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Fresh off a newly-announced field promotion to Vice Admiral, Matt Lance was sitting on the bridge of the ISS Isselmere, a Freedom-class superdreadnaught that served as the flagship of the Sarzonian fleets that assembled in the Black Sea to bottle up the Generian Navy.

Admiral Ben Newman was aboard a military transport back to Navy Command in Nicksia to leave Lance in charge of the naval effort. Brigadier General Bryce Norman* was on his way to command the Sarzonian army forces that were sitting lying in wait for the chance to land.

"Can't we just start landing now," an overeager army lieutenant asked.

"No, we can't land yet," Lance said. "Right now, we're facing floating batteries, anti-ship missiles, and enough weapons to wipe out the entire Sarzonian navy. We have to coordinate with our allies to make sure that we can land effectively." Turning to the lieutenant, Lance smiled. "I know you're anxious, but we want to make sure we succeed in bringing Generia to her knees."

Lance then turned to a lieutenant commander and told her, "get us in touch with the Artitsan commanders and send a communicade to the Praetonian fleets. Inform them that we are to meet aboard the Isselmere to coordinate our attack."

"Aye, sir." the Lieutenant commander immediately opened the secure channels and sent word to both commands to meet aboard the Isselmere in the situation room "as soon as is practicable."

Lance sat and waited for the acknowledgement.

*OOC note: Brigadier General in the Sarzonian army is equivalent to Major General in other armies. Major General is equivalent to Brigadier General. Just so you know and don't get suprised if a Brigadier General in the Sarzonian army tells a Major General what to do.

Two Black Horse (OOC: Stats coming soon - tis a joint project between Hogsweat and I :)) helicopters rose almost silently from the flight deck of the Freedom Class Superdreadnaught, the PWS Imperium. Of course, the helicopters were not silent at all, but compared to the noise created by thousands of nuclear reactors, sailors, searchlights, megaphones and shouts, the sound could not be heard. Solice from the immense noise of such a mighty battlefleet could only be found within the armoured confines of the warships themselves.

Over head, thousands of the new SkySnake planes bought from Sarzonia flew to secure the airways against any attack upon the fleet. The helicopters and their precious human cargo were, despite being in the air in the middle of an ocean, in one of the safest places in the world. Touching down upon the Sarzonian Freedom Class, the men, including the Fleet Admiral himself, stepped off, and were escorted to the conference room byt the Sarzonians.

OOC: Yes, it's a terrible post, but I hate "arriving at the conference" posts.

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Commadore Oladsky stepped down off the V-82T VTOL transport. The aircraft had made him sick to his stomach, it was quite a fast aircraft. His entourage, a representative from each Levithian BBCN, walked behind him, as they made their way to the meeting.

Back at the Artitsan Armada, the 2nd Grand Fleet, 7th "Black Tide" Fleet, the 10th and 11th Sovietzky Fleet's, and the third Expeditionary Fleet. This was the second largest Armada assembled in Artitsan history, and it would be necessary. There was a total of 3,769 vessels of Artitsan Origin in the blacksea, (including support vessels and submarines), all ready for combat. Hundreds of missile boats were prepared to strike the Generian Fleet, along with dozens upon dozens of SSGN's, and arsenal ships. Even more dangerous, was the fact each vessel had recieved the new AM-98B anti-shipping missile, AM-98C Land-Attack missile, AM-98D Cluster Munitions missile, and AM-98E Anti-Radiation missile.

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Sitting in the Isselmere's situation room, Lance was poring over his notes regarding the war effort. The Generian navy was being bottled up well by the combined efforts of the SAP coalition. With Praetonia now able to commit troops and ships to this front following the end of the Roach-Busterian front, Lance knew he had much more at his disposal. He also knew that the home front troops would be on their way after the troops who made up the occuping force in Roach-Busters came home.

As he was making some notes, he heard the intercom.

"Admiral Lance, Commodore Oladsky is here from the Artitsan fleets. And the Praetonian Fleet Admiral is here as well."

"Good, send them in," Lance said. He knew he'd have a few more minutes to finish up any notes, so he did so while waiting for the two officers to show up. Within a few moments, just as Lance finished his last word, Oladsky walked into the situation room.

"Admiral Lance," he said, saluting him.

"Commodore, no need," Lance said. "You can call me Matt if you wish." Especially since I was about equal to you in rank about three hours ago, he thought.

"Very well Matt," Oladsky said. Just then, the Praetonian fleet admiral arrived.

"Sir," Lance said, standing at attention as the Praetonian walked into the room.

The plans Lance had drawn up were intricate, and they came with the consulation with Artitsan commanders, but he wanted to make sure the Praetonians were in agreement with the plans as well.

He took the handwritten sheet with the plans in his hands as the Praetonian smiled and waved off the formality.

"Here's what I've drawn up in prior consulation with our Artitsan allies," Lance said.

"The Artitsan SSGNs destroy Generian shore batteries and other weapons. Limited tungsten rod attacks decimate what we're not able to take out with those attacks. Your fleets lure the Generian fleets north where we wipe them out. The Artitsan army lands and comes in from the East. Our army will hit them from the south. If they launch any missiles at us, we have protection from 200 TAMD Mk IIIs in the Artitsan armada. We have 20 of our own to serve as backup."

Lance waited expectantly for the Praetonian fleet admiral's response to the plans.

