature called "ignore"; use it.

And slay them wherever ye find them, and drive them out of the places whence they drove you out, for persecution is worse than slaughter. And fight not with them at the Inviolable Place of Worship until they first attack you there, but if they attack you, then slay them. Such is the reward of disbelievers.

Sura 2:190

Across the northern and western coasts of the island, clouds of flame reached heavenward as the soulless infidels scorched the land. Black smoke rose from the once proud shore guns, leftovers from decades ago when the monarchy had found itself a pinnacle of influence in the western world, and the subject of scorn from her subjects and the Islamic World.

Though the guns had been put to use in the service of the believers, seeing them burn still seemed to lift the spirit slightly, as if the last chains of the last memories of oppression were being broken, strangley enough by the hands of the enemy.

And so the Mujahideen looked to heaven to find a rain of fire from Hell. The explosives peppered the coast, laying waste to dated radar facilities and surface to air missile batteries. Fire exploded over the city of Kzir, and the smaller coatal city of Ad-Nazar. Flames flooded through the streets, and scorched humans and stray dogs alike ran about baking in a coat of searing heat.

Statement from the Government of the Holy Islamic Republic of Malgeria:

The Holy Islamic Republic, enlightened and guided by Allah, has decided to send a representative to your talks aboard the foreign vessel, so that our position may be heard and noted.

Sheikh Muhammad Abdul-Aziz,
Advisor to Ayatollah Abdul-Bari

ooc: Are the Macabees attacking that south eastern island? sorry, can't find the map. If that's the one, al-Sabar had dumped about 100,000 troops there early on.

Open Telegram to the Nations of Partha and Malgaria

"Twenty Minutes ago I recieved word that HMS's Amethyst Indefatigable and Indomidable arived as close to the war zone as they could whilst remaining in international waters and beyond some close scrutiny by several large warships of the Macabee Navy have remained unmolested. The Captain of the Amethyst has informed me that he has finished preperations for holding a sumit whilst aboard and awaits orders. I beseach all parties in this war to please consider returning to the negotiation table before the losses become too large to consider. I humbly await your responses to this telegram.

Kindest regards,
HRH Tomas de Niven, King of Nivenka"



Caliph Abu of the Islamic al-nasr Khilafah of Abu Arabia's Statement response:

I Caliph Abu, aware now to this proposal, and a brother in faith and arms of The Islamic Republic of Malgeria, is also willing to send a representative aboard the foreign vessel, if it is seen as neccesary.

It must be made aware however, that all hostilities against The Islamic Republic of Malgeria and fellow Islamic states who have come to their aid must cease at once before talks can be held.

Caliph Abu of the Islamic al-nasr Khilafah of Abu Arabia

The planes flew from Kabaheen carriers like bees from a hive, their number seeming to make the entire sky shimmer with the heat of their engines. Plane after plane took to the air, the sword of al-Kabah emblazened proudly on each wing, each locking on one of the many planes soaring through the air. They closed the distance quickly, fresh planes and pilots, 150 in number, letting loose a wall of rockets and hot lead soaring towards the enemy fighters. They immediately broke formation, performing evasive manuveurs to tear away from the enemy, before unleashing another viscious barrage from their 20mm guns.

Statement from the Kabaheen Government

The Constitutional Monarchy of al-Kabah will abide by the wishes of Malgeria in terms of peacetalks, should hostilities cease against Malgeria and her allies.

[OOC: I fired four missiles per Stealth Bomber and three missiles for the other bombers. In all reality every single one of those bombers should be destroyed. Moreover, I EMP harden all of my technology as I explained over AIM, or at least suggested with my comment, "Doesn't anybody EMP harden here?". As for stealth technology, that just means adding curves to your planes so the RADAR signals bounce off, so it's impossible to "stay with the current trend of technology" because you can't curve it anymore - and the fiberoptics and RAM don't work simply put. The bugzappers are close range technology, just like CIWS, I doubt they could deal with four and three missiles especially since there's no technology within the 2050 range that can deal with anti-missile laser since all known metals that aren't heavy enough to not allow the plane to fly melt before the laser is channeled for enough time to burn through the warhead - which takes about a minute or so in any case.]

[The Naval and Air Battle over the Melgarian Sea]
The lead MMA-A3 Falcon looked at his RADAR screen in front of him and whistled. The Falcons were already turning back but as thought the Pwnage aircraft had decided tango in the sky. He turned his mouth into his microphone and muttered,"We got company folks. This is Hotel-9, we got an incoming. I repeat, enemy aircraft coming in. Let's drop these assholes out of the skies before they even get close."

The MMA-A3 Falcons turned around en masse without much of a martial beauty as most nations including in their formations. The Macabees looked for military effectiveness, not a military parade. So, when the one hundred fifty Falcons turned, each with fourteen out of twenty MTAAM-2 Predator air to air missiles left, they loosed another seven of those into the skies at a range of two hundred kilometers, before the Pwnage aircraft could even get close enough to fire their own air to air missiles. The MTAAM-2 Predators, one thousand fifty in all, free fell for about ten feet, evenly spaced apart, like a wall across the blue skies of the Melgarian Sea, and soon their SCRAMjet engines kicked in pushing them at Mach 4.7 towards the unaware Pwnage fighters. There was nothing that could outmanuever a Predator, it's slim body able to slow and turn within nanoseconds, and it was EMP hardened like the rest of the Macabee's weapons, with inertial, GPS, LIDAR and RADAR guidance. It, in fact, had one of the longest ranges in the world, save some other ALRAAMs which were produced by Macabee's partners, and in fact the range could be increased to around two hundred and fifty kilometers due to the NiAl coating in the engine which was a third generation crystal alloy designed to reduce hydrogen embrittlement. So, the one thousand fifty missiles cut their way through the atmosphere and towards the Pwnage fighters. The lead Falcon again spoke into his microphone,"Dead men walking. Or should I say, dead men flying, folk. We strike again."

On the surface the Uberbattleships had managed to get within range of the Macabee fleet, which meant they within range of the first anti-submarine perimeter, and they had opened fire, but that also put them within range of the Macabee's guns and missiles and made them even more suceptible to the sheer amount of Macabee firepower. In short, those Uberbattleships were getting away this time. Once one of their shells stroked through the bridge of a destroyer, sweeping off some of the glass and barely missing what would have swept off the bridge the destroyers began intense evasive manuevers, zigzagging through the waters to avoid shells and prepared for a retaliation. All the while Pwnage aircraft had taken off the carriers and prepared just another large mass of potential targets and deaths for the Macabees. The Praetorian V surface to air missiles batteries accended again, with the proper angle, and let loose a torrent of none less than eight thousand Praetorian V missiles, which was the largest salvo of missiles in the history of the Macabee Empire. The sanity behind this was obvious. The Pwnage had launched an air armada of one thousand seven hundred aircraft towards the Macabee fleet, what could be more sane than to utterly outnumber them with missiles in the skies, EMP hardened, and not easily outmanuevered, and ensure their total destruction, which would in the end, ensure the victory of Parthian and Macabee forces. The money the fleet was expending in the battle with such huge missile deployments was full worth the cost for the realistic casualties it would bring upon the enemy fleets and aerial assets. Any aircraft that would have gotten through [OOC: Realistically, very few.] managed to drop torpedoes nose first into the water and these immediately popped onto the Macabee SONAR and the SONAR supervisor cried out,"These are SuCavs. Let's pop these out of the water" SuperCavitating torpedoes weren't quiet, and they couldn't turn unless they slowed considerably which if they slowed meant they were dead meet, so any SuCavs in the water were just countered with an equal number of MAT-1s heading right for them in a straight trajectory at much slower speeds. However, it wasn't like the SuCavs would outmanuever them, that would mean the disentigration of the SuCav - precisely why the Macabee military had stopped using the SuCav torpedo. As for the enemy anti-ship missiles those suffered at the hands of the MRT-4 RADAR systems which were designed only for low altitude purposes, which meant those missiles were lit up like Christmas Lights. Nonetheless, some got through the Praetorian V defenses and CIWS and hit two patrol boats and damaged a destroyer, claiming another one hundred fifty lives.

Now, it was time to destroy those uberbattleships once and for all. By now they had torn a gaping gap into a destroyer and had almost caused the total destruction of another one, and they were not far from their goals. However, it was sheer physics which dictated their destruction. With each salvo the Uberbattleships rose waves around their hulls, which meant it was a basic shadow zone to their SONAR arrays, and moreover the SuCavs made so much noise the entire damn area between the Macabee fleet and the Uberbattleships was a shadowzone. So, the ASROC cannons of the first anti-submarine warfare perimeter depreciated once again and again fired a batch of an excrutiating one hundred MT-3 torpedoes per Uberbattleship. Now, with so much noise going on and with the MT-3 MADCAPs water RAMjet engine the MT-3s were not just virtually silent, they were totally silent which meant that there was a .001% chance that the Uberbattleships would even be able to stop one. The MT-3s warheads and hull breakers would simply tear into the keel of those ships and ensure the sinking of every single Uberbattleship the Pwnage military administration had decided to send agaisnt the Macabees. However, sadly enough a destroyer did sink with all hands, bringing the death toll to seven hundred this time, and another one was severely damaged, although reinforcements arrived, bringing fleet size back to the original number - as if nothing had happened to the fleet.

The sultan's men had long awaited this moment. Their anti-ship and aircraft guns were set, loaded, and trained on targets. Makeshift outposts had spread throughout the island, though for the most part avoiding even the smaller cities.

The Sabarian men themselves were ready for war, rifles at the ready, scimitars at their sides. Here, they would fight and die for Allah.

As the ships and aircraft grew closer, the Sabarian guns began thundering away, massive shells rocketing towards the Macabees.

The sultan's men had long awaited this moment. Their anti-ship and aircraft guns were set, loaded, and trained on targets. Makeshift outposts had spread throughout the island, though for the most part avoiding even the smaller cities.

The Sabarian men themselves were ready for war, rifles at the ready, scimitars at their sides. Here, they would fight and die for Allah.

As the ships and aircraft grew closer, the Sabarian guns began thundering away, massive shells rocketing towards the Macabees.

[OOC: My fleet is over one hundred and fifty kilometers away, and that's the ASW perimeters, which are always on the move. I'm not landing just yet and I haven't made a second attack on the island either.]

ooc: Eep, sorry--new at this like I said...well, assume on your next run inwards there's some Sabarian resistance.

<theme music fades>

"At the top of the hour..." began the anchor, "the battle for Malgeria has reached a new and deadlier phase. This report from the capitol city of Malger by ANN's Fatima Ajouff..."

On the screen the image of Fatima Ajouff appeared. There was no opportunity to shoot separate clips, one for Muslim sensibilities and one for Westerners, or, in other words, with and without the veil, so Fatima arranged to have her veil hang loose like a cowl, fluttering in the strong wind that was sweeping the capitol. As conservative as the Ayadi were, they were also practical; wardrobe malfunction in a stiff wind was simply not that big a deal.

"The battle is breaking up into separate fights between the various participants, and events are changing almost by the hour," she yelled, fighting to be heard. Over the wind and the roar of machines, there was an ambient noise that had been missing yesterday. Fatima knew what is was. Distant explosions. "Offshore to the northwest of here," she continued, "The fleet action has split into two battles, close enough together to affect each other's outcome. One is between the Parthians on the one hand, and the forces of Abu Arabia and Al-Kabah on the other; at this hour it remains unclear who will prevail.

"Nearby, a larger battle is shaping up between the Macabees and MassPwnage; even though that battle is farther off, the sound of exploding missiles can be heard like thunder over the horizon, from hundreds of kilometers away. We're hearing from the air traffic controllers that thousands of missiles are being fired every minute, quantities of ordnance whose cost per side exceeds the GDP of many small countries."

She paused momentarily to let the enormity of that fact sink in to her viewers, and then continued.

"As we indicated earlier, Tocrowkian troops are arriving at a staggering rate; the flow of men and material has literally consumed the entire transportation capacity - air and land - here in the capitol. Getting anywhere among the flood of vehicles is almost impossible.

"They're streaming northeast to meet an impending Maldaathi landing. There are reports - unconfirmed - that the Maldaathi are already ashore near Al-Azir, but government officials are vehemently denying this. What is certain is that they will be met almost immediately by MLF militia, who will try to hold them back long enough for Tocrowkian reinforcements to arrive. Once that happens, it will be a race to see who can throw more men and machines onto those beaches, as the Maldaathi attempt to push inland and the Tocrowkians and Malgerians attempt to throw them back into the sea.

"Finally, should the sea battle near here be resolved, elite forces from Al-Sabah stand ready to meet the Parthians and their allies on the shore in defense of a number of key islands north of here.

"And more nations seem to be gettinng involved with each passing hour."

The camera cut back to the anchor, "Thank you, Fatima. In the next half hour we'll try to get a graphic together showing these developments."

