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The Vastivan 6th Fleet announced it’s presence not with a whisper, but with a bang.
Specifically, 60 of them – then 60 more – then…

Far to the back of the Vastivan Fleet, the Trebuchet’s lit up the night with their VLRAO guns, blasting flumes of 155mm shells into the sleepy little village, instantly wreaking havoc and destruction – a cacophony soon joined by the massive 18” Casmir ETC guns on the BBGNs.

Speeding ahead of the fleet, the four chevrons of Checker FFGs moved quickly into closer range, their 5” LWGM guns pockpockpockpocking, blasting apart storefronts, tearing through vehicles flying Holy Panooly’s banners with deceptive ease. All around, bits of burning uniform and charred remnants of what might once have been military vehicles proved the effectiveness of the Vastivan attack.

Admiral al-Din pointed to her display. “There. The SHARDS show their command post is there, see the flag? Converge all ETC fire there, fire at will.”
“Aye-aye, sir! ~all ships all ships converging fire, coordinates…~”

The order was rewarded with an immense plume of sound and light, the fireball reaching swiftly towards the heavens – flattening the command post and most of the city block it stood nearby.

“YEEE-HAWWW!” Sif didn’t even care that her outburst showed her for the Southerner she was. “XO, Contact our Ro-Ros – the word is given, deploy at the dockworks. FRAM regiment to land here at the beach – order the Caligula and the Trebuchets to flatten those pillboxes, they’ve got… ninety seconds.”
“Aye-aye sir!”

Sif beamed even as another plume of detonating av-gas lit the heavens.

~Thirty minutes ahead of schedule, and it’s going better then clockwork~



***OOC***
6th Fleet
[Does Not Include Support Ships]
Flt Adm Sif Mesfin al-Din

1 Galactica CVN
2 Fafin BBGN
2 Guillen BBGN
4 Archer-II AA CGN
4 Cavalier CGN
8 Mako DDGN
12 Spearfisher DDGN
2 Thresher DDGN
10 Trebuchet DDGN
4 Corbu FFGN
12 Checker FFG
15 Nyad ASW Hydrofoil
15 Devilfish ASuW Hydrofoil
6 Pierpont (mod III) SSN
4 Barracuda SSTK (notable character: Captain Zephram “Buck” Zeiss)
2 Changeling SST
2 Slinger (mod II) SSGN
1 Excalibur SSBN
4 Sheath Hydrofoil Carriers

(205 Carrier + 104 on Guillens)
176 F-137 Firebird*
84 F-139 Snowbird VTOL
10 E-2C+
20 SH-60R LAMPS III ASW Seahawks
10 ES-3A Shadow
36 Sinker ASW UAV (1/4 slot each)

Additional Air Sent:
2 B-3S Stealth Snub Bombers
2 B-4 Stealth Bombers
64 SHARD drones (rocket deployment)

*Firebirds and all subsequent Vastivan designs are STOLs unless otherwise noted

Ground Troops carried:
114th Combined Arms Division
13th FRAM Regiment
1st Ghost Wind Company

1st Tudrussel Platoon will be deployed later.

On Board the SSS Emptaxis: 50 km from the coastline

Bashar Admiral Tholan was finishing up his lunch in his private quarters when an ensign, exasperated and dripping with cold sweat, burst open the sealed door to a torrent of chaotic activity. Having little time to explain himself, the young naval officer simply responded with a breathless "sorry" and snapped to full attention. Offering a full handed salute in reply Hergan Tholan tipped the brim of his cap and let out a small guffaw, "I see you've obviously never seen any action have you ensign?"

"You're correct sir. In fact, this is only my third year serving with the SKC-Navem," pausing to catch his breath, the junior officer regained his composure. With a small sigh of relief he responded, "Have you ever seen combat yourself sir?”

The Admiral laughed, "Of course not! The good difference between a combat officer and a new recruit is how to hide your emotions in the face of chaos. Now get back to your post and show no fear. You got me?".

Snapping a full handed salute, the ensign bowed slightly and closed the door to the Admiral's private quarters. As the younger officer departed, the clean shaven and formally adorned veteran of the Schultarian Defense Forces pulled out a holopad from underneath his bed and connected it with his personal data tablet. In a flash the bodies of six dashing officers, all at full attention sitting in their command chairs, materialized in the empty space of his ready room. "Well it looks as though Vastiva's decided to make the first pass, and I can't say that I blame them; we all have something to prove here don't we?"

