NationStates Jolt Archive

"Today's top news stories:" the attractive young blonde newshost reported, "The Allanean territory of Yurka City is under siege by Krendian forces; the presidant of Krendakov re-marries and Trogdor has been burninating peasants in their thatched roof cottages in newly claimed territory in Eastern Krendakov. Now to the area around Yurka City with our reporter, Comrade Robert Davidson."

A Western-European looking man in his mid-thirties appeared on the screen. He was wearing a blue suit that was covered with an orange kevlar vest; in the background one could see Yurka City out on the its island, in the fore - several artillary pieces and at least half-a-dozen soldiers.

The reporter waited for a second, as he waited to be told that he was on, then he began to speek, "Thank you comrade, this seige began erlier on this morning, and our brave soldiers have been arriving all morning. There have been artillary pieces deployed, as you can see," he motioned behind himself in the direction of the artillary, "but it will not be used unless we must. There are also SAM's to defend from any Allanean air units that might try and lift our siege. We do not want war, but if they refuse to give up the members of the Krendian Royal Line that live there, we will be forced to engage. It is rumou--" He stopped talking as a Su-27 flew overhead, " It is now proved that the Krendian Air-Force will be deployed to assist in this move. Now back to you in the studio, Comrade Efimko Talerka."

"Thank you comrade, today presidant Aleksei Obeshlik re-married to Kuro Chizura. His first wife died when..."

Immediate action was taken. This was what they had been waiting for, for days now. And, there was a new scapegoat for war. The Halladi government had released information to the public, not entirely false, detailing the terrorists who had attacked a Halladi childrens hospital had recieved their arms in Yurka City. With the Halladi people to geared to apprehend anyone connected with the terrorist attack, popular opinion was for war and the Krendakov annexation of Yurka.

As per the plan, several units in the Halladi Red Space Fleet dropped from orbit and enacted an aerospace blockade on Yurka. The fleet consisted of the Island class mothership James Newman, one Stovetop class carrier, two Shark Mk.II Cruisers, eight Franklin-class Ortillery Cruisers, ten Newman-class Static Barrier Cruisers, fifteen Wasp Mk.II Ion Cannon Frigates, twenty Porcupine Mk.II Anti-Fighter Frigates, and thirty Hedgehog-class Bombardment Frigates. There were fourty eight Sparrow fighters patrolling the air.

Near Hallad a small wet navy task force was assembled, and another of all submarines was assembled and prepared for battle. Two divisions of men, who were already mobilized, were ordered to board transports and head to Krendakov. This would also be the debut of the new Halladi fighter, the MiG-41 Valkyrie. Two hundred of them were in the air within and hour, and on their way to airfields in Krendakov. Several regiments of other planes were also sent to Krendakov.

Byron Fisk, a 480 lb, 6'7 behemoth of a man, scowled at the news report. After a few seconds, he phoned the office of General Marco, the current Minister of Defense. "Deploy Civils to this Yurka City at once, via insertions from teh Navy, no matter how much they may bitch about it."

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In orbit, several ships alter course, one being the CSS Juggernaut, a Dreadnought just short of a kilometer in length. The large ship released allmost four dozen small ships, the others releasing only three or four each.

The dropships streaked through the atmosphere, coming in a a 40 degree angle at more than mach 10 for much of the descent. Decellerating rapidly, the pods became much more vulnerabel to enemy fire, but a good 55% of the weight of the ship was armor. Anything short of bunker busters would not destroy them in teh air, but well plaes shots would send them spinning out of control to a rather harsh impact in the wilderness and the sea.

As the sixty odd ships approached the city, the Dreadnought in orbit relayed a message to both sides.

"You have crossed an ally of the European Empire of Crimmond. May whatever Gods you believe in have mercy on your souls, for we shall not. Alaneans, I have only one thing to say to you, on behalf of the European Empire... In the words of our first ruler 'To have mercy on an enemy is to allways have an enemy. Let not one survive!'"

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Byron Fisk
Minister of Internal Security

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Strangely, no fighters were launched to protect the dropships and the Dreadnought moved off once the transmission was completed, along with the other ships, back to their previous orbit. Unless they were attacked, of course.

New Haven System

"Attention Admirals Wainwright and Pearson, you are hereby ordered to Earth to backup the Halladi Space Fleet in their aerospace blockade of Yurka City. Use whatever means necessary to defend the Halladis. Admiral Swanson will take the Third Fleet out of port to defend New Havenic Space while you are away. You are under the basic authority of the Halladi Aerospace Forces until we can get the 2nd Fleet HQ on Orion (a hollowed out asteroid in orbit of Mars) ready to supervise the 1st and 2nd Fleets. Beyond movement orders and basic attack orders, you are on your own. Good luck and God Bless.

New Havenic Fleet Command."

"Do you think this is serious, Admiral?" Commander Hutchinson said to Admiral Wainwright, CO of the 1st fleet.

"They wouldn't send it like this if it weren't for real. Helm, set course for Earth. Alert all vessels to prepare for immediate hyperspace jump to Earth. Dock all fighters and corvettes."

"Fighters and corvettes docked, FTL coordinants locked. We will arrive in cislunar space over Haven," the helm operator responded. "New Haven Hyperspace Gate ready for jump."

"Call the gate and give Hermes Control the coordinants. Enter at your convenience, Mr. Iverson," Wainwright ordered. The 1st fleet was the first to make the jump to Earth, followed by the 2nd fleet. Shields were up but weapons remained uncharged.

Secret IC:
A group of 10 Foxtrot-class submarines move themselves from harbour and begin to make their way to the waters of Yurka City. They are prepared to take on any enamy ships in the area, believing themselves capable of taking anyone down. Soon they would be in position.

The Personal Logs of Captain Jabbar Qutaiba, captain of the HRNS James Newman

I hate Allaneans. I really do. I want them dead. All of them.

I live to serve the party.

If only comrade Muhammad saw things my way. With the James Newman alone I could crush these Allanean dogs! Comrade Muhammad, when will you see things my way?

I want them dead. I will kill them.

Comrade, send me in the James Newman. Only then will the Halladi Workers Republic reign supreme. We are a super power! We must use this to our advantage.

Everyday we become stronger, and the Allaneans, the GPE, the capitalists become weaker.

The Proletarians, the yearn to be one with the Halladi Workers Republic.

The Bridge of the James Newman

Captain Qutaiba was in fully uniform. He always was, the military was his life. He was not a normal man, he was not a sane man. But, he was a good soldier. And that is what the Halladi Military looked for. He had read the New Haven tactic archives time and time again. He knew what to do.

"Comrade Captain! Enemy ships, they've launched drop pods." An officer said.

Qutaiba looked over his shoulder at him. "Is the Socialist Triumph in its position at the bottom of the fleet?"

He refered the Stovetop class carrier.

