NationStates Jolt Archive

At Slovakastania's request, new war thread.
To recap, he had just invaded, but the Nistolonian Air Force triggered a landslide in the pass he was entering, crushing some tanks. He brought up AA defences and is clearing the pass to allow his troops to advance. Night falls...
You post first.

Nightfall.

Colonel Roy Harrison of the Lestana Force 45th Squadron observed the terrain in front of him. Already, heavy defensive positions had begun in the countryside. Missile launchers obstructed the advance of the light tanks used in the Slovakastanian military.

Harrison motioned for his unit to push forward. Under cover of darkness and camoflauge, they made their way into the enemy position, a small yet critical farming community. The civilian populace had largely been relocated.

Harrison's squad's mission was to plant explosives along the enemy's defensive bunkers and walls. The 5th Armored Division lay outside of the enemy's sight, covered in a small forest, waiting to strike.

After an hour of sneaking, Roy's unit reached its destination and started to plant their explosives. The 5th Armored began to roll...

Oh, this might be a good time to describe Nistolonias landscape. its Jungle, 100%. All living is underground, to prevent deforestation. There are no roads. There are lots of dangerous animals and diseases. The area where you are will have lots of troops, so could we say that you are fortifiying/clearing the pass? It makes sense, 'cause if you dont, I can cut off all reinforcments. I 've got to run now, but ill be on later tonight, so i'll talk about this then.

OOC: There is no way your nation is 100% jungle. Like you said they would live underground, and thus they would need to import TONS of stuff to survive, living underground can be complicated. So you'll need airfields or naval bases for importing and some exporting if you have it.

Also, air, water, and food may be a problem, however if they've been there a while your probably have a crude but effective way to get these, but your population would be limited.

Your population also would no doubt be very pale and the sun would cause extreme problems.

There is no jungle nation in the RL world that lives underground. They clear out parts for large communities, where the bulk of living is. Others live in scattered villages and huts in small clearing in the jungle or even in the jungle itself with no clearing. They also have clear areas for airstrips or naval bases.

Basically, living underground isn't really easy and a nation 100% jungle isn't plausible.

I'd advise using a mix, maybe have like 90% or 95% jungle, with several underground communities, but the bulk of life in cleared out areas above ground.

Just wanted to say that cause I'm thinking of joining this.

95% jungle is close enough to 100% for the purpose of the war. And living
underground...
VTOL jets solve airfield problems (small jets, big ones cant use VTOL)
They live mainly underground. They sleep there. Some people work there. I was thinking of living in the trees instead, with factories, ect, underground, but i dont know if thats plausable. And there are people who live in caves. With the comforts of civilisation, too, so i went for that. Food and water isnt an issue, you can import those.
Heres a compromise.
95% jungle (minus mountains, villages, sea ports)
Primarily lives underground, close to the surface. Cities+towns have open topped central areas, and most houses have some open areas. (Like a roman atrium). Deeper tunnels are reserved for emergencies. Transportation by air is primarily VOTL planes and helicopters, A few airstrips, partially underground, facilitate larger planes. By ground, subway.
Some small villages on the surface, in natural clearings. These are built near other cities for protection from the jungle creatures.


The reason they live underground is that the jungle is not a nice place to be. There is no comparison jungle in RL. It is filled with dangerous creatures, from 20 meter long snakes (Yes, they dont exist in RL, i know) to small posionous insects. Disease is a serious problem to those without some resistance. Small villages, therefore, have to beware (large cities would be enough to keep most creatures at bay).

Also. i'd just like a quick overview of our militaries (Slovakastanias and mine) to prevent "My X does Y"
"Oh yeah? Well i have Z, which blows up your X!"
"Well my X's have..."
Ect...

So, just a quick over view of the Nistolonian army.
oh, by the way, I'm playing semi-near future (2050) for my tech level, explaining the reason why this stuff would cost a fortune in RL today.
Jungle fighting is mainly infantry, so ill start with the grunts.
Basic nistolonian trooper has a full body suit, equiped with water reclaimation equipment (Purifies sweat and urine, deposting it in water pouches in the suit), airtight seal (for underwater stuff) and a comlink. A thin kevlar vest is worn, over which is a camo suit. (sort of like this (http://us.games-workshop.com/games/warhammer/woodelves/extras/art/popup.htm?images/3.jpg), minus the bow) A camo cape and hood are worn, along with a small backpack.
He carries a small knife, a short sword and a Nistolonian issue 9mm semi-auto silienced pistol, a small hunting crossbow (which disassembles for storage) for emergincies and a few hand grenades. Binoculars and a map of the area are also standard.
The Nistolonian long rifle is fully automatic, silenced and equiped with a telescopic sight. (infra-red and motion are useless in thick jungle). An extra length barrel with bipod is attached for sniper work. An underslung grenade launcher is attached.
Squads (10 men) are self sufficiant, and operate for long periods without re arming, leading to different weapons loadouts then the standard. 1 member will carry the Nistolonian long range armour piercing anti tank weapon, and one will carry demolitions equipment.
Nistolonians are trained to use stealth first, second, and sometimes third. Veterans can practicly dissappear from plain sight, and even novices are hard to detect. This is partially because of the abilities of the Nistolonian, and partially because of the camo gear they wear. All battles are fought at night if it can be helped, and Nistolonians have been known to retreat before the battle is fought, conserving forces till they can strike. Training starts at 10, and continues until death or discharge. Nistolonians operate with artillery support in most battles, throwing units into confusion, allowing for quick attacks on lightly defended areas.
EDIT: ARG! I just confused with other Nistolonians (I use that name to much). Changing basic infantry...
The Black Dragons are the elite of Nistolonian military, and are used for covert ops. Almost invisible on open ground, they are equiped with standard Nistolonian gear, but are much more highly trained.

Tanks
Primary vehicle
Python LBT/APC
Light battle tank/APC
-light main cannon
-20 mm cannon for AA and infantry
-transports up to 12 human sized things.
-light, but fast
-crew of 2
Spitting cobra AA
-mobile AA
-x4 venom SAM
-2 crew
Viper transport/fighter
-VTOL jet
-2 A-T gatling guns
-8 weapon racks (missles, bombs)
-transports 12
-steath plating

Just to say, the Nistolonians dont believe in open battle. Supply lines, night attacks, ambushes and diry underhanded tricks are their specialty. Put 100 Nistolonians and 100 other troops on each end of a football field, and the Nistolonians willl lose (Black Dragons vs Normal Infantry excepted, but they will lose to other elites). Put them in a 5 mile by 5 mile park. and the nistolonains will pick of the enemy before they know who they're fighting.

The Slovakastanian military prides itself on a light, highly mobile assault force that utilizes technology and firepower in equal doses.

Arstetch A-101 Armor Unit

-Width: 3.5 m
- Length: 7 meters (humvee chassis, re-structured with additional lattice support and resistant armor plating)
-Carries supplies, and is also equipped with enough supplies to keep pilot in full alert for upwards of two weeks
-Redundant engine systems provide track mobility and turret rotation power
-Top road speed: Upwards of 50 km/h- because it is based off an extremely modified hummvee chassis, it can retain high movement for larger amounts of time than standard tanks
-Top battlefield speed- varies- is extremely manuverable even in the worst of conditions.
-Extremely accurate camera sensing systems with a visual accuity 10X higher than that of any pilot
-AI controlled automatic secondary weapons targeting
-Multiple weapons systems- side-mounted heavy machine guns, main medium-caliber turret, and long-range mortar mounted on top of turret.
-Most units contain dual flamers attached to the front to smoke infantry from buildings and clear underbrush for APC approach.
-Contains radio jamming and chaff launcher equipment.
-Immune to flame-based weaponry- liquid nitrogen keeps the interior within acceptable limits, while exterior sighting systems are armor-plated.
-Multiple redundant systems allow the tank to function at partial effectiveness even under severe systems strain.
-Camera-controlled vision, air-filtering systems, and magnetized blast doors completely eliminate the need for hatches that infantry can see out of- also, turret-mounted weaponry is operated by the gunner and computer systems. This allows is complete CBS protection.
-Very effective platform against infantry and vehicles. Also serves double duty as a medium-class defensive vehicle.
-Unfortunately is vulnerable to airstrikes.
-Ceramic armor is thin yet provides incredible resistance to proppelled shells and rockets
-Heat trail is eliminated (partially) by liquid-nitrogen cooling systems, allowing it complete protection against heat-seekers
-Sound dampeners reduce the trace sounds of the Arstetch to near zero- certainly low enough so that it can completely evade radar
-Anti-Shock gears completely eliminate all damages that could be incurred from drops, giving the Arstetch the ability to jump off cliffs up to fifteen-twenty feet tall
-Also contains barbed wire deployment systems- barbed wire is generated on-craft by battlefield scrap, although it contains 25 square kilometers of wire standard.

