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The Commonwealth of Hirgizstan News Network (COHNN) had been working overtime to broadcast the rising conflict in Semeridon, where the once Nationalist and pro-COH government had been toppled twice, now under the heavy hand of the Communist Dictator, Yamin Rammone Toulen and his RAS (Revolutionary Army of Semeridon) Party.

"Since seizing power in a bloody coup where numerous politicians lost their lives, Toulen organised a series of attacks on the Commonwealth embassy in the capital, Lamfe." The female news reporter was quiet as pictures of the flaming embassy came up on screen, a scene of carnage with burnt out trucks, bloody people and soldiers moving everywhere. The pictures faded as the news caster continued..."The embassy attacks left seven Commonwealth citizens dead and 4 Marines also lost their lives. The catalyst for the Fuhrer's declaration of war came one day before the last embassy attack. A Coast Guard patrol off the Legionnaires city of Worthington apprehended a terrorist cell of RAS militants, who had detailed plans for a bomb strike on a Government office. Within hours of their apprehension Hirgizstanian military units uncovered, in Lamfe, further plans to blow up Government buildings in the COH and plans to attack our allies. The terrorists are to be executed on 12th of January. We will now repeat the broadcast of the Fuhrer's speech, earlier this morning..."

The news caster faded out as a plush office came into view. An ornate wooden desk dominated the picture, with Gold pen holders and a gold statue of a wolf. The Fuhrer sat behind the desk, his hands clasped on top of the leather writing pad. He was framed by the large oval window behind him and the Hirgizstanian and Commonwealth of Hirgizstan flags either side of the desk.

"Good evening. Citizens of our glorious Commonwealth, a grave injustice has been committed against us by the forces of tyranny and oppression. Seven honourable citizens and Four brave Marines have already died at the hands of the belligerent Communist government in Semeridon.

Hundreds, even thousands more may have died had it not been for our Coast Guard apprehending the terrorist cell that planned to strike a blow for tyranny in our homeland. Citizens, i assure you...we will not stand idly by while our brothers and sisters are killed...we will not stand by while our lives and our homes are threatened.

Due to the terrorist threat emanating from the communist dictatorship in the so-called Democratic People's Republic of Semeridon, i have today declared a state of war against Yamin Rammone Toulen and his Communist Government. No longer will our very existence be under threat, we will swiftly bring vengeance to the terrorist scum who have threatened our nation.

Citizens of the Commonwealth, unite behind our brave men and women in uniform as they prepare to defend us."

The video of the Fuhrer faded out and back came the news-caster..."Alright, that was the Fuhrer earlier today giving...."

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Robert Eckling was awoken by another artillery strike, 'they were getting closer' he thought as he reached for his rifle and began to crawl out of his foxhole.

Bedraggled looking young men dressed in dirty olive drab military fatigues and tin helmets mingled here and there, some smoking and laughing with friends, others shaved and washed, yet some slept through the barrages in their foxholes and on the various vehicles scattered about the camp.

Eckling strained his ears as the barrage petered out, if he listened hard enough he could hear a waterfall somewhere on the Kara River. He assumed the barrage was coming from Belleville, was south of their position. They were in a heavily forested valley, with steep mountains all around, the barrages wouldn't get close any time soon. Helicopters were his only worry but the only nearby helicopters were staffed by drunken idiots of the People's Army, old Mi-8 and Mi-17 helicopters, and since there was a low lying mist and strong winds over the area he doubted they would get harassed today.

As he walked through the camp toward his Command Tent he greeted soldiers who were milling about small tin cookers here and there, they may have looked wretched but they were in good spirits. As he neared the command tent, which was just a big green canvas thing with wood poles, a friend ran out in a bluster of excitement. "Robert quick, this is dam important, we didn't want to wake you coz you looked dog tired but in any case its dam good news, come on quick."

Eckling ran back to the tent with his 'Executive Officer', Mitch Gorman. Inside there was a wooden table on each side with bits and pieces of tech equipment, radio's, video players, satellite phones, laptops, TV's etc.
Some of the soldiers inside where huddled around one of the TV's, watching with enthusiasm the somewhat snowy screen. Mitch moved over to it and Robert followed, the soldiers parting slightly to let them see.

"This is Naminda Burkhan, COHNN News, Victories. Thank you, Naminda for that report...and now for the headlines at 5pm. Today's top stories, The Fuhrer declares war on the DPRS over the death of a number of citizens and the rising terror threat, we'll have coverage throughout the evening. Also today, the stock-market hit a new high when..."

Mitch turned away from the TV and Robert looked at him cautiously at first. Mitch moved away and said "That’s not all Rob, come here and look at this." Mitch began to fiddle with a laptop on the other side of the tent as the other soldiers continued to watch the news channel.

"That video message you sent to the Commonwealth of Hirgizstan must have worked, about an hour ago they sent an encrypted message to us via satellite, come closer, I'm bringing it up on-screen." Robert moved toward the laptop as Mitch leaned back and gestured for him to read. The message read:

"Encryption Max
Add: 0001.0 SEM
To: Nationalist Front; Eckling
From: COH DOD
Message:

Have received your video message. Need more information, if still alive we are willing to help. In return for information we will provide assistance in the form of material and possibly Special Forces. Where are you planning to establish base> suggest you move to high ground. Send reply with info on your new location and situation ASAP.

MESSAGE END"

"Excellent stuff Mitch. My plan is to move up into the Andorran Mountains. There's an Artillery outpost there, full of drunks I'll bet. If we give the Hirgizstanians info then we might be able to get info about that base in return. I want to move out at dusk, 2 hours from now. We take the three tanks and the cars, make for the other side of the Kara River and head South East, away from Karasburg, then we head into the mountains and make camp before first light. Tell the men about the situation, tell them help is on the way, you know i tried to negotiate Dominion Status with the COH once, maybe when this is all over i can negotiate again."

"Maybe Rob, maybe...but lets get this nasty war business over with first shall we?" Mitch said with a grin.

"Indeed," replied Robert.

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DOD- ACTIVATED MILITARY UNITS

TASK FORCE ANVIL

ARMY:

5 Brigades of the 1st Armoured Division:

400 M1A3
100 M1A3 with Mineplough
60 M29A1 Arbiter
60 Leopard 2A6EX
60 Merkava 4
60 Tank Recovery Vehicles
100 M2A3 Bradley
50 LAV-25
100 M109A6
50 AS90
20 Avenger
10 M270 MLRS
20 M1114 Up-Armoured HMMWV
10 5T Trucks
10 Stryker
10 M570 HMTHAADS
10 M670 HMMEADS
20 C-380 NCT/T-76
200 M5 (ST-21 NGBT)

9th Airborne Division:

4 Brigades
19,300 Soldiers/16,300 Combat Soldiers
500 UH-60L
500 CH-47D
50 OH-58D
100 AH-64D
50 RAH-66
500 M1114 Up-Armoured HMMWV
250 LSV
25 AH-6
100 C-380
10 AH-94A Stalker

Elements of the 1st Regiment, Special Forces Air Wing:

100 MH-6J
25 MH-47E
25 MH-53M Pave Low IV
100 MH-60L
10 AH-60 DAP
20 C-380


COLONIAL ARMY

1st Brigade, 21st Foreign Legion Regiment (21FLR) of the 5th Foreign Legion (5FL):

100 UH-60L
50 CH-47D
50 CV-22
20 AH-6
20 OH-58D
50 AH-1Z
5 UH-10X (Heli-Crane

ARMY TASK FORCE: BULLDOG



NAVY:

6th Fleet:

2 Imrpoved Nimitz Class CVN's
10 Ticonderoga Class
10 Arleigh Burke AEGIS Class
8 Oliver Hazard Perry Class
2 Improved Iowa Class
4 San Antonio Class
10 Sea Shadow 4
5 Torrent Class Arsenal Ships
1 Missouri Class
2 THAADS Missile Cruiser
2 MEADS Missile Frigate
10 AOE Supply

11th and 12th Naval Airwing's

Each Airwing has the Following:

2 C-2 Greyhound
4 E-2C
4 EA-6B
8 S-3B
12 F-78B Fierce Hawk
16 F/A-18E
16 F/A-18F
2 F/A-18G
4 HH-60G
2 SH-60B Sea Hawk ASWH
2 SH-60F Ocean Hawk ASWH

SEAL Team Six (Attached to the 6th Fleet);

600 Men
50 ATV's
100 LSV's

8th Squadron, Air Force Special Tactics (Combat Air Controllers etc-attached to SEAL Team Six):

1 Unit
70 Men
25 ATV's





10th Fast Attack Fleet:

4 Vampire Class CVN's
8 Ticonderoga Class
4 Arleigh Burke AEGIS Class
4 Oliver Hazard Perry Class
1 Iowa Class
2 San Antonio Class
5 Sea Shadow 4
5 Torrent Class Arsenal Ships
1 Missouri Class
2 THAADS Missile Cruiser
2 MEADS Missile Frigate
5 AOE Supply

15th and 16th Naval Airwing's

Each Airwing has the following:

2 C-2
2 E-2C
2 SH-60B Sea Hawk ASWH
2 SH-60F Ocean Hawk ASWH
8 AH-1Z
12 JSF-35N (Navy VTOL)
6 CH-53G Sea Stallion


1st Submarine Force:

15 Los Angeles/688 Class SSN's
10 Seawolf Class SSN's
5 Virginia Class NSSN's
15 Improved Astute Class SSBN's

1st Sub Force is attached to 10th and 6th Fleets.

NAVAL TASK FORCE: COURAGE

COMMONWEALTH OF HIRGIZSTAN MARINE CORPS (CHMC):

5th Marine Division (MEU) [On Standby]:

3 Regiments
21,900 Men/18,000 Combat Soldiers
240 M1A3
120 LAV-25
600 AAAV
50 M198 155MM Howitzer
150 HMMWV
150 5T Trucks
300 C-380 NCT/T-76
75 M5 (ST-21 NGBT)
15 M29A1 Arbiter

12 WASP Class LHD's with the following Air Compliment each:

8 JSF-35M (Marine VTOL)
15 CV-22
6 CH-53G
8 UH-1Z
6 AH-1Z


6 Torrent Class Arsenal Ships

15 Modified Giant Class Oil Tanker Transport Ships

AIR FORCE:

9th Attack Squadron: 500 F-78A Sokol/Fierece Hawk

7th Fighter Squadron: 1000 F/A-22A Raptor

1st Bomber Squadron: 750 B-52H

6th Bomber Squadron: 500 B-2A Spirit

6th Airlift Squadron: 1000 AN-225 Cossack

3rd Reconnaissance Squadron: 300 RC-135W Rivet Joint

3rd Air Control Squadron: 200 E-8C JSTARS

3rd Air Refuelling Squadron: 300 KC-135R Stratotanker

AIR FORCE TASK FORCE: 1ST EXPEDITIONARY UNIT

SPECIAL FORCES:

3rd Battalion, 85th Ranger Regiment:

1250 Soldiers/1000 Combat Soldiers
50 ATV's
50 LSV
500 CRRC (Combat Rubber Raiding Craft)
25 HMMWV


A and E Squadron, 1st SFOD-D (CAG):

A Sqn:
375 Soldiers, all Combat Ready
25 Civlian 4X4's
25 ATV's

E Sqn (Snipers):
375 Soldiers, all Combat Ready
25 Civlian 4X4's
25 ATV's

2nd Black Operations Unit- Strike Force Lightning (SOIAG)

600 Soldiers

1st Squadron Special Boat Service:

95 Soldiers, 75 Combat Soldiers
5 Pegasus Class Mk.4 Special Operations Craft
50 CRRC (Combat Rubber Raiding Craft)





-COH-

:: posting later shall I do ::

BUMP for new posts.

Once everyone has their 1st Posts in, i will make a post from Yamin Rammone Toulen and the DPRS Government, that should get things moving.

OOC: I'll admit from the discussion on the TOA forum I wasn't impressed. I'll admit from reading this I was highly impressed. I'll admit I was VERY wrong in my first assumption. And I quote myself: "Finally an NS thread worth getting involved in!" Now would there be a map of Semeridon?

The Emperor of Layarteb was in his chair, overlooking the latest plans to deploy a series of missile batteries along the coast. Why does it seem we're on a slippery slope for disaster he thought as he read the latest operational status of the ICBM and IRBM missile regiments. They had just deployed the LGM-189A and LGM-189B Orion missile. It was an ICBM (but secret IC) but instead of being deployed on a train or TEL or silo, it would be dropped out of the rear of a C-5B Galaxy. Armed with either a 2.0 megaton or three 750 kiloton warheads, the LGM-189 would be the best weapon they had yet, especially since it would be deployed from a cargo plane.

But as he was initially the order, he looked at the news. Ahh the Fuhrer. What is he up to these days? The LNN showed him giving a speech but with no audio. Technical problems always annoy me! But it wasn't a technical problem. The newscaster was speaking. "Today, in the Commonwealth of Hirgizstan, the Fuhrer has declared a state of war against communist rebels in the colony of Semeridon."

The Emperor buzzed his secretary. "Jessica. Please get the Fuhrer of Hirgizstan on the phone immediately."

"Right away sir."

The phone range. "Hello. Yes. Doing well and yourself. Fantastic. Health is always a good thing these days. I just heard of your situation. Terrible. Yes indeed, when will they learn human nature does not permit communism. Alas we expected that much. Well sir, I have one question. What do you need from us?"

He awaited the Fuhrer's response...

"We need whatever you can give us, is the simple answer. Air Forces and Marines would be preferabble, but it looks like we'll be splitting the country up into AO's so if your willing to commit a large force then fantastic, it'll allow us a quicker resolution of the situation. What do you say Emperor?"




OOC: The Map of Semeridon is on the TOA forums, same post as all the preliminary stuff, i've tried to post it here, along with some other pictures but so far it won't let me, bloody jolt!
I think this RP will be good for Special Forces, i am planning to have the Nationalist Front commit to a guerrilla campaign from the Mountains, buoyed up by SF of course, but i reckon you could all see that one coming!



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Robert Eckling was infuriated. He'd gone to the express trouble of raiding a People's Army base to secure arms, equipment, vehicles and importantly, Night Vision goggles and Gas Masks. In his hands Eckling held a pair of NVG's, that he had tried numerous times, but wouldn't work. His infuriation arose from the fact that none of the devices were working, 'I lost three men for THIS', he thought as he punched a nearby tree.

Regret emerged almost immediately as he looked at his hand, his knuckles were bleeding and the whole hand pulsed with pain. He held it out for a minute to examine it, before roughly shoving the NVG's in his ruck and carrying on.

As he started off, Mitch came over, whispering his name to make sure it was Robert, they could barely see each other in the twighlight. "Pssst...over here Mitch," whispered Robert. Mitch felt about for a second before grabbing Robert's OD Jacket and moving closer. "Get under the raincoat Rob...got something here."

Both men fumbled about for a second before a computer backlight illuminated their faces under the black raincoat. In a hushed voice Mitch began to explain, "We got this message from the Hirgizstanians about 20 minutes ago, they've replied to our sit-rep. Read it."

"Encryption Max
Add: 0001.1 SEM
To: Nationalist Front; Eckling
From: COH DOD
Message:

Got your sit-rep. Looks bad. We have assets ready to assisst. Contact us again when your are safely to your destination. We have the info you requested, will transmit once we receive confirmation of your safety.

MESSAGE END"

Robert looked at Mitch who closed the laptop before removing the raincoat from their backs. "Looks-," Eckling was cut off mid-sentence by the steady BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM of an artillery barrage, the third of the night. As he was about to continue his sentence a jet roared by overhead, the men he could see near him tensed and looked to the sky, not that they could see anything past the trees and pitch black of the night. "Looks like we could get some 'special' help...if we can stay alive. It won't be long before the more high-tech aircraft from Kiruna arrive on station, we need to be concealed by then. How much further?"

Mitch continued to look into the pitch black sky as he talked, "Another 4 to 5 Miles on this bearing, there's a cave formation where we're going. You remember the training missions up there?"

"Yeah, i remember, back when the Army wasn't a rabble and our leaders weren't communist psychopaths." Robert sighed heavily as he finished, he had been a General in the Airborne before he became a politician, now he was neither. Mitch had been a squad leader in his unit.

"We better press on Robert, it'll be first light in 7 hours, and its up a rocky incline for the last mile or so." Mitch moved off and Robert followed, before sighing and taking one last look the way they'd come.


-COH-

"Where might we deploy sir?"

Doable!

The URLs are as follows:

http://www.theforsakenoutlaw.com/Graphics/Nation-States/Other/TOA/HIRG_COLWAR/semeridon.jpg

http://www.theforsakenoutlaw.com/Graphics/Nation-States/Other/TOA/HIRG_COLWAR/semeridon_mt_artybase.jpg

Does this work?

"That will depend on the other members of the October Alliance. As i see it at the moment, two nations' forces will take Cape Island, North East of the Fanu Cape, while another two or one forces take up positions on Fanu Island and another, as yet unidentified island in the Sea of Hope. Fanu Island could base a substantial force, probably around 800,000 Soldiers, and vehicles, there's also a sizeable airport on it, which could be expanded by Engineers to take any manner of aircraft. Cape Island, as you can see is fairly large, since Toulen took power the people rose up and have complete control of the island, making it ideal as it already has an International size airport. At this preliminary stage i will make the decision to commit COH and, if you will, EOL forces to the Cape Island sector, and the other nations, if they decide to join us, to the Sea of Hope. The Fanu Cape, as i'm sure you can see, will need to be patrolled by all of the forces present to ensure we have total sea domination. However, our occupation of the two sectors will hinge on the destruction of their sizeable, though inept, Naval forces. What forces will you be commiting Emperor?"