"Yes, sir. They haven't moved since we arrived."

"Excellent. Order them to raise sheilds to full, and ram the drop pods."

The officer nodded.

Jabbar knew full well that it was a waste of ammunition to shoot at the drop pods. Ramming them, with shields at full, would destroy them with minimal damage. One percent, perhaps less, of the shield strength would be lost.

Confederate Main Command

"General, what forces do we have on tap?"

"Precious little, Sir. Damn those liberals and their downsizing. We have the Nine Justices battlegroup there, and our airforce is stationed there. Of course, to call that our airforce is an insult to real air forces. A thousand fighters is not an airforce, it’s a joke!"

"And space forces. Admiral Cameron, what do we have?"

The naked man shrugged. "Nothing much. We have four decommissioned, unstaffed battleships, two Porcupines in orbit, and two battleships that are crewed. I ordered to pull all space forces to Earth, but it ay I feel an appeal to Imperial forces is in order… and we have a few tricks up our sleeve yet."

"Very well, Admiral. Proceed to Izumi Procedures"

"Aye aye, Marshal Bennings"

Official Announcement of the Confederate States Congress

"Today we are pained to learn that, again, the Confederate States is at war. Again, the vile Communist hordes and their Islamofascist allies are extending their dirty paws to grab at Lady Liberty. Again, peace, friendship, brotherhood are violated. We now officially place the nation on a war footing. To the people of Crimmoond and the Greater Prussian Empire, we say, thank you for all you do for us. To the communists, we say this: We hope you all die, and we hope there’s a God - so he banishes you to Hell for all of eternity."

Far in space, above Krendakov

The two Porcupines - the CSS Alabama and the CSS South Carolina moved only slightly in space, their main cannons spinning up soundlessly, spitting forth 10 monstrously oversized 300mm rounds per second, aimed at the Krendakov positions. As the rounds entered athmosphere,, their outer coating fell apart, apart, deploying far smaller - but faster - projectiles, striking two Krendakovian airfields in the blockade area. This went on for five seconds. During that time, the sheer roar of the oversized miniguns caused five crewmen to go permanently deaf. One went insane. Another one had his eyeballs rupture from the insane vibration - he was not wearing any of the requisite protective clothing.

In total, 100 rounds of ammunition were fired by the monstrous cannons.

At the same time, a decommissioned Bulwark II battlecruiser, with it shields on to prevent athmospheric burn-up and enemy weapons from shooting it down - which was not really possible in the time frame - began speeding down towards Krendakov city, the crew ejecting after they activated the kamikaze software.

When it hit, the Confederate Stellar Navy would be down to 19 ships.

(OOC: I have 20 ships in the navy and 1 under FEMA. Hallad outnumbers me)

Communique from First Fleet to Crimmond Vessels

Attention Crimmond Navy, this is Admiral Wainwright of the Imperial First Battle Fleet of New Haven, accompanied by the Imperial Second Battle Fleet of New Haven. We implore you to turn back immediately before your forces cause more unnecessary bloodshed. If you withdraw immediately and do not interfere any further in this operation, we will not pursue your vessels or bring war to your lands and grant you neutrality. We will only do this if you turn back now. This is your final warning."

Cislunar Space

"Admiral, we have enemy Porcupines detected attacking friendly positions."

"All ships, open up all batteries! Prepare ion cannons and charge the siege cannons! Trinity Ortillery Platforms should prepare for immediate ship-to-ship attack! Launch all drones, gunships and corvettes! All hands to battlestations!" Klaxons wailed as crewmen and officers rushed to their stations, the mighty gravguns of the Island-class Motherships/Superdreadnaughts New Haven and Asherton. along with their support vessels, opened up on the battleships attacking the Krendakov positions.

"Attention Allanean vessels, this is the Combined First and Second Imperial Fleets of New Haven! Stand down and surrender immediately or be destroyed!"

OOC:

For more information on fleet numbers and ship statistics, please visit http://s12.invisionfree.com/NHSI.

Aleksei had Chizura in his arms, they were still in their clothes from the wedding. Aleksei was about to carry her over the threshold of their room, when General Zagradka Interrupted.
"Sir, Madam, you must get into the Nuclear bunker immediately. There is a large starship on a collision course with this city! Everyone else is inside the bunker." He let Chizura down as they ran to the bunker. They made it down, and heard the warning sirens going off. It wouldn't help, they might not even survive in their bunker.

Aleksei and Chizura sat side by side in the bunker, Chizura was sobbing on Aleksei's shoulder. Aleksei was trying to comfort her, but he himself had streams of water running down his cheeks. Such was their sadness for the unnecissary loss of life in Krendakov City. Suddenly ther was an impact, they heard it, and felt it: a large crack ran across the roof. Everyone held their breaths. Nothing happend and a sigh of relief was let out amongst the people in the bunker.

News updates rang across the bridge of the Halladi vessels. Captain Qutaiba listened intently as the bad news came in. The capital of Krendakov was attacked by an Allanean space craft. The Allanean craft went kamikaze on the city. Cassualties were unknown at the time. That was the last straw.

"Lieutenant, what is the current situation." Captain Qutaiba asked, his voice boomed throughout the bridge.

"Ammunition and food are plenty. Morale is high. Our MiG-41 reinforcements our an hour away. The other planes are three hours away."

"Excellent. Well, not really. But they will pay for their actions against Krendakov."

The bridge was silent.

"What do you suggest?" The Lieutenant said.

"Oh. Well, round the clock ortillery strikes on Yurka."

The lieutenant radioed to the 38 Ortillery vessels.

"For the next two days." Finished Jabbar.

In the sky, it only took a moment. All hell broke loose. Thirty eight space craft opened fire on the city. Military targets were first priority, then industrial targets. The Allanean Navy and Air Armada in the area where the first targets fired upon. The Sparrow fighters in the sky refueled, and then patrolled the sky once more, looking to destroy an reminance of the "Air Armada."

OOC: Casualty numbers given to me by Krendakov via MSN

IC:
Fox News, Allanea

Good day, Allaneans.

This is a breaking new broadcast from the war in Yurka-City. Apparently, the brave sailors of the CSSN have performed a successful ortillery strike against the Krendakov capital. This below is a video filmed for us by an embedded journalist aboard the CSS Alabama.

The video showed the ominous dark shape of the battlecruiser speed through the night, obscuring the city lights of Krendakov-city. Then, a huge explosion, like a bright new star deep down below the Allanean ship filming it. Thousands - millions - of Allaneans cheered out loud as they heard the words of the broadcaster, who continued: According to our sources, anywhere between two and three million Krendakovians are now dead. The war is only into it’s first hours.

In Port-Allanea, the Furry Airborne ran towards shuttles that took it to orbit, singing angry cadence as they went

Load another magazine
In my trusty M-16
‘cause all I ever wanna see
is bodies, bleeding bodies!

