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International waters near PW

The Kirov class cruiser sat waiting for its orders. Finally they came with conformation of a nuclear strike. The target was Abu Mesa Island off the coast of PW but far enough away not to be affected by radioactive fall out. Not that there would be any. From the centre of the Kirov a single SS-N-19 cruise missile shot out armed with a 500 Kt yield tactical warhead. The orders were to detonate over the island and use the radiation to kill all life on the island leavening it intact for the Ivan Rogers class troop transport ship, that was travelling with the Kirov, to secure the island a couple of days later when the radiation cleared up. The missile accelerated to mach 2 as it cleared the ship and entered its attack run. After a few minuets there was a brilliant flash of light over the horizon. Then it was all over.

Dominion High Command

Sean sat behind his desk sipping his coffee. It was just another day on the job. Nothing new happening the southern disputes had gone quite all of a sudden but Sean thought this was the work of the recent police raids and so he dismissed this as nothing to worry about. Suddenly head minister mike Williams came running into Sean's office with a large pile of paper.

"Emperor we have a serous problem. We have reports of a nuclear strike on Abu Mesa Island."

Sean was familiar with the island; it was where the alliance pact with PW was officially signed.

"My god. Who launched the attack.”?

Mike dropped the papers on the desk with a satellite photo of a mental lands modified Kirov on the top. The name Agamemnon was painted clearly on the side.

"Well according to this report from the DEI. We did sir."

Mike paused as he saw the obvious panic strike Sean’s face then he continued.

"Well not us in person but it was from the cruiser Agamemnon attached to the second fleet. Which is now in the hands of terrorists known as the spilt."

'OH GOD not the spilt.' thought Sean. The split were a group of extremists who originated from the Retalyak region, which was brought under the control of the Dominion during the founding wars. While they were an independent country they were often persecuted by the nazi regime that occupied the lands of PW and still dose and so the split want nothing more than the destruction of the nazi peoples and the reconstruction of the Retalyak Republic.

"Umm it gets worse." mike mumbled. "Moments ago the split reported that they have achieved there goal and have split away from the Dominion Now we have lost contact with all military units in that region and we assume they have joined the opposite side."

Sean's face regained its composure as the time of action had come.

"First things first call the furrier of Psychopathic Warmonger and let them know that strike was not from us. Second, bring me the hackers, we have a republic to destroy."

Sekville new capitol of the Republic of Retalyak.

President Yostelvich stood behind the podium that still boar the flag of the Dominion at the base. Behind him was a large projection of himself on a large TV surrounded by speakers so all his adoring fans could see and hear him.

"Brothers and Sisters. The Republic is reborn a new and now we my continue our crusade against the nazi threat. We hope that our brothers to the north will join us in this mighty unde..." He was cut off as the screen behind went blank only to be replaced by the face of the emperor.

"Yostelvich! I should have known you would betray me. Now you shall regret your actions. The Naval Dominion of Mental lands formally declares war upon the Republic of Retalyak. We will reintegrate you back into the Dominion one way or the other."

OOC: I'm going to stop it there because my wrist hurts now. I shall look forward to all your replies. Oh and here’s a map of my lands the boarder of the Republic of Retalyak is the mountain range just south of Dansford http://img69.exs.cx/img69/6661/MENTALLANDS.png

OOC:for Psychopathic Warmonger

OOC: Why not put this on a thread on the forum, so we don't lose the posts. Plus I don't know what the hell a 'furrier' is but the spelling you're looking for is Fuhrer.
Finally there is more to come but I've got to go now. I'll be back in a few mins though.

IC: *Abu Mesa Island. T+2 hours.*

The only sounds that could be heard were the sounds of fires raging uncontrollably in the devasted scrublands. The missile hit with astonishing accuracy, detonating directly above the islands only town, St Phillips. With a total population of approx 2,500 civilians and 570 military personnel the island was no viable target for such a fearsome weapon, and yet the sight of the signing of the alliance was much celebrated all across PW.
The dust had barely settled though, and worse was to come as the deadly radiation ravaged the barren lands and wiped out its identity. . . . . .