OOC: Cheers for the map thing, that makes it a lot easier for everyone, i tried but it still wouldn't upload, the link works out fine-cheers.

"Fanu Island you say?" The Emperor looked at the map. "You say it is under your control? If so, we could deploy there."

Silagrad [Capitol Building]
Rostov, District I
Armed Republic of Soviet Bloc
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"Kagan, sir... Here's the latest international events... On the top is a very urgent report, dealing with our ally, Hirgizstan." The aide hurredly spoke, attempting to keep pace with the near-running Kagan, who had a habit of walking fast. Dokhturov [The Kagan], snatched the packet, surveying the contents sheet posted on the top.

"Alright, I'll look it over in my office, I need some coffee. Thanks." The aide nodded and slowed down, observing the Kagan quickly maneuver towards the end of the hall in the massive capitol complex known as 'Silagrad', or 'City of Power/Power City'. The complex was massive with sprawling wings, and seperate buildings which housed different offices. The entire complex sat on several acres in central Rostov and wasn't even twenty years old. The Kagan disappeared into his office, the heavy oak door with its brass handles closing behind him. The Kagan often liked his morning time alone, often locking the door to prevent disturbance as he enjoyed a cup of coffee and general relaxation before a heavy day of running the nation.

Within his office, Viktor dropped the packet on the massive desk before he made his way to a second door, which opened into a small kitchenette, with another door which led to a small bedroom, in the event he was forced to stay in the building, or needed rest during the day. He grabbed his navy blue mug with gold trim and poured it full with coffee. He then added a generous amount of assorted condiments to create his own perfect blend. He took a sip and smiled, Perfect. He slipped out of the kitchenette and into his sprawling office. He slipped into the leather office chair and set the cup of coffee down on the desk. He laid his head back for a minute before leaning forward and pulling the packet towards him.

He flipped it open and scanned the immediate summary page of the events occuring with Hirgizstan. Now he was interested, he flipped the report open and focused on the reading. He snarled, "Communists..." as he continued. Within minutes he had finished the report, he let his head back producing an audible sigh...

He picked up the phone's receiver on his desk, a brand new one with a built in computer and monitor. He had a database of over seventeen thousand phone numbers on it, and all he had to do was find one and click on it. He used a track-ball and quickly located the folder for international leaders, there, Hirgizstan. He clicked. The phone buzzed and began dialing. Within two rings a secretary answered.

"Uhhh..." He eyed the computer. "Wrong number?" The voice didn't match up to what he remembered of the Fuhrer's.

"Who are you attempting to contact?"

"The Fuhrer of Hirgizstan?"

"One moment..." The line quieted down then came back, "I'm sorry, he's currently engaged at the moment in another phone call. I can leave a message and have him contact you later. Who is speaking?"

"Viktor Dokhturov... Kagan, of Soviet Bloc. But, uh, nevermind, I can try later." He quickly hung the phone up. "Well then." He fumbled beneath his desk before finding the button, he depressed it and a series of electric motors lifted a flat panel computer monitor onto the surface of the desk. He pulled out the keyboard and began writing out a data transmission, which would, hopefully, find its way to the Fuhrer...




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-TRANSMISSION CONTENTS-

Comrade Fuhrer,

Although I would have preferred discussing this with you verbally, over the phone or otherwise, you were currently engaged in a phone conversation, so I must instead type this and either await a reply or a phone call, the latter is preferred. Anyways, to business. This morning I read a report on the current situation in Semeridon: the coup and the eventual attack on your embassy, both of which disgust me, greatly, especially the loss of Hirgizstanian lives. I understand the severity of the situation, as the rebellion in Kazakhstan eventually claimed the lives of over two thousand servicemen.

I also understand you have declared war on Semeridon and intend to take action. I'm willing to support you in the matter. And if you approve, the ARSB will also declare war and mobilize forces to assist in an attack against Semeridon. However, I will need to know what we face, the numbers, equipment, etc. and what our plan of battle will be. Currently, I am mobilizing several Immediate Reaction Brigades, which are intermediate forces designed for rapid reaction to any battlefront, this force will likely spearhead any assistance effort along with a series of our expeditionary fleets and rapid reaction fleets. These forces will remain on call in the event they are required, however, I will wait for more information before officially mobilizing conventional units to assist in an invasion effort.

I await further information concerning the situation and look forward to assisting an ally in their time of need, especially against such vermin...

Regards,
V. Dokhturov

Viktor R. Dokhturov
-Kagan, Armed Republic of Soviet Bloc


-END-

"No, Fanu, we believe was never under Semeridon's control, it was basically an independent region, tied to Semeridon for its currency and military protection, it has its own government and they have contacted us, stating they have raised a militia and will await further instruction. They were going to be absolved in the Dominion Act before the Communists took over, so they had ties with us. The island i was proposing EOL and COH forces take over is Cape Island, its larger, has a bigger airport and could act as a staging post. A Nationalist element contacted our Embassy before it was shut saying they had taken control. They will be amicable toward us. We're doing some Ordnance survey's to see exactly how big the island is, but it looks able to hold at least 2 sizeable invasion forces and elements of more...[inaudible whispers]...ahhh...is that confirmed...no Emperor not you...[inaudible whispers]. Emperor, Viktor Dokhturov, The Kagan, has just confirmed his intent to join us via a transmission. Our best bet at the moment is to organise a Naval Strike Force to clear the area East and West of the Fanu Cape, right up to Nautili Bay, to ensure the safety of the proposed staging areas. Emperor, it is up to you which island you prefer as a staging point for your forces. Besides that, we have another situation that could work in our favour. A small element called the Nationalist Front have broken away, with weapons, into the Central Andorran Mountains. The man who leads them, a former Special Forces General and the Senator who first got the Dominion Status Act rolling for us, has contacted us. He's about to attack a base in the mountains, if they survive it would be a good oppurtunity for Special Forces to exploit while the main forces get ready for the invasion. I'm sending in two Squadrons from the First SFOD-D if they survive their attack on that base, as i said, it may be a good oppurtunity to exploit."


OOC: ARSB, i'll RP a phone call to the Kagan as soon as i get finished with the Emperor. Anyone know if NG or Reptiles will be getting involved?

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The rain blurred any vision from the cave entrance, it was so thick and coming in so fast that visibility was down to 6 or 7 feet. Robert had heard helicopters coming and going until the rain started, he hoped they hadn't dropped any troops yet, his men were carrying very old rifles, SKS and AK-47's mostly, with no body armour and only limited ammo. Altogether there were 35 men, ranging in age from 17 to 55, Robert himself was 46 and he found it tough and to make it worse, during the night they had had to abandon their two jeeps and two trucks.

The three tanks they had sabotaged with booby traps, one of which had gone off as the sun came up, much to the delight of the men. Robert sat cradling the heavy AK-47, his knuckles white and one one hand covered in blood from his outburst the night before. He was lying prone on a smooth rock about 10 feet from the cave mouth, watching for any sign, trying to listen above the constant, but at least concealing, noise of the rain.

Someone tapped his leg, he jerked round to see Mitch on his haunches, laptop in hand, signalling Robert to have a look.

Robert signalled a nearby man, who looked too young to shave, to takeover the watch, which he manouvred to do.

Mitch eased himself down into a natural seat on the floor of the cave, the loose rocks sliding and crunching as he did so. Robert came over beside him and squatted down behind him to see the laptop. "Good news Rob, more messages and some extra info from the Hirgizstanians, read this.:"

"Encryption Max
Add: 0001.2 SEM
To: Nationalist Front; Eckling
From: COH DOD
Message:

Glad to see you made it to the mountains. Leadership is considering sending special help, other forces are still being considered. Information and a sat photo of the PAS Artillery Base in the mountains is enclosed. Good luck for the op, contact us again if successful.

MESSAGE ENDS

Robert mused for a moment before talking, "I guess there's no point in sending 'special help' if we're all dead, can't blame them. What does this base look like then?" Mitch clicked a few buttons on the lap-top before bringing up a satellite picture of a dusty base surrounded mostly by trees. (OOC: Sat Picture: http://www.theforsakenoutlaw.com/Graphics/Nation-States/Other/TOA/HIRG_COLWAR/semeridon_mt_artybase.jpg). A small dusty track ran through the centre. On one side laid a large building with air-conditioning fans on the roof, it was marked as 'Service and Repair Centre'. On the other side of the road there was a smaller rectangular building with a square outhouse, marked as 'Barracks'. At one end of the track there was two 155mm Howitzer's and to the bottom left of that there was another two 155mm guns. Two Shilka's were placed around the base, one behind the barracks, the other off the middle of the dirt track. Fuel drums and 155mm Ammuntion lay stacked against the walls of the Service and Repair building, while a line of UAZ jeeps sat near the barracks. On a small track near the base sat a large helicopter, labelled as an Mi-17. Apart from a dirt track in and out, the base was surrounded by scrub brush and rocks, which, during the night, would be perfect.

Mitch turned to look up at Robert, "Want to know what i think?"

"Yeah, go ahead."

"We attack at the 'magic hour', just before the sun-sets, the helicopter will be useless even if the pilot's do have Night Vision which i doubt. At that time everyone will have clocked off for the day and will probably be in the barracks downing vodka and playin poker. We use two groups, one circles around in the brush to attack the helicopter and leaves 2 men to guard it if there's no one there. Then they move toward the barracks, they kill everyone inside and get the jeeps with the MG's fired up and ready. I'll take that squad. You take the others, to attack the Service and Repair Centre, if you need us send a runner and we'll come in with the jeeps, once we take the centre we fan out to the gun pits. If the Shilka's are still on the move we hit them with RPG's before we assault and in that case it will be all out fighing, same basic plan with the two sqauds, only with a lot more bullets. What you think?

"I don't like it, not at all. But with no radio's or support there ain't much else, get the men together, leave two sentries. We'll go tonight, i'd rather get killed sooner, i don't want another day to think about it.

"Still the pessimist, hunh Rob?" Mitch said with a grin.






-COH-

The Emperor nodded. "Perhaps then we should deploy there. Would it be alright for us to deploy to the southern part of the island, establish a small naval port for the recieval of our replenishment ships, and also establish a decent size airstrip for our operations. We wish to deploy a full Expeditionary Airwing and some naval elements. We may deploy Army units that consist of infantry, cavalry, helicopters, and airborne soldiers. We also wish to move in Special Forces and establish a significant defensive net on the island. Will the enemy be possessing aircraft?"

"Yes, the enemy have aircraft, several thousand i'm told. As you can imagine our information is patchy at best and the Communists seem to be excellent at hiding their forces, we've caught them moving equipment and vehicles on satellite, but as far as we can tell they have a lot of their forces hidden away. I will send you, via transmission, the information we do have about their forces. But, as i have said, in order to secure Cape Island we will need to clear out their Navy beforehand. I appreciate all your help on this matter, Emperor, but if you would excuse me, i have to go and call The Kagan, he is expecting my call. If you have any queries at all send them by transmission and i'll sort it out. Good day Emperor." The Fuhrer placed the phone back into its cradle, before reading the Kagan's transmission. Once he had read it he began to dial the number.

The phone rang. "Yes...Hello. My apologies for the delay, the Emperor was sorting out the EOL's commitment to this endeavour...yes, he's doing fine. I'm fine, thankyou. Yes, damm communists, terrible, just terrible. Anyway, how are you, and what do you wish to discuss, sir?"

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"Encryption Max
Add: Spec.EOL-ARSB-NG-REP
To: EOL, ARSB, NG, REPTILES
From:COH
Subject:

Intelligence File- Democratic People's Republic of Semeridon- Military Forces

People’s Army of Semeridon (PAS):

The Army of Semeridon is thought to have around 2 Million (Forces numbers are strictly estimates, satellite intelligence and ground intelligence is flawed at this time, due to the nature of the Revolutionary Government, it is believed they are hiding many units, especially Armour) full-time personnel and 300,000 Home Vanguard personnel.

The Army is broken down as follows:

The PAS possesses a total of 1.96,000,000 (roughly 2 Million) ground forces in thirty corps units (18 infantry, 8 mechanized, 4 artillery) plus a light special forces command, which oversees special warfare units.
Its heavy equipment consists of 10,000 tanks (T-62, T-72, T-80U,T-90 tanks), 8000 armored personnel carriers, and 18,000 pieces of field artillery, with a major percentage self-propelled for purposes of speedy artillery support. The units are geared for mechanized warfare reminiscent of the Nazi blitzkrieg.
Last but not least, 150,000 special forces troopers stand ready to engage in sabotage behind the lines, sowing confusion and turning the whole ROK into a battlefield.


As the above figures are rough estimates of enemy strength and organization, by the time we had finished this report on the People’s Army strength there had been desertions of soldiers from numerous divisions. In some areas of Semeridon there is believed to be small Military Forts staffed by a Nationalist Element, friendly to the COH, that appear to have certain Western Vehicles and equipment, such as M60 Tanks and Jeep 4X4’s, but their numbers are believed to be small.

There are also varied reports from Nationalist spies that the ‘Home Vanguard’ or HVG formations are only a cover for guerrilla soldiers trained in unconventional and revolutionary warfare. They are thought to use small, non-descript civilian vehicles for transport and are armed with all manner of Soviet Bloc Weapons, including Kalashinakov’s. SKS, AKM and RPG’s.

It is also believed that the formations of the PAS (People’s Army of Semeridon) that have armour are organised separately into Armoured Brigade’s. As is apparent from this file, it is highly probable that the Military infrastructure would dissolve in any war, with orders coming at lower levels. We can, however, guarantee that the Military will fight, but we know that their Command Structure will be the first target, and thus is our conclusion about their tactics if a war is imminent.

Main PAS Base: LAMFE
Secondary Bases: WISTER, AURORA,AULDING, BELLEVILLE

People’s Navy of Semeridon (PNS):

The Navy is an almost non-existent force. Most of the former Naval High Command were Nationalists and would not accept a Communist revolt, thus they were able to scuttle and destroy many ships and bases in the Semeridon Fleet. The main Naval Forces are primarily for defense, rather than littoral warfare and we have no real intelligence about their organistion. However, it is thought that two Surface Action Groups survived and operate primarily as the offensive units, there are also 2 smaller Forces of faster vessels that appear to be working in a Coastal Patrol capacity. Submarine Forces are all Diesel powered Russian Subs and there are roughly 20, except for two or four Han Class Nuclear subs, thought to be ageing rapidly and in a state of disrepair, but according to nationalist intel are seaworthy.

The Navy is though to have, excluding the SAG’s, just over 500 seaworthy vessels (Some Cruisers, at least three Destroyers, Patrol Craft, Guided Missile boats, torpedo boats, fire support craft, and there are reports of one Aircraft Carrier.)

The PNS is also operating 300 Hovercraft in a special forces capacity and can supposedly land these troops anywhere they want. There are thought to be around 50,000 Naval personnel and around 10,000 Naval ground forces, including small Marine type units and about 1000 Naval Special Forces.

Due to the bad shape of the Navy not every vessel has a name (OOC: For the majority just give them Russian or typically Communist names) but the SAG’s do name their vessesls, but with no imagination. Each Class will usually have a flagship and every other ship in that class will have the same name, except with a number from 02.

Surface Action Group 1:
1x Akula Class SSN (Nekrona)
1x Mike Class SSN (Nik)
(Possibly 1x Alpha Class SSN) (Beluga)
3x India Class (Conventional) (Kefal 1-3)

2x Bravo Class (Conventional) (Ipin 1-2)
1x Moskva Class CVN (Kondor)
2x Sovremenny Class Destroyers (Sarych 1-2)
4x Koni Class Firgates (Koni 1-4)
4x Bora Class Guided Missile Corvette’s (Sivuch 1-4)
2x Ivan Rogov Class Amphibious Warfare Ships (Orlan 1-2)

Surface Action Group 2:
1x Akula Class SSN (Semeridon)
1x Mike Class SSN (Yamin)
3x India Class (Conventional) (Prima 1-3)
2x Bravo Class (Conventional) (Necromonger 1-2)
4x Kresta II Class Cruisers (Berkut 1-4)
2x Kildin Class Destroyers (Krupnyy 1-2)
4x Neustrashimy Class Frigates (Yastreb 1-4)
4x Riga Class Guided Missile Corvette’s (Toulen 1-4)
5x Zubr Pomornik Class Amphibious Landing Craft (Orlan 1-5)

The remainder of the Navy, around 450 ships are made up of Cruisers, Frigates, Coastal Patrol Vessels and a further 10 Conventional Subs. Some of the ships are reported to be simply fishing boats with fake barrels and grey paint, but intel sources cannot get close enough to identify them as fakes or as a Class of Naval ship. The DoD maintains that the majority of these 450 ships are not seaworthy and are barely floating, they are more a visible ‘deterrent’ than a real threat, and due to the visibly amount of rust and decay this would be a favourable view.

The Frigate Classes, not in the SAG’s, are Koni and Krivak.
The Cruiser Classes, not in the SAG’s, are Kynda.
The majority of identifiable Coastal Patrol vessels are converted Russian Corvettes of the Tarantul Class. Further ships are unkown but DoD sources indicate that only 150 ships, not including the SAG’s, would be a threat and/or seaworthy.