The six naval veterans replied with a resounding, somewhat conniving, "Yes Sir!"

"I would like to say to all of you that no matter what happens we will have done our tasks to the best of our ability. Prep the Shrike assault teams with full combat load out and scramble the close support bombers. My ship will begin with a cursory bombardment of the shoreline and all viable command targets from the safe range. Our 825 millimeter cannons should be more than enough to plow a safe channel for our amphibious forces."

"Or our operation will be dead before we even land on the beach..."

HMS Royal Sovereign
Forty-five kilometers off the coast

“Well gentlemen, it looks as if we are next to join the party, our comrades from Vastiva and Schultaria already having arrived and started off the bombardment.” Captain Locke glanced about the bridge. Although not typically where offensive operations would be commanded from, Locke preferred some traditions of the past and so he donned his officer’s cap and buttoned the last button on his blazer. He glanced around the cramped space, noticing the stoic faces that could only mean they were either scared shitless like the new ensigns, or truly didn’t give a flying fuck, like his senior NCOs. At that he allowed himself to smile, gaining only a smirk from his similarly seasoned XO.

“Mr. Harper, the Shipwide if you please.” Locke took the transmitter from his executive officer and pressed down the button tying his voice into all the tinny speakers throughout the massive ship.

“Ladies and gentlemen, today, the Royal Navy and the United Kingdom embark upon one of its greatest challenges to date. I need not burden you with the specifics, your commanding officers have all briefed you on our missions in the coming days. I therefore ask that you all do your duty, and do it well for NATO and our brothers and sisters in arms. But I already know that you will go above the call of duty for our Royal Navy, and for our United Kingdom. And so the order is given, all hands to battle stations. Ready the main guns.” Locke handed his XO back the transmitter and took a step towards the large windows looking out over the bow, slicing through the waters forty-five kilometers from the shoreline. Today was a glorious day.

“Mr. Harper, bring the ship to general course two-two-zero. Evasive pattern Alpha-Delta-Five.” Locke half listened as the XO cleanly repeated the orders to the necessary officers. The HMS Royal Sovereign was preparing to engage in combat for the first time, and everything appeared in order.

“Prepare the ship for full broadside, if you please. The remainder of the fleet is to hold until we fire.” Locke watched as the massive quadruple-barreled turrets rotated to point towards the distant shore, the barrels elevating to fire upon the pre-selected targets. Command bunkers and fortified positions. Hell would reign on earth this day from not just the Royal Navy, but from the whole of NATO’s guns.

“Mr. Harper, commence firing.”

Harper nodded, “Weapons officer, commence firing.”

Time stood still for a moment as the bridge crew waited for orders to be relayed.

And then the world ended.

A deafening crack split the skies, heard for miles upon miles as smoke flew into the air and flames exploded out of the twenty barrels throwing their 609mm slugs from hell at the enemy beaches. Seconds later, the much smaller secondary battery threw its tiny-by-comparison 203mm slugs at the same targets.

Unable to hear, the bridge crew merely read reports of hundreds of shells being fired from the escort ships up and down the battle line. Men on the ground could pray to god for salvation. But god every sailor aboard the Royal Sovereign knew that even god could stop the Royal Navy on this day, not to mention NATO.

CRS Defiant-55 Kilometers from the coast.

Bombardier General Mackenzie Worthington stood on the deck of CRS Defiant, a 1.8 Million ton Dreadnaught. He felt as safe here as he could at home, with his wife Anna and three children. In reality, this was partly true. He and his Marines were the fourth nation to land at this remote coastline.

Suddenly, a Chief Petty Officer approached him.

"General, I think it's best you get below decks...now." He pointed to the massive 25 Inch Guns of the Defiant.

"Okay then," The general replied. "Show me the way."

Deep in the bowls of the titan ship, Mackenzie could hardly wait to get above decks again and see what he would be facing, now that he'd seen the true power of the Confederate Republic of Inkana's Navy. He felt exactly like God must have felt when he flooded the world. Only instead of seawater, the Navy flooded the beaches with blood.

"What exactly are we he for, Admiral Greene, sir?" The Marine General asked.