Hundreds of people, dozens of dropships, slamming doors, roaring engines. The primal chaos that was war was about to be unleashed

Throw another hand-grenade
Shoulda seen the mess I made,
‘cause all I ever wanna see
is bodies, broken bodies!


Yurka-City, orbit and otherwise

Within the first minutes of the bombardment, two hundred fifty allanean Aircraft were destroyed. Three of the Nine Justices were going down to the bottom of the ocean, fast. Then, the CSSN came into play. The two Porcupine Mk II craft switched their fire towards the Halladi battleships, firing a stream of anti-ship AM-cored shells each on his own targets. The two active Bulwark II cruisers simply chose a Halladi ship each, and fired their maiin cannon, once.

When a one-kilometer-long battlecruiser hits you with it’s spinal cannon, it tends to hurt quite a bit.

In orbit over the city, three more Bulwarks and a small flock of frigates emerged into real space, reinforcing the Allaneans.

To the Island States Navy: Leave us alone. And live.

OOC: I officialise those numbers.
IC:
A differant news reporter was on, he looked South-East asian, the normal newsreporters had died in the attack.
"Breaking news: Millions of Krendians killed in a kamikaze mission in the capital. This was shown erlier on an Allenean news station" A screen showed up showing the body of the spaceship lighted up as it moved through the atmosphere, moving towards the clump of light that was the capital: the infamous symbol of Allenean Fox News was in the bottom left corner. The ship continued it's decent. A glowing fireball growing smaller and smaller as it got closer to the capital. Eventuall there was a giant explasion, that made the lights from the cities extreamly hard to see. when it cleared there was a black spot where the ship had crashed, the spot spread with the winds. The view went back to the new presentor.
"It is believed between two and three million Krendians died in the explosion. This will of course, provoke an attack on Yurka City by our forces." The view changed to the inside of a bunker; Presidant Aleksei stood there.

"Comrades," he began, "The Alleneans have attacked our Capitol. But will this stop us? NO! We are a hardy people, we have lived in some of the most difficult conditions the world has to offer, but we never gave up; and we never will! We will immediately start our bombardment of Yurka City. This will add to the bombardment began by our Comrades in Hallad."

The view changed again, this time to a shaky night vision view of Yurka City. One could see the shells from the Halladi Ships' bombardment exploding on the City. Soon the sound of artillary being fired was added to the noise of the the explosions, and soon there was many more. The view soon returned to the news reporter.
"We have paid our blood, now they shall pay thier own. This evil and utterly despicable attack from the Alleneans is an embarressment to their nation's record. We fervently hope this will result in an international outcry. This is all we have to say, goodnight comrades."

OOC: Is this FT?

In orbit, the Imperial Naval ships did not respond to the hails, merely returning to the orbit they were in before the drop, no weapons armed. Strange that they would so abandon the dropships.

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The dropships were large and cumbersome, but they were not defenseless. Swarm Missiles, small, short range missiles designed to overload shields and pepper armor, were fired off from the dropships, as the ground swelled beneath them.

It would be logical for the larger ship to ram the most concentrated area of the group, which was a bunch of ten ships. Only one of that bunch came down unscathed, another badly damaged, but able to land.

All around the city, the other fifty ships were also landing, in and among the skyscrapers. Out of each poured Civils in full battle armor, accompanied by armored transports and mobile anti-aircraft weapons. Each Marine carried OICW Series rifles and disposable AP Swarm Rockets.

2600 of the humanoid beasts roared as Swarms launched skyward, to ward off any aero-fighter strafing runs on the landing. The dropships were immediatly abandoned, as they were quite tempting targets, plus the cities defenses could use them immediatly.

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In less than ten minutes, a Civil Colonel, followed by a Corporal and a Captain, pushed open the door to the command center for the cities defense forces. "I am Colonel Tessrek, Crimmond Imperial Marine Corps. Who is in charge and what is the citie's current situation? We may have but minutes time to prepare for an asault of some sort..."

A Civil.... Perturbed. (http://usera.imagecave.com/Alpha-Zero/Picture008.jpg)(NOTE: That is NOT a regulation uniform)
A detail portrait of a Civil (http://usera.imagecave.com/Alpha-Zero/Picture010.jpg)

OOC: Is this FT?OOC: Future and Modern colliding

OOC: Oh, thanks. I may lend support to Krendakov.

OOC: Future and Modern colliding

In that case, I may lend support to Allanea. He is my ally via two alliances after all. I can make time in my RP schedule to fight some modern techies. :)

The Allenean shells ripped through the atmosphere, seperating as they went down: multiplying into many more rounds. They hit the Krendian airfields and all hell broke loose. There were explosians everywhere, hitting planes, ammo dumps, fuel dumps, barracks, mess halls and pretty much everything in the area of the airfield. By the end of it the arifields had been ripped to pieces and there had been a loss of 211 aircraft.

August 27, 2519

Provisional Government Headquarters, Greater Los Angeles, Los Angeles S.A.R.

Acting President Lindsey DeWinter looked at the communications feed, and the several commscreens in her office that were precariously set up against the far wall, no care for the massive bundles of wiring and cables hooked up to all of them to power them or connect them with the Intra-Cal Network, after hearing of the latest escalation of hostilities in the area of Haven, she picked up the headset for the private commscreen and dialed CINCPACFLT and CINCPACAF
and afetr waiting a few minutes the faces of General Eric Bauer, Commander In Chief Pacific Fleet and General Andrew Morrison Commander In Chief Pacific Air Force were online in split-screen mode. Lindsey settled into her seat to get comfortable as she saluted both men "Gentlemen, I assume that by now you have heard of the escalation of hostilities in Haven against Allanea. Right now my hands are tied on what measures to take, even while taking the chances that this war could very well find itself on our doorstep soon... I also assume that you have no doubt recently heard of our acquisition of a colony in Haven. It is of utmost importance right now that we protect our own interests at this current moment by securing the San Nereiana colony in Haven to prevent a war spilling into our backyards. Any suggestions?"

At this CINCPACFLT Gen. Bauer spoke up using a handkerchief to wipe the beads of sweat from his brow and rearranged his hat aftwards "Right now, Miss DeWinter I share the same sentiments about this conflict. We should send our forces to protect our interests but we shouldn't be doing anything that may send a message to others in the regions around our colony in Haven that we are preparing for a conflict when in fact we are merely fortifying our positions and heightening security protocols in the region so that as you said 'a war will not spill into our backyard'" Lindsey nodded taking a drink from the water glass at the far end of her desk... "What about you General Morrison?"