Basic Infantry

- Heavily equipped with medium-class chaingun, ideal for clearing thick forested environments. In close-quarters, they sport the fully automatic G-Mach 2 Assault Pistol, which is extremely effective at antipersonnel operations. Both guns are capable of penetrating most known infantry armor. - Slovakastanian infantry wear armor consisting of a heavy helmet, amored chestplate, and leg and arm armor segments. Highly resistant and mobile.
- All Slovakastanian army units are trained in medical treatment and are capable of handling most injuries.
- Slovakastanian Bastion Commanders are implanted into units to highly boost morale and unit effectiveness, but remain mostly used as defensive position COs.
- Heavy support troopers carry miniguns capable of destroying tanks, and Diablos Missile packs to handle heavy armor.
- Overall, heavy infantry that are both mobile and highly trained and effective. Slovakastania's pride and love, the infantry of our country is the one of the most elite infantry forces in the world.

Lestana Force
- Though limited in number, they are specially trained in demolition, stealth, urban/jungle warfare, armor hijacking, and marksmanship.
- Considered one of the, if not the, most elite special forces unit in the globe,
- Standard equipment includes Armot Semiautomatic Sniper Rifle, plasma pistol (prototype; prone to overheating), medical gear, demolitions equipment, and a small anti-armor FAMAZ rocket (one missile tube per soldier).
- Body armor is limited in favor of thick Kevlar bodysuits, which provide protection from bullets and flak.
- Special naval training allows deployment from ships and submarines, if need be.
-Extremely limited in number, although they're never in numbers too small for their mission.

Chrissake Missile Support Aircraft

- Highly mobile and quick aircraft that carry three heavy missile packs on each wing.
- Though able to level large swathes of land, extremely vulnerable to AA fire.

More later.

OOC: That's a lot more plausible and realistic. Im ok with that.

*Puts down god-mode finger*

The Slovakastanian military prides itself on a light, highly mobile assault force that utilizes technology and firepower in equal doses.

Arstetch A-101 Armor Unit

-Width: 3.5 m
- Length: 7 meters (humvee chassis, re-structured with additional lattice support and resistant armor plating)
-Carries supplies, and is also equipped with enough supplies to keep pilot in full alert for upwards of two weeks
-Redundant engine systems provide track mobility and turret rotation power
-Top road speed: Upwards of 50 km/h- because it is based off an extremely modified hummvee chassis, it can retain high movement for larger amounts of time than standard tanks
-Top battlefield speed- varies- is extremely manuverable even in the worst of conditions.
-Extremely accurate camera sensing systems with a visual accuity 10X higher than that of any pilot
-AI controlled automatic secondary weapons targeting
-Multiple weapons systems- side-mounted heavy machine guns, main medium-caliber turret, and long-range mortar mounted on top of turret.
-Most units contain dual flamers attached to the front to smoke infantry from buildings and clear underbrush for APC approach.
-Contains radio jamming and chaff launcher equipment.
-Immune to flame-based weaponry- liquid nitrogen keeps the interior within acceptable limits, while exterior sighting systems are armor-plated.
-Multiple redundant systems allow the tank to function at partial effectiveness even under severe systems strain.
-Camera-controlled vision, air-filtering systems, and magnetized blast doors completely eliminate the need for hatches that infantry can see out of- also, turret-mounted weaponry is operated by the gunner and computer systems. This allows is complete CBS protection.
-Very effective platform against infantry and vehicles. Also serves double duty as a medium-class defensive vehicle.
-Unfortunately is vulnerable to airstrikes.
-Ceramic armor is thin yet provides incredible resistance to proppelled shells and rockets
-Heat trail is eliminated (partially) by liquid-nitrogen cooling systems, allowing it complete protection against heat-seekers
-Sound dampeners reduce the trace sounds of the Arstetch to near zero- certainly low enough so that it can completely evade radar
-Anti-Shock gears completely eliminate all damages that could be incurred from drops, giving the Arstetch the ability to jump off cliffs up to fifteen-twenty feet tall
-Also contains barbed wire deployment systems- barbed wire is generated on-craft by battlefield scrap, although it contains 25 square kilometers of wire standard.

Basic Infantry

- Heavily equipped with medium-class chaingun, ideal for clearing thick forested environments. In close-quarters, they sport the fully automatic G-Mach 2 Assault Pistol, which is extremely effective at antipersonnel operations. Both guns are capable of penetrating most known infantry armor. - Slovakastanian infantry wear armor consisting of a heavy helmet, amored chestplate, and leg and arm armor segments. Highly resistant and mobile.
- All Slovakastanian army units are trained in medical treatment and are capable of handling most injuries.
- Slovakastanian Bastion Commanders are implanted into units to highly boost morale and unit effectiveness, but remain mostly used as defensive position COs.
- Heavy support troopers carry miniguns capable of destroying tanks, and Diablos Missile packs to handle heavy armor.
- Overall, heavy infantry that are both mobile and highly trained and effective. Slovakastania's pride and love, the infantry of our country is the one of the most elite infantry forces in the world.

Lestana Force
- Though limited in number, they are specially trained in demolition, stealth, urban/jungle warfare, armor hijacking, and marksmanship.
- Considered one of the, if not the, most elite special forces unit in the globe,
- Standard equipment includes Armot Semiautomatic Sniper Rifle, plasma pistol (prototype; prone to overheating), medical gear, demolitions equipment, and a small anti-armor FAMAZ rocket (one missile tube per soldier).
- Body armor is limited in favor of thick Kevlar bodysuits, which provide protection from bullets and flak.
- Special naval training allows deployment from ships and submarines, if need be.
-Extremely limited in number, although they're never in numbers too small for their mission.

Chrissake Missile Support Aircraft

- Highly mobile and quick aircraft that carry three heavy missile packs on each wing.
- Though able to level large swathes of land, extremely vulnerable to AA fire.

More later.

Slight problem.
Your economy is equal to south africas, yet your tank would make the US army drool. Taking off a few things would make it more believable. Otherwise, looks believable for a 2050-2100 army. (Due to experiance, i was expecting geneticly modified super soldiers who lift up tanks and throw them, and shrug of bullets like BBs)

The Arstetch is the pinnacle of Slovakastanian technology. However, it's not overbearingly powerful- medium-class weaponry and it'll fall under medium-heavy fire...

Ok, sure.

I'm assuming that right now (about 10 at night), you have some troops guarding the pass, and the 45th armoured and some infantry heading towards T'lethia, a small farming village.

IC:
"Damn this jungle." muttered private Lonnson as he kicked a tree root. "Why are we waiting around in this shit anyway?"
"Because we have to wait for Roys company to plant to explosives, thats why" said Thomas, sitting on a felled tree. "Then we go in, and kick Nistolonian ass." They had just dropped a squad an hour early, killing 4 Nistolonians and sending the rest running, and even the dark smelly jungle couldnt dampen Thomas's spirits.
"Wait!" whispered Lonnson suddenly. "I hear something!"
"Private, you've been hearing things since we left base camp" growled the sargent from up ahead. "Now shut up and wait. We're in a damn jungle! Of course you hear noises!"
"But-"
A low growl interupted him
"Shit!" Thomas grabbed his light chaingun, and spun from left to right, trying to pinpoint the noise "What was that?"
The squad members were glancing from side to side, weapons drawn.
Another growl, then a huge lizard rose from the underbrush. It tackled Lonnson, snarling.
"Shit! Get it off me! Get it off me! he screamed, pushing the fanged jaws away and franticly reaching for his knife. The lizard reared up to strike and the squad opened fire. Rounds blased through the lizard, showering the jungle behind him with blood. Lonnson shoved his knife into its belly and it toppled with a rasping sigh.
"Thats what you were afraid of, private?" Jenkins asked, "Some jungle lizard?"
"I thought it might have been Nistolonians" muttered Lonnson "Sneaking up on us, I mean."
"You cant hear Nistolonians" Jenkins grinned "No use trying. They sneak up on you and-(he snapped his fingers)-your dead"
As if on cue, his head exploded like a ripe melon.
"Ambush! Everyone down!" screamed the sergeant.
Another soldier went down screaming, blood bubbling from his neck. Private Thomas bent over to help him, and a crossbow bolt punched through his back.
"Covering fire!" someone yelled, and the forest was filled with a hail of bullets as chainguns and pistols scoured the undergrowth. A cloaked figure dropped from a tree, its form riddled with chaingun rounds.
"Take that, asshole!" screamed Lonnson, his gun raking the treetops. "Nistolonian motherfuckers!"
A Nistolonian dropped from the tree behind him, holding a pistol in one hand and an elegent then curved blade in the other. His face was covered in green warpaint and tatoos, and markings of blood were under his eyes. The strangest thing was his ears. Long and pointy, like some circus freak. He dropped Lamarr with his pistol, blowing out his groin with a well placed shot.
Private West turned to face him, leveling his pistol, but as he stood, bullets racked his exposed form, sending him face first into the ground. The one with the sword sliced it across the closest soldier's chest, splitting open his chest plate and through his rib cage. The sergeant stood, his own knife drawn, and lunged at the Nistolonian. He parried and counterthrusted, as the remaining Nistolonains silenced the last two troopers. Sword and knife flashed as the two warriors dueled, their faces intent with concentration. Then, with a quick movement, the Nistolonian kicked out, knocking the Slovakastanian off balance. His sword neatly severed the mans hand at the wrist.
"You fight with honor, soldier" He murmered, standing over the kneeling man. "May this sword take you to paradise." With that, he severed the mans head.
"Nice going, Thervinal" one Nistolonian examined the knife the soldier had used, then threw it aside.
"Why thank you, Leanid" Thervinal answered with a smile. "Status report?"
"We lost one, and, of course, the four from before. Otherwise, no damage."
Thervinal reached down, running his fingers along the stump that had been the sergeants head. "Good, good. We'll meet up at the target zone."
He ran his boodstained fingers across his face, marking it with four red lines.
"Time to hunt"

Also as if on cue, Roy's company lit up the entire village. The small defensive wall guarding the side of the village facing the pass crumpled; trenches filled with dirt and stone; several towering guard stations exploded in cleansing flame. Bleeding, burnt corpses lay on the fields, the streets, and buried under rock.

