NationStates Jolt Archive

2000 years ago
The people of Panrabia rioted, demanding that the Egyptian occupyers leave. The Egyptians ignored them and sent soldiers to deal with the problem, but they were quickly annihilated. The Panrabian people began to level buildings and businesses that were Egyptian-operated. The most the Egyptians sent, the more militiant the people became Eventually, the Panrabians installed a new Kingdom: Pananab. They formed a small but highly trained army and took teh surrounding lands and eventually brought the fight to the Egyptians. They suffered a great loss there, but the Egyptians now feared the Pananab empire and respected them. Within two hundred years, the Egyptians and the Pananabians became allies and they grew and thrived.

After the Egyptian Empire ceased to be as grand, the Pananabians took the Egyptian lands and accepted teh people. Pananab kept growing, but their influence in other Empires soon wavered. The Pananabian Empire decayed, especially when the Great River sank into the Earth. Pananab became a desolate wasteland, hardly a shadow of what it once was.

Today
The people of Panrabia were in riot once more. The Pudite embassy in Panrabia was bombed by Stowe's operatives and the men responsible called his fellow Pananabians to pick up arms. The rioters leveled Pudite and Arakarian businesses and military outposts and slaughtered their soldiers. Panrabia was now in Pananabian control.

Meanwhile, north of the Border, artillery began to pound at Pudite outposts. Every so often, an unidentified jet would fly high over the border, higher than any AA could reach, followed by another barrage of Artillery. The exact location of the Artillery was hard to pin because it would move with every volley.

Pudite-held Pananab Coast, 3:00 am
It was a quiet afternood. Nobody really suspected a thing to happen this morning. Most of the crew members on the Pudite ships were asleep and there weren't many gaurds.

Three men with Scuba gear on swam underneath a large Pudite battleship and taped about fifty pounds total of C4 explosives to the bottom of the hull, swimming back and forth to their boat to retrieve more each time. They got back on the small boat and drove away and pressed the button.

OOC: Pananab, check your telegrams

OOC: Replied, waiting for Pudu.

God, I want to make that joke so badly...

Bump

OOC: Actualy, there would have been as many guards on duty at night as during the rest of the day. My men are arranged on three shifts of eight hours. Any caught sleeping would be killed, and replaced.

Also, any of my AAs could hit anything you are flying unless you are moving through Atmospere. The missiles have great range, used originaly to defend from AIRCRAFT, ICBMs, and cruise missiles. Anyway....

IC: With the chaos of the morning, the administration of the Pananab territory of the Empire were in shock. They were absolutly stunned at the terrorists ability to oranize. When the Emperor was notified he, without hesitating at all he ordered the death of all residents indiginous peoples in the territory. Within hours of the attacks a fleet was being readied for sail, carriying 250,000 soldiers and all supporting helicopters, aircraft, and armour. As these men were leaving two more army groups were being readied. Combined with the 200,000 men already reciving the order at the large beach fortification first established.

A radioman working the morning shift in the communications tent suddenly heard the loud computerized beep alerting him to the incoming message. The small screen in front of him lit up, with the name 'Imperial Communications Room' scrawling across the green moniter. After a few seconds a mans voice was heard over the earphones, and the radioman began to write.

"Sir, reciving orders, looks like it's from the capital!"

The radioman had already begun recording the message, which as of now read;

"This morning the Pananabian animals inhabiting your territory attacked a number of Pudite instilations across the region. Panrabia has fallen to the rebels, and dozens of other bases are either in ruins, or under seige as we speak. This will not stand! The Emperor has decreed that any natives located will be shot on sight. Conversing with the heretics is now considered treason, the soldiers in question will be put in solitary imprisonment for seven months with all rank stripped, anyone fround helping or protecting such criminals are to be shot in the chest until dead. Now send this...."

After the rest of the message was copied down the radioman handed the message off to his commaning officers, who took the message to the camp Noble. Before half an hour most of the camp was up and moving. Fully 180,000 men had been grouped up into four large corps and sent off in four different directions. Now anyone, Pananabian locals, for their assualts, and Pudite warriors, for allowing the attacks, would be shot on sight. There was no mercy and there was no slack. The men knew their duty and knew that now if any of the infidels were left alive this could happen again.