After a moment's thought, he got his answer.

"I can't exactly say, General Worthington. My orders were Top Secret, they came directly from NATO to Minister Jackson's office, right to me." Grinning, he said, "I could tell you, but I'd have to kill you."

Mackenzie chuckled.

"Well then, I better stop persuing an answer."

Up above, the bombardment continued. Salvo after salvo of deafening guns belched death upon the sleepy little beaches about 60 Miles ahead. And in the Fleet's rear, troops were anxious. Anxious to fight, Anxious to kill, Anxious just to shoot. They were like school boys.

Only school boys don't drive Panzers and carry Machine Guns.

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DNC <Domininon Navy Cruiser> Turpitude - 50 kilometers from coast

When the alarms went off, "Man your battlestations. Man your battlestations." the commotion that reigned in the ship's bowels and bridge was overwhelming. Four nations had started their respective attacks. Greenmanbry would not fall behind. Each enlisted sailor rushing to his assigned position. The moderate waves rocked the Navy cruiser and, on the bridge, its commander sat on his chair, reading the communications log and sending information to the rest of the Dominion's ships. His cruiser was at the forefront of the massive armada Greenmanbry had mustered for this operation.

The cruiser slowed down, edging closer to the distant coast. The fleet was now positioned parallel to the shoreline, and the commander knew that the fireworks display would begin soon. He emerged onto the ledge before the bridge, and glanced at the formation behind him. Holy shit. Thoughts raced through his head, and the head of every other sailor under his command, as they saw the behemothic turrets of the four Calypsos behind them slowly turn to deliver a broadside. The four mammoths stretched four kilomteres back, and two Greenmanbry-class Trimaran Battlecarriers were behind them. An immensely capable force if there ever was one.

The commander looked at the bridge of the lead Calypso, Greenmanbry's flagship, the DBS Granzi. In his mind, he could almost vizualize the serene atmosphere in the reinforced, dark bridge, the size of which was nothing when compared to the rest of the vessel.

Suddenly, without warning, the twenty four guns on the four Calypsos destroyed any sense of tranquility the seas of the world offered. The cruiser's hull rattled as the Calypsos themselves surrendered to the massive recoil of the guns and started leaning, desparate to absorb the shock. One whole minute passed, and the sailors of the IDDG Navy, some of whom had never seen a Calypso fire its gun, stood in awe, their mouths gaping, trying to wrap their minds around the thought that man-made beasts were capable of unleashing such power.

The commanders of the escorts which littered the sea around the super dreadnaughts gave the order to fire, and hundreds of smaller guns opened fire at the beach before the two Greenmanbrys unleashed a barrage as awesome as that of the Calypsos. Everyone watched as the faraway buildings collapsed like three dimensional jigsaw puzzles. The commander caught a glimpse of LCACs and hovercrafts readying themselves for deployment, before he went back inside and ordered his cruiser to move closer to the shoreline for full deployment of the IDDG's 3rd Army. As he opened his mouth to speak, the deafening rumble of the Calypsos sounded again, forcing everyone on the bridge to cringe, startled, including him.

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(OOC) What was the point of shelling 'the sleepy village?'

OOC: Serious question, what are you actually attacking?

And where is it?

OOC: I think their attacking Guffingford; having mysteriously smuggled an armada into the Imperial Armies with noone noticing.

OOC: I think their attacking Guffingford; having mysteriously smuggled an armada into the Imperial Armies with noone noticing.

I'll let them answer, and I need to talk to Guff.

Lets not make too many assumptions before NATO can actually say what they are attacking and why, since it wasn't explained in the posts.

Note: I'll delete these two posts when I get a satisfactory response from NATO, Farmina please do the same.

I'll let them answer, and I need to talk to Guff.

Lets not make too many assumptions before NATO can actually say what they are attacking and why, since it wasn't explained in the posts.

Well it apparently continues from here:

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=419051

Tag.

This is going to prove interesting...creating all sorts of power vacuums no doubt.