Harrison's squad was already a mile and a half out of the town and re-advancing on the jungle. Just for good measure, the team sniper turned and placed several bullets into what looked like an officer, who had emerged from a large stone mansion and started barking orders.

"Mission accomplished," Harrison's unit reported in.

Meanwhile, the infantry divisions in the forest were rapidly being torn to shreds by hordes of advancing Nistolonian infantry. However, several minigun teams had deployed and began to pound fire into the underbrush, obliterating bushes, bringing trees to the ground...

The 45th Armored continued on its winding path through the jungle, the heavy flamers burning away obstructing plants while rolling over trees... Visibility was low and an ambush was probable, though the armor fully expected to reach the other side of the jungle without delay.

Nistolonians ran to defensive positions as the explosions started, abandoning the remains of the wall for house windows and piles of rubble. Cries of "Medic" echoed from street to street as the wounded were pulled from the rubble. The comm was covered in chatter
"Delta five-six, pull back to command post"
"I've got hostiles, sector 22-44, looks like they're pulling out"
"We're gonna need reinforcments here!"
Commander Xanthain grabbed the comm as Lieutenant Brethinan ran out, only to meet a sniper bullet in the face.
"Hawk one, do you read me? Give me an update!"
"I read you commander. Looks like armoured, about 30 light tanks, maybe 15 APCs. Infantry, pretty heavy, but we got that under control. Thervinals team just stuck a artillery becon in the minigun nest, and the tanks are having a tough time getting through the jungle to support them. Hot spot is the village. Thats where all the armour is coming."
(Just for the record, im going to put a basic map down, its small, so save it and enlarge it)
http://photobucket.com/albums/b171/WarmasterNistolos/?action=view&current=NVSMAP1.jpg

"Damn! Ok, heres what you've got to do. Get some snipers around the area, keep everyones head down. Do the tanks have infantry cover?"
"No, just the ones in the APCs. They're defoilating with flamethrowers, wouldnt be sfe to put infantry there."
"Got it. Get some Det-1. Move to behind the armoured unit. Send on AT unit to distract the tanks. Infantry behind, do a clamshell on each, but not till we have riders on all of them. Got it?"
"Right"
"good luck, command out."


Salohcin whispered the orders to his squad over the comm, and they silently moved into position in the tree tops. The armoured division was below them now. 29 of the tanks rolled by before they made their move.
"AT one, fire at will."
The armour piercing shot hit the first tank, blowing it sideways and ignited the fuel lines. It burned and sputtered as liquid nitrogen flowed out of the wreck. The other tanks stopped, turrents moving from side to side as they tried to determine were the shot had come from.
Salohcin was right under the first APC when the shot hit. The convoy stopped, and the APC weapons shifted about scanning the jungle.
"Now!"
The soldiers dropped from the trees on top of the APCs, 4 on each.
"What the hell! Somethings on top of us" The first APC stopped and 3 Slovakastanians ran out.
"Shit! Nistol--" They fell, the snipers in the trees dropping them with shots to the unprotected neck.
Salohcin lobbed a grenade inside the APC.
"Everone off!" he called, jumping back on to the trees as the rear of the vehicle blew out. Up and down the line, Other Nistolonians were repeating the process, prying open hatches and shoving grenades in. The tanks began to turn, and 3 quick bird calls were given. The Nistolonians vanished into the jungle.

The smoking wreckages of the APCs gushed oil and nitrogen onto the ground, flaming.

"Command, command, come in!" One of the tank drivers screamed. "We have guerilla fighters ambushing our position! Over!"

"Roger, 45th. Can you proceed to the village, over?"

"Negative. We've got tank wreckage all around us and can not proceed to the assualt point. Repeat, we can not proceed to the assualt point. We are surrounded by guerilla fighters and requesting air support, over."

"Request taken into mind. Do your best to spread out, over."

"Roger that. Over and out."

The tank formation and surviving APCs spread out into the jungle, firing their weapons into the jungle frantically. Mass sections of the forest exploded into craters, ironically providing good cover for Nistolonian fighters. Meanwhile, the missile aircraft providing heavy support for the tanks flew overhead, carpet bombing the jungle with nitro-packed missiles. AA fire streaked at them from all locations, but they quickly evaded and turned back towards the Slovakastanian safepoints.

Meanwhile, the infantry was becoming increasingly bogged down in the forest. Shots flew from all directions, raining death upon the hapless infantry. Three heavy minigun teams were doing their best to keep back the opposition, but it seemed as soon as a side was cleared of enemy infantry, it was again swarming with them.

"They're in the trees!" A soldier screamed before eight rounds hit him simultaneously. The firefight escalated into a massacre, soldiers dropping dead on both sides, the missiles from supporting planes often doing as much harm to the Slovakastanians as damage to the Nistolonians as the lines broke, scattering the infantry units of both sides throughout the jungle. Support was haphazard and friendly fire was high.

In a last ditch-effort to maintain order within the units, all squadrons were instructed via Codec to light flares to inidcate their positions. It was at this time that the Lestana unit headed by Harrison returned into the jungle.

They marched slowly, aware of the massive firefight. Despite the totally random placement of both sides (in fact, several Slovakastanian units had penetrated the Nistolonian line and were still completely unaware of this), they were still roughly flanking the Nistolonian lines.

"Bastards must have camoflauge," Harrison commented. "Turn on your infrared gear, it's impossible to see them in this darkness..."

OOC- Just like to say, very good RP for a pair of new players. keep it up eh :)
TAG.

Thanks!

I've RPed at other boards, but I've never done anything like this. I like the "calculate-your-own-damage" ideas going on here, assuming both players are mature non-godmoders.

Well I hope you stay. Tactics are exactly what this board needs.

Thanks as well.
I dont have time to post much now, but i'm assuming you dont want anything to happen to Harrison, right?
I'm just planning my next post, and i know how annoying it is to have your favorite character die. If so, Dont kill Salohcin either. Thanks.

IC:
"Attention Nistolonain forces, pull back to defensive position one one alpha! Repeat, pull back to one one alpha! Recon units beaver through hawk, continue sweep to target zone mantis."
Xanthair flinched as an explosion flattened the house over from his.
"Village defensive point one two alpha under airborne attack. Request fighter cover, Repeat one two alpha requests fighter cover!"
"Commander!" It was Salohcin and Adria, two Black Dragon team leaders. "Fenris and Adder teams reporting!"
Xanthair quickly looked at his ops map.
"Adder team, take left flank, recon and SAD targets of opportunity. Fenris, you provide support. Right lank is already covered by Beleos's infantry division, so we dont need you there. Move!"
"Yesir!" They saluted and exited. The low hum of approching fighters signaled the end of the bombing and the beginings of a dogfight above the village as the Nistolonian fighters swooped down.
Xanthair turned back to his comm.
"We need mobile SAD units in the jungle ASAP! Iguana through Riptide units, initiate SAD! We need to clear those jungles! Command, I'm gonna need more air support!"

The light missile craft returned to meet an entire wing of Nistolonian fighters. Before they could respond, a good third of them were torn to shreds by heavy rounds from the aircraft. The explosions rocked the remaining aircraft, which fired their missiles into the Nistolonian air wing.

A cloud of explosions rocked the enemy fighters, many of which were blown directly our of the air or otherwise decommissioned. But the Nistolonian fighters were specifically designed to survive high-velocity missile impacts, and soon, the air battle was on. The swarms of aircraft flew overhead of the raging battle below...

The 45th Armored had finally managed to carve its way through the thick jungles and heaps of scrapped steel that had blocked their path, and resumed their advance on the jungle. The remaining APCs accompanied their movement from the jungle, gunners watching carefully for signs of another ambush.

Meanwhile, the chaotic jungle battle increased in intensity as more soldiers joined the battle from both sides. A large detachment of Slovakastanian infantry from the pass had been diverted to the jungle to ensure their victory, but the reinforcements found themselves flung into a mindless, bloody battle against extremely experienced and toughened jungle warfare specialists. The only strategy available to them was fire everywhere, the darkness lit by the flying of tracer rounds, Nistolonian soldiers ambushing on every side. The Slovakastanian command group lay in wastes, the Bastion Commander dead, and the remaining officers attempting to guide their units through the tthick, overbearing jungle.