Any bases still intact and capable of reciving orders were ordered to round up and imprison all locals and keep the town under heavy guard. All base aircraft were scrambled, with the bombers ordered to pummel the rebels in Panrabia, while the rest of the planes were to patrol the outlaying desert and their home town. Again, any locals found not in confinement were killed. The entire territory was under lockdown.

The men who had been recently ordered to locate Stowe were now, like all other surviving Pudite men, ordered to resotre order. The men now began the march south, back over the border, moving to re-take Panrabia.

The last remaining un-addressed problem was the roaming artillery punding the border outposts. All the nearest surviving bases's Special Forces units were being sent up, supported by MiG-27 Flogger ground-attack airctaft. They had search-and-destroy missions with the objective of destroying or captuing the artillery to the north. After the Spec Ops men landed they would begin a guerilla campaign against each of their assigned enemy artillery units. Supported by the MiG-17s they were assumed to make short work of the guns, but just in case there were about fifteen-hundred men ready to move out from the town-bases in support of any units on over their head. The other thirty-five hundred men in the bases were to remain there, supervising the locals and enforcing the movement restriction.

OOC: I consider this a peice of my empoire now, so I will fight to defend it. Sorry fer not doing anything for awhile, it's just that there was nothing happening.

Also, where on RL map would your nation be? You mentioned ejypt, and this got me cusious. My Empire covers the entire Arabian penninsula, including Saudi Arabia, Oman, Quatar, UAE, Kuweit, and Yemen.

Timotia Woods, Siap
A single man walked warily through the woods, rifle at the ready. He stepped around the position of a claymore mine he knew to be hidden in a small bush in front of him. He passed a series of traps, from bouncing betty's to pungee pits. He eventually came to a large, knarled oak tree. He saw no one around him, but he could feel a presence around him. "Toad Stroganoff." He bellowed, and three men brandishing rifles and knives stood up around him. They watched him as he penetrated further into the forest, until he reached a clearing that had so many camo-nets over top that it would appear to be a continuation of forest with the occasional open spot where a tree may have fallen. The tents provided shelter to a group of 40 men, each with a gaze that could seemingly penetrate the blackness of night easily. They all had a scared and hungry look, but did not appear weak at all. Quite the contrary, they looked almost ready to seperate the visitor's limbs from his torso with their bare hands. The visitor had been originally been too terrified to even approach the camp, but he had grown used to this. "I come for Connor." He said. The path to the center tent opened up almost by itself. Inside sat a man with a scar across his face. He had the appearence of a man who had experienced every walk of life; joy, sorrow, victory, loss, guilt, and enlightenment tenfoldmore than anyone else of this world. "Speak." He exhaled. "Jack says the IRS is breathing down his neck and won't be able to help you for a while."
Connor, without looking up, emmited an aura of having been stabbed in the stomach. "Can he do one last favor for me?"
"Yes."
"Tell him to send a message to the leaders of the Free Land of Pananab. I think that I will be able to leave Siap, finally."
"Jack says that he has one month before the new tax laws go into effect. That means in 31 days, you and your motley crew can go anywhere."
Michael Connor wrote in code on a sheet of paper and handed it to the courier. The courier departed, back to his car and drove quickly back to the capitol city of Esmund.

Skyetech Industries Corporate Headquarters, Esmund, Siap 4 hours later

"Jack."
"Roscoe."
"Mike."
"Desk."
"Beer?"
"Six."

Such was the secret language between the two men. The letter was set on Jack Dobenicz's desk. He knew Roscoe almost as long as he had known Mike. They all went to Esmund U, but Michael Connor was not born of money, like the other two. He was there due to the then deep pockets of the Siapian Army. His genius at understanding human behavior and extreme competency at languages landed him into the notorious Siapian Intelligence Network (SIN). He worked his way from a grunt to field commander of the legendar Siapian Intelligence Network Operational Detatchment (SINOD) Epsilon. The last mission he would ever perform was in the former nation of Necoroth. The mission shattered his worldview irreprably when, in order to help support the Siapian-backed dictator, he was required to massacre a civilian demonstration. Instead, he withdrew his men and publicly announced that the Necoroth war was started by the Siapian mafia, which had its fingers in the arms-manufacturing industry and a large hand in SIN. Afterwards, the head of the Siapian Mafia (Papagori Illiani Romanokovski) lost a large fortune and was forced to stand trial for the alleged crimes. The entire family except for one son was able to stymie imprisonment, but after a period of time, the public grew restless and riots broke out in Esmund. Amidst the confusion, Papagori's son was able to escape, and the family fled Siap, put a large bounty on Connor's head, and relocated to the isle of Ceyolia, where they backed a coup and now are the de facto rulers of the island. They would later frame Connor for the murder of a Councilor in the Siapian Parliament to cover up a slave trade. He, nor is former unit, have been seen since. Except by Jack and a few intermediaries. Few knew it was Skyetech Industries keeping Connor and his unit alive and well all these years.

