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Location: Launch pad control room 18b, The Citadel, Axinon.

William McConnel looked at his palm pilot and smiled. Exactly two minutes until launch. Perfect. He leaned back and relished in his moment of triumph. It was HIS idea to build this thing after all. A satellite that can deliver nuclear weapons to any point on the globe in minutes. When this thing goes online, he thought, no one will be able to attack Axinon.

Not bad for the youngest President in Axinon's history. In his first term, he had seen a booming economy, a growing trade surplus and the colonization of Alphinon. And now, this, his crowning achievement was about to lift off into space

10 seconds to liftoff

A smile crossed his face


Nine...
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And we have liftoff

YESSSSS!!!!!

No one in the control room could contain their excitement.

William got up and prepared to leave
"Dan, inform me when the satellite is in space."
"Yes, sir."

And with that, the President boarded his plane and flew back to Extrilla [OOC: Axinon's Capital]

ooC: hey. im FT. mind if i join in? the test could alert my nation or something, who then comes knocking with some things to sell you...


like a bridge... *ominous laugh*

ooC: hey. im FT. mind if i join in? the test could alert my nation or something, who then comes knocking with some things to sell you...


like a bridge... *ominous laugh*

OOC: Can we talk about this on the OOC board? Its my fault I didn't provide a link. HERE (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=443743&page=2) it is. Also, this is a PMT roleplay... anyway, we can talk about this on the OOC boards, ok?

IC:

Location: The Presidential House, Extrilla, Axinon

Williams sleep was interrupted by the ring of his phone.

"...... It's 2 in the morning so you'd better have a good reason to call..."
"Sir, I have bad news"
"What... are those PETA members rioting in the streets again..."
"No sir, the satellite’s rocket has had its main computer shut down"
"WHAATTT?!?!?!?!"
"The satellite’s rocket has had its main computer shut down."
"Where is the rocket now?"
"It is currently over the eastern sea. We are using an on-board homing device to track it"
"You'd better not loose this thing. It cost too much to just let it go away. Prepare a team to retrieve it if it lands over a body of water."
"And if it lands in another country?"
"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it..."
"Good night, sir"
But now William had no inclination to sleep...

*Inside the Dominion Aerospace Radar Center (DARC)
-The Dominion of DMG*

"Uh - sir... you better take a look at this."

"What is it private?"

"Sir, I am tracking an incoming missile of some kind... At its altitude and angle it may be an ICBM, although it is kind of strang-"

"Henson, get the Supreme Allied Commander and The Supreme Ruler on the Hot-line."

"Yes si-"

"MOVE IT, NOW!"

Henson went to the Hot-line as the DARC commander turned back to radar screen.

"You were saying private."

"Well sir, it appears to have the trajectory of an ICBM but it much larger than any ICBM that I know of."

"Good work private - monitor the radar and keep me posted."

He turned back to Henson who was holding the Com-Link.

"I am sorry for waking you this early in the morning but it is urgent. We are tracking an incoming UFO. It appears to have the trajectory of an ICBM but it is much too large. I am asking permission to bring the armed forces to DefCon 1 and set the nation at full alert."

"Very well - it appears we are under attack or soon will be," said the President as he ended the ComLink. Henson walked to the command platform, hit the alert siren and picked up the speakerphone.

*WHIRRRR WHIRRR WHIRRR*

"Gentlemen. We are now at DefCon 1. This is not a drill - we are under attack from an unknown force and will most likely soon be at war. The nation has been brought to full alert and is awaiting our response. I want sattelites on this object. Get me the estimated point of intact. Lets do it boys."

*Back at Strategic Military Command*

The Supreme Allied Commander had been rushed to the command center during the first alert. He was now in a room with his military advisors and was planning their response.

"Ok boys. This is it. We are under attack and will soon be at war. Move The Supreme Ruler to his bunker. I want all military forces including reserves brought to full alert and ready to go at a moments notice. Get Xaro (airforce base) on the phone - I want a squad of Angels scrambeled double time and I want them intercepting any incoming forces. Sent a company of Rangers to the Impact sight after detonation - I want to know who fired that MISSILE and I want it NOW!"

The Guardian Angels were scrambeled and the military was brought to full alert. All that was left to do - was sit back and enjoy the bonfire.

"Sir, we've mapped the trajectory of the rocket"
"And?"
"It appears to be on course to crash down in the nation of DMG. What should we do?"
"If it does crash down there get the leader of DMG on the phone"
"Ok"
"But wait for it to actually crash first"
"Ok"
"Meanwhile, bring up the world factbook entry on DMG"
"Yes sir"

The whole situation was making William nervous.
"What if a war starts over this....... no I wont let that happen" he said to himself, altogether unconvincingly.

"Sir, I have calculated the point of impact - it should crash down on the western side of the island in roughly 3 minutes."

Turning towards the big screen, the DARC Commander watched as flashing lights showed the estimated path. "Prepare containment teams."

*Two minutes and 50 seconds later"

10...
9...
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"Sir we have contact. Although - well - sir... there was no explosion. Early reports indicate that there are a few fires in the object but no explosion or chemicals were released. First responders should be there within the next couple of minutes - we will get detailed reports then."

*Foure minutes later*

"Sir, preliminary reports are in. They report that the object appears to be a satellite of some kind. They are putting out the fires and preparing it for movement to a military lab for study. We will have more infomation later, sir"

"Call The Supreme Allied Commander, alert him of the situation and maintain the nation on full alert - watch the skies, seas, and lines of communication. Report to me every 15 minutes."

"Yes, sir"

A presidential aid walked into the executive office. "Sir, It’s been confirmed. The satellite has crashed down over DMG. According to the calculations, the impact should not have been enough to destroy it."

"Ok," sighed William. "I need to get a hold of the leader of DMG. Do we have him on the hotwire?"

"No, sir. We have felt no need to hotwire DMG as we have had no previous interaction with them."

"Well, get into contact with their leader somehow. We MUST get it back."

"Yes sir"

William thought for a moment. "I also need to contact ADC and the Citadel"

"Whom should I call first?"

"Call the Citadel. Tell them I need to meet with General O'Conner ASAP. Then, contact DMG. But make sure ADC knows I may call, so if something comes up, I won't get put on hold again"

"Yes, sir" and with that the aid was off.

The low-orbit tracking center picked up the satallite launch from Axinon, as well as it's crash in the nation of DMG.

The information was passed to the MFI, who researched into the nature of the satallite.

"Director, there appears to be a crashed nuclear satallite in DMG."
The Director made a come-on gesture.
"Well, it appears to be designed to be able to launch nuclear missiles from orbit, it would provide a useful addition."
"Well then, prepare an I'n'E team, they have a mission to do."

Early Morning at The Mondoth Sattelite Survey and Mapping Co:
Sir, early today, the nation of Axinon launched a nuclear capable sattelite, its a good design and was launched presumably with a full load of warheads."
"Yes? And? Nations are always launching nuclear capable sattelites, put it on the list with the others and leave it be, let the MSA handle it."
"Sir, with all due respect, the sattelite crashed into the nation of DMG not 3 hours ago, DMG has been established as a government that does not need to have this kind of thing right now and with their track record, frankly the analysts are afraid somebody else could steal it."

"Well SH)t, I'll have it knocked up to JSOC, we'll just have to steal it first."
The analyst was about to respond but the General in charge of the Mondothian Intelligence Communitee was already on the phone to his partner in joint special operations command.

Eight Hours Later, an unknown location presumably near DMG sovereign waters:

The Fable class ships were supposedly nearing time to be decommissioned, they were old for the most part, very old. However, the class was no where near decomissioning time, a mid operational life refit and several smaller upgrades had seen to that, thus, while the world believed Mondoths ability to covertly deposit troops to any shore in the world was quickly diminishing, it in fact remained a core part of the Mondothian strategy. a few tens of fathoms beneath the surface (just deep enough to avoid surface detection) the submersable amphibious assault ship opened its relatevely small clamshell doors, revealing an airlock just large enough for a single SFDS. the submersible landing craft silently crept forward until it was beyond the Fable ships doors and then it rapidly accelerated, its muted MHD thrusters leaving virtually no acoustic trace of its rapid penetration into DMGs waters. A mile or so down the border, a Shadow class hunterkiller submarine was waiting for the signal to launch its small fleet of noise makers that had been specially reprogrammed to be deafening to almost any sonar system. True to its operating principle, the Mondoth J-force of special operatives was about to deliver another 'special' cargo onto not exactly friendly territory, with plausible denaiability less than 12 hours since the call to arms had been recieved.

Tag.

The first responders had finished securing the sattelite and securing the area. They were preparing to move it from the crash sight to a undisclosed military instillation. Patrols of the entire nation had begun and the newly developed F-90 Guardian Angels could be heard soaring over the skies.

*Message sent to all nations*
"Due to recent events in our nation we have brought our military to full alert. Any unapproved activities in our land, air space, or regional waters will be considered a threat to our nation and we will take action. The ship, aircraft, vehicle, or personnel that has ilegally entered into our domain will be shot and destroyed/killed without any questions. Our aircraft are patrolling the air and if they come into contact with any aircraft, be it civilian, fighter, bomber, transport, helicopter, or anyother kind they will immediately fire upon them. The same goes with the coastal waters. Our submarines are patroling the waters while our surface ships are guarding the landing zones - any uninvited guests will be shot and sank without hesitation. If you fail to take this warning seriously - you will regret it.

This is The Supreme Allied Commander of Dominion Forces, from the Warooms - out!"

The Nistolonian Intelligence was swarming with activity as it always was, and Urius pushed his way through the crowded room to where Derlion was waving him over.
"What is it, Derlion?" he asked, looking over at the computer screen. "Another space rock?"
"Ah, no. It's some kind of satallite. Axinon make. It just impacted here. No explosion. DMG territory."
"mmm..." Urius looked bored. "Why do we care where some idiots sattalite landed?"
"Well, DMG has mobilized, and Mondoth has sent in something to DMG, we dont know what, as you can see here. We see a sub depart from from Mondath here, and here we have a sonar burst (he flipped rapidly through images). So we can assume they dropped something off."
"Well, I guess it's important then."
"Should we tell DMG about Mondoth?"
Urius looked puzzeled. "Why? They havent done anything for us. How many operatives do we have in DMG and in Axinon?"
"A few. We havent delt with them much."
"Keep me posted."
Urius went off to re-fill his coffee.

The I'n'E team had been prepared, and shipped to a spot a distance outside DMG waters.

Each of the eight members of the team exited from the low flying craft into the water. As the eight floated in the water, the method of transportation was lowered into the water.

Each of the eight spread out a decent distance and began heading toward DMG, travelling around five meters underwater.

With thier small size, nearly nil auditory signal, and the fact there was a violent storm sweeping the surface, they knew there was almost no chance of being discovered.

"Well, if everyone else is doing it."
Urius was once again leaning over Derlions shoulder, watching the images come in from sattelite uplink and a few operatives on shore. "Others. Those shapes on the beach there."
The storm meant sattelite imagry was down, but this was taken by a NIS agent off-shore. It was blury and grainy, and the origin of the interlopers was impossable to tell, but they were there none the less.
"Fine. Keep monitering them. We'll send in a Black Dragon team if things get different."

*At DARC*
"Sir, I am recieving an incoming transmission from the 17th Rangers..."
"Patch them through."
"The connection is fuzzy - so it will be hard to understand, Go ahead team leader."

"Sir we have reports of enemy agents coming ashore... They appear to be after the sattelite - it appears to be have launched by the Democratic Republic of... xn..n"

*In the background*
Shots are heard piercing the silentness of the night. "Shots Fired! Shots Fired! Man down, get a medic over here!"

"Sir... we... ha... encountered... e...my... sold... their unifo... are that of... Th..."

The connection cuts out as fighting near the sattelite breaks out. News reports of shots fired spring up on all the networks as confusion spreads panic through the nation.

"It got different."
The NIS HQ was quiet now, with the morning rush over. Urius wandered back over to his terminal, where Derlion's voice floated from the intercomm. "Login to terminal X-2, password 394h893j."
"This had better by good and not just another nation coming in." Urius typed in the password and waited for the system to start.
"Click on file labeled Sattelite Audio one."
The file contained much gunfire and screaming. The panicly voice in the background could barely be heard over the crackle of static.
"Derlion, where the hell did you find this? This is DMG gov property."
"Another agent. He has some bug running in that area, the sattelite area, monitering all radio communications in and out." Derlion sounded pleased.
"Fine. How long will it take to get a BD team down there?"
"About 10 hours by boat, 5 by Viper."
"Send in a viper. Tell them NO COMBAT. I just want to know what the hell is going on down there."
"Yesir"

OOC: Wait, who's shooting at who, I didn't actually land yet as I was waiting to see if DMG would post something about the subs.

"Sir, our satellite surveillance network has detected DMG mobilizing their troops"

William grimaced.

"I guess we should mobilize ourselves then. I want a naval task force to DMG. It has to have at least 4 Liberty class carriers, and the prototype BaC-1. Support should consist of Coon battlecruisers, Exinon battleships, and Falcon destroyers."

"Yes sir"

"And get the army ready to deploy too"

Minutes later, in the heart of the Citadel, fleet Admiral John Clark was putting the finishing touches on his naval task force. "Ok, 5 Liberty Carriers, 1 Prototype Ultimatum class Battlecarrier, 20 Solomon Class Attack Cruisers, 10 Coon class battlecruisers, 6 Exinon battleships and 40 Exinon destroyers, plus support ships. Very good. Cadet, alert the ships listed to be ready to move out in the next 48 hours."

"Yes sir"

Meanwhile, in DMG, Axinon's ambassador saw a telegram coming in, to be delivered to the leader of DMG.

To: The Leader of DMG
From: William McConnel, President, The Democratic Republic of Axinon

"To whom this may concern:
A scientific satellite of ours has recently crashed in your territory. We would humbly request that you could send it back to us (at our expense). Thank you for your time."

After receiving a message from the Preisdent of Axinon...


To: William McConnel, President,
The Democratic Republic of Axinon
From: The Secretary of Foreign Affairs
Subject: Sattelite Crash

<encryption...>
<null-set 189237823>

We have recieved confirmation that the sattelite is yours - however we are currently detecting incoming hostile forces and have been monitoring enemy chatter. It seems as if many nations would like to get their hands on this sattelite - we would like to know more about it and why it is so important to so many nations.

We are currently in the process of securing and retrieving the sattelite - however our forces have met hostile resistance from unknown forces. We have reason to believe that they are terrorist organizations based in DMG, but have not been able to confirm this. As I have said we are tracking incoming enemy forces, however a storm is disrupting our systems and are unable to confirm anything. We are preparing for an assault on our nation and suggest that if you would like your sattelite back, you gear up for war - as it seems some nations do not want you to have it.

I will keep in touch,
Secretary of Foreign Affairs
The Dominion of DMG

"Sir, we've received a telegram from DMG"

"Hmmm... so other nations are trying to capture the satellite. We can't let that happen. Set our spy satellites to constant surveillance of the crash region, try and identify any non-DMG troops in the region. And put the whole armed forces on high alert."

"Yes, Sir"

"And... if any units from other countries are spotted in DMG, let them know. It will be easier to get the satellite back if we know where it is."

"Ok"

A lone trawler was drogueing the area with its nets, every several hours hauling in a new 'catch' of plastc fish, the fish were photorealistic and even had little electric motors in them so they twitched realistically as they were pulled from the water. After being pulled from the water the fish were dumped right back in from secret tubes running from underneath the deck right to where the nets were deployed. after a day or two the fishs' batteries would run dead and the tralwer would be replaced with another. The tralwler only appeared normal from the water though, if a sattelite or recon drone/aircraft happened to get a good look at the trawler from above, the analyss would have a field day identifying all the lenses and domes concealed from the surface, but necesarily open to the sky. however, the purpose of these domes ond lenses was to prevent such a thing from ever happening.

the trawler was one of Mondoth's fleet of special 'black boats' ships that never touched Mondothian waters, never flew Mondothian flags, the crews never even spoke english, spanish or arabic, Mondoth's native languages, and, on paper, the ships never existed.

The lenses were a variety of high powered lasers, capable of blinding any camera, whether held by a tourist, clicking away fromt he underbelly fo a plane or drone, or scrying silently from the heavens via sattelite. The domes consisted of a variety of radar and communications jamiing equipment, incredibly focused, the jammers could make a sattelite thousands of miles away 'disapear' from communications while a crewmen migh be conversing with his mother on a sattelite phone (using a different sattelite of course) and the radar jammers had a similar effect on sattelite based imaging radars. Both systems were just as effective against aircraft and drones as they were against sattelites. The point of all this technological marvel and plausible deniability was that if Mondoth didn't want someone to see something, they wouldn't see it.

This particular 'black boat' was coming on position off the coast of DMG and as soon as it entered the ie arc of the area, sattelites went blind, from IR to visible light, to UV imaging systems were overwhelmeed by focused lasers while radar imaging sattelites were hoplessly jammed and communications sattelites went suddenly off-line, but that was just comercial 'birds' military ones were considerably harder to 'remove as an asset' but the wide variety of systems available would almost certainly ensure blindness in unfriendly eyes.

