The Macabees
04-03-2005, 05:23
Rising Tide of Wars Present in the Gibraltar [ ATTN: Chellis]
[OOC: I'm wary of starting this RolePlay but I think that it'll come out well if any OOC troubles are squared away on an OOC thread or by MSN/AIM. Unless Chellis says otherwise I accept this being open to Modern Tech nations.
Reference Thread: http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=402005&page=1&pp=15
Please, no OOC threats or anything of the like. Also, apologies in advance if I don't respond quickly, I have a very busy schedule.]
The white battlefleet cut through the crisp waves of the turbulent Atlantic Ocean as quickly as possible and in full militaristic discipline, white flags waving with a fervor unseen in the strong winds. Overhead Macabee aircraft shrieked in a circular patter, jet engines raging spewing fire of exotic colors, as they completed AWACS and CAP duties to protect the task force. The sun beamed brightly and the crews of the myriad of ships hoped that the clear skies were a foreshadowing of the future, but most refused to step up on the decks unless it was required because the light rays refracted from the steel trimaran hulls of the ships. Those who were damned to the decks toiled under that bright sun which most called the sun were working the lines or cleaning the rubbish which had piled in heaps during the cruel summer storm of the week before. Indeed, each of those ships was a city within itself, the larger capital behemoths supporting thousands of crew members, and inside the confined of the armored hulls stirred a cacophony of noise committed to by all the working sailors, moving back and forth in the slim hallways that crisscrossed each ship.
The fleet was codenamed CTF-071, an arbitrary number to throw off intelligence, such as what the United States did in the Second World War. The fleet was simply massive, and it dwarfed all other overseas task forces in size and power, while it spread for kilometers on all sides throughout the Atlantic Ocean. It was composed of fifteen Model class Aircraft Carriers, eight Raus class Escort Carriers, twenty Rommel class Battleships, eighty Manstein class Destroyers, thirty Clauswitz class Frigates, thirty Seydlitz class Cruisers, fifty patrol craft and over three hundred additional and logistical shipping, bringing total fleet numbers to five hundred and thirty three ships, a complete fifth of the Empire's total fleet size. All of these enteties were given assorted tasks, including three anti-submarine warfare perimeters sweeping the seas at twenty-five, fifty, and one hundred kilometers from the nuclear of the fleet. That latter metonymy was quite correct for the fleet was a biological whole, the ASW, AWACS and CAP acting as the membranes with selective permeability and the essential organelles fitted inside, such as the tankers which acted like the mitochondria of the battlegroup, supplying the required energy to all the corners of the task force. The fate and destiny of this coalition of naval surface vessels were placed in the hands of the most celebrated naval commander in the Macabee arsenal, Grand Admiral Durgstaden von Laifsraggen, who had been transferred out of the Melgarian Sea specifically to command the illustrious CTF-071. Although his record of success was unmatched and would most likely remain so the admiral was already of fifty years of age. Most would consider that young, but the Macabee military machine prided itself for the young age of its commanders because such ageless leaders provided the charisma, initiative and courage that Macabee martial ideology was based upon. The more elderly were put in offices located in the highrises of Macabea or Fedala, but Emperor Jonach I refused to condemn his most trusted admiral to such a corner of fiery hell and so while the General Staff warned that his appointment would lead to inactivity and exxagerated caution the Emperor simply dismissed the claims and shunned them all as blatant hyperboles.
Grand Admiral Durgstaden von Laifsraggen slowly trudged over the deck of his flagship, the carrier HES-012 Chivalrous, studying the neatly organized aircraft spaced out on top of the steel groundwork. The sun beat down on his neck and with the back of his hand he wiped the sweat off his glistening forehead. von Laifsraggen approached the hand railing guarding anyone from falling overboard, and he grabbed it, putting his weight on it to look at the yellow horizon. Behind him came Captain Alfred von Tribbeskon, of only twenty-six years of age and already captain of the carrier Chivalrous, and he placed his left hand on the shoulder of his admiral. Looking towards that non-existant point to where von Laifsraggen gazed he said,"What troubles you Herr Admiral? I know for one you are not the kind that troubles over how potent an enemy is, nor do I consider you a treacherous defeatist, for the saint of defeat dares not to pass you by. So tell me what your mind stirs of, I beg of you."
