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The FMS Adipose had been seperated from it's battlegroup. It was one of the relatively few exploration ships in the Fatus Maxian navy, a Larjas Class Support Frigate charged with expanding the bounds of territory Fatus Maximus possessed. They were, on the whole, an utterly peaceful society, one that abhored violence. But overcrowding was a concern that would have to be dealt with in a decade's time, and the country would have to add to it's land if it was to keep up with it's rapidly growing population. So the Navy had taken to sending exploration battlegroups out to scout unclaimed islands for use as colonies and bases. The Adipose had been sent out to chart the oceans to the south west of Fatus Maximus. It's battlegroup had been launched directly from Mmmopolis, and had sailed down the length of the Potroast Peninsula into open seas. Once they had travelled 80 nauts, they took up a stationary position and started sending out frigates and destroyers to investigate the area, searching for land.

Around 0600 hours, a thick fog had rolled in, obscuring the crew's view. One of the Adipose's powerful search lights had burnt out, and the crate of replacements below deck had been mislabeled during the most recent inventory, meaning one side of the ship was completely blind to the ocean around it. They remained in radio contact with the battlegroup, and had been ordered to return to formation until the fog passed.

Captain Fried Widewaist stood in the command center on his ship. A tall control tower built in the center of the ship, a large series of glass windows seperated the bow of the ship from the navigation stations, computer terminals and weapon terminals tht ran the vessel. Widewaist stood straight as a board, his hands clasped behind his back as he stared out to sea. He had been a hardworking fisherman for twenty years, and that experience was what had got him a job in the Navy during it's recent expansion.

"Sir, I'm picking something something up..." said one of the technicians, a bright young woman who's name Widewaist couldn't remember.

"Another school of dolphins?" he asked wearily. That had been the only thing they'd found out here so far...

"No sir!" the technician replied excitedly. "I think it's land!"

Widewaist's jaw dropped. "Are you sure?" he asked. But he needn't have asked, for at that moment the Adipose's other spotlight swung around to illuminate a path through the fog around them, revealing an enormous green mass ahead- a huge forest of trees, behind a small sandy beach. Whoops emitted around the bridge as excited officers hopped up and down. The captain smiled widely. "Get me the Enormous, lieutenant," he said, "They're gonna wanna hear about this."

A quick swing around revealed it to be an island, and a fairly big one too. As they circled it, they saw no signs of obvious habitation. This lifted Widewaist's spirts immensly. This was exactly what they were looking for. Admiral Gorger, on the battlegroup's flagship, the Enormous, had told him they were on their way, and ordered him to investigate the island. Widewaist had instructed the crew to prepare one of the ships lifeboats for launch, so that a small expedition to the island could be made. "Who will be in charge of the expedition?" one of the ensigns had asked.

Widewaist grinned. "Why, I will."

Once away, they rowed all the way to shore. Widewaist was the first off the boat, the first to step on the conquered sand. Well, not conquered, he thought. More like discovered. He was followed by the small team of officers he had assembled. "Hey," he asked them, "do we have a flag?" They shook their heads. No one had thought to bring one. "That's OK, we'll just have to make do." He grabbed an oar from the boat. "Anyone have a t-shirt?" Again the answer was no. T-shirts were not part of the Fatus Maxian uniform. Neither were, for that matter, shirts.

He dug around the boat and pulled out an emergency blanket. Turning around, he planted the oar in the sand and tossed the blanket over it. "I claim this land for Fatus Maximus," he proclaimed proudly." His companions beamed.

"What are you gonna call it?" one of the leiutentants wanted to know.

Widewaist paused for a moment. "Maltose," he said after a minute. "The Isle of Maltose."

1 Endymion-class Trimaran large Cruiser, 2 Evermore-class GP destroyers and 8 McDonough-class ASW frigates were patroling in international waters about 75nm of off Silver Sky national waters when they detected a large sonar signature(sp?) approx. 75nm and much smaller ones about 100nm-150nm away.

[Bridge of the Endymion Class Cruiser "Smasher"]

"Captain!" Yelled one of the sonar officers.
"Yes Lt." Responded Captain Bock. "This better be good, I'm sick of Rear Admiral Anderson giving us backwater assignments, I mean these are a good 100nm from the nearest trade route to the north and 300nm from the closest southern one, the only thing in these waters are fish!" the captain ended his rant and sat back in his chair.
"Umm, sir, it's an island, and an uncharted one at that, this is a big discovery!" said the sonar's man.
"Really!?" Asked the Captain excitedly as he started to rave, "I wonder if I'll get promoted? Haha suckers see you all in hell!" The bridge crew stared at the captain. O.o; "Hehe, what I meant was! Anything else Lt.?"
"Umm, one problem sir, there are already naval vessels there, they seem to be a mix of various vessesl, I pulled up a satellite image, but there is to much fog, I've only been able to identify or see a few, I did find out that they are from the nation Fatus Maximus."
"Are they military ships?"
"Yes sir..."
"Damn, my promotion will have to wait(O.o; ). Alert Admiral Anderson, 4th Fleet Headquarters, Harpy City, I want the rest of the fleet here until we get a confirmation on their fleet strength.
"Yes sir!"

The small force moved in standard combat formation and procced to move to a spot 20nm off the northern most point of the island in an attempt to hide from sonar and radar, they also launched some very small stealth UAVs that would attempt to skirt around the island and track the Fatus Maximus fleet using RADAR, Infrared and LIDAR sensors.

[4th Fleet Flagship Neptune-Class Super Dreadnaught "Kaitou"]

The "Kaitou" and some of it's escort fleet(ships I showed earlier minus the ones near the island) headed out of Harpy City Bay and sailed towards the new island, they would be joined by the rest of the fleet and a supply fleet shortly.

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OOC: That's all for tonight, need to hit the hay.

*BUMP* for FM

OOC: Sorry it took so long to reply, I was busy. :D

IC:

Back on board the Adipose, Captain Widewaist was in a good mood. A great mood. A stupendous on, even. The only thing keeping it from being downright terrific was the large amounts of enemy warships appearing on his sonar screens. Still, he wasn't upset over it like some of the other officers on his bridge were. "We'll just explain to them that we've just claimed this island. I'm sure we can come to some sort of arrangement with them." His crew was less than convinced. He sighed. "Fine, radio Admiral Gorger and tell him about this. He's not gonna be happy."

They quickly received their orders. They were to bring their weapons systems online but not open fire unless fired upon. (Widewaist didn't think it would matter, they had a full battle fleet and he was just one small frigate.) The battlegroup would be in sight within minutes and the home fleet was scrambling three others, which would arrive within 24 hours. His ensigns were jittery. "Relax," Widewaist told them. "We've never been in a war before, and we're not gonna start now."

OOC: lol thought so. Oh well, now the action will kick in! Along with a nice little storm. ;)
IC:

[Flagship Neptune-Class "Kaitou", Battle Fleet 'July', 4th Fleet]
[Location: Approx. 40nm of the the islands northern tip]

Rear Admiral Anderson sat calmy in his command chair, although this was his first military confrontation with another fleet he had participated in many live fire exercises, he was confident he could handle anything they enemy could throw at him.
"Ensign, anything on the UAVs?"
"No sir, we lost contact with one, presumablly from the fog, one was lost to the wind and the third lost it's ability to send data, we won't know anything till it returns."
"Damn, Hopefully we can get this over with before Hurricane Amanda comes threw this area, I don't feel like lossing any ships to a storm. Scramble a F-133 Valkyrie Air Superiority Fighter, load it with the usual AA armament(8 AIM-120(forward weapons bay), 8 AIM-121 Banshee(2 pop-up rear bays), but attach 2 MLAM-2 ASMs to the wing pylons just in case."
"Yes sir!"

[Aboard the Gavin Newsom-class Trimaran hypercarrier "High Tide"]

A single F-133 Fighter was taxied down the huge flight deck and was attached to the catapult, the pilot had been fully briefed on his mission, he was to fly towards the FM ship and do a fly-by and identify the ship via a small TARPs pod, he would then fly back towards the ship and send a message to the crew with a radio frequency they could use to contact the "Kaitou" and commence talks, and all the while he was told to have his MLAM-2s armed and ready and lock onto the ship just in case...

The lone fighter soared off into the foggy sky, the pilot was a rookie, only assigned to the "High Tide" a few weeks earlier, he was very jittery and even a bit scared.

[12nm away from the FM frigate]

The pilot slowed his fighter to 300mph and lowered to 100ft above the waves to avoid radar, he completed his first pass, turned back around and popped up to deliver his message and show himself.

As he reached towards the radio switch he hit a patch of rough air jarring him and his fighter. In a freak accident it caused him to hit the launch button, a MLAM-2 came off the pylon and ignited it's rocket motor and speed at Mach 2 towards the frigate. In his panick the pilot also let loose a burst of 20mm fire from the HYVELOC cannon and having lost his sense of direction he departed the scene not towards the Silver Sky Fleet but towards the FM fleet.

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OOC: MLAM-2 stats: http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=8601929&postcount=32
F-133 Stats(scoll down until you find it): http://modernwarstudies.net/worldatwar/viewtopic.php?t=808

"Active the AMMS!" shouted Widewaist, referring to the ships anti-missile missile system, but it was too late. The missile connected with the front of the Adipose, detonating. A massive explosion ensued, a ball of flame destroying bow of the vessel. The force of the explosion was so powerful it broke of the rest of the vessel and threw the debris nearly 50 meters away. The remaining wreckage quickly sank below the waves, leaving almost no traves of the ship's existance.

Widewaist came to fourty feet below the water. He jerked awake with a start. His heart was pounding and his lungs felt like they were about to explode. He paddled to the surface as fast as he could. I'm not gonna make it, he thought. I can't breathe! Certain he was about to die, he fought harder, swimming straight up like a mad man. His arms gave out shortly, exhausted from overuse and lack of oxygen. Everything started to go black...

He continued floating upward, both from momentum and because that excessive fat around his middle was bouyant. He saw the light sparkling just above him, and gave a powerful kick with both legs. He burst out of the sea like a whale in flight, gasping for air and sucking in greedy lungfuls of it. Gravity, it's attention distracted by some apple over a physicists head a million miles away, let him soar up into the air a bit, then saw what he was doing and decided to put a stop to it. He crashed back into the water, an enormous splash bursting beneath him. He bobbed up and down in the water, regaining his bearings. He treaded water cautiously, looking around. He could just make out the island through the fog... Wet, naked and cold, he set off for it, swimming for his life.