OOC:
TAG - I might post as HP just for this occassion. Where are you attacking Holy Panooly, and how can you get so close to IA? And most importantly, HP doesn't have an economy, a government or any fortifications of any meaning. The coast facing the pacific (not the Inner Sea) is littered with rocks, high cliffs, rocky bluffs and massive coral barriers. I've always portrayed HP as a an insane impassible, inaccessible jungle - with a total lack of infrastructure and organisation. It's not like you can get easily through HP either, it's occupied by various heavily armed factions (sponsered by various IA members with top-notch weaponry) not to mention 5000 km of jungle you have to pass from north to east and 3500 km from east to west.

EDIT!! Posts: 1,337

OOC: Where are you attacking/coming from?

OoC: I read the first post of this thread this morning, saw the catch and no thanks, I'm glad I didn't mobilise for this NATO dickheading. ^_^

Celackain Special Forces Deployment Craft
20 km N of Landing point
0:03 AM
6 hours ahead of rest of the Celackian fleet.


The matte black craft sped through the night, all lights off, only being guided by the NVG on the pilot. He was the only crew member staying abord the ship. In the back, in the launching bay, sat four Celackian special forces troopers, two humans, two NJB’s. They were inflating a black rubber raft and climbing aboard. Their equipment was checked for effiecientcy and they had their explosives.

“Drop off point in one minute.” The pilot yelled back at them. The team leader looked at his men and nodded. The loosened the back of the SFDC and got ready for drop off. The motor on the raft would be used until they reached the last km.

