NationStates Jolt Archive

Three Miles off the coast of Bikar, Marshall Islands...

General Roy Mustang made his way down the narrow, metallic hallway of the JGFS Golden Hand, flagship of Admiral Bradley. After nearly five more minutes of traveling down the hallway he arrived to the door to the bridge, a soldier stood close to the door to act as a guard, he saluted Mustang, and opened the door for him. Mustang quickly entered the room, to see Bradley staring directly at him. "You wanted to see me Admiral?" asked Mustang. "Yes I did Mustang, are your men ready to go ashore once my ships clear the islands of the enemy?" asked Bradley. Mustang showed no physical expression, but his stomach twisted, he knew Bradley was probably right. A bombardment from captial ships against the island would probably silence the defenders, leaving his troops with the dirty job of bury the limbs of the defender, since whole bodies rarely survived a naval shell. "Yes sir, my men are more than ready to start mop up operations," stated Mustang. Bradley smirked then nodded in confirmation.

Troops on board the JGFS Golden Hand had their ears ring when the roar of the naval guns placed upon the battleship fired a salvo of naval shells against the island of Bikar. About a second and a half passed before dust was thrown several feet into the air, thanks to the naval shells. A few flashes of light from heavy machines guns places on the islands lit up, a every now and then, a few sparks could be seen bouncing off the ship as some bullet managed to hit the vessel, though nothing was damaged. Mustang knew that Bikar island was only one of many islands that needed to be taken. "Inform Broderick to get his company ready to storm the island," stated Mustang to one of his aids.

Within nearly fifteen minutes, Broderick himself was the last man entering the naval transport, sending them to Bikar. Due to the islands extremely small size, only two naval shells were sent at in, in fear that if it was damaged too badly it wouldn't be of any use to Jagada. Only about six naval transport were needed for this operation. As they appoarched the island, flashes continued to burst out every so many seconds. "Burst machine-gun fire," Broderick said to no one in particular. He watched the flashes while they were at a safe distance and only counted fourteen, probably in small bunkers. He counted that up to twenty four, considering the fact that some of their men probably weren't flying. Despite the fact that he counted three machine-gun type muzzle flashes, he had seventy-five men, easily enough to overwhelm the defenders. Broderick only watched until they were about a hundred yards away, at which point he lowered his head to avoid getting hit by enemy fire. A few of the men around him looked pale, but for the most part they were confident, the only thing they feared was death. The sounds of bullets hitting the metal hull of the naval transport made it difficult to hear, as if anyone was talking anyway. With a suddenly jumping of the naval transport, Broderick realized that they head hit the beaches. The door flung down, and three men immiedately hit the ground due to enemy fire. The rest quickly jumped out of the naval transport, which at one point had been their only shield, but now was like a large metallic coffin.

Broderick himself nearly got hit three times, as small yellow flashes would fly by him helmet. He quickly began to bark out orders, "Take cover! Return fire!" he shouted. He realized that there was no real cover, but he knew his men would improvise. He himself hid behind the body of one of his dead soldiers. He looked at the rest of the beach and noticed similar things occuring. He peaked his head over the top of the dead body and saw the machine gun position, it was firing at a group of men who had quickly formed a wall of dirt in front of them. Broderick tightened his grip on his Enfield EM-2, and steadied the gun ontop of the hip of the dead soldier and aimed. He squeezed the trigger, and a burst of three shells rang out, two of them hit their mark, the third strayed off coarse and hit the machine gun itself. The machine gun fell silent without an operator, and two other soldiers quickly rushed the concrete bunker, dropped a generade into it, and quickly took cover. A flash of light came from the bunker, and the same two troops climbed down into the bunker and secured it. All around the island the same thing occured, and with very light losses. Within twenty minutes the entire island was secure. And only ten men were lost, Brodericks own personal squad suffered the most since they landed in a hot spot on the island.

Word quickly got back to Mustang who was pleased to learn that the losses were so light. Bradley, who had left the brigde for a short time to read a transmission from another ship returned with a smile on his face. "Any good news?" asked Mustang. Bradley smiled, "Indeed. Transmissions from other ships confirm that we've already captured Utirik, Rongerick, and Bikini islands." Mustang too was pleased, but the island war wasn't over yet.

Somewhere on Maloelap Island...

Private First Class Stephen Madison dropped to one knee at the sound of a gun unloading. He looked over and saw one of his fellow platoon soldiers on the ground, bleeding from his chest, though he was already dead. Stephen cursed the Intelligance Divison, commonly known as "The Eye" for their inaccuracy in reporting resistance on Maloelap Island. Another shot rang out, but this time no one fell to the ground. One of the other Privates shouted and pointed to a location, before another shot rang out and he hit the ground. Three troops had looked to where he was pointing before he got shot and saw the muzzle flash. The three soldiers opened fire on the position of the muzzle flash, and no more shots rang out. Stephen was glad, though realized that Maloelap island had a few more resistance spots. In spite of that, most of the Marshall Islands had been secured with extremely low losses, due to the lack of landmass for troops to defend the islands.