General Morrison nodded "I can't help but agree on everything that has been said... but I have to voice my opinion that we should plan for any contingency should anything arise. I think we should send forces over to San Nereiana, but I think we should be as discreet as possible and even employ some covert operations to ensure that we we are doing goes unnoticed. I think that because of our affiliation with some of those taking place in this war... notably Crimmond, Hallad and Allanea so far that we have to play our cards wisely I think we should do as best as we can right now not to tip our hand as to what we're doing or as to what we might be up to. As long as we maintain our cloak of secrecy with this plan of mine, I say it will go over one-hundred and ten percent successfully and we may even gain a larger foothold in Haven."

Lindsey sat amazed, and concerned at the same time. But she knew that what both men had said would be best effective if both were put on this project together. She looked up after a long period of consideration "I want you both to go ahead with this... I am placing the two of you in charge of this 'project' I want you to gather the Commanders In Chiefs for all areas located near the Area of Operations and get started on this. You two are to report directly to me, if at any one point in time anyone else comes into contact with you attempting to change the orders you have been given or to give you new orders on my behalf you are to completely neglect any such orders unless they come directly from myself and myself only. Is that understood?"

Both men nooded. Lindsey smiled "Thank you, you are doing California a great service and you will be greatly rewarded for your participation in this." She saluted and shut off the commscreen and disconnected from the Intra-Cal Network. She looked out one of the windows at the skyline of the city, thick black smoke still drifting towards the east-southeast from where CGP Exec. Tower 1 and the surrounding buildings in the Plaza once stood, rising from her chair and walking towards the window she sighed "It has begun."

High Earth Orbit

"Sir, the Trinity Cannons are in position and awaiting orders," the comm. officer aboard the New Haven reported.

"Order them to target Yurka City and destroy the city entirely," Wainwright ordered. "I want to see the Yurka crater become a sea."

The Trinity Ortillery Platforms slowly shifted until they lined up with the Yurka City for a direct shot. The eight platforms each targeted a specific district of the city, loading specialized ortillery depleted uranium kinetic shots w/ strong magnetic plasma shielding tips. The cannon discharged across its 500 meter length, using gravity to shoot the shell as fast as it could stand up to the atmosphere. The DU shots began to rain down as the cannons recharged, readying for another volley.

OOC: Hallad , remember my previous post

IC:
"Sir, they have directed the fire of their Trinity Cannon at the city! We are estimating that perhaps sixty thousand are dead, maybe more!"

The officer raised an eyebrow.

"Remind me again, what do we have?"

The adjutant shrugged. "We have five active-duty Bulwark cruisers, and two Porcupine Mk 2 cruisers. We also have the Miriel."

"Very well. Hit them."

The Bulwark cruisers spun around, each firing it’s monstrous main rail cannon, spanning the entire length of the 1-kilometer ship, at a separate Trinity. The Porcupines fired all anti-ship weapons they could bring to bear, various particle beam cannon and howitzers - while their main autocannon breathed fire, firing a constant stream of AM shells, each at a separate fire. Finally, the Miriel, the 3.5 kilometer monster rescue vessel that was the FEMA flagship, fire twice, aiming each of it’s Farad cannon at a different vessel, then powering down, expending all it had in those bursts. On the other hand, it was unlikely that anything hit by the several-gigaton blasts of those two cannon would survive to hit it now that it was vulnerable.

For the first time ever, despite over three dozen wars and half a dozen occupations, Crim Marines died in a nuclear strike in wartime. The rest that were left in the city would never be allowed back into the Empire, not with such radiation exposure. Out of the three hundred left, over half took their own lives, the others being too stubborn to take a quick death.

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The Dreadnought halted in it's orbit. So did the rest of that small battlegroup. From over the horizon, another Dreadnought appeared, heading away from it's 'mooring' at the orbiting dockyard with it's own entourage.

The ships began to converge on the Island States fleet, weapons all online, a strange layered sheild system on teh capital ships. The didn't broadcast a single message. As many have learned when dealing with Crimmond, when the armed forces stop talking, it's time to either run or prepare for war.

The second dreadnought, the CSS Fist of God, emited a charged pulse. At first it would seem like an attack, but a second later, a rift opened in front of the ship. Then a second pulse, through the rift as it passed into it, then a second opened, directly before the Island States fleet. For a moment, the ship was in two places at once, causing the crew great discomfort to go though such a strange and unnerving FTL jump. As the ship exited, it made no course corrections and no attempts to fire back at those that shot at it.

As the ship absorbed fire and it's shields began to buckle, it emmited a cloud of dust. Dust that spread outward and all directions, beyond the Island States fleet it was no inside of. What it was supposed to do obviously didn't work.

"The Khristian Confederacy condemns the use of weapons of mass destruction by both sides in this conflict. While at this time the Confederacy itself will not be entering the conflict, we will not bar any of the Estates of the Confederacy from entering their war with the use of their own resources. Any incursion on Confederate territory other than that of the warring party will be considered an act of war against the entire Confederacy and will be dealt with as such. This conflict is unfortunate and we hope that both sides may soon resolve their differences and there maybe peace in Haven again."

~Peter Ikatori

The words of Peter Ikatori did not stop the Estate of Neo Zion(itikiri) from joining in the war though. No, they aided their Allanean allies by deploying two of their Peter Ikatori class heavy cruisers, fifty Neo-Omicron class light destroyers, and fifty Emperor Kyou Graav class frigates. They also dispatched a 125 vessel blue navy fleet and began shipping supplies to Allanea via the Southern Corridor.

With the use of WMD's in other nations involved in the conflict, civilians who wished to leave were packed aboard Bulwark class transports and the new Mother Teresa class transports. They were headed to Mars, Dramon, and Zara-Khrista, to wait out the conflict with members of their families that lived in those parts of the Confederacy.

The Transports would be returning with supplies and new Khristian military technology for the upcoming conflict.

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Napoleon sat in his chair in the Imperial war room. The people who ran the Empire sat in the same room with him. It was very late at night, and one and all had been roused from their beds by the news of the WMD attack on Yurka City.

Prince Henri di Ritorneau sat at the Emperor's left hand while Marechal Alexandre Brune, the foremost of the Marechals, sat on his right. Prince Ritorneau's normal powdered wig was missing. He had only his normal hair, which was rapidly graying, covered up by a tricorne hat. Napoleon wasn't particularly an image of Imperial Grandeur either. He was as few even in the palace had seen him, in his Silken Pajamas and a scarlet smoking jacket.

"The only question now is how are we going to attack?" Prince Ritorneau said softly. Normally a man of peace, he even admitted the necessity of the Empire to strike down these insolent enemies with its mighty claws.

"I am going to be on the phone as soon as this meeting ends, with the Commander of the Imperial Star fleets, that Facehuggerian Admiral, and inform him that we are entering the fray. He will offer his assistance to Allanea and the other national fleets which are at work." Marechal Brune informed them all.

"I am hardly concerned with space right now." the Emperor chimed in. "Let the people who know it deal with it. Make sure our fleets aren't destroyed...but lets look at the earthbound situation."