“Go” With that simple command, the pilot hit a button which made the back hatch open up and let in the sea. The Team pushed their raft forward out of the hold while jumping in. As soon as they hit the water outside the SFDC, they turned on the motor and gunned for the coast.


~~~~~20 minutes later~~~~~

The team landed on the sandy beach away from the town and its defenses. Immediately they jumped out and deflated the raft. The team leader rolled it up and stuck it on his pack. The team moved silently towards the town. When the reached the outskirts, they split into two groups. The leader and his partner headed right while the other team headed right. They ducked in and out of buildings. The leader avoided vehicals, while the other team snuck up to each vehical they came across and planted a charge on it.

The leader and his teammate moved forward into the depth of the town until they came across their target. The main ammo dump for the enemy. If a shell landed here, it would cause a very large boom. Therefore they planted a target transmitter device, which would help the battleships target this dump.


The men finished their mission and left the town. The leader activated the comm unit.

“This is Go-team. Mission Acomplished. Heading back.”

The team reinflated their raft and were picked up by the SFDC and taken back to the fleet. On the way they saw the transports moving towards the beach ready to disgorge their deadly contents.

o.o.c. Next part coming up at around 3:30 Pm-ish.

OOC: Aren't you meant to "RP assembling an invasion force" and "allow the target a chance to respond" before you bombard them with naval guns from almost within their territorial waters? Just a thought... anyway, TAG.

Taggage

I Agree with Prae - or are you adopting the N00b style? 'My fleet appears magically and attacks your land'?

Oh yes...TAG

TAG in support of some new allies.

OOC: I'm not responding until you tell me

-WHERE YOUR ATTACKING!
-Give us a chance to respond
-Celack-what town? Where? How can you just penertrate our defences like that

I was under the impression there where some serious RPers here, not n00bs, but until I get a satisfactory answer I will ignore this for Godmodding, as I hope others will.

Preparations had been made for days....and there would be no losing.....period. There was too much pride at stake.


General Brinks, AMF''s oldest and most skilled, fierce, and cunning Warchief had been selected for the task. His fleets had slipped out of port several dozen vessels at a time, and for once the weather was acutally cooperating with them. The first objective would be a cakewalk for someone as experienced as Brinks, and his fleets had arrived outside their destination after a few days hard sail.

Communications from other NATO members had indicated that their operations had commenced, and no more than a half hour later his main strike force was prepped and ready to go. Brinks was confident as always that the Empire would come out on topwith flying colors, and those that challenged them would suffer their inevitable loss.

Brinks walked into the main command room high atop tower on board the Cemetary Gate. He sat down with his closest military advisors and began going over their game plan bit by bit.

Alright General, here's where we stand. Lord Dreadfire's overhaul of our military almost a year ago will prove to be a significant advantage for us in the coming trails. I will read off my checklist for you on what areas we can expect to excel in, and what we should look out for.

Brinks nodded and took a long pull off his pint of AMF whiskey.

First and foremost, when it comes to our infantry I think we should have no problem. Their armor was upgraded to a new composite with a high tensile strength, and their main battle weapon was switched from the SBP-90 to the new SBP-105. Their new rifle has state of the art rifling for increased distance and accuracy, ammo capacity has been upgraded by 15 rounds per magazine, and rate of fire has been upped by nearly 30 RPM. We have also fitted them with new internal recoil springs to cut down on kickback, making accuracy while shooting on full auto much better than it was.

Our naval assets are strong as always, and we have requested that the new Sentinel class Superdreadnought be unveiled. The name of this new ship is the Reaver, and it sports increased speed and firepower, as well as upgraded radar/sonor capabilities and armor plating. However, our internal aircraft and sub capacity has been cut back, but that's the price you pay for improvement. Our Supremacy class subs are the best we have, and theyve proven their worth many a time before. I also think the debut of our new Barracuda fast attack craft will prove most useful, and should give the competition quite a scare.

And as far as our airforce goes.....there's not really much else we can do. We use most of the same aircraft that everyone else uses, F-16's, F-14's, some AtmosFighters from Pantera, and a few other assorted models. This is basically going to come down to skill here, not hardware. On the technical end, I'm sure we're more than evenly matched for anyone else that's out there.

Brinks nodded and let the lad finish, even though he already knew everything he was being told. After a few minutes of thinking Brinks concluded the meeting and started off for his private quarters. He left but one final instruction for his crew:

Deploy when ready.

Within ten minutes the transports carrying the Sentinels began to make their final preparations before forming their landing groups. It would be business as usual here, and those watching would see an awesome display of sheer might and untamed ferocity.


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OOC: Sorry for the short and crappy post, I'm on my lunch break at work. I'll add on to this later.

House of Commons, Republic of Skinny87

For what must have been the tenth time in a minute, the Speaker of the House slammed down his gavel to silence the bickering Members of the House. "I shall have silence in the House, or you will all be ejected" he shouted as he looked throughout the room. Reluctantly the Members stood down from their seats and sat, shuffling papers, many of them red faced. In the middle of the room stood the President, Xavier Martin, and the Leader of the Opposition, Charles Dowsing, both of whom were glaring at each other with barely disguised hostility.

