NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: Basically the plan is this. I’m looking to start a war RP, and I need your help. Allies know who they are, and they’re on my side (the side of the monarchists). The other nations who want to get involved, you’re on the side of the democratists. (I think you’ll find ample reason to declare war on grounds of utter barbarism when I massacre the last democratists in power by cruel and unusual methods. Teehee.) I’ll be matching the sides up as fairly as I can, and it’s possible some people will get double-teamed or not fight at all. Just try to get involved, and let’s make this one hell of an RP.

Information:

Empire: land or people that serve the Imperium
Imperium: government structure that rules the Empire, including Council of Prefects, the Sacred Emperor and his retinue, and the thousands of bureaucrats needed to maintain the system.

The Council of Prefects is a group of high-level intendant (politician) caste officials that used to merely advise the Sacred Emperor about policy, and he of course was free to completely ignore them. During the reign of the weak and democratist Emperor Jakran, the Council was given much more power, which was mostly taken away with the murder of Jakran by Supreme Commander Lucifer of Domain Halcyon, who then seized the throne. There is a deep fear of democracy in the national psyche, but some favor democracy over the utter religious despotism in power today.

The Sacred Emperor is of course the ruler of the Imperium, and his reign is justified by the religious dogma found in the holy book Twilight of the Gods and other sources. The priests, who head the Intelligence Division, including the Inquisition, distribute this material and indoctrinate the people. The vast majority of the people of the Empire are true believers in the pagan system. The Imperial pantheon contains seven major gods. Blood sacrifice is used to appease them as they are capricious and ruthless, and yet subservient to a greater power: Death. Thus, the death of victims assures the safety of the gods from Death and prevents them from punishing the Empire for negligence of them. Everybody wins. Some doubt this, but usually such dissenters are killed by the Inquisition on charges of heresy after being tortured into a confession.

In summation, the Imperium is what its founder, the first and most revered Sacred Emperor, Typhon, made it: aggressive, but generally invulnerable to upheaval by more than a very small minority. The army is faithful and commanded by the Sacred Emperor, and prevents such uprisings. It wages to war to achieve its goals, but is not averse to using negotiation, and always follows its immensely complex code of honor. Soldiers will fight to the death rather than dishonor themselves, but usually only when they can achieve something by their sacrifice. It is somewhat arrogant; Kreegans take for granted that they are the gods’ chosen crusaders, and there have been four great crusades against other nations (infidels), which incidentally are only declared in the case of a fight for survival or a grand opportunity to bring the Imperium a glorious victory. The Imperium has never lost a war since its founding over 1700 years ago, and is very good at what it does. There are psychological weak points the Imperium has, like arrogance among many of its officers, the occasional stifling of logic by the eagerness to win battles by field commanders, etc. The Imperium has only recently emerged into the fore, and is still smaller than many great world powers. Many Imperial citizens hold a sort of grudge against non-allied nations and feel they have something to prove.

Ask me any further questions you may have. Sorry to take so much space up but I want my enemies to be well informed...hehehe.

IC: “Good evening viewers, and thank you for watching Imperial News Media, your choice for the news you need.
“Today, shocking new developments in Korronis; Sacred Emperor Lucifer has released the long-rumored ‘Ironfist Edict’, a piece of legislature giving the Divine One power over the Imperium and Empire that has not been seen since the early days of the Imperium. Although top political theorists have predicted the publication of something like the Ironfist Edict for years since the rise of Emperor Lucifer, the Council of Prefects especially was outraged over the edict, as it effectively strips away the meager powers remaining to the Council since the dethroning of Emperor Jakran, reducing it once more to an advisory body.
“This blatant attempt to bring the Empire under the direct control of the Throne is intolerable,” said High Prefect Titus It’chan yesterday. “The Council will not stand for such abuse of the distribution of power.” Shortly afterward, he was arrested on charges of heresy and treason, and may very well be sacrificed without trial.
The Sacred Emperor spoke from the Rostra today about the Ironfist Edict, assuring the people that gathered to hear him that the powers that it gave him would be used only for the improvement of security and the power of the Empire.
Among the actions of the executive orders that form the edict are bills that ban participation in underground political parties like the Fascist, Independent, and Socialist parties and give the Inquisition powers to kill suspected heretics without trial. The edict also massively increases the power of the Emperor over the military, placing more of the best units in the Empire in or around Korronis, under his direct control, and installing military-grade communications and coordination equipment in the Imperial Palace to allow direct control of field units.
“The edict has elicited mixed responses from the Imperium; the government has divided along perspective boundaries, democratists opposing the passage, while monarchists staunchly support the Emperor. Recognizing this, the Sacred Emperor included in his public address a defiant challenge to all nations as follows.
“We bow to no foreign powers, and our policy is now my direct responsibility. If there are any infidels that wish to challenge our ways, they can try-and fail-on the battlefield.”
“And in other news-

Chaos ensued as the Sacred Emperor entered the room.
After a quick bow that rippled through their ranks, the Council of Prefects erupted in a storm of angry queries and shouts of support, which the democratists shouted down. Lucifer walked unconcerned, and despite their outrage, even the most vehement enemies of the edict stepped back in fear and reverence to let the god-king through.
Reaching the throne on his dais at the front of the chamber, Lucifer sat and motioned for silence. Reluctantly, the assembly obeyed, and he spoke in a tone that was infuriatingly unconcerned, as if the man was laughing inside as the last vestiges of the disgraced Emperor Jakran’s dominion were torn away.
“High Prefect Jehovah Lithran, let us hear your complaint first. Stand forward and speak honestly. I command it.”
The man stepped forward. He was an old one, and remembered well the day Jakran had first taken power. He had watched in increasing anger as Lucifer had seized the throne, murdering Jakran and crowning himself Sacred Emperor. Now his last outburst would come.
He would be given his chance. He would speak freely, delivering whatever message he wanted.
Lucifer wanted this phase, at least, to start on equal ground.
“Your Highness, I dispense with the title Divine One at last, as these past few years have devoured my faith with jaws of monarchism. I cannot any longer believe in the system that puts tyrants like yourself in the Iron Throne, stripping away our freedom and replacing it with the unity born of an unbreakable grip on the people themselves. I cannot any longer trust that the gods are not a fabrication perpetuated by men like you to enshrine their tyranny in religion and ritual.
“You have betrayed the nation, Lucifer of Domain Halcyon. You have not guarded the Empire, only remade it in your own image. Now you have, at last, wiped away the remnant of the power we once enjoyed to restrain men such as you!”
Lucifer sat forward, a smirk on his face. The lights dimmed, a bit of theater employed by him to intimidate more superstitious officials, turning him into an ineffable shadow, cold and aloof. “Indeed I have, High Prefect. In fact, the Council of Prefects now has only the responsibility to publish analyses of their opinion on how to run the government. You have no legislative power at all. You are, essentially, a waste of government money who will continue to exist and congregate if only to mock what once was.”
“You cannot do this!”
The shadow leaned back, and for a moment it was Lucifer again, oozing self-satisfaction as he grinned. “Can’t I? I was under the impression that I am the Sacred Emperor. I rule the Empire, High Prefect.” Lithran sputtered in rage. Finally he collapsed into his chair, shaking his head. The other members of the Council gazed, whether in outrage or awe, into the throne before them and finally saw a glimpse of what Lucifer truly was: the ultimate polarizer. To some he was a unifier, a brilliant leader and a strong one. To others he was an evil genius and a genocidal psychotic tyrant.
Right now he was the tyrant.
Another Prefect surged to his feet. “You have no authority to mangle our system in this manner!”
Lucifer burst out laughing, and it seemed the shadow deepened. “Authority? My authority is twofold. My authority is the gods-given power I wield over all of you. In case you’ve forgotten, I am the legitimate ruler of the Imperium, as the man responsible for Sacred Emperor Jakran’s death and as one of the eligible successors to his position. And most importantly,” he continued, “my authority is the firepower I can bring to bear on all of you. This is Korronis, and here of all places, you cannot defy me. Thousands of crack troops are in the Imperial Palace alone, and when the time comes that I order your deaths, they will be quick and as painful as I can contrive.
“There is no more room for discussion. Incidentally, the time in which I order your deaths is now.” He stood and strode to the door. Turning to face his stunned audience, he continued. “I have a list of all of you who have over the years opposed the unification of the Imperium. You will be taken into custody. In one week you will be sacrificed in the Forum. I sincerely hope the gods blast and destroy you every minute of eternity. Until the ceremony, Prefects. Goodbye.”

One week later, almost two million people were crammed into the Imperial Forum, that vast stone expanse between the Sanctum of the Hierarchs and the Imperial Palace. Five thousand stone sacrificial altars were at the front of the Forum, before the Rostra on which Lucifer now stood.
The shadow that had dominated the Council of Prefects and calmly ordered the final death of democracy was present once more, in the midday sun, but every bit as ineffable and omnipotent as ever. One hundred and fifty-two Prefects and High Prefects glared up at the Sacred Emperor, chained to the altars, each with a priest in their white and gold robes standing above them, clutching a bejeweled dagger, with an impossibly sharp edge. The prisoners had been purified, had been fed the diet designed to prepare them to meet the gods, and had been expounded to by the priests constantly on the agony that awaited them.
Thousands of the Imperial Immortals stood on the Rostra or the steps of the Palace, weapons in perfect position, spotlessly clean. Lucifer’s son Romulus stood on his right and Lord Regent Seth Jamaane on his left, with Pontifex Maximus Cyrius Vua’kre at the podium. At a signal from Lucifer, the crowd quieted and Vua’kre began to read the sacred verses required to begin a sacrifice of this magnitude.
The ceremony dragged on, until it reached the beginning of the climax. Drums began to beat slowly, mirroring a human heart. Slowly the people fell silent, and the crowds merely watched and waited, the bloodlust that was their inheritance from the gods forbidding them to turn away.
Finally, Lucifer began to look to the sky, suddenly screaming the final chants and prayers in the Kreegan language, a truly unnerving sound. At the appropriate time, Lucifer looked down. The priests’ daggers hung in the air, ready for the kill. Finally, he raised his hands to the heavens, and stared down into the eyes of those about to die.
One hundred fifty-two daggers buried themselves in the chests of their victims.
One hundred fifty-two agonized screams tore from the throats of the dying.
One-hundred fifty-two veins were opened as the priests stabbed again and again, sending fountains of blood skyward.
And only two eyes gazed up into Lucifer’s. High Prefect Jehovah Lithran’s, barely tolerating the crushing agony. For a moment the shadow descended, and the sky turned black, darkness consuming everything, and it seemed billions of people cried out at once.
One hundred fifty-two pyres blazed into life in unison.
One hundred fifty-two lives burned away.
And as the final irony and tribute, the iron bells of the temples in the Sacred Precinct began tolling over and over again. A death knell for democracy.

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OOC: i'm a monarchy, but i'd be on the other side to you i'm afraid. if it wasnt time for me to go to bed (just gone 2 in the morning...) i'd join this one. count this as a TAG and i might be back.

What tech level is this?

OOC: i'm a monarchy, but i'd be on the other side to you i'm afraid. if it wasnt time for me to go to bed (just gone 2 in the morning...) i'd join this one. count this as a TAG and i might be back.

same situation with me, monarchy/democracy, and all

[ooc:] Being one of the world's last true direct democracies, where everything is determined by the peoples' will, Czardaians would of course clamor to destroy the enemies of democracy. And, in fact, they'd probably have sent out their traditional messages and prepared a vast army, were it not for the fact that we're currently at war already. However, if the RP goes on for long enough, you can count me in as a possible enemy, as I'd love to join when I'm finished sending every single one of my ill-fated enemies to Hellgates! ;)

[tag]

OOC: I would like to be involved on the pro-democracy side. This post is just a teaser, and I can quickly arrange for war to break out, if you wish.


IC:

Emperor James McCall gazed out of the Imperial Palace. The capital, Rexicum, was awash with angry mobs, demanding action against the barbaric Sacred Emperor. Fluffywuffy called itself the Second Empire, but it was mainly just the trappings of power. Emperor McCall paid attention to public approval just as much as any politician; he was elected, after all.

The Emperor had to act to appease the masses, otherwise, he'd likely be voted from office. But the Senate was filled with isolationists, and declaring war would be blocked by the isolationists. He could eventually force war by appealing to the masses directly, but that made him look bad to the other politicians. Not that they liked him much. He was too much of a common man, one who threw dances at the Imperial Palace and swore often. He wore not the traditional robes of the emperor, but a cheap suit.

Ah, what to do, what to do. Suddenly, it struck him. For the moment, at least, he would tell his Secretary of State to issue a harsh note of condemnation. Then, after that note had been sent, McCall would have one of his famous speeches condemning this Sacred Emperor and demanding he stop his bloodthirsty and tyrannical ways. As an added bonus, this rhetoric would probably get some of his party members elected in the next legislative election; his party favored more foriegn involvement,

OOC: Glad people got interested. And let's hope this goes on plenty long. Fluffywuffy, I'm gonna need some help taking you on cause you are more than three times my size...lol. And by the way, this is modern tech.

OOC: Hmm..... Decisions, decisions... Here I am, your ally, and a democratic paradise, so this poses an interesting dilemma: Fight alongside you and crush a blossoming democracy, or fight on their side and lose an ally...

OOC: Glad people got interested. And let's hope this goes on plenty long. Fluffywuffy, I'm gonna need some help taking you on cause you are more than three times my size...lol. And by the way, this is modern tech.

OOC: Don't worry, you have some advantages. I have to fight a war from the other side of the world, in some strange land that we can barely locate on a map. You know the terrain, the people, etc. That can be a powerful advantage, if you wield it right.

EDIT: I'm assuming this is alright with you, as it is your RP, but here goes. It doesn't mean anything....for now

IC:

Emperor James McCall had decided that he would not simply denounce this Sacred Emperor, nor call upon the Senate to denounce that barbarian. He would propose a constitutional amendment that would allow the Second Empire to intervene in any state with "a gross violation of international standards of human rights." The people would love it, the Senators would denounce it as tyrannical, but it would pass by popular vote. He would run around the Senate and laugh at it. But now it was time to drum up popular support for the measure, and so it was time to step outside the stuffy Imperial Palace and deliver a speech.

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A few hours later, James McCall had written up his speech, authored a short constitutional amendment, and set up a press conference in front of the Imperial Palace. A simple podium with the imperial coat of arms was set up in a large room in the palace. Cameramen lined the walls, and an army of reporters sat, pencil and pad at the ready. The Emperor, dressed in blue jeans and a t-shirt, began his speech.

"As y'all are well aware, there is a great evil in this Imperium. A man calling himself the Sacred Emperor has barbarically slaughtered numerous people, and the Second Empire cannot abide by this. We cannot abide by this in any country. I have, therefore, proposed an amendment to our Imperial Constitution, which I have titled the Intervention Amendment for Human Rights, or IAHR. I have here the full text of this proposed amendment, which I have, by Imperial Decree, ordered a popular vote on. This vote is to be held in two weeks.

Anyways, here is the text for the amendment.
'Article One:
The Second Empire, recognizing certain inalienable rights to human dignity and person sovereignty, hereby recognizes the military, economic, political, or otherwise, intervention in a nation that violates the international standard for human rights and personal sovereignty. The Second Empire, in order to protect those inalienable rights of humanity, hereby states that it can and will make use of this right.

Article Two:

The Second Empire, in order to carry out the defense of the international standard for human rights and personal sovereignty, will permanantly create a Committee for Intervention, to be comprised of twelve members, four appointed by the Emperor of the Second Empire of Fluffywuffy, four appointed by the Senate of the Second Empire, and four appointed by the People of the Second Empire. This Committee shall review all states of the world and propose intervention in those states that have violate the international standards of human rights and personal sovereignty. The Emperor has the authority to carry out the recommendations of the Committee for Intervention.'

That's it. It's simple, just the way I like it. Those barbarians in the Imperium, I must imagine, are cowering as I speak. Let them. Let them fear justice. Let us ratify this amendment, and show not only these bastards, but the world, that we mean business when it comes to human rights. Let us light the flame of human rights in all countries."

The Emperor stopped speaking, smiling at the wide-eyed reporters in front of him. He turned to leave, but as if it were an afterthought, he walked back and started speaking again.

"I'm sorry, I almost forgot about y'all. You, what do you want?" McCall pointed to a reporter, one he knew was a part of the lunatic fringe. Calling upon the lunatic fringe and refuting their obviously crazy statements made it look as if all of his opposition were crazy.

"Emperor McCall--or should I say dictator?--this is a gross violation of the sovereignty of all nations, something which I know you will use to install puppet dictatorships ruled by the iron fist of corporate tyranny. I know it will, as I have photos of you and Hitler as best buds. What will it take to restore sense to this nation?"

The Emperor smiled as he responsed. "It will take a pretty damn good drug rehabilitation program, if half of the country is like you. Last question. What about you?"

The next reporter stood up. "Emperor McCall, why have you chosen to run around the Senate and go directly to the people? Don't you think it is a bit premature, considering the Senate has never had a chance to see this before?"

"I decided to appeal to the people based upon the fact that there are too many isolationist bastards in the Senate, and they would prevent the global advacement of human rights. I believe the people are more sensible."

With that, the Emperor walked away, heading to his private chambers and leaving the reporters behind. His work finished, he would wait until the results of the vote. He would let reporters, editorialists, bloggers, and essayists defend him. A few loyal senators would be thrown in the mix, too.

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And by the way Fluffywuffy, if you're gonna pass this law that lets you intervene in my nation and start this, now's the time (unless you want me to make the first move)

OOC: I was kinda hoping that you'd be like "I am the Sacred Emperor! How dare you attempt to intervene in my country! The gods shall smite thee!" But this way works as well....

IC:

It was finally done. The people had gone to the polls, and they had overwhelmingly supported the Intervention Amendment for Human Rights. It had become law, and a few senators had put forth their own amedment: the War and Intervention Amendment, which would, essentially, repeal the IAHR. It had little popular support, and the senators, knowing that, responded with a simple "no comment" when asked about it. Instead they began nominating themselves to the Committee for Intervention, and the politics would get ugly. The Emperor had already appointed his four members, and he was campaigning for the people to vote for another four that supported him. Not that they mattered much.

But with the IAHR's passage, intervention in the Imperium became obvious. It was a bullet to the Sacred Emperor's head, one which the people wished would enter swiftly and kill him either swifter.

The Emperor, with the law's passage, declared that "With this amendment's passage, the Second Empire has been given the right to intervene in foriegn nations, and we shall exercise that right. By the will of the people, we shall set a course for a new era of international democracy. But first, the bloodshed. We shall intervene in the Imperium to implement a democratic and humane system, one which does not resort to barbaric measures. Let it begin, then."

Following the quasi declaration of war, the Imperial military went on high alert. Roughly two hundred of the NASN-01 submarines set sail, and the coast of the Imperium was declared a "zone of military intervention," to avoid the negative term blockade. Only states at war, after all, could blockade each other. However, those "merely" intervening could not blockade.

The real force had not yet been amassed. The surface fleet was amassing, and it was hiring up all the merchant marine it needed to get the ball rolling for an amphibious operation. Within a week (OOC: a day in RL, I suppose) the Grand Fleet would set sail for the alien land of the Imperium. Until then, it was the enemy's move.

OOC: Well, now I can decide who's side I'm on. And the winner is Warmaster (by less than an electron's width and because my UN category changed so I don't have to as feel bad about joining him.)

[ooc:] Seeing as most of my other RPs are stalled, I'll join this, too, on the side of democracy and freedom.

Information you need to know: Czardas is a direct democracy. High patriotic sentiment. Human rights abuses are not tolerated and have led to wars killing thousands or millions during its history. This counts as one.

[ic:]

Intel Briefing Room #17, Czardas

"So...Options." Secretary-General Caverra looks around the circle of people seated at the table expectantly, drumming his fingers on the table with impatience.

"Well, we could just not interfere," says Foreign Minister Kari Alhoun tentatively. "But the people have already voted. Interventionism won out by thirty-six million votes."

"Yes, and going against their will will get us in big trouble," adds Supreme General Henrik A. Ogden, nodding gravely. "It's not a risk we can afford to take."

The other people seated around the table make noises of assent. Caverra shifts uncomfortably.

"Airya, do you have any suggestions?"

Vice-Director of the National Intelligence Agency, Airya Wong, says, "Well, our ops in Warmaster were all executed. They don't tolerate spies, it seems. How they found us, I don't have the faintest idea, but they did, and that's all that matters. However, new intelligence states that another nation is already intending to deal with the threat—a fairly large nation actually, the Second Empire, also known as Fluffywuffy."

"I can see why they decided to use the pretitle," Kari Alhoun adds his dry comment.

Airya glares at him and turns back to Caverra. "We can wait to see what they're doing, while issuing an international condemnation of Warmaster to gain more allies, and mobilizing our troops. Then, when we're ready, we can attack them."

Caverra glances at Defense Minister Violet Astoria. "Can we afford another war? Our conflict against Scellia cost nearly half our current GDP alone."

"I think we'll have to raise new taxes for that," she says. "Granted, the people may not be happy with that, but they were the ones who wanted to go after the enemies of democracy after all."

Caverra smiles. "Very well. And perhaps when they see the new tax plans they'll rethink their decision. Draw them up, and we'll meet again in about a week. Dismissed."

The members of the Governing Council file out.

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Deep in an underground base, thousands of planes are outfitted for another mission, readed with missiles and engine checks, their guns cleaned. Elsewhere, shocktroops are beginning intensive training courses, and submarines are being refitted with expanding-warhead torpedoes and ballistic missiles.

Once again, Czardas is preparing for war.

From The Office of The President of The Republic

We are shocked after hearing about problem in The Warmaster and have decided to defend democratic friends. Democracy is the system of the people and must be protected. We have decided to fight this dictorship againest the forces of democracy.

Official Condemnation
From: The Libertarian Concordance of Czardas

The Concordance deems Warmaster to have committed crimes against humanity and hereby condemns the actions of Warmaster and urges the international community to take action against this immoral dictatorship. The crimes listed include oppressing religious freedom, savagely murdering scores of dissenters, and denying the people the right to select their rulers. We urge Sacred Emperor Lucifer to end these outrages. Otherwise, we may be forced to take military action against you, which would not be pleasant for anyone, especially not you or your allies.

We urge the international community to impose trade sanctions on Warmaster until this oppressive rule is lifted.

That is all.

~Kari Alhoun, Czardaian Foreign Minister

OOC: I understand this MT but my corporations are MT-PMT so dont worry about the FT issue.

IC: In the warm fireplace of The Corporation Moderation Group. Several Security Officers were discussing the matter of Warmasters recent plans to destroy democracy. The Dorian delegate John Renfrew ordered a ballot deciding to support the coalition or not and in a unaminous vote they decided to help the coalition. With the issue placed aside a series of emails were sent to the coalitions

"To all allies of Democracy:

We have heard about the recent actions of the Warmaster and decided that a kill crazed maniac such as the Sacred Emperor doesnt have a place in this world anymore. We are generally sick of men who self proclaim themselves as masters of mankind (a stab at those noobs who said they are the ruler of earth). The Corporate Coalition of Gyrobot will help join in the conflict in hopes of taking down the Warmaster. But be warned we must not awaken dreadfire or any hopes of defeating the warmaster or surviving will be dashed

From The Corporate Coalition leader, Augustus Marius, Defense minister of Terminus Co"

OOC: Jeez, Shenyang and me are gonna get swamped...but a cornered animal is the most dangerous one!

Working on the Sacred Emperor's grand arrogant condemnation of all that your nations stand for.

"To all allies of Democracy:

We have heard about the recent actions of the Warmaster and decided that a kill crazed maniac such as the Sacred Emperor doesnt have a place in this world anymore. We are generally sick of men who self proclaim themselves as masters of mankind (a stab at those noobs who said they are the ruler of earth). The Corporate Coalition of Gyrobot will help join in the conflict in hopes of taking down the Warmaster. But be warned we must not awaken dreadfire or any hopes of defeating the warmaster or surviving will be dashed

From The Corporate Coalition leader, Augustus Marius, Defense minister of Terminus Co"
"Dreadfire? Why would he take any interest in this matter anyway?" asks Foreign Minister Alhoun, reading the message.

"I don't really know," replies his assistant, Lorin Dax. "For one thing, he's halfway around the world anyway. For another, he's fairly involved with other nations at any rate. It seems to be needless worry on their part."

"Right. I don't see how we'd 'awaken' him anyway," says Alhoun. "Besides, it seems unlikely that he'd actually consider us too much of a threat."

Dax smiles as he reads the message again. "They dislike people who think they rule the earth, eh? I'm sure we'll be fine working together. Nobody appreciates imperialism. Look what happened to Imperial Galactica for instance."

"I think we should just wait and see," replies Alhoun. "So far the coalition forces are strong enough to do without us anyway."

Emperor James McCall sat in the Situation Room of the Imperial Palace, with a group of diplomats, intelligence officers, and the Minister of Foriegn Affairs, Zechariah Stewart. The Emperor had called the meeting to discuss the various condemnations that other nations had put out. He spoke first.

"Gentlemen, I'm sure y'all know why I called you here. We need to talk about these other nations condemning the Imperium of The Warmaster. So, what all could you guys dig up?" No one stood up. Quite frankly, they knew practically nothing. Only Zechariah Stewart spoke, and then after racking his brain for some information.

"Well, combined, they've got around 3.2 billion people. Small, but not small enough to completely ignore. The press has started calling them allies, but quite frankly, this is likely to be the only thing we ever agree upon. Czardas appears to be a very democratic nation, more so than us. I couldn't get much on Gyrobot, but they appear to be a conglomeration of corporate interests. They have condemned those that claim to rule mankind. That's all I could dig up."

The Emperor paused for a moment, looking over the other advisors. Their looks told him that was all they knew. "Well, gentlemen, I guess that settles it. We don't know anything, so let's just be cordial with them. They probably won't accept our concept of expanding our imperium, so we know that they probably won't end up as allies. Just send notes to them saying we appreciate their assistance, bla bla bla."

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A diplomatic message to Czardas and Gyrobot:


The Second Empire of Fluffywuffy thanks [OOC:your nation's name here, or YNH from now on] for it's pledge of support to ending the barbaric Sacred Empire's rule. The cause of freedom and democracy is greatly aided by your nation's generosity. In the spirit of mutual cooperation, we will allow [YNH]ian ships and aircraft to visit Fluffywuffy in times of need.

To our continued cooperation,
Emperor James McCall

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From: The Libertarian Concordance of Czardas
To: The Second Empire of Fluffywuffy

Greetings from the Concordance of Czardas! We are as pleased as you to be fighting for the furtherment of democracy and the freedoms and rights guaranteed to all human beings. While we are a direct democracy—and as you know such nations tend to have small militaries—we will do our best to help you.

If you need to use our ports or airfields for any purpose they are open to use.

~Kari Alhoun, Czardaian Foreign Minister
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Airya Wong calls up Kari Alhoun a few minutes after he sends the message off. She says:

"Finally got that data back on Fluffywuffy. Let's see. Basics: large nation located in a place called Aliados something or other, five point two billion citizens, large defense budget, fairly liberal democracy with emperor mostly serving as figurehead, more info in our database as of five minutes ago."

"Ok, thanks."

"Right. Oh, and data says they've gone on expansion missions before. Colonies."

"They have?"

"Supposedly. Mostly rumors centered around their previous wars and holdings in other places."

"Rumors, eh. Let's hope it's just rumors."

"For their sakes," agrees Airya, chuckling. She hangs up.

She thinks for a minute.

Then she begins the process of hacking into the Second Empire's computer network and installing the hidden program on one of their computers. Czardaians have done it without fear of detection for years, and Airya is probably the best at it. It will simply send a backup copy of every document saved, and all temporary files including internet history, to databases in Czardas.

After a few minutes, she smiles slightly and shuts down the computer.

Reports will be arriving in a few minutes. She calls her direct superior, leader of the CNIA.

"Reporting, FLD-X1294 successfully installed."

OOC: Concerning the computers: while I am going to allow you to hack the computer, whatever information you retrieve is going to be encrypted, save for some of the lower-end classified stuff and public knowledge crap. However, you can brute force whatever information you acquire and decrypt it. But that bruteforcing can take a week or few. Fluffywuffy also maintains an Information Warfare Division, created many months ago, which will eventually catch on to this stuff.

IC:

A nameless government worker in the Foriegn Ministry, who just so happened to be plugged into the unsecure wireless network, had a message appear on his computer: "Windows needs to install critical updates to help secure your computer. Press OK to download these updates." He pressed OK, unknowingly opening up the Fluffywuffy computer network to other hacking attacks. The man assumed that it was the porn that he frequently viewed on his computer--without anyone else knowing, of course--that had caused the message.

Just then, his boss walked in, and he minimized Internet Explorer and opened up Word, where a draft entitled "Recommended Policy Concerning Our Neighbors" was partially completed. It promoted neutrality toward the neighbors of Fluffywuffy, but stated that the Second Empire should be prepared to defend itself. In the past, the neighbors had prepared to take the Second Empire. Only the tables turned in that particular conflict, and the Second Empire still stood. The boss went to his office, retrieved his forgotten briefcase, and walked out.

OOC: Concerning the computers: while I am going to allow you to hack the computer, whatever information you retrieve is going to be encrypted, save for some of the lower-end classified stuff and public knowledge crap. However, you can brute force whatever information you acquire and decrypt it. But that bruteforcing can take a week or few. Fluffywuffy also maintains an Information Warfare Division, created many months ago, which will eventually catch on to this stuff.
[ooc:] All right. Czardas generally installs this program on the computers of every nation it makes contact with. So if your IWD can find and delete a hidden, encrypted program which can only be modified or deleted by the external file source creator (in my nation), I'll give it credit. Remember that in other nations very few have ever managed to detect this. Generally the only warning is the program update window opening.

As for the encrypted information, with Czardas's IT services and technological advancement, all but top-end high-security information will probably take under five days to decode. And even if everything you send out is this high-priority, we've got plenty of time.

You may wonder how this is possible with Czardas's weak economy and lack of much commercial development. The advancements were caused primarily by the terms of a treaty which forbade Czardas from making diplomatic contact with other nations, or attempting to send operatives to their nations. Instead, Czardas worked on developing a highly advanced program that would serve as a virtually undetectable version of a human spy, which could be installed anywhere on a remote security network. After many years, this program was finally completed and installed on the networks of dozens of nations, reporting back daily to the de-encryption centers which would work on the information and translate it into readable terms for the IT intel staff.

I don't really want this to turn into an OOC argument, so let's leave it at that. I'll also install the next versions (FLD-X1295, 6, 7, and 8) on the computer networks of the other nations when I have time.

OOC: I can already think of a few ways to track something like this down (or stop it if we discover it but can't pinpoint it), but for the moment, we'll just leave it like this. But since we are taking the time to use up space for OOC stuff, I'll describe my nation here so that we can all have information. I recommend that everyone do the same, either by editing an earlier post (as in Czardas's OOC post above this one) or by a new post. Here goes:

Full name: The Second Empire of Fluffywuffy

Government:
Head of State: Emperor James McCall
Legislative Branch: Senate
Judicial Branch: Imperial High Court

The government is divided into roughly two independent sections: provincal governments and the imperial government. Provinces maintain a great deal of autonomy in practice, though the Second Empire has established some uniform laws. It is somewhat similar to the United States in the federal government and state government. However, thrown into the mix is the referandum, which can be used to repeal any law or implement any law. It is used mainly by those who cannot pass laws through the Senate, or when the Emperor is likely to veto legislation.

People:

The people of Fluffywuffy are midly well educated, but not the best. Not the worst either. They are a conservative bunch, and they believe they have a manifest destiny to become the world's premier power. They view wars and intervention, if successful, as showing off the power of Fluffywuffy. Failures are an evil communist conspiracy to overthrow the government and oppress the people.... Finally, the people are fairly religious, roughly 80% being Universal Catholics (a native split from the Roman Catholic church). The rest are Protestants, Muslims, Jews, Buddhists, and Hindus by order of population.

Political Parties

Liberty Party-the Liberty Party is a libertarian party, and is mainly laissez-faire. About 1/2 popular support.

Isolationist Party-the Isolationist Party is just that: a party which wants to make Fluffywuffy isolated from the world. They used to be fairly popular, back when manifest destiny looked as if it could never happen. Now they are on the wane, with 1/4 popular support.

Reform Party-the Reform Party is the rising rival to the Liberty party, and, by allying itself with the Isolationist Party in an alliance of neccesity, it is growing quickly. It focuses on cutting the religion budget and send all the money to education. They focus on forging Fluffywuffy into an economic super power. Also about 1/4 popular support, but quickly growing.

Communist Party-the Communist Party wishes to overthrow the government of Fluffywuffy (by referandum) and create a communist nation. They keep putting the Communist Amendment to the ballot, and the cost of doing it repeatedly has drained its coffers. It used to have a few notable backers, which at one point made it a strong party. But now it is nothing but a few thousand people.

OOC: Czardas, I've gotta say this is a little dubious. After all, government-level messages in my nation, at least, are encrypted with PGP which, to my knowledge, is unbreakable without an impossible amount of computing power, or billions of years. While it is probably not too hard to actually see the encrypted messages, decrypting them would be ridiculous. But whatever. Like I said, I'm working on my next post, in which I'll denounce all of you and ready my forces JUST IN CASE this leads to war. By the way, when it does, no WMD's okay? I'd prefer my nation survive this in one form or another.

Secret Official Communique:
TO: The government of the Warmaster
From: Borman Warrior

Our soldiers have grown bored of simple training, they have not seen actual combat in many years. However we have a heavy diplomatic load on our plate, so to speak, and thus we dont have the time or leadership to manage soldiers. However, we have the men and resources. As such we will be sending a hy00ge part of our military to assist you.
5,000,000 Regular Infantry soldiers
5,000,000 Marines
50 Yorktown class carriers
50 Nimitz class carriers
300 Updated Iowa Battleships
100 Godzilla Arsenal ships
200 Ticonderoga class cruisers
200 Spruance class Destroyers
200 Arleigh-Burke class Aegis Cruisers
200 Oliver Hazard Perry Frigates
100,000,000 drums of oil
1,000 F22 fighter planes
1,000 B2 Bombers
10,000 M1A2 Tanks
10,000,000 XM8 Assault Rifles
5,000,000 Boxes of Assault rifle ammunition

We hope these help you in defeating your enemies. With all these military assets we shall also send 30 Billion US Dollars.

-END-

OOC: Czardas, I've gotta say this is a little dubious. After all, government-level messages in my nation, at least, are encrypted with PGP which, to my knowledge, is unbreakable without an impossible amount of computing power, or billions of years. While it is probably not too hard to actually see the encrypted messages, decrypting them would be ridiculous. But whatever. Like I said, I'm working on my next post, in which I'll denounce all of you and ready my forces JUST IN CASE this leads to war. By the way, when it does, no WMD's okay? I'd prefer my nation survive this in one form or another.
[ooc:] I didn't actually say we'd be able to understand the messages, just that we'd receive them in whatever form they'd come...so we'd get whatever messages there are, but that wouldn't necessarily mean that we could decode them very easily. What you're describing are top-end systems that Czardas's huge computer networks would probably take ages to decode, running at full processor speed and using all available memory etc., and of course they can't because a good deal of memory is anyway going towards decrypting messages from the dozens of other nations we have in our network.

No more OOC messages anyway. And right, no WMDs. It's highly unlikely that we'd have enough money to build one anyway.

[ic:]

A high-security compound in southern Czardas

The personnel man sits down at the computer and presses the spacebar to unfreeze the computer screen.

Decrypting: 87% complete
Estimated time remaining: 16 hours

"Still? Weird. It's been decrypting nonstop for the past five-and-a-half days, and that's with the whole network across the South wired to this alone."

His comrade says, "Must be really high-end. Of course, since it's come through from another country encrypted like this, it probably won't be just a friendly greeting."

"Let the supercomps do their job," says the first. "Meanwhile we've got our own work to do."

Many hours later

The computer screen flicks into life and a message springs onto the screen.

Decryption completed successfully.
Message contents: Open as Word document RTF

A suburb of Czarna

Generally, when Kari Alhoun is wakened at three o'clock in the morning, it is for some kind of emergency, and this is no exception. Stumbling groggily into his clothes, rubbing his bleary eyes and reaching for the telephone, he says, "Hello?"

Listening to the voice on the other end seems to make him forget his weariness. Alert and suddenly more alive, he packs up his laptop and runs to his car, parked outside. Its lights blink into life as he revs up and zooms along the quiet street, setting dogs to barking in the dark shapes that are the houses where the Czardaians sleep.

A few minutes later, the car is pulling into his usual stop before the huge white granite building that is Congress Hall. Alhoun shows his ID, barely glancing at the guard, and steps into the elevator.

He walks into Briefing Room #6 a few minutes later.

The two others gathered there glance at him slightly. Airya Wong speaks first. "You got my message?"

"Yes. The Sacred Emperor has help." Alhoun sits in the chair proffered.

General Ogden speaks now. The head of Czardas's military says in a grave tone, "And more than we alone can deal with, it seems."

"We weren't able to decrypt all of the message, but even the numbers alone are worrisome," says Wong. The series of numbers decoded from the message appear on a screen. "Troop numbers are usually listed at the beginning, so it appears that they are giving ten million troops to aid Warmaster. That's also more easily deducable because no-one has ten million ships or ten million planes, and in comparison would send so few troops. Following that is a long series of 2-3 digit numbers probably referring to ships, because there aren't so many types of planes around. This ends at the hundred million, which is either money, weapons, ammunition, or oil. I'm not all too sure which. The two thousands below that are probably planes, since not too much is left. Next is ten thousand, which could be tanks, missile launchers, or transport crafts; each is quite as worrisome as the other. That's all we've managed to decode, but it sounds like Borman Warrior is sending a vast force to aid Warmaster."

"Those numbers are worrisome, yes," says Ogden. "Especially considering that the whole Czardaian military currently contains perhaps half that full number. Except for our air force, of course."

Alhoun says, "It looks like this will be a larger operation than we thought at first. Warmaster has an ally already. It might gain more. On our side, at least temporarily, we have Fluffywuffy, Gyrobot, and Brydog -- at least, that's everyone who's offered a condemnation. There are probably more."

"One more thing. Decoding this took a while. We may have lost valuable time to find out our enemies' strength," says Wong.

"All this time, Czardaian troops have been mobilizing in preparation for war," says Ogden. "Two hundred thousand of our shocktroops are prepared for anything as usual, and over a million are preparing. Not counting our training volunteer forces. In addition, we've been preparing reserve planes and gearing up our arms manufacturing industry."

"General, how many planes do we have now?"

"Well over five thousand by now. Perhaps over six thousand. I have to check the reports."

"Good," says Alhoun. "We can send out the troops in our Skyhawks, if we need to. General, bring our alert status from 2 to 4, and get your troops together. Let's wait and see what happens next."

A screen in the room flickers into life and the face of an aide of General Ogden appears.

"General, it appears that Borman Warrior is mobilizing large numbers of troops and equipment."

"Our satellite shots?"

"Yes, sir."

"Very well. Raise our alert status to 4 and let's have a little mobilization of our own. Hurry things up, all right?"

"Yes, sir. Transmission over."

The screen shuts off.

Ogden turns back to the other two and says, "All right. I'm counting on you people to inform the rest of the Council while I go off to the different bases and make sure everything's running smoothly."

"Okay, General," Alhoun says. "I'll talk to Andreas and Violet. Airya, you contact The Czar, if he doesn't already know."