The admiral did not smile, but he did turn his head towards the captain and replied,"No Alfred, you are incorrect for the first time. This time I do fear our competitor. This is not a Kahta or a Melgaria, this is a totally unconquered beast, which has never suffered a major setback. He outnumbers us on land, air, and sea and the only possible path to even a most limited victory would be one of slaughter. I fear that the dunes and mountains of North Africa will run crimson with the blood of perhaps millions."
He was correct, the war to come was to be most difficult deed to ever be undertaken by the Macabee Empire and it would be a lengthy endeavor. However, the Macabees were well prepared for it and most senior officials promised at least an overwhelming tactical victory. In fact, CTF-071 was merely a synedoche, a part of the whole, for inside the bowels of the ships were five hundred thousand infantry fiddling with their gear and guns, along with one thousand main battle tanks, composed entirely Panzerkampfwaggen Ausf. B X Muwatallis', as well as two hundred Panzerwerfers, two thousand mobile Praetorian Vs, and three hundred KriGud self propelled artillery guns. It wasn't much compared to the any front anywhere around the world, and these would be needed in the days to come. Indeed, the Macabee logistics system would have its mettle tested but so would that of the enemy. Sergeant Albrecht von Durst twirled his assult rifle with his right hand while his left kept it verticle by balancing it when it was about to tip. He spoke to his squad in the usual sergeant-like voice,"Men, when we get there I ain't gonna be your f------ friend, Ima gonna be your daddy, so when I say hop, you hop. You don't like the idea? Then go back to your momma at home or die on the sands of Morocco, cuz' I ain't gonna feel sorry for your ass. I'm glad we had this time to bond, now shut the f--- up and suit up."
Under the waves three of four Leviathan class submarines - Armageddon, Respite, and Agammemnon - prowled the seas ahead of the fleet, while they were reinforced by fifty Toledo class submarines. All of these were fully loaded with their ideal loud outs, consequently extremely dangerous and very powerful. The silent service kept a full four hundred kilometers ahead of the fleets to make sure that the battlegroup didn't confuse them with enemy submergibles. However, they were loosing the distance as they had slown down to five knots while the fleets were raging at twenty-nine knots, but it didn't matter, the submarines would reach their destination within three hours.
[A Number of Transmissions]
*Encrypted Databurst to ViZion*
With the backing of Euroslavia, a member of the UWP and NWO, the Macabee fleet will conduct extensive military operations in the Strait of Gibraltar. Although we will do everything within our power to make sure there are no breaches of aerial borders we cannot stop the future, so illegal flyovers will no doubt happen. All we ask of you is your cooperation and to not open fire on our aerial, naval, or land assets. Furthermore, we reaffirm your sovereignty in the once nation of Spain and pledge our full support in the sevent that Chellian forces disrupt and challenge said sovereignty. If you wish to discuss any agreements further please contact us, we will respond with much eagerness. Sadly we cannot slow our timetable, cosnequently we cannot wait long for your response.
*Encrypted Databurst to Jarridia*
The Macabees will begin military operations near and around the Gibraltar. Consequently, there will be minor penetrations of Portugal's airspace, which are not authorized, due to human error. We asl you that you don't shoot our aircraft down unless you believe it's imperative. This agreement, if struck, should also carry over to the forces of any allies or UWP forces if they decide to intervene, as we are opening the Straits for Euroslavia. We hope that Jarridia decided to comply, if not then we will have to improve our potential to avoid such confrentations, and will make our job much harder - but in that case we will still respect your sovereignty claims over Portugal.
Public Message to Chellis
The Macabee state, unofficial admirer of Euroslavia and upholder of Euroslavia's survival, sees your closing of the Gibraltar as a breach of international rights of open passage and as open belligerence, threathing the neutrality of several nations, including that of the Macabees. Consequently, we give you four hours to conjur a document which guarantees open shipping lanes through the Straits of Gibraltar. If not we fear that there is no other diplomatic initiative other than open warfare, although the Second Empire will do as much as possible to avoid outright military operations for the sake of peace and for the sake of the thousands of lives that would be lost in such a war. We hope that you cooperate with the international community and re-open the Straits without further hinderance.
[OOC: Many of you might say Chellis has the right to close the Gibraltar...don't give me four pages on that crap... my own policies do not agree with that, and I doubt those of Euroslavia, or the allies of Euroslavia, do either.]