****

On board the Enormous, Admiral Gorger stared at his XO in horror. One of the comm officers had reported hearing disarray on board the bridge of the Adipose, and the captain ordering the AMMS activated. Shortly afterwards, they lost contact. "Those monsters! They butchered 100 innocent men and women!"

One of the radar techs suddenly shouted, "Enemy aircraft, closing fast! Just one, sir."

"Activate the anti-aircraft guns!" Gorger snapped.

"A scout, do you think?" his XO questioned. "They wouldn't send a single plane against a battlegroup without others right behind."

The Admiral nodded grimly. "Get me the Head of the Armed Forces. Get me more reinforcements. Four battlegroups isn't gonna cut it."

He turned and stared out the large, bulletproof glass overlooking his command. "If they want a fight, they've got one."

OOC: FM how many ships do you have in your fleets? Oh and pilot's callsign is Red 4, forgot that. Oh and did you fire at the plane?

IC:
[Bridge of the "Kaitou"]

"YOU DID WHAT!?!?!?" Yelled Admiral Anderson over the radio.
"I..I accidentally fired on and sunk a frigate sir.." said the pilot meekly.
"IDIOT! Head back to the fleet this moment!" Yelled the Admiral.
"Yes sir, I already have you on radar."
"That's strange, we don't have you on radar, must be the island and the fod, hurry back, the hurricane will arrive in less then 36 hours, I want this over by then."
"Yes sir!"

[Approx 20nm from the FM fleet Red 4]

The pilot continued towards what he thought was his home fleet, but then he finall glanced at his RADAR and realized that he was heading towards the FM fleet. Then to make matters worse his Radar Warning Radar told him that the enemy ships had locked onto him.
"Oh shit!" yelled the pilot as he activated his ECM and ECCM.
"He rolled towards the the closest biggest ship(a destroyer) and let his 2nd MLAM-2 fly and let a cloud of chaff and a few flares loose.
In his desperate attempt to dodge the enemies fire he sent one last radio message.
"This is Red 4...wrong direction...Fox 1...taking fire...*sound of gunfire*Evasive manuvers...ahh shit!!!*BOOM*"

The bridge crew of the "Kaitou" was shocked...well all except Admiral Anderson that is.
"All ships, the enemy has opened fire, commence fleet operations, all ships assume formation delta, Level 3 BattleStations, fire on my command, if they want a fight they'll get it!"
Cheers were heard over the radio as crews hunkered down in there post, 3 flights (72 planes to a flight, 48 F-133, 24 F/A-128) took off from the Carrier
"High Tide" and 1 flight from both of the Victory-class Trimaran fleet carriers the "Juniata" and "Thunder", they would provide cover from any enemy fighters and bombers and attack the smaller ships.

The Fleet sailed around the eastern side of the island and towards the enemy.

Admiral Anderson adjusted his hat and looked out the window. "If those bastards want a fight, I'll give'em a fight." he thought.
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OOC:
Gavin Newsom-class Trimaran hypercarrier and Victory-class Trimaran fleet carrier stats are both there: http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=8432443&postcount=3
Stats for the F/A-128 are on the same page as the F-133 link.

OOC: Yes, I did fire on the plane. I must say, that was a terrifically entertaining plane explosion. :D A Fatus Maxian battlegroup contains 1 battleship (either Elusive or Rommel from the Macabees, though the battlegroup in question has an Elusive), 2 aircraft carriers (This fleet has 2 Adipose Class Carriers), 6 Rubber Ducky Class Destroyers, 12 Larjas Class Frigates, and 4 nuclear submarines (This battlegroup contains two Baby Ruth Class Subs and two Raxus attack submarines from Colerica.)

IC:

"The enemy fleet is changing position!" the sonar technician shouted. "They're moving around the eastern side of the island!"

"Bring the battlegroup to combat status now," barked Gorger. "Alert Fatopia of our situation. Advise we are going to attempt to negotiate but will engage the enemy if it becomes unavoidable."

Technicians scrambled around the bridge of the Enormous. "Instruct the Huge and the Bellyson to launch their defensive fighter squadrons and attack helicopters. Have bombers on standby," the XO ordered. He took a deep breath. "Ready the VLTs and have the submarines dive and advance to the front of the fleet. Full stealth. Perhaps if they attack they can score some hits in the initial confusion."

Gorger grimaced. This was quickly going from bad to worse. "Do it," he ordered. "Get me the commander of the enemy fleet. It's time we had a little chat."

****

120 miles away, Prime Minister Bubba Larjas was working on his golf swing. "And you say people in udder countries enjoy dis game?" he asked his personal assistent, Chub Bigman. They were in his office, where Larjas was unsuccessfully attempting to put a golf ball into a "World's Best Prime Minister Mug" that lay on the floor two feet away. There were several reasons he was unsuccessful so far. He was a beginner, after all. He didn't know the proper grip, either. And of course he was using a nine iron instead of a putter. But probably the largest reason was that he was holding the club upside down.

"Yes, sir," Chub told him. "I hear it's a very relaxing sport."

"Dis idn't a sport," Larjas grumbled. "Tummyball, now tummyball's a real sport."

The door to his office burst open. His secretary stood there, her eyes wide and her jaw dropped. "Mr... Mr. Prime Minister! I can't beleive it!"

A look of confusion passed over Bubba's features. "What's goin' on?" he asked.

The Head of the Armed Forces, General Fatkins burst into the room. "Mr. Prime Minister. We have a situation."

As has already been made clear, the current Commander-In-Chief of Fatus Maximus was a little slow on the uptake. "Did the Deputy Head of the Armed Forces get stuck in his bathtub again?"

General Fatkins shook his head. "No, sir. This is worse."

Larjas' eyes narrowed. "How much worse?"

"A lot worse."

The Prime Minister gulped. It had taken a team of paramedics, two construction crews, and fifteen pounds of bacon grease to get the Deputy Head of the Armed Forces out of his bathtub. "If you'll follow me, Mr. Prime Minister."

The General turn on his heel and strode out of the office. Thrusting his golf club at Chub, Bubba hurried after him. They marched through several winding hallways, going down the Grand Staircase onto the lobby floor of the Executive Manor. General Fatkins led the Prime Minister to another long hallway. Opening the third door on the left, they entered a large room in which someone had turned off most of the lights. There were maps strewn across the long table and folders full of classified documents on on top of them.

Larjas looked around. "Isn't dis da staff's buffet room?" he asked.

"It was," Fatkins replied. "We've converted it into a war room. Here's the situation." He informed the Prime Minister of all the recent happenings around Maltose, and how after less than two hours after it's discovery they were at the brink of war with a foreign nation they knew next to nothing about.

Larjas nodded slowly, taking this all in. He may have been a little dim compared to past Prime Ministers, but he was no dummy. He had a brilliant mind for solving problems and a genuinely likeable personality that had easily resulted him in winning his second term just a few weeks ago. "Launch troops transports now," he told Fatkins. "The key to securing Maltose is to fortify it with infantrymen." He turned to his Intelligence Minister. See what you can get me on Silver Sky. I've never heard of it before. You," he said, gesturing to the Public Affairs Minister, "prepare a press conference. Get me a speech writer. Don't manipulate the facts. Tell the people exactly what's going on."

"And you," he said to a cleaning lady just entering the room, "be a dear and put a do not disturb sign on the door, eh?"

****

Admiral Gorger was glad his opponent couldn't see him sweating. His comm officer had opened a channel to the enemy fleet commander, Anderson. Steadying his nerves, he took the radio transmitter and spoke into it.

"Rear Admiral Anderson," he began. "Your forces have, unprovoked, assualted one of our frigates, resulting in the deaths of one hundred innocent men and women. We have no desire for war, but demand your forces withdraw twenty knots from the waters surrounding the island. Then, and only then, can we negotiate peaceful relations between our two nations. Failure to comply will be considered an act of war. You have twenty minutes to consider your answer."

OOC: I thought you might like it. :D And "Rubber Ducky Class Destroyers? roflmfao!!!! Where do you get this stuff?

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IC:

Read Admiral Anderson carefully read the message from Admiral Gorger and had a talk with the captains of the other ships in the fleet, having weighed his advantages(bigger fleet, more air power, and nearby reinforcements) he decided to make a gamble.
"Admiral Gorger, the fighter that fired at your ships was originally sent on a peace mission, but I accidentally chose to send an inexperinced pilot, a freak accidnet and my decision cost the lives of many of your brave sailors, I'm deeply sorry about that, our government will be informed and money will be set aside for those soul's families.
We however have a problem with your claim to this island, although it appears on no maps we have the authority to claim this as territory of The Silver Sky because it is so close to our national waters, but we will keep most of our fleet except for this ship and two Endymion-class Cruiser away from the island with the closest ship being within 25nm of the island.

We do ask that you allow my ship and my two escorts to merge with your battlefleet, we can conduct talks on either of our ships or on the island it's self, if on the island we can both bring 20 armed guards each, if on my ship you may bring up to 50, if the talks are on your ship I ask that I may be allowed to bring the same number of guards.

Please take as long as you want to respond."

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OOC: This is my last responce for the nightm I probably won't be online until later saturday or sunday, and sorry, my response are taking too long, I'm chatting with a girl and trying to type at the same time.

OOC: I thought you might like it. :D And "Rubber Ducky Class Destroyers? roflmfao!!!! Where do you get this stuff?


OOC: Mostly I just pull it out of my ass. :D Don't worry about taking too long to post, it's taking me a while to make this up as I go along too. I assume some sort of accident will take place when we meet on the island? I just ask that you let Gorger live long enough to escape... I've got plans for his character.

IC:

Captain Widewaist shivered as he stood on the island shore. There were three other men with him. Three men, he thought. Three survivors. All that's left of my ship... The Adipose was destroyed. They had no radio, no way of contacting the battlegroup to let them know they were alive. No food, either. That was bad news for any shipwrecked survivor, but especially for a Fatus Maxian. "Alright, boys," he said gently to the men who had also made it to shore. "You two come with me to search for edible plants. What's yer name- you stay here and keep a lookout for anymore survivors. If you see a rescue effort, try and signal them somehow."

"Yes, sir!" the ensign said, saluting. Oh, great, Widewaist thought. He's been so traumatized he gives a damn about the chain of command...

****

In the Gulf of Gelatin, some 90nm away, Battlegroups Bland, Chewy and Delicious set out to reinforce Battlegroup Appetizing. They were accompanied by several troop transports, carrying both infantry soldiers and marines. Overhead, several heavy transport planes carrying troops and supplies sliced through the air, on their way to Maltose. They would arrive much more quickly, within four hours. Things were heating up. It was out of the fire into the frying pan, and if there's one thing Fatus Maxians know about, it's frying pans.

