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The Despair of Wolfish

3 years ago…Shea, Wolfish

The helicopter touched down lightly as the door sprung open – General Daniel Blackstone, Supreme Commander, Wolfish Defense Command stepped out.

His purposeful stride carried him quickly to the waiting car.

“General – thank you for coming. I’m sure this meeting is going to be of great interest to you.”

“Hmm,” was Blackstone’s terse reply. “It’s not often that I hear from farmers – but they’re numbers got my attention.”

The car drove quickly from the heliport – escort vehicles blocking intersections along the route – bringing the delegation to the meeting site in a matter of minutes.

The General stepped out of the car, and walked briskly to the door – his aide struggling to keep up while quickly grabbing the General’s bag from the vehicle. The meeting room was set up – lights lowered for the computer demonstrations – and the waiting scientists and agricultural specialists nervously waiting for their opportunity to speak.

“Alright,” said Blackstone as he took his seat at the head of the table, “Give it to me.”

The lead research – one Donald MacIntyre – stood… “General – thank you for coming. I know you’ve seen the preliminary findings – and I know you’re incredibly busy – so I won’t waste your time with a lot of superficial detail.”

He clicked the button on his remote and the screen began to run a computer simulation on the main projection screen.

“Sir – what we’re seeing here is a elapse-time animation – showing the growth of various grain crops over a 100 year period. As you’ll note Sir, as the sequence runs the crops become more and more sparse, and – as this close up shows – less productive.”

He clicked the button advancing to the next screen.

“Here we have a chart showing average crop yields over that same period. As in the animation – you’ll note a pronounced decrease in yield size.”

“This chart,” he clicked, “Shows our increase in population….Sir…to get to the point, in one year these lines intersect and Wolfish will no longer be self-sufficient in food production…in 5 years we will be moderately dependent on foreign foodstuff…in 7 years our trade deficit will balloon due to food imports – and in 10 years…in 10 years our primary import will be food at the expense of our economy.”
“Adding to that will be constant increases in the cost of foodstuff in Wolfish – leading to inflation and further damage to the economy.”

Blackstone didn’t move. For some time he sat, silently staring at the numbers. Finally he stood.

“Gentlemen – I want to thank you for this briefing. I want to assure you that someone will look into this further and will contact you for more data.”

Without another word the General turned and headed out the door – staff following in shock at the sudden departure.

It wasn’t until the General was in the car on the way back to the heliport that he spoke.

“As soon as we get back to Camden I want a meeting of my General staff – and tomorrow morning I’m going to need to meet with President Todler.”

“Yes Sir.”

Last year

The massive grain ship slid up to the pier – the tug captain giving the ship on final push aligning it with the giant vacuum tubes that would unload the vessel into rail cars.

Across the harbour at least a dozen more ships waiting for berths.

President Todler kicked a stone into the dark water as he walked – watching as he had for the past year – hoping that something would change – but knowing it wouldn’t.

“Sir…the situation is growing more desperate. Inflation is now at 5.6 per cent and the dollar of our value is continuing to climb against foreign currencies – which means our exports are less and less competitive every day.”

“I know…I know,” said the aging President. “I’ve been over it all a hundred times. The economic projections show we’ll be virtually bankrupt inside 20 years. We can’t afford ot borrow at these rates – we can’t increase our trade without better exchange – employment is rising – government revenue is falling….but still…the alternative isn’t great.”

“I understand that Sir – but if not now – then when? There is a limited window here and we’ve got to make the most of it.”

Todler kicked another stone and watched as it too sank into the blackness. “Alright. Tell Blackstone to set it up…but before he makes a move I want a full report on the potential collateral damage – and I want assurances that this is going to help.”

“Of course Mr. President…of course.”
One month ago: The Calpe off-shore oil fields, 100 km from Calpe’s territorial limit

The research ship Gimli bobbed the swells as the high-speed camera systems recorded every angle of the oil platforms.

“Okay…watch now – the repair crew on the lower platform will sit on the edge…the fat guy will light a cigarette and the little guy will blow on his coffee…”

The two-man observation team watched through the high powered scopes as the scene played out before them.

“Damn you’re good.”

“I know it. Pay up!”

A few small bills traded hands as the bet was paid off.

“So – you figure we’ll be out of here soon?”

“Who the hell knows. I once had an observer mission that lasted 6 months. That was a tough one too – I was stationed on a nudist beach – hiding the camera was a bitch mano.”

Tonight: Near the Calpe off-shore oil fields.

The hatch was screwed shut leaving the twelve man team in the chamber to wait for the cold water rising around them to equalize with the external pressure.

“Alright – remember – it’s a moonless night – so its going to be pitch. The Zodiac will rise pretty quick – so stay clear. When we get to the surface I want a quick head-count and we’re off. Got it?”

The Captain looked at his Spec-Op team and knew that they did.

Seconds later the chamber was filled and the outer doors opened into the cold saltwater – a second hatch opened and released the small semi-rigid boat which shot to the surface like a bullet. The team swam up after it – and pulled themselves aboard.

There equipment was quickly and professionally unfastened from the boat – checked and re-checked.

“Alright,” said the Captain. “Let’s hit it.”

The boat fired up and sped into the night – heading for the nearest oil rig – clearly visible across the water.

Kilometres away at the next rig the same script was now playing out – and throughout the oil field – as 15 Special Ops teams initiated a planned seizure of the entire Calpe off-shore oil field in a single night with an initial force of just 180 men.

Wolfish Office of Foreign Affairs, Wolfish

It was late for the call – but it was a call that had to be made.

“Mr. Ambassador. I’ve been asked by my government to inform you that Wolfish forces are now reclaiming our traditional oil-fields off the coast of your nation. It is our hope that you recognize our claim to these resources and surrender them without a fight…”

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From The Office of Cowlquape Pentephraxis, PM of Sanctaphrax:
We ask under what pretences do Wolfish claim these oil rigs? We urge Calpe not to succumb to this act of terror, and announce that we will back Calpe in any action taken by them in order to reclaim these rigs. Wolfish are well out of order in this, and are hereby ordered to leave Calpeian waters. Failure to comply may result in severe consequences.
C. Pentephraxis

From the Office of the Governor of the Colony of Ollieland

We join the government of Santaphrax in condemning this aggressive move by Wolfish forces. What is your claim on this area based on?

We would ask that you cease and desist any aggressive moves and withdraw your forces from this area.

Yours

Kathy Chung
Governor
Colonmy of Ollieland

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www.freewebs.com/colonyofollieland

Nikolai stood silent as his assistant read the message. “So, Wolfish thinks he can just come and take whatever he wants from us. Tell the ISS director that I want to see him. Now!”

He turned back towards the window and waited, as Michael entered the room.

`So Michael`, he said without turning,`your men didn’t see this coming, and now we have an entire oilfield under assault from Wolfish forces. Anything you want to add to this? `

`Majesty, I have to apologize, but there was no sign of this. Wolfish never had claims on our oil fields. They must be desperate to do something like this. I suggest we retaliate now, and retaliate hard. They might be ten times bigger then us, but this is our playground. `

Nikolai watched amused at Michael, and replied ` Clearly I have been putting too much faith on you so far. You are dismissed, and Markus will be taking your place. `

Michael looked with undisguised shock at the Emperor. `Sir, but…`

`No buts Michael. This is unacceptable. You have served my father well, but clearly you are no longer at the right age to handle this. Markus will take your place, and you will retire. It’s the last I want to hear about this. Now leave me. I have business to attend`

As Michael left the room, Markus came from behind one of the curtains. `Should I go along with the proposed plan Majesty? `

`Yes Markus. Send the letter to Wolfish and proceed with the plan. They will learn not to take us so lightly from now on. `

To: Wolfish Foreign Affairs Ministry
From: the desk of the Emperor

We have taken note of the Wolfish aggression on our oil fields and we refuse to submit to your feeble threats. Your claims to our oil fields are not based on anything and we will make sure you will not get your greedy hands on them. As of now, you may consider yourself at war with us and anyone that may stand besides us against you. The wolfish embassy and citizens will be extradited from our soil and we expect the return of our citizens without any harm made to them. May the blood of the innocents stain your hands, as your actions have asked for this.

As the declaration of war was sent to the Wolfish command, planes took off from all over Calpe, and others were set on alert as the enemy was expected to be near. Over three hundred ships and submarines were fueled and supplied as they spread around Calpe, and carrier battle groups were sent to protect the oil fields that were under attack.

`Sir`, said Markus, `1st, 2nd and 5th Carrier Battle groups have been sent to retake the oil-fields. Over one thousand marines have been mobilized for this, launching from helicopters, planes, fast boats and mini submarines. We will take the oil field back in the next few hours. Meanwhile our helicopters are coming the sea looking for the submarine that launched the enemy strikeforce. `

The normal peace and quiet for the embassy in Caladon at four in the morning was broken; the marine detachment was already guarding the embassy grounds in case of any trouble.

The encoded line between the embassy and Duniash was brought up to the highest security state possible, the click in the line indicating a secure connection.
"Milady admiral, special ops forces from Wolfish have just staged a direct assault on Calpe's offshore oilfields."
Angelica nearly fell off her chair. "What?! How could this have happened?"
"I am not sure milady, but we should do something to aid them."
"Despite the fact that we have not been asked by the government of Calpe? Well it is not like they have a choice really..."
"That is correct milady."
"I will see to this, in the mean time you will deliver a message to the government of Calpe."
"At once..." The connection was broken, leaving Angelica to ponder the situation, she picked up a pen and started writing.

TACCOM - FLASH - GRAND ARMADA

All Grand Armada assets are to mobilise at once, course to be set for the Heeren naval base in Calpe. Attachment of the 7th Marine division to be completed in Heeren.

TACCOM - FLASH - ROYAL CALPE DEFENCE FORCE

To mobilise all ships and ground assault units in the destruction and eradication of Wolfish personal in and around the island of Calpe. You are authorized to use deadly force.

Authorisation for the use of the long range sub-orbital artillery is also cleared.

Message to the government of Wolfish

Once again we see that Wolfish has to turn a peaceful nation to war, but this time, they did pick the wrong nation to mess with.

We urge Wolfish to withdraw its forces from the oilrigs at once, regional stability is something we like and your presence is disrupting it.

Should you decide not to comply with our requests, you force our hand in many a matter that will hurt your economy even more.

Erik Solar,
Imperial Councillor,
Minister of Foreign Affairs.

*Oil Rig Sierra*

It didn’t take long for the team to secure the oil rigs – demolition teams began to immediately wire the support trusses with shape charges – and setting claymores along the underside access routes that they’d used an hour before.

Above decks the rig’s crew was herded to various locations and secured. Desperate times called for desperate measures – and the special ops teams weren’t against using hostages as shields to prevent a counter attack.

Higher up still, the unit commander and three others worked furiously to set up the mobile radar station and to man the portable Stinger anti-air system.

As the teams worked, a low thud-thud-thud could be heard in the distance as helicopters approached, carrying additional teams and fire power from the nearby carrier battle group Sirus.

As they watched, the first SeaDragon approached their platform – hanging under the craft – a HAWK anti-air missile system – and on-board two palettes of supplies.

The next helo would give the team its reinforcements - and much needed support in preparing for the inevitable counter attack.

Meanwhile, 350 feet below the surface, the submarines that deployed the special ops teams were sowing a field of sea-mines in a protective pattern between the coastline and the oil rigs.

Then slinking off into the dark depths to wait for targets to appear on their passive sonar systems.

Further out – well past the oil rigs and below the horizon sat the bulk of Wolfish’s defensive plan.

It was hoped that the small nation would roll-over and surrender the rigs without much of a fight – but if it came to a fight Wolfish was ready.

The Sirus battle group and its 15 warships stood ready to do battle if necessary. Their hope was that they would provide the rigs with supplies, equipment and men – and they could hold off any attack – but with a moments notice, the battle group could spring into action and take on the enemy in a major confrontation.

*Open Message to All involved nations*

This is an matter between the nation of Calpe and of Wolfish. Our ancient claims to these waters are a matter of our public record – and are not open to debate. Our historic ties to the Calpe mainland and its resources predate the current occupation of this small and rather insignificant nation.

Your open and ill-advised threats against Wolfish will not advance your cause.

Stand down and allow Wolfish and Calpe to continue our… “negotiations”.

Wolfish Defense Command

INA Flagship, HES Mina carrier

Admiral Felix Mendelson watched the map as the carrier battlegroups advanced towards the oil field, understanding that this will not finish without bloodshed.

`Sir`, a young lieutenant interrupted,`Wolfish forces have been spotted in international waters and we have helicopters on radar heading towards the oil-rigs`

`Whats our distance to the oil field?`

`Two hundred kilometres sir!`

`Order the carriers to launch the Super Hornets, covered by Eidolon stealth fighters. I want Prowlers jamming their radars, and also launch the AWACS and the anti-submarine planes and helicopters.`

`Yes sir!`

As orders came to the carrier battlegroups, squadrons of planes started to be launched towards the enemy fleet. One hundred and sixty F/A-18 Super Hornets and eighty Eidolon stealth fighters launched, one after another from the seven carriers that composed the force sent to recapture the oil field.

Cpt. Gustave Caber, the hero of the Genetic war, watched as the last of his pilots took off from the flagship carrier, grinned at the thought of another day of war and started giving orders:

`Ok guys, isnt this a beautifull day? Lets make it unforgetable, shall we? As soon as the Super Hornets reach 150 km range of the enemy fleet i want all anti-ship missiles launched. Eidolon fighters will watch your back and intervene to protect if the case should arrise. Lets go guys!`

In the meantime, Admiral Mendelson received another disturbing news. Two helicopters shot down from Stinger missiles and one of the fast boats aproaching the oil-rigs stepped on a mine. Cursing slowly he turned towards his officers:

`Send the following message to the Wolfish command`

We request the immediate release of the workers taken hostage aboard the oil-rigs. Failure in doing so will result in us treating your forces as terrorists, and the situation will be dealt with accordingly. We will act only in force if they are not released and we will make a clear point about this if our request is ignored. Furthermore, we will not accept at any point enemy forces on our soil, as the oil-rigs are considered. Retreat now, or we will act in full force.


Vulture squadron, 150 km from Wolfish battlefleet

`Allright guys, we`re in range. Super Hornets launch missiles and return to base. Half of the Eidolon fighters escort the Hornets to the carriers, the rest stay with me to patrol the area.`

As the orders reached the pilots, anti-ship missiles started beeing launched from the Hornets, two of them from each airplane, with a total of three hundred and twenty missiles launching in an inferno of fire and noise towards the enemy fleet.


In the meentime, Emperor`s office

`Majesty, Admiral Mendelson has requested the use of force against the oil rigs`, said the Minister of War with a voice full of regret.

`Whats the plan?`

`He requests the use of the Manta stealth bombers to neutralise the enemy forces and Stinger launchers so that the marines can go in.`

`Lets wait for the Wolfish response first. But get the bombers in the air.`

`Yes, your majesty!`

Battle Group Sirus

Admiral Famal listened to the reports over the bridge speaker as the cargo helos transported weapons and troops to the oil platforms – and while he was pleased with the operation to this point – he knew it wouldn’t last.

Unlike his superiors in Wolfish, he knew that Calpe must respond…because that’s what he would do.

As he touched his lighter to his pipe the communications officer interrupted his thought. “Admiral – Sentry 6 reporting multiple inbound tracks – likely aircraft – bearing 095 – range from outer picket line 300 k.m. – jamming is making it difficult to project numbers.

“Very good – sound fleet-wide general quarters. Let’s get the defense systems up and running – and scramble the interceptors.”

“Aye Admiral.”

Within seconds the well-drilled and battle tested fleet sprung into action – the carrier turned quickly into the wind, while the escort vessels spread out further to form a stronger picket line of defense for the larger ships.

Meanwhile the combat air patrol of 4 FA-18s vectored in on the inbound threats.

“Flight…Lead – come to heading 092 and maintain altitude… Flight control,” he said now on the broadcast channel, “permission to arm weapons and engage inbounds.”

“Striker 2-1, you are weapons free. Good hunting.”

“Copy that.”

With that the four planes formed up and throttled up for combat. It didn’t take long for them to pass the outer ships – and to hear the “launch” tones on their headsets.

“FOXTROT-FOXTROT,” called the Striker as he loosed his first two missiles at the oncoming planes – as they launched their anti-ship missiles at the fleet.

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Within seconds the flight of four had fired all eight air-to-air weapons (32 missiles total). The four broke off and headed back to the carrier as the second “Alert” flight of four jetted towards the action – their own missiles ready to fire.

CIC, Wolfish Guide Missile Destroyer Sebastian

While the fighters engaged the enemy aircraft – John Howell, the Captain of the Sebastian was more concerned with the missiles launched from those aircraft.

“What the time to impact?”

“60 seconds Sir.”

“Alright – launch SM2 and Sparrows…ready Phalanx.”

“Aye Sir – Launching.”

The ship rocked as the Standard missiles blew out of their VLS canisters – followed by the shorter range Sparrows.

Twenty-four missiles were off as the re-load process began – a process that would take 3 minutes – long before then the close-in support weapons began firing – and continued while the first three missiles hit the destroyer…

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Twenty kilometers away a similar series of events were taking place…and twenty kilometers again…as one by one the picket line was sunk or damaged – and still the missiles rained down on the fleet.

Guide Missile Cruiser Azores

The Captain watched as the first missiles were launched from the enemy fleet, “Alright,” he said calmly, “Launch Sunburns at the nearest enemy ships – then switch all systems to defense.”

“Aye Captain.”

The missile launchers swiveled on their access and began to launch from 6 – 8 cell (48 missiles) launchers – freeing the devastating Sunburn Anti-ship missiles for their deadly Mach 3 flight towards the enemy fleet.

Within minutes the launchers were reloaded with the SM2s and Sparrows that would defend the ship and the fleet to the end.

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Arsenal Ship Talon

The tactical situation was dire – the Commander knew that – but he also knew that this conflict was going to survive this battle, even if he wouldn’t.

“Target the Tomahawks to the port city of Thulin in Calpe. I want all 200 off. Random targets.”

“Aye Sir.”

Nimitz class Carrier Sirus

The Admiral watched on the monitors as one-by-one his defensive ships were taken out by the overwhelming number of enemy missiles.

The battleship was the last to fail – absorbing an astounding 22 missiles before exploding and quickly sinking.

The carriers fighters had all been scrambled – fighting to the last to destroy enemy aircraft – those ships with offensive capability launched against land and sea targets of opportunity – concentration on enemy warships (nearest to the Wolfish forces) or the cities of Thulin and Varda.

In the end, following repeated and sustained enemy fire, the Wolfish fleet was sunk – sending fifteen warships and two supply vessels to the bottom.

Hundreds of survivors – some seriously wounded – took to life-rafts or simply clung to wreckage in the waves.

The final broadcast on the encrypted channel to Wolfish Defense was short – but told the whole story…

The Wolfish battle group Sirus has met the enemy and, in so doing, died bravely. Avenge us.

Eidolon Fighter Group

`The Hornets got incoming sir! Thirty-two seekers on their tail!`

`Alright, lets get the bastards! Vulture 1 and 2 launch missiles towards the agressor!`, said Gustave, angry at the thought that some of his friends will be lost today.

As two of the Eidolon fighters unloaded their missile load, sixteen missiles launched towards the running enemy patrol, though the damage has already been done. Launching flares and making evasive maneuvers, the F/A-18`s couldnt avoid all the missiles, and one after another, eighteen airplanes were blown out of the sky, leaving trails of smoke and parachutes opening behind them.


HES Mina, Flagship Carrier

`Sir, we got incoming from the enemy fleet. At least fourty missiles, aproaching at Mach 3. Frigates and destroyers covering the outer perimeter are trying to neutralise as many of them as possible.`

`How many escort ships in their path before they reach the core of the fleet?`

`Twenty-four ships sir. They woulnt make it to the carriers, but we will probably loose some of the escort ships.`

`I see. Send the order to the Manta bombers to begin operation "Mirage", and order the helicopters to aproach the oil-rigs, and use the on-board cannons to take out any survivors with Stinger missiles before unloading the marines.`

As the admiral was giving orders, the enemy anti-ship missiles were aproaching the fleet, encountering CIWS turets and anti-missile protection of the escort frigates and destroyers. Despite their eforts though, three destroyers and two frigates were sunk, and another destroyer heavily damaged, before they managed to stop the wave of destruction.


Eidolon Fighter Group

As the first sixteen missiles were tracking the fighter patrol, the AWACS patrolling the sky was relaying information on enemy fighters launching from the carrier before it sunk.

`Guys, I want all missiles hot right now. Target the enemy fighters that took off from the enemy fleet, and take them out. Not even one must escape to atack our cities or fleet.`

Taking the orders literally, fighter pilots started launching missiles after missiles, unloading their full complement of air-air missiles in a desperate effort to prevent any damage done by those enemy fighters. Thirty-eight Eidolons launched eight missiles each, totaling three hundred missiles aimed at whatever was flying above the remains of the enemy fleet.


Manta bombers squadron

As the stealth fighter-bombers were taking off from Yavanna, they received their orders. They were to head towards the occupied oil-rigs, and launch the SM-1 Mirage missiles at pre-programmed targets in the missiles computers. The Mirage missiles had warheads with sub-munitions loaded with a nerve gas, designed to induce a state of coma to anyone that was inhaling it. Once the missile aproached the target, it would release the submunitions, that would in return spread the gas over the designated area.
Once arrived at 15-20 km of the targets, outside of the Stinger area of coverage, they would launch the missiles towards the oil-rigs. Eight missiles from each group towards their target, and the enemies should be taken out for the time beeing, allowing the helicopters filled with marines to aproach and unload the marines, securing the targets.

City of Thulin

As the air-defenses started launching missiles and firing cannons, the population fell in despair, as the sounds of the sirens filled the sky, warning everyone to take shelter, as hell was about to break loose all over the city.
One after another, dozens of Tomahawk missiles that could not be shot down by the air-defense hit the city, causing a wave of destruction and greef all over the city.

City of Caladon, Emperors Room

`Majesty`, said a trembling voice,`Thulin has been hit by enemy missiles. Almost 130 have penetrated the air-defenses, hitting civilian targets mostly. It seems they random targeted the city. Almost....eight thousand dead or declared missing, and the numbers are increasing every moment`

Nikolai stood down, as the power of those words were too much for him to bear. Eight thousand ... and how many more before this is finished? Filled with rage, he made an oath, and swore to revenge this, even if it costed him the crown.

HES Mina, Flagship Carrier

`Launch every anti-submarine aircraft we got, and call for support from the mainland too. After the marines take over the oil-rigs, i want all the enemy subs taken out as fast as possible.`

Almost eighty different types of aircraft and helicopters took off in the next minutes from the carriers, all with only one purpose in mind. To take out the remains of the enemy forces, hiding underwater.


Message to all that are concerned

Today, the Wolfish forces have cowardly atacked the city of Thulin, hitting civilian targets without discrimination, and killing at least eight thousand civilians, men, women and children in the process. We ask of you, all that showed their support, to act on their words, and help us to take out the threat that is Wolfish. We know that Dumpsterdam is already on its way to help us, and we are gratefull for their help in times of need. But, we also need everyone else that is determined to make a difference, to help stop this kind off abuses from now on. We ask of you to help form a coalition and take the war to the doorstep of the agressor. We leave you now, as in these times of greef, we must prepare to burry our dead and mourn them.

Oil Rig Sierra

The inbound missiles were noted – but not a lot could be done to defend the rigs – not enough time had past to defend against every threat.

Where possible the special ops troops took shelter – expect sub-munitions to rain down and spread lethal shrapnel across the platforms. But it didn’t take long after the first bomblet to hit that they all knew they were in for a different fate…

“GAS!” went the call as the troops scrambled to don protective masks – but more often than not the gas overcame them before they could act.

Several troops past out in…inconvenient locations – suspended on rails or along the edge of the platforms – and died on hitting the water far below.

A few troops did manage to protect themselves from the attack – and followed their orders.

On two oil rigs shaped-charges were detonated on the oil storage tanks – and detonations blew the caps off the well head – spewing oil high into the air and, subsequently, into the surrounding ocean.

In the end the troops were fast asleep on the deck – side-by-side with the captured and bound oil rig workers.

Wolfish Defense Command, Operations Centre, Camden, Wolfish

General Blackstone was furious.

Not only had he lost an entire battle group in a single engagement – but his oil rigs were unlikely to be able to withstand an attack without the support of the taskforce.

He swore under his breath as he watched the satellite feeds… “Soldier – what are those missile tracks outbound from the battle group.

“Sir – those appeared before the arsenal ship was sunk – likely tomahawks launched at land-based targets inside Calpe.”

“Alright – that’s a bit unexpected – get me damage reports when they’re available – and task another bird to fly over to survey the targeted areas.”

“Yes General.”

The General picked up a phone connecting him to naval operations…

“This is Blackstone. I want all Wolfish Naval forces on Ready Status 1. Recall the 1st Navy to defense status – cancel all leaves and push ships on maintenance rotations back to sea-ready status.”

He hung up the phone and returned to watching the screen… “A lot of good men and women went down with that fleet.”

Submarine Squad, near Calpe

The sounds of battle were unmistakable – the sounds of detonations, hull breaches, and jets roaring overhead were distinct to everyone on board – the sound echoed through the hull of the boat.

“Damn – sounds like a pasting.”

“Yep.”

“Alright – Quick Quiet…helm, set course 145…diving officer, take us below the thermal layer. We’re going to sit this out and see about mopping up when its done.”

“Aye Cap.”

Of the 15 subs that supported the oil rig fight – and the two attached to the battle group about half decided to lay low and quiet…the other half decided to fight.

Those that fought – fought well, but a raging battle wasn’t a good place for a submarine and the Calpe forces quickly detected and attacked them, sinking four after brief engagements.

Five more managed to engage enemy ships with missile and torpedoes before they themselves were engaged.

The remained trusted in two facts – first, they were laying dead in the water and were therefore almost as quick as the ocean’s natural background noise – and second, Calpe forces had no idea of the total number of subs in the region, and therefore, would likely be pleased with their hunting results.

HES Mina, Flagship Carrier

'Sir, our submarine hunters have engaged the enemy. We lost the Marduk missile cruiser and two frigates, Zborul and Pescarusul. About eight or nine enemy submarines reported to be sunk.'

'Eight?? A Wolfish battlegroup has two submarines. How many did they have anyway? Keep the helicopters hunting for hidden subs, and send in the minesweepers to clear the road.'

Fifteen minutes later, six Liberty class minesweepers left the port of Thulin, heading for the oil field, and more helicopters were launched from the Coast Guard to search for possible enemy contacts and launch depth charges in the area, in hope that they may damage them. The main fleet started to retreat towards Nogrod, leaving the submarine-hunter ships behind them to stop any enemies from following. At the same time, following orders from Admiral Mendelson, six quiet submarines were directed towards the possible positions of the enemy, listening and preparing to engage any target.


To all that are concerned:
Following the Wolfish atack on our oil-fields, we have been left with an ecological disaster on our hands. We would apreciate any help from your part in dealing with the oil spills problem or reconstructing our city.

Governor Chung sat with the joint chiefs and re-read the reports and satellite images. It didn't look good.

"Well, we've promised to help and the statement from Calpe could certainly be interpreted as a request for military assisstance."

"Madam Governor, after our military expansion many of our units are green and inexperienced" said Field Marshall Stubbington, head of the army.

"Then all the better to get them some experience", stated Grand Admiral Hurley, "Madam Governor, we could put together a major taskforce and have them sailing within 48 hours. If Calpe requests we could take back some of their rigs with the Colonial Marine Corps Commandos."

"Thats all very well, Bill, but we don't know what Calpe want from us yet - or exactly what level of help they'll except. "

"At least let us get some more intel", said Grand Air Marshall Covington, "We can divert our U2s to fly over the affected areas or to take a look at any other Wolfish military build up."

"Agreed, Chris. Now gentlemen, give me a few hours to talk to Calpe and I'll have orders for you. In the meantime I want the military put on full alert. This could be the big one we all hoped would never come......"

We have recieved your messages and are preparing to act. Our military is being put on alert and is readying itself for action.

What units do you need and where? Do you have an overall strategy to follow?

OOC - I don't have MSN so if you want to contact me secretly if will have to be by TG. Check out my military at www.freewebs.com/colonyofollieland and tell me what you need.