The Marshall Island's government only controlled Majuro, Arno, Miti, Knox, Jaluit, and Namorik. The islands had either been abandoned or conquored by the Marines and elements of the Army. And even know troops were fighting on the islands of Knox, Arno, and Miti. The invasion of Majuro was about to be launched.

One mile off the coast of Majuro island...

"All is ready, Admiral," stated Mustang. Admiral Bradley enjoyed having Mustang under his command, not because of Mustang's intellignace or professional attitude, but because Mustang had a reputation of being a "lone wolf" commander, taking action when he deemed it nessecary. To finally have a leash on the lone wolf was truly something to be prideful about. "Excellent Mustang, prepare your troops, you'll be in full command of the ground forces once we secure the beachhead, understood?" stated Bradley. Mustang nodded in confirmation.

The naval guns of the JGFS Christiandom and JGFS Trinity, both of which were the pride battleships of the Jagadian Grand Fleet. The naval shells exploded on impact with the enemy beaches, and a few bodies could be seen being thrown into the air. While the bombardment was going on, naval transports made their way towards the shore.

Once hitting the beaches, the troops uses some of the crators created by the naval bombardment as protection against the remaining enemy gunfire. Despite fierce enemy resistance, the overwhelming numbers of troops overwhelmed the defenders. Any chance of a counter-attack to drive the Jagadian forces back into the sea was ended once tanks began to role onto the beaches, as well as plenty of artillery. An artillery bombardment from the nearby island of Arno, by Jagadian forces who had captured most of it, began to soften up the capital city. Quickly enemy forces from all over Majuro island headed towards the captial city of Majuro. These efforts were cut off, when a Mechanized Infantry Divison, supported by a regiment of artillery and tanks sliced threw the middle of the island, cutting enemy forces off.

Now Jagadians troops prepare for the final assault on the capital city...

One mile outside of Majuro City...

"Sir, we have more reports from the city," stated Steven, Mustang's aid. "Lets hear it," said the Field Marshall. He'd recently come ashore to better organize and lead the offensive against Majuro City. Already the artillery bombardment had laid to ruin the cities Industrial Sectors, and parts of its governmental buildings. The Fourth Mechanized Divison, with support from the 5th Armored Divison was already slicing the city in half to break the back of the defense and permit the 16th Infantry Divison, and 22nd Infantry Divison to take the two halves.

"Well sir, the Fourth Mechanized Divison is nearly done cutting the city in half, the two infantry divisons are simply waiting for orders to push into their respective halves sir," stated Steven.

Mustang sighed, "Order the infantry divisons to go ahead with their assault. If we begin the assault the enemy will pay more attention to their respective halves and permit the Fourth to finish cutting the city in half."

The order was sent out immiedately and within ten minutes the attack had begun. The Infantry Divisons had tough resistance upon their starting assault, but has they gradually advanced into the city the resistance slowly began to die. As the Fourth completely cut the city in half, the resistance began to decay as both sides were helping to supply each other. It only took three more hours to completely finish the invasion.

Inside Presidental Building, Majuro City, Majuro Island...

A sqaure, fold-out, table was in place. On one side was Field Marshall Roy Mustang, Representative of The Religious Commonwealth of Jagada, he was surronded by Admiral Bradley, and two of the Admiral's aids as witnesses. On the other end was Willis Hermance, President of the Marshall Islands, he was surronded by men in military outfits. They all had a grim look on their face, as if they had lost something very dear.

"Very well gentlemen, lets get this over with," stated Roy.

"I would like to say one thing first," said Willis. Roy nodded in confirmation. "Do realize, that no matter how long you colonize us, all empires die, and thus so will yours one day and on that day we shall be free again," stated Willis.

"For starters, the Religious Commonwealth of Jagada isn't an empire, it is a Democratic Commonwealth with an elected head of state and head of government," stated Roy in annoyance.

Admiral Bradley nodded to one of his aids and they laid a peice of paper on the table.

"This is the Intrament of Surrender," stated Roy. He then grabbed one of the pens on the table and signed his name, he was followed by Admiral Bradley who also signed his name. The paper was then passed over to Willis, who hesitated but did sign, one of the other men in the military outfits also signed.

"Excellent. As of this moment, the Republic of the Marshall Islands is no more, you are now and offical Province of The Religious Commonwealth of Jagada," stated Roy.