Main PNS Base: WISTER
Secondary Bases: AURORA, MAUN, BARTICA

The People’s Air Force (PAF):

The air force has a total of eight divisions (150,000 personnel); 4 for combat (fighter/bomber regiments), 3 for transport and helicopter, and one devoted exclusively for training.
Most of the 2500 aircraft are old models, with only 500 modern aircraft (MiG-23, 29 SU-27)There are also what appears to be 5 Sukhoi S-37 Berkhut which have caused some controversy. The mainstays consist of 2000 old erSoviet aircraft (MiG-19, MiG-21, IL-28, SU-7, SU-25). There PAF also operates around 1000 KA-50, KA-52, Mi-28 Havoc and Mi-24 Hind, Mi-17 and Mi-8 Hip.
The aircraft that causes the most concern is the 300 AN-2, flying at 100 mph at low altitudes, that makes detection by older radar very difficult, and its transport of special forces troopers deep behind the lines is a very definite threat. Not only that but many of the fleet are painted in bright civilian colours and appears as crop-dusters from far off.

Main PAF Base: KIRUNA
Secondary PAF Bases: LAMFE, MAFEKING, LETHEM


Judicial Police:
We have included the Judicial Police in the Armed Forces file because they operate a large number of Armoured Jeeps and BTR-80s. They are also heavily armed for a police force with numerous Ready Response Teams (RRT’s) who act like SWAT in tandem with Commissariat Authority Agents.
(RE: Commissariat Authority or The Foreign and Homestead Commissar’s Special Authority Department for the Protection and Provision of the Communist Revolution. These are a de-facto Secret Police who operate without bounds. They are ruthless government spooks, fiercely loyal to Yamin. They have been known to carry out public beheadings with swords and other such atrocities. We predict they will become Guerilla units operating independently of each other and of any central authority. Most are highly trained in torture and extortion. Expect brutality with stupidity.)

Message Ends"

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Rustling...moving...a person...someone running. Robert tucked his gun quickly into his shoulder as Mitch did the same, their eyes squinting in the direction of the noise, trying to see in the half-light and half-dark of the 'magic hour'.

"Thunder...," Robert hissed.

No reply, Robert began to tense, taking first pressure on the AK's trigger. He repeated himself, "Thunder..."

"Flash, Flash...don't shoot, its us," came the hurried but hushed reply.

Robert breathed easy, he dropped the AK down to his waist as he and Mitch moved forward to meet the recon patrol. The earlier rain had made the rocks slippery, and in the dim light it was easy to loose your footing so Robert moved cautiously.

Three figures moved quickly toward him, crouched down with their weapons. Mitch moved forward to them, while Robert took a knee to cover them.

"So whats the situation guys?"

The oldest of the three, a dark skinned man with a moustache, began to talk, "Its good, very good. The Shilka's were shutting down while we were watching, both of them are parked in the Service and Repair centre. The Heli is down and we saw the crew walking toward the barracks. The Artillery guys were nowhere to be seen. There were some mechanic's moving about in the Repair centre, but they'll be going to the barracks soon i'll bet."

Mitch looked puzzled, "How the hell do you know that?"

"Coz they were moving a TV and some alcohol into the barracks about an hour ago, i think they'll be away by then. Jeeps are still parked in the same place. Some bad news though, they've got mines in the ploughed field behind the treeline at position 3. In my opinion, Mitch, its too dangerous to send a squad round there. There's also two sentries on a patrol, they both walk around the base, takes them 15 minutes to do a whole rotation, one is always opposite the other. I suggest taking one down while the other is out of Line-of-Site."

"Shit...mines, i hate mines. It looks like there'll be no cover for my approach," Mitch turned to Robert who was listening in, "You'll have to deal with the sentries, take out one and drag him into the treeline around Artillery position 2. Do the same with the other if he hasn't become aware. Single me by blowing the fuel barrels at the barracks, you then rush whats left of the barracks while we go for the Service centre. Remember, two men from your team need to secure the helipad, do not let it take off."

"Got it Mitch...this feels weird...i used to command you."

"Times change old buddy."

"Indeed, lets head back to give the teams their brief, don't take too long, 'magic hour' lasts longer up here, but it ain't gonna last forever."

(OOC: Satellite photo of the base, with thanks to EOL for hosting it:

http://www.theforsakenoutlaw.com/Graphics/Nation-States/Other/TOA/HIRG_COLWAR/semeridon_mt_artybase.jpg)

15 Minutes later...

His neck was broken, there was no mistaking it. His tongue lolled back into his mouth and his body was completely limp. His eyes were rolled up into his head, his neck at an awkward angle in the gritty sand under the trees. Robert turned away from him, he couldn't stand looking at him anymore, he was just a kid, 18 maybe 19. The man who killed him, a former SF soldier in Robert's command, said a quick prayer over him and then moved off silently to kill the other one.

The rest of the men, in their shabby OD green and old military uniforms, rested on their knees in the treeline, waiting...ready to jump up and begin attacking at a moments notice.

There was commotion as the rest of the 20 men moved their heads to see what it was, the SF guy had killed the other sentry. He dragged him through the group of men, who stared wide-eyed at the body. Some of the men weren't soldiers, some were policemen, even then some were just ordinary guys, wronged in some way by the communists, but they all knew how to fire a gun and they wanted freedom, thats why they were here.

The other sentry had been killed in the same way, his body was just as limp. The SF guy quickly said a prayer over the body and, with a glance at Robert moved off to join the rest of the men.

Robert cleared his head, he looked up at the sky through the trees and quickly signalled to the men to move out. Two men moved off in another direction, toward the helipad. Through the trees Robert could see the large 155mm artiller gun, he smiled as he thought they could use it on the commies if they captured the base.

Breaking through the treeline at a trot Robert immediately saw the barracks, it had dim lights on 4 sides, illuminating the number of fuel barrles stacked high against the back of it. He quickly shouldered his rifle, taking a last look at his men who manouvred into position to be able to fire at the back and front exits. Robert aimed at the lowest barrel in the stack...CRACK... BOOOOOOM.

The barrels exploded with ferocity, lifting the flimsy roof right off the barracks, sending it twisting and spiralling into the air, before it came crashing down in the dirt nearby. A whole chunk of the barracks was gone, a crumbling mess of metal and concrete, just where the barrels had gone off. His men began to fire as half naked soldiers tripped over themselves to get out of the barracks. Robert was guarding the back entrance as two men burst out, both on fire, screaming and falling over each other, howling as they kicked and squirmed in the dirt. A burst of fire from a man beside Robert silenced the howls and both men collapsed into the dirt, the fire consuming them.

Nobody else was coming out of the barracks now, as it flamed and cracked as rounds went off inside dead-mens weapons. The SF guy got up from his prone position and threw a grenade into the flaming building. The ground shook as it exploded, sending bits of debris flying into the air.

Robert was surveying the scene just as rounds began to crack and zip over-head, som thudding into the ground around him. Beside him a man flipped onto his side with a yelp, Robert jumped to the ground beside him and turned him over, the man had a whole in the centre of his chest, he was dead.

He looked up, the rounds had come from a bunch of soldiers who had run out of the Service and Repair Centre, they were firing at Robert's men who were scrambling to get behind the crumbling walls of the barracks. As they did Robert began to crawl over himself, firing the odd shot at the soldiers firing at them. He then saw Mitch run from he side of the Service Centre, across the well lit entrance, firing rounds from the hip at the PAS soldiers. All three went down. Mitch signalled to his men who ran from the corner, dissappearing into the hangar-like Repair centre.

Robert stopped crawling and clambered to his knees, the firing had stopped, punctuated only twice by shots coming from inside the service centre. Robert's man hunkered down nearby, behind a wall of the still-flaming barracks. One threw up when he noticed the burned and blackened bodies of the two PAS soldiers who'd been on fire.

Mitch and his men soon re-appeared from the Service and Repair Centre. Robert and his men ran, ducked low across the central dirt track to meet them.

"Whats the situation Rob?"

"I lost one, barracks is clear, anyone in there is on the extra crispy menu. What about you?"

"Lost one in there, some bastard Major was holed up in his office, two of my guys went in and he popped up with a pistol, shot one of them, the other guy jumped on him and hit him with his gun, knocked him out. The good Major is tied up under guard in there, we'll deal with him later. Both shilka's are there, along with a BMP and a small armoury. Ok, lets press on...you get arty position 1, we get 2. Move out."

60 minutes later

"So we've got a helicopter, four artillery pieces, two Shilka's, one BMP, four UAZ jeeps, an armoury and a fat Major and his base. Not bad for a days work, eh Rob?"

"We lost two, Julian, a good man, the commies killed his wife, she was a lawyer. That guy you lost, he was 19."

"Come on Rob, all that ain't bad for two guys. We need to look on the bright-side here, we're still alive, we've got a base, they couldn't tell anyone as the radio was in the barracks and we can get some outside help now. Lots more will die before this is over Rob."

"I know Mitch, its just been a long time since i was a soldier...anyway, get onto the Hirgizstanians in the morning. I trust you'll post sentries for the night...i'm off for a kip, its been a long ass night."




-COH-

:: will post something later on ::

By the way, you need to fix the URL. You copied & pasted. The URL was too long to do that, you'll have to click it and then copy the full URL from IE or whatever browser you use.

The Kagan lightly nodded as the introductions continued... Now to bunisess... "I'm doing fine... Anyways. What I wanted to discuss... The situation in Semeridon. I've been given a number of documents, both gleaned from our own intelligence services and documents you have sent to us and the situation looks disturbing, especially the loss of Hirgizstanian lives. On to business, I've talked with a few of my advisors and they've recommended that I commit forces to purge Semeridon of these communist swine, and assist a Hirgizstanian, or October Alliance, -led war and invasion. Particularly, we can dispatch forces quickly and efficient, as we have focused heavily on creating a lethal, fast deployment force to spearhead an attack... Likely, they will include MV-87A Coba's, which are our new light VTOL turbofan transports and gunships coupled with highly trained members of the Strakhen Soldat Armiya outfitted with the latest technology, including the VEPR next generation combat system. However, I'll need to know where we can base, where we land, how we strike, and what's our overall plan of battle... Remember, our expeditionary fleets, especially the amphibious assault fleets and Immediate Reaction Brigades, can be in the region in a matter of days, and if we deploy the IRBs by air, especially with C-380s and KC-380 tankers, they could be there in a matter of hours. However, only the lighter elements could be air-dropped so we'd have to locate a sizeable international airport to land the C-380s for the heavier elements. If required, we can paradrop forces to secure an international airport and hold it while air forces prevent armored attack while we drop in the heavier elements, especially if its a coastal region, then we can secure a swath of beach-head for transports to land the even heavier Marine forces." He lightly coughed, "Just my ideas, so, what's our plan of battle?"

"The Emperor seems keen on creating staging posts, which is my original plan. The staging posts would be Cape Island and Fanu Island. Cape Island could hold, as recent reports have just shown, up to three large contingents and Fanu Island could one large contingent. The airport on Cape is already international size, but its your choice, you can occupy Fanu Island if you wish as the airport could be expanded by Engineers to take any size of military transport. However, the People's Navy of Semeridon's Surface Action Groups will need to be destroyed to ensure a safe occupation of these islands, thus i would suggest not sending large numbers of troops to either staging area until that is accomplished. As we speak the COH Naval Task Force, COURAGE, is casting off and will be 25 miles South of the Fanu Cape in 4 or 5 days. I suggest a combined Naval offensive to quash the major threat of the PNS Navy before major deployments are made into the staging areas. As you may be aware a small Nationalist group, the Nationalist Front, are holding out in the Central Andorran Mountains, we are about to send in a contingent of Special Forces to help exploit this situation, naturally we would be pleased if you wished to do the same. Anyway, what are your initial thoughts?"


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ROB...ROB, quickly, get over here." Mitch was shouting, loudly and anxiously.

Robert ran up, unslinging his rifle to be ready. Mitch sat on a large executive chair that looked seriously out of place in the black painted and white lit Repair bay. He had the laptop in his hands and was looking in excitement at the screen. Robert rolled his eyes, the excitement wasn't what he expected.
"You nearly gave me a heart attack you asshole."

"Damm straight, i'm friggin ecstatic."

"What is it," Robert jumped into the Bay and came up beside the chair, peering at the laptop screen, he began to read:

"Encryption Max
Add: 0001.3 SEM
To: Nationalist Front; Eckling
From: COH DOD
Message:

Well done securing the base. Help is on way. 20 Soldiers and supplies. ETA, your position, 2115. One low flying plane. Co-ordinates are fixed, do not signal the aircraft. Contact us once a day from now on.

Message Ends"

"9.15 tonight, shit...its 8.30. Gather the men, you brief them and i'll go and tell the guys in the OP's. They finished burying Julian and the kid?"



"Yeap, they just finished i think, they also moved the enemy bodies into a pit behind the barracks and tried to fix the structure up so recon flights might not get it, i can't promise anything though. I made some progress with the fat Major but i'll brief you later, this is more important."

"Ok be ready for this, we can't afford a lapse, i wonder how they plan to slip through the radar...


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35 Minutes Later...

The MC-130E 'Combat Talon 2' cruised so low to the trees that the soldiers in the cargo bay thought they could touch them. The cold air swirled in through the cargo bay, the noise adding the hum and rattle of the propellers. If it wasn't for the intercom's nobody could communicate through the vocal cords.

Each man wore the same, woodland MARPAT BDU's, black 3-hole balaclava, Land Warrior Helmet with Tri-Vision visor, parachute and rigging and each man also held a reinforced jump bag between their legs, holding their Land Warrior tech equipment, patrol packs, rigging and primary weapon, the M20 Advanced Individual Combat Weapon (OOC: The RL OICW or M29, only with a few improvements) as well as personal radios. They sat either side of two fully packed airdrop pallets, with more weapons and supplies and supplies for the Nationalist Front.

Tucked away in the corner of the aircraft, near to the pilots door, sat the 19th and 20th men. Unlike the others who chatted through their intercom's these two sat motionless, they were not Delta Force, like the rest of the men. Both wore black BDU's and balaclava's and darkened parachute rigs. Only the Delta Force officer, a Liutenant, and the CSM were allowed to talk to them. They were Strike Force Lightning, Special Operations, Intelligence and Assassinations Group, the most feared SF unit in the COH. They were not merely men, they were humans, trained to be machines used for one thing-war.

The Cargo bay suddenly switched from a comforting red hue to a sickly blue/green neon glow. All 20 men picked up their NVG's and held on as the aircraft banked. They watched the pallets of supplies roll out as the plane banked, the triple canopies unfurling in the wind, like brilliant white mushrooms in a black field.

All 20 men stood up as the orders came over from the pilot. Their intercoms were set down, replaced by small earpieces, personal radios. The 18 Delta boys fixed their helmets in place, adjusting their NVG's, which bathed everything in an eery green glow, illuminating the desolate Andorran Mountains. The order came through and each man, one by one, side by side shuffled off the plane, jumping into the night sky.



-COH-

"Well, we're not the expert on Semeridon so we'll leave that up to you... Special forces... Hmm..." He contemplated something for a mere moment. " I assume they don't have much jet fuel around. Well, we'd gladly deploy special forces to the region. I can send upwards of twenty to thirty special forces, likely split between OMONIA Black Berets and their SSA comrades, and they can get there in a few hours at best. We can probably have one of our expeditionary fleets launch a few of their KC-121A carrier-borne light refuelers to intercept and refuel when they need it, or if you could provide refueling. Regardless, if you wouldn't mind the assistance, I can launch the forces in a matter of hours and have them dropping in a few hours after that... What do you think?"

"Yes that would be an excellent idea, our own SF contingent of 20 men was dropped last night and all arrived safely. The Aircraft received some AA fire and flak on the return but it got away without too much trouble. If your aircraft are compatible we can put an MC-130P Combat Shadow into a station, 15 Miles South of the Fanu Cape, it'll be able to refuel you at least twice. Anyway, the Reichschancellor in North Germania has not confirmed his interest in the situation, i believe they are very busy in numerous situations at the moment and i will not press the issue, that leaves Fanu Island blank, and for tactical purposes i would like you, Kagan, to make that your staging area so that we have their Navy engaged in two places. This means that we can destroy the two Surface Action Groups in one move, your Navy at Bartica, the COH and EOL Navy's at Aurora, that should destroy the main threat. Once the SAG's are gone we can establish forces at the staging posts and rely on carrier air cover and naval protection, before we launch a final attack on the main naval base at Wister. Do you have any more queries, sir?"

(OOC: My Naval Task Force is already en-route, i trust everyone else's is aswell?)

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The Paradrop had been almost on target, the 20 men had dropped into a gorge below the base, they were close but they faced a steep climb up a rocky face before they could see the base itself. By the time all 20 got up it was 2200. Mitch Gorman had met them at an OP close to where they'd dropped. Little was said as he led them to the base, where they immediately made their sleeping quarters, in a small area of the Service and Repair centre, separate from the Nationalist Front men. The two Strike Force Lightning soldiers said nothing as they moved away from the rest of the group, into a small corner of the vast warehouse.

