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The following nations are participants in this RP:

El Caudillo (role-playing myself as well as some Angolan rebels)
The Real ALM (supporting UNITA)
Jensai (supporting FNLA)
Halberdgardia (supporting FNLA)
Kordo (role-playing as the MPLA)
Van Luxemburg (supporting FLEC)
West Tennessee (supporting FLEC)


Now, for a brief nutshell:

UNITA, FNLA, and MPLA are all fighting El Caudillo and each other for Angola's independence. FLEC is fighting for Cabinda's independence (Cabinda is a province of Angola that's separated from the other provinces by the Democratic Republic of the Congo), so FLEC is viewed as an enemy by both the first three groups as well as El Caudillo.

The aforesaid groups' political ideologies are as follows:


1.UNITA (originally Maoist, now anti-communist)
2.FNLA (capitalist, anti-communist)
3.MPLA (communist)
4.FLEC (no clear political ideology; no interest in Angola as a whole, just the province of Cabinda)

I hope everyone enjoys this RP.}

IC:

Introduction


For centuries, the Portuguese had ruled the impoverished, geologically rich southern African nation of Angola, a country with vast oil reserves and an abundance of invaluable minerals. In the 1960s, a guerrilla war began, brewed by the FNLA, UNITA, and MPLA, all united in their opposition to Portuguese colonialism, all deeply divided by tribal and political issues. Each vied to control an independent Angola. The Portuguese fought a long, hard war that took an enormous toll on both Portugal's treasury and on the lives of young Portuguese men. There seemed to be no end in sight, a true quagmire. However, following a left-wing coup in 1974, the new quasi-communist government of Portugal negotiated the independence of Angola and Mozambique, handing them over to the Soviet-aligned, Marxist MPLA and FRELIMO, respectively. Both countries erupted into civil war. Hundreds of thousands were killed, millions were displaced, as havoc was wrought in this strategic part of the globe. Finally, just a few years after El Caudillo was formed, the El Caudillan military intervened, killed the Marxists, disarmed the other rebel forces, and pacified the country. Food, medicine, and books were used to combat famine, disease, and illiteracy. It was a winning battle; within 5 years, Angola and Mozambique had a literacy rate of over 85%, only 15% of their populations below poverty line, and a significantly lower infant mortality rate. The El Caudillan government expected gratitude; what they got was a new insurgency, launched by the three previously mentioned groups as well as another group that had played a minor but pivotal role in the previous war, the FLEC, which had no interested in Angola as a whole, only the independence of Cabinda province. Once again, Angola became hell on Earth, as a war far more devastating, brutal, and chaotic than all those before it, erupted into a conflict beyond imagination...

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(NOTE: There are large numbers of El Caudillan soldiers in all of the western-most provinces, so these areas are hotly contested and in danger of falling into El Caudillan hands.)

MPLA Leader Alexandre Trotsky, rumored illegitimate child of an African servant girl and Leon Trotsky (a rumor Alexandre himself promoted), looked at the map and various other papers in front of him. In the seventies, Alexandre had been posed to take the leadership role of the MPLA and with it, Angola itself. However, he had been young and brash, and his premature move only facilitated the attacks by other rebellious factions, and eventually the El Caudillo invasion.

But his fate changed along with the government. During the fighting against El Caudillo and the ealier rebellion, he earned the nickname ‘o touro’ or ‘the bull’ for his brutal but brilliant tactics. He had fought even as almost all his compatriots surrendered their arms and took up civilian life, or in some cases, government positions. Alexandre would spend the next several years of El Caudillo rule leading the MPLA’s struggle, one that was reduced to the terrorist actions of a few dozen men at most.

Yet it was these men who now commanded his armies, his freedom fighters. While some of his old friends finally saw the logic and attempted to re-join the MPLA, but Alexandre had them brutally executed; by cutting out their tongs and leaving them tied to a post in a clearing in the forest. There they died, in Alexandre's mind, paying for their betrayal of the MPLA. Even now, Alexandre only excepted new members, members he and his most long-term and most loyal followers treated with much deserved disgust, because they were necessary to establish the true communist government in Angola.

In this war, the MPLA would not take prisoners. It was join the MPLA or die.


ooc: as you can tell, Alexandre Trotsky is a vicious, cruel, and slightly crazy leader. He is a brilliant leader, though his only real experience is in insurgency-type fighting. He also has developed a sort of cult following, including a rich series of legends, most of which revolve around his birth (his supposed father) and his infailablity in battle. Most of his top followers believe in this cult of personality so strongly that they often continue with Alexandre’s orders, ignoring changing circumstances on the battlefield, which in turn leads to their defeat.

Secret IC:
*The Office of the Emporer*
The Holy Empire of Shazbotdom observed the area for a while before deciding that they would help. With a swift stroke of a pen, the Emporer signed papers initiating military aid to the freedom fighters in Angola. A small contingent of troops would be dispatched using AC-01 Pelican and AC-02 Garrison aircraft. This will be the first fighting force that the Holy Empire dispatches to the region and will contain regions controlled by the freedom fighters.


1st Company, 5th Division were to be dispatched for the job at hand.
15,000 -- XR-01 Battle-Rifles (w/ TR-02 Handguns)
7.500 -- XR-03 Sub-Machine Guns (w/ TR-02 Handguns)
7,500 -- XR-04 Sniper Rifles
7,500 -- XR-05 Rocket Launchers
750 Support and Logistics

The telegram was received in the wee hours local (Memphis) time. The watch officer at the communications hub of West Tennessee was baffled.

Where the heck is Cabinda?

Hours later, in the Capitol of Jackson, President York awoke to find the telegram on top of his morning intelligence briefing. As was the Presidents custom, he read the telegram aloud to his foggy eyed staff.

To President York from the people of Cabinda

Where the heck is Cabinda? the president questioned. Ignoring his Foreign Department aid he continued

We appeal to the freedom loving people of the Confederacy of West Tennessee for help. We are not engaged in a war of aggression like the other factions in Angola.

Oh, Angola. Again, ignoring the aid, the President picked up.

We humbly beseech you for defensive support against a non-elected regime. We only ask for our right to decide who governs us. The people have spoken that they want an independent Cabinda. Sincerely the people and FLEC leadership.

Well the President finaly spoke after a long pause, what do you think? His gaze directed toward his foreign and military advisors. It was the domestic advisor that spoke up first though.

Mr. President he began, it would look good to support those in need who only want their freedom..

The military aid was next to speak. While we only have a small military, we face no threats on our continent. It might be a wise decision to support the FLEC at this time.

The foreign aid, sensing it was his turn to speak, opened his mouth but was promptly cut off yet again. President York had decided. Mount up the troops. I want one infantry brigade with armor and artillery support sent to Africa. Though most of the troops can be sent on our transport you can use some of the funding to use commercial airliners to fly over the rest. I’d like to talk to the naval and army commanders being sent before they embark to stress the defensive nature of their mission. We have a lot of work to do, so lets get going.

A few hours later the ships of the Confederacy of West Tennessee were being loaded and troops prepping to leave. They wouldn’t get underway until the next day, but as the President said, there was work to be done. A public statement announcing Tennessee’s involvement would be read by 17:00 local time.

The force to be sent was large by the small countries standard. Almost 6000 infantry, 10 tanks, 30 APCs, 15 armored recon vehicles, 10 anti-tank/infantry support vehicles and 20 mobile artillery guns. They would sail with almost the entire West Tennessee navy.

Benguela Province, Angola


General Joaquim Caetano led a brigade of over 5,000 troops, more than 40% of them non-El Caudillan (1,500 were native Angolans, about 300 were former Rhodesian Selous scouts, 50 were former Koevoet officers, and the remaining 250 were mercenaries), through the savannah of Benguela province, in search of MPLA soldiers. While the government at home had a definite interest in seeing each rebel group defeated, the order was to concentrate most heavily on defeating the MPLA first, then taking care of the others. The MPLA showed remarkable brutality toward non-sympathetic civilians; General Caetano's forces had come across hundreds of women with their breasts cut off, pregnant women eviscerated with the fetuses pulled out, decapitated children, people cut in half lengthways in sawmills {OOC: In real life, these are examples of what the real MPLA did to their enemies}, among atrocities too gruesome to describe. Fortunately for the El Caudillans, all of the provinces where the MPLA was in control bordered each other; they were not separated by rival territory like the other factions' provinces were. Therefore, once all the MPLA provinces were in El Caudillan hands, they would have a huge chunk of territory from which to spring invasions into both UNITA and FNLA territory at once. The El Caudillan forces wasted no time in getting to work. Drawbridges were dismantled. Roads were mined. The front entrances of huts belonging to MPLA sympathizers were booby-trapped. Hopefully soon, the EC soldiers would encounter some MPLA soldiers head-on. Then the real fighting could begin.

Presidential Mansion, Jensai

"Mr. President, we've recieved a communique from a rebel group known as FNLA. They are fighting for independence from...El Caudillo. They're in a region known as 'Angola'. They are attempting to set up a democratic, capitalist government."

Adderson nodded, taking in the information, "What do our latest intelligence reports say about the area?"

"Well sir, there are two other independence groups fighting gor independence in the area. One is Marxist and the other is anti-communist, but we believe that FNLA is the best bet for the region.... and we have recieved word that El Caudillo is deploying troops."

The president considered for a moment, leaning back into his chair. He considered the situation for a few moments, wondering if what he was about to do would be the right thing. Finally he spoke:

"Contact the leaders of the FNLA. Tell them we will support them in their bid for independence. Began shipments of medical supplies, weapons, and food to them and deploy some advisors to help them learn how to use the weapons. One of the provinces under thier control is right on the coast, so we should have no problem. We need to do this covertly at the moment. We can't risk war with Caudillo. Once FNLA gains more power we will send in the troops at their request."

"Yes, sir!"

18 Hours Later

An unmarked frieghter slips out of port, bound for Angola. In the hold crates holding SIG assualt rifles, mortars, light machine guns, and rüstungsmörders, Jensai anti-tank rocket launchers. Other crates hold military rations, medic kist, medicine, and other medical supplies. Also on board are several passengers in military dress.

Unseen beneath the waves, a Jensai attack sub shadows the frieghter, watching and listening for trouble.

The Grand Duke's Palace, Rue de la Grand-Duchy 1, Luxembourg, capital of Van Luxemburg, 30th of June 2005

The Grand Duke had it's breakfast in silence. several advisors from different instances sat around him. on the wall there was a map, a map of Angola.

"So what you mean is, that our Agent in Cabinda reported that the FLEC wants to set up an independent state?" The Grand Duke asked his Van Luxemburg Intelligence Agency officer.
"Yes sir, He wants to know what to do" the officer replied.
The Grand Duke was thinking. you could see it on his face.
"OK, I've got Twenty million here" The Grand Duke walked to a little cabinet, and grabbed a briefcase. "Let him buy a Nice mansion, with a lot of land around it. That will be our Base for the Time being."
"Ok sir, Thank you."
"No Problem, okay Argennont, what have we got for this operation?"
The General of the Van Luxemburg Armed Forces stood up and walked towards a Laptop with a Beamer connected to it. He fired up the Laptop and the Logo of the Van Luxemburg Armed Forces appeared.
"We will send 1st Spec-ops in, 1,000 highly trained men, they can be based at the mansion. 11th Armoured has been stripped from their AMX-40's, they don't live up to our very high expectations. this doesn't mean they're bad, they're quite good actually. 1,000 will be send to the mansion to be taken over by the FLEC. this aswell as 10,000 old FAMAS F1 weapons, 20,000 Colt M1911 .45's and 500 brandnew Eryx AT launchers. RenaultVL has promised 1000 Kerax 6x6 trucks for them."
"Excellent choice, I will donate 2 billion to the good cause." The Grand Duke replied, one of the Richest men on Earth.
The Government attendant stood up, he coughed and got a paper out of his pocket.
"The Goverment of Van Luxemburg has promised Humanitarian help and will try to feed the FLEC with Food and Anything else they need."
The Grand Duke looked at his General.
"How can this all be transported? It can't go by Air, it's too risky, isn't it?"
"Believe me, it can, We'll send twenty A400M aircraft towards the Mansion to transport the weapons and aid. The Tanks and Trucks will go by military Ro-Ro."
"The El Caudillians will immediately see we're helping the FLEC!"
The Shocked Government attendant said.
"No, it will be send to Congo, and it will reach the Mansion by A400M, cause the 20 A400M's will be on standby there."
"OK, case closed, let me eat!" the Grand Duke said.

And so were the Weapons on their way.

5 days later

VLIA Officer Arennault walked through the Mansion. he had control over this mansion, a mansion where 1,000 Van Luxemburgian spec-ops were stationed.
a few hours ago, the AMX-40 MBT's arrived. so did the Trucks. weapons arrived a few days earlier by aircraft. He walked towards his office, the place from where he would lead this operation together with several other commanders.
"When are the FLEC commanders arriving?"
"They said it very vague, but it should be today or tomorrow." his secretary answered with a boring accent.
he walked on, through the building. when he arrived at the Medical post, he saw several men laying down on brancards. it seemed they had a snakebite.
He walked out of the building into the morning sun. it was early in the morning, and it wasn't very warm yet, it was about 24 degrees celsius.
Suddenly three shots could be heared, and Arennault dived. several soldiers were laughing at him, but he didn't know why, until he saw the small sign, indicating that this was a training area. He stood up again, cleared his uniform from dust and walked on. a Puma helicopter landed and took a few soldiers aboard, probably to go on patrol. another landed and refueled, it had just finished it's patrol. when he was looking at this, he could hear his walkietalkie.
"Command to Arennault, we've got sattelite contact with VLS Cassis,
aircraftcarrier from the Perpignan class"
"Yup I'm coming"

5 minutes later he arrived at the office, where a large videoscreen was deployed. the face of Admiral Ouestes, commander of 2nd Naval rapid deployment, could be seen.
" Commander Arennault? ah, it's a pleasure to see you."
"The pleasure is mine, Admiral" Arennault responded.
"I've been sent by the ministry of Defense, I must provide Air and Artillery support with my ships"
"With how many ships are you?"
"Ten. 1 aircraftcarrier from the Perpignan class, 1 helicoptercarrier from the Montpellier class, 1 Verdun AA destroyer, 2 Le Havre cruisers, 2 Bordeaux destroyers, 1 Nimes Patrol frigate and 2 Le Triomphant ballistic Missile Subs, all stealth, following latest Van Luxemburg doctrines."
"OK, we'll contact you when we need you" arennault pressed a button and the video screen disappeared.

Somewhere in West Virginia-

Kimiko A. Moua perused the documents and the internet news reports flowing out of Angola. Apparently, three factions were contesting the El Caudillan government for command of the land.

She smiled....she had heard of the El Caudillan government's moves to ban nigh near any form of entertainment, including anime. This she hated. Still, she was beginning to seem soft-Karl was chastising her not but five days ago for not "carrying out the glorious Jihad," as he said. She was making too many threats, and not acting on them.

This time, the pattern would be reversed. RALM fighters would go in, unannounced, with publicity after a terror attack had been staged. Then, everybody would know, the RALM was back in business.

First, she had to get people in. Mikey Gincarelli had plans to fly some M16's and Colt Commandos to UNITA, along with heavier stuff like mortars and old Soviet RPG-7Vs and even SMAWs. Jake Featherston could send a team of Lighthorses under the command of Linda Stuart; she had distinguished herself in Botswana before disturbances in West Virginia required their withdrawal. And she could send agents in to do the nasty stuff.

She sent a secret telegram to the UNITA Forces:

TO: UNITA C-in-C
FROM: Kimiko A. Moua

I have heard of your struggle to free Angola from the tyrannical El Caudillans and the Marxist rascals in your midst. Might I offer guns and men to aid you?

TO: UNITA C-in-C
FROM: Kimiko A. Moua

I have heard of your struggle to free Angola from the tyrannical El Caudillans and the Marxist rascals in your midst. Might I offer guns and men to aid you?

To: Kimiko A. Moua
From: Mould Malheiro, Sr.

Yes, that would be excellent. We are especially in need of antiaircraft artillery to take out the El Caudillan aircraft that have been launching air strikes against our forces.

To: The Grand Duke of Van Luxemburg
From: Fernando Moco, commander-in-chief of FLEC

Your Excellency, thank you for the aid you have bestowed upon us. We must warn you, however, that there are unconfirmed- but quite credible- rumors that other foreign powers are planning to intervene on behalf of UNITA, FNLA, and MPLA. Be on your guard.

Secret IC:
*The Office of the Emporer*
The Holy Empire of Shazbotdom observed the area for a while before deciding that they would help. With a swift stroke of a pen, the Emporer signed papers initiating military aid to the freedom fighters in Angola. A small contingent of troops would be dispatched using AC-01 Pelican and AC-02 Garrison aircraft. This will be the first fighting force that the Holy Empire dispatches to the region and will contain regions controlled by the freedom fighters.


1st Company, 5th Division were to be dispatched for the job at hand.
15,000 -- XR-01 Battle-Rifles (w/ TR-02 Handguns)
7.500 -- XR-03 Sub-Machine Guns (w/ TR-02 Handguns)
7,500 -- XR-04 Sniper Rifles
7,500 -- XR-05 Rocket Launchers
750 Support and Logistics

{OOC: To which group are you sending this aid?}

The telegram was received in the wee hours local (Memphis) time. The watch officer at the communications hub of West Tennessee was baffled.

Where the heck is Cabinda?

Hours later, in the Capitol of Jackson, President York awoke to find the telegram on top of his morning intelligence briefing. As was the Presidents custom, he read the telegram aloud to his foggy eyed staff.

To President York from the people of Cabinda

Where the heck is Cabinda? the president questioned. Ignoring his Foreign Department aid he continued

We appeal to the freedom loving people of the Confederacy of West Tennessee for help. We are not engaged in a war of aggression like the other factions in Angola.

Oh, Angola. Again, ignoring the aid, the President picked up.

We humbly beseech you for defensive support against a non-elected regime. We only ask for our right to decide who governs us. The people have spoken that they want an independent Cabinda. Sincerely the people and FLEC leadership.

Well the President finaly spoke after a long pause, what do you think? His gaze directed toward his foreign and military advisors. It was the domestic advisor that spoke up first though.

Mr. President he began, it would look good to support those in need who only want their freedom..

The military aid was next to speak. While we only have a small military, we face no threats on our continent. It might be a wise decision to support the FLEC at this time.

The foreign aid, sensing it was his turn to speak, opened his mouth but was promptly cut off yet again. President York had decided. Mount up the troops. I want one infantry brigade with armor and artillery support sent to Africa. Though most of the troops can be sent on our transport you can use some of the funding to use commercial airliners to fly over the rest. I’d like to talk to the naval and army commanders being sent before they embark to stress the defensive nature of their mission. We have a lot of work to do, so lets get going.

A few hours later the ships of the Confederacy of West Tennessee were being loaded and troops prepping to leave. They wouldn’t get underway until the next day, but as the President said, there was work to be done. A public statement announcing Tennessee’s involvement would be read by 17:00 local time.

The force to be sent was large by the small countries standard. Almost 6000 infantry, 10 tanks, 30 APCs, 15 armored recon vehicles, 10 anti-tank/infantry support vehicles and 20 mobile artillery guns. They would sail with almost the entire West Tennessee navy.

To: His Excellency, President York
From: Fernando Moco

We thank you, from the bottoms of our hearts, for your selfless and heroic intervention on our behalf. Luckily, the great nation of Van Luxemburg is aiding us as well. May our combined efforts be victorious!

Presidential Mansion, Jensai

"Mr. President, we've recieved a communique from a rebel group known as FNLA. They are fighting for independence from...El Caudillo. They're in a region known as 'Angola'. They are attempting to set up a democratic, capitalist government."

Adderson nodded, taking in the information, "What do our latest intelligence reports say about the area?"

"Well sir, there are two other independence groups fighting gor independence in the area. One is Marxist and the other is anti-communist, but we believe that FNLA is the best bet for the region.... and we have recieved word that El Caudillo is deploying troops."

The president considered for a moment, leaning back into his chair. He considered the situation for a few moments, wondering if what he was about to do would be the right thing. Finally he spoke:

"Contact the leaders of the FNLA. Tell them we will support them in their bid for independence. Began shipments of medical supplies, weapons, and food to them and deploy some advisors to help them learn how to use the weapons. One of the provinces under thier control is right on the coast, so we should have no problem. We need to do this covertly at the moment. We can't risk war with Caudillo. Once FNLA gains more power we will send in the troops at their request."

"Yes, sir!"

18 Hours Later

An unmarked frieghter slips out of port, bound for Angola. In the hold crates holding SIG assualt rifles, mortars, light machine guns, and rüstungsmörders, Jensai anti-tank rocket launchers. Other crates hold military rations, medic kist, medicine, and other medical supplies. Also on board are several passengers in military dress.

Unseen beneath the waves, a Jensai attack sub shadows the frieghter, watching and listening for trouble.

To: President Addison
From: Roberto de Jesus Africanos, commander-in-chief of FNLA

I thank you very much for your generous aid. I have almost 7,500 troops at my disposal, ready to fight alongside you.

To: Kimiko A. Moua
From: Mould Malheiro, Sr.

Kimiko received the reply, and said:

"Very well. The first load will be sent to Naimbe Province. Await ten C-130s marked KSC Shipping."

She thus began making the necessary phone calls.....

...which then resulted in a fleet of ten C-130s, laden with man portable Stinger missiles, ZSU-23-4s, Avenger SAMs, M16's with M203s, and some Mortars marked "KSC Shipping" flying over Naimbe Province. They found a bush airstrip, and landed, awaiting the presence of UNITA forces.

Out of two of the C-130's came two teams of Lighthorses, led by none other than Linda Stuart herself. She licked her chops and said, "Let's kick some commie ass."

FROM: Commander Arennault, Van Luxemburg Forces Angola-Cabinda (VLFAC)
TO: Fernando Moco, commander-in-chief of FLEC

Our Intelligence shows the same than you're saying, but we need to exchange those tanks now, so more of our own tanks can be flown in. we request you to urgently come to our Base in Cabinda to pick them up. also, we are running patrols now, but we haven't seen any El Caudillian yet, do you know where to search and disrupt them?

OOC: I'm trying to get into firefights this evening, but It's terribly raining down here, and I'm in charge of the pumps, so our House can't fill up with water. :p

Kimiko received the reply, and said:

"Very well. The first load will be sent to Naimbe Province. Await ten C-130s marked KSC Shipping."

She thus began making the necessary phone calls.....

...which then resulted in a fleet of ten C-130s, laden with man portable Stinger missiles, ZSU-23-4s, Avenger SAMs, M16's with M203s, and some Mortars marked "KSC Shipping" flying over Naimbe Province. They found a bush airstrip, and landed, awaiting the presence of UNITA forces.

Out of two of the C-130's came two teams of Lighthorses, led by none other than Linda Stuart herself. She licked her chops and said, "Let's kick some commie ass."

To: Kimiko A. Moua
From: Mould Malheiro, Sr.

Thank you, Ms. Moua. With your help, may we emerge victorious!

FROM: Commander Arennault, Van Luxemburg Forces Angola-Cabinda (VLFAC)
TO: Fernando Moco, commander-in-chief of FLEC

Our Intelligence shows the same than you're saying, but we need to exchange those tanks now, so more of our own tanks can be flown in. we request you to urgently come to our Base in Cabinda to pick them up. also, we are running patrols now, but we haven't seen any El Caudillian yet, do you know where to search and disrupt them?

OOC: I'm trying to get into firefights this evening, but It's terribly raining down here, and I'm in charge of the pumps, so our House can't fill up with water. :p

To: Commander Arennault
From: Fernando Moco

I will have my men retrieve them promptly. As for the El Caudillans, there is not yet a large number of them in Cabinda, only about 500 or so. Nevertheless, they have managed to capture, wound, or kill more than 1,700 of my 4,500-man army. My troops are not well-trained. Could you provide training, as well?

To: Kimiko A. Moua
From: Mould Malheiro, Sr.

Kimiko wrote back:

"Mr. Malheiro-

No problem....just ask, you shall recieve. We have men we could deploy on your behalf in El Caudillan controlled cities to do some sabotage and other crippling actions; would you like us to use these? If not, we could always persuade our friends in the Reunited States to send their Lighthorse Special Forces to aid you, if that would be more your style.

Kimiko A. Moua"

From: Commander Arennault, VLFAC
To: Fernando Moco, commander-in-chief of FLEC

Ofcourse we can provide training, we can also train the men that are going to operate the tanks, just send them over to our Base. Also, if you need air or artillery support, please contact us. but have you any clue where the El Caudillians might be located? we can launch a surprise attack on them together.

From: Commander Arennault, VLFAC
To: Fernando Moco, commander-in-chief of FLEC

Ofcourse we can provide training, we can also train the men that are going to operate the tanks, just send them over to our Base. Also, if you need air or artillery support, please contact us. but have you any clue where the El Caudillians might be located? we can launch a surprise attack on them together.

To: Commander Arennault
From: Fernando Moco

Thank you. We believe the El Caudillan forces are concentrated near the southern border of Cabinda, near the Cabindan-Congolese border.

Kimiko wrote back:

"Mr. Malheiro-

No problem....just ask, you shall recieve. We have men we could deploy on your behalf in El Caudillan controlled cities to do some sabotage and other crippling actions; would you like us to use these? If not, we could always persuade our friends in the Reunited States to send their Lighthorse Special Forces to aid you, if that would be more your style.

Kimiko A. Moua"

To: Kimiko A. Moua
From: Mould Malheiro, Sr.

Thank you. They would be of immense help. We accept them gratefully. And please, call me Mould.

{OOC: To which group are you sending this aid?}


OOC: The MPLA (Although my nation is not communist, we will support them)

OOC: The MPLA (Although my nation is not communist, we will support them)

{OOC: Cool, thanks. :)}

Offices of the DCI, The Halberdgardian Central Intelligence Agency Compound, Somewhere in Halberdgardia, 2231 Zulu

DCI Donovan Whitling looked at his DDCI sitting in front of him with a dubious look.

"Another freedom-fighters movement? How many goddamned revolutions do you want to get us into, Hatcher?" Whitling's voice had a razor-edge to it.

Dominic Hatcher recoiled slightly. "Well, sir, the civil war in Monitgnac is winding down, and our agents there are in a prime position to install the democratic government..."

"That's the only goddamned reason I'm going to support this FNLA of yours. Unlike the Guadalombian rebels, not only do these guys look like they have a chance, but they're looking for a better government for their people, which is more than can be said about those druggies in Guadalombia."

"Deployment strength, sir? Intelligence puts FNLA strength at 7,500 men. We're not sure if they have any other foreign strength or not."

Whitling thought about it for a brief second. "Get authorization from SOCOM to send a Special Forces B-Detachment. That'll give us three A-Detachments and then whatever of our agents we deploy. Say, a dozen. MILCOM can reinforce those boys with troops if things come to blows down there, but for now, this is black. Also, get in contact with our usual arms-dealer friends, and get them to send some weapons to our FNLA buddies. We'll take the fight to the El Caudillian bastards first, then we deal with any of the other hostile rebel groups."

"Yessir."

[Check the OOC thread for added info on our deployment.]