****

Admiral Gorger mulled over his options. He could either refuse, engage the enemy, and go down in history as the admiral who led Fatus Maximus into it's first naval conflict in history, or he could agree, and possibly risk his personal capture, torture, and even execution. There was a third option, of course, one he was more inclined to take- leave the bridge, go to his personal office, sit behind his desk, remove a bottle of malt whiskey from the third drawer on the left, and get drunk where he'd be safely out of the way. Unfortunately, he didn't have a bottle of malt whiskey in his desk, so he'd have to agree to Anderson's request.

"I'll do it," he spoke into the radio transmitter. "I'll meet you on the beach southwestern beach in two hours."

OOC:

One... is the loneliest number that you'll ever do...

Two... can be lonely as one...

Especially when your RP partner won't post for you...

OOC: Sorry, I'm on vacation, my cousin has a 26k, and my aunt hates me being on the net(she thinks we're gonna look at porn :rolleyes: )

But I'll be back home on the 18th, be back then! :)

Ok, that's cool.

:stares at watch:

:sighs:

:stares at watch:

:sighs:

:stares at watch:

:D

Hey, if your still there we can restart.... :)

*Hugs DSL* :D

I thought this roleplay had died, hence why I went out to seek others to play with.

I thought this roleplay had died, hence why I went out to seek others to play with.
OOC: It sorta did, but only because my aunt has a 26k and hate me being on the net, not from lack of interest.

OOC: Silver sky, I'm game if you are. Pick up from my last IC post- we're meeting on the southwestern beach.

OOC: Silver sky, I'm game if you are. Pick up from my last IC post- we're meeting on the southwestern beach.
OOC: Of course I'm game, next post should be up before morning, I have tons of stuff to catch up too, I have 50+ emails, it was 100+ earlier, not counting junk.

Ok, that's fine, lol.

:stares at watch:

:sighs:

:stares at watch:

:sighs:

:stares at watch:

:D

Lmao, that gets me everytime! :D

:stares at watch:

:sighs:

:stares at watch:

:sighs:

:stares at watch:

Oh shit!

:Scurries off and types:

:D

OOC: And here it is! do you mind posting the map again, I need some location reference.

IC:
[JOSH-A Military Facility; Some where in the Northern Silver Sky]
Admiral Anderson's came over the satellite feed communication equipment.
"I've begun peace talks, anything about the enemy's forces I should know?"

"Yes." Said Naval Admiral Sutherland. "Satellites have confirmed what we think is four enemy battlegroups similiar to the one you are currently encountering, some troop transports are also head in the general direction of the island, we believe they have claimed it earlier, if possible try to get them to share the island with use, we'll send a few transports with 2000 men and 100 M-100A1 (Silver Sky's designation for the ST-37K1) along with about 150 SOV-06 (should be in Mac's storefront) and assorted artillery pieces(Crusaders and some MRLS with Extended ranged guided missiles(60nm range)) so you have more to bargain with, the 4th fleet is on stand by, 2 divisions are ready to land within 30 minutes of leaving the harbor, they are just finishing loading up, cover will be provided by the 7th Air Force, interm name for the island is the Isle of Endymion. Good luck."

"Thank you sir." Said Admiral Anderson before the screen went blank.

[10nm of the southwestern end of the Isle of Endymion]

The huge shape of the 'Kaitou' floated in the water even the somewhat large waves of the coming storm couldn't move her, just a couple hundred meters away were the two Endymion-Class Cruisers.

A few minutes later the waves had calmed down, a small shape departed the 'Kaitou' and skimmed over the maves, it was a HLCAC (Heavy Landing Craft Air Cushion), aboard was Admiral Anderson 5 assistants 10 armed guards, a MG Styker, a command Stryker, and a M-100A1.

They landed on the beach and set up a sorta command post and tent to shield them from the light rain, they then radioed the FM flagship with their position.

*BUMP* like it's hot...*Bump* it like it's hot...

:D

OOC: Sorry I couldn't post yesterday, it was my sister's Bday. :D

http://www.bowenislandrealestate.info/images/bowen-island-map.jpg

The southwest beach is "Cape Roger Curtis", at least in my imagination. :p

Oh, and when you meet us in your next post, remember to keep in mind our military uniform. Your character's observations on it should be quite entertaining. :D

IC:

Admiral Gorger felt like he was going to throw up. He was stuck in a lifeboat which was getting tossed back and forth on the waves. Five very unfriendly-looking marines sat with him, wearing their military uniforms with pride, weapons in hand or else hanging on their shoulder harnesses. Two other boats carried marines, all of which were rowing towards Maltose's southwest beach. The waves rocked the boats heavily. Fighting nausea, Gorger looked up towards the sky. Dark clouds rumbled across it. Just our luck that a damn hurricane shows up just as we find our new island, he thought gravely. A gust of wind blew past them, sending them all to shivering. Why oh why doesn't the uniform regs allow for sweaters? Gorger wondered.

When they reached shore a large wave thrust the boat onto the beachfront. The lifeboat tipped to the side, spilling Gorger and his men onto the sand. Standing up and brushing the wet sand from his person, he motioned to his men to establish a defensive formation around him. Once the other boats had landed, the marines joined up with them and he nodded. They began the march to Anderson's camp.

Gimme a B!... gimme a U!... Gimme an M!... Gimme a P!... What's that spell!?!

BUMP!

Sorry, my bro's b-day party is today, post will come tonight some time.

:mutters:

...lousy rotten karmic retribution...

Mmm... cake...

:salivates:

Have fun. :D

OOC: 300+lbs. shirtless fat guys..... roflmfao!!!!!!!
My troops are in for a surprise! :D

IC:

Rear Admiral Anderson and his landing party were slightly shock at the sight of many shirtless fat men walking up the beach towards them, but they quickly regained there composure.
'I guess that's why they call their nation Fatus Maximus, but it could have been worse, it could have been many shirtless fat women running across the beach with boobs down to their waist!' Thought the Admiral as he smiled and supressed a snicker.

As the Fatus Maximus soilders came closer Admiral Anderson turned towards who he thought was the commander.
"You must be Admiral Gorger. I'm Admiral Anderson of The Silver Sky 4th Naval Fleet, if you'd like to come into the command post we can conduct talks out of the rain."

[4th Fleet]

Everyone on the ships were jittery, sailors running around manning battlestations just in case, captians thinking about what could happen, Air Commanders briefing their pilots, sub commanders trying to stay hidden, as the hurricane rolled closer (now only 150nm away with a speed of 20mph) a thick air of hesitation rolled in with, one thing was on the minds of all of the sailors, pilots, and submariners... Would this be The Silver Sky's first ever war?

OOC: A third party should jump in about now, if not i can provide some excitiment on my own.

Shall we alert the others or declare this thread open?

[TAG]

Perhaps I will have some Dietzs on patrol "stumble across" this little dispute you two are having. :p

EDIT: What does the situation look like in terms of fleet strength? What are the dispositions of each of your forces?

[TAG]

Perhaps I will have some Dietzs on patrol "stumble across" this little dispute you two are having. :p

EDIT: What does the situation look like in terms of fleet strength? What are the dispositions of each of your forces?
Actually a stumble and maybe a little skrimish is exactly what we need from a third party, and my fleet stats are posted here http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=434323&page=3&pp=15 the majority of the fleet is about 50nm northeast of the island on the page, an SD and 2 cruisers are 10nm off of the island south-eastern tip, subs are patroling in packs of 4, and all of the fleet is at Level 2 Battlestations (at thier post awaiting orders to fire)

[OOC: I can't say I'll put up much of a fight; in fact, if a fight breaks out, we'll probably flee. Dietzs aren't made for fighting. Check out stats for the Dietz here (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=9479835&postcount=50). They'd all be equipped with the 90mm guns, of course, but still, that's not really a big gun. Plus, we don't really care about this island, we just wandered in to see what's going down. :p]

[OOC: I can't say I'll put up much of a fight; in fact, if a fight breaks out, we'll probably flee. Dietzs aren't made for fighting. Check out stats for the Dietz here (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=9479835&postcount=50). They'd all be equipped with the 90mm guns, of course, but still, that's not really a big gun. Plus, we don't really care about this island, we just wandered in to see what's going down. :p]
Nonsense, just bring a few fleets with you, I want a BIG battle. :D

OOC: Now's as good a time as any to start opening it up. Let's do it one at a time, though, not just a free-for-all. Halberdgardia, you're welcome to sign up, but we've got a waiting list in another thread: A MT Island Warefare RP? (First Come First Served Setup Thread) (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=434323)

Silver Sky, I'll TG Barkozy to tell him he can start RPing whenever he wants, since he was the next to sign up. In the meantime, let's see some action. I'll provide a diplomatic incident, and we'll take it from there. :D

IC:

Gorger motioned to the men with him to move into the tent. He noticed that a few of the Silver Skyians (Skians? Silverians?) looked a little sick. One was clearly trying to fight the urge to vomit. He shook his head. Admiral Johnson was clearly a tough boss- he wouldn't even excuse an officer from active duty even if he was ill.

"I hope we'll be able to come to an understanding here, Admiral," he told his counterpart. "We're looking forward to a peaceful outcome to this conflict. Ours is not a warlike nation. I admit, this island is nearer to your territory than it is to ours... perhaps we could discuss some kind of monetary compensation?"

But it was not to be. At that moment three unlikely things happened. First of all, a Fatus Maxian officer working on helping setting up a secondary command tent chipped a steel tool against a support column, creating a spark, which was unlikely because of the precise angle the two items had to scrape against each other at in order to generate the miniature flame. The second unlikely event was a propane tank buried deep beneath the sand by a previously unknown and very evironmentally unfriendly ancient civilization chose that exact moment to sprout a gas leak. And finally, a rare petite blue-bellied warbler flew across the soldiers heads, curious as to what was going on. This of course has nothing to do with anything, but it was very unlikely all the same.

The explosion could clearly be seen from the fleet. Gorger's XO, who had been anxiously staring out the starboard window with his binoculars, nearly choked on his bagel. "Shit!" he shouted, after dislodging the offending bread product. "Launch the fighter squadrons! Order the bombers to make attack runs! They've just committed an act of war!"

Gorger groaned, and sat up on the beach. He was covered in soot and sand, which he did his best to brush off. The blast had been powerful enough to lift him off his feet, which was very impressive indeed, but fortunately it seemed that almost no one had been hurt. "What the hell was that!?!" he demanded of the now crispy looking Admiral Johnson. He groaned. The sand he was sitting in was beginning to feel very uncomfortable. Not for the first time did he wish that the naval uniforms would allow for pants. Or even underpants, he mused miserably.