Worst of all, it had begun to rain.

Harrison's camo-painted face stuck out of a bush above a small ravine, which had begun to overflow from the sheer force of the rain. From his position, he could see a small squadron of Nistolonian troops sneaking along the underside of a ridge. They moved almost as stealthily as the Lestana Force themselves; Harrison felt a grudging admiration for some of the finest jungle fighters he'd ever fought.

Two shots rang out, and the Nistolonian captain lay contorted in pain on the ground. Rather than dive for cover, as they would have if the captain had his head blown off, the squad converged around their wounded officer frantically, raising their weapons in all directions. Harrison's unit fired.

Three seconds later, it was all over. Better yet, they had control of some Nistolonian communications equipment...

From inside the high-security intelligence compound, tactical commander Huxley reviewed satelite readouts of the Slovakastania-Nostolonian war. Though the jungle somewhat obscured details, it was apparent that the Nistolonian line was taking serious hits. Huxley was impressed with Slovakastanian army; this was not the one sided fight he had anticipated an invasion of this inhospitable land would yeild. The defense pact Seph had with Nistolonia dictated that if the situation seriously threatened the security of Nistolonian lands, Seph would involve its military forces.
Time to inform foreign relations, instructions of send out warnings of military action to Slovakastania.
Also contact Central Command, instructions to put suitable forces on standby, and prepare insertion tactics.
This time, we may actually perform them, thought Com. Huxley, scanning the streaming readouts from the conflict....

OOC: Seph, you have almost no posts! You've been playing since 03!
And hold off a bit, the wars not over yet. (Actually, its barely started. The Slovakastanians are about 10k into Nistolonian territory)
IC:"Village control! We've got a problem!" Salohcin was survaying the destruction of Sealrins unit. "Looks like...10 jungle specialists. Threat level...7. Fenris, cover me."
Adria turned to her squad.
"Quick! extended barrels! Fan coverage, fire at targets of oppertunity!"
The squad obeyed quickly, re-assembling their rifles and attaching sights.
"I see them..." murmered Drelar "Clever basterds are holed in with two snipers covering them. We cant risk a shot."
"Damn. Keep them in sight. Dont shoot till Adder gets close"
Adria settled herself into a more comfertable position. It looked like this was going to take some time.


"Hold up! Hold up! They've got infra!" Tenurial, on point, had dropped to the ground. "The rain is helping, but we get any closer..."
"Right. What about Adrias unit, can they get off a clear shot?" Salohcin looked around, as if hoping to see her squad through the rain, though he knew that he couldnt.
"I cant risk comm chatter. They're looking at Nistolonian comm units. I dont think they've figured them out, but I wouldn't risk it."
Elrohad looked at Salohcin. "Whada we do, sarge? We cant stay here for long. These guys are elites. They'll find us."
Salohcin thought. "Squad, cresent moon pattern. When I give a Gershu call, cover your eyes and stick your faces in the dirt. Then adder one will suppress, 2 will advance. Got it?"
"Yesir!" They crawled into their positions. "Tenurial?"
"Yes sir?"
"Pass me that thermal flash grenade."
"Right"
Salohcin pushed the grenade down his auxilery launcher. He chirped like a Gershu and pulled the trigger.
Half a second later, a wave of heat washed over him, accompanied by a blast of light. The cries of the squad ahead were accompanied by the hiss of silenced weapon fire. Like the professionals they were, the Lestana dropped instantly, pulling off their over loaded NVs(night vision). One fell, victim to a sniper round from a nearby hilltop.
"Adder, dont advance, keep up suppressing fire!"
For another few minutes, the firefight continued. The Nistolonians kept firing in shifts, allowing the others to reload. The Lesanians kept up the fire with their weapons.
"I think we've got em!" laughed Elrohad. Just then, the Slovakastanians charged out of the under brush. "Shit! Or not!"
The Nistolonians pulled back, keeping up they're fire.
"Basterds!" Salohcin yelled, "Why did I not--"
A black shape rose up before him, gun leveled.
"Took you long enough, Adria" he muttered.
Fenris unit rose from the shadows, pulling the same trick the Lestana had just employed. The firefight turned into a hand to hand combat, as the Black Dragons drew swords and the Lestana drew knifes. Adria dueled with Harrison, her long blade, dancing around his knife, only to rebound from his armour. It soon became apparent, however, that the Lestana were outnumbered and manuvered. Harrison had to make a quick decision. "Pull out!" He called "We'll regroup at the top!" His squad quickly vanished, pulling away from the combat. However, his lapse in concentration gave Adria a opening, and he felt her food connect with his stomach. She stood over him, her sword raised. Harrison swore and waited for the deathblow. "Adria! They've got reinforcements! Get your ass out of there!" Harrison saw another Nistolonian gesturing wildly. "We took out the comm units with a frag grenade! Move!"
"This is your luck day, soldier" grinned Adria, disappering into the jungle.
The Lestana unit and about 30 other troopers from the 3rd infantry burst into the clearing, guns raised.
Redmarr looked down at Harrison and laughed.
"That lady just kicked your ass. I am never going to let you forget this."

OOC: Quick overview of the current situation--see map)
(from Nistolonian perspective)
Left flank (Harrisons flank): Not good. Harrisons unit messed up the flank bad. Primary defences are compromised. Slovakastians are advancing.
Center+village: Dogfight taking place over town, and small firefights are breaking out nearby. Nothing serious for either side.
Right Flank: Slovakastaian forces are pinned down or retreating. Nistolonians advancing with Armoured support form the 222nd armoured core.

The right flank was crumbling. The entire jungle was swarming with enemy soldiers. Several squadrons that attempted a retreat were shredded to pieces, and the miniguns lay in shards, their crews dead or scattered. A few Arstetches laid down heavy suppressive fire, but not enough. Isolated firefights burst out as Slovakastanian units struggled against the Nistolonian forces.

The dogfight over the town winded down as the massive firepower of the Chrissake aircraft blew holes in both opposition and friendlies, drastically reducing the number of both. A giant, almost constant cloud of explosions hung over the town, with planes being taken down left and right. The wing commander of the Chrissakes knew the situation had started out bad and got worse, but there was little he could do. A retreat would be a massacere.

On the left flank, advancing 45th Armored units and minigun teams lay deadly fire into the Nistolonian infantry. Literally shredding their way into the enemy lines, the tanks and heavily armed infantry were able to march directly into the enemy lines as the opposition dwindled. The Nistolonian infantry was annihilated as they fled in terror at the advancing troops. In a way, they were almost like a tidal wave, moving forward constantly as their velocity grew. However, like most waves, they had to crash.

The first infantryman to wander into the cunningly placed row of mines looked down quickly as he heard a strange click. Shit, he had time to think, before a chain reaction started. An entire line of C5 explosives detonated simultaneously, killing a good third of the advancing infantry. Wounded soldiers lay on the ground, screaming, as flames enveloped the area. Shrapnel cut men to shreds. Troops fell en masse as rigged bombs blew up beneath them.

The tanks advanced unscathed, however, and this time moved with a vengeance. They plowed directly into the dwindled Nistolonian troops with flamers on and twin miniguns firing, their cannons blowing craters into the forest. Despite massive casualties, the Slovakastanian troops had won the left flank. However, they were in no condition to advance any further and merely focused their fire on the town in the distance. Pleasant explosions rocked in the distance as the buildings crumbled. Meanwhile, sizeable groups of the 45th advanced directly towards the town through the deforested area, encountering little opposition.

Roy Harrison himself took the few troopers remaining and advanced covertly towards the village once again. If they could destroy the communications equipment, the right flank of the Nistolonians would be thrown into utter chaos and allow the Slovakastanians to route their infantry...

"Right flank is on condition black! repeat!--" Xanthair dove to the ground as the floor rumbled. His house, now bereft of a roof, shuddered.. He grabbed the comm. 'Repeat, condition black, I need air support, now!"
(See map)
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He grabbed his map.
"Sector, delta, gamma, g1! I need reinforcments on the right side of the village! Armoured and infantry! Command! Where is my air support?!"

Nistolonian AT units were firing from the safety of the trees, but minigun rounds were forcing them to keep their heads down. Fire from the village was erratic at best, as the air battle above was taking its toll. Nistolonians with shoudler mounted anti aircraft weapons were at every window, but they were inaccurate, and the battle in the air was up for grabs. The 45th armoured continued shelling the village, white the infantry hunkered down around the tanks, seeking shelter from the omnipresent snipers.
"Village, this is command. We need you hold there a bit longer. We've got a division of Swifites on route to flank the basterds. Just hold on."
"Hold on nothing! I need an air strike!"
"We'll see what we can do, village control. Just hang in there."
Xanthair switched channels
"Get men in the trees on the right flank. If it moves down there, kill it! Anaconda one, fire at coordanates Delta gamma g1! Now!"