Wong salutes comically. "All right, 2nd Lt. Alhoun..."

Alhoun grins. "I retired ages ago and I'm not all too proud of my service in the army. My squadron was massacred during the Battle of Aurdania."

"Yes, I remember that. Pity you had to get your group killed in the one battle we won."

"Ha."

Ogden speaks now. "It's a nice thing to reminisce on our past triumphs, but this is really not the time. A different war now, after all, and probably a harder one."

"Right you are, General. I'm putting FLD-X1297 on high alert." Wong sounds a little bit doubtful. "And FLD-X1108."

"You do that."

The meeting breaks up.

-------------------------------

A naval base near Mariosz

"New missiles, eh?"

"Yeah. Ballistic, I think."

"Huh. Separating warheads? Water-controlled explosions? Two hundred meter radius? What does this stuff mean?"

"Beats me, do I look like an engineer?"

"All right. So we load these babies into the subs..."

"Right. Lift it...They want how many each?"

"Six, apparently."

"That's a hundred and twenty missiles there, or some shit. And each of them has like a two-hundred-meter radius. Whoa."

"It's the closest we'll ever come to having nukes, except for the Spec Op mini incendiaries."

"Yeah."

Diplomatic Communique From the Potentates Palacial Quarters, to the throne of the Sacred Emperor

In retrospect with how we (our foreign relations department) has acted in the recent past, we cannot with the good will of our people, fully involve ourselves in a conflict in favor of a regime that is largely disliked by the populace. However we pledge to you defense should foreign troops violate the sovreignty of your regime by encroaching upon your national borders. Having ourselves already a great stockpile of weapons in your great nation, as well as a foreign fleet docked in Korronis. We will immediately take action to reinforce our fleet there in the interest of securing peace. We will in addition voice our concern to Czardas and other agressors in their pursuit of aggression with the Sacred Emperor's Regime, do not infringe upon his sovreignty lest you wish to face the wrath of many. The following ships are enroute to Korronis to reinforce our fleet there.

The Third Foreign Fleet
The Maximillian
Ul'yanovsk Class Aircraft Carrier
The Harlot
Charles de Gaulle CVN
The Imperious
Alfonso Class Psovian Super Carrier
Plebus
Kirov Class Guided Missile Cruiser
Apollyon
Roska Class Battleships
Triad
Visby Class
Aganon
Kirov Class Guided Missile Cruiser
Royaume
Kirov Class Guided Missile Cruiser
Joan D'arc
Neustrashimy Class Frigate
Rosseau
HYDRA CLASS
Socrates
DUKE CLASS
Kruschev
Typhoon Class

If there is further agression these ships will be pledged to the defense of Warmaster waters, in addition to protecting Psovian Forces that will then be sent to defend Warmaster soil as well.

Minister of War
Ronald Alfred Lloyd

Diplomatic Communique From the Potentates Palacial Quarters, to the throne of the Sacred Emperor

In retrospect with how we (our foreign relations department) has acted in the recent past, we cannot with the good will of our people, fully involve ourselves in a conflict in favor of a regime that is largely disliked by the populace. However we pledge to you defense should foreign troops violate the sovreignty of your regime by encroaching upon your national borders. Having ourselves already a great stockpile of weapons in your great nation, as well as a foreign fleet docked in Korronis. We will immediately take action to reinforce our fleet there in the interest of securing peace. We will in addition voice our concern to Czardas and other agressors in their pursuit of aggression with the Sacred Emperor's Regime, do not infringe upon his sovreignty lest you wish to face the wrath of many. The following ships are enroute to Korronis to reinforce our fleet there.

The Third Foreign Fleet
The Maximillian
Ul'yanovsk Class Aircraft Carrier
The Harlot
Charles de Gaulle CVN
The Imperious
Alfonso Class Psovian Super Carrier
Plebus
Kirov Class Guided Missile Cruiser
Apollyon
Roska Class Battleships
Triad
Visby Class
Aganon
Kirov Class Guided Missile Cruiser
Royaume
Kirov Class Guided Missile Cruiser
Joan D'arc
Neustrashimy Class Frigate
Rosseau
HYDRA CLASS
Socrates
DUKE CLASS
Kruschev
Typhoon Class

If there is further agression these ships will be pledged to the defense of Warmaster waters, in addition to protecting Psovian Forces that will then be sent to defend Warmaster soil as well.

Minister of War
Ronald Alfred Lloyd

From the Sacred Emperor to Psov: (OFFICIAL DIPLOMATIC COMMUNIQUE)

We thank you for your pledge of aid and for standing with us against the evil of the infidel aggressors. Let us join together then, to purge the world of such filth and make it safe for the generations to come! If war is what they desire, then Psov and the Imperium shall face it as they always have-allied.

Goverenment Broadcast, People's Broadcasting Network

Pavel Baiki, Kilani's famous news anchor/government mouth piece is once again at his desk, smiling his trademark grin.

"Comrades of Kilani," he says, "Our intelligence agencies have recieved word that the foul and oppressive Facists and Monarchists of the Imperium ahve begun oppressing our Working Comrades and Laborers. The People's Senate has voted to liberate our Comrades and spread the word of Communism. It as been decided that the 1st Fleet and the 2nd Army will be mobilized to defeat the Facists and Moarchists. Please report to you mustering stations immediatly. Thank you Comrades! Victory or Death!"

End Broadcast


The People's Republic of Kilani has mobilized their troops for intervention.


The People's Republic of Kilani is a blatantly communist nation, ruled by a president and a senate. The ruling party, the Kilani People's Party has been in power ever since the revolution and looks to remain that way as they get a large portion of the vote every election year.

The people are moderately educated and most go about their lives content to follow the ruling party, as most still remember the brutally oppressive rule of the Corporatists twenty years ago.

The army is large, as service is compulsory for all adult citizens. However, it is not exceedingly well trained and tends to attack en masse with large amounts of artillery, tanks, and infantry.

[ooc:] Information on Czardas you need to know:

Czardas is a fairly small nation, with most of its population concentrated in several major cities (Czarna, Dorándor, Palma, Mjenaz are the largest of these). My NSwiki page (in sig) is out of date, but the geography is still largely accurate. Its people are very patriotic and proud of their wide-ranging civil and political freedoms, and will fight to the death to protect them.

Or at least some of them. Except in times of invasion, Czardas's army is quite small for a nation of its size. Generally the maximum number of mobilized troops for a strike on another nation does not exceed 2.7 million combatant. Czardas's main strong point is its air force, which is internationally notorious for its daring strikes. The best-known feature of this air force is the small FC-159 (US: F/A-59) Dagger, a small armored blue plane with a needle extension from the nose, carrying only about 8 ATA or ATG missiles but deadly in close combat with other planes. This is important to remember in determining your losses (if any).

Likewise, Czardas's weak point is its navy, or lack thereof. That's one reason why naval attacks on Czardas tend to be more successful than others. Generally, the only defense is to send out bomber and multirole aircraft out to strike at ships until they surrender, or Czardas's group of 20 stealth submarines loaded with highly successful expanding warheads that destroy everything within a 200-m radius of their point of impact.

Czardas is a direct democracy with participation optional for ages 13-18 and mandatory for 18 and up. This means that most people are very well educated, although Czardas's devotion to education might also have something to do with it. The main antiwar group is the Czardaian Pacifist Front, with over 32 million members throughout the country. This must be factored in when calculating reserves, as nearly a third of these are young people eligible for service.

Czardas has generally had a peaceful history and has not desired to be drawn into wars unless it appears necessary. This is one of those instances where foreign intervention seems very important to end the spread of religious dictatorship. The only previous wars involved either invasions of Czardas itself (or one of its allies), or peacekeeping missions against genocide or rebellion.

Czardas has no head of state. Rather, a council of about 15-20 members governs the affairs of the country. The Secretary-General could be said to be the leader because s/he keeps the records of the council. Below this an "upper house", the Council of 400, proposes bills to be voted on by the "lower house", Czardasnet, the assembly of all the citizens.

There are several political parties the people identify themselves with. The breakdown in the Council of 400 is a pretty good idea of what it's like:

The People's Conservative Party - 167 seats (On the left, aiming to conserve the system of government that has endured until now, and the rights of citizens.)
Federal Democratic Party - 122 seats (On the right, aiming for a stronger government)
Libertarian Expansionist Party - 65 seats (Libertarian, pro-intervention, pro-capitalism)
Communist Party - 33 seats (Communist, with similar ideals)
Aristocratic Party - 10 seats (An extreme version of the FDP, pro-aristocracy of the educated)
Independent - 3 seats (The people who don't indentify themselves with any party, or want to end the party system)

Besides these, there are literally thousands of smaller political parties containing from as few as five to thirty-six thousand individuals, none of which has ever gathered enough support to gain a seat in the Council. The only rules for creating a political party are that it be supported by a minimum of 5 people, and have an implementable ideal.

Czardas is currently recovering from the economic depression it set into following the war with Imperial Galactica, and unemployment is slowly going down while the national GDP goes up, partly due to increased foreign trade and an increase in the arms manufacturing sector (in preparation for future possible wars).

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OOC: Sorry this took so long, RL called...Fluffywuffy and Co, I'd prefer you to make the first move if possible. But here it is, my grand condemnation of your aggression!

IC: The same cold wind that tore through Korronis swirled through the lands of the infidels as well. Lucifer supposed that connected them in some way, but connections were meant to be severed.
The enemies of the Imperium had multiplied in fury and in number since the deaths of the naysaying Prefects. Only a few of their allies had shown even the slightest inclination to defend the Empire’s honor, while the others lay silent. And yet, for all the magnitude of firepower that could be directed at the heart of the Imperium, the people were not afraid. Lucifer grinned. Then again, after all this time, he could hardly be expected to underestimate the skills of his priests in deceit.
The democratic fools were screeching about universal human rights, religious freedom, and other nonsense. Let them! The Kregaian continent had never been conquered since the Imperium itself was founded, centuries ago, for good reason. The Legions were prepared to fight for their gods and their Emperor, and Czardas, Fluffywuffy and the others didn’t seem to grasp that for even such titans as they were, to conquer the Empire they would have to flow oceans of their own blood.
Standing in the media studio within the Imperial Palace, Lucifer would reach out tonight to all his subjects, and to his foes in the world, and show them the heart of power. The world would hear him and see that here was a nation that would not be destroyed with ease.

“All right, your Majesty, we’re live in 5...4...3...2...1...”

Looking into the camera, Lucifer began.

“People of the Imperium and of the world, tonight I speak of oppression and of arrogance. Listen to me as your fellow nations have not, and hear my determination to protect what is ours.
“The Second Empire of Fluffywuffy recently passed legislation allowing it to intervene, with military force if necessary, in the affairs of any other nation. It is the duty of all rational beings to recognize this behavior as a threat to the stability of the entire world. We have given Fluffywuffy its chance, and they have not corrected their imperialist behavior.
“The aggression directed at the Empire at the moment amounts to no more than religious persecution. Those who slander us in their faraway palaces have no understanding of our ways, and yet have taken it upon themselves to violently enslave us to their way of life.
“Therefore, there is only one response that the Imperium has left to take. If Fluffywuffy is so determined to erase the culture of the Empire, and so bent on belligerent hatred as to legalize the invasion of any nation they deem necessary, then they shall see the resistance of the Imperium. As of tonight, the entire Imperial Armed Forces are on standby, and the Empire is preparing for war. We have no intention other than self-defense against nations that would destroy us, and we thank Psov and Borman Warrior for their assistance against our mutual foes. Faith, as the Second Empire shall soon see, is a weapon of the Imperium that no army has ever stood against. I say to those who hate us, we will not touch you. It will be for you to molest us, if war is your desire, and I warn you that if you do your soldiers shall die in the millions, and we shall build a bridge of their corpses back to your native lands, which we shall utterly destroy. Such is the fate the gods pronounce on their enemies.
“There is one remaining chance for peace at this eleventh hour. Fluffywuffy, Czardas, and all their allies against us must not disturb Imperial peace, and only in this way will war be averted. To do otherwise is to confirm to the world that your desire is not only war, but a war that will lead to deaths unnumbered. I assure you, we do not want war, but if it is your desire than you leave me no choice. So pray to whatever gods you serve that you are not called upon to desecrate the Imperium with war, but that your governments see the light of justice and abort this gathering storm.”

OOC: By the way, I was thinking of starting a separate war thread for my fight against Fluffywuffy and Co. Anyone agree? disagree? or should we just use this thread?

OOC: By the way, I was thinking of starting a separate war thread for my fight against Fluffywuffy and Co. Anyone agree? disagree? or should we just use this thread?
[ooc:] We can just use this thread; spares us the trouble. IC post will come later.

EDIT: You know what, I think I'll just go ahead and post ICly

IC:

Doom Citadel, Doomingsland

The Emperor was surrounded by a grand entourage aids, kneeling before him as he sat on his guilded throne. They had been called there upon his request, for the situation in Warmaster was heating up. Fluffywuffy, who was considered to be on good terms with the Empire, was preparing to attack a fellow CAD nation. That was something the Empire could not forgive. Or forget.

And, so, the gears of war began to turn as several legions were mobilized for deployment to Warmaster to allow for the commencement of defensive operations. Already several squadrons of F-78 series aircraft were en route to bolster the local air defense grid. This alone would severely dent any air assault.

In addition to this, the Emperor had decreed that three Legions be deployed, all armored. These would be used to aid local forces in crushing any invasion attempt. However, this was only 17,000 men total. It wasn't much, but it would do for now.

Amidst the grand throne room, who's dark pillars stretched into the heavens, the Emperor spoke,

"Brothers, the time for action has come. What are our options?"

An old general was the first to speak up,

"My Liege, as you are well aware, our Legions draw ever closer to the shores of our ally. These will be but the first of many to join in our righteous crusade on these barbarians that seek to do our ally harm. Their equipment is currently among the most advanced in the world. While Fluffywuffy does operate formidable M-29 tanks manufactured here in the Empire, they will be of little help to their doomed armies. Those weapons are quite outdated, indeed."

Next to speak up was an airforce general,

"Twelve squadrons of F-78s of various makes have already been deployed, and are schedualed to arrive within the hour. These alone should be enough to maintain air superiority over allied skies. Supposedly the enemy's airforce is formidable. We shall see about that." he said with a wry smile.

The Emperor nodded.

"Very well. Keep me informed of the situation. Also, I would like to keep the option of airstrikes on their capitals open. You are dismissed."

The aids bowed their heads and promptly exited the room.

When all were gone, the Emperor spoke softly to himself,

"The fools have already professed themselves enemy of God. As such, they must be purged for their insolence. Perhaps this calls for Crusade?..."

He paused for a moment, then smiled. He called for his secretary and ordered for an official statement to be issued.

Official Imperial Statement

It has come to the attention of the Empire that several insolent nations intend to make war on the most righteous Sacred Emperor. Let it be universaly known now that he and his people are now under the protection of the Empire. An act of war on them will be an act of war on us. Reflect carefully on this, for the sake of your people.

Terahon, Capital of One World Nation

The World Controller Sarah Gardner sat in her luxurious office within the Palace of the World Controller as she connected her brain to MINDNET and IM'ed the Head of the Office of Foreign Policy.


Text of Instant Message

WC- Explain what this, "War on Democracy" is all about.
HOFP- In basic, a group of Dictators are waging a full scale assault on a group of democratic nations
WC- Should we get involved in this?
HOFP- No, this is a human war, let the humans work this out.
WC- Agreed.



World Controller Sarah Gardner
Alliances: n/a
The United Global Emirates of One World Nation
Obey the Oligarchs, They Know What is Best

Czardaian Foreign Office

As the news rolls in, Kari Alhoun's face becomes graver.

"Doomingsland sends aid to The Warmaster...not counting Psov and Borman Warrior... What do we have on Doomingsland?"

"Not very much," says his assistant Lorin Dax. "Just that...let's see, they're well known for their air force. It's apparently even better than ours, and better known."

"Better than ours? It must be pretty darned good in that case." Alhoun grins. "Very well. It looks like we'll need to take some major action."

Alhoun opens a new messaging window with General Ogden and begins to type rapidly.

<Kari.Alhoun> Hi General. I've got a question—how many operational wings do we have?
<Henrik.Ogden> Out of 100, we've got ten ready.
<Kari.Alhoun> Right. Get all ten out there, and another ten on standby.
<Henrik.Ogden> Are you sure? That's a lot of planes.
<Kari.Alhoun> Someone called Doomingsland is aiding Warmaster, and we'll need some help to get rid of them.
<Kari.Alhoun> Doomingsland's AF has consistently performed even better than ours in some major battles.
<Henrik.Ogden> I've heard of them.
<Henrik.Ogden> They're apparently great fighters...It will be a pity to kill them.
<Kari.Alhoun> All right. We want the first ten wings to be readied for assault. Next ten on standby, and prepare twenty more wings just in case.

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Ardaja Airbase

Czardas's vast Air Force has been liberated from all overseas missions and all available planes have been prepared for war. The first ten wings, one after another, containing different types of planes launch themselves from the landing field. The Daggers and Kestrels are VTOL; the rest soon follow, preparing for an air battle the likes of which has never been seen.

Accompanying the force of planes—itself larger than the air forces of some smaller nations—are about ten Hailstorms, vast armored bombers carrying several dozen missiles, nearly 72, plus at least one larger incendiary missile bearing the destructive power of an expanding-warhead bomb. Meanwhile, far below in Czardas, another ten wings are being readied for combat, and twenty submarines launch themselves from Mariosz port for The Warmaster's shores.

What seems like an army of blue planes sets off for The Warmaster. Death will reach the enemy with their arrival.

[ooc:] Each wing contains 40 Daggers (small armored fighter/attack craft that make up the main fighter base), 15 Strikers (light multirole bombers with fighter capabilities), 15 Peregrines (larger fighters with ground attack capabilities), and 2 Kestrels (stealth craft). I have no official stats on any of these posted anywhere if you feel that you will need any.

Aquila AFB, Warmaster

The last of the fighters had touched down less than twenty minutes before the call came in from the High Command. The Czardaian Airforce had launched quite a large formation, bound for Warmaster. This was an unpleasant surprise for the Doomingsland Imperial Airforce, which hadn't expected such timely intervention on the part of their enemy. The twelve Imperial squadrons were hopelessly outnumbered. However, that wasn't accounting for local surface-to-air missiles and fighter aircraft. The Warmaster Airforce would no doubt be aiding in this battle.

The prospect of being outnumbered was by no means had taken part in, they were outnumbered at least four to one, in one case well over one to ten. They had never lost a major battle. Why this was so would soon become apparent to the Czardaians.

There was time for the pilots to be briefed on what they were up against before the arrival of the enemy aircraft. They would be instructed on precisely how to engage based on whatever prior knoweldge the commanders possessed on Czardaian technology and tactics. There wasn't much of this, however.

Aquila AFB had quite a formidable array of air defenses, ranging from MIM-225 Apostle II surface-to-air missiles to Triarii IV low altitude air defense systems. All of this was tied to several powerful land based RADAR, LIDAR/LADAR, infrared, and other systems, allowing for the detection of even the stealthiest of enemy fighters. If the Czardaians actualy succeeded in defeating the fighters and continue on to the base, they would be met with a hail of SAMs and tripple-A the likes of which had never been seen.

Suporting the friendly aircraft was a single E-515 AWACS aircraft, providing RADAR coverage for an area exceeding five hundred miles along with an advanced DOPPLER LIDAR system and passive RADAR recievers. This massive aircraft would stay well out of range of enemy action, and her 50-man crew would be in charge of coordinating the battle.

When the enemy came within an hour's flight of Warmaster airspace, the fighters would be scrambled and the battle would commence. Soon enough, two mighty airforces would be clashing in skies that belonged to niether of them...

OOC:So, pretty much post when your an hour's flight of his airspace, then I'll post my initial attack.

And for some numbers:

4x Interceptor Squadrons
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12x F-78I Demon II interceptors each, making for a total of 48x F-78Is


6x Air Superiority Squadrons
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12x F-78E Demon II air superiority fighters each, making for a total of 72x F-78Es

2x Strike Squadrons
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12x F-78G Strike Demon multirole fighters each, making for a total of 24x F-78Gs

Over international waters, approaching The Warmaster.

As the planes head towards The Warmaster's airspace, the AWACS crafts somewhat behind exchange communication with Central Command, preparing to launch the battle inevitably coming ahead.

"Now, the Doomingsland air force generally relies on its knowledge of enemy tactics and equipment to win its battles. Fortunately, we haven't participated in too many other major wars, so they don't know all too much about our tactics," Air Marshal Karlsen's voice crackles through the radio.

Commander Horan, in charge of the first wave, answers. "Right, Commander. So which formations do we use this time?"

"Well, remember the fundamental principle of Czardaian warfare as Finlay of the 14th Spec Ops summarized it: 'Let them throw at us everything they've got. And when they're all out, we attack.'"

"Sir?"

"So let them shoot all the missiles they have at you—with your Daggers evasive action is easy—and then, when they're out of S-to-A and A-to-A missiles, attack. We have the advantage of numbers here, remember that. Each Dagger is also a needle-plane and you can use that to your advantage—skewering an enemy plane destroys it just as well as bombing it, and costs less."

"Yes, sir. Anything else?"

"Keep out of SAM range if you can. That means keeping the planes at about 60,000+ feet. I know that's a bit hard, but I'm counting on the Daggers to keep that ready."

"All right."

An aide calls Horan on another radio. "Groundscan reports back from satellites. Enemy planes are preparing for a strike once we get within RADAR and LADAR range."

"Very well," says Horan. "All planes, get into Arrowhead formation."

Somewhere far from the aircraft, hundreds of planes form up into a massive three-dimensional arrowhead.

"Prepare to enter enemy range. Accelerate up to top speeds."

The formation screams forward into the radius of enemy coverage at speeds far exceeding the speed of sound, with the Daggers leading the attack, the bombers and larger fighters close behind. Death, the inevitable reward of the immoral, is coming to the foes of democracy and freedom.

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Meanwhile, in international waters, submarines are making their way towards The Warmaster, and the next ten wings of aircraft are being oiled and refueled for battle.

OOC:Ummm, you relize that attempting to crash into another aircraft is going to get your plane killed in the process, right?

IC:

Contrary to the belief of Air Marshall Karlson, the DIAF rarely knew anything of the enemy's tactics and strategies when going into battle. As a result, he would find that he had, in fact, severely underestimated his enemy, and would pay with the lives of his men as a result.

The fact that the long range missiles carried by the fighters were capable of outmaneuvering even the most nimble of aircraft would also punch a hole right through his plan.

The order to scramble came as the enemy neared Warmaster airspace, roughly four hundred miles from Aquila AFB. This was well within the range of the MIM-230C Angelus theatre surface-to-air missiles that equiped the base, which were designed to plink enemy bombers at ranges exceeding 500 miles. Collecting data from nearly every detection system that was picking up something on the enemy formation, the missiles exploded out of their launch boxes, rocketing to match the altitude of the enemy bombers. Once they reached that altitude, their solid fuel rocket engines disconected, revealing a SCRAMjet engine, which then activated, propeling the missiles to speeds exceeding mach seven.

One hundred and fifty such missiles were launched, targetting the enemy bombers, which would have a difficult time maneuvering.

With that first volley off, the F-78s took their cue and kicked in their afterburners, their forward swept wings moving forwards, allowing for them to push to a speed of mach 3.5. The aircraft climbed to an altitude of 75,000 feet, well above the enemy fighters, allowing for them to get the initial drop.

However, before they closed within range to turn it into a furball, they had other buisiness to attend to.

Once within 210 miles of the enemy aircraft, each aircraft released eight to twelve AIM-210 XSRAAM air-to-air missiles each, the F-78Es carrying twelve, the other variants carrying eight each, making for a grand total of 1,440 missiles streaking towards the enemy air armada, guided by the AWACS' RADAR and LIDAR and their own internal RADAR, LIDAR, LADAR, and IR systems, making the use of countermeasures almost pointless. More than enough to deal a crippling blow to the attack. However, the maneuverability of the Daggers would be put to the ultimate test with the launch of these weapons. As their ramjet engines pushed the missiles to speeds exceeding mach six, they would rapidly approach the enemy formation, detonating their large thermobaric warheads (which would crush the enemy aircraft like tin cans from sheer overpressure or simply incinerate them) when close enough. Relying on speed, the would swarm the fighters, making evasion extremely difficult. However, if an enemy aircraft were to dodge the initial strike, the missile's wings would fold backwards, revealing forward sweeping wings. This, in conjunction with 3D thrust vectoring, would allow for the missiles to quickly reverse direction and go for yet another pass.

This would continue until the missile ran out of fuel.

The maneuverability of the missiles actualy rivaled that of the aircraft launching them, which were considered to be among the most maneuverable craft in the world. The Czardaian concept of 'Let them throw at us everything they've got. And when they're all out, we attack' would prove to be a fatal flaw in their strategy...

If the enemy were to survive that first launch of missiles, depending on how many aircraft were left, the fighters would either close to finish them off with short an medium range AAMs, or simply retreat back to base, lureing the enemy within range of air defenses.

[ooc:] In most cases, that would be true. However, the needles are not used just to dive-bomb enemy planes. They can also use the needle to run through the top or bottom of another plane while flying directly overhead, or in the manner of a sword, by stabbing.

[ic:]

The order comes through to the planes from the AWACS craft. "Missiles incoming. Break formation into Fan."

As the surface-to-air missiles approach, the entire Czardaian formation explodes in lines of blue, all streaming upwards in a fan-like formation. By the time the missiles arrive several seconds later, there is not a single plane within the missile range.

...Except for the large bombers against which the missiles were targeted, of course. When the missiles are launched, the Hailstorms are still well outside the missile range, but the huge bombers continue to approach, blissfully unaware of the approaching missiles. They have reached missile range by the time the formation breaks. The bombers in the lead realize what is coming to them first and break their own formation, turning back to get out of range. The rest follow suit, but a second too late. The sky lights up with explosions as five of the massive bombers fall victim to the missiles. One spirals out of the sky towards the sea, but the rest, loaded with missiles, simply explode in bright flashes of color.

The break of the arrowhead formation will deter any other ground attacks as the Daggers ascend to a height of over 80,000 feet, far above even the approaching enemy planes. Keeping at speeds of around Mach 3, they continue towards the enemy aircraft, knowing that in close combat none but the highest quality air force could ever hope to defeat Czardas. The Daggers also launch a barrage of AAMs in the general direction of the enemy, of a similar make: satellite-guided, high-speed, and—all-importantly—separating. When it gets close to a solid target, the missile would split into several parts, allowing oxygen into the explosives and causing an explosion that would incinerate everything within approximately 50 m. They were basically similar to the warheads each submarine was loaded with, but only one-fourth as strong.

Each of the Daggers launches a total of four such missiles, for a total of 1600, aimed at the enemy airforce. Any missiles that evaded the enemy crafts would continue on until they hit a solid target, any solid target—although their general trajectory would eventually take them to the enemy airbase.

The Strikers, meanwhile, launch their own return volley. All but six of the bombers launch five missiles each—satellite-guided air-to-air—aimed at the F-78s. In lines of fire that make the Daggers seem painfully slow in comparison, they streak towards the F-78s and, unknown to the Daggers, the opposing air-to-air missiles streaming towards the Daggers, which the F-78s have just released. The two streams of fire are set on a collision course...

However, the bombers have yet to drop their main cargo. That will be reserved for the airbase. Keeping a wide arc away from the F-78s, who the Daggers will deal with, and staying at approximately 65,000 feet and speeds of Mach 3.5 with their fighter cover, they head towards the mainland, to deter attacks from any other force that might attack them.

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The 2nd Air Fleet is finally ready. The next formation of ten wings takes off into the sky, this time accompanied by more supply planes bearing fuel and extra missiles. Another ten Hailstorms accompany this group as it approaches The Warmaster at full speed—the Hailstorms are a little slower and somewhat farther behind, but the rest of the formation continues at about Mach 3, which will get them within range of the enemy within only a few hours. Perhaps even less than that.

The war had started, and Doomingsland had joined The Warmaster. Unfortunate, as the Second Empire had viewed Doomingsland with some respect. But now all gloves were off, and Fluffywuffy would begin its first action of the war. It would act against Doomingsland first, and apply the usual strategies of total war that the Second Empire liked to apply.

All of the NASN-01 submarines were recalled, and ordered off the coast of Doomingsland. There were six hundred of them, and their past use had been launching nuclear cruise missiles. It got around pesky anti-ICBM satelites and the like. This time, however, they were simply outfitted with their cruise missiles and their torpedoes. Older subs would also join them, while the rest of the fleet would stay home. The surface fleet, while large when compared to that of smaller nations, was small and not as up to date when compared to the undersea fleet. The subs would take not immediate action, save remain as stealthy as possible, and no declaration of unrestricted submarine warfare was made. It was declared off the coast of The Warmaster, however.

Back on land, the strategic air wing of the Imperial Air Force readied all of its strategic bombers, shifting many of them to bases closer to Doomingsland. However, as a feint, a few flights of bombers were ordered to attack a few non-important targets in The Warmaster. The military told the press that the bombers were moved to allow for their defense in depth against a possible The Warmaster attack to disable the strategic air wing.

In charge of the so-called Strategic Group A, the group that officialy was to manage the war against The Warmaster, was General James K. McClellan, a man who had served against Whittier in what was probably the shortest war in either nation's history. McClellan was a short man, overweight, and, by many accounts, a drunkard. His thick beard and long hair were nonregulation, and made him look like a drunken hobo who had just enlisted in the army. However, it was foolish to underestimate the man, though old age had somewhat negatively affected his strategic thinking.

McClellan met in the Imperial Palace with the Emperor, where he was to explain his plans. True to form, the stubborn old commander did not salute the Emperor, and he had a large bottle of vodka to assuage his desire for Baccus's vine. He spoke in the stereotypical aristocratic Southern accent of Virginia, stopping to take a swig of whiskey from his bottle.

"We-ell, gentlemen, I assure you we are goin' to stick it to these bastards. Y'all know what we've done in the past, and the present ain't any different. Czardas has gone and wrecked our plans a bit, but it don't matter. You see how I done moved the subs and Air Force 'round? Well, lemme tell you, it's gonna leave the enemy guessin'. I hope they find out how we moved our aircraft 'round with their satelites. It'll confuse the hell out of them." The General rambled on through a description of his planned operations (OOC: omited from here so y'all can't see all the pieces.)

In the end, the Emperor smiled. Though McClellan was clearly becomming senile and a drunkard, he still knew his stuff. And it was quite a bold plan, actually. A feint within a feint within a feint. And now to do his part.

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Hours later, the Emperor personally appeared on television once again. He called for an end to the bloodshed, and stated that he would personally visit the lands of the enemy to help negotiate a peace settlement.

Upon unleashing their volley of AIM-210s, the F-78s immediatly turned tail and headed back towards base. However, unbeknownst to them, the enemy missiles were capable of dealing damage to the airbase. As the aircraft neared Aquila AFB, several thousand missiles passed by underneath the formation, and began to impact the base.

Thousands of brilliant fireballs illuminated the ground and they slammed into the base structures and runways, melting the pavement and cratering the surface, crushing the hangars, flattening the traffic control towers and barracks. It was a horrible blow to DIAF. Within a few hours of their arrival, their base had been reduced to ashes, the ground crews slaughtered.

However, the air defenses that stretched outwards from the base were mostly intact. Control of these would now go to the AWACS crew, as the air defense command bunker had been located in the base, and was now a smoking ruin.

With their base gone, the BattleNet immediatly rerouted the squadrons to different allied Warmaster airbases within close vicinity to the late Aquila AFB to allow for them to quickly refuel and rearm. The day was just begining. This was but a hint of the bloodshed that was to come.

Somewhere, the Doomingslandian airbase explodes in a series of fireballs, but the Czardaian planes are not watching. As they fire their volley, the missiles from the F-78s come in.

A contingent of nearly 80 of the Daggers, aided by Kestrels, breaks off from the main body of planes to block the missiles sent towards the Strikers and the Peregrines, knowing that the larger planes will be unable to maneuver out of the way in time. Some of them return fire with missiles or even their guns, attempting to hit the missiles through sheer luck. Some of the missiles are deflected by the Daggers' armor. Others hit the Daggers, destroying them. The stealth Kestrels remain largely untouched, taking out the missiles from above. Nevertheless, about 250 missiles survive this, streaking straight for the Strikers and Peregrines. Strikers, deploying their anti-missile defenses, hold off the missiles long enough for the Peregrine divisions to escape with minimal losses, but ultimately the missiles reach incineration range of the Strikers, sending up massive explosions as the bombers tumble towards the sea.

The volley aimed towards the Daggers' main body is not quite as successful. The Daggers' initial volley must have taken some of them out—through luck or skill was anyone's guess—but the majority of them appear to be still there. The Daggers take evasive action fast, exploding in more brilliant flashes of blue, but whenever a plane dodges one of the missiles, it reverses and speeds after.

It can't go on for too much longer. Some of the Daggers manage to evade the missiles completely, diving upwards to heights of 90,000 feet or even higher, descending and spiraling in many directions, and heading off in directions that draw the missiles so far out they run out of fuel. But others are not so lucky. Eventually, the small aircraft simply give up. Some of them speed towards the Warmaster's shores in an attempt to throw off the missiles in a series of increasingly more elaborate maneuvers. But plane after plane explodes in a blaze of fire and light.

There is nothing the AWACS craft can do as it watches the massacre of the Daggers by the missiles. One after another the planes plummet from the sky or simply explode in mid-air. Eventually, about 180 of the Daggers seem to resolve to draw the missiles off to the Warmaster's coast, and, as the radar screens watch, descend to crash into naval and airbases along the coast, followed by the enemy missiles.

Of 400 Daggers, about sixty are left in the sky after the missile attack. Overall, due to supremely bad strategy and planning, the force has been massacred.

But that goes only for the Daggers. The Strikers are still there, very much so. The 72 Strikers remaining launch 8 missiles each after the F-78s, long-range RADAR/LADAR-guided air-to-air missiles of the expanding-warhead type used by the Daggers. 576 missiles sail through the air after the fighters, four locked on each plane, speeding along at about Mach 6.5, each locked onto an enemy plane. Then the Strikers too turn back, returning to the incoming formation.

The five Hailstorms remaining also launch their own long-range strike at whatever is left of Aquila AFB. They launch 30 missiles each—out of a total of 90—all traveling at very high speeds themselves, directed at the air defenses of the former airbase.

Meanwhile, not too far behind them, the next Czardaian formation is approaching, still within about 1000 miles but coming in fast. And it has learned its lessons from the bad strategy and planning of its ill-fated predecessors.

Section 38 Main Tactical Command Room:

The large open room was lit by a dull blue tactical lighting scene designed to keep the men here alert. Large screens covered the south wall of the room and they were displaying data on the attack on Doomingsland's forces in Warmaster. A the three star general on staff made the call to Chairman Murdock, in the outside world it was 4 in the afternoon when he recieved the call.

Murdock: Hello?

General: This is Section 38 Tactical Command sir, and its begun. A large strike force has attacked Dooingslandian forces. I suggest we deploy some aircraft to the area to engage.

Murdock: I'll have a declaration of war in ten minutes as soon as you tell me who attacked.

General: Sir, it looks like it was Czardas sir, as soon as we recieve word that war is declared then there will be fighters airborne, ships on route and coastal defenses ready.

Murdock: Good.

True to his word, ten minutes after he hung up the phone a state of war was declared on the aggressor nation.

Official Statement:
The Shenyangi government cannot and will not stand by as an ally is attacked by a hostile force as a result at this time Shenyang declares a state of war with the nation of Czardas.
end statement

Within a half hour of the declaration aircraft lifted free from the Earth all over Shenyang. From the formidable F/A-1010E Broadsword Fighters, to the enormous Arkbird bombers. The bombers, and their fighter escort began a long flight toward Czardian mainland, deadly cargo aboard. The fighters, all Broadswords, were armed to the teeth with AIM-940 Burning Phoenix AAMs an upgraded AIM-94, superior in all regards, along with AIM-9Z Sidewinder missiles, their twin Vulcans, and a few extra fuel tanks to supplement the existing fuel tanks and the newly fitted conformals. The bombers were laden with a special variant of the Katana cruise missile refitted for anti-ship duty. The target of this strike was to be the Czardian navy. Under cover of EF-1010 jammer aircraft, and accompanied by several E-3H AWACS the strike force flew toward their target.

(OOC: This force is comprised of 400 Broadswords, 60 EF-1010 jammers, 10 E-3D Sentries, and 100 Arkbird bombers as well as assorted refueling aircraft along the flight path and launched from carriers in the vicinity of the aerial armada)

Over international waters, about 700 miles out

It is a sorry sight that greets the eyes of the second formation as they fly in. The tattered remnants of less than half of the first formation return dejectedly. Out of 720 planes, only about 300 survive the Doomingslandi missile strike, and of those three hundred less than half are still unscathed, mostly Peregrines and Kestrels. The planes stop to refuel at the supply aircraft and restock on missiles. Some of the planes are damaged too badly to fly, and are sent back to Czardas to be refitted and readied for battle.

Meanwhile, in the AWACS aircraft, the commander of the ill-fated mission is receiving a full tirade from Czardaian Central Command.

"I thought you could do better than this. How many times do I have to tell you, it's the planes, the fucking planes you're supposed to take out first? We're supposed to be better than this! Just because they manage to launch more missiles than us, we can't lift a goddamned finger to defend ourselves?"

"Well, sir, I'm sorry..."

"Sorry nothing! No fucking excuses! This is war, and you've gotten us off to a bad start!"

"Sir, I'll try to..."

"Don't try! Do something!"

"Yes, sir! This time I know enough to launch the missiles first, and then attack!"

"I don't see why you couldn't have done that beforehand."

"And sir, you told us to let them throw..."

"I didn't say you weren't supposed to retaliate! Look at the Scellian war. Every time they fired a wave of missiles at our shores, we would retaliate with maybe enough missiles to sink four or five of their ships, getting them mad enough to fire back another wave. Learn from more experienced commanders!"

"Yes, sir."

"This time, actually try to hit one of their planes! We've got other things to do here. Maintain air superiority. You can't say you don't have enough planes or missiles to do that. All you really need is strategy and timing."

"So what should we do, sir?"

"Get within the 640-mile range and throw at them a good rain—say two missiles apiece for fighters, four for bombers, and the Hailstorms can release ten each. That alone is over two thousand missiles. Throw it at planes, bases, cities, whatever. Then, take out whatever's left using long-to-medium-range LADARs and IRs, before closing in to finish them off with close combat. You know, use your brain!"

"Yes, sir."

"Oh, and I'm making White from the 2nd Fleet commander of everything that's left. So relay him my orders."

The commander closes the comlink with Karlsen and contacts Commander Siobhan White in the other AWACS. He informs him of Karlsen's order, then sits back and rests.

The morning peace shall soon be broken as the formation prepares to enter the 640-mile range.

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Czarna, Czardas. Approximately the same time.

General Ogden is busy. The supreme commander of Czardas's military glances over his array of maps, papers, and folders surrounding his cluttered desk. Today he has many things to do.

He glances up at the huge satellite map showing the area of the battle, projected from a computer screen. Updated every minute or so, it shows Czardas as blue, Fluffywuffy in green, Doomingsland in red, Shenyang in orange, and The Warmaster in yellow. Other forces have been documented but as yet have shown no sign of action.