Dowsing shuffled his papers and looked around the room before continuing his speech. "And need I remind you, Mr Presdient, that the Imperial Armies region has done absolutely nothing for this nation or its people, even in the face of several wars conducted by this administration. Nor should I have to remind you, sir, of the dastardly, unwarranted and horrific missile strikes by the reviled nation of Guffingford upon this very city, that destroyed the original Chambers and damaged the Grey House itself. Or of the casulaties that exceeded the number of two hundred thousand. Two. Hundred. Thousand., Mr President. As far as I am concerned, the attack upon Imperial Armies by NATO is not only justified but a blessing in disguise. We should consript every soldier we have and aid NATO forces in invading Imperial Armies and cheer as Guffingford is occupied."

Opposite to Dowsing, President Martin straightened himself and began to speak. "Damn you sir. Damn you. I have not forgotten the attacks by Guffingford, Mr Dowsing; I lost my son in those attacks, so do not speak to me of sacrifice or of casualties. I do not care for Guffingford at all sir; I would just as happily see it burn to the ground, its lands salted. But the aggression by NATO must not stand, and personal grievances must not stand in the way. Ever. Today, it is Imperial Armies, tomorrow Haven itself. If such unwarrented aggression is not opposed now, then we shall forever regret it, sir. As such, I call for a vote to condemn NATO actions and their aggressive actions; furthermore, I call for a vote to send military aid to IA."

The vote was a heavily contested one. The vote to criticise the NATO acts was passed 300-100, but the second was passed only by a margin of 25, at 225-175. The Republic would support IA...

The fishing boat bobbed in the waves as the hapless clouds floated by. Two raincoated men tossed lobster baskets over the side and into the deep.

At least…they appeared to be lobster traps.

Built into each were GPS, Passive Sonar and Magnetic Field detectors. The line that attached the trap to the buoy was actually an antenna – and the boat was a relay station – beaming valuable data to a geo-synchronous satellite overhead.

And the data off the coast of Guffingford was coming quickly now, and the “fishermen” knew that they weren’t the only ones gathering data – there were a multitude of sources, both human and automated, collecting and transmitting data back to Wolfish Defense Command.

As the constant naval assault continued across the coastline, NATO fleets letting loose with many tons of shells and many boatloads of troops, the Samtonian contingent continued to slowly cruise towards the exercise area.

Sure, the Samtonians had sent over enough to blow any landing strip to hell and back. And sure, enough divisions were in the armada to accomplish every mission laid down by the commanders.

But it would be far cheaper in both men and munitions to allow the other NATO nations to soften up any landing zone. The time for competition would come later between the Samtonia and the other NATO nations, but as for now, Samtonia would stay out of the fight to see who could land first. For now.

[OOC- Short, crappy, and that's since I have no time. Right.]

OOC: WHICH GODDAM COASTLINE, SO FAR AMF IS THE ONLY ONE WHO HAS RPed IT PROPERLY. WE CAN@T DEFEND IF WE DON@T KNOW WHERE YOUR ATTACKING!!!!

[OOC: Aust they're just RPing with themselves by doing exercises in which they lose nothing (not even virtually so far) and the enemy don't fight back. I wouldn't have thought it will be very good practice for a real invasion.]

[OOC: Aust they're just RPing with themselves by doing exercises in which they lose nothing (not even virtually so far) and the enemy don't fight back. I wouldn't have thought it will be very good practice for a real invasion.]
OOC: Could have told us, We didn't know, I've been trying to work out to defend Guff.

OOC: Could have told us, We didn't know, I've been trying to work out to defend Guff.
[OOC: I didn't know either, but look at Samtonia's post:

As the constant naval assault continued across the coastline, NATO fleets letting loose with many tons of shells and many boatloads of troops, the Samtonian contingent continued to slowly cruise towards the exercise area.

Although why they couldn't just have said that at the start is beyond me... *rolleyes*]

[OOC: I didn't know either, but look at Samtonia's post:



Although why they couldn't just have said that at the start is beyond me... *rolleyes*]

[OOC: Because it "intimidates" people. Except it doesn't, it just leads to mass confusion and Cry Wolf syndrome]

[OOC: Because it "intimidates" people. Except it doesn't, it just leads to mass confusion and Cry Wolf syndrome]
[OOC: Intimiates... hmmm... I can think of another word beginning with I. Perhaps "irritates" would be more apt?]

Maybe they could have told us that at the start, for those of us who don't read posts that carefully.

[OOC: Intimiates... hmmm... I can think of another word beginning with I. Perhaps "irritates" would be more apt?]

[OOC: Yeah, on second thoughts, irritates is more fitting]

Red Dragon's air wing was almost entirely airborne Even the old, retiring Su-33B1s had joined the waves of attacking aircraft from the carrier. Backed up by the aircraft of three battleship-carriers and with hundreds of hypersonic cruise missiles running in below them, the aircraft were about to release an awful lot of carnage upon the unfortunate village. Still some 200 miles from the shore, they bored in; TS-3Ses, acting as reconnaissance-bombers, soared high and fast, laden with AS-17 ARMs and AS-16 SRAMs in internal weapons bays and beneath their wings. Those dedicated to Defence Suppression, however, carried their powerful TEW-16 ECM arrays within; ready to use their baydoors as transmission antennae, the high-flying aircraft waited for orders to drop on any living radars.

Twenty kilometres behind them, and flying at a mere 50m, 200 TSF-1 strike fighters, weighted with free-fall bombs and AS-14 missiles accelerated towards the still-peaceful village. Behind them came the last attacking wave, old Su-33B1s armed with AS-18 Kazoo missiles to strike bunkers.