With the Anacondas supporting fire, Xanthair grabbed his comm unit and headed to the underground tunnels, followed by a squad of troopers. He'd be fairly safe there. At least he wouldnt have to deal with air strikes. He turned on the moniters in the command station and continued barking orders.
"I want the entire right flank, minus rangers, in the village! Defensive positions!"

OOC: Nistolonia, you need not worry. I'm not getting involved as of yet, mostly because I'm enjoying reading about this war too much. I agree with Hogsweat, both of you are rping this excellently. As to my number of posts, its true, I have not done much with this account, but don't worry, I have experience from elsewhere.

The reverberating echoes of artillery fire clamored through the streets of the village as Harrison's unit infiltrated. The heavy rain pounded the rubble, masking what little noise they generated. Enemy soldiers had largely retreated into fortified positions but a large number of them were dashing up and down the town's streets, barking orders and generally creating chaos within the lines.

The unit moved slowly, being seen by no one. The only sentry they had encountered lay bleeding in a ditch, and he wouldn't be raising any more alarms anytime soon. Harrison moved ahead on point, resting on a shattered stone house overlooking a 3-way intersection twenty yards to the left. In the alleyway moving directly away from the house, three soldiers stood, two unloading a truck apparently full of supplies. The third stood watch, smoking.

Time.

A shot rang through the air, and the smoker puffed his last. He collapsed to the ground, coughing up smoke and blood. Another of the soldiers was shot in the back by the team sniper as he dropped a particularly heavy-looking crate on his feet. The third yanked a pistol from his holster and fired wildly, missing Harrison by inches. A round penetrated his forehead, splattering the brick wall with bits of bone and grey matter.

The team rushed forward, aware that anyone farther down the street would've raised the alarm. Infra-red sniper scopes searched for targets in the torrential downpour, finding none. In the distance, an all-terrain vehicle parked somewhere, and footsteps echoed down the streets before a mechanical grinding noise announced the opening of some kind of blast door.

It was far too quiet.

Meanwhile, the brush-fighting Slovakastanian infantry on the torturedly cruel right flank chased down the fleeing Nistolonian grunts. Units of enemy rangers inflicted harsh punishment on the scattered squadrons as they attempted to re-organize themselves, but the difficult part of the battle was over. 45th Armored units began to support their position.

The air battle had grown quiet, as most of the planes had long since crashed or been destroyed. The occasional shriek of a jet engine preceded distant AA fire and the sound of missiles launching, often accompanied by far-off blasts. The few survivors of the wing of Chrissake jets had either retreated to an airfield or were locked in battle well outside of the ground combat zone. Nistolonian anti-air defenses kept the damage within check; later combat estimates would reveal the remarkable air security held by the Nistolonian defenders.

Meanwhile, the left flank had become a field hospital of sorts as well over two hundred wounded lay on the slaughtering fields reaped by the effective Nistolonian troops. Medical supplies were few and supplies from APCs were well over two hours away, a situation compounded by occasional ambushes and raids. Several tanks and minigun teams continued to pound the faraway village with suppressing fire. They also covered the main advance, consisting of ten 45th Armored tanks and fifteen more from the 67th Trooper Division. They had support in varied infantry teams. The deforested clearing was hard going; mines lay throughout the entire field, while cleverly concealed traps killed the occasional infantryman. Sergeant Hobbins, one of the squadron leaders, remarked to his lieutenant, "Damn. These guys are fond of pit traps and piano wire, aren't they?"

His lieutenant's reply was cut short by a mine.

Commander Xanthiar was pleased. The swifties, Nistolonians riding fast jungle lizards had showed up in the village and had been dispatched to the left flank, where they had joined up with the 222nd armoured. They were pushing the Slovakastanians back, slaughtered their way through a field hospital, and were closing on the center of the enemy advance. Drop troops had cut off the Slovakatanian retreat, and the 23rd bomber wing had finaly arrived. It was over for that flank. The medical APCs had escaped, and the a few minigun nests were close enough to the main advance to be safe, but the situation was under control. On the right flank, however, the opposite was taking place. Only solitary rangers roamed there, among the armoured cars and tanks of the 45th, and the APCs of infantry divisions.

The door opened. Lieutenant Genraen and a few techs entered the room. One of the engineers was holding a small box, rapped completly in tape and smelling of bleach.
Xanthair turned. "What is it?"
Genraen held out the box. "It's a weapon. A weapon more powerful then all the tanks and guns we have out there combined. A weapon to win the war."
Xanthair looked suspicious. Genraen was famous for trying to elevate his position and someone elses expense. He would join the Slovakastanians if he thought they would win.
"A weapon? Like, a nuclear bomb detonator or something?"
"Much more subtle. This is a disease."
"Shit!" Xanthair stepped quickly away from the box "Is that thing safe?"
"Well, to us it is. This is a strain of the virus that hit Nistolonia so long ago. The one that killed enough Nistolonians for our nation to officialy not exist anymore."
"They destroyed all the samples! It was some form of ebola or something! There was no cure! If you let that out, you'll kill us all!"
Genraen's smile grew wider
"Oh no it wont. Remember, the only ones who survived the disease were those with an immunity to it. All Nistolonians are immune."
"Do you want to know what the UN will do to us?" snapped Xanthair, backing away "Thats a chemical weapon! You havent seen what it does to people! Bleeding from all the pores in their body, crying blood, dissolving into a soapy mass withen days of their death! You've never been in a biological hot zone, you've never even been in a battle! You're a desktop soldier! What about the consequences?"
"It just looks like a jungle disease to the misguided fools at the UN, you fool" snapped Genraen "It will spread among the Slovakastanians like wildfire, and it will look natural. Then, it comes back to the home country...We win! Slovakastania will be nothing more then a ghost country, and Nistolonia will be stronger then ever!"
"Genraen..." muttered Xanthair, "You're insane. It'll get on a plane, it'll go somewhere else. We're talking about something that will destroy the world as we know it! Who knows what will happen! Get that thing out of here!"
Genraen scowled "You wouldnt want me to drop this, would you? By accident? The folks at Gamma labs wont be pleased."
Xanthair pulled his pistol "You tell the folks at gamma labs to stick this up their ass!"
Genraen turned and started up the corrider.
"What are you going to do about it, Xanthair? Kill me?" He laughed mockingly.
Xanthair would have shot him there if he hadnt turned the corner. He grabbed the comm unit. "Tiger unit, get your asses up to the top and stop lieutenant Genraen! Dont let him release whats in the box he's carrying! Move!"
The 20 men from tiger unit turned out of the corridor, following a flight of stairs. Endrakon reached topside first. He cought a glimpse of Genraens retreating form behind a house.
"After him!"
Denhulian was behind him. "What the hell does he have, anyway?"
"Fucked if i know. Command wants him down though. Hey-shit!"
He dove to earth in time to see Genraen run into a group of Slovakastanian soldiers. The shots quickly blow out chucks of his torso and sent him spinning to the ground.
"Denhulian, call command! Tell them we've got hostiles! Is the box alright?"
"Looks fine. They're ignoring it. Just checking people who heard."
"Lets get back to base, double time. We'll pick up the box later."
The squad retreated, back the way it had came. The box lay in a pool of blood, unnoticed by the Lestana commandos.

OOC: Sorry, this is all I can do for now...

IC: "Shit shit shit!" Harrison cried as an entire squadron of Nistolonian troops spotted them. "All right, fire team two, flank right and flush them out! Fire team one, accompany me on evasive manuevers! We need to reach the enemy CP, pronto!"

Fire team two rushed right, catching sight of the enemy group as they moved through an intersection crossing an alley. They opened fire, and five Nistolonians fell- two fleeing, three attempting to provide cover fire. Team two rushed at the retreating squadron, firing.

Team one moved in formation down the street, watching for enemy forces. An occasional enemy soldier stuck his head out of a window, firing, but was quickly blown to shreds by the Slovakastanian commandoes. Coming around a bend, a small hill was topped by an enemy machine-gun post. Harrison quickly shrunk back against a building as it fired lead in their direction, bullets clattering off the brick walls.

"Demo charges, stat, deploy!" A second later, twin pyro grenades lit up the machine-gun nest in flames. Harrison's fire team stormed up the street, advancing on what looked to be the command post of the Nistolonian garrison.

Fire team two's men continued to persue the enemy units. After a good five minutes, they rejoined with Harrison's team after taking down eight men.

"They got away, sir!" One yelled as the wind whipped his face with rain.

"No matter, they led us exactly to where the command post is! Advance on the fortified structure!"

Meanwhile, the right flank had totally broken as the Slovakastanians advanced. Now joined by members of six different armored units, they ground over all the rangers in their path as the moved on the village. The same went for the notably slower central assault, which suffered from a propensity of cleverly deployed traps. All of the scattered units had managed to reassemble themselves into a rudimentary force.

Though the left flank had crumbled, the Nistolonian counterattack was held back by the support squadrons. the few tanks not actively engaged in battle continued to pound artillery on the village, not far away.