*Somewhere in the Shazbotdonian State of Illinois*

The Marine Corps Air Division rushes all over to prep the 30 AC-01's and the 30 AC-02's for take-off. The battalion of troops that was orders into the battle arrived earlier in the day and had their items loaded up into the aircraft. There were no ground vehicles going to be used in this operation at this point in time. It will be a possibility of the vehicles being brought into play at a moments notice if the Emporer decides it. Parliment released a statement of the leadership of all the Marine Corps division earlier today stating the Empire's intent to help a nation overthrow a tyranical regeme and replace it with one that would help the people.

The Marines started to get into their designated AC-01's and AC-02's. Weapons were primed for combat as the aircraft began pre-flight ignition sequences. Echo 324 was the lead aircraft in this operation. The aircraft had orders to fly below the radar deck to try and conserve fuel. It would take T Minus 19 hours to reach the targeted drop off zone.

The marines finished loading up into their aircraft and the pilots radioed the air control towers that they were ready to take off. The AC-01's started their vertial takeoff routines while the AC-02's used the runways to take off. Within 15 minutes all the aircraft were on their way to the nation of Angola to assist the civilians.

From: Commander Arennault, VLFAC
To: Fernando Moco, commander-in-chief of FLEC

Thank you for your information, we are planning to attack them as fast as possible.

Commander Arennault, VLFAC

5 hours later

Twenty Rafale-M Multirole aircraft took off from the VLS Cassis, preparing to attack the El Caudillian positions. at the same moment, 6 Sea Tiger Attack helicopters took off from the VLS Grau-Du-Roi, The Helicopter Carrier from 2nd Naval Rapid Deployment. heading: The Cabinda-Congolese border.

"Rafale-Leader to Tigre-Leader, ETA status?"
"ETA 20 mins, Tigre-leader out."
"Roger, starting runs"

The First group of Three Rafale-M multiroles came down from the sky, dropping their precious load, which caused an Inferno in the El Caudillian camp. Then, group after group, they came down from the Sky, out of the clouds, which had hidden them.

The Jungle, 500m north of the El Caudillian camp.

600 Marines, also known as Spec-ops, ran through the jungle, nearing the El Caudillian camp. they will have Air and artillery support, the commander said.
When the Rafale-M's couldn't be heard, A Cruise missile shelling began, it was only short, but Ten cruise missiles had hit the El Caudillian camp hard.
shortly after that, The Marines stormed in, killing every person which came into their way.

Kimiko wrote back-

"Mould-

Very well....some very good friends will be arriving soon.

Kimiko"

Soon, ten C-17's began flying high into the atmosphere over Niambe Province. Eventually, the 250 Lighthorses onboard all began to make HALO drops, as they all lept out, clad in HALO pressurized jumpsuits. Their supplies were parachuted with them.....

Eventually, after reaching a safe altitude, they opened their parachutes, and floated safely to Earth. There, they unpacked their wargear, and half began to move to make contact with existing Horse units in the area, who had escorted the first shipment. Linda Stuart was busy coordinating their movements on secure frequencies, so they managed to stay together....

..the other half, meanwhile, began to move to secure airstrips to allow for more supplies to flow to UNITA. Any terrain that semed like a prime candidate for a bush airstrip or any existing airstrip was fortified, and ringed with Claymores and AP and AT mines. Certain areas in the perimeters were open, so that UNITA forces could get their stuff; these were guarded by MG and Mortar nests. They moved in and out, trying to avoid El Caudillan patrols; but inevitably, as they assaulted the enemy, they were forced to use their rifles and Mortars on them.....

Meanwhile, more guns and ammo flew into Stuart's airstrip, carried by KSC Shipping C-130s, C-54s, and Cessnas and Pipers of all shapes and sizes.

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To add to this, several men drove into the capital of Cuanza Sul. These men looked like normal businessmen, agents of the KSC Corporation, but in reality, they were Tokko agents. It had been a while since they had anybody new to cut their teeth on; this was a welcome challenge.

They seemed innocent enough; they knew that El Caudillan troops would be holding this place down, so they didn't bring in any explosives or chemicals with them. However, they vowed to use other methods, like good old fashioned kidnapping. The men had knives on them, and Beretta Tomcats, but their corporate status ensured that they would need such things. Hopefully, they could convince the authorities about that.

They drove to a ratty old hotel, and parked their Land Rover in the lot. Then, they got out, and checked in. From then on in, they began their plans....

The camp burst into an orange fireball upon being struck by the missiles. Several men were drowned in a sea of flames which swallowed their flesh and charred their bones black. The sound and odor of roasting flesh was horrifying. Hundreds of Van Luxemburgian Marines stormed the camp in an all-out, no-holds-barred blitzkrieg that completely caught the El Caudillans off guard.

"Shoot! There's too many 'em!"

"Retreat, retreat!"

Most of the men, however, refused to retreat. They pounded away at the attackers with howitzers and heavy artillery, while strafing with machine-guns and lobbing hand grenades. Bloody corpses littered the landscape. The sound of bullets being exchanged drowned out the horrified screams of the wounded. It quickly become a gore-soaked slaughterhouse, as dozens of men fell dead, their bodies full of bullet holes. The El Caudillans were outnumbered, but they would not give up without a fight.

OOC: Using Artillery when my forces are next to them? not smart..... you will blow up your own forces too.... :D

IC:

"Tango to Tigre-Leader: Storm In! Storm In! Tango to Papa Bear:
We're under heavy fire, I repeat, heavy fire, request reinforcements."

As the Radio message sounded, 6 Attack helicopters, the French/German answer to a Comanche, stormed in and used their Miniguns and rockets on anything that didn't liked them.

1 km back into the Jungle, 4 Leclerc Mk.3 tanks moved up to the camp, with the intention to aid their fellow Marines.

"Papa Bear To FLEC, we could use some assistance out here! Papa Bear out!"

The first Tennessee volunteers to arrive were aboard civilian aircraft. Approximately 300 troops and support personnel arrived in the capitol city of Cabinda. They secured the necessary port facilities for offloading the troops and weapons.

At 0300 local time the next morning the first of the troop ships arrived. The first group of two thousand men unloaded. By 0700 they were on their way to the border city of Iema. For the rest of the day unloading continued. Tanks and infantry rolled off the ships, both military and civilian. Advisors were sent to the headquarters of Fernando Moco to inquire about the availability of support forces on the southern flank.

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By the second morning of Tennessean troops in Cabinda the construction of defenses along the southern border had begun. The units, about 2000 infantry strong each, occupied the towns of Chipita, Iema and Tchinzaze. The Tennessean headquarters was located in the town of Buca, between the capitol and the frontline towns. Armor and support vehicles were dispersed among the front line towns. All of the TAM tanks were sent to Chipita and Imea, as it was the most likely route to the capitol from the south.

While the fortifications were built, the indigenous forces were receiving additional training with the small arms of the Tennessean Army. A select few also received training on the Ontos mobile recoilless rifle system.

Once offloaded the transports, accompanied by the Gephard class PCFG WTS Dyersburg, headed for home. They didn’t know if more forces would be necessary. They didn’t even know if an attack would come at all, but better safe than sorry. The Perry class Memphis and another Gephard class, the Jackson, stayed close to Cabinda port, in hopes of keeping the supply link alive.

All that was left was to await the onslaught. They were to make no offensive movements.

That night, somewhere on the southern plain, a group of soldiers could be heard singing Dixie.

*Aboard Echo 324, Lead AC-01 Pelican: T Minus 15 minutes to target*

Sergent Baker: "Alright maggots. This is your first combat explerience. We have 4 Factions and 1 nation fighting for control of a nation. We believe that the Communist Party is the best option for this nation due to their abilitiy to stabilize the economy. We also believe that the Capitalists are helping, and funding, coorporate terrorists within the nation. Anyone have any questions, or prayers, to say before we enter this hellhole?"

Troops: "Sir, No Sir!"

Baker: "Alright. Lock and load!"

OOC: Using Artillery when my forces are next to them? not smart..... you will blow up your own forces too.... :D

IC:

"Tango to Tigre-Leader: Storm In! Storm In! Tango to Papa Bear:
We're under heavy fire, I repeat, heavy fire, request reinforcements."

As the Radio message sounded, 6 Attack helicopters, the French/German answer to a Comanche, stormed in and used their Miniguns and rockets on anything that didn't liked them.

1 km back into the Jungle, 4 Leclerc Mk.3 tanks moved up to the camp, with the intention to aid their fellow Marines.

"Papa Bear To FLEC, we could use some assistance out here! Papa Bear out!"

"Crap, they've got choppers! Take cover!"

Too late.

The Van Luxemburg helicopters streaked through the sky, pummeling their earthbound prey with an unrelenting barrage of rockets and bullets, causing men to burst like tomatoes and collapse into pools of their own blood as gore seeped through bullet holes. The odor was indescribable. El Caudillan soldiers manned the howitzers and began firing at their aerial attackers.

OOC: Hate to nag, but El Caudillo, what about my insertions?

OOC: Hate to nag, but El Caudillo, what about my insertions?

{OOC: My guys don't know about that yet.}

Dozens of miles away from the quickly-erupting Van Luxemburg-El Caudillo conflict, two mammoth Halberdgardian MH-53M Pave Low IV helicopters made their way into FNLA airspace. Their contents? The Halberdgardian SOLE team, consisting of some 57 men: 36 SOF personnel, their nine commanding officers, and a dozen HCIA agents. They would rendezvous with the FNLA command and begin to turn them into a fighting force to be reckoned with.

Major Craig Halloway was the B-Detachment's commander. His HCIA equivalent, Lorenzo Kepplinger, sat beside him on the Pave Low. The two had worked together closely on previous black ops before, and had become close friends over the years.

"You ready for this, Major?" Kepplinger asked him, smiling.

"What do you think, Lorenzo?" Halloway replied, grinning back.

"Seriously, though, Craig, what do you think our chances look like?"

"Oh, come on, Lorenzo, you know I can't tell you that. We have to get on the ground, meet with the FNLA leader, see what his troops look like, and if they've got any other foreign support," Halloway said. He began to tick off things on his fingers. "If their leader is a fanatical would-be dictator, we're fucked. If his 'soldiers' are nothing more than an armed rabble, we're fucked. If we're alone out here, we're marginally fucked."

"'Marginally fucked'? What the hell kind of thing is that to say?" Kepplinger asked, laughing.

"Well, we are SOF. These El Caudillians are about to find out: you don't fuck with a country and get away with it. You don't oppress a people and get away with it. And when we come in to bring democracy to the oppressed, you don't fuck with us."

"De Oppresso Liber," Kepplinger echoed.

"Amen to that, Lorenzo," Halloway said, slowly nodding. "Amen to that."

The Pave Lows sped up imperceptibly, and suddenly, Halloway and Kepplinger could see land. They had reached Zaire. The voice of the Pave Low's pilot cut in on the team members' comm channel.

"Welcome to FNLA territory, folks."

OOC: Got it. If this next part isn't cool, I can fix it.

IC:

The airstrips set up by the Lighthorses soon began to attract KSC planes, who began to deliver a steady stream of AAA Guns, Stingers, SAMs, M16's w/ M203s, and other arms that UNITA needed for their war effort. It also attracted 1,600 more RSA SpecOps, who infiltrated the region using the strips and began to prowl around not only Namibe, but Cunene, Haila, and Cuando Cubango as well.

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Meanwhile, the men set out to find a mark. Traveling around in their Land Rover, they saw a soldier on break at a cafe, sidearm at his side, but mainly relaxed, eating a sandwich and drinking coffee.

One of the men got out, and began to talk with the soldier. As they talked, the man talking to the soldier slipped a pill into his coffee. After a while, the soldier grew tired, and said, "Can you take me to my regiment?"

The man said, "Sure."

He led the soldier into the Land Rover, and then, the Rover drove off. Soon, the soldier was bound and gagged; a knife was pointed to his throat. The man said, "This is a kidnapping. Gimme your wallet. Shut up, and you may just live to go home and see your significant other."

This occurred as the Rover drove into the jungle.......

Meanwhile, the men set out to find a mark. Traveling around in their Land Rover, they saw a soldier on break at a cafe, sidearm at his side, but mainly relaxed, eating a sandwich and drinking coffee.

One of the men got out, and began to talk with the soldier. As they talked, the man talking to the soldier slipped a pill into his coffee. After a while, the soldier grew tired, and said, "Can you take me to my regiment?"

The man said, "Sure."

He led the soldier into the Land Rover, and then, the Rover drove off. Soon, the soldier was bound and gagged; a knife was pointed to his throat. The man said, "This is a kidnapping. Gimme your wallet. Shut up, and you may just live to go home and see your significant other."

This occurred as the Rover drove into the jungle.......

{OOC: I assume this is an El Caudillan soldier?}

{OOC: I assume this is an El Caudillan soldier?}

OOC: Yup.

*Angola Countryside -- T minus 1 minute to Drop zone*

Streaking through the sky in the western most part of the nation, the Pelicans and Garrisons made their final approach to the drop zone. It was a small secluded portion of the nation where there were mostly trees and farm land. The troops were packed into the aircraft well beyond the specifications of the aircraft. Over 20 troops in the pelicans (whe it was designed for 10) and over 70 troops in the Garrisons (When it was only designed for 50) The Pelicans hovered down towards the ground and the marines jumped out onto the ground while the Garrisons slowed down their speed and let the Marines paratroop out in the same vicinity of the Pelican Troops. It was night when the drop was made so the marines used infared eyepieces to keep track of where their plantoons were landing.

Sergent Baker was in charge of the 12th Fire Team of the 1st Company, 5th Division. His team of men was tasked to recon the area on the north side of the landing site. They began by moving along a dirt road that they spotted from the air to what seemed like a small village. They set up an observation point and radioed the information back to command.

Baker: "Command, we've run across what seems like a small town. What are our orders?"

Command: "Attempt to establish contact with the locals. These should be the people we are supposed to help."

Baker: "Rodger that. Entering village."

OOC: Yup.

{OOC: Sure, that's fine.}

Meanwhile, the Soldier was thrown out of the Rover the moment the RALMers arrived in the jungle. A Sony Handicam was set up, and soon, the RALMers got into character, donning balaclavas and camo jackets.

They soon began talking to the camera.

"We are agents of the Real Anime Liberation Movement. We are fighting on behalf of the forces of UNITA, the only legitmate force that deserves to have control of Angola. We have taken one of your men hostage. If you wish to see him alive, you will pay us USD$250,000,000 and withdraw your forces from Naimbe Province. Now, this man has a statement for you."

They thrust a paper into his face, and threatened with a knife to his throat, he began saying:

"I, Private Antonio DaSilva of the El Caudillan Armed Forces, am an agent of a foolish, greedy murderous government that has committed war crimes here in Angola. We have been ordered to kill innocents in our campaign of terror. I urge the people of El Caudillo to leave Angola while they still can, and I urge my family and the government to pay the ransom and do what they ask, so I can live. Thank you."

One of the terrorists then went, "I suggest you do what he says.....that is all."

The tape was then cut, and one of the men went off to deliver the tape in a package, leaving the other two men to guard the soldier under knifepoint.

About several hours later, the tape was then delivered to a mailbox, and then, DaSilva was driven to a thick glade, where his captors soon dug a hole about 6 feet deep, blindfolded him and threw him inside and covered it with brush, before parking over it. His captors then wieghed down the cover with stones and drove off.

They needed guns if they were to do something bigger...

Meanwhile, in Naimbe Province-

Stuart's men were on the war path....they had carved out airfields, now, they were going to go a hunting. So, her men began trekking through the jungle, moving using standard jungle warfare procedures, going silently and whatnot.

They eventually stumbled upon a small El Caudillan outpost. This was the time to say hello. They began deploying small teams of mortars and snipers around the base. Then, the mortar teams loaded their guns with WP and Frag shells, and fired away...........

As this occurred, snipers and Machinegunners with SAWs and M60s prepared for the worst.

Central Zaire, FNLA Territory, Angola, 2122 Local Time

The Pave Lows had reached what appeared to be the main FNLA command center in Zaire. It was well hidden in the capitol city of Zaire, but HCIA agents had gotten a message to the FNLA leadership informing them of Halberdgardian support. The Pave Lows landed about a mile outside of the city outskirts, leaving the men on their own as they rotored back into the darkness. The SOF men and HCIA agents all decided to split up into their operational groups, and rendezvous at the FNLA HQ at carefully timed intervals, so as to reduce suspicion. The SOF men split up into their A-Detachments, and the HCIA agents split into two groups of six. From there, they would make their way into the city on foot.

Jensai High Command

"Mr. President, you should take a look at this. The place is turning into a full-fledged war-zone. The El Caudillians have engaged an unknown force...here. We've recieved reports that another faction has kidnapped a El Dausillian soldier. We also have reason to believe that other countries are inserting their own special forces."

"Jesus Christ...I think it's time we deployed out forces."

"Yes, sir. We have the 1st Infantry Regiment standing by. 1,800 men, along with their weapons and vehicles are prepared to deploy to Angola."

"Do it."

Coast of Angola

The freighter slid into the rebel-controlled port and crates were transferred from the ship to the dock. A fit young man in Jensai battle fatigues stalked down the gang-plank, followed by another dozen and half men simiarly atired. He glanced around and then headed fro the man who looked like he was in charge.

"I'm Captain Willet and this is SpecForce Three. We've been ordered to assist you in anyway possible and show your men how to use these weapons."

Meanwhile, in Naimbe Province-

Stuart's men were on the war path....they had carved out airfields, now, they were going to go a hunting. So, her men began trekking through the jungle, moving using standard jungle warfare procedures, going silently and whatnot.

They eventually stumbled upon a small El Caudillan outpost. This was the time to say hello. They began deploying small teams of mortars and snipers around the base. Then, the mortar teams loaded their guns with WP and Frag shells, and fired away...........

As this occurred, snipers and Machinegunners with SAWs and M60s prepared for the worst.

"We're under atta-"

The young man never finished his sentence, for his entire head disintegrated in a spout of blood that drizzled the attackers in gory brain tissue.

The El Caudillans began fighting back, strafing their attackers with machine guns. One sniper, perched high in a tree, aimed at one of the RALM mortars, but was shot between the eyes by a RALM sniper and came crashing to the ground. Frag shells caused men to explode like pinyadas, spraying blood and organs everywhere, drenching everyone from head to toe. Bullets darted in every direction by the thousands, and men on both sides crumpled to the ground in death.

Coast of Angola

The freighter slid into the rebel-controlled port and crates were transferred from the ship to the dock. A fit young man in Jensai battle fatigues stalked down the gang-plank, followed by another dozen and half men simiarly atired. He glanced around and then headed fro the man who looked like he was in charge.

"I'm Captain Willet and this is SpecForce Three. We've been ordered to assist you in anyway possible and show your men how to use these weapons."

Central Zaire, FNLA Territory, Angola, 2134 Local Time

As it turned out, Major Craig Halloway's A-Detachment made it to the city first. They had apparently come into the docks area of the city, which was fortunate, as the HQ wasn't far from the docks. Or at least, that's what the intel said.

That was when Halloway spotted the soldier. Dressed in battle fatigues, and quite well-armed, he was obviously not an Angolan.

He signaled his men forward. Resisting his urge to point his FN SCAR at the man, but knowing full well that his eleven men behind him likely were, he stepped forward and addressed the man.

"Who the hell are you?"

"We're under atta-"

The young man never finished his sentence, for his entire head disintegrated in a spout of blood that drizzled the attackers in gory brain tissue.

The El Caudillans began fighting back, strafing their attackers with machine guns. One sniper, perched high in a tree, aimed at one of the RALM mortars, but was shot between the eyes by a RALM sniper and came crashing to the ground. Frag shells caused men to explode like pinyadas, spraying blood and organs everywhere, drenching everyone from head to toe. Bullets darted in every direction by the thousands, and men on both sides crumpled to the ground in death.

The Lighthorses were losing men, they counted ten dead so far, but they simply closed in their riflemen and SAW/M60 gunners, pouring fire and the odd 40mm M203 grenade into the mix. The snipers kept up the violent fury, and the mortarmen just kept on going.

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Meanwhile.....


The men who had kidnapped the soldier drove around.....they knew that by now, some people would be getting very suspicious, maybe the tape would have been intercepted-who knew these police state types?

They drove up to a small farm. It looked like the occupant of the house was out doing something. So, they unsheathed their knives, and pulled out lockpicks; and proceeded to break into the house.

They began moving silently, and carefully-these bush farmers were armed, obviously to fight off scoundrels like them and to deal with insurgents who were looking for something to eat, and wouldn't take no for an answer. They wandered about the house, and eventually, in the bedroom, they found an AK-47, and some pistols. Good for them. They took the AK and the Ammo, and began to make good their escape.

Then, the farmer's wife came in; she screamed for help. One of the men opened fire with a Nagant revolver he found, he aimed so the weak bullet would get her in one shot. After dealing with the wife, they ran to their auto, and turned it on, driving like mad as the farmer gave chase on an ATV, firing back like it was Grand Theft Auto.

Then, they lost him, and began to make their way to town.....stashing the guns in back, they would look for somebody to drive-by.

El Caudillian base, Congo-Cabinda border

"This is Tigre-leader, receiving heavy fire, request support, tigre out."

this was what all other mechanized forces had been waiting for.
just seconds after the message was sent, 20 Leclerc mk.3 Tanks appeared out of the woods and opened fire at the improvised AA. at that same moment, Three Rafale-M's launched their laser-guided missiles onto the AA targets. this all at the same time the Van Luxemburg Spec-ops retreated from the camp but kept throwing Frag-Grenades at them.

Van Luxemburg Base, Cabinda

A commander with Insignia's of an High Commander knocked on the office door.
"Come in"
The commander stepped in and shook the hand of his Spec-ops counterpart.
"Commander Evy from 3rd Army group, 2nd Army ready for duty sir!"
this was what Arennault was waiting for, The reinforcements!
" I have took the Liberty to deploy the 11th Armoured brigade already."

Commander Evy handed a small paper to Arennault:

Van Luxemburg VLFAC New ORBAT:

1st Spec-ops 1,000 men
3rd army group, infantry 10,000 men
11th Armoured Brigade 432 Leclerc Mk.3 tanks.

The Lighthorses were losing men, they counted ten dead so far, but they simply closed in their riflemen and SAW/M60 gunners, pouring fire and the odd 40mm M203 grenade into the mix. The snipers kept up the violent fury, and the mortarmen just kept on going.

The tenacity of their enemies inspired the El Caudillans to adopt the same tenacity. These Lighthorses were indeed formidable foes, but formidable did not mean invincible. They could bleed and die just like anyone else, a fact that was confirmed as more Lighthorses were strafed by machine-gun fire, bombarded with heavy artillery, and blown apart by hand grenades. Still, it was far from easy. For every RALM that fell, an El Caudillan died. Both sides were almost evenly matched. There was no end in sight. Yet, the El Caudillans vowed to persevere. They would either defeat their mortal enemies or put up a valiant struggle trying to do so; if RALM did win, El Caudillo vowed to make it a hotly-contested, Pyrrhic victory.

El Caudillian base, Congo-Cabinda border

"This is Tigre-leader, receiving heavy fire, request support, tigre out."

this was what all other mechanized forces had been waiting for.
just seconds after the message was sent, 20 Leclerc mk.3 Tanks appeared out of the woods and opened fire at the improvised AA. at that same moment, Three Rafale-M's launched their laser-guided missiles onto the AA targets. this all at the same time the Van Luxemburg Spec-ops retreated from the camp but kept throwing Frag-Grenades at them.

It seemed that the El Caudillans had the upper hand, but they closer they seemed to victory, the further victory slid from their grasp. Just when it appeared the battle would be won decisively, more Van Luxemburg reinforcements came in and launched a full-fledged onslaught assault. Tanks blasted El Caudillan soldiers to pieces, as laser-guided missiles caused dozens of men to disintegrate in a burst of flames. Smoke clouded the scene so heavily that many soldiers could not see where they were shooting. This resulted in a significant number of "friendly fire," casualties. Though they were holding their own, it was clear that, at this rate, defeat was imminent. In desperation, the lead General rushed over to one of his aides, snatched his radio, and called in a last-minute air strike. The strike would probably not occur for at least ten minutes. Would they be able to hold out that long?

Van Luxemburg Base, Cabinda

It could sometimes be useful if a VLIA unit is there when You need it. This was the case in Cabinda, the Forces had VLIA Sattelite support. this sattelite showed enemy aircraft coming in, and would be expected in about 5-15 minutes bombing the El-Caudillian base. In response to this, the Commanders issued 18 Mirage 2000-5 aircraft to intercept the Enemy aircraft.

"2000-leader to Papa Bear, we're on intercepting course, expected ETA 8.5 minutes, 2000-leader out."

El-Caudillian base

He was the only one who could save this, the only one. The Combat engineer pulled out his Jackhammer shotgun as he saw the Lead general running again.
5 out of 7 shots he fired into the chest of the general.

Meanwhile, the Battle raged on, killing many soldiers on each side. The tigers were still supporting the Marines, but were thinned out to only five choppers, only one was taken out thanks to the fast action of the Rafale-M aircraft.

The tenacity of their enemies inspired the El Caudillans to adopt the same tenacity. These Lighthorses were indeed formidable foes, but formidable did not mean invincible. They could bleed and die just like anyone else, a fact that was confirmed as more Lighthorses were strafed by machine-gun fire, bombarded with heavy artillery, and blown apart by hand grenades. Still, it was far from easy. For every RALM that fell, an El Caudillan died. Both sides were almost evenly matched. There was no end in sight. Yet, the El Caudillans vowed to persevere. They would either defeat their mortal enemies or put up a valiant struggle trying to do so; if RALM did win, El Caudillo vowed to make it a hotly-contested, Pyrrhic victory.

Stuart thought, as she pumped a burst into an El Caudillan soldier: "Goddam....these dudes don't quit!"

Now that the Horses were being hit by artillery, Stuart called for an airstrike-in this case, a flight of TSA-12s from Benin, equipped with plenty of napalm and octo-nitro-cubane. They would arrive in a matter of, say, fifteen minutes. Reinforcements were another matter-no other Lighthorse force was available, so they radioed the nearest UNITA force for aid.

In the meantime, the other Horses kept on going. Indeed, a 1:1 kill ratio was developing, as the Horses opened fire with their own rifles and SAWs. Some of the Lighthorses even began loading some old Explosive ammunition they had purchased from Roach Busters before their implosion into their MACs, and began turning these experimental bullets upon the El Caudillans, mixing some frag and WP grenades from M203s and other hand thrown devices into the deadly mix. All the while, the mortars kept on going, targeting enemy machine gun positions, and the snipers kept aiming for pretty much any enemy El Caudillan that moved with M21s and Barretts.

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After the men stole the guns, they decided to visit their captive, stationing a man with a pistol-a Colt Detective Special-to ensure he would not escape. They threw Antonio a bottle of water and an MRE, and then left the two to go to town.

The men counted their load. 1 AK, 1 Nagant Revolver, 1 Hi-Power, and 1 Python was their prize. The AK was the most important. They needed it for drive-bys-nothing else would do.

As they drove into town, they began to drive around, looking for any government officials or policemen. They spotted two El Caudillan policemen, patrolling his beat. The men sped up, and slammed into one head on, tearing him asunder. His partner tried to stop the men, but a reply from the Hi-Power silenced him. Before driving off, the men put on gloves and left a card that said in Angolan Portuguese:

"Death to the capitalist pigs-MPLA"

Obviously, the note was fake, but.......who would care?

Stuart thought, as she pumped a burst into an El Caudillan soldier: "Goddam....these dudes don't quit!"

