NationStates Jolt Archive

"It's hotter than Satan's balls in here."

"Well, it could be worse Mike."

"How?"

"We could be at Andefin, freezing our asses off staring at the sea, and looking for nothing on the sea."

"God that was a a long six months. Nothing ever happens up there. The weather sucks, the food was shit and there is no town to sneak off to to get some drinks and company....Uh not that I have ever done anything like that Leftenant sir. I have always remained on base."

"Of course you have. Anyways, it so hot in here cause it's so damn crowded. They had to fit, what, 1 and half million of us into 350 ships? They only managed to fit 500 k of us. STill enough of us to kick ass eh?"

"True enough, but I really feel sorry for the furries. I mean their fur really has to be making this unbearable for them."

"Yeah, it would. From what I hear only 20 hours until we make landfall."

"Sir, do you know where we're going? I mean messages through the grapevine, talk at the officers club?"

"Well, where is the current military hotspot in the world which is all over the news."

"We're going to AMF?"

"Nope. From what I hear, we're heading to Sigma O. It's much nicer than AMF."

"How do you know."

"Cross training programs. Went to both of them. The AMF sentinals scared the fuck outta me."

"I know sir. They do that to me as well. We have to remember tha-" Mike was cut of by the sound of and explosion close by, followed by yelling. The leftenant ran over to a porthole. He wiped the steam off of it a look out. He saw the transport ship next to their, or more accuratly what remained of it. It was almost split in two by a large hole in the deck out of which smoke poured. Men were jumping of the side of it, trying to get away from the doomed ship as it began to sink.

"Leftenant , what happened?"

"Another ship took a hit. We're under attack!"



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4 hours previously

Tuesat sat in the crisis room of the Celackian military HQ. He was looking at a constantly updating image on a large screen.

"What am I looking at?"

"This is sattelite feed from a sattelite we have in Geo-sychronist orbit above the AMF fleet. These images update every ten seconds. The island is controlled by Hogsweat and the fleet surrounding it appears to be Preatonian in origin. Notice the build-up of weaponry on the isl- HOLY SHIT!"

The island were covered in what appeared to be, to the sattelite eye, flames.

"The AMF fleet has just started bombardment of the islands. The Preatonian fleet is returning fire sir. They are launching aircraft in great numbers sir."

Tuesat watched as the Preatonian missiles and shells hit home on the AMF fleet.

"It's looks as though the largest ship has taken several hits and the fleet is retreating no wait they have spli-"

"I can see what is happening."

Tuesat sat watching the unfolding events over the next several minutes and saw the fleet's trade shots.

"Micrav, has there been anyword from Dreadfire."

"He thanked his allies sir but no personal response to you message."

"There is good reason for that sir." Gerald Mann, the director of CI-7, stepped out of the shadows while making his proclamation. "One of our agents in AMF has reported that Dreadfire is involved personally in this combat and that he is on the ship called, the mouth of war which is his flagship. Unfortunatly we have not been able to recieve any further messages from the agent because he is on the ship itself and cannot send messages for obvious reasons."

"Interesting. Dreadfire once again involved in personal combat. That man never ceases to amaze meAnyways we cannot send our troops to AMF right now. Not with this naval battle and probabbly several other enemy fleets in the area. The sixth fleet just isn't up to that battle. They will literally be torn to shreads. There has to be another friendly country in the region who is not under attack currently, who we could use as a staging area.... wait a minute...what about Sigma Octavus."

"Sir, the route there is directly through the naval conflict."

"Not quite. If we go wide here, in international waters, and do what is essentially a large arc, we can avoid the conflict and arrive in SO waters. We then deal with threats alongside the SO army. Gentlemen within 24 hours Celack will be involved in this conflict on a military scale. This maybe be a world war and by God this might be the last war we are ever involved in. This might lead to the utter destruction of the Celackian people, the Celackian history and the Celackian way of life. But Goddamnit every single time we have been involved in a war like this with stakes so high, we have always won and we have won well. We have always been victorius by the skill and determination of our men. Their courage is unmatched and will continue to be so. We shall emerge victorius from this war or Celack's culture will die, not by the enemies hand but by our own for not meeting and being what we could and should be. For 5000 years we've been fighting for our survival against a much larger enemy and we defeated them completly. We can certainly do it for another couple months."