The village was, however, still peaceful; undisturbed by the approaching, doom-laden armada. The aircraft pressed on.

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Sixty kilometres from the shoreline, klaxons reverberated faintly across the black sea. Escorted by the small, sleek forms of Jackal class destroyers, ungainly, hulking battleships were filled with shouts and the noise of running boots as men rushed to their stations in a precise, well-practiced drill. With stations manned after a mere 45 seconds, the giant ships turned broadside-on to the distant and as yet invisible shore. With four low-flying UAVs monitoring it, they had the surest ranging information possible to hand. The ships halted; the great burnished turrets turned slowly out to train on their unseen objective. With soft whines of hydraulics, the massive barrels elevated to thirty and forty degrees, and paused, like the accusing finger of a blind man, waiting.

Upon the bridge of the newly-overhauled battleship Eradicator, an admiral, black chest generously resplendent with medals, looked out across the water at his escorts, spotting the low conning towers of Oscar-IV cruise missile submarines among them.

“Commence firing.”

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The orchestra opened its overture of destruction in spectacular style. Timed almost to perfection, two hundred long, sleek P-190M cruise missiles dropped almost vertically from their high-flying tracks and straight into the centre of the village; within seconds of their impact, shells from the ships’ mighty ETCs began to rain down. Battered already, the village then fell victim to high-altitude, satellite-guided 500Kg bombs and 2,000Kg bombs delivered by low-flying TSF-1s. The “defences” nearby, such as they were, lay largely impotent; the ECM was like an unbreakable wall, keeping the distant aircraft safe. But the TSF-1s were not safe; approaching low and fast over the largely flat terrain, IR-guided missiles found them easy targets.

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The aircraft were already en route back to their carriers when the landing craft arrived. Generously outfitted with new electronics and weapons where they could be, Ivan Rogov and Alligator landing ships offloaded their cargoes of tanks, guns and men into landing craft, bobbing on the calm seas, for the short journey to shore. The shore, for its part, lay under the punishment of heavy and medium guns, and shuddered.

[OOC: And I just read all that crap for nothing? Bah.]

+tag+ for my later post.

OOC: First off, this is supposed to be an IC thread, so all the OOC hijacking is NOT appreciated. And no, I don't care if there is not an 'IC Only' tag in the title. People need to start respecting the fact that a thread that contains RP is FOR RP ONLY. I'm starting to grow very sick of threads being torn apart by OOC bickering and TAG's. Stop it please.

Second, allow me to address Aust and everyone else who has expressed concern directly.

Maybe they could have told us that at the start, for those of us who don't read posts that carefully.

Why is it our responsibility to reveal our intentions at the start of a thread? Why is it our responsibility to make sure you and others do not make assumptions? Why is it our responsibility to make sure you don't act on those assumptions? Why is it our responsibility to essentially (for lack of a better term, if I can come up with one I will edit this post appropriatly) 'dumb-down' our posts so they are easily understandable at first glance? Why is it our responsibility to make sure you, and I quote, 'read posts carefully'?

I also have some more questions which do not necessarily need answers. If you would like to answer them, please TM it to me or start an OOC thread. As of this post, this will be the LAST OOC comment here. Moderators will be contacted if need be.


To those of you who have mobilized your forces in light of this thread:

Where do you get off?

Seriously folks, how do any of you know what's going on here? Nothing has been said so far, so all your discussion about this thread is nothing but pure speculation.

How do you 'know' we are attacking Guffingford?

Just because NATO mobilizes its forces does not mean that we are automatically attacking Guffingford. It does not mean we are automatically attacking anyone. How do you know we are not attacking a third party that has yet to respond? How do you know we are not attacking one of our own? How do you know we are simply doing nothing?

The point is, you don't. My other point is this: don't make assumptions based off of opinion. Unless something is said directly by one of the people involved, any comments or thoughts on what is going on is nothing but speculation.

Why are you forcing yourself into a thread designated for '[NATO]'?

Clearly this thread and this RP is for NATO and those outside NATO who may be involved. What gives you the right to enter a thread that is clearly not for you and start:

A. Hijacking it with OOC conversation.

B. Assuming that we are attacking someone who has not received any sort of notice about what is going on, be it in the form of a TM or the subtle use of their nation's name in a post. Granted, the latter does NOT mean that said nation has any knowledge whatsoever about what it going to happen to them, but at least when they do an ego search they can spot the thread.

It makes me very sad to see Guffingford, Aust, and company ready to declare war on NATO for something that may not even involve them. Please, get your facts straight and wait until some sort of concrete evidence surfaces before you go around mobilizing forces against us. And no, I do not buy the argument that because NATO and the RWC have a history that any sort of NATO mobilization automatically involves RWC folk. Won't fly here.

Alas, this will be my last OOC post here. I will be leaving shortly but I plan on having an IC one up tomorrow. As stated before, if some of you wish to continue this conversation, either TM it to me or start an OOC thread.

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