Jack looked at the code and sighed. He typed the text on his computer and set it off. Godspeed, Mike. he thought.

To: The Free Land of Pananab:
I am a mercenary currently residing in The Republic of Siap. It is my understanding that you are currently fighting the Pudite empire. We can aid, but I require a favor. There is an island called Ceyolia. In it, resides a former Siapian gangster named Papagori Illiani Romanokovski and his childred, It is my desire to wipe them from this Earth. If you promise to help me deal with them in the future, I can aid you in your battle.
-Michael Connor

((The Old Pananab empire spread from Sudan to Kenya, Congo, and parts of North Africa and as far south as South Africa and Madagascar. They were also the first empire to make contact with the Chinese, but this contact was kept secrect for various reasons.))
To: Michael Connor
From: Unidentified Pananabian officer

General Stowes is out of the country, as is his Second. You have the green-light to engage the Pudite forces along with our army. We will discuss the assault later, we have much to do.

With the genocide that was being instated onto the Pananabian people, they rebelled even harder, forming huge mobs that quickly started to overrun the Pudite military in most of their engagements. They could stand occupation, but never genocide. The people of Pananab became doubly militiant, but it still wasn't enough; the Pananabians needed more. The Connor mercenary would definitely help, but they still needed more...

Hakunin Jahiziz and Pananab Petroleum Co. had long since fled when his contacts told him of the upcoming assault. Stowe had informed him of a major ally coming into the mix and that Hakunin would find an ally there to protect him and his assets.

A large Green Sun fleet consisting of twenty-five large ships (Cruisers, Aircraft carriers, Battleships, destroyers, etc.) approached the Pananabian waters, but didn't quite enter them yet. The Admiral of the fleet, Admiral Haze, sent the Pudite Command a message first:

"Under the direct orders of the Council of Theocrats, Parliment, and the Emperor of Green Sun himself, Emperor Pudu and his forces are ordered to leave the Free Land of Pananab. You will pay full compensation to the families of those you have killed in your genocide of the native peoples and you will leave Pananab alone. Failure to disarm your forces in Pananab will result in this fleet unloading its ordanance onto your navy and a Green Sun invasion force. You have twenty-four hours to reply."
OOC: I'm that ally he was talking about, Pudu.

Official Statement From Red Tide Goverment
"We condemn these terrorist attacks against the Pudite Empire but will not commit troops to the defense of the Pudite held territories. We will be airlifting a single Corps into Red Tidean Pananabia in order to prevent a any rebellions from occuring in that area. Any attacks on Red Tidean or Tech-Com Forces WILL be met with deadly force."
End Statement

OOC:A single Corps consists of the following
3 Infantry Divisions reinforced with extra brigades(25,000 men each(Division=20,000 men, Brigade=5,000 men).
1 Mechanised-Infantry Division(20,000 men)
1 Armored Division(20,000 men).

The forces already in there:

2 Infantry Divisions(one gaurds an airbase, the other is there for desert wargames)
3 squadrons of SU-47s(6 planes per sqaudron)
1 squadron of H/K-1s
6 Battalions of Tech-Com Corporation Mercernaries(providing security for the oil fields and a logging complex)(500 men per battalion.)
Several Consortium Battalions(for border patrol and secret policing duties)
A Military airbase
A Tech-Com Airstrip/logging complex

To Pananabian official with whom I last communicated with:
My men and I are en route via a Skyetech Industries cargo plane. We will be making a High Altitude Low Opening jump over the conflict area. My sources indicate that a group of spec. ops with airs support is moving in to destroy your artillery pieces. I will send a detatchment of my men to help defend them. The rest will be making inroads into the enemy territory to stymie their advance. All we need now is the present location of your artillery.