[OOC: I'm wary of starting this RolePlay but I think that it'll come out well if any OOC troubles are squared away on an OOC thread or by MSN/AIM. Unless Chellis says otherwise I accept this being open to Modern Tech nations.
Reference Thread: http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=402005&page=1&pp=15
Please, no OOC threats or anything of the like. Also, apologies in advance if I don't respond quickly, I have a very busy schedule.]
The white battlefleet cut through the crisp waves of the turbulent Atlantic Ocean as quickly as possible and in full militaristic discipline, white flags waving with a fervor unseen in the strong winds. Overhead Macabee aircraft shrieked in a circular patter, jet engines raging spewing fire of exotic colors, as they completed AWACS and CAP duties to protect the task force. The sun beamed brightly and the crews of the myriad of ships hoped that the clear skies were a foreshadowing of the future, but most refused to step up on the decks unless it was required because the light rays refracted from the steel trimaran hulls of the ships. Those who were damned to the decks toiled under that bright sun which most called the sun were working the lines or cleaning the rubbish which had piled in heaps during the cruel summer storm of the week before. Indeed, each of those ships was a city within itself, the larger capital behemoths supporting thousands of crew members, and inside the confined of the armored hulls stirred a cacophony of noise committed to by all the working sailors, moving back and forth in the slim hallways that crisscrossed each ship.
The fleet was codenamed CTF-071, an arbitrary number to throw off intelligence, such as what the United States did in the Second World War. The fleet was simply massive, and it dwarfed all other overseas task forces in size and power, while it spread for kilometers on all sides throughout the Atlantic Ocean. It was composed of fifteen Model class Aircraft Carriers, eight Raus class Escort Carriers, twenty Rommel class Battleships, eighty Manstein class Destroyers, thirty Clauswitz class Frigates, thirty Seydlitz class Cruisers, fifty patrol craft and over three hundred additional and logistical shipping, bringing total fleet numbers to five hundred and thirty three ships, a complete fifth of the Empire's total fleet size. All of these enteties were given assorted tasks, including three anti-submarine warfare perimeters sweeping the seas at twenty-five, fifty, and one hundred kilometers from the nuclear of the fleet. That latter metonymy was quite correct for the fleet was a biological whole, the ASW, AWACS and CAP acting as the membranes with selective permeability and the essential organelles fitted inside, such as the tankers which acted like the mitochondria of the battlegroup, supplying the required energy to all the corners of the task force. The fate and destiny of this coalition of naval surface vessels were placed in the hands of the most celebrated naval commander in the Macabee arsenal, Grand Admiral Durgstaden von Laifsraggen, who had been transferred out of the Melgarian Sea specifically to command the illustrious CTF-071. Although his record of success was unmatched and would most likely remain so the admiral was already of fifty years of age. Most would consider that young, but the Macabee military machine prided itself for the young age of its commanders because such ageless leaders provided the charisma, initiative and courage that Macabee martial ideology was based upon. The more elderly were put in offices located in the highrises of Macabea or Fedala, but Emperor Jonach I refused to condemn his most trusted admiral to such a corner of fiery hell and so while the General Staff warned that his appointment would lead to inactivity and exxagerated caution the Emperor simply dismissed the claims and shunned them all as blatant hyperboles.
Grand Admiral Durgstaden von Laifsraggen slowly trudged over the deck of his flagship, the carrier HES-012 Chivalrous, studying the neatly organized aircraft spaced out on top of the steel groundwork. The sun beat down on his neck and with the back of his hand he wiped the sweat off his glistening forehead. von Laifsraggen approached the hand railing guarding anyone from falling overboard, and he grabbed it, putting his weight on it to look at the yellow horizon. Behind him came Captain Alfred von Tribbeskon, of only twenty-six years of age and already captain of the carrier Chivalrous, and he placed his left hand on the shoulder of his admiral. Looking towards that non-existant point to where von Laifsraggen gazed he said,"What troubles you Herr Admiral? I know for one you are not the kind that troubles over how potent an enemy is, nor do I consider you a treacherous defeatist, for the saint of defeat dares not to pass you by. So tell me what your mind stirs of, I beg of you."