Under this cover the J-force insertion team came ashore, all in camoflauge patterns displayed by the advanced LEGION uniform, capable of shifting camoflauge paterns automatically to match climate, terrain, and visible light levels. by no means cloaks of invisibilty but highly effective against the unaided eye and night vision systems. Piezoelectric threads held strips of the same fabric away fromt he soldiers bodies, breaking up the outline and turning already sci-fi esque operatives into truely aliean looking beings, but when the held stil, or only moved with the wind (as they almost always did) they appeared nothing more than piles of rocks, bushes or smal trees.

The first four quicly and quietly came ashore under cover of darkness, the storm, and the technological marvels of the 'black boat' hanging off coast in international waters. The point team quickly secured the area for the arriving SFDS landing craft holding the remainder of the troops and some transportation to the objective.

"Sir, we've recieved disturbing transmissions from sattlite AL-032."

"What is it"

"Here you can clearly see a boat, cant tell what it is, it appears to be some sort of fishing vessel. Here's the disturbing part. After photographing the reagon for a couple minutes, the sattlite has produced wayyyyy overexposed images. Nothing can be made out. Furhtermore, we have not been able to make radio contact with it, and had to contact it through the space laser network"

"Hmmm... I doubt that that boat had anything to do with it, it looks just like a normal fishing vessel. Probably a conincedence. Send a few SR-71bs over the reagon to photograph it. I'm not going to do anything untill then.

How is the preperation of the Navy going?"

"Very well. The task force will be ready to go tonight and the main naval force will be ready by next week."

"I really hope this doesn't degrade to shooting, but this is good news..."

OOC: "It" being the reagon, not the boat.

The I'n'E team had split into the four ops teams almost a kilometer from shore. They'd stashed thier transportation in special 'bags', designed to be impossible to find unless you knew where they were, and the four ops teams had swum to the coast.

Each of the teams stood in five to six feet of water as they monitered for the peoples on the shore and boats, getting a sense of patrol scheduals and lines of sight.

the SUbmersible Force Deployment System type landing craft emerged fromt he water like a silent leviathan, sliding up the beach on low friction pads and propelled by a pair of MHD thrusters. as soon as the clamshell 'gates' were out of the water they swung ponderously open, revealing a group of Cheetah electric special forces ATVs and a pair of Ferret high mobility vehicles. As soon as the 'gates' opened the reduced special operations company took off, whispering away fromt he sea on nearly silent electric vehicles, seeking to put as much distance between themselves and any likely landing site before the 'Black Boat' had to close shop lest it be detected, at the first sign of enemy spy aircraft that carried pilots instead of or as well as spoofable cameras, the trawlers had to replace the false tops that gave tehm the appearance of normality and effectively blocked their ability to shade areas where unmentionable activities were taking place.

"Nighthawk 1, this is Nighthawk 2. We are approaching the zone we need to photograph. Waiting for orders"

OOC: Sorry for the wait

IC:
Nighthawk squadron, a wing of the Axinon military intelligence wing, was making final preparations for their recon run over the seas near DMG.

"Ok, this is it boys" said Nighthawk 1 over his radio, "Nighthawk 2, go in low and at top non-afterburner speed. Use your nose cone, and wing tip cameras, as well as visual scanning. Note anything that you see. Your eyes are the only thing that cannot be jammed. Nighthawk 3, follow surveillance pattern bisected seagull. Take the north half of the region.

Now guys, don't get caught over DMG airspace. They are on high alert and probably are going to shoot first and ask questions later.

Good luck"

OOC: Nighthawk squadron uses slightly modernized SR-71 Blackbirds

The I'n'E groups began sliding up the beach, freezing in place whenever a patrol neared. They continued to slowly travel up the beach until they were safely ensconed in the underbrush.

"Nistolonian command, this is Stinger one, we are 5 minutes to target, over."
The 2 vipers, each holding 12 Nistolonian black dragons (SpecOps) cruised low over the sea on the way to DMG.(That wasnt supposed to rhyme)

"Roger, Stinger one. Sattelites show all clear.Stay away from that blind spot, over."
"Copy Command, Stinger one out"

The two VOTL jets clearled the coastline with little more then a whisper, stopping on over a small forest. They hovered while the teams rappeled down, then were off, back towards the waiting Nistolonian aircraft carrier.

*Siren sounding in the background*

"Incoming... I am tracking three incoming high speed aircraft."

"Soldier, get to that missilie battery... NOW! Lock on to those planes. You, over there, send a transmission to those aircraft, 'Turn back immediately, you have entered protected Dominion airspace. I repeat turn back or we will fire upon you..."

"Sir, targets locked on."

"Prepare to fire... Are we getting a response on the radio."

"No sir. We have no aknowledgement of them recieving the message."

"Sir, they will be out of range in eights second... should I fire? Seven second, six, five... Should I fire sir... three, tw-"

Looking back at the soldier at the radio and getting no response, "FIRE!"

"Missiles away..."

A small red light on the control panel of Nighthawk-1's SR-71 started flashing.
"Nighthawk 1 to Nighthawks 2 and 3, we've got missile locks. Initiate evasive action."

As he said this, Nighthawk 1 set throttle to 100% and pulled up. Retreating to high altitude, he escaped the missile batteries

"This is Nighthawk 2. Initiating evas-----------------"

"What, I don't read you Nighthawk 2"

"---------------------------------"

"Sir, we've lost Nighthawk 2. His plane appears to have been hit and exploded on impact of the missile. I guess it penetrated to a fuel tank or something." reported Nighthawk 3.

"Blast. They are still firing. Get the heck out of here. We've got the info that we need. There is something definitely going on here."

With the Appearance of the SR-71s, the 'Black Boat' disapeared, covers in place it looked just like a regular fishing trawler. it would linger in the area to avoid suspiscion, and incase its special systems were needed again but for the most part its job was done, by now the J-force troopers would be well away from the landing zone where sattelite surveilance would be hard pressed to pick them up.

On the ground, the small force was moving steadily towards the site identified as the one most likely for the sattelite to have been taken to, carefully avoiding enemy patrols and well travelled areas the team continued its advance.

OOC: where abouts is the facility from the shore? Distance, terrain and what not.

The Nistolonian Black Dragon drop teams quickly checked their location and the locaton of the satellite. With a few whispered commands, they jogged off through the forest, making no noise at all.

"Sir, we have finished moving the sattelite to an undisclosed location. We haven't ecountered much opposition, but I don't have a good feeling about this. Its all just a bit too strange..."

"Good work soldier, keep me updated on what the tech crew finds out about the sattelite."

*Com-Link ends*
*Being updated*

"Sir, I have an update for you."

"Go ahead..."

"Sir, a missile battery was tracking three incoming high speed aircraft. They send a radio transmission for them to turn back or risk being attacked, but as they were about to lose a missile lock on them and had recieved no response, - they fired. We took out one of the three aircraft, killing the pilot, and the other two left Dominion Aerospace.

So far we haven't spotted any invasion forces to claim the sattelite, but recent chatter shows that many nations are interested in it and are sending in SpecOps or recon teams. Our forces are standing by, to respond to any threat.

Also, sir, I am not sure if it is of enough significance to mention... but... well, our air patrols noticed a boat in the ocean. It appears to be a small fishing boat... but it is a bit odd for such a boat to be at sea in this storm we are having. That is all."

"I see... send out a cutter to find what that boat is doing. Have them ask the crew to take the boat to dock, and if they refuse, take them in..."

"Yes sir..."

The team slid forward, carefully and silently throught the underbrush and dirt as they neared the location of the satallite. The four group leaders began survaying and watching the people at the facility.

*At an undisclosed location*
A patrol is finishing their rounds

"Another boring patrol finished..."

"No kidding... its quiet out there, very quiet"

"Yeh, and even if there was, they would have to get by the spot lights, motion sensors, guard towers, IR cameras, trip wires, dogs, and not mention three different layers of walls..."

"Yeh, no way anyone could get past all that, but all I am saying is that don't you think with recent events and all the chatter that there would be something happening... its just a little too quiet if you know what I mean."

"What, you would rather have those patrols of F-90s flying by every 15 minutes. Why do they have to fly so close to the ground..."

"No, but-"

His words were lost as the deafening sound of two F-90 Guardian Angels flew by, with their engines roaring so close to the ground.

The team that happened to be nearest to the patrol heard the talk of the defences that the facility held.
They texted the information to the other teams. The overall team leader began working on a WCS plan as well as a general ops plan.

"Sir, we've developed the photos from the SR-71s and analyzed new satellite images. There are foreign units in DMG. We have not been able to identify where they are from. The boat from the satellite images seems to have been just a fishing vessel, nothing important there. One of our SR-71s was lost over DMG, but the other 2 are intact and their pilots are being de-briefed now."

William muttered something inaudible, and than gave the order: "Send a special ops team over to DMG ASAP. Use plan USTD-3. Also, intensify satellite surveillance of DMG and use some high-flying SR-71's. We can’t afford to loose another one like Nighthawk-2 through low altitude spying. And get the task force to within 1,000 miles of DMG, with 30,000 troops. And prepare the other BaC-1 prototype for action."

"Get five snipers on the roof and have them start scanning the perimeter for anything at all. Turn on all of the flood lights - I want this place as bright as day. Get three choppers in the air and have them start scanning the area with thermal imaging equipment. Prepare the base for lockdown in a moments notice... and where the hell is my update"

"Here, sir - There are reports of Axinon mobilizing a massive military force... sattelites are intensively scanning the area and the cutter is almost at the fishing boat."

"Next time dont be late with my update"

"Yes, sir"

"Get down! Incoming!"
The two squads hit the dirt as floodlights lit up the area. The sound of helicopters in the distance could be heard.
"Command, this is Squad one. Gimmie a status check!"
"One, this is command. Satellite images show military incampment around the target zone. Probably alot of scanners, ect. Over."
"Right. Squad one out."

The team catiously advanced, their Shadowsuits shielding them from the worst of the sensors. They stopped at the beginning of the compound.
"Command, I dont know if we can get in there. Its lit up like a mad Firecobra, and a whole lot hotter."

Urius swore.

"Squad one, can you get in?"
"We might. If squad two distracts..."
"Got it." Urius grinned. "Theres a hill 500 meters to your left. Towards the north. Get squad two up there with barrel extentions. Squad one, move out."

3 minutes later, the silienced hiss of Nistolonian long rifles announced the death of a patrol on the north side. The base alarms went off.

The team continuing to watch the base.

A combination of a thermal ghille blanket, as well as thermospective clothing and ghille suits made exceedingly difficult for anyone looking to spot them. They were picking up the changes in patrol scheduals and fields of sight. As they continued the observations, they passed the info to the others.

ooc: IR and Thermal is the same thing

ooc: Nistolonia... watch the God-modding... and if both Theao and Nistolonia have SpecOps in the area - they would most likely run into each other while trying to evade me...

*WHIRRRR WHIRRR WHIRRRR - The alarm sounds as three shots in ring out in the night*

"Shots Fired, Shots Fired. Men Down!"

"STATUS REPORT!"

"Sir, three guards have been hit by snipers. Two are dead, but the third was only wounded and is going into surgery now. He said the shots came from the hill over on the west side."

"Lock down the base, NOW! Focus those snipers on the hill.

*Radio-ed from the rooftop*

"This is Eagle 1, I have spotted the enemy... taking the shot..."

The report of sniper rifle sounds over the radio.

"This is Hawkeye, I have the enemy in sight... locking missiles on... I have a shot-"

"TAKE IT!"

"Hawk 1, Fox 2... Missiles away and I have impact."

*The Commander voice sounds over the intercom*

"This is Lt. Hubbard speaking. Two fine soldiers have been killed in the line of duty. The base is now locked down - all entrances and exits to the base have been closed and are under heavy guard. I am granting you permission to shoot and kill anyone entering or leaving the base, without questions asked. This is not a drill soldiers... The enemy is upon us and the first Dominion casaulties have been recorded. Give 'em hell boys. Hubbard out!"

OOC: Holy crap, I forgot all about this. I will post soon, if that is okay. Consider this a subsequent tag.

The sargent, being a member of the team that had spotted three of the DMGers fall let out a subvocalized CRAP. Using the dat-pad, the primary form of 'safe/silent' communication of the I'n'E teams, he tapped out a message informing the two specialist firsts, as well as the other sargent of the altercation.

"Alright, someone else is here, and they just Up'd the mission."
"Got it, plan remains the same, just up the haz level."
"Got it."
"Others, we'll leave them, if they go and get themselves splat, the code will drop."
One of the specialists first turned to his team-mate, and after a rapid hand signal conversation smiled,
"Pretty sure we can ReTri the newbs."
After a short break, he added a blurp,
"Got it, it's by you π*."
"Good, we'll see about getting them splat."
The group began slowly crawling, remaining undercover, toward the co-ordinates where the Others were, or suppose to be anyways.

ooc: * suppose to be Pi symbol

"Sir, the task force is almost in position. They are awaiting orders."

"Very well, order them to hold for now."

"Oh, and there is something else. The latest pic from our spy satellite has discovered a DMG military emplacement. There seems to be a fair amount of activity going on, we cant make out exactly what but these soldiers here ***he points to a spot on the picture*** don't seem to be from DMG. And further, they appear to be pointing these things that appear to be rifles into the DMG compound."

"And?"

"Sir, we believe that this is where they are holding the satellite."

"Ok... use these images to try and find possible routes to get to this compound in the case that we must invade DMG. I hope it doesn't come to that though..."

The Company was moving fast now, having just recieved word of the location of the main objective. The g4roup was mainly staying out of sight and avoiding regularly searched areas, but unless the other teams they had just recieved word about drew off the patrols, it was only a matter of time before they would be detected.


On the "Black Boat" things were very busy, first the SR-71s, and now an approaching Navy cutter. Quickly the captain got ont he radio, speaking in french, the language of the nation whse flag they were currently flying.
"Bateau d'approche, vous effrayez les poissons*" Immediately after he ordered his crew to deactivate the fake fishes. With a few flicks of switches, the next cycle of fake fishes would go to a secret hold grafted to the bottom of the ship instead of back into the nets. A few buttons and several electric motors began wirring quietly, rearanging the netso that it appeared like a real trawler net instead of one designed to get a load of fake fishes from a hole under the boat. The Hole under the boat was closed and in minutes the entire operation would appear completely legit under all but the closest scrutiny.

OOC: Tranlated: Approaching Ship, You scare away the fishes. what do You want?

"Captain, I am recieving a message, have a listen."

*Bateau d'approche, vous effrayez les poissons*

"What in the devil are they saying, soldier"

"I believe they are saying, 'Approaching Ship, You scare away the fishes. what do You want?'"

"Well send a message back, "This is the Dominion Navy, under authority of the Supreme Ruler of DMG, you are hereby ordered to dock your vessel on shore. A curfew has been implaced and if you try to resist it us, we will board you. If you try to outrun us, we will fire upon you. The choice is yours..."

the reply came back:
"nous, naturellement, nous conformerons et nous accouplerons sur le rivage*"
and the ship began moving towards the coast.

OOC: I assume your reply was in french. A little side note, an excellent way to fake speaking a language is to use the google translator under language tools ont he google main page, just choose the appropriate translation and type away.

*Traslated:we will, of course, comply and dock on shore.

*Dominion CentCom*

"Sir, I am recieving two separated encrypted com-links... patching the first one through to the speakerphone - now."

*First Com-Link*

"Sir, this is Captain Smith of the DDN Quickbreaker. We have made contact with the mysterious fishing boat. They have complied with our requests so far... but... for some reason they are speaking in french."

"Hmmm... We are not taking any chances today. When you arrive at dock, board the ship, place the captain and crew under arrest and inspect the boat. If they refuse... you know what to do."

"Yes, sir. Captain Smith, Out."

"Patching the second com-link through sir. Go ahead, Lt., you are online with the commander."

*Second Com-Link*

"Sir, this is Lt. Hubbard at Darkspace. We are under attack from an unknown force. A patrol was taken out by sniper fire. We returned fire with our own snipers and hellfire missiles from a patrolling helicopter - we are still waiting for comfirmation of the kill. Also, our sensors have been picking up multiple enemies outside the compound - although they seem to not be working in unison. So, either they are very unorganized - which I highly doubt, or we are dealing with multiple enemy groups. The base is currently on full lock wartime lockdown.

"Indeed, it seems so. What of our mystery sattelite? Have we figured anything out?"

"It seems that the sattelite was a delivery system of some kind, but the technicians have only begun to analyze it. They are trying to be careful as it is in a status after the crash."

"Very good. Notify me of any happenings."

"Yes, sir."

*Com-Link ends*

"What has DARC learned about so far?"

"Well, the storm seems to be dissappearing rapidly and we will soon have full sattelite and communications in the area. Also, it seems that Axinon has finished preparing an invasion force - our military is standing by to repel them. The 1st, 2nd, 4th, 7th, and 8th, fleets have been fully mobilized and are positioned around the island in order to defend against any incoming naval or aerial forces."

"Good - alert me with any new news... I will be in my office."

The team tasked with causing the others to get splat had managed to get into position slightly up and behind the Others*. Reaching into his companion's pack, he withdrew a HE explosive and a collapsable launcher. Taking careful aim at a section of the wall he fired.

Even as the rocket launched, the two people were already exiting the area, moving rapidly but stealthly as they planned to let the Others suffer for thier stupid sniper shots. They collapsed the launcher and faded into the underbrush as they headed back to the observation position.

ooc: * Nistolonia's people

"INCOMING!"