"There is an attempt in the midst of all this fighting to negotiate a cease-fire and possibly a settlement..."
~~~~~~~~~~
Off camera, Fatima and her crew retreated to the relative safety of the parking garage. There would be more to report, soon. There were casualties among the MLF - her government contact had informed her as much - but as of yet the worst cases had not yet managed to be evacuated to the capitol for advanced care. When they arrived, she'd have to be there to get pictures. People needed to know what war was like, without any sugar coating.

Between now and then she'd try to get some sleep. But sleep would be difficult and not, Fatima was ashamed to admit, just because the people of Malgeria were suffering. Her gnawing fear was much more personal.

Where in the Great Name of the Divine was Justin?!?

Open Telegram to the Nations of Partha and Malgaria

"Twenty Minutes ago I recieved word that HMS's Amethyst Indefatigable and Indomidable arived as close to the war zone as they could whilst remaining in international waters and beyond some close scrutiny by several large warships of the Macabee Navy have remained unmolested. The Captain of the Amethyst has informed me that he has finished preperations for holding a sumit whilst aboard and awaits orders. I beseach all parties in this war to please consider returning to the negotiation table before the losses become too large to consider. I humbly await your responses to this telegram.

Kindest regards,
HRH Tomas de Niven, King of Nivenka"

Amethyst's Captain read the radio broadcast as it came through to be passed onto the relevant nations, he sighed as the faint wiff of cordite blew through the mighty warship.
"I hope to the Goddess that this works, I really do." He muttered under his breath as he hit the send button personally.Hassan whirled and barked out instructions to his control room staff. "Get a camera crew and a helicopter ready," he snapped, "and get Nivenka's permission to have them waiting on those ships within the hour!!!"

[OOC: I hope the desert isn't taken any time soon... in the next twenty pages (!)...because we could have some awsome desert combat role plays if you do 'em right! (Rommel anyone?)]

A company of Assair's Guard's men were ordered to dig in on the beach closet to the battle. Trench's and kill boxes are quickly prepared, along with machine gun turrets covered by sand bags. A total of 16,000 men were on the beaches, waiting for any possible landing.


OOC: I didnt see anything about a landing.

OOC: Ayaddha, I'm going to RP running across DeVry.

The six man patrol moved slowly over the sands several hundred yards off from the main track. Abd Al-Quadir halted, and pulled his shemagh down over his face. Inhaling the cool night air, the Fedayeen officer slung the AK-74 over his shoulder and reached for a handmade canteen that hung at his waist. Raising the skin to his lips, he drank the sweet oasis water, slightly warm from the heat of the day, and replaced the vessel. Unslinging his weapon, he motioned for the patrol to follow him, and continued into the velvet night.

He halted suddenly as a peculiar sound met his ears, a low rumbling. he placed it instantly as the noise of an engine, and looking behind him, discovered that there were no vehicles coming up the road in either direction. The noise was too clear for it to be coming from any of the trucks parked at the small Fedayeen outpost in the distance. Perplexed, he raised his weapon cautiosly and continued in the direction of the sound.

The engine noise grew louder as the patrol neared the desert track. Coming upon a small rock formation off the side of the road, the patrol circled cautiously. Sure enough, they found themselves standing face to face with a white Land Rover, parked in a hollow, running with the lights off.

OOC: Switching roles to Allemande, DeVry's nation of origin (he works for the Allemande Broadcasting Corporation's World Service).

Jake stopped chewing his mujadarah sandwich. "Boss," he said quietly, "We have company."

Justin looked up. Six men, armed. They couldn't possibly run.

Quietly, he said, "OK, listen. This is simple. We're lost. We were going to do a feature on the nomadic peoples of Malgeria and how the revolution has affected them - positively, of course - and what they think of the war - they're all for it of course. Complete puff piece. We had directions, and blew it, and now we're totally lost."

"Just follow my lead," he said as the soldiers swiftly but warily approached, weapons raised at the ready, pulling out a map and a minimag. "And whatever happens, do not resist."

And with that, he screwed the flashlight on and began to look at the map, saying simply to the driver, "Point to where we are, then point to the nearest village we might be visiting. Then act like you're arguing with me." :eek:

OOC: Malgeria, I'm going to assume that you're not gonna buy our story about the little birdies having eaten our trail of bread crumbs. Do you want me to RP the detention and first part of the interrogation?

If so, I need to know the rank (and possibly the name) of the Fedayeen C/O.

Surface Side: Not pleasant. The arsenal ships, discharged all their remaining missiles at once in a desperation move. The Velociraptor class suffered some damage from a shell, and an arsenal ship was destroyed.

The 1,000 total missiles were again shredded by the CIWS ships. 20 more missiles made their way through, sinking a destroyer and a frigate.

The Uberbattleships and Battlecarriers fired another huge volley at the Parthian fleet, guided by satellite imagery. Meanwhile, the G80s took off again from the battlecarriers, this time, dropping more than 100 Supercavitating torpedoes at the Parthian fleet.

In the air: 12 ASF-06s and 13 ASF-04s went down. It was getting messy in the air, pilots were so close that planes literally were crashing into each other. The ASF-05s suddenly unleashed a volley of Air-to-Air missiles at the Parthians from the flank.


Again, the new point defense system was working wonderfully against the volleys of massive numbers of missiles. Ten missiles made their way through and destroyed a pair of frigates and disabled another. Shells tore into a destroyer and a frigate, sinking both in minutes while patrol boats tried to pick up survivors. Then, sonar reports came in, torpedoes were moving in fast. Noisemakers and countermeasures were deployed rapidly while other vessels utilized new systems of torpedo defense, firing hundreds of small explosives which were designed to sink to the depth of a torpedo and explode when it came too close. The torpedoes exploded in droves, sending up columns of white water into the air. In the air, a further ten planes were knocked out despite the best efforts of the pilots.

The ASF-05s became the new target as 350 SA-2 SAMs were fired off in a massive smoking volley. Following them, the F-22s and F-18s turned and engaged the Pwnage fighters at point blank range with sidewinders and 20mm cannons. Incoming F-22s from Oman fired off their own volley of AIRAAMs as they closed in, sending nearly 300 missiles at enemy planes.

On the sea, Parthian vessels were being rapidly reinforced with new ships. Four Totalitarian class superdreadnoughts were inbound, and in a few seconds, each of the four ships was covered in smoke as 800 Harpoon missiles were fired off towards the Masspwnage fleet. From other vessels, a further 350 Harpoons were fired off, darkening the very skies with the trails of smoke from over a thousand missiles. 16 inch shells first fired in on the enemy fleet, guided to lighter combatants by satellites. The 30 inch guns of the Shah Ardeshir and Shahanshah Khosru followed in with the massive corraguns of the four other superdreadnoughts, showering the enemy fleet with a massive volley of armor piercing shells.

ooc: sorry Malgeria, I decided to step off. Money concerns, I wasted over a billion dollars in missiles alone and I'm not a rich nation. That and the Parthians are paying me to leave.

An unspecified number of Pwnage aircraft were shot down. Meanwhile, the CIWS/ASW ships stopped many of the torpedos heading for the uberbattleships. Around 5-6 torpedos slammed into each uberbattleship, doing some damage, but not fatal.

Then something odd happened.

The Pwnage fleet and air armada turned around.

They merely turned their backs to the Macabees and Parthians and sailed/flew off back to base.

A message from The Great Leader Li to Jonarch I

"I'm withdrawing, don't attack me anymore, the Parthians cut me a good deal for a large sum of cash and slaves."

The Great Leader Li to Shah Khosru III

"I expect my 10,000,000 slaves, all healthy and young, as well as reparations for the losses I've taken within a month, otherwise, you'll suffer the same fate Darius III did."

Public Response:
A cease-fire is in effect between the Pwnage fleets and the Macabee fleets. Ergo, Task Force Sickel has been ordered to to shift their weight from the seas towards the islands. However, this does not state any particular peace between Malgeria and the Macabees, nor the Parthians and Malgeria, at least to Jonach's knowledge.

Our earlier policy of no cease-fires in general still stands, as we will not go to the peace tables under a cease-fire. Any peace will have to be established admist the hail of bullets.

[signed]Jonach I

[OOC: Up to know the word count of IC is 35,917, and with a 8px Verdana font the page count is 55!]

OOC: Tocrowkia go slap yourself in the head. You see no landing coz noone has landed.... someone is genetically respressed. 3 guesses at who first 2 dont count.

Aboard the 1st Fleet
"Admiral the 4th fleet has detected a rather small shabby fleet aproaching from the east."

"Roger that. Turn the fleets east and prepare to engage. If needed we will land on the east shore."

"Yes sir."

The 5 fleets formed back into the box formation and headed east...

North East Malgerian Sea
The 4 Fleets formed a defensive wall infront of the logistical transport fleet of the 5th. The Le Marist fleet had been detected and the launchers had been armed and prepared.

Aboard 1st Fleet...Again
"Admiral, sir we have targetted the Le Marist Fleet. We are prepared to fire and attack. Needing confirmation sir!"

"Confirmed. Send the word to the IMAETF to prepare for a marine boarding of the fleets."

"Excellent Idea Sir!"

North East Malgerian Sea
The 1st Fleet fired a salvo first at the Le Marist 2nd Fleet. Although the combined radar scanning power on all fleets would still make it impossible to confirm POSITIVE hits. The IMAETF (Imperial Maldathian Airborn Escort Task Force) had been sent far south to flank the fleet.

OOC: Sorry for shitty naval posts. Id rather just RP land.... Meh
OOC2: The rest of the fleet also fired on the Le Marist fleet. Some 50 ships per fleet with about 790 missiles per fleet.

ooc: sorry Malgeria, I decided to step off. Money concerns, I wasted over a billion dollars in missiles alone and I'm not a rich nation. That and the Parthians are paying me to leave.

An unspecified number of Pwnage aircraft were shot down. Meanwhile, the CIWS/ASW ships stopped many of the torpedos heading for the uberbattleships. Around 5-6 torpedos slammed into each uberbattleship, doing some damage, but not fatal.

Then something odd happened.

The Pwnage fleet and air armada turned around.

They merely turned their backs to the Macabees and Parthians and sailed/flew off back to base.

A message from The Great Leader Li to Jonarch I

"I'm withdrawing, don't attack me anymore, the Parthians cut me a good deal for a large sum of cash and slaves."

The Great Leader Li to Shah Khosru III

"I expect my 10,000,000 slaves, all healthy and young, as well as reparations for the losses I've taken within a month, otherwise, you'll suffer the same fate Darius III did."

Shah Khosru III to The Great Leader Li:

Just send me the monetary losses in terms of the numbers of planes and vessels lost and I'll have the check cut. Once Malgeria falls, there will be plenty of slaves headed your way too, so don't worry too much.

OOC: Tocrowkia go slap yourself in the head. You see no landing coz noone has landed.... someone is genetically respressed. 3 guesses at who first 2 dont count.

OOC: Keep it civil or you're out of here. No second chances.

OOC: Yeah yeah... KK

North East Malgerian Sea
It had been hours since the first salvo was launched. It was time for the air assault. 320 Fighters had been arranged into 32 Squadrans flying a arrowhead formation.

Over Le Marist Fleets, North East Malgerian Sea
The first attack wave circled the Le Marist Fleets at a blistering speed, dodging the incoming AA fire.. for now.

"Alpha Leader we have recieved the attack code "Lucy" we are clear to fire!"

"So be it" Came the response of almost 170 pilots.

The sqauds nose dived into oncoming fire, hit planes burning up or exploding in a firey ball of metal.

"Concentrate on the enemys aircraft carriers. Take out the planes. Then take out as much AA and missile launchers you can before returning to base."

"Er, this is Omega Squad, roger that command. First wave initializing attack protocol now."

"I hear you Omega. Good luck. Command out."

The aircraft entered range of a nearby aircraft carrier and 3 of Epsilon Squadrons MiG-28 "Flounder" pilots salvoed 30 missiles at the aircraft stationed on the strip.

"Nice work Epsilon squad. But we need help with this battle ship. Its pouring AA fire into.......[Static]"

Epsilon turned as did 3 other squads and headed towards a large battleship surrounded in smoke plumes. 5 squads prepared a salvo when a transmission came from command.

"All aircraft, this is command. Fall back to our carriers and await deployment when more bombardment is complete. Launch all pre preped missiles. We expect everyone back."

The 5 squads salvoed the battleship. Over 500 missiles sailed into the battleship before they turned and rocketed back to the carrier.

.x.X. 19 Aircraft Destroyed 4 Pilots Ejected (No Rescue) .X.x.

OOC: All aircraft were MiG-28 "Flounder"
OOC2: These aircraft were designed by Hallad and myself. Ask me for the link if you wish to buy them.
OOC3: Each squad had 10 pilots. 30 Squads. You do the math.

OOC: Malgeria, I'm going to assume that you're not gonna buy our story about the little birdies having eaten our trail of bread crumbs. Do you want me to RP the detention and first part of the interrogation?

If so, I need to know the rank (and possibly the name) of the Fedayeen C/O.

OOC: I'll RP the first part at least, if that's alright with you.

Bump

OOC: I'll RP the first part at least, if that's alright with you.

OOC: Go for it. Just leave me enough big fat hints to go from there... ;)

[Can I get an accurate picture on what is actually on Kzir Island after my air raid? This includes forces from all parties.]

?????
The 6 Kasatkas touched down behind a grassy mountain and unloaded the small amount of supplies and troops. The Delta Force 3-2 operatives rushed over to the command squad sitting in one of the two Kasatkas staying behind.

"Alright 3-2 those Rangers over there.." he pointed to 2 squads of rangers. One was a group of snipers the other a group with MNMI M45 Assault Rifles. "Are providing overwatch while you execute the Operation. Not even our allies know of our being here. We didn't want to draw attention so there will only be the people you see here until our main force can make a shore landing. These people will be yor family till then. You will watch each others back. You will respect one and another and follow orders. We must make do with what we got. Now set up the tents and prepare to camp till tommorow night when we will begin the Op. Ranger Squad 110th (the snipers) will guard the area till then. That is all!"

The Delta team snapped to attention and saluted Captain Groswold and began pitching tents for the night.

OOC: The Parthians, you missed my RP of our naval battle: http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=8303503&postcount=182


:)

ooc: Parthians, I really never worked how my ships cost. Just assume I send you some sort of bill ok?

[Can I get an accurate picture on what is actually on Kzir Island after my air raid? This includes forces from all parties.]

OOC: You've got around 100,000 Mujahideen fighters, some mobile artillery, and some old russian tanks, but you don't know that ICly.

ooc: Think al-Sabar has 100,000 of his men on the island too.

A few guns bristled along the island, mostly anti-ship weaponry, seemingly prepared to fend off the coming attack single-handedly. At each gun stood a man or two, simply dressed soldiers, their uniforms unmarked and unspectacular. But they stood at the ready, rifles slung on their shoulders, hands upon the massive guns before them.

The 62 Parthian shells were lobbed towards The Caliph Abu, sailing through the air with a 'Whoooooom' sound. most landed in the sea, narrowly avoiding the giant vessel, but a few scored a hit, scraping and exploding on the sides and front of The Caliph Abu, leaving scorchmarks and indentations.

The Caliph Abu now had battle scars, but showed none the worse for it.

Parthian unguided rockets, over 1000 armor piercing ones came flying towards Abu Arabian vessels, threatening an onslaught.

An Abu Arabian EMP missile was fired to try and blunt the incoming attack, and the EMP missile exploded, knocking all but 200 of course, the surviving missiles smashing into 8 Abu Arabian Destroyers and 7 Frigates, some of them breaking in half, crew burning alive as they jumped into the sea, others listing and burning.

Two more Cruisers and a Destroyer of the Abu Arabian fleet were also hit, flames erupting.

Other Abu Arabian vessels did what they could to pick up the survivors.

The Caliph Abu and The Caliph Ali now turned their 32 inch guns on the Parthian fleet, firing their huge shells at enemy ships, the sound of the firing, deafening.

As they fired from above, so Yassin Class Submarines, lurking like sharks amongst the melee, targeted Parthian vessels from below, firing their Torpedos.

The 500 enemy missiles incoming, and long range missiles and AIRAAM missiles incoming at the Abu Arabian JA-83's, JA-94's, and JA-03's made them take evasive action, the jets forming a plan of intertwining each others paths, firing their rapid fire cannons at the missiles pursuing each other's planes, some of which exploded, whilst others were knocked off couse by the dropping of distraction flares by the Abu Arabian jets, causing missiles to pursue the flares instead, Abu Arabian vessels joined in, carefully pinpointing a missile and firing their 20mm rapid fire guns.

Nonetheless, evasive and defensive techniques still could not stop 45 JA-83's and 18 JA-94's from being destroyed, exploding into fiery fireballs, sending hot pieces of debris raining down onto the ships of both sides below.

The surviving JA-83's, JA-94's and JA-03's regained composure, firing 500 missiles in return fire at the enemy planes.

Abu Arabian 20mm gun crews on their ships, taking pleasure in firing at Parthians who had jumped into the sea from their sinking ships, now turned their guns to the Parthian planes, firing at them unrelenting, stopping to make sure they did not shoot down the missiles fired by the Abu Arabian jets.

Abu Arabian navy and air reinforcements were a possibility.

The Parthian forces now responded quickly as shells streaked through the air. Two destroyers and a frigate were torn into pieces. In the air, evasive maneuvers and countermeasures pulled many missiles off the planes, but 20 F-22s were out of action and the pilots were either dead, or dying. Torpedo signatures came into the sonars of the ships, who responded immediatley by finding the depth and path of the torpedoes and firing off hundreds of tiny explosives designed to sink to a certain depth along the torpedo path and then to explode when the torpedoes were close enough. The torpedoes did little damage, most exploded in columns of white water, but one frigate was hit and slowly listed to the side.

The Parthian response was rapid, and fierce. Frigates prepared a volley of nearly 50 torpedoes for the vessels who revealed their position by firing, and within a few seconds, the Mk-48 ADCAPs were soaring through the water towards the enemy submarines.

Following them, the main attack on the surface began as the Parthian fleet prepared a massive volley of missiles. Literally almost a thousand harpoons were unleashed in a massive volley from the tubes of the Shah Shapur while satellites pinpointed carriers and crusiers. The data was fed back to the fire control computers of the six superdreadnoughts, each of them were aimed perfectly through the use of fire control systems and then, in a massive volley, nearly 100 heavy shells tore off, followed by two more volleys of armor rending shells. The remaining ships capable of firing shells recieved some information, "Lets make it hot boys, prepare the new ammo." A massive volley of every lighter gun in the fleet opened up as over five hundred shells flew towards the enemy fleet. When they were slightly above the water, they exploded and sent out burning sheets of napalm to float upon the water. Metal would bend and men who were now floating on the seas would roast as fires of napalm consumed them.

In the skies above, the Parthian planes, freed from their battles with Masspwnage turned on the Arab planes in full force, charging into point blank range after a volley of 200 AIRAAMs. When in range, close to 500 sidewinders flew off as guns opened up on Arab planes. E-6s, once jamming Pwnage channels, turned on the Arabians and began to jam them.

With MassPwnage's withdraw from the war effort, Tocrowkia has hereby abandoned all naval operations, the Grand fleet has been sent home, and Tocrowkia will now focus all her resources on the land campaign.

The Kabaheen planes wheeled in the air, charging the Parthian planes head on. Here and there a plane would explode, torn apart by Parthian lead or rockets, yet it detered the determined pilots not at all. The pilots were frenzied. With renewed confidence and dedication they struck even more fiercely than before. Whether they won or lost this air battle, Partha would pay for every plane with blood. The rattle of the 20mm guns was deafening as a barrage of lead flew towards the enemy craft. At the same time, 270 sidewinder missles launched from the Kabaheen planes, seeming to crave Parthian steel.

From beneath the sea, a pack of steel fish awakened. It may have seemed strange to any who watched the Sabarian landing at Kzir. Transport ships without any apparent escorts. In reality, something far more sinister sat beneath the waves.

The submarine fleet was forty strong, fitted with the best in Sabarian stealth technology. They were, perhaps, not the most strongly armed ships, yet what they lacked in arms they easily made up for in armor. It was said these subs could take a direct hit to certain compartments and survive by merit of their damage control systems.

And now they made their move, directly towards the Parthian fleet, directly towards Shah Ardeshir and her massive sister ship. Their engines groaned at their maximum speed, charging toward the Parthians, launching a volley of torpedoes and rushing onward to fire several more.

OOC: I shouldn't even bother with Le Marist. I could be waiting another 2 days for 1 reply.

(OOC: I'm sorry brothers, but I am far too busy to keep up with this thread. I'm going to have to butt out for this RP. I just have far too much school work to do. If anyone wants to RP my forces for me, be my guest. I have 150,000 Mujahadeen, 100 armored units, and 150 fighter jets all on the ground in Malgeria. I'm very sorry that I can't contribute more)

Private Telegram to The Macabees in response to their warning and threat.

To Jonach I from HRH Tomas de Niven,

Kind sir, whilst it is wonderful that you would consider our offer to host a summit to find a way out of this situation, it is with deep regret that you should finish your response with an open threat, I will honour your request to pull back the three warships a further 50 km from their current posission, but I will say, that the Captains of the Amethyst, Indefatigable and Indomidable have been given orders to defend themselves if necessary (this is especially necesary during any conference due to the threat of rogue elements within your armies), whilst provoking conflict is the furthest thing from our minds, we will not idly stand by and accept a threat to either ourselves or vessels in our service. Whilst any battle between your forces and ours would almost certainly result in the destruction of all three ships, it would cost you dearly to engage in such folly. These ships are in international waters and will conduct themselves with the respect and honour that our navy has hard earned over the years, but will fight if threatened overtly. As a Nation that as this message goes out is about to witness the initial invasion of your ally's land unless this goes ahead, I would hope that you understand the precarious posission you are in should they fall, to wit, that the loss of every vessel you suffer may well go against you should any further escalation on the part of the Parthian military minds take place. In plain language, you are in no posission at the current time to threaten anyone.

On a slightly lighter note, though of equal importance and slight embarresment on our part.

It is also deeply regretable that we will not be able to comply with the specific demand to not move the main turret of the Amethyst, as it requires turning on its axis every 7 days in order to maintain functionality. Such is the way of brilliant designs being maintained by Accountants and Beurocrats. The next routine maintainance cycle is sheduled for two days hence, as a favour to yourselves and so as to reduce the threat of misinterpritation by your forces we advise you such, and ask that you pass on this information to the warships you have stationed some 60km from our vessels. The maintainance will take aproximately 30 minutes to complete.

Radio message to Hassan of the Ayaddha news agency from Captain, HMS Amethyst

"We have recieved orders to accept your party aboard this vessel and are now making preperations for your arival. Welcome friends."

The Captain sat in the observation area above the landing pad as the Sea King carrying the news crew flew in ready for landing, he smiled realising that it was only the fact that Amethyst's being a Triamiran allowed for such a large helecopter to land. Radio chatter from and to the helecoptor sounded over the headset he was wearing. Finally the great chopper touched down, just long enough for the crew along with their assorted baggage to be removed, several mataloes ran to the aid of the crew and picked up the heavier equipment moving it to within the hanger. It would be checked over by the experts, just to make sure that this wasn't some sort of assasination attempt, but was given the all clear by the two CPO's doing the checking.

After an hour or so, the guests were sat in the officers mess, the Captain strolled in and smiled. "Gentlemen, I formally Welcome you to HMS Amethyst, I am Captain Charles de Bismark."
The translator that had remained silent in the room since their arival perked up and began relaying the greeting, the men of the crew nodded and smiled. Then their interview began.

I am aware that the land campaign in the Malgerian war is about to begin, but before more lives are lost, I, as Emperor of Tocrowkia, would like to encourage BOTH parties of the war to begin peace talks. Over 136,000 people have already died, need more?


Note that this is NOT a letter of of desperation, and we WILL continue on with this war for how ever long we need to, we WILL continue to assit our Malgerian allies.


Josef Emmerich, Divine Emperor of Tocrowkia

The Parthian forces now responded quickly as shells streaked through the air. Two destroyers and a frigate were torn into pieces. In the air, evasive maneuvers and countermeasures pulled many missiles off the planes, but 20 F-22s were out of action and the pilots were either dead, or dying. Torpedo signatures came into the sonars of the ships, who responded immediatley by finding the depth and path of the torpedoes and firing off hundreds of tiny explosives designed to sink to a certain depth along the torpedo path and then to explode when the torpedoes were close enough. The torpedoes did little damage, most exploded in columns of white water, but one frigate was hit and slowly listed to the side.

The Parthian response was rapid, and fierce. Frigates prepared a volley of nearly 50 torpedoes for the vessels who revealed their position by firing, and within a few seconds, the Mk-48 ADCAPs were soaring through the water towards the enemy submarines.

Following them, the main attack on the surface began as the Parthian fleet prepared a massive volley of missiles. Literally almost a thousand harpoons were unleashed in a massive volley from the tubes of the Shah Shapur while satellites pinpointed carriers and crusiers. The data was fed back to the fire control computers of the six superdreadnoughts, each of them were aimed perfectly through the use of fire control systems and then, in a massive volley, nearly 100 heavy shells tore off, followed by two more volleys of armor rending shells. The remaining ships capable of firing shells recieved some information, "Lets make it hot boys, prepare the new ammo." A massive volley of every lighter gun in the fleet opened up as over five hundred shells flew towards the enemy fleet. When they were slightly above the water, they exploded and sent out burning sheets of napalm to float upon the water. Metal would bend and men who were now floating on the seas would roast as fires of napalm consumed them.

In the skies above, the Parthian planes, freed from their battles with Masspwnage turned on the Arab planes in full force, charging into point blank range after a volley of 200 AIRAAMs. When in range, close to 500 sidewinders flew off as guns opened up on Arab planes. E-6s, once jamming Pwnage channels, turned on the Arabians and began to jam them.


The Parthian Mk-48 ADCAPs detonated as the Yassin Class Submarines attemped to evade, and two submarines were hit side on, near the rear, the subs losing power, sinking forms into the dark depths, condemned. The other submarines mourned narrowly avoided destruction, some receiving damage, but still making good their escape.


Hundreds of Parthian shells flew towards Abu Arabian vessels, enacting terrible damage on those that were hit. 3 Carriers and 2 Cruisers were literally compounded into the sea, their burning and broken vessels greedily swallowed by the unforgiving sea upon which this naval battle did take place.

The sea itself was ablaze, the Parthian napalm igniting the surface, engulfing the hit Abu Arabian vessels as they sank, the screams of those crew having their skin and flesh melted as they drowned, a horrible sound.

Parthian Harpoon missiles were being countered by Abu Arabian missile defence put by Abu Arabian vessels, but their effectiveness was now being hindered by Parthian jamming, meaning 2 more carriers were lost, along with 2 cruisers.

The Caliph Ali, trying to shrug off jamming, fired 1000 Sayef missiles from tubes, the missiles sailing towards the Parthian fleet.

The Caliph Abu joined in, the commander smiling as he shouted, "By Allah, make them bleed!" firing 62 shells at the Parthian fleet, a range of it's usual heavy armour piercing calibre, as well as Napalm shells, and the Shrapnel Shell, designed to explode near or over a targetted enemy vessel, showering the target with hot, sharp shrapnels of metal, made further lethal by the velocity the shrapnel was thrown from the detonation, which was aimed at shredding personnel and vessel alike, designed to puncture, and mutilate.

Abu Arabian Destroyers joined in, firing hundreds of shells at the Parthain fleet, before the Caliph Ali too, having fired 1,000 sayeff missiles as stated, fired 62 shells, of the Armour piercing, as well as Napalm and Shrapnel shells.

In the air, the older JA-83's of The Abu Arabian air force suffered the most from the Parthain jamming, their equipment badly affected by the jamming, thus then, it was no surprise that 25 JA-83's were easy pickings for the Parthian AIRAAMs and sidewinders, the planes exploding into fire balls, or, knowing they would not make it to base, rather than face burning deaths in the grasp of the napalm ignited sea, flying their crippled planes at Parthian vessels.

3 JA-94's and 1 JA-03 were also hit.

The surviving JA-94's and JA-03's, although still being inflicted with intermittent jamming, fired DOIM's (AIRAAM) and sidewinders in return at the attacking Parthian jets, as well as firing their rapid fire cannons, whilst others who were equipped, fired shrapnel missiles, intended to detonate as close to an enemy plane, and pepper it's frame with small, lethat shrapnel, while 20mm guns from the Abu Arabian vessels continued to fire at the Parthian planes.

Arriving Abu Arabian IJEJ Planes contributed in the melee, launcing a counter jamming operation of Parthian channels.

(OOC: I'm sorry brothers, but I am far too busy to keep up with this thread. I'm going to have to butt out for this RP. I just have far too much school work to do. If anyone wants to RP my forces for me, be my guest. I have 150,000 Mujahadeen, 100 armored units, and 150 fighter jets all on the ground in Malgeria. I'm very sorry that I can't contribute more)


OOC: Not a problem. I think Malgeria might use your forces.

OOC: I shouldn't even bother with Le Marist. I could be waiting another 2 days for 1 reply.

ooc: My utmost apologies Maldaathi...sometimes a death in the family is more important than a game of pretend with you. If you're so desperate for a response, assume my ships close in and start firing...all out frontal attack...planes take off to intercept your own. I'll get back into the RP in a little while...forgive me, your impatience has left a bit of a sour taste in my mouth...

OOC Sorry to hear of your loss Le Marist

ooc: No worries...he was a cousin of mine...we didn't talk much but I he lived a ways away and I still had to pay my last respects...

ooc: Sorry Le Marist. I didn't know your family member died.

Secret IC
A darkened basement, Kzir City

Colonel Emira Battale set her rather slight frame over the map of Kzir island, fingers grasping at the sides of the table before her. She was hardly the vision of a brilliant military commander. She was perhaps 5'4", 5'5" with boots, weighing a mere 109lbs. Her uniform was form fitting, but not in a flattering since, more for functionality than allure, the fabric a course grey-tan hue. The only sign of her rank were upon her collar, occasionally hidden by the cloth she wore over her nose and mouth. It was, perhaps, the only slightly feminine thing about this woman, a light blue cloth, fine, worn over her nose and tied beneath her ponytail of dark, rich hair. Her men had yet to see her without it.

Turning to one of her aides, she pointed a slender finger towards one of the northern gun emplacements. Her voice was soft but firm, giving her the feeling of a black widow. "This...is unnecessary. It will be of more use to us on the eastern shore." Without another word, she went back to studying the map, the aide rushing off to relay the orders.

OOC: Im Roleplaying Le Marist fleets as his family member passed away, hope noone minds. He said I could.

North-East Malgerian Sea
The Le Marist fleet closed in on the Maldathian Fleet for a close range battle. Several Le Marist battleships had remained stationary to provide cover for the rest of the advancing fleet. Hundreds of missiles showered down on the Maldathian Fleet, which struggled to maintain anti missile fire with their onboard lasers. (C&C Generals Paladin Anti Missile Lasers)

Onboard Maldathian First Fleet
"Admiral, sir. The missiles are slowly growing more intense as the Le Marist fleet moves into position. We need to counter-attack!"

"Agreed. Arm the MiG-2000 LFI and arm them with Air to Surface AS-20's."

"Yes sir." the operator flipped on the intercom. "All MiG-2000 LFI pilots. RED ALERT. I repeat RED ALERT. Prepare for bombing runs on the Le Marist Fleet."

-Minutes Later-
Pilots in full gear rushed around trying to find their planes in the hangar. The shouting and roar of plane engines was deafening.

"This is Command. 30 seconds to first take-off."

Within moments all pilots were inside the cockpits of their planes and checking all systems. The motorised floor began to lift to the extremely large take off area on the carrier.

North-East Malgerian Sea
All aircraft had taken off and were desperatley trying to dodge incoming fire. The MiG entails danced beautifully in the darkening sky.

"Wing Leader Griffin here. All systems are go. All fighters engage the Le Marist fleets. Fire at will. Repeat fire at will!"

At that point the MiGs broke off into hundreds of directions.

"All aircraft keep safe!"

A number of aircraft drew near a aircraft carrier and opened up with the 2 GSh-30-1 30mm cannons mounted underneath the nose of the aircraft. The rounds drilled small holes into the carriers hull before the MiGs flew across, dumping 5 AS-20 bombs. Explosions licked up at the underbelly of the planes as the bombs found some critical points.

"All aircraft this is command. We are now launching missiles at the Le Marist fleet. Also the "Flounder" wing are coming to assist. Watch for the IMAETF coming from behind."

"Wing Leader Griffin here. Roger that command. For the Emperor!"

"For the Emperor Wing Leader. Command Out."

OOC: Ayaddha, i'm finally responding. I assume DeVry knows Arabic, or else he wouldn't have this assignment.

The Fedayeen soldiers began yelling wildly at the sight of the car, and rushed to the sides. Menacing the men inside with their weapons, they shouted at them in Arabic to get out of the vehicle. One of the men began rolling down the window, an obviously panicked look on his face. Speaking in Arabic, he tried hurriedly to offer an excuse, but before he could get more than a few words out, the door was wrenched open, and he was seized and dragged from the vehicle. The driver's door was opened, and a gun shoved into his face.

The man swallowed heavily, and silently raised his hands. The Fedayeen fighters seized him harshly, and pulled him out of the car. The two men were dragged from the hollow and made to kneel in the road. The Fedayeen soldiers converesed softly with each other about what was to be done, never taking their eyes or their weapons' sights off of their new prisoners.

Abd Al-Quadir considered his options, finally ordering his men to force their new captives to their feet and begin the half mile march to the compound. They nudged them along with the barrels of their rifles and muttered threats from behind their shemaghs. As far as the soldiers knew, these men could very well be dangerous Parthian spies or Macabee saboteurs.

The patrol neared the compound, passing through the gate of the old chain link fence topped with razor wire that served as the sole barrier. It served mainly as a defense against desert predators and pests than anything else. Other soldiers began to appear and gather curiously around the patrol and its prisoners. Realizing that the foreigners were indeed captives, the men delighted, shouting war cries and firing their weapons into the air.

The patrol forced the captives into the largest of the wooden structures within the compound, and a half dressed officer met them, awakened by the confusion. His face turned to one of shock and amazement.

“What is this?”

“Prisoners sir. Foreign Kfirs we caught snooping around a half mile from here.”

The officer grinned. He would finally earn recognition not only in the eyes of Allah, but hopefully in the eyes of the Ayatollah.

“Lock them up in the old containment cells.”

The compound had once served as a military outpost and waypoint for desert convoys under the former king. It still possessed the holding cells where dissidents and resentful Sheikhs had often been held in captivity and torment at the government’s behest. Now the cells would serve to contain the Ayatollah’s enemies.

ooc: Whoa, hold up! Firstly, I never said I was fully jumping out of this RP...secondly, I -never- gave you permission to RP my forces Maldaathi! Even if I was jumping out of the RP, why would I hand my troops over to someone RPing against them. If I were to, I would give them to Malgeria. I NEVER said you could use my troops.

P.S. I'm back...most of my RL concerns have been settled.

OOC: Welcome back Le Marist!