Esmund International Airport, Siap
The men were sparring on the tarmac as the cargo plane pulled up. One man drew knife, but the other one caught his arm and flipped him onto his back. he then twisted the man's hand so that the knife was freed into the the aggressor's free hand. He then held the knife point at the tip of his opponent's radial arteries. "Mike. The plane's got all the guns and supplies I could procure. We haven't made guns in a while, though, so good luck."
"Jack, I really should find a way to repay you for this..."
"Nah. Then I'll have to pay taxes on it."
The men had an awkward exchange that seemed to be the parting before an extended fishing trip rather that a paradrop into a hot battlefied.

OOC: The Emperor is not in Pananab.

IC: Admiral Harroun's flaship, The Weight of Hersey recived the Greensun message, expecting it after spotting the fleet on the horizon. The Admiral wasn't surprised by their demands either. A message was formulated and quickly relayed back to the foreign ships.

We will not leave. The Emperor has ordered the death of the Pananabian people and we can not dissobey him. I understand your orders too commander. Do what you will, your threats will not humble us.

The response was short, and seconds after it was sent all the ships in the Pudite offshore fleet, including 3 Roydia Class Battleships, 2 Hell Class Supercarriers, 10 Triara Class Light Cruisers, 11 Slag Class Nuclear Submarines, 16 Swiftsure Class Destroyers, and 14 Lionfish Class Missile Frigates, opened fire upon the Green Sun fleet. The Admiral, after all, was not an extreamy patient man. There were also almost a dozen combat logistics ships, which had launched their compliment of gunboats (each carried three), which would attempt to rush around the larger ships, using their fifty-caliber machine guns and forward-mounted Railgun against any crew or helicopters that made themselves obvious. Otherwise these smaller boats tried to stay out of the way. Both supercarriers launched their Yak-141s fighters, Ka-27 anti-submarine helicopters, and Su-25 close support aircraft. The big guns at the Pudite basecamp also recived the order to fire, with their targets being the aircraft carriers and their cargo, hopefully this would take out the Greensun fleets aircraft early and leave them open to the Pudites own planes.

Resting on all this were the hopes of the 200,000 men that would be left ashore, unable to be re-supplied or re-enforced, and who would, without this, eventualy be over-run. The next fleet would not arrive for two days, and this was two days the Admiral could not let the attackers have to fortify this beach.

The campaign on shore was progressing as expected. The villagers put up extreamly an extreamly feirce defence, slowing the battle groups, but eventualy the superior armament and air and armour support of the Pudite's would wear them down. At first the mass charges had starteled the officers, but they adapted. Their platoons were moving in forty-man squares, offering any villagers that approached a wall of AK-107s. To ensure the safty of the men entering the villages, a new approach was taken. The feild artillery and tanks would pound the town for a single day before anyone entered, this, and constant air support the morning of the attack would hopefully encourage the resistors to keep their heads dwon while the infantry took up positions in empy, or emptied, buildings. Entire brigades would not advance at all a single day sometimes, setting up their men in high or defended positions where their heavy machine guns could cover the greatest area. This war was not meant to be a speedy one.

"Gents!" The men on the plane looked toward Michael Connor, walking up and down the aisle of the cargo plane. "We have not heard from Pananab, so we'll have to go in on our own." The men clutched the carbines close to their chests, eyes full of fire. They had M4s, pineapples, C4, some sniper rifles among them. "We have to slow their advance somehow. We'll have to go behind their lines and chop them up." The rear of the plane opened up. The frigid night sky froze the inside of the plane. "Hopefully we won't create too much of a stir. Once we hit the water, we go to the beach, split up, hide and if we see a supply convoy, ammo dump, artillery left unguarded or underguarded, torch it. If an officer or soldier walks too far away from his convoy, pick 'em off. Don't be seen. Remember-you are all ghosts. Don't risk a kill for compromising yourself. Now go!"