In the morning came the introductions. Mitch and Robert came over to talk to the MARPAT clad Delta boys as they finished a ration breakfast. The Liutenant took them aside before they had a chance to introduce themselves. "Sirs, glad to meet you. I'm Liutenant Nickson, but you and your men can call me 'LT', everyone else does. The Command Sergeant Major, the oldest guy with the moustache," the Liutenant pointed toward the CSM who returned the gesture by waving at Mitch and Robert, "he's Reilly, but everyone calls him 'Buck'. The rest i suppose you can get to know as we go along. One more thing, the two guys dressed in black over in the corner," the Liutenant pointed in their direction, except they didn't acknowledge him, "don't talk to them, tell your men not to either, i don't want to see anyone near them, ok?"

Robert stared at them before returning his gaze to LT, "Yeah, fine. Who are they?"

"Thats classified." LT spoke without emotion.

"Ok, we understand Liutenant, myself, Mitch and a few of our men are ex-military, we know the lingo. I'm Robert Eckling, you might say i'm in charge around here. This is Mitch Gorman, he organises things, the rest of the men, well you'll get to know them I'm sure."

"Ok, so...what kinda set up have you got around here?"

Mitch began to talk and LT turned slightly to face him, "We've got 38 men altogether. We established our fourth OP this morning, with three men in each. Until you dropped supplies we had old weapons, they're all in an office above the repair bay, thanks to you guys we got M16's, good OD BDU's and 5 field radio's. As of two days ago we also have a BMP-1, two Shilka's and three jeeps with MG's. We also got a fat Major as a prisoner, he's in one of the offices, there's a working PAS radio up there aswell, we expect they'll want a sit-rep today, from what the Major tells us, we're gonna need to get him to relay a message to save this place from attack. Any suggestions?"

[/I]"Yeah, we'll deal with him, you'll get your message. Help is on its way, just to let you know. Three nations, the Armed Republic of Soviet Bloc, the Empire of Layarteb and us, will be sending forces, but we'll be on our own for a while yet. We'll be wanting to train your men for the next two days, if there isn't any attacks. Make sure each one is issued with what he needs from the supply drop, and oh...thanks for bringing our own supplies in, we couldn't fit a tracker onto the bastard so we're all glad it dropped accurately."[I]

(OOC: I know...I Know, this was all filler, no killer today, but i have more action planned, lol.)


-COH-

The two black clad Strike Force Lightning soldiers walked slowly, methodically out of the office where the fat Major was being kept prisoner. Nationalist Front Soldiers had gathered in and around the Service and Repair centre after hearing screams and pleading. The two men walked slowly down the metal staircase, and said a few words to the Delta Liutenant before returning to their space in the corner. The LT gave a thumbs up to Robert and Mitch who were gathered with some men behind the BMP.

The Major lay across the desk in the office. His round bespecled face was covered in sweat and he breathed in short sharp gasps. He was startled by the entrance of Mitch and Robert, but his wild eyes calmed once he saw it was them. Without any prompting he sat up quickly, letting a guttural groan and screwing his face up in pain. He turned to the two men, "I give you," he coughed profusely, curling up his hands toward his face like a child, "message...report, i help you..."

Mitch bobbed forward, "Good, good. Can you get to the radio?" Mitch pointed at a low desk across the room, there was an old-fashioned radio with a stand-up mic and a fequency meter. The Major looked over at it and shook his head, hanging it, almost ashamed. His clothes were stained with sweat and blood in certain parts. He didn't wear BDU's, he wore a standard dress uniform, brown with red shoulder epaulletes that were torn to the side. His service bars hung loosely from bare threads and his tie was caught up around his throat. His trousers had been cut off at the knees, his cavalry boots were still on, though stained with blood than ran down his legs.

Mitch and Robert looked at each other before moving toward the desk, now a mess of sheets, pens and stationery, to help him up. At the Major's feet lay a drill, part of the bit was covered in blood and flesh, Robert looked at hit, signalling to Mitch as he tried to get the Major's arm around his shoulder, Mitch returned his gaze knowingly.

The three men, the Major with his arsm around the necks of Robert and Mitch, hobbled arcoss the messy room toward the small plastic chair that sat beside the radio. Robert glanced at the clock in the room, 1855, five minutes before the report was due. The easily laid the Major into the chair, he began coughing again, curling up into a ball as he did so.

He picked up the mic as Mitch produced a Beretta 9mm and put it between the eyes of the Major, "You say one wrong word and I'll be decorating the walls in an interesting new colour, you get me? The usual, everything is fine, nothing to report."

Just as Mitch finished the radio cackled to life, the Major jumped in surprise as he looked from Mitch to the radio. zzz....ppsssss....ssss...Boar 2-1 this is Red 6, report, over."

Mitch pushed the gun hard into the Major's forehead and he picked up the mic, holding it close to his chin. He cleared his throat before answering, "Red 6, this is Boar 2-1. Sit Rep is as follows. Supplies are good, ammunition is good, base is at full capacity. Nothing erroneous, over."

"Boar 2-1, sit-rep received, be on the lookout for rebels in your area. Colonel Zissen is out of his A/O. For 48 hours we are handing search and destroy and H and I tasks to you. In the name of the Party destroy these rebels, or it will be your head. Report in 48 hours, Red 6 out."

The Major placed the mic back on the desk and looked at Mitch for approval, Mitch stared without emotion, never moving the gun, "Zissen?" The Major replied almost immediately, "Base commander...15k's away, its marked on the map in the top drawer of my desk." Mitch smiled and said, "Ok...Goodnight Major," before cracking the butt of the pistol off his forehead. He collapsed in a heap off the chair. Robert looked at him, puzzled, "What?".

Robert shook his head, almost laughing, "Nothing, nothing. You know what the drill was all about?"

Mitch looked at the Major before looking back at Robert, "Yeap, they tried to drill a hole through his knees from the back. He cracked before they got very far, not even an inch. Anyway, i'll get the flex-cuffs."

"They're planning a mission you know."

"Who are?"

"The Hirgizstanians, they said they didn't need any of our men, not at the moment, but they had to go and reconnoiter the area. They said they'd go tonight or tomorrow night, i won't interefere." Robert threw Mitch another pair of flex-cuff's after watching him botch the first pair.


-COH-

"Very well, I've just had my personal aides move the order down for a number of our special forces to take off immediately. We'll refuel them once, and the final refueling will take place south of Fanu Cape, from your MC-130P. The naval plan sounds quite acceptable... We have two expeditionary fleets along with a single amphibious invasion group moving towards the position. I highly doubt that their SAGs could put up much resistance against naval forces from our three nations, so there should be no problem... I believe that should be it... I take it that's all then?"



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The order had trickled down until it found the ears of Captain Hektor Gerlinkov, an established veteran of the OMONIA Black Berets, and what many referred to as 'a special forces natural'. He was given a rare command oppurtunity, to command members of the Strakhen Soldat Armiya, a super-elite para-military special forces group which had enormous amounts of funding and even greater amounts of training. They were far better than what the military could ever provide. They were a bunch of rowdy men, they did whatever they pleased and whatever was required to complete a mission, and they wouldn't listen to any body while they did it.

Luckily, Gerlinkov was a good friend of a number of the SSA members, including his SSA 'sub-commander' who would relay orders to his men, he was Anatoly Kevinsky, a former OMONIA Black Beret Lieutenant who had received a field commission due to outstanding behavior, ability to lead, and an unquenchable thirst to kill and complete a mission. Those traits eventually led to his discharge from the military, after he ignored direct orders to end a special forces operation in Kazakhstan, where he was eventually responsible for the deaths of seven innocent civilians and indirectly responsible for the deaths of two members of his team and three District Guardsmen sent to rescue his team after they were trapped in a massive ambush. He was charged with the murders of all seven civilians along with a number of charges including not obeying a direct order which led to the deaths of Soviet Bloc soldiers. Luckily, the brass liked him and offered him two choices: 'trial' or 'discharge and an immediate command role in the SSA'. He chose the latter. This is where he excelled, without the regulations of the military, this was true clandestine and lethal operations. He had successfully executed dozens upon dozens of missions across the nation and world, murdering dozens of innocents in the process, narrowly escaping death, and responsible for millions of dollars in damage. This is what he lived for, and not a single national entity could regulate him and his activities. However, now he would be regulated, he respected Gerlinkov, a long time friend of his, who had attempted to defend Kevinsky's actions, and who had long been a good friend of Kevinsky's, as, at the time, they were both First Lieutenants, both given field commissions to the position, and both serving in Kazakhstan. He would listen to Gerlinkov. And his men would listen to him.

The two met in the abandoned briefing room at Grevorinsky Air Station, a formerly abandoned air base in the Caucusus mountains region of Soviet Bloc. The station was often a training ground for special forces, and even more often a launch point for special forces operations, primarily because the region was often drenched in cloud cover and fog, an ideal place to launch aircraft without any body knowing. Gerlinkov grasped Kevinsky's hand and gave it a firm shake, "Comrade, so good to see you."

Kevinsky nodded, "Good to see you as well... What's going on?"

"We're apparantly going to head into a nation named Semeridon, to assist our ally, Hirgizstan. They've deployed special forces to assist local rebels in combatting the communist government. We're heading in to help as well. I hear us, them, and Layarteb are going to invade eventually too..." He grinned, knowing Kevinsky was going insane in his mind right now.

With a wide smile, Kevinsky spoke, "Sounds fun... A whole nation to ourselves... Ooooh, I hope you don't hold our leash too tight." He laughed lightly.

Gerlinkov gave a hearty laugh, "Don't worry, I don't intend to, you guys gotta have some fun too... Say, where's the rest of your team?"

"Right outside." He motioned towards the door, then he stepped towards it, pulling it open, "Hey! Dipshits! Get the hell in here." He gave a furious wave and the seven SSA members hurried in, mostly wearing slightly disheveled civilian wear. "Take a seat, we're briefing in ten." A number of grumbles arose and the crew took their seats. Kevinsky turned towards Hektor, "Now its your turn."

The Captain gave an approving nod, "Nice crew... Look like they belong in an elementary school teaching youngsters how to fingerpaint." He winked, "Yeah, I'll get mine." He quickly shuffled towards a large metal door, he knocked on it and stepped back, letting the door open and the dozen Black Berets filter out. They wore their standard battle dress, at least the under-armor portion, which would be hidden by the VEPR NGCS system once they donned it. The two groups eyed each other before quickly intermingling, with some of the Black Berets recognizing members of the SSA, some had seen each other, other's not, but most were socialites so they tended to get along well, a murmur of conversation filled the room.

Anatoly surveyed the group, "Heh... Not much better than mine, I'd say they'd fit well in a hospital... In the newborn's ward." He gave Hektor a slap across the back. The door opened and the room grew silent as four senior officers entered the room. The military men rose to a salute, while the SSA stayed seated. The officers returned the salute and the group returned to their seats.

"Welcome... As you may know, I am Colonel Alexei Andalov, OMONIA Intelligence Liasion for District IV. These are Majors Ruslan Turmoschev and Yuriy Ivanov, both senior intelligence officials with OMONIA. Most of you should know them. And behind me is Lieutenant Colonel Marcus Uhlinovich, he's one of the Dokhturosoldat, specially appointed by the Kagan for the situation. He'll be joining you on this mission." He let the officers all nod and introduce themselves before continuing. "Alright, you're all here today because you are, obviously, among our best. However, this is not why you've been brought here, most of you are among the most experienced operators we have, especially the SSA, you have months worth of service during the Kazakhstan situation. This assignment will likely be similar, as its anticipated we'll be operating in rugged mountainous terrain. So pack accordingly. Whatever you carried in Kazakhstan is likely a sure-fire bet in Semeridon too, at least in the initial AOP. We'll be boarding a single MC-214D which will be refueled twice en route, with the final refueling being from a Hirgizstanian aircraft, near Semeridon. At that point, we'll likely head up to about forty thousand feet for the duration of the flight to the drop zone. Luckily, through tonight and early tommorow morning, the skies over Semeridon are supposed to be cloudy which will pretty much keep us out of their sight. Remember, this is a HALO drop, I believe we've already modified your suits for it. Anyways, I'll let the Lieutenant Colonel and the Major's brief you on the specifics." He stepped off to the side with the Lieutenant Colonel replacing him.


"As the Colonel mentioned, you will be deploying to Semeridon, a nation currently controlled by Communists. We'll be assisting a rebel faction named the Nationalist Front..." The briefing continued until the specifics of the mission had been revealed, by now, Major Ivanov was speaking...

"This concludes the official briefing. When you get into your VEPR suits, the briefing has been loaded onto the hard drives in the event you need clarification. Keep all sensitive communication through the DNI or the protected radio channels." He stopped and looked at the rest of the senior officers, "Well, that's it... I'm done. Good luck... Have fun." He snapped a half-ass salute and gathered his papers.

Gerlinkov took control the situation, quickly speaing up, "Alright, Black Berets, and SSA, you are all under my command, you got it?" Gerlinkov waited for a response, the entire group chimed in with a response. "Good, your gear is already ready, straight down the hall and take a right, all of your gear is in there, you'll get your rifles and ammunition as you head out the door. The aircraft is out on the tarmac idling as we speak, so hurry it up, we've got some asses to kick and frankly, they aren't going to wait for you." He waved them out of the room, the entire group jogging down the hall. "Well, Anatoly, I'll see you on the plane."

"Meet ya there." Anatoly left the room.

Gerlinkov quickly made his way to the corner of the room where he had stashed his gear. He quickly pulled the lower portion of the VEPR NGCS system on. Then the upper. He secured it. He slid on the chest armor and the load carrying system. He quickly affixed the shin armor, knee pads, thigh armor, elbow pads, and the gloves. He reached down and pulled up his helmet, sliding it on. With it on, he lifted up a panel on his arm and punched a button, the DNI came to life. "Ahhh... Much better." He lifted on the gear and affixed it to the load bearing system then brought the oxygen tube up under his shoulder and slid into a receptacle on the disposable oxygen mask portion of the helmet. Now he slid on the load bearing harness that hooked between his legs and around his hips. He attached his weapon to a holding system on his side. Now he was ready to go. He waddled out the door where a number of young Air Force soldiers were assisting the operators in final checks, while another group was handing out rifles and ammunition. Most were issued a variant of the SR-90A1, either the regular assault rifle [which had a built in .45 ACP sub machine gun - which could be removed], the light machine gun [with a 100 round drum magazine], or the 'Grenadier's Special' which, in place of the sub machine gun system, had a grenade launcher in any of three configurations [40mm - single shot - manual load; 25mm - single shot - airburst; 20mm - single shot - five round magazine]. As special forces, they all received side arms, ranging from the SP-45 .45 ACP pistol to the SP-67A1 9mm pistol to the SSG-34 .45 ACP submachine gun. A handful were issued anti-tank missile launchers. However, all looked the same. They wore their black armor [with dark green uniform underneath], with their black helmets [with visors and oxygen masks], and well over a hundred pounds of extra gear strapped to their legs, back, arms, and legs.

The entire group, numbering thirteen OMONIA Black Berets, one OMONIA Intelligence Analyst, and eight SSA operators, quickly waddled to the waiting MC-214D. After taking their seats, the load-masters closed the ramp and the aircraft taxied into position. The vibration inside intensified as the throttles were thrown ahead and the aircraft lurched forward, lumbering into the sky. In a matter of minutes they were on their way...

Four hours later the aircraft adjusted heading and altitude, adapting to be refueled by a waiting KC-121 tanker, which lumbered in the night sky escorted by two F/A-91As. All three were attached to the 8th Expeditionary Fleet, which was currently en route towards Semeridon to assist in operations. Miles away the 11th Expeditionary Fleet was doing the same. And over a hundred miles ahead of them was the 3rd Amphibious Assault Group, which would be the first Soviet Bloc naval entity there.

The entire refueling process took fifteen minutes, the maneuvering into position, the actual refueling, and the disengagement 'ceremony'. The transport was free now, and now had a pair of armed escorts who would escort it as far as the 3rd AAG, which would let them land on her Vinogradov-class Medium Assault Carrier after deploying two more to escort the MC-214D to Semeridon, and her last refueling where she would be on her own until after the drop and she was back over the ocean.

OOC Note: Former Chancellor Wilhelm Einheit, III died at 67 from a sudden heart attack, after having battled stomach cancer for 7 years. The new Chancellor is Helmut Kahn, age: 31.

I didn't do a funeral RP because, honestly, who the hell wants to RP a funeral?

However, for purposes of keeping this RP rolling, let's everyone assume they know he died and he was replaced.

IC:

Encryption Max

Message to: Der Führer of Hirgizstan
Message from: Chancellor Helmut Kahn
Subject: War in Semeridon

"To the esteemed Führer of Hirgizstan, I am Chancellor Helmut Kahn. While I have never spoken with you before, the great and former leader of North Germania, and my dear friend, Wilhelm Einheit, had excellent diplomacy with your nation.

I wish to continue this tradition and like my late comrade, become your friend as well, by offering you the full assistance of the Reichswehr of Germania.