OOC: Ok, that was beyond humorous, that was great, you should
open a TV station thread with all comedies...

IC:
Rear Admiral Anderson answered. "I'm not sure, but it seems the explosion came from underground." Anderson then got up and looked around, the command tent was destroyed, and a few men were lying on the sand, and one, who he recongnised as Sgt. Barker was puking in the sand. "Barker, you ok? I though I told you to stay on the ship if you were sick." The only answer he got was the sound of more puking.

Just then a marine ran from the tent. "SIR! We have fighters and bombers inbound, FM sir!"

"WHAT!?" Admiral Anderson turned to Admiral Gorger. "Call those planes back! NOW!"

[Neptune-Class Super Dreadnaught 'Kaitou']

The radar screen began to fill with many small blips.
"Sir we have contacts in bound!" Yelled the radar operator.
"Are they friendly son?" Asked Captain Winters
"No sir! They're FM, tons of 'em, they appear to be fighters and bombers" (OOC: Stats Please?)
"Damn! Alert Admiral Anderson, alert the fleet, tell the transports to begin landing now!"
"Everyone to Level 3 Battlestations! Fire on my command!"

[4th Fleet]
After receiving the message from the 'Kaitou' the fleet started to sail towards the 'Kaitou'. Transports began to unload the troops onto the island (near Grafton Bay). Fighters began to scramble and fly towards the incoming aircraft, most were armed with AIM-66 Phoenix IIs and AIM-9X Sidewinders, but every commander had 2 Silencer AAMs(look in Mac's store front, same planes from earliers, only F-133's). Subs began slowly approaching the enemy fleet.

Today was a day of first, the first war, the first use of a Neptune in anger, and the first time a propane tank sparked a war, literally!>

OOC: Done for tonight!

OOC: Poor Sgt. Barker, I can't blame him for feeling a little queezy after encountering 18 Fatus Maxians in full military dress. :D

An Adipose-Class Aircraft carrier can carry 20 Naram-Sin or Widewaist Class Bombers and 60 fighters- either our own Screamer class jet planes or whatever other fighters we've bought from the Macabees and other storefronts. The list is in our factbook. So there are a total of 40 bombers and 120 fighters in the fleet, plus a dozen or so attack helicopters that I haven't really gotten around to counting yet. :D

There are currently 2 sqaudrons (six planes each) of fighters rocketing towards your fleet and 2 squadrons of bombers (again six planes each). And without further ado, we go to war. :D

IC:

Fighter Squadron "White Chocolate" raced towards the enemy fleet. Their objective was simple- together with Fighter Squadron "Mashed Potatoes", they were to take out as many enemy aircraft as possible and provide a defensive screen for Bomber Squadrons "Tasty" and "Zesty." Squadron Leader Stomachson radioed in to the Enormous.

"Report! We have enemy fighters sighted and are moving to engage! Launching missile batteries!"

Heat seeking rockets screamed through the air, launched by both sides. Planes blossomed into firey explosions, and machine gun bullets filled the sky.

Alarms went off in Stomachson's cockpit. "Shit! One of 'ems got a lock on me!" He pulled the stick to the side and broke from the fight. He raced upwards, followed by a Sidewinder missile. "Activating ECM now!" he radioed before flicking a switch. The missile continued after him, unaffected by the jamming device. "Goddamn it!" he hissed. He accelerated, hoping to outrun the missile. It was a speedy lil rocket, but no match for the supersonic speeds of a fighter jet. Once he had lost it, he rocketed back towards the bomber squadrons. Half of their fighter escort had been eliminated, leaving them vulnerable to attack.

****

Below the surface, four Fatus Maxian nuclear submarines patrolled the depths. They didn't look identical- two were smaller and obviously had been constructed differently, having been purchased from Colerica. Sonar pinged, giving away their position but also revealing enemy targets approaching. The radio transmission from the Enormous had just come in, informing them that they were now at combat status.

Captain Chubson of the Push-Up Pop studied his sonar officer's displays. "We have enemy hostiles inbound for Battlegroup Appetizing. Moving to intercept."

Moments later two deadly torpedoes rocketed through the ocean, racing towards the lead enemy sub, bringing death with them.

OOC: God I love your guy's names!
War it is then! Prepared to be blown to tiny itty bitty bite sized pieces for the fishes! :D

Currectly 4 squadrons of F-133s (16 fighters) are engaging your planes, 18 are armed with 8 AIM-66 Phoenix IIs and 4 AIM-9X Sidewinders, 6 squad leaders are armed with 4 AIM-66s 4 AIM-9Xs and 2 Silencer AAMs(The Macabees' store front).

3 Squads of F/A-128 Reën (Rain) Multi-Role Strike Aircraft (stats on same link as F-133 earlier in this thread) armed with 4 'Scourge' anti-ship missile (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=8432489&postcount=7) (2 in internal bays, 2 on wing plyons), and 4 AIM-120 AMRAAM II missiles are approaching your fleet from the east.

The Silver Sky military lingo: Fox 2= AIM-66 or like weapon
Fox 3= AIM-9X or like weapon
Fox 1= Special weapon (silencer, ASM, the like)

Stats for my ships (except a frigate) and Surfaced launched weapons can be found here: http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=404832&page=1

IC:



F-133s raced through the sky avoiding missiles.
"This is blue leader, target the bombers first... Blue Leader, Fox 2!
"Blue 2, Fox 2!"
"Blue 3, Fox 2"
"Blue 4, Fo-OH SHIT!"
One Phoenix from each of the planes raced towards the bombers while a F-133 (or what's left of it) fell towards the ocean.
"This is Red Leader, Red squadron, engage bombers, weapons free!"
"Omega Squadron, target bombers, weapons free, weapons free!"
"War Dog Squadron! Engage the fighters, Fox 3, Fox 3!!!"

Hornet Medium-Ranged SAMs opened fire from the Neptune and Endymion-Class ships at the fighters and bombers. (18 missiles)

[Submarine Squad [I]'Dagger', Navarre-class SSN 'Comberth']]

"Incoming Torpedoes!" Yelled the sonar operator. "Confirmed 4 FM submarines, range 12,000!"
"Launch tubes 1 & 2, release countermeasures, tell the Skipjack, Flapjack and Lumberjack to do the same. Begin evasive manuvers."
8 'Silver' anti-ship and ASW torpedoes blasted out of the tubes and rocketed towards the FM subs as the Navarre-Class Subs launched decoys and twisted in the water to avoid the torpedoes. Onewas fooled by the decoys and exploded 500ft from the nearest sub causing only very light damage, another made contact with the 'Comberth' blowing a small hole in the outer hull.
"Sir! Torpedo impacted, hull 1 has sprung a leak compartments 6-9 are flooding!"
"Damnit! Tell the others to keep on the offensive. Emergency Blow! Hang onto somethings."
"The submarine managed to surface safely, although it were to heavily damaged to be any really threat, it turned back towards the mainland.

[Squadrons Orange, Alpha, and Blacknights, 700km from the FM battlefleet ]

12 F/A-128 Reën skimmed the sea at an alttitude of 300ft towards the FM battlefleet with assistance from a E-2 AWACs.
"All squads target weapons, aim for the cruisers, carriers and battleships."
"Yes sir!"
The squads waited to get 400km from the ships.
"Weapons Free, Weapons Free!!!! Fox 3, Fox 3, Fox, 3!!"
36 'Scourge' anti-ship missiles raced at Mach 2 towards the FM ships.

OOC: Casualties: 4 F-133 Fighters; 3 pilots, one a drift
15 crew men from the Comberth, Comerth temporaily out of action.

OOC: Flapjack? And I thought I had a talent for funny names. :D

IC:

Above the Silver Sky's ships the battle raged on. There were only a few remaining Fatus Maxian planes left, either taken out by enemy fighters or missiles launched by the cruisers below. Two of the surviving fighter jets had broken from the engagement to race back towards the aircraft carriers, needing repairs after having been shot up by machine gun fire pretty badly. Squadron Commander Stomachson grimaced beneath his flight helmet. His was the only Squadron White Chocolate plane remaining in the fray. Commander Fatman of Squadron Mashed Potatoes' had been one of the first to be destroyed when they engaged the enemy, making him default commander of the surviving planes.

His radio crackled as fighter pilots reported in. "They're going after the bombers first! We've got eight bombers left! No! Seven! Repeat, seven remaining bombers!" radioed one frantic pilot.

"I'm hit! I'm hit! Breaking for repairs!" said another.

"Guard those bombers!" Stomachson barked. "Attention bomber pilots! Now would be a REALLY GOOD TIME TO START LAUNCHING BOMBS!"

"Understood, sir! This is Tasty Squadron Commander Porker! Keep those enemy fighters away from us and we'll keep bombing as long as we're able!"

"Engaging enemy planes! Firing! Alright! I've scored a hit!" reported a jubliant fighter pilot.

"Taking fire! Shit! I've got an AAM on my tail! I can't- AAARGG!" This last transmission was followed by a burst of static.

"Damnit people, let's move!" ordered Stomachson. "Let's give these bastards something to remember us by!"

His plane rocketed onwards, firing bursts of machine gun spray indiscriminately towards enemy planes. Two Mashed Potato planes moved into formation behind him, launching their rockets at the opponents darting in front of them. The enemy returned fire, and the plane to his right vaporized in a massive fireball. The plane to his left radioed in.

"I'm out of missile batteries, sir. Should I return for resupply?"

Stomachson shook his helmet. "I'm sorry. I really wish I could let you. But these bombers HAVE to get through, son. If they don't then all our boys will have died for nothing. We need people to stick around as decoys. Understand?"

A gulp came over the transmission. "Yes, sir."

"Atta boy. Give 'em hell!"

The two planes raced away from each other, splitting up and targeting the fighters harassing the bombers. Stomachson fired his machine guns as he passed. The plane didn't explode, but he thought he chewed up it's left wing pretty bad.

At that moment, the bombers arrived directly over the main fleet. Anti-aircraft missiles roared through the air as the ships launched them, hoping to take out the enemy. Two of the Widewaist class bombers were blown to pieces before they could even launch their cargo, but it was too late to stop the rest. The five surviving bombers opened their bays, and began raining smart bombs on the ships below. Most were only able to drop the first part of their slavos before being torn apart by enemy fire, but Stomachson thought that at least two were able to launch their full complement of bombs. He turned his plane around, hoping to tear up a few more fighter jets before he broke for home, but his cockpit alarms started flashing and beeping, signaling that a guided missile was locked on to his plane. I wish I could have done more was his last thought before the missile crashed into his tail and blew him to pieces.