Now that the Horses were being hit by artillery, Stuart called for an airstrike-in this case, a flight of TSA-12s from Benin, equipped with plenty of napalm and octo-nitro-cubane. They would arrive in a matter of, say, fifteen minutes. Reinforcements were another matter-no other Lighthorse force was available, so they radioed the nearest UNITA force for aid.

In the meantime, the other Horses kept on going. Indeed, a 1:1 kill ratio was developing, as the Horses opened fire with their own rifles and SAWs. Some of the Lighthorses even began loading some old Explosive ammunition they had purchased from Roach Busters before their implosion into their MACs, and began turning these experimental bullets upon the El Caudillans, mixing some frag and WP grenades from M203s and other hand thrown devices into the deadly mix. All the while, the mortars kept on going, targeting enemy machine gun positions, and the snipers kept aiming for pretty much any enemy El Caudillan that moved with M21s and Barretts.

The scene was so thoroughly drenched in blood that even the most avid horror movie fan would shudder with nausea. Dismembered, charred bodies, bullet-filled heads, organs, chunks of muscle, and shattered bones were scattered everywhere. Neither side gave an inch. Neither side had a clear-cut advantage or disadvantage. At this rate, the fight would never end. A distress signal was sent to the nearest El Caudillan base, where 4000 foreign mercenaries were beefing up for their mission. Immediate back-up was requested, and the mercenaries were soon on their way.

-----

About Fifteen Miles Away

A UNITA battallion, responding to RALM's request for back-up, dispersed into the bushes, sneaking through foliage with the silence and stealthiness of jungle cats, hoping to catch the El Caudillans off guard. More than 5000 UNITA troops, many of them poorly-trained children or ill-equipped, malnourished adults, were on their way. They knew that, if they were to go head-to-head against El Caudillo, they would be torn apart. Therefore, they had to implement the guerrilla tactis Mao had taught the late founder of UNITA, Dr. Jonas Savimbi, oh so many years ago.

Nearby, several APCs and trucks, carrying mercenaries, sped down a rugged, bumpy, dirt road to rally to El Caudillo's aid.

A UNITA corporal grinned. Just a little further...

One of the trucks exploded like a keg of dynamite, causing debris and body parts to fly everywhere. Two other trucks suffered a similar fate.

The corporal grinned. He was wise indeed to have mined the roads.

The remaining APCs and trucks pulled to a stop, and the mercenaries climbed out, and immediately began shooting anything that moved. Child soldiers crumpled to the ground, face-first in pools of blood, as an elderly UNITA soldier's head burst in a spurt of blood as he attempted to retreat. As a small ensemble of UNITA soldiers purposely sacrificed themselves, diverting the mercenaries, the rest of the UNITA soldiers sneaked around from behind, and doused the mercenaries with flame-throwers, reducing them to steaming, meatless skeletons. Shrill, ear-splitting screams of agony could be heard from miles around. Many soldiers on both sides vomited upon smelling the unsettling odor of burning flesh. The mercenaries used this to their advantage, and gunned down every nauseated enemy soldier they could see. But the mercenaries, who had lost several dozen men to the land mines, and at least a hundred from the sneak attack from behind, found that these indigenous peasants would not be so easy to defeat as they had imagined.

The scene was so thoroughly drenched in blood that even the most avid horror movie fan would shudder with nausea. Dismembered, charred bodies, bullet-filled heads, organs, chunks of muscle, and shattered bones were scattered everywhere. Neither side gave an inch. Neither side had a clear-cut advantage or disadvantage. At this rate, the fight would never end. A distress signal was sent to the nearest El Caudillan base, where 4000 foreign mercenaries were beefing up for their mission. Immediate back-up was requested, and the mercenaries were soon on their way.

-----

About Fifteen Miles Away

A UNITA battallion, responding to RALM's request for back-up, dispersed into the bushes, sneaking through foliage with the silence and stealthiness of jungle cats, hoping to catch the El Caudillans off guard. More than 5000 UNITA troops, many of them poorly-trained children or ill-equipped, malnourished adults, were on their way. They knew that, if they were to go head-to-head against El Caudillo, they would be torn apart. Therefore, they had to implement the guerrilla tactis Mao had taught the late founder of UNITA, Dr. Jonas Savimbi, oh so many years ago.

Nearby, several APCs and trucks, carrying mercenaries, sped down a rugged, bumpy, dirt road to rally to El Caudillo's aid.

A UNITA corporal grinned. Just a little further...

One of the trucks exploded like a keg of dynamite, causing debris and body parts to fly everywhere. Two other trucks suffered a similar fate.

The corporal grinned. He was wise indeed to have mined the roads.

The remaining APCs and trucks pulled to a stop, and the mercenaries climbed out, and immediately began shooting anything that moved. Child soldiers crumpled to the ground, face-first in pools of blood, as an elderly UNITA soldier's head burst in a spurt of blood as he attempted to retreat. As a small ensemble of UNITA soldiers purposely sacrificed themselves, diverting the mercenaries, the rest of the UNITA soldiers sneaked around from behind, and doused the mercenaries with flame-throwers, reducing them to steaming, meatless skeletons. Shrill, ear-splitting screams of agony could be heard from miles around. Many soldiers on both sides vomited upon smelling the unsettling odor of burning flesh. The mercenaries used this to their advantage, and gunned down every nauseated enemy soldier they could see. But the mercenaries, who had lost several dozen men to the land mines, and at least a hundred from the sneak attack from behind, found that these indigenous peasants would not be so easy to defeat as they had imagined.

The situation turned into an intense stalemate. Stuart was beginning to get desperate....she had to find a way to even the odds.

Where were those TSAs? And what was taking UNITA so damn long?

-----------

They arrived soon enough. The TSAs flew in low to evade enemy radar, sweeping behind a flight of KSC planes before swooping over Stuart's position. They targeted the El Caudillan base, pouring cannon fire and napalm onto it and narrowly missing Stuart's forces, and then flew off to do the same to the artillery that was gunning for Stuart, before making a mad dash for home.

http://www.fas.org/man/dod-101/sys/ac/row/m2000-800600_02.jpg

High up in The sky above Cabinda

18 Mirage 2000-5 were flying to intercept the enemy aircraft. this to prevent that the enemy aircraft could attack the Van Luxemburg Marines.

"Mirage-leader to all, radar shows Tango's, 11 o'clock, engage missiles, Mirage-leader out"
"Yeah, we got Visual on Bogies at 11 o'clock, arming Magic and MICA missiles, Mirage-5 out."
"Fox one! Fox one! missiles released!"
"Have you been playing too much Videogames last time, Pierre?"
"Why That? I have been Playing Battlefield 2 the last time, yes"
"OK you two, cut the crap, Dive!"

As soon as the Air-to-air missiles left their rail, the Aircraft dived downwards or upwards, to follow any surviving aircraft.

Benguela Province, Angola


General Joaquim Caetano led a brigade of over 5,000 troops, more than 40% of them non-El Caudillan (1,500 were native Angolans, about 300 were former Rhodesian Selous scouts, 50 were former Koevoet officers, and the remaining 250 were mercenaries), through the savannah of Benguela province, in search of MPLA soldiers. While the government at home had a definite interest in seeing each rebel group defeated, the order was to concentrate most heavily on defeating the MPLA first, then taking care of the others. The MPLA showed remarkable brutality toward non-sympathetic civilians; General Caetano's forces had come across hundreds of women with their breasts cut off, pregnant women eviscerated with the fetuses pulled out, decapitated children, people cut in half lengthways in sawmills {OOC: In real life, these are examples of what the real MPLA did to their enemies}, among atrocities too gruesome to describe. Fortunately for the El Caudillans, all of the provinces where the MPLA was in control bordered each other; they were not separated by rival territory like the other factions' provinces were. Therefore, once all the MPLA provinces were in El Caudillan hands, they would have a huge chunk of territory from which to spring invasions into both UNITA and FNLA territory at once. The El Caudillan forces wasted no time in getting to work. Drawbridges were dismantled. Roads were mined. The front entrances of huts belonging to MPLA sympathizers were booby-trapped. Hopefully soon, the EC soldiers would encounter some MPLA soldiers head-on. Then the real fighting could begin.

ooc: Sorry for the delay, Jolt kept telling me that their forums were broken yesterday every time I tried to go on them, whatever.

IC:
Andre Bomani watched from a distance as EL troops and traitorous countrymen destroyed the villages and towns of Benguela, killing many innocents with their deadly booby traps. They will pay for their crimes against the poor. When the MPLA takes power, the EL sympathizers will be the first to pay for their crimes against the under classes.

He motioned for his men to get ready. This mission was special. Word had filtered down the line that a foreign government was sending aid to MPLA units forty kilometers ahead at a nearby village. Andre’s job was to prevent the EL troops from reaching the village. This expedition had been well armed for the job. Many of his men had AK-47’s or similar guns in addition to the several extra RPG launchers and heavy machine guns given for his propose.

Finally seeing his opportunity, Andre motioned for his men to open fire, saving the RPG’s for any vehicles the EL might have brought. Whether he was to die or survive to fight another day, Andre could tell this would be an important battle, no matter the outcome.

Willet looked at the man dresed in battle-gear and the men behind him dressed and equipped the same way. He looked him up and down for a moment before replying.

"I'm Captain John Willet, here to assist the FNLA in it's bid for freedom. Who are you?"

Willet looked at the man dresed in battle-gear and the men behind him dressed and equipped the same way. He looked him up and down for a moment before replying.

"I'm Captain John Willet, here to assist the FNLA in it's bid for freedom. Who are you?"

Halloway held a hand up, signaling to his men. "Weapons down, men, he's a friendly."

Turning back to the man, he stepped forward. "Goddamn, is it good to see a friendly face around here," Halloway said, extending a hand. "Major Craig Halloway, Special Forces. We're also here to help the FNLA. We've got other members of our detachment en route to the city to find FNLA HQ, can you help take us to it?"

Secret IC:
*Just outside the village*

Sergent Baker and his team slowly made their way into the heart of town. crouching between vehicles, buildings, and even trash cans as they make their way towards a large building in the center of town. They spotted a local police vehicle approaching and ducked between some buildings behind bushes. After they watched the patrol car pass by, they began to sneak farther down the road.

Baker and his team used hand signals and shoulder pats to signal where to go and when to move. They were pro's at this, training in sections of a distroyed town in Northeastern Illinois and being members of the Illinois Revolutionary Party before the fall of the United States. They were a part of many battles to combat the US Soldiers when they came to try and take back the state. The batle of the Boarder (Between Illinois and Indiana) was a bloody one; over 14,000 IRP members and 30,000 US Soldiers were killed in that conflict. It was then that the remaining US Soldiers decided to surrender.

Baker had finally found his way to within 1/2 block of the building in the center of the village. They stopped suddenly and took cover when they noticed that the building had make shift guard towers and a sofisticated security system on and around the building. How were they to make their first contact with the leadership of this town with that many guards in the area? This would be something that Baker had to think about.


*At the drop zone*
Other Marine units were setting up camp near the drop zone. Some camo tents were planted right near trees to make them hard to spot from the air. Guards were selected to climb the trees and make purches for themselves and the other guards who would take the 2nd and 3rd shift. Private Roseigrand had the job of setting up the command tent along a tree line. It wasn't that hard of a job but he just wished that they had put 3 people on this job.




Global IC:
*Back near the building*

Sergent Baker decided that he would make his groups presence known. With their weapons drawn, they snuck closer to the main gate of the makeshift compound. Ne noticed that the guards were wearing dark green uniforms but he couldn't see any distinguishable markings on the uniforms. He didn't know if they were the group that he was looking for or a rival faction that had entered the territory without being noticed. But this town was far enough in the territory that there was no way that any other factions could get here. They got close enough that they were roughly 200 feet from the main gate. Sergent Baker then did something that he probably would regret later on.

Sergent Baker (Yelling): "This is Sergent Baker with the Shazbotdom Marine Corps. I would like to speak to the leader of your group to see if your the ones we are looking for to hook up with."





OOC: This is where i would need someone to RP the guards near the building.

OOC: This is where i would need someone to RP the guards near the building.

ooc: What group are you approuching? If its the MPLA, I'm role playing them, if its not I guess I can still RP them briefly if you want.

Halloway held a hand up, signaling to his men. "Weapons down, men, he's a friendly."

Turning back to the man, he stepped forward. "Goddamn, is it good to see a friendly face around here," Halloway said, extending a hand. "Major Craig Halloway, Special Forces. We're also here to help the FNLA. We've got other members of our detachment en route to the city to find FNLA HQ, can you help take us to it?"

Willet took the offered hand with a grin and shook it before replying, "I'm afraid not, sir. We just got here ourselves."

He jerked one thumb behind him, towards the frieghter being unloaded.

"That was our ride into the country. We're unloading weapons and other supplies to disdribute to the FNLA. By the way, we're Jensai Special Forces."

As he spoke, a Black Hawk heliocopter was slowly winched into view from the massive hold of the frieghter. It was sung out over the pier and then slowly lowered to the ground.

Willet glanced back for a second before speaking, "I've got two men trying to locate their HQ. The rest are here."

"Sir! I just recieved a transmission over the satellite radio."

Aother JEnsai soldier ran up, saluted, and handed Willet a sheet of paper before turning nad returning to his radio. Willet read the message for a moment, then crumpled it into a ball and tossed it into the gutter.

"Things just got very interesting, Major. High Command has decided to deploy a regiment as 'Peace-Keeping troops'. IN all actuallity they'll be here to back up the FNLA. In the meantime I've been ordered to continue with my primary mission. I suggest we join forces for now. Once my guys get out heliocopter up and running we'll have a much larger range of operation."

Willet took the offered hand with a grin and shook it before replying, "I'm afraid not, sir. We just got here ourselves."

He jerked one thumb behind him, towards the frieghter being unloaded.

"That was our ride into the country. We're unloading weapons and other supplies to disdribute to the FNLA. By the way, we're Jensai Special Forces."

As he spoke, a Black Hawk heliocopter was slowly winched into view from the massive hold of the frieghter. It was sung out over the pier and then slowly lowered to the ground.

Willet glanced back for a second before speaking, "I've got two men trying to locate their HQ. The rest are here."

"Sir! I just recieved a transmission over the satellite radio."

Aother JEnsai soldier ran up, saluted, and handed Willet a sheet of paper before turning nad returning to his radio. Willet read the message for a moment, then crumpled it into a ball and tossed it into the gutter.

"Things just got very interesting, Major. High Command has decided to deploy a regiment as 'Peace-Keeping troops'. IN all actuallity they'll be here to back up the FNLA. In the meantime I've been ordered to continue with my primary mission. I suggest we join forces for now. Once my guys get out heliocopter up and running we'll have a much larger range of operation."

"Agreed. Are you the head of your country's detachment, or is there someone above you? Regardless, we should find the FNLA HQ so we can coordinate our overall plan for this campaign.

"And just to let you know, for us this is strictly a black op. No overt support for the foreseeable future, unless the situation gets to the point where it renders overt assistance necessary. We've got about thirty-three other SOF personnel besides myself and these eleven soldiers, and a detachment of twelve HCIA agents. We're mainly here to help arm and train FNLA personnel. According to the latest intel from Control, we've got a large arms shipment headed to the country for the FNLA fighters. Damn big shipment, too. Something along the lines of 24,000 AK-47s, 3000 RPG-7Vs, 3000 RPD machine guns, and 600 80mm mortars. It's being smuggled in by another country. Nothing to tie it to us, and all weapons that are readily available on the black market.

"When that gets here, we can start working on the good stuff," he said, grinning.

Edit: Double Post

"Agreed. Are you the head of your country's detachment, or is there someone above you? Regardless, we should find the FNLA HQ so we can coordinate our overall plan for this campaign.

"And just to let you know, for us this is strictly a black op. No overt support for the foreseeable future, unless the situation gets to the point where it renders overt assistance necessary. We've got about thirty-three other SOF personnel besides myself and these eleven soldiers, and a detachment of twelve HCIA agents. We're mainly here to help arm and train FNLA personnel. According to the latest intel from Control, we've got a large arms shipment headed to the country for the FNLA fighters. Damn big shipment, too. Something along the lines of 24,000 AK-47s, 3000 RPG-7Vs, 3000 RPD machine guns, and 600 80mm mortars. It's being smuggled in by another country. Nothing to tie it to us, and all weapons that are readily available on the black market.

"When that gets here, we can start working on the good stuff," he said, grinning.

"Well, until the brass gets here with the regiment I'm the highest ranking officer of the Jensai military in Angola. That would put me in charge. However, you outrank me so I'll concede overall control of the operation to you. The two dozen operatives with me is all the covert troops currently in country. The Regiment should be arriving sometime within the next 48 hours...Ak-47s, huh? Our military useses the Steyer AUG as the main combat rifle. We, the Special Forces, use the MP5 submachine gun."

He gestured towards the frieghter once again.

"Our shipment includes anti-tank rocket launchers. They fire 3-inch HEAT rockets. SHould come in handy if we run into any armor."

The situation turned into an intense stalemate. Stuart was beginning to get desperate....she had to find a way to even the odds.

Where were those TSAs? And what was taking UNITA so damn long?

-----------

They arrived soon enough. The TSAs flew in low to evade enemy radar, sweeping behind a flight of KSC planes before swooping over Stuart's position. They targeted the El Caudillan base, pouring cannon fire and napalm onto it and narrowly missing Stuart's forces, and then flew off to do the same to the artillery that was gunning for Stuart, before making a mad dash for home.

Excruciatingly hot flames swallowed El Caudillans whole, ingesting their flesh and all their organs, leaving only charred black, crispy skeletons, after being struck by napalm. The RALM cannons fired away at the walls of the base, causing them to weaken and crumble apart. The roof collapsed onto the survivors, utterly crushing them. The few El Caudillans that had been just outside the base realized it was futile...or was it? Like a cavalry in an old Western, the mercenaries arrived in the nick of time, only there were about 500 of them, which was sufficient, but was a far cry from the 4000 they had been promised. No matter, they could ask questions later. For now, it was time to finish this once and for all. They continued firing away at their attackers.

http://www.fas.org/man/dod-101/sys/ac/row/m2000-800600_02.jpg

High up in The sky above Cabinda

18 Mirage 2000-5 were flying to intercept the enemy aircraft. this to prevent that the enemy aircraft could attack the Van Luxemburg Marines.

"Mirage-leader to all, radar shows Tango's, 11 o'clock, engage missiles, Mirage-leader out"
"Yeah, we got Visual on Bogies at 11 o'clock, arming Magic and MICA missiles, Mirage-5 out."
"Fox one! Fox one! missiles released!"
"Have you been playing too much Videogames last time, Pierre?"
"Why That? I have been Playing Battlefield 2 the last time, yes"
"OK you two, cut the crap, Dive!"

As soon as the Air-to-air missiles left their rail, the Aircraft dived downwards or upwards, to follow any surviving aircraft.

Blipblipblipblipblip-

"Johnson, something's on the radar!"

"What is it?"

"Enemy aircraft, incoming!"

The El Caudillan aircraft maneuvered through the air, narrowly evading the missiles. Two planes weren't so lucky, and they nosedived helplessly to the ground, crashing into trees and generating explosions. The aircraft returned fire on their attackers, as an exhilerating dogfight ensued.

ooc: Halberdgardia told me to do this; he bought weapons from my storefront and asked me to deliver them for him, so I'll do so.

ic:

A small ship appeared on the horizon, off the coast of Zaire province, where the FNLA was based. Docking at the nearest point they could, they dropped off dozens of containers, loaded with arms for the FNLA.

The shipment included the following arms:

24,000 AK-47s
3,000 RPG-7 launchers
3,000 RPD machine guns
600 80mm mortars

"Well, until the brass gets here with the regiment I'm the highest ranking officer of the Jensai military in Angola. That would put me in charge. However, you outrank me so I'll concede overall control of the operation to you. The two dozen operatives with me is all the covert troops currently in country. The Regiment should be arriving sometime within the next 48 hours...Ak-47s, huh? Our military useses the Steyer AUG as the main combat rifle. We, the Special Forces, use the MP5 submachine gun."

He gestured towards the frieghter once again.

"Our shipment includes anti-tank rocket launchers. They fire 3-inch HEAT rockets. SHould come in handy if we run into any armor."

Halloway grinned as he hefted his FN SCAR. "Well, we obviously aren't going to be using the AKs, though we can in a pinch. We get to use these beauts instead. Our boys from the HCIA are using MP5Fs. Those AT weaps will come in handy; we should be expecting a lot of Caudillian armor, according to our intel.

"We've just received word that our weapons shipment made it in a few piers down from here, so we'll move to get them secured and get them to FNLA HQ. And there's no need to cede control to me, Captain. We work as equals, regardless of rank, until the brass says otherwise."

OOC: I'm trying to use a pic in every post, so everyone can make up a picture in their head from the mentioned vehicle.
El-Caudillian base, Cabinda
http://www.edefenseonline.com/article_images/03_25_2005_IF_03.jpg
Van Luxemburgian soldier and Spec-op.

"Those freaking soldiers from El Caudillo must be thinking where their air-strike is" The Radioman grinned.
it was silent, to a degree, and others laughed with him. what they didn't know was that the Mirage aircraft didn't had a good time up there....

High up in the sky above Cabinda
http://faq.bigip.mine.nu:8008/militaire/furtivite/mirage_2000-5.jpg
"Shit, They return fire!"
"Mayday, mayday, I'm going down, I'm leaving guys!"

one of the aircraft, which was heavily damaged, opened his cockpit and launched the ejector seat.

"Do we have any backup that can be here very fast?"
"The HQ wouldn't be happy if our Big Brother is called in"
"They wouldn't be happy with that as a whole"
"Cut the crap again and try to sneak up behind the El-Caudillians."

The Aircraft started manoeuvring and, after some time, they surprised the El-Caudillian aircraft from behind. with 30mm cannons, Magic 2 and MICA missiles they opened fire.

OOC: El Caudillo, what kind of aircraft are you using, and how many?

Halloway grinned as he hefted his FN SCAR. "Well, we obviously aren't going to be using the AKs, though we can in a pinch. We get to use these beauts instead. Our boys from the HCIA are using MP5Fs. Those AT weaps will come in handy; we should be expecting a lot of Caudillian armor, according to our intel.

"We've just received word that our weapons shipment made it in a few piers down from here, so we'll move to get them secured and get them to FNLA HQ. And there's no need to cede control to me, Captain. We work as equals, regardless of rank, until the brass says otherwise."

Willet aluted , "Right, sir. I'l let you get back to your work. I'm going to get my heliocopter up and running."

He turned back to his men and began shouting orders. They scattered, some heaing into the city, while others swarmed the Black Hawk.

Excruciatingly hot flames swallowed El Caudillans whole, ingesting their flesh and all their organs, leaving only charred black, crispy skeletons, after being struck by napalm. The RALM cannons fired away at the walls of the base, causing them to weaken and crumble apart. The roof collapsed onto the survivors, utterly crushing them. The few El Caudillans that had been just outside the base realized it was futile...or was it? Like a cavalry in an old Western, the mercenaries arrived in the nick of time, only there were about 500 of them, which was sufficient, but was a far cry from the 4000 they had been promised. No matter, they could ask questions later. For now, it was time to finish this once and for all. They continued firing away at their attackers.

The Lighthorses liked what they saw at first-the explosions and all-but things grew sour when the mercs came. The mortars turned on them, and so did the snipers. Meanwhile, the regular SAW and rifle teams began moving around, throwing hand grenades, using M203s, and firing MAC-10s with more of those experimental explosive bullets at the mercs,as well as pouring fire with their own guns. A few men didn't forget about the surviving regulars-they decided to run in, and finish them off with their grenades and machine guns.

Willet aluted , "Right, sir. I'l let you get back to your work. I'm going to get my heliocopter up and running."

He turned back to his men and began shouting orders. They scattered, some heaing into the city, while others swarmed the Black Hawk.

Halloway handed the young captain a slip of paper on it. It had a string of numbers on it, recognizable as a specific communications frequency.

"This is my secure SATCOM frequency. You can reach me on it at virtually any time. You can use it to keep in touch with me, and organize and coordinate our respective forces' activities.

"Well, my men and I are headed down to the barge with our weapons. The rest of our forces ought to be there. Give me a holler on SATCOM if you find anything regarding the FNLA HQ." He returned the captain's salute. "Godspeed, Captain."

With that, Halloway and his troops left.

OOC: I'm trying to use a pic in every post, so everyone can make up a picture in their head from the mentioned vehicle.
El-Caudillian base, Cabinda
http://www.edefenseonline.com/article_images/03_25_2005_IF_03.jpg
Van Luxemburgian soldier and Spec-op.

"Those freaking soldiers from El Caudillo must be thinking where their air-strike is" The Radioman grinned.
it was silent, to a degree, and others laughed with him. what they didn't know was that the Mirage aircraft didn't had a good time up there....

High up in the sky above Cabinda
http://faq.bigip.mine.nu:8008/militaire/furtivite/mirage_2000-5.jpg
"Shit, They return fire!"
"Mayday, mayday, I'm going down, I'm leaving guys!"

one of the aircraft, which was heavily damaged, opened his cockpit and launched the ejector seat.

"Do we have any backup that can be here very fast?"
"The HQ wouldn't be happy if our Big Brother is called in"
"They wouldn't be happy with that as a whole"
"Cut the crap again and try to sneak up behind the El-Caudillians."

The Aircraft started manoeuvring and, after some time, they surprised the El-Caudillian aircraft from behind. with 30mm cannons, Magic 2 and MICA missiles they opened fire.

OOC: El Caudillo, what kind of aircraft are you using, and how many?

{OOC: Not sure.}

The Lighthorses liked what they saw at first-the explosions and all-but things grew sour when the mercs came. The mortars turned on them, and so did the snipers. Meanwhile, the regular SAW and rifle teams began moving around, throwing hand grenades, using M203s, and firing MAC-10s with more of those experimental explosive bullets at the mercs,as well as pouring fire with their own guns. A few men didn't forget about the surviving regulars-they decided to run in, and finish them off with their grenades and machine guns.

The mercenaries bumrushed the Lighthorses, swarming around them and pumping them full of lead. They fought as savagely as famished tigers attacking wounded deer.

OOC: Oh, Ermmm, check this site:
Air Force Technology - Fighters (http://www.airforce-technology.com/projects/#Fighters_Ground_Attack)

here are many fighters filed, you can choose one there. it gives a better image to me what I'm fighting. ( and defeating :D )

The mercenaries bumrushed the Lighthorses, swarming around them and pumping them full of lead. They fought as savagely as famished tigers attacking wounded deer.

The Lighthorses had taken a lot of damage; but they vowed to not surrender. They simply began a fighting retreat, lobbing more mortars and grenades at the mercs as they moved back, and still sniping at the enemy. For every attack made by the mercs, the Lighthorses vowed to fight back six times as hard, and this showed dramatically as they simply refused to die, screaming and firing away.

Stuart radioed for more air support, this time, another flight of TSA-12s was prepped from Equatorial Guinea, and they took off, estimated to arrive in about 30 minutes. Afterwards, she unsheathed her katana, painted matte black for jungle war, and began slicing away at incoming mercs, alternating slashes with MAC-10 fire. About five persons formed a defensive line around Stuart, and vowed to defend "Mistress Linda" to the death.

Three Ivan Rogov class large landing ships, bearing the black flag of the Dominion, eased into one of El Caudillo’s controlled ports. This port was part of the city of Namibe. These three ships were not alone. Five Praefele class trimaran destroyers, one Swiftsure-class carrier, two Wixted-class scout frigates and two Tiger-class railgun-armed gunboats stayed back to watch over the port.