"We need to assemble an Army to attack them." Marehcal Ferdinand Goya said firmly. "I am sure that California and Alaska would allow us to base out of their Haven Colony if that is necessary."

"Out of what?" inquired Marechal Sancerre. "We can't reposition our Haven assets now, they are too vital to the safety of our northern posessions."

"Of the Grande Armee." everyone turned and looked at Marechal Auguste Bernadotte like he was an absolute idiot.

"Marechal, that Army is only 700,000 strong." the Emperor said with incredulity.

"In times of war, the American Army grew exponentially...so can ours. The strength of a nation doesnt come from a large standing army necessarily, but the type of Army it can produce when it needs to!" Bernadotte's idea began sinking in. "More than half of the Guard is deployed in Haven and most of them shouldn't be moved. We can spare 1,000,000 more perhaps...but the rest must defend the Greater Prussian homeland. Once we begin expanding the Grande Armee...if we conquer this upstart...we could just keep moving."

All eyes then turned to Napoleon who looked quite deep in thought. Finally the emperor nodded affirmingly. "Marechal Brune, I take it you shall be commanding this force?"

"Of course not. This is Bernadotte's idea. I think he is just the man to execute it."
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To: President Demarque
From: Emperor Napoleon IV

President,

The Empire stands with you. What is it that would be best for us to do for the safety of Allanea? The resources we have are at your finger tips.

-Napoleon

Yurka-City, orbit and otherwise

Within the first minutes of the bombardment, two hundred fifty allanean Aircraft were destroyed. Three of the Nine Justices were going down to the bottom of the ocean, fast. Then, the CSSN came into play. The two Porcupine Mk II craft switched their fire towards the Halladi battleships, firing a stream of anti-ship AM-cored shells each on his own targets. The two active Bulwark II cruisers simply chose a Halladi ship each, and fired their maiin cannon, once.

When a one-kilometer-long battlecruiser hits you with it’s spinal cannon, it tends to hurt quite a bit.

In orbit over the city, three more Bulwarks and a small flock of frigates emerged into real space, reinforcing the Allaneans.

The two cruisers took the anti-ship shells, taking moderate damage to their shields. Two bombartment frigates, however, crumbled under the hit from the Bulwark cruisers. They were sent spiraling down toward the city.

The New Haven fleet used one of their cannons, a trinity cannon or something. Seeing the damage it did, the Captain of the James Newman decided he didn't need to continue bombarding Yurka. The Halladi fleet moved to engage the Allanean fleet, the Island-class mothership taking the lead.

As the Halladi approached, the Allanean craft did not attack them again, except the two Porcupines, that directed the fire - each - of some hundred particle-beam cannons at them. The Porcupines were awesome monsters. Equipped with fully 1,026 various guns each, the Porcupine Mk II could kick ass and chew bubblegum, and the Allanean armed forces were all out of the latter.

To the Khristian vessels, a simple message was broadcasted:

"Thank you for being here for us, people. It is in time of troubles when allies are tested. Lock’n’load! Long live Khristian independence! Long live the message of Izumi and Corbelli! Long live liberty!"

"Ensign, what the blazing hell is going on down there?"
Star Admiral Peter Rayes demanded as he watched from orbit the flashing lights and the firing Islander orbital stations.

"Something's going down on Earth sir.. Apparently, Krendakov launched an assault on the Yurka and Allanea responded by Ortillerying his capital..Krendakovian casualties are three million civilians and mounting. The Islander's nuked Yurka, sir"

The Comms Ensign reported in as he received his SIT-REP from Earth UKCS.

"Well then we've got to do something..What Allanean ships do we have on scans, Ensign Kayomi?

"Sah, Nine Major Allanean Capital Ships. They're bigguns too"

Raye's looked solemn and replied:
"Well we have the Edinburgh, the Southampton, the Birmingham, the Glasgow, and the Belfast, right? Are they ready for combat?"

"As ever, sir" The Comms ensign fed back.

"I see. Bring us round into a sphere pattern around the Hood, Formidable behind us, and move towards the Allanean ships. Give all units their respective battle orders."

"Yes, sah" Comms nodded and dropped to it. Rayes turnedto face the Arms ensign and flicked his cigar into an ashtray before saying

"Arms, bring me up firing solutions for our Super MACs on the largest Allanean vessel. Arm all missile pods and let them do their thing in case the enemy have any small fighters. Scramble Formidable's bombers and drop each one of our destroyer's firing solutions onto our target too. move us into combat range."

Arms nodded, as did Navigation Ensign Wailand. However, he did have a small problem as he questioned his orders before doing them,
"Sir, this is suicide; the Allaneans are lightyears ahead of us AND we are outnumbered and outgunned: some of their ships over over a kilometre long!"

Rayes turned and stared at the Ensign, his deep eyebrows burrowing into his glazed hazel eyes as he seemed angry.
"Stow it, Ensign. We'll damn well take these bastards to hell if we have too, take them with us if necessary. It is our duty to defend the Free World from the menace of fascists like Allanea. Now give out my orders, Ensign"

"Yessah!"

The Hogsweatian fleet, comprised of eight Destroyers, a heavy cruiser, and a carrier, advanced cautiously and slowly at eighteen knots to where they could acheive good firing positions on the Allaneans.

Office of the High Commissioner for Treaty Compliance

On the Aggression Against the Confederate States of Allanea

The High Commissioner for Treaty Compliance hereby declares that, due to the extraordinary circumstances sparked by the unprovoked aggression against the Confederate States, the limitations imposed on the Confederate States by the Treaty of Port-Allanea be temporarily lifted until further notice.

However, the Office of the High Commissioner for Treaty Compliance condemns the strike against Krendakov-City by the Confederate forces that were acting in breach of the Treaty of Port-Allanea at the time of the events. An investigation shall be launched into the matters once the conditions allow to do so.

[OOC: Yes, Taraskovyan hypocrisy at its best.
Oh well, my first and, I hope, last post in this thread. Have fun, everybody!]

RSS Hercules

Commander Yates hurried towards the Bridge as the klaxons screamed at him and the rest of his crew, red strobe lighting flickering along the long corridors and giving the darkened spaces an almost-hellish facade. Yates staggered into the Bridge Module, and hastily returned the salute of the two Marines at the heavy door to the Module.

He then turned to the Comm Station. "What in gods name is happening? Are we under attack?". The Comms Tech frowned at Yates, pushed at the earpiece in his left ear, and then replied in a hurried tone, his words tumbling out one after another. "Captain, Krendakov launched an attack on Allaneas colony, Yurka City, and Allanea responded with a tacstrike on Krendakov's major city; RSF Command says we estimate something like two million casualties, and thats just from the initial blast." Sweat ran down the mans face as he hurried to copy down the information he was receiving from Cape Dowland.