The admiral did not smile, but he did turn his head towards the captain and replied,"No Alfred, you are incorrect for the first time. This time I do fear our competitor. This is not a Kahta or a Melgaria, this is a totally unconquered beast, which has never suffered a major setback. He outnumbers us on land, air, and sea and the only possible path to even a most limited victory would be one of slaughter. I fear that the dunes and mountains of North Africa will run crimson with the blood of perhaps millions."
He was correct, the war to come was to be most difficult deed to ever be undertaken by the Macabee Empire and it would be a lengthy endeavor. However, the Macabees were well prepared for it and most senior officials promised at least an overwhelming tactical victory. In fact, CTF-071 was merely a synedoche, a part of the whole, for inside the bowels of the ships were five hundred thousand infantry fiddling with their gear and guns, along with one thousand main battle tanks, composed entirely Panzerkampfwaggen Ausf. B X Muwatallis', as well as two hundred Panzerwerfers, two thousand mobile Praetorian Vs, and three hundred KriGud self propelled artillery guns. It wasn't much compared to the any front anywhere around the world, and these would be needed in the days to come. Indeed, the Macabee logistics system would have its mettle tested but so would that of the enemy. Sergeant Albrecht von Durst twirled his assult rifle with his right hand while his left kept it verticle by balancing it when it was about to tip. He spoke to his squad in the usual sergeant-like voice,"Men, when we get there I ain't gonna be your f------ friend, Ima gonna be your daddy, so when I say hop, you hop. You don't like the idea? Then go back to your momma at home or die on the sands of Morocco, cuz' I ain't gonna feel sorry for your ass. I'm glad we had this time to bond, now shut the f--- up and suit up."
Under the waves three of four Leviathan class submarines - Armageddon, Respite, and Agammemnon - prowled the seas ahead of the fleet, while they were reinforced by fifty Toledo class submarines. All of these were fully loaded with their ideal loud outs, consequently extremely dangerous and very powerful. The silent service kept a full four hundred kilometers ahead of the fleets to make sure that the battlegroup didn't confuse them with enemy submergibles. However, they were loosing the distance as they had slown down to five knots while the fleets were raging at twenty-nine knots, but it didn't matter, the submarines would reach their destination within three hours.
[A Number of Transmissions]
*Encrypted Databurst to ViZion*
With the backing of Euroslavia, a member of the UWP and NWO, the Macabee fleet will conduct extensive military operations in the Strait of Gibraltar. Although we will do everything within our power to make sure there are no breaches of aerial borders we cannot stop the future, so illegal flyovers will no doubt happen. All we ask of you is your cooperation and to not open fire on our aerial, naval, or land assets. Furthermore, we reaffirm your sovereignty in the once nation of Spain and pledge our full support in the sevent that Chellian forces disrupt and challenge said sovereignty. If you wish to discuss any agreements further please contact us, we will respond with much eagerness. Sadly we cannot slow our timetable, cosnequently we cannot wait long for your response.
*Encrypted Databurst to Jarridia*
The Macabees will begin military operations near and around the Gibraltar. Consequently, there will be minor penetrations of Portugal's airspace, which are not authorized, due to human error. We asl you that you don't shoot our aircraft down unless you believe it's imperative. This agreement, if struck, should also carry over to the forces of any allies or UWP forces if they decide to intervene, as we are opening the Straits for Euroslavia. We hope that Jarridia decided to comply, if not then we will have to improve our potential to avoid such confrentations, and will make our job much harder - but in that case we will still respect your sovereignty claims over Portugal.
Public Message to Chellis
The Macabee state, unofficial admirer of Euroslavia and upholder of Euroslavia's survival, sees your closing of the Gibraltar as a breach of international rights of open passage and as open belligerence, threathing the neutrality of several nations, including that of the Macabees. Consequently, we give you four hours to conjur a document which guarantees open shipping lanes through the Straits of Gibraltar. If not we fear that there is no other diplomatic initiative other than open warfare, although the Second Empire will do as much as possible to avoid outright military operations for the sake of peace and for the sake of the thousands of lives that would be lost in such a war. We hope that you cooperate with the international community and re-open the Straits without further hinderance.
[OOC: Many of you might say Chellis has the right to close the Gibraltar...don't give me four pages on that crap... my own policies do not agree with that, and I doubt those of Euroslavia, or the allies of Euroslavia, do either.]