Aboard one of the Ivan Rogov class large landing ships, the DN Black Trident, stood Lieutenant Colonel Ronald Dawson (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/Dawson.jpg) in Transylvanian body armor (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/TransylvanianBA.jpg), weak yellow and obscure dull orange. (OOC: Without the helmet on.) He had on a brown leather duster over it. He had his AR-56 assault rifle at his side and those wicked razor claws things at his back. He was the leader of the 4th Raptors and would act as the commander of every unit in Angola. He smiled as images of death and chaos ran through his head. Ronald was a sadist and that is why the God-Emperor put him in charge.

The bride doors open and in came a man in Transylvanian body armor, dark faded red, on a matching skateboard. The man was Captain Bryan Clark (http://akamai.edeal.com/images/catalog700/folder6202/img582144.jpg) and leader of the 45th Immortal Troopers. Ha had his FN-P90 Sub-Machine gun on his back.

“Bryan, you ready for battle?” asked Dawson.

“I was born ready.” said Bryan. Captain Ron Simmons (http://www.omelete.com.br/imagens/cinema/news/blade_2/blade.jpg) walked in the bridge and said “Same here.” Ron was in Transylvanian body armor, dark hard red and black, with his MP-2 Eviscerator SMG at his side and a mean looking Katana on his back. Ron was the leader of the 46th Red Bulls.

“Good.” said Dawson, who was still looking at the city of Namibe. “Bryan, have your men watch over the docks.”

“Yes, sir.” said Bryan, who turned and left the bridge of the DN Black Trident. “Ron, have your men watch over the ships.”

“Yes, sir.” said Ron as he left the bridge.

Two AH-6J Little Birds on each ship entered the air to patrol the city. Men started unloading form the Ivan Rogov class large landing ships. Captain Bryan and his 600 Immortal Troopers were setting up in area of the docks to guard the ships. Captain Ron and his 600 Red Bulls were watching over the ships. In two hours, the ships would be empty and the Dominion would start working to make Namibe a strong hold.

A total of 15,000 Dominion soldiers would be in Namibe after the ships are unloaded. 5,000 Raptors, 4,000 Hellspawns, 1,500 Immortal Troopers, 1,500 Red Bulls, 1,000 Roman Knights, 1,000 Roach Busters, 500 Oliver's Bulls, 250 Shadow Foxes and 250 Death Hackers are these soldiers. Vehicles are being unloaded. After the unloading is done, the three Ivan Rogov class large landing ships would head back to the Dominion waters. Two Praefele class trimaran destroyers would escort them back.

OOC: Oh, Ermmm, check this site:
Air Force Technology - Fighters (http://www.airforce-technology.com/projects/#Fighters_Ground_Attack)

here are many fighters filed, you can choose one there. it gives a better image to me what I'm fighting. ( and defeating :D )

{OOC: Let's just say they're F-14 Tomcats.}

The Lighthorses had taken a lot of damage; but they vowed to not surrender. They simply began a fighting retreat, lobbing more mortars and grenades at the mercs as they moved back, and still sniping at the enemy. For every attack made by the mercs, the Lighthorses vowed to fight back six times as hard, and this showed dramatically as they simply refused to die, screaming and firing away.

Stuart radioed for more air support, this time, another flight of TSA-12s was prepped from Equatorial Guinea, and they took off, estimated to arrive in about 30 minutes. Afterwards, she unsheathed her katana, painted matte black for jungle war, and began slicing away at incoming mercs, alternating slashes with MAC-10 fire. About five persons formed a defensive line around Stuart, and vowed to defend "Mistress Linda" to the death.

{OOC: I hope Linda doesn't die. She's kinda cute. Btw, check TGs, please.}

As the exhausting, grueling, agonizing fight dragged on, hour after hour, with the death toll skyrocketing, the El Caudillans and their mercenaries, nearly about to faint from the monotony, vowed to end things as soon as possible, and they dramatically escalated their efforts.

{OOC: I hope Linda doesn't die. She's kinda cute. Btw, check TGs, please.}

As the exhausting, grueling, agonizing fight dragged on, hour after hour, with the death toll skyrocketing, the El Caudillans and their mercenaries, nearly about to faint from the monotony, vowed to end things as soon as possible, and they dramatically escalated their efforts.

OOC: Relax, she won't. She's an integral heroine.

IC:

The TSA-12s arrived to mix things up. As the Horses moved back, distancing themselves from the El Caudillans and their Mercenaries, they threw flares upon the El Caudillan positions, firing back along the way.

Soon, the hastily lit flares allowed another hail of octo-nitro-cubane, conventional napalm, and cannon fire to fall upon the El Caudillans and their mercs, narrowly missing the Lighthorses by the thinnest of margins. Stuart hunkered down along with the rest, as she radioed the TSA-12s to make some more passes before leaving this time....

OOC: Relax, she won't. She's an integral heroine.

IC:

The TSA-12s arrived to mix things up. As the Horses moved back, distancing themselves from the El Caudillans and their Mercenaries, they threw flares upon the El Caudillan positions, firing back along the way.

Soon, the hastily lit flares allowed another hail of octo-nitro-cubane, conventional napalm, and cannon fire to fall upon the El Caudillans and their mercs, narrowly missing the Lighthorses by the thinnest of margins. Stuart hunkered down along with the rest, as she radioed the TSA-12s to make some more passes before leaving this time....

Whereas before the smell of burning flesh was awful, now it was simply abominable, so excruciatingly horrific that it was simply astonishing that all those who took in the smell managed to remain sane. Struggling to ignore the smell and see through the thick smokescreens produced by the explosions, the El Caudillans strafed their foes with machine-guns, pounded them with howitzers, and blew them apart with hand grenades. As the El Caudillans' numbers dwindled, their resolve to win only grew.

Whereas before the smell of burning flesh was awful, now it was simply abominable, so excruciatingly horrific that it was simply astonishing that all those who took in the smell managed to remain sane. Struggling to ignore the smell and see through the thick smokescreens produced by the explosions, the El Caudillans strafed their foes with machine-guns, pounded them with howitzers, and blew them apart with hand grenades. As the El Caudillans' numbers dwindled, their resolve to win only grew.

The TSA-12s strafing above made one last pass, dropping a last load of bombs and cannon fire before running out of ammo and heading for home.

Meanwhile, the Lighthorses, holding their noses admist the smell and steeling themselves as more men fell, resumed their assault once more on the weakened El Caudillans. They began strafing around, firing back with huge amounts of fire from mortars, machine guns, and MAC-10s with explosive bullets. They loaded their SAWs this time with all tracers, and their mortars exclusively with WP shells as they fired back; this would be a fireworks show to remember.

Ten hours have passed after the first set of Ivan Rogov class large landing ships docked in Namibe. Lieutenant Colonel Dawson has turned the town of Namibe into military stronghold. With 45,000 Dominion soldiers in or around the city, the Lieutenant Colonel want to see those damn rebels attack the city.

15,000 Raptors armed with one CAR-24A1 combat assault rifle, one PHX Hi-Power 10mm pistol, and a set of Transylvanian body armor in obscure weak yellow and obscure dull orange each. The Raptors are the main fighting force in Namibe. Lieutenant Colonel Ronald Dawson will lead them in battle.

10,000 Hellspawns armed with one AR-56 assault rifle, one PHX Hi-Power 10mm pistol, and a set of Transylvanian body armor in each. The Hellspawns will back up the Raptors, if needed. Major

5,000 Roach Busters armed with one AR-56 assault rifle, one PHX Hi-Power 10mm pistol, and a set of Transylvanian body armor in dark red and navy each. They would act as back up for the Raptors and Hellspawns.

5,500 Immortal Troopers armed with one FN-P90 Sub-Machine gun, one PHX Hi-Power 10mm pistol, and a set of Transylvanian body armor in dark faded red each. Their job is to act like the police of Namibe. Captain Bryan Clark leads them.

4,000 Red Bulls armed with one MP-2 Eviscerator SMG, one PHX Hi-Power 10mm pistol, and a set of Transylvanian body armor in dark hard red and black each. Their jobs to run stuff like food, ammo and other things around the city. Captain Ron Simmons will lead them in Namibe.

4,000 Roman Knights armed with one MP-2 Eviscerator SMG, one PHX Hi-Power 10mm pistol, and a set of Transylvanian body armor in dark orange-yellow and light dull orange each. The Roman Knights would guard the docks of Nambibe. Major Matthew Osbourne (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/8/8b/ScottSteinerPortrait.jpg) is the leader of every Roman Knight and the commander of the 4,000 Roman Knights in Namibe.

500 Oliver's Bulls armed with one SR-22 Sniper Rifle, one PHX Hi-Power 10mm pistol, and a set of Transylvanian body armor in brown and dark stale gray each. Snipers are what they do and they do it good. Captain Henri Bellefontaine will lead them in Namibe.

250 Shadow Foxes armed with one AR-66 silent assault rifle, one H&K SOCOM pistol, and a set of Transylvanian body armor in dim gray and stale gray each. The only time you will see them, is when you are gunned down from the shadows. Captain Vladimir Smirnov will lead them in Namibe.

250 Death Hackers armed with one MP-2 Eviscerator SMG, one PHX Hi-Power 10mm pistol, and a set of Transylvanian body armor in black and dark hard green each. The Death Hackers are the shadow ops people. Captain Santos Nikolakopoulos will lead them in Namibe.

Now, it was a waiting game. Who will see the Dominion forces in Namibe first? The rebels? Or those people helping those rebels?

High up in the sky above Cabinda
http://www.airforce-technology.com/projects/f14/images/tomcat4.jpg
F14 Tomcat
http://www.airforce-technology.com/projects/mirage/images/mirage2000
Mirage 2000-5

"Silhouette recognized, Radar control completed. F14 fighter aircraft inbound"
The computer voice said.

Shit, F14 Tomcat naval fighters!
Holy, don't blow your head, only old F-14 Tomcats!
Those are very good fighters, you know that, Eh?
ofcourse, but they Can't beat ours. "Hopefully" he whispered to himself.

The 17 Mirage 2000-5 Turned around and began chasing the F-14 Tomcats, probably already aware of their dangerous chasers.
Magic 2 AA missile has left rails it sounded 16 times over the radio.
C'mon guys, lets show them the power of our Verdun AA frigates

The aircraft engaged their afterburners and headed to sea, hopefully with the F-14 Tomcats after them.

*bump*

High up in the sky above Cabinda
http://www.airforce-technology.com/projects/f14/images/tomcat4.jpg
F14 Tomcat
http://www.airforce-technology.com/projects/mirage/images/mirage2000
Mirage 2000-5

"Silhouette recognized, Radar control completed. F14 fighter aircraft inbound"
The computer voice said.

Shit, F14 Tomcat naval fighters!
Holy, don't blow your head, only old F-14 Tomcats!
Those are very good fighters, you know that, Eh?
ofcourse, but they Can't beat ours. "Hopefully" he whispered to himself.

The 17 Mirage 2000-5 Turned around and began chasing the F-14 Tomcats, probably already aware of their dangerous chasers.
Magic 2 AA missile has left rails it sounded 16 times over the radio.
C'mon guys, lets show them the power of our Verdun AA frigates

The aircraft engaged their afterburners and headed to sea, hopefully with the F-14 Tomcats after them.

The pilots realized it was going to be harder than they thought. Not only were the jets they up against topnotch, but so were the skills of the men piloting them. It would not be easy; not that they planned on giving up. Rather than fleeing, they engaged their attackers directly, firing a stream of missiles.

High up in the sky above Cabinda
http://www.globalsecurity.org/military/systems/aircraft/images/f-14-Sidewinder.jpg

"Enemy Missile incoming" The Pilot looked at his radar screen.
WTF? Enemy incoming missiles!
Dive and Afterburners engaged to the AA frigate!
Two Pilots weren't that Lucky, and got a missile into their airplane.

The Atlantic Ocean, 22 km from Cabinda.

The Siren sounded, the 2nd Naval Rapid deployment engaged their weapon systems and readied themselves. Incoming fighters.

Distance 9km, Mirage 2000-5 8.5 km distance, Radar out.

the Verdun AA was moving fast forward, and was travelling at a speed at 30+ knots.

The TSA-12s strafing above made one last pass, dropping a last load of bombs and cannon fire before running out of ammo and heading for home.

Meanwhile, the Lighthorses, holding their noses admist the smell and steeling themselves as more men fell, resumed their assault once more on the weakened El Caudillans. They began strafing around, firing back with huge amounts of fire from mortars, machine guns, and MAC-10s with explosive bullets. They loaded their SAWs this time with all tracers, and their mortars exclusively with WP shells as they fired back; this would be a fireworks show to remember.

It was a losing game for the El Caudillans. These RALMs were no amateurs. The El Caudillans hadn't expected them to be pushovers, of course, but then again, they weren't expecting veteran fighters, either. The ferocity, efficiency, tenacity, and vicious resolve of the enemy were staggering. Their superior firepower and sufficient air support was nothing to take lightly, either. Though the El Caudillans were putting up an extremely good fight, managing to take out a RALM soldier for almost every El Caudillan that fell in battle, the RALMs were gradually gaining the upper hand. Panic set in, and over a dozen men urinated their pants out of fear before turning tail and fleeing. A disgruntled sergeant aimed his machine-gun at the deserters and gunned them down without mercy. Big mistake. With his back turned, he was an easy target, and he was quickly blown to smithereens by RALM fire. Just when it seemed things could get no worse, several dozen convoys of UNITA guerrillas arrived, toting high quality weapons courtesy of RALM. Things went from bad to worse to worst. Comparisons to Custer's Last Stand were not out of place.

Then again, thought the leading general, Hal Moore felt the same way during Operation Silver Bayonet- the Battle of the Ia Drang. They were vastly outnumbered, yet managed to persevere and eventually win. Maybe, just maybe, we can do the same. Unlikely, but possible. If we're going down, we're going down with all guns firing- literally.

"[i]For Emperor! For homeland! For Christ, the Savior!" he cried, and his stirring battle cry roused the troops into action and boosted their morale significantly. Surging with bravery, the troops, although outnumbered and disadvantaged, courageously rushed toward the enemy to make what would possibly be their last stand.

The reports were getting quite fun. The Transylvanians had deployed a huge amount of men and materiel in Naimbe; nobody knew if they were pro or anti El Caudillan. But they spelled bad news for somebody; they had the city of Naimbe locked up solid.

The decision was made to begin smuggling troops in using the existing runways, and heavy materiel as well. Reports from Stuart's team were not looking too rosy; so some heavier stuff would be required. As such, 105mm guns and heavier artillery was introduced, along with tanks of all kinds and some of those Enlightened Guardians, those paranoid, crazed, fanatical survivalists from the backcountry of West Virginia, Pennsylvania, and Western Africa that lived for violence, to the tune of some 100,000, who broke up into small groups to train UNITA forces and to begin raids of their own.....

High up in the sky above Cabinda
http://www.globalsecurity.org/military/systems/aircraft/images/f-14-Sidewinder.jpg

"Enemy Missile incoming" The Pilot looked at his radar screen.
WTF? Enemy incoming missiles!
Dive and Afterburners engaged to the AA frigate!
Two Pilots weren't that Lucky, and got a missile into their airplane.

The Atlantic Ocean, 22 km from Cabinda.

The Siren sounded, the 2nd Naval Rapid deployment engaged their weapon systems and readied themselves. Incoming fighters.

Distance 9km, Mirage 2000-5 8.5 km distance, Radar out.

the Verdun AA was moving fast forward, and was travelling at a speed at 30+ knots.

Well, that's two down, one of the pilots thought, just before his plane was hit by enemy fire and exploded into a fireball. Tattered remnants of his plane fell smoldering to the ground, along with what little remained of him.

The El Caudillans returned fire, but the Van Luxemburgan jets maneuvered aside and evaded the fire with relative ease, before retaliating with fire of their own. The El Caudillans were quite maneuverable as well, and most of them managed to dodge, except for three rookie pilots, who quickly became casualties of war. Undeterred, the El Caudillans engaged the enemy head-on, firing away with their missiles.

It was a losing game for the El Caudillans. These RALMs were no amateurs. The El Caudillans hadn't expected them to be pushovers, of course, but then again, they weren't expecting veteran fighters, either. The ferocity, efficiency, tenacity, and vicious resolve of the enemy were staggering. Their superior firepower and sufficient air support was nothing to take lightly, either. Though the El Caudillans were putting up an extremely good fight, managing to take out a RALM soldier for almost every El Caudillan that fell in battle, the RALMs were gradually gaining the upper hand. Panic set in, and over a dozen men urinated their pants out of fear before turning tail and fleeing. A disgruntled sergeant aimed his machine-gun at the deserters and gunned them down without mercy. Big mistake. With his back turned, he was an easy target, and he was quickly blown to smithereens by RALM fire. Just when it seemed things could get no worse, several dozen convoys of UNITA guerrillas arrived, toting high quality weapons courtesy of RALM. Things went from bad to worse to worst. Comparisons to Custer's Last Stand were not out of place.

Then again, thought the leading general, Hal Moore felt the same way during Operation Silver Bayonet- the Battle of the Ia Drang. They were vastly outnumbered, yet managed to persevere and eventually win. Maybe, just maybe, we can do the same. Unlikely, but possible. If we're going down, we're going down with all guns firing- literally.

"[i]For Emperor! For homeland! For Christ, the Savior!" he cried, and his stirring battle cry roused the troops into action and boosted their morale significantly. Surging with bravery, the troops, although outnumbered and disadvantaged, courageously rushed toward the enemy to make what would possibly be their last stand.

Stuart said, "My boys! Haakka Pallaa!"

The old cry, mangled Finnish for "Hack them Down," soon emerged from the ranks, as the Horses deployed their weapons for the defense against the charge. Aiming their mortars, machine guns, and sniper rifles at the heart of the formation, they gave it everything they had. Stuart marshaled her men together with her matte black katana, and she joined in, firing her M1911A1 at the charging foe.

As she marshaled everybody with the katana, she used a handie-talkie to communicate with UNITA forces, urging them on, urging them to fire back and give chase.

Above the Atlantic Ocean

One more was lost during the fight, that reached the Verdun AA frigate.

VL Navy warship VLS Colmar To Mirage-Leader, we'll take care of 'em, retreat now!
Roger sir, we're back to Cabinda!

The VLS Colmar, a Verdun AA frigate, engaged all his weapon systems, and fired a missile at different aircraft.

(OOC: How many F-14 are there actually?)

Stuart said, "My boys! Haakka Pallaa!"

The old cry, mangled Finnish for "Hack them Down," soon emerged from the ranks, as the Horses deployed their weapons for the defense against the charge. Aiming their mortars, machine guns, and sniper rifles at the heart of the formation, they gave it everything they had. Stuart marshaled her men together with her matte black katana, and she joined in, firing her M1911A1 at the charging foe.

As she marshaled everybody with the katana, she used a handie-talkie to communicate with UNITA forces, urging them on, urging them to fire back and give chase.

Gunned down El Caudillans toppled over in death by the dozens, yet that did not deter the resolve of the survivors, who braced themselves for whatever the RALMs threw at them, as they continued their heroic charge, assaulting the invaders with machine-gun fire, napalm, howitzers, shrapnel, grenades, and other deadly weapons.

Above the Atlantic Ocean

One more was lost during the fight, that reached the Verdun AA frigate.

VL Navy warship VLS Colmar To Mirage-Leader, we'll take care of 'em, retreat now!
Roger sir, we're back to Cabinda!

The VLS Colmar, a Verdun AA frigate, engaged all his weapon systems, and fired a missile at different aircraft.

(OOC: How many F-14 are there actually?)

{OOC: Not sure, but can we assume that both sides have a similar number?}

(OOC: So there are 14 left on each side? am I correct?)

(OOC: So there are 14 left on each side? am I correct?)

{OOC: Sure. Who should win? Or should it be a draw?}

(OOC: in my last IC post, I RP'ed that My Mirage 2000-5's retreated to their base at Cabinda, so the Verdun AA will take care of your aircraft. btw, the groundfight, was it win for me or draw or...?

(OOC: in my last IC post, I RP'ed that My Mirage 2000-5's retreated to their base at Cabinda, so the Verdun AA will take care of your aircraft. btw, the groundfight, was it win for me or draw or...?

{OOC: You won the groundfight, but it was a Pyrrhic victory. ;)}

(OOC: so technically we're controlling Cabinda? or not?, oh actually let's carry on with the RP :D )

(OOC: so technically we're controlling Cabinda? or not?, oh actually let's carry on with the RP :D )

{OOC: Yep, you control Cabinda...for now. ;)}

(OOC: Time to start patrolling the Area. where are those MRTP 33" Naval patrol vehicles :D )

Gunned down El Caudillans toppled over in death by the dozens, yet that did not deter the resolve of the survivors, who braced themselves for whatever the RALMs threw at them, as they continued their heroic charge, assaulting the invaders with machine-gun fire, napalm, howitzers, shrapnel, grenades, and other deadly weapons.

The line held, though men fell as usual. Stuart held fast, she simply urged them to fight on. The men complied throwing more lead and shells into the El Caudillan ranks. Now, they used all tracers and all WP shells, and some even still had MAC-10s with Explosive bullets. All was thrown at the El Caudillans; all was given.

The line held, though men fell as usual. Stuart held fast, she simply urged them to fight on. The men complied throwing more lead and shells into the El Caudillan ranks. Now, they used all tracers and all WP shells, and some even still had MAC-10s with Explosive bullets. All was thrown at the El Caudillans; all was given.

Few if any of the soldiers on either side were clean; exploding bodies everywhere guaranteed that everyone, or very nearly everyone, was covered in blood. Not that the El Caudillans noticed; they had higher priorties, like trying to stay alive. Many of them were oblivious to their critical wounds, and staggered onward, shooting with everything they had, and not falling until they were actually dead. Their desperation instilled in them an unrepentant desire to win at any cost.

In a warehouse near the docks, Lieutenant Colonel Dawson was looking over the reports of both airfields on each side of Namibe. Both are at 85% finished. When they are done, more Dominion soldiers will arrive and the fighting can start. This warehouse will act as high command, right now. Captain Smirnov, the Russian leader of the Shadow Foxes, and Captain Nikolakopoulos, the Greek leader of the Death Hackers, walked into the Lieutenant Colonel’s ‘office’.

“Sir.” said Captain Smirnov “The Shadow Foxes are waiting for their orders.”

“The Death Hackers are waiting, too.” said Captain Nikolakopoulos.

The Lieutenant Colonel turned to face the two captains. “Have both of your men divide into 50 groups of five soldiers.” Then pointed at the map of the Namibe Province. “Find the rebel leader ands kill them.”

“Yes, sir.” said both captains.

“After that, move out of the Namibe Province and into the other provinces. I want all of the rebel commanders’ heads sent back to Me.” ordered the Lieutenant Colonel. “Got that, soldiers.”

“Yes, sir.” said both captains.

“Now, go make me proud.” said Lieutenant Colonel “If any of you run into other people helping the rebels, kill them too.”

“Yes, sir.” said both captains before leaving the Lieutenant Colonel’s ‘office’. The Shadow Foxes and Death Hackers would move out in the cover of the night.

Above the Atlantic Ocean

One more was lost during the fight, that reached the Verdun AA frigate.

VL Navy warship VLS Colmar To Mirage-Leader, we'll take care of 'em, retreat now!
Roger sir, we're back to Cabinda!

The VLS Colmar, a Verdun AA frigate, engaged all his weapon systems, and fired a missile at different aircraft.


OOC: my last IC post

Few if any of the soldiers on either side were clean; exploding bodies everywhere guaranteed that everyone, or very nearly everyone, was covered in blood. Not that the El Caudillans noticed; they had higher priorties, like trying to stay alive. Many of them were oblivious to their critical wounds, and staggered onward, shooting with everything they had, and not falling until they were actually dead. Their desperation instilled in them an unrepentant desire to win at any cost.

Stuart was amazed at these men. She respected their determination. It made it all the more sweeter to destroy them.

She knew that these men wanted death; they wanted to die gloriously for God and Empire. So, she would give them what they wanted. She ordered men to prep hand grenades, MAC-10s, knives and machetes for close combat. She readied her katana.

She ordered a charge at the incoming El Caudillans. A large group of men complied, dropping mortar shells on the El Caudillans before charging, guns blazing, at the El Caudillans. Stuart, guarded by a group of soldiers, led the charge, katana swinging. Meanwhile, those left behind continued the steel rain of sniper shots and mortar shells.

Above the Atlantic Ocean

One more was lost during the fight, that reached the Verdun AA frigate.

VL Navy warship VLS Colmar To Mirage-Leader, we'll take care of 'em, retreat now!
Roger sir, we're back to Cabinda!

The VLS Colmar, a Verdun AA frigate, engaged all his weapon systems, and fired a missile at different aircraft.

(OOC: How many F-14 are there actually?)

Seemingly from out of nowhere, a missile appeared, crashing into one of the aircraft before the pilot even saw it, resulting in another casualty.

"What the- where did that missile come fr-"

The ensuing explosion from another missile not only cut off that pilot's sentence, but his life.

By now, they were wise to the warships presence, and they ascended to a height where its missiles could not possibly reach them.

Stuart was amazed at these men. She respected their determination. It made it all the more sweeter to destroy them.

She knew that these men wanted death; they wanted to die gloriously for God and Empire. So, she would give them what they wanted. She ordered men to prep hand grenades, MAC-10s, knives and machetes for close combat. She readied her katana.

She ordered a charge at the incoming El Caudillans. A large group of men complied, dropping mortar shells on the El Caudillans before charging, guns blazing, at the El Caudillans. Stuart, guarded by a group of soldiers, led the charge, katana swinging. Meanwhile, those left behind continued the steel rain of sniper shots and mortar shells.

Surrounded by the dead bodies of his friends, the last remaining soldier smiled. Laughing triumphantly, he ran forward, jumped into the center of the soldiers, and activated the explosive device concealed beneath his uniform. In the fraction of a split-second before he became human confetti, he hoped that he took as many enemies with him as possible.

OOC: Damn, Jensai and I are getting seriously behind here...where is he?! EC, if you could RP some FNLA men stumbling across my Major Halloway and leading them to the FNLA HQ, I could get started in earnest here.

The Enlightened Guardians in the countryside began wandering about Naimbe and the other southern Provinces held by UNITA. There, they hoped to deal with the new Transylvanians, who began to seem awfully hostile. Platoon sized groups of men went on the prowl, heavily armed. They were paramilitaries; not quite as elite as the Lighthorses that had spearheaded the presence of the RSA/RALM. But, they had just as much firepower, and they had just as much guts and a bigger mean streak.

Meanwhile, Lighthorse units all over South Angola were reequiped with newer equipment, recently imported from the Reunited States and the KSC Corporation. Now, new operations could begin in earnest.

Surrounded by the dead bodies of his friends, the last remaining soldier smiled. Laughing triumphantly, he ran forward, jumped into the center of the soldiers, and activated the explosive device concealed beneath his uniform. In the fraction of a split-second before he became human confetti, he hoped that he took as many enemies with him as possible.

An entire squad went up with the man; Stuart shielded herself from the grisly shower of blood. She then surveyed the scene; it was one that Dante would have recognized.