The blowing of the bunker door was felt through the command post. Xanthair grabbed him comm. "Defenses compromised. Looks like about 10 commandos have entered the base. Repeat, 10 commandos in the base."
He reached out and yanked the master switch, cutting the lights all over, then pumped two quick shots into the pannel the make sure no-one would turn it back on.
Gunshots echoed further up the corrider and Xanthair swore. They'd be here any second. He'd have to blow the comm unit. First, he pulled the encryption disk from the unit and plugged it into his own. He'd have to use his personal comm for the time being. Pulling out his grenades, he pulled the pin and placed it next to the radio, before hurrying out the door, dropping what looked like a medkit in his haste and pulling on his night vision goggles..
"Freeze!"
2 of the commandos closed on him, their eyes obscured by their NVGs. He slowly raised his hands. They advanced and one reached to put hand cuffs on him. Just then, the grenade went off in the next room. immediatly, their guns flew to that room for half a second. "What the hell?" one asked, spinning to point his gun back at Xanthair.
Too slow.
Xanthair lashed out, one fist at each, his index finger pushing through their lower jaw with a quick thrust. Without a moments hesitation, he swung his fist into the first ones neck, spun, and cought the others gun as he spluttered against the blood pouring out of his mouth. Before the first had regestered his broken neck, Xanthair fired a quick burst of fire into the second from the rifl he had grabbed. Drawing his own pistol, he stepped over the still-cooling corpses and into the darkess of the tunnels.

Salohcin and Adria led their squads through the tunnels, spliting up and using commlinks to communicate. It was so easy, Salohcin later recalled, trap the remaining humans in fire team 2 in a small room, throw an flash/bang to overload their NVGs and kill them with knifes and swords as staggered around in the dark. One team down, one to go.

Fire team one was equipped with nightvision goggles, codecs, and close-range piston rifles. They wouldn't go down as easily as the unfortunate team two, especially not when led by Harrison.

They split up into two preallocated groups, Omega A and Alpha B. Omega was led by Harrison and spearheaded the infiltration. Alpha B was composed of several combat engineers who immediately went to work in the maintenance underground disabling critical equipment. The service hatch above them as watched by a skilled close-range specialist with a flame pack and rifle. They went about their business in the dark, welding open the service pipelines and hacking into the communications network. One by one, the panels throughout the headquarters building flipped off.

"Go, go, go!" The guard yelled, and they scurried up the hatch one by one before dropping a chaff grenade below them. Instantly, the entire electronics network in the area went out. The Nistolonians were effectively blinded.

Fire team one swept through the building, blowing down doors and spraying soldiers with lead. Their nightvision allowed them to move with relative ease against the ill-prepared Nistolonians. They even met two squads of enemy special operations and annihilated them in seconds. Piston rifles were extremely effective in close quarters, especially when loaded with shotgun shells.

They eventually came to a large steel blast door, which was easily opened with two team members. Magnetized locks were useless without power...

In retrospect, it was an obvious trap...

Clunck
The team members glanced down at the metalic object that had dropped from the ceiling, and then up at the Nistolonian who clung there, about 6 feet above them.
"Shit"
The glop grenade showed the squad and door with sticky strands, and as they struggled, 8 or so shadowy shapes dropped down in front of them.
"Freeze, assholes"
Immobilized by the grenade, the squad was quickly stripped of their NVs and lkead away

Harrison shrunk back against the wall as the netting fell down on the rest of the squad.

Damn, he thought. The squad of enemy troops surrounded the rest of the team as Roy darted behind a now-dysfunctional mainframe. One of the squad members glanced at him inquisitively, motioning to the Nistolonians.

Harrison raised a finger to his lips and raised his rifle, waiting for the enemy to walk through the door.

OOC: This is a lot like Vietnam. Was it intended to be that way?

OOC: Not that I know of.

OOC: Think of the Nistolonians as better trained and equiped vietcong.
IC:
"Sir What to we do with this group?" An inquiring private looked at Xanthair as he walked out of the tunnel. Xanthair counted them, spoke into his comm and looked up. "One's still missing. Team Serpant, spread out among the tunnels and find them."
The 20 Nistolonians saluted and hurried off.
"Sir?" The private gestured to the prisoners.
In answer, the commander drew his pistol and fired and emptied the clip into the prone warriors. The Nistolonians stepped away from the expanding pool of blood.
The comm crakled. "Commander, we've got a small problem. It looks like the blood is attracting some dragonsnakes. A whole brood of them, in fact. We found a Slovakastanian Lestana unit, half eaten in sector 3-0, along with the remains of a light tank. It's all dragonsnake work. The holes,the poison, everything."
"Pull everyone out." said Xanthair into his comm. "Move to secondary defence positions. Leave the town. Repeat, preform Ghost manuver. Let the Slovakastanians deal with 25 meter snakes."
Affermatives came in over the comm.
Withen 30 minutes, the town was empty. Only a few Nistolonian snipers remained, along with Harrison, who had escaped before the tunnels were sealed. Even the corpses had all had a thermal grenade detonated on them. There was no sign that the Nistolonians had ever been there.
OOC edit: Dragon snakes are the largest and most dangerous predators in Nistolonia. 25 meter long snakes, they resemble cobras. Nistolonians revere them as gods, and one could say they are right, as a brood of Dragonsnakes can destroy a tank division with minimal casualties.

OOC: What happened to the rest of Harrison's squad?

IC: The Slovakastanian force marched slowly forward into the open. Nistolonian opposition had fully vanished. The heavily trapped terrain proved an obstacle, but the advance was unstalled.

The 45th Armored, accompanied by three other tank divisions and somewhere along the lines of 18 infantry platoons, finally rolled into its prized destination.

"Sir, we've got a problem," a young tech engineer said slowly to his CO. "We're missing four or five Lestana squadrons."

"Private, are you talking about the ones sent into the town?"

"Nossir. Several Lestana squads were dispatched as spotters into the forest approximately five hours ago. Contact was lost betweeen 2-3 hours ago, but we assumed it was a normal communications blackout from Harrison's squad's chaff. But they still haven't reported in, extremely odd. And seeing as Harrison himself showed back up in one piece, it's probably safe to assume that the Nistolonians didn't have the capacity to destroy that many squads."

"Not even enemy SAD teams?" the officer asked, scowling.

"No, sir. There would've been survivors in any case." The engineer hesitated. "Sir, several armored escorts were lost too."

"More than likely taken out by enemy anti-armor fire." He growled, "Still, no explanation on the disappearance of five squads of highly trained men... Search-and-rescue?"

"Sir, I'd presume there's no need for such a measure. They're likely dead if-"

A shot rang out, and the engineer's face exploded, spraying the stunned officer with blood. He shambled back into his jeep as sniper fire seemed to erupt all around them.

Within three minutes, infantry had rooted out six snipers, killed four and taken two hostage. The lone translator interrogated the hostages briefly, and reported in to Bastion Commander Tarkson.

"Sir... They say the Gods are upon us. Any idea what that might mean?"

Tarkson looked puzzled, and turned back to the translator. He was rudely interrupted by distant hissing. Rushing to the window of the former Nistolonian command post, a torn and bleeding body slammed into the glass with a resounding thud. It stuck momentarily, then slid down the window, leaving a trail of blood and tissue amongst the cracks.

"Good lord, that was Lieutenant Williams- he was assigned over half a mile away-" Gunfire started in that wing of town, accompanied by frantic screams and orers. Bewildered infantry began to wander in the direction of the commotion...

"Sir?" The private gestured to the prisoners.
In answer, the commander drew his pistol and fired and emptied the clip into the prone warriors. The Nistolonians stepped away from the expanding pool of blood.


Thats what happened to them. Nistolonian Justice.

IC:
The Nistolonian defence had fallen back to the Kelsalar Mountian range, rigging the area with mines and booby traps. Rangers patroled the area and reinforcements had arrived via Airdrop. The roads up the mountains had been blocked with fallen trees, large holes and big rocks, with a dash of mines. Camoflauged AA nests and Antitank railguns bristled from the sides of the mountians, and the tunnels and jungle swarmed with Nistolonian troops. 3 squadrons of Vipers were hidden in the mountians, with another 4 nearby, supported by the larger bombers. The area in front of the mountian had been cleared away with toxic chemicals, leaving a 2 mile "killing ground" for the slovakastanians to cross. The 23rd, 49th and 3rd infantry (the ones defending the village) had their losses replaced by the 31st, and were joined by the 4th, 9th and 28th infantry. The 222nd armoured had to be airlifted over the mountains and were used as fire support. The Anacondas of the 12th artillery had been supported by the 3rd, and the 8th Black Dragon regiment had arrived as well.
Air strikes and paratroopers had been sent to the supply lines and pass in an attempt to slow down the Slovakastanian army.
The defence force settled down to await the coming storm...

Instead, they were greeted by a group of soldiers shambling, horribly wounded, up the pass. They wore looks of shock and surprise, bleeding everywhere, moaning incessantly. The Slovakastanians were unarmed.

Two Nistolonian squads met them head-on, aiming rifles in their faces.

"... Snake..." One whispered, collapsing dead into the arms of a Nistolonian trooper.