A large blue blotch near the yellow coastline is the Czardaian formation. The lines and dots of red along the Warmaster's coast are Doomingsland's aircraft, and Fluffywuffy's submarines along Warmaster's and Doomingsland's coasts are in green. He follows the map around, scrolling up and down to see any new troop movements from the satellite radar detectors. Nothing so far—except a large orange blotch moving southwards towards Czardas.

Shenyang? he thinks. Opening another window, he reads the message that has just arrived.

A few minutes later, Foreign Minister Alhoun writes up his own statement.

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From: The Libertarian Concordance of Czardas

Greetings from the Concordance. We have come into the knowledge that a large force fromm Shenyang is approaching our territory. We do not know the intended target, but based on Shenyang's declaration of war, we suspect that it is directed at us. We warn Shenyang, if that is indeed your plan: Do not strike at us, or you will regret it. We shall be forced to attack you, and this would not be pleasant for any of you, or your allies.

Have a pleasant day.

~Kari Alhoun, Czardaian Foreign Minister
"Libertas, Justitia, Honorum, Veritas"
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Czardas's alert status is raised that day to 5 (Red), and DEFCON 1. All anti-air defenses along the Czardaian coast and interior are readied for war. Thirty more wings of the Czardaian air force are put on standby, and all remaining stealth submarines are deployed to join the other subs off The Warmaster's coast. The navy itself remains docked in the harbor near Aurdania, around that city's formidable anti-air defenses (it being the home of the Aurdania Naval Command Centre).

[ooc:] You're striking at my navy? All right, navy OOC info you'll need:

Czardas's navy is very small, a result of putting more money into the Air Force and anti-air defenses. However, this enables the ships it has to be very powerful in battle. The navy contains 60 arsenal ships armed with SAM and AAA batteries, as well as regular missiles designed for all types of combat. Many of these double as destroyers. The remainder of the ships—about 25—have only a light missile throw, but are smaller and more maneuverable. All of the ships are armored and can take several missiles before being destroyed, unless all of the missiles fired at them have approximately one-half the strength of a thermonuclear warhead.

28 of the arsenal ships are armed with proximity-warhead missiles that incinerate everything within 25 m of impact and cause severe damage to everything within 75 m.

The rest of the navy consists of 36 submarines, all of which have been deployed to The Warmaster's coast anyway. In addition, all of them are armed with six AIMX-108 separating warhead missiles, each of which destroys everything within 200 m of the point of impact at approximately 1/3 nuclear strength.

Hope this helps, if you have any questions TG me or contact me through AIM at "Majetesan".

OOC: Triple post...ouch, anyway, you wouldn't see the enormous armada of aircraft approaching, the entire force is in the conveniently sized radar jamming bubble produced by the EF-1010 jammers in the formation. You'd see a large wierd patch of interference that would look something like a tropical storm, or a radar malfunction, but not an armada of aircraft. As a result you really wouldn't know my force is headed for you, (unless you are completely and totally insane about trying to avoid large storms or have photo-recon covering my nation night and day and a near impossible number of spysats to stay on my armada 24-7), and we'll see how much damage I can do when the time comes for my force to strike, which won't be for a while. Anyone that likes wholesale destruction will like the fireworks that this attack should create, you'll see why in a few days. :P

[ooc:] Czardas has a number of satellites with radar tracking, which'll be blocked out. However, auxiliary telescopic cameras on the satellites record the actual movements down on Planet Earth. Besides, if you're launching 570 aircraft towards our nation, someone is going to actually see them. It's not easy to hide that many planes, and the people in the actual areas won't mistake them for a tropical storm of any type. Especially considering that Czardas has at least one operative in every country around the world, sometimes as many as ten or twenty, as well as the computer backup systems.

Aircraft like that can escape radar, but they'd be noticed not only from inside your nation by whatever ops I have in there, but from other countries.

And besides radar you can track things like that with LADAR, IR, sonar, or even stealth recon planes (and with war on don't think we'll send them out to all nations that appear to have a hint of involvement). Radar isn't the only way to detect things like that.

And to avoid more OOC bitching, sign on to AIM (if you have it) or we can start an OOC thread (if you don't).

OOC:Czardas, saying you have at least one operative in every country in the world would be godmodding. You actualy have to RP infiltrating an agent.

IC:

As the enemy missiles cruised in, the fighters made use of their passive radar recievers to pick up on the RADAR waves being generated by the missiles, getting their precise location. If that wasn't enough, their laser warning recievers picked up on the enemy's LADARs. They knew precisely where the missiles were coming from, how many, their speed, et cetera. This allowed for the formation to take immediate evasive action. They broke formation, each aircraft going its own seperate path to allow for maximum room to maneuver. They slowed down and kicked in their active RADAR cancellation, forcing the enemy to rely purely on LADAR. Most of their aircraft would fly into cloud formations, making it difficult for the lasers to pick up on their positions. This would also force the missiles to break off, allowing for the aircraft to precisely identify which missiles were targetting them. This would allow for the aircrafts' mini-turreted microwave anti-missile laser systems to easily target incoming missiles.

Each aircraft began to make evasive maneuvers, dropping countermeasures appropriately as enemy missiles approached. Once they were close enough, the lasers kicked in, hosing down the skyline with a deadly and constant flow of microwave energy, cooking the missiles' electronics, igniting their fuel, and causing them to detonate prematurely. What few missiles came through that would struggle to keep up with the aircraft, which were pulling just about every maneuver in the book to throw them off. The F-78s, being some of the most maneuverable aircraft in the world, were able to throw them off for the most part. However, the massive blast radius of the enemy missiles caused a few of the less experienced pilots to succumb. They didn't stand a chance when caught in the explosions, their aircraft were almost completely vaporized, the pilots dying instantly. Twelve aircraft were lost in this way.

The base fared quite better in the second attack, however. With the defenses spread out over an area of 500 square miles, carefully concealed in underground vertical launch cells, the Czardaians could only guess where the remaining SAM installations were. As a result, the only sites they were able to destroy were the ones that had launched the missiles at the bombers, and those were already spent of ammunition, the personel fleeing the area long before.

Without a base to return to, the formation was forced to split up and head to seperate allied bases to commence refueling and rearming for the next engagement. They knew that victory would be far more difficult than the last time, perhaps impossible. Well, impossible if the enemy commander used his head, for once. However, DIAF was far from out of the fight.

While the Czardaians were now realizing that they'd never faced a foe nearly as formidable as Doomingsland, the Imperials were taking advantage of their initial victory. They now knew the enemy's tactics, and, by estimating the flaws and how they could be corrected, could guess quite accurately on what the enemy would try to do next.

The enemy would no doubt attempt to get more long range missiles up in the air than them, and they could do that quite easily. However, it was already seen that the missiles carried by the Imperial craft were far more advanced. They could deal a crippling blow to the enemy airforce if they could get in range. Doing that without sacrificing themselves would be another story, however.

As the aircraft took off again, they decided to head further inland. This would force the enemy into the RADAR coverage of allied Warmaster forces. This would certainly even the odds, for the Czardaians would be under constant threat from Warmaster surface-to-air missiles in addition to the Imperial air defense grid still active around the former Aquila AFB.

The air armada would move inland from Aquila (which is 200 or so miles inland, itself) roughly 500 miles, forcing the enemy to go with two options: either fly directly over Aquila and reach firing range alot quicker, or go around it and spend more time in SAM-infested skies. This meant that in order to engage the Imperial Airforce, the Czardaians would no doubt be dooming hundreds of their aircraft in the process, and they would know this if they had any brains. A Czardaian pilot, if shot down, would find himself deep behind enemy lines, facing immenant capture and torture, resulting in an excruciatingly painfull death at the hands of angry locals.

Of course, to make matters worse for the Czardaians, the DIAF fighters would be making use of their active radar cancellation. That, and they'd be doing their best to conceal themselves amidst the clouds, thus rendering the enemy's (and their own) LADAR incapable of detecting the aircraft. The Czardaians would have an extremely difficult time finding the formation, let alone engaging it.

All in all, it began to seem more and more likely that DIAF had quite a good chance of succeeding in the next engagement. That is, if the Czardaians had enough balls to throw their lot in.

EDIT:Czardas, can you let Warmaster to RP his air defenses this time? He doesn't get to come online that much, but I've heard from a reliable source that he'll probably be on tonight.

OOC:Czardas, saying you have at least one operative in every country in the world would be godmodding. You actualy have to RP infiltrating an agent.
[ooc:] But I don't need to. The process of creating a Czardaian operative takes many years, and usually starts from youth. The operative is usually a citizen of the nation, so I don't need to RP them getting inside. The operative is usually informed that s/he will be working for Czardas around the age of 15-20 years, and will be similarly notified if they have a mission. Otherwise they are free to pursue whatever career they choose, even entering the government. Czardas has been putting these people in surrounding nations for over 200 years; I don't need to say "I send an operative to your nation" because in all likelihood a) the op already lives there or b) the op was sent 40 years ago.

Oh, and by the way, the surviving planes launched a volley of long-range missiles after your planes and at Aquila's last defenses, which you seem to have missed.

[ic:]

The Czardaians are no fools. As they reach the 640-mile range, the Doomingslandian planes retreat inland, disappearing from the Czardaians' radar one after another.

Cmdr. Horan watches the radar screens of the retreating planes. "So, what do we do now?"

Cmdr. White in the other AWACS aircraft answers him over the comlink. "Well, we can either follow them inland and knock them out of the sky, or not. Thanks to the brilliant success of your earlier mission, they're no longer within range to get hit by us. If we fly inland to engage their planes, we're not only risking their attack but The Warmaster's ground defenses, which as yet have shown little to no action."

The other commander winces at the memory of their earlier engagement. "So we basically stay here—within our range but out of theirs—and strike at The Warmaster's coastal defenses instead?"

"Now you're thinking. Eventually, we'll destroy so much of the Sacred Empire's coast that those planes will have to come back to defend their comrades, and when they do, they're dead meat."

"But what if Warmaster's got longer-range equipment than us? Remember, they are still an unknown factor."

"Then we take out their long-range equipment before they can fire."

White turns from the comlink and begins to broadcast his orders to the massive air armada.

"All right! Strikers, prepare anti-missile defenses. Everyone else, get your long-range missiles and lock on coastal military establishments and long-range missile equipment in The Warmaster. Then, at my command, fire. Peregrines, Strikers, Hailstorms, break out your long-range missiles and get a lock on whatever of Warmaster's defenses you can get on radar."

The fleet breaks into the bombing formation and prepares to fire its long-range equipment as White continues his orders.

"Aim for any and all enemy ships in the area. We want high-speed missiles that they can't hit, Mach 6 or higher. Nobody can do this to the Czardaian Air Force and survive the battle."

Thousands of missiles are readied for battle as the planes prepare. The enemy would pay in blood for every Czardaian plane that had been shot down that day, for every Czardaian that now lay dead. The fight is on.

OOC:Then you actualy have to RP the training of said operatives, which you have yet to do.

OOC:Then you actualy have to RP the training of said operatives, which you have yet to do.
[ooc:] Those operatives have very little to do with this RP, and I'm assuming that their training anyway occurred many years in the past.

In light of recent developments the following crafts will be deployed to Warmaster waters with expressed permission from the Sacred Emperor.These units are there as detterents we remain neutural for the time being.Our units will remain in place, allowing only vessles with friendly intentions to pass. Our fleet here will rendevous with our fleet docked in the warmaster's capitol. Our fleet will not hesitate to shoot down hostile aircraft flying over where we are anchored, we will also launch planes to intercept hostile aircraft if they attack our ships, which are there with only good intentions.
Minister of War
Ronald Alfred Lloyd

The Maximillian
Alfonso III Impérial Flagship
The Judicator
Alfonso Class Psovian Carrier
The Illustrious
Roska Class Battleship
The Monstrous
Roska Class Battleship
The Red Beast
Roska Class Battleship
The Savior
Kirov CGN
Governor
Kirov CGN
Protego
Kirov CGN
Mephistopholes
Kirov CGN
Vahalla
Kirov CGN
Gounod
Chicago FFG
Bizet
Chicago FFG
Poincare
Chicago FFG
Star of Webdg
Hydra Class frigate
Galantry
Hydra Class frigate
Despot
Hydra Class frigate
Pinochet
Visby Class Corvette
Ordeal
Visby Class Corvette
National Pride
Victoria SSK (Diesel)
National Strength
U214
National Unity
SSBN TRIOMPHANT CLASS
National Might
U214

Under international waters

"We're approaching the plane formation," reports the commander of the first submarine. "We're now 640 miles from the Warmaster's shore, and reports say ships are coming in. What do we do?"

"Ships? From where?" Aurdania Naval Command Centre responds over the link.

"We're not sure. But it's almost certain they're hostile. They're either Warmaster's or Psov's."

Another aide runs up to the commander. "More ships are approaching, sir. They've made a formation near another fleet docked at Warmaster's capital..."

"Great. I think that's Psovian ships, then. Do they know we're here?"

"Not likely sir, I don't think their radar extends this far, and besides our stealth subs in front have jamming capabilities."

"Good. When we get within range, we'll fire our ballistics."

"But sir, what about Fluffywuffy's subs?"

"Are they in the way?"

"We're not sure, it could be them we're picking up."

The commander runs his hand through his hair. Never before has he been in a battle with so many different forces attacking. It is highly confusing.

"Wait and see, and prepare our ballistics anyway. We'll need them."

[ooc:] The Warmaster, do you have a map of your nation?

about 800 nautical miles from the Warmaster

Aboard the Flagship Maximillian:

Admirial Walschlinger sat on the bridge of the recently christened Flagship of the Psovian Expeditionary Fleet. The Armada was enroute to rendevous with the Psovian Fleet docked in the Warmaster Capitol. Reports of hostile aircraft had reached him via TNSIA. He had ordered a few interceptors to perform recconasaince ahead of the fleet. He was lost in his own thoughts until one of his aides shouted over the din and brought him back to the present.

"Sir! One of our interceptors reports enemy activity about 200 miles north of our location!"

Walschlinger stood and collected himself,"Naval Activity?" He said nervously,

"No sir, enemy aircraft."

He nodded to himself and instructed that the interceptors be recalled at once.

"Alert the Fleet, and Coastal Security that we are going to engage enemy forces imminently.

Far underneath the plane formation

"Funny. The ships are turning around."

"Returning home? Hmmm. Maybe they're recon and can't afford to engage us."

"Let's show them they're not welcome, shall we?" The commander grins. "Sigma-one through sigma-four, release one missile each. Lock on enemy ships."

It is highly unlikely that the ships will be able to intercept the Czardaian missiles, considering that they are traveling at speeds well over Mach 4. Especially considering that the separation will cause an explosion destroying everything within 200 m of impact.

"Which direction do we release them, sir?"

"Subaqueously, radar-masked."

Four of the Czardaian submarines unleash missiles towards the Psovian interceptor ships. The long ballistics—designed specially for underwater use—stream towards the ships in boils of blue, their powerful engines forcing them to high speeds despite the resistance of the waters. Mere seconds separate the interceptor ships from total destruction.

Meanwhile, the submarine fleet turns towards the main Psovian formation and prepares more of the huge missiles, aimed with three locked onto each Psovian ship.

"Now, these ships are designed for war, so it's likely that they'll be able to intercept these missiles easily. That's why we're firing so many. We want the first wave underwater, the second wave overarching, and the third wave... try firing from different directions and at different angles to confuse them."

"We have a lock, sir."

"Good. Fire the first wave."

22 missiles, radar masked, boil through the water towards the ships.

"Second wave."

Another 22 missiles arch through the sky in flashes of fire.

"Third wave."

This time the missiles rain towards the Psovian ships from all directions.

"Now let's get moving."

The submarines turn and break formation in many directions. By the time the missiles will have hit, the Czardaian submarines will be long gone...

OOC: Did I miss a memo where it was explained how SONAR is used to track aircraft? Because if someone could explain that then I'd appreciate it. My aircraft are zigging and zagging through the clouds, preventing LADAR and photo-recon, and IR would show an enormous warm spot as I'm using something I ripped off from Doomingsland, Freon injected into the exhaust gasses to cool them considerably. I really ought to have said all this earlier, but I am pretty busy with school and other stuff all the time so I forgot. (and don't say there aren't any clouds out at sea, because there are, I've seen them. It also helps that my planes are actually within a tropical storm for part of the time, about half way between your nation and mine, sure its headed the wrong direction, but oh well, they stayed in it a while to throw off satellites, a common practice in my nation)

Secret IC: Approximately 200 miles from Czardan territory:

The SNS Valiance, a Shenyangi Nike Class deep strike submarine slowly, and silently crawled toward its target, the Czardan navy. The sub was well below the thermoclime, and running on its silent drive units. She had a pair of Seawolf-2's in tow, each modified with a similar drive unit. The entire formation sounded like a pod of whales, and were moving about as fast. Active SONAR would pick them up, but who in their right mind would ping poor defenseless whales. These subs were far from defenseless. The Seawolf-2's carried their customary load of super-cavitating Barracuda torpedoes as well as Mk.48 ADCAP Torpedos as well. On the Valiance's back sat dozens of VLS, loaded with Katana anti-ship cruise missiles. Each was designed to penetrate a target before going off, a provision that would cause maximum destructrion when they were launched. The subs knew that the aircraft were on their way, they would be in range at the same time as the Valiance, and from that hidden vantage point just inside Katana range, she would release her payload, right as the aircraft turned away, thus implicating another force and leaving the aircraft totally scot-free of any blame for the attack. The captain mulled over the plan as he sat on the bridge of the Valiance.
"Talk about an elaborate plan, we unleash our missiles to throw off the enemy from the flyboys. Then we turn tail as we take down an entire navy. This will be one hell of an op."
He read the orders again, in them was a list of the actual payloads of all the aircraft involved. and contrary to what the world had been lead to believe, the bombers had no cruise missiles aboard. What they did carry was a specially designed ATA targetting system that allowed them to attack airborne targets with the loads of AIM-540Cs hanging in their bays, air to air ordinance was loaded on that armada to bring down a medium sized airforce under good circumstances. The anti-missile lasers mounted on all the involved aircraft, along with the jamming, countermeasures suites, and skill of the pilots would mean that odds were that no Shenyangi pilots would lose their lives in this attack. The captain smiled as he remenisced about the last time his ship had fired off a string of missiles, good times, good times.

OOC: Hows that for a headache.

[ooc:] Very well, let's compromise. We don't see your OMG UNDETECTABLE air fleet. Instead, we mistake it for a tropical storm and prepare accordingly. :p Although, truth be told, the likelihood of a tropical storm anywhere to the north of Czardas, or even to the south for more than 1800 miles, is extremely low. However, I'll ignore that for now.

[ic:]

A high-security compound somewhere in Czardas

Vice-Director of National Intelligence, Airya Wong, says to the three council members, "I suppose you're wondering why I asked you here."

"Should we do otherwise?" Foreign Minister Alhoun grumbles under his breath. Wong glares at him and he is silent.

"Well, you remember that patch of radar interference we picked up not too long ago? A tropical storm?" Wong shows the screen with the projected path of the storm.

"What about it?"

"Well, first of all, it can't be. For very obvious reasons. The idea of a tropical storm so far north, and heading for Czardas at any rate, is preposterous. Besides, the reports of a tropical storm much farther south state specifically that it is heading in a completely different direction."

"Ah," says General Ogden, stroking his sandy beard.

"What this 'storm' does resemble is a radar malfunction, or a radar jamming. We don't get huge patches like that in our radar net by malfunctions. I'd stake my intel service that it's either an enemy fleet or an enemy air armada."

"I knew there was something suspicious about that storm," murmurs Ogden.

"However, we don't want to let them know. So let's prepare as if for a tropical storm."

"That seems sensible," says Ogden.

"It is. Basically, move the navy out of open, dangerous waters. Camouflage and prepare our airbases and military bases. Also camouflage our SAM batteries, AAAs, flaks...make it look like equipment to defend against the storm surge. They won't notice any of that equipment when they come in, and we can take them by surprise."

"Follow all the age-old tactics, I suppose: Keep the cities well defended, strike when they least expect it, and so on," says Ogden.

"Now you're getting the hang of it. Whatever is being sent to us, we'll figure out a way to get rid of it. Oh, and make sure the navy and air force are well hidden. We wouldn't want a tropical storm blowing them away, now would we." She smiles.

"Right. I'll see what I can do."

Ogden gets up and begins to broadcast his orders. The naval fleet from Aurdania retreats south to Mariosz, where it goes into the naval base below the main seaport section of that city, built over the artificial base itself. They are difficult to detect there on radar, preventing any bombing. The thirty wings on standby hide below Ardaja airbase, along runways prepared long ago allowing them to take off from underground. Equipment is set up all along the shores around the mouth of the Zaïr river, Czardas's largest. It appears to be equipment designed to block flooding and water. However, it really consists of hundreds of anti-air turrets and anti-ship missile launchers, some buried, some obvious.

Whatever is coming to Czardas will be in for a nasty surprise.

Admiral Walschlinger stood in awe as he witnessed the subsequent destruction of the Interceptors. He turned in fury to the bridge officer, "What was that!?" Before he could answer a second explosions sounded beneath the surface. Minutes later another volley of explosions were visible on either side of the flagship. The Fleet had no way to respond to the attack but try to intercept the incoming missles. They came in waves and from different directions, causing great confusion. The Flagship avoided major damage, however the surrounding ships suffered terribly, most notably the Psovian Carrier "The Judicator" was hit by 3 missles, tearing a gaping wound in it's hull and causing various explosions and it's consequent sinking. By the time the damage was done, Walschlinger was left with 12 damaged ships and nothing to strike back at. Furious he sent a report to Coastal Secuirty of their engagement and status, and their intention to continue on to rendevous with the remnant fleet.

"It looks like we hit them, and alerted the planes to our presence as well," the sub commander radios back to Central Command.

"Great. Let's see what the planes do now."

High above, the air armada has noticed the attack on the Psovian fleet. They know what it is, of course. The presence of Czardaian submarines in the area had been duly noted. Thirty of the Strikers are relegated to deal with it. Each one prepares bombs: one aimed at each of the damaged ships, and two at every undamaged one. These bombs are quite as powerful as the ballistics the submarines had released; however, as they are coming from above, they are set to explode 80 m above each ship, which would effectively destroy the upper part of the ship and cripple it forever. These are the so-called "double bombs"; that is, each one separates 400 m above the point of impact. If one half is intercepted, the other half can still hit, causing a similar amount of damage.

The planes release their rain. It is a little smaller this time, because less needs to be done. The bombs fly from the sky at incredible speeds towards the fleet, locked onto the center, aiming to destroy as much as possible.

OOC: Still, how do you track aircraft on SONAR!!!!!!!!!!!! I really want to know! It seems so inpheasible that I have to find out how you planned on doing it.

IC: Somewhere over a very large ocean a long way from Czardas:

Harbinger Squadron (32 F/A-1010C Fighters):
Vandal (H-1): 99 bottles of beer on the wall, 99 bottles of beer...
Sabre (H-3): Do you really have to keep singing that sir? I mean you started a 1000 after all.
Bludshot (H-2): Yeah, but atleast he's not making us sing "Old MacDonald" anymore.
Sabre: Yeah, thank god for that. Besides I guess he's so close it would be a shame if we made him stop now, oh well, I'll suffer, but not in silence, that's for sure.
AWACS Oka Nieba: If you don't shut up then I'll give Yellow and Razgriz permission to engage, they've been asking for the last 800 miles.
Vandal: Sure, I'll cut it out after this last verse, 1 bottle of beer on the wall, 1 bottle of beer, you take it down pass it around, no more bottles of beer on the wall!!!
Entire armada: Thank God!!!!

The Presense of Aircraft was not overlooked, "engage those fighters immediately!, fire S2A missles!" the order from the bridge was recieved instantaneously and the flagship began to fire at various incoming aircraft, however, the admiral had not known to expect Kamikazes. The Planes came hailing down upon the remnant wiping out the remaining ships and their crew. They radioed a last distress signal, then the fleet, in flames, began it's descent into the sea.

OOC: Still, how do you track aircraft on SONAR!!!!!!!!!!!! I really want to know! It seems so inpheasible that I have to find out how you planned on doing it.
[ooc:] I'm not actually saying that we used that to track them. But never mind. (Planes would create sound waves that bounce against other planes and their sound waves and eventually could be tracked from the air, sea, sky, etc. with proper equipment, but that would be a bit complicated, hard to maneuver, and plus my scouters would probably be trackable and shot down, so forget about that.)

[ic:]

"Ok, how many did we lose?" The Kestrel circles back in over the burning patch of oil and wreckage that is all that is left of the Psovian fleet.

"Their SAMs took out two of our Strikers, but Dagger SBs finished them all off," Siobhan White answers.

"Good. That's one less fleet to worry about, and we can live with losses like those." Cmdr. Horan turns towards the link with White and says, "Right. Now for the other half of the Psovian fleet. They docked it near Warmaster's capital or something?"

"Yes. That one, however, is more dangerous. We'd be getting into enemy waters."

"Let's take the subs with us. They at least have long-range ballistics." Several hundred miles from the AWACS aircraft, the massive air armada begins moving closer to the Warmaster's shore, getting within the 600-mile range of Psov's other fleet docked in Korronis and preparing more of the long-range ASMs. The Hailstorms take this over. The huge bombers can carry 48 of these heavy missiles each, without their normal payloads. The cargo of one alone would be more than enough to sink the Psovian fleet, especially considering that unlike the other fleet they as yet have no report of incoming missiles.

Two Hailstorms have been shed of their normal bombs, all of which have been replaced with these long-range proximity/contact warhead missiles. Four are trained on every ship within their 600-mile range, from one aircraft. The other aircraft aims all 48 towards the Warmaster's capital, Korronis, targeting government and religious buildings. The two giant bombers release their missiles. The missiles, themselves quite large, explode from the hardpoints all around the vast planes at high speeds. One bomber releases them twelve at a time towards the ships. The other releases them three at a time, with three of the missiles trained on every target within the city, except for six on the Sacred Emperor's palace. The missiles may not all hit, but they will certainly send a message.

As the missiles speed towards the utter destruction of the enemy, the two huge bombers turn and go back to one of the supply craft, restocking on missiles. For the enemy, the bloodshed has only just begun.

OOC: Sorry it took me so long. Doom was right, I'm busy during most of the day...but now you've launched missiles at the Sacred City, and I couldn't just let that go.

IC: "Your Majesty, we've picked up new contacts!"

The shout came as Lucifer was turning to leave the War Room for a whiskey. Turning, he strode over to the man who had shouted, glaring at him and growled,

"What is it?"

"Czardaian missiles, my Lord, just launched from their bombers. 48 of them are headed toward Korronis, and 6 of these are directed towards the Palace itself. They are at extreme range and closing fast."

The Sacred Emperor was silent. The man tried to suppress a shudder. Lucifer was completely unpredictable, and it remained to be seen whether he wouldn't be summarily shot just for giving him bad news. Suddenly Lucifer's eyes snapped open, an insane gleam dancing in them.

"Notify Palace Air Defense to activate all installations across the city. Find out where the missiles are headed and evacuate those buildings if possible, except of course for here. Launch twenty interceptors from Typhon AFB to destroy the bombers. And prepare the defenses of the rest of Korronis. I don't want a single missile getting through. And then we shall take the fight to them."

It was done. On ancient ledges, from stone niches, and from rooftops all over the Palace and the city, anti-air emplacements activated, in some cases rising from doors they had lain in wait behind. Countless missiles, all being fed constant data by the systems in the War Room, knowing exactly when to launch. The interceptors Lucifer had commanded to destroy the interlopers were in the air soon, on an intercept course for the two bombers.

Korronis was the heart of the Imperium. The great temples, the treasuries, the courts, the Palace itself, which was the nerve center of the Empire, directing its countless slaves every moment of their lives, were all here. Its strategic location and value made it vital to the survival of the Imperium. But the Sacred Emperors had known for centuries this was the jugular vein of the nation, and they had taken steps to make it strong, armored, and indestructible.

Not for nothing was Korronis known to its citizens (among other things) as the Impenetrable City. And now the Czardaians would see why.

The 2nd bomber's payload of 48 speeds towards the city. Within 80 miles now of impact, they begin to enter their terminal phase, separating out into groups of three aimed at the various targets, with the one large group of six still flying straight on, towards the Imperial Palace. The warheads are beginning to separate. Soon it will be not 48, but 288 targets the Korronian anti-missile defenses will have to hit, and each one has the power to detonate everything within 50 meters of its impact. Unless The Warmaster's missile defenses are powerful enough to hit something moving at the speed of these missiles from more than 5 miles out, they will cause significant damage to Korronis.

Meanwhile, in the air, the AWACS aircraft have noticed the interceptors approaching. A contingent of Daggers, Peregrines, and Strikers are sent off to deal with them, and break from the formation, hurtling towards AAM range. The Strikers prepare one each of their long-range AAMs towards the interceptors, aiming to destroy them before they can get within range of the bombers they are after. If any interceptors survive, the Czardaians can either lure them close enough to the bombers to strike with medium-range AAMs, or cut them to pieces from their position.

They wait as the interceptors approach.

AWACS SkyEye Eight

Aboard the mighty nerve center of DIAF's expeditionary force in Warmaster, the Imperial commanders watched with glee as allied air defenses sprang to life and began to go after the enemy bombers. All was going precisely according to plan. Once Warmaster fighters began to strike at the enemy, the party would truely start. Czardas had greatly underestimated their enemy, and overestimated themselves. It was because of this that their air armada was soon to suffer far more greatly than they had originally anticipated.

The fighters began to come out of hiding, all climbing to an altitude of 75,000 feet, and slowly supercruising towards the battle at mach 2.4. Once at the edge of the enemy's RADAR range, they would hold position to wait for their AWACS to catch up...

Tagged this thread has been.

--Yoda

Czardas had greatly underestimated their enemy, and overestimated themselves.
[ooc:] No time or reason for a proper IC post, but I just wanted to say that every enemy we've come up against has looked at our economy and our small size and said exactly the same thing. And every enemy we've come up against has been dead wrong. It is Doomingsland that is making the mistake of underestimating Czardas, and not the other way around. I'm not fond of enemies who discount me entirely, and believe me, there have been a lot of those. Size and economy strength aren't everything. I might as well just quit this RP.

Edit: What the hell, I might as well post this ICly as well.

[ic:]

"Look, White, this is frustrating me." The darkly pessimistic voice of Petroi Horan cuts through the link. Horan continues, "Your whole attitude towards this thing. You think that once we've convinced the Sacred Emperor to give up his throne and allow democracy, we'll all go home and celebrate. How do we know that we'll even get far enough in this to even hit the Sacred Emperor? What makes you think any of us will survive?"

Siobhan White turns to the link and says, "On the other hand, your whole attitude is annoying me. What makes you think, just because we're outnumbered, we're all going to be killed? What enemy forces are against us: The Warmaster, Doomingsland, Psov, Borman Warrior. How many of them have done a single thing to stop us yet?"

"Three of them."

"Have any of them caused any significant damage?"

"Doomingsland has..."

"Exactly. And look, this was actually a very good thing."

"Why?"

"Well, look at it for a moment. Czardaian air force has its good reputation. Several hundred of its planes get cut to pieces by a single missile attack. So do you think anyone's going to seriously prepare for an air force of the likes that they heard about?"

"Well, no..."

"Exactly! They'd laugh us off. Underestimate us. Think we're not capable of defeating even a far smaller amount of their planes. That way, when we strike them seriously, they will suffer worse than they think."

"You're too overconfident."

"You'll see. Besides, Marshal Karlsen's orders are that thirty more wings of aircraft be put on standby. Explain how anything short of Doomingsland's full air force could stop that."

"Warmaster's air force perhaps? Or Borman Warrior's?"

White ignores this. "And we've got many other nations who have promised aid. Although, they haven't done anything yet to help us. But I'm sure they will eventually, when the news reaches their nations."

A message comes in to the AWACS from a stealth recon plane, a Kestrel stripped of its missiles. White listens to the message gravely and then begins to broadcast his orders to the rest of the air fleet.

"Prepare to engage enemy forces immediately. Activate all defenses and AAMs. Load anti-missile defenses. Hailstorms, finish loading. All long-range AAMs to be prepared for immediate fire. Form into arrowhead formation. Interceptor craft, fire your missiles and return at once, I repeat at once. Over."

The air fleet begins forming into its telltale formation, preparing for battle. The Strikers act like a shield for the outside, each one equipped with anti-missile lasers and countermeasures. The next rows of the formation are made up of Peregrines, which will in turn break apart to show the ranks of Daggers. Meanwhile, the Hailstorms, fully fueled and re-equipped with missiles specially designed for both anti-air and anti-ground fire, form a menacing wall below.

The Czardaians stay just out of radar range, both their own and the enemy's, but the first one to move closer will be at risk of fire from the other.

The true battle is on.

IC: Within Katana launch range of Czardas:

The "tropical storm" had stopped dead, the aerial armada waited for the moment that the operation would begin. A totally secure point to point message was fired from the Valiance to AWACS Pandora.

SECURITY CLEARANCE CODE: DTRFD-96032
SNS VALIANCE

THE ATTACK IS CLEARED, COUNTDOWN TO ARMADA DECLOAK/BREAK IS 10 MINUTES. 6 MINUTES LATER FULL MISSILE BARRAGE BEGINS.

The transmission was totally secure, nothing was braodcast to be intercepted. Pandora broadcast the countdown go code to all aircraft: ASTRAL. Ten minutes later all the aircraft broke around onto a return course, lifted out of the clouds, and the jammers dropped their fields. The armada then began a full speed regress out of the area to throw off the enemy.

Six minutes passed, then all of the sudden a wall of water lifted airborne as the Katana anti-ship cruise missiles launched from the Valiance. Immediately the subs broke into a course that would take them toward a neutral nation, in order to throw off the enemy even further. By the time any ASW craft could be scrambled the subs would be well outside their operational range and hidden below the thermoclime.

Skimming the ocean 6912 AS-Katanas flew toward their targets, mainly large ships like aircraft carriers, but also destroyers, frigates, and the occasional ship tender. Each carried a 1500lb HE warhead, the infamous Ship-buster design, a variation of a bunker buster, but for ships, an integrated jet, with terminal phase rocket boosters to reach penetration velocity, GPS/optical guidance, terminal pop-up attack setting, and for good measure, a small countermeasures pod to try to keep itself safe as it lew to its own death. Staying well below the enemy's radar range the missiles were nearly undetectable as they barreled toward their targets at close to mach 1.7. When they finally reached their targets they began to doing their jobs, admidst CIWS and SAM fire. everal would no doubt go down, but more than enough would get through. If not, then the next attack would deal with the targets left unscathed.

OOC:Just to clarify things, that was an IC thing from my guys' point of view, Czardas, no need to go taking things personaly. Sheesh.

[ooc:] Wait, you entirely sure what you're firing at? I brought my navy into hiding a few posts up. Maybe I ought to explain exactly where and how.

[ic:]

The primary problem the Shenyangian missiles have is that they cannot detect the targets they are firing at. The Czardaian navy has been brought into hiding, as in accordance with the preparations for a tropical storm. Whereas the navy had been stationed at Aurdania, when word of the supposed storm arrived the whole contingent of 85 ships had been brought into the substations underneath the city of Mariosz. That city had originally been built on land, but as it grew around the Old City it became obvious that more land was needed. Therefore, part of the sea around the city was filled in with the dirt from the nearby landfills. This amount eventually exceeded sea level by more than 50 feet, and there was still more left over. To compensate for this, a large base was built inside the city, large enough to store up to 100 ships of all military types, and the remaining garbage was used to slope down over this base to sea level, where the harbor was built.

This had all happened many years ago. For anyone to hit the navy from outside, they would have to fire missiles directly into a central hill of Mariosz. Besides killing over 300,000 civillians, it would be highly unlikely that they would do any damage whatsoever to the base, considering that it is surrounded by a sheath of armor that must be strong enough to support the homes and lives of thousands who live above this subterraneous base.

In fact, the number of buildings and people between the sea (or the air) and the base would block out any radar signatures of ships, and the heavy metal covering certainly helps this. Mariosz's harbor itself, which is of strategic importance, is one of the most heavily defended areas of the whole nation.

Therefore, as the missiles approach, the coastal anti-missile SAM, CIWS, and laser fire opens at full force. The missiles, skimming along the ocean as they are, have no chance, considering that they will have to blast their way through the other peacetime ships in the harbor, the stone covering of the harbor, the piers, underground pipes, the foundations of houses, the ground itself, and finally the thick metal armor of the base, along with the anti-missile fire, which now opens as the missiles approach.

Longer-range missiles are fired first, to take out the first wave of missiles from miles away. Next come several waves of medium-range missiles, each locked directly onto an enemy missile. Soon hundreds of lasers, mounted on pier ends to "block storm surges", flicker out, carving apart whatever missiles have gotten into that range. Then SAM fire erupts from the front of every single building on the pier, all reinforced in preparation for whatever the enemy might send. Even the "non-military" ships have mounted missiles to fire at the enemy. However, despite this (due to the sheer number of missiles fired) many of them survive, blasting apart the piers and ships. By then they are within normal cannon range and can be destroyed.

Not a single missile has even managed to get close to the navy. Despite the destruction of part of the harbor, all of Czardas's ships are docked securely within a base encased by more than six feet of metal.

Casualties were minimal, as Mariosz had been evacuated earlier due to the "flood warning".

[ooc/2:] If you didn't catch that earlier, then you can revise your post. Otherwise, my post stands. Any questions/problems?

OOC:Just to clarify things, that was an IC thing from my guys' point of view, Czardas, no need to go taking things personaly. Sheesh.
[ooc:] Sorry, that kind of thing should be more clear. However, it sounded as though you were planning ahead for my air armada to suffer, when I alone should be able to dictate my casualties (similar to when someone says "He had no idea just how quickly the war would be over" in post 5 when the thread has run to 96 posts).

Anyway, yeah, must have been in a strange mood last night, sorry.

Sacred Emperor Lucifer,

Word of your troubles has reached me here in Phantasmo. I wish to extend to you an offer of aid. You know I am no friend of the sanctimonious mob-rule proponents, the so-called "democratic" pigs. My nation shares my disgust of their hypocrisy and weakness.

To this end, I have dispatched Task Force Iron Maiden, an elite combat group made up of Army, Navy, and Air Force elements, and I have arranged for a special Military Intelligence group to be embeded with them. The group will be commanded by Rear Admiral Josef Kreschkova, a decorated hero of the Ismerian conflict, and one of my most trusted naval commanders.

Task Force Iron Maiden has been ordered to make full speed for The Warmaster, and should arrive in a matter of days. Upon their arrival, Kreschkova will report to the appropriate commanding officials, and you may instruct him to do whatever you wish, provided your orders to not contradict the interests of Freudotopia or the Mandates of the Service.

I remain, Your Majesty, your devoted and unflinching ally, etc.

Saul Hudson the Illuminator, Emperor of Freudotopia

[ooc:] Dear God/Allah/Yahweh/Jesus/Buddha/Brahma/Firefury Amahira, will it never end? ;)

[ic:]

Czardaian Intel Labs

"Director, we've intercepted a trasmission!"

Airya Wong listens. "What does it say?"

"We're not all too sure yet, it's still decrypting. However, it's from Freudotopia, and with that kind of encryption it's probably not a condemnation."

"What do we have on Freudotopia?" Wong starts up the database and begins to read.

Her question is answered quickly. "An ally of Doomingsland. Don't even bother decrypting the transmission yet. We know pretty much what it's going to be—aid, and to our enemies." Airya Wong sits there pensively.