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Captain J G. Pettyworth was a nervous man. What he was about to do was paramount to treason. Wait it was treason. If he was caught, he would be executed. However if he was not, we would be paid enough and then could retire to a remote location and be free man. However no-one must spot him doing what he was going to do.

The fax machine on the bridge rattled. He turned attention to it. Out of it rolled a set of co-ordianted and times. It was a precise manuver for the fleet to undergo and his frigate would have to do so as well. He looked at it and spotted several good places. He folded the sheet several times and placed it into his pocket.

He left the bridge and went for a walk. As he was leaving the ship he took out his cell phone

"Hi honey, the fleet has just be given movements orders. I promise that when we get back, I'll take you for a romantic evening in Fairwes park. We'll have a picnic near the tree I propsed to you at. See you then."

Pettyworth hung up and entered a drugstore. He walked over to a qua-dragga photocopier and made a copy of the manuver sheet. He took the photocopy, and bunched it up into a ball.

He entered Fairwes park and became aware that he was being followed. He rounded a corner and entered a wooded area. He kept going until he came across a large maple. He dropped the paper ball and turn to return to his ship.

The man following Pettyworth bent down and picked up the ball of paper. He uncrumpled it and looked at it. He pulled out his cellphone.

"We've got it."

Ah... there they were.
The Celack convoy was arrayed before Admiral Sherviskov's fleet.
These fools think they can just trudge through this close to Artitsa? This close, when they most obviously support Automagfreek.
The worthless little spy had tipped off the Artitsan OASIS (Naval Intelligence) to their plans. And now the 1st Home Fleet was heading to cut them off at flank speed.

ooc: Tag.

Admiral Faire looked out at the open sea, knowing what was out there. Enemies and allies, death and glory. She smiled. This was her first real fleet command, the former admiral having been killed in the military coup that caused them to leave NATO. "Lieutenant, what is the status of the conflict?"

"M'am, Celackian forces are coming our way so they can get closer to the conflict. No sign of hostile actions against them. They do appear to be cutting close to Artistan waters however."

She rested her chin on her hands, secretly hoping that they could get in a fight with Artista. She had been with the fleet when they were hit by Artistan missiles. But she knew that attacking them would be going out of the way for vengeance.

"Issue the orders for the fleet to stop. We will wait until the Celackian forces arrive."

(OOC: It's a short shitty post, but that's because I am in incredible amounts of head pain. Stupid ear infections.)

o.o.c. Oh Shit!!!! I'd better send this link to Hamptonshire. I totally f**king forgot. My post will be up soon---er or later.

OOC: I got you covered. I sent it to him via AIM.

o.oc. thanks. I just TGed him tho...

OOC: Sorry to say this, but I'm not actually looking for a war at the moment. I've got some diplomacy I want to pursue. While that will eventually lead to war, I'm not looking for a fight at the moment.

Don't let that stop you guys though and while I won't get involved militarily right now that doesn't mean that I won't get involved at some point in the relatively near future.

o.o.c. No problem. Right now, it's just me and Artitsa going at it while we wait for you. And I swear to god, the opening line will be the most memorable line outta any rp in this war


I.C. Admiral Charles G. Chediga stared out at his collected fleet and the transports he was protecting. He then looked at the map. They were passing too close to the west of Artitsa than he liked. Artitsa had declared themselves on the opposite side in this conflict but hopefully the APTO bond would keep them from being directly involved.

He stared out of the bridge of the supercarrier at the other supercarrier at the head of the fleet. He saw the 4 smaller carriers, and the thirty other assorted warships. What he couldn't see was the 8 subs but that was alright. Each one was at a compass point 10 km away from the fleet as an early warning detection.

"Sir, the Hasfat is reporting that thy are detecting a large body of ships moving towards us from the north-east. The count several ships including what appears to be a super dreadnaught. Ship design appears to be Artitsan."

"Have them get the hell out of there!"

"It's too late sir. We've lost contact."