***

The Push-Up Pop closed on the Skipjack. "Two torpedoes closing!" reported on of the technicians, scared. "Launch countermeasures! Get us out of it's path!" barked Captain Chubson. The two torpedoes raced for the sub, but at the last minute turned away and destroyed the decoys. Chubson heaved a sigh of relief.

The Raxis class subs, however, with their less sophisticated technology, did not fare as well as the larger Baby Ruth class subs. Two torpedoes tore into the side of the Stuffed, causing a large explosion. The submarine tore in two, both halves sinking towards the ocean floor. The shock wave from the blast shook the other ships and threw off one of the torpedoes racing towards the Obese, but the other torpedoe crashed into it, causing lots of damage.

"Damn it," Chubson cursed. "Return fire! Close on their position!"

****

Meanwhile, the battlegroup was in chaos. Crewmen raced around the ships, reaching their stations and manning weapons.

"Bombers closing fast! They've launched ASMs, sir!"

Gorger's XO (who has remained nameless and will continue to do so for the forseeable future :D) swore. "Launch the anti-missile missiles! Prepare the anti-aircraft guns! Anti-aircraft missiles to be launched as soon as the planes get in range!"

The Silver Sky's missles raced toward their targets. As soon as they were within sight the battlegroup's sophisticated AMM System went into effect, launching scores of counter-missiles in the hopes that they would save the ships. Explosions tore through the sky above the battlegroup, as missile impaced against missile. The Enormous shuddered as two missiles broke through the defensive sphere surrounding the battlegroup and collided with it's hull. Thank God for modern armoring, thought the XO. Other ships were not so lucky. Though for the most part the missiles were warded off by the AMMs, a few slipped through and collided with some destroyers. Two collided with one Rubber Ducky class destroyer and blew the ship apart. A few other ships were took severe hits.

Finally, the onslaught stopped. The crew breathed a sigh of relief. "Don't relax", the XO told them. "There'll be more missiles soon."

The radio crackled to life. "This is Admiral Gorger! XO! I'm ordering you to turn those planes around!"

The XO gaped, bewildered. "Admiral! You're alive!"

"Yes, I'm alive! Don't attack the enemy!"

"But sir- we've already attacked them. They've destroyed most of the planes we sent. They sent bombers of their own! We're at war, sir!"

"Dammit, cease fire! This war ends now!" Gorger thundered.

The XO was interrupted by a technician. "Bombers are closing, sir! They've launched another salvo!"

The XO sighed. "I'm sorry, sir," he whispered. "It's too late."

****

Gorger swore and flung the radio in the sand. He turned to Anderson. "There's nothing I can do," he told his opponent. The marines around him raised their weapons, aiming at the enemy soldiers. "We're at war."

OOC: Casualties

Aircraft-

8/12 Fighters Destroyed

10/12 Bombers Destroyed

Subs-

1/4 Subs Destroyed

1/4 Subs Seriously Damaged

Ships-

1/6 Destroyers Destroyed

3/6 Destroyers Seriously Damaged

The Enormous, our battleship, is lightly damaged.

OOC: Damn, I had a better post but then my internet window froze!

And for reference, my fleet:

1x Neptune-class Trimaran Super Dreadnaught (SDN)
1x Gavin Newsom-class Trimaran hyper carrier (CVNH)
2x Atlantic-class Trimaran large battleships (BBLN)
2x Antietam-class Guided Missile Battleship (BBGN)
2x Victory-class Trimaran fleet carriers (CVN)
4x Agamemnon-class arsenal ships (AN)
6x Endymion-class Trimaran large cruisers (CLN)
6x Commandant-class Trimaran guided missile cruiser (CGN)
24x Evermore-class GP destroyers (DD)
24x Wingate-class Trimaran AA frigates (AAFG)
24x McDonough-class ASW frigates (ASWF)
20x Navarre-class SSN (Usually operates independently)
Total: 116 (Plus supply ships)
Another fleet is moving 300nm west from the FM battlegroup in an attempt to cut off their escape. :D

IC:

"Sir! The bombers managed to drop their loads!"
"Damn, target the bombs with the Yellow Jacket Mini-SAM's, and the 5 inchers.

35mm shells from the Rattlesnake CIWS systems lit up the rapidly dimming sky (hurricane is close remember, it’ll be night too in a couple hours NS time) along with the light from the Yellow Jackets and the blast from the 5 inch guns firing ‘Metal Storm’ Canisters. Dozens of the bombs were impacted by the AA fire, but a few managed to get through impacting the ’Kaitou’s’ side armor and the deck causing no more the superficial damage, 2 more bombs impacted an Endymion knocking out a Rattlesnake and slightly damaging a turret, the other Endymion was more lucky, only taking a hit to the side were only slight damage was done, two more bombs fell short and far of the cruiser.

*************************************

“Incoming missiles, beginning evasive maneuvers!” Yelled a frantic F/A-128 pilot after shooting his missiles.

“No son! Stay low, the waves provide cover!” Yelled Squadron Leader Urwin.

It was too late, a missile impacted the idiot’s plane, “All planes, keep as low as possible, full afterburner, engage the anti-IR seeker laser, turn on active EMP directional jammers, release chaff and flares, head towards the battleship, I’ve got a present for them.”

“But sir that’s suicidal!!!”

“Shut your suck hole Lt. and do as you’re told!”

The remaining 11 fighters flew threw the FM formation.

“There’s too many of them, I can avoid them *BOOM*… ARGH!!!!” yelled a pilot as he was hit and crashed into a FM ship.

“I got a missile on my tail!!! I can’t shake it!! Ah shit!!!!” *KABOOM* another fighter was lost to a missile.

Another fighter was lost to CIWS fire, then another to AAA.

“Keep formation, I’m almost in range!” Yelled Commander Urwin.

Another fighter went down in a blaze of glory.

“I’m in range, you can break off!!!” Yelled the commander as the last 4 fighters broke formation and hauled ass towards the friendly fleet.

Commander Urwin flipped a switch to arm his 2 Bayonet Ultra Large torpedoes (same place as the other torpedo), “Take this you fat bastards!!!” he yelled as he launched both torpedoes towards the ‘Enormous’.

As he pulled up right before he impacted the ship his fighter was riddled with bullets and he flew directly in front of the bridge, he then ejected before his plane exploded into the fireball that rivaled that of a lighting a match behind a fat man as he farts after eating refried beans. (Can you save him; I have plans for him in future RPs and maybe this one)

*************************************

The F-133's had done their job; they had beaten back the FM Fighters and bombers while taking minimal losses themselves.

"Should we pursue the fleeing fighter’s sir?" Asked a pilot.

"No." said the commander of War Dog Squadron. "All fighters hold position above the 'Kaitou', all squads report in."

"This is Red 2, we lost Red leader."

"This is Blue Leader, I've got heavy damage to my left wing, requesting permission to land, and we also lost Blue 3."

"Permission Granted." Said the Commander

"This is Omega 3, I'm the only one left, though Omega Leader managed to bail out."

"Ok, hold position and await reinforcements." Said the Commander.

A voice came over the fighter’s radio. "This is Black Wing Commander Stevens from the carrier 'High Tide', reinforcements have arrived," As if on cue 72 F-133's swarmed above the 'Kaitou'. "You can land now."

"Roger that, you heard the man!" Said War Dog Commander.

*************************************

2 B-300A Bombers (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=423889&highlight=B-300) armed with 36 GWS.52 Pelican anti-ship missiles (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=8432489&postcount=7) each soared at Mach 2.2 about 60,000ft above the battle, they were escorted by 4 F-133's.

"This is the Stork, come in Hatchery, requesting permission to launch the babies." Said on of the pilots of the lead B-300

"Stork, this is the Hatchery, Operation Egging is a go! Release the babies, make some ships scrambled."

"Roger that command, commencing launch protocol."

"Arming...opening bomb bays...target, FM battlegroup...acquiring targets...target's locked...missiles launching in 3...2...1...Missiles away, missiles away."

72 Pelican anti-ship missiles plummeted to a mere 300 hundred meters before igniting their engines and descending to mere meters above the waves and racing towards their targets.

The bombers raced back towards the mainland blasting Livin’ La Vida Loca over the custom installed 200watt speakers.

***********************************
Aboard the Skipjack

“We have 2 confirmed hits on an enemy sub, sub destroyed! Another sub was also hit but is still working.”

“Incoming torpedoes, 4 of them!”

“Evasive maneuvers! Launch the decoys, fire tubes 3 and 4, have the Flapjack and the Lumberjack do the same.”

The four torpedoes sliced through the water towards the Skipjack, the combined decoys of the three subs managed to distract two torpedoes which impacted the decoys, while one was thrown off course by the blast and exploded 50m from the starboard side of the Lumberjack causing light damage, the last torpedo impacted the Skipjack and made a large, but not heavily damaging dent in the outer hull and small bolts to pop in the inner one, nothing damage control couldn’t handle.

**********************************

The Silver Sky marines raised their BAR-34s(check sig) and were about to fire when Admiral Anderson raised his hand for them to stop, he the snapped his fingers and on cue and ST-37 lumbered out onto the beach behind the Fatus Maximus marines with it’s cannon and machine guns leveled at them and a Stryker came up besides them surrounding them.

“I don’t want to kill you or your Marines, you’re surrounded, so I suggest you surrender, if you do we may still be able to salvage this situation.”

“Sir we managed to contact the ’Kaitou’, they’re sending a few frigates and a HLCAC. We’ve also received a transmission for the 8th Division; they’ve landed and are advancing with the 9th Division and the 1st and 2nd Brigade of the 10th Division, they’ll be arriving within the hour to set up defensive position, headquarters is also sending a few Army Engineers and the rest of the 10th Division to set up an radar post, airfield and PAC-500 Patriot Batteries.”

“Good, tell headquarters we’ll be waiting.” Admiral Anderson starred at Admiral Gorger.

OOC: Forgot losses.

Fighters guarding the ship: 5/16 lost, 1 pilot ejected
Attacking fighters: 8/12 fighters lost, 1 pilot ejected

Submarines: 1/4 heavily damage (20 crew dead), 1/4 medium damage (3 crew lost).

Ships: 1/2 cruisers slighty damaged, one CIWS gun lost, 2 crew lost.

OOC: One big ole' BUMP for FM or whoever wants to post next...

Gorger glared at Anderson for a moment, then sighed. "There's nothing we can do boys," he told his marines. "Lower your weapons." The Silver Sky's soldiers surrounded them and quickly removed their guns, training their weapons on them and awaiting their reinforcements.