"Psov, Borman Warrior, Shenyang, Freudotopia—how many allies can one nation have? Lots of nations made condemnations. Why haven't any of them done anything?"

Meanwhile, all over Czardas, the military is mobilizing. Nearly 45 million Czardaians have volunteered for service; many will serve noncombatant duty, but there are expected to be at least 3 million combatants in the Czardaian Army, if not more. Even the Navy has received volunteers, surprisingly, and transport ships are being readied for war.

Czardas is preparing for war to the greatest degree it ever has, readying for a multifaceted conflict against impossible odds. Meanwhile, the other 42 wings of Czardas's air force are being wheeled out of disuse and retouched, reworked, modified, revitalized, oiled. Rearmored. Thousands of missiles everywhere are being loaded into SAMs and planes. Defense lines are being set up along Czardaian beaches. And somewhere thousands of miles away, the battle goes on.

OOC:Czar, before I respond to the battle ICly, I need to talk to you on AIM, but in the mean time...

IC:

Imperial Intellegence had noticed the Czardaians' mass mobilization, and immediatly recommended to the Emperor that he respond in kind. Not wanting to second guess the men who knew their trade best, he did as they asked. And far more. In fact, he had decreed that the mightiest air armada ever seen be assembled for deployment to Warmaster.

This grand legion of the skies would consist of no less than 5,000 combat aircraft: a sizable portion of the Imperial Airforce. They would arrive in Warmaster in fleets of five hundred at a time at newly constructed bases, deep within that nation. This was insurance that Czardas' next invasion of Warmaster airspace would result in a quick crushing of their airforce.

However, there were also even more immediate threats to the enemy force currently engaging friendly forces. The Imperial III Fleet, escorting the transports bringing legions XVI-XIX, had arrived. The transports had docked at a part far from the engagement, out of the enemy's striking range, however, the fleet was making steady progress towards the combat area. Along with the fleet were two supercarriers, carrying no less than 180 F-78F Demon II air superiority fighters. Each.

The enemy submarines would no doubt attempt to intercept the force before they came within range to launch aircraft. However, the Imperial Navy had quite a nasty surprise for the Czardaians...

OOC:

III Fleet

2x Helldawg V-class Supercarriers
1x Legionnaire-class Command Dreadnaught
6x Apostle-class Heavy Cruisers
10x Dominance-class AA Destroyers
16x Conquest-class Frigates

The enemy submarines would no doubt attempt to intercept the force before they came within range to launch aircraft. However, the Imperial Navy had quite a nasty surprise for the Czardaians...
[ooc:] Please explain exactly how you detected submarines that a) are stealth masked and b) have not yet done anything except destroy one Psovian fleet, which could be mistaken for an aircraft strike as there were Czardaian aircraft within firing range anyway?

And, I'm signed on to AIM atm, so you can talk to me any time you feel it to be necessary.

[ooc:] Dear God/Allah/Yahweh/Jesus/Buddha/Brahma/Firefury Amahira, will it never end? ;)

[ic:]

Czardaian Intel Labs

"Director, we've intercepted a trasmission!"

Airya Wong listens. "What does it say?"

"We're not all too sure yet, it's still decrypting. However, it's from Freudotopia, and with that kind of encryption it's probably not a condemnation."

"What do we have on Freudotopia?" Wong starts up the database and begins to read.

Her question is answered quickly. "An ally of Doomingsland. Don't even bother decrypting the transmission yet. We know pretty much what it's going to be—aid, and to our enemies." Airya Wong sits there pensively.

"Psov, Borman Warrior, Shenyang, Freudotopia—how many allies can one nation have? Lots of nations made condemnations. Why haven't any of them done anything?"

Meanwhile, all over Czardas, the military is mobilizing. Nearly 45 million Czardaians have volunteered for service; many will serve noncombatant duty, but there are expected to be at least 3 million combatants in the Czardaian Army, if not more. Even the Navy has received volunteers, surprisingly, and transport ships are being readied for war.

Czardas is preparing for war to the greatest degree it ever has, readying for a multifaceted conflict against impossible odds. Meanwhile, the other 42 wings of Czardas's air force are being wheeled out of disuse and retouched, reworked, modified, revitalized, oiled. Rearmored. Thousands of missiles everywhere are being loaded into SAMs and planes. Defense lines are being set up along Czardaian beaches. And somewhere thousands of miles away, the battle goes on.

OOC: Please don't insult my intelligence. All of my transmissions with close allies (Warmaster, Borman, GE, etc.) are encrypted with one-time pad ciphers. Therefore, these most sensitive of my messages are impossible to decrypt. Literally impossible. Besides, how would you possibly intercept a secure fiber-optic communication between myself and Warmaster when you are, presumably, located nowhere near us? How about we pretend that you have no idea that I have promised aid to Warmaster, and if you have spy satellites, they can pick up my fleet movements later. It probably doesn't matter much in this instance, but I don't want you running away with the idea that you can decrypt my top-level communications. That could be a problem in the future.

Godspeed-

The mind behind Freudotopia

OOC: Please don't insult my intelligence. All of my transmissions with close allies (Warmaster, Borman, GE, etc.) are encrypted with one-time pad ciphers. Therefore, these most sensitive of my messages are impossible to decrypt. Literally impossible. Besides, how would you possibly intercept a secure fiber-optic communication between myself and Warmaster when you are, presumably, located nowhere near us? How about we pretend that you have no idea that I have promised aid to Warmaster, and if you have spy satellites, they can pick up my fleet movements later. It probably doesn't matter much in this instance, but I don't want you running away with the idea that you can decrypt my top-level communications. That could be a problem in the future.

Godspeed-

The mind behind Freudotopia[ooc:] We haven't decrypted anything. All we've done is intercepted this, and remember that we have operatives in so many nations that if you want to agree that we don't have one in your nation, there'll be several in nearby neutral states that can intercept the communication and send it to us.

The very fact that we know you're an ally of Doomingsland (and thus Warmaster, Borman, Psov, Shenyang, and the rest of the wolf pack) will enable us to figure out that you're either promising aid or declaring your neutrality, and considering that it's encrypted the way it is, it probably won't be a declaration of neutrality. Allow us our bit of deductive reasoning.

Alternately I can just delete all of my posts in this thread, declare I was never involved, and cancel my losses. Let the other nations, who you obviously respect a lot more simply because of their population or greater RPing experience, fight this war for you. Your objective anyway seems to be to ensure that I not only lose this war, and badly (which I wouldn't be too unhappy about in OOC terms anyway) but make everything you do completely hidden and Z0MG 1MPO551Bl3 T0 D37eK+!!!!1111one, and take no losses whatsoever. Especially with your oh-so-not-godmoding attitude. It gets really frustrating after a while. You can't expect us to lose a war while you take no losses at all, and our intelligence system obviously sucks so we can't detect anything you do which, to other nations, is of course clear as water. :rolleyes:

~The Concordance
"Libertas, Justitia, Honorum, Veritas"

OOC: My men and missiles don't know that, so the missiles will just continue on their merry way until they smack into your naval port and detonate wiping out almost everything there. After all, it is a 6912 missile to whatever number of buldings you happen to have there advantage. No matter what my missiles will cause a whole hell of a lot of damage, even if it isn't to their intended targets, similar to your AA missiles that whacked Doom's airbase. Except I'm dealing in 1500lb HE warheads, and I assume you weren't. So, here's the IC post that has my missiles impact all over your base like hellfire, as their intended targets are gone. Its almost ironic that this attack could more than likely cause more damage because the targets are gone, as now you'll lose most of the port facilities (if not all of them) and a good portion of the support infrastructure, making your navy a greatly reduced threat to anyone, as they have nowhere definite to refuel and rearm. (I know there are civilian ports, but few if any can handle even a 6 million pop. nation's navy)

IC: Katana missile formation

The missiles screamed toward their intended targets, which low and behold were not there. The missiles still ignited their rocket boosters and barreled at close to mach 2.5 toward every biulding in theri paths, which meant the entire base, command structures, drydocks, hangers, fuel depots, everything that was in their path was nearly guarenteed to be annihilated.

OOC: Now it is left to you to decide how much sheer decimation this attack causes.


OOC2: Just an aside, I would like to mention that my airfleet wasn't undetectable, they were hidden most of the time, flitting between clouds. only seeing what would look like a dozen fighters and an AWACS with no markings on the upper surfaces does not give away the fleet, and the fact they were never on the same course for more than a few hours also doesn't help identification. Then again, my military planners set the whole thing upso you'd to do something in preparation, then get back-handed in the face with an attack that cames supposedly from nowhere, with noone to blame. My armada was already gone, the launch would have been detected if it had been the aircraft. My jamming can't cover over 25,000 extra contacts perfectly. (well, really at all, but still, the point stands)

OOC: My men and missiles don't know that, so the missiles will just continue on their merry way until they smack into your naval port and detonate wiping out almost everything there. After all, it is a 6912 missile to whatever number of buldings you happen to have there advantage. No matter what my missiles will cause a whole hell of a lot of damage, even if it isn't to their intended targets, similar to your AA missiles that whacked Doom's airbase. Except I'm dealing in 1500lb HE warheads, and I assume you weren't. So, here's the IC post that has my missiles impact all over your base like hellfire, as their intended targets are gone. Its almost ironic that this attack could more than likely cause more damage because the targets are gone, as now you'll lose most of the port facilities (if not all of them) and a good portion of the support infrastructure, making your navy a greatly reduced threat to anyone, as they have nowhere definite to refuel and rearm. (I know there are civilian ports, but few if any can handle even a 6 million pop. nation's navy)
Well, what are you aiming at then? Remember, since you can't actually detect any of my ships on radar, you've got nothing left to aim at, and besides my harbor is extremely well defended.

And Mariosz is by no means my only military harbor, too. I have others in Port Khûfi, Aurdania, Palma, Cape Holva, etc.

OOC: The missiles are on an outdated target plan, they'd just continue until they hit something, like your buildings, as I said.After all, their intended target is gone. Think how you can't hit a moving car with a tomahawk missile and you've got the idea, the missiles keeps going 'till it hits something or runs out of fuel. Also who says I don't have plan for those other ports? Sure I didn't know about them, but still, now I have more targets to pick apart. A little more explaination: The missiles are flying below the detection range of most radars, save targetting radar. That usually isn't turned on till you detect something. Otherwise you're just wasting your time playing with switches. They're going fast enough to be a pain in the @$$ for AA guns and THELS style laser defenses, and if you're prepping for a tropical storm then all your aircraft should be in hangers, not on the tarmac waiting to be smacked by a flying tree, or Volvo. at least some of the defenses would also be protected since a storm could damage them too. Especially some of the more delicate systems. Does that cover most of the concerns, because if not just ask and I'll try to explain further.

OOC2: Just an aside, I would like to mention that my airfleet wasn't undetectable, they were hidden most of the time, flitting between clouds. only seeing what would look like a dozen fighters and an AWACS with no markings on the upper surfaces does not give away the fleet, and the fact they were never on the same course for more than a few hours also doesn't help identification. Then again, my military planners set the whole thing upso you'd to do something in preparation, then get back-handed in the face with an attack that cames supposedly from nowhere, with noone to blame. My armada was already gone, the launch would have been detected if it had been the aircraft. My jamming can't cover over 25,000 extra contacts perfectly. (well, really at all, but still, the point stands)
We detected the patch of interference, and inferred that it would be some kind of enemy fleet. However, we weren't sure if that patch would be an air fleet or a sea fleet, so we prepared our harbors and airbases along the coast for both. Therefore—even if we detect your planes and watch them fly away—we will keep defending our ports until a definite threat is past, because we have used similar tactics in the past (pretending to bring in an air armada to bomb somewhere when we're really planning it with submarines or whatever). Take a look at some of the earlier posts in this thread, for example.

OOC: The missiles are on an outdated target plan, they'd just continue until they hit something, like your buildings, as I said.After all, their intended target is gone. Think how you can't hit a moving car with a tomahawk missile and you've got the idea, the missiles keeps going 'till it hits something or runs out of fuel. Also who says I don't have plan for those other ports? Sure I didn't know about them, but still, now I have more targets to pick apart.
[ooc:] Besides, my harbor is very well defended (after all, it is a military harbor). So the vast majority of your missiles would basically be destroyed by mine. I already posted that a portion of my harbor was destroyed by the missile attack, as were some buildings along the shore. Besides that, I suffered very little damage.

Why do you not seem to be satisfied with that?

OOC: I haven't been satisfied because I was too busy typing these posts to read al of your yet, so I think we can safely stop this back and forth commenting until you or I make another move against each other. Deal?

This is part of the reason I hate posting when others are on, you can't keep pace with all the responses you need to make. It ticks me off quite a bit. :(

OOC: I haven't been satisfied because I was too busy typing these posts to read al of your yet, so I think we can safely stop this back and forth commenting until you or I make another move against each other. Deal?

This is part of the reason I hate posting when others are on, you can't keep pace with all the responses you need to make. It ticks me off quite a bit. :(
[ooc:] Sorry about that. Yeah, I really ought to shut up once in a while. ;)

[ooc:] We haven't decrypted anything. All we've done is intercepted this, and remember that we have operatives in so many nations that if you want to agree that we don't have one in your nation, there'll be several in nearby neutral states that can intercept the communication and send it to us.

The very fact that we know you're an ally of Doomingsland (and thus Warmaster, Borman, Psov, Shenyang, and the rest of the wolf pack) will enable us to figure out that you're either promising aid or declaring your neutrality, and considering that it's encrypted the way it is, it probably won't be a declaration of neutrality. Allow us our bit of deductive reasoning.

Alternately I can just delete all of my posts in this thread, declare I was never involved, and cancel my losses. Let the other nations, who you obviously respect a lot more simply because of their population or greater RPing experience, fight this war for you. Your objective anyway seems to be to ensure that I not only lose this war, and badly (which I wouldn't be too unhappy about in OOC terms anyway) but make everything you do completely hidden and Z0MG 1MPO551Bl3 T0 D37eK+!!!!1111one, and take no losses whatsoever. Especially with your oh-so-not-godmoding attitude. It gets really frustrating after a while. You can't expect us to lose a war while you take no losses at all, and our intelligence system obviously sucks so we can't detect anything you do which, to other nations, is of course clear as water. :rolleyes:

~The Concordance
"Libertas, Justitia, Honorum, Veritas"

OOC: Czardas, please don't jump to the conclusion that we're ignoring all our losses aand are godmoding our way through this. I can't speak for the others, but I'm not looking at your economy and size and saying, "Well, I'd better underestimate this guy." This war is so far a few air skirmishes and the destruction of a few ships. There aren't going to be serious casualties to take until the land war starts, because there simply aren't enough people in an air fleet to compare to a ground-based army. So keep with the thread, remember that nobody's patronizing you or anything, and let's spill some blood, please.

And I'll try to do more posts tomorrow, a lot's happened.

IC:

To Saul Hudson the Illuminator, August Ruler of Freudotopia:

Your offer of assistance has been gratefully received. Rest assured that Freudotopia will play a major role in the slaughter to come. We shall first crush the aircraft that have infringed on my territory, and together we shall drive the Czardaians back until there is no more room for them to stand. Though it cannot of course serve as complete thanks, I send with this letter a case of Black Death vodka. Imbibe it well.

OOC: Czardas, please don't jump to the conclusion that we're ignoring all our losses aand are godmoding our way through this. I can't speak for the others, but I'm not looking at your economy and size and saying, "Well, I'd better underestimate this guy." This war is so far a few air skirmishes and the destruction of a few ships. There aren't going to be serious casualties to take until the land war starts, because there simply aren't enough people in an air fleet to compare to a ground-based army. So keep with the thread, remember that nobody's patronizing you or anything, and let's spill some blood, please.

And I'll try to do more posts tomorrow, a lot's happened.
[ooc:] I'm sorry, I tend to get a bit emotional and take IC comments too personally. Please accept my apologies, and a gift of 2880 AIMC-41 LRASMs aimed liberally at various targets within your nation. I hope that will satisfy your requests for more bloodshed. Or did you mean on the other side? ;)

[ooc:] We haven't decrypted anything. All we've done is intercepted this, and remember that we have operatives in so many nations that if you want to agree that we don't have one in your nation, there'll be several in nearby neutral states that can intercept the communication and send it to us.

The very fact that we know you're an ally of Doomingsland (and thus Warmaster, Borman, Psov, Shenyang, and the rest of the wolf pack) will enable us to figure out that you're either promising aid or declaring your neutrality, and considering that it's encrypted the way it is, it probably won't be a declaration of neutrality. Allow us our bit of deductive reasoning.


OOC: You can't intercept a fiber-optic data transfer. You'd have to tap the cables, and saying that you have an operative in my nation to do that without RPing anything of the sort or giving me a chance to slash his/her/its throat is rubbish. If you want to sneak spies into my nation, fine. However, you risk their lives. You and Warmaster have apparently sorted whole patronizing you/godmoding thing out, but let me agree with him by saying this:

The fact that I am taking care to safeguard my communications from you means that I do respect you. If I was underestimating you, I would simply let you have all the information you wanted because I would think it wouldn't matter. Therefore, kindly refrain from taking the sensible actions of an astute government as godmoding. Just because I am not willing to hand you a victory does not mean I am godmoding in any way or making it too hard on you. By the by, did you seriously expect me to do anything other than plan for your defeat? Did you think I'd just let you stroll into my little brother's turf and start a beef without crushing your nation into the pavement? If you did, than you deserve to be patronized. Of course I'm trying to win. So is everybody.

Nothing personal, you understand. Strictly business, and let this be the last of it.

OOC: You can't intercept a fiber-optic data transfer. You'd have to tap the cables, and saying that you have an operative in my nation to do that without RPing anything of the sort or giving me a chance to slash his/her/its throat is rubbish. If you want to sneak spies into my nation, fine. However, you risk their lives.I didn't say I had spies in your nation. I said that they were in a neutral nation nearby, between your nation and Warmaster, or bordering on one of you if you share a border. Besides, with that computer system installed in Warmaster, I'd receive a copy of the transmission anyway, just not be able to read it (and you can't say that you sent it to Warmaster in such a way that the data would not appear on his network, because I don't think that's possible).


By the by, did you seriously expect me to do anything other than plan for your defeat? Did you think I'd just let you stroll into my little brother's turf and start a beef without crushing your nation into the pavement? If you did, than you deserve to be patronized. Of course I'm trying to win. So is everybody.

Nothing personal, you understand. Strictly business, and let this be the last of it.
True. I didn't expect you to do anything else, but I mean, it would be kind of nice if you actually agreed to take losses of some kind, sometime. You know, having knowledge of your undetectable transmissions be traced at one end or the other, even to the merest suspicion... I think you know what I mean.

OOC: Way too much OOC grumbling, i'll post a link to an OOC thread in a moment

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=451524

"It seems our ally Czardas has picked a fight with some of the stronger nations we know, but it's our obligation to defend them, especially with We Buy It Inc. already having operatives in Czardas.

*Beginning Transmission*
From: President Jason Horton Garner
The Armed Capitalist Republic of The Silver Sky

The Armed Capitalist Republic of The Silver Sky officially condemns the actions of The Warmaster and their allies, with their actions against democarcy we have no choice but to declare a state of limited war against The Warmaster and their allies, wether not this stays a limited war or becomes a major war is dependent on the actions of The Warmaster and their allies, any attacks on The Silver Sky's(We Buy It Inc.'s) holdings (oil fields, mines, arms manufacturing plants, factories) in Czardas or the We Buy It Inc.'s fleet heading there will be considered an escalation of the war and our military will respond accordingly.
*End Transmission*

The Second Naval Armada has be deployed to just outside Silver Sky National waters (150 miles from the national waters, or 275 miles from shore), and is prepared to head to Czardas if need be.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

OOC: Limited war is definded as a defensive war, protecting an ally from agression while not conducting offensive operations against any enemies not directly threaten the nation or our holdings in that nation.

A high-security compound in Czarna, Intel Briefing Room #3C

Vice-Director Airya Wong's face lights up slightly as she reads the latest message. "At last, a bit of good news. It seems one of our old friends has finally seen some sense."

"Which one?" General Ogden says.

"The Silver Sky. They've also sent over a delegation of sorts, and Kari's gone out to meet them."

"Hm. Can't say I've heard too much about them before. Although I do seem to recall certain earlier conflicts in that region..."

"Mostly what we have on them is that they're a large capitalist nation of about the same size as Czardas, although with a stronger military. Plus some of the updating satellite info on the region in general, a few statistics, and the names of some corporations."

"So they are going to help us?"

"It seems fairly obvious. Limited war... attacking if we ourselves are attacked...sounds about right."

Ogden rises. "Let's adjourn this meeting until Kari returns with...what's the name of this Skyian? Something Diaz...anyway, when they get here to settle in at the new embassy, we can hold a meeting of sorts. Meanwhile, I'll have Finlay of the 14th conduct one of our stealth operations."

"Right. That sounds like a good idea."

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In his office, Ogden switches on the link and dials a code. A face flickers into view on the screen, that of a young woman in her later 20s, with very long dark hair and a very calm, sarcastic expression. She raises her eyebrows slightly and says, "What is it now, General?"

"I need you to conduct a mission inside Warmaster."

"I was wondering when you'd ask. What is the mission?"

Ogden tells her, step by step, what he wants her to do. She listens attentively and nods once or twice.

"From then on, it's really up to you," he finishes. "You will receive weapons and supplies from our 'contacts' in Warmaster or elsewhere. If anyone from The Silver Sky talks to you, work with them. Oh, and remember, keep silent."

"All right," she says. "How many teams will I need for this?"

"Say, six teams ought to do it," says Ogden. "If more are required we'll drop them in. But start with six."

"Okay, thank you." She kills the link.

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Port Khûfi Airfields

The six stealth planes take off from the field, ascending to heights of more than 90,000 feet. Sending out the radar-jamming fields, and staying in close formation, they fly the long distance southwest towards The Warmaster, cutting around and down. They pass high over the Czardaian and Doomingsland air fleets, or rather where their positions would be were they directly under the Czardaian stealth planes. They descend slightly when over land, breaking formation and going down in many different directions. Then, masking themselves as well as possible, ten well-armed Czardaian SpecOps parachute from each plane, their mission to cause havoc behind enemy lines.

Their positions have been carefully plotted to avoid landing in an inhabited or occupied area. They descend silently towards the ground, bracing themselves for landing amid the forests of The Warmaster.

OOC: Sorry to take so long responding to the missiles.

IC: As the missiles speeding toward Korronis drew ever closer, the vast computerized brain that directed Korronis Air Defense sent to all its myriad emplacements the firing signal. A final targeting update was given a split second before the missiles finished launch preparations and the first wave of missiles streaked upwards and away. Then the second wave launched, and the third, and the fourth...the largest emplacements, fitted to the Imperial Palace, didn’t bother to fire, as they were designed to intercept strategic missiles. However, they were hardly needed; thousands of counter-strike missiles were inbound towards the 288 heading to the City. No matter how fast the attacking missiles were coming, the sheer numbers of the Imperial response would shoot them all down.

Or so it was supposed.

It was seemingly impossible; the multiple waves of missiles couldn’t possibly have missed that many times, but four of the enemy missiles continued on their course, unmolested. The Sacred Emperor had arrogantly refused to activate the other defensive layers, and so they hurtled toward the unguarded city, as citizens looked up and saw their doom.

All but one impacted in the Sacred Precinct, two against the Palace, tearing off sizable chunks of stone but barely scratching the massive walls, and one blasting a crater in the Forum, barely missing the Sanctum of the Hierarchs, a massive pyramid containing the tombs of great Sacred Emperors. The final missile streaked into the International Commodities Center, in the Commercial Precinct, an important trade hub. The damage was just short of enough to bring the skyscraper down, but if the fires weren’t put out quickly, it would soon collapse.

“Your Majesty?”

“Yes?” Lucifer replied, sipping his whiskey.

“The missiles have struck the city. We have minimal damage to the Palace and Forum, and severe damage to the International Commodities Center. Civilian casualties are likely small, but will become massive if the Center collapses, which is increasingly likely.”

The Sacred Emperor was silent a long time. Finally he spoke, calmly, saying, “Acceptable. Now hunt those bombers down and destroy them. Then mobilize ten wings and have them combine into a single air fleet. I want our skies secure against the next wave of Czardaian fighters. With the reinforcements from Doomingsland, we should be able to hold easily. Finally, contact the Murderer’s Heart. Tell the captain to arm itself with Dis III and Inferno missiles, and extra graphite missiles as well. Feed it the firing solutions, and let them all go, with the graphite missiles aimed at power plants around the Czardaian capital, and the incendiaries at monuments and such, anything emotionally important or symbolic to their people, and do whatever it takes to destroy them.”

The Murderer’s Heart, an advanced ballistic missile submarine, prowled through the waters off the Czardaian coasts. Sheer serendipity had placed it in international waters at the beginning of the conflict, and it had waited for this moment. Dis IIIs and Infernos were both deadly incendiary missiles, each releasing several warheads which, when detonated, sent out bomblets from each warhead, which in addition to the explosives packed into the warhead itself, flattened a good-sized area and could create a 100-meter wide blaze under good circumstances. Graphite missiles were missiles carrying a payload of graphite fibers which would settle onto electric circuits and knock them out, and so if aimed at the power source, they could black out very large areas.

“Do we have firing solutions, Lieutenant?” the captain inquired.

“No sir. Wait...receiving a package from High Command. I think...yes. Firing solutions ready, captain.”

“Is the launch sequence properly staggered?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Very well. First sequence, launch.”

24 Dis III missiles tore out of the tubes, followed by the second wave of 24 Inferno missiles, and the sequence was finished with a wave of 42 graphite missiles. All these would split into multiple warheads as they approached Czardas, and they would be hard-pressed to intercept them all.

Meanwhile, the interceptors sent to destroy the Czardaian bombers streaked ahead on their mission, aware that they are now outnumbered by the aircraft reinforcing the bombers. But faith is too potent to flinch from merely a more numerous foe, and the pilots’ determination is only reinforced by this test. Arming their long-range AAMs the instant they are in range, they wait a split second and then fire. 64 of these missiles race through the sky, plunging toward the interlopers. More maneuverable than any bomber, they hurtle on, racing to strike them down before the enemy reinforcements can respond.

At the same time, all over the region, MiG-29 Fulcrum Modified interceptors were scrambling to join the attack, preparing their R-73E AAMs, and they would be followed by dozens of A-10 Thunderbolt fighter-bombers, the workhorse of the Imperial Airforce, bristling with bombs and missiles.

Finally, at the direction of High Command, Imperial air defenses register the massive Czardaian air fleet. At the Sacred Emperor’s command, the Navy begins to move into action, aircraft carriers and missile cruisers abandoning patrol routes to prepare to strike at the invaders. Although massively outnumbered, the naval aircraft will keep pace with even the most maneuverable of the Czardaian fighters, and whittle its numbers down until the formation comes in range of the installations groundside. Now it is a race to destroy the first Czardaian wave before their massive reinforcements can save them.

The Imperial Air Force would be very hard-pressed to contend with that of Czardas without aid. However, what with the vast air fleet assembled by Doomingsland, the numbers are at least temporarily on the side of the Imperium, and now is the time to hit hard, covering for the mobilization of the Imperial Legions. As Sacred Emperor Lucifer believes, the best way to destroy an infection is to strike hard and fast at the source. As soon as the skies were secure, he would take the war to Czardas with lightning speed.

OOC: EDIT: I'm going to assume those missiles are ballistic missiles. (Oh, and the ABM defense was built in combination with several other nations, so yeah, I can afford it.)

[Earth Orbit]

High above the earth Silver Sky Military Satellites quickly detected the launch of the Ballistic Missiles, GPALS constellations were active right way, hundreds of "Brilliant Pebbles", small missiles the size of a AIM-9, left their positions in orbit and speed towards the incoming ballstic missiles at high speeds, several satellites also deployed larger interceptor missiles.

Bright explosions could be seen in the sky as the Brilliant Pebbles shredded their targets, of the 90 missiles launched all were destroyed.

[Combined Intelligence, InterNational Early Warning Response Command [CINDER]]

Red warning lights went on all through the command station, crew watched with their finger crossed as the ballistic missiles were intercepted, one be one the contacts were lost, the crew sighed in relief as the threats were destoryed, this was only the second time the GPALS Constellations had been deployed in actual combat, as for now their record was spotless, though that was with relatively small numbers of ballistic missiles.

Command was having a hay day trying to identifiy the launcher of the missiles, it could be anyone, although The Warmaster or Doomingslandwas the most likely.

Several Commanders wanted to strike back, some with nuclear weapons,(OOC: Cause for all they know those missiles could have been nukes), but the "limited state of war" that had been declared prevented them for doing so.

[Silver Sky Republican Navy, Second Naval Armada, 1000km to the southwest of Czardas]

The 2nd Naval Armada (http://s14.invisionfree.com/TSSTechCentral/index.php?showtopic=93) chugged along, after the launch of the missiles they left thier station halfway in between Czardas and The Silver Sky, they are assigned protection of future Silver Sky Military Stations in Czardas, with them and their accompanying transports they carried 200,000 troops destined for defensive positions in Czardas. They were assigned to protect businesses, factories and mines that were now owned by Silver Sky citizens of We Buy It Inc., they would not participate in offensive actions unless seriously provoked.

600km closer to Czardas the much smaller, non-military fleet of We Buy It Inc., although smaller it still contained 32 frigates, 16 destroyers, 8 cruisers, 8 arsenal ships, 4 Atlantic-class Trimaran large battleship, 4 Antietam-class BBGN, and two Victory-class Trimaran fleet carriers, this fleet was to be deployed in defense of the Czardaian Offshore Oil Fields now owned by We Buy It Inc., a single division of We Buy It Inc. troops were already stationed in Ardaja International Airport and awaiting orders.

A message was quickly dispatched to the Navarre-Class SSNs in the area, the coordinates from the ballistic missile launch had be discovered, 10 subs were dispatched to patrol the area.

Persepolis Palace, Parthia

The Shah sat on his terrace, a cigar wrapped in one hand and a glass of cognac in the other. He was relaxing, Parthia had done little in the past few months, simply keeping in some sort of isolation, now, that was about to change. A messenger came to him carrying the news, a CAD ally had been attacked, nations had moved to try and exploit a rebellion of the worst kind, a democratic one! He was angered, nearly foaming at the mouth, barking out orders, since the Rotovia conflict had died out, the whole of the Parthian military was mobilized and ready to go. He smiled a bit as he gave the order, "Mobilize as many divisions of armor and infantry as possible for immediate transport, use the entire naval force devoted to Indian Ocean duty for escort purposes, send them to the Warmaster, ensure our allies can crush any resistance."

"Oh, and I think we need to ensure the Czardasians realize their vulnerability, deploy a few SSBNs several hundred miles off their coast and utilize some high explosive, cluster, and incindiary warheads on a coastal city, targetting schools, hospitals, and densely populated sections of the city. The goal is to incite terror, so do that well."

Bandar-e Abbas, Parthia

Hundreds of warships, loaded with a full complement of weapons, streaked out of the port into the Persian Gulf. Transports followed, packed with 35 divisions of Infantry and 10 Divisions of armor, along with other supplies. Once they were out of the gulf, they were to link up with even more Parthian warships to bring the fleet to one of the largest ever deployed for a foreign operation since the invasion of Malgeria.

Chah Bahar, Parthia
Slipping out from their berths, thirteen SSBNs moved under the waters, cruising into the open ocean under the waves. They were not alone, most of the Parthian submarine contingent was deployed in Chah Bahar, and many SSNs deployed there were being tasked with linking up with the armada to provide support. Hopefully, the SSBNs could do their task and not attract attention of their absence before the missiles showed up on air defense radars.

As the enemy fighters moved into range of Warmaster's interceptors, they unwittingly brought themselves within range of Imperial long-range missiles. As Czardaian aircraft closed with allied aircraft, seventy XSRAAM air-to-air missiles were prepped, one missile per fighter, with extra missiles targetting the aircraft with missile defenses.

The missiles were quickly fired off, rocketing towards their targets at mach six, and most likely catching them off gaurd.

With that attack, the Czardaians now knew that Imperial fighters were in the immediate area.

However, as soon as those missiles made contact with their targets, SkyEye Eight made a temporary intrusion into the enemy AWACS' range, immediatly letting off thirty AIM-157 air-to-air missiles, fifteen targetting each AWACS. These missiles, making use of passive RADAR recievers, would use the enemy's own RADAR to find them. They would also make use of SkyEye Eight's own RADAR and LIDAR. They would reach their targets in a little over three minutes, giving them little time to maneuver. With their scramjet engines pushing them to mach eight, the enemy AWACS would probably fail to detect the missiles until they were but 100 miles away, giving them little, if any, chance to evade.

Once the missiles arrived, their warheads would detonate on proximity or contact, pumping the aircraft full of high velocity flechettes, shredding both the plane itself and the massive RADARs.

When the enemy RADAR went down, the true slaughter would commence.

If someone could fill me in I would gladly join whatever side just filled me in. Or I can join my own side! Both good ideas also the misle thing. Your missles probably based off of the hell-fire design so wind currents will be a big thing. So it is uo too how you designed your missles. If you designed them too hit the last thing they were targeted you are in the green. If your missles just keep going along the designated route it is a no since they won't activily get there. My two (and a half) cents.

Cheif of the navy, Admiral Puztinni, had been given audience with the Potentate to explain the situation regarding the ongoing conflict with Czardas.

The sudden destruction of the Psovian Armada had the Potentate in a wrathful temper.

His immediate response to the bad news was revenge. "I want retalitory action immediately, send what you can to wreak havoc on Czardas' industry and infastructure."

Puztinni had dealt similar hands to his enemies in the past, usually with immense effect, and often response.

"position our SSBN's about 1,000 km from their shores and begin a bombardment on their outlying centers of industry and production. Following our SSBN's have the Reactionary fleet waiting to intercept any Czardian ships that come hunting for our subs. And once their task of terrorizing the coast is complete, begin an aerial assualt on any coastal defenses or fortifications."

With his instructions the Admiral left the Potentate and gave the order to mobilize the Reactionary fleet.

The Psovian Reactionary Fleet

1 Ul'yanovsk Class Aircraft Carrier
1 Charles de Gaulle CVN
5 Roska BBG
2 Payton BCN
13 Kirov Class Guided Missile Cruiser
10 Cherokee CGN
14 Udaloy-II Class Guided Missile Destroyer
9 Neustrashimy Class Frigate
10 HYDRA CLASS
5 DUKE CLASS
10 Typhoon Class (Cruise Missile)
9 Kilo class Torpedo Submarine (Diesel)
4 SSN RUBIS AMETHYSTE
8 U214

[ooc:] Damnit, you don't allow me a moment's rest do you? :p Ah well, a lot to respond to, I'll go in order.

Moorington: Read the thread! (Brief summary: The Warmaster kills supporters of democracy and establishes an absolute dictatorship. Lots of nations scream "human rights abuses" but Czardas is the only one to take action. Czardas and its allies are far outnumbered by The Warmaster and its allies. The current situation is that we've deployed an air armada to The Warmaster and are busy fending off attacks from Psovian ships, Doomingslandi aircraft, and The Warmaster's ground defenses while keeping the home front secure from Shenyangian missiles and more. Feel free to join whichever side you prefer.)

[ic:]

The 40-odd Czardaian planes between the main fleet and the Warmaster's interceptors have suddenly found themselves in a very bad situation. Long-range AAMs are flying at them from the planes ahead, and their radar has just registered the eleven remaining squadrons of Doomingslandi aircraft, the carriers far below (and still fairly distant) bearing more than three hundred planes, and the missiles flying at them.

As usual, the Strikers push their way to the front, trying to eliminate all the missiles while the rest of the fighters escape and return to the main air fleet. The Daggers, which have no anti-missile defenses except their maneuverability, manage to evade the missiles that strike at them, with only three or four falling to enemy fire. As the Striker anti-missile defenses take out two waves of missiles, the Peregrines accelerate to speeds approaching mach 4, streaking across the sky towards the Czardaian formation. The Strikers follow at a little over mach 3 with minimal losses; only three planes out of the squadron of 15 are destroyed.

As more of the Warmaster's aircraft approach, the missiles streaking towards the Hailstorms are registered. Hailstorm anti-missile lasers and missiles flicker out to destroy the enemy missiles. In brilliant flashes of fire below the main Czardaian air fleet, enemy missiles explode like fireworks in a single color.

Also registered are the missiles approaching the AWACS craft. One minor difficulty is that between the thirty missiles and their intended targets are over a thousand Czardaian planes; the outermost layer of two hundred and twenty or so are all Strikers with anti-missile defenses. A safe 65 miles from the main formation, the missiles go up in blazes of fire. Despite this barrage, ten of the missiles survive, streaking past the Strikers in less than a second as the AWACS automated lasers flick on, cutting apart the missiles as they approach. White's craft responds a split second faster than Horan's, and Siobhan White watches as seven of the missiles hit the other craft, destroying it in a crimson blaze. While his anti-missile defenses take out two missiles, the last one manages to hit, destroying part of the RADAR receptors as well as the AWACS's passive radar receivers.

Meanwhile, as soon as the enemy AWACS enters Czardaian radar range, the planes release a barrage of long-range AAMs in its direction. More than 50 missiles streak across the sky towards the huge plane, traveling many times faster than the plane itself. Considering their range of 180 miles, even if it turns and tries to escape the missiles will reach it. They are not quite advanced as the Doomingslandi missiles but will not be detected until about 120 miles from their intended targets.

With the enemy AWACS downed, the Czardaian planes will advance on their targets and finish them off once and for all.

Aurdania Naval Command Center, Aurdania, Czardas.

"Ma'am, we have a highly...unusual...report," states the commander of personnel, reporting to his superior, Mariel Thier.

"Very well. What exactly have you found?" Thier asks. She is a nervous and rather impatient-looking woman, small but with an air that marked her unmistakably as being used to being in command. Thier had served as an Admiral in the Czardaian Navy before being selected for her current job, which served as unofficial Vice Admiral to the head of Czardas's navy.

"Well, besides friendly submarines and ships, we have detected a number of subs that appear to be from Shenyang, a single submarine from The Warmaster, a significant number of Parthian submarines that appear to be coming in at the extreme end of our radar, and some Psovian submarines. We have reason to believe all of these have entered our radar range in order to strike at Czardas itself."

"Hmmm. This doesn't look good." Thier thinks for a minute. "I'll talk to CAMERA and see what it can do for us then. Keep monitoring our range for new arrivals."

Czardas's lack of a strong navy is a well-known fact, and thus Czardas has suffered many attacks from the sea over its time on the international scene. Thus, while Czardaian territorial waters extend only 120 miles out from the sea, Czardaian radar range goes out much farther, almost 700 miles. While this picks up many ships that have nothing at all to do with Czardas, it has proved highly useful in averting naval attacks in the past. Czardaian missile defenses in cities such as Mariosz, Aurdania, and Port Khûfi are anyway strong enough to deal with missile attacks from the sea; however, it always helps to know that an enemy force is out there beforehand, especially with submarines, because those probably aren't going to be there just for trade or pleasure.

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Project CAMERA (Coastal Anti-Missile and Enemy Retaliation at Aurdania) Headquarters

After Thier shakes hands with the necessary people and goes through the necessary formalities in the lobby of the large building that is connected to the ANCC by walkways over the cobbled streets of Aurdania—a strange incongruity in an ancient city—they can, so to speak, "get down to business". She initiates it.

"Is Stage 1 of CAMERA complete?"