Chediga grabbed the radio and set the transmission to the entire fleet

"This is Admiral Chediga. We are under attack from what appears to be an Artitsan fleet. In our present condition, with the ships we have, there is no way we could win. Therefore the transport will retreat to the south east towards Artitsa herself. The Severas, Fannigan, and Clorad will escort them. The rest of the fleet form up. We will try to hold off the enemy fleet for as long as we can, to see if we buy the transports as much as they need to do what is necessary. All planes shall be launched except for those on the Severas. Confgure them to either fighter or naval loads. When we spot the enemy fleet, the battleships will open fire with their 16" guns as soon as possible. Try to hit their SD. Missile cruisers, you are to do the same. Frigates and Destroyers, you are to detect any enemy submarines, but concentrate more on the incomming missiles. Subs you are our eyes and ears of any incomming Good luck and may god be with all of you.

The shells began landing in the formation. A transport was hit and began leaking smoke and sinking. The battleships and missile cruisers returned fire, as the transports began to manuver. Plane after plane were being launched from the decks of the carriers, until one took a direct hit on it's deck. It hit a plane taking off and detonated it's weaponry and fuel sending flaming shrapnel over the deck killing several men on deck.

Great plumes of water splashed about the bow of the massive Leopard Super-Dreadnought. She gracefully banked, bringing her full broadside to bear towards the Celack fleet. Twenty-four, twenty-five inch electro-thermal-chemical guns. Standing on the bridge, Admiral Sherviskov stood stern faced, holding back a grimace. His ears rang as his guns called out to the Celackians. He would never show any sign of weakness. His ship demanded it.

Each of the massive guns pointed towards the grey heavens, flame and smoke licking at the sky from the ends of the barrels. The ship rocked hard to starboard as the broadside was loosed once more. The massive shells were sent screaming into the upper atmosphere, kicking in their RAMjets. The LIDAR bubble in the nose of the shell continued to spin, a requirement of the guidance system.

A nearby destroyer took a full shell to the stern, lifting the bow from the water for an instant. Men jumped from the vessel, alight from the rear VLS tubes, having been set off in a spectacular and horrifying fireworks display. Two Frigates had joined the destroyer moments later as they sunk to the bottom of the ocean. The Admiral watched them sink, and cursed. He turned back towards the rest of the bridge; ”Get the rest of the Battleships into the formation, at flank speed. I want them to head off that fleet!”
”Aye sir. Borzya Battleships: Toga, Tanaken, Terrible, Terror, Trafalgar, and Terra moving to formation. Levithian Battleships: Lincoln and Labrador moving to support. Constellation Battleships: Charles McCalmont and Crusader will remain with the Leopard for long range counter-battery. Formation is heading one-zero-five at thirty-six knots.”
The Admiral smiled. Many believed battleships to be obsolete. Not true at all. You just had to use them correctly.

The sky above the Artitsan fleet was pock marked with black clouds and explosions. The TAMD ships that had accompanied the group slinged missile after missile into the sky, plucking hostile Anti-shipping missiles from their diabolical intentions. In retaliation, the four Medjved Arsenal ships launched their AM-98 antishipping missiles. These heavyweight behemoths launched into the clouds, rising up and up. Finally after almost a minute they began to descend steeper and steeper. Soon they were flying straight towards the ocean’s surface, at Mach 2.5; They now moved to become level, but several malfunctioned. They either careened into another missile or just slammed into the water. A dozen or more were lost, but there were hundreds.

The Sabre DDG’s would now make their impression. They had seen combat once before. A single Sabre versus several battleships of the Generic Empire navy; the Sabre came out on top crippling many and sinking two. Now they would try their hand against the Celack Navy. Moving in an opposite direction of the Battleships of Artitsa, the 22 Sabre’s that, had been allocated for this other offensive arm, now moved to line astern. They quickened their pace to flank speed; Fifty-Five knots. Each Destroyer began to cycle off its forward VLS tubes – AM-12’s; One-Hundred and Twenty-Eight of them, to be exact. These small anti-shipping missiles were relatively slow – mach 1.4. However, they were extremely maneuverable… they were designed to dodge CIWS and Anti-Missile systems! And now Two-thousand and Eight-Six headed towards the enemy fleet, while hundreds of AM-98’s flew in from a separate direction.