*The rocket smashed into the front wall, tearing out a large piece*

"Sir, we are under attack from multiple fronts. The outer wall was breached by rocket fire. Reports of enemy spec op teams in the woods, sir."

"Get those two choppers over the woods. Flood with light and shoot enemybody in there."

"Yes, sir."

Turning to man sitting in the shadows, "I want those bastards dead. Do whatever you have to - burn the forest to the ground... just bring me their BODIES."

The stood up, saluted Lt. Hubbard, and then walked out of the room calmly with his hat tucked under his right arm.

Seeing the choppers rise up and head for the direction they'd fired from, the two team members exchanged a grim smile at the results from thier little escapade.

Since they couldn't get to the optimal position before the choppers would be overhead, each one found a section of underbrush at the base of a tree and settled in. With the ghille thermal suits, underbrush and tree they would be effectively invisible from the air and hard to spot from the ground.

The helicopters flooded the forest with light.

*Radio Transmission*

"Sir, this is Hawk 2. Our scanners are not picking up anything and it is hard to see anything in the forest."

"Move into tactical firing positions and prepare to fire on my order."

Turning to an aide next to him, "Get two squads on the wall and patch me through. I want to be linked to the guard towers, the wall, the snipers, and the choppers."

"Yes, sir."

*Less than a minute later*

"Everything is ready sir, you are patched through."

"Snipers on the roof, see if you can spot anyone in the woods and pick off anyone trying to escape. Towers and soldiers on the wall... prepare to lay down continuous fire. Choppers are your ready?"

"Yes, sir. We have moved into tactical firing positions and are awaiting your order."

"All right. Hawk 2 and Hawk 3 you are to fire four hellfire missiles each and then get the hell out of there.... On my count everyone... 4, 3, 2, OPEN FIRE!"

A barage of bullets and missiles slammed into the trees, wreacking havoc...

"Sir, this Eagle 3 on the nest... we have not spot-"

The transmission was interrupted by a high priority signal... "Angel 1 to Darkspace, Angel 1 to Darkspace... Come in Darkspace."

"This is Lt. Hubbard at Darkspace, over."

"This is Angel 1, inbound. We advice all allied forces in the targeted area to remove themselves in the next twenty seconds, over."

"Aknowledged. You have the green light. Over"

"Confirmed - Angel 1, to Angel Pack... I have the lead, prepare to drop the blazers. over."

Four F-90 Guardian Angels streaked over the forest dropping 20 Mark 77 upgraded Black Naplam Incendiary Bombs.

The Explosions vaporised the shubbery and trees where squad two had been.
Squad one stopped from where they were, inside the compound.
"Squad two, do you copy, over!?"
The radio gave static
"Squad two Do you copy?"
"......This is squad two. We have 6 troops down. Pulling out."
"Roger squad two."

Squad one cautiosly advanced along the inside of the wall.

Squad two, running from the napalm explosions, almost tripped on the Theao troopers.
L'enowin stumbled over a camo-suited trooper, tripped, and fell.

As the napalm blasts began to drop, the two people burst out of the cover and took off in different directions, both away from the bombing run.

ooc: They're not SpecOps or SpecForce troops. And it's Theao, not Theo(pet peeve).

"Sir, it appears that DMG has mobilized their Navy"

"Well no **** they mobilized their navy. Could it be any more obvious that we have fully mobilized ours?!?! I was EXPECTING them to mobilize their navy, it would be just plain stupid not to."

"And what are we going to do?"

"Our task force is staying where it is. They know we are here, just have our ships brodcast a message saying not to get within 10 miles of our ship's locations or else to any ship nearby. Our ships are 1,000 miles away from DMG, we need not fear any attack on our forces from them. I'm more worried about any OTHER nations trying to get our sattelite. If any warships enter our area, shoot. Otherwise, stay where you are. I dont want to invade DMG, at least untill we know what the OTHER nations are going to do..."

The 'Fishing Boat" Made its way to shore, dragging its nets and generally trying to stay at sea as long as possible. Meanwhile the Captain and first-mate opened a panel in the bridge revealing a pair of USB ports. Each pulled a small USB fob out and plugged it into one of the ports, closing the panel it closed fluch with the rest of the bridge surfaces, like the other panels, that disguised the boats special equipment, it was hidden from view and extremely hard to open. With the fobs in place, the trawler went into lockdown, nothing beyond the normal Trawler equipment could be accessed while the fobs were in place unless both the captain and first mate were onboard with their individual Radio Access systems that were disguised as cigarrettes, one or the other would attempt to leave the boat as soon as it reached shore to prevent the boats secret being revealed. if however he was stopped, the other would begin smoking so that he could easily toss the accessor over board in the event that a search team came too close to discovering a secret while bothaccessors were on board. If any of the boats secrets were forcibly opened or revealed, the ship would explode violently from incendiary devices in the gas tanks and explosives in the secret compartments.


On shore the had come surprisingly close to their objective befoe event he slightest hint of resitance showed itself. That 'hint' came on the form of a flight of F-90 Guardian Angel's screaming overhead, as the aircraft came into sight a brilliant explosion lit up the sky as several napalm bombs ignited, not exactly close, but close enough to cause many soldier to jump with surprise. As the fighters passed overhead however, several more experienced soldiers shouldered Merlin Integrated Infantry Missile systems, flipping the switch from 'AT Top Attack" to "AA, Infra-Red" they tracked in on the fighters, letting loose a small volley of very fast and highly maneuverable anti-air missiles. Immediately the rest of the troops shouldered weapons and sought cover, the vehicles' gunners took their seats and brought weapons on line, preparing for anything.

As the "black boat" reached dock, the armed guard on board the DDN Quickbreaker, boarded the boat with rifles at the ready... "Private! Translate this statement into french for me," send Captain Smith as he borded the now secure boat. "By order of the Supreme Allied Commander, you are all under arrest for conspiracy against the state. If you resist we will be forced to take action, however if you come peacefully we will promise not to kill your families too..."

-X-X-X-X-X-X-

"This is Angel 1, missiles away, target confirmed..." As the Angel leader was relaying his message to the DDN Firststrike, the onboard computer alerted him of incoming surface-to-air missiles, "Angel Pack move to evasive positioning and begin tactical missiles defense!"

Immediately the Angel pack hit the thrusters and in seconds were soaring at Mach 4. Most of the missiles weren't able to keep up with the fighters for the 2 minutes they were at Mach 4, but for those that were, the onboard computer took over and began defensive mechanisms. It dropped DMI Aerial Countermeasures, fired the Guardian Turret and the VCCS began manuevering to evade the remaining missiles. In the end the Angel Pack was undamaged, but was running low on fuel and had to return to the DDN Firststrike.

"This is Angel 1 to CentCom. We have engaged multiple enemy hostiles en route to Darkspace. Advising an intercept immediately. Over"

"This is CentCom. We read you and have already dispatched a mechanized platoon. Over."

"Quelle est la signification de ceci? Nous sommes les pêcheurs simples, pas criminels. J'exige de voir mon avocat!*" shouted the Captain as the statement was translated. Immeddiately the First mate nervously pulled a ciggarrette out of his pocket and began to fumble with his lighter.


Colonel Al Hasan, the man incharge of the operation, was grumbling too himself about the need for proper anti air missiles instead of the bastard Merlins, which, while truly excellent anti tank rockets, were only humdrum in the anti-air role, soon the word came in from the communications and intelligence officers that an enemy mechanized group was moving towards their position, with only minute to react, al Hasan began shouting orders to his troops, they quickly hit buttons sewn into their gloves that activated the piezoelectric ghillie suit esque strips of uniform. The soldiers began throwing camo-nets of similiar material over the vehicles and taking up concelaed postions, crew served weapons were set up among camoflauged vehicles for cover and the area went from being a small military camp to a glade thick with deadly undergrowth.

*Translated: What is the meaning of this? We are simple fishermen, not criminals. I demand to see my Lawyer!

The two team members that had been involved in the attack had managed to get back to thier position in good shape. They settled in to watch the situation again.

"Translate that into french, private... We will decide who you see and dont - Now come with us or face the consequence."

"C'est indigne, nous prennent à notre consul immédiatement, nous ont des droits que vous savez!*" Yelled the captain at the translation.

Mean while the first mate had lit his cigarette and was pulling nervously on it, taking deep breaths and expelling a copius cloud of smoke. As the cigarrette shrank back towards the butt, he dropped it on the ground, smashing it with his heel and the tiny radio transmitter with it. He knew something was wrong and that in this case it was better to risk his and the crews life than that any connection with Mondoth be revealed. As the radio transmitter int he cigarrette stopped transmitting, an almost imperceptable shift happened in the pattern of one of the blinking lights. Any one that could understand the code would know that the little light, ostensibly an indicator for the net status, was now blinking a little message: "Armed, Armed, Armed" Over and over again.

*translated: This is Outrageous, Take us to our Consul immediately, we have rights you know!

The private now translated without having to be told to, "Actually you dont. I will repeat the order one last time - Come with us peacefully or you will be killed."

The captain gave a slow nod at this.
"Quel choix nous ont? Le repos a assuré notre Governemtn sera plus contrarié à notre traitement ici.*" he said slowly and angrilly, signaling the first mate to gather the rest of the crew.

*Translated:What choice have we? Rest Assured our Governemtn will be most displeased at our treatment here.

"You made a wise decision... but what government would that be?"

*CentCom*

"Sir, I have an incoming transmission from Darkspace."
"Patch it through."
"Yes, sir."

"Lt. Hubbard from Darkspace, here. I have an update on our position and the sattelite."
"Go ahead lieutenant."
"Sir. We are under siege from special forces from multiple foreign nations. They appear to be working against each other, which has allowed us to take some of them out - we think. However we don't know how much longer we can hold out as the enemy is persistent in getting inside the compound - the helicopters have run out of fuel and munitions and have to return to Xaro Air Force Base for re-equipping. I request that you send additional forces to surround the area and guard the compound."
"I see... very well - I will order in some reinforcements immediately. However this may mean that other nations will comfirm the existence of the sattelite at Darkspace and may very well attack. If this happens - you know what to do...
"Yes, sir-"
"Now about that sattelite... what have you learned?"
"Well, sir, you will be pleased that we have finished analysis on the sattelite and can fully confirm its purpose... It is a first-strike nuclear weapons launc-."
"My god..."
"Yes, sir. We will guard it with our lives. Lt. Hubbard from Darkspace. Out."

OOC: How far away is Darkspace from the coast?

IC: The Nistolonian Black Dragon teams regrouped on the north corner of the compound, hugging the exterior of the wall. The other special ops team had blown a hole on the wall, and DMG troops had set up defensive positions around there, searchlights scanning the area.
"Grelian, Rethian, railguns." Squad one sergeant Lethilian called. The two heavy weapons team members complied, unslinging their R-10s.

OOC 2: Is this PMT? Can I use my R-10 railguns?

check the ooc thread, here (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=9731692#post9731692)

The four teams of two began a very slow advance on the facility, with the blowing of the wind, and the combination of ghillie suit and underbrush tied into the suit, they were extremely difficult to follow or even spot.

The captain was flabergasted
"Il est en notre charte, et nous battons leur pavillon sur notre bateau, nous sommes des citoyens de la République bolivienne de Saint Yong!*"

*translated: "It is in our charter, and we fly their flag on our boat, we are citizens of the Bolivian Republic of Saint Yong!"

That nation (saint Yong) no longer exists, but when it did it belonged to friend of mine and they spoke french. It was removed 'cause he stopped playing for a little while but he'll be back. in the meantime I have permission to act as his proxy for this RP

"Well your government of Saint Yong will not ever hear of your dissappearence..." translated the private.

Captain Smith now turned to his men, "Take them away, send them to Military Interrogation Headquarters... have them find out what fisherman from Saint Yong were doing off our coast during the middle of a storm..."

With that a squad of soldiers started directing the crew off the boat and into waiting vans.

"Sgt. Have an engineering crew take a look at the boat - see if anything seems funny to them.."

To: The Leader of DMG
From: William McConnel, President of Axinon

To whom this may concern,

We (Axinon) would like to have our satellite back. Would you please give it back to us? In return we will pay for any damage caused by the crash, cost of storing, and transport. We will also help repel any armed attack made with the purpose of obtaining said satellite.

Respectfully,
William McConnel

From: Secretary of Foreign Affairs
To: William McConnel, President of Axinon

We would be willing to give back the sattelite under a few conditions.
1) Tell us why you were sending a first-strike nuclear launch sattelite into space.
2) All spies (of Axinon) in the Dominion of DMG shall be removed.
3) Reparations for damages caused and lives lost will be paid in full.

You will also have to transport and provide security for the sattelite yourself as its location is currently under attack by unknown special operations.

If we think of anything else we will contact you.

OOC: How far away is the shore? Its important.

ooc: say 50 miles...

OOC: 83 kilometers...OK

IC: In the waters about 30 kilometers from shore, the black water rippled as the Nistolonian submarine Shadowstalker surfaced like some giant grey whale. It remained surfaced for a few moments, then dove again, leaving the ocean as calm as before.

The teams had, after a labourously slow crawl, finally arrived at the base of the wall, after waiting a period to ensure they hadn't been spotted, each team began spreading seven hundred grams of C-4 at the base, to bring down large sections.
This done, they began another torturously slow crawl away from the base of the wall.

The night air grew heavy as the rolling thunder of the Dominion forces approached. Over the final hill and now in sight of Darkspace, which was only 700 meters away...

The battallion rolled closer and was soon surrounding Darkspace and the encompassing area.

Dominion Forces
50 Tiger MBT
30 M1A4 Abrams
50 Bull Warrior FV
30 M3A3 Bradley FV
5 Impact MLRS
5 Avenger
50 Legionairre S-15s
40 Elusion Class Vehicles
100 HMMWVs
20 AH-64 Apache
10 Ranger Scout Helicopters
5 Comanches

Plus an additional 1000 foot soldiers

The Nistolonian Black Dragons were away from the compound, in the woods nearby, as they watched the reinforcments come in. Specialist Hallaria pulled out her binoculars and a map. She watched the base, the map, and then the base again. She pulled out her radio.
"Shadowstalker, target zone designated. Grid A-4, sector 3. Fire at will."

The Submarine surfaced again. Its top missile racks extended, and the first volley of missiles fired.

OOC: The missiles are aimed at the troopers. The missiles are NOT aimed near the satellite.

"INCOMING! Missile detection! Prepare the HAMM and PATRIOT missile batteries."

"LOCKED ON!"

"FIRE!"

The anti-missile missile batteries fired their missiles at the incoming enemy missiles. Meanwhile, the Navy began to prepare an assault on the submarine. Aircraft and anti-submarine helicopters were launched, submarines got in position to fire, and all other ships began targeted fire from missile bays and their cannons...

To: DMG's Secretary of Foreign Affairs
From: William McConnel, President of Axinon

The reason we launched the satellite is that we felt that our national defense would be greatly benefited by its ability to serve the following strategic roles:

A.) Destruction of military emplacements in a hostile nation

B.) Destruction of hostile ships

C.) Attack of large hostile troop formations in sparsely populated areas.

We have no intention of ever using this weapon to attack civilian targets, although any nuclear weapon could be used that way. Let me assure you though, killing non-combatants has never been part of our military doctrine, and we would only do so in extremely dire circumstances.

Axinon is proud of its record. We have only been involved in one war, and that was because we were attacked unprovoked by a corrupt uber-millitant state. We will not use this weapon in aggressive action.

As for our spies, we have none. Before this incident, we had never interacted with DMG and felt no reason to spy on them. Afterward, your defenses had been tightened so much that we determined that attempting any covert action would be futile. The only spying we have done has been via SR-71 flyovers and satellite photographs. If our satellite is returned we will cease these.

As for reparations, are you including the attack on your compound by outside forces in that? If not, than sure. If so than... I'll need to see the bill. If you launch a counterattack on the nations that attacked you, we will aid either way.

As for transport, the battlecruiser Unstoppable will be sent to pick up the satellite from the shore. To get it to the shore, Axinon could land infantrymen to come and pick it up (some members of a scrapped Spec Ops force landing). If you do not want Axinonian soldiers on your land, we can airlift it out with some helicopters. Transport from there will be simple, the Unstoppable will sail back to Axinon. Any additional security after it leaves DMG territory will be arranged by the Axinon Navy.

Thank you for your great handling of the situation
Respectfully,
William McConnel

PS: If you need it, we can attempt to help you clear out the spec ops forces quickly with airpower to supplement that which you have already deployed to the situation.

From: Secretary of Foreign Affairs
To: William McConnel, President of Axinon

We see your need for a nuclear deterrent and are in no way judging you for having it.

Although, we do not believe you lack spies in our nation, we are at this time willing to accept your response.

On the matter of reparations... yes we are including the attack and damage upon our military compound - as since the reason it has been damaged and some of our soldiers killed is due to your sattelite.

As for transportation - the Unstoppable is an acceptable method of transportation provided that you can get the sattelite. At this time however it is still under attack and on military lockdown. This means at present time we cannot allow your battlecruiser into Dominion Wartime Costal Waters.

Regards,
Secretary of Foreign Affairs

P.S. Although we would be grateful for your help, air support is not necessary - we have a sizable Air Force to do the job, unfortunately when dealing with Spec Ops... Air Force rarely can do the job alone.