"Yes. We have finished with Aurdania's basic missile defenses. Mariosz and Tyriandor have been similarly equipped, not to mention all of our SAM installments along the coast."

"Good. What about submarines? Is our reserve stock ready?"

"Regretfully not, but that will be complete within several days at the latest. We are still loading the expanding warheads."

"All right. So our missiles have been readied for an immediate strike?"

"Yes, would you like to see?"

The corporate suits lead her down hallways into the basement and onto a hallway with huge panes of glass on either side. Thier glances in and stops to catch her breath. The sight is something not even she could have imagined.

Far below the walkway, below sea level as well, were hundreds of missile installments. Thousands, even, stretching away underground for miles along the peninsula. Missiles had been loaded into their boxes to fire through the air, along the ocean, under the ocean...Many thousands of missiles, capable of flattening most of Czardas in all likelihood. On the other side, the missile installments continue, running off at both ends into the far distance. All ready to be launched at a moment's notice.

"I'll program the targets." In the computer system above the missile launch area, she sits down and sends a message to the Silver Sky's command, warning them to mark their submarines and ships as friendly to avoid destruction. She waits until the order has been fulfilled and none of TSS's submarines are in the target area. Then she selects all of the submarines within firing range of the missiles, more than 750 miles, and presses the appropriate button.

Underwater, hundreds of stealth masked missiles are hurled from their launch boxes. They boil through the water, screaming towards the enemy submarines at speeds forced on by their engines. They will detonate at 60 m away from their targets, destroying the target as well as anything else in the immediate vicinity. With their guided locks, all submarines within range will be hit even if they try to maneuver away from the incoming missiles, although their likelihood of detecting those without the most advanced radar systems is low due to their stealth masking.

No ships within that range are targeted, both because of the large Silver Sky fleets approaching Czardas and the prevalence of commercial and other ships in international waters. It appears as though further attempts to attack Czardas's coast will not have the highest success rate.

[ooc:] Psov, I'm assuming you've already deployed your submarines within range because of the "immediately" part in your Potentate's speech. If not, you are excused from taking losses at this time. ;)

If someone could fill me in I would gladly join whatever side just filled me in. Or I can join my own side! Both good ideas also the misle thing. Your missles probably based off of the hell-fire design so wind currents will be a big thing. So it is uo too how you designed your missles. If you designed them too hit the last thing they were targeted you are in the green. If your missles just keep going along the designated route it is a no since they won't activily get there. My two (and a half) cents.
[ooc:] It appears that your nation is democratic, so if you want to enter the democracy side may be best for you. Your decision, really.

OOC: A tag until I have a chance to catch up on the thread...more specifics to come i suppose...

IC:
2:17 PM local time, Warcrown Stadium, Ohm, The Voltarum

Chancellor Avlos Selkirk stood at the door of the Premier's suite, sweaty hands gripping the documents he had brought with him. Of all the damn times... He nodded to the two Guards at the end of the hall, and gingerly opened the door. Immediately, his senses went into overdrive as the bright lights, smell of hot dogs, and blasting of the loudspeakers assaulted him.

"...And Harithan is down! The goal will count! That makes the score, as we end the 6th period, Ohm 14, Likli 17. As we pause for intermission and the ambulance crew, please remember t-shirts are on sale...

A man in the front of the room, looking down at the playing field raised his hand from a plush leather seat. The announcer volume subsided. THe man turned, stood, and approached his visitor.

"Avlos, good to see you! You watching this hookball game? Likli is kicking some ass out there! I tell you, with the way they are playing this year, they might actually return to their former glory..."

"No Premier, I've been at the capitol... some... business came up."

The Premier frowned. "Harumph. No wonder you are here. I didn't think you were a hookball fan. Shall we...?" He motioned to his right.

"Yes, Premier. Given the urgency of this information."

The Premier motioned to his guards, who nodded. He took Avlos through a side door to a small office, still with a breathtaking view of the field below, guards stopping at the closed, soundproof door. Outside, below them, the ambulance was just leaving the field. Only a broken leg... Harithan got off easy.

They sat down. "Lay it on me Avlos."

"Premier, over the last few days, Voltarum Intelligence has been watching a situation involving the CAD...."

The Premier interrupted. "You know Avlos, I WAS having a good day. Let me guess, our old friend Doomingsland is up to something."

"Yes Premier. They have gotten themselves involved with Warmaster... as you recall, what they did recently..." The Premier nodded. "Well, Doom has become involved. And we just got a communique from Woodstock. The Silver Sky is allies with one of the nations under attack..." He paused to look at his notes. "...Czardas. We both know Doomingsland's military power, they could use our help to provide a defensive barrier...."

The Premier rose his hand. "Enough. I want a meeting in 6 hours in the Great Hall. I will call the Order to assembly for a vote. I want a complete report to myself and the Order by you and the Viceroys at that time. Have Admiral Kathon order the 6th & 7th Fleets mobilized... something tells me they might be shipping off soon."

"The 7th Fleet? Thats Saltrow's... are you sure that is wise? Given the history with the CAD?"

"She will be fine. Besides, the new Sarzonian ships are part of that fleet. Lets see how they handle some action."

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9:42 PM Local Time, The Great Hall, Ohm, The Voltarum

The doors to the great hall opened, and the four Viceroys of the Voltaru Armed forces entered the High Order's chambers, followed by several of their aides. Twelve plush chairs formed a semi circle, each decorated with its region's flag and colors, and each holding one of the Chancellors. Sitting at the focus of the circle, Premier Xerco Longbottom rose from his chair. The men walked forward.

"The Order has decided. In a 11-1 vote, the High Order of the Voltarum has authorized the intervention in the conflict in question. Defensive forces only may be used to come to the aid of our allies. High Minister of Defense Selkirk will work with you to decide on specific numbers for deployment. I will contact our allies shortly to inform them of this decision. This session of the High Order is adjourned."

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To: The Silver Sky
Fr: The Voltarum
Re: Czardas

The Voltarum has decided to come to the defense of you and your
allies. PLease advise us of your current military situation, and where
best to deploy our forces for your protection. Two of our fleets, over
300 ships and 600 planes, are ready and waiting.

With Respect,
Your Woodstock Pact Ally
Prm X. Longbottom

OOC: Psov, Im going to assume your ships and subs are already at their warpoint, is that fine? Also my ships are coming from the southwest of yours, the center of the fleet about 500km away from the edge of yours.

SSRS = Silver Sky Republican Ship

IC:

[SSRS 'Tranquility' Neptune-Class Trimaran Super Dreadnaught (http://s14.invisionfree.com/TSSTechCentral/index.php?showtopic=30), Flagship of the 2nd Naval Armada]

The gigantic ships slice gracefully through the ocean, to both the port and starboard sides you could see two more of the Neptune-class behemoths, the 'Distant Thunder' and the 'Kaitou'. Just behind them were 3 hyper carriers, and flanking them on both sides were 16 battleships, countless others ships extended as far as 150km from the. Above them were hundreds of F-133S fighters on CAP stations extending 200km out.

Aboard the bridge of he 'Traquility' Fleet Admiral Jessica Eva watched over the fleet, she was the only woman to command a Silver Sky Republican Naval Fleet, and the highest ranking woman in the entire navy.

"Admiral, the OTH radars have detected a small naval force, satellite RADAR?IR and cameras confirm this, we managed to get a look at the flagship and most of the fleet before the satellite was out of range," Said one of the recon officers as he handed Admiral Eva some photos, "We managed to identify them as Psov ships, also long range UUV patrols have identified about two dozen enemy submarines, although we have detected torps from Czardas so they won't be much of a threat."

"Good good." Said Admiral Eva as she handed the photos back. "Procced towards the enemy fleet, ready some Pelican anti-ship missiles on a wing of F/A-128s and some 'Scourge' missiles on the arsenal ships.

On the hyper carriers seventy-two F/A-128s were quickly loaded with eight Pelican anti-ship missile each, the planes were quickly launched and proccedded to the launch point, approx. 400km from the enemy fleet, they were escorted by a wing of F-133s.

Back at the fleet,the 16 Arsenal ships fired fourty 'Scourge' missiles each at the capital ships of the Psovian fleet. (Anything cruiser or bigger).

The planes finally reached their destination and let loose all of their Pelican missiles, 576 in total at all of the ships.

Beneath the waves approx. 250km from the enemy sub two groups of ten Navarre-Class SSN, loaded with 'Bayonet' large torpedoes stalked towards the enemy fleet at 27 knots. One within range they would unleash total destuction on the large Typhoon subs and the smaller ones.

Aboard "the Opressor" Flagship of the Imperial Reactionary Fleet
Admiral Kroyztov stood on one of the many observation decks atop the Bridge of the supercarrier "The Opressor". Orbital Intelligence had notified them of a hostile fleet southwest of their position.

He had ordered 60 FA-66 Spoilers from each of the carriers into the air and had them set a course for the enemy fleet.
In addition the remaining SSBN subs were to fire their entire aresenal of M45's at the enemy command ship, a total of 94 missles travelling at hyper-sonic speed towards and around the enemy commandship.

Almost immediately the Spoilers came in contact with enemy aircraft, the two groups of spoilers broke formation making a clear path for the enemy to the reactionary fleet, only to envelop them , though the spoiler is not known for it's payload or accuracy, it is wonderfully Maneuverable, the planes in two groups of 60 turned and opened cybltaneous fire upon the enemy planes, though almost indescriminatly causing some collision and friendly fire.
Meanwhile, the subs launched their volley of M45's with the intent of bombarding the enemy flagship's position.

Only seconds later streaming towards the fleet came enemy scourge missles, the second carrier, "Le Victoire" was almost instantaneously destroyed, but the Flagship interecepted some 40 fast moving missles before they made contact, still sustaining damage from blast though. Half of the fleet suffered similar damage, while 1/4 of the fleet's capital ships were destroyed from the attack.

Admiral Kroztov ordered the Missle Cruisers to return fire immediately, targetting the closest capitol ships to their position.

Underwater

The wave of Czardaian missiles fired from Aurdania has separated out into groups. As the missiles approach their terminal phase—separation of the warheads—they begin to relock on each enemy submarine. The largest wave has been fired at the Psovian submarines, a total of nearly 40 per sub. The stealth masked missiles are now less than 70 km from their targets and will arrive in under a minute. The Psovian subs have no chance of survival.

The enemy planes had surrounded the formation and launched missiles, almost immediently the highly advanced F-133 Valkyries swung into action, using their switchblade wings to maximize their maneuverability, the Valkyries were an excellent blend of maneuverability, payload and speed. They broke formation and began to engage the enemy fighters with gunfire and unleashed AIM-317 Basilisk SRAAMs (http://s14.invisionfree.com/TSSTechCentral/index.php?showtopic=6), these missiles were known for their persistance, they literally followed their targets until the ran out of fuel. Their laser defence system literally blinds the Psovian Sidewinder missiles this work somewhat effectively most pilots just choose to outrun and out maneuver the missiles, still, several Valkyries were taken out.

The F/A-128s faired a bit worse, a six planes were taken out right away, 6 other planes piloted by rookies broke formation, 2 were destroyed while the other 4 tried to tangle with the enemy firghters, the rest were protected by their flicking skin, blurred edges and LDS systems.

They managed to get close enough to launch the missiles, 480 Pelican missiles left their launch rails and flew towards the enemy fleet targeting cruisers and carriers, after releasing the missiles they began to tangle with the enemy planes.

Another group of F-133s were pulled off CAP and headed towards the battle.

Long range SAMs like the MIM-171 Block B Piranhas, with a range of 850 miles targeted the large heat sources of the M45s, nearly 200 of these missiles left their VSL and launch tubes, a few managed to intercept before the M45s could release their warheads, the rest were intercepted by GPALs system, several got through releasing their MIRVs. Even more Piranhas, joined by Hornet SAMs opened fired streaking into the sky, one by one the MIRVs were knocked out, though 4 got through, but by then the flagships had moved, 3 were off by nearly a mile nearly blasting 3 battleships and causing low damage on two and heavily damaging another shreading through several secondary turrets , but one landed right next to a 'Neptune', the 'Kaitou' to be exact, the blast rocked the ship and caused a huge wave, several CIWSs were taken out along with a single secondary turret, the nearby battle ship also sustained some minor damage.

The arsenal ships fired another round of 40 'Scourge' missiles each, totaling another 640 missiles heading towards the already crippled Psovian fleet.

Beneath the waves the wo groups of ten Navarre-Class SSN, loaded with 'Bayonet' large torpedoes had been ignored by the enemy submarines, they managed to get into range of the enemy subs and then went active, going their top speed and activating thier active sonar, each releashed 2 'Bayonet' large torpedoes towards the enemy subs totaling 40 torps.

OOC: Czardas, theres somewhat of a problem, RADAR can't really detect submarines travelling under the water, thats the job of sonar, and that doesn't really work as well, especially detecting subs that run far quieter... though it is somewhat of a moot point since I'm not even in your territorial waters or close to them. However, I will let it slide for the sake of RP, just keep what I said in mind.

IC:

Task Force Elipson: 700 miles from Czardas

As the submarines pulled to a shallow depth for missile launch, Captian Narseh Zahedani, commander of the battle fleet prepared the final order of the strike. All SLBMs were to be fired immediatley, using predetermined strike points determined by satellite intellegence: mostly infrastructural, industrial, and dense population zones.

On the order the Sistan's 24 launch tubes each released their payload, a single SLBM from each. The nuclear or chemical warheads normally in them had been replaced, 20 carried several thousand pounds of high explosive each, designed to target industrial and infrastructural targets, like ports. Two were carrying cluster munitions, designed to break up in the air and send bomblets flying over a large area, while two others carried thousands of pounds of incindiary weapons. Those four were to be targetted on civilian areas, particularly densely populated slums. Following the Sistan's launch, the thirteen other SSBNs jetissoned their missiles, each armed the same as the Sistan's. 312 missiles total now flew directly up, exiting the atmosphere as they accelerated, moving above the range of most SAMs. They were to continue flying at the trajectory towards their targets, and if they were not intercepted, were to accelerate back down and jettison the reentry vehicles, which would move at immense inertias down to their targets, blasting and burning anything below.

Once the missiles flew away, the submarines moved back under the water, cruising away silently at a low depth, hoping to get out of range for retribution by the time the missiles smashed into Port Khûfi.

OOC: Just to let everyone know (especially Warmaster), it's unlikely that I will have time to post in this thread because all my attention will be focused on the Irreconcilable Differences thread that GE and I just started up.

[shameless plug]Everyone should look into it. It's gonna be sweet. Yes, even you, Warmaster.[shameless plug]

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=451713

Sorry.

Secret Telegram to Czardras

Your attack have seem to have failed. Your forces should retreat. right now you are fighting several superpowers capable of crushing both of us. We should retreat until we have more strong allies.

[ooc:] They were tracked with RADAR in combination with SONAR, and I already explained about the range and submarines.

[ic:]

Unfortunately for the fourteen submarines, they have a problem, namely that over 200 stealth-masked missiles are streaming towards them at more than 4000 km/h. Launched as soon as the submarines entered Czardaian range, less than 60 km separate them from impact by this point. They will have hit before the submarines have gone out of the powerful missiles’ 800-mile range. Since the submarines have turned already to go after firing their volley, they will be hard pressed to use countermeasures, and considering the sheer numbers of missiles approaching them, even if they can use countermeasures of some kind it will probably do little good.

The second problem, although minor as the submarines themselves will probably not exactly escape unscathed, is that the city they are firing at is one of the best-defended locations in Czardas. Only Mariosz and Czarna are better-defended than Port Khûfi, Mariosz because it is Czardas’s largest port and Czarna because it is the capital. In addition, the “slums” they are populating were eliminated many years ago by Czardas’s extensive welfare programs. Port Khûfi and the island it is situated upon are of strategic importance, being located at the mouth of Czardas’s largest and most important river, the Zaïr. The port city and the military base housing hundreds of thousands of Marines and their transports nearby are defended by literally thousands of SAMs, like most of the coastal population centers.

In addition, the missiles are detected long before they approach impact by Czardaian satellites. Czardas’s satellite network is fairly large, as many of the satellites (including geosynchronous ones) were launched during Czardas’s long period of isolation before the Imperial Galactican war. As the missiles reach their highest trajectory, satellites above them autoload magnetic radar jamming, forcing the missiles downwards to within SAM range. The information has been relayed back to the base already, and as the missiles are thrown off course downwards, SAMs blaze up to meet them, two or three locked on each missile. High above in the upper atmosphere, the missile rain explodes in brilliant fireworks, so high up they are invisible from the Earth.

Despite this, over twenty of the missiles manage to survive, plunging earthwards. Another round of SAMs is fired almost immediately, to hit the missiles before they can reach velocities of Mach 6 or greater, making them nearly impossible to hit. Seven of these survive, all of which are targeted at the port. Ground laser defenses activate as the missiles approach, destroying some of them, but despite this one of the harbors is partially destroyed. In a massive fireball piers and several commercial ships just disintegrate. Part of the street of the port city are also destroyed by this attack, and one or two buildings suffer minor damage, but otherwise there has been no severe damage to Czardaian infrastructure.

Secret Telegram to Czardras

Your attack have seem to have failed. Your forces should retreat. right now you are fighting several superpowers capable of crushing both of us. We should retreat until we have more strong allies.
Secret Telegram to Gyrobot

Unfortunately, we cannot retreat at this time, as our forces are under attack and will be destroyed if they leave. Once we have finished our first battle, we will certainly draw back to Czardas or prepare for a greater invasion of Warmaster, whichever seems prudent at that point. It is becoming more and more obvious that the enemy’s plan is to strike at Czardas itself, but with our help from The Silver Sky as well as the fact that more than 90% of our military forces are now in Czardas itself, such an invasion would almost certainly be repulsed.

In addition, you made a condemnation of The Warmaster, but as yet have made no move to mobilize military forces. You are a larger and more militarily powerful nation than either Czardas or The Silver Sky, yet we have mobilized for war, and you have not. Unlike you, we believe in following up on our word and taking action against tyranny, where you seem to be talking much and doing little. Which of us, in the end, is morally superior?

~Kari Alhoun, Czardaian Foreign Minister

Task Force Elipson

Radar and thermal detection bouys had shown the incoming weapons, heating up rediculously at 4,000 miles an hour through the air, a mass wave of them, rapidly moving in on the submarines. The Sistan knew what had to be done, and working quickly, they organized the rear facing torpedo tubes, firing pulse detonating EMP warheads in each.

Each of the torpedoes skimmed off, moving rapidly towards the enemy torpedoes, to the point where it was positioned in the point the detected formation would be at and let loose an EMP, knocking out guidance hardware and sending the now guidanceless weapons sinking into the depths below.

With their backs cleared, the submarines continued deeper, hoping to get out of range as soon as possible, clearly, they would have to try more direct methods.

Shahanshah Space Command Center

The computers of the Parthian central command center for space based weapony were now going online, prepared to recieve instructions. Dozens of special dual purpose satellites now went online, preparing themselves for a new mission, the destruction of Czardasian space based assets. The dual purpose "hunter killer" satellites, utilizing kinetic energy explosive weaponry, were ordered to attack a variety of Czardasian assets, ranging from any possible spy satellites, to anything owned by Czardas.

Meanwhile, four weapons systems, kinetic energy weapons firing tungsten rods, were rerouted, their new objective was to hammer down on the Czardas coast from a few hundred miles away, smashing down randomly on civilian areas with fast moving tungsten rods.

[ooc:] As the missiles were released underwater, I don't think SAMs would be too much help. Just a pointer. :)

Besides, being proximity warheads, the missiles nearest the EMP would explode when within 50 m of it, destroying it and allowing the other 200+ missiles to continue on their path.

IC:

The Parthians' hunter-killer satellites were intercepted by dozens of "Brilliant Pebbles" from the GPALS system, the GPALS had been tasked with protection of Czardaian space based assests and a defense against more BM attacks.

The kinetic weapons were detected as they arched through the atmosphere, dozens of brilliant pebbles and large Kinetic kill vehicles were routed to intercept The Parthians' kinetic weapons.

SIC:
A message was dispatched to Czardas

Let us take control of BM interception, we have the technology.

SIC:
A message was dispatched to Czardas

Let us take control of BM interception, we have the technology.
Czardaian Central Command replied with the following very short message:

Very well, we will allow you to deal with orbital and space weapons, as we never believed in developing such weaponry.

~General Henrik A. Ogden

:::bump:::

OOC: Czardas, I'm curious how you managed to detect so many stealth submarines. But it's moot as far as my sub is concerned, because it's going down.

IC: The captain of the Murderer's Heart was angry. He had received word from High Command that every one of the missiles he launched had been destroyed, causing no damage at all. He was considering launching another wave without High Command's permission, but he was expendable, so it wasn't the greatest idea. Thus, all he and the crew had to do was wait.

Suddenly the SONAR display went wild. Beeping frantically, it appeared to have picked up some kind of torpedo heading toward them at an amazing speed, and would be on them in less than a minute. Rapping out orders, the captain prepared to do his duty.

"Prepare both torpedo tubes and get a lock on it."

"Done."

"Very good. Fire..."

But before the gunner could launch the torpedoes, the strange incoming object reached 60m and exploded, tearing apart the sub.

Back at the Palace, a few minutes later, an attendant gulped apprehensively and knelt before the Sacred Emperor, waiting to be asked his news.

"Yes?"

"Your Majesty, the [i]Murderer's Heart[/i has been destroyed. Apparently they picked up some sort of torpedo seconds before they were sunk, moving very quickly. It detonated at a range of 60m and destroyed the sub. We have unconfirmed reports that the ships of Psov, Shenyang, and the Parthians have come under attack similarly."

Lucifer thought about it. This must have been some sort of defense mechanism they hadn't known about. There were several options. One was to send a fleet so big and well-armed that could intercept the missiles with torpedos of their own, but that was wasteful. He thought about it more, and soon had the answer.

"Get me Imperial Intelligence."

OFFICIAL IMPERIAL DIPLOMATIC COMMUNIQUE:

TO: DOOMIINGSLAND, PSOV, SHENYANG, AND THE PARTHIANS

The single submarine I sent into Czardaian waters was recently sunk by an unforeseeable defense mechanism. I am sure you are aware of this, as you have come under attack yourselves. It seems increasingly likely Czardas is intercepting our messages, so I must say little, but it seems obvious to me this system must be neutralized before any attack on Czardas can be considered. I ask any nation willing to put plans of that nature into action, as I have done myself, and also to consider enacting plans to neutralize the satellite defenses protecting Czardas from missile attack. To reply, I suggest that representatives of our nations meet in person, as, I repeat, it is possible that Czardas is intercepting our communications.

May the gods be with you in our enterprise.
Sacred Emperor Lucifer of Domain Halcyon

END COMMUNIQUE

A while later, a stealthed plane thousands of feet above the oceans near the Czardaian coast opened its drop hatch and let a dozen figures parachute out, too far above RADAR range to be detected, making a HALO jump into the ocean. They were seasoned professionals; as they hit the water, not one got tangled in their parachute. They waited until a large package dropped onto the water and floated. The Intelligence team grabbed it and, carrying it between them, began swimming to shore.

ANCC Headquarters

"Very well, what are the results of our return missile strike?" Thier asks as she flicks the computer back to life.

Her companion and friend, Admiral Bendragon of the 1st National Fleet, says, "Well, we loosed a little under 600 missiles, but it seems that they did their job. One submarine about 350 miles out was destroyed. We're still getting in the reports from the other submarines, but it's highly unlikely any of them survived."

"Good. Keep the missile system on red alert anyway. They may get mad and send a whole fleet in, and that will take at least a tenth of the whole system to eliminate, maybe even more."

"By the way, do we know who's out there?"

"Not in the slightest. However, we know that they're not Skyian, and they're not the Second Empire's...so it makes sense that any other forces heading for Czardas would be hostile."

"All right. Any other orders?"

"Let's try and convince them that we do know about everything they're doing. It might convince them to be more careful and stay out of our waters. I have a feeling that after the destruction of their subs, they'll send some kind of task force after us to find out about CAMERA and get rid of it."

"Is there a way to get rid of it?"

Thier thinks for a long moment. "Yes. Fire out every single missile."

The personnel man laughs. "I suppose you can't climb down to the level and sabotage them?"

"Not likely. The ACCs would detect an intruder and I'm not sure exactly what they do to intruders, but it isn't pleasant. And if they somehow neutralize the ACCs, there's still the problem that the missiles will explode if fiddled with."

"I see. Do you know how many missiles each installment contains, by the way?"

Thier looks at him for a long moment. "Yes," she finally says, turning back to her work. It is like the final death knell, and Bendragon can get no more out of her. He wanders to the huge glass windows at the end of the ANCC, jutting out over the thousands of missile installments many meters underwater. The capped tubes into which the subaqueous defensive missiles are loaded, to open when called for and fire their deadly loads off into the distance, locked directly onto their targets. Then the hatch would close and the other hatch would open, pouring out the water, after which the Automated Construction Crews (ACCs) would load the next missile into the tube.

He cannot see all this, but he knows it is there. And the surface has barely been scratched with this salvo...

[ooc:] Please be more specific. I have 2,700 miles of coastline. Saying you have a submarine "off the Czardaian coast" could mean a submarine in the north near Tyriandor, one around Palma, one in the south below Mariosz, etc. It can get a bit frustrating to never know what anyone is talking about.

The AWACS' crew errupted in cheering as the missiles made contact with their targets, erasing the enemy aircraft from their screens. While only one of the enemy aircraft had been completely destroyed, the other one's RADAR had been disabled, which was just as good. However, the celebration was short lived as the pilot suddenly threw the aircraft into a dive, attempting to evade the now detected enemy missiles. SkyEye Eight, even with all its anti-missile defenses, didn't stand a chance against fifty enemy missiles.

Before the missiles hit, the crew began to eject, flinging the high ranking staff aboard to safety. They watched angrily, slowly swaying in their parachutes, as their aircraft was torn to pieces. They would be recovered by allied Warmaster troops soon enough, and brought to somewhere were they could better coordinate their forces, but until then, the Imperial Navy had command of that force.

With the enemy's long range RADAR now gone, they would be forced to rely on their fighter and bomber RADARs for guiding their missiles. This was an excellent turn of events for DIAF, as local Warmaster RADARs were still fully active. That, and the F-78I's RADAR, with a range of 350 kilometers, was nearly twice the range of their Czardaian counterparts, mainly due to their lack of LIDAR, LADAR, and high powered infrared which their other brethren possessed.

These would act as AWACS aircraft all on their own, assisting in locating enemy forces for the F-78Es and Gs. The F-78s, while outnumbered, had a most devious strategy planned for the destruction of the remaining Czardaian aircraft...

The Doomingslandi pilots, unbeknownst to them, have made a grave error. Half of the second AWACS's RADARs have been taken out, but they still have more than 150 miles active, and can detect enemy motions from the whole area. The Czardaian formation loses no time. Even as the enemy AWACS craft go up in flames, it advances into AMRAAM range. The second wave of Strikers and Peregrines, 300 planes in all, has been equipped with smaller long-range AAMs with a maximum range of 160 miles, and it is these that they now fire at the Doomingslandi planes. A total of 720 missiles—two per Peregrine, three per Striker—fire at once from the formation, screaming towards the enemy formation at initial speeds of over Mach 4, but with RAMjets propelling them first to Mach 7, and then explosive propulsion engines (a Czardaian technology; each missile has packets of explosive material attached that break off and detonate 50 mi from arrival. The extra force propels them to higher speeds, as well as masks the further path of the missiles on radar, as the main radar signature of the missiles was contained inside the packets themselves) to nearly Mach 8. The detonation of the EP packages makes it appear as though the missiles have exploded in mid-air, but really they are simply moving faster towards their targets. In addition, this will puncture the missile itself, causing it to split into several warheads which would then detonate when oxygen came into contact with the highly unstable derivative of seaborgium in combination with flammable gases such as methane and octane.

When this wave has hit, the Czardaian fighters will break formation to avoid any long-range AAMs the planes may have discharged before the AAMs have hit them. If any Doomingslandi planes survive this attack—which is highly unlikely, as even a plane as maneuverable as the F-78 will be hard pressed to avoid 5 missiles streaking towards them at well over twice their speeds—the Czardaian planes can close in to finish them off from close range, or simply wait to see what their enemy will do next.

[ooc:] I have to leave now. Funny that you came on five minutes before I had to go. Oh well. I'll try to post later tonight, anyway.

[ooc:] As the missiles were released underwater, I don't think SAMs would be too much help. Just a pointer. :)

Besides, being proximity warheads, the missiles nearest the EMP would explode when within 50 m of it, destroying it and allowing the other 200+ missiles to continue on their path.

OOC: Missiles, underwater? Do you mean supercavitating torpedoes? I don't understand how you assumed they reached 50 meters, but they detonate from several hundred meters away and release a pulse for 10 km in each direction. Anyway, if they are indeed torpedoes, then I can edit my post accordingly.

IC:

Shahanshah Space Command Center

"Sir, one of our satellites has just been destroyed, reports show fast moving small satellites of sorts smashed into it and destroyed it," screamed an aide to his commanding officer. The man sighed a bit, "They're using a system called brilliant pebbles, highly effective against both ballistic missiles and satellites, one time use weapons though, and fairly expensive." The commander grumbled a bit, "Are any other satellites out of communication?" The aide looked tense, five more hunter killer satellites were out of communication, meaning they had surely been destroyed. The commander knew what had to be done, newer HK satellites, equipped with microwave emitters designed to render the electronics of both antisatellite missiles and any other electronically guided threat to them would have to have those systems up and running.

Withdraw our space assets from further offensive attacks, if they attack again, we use everything we have on Czardas.

300 miles off the coast of the Warmaster

The Parthian fleet moved through the waters, swarmed by hundreds of F-78s and F/A-91s flying patrol around them. It was a giant wedge formation of sorts, transports, carriers, and superdreadnoughts in the center, with massive numbers of escorts surrounding them. SSNs flanked them and also screened the front. They were waiting to get close enough to offload the troops, so they could move to assist ground forces in the Warmaster, and once that was accomplished, to push the Czardasians all the way back to their homeland.

Admiral Bijan Shahraz sat in the bridge of the superdreadnought Shahanshah Khosru, sipping his cardamom tea as he ordered all forces to battle stations. The suicidal Czardasians were probably plotting an attack as they spoke. Helicopters were already dropping active sonobouys to the front and sides of the formation, scanning for submarines.

OOC: Missiles, underwater? Do you mean supercavitating torpedoes? I don't understand how you assumed they reached 50 meters, but they detonate from several hundred meters away and release a pulse for 10 km in each direction. Anyway, if they are indeed torpedoes, then I can edit my post accordingly.
[ooc:] Yes, these are torpedoes of sorts, and they're stealth masked, which means that you probably won't detect them until they're less than 1 minute (about 65 km) away.

The thirty-six Czardaian submarines have been recalled to Czardas immediately to defend it against a possible attack. However, they are determined not to leave without making a mark on the enemy forces. They finally find their first targets in the Doomingslandi carriers and ships moving to assist the other squadrons of F-78s in combat against the Czardaian air force. More of the huge missiles are loaded and fired in the traditional two-wave tactic: each ship is targeted with one of the proximity warhead missiles that will fire through the air, distracting them from the real payoff in the torpedo version of the same missile. If all goes as planned, the bottoms or SAM batteries on the decks will be knocked out, or both, damaging or destroying the ships. With the normal third wave to confuse, the subs launch their ballistics. The first wave arches high into the sky and descends upon the enemy ships; the second wave is launched immediately afterwards underwater; the third wave rains out from all sides, some in the air, some skimming along the water, some underwater, to confuse the ships.

After firing off this second salvo, the submarines immediately turn back towards Czardas and set out for Czardaian waters at about 36 knots. They have heard reports of a huge naval force mobilizing in the area and are not exactly eager to be its first targets. Cutting across to the south before hugging the coast and heading up towards Czardas is their plan, to defend it against the naval attacks from submarines and ships sure to come.

Secret Telegram to Gyrobot

Unfortunately, we cannot retreat at this time, as our forces are under attack and will be destroyed if they leave. Once we have finished our first battle, we will certainly draw back to Czardas or prepare for a greater invasion of Warmaster, whichever seems prudent at that point. It is becoming more and more obvious that the enemy’s plan is to strike at Czardas itself, but with our help from The Silver Sky as well as the fact that more than 90% of our military forces are now in Czardas itself, such an invasion would almost certainly be repulsed.

In addition, you made a condemnation of The Warmaster, but as yet have made no move to mobilize military forces. You are a larger and more militarily powerful nation than either Czardas or The Silver Sky, yet we have mobilized for war, and you have not. Unlike you, we believe in following up on our word and taking action against tyranny, where you seem to be talking much and doing little. Which of us, in the end, is morally superior?

~Kari Alhoun, Czardaian Foreign Minister

I will have almost immediately ordered a space bombardment upon warmaster's nation by the radius satellite network if not for the damn parthians' intervention. While we have every intention of toppling the regime of Warmaster. The Parthian doesnt like our nation using our FT weapons upon a less advance technology base. We could have sent the corporate armies which generally are indepent of our nation's arms and policy but many of the brave men and women are fighting to liberate Xirxium from their damn "Sacred Emperor" Once our fighting ceases with Xirxium we will send them over to assist in the total assualt. But to ensure our loyalty we will send you several boxes of our newest weapons (All MT with a few "twists")

1. The Sledgehammer tri rocket launcher, an anti tank weapon used by our anti armor compartment, armed with a 3 tube launcher clip fed, it can either be shot individually or be "cooked" and fire 2-3 rockets simateanously. Can be used with most anti tank and stinger variants

2. The Linear DOA5 Chaingun, an handheld chaingun that is generally portable and easily used. It can use cased ammo which delivers a fast yet inaccurate and weak stream of bullets or a slower more accurate and powerful shots. These chaingun is compactable with most normal MG ammunition variants.

Note several Blackhawks will arrive at you capital ready to give you 20 boxes of each weapon. Each case should contain 50 guns. We will deliver more as the battle progresses.

To: Czardaian Command
Fr: Admiral Ja'rod Kathon, Voltarum Navy

As TSS might have informed you, The Voltarum is ready and willing
to offer aid in your current struggle. We are set to dispatch a sizable
force to help defend your soverign territory. We hereby request
permission to approach and enter Czardaian territorial waters and to
establish a defense perimeter. Please advise positioning and escort,
and reply via the communication frequencies enclosed.

With Respect,
Admiral Ja'rod Kathon, Viceroy Voltarum Navy


To: Admiral Dera Saltrow, V.S.S. Jericho, 7th Fleet
Fr: Admiral Ja'rod Kathon

You are to take command of the 6th and 7th Fleets. Begin deployment and head to the coordinates listed. Clearance to enter ally territorial waters shall be forwarded once it is given. Standard protocall - do not initiate conflict. Admiral Waterhouse of the Killjoy has been informed of your command of the 6th fleet. Communication frequencies enclosed.

Kathon

Dera put down the message, and gave the unconscious orders to get underway. The Jericho swung its mighty bow around and eventually started to head north, flanked on its side by the rest of the 7th Fleet. The ship was one of the two Vigilant-class command ships purchased from the Sarzonians. Flanking the Jericho were two other ships of Sarzonian origin - the Greenmanbry-class Woodstock and Valiant, both massive battlecarriers loaded to the hilt with the latest V-08 planes out of the Voltaru Air Force.

Despite the massive fleet around her, Dera's thoughts dwelled elsewhere. The CAD, the blockade, and Doomingsland... together bringing the all too soon death of her father. Inside, Dera burned with controlled rage, a lust for vengeance only dulled with the years that have passed.

To her bridge crew, the women they call the ICe B!tch behind closed doors looked as calm and collected as usual.

"Ensign, relay the coordiantes to the Killjoy. Contact the Wrath and have them extend their scouting range once we leave Antarctican waters. I don't want any subs sneaking up on us."

OOC: will post specifics on number/stats of ships in ooc thread asap. Quickly: the navy is the strong point of my military, with large numbers of surface and subsurface ships etc. The accompanying planes are slightly above average. This is a highly defensive force, and contains no marine assault vessels.

[ooc:] But I don't need to. The process of creating a Czardaian operative takes many years, and usually starts from youth. The operative is usually a citizen of the nation, so I don't need to RP them getting inside. The operative is usually informed that s/he will be working for Czardas around the age of 15-20 years, and will be similarly notified if they have a mission. Otherwise they are free to pursue whatever career they choose, even entering the government. Czardas has been putting these people in surrounding nations for over 200 years; I don't need to say "I send an operative to your nation" because in all likelihood a) the op already lives there or b) the op was sent 40 years ago.

Oh, and by the way, the surviving planes launched a volley of long-range missiles after your planes and at Aquila's last defenses, which you seem to have missed.

[ic:]

OOC: What usually happens to enemy agents when they are found out...

IC:

The youth, of course, naturally freaked out after receiving his instructions from the mysterious man in black. The note was brief, telling the teenager not to act out of the ordinary, go about your daily business and, most importantly, not to tell anyone.

Of course, this would only work for a while. Trying to keep a secret was especially hard, especially when your own life was at stake. His parents began to notice that their young son was acting more withdrawn and beginning to lose his appetite. Concerned, they confronted him and, after being threatened by his father with corporal punishment, he spilled the beans. The parents were taken aback and instead of laughing it off they dutifuly reported this to the local police detachment as they have always been told to do. Vrak was a paranoid state and any whiff of subversives was dealt with quickly and severely.

Within the hour, the family was greeted by two agents who whisked them away to the nearest interrogation centre. A few minutes later, the necessary information was obtained and a man hunt began.

Quite possibly, the mystery man got wind of this and began to lay low. Certainly he would be successful for a while at covering his tracks, but then again, all citizens of Vrak were heavily monitored due to a small chip implant (OOC: Keeping with the NS issues). And if the agent managed to remove this then it would be extremely difficult for him to interact with the rest of society. It would be very hard to be a hermit in Vrak since those that don’t conform to its mores were ratted out sooner or later. It took a while, but eventually, the agent was discovered by the persistent VIS. He was duly interrogated and tortured by the more sadistic in the domestic spy agency. Valuable information was gathered, and this led to security regulations being reviewed and new counter-intelligence strategies initiated. Finally, a small box containing the head of the agent was sent to the nation of Czardas, along with this note:

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To: The blokk pakrah leader of the filth-ridden nation of Czardas
From: Vrak Diplomatic Corps
Subject: Subversion

Congratulations on earning the enmity of your nation and ours indefinitely. We do not take kindly to moronic fools such as yourselves trying to subvert our youth to serve your interests.

One day, when the time suits us, we shall level your nation and that of any fools that wish to ally themselves to you to the ground. We will burn your dung-filled huts, poison your waters, devastate your cities and countryside with nuclear fire, and enslave your people to toil the rest of their days in our work pits. You had best frame this message so that you can daily reflect upon your stupidity and to remind yourself of your inexorable fate.

I will have almost immediately ordered a space bombardment upon warmaster's nation by the radius satellite network if not for the damn parthians' intervention. While we have every intention of toppling the regime of Warmaster. The Parthian doesnt like our nation using our FT weapons upon a less advance technology base. We could have sent the corporate armies which generally are indepent of our nation's arms and policy but many of the brave men and women are fighting to liberate Xirxium from their damn "Sacred Emperor" Once our fighting ceases with Xirxium we will send them over to assist in the total assualt. But to ensure our loyalty we will send you several boxes of our newest weapons (All MT with a few "twists")

1. The Sledgehammer tri rocket launcher, an anti tank weapon used by our anti armor compartment, armed with a 3 tube launcher clip fed, it can either be shot individually or be "cooked" and fire 2-3 rockets simateanously. Can be used with most anti tank and stinger variants

2. The Linear DOA5 Chaingun, an handheld chaingun that is generally portable and easily used. It can use cased ammo which delivers a fast yet inaccurate and weak stream of bullets or a slower more accurate and powerful shots. These chaingun is compactable with most normal MG ammunition variants.