Secret IC:

To: Government of Ollieland
From: The desk of the Emperor

We apreciate your offer and the fact that you stand behind your words. If you are willing to go on with this, then i suggest you prepare your troops and your country for war. Soon, we will take this to their shores, and when that time comes, we will need to be fully prepared. Anything you can spare is welcomed in defense of Calpe and the offensive that aproaches.


ooc: just waiting for the rest of the coalition to post preparations and such...

"Well, its a pretty open message. It could simply be interpreted as send everything and prepare for war..." stated Field Marshall Stubbington bluntly.

"Then we start preparing" said the Governor. "I've prepared contingency plans with my advisors and we're going to fully activate the military. We have lists of units to be activated at different levels. Here they are...."

LEVEL 1 ACTIVATION - IMMEDIATE DEPLOYMENT TO CALPIAN WATERS

- Teams 1, 2 and 3 from the Colonial Marine Corps (CMC) Commando Batt (300 men)
- 2nd Batt, CMC Naval Regt
- 1st & 3rd Colonial Navy Battle Groups
- 1st & 3rd Colonial Navy Air Carrier Groups
- 10 Smith class Replen Vessels and 6 Aylesburgh class Sub Replen Vessels form the Auxillary Support Group
- 10 Lake class Minesweepers from the Auxillary Shore Support Group
- 20 Skipjack and 10 Bolash attack subs from the Submarine Warfare Group

LEVEL 2 ACTIVATION - PREPARE FOR FOREIGN DEPLOYMENT AT 30 MINS NOTICE

- Teams 4 through 9 from the CMC Commando Batt (600 men)
- 1st and 2nd CMC Assault Regts (8,000 men)
- CMC Airborne Regt (4,000 men)
- CMC Independent Batt (1,000 men)
- 1st & 2nd CMC Submersible Batts (2,000 men)
- CMC Independent Medical Support Batt (300 men)
- 1st Batt, CMC Naval Regt (1,000 men)
- Colonial Navy (CN) Science and Medical Group
- Remainder of the CN Auxillary Support Group
- CN Auxillary Transport Group
- 10 Lake class Minesweepers from the CN Auxillary Shore Support Group
- 5 Stalwart Missile Subs and 20 Skipjack Attack Subs from the CN Submarine Warfare Group
- CN Merchant Raider Group
- 2nd and 4th CN Battle Groups
- 2nd and 4th CN Air Carrier Groups
- 1st, 2nd, 4th and 5th CN Amphibious Assault Groups
- 1st, 2nd and 3rd Colonial Air Force (CAF) Operational Combat Groups (2,100 aircraft)
- CAF Transport Wing (220 transport airships)
- 4 x Airborne Regts (16,000 men)
- 7 x Armoured Regts (28,000 men)
- 30 x Infantry Regts (120,000 men)
- CBW (Chemical & Biological Warfare) Deployment Batt, CBW Regt (1,000 men)

LEVEL 3 ACTIVATION - PREPARE FOR LONG RANGE OPERATIONS

- From the CN Naval Aviation Group
- 1st-3rd Naval Patrol Sqdns (15 Patrol Airships)
- 6th-15th Strategic Maritime Attack Sqdns (150 aicraft)
- 5th-9th ASW Sqdns (50 aircraft)
- CAF Surveillence Wing (10 U2 aircraft)

LEVEL 4 ACTIVATION - GENERAL READINESS

- All other CMC units
- All other CN units
- All other CAF units
- All other Army units
- All units of the Colonial Coast Guard
- All units of the Colonial Governors Guard

*OFFICIAL NOTICE*

To the Government of Calpe
From the Nation of Wolfish

Violations of international law by your nation have been witnessed in recent days particularly in regard to the piracy of Wolfish oil fields in international waters.

Subsequent, Calpe forces have imprisoned Wolfish military personnel.

Following a declaration, but prior to any attempt at negotiation, Calpe naval forces attacked a Wolfish convoy, sinking the fleet and killing upwards of 9,000 persons.

You have 24 hours to provide Wolfish with an unconditional surrender and the release of all prisoners of war.

Failing such action, Wolfish shall employ all means of nullifying all offensive capabilities of your nation.

Further, any nation providing military or economic aid to Calpe shall be similarly targeted.


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To: Government of Wolfish
From: The Emperors desk

Your message fails to mention the cowardly atack from wolfish special forces on the oil-rig workers that were kept as hostages, or the fact that your "convoy" launched 200 Tomahawk missiles towards one of our cities, provoking the death of more then 10,000 calpian citizens. Furthermore, we are not yet convinced that your people should be considered prisoners of war. Their action, without doubt supported by you, was to keep calpian citizens as hostages and human shields. As their action was not one of honour, we consider them more like terrorists then prisoners with rights. They will be kept in Calpe, and most likely treated under calpian laws concerning terrorists, unless you can give us a reason not to do so, like financial compensation and apologies to the relatives of those that died.
To answer your final demands, we will not give you control of our oil fields, or surrender ourselves at the mercy of an agressor.

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To: Calpian Allies and supporters
From: Nikolai Caladon, Emperor of Calpe

I come to you today with this request my friends, as we are in the darkest hour that our people have known in their history. As you already know, we have been the target of a Wolfish agression. They came, they tried to take what was ours, they were beaten and pushed back, but managed to kill over 13,000 people, mostly civilians. I come to you today because we need help, because that was only the first and weakest wave of death and pain that Wolfish has brought us. I ask of you all to help our nation in these times of despair, as we are faced with the actions without honour from a nation ten times our size. We will not surender, regardless of your replies. We will stand side by side and protect each piece of land they try to take from us, and show them they cant just come and take whatever they like. We will die rather then give away our freedom or our rights, but that might not be enough. So I come to you today my friends, asking that you protect the spirit of this nation, asking you to join us in battle against the terrible agressor that has come upon us, asking you to bring the battle to their shores, and make sure, once and for all, that no other country will be cowardly atacked by Wolfish. We await your response dear friends, and pray that it will be one filled with courage and rage against this unfair act, and the will to make this world a better place, a world of freedom.

The name of peace is sweet, and the thing itself is beneficial, but there is a great difference between peace and servitude. Peace is freedom in tranquillity, servitude is the worst of all evils, to be resisted not only by war, but even by death.
-Cicero

His Majesty's Government is considering providing economic support to the Nation of Calpe.

~ Representative of the Kingdom of Romandeos.

Message to Wolfish

We fully intend to continue the support of our newly found Calpian allies and consider your threats ridiculous considering your clearly aggressive actions. We would urge you to surrender immediately.

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Message to Calpe

Our fleet will be sailing within the hour to take position amongst your oilfields. We require the use of an airfield near the coast of your nation as a base of operations for Teams 2 and 3 from the Colonial Marine Corps Commando Battalion. Please inform us if this is feasable.

Message to Calpe

Our fleet will be sailing within the hour to take position amongst your oilfields. We require the use of an airfield near the coast of your nation as a base of operations for Teams 2 and 3 from the Colonial Marine Corps Commando Battalion. Please inform us if this is feasable.

We thank you for your support in this matter. One of the military airbases near Thulin has been cleared for your use.

We of the Mikosolf Corporation are begining mobilization for your support good nation of Calpe. We expect our ships to be within the theater by the weeks end.

Message to Calpian Government;

Troops immediately on route to Thulin Airbase;

From CMC Commando Batt
- Team 2 (Air Infiltration A) (100 men, 2 transport helos, 2 combat helos)
- Team 3 (Air Infiltration B) (100 men, 1 counter insurgency airship)
- Team 8 (Subterranean Infiltration) (100 men, 10 vehicles) - transported by CAF Transport Wing airship freighter

From 1st Airborne Regt, Ollish Army
- Alpha Coy, "Sirtes" Air Cav Batt (100 men, 20 combat helos)
- Juliet Coy (AB CBW), 1st AB Support Batt (100 men, 20 vehicles, 1 airship freighter)
- Echo Coy (100 men, 2 combat airships)

From JAG Regt, Olliesh Army
- Alpha and Bravo Coys, Stockade Batt (200 men, 20 vehicles) - transported by CAF Transport Wing airship freighter

From Military Intelliegence Ops Section
- Undisclosed number of men, transported by helo

Total approx 800+ men, 3 transport helos, 22 combat helos, 3 combat airships and 3 transport airships

This unit will be codenamed "Taskforce Birdman" and will be commanded by Colonel Xavier de Haviland. He will wish to talk to a member of the Calpian military about a possible raid into Wolfish territory. It might also be helpful if you could appoint a liaison officer to this taskforce.

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Message to Ollieland government

Cpt. Boris Mirakov has been designated to be the liaison officer between the Imperial Army and your troops. What kind of covert action are we talking about and with what targets?

Message to Ollieland government

Cpt. Boris Mirakov has been designated to be the liaison officer between the Imperial Army and your troops. What kind of covert action are we talking about and with what targets?

OOC - see TGs. Have to go offline now, be back about 1400 GMT tommorrow.

OoC: Heads up, Calpe is the Damnian region(my region) which has a permanent patrol group and is monitored heavily. The only reason Wolfish naval forces where able to sneak in was due to the fact that the Heeren naval base in Calpe was not up to full capacity to house its naval units provided by the Northern Fleet.

IC:

To: Wolfish
From: Supreme Councillor Erica Rift

Whereas the Enlightened Free Empire of Wolfish has committed unprovoked acts of war against the Government and the people of Calpe: Therefore be it Resolved by the Senate of Duniash and Imperial Council of the Empire of Dumpsterdam; That a direct state of total war between the Empire and the Enlightened Free Empire of Wolfish which has thus been thrust upon the Empire is hereby formally declared; and the Imperial Council is hereby authorized and directed to employ the entire naval and military forces of the Empire and the resources of the Empire to carry on war against the Enlightened Free Empire of Wolfish; and, to bring the conflict to a successful termination; accepting nothing less then a unconditional surrender by the Enlightend Free Empire of Wolfish at the hands of the Empire's armed naval, air and land forces.

To: Nikolai Caladon, Emperor of Calpe
From: Supreme Councillor Erica Rift

NOTIFYING you of the fact that as of midnight tonight, the Empire of Dumpsterdam, sworn ally of Calpe will enter a state of unrestricted war with the Enlighted Free Empire of Wolfish.

RECOGNIZING that the Empire of Calpe is directly involved with one of the Empire of Dumpsterdam's sworn enemies, increasing the need and urgency to deal with this situation as quickly and efficiently as possible.

CONFIRMING that the Empire of Calpe has full access to the might of the Grand Armada for regional defence, including but not limited to; its naval units, amphibious divisions and aerial wings.

REINFORCING the issue of dragging the Enlighted Free Empire of Wolfish to its knees with the Emperor of Calpe is of the highest importance.

For the Emperor, for the Empire and for Calpe.

Blackstone fumed at the show of international support for the pitiful nation of Calpe.

“Who did the threat assessment on Calpe!,” he hollered at his staff, “because clearly your head is so far up your ass that you couldn’t see the shit for the brains! It hasn’t been one day and support is pouring in.”

His rant continued for another 12 minutes before the red phone rang…he picked it up. “Yes Mr. President I did see the report – yes…yes they have received promises of aid…no Sir, we didn’t predict this…Sir…sir…Sir with all due respect, the feeble force that they are mustering is no great threat to Wolfish…in fact, I was just putting a plan together to break up this little coalition – a show of force if you will….”

It was, perhaps, the least pleasant phone conversation the General had ever had…which meant that his staff were about to have the worse day of their lives.

10 hours later, Wolfhair Island Naval Base

The repair crew worked furiously on the Manchester – her two nuclear reactors were undergoing a refueling – a process which typically took a couple months and included comprehensive x-raying of the fuel chamber to detect any heat fractures – but all that would have to wait. The Manchester was ordered to sail in three days, along with her battle group of 17 other ships.

The Admiral reviewed the mission orders in his stateroom.

Proceed with all possible speed to the midpoint between Calpe and Wolfish, holding position and conducting battle drills with other battle groups of the 3rd Navy. Alert Status 1 with hostilities probable.

“Sounds fun,” he said to himself as he put the orders down and took a nap.

High over Calpe

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With the downlink encryption in place, the latest addition to the Wolfish Intelligence communities asset list proved its worth by beaming hundreds of megabits to the eagerly waiting Intelligence Officers.

“NO! WE CAN NOT ATTACK WOLFISH!” Senator Lightfoot screams bringing the Executive Conference room to a hush. From the head of the table President Markinson looks annoyingly at the senator, the long hours of talking taking its toll. Taking note of the Presidents glare, the senator continues in a lower tone, “I apologize for my outburst, but I can not believe what I am hearing. Go to war against our longtime ally? How can we justify that?”

“Senator,” Vice President Suarez speaks up, “First off, no one has talking about declaring war…”

“What do you call it then?” A split second passes from frustration until the senator quickly finishes “Mr. Vice President.”

“We are talking about mobilizing our forces and getting them to the area and finding out what is going on!” The Vice President counters. “It is obvious that President Todler is at fault with the oil rigs but we do not know if Calpe did anything to provoke him. We also don’t know for sure who is telling the truth, they both blame the other.”

“I agree, Mr. President, Wolfish has been our friend for a long time, but President Todler is getting old. His judgement might be impaired. Either way, if he has acted in the way that it appears he has, then we are obligated to help the innocent civilians of Calpe!”

“Especially if this outrageous attack on Thulin is true!” Senator Claira, Defense Sub-Committee Chairman adds.

“This is utterly incredible, Senator Lightfoot states while falling back into his chair. “And how do you propose getting the support of the people behind this?”

“That…” President Markinson begins, finally speaking after 3 hours of just listening. “That is irrelevant! We must do the right thing in ALL cases, and hope we can convince the people of the why latter. Admiral Arnold, what is our military posture in the area?”

Admiral Arnold, the chief military advisor to the president, stands and turns to the large screen behind him. “As you can see here, we have the Navy’s Tactical Platform Group (TPG) #4 in the general area. They are approximately five and a half days away from the Wolfish coastline. Calpe is in Naval Tactical Command Group (TCG) 17’s region. That’s Commander Tucker’s Group sir. They can have their 2nd Fleet off Calpe’s shoreline in under 40 hours, and the rest of his Group in 3 to 4 days at the earliest.

“Very well, send them both, President Markinson says. “Do we have anyone that can back up TPG4?”

“Um…” The Admiral looks over the screen, touching a few buttons to move and zoom the view. “Yes sir, TCG 13 could pack up it’s operations and be there in…10 to 12 days.”

The president pauses for a brief second, “Very well, make it so. And make other preparations as you see fit to get other resources to the area as well.”

“Yes sir!” Admiral Arnold gets on a nearby phone and begins talking.

Vice President Coldfor (OOC: Yes I have 2 Vice Presidents) leans over close to the ear of President Markinson, “This will cost us dearly sir…”

“The President ponders for another second, “Senator Claira, with the Senate convening in the morning I want its priority to be emergency funding for this and full backing if it should lead to military intervention! Am I clear?

“Yes Mr. President…Perfectly!”

A brief statement to The Newer England’s press reads as follows:
“The office of the president is in communication with the leadership of both nations. We will find out who the aggressor is here and assist in trying to negate the damage to innocent lives and property wherever possible. The government will not go thrust us into war without reason, but we will not stand by and watch innocent lives be taken for no reason! Our military is not expendable in any way. But if we must use it, we will. God be with us all.”

WARNING FOR ALL SHIPPING IN DAMNIAN REGION

That the area surrounding Calpe, is now a designated warzone, including a free fire zone upon any vessels that enter the one-hundred nautical miles line of mainland Calpe.

The Grand Armada has been deployed for the next fourteen days around Calpe, no armed vessles except those allied to Calpe are to enter regional waters at one hundred nautical miles out.

Failure to comply, will result in the destruction or capture of intruding vessles.

We apolagize for any inconvenience, but only those that seek harm to Calpe will find hinderance in this action.

Lady Admiral Raditz.

Somewhere between Calpe and Wolfish

The Admiral stood on the aft deck – his telescope pointed towards a small, uninhabited island…

His XO waited by his side in silence.

“The navigation watch officer told me that we’re having a profound impact on the ocean,” said the Admiral. “That having this many ships in such a relatively small area is actually increasing the height of the tide.”

“Wouldn’t surprise me,” said the XO, clearly bored.

“You kids just don’t get it. It’s not every day that an entire Wolfish navy is in the same place at the same time…450 warships – more than 100,000 sailors and soldiers – enough supply ships that you could virtually walk to Wolfish without getting your feet wet – and you say ‘Wouldn’t surprise me.” phhhh that’s an understatement.”

“Sorry Admiral – its just that I can’t figure out where this is going – what are we doing here?”

“Well Son, it’s like this. Calpe pissed us off – probably because we pissed them off – now we’ve got to show them that fighting us ain’t a good thing,” he struck a match and touched it to his now cold cigar. “They’ll come to their senses when they see this – this show of force – and we’ll all be friends again.”

“And what if they don’t?”

The Admiral’s eyes grew distant…. “A long time ago we were like Calpe – and we got in a pissing match…I was just a young sailor then serving on a ship much like this…and we…well, lets just say a lot of young men didn’t come home….No,” he said regaining his composure, “No – they’ll back down.”

To: All Calpian allies
From: The desk of the Emperor

We wish to thank you all the great nations that came to our help on this ocasion. Its not every day that you see such great nations uniting under one banner to protect a smaller country, and put an end to the evil ways of Wolfish. We have mobilised our forces, and are waiting for our allies to do the same. Over 240 warships, surface and submarines, together with their complement of 1200 aircraft, have been mobilised for this action, together with the Imperial Army, and the elite Praetorian Guards, that are preparing to embark on assault ships as soon as the signal is given by our allies.

"Lower periscope!"

"Aye, Sir!"

"All hands, prepare for surface! Maintain silent running!"

The submarine Captain turned to his XO, and raised his eyebrows twice with a smile. The XO nodded back at him, and returned to the Captains quarters to fetch their guests.

The Captain turned to the firing officer, and said "release tube one please, Mr Torres."

"Aye sir," replied Torres, wandering what the hell they were releasing into the water.

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As the submarine rose from the water, the conning tower opened quickly. Two figures dressed in black emerged, and the first scrambled down the side of the conning tower very quickly. The second figure shook hands with the third figure just emerging, wearing a hat recognisable as a naval uniform. The first figure was already in the water, swimming towards the large object that had just floated to the surface. By the time the second figure was in the water and they were both on the object, the sub was already beginning to submerge, before it had even fully surfaced. These waters were hot, and the Captain had no intention of getting caught in these waters on his own.

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Captain Oliver Bartlett (CMC) and Lieutenant Sarah Harding (CN) both righted the canoe and started to paddle. Both had volunteered for this observation mission and they knew it would take all of their training they had recieved at the Military Intelligence Unit training schol, just to complete their task. It was approximately 50 Km to the Wolfish coast, and they both started to get into a regular rowing stroke...........

Wolfish 1st Navy, on station, mid ocean

Admiral Zack Westley surveyed the electronic map projected on the screen in the Combat Information Centre.

“Alright – so we basically have 30 battle groups operating in 10 groups of three…”

“That’s correct Admiral,” replied the Senior Watch officer.

“Alright – I don’t want someone picking us off at the flanks…lets have mine fields laid down along both flanks – 300 km out – along this vector,” he said using his laser pointer on the map.”

“Aye Admiral.”

Within minutes BG 1-06 on the eastern flank, and BG 1-15 on the Western flank were using frigates, helos and destroyers to create a physical barrier – protecting the Wolfish navy from submerged and surface threats.


Wolfish Defense Command, Camden, Wolfish

“Sir – new keyhole photo’s coming in,” said the aide to General Blackstone.

“Let’s see them,” he replied tersely.

The screen went black, then lit up with new satellite photos of a harbour.

“Alright,” said the General, “What are we looking at?”

“Sir, this is Calpe’s port of Caladon – and what we’re seeing is a significant portion of Calpe’s naval forces readying for deployment….here’s another shot off-shore from Bavor – where there is a similar mobilization – and here in Nogrod we’re seeing increased activity on airfields…” he switch images again, “Here in Allatar, a rail junction point, we’re seeing increased freight traffic, likely leading to military installations – though we’ll have to confirm that.”

“So pull it together…what’s it all mean?” asked the General already knowing the answer.

“Sir – Calpe is preparing for war.”

“Alright – good work. Keep the images coming – notify Admiral Westley of the situation and give him these images and all other data that comes in….put the 2nd Air Combat Command’s bomber wings on Alert Level 1. We may need to preempt and attack on our navy.”

“Yes General.”

Somewhere in NS on a Stock market trading floor

Quincy had been in the game long enough to spot a trend about 2 minutes before it happened…and by the looks of it, today’s trend was going to be profitable.

He watched the screen for another 8 seconds before acting – he picked up his phone and called his trading supervisor.

“Hey Ted…I’m seeing a lot of action from some of Wolfish’s defense suppliers and manufacturers – even their subsidiaries – buying up tons of brass, nickel, zinc – all the base metals…I’m guessing bunker oil and crude are next…yeah – I want authorization to get in on the action…if they’re getting ready for something we could really see a price spike….great – thanks Ted.”

He hung up the phone and began placing orders for clients he hadn’t yet found…but he would. After all – a military can’t fight itself – someone out there was going to need to buy just as much as Wolfish.

“Sir, we are 125 knotical miles from the Calpe shoreline.”
“Very good.” Captain Limp, Fleet Commander for the 2nd fleet, 17th Tactical Command Group, responds. “Patch me into the radio, Eco frequency, scramble code 353 Oscar - 5.”

Over a specific radio frequency, and scrambled according to security protocol, the following message is sent to Calpe:
“This is the Fleet Commander Limp aboard the NES Kingsly. We are approximately 125 knots of your coastline. Requesting permission to join your naval forces. We will proceed at full speed until we hear from you.”

Another broadcast is started, this one on all general frequencies, in multiple languages, and repeating:
“This is the Fleet Commander Limp aboard the NES Kingsly. This shall serve as notice. Any hostilities towards this fleet will be considered hostilities towards The Newer England and an act of aggression. Such acts will reap a response accordingly.”

Anyone who can see the area can see the following steam towards Calpe:
(1) Nimitz Class Carrier “NES Kingsly”
(7) Ticonderoga Class Cruisers
(3) Arleigh Burke Class Destroyers
(7) Spruance Class Destroyers
(6) INFDN-DPs (Integrated Naval Fleet Defense Network Destroyer/Protectors)
(10) Oliver Hazard Perry Class Frigates
You can be sure there are also some subs following this fleet.


“I’m hearing nothing from President Todler!” President Markinson states frustrated as he sits and sinks into his chair. “They refuse to see our ambassadors. They ignore the obvious international threat to their nation. What is he thinking?”

Vice President Coldfor also sits and pauses. “I don’t know Mr. President. Hopefully someone in the Wolfish Government will do something soon to stop this from happening!”

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"Newer England fleet you are welcomed to join our forces. You will not be fired upon. Thank you for helping us deal with this matter. The nation of Calpe is grateful for your support."


In the Emperor`s Office

`What`s the situation Colville?`

`We are ready to proceed when we`re ordered to, Majesty. Troops are mobilised to main ports, waiting to be loaded on ships and the fleets have full stocks of ammunition and supplies. We are buying and making stocks of ammo, fuel, food and everything else we`ll need.`

`Good. Our allies are slowly gathering. When they`re ready to make the move, make sure we are ready too.`

OoC: Wolfish, RP further satellite recon, I would like a chance to shoot them down if ye don't mind.

IC:

45th Revenant Pack, within range of Wolfish fleet.

"Sonar, range to contact?" Captain Holdes asked, accepting a cup of coffee from his XO.
"Few dozen miles sir, but we are within firing range for our Principe missiles."

The captain pondered for a few minutes, pacing up and down the command centre of the Macabee class ballistic missile submarine.
"Prepare firing solutions, have our escort stand at the ready to destroy any incoming aircraft."

"Yes sir, signalling Swordfish escort to prepare AA defences and coming to launch depth."

The pack moved into a diamond shaped formation, spread out evenly over many miles, at their current speed and depth these subs where hard to detect but missile launches where a messy and noisy business.
Missile tube upon missile tube opened up all along the back of the submarine, revealing dozens of Principe carrier missiles, blasting out towards the surface at incredible speed.

A full volley of forty missiles was launched, the sky blackening for a second as the streams of smoke and fire obscured all view. Wolfish naval forces on the left forward flank would respond soon and the pack dove away, awaiting the retaliation to come as they crawled out of the target area at a snails pace.

But even if they fell, they would be avenged, another pack was approaching in the back of the Wolfish group, ready to destroy any weak points.

Wolfish Battlegroup

Admiral Petrov was not a happy man, he and his taskforce where stuck; stuck as in getting knee high in thick mud and not being able to pull yourself out.
As of right now their retreat had been blocked off by the Wolfish fleet and they would have to fight their way out if they wanted to link up with the Grand Armada.

But before they attempted that there was the matter of evacuating a few Isles citizens that where coming in on a chartered helicopter but after that it was back to the Isles.

There was indeed another reason Petrov was nervous, the very ship he was standing on; a IPS Omega class battleship modified by the RTD was carrying something Wolfish wasn't that happy about.
Across the bow, in golden letters with silver trimming stood the name Longsword.

TACCOM - FLASH - GRAND ARMADA

All units to stand ready for offensive action against Wolfish naval forces, satellite imagery is scarce, proceed with extreme caution.

Allow link-up of Calpe and other allied forces, integrate into standard diamond formation around the SD Titan.

DRN Grand Armada's full strength estimated around 2000 warships, not including support units.

Ground forces attached number somewhere in the half a million range, not including support.

Aircraft estimated around the 10.000, not including support.

Admiral McClusky's force had finally reached their destination.

"Sir, we're reading a lot of ships out there"

"Where from son?"

"We've got flags flying from Calpe, Newer England and Dumpsterdam, sir"

"Well, looks like they've got quite an armada going. Send a formal request to join the fleet and we can start running battle drills"

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To; Grand Armada
From; Admiral Oliver McClusky, CS Constellation, Ollish Flagship

Greetings allies! As promised we have arrived to protect you and avenge you from the evil actions of Wolfish. We hereby send an official request to join this great armada.

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Total naval contribution to Grand Armada

1st and 3rd Battle Groups
1st and 3rd Air Carrier Groups
(Total of 2 Aircraft Carriers, 240 aircraft, 2 Dreadnoughts, 4 Major surface combatants and 18 minor surface combatants)
16 x Replen Ships
10 x Minesweepers
30 x Subs

To: Admiral Oliver McClusky, CS Constellation, Ollish Flagship
From: Grand Admiral Kurt Ulas, DRN Seven Provinces, Royal Grand Armada Flagship.

Greetings Admiral, we have been expecting you for some quite some time now.

Please delegate your flagship to the left flank bastion with accompanying escort, you are to coordinate defences and deployment with Lady Admiral Raditz aboard the battleship Java. She will notify you further about where to deploy your submarine and transports in the left bastion.

Attached is a file concerning standardized Royal Navy tactics, I suggest you read it.

OoC: The file would contain FFA codes, explanations about formations, details about ships, aircraft and ground equipment used by the DDF(Dumpsterdanian Defence Force) DRN( "" Royal Navy) DRA( "" Royal Airforce) and other units.

About the current formation, think of five diamond shaped formations into one large diamond. Each diamond is responsible for its own AA, ASW and AM defences but do overlap to some extent.

So the centre, head and right flank are filled with Grand Armada units, the other diamonds only contain two temporary picket lines for ASW and AA frigattes which will be replaced by fleets from Ollieland, Newer England and Calpe.

And yes, the Grand Armada is the current patrol group of the Damnian region, as for now the coalition fleet goes unamed.

To: Grand Admiral Kurt Ulas, DRN Seven Provinces, Royal Grand Armada Flagship
From: Admiral Nikolai Petrov, Calpian Imperial Fleet, aboard HES Goliath (SD)

Grand Admiral Ulas, we`re glad that Dumpsterdam is helping us in this matter, and proving once again what an invaluable ally he is. Our fleet is aproaching the Grand Armada soon. Please let us know where you want us to position our ships. We are sending you the number of ships from each category so you know where to place us, according to your strategy.

5 Super Dreadnoughts (750 SVTOL aircraft)
12 Carriers with 988 fighters/bombers (not including helicopters,ASW,AWACS or other kind of support aircraft)
15 Battleships
10 Arsenal Ships
40 Guided Missile Cruisers
31 Destroyers
65 Frigates
25 Minesweepers
150 Submarines (most of them are with long-range cruise missiles)
+ almost 300 hundred auxiliary ships (supply ships, oil tankers, submarine tenders, amphibious assault ships, etc)

Total number of ships, without the auxiliary ones are somewhere around 360 with a total of 100,000 marines on the auxiliary ships. Please let us know in what sector you want our forces.