We are prepared to immediately mobilise the following to attack the enemy-held Cape Island:

Land:

650 SPK Special Forces

30,000 Reichswehr Imperial Guards

18,000 Schultzpolizei Guards

15,500 Fallschirmjäger (Paratrooper) Soldiers

120 Panzer-X Assault Vehicles

100 Leopard-M2 Main Battle Tanks

130 Panzer-IX Light Tanks (Airdrop)

45 Sturmgeschütze Heavy Assault Vehicles [153.9mm ETC main gun, three 14 X 7mm machine guns, one 50mm grenade launcher]

125 Landsknecht IFVs

15 Kormoran-II Mobile Missile Launchers

35 FKA-7 MLRS Vehicles

20 PZAS-III 220mm Mobile Artillery Guns

25 PZAS-II 180mm Mobile Artillery Guns

40 PZAS-I 155mm Mobile Artillery Guns

Sea:

15 FK-119 GPS-Guided Missile Ships

20 FK-120 Long-Range GPS-Guided Missile Ships

4 Stahlheim-A Class Aircraft Carriers [30 FKS-9A Ultra Stealth Fighter/Bombers each]

2 Stahlheim-B Class Bomber Carriers [15 FKB-1 Ultra Stealth Bombers each]

6 Seeboden Class Helicopter Carriers [45 helicopters each]

6 U-229 Advanced Attack Submarines

8 U-330 Bombardment Submarines

8 ASS-12 Frigates

3 Heissen Class Battleships

I hope you will accept our offer to assist. As a fellow member of the great October Alliance, I feel it is my duty to help my brothers-in-arms whenever necessary.

I hope to speak with you soon, personally.

- Chancellor Helmut Kahn"

Yes, Kagan...i think thats what we needed to cover. I suppose we can begin to...just a second...[inaudible murmurs]...ok...good news, North Germania have just pledged their help in the conflict. That means your forces won't be on their own on Fanu Island, ok...good. Well thats about it i think, if you have any more queries don't hesitate to contact me, now, sir, if you'll excuse me, i have another phone call to make...yes...the pains of leadership...well thank you, and good luck. Goodbye."

The Fuhrer replaced the phone into its cradle and surveyed the piece of paper he'd been handed, it had the North Germanian Telegram on it. He leant forward, the leather chair creaking as he did so, and picked up the phone once more. "Yes...un-huh, get me Chancellor Helmut Kahn." he leant back in the chair, still holding the message as the phone began to ring.

"Ah...Herr Chancellor, it is good to finally speak to you in person...yes, he was a good leader, a fine man, we were all saddened by his death...indeed. Now, to business i should think. I just received your message and i'm most pleased..."

(OOC: Over to you NG. Any word from Reptiles/Torian Dominion?)

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"LT...LT, Radio for you." The youngest Delta Member, Sinclair, 'Sinky', was looking quite flustered as he ran up to the LT, who was busy teaching a Nationalist Front soldier how to properly hold a rifle. "Ok, take over here would ya Sinky?"

"Yeah, no probs."

The LT said a few words to the Nationalist Front soldier before running off toward the Service and Repair Centre, he ran past Mitch and Robert, signalling for them to come with him.

The three men entered the Repair Centre, walking over toward the camp-beds that marked the Delta sleeping area. Ration packs, clothes and small weapons and Land Warrior gear lay on each mans bed, in sharp contrast to the extremely ordered and tidy beds of the Strike Force Lightning soldiers, who were busy cleaning their weapons, except they were doing it without looking at their weapons. One carried a heavily modified M14 SOPMOD sniper rifle and the other carried an M20 AICW without the grenade attachment. Both had the latest technology battle armour, the 'Centurion' Battle Suit, but it was rumoured the Lightning soldiers didn't need it.

As the LT walked past the rest of the Delta boys, he heard one of them talking, "Look at those fools, cleaning they're guns without looking, you take a piss without looking and you get your feet wet, know what I'm saying?"
The guy who said it, a tall black man from Hirgizstan City, was a long-time CHMC Vet, and a 6 year member of Delta, his name was Rainea Cole, but everyone called him 'Trigger', due to his laid back manner. Some of the other Delta guys nodded in agreement, the LT stopped and leaned close to Trigger, "Listen up Trigger, those guys just heard you," he began to protest but the LT cut him off, "shut your mouth Trigger, and listen," the LT was stern, and serious, "they can see what they're doing, even if they're not looking at it, they train themselves to use their periphal vision, they could hit the bull on a 200m target without aiming conventionally. Not talking to them means you shouldn't talk around them or about them...are we clear Trigger?" He had a bemused look on his face, not knowing quite what to do.

"Crystal, sir."

The LT moved off to where the radio was stationed. The CSM, Buck, was standing with the mic in his hand, he nodded to the LT, with Robert and Mitch in tow. "What ya got for me Buck?"

"General Taylor, the Theatre Commander, wants to talk with you."

Buck handed LT the mic, while Mitch and Robert listened intently. "This is Wolf 1, go ahead Wolf Actual."

"Wolf 1, this is the Six at Wolf Actual, listen in. We have Alpha Romeo Sierra Bravo units inbound. Expect Two-Zero Plus after sundown, repeat, expect Two Zero Plus Alpha Romeo Sierra Bravo units after sundown, do you copy?"

"We copy Six, anything else?"

"Nothing else at this time Wolf One, Six and Actual, out."

The LT handed the mic back to Buck and turned to Mitch and Rob, "Looks like we'll have to postpone our mission until tomorrow night. We have 20 or so Soviet Bloc Spec Ops inbound. Looks like we can be much more offensive now."

"Good, good." Robert and Mitch smiled, perhaps for the first time in a few months.


-COH-

OOC: If I don't get a post up by Sunday night come back and scream at me, alright?

The ride aboard the MC-214D was, to say the least, boring. The SSA members were amongst themselves, chatting and playing with a deck of cards. The Black Berets were effectively doing the same, although joined by the Air Force load-master assigned to the aircraft, while the lone intelligence analyst, the Lieutenant Colonel Marcus Uhlinovich of the Dokhturosoldat, sat far away, his eyes focused on a lap top computer, which was actually a part of the aircraft, mounted on a swiveling pedestal. It was there to allow for forces en route to be briefed, if necessary, as the aircraft itself had its own satellite uplinks and transponders. However, Uhlinovich was using it to directly converse with the Kagan, and a number of senior OMONIA intelligence officials. He would be their eyes and ears in this opening stages of the conflict, providing data to be consumed and utilized to better understand the situation, and what forces to send. At the moment, he was still strapped in, suveying a number of intelligence reports on Semeridon, preparing himself for what was ahead.

Gerlinkov and Kevinsky casually chatted, reminiscing, and discussing the politics of the former conflict in Kazakhstan. As the two continued, a chime interrupted the murmur of conversation through-out the dimly lit fuselage of the MC-214D. The pilot's voice followed after, "Comrades... We're approaching Semeridon. Before we raise altitude, we'll be refueling, courtesy of a Hirgizstanian tanker. ETA to tank is five minutes, I want you all strapped in, as it'll only be fifteen to twenty minutes later that we're going to drop. Got it?" Up front, in the cockpit, a center screen displayed a series of lights, which all momentarily flashed green, signaling affirmatives.

Within a matter of minutes, the MC-214D's light duty radar informed them of an approaching aircraft... It was the Hirgizstanian's, as a radio call would confirm. The two pilots lightly chatted before they were within range to begin the refueling procedure. Air Force Major Evgeniy Umerov, the pilot, activated the refueling sensors, which were hopefully compatible to whatever the Hirgizstanian's had. The refueling receptacle was on the nose of the aircraft, straight in front of the cockpit. Small, directed lights would light up the receptacle, but the lights wouldn't be visible to anyone beyond a half mile away. Umerov adjusted the aircraft's velocity, slightly dropping the speed to allow for a nice, easy fuel transfer. He gently lifted his aircraft up, under the direction of the Hirgizstanian flight engineer operating the fuel line. He lifted her up, the boom being captured by the small computer operated hydrualic clasps, which drew the two aircraft together, connecting them. Umerov gave the signal over the radio to begin the fuel transfer process. He watched the center screen light up, a fuel tank being rapidly refilled. The process continued until the tank was full, the boom was disengaged and released, and the MC-214D drifted backwards. Umerov, and his co-pilot, Captain Alexei Hvuelin, each gave the Hirgizstanian flight engineer a thumbs up, although it was doubtful he could see them, at this range, and at night, although if they used cameras they may have. Either way, the two voiced their approval and thanks over the radio, gently pulling away and lifting into the night sky...




The pilot once again penetrated the murmur of conversation and the continuous drone of the turboprops, "Alright, we're shutting off all cabin lights, welcome to the night, boys." The entire aircraft went black as it disappeared into the dark gray cloud cover which would shield the aircraft from the enemy below, and likely prevent the enemy from seeing her, as her radar absorbant material-coated fuselage would do as well. For the next fifteen minutes, the aircraft maintained a steady climb, eventually leveling off at 37,000 feet. This is where it was now the special force's game...

Gerlinkov unstrapped himself and stood up, punching a nearby control button to fill the fuselage with a dim red glow. "Black Berets, Strakhen Soldat... Make sure your altimeters are working, we are currently at 37,072 feet and holding. This should read exactly the same on your digital display and within twenty feet on the manual display. You know the drill, your chutes will automatically deploy at the set altitude, if they don't, a manual emergency chute is present. Use it if you need it. We'll be launching in two groups. Black Berets first, you're behind me. After us, the Strakhen Soldat and Lieutenant Colonel Uhlinovich, led by Kevinsky. No lights, we'll rely on our night vision capabilities, keep in tight formation through free-fall phase. Any questions?" He surveyed the group, "Alright good... Form up! Black Berets up front, behind me... We're approaching drop zone."

The load master maneuvered his way towards the rear of the craft, he fumbled with the hydraulic controls on the fuselage wall before throwing the correct lever, the rear cargo door sliding up, revealing a dark night, void of everything aside a gray layer of cloud cover below. Gerlinkov quickly shouted above the roar, although he didn't need to as it was being transmitted wirelessly, "No communications on the way down aside from DNI! When he hit the ground, we'll move to a designated waypoint and wait for the Hirgizstanians to find us. Check oxygen and rigs." He observed each man check the parachute rigs of the man in front, along with their oxygen system. Each man checked their own oxygen system. Each one flashed the heads up sign. They were ready. "Alright, Black Beret's move up. Approaching drop zone." Gerlinkov moved towards the open rear door, the group of Black Berets surrounding him. The cabin light changed from red to green, their signal. "JUMP!"

In unison, the thirteen Black Berets lept from the aircraft, in a mass of arched bodies, black against black. The group formed a line as they descended towards the earth at over one hundred and fifty miles per hour. They were experts at this, hundreds of hours of training and hundreds of hours of actual jumps prepared them. They were experts with their bodies, using their legs to position themselves. In what seemed to them as a blink of an eye, they were at their opening points. The first man waved his arms, warning those behind him. His chute pack opened up and the parachute flew out, quickly forming up. Behind him, almost choreographed, the same happened until a line of parachutes spiraled down towards their drop zone.

Above them, the MC-214D, after circling, dropped the SSA and the intelligence analyst. They hadn't perfected the procedure as well as the Black Berets however, and instead descended as a mass. The first to land were the Black Beret's, the perimeter men quickly surveyed the area with the detection systems available. All was clear, the rest were quickly rolling up and packaging their parachutes. As the rest of the crew descended, the group scattered, to give them ample room to land. Within minutes, the landing was over and all twenty two special forces operators were on the ground, snaking through dense foilage, rugged terrain, and forest to a waypoint where they would wait for the Hirgizstanian special forces.

The Empire of Layarteb is dispatching forces immediately. The order of battle is listed below. Please alert us as to the status of Cape Island and what is required from us.

ORDER OF BATTLE

These are the following Layartebian ships and aircraft as well as a summary of the weaponry that is being employed for operations at Semerdion. The equippment with an asterick (*) are top secret IC.

Task Force Ryder

Goal: To provide support for the Commonwealth of Hirgizstan in operations against Semerdion communists.

Air Force Elements

Aircraft - 7th Expeditionary Force

A-10A Thunderbolt II: 30
A-13A Viper*: 20
AC-130H Spectre: 10
AC-130U Spooky: 10
B-5A Lightning : 20
C-17A Globemaster III: 10
C-130J Hercules: 20
E-3C Sentry: 2
E-8C J/STARS: 2
EC-130E CallCommando Solo: 2
EC-130H Compass: 2
EF-111A Raven: 30
F-15C Eagle: 50
F-15D Eagle: 20
F-15E Strike Eagle: 40
F-16C Falcon Block 50: 40
F-16D Falcon Block 50: 8
F-16CJ Falcon Block 50D: 32
F-19A Ghostrider*: 40
F-22A Raptor: 50
F-24A Knightowl*: 40
F-26A Typhoon: 40
F-28A Talon*: 20
F-30A Comet: 30
F-31A Tornado ADV: 30
F-31B Tornado GAV: 30
F-32A Foxhound: 10
F-111M Aardvark: 24
F-117A Nighthawk: 24
FB-22B Manta: 40
KC-10A Extender: 2
KC-135R Stratotanker: 2
MC-130E Combat Talon I: 4
MC-130H Combat Talon II: 4
MC-130P Combat Shadow: 4
MQ-9A Predator: 12
RQ-1A Predator: 15
RQ-4A Global Hawk: 15
RQ-10A Pegasus*: 15


Army Elements

Infantry - 3rd Army Group (1st Army)

Officers: 3,110
Soldiers: 27,994
Support: 124,416


Infantry - 3rd Airborne Force (1st Corps)

Officers: 700
Soldiers: 6,300
Support: 28,000


Armor - 3rd Cavalry Group (1st Force)

M1B1 Abrams II: 36
M2A4 Bradley IFV: 60
M3A4 Bradley CFV: 60
M6A1 Bradley Linebacker: 60
M109A6 Paladin: 33
M109A7 Paladin: 33
M110A3 Howitzer: 33
M113A3 APC: 84
M270A1 MLRS: 33
M813A1 5-ton Truck: 240
M998 HMMWV: 60
M2005A1 Boar: 33
M2006A1 Emperor: 69
M2006A2 Emperor: 69
M2007A2 Scorpion IFV: 84
M2007A3 Scorpion APC: 36
M2007A4 Scorpion TD: 33
M2008A1 Dingo APV: 60
M2009A1 Fennek: 36
M2010A1 Bushmaster IMV: 60
M2011A1 Scout: 36
M2011A2 Scout TD: 36
M2012A1 Marauder APC: 72
M2012A3 Marauder TD: 45
M2012A4 Marauder C3: 36
M2012A5 Marauder MR: 72
M2012A6 Marauder EW: 36
M2012A7 Marauder AT: 72
M2013A1 Devestator: 33
M2014A1 Howitzer: 33
Miscellaneous Support: 420
ST-21 NGBT: 30
ST-29 NGBT: 30
Stryker (Various): 36


Armor - 3rd Cavalry Group (2nd Force)

M1B1 Abrams II: 36
M2A4 Bradley IFV: 60
M3A4 Bradley CFV: 60
M6A1 Bradley Linebacker: 60
M109A6 Paladin: 33
M109A7 Paladin: 33
M110A3 Howitzer: 33
M113A3 APC: 84
M270A1 MLRS: 33
M813A1 5-ton Truck: 240
M998 HMMWV: 60
M2005A1 Boar: 33
M2006A1 Emperor: 69
M2006A2 Emperor: 69
M2007A2 Scorpion IFV: 84
M2007A3 Scorpion APC: 36
M2007A4 Scorpion TD: 33
M2008A1 Dingo APV: 60
M2009A1 Fennek: 36
M2010A1 Bushmaster IMV: 60
M2011A1 Scout: 36
M2011A2 Scout TD: 36
M2012A1 Marauder APC: 72
M2012A3 Marauder TD: 45
M2012A4 Marauder C3: 36
M2012A5 Marauder MR: 72
M2012A6 Marauder EW: 36
M2012A7 Marauder AT: 72
M2013A1 Devestator: 33
M2014A1 Howitzer: 33
Miscellaneous Support: 420
ST-21 NGBT: 30
ST-29 NGBT: 30
Stryker (Various): 36


Helicopters - 3rd Rotary Wing

AH-6J Littlebird: 120
AH-64D Apache Longbow: 72
AH-66A Commanche: 72
AH-94A Stalker: 18
CH-47D Chinook: 24
OH-58D Kiowa Warrior: 72
OH-93A Knightwolf: 48
OH-93B Knightwolf: 48
UH-60L Blackhawk: 192
UH-96A Panther: 45
UV-22A Osprey: 48


Air Defenses - 3rd Air Defense Unit

Avenger: 250
FC-1B Layarteb 88: 50
FC-1D Layarteb 88: 50
M163A3 EADS: 150
MIM-104G/H Patriot PAC-3 REM/REM-ER Sites: 10
M2004A1 Predator ADU: 150
M2007A1 Scorpion ADU: 30
M2011A3 Scout ADU: 40
M2012A2 Marauder ADU: 30
SLAMRAAM: 20


Black Operations Elements

Infantry - 6th Black Operations Unit "Force Tornado"

Officers: 75
Soldiers: 675
Support: 2,250


Naval Elements

Subs - 3rd Attack Group

Scythe Class*: 2
Seawolf Class: 2
Virginia Class: 2


11th Wasp Battlegroup

AEGIS Class: 2
Arsenal Class: 1
Emory Land Class: 1
Henry Kaiser Class: 1
Jackal Class: 2
Layarteb Class: 1
LCAC: 60
LCU-2000: 30
Miscellaneous Class: 4
Oliver Hazard Perry Class: 2
San Antonio Class: 2
Sea Shadow II Class: 2
Supply Class: 2
Ticonderoga Class: 2
Verrazano Class: 2
Wasp Class: 1
Watson Class: 1
Ynoga Class: 1


Aircraft - 11th Wasp Airwing

AH-1W Super Cobra: 4
AV-8B+ Harrier II: 14
CH-53E Sea Stallion: 13
HH-60H Seahawk: 3
MV-22A Osprey: 4
SH-60F Seahawk: 16
UH-95A Huey II: 4


Aircraft - 11th Ynoga Airwing

AH-94B Stalker: 2
F-29A Vulture: 8
SH-60F Seahawk: 4


Infantry - 11th Marine Brigade

Officers: 363
Soldiers: 3,631
Support: 506


Special Operations

Infantry - 6th Special Forces Unit "Marauders"

Officers: 165
Soldiers: 1,485
Support: 4,950


Helicopters - 3rd Special Forces Air Wing

AH-6J Littlebird: 60
AH-94A Stalker: 9
MH-6J Littlebird: 60
MH-47E Chinook: 60
MH-53M Pave Low IV: 60
MH-60L Black Hawk: 120
OH-93A Knightwolf: 30
OH-93B Knightwolf: 30
OH-93C Knightwolf: 30
UH-96A Panther: 45

"Encryption Max
Subject: Cape Island
To: EOL
From: COH DOD
Message:

Status of Cape Island and the battle plan is as follows.