****

"Damage report!" barked the XO as the burning debris of the fighter plane that had just fired on them rained down on the front deck of the battleship.

"Severe damage to the front deck, sir!" a technician shouted. "VLS tubes 1-3 were damaged by the torpedoes, it'll be a week in dry dock before we get them operational."

"What about the forward rail gun?"

"Once we clear away the debris it'll be fine, sir."

The XO grunted. "Do we have a list of casualties yet?"

"No sir. We're thinking there were at least twenty men on the forward deck, sir."

"Damn. Ok, get me Fatopia. I need to inform the Prime Minister that-"

"Sir!" shouted another officer. "Anti-ship missiles incoming!"

"Son of a bitch! Fire the AAMS!"

A barrage of anti-missiles burst forward from the rocket launchers onboard the ships of the battlegroup, locking onto targets and racing towards them. The ECCM maintained by the central ship computers allowed them to maintain a clear line of sight despite the fact that the incoming Pelicans were equiped with jamming devices. The battlegroup's missile defense shield, however, was designed to protect against bombs dropped from above, not those approaching just over the ocean, meaning that most of the counter-missiles had to redirect themselves, leaving large gaps enemy rockets could penetrate through. Explosions lit up everything, missiles vaporizing in bright flashes of flames. Missiles crashed into ships, blowing them apart, while enormous booms reached the crew of other vessels as the struggled to endure the onslaught.

Two of the destroyers were bombed immediately, and they blew to pieces as soon as the bombs impacted. A third destroyer's missile shield protected it for a while before missiles crashed into it as well, blowing it apart. Frigates, who had escaped the last battery of guided rockets, now took a heavy beating, several of them being blown out of the water. Even the Enormous, with the most sophisticated missile shield in the fleet, took a few hits. When it was all said and done, the fleet was a disaster.

"Reports incoming! It's the Huge, sir! It took five direct hits and is going down!"

"Holy hell!" the XO sputtered. "That's half our aircraft capability!" He shook his head, willing himself to be calm. "Ok, alright. Instruct the crew to abandon ship, except for flight technicians and pilots. I want them to launch as many planes as humanly possible before they bail."

"Incoming from outside deck, sir," a comm officer reported. "Marines on the front deck say they've caught the pilot that launched the torpedo attack. He ejected after we shot up his ship. They say he won't give anything but his name and number."

The XO grunted again. "Looks like I'll have to have a little talk with him, then." He turned to his fleet operations manager. "Launch the Naram-Sins from the Bellyson and have as many fighters as we can get from the Huge serve as escorts. I want at least four bomber squadrons and twice as many escorts."

"Yes sir!"

****

In the darkening skies there came the noise of heavy transport ships thundering towards their destination.

"Enormous, this is Transport Squadron Commander Roundwaist. How's your situation?"

The XO's voice crackled over the Squadron Commander's radio. "Thank God you're here. This is getting to be a goddamn one-sided massacre. The Admiral is on the island. I don't know what's going on. He's with the enemy fleet commander on the southwest beach. I don't know what his situation is. You have to perform a rescue mission."

"Copy that, Enormous. Anything else you want?" Roundwaist asked, her voice thick with sarcasm.

"When are the other battlegroups gonna get here?" the XO asked her.

"In a few hours. Can you hold out that long?"

Static came over through the radio, followed by the XO's reply. "I sure as hell hope so."

****

The insertion teams onboard the lead transport were being briefed. "Ok, we'll be over the island in twelve minutes. We drop in, we open fire on the skinnys, take back the Admiral and his entourage and hold the beach long enough for the planes to land with their supplies."

An older soldier raised his hand. "What kind of armaments are the enemy holding?"

"As far as we know, just machine guns. TeleOPS has shown signs of a tank on the beach where Admiral Gorger is supposed to be."

"How do we take that out?" a corporal asked.

"Eight of you will be equipped with MUNCHYsAnd you thought it would be so easy?. Try and take it out on the way down, otherwise all of you go for it on the ground. Understood?"

"Yes, sir!" they chorused together.

Their team leader nodded approvingly. "Then let's suit up."

****

Gorger stood on the beach, two very unfriendly-looking soldiers standing on either side of him pointing machine guns at him. Anderson was radioing reinforcements, ordering them to move into his position. He was getting antsy. He wanted back on his ship. He wanted this goddamn skirmish nipped in the bud. Most of all, he wanted to go home and get drunk.

A roar filled the air as a massive transport plane flew overhead. "That's not one of ours!" shouted a soldier.

The back door of the plane slid open and out jumped two dozen Fatus Maxian Drop Specialists. Unlike the others in the Fatus Maxian armed services, they wore fullbody jumpsuits, the only relief those who faced them in combat had in their presence. They were trained in parachute insertion (special parachutes originally designed to carry elephants) but this plane was over fourty feet above the ground, so they went without parachutes this time. They leapt from the plane, machine guns and pistols in hand.

Lt. Commander Pudge J. Largelard dove from the plane. The Fatus Maxian's unique surface area allowed him to fall standing up, while holding a MUNCHY 9 Rocket Launcher over his shoulder. As he fell to the earth, he swung the heavy gun around and launched an HEAA shell towards the ST-37 on the ground. It traveled 300 feet per second towards the enemy tank, exploding next to the armored vehicle. The tank wasn't destroyed but the soldiers next to it were blown away.

Lt. Cmdr. Largelard hit the ground on his feet and rolled, his heavy bulk providing more than enough insulation for the shock of sudden landing. Around him machines guns blazed as the Silver Sky soldiers exchanged fire with the insertion team. Jumping back up to his feet, he steadied his aim and fired another rocket. It raced forward and hit the enemy tank head on. He had little time to celebrate, however, for a spray of machine gun bullets hit his left shoulder, downing him.

Complete chaos reigned. Soldiers were firing blind, hitting friend and foes alike. While the two soldiers next to him were distracted, Gorger tackled them, crushing them into the sand. Once he was sure they wouldn't get up, he stood back up. A panicked marine swung his gun around to face the Admiral, but a quick backhand swipe from an 80 pound hunk of armmeat sent him sprawling. He grabbed the man's gun and fired bullets into the air.

When it was all over bodies were strewn across the sand, both Fatus Maxian and otherwise. There were several injured soldiers, but fortunately a bullet has to do some considerable work to penetrate very far into a Fatus Maxian. Gorger held his assualt rifle on Anderson and his men. "We're taking back this beach, Rear Admiral," he said in a low voice. And the island.

****

Within minutes the eight transport planes had undergone verticle landings, spilling troops onto the sand. They quickly began fortifying their position, setting up a perimeter of soldiers with assualt rifles, sniper rifles and even a few MUNCHYs. The rest began unpacking equipment, setting up a Mobile Command Base and installing portable SAM and SAAM batteries. Gorger radioed the Enormous.

"Is my baby still in one peice?"

"Admiral!" the XO's relieved voice came over the unit. "Yes sir! It's a bit bruised up, but it'll hold, sir."

"Glad to hear it. I'm getting off this god forsaken island, ya here? I'll be back on ship in half an hour," Gorger relayed.

"Yes, Admiral. How's it going on the beach?"

"I'm not quite sure yet. I'll tell you when I'm back on board." Switching off the radio, he marched over to where Anderson was being held captive.

"Alright, you peice of shit, call your forces off! I swear I'll do the same! We can end this war now!" he exclaimed, thrusting the radio at the rear admiral.

OOC:

Which of course we can't. :D

I'm sorry that I had to capture Anderson and his men, but I'm planning on having my forces occupy the southwestern part of the island and I seem to remember you saying you would take the northeast half, so I figure you can advance in my direction and we can have it out in the middle. I'll let you have Anderson and his men succeed in a daring escape plot if you want.

Casualties:

3/5 Destroyers destroyed
4/12 Frigates destroyed
1/1 Battleships lightly damaged (more damaged than last time, though :D)
1/2 Aircraft Carriers sunk (eventually)
4/20 Insertion team members dead
3/16 Captured Marines (on the beach) dead

OOC: So you captured them eh? I kind don't like how my ST-37K1 (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=434354) was taken out so quickly, but oh well.... :D

IC:

Admiral Anderson was unphased by the huge mans actions and remained calm, he politely refused the radio saying in a firm voice. "While I didn't want this war to begin, I will not lose, I will not surrender. And besides, you're not the only one with an ace up your sleeve."

A distinct *Whoop-Whoop-Whoop* could be heard just over the next hill. Just then 10 SAH-27A "Peregrine" (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=417680) attack helicopters and 4 BlackHawk helicopters flew over the hill towards the camp, they surrounded the camp and the BlackHawks hovered mere inches above the sand.

"This isn't over yet commander, you may have the beach, but you fleet will be crushed, and I'll be the one doing it." Said Admiral Anderson as a BlackHawk with it's mini gun pointed at Admiral Gorger landed next to him, the wounded and alive wer loaded into the helicopters.

Admiral Anderson once again turned towards the FM Admiral and said, "Good day to you sir, I hope we shall meet on the field of battle once again, for now, enjoy the beach." He smilied as the blackhawks lifted off and sped towards the "Kaitou".

The SAH-27s waited until the blackhawks were gone.

"Ok, the BlackHawks are out or range, open fire!!!" Yelled the Squad Commander.

Rocket, missile, and Chain gun fire ripped threw the air and blew any SAM and SAAM battery that was built or being built totally destorying them and taking a few FMs with them, under the chaos the ST-37 and Stryker beat a retreat.

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Aboard the BlackHawk Admiral Anderson picked up the radio.

"Hello? Captain Winters? It's me Admiral Anderson."

"Admiral!?" Came Captain Winter's voice over the radio. "You're alive!"

"Yes, I'm alive, I'm on a Blackhawk headed towards your ship, we had an unexpected surprise and a few wounded, but we're fine now, how's the battle?"

"Going well sir, we have satellite confirmation that most of the enemy fleet is damaged with a large number sunk, we have a damaged submarine and that's about it, but we've detected at least 3(OOC: 3 right?) enemy battlegroups and a large number of transports heading towards the island, presumably reinforcements, the 1st Fleet is heading to cut them off."

"1st Fleet huh? I assume Grand Admiral Sutherland(Head of the navy) is commanding."

"No he isn't sir, headquarters thought Rear Admiral Rebecca Bock should handle it herself, she should make quick work of the Fatus Maximus ships, especially with the 'Neptune' at her disposal."

"I hope so, it's not often a new Admiral get's such a large order, I'm almost to the ship, we'll talk more when I get their."

"Yes sir."