"Holy shit! Cap, take a look at this," the radarman told his captain as soon as the radar went haywire.
"Boys, looks like we may observe one hell of a naval battle, Radio, send out our transponder codes to both sides and let them Know we are neutral, Conn, bring us 300 kliks out,"

OOC: long winded tag

To: Admiral Oliver McClusky, CS Constellation, Ollish Flagship
From: Grand Admiral Kurt Ulas, DRN Seven Provinces, Royal Grand Armada Flagship.

Greetings Admiral, we have been expecting you for some quite some time now.

Please delegate your flagship to the left flank bastion with accompanying escort, you are to coordinate defences and deployment with Lady Admiral Raditz aboard the battleship Java. She will notify you further about where to deploy your submarine and transports in the left bastion.

Attached is a file concerning standardized Royal Navy tactics, I suggest you read it.

OoC: The file would contain FFA codes, explanations about formations, details about ships, aircraft and ground equipment used by the DDF(Dumpsterdanian Defence Force) DRN( "" Royal Navy) DRA( "" Royal Airforce) and other units.

About the current formation, think of five diamond shaped formations into one large diamond. Each diamond is responsible for its own AA, ASW and AM defences but do overlap to some extent.

So the centre, head and right flank are filled with Grand Armada units, the other diamonds only contain two temporary picket lines for ASW and AA frigattes which will be replaced by fleets from Ollieland, Newer England and Calpe.

And yes, the Grand Armada is the current patrol group of the Damnian region, as for now the coalition fleet goes unamed.

To; Grand Admiral Kurt Ulas, DRN Seven Provinces, Royal Grand Armada Flagship
From; Admiral Oliver McClusky CN, CS Constellation, Ollish Flagship

We have taken up position and are ready. Unfortunately our homeland is some distance from this area, and it takes tiime for us to reach it. We also have another force en-route (of the same size) and will be arriving in 2 days RT. We have set up an outer ASW picket and an inner AA picket. In accordance with Ollish doctrine our carriers and flagship will take up a central position and our other battleships will provide a battle screen around them. We hope this meets with your approval. As of now we are ready for combat operations.

To; Captain Boris Mirakov, Liaison between Calpian Imperial Army and Ollish military
From; Governor Kathy Chung, the Colony of Ollieland

Our forces that were under level 2 activation are have nearly reached Calpian waters. The naval contingent has split and is heading to join the "Grand Armada" with Newer England and Dumpsterdanian naval forces. Our army, Colonial Air Force and Colonial Marine Corps forces are enroute to your nation, together with medical and transport units from the Colonial Navy, ready to join any invasion of Wolfish. We will place these units under Calpian strategic command, but will retain tactical command ourselves. We will need a base area and port for these troops, but we will set up our own bases and supply our forces ourselves. We hope this finds you in agreement with this proposal.

Harding and Bartlett arrived at their destination. They had canoed most of the way down a river, but had switched to folding bicycles nearer the target, posing as a tourist couple. The canoe had been weighted with rocks and sunk in the centre of the river.

They were now within 4 km of the target and taken up as high a position as possible, but still could not get an overview of the target. It was small, most of it being underground, but from their position and with high powered laser spotters and binoculars they could make out guard positions and a general outline of the overground sections of the target. Lt Harding had also spent a day cycling round the local area, making note of radar and other military/ law enforcement installations.

At precisely 23.15 hours, Capt Bartlett retrieved his palm computer which held all the intel they had gathered, and set up his sattelite transmitter, which had been disguised as a camping stove and an umbrella. The ELF transmission lasted less than 2 seconds. He packed up his kit and returned to the tent with Lt Harding. Their tourist cover hadn't been blown, and now it was just a matter of waiting. Neither could sleep.

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The message was recieved by a CAF Lieutenant at the Military Communications Centre in Oliver City and passed on to his superior. He was a CMC Major from Military Intelligence, although he hadn't worn a uniform in three years and his beard betrayed any military heritage. Truth be told, he'd barely left this complex in the past three years. It took him 12 minutes to encrypt the message and transmit it to Colonel Xavier de Haviland in Calpe.

Forward Eastern Flank, Wolfish BG 1-06, Missile Cruiser Volgon

“INCOMING…CAPTAIN TO THE BRIDGE.”

The XO turned to the Radar Operator… “Talk to me.”

“Sir – multiple missile launches bearing 075 – 40 clicks out.”

“Alright – get me a vector and return fire with ASROC III’s”

“Aye!” called the Weapons Officer as he flipped the plastic cover on the control panel and flipped the switch. “Weapons free and FIRE-FIRE-FIRE.”

At the same time the outer ships – in this case the destroyer Tagget and the frigate Stamos – were locked on and defending the fleet from the incoming threats.

With the short range to the outer ships – the SM2s were useless – once tracked on radar the ships were forced to use the shorter range Sea Sparrows and then the CIWS weapons.

In rapid succession, each ship fired its 16 missiles (total 32), and followed those with a hail of lead from the phalanx and metal storm systems.

More than a 30 enemy missiles fell in rapid succession under the hail of fire…but 10 broke through the line – two impacting on the destroyer – and another 2 on the frigate.

The destroyer immediately began listing to port – her lower bulwark smashed by the missile – its warhead detonating inside the armour plating, ripping a hole in her side. The second missile hit the forward deck, short of the bow plate, but damaging the five inch gun and sending shrapnel through the radar and GPS antennas.

The frigate was not so lucky – her bridge was smashed by the first Principe missile, and the second detonated at the waterline directly astern, flooding the engine room and killing the engines.

Fire raced below decks, eventually reaching a breached ammunition storage locker…

CIC Carrier/Command - BG 1-06

“Admiral – we’ve got two ships seriously damaged, a supply ship sunk and three more lightly damaged.”

“What’s the status of the counter attack?”

“The Volgon and the battleship Roughnow are conducting intensive ASW activities – at this point we have launched 30 torpedoes into the area – the first missiles were off before the missile strike ended.”

“Good – keep me up to date. Signal fleet and advise them of the situation, recommend that all Battlegroups increase ASW searches.”

“Aye Admiral.”

Fast Attack Submarine Kormos

The missile launch was loud enough that every crew member heard it echo through the hull.

“Quick Quiet Master Chief.”

“Aye Captain. Quick Quiet.”

The klaxon sounded briefly and the sub went silent.

“Sonar – identify hostile or unknown targets.”

“Conn – I’ve got three enemy subs – likely from Dumpsterdam – one missile boat firing from submerged depth of about 150 feet. There could be more subs in the area especially if they’re staying quiet. There’s a lot of background noise right now.”

“Helm come to course 367…nice and slow.”

“Aye Capt’n – coming to 3-6-7.”

“CONN-SONAR – torpedo in the water…it’s one of ours…multi-multi-multi – I’ve got multi ASROCs on the same bearing as the three enemy contacts.”

Wolfish Defense Command, Camden, Wolfish

“Sir – the force build up is staggering. This is clearly an invasion force of epic proportions.”

General Blackstone looked at the digitally enhanced satellite photos – showing a multi national force staging off Calpe.

He then looked at the Wolfish Field Deployment map, “Shit.”

“General?” replied the aide.

“Our first navy is out-gunned and in an untenable position. Put together a response plan for a Wolfish withdrawal from the region…and a second plan to thin the enemy ranks. I want both on my desk by 1900 hours.”

“Yes Sir!”

Somewhere, deep in the ocean waters near Calpe…

"CON, RADIO!" The excited screams come over the mic from deep in the submersible.

“Radio con, go ahead.” The calm response of the experienced XC comes back.

“CON RADIO I AM PICKING UP FLASH TRAFFIC FROM OUR THE GRAND ARMADA…”

The XO knew something was going on but needed to defuse his young radioman. “Calm down sailor,” he interrupts. “Take a deep breath, slow down, and just tell me what’s happening.”

Everyone on the bridge had their ears perked up during the brief silence the radioman collected himself. “Con, radio. We are picking up flash radio traffic from Dumpsterdam forces. They have engaged Wolfish forces!”

The XO leans back in his chair and ponders.

“Should I set a coarse sir?” The young naive man at the helm asks.

With a smile the XO looks at his helmsmen, understanding his thirst for battle. “No. No I should think not. I will inform the captain. Monitor traffic from the command ship.” The XO begins to walk away and pauses. He looks back, “No ensign Marcus, although they are our allies, I would like to wait for the rest of our Battle Group so I know who I’m fighting besides. Anyway, they are pretty far away and I should think the fighting would be over long before we can get there. Our command has us here, and here we will stay until told to do otherwise. Don’t worry though. I have a feeling there will be plenty of fighting…and dyeing, to go around.

In orbit, above Wolfish forces

As the satellite reached the position necessary to see what is going on, streams of encrypted data begun to be sent to the flagship of the Imperial Fleet, HES Goliath. Live tracking of the enemy forces begun, and orders have been given to the fleet to engage the enemy with long-range cruise missiles.


Onboard the Super Dreadnought HES Goliath

Admiral Nikolai Petrov was increasingly restlesss, as news of the first engagements were beeing reported.

`Sir, we got data coming in from the satelites. It seems couple of Wolfish ships have been sunk by Dumpsterdam forces. Shall we proceed with the plan?`

`Only a couple? Hmm, put in motion Phase 2 of the initial atack at the same time with Phase 1. Launch the Lu-25 squadrons from the Super Dreadnoughts. Those are the only truly stealth bombers we got. The Eidolon stealth fighters as backup from the rest of the carriers. Do it!`

`Yes Admiral!`

As orders reached the ships, dozens of fighters and bombers took off, filled with anti-ship and air-air missiles. At the same time, arsenal ships were beginning to receive target data from satelites and Blackbird spy-planes above the enemy forces.


HES Ragnarock, arsenal ship

`Sir, we got long range targeting data. Feeding it into the computer. We may launch.`

`Launch Orca missiles.`

One by one, arsenal ships begun to launch their long-range anti-ship missiles. Speeding at Mach 4, one hundred Orca missiles begun their race towards destruction, engaging targets at 600 km away.


Eidolon fighter group

Capt. Gustave could smell once again the sweet flavor of battle. The decorated hero of the Genetic War was once again back into the air, protecting with his fighter squadrons, the Lu-25`s that had the mission to engage the enemy fleet.

`OK guys, you know the drill. Most of you have been with me in The Genetic War, you got the experience not to crack. Protect the Black Mariah fighters while they engage the Wolfish fleet`

As the group of one hundred and twenty fighters raced towards the battle, they tried to keep a low profile, relying on their stealth as much as possible, considering the big number of shapes that occupied the sky.

15 minutes later

`Sir, entering missile range. 130 kilometres now from first elements of target.`

`Black Mariah fighter group, launch Orient missiles. Weapons free, I repeat, weapons free.`

As the Lu-25`s begun to unload their missile load, the sky was filled with trails of smoke and fire, as from the fourty fighters almost one hundred and sixty Orient missiles were launched towards the target. If nothing, at least they will saturate up to a point the missile defenses, allowing more Orca missiles to reach their target.

`Good job guys. Black Mariah group, return to the fleet. Eidolon group, engage the air patrols of the Wolfish fleet. Weapons free on the long-range missiles.`

As the Lu-25`s turned and headed back home, the Eidolons followed, but not before launching eighty air-to-air missiles towards the enemy airplanes.

DNS TELEX

9th June, 7.57

Royal Navy scouts engaged Wolfish invasion forces, inflicting heavy casualties upon unsuspecting convoy, the fighting was broken off after resistance became too organized.

To: Admiral Nikolai Petrov, Calpian Imperial Fleet, aboard HES Goliath (SD)
From: Grand Admiral Kurt Ulas, DRN Seven Provinces, Royal Grand Armada Flagship

Admiral Petrov, we have been expecting you and your fleet for some time now, please delegate your flagship into the rear bastion with accompanying escorts and contact Lady Admiral Raditz aboard the Java concerning deployments of your ships.

Don't get me wrong Admiral, I know that this is your fight but until the first punches have been thrown I would like to see you act as my reserve and guard our sterns.

45th Revenant Pack

The pack was now silently creeping forward, the noise of torpedoes could be heard overhead and every soul upon the subs was praying for a good ending.
The Macabee class quietly slipped away, Wolfish torpedoes where off their mark to threaten it, but one of its escorts was not so lucky.

Aboard the Swordfish class Pedron a worried sonar operator turned to his captain.
"Sir, we have two torpedoes incoming, impact thirty seconds."
"Evasive manoeuvres, helm take us down six, con, stay on those torpedoes and ready the Noisemakers mortars."
The crew silently nodded, things like this where a job hazard they where getting paid for.

The Pedron meanwhile engaged in some erratic manoeuvres below the thermal layers, being able to shake of the torps on the acoustics of the other Swordfish classes. One however, was persistent, not being fooled by the manoeuvres or the other subs, only six seconds out from the sub.
"Weapons, hands on the switches, NM Party deployment, now."
The weapons officer switched the countermeasures suite on, which in a split second calculated the amount of incoming, countermeasures and deployed accordingly a grid of sixteen NM canisters in the path of the torpedo.
Testing had shown the NM to be highly effective, countering all known acoustic weaponry, but this was not a test, this was the real thing and the countermeasure suite failed, horribly.
"Impact in three seconds, sir its not been fooled!"
"I know boy, I know..."

After a few seconds nothing remained of the SSN Pedron but it remains sinking down to the bottom of the northern Atlantic, its screen of NM decoys continued to function for two hours, acting as a horrible sonar jammer to both Royal Navy submarines and the Wolfish fleet.

Royal Navy Headquarters, Tallarn.

"We've lost the Pedron sir, but we have managed to inflict some heavy losses upon the Wolfish invasion fleet, the 45th Pack is withdrawing towards the Grand Armada, it is said that the NM suite of the Pedron failed sir.
Grand Admiral Ulas tapped his desk, listening to the report, the young officer was clearly relaxed as he read the report for Ulas, he knew Ulas had a mild and kind personality and was getting too old to get mad anyway.
"Aye, have the RTD get on this, snatch a torpedo from the armoury from the Wolfish navy and test it. As for the attack, I must say well done, but now we know that they will retaliate."
The young officer nodded, having put the report back into its folder and placed upon the Grand Admiral's desk.
"Send a call out to New Endenia and Calpe, we are activating the regional defence network, the Grand Armada will be protected."

Somewhere north of Calpe

The small artificial island was one of thousands of its kind around the region at a hundred nautical miles out. Radar domes, SAM sites, bunkers, sonar stations and a local garrison of Royal Marines where supposed to keep fleets, aircraft and submarine out and now they where going to do just that.

TACCOM - FLASH - COALITION FLEET

Increase ASW searches, AA sweeps and double the amount of air patrols, be on the look out for Wolfish submarines and aircraft.

OoC: Wolfish, forget I said Principe missiles, lets just make that Lance ASM's since the Principe's work a bit differently so you don't have to edit.

As for the fleet, I am imagining of it gathering in between Calpe and Dumpsterdam(Calpe is 300km north of the Isles), but more to the east, as to leave more space for the fleet but keep New Endenia to its right flank, Calpe to the north-west and Dumpsterdam to the south-west for missile defence.

Command Ship, Wolfish First Navy

Admiral Westley watched from the safety of the Command Ship Tacit while nearly 400 km away elements of the Wolfish navy did battle with Calpe and Dumpsterdam forces.

“Sir,” said the Operations Officer, “New missile tracks inbound on BG 1-09 in the north-western element. Calpe is launching a major offensive.”

“Alright. This is what we’ve been waiting for. Once they are fully engaged have groups 20 through 30 proceed with operation Retribution.”

“Aye Admiral. Confirming Retribution with all assigned forces.”

The Admiral sat passively as he watched the battle unfold on the various radar screens and video feeds from the unmanned drones flying over the scene.

Missile after missile was engaged and shot down with precision – but in the end there were far too many incoming threats and far too few ships and aircraft to defend.

He watched as a battleship took three hits almost simultaneously – throwing bright fireballs high into the sky and temporarily blinding the drone.

Ten of his warship had been seriously damaged or sunk in the fight, including the Carrier Talamar which was being evacuated and would likely sink before morning. Thousands were dead…but…but at least now the losses would be mutual.

“Sir. Operation Retribution is ready for your command. Can you authenticate?”

“Authenticate Sierra-Zulu-two-niner-Alfa.”

“Sir – I have confirmed that code. Issuing go-order now.” he said as he entered the command into the digitally encrypted fleet communication system.

Seconds later thirty arsenal ships blew their hatches and began to launch wave after wave of missiles – 20 deadly Sunburn II anti-ship missiles each (total - 600).

Each had been programmed to skirt around warships where possible – choosing instead to hit logistical support ships within the Dumpsterdam and Calpe forces – sticking to a low altitude, high-speed approach – before their armour piercing high-explosive warheads tore into the lightly protected ships.

The Admiral watched it all unfold – the computer program that guided the missiles was quite unique – and still quite secret – it used shape recognition software to identify targets (based on satellite and UAV feeds supplemented with its own active and passive radar systems) to plot a course through, over, around obstacles (including warships in this case) to find the path of least resistance to their targets. It was, what one techie called – the next-next generation of terrain following software.

Sirik Island Air Combat Command, Briefing Room

The order had finally come down from Wolfish Defense Command – after 8 days standing by on the highest alert status, the tactical and strategic bomber wings were going to see action.

The pilots had been prepped, and the planes were being fueled and loaded. Within a few hours they’d be airborne and ready to play their part in this unfolding drama.

HES Goliath

'Admiral, we got incoming missiles from the Wolfish forces. Over 500 heading towards us and Dumpsterdam.`

`Hmm, luckily Dumpsterdam is around. With the amount of ships and air-defenses the Grand Armada has not too many will reach us. Order the arsenal ships to launch the second wave of Orca missiles. Make it so it hurts this time.`


Arsenal ships

All ten arsenal ships begun firing as soon as targeting data was fed into the computer. Each firing eighty Orca cruise missiles, with a total of 800 beeing launched at the enemy forces.


HES Dura destroyer

Captain Morod watched the radar filled with missiles aproaching the fleet.

`Sir! Some of them are heading for us!`

Morod sighed, wishing that he wasnt commander of an air-defense destroyer at that moment.
`Engage the missiles with air-defenses lieutenant.`

As he watched out the window his face went pale as he watched one of those missiles heading towards him. As the missile was desintegrated by the turrets he sighed with relief, only to be thrown out of his seat by the blast as a second missile hit the destroyer. As he tried to stand up, with blood flowing over his face, the ship was hit once again and the bridge exploded with him on it.

Missiles that passed the Dumpsterdam fleet or went around it started hitting the Imperial Fleet, trying to make their way towards the core of the fleet, where supply vessels were located. Entire waves of the missiles were destroyed but they kept coming in and finnaly the air-defenses couldnt stop them. Fifteen ships were destroyed or damaged, eight of these supply and cargo vessels, with the rest beeing destroyers and frigates that protected the outer-perimeter of the fleet.

HES Goliath

`Admiral, we got nine ships reported to be sunk, with seven more damaged.`

`Crap. Send word to the Imperial Fleet Headquarters to prepare some supply ships to be sent to replace those lost or damaged. They should be ready by the time we leave for Wolfish.`

Commander Tucker was busy with paperwork in his quarters. They had entered into the area of conflict not too long ago and he needed to finalize some things before it all went to hell. He would not finish.

His intercom chirped and his XO called out. “Sir, major engagements between the Grand Armada and Wolfish forces. I suggest we do something immediately.”

“I’m on my way to the bridge.”

3 minutes later Commander Tucker walks onto the bridge and immediately receives an update of the fighting.

“My God! Casualties must be huge! Show me where exactly the 2nd Fleet is.”

The Commander is followed to the tactical view screen, laid out like a table in the center of the bridge. “Here sir. About 100 miles behind the Grand Armada, between it and Calpe.”

“And we are coming from the North…Have the 2nd start to swing to the South and take up a positions on the Southern Flank of Calpe and Dumpsterdam forces. Bring us in from the North. Have the entire Group go to Tactical Alert. Be ready to engage!”

“Yes Sir,” the XO hurries away to send the orders.

Commander Tucker thinks to himself,
“I wish that Platform Group was closser! Another 3 to 4 days before it can get here. Why the hell did they go around the southern side of Calpe? We could use the 1400 aircraft that thing is carrying. Not to mintion the defenses! God I was hoping to not engage until they arrived.”

10 minutes later the XO again approaches Commander Tucker,

“Sir, heavy missile exchange from both sides. Heavy losses across the board.”

“Very well,” Tucker responds. “We can no longer wait to assist. Orders to all Fleets assume defensive postures. Begin moving to “all weapons” range. Order the four Arsenal Ships to conduct a 10% launch on the Wolfish Arsenal ships, take them out. 3rd and 4th Fleets, launch all aircraft. All offensive Tomcats attack, target the enemy carriers. All Defensive fighters in the air as escorts! Maybe we can just get the Wolfish forces to go home. That way we can too!”

From the 4 Arsenal Ships a total of 200 Harpoon Anti-ship Missiles launched from about 60 nautical miles away at Wolfish Arsenal Ships.
A total of 300 F-14 Tomcats from the North are en-route to Wolfish Carriers armed for air-to-ship attack, escorted by another 420 F-14’s armed for air-to-air. They will get about 20 nautical miles away and fire their SLAM ER missiles at the Wolfish Carriers one at a time for a total of four each. That’s 1200 missiles. (If you do not intercept!)

Those who can see the incoming fleet from the North, it is the rest of the 17th Naval Tactical Command Group which consists of:
~ 1st Fleet – Attack Fleet – Fleet Captain Bossweld; Fleet Commander
(2) Saipan-B Class Carriers
(10) Ticonderoga Class Cruisers
(4) Arleigh Burke Class Destroyers
(8) Spruance Class Destroyers
(10) INFDN-DPs (Integrated Naval Fleet Defense Network Destroyer/Protectors)
(14) Oliver Hazard Perry Class Frigates
(2) Ohio Class Guided Missile Sub
(4) Arsenal ships

~3rd Fleet – Air-Superiority Fleet – Fleet Captain Carlton; Fleet Commander
(5) Nimitz Class Carrier
(2) Saipan-B Class Carriers
(7) Ticonderoga Class Cruisers
(1) Arleigh Burke Class Destroyers
(6) Spruance Class Destroyers
(33) INFDN-DPs (Integrated Naval Fleet Defense Network Destroyer/Protectors)
(10) Oliver Hazard Perry Class Frigates
(1) Arsenal ships

~4th Fleet – Air-Superiority Fleet – Fleet Captain Carlton; Fleet Commander
(6) Nimitz Class Carrier
(6) Ticonderoga Class Cruisers
(2) Arleigh Burke Class Destroyers
(6) Spruance Class Destroyers
(30) INFDN-DPs (Integrated Naval Fleet Defense Network Destroyer/Protectors)
(9) Oliver Hazard Perry Class Frigates

~ Each Fleet also has submarines

Wolfish 1st Navy, Command Ship Calton

The battle had raged for hours – missiles fired, intercepted, returned…ships wounded…men dying…fires untended.

The situation was untenable. The Admiral knew that.

“XO – Status report,” he said without alarm or emotion of any kind.

“Sir…” said the young man whose face was blackened by smoke, “We’ve lost contact with several battle groups…the northern edges – and the eastern flank have been hit the hardest…I’d be surprised if we had ships floating in those waters. Several carriers are down – more are without jets…some jets are returning from battle and have to find another carrier to land on – because theirs has been sunk….Search and Rescue operations are too dangerous – too many surface fires – too many missiles in the air…”

An explosion three kilometers to the port cut off the report, as the Watch Officer interrupted.

“Admiral – the Terror has been hit…looks bad.”

The Admiral lifted his binoculars to his tired eyes and saw fire leap from the deck of the nearby battleship.

http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/f/f7/Yamato_battleship_explosion.jpg

“XO – notify the fleet – we are withdrawing – order BG 9, 12 and 16 forward to provide a picket line – redirect any available battleships to guard our retreat – and order all frigates to lay a mine field to the rear as we withdraw…any remaining arsenal ships should empty their magazines at the forward elements of the enemy fleets.”

“Aye Admiral,” said the relieved XO – who thought it might just be possible for him to exit the battlefield with his life.

The fleet began the orderly withdraw – with some ships moving closer to danger to allow others to flee.

In all, the massive fleet was down to 30 per cent of its original strength…with, beyond the loss of ships – put the dead and wounded count into the tens-of-thousands.

But, even in retreat the Wolfish forces would exact a toll from the enemy – who had likely depleted much of their own stock of weapons and defensive ammo – and who now would face another onslaught of Wolfish Sunburn anti-ship missiles.

Camden, Wolfish Defense Command

General Blackstone watched the fires burn – picked up by a satellites infra-red view of the battle field…he was mesmerized by the precision of it all…a burning battleship here – a carrier here – and that small fire must be a frigate over there…each dot measured now in pixels – but in the ocean it was measured in hundreds of dead.

“General – signal from the fleet – the Admiral is ordering a withdrawal. The fleet will make for Wolfhair Island at best possible speed – its likely some slower ships will be sacrificed.”

“Alright – call the General staff – we’ve got bigger problems…There is now nothing between Wolfish and that enemy armada.”

Screams of joy overload everyone onboard the SS Longday, Group command ship for the 17th Naval Tactical Command Group. Commander Tucker himself walks around the bridge with a huge smile across his face.
“WE DID IT COMMANDER!” an ensign yells as he runs by.
The Wolfish forces are in full retreat and that’s exactly what Commander Tucker was seeking. The Commander has totally lost all control of his Naval Group, but he doesn’t care. His men faced the dangers of battle and did so without hesitation or cowardice. They deserve some celebration time.
“Sir, Commander Grigs – Group XO – approaches Commander Tucker with a solemn look.
“I don’t like that face Commander.” Tucker responds.
“We have received communications from Command. They include new orders.” Commander Grigs reaches out with the orders in hand. Tucker does not take them. His years of experience tell him what the orders tell him to do without even reading them. “What do they say?” He asks
“We are to meet up with Naval Tactical Platform Group (TPG) #4 who should arrive tomorrow. They are escorting an Amphibious Assault Group.”
“NO!” Commander Tucker thought his orders would be to pursue the fleeing fleet. But attack the Wolfish coast. Not only attack, but invade! Who is the idiot that suggested that! And why for Gods sake. Has the Calpe Government paid someone to do this? Are they even going to help? Or friends for so many generations, and we are to invade them? This is lunacy! It’s crazy! Why…
“Sir…” Commander Grigs interrupts the Commanders thoughts. “Should I tell the crew?”
“No. Let them celebrate. I’ll tell them in a little while. They’re going to need this time of happiness to get through this war.” This was no longer a battle. No longer an engagement. This would be war, and it will include all of the incredibly vicious truths of war.

Included in the TPG #4:
(1) Tactical Platform
(11) Ticonderoga Class Cruisers
(3) Arleigh Burke Class Destroyers
(9) Spruance Class Destroyers
(44) INFDN-DPs (Integrated Naval Fleet Defense Network Destroyer/Protectors)
(12) Oliver Hazard Perry Class Frigates
(12) Submarines
(3) Arsenal ships


With them is the Amphibious Assault Group #2 which includes:
(1) Nimitz Class Aircraft Carrier
(1) Saipan-B Class Light Fleet Carrier
(4) Ticonderoga Class Cruisers
(4) Arleigh Burke Class Destroyers
(5) Spruance Class Destroyers
(18) INFDN-DPs (Integrated Naval Fleet Defense Network Destroyer/Protectors)
(14) Oliver Hazard Perry Class Frigates
Various Submarines
(2) Arsenal ship
(1) Blue Ridge Class Amphibious Command Ship
(1) Wasp Class Amphibious Assault Ships (1900 Marines each)
(1) Tarawa Class Amphibious Assault Ships (1900 Marines each)
(6) San Antonio Class Amphibious Transport Docks (700 Marines each)
(4) Austin Class Amphibious Transport Docks (900 Marines each)
(6) Harpers Ferry Class Dock Landing Ships (450 Marines each)
(5) Whidbey Island Class Dock Landing Ships (450 Marines each)
(2) Mercy Class Hospital Ship
TOTAL MARINE FORCE: 16,550

This is in addition to the forces already mentioned as part of the 17th Naval Tactical Command Group.