OOC: Ok Le Marist don't get shitty with me. Juz coz you lost a family member don't be angry at me. The way you said it it made me feel I could roleplay for you. I wouldn't be biased. And anyway since your "back" where is your post?

ooc: It doesn't seem like he's blaming you for the loss of a loved one...it seems he's irritated at you for roleplaying his nation...all his post said was that his ships attacked you...didn't seem like he was giving you control of them...

OOC: First off, welcome back Le Marist.

Second, cool down a bit Maldaathi. show some respect for the man. Just because he has returned to RPing doesn't mean you have permission to disrespect a loss. Let him ease back into things and soon enough you'll have your post.

OOC: How about this Malgeria. He backs off. He was yelling at me. It was not needed. And also how bout you back off me. Geez.

OOC: Maaldathi, calm down. You started this, remember. You were mad because Le Marist failed to reply quickly to one of your posts. Then he comes back, informs you that he was at a funeral and may not be able to post for a while, and tells you what to expect if you attack his fleet. He did not, however, give you permission to RP his fleet for him. I'm sure you would have been fair, but the fact is he didn't give you permission, and so you were out of line. And once he points this out, you respond by disrespecting his loss, and on top of it, demanding a post. Wait a while, let him work things out in his life. Be patient.

Otherwise, good thread. :)

ooc: We might as well cut the ooc chatter...arguing will only tick everyone off more...lets jus drop it and get back to having some fun...I'll start where Maldaathi left off...

ic:

Maristien pilots bravely ran the gauntlet as enemy planes strafed their carriers. Man after man was torn to pieces by the shells from the aircrafts, yet they pressed on, many still making it to their planes. In a matter of seconds, plane after plane was soaring off the runway, circling to engage the enemy. Wave after wave of T-20 air to air missles flew from the underbellies of the craft, seeking out the enemy, as the planes drove onward.

Meanwhile, carriers and destroyers alike came alive, anti-air turrets sending steady streams of lead up towards the Maldaathi planes. A handful of frigates lent their support, though most continued into position, launching a deadly rain of missles upon the Maldaathi fleet, explosions rocking wherever they landed. Not far behind, Heavy Missle Boats came into position. The HMB's readied their first viscious salvo and prepared to fire.

ooc: HMB=frigate on PCP...its essentially a frigate but much heavier and much slower and packs a huge punch...big boy missles.

The Parthian Mk-48 ADCAPs detonated as the Yassin Class Submarines attemped to evade, and two submarines were hit side on, near the rear, the subs losing power, sinking forms into the dark depths, condemned. The other submarines mourned narrowly avoided destruction, some receiving damage, but still making good their escape.


Hundreds of Parthian shells flew towards Abu Arabian vessels, enacting terrible damage on those that were hit. 3 Carriers and 2 Cruisers were literally compounded into the sea, their burning and broken vessels greedily swallowed by the unforgiving sea upon which this naval battle did take place.

The sea itself was ablaze, the Parthian napalm igniting the surface, engulfing the hit Abu Arabian vessels as they sank, the screams of those crew having their skin and flesh melted as they drowned, a horrible sound.

Parthian Harpoon missiles were being countered by Abu Arabian missile defence put by Abu Arabian vessels, but their effectiveness was now being hindered by Parthian jamming, meaning 2 more carriers were lost, along with 2 cruisers.

The Caliph Ali, trying to shrug off jamming, fired 1000 Sayef missiles from tubes, the missiles sailing towards the Parthian fleet.

The Caliph Abu joined in, the commander smiling as he shouted, "By Allah, make them bleed!" firing 62 shells at the Parthian fleet, a range of it's usual heavy armour piercing calibre, as well as Napalm shells, and the Shrapnel Shell, designed to explode near or over a targetted enemy vessel, showering the target with hot, sharp shrapnels of metal, made further lethal by the velocity the shrapnel was thrown from the detonation, which was aimed at shredding personnel and vessel alike, designed to puncture, and mutilate.

Abu Arabian Destroyers joined in, firing hundreds of shells at the Parthain fleet, before the Caliph Ali too, having fired 1,000 sayeff missiles as stated, fired 62 shells, of the Armour piercing, as well as Napalm and Shrapnel shells.

In the air, the older JA-83's of The Abu Arabian air force suffered the most from the Parthain jamming, their equipment badly affected by the jamming, thus then, it was no surprise that 25 JA-83's were easy pickings for the Parthian AIRAAMs and sidewinders, the planes exploding into fire balls, or, knowing they would not make it to base, rather than face burning deaths in the grasp of the napalm ignited sea, flying their crippled planes at Parthian vessels.

3 JA-94's and 1 JA-03 were also hit.

The surviving JA-94's and JA-03's, although still being inflicted with intermittent jamming, fired DOIM's (AIRAAM) and sidewinders in return at the attacking Parthian jets, as well as firing their rapid fire cannons, whilst others who were equipped, fired shrapnel missiles, intended to detonate as close to an enemy plane, and pepper it's frame with small, lethat shrapnel, while 20mm guns from the Abu Arabian vessels continued to fire at the Parthian planes.

Arriving Abu Arabian IJEJ Planes contributed in the melee, launcing a counter jamming operation of Parthian channels.

Napalm burned the seas, making ships quickly skirt away for saftey while the missiles moved towards the Persian fleet at an insane speed. The Shah Shapur's and Shah Bahram's Marionette close defense systems activated, blasting hundreds of missiles out of the sky with accurate countermeasures. Three destroyers exploded, joined by two frigates as the missiles and shells rained in. The shrapnel exploded, but caused little damage except minor scratches, ships larger than patrol boats are all resistant to shrapnel.
Suicidal planes moved in, slower than missiles, they were easy targets, but one destroyer was hit and sat disabled in the water.

The Parthians responded quickly, with the six superdreadnoughts firing a volley of armor piercing shells, aimed by fire control computers directed by satellites to fire at carriers and crusiers again. A barrage of missiles came from the massive fleet. 750 Harpoons were joined by 250 Tomahawks in a flight of destruction headed for enemy frigates and destroyers.

In the skies above, 5 F-22s were shredded apart as the jamming while the others moved in to engage. They would overwhelm the enemy planes by sheer force, which would break them to shreds. From the carrier fleet, 35 stealthy JSFs moved in and unleashed a barrage of harpoon missiles at the enemy fleet, sending a further 25 missiles directly towards the enemy.
The fighters moved in, trying to take care of the intermittent jamming, and unleashed a barrage of nearly 500 sidewinders while they moved around, engaging the Arabians with 20mm guns.

OOC: Yes Le Marist is right stopp OOCly chatter

Aboard the First Fleet

"Sir the Le Marist fleet are counter attacking"

"Damn! How are the anti missile guns holding!?" The Admiral rush to his operator.

"A couple of hundred have got through. Some have missed and the damage is minor. The missiles are low quality."

"Still be careful. Load the shells into the cannons and load the missiles and fire ASAP!"

"Yessir!"

At this point a Petty Officer rushes in and salutes the Admiral.

"Sir Le Marist have launched aircraft and have deployed heavy missile Frigates."

The Admiral rubbed his chin and sighed.

"Have the aircraft fight the enemy bogeys and order the 3rd Fleet and 4th Fleet to target these Frigates. I want all frigates destroyed by the time I want a status report!"

"Yes sir Ill send the order now." the operator called without turning around.

"Petty Officer, Dismissed."

The Petty Officer saluted the Admiral, turned on his heel and rushed out.

North-East Malgerian Sea
"All units, all units move your targets to aircraft. Remember to... Eagle 7, Fox 1. Sorry, units. Remember to dodge incoming anti aircraft fire! Wing Leader Griffin out."

The "Flounders" and Light Fighter Initiatives danced in the sky trying to target enemy craft. The enemies dogfighting with Maldathian MiG's. Missile entails zoomed around the sky with the deafening sounds of aircraft gun and missiles finding their marks.

Back at the Maldathian Fleet
The Flak Cannons were loaded along with the Missile launchers moments after Grand Admiral Trsitan issued the order. The 4 armed fleets moved into an attack formation.

Aboard the First Fleet
"Sir all cannons are loaded as are missiles."

"Affirmative. Fire at targets!"

"Yes sir!"

The thousands of missiles were launched and the Flak Cannons shot shells at the Le Marist Fleet.

"Wing Commander Griffin can you see the incoming shells and missiles?"

"No not yet Grand Admiral, sir."

"Ok withdraw all aircraft from the area for refuelling and re arming."

"Roger that Grand Admiral."

LOSSES: 2 Destroyers were sunk. 1 Battleship was hit. 1 Frigate caught fire. Men are trying to extinguish fire.

OOC2: The aircraft returned.
OOC3: Le Marist post your losses from my last attack aswell. No way did you go unscathed.

Napalm burned the seas, making ships quickly skirt away for saftey while the missiles moved towards the Persian fleet at an insane speed. The Shah Shapur's and Shah Bahram's Marionette close defense systems activated, blasting hundreds of missiles out of the sky with accurate countermeasures. Three destroyers exploded, joined by two frigates as the missiles and shells rained in. The shrapnel exploded, but caused little damage except minor scratches, ships larger than patrol boats are all resistant to shrapnel.
Suicidal planes moved in, slower than missiles, they were easy targets, but one destroyer was hit and sat disabled in the water.

The Parthians responded quickly, with the six superdreadnoughts firing a volley of armor piercing shells, aimed by fire control computers directed by satellites to fire at carriers and crusiers again. A barrage of missiles came from the massive fleet. 750 Harpoons were joined by 250 Tomahawks in a flight of destruction headed for enemy frigates and destroyers.

In the skies above, 5 F-22s were shredded apart as the jamming while the others moved in to engage. They would overwhelm the enemy planes by sheer force, which would break them to shreds. From the carrier fleet, 35 stealthy JSFs moved in and unleashed a barrage of harpoon missiles at the enemy fleet, sending a further 25 missiles directly towards the enemy.
The fighters moved in, trying to take care of the intermittent jamming, and unleashed a barrage of nearly 500 sidewinders while they moved around, engaging the Arabians with 20mm guns.

The Parthian shells and missiles flew towards the Abu Arabian fleet, prompting The Caliph Abu and The Caliph Ali defence systems to activate, firing hundreds of counter missiles to blast the missles out of the sky.

Still, the defensive measures could not stop 4 Destroyers and 2 Frigates from being hit, some disabled and laying powerless in the water, some listing.

750 Sayeff missiles and 250 Mujahadeen missiles were fired in return by the Abu Arabian fleet at the Parthian Destroyers, Carriers and frigates.

In the air, Abu Arabian 3 JA-03's and 3 JA-94's were hit by the sidewinder missiles and 20mm rounds, the planes hit by multiple impacts.

Abu Arabian reinforcements began to arrive, in the form of two more Caliph dreadnoughts, several Destroyers, several Carriers and Frigates.

From the carriers, 35 Stealth Jihad al-ansar Fighter/Bombers (SJA-FB) arrived, joined by air reinforcements in the shape of 320 JA-03's and 120 JA-94's, who immeadiatly fired 500 sidewinder missiles at the enemy air force.
A number of The SJA-FB's fired Sayeff missiles at the Parthian fleet, whilst others engaged the Parthian's planes, firing Shrapnel missiles, a missile potent that even if hit and exploded before detonation, the shrapnel would still spray everywhere, shredding into the enemy planes if they did not get out of range.

The arriving Abu Arabian ships, like the Abu Arabian vessels already engaged, fired 750 Sayeff Missiles and 250 Mujahadeen missiles at the Parthian fleet.

The four united Caliph dreadnoughts fired vollies of their huge armour piercing shells at the enemy naval fleet, a rain of fury and death.

??????
The camp fire crackled, sending some sparks and embers shooting through the night sky. It was quiet and all the soldiers were sleeping peacefully with the few snipers providing cover against random troop patrols. The Captain crawled out of his private tent dressed fully in battle gear and surveyed the night sky. The few stars visible twinkled. He coughed slightly before he spoke hoarsly.

"All right. Delta teams awake. Ranger teams awake. Its time to rise and shine ladies."

Moans and groans came from the various tents littered around the camp as the small amount of soldiers awoke to their Captain's voice. Within minutes the platoon was dressed in full battle gear and were checking their weapons.

"Ok! The 66 Delta Force Operatives here are going to be divided into groups. Before we were deployed you were given ID#s. You will be group by the 11's. So ID#1-ID#11 will be Delta 3-1 and so on. Rangers with ID#7-ID#13 will be providing overwatch."

The soldiers snapped to attention and saluted Groswold.

"Yessir!"

"You will all be deployed by the 2 remaining Ka-60 Kasatkas and they will come back for the remaining few."

Delta 3-1 and Delta 3-2 rushed for the first Kasatka...

[OOC: Sorry for not posting anything in three days, I'll hopefully get something in today.]

The Parthian shells and missiles flew towards the Abu Arabian fleet, prompting The Caliph Abu and The Caliph Ali defence systems to activate, firing hundreds of counter missiles to blast the missles out of the sky.

Still, the defensive measures could not stop 4 Destroyers and 2 Frigates from being hit, some disabled and laying powerless in the water, some listing.

750 Sayeff missiles and 250 Mujahadeen missiles were fired in return by the Abu Arabian fleet at the Parthian Destroyers, Carriers and frigates.

In the air, Abu Arabian 3 JA-03's and 3 JA-94's were hit by the sidewinder missiles and 20mm rounds, the planes hit by multiple impacts.

Abu Arabian reinforcements began to arrive, in the form of two more Caliph dreadnoughts, several Destroyers, several Carriers and Frigates.

From the carriers, 35 Stealth Jihad al-ansar Fighter/Bombers (SJA-FB) arrived, joined by air reinforcements in the shape of 320 JA-03's and 120 JA-94's, who immeadiatly fired 500 sidewinder missiles at the enemy air force.
A number of The SJA-FB's fired Sayeff missiles at the Parthian fleet, whilst others engaged the Parthian's planes, firing Shrapnel missiles, a missile potent that even if hit and exploded before detonation, the shrapnel would still spray everywhere, shredding into the enemy planes if they did not get out of range.

The arriving Abu Arabian ships, like the Abu Arabian vessels already engaged, fired 750 Sayeff Missiles and 250 Mujahadeen missiles at the Parthian fleet.

The four united Caliph dreadnoughts fired vollies of their huge armour piercing shells at the enemy naval fleet, a rain of fury and death.

Satellite guided systems sprang into action, firing an accurate barrage of SM-2s at the enemy planes and missiles. Three destroyers were hit, and one was sinking rapidly. The shells came in, hitting two frigates and tearing them in half. The response was quick, the Parthians knew their missiles would not phase the enemies, but something else new would. 550 Harpoon missiles shot off, followed by more missiles looking deceptivley like harpoons, but designed to spray a light areosol of liquefied pig lard over a large area and to contaminate the Muslim ships. The six superdreadnoughts followed up, firing massive volleys of shells towards the Arabian crusiers and carriers, having their guns aimed by fire control computers directed by satellites. 8 inch shells of destroyers joined in, but rather than firing normal shells, theirs would burst in the air and spray pig lard everywhere.

OOC: Nearly all AAMs are shapnel missiles.

IC: 20 more F-22s were hit, those who were hit and loosing altitude fast turned their planes and prepared to kamikaze into the enemy fleet. From Oman, 375 more F-22s and 25 new F-78 planes, recently introduced into the Parthian arsenals moved in rapidly, unleashing 350 AIRAAMs and closing in to fire another volley of 700 sidewinders while many moved in to engage the stealth aircraft, visible during the day with their 20mm cannons while the majority of the airplanes attacked the rest.

Meanwhile, creeping out of the Persian Gulf, three SSBNs and ten SSNs were silently stalking into the Indian Ocean. They had a clear target: the homeland of Abu Arabia.

[OOC: Yes, I know I'm a late comer. This is open, and I have legitimate concern for The Macabees.]

Official Statement of the Novikovian Government

Unable to escape the growing scope of this conflict, and feeling obliged to support our ally, The Second Empire, both in and out of the IADF Charter's framework, the Government of Novikov officially announces it's involvement in this conflict in support of The Second Empire, who we see as honoring legitimate alliances. We, therefore, involve ourselves in the same manner, honoring our alliance to The Macabees and those who support her.

We therefore issue a decleration of war against the following nations:

Melgaria
Abu Arabia

We also announce our public intent to deploy the 1st Naval Strike Group to the Malgerian Sea in order to protect The Parthians and The Macabees, both of which have forces in the area. We do this in the genuine hope of protecting innocent Parthian civilians and servicemen from these acts of unwaranted agression.

-Prime Minister Ulyanov

Forces deployed:

3x LHD-1 Wasp-Class Amphibious Assault Ships (20x AV-8 Harriers Each)
2x Kirov-Class Guided Missile Crusers
5x Sovremenny-Class Destroyers
8x Neustrashimy-Class Frigates
6x Gepard-Class Frigates
4x PS1191 Patrol/Escort Corvettes
4x NPM-N SS-02 "Sabre" Deisel-Electric Submarines
2x Akula-Calss Nuclear Submarines

Official Statement from Maldaathi
The nation of Maldaathi welcomes your involvment in this war and hopes it will stimulate all communications and trade between our fair nations

Databurst to Novikov
Our fleets are open to yours if you wish to rondevouz with us. Our AWACs, ASW, and CAP will offer you some of the best naval protection known to man, and make your ships almost impregnable.

OOC: What DOES AWACS do? And why aren't you giving me protection?

Satellite guided systems sprang into action, firing an accurate barrage of SM-2s at the enemy planes and missiles. Three destroyers were hit, and one was sinking rapidly. The shells came in, hitting two frigates and tearing them in half. The response was quick, the Parthians knew their missiles would not phase the enemies, but something else new would. 550 Harpoon missiles shot off, followed by more missiles looking deceptivley like harpoons, but designed to spray a light areosol of liquefied pig lard over a large area and to contaminate the Muslim ships. The six superdreadnoughts followed up, firing massive volleys of shells towards the Arabian crusiers and carriers, having their guns aimed by fire control computers directed by satellites. 8 inch shells of destroyers joined in, but rather than firing normal shells, theirs would burst in the air and spray pig lard everywhere.

OOC: Nearly all AAMs are shapnel missiles.

IC: 20 more F-22s were hit, those who were hit and loosing altitude fast turned their planes and prepared to kamikaze into the enemy fleet. From Oman, 375 more F-22s and 25 new F-78 planes, recently introduced into the Parthian arsenals moved in rapidly, unleashing 350 AIRAAMs and closing in to fire another volley of 700 sidewinders while many moved in to engage the stealth aircraft, visible during the day with their 20mm cannons while the majority of the airplanes attacked the rest.

Meanwhile, creeping out of the Persian Gulf, three SSBNs and ten SSNs were silently stalking into the Indian Ocean. They had a clear target: the homeland of Abu Arabia.

The Parthian missiles and shells streaked towards the Abu Arabian fleet, who put up a defensive shield of missiles, but still, three Destroyers were hit, along with two frigates, all of them in various states of disablement, from being powerless and on fire, to listing, or sinking.

The kamikaze Parthian planes hurtling towards the Abu Arabian fleet were easy slow targets for the air defence missiles of the Abu Arabian vessels, one plane distentegrating as it crashed into the sea, The Caliph Ali ploughing through the wreckage like some unstoppable juggernaught, seemingly emphasising a point about futile resistance offered by The Parthians that earned cheers from the Abu Arabians who beared witness.

A few of the liquified pig lard missiles and shells got through, spraying Abu Arabian vessels, doing no harm....apart from the appalling smell.

The commander of The Caliph Abu, which had been sprayed by a missile of pig lard, called over the radio to the Abu Arabian fleet: "Brothers, this shows just how filthy and primitive these infidels are. Rise above it, and make them scream for their mothers!"

8 inch and 16 inch guns from the Abu Arabian fleet fired hundreds of shells at the Parthian fleet, including shells that when detonated, were designed to spread excrement from camels with bad diarrorhea over the Parthian vessels. The Four Caliph dreadnoughts joined in the attack, firing their huge, high accurate, heavy armour piercing 32 inch shells at designated targets in the Parthian fleet.

20 Abu Arabian JA-94's were hit by the wave of Parthian aerial attacks, exploding into fireballs, or crippled, aiming themselves at Parthian planes to try to take them out with them.

The Abu Arabian SJA-FB's made evasive techniques from the Parthian planes attacking with their 2omm guns, nevertheless, despite the superior agility, 2 were shot down, peppermarked by 20mm fire.

The Abu Arabian planes responded, firing 500 sidewinders along with 350 Defence of Islam Missiles (AIRAAMs) while the SJA-FB's darted around like persistent terriers of the air, firing missiles and 20mm cannons at close range, before darting away, only to make another attack.


Further out to sea, outside the main battle, Abu Arabian vessels stood poised, ready to fire Mujahadeen Cruise Missiles (Tomahawks) at designated targets in the homeland of The Parthians.

They were joined in this readiness by three SSBN's and ten SSN's nearby.


To: Novikov
From: Caliph Abu of The Islamic al-nasr Khilafah of Abu Arabia

I know you paid off Towcrowkia so that you could enter this war without the fear of Towcrokia attacking you, which only leads me to further not trust unbelievers and infidels.

Which is why I look forward to seeing my Islamic al-nasr Khilafah crush you.

I'm going to enjoy it immensely.

Sit back, and suffer the destruction of your nation, infidel.

It is Allah's will, so shall be reality.

Caliph Abu of The Islamic al-nasr Khilafah of Abu Arabia



OOC: The Parthians and everybody, I will not be able to answer RPs addressed to myself until Monday, so I ask that although you can address an RP at me, please don't expect a reply and acknowledgement until Monday.

I'm sorry about the inconveniance this may cause.

ooc: Parthians, I still have planes engaged with you in the air, correct? And I believe al-Sabar launched a sub attack against you a while back. I may have missed it, sorry.

OOC: Noone still tells me what AWACs is....

Official Statement to all involved Nations
To all involved nations in this war. Tocrowkia and I have signed a Non-Aggression Pact due to my siding with Tocrowkia in another war.

bump

Jeanette Armand was about to pull into the garage of her swank condo when her cell phone rang. “Answer,” she said to the phone, and in a moment later she heard the click of a connection.

“This is Jeanette,” she said, all business. But then, Jeanette was all business all the time.

“This is Frank Moran,” replied the terse voice on the other end. “I have unwelcome news.”

“Ratings?” she replied.

“No, worse. Justin DeVry is overdue,” said Frank quietly.

She very nearly swore. “What was his last update?”

“He was following up on the Tocrowkian rumour”, he replied.

Is that what we’re calling it now? The Tocrowkian “rumour”? “Nothing further?” she asked.

“No”, Frank replied. “He hired a driver and a vehicle, and took a crew back into the desert to check it out.”

Safely in her garage, she cut the engine on her BMW. Silent for a moment, she finally said, “O.K., I’ll get something going on the ground.”

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Fifteen minutes later, another phone rang. Michael Blanc was sitting in bed, reading some documents. He tapped the button on the speakerphone. “Yes, Ruby?”

“Mr. President, I have Jeanette Armand of ABC on the line.”

Michael Blum smiled. She could have just said Jeanette Armand, or even just Jeanette, he mused, but since when has Ruby ever been anything other than professional?

“I’ll take the call,” he said. Like there was a chance in H_ll he wouldn’t.

A moment, and then Jeanette’s voice: “Michael, I’m terribly sorry to bother you, but we have a possible … situation.”

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Ahmed Abadi was surprised to be taking a call at this hour from Carl Auvergne, head of Allemande’s special interest section at the Ayaddhi Embassy. Allemande was still working on establishing the proper diplomatic communications channels in Malgeria, so to hear from Auvergne after hours was most out of the ordinary.

“What can I do for you, Mr. Auvergne?”

“It might be nothing,” said Carl Auvergne, “And I certainly don’t expect anything extraordinary here, but one of our reporters is missing in the rural area just east of Malger.”

Abadi snorted. “We’re at war, Mr. Auvergne. Surely you don’t expect us to mount a search.”

“Not at all, Mr. Abadi”, replied Auvergne smoothly. “We understand that’s simply not feasible. But we also thing it’s unlikely that he needs one. We think he’s probably gotten lost and ended up in the wrong place. Or maybe”, said the Charge d’Affairs, “He inadvertently wandered into a restricted area.” Auvergne paused, and then continued: “Either way, we’d appreciate it if you put out the word, and made sure nothing happened to him.”

Abadi hestitated. What was this about?!?

“Why don’t you just wait and see if he turns up? What’s the hurry?”

Carl Auvergne sighed audibly. “Mr. DeVry – that’s his name, ‘Justin DeVry’ – is the son of a very man who has contributed a lot of money to the President’s various political campaigns. With your new popular government, you’re going to find that influence never goes away.”

“So let’s just say that my government cares very much about what happens to DeVry, and we’d appreciate anything you can do to make sure he’s safe, even if it’s only having people keep an eye out for him.”

Abadi was skeptical. “I doubt there’s a lot we can do.”

“Well”, said Auvergne, “Reporters being reporters, there’s a chance that he’s gotten himself picked up for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Westerners are used to more press freedom than other countries often grant. If that happens,” he continued, pausing for just a moment to emphasize the next few words, “we’d really appreciate your letting us know you have him before you do anything, to give us a chance to give him whatever help we can, if not to work something out between our two governments.”

There it is again, thought Abadi. What’s going on here?

“Is there some reason why I should expect him to be found somewhere where he doesn’t belong?” asked Abadi, with audible suspicion.

“He’s a reporter”, Auvergne replied, with pronounced annoyance. “They seem to have a knack for that sort of thing. We in the Diplomatic Corps have gotten used to bailing them out of hot water. It’s why they pay us the big bucks.”

Abadi was utterly unconvinced. I’ll lay odds that this guy is a spy, and he’s gone missing, he mused. So now they’re trying to bring their boy in, and maybe minimize the damage.

“I’ll talk to the necessary people”, Abadi replied. “I won’t promise anything.”

“Thanks, Ahmed”, Auvergne said, soothingly. “I knew I could count on you to do something for us. Please keep me posted.”

After the conversation had ended, Adadi poured himself a cup of tea and sat, thinking. Among the kaffirs, these Allemanders have been one of the friendlier regimes. That doesn’t mean we can trust them, and it certainly doesn’t mean they wouldn’t spy on us. Your friends, he thought, often try harder to sniff out your secrets than your enemies. They can’t afford to be nailed by nasty surprises on the part of nations in whom they’ve invested so much political capital.

A spy was a spy, of course. Loathsome, and deserving of whatever might happen to him. Necessary – he had spies, after all – but still loathsome. Yet it seldom paid to kill your friends’ spies: often, a quiet little deal could be worked up to everyone’s “benefit”, and the whole thing would get swept under the rug.

Then again, Malgeria was losing allies at a staggering rate. It might well be losing its non-committed “friends”, too. Had the Allemanders changed sides? he wondered.

Either way, he needed to pass this upstairs.

For what he hoped would be the last time that night, Abdul Abadi picked up the phone.

A moment, and then a rough voice. “Hello?”

“Farouk, this is Abdul Abadi, I just had a most interesting phone call…”

Justin sat in the darkness. It hadn’t been much more than an hour, but it seemed like an eternity. He’d been separated from the others – deliberately, since isolation would aid interrogation. Alone, he gathered his thoughts and contemplated his options. He might not get out of this alive; consequently he had an obligation to make sure that the others – all completely innocent of any wrongdoing – were spared of harm ... if he could.

The cell door opened. Three guards, faces covered, entered the room. One had an assault rifle at ready, safety off; the other two had only sidearms – a precaution in case he tried to overpower them. While the third stood aside, these two grabbed him roughly and dragged him to his feet.

It begins, he thought.

The interrogation room was an utter cliché: two chairs facing each other across a plain table underneath a suspended ceiling fixture with a single bare, glaring bulb. The two toughs dumped him roughly into one chair and stood nearby, while the third guard remained apart, silent, weapon still at ready.

Opposite him was a young man bearing the insignia of a junior officer, probably a lieutenant. He had no face covering, allowing Justin to see his handsome face and piercing eyes. He did not look like a sadist, which was good. But he did look determined, which was bad.

They sat silent for a few minutes, as the lieutenant made a show of going through his effects. It’s not like he didn’t do this hours ago, Justin thought. He’s doing it for show, to let me know that he knows everything I had on my person when they found us.

Finally, the lieutenant spoke.

“Do you speak Arabic?” he asked.

“Yes,” Justin replied.

“Good,” he said. He took up Justin’s passport. “From Allemande?”

“Yes,” said Justin.

“Who do you work for?” he asked. This is my opening for a confession, and a speedy bullet to the back of the head, thought Justin.

“The World Service of the Allemande Broadcasting Corporation,” he said. His press pass was in that same pile of effects.

“What are you doing here?” the lieutenant asked, eyes narrowing.

“I was asked to visit a Bedouin village,” he said, “To interview the people there and get their thoughts – on the Revolution, the war with Parthia – for broadcast back home.”

“You don’t think these people support us?” he asked, angrily.

Touchy, Justin thought. Let’s take advantage of that.

“No, I think they do, and I think that people need to see that. King Fasad was a real piece of work – corrupt and vicious all in one package. You can’t tell me that the Malgerian people aren’t better off under a government of their own. I want to give them a chance to say that – in their own words.’

He waited. Finally, the lieutenant asked, “Which village were you going to?”

Here it comes, Justin thought. “Sidi Bishir.”

“Sidi Bishir,” said the lieutenant slowly, “Is almost twenty kilometers from here.”

“We took a wrong turn, and then compounded that mistake,” Justin said.

“Oh,” said the lieutenant. “And I suppose that explains why you were parked in a gully half a mile from here with your lights off.” A slight smile passed his lips. “We get visitors all the time.”

Justin winced. Now comes the hard part. “Coming up the road near sunset we thought we’d found a settlement, but then we saw the trucks and the armed guards. We realized this was a military facility and decided to turn off the road, turn off our lights, and try to figure out where we were before we did anything else. After all,” he finished, “we could hardly come knock on your door and ask directions – not in wartime. We didn’t want to get into any trouble.”

The lieutenant eyed him carefully. “That’s plausible.” He paused. “It’s also plausible that you and your companions are spies.”

Justin inhaled deeply. “We’re not spies. Of course you have to make sure that’s true, so that’s why we’re having this … conversation.

“But whatever you think of me,” he continued, “My companions have done nothing wrong. The other two Allemanders, well, I sign their expense reports and they follow me around wherever I go. And as for our driver, I hired him off the streets of Malger this morning; we’d never met until then.” He paused as second before finishing. “I urge you to let them all go, because they really haven’t done anything other than drive around with me, at my direction.”


The lieutenant eyed him carefully. Finally, he spoke. “They will be interrogated separately, and dealt with individually. Let’s stick to you.”

He thumbed through Justin’s pocket notebook. More show, mused Justin. He’s stalling for time; that, or effect. Justin had written nothing suspicious in his notebook.

Finally, the lieutenant set down the notebook and picked up a plastic card with a metal clip. He looked Justin straight in the eye.

“What’s this?” he asked.

“A dosimeter,” Justin replied.

“And it’s used for…?” asked the lieutenant.

“To measure background radiation.”

“Why would you need a dosimeter to interview a tribe of Bedouins?” spat the lieutenant.

“A friend of mine in the press corps is afraid that the Parthians will go nuclear. She brought dosimeter and iodine tablets, and insisted that we keep them on our persons at all times.”

“I don’t believe you,” he said simply. Then he motioned to the guards flanking Justin.

Pain shot along his arms and across his back. There would be no physical damage, but that hardly mattered.

When they were through, the lieutenant began again.

“These dosimeters – why do you have them? What source of radiation do you expect to find in the desert? Speak!”

This is going to be a long night, thought Justin. Why do the dosimeters mean so much to him?

OOC: I had forgotten about the dosimeters and the iodine tablets that Fatima Ajouff brought with her to Malgeria - and would have insisted on sharing with Justin and his crew. Then, when the Fedayeen captured our friends, I remembered them - and realized that I hadn't considered their presence.

Just another example of surpirsing yourself at RP, I guess. It fits the story beautifully.

OOC: Noone still tells me what AWACs is....

Advance Warning Air Control System (?)..basically a an airscreen with RADAR arrays reading for incoming aircraft and missiles.

The Novikovian submarines, initially reporting on the continuing conflict, were ordered to join the battle just an hour after the first decleration of war went out. The rest of the fleet was expected to begin arriving in eighteen hours.

NPS-11, with Trotsky's combat-hradended crew, as well as their sister vessel, NPS-20, both of the Sabre design, now joined with the other four submarines on this deployment, moved in on the already raging battle. Approaching from around the south edge of Kzir Island, they move cautiously in, skirting towards the Parthian fleet's position. On their approach, however, they encountered some unexpected resistance.

From an apparently clear sea, a sudden flood of sonar contacts emerged, some thirty-one counted in less than two minutes; clearly a massed attack.

"Torps in the water! Bearing on known Parthian positions. I think we've got hostiles."

"Ahead slow, start picking firing solutions. Helm, put the layer between us and their submarines." Trotsky's orders came without hesitation.

"Rodger, making depth eight-zero meters, ahead slow."

"Good." Trotsky lifted the intercom. "Load noisemakers in tubes five and six, prepare for possible firing."

Minutes passed as these orders were carried out. Finally, the awaited response came. "Depth eight-zero. We have a solution on three hostiles."

Trotsky pulled a cigarette out, gnawing on the filter as he made his decision.

"Flood tubes one through four, load solutions into one to three. Four on standby. Fire when ready."

The orders were quickly followed and, perhaps thirty seconds later, three distinct shudders notified Trotsky of their completion.

"Tubes one through three fired! All going well. Thirty seconds to impact..."

"... Wire broken on fish one! Going to active ping. Looks like she's zoning in on two's target."

"New contact, thirty-degrees. Reciving solution now!"

"NPS-20 and NPS-24 are confirmed firing. More torps in the water."

"Damn!" The string of reports was broken by an excited sonarman. "Our Akula just fired over our head. They're making their shots and breaking away. Speed four-zero."

By the time a tense twenty seconds had passed, nearly thirty Novikovian torpedoes were in the water, mostly TEST-71MKE Electronic Homing fish, making a run towards some fifteen seperate targets, all assumed to be hostile submarines.

"Multiple impacts reported." The sonar crew was suprisingly quiet. "I can't tell what's going on with ours, but I have at least two hull compressions. I'd chalk up at least one k-"

Interupting, another voice rang out, "Solution ready and loaded in tube four. target, unknown, three-zero degrees, depth fifty, range four knots. Permission to fire?"

"Fire." Trotsky sighed. The battle was becoming too much for him to follow. "Helm, full turn, speed full. Let's get out of here. Tupe five, fire a noisemaker into the group."

With that last shot, NPS-11 made a break, heading with three other submarines back as fast as they could towards suspected friendly positions, trying to put distance between the enemy they had just engaged. NPS-20 and NPS-21 were both unaccounted for, presumably still in the engagement.

[OOC: If you couldn't tell, this is an attack on Al-Sabar's sub fleet attacking Parthian vessels.]

[I'm impatient, so consider this thread bumped.]

OOC: My apologies on having not posted recently. School has been eating me lately, and I've had little time to do anything else. I'll be sure to get to IC responses a little later tonight after I take care of some other things. Also, good work on everyone's part so far. This is shaping up quite nicely.

Statement from the Government of the Holy Islamic Republic of Malgeria:

We need everything you can contribute to us, friend. Armaments and military vehicles should be our first priority, though monetery donations, food, and medical supplies will be needed as well.

Sheikh Muhammad Abdul-Aziz,
Advisor to Imam Abdul-Bari

Alexonium, home to a signifigant Muslim minority, send aid of ALJ [Alexonium Joint] 35'000'000

Alexonium, home to a signifigant Muslim minority, send aid of ALJ [Alexonium Joint] 35'000'000

We first notify the government of Alexonium that this is not a religious war adn that all true Muslus states, such as Ottoman Khaif, have condemned this war. We also advise Alexonium to withdrawl their aid or face a possible raids on Alexonium shipping by Novikovian submarines. You have no readon to become invilved, and we will not tolerate the death of our or our allies citizens by weapons bought with your states funds.

Signed,
Prime Minister Ulyanov.
Director of the Military William Pripevski.