OOC: for Psychopathic Warmonger

*Rastenburg - Fuhrer Bunker.*

The phones were going non-stop and the volume of dials, lights and klaxons that bleeps, whined and blared through the cavernous halls of the enormous FuhrerBunker Complex threatened to overload the entire system. As the CinC of the OKH (Armed Forces) the Fuhrer was yet to arrive from his tour of the new carrier, Peter von Koenig, but his general staff were working frantically to prepare his briefing. Finally the sleek, black Mercedes pulled up 14 floors above, and the Fuhrer plus entourage began the journey into the bowels of the planet.
In the Briefing Room the lights were dimmed, computers booted up and the assembled staff took up positions.

Flying into the room was not the Fuhrer's speciality but he put on a convincing display as he descended the last few steps. Wearing a puzzled expression, Tom dropped into his seat at the head of a long table and stared in confusion at the dossier thrust at him entitled 'Emergency Reliation and Lock-Down Procedures.' The Internal Affairs Minister leaned in and whispered.

"Its just a precaution, sir. The Luftwaffe assures us its bombers are traversing the runways as we speak, and our army and navy are warming up albeit slowly."

Tom shook his head but it still didn't make sense. He had been whisked away so quickly and all he knew was the rumours of a nuclear attack by Mental Lands. The Chair Of the meeting was Chief of the OKW, Field Marshal von Falkenhayn who now spoke in booming tones.

"Thank you all for arriving so promptly, this couldn't be more serious. Some time ago a nuclear detonation occured over Abu Mesa Island. Our Intel reports a SS-N-19 missile was fired from a Mental Lands cruiser minutes before with another ship in tow, a transport ship it seems. Now we cannot raise the army detachment on radio at all and its safe to say that the island has been wiped from the map. All Emergancy Procedures are in place and the Armed Forces are mobilising on the highest alert."

Compulsively the Fuhrer stood and faced the speaker.

"Thank you, Field Marshal. Sit down. Gentlemen, I have a few questions. . . . . "

The Fuhrer's voice took on a threatening tone as he assumed command of the situation.

OOC:Forgive my dyslexia oh great tom!

IC:
======== To Furrier bunker From Dominion High Command Secure Line. =======

We have just heard about the attack on Abu Mesa Island and we send our condolences and our assurance that the attack did not originated from us. As of an hour ago the region of the region of Retalyak has formally broken away from the dominion and has declared there independence with all regional military forces joining them. It is from this rouge state that the barbaric attack came from. The cruiser in your water is no longer recognised by our government and we encourage you to sink it. Once again you have our sympathy for the attack.

Emperor Sean Padley

OOC:don't worry i have saved the messages

OOC: for Psychopathic Warmonger

OOC: Only If you forgive me for today, I've got writers block! :( Btw, is no-one else going to join us?
Also I'll RP the interception of your ships later. :)

IC: The emergency meeting broke up 45 minutes after it started with the TG from Mental Lands being read and acknowledged. It certainly did it's job with everyone bar none knowing what part they had to play and waht precisly was going on. The Armed Forces (though secretly on a permanent war-footing) worked up strength to war-time levels and within minutes, briefings were taking place to determine the next stage of action.

*Telegram sent to all senior and local army commanders*
START TELEGRAM.

Begin immeadiate mobilisation to full strength and report in when ready. Prepare for full retaliation, no mercy to be shown.

END TELEGRAM.

The navy and air-force were already out and making their presence felt with ships and aircraft out and patrolling all major routes in and out of PW.
Finally a TG was drafted and sent out to the entire NS world. It read:

START TELEGRAM.

World leaders,

At 23:47 last night an unprovoked nuclear attack was initiated upon Abu Mesa Island off PW, the place of the signing of the first PW/ML alliance. It struck, wiping out the entire islands population and endangering many others and as a result we feel compelled to protect our nations and its subjects.
Therefore we are declaring a state of war between the Fourth Reich of Psychopathic Warmonger and the rebellious Republic of Retalyak to commence without delay.
Retributions for this attack will come swiftly and will not stop until the culprits have been found and tried.
Subsequently I call upon all region and alliance members to aid us in our fight for justice and revenge.

Fuhrer Tom Cottrell.

END TELEGRAM.

OOC: for Drakkensburg

OOC: I'll join in, we need a proper thread or else we'll lose the story or people miss posts. Note: the weapons I am using are all here: http://s7.invisionfree.com/Venom_Defense/index.php I suggest you read up on the FLIT-3 suit.