Note several Blackhawks will arrive at you capital ready to give you 20 boxes of each weapon. Each case should contain 50 guns. We will deliver more as the battle progresses.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
From: The Libertarian Concordance of Czardas
To: Gyrobot

We thank you for your aid and realize why you were not able to help us earlier. If you had stated that you were already aiding a war when you had made your condemnation, we would have understood. Once again, it is proven that communication is all-important in fighting a war.

~Kari Alhoun, Czardaian Foreign Minister
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To: Czardaian Command
Fr: Admiral Ja'rod Kathon, Voltarum Navy

As TSS might have informed you, The Voltarum is ready and willing
to offer aid in your current struggle. We are set to dispatch a sizable
force to help defend your soverign territory. We hereby request
permission to approach and enter Czardaian territorial waters and to
establish a defense perimeter. Please advise positioning and escort,
and reply via the communication frequencies enclosed.

With Respect,
Admiral Ja'rod Kathon, Viceroy Voltarum Navy
~~~~~~~~~~~~
From: The Libertarian Concordance of Czardas
To: Admiral Ja'rod Kathon, Voltarum Navy

Greetings from the Concordance of Czardas! We thank you for your aid. You have permission to approach and enter Czardaian waters, and to establish a defense perimeter. You may dock at any of our major harbors: Mariosz, Aurdania, and Port Khûfi; Ardaja is only accessible to smaller ships as carriers and SDs cannot easily fit into the canal leading from Ardaja to the sea. As a note, the harbor at Port Khûfi is already housing a fleet from The Silver Sky's We Buy It Inc. and may be the final destination of its Second Naval Armada, which also has been launched towards Czardaian waters; you should try to work things out with TSS as well.

I hope this will suffice.

~General Henrik A. Ogden, Supreme Commander, Czardaian Military
~~~~~~~~~~~~

-snipped for being excessively irrelevant-
[ooc:] And this has to do with the topic, how? When did I say Czardas even cared about your nation enough to want to know more about it, let alone send an operative? If we know what kind of systems you have for detecting criminals and subversives, do you think we'd possibly be so stupid as to send someone? "Every nation" is here used as a story device. There are over 120,000 countries on NS and there is no way I can even know all of them exist, let alone get someone into any of them. I mean, you could bother to use some common sense once in a while. If your nation has that kind of system for dealing with dissenters, and people know it exists, what makes you think we'd send someone to your nation to commit subversive activities? I mean, come on! :rolleyes:

OOC: Czardas, I'm pretty sure I'm allowed to do this, but tell me if I can't

Can you please give me some information about the CAMERA system? Is it controlled remotely from some base, for instance? How do the ACC's work? Is there some connection between satellites and it? I'd like to know more.

[ooc:]

Right, here's the uber-top-secret information on CAMERA, which no IC knowledge of has been leaked beyond Czardaian High Command:

CAMERA is a project designed to keep Czardas's coastline secure from any attack from outside. In underground chambers dug beneath strategic cities and ports, automatic construction crews (i.e. machinery controlled from a building directly above the installments) help load missiles into many tubes described to fire missiles either into the air as SAM/SSMs or under the sea as torpedoes. There are vast, undisclosed numbers of these tubes. Yes, even OOCly I won't say. :p

The firing of these missiles is controlled by computer centers in each building. Only members of the Naval High Command, by showing IDs, getting fingerprint match and retinal scan, and finally tapping out a numerical password to each room are allowed in. The system can be shut off using this system, which also requires a specified ID and password.

If this headquarters is destroyed, there are rooms far enough underground not to be harmed by even a nuclear attack from which the system can be operated more remotely.

CAMERA has these installments in Aurdania, Mariosz, Tyriandor, and Port Khûfi, covering all of the Czardaian coast except for the extreme south, which is anyway protected by cliffs. This way, any naval or air attack on Czardas will run the risk of thousands upon thousands of missiles from below, not to mention the usual SAM/AAA and laser interceptors from the ground and even a few cities protected by EMP devices (Mariosz and Czarna only because of their strategic importance, as well as the cost of these devices).

CAMERA, however, was designed specifically to protect against naval attacks, which are more frequent than air attacks because of the prowess of the Czardaian air force (that is, only people like Doom can actually have a hope of attacking Czardas from the air, and succeeding at it). Thus, there is a backup system if all coastal installments are somehow no longer working, which is run remotely from Lac-Montané Military Base in the distant mountains. However, as the transmissions can be intercepted or destroyed, this is only a backup system.

If all systems are destroyed, there is still the Automatic Fire. When missiles are detected by the computer systems to have hit and destroyed the computer systems, the missiles autolock on all targets—naval, air, orbital—within their range and are automatically ejected, all of them. So basically if you bomb my whole country, you'll have the quandary of 100,000+ missiles flying at all targets within range. ;)

Will that do?

[ooc:]

Right, here's the uber-top-secret information on CAMERA, which no IC knowledge of has been leaked beyond Czardaian High Command:

CAMERA is a project designed to keep Czardas's coastline secure from any attack from outside. In underground chambers dug beneath strategic cities and ports, automatic construction crews (i.e. machinery controlled from a building directly above the installments) help load missiles into many tubes described to fire missiles either into the air as SAM/SSMs or under the sea as torpedoes. There are vast, undisclosed numbers of these tubes. Yes, even OOCly I won't say. :p

The firing of these missiles is controlled by computer centers in each building. Only members of the Naval High Command, by showing IDs, getting fingerprint match and retinal scan, and finally tapping out a numerical password to each room are allowed in. The system can be shut off using this system, which also requires a specified ID and password.

If this headquarters is destroyed, there are rooms far enough underground not to be harmed by even a nuclear attack from which the system can be operated more remotely.

CAMERA has these installments in Aurdania, Mariosz, Tyriandor, and Port Khûfi, covering all of the Czardaian coast except for the extreme south, which is anyway protected by cliffs. This way, any naval or air attack on Czardas will run the risk of thousands upon thousands of missiles from below, not to mention the usual SAM/AAA and laser interceptors from the ground and even a few cities protected by EMP devices (Mariosz and Czarna only because of their strategic importance, as well as the cost of these devices).

CAMERA, however, was designed specifically to protect against naval attacks, which are more frequent than air attacks because of the prowess of the Czardaian air force (that is, only people like Doom can actually have a hope of attacking Czardas from the air, and succeeding at it). Thus, there is a backup system if all coastal installments are somehow no longer working, which is run remotely from Lac-Montané Military Base in the distant mountains. However, as the transmissions can be intercepted or destroyed, this is only a backup system.

If all systems are destroyed, there is still the Automatic Fire. When missiles are detected by the computer systems to have hit and destroyed the computer systems, the missiles autolock on all targets—naval, air, orbital—within their range and are automatically ejected, all of them. So basically if you bomb my whole country, you'll have the quandary of 100,000+ missiles flying at all targets within range. ;)

Will that do?

I think so. But does that mean if the system is shut down for any reason, these 100,000 missiles will simply fire themselves at anything in range?

I think so. But does that mean if the system is shut down for any reason, these 100,000 missiles will simply fire themselves at anything in range?
[ooc:] Not exactly. Allied ships and submarines have already been programmed in and will not be fired at. Everything else, however. And it's more than 100,000 missiles, btw.

However, that won't happen unless you destroy all four Command Centres, plus the small rooms underground, and Lac-Montané Military Base. Which you really can't do without the use of several tactical nuclear weapons at least. So it's only in the event of an attack that leaves no system anywhere that can control the missiles.

[ooc:] Btw, for anyone planning to invade me, read this thread (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=452031) first.

OOC:OK, Czar, I've got a few issues with your last strike on my aircraft, but we'll discuss that later on AIM. As for now...

IC:

Doom Citadel, Doomingsland

News of Voltaru intervention had shaken the foundations of the Citadel and gotten intel analysts scrambling about, and generals remeniscing. This was one foe that the Empire knew not to estimate, having dealt with them before. It seemed as if mellenia had passed since Doomingslanders last stood against Voltaru, yet the conflicts remained ingrained and fresh in the mind of the Emperor.

Upon hearing of the movement of Voltaru ships towards Czardas, the Emperor had commanded that a meeting be held to discuss how to deal with this new obstacle. Assembled before him were the greatest of his commanders, all gathered in one place to share their thoughts. They sat about a long table, the Emperor at the head, sitting upon his golden throne.

The vast hall seemed to stretch on endlessly in all directions, one's view obstructed only by the massive, dark, marble columns that seemed to extend infinitely into the heavens. The Emperor was clad in polished black armor, a golden cross adorning the muscular breat plate. His helm sat on the arm of his mighty throne, his blade stetched across his lap.

His scarred, hardened face looked up and down the table soberly. He looked down, for a moment, at his reflection on the brilliantly shining table from which he ate. He looked at himself and remenisced, as he always did when he was about to face an old, worthy foe. Then he realized he hadn't shaven in quite some time.

Looking back up at his commanders, who with their drinking and merry making, seemed as if they were normal men for but a moment. They all wore ceremonial armor, each man having a custom made piece to reflect his own wealth and prosperity. And also the number of men he's killed.

The one other man in the room who seemed as work-oriented as the Emperor was none other than his son, the imperator Maximus. His face betrayed details of both his father, a warrior by profession and an Emperor by chance, and of his beautiful mother, the Empress, daughter of Emperor Antonius I of Generia. He had just returned from his training in the desert upon the order of his father, who requested his council, so trusted was the Son of the Emperor.

This man had personaly killed countless foes in honorable combat, most notably the Sarzonians. He had been personaly responsable for their utter humiliation in Inkana. He was a tall, heavily muscled man, possessing of both a proud, arrogant, and quite serious demeanor. While appearing quite brutish, he was most intellegent, having orchestrated countless successful campaigns for the glory of the Empire

This was, indeed, a rare occasion; Maximus rarely came to the his father's court, as he spent most of his time commanding the legions, fighting, or training alone in the desert. When he was called to court, one could ascertain that the situation was most demanding.

The Emperor was the first to speak, immediatly silencing the generals and admirals arrayed before him,

"Very well, brothers, on to buisiness. You are all very aware of the Czardas situation, I pressume. That is exactly why I have called you here. That, and more."

At the center of the table, a small hatch slid open, and from that was projected a holographic image of the area surrounding Czardas. Displayed on it were the Parthian, Czardaian, and Voltaru fleets, their respective flags displayed over the ships representing formations.

The somber nature of the meeting immediately became apparent upon the appearence of the Voltarum flag.

Maximus, suddenly coming to life from his statue-like trance, was the first to speak,

"Voltarum..." he grunted, enforcing a hushed silence among the commanders, "Before my time, our wars with them are. However, I have studied their tactics. Their navy is superb. However, they are like the Sarzonians: their army sucks, and their airforce doesn't even begin to compare to ours," he said, managing to suppress a smirk, "We crush their fleet, we crush their intervention altogether."

The Emperor nodded in response, "I see we are in agreement, my son. What say you all?" he challenged the commanders in a demanding tone. They nodded in agreement. "Good, that's settled. Now, there is the issue of a Czardaian defense grid defending their coast..."

High Lord Admiral Decius Herius took the floor for that one, "Yes, Caesar, this is so. Our Parthian allies have already come under attack from such a system. It appears quite formiddable, yet it can be beat, and without much difficulty I might add," he said boastfully.

The Emperor was intrigued.

"Explain, brother."

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As the enemy fighters appeared on the RADAR of the F-78Is, the fighters primed their XSRAAMs for launch. With the enemy fighters closing fast, the aircraft quickly shot off the several hundred remaining missiles, which streaked towards the oncoming fighters at mach six.

Upon releasing those missiles, the fighters immediatly turned tail and kicked in the afterburners, propeling themselves to mach three point eight, allowing them to quickly get out of there. Of course, rather than heading to the mainland, DIAF had another plan: they would head back towards the oncoming Imperial Fleet, which had, by now, launched its fighters.

Of course, the navy itself was in a bit of hot water.

Bridge of the DIS Marcus Aurelius

Warning sirens sounded throughout the mighty Imperivm-class Command Dreadnaught upon which Admiral Caius commanded his fleet. The bridge was alight with activity as word of the aerial engagement reached them. The men were all on edge, knowing that a Psovian fleet had already been destroyed off of Warmaster.

Admiral Caius was the calmest man there. He appeared cool and collect, yet his mind raced as he puffed his cigar. He wore the black uniform of the Imperial Navy along with a peaked cap, admiral's stars decorating his shoulders, his uniform brilliantly shining with all the medals on it.

He paced back and forth about the darkened bridge, brightened only by the pale glow of the many monitors and holographic displays, and of the dim red lights along the walls. All in all it seemed war was afoot. And indeed it was.

"FISH IN WATER! Coordinates Charlie-Zulu-Five-Five-One!" yelled the ensign operating the sonar as soon as the torpedo launches had been detected, "Closing fast-"

[i]"Vampire, vampire!" he was cut off by a RADAR operator, who's station was also linked to the detection systems of the rest of the fleet, including the destroyers' formidable JERICHO systems, "Multiple vampires in bound, ballistic course, range 400 and closing!"

Caius didn't even have time to say shit before the mighty vessel's verticle launch cells began to empty themselves, sixty Angelus surface-to-air missiles. Outside the window, the night sky was alight with hundreds of SAM launches, shooting off of the VLS systems of the ships.

Within seconds of their detection, the enemy missiles were mostly intercepted by long range missiles. However, several made it through, but that wasn't the immediate problem. The detection of the supercavitating torpedos prompted the helmsman to take evasive action, but the lumbering dreadnaught was not the most maneuverable of vessels.

"Shit..." Caius finally muttered to himself, "The source, ensign?"

"Not sure as of yet, sir, but I think there's enemy subs out there," responded the SONAR operator.

Then they've already gotten away, he didn't say aloud,

"Very well, keep me posted." he said over the sound of the ships CIWS systems opening up on the few remaining ballistic missiles.

The ship shook as enemy missiles bursted in the air, yet remained unscathed. the same could not be said of a nearby destroyer, which had taken two missiles to the top deck.

However, damage wasn't quite as extensive as one would think from such a large missile. These were fragmenting warheads, designed for area of effect. The whole deck of that ship had been coated in shrapnel, killing anyone unfortunate enough to not take cover, and the VLS and guns were disabled, but the ship remained mostly intact. The same thing happened to two other destroyers, but the admiral wouldn't discover that until the engagement was through with.

The enemy torpedo attack was less than spectacular. Due to their tremendous speed, supercavitating torpedos are incapable of any maneuver. As a result, the fact that the fleet was moving when the attack started severely through off that attack, and supercavitating CIWS systems finished off the remaining torpedos.

"Shit, more inbound! Lot's more!"

"This is their final push!"

"Hold 'em off!"

Men scrambled to and fro as the final wave was detected. Now that the CIWS and missile defenses had been in action for a bit, they were more in-tune to the enemy missiles. The torpedoes were evaded as before, missing the ships by miles due to their extreme range and lack of maneuverability, but the missiles were engaged as before.

Once more, Angelus missiles exploded out of their launch cells, streaking into the sky, quickly matching altitude and heading with the enemy missiles, and heading straight for them, colliding in big, brilliant balls of flame that could be seen for miles. Those few that got through were engaged once more by the Scutum close-in weapon systems, being torn to pieces by their Pilum missiles from more than twenty miles out, those few that made it through being shredded apart by their triple-barreled 30mm DREAD guns.

When all was over, the only sounds were those of the screaming of wounded men, and of the warning sirens of the vessels. Admiral Caius would spend the next hour trying to figure out what had happened. All in all, three ships were crippled, their armament put out of action, yet remained mostly intact. Roughly 500 crewmen had perished in the strike, including the captain of the DIS St. Luke.

However, the Imperial Navy didn't let that strike stop their fighters from heading towards battle with the Czardaian airforce...


OOC:Shit, g2g, post naval losses tommorow.

The Strikers reach range and fire almost as the enemy F-78s fire their missiles. Releasing the volley of 720 missiles after their enemies, the vast Czardaian formation now breaks as the enemy missiles approach. The DIAF's decision not to return to the mainland will prove to be their undoing, as the missiles streak after them at nearly double their speed. They will reach their targets within moments, wreaking utter destruction upon the enemy forces.

As the enemy onslaught of missiles approaches, the Czardaian formation breaks into a fanlike maneuver. Peregrines streak away into the skies at speeds of just under Mach 4, aiming to get out of the missile range before the missiles can hit. As usual, a small contingent of Strikers uses anti-missile lasers to deflect at least some of the incoming missiles. However, the number of enemy missiles fired was far fewer than the number of Czardaian planes, allowing for few losses.

Once the Czardaian planes have regrouped, they set out to follow after the enemy planes towards their eventual targets, which unbeknownst to all sides are as doomed as the Doomingslandi planes hedged by missiles coming in fast.

In addition, if they are close enough to their fleet, the missiles may impact the ships themselves. Not as though it matters. Far away, blinking in and out of the Czardaian radar screens, their missiles close in on the enemy planes, unshakable, certain destruction.

Right off the Coast of the Warmaster, Royalist Held Area

The transports were already moving in, running into the port to unload. Hundreds of ships all moved into their berths, unloading men, supplies, and heavy weapons as quickly as they could. Partially disassembled aircraft were moved for reassembly, so that they could easily assist in any land based military operations.

General Piruz Shahrokh looked out from his temporary command center, overseeing the unloading of his troops. Once the last ones of them were off the boats, they were going to send the signal that the fleet was to move and link up with the Doomingslandian fleet. It would be necessary for cooperation between Parthia and Doomingsland if they wanted to utterly crush the Voltarium fleet, though, he wagered the Doomingslandians could do it on their own.

[ooc:] Parthians, you going to edit that post about taking out torpedoes with SAMs? ;)

[ooc:] Parthians, you going to edit that post about taking out torpedoes with SAMs? ;)

OOC: Done

Air Battle

The Czardaians would soon find that the enemy wasn't quite as stupid as they'd thought. In fact, the DIAF fighters did the same thing as the enemy Peregrines: with the enemy missiles being launched from their absolute maximum range, the F-78s could easily get too far away for the missiles to hit, and cause them to run out of fuel before they could hit.

However, DIAF would be a little sneakier this time around. When the enemy missiles drew nearer to their maximum range, they would switch on their active radar cancellation, causing them to disappear from the Czardaian RADAR screens, making it appear as if the missiles had found their marks.

The fighters would then continue towards the fleet to refuel, then head back towards battle to fire off their remaining missiles. However, before they would return to battle, the carrier-based F-78F Block 20 fighters would have commeced their attack...

OOC: Doom there are so many things wrong with Active Radar Cancellation, even a F-14 Tomcat with Phoenix missiles could get past that, all you need is a frequency hopping radar.

OOC: Doom there are so many things wrong with Active Radar Cancellation, even a F-14 Tomcat with Phoenix missiles could get past that, all you need is a frequency hopping radar.
OOC:You know, you've been saying that for the longest time now. Ever wounder why no one's been listening? Maybe because ARCs aren't quite as stupid as you claim they are. ARC can get around a frequency hopping RADAR without much trouble, it's using a passive RADAR reciever and adjusting as nessessary, so realistically it should be able to get by.

[OOC:] So, you're saying that you have a passive radar receiver and a computer that is able to receive the signal from a frequency hopping radar system, be able to find the exact frequency and fire another pulse wave down to the milisecond after the wave is reflected, plus their is the need to fire a pulse in the exact same direction that the RADAR wave came from(which would probably require another RADAR.

This is all feasible to mount on a AWACs sized craft (or even an large fighter), but you couldn't do it on a regular fighter sized craft with out sacrifcing something.

Any, not to cludder the thread anyworse it's really all upto Czardas and you too decide this, and you'd still be vurable to LIDAR/LADAR and IR.

[OOC:] So, you're saying that you have a passive radar receiver and a computer that is able to receive the signal from a frequency hopping radar system, be able to find the exact frequency and fire another pulse wave down to the milisecond after the wave is reflected, plus their is the need to fire a pulse in the exact same direction that the RADAR wave came from(which would probably require another RADAR.

This is all feasible to mount on a AWACs sized craft (or even an large fighter), but you couldn't do it on a regular fighter sized craft with out sacrifcing something.

Any, not to cludder the thread anyworse it's really all upto Czardas and you too decide this, and you'd still be vurable to LIDAR/LADAR and IR.
OOC:The F-78's a pretty big fighter, actualy, so I think it'd work.

[ooc:] The missiles are also guided by IR and LADAR as a backup system, and I'm pretty sure large fighters like the F-78 would remain visible on both... Besides, as you're heading towards the fleet, if the missiles ran out of fuel before hitting your planes they'd simply drop down at the fleet itself and explode in proximity, destroying the ships' armor or the fighter craft they have launched.

Also, they weren't launched from the absolute maximum of the 180-mile range. You launched only a few hundred missiles at a formation of over 1000 planes, which allowed those firing the missiles to maneuver out of the way in time and get close enough to fire the missiles towards your planes. Besides, Peregrines are also firing some of them, and they're traveling faster than your planes....I can imagine that one or two waves might run out or be outmaneuvered, but I'm firing 4 waves of 144 missiles at you, or four for each of your planes.

OOC: Czardas, what are the defenses of the CAMERA command centers like? Are there searchlights, attack dogs, etc., or do they rely more on secrecy?

OOC: Czardas, what are the defenses of the CAMERA command centers like? Are there searchlights, attack dogs, etc., or do they rely more on secrecy?
The headquarters is part of the Aurdania Naval Command Centre, which is heavily guarded by troops, with searchlights, surrounded by high gates and fences, etc. It's located on a hill about 2-3 km out of the town of Aurdania, surrounded by high fences on three sides and the sea on the remaining one. To get into the Centre, you need an ID issued by the Czardaian government. To get into the HQ, a fingerprint ID and retinal scan are also required. It is watched 24 hours a day by security cameras and is home to about 2,000 personnel, including guards, naval logistics officers, medics, cooks, construction workers, etc.

It's basically three large squarish buildings connected by several walkways as well as subterranean emergency escape routes. If you want to enter this way, know that they come out inside buildings in Aurdania (i.e. a post office, a grocery store, the house of one of the naval officers) and are always closed from the ANCC side, opened only in times of emergency. The only way to get into the complex is through the main ANCC building, to which entry was already described.

Hope this helps, if you have any other questions or anything ask them.

OOC: sorry for the rushed post


To: V.S.S. Jericho, Admiral Dera Saltrow
Fr: Command

Clearance has been granted. Proceed at full speed toward Czardas.
Enclosed are latest locations of enemy activity. Avoid at all costs
- goal is to enter Czardaian territory and establish a defensive barrier
for any enemy attack. As you can see from the enclosed intelligence,
an eastern approach is most safe. Establish contact with The Silver
Sky upon arrival and work to create a joint defensive operation. The
port of Mariosz is the proposed base point.

Kathon


"Get me the Wrath, ensign."

"Aye Admiral. Captain Frankov, responding."

"Captain, this is Saltrow. We are preparing to accelerate toward our destination. Take Raven wing and coordinate a active sweep of the surrounding area. On the slightest hint of an enemy sub, I want to be notified."

"Aye Admiral. Wrath out."

Dera turned in her chair, studying the latest specs on the newest line of V-08s. Even without a visual, she knew a portion of the 700 of them in the combined Fleet she now commanded was flying above her. Still, she couldn't help but frown. They were the best the Voltaru Air Force had put out in a while - their prior dealings with the Doomeys had lit a fire under the asses of the brass back in Ohm. Someone finally realized a fearsome navy is all well and good for homeland security, but the air was the true battleground of a war. Despite the advances, though, they still did not hold water to what Doomingsland would bring at them, should it come to that. But as long as the ships held the line, and the Erne's were as good as she had heard, she was confident in her task ahead.

She turned, sat back down, and started again to look over the current status of each ship in the fleet. It was about that time that Raven Wing, a group of 20 sleek submarines, moved off from the middle of the fleet.


To: Silver Sky Fleet
Fr: Voltaru Defensive Fleet

Our Fleet is currently on route to your location. We plan to approach
from the south, and hope to establish a joint defense of the middle coast.
Please advise.

Adm. Saltrow, Voltaru Fleet


OOC: see ship list in oOC

TO: Admiral Saltrow, Voltaru Defensive Fleet
FROM: Admiral Jennifer Eva, Silver Sky Second Naval Armada

By our location I think you mean just off the southern coast of Czardas, well we aren't their yet, we were delayed in a brief engagment with Psovian forces, we are now procceding at flank speed towards Czardas, but it will be at least a day before we reach them, a forward deployed force of Cruisers, Destroyers and Frigates have escorted a large transport fleet, they are currently unloading 100,000 troops at the port of Mariosz, however, the closest forces to yours are We Buy It Inc.'s self defence fleet, they are currently patrolling former Czardaian oil drilling areas, (now ours), anyway after meeting them just slide up the coast towards Mariosz and we will meet you there.

[SSRS 'Tranquility' Neptune-Class Trimaran Super Dreadnaught, Flagship of the 2nd Naval Armada]

Admiral Eva looked out of the bridge of her Neptune-Class SDN, she watched over the huge formation of ships, hundreds of thousands of sailors and pilots stood at her command, this would be only her second true combat test, and her first in command of the whole fleet, she had at her disposal hundred of veteran commanders, and new should she need it there is another fleet, although smaller right behind her, even then, she could not fail her nation, and their ally.

To: Admiral Jennifer Eva, Silver Sky Second Naval Armada
Fr: Admiral Dera Saltrow, Voltarum Defense Force

Message recieved and acknowledged. We are still several days
away at current velocity. Should situation change, please advise.

fortes fortuna adiuvat
Admiral Dera Saltrow, V.B.S. Jericho


Situation Room, The Great Hall, Ohm, The Voltarum

"I think it is time, Premier. The fleet is well out of Antarctican waters... there is little doubt of their heading."

"And everything is in place?"

Selkirk touched to the side wall, immediately bringing it to life. A map of the area surrounding Czardas, and positions of ally and enemy fleets glowed brightly in the now dimly lit room.

"Admiral Saltrow has made contact with The Silver Sky fleet and is ready to establish a joint program when we reach Czardas. Out fleet is taking the least restrictive route, but there is no guarratee that they will not run into opposition before they reach Czardaian territorial waters. As you can see, besides the Doomies there are several other forces in theoretical striking distance. Precautions are being made, however, to avoid such an encounter."

"Very well. Advise Kathon to heighten our defenisve net around our borders, as well as the North Sector Naval Base. I will sent out the message..."


To: The Warmaster, Doomingsland, The Parthians, Psov, and other allies
Re: Czardas and The Silver Sky

As you already know, a fleet of Voltaru ships has left our waters heading for the country of Czardas. The Voltarum looks with disdain on the actions of The Warmaster, and although might not fully approve of Czardaian actions against them, values and will protect the soveignty of Czardaian borders.

Our fleet will continue on its course until it reaches Czardaian waters. Upon arrival, it will establish a defensive operation designed to protect against invasion from a hostile force. Our fleet will not fire first, though you can be sure it will fire last.

Let it be known that an attack on this fleet, on route to or once in Czardaian waters, will be considered an act of war against our Order.

Respectfully Yours,
High Chancellor Xerco Longbottom, Premier of the High Order

[ooc:] Moorington, just wondering if you could maybe make your posts a little bit more detailed. As it is we don't know if those are the forces you are contributing or your total armed forces (you have more tanks than trained soldiers???). Also, lists of equipment should go on the OOC thread (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=451524).

Approaching the Parthian submarines

As the EMP missiles had knocked out their radar, the torpedoes began to falter, disappearing from the enemy submarines' radar screens. Then the backup GPS/SONAR-X systems took over, locked onto the same targets. The submarines had unknowingly sealed their own doom by knocking out the missile radar, thinking that the Czardaian missiles would contain no backup system to guide them when the radar was destroyed. Although they have slackened speed somewhat, they still continue towards the enemy submarines at a much higher velocity than their targets. Fourteen locked on each submarine. A hundred and ninety-six arrows of death which would strike in under a minute.

OOC: Just making sure that everyone knows my troop strength. Also I like to list my military forces as real as possiable so that when I say trained troops and veteran troops I mean infantry units and when I say a couple thousand tanks I mean they are manned armor units. I wil post the divsions and their enits later on the OOC thread....

IC:
To all democracy-pro nations (Beta-Omega78899777 Code) A once use code, unbreakable so none of you anti-democracy:

In a very basic attack orchestrated by Erich von Falkenhayn. The basics are this. The 1st and 2nd act as an axis for the main force, made up of the 2nd and 3rd armored with the 1st shock as the hammer to enter Warmaster Land (or whatever) and use them as a clearing force. Once they do a half-circle they will gurad the left flank of the main forces. They would charge towards the capital, the force would comprimise of mostly everything else in the army of the west. A detachment of the 4th shock,infantry, and armor would guard the right flank but nothing to serious.

Confirmation?
Yes No

OOC: Just making sure that everyone knows my troop strength. Also I like to list my military forces as real as possiable so that when I say trained troops and veteran troops I mean infantry units and when I say a couple thousand tanks I mean they are manned armor units. I wil post the divsions and their enits later on the OOC thread....
Ah, ok. That's clear now.

OFFICIAL DIPLOMATIC COMMUNIQUE

To: The Voltarum
From: His Majesty Sacred Emperor Lucifer of Domain Halcyon

With respect to the nation of Voltarum, you have no right to intervene in this conflict. Czardas has not been harmed at all, while its forces are still conducting an injust and ungodly assault on the territory of the Imperium. Therefore the standard empty excuse of 'protecting the security of' Czardas or whatever lies you have employed to deceive your populace into thinking that you are anything other than victims, despite the fact that YOU have chosen to intervene, will not suffice to deter the Imperium. We will do what we must to free ourselves of the blasphemous intentions of Czardas, and if after this warning you continue in your course of action, then the world will see that your desire is war.

Meanwhile...

Sneaking up the hill in their covert suits, the Intelligence team was silence personified, a shadow upon shadows. The cameras would be able to see them shortly, but that would be taken care of. One of them pulled a small device like a laser pointer from his pocket and aimed it straight at the camera. A small beep from the thing confirmed the camera was successfully fouled (OOC: it shuts down the capability to transmit heat or motion signals, or anything other than straight-up light, which you couldn't see the team in). Creeping up to the fence, another infiltrator pulled out a wire-cutter and began cutting through it. The rest of the team waited silently as the job was completed. Slipping through one by one, they spread out into the night. Approaching a parking area, they repeated their disabling of the cameras and stole inside. Pressing themselves against the wall, they spied a target entering his car, stowing an ID card back in his pocket. One of them snuck up behind him and pressed his silenced pistol against the base of his neck, and whispered, "Hey there."

The man stood absolutely still except for the involuntary trembling. "Who...who are you?"

"I'm asking the questions. Tell me, what is there in the way of security between here and the command chamber for the missile defense system?"

The man thought about it, plainly determined to walk out of here alive if at all possible.

"You'll enter the Centre through that door on the far wall. To get through it, you need an ID. Then you'll be in the outer part of the facility, which is full of cameras, and then to get into the main facility you'll need to pass another ID check, as well as retina and fingerprint scans."

"Thanks. For that, you get to leave here in one piece." The masked Imperial agent smiled to himself at his lie, and shot the man three times through the neck. Checking to make sure he was quite dead, he then pulled out a shining knife. Lowering it toward the man's eye, he gouged it out and placed it carefully in a pocket, then began sawing through the wrist. Once he had cut off the hand, he pocketed it and the ID card as well, hid the body in the car, and went back to the wall, planning his next move.

OOC: Gotta go, Czardas, tell me if this conflicts with the security arrangements in the place.

[ooc:] He missed the numerical password entry to the CAMERA HQ, probably because he's never been inside (only top Czardaian naval personnel and project leaders actually know the combination). He also "forgot" to tell you that the place is monitored by guards 24/7. Of course, since he's dead, he can't very well tell you that anymore... ;)

Also, how did you learn about CAMERA? It's top-secret IC. The Warmaster has no IC knowledge of it whatsoever.

[ic:]

It is a quiet night. The two Czardaian troops guarding the entrance to the ANCC are watching for any danger, although they expect nothing. After all, what enemy forces could possibly come within range? But a job is a job, and they have to go through with it. They stare across the parking area emotionlessly.

One of them starts violently. A noise? An imperceptible motion? No, there was nothing. It was a trick of his mind. He shakes his head. What are you thinking these days, Chris? Intruders? Get a handle on yourself. There may be a war on, but it's somewhere else far to the south.

He relaxes once more, thinking of his home and family. In an hour or less, his shift will be over and he can return to his house in Aurdania, with his children, perhaps, playing on the carpet with the dog, those multicolored rugs his wife loved putting everywhere for some reason—although, they really did make the house look a little bit nicer—the CD rack with relaxing music for stressful times, perhaps with dinner on the table, steaming plates of—

His thoughts are abruptly and unceremoniously jarred back to reality as he hears footsteps from the entrance to the ANCC. One of the upper-ranking personnel steps through the door, putting away his ID and whistling a tune. False alarm, the guard thinks, watching him walk away from the entrance towards his car. And then—another figure comes up to him, and he starts again.

Low voices. Quiet. Then the ANCC man falls over. The flash of moonlight on something silvery.

The connections slowly link themselves in his brain. Things clunk into place. Somehow, impossibly, an intruder has made its way into Czardas. He knows he has to act fast. They evidently do not know that the ANCC is well-guarded. He exchanges a few hand signals with the other guard—their uniforms masking them against the wall of the ANCC—and then he quietly presses the panic button on his GPS receiver. As the intruder finishes up his work near the car, lights begin to flick on all over the ANCC. Guards are arming themselves, lining up at the windows on all levels to fire out when ready. Floodlights flick on, bathing the whole parking lot in light, catching the Imperial agent at the car as a voice booms through the megaphone.

"Put down your weapons and surrender, I repeat, put down your weapons. You have no hope of escape. Resistance is futile. Your lives will be spared if you surrender to us, now. Otherwise, we shall kill every last one of you. You have been warned."

Doors all around the ANCC start to open as the floodlights hit the other Imperial intelligence agents against the wall. Guards along the windows aim their weapons. If the Imperial agents try to run or shoot at the guards, they will open fire, undoubtedly killing them all. Meanwhile, Czardaian troops surround the parking lot, some with movable floodlights illuminating the whole lot, but keeping the Czardaian troops hidden so the guards will have no idea of their true strength.

Approaching the Parthian submarines

As the EMP missiles had knocked out their radar, the torpedoes began to falter, disappearing from the enemy submarines' radar screens. Then the backup GPS/SONAR-X systems took over, locked onto the same targets. The submarines had unknowingly sealed their own doom by knocking out the missile radar, thinking that the Czardaian missiles would contain no backup system to guide them when the radar was destroyed. Although they have slackened speed somewhat, they still continue towards the enemy submarines at a much higher velocity than their targets. Fourteen locked on each submarine. A hundred and ninety-six arrows of death which would strike in under a minute.

OOC: Are your torpedoes EMP sheilded? I have never heard of such a thing, and it is impossible to do for guidance systems, since those cannot be, Even if your torpedoes were able to continue because of basic systems being sheilded, they would not have any guidance.

"We have sonar contact, active sonars from torpedoes are still moving in." The submarines now resorted to the next mode of defense, from rear torpedo tubes, dozens of mines, each filled with over a ton of high explosives were let out, they were to sit in the water, until the torpedoes came in range, when they would detonate, knocking out some of the torpedoes or at least creating a concussion which would knock out or disrupt the sonar tracking on the Parthian submarines.

The mines were to be laid in rows of five, spaced apart enough so that the explosion of one row would not cause an explosion in the next, only the torpedoes moving in on that row could detonate them, which would destroy more.

Submarines also laid several smaller mines, each loaded with miniature anti torpedo torpedoes, once enemy torpedoes came in range, the mines would fire off and destroy much of the enemy torpedo barrage.

However, the captian of the Sistan had made one more decision. A single torpedo loaded with a tactical nuclear warhead was to be loaded. It was plausably deniable, if it was required to be used, they could easily claim one of their submarines had a meltdown from a sucessful torpedo strike, and it would be unlikely to cause further problems, though he really had no desire to be the cause of an escalation.

The torpedoes are finally entering their final stage. Within less than 40 km of their targets, the warheads are beginning to separate. When water flows into the missiles, the warheads will detonate, causing an explosion that will destroy everything for 50 m around the point of impact.

The first torpedo to enter the rows of mines explodes with a muffled boom, destroying the whole row with shrapnel still propelled onwards striking the next row of mines. More torpedoes begin to hit now, causing more destruction to the mines than the Parthian submarines had planned for. Despite the mines, over 100 torpedoes survive, passing over the destruction below.

Next, anti-torpedo missiles begin to speed upwards from the depths, hitting and destroying many missiles. Even then they are overpowered by numbers, with more than 30 torpedoes continuing towards the enemy submarines, by now unstoppable except by a miracle. Now within less than 10 km, and closing fast, the warheads begin to separate.

[ooc:] Btw, can we have no nukes please? I'd like to keep my country. ;) It was one of the OP's rules anyway. As for the shielding, the EMP knocked out radar and ground transmissions; however, because of seafloor SONAR and other guidance systems scattered throughout Czardaian waters in case of this kind of problem, the missiles continue with less guidance and maneuverability until their fuel runs out, or they hit their target.

OOC: Sure, I dislike having people say. "I try to nuke you, (a minute later) you nuked! you nuked! I nuked you! nanananan! (end of impression).

IC:

The Moorish columns advanced into Warmaster Territory. The advanced guard was made up of helicopters (attack) and followed by mechanized infantry and tanks. The tanks were the Hollister-Class while the infantry were being led by Max Otto Crown. Then came the lower millimeter cannon (few). These crunched over the relatively un-prepared frontier men (if he has any) and advanced for three towns close to the border. One was a hub for a series of railway systems and another for powering the whole countryside. The forces had a movement of about 40 miles a day.

OOC: I am giving Warmaster some more time. Also I will be gone for about the whole work week for a good stint and may not be able to get back till Friday. The invasion will continue as explained in a previous post. The ADN(s) (Anti-Democracy Nations) can not know but any PDN(s) (Pro-Democracy Nations) can. Also I feel really bad about the whole apparent lack of measurements but I do not know how big Warmaster's Territory is or were his towns are.

[ooc:] Warmaster, do you have a map? There are two fronts to this war—Czardaian and Sacred Imperial—and most of the action is going on in the latter. If you don't have one, give us an idea of your territory at least.

[ooc:] Warmaster, do you have a map? There are two fronts to this war—Czardaian and Sacred Imperial—and most of the action is going on in the latter. If you don't have one, give us an idea of your territory at least.

OOC: No map, sorry. I'm in a hurry, but I'll do a summary of my territory as soon as I can. Also, good point about finding out about CAMERA; but it had to be controlled from somewhere, and it doesn't seem impossible that I might catch the command signals or somesuch. If there's really no way I could have known about it, I could throw out the infiltration part if you'd like. And finally, Moorington, you went straight from telling the others your plans to being on my soil and completely unmolested. If you're going to invade me, you need to RP the amphibious assault and give me a chance to try my hand at slaughtering your force. I flatter myself I wouldn't let an entire invading army simply dance onto my shores and march towards the capital.