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Command Post Alpha, Beachhead Bravo, Isle of Endymion (Grafton Bay)

"Commander, they succeeded in rescuing Rear Admiral Anderson, we can procced in taking the island, command says we should do so quickly because a large enemy landing fleet is heading for the island." Said Commander Preston.

"Thank you commander." Said Corp Commander Three Star General Erwin Glasgow, "Tell the 1st, 2nd, 8th, and 9th Bridages to mount up, the lands some what flat so tell them infantry should not be out in the open, use tanks and IFVs, tell them to set up defesive positions here, here, here, and here. (http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y10/68157Silver/bowen-island-map.jpg) I want Crusader and HellSpawn MLRS, SAM, and SAAMM(Surface-to-Air Anti Missile Missle) Batteries there too, send some snipers on Mongoose ATVs to scout the enemy positions, I want to know everything about the enemy force I'm waking, from their numbers to their commander."

"Yes sir!" said the Commanders as he ran out of the command post.

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At least 2000 ST-37K1 tanks started up, drivers, commanders, and gunners raced to their vehicles, a few of the 70+ Ton machines lumbered ahead reaching their 40+mph topspeed as they roared across the flat plan, they were followed by Anti-infantry Strykers and some Armored Engineering vehicles.

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The sliding door to the bridge opened revealing Admiral Anderson trying to button up his new uniform after replacing his now dirty one.

"Any updates?" Asked Admiral Anderson as he sat down in his big chair and fixed his hat.

"We've now merged with the fleet, except for the AA and some ASW frigates who hung back to support the beachhead, we have 3 wings (216 planes) of F-133s on CAP stationed above us at 20,000 feet, we're loading up 4 squads of F/A-128s with ASMs for another strike to cripple the enemy battle group before we engage them directly." Said Captain Winters from the bridge window.

Admiral Anderson smiled, "Any think that should worry me Captain?"

"Well, RADAR and LIDAR as well as satellite have picked up a large bomber formation, about 48 with twice as many fighters as escorts, 144 total planes, same types we encountered before, 40 miles from the SAM coverage and closing."

"Hmm, all ships to level 3 battlestations, fire on my command!."

A transmission came over the radio, "This is Fighter Group 5 Commander Wiese, moving to engage enemy fighters."

"Negative commander, fire your Long range missiles as the fleet launches their SAMs."

"Captain, how long until the F/A-128s are finished taking-off?"

"They're done sir, the last onejust merged with the formation."

"Good tell them to stay low and procced with the mission."

"Sir! Enemy formation within SAM range in 10!...9...8...7..."

"Does every ship have a lock!?"

"6...5...4..."

"Yes sir! So do the fighters!"

"3...2...1....Within range sir!!!"

"Commence firing, fire, fire fire!!!"

Hundreds of SAMs streaked threw the sky leaving trails of smoke behind them, all 216 F-133s fired a single AIM-66, this would be more then enough to completely decimate the FM fighter and bomber group.

This was no longer a isolated war who's news was just reaching the nations cities, this was an all out slaughter.

OOC: Well that's my post, a third party should join in at any time, I'm getting tired of slaughtering FM's forces, lol j/k :D

OOC: Hey, I never actually said I TOOK OUT your tank... I just said I scored a direct hit. :D

And excuse me, but I've got a perimeter set up around the base camp filled with soldiers with rocket launchers and you think you can waltz in with helicopters? Luckily for your airmen, all my soldiers carrying MUNCHYs just happened to be bending down to tie their shoelaces simultaneously, or you would have been in big trouble, mister... :p

All out slaughter, eh? Those are no ordinary bombers you just fired upon...


IC:

The bombers were drawing close to the enemy fleet when their proximity alarms went off. "SAMs inbound!" screamed fighter pilots, who began performing exotic manuvers in an attempt to escape the incoming missiles.

The calm voice of Naram-Sin Squadron Commander Flab "Big Belly" Widewaist crackled over their radios. "Relax, ladies and gents, this isn't anything we can't handle. Naram-Sins 1 through 20, pull ahead and launch automated AAM stocks now! Naram-Sins 21-48, pull back and ready your ASMs!"

The designated bombers took the lead in the formation, pulling ahead of even their fighter escorts and forming a "V" shape. As the first missiles arrived from the fleet ahead, the bomber bay doors opened and out slid the racks of missile containers. Upon signals from the crewmen inside the planes, the AAMs rocket out of their clips, automatically targeting the nearest SAM and firing itself directly at it.

Massive explosions filled the air. Missile contrails zigged and zagged across the sky as swarms of rockets launched in all directions. Fireballs laced the sky in front of the bomber formation as missiles collided and detonated. The sophisticated and VERY expensive computer software aboard the Naram-Sins served to counter the jamming devices employed by the enemy SAMS, unscrambling the disruptive broadcasts and relaying the SAMs' exact location to the bombs' microprocessor. Explosions were heard everywhere, both in the sky outside the planes and over the pilot's radios as excited bomber technicians made "Kaboom" noises as they ensured the planes kept on firing.

A few SAMS broke through the defensive net, obliterating a couple of fighter jets and and blowing the wing off of a Naram-Sin, ensuring it would break up completely as it plummeted into the ocean waves below. But within minutes the entire first battery of enemy missiles had been done away with, blown to pieces by the awe-inspiring Naram-Sins.

"Ok, boys, it's showtime! Bombers 1-20, adjust to anti-fighter armaments! Bombers 21 through 40, open fire!" Barrages of ASMs took off and headed directly towards the Silver Sky fleet, their onboard targeting systems automatically selecting the ships nearest to them. The Naram-Sins cycled through their missile payload, firing uncountable missiles. Fighters zoomed around the mess, both Fatus Maxian and Silver Sky planes occasionally colliding with a missile accidentally and exploding into a thousand pieces. One unfortunate Fatus Maxian plane had it's powerful ID transponder blown off by a Silver Sky fighter and was automatically targeted by one of the hundreds of anti-fighter rockets zooming through the atmosphere around them. Bombers were taken out by the occasional SAM or fighter-launched rocket, but nothing could stop the endless barrage.

Once the second part of the squadron had delivered about half of their payload, they turned around and took off at supersonic speeds for resupply. Most of their fighter escort had been eliminated, either by enemy or friendly fire, and they had taken severe casualties, but the job had been done. Thousands of miniature warheads had rained firey death upon the enemy ships.

OOC: That last section may have seem like I was Godmodding. No, sir, I was not. The Naram-Sins (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=8604139&postcount=39) are scary as hell. I paid good money for those, and damned if I'm not gonna use 'em! I fired about half their payload at your fleet, which is about 28,000 missiles. Macabees himself only uses one of those planes in his airforce. I bought 200. :D

IC:

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On the island things were getting a bit chaotic. After the helicopter assualt, troops scrambled to set up the SAMs that were still in their crates. The frigates Tubbard and Fatbelly moved into position near the southern shore to help guard the beach and deliver more supplies to the base camp.

Base Commander Seargent Big Sumoson barked orders to his troops. "We have two objectives!" he shouted while supervising Humvee unloading. "Hold off the enemy for three hours until our troop transports can arrive with reinforcements to fortify this command base with, and clear an area large enough to support those reinforcements when they arrive. That means we move out in full force!"

Snipers and gunners took their places in the small but growing fleet of Humvees and began patrolling the surrounding area. Rocket launcher carrying troops donned camoflage and hid themselves in the surrounding forest, ready to obliterate any unfortunate enemy soldiers that stumbled upon their location. The remaining SAM and SAAM batteries were installed, providing at least a little bit of coverage for the command center. Troop divisions began marching in force, grenades at the ready and with assault rifles drawn. The man gave them the beach, and they weren't gonna give it up so easily.

OOC: Last post before bed, and just so you know, every ship launched 10 SAMs, and every fighter launched 1 missile, that's over 500 missiles you have zooming at 144 planes, even with Mac's stuff, you're gonna be slaughtered, and sorry about the choppers, I didn't want to make your guys fire on mine cause then I'd have to kill them, if you haven't noticed my Admiral is trying to avoid that... :D

OOC: A single Naram-Sin can hold two thousand eight hundred and eighty missiles, and I had 20 covering my squadrons with AMMs :eek:

I'm not upset about the helicopter thing, that's alright. Your soldiers got balls, I'll give 'em that... :D

OOC: There is a difference between weight of the missiles and size, I doubt they could hold two thousand eight hundred and eighty missiles, but hey, I'll let it go, and sorry about the long wait, been busy all day, next post should be up in at least 30 mins.

Ok, make it only one thousand missiles per plane. :p

I'll be waiting. :D

IC:

Millions of shells streaked threw the air, even the guns of the battleships and the "Kaitou" made themselves heard as they fired huge MetalStorm Canisters towards the incoming bomblets,but what was even more awesome was the site of 4 Massive Ordance Air Bursts, almost as powerful as a nuclear weapon, which almost completely decimated the incoming bombs, the rest were mopped up by AAA.

Admiral Anderson shielded his eyes from the bright flashes of the MOAB warheads, they were part of the Silver Sky's standard missile system, the system was more brute force then overly sophisticated technology, it included multiple single kiloton nuclear warheads and MOABs for massive attacks such as these, the MOABs were detonated high enough to keep the ships safe and low enough not to harm the fighters.

Admiral anderson looked over the fleet, the cruisers, carriers, battleships, and most destoyers were unharmed or only lightly damaged, the bomblets had been too small to do serious damage, a few frigates however had been damaged seriously, one was sunk and 6 more were sinking, 2 were still afloat but ablaze.

"Fleet status Captain?"

"Most ships survied, but we did lose a few frigates, most of the enemy escorts and destroyed, the fighters have followed the fleeing bombers and are mopping up."

"Good, this should be easy, were's the 1st fleet."

"Appox. 150 miles from the enemy transport fleet, enemy transport fleet should arrive in a few hours, we have 10 B-300ELs in bound to bomb the fleet, shouldn't be much of a threat."

"Good, I want to head full speed for the remaining enemy ships, where are the strike fighters?"

"5 minutes and closing on the enemy battlegroup."

"Good."

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"Pursue the enemy bombers!"

"Roger that Tango Leader, arming Silencers! Firing! Fox 3, Fox 3!"

100 Silencer missiles departed from their launchers and streaked towards the bombers, they were soon followed by another volley of Phoenixes.

"Get those bastards!" Yelled a pilot as he launched a missile towards an enemy fighter.

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High above the battle at about 80,000ft was a 747-AWACS keeping track of the battle and reporting to squad leaders.

"How many have we lost

"Tango leader, radar spike!(lock-on), evade, evade!" yelled a radar operator.

"Bravo Leader, got a lock on a bandit!" said another.