She then knelt down and prayed to God, thanking him and asking for forgiveness for those who wouldn't be going home, on both sides. Then, she ordered body cards to be issued. They were a special pack, marked with the symbols of the RSA and UNITA on them joined in unison. The cards distributed over the corpses and the mess, those that could be buried were. The bodies were raided for supplies and ammo, and soon, the Lighthorses reported to one of the bases set up by their comrades, to rest, heal up, rearm, and get new men.

http://www.fas.org/man/dod-101/sys/missile/row/aster-30.jpg
Darnit! The missiles lost their locks!

Contact the VLS Cassis at once, let them launch a group of Rafale's and prepare this ship's VLS cells! Correction on heading: new Heading is at 1-3-0 positive.

VLS Cassis Perpignan class Stealth Carrier

20 Rafale M aircraft and 2 Mirage 2100 ("Big Brother") aircraft took off from the carrier, preparing to intercept the F-14 harassing the Colmar

they would soon reach the outnumbered F-14's

The Enlightened Guardians in the countryside began wandering about Naimbe and the other southern Provinces held by UNITA. There, they hoped to deal with the new Transylvanians, who began to seem awfully hostile. Platoon sized groups of men went on the prowl, heavily armed. They were paramilitaries; not quite as elite as the Lighthorses that had spearheaded the presence of the RSA/RALM. But, they had just as much firepower, and they had just as much guts and a bigger mean streak.

Meanwhile, Lighthorse units all over South Angola were reequiped with newer equipment, recently imported from the Reunited States and the KSC Corporation. Now, new operations could begin in earnest.

The Enlightened Guardians would not even see the Shadow Foxes and Death Hackers as they moved around the Namibe Province. But they have not left the city of Namibe. They will leave as the sun down.

Both airfields were up and running. C-141B Starlifter have been landing and unloading ammo, tanks, other vehicles, and more soldiers. The Dominion was going to put more fighters on the grounds. Over 10,000 soldiers from the 12th Blood Dragons will be arriving at Namibe in six hours. They would be lead by Major Constantine Paschalis, another Greek soldier. Each Blood Dragon would carry one AR-22 heavy assault rifle, one M-12 MasterKey double-barreled shotgun, one PHX Hi-Power 10mm pistol, and a set of Transylvanian body armor in obscure dull red and obscure gray.

Back in the Dominion…

B-9 Vexore bombers were being fueled and load with 70 MK79 1000lb Napalm bombs. They would be entering the air in 45 minutes. Their job is to bomb known rebel towns and bases in the South Provinces of Angola. A total of 100 bombers will be doing the job.

The Enlightened Guardians, paranoid as ever and noting the massive flow of infantry, decided to strike first. They radioed for air support from Gabon, Benin, and from West Africa, whereupon a huge force of 20 F-16s, 35 F-22s, and 44 FB-111s began moving towards Naimbe City, time estimated at 50 minutes.

Meanwhile, the Guardians themselves began moving, mining the roads around Naimbe City, rigging booby traps and AAA/SAM positions in the jungle, and moving 5,000 men, mortars and RPG-7V rockets near the airfields, as well as Sapper teams as best as they could. Then, they opened fire.....

OOC: If this stinks, let me know...

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Darnit! The missiles lost their locks!

Contact the VLS Cassis at once, let them launch a group of Rafale's and prepare this ship's VLS cells! Correction on heading: new Heading is at 1-3-0 positive.

VLS Cassis Perpignan class Stealth Carrier

20 Rafale M aircraft and 2 Mirage 2100 ("Big Brother") aircraft took off from the carrier, preparing to intercept the F-14 harassing the Colmar

they would soon reach the outnumbered F-14's

"Incoming!"

The F-14s swerved aside as the 20 Rafale M and 2 Mirage 2100 aircraft entered the fray.

The pilots quickly realized they were outnumbered, yet that did not deter them; with no hesitation whatsoever, they engaged their attackers head-on.

The Enlightened Guardians, paranoid as ever and noting the massive flow of infantry, decided to strike first. They radioed for air support from Gabon, Benin, and from West Africa, whereupon a huge force of 20 F-16s, 35 F-22s, and 44 FB-111s began moving towards Naimbe City, time estimated at 50 minutes.

Satellites photos showed movement of unknown forces, heading his way. So, he jumps into actions. Lieutenant Colonel Dawson ordered the 30 AVF/A-18SJ Ultra Hornets on the Swiftsure-class carrier to enter the air in fifteen minutes. They could hold anything these unknown forces could throw at them. Then he orders all units to get ready for the attack.

Meanwhile, the Guardians themselves began moving, mining the roads around Naimbe City, rigging booby traps and AAA/SAM positions in the jungle, and moving 5,000 men, mortars and RPG-7V rockets near the airfields, as well as Sapper teams as best as they could. Then, they opened fire..…

The snipers that were stationed on the roads open fire at the Guardians trying to mine the road that were under control of the Dominion. Each road had ten snipers or more in hidden places. Those dumbass thought Captain Henri Bellefontaine as he lined up another shot. Trying to mess with our roads

At airfields, the Guardians are in a wide-open spot. The twenty AH-6J Little Birds that were guarding each airfield opened fire at the unknown men. But that was not the only thing that was attacking the Guardians. The Hellspawns were stationed to guard both airfields. 5,000 of them at each airfield. The Hellspawns open fire at the unknown troops.

The ten T-1 Scorpion tanks at each airfields open fire to as the fifteen M60A3 Patton battle tanks add their fire power to the mix.

5,000 Raptors headed into the jungles on foot to looked for the enemy.

Satellites photos showed movement of unknown forces, heading his way. So, he jumps into actions. Lieutenant Colonel Dawson ordered the 30 AVF/A-18SJ Ultra Hornets on the Swiftsure-class carrier to enter the air in fifteen minutes. They could hold anything these unknown forces could throw at them. Then he orders all units to get ready for the attack.

The air fleet soon assembled in formation, and then:

"Incoming bogies, five o' clock!"

Sure enough, it was the Transylvanian Ultra Hornets. The fighters entered into combat manuevers, attempting to target the enemy with Sidewinder missiles and cannon fire.

The snipers that were stationed on the roads open fire at the Guardians trying to mine the road that were under control of the Dominion. Each road had ten snipers or more in hidden places. Those dumbass though Captain Henri Bellefontaine as he lined up another shot. Trying to mess with our roads

At airfields, the Guardians are in a wide-open spot. The twenty AH-6J Little Birds that were guarding each airfield opened fire at the unknown men. But that was not the only thing that was attacking the Guardians. The Hellspawns were stationed to guard both airfields. 5,000 of them at each airfield. The Hellspawns open fire at the unknown troops.

The ten T-1 Scorpion tanks at each airfields open fire to as the fifteen M60A3 Patton battle tanks add their fire power to the mixes.

5,000 Raptors headed into the jungles on foot to looked for the enemy.

The EG's on the airfield took cover in the jungle. It was a deadly counterattack; they had lost 20 men so far. The EG's retaliated by unloading their RPG-7V's and their mortars-hastily assembled-at the incoming tanks and infantry, as well as opening fire with their M16s and SAWs, using all tracer loads. Some of the men even fired back at the helicopters with Stinger missiles, aiming carefully and using the targeting systems onboard to make the possibility of a direct hit possible. They were outnumbered two-to-one, so they had to use their explosives carefully....

The men trying to mine the roads fell back, and began firing back. They took cover, and began shooting back at the snipers with their own rifles and even the occasional grenade and RPG shot.

EG units stationed in the jungles, meanwhile, saw the incoming Raptors. Taking cover, they opened fire, and began raining WP and Frag grenades and RPG shots at them, as well as M16 and MAC-10 fire.

The air fleet soon assembled in formation, and then:

"Incoming bogies, five o' clock!"

Sure enough, it was the Transylvanian Ultra Hornets. The fighters entered into combat maneuvers, attempting to target the enemy with Sidewinder missiles and cannon fire.

The AVF/A-18SJ Ultra Hornets were not close to the enemy planes, what are they doing. They were over the city. Then from the ground came AA fire.

The EG's on the airfield took cover behind one of the hangars. It was a deadly counterattack; they had lost 20 men so far. The EG's retaliated by unloading their RPG-7V's and their mortars-hastily assembled-at the incoming tanks and infantry, as well as opening fire with their M16s and SAWs, using all tracer loads. Some of the men even fired back at the helicopters with Stinger missiles, aiming carefully and using the targeting systems onboard to make the possibility of a direct hit possible. They were outnumbered two-to-one, so they had to use their explosives carefully....

OOC: Your people are not near the hangers. The hangers are closer to the city edge then the jungle edge. So, they are in wide-open for an attack. You need to edit that. Thanks!

The men trying to mine the roads fell back, and began firing back. They took cover, and began shooting back at the snipers with their own rifles and even the occasional grenade and RPG shot.

The snipers were moving for cover every shot. The men did not know where they at. But one lucky RPG shot hit, that snipers was killed before he come fire at what looked like the commander of these men.

Captain Henri Bellefontaine lined the shot at the commander’s head and fired. Then he moved to another location.

From above the enemy troops, Napalm bombs start falling on them. The Napalm bombs came from 10 A-4X Skyhawk IIs over each area.

EG units stationed in the jungles, meanwhile, saw the incoming Raptors. Taking cover, they opened fire, and began raining WP and Frag grenades and RPG shots at them, as well as M16 and MAC-10 fire.

The Raptor took cover behind any thing; fifty were hit by the RPGs and killed. "Hostiles in the jungles." said one of the Raptors on his radio. “All men fall back and head to the city.” The Raptors retreated back toward the city as 10 B-9 Vexore bombers started dropping bombs on the locations of EGs.

Hundreds of cargo trucks, jeeps, and APCs sped down the rugged, bumpy dirt roads, rushing to the battlefield as quickly as they could to aid the Transylvanian forces. Meanwhile, a small squadron of aircraft took off for the same location, to provide aerial support.

Lieutenant Colonel Dawson was watching video feed of area of the city, when something stopped him. He zoomed the camera in, to El Caudillo forces heading towards the city. "Hell yeah, I knew those men were not chickens."

So, he moved over to the radio. "El Caudillo forces, there are enemy forces on the roads heading into Namibe. Take them out." he said in the radio.

Lieutenant Colonel Dawson was watching video feed of area of the city, when something stopped him. He zoomed the camera in, to El Caudillo forces heading towards the city. "Hell yeah, I knew those men were not chickens."

So, he moved over to the radio. "El Caudillo forces, there are enemy forces on the roads heading into Namibe. Take them out." he said in the radio.

"Will do, Colonel."

The El Caudillan forces dismantled drawbridges, mined roads, booby-trapped pro-RALM and pro-UNITA villages, sabotaged military depots of UNITA soldiers, and formed a protective circle near the area where the battle took place. Howitzers and heavy artillery advanced forward slowly, began firing away at the RALM forces, and El Caudillan tanks drove forward to pound them apart.

"Will do, Colonel."

The El Caudillan forces dismantled drawbridges, mined roads, booby-trapped pro-RALM and pro-UNITA villages, sabotaged military depots of UNITA soldiers, and formed a protective circle near the area where the battle took place. Howitzers and heavy artillery advanced forward slowly, began firing away at the RALM forces, and El Caudillan tanks drove forward to pound them apart.

“May God bless you.” said Lieutenant Colonel Dawson. He went back to watching the video feeds.

“May God bless you.” said Lieutenant Colonel Dawson. He well back to watching the video feeds.

"No problem, Colonel. Glad to help."


Secret IC

Beneath the surface, dozens of El Caudillan soldiers traversed dark, labyrinthine, manmade tunnels, which had been crudely and hastily constructed by guerrillas a few months ago. There was an opening at the end of the tunnel, which would bring them to the rear of the RALM forces. Half of the 3,000 man strong El Caudillan contingent would use this tunnel to sneak up behind the RALM forces and surround them.

{OOC: Transylvania, check TGs, please.}

{OOC: Transylvania, check TGs, please.}

OOC: Checked and resend.

IC: The other 90 B-9 Vexore bombers started to drop their bombs on known rebels base in the southern provinces. Nothing would survive these attacks.

OOC: Guys....slow down, will ya? I still gotta post!

OOC: Guys....slow down, will ya? I still gotta post!

{OOC: Sorry. Let's assume my forces are still about 10 miles away, and will arrive about 20 or 30 IC minutes after your post.}

The AVF/A-18SJ Ultra Hornets were not close to the enemy planes, what are they doing. They were over the city. Then from the ground came AA fire.

OOC: You want me to fix that post?

OOC: Your people are not near the hangers. The hangers are closer to the city edge then the jungle edge. So, they are in wide-open for an attack. You need to edit that. Thanks!

OOC: That's been fixed.

The snipers were moving for cover every shot. The men did not know where they at. But one lucky RPG shot hit, that snipers was killed before he come fire at what looked like the commander of these men.

Captain Henri Bellefontaine lined the shot at the commander’s head and fired. Then he moved to another location.

From above the enemy troops, Napalm bombs start falling on them. The Napalm bombs came from 10 A-4X Skyhawk IIs over each area.

The EG's ran like hell as the napalm engulfed the forest. A good many, about 50, were engulfed in the flames, never to return. As for the rest who could get away, they signaled for UNITA and RALM AAA and SAMs to fire back, before firing back at enemy targets. The RALM units fired back, pouring flak and Stingers in the air.

The Raptor took cover behind any thing; fifty were hit by the RPGs and killed. "Hostiles in the jungles." said one of the Raptors on his radio. “All men fall back and head to the city.” The Raptors retreated back toward the city as 10 B-9 Vexore bombers started dropping bombs on the locations of EGs.

The EG's scattered as the bombs began to fall, and 100 people didn't make it out. The EG's began evasive manuevers, firing back with Stingers at the planes as they tried to break up into smaller groups and zigzag about in irregular patterns, attempting to still chase the Raptors. As for the Raptors, some teams of EG's that had not scattered under the intense bombardment began chasing the Raptors, lobbing grenades and firing machine guns at them. Their bravery could be called suicidal, but.....

OOC: Checked and resend.

IC: The other 90 B-9 Vexore bombers started to drop their bombs on known rebels base in the southern provinces. Nothing would survive these attacks.

The rebels, being the morally repugnant dogs they were, recruited thousands of women and children into their ranks; in some areas, children and women made up the majority of soldiers. The area being mercilessly bombed into the pre-Stone Age by the Transylvanian bombers now was such an area. As flimsy straw huts burst into flames, as thick suffocating smoke ensnared the villages in a thick shroud, ablaze children and women ran amok, screaming as they were burned alive. Poorly-guarded, crudely-assembled bases made of mud and sod disintegrated to rubble upon being hit by bombs, burying alive their inhabitants. Rebels attempting to escape in hand-me-down trucks with wobbly tires and sputtering engines went up in flames. It was mass chaos and pandemonium, and the scene quickly became a graveyard.

Meanwhile....

"Damn militia kooks. They made a big farkin' mess....we gotta clean it up."

Linda Stuart slammed her bottle of Sam Adams beer down onto the table. The recent reports and radio feeds did not look good. A bunch of Enlightened Guardians had tried to tussle with the Transylvanians, and decided to punish them and the RALMers in the area. F**k.

She yelled to the Lighthorses: "Okay, guys! We gotta bail out some EG's."

One person yelled, "Not the damn eggs!"

Stuart yelled, "Yes, the damn eggs. Now, suit up."

Before long, the team began to drive out in Land Rovers, and packed extra Stingers and explosives....they would need it.

The rebels, being the morally repugnant dogs they were, recruited thousands of women and children into their ranks; in some areas, children and women made up the majority of soldiers. The area being mercilessly bombed into the pre-Stone Age by the Transylvanian bombers now was such an area. As flimsy straw huts burst into flames, as thick suffocating smoke ensnared the villages in a thick shroud, ablaze children and women ran amok, screaming as they were burned alive. Poorly-guarded, crudely-assembled bases made of mud and sod disintegrated to rubble upon being hit by bombs, burying alive their inhabitants. Rebels attempting to escape in hand-me-down trucks with wobbly tires and sputtering engines went up in flames. It was mass chaos and pandemonium, and the scene quickly became a graveyard.

A force of Lighthorses and EG's on patrol found the scene. It wasn't too pleasant; even the ultraviolent EG's began to get queasy.

The squad leader, Col. Anderson, decided to avenge these villagers. The EG's agreed, they hooted and hollered in celebration of the bloodbath that was going to happen. Anderson was very disturbed, but the EG's were kinda known for this, so he just shut up.

Soon, they began to march onwards, looking for Transylvanians or El Caudillans to take out........

OOC: You want me to fix that post?

OOC: Yeah, fix it.

The EG's on the airfield took cover in the jungle. It was a deadly counterattack; they had lost 20 men so far. The EG's retaliated by unloading their RPG-7V's and their mortars-hastily assembled-at the incoming tanks and infantry, as well as opening fire with their M16s and SAWs, using all tracer loads. Some of the men even fired back at the helicopters with Stinger missiles, aiming carefully and using the targeting systems onboard to make the possibility of a direct hit possible. They were outnumbered two-to-one, so they had to use their explosives carefully...

The Stinger missiles hit four of the Little Birds at each airfield, the others continue to fire into the jungle with their mini-guns. The Hellspawns used the cover of the hanger to fire at the EGs. The mortar fire at each airfield hit ten of them.

The T-1 Scorpion tanks held their own but four of M60A3 Patton battle tanks were hit by the RPGs and other mortar fire.

The EG's ran like hell as the napalm engulfed the forest. A good many, about 50, were engulfed in the flames, never to return. As for the rest who could get away, they signaled for UNITA and RALM AAA and SAMs to fire back, before firing back at enemy targets. The RALM units fired back, pouring flak and Stingers in the air.

The sniper had used the A-4X Skyhawk IIs attack to head back to the city. Four of the A-4X Skyhawk IIs were hit and the pilots dove towards the enemy vehicles. The other set opened fire with their cannon at the men.

The EG's scattered as the bombs began to fall, and 100 people didn't make it out. The EG's began evasive maneuvers, firing back with Stingers at the planes as they tried to break up into smaller groups and zigzag about in irregular patterns, attempting to still chase the Raptors. As for the Raptors, some teams of EG's that had not scattered under the intense bombardment began chasing the Raptors, lobbing grenades and firing machine guns at them. Their bravery could be called suicidal, but...

The Stinger missiles never made it to the bombers because they were at 50,000 feet. The Raptors continued firing at the EGs, using tree as cover on the way. A few more yards and the EG would be in a world of trouble.

25 Raptors hit by the grenades that damaged their body armor. Their body armor could hold that machine fire off for a long time but with it damaged, they were gunned down. “Ten more yards, boys.” said one of the Raptor on the radio, linked in their helmets.

Ten yards later and the EGs that were chasing the Raptors were about to be unlocked up. From behind the EGs, all 250 Shadow Foxes jumped out of their hiding spaces and open fire at them.

The rebels, being the morally repugnant dogs they were, recruited thousands of women and children into their ranks; in some areas, children and women made up the majority of soldiers. The area being mercilessly bombed into the pre-Stone Age by the Transylvanian bombers now was such an area. As flimsy straw huts burst into flames, as thick suffocating smoke ensnared the villages in a thick shroud, ablaze children and women ran amok, screaming as they were burned alive. Poorly-guarded, crudely-assembled bases made of mud and sod disintegrated to rubble upon being hit by bombs, burying alive their inhabitants. Rebels attempting to escape in hand-me-down trucks with wobbly tires and sputtering engines went up in flames. It was mass chaos and pandemonium, and the scene quickly became a graveyard.

The 90 B-9 Vexore bombers and other ten turned to head back to the airbase in the Dominion. Unknown to them, 100 more B-9 Vexore bombers loaded with the same payload enter the air. They would stay at 60,000 feet and they had a special target. A small airfield that had a lot of planes landing at it in the last hours or longer. This airfield was the one, the Real ALM have been using.

The air fleet moved in quickly, swooping in below radar and closing in on the city. They moved into formation, watching the skies for enemies....

OOC: Here's the fixed version.

The air fleet moved in quickly, swooping in below radar and closing in on the city. They moved into formation, watching the skies for enemies...

The enemy airplanes arrived on the radar, so the order was giving to the AA guns on the out side of the city to fire when they were in range. The 30 AVF/A-18SJ Ultra Hornets spotted the enemy airplanes and fly at them but did not get into their range before flying straight back to the city. They were daring them to follow.

The Stinger missiles hit four of the Little Birds at each airfield, the others continue to fire into the jungle with their mini-guns. The Hellspawns used the cover of the hanger to fire at the EGs. The mortar fire at each airfield hit ten of them.

The T-1 Scorpion tanks held their own but four of M60A3 Patton battle tanks were hit by the RPGs and other mortar fire.


The EG's kept up their assault, they continued to pour Stingers at the helicopters, keeping up the frantic pace as they tried to down the enemy. Meanwhile, the EG's also fired back at the Hellspawns and their tank support, using RPG-7Vs and mortars.

The sniper had used the A-4X Skyhawk IIs attack to head back to the city. Four of the A-4X Skyhawk IIs were hit and the pilots dove towards the enemy vehicles. The other set opened fire with their cannon at the men.

20 men were killed by the cannons, so the EG's, realizing the snipers had gone, focused their efforts on the Skyhawks, retaliating with Stinger missiles and small arms fire, as well as RPGs. They moved steadily in a zigzag pattern towards the airfield to aid their comrades, and began sowing Claymores as well, both along the road and to cover their tracks.

The Stinger missiles never made it to the bombers because they were at 50,000 feet. The Raptors continued firing at the EGs, using tree as cover on the way. A few more yards and the EG would be in a world of trouble.

25 Raptors hit by the grenades that damaged their body armor. Their body armor could hold that machine fire off for a long time but with it damaged, they were gunned down. “Ten more yards, boys.” said one of the Raptor on the radio, linked in their helmets.

Ten yards later and the EGs that were chasing the Raptors were about to be unlocked up. From behind the EGs, all 250 Shadow Foxes jumped out of their hiding spaces and open fire at them.

The EG's simply fired back at the Shadow Foxes and the Raptors, they relished the chance for more people to frag. They lobbed grenades and RPGs and poured machine gun fire at the incoming enemy, not caring they had lost 11 men in the attack. They began uttering feral warchants, and refused to give up.

Still some support would have been nice. So, the head of the EG's radioed for backup, and made contact with Stuart's relief column, which soon decided to head their way, scattering in small groups.

The enemy airplanes arrived on the radar, so the order was giving to the AA guns on the out side of the city to fire when they were in range. The 30 AVF/A-18SJ Ultra Hornets spotted the enemy airplanes and fly at them but did not get into their range before flying straight back to the city. They were daring them to follow.

The planes soldiered forth....the Ultra Hornets were spotted, but the flight leader urged his pilots not to take the bait. He knew that the area would be thick with flak and SAMs, so he ordered his men to stay sharp, and continued course as planned...

Ten minutes or more have passed after the first attack. El Caudillo forces should be arriving to help the Dominion soldiers any minute now.

The planes soldiered forth....the Ultra Hornets were spotted, but the flight leader urged his pilots not to take the bait. He knew that the area would be thick with flak and SAMs, so he ordered his men to stay sharp, and continued course as planned...

“Well that plan did not work.” said the lead pilot on the radio. “Stay here.” The Ultra Hornets stayed to guard the city, waiting for the enemy planes to come to them.

The EG's kept up their assault; they continued to pour Stingers at the helicopters, keeping up the frantic pace as they tried to down the enemy. Meanwhile, the EG's also fired back at the Hellspawns and their tank support, using RPG-7Vs and mortars.

Two more Little Birds were taken down at each airfield. The Hellspawns did not have to worry about the machine gun fire but the RPGs and mortar are what they were worried about.

Then to both sides of the EGs came the men from the 12th Blood Dragons. 1,500 Blood Dragons on each side of the EGs in the jungle, at airfield. There will be two chose for the EGs; fight and die or surrender and live.

20 men were killed by the cannons, so the EG's, realizing the snipers had gone, focused their efforts on the Skyhawks, retaliating with Stinger missiles and small arms fire, as well as RPGs. They moved steadily in a zigzag pattern towards the airfield to aid their comrades, and began sowing Claymores as well, both along the road and to cover their tracks.

Four more Skyhawks were taken down. The Skyhawks’ pilots knew they were going to die. So they did the best thing to do. Use the whole planes at a weapon. Each one dived bombed towards the enemy.

The EG's simply fired back at the Shadow Foxes and the Raptors, they relished the chance for more people to frag. They lobbed grenades and RPGs and poured machine gun fire at the incoming enemy, not caring they had lost 11 men in the attack. They began uttering feral war chants, and refused to give up.

The Shadow Foxes took some hit but continue firing at the EGs. The Raptor took some losses but did what the Shadow Foxes did. The EGs were trapped in between two units and were being gunned down.

{OOC: New Dornalia and Transylvania, can we assume the post I made earlier just happened now?}

{OOC: New Dornalia and Transylvania, can we assume the post I made earlier just happened now?}

OOC: Okay, start your attacks on the EGs near the airfields.

The aircrafts' radars zeroed in on the airfields, pinpointing the targets with lethally efficient precision, and jettisoned a continuous stream of homing missiles to bombard the target. Other aircraft soared overheard the EGs attacking the Transylvanian forces, and pounded them with napalm. Howitzers and heavy artillery, accompanied by tanks, blasted and pounded apart the RALM forces, as over a thousand forces sneaked through the underground tunnel, emerging behind the RALMs, and began strafing them with machine-gun fire.

“Well that plan did not work.” said the lead pilot on the radio. “Stay here.” The Ultra Hornets stayed to guard the city, waiting for the enemy planes to come to them.

The planes focused on moving towards their objective. The city seemed within sight.....they armed their bombs and missiles, and awaited the enemy.

Two more Little Birds were taken down at each airfield. The Hellspawns did not have to worry about the machine gun fire but the RPGs and mortar are what they were worried about.

Then to both sides of the EGs came the men from the 12th Blood Dragons. 1,500 Blood Dragons on each side of the EGs in the jungle, at airfield. There will be two chose for the EGs; fight and die or surrender and live.

The EG's opted for none of the options. They backed up further into the forest, opening fire with mortars and RPGs and machine guns on the enemy in a fighting retreat, and hoping the booby traps set up by the sabotage teams would kick in. Barring that, they called in reinforcements.

Four more Skyhawks were taken down. The Skyhawks’ pilots knew they were going to die. So they did the best thing to do. Use the whole planes at a weapon. Each one dived bombed towards the enemy.

The EG's scattered, and tried to evade the attack. Ten were killed by a kamikaze, the others focused on pumping Stingers into the enemy.

The Shadow Foxes took some hit but continue firing at the EGs. The Raptor took some losses but did what the Shadow Foxes did. The EGs were trapped in between two units and were being gunned down.

The EG's held out, roaring away with machine guns and grenades, as well as RPGs loaded with WP rockets. They refused to quit; no fancy-dancy name units would eliminate them.

Meanwhile, Stuart and her men arrived just in time.....they attacked the Shadow Foxes, lobbing mortar shells at the Foxes and charging at them with machine guns and RPGs.

OOC: Can I start RPing UNITA actions?

The aircrafts' radars zeroed in on the airfields, pinpointing the targets with lethally efficient precision, and jettisoned a continuous stream of homing missiles to bombard the target. Other aircraft soared overheard the EGs attacking the Transylvanian forces, and pounded them with napalm. Howitzers and heavy artillery, accompanied by tanks, blasted and pounded apart the RALM forces, as over a thousand forces sneaked through the underground tunnel, emerging behind the RALMs, and began strafing them with machine-gun fire.