Emperor`s Office, Caladon City

Nikolai stood silent as his admirals were describing the plan of the atack:

`Your majesty, our forces are ready to be deployed. Paratroopers are ready to be loaded aboard heavy transport planes and the marines are waiting to be loaded aboard transport ships, as soon as we give the order. The warships are currently coming in for repairs, and other are beeing sent to replace those that were lost.`

`How about the protection of the Empire? How many ships does that leave us?`

`More then enough your majesty. Its unlikely they will be able to send more then submarines to our coasts, and the Imperial Coast Guard is more then adecquate for this purpose. Also, one of the battlegroups is staying behind, and even as they are smaller then usual, because of completing the assault group with ships instead of those lost, is still enough to protect us against attacks. Also, coastal defense batteries are finnaly completed and ready to protect the country.`

`I see. Order the fleet to set sail for the Wolfish territory as soon as the reinforcements from Newer England have arrived.`

`Aye sir!`

The Emperor turned to the window and thought `And so it begins.`

Wolfish Defense Command, Camden, Wolfish

Deep in the bunker that housed the War Room of General Daniel Blackstone a flurry of activity had broken out.

The first, and most noticeable change was the addition of armed guards – posed with their HK-G36 Assault Rifles. But more critical were the reams of analysts pouring over maps – logistic roles and troop deployments.

“We need an additional division of heavy artillery in the Western Defense Zone,” said the grey-haired Major leaning over the sandbox filled with movable models representing various Wolfish forces.

“We have a regiment of heavy guns on rail cars in Trunk Canyon…we could get them say to Avery in a week,” replied another battle planner.

“Good – thanks,” he picked up the phone by his station and relayed the new orders to the WDZ command centre on Terror Island.

“A-TEN-SION,” called one of the soldiers by the door as General Blackstone walked into the room.

“As you were.” he said as a matter of course. “Where are we at?” he asked.

“General. As you know the remnants of the 1st Navy are making best possible speed for Wolfair Island – approaching from the north – in hot pursue are Calpe and Newer England…with Dumpsterdam likely close behind. Best guess is that each is bringing along a full invasion force….”

Another officer picked up the briefing…

“Sir – at this point its too early to tell how they’ll approach the invasion…but it’s safe to say that it’s going to have to be preceded by heavy missile and air bombardments…they’re going to want air superiority – and a fighting chance of landing troops before they make a move…so – to that end we’ve place a priority on getting air defense systems fully operational – and placed rushes on shipments of ammo to those sites.”

A third officer joined in…

“As you know General, the Wolfish navy is out of position to help – but the 2nd, 4th and 5th navies have been recalled…the closest are 8 days out, 10 days before they’re at strength – which leaves the coastal defense forces as our only seaborne weapons…the CDF is well-equipped for its typical missions – interdictions, counter-surveillance, anti-insurgency and the like – but they are not equipped to provide for defense against an invasion force…”

“Alright…let’s work out some options on how to make best use of all our assets.”

“Yes General,” was the common reply.

It seemed to large to be real. Insign Gurth had never seen a platform in real life before and watching this one sail into view was like something from a movie. It dwarfed even the largest of ships from any of the fleets in the area. As it grew closer, Insign Gurth could start to see the ships that accompanied it. One by one they appeared on the horizon. As it sailed closer and closer details started to become clear. Hanger decks, catapults, aircraft on the flight deck, docks and, eventually, sailors walking around. It was a huge sailing island. “You could take over the world with one of those things,” Insign Gurth thought to himself.

On the command deck a meeting was starting. Present were all of the commanders in the area.
“Joseph, it’s good to see you again! It’s been a while.” Admiral Livingston; Group Commander for Tactical Platform Group #4 greets his longtime friend and colleague Admiral Joseph Tucker; Commander of the 17th Naval Tactical Group.
“I wish it was on much better terms Mike, I really do.” Was his response. “How did it get here? Attacking Wolfish, of all countries.”
“I know Joe, I would have never thought.” A brief pause as they try to think of something to say. “Remember the battle of Kings Straight?” He asks his old friend.
A slight laugh comes from the admiral as memories pore in. “Of course I do Mike. I was a Lieutenant. Fighting side by side with Wolfish troops. We would have never got our boys out of there without them. If I remember right, that battle got you your Commander Stripes.”
“Yep,” Mike says with a smile. “The good old days. I wonder who we’ll be fighting.”
“You know Blackstone will be there.” Joe says
“Yea, and he’ll give our solders hell too. Ya know, I bet you a million bucks Holden will be at the front of the Navy’s defense.”
“Ah, Samuel D Holden. He’s a Captain, right?” Joe asks even though he knows the answer.
“Yep. I think he has a carrier. They may have given him a fleet, I’m not sure.”
“You never know. Maybe we won’t have to find out the hard way.” Joe’s fake beliefs obvious.
“Ya, you never know.”

An Insign walks up to the two admirals. “Sir’s. Were ready for you now.”

“We’ll be right there Insign.” Admiral Livingston replies. “Their sending another Tactical Command Group Joe. The 8th.”
“That’s Pieeznik’s Group, he’s got five fleets. That’ll help a little.”
“Yea, but their going to be a while. 10 days, maybe longer. They have to go through Tropical Storm “Mary” to get here. that will be in 5 or 6 days and the weatherman says it could be a hurricane by then.”
“Weathermen have been wrong before.” Admiral Tucker says.
“Yes. Yes they have. Lets get this over with, what do you say.”
“I say,” Joe Tucker pauses to look at his old friend. “I say if you get this meeting over within 1 hour I’ll by our drinks tonight.”
“Your’ on Joe. But you’ll regret it cause I can still down-em like I could 25 years ago.”
“So what your saying is I should expect to go home with my pockets full?”
They trade a smile and turn to start their meeting.


The huge force sets out for Wolfish, and for war.

Tag

Soon, the Emperor gave the order to load the troops. One by one, hundreds of thousands of marines and their equipment and vehicles climbed aboard the hundred of transport ships of the navy, or just rented from civilian contractors. The fleet would soon be ready for the invasion.

Mid Atlantic, 136 metres below sea level

The Seawolf attack sub sat silently – all systems had been powered down to the absolute minimum – all non-essential crew were laying quietly in their bunks – on the bridge – Captain MacQuinne took another pull on his cigarette and listened.

Slowly it began…

*chun… chun…chun…chun-a…chun-a…chun-a.chun-a.chun-a.chun-a*

“Sonar…what you got?” asked the Captain – his voice barely above a whisper.

“Conn…still tracing multiple fleets – heading 176 constant – sustaining 20 knots.”

“Alright folks…make a sound and we all die,” said the Captain as he took another pull.

Sirik Island Naval Base, 3500 km South of Wolfish

Captain Sam Holden watched as the dry dock slowly flooded, lifting the Destroyer off its wooden cradle and allowing it to float for the first time in three month.

“Jesus – its about friggin time,” he said to no one in particular.”

“Sir – she’ll be ready for sea trials in about 2 hours.”

Sam turned his head slightly – his eyes never leaving the warship…

“Son – she’ll get her trials in combat – the fleet is sailing this afternoon. Tell my chopper pilot I’ll be heading back to the carrier in 10.”

“Aye Captain.”

The ensign rushed off towards the waiting helo – while Holden continued to watch the water rise around the ship. He continued to work out the conflicting thoughts that had troubled his sleep for the past three night…

…Orders for all possible speed to Wolfish….invasion forces…and beyond all reason – facing Newer England forces…it was too much – but he had a job to do, and he knew he’d do it…but he wouldn’t like it.

Office of the President, Wolfish City, Wolfish

President Todler sat at the massive desk – his eyes moving swiftly as he scanned the reports from every corner of his nation…food shortages here – poor infrastructure there – water borne illness…the list went on, until a knock at the door broke his attention.

“Mr. President – excuse the interruption. The workmen are here.”

“What workmen Val?” he asked of his personal assistant.

“Sir – you’ll recall – we need to secure the office in case of missile attack.”

“Right…right…send them in.”

He moved over to the sofa, and took a seat with his papers still in hand – but now his attention was distracted – so he watched as the burly men went about their business.

He’d been advised to evacuate the office and move to the situation room in the basement – but it was too soon for that – too soon to relinquish his grip on normalcy – so he said no, and the security detail said that they’d then have to armour his office.

The workmen were wasting no time. The current Lexan window were a mere 3” thick – which, apparently, concerned the security folks because it would ONLY stop a 50 caliber bullet…now a Kevlar curtain – reinforced with steel plates – would “supplement” the Lexan.

Each section of the curtain was bolted into the ceiling and floor – each causing the President a little pain as they bore into centuries old wood paneling…finally he decided he couldn’t watch any more and he decided to head to the roof of the building to take in the view from 88 stories up…but there he found another team at work, installing a Hawk anti-air battery – including radar disk…[ref: http://www.designation-systems.net/dusrm/m-23.html ]

“Sir – I’m sorry but you can’t be up here,” said the incredibly brave Sergeant at the doorway. “The helo’s just about to return with another launcher…and it’s going to get a little blowy.”

“No problem soldier.” he said as he turned back down the stair – wondering if they were also arming the cafeteria.

As the Battle Force began its long trip to Wolfish, the platform launched its first aircraft. 36 MH-53E Sea Dragons equipped for mine countermeasures took off from the flight deck and preceded the force checking and clearing any mines dropped by the retreating Wolfish Forces. As another precaution, the force traveled several miles south of where the Wolfish forces drooped the mines and headed at full steam. Additionally, from now on at least 4 E-2 Hawkeye, and 48 F-16 Fighting Falcons will be patrolling the sky’s and there will always be at least 6 fighter squadrons on immediate standby alert.

Off the shores of Wolfish a scene plays out very similar to ones that have played out before past attacks on a nation. Navy SEAL teams standing by in slowly moving submarines. The subs creep their way towards the Wolfish shoreline as the teams prepare to disembark. Six teams in all on six subs, each team having eight members and each with their own orders. They will take off on their own at 15 miles out and the subs will turn around. They will be on their own, but that’s the way they like it.

Message to allied nations;

All military forces under Ollish Activation Levels 1 and 2 (saee first post on page 2) and taken up position with the Grand Armada in preperation for an invasion of Wolfish.

(Calpe check TGs)

See OOC thread before posting in relation to this post

Wolfish Government Complex, Office of the Secretary of Government Operations, Wolfish City, Wolfish

Tim Chalmers really hated his job. He was a mid-level administrator on the staff of an overworked “political leader” – who just happened to be a member of President Todler’s Cabinet.

But Tim had quickly learned that being a “staffer” or “politico” wasn’t as glamorous as it seemed – typically it involved working too many hours, for too little pay and with too little recognition…it’d be fine for the Secretary of Government Operations to take credit for all “his” brilliant ideas – but – when he’s verbally abusive of his staff behind the scenes…well – that was just too much.

Tim had told that to his new friend Jonathan that he met at the bar a few months back – He and Jon were planning on more drinks tonight – it’d be good to have another chance to vent.

He picked up the folder off the Secretaries desk and opened it to insure it had the bosses initials at the top (indicating he’d read it). It did, so Tim took the folder back to his desk – pausing only to read the first couple paragraphs…

Top Secret

Briefing Note: A study in Wolfish Layered Defense
Created 02-02-2005

Mr. Secretary,

Per your request for a detailed summary of the Wolfish defense grid, I’ve prepared a short briefing to give you a sense of our preparedness for any military eventuality.

In the early 1940s, shortly after the seizure of Sirik Island from the Proletariat Revolution, Wolfish engaged in a new strategy for home defense….

Tim smiled to himself…this was about the stuff that he and Jonathan were musing about last time they saw each other. It had started over a game of darts, when Jonathan said that, with all the recent troubles Wolfish better watch out with its “imperialism” – or it was going to get its ass handed to it.

Tim had laughed at that – which had started a debate about the real ability of the Wolfish military…well, thought Tim, this little letter could win him that debate. So, without a second thought, he stuck the letter, folder and all into his bag, flicked off the lights and headed to the bar.

[ref: full text of letter]

Top Secret

Briefing Note: A study in Wolfish Layered Defense
Created 02-02-2005

Mr. Secretary,

Per your request for a detailed summary of the Wolfish defense grid, I’ve prepared a short briefing to give you a sense of our preparedness for any military eventuality.

In the early 1940s, shortly after the seizure of Sirik Island from the Proletariat Revolution, Wolfish engaged in a new strategy for home defense.

The outer layer is, of course, our offensive capability, now numbering some 44 million persons – located in bases throughout the world – including active rapid deployment troops in Dr. Twist, Sirik Island, Niue, and Bonstock.

In a purely defensive sense, Wolfish maintains a ready reserve – those soldier who maintain civilian lives, but are fully trained – of some 11 million. Roughly one third of those can be activated within 72 hours. A second third within 120 hours, and the final third within 240 hours.

This force is meant to supplement the pre-positioned Wolfish “home” armies numbering around 20 million, located in bases and military facilities in Wolfish proper.

Supplementing this are the Coastal Defense Forces, which fall under the jurisdiction of the 4th Navy – operating to protect our littoral waters. The CDF is well-equipped to repel insurgents and smuggling operations. They operate 24 diesel-electric subs, fast attack boats, cutters, ice-breakers, and the newer Pegasus hydrofoils.

http://www.fas.org/man/dod-101/sys/ship/phm2.jpg

Inside the CDF perimeter are the coastal batteries – which, admittedly are more sparse than they’ve been in the past due to budget restraints, and the extreme negative probability of an actually naval attack on Wolfish.

However, these permanent shoreline batteries can quickly be supplemented with robust mobile launchers – primarily Sunburn missiles on trailer mounts.

The Sunburn is one of the best missile systems in NS – achieving speeds in excess of Mach 3, while maintaining a sea-skimming mode. You may recall that this missile preformed extremely well in the conflict with last conflict with Aust.

http://www.worldnetdaily.com/images/20000425_xnsof_navy_Xm31.jpg

We also have the ability to supplement coastal defenses with large numbers of existing Multi Launch Rocket Systems, with a variety of warheads for various operations, including anti-ship rocket, and graphite deployment units, which damage electrical systems of the enemy.

In the virtually unfathomable situation where an enemy force lands on Wolfish soil, I can assure you that the full might of the Wolfish military machine would quickly engage and defeat any sea or airborne threat quickly and with minimal risk to our civilian population.

There are any number of other resources that I’ve left out for brevity and security reasons, however, if you have follow-up questions, I’d be happy to provide a more detailed briefing.

Sincerely,

General Daniel Blackstone
Wolfish Defense Command

Jonathan sat in his chair watching the news footage on the war, although no one except the Calpe government has actually declare war as far as he new. He had been in Wolfish now for a little over two years, and he missed his family. A two-year stint was all he wanted but this stupid war had to happen. He missed his son’s 3rd and 4th birthdays and it looked like he would miss his 5th. He also couldn’t stop thinking about the possibility that he got caught, or even killed for what he was doing. The Newer England would take good care of his family, he knew that.
His “night out” with Tim went better than he thought it would, some good information. He looked at his computer one last time, read over the message, and hit “send.” Away went the e-mail, through the transmitter hanging outside his window, to the satellite floating up in space, and to central command in downtown Devinsville. In part it read:
“To Central Command…meeting with Tim…great source…other possible sources but none with this much intel…Wolfish Defense strong…will continue surveillance…possible entrance into Wolfish Government Complex…additional surveillance required.”
Jonathan sat back in his chair and took a deep breath. He hopped beyond all hope that he did not have to try to break in to that Government Complex. He asked Tim for a tour through it, so he could look around. But Tim was hesitant, especially with the war coming. He said he would have to ask. Jonathon told him not to bother, he didn’t want the Wolfish government to come knocking on his door one day asking why he wanted the tour. Hopefully Tim doesn’t ask.
He decided to lay down. It’s 6:00 am and he’s off for a couple of days. He is planning on doing some surveillance on that Government Complex tonight and he needed a good days rest…if he can sleep.

“Sir, 15 miles off the shore of Wolfish!”
“Very well.” Captain Stign acknowledged. “All stop, bring us to periscope depth. Inform the SEALs that we are in place.”
Three “Eye-sir” rang out as the ship slowed and began loosing depth.
The SS Boulman answered all commands and raised to periscope depth. As he looked around, Captain Stign could see ships, way off in the distance.
“Captain Stign,” rang out from the back of the command center. Commander Timmalton, team leader for the SEAL team onboard. “We are position, yes?” He asks.
“Isn’t that what I had them tell you?” Stigns answer shocked everyone. “15 miles South of Barrier Island, just where we are supposed to be. You have a clear shot to the coast.”
“Very well.” Timmalton responded with an obvious tone of disdain. We’ll be off your ship in five minutes.” Timmalton turns quickly and starts to leave. He stops briefly…
“Commander! Be careful.” Captain Stign doesn’t look at the commander but he can feel the response even though nothing is said.
Commander Timmalton leaves the command center.

As the Las Angeles Class sub sinks back into the water the 8 members of the SEAL team begin rowing towards their target.

The other six teams also separate from their transporters and begin to travel towards Wolfish
Team 1: From the SS Boulman – 15 miles due South of Barrier Island
Team 2: 15 miles East by North East of Tuttsville
Team 3: 15 miles West of Wolfhair Island
Team 4: 15 miles West of the Capital City of Wolfish
Team 5: 15 miles South of Wolfhair Island
Team 6: 15 miles East of Beacon

Coastal Defense Patrol, 24 km West of Wolfhair Island

Seaman first class Johnston scanned the horizon through his night vision scope…he was, once again, on watch duty as the Commander and the rest of the squad had dinner below decks.

It was the favoured technique of Commander Tomlinson – patrol out to the edge of his area – shut down the boat – leave one crew on watch and head below….and much to Johnston’s chagrin – it worked well in tagging smugglers – but it sure was boring.

He swept the scope across the ocean again – catching sight of something slipping over the edge of one of the 3 foot rollers…then nothing…seconds past as he kept the scope pointed…there…

“COMMANDER – UNIDENTIFIED VESSEL SPOTTED.” he hollered.

The crew rushed to the deck of the Cyclone – with the Commander coming up beside the Seaman.

“Whattayagot?” he asked, the additional of adrenaline clearly evident.

“Spotted a small boat between the rollers – maybe 5 clicks southsouthwest.”

The Commander picked up a second scope and began sweeping the area… “Holy Shit Johnston…looks like you found us some druggies. Nicely done.”

Tomlinson set down the scope – “Chief – fire up the engine – let’s get us some bad guys – all hands to general quarters.”

The ship sprung into action – flack jackets were hastily re-fastened, and helmets buckled – the weapons locker was opened and the men each took a sidearm and the boarding team armed themselves with MP-5s and combat shotguns.

“Johnston – you get up there on the 25mm chain gun with Peters.”

“Aye Sir.”

The ship swung wide to circle in behind the small ridge-hulled boat – there was every likelihood that the navy ship would be spotted – but no use making it too easy for the druggies.

The “pursue” didn’t last long – soon the combat ship was within range.

“LIGHT-HER-UP MASTER CHIEF.”

“Aye Sir.”

8, million candle power spotlights beamed down onto the ship from a little less than a kilometer away.

“UNIDENTIFIED VESSEL – COME TO AND PREPARE TO BE BOARDED.”

The Commander picked up the scope again to get a view of the shocked look on the druggy’s face.

“SHIT. Kill the lights – those aren’t drug runners – they look like combat troops.”

With that pronouncement the mood on the ship got noticeably more tense.

“Chief – any scheduled Spec-Op training notices?”

The Chief ran through the paperwork on the clip board, but knowing the answer.

“No Sir.”

“Alright,” he said as he picked up the microphone. “Unidentified vessel – halt and place your hands on your heads or you will be fire on.”

He waited about three second.

“Johnston – lettem know we mean business – fire that monster across their bow….but” he added quickly, “don’t hit ‘em.”

The roar of the chain-gun drowned out even the engines of the boat as tracer rounds lit up in a line just in front and slightly above the small boat – now no more than ½ a kilometer away.

Captain Bartlett had become worried. It was obvious the raid had been cancelled or postponed, for the simple reason there had been no helicopters on the horizon at the alloted time. With no means of recieving a message, only transmitting he was stuck for what to do. The raid was also his and Bartlett's method of extraction from Wolfish territory. They were stuck.

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They cycled east down the country road together, smiling at passers by, waving at the odd child who wondered past, who usually smiled and waved back. Bartlett had taken the decision to move 6 hours after the raid failed to materialise. He had sent off a 0.5 second ELF message and then he and Harding had quickly packed and left, still under their country tourist cover. That cover wouldn't last for long, not where he was planning on going......

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The Air Force Lieutenant jumped when his screen lit up. He had not expected a message so quickly. He scanned the message, and although he copuldn't decipher it, he could tell it was highly significant.

"Sir!", he called to the nameless officer in the civilian clothes, "I've got a message from Romeo and Juliet.

"Whos it for?"

"Its addressed to the city Prince, sir" he said, knowing that it was him.

He didn't even confirm this thought, just nodding, "read it, son".

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CITY PRINCE

BIRDMAN NOT ARRIVED. MOVING AWAY FROM ORANGE GROVE INTO GENOA. WILL CONTACT THROUGH ROYAL WAVE.

ROMEO AND JULIET

Caladon City, Calpe, Emperor`s Office

How`s it going admiral?, asked the Emperor with an imobile look on his face.

`We are proceeding according to plan your majesty. Troops are loaded and the fleet is on the move towards Wolfish territory. We have one hundred and twenty fighters in the air at all times, protecting the fleet, the submarines and helicopters are hunting for enemy submarines, and we are at full speed towards the target.`

`Very good. Prepare the heavy bomber squadrons to help with the assault as soon as we gain air superiority. I want as little as possible in terms of losses on our side. Is that understood? I`m not gonna be the Emperor that kills one million calpians in a war.`

`Ofcourse your majesty. That will not happen.`

`I hope so.`, said Nikolai with a sad smile.

The eight SEALs had just started rowing about 15 minutes ago. Their transport just dropped them off.
“SHIT, SHIT, SHIT!” It came out a whisper, but he was yelling at the same time. “Commander, about 11 O’clock. Patrol boat.”
“Damn.” Commander Rulling could not believe their luck. “Get your gear on, we’ll be going into the water if they see us.”
Just as he finished his sentence the roar of the engine could be heard. Even at this distance, the pure quiet sounds of the ocean do not give much leeway to noise.
“Maybe they’re just moving on.” Lt. Rogers says.
“I doubt it.” Replies the commander as the boat starts to turn and head their way. Everyone starts to rush to put their gear on.
“Wait!” Says the commander, his mind obviously racing. “OK, listen up, He Man, Weasel, Scraps and Tech, full gear, in the water. Weasel and Tech take a boomer!” (OOC: a boomer is a brief case that is packed with explosives – enough that with the use of two you can blow a hole in the side of a warship. Also: the lifeline is a standard pack issued to SEALs. It’s hooked to the back of the boat and carries a lot of extra gear including ammo. It can sink to specific depths and keep those depths if needed.) Hero and Jo Jo, full gear and take the lifeline to 50 ft, arm up and stand by. He Man and Scraps, you two get to the back of the boat when it gets here, Weasel and Tech, when I say go, throw your Boomers into the boat one on each side then go in behind He Man and Scraps. You two will stay under water and as soon as the Boomers go off, board and shoot everything. Any Questions…GO!”
The team moves with efficiency as the patrol boat approaches from the distance. By the time it gets near, the team is set up. Only the Commander and Pops where in the boat, all of their gear was down at the lifeline so nothing is visible but the two ores. The boat approaches and lights them up. Both of them keep their shooting eyes closed just in case and blocks the light with their hands.
Suddenly the light goes of and they can hear the commander of the ship order them to put their hands on their heads. They just sit there. They get a rip across the bow with another warning. They put their hands up and the commander whispers into his mic, “Hero, they shut off the light, when I say go your job is to take out that chain, Jo Jo, hit the command center. Stand by…GO!”
With that Weasel and Tech swim up as fast as they can flying out of the water and several feet up exposing themselves all the way to their thighs. At the top of their flight they heave the Boomers into the boat and fall back into the water. As the commander sees this he hits the trigger setting off the Boomers.
The Commander and Pops jump into the water and swim for their gear as Hero poops up with his side arm and targets the chain gun with accurate fully automatic fire. Weasel does the same targeting the command center. He Man, a 6’3” 235 pound brick house, along with Scrapes climb up the backside to take on the crew.

Admiral Pieezenik, commander of the 8th Naval Tactical Command Group shuddered at the news.
“SIR! THE SS WALTER IS GOING DOWN!” A young seaman screamed from the communications station.
The Admiral tried to warn them. He tried to tell them he should not go through a hurricane. But they wouldn’t listen to him. Hurricane “MARY” had grown to be a real bitch, and now she’s killing some of his men. They mad it to the eye, but the Walter had taken on some serious water and her pumps weren’t working very well. Captain Pips told the Admiral “We’ll make it, even if I have to get out a row.” He ordered all non-essential personnel off the ship, he almost ordered it abandoned but he knew the Captain. Now the Captain would go down with his ship. There was no saving any of the crew not in this storm.
Several other reports came in of injuries and a few lost sailors who fell or got washed into the sea.
“Those damn Wolfish f**ks!” The admiral thought. “I’ll make them pay for each sailor I loose…So help me God!”
The 8th is only a couple of days away now.

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In the chambers of the Presidents two major events occur. The first is that an all out demand is telegram to the government of Wolfish. “Surrender and allow full regulation of your militaries strength or we will be forced to use force against you! Regulation will allow you plenty of military to defend yourself, but not enough for further aggression.”
The second, just as strong, was a message to the senate. “Declare War against the nation of Wolfish if they continue aggression! Give me the power to send in whatever I need to bring that nation back to the right path!”
The Senate, per the Constitution, immediately begins debating the idea!

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Jonathan sat in his chair again, typing out his report. “Surveillance completed on Wolfish Government Complex, penetration possible but highly unlikely. I have another night out with Tim tonight, will try to get more Intel!” He hits “send” and starts to prepare for a “night on the town.”

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The other five SEAL teams row on, each approach and get to within ½ a kilometer from the Wolfish shore and drop their boats. More like rafts, they let all the air out and go the rest of the way in under water, peeking up occasionally just enough to check for the best places to go ashore.

OOC: WOrked this out with wolfish, There will probably be more attacks later.


IC:
The resentment had been building since before the war, first the pre war buildup, every war had them, no matter how small, how spontaneous, there was a pre war buildup, even if it was just an increase in routine maintenance, and as nice as the extra pay was, the hours were long, hard and not as well compensated for as in the past. The war, ships coming in with all kinds of problems, some that wouldn’t have even been noticed pre war, some were the result of incompetence, some were just bad luck. The hours got interesting but the pay was still slim, conditions got rougher. And it didn’t let up, the hours kept getting linger, the pay shorter. The conditions rougher. Almost predictably the Dockworkers were the first to break, they were the roughest and the least well paid, traditionally the most aggressive. The new men hadn’t helped, whispering and poking around, asking awkward questions. The union bosses had come next and met with the workers, talked, planned. It was agreed, a strike, the government could fight all the wars it wanted but it would have to pay the dockworkers or fix and load its own ships. The new men kept whispering and asking and insinuating. When the strike came they were nowhere to be found.

It was night, the first night of the strike at the Camden shipyards, Johnny was one of the ‘new men’ he had shown up at the strike about half an hour later. The other men in his team hadn’t come, it wasn’t their turn, wouldn’t do to have the whole plan unravel due to one strikers watchful eye. He slipped passed the chaos of the strike and shadowed his way into his target, not the biggest ship at the shipyards but one of the most important, a fleet supply ship, loaded with petrol, food and other supplies for one of the battle groups at sea. They were counting on this ship leaving dock tomorrow and rendezvousing the next day. Johnny was counting the explosives in his pack. Just enough. Slipping deeper into the ship he started placing packets of C-8 shaped explosive against key structural point, deeper still he was placing them against the inner section of the outer hull. Deeper still the last bunch went on the floor, right over the keel of the supply ship. He didn’t bother leaving the ship, there was any number of ways he could get caught if he left, no chances. He set the timer and found a bunk to sleep the remainder of his life away in. fifteen minutes later his snores were drowned out by the ship giving way, the keel cracking, water rushing in sending the ship to the bottom.

Coastal Defense Patrol, 24 km West of Wolfhair Island

The echo from the chain gun had barely faded when Tomlinson saw the two packages thrown on-board his boat.