IC:
--Drakkensburg--
The commander of Drakkensburg, General Storm, sat in his luxurious leather chair and began to interrogate his head of information.

"What the hell just happened?"

"I don't know sir, all we are getting is reports of a nuclear disaster, in Psychopathic Warmonger's island of Abu Mesa."

"Any suspects?"

"The Republic of Retalyak seem to be responsible sir."

"Right, response level Epsilon, fire a nuclear missile back at them."

"But sir, that is very close to Mental Lands, we cannot do such a reckless deed. It would cause huge political problems. May I suggest a Delta level response instead?"

"Alright. Do we have anyone nearby?"

"Yessir, 'The Guardians' are in the area, and are set to go."

"Right, we need to place them somewhere behind enemy lines, where they can do the most damage. Do what you think is best."

The head of intelligence stood up, saluted and walked out of the room. He immediately dialed a number on his phone.

"Get ready, we're going in."

He ended the call. But did not put his phone away. He thought for a moment, then dialed another number.

--Cafe, Intelligent Neighbors--

“As I was saying Vlad, the recent military cuts are not in funding, just quick reaction manpower. Our forces will be better equipped for the majority of conflicts.”

“Yes, but what will the men out of work do now?”

The conversation is interrupted by a quiet ringing; Mist reaches into his pocket and pulls out his mobile. Flipping it open he asks in a low voice:

“What is it?” There is a pause. “Right, I’ll be right over.” He flips the phone shut and stands up, sliding the phone back into his pocket. “I’m sorry Vlad, I have to dash. I’ll talk to you again soon… probably.”

Mist picks up his large fur coat and slings it over his shoulder, before striding out into the scorching heat of summer. He looks up and down the street before walking to his motorbike standing by the curb. The under seat compartment is opened and the coat is placed in, carefully. A helmet is extracted and donned. Confidently, Mist sits on his bike and kicks it into gear. With a roar and a spray of dust Mist is gone.

-M.E.R.C. Intelligent Neighbors Headquarters-

“Is he here?”

“He has just arrived at the gate; he is on his way here.”

“Have you prepared the documents?”

“Everything is in the case: maps, photographs, Intel. You name it, it’s there.”

“And the plane?”

“Loaded, with one of our SUV’s ready to go.”

“Excellent. If that is the case I will leave you to brief him.”

“As you wish.”

The first speaker gets up out of his comfortable armchair and struts out of the room, walking with the confidence of power. Almost as soon as he leaves there is a knock at the other door.

“Come in.”

Mist opens the door and enters, carefully. He has been here before and knows to act nicely, not to make any fast hand movements. “Hello George, what is the situation?” He asks.

“Abu Mesa, Mental Lands. There has been a Delta incident.”

“Really?” Mist looks incredulous. A Delta incident meant that a foreign power had attacked the base militarily. This had not happened to The Empire in a long time.

“Yes, the perpetrators of the attack were terrorists based in Retalyak. It was a nuclear missile, no survivors. We have been asked to put a man on-site by the government, they specifically asked for you. We will have to do a low altitude drop, with a vehicle for you. When you get there, you are to secure a LZ for some IN Kommandos. Then, with their aid disrupt the enemy as much as you can and get the hell out. Remember, this is a war-zone. Any details you require will be in the chest.” George motions to the briefcase lying on the table. “All your equipment and rations will be in the plane, you need to leave immediately.”

Mist stands and turns to leave. As he reaches the door he turns and asks: “What about the pay?”

“It’s good, very good. Good luck Delta Seven.”

-Heracles Carrier Plane, en-route to Retalyak-

Mist fumed silently above the choppy ocean. He hated being called Delta 7, it made him think about what his life could have been, if only he had been born ‘normally’. As one of the X-Soldiers he had been bred to fight, bred to serve. He had done as he was meant to do for years, until one day he thought about what he was doing and decided it was not good enough. For one thing, the pay was awful; he could get so much more working privately. He had walked to his commanding officer and asked to quit. The man had stared at him; no-one had quit the Sacred Band Bodyguards before. It was unprecedented.