”Admiral! Enemy aircraft closing fast! Launch Alert-Fives?”
”Make it so Captain. Have them send up the UCAV’s first. Have the bloody robots clear the skies; No sense in wasting good men in a dogfight. When the smoke settles, launch a flight of Su-53’s backed by s’more UCAV’s.”
Admiral Sherviskov turned to face the Aircraft Carriers, which had been placed behind his Leopard, shielding them. Dozens of UCAV’s took to the sky, in swarms. The occasional pair of Su-53’s would go up. The Admiral would have to discuss that with those Captains after the fighting. The captain of the Leopard turned to walk way; ”Oh and Captain?” Admiral Sherviskov called out, [i]”Have the Vidra ASW Ships move to screen the battleships. I have a feeling we haven’t seen their submerged forces yet. Which reminds me, Tell the subs to fan out… the enemy could make a break for it, and If they do, I want it to be bloody.

Cmd Jasar Gamwo pulled his stick to the right as his plane left the deck of the Thadsa banking him to the right, towards the enemy fleet. The supercarrier behind him was still launching planes. He tightened his hand on the yoke and spooted the enemy fleet. As befit his station as the combat leader for all aricraft in the fleet, his personal plane was kept in constant state of readiness. It was in the fighter configuration right now.

He glanced down to the picture of his family that was taken last christmas. It was himself, his wife, and his son. Both he and his son wore their uniforms. His son Fredegar, was a leftenant in the Celackian military and he could be more proud. His son was on one of the transports right now. Hopefully one that was not hit. Hopefully it was going to survive this battle. It was his job to make his hope a reality. He keyed his radio

"All right all those who are configured for dogfights form up on me, all those for naval form up behind us, we're your escorts. If your not configured for either dogfighting or ship killing land now and get reconfigured."

Several responses of affirmative came of the air waves, but what silenced everyone was the cry of the unlucky bastard who took a direct hit. Gamwo frowned. The loss of a good pilot shook him hard but the worst part was that the wrekage on the deck would prevent further planes from launching. At least the shell didn't cause a direct hit on the deck, which would take longer to fix. He turned his attention back to the battle. Several planes were forming up behind him. He counted at least 50 fighters and 32 naval to his right and knew that the same would be on his left.

"Attention assualt flight, this is eye one. We are tracking numerous enemy aircraft taking off." Eye one was one of five special Monitor class frigates assigned to the fleet.

Monitor class frigates were a unique design of the Celackian navy. They were primarily designed to be lookout ships for fleet, with all sorts of computers, sonar, and detection gear. As with all Celackian technology the users of it and their officers had found new, interesting uses for them. It was found that the detection gear was often good to warn the fleet of a threat but not much else, until in a large naval battle it was discovered that it could easily track the hundreds of fighters in the air. It soon became common practice to use them to keep the airforce ready and alert and they were fitted with a state of the art communications syste. It was later discovered that it's state of the art communication systems could not only handle all the friendly aircraft, but could also pick-up and hack enemy communications, which lead to many a stiring victory despite inferior numbers. The frigates were then placed offshore enemy countries where they could spy on their communications.

"This is eye two. We're having a hard time holding onto the aircraft but it appears that there is a communication stream comming to them. This would be normal, however it appears to be a data stream, not a radio transmission."

"Data stream?..... Head's up people, we're facing UCAV's. It's likely they'll be able to dodge or evade our trackers. So we're going to have to do a missile wall. Form up and on my mark launch."

The hundred of fighters manouvered so that there was no friendly craft in front of them. Then then switched their weapon systems over to the sparrow swarm missiles. The bottom of the AAM2 opened up and a small missile launcher lowered. Each of the eight missiles attached to it was the size of rolling pin. They were streamlined and painted a reflective black.

"Mark"

Each fighter fired their missiles so that close to 800 small missiles filled the air, flying towards the approaching enemy aircraft. Their small size and streamlined shape made them hard to detect and see. They had a limited fuel amount, so that those that had not hit an enemy craft or had been destroyed after 15 seconds, started to fall from the air onto the decks on the enemy ships below, exploding on contact.