“SHIT,” he yelled…but even before he could say “COVER” – they blew, spewing fire across the deck.

Luckily the Commander had gotten his arm in front of his face before the explosion – which, barely, allowed him to see the rest of the crew blown from the main deck and into the water.

He drew his sidearm and clawed his way into the smoking remains of the boat house where the Master Chief was more or less in one piece.

“Chief – did you get the message out?”

“Aye Sir,” he replied panting, “They confirmed and dispatched a helo…they’ve also sounded an alert for Wolfhair base.”

“Good,” he said as he watched the Chief’s face tighten – the old soldier raised his gun and fired over the Commander’s shoulder into the doorway.

“DOWN.” he cried as he let another two rounds off. “Those bastards are on board. I think I hit one…big son-of-a-bitch.”

Wolfhair Naval Base

“Tower…this is Eagle Two Niner requesting clearance to F-L-8 – heading 170.”

“Eagle – you are cleared to 8,000 feet. Watch yourself.”

“Copy tower.”

The pilot cranked the throttle and pulled his SH-2 Seasprite into a brief hover before tipping her nose forward and accelerating out to open water.

http://www.navy.gov.au/aircraft/images/seasprite-arial.jpg

“Alright folks,” said the Captain over the intercom, “We’ve got a possibly hostile, unidentified small craft, and we’ve lost contact with the patrol ship. I want guns hot and everyone’s eyes peeled…Get the IR camera warmed up – that’s goin’na be the best way to pick out swimmers.”

“Aye Capt’.” was the quick response from the crew as they each checked over their systems.

“Three minutes,” said the navigator. “I’ve got a heat signature up ahead…looks like our boat – she’s on fire.”

The helo pulled into a hover as the camera zoomed in…

“Well – there are people on the boat – still can’t raise them…wait….second boat off to the west...” the camera swung around… “Alright – I’m getting some flickers of heat below the water surface…we might have divers in the water…also got several signatures near the patrol boat…might be deceased…cooler than they should be.”

“Shit…” said the pilot. “I’m not sure what’s going on here – but it ain’t good.”

“Ummm,” said the gunner manning the minigun on the port side, “Those in-water signatures…they got dive packs and are carrying guns that aren’t issued to coast patrol boats.”

“You sure?” asked the pilot.

“Yep.”

“Damn. Alright – keep an eye on them – they threaten – take ‘em out.” he turned to the co-pilot, “better radio this in.”

He swung the aircraft down and towards the drifting patrol boat to get a better read on the situation.

“Muzzle Flash – on the patrol boat!” called the co-pilot.

“Fuck. Gunner – take out that small boat and the divers!”

The response was the roar of the mini gun – blasting 20mm bullets into the ocean at a rate of 100 per second.

“Sir – the boat’s gone – but I’m not hitting the divers.”

“Alright – prepare two depth charges.”

Remnants of the 1st Wolfish Navy, 200 km North of Tuttsville, Wolfish

The fleet had lost several supply ships in its retreat back to Wolfish…and even though those ships had been stripped before being scuttled, supplies were running low.

“Admiral…the frigate Renegade is low on fuel – estimating four hours at our current speed.”

“Alright – who’s got fuel left?”

“Everyone’s getting light – but the cruiser Petersburg has some reserve.”

“Send her over to share the wealth – and get a message to Defense Command – we’re close enough now that they could start using helo’s to ferry us some fuel from the mainland…and ask where the hell those new supply ships are.”

“Aye Admiral.”

Pier 38, Camden Ship Yards, Camden, Wolfish

The Watch Officer stood on the pier need the Fast Supply Ship Burro.

“Fucking strikers.” he said to himself as he watched the commotion at the gates.

The ship was finally loaded with the supplies – critical to the very survival of the 1st navy – now in full retreat from the disastrous battle at Calpe – but these Yahoos thought it’d be a good idea to bitch about how much their getting paid. Selfish pricks!”

He tossed his cigarette into the water – and turned towards the ship.

Without warning he was thrown back 30 feet as a ball of fire enveloped him – the roar punctured his ear drums as his head cracked on a piling at the edge of the pier.

Though the roar and the pain he managed to look up to see fire engulf his ship – and within seconds she started to list heavily to port – straining against her moorings – and then she went down – fast – spewing steam, fire and smoke up through the open hatches – leaving behind a burning slick of bunker oil.

“BUDDY-HEY BUDDY YOU OKAY?”

He closed his eyes.

“JESUS – CALL AN AMBULANCE….ALRIGHT BUDDY…YOU JUST SIT HERE…”

He felt warm…then he stopped feeling.

3rd Platoon, Tango Company, 37th Recon Battalion, South Sector, Wolfhair Island

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Nellis crouched on one knee just inside the treeline – his HK-G41 tactical rifle ready.

Behind and to his left – he could hear the sniper team setting up the big McMillan Tac-50 with its deadly night vision scope.

If there really was some sort of battle out at sea – and enemy Seals were heading to Wolfhair – they’d have a warm welcome…from the 37th Recon.

“AARRGGG!” He-Man leans back slightly feeling a sharp heavy pain in his right pectoral. Seeing out of the corner of his eyes the flash of the pistol he quickly spins to return fire but only receives two more shots to his upper torso. He falls back grasping for air as his MP5-A4 9mm auto goes off into the air.
Scraps sees his friend take the hits and the direction he tried firing in. He pops up and unloads his full 45 round magazine into the window that appeared to be the command area.
After unloading his magazine, Scraps ducks and leans against the wall taking out a grenade as he does. He pulls the pin out and throws it into the window.
“Probably overkill” He thinks. “But the basterds got He-Man!”
As he reloads, Scraps Looks up he sees the running lights of a helo and squeezes his neck mic, “Incoming helo guys, from the shore!”
The Commander shits a brick, and starts thinking. It’s a good thing their gear has facemasks so they can talk under water. He reaches to the satellite radio in the life line pack and plugs himself in, “Mr. Roboto, Mr. Roboto, this is Sam-Tango-3-01. Green Giant is awake and hungry, I say again, Green Giant is awake and hungry.” The message gets to command and filters down to the other SEAL teams. Not only does The Wolfish military know that Team 3 is there, they are firing at them. Not good.

Just as Scraps reaches He-Man to check on him, he hears the roar of a mini-gun in the distance.

Under water the rest of the team scramble as their boat is ripped to shreds. Commander Rulling screams out, “Get under their boat, they can’t fire there!” The team swims with everything they can. A sharp pain fills Weasels left leg. He can’t move it but his training has kicked in completely and he is on automatic. A bullet from the mini-gun has pierced the back of his left knee shattering it and sending most of it out into the sea. With the protection of their comrades above the team, they know the Wolfish forces can’t shoot at them, but it will only buy them a little of time.
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Commander Carnella of SEAL team 5 notices a lot of extra activity on Wolfhair Island and wonders. He doesn’t have to wonder for too long as he has his team prepare the tip comes in through their Lifeline radio, Wolfhair Island is ready for them.
“Full suit, we’re going in under water from here. They’re going to be waiting for us so stay sharp!”
They put on their full UV suits and masks and dive under water. As they go in, the commander slices the side of the airboat, the wait of what remains of the lifeline equipment will pull it under in about 3 minutes. They grab what ammo they can and start swimming.

30 minutes later, they’re looking at the shore from about 500 yards out. “Where can we land?” Commander Carnella wonders to himself as he surveys the area. “Where is a save place…is there one? If nothing else maybe this will distract Wolfish long enough for the other teams to land…maybe.”

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The 17th Naval Tactical Command Group and 4th Tactical Platform Group continue on their slow trek to Wolfish territory. They are now approximately 1000 kilometers away.

Coastal Defense Patrol, 24 km West of Wolfhair Island

“Damn – where’d they go?” called the gunner – his eyes still glued to his thermal imaging scope.

“Dunno.” said the co-pilot – but you better find ‘em before they decided to start shooting back.

“Fuckit.” said the gunner as he abandoned the mini and turned to the depth charge launcher. “If they’re down there – they better get used to bleeding from the eyes and ears.”

He set the depth to 4 meters – and launched it 50 meters north – on the far side of the inflatable boat. He watched as it skipped across the water – once –twice – then slowed and sank…seconds later a column of water (and likely fish) shot high into the night sky.

“BINGO.” he called as he set up another.

3rd Platoon, Tango Company, 37th Recon Battalion, South Sector, Wolfhair Island

The order came to the mortar crew as two brief words over the radio “lighter up” – with that the fired the first star shell high over the water – it’s burning magnesium casting an eerie white glow over the black water.

The shock from the depth charge shook the men of SEAL team 3 like nothing else ever has, and it hurt! Commander Rulling could feel a tickle in his ear, “there goes my drum, Damn!”
They had taken out the crew of the patrol boat, at least everyone willing to come out to play. But the helicopter is sitting there, ready to blow the hell out of them if they do anything. He-Man is shot up pretty good and Weasel is useless. It turns out that Scraps was hit by shrapnel and with the adrenaline rush, didn’t even realize it and he’s bleeding good. Most of the men have family to go back to and now, well now most of them can barely hear, if at all.
“Maybe the Wolfish government will treat us OK?” Commander Rulling thinks to himself…”Here’s hoping!”
With the order, given largely by had signals, all members of SEAL team 3 drop their weapons and appear with their hands up, the commander has a white handkerchief that he waves.

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SEAL team 5, also trying to land on Wolfhair Island has the opposite belief in its commander, “Victory or die trying.”
The light from the motor does not effect them much. They stay under water until they are right up to the shore giving the Wolfish forces nothing to see.
They notice Nellis along the tree line but act inappropriately. They split up and land on either side thinking he is just a regular troop. They find out the hard way that he is not. In the fight, two members go down quick as they unknowingly engage the Recon force and a third is hit. The other six split up and go in different directions, which doesn’t help. Wolfhair Island, already brimming with movement comes even more alive as every troop and helicopter and piece of armor moves to tracks the team down. On several occasions all they would have had to do is put their weapons down and their hands up and they would have survived. But the “or die trying” part…it’s a bugger.

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SEAL team 1, lands south of Pentown on Barrier Island.
SEAL team 2 lands North East of Tuttsville.
SEAL team 4 lands just outside of Wolfish City.

These three teams get into their life lines and get civilian clothing, Wolfish money and ID’s and sink the boat and life line in a location they can find latter, if they get the chance to leave. They then walk into their respective town and blind in. They will quickly get rooms and set up their staging areas.

SEAL team 6 lands just outside of Beacon City, but their late, very late. Day is breaking and the sun is starting to come up. Their lifeline broke free from their boat and it took them almost 2 hours to find it.
“Quickly men,” Yells Commander Grason. “We have got to get going.” The team moves franticly to try to pack everything up.

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The Newer England Forces (and I am assuming the other forces) are now 600 km away from the Wolfish shoreline, North West of the North Channel Island. The Platform is only able to go around 15 knots. Their plan will stop them approximately 250 km out.

HES Mina, Flagship Carrier

Admiral Felix Mendelson looked around the room, and smiled. The start of the war seemed so long ago, and still, it only begun, compared to what has to be done. He looked at his staff, and smiled again. They were brave officers, ready to fight and die for their country. They were here to protect those they swore to defend, and they will do so.

`Well`, he said,`we are near now and it is time. Begin plan Retribution. I want first strikes against the Wolfish defences ... I want them to bleed and suffer like we have. Send the orders to the hunters to begin the strikes.`

And so, the first atacks against Wolfish targets have begun. A first wave of fourty submarines that were ahead of the main strike force aproached at only four hundred kilometers from the shore. And as the order came, they entered launching depth, and started launching cruise missiles. One by one, they emptied their launchers, one by one, cruise missiles were launched. Six hundred and fourty cruise missiles made their way to the surface, launched from beneath by the Cartagena class submarines. Their sole target were the coastal batteries and air defences on a small area of the shore, only 100 km wide, but they were only a drop in the ocean of missiles that will follow in the next few days.

ooc: wolfish...can you post a map of your country completed with names of the cities and such?

http://www.freewebs.com/wolfish/W%20Map%20Road%20-%20Cities.GIF

This map is the overview map of Wolfish, recognizing cities with a population over 50 million…obviously there are many, many more cities in excess of one million people.

http://www.freewebs.com/wolfish/W%20Map%20Blank.GIF

This is a generalized topographical map of the nation.


http://www.freewebs.com/wolfish/W%20Map%20Defense%20Zones.GIF

This is a map showing general defensive zones…this is useful when you need to give generalized attack coordinates (ie shore bombardment concentrated on NDZ 2).

All can be found at www.freewebs.com/wolfish

ooc: my bombardment was on NDZ 1

Admiral McCluskey felt better for being out on his own, he wasn't used to co-operating with other forces, especially in a subordinate role. They had now joined up with all the naval and seaborne army forces under Activation Levels 1 and 2. It was a proud fleet, the largest ever assembled by Ollieland. They had 2 Dreadnoughts, 2 Battleships and 4 Aircraft Carriers, all with escorting ships, plus the 3 Amphibious Assault Groups and the army ferries. Underneath them was the Submersible Amphibious Assault Group, protected by 10 Bolash Diesel attack subs, and fanned out in front of them, like a giant crescent, were 40 Skipjack Nuclear Powered attack subs. Overhead the four carriers ran Combat Air Patrols, protecting the fleet. The old admiral felt a mix of fear and excitement. It was just the right mix, he thought, as he sat back in the command chair and reviewed the fleet for the sixth time, with a wry smile on his face.

- Fleet now 750 km East North East of Canyon Bay -

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Bartlett and Harding had reached the outskirts of a huge city called Venstill and had cycled round until they were in the northern suburbs. After hiding their tourist paraphanelia in a small wooded area, they had purchased "city" clothes from a charity shop to maintain their anonymity and headed into the city suburbs by public transport.
Bartlett's plan was dangerous, but they had no choice. They had to contact MilInt command to gain further instructions. They laid low overnight in a local suburban park, pretending to be lovers on a late night stroll. The area was pretty deserted by 1am and they had no trouble hiding in the park till the early morning. Now came the risky part.
At 5am Bartlett strolled out of the park and down the street, as is if taking a morning constitutional. Half a kilometre in the other direction, Harding was trying to decide which car to steal. She chose a non-descript dark blue sedan, the type any typical commuter into Vestill would use. She quickly slipped the door lock with a foot long strip of steel she carried concealed in her jacket and got in. As she bent down she ripped out the steering column and began to rub certain wires to life. As soon as she did, the car sparked into life, but so did the blare of the alarm from under the bonnet. Shit!
Harding dove out of the car and ripped the bonnet open, her left hand ripping at wires, trying to find the alarm, her R-9 Vercho automatic handgun in her right hand. She heard a shout from her lest, and looking up saw a portly, balding middle aged man running towards her. She raised her gun and pointed it directly at him, simultaneously ripping the alarm out. The man stopped in his tracks and Harding remembered her training. Anyone not used to the regular sight of firearms quickly become mesmerised by them when they find themselves staring down a barrel. But not for long. Use those prcious seconds of indecision. Harding used them, moving round to the drivers seat and speeding off, leaving the man standing there.
Bartlett was already sprinting towards her, having heard the alarm go off. She cam screeching to a halt, and he dived in the passenger window, Harding speeding off again before his feet had barely left the tarmac. Now the police would have a physical description of Harding and know which car they were in. As they headed towards the city centre, slowing to avoid attention, they both hoped that the police force of this huge city saw stolen cars as a pretty low priority.

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The Colonial Marine Corps Captain was worried about Romeo and Juliet's situation in Wolfish, but he now had a new mission. He pulled up to the security barrier at the foot of the mountain in the north of Ollieland, and passed through three security barriers before entering the National Defence Centre, the Colonial Air Force's biggest command and control centre. He passed through a final security barrier and entered the office of Air Marshall Steve Bannion, commander of the Space Defence Group. His orders came direct from the Governor, and gave him complete access to all of the Air Marshall's satellites.

"The Governor wants a complete recon job done on the island of Sirik, from top to tail........"

Jupiter Outpost, Northwest of Eastown, NDZ 1

Officer of the Watch, First Lieutenant Paul Waddie watched the screen refresh as the AWACs beamed the latest images to his command post.

“See – there it is again Sir,” said the Corporal manning the feed.

“Comms – ask the AWACs to go to K band and narrow the field to…” he checked the coordinance… “3-4-0.”

“Yes Sir.”

It took another moment for the feed to refresh with the higher density radar scan data.

“There!”

“Alright – alert all batteries – we have incoming missile threats – must be from the Calpian fleets…notify Defense Command that our sector is engaging.”

The Command centre began to buzz with activity as troops began carefully rehearsed routine to defend their nation.

Along the coast from Eastown to Plattsville missile stations went to Condition Red – meaning an attack was underway.

The Patriot (PAC) 2s were the first to fire with their extended range – blowing open canister after canister and launching the supersonic missiles for their 3 minute flight.

The Command centre was dead silent though – as the enemy missiles got closer and closer – the PAC 1s were the next to fire – then the closer-ranged PAC 3s with their 6 canister launch system.

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But before they knew it – enemy missiles were over the Wolfish homeland – the first such occasion since the nation of Bisons was defeated 300 years ago by the joint forces of the RGGA.

“Order HAWKS to engage.”

“Sir!,” replied the Comms officer, “HAWK Batteries – Sectors 5,6,7 engage at will.”

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These much smaller – but no less deadly missile killers fired in rapid succession – blasting a hundred or more missiles into the sky in a matter of seconds.

But 640 enemy missiles in a small geographic area is beyond the capabilities of any defense system…and so it was that Calpian missiles began to strike home.

The Command centre watched as one – then two radar stations went silent – the permanent anti-air launchers at Mars base were knocked out a second later – as were the THAAD stations at Mercury and Pluto.

In total the permanent (hardened) defenses in the area were decimated – with only 10 percent operational – and other 10 percent repairable.

“Shit!” President Markinson throws the folder containing the newest report. “Did we try to contact the Wolfish Government?”

“Yes sir!” Replied General Papilion, the Presidents direct advisor to the military. “They simply ignored us!”

“DAMITT! What does the military want?”

“Well sir,” The General starts. “We need more equipment. We have many other Naval Groups in the general area and another Platform that’s only a week to 10 days out. We would like your permission to send in all of them, and more to the area.”

“If the damn Senate would just declare war,” the President thought to himself as he hung his head. “It would all be out of my hands!” The President is referring to the Constitutional clause that takes the control of the military out of the hands of the President and places it under direct control of the military IF war is declared.

“Sir.” the General starts in a low and almost begging tone. “Sir, please let us do this. We need the extra support!”

The President thinks for a few more seconds. “Very well. You have your permission. I’m calling the Senate!”

With the Presidents blessings, orders fly out to the other Naval Groups:
4th Naval Tactical Command Group, proceed to Wolfish territory,
13th Naval Tactical Command Group, proceed to Wolfish territory,
14th Naval Tactical Command Group, proceed to Wolfish territory,
6th Tactical Platform Group, proceed to Wolfish Territory,
5th, 7th, 8th, 14th and 19th Amphibious Assault Groups, proceed to Wolfish territory.

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Back near Wolfish, 17th Naval Command Group, approximately 600km north west of Harbourview.

Admiral Joseph Tucker stares at the Tactical View Screen in the middle of the Bridge. He watches as the little blips move across the screen away from the dots and towards the jagged line. The dots are ships of the Calpian and Ollieland military’s and the line, of-course, is the shoreline of the nation of Wolfish. He watches as the blips move closer and closer to the line. Some…many disappear as other blips meet them. But one by one, many of them go all the way to the line and beyond. “There goes a dozen or so Wolfish solders.” the Admiral thinks to himself as he watches a blip turn into a circle that goes out about 2 inches. “That one probably took out 20 or 30.” he thinks as another indicates impact. “This is really going to suck.” Those were his final thoughts to himself, his final brief moment of sanity before he orders his own group of blips to chase after the line.

He lifts his head and takes in a deep cleansing breath. “Captain,” he pauses for just a second and lowers his voice a bit. “Engage.”

With the word every arsenal ship in the 17th Command Group and the 4th Tactical Platform Group open their doors and fire. All eight fire 75 missiles each (600). Each aimed at targets within 10 miles of the shoreline that encompassed the four fingers north and west of Harbourview. Targeting SAM, radar, and other surface to air defense systems.

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In the North Channel, Southeast of Eastown, NES Walter Guided Missile Sub, 3rd Fleet, 17th Group

“Sir, we just received orders from Admiral Tucker.” A brings the printout to his Captain.
“Is it authentic?” Captain Sheets asks without looking up from his map.
“Yes sir.” The Lt. responds.
“Commander.” The Captain says calmly.
Commander Jokerst takes the printout from the Lt. and looks it over. “I agree sir, it is authentic.”
“As planed?” the Captain asks still without looking up.
“Yes sir.” was the Commanders response.
“Very well.” The Captain stands up and barks his orders. “Driver, if you would bring us up to firing depth. All hands, red alert, prepare to fire missiles 1 through 20”

The sub raises from the murky depths and settles in at 50 feet.

“Open bays 1-20.” The Captain demands.

“Bays 1 through 20 open sir.” comes his response seconds later.

“Fire.”

20 Tomahawks, one at a time, leap from the waters only 10 miles east of the first military base located just south of Eastown.

“Dive dive dive” comes the command. “Close all missile doors, full speed to point X-ray!”

The same scene is played out on 5 other Ohio Class subs all about ten miles from their targets so as to lessen reaction time.

50 of the missiles are fired at the first military base south of Eastown. 50 more at the military base just south of it. And the remaining 20 are fired at the airfield just north of the first base.

Primary targets for the airfield is the tower and what is believed to be the primary fuel tank(s) which were believed to be located by satellite recon. Secondary targets are the runway(s) and main hanger(s).

Primary targets for the bases are any aircraft hangers and towers (if applicable), and what appears to be armories and munitions bunkers. Secondary targets include HQ and primary admin buildings.

Detention Facility, Wolfhair Island

Major Harrison wasn’t a man to be trifled with. An imposing 6 foot 5 inches, and 230 pounds of solid flesh and bone – he possessed a quiet – but threatening manner at the best of times. These were not those times.

The captured Commandos had been quickly bandaged and led into interrogation rooms – cut off from the others by both distance and extensive sound proofing. The only exceptions were the two most seriously wounded who were in surgery to repair the damage from the mini gun.

Even so – those soldiers that sat in those hard wooden chairs were not the men that engaged Wolfish forces only hours before…

“SOLDIER – WHAT IS YOUR NAME…WHAT IS YOUR RANK…UNIT NUMBER…DIVISION AND ARMY!?!” He yelled at the first – the one the others seemed to defer to in the helicopter, as he slipped on is black leather gloves.

Shoreline, Beacon City, Northeastern Wolfish

John and Mary Sheritton had always liked their early morning hikes along the bluffs near their home.

Rain or shine – every morning they’d try to explore a new area – rarely following the same path twice.

Today was no different – they’d stuck to the denser brush – pushing their way along till they broke out into a clearing with a perfect view to the surf.

“Hey – take a look at that,” said John – pointing.

“Scuba divers?” his wife answered, “Seems weird. Don’t usually get divers here.”

“Let’s go see what they’re up to.”

The two seniors walked out of the bush – John waved – “Hey – early morning dive eh?” he yelled over to the group as the sound of the surf roared in the background.

Combat Information Centre, Wolfish Defense Command, Camden, Wolfish

“Sir, Jupiter, Mercury, Pluto are off the network – Saturn and Venus are heavily damaged and are non-functional. We continue to have AWACs coverage of the area – but, for all intents and purposes the air-defense system along the NDZ 1 shore is destroyed.”

Blackstone slammed his fist onto the table. “Damnit.” he said quietly under his breath. He took a moment to regain his composure. “Alright. Issue the following orders…”

Remnants 1st Navy, outside Tuttsville Harbour

The ships had off loaded their wounded, and were taking on supplies and stores as fast as the cargo ships and cranes (for the moored vessels) could load.

The Admiral surveyed the reminder of what was – just days before – a proud and powerful navy. Now…now it was reduced to half of what it once was – a mere 15 weakened battle groups – under manned and operating in damaged vessels.

“Sir,” said the ensign approaching from the bridge. “Sir – new orders from Camden.”

The Admiral read the message.

“Have my fleet command staff meet at 1600 hours for a briefing…we’re heading back to sea.”

3rd Navy, on course to Wolfish, Southern Approach, 1,900 km out

Captain Sam Holden wasn’t one to shy from danger…he’d always willingly volunteers for harsh commands – but this mission – this war – was insane.

Here he was – nearly 2000 km from his homeland – and he was rushing towards combat with Newer England – towards those that he’d trained with. It was…to say the least…uncomfortable.

“Sir – FLASH traffic. Updates on tactical situations.

He read with dispassion…hundreds dead – defense grids smashed – Jesus…deploying the 1st… soon enough his fleet would be in range – hopefully approaching without too much notice – and they’d smash the flank of the enemy fleets.

Coastal Patrol Aircraft, North Channel, NDZ 2 / 3

The pilot brought the jet around for its second pass through the North Channel narrows – the strip of water just north of Salzburg, Wolfish when the sonar operator ripped his headphones off.

“JESUS!” he cryed.

“What is it?” asked the weapons officer.

“Missile launches…submerged. Thank god they weren’t any closer.”

The co-pilot turned in his seat – got a bearing?”

“Yeah hang on….bearing 195 – 50 clicks.”

The pilot turned the craft as the co-pilot radioed it in. “Control this is Viking 2-1-8 – we have a contact – missile launch detect – approximately southeast of Easttown.”

“Copy that 2-18. We are confirming a radar track of incoming threats. You are free to engage the target.”

“Copy Viking 2-1-8 out.”

The co-pilot keyed the intercom. “Okay kids – looks like we’re going to see some action. We have a submerged target – likely a boomer – and she’s unloading. Ready sonar buoys and prep the torpedoes.”

The pilot cracked up the throttle as they approached the coordinates.

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“Releasing Sonar Buoy now…now…now.” he pulled the jet up to 4,000 feet and swung about a kilometer to the north… “And releasing now…now…now…” then moved further west…. “Now…now…now.”

The sonar operator was intently listening to the feed back as the buoys went active… “Good reads …still hearing the last set settle…THERE! Targeting bearing 050 – 4 km…got it on three buoys…she’s driving and diving fast.”

The pilot pulled sharp to bring the jet around to the proper line… “On track,” he called. “Launch torp 1 on my mark….” seconds past. “MARK!”

The weapons officer flipped the switch and released the Mark 50 torpedo, which dropped quickly on its drag chute and deployed – beginning its hunt at a mere 40 knots.

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Dispersed among the forward submarine screen of the Ollish fleet were the 5 Stalwart SSBNs of the Ollish Navy. Captain Oliver Roberts, commander of the submarine CS Agamemnon, looked at the code they had recieved and conferred with his first officer, his executive officer and his weapons officer. After reading the paper all agreed that the launch codes were authentic.

Roberts reviewed the targets according to the code and the weapons officer programmed the fireing solution into the computer.

"Weps, do we have a solution?"

"Aye, sir, firing solution is programmed and fixed."

"Good work, weps. Prepare all missile tubes, one through sixteen, for firing."

"Aye sir, tubes one through sixteen."

Roberts thought for a moment. The moment they and the other four subs fired, there location would be given away. They had only practiced this 'shoot and scoot' tactic once before. They would be heading back underneath the fleet, a pretty safe place, but it would still take nearly 40 minutes to get back there. The voice of the weapons officer broke his thoughts.

"Missiles ready to fire at your command, sir."

Roberts checked his watch. the launch had to coincide with the other four subs. He waited exactly 37 seconds.

"Fire all missiles, weps!"

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The sea above the subs location suddenly exploded in a gout of sea spray, replaced a nano second later by the fire and flame of igniting rockets. The missiles launched two from each sub, a total of ten at a time, eighty missiles in total. The launched lasted barely 3 minutes, but for the Ollish sailors watching from 200 km away, the fireworks show seemed to last for ever. The missiles headed off towards the Wolfish coast.

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INTERNAL COMMUNIQUE FROM DEPARTMENT OF DEFENCE TO OFFICE OF THE GOVERNOR.