The teams had managed to pull out to a sufficiant distance from the base, thought it took a considerable period of time.

At a signal sent by the commander, each person activated the remote detonators, causing the C-4 to explode.

Again the warning sirens at Darkspace exploded with noise as charges went off all around the outer wall.

"STATUS REPORT!"

"Sir - The outer wall has been fully breached. We can no longer hold it."

"Very well... FALL BACK TO THE SECOND WALL!" Even before he had finished his sentence, soldiers were scurrying back...

Meanwhile the battallion had stopped at nearly 200 meters from the compound.
"Hold your position men... We have our orders - and they aren't to save the men or that sattelite. Just find me the bastards who are attacking and send me their HEADS!"

To: DMG Secretary of Foreign Affairs
From: William McConnel, President of Axinon

Yes, that is reasonable. We will pay, although I would like to suggest that if the origins of the attacking forces are found out, they should pay too.

As for the Unstoppable, we are moving her closer to your country, but still well inside international waters, if you do not object.

If you need any military assistance, we will help out. Just tell us what you need.

Respectfully,
William McConnel

From: Secretary of Foreign Affairs
To: William McConnel, President of Axinon

Yes the Unstoppable may continue on its path.

Support would be helpful, although what we really need his men on the ground shooting those bastards.

Regards,
Secretary of Foreign Affairs

P.S. Oh, and we are going to make them pay alright...

The situation had nearly reached the point in which passive actions were to become active actions and the eight prepared for the switch.

From:The Government and people of United Earthlings
To:The Nation of DMG

The Nation of UE has detected alot of activity around the nation of DMG and was wondering what the world was going on?

On a side note, should the nation of DMG need any assistance at all, what ever that type of assistance may be; military or economic. Don't hesitate to call on us. Payment for assistance can be worked out later, or whatever works for you.

From the government and people of UE wishing you well.

From: Secretary of Foreign Affairs
To: The Government and people of United Earthlings

Oh its nothing... Just a little argument over a first-strike nuclear launch sattelite - nothing too big. But dont get yourself involved. We dont require any outside assistance at the moment and any attempted incursion into Dominion occupied area will result in hostile actions.

No harm meant,
Secretary of Foreign Affairs

From:The Government and People of UE
To: Secretary of Foreign Affairs for the nation of DMG

No harm taken, we understand and would never think of ever violating your nations sovereignity. However, if you should change your mind about needing assistance we are standing by. Until then good luck storting out the arguement.

To: DMG military officer in charge of Ops around Darkspase.
From: Axinon Fleet Admiral George O'Conner

President McConnel has informed me that what you "really need his men on the ground shooting those bastards".

If you want, we can send paratroopers into the general region of Darkspace, and close on the enemy positions. Those are the only infantrymen we can get to the area in any sort of timeliness, as our landers and Spec Ops sub (from an aborted spec ops mission) are too far away from DMG to do any good.

Also... if you can pin down the coordinates of your attackers (especially any large targets, like a ship or sub), and they reasonably can be expected to not move for 5 minutes or so...

Don’t tell any other nations about this, but we have another satellite, not unlike the one you recovered, except it is smaller and fires conventional payloads. The odds of a small ship or a Tank/APC surviving a hit from our space based weapon platform is... slim. The purpose of this satellite is precision strikes on military targets in densely populated areas with a missile shield, but it will be fine in this role too.

Respectfully,
George O'Conner

To: Axinon Fleet Admiral George O'Conner
From: General Granger

Paratroopers will be acceptable. We would request that you, if not already installed, insert a signal emitter tuned to the classified frequency below. This will insure that our soldiers and vehicles do not shoot at them. If you can't or wont install the signal emitters, I can not ensure their safety from friendly fire.

Again, we would use your sattelite to target the enemy, but unfortunately the soldiers on the ground are to hard to target - and the only ship to be sank is being dealt with by our navy.

We appreciate the help

Sincerely,
General Granger
Commander of the 7th Armored Battalion

On board the AxS P239 (known by her crew as "Big Willie") the 32ndParatrooper division was preparing for action.

In a briefing room, Commander Sam Samson was giving his men a prep talk." Ok men, this is it. The day we have all been training for. We are going to parachute into this area of DMG, and engage the unknown forces attempting to infiltrate the allied compound and steal materials important to Axinon's security. Our support will come in the form of DMG units already in the area, primarily aircraft. We must drive off, or preferably capture the unknown enemy units. Let’s go men."

With that the paratroopers grabbed their 'chutes, M8s, body armor and survival kits. Within 20 minutes, the first of four transport planes lifted gracefully off the port runway.

"Dan, remember to activate the signal. We don’t want to get shot down or anything," said the plane’s pilot.

"Ok, done..."

The forces waited, the original plan of sneaking in and stealing the sattellite, had of necesity been voided as soon as it was seen that the sattelite was already being sought after by the very kinds of people the team had been sent in to grab it from. The new plan was waiting and monitoring the situation. snipers were sent out, under cover and wearing ghillie suits even more high tech and stealthy than the special ops normal wear. Insted of simply monitoring the surrounding world with a few tiny fiberoptic lenses and choosing an appropraite pattern, albedo and level of lighting, the LEGION type Spec-Forces Ghillie suit was a marvel, monitoring the world through hundreds of fiberoptic lenses and light sensitive patches the suit was capable of creating its own, individual pattern by taking images from a set point of time (such as from insertion) and continually searching the captured images for simiarities of color, shape and relative location. As more images were acquired, the camoflauge became more complex and more concealing. the suit also had a special flap for concealing the gun, a 12.7mm SG-114 electronic firing, caseless precision weapon with a variable magnification, high resolution video scope with integral light intensification and thermal imaging. the weapons were masterpieces of the gun smiths art, capable of placing a round accurately on any target behind anything up to a light plate of armor at well over a kilometers range. The snipers carefully snuck to a suitable position to view the base and the combat taking place there while remaining as concealed as possible. radioing in their observations on special low intensity low frequency radios that were all but impossible to intercept.
Now all that was left was to wait form someone to win and for the team to sweep in and snatch the sattellite from their grasp.

Each of the teams had prepared for the active actions. The four teams had prepared the collapseable rocket launchers and prepared to fire.

The first set of four took careful aim, fired simulaneously, and disappeared into the brush, followed quickly by the second set, who also fired at once, and disappeared into the brush.

ooc: Attack should, if works perfectly, blow 4 corridors into the inner part of the base.

*As the walls came crumbling down*

As blasts are heard outside the main building, Lt. Hubbard and an aide confer in an office... "Sir, all three walls have been breached and we are not at risk from an incursion by the enemy," said the aide with a note of hesitance in his voice.

With a heavy sigh, Lt. Hubbard walked over to his window and watched as small pieces fell off the wall. "Very well... send everyone to the bunker, download all the files on these computers and then torch them."

The aide ran off to issue the command to the rest of the compound. Within moments men were scurrying towards a small hole in the ground and began climbing down a ladder on the inside. The bunker was a two room instillation buried 100 feet below the ground. It had two main rooms and a small office where the commander would stay. In one room the sattelite sat on the ground with all types of scientific equipment scattered around it - and in the other hundreds of soldiers began finding spots to sit down and occupy themselves for what could be hours, days, or weeks.

Lt. Hubbard was the final person into the bunker and as he descended the ladder he reached out with one of his palms and laid it on a metal panel on the side of the wall. He removed his hand and continued his descent while a 15 ton blast door closed and locked in place - barring the entrance to the ladder and sealing off the bunker.

When he reached the bottom, Lt. Hubbard stepped through another portal and nodded to a pair of men standing next to a massive steal door. The men pushed with all their might until the 40 ton blast door was closed and then they finished locking it with five individiual manual locks. The door was installed with a laser protection system that if any attempt to bore a hole into the door was made, the metal bars would break, effectively sealing the door until massive machinery could be brought in to open it.

Lt. Hubbard proceded to his office where he walked over to his computer, hit one button that activated the security system inbetween the two blast doors. The ladder that once provided assistance to reach the bottom now receded into the side of the wall and all that was left was a long hole. The hole actually went farther down then where the 2nd blast door was as the floor also receded into the wall and another 20 feet of the hole appeared with an arrangement of spikes. IR Cameras turned on and a computer controlled M240 appeared pointing upwards at the top of what used to be the entrance to the hole.

Lt. Hubbard stepped out of his office and raised his hand for silence. "Men, if you ever have doubts in your life, just remember... 'I am a soldier of the Dominion. A vow of protection, of silence, and of loyalty I have made. One nation under all, I shall gaurd upon my soul, until God takes me from this earth. And if so be it, I shall walk into hell with a handgun in my right hand and a grenade in my left. This is why I serve and have pledged this life to its duty."

The first transport jet reached the dropping range, and one by one its paratroopers jumped and activated their parachutes. Some slight crosswinds hampered operations, but within 10 minutes the four transports had dropped all of their men, and in another 10 minutes, the 200 men of the 32nd paratrooper division had reached their rally point. It was here they stopped to await further orders.

To: DMG General Granger
From George O'Conner, Axinon fleet admiral.

The paratroopers have landed, and are within a short march to Darkspace. Our transports, on their way back to base reported seeing DMG units in the area of the base too. What should the 32nd do now?

To: Axinon Fleet Admiral George O'Conner
From: General Granger

The sattelite and guard unit of the Darkspace compound have locked themselves undergroun in a fortified bunker. Spec Op teams from foreign nations on crawling all over the place and the security of the compound has been compromised. We would like for your forces to begin hunting down the enemy and prevent them from reaching the sattelite.

P.S. we are deploying three special ops teams of our own.

To: DMG General Granger
From: George O'Conner, Axinon fleet admiral.

Ok, our units are not in camouflage as they could not make the jump in ghile suits. They will have their signal transmitters on the same frequency you gave to our transports, to try and avoid any friendly fire. It may be a good idea if your teams did too. My men are moving out now.

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At the rally point

"Ok men. This is it. Our objective is to take out the unknown enemy spec ops forces operating around and attacking Darkspace. There are at least 2 different nations operating, and may be more. Friendlies are 3 DMG spec ops forces. Our enemies are well concealed, and are near invisible to visual or IR scopes. Use "Bateye" mode on your combat visors, and set it to show if a transmitter is transmitting on the secret frequency at that point. If it is not transmitting, shoot first and ask questions later if it looks like a human. DMG forces are transmitting, and there are no civilians in the area. We will operate in 10 groups of 20. Let’s go."

The 10 groups of Axinon troops grabbed their XM8's and slunk off into the remains of the forest.

The team had spotted both the retreat of the defenders, as well as the para-dropping, they had decided to greet the new players in a rather unpleasent manner.

without full camoflauge, the para drop had been almost painfully obvious. as they dropped, another sniper team was dispatched to monitor their movement from a safe distance and if necesary warn the main force of their approach and engage in a delaying action.
OOC: how does 'bateye' work? if it works how I think then my camoflauge might be a terrible, terrible joke, but I need to know how it works to know how my camo would work against it.

OOC:

OOC: how does 'bateye' work? if it works how I think then my camoflauge might be a terrible, terrible joke, but I need to know how it works to know how my camo would work against it..
The same way a bat "sees", it sends out very high pitched sound waves (inaudible to the human or even canine ear and almost impossible to detect unless it is being checked for. By terrible joke do you mean the camoflauge may be a joke or the sensor?


IC: Painfully aware of the fact that everyone and their sister knew they had arrived, the 1st team slunk off toward the wall of Darkspace, attempting to catch any soldiers that may have been involved in the wall breaching. The other groups fanned out, and prepared for combat...

OOC: arrgh, just as I suspected, because of the extensive use of piezoelectric threads in the camoflauge, looking at or near a man wearing my camoflauge will reveal a large fuzzy spot, approximately man sized and shaped, in the bat-eye vision. so, while not exactly useless, once your soldiers figure out why the places with my soldiers hiding in them look really fuzzy in bat eye, then my camoflaugd soldiers will be less well hidden, and more painfully obvious. You have my congratulations on creating an innovative and unique system that I never expected when creating my camoflauge. Now I'll have to try again to create unbeatable camoflauge. Luckily my troops have the distance advantage, unless you have some long range system that works on the same principle.

IC: The snipers got in position, shadowing the paratroopers as best as possible while maintaining a safe distance and keeping the Colonel informed of their equipment and movement. keeping pace with the fast moving paratroopers and remaining hidden was hard work, but necesary, if the enemies changed course, they might run into the main Mondothian force, and that must be avoided at all costs.

Team two was creeping though the underbrush. Lacking any "real" camouflage, the group was maximizing natural terrain cover, but that did not help much.

"Sir" a soldier whispered to the group leader, "Look over there"

"What?" replied the leader

"Look at that thing. Doesn't it look strange to you?"

"Looks like a fuzzy blob. So what?"

"Look, it moved"

"Ah..."

"Should we check it out?"

"Yeah... Keep your guns ready. It's probably nothing... but we can't be too sure... Group 2 follow me..."

The team had managed to swiftly, but stealthly snuck into the vacated base, using the blasted walls to facilitate thier entrance.

*In the bunker*

"Sir! They have arrived," said a private as he pointed to the video screen.

"So they have. Well let them come. We will see who has the last laugh. Private, get captain of the Quickbreaker on the line," issued Lt. Hubbard as a small grin appeared on his face.

A few seconds later the private spoke up, "Sir. Captain of the Quickbreaker on line three."

Lt. Hubbard leaned back in his chair, lifting its two feet of the ground and placing his own two feet on his desk. "Captain. Scramble a squadron of Angels. Have them bomb the surface of the compound. Mind you no bunkerbusters or penetrating missiles of any king... Just raize this compound to the ground."

The team began firing at the Axinon para-troopers, doing it in a manner almost certain to get the paras to charge thier position, because of the fact that they outnumbered thier attackers by a considerable margin.

All was quiet as group one approched the breach in the compound. Then suddenly shots were heard.

"Man down man down!!!" yelled a shocked paratrooper

A trio of 1st group soldiers suddenly fell over, lifeless.

"Those shots came from the compound!!!" yelled another soldier

Before anything could be done or said, 16 of the remaining group 1 solders, none of whom had seen combat before, charged the breach and started firing blindly at the positions that the fire was perceived to have come from.

Group one's leader radioed back to Commander Sam Sampson, who was leading the nearby 7th group and in command of the overall operation. "Sam, our group has come under attack while investigating the breach in the wall. My men have charged into the breach, despite no order being given. What should I do?"

"Kick the s*** out of the attackers." responded Sampson


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Meanwhile aboard the "Big Willie"...

A private walked hurriedly into the office of Admiral O'Conner

"Sir, DMG has just informed us that they plan to bomb the compound to the ground to wipe out any attackers in the compound."

"Ok, what weapons are they using?"

"Nothing too big, they need to make sure that they don't destroy the bunker where their troops are along with it."

"Ok, radio an order for our men to get 100 m away from the outer compound wall. How long is it until the F-90s are on site?"

"Approx 5-20 minutes."

"That's real specific.... Send a message to Sampson."

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Meanwhile, team 2 was slowly creeping up on the "blob", guns at the ready but still a ways away...

Seeing the paras taking the bait, the team fell back across following the walls of the compound as the paras charged, heading toward the opposite side exit.
They'd stretched the tripwires for a few(4) FTTEMs across the major zones the paras would have to charge to get to them.

ooc: FTTEM(Front Toward The Enemy Mines) are claymore mines

"Shit, look their comign right at us." whispered Seargent Shwarz, the man incharge of the two man sniper pair. immediately initiating a covert inspection of the area and the camoflauge to see if any mistakes were made, seeing nothing boh men breathed sighs of relief, the soldiers must be coming their way for some as yet un known reason, they couldn't possibly have seen past the camoflauge. to be safe though, both snipers began slowly edging backwards and away fromt eh approaching soldiers, using all of their training to move only with the wind and other natural movement and only in ways that would not alert suspiscion. Thye had no way of knowing the fundamental flaw in their training and uniform that would ultimately doom their attempts at remaining unseen. However, they weren't stupid, stupid people didn't pass sniper training, they kept their weapons steady. Eschewing the powerful SG-114's as soon as they noted that a more intimate type of battle might occur, they covertly switched to G-11AR's complete with silencers and subsonic ammunition, The compact assault carbines were very effective anti personell wepons at the sort of ranges where the snipers camoflauge would become visible as such to an approaching enemy and the snipers were trained well in its use as a defensive weapon.

"Look sir, the blobs moved again"
"Ok men, spread out. We are now about 500 m from the targets. Fan out slightly, but not too much. When we get to 350 m, aim and open fire. Ok, lets move"

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John Wakefield, a 21 year old soldier from Extrilla City was the first into the compound. Firing his M8 wildly at a few humanoid shapes on his "Bateye" visor, he did not see the thin wire that he stumbled over. Of course, it is highly unlikely that he would have seen it even if he hadn't been distracted. Either way, the explosion that followed and the shrapnel it produced made quick work of him and the seven soldiers nearest to him.

"DON’T MOVE. THIS PASSAGEWAY IS RIGGED!!!" yelled Sampson, who had managed to catch up with his men. Of course they did not need to be told this, the shock of seeing eight comrades die of burns and shrapnel was enough to do that.

"Ok, we don't have any bomb experts here. We don't have the time for that anyway. We will block this exit while other squads will block off others."