Yates frowned, and placed a second earpiece into his ear just in time to hear the last orders; from Major-General Warner himself. Warners harsh voice came through loud and clear through the transmitter. "Centurion, this is Warner. I want you, Olliver, to take the Hercules, Indefatigable, Thermopylae, Vengeance and Striker under your command and head towards the Allanean vessels in orbit. The Halladis and the TIS units there are already engaged, and it looks like the Hogsweat vesels might be engaging them as well. Don't open fire as of yet, however. Await my orders."

The transmission cut off, and Yates gave the order for the Hercules to form up on the far left flank of the Republican Fleet. It was the first time that the Grand Republic had put together an entire fleet of the powerful Centurion-Class vessels, but Yates wished it had been under more peaceful terms. Even with six of the powerful vessels under Ollivers command, and the aid of their allies, it would be an extremely tough fight if they engaged the Allanean and Axis fleets; Yates had no illusions about that. His ships were woefully under-powered, armed and armoured compared to some of the vessels, but they could still pack a punch. Maybe it won't come to that. The thought ran through his mind, unbidden but appropriate, and Yates did nothing to quell or dismiss it, instead merely trying to ignore it and get on with his duty as commander of the vessel.

As the klaxons continued their screeching warning, and the Marines ran to their stations, boots pounding on the heavy metal grating of the decks, the Hercules and her brethren moved off in an Arrowhead formation, Centurion at the head and Hercules to her port, nuclear-powered engines burning brightly against the harsh backdrop of space. Finally, Olliver gave the command for all weapons to be powered up; onboard the Hercules the six missile cells deployed, moving swiftly and silently outwards, whilst the two Railguns powered up, and the Laser Systems came online.

The six vessels moved through space towards the battle that raged on far above the planet; lasers flickered, seen from even that far a distance, and tiny explosions could be seen as vessels were hit, and several exploded...

Official Confederate Government Announcement From The War

"Frinds, citizens, Allaneans! Today, our friends in Tarasovka have lifted temporarily the limitations of the Treaty of the Wolf. The Federal government has issued a statement of thanks to the Taraskovyans. An emergency military recruitment has already begun across the nation. Thousands of civilians are already enlisting in the fight for the homeland. Assembly of heavy nuclear charges has begun.

We would like to again thank the Khristians for providing their help. The Khristian people - from the Khristians in New Zion and to those in Allanea - have been loyal friends to us throughout any struggle. Today, we commission a new Khristian Volunteer Rifle Brigade in Port-Allanea proper - and shuttlecraft is already used to transport the volunteers to the ships in orbit.

To the islamofascist scum of Hallad, we have a special warning. We have commissioned the Allanean Arms factories, and the Imperial corporation of Kriegscorp, to begin producing and issuing our troops with small boxes of pig fat or lard. It will be used to lubricate every Allanean bayonet, knife, or other weapon that actually takes contact with the enemy before battle. Pig lard will be placed in our bombs and our shells, and every shell and bomb that hits the Halladi cities will carry it.

*footage is shown of factory assembly lines, from which dozens of weapons roll off, and pig lard is added to every assembly*

Know now, that you have picked a fight which you have never win. You have announced a war against not just the Confederacy - but against our allies in ESUS. You have announced a war against the Greater Prussian Empire. Most important, you have lifted your dirty paws against freedom. That what the people of the Confederate states have stood for centuries. You can not defeat it. Long after your empires are gone and after your nations are but a memory, free people will still be out there - eating T-bone steaks and drinking Coca-Cola in the places were Krendakov-City, Mecca and Medinah, were once.

May God Bless Allanea"

After this brooadcast, the station broadcast a short soft pornographic film.

On board the KCS Izumi Isaac Ikari sat in his command chair in the main control center of the heavy cruiser. "Have you finished the scans of the ships in the battle, Lieutenant Makai?"

"Yes sir, so far it seems that it is Halladi and New Havenic space forces attacking the Allaneans and a contingent of Hogsweatian vessels has recently left port. Allanean vessels are engaging the New Havenic and Halladi vessels while it seems the forces from Crimmond have deployed troops to the city but little else."

"Hmm... We need to take out those ortillery positions. Also eliminate the carriers and motherships. Remember that those are our primary targets but fire at all enemy vessels. Launch fighters and corvettes and the fleet may fire at will."

One hundred LO-31 Butterfly class fighters launched from both of the cruisers and thrity LO-32 Kazansky class corvettes(that's two hundred fighters and sixty corvettes). The destroyers also launched their compliment of two LO-31's(bringing the fighter count to 300). The destroyers weren't that manuverable and mainly provided protection for the cruisers while the cruisers in return fired a full salvo of missiles from their tubes(520 missiles in all) and brought their assualt lasers and plasma cannons to bear on the ortillery vessels, the carriers, and the motherships.

The frigates joined the corvettes in bombing runs against the enemy vessels. Their four-rapid fire plasma cannons automatically seeking and hopefully destroying enemy vessels. The corvettes weren't as heavily armed and merely strafed the surfaces of enemy capital ships with their pulse lasers.

The fighters formed a fighter screen with some corvettes and frigates in tow and began engaging the enemy.

New Haven City, Antarctica, Earth, Sol System
Earth Time Stamp: 140008142534 SR (Note: This does mean something it is not random)

Deep in antarctica, a deep rumbling could be felt... The Siesatian Terran Fleet Command had recieved word that an ESUS ally, Alleana, had come under attack. Word had already been sent back to Intergalactic Fleet Command, and they had ordered an immediate deployment of both Weeping Willow class Battlebarges to commence bombardment of enemy forces.

There were four resounding Pops, and suddenly the ice began top slide apart. The gigantic crevase slowely began to widen... Soon, two massive ships emerged from them... they had last been seen a few years back, when a part of antarctica had been stolen.. and now they were to go to war.

Within 10 minuites they had attained a Low Earth Orbit, and directed themselves towards Yurka City.

Earth Fleet:
2 Weeping Willow Class Battlebarges
Any ZAP – (Zone Air Patrol) Craft who come it later

OOC: Oops, I realized the other half goes in the other thread.

Ineffable Space, The North Pole, Earth
News travels fast.
Which is to say, it usually travels around the speed of light, which while slow on the scale of interstellar distances, was still pretty damn fast when it came to crossing an ocean or two.
Interstellar spaceships generally travel a little faster than light...but when the battle is less than half a planet over, then they go a little slower. Especially when the traffic's busy.
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But the time was short enough. A pair of heavy cruiser battlegroups, accompanied by three atmospheric attack carriers, arrived on the scene.
As is their wont, the DSAs began shooting almost anything that moved. To be more precise, they opened fire at the ortillery platforms bombarding Allanea. The twelve heavily armed ships brought thousands of anti-ship missiles to bear, while the heavy cruisers and frigates formed a defensive screen.