The soldiers fell silently out of the night sky. The Skyetech Industries plane returned to the course dicated by its registered (but bogus) flight plan. The men fell quickly down through the night sky, and as they came closer to the water, their black parachutes opened and then the men glided down slowly, and then abruptly dropped into the ocean. They quietly swam to the shore and alighted to their feet--ballerinas doing a dance of the hunt and war. They split up and vanished into the darkness.

From: Unidentified Pannabian officer
To: Michael Connor

We cannot tell you the exact location over the radio, but we can tell you they're north of the border and are very well-hidden.

The war was not meant to be a speedy one for the Pananabians, either. With the Green Sun fleet in the waters about to land, their morale was boosted. The mobs grew fiercer and the areas with little to no Pudite presence started to train the mobs. Stowe Strike Teams that were operating within the hot zomes were beggining to strike with anti-tank weaponry and Green Sun rifles, which were proving to be very effective with their light, accurate, deadly, and interchangeable design. Although small in number and were not backed by a powerful government, the Stowe teams were deadly nonetheless, most of them being trained as professional mercenaries before joining Stowe.

The Mobs were faring better than teh Pudites believed. Occasionally an entire town would be wiped by Artillery, but the people within it could hide very well with the tunnels constructed by Stowe and the civilains themselves. The walls of AK 101s only made them think their tactics more thoroughly. Eventually they were starting ambushes and using more advanced military tactics and the more they won, the more rifles and equipment they picked up and the more they grew.

At the sight of aircraft, the mobs would scatter and duck for cover while firing back on lower-flying aircraft.

The units were still encountering heavy resistence, some having now sotpped all together, but they did not lode morale. These men had been trained since age six as their nations warriors, and they knew their job well. The formations that encountered enough resistance to stop them altogether changed their tactics again, siege. The division (or whatever formation) would entrench itself as best as possible around the town and drop explosives on them until the town was flat. The formation's artillery compliment fired almost constantly, supported by the more direct fire of the tanks. Air raids were also, almost constant, the Tu-160 Blackjack ombers flew high above the reach of any of the weapons the Pudites have seen Stowe's men use. Days would pass before any of the villigers would dare venture above ground, for fear of becoming a target for the bombs.

When the bombings did stop, and the artillery became quiet the Helicopters leapt up. Every few nights the Pudites would send in their Anti-Terrorist Strike teams. These men were the hard-core of the Pudite forces, the Orthae, they were the best the Emperor had. They were armed with A-9 submachine guns, KS-23 Special Carbine shotguns, and 6P41 Pecheneg light machine guns. At least two groups of these elites were helicopter dropped into the city seconds after the artillery ceased, giving the Pananabians no time to set up their anti-air weapons. The squaads spent as much time as they felt safe patroling the streets, killing anyone they found and setting explosive traps for ayone they didn't.

OOC: A map of the progress of our armies woudl be a great idea, now that we have some extra parties joining the conflict and everything.

OOC: (Just a bit of info)

The convoys would not stop for the death of a single man, as long as there were enough men to continue to drive the vehicles the convoy would continue to move forward. If one vehicle's drivers were all killed, that one would be left behind. Everyone is mounted. The convoys consist of four 5-ton trucks (covered) to haul the munitions, which move in a single file line, two Humvees, which would move along the sides of the convoy, machine guns watching for activity, and two Mk. II Wolf class APCs carrying ten guards each, one in front and one in the rear. Each of my guards carries the SR-2 submachine gun which is issued to all the behind-the-lines logistics personnel in my army. It is a very compact 9mm gun designed to be held with both hands but it is useable, though not very accurate with one hand. It fires both conventional and AP rounds.

The convoy is probably moving at about 50 mph.

a note on the Mk. II Wolf class: The wolf is a very fast, amphibious APC. It's armor is average in that it has protection from 20mm machinegun fire. 3 firing ports on each side of the vehical are availible to the troops inside. The Mk.II version has upgraded armament and armor and can be considered an IFV. (Can now stop 25mm rounds)

The Wolf also has 6 smoke dispensers, a 30mm machinegun, and a 7.62mm coaxial machinegun.

All the Humvees have 50 caliber machineguns.

The structue of the convoy may be altered in the future if your men's attacks become very troublesome.

OOC: modifying my post to go along with the info you provided...