As the group ran out of that deadly hall, they could hear the deafening sound of jet engines roaring overhead...

By the time the FTTEM blew, the eight-man team had crossed the compound, relitively unscathed. They then returned to the wilderness, to prepare for the expected 'flanking' attack.

Meanwhile, the one that had been clipped in the shoulder with a round was getting it treated with Rapid-Heal, and Plasti-Skin.

Team two crept forward, slowly gaining ground on the "blobs", until they hit 350 m. With a silent hand motion from the team leader, the 20 men halted.

"Sir, there are two blobs. Awaiting orders." whispered one soldier to the group leader

"Ok you ten fire at one and you nine and I will fire at the other. Let's make this crisp guys. Time to show that all those long hours on the target range paid off..."

In unison, the 20 men pointed their rifles at the "blobs" and fired...

The Nistolonian team watched the explosions blossom around the compound in balls of fire from the relitive safety of the sorrounding woods. The paratroopers scurried around on the groud, firing at enemies they probably couldnt see. The Nistolonians extended their N-32s and took aim at the paratroopers. The two heavy weapons members loaded HE rounds into their R-10s and fired, followed by the rest of the squad.

"Contact those Angels and have them cancel their bombing run - it appears that the compound is again empty, well except for those Axinonians who got shredded. Have them circle the area at seventy thousand."

"Yes, Sir"

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"Confirmed. Angel Pack this is Angel 1, we are to proceed to seventy thousand and maintain alert status."

That scrubs it, they've spotted us" Said the Seargent into his radio, telling his partner was not necesary, he could plainly see it for himself, but the data that the camoflauge had some fatal flaw needed to get out immediately.
that completed, he waited until the enemy troops came to a halt, signalling stealthily to his partner, both snipers opened fire with three round bursts from their G-11s, the unique action pushing the rate of fire up to passed 2,000 rounds per minute, fast enough that the first round hasns't even left the barrel when the third round is fired, so the first two rounds are pushed to extraordinary muzzle velocities from the increased pressure, and a recoil delaying system means that recoil doesn't hit until after the third round has left the barrel. All in all a very effective system for short or medium range combat.
The snipers began firing well aimed and carefully chosen bursts into their adversaries, slowly emptying the fifty round clips.

The team, now re-assembled could talk, in minimal wispers.
"It seems that the DMGies wanted bomb us, got someone else thought."
"Seems our 'ambush' was more effective than intended."
"Wonder if they were 'good' or 'bad' guys."

"S***" 2 leader yelled.

The "blobs" were returning fire, no doubt about that.

"Sampson, this is 2 leader. We have engaged th......."

With that, he dropped dead, hit in the face by one of the bullets hailing down on them.

Another trooper picked up the radio and yelled "get reinforcements over here now damnit."

Despite the fact that already 4 of them were dead, including the leader, they returned fire, calmly aiming and firing at their adversary.

That is, until they realized that there was yet another group firing on them from a completely different direction.

"Sampson, get some men over here now. We are taking fire from 2 groups. Need support. Over."

"Ok. Sending groups 3 and 4 for support. They are in your area. Over"

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Sampson was troubled. Groups 1 and 2 had already taken heavy losses, while the enemies had lost possibly 1 or 2 men, if any at all.

"Admiral O'Conner, can you patch me through to the DMG general? I would like to request air support" he said into his radio.

"Ok," came the reply

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To:General Granger of DMG
From:Axinon Fleet Admiral George O'Conner

The Axinon force operating in the area has taken heavy losses. We would like to request close air support for the troops, either in the form of helicopters or attack/bomber craft. If you cannot or do not want to provide this, we would request that you allow us to send in close air support in the form of 8 F/A-1 Wasps armed with air to surface missiles and bombs (no wide range, incinatory or bunker-busting weapons). We await your reply and hope it comes soon so we can plan accordingly.

From: General Granger
To: Axinon Fleet Admiral George O'Conner

We are unable to lend close air support but your Wasps have been cleared and can proceed into DMG Aerospace. One of our Special Ops teams as been acting in according to your movements and is in close proximity to the enemy you are firing upon...

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With a quick movement of his hands, a signal was sent to the other members of the spec ops' team. The ten men had flanked behind the enemy and no approached them with guns drawn and at the ready. They watch as fire was being returned by the two soldiers. The team was now fanned out in a semi circle and were 10 yards away from the enemy snipers...

With a quick movement of his hands, a signal was sent to the other members of the spec ops' team. The ten men had flanked behind the enemy and no approached them with guns drawn and at the ready. They watch as fire was being returned by the two soldiers. The team was now fanned out in a semi circle and were 10 yards away from the enemy snipers...
ooc: Me enemy, or Nist

ooc: Me enemy, or Nist

ooc: nist

On the AxS Liberty the crew of the carrier was finishing preparations for their first "real" aircraft launch ever. Eight F/A-1 Wasps had been prepared for launch, and Saber-1 was on the catapult. In a rage of smoke and noise, the plane was off. One by one, the other fighters in Saber and Gamma wings were off and safely on their way to Darkspace.

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Less than a mile away, aboard the "Big Willie", Admiral O'Conner was again on the radio with Sam Sampson.

"Yes, DMG is sending a spec ops unit to support 2-group. Combined with 3-group and 4-group, we should be able to capture those SOB's alive."

"Ok, I'm relaying that to the group leaders."

"Good. I'm expecting good news soon."

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After firing their second rounds at the first enemy group, the remains of group 2 jumped into a natural ditch nearby, hoping that this cover would buy them enough time for reinforcements to arrive...

<crack>
He'aether barely heard the noise, even with his genecticly modified hearing, but he still knew what it was.
"Ilistroiin!" He yelled, spinning around. He flipped his shot selector to auto and sprayed the area behind him with fire. To his eyes, and with the help of his helmet, the other soldiers appeared clearly in front of him, outlined in their red heat signatures. The rest of his team turned as well, and a heavy weapons member got a HE shell off before the scene devolved in a raging firefight.

OOC: There are 15 Nistolonians, two with heavy weapons.

ooc: oh, my bad... either way though, all 10 of men have their weapons pointing directly at your soldiers waiting for any movement. The second they turn around to fire, my men will have already shot 5+ rounds each...

OOC: When you think about it, the squads would have someone on rearguard, who would have heard you before, especialy since your team just showed up with out actually going through the process of getting there.

OOC: When you think about it, the squads would have someone on rearguard, who would have heard you before, especialy since your team just showed up with out actually going through the process of getting there.

ooc: My squad was working in conjunction with Axinon's men. Axinon's men called for reinforcements so we moved in...

You said that there were all 15 soldiers there so no rearguard?

OOC: 15 soldiers in all. About 2 of them would be rearguarding.
What I mean is, how did you move in? There's no mention of them sneaking up, or even landing/getting out of an APC.

OOC: 15 soldiers in all. About 2 of them would be rearguarding.
What I mean is, how did you move in? There's no mention of them sneaking up, or even landing/getting out of an APC.

ooc: enough ooc comments without any accompanying IC comments. you should probably state more about your group then if you want everyone to know that you have 13 soldiers rearguarding. I actually did say that they had been deployed and were now out in the field... Anyway I will move them back to flanking position and RP them moving in...

(btw: you never RPed getting shot back at by Axinon... you just said your men began firing when Axinon had approached - after they had already commenced firing. He did have 20 men shooting at your two...)

IC:
A hand signal from the squad leader told the spec ops team to spread out and move in. They were about 400 yards away from the target enemies. A beep in their earpiece told them they were moving to radio silence.

Another hand signal came: Shoot first and shoot to kill - then they spread out and began proceeding. They were staying low and silent making sure not to make a noise. Guns at the ready, they were were poised to fire at any sign of movement or the enemy.

OOC: I was firing at Mondoth's two men. Nistolonia men flanked mine.

IC: Dan Johnson, a member of 2-group (the group pinned down in the trench) was on the verge of panic. His comrades and him were stuck in a ditch and there was no way out that he could see. He looked to his commanding officer, who looked surprisingly calm.

"Johnson, how far from us are those soldiers over there, do you think?"

"Oh, um, about 500 meters, sir"

"Ok, thanks."

The leader than turned to his radio and said "Saber-1, this is 2-leader. Our foes are about 400 meters northwest of our current position. You should be able to see them, or at least the flashes from their rifles."

"Understood 2-Leader"

Than Johnson heard a very comforting sound. Airplanes overhead. And not F-90 Guardian Angels. These were most definitely Axinonian Wasps, lined up to give the kill shot from above to their attackers. He gave a little smile and returned to firing his M8 at the enemy position.

OOC: Ok, sorry for the problem. Are your SpecFor just specially trained troops? maybe with better guns/armour?
IC:
He'aether and Enlio'on were crouched behind the sniper positions, wathcing for signs of movement. Behind them, the snipers and heavy weapons were firing reletivly unopposed at the Aninon troops.
He'aether's infrared/motion vision made the forest look grey, and the swaying branchs were marked with little target ID markers monitering movement. In the distance, faint traces of movement that were probably more branches moved as well. He looked away to his left, then back again. His helmet alert beeped, and the blips in the background were marked yellow instead of green. He saw why immediatly. Unlike the branches, which remained within .5 meters of their current position, these blips were advancing. "Squad." he whispered into his throat mike. "Contacts"

OOC: Okay here it is... a big goof on my part. when Theao asked me if I was flanking him or Nist, I thought Nist was the two men... I was actually flanking Mondoth...

OOC: That's ok, we can just say that the squad behind Nistolonia's men is my 3-group or 4-group

The team could hear, and see a rather nasty breakfast being engaged in the woods away from them and they smiled, gestured obscenly, or quietly mocked the combatants, fighting each other over the chaos they'd cause.

The annoying buzz jets were a bit of a problem thought as they interfered with the plans.

A hand signal came from the squad leader. They were now about 40 yards behind the enemy (Mondoth's men). The ten man squad had their guns at the ready and were slowly approaching the two men.

3-Group had crept to within 300 meters of the unknown [Nistolonia] forces, when a they all received a radio message from above

"3-group, this is Saber-1. Do not advance on the enemy positions anymore. We are preparing to blast them from above."

With that, Saber-1 armed its AtS missiles, which were programmed to fly to and explode at a set location, using signals sent from the plane.

Saber-1 made one final check to make sure the coordinates were entered correctly and accurate, and then fired 2 missiles. His wingmate did the same...

OOC: How may men in 3-group?
<BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP> The radio pickup unit intercepted the missile lock just before it fired.
"Incoming!!"
The squad scattered quickly, but for 3 of them, not quickly enough. They were blown apart by the explosion.

The remaining ones turned towards the enemy contacts (Axinon) and fired, using the more accurate single shot. The one remaining heavy weapons trooper aimed and fired as well. One of the group kept watch on the rear.

The special ops team was now ten yards from the enemy. They had fanned out and were now surrounding the two soldiers in a semi-circle. They had been creeping steadily closer when four explosions were heard in the distance. Thinking that the enemy might be startled by the explosion and turn around, the ten spec ops would either have to hide or engage.... They chose engaging. A quick signal from the team leader allowed the other members to open fire. The team aimed their weapons and let loose hell....

OOC: All my groups have 20 people (200 men divided by 10 groups) except 1-group and 2-group, which have both taken casulties.

Seeing that their air strike had failed to take out all of the enemy soldiers, the Axinonians started firing into the enemy ranks. Fortunately, most of the first enemy volley did not score hits. 1 man had his head blasted off by the heavy gun, and another was injured by it. Three others had sustained non-fatal bullet wounds. They too were firing in single shot mode, as they could now clearly see their foes through their "bateyes" and had no need for wasteful saturation fire.

Meanwhile, 4-group was also closing on the situation, although they were not yet close enough to do anything.

The railgunner continued to fire as one of the team dropped, a bullet lodged in is arm.
Leoniad, sergeant of second squad, reloaded and switched his weapon to auto. Leveling his gun, and ignoring another dropping Nistolonian, he sprayed the Axinon group with fire, starting on one end and moving to the other. About 3 other squad members copied him, while the rest continued to fire singlely, picking out the bright red targets on their HUDs.

OOC: How well does bateye work in a forest? Wont you only get still shapes?

OOC: It works fairly well in a temprate or Siberian/Canadian type forest (with little brush and many trees. I'm guessing that is the forest type near darkspace b/c he said in the OOC thread that his nation was "Cold". The "bateye" would be able to pick up humanoid shapes among the trees, and also could easly pick up the R-10's shape.

IC: As expected, fire returned fire and what started as a light firefight had raged into an all out inferno. 3-leader calmly observed that the Nistolonians were using full auto, and decided to follow suit. He said to the men on either side of him, "switch to full auto"

Those were his final words. He caught a bullet straight through his aorta and died of internal bleeding within minutes. But the two he talked two did indeed switch over to full auto, and began spraying the area with fire. The other men, unaware of their former leader's last command, kept on firing at the enemy soldiers in front of them using one aimed shot at a time.

A man named Danny Shoe took over command of 3-group, which now numbered 15 men.

The two Snipers gave a good fight but really stood no chance against superior numbers. PFC Ali was the first of the two to get hit, a solid full on hit to his shoulder. gasping from the pain he flipped over to access his medkit, as soon as he did so he saw the approaching DMG soldiers.

forgetting his wound, and pumped full of adrenaline he raised his weapon to his injured shoulder and began spraying the approaching troops with bullets while the shock caused blood to spurt horrifically from the exit wound.

In the Mondothian Special forces combat uniform, there is a small suite of sensors to measure the soldiers vitals, this not only helps medics to quickly diagnose soldiers and allow commanders to assess their troops' readiness at a glance, it allows a downed soldier loaded with technology that any reasonable nation would give their livers for into a temptng booby trap, every special ops soldier earing an advanced uniform also wore a half pound of C-12 plastic explosive and multiple pounds of ceramic plate that made effective, light weight body armor, but was structured so that an explosion from inside the armor would cause maximum fragmentation. In death, Spec ops soldiers became the ultimate anti personell mine.

When PFC Ali died, his suit instantly registered it and began fusing wires and torching circuit boards, turning any piece of classified technolog on him into nothing more than slag. Meanwhile, a gyroscope was automatically spun up to provide a 'zero' for his current position and attitude, anyone disturbing the body without first deactivating the bomb via an encoded remote transmission would get a nasty surprise.

Seargent Shwarz was made of sterner stuff and when he went down he did it with thirteen bullet wounds oozing a mix that was more adrenaline than it was blood, his triggr finger, even in death tight on the trigger, but because the weapon was strictly three round burst, expending no more ammunition.

Finally after a fierce yet quick firefight, the two enemy soldiers were fallen. Their bodies were riddled with bullets and blood was spurting out. Their bodies were now slunk over in a pool of blood.

"CEASE FIRE! CEASE FIRE!" screamed the team leader as the enemy soldiers were now cleary dead.

"Status report," came the call of the second-in-command.

"Clear!"
"Clear!"
"Clear here!"
"Clear!"
"Clear!"
"Clear..."
"Clear over here."
"Cle- Whats that odd sensation," came the call of the final member of the team, "Is this blood...?"

"Sir, Sparx has been shot."

"Sparx! Listen to me. Just lie down and take it easy - you are going to be all right. Johnson! Attend to Sparx and call for a chopper evac. We are moving out."

"Sir, what should we do with their bodies," said a private, pointing at the two dead enemies.

"Just leave them. We don't have time... Alright, form up! Move out!"

The team now consisted of 8 members as Johnson was staying with Sparx. They moved out from the area to rendezvous with the Axinon soldiers.

As the battle appeared to be clearing up, the team decided to move in somewhat closer to the compound, but still remaining in the shelter of the underbrush. They were waiting to see if the people would dig the target out of thier own accord.

The eight members of the 1st special ops team had met up with the remaining Axinon's soldiers that were under fire...

"How many men do you have left?" came the squad leader's voice over the sound of bullet fire. "What do you need us to do?"

"Grenades" whispered Sergeant Leoniad. On command, about 5 members of the squad(s) fired their grenades from their underslung grenade launchers. Another Nistolonian went down, a spray of bullets shredding his armour and chest. The rest continued to fire, single shot or long auto bursts.

OOC: What about the HE shells (Railgun, missile, whatever the TL) that i'm shooting?

OOC: Those are accounting for casulties, I didn't go into detail of how each person died, but trust me, people are falling from this. 5 dead, and 1 wounded total. 2 dead and 1 wounded (remember the guy who lost his head?) were from the railgun. I was not aware of any missles...

IC: The grenades took their toll. The force that had numbered in the mid teens was decimated by the shrapnel. Between the gun fire, the railgun and the shrapnel, 4 more died, while another 2 were wounded beyond the point of being able to fight.

It was not looking good at all. The paratroopers were outgunned. They could not match the firepower that the enemy brought to bear.

Then, when Shoe was about to order a retreat, he heard a voice from the trees behind him. It was hard to hear over the fire, but he was able to make out "How many men do you have left?" "What do you need us to do?".

A quick check of his bateye identified these soldiers as originating from DMG. He replied "We have 11 men left, but 2 are too hurt to fight. 4-group is almost here, and they have another 20 men. We mainly need reinforcements now. We can have 4-group and 2-group converge on the enemy, and trap them on 3 sides..."

Spirits uplifted, Shoe and his men continued to fight on.