The Slovakastanian advance had been torn asunder at the seams. Most, or possibly all of the 45th Armored lay in smoking ruins. The remainder of the infantry force and the surviving tank crews were being slaughtered by the eight or nine giant lizards moving through the town. Minigun teams were destroyed as they aimed at the giant critters, low-flying support helicopters were swatted out of the air with flame from their mouths, and all but heavy tanks were crushed in an instant. To add to the challenge, Nistolonian traps had been laid in the village, keeping infantry movement bogged down.

After a nine-hour battle, 347 men lay dead, half as many wounded, and over a hundred had deserted out of sheer fear. Only two of the beasts had been taken down by point-blank tank cannon fire. The ones that survived had retreated, hissing, into the jungle. They were deadlier than the Nistolonians ever were. No doubt this was why they lived underground.

As the units pulled themselves back together, sometimes literally, more Slovakastanian brigades advanced. Two full Artstetch core combat groups and eighteen platoons moved towards the mountain ranges to the west. Scouting planes had reported nothing, but that didn't mean that Nistolonian forces weren't lying heavily camoflauged in the jungle.

Learning from the horrific and all-consuming battle that had raged over something as small as a village, all platoons now had flamethrower troopers and incendiary grenades. Several of the Arstetch tanks had been re-outfitted with dual flamers on the turret and on the sides, adding up to an impressive five flamethrower mounts. These tanks were known as Hellhound Support Vehicles, and the special mix of fuel (glutonous liquid oxygen mixed with purified napalm concentrate) they carried was more than capable of burning through the heaviest jungle in seconds. Several of the long-range missile platforms had been equipped with missiles loaded with a similar substance.

They'd burn down the entire f**king country if they had to, all right.

"Praise be to the cobra!" called the robed priest from the altar. "You have sent your avatars to strike down our enemies!"
Cheers from the Nistolonians
"We offer you this humble sacrifice!"
The priest lit the fire before him, and the flesh of the Slovakastanians who had died before reaching the Nistolonian med station filled the air with an aromic (For a Nistolonian) sent.
More cheers erupted from the massed Nistolonians as the mass ended.
General Kondralin sent the troops back to defensive positions. The snakes, he knew, would avoid the mountain for now, driven away by the false sent sprayed everywhere that masked most of the Nistolonian presence. He also knew that the snakes, and perhaps more jungle creatures, would come if the battles lasted long. He muttered a quick prayer and slipped into the command bunker. The door closed, leaving no sign of its existance.

A Lestana Force scouting squadron sighted the Nistolonian defensive line during their hellish "ritual". Disgusted yet overjoyed at discovering the hidden enemy, they radioed from the mountaintop the exact coordinates of their position.

The Slovakastanian force was announced by fire. Without warning, eight Chrissakes flying in formation launched napalm missiles on the Nistolonian lines. Instantly, the air became a haze of AA fire as hidden guns opened fire into the bitter air. Six of the craft made it back unscathed, their black undersides making it impossible to aim. One exploded in midair, and an eigth smashed into a mountain after taking heavy fire to its right secondary fuel thrusters.

The jungle aflame, Slovakastanian infantry moved forward in specially coated, flame retardent APCs. RPG fire crippled several, but most made it into the forest undamaged. There, their backs flipped open and infantry wearing heat-retardent camoflauge suits and gas masks ran into the jungle. One in five carried a flamethrower. The Nistolonians used cover wisely, seeming to retreat and then flanking, but prolonged exposure to the heat fried a good third of the two platoons guarding the initial pass in minutes.

With the defenses softened, Hellhounds and Arstetches made thier advance. Roaring through the jungle, they activated their flamers immediately after passing the Slovakastanian infantry, sending a huge wave of scalding heat up the mountainside. The fire caught; spreading quickly, Nistolonian snipers abandoned their treetop posts and fled on foot. Many moved into subterranean bunkers. Fifteen minutes into the battle, the first one encountered was dealt with by simply pouring flamer fuel down the hatch and lighting it.

It was a magnificent barbeque.

The sound of distant jets could be heard coming from behind the mountains. Appearing over the crest, there appeared what looked like swarms of small, black birds, flying low to the ground. As they got closer, it became evident they were tiny fighters, bristling with guns, but far too small to be carrying occupants. Encountering no air resistance, they quickly elevated out of the reach of small arms fire, banked, and without firing a shot flew back from the direction they came.
They were back within minutes, this time accompanied by much larger craft. As they moved over the battleground a second time, hissing bombs fell from the larger aircraft. Wherever one fell, a fireless shockwave expanded almost silently. Reaching their full size, the orbs seems to stand still for a moment, their insides blurring, almost as if its contents were suspended in liquid. Then, with a escalating roar, the orbs collapsed on themselves, everything inside being smashed together with a force that snuffed out fire, tore down trees, and crumpled vehicles into unrecognizable scrap.
At first, AA fire was surprisingly sparse; the flame weapons being used on the ground were of little use against planes. As the bombers began to circle around and fly away however, Slovakastanian guns began to bear down upon them. In response, the tiny fighters formed protective screens, suicidally shielding the larger craft by swooping into any fire which would actually have hit. What would have downed the bombers instead destroyed a few of the tiny fighters, as the planes sped away.
In a mobile command helicopter some distance behind the front line, Huxley studied the first engagement reports streaming in. The robotic 138th air division had cleared enough of the troublesome forest to create an insertion point, as well as striking down of few of the invading Slovakastanian units. Suiting up in a jet propulsion suit, he gave the armored helicopters containing his air-strike team orders to advance.
Time to take this fight to the ground.

A cheer rose up from the Nistolonian lines as the Seph air force finsihed its attack run. As they banked away, artillery spotters radioed in the coordanates of the infantry on the mountain. The anacondas, protected in their underground bunkers, rained firey death on the Slovakastanian Infantry. Nistolonian fighters mopped up the infantry fleeing back to the Slovakastanian defensive line.

Meanwhile, the 98th and 34th droptroops, accompanied by adder and fenris teams, were heading towards the pass. Salohcin could see the prefab base set up by the slovakastanians. Large planes loaded with munitions and fuel trucks loaded with napalm unloaded their contents into huge fuel cylinders and ammo dumps. Salohcin put down his binoculars. "looks like ground defense is...pretty heavy, and some heavy AA. Drop the Dragons here. We'll disable the AA guns."
"Yes sir"
The 2 vipers dropped, and the Black Dragons quickly assembled into support teams and jooged the last kilometer to the airstrip, using the burned out husks of trees as cover. They stopped at the outskirts and Salohcin checked again with his binoculars.
"Looks like...5 mobile AA, about 10 stationary. Lestrean, bring up the disguises."
teams one and two, for a total of ten, put on the Slovakastanian infantry armour, using the helmets to hide their destinctave ears.
"I can hardly move!" complained Kenlia, experimentally lifting and dropping her arm. "How to those humans stand it?"
"Who knows?" grinned Salohcin. "Lets go. The rest of you, sniper positions!"

The team walked into the camp, where a sentry walked towards them. "I need to see some ID." he muttered in a bored drawl.
With a praticed grimice of annoyance, Salohcin drew out an ID, taken from a Lestana sergeant who had wandered to close to the Nistolonian camp. "I'm sergeant Walker, 3rd Lestana unit. We were ordered to fall back to here to rearm after the Seph airstrikes."
"Alright, you're clear." The sentry waved his arm dismissivly
As the team walked in, Salohcin clicked his comm once. At the signal, the teams outide opened fire, felling several nearby soldiers.
"Snipers!" Troops ran into cover, franticly searching the area for the unseen assailants. The Black Dragons conveniantly ducked behind the two nearest AA guns, pulling out and planting small explosives. Kenlia had fled to the command center when the shooting started, and was no doubt working on disabling the power grid. They moved on to the next ones. When they reached them, Hollowin detonated the first two guns.
"They must have RPGs!" Screamed Salohcin in a good imatation of a scared trooper. "Get away from the AA guns!"
They fell back, stopping behind the last AA gun long enough to plant the last explosive. Salohcin's comm clicked.
"Power's down." whispered Kenlia. "Drop troops are clear."
"Lestrean, call in the droptroops!" Salohcin loaded an explosive round into his rifle and aimed at the gas tanks that rose up from behind the base. Kenlia ran out of the command center as the Viper jets flew downwards. Salohcin pulled the trigger. The shot hit the gas tank and it exploded, catching the next ones. The chain reaction turned the base into a firestorm.
"Holy shit." muttered Lestean as a wave of heat swept over them. Seconds later, the drop troops had landed, begining a mop up of the base. Salohcin radioed in for the reinforcments that lurked in the surrounding jungle and burnt out woods.
The Slovakastanian army were cut off.
OOC: Thats a lot of gas you were using. You cant possibly have enough gas in your trucks to use the flame thowers for very long.

Surrounded by robotic BAT34 air superiority fighters, Huxley's helicopter squadron flew low over the battleground. He had seen the damage from reports and video..but there was always something different about being there, and looking onto the burning forest, seeing the shelled tanks and the bodies. Something tragic...
The commander shook his head as if to rid himself of the idea, letting his military conditioning wash through him, completely erasing the emotion. He was destined from before birth to be an officer of the Seph military, genetically built for his job, and he would do his duty without regret, question, or remorse.