The mercenaries split into independent cells of two and threes. They attacked the convoys in packs of three cells. The groups going after the convoys would have snipers cover an unguarded patch of road. The men would lay a small charge of C4 on the road and form it into an upside-down dome shape the size of half a grapefruit (If the road was unpaved, they would bury the charge in the road). The men then would cover it with a camo net or anything they could find to camoflage it. (A charge that small was difficult enough to spot in the first place, but they wanted it to be impossible to see. They would then retreat to a nearby hiding spot and when the convoy came speeding down the road...

These had mixed success, as the speed of the convoys made timely detonation of these explosives difficult. If a truck was successfully stopped and not completely incinerated, the mercenaries descended upon it taking what ammunition and weapons they could salvage...

OOC: I am using the major roads between the cities and towns, and i'm not sure about the exact details of Pananab's infrastructure, but I belive that the roads are dirt, so the explosives could be easily buired.

IC: The roadside attacks and bombings of the munitions convoys were being dismissed as either Pananabian peasant rabble that stole some low-tech explosives or some of Stowe's agents operating behind their lines. Both prospects worried the campaign High Command, but neither would become a priority. A few more patrols were ordered to the regions the attacks had been taking place in, but no huge ammounts of resources would be devoted to a few theiving peasants or half-trained bombers. (The High Command continues to underestimate Stowe and his men, even now). Because the High Command did not want to drain any more units from their beach reserve, and still didn't much fear anything Stowe could summon up, only seven squads were authorised to cover all the area between the beach supply depot and the front lines.

The patrols would be made up of three Humvees, two of which would have the standard machinegun armament, while the other carried a 40mm grenade launcher. These vehicles moved about twenty feet apart, keeping a constant speed of about 50mph. They moved in a triangular formation, with the grenade-hummer making up the leading point with the two machine guns to either side. The patrols were strongest during the time of day the most attack occured, with as few as one patrol being active when the bombers were not usualy bombing.

Now thinking this problem solved, the High Command moved on to more pressing issues...

OOC: I am using the major roads between the cities and towns, and i'm not sure about the exact details of Pananab's infrastructure, but I belive that the roads are dirt, so the explosives could be easily buired.

OOC: That helps, but are there any maps of the area or combat movement?

OOC: There was once a map, but I don't have it saved on the computer I am currently on. If someone else could post it that would help, but if you can't I would be able to later today.

A more current map would be good too, showing all the current Pananabian territory (it grew...) and the peices I still hold (such as that first town I captured [I had about 10,000 men there, along with the second largest concentration of Pudite aircraft and vehicles in the country, I doubt it fell])

OOC: Been addicted to Urban Dead so I forgot my NS responsibilities, sorry, Pudu.
IC:
The damage to the ships was largely superficial. With the response of the Pudites, the subs dived and the other ships scattered in a seemingly chaotic fashion, but still in a formation, which was only known to them. Only one ship was seriously hit, but even that turned out to be a superficial hit; the front cargo bay just had a sunroof now.

The battleships aimed their cannons at the slower but more dangerous ships and fired at the small Pudite ships tried to deter them with their small arms (Small compared to the ship's armor, anyways.) Within minutes, hundreds of Green Sun aircraft were in teh air, fighting off the Pudite aircraft and taking out enemy Cruise missiles. The Green Sun submarines fired their Archer Water-To-Air/Ground missiles and shot their torpedoes at the enemy ships. Green Sun Anti-Sub cruisers launched smart-torpedoes to intercept the enemy nuclear submarines, each carrying a large payload.

The admiral sent another message:
"When you feel that you've had enough, just tell us and disengage and leave so we can get our men onto the shore. I assure you, your numbers are great, but all you've done so far is give a few people a nice sunroof."

IC: The Pudite ships began to move apart, with some of the smaller ships, destroyers and frigates, moving along either side while the cuisers and battleships remained still, unloading their ammunition into the Green Sun ships.

Most of the Pudite ships were largely protected from the enemies torpedoes by the TDASW anti-torpedo systems each carried. Although this was a very efective system, it could not however stop everything, and the Fires of Redemption was hit once in the front and took another glancing hit, the sirst of which gave the ship a small leak in some of the forward compartments, and the second of which destroyed the starbord propellors. The ships counterparts, all of which could still fire, lauched their Anti-air missiles at the Green Sun aircraft.