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"Sabers 4 and 3 this is Saber 1. Our first run failed to eliminate all the enemies. You two go around and take another shot. Fire "unlocked" missiles to point L7433."

"Roger Saber 1, launching missiles now"
"Roger Saber 1, missiles away"

"Roger that" came the call of the squad leader. He signaled to his mean and they dissappeared into the trees a safe distance away from the enemy. "Okay men here's the deal. Those Axinon soldiers are going to be overrun by the enemy soon if we don't help them out. They have already called for reinforcements as well as another missile strike, but we are going to back them up. The enemy is well entrenched and there are probably more of them guarding the backside. They are well equipped and most likely elite special forces - but so are we and this is our turf. Do you hear me men? They are in our backyard now and we are going to show them what the Dominion stands FOR!"

"HUZZAH!" came a muffled cheer from the other 7 team members. Again the captain signaled and the team moved out and began a flanking manuevre on the enemy. They had approached 300 yards away from the enemy's left flank when the leader had ordered for radio silence and a dispersal tactic to be employed. The men spread out and would attack the enemy along a large front when they reached them...

bump?

The eight man team had faded back into the underbrush to wait until the conditions were right. Since the various groups were killing each other, it shouldn't take overly long.

Dominion News Bulletin

---------Special Report------ ------Special Report------ ------Special Report------ ------Special Report------ ------Special Report------ ------Special Report---------


"We interrupt this broadcast for a breaking news event. In accordance with recent activities that have put the Dominion on high alert, the government has released a report confirming the infiltration of our nation by hostile enemy forces. For more we go to Senior Political Correspondent Trisha Corothalough: Trisha."

"Thank you Dan. Just minutes ago the government released a report confirming the crash landing of a foreign satellite on Dominion soil. While the nature of the satellite has not been revealed it is speculated that is of military grade. The Dominion Military recovered the satellite shortly after its landing and moved into an undisclosed location for further inspection and research.

It has now been revealed that multiple enemy covert forces are operating inside the Dominion's borders without government approval - it seems that foreign organizations or nations would like to get their hands on the satellite for unknown reasons. The government, however, has agreed to return the satellite back to its origin in Axinon as soon as its security can be confirmed.

Reports also revealed that earlier today a lone fishing boat was discovered of the Dominion coast. The navy dispatched a cutter to rendezvous with the boat - and it found the occupants of the boat to be of foreign nationality. In accordance with Martial Law being decreed, the navy brought the boat to shore and escorted the crew to a military base for further investigation. A search of the boat resulted in an explosion and the death of three military technicians. Immediately following the event the ship's crew was placed under military arrest for conspiracy against the state and treason. After much intense interrogation of the crew, it was found out that they were spies from Mondoth.

Approximately five hours ago ago the crew of the "fishing boat" was tried on multiple accounts of conspiracy against the state and conspiracy to commit treason. The entire crew was found guilty as charged and just fifteen minutes they were sentenced to death. At 3:17 the entire crew was executed by firing squad.

Back to you Dan."

"Thank you for that report Trisha. We will keep all of you updated as we learn more - now back to regular programming."

While the motion sensors picked the missile up, it was much later then before, and 4 Nistolonians went downto the missile blast.
OOC: 6 Nistolonians left

IC: "Pull out"
The command was whispered up and down the line. Quickly and silently, the Nistolonians dissapeared into the woods, ceasing fire.

"2-leader, this is Saber 1. Your foe seems to be retreating for now"

"Group leaders, this is Saber 1. The 8 aircraft in the reagon will have to temporarally withdraw to re-fuel. We will be back soon."

"This is Angel 1 to Saber 1. Come in Saber 1. Over."

"I copy."

"We will cover the skies while you re-fill. Tell your boys if they need an airstrike, just dial God and we will be on the way. Over."

"Sampson, this is 3-leader. Our current foe seems to be retreating. Some of our men are examining the bodies. Not a lot left. Most were killed by missile strikes. There are one or two bodies in good shape. We are going to try and ID where these guys came from. The rest of our group, as well as 4-group and a DMG group are in pursuit."

"Ok. Find and destroy the remains of the enemy group. Good luck."

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Meanwhile, aboard the "Big Willie"

"Admiral O'Conner, this is William McConnel. I want you to return to the Citadel with the prototype to join up with the first battlefleet. The preparations are ready, and we may need the battlefleet before this is all over."

"Yes sir"

A couple of hand signals later, the team had been told the enemy was in retreat. They turned northward to stay along the remaining 6 soldiers' flank and prepare to take them out. Meanwhile they had radioed to Angel Pack 1 for aerial coverage of their immediate area...

The renaments of 2, 3 and 4 groups, smelling blood, moved to surround and capture the remaining enemies...

The eight man team watched the forces preform clean up.

The Nistolonian group was doubling back, narrowly avoiding a group of over-enthusiastic Axinon troops. One of the Nistolonians was whispering into his comm.
"....Command, this is one. Repeat, we need more reinforcments or an evac."
He paused as they passed another patrol.
"Forces in the area? I'd estimate at about 12 fighters, maybe 100 troops. About 100 more troops in locked down bunkers. I'm not asking for a military attack, just more Black Dragons and some air cover."

30 minutes later, the aircraft carrier FireCobra and its accompanying fleet were sailing under cover of darkness towards DMG waters. Onboard were additional black dragons for the mission, but there were also two N'vesa's (Brigades) of the Nistolonian army. Command wasnt taking chances this time.

The eight man spec ops team was now only 50 meters away from the Nistolonian soldiers. They continued to shadow them on the flank, waiting for one wrong move, so that they could engage and wipe them out.

The leader sent a message to CentCom, "Enemy in retreat. Prepare for possible hostile evac. Package still secure."


Meanwhile the other two spec ops teams that had been deployed into the are had taken a long route around Darkspace and had come up on the other side. They had split into five 4-man teams and were observing the area for hostile incursions.


*On board the DDN Zeus Command Ship*

A voice could be heard over the loudspeaker, "Be advised. Enemy forces inbound. Prepare for battle."

On the bridge, "Alert the rest of the fleet. Have all 3000 ships on full alert and prepare them for repelling maneuvers. Send a message to any incoming ships, tell them:

"You are entering into Dominion Maritime Waters. Pullback or we will fire. If you continue on your route towards the island, we will not hesitate to destroy you. Any invasion fleet will be met by the full power of the Dominion Forces and then... your own soil will feel our wrath."


ooc: Read this post (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=9737410&postcount=76). These are the approximate forces in the area.

Saber-1 was bored out of his mind. His squadron had been forced to disengage from the Darkspace area due to fuel problems, and as the refueling plane had not been deployed, the 8 aircraft were forced to return to the fleet. As he scanned his sensors, he spotted a small fleet of ships on his AtS radar screen.

"Big Willie, this is Saber-1."
.........
"Big Willie, do you copy?"
.........
"AxS Liberty, do you copy? This is Saber 1"

"Saber-1 this is AxS Liberty, what’s going on up there?"

"I've spotted a small fleet of ships near sector 5334. Are those DMG or Axinonian ships?"

"..........Negative, those ships are not ours and do not match the description of any ships in DMG's fleet."

"May I assume that they are enemies? Our planes still have missiles remaining, should we fire?"

"Negative, you'd be roasted by their AA defenses. Return to the fleet. We will investigate"

"Affirmative."

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Within moments of the aircraft's return, the Axinonian fleet had mobilized. While not a true battlefleet, Taskforce Guardian could bring a large amount of firepower to bear. It was, at least, much closer to the enemy fleet than the DMG navy was. On the Carriers, flight teams were preparing Wasps and Blackhunters for combat ops. Onboard the Battleships and Battlecruisers, massive naval guns were preparing for action. The force was ready for its first major combat operation ever.

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The loss of the sniper team put a serious kink in the plan, without that valuable intelligence source Al Hasan could not effectivley evaluate the postion and situation of the Axinon forces, and with the base no longer a major part of the battle ground, Al Hasan has no choice but to withdraw the sniper teams and begin repositioning his forces, even while the snipers were withdrawing the vehicles powered up and began moving towards the base, weapons ready for anything.
OOC: Vehicle camo and regular soldier camo shouldn't have the same problem as the sniper camo because they don't use much Piezo threads


Statement From the Mondothian Government:
This Administeration has no knowledge of any AGents of the Mondothian government operating in the DMG area and outright denies the implications that Mondothian forces have been engaged in hostile actions against DMG. If you did indeed find spies in your sovereign territory, they were not ours.

ooc: the problem is, Mondoth, if they are moving towards Darkspace... I have a force surrounding its (check much earlier threads) I moved in a battallion to secure a perimter and make sure nobody left the area

Announcment from the Dominion Government
There is no use denying it. We know they are your spies and they have been executed for conspiracy and the murder of three Dominion engineers. Further denial of knowledge your spies' existance in the Dominion is futile, we know for a fact you did.

OOC: Battleships are outdated by about 70-100 years. Don't use them. There's a reason that the biggest combat ship is a cruiser, and it's called weapon effectivness and cost reduction.

"ATTENTION ALL PERSONEL. TASK FORCE REVENGE IS UNDER ATTACK. ALL CREW MEMBERS, MAN YOUR STATIONS. FIRE CONTROL, YOU ARE AUTHORISED TO INGAGE INCOMING CRAFT. ALL PILOTS TO PLANES, ALL PILOTS TO PLANES."

The loudspeakers called out over all the ships in the task force. Nistolonians ran everywhere, manning weapons and planes. Commander Lessan was on deck.
"Report!"
"We have an incoming Axinon fleet. Size equivalent to ours. DMG has issued a warning."
"How far away are the Axinon ships?"
"About 120 km, sir. Closing."
The commander paused.
"Get me a satelite image of the fleet, real time. Radar."
The officer complied. The screen showed the incoming fleet moving steadly closer. The commander picked up the radio.
"Send that to all ships" he told the officer, then: "All ships, use satelites for targeting, and fire as soon as the enemy gets into range."

OOC: AGS and long range missile weapons have a range of 90-200km.

OOC: Battleships are outdated by about 70-100 years. Don't use them. There's a reason that the biggest combat ship is a cruiser, and it's called weapon effectivness and cost reduction.
OOC: I have to disagree on that. If a battleship is protected by decent AA and missile defenses, it can still be a force to be reckoned with. A 16 or even 14 inch shot from a naval gun can penetrate the armor of nearly all cruisers/destroyers and the thick armor of a battleship can withstand a good number of missile hits (at least from the smaller stuff that is likely to get through the defenses). My naval force in the area does not have many battleships though. The backbone of its strength is its carriers and missile-ships, although it does have battleships, battlecruisers and gun cruisers for melee fighting (SEE in ADC: All of my ship types except "Ultimatum", "Millenium Wall", "Exorcest", "Flytrap", "Seastalker" and "Dynamic")

IC: "Well, it seems they know that we are attacking." an aide said to the commander of the AxS Liberty, the flagship of the fleet now that the "Big Willie" had detached.

"Order the crews to their planes. We are going to launch as many airplanes as we can get in the air. Use all of the Blackhunters, and a third of the Wasps for air superiority. Arm a third of the Wasps for surface attack, and give the others a mixed load. As for the ships, organize the Solomans into two flanker groups in case we get in range. Move the carriers to the center of the formation. Make sure that the O'Conners, the Coons and the Carriers have at least some AA escort. Prepare the subs to dive. Let’s do this people."

Meanwhile, up above the atmosphere, the little brother of the satellite that started this whole mess was pointing down on the battlefield like an overgrown, CIWS equipped metal can. One press of a button from Admiral O'Conner, and the satellite launched 2 high-yield conventional warhead loaded missiles toward the enemy flagship [OOC: The Red Cobra]. Receiving GPS targeting information from a network of Axinon spy satellites, the missiles silently flew towards their target, but they had a long way to go yet.

*****bump******

OOC: Ah... I'll see what I can do about that.

IC:
Statement by the Mondothian Government
Your accusations are meaningless, we have no Mondothian agents in that area, If you wish to press the subject in light of your current situation then we can have nothing but contempt for your poor intelligence services and lack of national sense of proportion, look to the foreign invaders that you have only recently discovered before you make baseless accusations about intelligence assets we allegedly had off your coast.


Monodthian Command
"Sir, we have detected a sattelite based launch over DMG sovereign waters. there appears to be a naval battle taking place, the two missile are targetted on the Nistlonian fleet.

"Deploy a satphage take that thing out, and deploy the thirty second to backup our forces in the area, if either of those fleetstakes up a support role for taking that sattelite then our men on the ground are doomed."

"Yes sir."

The missile was deployed from a Mondothian SSGN just off the Modnothian coast, it was accellerated to mach three by a relatively small rocket booster before the SCRAMJET ignited taking the missile to over mach six in the upper atmosphere and propelling it into space where it assumed a skipping trajectory, using its scramjet on the downswing to keep moving forward. as it neared the sattelite, its tertiary booster ignited sending it hurling towards the sattelite, as it neared to kill range, the missile exploded sending hundreds of tiny tungsten cubes hurling towards the sattelite, designed to trash it completely, the cubes were moving in excess of 7000 km/h like some hellish shotgun blast.

On the surface, the thirty second fleet got its sailing orders and began churning wake towards DMG. The fleet was the first of the FMCV bombardment fleets, equiped with several arsenal type ships armed with massive numbers of missiles and supported by gun armed ships as well as a few fleet carriers and fleet defense cruisers and destroyers.

Axinon Sattlite Command Base, The Citadel

"Sir, we've recieved a report from the Vengance Sattlite." an operator said to his commanding officer

"Yes?"

"Well, the missles it launched seem to be well on their way. They have reached such high velocities that they are all but impossible to stop now. However..."

"Yes?"

"It seems that it was attacked by an Anti-Sattlite missle launched from an area near Mondoth. Our sattlite's defenses are designed around a Harpoon missle like attack on it. They used a fragmenting missle..."

"And"

"Well, the CIWS was not programmed to engage missles at the range it detonated at. When the thing exploded, its shapnel closed rapidly on the sattlite. When it reached the CIWS attack range, a good number of projectiles were vaporized. However, most of the projectiles penetrated these outer defenses, and many sruck the sattlite itself. Damage assesment is underway, but so far it appears that the armor was able to shield the main computer and the missle silo from any major damage. However, the manuvering mecanism has been totaled, the plutonium reactor has been hevaley damaged and we are not yet sure whether we can operate the launcher in its current state. It is definately salvageable however. If we can get an unmanned repair operation up there, it could be operational in as little as 9 months."

"Well, thats bad news. Clearly the defense system of the sattlite is deficient. We are going to need to install new equipment. However, for the time being we cannot afford to loose this sattlite's capabilities. Tell me when you find out if the launcher is operational or not."

"Yes, Sir"

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Official Communication from the Axinonian Government to the Mondothian Government

Recently, one of your missle emplacements attacked, unprovoked, one of our millitary sattlites. As our two countries are not at a state of war, are not hostile to each other, and indeed have never interacted in any meaningful way, this greatly disturbs us. We request that your nation pays the full bill for repairs to the sattlite.

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Axinon Intelligence Command Center, The Citadel

Admiral O'Conner had just walked into the room. He was quickly pulled to the side by a sattlite photo analyst

"Admiral, I think you should see this. Look here. It appears that Mondoth has mobilized their navy."

O'Conner said nothing for a second, and then slowly walked over to an encrypted communication phone. He slowly diled the number of the Presidential Mansion encrypted hotline.

"Will," he bluntly mumbled into the phone, "We have a problem here."

"What?"

"Mondoth has mobilized a fleet, and it seems to be headed tword DMG."

"Damn, how many battlefleets do we have ready to go?"

"Battlefleets 1 through 3 are fully operational and on alert. Battlefleet 4 is en route from Sarzonia. The other battlefleets are not operational yet..."

"Very well. Get all operational battlefleets ready for action, and organize the crew of Battlefleet 4 so when it arrives it is ready to send off"

Official Message to the Mondoth Government

As we have said, there is no use denying your hand in the recent conflict. We have recently been informed by Axinon, that you preemptively fired a anti-sattelite missile at one of its orbiting sattelites - this makes us wonder why you would do such a thing if you were not involved in recent events.

Also, and more disturbingly, our intelligence tells us that you have mobilized a fleet and have begun heading towards the Dominion. Again we ask why you would be doing such a thing if you were not involved in recent events.

Nonetheless, it is of little concern if you deny it or not. However, if your fleet maintains its course towards the Dominion, you will feel the full brunt of our force.

OOC: It's not a large fleet and shouldn't be bigger than either of the two fleets already engaged near DMG unless they're fairly small (Smaller than say, a two carrier battle group), Mondothian fleets usually operate while out numbered.