The Island itself is in Nationalist hands, their leader is Carlos Juarez, he has provided us with information about the current state of the island. No DPRS forces occupy the island and they have not tried to land forces since Juarez took control. However, parts of the island have been bombarded by ships from the 1st Surface Action Group of the People's Navy, they patrol the surrounding area and have been harassing the island. Thus the initial plan for Cape Island is to use overwhelming Naval Forces to destroy the 1st SAG and clear out any remaining Naval units around Cape Island.

Once this is done a Naval blockade at the North and Western sides of the island, protecting the landing forces from Naval and Aerial attack by forces from Wister and/or Aurora Naval bases.

Once the blockade is firmly established landing forces will move in to secure the airport for flights to bring in additional forces. Once a secure base is established on Cape Island a further battle plan will need to be considered for the invasion of the mainland, but at this time the priority is Cape Island.
Once a secure base is established the Naval base of Aurora will need to be cleared of enemy ships and if minimal losses are sustained then an attack on the main Naval base of Wister will be considered, but a bombing campaign and land attack on this heavily defended base would be preferable.

There needs to be an emphasis on Anti-Aircraft forces to protect against strikes from the PAF. However, we plan to counter this threat by mounting a sustained bombing campaign against People's Air Force bases in the mainland DPRS. This will begin when Naval forces are 24 hours from Cape Island, (OOC: You could RP bombing strikes from tomorrow onwards.) and will continue until forces are firmly established on Cape Island with adequate air defenses and a sizeable Air Force contingent is present on the island.



If you have anything to add to this plan then please do so.

Message Ends"


"Encryption Max
Subject: Fanu Island
To: ARSB, NG
From: COH DOD
Message:

Since the liklehood of COH forces occupying Fanu Island are slim, we are at liberty to leave the battle plans up to yourselves. However, we will suggest a model, based on the intelligence we have.

Fanu Island is big enough to hold both battle groups, but the airport cannot receive large planes without modification, so this is necessary.

The leader of the Nationalist Congress of Fanu Island is a man called Gregory Pearson, he has offered all allied forces the exclusive use of his Island. No DPRS forces have made moves on the island, but like Cape Island, it is patrolled by a Surface Action Group, this will need to be destroyed by Naval forces before any landing os attempted on Fanu.

Once the 2nd SAG has been destroyed we suggest a Naval blockade around the North Eastern waters of the island, to protect against strikes from Bartica, a People's Navy base. Once a secure base on Fanu has been established we would like, in co-ordination with our own attack on Aurora Naval Base, an attack on the Bartica Naval Base.

Needless to say the threat of air attack from the People's Air Force is high, and a bombing campaign to begin 24 hours before your fleets arrive, on PAF bases in the DPRS would be a good idea.

Once again, we repeat this is only a model, the COH only asks for the destruction of the Bartica Naval base, of course you can make your own plans for Fanu Island.

If you have any further queries then please contact us.

Message Ends"

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OPEN COMMUNIQUE
FROM: DPRS
TO: COH, EOL, ARSB, NG

The Office of the General Secretary of the Semeridon Communist Party
Premier Yamin Toulen

Dear Sirs,
Why do you wish to attack us? Must the capitalist aggressors always attack those who pose a threat to them?
We, the people of the Democratic People's Republic of Semeridon will never bow to your evil aggression. This is a sovereign nation, the proletariat spoke and i was rushed to victory as the head of this nation, confirmed by a vote of 99.9% in favour.
How dare you plot to attack us. The glorious People's Military will fight to the death to ensure your forces are driven back to the sea. As you plot we have secret weapons in production, ready to be unleashed the moment your forces step foot in our nation.
As we speak the rebels you sorely support are being wiped out in the mountains, they will never see the light of day again.
You filthy capatalist swine will never silence us.

Yamin Rammone Toulen, Premier of the Democratic People's Republic of Semeridon

(OOC: Its actually fairly hard to write from the perspective of a commie head-case.)

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The eery green glow of the Night Vision scope illuminated the bleak mountain terrain in a way the sun never could. Things looked darker and even more in-humane than they already were, instead of being a dark brown or grey the rocks were alien green and the ground was a dark mix of black and green, the sense of foreboding was a hard step up for many snipers.

The constant change from neon green to pitch black would play hell with a normal soldiers eyes, often needing time to adjust after using Night Vision, but snipers, like Jason 'Eyeball' Shannon, had to do it within seconds. He had a system worked out, the right eye was the night vision eye, the left eye was the normal eye, one was closed while the other was open, never changing their roles to ensure one could always see perfectly in its assigned role. It sounded almost scientific as he remembered his training, but more of an art than a science. He was brought back to the present by a rustling in the bushes to his left. It was getting louder, closer...no time to use to the radio. He opened his left eye, the non-night vision one he thought, shutting his right eye quickly, his hand eased the silenced M16A4-SR (Silenced, Heavy Barrel version of the M16) onto his left arm, careful not to let it rattle or make a noise. The rustling continued to get louder as his right hand closed on the silenced Mk.45 SOCOM pistol. He began to remove it as the rustling hit a crescendo and a small wild boar burst out of the bush, tripping over itself as it did so.

Instead of easing the pistol back into its holster he continued, inch by inch to draw it out, as the boar sniffed the air, getting its bearings. It was still about 5 feet away, and it was only an infant, but it had horns, a rather keen nose and a very loud squeal, if it got any closer, he thought with a half-grin, there'd be wild boar steaks on the menu. The pistol was now out, and aimed at the small boar, as it contined to sniff the air. It suddenly stopped, looked at Eyeball, he took careful aim with his left eye as he waited for the squeal, he squeezed the trigger gently, taking up first pressure...but just as suddenly as it had appeared the boar snorted, kicked up some dust and trundled off through the undergrowth. Eyeball let out a long sigh, returning the SOCOM to its holster. He jumped slightly as his radio cackled to life, "Eyeball, LT here. See anything?"

"Yeah...I just got snorted at by a wild boar, obviously wasn't the social type."

"Funny, almost no sign of wildlife down here."

"Of course not, i can smell y'all up here."

"Ok, enough. We're moving out to where you said you saw the parachutes come down, cover us from up there."

"Roger."

Eyeball set the gun back up, opening his right eye, while quickly shutting his left, peering back through the eery glow of the cross-haired Night Vision scope. The LT and the three other men on the patrol were moving in the undergrowth as he watched.

'Shit' LT thought, 'just shit'. They had almost missed the ARSB drop, the fat Major had taken some sort of fit and had to be subdued, he nearly messed up the whole mission. He was about a klick from where Eyeball had seen the chutes go down. His helmet visor illuminated everything in a new colour-grey. No more eery green, a plain grey, it gave the men depth perception, the green Night Vision meant you couldn't tell how far a tree was in front of you on some occasions, the new Grey night-vision, the latest upgrade to the Land Warrior equipment, changed all that.

The waypoint was fixed on the compass at the top end of the screen he saw the world through. Arrows at the left and right told him where his men where. He clicked a button on the M20 and a small screen appeared at the right, just beside the name 'Shannon', pointing to where he was, he scrolled through the small menu until he came to 'Freq'- radio frequencies. Before the fat Major had his fit they'd received an encrypted message from Command with the ARSB force frequency. He keyed it onto the screen as he found it and cleared his throat before speaking, "ARSB Units come in, this is Wolf One."
He turned and gave a thumbs up to the men crouched some spaces behind him, there was an answer. "Ok, we're moving to meet you, hold your fire, over."

The LT switched Freq's to tell Shannon to cover their trail as they moved to link up with the ARSB force to bring them back to the base.

(OOC: Soviet Bloc, in the next RP just assume they made it to the base after the link-up, i didn't want to RP your men, just in case. How do you propose we go about conversations?)


-COH-

OOC: Alright

The Layartebian navy approached the island with the intentions of conducting a massive naval battle. The six submarines travelling with the fleet would be up ahead, moving at 15 knots, well below their tactical silent speed, searching for and fighting against enemy submarines and surface ships. From the fleet, the cruisers and destroyers would be using Harpoons, Tomahawk IIs, and the new Relic anti-ship missiles to take out and destroy enemy shipping.

OOC: Sounds good. We should RP a link up some miles south of the Fanu Cape, one of us could do it tomorrow? If your strapped for time i can do it no probs.

OOC: Sounds good. We should RP a link up some miles south of the Fanu Cape, one of us could do it tomorrow? If your strapped for time i can do it no probs.

Yeah set it up tomorrow. Please...thank you.

OOC: Ok, No probs.

I just noticed a bad mistake on my part, i was looking through the deployment i have sent, Navy-wise, i had no submarines. I just put them in, but if you reckon it would be God-Modding i can have them link-up with the Naval Task Force. You guys call it, after all you can't tell yourself whether your God-Modding or not.

OOC: Ok, No probs.

I just noticed a bad mistake on my part, i was looking through the deployment i have sent, Navy-wise, i had no submarines. I just put them in, but if you reckon it would be God-Modding i can have them link-up with the Naval Task Force. You guys call it, after all you can't tell yourself whether your God-Modding or not.

eh I'd just call it a typo. :)

K, cheers.

OOC- Alright, I'll get to posting, either sometime soon or later tonight. Conversation will be a problem... I really don't know how to go about that. Ideas? Or just wing it and see how it develops.

OOC: I suppose, we could RP each other's guys to avoid long winded bits of conversation, i.e. add in the odd 'yeah', if you keep each others speech to a minimum i reckon that would work ok. I agree, lets just wing it for now.

The room was aglow with instruments and gadgetry, each emmitting a low drone, flashing now and then when something happend. Each station was being furiously studied by numerous sailors, their faces lit up by the glow of the screens.

In the centre of the room there was a glass map with many green, red and blue LED's lit up here and there, some sketching route's, others positions of units. Black lines marked the enemy coastline, the gridlines showing it was still far off.

An older sailor, dressed in the usual Brown work uniform studied the map, one hand balled into a loose fist just in front of his mouth. A younger man talked to him while he slowly nodded.

Somewhere in the vast room there was a bleep followed by a ring, muffled voices were heard until, "Admiral, Sir, we just hit the last waypoint."

The older man, known as 'Slim' to his freinds, and Admiral Stillwell to the men he commanded, looked up to where the voice had come from, he eyed up the man for a second before turning back to the map, "Tell the Task Force to stop, get me Rear Admiral Speirs."

Another sailor grabbed a radio from the desk under the glass map, he punched in a few numbers before acknowledging the person on the other end.
He said, "Admiral Speirs, Sir", as he handed it to Stillwell.

"Dick, your not lagging behind the rest of us are you? God damm it, next time get off the Flight deck when i call you, now listen...i said listen...no...lis-ten. We're stopping, we hit the last waypoint. I want the 10th Fleet to move off to Starboard of my own Fleet, make sure you've got adequate protection on all sides, the Layartebians will be coming in from the port side, at least thats what it looks like at the moment. Now listen Dick, we need constant air sorties from here on in, make sure the Emergency 5 are on deck at all times...Ok...good...good. I'll talk to you later Dick, out."

Stillwell handed the mic back to the younger Officer and went back to surveying the glass map. He strolled casually over to a large radar screen and peered at it from behind the operator. A bleep was emitted from the machine, followed by the appearance of a blip, followed by a few more. The IFF (Identify Freind or Foe) technology kicked in and information appeared beside the blips. Stillwell smiled, "Imperial Layartebian Navy...punctual as always." He patted the back of the radar operator and said, "How far away son?"

"It'll be around an hour before they're in visible range, sir."

"Good, but that wasn't what i asked you son."

"Sor-"

"I'm joking, its good enough for me kid. Keep me posted," he smiled and gave the operators shoulder a pat before standing up and wandering back over to the map.

"Take a note Liutenant Waters, send it to the ILN a-sap."

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"Encryption Max
To: Imperial Layartebian Naval Task Force
From: Admiral Nathan X. Stillwell, COH Naval Task Force Commander
Subject: Link-up
Message:

Sirs, it would seem my superiors have not yet informed me of who is commanding your Naval contingent, thus please excuse the generality of this message.

We're around 30 Miles from the Fanu Cape, the southernmost tip of Semeridon. I'm holding at our current position to enable you to link up with us. During the link up it would preferable, if the situation allows it, for your Task Force to come in from the port side and remain on this side for the time being.

We are currently begginning defensive sorties around this area and will provide air cover for the link up, but feel free to add to this cover if you wish. My superiors inform me that the first bombers will pass overheard tomorrow morning so i suggest holding this position for at least a further 24 hours.


Admiral Jason X. Stillwell

Officer Commanding, Task Force COURAGE

Message Ends"

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(OOC: I'll leave the return message up to you EOL, but by then i suppose the link-up would be complete, you can RP it if you've got the time, but if you can only manage a return message then thats fine. I'll post a bomber take off thread later today maybe.)

"Encryption Max
To: Imperial Layartebian Naval Task Force
From: Admiral Nathan X. Stillwell, COH Naval Task Force Commander
Subject: Link-up
Message:

Sirs, it would seem my superiors have not yet informed me of who is commanding your Naval contingent, thus please excuse the generality of this message.

We're around 30 Miles from the Fanu Cape, the southernmost tip of Semeridon. I'm holding at our current position to enable you to link up with us. During the link up it would preferable, if the situation allows it, for your Task Force to come in from the port side and remain on this side for the time being.

We are currently begginning defensive sorties around this area and will provide air cover for the link up, but feel free to add to this cover if you wish. My superiors inform me that the first bombers will pass overheard tomorrow morning so i suggest holding this position for at least a further 24 hours.


Admiral Jason X. Stillwell

Officer Commanding, Task Force COURAGE

Message Ends"

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(OOC: I'll leave the return message up to you EOL, but by then i suppose the link-up would be complete, you can RP it if you've got the time, but if you can only manage a return message then thats fine. I'll post a bomber take off thread later today maybe.)

Our command staff for this operation is as following:

The Layartebian Naval Admiral
The Layartebian Air Force General
The Layartebian Army General
The Layartebian Special Forces Colonel

:)

OOC: Ok, assume we've linked up then ;)
I think we should wait on ARSB and NG to make posts, otherwise its a bit un-fair, no point in racing ahead, there's plenty of time.

BUMP- For ARSB and NG.

OOC: Ok, assume we've linked up then ;)
I think we should wait on ARSB and NG to make posts, otherwise its a bit un-fair, no point in racing ahead, there's plenty of time.

Yes that's fine for me.

By now, the entire team had been escorted to the Hirgizstanian/Nationalist Front base camp, of course it was after a number of introductions, etc.



Captain Gerlinkov slung the SR-90S assault rifle over his shoulder, temporarily locking it into place, courtesy of a holder on his load bearing system. He often felt a need to connect with the people he spoke with, and that often couldn't occur due to the helmet and face mask system he wore, so he promptly removed it, setting it near a pile of gear where the Black Berets had deposited their additional jump gear. Gerlinkov strolled towards the man he had met just minutes earlier in the forests, the obvious commander of the Hirgizstanian operations here, the lieutenant. In tow was Anatoly Kevinsky, in his devouring black combat uniform, still with the helmet on, its 'eyes' glowing a tame blue. He had his rifle hanging limply to his side, his right hand grasping the receiver. He wore no identification, aside from the navy blue patch with the two vertical crimson red bands which was slapped across his shoulder. That was the Strakhen Soldat Armiya's field identification patch, the only thing they wore, aside from a similar item on their helmets. Also behind the Captain was Lieutenant Colonel Marcus Uhlinovich, who carried only a hip-holstered pistol, otherwise, he had a laptop cradled underneath his arm and had ditched his helmet, which laid near the Captain's. His uniform was a darker gray, a visible sign of his elite status in the Dokhturosoldat.


Gerlinkov quickly came to a halt, "Lieutenant Nickson..." He offered the man a handshake, and promptly gave it a firm shake. "Well, beautiful country you guys got here... Oh, by the way, this is Anatoly Kevinsky, he's commander of the seven Strakhen Soldat Armiya we have with, they're a paramilitary group... Better than us even." He smiled and let Kevinsky introduce himself, with a handshake of course. "And this is Lieutenant Colonel Marcus Uhlinovich. He's an intelligence analyst and special forces operator with the Dokhturosoldat, the Kagan's personal special forces group." He let the two men introduce themselves. "Alright... So, what's the plan? I've got twenty one guys here who are more eager than hell to do a little shooting. And one guy who'd like to speak with whatever intelligence officials you have here, whether they're Hirgizstanian or with the Nationalist Front."