80 SUBMARINE BASED BALLISTIC MISSILES LAUNCHED AT WOLFISH 1945 OLLISH TIME. 50 LAUNCHED AT AREA SURROUNDING CITY OF PLATTSVILLE, 30 LAUNCHED AT MILITARY BASE AND AIRFIELD NORTH WEST OF PLATTSVILLE. PRIMARY TARGETS ARE AIR DEFENCE INSTALLATIONS, MILITARY COMMAND CENTRES, STATIC COASTAL DEFENCES, RADAR INSTALLATIONS AND MILITARY SUPPLY CENTRES. CONTACT IN APPROXIMATELY 12 MINUTES.

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OOC - Although incoming ballistic missiles will set lots of alarm bells ringing, it is well known throughout the international community that Ollieland is an avowedly non-nuclear nation (Hope that won't stop you getting scared though!)

ooc: I'll respond to the Ballistic missile attack soon. This goes with the previous round - but took some time to create.

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ooc: I'll respond to the Ballistic missile attack soon. This goes with the previous round - but took some time to create.

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I love it!

Office of the President, Wolfish City, Wolfish

James Todler hated his office – ever since the contractors had hung the “ballistic protective curtain” – a thick Kevlar and steel barrier – his office had seemed drab and utterly unappealing. It, in a word, offended.

So he sat, and signed his papers, and went about his business in a bit of a funk.

And then the door blew in – a flurry of men – his detail – rushed the room.

“Mr. President – We’re evacuating you.”

Before he could speak – arms grabbed and dragged him (not that he was fighting them – he simply couldn’t get his feet under himself fast enough) through the door and to the elevator.

They threw him in – and the doors shut, far quicker then they normally did. And then the drop…

One agent smashed the glass on the box marked emergency – and the elevator dropped. It dropped fast.

The Office of the President was on the 82nd floor – the top floor – of one of the most impressive buildings in Wolfish.

But being that high had significant disadvantages for the security detail…namely – being able to evacuate the President quickly.

So, they’d created what amounted to an emergency escape – allowing them, with the simple push of a button – to the “President’s Use” elevator into a giant freefall tube.

Todler could actually feel his feet come off the floor – but within seconds he felt the emergency hydraulics slow the car and bring it to a stop.

The doors sprung open and the agents pushed him out – five more were waiting with MP5s drawn.

“Where are we…” he managed to say – as he looked around at the (obviously) underground tunnel.

“Sir – we have inbound ballistics threats. I don’t know the details but the evac order was issued just a minute ago.”

The waiting agents moved the President through a blast door that slammed shut behind – and then, remarkably, the President found himself on a subway platform.

The trains doors opened, and the President was pushed on – agents right behind.

The doors shut and the train took off without delay – moving quickly through a series of tunnels.

“Where are we going?” asked the confused Todler.

The lead agent – panting – replied. “Sir – we’ve rehearsed this scenario many times – just never with you…we’ve implemented a contingency code named “Sudden Thunder.” You are being evacuated from the city. Your senior staff are being taken out by helicopter as we speak.”

Todler tried to get his bearings…he looked around and spotted the familiar faces of his detail – plus a Wolfish Defense Command Major, who must have joined them on the subway platform.

“Who’s this?” he asked.

“Sir – I’m Major Edwards…Steve Edwards. I’m your authentication officer.”

Todler looked at the brief case cuffed to the Major’s hand. “So that’s…”

“Sir – this kit contains an encrypted communications link to your defense forces – it contains your decision book that will help you select response options should that be necessary – and it contains a one-time use cipher that will correspond to the code word you selected when you took office.”

For a split second James wondered if he remembered that word…thankfully he’d chosen the name of his dog – Buster.

The train thundered through the tunnel – heading to a secure and top secret bunker…

Wolfish Defense Command, Situation Room, Camden, Wolfish

“General, we are now tracking 80 inbound ballistic threats – launched from submerged forces somewhere in the northern sea.”

Blackstone took another pull on his cigar…the overpowered ventilation system pulling the smoke away quickly. “Alright – the President is being evacuated. I’ll have to update him shortly – what are the trajectories?”

“Sir – missiles are on course for targets in the Northeastern section – all within the south of NDZ 1 – likely Plattsville – eta 10 minutes.”

Blackstone turned to the Alert Officer, “Order all strategic forces to Alert Level 1. Launch the 2nd Tactical Bomber Wing from New Elgin, and the 65th Tactical from Barrier….if we’re going to be glassed I want response options airborne!”

The orders went out – and the well practiced aircrews and pilots knew their mission – get their weapons out of harms way and ready to respond…just in case.

Before the first of the missiles struck its target the President was nearing the outskirts of Wolfish – on a train 30 meters below ground – Blackstone has assessed the situation and ordered bombers aloft – and those 120 bombers – mostly B1s – had taken off with enough nuclear weaponry on board to melt a polar ice cap.

AWACs Patrol, Western Coast, NDZ 1, Wolfish

“Sir – we’ve got solid tracks on all 80 Vamps.”

“Alright – patch it into the downlink.”

The Captains voice was cool – but he could feel the beads of sweat on his face, despite the air conditioning in the cabin.

“Arrow sites have the link.”

Now the wait.

Arrow Launch Facilites, Monitored Early Air Defense Systems (MEADS), NDZ 2, EDZ, NDZ 3

“Uplink confirmed General.”

He keyed his headset microphone, “Arrow sites – you should have your confirmed target list. You are authorized to engage at will.”

At 8 sites within range of the ballistic threats operators armed and fired their newly deployed missile defense systems.

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Four missiles left each site – quickly accelerating into their terminal height – where they turned…fell slightly…and fired the interceptor projectile – a projectile with its own guidance system – now locked on one of the incoming enemy missiles – accelerating to MACH 9, and, finally detonating within the required 40 meters of the missile.

AWACs Patrol, Western Coast, NDZ 1, Wolfish

“BINGO.” called the Radar operator as the first Arrow destroyed its target.

“THREE MORE!” he said but then, with less excitement, “Two malfunctions…self destruct activated.”

“What’s the incoming count down to?” asked the Captain after another round of hits.

“Sir – of 32 Arrows – 6 missed or malfunctioned – 26 destroyed the incoming threats – that leaves 54 ballistic threats still on target.”

“Dear God,” said the Captain as he watched the tracks roll across the screen. “60 million people have about a minute to live…and they don’t know it.”

Central Highschool, north of Plattsville, Wolfish

Todd Morgan looked up at the ball of fire – just as Pete threw the ball – hitting his friend right in the nose.

“Fuck me!” yelled Todd, as tears began rolling down his face. “That hurt.”

“Well you should’ve caught it then Dumbass!”

Todd then remembered… “Whatta you suppose that is?” he said as he pointed into the sky.

“Dunno – plane on fire?”

Seconds later they had their answer as sirens began to sound in the school yard – and the fireball landed about 10 km away at the military base. The explosion threw a mushroom shaped cloud high into the air…

Wolfish Defense Command, Situation Room, Camden, Wolfish

“HIT!” called the tracking officer. “HIT!” he said again…then a pause.

“What is it son?” asked the General.

But the young officer ignored him (perilous decision typically). “Hey Jonesy,” he called out, “Switch to IR SAT BRAVO.”

The main screen in the situation room switch to an infra red image of the northern half of Wolfish – taken from a geosynchronous satellite over Wolfish.

“Zoom on NDZ 1.”

He did.

“General – the missiles are not nuclear – or of very small magnitude – like below 5 kiloton. We are not getting the massive heat sigs that we’d expect.”

“Alright,” said the General, “Let’s get on-the-ground confirmations people.”

TO; ADMIRAL OLIVER McCLUSKY
FROM; DOD, OLIVER CITY

You are hereby given recognition as CinC Colonial Navy for all Ollish naval forces within a 3000km radius of Wolfish. In addition you are hereby named as commander of the newly named 1st FLEET, to encompass all ships currently in or near Wolfish waters. This fleet to be broken down into five taskforces as follows;

- SWORD - 1st Amphibious Assault Group, 1st Battle Group, 1st Air Carrier Group, 10 x Skipjack Subs

- SCIMITAR - 2nd Amphibious Assault Group, 2nd Battle Group, 2nd Air Carrier Group, 10 x Skipjack Subs

- SABRE - 4th Amphibiuos Assault Group, 3rd Battle Group, 3rd Air Carrier Group, 10 x Skipjack Subs

- FOIL - 5th Amphibious Assault Group, 10 x Bolash Subs, 5 x Stalwart Subs, 10 x Skipjack Subs

- CENTRE - 4th Battle Group, 4th Air Carrier Group, all ships in area from the Science and Medical, Auxillary Support, Auxillary Transport and Auxillary Shore Support Groups

Two more fleets have departed Ollieland en-route to the area. 2nd Fleet consists of 6th and 7th Battle Groups and 6th and 7th Air Carrier Groups. It will approach the region from the north and is under the command of Admiral Giles Bentley. 3rd Fleet consists of 8th and 9th Battle Groups and 8th and 9th Air Carrier Groups. Attached to this fleet is Taskforce CUTLASS, consisting of 4th Amphibious Assault Group, 5th Battle Group and 5th and 10th Air Carrier Groups. This fleet will approach the region from the south and is under the command of Admiral Oliver Mancini.

Internal Communique From Department Of Defence To Office Of The Governor

Of 80 Missiles Launched At Wolfish Targets, 54 Reached Targets At 1956 Ollish Time. 26 Were Shot Down By Hitherto Unknown Wolfish Anti Missile Systems. Widespread Damage Caused To Military Targets, Estimations Of Dead And Damage As Of Yet Incomplete. Wolfish Response Has Been Launch Of Number Of Strategic Bombers From Two Locations Inside Wolfish. As Our Attack Was Non-nuclear, It Is Highly Likely That Any Wolfish Response Will Be Of Conventional Means.

Operation Retribution

9th Air Combat Command, Barrier Island, Wolfish

The plan – like most military counterstrikes – had been hastily constructed…but it called on the best and the brightest that Wolfish had to offer – and gave them a chance to strike back at the foes that had been killing their friends and families.

Those picked to head in first were from Plattsville, Canyon Bay, Eastown – and a hundred smaller cities and towns in the northwestern part of Wolfish…they would be the first to push the button and unleash fire upon the foe.

The technical briefing had just been completed – and now, with the base under tight lockdown to prevent any information from leaking to the enemy – the crews made their way to their aircraft.

It took over half an hour to get each crew member into their plane – and to conduct preflights – but soon everyone was ready.

“Barrier Control – this is Badger One Lead. Request permission to depart to FL4 (4 thousand feet) heading 0.”

“Badger One – you are cleared.”

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With that, 40 B1s pulled from their slots and formed up along the taxi way – the lead plane pulling onto the runway…he keyed his intercom.

“Alright kids – let me hear “go” or “no-go”…Weps…(GO!) – Def (GO!) – Pilot (Go Boss!)..Alright. Let’s hit the sky.”

The bomber throttled up and slowly climbed with its full load.

4th Air Combat Command (previously assigned to the 1st Navy), North Station, North Channel Island

The fighter pilots, AWACs, Wild Weasels and various support pilots had just got their briefings – and were now walking through the various scenarios in their heads.

“Alright – so once we release – we’re outta there right?”

“Well – provided there isn’t a Calpian fighter in front of you – yeah.”

“Fair enough.”

The nervous banter continued – these were the pilots that had already seen the most combat action of any living pilot in Wolfish – they’d survived the naval battles of Calpe and had made it home.

Now they were being called back into action – to support Operation Retribution…and while they were nervous – they were equally ready for their country to hit back.

Badger Flight, Operation Retribution

Flying low and fast was more of an art than a skill. And this flight was going to be a masterpiece.

The airspeed indicator was pegged at MACH 1.2, and the altimeter was showing about 1,000 feet between them and the wave tops.

They had rounded Beacon point about 100 km from the shore – and were heading towards the northern coast of North Channel Island – when they began to see the fighters circling to meet them.

“TALLY HO,” call the pilot. “We’ve got friendlies at 11 o’clock high.”

The Flight Commander checked his watch – right on time. He keyed his mic. “Retribution is a go. Radio silence now in force. Good hunting folks.”

The B1s dropped their height as the two squads (200 jets per squad) of previously carrier-based F-35s pulled ahead and slightly above.

The distance grew between the flights – and between each individual plane as they took up their attack posture.

At 10 p.m. – just after the sun fell below the horizon – the first shots were fired.

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The F-35s rode in – about half at 10,000 feet the rest below 5,000 – the first to engage were assigned to take out the combat air patrols of the Newer England fleet – while elements behind fired off 2 HARM (anti radar missiles) at the AWACS and at the first line of NE ships making up the picket line.

“FOXFIRE!” cried a pilot as radio silence was broken with the first launch, and his two HARM missiles leapt off the rails. He quickly switched to the Sidewinders and tried to engage enemy fighters.

Forty kilometers behind the B1s dropped lower still – now barely 130 feet above the waves – traveling twice the speed of sound.

Two bombers were assigned to each specific target – its approximate location plotted by satellite and fed to the onboard computer, which programmed the weapons.

The first barrage from the lead B1s targeted picket line vessels – the second – the destroyers and cruisers set within the parameter – the next the defended troop transport and amphibious assault vehicles.

Each B1 was loaded with 12 AGM 154 Joint Stand-off Weapons (JSOW) variant “C” designed to penetrate deeply into hardened mobile target – and then explode with devastating consequences.

The last section of four aircraft were assigned the deepest target – one of Newer England’s carriers – and so it was that 48 JSOWs were lobbed from 64 km out – at a single ship.

[to clarify – each of the 200 B1s carries 12 JSOWs. Four bombers target one carrier (48 bombs) the remainder 196 bombers targeted 98 different ships with a total of 1176 JSOWs. – assuming that all make it to that point, which is unlikely.]

Operation Retribution

The last section of four aircraft were assigned the deepest target – one of Newer England’s carriers – and so it was that 48 JSOWs were lobbed from 64 km out – at a single ship.

[to clarify – each of the 200 B1s carries 12 JSOWs. Four bombers target one carrier (48 bombs) the remainder 196 bombers targeted 98 different ships with a total of 1176 JSOWs. – assuming that all make it to that point, which is unlikely.]

OOC Is this attack aimed at the New Englander fleet only or at all three fleets, Calpian and Ollish?

OOC Is this attack aimed at the New Englander fleet only or at all three fleets, Calpian and Ollish?

Just NE - but don't worry....I'm writing up something special for you too. ;)

Gee, thanks! :D

He’d been through interrogation training, he knew what to expect, but it’s totally different when you’re sitting in a chair, helpless, with a very large man standing over you. Commander Rulling’s insides turn and he starts to question whether or not he can take it. “Will I break?” He asks himself, as many other POW’s have in the past.

“SOLDIER – WHAT IS YOUR NAME…WHAT IS YOUR RANK…UNIT NUMBER…DIVISION AND ARMY!?!”

The interrogator finally starts. “Damn he’s loud!” the Commander thinks.

“Leon Rulling, Commander…” He pauses for a second, “How much information should I tell them?” he wonders to himself. They have been taught to give name, rank, serial number, and where they were from. They always said nothing else. Not the unit number or his mission or nothing. “What’s it matter if they know what unit I’m from?” he asks himself. There has to be a reason for it. He finishes his response, “Commander, The Newer England Navy, Serial Number R995-L346-5464-0049-G.”

“I guess now is when he hits me?” the Commander thinks. “This is really going to suck!”

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Commander Grason of SEAL team 6 was really getting pissed. They were so far behind he’d have to let command know when he gets a chance. “I should have just let the damn lifeline go!” he whispers out loud.

“You know we needed the explosives to finish our mission,” Lt. Crawford reminds him. “without them we might as well have went home!”

The commander knew it was true, but still…

All the sudden “Hey – early morning dive eh?” two elderly people walk out from the brush.

“SHIT!” Grason thought. “We were so worried about packing up we lost total bearing on our perimeter.”

Jones reacted for a second the way military men on a mission do and reached into his backpack for his gun. He stopped just as he grabbed it, still in the pack.

A brief pause created a bit of uncertainty, “Deep Sea fishing actually. We’re collectors and night time is the best time to do it.” Chris was always the quick one of the group!

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As they started firing their missiles the communications officer tells the captain the news, “Captain, we’ve been spotted!”

Captain Sheets was usually a very calm man, but this was news he did not want to hear.

“REPORT!” The captain barks.

“Sir, I’m intercepting a radio broadcast on a Wolfish channel, it has to be us. Their reporting a missile launch, and the origin is real close!”

They had turned all sonar and radar systems off as to not give away their position, the only way they could have been seen is if someone was right their to witness the seconds when the missiles fired.

They activated all systems and started watching…

Just as they were diving to get away, “SIR, Sonar contact…Three buoy’s in the water!”

“Shit, She’s a tracker! Prepare all countermeasures, sound the alert! There’s going to be a torpedo or two right behind us.” Red lights started flashing throughout the sub, the crew knew what that meant. They were being attacked.

“TORPEDO IN THE WATER! Bearing 165. Time to impact…65 seconds.”

“There will be no impact Lieutenant.” The captain says sounding confidant. “Increase the dive to 15 degrees, right full rudder, standby lower countermeasures.”

The crew reacts just like they did in training, the training kicks in and they have no real choice in the matter.

The sub dives as quick as possible as the torpedo tracks.

“45 seconds” the report yells out.

“30 seconds,”

“20,”

“Standby!” the Captain speaks in a normal and calm voice.

“15 seconds.”

“Now,” Captain Sheets whispers. Than he barks as a Captain should, “Left full rudder, 15 degrees up bubble, stand by countermeasures and quick quiet, tell me when we have full rudder response”

The sub begins to turn upwards and left as it makes the quickest turn possible.

“Full rudder response Sir.”

“Impact in 8 seconds!”

“Quick quiet, fire all ventral countermeasures!”

The ship shuts down, breaks stop the screw and any system that can make a noise it turned off. Because of the rudders the ship continues turning upwards and left as the countermeasures fire of from below. The torpedo turns and seeks out the countermeasures blasting them to hell. The entire sub rocks as the shock wave hits.

“Sir, we have leaks in several sections, but nothing serious.”

“Very well, full speed, 15 degree down bubble, lets get out of their range!”

Seconds later, “Sir, horizontal rudder controls not responding, I can’t dive. We’re stuck at full 15 degrees up!”

“What! The damn torpedo got too close. Full reverse, bring us to a complete stop! Flood all tanks. We’ll sink from weight if we have to.”

Slowly, the sub begins to gain depth.

OOC: I'll respond to the attack later, got a couple of things to do.

Harding pulled the car up outside of an interenet cafe two hours later. Bartlett slipped behind the wheel and drove round the corner, whilst Harding went in and ordered a coffee, trying to blend in with all the other early morning office staff, getting their caffiene fix before work.

The waitress brought the coffee over to her at the corner table she had chosen, to afford her a little more privacy. She smiled and thanked her, waiting for her to move away before typing out her e-mail, a request to the Prince for instructions, signed Juliet. She fired it off to the cover e-address used by Military Intelligence Operations (MilIntOps), then sat beck and waited nervously for a reply.

Thankfully it came within 4 minutes;

TO JULIET. YOU AND ROMEO TO PROCEED TO LOCATION 991 AND AWAIT ARRIVAL OF CAPULETS AND MONTAGUES. YOU WILL FACILLITATE MONTAGUES ARRIVAL AT 991D. THE PRINCE

Sarah logged out and drained her coffee, leaving quickly. She jumped in the car parked around the corner, and Captain Bartlett sped off. This was the most dangerous thing they had done yet. The Wolfish government would intercept the e-mail within minutes, and if they got a description
from the waitress and linked it to the police report of the stolen car, Harding's cover was blown.

"Well, did it work? Did the Prince send instructions?"

"He certainly did. We've got to get out of the city and head north...."

OOC: Approved by Wolfish, and with full respect for recent events.

Alex had no trouble passing through security at the rail station in Camden. After all, all he was carrying was a briefcase full of unimportant documents. He passed other passengers heading towards they’re seats and sat as close to the engine as he could. The train slowly got under way a few minutes later. The train slowly picked up speed and eventually was going all out. An hour or so later the train began breaking to pass the rail- head into the whole of NDZ-1. As the train continued closer to the rail-head Alex stood up, taking his briefcase he started moving forward, pushing past a steward he started moving quicker and pushed on to the open platform between the passenger compartments and the engines. He ignored the protests of the stewards and closed the door behind him. Leaning up against it to prevent anyone inside from opening it he opened his briefcase, letting the papers flap out he ripped the lining revealing the bricks of explosive. He emptied his pockets and started inserting the detonators and dropping the bricks under the moving train. Leaving a few bricks in the case he pulled out his cell phone and dialed a number. A small device in the briefcase picked up the call and sent out the detonation signal blowing up the bricks that were passing under various compartments and the few left in the case severing the bulk of the train.

A knock came on Admiral Mike Livingston’s door. He was the Commander of the 4th Tactical Platform Group, and was put in charge of all forces in the Wolfish area.

“Come in.” he said.

A young Ensign entered the room, “Admiral Kingly thought you should see this ASAP Sir.” he says as he hands a piece of paper to the Admiral.

The Admiral looks over the paper, reading it thoroughly. “Have Admiral Kingly take us to Alert Level 2 and send this information to our allies. I’ll be up in a bit.”

“Yes Sir.” and the Ensign runs off to relay the orders.

“Open transmission to all allied forces in the area. Satellite recognizance has picked up Wolfish bombers taking off from area runways. Destination unknown, lost after takeoff. Please take appropriate precautions!”


Each Carrier would now have 10% of its fighters in the air at all times. The Platform will have 5% up at all times. Continuous monitoring for any possible subs or other attacks will be thorough and constant.


Admiral Livingston and Admiral Kingly stand outside, on the observation deck of the huge Tactical Platform.

“It’s a beautiful night Jason,” Livingston comments. “I hope it’s a little darker when we land!”

“The weather forecast says it should be cloudy, but that so far away and you know how inaccurate they can be,” Kingly responds. “They’ll be more likely to see our landing craft.”

“Yep. Either way the show must go on I guess.” Admiral Livingston looks down into his cup of tea. “God I thought we were past this kind of thing. I’m tired of ordering young men to die. It makes no sense why would Wolfish do this.”

“I think it will find a way to happen no matter what.” Kingly now stands and looks out over the water, and the surrounding force of naval ships. “It’s human nature to seek conflict. We just have to be there to lessen the harm as much as possible.

A long pause as the two consider those words.

“How do you think the landing will go Admiral?” Kingly asked the question but knows the answer.

“It’s going to hurt Jason, it’s going to hurt bad.”

“Sir’s” a Captain busts out of the door to the bridge. “We have incoming!”

“What do you got?” Livingston asks as he follows the Captain to the bridge.

“Sir an E3-Sentry is reporting about two hundred fighters on an intercept course, there at about 10,000 ft and closing fast at the extreme range of our radar, bearing 315.”

“Those bombers we saw them launch,” Kingly reminds Livingston as the two look at each other.

“They’re probably right behind those bombers!” Livingston finishes. “What’s in the air now?”

The duty officer is quick to respond, “We have 40 F-16 Fighting Falcons up, the 17th Group has a combined 120 F-14 Tomcats up, and the Amphibious Group has another 20 Tomcats in the air.”

“Have them circle around our force, form up behind our missiles. Have the INFDN-DPs (Integrated Naval Fleet Defense Network Destroyer/Protectors) from the 17th group launch 4 Sea Sparrows each, that’ll dwindle them a little. Send in the 140 F-14’s and 40 F-16s right behind them. Begin launch of all tactical aircraft.”

The force becomes dimmed in smock as the 332 Sea Sparrows launch and raise up to chaise down their targets. The air above the force slowly starts to look like a swarm of bees as the remaining tactical aircraft one by one take off.

A few minutes later as the force of 180 aircraft get closer to their enemy, their radar shows a disappointing sight. “Red-1-Alpha, this is 17101-Alpha, now picking up additional fighters at approximately 5000 ft, right behind the first group.”

“Roger that 17101-Alpha, engage at will.”

“Red-1-Alpha, this is 17101-Alpha, the second group is firing missiles, you’re going to have additional inbound!”

“Copy that, we are tracking!”

The satellite high in the ski was already tracking the inbound HARM missiles (4000). The Integrated Naval Defense Network was about to get tested. As they approached several were chasing down the E-2 Hawkeyes and E3-Sentrys who mostly turned off their radar’s and took evasive actions.

“All Protector ships, fire at will!” The Admiral ordered.

The THEDL’s (Tactical High Energy Defensive Laser, or TDL) on each protector ship roared to life firing at the incoming missiles. One by one the incoming HARMs fell as they got closer and closer. Finally in range, Patriot missiles leap off their launchers and proceed to chase down their targets as the TDL’s continue to fire.

“Sir, we’re overheating,” Ensign Newman, aboard the NES Madison at the front of the 1st fleet has never seen combat and was a bit hyper. “The computer’s going to shut down our TDL!”

“Override! It can’t shut down!”

The shut down procedure was overridden and the TDL continued to fire. After taking down two more missiles, and missing twice as well, the equipment gave out. Sparks flew both on the bridge and in the TDL control room. The operator in the control room screeches as he is electrocuted to death.

“Shit!” yelled the captain. “Tell command our situation!”

The remaining HARM missiles continue inbound as all forces do what they can to knock them down. But the combined speed of the missiles, limited range of defenses and shear numbers overwhelmed the outer forces of the 1st Fleet. Missile after missile began striking the outer ships. Cruisers, destroyers, frigates, and the protector ships were all hit. Some sank, some were just damaged, but many lives were lost.

“What do we have up now,” The Admiral starts. “Fuck it, never mind. Whatever is in the air right now, send it forward to chase those ass holes down!”

With the order another 200 F-14s, 60 F-15s and 60 F-16s take off after the Wolfish forces.

In the continuing battle, heavy losses were taken from the bombers as well. Inbound missiles were shot down, missed, and just not gotten to. The heavy defenses stood up well comparatively. Many ships were lost, many more were damaged some of them being now useless.

“Sir,” Admiral Kingly utters. “They went after the amphibious force.”

“Did they get anything?” Admiral Livingston asks.

“No, but they will if we just sit here. I say we try to land our forces now!”

“Now, with such a small number. Why not wait for the rest of the amphibious forces?”

“Sir, we need to hit them now. Think about the demoralizing effects. Right after they try to strike back, we land on their shoreline. I think we can do it sir.”

“Very well, we’ll land, tonight. In about 4 or 5 hours. Give me a full report.”

The report is demoralizing:
1 Saipan-B aircraft carrier lost
8 Cruisers lost, 1 damaged
all 4 Arleigh Burke Class Destroyers lost
5 Spruance Class Destroyers lost
2 Arsenal ships lost
6 INFDN-DPs (Protectors) lost, 2 damaged
5 Frigates lost, 1 heavily damaged, 3 damaged
as well as several supply ships.

In addition the attack on the amphibious force damaged several ships and sunk one distroyer.

The first fleet is moved to the rear while the remaining force takes up a more defensive position. To insure that the force is not caught at any kind of surprise, Alert level 1 is activated. At all times, half of the available UAVs are in the air and patrolling as far out as possible. 25% of all available aircraft are airborne and all systems are maintained at the ready.

OOC: Your first group of fighters, at 10,000ft = shot at by 332 Sea Sparrows, than attacked by 40 F-16,s and 140 F-14s.
Your second group and the bombers were atacked by 200 F-14s, 60 F-15s, and 60 F-16s

Admiral Livingston considers what needs to be done. His time table had been pushed up enormously with the order land and he needed some things done. He orders an all out barrage on the Wolfish shoreline. Tomahawks from throughout the force rise up from ship after ship, including the occasional sub, and race to the shore. SLAM ER missiles are shot off as well from aircraft. For the next four hours, the shoreline around Harbourview is decimated for approximately 150km in each direction.
During the bombardment, a dozen missiles were also shot at the large power station West of Eastown.
Additionally, half a dozen were specially programmed. They raced up the river oposit of Canyon Bay and South of the North Channel. Programmed to only skim the waters at 550 miles per hour. Their target? TAL 4 prison. The hope is that the prisoners will start a riot and even a break out causing a massive distraction for Wolfish.

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“SIR, incredible news, one of our E-2 Hawkeyes spotted a huge Wolfish fleet inbound. They don’t think they were spotted.”

Onboard the NES Hopper, Captain Michaels hurries to the command station. The captain is new at his post and eager to make a name for himself, no mater what the cost. He had risen through the ranks fast because of political connections and no one really respected him, not even his own men.

“Turn to starboard, heading…091, full speed ahead.” was the captain’s orders.

“Sir,” his XO interjects. “We only have 52 combat vessels, our readings show they have hundreds. We can not attack.”