A transmission came over the radio "This is Serpent Leader, We're 3 minutes from launch point, Snake leader is 3 minutes from his,, requesting permission to commence operations."

"Green light, green light to engage."

"Yes sir."

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"Ok, you heard the man, Operation Fatal Blow is a go!" Said Commander Roberts as he armed his 4 Pelican ASM, he had 12 pilots in his flight with another flight of 12 heading towards the fleet from the opposite direction (they're coming from the sides of your fleet), each plane also had 2 Bayonet Ultra Heavy Torpedoes, "Approaching release point in 10....9....8...."

"Give'em HELL!!!!"

"7....6....5....4....3....2....1, FOX 3, FOX 3, FOX 3!!!!!"

96 Pelican missiles rocketed of their plyons towards the enemy fleet, half were aimed at the battleship.

"Release torpedoes!"

The internal bays opened and 2 torps from each plane fell out, hit the water and sped towards their targets, again with half aimed at the battleship, the F/A-128s then released 10 micromissile which were changed to have the IR, LIDAR, and RADAR signature of a Pelican to confuse enemy AMMs, they micromissiles also had the advantage of if they hit they could do damage to electronics and guns.

"All right, the weapons are on target, break and head back for the carriers."

(OOC: you have 96missiles and 48 torpedoes, and 240 micro missiles headtowards your battleship, an even number from either direction)

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Cruising at 80,000ft

15 B-300ELs were in formation 15 miles island at Mach .9 heading towards the incoming enemy transports when 5 broke formation and headed towards the airbattle.

"This is Hen Leader, come in Hen House." Said the Pilot of the leading bomber of the 5 that broke off.

"This is Hen House, we read you loud and clear." Replied a operator from the AWACS on Station.

"Requesting permission to release the chicks." Said the pilot, as he flipped switches and opened the bomb bays.

"Permission granted, happy hunting."

The co-pilot watched as his extra-large radar screen camed to life, little red squares started to form around each enemt radar blip.

"Missiles armed and locked."

The pilot flipped a cover over the launch switch, "Say Birdy!!!" He pressed the switch and 500 Phoenix missiles fell out, ignited and streaked towards their targets. The other 4 bombers did the same.

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The remaining ten bmomber continued on course to attack the enemy transport fleet, they each carried 36 Pelican missiles and we just 25miles out of range.

"This is BlackKnight 1, we've reached the launch zone."

"Roger that BlackKnight, commence target, you have weapons free."

"Roger command, commencing targeting in 10...9"

A large radar display came up in front of the co-pilot, the enemy fleet was shown by blips, the blips became surrounded by red squares, the same was repeated on all of the other aircraft.

"7...6...5..."

"Targets locked, bomb bays open, weapons armed."

"3...2...1... Missiles away!!!"

360 Pelican missiles were hurtled out of the bomb bays and free-fell too 300 meters before igniting their engines and lowering to mere meters above the waves and sped towards their target at Mach 2.2, the transport fleet would be no more.

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OOC: I had more including the introduction of the 1st fleet and a barrage of your beach head, but I didn't have enough time to write it...

OOC:

Oh, so your fleet can survive over 20,000 missiles but my battleship is supposed to be destroyed by a few hundred? :p

However, turn the other cheek has always been my philosophy. :D I'll give you what you want THIS time... when my other battlegroups arrive and we're more on even terms I'll godmod like hell. I do ask one thing of you, however. I want this to be more of a land based RP- which it won't be if you bomb my transports. Edit out that bit of your last post. Let them make it to shore. You can take out a few if you must, but my advice would be to have one of the other RPers jump in just before you launch B-300ELs, thereby distracting both of us, so that way neither of us is happy. :p I'll post in the other thread for Aquaetio to jump in as soon as I finish my next post.

Be patient. I hope to have it up by tonight.

OOC: Woah! The answer to Godmodding is not more godmodding! Either you two go back, re-Rp, agree on something else, or just continue and stop godmodding once and for all.

Also, I'd be happy to jump in

OOC:

Oh, so your fleet can survive over 20,000 missiles but my battleship is supposed to be destroyed by a few hundred? :p

However, turn the other cheek has always been my philosophy. :D I'll give you what you want THIS time... when my other battlegroups arrive and we're more on even terms I'll godmod like hell. I do ask one thing of you, however. I want this to be more of a land based RP- which it won't be if you bomb my transports. Edit out that bit of your last post. Let them make it to shore. You can take out a few if you must, but my advice would be to have one of the other RPers jump in just before you launch B-300ELs, thereby distracting both of us, so that way neither of us is happy. :p I'll post in the other thread for Aquaetio to jump in as soon as I finish my next post.

Be patient. I hope to have it up by tonight.
OOC: Let me point out the differences, you fired 20,000 missiles at my fleet, and my whole fleet which is spread over about 100km, a few MOABs equal to a kiloton nuclear burst each one the majorit of my fleet tooke out thousands of those, not to metion a few fighters, these weapons were also coming in at an angle, pretty easy for AMM and CIWS to destroy, now if you had fired then directly at my SD and Carriers my SD would be pretty well damaged, and a carrier gone, now granted, my losses should have been higher, I ment to say a few destroyers sunk but my comp froze and it got deleted, I'll fix that, now.

And about my hundred missile attack on your BB, from my understanding your BB is only slight damaged, whats a few dozen missiles gonna do? Plus your fleet is much smaller, thus less AMM systems and and more chances for my missiles to get threw, also these are sea-skimmers, better against AMM systems, I'm still not really believing that your bombers could hold 20,000 missiles total, but I will get rid of the part where my B-300ELs attack your transports.

OOC: That's ok, I don't want to get into a stupid argument that could make this into an "angry RP." The important thing here is that we're both needlessly shedding the blood of the other's soldiers. :D I was REALLY hoping to post last night, but I didn't have the time to finish my post. It'll be up by this afternoon.

:shakes fist:

Lousy public education system....

:grumbles:

:p

Beautiful Yalaluxolu... Beautiful Yalalalaluxur... Beautiful Yaluluxolur...

Screw it. Yala-

We're glad to have you RPing with us, but like I said earlier, there's a line. Don't worry, though- once the next one or two nation jump in, we'll get impatient for uberviolence and throw the rest of you in all at once. :D

Red klaxxons went off onboard the Enormous. "Massive enemy fire inbound!" technicians screamed as they rushed to arm the AMMS that protected the battlegroup's flagship. "We've got ASMs and torpedoes inbound! Mini-missiles, too!"

"How many?" asked the Admiral, now in his newly cleaned uniform. (I trust you caught that joke, right? ;)

The crewman gulps. "Over two hundred, sir."

"Dear God," moaned the XO. "We're still mopping up repairs from the last bombardment!"

"No time for that now!" Gorger snapped. "Order the entire battlegroup to deploy their AAMs around the Enormous! We stand a good chance of making it out of this alive if we can just hold off the next few minutes!"

The miniature warheads raced towards the battleship, exploding passionately as they collided with defensive missiles. The entire fleet began launching rocket after rocket after rocket, hoping to defend their capital ship. A few smaller mini-missiles made it through the cracks in the shield, impacting and exploding against the battleship, but were stopped by the thick armor plating covering the vessal's outer hull.

"Have the ships fire their rail guns towards the location of the incoming rockets!" Gorger shouted over the din. "Fill the air with bullets! Anything to avoid getting blown to pieces!" In a moment the enormous guns on board the larger vessels began firing as well, taking out a stray rocket or two that would have made it past the missiles.

But the unfortunate side effect of Gorger's daring plan to shoot out enemy missiles with the rail guns was this- bullets don't have sophisticated targeting systems programed to select only enemy missiles. Meaning that in addition to firing on enemy warheads, they took out their own side's AMMs as well, leaving large gaps in the shield that ASMs could fly past unhindered.

The ship shuddered as missile impacts hit steadily. Enormous creaking noises sounded throughout the hull as explosions flared. One of the mini-missiles took out a AMM battery, therefore increasing the pounding tempo of missile collisions. Black scars covered the outer hull of the vessel, and fires broke out as explosions ripped through the top decks and into the lower bowels of the ship.

Then, there was silence. The salvo had ceased. Gorger got up slowly, having been knocked to the ground by a particularly impressive blast that had rocked the entire ship. "Damage report!" he snapped, hoping for the best.

He didn't get it. Quite the opposite, in fact. "Multiple hull breaches, sir! Some quite extensive! I'm recieving reports of fires throughout the ship, and it appears we're losing structural integrity!"

"Multiple crew casualties are being called in, sir! Perhaps even 30%," one comm officer informed him.

“This is a godddamn disaster,” Gorger muttered.

“Reinforcements will arrive shortly, sir,” his XO told him. “We should start on repairs until they can back us up.”

“We’ll have to, we’re sitting ducks,” Gorger replied.

****
The three battlegroups sailed towards the last know position of Battlegroup Appetizing. The dozens of troop transports with the trudged onward through the waves, the heavy armor plating invisible in the darkness.

“Alright, transport battlegroup,” came the voice of the Fleet Coordinator, “you’re go to break towards the island. It’s dark out, so there should be minimal resistance. You’ll be reinforcing troops on the southwestern shoreline. Deploy all supplies and troops.”

“Rodger that,” said the lead transport commander. “We’re initiating Operation Regurgitation.”

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Battlegroups Bland, Chewy and Delicious approached their destination, sailing towards Battlegroup Appetizing. Once they were within sight of each other, the three newcomer fleets took up their positions, the three flagships Maximus, Potbelly and Awesomly Fat spreading out to avoid being taken out by a single enemy attack. The wounded Enormous continued floating, receiving shipments from supply ships and transport planes dispatched by the other battlegroups to help resupply the battleship. Repairs came slowly, but eventually the Enormous was as fixed as she was gonna get.

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Transports plowed through the waves onto the shore, beaching themselves purposefully and spilling soldiers and equipment onto the sand. Troops carted away heavy crates silently as they moved materials to fortify the base camp set up by the first to arrive on the island. Thousands of troops moved into formation, setting up new tents and storage lockers and unpacking vehicles and weapons. The still night was ruptured as two transport ships unloaded their compliments of tanks, heavy armored vehicles rumbling as they rolled out onto the sand. SAM batteries were installed, guarded by assault and sniper rifle wielding troops. Humvee patrols swept the area, preparing for war.

“Here we are, boys!” barked Sergeant Sumoson. “Say whatever prayers you have to, because at this point there’s no turning back!”

OOC: Responce to come tomorrow, I'm busy today, sorry

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is this thread still active

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is this thread still active
Yeah, it's still active, I'm just having a horrible case of running out of time to type and writers block, sorry. :(

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