We first notify the government of Alexonium that this is not a religious war adn that all true Muslus states, such as Ottoman Kajif, have condemned this war. We also advise Alexonium to withdrawl their aid or face a possible raids on Alexonium shipping by Novikovian submarines. You have no readon to become invilved, and we will not tolerate the death of our or our allies citizens by weapons bought with your states funds.

Signed,
Prime Minister Ulyanov.
Director of the Military William Pripevski.
OOC:At least spell my name right..its Ottoman Khaif not Ottoman Kajif!

[OOC: Sorry.]

It was done via a fundraiser by the AMA [Alexonium Muslim Association]. The Emir's government has nothing to do with that.

The Parthian missiles and shells streaked towards the Abu Arabian fleet, who put up a defensive shield of missiles, but still, three Destroyers were hit, along with two frigates, all of them in various states of disablement, from being powerless and on fire, to listing, or sinking.

The kamikaze Parthian planes hurtling towards the Abu Arabian fleet were easy slow targets for the air defence missiles of the Abu Arabian vessels, one plane distentegrating as it crashed into the sea, The Caliph Ali ploughing through the wreckage like some unstoppable juggernaught, seemingly emphasising a point about futile resistance offered by The Parthians that earned cheers from the Abu Arabians who beared witness.

A few of the liquified pig lard missiles and shells got through, spraying Abu Arabian vessels, doing no harm....apart from the appalling smell.

The commander of The Caliph Abu, which had been sprayed by a missile of pig lard, called over the radio to the Abu Arabian fleet: "Brothers, this shows just how filthy and primitive these infidels are. Rise above it, and make them scream for their mothers!"

8 inch and 16 inch guns from the Abu Arabian fleet fired hundreds of shells at the Parthian fleet, including shells that when detonated, were designed to spread excrement from camels with bad diarrorhea over the Parthian vessels. The Four Caliph dreadnoughts joined in the attack, firing their huge, high accurate, heavy armour piercing 32 inch shells at designated targets in the Parthian fleet.

20 Abu Arabian JA-94's were hit by the wave of Parthian aerial attacks, exploding into fireballs, or crippled, aiming themselves at Parthian planes to try to take them out with them.

The Abu Arabian SJA-FB's made evasive techniques from the Parthian planes attacking with their 2omm guns, nevertheless, despite the superior agility, 2 were shot down, peppermarked by 20mm fire.

The Abu Arabian planes responded, firing 500 sidewinders along with 350 Defence of Islam Missiles (AIRAAMs) while the SJA-FB's darted around like persistent terriers of the air, firing missiles and 20mm cannons at close range, before darting away, only to make another attack.


Further out to sea, outside the main battle, Abu Arabian vessels stood poised, ready to fire Mujahadeen Cruise Missiles (Tomahawks) at designated targets in the homeland of The Parthians.

They were joined in this readiness by three SSBN's and ten SSN's nearby.


OOC: The Parthians and everybody, I will not be able to answer RPs addressed to myself until Monday, so I ask that although you can address an RP at me, please don't expect a reply and acknowledgement until Monday.

I'm sorry about the inconveniance this may cause.

OOC: Aren't they Muslims? The pig lard is unclean and will contaminate them, preventing their entrance to paradise.

IC: The radios kicked up on nonsecure transmissions, with Admiral Shapur Bakhitar speaking over the radio from his flagship, the Shah Bahram. "Congratulations, you are now unclean and cannot enter heaven, the weapons were filled with pig lard."

The camel dung weapons exploded, convincing the Persians that the Arabs were indeed barbarians, and when the lethal shells and missiles tore two destroyers apart, having broken through the defense network, response came quick. The Persian fleet was a sheet of flame as a barrage of missiles, almost 1500 harpoons from the 160 ships the Parthians had in the area fired away. Every gun tore a chorus of light and sound as shells from over a hundred vessels kept firing, lighting up the bright sky in a deafening roar. Frigates unleashed a barrage of 55 Mk-48 ADCAP torpedoes towards the massive battleships the enemy owned. It was a chorus of death, designed to cripple the little enemy fleet in one fell swoop.

In the skies above, another 25 F-22s were downed in balls of flame. The remaining planes, numbering almost a thousand moved around at point blank range unleashing a combined volley of 500 AIRAAMs and 700 sidewinders while 20mm cannons cut into enemy planes. Captian Bijan Taheri cruised the skies in his F-78, tearing up an enemy plane with a sheet of fire from his 20mm cannon, then rapidly pulling up and back to avoid another enemy plane. Capt. Taheri knew what he was doing as he spoke in to his radio, "Fight on for the Shah, for Parthia, death here is for the glory of Ahura Mazda. Then, in one united chant, the Parthian pilots spoke the Ahunwar

"Yathâ ahû vairyô athâ ratush ashâtcît hacâ vanghêush dazdâ mananghô shyaothananãm anghêush mazdâi xshathremcâ ahurâi â ýim drigubyô dadat vâstârem!!" (The will of the Lord is the law of righteousness.
The gifts of Vohu-mano to the deeds done in this world for Mazda.
He who relieves the poor makes Ahura king)

500 miles off the coast of Abu Arabia, a new threat came into being as the SSBNs manouvered slowly under the waves. Doors were opening, revealing rows of SLBMs which, with the turn of a key would fire off and bring in payloads of death. Parthia could affix many warheads to the missiles, biological, chemical, or nuclear. These were conventional however, 10 missiles had warheads which would break into bomblets, like a cluster bomb with a larger payload. 15 were warheads filled with fuel air explosives, which explodes slightly over the ground and released a cloud of aerosol under intense pressure, which ignites in a massive explosion capable of destroying a city block. Satellites in the skies above pinpointed highly populated areas for use on by cluster munitions and FAEs, but five mosques were also pinpointed for attack by a new weapon, five missiles which sprayed pig lard on the building and would contaminate it. Each of the subs with their coordinates established fired off the missiles, each one racing off towards Abu Arabia's capital at an intense speed.

Official Statement by the Tocrowkian Parliment in reaction to the rumors Surrounding the Novikov "Rumor and the non-agression pact with Maldaathi

"In response to the growing rumor that Novikov payed our goverment off so we would not attack them, it is false. We are shocked that Novikov would even involve it self in the war, considering what we have done for them in the past. We sent in our fleet when they were at war with Seversky!


And in reply to our non-agression pact with Maldaathi, we are willing to disregard it if circumstances request it. We remain, and will remain, Malgeria, and the other Muslim nations involved, faithfull ally. Together, through the grace of god, we will protect Malgeria."

??????
The camp fire crackled, sending some sparks and embers shooting through the night sky. It was quiet and all the soldiers were sleeping peacefully with the few snipers providing cover against random troop patrols. The Captain crawled out of his private tent dressed fully in battle gear and surveyed the night sky. The few stars visible twinkled. He coughed slightly before he spoke hoarsly.

"All right. Delta teams awake. Ranger teams awake. Its time to rise and shine ladies."

Moans and groans came from the various tents littered around the camp as the small amount of soldiers awoke to their Captain's voice. Within minutes the platoon was dressed in full battle gear and were checking their weapons.

"Ok! The 66 Delta Force Operatives here are going to be divided into groups. Before we were deployed you were given ID#s. You will be group by the 11's. So ID#1-ID#11 will be Delta 3-1 and so on. Rangers with ID#7-ID#13 will be providing overwatch."

The soldiers snapped to attention and saluted Groswold.

"Yessir!"

"You will all be deployed by the 2 remaining Ka-60 Kasatkas and they will come back for the remaining few."

Delta 3-1 and Delta 3-2 rushed for the first Kasatka...

OOC: Could you show me your landing post? I can't find it.

Official Statement by the Tocrowkian Parliment in reaction to the rumors Surrounding the Novikov "Rumor and the non-agression pact with Maldaathi

"In response to the growing rumor that Novikov payed our goverment off so we would not attack them, it is false. We are shocked that Novikov would even involve it self in the war, considering what we have done for them in the past. We sent in our fleet when they were at war with Seversky!


And in reply to our non-agression pact with Maldaathi, we are willing to disregard it if circumstances request it. We remain, and will remain, Malgeria, and the other Muslim nations involved, faithfull ally. Together, through the grace of god, we will protect Malgeria."

The Novikovian Government is likewised shocked at this rumor which has sprung up, we believe, as a deperate attempt to remove support for our legitimate war effort. We will not be detered.

It is not the intentions of the Novikovian people to become involved in a war against those we would consider friends. Yet it is also not our policy to allow our allies to rot on the battlefield. The Tocrowkians must understand we have done nothing to suggest hostile intentions against Tocrowkia, and we will not fire on any Tocrowkian vessel unless first fired upon. We furthermore incourage Tocrowkia to remove herself from this war to avoid further casualties. We must also, however, issue a warning that, should Tocrowkian vessels attack Novikovian assets in Malgeria or elsewhere in the world, we will not hesitate to retaliate to the full extent of our power.

Signed,
Prime Minister Ulyanov and All Members of Parliament.

It was done via a fundraiser by the AMA [Alexonium Muslim Association]. The Emir's government has nothing to do with that.

My government is not concerned with the means these funds were aquired. We demand that they be held in Alexonium and not sent to Malgeria. Need we remind you that your nation holds no defense budget to mention? (http://www.sunsetrpg.com/nsxmlparser.php)

-Pripevski

My government is not concerned with the means these funds were aquired. We demand that they be held in Alexonium and not sent to Malgeria. Need we remind you that your nation holds no defense budget to mention? (http://www.sunsetrpg.com/nsxmlparser.php)

-Pripevski
While we do not support the Alexonium in financially supporting a Jihad we will recognize their right to do so if they so choose. Though we have no stand alliance with them will move to intercept and turn back any invasion of their liberties.
500 miles off the coast of Abu Arabia, a new threat came into being as the SSBNs manouvered slowly under the waves. Doors were opening, revealing rows of SLBMs which, with the turn of a key would fire off and bring in payloads of death. Parthia could affix many warheads to the missiles, biological, chemical, or nuclear. These were conventional however, 10 missiles had warheads which would break into bomblets, like a cluster bomb with a larger payload. 15 were warheads filled with fuel air explosives, which explodes slightly over the ground and released a cloud of aerosol under intense pressure, which ignites in a massive explosion capable of destroying a city block. Satellites in the skies above pinpointed highly populated areas for use on by cluster munitions and FAEs, but five mosques were also pinpointed for attack by a new weapon, five missiles which sprayed pig lard on the building and would contaminate it. Each of the subs with their coordinates established fired off the missiles, each one racing off towards Abu Arabia's capital at an intense speed.
6 Whitestar Destroyers dove in at a sharp angle firing all weapons at the missles destroying all but 1 piglard missle and 2 air-fuel bombs before they could reach their target locations.

Omega Prime, glorious Leader of the Omegans to;
Shah Khosru III of Parthia and Imam Abdul-Bari of Malgeria
I have decided that the time has come to step in and encourage further diplomatic talks between your nations. As a result the, predominantly, Christian nation of Omega the Black has sent the 1st, 5th, 6th and 12th surface fleets along with the 10th stellar fleet into the area to patrol the seas and skies between Malgeria and Persia. The fleets are in place to try and enforce the much called for peace talks and to escort any civilians out of either country to a neutral location for immigration to another country or return to their chosen country after the completion of hostilities. We encourage to call off this Jihad and Parthia to appologize for the attitude and recall their forces. We will now intercept any weapons targeting the civilian population of any country and destroy the weapons and whoever launched them. We have spared the subs this time but they have been actively id'ed and will be tracked from now on please keep them within your territorial waters to avoid a mistaken intention incident.

[OOC: Omega, are you sure that is necessary? Or reasonable? I know that I, at least, would much prefer it if you would keep spacecraft out of this RP.]

?????
The 6 Kasatkas touched down behind a grassy mountain and unloaded the small amount of supplies and troops. The Delta Force 3-2 operatives rushed over to the command squad sitting in one of the two Kasatkas staying behind.

"Alright 3-2 those Rangers over there.." he pointed to 2 squads of rangers. One was a group of snipers the other a group with MNMI M45 Assault Rifles. "Are providing overwatch while you execute the Operation. Not even our allies know of our being here. We didn't want to draw attention so there will only be the people you see here until our main force can make a shore landing. These people will be yor family till then. You will watch each others back. You will respect one and another and follow orders. We must make do with what we got. Now set up the tents and prepare to camp till tommorow night when we will begin the Op. Ranger Squad 110th (the snipers) will guard the area till then. That is all!"

The Delta team snapped to attention and saluted Captain Groswold and began pitching tents for the night.

OOC: There it is there. I beleive it is possible for 6 Kasatkas to slip by defenses. Batteries would not be around the island as that would be a absurd amount of money for upkeep

My government is not concerned with the means these funds were aquired. We demand that they be held in Alexonium and not sent to Malgeria. Need we remind you that your nation holds no defense budget to mention? (http://www.sunsetrpg.com/nsxmlparser.php)

-Pripevski

I'm sorry, but private organizations that do not violate or laws will not be stopped by our government. We are neutral, and weather our people decide to send assistance to someone you just so happen not to like is not of our concern. Take it up with them, sentence them in absentia, and if they cause any trouble ON ALEXONIUM SOIL they will be tried as such.

Anything besdies that is imperalism and bullying. Geez, it's just 35M joints, get over it.

T.H.L condemms this war, but as we have no army to speak of, we will shut up.

[Kzir Island]
The sattelites orbiting the planet manifold times faster than the rotation of the planet had done their job quiet nicely and had already betrayed the positions of thousands of enemy soldiers waiting along the beaches and ravines of Kzir island, including surface to air missile batteries and heavy defensive positions, which in turn opened the way for the Macabee amphibious landings on Kzir Island to neutralize it in order to further the chances of success for a landing on Melgaria Island proper, which was the Parthian's final objective in the war. The task of capturing Kzir Island had been given to the Macabees, and so the men of Task Force Sickel were told to begin military operations around Kzir Island immediately. However, the celebrated Grand Admiral Durgstaden von Laifsraggen had his command of Sickel cancelled and was transferred to the command of CTF-071 which was already off the coast of Morocco for a war envisioned against Chellis for control of the Straits of Gibraltar. The new commander of Task Force Sickel was Grand Admiral Albrecht von Tieters, a thirty-three year old commander with the maturity of a sixty year old, who barked twenty-four seven through the task force, putting men on their nerve - in short, he was reputed to cause disaster, which was the most likely explenation for the fact that this was his first ever command during a live war. However, with the much bigger picture of the Chellian crisis no admiral wanted a backwater command like the one that Grand Admiral Albrecht von Tieters was given and they opted for command posts in CTF-071. Grand Admiral Albrecht von Tieters, of course, with his reputation, took the command eagerly and as soon as he arrived he began his course, pushing all the sailors to the limit - he was fixated on a huge victory on Kzir Island before the Chellian war in order to put his name on the frontline news and mirror his biggest rival, Grand Admiral Durgstaden von Laifsraggen.

The battle raging above, in the Melgarian Sea, put the calm waters off Kzir Island in shame, however, Grand Admiral Albrecht von Tieters astutely saw this as an advantage and he was steady in his decision to make Kzir Island the focus point of the war until the Parthians invaded the vaunted mainland. Grand Admiral Albrecht von Tieters had already spoken to the Parthian commander and both had agreed that Kzir Island was the keystone of the defense of mainland Melgaria, as it provided either side with a floating carrier where air power could reach any corner of the country and thus defend or attack with impunity. In the hands of the Macabee this factor could very well decide the war, and Grand Admiral Albrecht von Tieters, however dogmatic in the way he ran the game, was no fool. So, as soon as he arrived at Task Force Sickel he prepared plans for the invasion of Kzir, and the day had arrived that the first amphibious landing on Melgaria, that had any chance of success, began.

http://img232.exs.cx/img232/4011/kzirisland4fe.gif (http://www.imageshack.us)

With the information received from the sattelites turning through the orbits in space the attacks began at 0100 hours the following morning, in the midst of the cool night sky, stars forming broad specks across the heavens. Off the two carriers a full fifty MMA-A1 Kondors and the newer MMA-A3 Falcon air superiority fighters spread their wings and took to the skies catapulting off the concrete and steel decks of the ships. The enemy had not seen the Falcon at play yet, and had only witnessed the MMA-A2 Hawk, which was not nearly as effective as the Falcon. So, the Kondors flew at their charactiristically low level, with a full ordnance load out of twelve MLAM-2 air to surface missiles and the Falcons flew at sixty thousand feet with their twenty MTAAM-3 air to air missiles, another weapon the enemy had not witnessed yet. The small, yet potent, air armada streaked through the skies, leaving banners of red, orange, and blue behind, as well as their own sound, going at speeds that even Jesus himself, the son of God, had not imagined during his time on Earth. While the Falcons remained the eye in the sky the Kondors struck hard, hitting surface to air missile battery, RADAR arrays, and large logistical camps and stockpile areas with their MLAM-2s. The MLAM-2s were unharnessed and they free fell for about ten feet before their solid rocket fuel boosters began to push them at the ungodly velocity of Mach 2.1, sea-skimming on top of the ocean, picking up water behind it. The MLAM-2 had a 200kg OctaNitroCubane warhead, the strongest synthesized non-nuclear explosive known to man, and they would do considerable damage to what they hit, if they hit at all. However, Macabee armamants were known for their deadly accuracy. These were fired from a distance of about a hundred kilometers, and after unshackeling their weapons the MMA-A1 Kondors, still flying low, made a hard turn and began to flee back to the carriers while the MMA-A3 Falcons scanned the air looking for potential threats and making sure that the Kondors made it back home safely, as their MTAAM-3 Silencer air to air missiels could outdistance those of any of the enemy present around Melgaria.

The attack, which included a total of six hundred MLAM-2 air to surface missiles fired, had lasted until around 0150, and precisely at that moment the three Rommel class Battleships present with the fleet began to open up divulging their eighteen inch rounds out of their eighteen inch railguns, plasma fields beaming around the respective cannon. With a force to be reckoned with the massive muzzles spat fire and steel and tungsten towards Kzir Island using laser guided shells to hammer Malgerian and other allied positions with a fiery inferno. The bombardment, which included forty-eight eighteen inch rounds per half a minute lasted until 0230 hours, meaning that a total of one thousand nine hundred and twenty rounds hit enemy positions within the entire island, making sure that all large defensive positions and large concentrations of men were raked with a deadly cannon fire, unprecendented in power within the last sixty years of history, although the Melgarians should have considered themselves lucky to not be the butt end of a more massive Macabee battleship fleet.

To finalize the pre-invasion bombardment the guided missile cruisers and guided missile destroyers opened their VLS tubings onboard and began to spit out MAAM Ausf. B Cruise Missile after cruise missile. The MAAM Ausf. B had a 800kg OctaNitroCubane warhead, and although it was a high flyer it nonetheless tore through the atmosphere at a velocity of Mach 4 to Mach 6, relative to the altitude it was flying at, with a SCRAMjet engine. One after the other they left the VLS tubes and within ten minutes a total of eight thousand cruise missiles were prepared to hit most of the enemy postions around Kzir Island, ready to cause thousands of casualties worth of dead and virtually open the island to Macabee occupation. However, it was to prove the first and only time for a long while that such a massive missile barrage would take place, as it was far too expensive to keep up in such a backwater war.

In any case, at 0240 hours hundreds of steel and wood landing ships were unharnessed from the fleet, laden with soldiers and material, and began their routine trip towards the coastline of Kzir Island, ready to strike two predefined positions along the coastline [OOC: Where the red arrows on the map are pointing at]. Within the bowels of those landing ships were two thousand infantry, and one hundred and twenty-five Panzerkampfwaggen X Muwatallis' main battle tanks, one of the heaviest battle tanks ever constructed - but they were beasts. Through the battles which would church the sands of Kzir Island the landing ships would put down the entire 1st Infanterie Divisionen and both airborne divisions, giving Macabee ground strength about forty-thousand infantry and a total of five hundred tanks. Although intelligence looked foward to about two thousand enemy infantry and an untold amount of tanks most senior officials were sure that the only conclusion possible was a breathtaking Macabee victory. Grand Admiral Albrecht von Tieters needed that victory before a Parthian victory on the mainland, and before a victory in Chellis - if the Chellian crisis turned to war.

So it could be said that Grand Admiral Albrecht von Tieters was to push the men on the ground to their furthest extremes to cease that early triumph and to bring honor and fame to the von Tieters name. The only outcome of such a pompous attitude was a large death toll - but it would take the experience of the situation in order to get it through Grand Admiral Albrecht von Tieters's head.

OOC: What DOES AWACS do? And why aren't you giving me protection?

[OOC: AWACS as said before is Advance Warning Air Control System, I believe, and you're on a totally different side of the island.]

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v251/Aryek/kzirisland4fe.gif
Diagram of Tocrowkian Coastal Defence Forces

"Move, Move!"

Shouted one of the Commanding officers. The Tocrowkian soldiers on the beaches, about 3,000 of them prepared to defend the beach. Odd's were stacked against them, but it didnt matter. Barbed wire and anti-tank obstacles littered the beaches, and machine gun turrents had exellent view of the beaches from atop man made hills.

"As soon as they land, light em' up..." Someone grumbled.

[OOC: No damage from the massive missile barrage and battleship barrage and air barrage? Same goes for Al-Sabath and Malgeria when they post - remember, I made a massive pre-landing barrage from air, sea and...sea... and I haven't landed just yet, waiting for responses first.]

I'm sorry, but private organizations that do not violate or laws will not be stopped by our government. We are neutral, and weather our people decide to send assistance to someone you just so happen not to like is not of our concern. Take it up with them, sentence them in absentia, and if they cause any trouble ON ALEXONIUM SOIL they will be tried as such.

Anything besdies that is imperalism and bullying. Geez, it's just 35M joints, get over it.

[OOC: Precisely the point. I'm trying to play a part. If you can't handle that, leave this forum. Some people do actually try to RP a character, instead of being a casual and chatty. Oh, and don't take things so personally. I'm being imperialist because that seems to be the trend Ulyanov is taking, if you'd follow my threads, and I'm a bully because, well, I'm a bastard. Deal with it, it's IC, unlike this, where my disliking you is genuine.]

While we do not support the Alexonium in financially supporting a Jihad we will recognize their right to do so if they so choose. Though we have no stand alliance with them will move to intercept and turn back any invasion of their liberties.

6 Whitestar Destroyers dove in at a sharp angle firing all weapons at the missles destroying all but 1 piglard missle and 2 air-fuel bombs before they could reach their target locations.

Omega Prime, glorious Leader of the Omegans to;
Shah Khosru III of Parthia and Imam Abdul-Bari of Malgeria
I have decided that the time has come to step in and encourage further diplomatic talks between your nations. As a result the, predominantly, Christian nation of Omega the Black has sent the 1st, 5th, 6th and 12th surface fleets along with the 10th stellar fleet into the area to patrol the seas and skies between Malgeria and Persia. The fleets are in place to try and enforce the much called for peace talks and to escort any civilians out of either country to a neutral location for immigration to another country or return to their chosen country after the completion of hostilities. We encourage to call off this Jihad and Parthia to appologize for the attitude and recall their forces. We will now intercept any weapons targeting the civilian population of any country and destroy the weapons and whoever launched them. We have spared the subs this time but they have been actively id'ed and will be tracked from now on please keep them within your territorial waters to avoid a mistaken intention incident.

OOC: So, you magically moved your fleets off the coast of Abu Arabia to intercept the missiles? And you have a spacefleet too... Look, thats godmodding, since you're new, I don't mind too much but let me tell you a few things. Firstly, you can't move your fleet across the world in time to stop an attack considering the fact the missiles would hit in minutes at most. Secondly, I am modern tech and do not RP against future tech nations.

OOC: There it is there. I beleive it is possible for 6 Kasatkas to slip by defenses. Batteries would not be around the island as that would be a absurd amount of money for upkeep

OOC: That is really not for you to decide, but I don't feel like contesting things OOC at the moment, so I'll give it to you.

*ahem* IC:

Unbeknownst to the recently landed Maldaathis, their deployment had not been as secretive as they had believed. The rumble of the helicopter engines had been heard formiles in every direction across the quiet, rocky terrain. A patrol of tribal Mujahideen fighters had even caught sight of the helicopters coming in under the darkening sky, and had alerted their compatriots.

The various hollows and tribal villages had instantly gone on alert, and the nearby hillsides, ravines, and rock valleys had swarmed with guerilla fighters. As velvet darkness fell over the area, scouts had witnessed the Maldaathis setting up camp. Perfectly hidden, they watched, as they had been taught to do since childhood by their fathers and grandfathers, hunting wild beasts with enfield rifles. The mujahideen of these coastal highlands were masters of vanishing into the terrain. They could remain perfectly still for hours, seemingly without breathing even. now their lifetime of practice was coming to fruition, though their prey was not animal, but Maldaathi.

He watched them through the scope of his lee enfield carbine, the silhouettes moving around casually in the darkness, keeping watch while others slept. His face was not covered, but blackened with charcoal, and a disguise of sand, rocks, and underbrush covered his perfectly still form. His eyes were accustomed to scanning the darkness, as most of the more difficult animals to hunt were nocturnal.

He was one of many who now watched from the ridges and the crevices between the rocks, silent in the still and quiet night, the only sound being the waves slowly breaking along the coast in the distance. He brought his scope over the head of one of the figures, and he felt his finger slipping towards the trigger. How he wished he could have pulled it, and ended the life of the kfir right then and there, but he moved his finger away again, knowing that the time was not yet. When the first rays of dawn fell, then they would be able to sting and fulfill their destinies. Then they would be able to see the officers, and cut the head off of the beast.

Dawn came softly, like an old man who was awakened in the wee hours of the day, yawning and stretching its way over the sea and sending the dim fingers of light over the shadowy rocks. Darkness had not yet begun to retreat en masse, and the Mujahideen were secure in their positions. As he saw that the time was drawing nigh, he tensed without moving, and his finger moved to the trigger. The officers were revealed to him as the camp began to stir, and his scope landed on the head of his newly found nemesis. He knew that the others were doing likewise, picking their targets and readying themselves. He would be the first to fire, and they would follow his signal. He inhaled slowly and deeply, and issued a prayer to Allah. His finger pressed the trigger, and the report echoed over the hills. It was repeated many times over as the signal was understood.

He picked another target, and fired, then again, until the six rounds of his clip had been emptied. Then, as the light began to make its final push inland, he broke, and retreated with the darkness. A lone cry of "Allahu Ackbar!" echoed eerily over the hills.

The first blow of the Jihad had been struck.

Kzir Island

Thunder fell heavily over the island, bright, loud, cacophonous fire bathing the early morning world in its pre-packaged chaos. If it was not for the meaning of the spectacle, one would have found it rather entertaining, like a fireworks display. The sheer cost of this devils' entertainment must have been magnanimous for all of it's glory, and it was amazing that the government and military had seen fit to enact the biggest demonstration of artillery power and prowess on such an insignificant island. But they had, and it would be fitting to let them bask in their pride and nationalism at least for a few moments.

The shells and other projectiles fell all across the landscape, smashing into hillsides, tearing down towers, wiping small villages off the map. The Malgerians had had no air to air batteries to speak of on the island, nor any important military facilities, so the shells and guided missiles fell largely on civilian centers or open ground. Macabee satellite operators had perhaps been intoxicated at the time of their reporting the locations of said targets of interest, and so enormous quantities of ordinance had literally gone completely to waste.

Still, the spectacular display did find itself yielding in some areas, and any Mujahideen fighters that had found themselves outside or above ground in the open at the time of the assault had been blown to tiny bits that now littered the landscape.

The city of Kzir itself had born the brunt of the bombardment, and most of the city was a smoking ruin, notmuch of a prize for anyone. At the beginning of the war, the large city had been largely evacuated of civilians, as had most of the other cities of reasonable size. Now the only people that remained were the Mujahideen. They had largely left the cities as well, recognizing them as major targets. Now those still on the island took shelter in remote locales, hollows in the hills, caves, sheltered rock valleys, and along the western coastal cliffs. Still, some fell in the bombardment, and as the smoke cleared a total of 2,000 able bodied warriors lay dead in the craters, along with 8,000 civilians.

500 miles off the coast of Malgeria, a Parthian SSBN lurked underneath the waves, preparing for a massive volley against the city of Anaydah. Satellites had surveyed the city, and when the doors to the tubes containing the missiles opened, the coordinates were plugged in and the missiles fired off at thousands of miles an hour. Five were aimed towards mosques in the city and were filled with pig lard which would contaminate a city block. The remainder were aimed for residential areas and were filled with fuel air explosives, which could destroy a city block by igniting a cloud of pressurized aerosols sprayed over an area or cluster munitions designed to kill thousands over a large area.

[OOC: Precisely the point. I'm trying to play a part. If you can't handle that, leave this forum. Some people do actually try to RP a character, instead of being a casual and chatty. Oh, and don't take things so personally. I'm being imperialist because that seems to be the trend Ulyanov is taking, if you'd follow my threads, and I'm a bully because, well, I'm a bastard. Deal with it, it's IC, unlike this, where my disliking you is genuine.]


Boy...


I have no reaction to this.

[Operation CAMBYSES]
Lieutenant Hans Obertguent turned his head up as the hiss of shells shrieked towards the island and that lay before the landing party as it moved foward through the blue waves. After every salvo a wave pushed the landing craft up and then back down which caused more than just a few men to vomit their breakfast into the sea, or onto another soldier. Indeed, even he himself was forced to divulge his food onto the floor of the landing craft receiving a hefty yell from the coxswain who drove it. In the horizon gigantic explosions pocketed the island and crafted giant bulbs of fire, red, orange and blue painting some sort of abstract masterpiece in the sky. However, it would soon turn out that the 'masterpiece' had failed horribly to reap the damage Grand Admiral Albrecht von Tieters envisioned in his chef-d'oeuvre and so it turned out that the battle for the island wouldn't be won by missiles and how much money Grand Admiral Albrecht von Tieters could actually spend on Kzir, but on blood. This became quite apparent when sattelite feeds proved to Grand Admiral Albrecht von Tieters that there were no lines, no unified divisions to sorround and destroy, there were only scant traces of an army. It was obvious that the battles which would take on Kzir Island were to be a hodgepodge of bloddy mountain melees and it was going to take the full force of the Macabee's infantry and armor to occupy the island effectively. Nonetheless, Grand Admiral Albrecht von Tieters was fully prepared to go the entire length to capture Kzir Island.

So, the two thousand men of the first wave, along with their hundred or so tanks, and other materials, including a dozen panzerwerfers, found themselves slowly moving on their hovercraft landing ships towards the island which would prove to be the Guadalcanal of the Malgerian War - a long, bloody, and frustrating campaign. The young lieutenant looked towards the sky and with his hand shaking reached down his shirt to grab onto a golden cross and he raised it to his mouth and kissed it, hoping that God had blessed him with the will to survive the battles to come. He then placed back on his chest, closed off his combat suit and then put on his green helmet. The landscape of the eastern coast was soon fully visible to the men on those landing craft and while they had celebrated the huge barrage which had been designed to destroy the brunt of the defenses their hopes soon fell again as the eastern coast lay largely unscathed. What was more troubling was the fact that there were no defenses in the first place. Almost immediately thoughts of Iwo Jima ran through the minds of the men - another long, brutal, battle.

Before the men even knew it the coxswains, in their ragtag clothing and loose helmets, yelled,"Thirty seconds!"

Lieutenant Hans Obertguent looked at his men and began the short speech which was designed to get them moving instead of motivating them,"Alright men here it comes. I want portside to move up the beach under Sergeant Versstud, meet me at the exit and we'll continue east in unison with the rest of the men. Starboard goes with me. Remember girls, move up the beach. You dare stop and you're a dead man. Good luck and may God be with you."

On all sides the chaos had already begun as the panzerwerfers, still on their respective hovercraft, had already opened up according to plans. The massive 'clips' which each panzerwerfer held, that is, thirty slots for three hundred millimeter rockets, began to elevate at the correct angle towards the beaches. Within ten seconds all was ready and the twelve panzerwerfers present spat their deadly dosage of hell. The satanic fires which resulted let loose to the rear, spreading a sheet of flames through the waters, creating a blanket of steam along the surface. The rockets, in their charactiristic sound, moaned their way towards the beaches, and within two or three seconds had already began pelting the beaches and anything two kilometers to the rear. With three hundred and sixty rockets in all the fire let loose was understandibly ferocious, yet in respect with bombardments Macabee forces had seen before, rather miniscule - but it would do. Indeed, the once black skies lit up as if it were pure daylight.

For the men it was too soon, but the moment arrived, and the gates to the hovercraft smashed open as the hovercraft hit the sand bar with a thud. The men began to pour out, keeping low, and making sure their rifles were always marked on the enemy, for it was show time, and no mistake could be made. The tanks rolled through the beaches with their heavy cannons prepared to blast any opposition from existance. There were two landing sites (map for reference), one was south of Kzir, but in the northern section of the island, just under a minor city a few kilometers south of Kzir, and the other landing site was in the southern portion of the island were the majority of the cities were. It would be the south which would lay key to the success of the campaign. Since the area was further urbanized it would be the easier of the two, so it was up to them to forge some kind of permanent foothold on the island where the campaign in the north, which was expected to last for a long while, could be easily supplied with more food, equipment and even more men if necessary, without another landing. Each beach received an equal 'payload' of men and material, namely one thousand infantry, around sixty two or sixty three tanks, and six panzerwerfers, along with ten mobile Praetorian V batteries. This either meant that the Macabee forces suffered from division which weakened their potential, or that the enemy was caught with their pants down on two sides thus increasing the potential of an early Macabee victory. It would all tell within time.