“We can, and we will. We must slow them down. Give our other forces time to land and consolidate around Wolfish. I have a plan, the men are not going to like it so I need your assistance in making it happen. This is what we do…

The fleet turns and heads on an intercept course for the Wolfish 3rd Fleet.

The 4th fleet, 13th Naval Group, consists of;
2 Nimitz carriers
2 Saipan-B carriers
4 Cruisers
6 destroyers
20 INFDN-DPs
12 Frigates
1 Arsenal ship
6 subs

`Admiral?`, said a timid voice

He turned his head, just to see a young officer standing behind him and waiting to be allowed to speak.

`Yes lieutenant?`, he said with a smile

`North England fleet has been atacked by missiles. They have suffered heavy losses sir.`

`I see. I`ll be right there.`

The admiral turned back and watched for another moment the restless sea, then sighed, and left the deck. He walked slowly towards the command deck, almost wishing that the war would be finished by the time he arrived there...but it didnt. As soon as he set foot on the bridge he started barking orders.

`I want air patrols increased from now on. At least 120 fighter in air at all times, and 80 more at red alert, ready to take off in 5 minutes if needed. And i think its time for another shot at the Wolfish defences. This time I want all arsenal ships to take part, and have a shot at their airports and military bases. Use the data from sattelites and target runways, hangars. Also, I want secondary atacks on two military bases. All targets are in NDZ 1. Send orders to the arsenal ships.`

The bridge was filled immediately with voices of the officers, as they started planning and submiting orders to the arsenal ships. Three hours later all hell broke loose. All ten arsenal ships that were part of the fleet started unleashing their cruise missiles, and minutes later 1300 of them were skimming the sea and aproaching NDZ 1. They split from the main group about 200 km from the coast and begun to pick their targets.

ooc: the missiles split in 8 groups: 5 groups of 200 missiles for the 5 airports in NDZ 1, 2 groups of 100 missiles for the 2 military bases there, and 100 missiles for the power plant in that area.

Admiral McCluskey studied the telex in his hand, reading the report of the Wolfish missile attacks on the Newer England Fleet.

"Commander, take the fleet to red alert. I want everyone combat ready within the next fifteen minutes."

"Yessir", replied the commander, knowing that most of the fleet was combat ready already.

"Wheres CAG?" said the grizzled old Admiral.

"Here, sir" replied the Commander Air Group.

"Liaise with the other three Air Carrier Groups. I want a Combat Air Patrol of 20 SZ2 Albatross fighters over each of the Sword, Sabre, Scimitar and Centre taskforces, with the rest of the fighters on plus 5, and all other aircraft on plus 15."

CAG ran off to the comms suite and the bridge of the CS Constellation suddenly took on a bustling, busy attitude. The Admiral chose to share his knowledge of closing Wolfish fleets with the senior officers only, knowing they would reach them before the Ollish reinforcements arrived.

3 minutes later the Ollish seamen could see the rerassuring sight of the Albatross fighters patrolling overhead. Those on the four Nanticoke-class aircraft carriers were less reassured, as they loaded up the Vulture strike aircraft and the Skyshark fighter bombers with 1000lb air-to-surface munitions.

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The 2nd and 3rd Ollish fleets were steaming west, now about 6500 km east of Wolfish. Admirals Bentley and Mancini shook hands on the flight deck of the CS Woodstock, and Bentley returned to his flagship by helo. 10 minutes later the fleets split up, 2nd fleet heading north west and 3rd fleet heading south west.

Mancini sat down in his cabin with the Captin of the CS Woodstock, and both fished out their safe keys. Mancini opened the safe and tore open the sealed orders he had, concerning Taskforce Cutlass which was attached to his fleet. His eyes widened as he realised their target.

"Best get Colonel August over here from the 3rd AAG, we are going to have to talk...."

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Grand Air Marshall Chris Covington walked into the office of the commander of the Colonial Air Force Strategic Attack Group and slammed down a piece of paper. The Air Marshall sitting at the desk almost jumped at the sight of his boss and leapt up and saluted. Reading the paper, signed by the Governor and the joint chiefs, and after talking to the Grand Air Marshall for 5 minutes, hepicked up the phone on his desk and just said "condition Green, prepare 2nd and 3rd wings for ops. Targets to follow...."

At air bases all over southern and eastern Ollieland air crews were scurrying everywhere, preparing aircraft for take off, loading munitions, plotting flightpaths and researching targets. Within the hour, 20 Squadrons of strategic attack bombers were simultaneously taking off from Ollieland, fully fuelled for the long journey to Wolfish and ready for action.

INTERNAL COMMUNIQUE FROM DOD TO OFFICE OF THE GOVERNOR

AS OF 1240 OLLISH TIME 20 SQUADRONS OF THE 2ND AND 4TH STRATEGIC ATTACK WINGS (CONSISTING OF 260 SZ4 WARBIRD STRATEGIC BOMBERS AND 40 SZ5 SNARL ELINT AIRCRAFT) TOOK OFF HEADED FOR WOLFISH . 4 SQUADRONS EACH ARE TARGETED AT; MILITARY BASE NORTH EAST OF PLATTSVILLE, MILITARY BASE EAST OF HARBOUR VIEW, MILITARY BASE SOUTH WEST OF EASTOWN, PORT NORTH WEST OF PLATTSVILLE AND POWER PLANT EAST OF EASTOWN

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Bartlett and Harding (alias Romeo and Juliet) had driven through the day and night, and were now at a cross roads, 600 km north of Venstill and 600 km west of Plattsville. From what they could see they weren't being tailed (from what they could see), but neither were taking any chances. Both were travelling with their handguns drawn and were very tense. Bartlett was sure the Wolfish authorities must be on to them, and he did not like the way their mission had changed. Harding was more flexible, but she still was under no illusions. The authorities must be aware of their existence after their activities in Venstill and they were more exposed now than at any other time during their mission. She thought it was now just a matter of time...

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Air Marshall bannion wasn't a happy man either. He hated turning his satellites over to other people, especially Military intelligence. They never told anyone what they wanted or why, just stormed in waving confidential orders and making demands. Still, orders were orders, and after 12 hours it seemed that they had what they wanted. They had cleared out of his complex, leaving behind a trail of empty coffee cups and full ash trays. Bannion surveyed his control suite with disgust, and ordered the men to get the place back to normal.

At MilInt Hq they had recieved the sat data they needed. Full maps of the island of Sirik were drawn up and heat positions and known troop deployments were plotted on the maps. The whole info package was broadcast on a scure channel to Colonel August of Taskforce Cutlass.

From across Ollieland airships of the Colonial Airforce Transport Wing were taking off. They rose from around Blofeld Bay, taking the Colonial Marine Corps Shore Regt and Support Batt. Airships rose from Veron, Oliver City, Bowfield and Teanemouth Airfiled, transporting 4 battalions of the elite Legion Etranger d'Ollieland. They also rose from army bases across the east of the nation, carrying 3 Army infantry regiments. Shortly after, 16 Galaxy transport Aircraft took from Bearsted Airfield, carrying the 800 troopers of the elite 1er Para Batt of the Legion Etranger.

Admiral McCluskey recieved the signal from the lead Warbird when the strategic bombing group reached 500 km north of NDZ1. The Admiral had 80 Albatross fighters on Combat Air Patrol over his fleet, and launched the rest, 160 fighters, to escort the bombers into Wolfish airspace. They met at 300km out from target, and sped on towards Wolfish.

Operation Retribution near engaged by Newer England

Finally the green light went on indicating the last of the missiles had launched…which gave the pilot just enough time to look up at his HUD and see his radar pick up three incoming air-to-air missiles launched by Newer England fighters – now only 20 kilometres away.

“Shit.”

The B1 exploded into a massive fireball, its wing sheered off plunged into the ocean – followed shortly after by its lifeless cockpit.

Few of the fighters in the first wave, or the bombers in the second, would ever return to their home airfields.

Those that did survey – fewer than 50 aircraft – knew that their friends had died defending their nation – died along with many, many more enemy.

Detention Facility, Wolfhair Island [re: NE]

Harrison smiled when the NE Seal answered the question.

“Well…isn’t that interesting. Newer England you say…did you know soldier that your country hasn’t declared war on us…do you understand that that little fact disqualifies you from being considered an “enemy combatant?”…which of course means that I don’t have to abide by the panty-ant Wolfish Convention on the treatment of prisoners of war…”

He turned to the small table and threw back the black cloth covering it…on the table was a large syringe and small bottle.

“Given you’re special ops, I assume you’re familiar with sodium pentathol. If you haven’t experienced it before, you’re sure to enjoy it.”

Harrison knew the Seal would be unlikely to give up the truth – even under the drugs effects – but he also knew that once the Special Operations commander had been deprived of sleep for the next 30 or so hours – on top of the drug – he’d get the information he needed to know.

AWACs Patrol, Western Coast, NDZ 1, Wolfish

“BINGO 1” called the sonar operator as the torpedo detonated…followed moment’s later by “NO GLORY.”

“Damn, why didn’t it hit?” asked the pilot.

“Sub went below the thermal layer and the torp detonated a ways behind her…hang on,” he said as he adjusted the feed from one of the deeper buoys, “Hull pops. She’s going deep…but zero speed – might be damaged.”

The jet had swung around for another run at the sub…the weapons officer reported he was lined up with the target.

“Good,” said the pilot, “Let’s drop a double – two torps – both programmed deep – have one search counter one clockwise.”

“Got it,” said Weaps. “Launching now…now…now.”

The jet released two more torpedoes – they trailed their drag chutes – hitting the water seconds apart – and diving down past the thermal layer where they both went active.

The crew waited for the impact as a call came over the radio confirming that reinforcements – in the form of two SeaKing helos – had arrived on station, and were deploying their own sonars.

Intelligence Service, Intercept Office, Counter-Espionage Unit, Trove Wolfish [re: Ollieland]

The red light flashed on the operators desk. He hit the refresh button bringing up the message that the computer had “tagged” as being suspicious.

TO JULIET. YOU AND ROMEO TO PROCEED TO LOCATION 991 AND AWAIT ARRIVAL OF CAPULETS AND MONTAGUES. YOU WILL FACILLITATE MONTAGUES ARRIVAL AT 991D. THE PRINCE

He checked the traceback IP address…Shamus Coffee, Venstill…he then traced the destination IP…but it bounded through several routers each in a different nation – dead end.

He then flagged the message up the line – where others would dispatch the local police first to establish a picket line, then special agents from the I.S. – who’d begin the investigation, and, no doubt the eventual capture of these spies.

Camden to Plattsville Express Train, near the Canyon Bay Military Base [re: The Agglomerate]

The engineer pushed the throttle forward as the train past the curve…he was running as fast as he could – as more than half the passenger space was filled with troops moving into position for a possible invasion – and, on the return trip – he’d be carrying refugees fleeing the possible path of fighting.

He didn’t feel the first explosion – or the second – in fact, the first sign of trouble was when he got a brake overheating warning – and stuck his head out the window to see the fourth to last rail car blow about a metre off the track – straight up into the air.

He hit the brake out of instinct – which was, of course, exactly the wrong thing to do.

The final explosion tipped the 8th car off the track – pulling the forward and rearward cares with it.

The thick rail link heaved and buckled – ripping ties out of the gravel bed and forcing the rearward cars to plow through the soft earth instead of along the track.

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Almost 6 kilometres of track lay a dusty ruin.

TAL 4 Prison

Quinn picked up his shotgun and left the booth for a bit of a walk and a cigarette. He walked along the wall – alternating between looking at the forest, and turning his eyes to the small compound.

People always thought working at TAL 4 would be exciting – but for a “ground level” guard – there wasn’t much to do – after all – a full 99 per cent of the complex was underground.

But that sense of calm was shattered a second later when a series of explosions threw him off his feet.

He covered his head as his tower, then the rest of the complex was hit by missile after missile.

When it finally stopped, he waited for his eyes to adjust to the fires – and surveyed the damage.

The entirety of the above ground portion of the complex was unrecognizable. Gone was the four guard towers – the secure elevator dock was heavily damaged and burning out of control – the water tower was on its side – its contents a distant wave heading towards the river (and away from the fires), and the power station was flattened – its power transformers throwing oily black smoke into the sky.

The oddest thing was that the klaxons were not sounding out a breach…one of the missiles must have destroyed the backup security system.

He loaded a round into the chamber of the shotgun and slowly moved forward – looking for either guards to help him figure out what to do.

Combat Information Centre, Wolfish Defense Command, Camden, Wolfish

General Blackston watched the screen as reports from various units flowed in.

22nd Recon, Gulf Company – section grid 5-9-5 under heavy bombardment…missiles inbound from headings 2-8-0…2-9-1…2-7-0…no observable enemy forces on beach…out.

65th Armour, Rolling Thunder Brigade – mobile – on outskirts of Eastown. Observers report heavy damage to all infrastructure. Large fires in the west – possibly Eastown Nuclear Power Station…civilian airports heavily damaged, runways pock-marked…towers are down.

9th Heavy Artillery – east-north-east Plattsville – digging in – heavy aerial bombardments – primary targets remain as fixed hard and fixed soft. No air engagements observable. Minor losses due to haste in evac-ing base. Divisional strength 85 percent.

16th Assault Brigade, Wolfish Marine Unit – downtown Harbourview – observer stations and fire control command established – UAV centre established – combat engineer teams deploying area denial systems, est. completion by 0800 hrs…

The scrolling reports continued as Blackstone turned to his staff.

“What’s the total force composition for NDZ 1?”

“General – we had heavy losses of ground and air vehicles in the first round of strikes – but ground commanders quickly moved their troops out of the bases and deployed throughout the region as per standard operating procedures. We now have about 2 divisions worth of fighting men and machines…the bombardments have taken almost a full division out of commission.”

He pushed the button on a remote and a tactical map of NDZ 1 came up.

“We’ve dispatched several brigades into the cities – which should shelter them from these indiscriminate missile attacks. Once enemy troops land, we can move out of the cities and engage – under the cover of our air forces, and protected by our mobile SAM launchers.”

He used a laser pointer… “Heavy artillery units are dug in here-here-and here,” which will provide for retreat routes for our units should they need to regroup.”

He zoomed in on the coastline near Eastown.

“Both the waterline and the beaches have been heavily mined – which should slow down any landing craft coming ashore in the easiest landing beaches in NDZ 1.”

Blackstone shook his head. “I just don’t get it. NDZ 1 would have been the last place I’d want to land – too easy to cut off...” he paused, “Have…have a division of heavy armour moved towards the chokepoint here (where the train de-railed at the end of NDZ 1, at the base of Canyon Bay, near the military base). If they do invade in NDZ 1, we’ll lock them in, and bomb the snot out of them.”

300 km off the coast of Newer England

The three Porpoise-class fast attack subs lay in silence wait.

The convoy carrying war supplies past – it was well protected by the Newer England navy – but that was expected and planned for.

The sub designated Bravo 1 lay 10 degrees of the path of the oncoming convoy. Making final calculations ensuring the course – the Captain ordered the sea mine deployed at a depth of 100 feet.

As Bravo 1 slipped back to the depths, subs Alpha and Charlie waited silently for the detonation – then, and only then, would they strike.

500 km from Calpe

The hunter group assigned to Calpe had a lot of ships to choose from. Several convoys had past – most included too many warships exiting the previous battle zone.

And so they waited patiently for their chance.

200 km from Ollieland

The lead Porpoise-class sub moved slowly – the mission here tougher than the others had been assigned.

Penetrate primary harbour area and deploy sea mines. Withdraw and disrupt any and all supply transport vessels.

And so it was that the first in a line of mines was laid.

13th Naval Group, 4th Fleet, on an intercept course with Wolfish 3rd Fleet

Captain Michael’s sat in his chair, rocking back and forth nervously. The time was coming and he was worried, wondering if he made the right decisions. He had sent all supply ships on to meet up with the naval forces near Wolfish and given orders for all other ships to place explosives at specific points around the hulls in order to scuttle the ships if necessary.

At knock at the door and a brief conversation with the Seaman on the other side told him it was time. They had entered the range that he wanted to be informed about.

The Captain made his way up slowly to the bridge, noticing every little thing about his ship, things he didn’t really notice before. Paint that was pealing and lights that were out were a couple of the many things he noticed. More than once he though to himself that he needed to “insure that got fixed” only to come to the realization that it would likely never happen.

When the Captain made it to the bridge he didn’t have to say much. His orders were known and everyone was simply waiting for the official “go.”

He looked left, than right, at all the young and old faces. He thought about making some sort of speech. Something about how it would help the cause or how they would all be remembered, something patriotic to get them going. But the somber mood took over and even felt appropriate for the situation.

“Launch all aircraft, order the missile barrage as discussed. Close with the enemy.” With that he sat down in his chair on the bridge to take a moment to breathe before he had no time.

Immediately aircraft began to launch, they were at the outer ranges of their aircraft’s range and needed to try to surprise the enemy fleet to do as much damage as possible.

In all, 180 F-14 Tomcats escorted by 16 EA-6B Prowlers to jam the enemy radar take off and head towards the Wolfish 3rd Fleet. They run low and fast to enable the best possible amount of surprise. Each F-14 is armed with 4 Harpoon Missiles and 12 AIM-54 Phoenix missiles, and 2 AMRAAM missiles.

The one Arsenal Ship launches its full load, timing the launch so that the final missiles pass the F-14s in the air when they are 70 miles from the Wolfish Fleet. At 67 miles out, all 180 F-14s launch their 4 Harpoon Anti-Ship Missiles, and hit their afterburners leaving the Prowlers to turn and return to their Carriers.

The ships come to a full stop placing the 20 INFDN-DPs (Protectors) in front for protection. The Protectors line up with their sides facing the enemy fleet for optimal protection, 8 in front, 6 behind them, and the remaining 6 behind them.

> That’s 500 Tomahawks, and 720 Harpoons. They are programmed to go after Carriers and supply ships mainly. The 180 F-14s are coming in behind the missiles. They will fire the Phoenix air to air missiles at currently airborne targets, if any, and immediately at any aircraft taking off.

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Detention Facility, Wolfhair Island

Commander Rulling looks up at his captor, “Fuck you!” is all he had to say.

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Ohio Class Guided Missile Sub “NES Walter” Western Coast, NDZ 1, Wolfish

“Torpedo in the water…Check that, two torpedoes!” The call rang out and Captain Sheets sank in his chair. “Sir, they seem to be tracking us. How?” The inexperienced Seaman asks of his Captain wondering why he was about to die.

“Active tracking. We’re sitting ducks and the Wolfish pilots know it. Launch the buoy, delay surfacing by 48 hours.”

The emergency buoy launches and shoots away from the sub to surface later. Moments later the NES Walter explodes as the two torpedoes crash into its side. All hands lost.

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The convoy left harbor thinking they would not find trouble for a while, some of the men who were off duty was still allowed to partake of certain beverages that would ultimately make them unable to perform their duties. The convoy, with its 37 supply vessels, was protected by the 13th Naval Command Groups 1st Fleet. The war ships surround the supply vessels thinking nothing should happen for a while, after all they are on almost the other side of the planet from Wolfish.

When the explosion rang out it surprised everyone, especially those in the Ohio Class Submarine NES Goldenrod. The mine must have been set for a proximity explosion because it never touched the Goldenrod. It did however do damage.

The side of the sub ripped open and water rushed in flooding the chow hall quickly. Automatic doors closed insuring flooding did not occur throughout the ship. The same automatic doors insured the deaths of 13 sailors that could not get out on time. The fleet commander quickly took all ships to general quarters and had all sonar operators to triple check every possible contact. The 5 H-3 Sea Kings that were in SH-3H configuration for anti-submarine warfare launched and began searching the area. The Protector ships immediately began searching for any sonar contacts and were poised to fire at the first hint of a contact, right along with every other ship in the convoy.
Additionally, the 4 available MH-53E Sea Dragons prepared for launch to provide anti-mine searches.

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17th Naval Tactical Command Group
Admiral Tucker could not believe what had happened. Admiral Livingston had ordered the 2nd Amphibious Assault Group to attempt a landing already. All he could do is pray for the men about to try to land, than again, maybe there was a little he could do!

“Get me the latest Intel report on the enemy air forces!” the Admiral barks out.

The reports get to him quickly as they come up on the computer screen in the middle of the bridge.

“You’re sure this is the latest?” he asks.

“Came in only 15 minutes ago sir. The satellites have been tracking the Wolfish forces as they fly and land to insure the best accuracy. They can hide, but we’ll find them eventually. Anything that launches, and gets the chance to land somewhere, is tracked. They have stuff we don’t know about, but as soon as they show it, we’ll have them for the rest of the war.”

“Very well.” Taking a quick look at his Group status screen the Admiral adds up the number of missiles he could send in, and wonders where. “OK people, send these order…”

Out of Group Arsenal Ships and Ohio Class Submarines, 1500 Missiles jump and race towards the Wolfish shore. The Tomahawks buzz the ground as they seek their targets. All 1500 are targeting Known and suspected Airforce fields throughout the north west quarter of the Wolfish Mainland as well as North Channel Island. Primary objectives are the runways with secondary priority to hangers and large groups of aircraft.

“Have all ships take on new missiles from the supply ships.” the Admiral orders. “I want them to be ready to fire again when I need them!”

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2nd Amphibious Assault Group
The transports of the group had started their trek to the shores of Wolfish. Right behinds them, one of the arsenal ships. Tomahawk missiles prepare to launch and seek out their targets inland. The landing attempt was on.

The Integrated Naval Defense Networks Satellite for the assault group watches the area for the purpose of immediately identifying any enemy incoming weaponry, and tracking both the weapon and its source location and transmitting the information to command. Additionally, there are over 100 pares of eyes looking at the live transmission from the satellite to look for movement and other clues missed by the computers. Additionally, all 360 UAV’s onboard the Naval Platform were flying inland to spot enemy targets.

All amphibious transports were active as well as aircraft.

OOC: Here is the order of events for now, intervene as appropriate. The target area is the tip of the peninsula directly northwest from Harbourview

Phase 1
180 UAV’s fly in and over the landing zone, each assigned an individual to watch the incoming picture looking for enemy movement. Frigates, Submarines and Anti-Submarine aircraft patrol the area around the fleet and inland as far as needed for Submarines. The 2 Virginia Class Attack Subs go quiet and sit there waiting to respond if needed.

The first of the 2 arsenal ships launch every last missile:
 100 are directed at known or suspected locations of Wolfish forces within the landing zone
 200 are directed at known airfields within 300 miles in all directions of the landing area focusing on runways so aircraft can not launch
 100 are directed at all highways and railways leading in and out of the area just outside of Harbourview. These missiles focus on bridges, over and underpasses, and any possible tunnels in the area, but insure that all quick and direct routes past Harbourview to the northwest is cut off.
 100 hit buildings and other hardened areas around the landing zone in order to minimize enemy activity.

90 F-14 Tomcats fly in along with; 3 E-2 Hawkeyes for additional command and control, 8 EA-6B Prowler with all jamming equipment active.

36 MH-53E Sea Dragons fly in under the Tomahawks as they are launched working as Mine Countermeasures to clear the landing zone of mines.

The fleet moves in to launch range protected by its 28 INFDN Protectors and 11 subs.

From the Naval Platform: 72 F-117A Nighthawks fly at high altitude to strike if and where needed, 60 F-15E Strike Eagles escorted by 120 F-15 Eagles launch with half going 100 miles up the shoreline and the other half going the other way to poise to strike any ground targets there or intercept incoming aircraft. The remainder of its’ aircraft stand manned and ready to launch when and if needed.
20 C-130s arrive and circle above the Naval Platform ready to deliver their packages when needed.

Phase 2
One Ohio Class Sub launches 50 of it’s missiles at new possible targets that where located by the UAVs.

The other arsenal ship, along with the remaining Ohio class submarines, stands ready to launch at any target needed as the landing craft launch and head inland.
In total, 38 Landing Craft Air Cushioned (carrying 720 Marines, 18 HMMWVs and 36 Light Armored Vehicles), 2 Landing Craft Utility (600 Marines, 6 HMMWVs and 12 Light Armored Vehicles), 4 LCM-8 Landing Craft (800 Marines), 39 AAV Amphibious Assault Vehicles (975 Marines), and 9 LCM-6 Landing Craft (720 Marines).

The remaining 180 UAV’s launch and begin patrolling the landing zone and surrounding area for possible targets.


A good amount of stuff to respond to, have fun!

Flagship Mina, Command Deck

`Admiral, New England forces are attempting to land.`

`Very well. Continue with the next phase of the bombardment. I want infrastructure taken out of action. Concentrate on the area close to the ones atacked by the New England atacks. Lets make sure that Wolfish cant bring forces to the area. I want a massive atack, cruise missiles and bombers included, launching missiles from a relative safe distance.`

Orders were soon sent from the flagship to the rest of the fleet, and the plan started going into motion.

Arsenal Ships Group

The orders came, just as it was expected, and the largest bombardment made in history by the calpian navy started. Each of the ten arsenal ships received the targets, and soon the bombardment started. Each of them launching two hundred cruise missiles, making a total of two thousand cruise missiles heading towards targets in NDZ 1.

Five hundred of the cruise missiles targeted bridges, tunels, overpasses, railway stations and railway depots. They would destroy any way of bringing reinforcements fast for the Wolfish army.

One thousand missiles were concentrated on the main highways, destroying vital points of road that would allow the Wolfish to bring in soldiers in NDZ 1. Another of their targets were the buses depots in the cities, and since the atack occured at 4 AM, it was expected they would be all inside at the time.

The rest of the five hundred missiles concentrated on the choke point of NDZ 1, the only point that the Wolfish would be able to use to bring reinforcements. Highways, railroads, bus stations and concentrations of vehicles, all were targets, carefully selected by military inteligence.


Carrier Groups

Hundreds of airplanes taking off, that what one would see if he was looking to the carriers from one of the ships nearby. Two hundred escort fighters, two hundred bombers and one hundred electronic warfare airplanes took off from the carriers that morning.

The mission plan that was presented to them was:
- 200 fighters loaded with 8 air-air missiles each would provide protection and take out any fighters trying to intercept
- 100 electronic warfare aircraft would take out any active radar, trying to destroy any remaining air defence, while looking for mobile SAM`s, and providing jamming; each EW aircraft is loaded with 6 anti-radar missiles and jamming equipment
- 200 bombers, loaded with guided munition would bomb the highways of the NDZ 1, creating choking points of destroyed road every few kilometers, targeting subway stations and bus stations in the cities.

Presidential Command Bunker, Location Undetermined

[ooc: for the record, the construction of this bunker was RP’d out – though it was so long ago the thread was lost.]

President Todler stood at the podium. Behind him the flag of Wolfish hung limply – the podium held the Seal of the President.

“Friends,” he said grimacing towards the camera and its red light. “Today I bring you terrible and shocking news. A short time ago I learned that the enemies of Wolfish had landed on our very shores – their invasion fleets had destroyed much of our navy – their missiles striking down our aircraft – their bombs leveling our factories and power plants.”

The red light blinked out – and reappeared on the second camera to his right – he head swung smoothly to make contact with the new lens.

“Never before has our great and proud nation faced such a deadly threat. Already Wolfish has lost many sons and daughters in our armed services during the fierce battles. But more disturbing is the loss of civilian life.

“We know of missile strikes to schools,” the light went off – indicating the broadcast switch to file footage of bombed out schools and hospital wards filled with wounded women and children. “But our forces are resisting,” the footage switched to footage of Wolfish Patriot Launchers firing dozens of missiles into the night sky.”

“And we will continue to resist. But to do so, we require your cooperation and understanding…Measures must be put in place to defend each and every community.”

The coverage switched back to a determined looking Todler. “That’s why I’m reluctantly invoking the War Measures Act, a law that will allow our local police to better equip themselves – will allow our military to move more freely through the country-side by clearing roads and making available civilian trains and transport trucks to assist them.”

“It will also require citizens to keep out of harms way by imposing a 6 p.m. to 6 a.m. curfew. This allows our troops in front-line positions to better identify threats to your safety.”

“After this broadcast each local tv and radio station will list the new requirements – and outline how you can help the war effort…but in the coming days and weeks I want you to remember that I and our brave forces are fighting for every inch of territory – bleeding and dying for your freedom.”

The camera switched off, and Todler let out a deep breath.

“Can someone please tell me that this is all a bad dream.”

“Sorry Mr. President – I have new casualty figures from yesterday’s engagements…General Blackstone has determined that NDZ 1 is pretty much a write off without drastic measures.”