"We have 1.2 Million men standing by for the invasion. After we decimate his fleet, I would suggest a very intense battleship bombardment of his coast and beaches. We don't want a Dieppe."

The commodore stroked his chin, pondering his fleets abilities further. "Each TAMD can handle roughly 1,000 Anti-Shipping Missiles, so we should be set, but please, keep all SAMs and CIWS activated, obviously. I think we need an impressive amount of air-power, and we need to put up a lot of dogfighters. Do you concur?"

Lord Varus stood in front of the massive plate glass window overlooking the city of Sofia. In the distance grey curls trailed up over the mountains into the cold blue sky. No stiff wind blew here, the city protected from the northern blows by the Alexian Range, and a dreadful calm sat over the city and the surrounding plains. The air was bitter, despite, and Varus's jaw set sharply as his eyes pierced the distant rocks and seemed to reveal the scene over the distant horizon. Far to the northeast sat Port Belgrade, and the Empire's first fortress, the bastion of defense againsty an invading horde.

His jaw clenched tighter as he considered the fact that the callous SAP forces were contemplating the same thing, readying themselves for an attempt to sieze this long standing monument to Imperial will and indominatable strength of arms. They were dogs, every last one of them, and they sought the destruction of the glorious Empire.

Now was a dark time indeed. For the first time since the first great war against the Muktari federation the shadow of Generia's enemies had drawn out to cover her noble shores. He swore that they would regret it.

For every inch of ground they gained, the Empire would slaughter a thousand of them, and for every turret destroyed, for every vehicle overturned, and for every valiant Imperial Praetorian who was brought down in honorable combat, there would be a greater hell to pay for the interlopers.

Blood is a beautiful thing, but when it is spilled in righteous defense of that which one hold sacred above all else, the sovereign shores of one's homeland, it becomes a divine duty to shed this godly fluid and is truly a sight of perfect glory.

"The Imperium has 900,000 Imperial Guardsmen to throw into the fight, and we our fleets are capable enough of defending themselves," he said curtly, "now where are we to attack?" He motioned to Port Belgrade on a map of the Generic Empire, "I suggest we land to either side of this port here, encircle it, and use it to supply our amries as they march towards Alexium."

"Ah, but the Northern Flank would become quite vulnerable to the Generian Army. I say we strike from the south, perhaps capture a minor city or even town south of Port Belgrade. Belgrade herself will not fall quickly, I will tell you this now. It will be a hard fight, and I am sure they will pour every ounce of strength into that city. If we can succeed there, the war has already been won. " The Commodore paused to catch his breath, then continued. "I would suggest that the Praetonians assist us in taking the City, whilst your Sarzonian Troops guard our south and western flank. "

Oladsky studied the Sarzonian Admiral's face, he obviously took that last suggestion the wrong way. Oladsky moved quickly, like oxygen rushing to replace a void. "Of course, I would suggest the Sarzonian's sweep across the south of Generia, a task they would be sure to complete in record time!"


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Robert Mills' clicked away at his keyboard, occasionally rolling about his rollerball. The flatscreen LCD in front of him responded with detailed geographic images, relayed down from Space. Deep within the OASIS compound in the Central Mountains of Artitsa, a huge intelligence gathering mission was underway. Over a dozen recon satellites were buzzing over Generic Empire, snapping high-resolution photos by the minute.

OASIS had been spending days locating launch locations of SAM sites, and ASM launchers. The operators were busy calculating just how big a saturation would be necessary to remove the SAM umbrella over Generic Empire, and it was looking extremely costly. Just to be sure, tiny UAV's would be launched from hundreds of ships, each about the size of a seagull, and looked like one too. They would confirm the positions of the SAM sites, and an officer in some far off country would place a tiny little pin on a massive map of the theatre.


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Deep beneath the waves of the sea, K-449 creeped silently, flanked by three other Tigershark SSGN's. Behind them crawled 6 Borei SSGNs, and to each side were 8 Oscar IV's. In the middle of this group lay four Nike SSACVN's, and two Njord SSCVGN's. Above this little group were the 8 SSN-1201's, and below were 6 SSN-2101's. About 10km's infront of this group, were 14 SSN-994's, patroling for any enemy activity, and 4 AMS-84 SSN's on long range patrol, almost 30km's from the group. They would come within 400km's of the coastline, and there they would wait.

There were four other such groups spaced roughly 100km's apart down the coastline, it was a massive organizational feat, and only possible thanks to the 10 Duty Class SSCN command sub's. Thousands upon thousands of missiles awaited to be launched, once the order was given. As hundreds of targets poured in from the Satellites and UAV's, they were relayed to each group, and from there to each submarine.

((OOC: With regard to the map in my signature, Alexium does not exist at this point in time. It is constructed after the end of this war.))

Across the Empire, the talons of the steel beast were beginning to unfold, preparing to close in on the soon to be embattled city. Massive redeployments had been ordered from every corner of the middle Empire, from Generia City to the foothills of the Deska Mountains. Over dirt roads and four lane highways alike the warrior machinations of Generia thundered, bound for the military Mecca that had become Port Belgrade. A total of five million Imperial soldiers consisting of regular infantry, Praetorian Guardsmen, and logistics personnel were en route to bolster the already formidable garrison.

In the south the Imperial southern armies were also preparing to move north. If Port Belgrade was besieged, the Empire would deploy every available asset to drive the barbarians from her gates. Victory would be assured.