Whatever the case was, the two beacheads would be constantly supplied with a string of men, and within twenty minutes another batch of two thousand men would land on each beach. The increased amount of infantry was the product of the end of the armored supply. It was argued that the amount of tanks already in the area would be quite enough to force a breakthrough into the island - the men on the beach hoped that the stratecians in the rear were correct.

Back in Task Force Sickel Grand Admiral Albrecht von Tieters fiddled with his fingers, nervous of the outcome of the landings. Just as Eisenhower he had sent men to their death and it wouldn't be his hand that would save them, but their own. However, Grand Admiral Albrecht von Tieters was sure that the superiority of Macabee troops would carry the day. That superiority was about to be tested to their mettle, and perhaps such claims were to prove highly unfounded.

It would all be a matter of time...

OOC: That is really not for you to decide, but I don't feel like contesting things OOC at the moment, so I'll give it to you.

*ahem* IC:

Unbeknownst to the recently landed Maldaathis, their deployment had not been as secretive as they had believed. The rumble of the helicopter engines had been heard formiles in every direction across the quiet, rocky terrain. A patrol of tribal Mujahideen fighters had even caught sight of the helicopters coming in under the darkening sky, and had alerted their compatriots.

The various hollows and tribal villages had instantly gone on alert, and the nearby hillsides, ravines, and rock valleys had swarmed with guerilla fighters. As velvet darkness fell over the area, scouts had witnessed the Maldaathis setting up camp. Perfectly hidden, they watched, as they had been taught to do since childhood by their fathers and grandfathers, hunting wild beasts with enfield rifles. The mujahideen of these coastal highlands were masters of vanishing into the terrain. They could remain perfectly still for hours, seemingly without breathing even. now their lifetime of practice was coming to fruition, though their prey was not animal, but Maldaathi.

He watched them through the scope of his lee enfield carbine, the silhouettes moving around casually in the darkness, keeping watch while others slept. His face was not covered, but blackened with charcoal, and a disguise of sand, rocks, and underbrush covered his perfectly still form. His eyes were accustomed to scanning the darkness, as most of the more difficult animals to hunt were nocturnal.

He was one of many who now watched from the ridges and the crevices between the rocks, silent in the still and quiet night, the only sound being the waves slowly breaking along the coast in the distance. He brought his scope over the head of one of the figures, and he felt his finger slipping towards the trigger. How he wished he could have pulled it, and ended the life of the kfir right then and there, but he moved his finger away again, knowing that the time was not yet. When the first rays of dawn fell, then they would be able to sting and fulfill their destinies. Then they would be able to see the officers, and cut the head off of the beast.

Dawn came softly, like an old man who was awakened in the wee hours of the day, yawning and stretching its way over the sea and sending the dim fingers of light over the shadowy rocks. Darkness had not yet begun to retreat en masse, and the Mujahideen were secure in their positions. As he saw that the time was drawing nigh, he tensed without moving, and his finger moved to the trigger. The officers were revealed to him as the camp began to stir, and his scope landed on the head of his newly found nemesis. He knew that the others were doing likewise, picking their targets and readying themselves. He would be the first to fire, and they would follow his signal. He inhaled slowly and deeply, and issued a prayer to Allah. His finger pressed the trigger, and the report echoed over the hills. It was repeated many times over as the signal was understood.

He picked another target, and fired, then again, until the six rounds of his clip had been emptied. Then, as the light began to make its final push inland, he broke, and retreated with the darkness. A lone cry of "Allahu Ackbar!" echoed eerily over the hills.

The first blow of the Jihad had been struck.

Kzir Island

Thunder fell heavily over the island, bright, loud, cacophonous fire bathing the early morning world in its pre-packaged chaos. If it was not for the meaning of the spectacle, one would have found it rather entertaining, like a fireworks display. The sheer cost of this devils' entertainment must have been magnanimous for all of it's glory, and it was amazing that the government and military had seen fit to enact the biggest demonstration of artillery power and prowess on such an insignificant island. But they had, and it would be fitting to let them bask in their pride and nationalism at least for a few moments.

The shells and other projectiles fell all across the landscape, smashing into hillsides, tearing down towers, wiping small villages off the map. The Malgerians had had no air to air batteries to speak of on the island, nor any important military facilities, so the shells and guided missiles fell largely on civilian centers or open ground. Macabee satellite operators had perhaps been intoxicated at the time of their reporting the locations of said targets of interest, and so enormous quantities of ordinance had literally gone completely to waste.

Still, the spectacular display did find itself yielding in some areas, and any Mujahideen fighters that had found themselves outside or above ground in the open at the time of the assault had been blown to tiny bits that now littered the landscape.

The city of Kzir itself had born the brunt of the bombardment, and most of the city was a smoking ruin, notmuch of a prize for anyone. At the beginning of the war, the large city had been largely evacuated of civilians, as had most of the other cities of reasonable size. Now the only people that remained were the Mujahideen. They had largely left the cities as well, recognizing them as major targets. Now those still on the island took shelter in remote locales, hollows in the hills, caves, sheltered rock valleys, and along the western coastal cliffs. Still, some fell in the bombardment, and as the smoke cleared a total of 2,000 able bodied warriors lay dead in the craters, along with 8,000 civilians.

OOC: I would like to say that is insulting or at most godmode. You are insulting the squad of skilled trained snipers whose job it is to snipe, to find other snipers/scouts and take them out efficiently. You also have to take into consideration I have a squad in Kasatkas and that our snipers would have noticed you.

OOC: So im going to give you another shot at RPing that post.

North-Malgerian Sea
"Damage report!?" the fleet admiral yelled to his inferior officer as a rain of missiles was shot from the Maldathian Fleet.

"Unsure sir. Le Marist fleet are (being noobs who shouldn't have entered a RP if they couldn't post at a constant rate.) not responding to attacks. They have position some boats but that is it."

"Ok send the order to disengage. We move back north to commence our initial plan!"

"Yes sir! All fleets, all fleets..."

OOC: Short post as not much to post about.

OOC: I would like to say that is insulting or at most godmode. You are insulting the squad of skilled trained snipers whose job it is to snipe, to find other snipers/scouts and take them out efficiently. You also have to take into consideration I have a squad in Kasatkas and that our snipers would have noticed you.

OOC: You're also disregarding the fact that my men are at least as good as your own, buddy. Just because they're tribesman doesn't mean they're incompetant idiots. You can't honestly expect a fleet of choppers to go unnoticed. It's dark, they know the land better than your men, and they've been doing this for years. You just landed and you don't have your footing. This wasn't even a large attack, and you still feel like contesting it. Just suck it up, deal with it and let the RP move forward.

Frankly, I've had my fill of all your OOC bullshit in this thread so far, and if you want to keep it up, you're on a one way street to an ignore.

[OOC: Not now guys! We're on the road to a thousand posts! On Verdana font 8 settings we have 75 pages worth of IC post and 48,625 words..that's freakin' awsome!

[OOC: Not now guys! We're on the road to a thousand posts! On Verdana font 8 settings we have 75 pages worth of IC post and 48,625 words..that's freakin' awsome!

OOC: Yes, it is amazing, and I'm glad that we've been able to make this as good as it has been, and I hope that it will continue at the standard we have already set. I feel that I am a very reasonable person, and so far have been more than patient with Maldaathi through his insults towards Le Marist and OOC complaining about IC events.

I have given him ample warning and numerous chances to stop this, yet with his most recent thinly veiled insult towards Le Marist, I fear that my patience may be running out. I will tolerate enormous amounts of IC things, however, I will in no way tolerate OOC disrespect. I strive for civility in this thread, and Maldaathi is compromising this.

OOC: Novikov please find me a post where I have posted losses of others or roleplayed others troops. I said i would RP Le Marist Fleets but I didn not. It doesn't matter since he is... somewhere ??? I am disengaging and going back north. OOCly of course.

OOC: Oh and Malgeria if we are so evenly skilled and you have spotted my snipers why havent you mentioned my snipers even paying attention to you.

[OOC: Continuing in different areas because Al-Sabar has not responded.]

The first sighting of Novikovian troops occured some two hours after Novikov's submarine fleet had begun what looked to be a runnign engagement with superior enemy forces.

Even while the submarines had made their creeping appraoch around Kzir island, the 1st Strike Group, comprising nearly the whole Novikovian surface fleet, had been moving closer and closer to the battle area. Now, at maximum range, the fleet prepared to begin offensive actions.

At a range of 230 km, the three LHD-1s began to launch aircraft in a rapid fashion. The majority, as was standard military docotrine, were deployed as an umbrella over the fleet. Seven, however, were diverted from this task.

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The deck of the "Poldi'sk", one of the Wasp-class Assault Ships being used as a flight platform, was cluttered with equipment. Overhead, the roar of engines signaled the approach of three of the nine Harriers on active patrol.

The Poldi'sk, however, had not launched any patrol aircraft. Instead, she carried the equipment for a full squadrion of ground-support aircraft.

"Flights zero-four through one-one launching. All personel clear." An intercom sounded, and, with no more adue, seven aircraft lifted off of the deck in rapid sucession and sped to the north, out of sight.

Two were laiden down with AAMs; two Sidewinders and two Saprrows each. One was a radar aircraft, armed with a pair of Sidewinders, providing long-range target acquisition for the rest of the flight. The other four were armed with a mixture of 2.75 in Rockets and Mk-82 500 lbs. bombs. These aircraft would be part of the first Novikovian airstrike ever directed against foreign territory.

At the same time, an encrypted databurst was sent to the Second Empire's ships.

Flight approaching, seven aircraft. Do not engage AV-8s northbound over your position. Will notify of additional flights. Good to be fighting alongside 2nd Empire.

-Vice Adm. Denosovich (NPM-N 1st SG)

OOC: Novikov what side are you on?

Encrypted Databurst to Novikovian(?) Surface Battlegroup
Roger, flight paths of said AV-8s incorporated into our RADAR arrays. They will be targetted as friendlies, so no worries. Skies are clear, please, when landing keep your seatbelts on. Have a nice stay in Malgeria cuz' we're gonna be here a long time. Nice to see you guys here with us.

OOC: Novikov what side are you on?
[OOC: He's an ally of mine.]

The Macabees, The Parthians, and yours, or so it would seem, considering I have voiced active support for the Second Empire and am now requestign they don't shoot my aircraft down.

OOC: What do you mean "Or so it would seem"? Do you think I will be betray you or am I just rambling.

Encrypted Databurst to Second Empire Surface Vessels
Will not be landing. Wish to know relative location of troops. Don't want to be killing friendlys.

[OOC: I don't want to start flaming here so I'm goign to drop this. I don't want to upset you, Maldaathi, and that's not waht the "or so it would seem" bit was about. I'm just saying that I have stated my position before and if you were to go back and check, I posted the side I was taking when I joined this thread.]

Encrypted Databurst to Novikovian(?) Surface Battlegroup
Ah, well in that case, no need to worry. These guys don't seem to be very pre-occupied with us. The Parthians are freakin' magnets. Well, as what our intelligence can recollect these guys have no surface to air missile batteries, or any thing that comes into the area of anti-aircraft, so go as low as you want and go ahead and get up close and personal. Watch out for the turbulence though, we're going to be running heavy air strikes within the day.

That would be you posting losses for troops that arn't yours.

Ah show me the post. I dont use words such as able bodied warriors...And how many missiles would be launched to kill 8k civillians.... show me the post please :D

[OOC: My mistake, deleting old post.]

OOC: You had me worrying about myself as I couldn't remember writing it... :(

The Poldi'sk's strike group came in low and fast, 860 kmph, roaring over the southern tip of Kzir Island.

The skies seemed clear over the southern tip of the island, with fighting concentrated on the landing areas. However, on the ground things were quite more active. Malgerian coastal defenses in the southern portion of the island were still realitivly visible and, with apparently no SAMs in the area, the Harriers slipped down on one enemy camp.

AV-8Bs slowed to 300 kph as they move in on their attack run. Rockets tore throught the air, flinging death at random. On the ground, a line of dugout shelters turned into a smoulering ruin as the aircraft swept overhead, emptying their rocket pods in one fell swoop. A small vehicle pool was also designated at target and recived the attention of two 500 lb bombs.

When the initial airstrike had finished, the aircraft began to move farther inland, attacking any vehicles or personel they spotted. The attack continued in this manner for four kilometers north of the coast, bombing roadways in an attempt to hinder transoprt between the beachhead and enemy reserves. Then, as they neared their maximum deployment range, they broke contact and headed back on a return trip, the seven aircraft skimming fifty meters off the ground as they followed the path of their own destruction back out to sea.



[OOC: Sorry]

OOC: Yes, it is amazing, and I'm glad that we've been able to make this as good as it has been, and I hope that it will continue at the standard we have already set. I feel that I am a very reasonable person, and so far have been more than patient with Maldaathi through his insults towards Le Marist and OOC complaining about IC events.

I have given him ample warning and numerous chances to stop this, yet with his most recent thinly veiled insult towards Le Marist, I fear that my patience may be running out. I will tolerate enormous amounts of IC things, however, I will in no way tolerate OOC disrespect. I strive for civility in this thread, and Maldaathi is compromising this.
Malg, could you respond to the SLBM barrage?

OOC: So, you magically moved your fleets off the coast of Abu Arabia to intercept the missiles? And you have a spacefleet too... Look, thats godmodding, since you're new, I don't mind too much but let me tell you a few things. Firstly, you can't move your fleet across the world in time to stop an attack considering the fact the missiles would hit in minutes at most. Secondly, I am modern tech and do not RP against future tech nations.
OOC: Actually we bagan moving our fleet when things started to heat up we just never posted until they were in the are. We sent them during the last thread they just weren't there yet so why mention it? As for the future tech my nation is pumping massive amounts into spacebased weapons but if it is a touchy issue(and given you are one of the 2 primary nations) my Whitestars are withdrawn from the area which means the missles hit their targets. That being said I have only had time to scan quickly over the new posts and don't have much more time so I will get my peackeepers involved more later!

OOC: Noone still tells me what AWACs is....
Airbased Radar. Similair to the 747 passenger jet with a HUGE disk on top of the fuselage.

OOC: Actually we bagan moving our fleet when things started to heat up we just never posted until they were in the are. We sent them during the last thread they just weren't there yet so why mention it? As for the future tech my nation is pumping massive amounts into spacebased weapons but if it is a touchy issue(and given you are one of the 2 primary nations) my Whitestars are withdrawn from the area which means the missles hit their targets. That being said I have only had time to scan quickly over the new posts and don't have much more time so I will get my peackeepers involved more later!

[OOC: I think that the fact that we rather not have a war with FT nations stands. I for one will not role play with a future tech nation if it includes orbital bombardment devices, lightspeed vehicles, and basically other weapons taht go against newtonian physics.]

OOC: Actually we bagan moving our fleet when things started to heat up we just never posted until they were in the are. We sent them during the last thread they just weren't there yet so why mention it? As for the future tech my nation is pumping massive amounts into spacebased weapons but if it is a touchy issue(and given you are one of the 2 primary nations) my Whitestars are withdrawn from the area which means the missles hit their targets. That being said I have only had time to scan quickly over the new posts and don't have much more time so I will get my peackeepers involved more later!

[OOC: Three questions:

1) Why even deploy FT units in a MT battle? Wouldn't it make more sense to just leave it a fair playing field.

2) Why get involved in the first place? What affiliartion, ideological, political, or economic, do you hold wiht ANY nation involved in this thread?

3) What makes you think we need peacekeepers now or afterwards? The nations involved will either take control over happenings in Malgeria themselves or simply leave after Malgeria has lost the ability to make war. In either circumstance, a third party is not needed.]

ooc: sorry guys, busy weekend...the wonderous life of a college student...gah...Maldaathi, i'm not going to get in an argument of this again-im not a noob, i am simply a person with a life-and a busy one at that. between work and school, i end up with a few hours at the end of the night to wrap up loose ends and have a bit of free time. for that reason, im not going to post every night just for you. This is gonna be short cuz its not long til i have to go to school

ic:

The missle frigates unleashed a viscious rain of missles, filling the air with smoke. Meanwhile, the HMB's, in position, contributed their own firepower to the bombardment. The Maristien planes soared through the air, gunning down whatever lay before them, 20mm guns complimenting the roar of the jets through the air. On the decks of the carriers a new squadron began preparation to take to the air. Here and there a destroyer shrieked, as metal tore away from its hull. A frigate exploded with what was left of its payload. Throughout the air, planes caused firework like explosions. But it phased the Maristien soldiers not at all. They fought on, fueled by hatred.

OOC: Aren't they Muslims? The pig lard is unclean and will contaminate them, preventing their entrance to paradise.

IC: The radios kicked up on nonsecure transmissions, with Admiral Shapur Bakhitar speaking over the radio from his flagship, the Shah Bahram. "Congratulations, you are now unclean and cannot enter heaven, the weapons were filled with pig lard."

The camel dung weapons exploded, convincing the Persians that the Arabs were indeed barbarians, and when the lethal shells and missiles tore two destroyers apart, having broken through the defense network, response came quick. The Persian fleet was a sheet of flame as a barrage of missiles, almost 1500 harpoons from the 160 ships the Parthians had in the area fired away. Every gun tore a chorus of light and sound as shells from over a hundred vessels kept firing, lighting up the bright sky in a deafening roar. Frigates unleashed a barrage of 55 Mk-48 ADCAP torpedoes towards the massive battleships the enemy owned. It was a chorus of death, designed to cripple the little enemy fleet in one fell swoop.

In the skies above, another 25 F-22s were downed in balls of flame. The remaining planes, numbering almost a thousand moved around at point blank range unleashing a combined volley of 500 AIRAAMs and 700 sidewinders while 20mm cannons cut into enemy planes. Captian Bijan Taheri cruised the skies in his F-78, tearing up an enemy plane with a sheet of fire from his 20mm cannon, then rapidly pulling up and back to avoid another enemy plane. Capt. Taheri knew what he was doing as he spoke in to his radio, "Fight on for the Shah, for Parthia, death here is for the glory of Ahura Mazda. Then, in one united chant, the Parthian pilots spoke the Ahunwar

"Yathâ ahû vairyô athâ ratush ashâtcît hacâ vanghêush dazdâ mananghô shyaothananãm anghêush mazdâi xshathremcâ ahurâi â ýim drigubyô dadat vâstârem!!" (The will of the Lord is the law of righteousness.
The gifts of Vohu-mano to the deeds done in this world for Mazda.
He who relieves the poor makes Ahura king)

500 miles off the coast of Abu Arabia, a new threat came into being as the SSBNs manouvered slowly under the waves. Doors were opening, revealing rows of SLBMs which, with the turn of a key would fire off and bring in payloads of death. Parthia could affix many warheads to the missiles, biological, chemical, or nuclear. These were conventional however, 10 missiles had warheads which would break into bomblets, like a cluster bomb with a larger payload. 15 were warheads filled with fuel air explosives, which explodes slightly over the ground and released a cloud of aerosol under intense pressure, which ignites in a massive explosion capable of destroying a city block. Satellites in the skies above pinpointed highly populated areas for use on by cluster munitions and FAEs, but five mosques were also pinpointed for attack by a new weapon, five missiles which sprayed pig lard on the building and would contaminate it. Each of the subs with their coordinates established fired off the missiles, each one racing off towards Abu Arabia's capital at an intense speed.

OOC: Yes, they are muslims and the pig lard is unclean to muslims but the Abu Arabians have been trained not to let this sort of situation to jeapordise or hinder their mission or effectiveness, they expect it as part of psychological warfare. In fact, it would just make them angrier at being tainted and denied the right to paradise if they die before they can clean themselves.

IC:

The Parthian Harpoons, Shells and Torpedos signalled a rain of death for marked Abu Arabian vessels, two Destroyers were hit by Harpoons, torpedoes and shells that managed to get through the Abu Arabian missile defences put up by the Abu Arabian vessels, and 2 Frigates was hit in a instant twin shelling and missile bombardment.

Torpedos that streaked towards The four Caliph dreadnoughts were immeadiatly attacked by counter torpedos fired from tubes aboard The dreadnought, below water level, thrusting out of tubes, heat seeking the Parthian torpedos, and then detonating.

Two however, got through the defence, one striking the Caliph Abu, the other striking the Caliph Ali, detonating alongside the hulls of the massive ships, leaving scratchmarks and small indentations.

23 JA-83's were shredded and made no more by the onslaught of Parthian AIRAAM's and sidewinders, as well as close quarter 20mm gun attacks.

The Abu Arabian JA-03's as well as the Abu Arabian Stealth fighters fired their own version's of AIRAAM's, firing 200, and sidewinders firing 300 at the Parthian planes, the Abu Arabian Stealth fighters darting imperiously in and out of the battle, ambushing unsuspecting Parthian planes with 20mm gun fire and missiles.

The Commander of The Caliph Abu responded to the Parthian taunt on the radio, by replying, "Congratulations, Parthians, incestous offspring of a thousand camels, you are hereby covered in camel's crap, denying you the right to be with your women, who shall flee you for your smell and looks!"

Then the Commander called out to all the Abu Arabians, fighting the Parthians in this brutal battle. "The infidel tries to demoralise us, but only Allah decides if we can enter paradise or not, not the infidel! There is no god but Allah, and Mohammed is his prophet, There is no god but Allah, and Mohammed is his prophet. The will of Allah is the final testament of the all powerful Allah to crush those who oppose the Koran, the believers of Islam and Allah himself.
None shall escape the wrath of Allah!"


Meanwhile, as these words were spoken, Parthian missiles heading for Abu Arabia were being tracked by Abu Arabian satellites, which relayed information to Abu Arabian Air defences.

As the missiles reached 60 miles off the coast of Abu Arabia, so hundreds of Abu Arabian missile interceptors were fired from Abu Arabia, firing fast and furious to intercept the Parthian missiles.

As the first wave of missile defences made contact with the Parthian missiles, so the majority of Parthian missiles were easily targeted and struck. Loud multiple explosions from the missile interceptors hitting the Parthian missiles ripped across the sky.

However, three made it through, continuing their course. One was clipped on it's tail fin by a interceptor missile, and it hurtled towards the ground, plunging head first into a house in a small village, detonating it's aerosol load, taking out half the village, incinerating Abu Arabian men, women and children, along with goats and chickens.

The remaining two missiles flew on, their destination: Caliph City, capital of Abu Arabia.

Again, interceptor missiles flew towards the Parthian missiles, destroying one, leaving now a sole missile that flew onwards, narrowly avoiding interceptor missiles by sheer luck, reaching Caliph City, where it came under a mass of ferocious interceptor missiles which destroyed it in the air, making the Parthian missile fling burning pig lard on to the street below, splattering cars and buildings.

After five minutes, Abu Arabians gathered on to the street and begain the process of cleaning the street and buildings and cars hit of pig lard.

In response, Abu Arabian SSBNs moving slowly in the seas under the waves fired retalitory, firing 25 SLBMs, 10 of conventional type with bomb clusters for warheads, 15 of aerosol detonation payload at satellite designated targets, mostly buildings important to The Parthian's government, palaces, chambers in the capital of The Parthians.

ooc: sorry guys, busy weekend...the wonderous life of a college student...gah...Maldaathi, i'm not going to get in an argument of this again-im not a noob, i am simply a person with a life-and a busy one at that. between work and school, i end up with a few hours at the end of the night to wrap up loose ends and have a bit of free time. for that reason, im not going to post every night just for you. This is gonna be short cuz its not long til i have to go to school

ic:

The missle frigates unleashed a viscious rain of missles, filling the air with smoke. Meanwhile, the HMB's, in position, contributed their own firepower to the bombardment. The Maristien planes soared through the air, gunning down whatever lay before them, 20mm guns complimenting the roar of the jets through the air. On the decks of the carriers a new squadron began preparation to take to the air. Here and there a destroyer shrieked, as metal tore away from its hull. A frigate exploded with what was left of its payload. Throughout the air, planes caused firework like explosions. But it phased the Maristien soldiers not at all. They fought on, fueled by hatred.

OOC: This is why we have disengaged and already out of your range. There is no losses so before we get into another fight we leave it.

OOC: This is why we have disengaged and already out of your range. There is no losses so before we get into another fight we leave it.

[OOC: No, I think that if you can deal him losses, he should get a chance to respond. Inactivity is felt in the Real World, not in RPs.]

[Bumpage. Would somebody please post in response to me? Al-Sabar or Malgeria preferably.]

[Bumpage. Would somebody please post in response to me? Al-Sabar or Malgeria preferably.]

And I, although no doubt Malgeria is busy...so take your time, just don't forget me!

[OOC: No, I think that if you can deal him losses, he should get a chance to respond. Inactivity is felt in the Real World, not in RPs.]

Please read more carefully. He has again posted NO LOSSES. I have posted my losses in another post.

ooc: I have posted the loss of several ships and planes. However, neither side would accurately know the exact losses in the middle of a very intense battle. If you'd like though, I can post some arbitrary number to sate your thirst.

How bout...

3 destroyers
1 missle frigate
82 men
17 planes/pilots

OOC: From 3 bombards? With a pay load of maybe 3000 missiles per post? Except the plane ones... then its more like 1200 missiles per post.

OOC: Oh and plus the shell bombardments. AA fire and other little weapons.

[Bump, somebody please respond.]

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"In Malgeria, the ground war has begun," said the anchor in her crisp, clear voice.

"Thousands of Macabees soldiers have begun landing on Kzir, off Malgeria's southeastern coast. In support of this landing, thousands of bombs and cruise missiles have struck the island, killing and maiming countless civilians, including innocent women and children."

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"The bombing appears completely indiscriminate, with the Macabees failing to distinguish between civilian targets and military ones."

"Apparently," she finished in an arch tone, "The Macabees believe that all Malgerians are combatants, and intend to kill every last one of them."

OOC: I did take losses. Thats why 3,000 troops are defending the beachs, not 20,000. Also, Ayaddha, if you ever want to show images of Tocrowkian troops, use pictures of WWII german troops. Thats what they look like. ;)

OOC: I did take losses. Thats why 3,000 troops are defending the beachs, not 20,000. Also, Ayaddha, if you ever want to show images of Tocrowkian troops, use pictures of WWII german troops. Thats what they look like. ;)

OOC: Thanks, Tocrowkia. Others can let me know what they're people look like, otherwise, I'll just do what the press usually do and make it up as I see fit... ;)

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[OOC: Due to my frank and open disconcern for human rights because I am a firm believer of military necessity I really want to make a news article which depicts Imperialist propaganda and photographs...this will be coming once Malgeria responds to my landings, and once I respond to said response...]

OOC: Sorry for not having posted since Saturday. School is destroying me, and so I've been horrendously preoccupied. I'll read everything up to now over tonight and post when I get the chance.

OOC: Sorry for not having posted since Saturday. School is destroying me, and so I've been horrendously preoccupied. I'll read everything up to now over tonight and post when I get the chance.

[OOC: There's no problem...take your time...I have several instances throughout the week that my situation is much of the same.]

OOC: Thank you, it's good to know you're sill around. I also sympathize with the "school is destroying me" bit. I'm writing this as a break from a 26-page Research Paper on Contract Theory. >_< Rousseau, damn you!!!

On a side note, what should I do about Al-Sabar, who hasn't been acitve, hasn't responded to my TGs, and is currently sitting on some 30 torpedoes?]

OOC: Maldaathi, I’m not editing my post as far too much time, thought, and energy went into it, and I’m not one to throw away hard work. Deal with it in an IC manner. I left it open for you to have scouts locate other members of the Mujahideen by writing it from the perspective of one man. You also have to remember that they were on the beach, watching and waiting before you got your bearings. Deal with it in an IC fashion if only out of respect for the effort I put into the post. I will be infinitely appreciative.

IC:

Basil Al-Fahd stood on the peak of the rocky crag that represented the highest point on Kzir island, overlooking the east coast of the island of Kzir. His gaze made it’s way over the forested valleys of the north, and drifted southward to the ridges and mountainous divides of the central island. As the sun rose over the ridges, he could make out the countless grey objects bobbing off the coast. Occasionally, a flash would explode from the side of one of the objects, and would be magnified tenfold several seconds later on the beach. The soft rumble of explosions reached his ears, mingling with the cry of birds of prey that made their nests in the ridges.

His face held no expression, and a piece of faded colored cloth fell over his shoulder from the covering he had wrapped around his head. Shouldering the rifle he held in his hands, he set his footing so that he stood on the exact tip of the peak. Cupping his hands around his mouth, he let loose a cry of “Allahu Ackbar!” The great warcry of the jihad echoed from the peak, down through the rocky passes and thick undergrowth, along the river valleys, and through the hills before the great cities.

Allah, the eternal being who had created heaven and Earth, he who had enlightened his people and had called them to worship him, was now calling them to war.

The Maccabee troops would land on the beaches not to the sound of opposing gunfire or explosions, but to a silence that penetrated the bones, and brought unease to the very core of the soul.

[OOC: Due to my frank and open disconcern for human rights because I am a firm believer of military necessity I really want to make a news article which depicts Imperialist propaganda and photographs...this will be coming once Malgeria responds to my landings, and once I respond to said response...]
Hassan snorted. "They can have an ambassador come on the show and let us roast him if they please."

Sheikh Abdallah poured two cups of tea, and offered one to Hassan before picking up a finger cake. "Actually, that sounds to me like an excellent idea. Look what these talking head 'debate' programs like 'Crossfire' have done for some of the Western networks."

"Besides," he said, "What's really important are the economic figures. We shook off that strike in the Soda Sales industry without a hiccup, and tourism to Qu'um (http://www.nationstates.net/cgi-bin/index.cgi/target=display_nation/nation=Quur%20and%20Quum) is up sharply ... which of course means a lot for us here in the Empty Quarter, since this is the only practical way to reach the Rose Mosque and the Holy City." The Sheikh leaned back and smiled, with a satisfied cat-that-devoured-the-canary expression on his face.

Hassan stopped, and then nodded. Yes, that really was what it was all about, wasn't it.

Or was it? he considered.

[OOC: Will respond. Malgeria, I attacked positions in the south, assumed to be yours. Could you post losses (not much, it was only 7 AV-8s)? I'll respond tomorrow.]

[Malgerian Sea: Operation DOWNTOWN] -ATTN: Abu Arabia-
[OOC: Thread in which the presence of the Leviathans were declared here (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=8298729&postcount=163)]

The four Leviathan class nuclear powered submarines had made their way back into the Malgerian Sea after their peaceful re-supply operation with the main Macabee fleet off Kzir Island and well away from the brutal battle of the Malgerian Sea. However, the four submarines were not happy that they have been left out of the ensuing melee and so their jurisdiction of attack was increased into the Malgerian Sea, especially when news of the destruction wrought on the Tocrowkian fleet weeks ago in the first Leviathan incursion into the Malgerian Sea, which also proved to be the first Leviathan real time military operation in naval history. However, it was not to be its last, especially in the area, as long as the violent Malgerian War continued. Indeed, the Leviathans were expected to wreak havoc among enemy fleets and finally clear a path between the Parthian fleet and the Malgerian coastline which the Parthians had been patiently waiting for. But, any such operations would take a long while to conduct, and the submarines would have to go step by step if they were to escape unscathed, as was the plan.

By the time Abu Arabian submarines had silently deployed into a range to fire on the Parthian fleet the four Leviathans, HESS-401 through HESS-404, were also set up in defensive positions using their dipping SONAR to listen passively along the sound axis channel, well below the layer. The sea was basically a series of atmospheres, with the mixed layer as the first, and then the deep sea as a collection of dozens of other atmospheres. In any case, placing a SONAR right on the sound axis channel provided a SONAR array with three-hundred and sixty degree coverage, and if the Leviathans were fortunate enough to be placed along a convergence zone this sound could carry into the ears of the crews on the four submarines from immense distances. However, the careful precision committed to the design of the defense turned out to be unnecessary, as the Arabian submarines had done the Macabee's a favor and had given away their position, although that was possibly their intention. The SONAR supervisor on the HESS-402 Respite failed to take a breath as he began to yell,"Torpedoes in the water. Multiple contacts coming from generally same area. Seems to be heading towards the Parthian fleet. We better warn them in case they're getting caught unawares."

So, within seconds a capsule rose from a single torpedo tube, which was re-filled with an actual torpedo within seconds. The capsule quickly began to surge towards the surface and once it broke through the screen of water which divided oxygen with water the capsule let loose its SSIXS transmission to the Parthian fleet,"Warning, incoming contacts reported at 1314 hours Zulu time. Good luck." The Parthians would not be able to reach the Leviathans since the Leviathans were well under four hundred feet from the surface which was the maximum a submarine could be submerged to receive a sattelite message, although the Parthians would recieve their warnings loud and clear within seconds, giving them ample time to respond to the Arabian threat.

In any case, the Leviathans proceeded to gather targeting information on the contacts which had fired the torpedoes. The passive arrays had finally caught three Abu Arabian contacts [OOC: You failed to specify how many, so I made up a number. Assume these to include all SSBNs sent to the area to attack the Parthians], and these were codenamed Master One, Master Two, and Master Three. Since declassifying the position of all four Macabee submarines only one would retaliate to the attack while the other three would remain silent, and on the defensive, waiting for unknown Abu Arabian entities to show themselves. The Leviathan to strike would be the HESS-404 Agammemnon, and the Agammemnon did not move to complete its orders, instead it remained perfectly still, which was the best for a submarine to do, and the captain began to bark orders,"Ready tubes one through twelve in all respects, including opening the outer doors."

He received a stiff, concise, yet effective reply,"Aye captain." Within the two minutes the order was carried through and the Agemmemnon was preapred to wreak havoc, enough to make its namesake, conqueror of Greece and Troy, proud.