IC:
Clipped from Mondoth National Newswire Service
MNNWS disatch
from: Sally Harkrider
To: All National News Services for immediate dispatch

A fishing boat just outside Mondothian National Waters recorded a submarine missile launch at approx. 0800 hours MCT(Mondoth City Time) film analysis shows a highvelocity sub orbital missile, probably anti sattelite in nature, definately Mondothian in Origin, trajectory is probable for DMG crises
(media file attached)
Further more, Government remains quiet on the developing DMG crises and refuses to comment on the mobilisation of the newly commissioned Thirty Second Fleet.
-Sally
(end of Message)

The Thirty Second Fleet
As the fleet churned towards its new area of operation, the fleets comander Admiral Omar al Saled recieved orders to conceal his movements as much as possible. SHortly afterwords the word went out.
The fleets Combat AIr patrols were curtailed to a much smaller track over the fleet to minimilise their chances if being detected before the fleet was in range and radars were shifted to Low Intensity/Low Probabilty of Intercept, lowering the range of detection and resolution but again amaking it less likely that a stray radar signal would beintercepted before the fleet was in range.
The final step was powering up the defense ships electronics warfare systems that would identify hostile radar sets and selectively jam them to make it appear that the fleet was either not there, or much smaller than it actually was. Additionaly, the ELectronics warfare systems included a suite of equipment very similiar to that found on the Black Boat, but instead it used very specific laser frequencies to blur the ships and make the fleet apear to be nothing more than wavelettes on the water caused by wind or schools of fish. The system made no attempt to disable the sattelites as that would give away the fleet position.
Under this virtual cloak of electronic invisibilty, the fleet cntinued its approach in silence.

OOC: Ok, I corrected my earlier post

IC: "Admiral, we have a problem."

"What is it private?"

"The enemy fleet has dropped off of our radar, and our spy satellites can not find it."

"Well keep looking. Inform the commander of the fleet to start sending out recon planes and get the 1st Battlefleet over to DMG now."

"Yes sir"

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To: The Government of DMG
From: Axinon Fleet Admiral George O'Conner

We will be sending our 1st Battlefleet over to support our ships already in the region, unless you strongly object. The battlefleet contains 271 ships. Included is a list of the ships and the contractor they were procured from (if not Axinon Defense Corp).

Respectfully,
George O'Conner

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In addition to that message, the transmission contained the following list:

Axinon First Battlefleet

1 x Ultimatum-Class Battlecarrier
7 x Dynamic-Class Battleship
13 x O'Conner-Class Battleship
20 x Coon-Class Battlecruiser
30 x Soloman-Class Cruiser
15 x Liberty-Class Carrier
120 x Falcon-Class Destroyer
20 x Millennium Wall-Class Anti-Missile Cruiser
15 x Exorcist-Class Railgun Cruiser
20 x Skipjack-Class nuclear powered attack submarine (Portland Iron Works)
10 x Stalwart-Class nuclear powered ballistic missile submarine (PIW)
Airwing
800 x F/A-1 Wasp
500 x F/A-2 Blackhunter

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To: The Government of Mondoth
From: Axinon Fleet Admiral George O'Conner

Unless you abort your current fleet action, which seems to be sending your fleet on an interception course with ours, we will be forced to bring our 1st Battlefleet into play and utterly destroy yours. We have pictures of your fleet, and our Battlefleet contains infinitely more firepower than yours could hope to bring to bear.

Also, I would like to take this chance to remind you that you still have yet to respond to our message on the satellite issue. I will repeat what my government said earlier, we demand that your nation pays in full the price of any repairs or replacement that may be needed on our satellite.

---George O'Conner

To: Axinon Fleet Admiral George O'Conner
From: The Supreme Allied Commander

We do not object to you bring in your fleet and if need be our fleets will help in the battle. Say the word and we can have nearly half of our fleets move into position for an attack.

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Notice to Enemy Combatants:

We are once again warning you that your current course of action will be leading you into Dominion Maritime Waters and into direct conflict with the Dominion's Fleet. We have triangulated the position of your fleet and are currently tracking it with multiple real-time sattelites. Air supremecy in the region has been secured by the combined power of the Dominion's Air Force and Navy with help from The Armed Republic of Guerreros (Our ally). You have three hours to stand down and turn your fleet back to Mondoth waters. This is your last warning. If you refuse to stand down, we will declare war.

"Sir, I believe they have us located."

"Allright, bring the fleet to a full stop, put the whole sky on blackout, if you can't bling it, jam it so they can't get an image out, tell Pegasus Actual they'll be going it alone for now."

"Roger sir, sending orders."

As the new orders went out, the fleet came to a halt just over the horizon from the contested waters, a few minutes later, the attempts at concealing the fleets location were no longer subtle, full use was made of lasers and jamming equipment, changing a fuzzy area into a black hole. Out of this black hole crept three watercraft, barely large enough to be classified ships they were shaped much like stealth fighters and made out of similiar materials, they were colored in such a way as to avoid detection by the naked eye and they ran on almost perfectly silent MHD thrusters and hydrogen power plants. They were Low Observable configured Mercury class Corvettes equipped to perform special operations in places they weren't wanted.
Under cover of the fleets protective electronic cloak, they slunk away, staying away from the conflicting fleets but still making their way towards the DMG coast.

Message to Axinon:
We apologize for the destruction of your sattelite, however, other than a defficiency of maritime defenses we had no part in the destruction of said sattelite, it seems that some unknown nation or organization has taken it upon themselves to implicate us most severely in the DMG situation and we assure you that no expense is being spared in pursuit of the agencies responsible for the penetration of a foreign missile submarine so close to our coast and the placing of agent provacateurs in the waters of DMG.

OOC: that message is total bunk of course, but whether your nation believes it or not is up to you.

OOC: that message is total bunk of course, but whether your nation believes it or not is up to you.
ooc: Not really, my people framed your spec-force team, or was that Nist's.

OOC: I believe you framed Nist's I'm refering to the 'Black Boat' incident, I'm not sure anybody really knows that I even have a spec ops team in the area, ICly as I haven't done much except a single short fire fight with Axinons forces.

OOC: I believe you framed Nist's I'm refering to the 'Black Boat' incident, I'm not sure anybody really knows that I even have a spec ops team in the area, ICly as I haven't done much except a single short fire fight with Axinons forces.

ooc: and I believe an incident in which my Spec Ops team killed two of your snipers in a CQB.

IC:
At CentCom. "Sir, the Mondoth fleet seems to have turned on all their jamming devices in preparation for an attack. They are continuing their course towards the Dominion's northeastern coast."

"War is coming..." said the commanding General. "They have been warned. Prepare the fleets for interception... Execute Operation codenamed Alpha, Alpha, Gamma, Alpha, Omega."

"Yes, sir," said the Captain as he saluted and left the General's office. He made his way down to control deck of Centcom to issue the orders. He picked up the speakerphone control, "This is Captain Nethaniel Cross speaking. I am sure you have all been briefed on our current situation so I will not go any further into the matter. As of now DarkSpace has been locked down and remains under our full control... however, recent developments in international waters requires our full attention. A quick response fleet from the nation of Mondoth is heading towards the Dominion under full wartime abilities. We have previously given multiple warnings for them to turn back - all of which they have ignored. We have no dispatched the following fleets to the North Sea, to engage the hostile fleet: The 1st Dominion Fleet, The 2nd Dominion Fleet, The 4th Dominion Fleet, The 5th Dominion Fleet, The 7th Dominion Fleet, The 10th Dominion Fleet, The 11th Dominion Fleet, The 12th Dominion Fleet, The 15th Dominion Fleet, The 2nd Submarine Carrier Group, and The 6th Submarine Carrier Group. The combined forces will number 1500 ships... we will not be threatened." Captain Nethaniel paused for a moment as the speakers echoed the sound of his voice. His statement would soon be sent out across the nation and relayed to every person in the Dominion.

"My fellow citizens, under the authority of Supreme Allied Commander Malcom Granger III, I hereby declare a state of War!"

OOC: Sorry about not posting. I've been busy with school.
And about the battleshps, regardless of what the techwankers say, its very hard to make a ship with armour thick enough to stop a tomahawk missile or an AGS shell. The big 14in guns are nice, but missile are more accurate and smaller. I'm not saying battleships are worthless, but its more cost effective to build 5 destroyers then one battleship, where you get the same firepower in 5 different ships. But anyway.
IC:

The Nistolonian defence satelittes picked up the two missiles that had just been launched and relayed the information back to Command. The computers there selected the best launch site for a anti-missile launch and fired. The long range missiles shot up, and three Sideinder interceptors were launched as backup.

Back at task force revenge, the AGSs and LRMs had come into range, and the air was filled with the sounds of weapon discharges as they locked on and fired, assisted by the hovering vipers near the Axinon fleet.


At Nistolonian command, the fleets and army were being readied, both that of Nistolonia and that of Sollion (OOC: Sollion is my brothers nation, but since he has left NS, i've taken control.).

(OOC: Sollion is my brothers nation, but since he has left NS, i've taken control.).
ooc: That(Using multiple nations(puppets) to bolster your own armies) is typically considered puppet wanking and is generally frowned upon.

OOC: I can get my brother to post if you want. I didn't make the nation.

OOC: I'll let you RP his nation if you let me bring Exinon and/or Alphinon into the RP under my control (they are other countries I control mostly for experimental purposes)

IC The two missiles streaked toward the aircraft carrier. The first one got close, but was blasted out of the air by a countermissle. The second got to within 200 m, but was too destroyed. Parts of the housing hit the intended target, but most of the mass fell harmlessly into the ocean.

On board the command ship, the AxS Liberty, a radar operator yelled out "Captain, the ships are within missile range"

"FIRE" yelled the captain into his intercom, alerting the whole fleet to begin launching.

On board the assorted Cruisers, Battleships, Destroyers and Battlecruisers, the sound of VLS and XSSM systems roaring into action was deafening. In mere moments, a hailstorm of missile was headed straight at the enemy fleet. Meanwhile, on board the AxS Bobby Angstrom [a Falcon-Class destroyer optimized for AA ops], the radar control person noticed a few blips near the fleet.

"Liberty, this is Bobby Angstrom. We've detected enemy airships on our radar. Requesting permission to engage."

"Permission granted. You, along with 3 other FalClass and six Blackhunters will engage."

Presently the Bobby Angstrom changed course to head straight at these new targets.

"Radar lock.... FIRE"

The SAM battery on the Angstrom roared to life, firing 2 missiles at the first target. The other ships did the same, engaging 4 targets this way. Meanwhile, a group of Blackhunters lifted off the decks of the Liberty, and made a beeline at the radar points.

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A short time later...

The first wave of enemy missiles was within range of the fleet's outer defenses. The 3 prototype Millennium Wall ships were going to be busy, there were a lot of missiles and not a lot of them. The Fleetputer system began to calculate points to strike the missiles at. Priority was given to the missiles headed to the Carriers, Battleships, Battlecruisers and Railgun Cruisers. Counterstrike missiles erupted

ooc: lets not puppet whack guys... otherwise this will turn into an all out alliance war with twenty nations a side.

Secret Communication to Axinon

We have plans to begin the exportation of your sattelite within two days time. The battallion currently guarding DarkSpace will be used to provide security for the transportation of the sattelite. We will be bringing in a heavy load quarry truck to handle the transportation of the sattelite - it is currently en route to Darkspace and should arrive within the day. From Darkspace, the sattelite will be transported to the western shore, where it will then be loaded onto your battleship for transportation to Axinon.

Please have your ship docked with 36 hours at the western port.

End Communication

OOC: Ok

IC:Response to secret Communication

As the AxS Unstoppable has engaged the enemy fleet along with the rest of the task force, we will use the AxS Jason Coon to transport the satellite. It is within 23 hours of the port that has been specified.

"Sir, I believe they have us located."

"Allright, bring the fleet to a full stop, put the whole sky on blackout, if you can't bling it, jam it so they can't get an image out, tell Pegasus Actual they'll be going it alone for now."

"Roger sir, sending orders."

As the new orders went out, the fleet came to a halt just over the horizon from the contested waters, a few minutes later, the attempts at concealing the fleets location were no longer subtle, full use was made of lasers and jamming equipment, changing a fuzzy area into a black hole. Out of this black hole crept three watercraft, barely large enough to be classified ships they were shaped much like stealth fighters and made out of similiar materials, they were colored in such a way as to avoid detection by the naked eye and they ran on almost perfectly silent MHD thrusters and hydrogen power plants. They were Low Observable configured Mercury class Corvettes equipped to perform special operations in places they weren't wanted.
Under cover of the fleets protective electronic cloak, they slunk away, staying away from the conflicting fleets but still making their way towards the DMG coast.

OOC: Just makin it clear, the fleet is not moving! it has STOPPED

IC:
As the three small corvettes cleared the 'black shroud' it disapeared completely revealing a small force of ships scattering to the winds and headed slowly back towards their duty stations. It would take a dangerously close aerial flyby to determina that several of the purpoted ships scattering back to their previous locations were not ships at all but skillfully created inflatable decoys complete with small hydrogen power plants powering fake radar, lights and real engines as well as real weapons mixed in with the fakes to keep things interesting.
These clever copies along with many real ships were very clearly and obviously returning home.

The eight man team had heard that rather than getting airlifted, there were trucks coming from Ft. Blane, which they'd remembered from thier briefing was to the southeast of thier present location. The team, being careful to leave little to no trace, as well as moving silently began heading toward the roads leading to Ft Blane. Once there they sent one member to spy on the convoy.

As the convoy approached, the eight members took careful aim, aiming to take the ten members on the outside of the truck, and to disable the three vehicles.

As the convoy was driving towards Darkspace, it was ambushed. Three of the four guards on the outside of the truck were instantly killed and fell from their extreme heights. The fourth guard was hit in his leg, knocking him off the top of the truck and down thirty feet, breaking his neck and killing him.

The car flanking the truck on its right was hit in the front right wheel, causing it to drift off to the right and hit a snow bank. The car performed five full role overs, killing three of the four members. The fourth member was thrown from the car and landed in the snow.

The car flanking the truck on the left hit the breaks and skidded to a stop. The four man team jumped out of the vehicle on the back side and proceeded to return fire.

Back in the truck, the driver reported back to CentCom, "We've been hit. Ambushed on the way to Darkspace. Send backup." The remaining five guards hit the ground to take cover. From their vantage points on top of the truck, the five guards returned fire.

The men continued to fire and with them concealed in the brush the defenders rounds were going wide. Pulling out four grenades, half the team tossed stun grenades into the area of those firing at them. The grenades burst out, spewing out a concentrated knock-out gas and contact anethesia.

The guards and driver of the truck were knocked out by the gas, although the truck continued forward as the driver slunked forward on the gas. The radio had an incoming transmission, "This is CentCom, come in 205. Over."

The four guards of the remaining vehicle dispersed quickly as the grenade came into view. Running off the side of the road and hiding behind various snow banks.

Two of team raced forward, knocking back small ampules of liquid as they pulled open the doors of the truck. While the gas started to effect them, the drug served to counteract the effects.

Meanwhile the six others layed down fire on the four escapees.

In the truck:
In a breathless and panicked voice, "This is two-oh-five. We've suffered casualties, but are fighting off the attackers, repeat we've suffered casualties, but are fighting off the attackers."

The four men on the side of the road kept their heads down, so as to not get shot. The truck continued forward as the driver's body was slumped forward and his weight on the pedal. "Confirmed 205. Sending back up. Over."


At DarkSpace, the sattelite was being readied for movement.

"Roger." Was the reply, "We are evacutating at maximum speed, and .... OH GOD, they just blew both of our escorts." Just as he said that, they both blew.
Meanwhile the other six, separated to blow the two cars. Then then dashed onto the truck, and four proceeded to continue firing at the escapees, using thier height to advantage. The other two proceeded to strip the five on the roof of clothes and vital tages, exchanging the clothes of the DMG soldiers for thier clothes.

As the men behind the snow bank attempted to return fire, they were all shot and killed.

On board the truck the radio communication continued, "Confirmed. We are sending in Phoenix helicopters ASAP. They will be upon you in ten minutes. Continue your route to DarkSpace. Over."

"Roger."

The eight quickly dressed some of the DMG soldiers in thier clothing, and took thier clothing for themselves. They then disposed of the eight that they'd switched clothing with, and proceeded along the path.

The four choppers arrived shortly after the incident. Getting the thumbs up sign from the "guards" on the truck, the choppers proceeded to escort the truck to Darkspace.

When the truck arrived it was met by the entire battallion that had been stationed there. They escorted it as close to the bunker entrance as possible so as to load the sattelite.

In the bunker the technicians were finishing up stablizing the sattelite for transportation. They added an internal, remote controlled self destruction bomb to the core of the sattlite and then proceeded to load it onto the massive truck.

When the sattelite had been finished loading, a message was sent to AxS Jason Coon:
The bird has been loaded. Escorting to coast now. ETA four hours - be ready.

The convoy then moved away from the wasteland that was Darkspace. The some two hundred armored vehicles and 2000 soldiers provided a circle of protection for the truck as the four choppers maintained their defensive perimeter in the air.

The four soldiers were near the sattalite, examining it, waiting for the others to either cease paying a great deal of attention, or at least vacated from the corner they were near.

"1-leader, this is Sampson. DMG is loading our sattlite onto a truck to drive to the coast. See to it that nothing happens to the matereals"

As the Axinonian soldiers approched the compound again, they saw the matereals that they had been fighting for. A large, strange sattlite.

"OK men, DMG seems to have this operation under control, but keep an eye on things. The enemy could be anywhere"

"You boys want a ride?" asked a SGT to the Axinon soldiers.

"Yeah, that'd be nice. We can't exactly parachute out of here. We just need to wait until that thing," he looks toward the satellite, "is loaded up and our comrades get in from their patrols. Do you have anything to drink? I lost my canteen in the jump." one responded.