From the hangars of the carriers came three hundred and sixty Phoenixes, their only job to intercept and destroy enemy fighter craft and, if possible, ortillery shells as well.

Frigates swarmed hither and thither, their powerful lasers intercepting and vaporising any enemy munitions of fighters, while from the hangars of the heavy cruisers Ineffable fighters streaked forth to help with this task.

The lead heavy cruiser broadcast the usual message that would be ignored, but it was just a formality.
Message;
Craft assaulting Allanean territory, this is the Ineffable High Guard Vessel My Patience Has Its Limits. Cease your assault and we might just let you leave without blowing you out of the sky. Otherwise, the Allaneans are going to see a pretty little fireworks show. And guess who's the gunpowder?

The Republic of Krendakov has been in communication with Allanea, and drafted up this peace treaty.

Aritcle 1

Krendakov assumes legal responsibility for the outbrake of war as a result of the deployment of allied troops which were stationed there to provoke action from the Allanean armed forces.


Article 2

Allanea will cease any hostilities against the Republic of Krendakov, and will participate in a non-aggrestion pact between the two afore-mentioned parties.


Article 3

Krendakov will release land into the ownership of Allanea. See diagram 3A

3A: http://www.digikitten.com/playhousev2/files/Salvanus/Allenea.jpg


Article 4

Krendakov will pay a sum of one trillion USD to Allanea.

Star-General Julius slept soundly, the first good rest he had in days. Fleet deployment and training schedules, especially for a fleet as diverse of the Greater Prussian grand fleet was a Herculean task. Even with his ‘pad doing most of the actual ‘heavy lifting’ as it were, he was still dead-tired.

“Wake up, you! I’ve got a message straight from Emperor Napoleon himself!” His ‘pad’s AI, Halya said, emitting a particularly obnoxious bugle call to awaken her owner.

“Uggh… Uh, what?” Julius said, jumping slightly despite himself from the AI’s wake-up call. Dark rings were obvious under his eyes. The man was exhausted.

“I said, Emperor Napoleon sent you an urgent message.” Halya replied with a slight tone of annoyance. Unlike a ‘stock’ AI, Halya had been with Julius for years, and had fashioned her own personality.

“Give me a summary.” Julius asked with a large and grotesque yawn.

“Basically, a bunch of nations are attacking Allanea. Napoleon pledged the Greater Prussian forces to support the Allaneans. This includes the starfleet.”

“Naturally. Has the Immortal Emperor been informed?” Julius asked quietly as he put his boots on. He wouldn’t mind having an Imperium capital ship available to defend Allanea. Oh, sure the Zeppelin and Arizona Nova ships would be helpful, but an Imperium warship was something he could command with his eyes closed. He was considerably less experienced with the capabilities of the allied capital ships.

“Aff. He has authorized you the use of the ISV Executioner, of the class of the same name.”

“Makes sense. Anything bigger or more powerful would be dishonorable, grievous overkill against primitives like these.” Julius said as he finished getting dressed and brought up the tactical situation that Halya had fortuitously brought up for him.

“Alright, I want the Bulk of the Greater Prussian fleet to move to the Hallad homeworld and commence bombardment measures. Meanwhile, I want the Executioner and the Arizonian drone carriers to move in and protect Allanea’s territory. And see if you can get some troops on the ground to deal with any enemy troops that survived their own inept bombardment.”

“Aff, Star-General. Wait… Executioner reporting in. They’re ready to displace you aboard now.”

“Proce-”

Before Julius could finish his sentence, he was no longer in his quarters in the Greater Prussian strategic command center. Instead, he was standing under the harsh white lights of the Executioner’s bridge. All around him, crewmen buzzed like bees, performing all manner of duties required to keep a comparatively small (in Imperium terms) two kilometer capital ship functioning.

Julius didn’t miss a beat. “Halya, have you given my orders to the fleet?”

”Yes. The Jormungand carriers have responded and accepted our identification codes. They’ll comply, although I don’t think they like taking orders from a non-warship AI. Bah, they’re just jealous that I can fit myself into a little datapad and they’re so bloated they need a whole warship.” Halya replied with a slight smile curling upwards on her holographic avatar’s lips.

“Then let us ride out and smite our enemies. For the Emperor!” Julius said, his voice loud and boisterous, almost overconfident in a way. Of course, he had a right to be. Imperial capital ships were amongst the most deadly and advanced vessels in the universe, second only to the feared and famed Kanuckistani Battleplates in raw destructive force.

Moments later, the Executioner was no longer loitering lazily over Opterra Prime. Instead, it now hovered ominously over Yurka city, or the ruins thereof. Its mottled purple-black hull seemed to absorb the light from Sol’s life-giving rays, causing shadows and patterns to shift all over the vessel’s hide like a shark’s skin. Indeed, the shark analogy was most appropriate, for the great ‘main gun’ of the Executioner protruded outwards like a great quartet of teeth. Hundreds of other weapons dotted the monster’s hull, but a pale imitation of the arsenals present on the larger Imperial capital ships.

Despite its mass, the monster accelerated quickly, interposing its mighty shields and thickly armored hull between the Havenite fleet and the diabolical ‘trinity cannons’ and the planet below. Bombarding Earth was the height of sacrilege in the eyes of the Imperium, and they could; would not allow it to continue.

“Wipe those honorless dogs from the stars!” Julius cried, ordering the crew to enter the battle in force.

Hundreds of shield-shattering PPB microbursters erupted from the monstrous Executioner’s weapons turrets, cyan bolts of energy blasted down its length towards the ill-fated Island State fleet. Each of these cyan blasts was carefully controlled by the passive sensors and AI Mind of the Executioner; adapted, modified, and fine-tuned into being as effective against this foe’s particular energy shields as possible. The only downside was that their raw punch against armor left much to be desired…

…A flaw which the vessel soon corrected by firing the NBW microbursters; powerful anti-armor weapons that were somewhat ineffective against shields. But when used in conjunction with the PPBs, the effect of the purple particle blasts was utterly devastating to most targets.

But if one thing can be said about the Imperium, it is that they subscribe wholeheartedly to the idea that the grievous application of force solves all problems. To that end, the vessel soon erupted forth with the dozens of heavy, spinal-mounted powerguns it carried. These larger, fist-size shards lacked the distinctive silvery lightning trail left by a powergun shard tearing through an atmosphere, they lacked the theatrics, but they were still just as deadly. They made up for their shortcomings by being pure space weapons, able to be accelerated to even more ludicrous relativistic velocities. All the better to tear through armor like cheap toilet paper.