"This is eye two. We have traced back one of the data streams to a carrier. It's likely that that is one of the control centres for the UCAV's."


"Lead copies that. Men split up. In a couple seconds we'll be in enemy range. Get ready."

Flak started comming off the ships and into the aircraft. Several of them were hit and exploded. They all split up and began an ariel ballet of dances and spins to throw off the enemy fire. It was working to a limited degree. The naval fighters began their assualt on the carrier. Each of the remaining 36 naval fighters bays openned up, and two torpedoes dropped out. They hit the water and activated, heading for the carrier . The naval fighters, reduced to 34 now, due to flak, openned up with their wingtip missiles on the carrier. Two of the four were angled slighty downards for hitting the hull, while two were angle slightly upwards for hitting the superstructure. All 136 missiles streaked towards their targets.


"This is eye one. We have a total failure of all computer systems onboard."

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Captain Pettyworth stared at the computer screens in the computer centre on the frigate Chingalas, code named eye one. The computer centre was burried deep in the heart of the frigate, not in the superstructre. It had become like a second birdge on the monitor frigates. Relativly quiet, constant tactical updates and well protected. Display beeped, and screens flashed with lights. The hum of the machines filled his ears. He fingered the remote in his pocket. He had installed what was basically a large interuptor switch. On hit of the remote's button and power to the room would fail and the computers would lose their data.

"Sir, some of the radar signals launching off the enemy carriers appear to be different. They have a different shape overall and they are flying differently. It is possible that they are not UCAV's. What the FUCK! Sorry sir, but my computer just died." cries of "Mine too" rang throughout the computer centre.

Pettyworth smiled on the inside and frowned on the outside. He went from station to station to verify that they were all down. He picked up the comm headset and spoke.

"This is eye one. We have a total failure of all computer systems onboard."

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Chedago watched the fighters take off and the damage to the enemy fleet. He saw their counter assualt and many of his ships hit. He saw several more transports hit and sink. A battleship was hit midship and then at the bow. The armor was holding but another shell hit the superstructure of the ship, causing numerous explosions including internatl ones. Smoke began to pour from gouts in it's armour and the ship began to twist, and it's side hit the water with a loud crash and it continued to sink.

To Chedago's eyes, half the world burned black and the sun was shrunken yellow by the smoke. All around him, ships were burning or shooting or both. The convoy was finally on it's way though. Half of it was outside the fleet, heading south, with a cruiser, frigate and carrier flanking it, keeping it safe. They continued on their way. Hopefully they would be out of range before the enemy was in range to return fire.

"Sir, the enemy fleet is launching missiles and aircraft in great numbers. Hundreds of them sir!."

Too late.

"Have every missile countermeassure we have go into action. Priority on the ones heading for the transports."

Each ship in the fleet fired dozens of raptor-interceptor missiles. A raptor-interceptor missile was like a sparrow swarm missile. It was small, streamlined, and launched in large numbers. However it differerd in intended purpose and designed. Raptor missiles were designed to stop and destroy missiles heading for ships or important installations. They were installed with a pressure sensitive explosive, that detonated on contact and a timer, which made them different form sparrows. After a specific time, the timer triggered a detonate inside the missile which then exploded. The timer was usually set for when it ran out of fuel, about 10 seconds after launch.

The 3 remaining monitor class frigates fired 24 raptors apiece, the 2 battleships 40, the 3 dreadnoughts 56, 3 carriers 60, 2 supercarriers 70, 6 cruisers 90, and the 3 remaining moon class firgates fired 110 apiece for a total of 1500 interceptors missiles streaking towards the enemies missiles. The CIWS openned fire on the ones that survived the raptor barrage.

The countermeasures did a good job for the transports, for not a single missile landed on them. It also could have been because most of them were already out of the area of impact. The rest of the fleet was not as lucky, but still somewhat lucky. Two of the dreadnoughts were reduced to buring heaps, sinking into the sea. A carrier was hit middeck, causing a giant hole in the deck.