"Yeh, hold on," said the Sgt as he signaled over to a a private to bring a few canteens of water. "You guys can just hop on the truck with the sattelite if you want... you know just to watch over it."

"Thanks," he said, grabbing a canteen. "And thanks for the ride. Do you need any help loading the thing onto the truck?"

ooc: how many men you got?

"Nah, we are fine," said the Sgt as he looked over the vast number of soldiers loading the sattlite.

ooc: At the loading point: 29. I have about 145 others scattered around trying to find the enemy Spec Ops forces.

As the sargeant surveyed the size of the sattelite being loaded he said, "I think the truck will only be able to hold seven or eight of you comfortably. The rest of you... find a vehicle with space and hop in."

The corvettes anchored off shore, well away from enemy fleets, DOminion patrols and shore defenses. As they did so, one of the three corvettes, one equipped for launching air missions deployed five stealth helicopters. Three AH-71 low observable light attack helicopters and two UH-29 low observable heavy lift helicopters, the small force stayed low, following the terrain to avoid radar and other detecion systems towards the Commando force which was moving quickly to a safe position to be picked up. As soon as the two forces' paths converged the commandos would load up intot he two heavy lift choppers which would carry them back to the corvettes and relative safety. There had been no way to predict the unprecedented number of special forces from various nations that had shown up, nor the total failure of the most advanced camoflauge system available. While the mission was not a total failure (the knowledge that the camoflauge had a fatal flaw alone was worth the small loss of life necesary to learn about it) the mission would have to be carried out by the Mondothian Navy, in the face of multiple full fledged battle fleets ready to fight for the sattelite themselves.

The purpose of the corvettes was not just to recover the commando force, although that was a suitable mission on its own. The corvettes also carried the ubiquitous accompanyment to any Mondothian military action, the RS-12 Silent Crow Stealth reconaisance and Surveilance drone. Capable of being launch from any 2x2meter flat area via a compact, easy to assemble and use launch assembly the drones could be deployed easily any where in the world, And their stealth features made them invisible as only a flying saucer merely a meter and a half in diamter could be. Made entirly of RAM and RTM, covered in LCD screens to replicate the light and weather conditions, as well as the virtually nil IR signature put any radars capable of even detecting one, let alone tracking it consistently on the endangered species list.
Even as the anchors were being dropped, the distinctive 'Chok-Twang' sound of the DL-1 Drone Launcher Mechanism could be heard over the sea noise, meaning that the capable little dromes were being forcibly hurled into the air where they soared gracefully towards their target areas over and around the Darkspace facility. The drones quickly found and identified the location of the sattelite and began loitering over it, invisibly tracking the sattelite as it made its way to sea.

The fleet acted down and out and on the run, but while it fled the scene, evry ship began dropping small canisters into the water by the hundreds. these canisters quickly sunk to predetermined depths and then floated quietly at neutral buoyancy, waiting for the signal to activate.

The Jason Coon was ready. As close in as a ship of its size could be to shore, it waited for the satellite to arrive. At the insistence of O'Conner, it received an escort of 4 Falcon-Class Destroyers, 1 Flytrap-Class AA Destroyer, 1 Pelican-Class Sub Destroyer and 1 Millennium Wall-Class Anti-Missile Cruiser.

Of course the commander of the Coon thought it was unnecessary. "This ship is fast, can hold its own when fighting both aircraft and subs, and above that is carrying out a mission in allied territory. What could happen?"

But O’Conner insisted, saying that the satellite was too important to risk. Destruction by a sting airplane or sub attack could not be chanced. Thus the pickup, which should have just been an easy job for a freighter, was transformed into an operation involving 8 warships.

The naval group idled off the cost, waiting for the satellite to arrive...

At shore waited a shallow water barge to transport the sattelite from the truck to the transport ship.

The convoy had left Darkspace with the sattelite be guarded by 8 Axinon soldiers in the back of the truck.

ETA: 3 Hours

"So, you guys are from Axinon?" One of the seven 'DMG' soldiers in the back of the truck with the satallite asked.

"Yeah. This is the first time I ever left Inon." replied a tall 19 year old, who was looking at the launching mechanism on the satellite. "I wonder how many missiles this thing can hold?"

"So, what’s it like in DMG?" he asks, prying his eyes from the weapon to look at his 'ally'

"Well, it's cold." The one replied, "Anyone up for a card game?" He asked

"Sounds good" replied the 19 year old

"Why not?" said another one, who had been dozing off in a corner

"Yeah, who's going to deal?" asked a third.

"I will." The man who suggested the game said, "Oh, and I'm Mark." He then took three other decks from three others. "How about cheat?" He suggested for the game.

IC: "Sounds Good"

Mark took a seat and began shuffling the cards. "Like I've said, I'm Mark, this is James, Alex, Nick, James, Drew and Sean." He introduced the other five who were here for the game.

Meanwhile the seventh member of the team was remaining generally out of site of the others, interposing the bulk of the satalitte between him and them.

ooc: http://khopesh.iwarp.com/bs.html

The 19 year old introduced himself. "Cool. My name is also Sean. Those guys are John, Will, and Ben. Sam is over there, but he's asleep."

Sean looked at his hand and frowned. "So, who has the ace of spades?"

"Not me." Mark said, as the others shook their heads in negation.

"I have it" said Ben, putting the card on the truck bed. He than looked towards Drew, who was sitting to his left.

"Three twos." Drew said as he laid down the cards.

Meanwhile the seventh disappeared from everyone's view behind the satallite.

"Cheat!" yelled Ben.

Sam Sampson stirred for a second, and the Axinonians went silent, knowing how much trouble they would be in if they were cought playing cards. But Sampson just rolled over.

"Dont yell so loud next time" Sean [Axinon] told him.

"Well pick them up." Drew said, revealing the three twos he'd claimed. Thought when Ben picked up the cards, he would find an additional queen in the mix.

"Hey, how'd this queen get in here?!?" Ben blurted out. "I didn't. Drew must have!!"

He looked angrily at Drew who he knew put it in.

Drew gave an innocent, 'butter would solidify in his mouth' expression.

Sean saw a possibly heated arguement in the making. Not wanting to wake Sampson, he said "Ben, cool it. It's just a game. Drew, just take the queen. Ben, take the rest. Ok?"

Mark wacked Drew, "He's the one who's suppose to pick the cards." Drew reluctantly took the cards from Ben. He then turned to Will for the threes.

"One Three" Will said, placing his card down.

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Axinon News Network

"Hello, this is Billy Jimmy Willie of Axinon News Network

We have just found out in spite of a massive government cover-up that Axinon has deployed troops in DMG. When we asked a high ranking government official, he responded that 'there are events going down in DMG that threaten the stability of our nation as well as that of our allies'. When asked about this, President William McConnel said he was running late for a meeting with his chef. We have little information on how many men are over there, except eyewitness sightings of "Hundreds" of warships sailing through the Western Passage out of Extrilla Gulf. We will report more as information becomes available"

"Alright, four fours." Sean said as he laid his cards.

Meanwhile the seventh had, after checking to make sure the others couldn't see him, reached toward a maintence hatch on the satallite.

The other Sean was about to make his move when they all heard "Sam Sampson, this is George O'Conner"

In horror, the Axinonian soldiers realized that Sampson left his comlink to maximum volume to wake him up if anything major happened.

"Ughhhhhh..... This is Sampson. Yes it is secure. Yeah, some Dominion soldiers and some of my men are riding with it now. Ok sir. Ok. See you at the base."

He picked his head up, saw his men playing cards and threw a fit.

"What the f*** do you think you are doing?!?!?!?!?! You lazy candy-a**ed sons of b****es!!! Get the he** back to your f***ing stations you s***-brains" he screamed at his men.

With that, the Axinonians slowly shuffled back towards their positions around the satellite. However, in the screaming fit, none of them heard the creaking open of a hatch...

"Sorry about that." Mark said as the Axinon peoples got chewed out. He then gathered the cards back into their decks.

The seventh had inserted a small downloader*, and closed, but not sealed the panel. He then stepped back while the device copyed any data on the databanks, stripping it regardless of encryption.

ooc: Essentially similar to an IPod (whatever)

OOC: Not sure how much a data reader will help, the only data on the satellite right now are the self defense-protocols and an advanced targeting program.

IC: Sampson, now wide awake, surveyed the hold. Everything seemed to be in order. He took a glance at his GPS receiver. They would be arriving at the cost soon. And then they would be going home. Out of the hellish forest they had dropped into unprepared. Back home with real food and real beds and no worries about being shot. He smiled, and surveyed the satellite.

Convoy arriving at coast in: T-20 minutes

Meanwhile the 'DMG' troops circulated among the Axinoners, talking, sharing drink, ect.

The captain of the Jason Coon was fidgeting with impatience. 20 minutes was a long time to wait around doing nothing. He grabbed his iPod and headed twords the kichen.

Meanwhile abord the truck, Sean walked up to the 7th man and asked "Hey, who are you? I haven't gotten a chance to meet you yet. Why didn't you want to play cards with us? Whats your name anyway? Sorry but I am a little hyper now. So how are you?"

"I'm John." The man replied, "I'm not a fan of card games, and you are?"

"Sean" he replied. "Want some potato chips? I snuck them into my survival pack before the jump"

ETA: T-3 Minutes

"Prepare for the unloading," came the voice of staff sargeant Wilkins over the loudspeaker. "I want this sattelite moved off our land and onto that freighter ASAP. Now MOVE OUT!"

The convoy approached the shore where a shallow water barge was weighting to transport the sattelite to the battleship. The convoy had now spread out and the 200 vehicles created a massive perimeter around the quarry truck.

"I'm not much of a fan of chips, I'm allergic to potatoes, truth be told." John replied, "Mark loves them thought."

Mark was on the far side of the satallite.

"Meh... we'd better wait untill this thing is loaded up. We're going to open the hatch up soon, and then... well you never know... the enemy could be anywhere..." he said, not knowing how very true this statement was. Sean then wandered off, to converse with Ben, for the last minute before they would have to get the sattlite off of the truck and into the barge.

John, as soon as Ben was away, quickly disconnected the downloader, as well as artfully, thought hastily packed almost two pounds of C-4, and detonator, in inconspicous spots. Closing the panel and sliding the downloader in his pocket and prepareing to help shift the satallite

T-3... 2... 1...

The alarm started to sound, indicating the unloading of the sattelite, as the truck came to a stop in front of the barge. "Okay, lets MOVE MOVE MOVE," yelled the SSG. "You got ten minutes to get that load of junk off my island or I am blowing it to shit."

The eight pitched in to shift the satallite to the target ship.

With help from the "DMG" soldiers, the Axinonians loaded the sattlite onto the barge easiely. The barge roared off twords the Jason Coon, which was currently 400 yards from shore.

Official Press Release

At 0700 hours this morning, the foreign born nuclear sattelite that has been the thorn in our sides for the last few days, officially left Dominion land and is on its way home. The government has issued the retraction of martial law and daily life will be returning to normal shortly.

We are planning a mutual phase down of military and naval forces between us and any combatants. We have taken the first step and brought our armed forces to Defense Condition 2. If our enemies respond in kind, we will bring our forces to Defense Condition 4 and return to territorial waters.

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To: Truck Crew
From: Staff Sargeant Wilkins

I am giving you orders to return to the spot of conflict on your route to Darkspace. Please recover your fellow soldier's bodies and clean up the area.

"Roger sir." Mark said

Meanwhile, the eighth had set up the auto detonator, that John had rigged to the C-4 on the satallite. As he took the garbage from the truck and tossed it into the trash, he tossed the detonator, artfully concealed in a chip bag, to the side. It was set for six minutes, which would mean the barge was well in range of the detonator's range. Incidentally the detonator would self destruct after it launched it's signal.

As the eight got into the morgue truck, they jointly smiled, and headed toward the site of their escape.

OOC: Is the C-4 on the outside or inside of the sattlite mostly? I need to know for damage calculations

ooc: Inside the panel.

The barge moved swiftly towards the Jason Coon. In very little time, it had pulled up alongside the Battlecruiser, and cranes proceeded to load the satellite onto the deck of the bigger ship

3 minutes left...

The sheer bulk of the satellite made it hard to move

2 minutes left...

Sam Sampson surveyed the area. It was all over, or so he thought

1 minute left...

The satellite was lowered onto a large cart for transport to the lower decks. Its naval grade armor made moving it hard, but the many men on the ship pitched in and the cart was moving well towards the hold

30 seconds left...

Sean was munching on a bag of chips. Ben and Will were pushing the satellite.

10...9...8...7...

The sea was unusually calm. Not a wave in sight

6...5...4...3...2...

"I wonder how my parakeet is doing?" wondered Ben

1...0!!!!

A large explosion rocked the deck of the AxS Jason Coon. The satellite was blown off its cart and collided with one of the massive 18" guns on the ship. The maintainence hatch door was blown clear into the ocean. 5 of the people pushing the cart, including Ben, were burnt to a crisp. 18 more died of shrapnel wounds. On top of that, 29 were wounded, including Sean. The satellite itself remained mostly intact, but the area just around the explosion was a mess of twisted wire, slag and melted Titanium. The ship took damage to a VLS near the explosion, as well as the turret that was struck by the satellite

"Holy F***ing S***!!!!" yelled Sampson, who had survived with nothing but a few fragments of TACM to his arm. "Get a medical crew on deck at once!!!!"

Within moments, damage control crews, medics, curious sailors and the remains of the 32nd paratrooper division crowded the main deck. The ship captain, fearing that they were under attack from an unseen foe, ordered the ship to go at full speed back to Axinon.

In the confusion that followed, medics tended the wounded while the healthy retrieved the satellite from the VLS it had wedged itself in. Fortunately, none of the ship's weapons storage areas had been damaged, or the Jason Coon could have found itself at the bottom of the ocean in no time at all.

Sampson called up O'Conner with the bad news...

As the team took the 'stolen' morgue truck to ostentasously gather the bodies of the dead, they heard the explosion. To a man, they made a special gesture for the dead on all sides that had fallen.

As they reached the coast, they stripped off the DMG uniforms, slid the field wet-suits they'd stashed on, and waded out into the water. They then swam down and toward the stashed transport devices, unzipping them, they pulled them out. They then gunned the engines, taking them at a very fast clip toward pick-up, at a spot well away from DMG's maritime and costal waters.

Even as they escaped, another team entered Axinon, for the purpose of damage repair.*

ooc: * Essentially, when the Jason Coon returns, and they find out who the dead/wounded are, the families of the dead and the wounded will receive annoymus compensation for the damages caused.

The drones quickly established the location of the sattelite and all but one returned to the corvettes which were rapidly moving back into international waters, trying their hardest to stay away from patrols, they had been lucky so far but luck could always run out. The one remaining drone stayed on position tracking the sattelite to the ship that was going to carry it back to Axinon and then passed that information on to the retreeting battlefleet which relayed the data to Mondoth Aerial Mapping &Survey Co. which tasked a sattelite to track the ship. It ws just as the sattelite came on board that the drone stopped recording and thus, it was not until several minutes after the explosion that the sattelite picked up surveilance.

"What the hell happened?"
"It looks like a class 2 explosive event occurred, probably generated from the underside of this hatch here," The analyst pointed to a hatch on the imagery from the drone just before it stopped recording and then to the digital image on the computer showing the after effects.
"I cans ee that, who put the explosives there and why?"
"You just can't get that sort of data from sattelites and we don' thave the inteligence assets in place to find out, the guess is that its one of the nations that sent agents in to try and capture the sattelite but that again is obvious."
"I want more information about who did this and how, if we're luck then we won't have to have anythng more to do with this effup."
"I hear you sir, we're working as hard as we can to ind out whether or not whoever did this can or will try again."
"Good, mae sure the fleet knows not to act until its confirmed that the target is intact and aboard that ship."
"yessir."

At the 'scattered' fleet the ships had stopped dropping the canisters and was now also slowing down and maneuvering back into formation, the decoys followed and soon a formation apparently of close to 100 fleet vessels had assembled in international waters. The canisters had sunk to positions above and below the thermocline layers and waited for the signal, a predetermined series of sonar pings that would set the canisters off.

The Jason Coon and its escorts sped towards the Axinonian Battlefleet, in which they would find certain safety (as it consisted of well over 250 ships, compared to the relatively small numbers deployed by the enemies). To cover the retreat, the 15 aircraft carriers of the fleet began to launch helicopters and Wasps for anti-ship and anti-sub ops while launching Blackhunters for interception and air superiority. The Devastator-Class, Griffon-Class and Skipjack-Class attack subs dove, and began seeking enemy targets to engage. The whole scene looked like one out of some war movie, except the sailors had no idea what they would have to fight when, or even if.

OOC: I'm sorry for not posting. Real Life is really getting in the way.

And what happened with the ship battle between me and Axinon? Are you just waiting for me?

OOC: I need to know your fleet size so I can estimate how many missles got through my missle defenses.

Within minutes of the convoy getting underway, the Mondothian surface fleet evaporated, accelerating quickly away from DMG the Thirty Second left fast. The submarine squadron supporting it however remained as did the canisters the fleet had spreadin its previous retreat.

OOC: Need my surface fleet for something else right now so I recalled it.

In response to Mondoth removing their forces, the Dominion has recalled its entire fleet into coastal waters and is standing down. We ask Axinon and Nistolonia to follow suit.