All of the smaller ships moving up the left flank, 7 Missile Cruisers, 6 Destroyers, and a Light Cruiser, were ordered to foire on one ship at a time. All of their missiles, cannon rounds, and torpedoes impacted the farthest-left ship in the Green Sun fleet. An equivelent force recived the same orders regarding the right flank, this left only seventeen ships and eleven sumarines in the center. The smaller ships were hopeing the battleships would last long enough to let the two flanks collapse the fleet.

The Green Sun ships, however, were now completely mixed with the Pudite ships by this time. They shrunk back into formation and the Pudite ships realized their mistake: The Green Sun ships had no flank to speak of. All Green Sun ships, except for submarines, were double-sided; Engines were on both sides of the ships and now the green Sun ships and the Pudite ships were mixed together so neither side could fire without causing large-scale devastation on their own side as well as the enemy ships.
"Just where we want you," the Admiral said over the radio. The marines on baord the ships began to throw emplosives onto the Pudite ships and Anti-Armor shells were fired at the enemy Bridges. The Green Sun ships actually had smaller cannons and rifles to fire at close range and do heavy damage to the enemy ships.

Green Sun aircraft were known to be well-prepared against AA missiles. Almost every model had missilenegating systems, which caused AA missiles to deactivate and fall and, failing that, many of them had AMS machine guns to physcally destroy the missiles, so very few jet casualties were taken.
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Risbanian-Held Tunisia
With Lord Zorag's order to remove all Green Sun military personell, General Sheart saw an opportunity to help out Stowes. Having mainly armor, General Sheart ordered her forces south from Tunisia to Pananab in Western Africa. Only refueling a few times, the Neutron Tanks had about one week before they met up with Stowe's forces in Old Panrabia.

::Ocean off Pudite beach-head, Pananab, 12:35 PM::

The although the fact that the Green Sun ships were so close in did bother most of the ship captians, Admiral Harroun ordered the continued use of the main-guns. Although many men were ordered to man the smaller, ship-to-ship machine guns, most stayed where they were and continued the operation of the big guns at this extreame close range. Any men not manning either the machine guns or the main guns were now buisy firing their A-9 submachine guns, which was the standard naval rifle, into the enemy marines. It was chaos between the ships, with explosives and bullets flying both ways, and occasionaly one of the ships would be engulfed in the close-range fire of the Pudite main guns. This battle would destroy these fleets, no matter who won...

Although this did do heavy damage to their own ships, they inflicted similar casualties on the enemy. Now numbers were going to make a difference for the Pudites. At this close range it took very few shots to totaly incapacitate a ship, and there were more Pudite ships than Green Sun ones. After a few seconds of this bombardment five of the Pudite ships had already been hit in sevearly damaging ways, and many others had taken glancig friendly hits, but this was all well in the eyes of the Admiral, becuase the attacks must be causing equal or greater ammounts of dammage to the ships his men were aacualy aiming at. By now he was totaly obsessed with the destruction of the enemies fleet, and would do anything to make sure it got that way...

::Coast of Pudite, City 132, 12:37 PM::

A second transport fleet had just finished loading the extra equipment requsitioned by the under-supplied commanders on the ground. Hundreds of tons of guns and ammunition were loaded onto these ships, followed by the 200,000 new soldiers being sent to re-enforce the troops already in Pananab. This convoy would be protected by dozens of smaller craft, destroyers and frigates and such, as well as almost a half-dozen capital ships. This re-supply would more than double the Pudite strength in the region and hopefully bring final victory over the, as it was now considered, rebellious coloney of Pudite-Pananab. If, however, this did not bring order there was a second Army group of 200,000 men that had been on alert since the first Pananabian attacks weeks ago. And since the first group of 200,000 men had been dispatched, a second, smaller, group of 100,000 was put on alert. This was meant to maintain a constant ready-reserve if things went wrong over in Pananab.

((Remember that Pananab is supposed to win this one.

Also note that using your main guns at this range would be next to impossible, unless you're using StS missiles.))
The bodies were piling and several Green Sun ships were now sinking, but their designs were largely staying strong. Many of them were heavily damaged, but the number of Green Sun ships sunk would be fewer than the Pudites predict.