The EG's took heavy damage, but the sheer bloodlust pumping through them motivated them to keep fighting on, despite big losses. They did not wish to quit just yet.

Meanwhile, Lighthorse and EG teams all over retaliated, pouring Stingers, Avenger SAMs, 40mm AAA, 105mm howitzers, mortars, and pretty much everything they had at the incomign El Caudillans. The bastards had got htem good-now they would pay for their prize.

OOC: Can I start RPing UNITA actions?

{OOC: Sure!}

UNITA forces all over reeled from the intense bombings......indeed, as guerillas, it was expected they and their allies would be hit hard. But the Transylvanians were laying it on really thick, and the El Caudillans were playing "rattlesnake," using their old tunnels to hit the people they needed the most: the RALM.

UNITA forces all over decided to stage a general counterattack. They would try to bail them out by attacking those forces that were hitting the airfields.

The plan was put into motion-bands of UNITA soldiers, going on foot and using old Nissans and Land Rovers- rushed to the embattled airfields, pouring out of their rickety vehicles or running from the bush and putting those dandy new SMAWs, SAWs, MAC-10s and M16s to use on the El Caudillans. Stingers, Avengers, and AAA went up, and began searching the skies for the enemy......

The planes focused on moving towards their objective. The city seemed within sight...they armed their bombs and missiles, and awaited the enemy.

The enemy planes were in range, now. The AA guns, a total of 25, started firing towards their area.

The EG's opted for none of the options. They backed up further into the forest, opening fire with mortars and RPGs and machine guns on the enemy in a fighting retreat, and hoping the booby traps set up by the sabotage teams would kick in. Barring that, they called in reinforcements.

The Blood Dragons fired at the retreating EGs. They were not going to follow them in the jungle. They were smarter then that. The remaining Blood Dragons moved back to the airfields. That is when 2,500 Roach Busters arrived at each airfield. They had 100 M1026A1 HMMWVs each. The men manning the M2 .50 caliber machine gun on each HMMWV were Immortal Troopers. They added their fire power at the enemy soldiers in the jungle.

The EG's scattered, and tried to evade the attack. Ten were killed by a kamikaze, the others focused on pumping Stingers into the enemy.

The only enemy for EGs was the one in the city of Namibe. But they have to cross the minefield to get there. That is going to be fun to watch.

The EG's held out, roaring away with machine guns and grenades, as well as RPGs loaded with WP rockets. They refused to quit; no fancy-dancy name units would eliminate them.

Both units continue to fire at the EGs. The EGs will run out of ammo anytime soon. Then an attack from behind made the Shadow Foxes reteart back into the shadows of the jungle. Ten of them were killed before they disappeared in the shadows.

Meanwhile, Stuart and her men arrived just in time.....they attacked the Shadow Foxes, lobbing mortar shells at the Foxes and charging at them with machine guns and RPGs.

It took time for the Stuart and her men to get behind the Shadow Foxes. But they walked right through hidden Raptors, numbering over 2,000. They moved into range and opened fire at her unit.

Meanwhile, the 100 B-9 Vexore bombers moved over their target. The Real ALM airfield. Bombs started dropping from the sky. 7,000 MK79 1000lb Napalm bombs were been dropped. That is a total of 7,000,000 pound of Napalm being dropped. That would be enough to take out they target and anything near it.

Above the Atlantic Ocean

http://www.aerospaceweb.org/question/planes/fake/fa37-1.jpg
Mirage 2100 taking off (Mirage 2100 is a fictional and top-secret aircraft)

Get them
this short order was enough to let the pilots fire their Magic 2, AMRAAM and Sidewinder missiles at the F-14's

we're going to push them down
Roger that

The 22 aircraft dived to where the AA Frigate must be, hopefully the F-14's would follow them.

The EG's took heavy damage, but the sheer bloodlust pumping through them motivated them to keep fighting on, despite big losses. They did not wish to quit just yet.

Meanwhile, Lighthorse and EG teams all over retaliated, pouring Stingers, Avenger SAMs, 40mm AAA, 105mm howitzers, mortars, and pretty much everything they had at the incomign El Caudillans. The bastards had got htem good-now they would pay for their prize.

The enemy bombardment crippled the El Caudillan offensive, mauling, maiming, and killing hundreds of them as they blindly made their attack. The remaining El Caudillans retreated back into the tunnel, to formulate plans for a counterattack. On the surface, howitzers, artillery, and tanks continued blasting apart the enemy, as over 1,500 El Caudillan soldiers, fighting alongside the Transylvanians, gunned down RALM forces.

In the air, El Caudillan aircraft soared above the enemy and pummeled them with missiles and napalm.

Above the Atlantic Ocean

http://www.aerospaceweb.org/question/planes/fake/fa37-1.jpg
Mirage 2100 taking off (Mirage 2100 is a fictional and top-secret aircraft)

Get them
this short order was enough to let the pilots fire their Magic 2, AMRAAM and Sidewinder missiles at the F-14's

we're going to push them down
Roger that

The 22 aircraft dived to where the AA Frigate must be, hopefully the F-14's would follow them.

The F-14s shot missiles in retaliation, and the two sides' missiles both crashed into each other, generating explosions that harmed neither side. The F-14s, though outnumbered and at a serious disadvantage, fought the enemy head-on without reservations.

The enemy bombardment crippled the El Caudillan offensive, mauling, maiming, and killing hundreds of them as they blindly made their attack. The remaining El Caudillans retreated back into the tunnel, to formulate plans for a counterattack. On the surface, howitzers, artillery, and tanks continued blasting apart the enemy, as over 1,500 El Caudillan soldiers, fighting alongside the Transylvanians, gunned down RALM forces.

In the air, El Caudillan aircraft soared above the enemy and pummeled them with missiles and napalm.

Half of the Dominion soldiers turned to fire at the soldiers. These idiots were about to dead for attacking these airbases. That is when 2,500 Roach Busters arrived at each airfield, behind the UNITA soldiers. They had 100 M1026A1 HMMWVs each. The men manning the M2 .50 caliber machine gun on each HMMWV were Immortal Troopers. The Roach Busters added their fire power, too. They opened fire at UNITA soldiers.

The RALMers and their UNITA comrades pressed on, even as enemy air power and reinforcements came in. Both Lighthorses and EG's manned heavy artillery and mortars as well as RPGs, firing upon the Transylvanians and the El Caudillans who were still above the surface.

Meanwhile, the UNITA men, realizing that the enemy had arrived, began pouring grenades and SMAWs at the Roach Busters, strafting around and moving wildly all over the place to make themselves harder targets. Also, RALM/UNITA SAMs and AAA began unloading tons of fire at the incoming air support, and man-portable Stingers joined the fight.

As for those El Caudillans that went under, a few UNITA spotted their retreat. A few UNITA/RALM teams began forming up. Arming themselves with MAC-10s and M1911A1s, and bringing gas masks and NVGs and flashlights, they located a tunnel entrance that had been used by the fleeing El Caudillans. They began crawling in, guided by the UNITA men, who knew the way...

The RALMers and their UNITA comrades pressed on, even as enemy air power and reinforcements came in. Both Lighthorses and EG's manned heavy artillery and mortars as well as RPGs, firing upon the Transylvanians and the El Caudillans who were still above the surface.

Meanwhile, the UNITA men, realizing that the enemy had arrived, began pouring grenades and SMAWs at the Roach Busters, strafting around and moving wildly all over the place to make themselves harder targets. Also, RALM/UNITA SAMs and AAA began unloading tons of fire at the incoming air support, and man-portable Stingers joined the fight.

As for those El Caudillans that went under, a few UNITA spotted their retreat. A few UNITA/RALM teams began forming up. Arming themselves with MAC-10s and M1911A1s, and bringing gas masks and NVGs and flashlights, they located a tunnel entrance that had been used by the fleeing El Caudillans. They began crawling in, guided by the UNITA men, who knew the way...

Two aircraft, hit by artillery, spiraled out of control, and crashed into the ground, right in the center of a small batch of RALM forces. Another crashed into an EC tank, killing its crew as well as the aircraft's pilot. RALM weaponry blasted apart El Caudillan soldiers, whose bodies crumpled apart as they were blown to pieces. Meanwhile, the 10 or so remaining F-14s continued their air strike, as El Caudillan tanks, howitzers, and APCs moved forward to get a closer shot at their targets.

Two aircraft, hit by artillery, spiraled out of control, and crashed into the ground, right in the center of a small batch of RALM forces. Another crashed into an EC tank, killing its crew as well as the aircraft's pilot. RALM weaponry blasted apart El Caudillan soldiers, whose bodies crumpled apart as they were blown to pieces. Meanwhile, the 10 or so remaining F-14s continued their air strike, as El Caudillan tanks, howitzers, and APCs moved forward to get a closer shot at their targets.

OOC: THis next bit factors in the mass bomber force that The Transylvania is sending in....

IC:

The RALM forces pressed their attacks. Even in the face of danger, with massive Transylvanian bomber wings emerging over the field giving all they had, RALM SAMs, AAA and Stingers continued to fly into the air, targeting both El Caudillans and Transylvanians while begin continously moved about to frustrate the enemy.

RALM Lighthorses and EGs pushed forth, still keeping up their salvos of artillery and rocket fire upon the enemy. Some fanatical bands of EGs began banzai charges, charging at the enemy with guns blazing, swords swinging, and grenades and rockets flying.

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MEanwhile, the news in Dakar, capital of the CES Alliance, members roared over what to do in Angola. Their RSA allies were dying out there, and their own citizens were involved in the war that clearly was not in the shadows anymore.....

So the decision was made. A full force of 250,000 CES troops from all reaches of West and Central Africa would be mobilized to fight the enemy. A massive air armada, some 1,500 planes, would be deployed as well. And, a large naval force would move to prevent resupply from the sea.

Soon, troops from all over, and planes and ships began to assemble in a massive fleet. Their objective was the invasion of Naimbe Province, the area where the RSA/CES was being hit the most.

OOC: This next bit factors in the mass bomber force that The Transylvania is sending in...

OOC: My bombers are bombing the airfield, which you have been using. They are not near my airfields.

And you need to RP right. Meaning that your men will run out of ammo. The Lighthorses and EGs that are trapped between two groups of Raptor, they are getting gunned down. The UNITA soldiers that are attacking my airfields, they are between Roach Busters with Immortal Troopers in the M1026A1 HMMWVs and the Hellspawns guarding the airfields.

Plus, I bombed a lot the UNITA bases in the Southern Provinces. Not just one bases. So, really I don’t think they would help your men out.

And SAM site and AA guns take hours to set up, so they are not near the jungle of Namibe. I did say Namibe was a military stronghold.

Above The VLS Colmar

Sir, we've got our lock again!
Good, fire those missile before you lose them again
Yes Capt'n!

The Crotale Naval AA missiles left their Tubes, accelerating to their maximum speeds. before hunting down their locked targets.

meanwhile, the Airbattle raged on, And the Rafale M's fired their Magic 2 and MICA missiles, just at the same moment the Mirage 2100's released their AMRAAM and Sidewinder rockets.

ooc: What group are you approuching? If its the MPLA, I'm role playing them, if its not I guess I can still RP them briefly if you want.

Sorry for the late reply, i wasn't near a computer for a few days. And i am approaching the MPLA. Or a city's government building that is controlled by them at least.

OOC: THis next bit factors in the mass bomber force that The Transylvania is sending in....

IC:

The RALM forces pressed their attacks. Even in the face of danger, with massive Transylvanian bomber wings emerging over the field giving all they had, RALM SAMs, AAA and Stingers continued to fly into the air, targeting both El Caudillans and Transylvanians while begin continously moved about to frustrate the enemy.

RALM Lighthorses and EGs pushed forth, still keeping up their salvos of artillery and rocket fire upon the enemy. Some fanatical bands of EGs began banzai charges, charging at the enemy with guns blazing, swords swinging, and grenades and rockets flying.

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MEanwhile, the news in Dakar, capital of the CES Alliance, members roared over what to do in Angola. Their RSA allies were dying out there, and their own citizens were involved in the war that clearly was not in the shadows anymore.....

So the decision was made. A full force of 250,000 CES troops from all reaches of West and Central Africa would be mobilized to fight the enemy. A massive air armada, some 1,500 planes, would be deployed as well. And, a large naval force would move to prevent resupply from the sea.

Soon, troops from all over, and planes and ships began to assemble in a massive fleet. Their objective was the invasion of Naimbe Province, the area where the RSA/CES was being hit the most.

The planes dodged most of the fire, but a few were hit, and they came crashing to the ground, bursting into flames which spread across the battlefield, toward both sides. On the ground, the fanatical banzai enemy forces were easily mowed down by gunfire, as their fanaticism made them reckless and easy targets. Even so, El Caudillans suffered casualties, as many of them died in pools of their own blood.

{OOC: ND, if you do send 250,000 troops, that's the absolute limit. Please send no more than that. I don't want this to become a world war, or to go on forever. Thanks.}

Above The VLS Colmar

Sir, we've got our lock again!
Good, fire those missile before you lose them again
Yes Capt'n!

The Crotale Naval AA missiles left their Tubes, accelerating to their maximum speeds. before hunting down their locked targets.

meanwhile, the Airbattle raged on, And the Rafale M's fired their Magic 2 and MICA missiles, just at the same moment the Mirage 2100's released their AMRAAM and Sidewinder rockets.

Both sides shot endless streams of missiles at each other; more than 90% of the missiles hit each other, exploding and spraying thick smoke everywhere which distorted everything almost to the point of invisibility. The aircraft maneuvered carefully through the smoke, but one of them accidentally crashed into an enemy plane. Meanwhile, two planes exploded to pieces upon being hit by Van Luxemburgan missiles.

OOC: My bombers are bombing the airfield, which you have been using. They are not near my airfields.

And you need to RP right. Meaning that your men will run out of ammo. The Lighthorses and EGs that are trapped between two groups of Raptor, they are getting gunned down. The UNITA soldiers that are attacking my airfields, they are between Roach Busters with Immortal Troopers in the M1026A1 HMMWVs and the Hellspawns guarding the airfields.

Plus, I bombed a lot the UNITA bases in the Southern Provinces. Not just one bases. So, really I don’t think they would help your men out.

And SAM site and AA guns take hours to set up, so they are not near the jungle of Namibe. I did say Namibe was a military stronghold.

OOC: Calm down, will ya?

First off, I RPed earlier that I had been setting up SAMs and AAA in the jungles and shipping them into the area, so they're there. Second, UNITA (weakened as it is, I did factor that in) is not attacking your airfields, they are hitting the Transylvanians hitting my airfields. I may not have made that clear earlier. UNITA is weakened, but I would certainly bet that they would be able to do something.

Third of all, where did I say the cannons were near the jungle of Naimbe City? I was under the impression that the air assault was going all over Naimbe Province, so my anti-air was all over Naimbe Province as well. I factored in you were hitting my airfields, so, I reacted in the only way I could.

And fourth of all......fine, I do admit a lapse, not RPing falling ammo levels. But, I thought that was a given.

Frankly, I have plenty of RPing experience (as Upper Xen and the Real ALM), and I may ahve made some mistakes, here's the explanations.

The enemy planes were in range, now. The AA guns, a total of 25, started firing towards their area.

The planes soon began to enter into evasive manuevers, trying to evade the guns. Some began to fire missiles back at the guns, 2 missiles each per plane.

The Blood Dragons fired at the retreating EGs. They were not going to follow them in the jungle. They were smarter then that. The remaining Blood Dragons moved back to the airfields.

The only enemy for EGs was the one in the city of Namibe. But they have to cross the minefield to get there. That is going to be fun to watch.

The EG's paused for a moment, and radioed for back up. They were told that a massive wave of planes was coming, and that it would be prudent to hold on. The leader of this force sighed; he did inventory and found that his ammo supply, while good, was probably not going to last another attack. He decided to join up with the other units, who radioed that some "freaky kamikazes" tried to get them. Those guys, once they consolidated, would move towards the city again. But not until then. They began moving out, sneakign about and moving in a zigzag pattern....

Both units continue to fire at the EGs. The EGs will run out of ammo anytime soon. Then an attack from behind made the Shadow Foxes reteart back into the shadows of the jungle. Ten of them were killed before they disappeared in the shadows.

It took time for the Stuart and her men to get behind the Shadow Foxes. But they walked right through hidden Raptors, numbering over 2,000. They moved into range and opened fire at her unit.

Stuart and her men fired back, unloading their SMAWs and SAWs at the incoming enemies. They tried to keep moving; they had to bail out those darned EG's. The EGs by now were definetly running low on ammo, but they stuck to their guns, using their second to last supplies of ammo to unleash more fire at the Foxes. In reserve, everybody had knives and machetes, Stuart had a matte black katana.

Meanwhile, the 100 B-9 Vexore bombers moved over their target. The Real ALM airfield. Bombs started dropping from the sky. 7,000 MK79 1000lb Napalm bombs were been dropped. That is a total of 7,000,000 pound of Napalm being dropped. That would be enough to take out they target and anything near it.

The airfield began to resemble the lunar surface, and any KSC planes that were going to land decided not to. The defenses below decided to fire back.....good thing there were more airfields, as 50+ men were dead, and casualties were climbing.

OOC: Just to say this; I RPed making more airstrips, so this was't the only one....

OOC: Calm down, will ya?

OOC: No, all I see is a force that is not running out of ammo.

First off, I RPed earlier that I had been setting up SAMs and AAA in the jungles and shipping them into the area, so they're there.

You never let me say you could put them around the jungles of Namibe city, as you call it.

Second, UNITA (weakened as it is, I did factor that in) is not attacking your airfields, they are hitting the Transylvanians hitting my airfields. I may not have made that clear earlier. UNITA is weakened, but I would certainly bet that they would be able to do something.

Then if the UNITA are not attacking my airfields, then I have not see them. Because the only things attack your airfields are the bombers. So, I will edit that post to have them back up my airfields.

Third of all, where did I say the cannons were near the jungle of Naimbe City? I was under the impression that the air assault was going all over Naimbe Province, so my anti-air was all over Naimbe Province as well. I factored in you were hitting my airfields, so, I reacted in the only way I could.

Well, maybe I read it wrong or something. But your AA and other stuff like that can't hit stuff 60,000 feet in the air.

And fourth of all......fine, I do admit a lapse, not RPing falling ammo levels. But, I thought that was a given.

No, your men continue to fire when they are block off from their support.

Frankly, I have plenty of RPing experience (as Upper Xen and the Real ALM), and I may have made some mistakes, here's the explanations.

I know who you are! :p

The planes soon began to enter into evasive maneuvers, trying to evade the guns. Some began to fire missiles back at the guns, 2 missiles each per plane.

The 25 AA guns continue to fire as SAM sites all over the city and near the city began to fire. A total of 50 of them have been set up in last ten hours. Six missiles from each one flew into the air. Some of the missiles were targeting the enemy missiles and the other are targeting the enemy planes. That is a total of 300 missiles.

The 30 F/A-18SJ Ultra Hornets moved into position and fired at the enemy planes. Two missiles from each plane.

The EG's paused for a moment, and radioed for back up. They were told that a massive wave of planes was coming, and that it would be prudent to hold on. The leader of this force sighed; he did inventory and found that his ammo supply, while good, was probably not going to last another attack. He decided to join up with the other units, who radioed that some "freaky kamikazes" tried to get them. Those guys, once they consolidated, would move towards the city again. But not until then. They began moving out, sneaking about and moving in a zigzag pattern...

The enemy soldiers could only follow the road leading to the front of Namibe city because the Dominion airfields block the roads on both sides, that when into the city. So, they had to cross through the minefields. Meaning they would be screwed in a couple of second.

Right in front of the city, a line of 250 XM777 Lightweight 155mm howitzers had been set up. “Fire!” orders one of the Roman Knight’s commanders. The howitzers started sending shells into the air. The enemy soldier would not know what happened. The crews would take one minute to load the next shell. Plus, they had a lot of shells to fire.

Stuart and her men fired back, unloading their SMAWs and SAWs at the incoming enemies. They tried to keep moving; they had to bail out those darned EG's. The EGs by now were definitely running low on ammo, but they stuck to their guns, using their second to last supplies of ammo to unleash more fire at the Foxes. In reserve, everybody had knives and machetes, Stuart had a matte black katana.

The Shadow Foxes were undamaged because they had already disappeared back into the shadows. Both teams of Raptor were taking losses but continue firing. The EGs or Lighthorses were not going to get supplies because they were trapped. So they were going to run out of ammo. Right as they did, both units of Raptor stop fire but keep their guns point at the enemy.

One of the Raptor commander’s turned his radio to mic-phone section. “Surrender or die.” he said to the enemy in middle.

The airfield began to resemble the lunar surface, and any KSC planes that were going to land decided not to. The defenses below decided to fire back.....good thing there were more airfields, as 50+ men were dead, and casualties were climbing.

The 100 B-9 Vexore bombers were somewhat undamaged because of the height they were at. Twenty of them were hit but could still fly back home. They turned to head home….

Meanwhile, the navy back up had arrived. DN Dragon's Plague and DN Hellish Trident, both Omega Class trimaran heavy battleships, were part of this naval unit. The other Swiftsure-class carriers were part of this naval unit with 10 Steadfast-class SSBN/SSGNs, the other 18 Tiger-class railgun-armed gunboats, and more Ivan Rogov class large landing ships.

The 30 F/A-18SJ Ultra Hornets on each carrier entered the sky, to back up their buddies.

The Ivan Rogovs numbered in ten and were heading to the docks. The cargo was men of the 1st Blood Wolves, the 11th Death’s Knights, and the 24th Desert Rats. Each unit had over 15,000 men.

Each Blood Wolf had one AR-22 heavy assault rifle, one PHX Hi-Power 10mm pistol, and a set of Transylvanian body armor in brick red and black.

Each Death’s Knight had one CAR-24A1 combat assault rifle, one Super-Nova shotgun, one PHX Hi-Power 10mm pistol, and a set of Transylvanian body armor in black and obscure gray.

Each Desert Rat had one MP-2 Eviscerator SMG, one PHX Hi-Power 10mm pistol, and a set of Transylvanian body armor in light yellow-orange.

More C-141B Starlifters were entering the shy of the Dominion as C-141B Starlifter landed at the airfields. More Roach Busters were getting off the cargo planes, a total of 5,000 men.

Above the Verdun AA frigate VLS Colmar

Now I'm done with it! get behind them, we're going to blow them out of the air with our 30mm's!
Roge... AAAAAAH! the scream was deafening. seconds later an enormous explosion could be heard. one of the Rafale M's crashed in an approaching F-14. The other Pilots went mad of this, fighting even harder than before. they lined up after the F-14's, firing a steady stream of 30mm bullets. meanwhile, the 2 Mirage 2100 aircraft engaged their AA lasers, to burn-out any incoming missiles.

(OOC: an AA laser burns out the electronic system of the missile or ignites the payload of it. this is also being used by the USA in RL on some aircraft, these Mirage 2100's are 99.9% stealthy, because of normal stealth skin, and a computer wich neutralises the Radar beams, and is equipped with an "Chameleon" skin, which imitates the color of the landscape the aircraft is flying in. this is used on some USA F-22's. this is why the Mirage 2100 is top-secret. The Van Luxemburg Airforce has about 200 of them.)

OOC: I have no clue who, if anyone is, playing the FNLA so I'll be RPing some of their actions as I find their HQ.

IC:

Angola
A Black Hawk heliocopter flew low over the treetops, finally stopping to hover over a clearing. It descended slowly, the pilot trying not to clip any branches with the rotors. As it finally settled to earth a group of figures broke from the tree-line and ran towards the heliocopter as two camoflauge clad figures hit the ground.

"You with the FNLA?" one of the Jensai special forces yelled to the small group of men wielding AKs. He got a silent nod in return.

"We need to find your HQ so we can start shipping in the arms and supplies."

"Right. Follow me!"

Before heading off into the trees the SPecial FOrces member turned to the chopper pilot, "let Captain Willet know we've found their headquarters!"

{OOC: Guys, do you mind if we temporarily suspend this RP? RALM/ND is going out of town soon, and I don't want too much to happen while he's gone.}

(OOC: Okay to me, ut I'm away in two weeks (one week counted from friday), and I will not be seeing the internet for about 3 weeks. altough, I was in an RP that they had suspended before, it died when we suspended it, but that could be exemplary.)

OOC:
Well i have this thread tagged, so when you bump it i will see it.

{OOC: Guys, do you mind if we temporarily suspend this RP? RALM/ND is going out of town soon, and I don't want too much to happen while he's gone.}

OOC: It will not be good to suspend because it will die off when people forget out it. The only ones that will have to pause are you and I in Namibe. So, the others can do their own thing.

The 25 AA guns continue to fire as SAM sites all over the city and near the city began to fire. A total of 50 of them have been set up in last ten hours. Six missiles from each one flew into the air. Some of the missiles were targeting the enemy missiles and the other are targeting the enemy planes. That is a total of 300 missiles.

The 30 F/A-18SJ Ultra Hornets moved into position and fired at the enemy planes. Two missiles from each plane.

The CES aircraft were heading for a world of hurt. Most of their missiles were downed, and only by the seat of their pants, did they begin evasive manuevers and fire out some of their chaff, to try and extend their lifespans. However, 50 planes still fell due to this initial assault.

The enemy soldiers could only follow the road leading to the front of Namibe city because the Dominion airfields block the roads on both sides, that when into the city. So, they had to cross through the minefields. Meaning they would be screwed in a couple of second.

Right in front of the city, a line of 250 XM777 Lightweight 155mm howitzers had been set up. “Fire!” orders one of the Roman Knight’s commanders. The howitzers started sending shells into the air. The enemy soldier would not know what happened. The crews would take one minute to load the next shell. Plus, they had a lot of shells to fire.

The shells fell on the EG's, who were already slowed up by the minefields, which had claimed 40 men so far. They had to stop and try to use the RPGs and explosives they were gonna use on the enemy to try and clear out the field-not much, since they had used up a good amount so far. They wasted a good amount blindy firing their rockets-and then the incoming enemy artillery just made things worse. The EG's scattered like fool chickens with their heads cut off, getting wasted en masse by the shells and the minefields.

Of this, only about 5, 10 men survived from each force.

The Shadow Foxes were undamaged because they had already disappeared back into the shadows. Both teams of Raptor were taking losses but continue firing. The EGs or Lighthorses were not going to get supplies because they were trapped. So they were going to run out of ammo. Right as they did, both units of Raptor stop fire but keep their guns point at the enemy.

One of the Raptor commander’s turned his radio to mic-phone section. “Surrender or die.” he said to the enemy in middle.

OOC: A little note-I actually want Stuart to live, and so does El Caudillo, so don't kill her!

IC:

The Lighthorses and the EG's were indeed surrounded. A view that was not entirely enticing......

Linda Stuart, glancing at the enemies all over, knew the situation was downright ugly. She did a survey of the men-they were out, down to their last clips. It looked pretty bad.

She gazed at her katana. Its dull blade beckoned for a last stand. But, she knew that this would mean suicide.

Stuart screamed, "Don't shoot, dammit! We surrender!"

Her men laid down their guns. The EGs were not so eager to go-they began to commit seppuku, one by one.
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Admiral Jonas Chimbe awaited this day. Assembled in Lagos, the CES Expeditionary Force would begin their push to save their brothers. It was an expensive fleet, and it would take a beating. But, it would be worth it.