Soon enough all twelve torpedo tubes electrically released a total of twelve MT-3 torpedoes. The MT-3 MADCAP (Most ADvanced Capability) torpedoes cut through the cold waters of the Malgerian Sea like a bread knife through butter propelled at up to a velocity of seventy knots using their extremely quiet water RAMjet engines, which made almost not a noise. With all the noise caused by the Abu Arabian submarines the MT-3s would most likely run uncaught by either the active or passive SONARs of the Abu Arabian submarines. The captain of the Agammemnon kept the doors opened as he wanted to guide those MT-3s by wire until they were sure to strike at the three different Abu Arabian contacts, however, he had managed to also order his crew to cut off the uranium core and to rig the Agemmemnon for operations using the vaunted hydrogen fuel cells which as the MT-3s failed to produce a noise as it ran, which made the Agammemnon a mere shadow in the expanse of the Malgerian Sea. The MT-3s, as said before, would be guided by wire until they had passed any of the decoys the Arabians tried to fool the MT-3s with, although even if unguided the MT-3s wouldn't fall for them as they were guided by both active SONAR and blue-green LIDAR. Above all, once the wires were cut, the MT-3s would home into the hulls of those enemy submarines, striking with their 300kg Octagen warhead.

In the torpedo storage rooms sailors were already cursing away as they readied themselves to close the outer doors and prepare to re-stock the twelve torpedo tubes with the needed torpedoes. The entire process would take around five to six minutes, since each MT-3 was rather large and a rather long procedure had to be taken. However, the Leviathans were very ready for the melee to come.

[Kzir Island]
And I will execute great vengeance upon them with furious rebukes; and they shall know that I am the Lord, when I shall lay my vengeance upon them.
-Ezekial 25, 17

"Get up the beach, get up the beach, move, move. This ain't no freakin' military parade ladies," urged the sergeants and NCOs as they pushed the infantry at an unerving pace. Although, as thought, the enemy had made not a sound as the first wave arrived on the beaches it was obvious that the battle for Kzir wouldn't be as easy as it had started, so the men were ordered up the ridges, along with the tanks which would take some time to traverse the terrain which was not made for armor. However, the task would be completed and in the end both beaches would soon be occupied in a two kilometer deep beachead which would allow the quick arrival of logistical supplies and even artillery. The second batch of men were reported to arrive soon, including thousands of infantry per beachhead and some self-propelled artillery guns, most likely the 155mm KriGud guns which were infamous for their success in battle.

It was well known that the general war on Kzir Island would be brutal at best, with harsh mountain fighting, and a battle that would resemble Iwo Jima but on a much larger scale. It was finally agreed that each beachhead would advance in a broadfront, thus ensuring the slow destruction of Malgeria's soldiers. However, whichever strategy was used the Macabees could be sure that the fight would be slow and bloody and they did not expect less. What they did expect was that a total of forty thousand Macabee soldiers would soon be present on Kzir Island and that the Macabee airforce was well ready to bomb the Malgerian Jihad into submission. The Macabees would not be turned away from their prize, no matter what the cost.

[General News]
TIME Article
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TASK FORCE SICKEL - On my trip aboard one of the two carriers of Task Force [i]Sickel the full spectrum of this war has become obvious to me and the Malgerian War is not the backwater war which many people claim. The low amounts of soldiers present fool the scale of the war, which is in full force between Abu Arabia and the Parthians. Moreover, it seems that Macabee troops will soon be moved to Malgeria for further military operations as it looks like forty thousand will not be enough.

However, the real purpose of this short, blunt, yet open article is not to illustrate the war, or build up support for it, or on the other hand, criticise it. It is to prove the damage that our Empire can strike upon the foes of Jonach I and of God. They have brought it upon themselves, and this is their heavenly sentence:

http://www.sustainable-design.ie/arch/iraq_war_damage.jpg
Heretic Who Lost Her House

http://www.wwilliams.co.uk/images/ww2gcw.jpg
Rare Footage of the Destruction in Kzir City

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Scare Tactics Used on Prisoners of War

Hassan snorted. "They can have an ambassador come on the show and let us roast him if they please."

Sheikh Abdallah poured two cups of tea, and offered one to Hassan before picking up a finger cake. "Actually, that sounds to me like an excellent idea. Look what these talking head 'debate' programs like 'Crossfire' have done for some of the Western networks."

"Besides," he said, "What's really important are the economic figures. We shook off that strike in the Soda Sales industry without a hiccup, and tourism to Qu'um (http://www.nationstates.net/cgi-bin/index.cgi/target=display_nation/nation=Quur%20and%20Quum) is up sharply ... which of course means a lot for us here in the Empty Quarter, since this is the only practical way to reach the Rose Mosque and the Holy City." The Sheikh leaned back and smiled, with a satisfied cat-that-devoured-the-canary expression on his face.

Hassan stopped, and then nodded. Yes, that really was what it was all about, wasn't it.

Or was it? he considered.



[OOC: Was this designed to have me propose to send a representative to argue with one of yours? I'm slow so pardon me in advance.]

[Malgerian Sea: Operation DOWNTOWN] -ATTN: Abu Arabia-
[OOC: Thread in which the presence of the Leviathans were declared here (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=8298729&postcount=163)]

The four Leviathan class nuclear powered submarines had made their way back into the Malgerian Sea after their peaceful re-supply operation with the main Macabee fleet off Kzir Island and well away from the brutal battle of the Malgerian Sea. However, the four submarines were not happy that they have been left out of the ensuing melee and so their jurisdiction of attack was increased into the Malgerian Sea, especially when news of the destruction wrought on the Tocrowkian fleet weeks ago in the first Leviathan incursion into the Malgerian Sea, which also proved to be the first Leviathan real time military operation in naval history. However, it was not to be its last, especially in the area, as long as the violent Malgerian War continued. Indeed, the Leviathans were expected to wreak havoc among enemy fleets and finally clear a path between the Parthian fleet and the Malgerian coastline which the Parthians had been patiently waiting for. But, any such operations would take a long while to conduct, and the submarines would have to go step by step if they were to escape unscathed, as was the plan.

By the time Abu Arabian submarines had silently deployed into a range to fire on the Parthian fleet the four Leviathans, HESS-401 through HESS-404, were also set up in defensive positions using their dipping SONAR to listen passively along the sound axis channel, well below the layer. The sea was basically a series of atmospheres, with the mixed layer as the first, and then the deep sea as a collection of dozens of other atmospheres. In any case, placing a SONAR right on the sound axis channel provided a SONAR array with three-hundred and sixty degree coverage, and if the Leviathans were fortunate enough to be placed along a convergence zone this sound could carry into the ears of the crews on the four submarines from immense distances. However, the careful precision committed to the design of the defense turned out to be unnecessary, as the Arabian submarines had done the Macabee's a favor and had given away their position, although that was possibly their intention. The SONAR supervisor on the HESS-402 Respite failed to take a breath as he began to yell,"Torpedoes in the water. Multiple contacts coming from generally same area. Seems to be heading towards the Parthian fleet. We better warn them in case they're getting caught unawares."

So, within seconds a capsule rose from a single torpedo tube, which was re-filled with an actual torpedo within seconds. The capsule quickly began to surge towards the surface and once it broke through the screen of water which divided oxygen with water the capsule let loose its SSIXS transmission to the Parthian fleet,"Warning, incoming contacts reported at 1314 hours Zulu time. Good luck." The Parthians would not be able to reach the Leviathans since the Leviathans were well under four hundred feet from the surface which was the maximum a submarine could be submerged to receive a sattelite message, although the Parthians would recieve their warnings loud and clear within seconds, giving them ample time to respond to the Arabian threat.

In any case, the Leviathans proceeded to gather targeting information on the contacts which had fired the torpedoes. The passive arrays had finally caught three Abu Arabian contacts [OOC: You failed to specify how many, so I made up a number. Assume these to include all SSBNs sent to the area to attack the Parthians], and these were codenamed Master One, Master Two, and Master Three. Since declassifying the position of all four Macabee submarines only one would retaliate to the attack while the other three would remain silent, and on the defensive, waiting for unknown Abu Arabian entities to show themselves. The Leviathan to strike would be the HESS-404 Agammemnon, and the Agammemnon did not move to complete its orders, instead it remained perfectly still, which was the best for a submarine to do, and the captain began to bark orders,"Ready tubes one through twelve in all respects, including opening the outer doors."

He received a stiff, concise, yet effective reply,"Aye captain." Within the two minutes the order was carried through and the Agemmemnon was preapred to wreak havoc, enough to make its namesake, conqueror of Greece and Troy, proud.

Soon enough all twelve torpedo tubes electrically released a total of twelve MT-3 torpedoes. The MT-3 MADCAP (Most ADvanced Capability) torpedoes cut through the cold waters of the Malgerian Sea like a bread knife through butter propelled at up to a velocity of seventy knots using their extremely quiet water RAMjet engines, which made almost not a noise. With all the noise caused by the Abu Arabian submarines the MT-3s would most likely run uncaught by either the active or passive SONARs of the Abu Arabian submarines. The captain of the Agammemnon kept the doors opened as he wanted to guide those MT-3s by wire until they were sure to strike at the three different Abu Arabian contacts, however, he had managed to also order his crew to cut off the uranium core and to rig the Agemmemnon for operations using the vaunted hydrogen fuel cells which as the MT-3s failed to produce a noise as it ran, which made the Agammemnon a mere shadow in the expanse of the Malgerian Sea. The MT-3s, as said before, would be guided by wire until they had passed any of the decoys the Arabians tried to fool the MT-3s with, although even if unguided the MT-3s wouldn't fall for them as they were guided by both active SONAR and blue-green LIDAR. Above all, once the wires were cut, the MT-3s would home into the hulls of those enemy submarines, striking with their 300kg Octagen warhead.

In the torpedo storage rooms sailors were already cursing away as they readied themselves to close the outer doors and prepare to re-stock the twelve torpedo tubes with the needed torpedoes. The entire process would take around five to six minutes, since each MT-3 was rather large and a rather long procedure had to be taken. However, the Leviathans were very ready for the melee to come.



OOC: The SSBN's were not involved in the melee with The Parthians, and were not in the naval battle, as they were busy firing missiles at The Parthians land a distance away, you've joined the battle between me and The Parthians, so the subs you attacked were the Yassin Class Subs, because they were the ones in the battle.

IC:
The majority of the Abu Arabian submarines noticed the MT-3s too late, as MT-3 after MT-3 slammed into hull after hull. Those that escaped did so by diving drastically, but they were a lucky few, and even the explosions of the MT-3's hitting the marked submarines caused the escaping ones some damage.

5 out of 9 Abu Arabian submarines present were hit, and were ripped open like sardine cans, exploding in fiery fireballs, twisted metal unrecognisable as submarines.

The Caliph dreadnoughts, hearing the distress call of one crippled Abu Arabian submarine crew, immeadiatly fired 40 anti-submarine torpedos after locking onto The Mcabee submarines following directions given by a surviving submarine and Radar/sonar signatures.

10 Abu Arabian Stealth Fighter bombers armed with Sayeff Sub Killer missiles disengaged from attacking Parthian planes to confront the new threat, alerted to where the Mcabee subs might be and firing, the torpedo plunging into the water to find the enemy target.

The Caliph dreadnoughts pumped 20 Depth Charges from tubes aboard, designed to make a underwater minefield and watery grave for enemy submarines.

OOC: I'm crap at naval battles, I'm better on land....lol sorry.

OOC: I'm crap at naval battles, I'm better on land....lol sorry.

UM I believe I stated the EXACT same sentence earlier in this pace

UM I believe I stated the EXACT same sentence earlier in this pace

Really? Wow! That's an amazing coincidence. Your point being?

[OOC: Was this designed to have me propose to send a representative to argue with one of yours? I'm slow so pardon me in advance.]

OOC: Not necessarily. It's just a little color/background, in keeping with my use of the "Control Room (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0391024/)" style of my posts. Also, it goes to the ANN sub-storyline (as in "why we decided to do this press thing in the first place...")

If you want to give me some background offline (via TG or wherever) on your "take", I'd could RP this. I'd even try to be fair (for once). Your call.

Hassan in a Casual Moment (http://www.culturevulture.net/Movies8/controlroom6363d.jpg)

OOC: Yes, they are muslims and the pig lard is unclean to muslims but the Abu Arabians have been trained not to let this sort of situation to jeapordise or hinder their mission or effectiveness, they expect it as part of psychological warfare. In fact, it would just make them angrier at being tainted and denied the right to paradise if they die before they can clean themselves.

IC:

The Parthian Harpoons, Shells and Torpedos signalled a rain of death for marked Abu Arabian vessels, two Destroyers were hit by Harpoons, torpedoes and shells that managed to get through the Abu Arabian missile defences put up by the Abu Arabian vessels, and 2 Frigates was hit in a instant twin shelling and missile bombardment.

Torpedos that streaked towards The four Caliph dreadnoughts were immeadiatly attacked by counter torpedos fired from tubes aboard The dreadnought, below water level, thrusting out of tubes, heat seeking the Parthian torpedos, and then detonating.

Two however, got through the defence, one striking the Caliph Abu, the other striking the Caliph Ali, detonating alongside the hulls of the massive ships, leaving scratchmarks and small indentations.

23 JA-83's were shredded and made no more by the onslaught of Parthian AIRAAM's and sidewinders, as well as close quarter 20mm gun attacks.

The Abu Arabian JA-03's as well as the Abu Arabian Stealth fighters fired their own version's of AIRAAM's, firing 200, and sidewinders firing 300 at the Parthian planes, the Abu Arabian Stealth fighters darting imperiously in and out of the battle, ambushing unsuspecting Parthian planes with 20mm gun fire and missiles.

The Commander of The Caliph Abu responded to the Parthian taunt on the radio, by replying, "Congratulations, Parthians, incestous offspring of a thousand camels, you are hereby covered in camel's crap, denying you the right to be with your women, who shall flee you for your smell and looks!"

Then the Commander called out to all the Abu Arabians, fighting the Parthians in this brutal battle. "The infidel tries to demoralise us, but only Allah decides if we can enter paradise or not, not the infidel! There is no god but Allah, and Mohammed is his prophet, There is no god but Allah, and Mohammed is his prophet. The will of Allah is the final testament of the all powerful Allah to crush those who oppose the Koran, the believers of Islam and Allah himself.
None shall escape the wrath of Allah!"


Meanwhile, as these words were spoken, Parthian missiles heading for Abu Arabia were being tracked by Abu Arabian satellites, which relayed information to Abu Arabian Air defences.

As the missiles reached 60 miles off the coast of Abu Arabia, so hundreds of Abu Arabian missile interceptors were fired from Abu Arabia, firing fast and furious to intercept the Parthian missiles.

As the first wave of missile defences made contact with the Parthian missiles, so the majority of Parthian missiles were easily targeted and struck. Loud multiple explosions from the missile interceptors hitting the Parthian missiles ripped across the sky.

However, three made it through, continuing their course. One was clipped on it's tail fin by a interceptor missile, and it hurtled towards the ground, plunging head first into a house in a small village, detonating it's aerosol load, taking out half the village, incinerating Abu Arabian men, women and children, along with goats and chickens.

The remaining two missiles flew on, their destination: Caliph City, capital of Abu Arabia.

Again, interceptor missiles flew towards the Parthian missiles, destroying one, leaving now a sole missile that flew onwards, narrowly avoiding interceptor missiles by sheer luck, reaching Caliph City, where it came under a mass of ferocious interceptor missiles which destroyed it in the air, making the Parthian missile fling burning pig lard on to the street below, splattering cars and buildings.

After five minutes, Abu Arabians gathered on to the street and begain the process of cleaning the street and buildings and cars hit of pig lard.

In response, Abu Arabian SSBNs moving slowly in the seas under the waves fired retalitory, firing 25 SLBMs, 10 of conventional type with bomb clusters for warheads, 15 of aerosol detonation payload at satellite designated targets, mostly buildings important to The Parthian's government, palaces, chambers in the capital of The Parthians.

"Hahahaha, we have a habit not practiced by lizard-eating bedouin scum called washing. You can never enter paradise, not that you would anyway, only Ahura Mazda is real." Screamed Admiral Bahari on the radio

With that, another volley of 1500 Harpoons, aimed by satellites onto the carriers and crusiers shot from the 160 vessel armada flew into the sky in a blinding flash of combined light. Two new arsenal ships joined in, spraying off another 1500 Harpoons in a combined fireball. The night sky became illuminated as thousands of missiles guided towards the many vessels of the Abu Arabian fleet. 350 Mk-48 ADCAPs were fired off at surface contacts while the Parthians prepared to target enemy submarines the Maccabees had warned them of. The massive guns of the six superdreadnoughts then were aimed by computer, guiding them to fire upon a single carrier in the enemy fleet in a barrage of over one hundred shells.

In the skies above, 23 Parthian aircraft collapsed in balls of fire. The remaining Persian aircraft, over 1000 of which were operating in the theater then closed in, each firing off a pair of sidewinders until getting close enough to tear them apart with their 20mm guns. The sheer volume of the attack would surely annihilate the enemy aircraft and send the rest running for cover.

The missiles came in fast towards Persepolis, as they skimmed over the Indian Ocean, satellites plotted the course of the weapons and calculated the trajectory, firing off a pinpoint barrage of missiles which destroyed the vast majority of the weapons. A single missile flew over Parthia while, a 747 converted to carrying a laser trained the anti missile device on the enemy SLBM. A beam of energy fried the circutry and sent the missile crashing into the rugged province of Pars below.

The Parthian response was swift as hundreds of ASROCs armed with conventional high explosives tore off batteries in Oman and Iran. Other missiles, which discharged torpedoes as they came in range.

Meanwhile, 2000 miles off the coast of Abu Arabia, another volley of 50 SLBMs, armed with Fuel Air explosives or clusterweapons was fired off before the subs pulled down deeper away from the coast of Abu Arabia.

The majority of the Abu Arabian submarines noticed the MT-3s too late, as MT-3 after MT-3 slammed into hull after hull. Those that escaped did so by diving drastically, but they were a lucky few, and even the explosions of the MT-3's hitting the marked submarines caused the escaping ones some damage.

5 out of 9 Abu Arabian submarines present were hit, and were ripped open like sardine cans, exploding in fiery fireballs, twisted metal unrecognisable as submarines.

The Caliph dreadnoughts, hearing the distress call of one crippled Abu Arabian submarine crew, immeadiatly fired 40 anti-submarine torpedos after locking onto The Mcabee submarines following directions given by a surviving submarine and Radar/sonar signatures.

10 Abu Arabian Stealth Fighter bombers armed with Sayeff Sub Killer missiles disengaged from attacking Parthian planes to confront the new threat, alerted to where the Mcabee subs might be and firing, the torpedo plunging into the water to find the enemy target.

The Caliph dreadnoughts pumped 20 Depth Charges from tubes aboard, designed to make a underwater minefield and watery grave for enemy submarines.

[Operation DOWNTOWN]
[OOC: It's all good - I used to be crap at everything, but I rapidly developed my command of the English language and I was able to put down all the strategy I had read on in my WWII books onto the forums..and I'm descent now! Yay!

Also, RADAR is a wholly atmospheric appliance - well, more specifically, the atmospheres above the surface of the water. SONAR, however, works underwater, and hearing my Leviathans using SONAR when your ships are making so much noise is a bit iffy, however, as I don't throw away good replies just because of a technically matter I'll respond as thoroughly as possible.]

The HES-404 Agammemnon thought it was in the clear as it sat still and once the torpedoes had homed in on their target the captain quickly shouted,"Cut the wires! Close outer doors and reload tubes one through twelve with threes!" From the other side of the communication radio yelled back,"Aye captain!" It would take about two minutes to complete all three tasks as the MT-3s were considerably heavy, however, they would soon enough find reason to complete the task at a much more brisk pace.

However, before the pandemonium began the SONAR supervisor began to relay the noises heard through the SONAR and the captain looked at his sailor attentively waiting for the news on his torpedoes and their most unfortunate targets. The SONAR supervisor smiles and turned to the captain and said,"I'm hearing breaking up noises. Sir, we've destroyed some of their submarines, I can distinguish five and I don't think there's anymore. The sound like Yasins to me sir, I think we've sunk five of their SSNs. That's a pretty fine kill sir." The captain nodded and replied,"Don't worry, there'll be more."

As the captain began to walk back to his main control room the SONAR supervisor held his breath and the captain turned and the SONAR man exchanged his gleeful face with one of grim foreshadowing. He turned to meet the gaze of his captain and screamed,"Torpedoes in the water, torpedoes in the water! We got a lot of contacts."

The captain began to run towards his control room, he had about twenty to thirty minutes to get things in line and start responding. Yes, torpedoes took a very long time to hit, and for a submariner that space in time was, perhaps, the longest time in any operation. However, the other three Leviathans did not leave the Agammemnon alone and they prepared their tubes for the unevitable response. Each Leviathan class nuclear powered submarine had four 250mm tubes for the brand new MT-4s and the captain ordered those immediately readied in all respects, including opening the outer doors, and this was done within the minute. So, once those torpedoes had reached within a perfect reading from the spherical array SONAR, bigger than those on most submarines including the Virginian class and newer i688 Los Angeles class SSNs, the four Leviathans immediately let loose a torrent of a total of sixteen MT-4s. The sixteen torpedoes were fired electrically from the smaller openings and they almost immediately began to SuperCavitate, accelerating to some two hundred knots, which was their maximum potential and they began to read for incoming torpedoes. As soon as these were found they vectored for a head on collision, and as the torpedoes were launched by ship based ASROC they weren't wire guided, which meant they would hit head on with the MT-4s. So, accelerating and SuperCavitating the MT-4 encasement began to peel off like the SABOT of a tank and quickly all that was left was a simple insulated tungsten rod which speared right into the warheads of the torpedoes, destroying sixteen on site, launching shockwaves through the waters, which disviated another four torpedoes, some of which hit others, meaning that a total of eighteen incoming torpedoes were destroyed by the first line of the Leviathan's defense.

The second line would be the fact that the Leviathans were very quiet and that the SONARs on the torpedoes would have a tought time catching on to them. So, while the 250mm torpedo tubes were re-loaded the submarines began to fire noisemakers into the water, drawing away enemy torpedoes as they were not given LIDAR seekers, as the Macabee torpedoes were - LIDAR was not a common place item on any weapon system yet. So, another series of enemy torpedoes were drawn out and these failed to pick up on the Leviathans meaning that they would continue to jetison in the water until they hit something random, or they ran out of steam.

As for the rest, which numbered about seventeen or so, they would have to choose between four Leviathans. Because they were so quiet the MT-4s would most likely home into the Agammemnon, which was the one which had opened fire, or any of the closer Leviathans, which was the Respite. Either way only a few torpedoes would actually hit as the Leviathan class SSNs were the super dreadnoughts of the submarine family. The underwater CIWS systems, acting much like a MetalStorm system, although at a lesser rate of fire, began to chug away at incoming torpedoes using LIDAR and SONAR guidance. One by one the torpedoes were destroyed, and soon enough there were only a select few in the water.

One hit the center of the hull of the Agammemnon which dented the hull, hitting the tought titanium frame which held together the submarine, much like the bones of a human body. Titanium was in fact one of the strongest metals in construction, and the only reason most submarines weren't built of this material was because it was far too expensive to maintain for nations with the economy the size of the United States, which was pocket change for the Macabees. A second torpedo struck soon after elsewhere, also denting the submarine. The Leviathans were strong, but no Leviathan could take more than four torpedoes. A third on hit the ballast which caused that the water which would push the submarine back up in an emergency surfacing operation would run out, which made the Agammemnon a submerged titanium coffin. Titanium kept torpedoes out, but it also kept the unfortunate sailors in. Inside one of the torpedoes had its warhead blown off and a few pieces of shrapnel hit one of the hydrophones on the spherical array which caused one of the SONAR men to throw off his headset and pick at his now bleeding ears, stained crimson with blood. A four torpedo soon hit right on top of the second torpedo which smashed through the hull and placed a humangous dent into the side of the beast and continued digging, warhead failing to blow, and the screw continuing to rotate and ungodly velocities. A fifty torpedo, unfortunately, smashed on top of the fourth and broke through the weakened titanium into the Agammemnon, eliminating the pressure inside the submarine which kept the water around the submarine from crushing the can, meaning that the submarine began to break up, as dents began to sporadically create alongside the hull and finally the titanium rib cage began to snap and the submarine began to implode. The captain took his cross from his neck and kissed it, soon he would be with his God. Indeed, within three minutes to plight was over, and with it so were the lives of one hundred and seventy officers and other personnel. The trajedy would not go unpunished, yet the rest of the Leviathans still had more trouble to deal with.

By the end of the plight of the Agammemnon the other submarines had rigged for propulsion by their hydrogen fuel stacks which rendered them almost impossible to pick up, and made it incredibly easy for their passive arrays, including the large spherical array, to pick up the incoming bombers and the incoming missile launched depth charges. Whatever the case the new threat would not be as diehard as the first and would in fact prove to be increadibly easy to defend against. The depth charges would not need to be worried about as with the Leviathans failing to move the depthcharges, most likely driven to explode acoustically or at a predetermined range, would either pass the submarines and explode due to the ever augmenting pressure as it changed depth, or they would explode at their predetermined depth, which would be arbitrary since there was no way with the scant readings the Abu Arabian SONAR had most likely picked up that they knew the exact depth of the Leviathans. What they would have to worry about was what sounded like torpedoes entering the water. This would be like the first operation, but much less excrutiating, as these were totally unguided, except perhaps by SONAR, but there was no previous SONAR contacts for the planes to place the torpedoes in the right area, meaning only a fraction of the torpedoes, albeit most likely large, would make it around the Leviathans, marking an easy path of survival for all three surviving submarines. Again, the three submarines unleashed their twelve MT-4s, the other four no longer available since one of the submarines had been destroyed, and then opened up with their underwater CIWS on the incoming torpedoes, destroying all but one, which merely dented the hull of the Leviathan - the first of the class.

Now, with the threats clearly over the three remaning submarines were prepared to avenge the death of their honored partner in crime, the Agammemnon. They all opened their three quadruple cell VLS tubes each, making nine total quadruple VLS tubes, and within four minutes began to fire off round after round of Principe IIIs, the most advance Macabee missile propelled torpedoes. The Principe IIIs floated to the surface where their solid rocket fuel boosters began to accelerate them until they reached Mach 2.1, all the time skimming the surface of the water. The waves would be in four second incriments, and in the end there would be a total of seventy-two Principe IIIs, all guided by their own RADAR and LIDAR, as well as the submarine pre-determined positions caught by SONAR. Each Caliph class Dreadnought would be targetted by ten Principe IIIs, and the rest of the Principe IIIs which were not given specific targets would aid in hitting whichever dreadnought they caught first [OOC: Thus I'm aiming for a total of seven dreadnoughts... if you don't have that many, say you only have four, then there's ten missiles were dreadnought, meaning forty missiles already have their targets selected, and the other thirty-two will select at random between dreadnought]. Seventy kilometers from target, which would prove very close, marking the chance the dreadnoughts had to shoot down the incoming Principe IIIs close, or perhaps, zilch, the Principe III capsules broke apart putting an MT-3 torpedo nose first into the water, meaning a total of seventy-two MT-3 torpedoes. The MT-3s using their underwater RAMjet engines would quietly speed towards the dreadnoughts at 70 knots with the same targets as the Principe IIIs, as the MT-3s were the Principe IIIs, just in a different form - ten per dreadnougth, those who did not have pre-selected targets would hit whichever one it caught first.

Once the VLS tubes had finished off all the waves the tubes were closed and flooded, as there was no other thing the captains could do. Then they began to move deeper into the ocean and finally began to head back to the protection of the Macabee fleet where the news of the loss of the Agammemnon would be told and the remaining three Leviathans would be re-stocked. The Respite would also go through brief mechanical examinations and the hull would be hammered, or replaced, to fix the dent.

It would be thought as a successful operation, with five confirmed kills, and most likely some sunk dreadnoughts, but nobody liked to lose a friend.

[OOC: Damn! My post was 1,985 words long... had I just written 15 more I would have had 2,000! But it is my longest so far :-P ]

OOC: I'm finally learning something about naval operations through this thread, which is immensely helpful seeing as my grasp of naval tactics is primitive at best.

OOC: I'm finally learning something about naval operations through this thread, which is immensely helpful seeing as my grasp of naval tactics is primitive at best.

[OOC: Well put! That's me and air tactics, I'm slowly taking a hold of those. Indeed, with my AP Physics B and C classes I can put two and two together and create something proportional to C squared times the integral... meaning, taking something simple and making it complex, which helps out when I'm 'engineering' air designs for my air armada.]

[OOC: Also, Malgeria I know your situation, but in case you missed it I responded (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=8392892&postcount=418). But, don't feel rushed to reply, I just wanted to make sure you knew.]

IC

Amethyst sat silently in the water, it had been days since the journalists had arrived and they were restless for their story, the Macabee's warships had pulled back a little as promissed but his ships sensors noted that a constant radar lock had been in place since they had done so. But things were worse still, the previous day a supply ship that had refueled all three vessels two days previous had been attacked and sunk by an unknown force, the Indifatigable was moving at best speed to look for survivors, but even at 45 knotts the small vessel would take most of the day to arrive on the scene.

Large fleets showed up on the satalite photos that were being fed to Amethyst every four hours, but given the cloying smell of cordite and the burning metal in the air, not to mention the explosions and flashes during the night, the old sea dog knew that already. What worried him was who, or what had attacked a reasonably well armed supply vessel with such speed as to cut its communications before the identity of her attacker could be given.

"No other choice really" he mumbled to himself.
"Rating!" He called to the young man on the communications console.
"Sir."
"Send a message to those Macabee's vessels, tell them we are arming our weapons systems in response to an unknown attacker that has destroyed or at the very least crippled our supply ship."
The young man gulped at that "Yes Sir."
"And after that, update the admiralty of the current situation. Then get yourself a strong cup of Tea, for both of us."
"Yes sir, thankyou sir."
The captain picked up the mircophone to the ships tannoy and spoke out.
"This is the Captain, we are now in condition black, repeat, condition black. All relevant personel to the operations room, I want full radar sweeps, full passive scans on the sonar. Bring goalkeeper into readyness. Activate the blindspot system."

OOC
Goalkeeper is the name of the defence system aboard Amethyst, it controls the AA guns and the main gun, its sole purpose is to kill incomming projectiles and aircraft. Amethyst is outfitted with a twin barrel 8 inch main gun, two sets of twin bofors 38mm flak cannons (again computer controlled) fitted a mid ships level with the top of the ships main superstructure set one on each side of the ship, a set of 16 sea wolf AA/AM (Anti Aircraft/Anti Missile) vertical launch missile tubes, mounted directly behind the main gun, and a single 8 barrel 20mm mini gun for point defence. Also included, but not controlled under the goalkeeper system are 4 excocete anti ship missiles (mounted on the support spars two per side and 8 sideward facing tomahawk cruise missiles mounted just in front of the main radar mast. (Goalkeeper is actually a british invention, and has been proven to be highly effective against just about anything it comes up against, including but not limited to 6 inch shells, excocet and enemy aircraft, indeed during the first gulf war, it was used on a type 42 destroyer to take out an iraqi anti ship missile fired at an american frigate several miles away, saving the frigate and proving that killing missiles was not only possible in practice, but that the system actually worked rather well).

Blindspot is actually something I read about in a tech magazine, the principle is thus: Radar cannot penetrate water, so several high pressure hoses with wide angle spray nozzles are fitted to the sides of a ship, when engaged effectively make the ship invisible to radar and to the human eye at long range (due to the mist like effect, close to the horizon a ship would be invisible). Provided that the wind isn't too strong and the pumps don't fail, it is a cheep, but highly efficient way of minimising a ships radar signature.

"Hahahaha, we have a habit not practiced by lizard-eating bedouin scum called washing. You can never enter paradise, not that you would anyway, only Ahura Mazda is real." Screamed Admiral Bahari on the radio

With that, another volley of 1500 Harpoons, aimed by satellites onto the carriers and crusiers shot from the 160 vessel armada flew into the sky in a blinding flash of combined light. Two new arsenal ships joined in, spraying off another 1500 Harpoons in a combined fireball. The night sky became illuminated as thousands of missiles guided towards the many vessels of the Abu Arabian fleet. 350 Mk-48 ADCAPs were fired off at surface contacts while the Parthians prepared to target enemy submarines the Maccabees had warned them of. The massive guns of the six superdreadnoughts then were aimed by computer, guiding them to fire upon a single carrier in the enemy fleet in a barrage of over one hundred shells.

In the skies above, 23 Parthian aircraft collapsed in balls of fire. The remaining Persian aircraft, over 1000 of which were operating in the theater then closed in, each firing off a pair of sidewinders until getting close enough to tear them apart with their 20mm guns. The sheer volume of the attack would surely annihilate the enemy aircraft and send the rest running for cover.

The missiles came in fast towards Persepolis, as they skimmed over the Indian Ocean, satellites plotted the course of the weapons and calculated the trajectory, firing off a pinpoint barrage of missiles which destroyed the vast majority of the weapons. A single missile flew over Parthia while, a 747 converted to carrying a laser trained the anti missile device on the enemy SLBM. A beam of energy fried the circutry and sent the missile crashing into the rugged province of Pars below.

The Parthian response was swift as hundreds of ASROCs armed with conventional high explosives tore off batteries in Oman and Iran. Other missiles, which discharged torpedoes as they came in range.

Meanwhile, 2000 miles off the coast of Abu Arabia, another volley of 50 SLBMs, armed with Fuel Air explosives or clusterweapons was fired off before the subs pulled down deeper away from the coast of Abu Arabia.

IC:

The commander of The Caliph Abu sneered over his radio to Parthian Admiral Bahari. "Only the believer of Allah enters paradise, and only Allah decides who can and can not enter paradise. As we do by Allah, so Allah is with us in strength. Your Ahura Mazda is in fact a Japanese car manufacturer, so typical of primitive camel foetus afterbirths as yourselves to believe in such a thing as a supreme being! Allahu Ackbar!"

Once more, Parthian missiles and shells rained down upon the Abu Arabian fleet, and once more Abu Arabian defence missiles were shot up, making contact with many of the missiles. However, it could not stop 100 shells literally demolising a Abu Arabian Carrier nor missiles destroying 2 Abu Arabian Destroyers.

Meanwhile Parthian torpedos exploded, taking out 3 unlucky Abu Arabian submarines, the few that remained, that had not escaped damage either, scattered., or rather, limped away.
In the air, 23 JA-83's fell victim to the peppering of enemy 20mm fire, and Abu Arabian planes were now on the defensive, scattering, but launching counter attacks, darting in and out, firing Sayeff missiles and 20mm at the Parthian planes.


OOC: Sorry about the RADAR/SONAR mix up Macabees. Thanks for your patience :) As I said I'm crap at naval stuff, much better at land warfare.
I only have 4 dreadnoughts engaged in this battle, so you targetted 4.
btw, you are an excellent RPer!
IC:

The Macabee Torpedos sped towards the Caliph dreadnoughts, prompting the dreadnoughts to launch depth charges and anti torpedo missiles out of tubes as the Caliph Ali commander screamed "TORPEDOES! CONTACT! 20 SECONDS!!!"

The anti torpedo missiles and depth charges made contact with many of the Macabee torpedos, but could not stop three of them slamming into The Caliph Ali, and 4 into the Caliph Abu, and two hitting the other two dreadnoughts.
The Caliph Abu has it's hull punctured, and began taking on water, while the Caliph Ali was now immobilised, the most severly damaged, punctured in the side, and would most likely sink where she sat, the damage too great.

The Caliph Ali commander reported back to ship's namesake, his leader Caliph Abu of The Islamic al-nasr Khilafah of Abu Arabia, on the situation on a secure line.

Back in Caliph City, in one of his many palaces, the strategic Caliph nodded his head, a wry and forward thinking look on his face. He was of high intelligence, and while a good thinker, he was also a good fighter, a long sickle scar from his closed left eye to his left side of his mouth the proof of a hand to hand fight with a soldier of the Arabian Emir sent to kill him in the pre victory days, before the Islamic revolution. The soldier had slashed at the future Caliph with a knife after his gun had jammed, and what ensued had been a bloody fight in which the future Caliph wrested the knife off the soldier and stabbed him through the heart.
Now, The Caliph looked up at his AK-47, displayed proudly in a cabinet high on the wall, complete with scuff marks.

Oh, there was AK-47's displayed in musuems all over the Khilafah that proclaimed to belong to the Caliph in the revolution, but the real one, the one that had been used to kill so many people who wished to rule Arabia with western interests, including the Emir himself, his wife and children, shot through the back of the head with this AK-47 by the future Caliph personally, was displayed where the Caliph was now.

Indeed, it was a relic by the standards of the weaponry the Khilafah's forces had now, but by Allah, an AK-47 was no less potent than it was.

The Caliph stirred himself from his thoughts and spoke back to the commander of The Caliph Abu dreadnought.

"Disengage forces," the Caliph said calmly, "Make way for Operation Arabian Eagle. We have made the Parthians bleed, and their blood continues to weep, as do their bastard mothers with tears from their eyes. Allah willing, we will be victorious, my brother."

"Operation Desert Eagle" The Commander of The Caliph Abu repeated quietly, "Yes, my holy Caliph!".

The Abu Arabian vessels and planes that could were now disengaging from the battle with The Parthians and Macabees, their mission was done, to hold up the invasion and bleed the Parthians. Malgerian Defences now surely had the time given to them to defend even better.

The Caliph Ali, disabled, began firing it's 32 inch guns at the Parthian fleet, the crew understanding that it was not going anywhere, and the mission had moved on, deciding to fight as they went down, chanting "Allahu Ackbar" as each shell was fired, all aboard brave men, brave young men who were dying not only for their belief in Allah and The Khilafah, but also for the freedom of their brothers of Malgeria.

They did not question one minute their sacrifice for a nation other than their own, as they shelled and shelled and shelled the Parthian fleet, for they died for that purest thing in battle, for freedom.

Many in years to come would look back on the Caliph Ali crew and their actions and describe them as fanatics, fighting to their death because they believed paradise waited for them anyway, but others would say, nay, for such determination in battle warranted recognition for such a heroic stand.

Meanwhile, Parthian missiles headed for Abu Arabia once more, and once more Abu Arabian air defence missiles tracked them and shot them all down, including one which was clipped in the tail fin sending it crashing into a camel's arse in the remote desert, making the camel explode, and killing 5 herdsmen and their families nearby.


OOC: I'm withdrawing from the naval battle, but I have something else planned. Mainly because I'm concerned that due to my lack of experience at naval battles, I might start godmodding by accident, and ruining a good RP for you all.

[OOC: Still have no idea what to do. I've TG'd Al-Sabar twice with the link to this thread, requesting he respond. He hasn't. I need to move on, but I can't until he (or, as I am considering preposing, one of his allies) responds.]



First Strike Group was directed closer to the main engagement, it's thin line of ships closing to within two kilometers of the southern tip of Kzir Island. Over the radio chatter, fleet command heard the death of The Caliph Ali in realtime. Engagements continued round the clock, though Novikov's surface fleet was suprisingly unengaged.

What concerned the Vice Adm. seemede not to be the raging battle between surface combatants, but rather the disapperance of his submarines. The fleet had last checked in on approach, some twelve house ago. No sonar contact had been observed to suggest the presence of approaching submaines, though the battle plan was well documented. "Trotsky wasn't that stupid," he though. "He would have checked in by now. Something must have gone awry."

Not that it was any matter of his. Denosovich was charged with the completion of his attack and the sucess of the surface battle. Submarines were a diffrent depatment alltogether, though it was comforting when they were around...

***
[Operacija: Crni Orao (Operation: Golden Eagle)]

The Poldi'sk's flight deck was a mass of roaring engines it seemed as the returning combat pilots stepped out of their aircraft. Initial strikes had been a sucess, destroying at the least a pair of trucks and a strip of defensive structures, at the best a few dozen Malgerian defenders. Now, while those pilots rested, a new combat patrol was going alot, soon to be followed by a dozen more aircraft, part of the main strike.

***

That main strike went aloft five minutes after the air patrol. From the three assault ships, thirty-five Harriers lifted off in rapid sucession, all heavily laden with LGBs and drop tanks, prepared to make an extended attack run inland.

As the aircraft moved from their holding parrerns, the combat patrol, an umbrella of twelve Air-to-Air equipped Harriers roared overead, almost masking the sound of a helicopter's engines revving up.

"Crank 'em!" The call went out to the pilots of one of the three CH-46 Helicopters now moved on-deck. These helicopters had been sent in place of the two-thirds the ASW compliment on each ship. Now, their use was to be put to the test.

Nearby, soldiers lifted twenty kilo packs off the ground and slung them onto their shoulders. Squad-members gave tearful handshakes adn ssaid fairwell to their comrades, several boarding diffrent helicopters, and the newly-formed fourteen-man units were rapidly borne into the air, heading in rapid procession towards the hills visible just behind the beach, following in the fighters wake.

Alongside the Poldi'sk, four LCMs were also making last-minute preperations for their trip to shore. Two of them were loaded each with a pair of BTR-60 APCs. One more carried another BTR-60 and a SA-13 vehicle. The final three held the main combat load, a single Type-03 Tank in the bow of one, and a PT-76 amphibious Tank in each of the others, all complete with crew. In the mild weather, these ships had little problem with their loads and they bore them to the rendezvous with their sister ships identical compliment.

Ahead of them, at a seperate rendezvous, thirty-two AAV Amphibous Assault Vehicles began their approach towards the thin strip of sand designated as their landing zone. Already, nearly a company's worth of infantry was landing behind the beach, making the path clear for their approach and, as the first Novikovian soldiers set foot inside Malgeria, the thunder of the Kirov's 130mm guns signaled the approach of their comrades. For Novikov, just liek her allies, the ground war had begun.

OOC: What beach is this?

[OOC: Sorry about not being more clear.]

It you look at the map, my LZ is the eastern edge of the southernmost tip (the more centeral, larger one) of the island, just before it curves around in a little bay. (Sorry, I have dial-up and, as such, am unwilling to even try and put images up on a website.)

Saul Hudson sat behind his desk, enjoying the remnants of the meal he had been brought an hour ago. Utilizing his platinum toothpick, he systematically removed the pieces of the unfortunate Malgerian immigrant. Turning to his butler, he voiced his opinion of the cuisine.

"Too much salt, Cavendish. Have the cook shot."

"Of course, my liege."

"And answer me this: did this man struggle when the FSIB found him? Did he fight, or beg for mercy, or face his fate like a man?"

"No, my liege, I believe he soiled himself as he was dragged from his dumpster."

"A pity. I knew I tasted the stench of cowardice on this one. Typical Malgerian. Inform all news bureaus with offices in Malgeria that we will systematically kill all Malgerian nationals left in our country, starting in 48 hours."

"It shall be as you say, my liege."

IC:

The commander of The Caliph Abu sneered over his radio to Parthian Admiral Bahari. "Only the believer of Allah enters paradise, and only Allah decides who can and can not enter paradise. As we do by Allah, so Allah is with us in strength. Your Ahura Mazda is in fact a Japanese car manufacturer, so typical of primitive camel foetus afterbirths as yourselves to believe in such a thing as a supreme being! Allahu Ackbar!"

Once more, Parthian missiles and shells rained down upon the Abu Arabian fleet, and once more Abu Arabian defence missiles were shot up, making contact with many of the missiles. However, it could not stop 100 shells literally demolising a Abu Arabian Carrier nor missiles destroying 2 Abu Arabian Destroyers.

Meanwhile Parthian torpedos exploded, taking out 3 unlucky Abu Arabian submarines, the few that remained, that had not escaped damage either, scattered., or rather, limped away.
In the air, 23 JA-83's fell victim to the peppering of enemy 20mm fire, and Abu Arabian planes were now on the defensive, scattering, but launching counter attacks, darting in and out, firing Sayeff missiles and 20mm at the Parthian planes.


OOC: Sorry about the RADAR/SONAR mix up Macabees. Thanks for your patience :) As I said I'm crap at naval stuff, much better at land warfare.
I only have 4 dreadnoughts engaged in this battle, so you targetted 4.
btw, you are an excellent RPer!
IC:

The Macabee Torpedos sped towards the Caliph dreadnoughts, prompting the dreadnoughts to launch depth charges and anti torpedo missiles out of tubes as the Caliph Ali commander screamed "TORPEDOES! CONTACT! 20 SECONDS!!!"

The anti torpedo missiles and depth charges made contact with many of the Macabee torpedos, but could not stop three of them slamming into The Caliph Ali, and 4 into the Caliph Abu, and two hitting the other two dreadnoughts.
The Caliph Abu has it's hull punctured, and began taking on water, while the Caliph Ali was now immobilised, the most severly damaged, punctured in the side, and would most likely sink where she sat, the damage too great.

The Caliph Ali commander reported back to ship's namesake, his leader Caliph Abu of The Islamic al-nasr Khilafah of Abu Arabia, on the situation on a secure line.

Back in Caliph City, in one of his many palaces, the strategic Caliph nodded his head, a wry and forward thinking look on his face. He was of high intelligence, and while a good thinker, he was also a good fighter, a long sickle scar from his closed left eye to his left side of his mouth the proof of a hand to hand fight with a soldier of the Arabian Emir sent to kill him in the pre victory days, before the Islamic revolution. The soldier had slashed at the future Caliph with a knife after his gun had jammed, and what ensued had been a bloody fight in which the future Caliph wrested the knife off the soldier and stabbed him through the heart.
Now, The Caliph looked up at his AK-47, displayed proudly in a cabinet high on the wall, complete with scuff marks.

Oh, there was AK-47's displayed in musuems all over the Khilafah that proclaimed to belong to the Caliph in the revolution, but the real one, the one that had been used to kill so many people who wished to rule Arabia with western interests, including the Emir himself, his wife and children, shot through the back of the head with this AK-47 by the future Caliph personally, was displayed where the Caliph was now.

Indeed, it was a relic by the standards of the weaponry the Khilafah's forces had now, but by Allah, an AK-47 was no less potent than it was.

The Caliph stirred himself from his thoughts and spoke back to the commander of The Caliph Abu dreadnought.

"Disengage forces," the Caliph said calmly, "Make way for Operation Arabian Eagle. We have made the Parthians bleed, and their blood continues to weep, as do their bastard mothers with tears from their eyes. Allah willing, we will be victorious, my brother."

"Operation Desert Eagle" The Commander of The Caliph Abu repeated quietly, "Yes, my holy Caliph!".

The Abu Arabian vessels and planes that could were now disengaging from the battle with The Parthians and Macabees, their mission was done, to hold up the invasion and bleed the Parthians. Malgerian Defences now surely had the time given to them to defend even better.

The Caliph Ali, disabled, began firing it's 32 inch guns at the Parthian fleet, the crew understanding that it was not going anywhere, and the mission had moved on, deciding to fight as they went down, chanting "Allahu Ackbar" as each shell was fired, all aboard brave men, brave young men who were dying not only for their belief in Allah and The Khilafah, but also for the freedom of their brothers of Malgeria.

They did not question one minute their sacrifice for a nation other than their own, as they shelled and shelled and shelled the Parthian fleet, for they died for that purest thing in battle, for freedom.

Many in years to come would look back on the Caliph Ali crew and their actions and describe them as fanatics, fighting to their death because they believed paradise waited for them anyway, but others would say, nay, for such determination in battle warranted recognition for such a heroic stand.

Meanwhile, Parthian missiles headed for Abu Arabia once more, and once more Abu Arabian air defence missiles tracked them and shot them all down, including one which was clipped in the tail fin sending it crashing into a camel's arse in the remote desert, making the camel explode, and killing 5 herdsmen and their families nearby.


OOC: I'm withdrawing from the naval battle, but I have something else planned. Mainly because I'm concerned that due to my lack of experience at naval battles, I might start godmodding by accident, and ruining a good RP for you all.

A single frigate was torn to shreds as the shells ripped the deck armor apart. The Arabians were fleeing, but now, Parthians would take over as the superdreadnoughts concentrated fire on the disabled Caliph Ali, firing volley after volley of 30 Inch shells while 150 of the last few Harpoon missiles armed with warheads of thermite, designed to melt the very metal of a vessel as they exploded and spread their flame everywhere. Hopefully, the vessel would sink and the crew killed as the missiles exploded in flame and consumed the ship.

Night was falling fast, and with it, twelve B-2 stealth bombers made their way over Malgeria carrying a load of incindiary weapons and clusterbombs. Satellites had mapped the city of Malger, and there, using precision attacks on highly populated ghettoes, the Persians would kill as many as possible. Captian Bijan Taheri was the lead pilot for this mission, and moved in over Malgeria with his weapons prepared as he glided towards Malger to drop his bombs.

A column of aircraft from Oman closed in fast with E-6s in the front, jamming Malgerian radar while 300 F-78s moved in rapidly to attempt intercepting any enemy MIGs the Arabs could pull of the ground for a quick shoot down. More Persian aircraft followed in, including JSFs armed with HARM missiles for use on SAMs and radars and 35 B-1s, packed full of clusterbombs.

OOC: Finally! Fatima Ajouff has almost died of boredom waiting for her Billy Sunday moment... :eek:

(... and almost died of worry over Justin DeVry's disappearance, but that subthread can wait...)

Make sure you tell us how many tons of incendiaries you're dropping. I'll try to dig up good pix...

OOC:6 planes with full loads of incindiary weapons and six with full loads of clusterbombs. About 30 napalm charges per plane is about 30,000 pounds of napalm and with 34 CBU-97 cluster bombs per plane.

Night was falling fast, and with it, twelve B-2 stealth bombers made their way over Malgeria carrying a load of incindiary weapons and clusterbombs. Satellites had mapped the city of Malger, and there, using precision attacks on highly populated ghettoes, the Persians would kill as many as possible. Captian Bijan Taheri was the lead pilot for this mission, and moved in over Malgeria with his weapons prepared as he glided towards Malger to drop his bombs.OOC: Finally! Fatima Ajouff has almost died of boredom waiting for her Billy Pilgrim moment... :eek:

(... and almost died of worry over Justin DeVry's disappearance, but that subthread can wait...)

Make sure you tell us how many tons of ordinance you're dropping. I'll try to dig up good pix...

Deep in the command center - or "the bunker", as they called it - the ANN crew were taking a short break between filming reports and debating whether to relocate. Fatima had anticipated that Malger would see action once the land war started, but instead the fighting was flaring up on the far side of the island. Some of the staff wanted to head for Kzir Island, but Fatima was firm.

"The Parthians," she insisted, "will get here eventually."

That prospect worried her at a certain level, of course - what would happen to her crew when they overran the city? - but for now it was the professional in her that was doing (most of) the thinking.

Then, the news came: the Abu Arabian fleet had broken off. The Parthians were now free to land.

She sent her people out to grab last minute supplies, with orders to be back in under two hours. They were, and now everyone was grabbing a hasty dinner. Outside, night was falling fast.

They'll hit us just after dark, she thought. Night is the hour for nightmares.

So it was that they were almost done eating when the radio blasted out its shrill beeping alert, and the sound of air raid sirens began to seep in to their concrete reinforced room across the smooth floor of the empty parking structure, reverberating in eerie echoes off the empty walls and the freestanding pillars.

"Close those doors!" yelled Mustafa, motioning to Sabah to grab the phone. He continued barking orders as the young intern spoke hastily to the hotel staff upstairs, imploring them to head for the basement and join them - before it was too late.

This is it, thought Fatima. Showtime.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

<screen graphic and loud music, fading abruptly>

"We have breaking news from Malgeria, where the Abu Arabian fleet broke off its battle with the Parthians just a few hours ago, clearing the way for invasion", began the anchor.

"It appears", she continued, "That Malger - the capitol - has now come under direct air attack. This report from the field by Fatima Ajouff..."

On screen, a simple map of Malgeria was accompanied by Fatima's deceptively calm voice.

"The sirens are sounding. They started just a minute or two ago. We're going to try and get you some pictures from the roof of our command center..."

As The Macabee soldiers landed, the Tocrowkian soldiers opened fire on them, the tri-pod machine gunes and rocket launchers even deadlier from the added height of the sand hills. Snipers also fired down on the soldiers from a distance away.


Meanwhile, three Helicopters were mobilized, never thinking nor caring about the threat of anti-aircraft missiles. The Helicopters opened up fire with gatling guns, and strafed along the beachs, kicking up sand as the powerfull bullets tore into the beach.


And five miles away, The 1st Gepanzerte Abteilung was being mobilzed, combrising of three hundred tanks, their mission was to push The Macabee's back into the sea!

[OOC: By the way, as for those thirty and thirty-two inch guns (Parthia and Abu Arabia respectively), I would suggest toning them down to at tops twenty inch guns in future designs. The propellant on a thirty-two to thirty inch gun would have to be huge and the shell, although larger, would go extremely slowly, and the range would actually be shorter. The Germans had a 800mm gun called the Bertha Gun, the largest gun in history, but a thirty-two inch gun would translate to 902mms while a 30 inch gun would translate to around 760mms. The Bertha fired a total of around six rounds in the siege of Sevastapol, which lasted months - so you can imagine that your guns are going to face massive warps in the muzzle due to heat and force, and that you're not going to be able to fire a lot of shells out of them.]

[OOC: By the way, as for those thirty and thirty-two inch guns (Parthia and Abu Arabia respectively), I would suggest toning them down to at tops twenty inch guns in future designs. The propellant on a thirty-two to thirty inch gun would have to be huge and the shell, although larger, would go extremely slowly, and the range would actually be shorter. The Germans had a 800mm gun called the Bertha Gun, the largest gun in history, but a thirty-two inch gun would translate to 902mms while a 30 inch gun would translate to around 760mms. The Bertha fired a total of around six rounds in the siege of Sevastapol, which lasted months - so you can imagine that your guns are going to face massive warps in the muzzle due to heat and force, and that you're not going to be able to fire a lot of shells out of them.]

I don't have 32 inch guns, my superdreadnoughts have 28 inch Corraguns or 30 inch ETC guns, but I spose I could turn it down a bit.

As The Macabee soldiers landed, the Tocrowkian soldiers opened fire on them, the tri-pod machine gunes and rocket launchers even deadlier from the added height of the sand hills. Snipers also fired down on the soldiers from a distance away.


Meanwhile, three Helicopters were mobilized, never thinking nor caring about the threat of anti-aircraft missiles. The Helicopters opened up fire with gatling guns, and strafed along the beachs, kicking up sand as the powerfull bullets tore into the beach.


And five miles away, The 1st Gepanzerte Abteilung was being mobilzed, combrising of three hundred tanks, their mission was to push The Macabee's back into the sea!

[OOC: Next time tell me which beachead you're attacking - there's two.]

As the bullets began to rip from the not too far off sand hills a Macabee sergeant yelled,"Damn, I knew it wasn't going to be so easy. Bloody Arabs are trapping us in our beachead." The only general on the beach turned and yelled back,"Get your men off this beach, we must secure the beachead." Indeed, securing the beachead was imperative because the two beacheads would act as logistical supply ceneters in which the Macabee navy would ferry supplies in, as well as men, and material.

So, when the sand hills opened up with enemy fire the first full batches of bullets caught the Macabees unaware and immediately at least a dozen soldiers were brutally massacred in the ensuing gun fire comprised of machine gunners. What were though as Arabs also apperently had anti-tank rocket launchers, possibly the vaunted RPG-27, the newest, however, these would just glance off the armor of the gargantuan beast called the Panzerkampfwaggen X Muwatallis. However, a few infantry were killed by these rocket launchers, and even some lighter vehicles were punctured and soon went up in flames, claiming a good number of lives. But, unfortunately for the enemy the Macabees were better trained than most thought and the good percentage of the Macabee landing party would remain unscathed by the suprise attack on the landing party.

In order to respond to this the Panzerwerfers, re-loaded and ready for another round of firing, appreciated or depreciated the rear rocket 'clip' as necessary and began its firing routine, each Panzerwerfer firing a total of thirty 300mm rockets withing twelve seconds, meaning the twelve Panzerwerfers on the beach would launch a total of three hundred and sixty 300mm rockets all with Octagen warheads. The MSLR systems screeched as if moaning in their nerve racking manner as the rockets hissed into the atmosphere, travelling a short distance before hammering the sand hills to the soldier's forefront in a 'carpet bombing' manner, meaning bulbs of fire hit each other as the entire front went up in flames. Moreover, to ensure a safe advance up the beach the carriers were asked to relay their MMA-A1 Kondors in ground attack operations. The carriers decided that it would be best to hit with another fifty Kondors and these took off, and they would begin to hit the beaches within six minutes.

Before the Kondors got there though the enemy had brought up a mere three helicopters to engage the thousands of Macabee men looming up the beach menancingly ready to destroy the opposition facing it. The three helicopters were the direct recipients of at least ten SA-33/FIM-100 surface to air missiles launched from MANPADs, or infantry carried surface to air missile launchers, each. They were doomed to destruction.

It was just lucky hapistance that the Kondors arrived to hit the sand dunes as the Tocrowkian tanks began to roll closer and closer to the Macabee beach positions threatening a murderous tank to tank battle. So the Kondors relayed the information to the tanks on the beach and then began to 'cut down' the number of Tocrowkian tanks since the three hundred present outnumbered the one hundred and twenty-five on the beach. So, armed with their MLAM-2s, twelve each aircraft, they began to engage the enemy tanks from high distances, impervious to ground fire, releasing a total of six hundred MLAM-2s at the tanks. However, this did not mean that they would hit six hundred tanks, or even three hundred. It was completely possible that a tank would receive four MLAM-2s, and the most realistic possibility was that about half of the enemy tanks would survive the attack since the missiles would be guided into the front tanks, leaving the rear tanks unhindered. However, their was no doubt that with the 200kg OctaNitroCubane warheads on each MLAM-2 the destruction would be massive. To deal with any surviving tanks the single tank brigade present on the beach began to move to equal ground and readied their SABOT Ausf. B which were destined to tear enemy tanks to shreds...

I don't have 32 inch guns, my superdreadnoughts have 28 inch Corraguns or 30 inch ETC guns, but I spose I could turn it down a bit.

[OOC: The 32 inch guns were in referrence of Abu Arabia's super dreadnoughts. I'm not sure how size applies to ETC so let me research on that a bit.]

(This the Eastern beach)

Unfortunately for The Macabees, The Tocrowkians were not as stupid as they thought they were! All along the beachs, hundreds of small objects shot into the air, and before hitting the ground, they exploded! They were not large explosions, rather, dozens of small ones, but the small ones all together made one big one!


The Beach was filled with with these explosions, and the three crashing helicopters only added to the destruction. One of the Tocrowkian officers laughed. "I love those mines." He said. The explosions soon cleared up, and more Macabee soldiers landed.


How ever, they were greeted by the fires of hell, literally. The beach burst into flames as Napalm filled mines exploded in the face of the soldiers, making the beach glow an eary orange color. "But I love those Mines better!" Shouted the officer, the Tocrowkians used this to their advantage! More men, along with anti-aircraft guns were brought to the beach. The men set up more guns to fire down on The Macabees, while the Anti-Aircraft guns fired Chaff-grenades into the air, which would hender, if not completly suspend, aireal support.


Meanwhile, on the southern beach on Kzir...

"Field Marshall Wulf, some bad news, The Panzers on the eastern beach were attacked. Their down to 214, sir." Said a young soldier, his voice nearly muted by the gun fire and explosions coming from the beachs.

Wulf massaged his temples, and ran his hand through his sweaty salt & pepper hair. He hadnt gotten alot of sleep sense he arrived on Kzir, and he was going to get none tonight. He dismissed the young officer, and began to think to himself.

Without the Panzers, he could not drive The Macabee's off the Island now. The best he could hope for, which he regretted, was to turn Kzir into another Stalingrad. He would have to throw everything he had at The Macabees, all 300,000 troops on Kzir.

And out of those, if his plan was "succesfull", only about 14,000, if that, would live. This was going to be another Stalingrad, the only diffrence is the thousands upon thousands of bodies would be baked in the sun, instead of frozen by the freezing snow.

Wulf sighed. He was already hating him self, so many young soldiers were going to have to die. Tocrowkian history, along with probably World History, would not look kindly on this. Wulf chuckeld to him self...

Their probably going to make a movie about this...

He thought. He could imagine it already. "30 Days on Kzir", or something. "They'll probably portray me as an evil, abusive officer, to..." Wulf said, laughing again. He sighed, and picked up the phone to give more orders to the soldiers on the Southern beach. They would activate the mines as the ones on the Eastern beach had done....

[Operacija: Crni Orao]
(The Novikovian Beachhead)

The landing zone seemed empty enough as combat troops hit the sand along a 400-meter front. No one could be seen on the ground and, from the hills the patrolling infantry encountered no resistance. Within an hour of hitting the beach, the infantry had been reformed and was now preparing to move out.

In all, 792 men were now pacing the hills overlooking that beach. Their IFVs and armored support had unloaded and now a mounted column was preparing to make a dash for the town north-west of their beachhead.

An armed ring now existed around the beach and, inside the protective cover of nearly seven-hundred weapons; an armored column was making last preparations for their run inland. The AAVs were to stay behind, little more than mobile bunkers set on the reverse slopes above the beach. The ten BTR-60s, however, were laden with troops, a full 11 man squad each. Four PT-76s formed up alongside that line of vehicles, forming an armored screen around the convoy’s flanks and the two Type-03s brought up the front and rear.

That column, two platoons strong, roared its way across the dusty hills and vales to a thin roadway, past their waving comrades who had stopped their entrenching long enough to watch them go by. Once on the unpaved road, the column tore along the countryside at 40 km/h, Novikov’s Red and Blue Cross waving from the lead IFV.

They came within sight of the town, a grouping of squat mud-brick homes, and still no shots were fired. The infantry stopped 100 meters from the town and began to unload, making their way on foot into what, for all intents and purposes, was a ghost village, devoid of movement, and there, in the town square, the Novikov Red and Blue was raised over the first foreign town ever to be occupied by the NPM.

Overhead, the Harriers began to break contact and return to their carriers in small groups, leaving only a dozen aircraft loitering over the beachhead and just four deployed in support of those men now inside the Malgerian town.

To Vice Adm. Denosovich, all seemed to be going as planned. Reinforcements were making their way towards the beachhead; troops were well emplaced and he had occupied a town before even his allies of the Second Empire had, surely a propaganda victory worthy of Novikov’s growing fame. Yet on the ground, an uneasy Lieutenant Fyodor Gregorivich, commanding the ground troops, was uneasy. The great majority of his force was still sitting under a kilometer in from the beach and had inadequate air support and no artillery save that which could be requested from the ships supporting this landing.

Yet what made him more nervous was the silence. His landings couldn’t have gone unnoticed, not with the amount of aircraft going overhead, not with the shelling of suspected positions, and most certainly not as his men had moved inland. He knew they would come and he hoped to God that he would be ready…

[OOC: Tocrowkia, I'm not sure if your "The Southern Beach" was referring to me. I looked on the map and it doesn't seem like you have troops in the area. If you'd clarify, that would be nice.]

[Bump, please respond.]

[OOC: By the way, as for those thirty and thirty-two inch guns (Parthia and Abu Arabia respectively), I would suggest toning them down to at tops twenty inch guns in future designs. The propellant on a thirty-two to thirty inch gun would have to be huge and the shell, although larger, would go extremely slowly, and the range would actually be shorter. The Germans had a 800mm gun called the Bertha Gun, the largest gun in history, but a thirty-two inch gun would translate to 902mms while a 30 inch gun would translate to around 760mms. The Bertha fired a total of around six rounds in the siege of Sevastapol, which lasted months - so you can imagine that your guns are going to face massive warps in the muzzle due to heat and force, and that you're not going to be able to fire a lot of shells out of them.]

OOC: Noted. I will bear that in mind in the future, thanks.

Just out of touching the subject of the German big guns, the Gustav Gerat aka Dora Gerat German railgun which was 280mm (11.02in) and capable of firing at a range of 47,000 meters went missing at the end of the war and nobody knows what happened to it...scary.

IC:

The Abu Arabian vessels further out to sea that had been due to reinforce the Abu Arabian fleet previously engaged with the Parthian naval and air fleet found themselves now as an integral part of the Abu Arabian Khilafah's Operation Desert Eagle.

Between all vessels present in this group that had the capability, 500 Mujahadeen (Tomahawk) Missiles were fired, the target mapped to satellite guidance and intell, the target being the Mcabees beachead at Kzir island.
The majority of these missiles had conventional warheads, but around 50 were special, laden with a napalm warhead, intended to burn everything in range upon detonation and make a fiery hell for the poor souls caught in it's wrath.

Meanwhile, 400 Abu Arabian Stealth Fighter Bombers, also due to reinforce the Abu Arabian Task Force that had engaged with The Parthians, now also, found themselves to be an integral part of Operation Desert Eagle, flying to the Novikov beachhead, their mission to crush and eradicate the Novikov foothold.

The sonar presence of Abu Arabian Stealth Fighter Bombers while intermittently present, would be diminished dramatically by the design.

The Abu Arabian Stealth Fighter Bombers immeadiatly encountered the Novikov planes providing air cover for Novikov foothold, and engaged with them imperiously, the design of the Abu Arabian planes, meaning they were manouvering with supreme agility as 200 of them engaged the enemy planes, firing 500 Abu Sayeff missiles at the Novikov planes present, along with 20mm rapid fire cannons, whilst the other 200 acquired enemy ground targets, and unleased their payload of laser guided Conventional, cluster, and napalm bombs targetting enemy infantry and equipment on the ground.


Operation Desert Eagle had begun.

[OOC: Can you please send me the specs on your stealth aircraft? Also, I wasn't aware anyone but Macabees, Tocrowkia, and Malgeria knew about the beachhead (you don't have troops there do you?)]

Reserves had just hit the beach as enemy aircraft came darting in on the weak aircover over the beachhead. Incoming missiles were detected too late and all the twelve unfortunate pilots could do was turn and fire off their Sidewinders at the incoming aircraft. Within twenty seconds of the radar alert, Abu Arabia controled the skies over Novikov's beachead.

On the ground, several SAMs tried to engage using ifra-red weapons in an effort to engage the aircraft. One Sa-11 still in the LCM-8 even tried to engage with a har-launch SAM, ruining the vehicle. Those aircraft low to the ground also found themselves victim to the squad SA-7, 62 of which were launched as the bombers roared overhead.

Within minutes, the damage had been done. Over three hundred men had been killed, others were left cowering in their foxholes. Those on the beach took the most damage, being exposed on the white sand for all to see. Now, a flaming mess of vehicles covered the waterfront and the sound of the wounded rang across the hills.

The attack on the beach, however, may have been a blessing in disguise as it brought the enemy well within range of air-defenses onboard the 1SG's ships. Dozens more SAMs, as well as anti-aircraft batteries mow engaged and the air patrol, consisting of all 18 Harriers not refueling, began a hurried engagement with Sidewinders as the aircraft now neared the fleet.

The battle was carried out to see and, almost immediately, the shouts of those still living in the inferno that had once been Novikov's LZ confirmed the exsistance of hundreds of defenders. Defiantly, they called after the bombers, challanging them to return, telling them to "come down here".


[OOC: I'll inventory my losses in the next post.]

[Bump. Let's keep this alive people.]

[Response Coming Soon]

[OOC: I actually have two beaches on the Eastern Side, so saying which beach would be better because now I'm using half of my total strength, and if you're hitting both beaches I could have used my total strength...meh,whatever.]

[The Beaches]
The infantry continued their way up the beaches as the fire from Tocrowkian continued to pour on them regardless of the firepower they had put in smashing the resistance on the beach. Once they had gotten farther up the beach they ran into another obstacle, mines. Mines were, historically, the arch-nemisis of the infantry and the mines present here were no different. They were in fact the 'bouncing betties' employed by the Germans, meaning that the mines would literraly 'bounce' in the air and then blow. There was one core difference and that was that these mines had a simple explosive instead of the classical 'bb' type of explosion which spread a wall of steel bbs which always tended to be not lethal, but put many out of action as their eyes were gauged out, et cetera. Nonetheless, these mines would take their toll and this was going to be perhaps the bloodies part of the day as a total of around two hundred soldiers were killed as they rushed up the minefields. The NCOs, always the keepers of the peace, stopped their men and began to wait for the armor to crawl up the sand to form literal walls for the infantry against the small arms fire coming from the hills. The armor continued up the beach with the infantry protectively behind them and each Muwatallis was given a 'scorpion' which was an apparatus invented by the British during the Second World War which flailed the ground setting off mines, and it would serve the same purpose here, and it would ultimately save lives as the massive guns of the Muwatallis pounded whatever lay ahead of them.