More posts on their way.

[ooc:] You can just take it out and replace it with something about your guy saying, "How do we get into the control room/command center/headquarters of the missile defense system?". I'll accept that you've found some kind of information, but the name specifically is stretching it.

Moorington seems to be attacking from land, which would be difficult if you're an island. IMNSHO, everyone should try to make a map of their nation if they want to RP wars. It makes things so much more convenient. All maps should be posted on the OOC thread.

The torpedoes are finally entering their final stage. Within less than 40 km of their targets, the warheads are beginning to separate. When water flows into the missiles, the warheads will detonate, causing an explosion that will destroy everything for 50 m around the point of impact.

The first torpedo to enter the rows of mines explodes with a muffled boom, destroying the whole row with shrapnel still propelled onwards striking the next row of mines. More torpedoes begin to hit now, causing more destruction to the mines than the Parthian submarines had planned for. Despite the mines, over 100 torpedoes survive, passing over the destruction below.

Next, anti-torpedo missiles begin to speed upwards from the depths, hitting and destroying many missiles. Even then they are overpowered by numbers, with more than 30 torpedoes continuing towards the enemy submarines, by now unstoppable except by a miracle. Now within less than 10 km, and closing fast, the warheads begin to separate.



Captian Zarathustra Shahrzad of the Balochestan made a set of orders, telling his men that for the good of Parthia, they would meet Ahura Mazda on this day. Crews were preparing the torpedo tubes while the other submarines continued. The Balochestan was firing away with anti torpedoes and creating as much noise as possible by moving the engines at all rear, hopefully taking the brunt of the attack. 12 torpedoes were fired away at the other incoming torpedoes, destroying ten, but leaving the rest.

As the men inside prayed, many of the torpedoes began to take their signal. At that second, with the sub in the path of the incoming torpedoes and the friendly submarines moving away, they detonated their entire weapons load, thousands of tons of high explosives sending a concussion through the water and a burst of water on the surface above. The Parthian submarines, five kilometers away, were rocked by the impact as the enemy torpedoes detonated or were torn apart in the concussion. The captian of the Sistan was shocked by the bravery of the Balochestan, truly an honorable act, yet, he knew that the cost of this mission had been too great.

The submarines now moved out at five knots, passing the 750 mile mark from the coast.

The torpedoes finally find their long-sought-for targets. As they reach the enemy submarine, the tons of explosives reach them, causing massive detonations and explosions. Far underwater, the 25 or so remaining torpedoes explode as they come in contact with the enemy charges, throwing up huge waves on the surface of the water with a muffled boom. CAMERA has found its next victim.

In Aurdania, the Balochestan disappears from Czardaian radar screens.

OOC: Sorry, I didn't think your nation was an island. Must of missed that important info. Okay so my plan is dead in the water now, I am still using the Army of The West but now it is going to be D-Day! Hoorah! Also can I say my task forces organized when I was "invading" Warmaster? I am going to say yes until further notice.

IC:
Two task forces set out to sea.....

1st Task Force
3 Cr-1 Solomon-Class Attack Cruisers (The Rhine, Pac-Sun, and Bridgette)
1 Cr-2 Millenium Wall-Class Anti-Missle Cruiser (The Bulow)
1 BS-2 Dynamic-Class Battleship (The Schlieffen)

2nd Task Force
2 Cr-1 Solomon-Class Attack Cruisers (The Köln and Cologne)
1 C-2 Millenium Wall-Class Anti-Missle Cruiser (The Kluck)
1 C-1 Liberty-Class Aircraft Carrier (The Bismarck)

ooc: Any problems? My land force will set out when I take control of the sea.

[ooc:] Well, with 9 ships against Parthia's fleet of 300+ coming in, along with Doom's 30 and uncounted numbers of Warmaster's ships patrolling the high seas, taking control of the seas might not be very easy, no?

OOC: I kind of manipulated the layout to fit my needs...but as you’ll see, I did add a secure door, because there’s no way that the only way into your center would be through a simple door. I hope it’s alright that the first door of these two was unsecure. If not, please say so.

The Intelligence team watched in anger and shock as the tables were turned on them with infuriating speed. In seconds, they had become held down by an unknown number of Czardaian troops, probably crack shots all, and they were completely exposed by searchlights. There was only one response: Plan B.

Lowering their guns, the Intelligence team stood up and watched their leader, more exposed than any of them. He pressed his jaw and felt the button built into his helmet (OOC: Yes, they wear helmets) depress slightly. He then said very clearly but quickly: “We have been captured and are about to initiate Plan B. Be warned that there are many more guards than previously expected. Security is in the form of fingerprint scanners, retina scanners, and cameras. If we fail, judge whether to evacuate or to attempt to complete the mission.” That sound byte was instantly transmitted to the small backup team waiting just outside the fence.

Then the leader stood as well. He nodded to his team, far too small a nod for the soldiers to notice from so far away. They understood what to do. He and three others of the twelve-man primary team, standing with their hands up, made their final prayers.

Each operative had a “shrieker” in their jumpsuit and a tiny solar system in their helmet. Over the course of several days (or much shorter plugged into a generator) the battery would charge for a one-use discharge of extremely bright light, blinding anybody in the vicinity, and the “shrieker” would emit a sound specially designed to cause disorientation. When the leader suddenly made a fist, all of them chinned a button in their helmets, activating both systems. Knowing the soldiers would be blind and deaf, but for not more than ten seconds, the team moved like lightning. The leader snatched up the hand, eye, and ID card, and tossed them to his men, who picked up their guns, and ran like the devil was after them, towards the door that the dead man had indicated. The man in the lead slammed his shoulder through the simple unsecured door, breaking it open, and found himself in a short, almost airlock-like hall; a blast door with a fingerprint scan closed off the other end.

5 seconds.

Placing the severed hand onto the scanner, the man waited for a second as it was processed, then dived through the door the second it opened wide enough. The team got through and it closed behind them just in time.

Meanwhile, the leader and three pre-selected others knew what they had to do. They ran towards the disoriented soldiers, who must have had ears of iron; they were already coming around. Ripping back a Velcro flap on his forearm, the leader punched a two-second timer into the tiny number pad there. His companions followed suit, and they smiled, looking forward to a glorious death.

Two seconds later, the plastic explosives sewn into the uniform detonated. There wasn’t enough to blast the building apart, but there was more than enough to rip apart the facade and kill plenty of Czardaian soldiers. The ones that survived would be too injured to stop the team.

Not that there wouldn’t be more soldiers inside the actual facility. Or that there wouldn’t be heavier security. But four men had killed many foes and given their comrades time to slip away from certain death.

Paradise awaited.

Back at the War Room, Lucifer was sitting in a chair drinking from a bottle of Evan Williams' bourbon, smoking a cigar, and waiting for news of the strike team. Their mission was the primary method of making an attack on Czardas feasible.

A satellite imagery tech suddenly sat up straight and printed off a report. Waving over a page, the tech passed on the report and told him to take it so Lucifer. The page darted through the chaos of people going about their business and knelt before the Sacred Emperor's chair.

Lucifer sighed and took another swig of bourbon.

"What is it?"

"A report, my Lord, from the Satellite Recon department. I do not know what it contains."

"Very well. Go."

As the page stood, bowed, and walked off, Lucifer looked at the report and chuckled incredulously. This nation Moorington was sending a force towards the Empire, and it consisted of a pathetic nine ships. Beckoning to a page, he announced his intentions.

"Get a message to Fleet Command. An enemy task force is approaching our shores. It consists of 5 attack cruisers, 2 missile cruisers, a battleship, and a carrier. I want elements of the Third Fleet to sail at once and intercept it."

OOC:

Task Force Anvil:

4 Nimitz-class carriers
1 Enterprise-class carriers
2 Imperator-class battleships
12 Spruance-class destroyers
8 Seawolf-class submarines
10 Kirov-class cruisers
6 Perry-class frigates
2 Knox-class frigates

The torpedoes finally find their long-sought-for targets. As they reach the enemy submarine, the tons of explosives reach them, causing massive detonations and explosions. Far underwater, the 25 or so remaining torpedoes explode as they come in contact with the enemy charges, throwing up huge waves on the surface of the water with a muffled boom. CAMERA has found its next victim.

In Aurdania, the Balochestan disappears from Czardaian radar screens.

OOC: Here's a pointless and slightly insipid question: just out of curiosity, Czardas, why do you write all your posts in the present tense? Not that I'm complaining, mind you, it's just uncommon.

OOC: Here's a pointless and slightly insipid question: just out of curiosity, Czardas, why do you write all your posts in the present tense? Not that I'm complaining, mind you, it's just uncommon.
[ooc:] Out of habit. I've always done that, based on some stories I wrote once (all in present tense)... for some reason, even when I try to write in other tenses, I keep relapsing into present.

[ic:]

The awful noise and light sweep over the guards all around the lot, disorienting the vast majority of the Czardaian troops. A few see the door break open as the light and noise faded, and fire fruitlessly after the enemy team. However, for many the light and noise simply melts into the huge explosion that follows.

The ANCC is a very solidly built building, designed to withstand even very powerful explosions. Therefore, the explosives barely dent the façade of the command center. However, the shrapnel, debris, and fire down more than thirty Czardaian guards firing from the windows.

But the ANCC is on high alert now. The Imperial intelligence team slips through the blast door into one of the central rooms as Czardaian troops emerge from a stairway opposite the door. As the enemy troops come in, the Czardaians open fire. Realizing that they probably have enough explosives attached to them to blow up the building or at least the troops and some of the equipment inside, more Czardaians brave death, appearing from all sides and firing on the team.

Meanwhile, the troops outside have begun to comb the whole area for more backups, armed with their searchlights, heavy assault rifles, armor, and explosives. They search the fences, outside the lot, some teams of 10 even going into Aurdania itself to search for more enemy troops. Just as a precaution...

OOC: Sorry. Been busy the last couple of days. Apologies for the rushed post. And by the way Czardas, what attack did you mean?

IC: As the strike team was surrounded, the leader realized more sacrifice was called for to secure even the most miniscule chance that the mission could be accomplished. He yelled, "Get back, NOW!" and ripped back the Velcro on his forearm. As he pressed the button that activated a preset four-second timer, the rest of the team dived back through the secure door. As the lone commando fell under a withering hail of bullets, his timer still counted down. Two seconds later, the packages of C4 in his suit exploded, clearing the way for his team once more.

They came back through the door, pistols and camera-jammers at the ready, moving deeper into the facility, using the hand, eye, and ID as their keys.

As the explosion sounds, resounding against the secured door, Czardaian troops are thrown backwards from the force, some falling to the ground never to rise again. The remainder are back up within seconds; they are determined not to let the enemy team get past the entrance hall. Czardaian troops are beginning to file through the outer unsecured door, aiming for the secured door if their enemies manage to jump through again. Meanwhile, the Czardaians still in the entrance hall resume their hail of bullets, firing at the team as it begins running into the base. Along with the bullets, specially designed plastic-explosive bombs are hurled at the troops, enough to detonate all of the C4 on them. After this rain, the Czardaians retreat to the corners of the hall, preparing for the explosion to come within exactly three seconds...

The relatively small Moorish fleets combined and sailed forward hoping to find and pick off any straglers with the Parthia and Doom fleets a sail. After sailing around looking for Warmasters smaller fleet a flight* of airplanes reported in tow destroyers off the coast of a small island*. Two more flights were sent off, they were equipped with flight-sea torpedoes with only two regular sidewinders. They used up the extra wing-space with extra fuel.

Once the airplanes saw the two frigates, Knox-Class, they went into high altitude then went screaming back down rattling off their chain-guns and letting one fish per-plane off. They streaked towards their target when the view was blocked off as the planes pulled up.

Instantly the flag ship, Bismarck, sent off coded messages with the one time each use*. The ships went into extended column formation. The heavier blasting ships were sent to the front while the lesser, more nimble, to the back. The carrier was sent in the middle with the Pac-Sun to guard.

* A Moorish flight is 12 airplanes, wedge formation usually.
* Bethany Island on Moorish maps, a piece of sand with a couple of coconut palms, small to medium coral outcroppings.
* Moorish fleets are given an assortment of one time each use codes. Strictly for Flag Ship-Fleet communications.

OOC: I left the losses to you. I expect pretty much iminate destruction and a battle ensuing over the island. I tried to keep it realistic but if I am god-modding send hate telegrams/e-mails.

OOC: To keep this thing rambling at a reasonable pace.....
IC:
The torpedoes struck the water 10-20 feet away from the ships and rapidly closed in. The crew tried the standard manuvers and some of the torpedoes hit the coral but in the end 2 hit each ship, the first one hit in the middle and the second right behind it. The back blown out the ship quickly sunk with (fill in blank) losses. The second frigate was hit once in the back and another in the front, not devestating until it ran into a coral out-cropping which punctured the ship into one of it's forward gun magizines. It exploded and took the front half with it, the rest of it took a little bit more time but it was final.

The Bismarck immediatly sent a coded message to Moorington asking for the shipyards to get the latest shipment from Axinon Defense Corp (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=441625). The commander, Romn Von Wingert, then but his ships into two seperate fleets and to flank the island, hoping to catch another prize.

OOC: To keep this thing rambling at a reasonable pace.....
IC:
The torpedoes struck the water 10-20 feet away from the ships and rapidly closed in. The crew tried the standard manuvers and some of the torpedoes hit the coral but in the end 2 hit each ship, the first one hit in the middle and the second right behind it. The back blown out the ship quickly sunk with (fill in blank) losses. The second frigate was hit once in the back and another in the front, not devestating until it ran into a coral out-cropping which punctured the ship into one of it's forward gun magizines. It exploded and took the front half with it, the rest of it took a little bit more time but it was final.

The Bismarck immediatly sent a coded message to Moorington asking for the shipyards to get the latest shipment from Axinon Defense Corp (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=441625). The commander, Romn Von Wingert, then but his ships into two seperate fleets and to flank the island, hoping to catch another prize.

OOC: Moorington, sorry for not posting in the last couple days, but I have a post ready for this particular conflict and will put it up soon. It may occasionally seem like I'm inactive, but that generally means I'm writing my next reply. This post will have to be voided because losses are determined by the person being attacked, who is me. That's a major rule of NS. It's not a big deal, but remember that.

Sorry, this is quite fun and your reply could best be described as "un-excusably late", then saying it was my fault since I posted something you would have to post later is quite unnecessary.

The relatively small Moorish fleets combined and sailed forward hoping to find and pick off any straglers with the Parthia and Doom fleets a sail. After sailing around looking for Warmasters smaller fleet a flight* of airplanes reported in tow destroyers off the coast of a small island*. Two more flights were sent off, they were equipped with flight-sea torpedoes with only two regular sidewinders. They used up the extra wing-space with extra fuel.

Once the airplanes saw the two frigates, Knox-Class, they went into high altitude then went screaming back down rattling off their chain-guns and letting one fish per-plane off. They streaked towards their target when the view was blocked off as the planes pulled up.

Instantly the flag ship, Bismarck, sent off coded messages with the one time each use*. The ships went into extended column formation. The heavier blasting ships were sent to the front while the lesser, more nimble, to the back. The carrier was sent in the middle with the Pac-Sun to guard.

* A Moorish flight is 12 airplanes, wedge formation usually.
* Bethany Island on Moorish maps, a piece of sand with a couple of coconut palms, small to medium coral outcroppings.
* Moorish fleets are given an assortment of one time each use codes. Strictly for Flag Ship-Fleet communications.

OOC: I left the losses to you. I expect pretty much iminate destruction and a battle ensuing over the island. I tried to keep it realistic but if I am god-modding send hate telegrams/e-mails.

OOC: My only problem so far is with the "Warmaster's smaller fleet" part. My fleet outnumbers yours five to one. But otherwise it seems fine.

IC: The two Knox-class frigates, the Byzantium and the Wrath, although slightly ahead of the main fleet, were not defenseless against the 36 airplanes and their 36 missiles. The SeaHunter airplanes from the carriers had been scrambled as soon as the Imperial RADAR had picked up the incoming aircraft. There were 48 of them, and each launched a missile at the Moorish missiles in an attempt to intercept them, and then turned and fired two volleys of two missiles from each plane at the Moorish planes.

Meanwhile, the Imperial pilots had not stopped all the Moorish missiles. Three ploughed into the armored hull of the Wrath. While not nearly enough to sink the ship, it was enough to shake her and slow her down. Meanwhile, on the carriers, another call had gone out. 24 Harriers from each of the carriers were being scrambled, and were in the air in 90 seconds (OOC: That can be done, by the way). This made a total of 144 Imperial planes in the sky. The Seawolf attack submarines separated into four groups of two and headed toward the Moorish formation, and the Kirov-class cruisers each carried 16 Rapier missiles, of which they each launched four toward the Moorish Bismarck, making 40 of the high-explosive, advanced missiles streaking toward the enemy carrier, followed by four Colossus shells from each of the Imperator-class battleships. The Colossus guns were basically railguns that hurled massive shells over vast distances at an incredible speed. They were packed with explosives, and the sheer mass of the shells almost always prevented them from being destroyed by an enemy response. There was literally almost no way to stop them, and they tore across the sky too fast for the carrier to move away.

And in Czardas...

As the three-second timers counted down, the team knew that no more sacrifices were possible, and that their time had come. Thus, drawing their guns, they ran toward the Czardaians, firing their guns, and detonated their C4 fractions of a second before the explosives went off.

The backup team, safely hidden, began re-evaluating their entrance plan.

ooc: Excuse me I should've made it more clear, your fleet is smaller then the Doom and Parthini one. Oh and I really don't see how you can shoot down the Bismarck since you don't have an exact point. All your stuff is about 10 miles east of Beridian Is. and mine about 15 km off the cost doing the top cruising speed. So how does your battleships know were the Bismarck is?

IC: The planes seeing the ever un-folding might being directed towards them immediately sent about spraying flares and counter-measures while burning off their altitude for speed. (Ok, your frigates fire missiles when the planes dive and your other planes when my planes are going around again). 16 of the planes burn out with sometimes 7 missiles burning out the leader. (How big is your frigates? Most frigates are not so heavily armed and armored, so can you tell me what these are other than a heavy battleship, AA, cruiser thing?) While they reform into 15 and 5 the 15 group shoot the rest of their missiles (7 per plane) and tried to get a bead on the other planes with their cannons which may or may not be efficient. The other 5 goes in as 1 then 2 then 2. As they go along the sea floor the frigate was trying to reload while trying to get the bead on the first plane and the other 15. The first then 2 planes went down in gouts of flame. The last two though got to shot off 4 missiles, the frigate easily intercepted them and when the planes streaked over the frigate one of the planes dropped it's extra fuel to land onto of the frigate. It smashed and exploded on the frigate. This extra fuel carried about 500 gallons. You figure out the damage.

OOC: Modern RADAR can detect for far more than 25 miles, which I believe is the distance between our two fleets. Also, if you just dropped fuel tanks on my ship, they wouldn't explode. For starters, tanks are generally pretty secure out of necessity. Second, jet fuel is not unstable. Third, even if it ruptures, it's just going to leak fuel. So I now have 500 gallons of dead weight on my frigate. Next, part of Imperial military philosophy is to have the best protection as possible. While your missiles have certainly severely damaged the Wrath, three are not enough to destroy it. Next, I'm assuming when you say you fire your 105 missiles (from the 15 plane group), they are directed at the Imperial planes. And finally, remember I already fired a volley of 96 missiles at your planes, and launched 40 Rapier missiles at your carrier and fired four Colossus shells at it.

IC: The Imperial planes went into evasive maneuvers, ECM packages twisting the systems of the Moorish missiles, flares dropping, and generally evading the missiles. Smaller interception missiles streaked out to destroy the Moorish ones, and some of the pilots fired their cannons at the enemy missiles. Three of the Harriers were destroyed, but the rest successfully shook or destroyed their missiles and turned to face the Moorish planes. Their first wave of missiles were streaking toward the enemy, and as 120 more planes, 24 from each carrier, were being scrambled, the 141 remaining Imperial craft each launched four Quirinius AAMs at the Moorish foe.

Meanwhile, the four groups of two Seawolf-class attack submarines reached the point at which they had been commanded to fire. Readying their torpedo tubes, they each fired three torpedoes at the anti-missile cruisers. Effectively invisible, they moved away to find a new attack point.

OOC: Still very unlikly when realying only on a radar, you can do that some were else but for the most part un-realistic at best. Also these fuel tanks hae little armor to get more fual and if a plane is shot by a missle so near the cockpit it wouldn't live anyway. There must have been some kind of fire after the three torpedous and then lighting aviation fuel will put that one out of the war. Get over it. Also how does a flight of planes eing chased just turn around and suddenly be far enough from the enemy to get a target and fire without any damage to themselves? I will just let you mill over that.

IC:
The already jumpy naval officers were to happy to get to shoot something and so off went depth charges, counter measures from 5 ships, and some counter torpedous. This torrent of death destroyed each and every one of the torpedous. The other two planes went onto the other frigate and fired each of their missles. It went one then one, the Knox Frigate knowing what was coming sped off and shot down the first and then the second plane. Both planes were hit behind and to the side of thier airplanes. They spun off and hit the frigate.

OOC: 1. If you really want another reason, satellite reconnaissance could have seen your fleet and pinpointed its exact position with ease. This adds to the fact that despite what you said, I don't know how it would possibly be unrealistic.
2. I am not just trying to save one frigate. For starters, I'm not a bastard like that. I sincerely believe that a fuel tank wouldn't explode if you dropped it on the ship. Second, I can afford (unlike you) to lose a frigate. And whether or not you armor your fuel tanks, it is still encased in something. Also, despite the fact that there would be fires, these would be below decks, because the torpedoes hit a little below the waterline. So when you drop these tanks on the exterior decks, they will just roll around. Plus, jet fuel is really not that explosive or unstable.
3. You're absolutely right, I didn't cover in very good detail at all how my planes destroyed the majority of your missiles. I'll edit that post.
4. Can you NOT determine how MY frigate responds to YOUR planes? It's up to me whether I want to blast the planes to nothingness or even just let them do whatever they want to me. In fact, blasting them into nothingness is exactly what I'll do.
5. There are now 760 missiles flying towards your remaining planes. Bear in mind that there's no way in hell you can stop enough of them to save any but a very few, and that's stretching the truth far enough.
5. And finally, please either post that my strike on your carrier destroyed it, or find out some way to actually save it.

IC: As the Moorish fighters attacked the Byzantium, its crew responded with trained efficiency. The planes immediately around it intervened, shooting a few out of the air. The ship itself accounted for the others, shooting them down. It then turned its attention to the planes, launching 16 Crane missiles at each of the two fighters.

Dude, this thread has a lot of OOC bickering/slandering/intelligent discussion. I would think about making an OOC thread if I were you, John.

We already have an OOC thread (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=451524). Why nobody uses it is beyond me.

From The Office of The President of The Republic

We are shocked after hearing about problem in The Warmaster and have decided to defend democratic friends. Democracy is the system of the people and must be protected. We have decided to fight this dictorship againest the forces of democracy.

I second that.

We already have an OOC thread (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=451524). Why nobody uses it is beyond me.

OOC: Sorry, my mistake. I'll say it again, even though it's not my thread to control:

EVERYONE SHOULD USE THE OOC THREAD!!!

OOC: Yeah, you're right. It slipped my mind.

[ooc:] The missiles are also guided by IR and LADAR as a backup system, and I'm pretty sure large fighters like the F-78 would remain visible on both... Besides, as you're heading towards the fleet, if the missiles ran out of fuel before hitting your planes they'd simply drop down at the fleet itself and explode in proximity, destroying the ships' armor or the fighter craft they have launched.

Also, they weren't launched from the absolute maximum of the 180-mile range. You launched only a few hundred missiles at a formation of over 1000 planes, which allowed those firing the missiles to maneuver out of the way in time and get close enough to fire the missiles towards your planes. Besides, Peregrines are also firing some of them, and they're traveling faster than your planes....I can imagine that one or two waves might run out or be outmaneuvered, but I'm firing 4 waves of 144 missiles at you, or four for each of your planes.
OOC:If they weren't launched from the maximum range, how did you manage to catch up with me? My fighters launched from 210 miles away and immediately turned, and they're faster than your fighters, meaning they'd be unable to catch up and get within range. No, my F-78s are faster than your Peregrines. I'm pretty sure that by having your fighters attempt to close and launch missiles after I launched my missiles is going to get a shitload of your planes killed in the process. My losses stand. Oh, by the way, the fleet's too far away for the missiles to drop down on and hit after running out of fuel.

IC:

The three-hundred and fifty fresh F-78F navalized air superiority fighters closed ranks with their comrades and passed, going straight through at high speed. The Imperial Navy had AWACS support, unlike their Czardaian counterparts. This would undoubtedly become a deciding factor in the upcoming battle.

The Imperial aircraft knew exactly where and how many enemy fighters there were, and that they had just wasted a ton of ammunition on the DIAF fighters, which were proceeding to refuel over the fleet.

The formation was vast, split up into groups of twelve, the grey fighters spread out across the open skies. Data from ten EB-3B AWACS/electronic warfare aircraft was being transmitted right into the cockpit displays of the navy pilots.

The Czardaians would have no idea what was coming. Well, they'd have some idea, but not much of one.

They would know that they were being tracked, as that was obvious, but they wouldn't detect the missiles or the fact that the tracking RADAR was actualy guiding the missiles right towards them until the several hundred missiles appeared on their RADAR scopes.

Launching just four missiles each from their maximum range, the F-78Fs would turn around and kick in their afterburners, staying out of range of the enemy RADAR. The only indication the Czardaians would get of a fresh armada of Doomie fighters would be a few clouds of missiles heading towards their various formations at roughly mach six. They probably wouldn't detect the incoming missiles until they were dangerously close, maybe 100 miles, depending on just how strong Czardas' fighter based RADAR was. With 1,400 missiles inbound, the Czardaian airforce would definately have its hands full. And as soon as they began evasive maneuvers, they'd find themselves in a world of hurt...

Over the Imperial mainland, even more fighters scrambled to crush the Czardaians. This battle in the sky would have to be won and the Czardaian air force crippled before another response could be properly initiated. A flight of 40 A-10 Thunderbolts came within range of the Czardaians. Preparing their AIM-9 missiles, they launched all that they had, sending 640 of the missiles toward the Czardaians.

In Korronis’s port, an element of the 5th Fleet sailed away into the Gold Sea. The battle in the sky was well within their range, and the Assassin-class missile cruisers that formed the group prepared their missiles as well. The 14 ships each carried 16 SAM-87 Rapier missiles, and they launched them eagerly, sending another wave of death toward the Czardaians. And the 232 MiG-29 Fulcrum Modifieds fired their R-73E long-range missiles, making another 928 missiles streak toward the Czardaians.

All in all, 1792 missiles of one sort or another were minutes away from the Czardaians, augmenting the attack from Doomingsland.

[ooc:] EDIT: Never mind, we resolved the OOC part through AIM.

[ic:]

The Czardaian air force were no fools. As another AWACS was summoned from Czardas and took off, heading towards the air battle, the planes began to retreat into a defensive formation several dozen miles from their previous position, knowing that without an AWACS and its massive RADARs they were vulnerable. Several "suicide squadrons", a little under 100 planes in total, were stationed at the site of the former blockade.

As soon as the incoming missiles were tracked on RADAR, the suicide squadrons prepared to intercept, the planes taking the brunt of the missile barrage and firing at everything in sight. The suicide squadrons were completely obliterated; the planes that survived whirled downwards in kamikaze fashion towards The Warmaster's coast, more than 70 planes streaking out of the sky, burning, wreaking destruction wherever they hit. Bombers and fighters fired their entire payloads of missiles and bombs straight onto the shore ahead of them, cities, everything, before crashing. Some of the kamikaze pilots whirled downwards towards the fleet of Warmasterian ships, loosing dozens of missiles and bombs before crashing into the decks; a few targeted the Imperial Palace and other buildings in Korronis, descending, throwing flaming wreckage over the city.

As the explosions lit up the sky, the Czardaian Air Force knew this could not go on much longer. They entered ASM range long enough to fire one final volley. Missiles of all types hurtled at Doomingslandi and Warmasterian planes, at ships, at cities, everything... a total of 2104 missiles and bombs rained down upon the Warmaster's coast and the air and sea armadas around it.

Then, the massive air armada broke formation, disappeared into the clouds, and was gone.

In streaks of black, a few holed planes could be seen smoking through the air... but for all intents and purposes the Czardaian Air Force had vanished. The battle was over. But they would be back for more....

As the kamikaze planes descended, the Imperial fleet stood its ground, trying to intercept everything at the same time and failing miserably. Firing missiles at the planes themselves, and opening up on the bombs with other missiles and their guns. Of the 14 planes, only five survived the onslaught, and all of them with heavy damage. Of the planes that foolishly attempted to hit Korronis, none survived. A few scraps of wreckage managed to slam into cars as they plummeted from the sky, but that was the extent of the damage to Korronis. And then the rest of the planes struck...

The result was chaos. The surviving ships were instantly destroyed. The 40 A-10 Thunderbolts that had foolishly got too close to the Czardaians were similarly wiped from existence, their pilots not even having enough time to scream a final prayer. The Mig-29s were farther away, and a lucky few of them managed to shake or destroy whatever missiles had targeted them. Still, around 85% of them were destroyed, leaving only 35 Fulcrums in the sky. The rest of the Imperial Air Force returned to their respective airbases to lick their wounds, refuel, and rearm for the next Czardaian attack.

OFFICIAL DIPLOMATIC COMMUNIQUE:

To our brothers in Doomingsland,

We seem to have jointly driven off the unclean invaders for now. Of course, they will return, and our primary job right now is to muster enough force to annihilate them when they do. I shall try to muster more support from the CAD, that we may entrap and destroy the Czardaians. So when they do return, we shall be ready with an army of righteous and overwhelming force. All honor and glory to you, brothers.

[ooc:] Doom told me on AIM that he's getting too busy to continue this RP, so this air engagement will probably be his last post in this RP. It'll be just you, Parthia, Shenyang, and whichever other CADites choose to join you for the invasion of Czardas (if that's coming at all).

[ic:]

The last AAM barrage had cleaned out the missile banks of the Czardaian Air Force, leaving it vulnerable and open to attack. However, with the rain of 2104 AAMs streaking down upon Warmasterian and Doomingslandi forces within range, the Czardaian commanders are counting on the enemy not to give chase until it is too late.

Information has been relayed back to Czardaian Central Command, and already there are rumors of new missile and aircraft blueprints in the works... of significant alterations and 'upgrades'... Quick Response Air Units... But all that shall come.

Meanwhile, the air armada wings it towards home at Mach 2.1, avoiding all Parthian fleets in the vicinity. By the time enemy planes can catch up, they will be within reach of allied defenses. The air engagement is over... at least for the time being.

But it is only the beginning.

OOC: That's too bad, but I can't say I'm surprised. Oh well. And Moorington seems to have vanished.

IC: The meeting room was sparsely decorated as rooms went in the Imperial Palace. Gold leaf shone on the reliefs on the walls depicting the founding of Rome by Romulus, and the subsequent departure of his descendants from Italy, who would later found the early Empire. The meeting table itself was plain, with ornately carved legs. But the room was enriched by the sheer power of the people inside it.

The Sacred Emperor sat, of course, at the head of the table. His friend and cousin, Seth Jamaane, sat at his right, and Imperator Jakran Vuell at his left. The rest of the High Command, the heads of the Intelligence Division and the Inquisition sat at the table as well. Between them, these men controlled the military power of the Imperium utterly.

“Gentlemen, we are all aware of the situation. The Czardaian Air Force has fled the field, and I have opted not to pursue them. However, they will return, having adapted to whatever they have inferred about us from our tactics; having upgraded their forces however they can; and with new pilots, having been briefed about our response by veterans of the air battle. They will return; they have no choice. And it is our greatest task at the moment to destroy their airforce. It, and their missile defense system, stand in the way of the invasion of Czardas, which I command must occur if at all possible. Our airforce, though I hate to say it, is most likely inferior to theirs. However, we have naval and ground anti-air units to reinforce us, and we have the gods at our side. Therefore we shall prepare, as they are, and we shall meet them as forcefully as we can.

The Sacred Emperor pointed to the Director of the Intelligence Division. “I understand the majority of our commandos have been killed.”

“Yes, Divine One. It is believed they were forced to immolate themselves, taking many foes with them. The backup team still remains in the vicinity. I have not yet given them further instructions. Another team is ready to depart for Czardas at a moment’s notice.”

“Good. Good.”

He gestured to Lord Supreme Admiral Admohar Quoreal, Commander in Chief of the Imperial Navy.

“I want the fleets in Korronis and FLEETCOM on full alert. The carriers should be prepared to reinforce whatever planes we commit to the defense of the Empire, and missile cruisers especially should stock extra ammunition; a well-timed punch by the navy could influence the course of the battle.

“Gentlemen, our tasks lie ahead of us. Let us meet them as men, with power and honor. Let this war bring glory to the Imperium and the gods, and all will be well.”

The hillside around the ANCC has been combed many times by ever-growing numbers of guards, roused into wakefulness and briefed swiftly on the knowledge of enemy tactics. Wearing night IR-vision goggles, with headphones connected to the central command prepared to block out the noise if it is used again, the Czardaian guards split up into groups of six, each group bearing floodlights, heavy weapons, and alerts to call for backups.

All civilian sectors have been ordered to keep to their houses, and with a war on the vast majority have complied. Any other people outside at this time will be either intruders or disobeyers, in either case warranting a full-scale response.

The swiftly-designated Team 23 is making its way along the fence below the ANCC, searching for any sign of other intruders, when the goggles spot red shapes moving some 40 meters away.

A quick radio call confirms that they are not Czardaian troops, and in return—keeping the floodlights switched off—the Czardaians open fire with heavy guns and C4 detonators, aiming to wipe out the threat before it can spread. Meanwhile, helicopters are now beginning to take off from the base, to scout the area faster and better than men...

OOC: Not like this thread was going anywhere, but I post anyway.

Admiral Dera Saltrow stared down at the orders she had just been handed. She had to read them twice before she believed them. Not so silently cursing to herself, she stood up and asked to be connected to the lead ships of her fleet.

"This is Saltrow. Due to events back home, our fleet is withdrawing from Czardaian waters. Make all preparations to disembark. We will leave in 1 hour. Standard patrol and guard when we reach international waters. Saltrow out."

She sighed, and turned to her XO. "Lakirk, you have the conn. If you need me, I'll be in the gym." Lakirk gave her a quick salute as she strolled to the stairwell. She was looking forward to working the punching bag...


To: Czardaian Command

Due to recent events in our colony region, and the now hostile relationship we share with The Silver Sky, we regret that we can not be a part of this operation and work with Skyian personel. We will continue, however, to support your defensive effort, should this become necessary, with monetary and economic support.

With respect,
High Chancellor Avlos Selkirk, Minister of Defense

Emperor Lucius I was, by nature, a meticulous man. He kept a flawless schedule, rising and taking his breakfast at the same hour every day, while looking over the various international events that his subordinates had deemed appropriate to be brought to the supreme ruler of Banduria.

For some weeks now, while sipping a cup of his favourite tea or delicately eating a scone while sitting in his rotating silver throne, he had noticed a rather plain envelope in the pile of communications, and for all of those weeks he had ignored it. Whoever had filed it had apparently not deemed it particularly important.

But today, with the hint of impending conflict in the air and the fleet from Ankhmet returning inconclusively, he thought there might be something worth while in the little envelope. He picked it up, unfolded the sheaf of papers within, and started to read.

By the time he finished reading through the contents, he was mentally cursing himself for judging them by their container. Had he known about this conflict in The Warmaster earlier, the aggressor of Czardas would have been wiped off the map long ago. Especially now that Czardas had involved itself against the Imperium in Nueve Italia...

As Lucius finished reading, the door to his throne room swung open rather noisily, and the silver throne rotated to face the newcomer, sunlight flooding the room from behind it. Lucius stared at the kneeling figure of his chief General, Lord Antor Sampetra.

"Ah, my old friend and comrade," Lucius said, descending from his throne. He and Sampetra had fought together many long years ago in the 9th Legion. "What brings you here?"

"You saw the news concerning Czardas and The Warmaster, my Lord? I was just researching that."

"Yes, I have. Antor, I want you to do something about it."

"But we're already overstretched as it i—"

"Antor, we are not overstretched any more. The 6th Fleet has been deployed to Mahria, and there are of course our forces in Nueve Italia, but that is all."

"We can't risk a war with the international community, my Lord. Sarzonia, Praetonia, Questers, and many other nations already have us on their 'watch lists'..."

"Yes, but we will be working together with our own allies in this matter. Warmaster, Parthia, Freudotopia, Psov, and many other nations will be on our side here—quite enough to deal with Czardas and whatever support they can drum up from the international community—which is anyway not known for taking action in times like these. Besides..."

Lucius's voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. "Banduria is a large island... but much of it is ice, snow, and tundra. We are severely lacking in some resources where Czardas is plentiful—such as timber, oil, and other natural resources. The oil wells we discovered in the north are starting to run short, and there are fewer and fewer places left to drill. Why do you think we took colonies such as Dornuva?

"And, of course, it has billions of citizens—which we can easily use for cheap labor, or integrate into our own population, and conscript their children into the Imperial Legions... in all likelihood, doubling our military forces."

Antor Sampetra nodded. "But what will our reason be to go to war, my Lord?"

"Our allies have been attacked; violation of sovereignty. That's quite enough."

"I see."

"Get the rest of High Command in here," Lucius called into the comlink, and throughout the vast Imperial Palace the members of Banduria's elite command began hurrying towards the Throne Room.

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Within minutes the conference table had been set up, with maps and diagrams littering the area, screens displaying members of the High Command who were away from the Imperial Palace, and a number of chairs, containing the top Generals of the Imperial Army and Imperial Guard.

When everyone was settled in, Lucius opened the proceedings by informing them briefly of the situation.

"What do we have on Czardas?"

The Intelligence Chief, Lui Amovsky, sat at the other end of the long table from Lucius, his face shrouded by darkness. He spoke in a rasping, shuddering voice, looking over a sheaf of papers with keen eyes.

"Quite a bit. We've been gathering intelligence on them since that colonial incident a while back. We have most of their plane designs... anyway, let's see: We have individual fleets bigger than their navy, and their army—while overall larger than ours—in all likelihood is nowhere near as well-trained or well-equipped. Only their air force is somewhat worrying."

Marshal Ilkogar of the Air Force said, "It shouldn't be. Our naval airforce alone is 11,068 planes, with mobile ground-based air units containing another three thousand at least... probably more. And no plane they have is more advanced than our IF-24s."

Lucius nodded gravely and looked towards Amovsky. "Anything else?"

"There are apparently extensive coastal defence networks, although we haven't been able to get much on those. Just that whole groups of Parthian, Warmasterian, and Psovian submarines that ventured into Czardaian waters were destroyed, probably by torpedoes. In addition, there is apparently a Silver Skyian fleet within Czardaian waters. A Voltarum fleet has been seen departing Czardas... one less obstacle in our path, but we should keep in mind more concerning Woodstock Pact involvement."

"Very well. Are there any suggestions for launching the invasion of Czardas?"

Lord Antor Sampetra took the field here. "We don't know how far their missile defence network extends, but we can make a few guesses. There are no major cities or ports in the south; there instead are cliffs and a few small towns—this is all fairly basic knowledge." He pointed to the large map of Czardas set up in the room.