The rest of the soldiers had stayed near their deposited gear, a handful idly chatting with a few of the Nationalist Front and Hirgizstanian special forces. Others were checking rifles, gear, or... playing games with the DNI, as they often liked to do... The Black Berets wore their pitch black uniforms, as did the SSA, however the Black Berets carried the Soviet Bloc flag on their shoulder, the navy blue flag with the golden eagle. They also wore rank insignia, one on the chest, one on the helmet, and one on the shoulder. They were bulkier than their SSA counterparts, wearing heavier armor and carrying more supplies...

The Hirgizstanian Delta boys were strolling around their living space, sitting or standing chatting with the new arrivals. Some Nationalist Front soldiers sat here and there, listening and chatting.

The two Strike Force Lightning soldiers didn't visibly acknowledge the Soviet Bloc soldiers, they sat stock straight studying, at first instance, nothing in particular. However, each man was analysing every little thing that went on around them. A map of Semeridon was spread on the floor between them, every few minutes they would look at it and then look back at nothing in particular- they were memorising every little detail about the immediate area, every dip, grove and path they could see on the map. The Lightning soldiers were trained to work without maps, use the surrounding area as a compass and make sure they remembered every detail from the maps. Their training was often do or die and that enabled them to operate at a higher frequency than any other combat soldiers. They were issued technological equipment but they took the soldiers maxim to its fullest, the mind is the best weapon.

The LT shook hands and acknowledged the three ARSB Soldiers.
"Sirs, its good to have you here, some professional help never goes to waste. Up until today we've been securing a plan to enable us to conduct effective guerrilla war in this terrain. So far we've made the sin, as it were, of staying at this base, but we needed to get sorted, so here we are, by the guys, its 'LT'." The three ARSB officers nodded as he continued, "We supplied the NF guys with new weapons and equipment, we also gave them a crash course in combat. Their commanders are Robert Eckling and Mitch Gorman," the LT pointed to where the two men were sitting down talking with a fellow soldier. They know the terrain and surrounding area fairly well. The NF guys are varied, some are young and inexperienced, some are older with good experience, they all seem ready to fight though, most of them have a greivance or a grudge. Our intel at this moment comes from three sources, our own satellite and intel feeds, the NF guys and a fat Major we have as a prisoner. The Major helped us buy a window of time but its running out fast, 48 hours until, we think, a whole battalion of DPRS SF come through here. You can interrogate the Major and talk to Gorman and Eckling as much as you want before we need to get outta dodge. I have a strategy though, and its a but like leap-frogging. This whole mountain range is covered in small, remote bases and deep vegetation, perfect for our mission. Some bases are abandoned, other aren't. My plan is to leap-frog from base to base killing everyone, destroying weaponry and spoiling supplies, while setting traps for the counter-attackers. Once we assault and 'trap' a base we move out into the mountains again. What i suggest we do is this, wait until dusk then split the NF into two groups of 20 men, 20 go with your men and 20 with mine, then we move out and work independently on bases in the area, linking up every so often to check progress and casualties etc, we'll be in constant radio contact so help can become avaliable. Of course we can also spilt our own groups up for patrols and things like that. Anyway, there's a base nearby, a heli base run by a guy called Col. Zissen. You can ask the Major, he knows all about it, you guys can take that base as your first mission if you want. I'm sorry to go on but i need to go off-subject for a sec, the two guys in the corner of the hanger, the ones dressed in black," the LT pointed toward the Strike Force Lightning men. "Don't talk to them, i would implore you to tell your men to do the same, my squad isn't even allowed to talk to them, they're on a mission of some sort, tagging along with us for now. Anyway, what do you guys think of my plan, i'm very open to suggestions, as you can see we're doing this on the lamb, but then thats the essence of guerilla warfare, nevermind, whats your take on things, sirs?"


(OOC: I feel terrible about this awful passage of speech, its so long, try and bare with it, lol.)

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The 'Reapers' of the 7th Fighter Squadron were some of the best pilot's in the Air Force, flying some of the best planes, the F/A-22A Raptor. The 25 planes of 1 Section, 1st Fighter Group (7th Fighter Squadron) were usually the 'jokers' of the Fighter Group, cowboys who were labelled as 'careless' by stiff-assed clerks and officers.

No matter if their off-base reputation, and indeed their on-base reputation, was taken into account, their skills were virtually un-matched. They had been chosen to fly a Combat Escort mission for the B-52H's of the 1st Bomber Squadron, stationed on the same base.

The sun was high in the sky as the 75 planes taxied and took off, the B-52's first, then the Raptors. Some were sorry to leave the sunny beaches and blue seas of Legionnaires, others were simply happy to fly a combat sortie.

The Air Group leader, the Raptor at the fore of the gaggle of aeroplanes, Colonel Mitchell S. Stevens, callsign: Reptile, was admiring the sunny horizon as his radio cackled to life in his ears, "Zero-Niner-Zero Air Group Steel, this is Ramraider Section Zero One Zero, please acknowledge, radar contact in 5 seconds."

"Zero One Zero, Zero-Niner-Zero lead here, we...got you on radar, whats yout ETA to visible range?"

"Well, since you guys are a travelling at the speed of an old granny with crutches, we'll be there in a few seconds, check your right and left wing anytime, we'll be there."

"Roger." Reptile didn't like these guys attitude, the F-111F Aardvark pilots were notorious show-boaters, often tasked with B-52 Escorting they usually went supersonic and buzzed past the B-52's before they themselves went supersonic. Reptile followed the showboaters on the radar until they were level, a sharp tearing sound could be heard as the Aardvarks peeled up the end of the group, the Commander of the 5 planes, instead, flew overhead and barrelled rolled toward the horizon. Retile shook his head, 'and they think we're bad' he thought.

Each pilot occupied himself in his own way during the long flight to the first waypoint, over the Naval Group off Semeridon, where they're refuelling aircraft would meet them, but still that was almost 8 hours flying time from now. They were also supposed to be joined there by a group of five Tornado GR.6's from Hirgizstanian Nations, carrying runway destroying munitions.

Refuelling was done by four KC-135R Stratotanker's before the last waypoint in freindly territory. As refuelling was finished the five Tornado GR.6 aircraft joined the rest of the group, each carrying one BLU-107 Durandal Anti-Runway Weapon, four AGM-154 JSOW's and two AIM-120 AMRAAM. The Raptor's each carried two JDAM's, and four AIM-120 ARMRAAM's. The Aardvarks carried four GBU-37B GAM 'Bunker Buster's', one AGM-88 HARM, one AGM-158 JASSM and two AIM-120 AMRAAM's. The B-52H's however, had a much more 'old fashioned' payload. Each had 500 1000lb Dumb Iron bomblets (which means 25000 Bomblets in all, as there are 50 B-52's) and four AGM-158 JASSM's.

The type of armament being used on various on some of planes meant that their munitions could be launched at the Initial Point, well inside freindly territory. The IP was directly 20 Miles Southn of the Fanu Cape.

"Air Group Steel, this is Reptile, the initial point is coming up, get ready to fire if you have to, then be ready to break for your assigned duties. Good luck everyone, Fox One out."

Upon coming to the initial point every JASSM was fired, creating huge amounts of white smoke and very visible trails as dark coloured cruise missiles dropped from the hardpoint, ignited the engines and sped off toward their targets. The Aardvark's then broke formation and quickly launched the five HARM missiles which, instead of going straight, dropped from the hardpoints, ignited, sped off and then climbed, high about the Aarvarks where they would monitor enemy radar signals and drop down with their deadly cargo whenever one switched on. As soon as the HARM's were gone the F-111's swung their wings and powered off toward the horizon and the Wister Naval base.

The rest of the air-group, the Raptor's, Tornado's and B-52's stayed close together until they were 10 miles from the Coast. Their plan was to head up the East Coast, over Cape Island where they would break, where 25 B-52H's would break off, some heading for Kiruna, the main PAF base and some heading for Lethem, another PAF Base. 15 Raptor's and 3 Tornado's would head to Kiruna and the others would head to Lethem. Cape Island was still a half hour flight away.

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"Knightrider Flight this is Jackal, we're approaching Nautili Bay, prepare for multiple contacts. I have two radar stations on a low frequency and a pair of SU-27 Flanker's 7 miles west flying low, they ain't aware." The Aardvark's cruised in over the coast at around 25,000 feet. Jackal was the flight lead.

"Jesus! Do you see how many targets we got? This base is huge...Jackal, the Su-27's are aware, 6 miles and closing, what do you suggest?"

"Climb to 30,000 Feet and release the bunker-buster's they're already target set, then we turn and burn, you hear me." He got a round of acknowledgements before all five planes banked hard into the sky, climbing the 5000 feet in no time. They levelled off and quickly released the Bunker buster's that fell away below them. They quickly dropped altitude and turned, the two enemy planes were there to greet them. "Sir...shit...Flanker's dead ahead, 2 miles, they got me locked up, permission to fire."

"Fire, everyone pick one of them sons of bitches and fire damm it. Shit, they fired, evasive manouvres...now!." The five planes immediately barreled rolled out of formation, heading downward at an incrdible rate, the incoming missile followed one of the planes down. "Shit, i can't shake this missile, its still coming. I'm facing toward the coast, i'm gonna burn, Fox Eighty." The swing wings immediately went back into place and the engine caps closed slightly as the plane jumped forward, the missile chasing for a mile or two before its fuel ran out and it dropped stright out of the sky.
"This is Jackal lead, good moving soon, the Flanker's are trailing me, anyone get a shot?"


"Jackal, this is Eagle, i got a shot, moving in, come hard right and i've got one of them." The plane being chased pulled hard to the right and Eagle received the beep and continous tone before, "I've got a shot, Firing." An AIM-120 streaked off from under the wing and within seconds it turned the Flanker into a rolling, burning mess of twisted metal. The other witnessed his wingman go down in flames and fired his guns quickly at Jackal, Jackal ducked and banked, trying to shake him but the Flanker was somewhat smaller and was able to follow. "Eagle, you still there, take this son-of-a-bitch out." There was silence before, "Got him, firing." Another AIM-120 streaked off, it went straight into the wing of the Flanker, blowing it off and sending the plane into a spin, Eagle saw the pilot eject as the plane crumpled toward the ground.

"Shit, we gotta turn and burn, more bandits incoming, lets bug out."

The remaining four Aarvark's turned out toward the coast and powered out toward Cape Island, just as two HARM Missiles cleared out two radar sites on the coast.

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The Raptor's on their way to Kiruna had already taken out two radar sites on the foot of the mountains and four Migs on a patrol nearby. Almost immediately it seemed the base at Kiruna was alerted and more targets began to appear. As the climbed over the mountains and began a descent one of the B-52's was locked by a SAM, its countermeasures got it but the flak and AA fire was coming up thick and fast, the JASSM's had done their job well in taking out the radar and battlefield communications sites around the airbases, they were cut off from everyone but themselves and they were panicked, they were firing into the sky when the group hadn't even began its bomb-run.

The B-52's continued to drop their bombs, despite the fact that one had been blown up by Flak over the target area, the Raptor's were already out of the coffee grinder having destroyed two more Migs. Once the B-52's had made their run the 3 Tornado's descended like Stuka's from the sky, making use of the confusion made by the bomb run to destroy three of the five runway's at Kiruna. The whole base and surrounding city was on fire, glowing red, the sky coloured by tracer that arced up and then dissappeared. One of the Tornado's was hit on the way down and it carreered down into a street on the base, setting a building ablaze as the other pilots saw. The levelled off low and cruised over the biggest runway, dropping their Durandal's over it.
They both shot up into the as they dropped their ordnance. They followed the rest of the group back up to 35000 feet where they turned to head back out to the coast.

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Lethem had been a different story. The had passed over a beach resort at the Coast and had encountered not a single enemy aicraft. Lethem itself was asleep. Due to the destruction of the Air Force Command and Control network by Cruise Missile and the bombing of Kiruna, the delayed run on Lethem caught the enemy in bed.

As the gaggle of planes got ever closer SAM sites began to come on, prompting a mass of JDAM attacks from the 10 Raptors. The B-52's climbed away from the rest of the group, making their bombing run on Lethem, setting it ablaze for the two Tornado's that swooped in destroying the runway with their Durandal munitions. The group was able to get back to the coast without hassle, but two Migs brought down a Tornado at the coast before the Raptor's finsihed them off.


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Losses: 3 Tornado GR.6, 1 B-52H
Kills: 10 SAM's (6 SA-13 Gopher's, 4 Stationery Bunkers), 10 Shilka's, 2 Mig-25's, 2 Su-27 Flanker's.
(OOC: I'll RP a BDA at another time.)

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The three men had listened intently, taking in the situation at hand... Especially Uhlinovich, who recorded it an audio recorder, while memorizing key names, positions, plans, etc. in a databank within his DNI.


Gerlinsky spoke up as the lieutenant's own speech came to an end, "Well, your plan sounds good, certainly do-able... I suppose we don't have much in the way of air cover? Just kind of alone... Say, if you guys need any short range reconaissance, we brought along a mini-UAV. Its a simple little bugger with two cameras, one for piloting and the other for spotting anything, its night vision enabled and we can attach a thermal imager to the lens if we need to. Brought along enough fuel to keep her in the air for up to three hours flight time, after two refuelings. If you need it just talk with Specialist Markov, over there." He pointed to a man with a very large ruck sack, much, much larger than the rest and which housed the small UAV. "Should be useful, especially if we can't get any aerial support or spotting. However, if we don't need it, we might as well drop her down here and leaver, no use in lugging around its weight. Anyways, yeah, plan's great, Kevinsky, you agree?"

Anatoly Kevinsky nodded as he spoke, "Quite, makes more sense than any other plan, should aid in confusion as well as to our true numbers."

"Great, Lieutenant Colonel?"

Uhlinovich gave a simple nod, too engrossed in a number of activities to give a verbal response.

"Alright, then its settled, Kevinsky, gather up our men and tell them what's going down and the plan at hand, if they have questions just tell them to ask me." Kevinsky quickly trotted away towards the waiting Soviet Bloc special forces. "Alright, next thing... Power." He tapped his wasteline, "We're gonna need power, whether its direct current generators, car batteries, or alternating current outlets in a base, we're gonna need it, well at least not for fifteen days." He paused for a second, "We'll just continually recharge as we hop from position to position. I think that settles everything then."

By now, Uhlinovich had backed off and found a nice position against a wall where he sat, he had put his helmet back on. With it on, he adjusted the auto darkening visor to hide his face from the outside world, now he was in his own. Within it, he was having a lively conversation with a number of OMONIA analysts and officers back in Rostov, with the signals he sent being sent to Corporal Strokov, who was outside, chatting with another Black Beret, from his satellite uplink, the OMONIA agent's transmission intercepted a satellite and was directed towards Rostov, arriving less than a second later. En route, it was encrypted via a 128mb man-to-man encryption and a 256mb earth to satellite encryption. He doubted the locals had any decryption gear and he doubted many nations were interested in the events occuring in Semeridon, except those already in it. He could bump up man-to-man encryption to the 256mb level and the earth-satellite encryption level to 512mb but that'd tax the systems and shouldn't be used unless there was a damn good chance the enemy wanted to listen in to your conversation or unless you had information of such extreme importance, but not enough where you'd have to commission a courier. Either way, the Corporal's uplink was being used without his permission, well, he could never deny any one from using it. That was the wonder of the ARSB DefenseNet. With it, you could have an intelligence analyst on the far western front of an invading force utilize the man-to-man transmissions to hop all the way across four hundred miles of ARSB military equipment or cell phone towers to the nearest satellite uplink that wasn't obstructed. If he hadn't been in a building, his own uplink would've dispatched the transmissions but the signal was weak within and he didn't want any of the information to be garbled as it passed through the steel or tin roof.

Off to themselves, and after being briefed of their plans by Anatoly Kevinsky, the SSA members were chatting amongst themselves, silently, and through their DNIs. Their visors were, of course, dimmed, and luminescent so their faces couldn't be seen as they stood amongst themselves.

"So, we can't talk to those two guys?"

"Guess so..."

Another chimed in, "Why not?"

"I guess they're the Hirgizstanian equivalent to the DS or OMONIA BBP. Kevinsky said we're not supposed to talk to them, because the Hirgizstanians themselves can't."

"Heh, and the equivalent of us?"

"Well, I didn't say the DS or BBP were better than us, now did I?" The soldier who said this grinned behind the mask of his helmet.

"Heh, true, true. They look like they have sticks shoved up their asses."

A few laughs filtered through with one soldier speaking up, "Well, I suppose we would too if we weren't wearing these."

"Hey, what if they can hear us?"

"How the hell could they hear us? They'd have to have these too." The soldier responsible tapped his helmet. A sure-fire sign that they were up to something, as before that they just loitered about.

"Great, now they think we're up to something. I don't know, maybe they do?"

"If they did, I'd be willing to bet they'd be screaming at us, because then we'd be indirectly talking to them."

"I hope you have this on local area between us? We don't need the Captain or Kevinsky or that spook to hear all of this."

"Yeah, don't worry, I even encrypted it."

"Good. So, you think the Hirgizstanian's plans are any good?"

"Yeah, certainly makes more sense than us all doing one thing at a time, which means it'd be easier for us to blunder around. With two groups we'll get more done, faster, and likely confuse the enemy while we're at it. Although, I think we could've easily handled a total of three groups. If it would be better, I don't know, but just my idea."