The Expeditionary Force looked something like this:

Inflexible Battle Group:

Status: En Route to Angola

6 Kitty Hawks
8 Oliver Hazard Perry Frigates
5 Arliegh Burkes
8 Virginia SSNs
5 Arsenal Ships
2 Sub Tenders
4 Sacramento Supply Ships
4 Arsenal Ships

Ben Franklin Battle Group:

Status: En Route to Angola

10 Kitty Hawks
8 Oliver Hazard Perry Frigates
7 Arliegh Burkes
10 Virginia SSNs
4 Ohio SSBNs
5 Arsenal Ships
2 Sub Tenders
4 Sacramento Supply Ships
4 Arsenal Ships

10th, 11th CES Marine Rapid Reaction Groups

25,000 men and supplies
12 Wasp Amph. Asst.
24 Sealift Ships
12 Combat Stores Ships

1st CES Combined Army

120,000 men/supplies
60 Wasp Amph. Asst.
100 Sealift Ships
60 Combat Stores

Wasps have:

16 F-35's
10 Harriers
20 Sea Knights
16 Sea Kings
Sea Sparrows
Phalanx AMS

Kitty Hawks have:

20 F-35's
10 F/A-18 Hornets
6 Sea Kings
36 TSA-12B's
Sea Sparrows
Phalanx AMS

They soon departed at full speed, to bail out the forces in the area.....

OOC: Considering the circumstances....I admit I made errors, and I promise to not make errors again. That AAA near Naimbe City, assume it does not exist (as it probably rightly should)

And as for this post, if there are problems with the fleet, I can fix them.

Secret IC:
The men decided that they were waiting too long. With no reply from the locals they decided to move on down the road and to try and make it to the boarder as soon as possible. The rest of the forces bypassed the town on the outskirts and linked up with the scout team. A group of marines stopped to set up observation points (small hidden cameras) around and inside the small town for command to watch over the place.

The CES aircraft were heading for a world of hurt. Most of their missiles were downed, and only by the seat of their pants, did they begin evasive maneuvers and fire out some of their chaff, to try and extend their lifespan. However, 50 planes still fell due to this initial assault.

The AA guns stopped firing. With half of the enemy planes down, the 90 F/A-18SJ Ultra Hornets from the newly arrived carriers flew in and engaged the enemy planes. Firing with cannon fire then added in a missile after they got an lock.

The first 30 F/A-18SJ Ultra Hornets turned back to their carrier.

The shells fell on the EG's, who were already slowed up by the minefields, which had claimed 40 men so far. They had to stop and try to use the RPGs and explosives they were gonna use on the enemy to try and clear out the field-not much, since they had used up a good amount so far. They wasted a good amount blindy firing their rockets-and then the incoming enemy artillery just made things worse. The EG's scattered like fool chickens with their heads cut off, getting wasted en masse by the shells and the minefields.

Of this, only about 5, 10 men survived from each force.

The howitzers continue firing as the commanders watch the enemy force run around like chickens with their head cut off.

Behind them, all 15,000 Blood Wolves were set up to attack when they got the order.

The Lighthorses and the EG's were indeed surrounded. A view that was not entirely enticing......

Linda Stuart, glancing at the enemies all over, knew the situation was downright ugly. She did a survey of the men-they were out, down to their last clips. It looked pretty bad.

She gazed at her katana. Its dull blade beckoned for a last stand. But, she knew that this would mean suicide.

Stuart screamed, "Don't shoot, dammit! We surrender!"

Her men laid down their guns. The EGs were not so eager to go-they began to commit seppuku, one by one.

OOC: A little note-I actually want Stuart to live, and so does El Caudillo, so don't kill her!


The Raptors watched as the EGs kill their selves. They did not care about them. “Base, we need transports. We got some POWs.” said a Raptor captain in his radio. As four Raptors each started handcuffing the POWs.

In less than two minutes, a group of 20 M1097A1 HMMWVs drove up to the Raptors. The POWs were loaded into the back and took back to the base.

OOC: Okay, I would kill her but maybe use her from something else.

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Because of what the Dominion was doing in the Angola, they were watching the waters of Africa. When the satellite techs saw the massive navy fleet heading towards Angola, calls went to the God-Emperor, the Grand Marshall, the Sea Marshall, and the Air Marshall. So, the order was sent out to get all Dominion bombers fueled and load with any type of bomb they could have.

A half an hour later, the first sets of bombers enter the sky. 100 B-9 Vexore bombers each load with 70 MK79 1000lb Napalm. The next bombers to enter the sky were the 160 B-69 Skymaster stealth bombers each load with 140 MK82 general-purpose bombs. 100 more B-9 Vexore bombers would enter the sky, loaded with the same thing as the other bombers. Now, the last set of Dominion bombers would be the special ones. The 100 B-9 Vexore bombers are loaded with 14 GBU 28 "Bunker Buster" each. They would catch the enemy fleet right, as they get closer to the Dominion navy. But just out the range, that the Dominion navy is not hit by the bombs.

The AA guns stopped firing. With half of the enemy planes down, the 90 F/A-18SJ Ultra Hornets from the newly arrived carriers flew in and engaged the enemy planes. Firing with cannon fire then added in a missile after they got an lock.

The first 30 F/A-18SJ Ultra Hornets turned back to their carrier.

The CES jets decided to react to this new threat. They still had some flares and chaff left, so they used these and went into evasive manuevers, losing 30 in the process. They struck back with missiles (locked first) and cannon shot.

The howitzers continue firing as the commanders watch the enemy force run around like chickens with their head cut off.

Behind them, all 15,000 Blood Wolves were set up to attack when they got the order.

The EG's finally got their heads together, and decided to act. Pulling out knives and loading their guns once more, with what they had, they decided to try and dissapear. They began moving wildly, zigzagging and trying to move as fast as possible in the cleanest manner, which was hard as they had lost plenty of men and had wounded to spare.


The Raptors watched as the EGs kill their selves. They did not care about them. “Base, we need transports. We got some POWs.” said a Raptor captain in his radio. As four Raptors each started handcuffing the POWs.

In less than two minutes, a group of 20 M1097A1 HMMWVs drove up to the Raptors. The POWs were loaded into the back and took back to the base.

OOC: Okay, I would kill her but maybe use her from something else.

Stuart and her men stared out into the jungles, gazing into the bush. Stuart quipped, "Well, at least we'll get the scenic route, no?"

Her men then smiled; their fearless leader was just that, fearless. Even in defeat.

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Because of what the Dominion was doing in the Angola, they were watching the waters of Africa. When the satellite techs saw the massive navy fleet heading towards Angola, calls went to the God-Emperor, the Grand Marshall, the Sea Marshall, and the Air Marshall. So, the order was sent out to get all Dominion bombers fueled and load with any type of bomb they could have.

A half an hour later, the first sets of bombers enter the sky. 100 B-9 Vexore bombers each load with 70 MK79 1000lb Napalm. The next bombers to enter the sky were the 160 B-69 Skymaster stealth bombers each load with 140 MK82 general-purpose bombs. 100 more B-9 Vexore bombers would enter the sky, loaded with the same thing as the other bombers. Now, the last set of Dominion bombers would be the special ones. The 100 B-9 Vexore bombers are loaded with 14 GBU 28 "Bunker Buster" each. They would catch the enemy fleet right, as they get closer to the Dominion navy. But just out the range, that the Dominion navy is not hit by the bombs.

The CES navy, meanwhile, began prepping for combat. They began deploying fighter pickets, and arranging themselves in formation to try and provide maximum coverage for each element. SAMs and AAA were on standby, to try and cover the fleet....they had heard word of those damned bombers the Transylvanians used, they knew what those bastards could do if they weren't careful. They decided to move and stay deep in the waters near Angola, they would only get close to deploy troops and strike. Reinforcements were on standby; who knew what would happen?

The CES jets decided to react to this new threat. They still had some flares and chaff left, so they used these and went into evasive maneuvers, losing 30 in the process. They struck back with missiles (locked first) and cannon shot.

OOC: You had 20 F-16s, 35 F-22s, and 44 FB-111s in the dogfight above Naimbe City. Took down 50 of them will out losses my planes. So, that only 49 planes left. Then you just losses 30 more planes. Leaving only 19 planes left. They are not going to quit. Are they?

IC: The 90 F/A-18SJ Ultra Hornets dropped flares to stop the enemy planes. They went into evasive maneuvers to try and dodge the cannon fire, five got hit but only one went down. “Light those SOBs up.” ordered the lead pilot. The remaining planes launched one missile each.

The EG's finally got their heads together, and decided to act. Pulling out knives and loading their guns once more, with what they had, they decided to try and disappear. They began moving wildly, zigzagging and trying to move as fast as possible in the cleanest manner, which was hard as they had lost plenty of men and had wounded to spare.

“Continue firing!” order a howitzer commander. The Blood Wolves moved in to attack positioned. The Blood Wolves are the best of all of the Dominion soldiers, so the remaining EG's would have a hard time winning.

Stuart and her men stared out into the jungles, gazing into the bush. Stuart quipped, "Well, at least we'll get the scenic route, no?"

Her men then smiled; their fearless leader was just that, fearless. Even in defeat.

IC: Sergeant Major Wolfgang Amery hit Stuart will the butt of his rifle, he said “Shut up!”. The other Lighthoreses had pistol pushed to their heads. After a five-minute drive, the 20 M1097A1 HMMWVs stopped in front of a warehouse near the docks. Stuart and her men were dragged into the building; the men dragging Stuart turn to the right as others turned to the left. Her men would be locked into 2 feet by 3 feet metal boxes with holes for air.

Stuart was thrown in a chair and had rope warped around here to make sure she stay down. Lieutenant Colonel Ronald Dawson walked into the room, “Hello.” he said “Name and rank, soldier.”

OOC: If you don’t mind, I’m going to use Stuart as way to get you out of this war.

The CES navy, meanwhile, began prepping for combat. They began deploying fighter pickets, and arranging themselves in formation to try and provide maximum coverage for each element. SAMs and AAA were on standby, to try and cover the fleet....they had heard word of those damned bombers the Transylvanians used, they knew what those bastards could do if they weren't careful. They decided to move and stay deep in the waters near Angola, they would only get close to deploy troops and strike. Reinforcements were on standby; who knew what would happen?

The first 100 B-9 Vexore bombers were thirty minutes away from the enemy fleets. At 60,000 feet, the SAMs and AAA would have a hard time hitting them. The only thing the radar would see is a big cloud like form. The CES navy is still out of range of the Dominion Navy and the docks.

The 160 B-69 Skymaster stealth bombers would come in fifteen minutes later, to pick out remaining ships. Over kill is what some body would say but the Count did not give a damn about it.

The 100 B-9 Vexore bombers would come be over the CES navy ten minutes later. They would take out the remaining ships. If the CES navy were not there, they would head over land and bomb airbases that had a lot movement lately. Same with the 100 B-9 Vexore bombers loaded with Bunker Busters.

OOC: You had 20 F-16s, 35 F-22s, and 44 FB-111s in the dogfight above Naimbe City. Took down 50 of them will out losses my planes. So, that only 49 planes left. Then you just losses 30 more planes. Leaving only 19 planes left. They are not going to quit. Are they?

IC: The 90 F/A-18SJ Ultra Hornets dropped flares to stop the enemy planes. They went into evasive maneuvers to try and dodge the cannon fire, five got hit but only one went down. “Light those SOBs up.” ordered the lead pilot. The remaining planes launched one missile each.

OOC: Meh. I figure, "Why not go down with a bang?"

IC:

The rest of the planes were hit, five ejected, the rest went down in flames. Those that did eject prepped cyanide pills....



“Continue firing!” order a howitzer commander. The Blood Wolves moved in to attack positioned. The Blood Wolves are the best of all of the Dominion soldiers, so the remaining EG's would have a hard time winning.[QUOTE]

The EG's stopped. Noticing the Wolves, they opted to die with honor. They had their tools; they decided to go with a banzai charge.

They ran out, screaming, guns blazing and throwing what few grenades they had towards the enemy lines. They figured, if they were gonna die, why not go out with honor?


[QUOTE]IC: Sergeant Major Wolfgang Amery hit Stuart will the butt of his rifle, he said “Shut up!”. The other Lighthoreses had pistol pushed to their heads. After a five-minute drive, the 20 M1097A1 HMMWVs stopped in front of a warehouse near the docks. Stuart and her men were dragged into the building; the men dragging Stuart turn to the right as others turned to the left. Her men would be locked into 2 feet by 3 feet metal boxes with holes for air.

Stuart was thrown in a chair and had rope warped around here to make sure she stay down. Lieutenant Colonel Ronald Dawson walked into the room, “Hello.” he said “Name and rank, soldier.”

OOC: If you don’t mind, I’m going to use Stuart as way to get you out of this war.

OOC: Cool. Just as well, you've been riding me hard throughout this scenario; ah well, that's what dirty terrorists get.

IC: Stuart smiled, saying "Colonel Linda Stuart, Reunited States Army Special Forces. That's all I'll say, sugar."

The first 100 B-9 Vexore bombers were thirty minutes away from the enemy fleets. At 60,000 feet, the SAMs and AAA would have a hard time hitting them. The only thing the radar would see is a big cloud like form. The CES navy is still out of range of the Dominion Navy and the docks.

The 160 B-69 Skymaster stealth bombers would come in fifteen minutes later, to pick out remaining ships. Over kill is what some body would say but the Count did not give a damn about it.

The 100 B-9 Vexore bombers would come be over the CES navy ten minutes later. They would take out the remaining ships. If the CES navy were not there, they would head over land and bomb airbases that had a lot movement lately. Same with the 100 B-9 Vexore bombers loaded with Bunker Busters.

The Admiral kept his ships moving, just out of range, zigzagging, using Anti-air to cover each other..........he was gonna taunt them, make them work for their kills. Those fighter escorts kept going around as well, scannign the skies for enemy planes, which were sure to be many, especially after the CES trumpeted their invasion plans- what dummy did that?

Still, he had a feeling of dread.....something was up. He ordered the planes to move to higher altitudes, this was done......

OOC: Meh. I figure, "Why not go down with a bang?"

The rest of the planes were hit, five ejected, the rest went down in flames. Those that did eject prepped cyanide pills....

The remaining 89 fighters saw that the enemy was not more. “Head back to the boats.” ordered the lead pilot. “Good jobs.” The fighters turned and head back to the carriers.

The EG's stopped. Noticing the Wolves, they opted to die with honor. They had their tools; they decided to go with a banzai charge.

They ran out, screaming, guns blazing and throwing what few grenades they had towards the enemy lines. They figured, if they were gonna die, why not go out with honor?

A couple of grenades make it to line of howitzer, their crew was killed. The Blood Wolves fired at the enemy who were charging them not retearting.

OOC: Cool. Just as well, you've been riding me hard throughout this scenario; ah well, that's what dirty terrorists get.

IC: Stuart smiled, saying "Colonel Linda Stuart, Reunited States Army Special Forces. That's all I'll say, sugar."

“Well, Colonel Linda Stuart, you will be my ace on this battle.” said the Lieutenant Colonel, who turned his back to her. “Major, send out a message to the remaining enemy forces. Tell them to get the Hell out of this nation or Colonel Linda Stuart will be killed.”

“Yes, sir.” said the major, who had to the radio. Minutes later, he was playing the message.

The Admiral kept his ships moving, just out of range, zigzagging, using Anti-air to cover each other..........he was going to taunt them, make them work for their kills. Those fighter escorts kept going around as well, scanning the skies for enemy planes, which were sure to be many, especially after the CES trumpeted their invasion plans- what dummy did that?

Still, he had a feeling of dread.....something was up. He ordered the planes to move to higher altitudes, this was done...

At 60,000 feet, the enemy pilots would be feeling weird, if they havwe not done high altitude trianing. The bombers crew had suits that would help them at 60,000 feet. But the bombers would not be in range for other fifteen minutes.

Admiral Nathanael Wentworth watched the enemy naval ship on his bridge of the DN Dragon's Plague, an Omega Class trimaran heavy battleship. “Looked at them, they are daring us to attack.” said the Admiral. “What is the range of those ships?” he asked

“Out of our range, sir.” said his Second in command, Captain Patrick Henry Newman.

“If they get into range, blow them to Hell.” order the Admiral.

“Yes, sir.” said Captain Patrick.

A couple of grenades make it to line of howitzer, their crew was killed. The Blod Wolves fired at the enemy who were charging them not retearting.

Five men fell, the rest kept their crusade up. Those who ran out of ammo, ran even faster, relying on their knives and bayonets instead.


“Well, Colonel Linda Stuart, you will be my ace on this battle.” said the Lieutenant Colonel, who turned his back to her. “Major, send out a message to the remaining enemy forces. Tell them to get the Hell out of this nation or Colonel Linda Stuart will be killed.”

“Yes, sir.” said the major, who had to the radio. Minutes later, he was playing the message.

Stuart, at the sound of this, turned black with rage. "You pigs. Who's the terrorist now?"

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Meanwhile, in Philadelphia-

"Mr. President, we have a message from the Transylvanians. They're threatening to execute Col. Stuart if we don't withdraw."

Jake Featherston's reaction was shock.

"This is really embarassing. Really embarassing."

A message was then sent to the Transylvanians:

The Reunited States will pull out their forces. However, we cannot say the same for our allies in the Combine of Enlightened States, seeing as how they function independently of our forces.

At 60,000 feet, the enemy pilots would be feeling weird, if they havwe not done high altitude trianing. The bombers crew had suits that would help them at 60,000 feet. But the bombers would not be in range for other fifteen minutes.

Admiral Nathanael Wentworth watched the enemy naval ship on his bridge of the DN Dragon's Plague, an Omega Class trimaran heavy battleship. “Looked at them, they are daring us to attack.” said the Admiral. “What is the range of those ships?” he asked

“Out of our range, sir.” said his Second in command, Captain Patrick Henry Newman.

“If they get into range, blow them to Hell.” order the Admiral.
“Yes, sir.” said Captain Patrick.

The Admiral kept his forces out of their range. He bided his time.....and the aircraft, yes they did feel a bit woozy, and worked their planes to the limit, and they were trained in high altitude flying, so they could stand it. They had plenty of fuel and missiles left. Hopefully, they would fare better than their allies.....

Five men fell, the rest kept their crusade up. Those who ran out of ammo, ran even faster, relying on their knives and bayonets instead.

The Blood Wolves continue firing, the EG’s would have to run about 100 yards to get to them. Most or all of them would be gunned down.

Stuart, at the sound of this, turned black with rage. "You pigs. Who's the terrorist now?"

“You are the terrorist, Colonel Stuart.” said the Lieutenant Colonel. “If you want to join a real military, there will be a opening for you in the Dominion Army.”

“Sir!” said the Major, who ran into the room “Got a message from President Featherston.”

“Yes” said the Lieutenant Colonel.

“They said only the Reunited States are pulling out.” said the Major “Meaning we have to sink the navy out there.”

“Well, we can do that.” said the Lieutenant Colonel. “Major, take Colonel Stuart and her men to the airfield. They will not get their weapons back.”

“Understand, sir.” said the Major. Colonel Stuart was untied and was walked out to the front of the building, her men were already loaded into back of M1097A1 HMMWVs. The same ones they were just in. She was loaded into the back of one of them. The vehicles left and head towards the airfield at the right of the city.

The Admiral kept his forces out of their range. He bided his time.....and the aircraft, yes they did feel a bit woozy, and worked their planes to the limit, and they were trained in high altitude flying, so they could stand it. They had plenty of fuel and missiles left. Hopefully, they would fare better than their allies.....

The Bombers are five minutes away. The enemy could make see them but something was heading at them; the F/A-18SJ Ultra Hornets. After the F/A-18SJ Ultra Hornets have rearmed and refueled, there was only 119 of them left. All Dominion pilots have to do six months of high altitude flying. They cruised into at 59,000 feet; they are three minutes away from the enemy planes.

The Blood Wolves continue firing, the EG’s would have to run about 100 yards to get to them. Most or all of them would be gunned down.

Half of the remaining EG's were killed, now, the rest simply continued running, using the last of their explosives and ammo as they closed the gap.....

“You are the terrorist, Colonel Stuart.” said the Lieutenant Colonel. “If you want to join a real military, there will be a opening for you in the Dominion Army.”

“Sir!” said the Major, who ran into the room “Got a message from President Featherston.”

“Yes” said the Lieutenant Colonel.

“They said only the Reunited States are pulling out.” said the Major “Meaning we have to sink the navy out there.”

“Well, we can do that.” said the Lieutenant Colonel. “Major, take Colonel Stuart and her men to the airfield. They will not get their weapons back.”

“Understand, sir.” said the Major. Colonel Stuart was untied and was walked out to the front of the building, her men were already loaded into back of M1097A1 HMMWVs. The same ones they were just in. She was loaded into the back of one of them. The vehicles left and head towards the airfield at the right of the city.

Stuart laughed as she was loaded onto her HMMWV, saying "Yeah, yeah big man. I'm no traitor. Frankly, I haven't laughed that hard since I was a little girl, thanks."

Her men joined her, and gave a chuckle as well.

The Bombers are five minutes away. The enemy could make see them but something was heading at them; the F/A-18SJ Ultra Hornets. After the F/A-18SJ Ultra Hornets have rearmed and refueled, there was only 119 of them left. All Dominion pilots have to do six months of high altitude flying. They cruised into at 59,000 feet; they are three minutes away from the enemy planes.

The CES aircraft decided to react ASAP, seeing a lot of blips on their radars. Half of the 160 F-35's and 80 Hornets in the air moved to engage the enemy Ultra Hornets, moving in quickly to try and close the gap and prepping Sidewinders and cannons. As for the other half, they moved to try and get those Vexores.....

Half of the remaining EG's were killed, now, the rest simply continued running, using the last of their explosives and ammo as they closed the gap…

25 Blood Wolves were hit and took down, half killed by the explosives and the other half wounded by the bullets. “Kill them all.” yelled a Blood Wolf Major over the radio. After reloading, the group continued to fire...

Stuart laughed as she was loaded onto her HMMWV, saying "Yeah, yeah big man. I'm no traitor. Frankly, I haven't laughed that hard since I was a little girl, thanks."

Her men joined her, and gave a chuckle as well.

“Yeah, being a terrorist is better then being a traitor, you stupid bitch.” said one of the Raptor soldiers in the back of the HMMWV that she was in. It was the one with a gun by her head.

The CES aircraft decided to react ASAP, seeing a lot of blips on their radars. Half of the 160 F-35's and 80 Hornets in the air moved to engage the enemy Ultra Hornets, moving in quickly to try and close the gap and prepping Sidewinders and cannons. As for the other half, they moved to try and get those Vexores...

The Ultra Hornets divide as they saw the enemy planes come at them, 59 of them went to right and the other 59 went to left. Dropping flares to catch the enemy missiles off guard. A lone pilot was in the middle of the Ultra Hornets, he enter a barrel roll to miss one of the missile. It was less then inches away from hitting his plane. It turned to chase him. “Engage.” he ordered over the radio. Each Ultra Hornet fired six missiles and then returned with cannon fire...

The enemy planes heading towards the bombers had falling into trap. A unit of 100 F-27 Haste Stealth Fighters that came from the airfields by the city, has just joined the dog fight. They engage the enemy planes before they near the bombers. They would become their blockers. They fired with their 20mm M61 Vulcan Gun first then would add a missile or two in the mix later...

The bombers were over of the enemy ships at the rear, “All bombers drop in ten.” order the lead bomber pilot. By the count of one, they would be over a quarter of the enemy navy.

“Ten.” he said on the radio. “Nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two.” The bomber crews were ready by the count of four.

“ONE!” he yelled. The bombs start falling down to Earth, a total of 7,000 MK79 1000lb Napalm Bombs were being dropped on the naval ship below. That is a total of 7,000,000 pound of Napalm being dropped...

The next wave of bombers, the 160 B-69 Skymaster stealth bombers, were fifteen minutes away. They would pick out the rest of the CES navy.

25 Blood Wolves were hit and took down, half killed by the explosives and the other half wounded by the bullets. “Kill them all.” yelled a Blood Wolf Major over the radio. After reloading, the group continued to fire...

The EG's dropped their guns, they were useless now.....they rushed forth, screaming bloody murder and refusing to give, despite their falling ranks.


“Yeah, being a terrorist is better then being a traitor, you stupid bitch.” said one of the Raptor soldiers in the back of the HMMWV that she was in. It was the one with a gun by her head.

Linda grew cold, "Wow....tough crowd."

She then sat down and shut up.

The Ultra Hornets divide as they saw the enemy planes come at them, 59 of them went to right and the other 59 went to left. Dropping flares to catch the enemy missiles off guard. A lone pilot was in the middle of the Ultra Hornets, he enter a barrel roll to miss one of the missile. It was less then inches away from hitting his plane. It turned to chase him. “Engage.” he ordered over the radio. Each Ultra Hornet fired six missiles and then returned with cannon fire...

The enemy planes heading towards the bombers had falling into trap. A unit of 100 F-27 Haste Stealth Fighters that came from the airfields by the city, has just joined the dog fight. They engage the enemy planes before they near the bombers. They would become their blockers. They fired with their 20mm M61 Vulcan Gun first then would add a missile or two in the mix later...

The bombers were over of the enemy ships at the rear, “All bombers drop in ten.” order the lead bomber pilot. By the count of one, they would be over a quarter of the enemy navy.

“Ten.” he said on the radio. “Nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two.” The bomber crews were ready by the count of four.

“ONE!” he yelled. The bombs start falling down to Earth, a total of 7,000 MK79 1000lb Napalm Bombs were being dropped on the naval ship below. That is a total of 7,000,000 pound of Napalm being dropped...

The next wave of bombers, the 160 B-69 Skymaster stealth bombers, were fifteen minutes away. They would pick out the rest of the CES navy.

The pilots chasing the Ultra Hornets threw out flares to distract the wave of enemy missiles, and went into a wild zigzag pattern to avoid the enemy fire, though one was nearly hit by a spray of fire. They returned fire with their own cannon fire and fired their own missiles back, locking onto the enemy beforehand. They moved in closer as they did this, they wanted to make them very uncomfortable....

The head of the CES team engaging the bombers went, "Holy s**t!" and "All units, ignore the new guys. They're merely a distraction. Focus on the objective!"

The planes weaved in and out, dodging enemy fire and preparing flares for the inevitable missile attack. They moved into a diamond formation, trying to block the enemy attack and focus on the objective at the same time, firing bursts of cannon fire back at their foes......

OOC: Wait....how many ships did you hit? The way it was worded makes it unclear.

The EG's dropped their guns, they were useless now.....they rushed forth, screaming bloody murder and refusing to give, despite their falling ranks.

The Blood Wolves charged into the EG’s ranks with their guns firing. After that clip was empty, they drew their swords (http://www.battleorders.co.uk/acatalog/5050.jpg).

Linda grew cold, "Wow....tough crowd."

She then sat down and shut up.

It was a quiet ride to the airfields, the only thing that could be heard was the fire fight at the city of the city. Between the remaining EG’s and the Blood Wolves.

The pilots chasing the Ultra Hornets threw out flares to distract the wave of enemy missiles, and went into a wild zigzag pattern to avoid the enemy fire, though one was nearly hit by a spray of fire. They returned fire with their own cannon fire and fired their own missiles back, locking onto the enemy beforehand. They moved in closer as they did this, they wanted to make them very uncomfortable.....