At first, no-one took him seriously, but after a week of being laughed at finally someone saw he was serious. There was a bit of a problem in letting him out, the secrets he could divulge about The Emperor and his palace were many, and if anyone ever suspected he was ‘not of a woman’s womb’ he would be hunted down by foreign nations seeking to surpass the technology of The Empire.

It was eventually decided that if he was to leave he was to forsake his old name, have radical plastic surgery and completely change his identity. All of his official records were deleted (there were hardly any to begin with, as he was a secret citizen), civilians who knew him well disappeared overnight and numerous documents were procured. By the end, the mighty Djin Mist had been changed, now he was only to be known by his call sign, Delta Seven. He had legal birth certificates, passports and everything a normal person would have. He even had documents faked that showed his experience with IN Kommando’s, but under his new name. No-one would know who he really was.

That was all in the past now, he currently worked for M.E.R.C. a mercenary organiser, and he enjoyed his work, brutal as it was.

The plane hit a pocket and jolted slightly. Delta Seven stands firm, and picks up his rifle, a sturdy S-63K. He slings it over his shoulder and places an elongated pistol in his pocket. A couple of grenades slot into their position on his FLIT-3 armour suit. He turns as he hears the pilot shout: “Get ready, we’re going in.!”

No sooner than Delta sits down in the front of his armoured SUV, a deafening sound fills the cabin. The door at the back is sliding open. He sees trees, too close for comfort. With a curse he fires up the engine and slides it into reverse, readying himself to go.

“Green to go.”

The SUV roars backwards, flying out into the dark night. In the split second he is airborne, Delta braces himself waiting for the inevitable bone-jarring crash. It hit like a hammer. The SUV bounces twice, and then skids to a halt. Delta grunts, and lifts a panel on his watch. “D-7 has arrived.”

Dansford naval base - mental lands

The base was quite as night fell. The 2 glory battleships sat silently in dry dock while the work crews packed up and left for the night while the night shift was arriving to take over. The news of the war had only just reached the base and so security was stepped up quite considerably as the city was quite close to the border between retalyak and mental lands.

The silence was broken as 8 MB-3 Lightning light attack aircraft swooped down from the clouds as they strafed upon the two helpless ships in dock. They flew over then and released their ordinance dropping several unguided bombs onto the decks of the mighty battleships. The first one, the DNS Dread, exploded in a intense blasé as one of the bombs made its way to the ammo dump and exploding the weapons inside. Bits of the hull went flying everywhere causing secondary damage to the shipyard. The second ship, the DNS Glory, took several hits but the hull stayed relatively intact with the exception of a few holes in deck from bomb impact explosions.

Finally the base air defence picked up on the fact that they were hostile aircraft and the sky was filled with tracer rounds and exploding flak fire from the AAA guns. One of the bases four rapier anti – air missile launchers managed to get a lock and fired 2 missiles taking out 1 of the attacking aircraft. By this time though it was to late as the planes were already on there way out.

Dominium High Command

“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON.”

Sean yelled in a fit of rage while throwing the report out of the window.

“Sir they were our planes using our IFF codes. The radar tracking them thought they were an over flight from a friendly wing.” Mike Williams said

This did not help Seans mood.

“Do the words Pearl Harbour mean anything to you lot. Alright order all friendly units to alter IFF codes and open fire on anyone using the old ones. And will anone tell me the state of the 3rd Mountain division.”

The 3rd mountain division were stationed in the mountains between the retalyak region and the graidon region designed to act as the first line of defence if the retalyak region was invaded. Now thought radio contact had been sketchy at best. What they had confirm was that the 32nd rifles and 29th rifles regiment’s had defected along with the 58th artillery battalion. This was a problem as that was the 3rd mountains only artillery support and reports were coming in of a troop build up along the graidon border with many other retalyak military assets preparing for an assault.

“We must move the 7th and 12th internal division’ with the 9th assault division in for to counter this planned attack.” Sean said looking at the map on the wall behind his desk. Kerry Pullings the minister of defence objected “But sir, apart from the Dansford own battalion, that would leave the graidon region undefended.”

“I know Kerry but we must meat this attack head on in the mountains if we hope to win.” The ministers nodded and walked off to make Sean’s orders happen.

OOC: I am Drakkensburg.