“You mean more drastic measures…what’s he planning?”

The aide looked around at the sprawling bunker…. “Perhaps we should move to the COC…”

Combat Information Centre, Situation Room, Camden Wolfish

The secure fax began its torturous shreak indicating “flash” traffic from another of the command centres on the grid.

The Watch Commander picked up the piece of paper.

“Sir,” he said to the General, who stood stiffly, staring at the map of NDZ 1. “President Todler has authorized operation “Storm Front.”

“Good,” replied the General, “Assemble the Command staff immediately.”

3rd Wolfish Navy, Battlegroup 3-03, GM Destroyer Sentinel

“Sir – radar just got jammed up.”

The Captains head turned, “Malfunction?”

“Running diagnostic…nope – looks good.”

“Any contact prior?”

“No Sir.”

“Alright – Comms – hail the Matawa see if they’re having any trouble…”

He was interrupted by a fleet wide transmission over the speaker.

“ATTENTION – Inbound hostiles bearing 001. All hands to general quarters.”

The transmission came from the AWAC high above, and able to identify the location of jamming signals if not the specific jammers.

The Captain turned to the Weapons officer – automate defenses – blind fire SM2s.”

“Aye Captain!” the officer said as he turned his key allowing the computer to work on countering the jamming and providing defensive cover for the fleet.

At the same time the launcher covers blew off – releasing 16 SM-2s, one after another – each with their own variable frequency radar – aiming for the incoming missiles.

Across the Battlegroup similar action was taking place – as jets scrambled and missiles flew – but it wasn’t long until the enemy’s missiles began to roar in…waves of dozens crashed into the 3rd battlegroup – then into the second – and the first and on.

In the rear of the formation – well out of range – the ships of the 3rd navy broke into two groups – each turning sharply and at full speed…while the moved five battlegroups – those within range of the enemy missiles – sank.

A full 79 ships sank, or were scuttled due to damage inflicted by the Newer England navy – but Wolfish still had 25 battlegroups in the sea-zone, and now the element of surprise was gone.

Wolfhair Island Detention Facilitiy

The interview had been going on for several hours now – the enemy SEAL was tired and heavily drugged – and certainly cold sitting there in his underwear while the hose continued to spray a fine mist on him.

“This can all go away…the guard is just outside the door…he’s got a warm cup of coffee, and a blanket that you can warm up with…all you need to do is to tell me your group’s objective. It’s that simple. I can even start for you…you were heading for Wolfhair Island – you’d take the boat in most of the way, then hit the water and swim to shore…now, what was the next part?”

TAL 4 Prison, Detention Level 5

Sam sat at the corner – his back against the wall – he slowly leaned to the side and peeked around the corner. It was hard to tell in the darkness – but he was sure there was movement. He keyed his radio. “Control – I’ve got a possible break in section J-2 – Detention 5.”

“Copy that. Can you evacuate the other guards to the secure area?”

“I haven’t seen anyone else…I…I can make it though.”

“You have 30 seconds.”

“Copy.”

He stood and began to run down the hall – past the doors that were supposed to be locked – past the cages where the most evil of criminals were held – where the infamous [violet] worshippers would live the rest of their lives…
…and then he tripped. When he looked up he could see her – her baggy prison coveralls outlined by the smoldering fires behind her.

“Where you going pig.”

“I-I’m just..”

“SHUTTUP.” she said as she kicked him in the face…then his radio went off, “J-2…you secure? Times up.”

He reached for the microphone – but she stepped on his hand.

In the control room the Floor Commander tried once more… “J-2? Are you secure?”

Nothing.

“Alright,” he said reluctantly. “Filler-up.”

With the push of a button a dozen gravity fed pipes opened up releasing thousands of gallons of water quickly flooding the floors. Floor drains were blocked as the rooms and cells filled.

Within fifteen minutes the threat of a possible breach of level five was negated.

Over 400 prisoners and guards drowned.

Submarine Bravo 1, 300 km from Newer England

The crew felt the mine explosion that tore through the NE sub – and immediately sprang to action.

“Diving Officer – come to 4-6-metres. Firing Officer – prepare Sunburn and Harpoon missile launch at depth.”

There was a slight pause as the boat rose through the water – the enemy fleet was less than 20 km away – which would give good advantage to the missiles.

“Captain – we’re at depth.”

“Fire all missiles.”

The boat rocked as the first two missiles blew past the outer hull and rose quickly on a stream of air to the surface – where they breached and ignited. As they did the next two missiles fired…and then a third and fourth set just as rapidly.

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The first four missiles were preprogrammed with the coordinates of the closest enemy combat ship – the next four designed to fly past and strike into the heart of the convoy – the vulnerable supply ships.

“Launch target drones,” said the Captain – knowing full well that by now the enemy’s aircraft would be homing in on his location.

Two specially modified tomahawks blew into the sky – hitting 10,000 feet in height, between the fleet and the sub before detonating four large chaff pods – filling the sky with tiny bits of aluminum.

“Fire Subroc.”

The next series of missile doors opened releasing eight Subroc missiles – which would fly to the designated centre of the enemy fleet and release their cargo – a Mark 50 Advanced torpedo.

With the missiles fired the Captain ordered the boat to dive – knowing that the enemy’s torpedoes would soon home in.

Meanwhile – the subs Alfa and Charlie waited silently below the thermal layer for their opportunity.

22nd Recon, Observer Post Echo, 1 km from coast, Grid E2, northwest of Harbourview, Wolfish

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Michaels looked over the top of his scope – disbelieve forced him to look without the lens between him and the coast.

Never – never in a million year would he believe that he’d be watching enemy forces storm Wolfish shorelines – with so little resistance.

But the days of missile strikes and bombings had taken a toll on Wolfish ground forces in the region – and this was the direct consequence.

That wasn’t to say there weren’t forces left in NDZ 1 – but they were stuck in civilian centres where the enemy couldn’t – or wouldn’t bomb – or, like him – painted up and laying low.

He resumed his watch – he’d seen the UAV hovering overhead – not easy to spot, but he’d played this game before – he also noted the Prowlers moving around off shore – likely jamming or perhaps playing an ASW role – his count on the landing craft was rising quickly – looked like about five battalions coming ashore. He keyed his mic – which was linked to a uni-directional transmitter 200 meters away by cable…

“Echo 1 to Paradise City.”

“Go Echo 1,” was the response.

“It’s started…they’ll be feet dry in 30 minutes – maybe less. Current count – about 5,000 strong – expect heavy air coverage. Missile strikes extremely heavy on infrastructure – hell I don’t think they’ve left a power pole standing.”

“Copy Echo 1. Maintain your position – report in 10 minutes.”

“Copy and out.”

Situation Room, Combat Information Centre, Camden, Wolfish

The General staff had been locked in the room for three hours planning the mission when the call came in.

“General Blackstone,” said the aide. “Recon reports coming in – the initial landing zone is northwest of Habourview.”

The General stood.

“Signal our forces…Commence operation Storm Front.”

Operation Storm Front

[ooc: a lot of things are happening at the same time, so I’ll use time references. Zero hour is equal to the point when NE troops are just hitting the beach northwest of Harbourview]

[ooc notation on positioning: NE’s diagram showing the ship placements doesn’t designate North – I’ve writing this based on the assumption that the top of the page is actually West – give that NE reported the picket line ships were broadside to the shore, which, if I understand the previous materials, is almost due East of the amphibious landing zone. If I’m mistaken, then please adjust in your head as this took too damn long to write.]

Zero Hour minus 3

Munitions Hanger 1, near Long Bay, Wolfish

Colonel Rang walked through the hanger as the teams worked feverishly – he stopped a moment to watch.

“Good work men. Keep up the pace – we’ve got about an hour left.

He turned towards his office – behind him the trucks were already loading the newly modified Tomahawks – taking them to their launch sites where they’d take the first step in ending this bloody war.

Zero Hour minus 1

Windswept Airforce Base, Wolfish

The platoon’s typical day didn’t usually involved lighting large fires – but orders were orders, so, the eight ditches, each a hundred metres long, spaced a few km apart and filled with bunker oil were lit.

Within minutes the sky was filled with black smoke as the prevailing winds carried that smoke over the base, blotting out the sun…

Miles away, as the daylight dimmed, General Bettman watched the roll out – first in line were the workhorses – the 92nd Strategic Bomber Wing – made up of one of the most innovative weapons that ever came out of Wolfish’s “Idea Shop” – a modified 747, fitted out with rotary missile launchers that could carry and launch 72 Tomahawk cruise missiles.

[ RL reference: http://www.g2mil.com/bm747.htm ]

The 20 jets rolled out, and formed up on the taxi way.

The next to move were the six AWACs and the 8 modified or “EB-52” jammer aircraft, built on the B-52 airframe.

At the bases other airfields (Windswept has five), 12 Global Hawk UAVs, also loaded with jamming equipment and electronic countermeasures rolled out from their hardened bunkers and onto the strip, where the met up with the base’s airwing – composed of 100 B52H heavy bombers.

At the third airfield additional bomber pilots readied themselves – conducting pre-flights while remaining in their subterranean bunkers. The 40, B2 Spirits were loaded out with 16 JDAM precision bombs each carrying a 1,000 pound armour piercing warhead.

Barrier Island Airforce Base

The sleekest jets of the Wolfish air fleet prepared for their role – though, given their speed they wouldn’t take off until the others were almost on station…the two variants of the SR-71 – now designated as the B-71, Tactical bomber and the I-71 Interceptor – underwent their arming ritual – the bomber was loaded down with 10 Sunburn missiles each, while the Interceptor took on 3 HARM (located in centre bay) and 24 AIM-54 Phoenix air-to-air missiles located on four rotary launchers in wing bays.

The “71” program had been widely criticized by the Wolfish media – as the jet traded payload capabilities for speed – routinely able to pass Mach 3, but limited their payload to less than 30,000 pounds – a fraction of what a B1 bomber can carry. The jets were deemed to “specific” without the flexibility needed by a modern airforce – but the military fought back – and today, the jets would have their specific role to play.

Twenty B-71s and 40 I-71s were fitted out, and signaled their readiness to command.

Wolfhair Island Airforce Base

The pilots of the Storm Cloud flight – made up of a dozen F-117 and 100 F-18 Super Hornet fighters left the briefing room and made for their aircraft, knowing that some of them may not return.

Zero Hour

Situation Room, Combat Operations Centre, Camden, Wolfish

Blackstone took a long pull on his cigar as the clock hit “0”, exhaling as small blue dots began appearing across the electronic map projected onto the wall.

He knew that the first off would be the 747Bs – along with the refuellers and the Global Hawks loaded down with jamming equipment.

The flights turned south…heading out over the ocean, before turning to the west.

He poured himself a cup of coffee – and waited for the next phase to begin.

It took another 10 minutes before the B52s left their airfield – following the same course – running it faster, and eventually pulling in front of the 747s.

The pilots manning the F-117s and Super Hornets took to the skies next…finally the I-71s and B-71s rocketed into the sky.

By the time the faster aircraft caught up with the slower – they had already turned north – now some 1200 km southwest of Wolfish.

Zero Hour plus 2

Long Bay Wolfish

The last of the cruise missiles were loaded onto the mobile launchers and driven to their designated locations around the base.

As the clock ticked over, each launched and began following the elaborate computer programmed course, which had the tomahawks hug the ground – weaving their way towards NDZ1…as they crossed the narrows, each computer turned on the jamming and multiple false target generator systems, erecting a wall of electronic noise – fluttering images and ghost targets across an area 150 km wide, on a heading of 2-9-0 just below Mach 1.

West-south-west (bearing 2-5-0) of Newer England’s 4th Tactical Platform Group

The first to launch were the B747s, from just under 1000 km away.

The bay doors opened and firing sequences confirmed as the rotary launchers began to slowly spin – dropping a missile once every 28 seconds.

It took just over half an hour for the 20 jets to fire their 1440 cruise missiles.

As they ran through their sequence the B2s, flew past – keeping up with the missiles as they closed the distance to the enemy fleet – under the cover now of the Global Hawk jammers.

Still further behind, the B-71s, and the I-71s, cruising at 80,000 feet. The I-71s ready at a moment’s notice to go to max speed and fire at any incoming enemy fighters.

Behind the B2s were the B1s and finally the B52Hs with their F-18 Super Hornets escorts.

The zone of attack was not giant – it was designed to come up on the 4th Tactical group from behind, where the enemy had “parked” some of its damaged ships, and force a defensive hole to open up – providing access to the Tactical Platform.

And so it was that the 1440 missiles began to strike the 19 escort ships guarding the rear access to the platform.

At the five minutes after the first of the missiles began to strike the escort ships the B-71 past the picket line at its 80,000 foot cruising height, releasing 10 Sunburn anti-ship missiles which fell for 20,000 feet before igniting and driving almost straight down (thus evading phalanx fire) towards the massive deck of the tactical platform.

Even as it did – the escort I-71s took to their task of eliminating enemy radars with their HARM missiles, and intercepting fighter coverage with the stand-off Phoenix air-to-air missiles.

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Minutes later the 40 B2 flew came into range – 24 km out from the platform – and opened their bomb doors, releasing 16 “bunker busters” each – 1000 lbs penetrator warheads with HE charges…all targeted to the core areas of the platform, designed to bury as deeply as possible into the core of the vessel before exploding.

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The last jets entering the fight were the 100 heavy B52Hs – loaded down with 8 Harpoon anti-ship missiles each – all of which were fired from 60 km out at the large group of supply ships just south of the tactical platform (9 each) – guarded by the 100 Super Hornets, which moved to engage the enemies fighters.

Summary:

From the 20 747Bs: 1440 anti-ship Tomahawks targeting NE ships West of the Tactical platform (I count 40 ships that I would logically target). Approx 36 missiles each.

From the 20 B-71s: 200 Sunburn Anti-Ship missiles targeting the Tactical Platform

From the 40 B2s: 640 JDAM HE Penetrators targeting the Tactical Platform

From the 100 B52Hs: 800 Harpoon anti ship missiles targeting the supply ships. Approx 9 to each ship.

100 Hornets, 20 I-71s and 20 F-117s stood ready to engage any of your fighters that weren’t already on sorties at your amphibious landing zone.

ooc - Havn't been able to post in a while, security at work have been going ape shit for the last month.

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Harding and Bartlett had reached their objective. The last 100 klicks had had to be covered on foot. The bombongs and missile attacks had taken a real toll on the local road system. The car had been abandonded well off the road side and they had done their best to camouflage it using the local foliage. No one would see it unless they were within 40 or 50 yards of it.

They both knew what they had to do. Harding had recced the target, whilst 5 klicks away, Bartlett had found a suitably large piece of open gorund, and started to build small pyres around the perimeter.......

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Squadron Commander Steve Soznek eased the throttle on the Warbird and had the crew call in again. The fighter escort from the Colonial Navy had joined them about 5 minutes, and they were heading to target.

"Sir! Emergency communication from HQ! You need to see this!"

"Bob, take the controls" Steve said to his co-pilot as he went back to see the Comms Officer.

He stared in disbelief at the communication. "Change of targets......communications......tv and radio stations......telecommunications centres......satellite control centres", all these targets were in civilian areas.

"Get confirmation from HQ, then ask all the other attack aircraft to confirm as well".

2 minutes later the confirmation came through, and the Warbird banked slightly as it changed course.

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INTERNAL COMMUNIQUE FROM DOD TO GOVERNORS OFFICE

STRATEGIC ATTACK FORCE ENROUTE TOWARDS WOLFISH HAVE BEEN ORDERED TO CHANGE TARGETS AS REQUESTED. NEW TARGETS ARE TELECOMMUNICATIONS CENTRES AND MASTS, BROADCASTING INSTALLATIONS AND SATELLITE RELAY STATIONS INSIDE THE NORTH WEST PENINSULAR. ETA 25 MINUTES

OOC - Wolfish I need to know if you intend to try and intercept this force

13th Naval Tactical Command Group, 4th Fleet / Attacking Wolfish 3rd

“SIR, complete success. Just like you said.” The excited young seaman smiled from ear to ear. “The wolfish fleet has taken heavy damage.”

“Don’t forget about the men lost on those boats sailor!” The captain grimaced. “What’s the status of their force?” he asked no one in particular.

I just downloaded the most recent pictures from the satellite sir, they appear to be attempting to flank us.”

“Let them…”

With that, he waited. 10 minutes. 20 minutes. 30 minutes. The Wolfish Fleet started to surround the few ships of The Newer England. Finally, the Captain spoke. All that was needed was three little words. “Signal our surrender.” The Captain lowered his head, and than lifted it back up again so that everyone could see it, and walked out of the bridge.

The signal rings out on all known frequencies and interpreted into the Wolfish native language (if it’s not English) “We surrender, we stand ready to receive your instructions.”

All ships power down all weapon systems and equipment. All aircraft return to their carriers and get stowed away. The fleet takes up a non-threatening formation, a column of twos, and wait for the Wolfish response.

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4th Naval Platform Group, Naval Platform Command Center / West of Wolfish, Zero Hour minus 1

“Sir, I think you should see this!” An ensign manning one of the many monitor stations in the Platforms operations center yells out.

The duty officer, a Lieutenant, walks over to his station, “What da ya got ensign?” he asks.

“Lots of smoke, burning from these areas. It appears to be a massive amount of something burning,” the ensign points to the map of Wolfish. “Near the southern coastline.”

The Lt. reaches over the ensign’s shoulder and pushes a couple of buttons. The screen zooms in and overlays intelligence information on the area. “Good eyes ensign, keep me posted!” the Lt. says and quickly walks away.

Moment’s later Admiral Livingston is receiving the same information. “It’s a screen,” the Admiral says. Probably for movement of either aircraft or large amounts of troops.”

“Do we fire our missiles sir?” the inevitable question comes from the Lt.

“At what Lieutenant?” the Admiral asks, “We can’t see anything.”

“We could set the missiles to heat seek,” the Lt. tries to rebut. “Fire them in and they’ll find a target.”

The Admiral looks up at the Lt. “Well sure they will Lieutenant, many of them locking on civilian targets. I don’t think that would be a wise use of our resources, do you?” A rhetorical question and the Lt. knew it. “Besides, by the time our missiles got there whatever they’re launching or moving would likely be long gone. No, we will monitor the area and watch for them to come at us. As soon as the smoke clears, we’ll consider striking the bases in the area. What I do want you to do is launch all 12 Hawkeye’s as well as the 6 Sentry’s. Have them proceed out to maximum tactical range, each one is to be accompanied by a Prowler and 12 Fighting Falcons. I’ll be in Ops in about ten to fifteen minutes, be ready to update me on anything new then.”

“Yes sir.” The Lt. walks out.

OOC: this creates a radar curtain at a 500+ mile radius.

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Wolfhair Island Detention Facility

“I…I’m cold” Commander Carnella mumbled. No amount of training could prepare anyone for this. His mind was mush, he could barely think. The Commander remembered back to the only other time he could remember feeling anywhere near this bad, his 21st birthday. Back then he was fairly new to the Navy and he hung out with Marines because the Navy was too pansy. He had been drinking for at least 2 ½ years already, but never like this. The Marines were playing drinking games with him and he never noticed that they were trading off so that no one Marine was drinking nearly as much as he was. At one point he vaguely remembers throwing up, on Corporal Kingsworth, his best friend. He woke up the next day with a hang over that lasted 2 days. He misses those times.

But what now? He wasn’t sure. “I…can I…” he started to ask but it was too late as urine started trickling down his leg. It had been a while and he just couldn’t hold it. He didn’t want to anyway.

He started to think of his wife and kids. That helped clear his mind a little, but only for a second.

“…then hit the water and swim to shore…” the interrogator said. He had said something else after, but it wasn’t heard. In his mind, the Commander flashed back to the briefing he had before his mission. He was with his Major and his team getting instructions.

“You’ll hit the water and swim to shore,” the Major told them. “When you get there, you’ll first find a good observation point, these three areas look like good spots. You’ll then set your explosives at your primary objective…here. We believe this to be the main ammo bunker to the base where they keep missiles and other heavy arms. You’ll have to get in and out but it’s barely guarded so that shouldn’t be hard. Use whatever explosives you need and use what’s left for targets of opportunity.”

The Commander didn’t even know he had been reliving the moment out loud, quoting his Major so the interrogator could here him.

The Commander slipped into unconsciousness.

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13th Naval Tactical Command Group, 1st Fleet

“SIR! Boat in the water, boat in the water. Baring 195 at…20 km.”

Captain Hinkly, Fleet commander immediately ordered a reaction. “All Protector ships, fire one torpedo each on that contact!”

“Yes sir.”

The order went out and was responded to quickly and gladly. 5 Protector ships fired one torpedo each at the sub. Additionally, 2 of the 5 H-3 Sea Kings turned and headed towards the contact, following the torpedoes.

“Sir, they’re firing missiles!”

“Is the satellite tracking them?” The captain asked.

“Yes sir, reading two, no…four in the air now.”

“Initiate defensive protocol!”

The Fleets designated satellite tracked the missiles for a few seconds, watching the other four and the two drones launch as well. Just as the system was going to order defensive strikes against the missiles, the drones blew throwing millions of peace’s of aluminum into the sky.

“SIR, the system is reporting interference, it’s still tracking 3 of the incoming missiles and searching for the others!”

The Captain quickly walks over to the terminal, looks it over, and blurts out “Disengage the satellite, order all ships to fleet self-defense mode, we don’t need the satellite we’ll just wait for the missiles to clear the chafe and knock them down ourselves.”

As the missiles clear one by one the first four are homing in on the Protector ship “Gnat.” The other Protector ship’s, being on the other side of the fleet, barley had any good shots with their Tactical High Energy Defensive Lasers. Because of this, they shot down only two missiles. Within milliseconds, the computer identified its reaction to the other two missiles. Dividing its 6 available Phalanx systems it puts the front 3 on one missile and the rear three on the other. The first missile was destroyed about 500 yards out. The other got a little close. It blew up mere feet from the outer hull of the Gnat, causing damage to the Defensive Laser.

The next wave of four missiles was already closing and the other 4 Protector ships had began to try to engage them. The same story as the last time though, and with the Gnat’s Defensive Laser damaged, it could not fire. This time, however, they had a little more time and the system ordered the Gnat to fire 4 Patriot missiles at the incoming. By the time it was done, all four were shot down.

The eight Subroc missiles now inbound approach the same group of defenses. This time, the system orders four patriots from the Gnat to fire early enough to see the results and react. 2 missiles are shot down. Six more Patriot missiles from other fleet protectors fire at the other six incoming Subrocs. 3 more are shot down with the remaining 3 screaming inbound.

They attempt to shot the incoming down with their Lasers, but, like before, they have bad angles and only one was shot down. The remaining two reach into the heart of the fleet and releases their torpedoes. They fall into the water and search for a target. Both lock on to separate supply ships and home in, the explosions could be heard throughout the fleet. Eventually, the two supply ships and their cargo greet the bottom of the ocean, with many of their crew.

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Wolfish shoreline Zero Hour plus 10 Marine landing force

“I can’t believe there is no resistance!”

“Me neither.” Two privates talk amongst themselves after walking onto the Wolfish shoreline without a single defensive shot.

Elsewhere, “Colonial, There is no resistance, I can’t believe their just letting us walk in the front door!” The Major’s surprise was obvious. “We couldn’t have did this much damage, could we?”

“I don’t think so Major.” the Colonial responds. “But even if we did, they won’t let it be this easy. They have something up their sleeve.”

The puzzled look on the face of the Major was a give-away. He had made his way to Major by pushing pencils in a very cost effective way and got transferred to command just weeks before.

“How are you on American military history? Do you know of Iwo Jima?” The continued look of puzzlement prompted the Colonial to continue without a response. “The Japanese allowed the Americans to land with little resistance compared to what they could have offered. The Americans had set up everything in their landing zone, everything up to a chow area if I remember correctly. Suddenly, the Japanese unloaded on them from on top of the mountain with artillery shells that were pre-set for that area. Blew them to Hell. Just think if we let ourselves get complaisant. The artillery, and missiles, of today are much more accurate and deadly.

“Have the men advance in Companies as they land, with Recon teams moving ahead of them. Move inland at least 25 miles, or when we find some resistance, before we stop. All buildings are to be searched as we go. Look for any weapons of any kind. If they have so much as a single hand grenade, take them as POW’s. Anyone who resists, take as POW’s. As soon as we need it, set up a POW camp right here. Use razor wire and have the engineers set up a fence outside of that with razor wire. Anyone tries to get out is shot, period. As soon as we reach 25 miles or have contact, set up Battalion command posts. And find me a nice underground location for our command post.
“Oh, and one last thing. Make sure we do not move to fast for our supply lines to keep up."

The troops move inland unhampered. The force include: 12000 Infantry, Light Armored Vehicles, and HMMWV’s as well as Special Forces such as Recon and Snipers.

The aircraft and UAV’s circle overhead still searching for targets!
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4th Tactical Platform Group

“Sir, Eagle Eye – 1-1 (one of the Hawkeye’s) is reporting contact.” The communications officer informed Admiral Livingston who is now in the command center.

“What is it?” he asks.

“Unknown as of now sir. It seems to be interference, a large area of it just over 500 miles to the west.”

“Let me see…” the Admiral walks over to the radar. “Shit! General quarters!” he yells out. “We have incoming!”

Alarms sound on every ship throughout the Group.

“What is it sir?” the communications Officer asks with obvious fear in his voice.

“I don’t know, it’s interference Lieutenant. But that doesn’t just happen. Something’s in there. Launch all available aircraft,” he looks back at the radar screen for a few seconds. “ETA for that…area to intercept us?”

“…Approximately 50 minutes sir.”

“I have time, but how do I do this?” the Admiral asks himself as he quickly walks to the tactical screen to check.

“Send the 60 Eagles and 30 Strike Eagles that went south at that interference now, tell them to fire at anything they see but seek out whatever is jamming us as priority. Make sure they report back whatever they see. Bring the 90 that went north back to cover the Group. Focus our D-N Satellite (short for Defense Network, short for Integrated Naval Fleet Defense Network) on that area, focus the search on heat sources and physical movement and tie all contacts into the main computer for defensive responses. Launch all Tomcat’s first, as soon as they are all formed up send them at this incoming area as well. All remaining aircraft enter a holding pattern and stand ready. Move 30 of the 44 Protector destroyers to the south and west sides of the group for extra protection. Launch all anti-sub aircraft and have them start their search just in case. Stay on your toes people.”

Approximately 25 minutes later, after a flight at Mach 2.5 the 60 F-15 Eagles and 30 F-15E Strike Eagles slow and enter the jamming field. Within minutes missiles are seen zooming past towards the Group.

“Fox 3-5-niner to Big Boy, contact made. Incoming missiles sighted. Type unknown. Continuing search for hostile aircraft.”

Approximately 10 minutes after the F-15’s reach the area the 144 F-14 Tomcats join them in their search.

OOC: Just some thoughts; you launched from the southeast area to my fleet in the northwest by way of around the south and to my west. I figure, by using your scale, that would be a flight of at least, if not more than, 3500 miles. This would take you at least 5 hrs and 15 min. You said that your aircraft started taking off at “zero hour.” I’m not sure if you actually wanted this to mean that you waited to strike me so long after I Landed, but it doesn’t seem like you would. My response would not change so for now it’s irrelevant but just so we can make sure we are together on the time thing could you clarify please!

SUMMORY OF ACTIONS (using 0 hr as when I recognized the interference)

0 hr:
 Noticed interference.

0 hr + 1
 Diverted 60 Eagles and 30 Strike Eagles from patrol to the south to intercept
 Diverted 60 Eagles and 30 Strike Eagles from patrol to the north to cover the Group
 launched all aircraft, Tomcats first
 refocused Satellite to identify hostile aircraft using methods unobstructed by radar interference
 reorganized ships in group to better protect from the west-south-west

0 hr + 26
 60 Eagles and 30 Strike Eagles reach jammed area and start search (respond as desired)

0 hr + 36
 144 Tomcats reach jammed area and start search. (respond as desired)

Additional aircraft stand ready according to what these find. I estimate the missiles currant distance from my ships at 130 miles (at the 0 hr + 36 mark) assuming they fly at about 550 mph.
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4 of the 20 C-130s that were hovering over the group now begin to fly inland. They fly at max altitude and speed. They space out slightly, and head towards the airfield that is directly north of Harbourview and south of the smaller town on the top “finger.” 30 Tomcats and a Prowler break away from the Amphibious force to escort them.