"Sir, should we set down in the clearing?" The voice of his second in command from his headset threw him out of his reverie. Scanning the radar, Huxley frowned. "No, we're splitting evenly, pre-arranged grouping delta. You take secondary, fly down here, make contact with Nistolonian defense forces and secure the area. Primary, we are going to exit the helicopters, fly low using our packs and check out those explosions strait ahead..see what needs to be done. Helicopters will stay in the air, retreat a minute of so behind lines in case we need quick pickup."
"Roger that Sir, ready on your mark."

"Mark."


In unison, the Seph forces poured like rain out of the helicopters.

The chaos of the fuel dump explosions had thrown the Slovakastanian supply line into disarray, but the majority of troop movement remained intact. Flamer fuel was running a bit low, but the "torch and advance" strategy was working well. Four regular army divisions had been diverted from rear guard duty to frontal assault, bringing up minigun teams and long-range STINGER2 launchers.

Seph infantry were storming down in all directions, much to the surprise of the Slovakastanian command. Stretched troop lines were bolstered with the addition of the support teams, which somehow managed to keep the heavy infantry at bay. Seph forces were extremely compromised by the same difficulties that had plagued the Slovakastanian assault- bad terrain, heavy defensive cover on the opposing force, lack of intel, vicious trap networks and constant ambushes by enemy special forces. More than one squadron leader had led his team into a trap; Lestana men did their duty well, leaving no trace that there had ever been a battle other than bloodstains and a signature officer's head on a spike.

In the meantime, while anti-air defense had been somewhat compromised, EMP missiles had been brought up on the secondary wave. Mounted on highly mobile AARV all-terrain vehicle platforms, they were more than able to evade most of the scattered strategic Nistolonian strikes to attempt to take down AA weaponry. Frequent hit-and-run attacks by enemy RPG teams failed to destroy the highly mobile EMP teams.

The next time Seph air forces came in, they were in for a surprise. A good EMP wave would neutralize their pathetic drones and open the way for a devastating missile wave from Chrissakes.

Slovakastanian infantry was having a fairly easy time clearing out the underbrush of enemy ambush teams. Having already secured well over eight miles into the mountains, they were coming incredibly close to breaking key enemy positions. Snipers and well-hidden machine gun teams proved to be the primary obstacle.

Arstetch units were running dangerously low on their fuel mix. Accordingly, they were organized into two waves; one would advance until they had secured enough ground to allow the second to proceed forward, after which they would be refueled from the scarce supplies. Fuel trucks were being forced to haul their supplies directly into the lines via cleared 'roads', a situation complicated by saboteur teams and constant ambushes.

Fortunately, despite considerable setbacks, the hardened Slovakastanian troops were holding up remarkably well under the circumstances. Effective communications and a good tactical approach anchored their assault. Though strategically archaic, the "burn it all" method proved to be effective, assuming a steady stream of supplies.

OOC2: another map http://photobucket.com/albums/b171/WarmasterNistolos/?action=view&current=SSNm.jpg
IC: The Slovakastanians pushed deeper into the mountain range, supported by tanks and Lestana teams on the flanks. The few Nistolonians they met hardly put up a fight, firing a few shots and fleeing. Most tanks were out of fuel for their flamethowers, and had attached miniguns instead. The lead divsion, lead by Captian Lestrade, had ammased a sizable kill count, counting the forces that they had driven off.
"If we keep going like this, We'll be in Nistolos in a few days!" laughed one soldier. Behind them, the driver of a tank opened up his hatch. "I'm out of fuel, we're gonna have to break them down the old fashioned way. Someone gimmie a hand with this minigun." As the squad turned, a nistolonian sniper blew out the drivers head. "Ambush! Everyone down!" But it was too late. In a few seconds, the Nistolonians that had surrounded the team gunned them down with quick, precise sniper shots. The trap was sprung. Now bogged down in the jungle, and with the lines streached thin from recklessly charging forward, the Slovakastanians were caught unawares. The survivors of the initial attack retreated back out of the mountians, were the other Slovakastanians were fighting off Seph troops. At the same time, the forces in the recently captured Slovakastanian base launched their offensive, ambushing the rear guard and cutting of any retreat. Lurking like shadows in the scattered Slovakastanian lines, Nistolonian troops ambushed any AA guns or troops they could find, paving the way for air strikes. High flying planes kept relaying troops movements back to Nistolonian High Command, out of range of AA fire and the few remaining Slovakastanian planes that were being conserved in case of an actual air strike, the rest having run out of gas or lacking a safe place to land. The Nistolonian attacks were designed to quickly sever chunks of the Slovakastanian army away from reinforcements, were it was destroyed easly in one quick attack. Nistolonian vipers began bombing the dug in Slovakastanian troops, though the EMP missles took their toll.
OOC3: Slovakastania, you dont have ANY fuel. Most of your vehicles will give out soon from the problem of running out of gas.
Another map (after the attack)http://photobucket.com/albums/b171/WarmasterNistolos/?action=view&current=wd.jpg

OOC: 40 million troops? Seph sending in a billion? You've GOT to be fucking kidding. Not only would that be a logistical nightmare, that would mean that a third of your country would be highly trained jungle fighters and more for Seph. You also have to consider that your troops would cover, I don't know, um, 100-800 square miles of land? That's just ridiculous, and tantamount to godmoding. The largest battle in history, Stalingrad, consisted of 2-3 million Russians. I'm not going to consider continuing unless you stop that right now.

And while I'm not being a sore loser, (bombing my fuel depots was ingenious, and besides, I like writing about my troops losing because I get to use lots og gritty war detail), Seph coming in with a billion troops is Godmoding, and you're essentially saying that your force is stronger than mine no matter what (despite the fact that previous battles have shown your force's main tactic is sneakiness and guerilla warfare, and now you're changing to a Soviet-style tank and infantry swarm.)

Not to mention you've pretty much taken control of how my army responded under the guise that you're undefeatable. Because Seph jumped in with no warning whatsoever, you have me surrounded, without air cover, and outnumbered and outgunned (though once again previous battles have set the opposite precedent).

Honestly. Your post just throws all the good RPing we've had here out the window.

Please reconsider.

OOC: Seph has a huge population (4 billion, complusuary military service). But for me, ill edit my post. Sorry.

The other thing is, your troops have adapted to jungle fighting really quickly, and are acting better then mine, almost ignoring my defenses on the mountain. (It seems you have the opposite idea actually, so i guess we're just countering the other)
That and Nistolonia has a good airforce. That and yours is nonfuntioning now, as you dont have an airfield. I'm on the phone now, so tell me if i missed anything in editing my post

I'd prefer to wait for Seph before posting.

OOC: I dont think Seph sent 1 billion troops (more like 1 million at most). If thats the problem, just assume he has a reasonable amount of troops. He posts really late anyway. Like 8. As for me, I'm completly changing my post.

O.O.C.: Whoa...I think this blew over before I read it, but I'll still set some things strait. I understand I'm a lot larger than either of you, and I also understand its in everyone's interests to keep this war interesting (ie. no Godmodding, not ridiculously unbalanced). Seph has sent perhaps almost million troops, and a large division of fighters and bombers. Note that although this is a small number, it is using this opportunity to use its high-tech weapons and elite troops (that’s why you've seen me using g.m.o soldiers, implosion bombs and robotic fighters). Seph isn't compromising its defenses for this war, its just testing out some toys. That being said, Seph does not intend to lose this war. I think it is more than reasonable to say that with 4 billion people, a frightening economy, and a 100% tax rate almost exclusively used in defense will allow it to be a major player in this war, and send more waves if necessary. Seph has signed treaties to Nistolonia which it cannot renege upon, and must get involved if there is actual danger to Nistolonian homeland, but that’s it. The story has been going well so far, we should try to keep it that way.

Ok, i edited my post into something more reasonable.
Remember, Nistolonia might be all jungle warfare and hit and run, but with a strong economy and lots of defence spending, Its military is very well equiped fo any environment. They're not just viet kong with AK-47s, they're elite troops, trained from childhood, fighting in familiar place.

Hello? Slovakastania?

Due to Slovakastania's long absense, I have to assume that his forces have pulled out. Note that this is not godmodding, I just would like something else to happen to Nistolonia and Slovakastania has been gone for weeks. We'll resume again if he ever gets back.
(Slovakastania I wired you a telegram)
IC: Nistolonian and Seph forces have pushed the Slovakastanians out of Nistolonian terriory and back to their own country. The prisoners of war given the choice between joining Nistolonia as a work corps to aid in recontructing the lands devestated by the flame weapons of the enemy, or being ritually sacrificed to thank the Cobra Gods for this victory.
350 Slovakastanians chose death over dishonor. The Gods will welcome them into the Afterlife. The jungles burned down by the Slovakastians have begun to regrow, a sign of the tenacity of the Nistolonian Environment.
Long Live Nistolonia! (Cheers)