To: Mental Lands High Command
From: Intelligent Neighbors Armed Forces, Drakkensburg Region
SECURED TRANSMISSION:
It is has come to our attention that recently a rebellious group has commited
an act of extreme hostility toward you. We wish to ask your permission to insert
a squad of special forces troops behind enemy lines to see if they can locate
any further weapons of mass destruction and report back to you so that they
can be dealt with. We wish to offer our condolences to you in your time of
sorrow, and hope that the perpetrators will soon be brought to justice.

INK base, Drakkensburg

The air troop and mountain troops of the squadron were assembling around their transport Heracles plane. They were to be dropped in the mountains and meet up with Delta-Seven. All they needed was confirmation.

OOC: I am Drakkensburg.

To: Mental Lands High Command
From: Intelligent Neighbors Armed Forces, Drakkensburg Region
SECURED TRANSMISSION:
It is has come to our attention that recently a rebellious group has commited
an act of extreme hostility toward you. We wish to ask your permission to insert
a squad of special forces troops behind enemy lines to see if they can locate
any further weapons of mass destruction and report back to you so that they
can be dealt with. We wish to offer our condolences to you in your time of
sorrow, and hope that the perpetrators will soon be brought to justice.



TO: Intelligent Neighbors Armed Forces, Drakkensburg Region
From: Dominium High Command, Mental Lands.

Any Actions you take against our foe will be extremely helpful. But your Recon
mission is not necessary as we are well aware of the location of any WMD on
what was previously our soil. Therefore we request that you change the nature
of you mission to sabotage 2 Vanguard class SSBN submarines that we fear will
be used upon there hated enemy. They are located in Safe Harbour Naval base. We are sending coordinate along with information on the base and recent satellite imagery.
We will not think any less of you if you decline this mission as we have DEI
agents preparing to disembark on other missions and we can gladly transfer a
couple to see to this task. Thank you for your assistance.

Emperor Sean Padley

To: Dominium High Command, Mental Lands.
From: Intelligent Neighbors Armed Forces, Drakkensburg Region
SECURE TRANSMISSION:
We acknowledge your request, and are happy to fulfill it. Our forces will
be dropped in the same region, and will procede west to the harbour. We will
then proceed to plant charges on the submarines propellers, wreaking them for
a long period of time. We will then extract our men and be on our way. Failing
that course of action the men will plant a laser designator/tracking device on
each of the submarines. We can then strike at will.

Tag for later post.

*Waters off Abu Mesa (PW)*

The Kirov and the Ivan Rogov transport were still in position as the enemy troops prepared to disembark and capture the island, now in the final stages of its radioactive throes. The night was black but they worked quickly for fear of surface or air attack. There fears were well founded though as the distant roar of jet engines testified.

*Stab flight, KG 1*

"Roger that tower, visual confirmation is verified, lauching attack pattern gamma-2"

The flight of 8 Tu-22ME bombers cut swiftly through the air on their way to their target while their payload of 3 Kh-22J air-to-surface missiles hung placidly in the bomb-bay waiting to see their first taste of action. The time of arrival was less than five minutes and Oberst Kaufmann deemed this to be an acceptable firing range. Peeling back the red guard from the priming button he ran his 7 other crews through the drill until 24 missiles were armed and pointing at the instigators. 4 minutes till arrival and the thumbs of 7 captains hovered over the firing trigger until. . . . . .

"FIRE"

The reactions were simultaneous as the night was lit up by the rocket motors of the missiles. The enemy couldn't fail to see them but it was too late for they were doomed with 12 cargoes of death and disaster heading for each vessel. Turning back, not waiting for the results, the Oberst smiled inwardly his job done.
At the same airbase the bombers flew from a Gruppe of 30 F-420 Fighter-bombers stood ready to take off and destroy anything that remained.

OOC: http://www.fas.org/nuke/guide/russia/bomber/tu-22m.htm
ML, you can RP the ships sinking. More to come tomorrow btw.

Meanwhile, events were moving fast in PW. The Rapid Response force was mobilised and charged with organising the land defence against further aggression, and Army Group 5 was preparing to embark upon their ships for the shores of Retalyak.

OOC: Interim post while you guys wake up! :D

Is this Closed?

Disgruntled BUMP

Shazbotdom, I can't say for sure. I'd like it to be open but its Mental Lands thread. Try TG'ing him. :)