"Return fire on the enemy fleet."

"Sir we have several fast moving enemy ships comming up on our starboard flank. The Bear and Valour have reported that they have engaged them."

A battleship and a cruiser on the far side of the fleet from Chedago's position on the Thadsa openned fire on several ships that Chedago couldn't make out. He then saw the ships burst into flames with numerous explosions all along the flank. The superstructure on both vessels crumpled against the barrage of missiles they were facing.

"We have lost Valour and The Bear. The last transmission we recieve was that they were facing numerous missiles which seemed to avoid most of their CIWS."

"SHIT!. See if we can wipe those things out before they can take out the rest of us. Open fire with all guns on them."

"Sir the prime minister wants to speak to you."



o.o.c. I post, I post. School hit me really hard so I'm really sorry about how long this took.

ooc: S'all right!

ic:

"What the fuck are you doing?" The admiral was furious. Almost all of the UCAVs had been destroyed, and their Kuznetzov was now listing to port. It was clearly not long for this world. At least the UCAVs were able to get rid of their two AIM-123's before they were all destroyed... the big missiles had a massive range, and two stages. The second stage would prove more maneuverable than it would visually suggest.

Admiral Sherviskov had watched the missiles hit the carrier; The CIWS had malfunctioned, and alot of the salvo had made it through. Two torpedoes had made it through, but thats all that it took to sink the relatively small Kuznetzov. The ASHUM guns and the 203mm counter-torpedoes did their job, but they could only handle so much.

"Why did it leave formation? The fucking idiots! You see, this is what happens when Captains do not follow their orders."

The spectacular explosions threw bodies and aircraft into the air alike, indiscrimantly killing. Hundreds were dead.

Sherviskov rubbed the bridge of his nose, and released a deep sigh; "Launch the fighters."
The Captain stepped up next to him. "Sir? How many? We have more UCAV's from the other Kuznetzovs."
"Launch them all. No more UCAV's. Put up the Su-53's and Su-55's."
The order was relayed to the comm-operator who relayed it to the four Ocean-Class supercarriers. Soon there would be 480 Su-53's and 80 Su-55's in the air, ready to give some back.

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With much of the smaller ASM's being intercepted, Sheriskov now decided to step up the attack. The aresenal ships behind the carriers now opened their vast array of VLS tubes, missiles cycling in. Massive AM-98's were launched ten at a time, until the magazine ran dry. Each Aresenal Ship carried 1500 missiles... and there were ten Aresenal Ships. (I just checked my ship listing... this is why that the 2nd Fleet is my biggest fleet)

In a matter of minutes there would be 15,000 missiles in the air, spaced enough to prevent any large explosion from destroying the lot of them. These were smart missiles, thats why they were so huge. Then again, the Cruisers, Battleships, Destroyers, Frigates, SSGN's, and SSN's hadn't fired their AM-98 payloads just yet.

The large Leopard Super-Dreadnought was now parallel to the Celack fleet, line astern to two Red-Star Class Super Dreadnoughts. There were dozens of huge guns. It was time to finish this job. The guns roared, spitting out LIDAR guided ERGM (Extended Range, Guided Munitions) shells the size of cars.

The TAMD Mk III's now moved in front of the Super Carriers and Aresenal Ships... no more Carriers would be lost. Destroyers moved to create a screen as well, whilst others picked up survivors from the sunken Kuznetzov.

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A flotilla now seperate from the fleet. Commodore Tirazov arrived by Helicopter to his Arrow Class Cruiser. He now spearheaded a group of cruisers and destroyers. To his left and right were two Berlin CGN's and two Ankara CGN's. Eight Sabre DDG's screened the sides and rear from attack. Below lay four SSN-994's, two Boxer SSN's, and an AMS-84. They sped along at flank speed towards the group of transports.

Even at flank speed it was undiscernable if they could catch the transports who had a tremendous head start.

ooc. Oh Crap. When I posted last night, I only posted about half of what I was going to post and now it is completly contradictory of what's happening now. Now I'll have to rewrite everything.

Sigh this is what happens when you get swamped by school work.

Oh well.