Sampetra continued, "I'd recommend sending out a battlefleet heavy on carriers with aircraft to the south of Czardas with whatever allied forces we can muster. After barraging the southern coast, we can land troops and march overland to take the important port city of Mariosz; once this is accomplished it will be a small matter to march to the capital city and achieve yet another victory for the Imperial Legions... the army that has never lost a battle."

Lucius smiled. "A very nice battleplan, although it has its flaws—but we will discuss those later. We will send out a force strong on air power.... Minister for Foreign Affairs, you will send a message to the Warmasterians immediately indicating our support for them. Lord Sampetra, get the forces deployed according to your discretion. Amovsky, get your teams to gather more intelligence on the Czardaian missile defense networks. There will be no failure."

The High Command filed out of the throne room, Lucius still watching them with his hawklike eyes from atop the throne...

Official Top Secret Imperial Communiqué (target=The Warmaster)
Heavily Encrypted

The Holy Immortal Armed Imperium of Banduria will aid you in this conflict. We have analyzed the situation and have determined that you are most wanting in air power, which we will supply among other things for the possible invasion of Czardas, and certainly the defense of your homeland.

Honor, Blood, and Death~
Lucius I
His Most Sacred Imperial Highness, Sovereign Ruler and Emperor of Banduria

[ooc: And it would be nice if you knew what I was sending you... :headbang:

Amphibious Task Force "Righteous Fury"

Capitol ship: Azaron-class Super Dreadnaught HIS Decius Aurelius
Surface combat ships:
5 Demon-class Battleships
20 Nightbane-class Cruisers
72 Chaos-class Destroyers
64 Severance-class Frigates
24 Darkgate-class Attack/Stealth Frigates (x8 helicopters each = 192 anti-sub helicopters)
6 Nessie-class Aircraft Carriers (x288 aircraft each = 1728 aircraft)
8 Seafoam-class Aircraft Carriers (x120 aircraft each = 960 aircraft)
64 Lernea-class SSNs
48 Dominis-class SSBNs
[Total: 200 surface ships; 112 submarines; 2,688 aircraft; 192 helicopters]

Ground forces to be listed later (they're accompanying in transports etc.)]

OOC: Damn. Wish you were here earlier. And Czardas, same deal as before; tell me if the layout is unacceptable.

IC: As the commandos were opened fire on, they didn’t bother looking around in bewilderment, or wondering where the fire was coming from. They reacted as trained professionals, and as their comrades fell dead around them, they promptly fled. Firing their weapons blindly at their attackers, they kept low, running in a zig-zagging pattern, occasionally flinging a grenade or two. After all, the Czardaians would surely have alerted the base to their position; drawing a bit more attention wouldn’t hurt. In fact, as all these thoughts ran through the leader’s head, the only remaining option was to do the insane.

Forsaking their evasive maneuvers, they ran back towards the building the team had entered through, using a few flash-bang grenades and the shriekers in their uniforms as cover. Moving quickly, they shot the guards, sprinted for the door into the base, and dove through the blast door, sealing it behind them. Dashing deep into the base, the team encountered guards that were increasingly prepared for them, and there were soon only six men left. Still, before the original team leader had died, he had radioed the directions of the staffperson he had killed to his backup team, and they knew they were close. The only question was, which way?

There were numerous blast doors along the hallway they were now in. For security no doubt, not one was labeled. The only answer: try them all.

Without anyone’s eyes, security cards, voice, or hands to use as clearance, the leader was forced to pull out an electronic lock-opener; using various-size plugs to interface with different types of locks, it rapidly figured out the appropriate voice pattern, fingerprint, retina pattern, or code, and sent a digital signal containing it to the lock, which opened.

It took what seemed like an unbearable amount of time before the doors opened, and by the middle of the hallway they had still not found anything like what they were looking for. More importantly, alarms had been blaring for quite a while now, and it was likely that any second–

Czardaian military types, too many to shoot, filled both ends of the corridors. The five men not unlocking the doors formed a human shield around their commander, and threw whatever grenades they could reach at the Czardaians.

Every second was beyond price now.

The Czardaians were blinded or killed by shrapnel, but the five men were also dead or dying, riddled with bullets. Praying to every god that this was the right door, the commander plugged in the decoder and waited.

It slid open to reveal what was obviously a control room, with a large glass window looking down onto a room that was roughly the size of the average cathedral, completely packed with missiles and torpedoes. Thanking the gods profusely while sealing the door behind him, and hurrying before the bullet lodged in his gut could kill him, he wrenched himself to his feet, pulled out the mini-computer that housed the programs written to defeat CAMERA, and looked for a place to hook it up. He cursed violently, and then saw it. A standard USB port.

Plugging the computer in, he smiled with fanatical joy as he downloaded the viruses and programs into the missile command system. They were now inseparable from the CAMERA computer systems; the only way to stop them would be to shut down the whole system, and who knew how long a full restructuring of this vast system would take. As he heard men pounding on the door and trying to open it, he felt himself slip into darkness. As his wound finished him, his last thought was, Hail to the Sacred Emperor...my task is done.

Meanwhile in Korronis...
A breathless tech who shouldn't have been there at all burst into the Hall of Confluence. Before Lucifer could shoot him, he made a gesture of mercy, lay prostrate, and yelled, "Divine One, I have an urgent message! Our team appears to have succeeded! We received an extremely faint radio message from the last surviving member of the team seconds before he died. We are currently trying to figure out how long it will be down and over how large an area."

Lucifer smiled, thanked the man, and shot him anyway.

OFFICIAL DIPLOMATIC COMMUNIQUE:

To our brothers in Banduria:

We have just succeeded in shutting down a portion of the Czardaian missile defense system. This may allow us to launch an offensive on Czardas coinciding with yours. We thank you profusely for offering such a mighty force in our aid, especially your air force, and we hope to fight gloriously alongside you. The time has come for the final destruction of Czardas. We are currently assembling a force to destroy our mutual enemies, and will be ready for action soon. All glory to the gods, and let the memories of the honorable dead endure eternally.

His Divine Majesty Sacred Emperor Lucifer of Domain Halcyon

As the alarms race furiously through the ANCC, a Czardaian admiral, arming himself with a pistol, makes his way through the corridors as patrols of guards hurry across stairways and down corridors.

"That commando team gathered some damned good intel," he grumbles. "They're heading straight for Control Room Three, the only one labeled on the map..."

After fifteen minutes he makes it into the hallway, where more than sixty guards have assembled, attempting to break open one of the heavy blast doors lining the corridor. The admiral blinks and nods—the exact door of Control Room 3—and types out the password on the numeric keypad/fingerprint ID scanner, followed by the retinal scan and voice recognition, and the door slides open to reveal the former commander slumped over at the computer. The man attempts to make a motion towards the Admiral, but then his hand falls back in death, the final silence and darkness.

The Admiral disregards the dying man, pushing his body from the chair at the main command monitor, but too late. A small box on the screen says, in small, final letters...

Downloading: 100% complete

~~~~~~~~~~~~

An hour later, Control Room Three is full of techs. The command monitors have been pulled up, and they are trying to reverse the damage caused by the viruses. The codes written in serve to effectively disable this portion of CAMERA, preventing the launching of missiles or torpedoes and disconnecting the servers from the launchers below. The tech attempting to explain this to Mariel Thier is met with a blank stare.

"Sorry, I simply don't know very much about this. Can you explain in layman's terms what this will mean?"

"Most of the north side of the Aurdania Spit will be undefended until we can get the system back up again," the tech explains, slightly exasperated.

"Oh. How long will it take to get it back up, then?"

"Four to five days at the minimum," he says, grimly.

"Four to five days. In that time a full-scale invasion could be launched, and by the time it was fixed it would be all over..." Thier shakes her head.

"Try to fix it faster. Wasn't there a Panacea system-cleansing code written a while back to prevent virus interference?"

"That's what we're using. It means the system will have to be shut down for three days, and probably longer."

"What about the other control rooms?"

"They're unaffected, but they can't operate this area of the system. The CAMERAs Mariosz, Port Khûfi, and Tyriandor are still online."

"So that's all we have to rely on..." Thier feels the world beginning to spin around her as she realizes what may soon come...

The Director of the Intelligence Division yawned, rubbed his eyes, and opened his door. He was surprised to find the Sacred Emperor himself standing outside the door, a mug of coffee in his hand.

"Good morning, Director. May I come in?"

Already composed, the Director gave his permission, of course, and offered the Divine Ruler of Man a seat in his apartment. This was very unusual.

"You see, Director," Lucifer began, "Of course the Czardaians are attempting to repair their missile defenses, and I will not have the sacrifice of our brave commandos wasted. I want you to identify the techs working to fix the system, and stop them in some way. Kill them, kidnap them...I don't really care, but that system has to stay down as long as possible. How long will it take them to repair?"

"Oh, I don't know. I'm not an expert myself. On the other hand, the virus is the best we can make. The techs tell me it will be a very long time indeed. The virus will adapt itself to the measures set against it. On the other hand, we certainly don't have months or even many weeks. In fact, I believe the techs have programmed in a few surprises. Even if the Czardaians do manage to get the system back up, they haven't won. We have a good amount of time."

"Excellent. Keep me informed."

OOC: I'm working the numbers for a fleet to send. It shouldn't be long.

Gyrobot looked at the situation Czardas is facing. Right now they are facing an invasion and their only means of defense is down. With the situation turning for the worst Gyrobot had to intervene directly for democracy's sake. Immediately Gyrobot ordered that one of Dorian corporation's most famous anti virus mircochip is sent to the nation to fix and protect their mainframe. Second he ordered 2 attack satellites to be positioned over the defending nation should the enemy attack. If they do then the satellites will fire an barrage of mini ICBMs at the invaders for those that dont burn up in the atmostsphere. With that Gyrobot readied for the attack.

~~~~~~~~~~~~
To: Gyrobot

We thank Gyrobot for its aid in this dire situation and are implementing the chip now to help defeat this virus.
~~~~~~~~~~~~

[ooc:] Would you mind explaining how it works?

The chip is a secret antivirus program. Basically it uses a decoy system using fake programs that are deemed necessary for the program to function to lure in viruses to transmits the harmful programs then is deleted using a comination of nanobots and state of the art anti virus technology. The viruses are deleted and the files are repaired using previous backup files. You also want specs on our satellites

OFFICIAL DIPLOMATIC COMMUNIQUE:

To our brothers in Banduria:

We have just succeeded in shutting down a portion of the Czardaian missile defense system. This may allow us to launch an offensive on Czardas coinciding with yours. We thank you profusely for offering such a mighty force in our aid, especially your air force, and we hope to fight gloriously alongside you. The time has come for the final destruction of Czardas. We are currently assembling a force to destroy our mutual enemies, and will be ready for action soon. All glory to the gods, and let the memories of the honorable dead endure eternally.

His Divine Majesty Sacred Emperor Lucifer of Domain Halcyon
Official Encrypted Imperial Communiqué to Sacred Emperor Lucifer

With the Czardaians mostly defenceless, the time to strike is now, before they can repair this missile defence system and prevent our just destruction of this unholy and corrupt Marxist state. We have not been inactive while you acheived this glorious triumph, either. According to intelligence we have found that the Czardaian coast is currently being defended by a force of approximately 700 Silver Skyian ships, with more being prepared if necessary. To counter this threat we are deploying an additional 540 ships, carrying the 2nd, 5th, 6th, 7th, 8th, and 10th Legions (a total of 720,000 soldiers and 9,000 tanks) along with over 1 million Fanatics in your defence. This force, along with our previous task force deployed, will link up with your forces wherever you choose. I have enclosed several possible plans for carrying out the invasion.

Honour, Blood, and Death~
Lucius I
His Most Sacred Imperial Highness, Sovereign Ruler and Emperor of Banduria

Lucius looked over the plans, all drawn up by Lord Sampetra. They were very clear and concise, and of excellent quality... as were all the plans that great leader had made. Lucius was quite pleased with his appointment. A ray of golden sunlight struck the silver throne above his head... he was facing the massive windows looking out over Banduria City...

With the Warmasterian involvement, there was now another plan opening up: strike at Aurdania, then bypass it and take Palma, leaving the land forces to march overland the short distance to Czarna. There was also the plan of heading south to barrage the southern coast, take Mariosz, and then march across to Czarna from the other side. Perhaps the best plan was a double-headed offensive—the Warmasterians attacking from the south, the Bandurians barraging the north—which would cause the fleet stationed at Aurdania to have to be divided between the two areas. Meanwhile, the Bandurian air forces—augmented by the second fleet, which would carry an additional 1,200 aircraft—would engage Czardaian air defences and SAMs, clearing the path for the Warmasterians to lead a two-pronged attack on Czarna...

Overall, both plans were quite good. The invasion would begin within only days, perhaps even less... Already the first Bandurian fleet was making its way south from Necoria, and the second fleet was preparing for launch...

" ...I am become Death, the shatterer of Worlds... "

[ooc: We should start a new thread for the invasion of Czardas, shouldn't we?]

OOC: Uhm...I'm not sure. I don't really mind one way or another. And Gyrobot...nanobots? I'm pretty sure that's not MT.

IC: After Lucifer had left, the Director of the Intelligence Division sent out an e-mail on the Imperium’s secure network instructing a few operatives to meet at the Intelligence Division’s headquarters. Getting dressed, he prepared his plan.

The men were already at the table by the time the Director reached the briefing room, having made a brief stop in the Records Department. Clearing his throat, he began to issue his commands.

“Gentlemen, as always all information mentioned here is classified. I have received word that the Czardaian missile defense system has been successfully shut down, and it is now under repair. The Sacred Emperor wishes the repair effort impeded, and one way to do so is to kill the computer specialists working on the system. I have had the specific people we believe are working on the project identified; they are prominent in the technological community, and they are the only logical choices for the Czardaian government to employ. Your instructions are as follows:

“Biotoxins that I have ordered from an Imperial lab will be placed in envelopes containing financial reports that will very likely reach their targets. While Czardaians may search the letter, they will find nothing out of order in its content. The biotoxins themselves will not trigger a reaction in whoever searches the letter, thus tipping off our enemy, until the techs have already been exposed. They are also nearly impossible to detect. For this mission, I am afraid you are simply little more than errand boys. My apologies. I have the names of the banks and other financial institutions that these techs use here; select one, construct a legitimate envelope with all the proper postage and everything in order, and send it into the mail system.”

OOC: Numbers for the fleet I am sending:

Flagship: INS Vengeance-class Super-dreadnaught Victorious

4 Imperator-class battleships
9 Prophet-class aircraft carriers (160 aircraft each)
Supercarriers Winds of War and Dominator (245 aircraft each)
45 Silencer-class missile submarines
45 Seawolf-class attack submarines
26 Kirov-class cruisers
26 Assassin-class missile cruisers
54 Darius-class destroyers
35 Knox-class frigates
25 Perry-class frigates

Total: 162 surface ships, 90 submarines, 1930 aircraft

"Status update?" Mariel Thier asks the nearest tech, still in part of the ANCC near the control room under repair.

"We're working on it... Gyrobot's supposed to be sending over some chips to help the systems get back up quicker, but they haven't quite arrived yet... Meanwhile, we've managed to isolate most of the variables, but the virus is still active, and it's apparently adapting to most of the code we're using to disarm the virus."

"How long will it take for the system to be at least partially up again?"

"Several days, and that's working through most meals, full-time," the technician says doubtfully.

"Something else... you are aware that the Warmasterians, having crashed the system, will try to impede it further if they can?"

"How?"

"They might send teams to kill the techs working on it... create more disturbances elsewhere... send bombs in the mail, and so on."

"We'll keep on the lookout."

"I'll fill the hallways with guards, and you shouldn't take any mail until the system's back up again—we'll get it all passed through security checkpoints and such... we'll test all food for poison... and so on."

"That sounds rather exhaustive."

"We should be prepared for anything. This is of cardinal importance."

"Right." The tech nods, pushing open the blast doors and heading back towards the heavily guarded control room to work on removing this threat before the Warmasterians and their allies can strike...

[North Point Naval Base, Andrews Crater, The Silver Sky]

Inside North Point Naval Base, the second largest naval base in The Silver Sky, was the entirety of the 3rd Naval Fleet, 279 Combat Ships and 140 Supply ships, along with a additional force of 200 Transports and 139 extra escorts for a total of 758 ships sat inside this huge crater, made millions of years ago by a large meteor, it was almost 50km in diameter, the rest of the base was underground. These forces formed the bulk of the massive transport operation in defence of Czardas. The fleet contained over 150,000 troops and 1272 Aerial Assests, it could defeat any comers.

[Command Bridge of the SSRS 'Aurora' - Flagship of the 3rd Naval Fleet]

Admiral Anderson sat in his command chair as the fleet departed from Czardas.

Near the orbit trajectory of Czardas

The First Satellite are entering the zone of the Czardian defense forces. It soon activated its coordinate scanner to predict the missile firing time, trajectory and and velocity increased by the atmosphere. They were to be met with the Radiance, Which also has several missile outfitted on its satellite and ready to fire the 2nd Barrage if needed.

Meanwhile back on earth....

An military grade Roc Transporter was carrying a truck with bulletproof, blastproof armor covering the truck. Inside it contained the Technicians and the anti virus needed to repair and restore the mainframe. Also Several Recanian Templars, a group of mercenaries with state of the art weaponry like their Dual Tonfar Assualt Rifles or the DTAR. 4 bomblet mortar infantrymen in case Warmaster spies decided to send veihcles to attack. They will arrive with the programs need in only a few hours.

Persepolis Palace

The Shah took another spoonful of caviar, lifting it into his mouth and crushing the juicy, salty eggs. He smiled at the taste as he drank a small sip of wine. Suddenly, a messenger arrived, carrying an envelope for the Shah only. Reading the message, the Shah realized now was the time to strike. "The Czardas missile grid is down, I think it is time to exploit this hole. Move the fleets from Kilani to Czardas, as well as the other prepared fleet in Bandar-e Abbas. That will give us nearly 1000 vessels at our disposal." The Shah took another spoonful of caviar before continuing. "We must act fast, blitzkrieg is the name of the game, and if the grid does go up again, we will have to use another means."

Within minutes, the orders were given out, three seprate fleets were now moving towards Czardas.

Meanwhile in space shuttle, several members of the crew intercepted a telegram. The Parthians were also trying to invade the nation of Czardas, and they are trying to blitz the nation. The general then sent an command to the team: "Extract several loads of ICBMs for the Satellite's choice of ammunition, the time for small peashooters is over, time to bring in the big guns." Immediately they headed for the Radiance and the Luce. Quickly, the loaders got to work, switching ammunition before the satellites targeting computers caught wind of the invading fleet. Both Satellites dont have the capacity to destroy the entire invading force, but definately slow them to a point where they are found most vulnerable

Meanwhile back on earth.

The Transporter finally made it to the nations, and just in time, the troops guarded closely and the technicians went installed the anti virus disk which will almost immediately make short work of the virus and the infected files. The Estimated time of recovery will be less then a day if there are no attackers

Meanwhile in space shuttle, several members of the crew intercepted a telegram. The Parthians were also trying to invade the nation of Czardas, and they are trying to blitz the nation. The general then sent an command to the team: "Extract several loads of ICBMs for the Satellite's choice of ammunition, the time for small peashooters is over, time to bring in the big guns." Immediately they headed for the Radiance and the Luce. Quickly, the loaders got to work, switching ammunition before the satellites targeting computers caught wind of the invading fleet. Both Satellites dont have the capacity to destroy the entire invading force, but definately slow them to a point where they are found most vulnerable

Meanwhile back on earth.

The Transporter finally made it to the nations, and just in time, the troops guarded closely and the technicians went installed the anti virus disk which will almost immediately make short work of the virus and the infected files. The Estimated time of recovery will be less then a day if there are no
attackers

OOC:
Gyrobot, I've made my position on RPing with FT nations completley clear, I do not RP with them nor recognize them. I don't think any nation here recognizes FT militaries in MT RPs. Please cease and desist.

OOC: But Czardas allowed me to assist him in the conflict. So if it is a bone you want to pick with me, then you tele Czardas. And if he allows me to remain in the conflict, then you can either choose to leave or accept my presence. Of course I can always make the armed forces a privately owned corporations and the Satellites are MT, they are just outfitted with WMDs.

OOC: I think we said that ther would be no WMDs, no if you want to shoot rods of god or conventional ICBMs that is fine, but no WMDs.

EDIT: Also, Czardas said it was ok, and The Warmaster has made no comments, Gyrobot has been in the thread longer, so if you won't RP with him, then you can just stop, either you leave, or stop complaining and suck up your pride.

Interesting, seeing as you guys are outnumbered, I might just help out to level the playing field. TSS and I've been discussing this so i pretty much know what's happened so far. But no definitive answer yet, but i'll say tomorrow :)

TSS: get on MSN.

OOC: But Czardas allowed me to assist him in the conflict. So if it is a bone you want to pick with me, then you tele Czardas. And if he allows me to remain in the conflict, then you can either choose to leave or accept my presence. Of course I can always make the armed forces a privately owned corporations and the Satellites are MT, they are just outfitted with WMDs.

OOC: Sorry about that, I didn't know, I thought you were using FT stuff, but thats fine. My apologies. And TSS, in case your not familiar with Gyrobot, there has been multiple occasions which he attempted to RP using FT weapons on MT forces, I just thought he was doing it again.

OOC: All right. I was busy the last day or so. Now, Gyrobot, this isn't the first time you've pushed the limit, and I'm warning you that I (and probably Parthia) will be watching your RP content. Whether you have Czardas's permission or not, it is up to me whether you stay, so don't overstep your bounds. NO WMDs. That was stated in the rules of the conflict. Make no mistake, this isn't a threat, but it is a warning.

About the chip.

I am NOT a computer expert. I have only a limited layman's knowledge of them. But it seems to me that the nanobot part is FT (see above), and that it is unlikely that any anti-virus chip, especially one made by a nation that has no prior experience with this virus, could clear out one of the most advanced viruses money can buy "almost immediately". Correct me if I'm wrong.

OOC: All right. I was busy the last day or so. Now, Gyrobot, this isn't the first time you've pushed the limit, and I'm warning you that I (and probably Parthia) will be watching your RP content. Whether you have Czardas's permission or not, it is up to me whether you stay, so don't overstep your bounds. NO WMDs. That was stated in the rules of the conflict. Make no mistake, this isn't a threat, but it is a warning.

About the chip.

I am NOT a computer expert. I have only a limited layman's knowledge of them. But it seems to me that the nanobot part is FT (see above), and that it is unlikely that any anti-virus chip, especially one made by a nation that has no prior experience with this virus, could clear out one of the most advanced viruses money can buy "almost immediately". Correct me if I'm wrong.

OOC: This is true, there is no possibility that nanobots will progress beyond theory for the next 50 years, however, the application of using them as computer virus removers is a bit rediculous since viruses are really just code within a computer, not physical things which can be broken down with physical procedures. Now, there are other methods, such as removing contaminated files and applications using internal computer means, or simply replacing the system components the virus affects (like hard drives), but neither will be instantaneous.

OOC:OK, guys, it seems we've got an interesting new development...TSS is now a CAD member, albeit unofficial, but he's in, none the less. As such, I want you guys to settle this thing peacefully. I don't really care how you settle this, but I won't tolerate warfare between members.

[ooc:] That makes the situation a bit ... strange ... because I'm a sworn enemy of the CAD, yet TSS has always been my strongest ally... However, apparently he doesn't seem to be turning on me yet and crushing my nation from within after having received all of our secret plans firsthand... I think.

Also, whoever heard of diplomacy and our Sacred Empire working together? :rolleyes: :p Banduria and Parthia are just as bad, but then again having ~2000 ships surrounding your enemy's nation does give you a bit of a bargaining chip...

Oh, and people, we have an OOC thread for bickering about nanobots and more. Use it.

OOC: After reviewing my actions I've decided to not join CAD, doing so would destroy several of my best alliances. So, the RP is still on, please continue to blow stuff up.

OOC: After reviewing my actions I've decided to not join CAD, doing so would destroy several of my best alliances. So, the RP is still on, please continue to blow stuff up.

And that means I'm joining the RP. Czardas would you mind if I helped you out?

OOC: Last OOC post, but my forces are here: http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=10155061&postcount=62

And that means I'm joining the RP. Czardas would you mind if I helped you out?
Not in the least. More people are always fun. ;)

Not in the least. More people are always fun. ;)

Alright then. :) Expect my fleet to be at your place in less then 3 NS days (too lazy to put up a leaving dock RP post). This is going to be fun. Also check your TGs in a couple of minutes. :)

OFFICIAL DIPLOMATIC COMMUNIQUE

To all allies in the crusade against Czardas:

The window of opportunity for our strike is closing fast. Our fleet is heading to sea, and I am aware that your fleets of Banduria and the Parthians are also making for the unclean land. My force currently plans to attack from the north; support from the Bandurians here would be greatly appreciated, as my fleet is the smallest of ours. Still, we will prove our worthiness with blood and honor, and I am sending reinforcements, as word has reached me that the Silver Sky is assisting Czardas. To the Parthians, it may be best if your fleets operate in the south; a two-front war on Czardaian soil is perhaps our best option. I defer, however, to your judgment. I have received intelligence that two of Gyrobot's satellites have taken up positions to defend Czardas. I am confident they can be dealt with. I will accept your advice if ever you give it, and as always I am ready to send more reinforcements if necessary.

Sacred Emperor Lucifer of Domain Halcyon

OOC: Reinforcements:

2 Vengeance-class Super-dreadnaughts
8 Imperator-class battleships
16 Prophet-class aircraft carriers (160 aircraft each)
72 Seawolf-class attack submarines
64 Silencer-class missile submarines
54 Kirov-class cruisers
96 Assassin-class missile cruisers
64 Darius-class destroyers
64 Secutor-class destroyers
100 Knox-class frigates
100 Perry-class frigates
Total: 504 surface ships, 136 submarines, 2560 aircraft

Ground Forces: (original fleet; OOC: Forgot to mention this, sorry...)

4 Chapters of Korne War-Priests
3rd-5th Immortals Legions
7th Legion
10th Legion
16th Legion
14th Legion
Total: 480,000 Legionaries, 6,000 Immortals, 2,400 War-Priests and 2,400 tanks

Ground Forces: (reinforcements)

3 Chapters of Korne War-Priests
2 Chapters of Calchexan Wari-Priests
16th, 19th, 22nd-25th Immortals Legions
8th Legion
11th Legion
34th Legion
35th Legion
36th Legion
46th Legion
4th Armored Division
6th Armored Division
Total: 720,000 Legionaries, 12,000 Immortals, 3,000 War-Priests and 6,000 tanks

Air Units: (accompanying reinforcements, separate from carrier-based aircraft)

4th Air Wing:

540 A-10 Thunderbolts
256 MiG-29 Fulcrum Modifieds
16 B-1 Lancers
120 AH-64D Longbow Apaches
156 AH-166 Twilight gunships
Total: 276 helicopters, 16 stealth bombers, 796 fighters

Amphibious Task Force, heading south from Bandurian ports, over 1500 km from Czardas

Grand Admiral Nausicus reclined on the bridge of the Decius Aurelius, sipping a glass of fine Bandurian vodka as he looked around the deck of the vast ship, then back at his personal monitor. He was taking a brief break from staying in the main control room. Besides, one needed some fresh air once in a while. Banduria's frozen climate was not exactly suitable for everyone, after all...

Nausicus relaxed as the headset over his ears relayed in messages from outlying links and recon patrols. Silver Skyians and Czardaians mobilizing... some kind of diplomatic conference going on... not as though it mattered, Banduria had enough firepower on its own to deal with a backlash from the international community, let alone with the aid of its allies.

Nausicus was happy. The troublesome Czardaian defence grid had been knocked out, and the Bandurian forces could easily attack from the north, linking up with the Warmasterians on the way across to hit the spit and port. The Bandurians would arrive approximately a day and a half ahead of the Silver Skyian reinforcements -- enough time, in all likelihood, to mount a full-scale assault on the Czardaian coast and take enough ground to hold the reinforcements back when they did arrive. Or if. The Bandurian and Warmasterian reinforcements would arrive behind the Silver Skyians, trapping them between two lines of fire...

Nausicus's task force had linked up with a small convoy of escorts and aircraft carriers outside Bandurian waters. Despite their small numbers, they would prove invaluable in the coming battle. Rumour had it that Lord Sampetra himself would be sending out a vast submarine force to aid the surface fleet -- Banduria's submarine fleet was almost as large as its surface -- but that was just a rumour, carried across idly through negligent radar operators and petty officers.

Nausicus was roused from his thoughts as the Field General, a General Mantari, approached him. Mantari was in command of the land forces, a total of six Legions, plus a full complement of over a million Fanatics and eight teams of Black Shadowers. Although this was only in theory. The Black Shadowers always operated alone. Nausicus was not particularly fond of the rather overly self-confident general, but he grudgingly admitted that the other had done some good work during the invasion of Ankhmet.

"What is it now, General?"

"We've got a transmission incoming from Central Command, re Warmaster."

Nausicus opened the folded sheet of paper and read it through. "Well? We already knew this, or most of it. Looks like Parthia's joining in full-scale now. Otherwise, not much new under the sun."

"Right," Mantari said. "We always know everything..." He smiled a bit viciously.

Nausicus grinned. "You and your sarcasm! All right, but it seems this Sacred Emperor doesn't think we'd have the brains or guts to do our own research."

Mantari stared at the other man for a long moment. "Maybe we don't. Admiral." He turned on his heel, and was gone.

Nausicus stared after him for a while, then shook his head and headed back to his office.

[ooc: Additional forces deployed. Along with first task force:
Capitol ship: Azaron-class Super Dreadnaught HIS Decius Aurelius
Surface combat ships:
5 Demon-class Battleships
20 Nightbane-class Cruisers
72 Chaos-class Destroyers
64 Severance-class Frigates
24 Darkgate-class Attack/Stealth Frigates (x8 helicopters each = 192 anti-sub helicopters)
6 Nessie-class Aircraft Carriers (x288 aircraft each = 1728 aircraft)
8 Seafoam-class Aircraft Carriers (x120 aircraft each = 960 aircraft)
64 Lernea-class SSNs
48 Dominis-class SSBNs
[Total: 200 surface ships; 112 submarines; 2,688 aircraft; 192 helicopters]

4 Monarch-class Super Dreadnaughts (x72 aircraft each = 288 aircraft)
12 Demon-class Battleships
6 Generalissimo J.L.-class Battleships (x12 aircraft each = 72 aircraft)
50 Nightbane-class Cruisers
180 Chaos-class Destroyers
100 Severance-class Frigates
100 Darkgate-class Attack/Stealth Frigates (x8 helicopter complement = 800 helicopters)
5 Nessie-class Aircraft Carriers (x288 aircraft each = 1440 aircraft)
5 Seafoam-class Aircraft Carriers (x120 aircraft each = 600 aircraft)
240 Lernea-class SSGNs
216 Dominis-class SSBNs
[Total: 462 additional surface ships; 456 additional submarines; 2400 additional aircraft; 800 additional helicopters]

That enough to keep you people busy? :p]

1st Day at Sea:

Admiral Sidhu scanned the report. It was bleak and all he could do was crumple the paper in his hand. It seemed it would be 3 vs 3 now with Space Union entering into the scene. Quietly the Admiral sat down on his chair and sipped some of his fine wine that he kept for himself and top officers. It filled him with rich, exotic tastes that he everso enjoyed on a stressful day like this. He sipped it as a under Officer came into the room, it was Captain Shawn.

"Sir, did you receive the report from our intel?"

"Yes, I did. It seems we are in a better position than we thought. Its 3 vs 3 now."

"Yes, sir. I read it over and it seems that Czardas has The Warmaster, The Parthians, and Banduria after it."

"Unfortunently, but we have Czardas and our loyal allies in The Silver Sky to help us. With our aid we now have a chance to repulse them."

"Yes, our recon report says that our forces alone outmatch The Warmaster and Banduria's combined naval power. The only power there that might challenge us is The Parthians."

"I fully know that. That is why I'm thinking that if they do open up two seperate fronts, like the guys in intel say, we would go after The Parthians as they are most likely to be seperate."

"Yes, that's very true."

Sidhu sipped another gulp of his wine down his throat. It was tasting fantastic today, even more so than the other days.

"Sir, we have more news. From our current calculations, we should be arriving in less than 36 hours to the nation of Czardas."

"Good, we will effectively beat any of the enemies to the battlefield."

"Yes, sir!"

The Captain turned but was suddenly stopped by Sidhu,

"One more thing, have the fleet be on ready for anything. Understand. Another thing, have us connect with Czardas datalink now. I need to talk to their commanders."

"Yes, Sir!"

Shawn saluted as he left the quarters of the Admiral and made his way down the room. It was time to unleash and test out Space Union's weapons in a full-fledged war.

OOC: I'll post my forces in a little. I'll post it in the OOC thread, once I find it. :p

OOC: Actually Space Union you also go us on the side, although we are only at bombardment phase at the moment. Although we will enter combat phase soon enough.

The Satellites soon picked up another group of hostiles, it was the Bandurians. They decided that the satellites will be positioned in two directions where there enemy will approach and deliver intel and artillery support to the Czardian alliance. Soon Gyrobot will directly intervene in the war once it begins to enter an invasion but right now attacking is out of the question

OOC: Actually Space Union you also go us on the side, although we are only at bombardment phase at the moment. Although we will enter combat phase soon enough.

The Satellites soon picked up another group of hostiles, it was the Bandurians. They decided that the satellites will be positioned in two directions where there enemy will approach and deliver intel and artillery support to the Czardian alliance. Soon Gyrobot will directly intervene in the war once it begins to enter an invasion but right now attacking is out of the question

OOC: What? I didn't understand what your first sentence was about.:confused:

OOC: Hey Banduria, unless you have some kind of super fast ships, mine will arrive before yours, they left before yours, the distances is only <2000km, and they're traveling at flank speed (26knts = 48.6km/h = 1928km covered in 2 NS days), they should be their about <500km away right now.

Fucking Jolt, keeps loosing my post, I had a good one too, damn jolt, I'll post something later this evening or late afternoon.

OOC: What? I didn't understand what your first sentence was about.:confused:

OOC: I am also on Czardas side just to let you know. Sorry about the typo

OOC: I am also on Czardas side just to let you know. Sorry about the typo

Ah, okay. :)

Oh, yeah here's my forces that I will devote to the area:

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=10157749#post10157749

"We're picking up more contacts incoming!"

Nausicus turned impatiently. "What are they?"

"They appear to be Space Union ships, inbound towards Czardas."

"How many?"

The radio officer told Nausicus. The Grand Admiral sighed. "That's a bit of a bother. It looks like we might need a few reinforcements. Call Sampetra back at home and ask him to send out whatever he can."

"Right away, Admiral." The officer began opening a secure link to Lord Antor Sampetra in Bandurian Central Command.

*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

The Lord of Banduria's army was roused from his work by the incoming message. His comlink beeped and he wearily pulled down the screen, displaying the Admiral's face.

Sampetra sighed. "What is it now, Admiral?"

The Grand Admiral Nausicus said, "UCAVs have just detected a Space Union fleet easily outnumbering us and our allies put together, heading for Czardas?"

In what seemed like relief, Sampetra said, "Oh, is that all? Next time you should know only to bother me for something really important."

"My apologies, Lord. I just thought you should know."

"Well, thank you. It helps, to some extent."

Lord Antor Sampetra killed the comm and altered the frequency. On the display showed a coastline and a sea the colour of storms, and in the foreground the semi-hidden face of one of Sampetra's Black Shadower agents. The great man himself had but one order.

"Redirect all fleets already deployed to the Czardaian task force."

Lord Sampetra signed off with a grim smile. The full power of the Imperial Navy had yet to be unleashed...

OOC: Hmm... depending on how many forces you send, I might just send another fleet to the area. :p

[ooc: Heheh. I have my own ace up my sleeve. Read my factbook (see link in sig).]

[ooc: Heheh. I have my own ace up my sleeve. Read my factbook (see link in sig).]

OOC: Well, using your factbook, if you try to match my forces, you'll use up your entire navy. That's not a good idea, I assure you. ;)

OOC: Well, using your factbook, if you try to match my forces, you'll use up your entire navy. That's not a good idea, I assure you. ;)
[ooc: You obviously looked only at my military stuff. Also, I can send out my whole navy and still keep my nation well defended (ever hear of the Coast Guard? :p) ....

Actually, we'll just get you to send out another fleet or two, and then attack you at home... ^_^

[ooc: You obviously looked only at my military stuff. Also, I can send out my whole navy and still keep my nation well defended (ever hear of the Coast Guard? :p) ....

Actually, we'll just get you to send out another fleet or two, and then attack you at home... ^_^


OOC: A coast guard isn't going to be much of a threat compared to a full-fledged invading navy. Also even if I deploy another fleet or two, I would still be well protected. :)

OOC: A coast guard isn't going to be much of a threat compared to a full-fledged invading navy. Also even if I deploy another fleet or two, I would still be well protected. :)
[ooc: You've never seen my coast guard. :p]

[ooc: You've never seen my coast guard. :p]

OOC: Lets just say that I'm not scared of a coast guard. :p Also could you reply in the OOC thread. I have a question for you.

[ooc:] People, can't you use the OOC thread for this kind of thing? *sigh*

I should try following my own advice sometimes. I just lost a post detailing the Czardaian response to the Space Union-ish fleet approaching to Jolt. Oh well... SU, just pretend you have a transmission incoming from the Aurdania Naval Command Centre as some kind of greeting. ;)

To the Leaders of the Anti-Democratic Alliance.

Dear sirs,

Enclosed is a cheque for six billion U.N. dollars for your war effort. Death to democracy sounds like a fine idea to me. Though I'm not publically declaring war on the democrats (I am so busy these days, for example I've got to publically execute my nurse today, he forgot to bring me my pills, and for some reason I missiled a small village and I can't remeber why), I support you all the way. Also, In the Davian Navy their is an aging Super-Dreadnaught, the Caligua-Essex and though not very modern, still packs a very powerful punch. I assure you that it is in fine condition, and I offer it to you for $15. I hope you accept this offer.

Yours

Mad Dave

[ooc:] People, can't you use the OOC thread for this kind of thing? *sigh*

I should try following my own advice sometimes. I just lost a post detailing the Czardaian response to the Space Union-ish fleet approaching to Jolt. Oh well... SU, just pretend you have a transmission incoming from the Aurdania Naval Command Centre as some kind of greeting. ;)

OOC: Yeah but were too lazy. :p

Just for the note, its called Space Unionist when you want possessive. Citizens of Space Union are called Space Unionist or just Unionist (though that can confuse with Unions but oh well).

OCC: Could someone please give me a quick overview of what has happened so far. It's an interesting forum but it's pretty big. Thanks.

OCC: Could someone please give me a quick overview of what has happened so far. It's an interesting forum but it's pretty big. Thanks.

OOC: nothing really other than were getting ready for a huge naval battle.

So does anyone want my Dreadnaught or.... I hate onimatapia... not. I promise you there is nothing wrong with it. It is in fine condition. I'll even lower the price to $10.


Dave

So does anyone want my Dreadnaught or.... I hate onimatapia... not. I promise you there is nothing wrong with it. It is in fine condition. I'll even lower the price to $10.


Dave

I highly doubt you could sell an SDN for $10. You wouldn't make any profit and the net loss would be very felt finiancially for your entire empire.

OOC:
I just bought it