The group of soldiers involved all agreed, citing a few random phrases and such. For now, they would await the beginning of the operations, or anything that came before it.

The screams hadn't stopped, they'd been going on for almost 20 minutes when the office door simply exploded as the fat Major was literally hurled through the glass pain halfway up the door. His legs caught as he went through and he fell onto his head, hanging through the door.

The two Strike Force Lightning men shoved the rest of him through and opened the door. One grabbed the major and trailed him along the metal gangway, past a few more offices. Nationalist Front soldiers and some Delta Force guys were watching, a few of the ARSB soldiers watched aswell.

They reached the top of the long metal staircase and stood the Major up, holding him so he didn't fall down. The man who'd been dragging him nodded at the other making his way down the gangway, and he was kicked off the top stair.

He rolled down bouncing and banging until he came to rest on the last few steps. As the Lightning soldiers reached him he groaned, unable to scream anymore. The LT walked over and the Lightning men nodded slowly at him before walking over the Major and going back to their living area, watched by dumbfounded NF soldiers.

Buck and the LT dragged the Major out of the hangar and over to where Gerlinsky stood talking to some of his men. The two men let go of the Major and he hit the dirt with a thud, rolling over and groaning, Buck kicked him in the side before walking off. "Sir, he's all yours, our boys softened him up so he'll talk. We have under eight hours until they rumble our game, so get whatever info you need on the nearby heli base, call me when your done and I'll come get this piece of shit." The LT saluted and walked away, leaving the Major.

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Back in Hirgizstan the Semeridon Theatre Commander, General Norman Taylor, sat in his office. The leather chair creaked every now and again as he moved, trying to get a better angle on one of the two pistols which he was studiously cleaning, the other lay assembled on the leather pad of his desk.

The pistols, nickel plated, ivory handled M1911A1's. He wore them in old leather holsters on his hips, he had taken to his old callsign, 'Cowboy', in more ways than one. An Air Force officer knocked at the door, the General grunted an acknowledgement and the Officer walked up to the desk. He slipped a brown folder onto the desk, "The BDA from the recent Air Strikes, photo's and reports."

The General looked quickly at the folder before returning his gaze to his gun, "I'll look at 'em later, gimme the brief now kid."

The Officer nodded and began to speak, "Lethem is, we think, around 10% operational. They appear to be using an auxiliary runway to ferry supplies in and out but no Fighters or offensive aircraft have taken off, apart from a few helicopters. Kiruna is still about 75% operational, the Durandal's only destroyed the one runway due to confusion over the Target Area, that leaves 4 Runways still operational. The town of Kiruna was hit bad and the Helicopter base was completely destroyed. Kiruna's offensive Fighter hangars were hit but they appear to have landed more, new-builds from a factory somewhere. It appears some of the bunkers were also fakes. Fuel supplies remain at around 50%, one tank took a direct hit and shut down operations on that side of the air base. There's more detail in the report. The Wister Naval base is unknown at this time. Satellite imagery shows 2 ships destroyed and one yard was hit by a bunker buster. A Command and Control facility was also destroyed. There's more in the report sir."

The General grunted again, "Ok, assemble for a meeting at 1600 hours, Air Force and Army. Dismissed."



(OOC: I'll not RP any more air or naval stuff, i'll give y'all a chance to catch up.)

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Hirgy, SB, NG. I'm sorry guys. I am finding it so hard to keep up with this. I think I'll have to bow out and hopefully catch something at a later date or something. Very sorry.

Alright, it seems atm we're all strapped for time (i'm beginning exams next month and i have to knuckle down for it), if you want we could shelve this and just save it for a later date?

Alright, it seems atm we're all strapped for time (i'm beginning exams next month and i have to knuckle down for it), if you want we could shelve this and just save it for a later date?

That word be perfect for me. Mid to late May and I'll be 100% again!

OOC: Might be around 10th of June before I'm free again, that ok?

OOC: Might be around 10th of June before I'm free again, that ok?

No objections here. I'll keep this in my subscriptions box and check it out progressively until then, lots of writing.

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I posted an Air Attack and I'll let you guys catch up with that before i post anything else. ARSB-I think you were about to interrogate the Fat Major about information on the nearby Heli Base. Anyway, i'll let ya'll catch up before i post, i don't want to get ahead of things.

Gaptain Gerlinkov observed the man being thrown down the stairs, he stood in fair disbelief, Damn, so much for human rights... The Armed Republic wasn't big on them either, but throwing prisoners down a flight of stairs, Ah fuck, who gives a shit. He wouldn't hold back on him if the chance arose, he thought, as he glanced down at the battered major, after receiving a kick in the side courtesy of the Hirgizstanian. "Alright, thank you... Sergeant, would you bring him to..." the Captain glanced around the room spotting an open door leading to a small room, he pointed, "There. Have Vladikovskiy assist you." He smirked, as he simply stepped over the major's body and proceeded to the room, a simple one at that with nothing in it but some scattered papers, an overturned chair and a desk in the far corner.

He leaned against the wall as he cracked his neck, waiting for the two soldiers to drag the man in. Outside, the two soldiers each gave the major a quick kick in the sides as they flipped him face down, each grabbing hold of an arm and just dragging him across the floor. As they came through the doorway, Sergeant Anton Kipscherov spoke, "Where do you want him?" The Captain motioned towards the far wall, the two sergeants [a sergeant and a junior sergeant] glanced at each other, their grins hidden by their masks, each one's hand moved farther up the major's arm for support before lifting him up and throwing him, with considerable strength, against the far wall, courtesy of their VEPR Next Generation Infantry Combat Systems' physical enhancement system. The major slammed against the wall, chest-first, and slowly slid down, twisting his body as he did so until he sat against the wall, his head laying slightly to the side and his mouth open.

"Vladikovskiy, Kipscherov, stay in here... And close the door." Kipscherov flung the door shut and stood to the right of the door, Vladikovskiy taking the left. Each stood with their assault rifles across their chests as they surveyed the action. "Alright..." He gave a curt nod, "I am... Captain Hektor Gerlinkov of the Armed Republic of Soviet Bloc." He smirked. "Now I understand you have some information about a nearby helicopter base. First off, I would like you to draw me a map of the general area, and major buildings." He pulled a piece of paper off of the floor and thrust it at the major, along with a pencil from the nearby desk. He observed for a minute as the major sat. Gerlinkov grunted and stood over the man, reaching down to his collar and lifting the heavy-set man up, pushing him up against the wall. "Can't? Maybe the Hirgizstanian's beat you too much? I'll tell you what, if you thought that was bad, wait until you see what we do to you if you don't do what we ask. Now, draw me a map of the damned place.." He glared into the major's eyes before throwing him at the desk, he walked over and held his face pressed against the desk face, "Sergeant! Get me that chair."

The sergeant obliged and hurredly brought the chair and set it down behind the major's ass. Gerlinkov pushed the major's body back into the chair, "Now draw me the fucking map.[i]" He stood back and watched as the major hunched over, weakly drawing a figure as he began detailing the base. [i]"Good." He waited what seemed like an eternity before the major dropped the pencil and pushed the paper away, letting his head rest on the desk. Gerlinkov pulled the major's collar back so he laid back in his chair, "Now lets see what you drew me..." He picked up the paper and glanced at it, Hmm... Makes sense, this should be correct. He looked down at the major, "Is this 100% correct?" The major weakly nodded, "Are you sure?" He nodded again. Smiling, the Captain set the paper back down, "Now, off to the side I want you to tell me what kind of forces they have there." The major refused to move, Gerlinkov fiercely kicked the chair, "Now!" This galvanized the major, likely fearing another beating such as the Hirgizstanians showed him, as he leaned forward and began scribbling near the edge of the paper.

A few minutes later and he was done, Gerlinkov once again surveyed what the major had written down, "Is this correct?" The major's head rolled. "Yes, or no." A weak yes emanated from his mouth. "Perfect." Gerlinkov swiveled the chair around, "First off, I'd like to thank you for your... Fair cooperation? Yes." His left hand grasped the major's shoulder as he leaned forward, "Second, thank you for betraying your countrymen." Gerlinkov squatted, becoming eye level with the major, "And finally, thank you for your indispensable assistance to our efforts. I'm sure the Hirgizstanians will need you for something so I can't kill you... But I can... Do this." His grasp on his shoulder became stronger as he instaneously pulled back his right arm and gave the major one hell of a punch into the chest, the heavy ballistic plastic knuckle, upper hand, and wrist protectors likely doing a number on the man's internal organs, no matter how much 'natural protection' [fat], he had. Gerlinkov stepped back and brought his boot up between the man's leg, it impacting the chair and flipping him backwards, he then kicked the chair so the man slid against the wall. "Wasn't that fun?"

He swiveled around, "Sergeants... Never, ever, beat up a superior officer like I have just done, unless you're either in this situation... Or you just caught him with your wife. Then its fine." He grinned, "I'll be right back, watch him while I get the lieutenant." He headed for the door, pulling it open and glancing for the Hirgizstanian lieutenant, quickly waving him over.

He offered the lieutenant the piece of paper with the rough map and personnel of the base, "Not sure if you got this out of him, but he drew us a map and gave us rough numbers of its defense forces." He coughed lightly, "Also, are we going to need that major any more, I suppose so?"

"Well...we've got another 4-6 hours before his C/O comes up here looking for a report, you see this base was supposed to launch an attack on the Nationalist Front men, and this guys C/O is arriving to check progress in that time-frame. We'll take him now for some more questioning, see if we can get anything more out of him, but it seems one of the NF guys recognises this man- apparently he led an assault on a nearby town during the revolution, killing, raping-the usual. So we're going to hand him over the NF guys after we're done, and if they don't kill him we probably will. If you can think of any other uses for him then give me a shout." Gaptain Gerlinkov nodded and the LT motioned with his hand as two Delta boys, their LW gear flapping about, ran into the room and dragged the Major out. Blood spilled down his face, staining his sodden uniform a deeper red, his mouth open like a baby's, leaking blood and saliva.

The LT took one more look at Gerlinkov's VEPR suit, which had been of interest to him since the ARSB men had arrived. "Sir, that suit...i've heard of them before...amazing up close. I tested similar stuff for about six months during a period of minor ligament injury, before going on Active again. I pushed to get our boys the proto-type Centurion Battle Armor, but they gave it to the Lightning men. Do your regular soldiers get issued with thos suits?"

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The Fat Major was dragged back into the hangar and propped up on a simple wooden chair. The Lightning soldiers could see him but they weren't looking at him, he groaned as he saw them again, thinking he'd be handed over to them.

Corporal Nathan Smith, or 'Smiddy' to the rest of the Delta Team, removed the chest rigs of the LW gear, removing his MARPAT BDU Jacket and setting it on the floor beside the rest of his kit. He stood up as two NF men moved in to stand either side of the Major. He strided cooly over to him, as some of the Delta men watched. Trigger and a few others stayed put, dealing cards, while some were doing press ups beside the Shilka's. No one took much notice of Smiddy or the Major.

From a pack strapped to his Combat Belt Smiddy removed a bandage and some Anti-Septic liquid, he could have been mistaken for a medic, in reality he was a Specialist Rifleman, trained in Battlfield interrogation and languages.

For some time Smiddy cleaned up the Major, reassuring him and making sure he stopped jumping every time he tried to swab a wound. Smiddy thought he knew the 'civilised' interrogation techniques, much like elementary detective work. But watching the Lightning soldiers beat this Officer without exertion or emotion, brought home the base nature of interrogation.

Once the Major was cleaned up Smiddy calmly said "I'll let this heal, I'll be back soon." He walked out of the hangar to find Buck, he had to know exactly the info that they wanted. He warned the two NF men not to touch the Major, nor let anyone else touch him until he returned.

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Smiddy found the CSM, Buck, in one of the hangars offices. He had just dropped a radio mic on to a desk and was scratching is buzz-cut grey hair. He eyed Smiddy at the door and motioned him in with a wave of his hat, held in his hand.

"What is it Smiddy?"

"Sergeant Major-"

"For the last time, its Buck, you've been on the team for a month now, no one calls me that, except when its necessary, so cut it out."

"...sorry..." Smith looked like a scolded child, waiting for permission to talk again.

"Alright...go on."

"As I was saying, Gerlinkov and his men are finished with the Major, I've got him downstairs, what do we need from him?"

"Well, the Six agrees with our plan, he was just on the sqawk. They lost some planes recently, they're wondering whether to leave air-strikes until we've softened up the targets, we'd be supplied by the Navy in that case..." Buck looked distant, he was thinking about many things, "We need information on any more bases in the Mountains...and find out if he knows where the nearest power station is. Sat suggests outside Karasburg, thats the civilian one. See if you can find out if the bases around here are powered by other means. Ask about listening posts, outposts and more importantly, the procedure for brining helicopters into bases...the exact procedure, and whether the codes change daily or what, and whether they're kept written or spoken on a radio. After that...we'll see. Clear?"

"Yeap, Sergea-, I mean Buck."

Smiddy turned to leave before Buck shouted after him, "Hey Smith, you seen the LT?"

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Smiddy had gotten as much as could from the Major, using the threat of handing him over to the NF soldiers, which would happen anyway, not that the Major knew. The N-60 'Truth Serum' had broken him down and it was just beginning to wear off, with much groaning.

Smiddy had even threatened to throw him to the Marines, and the Major, in his drugged state, hadn't realised there was not much chance that could happen inside of about 10 hours, he began to 'sweat' as it where. The Marines had been baying for blood in Semeridon, ever since several of their number where killed in the Embassy siege earlier in the year.

The aircraft approach codes where changed once a day, they were given out over the radio and checked with a book for authenticity, the book had been lovingly destroyed by the Major the moment the NF soldiers attacked, but they had the radio frequency nonetheless. The nearby power station, apparently, also powered the bases in the mountains, of which there were three. All had generators though, according to the Major. One other base, a listening post of sorts, would be where Smiddy and the rest of the Delta soldiers and half of the NF soldiers would go.

Smiddy was busy fiddling about with his belt kit as we watched the Major trying to stand still. The serum made his body weak and making him stand up was some punishment for failing to provide the plans for the listening post, which he probably didn't know. This would break him if he did know. If he fell he was promised he would feel the sting of a bullet around the rear area.

It was just a matter of time.

Alright I am going to go back to the very beginning, re-read everything, and repost.

OOC: Ok, no probs. I'll wait for ARSB to post again, unless EOL gets in there first!

The captain glanced down at his suit, "Yeah, damn these things are nice... Beautiful pieces of machinery, but unfortunately, they're too damn expensive, half a million a-piece. Special forces are the only ones to get it, so far, except one airborne division, otherwise the rest of the military is issued a similar variant but lacks the physical enhancement system." He paused for a second, "Maybe, sometime, I can get you guys hooked up with one of the VEPR NGCS systems, the government and military are fairly liberal when it comes to allies, as long as they ask for it. Although, you'd have to get the pressure-sensitive one, unless you want one of these..." He swiveled around and pulled back the collar on his uniform, a reinforced plastic piece entered into a small metallic disc here. "Direct Neural Interface. It makes the suit an extension of my body and lets me see effectively whatever any of our military units can see half-way across the planet. Neat stuff. Only problem is that it has to be implanted, but after that you're pretty much home-free, unless some rare side-effects, which after alot of ironing out of bugs, aren't very bad any more, mainly occasional nausea and stuff."

OOC- Sorry about the short and rather pointless post, been busy lately.

(OOC: No problem, i don't really mind. Do you want to RP your guys leaving first or should mine leave first? There's a helicopter and 2 Shilka AAA Self Propelled Guns (tracked, like tanks) at the base. We were going to take the Helicopter, but you can if you want. I'll wait for your reply before going on.)

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"All COH soldiers have implants, something we all get once we pass training. Its wired into the Battle Networking system, so Commanders, AWAC's, pilots, even bombs, can tell who and where we are. If you've got sunken sub-dermals, like most special forces, you can talk over the network without usuing the Land Warrior equipment. They implant them just under your ear. We also got bar-code tattoo's on the upper right arm, thats personal info. Hell, maybe I'll send a letter of recommendation about the VEPR system, I sure wouldn't mind testing a few. I guess we'll see how the Centurion system goes. The thing is, the LW system is cheap, everyone is issued with it now, even the Colonial Soldiers. We get a better armour package and different guns, but the system is similar. We need the Centurion system to work." The LT paused for a second, looking around. "I'll catch ya later sir, you need anything I'll be around the hangar. Make sure your team is ready to move out A-SAP. I'll send Mitch Gorman and 19 of his NF men over to you as soon as he's ready, we'll take Eckling and the other 19." The LT saluted and turned to walk back toward the hangar.

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One page away. I'm actually doing a sort of chronology of things that happened like we did with the Smolny Civil War because it's just that in depth.

OOC: Oh cool, that was a damm great help durin' that RP. It should be a damm great help here too. Cheers.

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Ah Hirgy I hate to do this....

I am moving apartments by August 1 so my attention is far from NS...sorry buddy.

OOC: This RP is cursed i tell ya... Lol. Take your time, i'll be away in NYC from next thursday so i won't be on here either. I was gonna say to leave it until i get back, but i suppose we'll leave it till your move is done. That OK with you ARSB?

OOC: Is everyone back and ready or are people still busy?

Yes I WILL offer you that timeline...i WILL I WILL I WILL!

OOC: And I will accept the offer!

Lol.

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