Finally, for the coup ’de grace, the Executioner fired its few D-beams. Essentially, they disrupt the strong nuclear force that holds atoms together. Causing whatever they hit to tear itself apart in the throes of nuclear fission. Unfortunately, they had pathetically poor penetration, and they were totally ineffective against shields. But by now, by now the PPBs would have hit. But at this time, at least some of the TIS vessels should be unshielded and vulnerable…

OOC: Now, no doubt you’re going to ask why my ship is so powerful, yes? The answer is because I only have twelve warships in total. Each one takes a few hundred IC years and incredibly large piles of money to construct. Instead of pouring my resources onto a few hundred to thousand small and/or weak ships, I choose to opt for a tiny fleet of uber-ships. Given that my government is militarized enough to make Stalinist Russia look pacifist, and given that my people really hate losing soldiers, it only makes sense.

(Those are the OOC reasons. The IC reasons are that my people have been space faring and extant for around ten thousand years, and have fought back three devastating alien invasions and emerged stronger for it.)

To defeat my ships: Tactics. Use good tactics, outthink my commanders and you’ll win. Envelopments, feints, deception -/- no deception and the like. Merely massing your ships together is a sure way to lose, as I’ll just break out the anti-capital area-effect munitions.

You should also take advantage of my ships most natural weakness: That they cannot be in two places at once. So while I’m fighting part of one of your fleets, you could come up behind and start shooting the Allanean mainland or something.

The message of Krendakov's surrender was recieved by the Khristian fleet, but they were unsure if the conflict with other forces would be over or not.

"Dammit Lt. Makai, get me Peter Ikatori on commchannel one!"

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"The Khristian Confederacy hereby grants the nation of Krendakov 500 billion USD for the rebuilding of their nation. This is a sign of good will and trust and we will be dispatching observers and workers to oversee and help in the reconstruction, with Krendakov's permission of course. Additional money may be supplied, but we are obviously aligned with Allanea who will be recieving the bulk of any aid we give to those invovled in this conflict."

~Peter Ikatori

"Damn them all!" Exclaimed the captain of the James Newman.

News of Krendakov offering a ceasefire had just arrived in the Halladi fleet. Two larger ships had been moderately damaged, but the James Newman was untouched. He knew a few things. Continueing to fight here was pointless. If the fleet FTL'ed to Orion Spur, or the Homeworld, they would have more of a chance against the amassing enemy. He also knew that it would be suicide for enemy forces to make an attack on, or invade, the Halladi colony in Haven.

"Set co-ordinates for the homeworld. FTL there, immediatly."

A moment later the fleet was gone.

High Earth Orbit

"We're completely outnumbered and surrounded! We have no choice but to make for the rendevous point and then proceed to New Haven territory!" the XO of the New Haven reported as the shield indicators showed the shields beginning to deteriorate under enemy fire.

"All vessels, emergency hyperspace to rendevous point alpha! Leave the fighters and allow the gunships and corvettes to jump!" Admiral Wainwright ordered.

The entire New Havenic Force opened hyperspace windows, sliding into hyperspace leaving their fighters behind. What little of the fighter force remained sensed the loss of their guidance and began taking ballistic trajectories down through the atmosphere towards Yurka City. They would ensure damage would be done.

Rendevous Point A

The New Havenic Fleet emerged from hyperspace on the outskirts of Sirius momentarily, docking the corvettes and gunships before heading immediately for New Haven. The Second Fleet, however, was ordered to Halladi territory. Surely the enemy would come for them next.

As the Island States fleet jumped from teh system, some of the ships would recieve a transmission. Never return to this star system, if you value your ships and your lives. You have commited an atrocity against the European Empire and we shall have vengence.

As the enemy fleet ran from battle, the two Dreadnoughts came about and into a higher orbit. The decision to be made was if chasing the enemy down was worth the risks. It was quickly deemed that having one or more of the Four Dreadnoughts in Earth leave was too great.

As the enemies dwindled to only one, the two near-kilometer long ships and their battle groups began to approach teh Hogsweatean ships, broadcasting an unconditional stand-down and withdraw order to them. They didn't expect it to be heeded, though.

Unable to do a pinser as they had planned on Island States, they massed into a fleet of about thirty ships, bearing down on the Hogsweat ships at a rather slow speed. To give them plenty of time to consider if they wished to start a whole new battle.

Aug.Leader> As per our agreement we are proceeding into battle. Thanks for the comm equipment.

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Outskirts of New-Montana
AFS 11 "Ironclad".

"We have the installations on mass-shadow, sir."

"Engage them."

The Ironclad dropped out of hyperspace in a flash of Cerenkov light.

Massive electromagnets charged, loaded, fired eight packages of fifty-megaton fusion hell across the nearest inhabited installations.

The penetrating warheads buried themselves in asteroid rock, then unleashed their bottled fury.

Among the confusion, the Ironclad vanished.

"Confirmed hit. Elapsed time ninety seconds."

"Right, let's get the hell out of here. Hit full power and engage the trailsweepers. I don't want anyone following us. Then let's find ourselves another target."

New Havenic Losses:

2 Robertson-class Marine Frigates (w/ boarding corvettes)
8 Trinity Ortillery Platforms

Official CSA Government Bulletin

Rumour has it 7,500 citizens in New-Montana had disappeared together with the installations they were living in. An investigation is currently held

Orbit above New Alaska
AFS 10 "Knox"
AFS 2 "Unicorn"

EXITING HYPERSPACE IN THREE
TWO
EXITING

"We are the Augmented."

The stubby, cylindrical Knox flared. Shields extended in a wide umbrella between the two ships and the face of the planet.

"Hide under your desks and pray."

A miniscule hole opened before the mouth of the long, thin Unicorn's muzzle. The drivership's axial coilgun flared. Originally designed for shunting asteroid rock to refineries, it now served as a weapons delivery system.

Twenty packets of fusion hell rained scattershot across New Alaska.

"Job done."

Shields flared and shrank down to nothing. Moments later, the Khrrck ships did too.

"The usual countermeasures, Helm. Let's get out of here."

Official Announcement of the Allanean Government

5,000 people - half the population of New Alaska - was wiped out in a terrorist attack. Details to follow.

OOC: Sorry for the short post

Encoded and Protected Message to ISN Commander

Admiral, these imbeciles have impeded our progress for the last time. They will pay dearly for the grief they caused the people of the Empire. Destroy everything and everyone. Nothing shall remain. These are my orders.

His Imperial Highness,
Napoleon IV
Emperor of Greater Prussia

OOC:

I'm retconning out of this war since Hallad left Hermes and this whole thing is a CF. Sorry for wasting everyone's time.

Khrrck's attacks are also retconned (since I hired him). He's still working for me, though but not on this or anything related to it.

OOC:


TIS,

I'm not an evil man or anything, but I do believe that as far as roleplay is concerned, it is difficult to retcon this one. As Hallad was kicked out of Hermes while this was going on, it doesn't leave you with a reason not to get involved.

The only realistic thing to do is just call a cease-fire. We will leave you be after that.

But this is the best way to handle it. Just a post a cease fire, and we will let you be on your merry way.

_Rk player