Only 200 of the missiles that the Ultra Hornets fired were hit the flares. The others were still on target. The Ultra Hornets’ pilots dove downwards to dodge being locked-on. They disappeared under the clouds. The lone pilot still had the missiles following him and two more missiles behind it. He flew at an enemy plane and did a barrel roll to the right; the missiles had a new target….

The head of the CES team engaging the bombers went, "Holy s**t!" and "All units, ignore the new guys. They're merely a distraction. Focus on the objective!"

The planes weaved in and out, dodging enemy fire and preparing flares for the inevitable missile attack. They moved into a diamond formation, trying to block the enemy attack and focus on the objective at the same time, firing bursts of cannon fire back at their foes.......

The enemy planes are still between Haste stealth fighters and the bombers. The Hastes continue firing at the enemy planes as the bombers were finishing their bomb runs. Then start to turn back to fly home, the stealth fighters would guard their rear.

OOC: Wait....how many ships did you hit? The way it was worded makes it unclear.

OOC: I did not hit anything until you post it. I say they were over a quarter of your fleet starting from the rear of the fleet, so that is what they bombed.

The Blood Wolves charged into the EG’s ranks with their guns firing. After that clip was empty, they drew their swords (http://www.battleorders.co.uk/acatalog/5050.jpg).

The EG's that were left banded together, with their own knives. This time, they vowed to fight back.

One man had a walkie-talkie.....he decided to radio for UNITA assistance, a long shot, but it was better than nothing.....


It was a quiet ride to the airfields, the only thing that could be heard was the fire fight at the city of the city. Between the remaining EG’s and the Blood Wolves.

The Horses couldn't do anything, but UNITA could. The news of the RSA withdrawal had angered and dissapointed them; it looked like the CES was the only faction they could trust.....but still, there were elements in the field that were trapped, so they decided to act.

A force of 4,000 UNITA infantry moved towards the sounds......they stumbled upon the enemy, and began a torrent of spray and pray......

OOC: If that part conflicts with things, lemme know.

OOC: I have to do something, so I will write something here later.

OOC: Okay.


The enemy planes are still between Haste stealth fighters and the bombers. The Hastes continue firing at the enemy planes as the bombers were finishing their bomb runs. Then start to turn back to fly home, the stealth fighters would guard their rear.



OOC: I did not hit anything until you post it. I say they were over a quarter of your fleet starting from the rear of the fleet, so that is what they bombed.

The CES Aircraft decided to get some of the Hastes, seeing the carnage below. They fired off cannons and locked Sidewinders onto them before firing.

The napalm hit the rear quarter of the fleet, starting with the supply ships and the cruisers, which suffered moderate to heavy damage, as fire crews from the ships tried to use chemical foam and other tools at their disposal to put the ghastly fires out ASAP before they did any more damage. The sea itself seemed to be set ablaze, and ships began evasive movement to try and get out of the firezone, in a direction that did not face the enemy fleet.

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Meanwhile, RSA forces began pulling out, but left one instruction for the UNITA forces:

"Give em hell."

UNITA was surprised at this, some were angry, others shocked, but they nonetheless were slightly comforted by the fact that the CES, made up fellow Africans, would coem to aid them. They decided to keep going....anyway, CES forces and KSC Corporation forces would continue supply drops, though not at established airfields- this had led to the disasters that befell UNITA before.

UNITA opted to aid thse forces in Naimbe that were under attack. They slowly began to insert 40,000 men and munitions into the area, moving silently, on foot across obscure jungle trails, company by company.....

The EG's that were left banded together, with their own knives. This time, they vowed to fight back.

One man had a walkie-talkie...he decided to radio for UNITA assistance, a long shot, but it was better than nothing...

The EG’s would not last long with their knifes. The Blood Wolves used their swords to block the EG’s knife and maybe knock it out of their hands. This fight would not last long.

The Horses couldn't do anything, but UNITA could. The news of the RSA withdrawal had angered and disappointed them; it looked like the CES was the only faction they could trust.....but still, there were elements in the field that were trapped, so they decided to act.

A force of 4,000 UNITA infantry moved towards the sounds......they stumbled upon the enemy, and began a torrent of spray and pray......

OOC: If that part conflicts with things, lemme know.

One of the Blood Wolves spotted the new enemy coming out of the jungle in front of them. “Take them out.” he yelled to the howitzer crews, only 230 of them were in working order. The howitzers roared to life and sent shells flying at the enemy.

The CES Aircraft decided to get some of the Hastes, seeing the carnage below. They fired off cannons and locked Sidewinders onto them before firing.

Two Hastes were hit by the Sidewinders, the other dropped flares to make the Sidewinders hit them. The Hastes turned and engaged with cannon fire.

The napalm hit the rear quarter of the fleet, starting with the supply ships and the cruisers, which suffered moderate to heavy damage, as fire crews from the ships tried to use chemical foam and other tools at their disposal to put the ghastly fires out ASAP before they did any more damage. The sea itself seemed to be set ablaze, and ships began evasive movement to try and get out of the fire zone, in a direction that did not face the enemy fleet.

“Sir!” said Captain Newmam on the bridge of the DN Dragon's Plague. “Look at that.”

Admiral Wentworth looked out in front of him at the enemy fleet. It looked like the fleet was coming out of Hell. “That is what the air force men called ‘Hell on Earth.’

The bridge crew continues to watch the enemy fleet.

UNITA opted to aid these forces in Naimbe that were under attack, inserting 40,000 men into the area. Splitting up into battalion-sized groups, they began to move to attack Dominion forces with mortar shells and sniper fire...

OOC: If that part conflicts with things, lemme know.

OOC: It would take a long time to get a group that big together. Plus, it would take a long time to get them all to Naimbe City.

The EG’s would not last long with their knifes. The Blood Wolves used their swords to block the EG’s knife and maybe knock it out of their hands. This fight would not last long.



One of the Blood Wolves spotted the new enemy coming out of the jungle in front of them. “Take them out.” he yelled to the howitzer crews, only 230 of them were in working order. The howitzers roared to life and sent shells flying at the enemy.

The EG's cheered to see the arrival of UNITA. The UNITA forces were taking hits, but they soon split up and began attacking the Wolves, throwing grenades at them and spraying machine gun fire at them. The EG's moved to continue fighting with their knives, holding on and moving as quickly as possible to evade each slash.


Two Hastes were hit by the Sidewinders, the other dropped flares to make the Sidewinders hit them. The Hastes turned and engaged with cannon fire.

The CES Aircraft were not going to be detered by a little cannon fire (well, one was damaged). The others fired back with cannons, pressing their attack, and keeping an eye out for more bombers.



“Sir!” said Captain Newmam on the bridge of the DN Dragon's Plague. “Look at that.”

Admiral Wentworth looked out in front of him at the enemy fleet. It looked like the fleet was coming out of Hell. “That is what the air force men called ‘Hell on Earth.’

The bridge crew continues to watch the enemy fleet.

The fire teams had managed to get some of the flames down, especially around the critical areas, but there was more to fix, and more to put out.



OOC: It would take a long time to get a group that big together. Plus, it would take a long time to get them all to Naimbe City.

OOC: It's fixed.

The EG's cheered to see the arrival of UNITA. The UNITA forces were taking hits, but they soon split up and began attacking the Wolves, throwing grenades at them and spraying machine gun fire at them. The EG's moved to continue fighting with their knives, holding on and moving as quickly as possible to evade each slash.

Why does they just try to throw a grenade a half of mile? asked a Blood Wolf Major.

“Ignore the UNITA soldiers and take out the EG’s.” he ordered over the radio. The Blood Wolves continued cutting up the EG’s…

OOC: How many EGs are left at that battle?

The CES Aircraft were not going to be deterred by a little cannon fire (well, one was damaged). The others fired back with cannons, pressing their attack, and keeping an eye out for more bombers.

“Our bombers are out of range.” said one of the Hastes. “Head back to Ultra Hornets, the other bombers will not be here for ten minutes.” The remaining 98 Haste stealth fighters turned and headed for the Ultra Hornets location. “Maybe we can help the Ultra Hornets and take all the planes down.

OOC: I edited in what the hornets were doing.

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Then a message come out of the command base in Naimbe City, “All UNITA soldiers laid down your weapons and you will not be killed. The people helping you are terrorists.”

Only 200 of the missiles that the Ultra Hornets fired were hit the flares. The others were still on target. The Ultra Hornets’ pilots dove downwards to dodge being locked-on. They disappeared under the clouds. The lone pilot still had the missiles following him and two more missiles behind it. He flew at an enemy plane and did a barrel roll to the right; the missiles had a new target….

The CES plane was hit and fell from the sky, the others continued to fly wildly around the sky, to try and evade the missiles coming at them. They dropped chaff this time, hoping to distract the missiles. They had a razor thin margin of error, two guys had been vaporized already by the enemy attack.

The others who were hunting the Hastes soon decided to aid their beleaguered comrades. They followed the Hastes, firing cannon bursts and missiles, after locking, at them before they could aid their comrades.

Why does they just try to throw a grenade a half of mile? asked a Blood Wolf Major.

“Ignore the UNITA soldiers and take out the EG’s.” he ordered over the radio. The Blood Wolves continued cutting up the EG’s…

OOC: How many EGs are left at that battle?

OOC: I'd say 7-8 left. They're doing their damndest.

IC:

The EG's decided to break the fight and run; another two men fell under the sword. They ran to the UNITA lines, as the UNITA men covered for their allies by lobbing grenades and firing machine guns at the Wolves.

Then a message come out of the command base in Naimbe City, “All UNITA soldiers laid down your weapons and you will not be killed. The people helping you are terrorists.”

The UNITA men in the jungle, meanwhile, were too busy sneaking about to hear this message. Few took it seriously, they had had worse. Besides, as far as they were concerned, the RALM was bleepin' Santa Claus. Well, not those RSA p***ies; but everybody else was just dandy. They just kept sneaking men in.......

The CES plane was hit and fell from the sky, the others continued to fly wildly around the sky, to try and evade the missiles coming at them. They dropped chaff this time, hoping to distract the missiles. They had a razor thin margin of error, two guys had been vaporized already by the enemy attack.

The others who were hunting the Hastes soon decided to aid their beleaguered comrades. They followed the Hastes, firing cannon bursts and missiles, after locking, at them before they could aid their comrades.

The missiles were taken down this time after hitting their targets. The lead Haste pilot said over the radio “Where the hell are the Ultra Hornets at?” Then from under the CES planes came cannon fire, the Ultra Hornets dove to 56,000 feet and shot right back upwards. The Ultra Hornets were at about 59,800 feet when they opened fire; they flew through the clouds dodging enemy planes. Two unlucky Hornets came up and saw that they were about to hit two enemy planes.

The Hastes did the same move by diving downwards. The missiles that were fired at them would find new targets. Their own planes….

The missiles were taken down this time after hitting their targets. The lead Haste pilot said over the radio “Where the hell are the Ultra Hornets at?” Then from under the CES planes came cannon fire, the Ultra Hornets dove to 56,000 feet and shot right back upwards. The Ultra Hornets were at about 59,800 feet when they opened fire; they flew through the clouds dodging enemy planes. Two unlucky Hornets came up and saw that they were about to hit two enemy planes.

The Hastes did the same move by diving downwards. The missiles that were fired at them would find new targets. Their own planes….

The aircraft targeted by their own missiles went into wild manuevers, zigzagging and doign sharp rolls to try and avoid the new threat.

Those chasing the Hastes decided to follow, diving down and doggedly following them. Meanwhile, the others who were at the mercy of the Ultra Hornets, having lost five machines, decided to thank their enemy for that very miserable time by doing rolls, turning, and climbing rapidly upwards (some doing Immelman turns to escape), and then flying down on their enemy, firing their cannons back at them. Those two CES aircraft that were going to be hit sped up to avoid a collision, and then moved upwards to meet their would-be assailants.

OOC: I'd say 7-8 left. They're doing their damndest.

IC:
The EG's decided to break the fight and run; another two men fell under the sword. They ran to the UNITA lines, as the UNITA men covered for their allies by lobbing grenades and firing machine guns at the Wolves.

The Blood Wolves put up their swords as the EG’s ran back. The remaining six EG’s were getting shot at by the Blood Wolves who had their guns ready. A total of 15 of them were ready with thier rifles. Each man was firing three shots at the six EG’s head.

There they go again wasting grenade. said the same Major.

The UNITA would have to run across the empty field like the EG’s did and everybody knows what happen to them. The mines are gone but the howitzers were still there.

The UNITA men in the jungle, meanwhile, were too busy sneaking about to hear this message. Few took it seriously, they had worse. Besides, as far as they were concerned, the RALM was bleepin' Santa Claus. Well, not those RSA p***ies; but everybody else was just dandy. They just kept sneaking men in…

These UNITA men would run into traps laid by the embers of the Shadow Foxes and Death Hackers. Trap ranging from bear traps, eight feet deep hole with spears pointing upwards, to land mines fields, and many, many more type of traps. By the time, they got near Naimbe City; about half of them would be wounded or killed.

The aircraft targeted by their own missiles went into wild maneuvers, zigzagging and doing sharp rolls to try and avoid the new threat.

The enemy missiles hit four Hornets, the others turned to engage the enemy planes that they were first attacking.

Those chasing the Hastes decided to follow, diving down and doggedly following them. Meanwhile, the others who were at the mercy of the Ultra Hornets, having lost five machines, decided to thank their enemy for that very miserable time by doing rolls, turning, and climbing rapidly upwards (some doing Immelman turns to escape), and then flying down on their enemy, firing their cannons back at them.

“All planes return back your bases.” order the lead pilot. Both the Ultra Hornets and the Hastes disappeared through the clouds; they would become the bait for the mouse.

The Blood Wolves put up their swords as the EG’s ran back. The remaining six EG’s were getting shot at by the Blood Wolves who had their guns ready. A total of 15 of them were ready with thier rifles. Each man was firing three shots at the six EG’s head.

There they go again wasting grenade. said the same Major.

The UNITA would have to run across the empty field like the EG’s did and everybody knows what happen to them. The mines are gone but the howitzers were still there.

The UNITA men saw the EG's go down, their heads exploding like ripe melons getting hit with Gallagher's hammer. They decided to try something else.

They retreated back into the jungles. Teams of men began to pull out sniper rifles; soon, they zeroed in and began firing away at the enemy, making sure to go for the head. A few others set up mortars and pulled out RPGs, and began firing away at them.

These UNITA men would run into traps laid by the embers of the Shadow Foxes and Death Hackers. Trap ranging from bear traps, eight feet deep hole with spears pointing upwards, to land mines fields, and many, many more type of traps. By the time, they got near Naimbe City; about half of them would be wounded or killed.

The UNITA men moved slowly....they knew that the trip would not be easy; since they didn't listen to the order, they would be on the recieving end of a lot of abuse. A few of the old guard knew what was what, so these men had to constantly ensure their charges were not stepping on mines.

Which they did. Despite some miracles, others were not so lucky. The clever Foxes had hidden their traps well indeed; only about one in every 10 was found out. That meant bad news, with a total of 600 deaths reported, and hundreds more injured.....

The enemy missiles hit four Hornets, the others turned to engage the enemy planes that they were first attacking.



“All planes return back your bases.” order the lead pilot. Both the Ultra Hornets and the Hastes disappeared through the clouds; they would become the bait for the mouse.

The CES Aircraft all got back in formation. They wanted to go forth, but the squadron leader said, "This ain't right. Don't follow them, hold in this area."

Some protests were quieted, but hte squadron leader knew that this was a mere fient. Something big would be waiting....he wanted it to come to him.

The UNITA men saw the EG's go down, their heads exploding like ripe melons getting hit with Gallagher's hammer. They decided to try something else.

They retreated back into the jungles. Teams of men began to pull out sniper rifles; soon, they zeroed in and began firing away at the enemy, making sure to go for the head. A few others set up mortars and pulled out RPGs, and began firing away at them.

The howitzers continue fires and retargeting. The RPGs were shot down by well placed machine gun fire. The mortar shells were hitting the ground about 250 yards in front of the Blood Wolves.

OOC: What type are the sniper rifles? Because they have to make it over a half of mile or longer.

The CES Aircraft all got back in formation. They wanted to go forth, but the squadron leader said, "This ain't right. Don't follow them, hold in this area."

Some protests were quieted, but the squadron leader knew that this was a mere fine. Something big would be waiting....he wanted it to come to him..

Ready nothing was coming to attack the CES navy. The second set of bombers, 160 B-69 Skymaster stealth bombers, were gave new orders. To bomb the jungle in front of Naimbe City. They started their bomb runs. 22,400 MK82 general-purpose bombs were dropped on top of the enemy forces hiding in the jungle below. Nothing would survive.

The 100 B-9 Vexore bombers, the third set of bomber, had be new orders too. They would start bombing the other half of UNITA bases in the south provinces.

The 100 B-9 Vexore bombers loaded with Bunker Busters were called back to the Dominion.

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Aboard the DN Dragon's Plague, Admiral Wentworth watched the enemy fleet. “Sir, this is not right.” said Captain Newmam

“We have orders, captain.” said the Admiral “Send the message, now.”

“Yes, sir.” said Captain Newman. It was a recording by the God-Emperor himself.

“CES Navy, this God-Emperor Count JWolf. I would like to ask the navy to leave the area. The Dominion is helping an ally to try and restore order in one of its territories. These rebels are nothing but rebels. These men and woman are just troublemakers. The UNITA will not help make Angola better. So, I will ask one more time for y’all to leave before more of your men are killed over a lost cause. Do the right thing and leave.”

The howitzers continue fires and retargeting. The RPGs were shot down by well placed machine gun fire. The mortar shells were hitting the ground about 250 yards in front of the Blood Wolves.

OOC: What type are the sniper rifles? Because they have to make it over a half of mile or longer.

OOC: M21 rifles, M41 rifles, and a smattering of Barretts. And RPG's being shot down by machine guns? I've heard of anti-RPG nets, but not machine guns doing the job.

IC:

The UNITA men were not daunted by their misses. They simply pulled out binoculars, made fresh, if crude estimates, and reset the mortars to try and get a better arc. As for the RPG squads, they moved to try and engage the howitzers, which were getting awfully annoying.....

OOC: UNITA soldiers are not experts. Maybe some of them are experts but not all of them are. Most of the traps are not fresh. Plus, the best Shadow Ops soldiers in the Dominion did them. So, they could hide them well.

OOC: Very well, it will be corrected.

Ready nothing was coming to attack the CES navy. The second set of bombers, 160 B-69 Skymaster stealth bombers, were gave new orders. To bomb the jungle in front of Naimbe City. They started their bomb runs. 22,400 MK82 general-purpose bombs were dropped on top of the enemy forces hiding in the jungle below. Nothing would survive.

The 100 B-9 Vexore bombers, the third set of bomber, had be new orders too. They would start bombing the other half of UNITA bases in the south provinces.

The 100 B-9 Vexore bombers loaded with Bunker Busters were called back to the Dominion.

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Aboard the DN Dragon's Plague, Admiral Wentworth watched the enemy fleet. “Sir, this is not right.” said Captain Newmam

“We have orders, captain.” said the Admiral “Send the message, now.”

“Yes, sir.” said Captain Newman. It was a recording by the God-Emperor himself.

“CES Navy, this God-Emperor Count JWolf. I would like to ask the navy to leave the area. The Dominion is helping an ally to try and restore order in one of its territories. These rebels are nothing but rebels. These men and woman are just troublemakers. The UNITA will not help make Angola better. So, I will ask one more time for y’all to leave before more of your men are killed over a lost cause. Do the right thing and leave.”

The bombings hit the UNITA forces hard, scattering many of the convoys and reducing men to component particles. Villages were feeling the heat, with people being forced to flee in the face of fire and death. Severe casualties were recorded everywhere. Chaos reigned.....

Meanwhile, those in front of Naimbe City were hit hard by the bombings, and scattered into the jungles, running like hell. They lost 500 men, and the casualties seemed to mount.

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The Navy ignored the message. They were too busy figuring out how to make the enemy come to them.

SIC:

They decided to make a feint, using the unmolested quarter of their ships and their subs to lure the enemy fleet to them. Meanwhile, the servicable part of the fleet would lay in wait, armed to react when the bait returned to them.....

OPEN IC:

This was done. The undamaged quarter of the enemy fleet, and the subs, began moving towards the Dominion lines. They prepped Phalanx AMS and cruise missiles for the battle to come....

OOC: Excuse the RPG comment. UNITA expertise is fixed.

IC:

The recent spate of bombings had runined UNITA, now, they would be driven underground. Like the Vietcong did in the past, they would begin tunneling operations, to escape those damned Transylvanians.

Those who survived, began going to remote jungle locations and those villages that survived, and began to dig.......

OOC: M21 rifles, M41 rifles, and a smattering of Barretts. And RPG's being shot down by machine guns? I've heard of anti-RPG nets, but not machine guns doing the job.

OOC: Okay on the rifles. A well-placed shot can take one down.

The UNITA men were not daunted by their misses. They simply pulled out binoculars, made fresh, if crude estimates, and reset the mortars to try and get a better arc. As for the RPG squads, they moved to try and engage the howitzers, which were getting awfully annoying.....

Meanwhile, those in front of Naimbe City were hit hard by the bombings, and scattered into the jungles, running like hell. They lost 500 men, and the casualties seemed to mount.

Right as the UNITA soldier set up their mortars, they were bombed. The howitzers continued firing to make sure that nobody came running back towards them.

The bombings hit the UNITA forces hard, scattering many of the convoys and reducing men to component particles. Villages were feeling the heat, with people being forced to flee in the face of fire and death. Severe casualties were recorded everywhere. Chaos reigned.....

Reports have got to the command HQ in Naimbe City. The bombs from the Dominion bombers would destroy the UNITA. Their number would drop down to nothing in the southern provinces.

[QUOTE=The Real ALM]The recent spate of bombings had ruined UNITA, now, they would be driven underground. Like the Vietcong did in the past, they would begin tunneling operations, to escape those damned Transylvanians.

Those who survived, began going to remote jungle locations and those villages that survived, and began to dig…

More reports came through the command HQ, these were about what the surviving UNITA soldiers and supporters were doing.

The undamaged quarter of the enemy fleet, and the subs, began moving towards the Dominion lines. They prepped Phalanx AMS and cruise missiles for the battle to come....

Aboard the DN Dragon's Plague, Admiral Wentworth watched the enemy fleet as they try to make them fight. Then a message from the Naimbe City command HQ say that the UNITA forces are no more. The ones who did survive have when into hiding.

“Open a channel to the CES Navy.” ordered the Admiral. After it was done, he said in the radio “CES Navy, the UNITA forces have been defeat by our armed forces. Turn around and save your men’s lives because you have nothing to fight for now.”

A message was sent through the Dominion Navy to get ready for battle. Now, they would wait to see the outcome of that message…

OOC: Okay on the rifles. A well-placed shot can take one down.

Right as the UNITA soldier set up their mortars, they were bombed. The howitzers continued firing to make sure that nobody came running back towards them.

Reports have got to the command HQ in Naimbe City. The bombs from the Dominion bombers would destroy the UNITA. Their number would drop down to nothing in the southern provinces.

More reports came through the command HQ, these were about what the surviving UNITA soldiers and supporters were doing.

The UNITA forces were definetly down, but not out.

The forces near Naimbe City were running already, now the enemy was laying it on thick. They scattered into small groups, to try and escape the steel rain and fire surrounding them. Casualties were mounting, but they stayed the course.

In the countryside, the digging was going on frantically, and despite the severe losses, some progress was still being made, as hidden entrances, shafts and small networks began to emerge; nothing too big yet. Still, ammo, guns, food, and men were being stashed, and UNITA forces, though greatly reduced, still were determined to play the part of the underdog, down but not out. Digging was still going on.....

...and so was propaganda. The UNITA forces had a radio set from the RSA supply drops, a CD copy of Les Miserables, the musical, and a stereo leftover from the RSA; they used this to send messages, hijacking a local frequency and blaring "Do You Hear the People Sing?" and saying:

"People of Angola-

The vampires and the greasers may gave inflicted pain on us. But they have not broken our spirits. The Americans may have abandoned us. But our African and Japanese (a reference to the RALM) brothers will fight with us. We offer true aid to the people of Angola, and true liberty, something that the MPLA or the others cannot give. Brothers, stand up! Fight! FIGHT!"

Aboard the DN Dragon's Plague, Admiral Wentworth watched the enemy fleet as they try to make them fight. Then a message from the Naimbe City command HQ say that the UNITA forces are no more. The ones who did survive have when into hiding.

“Open a channel to the CES Navy.” ordered the Admiral. After it was done, he said in the radio “CES Navy, the UNITA forces have been defeat by our armed forces. Turn around and save your men’s lives because you have nothing to fight for now.”

A message was sent through the Dominion Navy to get ready for battle. Now, they would wait to see the outcome of that message…

The CES Navy kept on ignoring the enemy transmissions. They didn't have the time to listen to their badly cliched drivel.

The CES units moving forth opened fire with Tomahawks and guns, targeting the enemy ships with six missiles each. This was the opening salvo......

"People of Angola-

The vampires and the greasers may gave inflicted pain on us. But they have not broken our spirits. The Americans may have abandoned us. But our African and Japanese (a reference to the RALM) brothers will fight with us. We offer true aid to the people of Angola, and true liberty, something that the MPLA or the others cannot give. Brothers, stand up! Fight! FIGHT!"

OOC: There are no vampires in Angola right now. So, get your facts straight. Plus, they would not be many people wanting to join the UNITA now. Seeing as the Dominion took out all of their bases in the Southern Provinces.

The CES units moving forth opened fire with Tomahawks and guns, targeting the enemy ships with six missiles each. This was the opening salvo......

OOC: Hey man, I’m tried of RP in this thread. I’m tried of how your men are acting, not want to save a lot of lives. So, you need to do the right thing.

Plus, your commanders are dumb. Not leaving to safe their men's lives.

UNITA rebels are no more. I have bombed every military, airbase, and town of the UNITA in the southern provinces. So, your men will be helping for nothing.

Plus, EC is not posting in this thread anymore.

OOC: There are no vampires in Angola right now. So, get your facts straight. Plus, they would not be many people wanting to join the UNITA now. Seeing as the Dominion took out all of their bases in the Southern Provinces.



OOC: Hey man, I’m tried of RP in this thread. I’m tried of how your men are acting, not want to save a lot of lives. So, you need to do the right thing.

Plus, your commanders are dumb. Not leaving to safe their men's lives.

UNITA rebels are no more. I have bombed every military, airbase, and town of the UNITA in the southern provinces. So, your men will be helping for nothing.

Plus, EC is not posting in this thread anymore.

OOC: Hmm...true.....let's just end this thread, man. Good game, anyway. Seriously, I've gotta say, that's the first loss I've had in a while.

Do you wanna ignore the war or leave it in the records?

As for all that IC stuff, I was trying to keep up that whole "crazed fanatics" type thing, a la the Japanese in WWII. So that explains the disproportionate casualties.

And for one, I really do hope to RP again with you, perhaps under more auspicious circumstances.

OOC: Hmm...true.....let's just end this thread, man. Good game, anyway. Seriously, I've gotta say, that's the first loss I've had in a while.

Do you wanna ignore the war or leave it in the records?

And for one, I really do hope to RP again with you, perhaps under more auspicious circumstances.

OOC: Well this is my first win after the Red Dragon thing in Roach-Busters.

Sure, we can keep it on the records.

Okay, me too.