The Muwatallis were seeing their days numbered however, fortunately for the enemy. Those which hadn't landed yet were being sent back to the Empire to be scrapped for production of the newer Panzerkampfwaggen XI BredtSverd (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=404504) which was considerably lighter, especially in armor values and in the size of the main gun. However, those Panzer Xs on the beach were going to stay there until the beachhead was completed and then they would be quickly phased out. A complete one thousand BredtSverd were expected to make it soon and they would make their landings as quickly as possible. The Macabees were going to need more men and more tanks if this was going to go as quickly as they wanted.

The men on the beach were expanding their numbers. It had started with a thousand men per beach, then gone to two thousand per beach, but by now the landing craft - which had not been targetted - had made enough laps that there were around five thousand men per beach, which would give them enough firepower to break through the opening defenses of the Tocrowkian defense. Morever, each beach head had increased its total tank numbers to two hundred per beach, which gave total armored strength four hundred tanks. However, most thought that this wouldn't be enough as they had seen massive reserves of men organization themselves inside the island waiting to make their way to the beaches to throw the Macabees back into the sea. Even if they would be able to do this without loosing massive casualties the Macabees had command of the seas so it would just foster another landing and ultimate victory was truly inevitable.

In any case, the Panzerwerfers kept up their own form of hell as they reloaded their racks and again turned to meet the hills and began to blast the enemy with hundreds upon hundreds of rockets. This time there were no games to play and the plan of the hour was to destroy the defenses with absolute drenching fire, and thus, that's exactly what they did. The panzerwerfers fired another volley of three hundred and sixty 300mm rockets completely enshrouding the hills with a burning fire, lighting up the skies, and then they took a minute to reload and fired another three hundred and sixty rockets flattening the area around them. They would continue doing this for twenty minutes straight while the men on the beach continued their harsh advance up the sands to the actual hills where they would drive off the enemy up close and personally. The panzerwerfers would fire a total of three thousand six hundred 300mm rockets into those hills, and that was enough to obliterate everything the enemy had there.

As for upcoming men and armor the information the sattelites had gathered was quickly relayed to the fleet which opened their VLS tubes in preperation for a drenching fire. What the enemy had seen up to now was just a fraction of the total power that the miniature Macabee force could channel, and imagine had there been more Macabees - it would have been a pure hell. Regardless of size though the Macabee fleets unleashed a torrent of two thousand MAAM Ausf. B Cruise Missiles in waves of one hundred and targetted the moving columns of Tocrowkian soldiers on the island. The MAAMs shrieked into the sky and once it had reached its optimum altitude, well above sixty thousand feet, the SCRAMjet was pushing it at Mach 6. Then the cruise missiles made an acute arch down and began to pummel towards the doomed earth below them at ever augmenting velocities. So, they would strike the Tocrowkian army (the one of three hundred thousand) with their 800kg OctaNitroCubane warheads, the strongest synthesized explosive known to man, save a nuclear explosive. The Tocrowkians would be feeling it in the morning.

About thirty minutes after the Kondor attack the fifty aircraft came back, keeping higher this time [OOC: In any case, chaff grenades won't do much.], but with the same load out and began to target survivors from the Panzerwerfer attack on the hills of the beach with their 200kg OctaNitroCubane warhead MLAM-2s, slaughtering soldiers where they stood with a vengeance.

There was nothing which was going to stop the Macabee advance, nothing in the world, except a miracle.

http://www-cse.stanford.edu/classes/cs201/Projects/autonomous-weapons/jpg/Mlrs.jpg

[The Bombings of the Beach]
It didn't take much effort to catch the five hundred or so incoming cruise missiles towards the beacheads [OOC: I'm guessing spread evenly between both beacheads...two hundred and fifty each] and so the Macabee response was commited in earnest. The mobile Praetorian Vs appreciated their racks and began to shower the skies with twenty of the large Praetorian Vs each spilling fire onto the sands behind them as they as the surface to air missiles left their slots. The first wave of Praetorian Vs put a total of two hundred and fifty missiles per beach - the Praetorian Vs, considerably low on the large missiles directly on the beachead- meaning that each Praetorian V had one target. The Praetorian was much more advance than the Russian S-400 which was reputed to have an eighty percent kill percentage, so the Praetorian V would have a bit more success.

Regardless of the stopping power of the Praetorian V some of the missiles would inevitably break through the wall of missiles and it turned out that about fifty or so cruise missiles would strike per beach. However, exact precision of the strikes was a bit shaky and even then the tank based DREAD guns put their wall of steel balls into the air taking out even more of the missiles. It was truly a drastic day with balls of flames falling from the skies and the horizon pocketed from the explosions of Macabee cruise missiles and aircraft strikes.

Nontheless, some missiles still go through the Macabee defenses and caused much in the way of casualties. The Macabees would retaliate - they were sure of that. But the beaches had been weakened and this the enemy could take advantage of.
http://images.military.com/pics/shock_and_awe_1.jpg

Total Casualties for this Post:
ca. 1,300 infantry on both beaches
ca. 36 Muwatallis on both beaches

OOC: I apologize profusely for the massive delays, but I regret to inform you that it may be awhile until I can get a good all encompassing post in here. Like I said, it's the end of the quarter and I am being destroyed with work. Also, I'll be gone from thursday until sunday or monday in New York without computer access, so it will probably not be until i get back that I can continue this RP. Thank you for your patience.

OOC: I apologize profusely for the massive delays, but I regret to inform you that it may be awhile until I can get a good all encompassing post in here. Like I said, it's the end of the quarter and I am being destroyed with work. Also, I'll be gone from thursday until sunday or monday in New York without computer access, so it will probably not be until i get back that I can continue this RP. Thank you for your patience.

[OOC: No worries, Parthia, Nov and I will continue pummeling Tocrowkia and Abu Arabia..and maybe Al-Sabir if he ever comes back.]

[OOC: Completely understood. Thank you for telling us.]

[OOC: No worries, Parthia, Nov and I will continue pummeling Tocrowkia and Abu Arabia..and maybe Al-Sabir if he ever comes back.]

[OOC: I'm still waiting on Al-Sabir for my submarine attack. If you remember, several pages back, he launched a poorly documented attack on the Parthians. Well I intercepted with six submarines and had a field day (forty large, fast moving targets at close range. ^_^). He has to respond, but he's probably going to loose around ten subs right there.]

[OOC: Hehe, turns out Al-Sabir has a country called Sabir and he's active in 'A Modern War'..I think he skipped on us...

..in any case, I edited my post with Abu Arabia's attack.]

[OOC: Wasn't Abu Arabia's attack directed against me?]

Meanwhile, 400 Abu Arabian Stealth Fighter Bombers, also due to reinforce the Abu Arabian Task Force that had engaged with The Parthians, now also, found themselves to be an integral part of Operation Desert Eagle, flying to the Novikov beachhead, their mission to crush and eradicate the Novikov foothold.

[OOC: The bombers were directed against you, I felt the brunt of five hundred cruise missiles.]

[OOC: Ah.]

[OOC: Well, I'm bored so I'll just add pictures and statistics:

Word Count (IC): 61,431
Pages: 91 (Verdana, 8ft)

Macabee MLRS is action
http://www.missilesandfirecontrol.com/our_products/firesupport/MLRS-M270/images/pic01-MLRS-M270_lrg.jpg

Just a Minor Fraction of Parthia's Battle Group:
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Streets of Kzir After Bombing:
http://www.esa.int/export/images/itesa1_6800849,1.jpg

Cruise Missiles In Action:
http://www.orbital.com/images/Missiles/ASCMTargets.jpg

Massive 155mm Macabee Batteries in Action:
http://www.army-technology.com/projects/caesar/images/caesar4.jpg

A Kondor Aircraft:
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http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/gaffeur/bushblitzkrieg.jpg

http://photobucket.com/albums/v246/gaffeur/?
[OOC: Nothing comes up.]

many years later



http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/gaffeur/afghani.jpg

As the Parthian fleet drew closer and closer from the Malgerian sea to the mainland, preparations increased for the landing. The massive guns of the six superdreadnoughts were going to do what they did best, flatten massive stretches of land with their massive guns. Admiral Bakhitar on his flagship, the Totalitarian class Shah Shapur could see the city of Hafar-al-Kut in the distance, the pituful city of third world poverty was about to face first world weaponry. The four totalitarian class superdreadnoughts turned to the side, facing the city with their sides parallel to the coast before, in a flash of light the 28 inch guns opened fire. 16 inch guns located on the side of the superdreadnought turned their turrets to face the city and unleashed a barrage of incindiary shells filled with napalm. He could see smoke rising as shells exploded in civillian areas while firestorms broke out all over the city. From the Darius, one of the aircraft carriers with the Parthian fleet, hordes of F-35 JSFs took off with napalm under their wings, supported by F-18s armed with AIRAAMs and sidewinders. Two arsenal ships blackened the sky and set the seas alight as a barrage of nearly 10,000 unguided explosive rockets flew from the ships into the town.

[OOC: Nice picture!]

aHHH!!!! 3d !

*The Russoswedish government hurries about after hearing word that ships had opened fire. Unsure whom to side with or to side with anyone at all as they are a Western Prostant country they stand by and hope for the best.*

[Repost from Another Thread ; Although this really doesn't have to do with this war it could affect it in many ways.

1. I may be forced to pull out.
2. It may give me a reason to increase my forces in the area.
]

Imperial Order No.001
In order to prepare for an offensive into our country which has been threatened by other nations providing vast quantities of intelligence I have decided that it is in our Empire's best interest to prepare the armed forces for total war. It is imperative for all to understand this the war to come, if those who oppose THL decide that war is inevitable, will not be another brushfire war, but a war much larger than the Civil War and will encompass casualties beyond our wildest dreams. The casualties wrought by such a war would make the deaths of thirty million Soviets between 1941 - 1945 look like a field exercise. But, I will do my best to lead the armed forces through it and to destroy anybody who dares flex their muscles towards us!

The primary order is to prepare all the mechanization produced over the years due to the expected war with Vote Early. His fall in recent days has come as an unexpected present to us as we can now use the vehicles produced during that for our defense. Moreover, our static 155mm guns are to be mounted onto the chassis of our heavy Pegaso military trucks, thus giving us another hundred thousand or so self propelled artillery guns, without much effort, although the cost will be immense. Nevertheless, the cost is necessary.

http://www.army-technology.com/projects/caesar/images/caesar4.jpg
http://www.army-technology.com/projects/atmos/images/Atmos_1.jpg

Our mechanization shall begin to take form again and all crews for our vehicles are to go through extensive training programs until the day of said invasion. This includes the crews for:

20,000 Pz. X Muwatallis tanks (haven't been phased out yet)
30,000 Pz. XI BredtSverd tanks (to rise to around 60,000)
3,000 Panzerwerfer Ausf. B MSLR
6,000 155mm Self Propelled KriGud Guns
ca. 200,000 Pegaso Logistical Trucks
20,000 SOV-06 IFVs
10,000 Incinérateur 155mm Rapid Fire Artillery


These numbers are simply huge, however, it is expected that our forces will just be a fraction of theirs, meaning, we will be horribly outnumbered. But, I believe that we will get through this without problems and that they will be crushed.

The full airforce will be ready for the attack, all fifteen thousand Falcons, six thousand Kondors, two thousand Albatrosses and thousands upon thousands of other aircraft. The navy is no exception either although it will face no changes in size.

All in all the Empire is at Defcon 1 and were are prepared to feel the brunt of any invasion. Moreover, we have dozens of allies prepared to aid us in our plight and we promise no easy fight with the enemies of our Lord.

And I will execute great vengeance upon them with furious rebukes; and they shall know that I am the Lord, when I shall lay my vengeance upon them.
-Ezekial 25.17

[signed]Jonach I

[OOC: I left out a lot but I have to go now to get my schoolwork.]

http://www.militaryart.com.au/catalog/ASLAV.jpg
http://img233.exs.cx/img233/1993/tank27mg.jpg
http://www.fas.org/man/dod-101/sys/land/mlrs3.jpg

[OOC: Something simmilar is happening with my military disposition. I may be forced to withdraw from Malgeria due to other events.]

[OOC: Can you please send me the specs on your stealth aircraft? Also, I wasn't aware anyone but Macabees, Tocrowkia, and Malgeria knew about the beachhead (you don't have troops there do you?)


OOC: Ok, specs for the Abu Arabian Stealth Fighter Bomber aka Stealthy Jihad Al-ansar Fighter Bomber (SJAFB)

It looks like a US F-117A Stealth, but is slightly more advanced for agility and aerodynamics, equipped with laser guided bombs (not sure how many, maybe 1 to 3) and sidewinders and Sayeff (Harpoon) missiles, along with a 20mm rapid fire gun.

On a radar screen, it would have the same appearance as that of a F-117A, that of the size of a sparrow (which is claimed by the US Air Force)

The Abu Arabians would know about your troops because of Malgerian intelligence, which naturally Malgeria would pass on to aid his ground forces because of our alliance.

That and Satellite intel I suppose...

Concerning Al-Sabar, he posted a message on The Alliance of Islamic States Regional board that he could not take part any further at the moment as he was busy, I have sent him a tg in regards to your concerns Novikov, but I have recived no reply, I think the best thing is to to just carry on without him for the time being, and perhaps carry on as if he has pulled out his forces.

Macabees, sorry for my mix up over your beaches, I did indeed strike at them both as you said. Great pictures!




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Reserves had just hit the beach as enemy aircraft came darting in on the weak aircover over the beachhead. Incoming missiles were detected too late and all the twelve unfortunate pilots could do was turn and fire off their Sidewinders at the incoming aircraft. Within twenty seconds of the radar alert, Abu Arabia controled the skies over Novikov's beachead.

On the ground, several SAMs tried to engage using ifra-red weapons in an effort to engage the aircraft. One Sa-11 still in the LCM-8 even tried to engage with a har-launch SAM, ruining the vehicle. Those aircraft low to the ground also found themselves victim to the squad SA-7, 62 of which were launched as the bombers roared overhead.

Within minutes, the damage had been done. Over three hundred men had been killed, others were left cowering in their foxholes. Those on the beach took the most damage, being exposed on the white sand for all to see. Now, a flaming mess of vehicles covered the waterfront and the sound of the wounded rang across the hills.

The attack on the beach, however, may have been a blessing in disguise as it brought the enemy well within range of air-defenses onboard the 1SG's ships. Dozens more SAMs, as well as anti-aircraft batteries mow engaged and the air patrol, consisting of all 18 Harriers not refueling, began a hurried engagement with Sidewinders as the aircraft now neared the fleet.

The battle was carried out to see and, almost immediately, the shouts of those still living in the inferno that had once been Novikov's LZ confirmed the exsistance of hundreds of defenders. Defiantly, they called after the bombers, challanging them to return, telling them to "come down here".


[OOC: I'll inventory my losses in the next post.]

IC:


Two Abu Arabian Stealth Fighter Bombers, their pilots cocky and arrogant, paid for their carelessness and were shot down, exploding into fireballs at low altitide by Novikov SAM's strikes in what some would say was a lucky strike, others, a strike back for Novikov.

A third, it's right wing blown off by Novikov sidewinders, plunged towards the beach where Novikov soldiers were, and it fired it's 20mm gun, before plunging into the ground in a huge fireball.

97 of The Abu Arabian Stealth Fighter Bombers (SJAFB) readily engaged with the Novikov Harriers, playing with them, like a cat does with a mouse, torturing it's inferior prey, firing Sayef missiles at the enemy planes.

The other 300 SJAFB delighted in engaging the Novikov 1SG Ships with Sayef (Harpoon) missiles, firing from afar, the target acquired, before disengaging themselves, safe in the knowledge their missiles were headed towards the ships, turning their attention to spraying murderous 20mm gunfire at the Novikov troops and equipment below on the ground below, darting low whilst doing so, in a mopping up exercise, and darting up high in the sky again, to show that they were in clear control of the skies on this battlefield, or as the Abu Arabians called it, "camel shoot".

OOC: I won't be able to RP again until Wednesday. Sorry.

OOC: Ummmm....no? There are no "Moving columms" of Tocrowkian soldiers, they are all hidden and entrenched!

OOC: Ummmm....no? There are no "Moving columms" of Tocrowkian soldiers, they are all hidden and entrenched!

[OOC: You specifically said that you had 300,000 men preparing to march to the beaches for defensive operations...that's what I meant by 'columns']

OOC: Thats funny, I dont remember saying that...

He would have to throw everything he had at The Macabees, all 300,000 troops on Kzir.


[OOC: Quote from your previous post on Page 30 (I believe, or 31) with a 15 post per page count.]

That didnt mean he would do it right now!!!

That didnt mean he would do it right now!!!

[OOC: You should have specifically stated that in the RP. The way you wrote it seemed like you did, and thus my response. I suggest you continue the RP as it is and as you wrote it because that's no fault of mine.]

No I will just disregard that part.

IC:

The SJAFB's, their pilots satisfied at the carnage they had dished out on the Novikov landing, the Novikov ships and inferior Novikov planes, now disengaged from the operation, to return back to The Islamic al-nasr Khilafah of Abu Arabia.

The Khilafah had completed it's mission, which was to bleed invaders of Malgeria, and slow down the invasion. In this then, The Khilafah succeded, and the Abu Arabian vessels and planes left Malgerian waters, with the throb of victory in the Abu Arabian's veins.

Indeed, they had lost men, ships and planes, but importantly, so had those the Abu Arabians had engaged with, and although the loss of the Caliph Ali was a blow, it was, like the other losses, sacrificing itself for that greatest honour, dying for a brother muslim nation, for Islam, for Jihad.

A Hero's reception was assured for when the Abu Arabian deployment arrived home.

To: Malgeria

I have bled the invaders of your holy land, to the extent their invasion has been delayed, their forces crippled.

I leave you now not in abandonment, for you are in the safety and guidance in the hands of Allah, and with Allah as your guide, victory is assured.

Allahu Ackbar!

Caliph Abu of The Islamic al-nasr Khilafah of Abu Arabia


OOC: I'm pulling out of the RP, too busy, sorry. It's been great fun though!

The nation of Duechlander has already been warned of the nation of Malgeria
of the posibility of Intervintion by Duechlander. 24 hours ago, Duechlander sent an ultinatium to the nation of Malgeria and has not recieved a reply. with this, DUECHLANDER DECLARES WAR ON Malgeria AND ITS ALLIES! we are already sending an army, as well as the Duechlander Marines. As it was impart of the the Parthians suffering that we enter this war. (OCC) Parthians, thanks a lot ;)

[OOC: Also pulling most of my troops out in a little bit. I will stay, but not in force.]

The frenzy of combat was over in under ten minutes, and yet in that tiny amount of time the Poldi'sk and three of her escorts were now slipping below the waves. Under twenty of the Harriers had survived. Novikov's sea forces in the area had been cut nearly in half.

On land the final reinforcements had been delivered and now the survivors of the beachhead were awaiting their next orders. They came in a suprising form:

From: NPM-N 1NSG
To: Beachhead command

Force to withdraw, needed elsewhere. Hold until relieved. Good hunting.

The navy had decided to cut her losses. The troops on the ground were on their own.

[OOC: I still need Malgeria to respond to my taking one of his towns. I'm also assuming my submarines have made a sucessful withdraw.]

today, the president of Duechlander has met with the nation of The Parthians. there was an agreement that 1/2 of the Duechlander troops were to be under The Parthians command. in other news, the Duechlander marines landed in Malgeria, on the south coast. It appeared that the defenders were caught "napping" having expected the landing on the north coast. the official reports say that 200.000 marines were put to shore.

today, the president of Duechlander has met with the nation of The Parthians. there was an agreement that 1/2 of the Duechlander troops were to be under The Parthians command. in other news, the Duechlander marines landed in Malgeria, on the south coast. It appeared that the defenders were caught "napping" having expected the landing on the north coast. the official reports say that 200.000 marines were put to shore.OOC: You're looking to get ignored, aren't you?

This is right up there with Tocrowkia rushing a million men to Malgeria by air. Figuring that it would take 20,000 wide-bodied jets to fly in (and that's just the men, not their equipment), how many days would Malgerian airspace be stacked up with that kind of traffic?

So you want to land by sea with 200,000 men? In a single wave? How many miles of beach front are you going to need for that? How many landing craft? Operation Overlord - the largest amphibious invasion in history - couldn't drop that many men down on a beach dozens of miles wide, and that was coming over a very short channel.

A fleet of several hundred landing craft would be needed to mount an invasion of that size, they'd have to land along a front of several dozen miles, and then there would have to be hundreds more freighters and container ships in the pipeline behind the landing force just to keep them fed and armed.

Oh, and the kicker is that you claim to have "caught the defenders napping"? Say what? How do you know that you did this? Did you RP a surprise southern invasion? No? Then how do you know that you achieved surprise?

One fine day a huge invasion fleet just rolls up out of the south and plops a completely functioning army on an enemy coast - without ever having scouted that coast in advance. Yeah, sure.

:rolleyes:

God save us...

the beachhead was the same amount of beach covered in the Nomandie invasion in world war 2. there was some minor casualties, but they were expecting us to invade the northern coast. in addition, it took a week to get from Duechlander to Malgeria, which was represented, and the navy was set off to the invasion area the day that Duechlander declared war! in other news, there was heavy fighting near a fishing town. the casualties amounted to 150 troops dead, 300 wounded. the napping is simualar to the Normandy invasion that was sucessful because the troops were at a place that they THOUGHT we would invade, but didn't. it was NOT OVIOUSLY IN A SINGLE WAVE, THERE WERE 10 WAVES OF TROOPS!

Problems:

A) The time after your decleration of war has been what, a matter of minutes or hours? Plus, it hasn't been recognized by anyone involved.

B) You are too young to have 200.000 Combat Troops. I have a population well over tripple your size, and I field an army of 354.420 total combat troops (Army, Air Force, and Navy).

C) You cannot logistically support 200.000 men on hostile soil using only a shallow-water beachhead.

D) You cannot possibly have the 1.400.000 men needed to provide logistics for a 200.000 man expeditionary force.

E) You cannot simply give up the assumed 1.700.000 men (200.000 Combat, 1.400.000 Logistics / Reserves, and 100.000 Support / Training / Orginizational / Transport) needed to mount an invasion of this size.

F) 200.000 men could not fit onto a 26 km beachhead, regardless of what you say.

G) You cannot godmode suprise, particularly when putting ashore such a large force.

H) You cannot simply assume the approval of The Parthians or anyone else. Who says we want you in this war.

I) You cannot ignore such simple fact as posting a landing area. Where the hell are you supposidly landing?

J) You cannot have moved a fleet capable of transporting 200.000 men into position without somebody noticing. The area is filled with subs.

K) Even if you could, there is no way it could deploy so quickly (assuming immediate deployment, your landings might be plausable in, say 9 days, without preperation.)

L) You cannot have the money or time to arm such a number of men, even minimally. I would love to see Malgeria RPing against you because you cannot claim to have men with anything better than bows and arrows.

M) You cannot godmode casualties without a response to your actions, otherwise you are controling your enemies actions.

N) You cannot expect us to take you seriously if I can get to M on my list of problems with your posts, and I'm hardly trying.

O) You suck.

IGNORE cannons fired at full strength.

What the hell beach are you landing at anyway?

See letter I for all the information he posted regarding a landing area.

OOC: Well, I'm back, and it seems that everyone is slowly abandoning me, for better or worse. With regard to Duechlander, I think Novikov said it best:

O) You suck.

I have to say that those posts were the most blatant displays of unabashed godmoding I have ever had the displeasure of witnessing. IGNORE cannons fired in full force.

Anyway, I'll make my IC posts when I finish getting reorganized from my trip. Abu-Arabia, sorry to see you leaving the thread, but I understand.

Anyway, I'll make my IC posts when I finish getting reorganized from my trip. Abu-Arabia, sorry to see you leaving the thread, but I understand.

Thank you for coming back to us! We are also saddened to see Abu-Arabia go, though not overy so as he was an enemy. Anyway, I just want to you remember that I have troops on Kzir and that your troops are the only ones in position to attack them. We've also caused enough of a stir that you should have noticed (We've got one of your towns flying our flag even ^_^;). Just don't forget we're way down south, as weak. I'd love to test Novikovian Ground Tactis out some time, and you would make a worthy adversary (sp?).

Thank you for coming back to us! We are also saddened to see Abu-Arabia go, though not overy so as he was an enemy. Anyway, I just want to you remember that I have troops on Kzir and that your troops are the only ones in position to attack them. We've also caused enough of a stir that you should have noticed (We've got one of your towns flying our flag even ^_^;). Just don't forget we're way down south, as weak. I'd love to test Novikovian Ground Tactis out some time, and you would make a worthy adversary (sp?).

OOC: Let me RP the resistance to you taking that town before you claim it's flying your flag.

OOC: I didn't claim taking a town, just rushing troops into one and putting a flag up. It's more for a propaganda victory than anything. I simply assumed that the resistance would take a little while to materialize and RPed a fast action. All we have is the town square, as my old post will dictate. I wasn't trying to godmode, just keeping the dwindling action going.

OOC: I didn't claim taking a town, just rushing troops into one and putting a flag up. It's more for a propaganda victory than anything. I simply assumed that the resistance would take a little while to materialize and RPed a fast action. All we have is the town square, as my old post will dictate. I wasn't trying to godmode, just keeping the dwindling action going.

OOC: Oh, alright in that case. I hadn't read your post in my haste to get out of town, and the way you mentioned it made it sound iffy, but I understand now.

The decloration was made LAST WEEK!! THAT REPRESENTS A MONTH OR SO?! I need a map to show where I landed... so if people could post a map, I would be happy to give the info...

A) We are talking RP time here. Otherwise, an absurd thirty years may have passed between the beginning and ending of the last battle. You can't just jump in the middle of a battle and force people to unfairly react to you.

B) You have no reason for going to war. That basically means you will be ignored 99% of the time.

C) There have been THREE or four maps posted. Look around sometime.

D) You still suck.

I encourage all members of this thread to ignore you. If you persist in spamming this thread, i will sick the moderators on you and have your account, or at the least every post of yours under this thread, deleted.

A single frigate was torn to shreds as the shells ripped the deck armor apart. The Arabians were fleeing, but now, Parthians would take over as the superdreadnoughts concentrated fire on the disabled Caliph Ali, firing volley after volley of 30 Inch shells while 150 of the last few Harpoon missiles armed with warheads of thermite, designed to melt the very metal of a vessel as they exploded and spread their flame everywhere. Hopefully, the vessel would sink and the crew killed as the missiles exploded in flame and consumed the ship.

Night was falling fast, and with it, twelve B-2 stealth bombers made their way over Malgeria carrying a load of incindiary weapons and clusterbombs. Satellites had mapped the city of Malger, and there, using precision attacks on highly populated ghettoes, the Persians would kill as many as possible. Captian Bijan Taheri was the lead pilot for this mission, and moved in over Malgeria with his weapons prepared as he glided towards Malger to drop his bombs.

A column of aircraft from Oman closed in fast with E-6s in the front, jamming Malgerian radar while 300 F-78s moved in rapidly to attempt intercepting any enemy MIGs the Arabs could pull of the ground for a quick shoot down. More Persian aircraft followed in, including JSFs armed with HARM missiles for use on SAMs and radars and 35 B-1s, packed full of clusterbombs.

As the Parthian fleet drew closer and closer from the Malgerian sea to the mainland, preparations increased for the landing. The massive guns of the six superdreadnoughts were going to do what they did best, flatten massive stretches of land with their massive guns. Admiral Bakhitar on his flagship, the Totalitarian class Shah Shapur could see the city of Hafar-al-Kut in the distance, the pituful city of third world poverty was about to face first world weaponry. The four totalitarian class superdreadnoughts turned to the side, facing the city with their sides parallel to the coast before, in a flash of light the 28 inch guns opened fire. 16 inch guns located on the side of the superdreadnought turned their turrets to face the city and unleashed a barrage of incindiary shells filled with napalm. He could see smoke rising as shells exploded in civillian areas while firestorms broke out all over the city. From the Darius, one of the aircraft carriers with the Parthian fleet, hordes of F-35 JSFs took off with napalm under their wings, supported by F-18s armed with AIRAAMs and sidewinders. Two arsenal ships blackened the sky and set the seas alight as a barrage of nearly 10,000 unguided explosive rockets flew from the ships into the town.


OOC: Did you miss these posts? I haven't been in town for the past few days and I haven't noticed a response when I scanned the thread today.

OOC: You're looking to get ignored, aren't you?

This is right up there with Tocrowkia rushing a million men to Malgeria by air. Figuring that it would take 20,000 wide-bodied jets to fly in (and that's just the men, not their equipment), how many days would Malgerian airspace be stacked up with that kind of traffic?

So you want to land by sea with 200,000 men? In a single wave? How many miles of beach front are you going to need for that? How many landing craft? Operation Overlord - the largest amphibious invasion in history - couldn't drop that many men down on a beach dozens of miles wide, and that was coming over a very short channel.

A fleet of several hundred landing craft would be needed to mount an invasion of that size, they'd have to land along a front of several dozen miles, and then there would have to be hundreds more freighters and container ships in the pipeline behind the landing force just to keep them fed and armed.

Oh, and the kicker is that you claim to have "caught the defenders napping"? Say what? How do you know that you did this? Did you RP a surprise southern invasion? No? Then how do you know that you achieved surprise?

One fine day a huge invasion fleet just rolls up out of the south and plops a completely functioning army on an enemy coast - without ever having scouted that coast in advance. Yeah, sure.

:rolleyes:

God save us...

I said I was going to deploy a Million men, not that they were all going in at once!

Dozens of Squadron's of Tocrowkian fighters flew gracefully through the air above the Eastern beachs. Each jet fired a Napalm filled missile down on the Macabee troops and their tanks during their first pass, a total of Twenty four missiles crashed down, causing a huge wave of fire to wash over The Soldiers, and their tanks. Two Squadrons departed, and fired missiles down on the landing craft, and strafed the landing craft with their machine guns.

The other fighters turned around, and released yet another volley of napalm, causing yet another wave of fire to wash over the Macabee, and sadly, some Tocrowkian troops and tanks. Additionally, Artillery had been moved in miles behind the beachs, and began shelling the said beachs, with hopes of harrying the tanks and other vehicles. The Jets turned around for a third deadly swoop, and unleashed their powerful machine guns on the beach, kicking up tons of sand, and probably some limbs in their.

Sadly, many of the Tocrowkian jets were lost in the raids, about fourteen, from various causes, many relating to enemy air crafts. The Jets then roared off into the night sky to re-fuel at nearby hidden bases. The Panzers, thankfully, had arrived to replace the jets with support. The Panzers the roared of the sand hills, and began to combat the enemy tanks on the beach!

The Commanders on the beach realized, how ever, the beachs were pretty much lost when then Panzers showed up, and, nobly, ordered bayonets to be armed. The Three Thousand plus soldiers stood up, and emptied a clip each into the on comming soldiers, and charged. The Tocrowkian Soldiers and The Macabee Soldiers began to engage in bloody hand-to-hand fighting on the beachs...


[OOC: Feel free to capture the beachs completly in your next post]

We still need a map of Mageria with the names of cities, etc. The 1st army group advanced 2 miles through the desert and captured an Enemy Base equiped with an airport. Fighting was firce and there was from the Duechlander Statistics, 12 dead for Duechlander, but 50 troops Wounded. The Duechlander Airforce jets (F-18 Hornets) took off from an unspecified air base in duechlander and started for the freshly captured Airbase. (OCC) expect new equipment coming from Duechlander and Allied Nations.

... the napping is simualar to the Normandy invasion that was sucessful because the troops were at a place that they THOUGHT we would invade, but didn't.How do you know where Malgeria and its allies expected you to land?

the beachhead was the same amount of beach covered in the Nomandie invasion in world war 2.That landing crossed a narrow channel of 30-50nm. Your invasion has to be coming from hundreds of nautical miles away.

The closest historical parallels would be the U.S. landings in North Africa (1942) and in the Phillipines at Leyte (1944). Oh, and maybe Salerno or Anzio (1943-44), but that's questionable, since both were hops from Sicily.

Anything larger than a short corps landing (2-3 divisions) is unrealistic.

You are too young to have 200.000 Combat Troops. I have a population well over tripple your size, and I field an army of 354.420 total combat troops (Army, Air Force, and Navy).Oh, he could have an army that size - but it would be green and ill equipped, that's all. Universal conscription can give you lots of people, but only time and money (or money over time, to be exact) can give you a real army.

Allemande is currently stretched to keep up its involvement in Greater Harlack. We've committed a brigade, are preparing to send another reinforced by a fighter group, a strike group, and an tactical air wing, and are mobilizing a short corps to help defend an ally (so it's deploying onto friendly ground). That's about all we can handle - and we've got > 130 billion people and a defense budget > $125 billion.

You cannot simply give up the assumed 1.700.000 men (200.000 Combat, 1.400.000 Logistics / Reserves, and 100.000 Support / Training / Orginizational / Transport) needed to mount an invasion of this size.Again, with 80-90 million people, he could have that many people, but his army just wouldn't be that good...

Even if you could, there is no way it could deploy so quickly (assuming immediate deployment, your landings might be plausable in, say 9 days, without preperation.)Absolutely! It will take several weeks for Allemande to move III Corps (80,000+ men) to South Harlack - maybe even a few months. By that yardstick, mobilizing an army the size of the one descibed here would take months, maybe even a year (the forces raised for Overlord took over two years to assemble.

You cannot have the money or time to arm such a number of men, even minimally. I would love to see Malgeria RPing against you because you cannot claim to have men with anything better than bows and arrows.I assume that WWII vintage equipment is free, so I'd permit M-1 Garands (or Mausers), Browinings or equivalent LMG's, M-48's or T-54's, maybe MiG-17's or SuperSabres if I were in an especially generous mood. Towed artillery, though, which really sucks.

You suck.Oh, c'mon, now. You can't know that he does that - that would be godmoding...

OOC: Did you miss these posts? I haven't been in town for the past few days and I haven't noticed a response when I scanned the thread today.Everyone took a little break, which was fortunate. You were gone, Malgeria was gone, Ayaddha was busy pontificating on ontology ;) , and I've been off rattling sabres and dodging nukes while I wait for my reporter to get shot or saved.

And Fatima Ajouff is still waiting for her Billy Pilgrim moment... ;)

Welcome back. It'll be good to see some good "bad guy" RP vs. the bad "bad guy" RP I've had to stomach of late...