The Green Sun Marines took heavy causlties at the beggining of teh Pudite retaliation, but they started to protect themselves more when enemy fire came back at them, their bulletproof jackets were going their jobs.

The Green Sun rifles were much more reliable than the Pudite ones, having more power and better accuracy than the enemy SMGs, so once the Marines were more protective, they inflicted even more casualties.

The Green Sun aircraft had now inflicted enough casualties to now target the Pudite ships. Air to Ground missiles streaked to the enemy decks at hypersonic speeds and their Gatling guns ripped through the AA turret guns, tearing them to scrap metal as the naval cannons on the ships continued to tear through the enemy ships and as Archer missiles flew toward the incoming fleet to keep them at bay for a little while.

In response to the increase in patrols, the mercenaries pulled away from attacking the convoys for the time being. The mercenaries hid in an abandoned house that was serving as a temporary base. Connor, standing in front of all of them, spoke quietly and quickly. "It seems our raids have been gaining their attention. It is time we did some real damage, though. Word has it that reinforcements are en route. This means a lot more of these bastards will be crawling all over the place. What we are going to do is try to hit their beach head supply depot. If we can torch it, then not only will they be short supplies, but they may also divert some troops off the front to look for us. This will relieve the pressure on Stowe's forces." He looked up. "Lowell!" A small, wiry man with an olive complexion and scars all over his face looked up. "Sir?"
"I need you to scout out the supply depot. Rendezvous at the location we discussed in a fortnight."
"Sir!"

Lowell had been used to being the one-man recon team. He was generally a quiet man, who kept to himself. As he scurried across the land, his timid personality embodied his every action as he almost became the land he hid in. He was careful to never leave any trace of his presence where it could be easily found. After several days, he came to the depot. He lay prone and took out his field goggles and surveyed the location...

OOC: Yeah, Pananab'll win, but I don't want to just GIVE him the terriotry.

The CIWS systems and various missiles and machine guns are firing, as well as any of the other smaller weapons and the bit of crew that are left alive.

IC: -----OFFSHORE-----

The Pudite Fleet, despite losing the firefights over the decks, remained in very close quarters with the enemy ships. The CIWS were working, covering the exposed side of the Green Sun fleets with their assaults, which were supported by the various smaller-caliber machine guns mounted along the ship and the missile systems each ship carried.

Despite overwhelming small arms fire on deck, none of the men had retreated thus far, every man died at his post, finger on the trigger, trying in vain to get those last three round out of his bullet-pecked weapon. The devotion of the men was unbelivable, as was demonstrated in the continuance of the pilots to engage the aircraft in combat. Of the Six hundred aircraft that had been launched from the decks of their carriers, only slightly more than five hundred remained after ten miniutes of fighting. The tactics of the pitols was shifting though, the aircraft, where they used to move in groups, sending only one or tow groups out a time from the carrier, now almost half of the fighters were in the air, each one laying his machne gun rounds and missiles across the exposed decks of the ships and the hulls of their opponents planes.

The submarines two continued to fight, and seeing as only four of them have yet been sunk. They emptied their torpedoes into the lower decks of the giant ships over and over again, never stopping and always watching for any returning torpedoes. Combined with the torpedoes of the Pudite and Green Sun ships themselves, it would have been hard for a man to jump into the water without being blown up.

-----ONSHORE-----

With extra troops soon arriving and a huge naval battle being fought within shouting distance, the beach camp was a flurry of activity. To make room for the new arrivals troops were building new either building new barracks or forming up their companies and moving out.

Entire divisions were moving into new areas, either taking up residence in one of the seige camps outside a Pananabian town and adding their artillery to the effort. Hopefully this would spped up the tiring and repetative process of attack, load, and attack, which was beggining to wear on the soldiers iron nerves.

Other units were moving in to aid the garrison of a captured Pananabian town in surpressing the constant 'freedom fighters' attacks, which were an almost constant threat themselves. They were disrupting the only peice of control that the Pudites had been able to restore to what they though of as their towns, and the High Council hated disorder...

Or they would be put on patrol looking for the troops that Stowe was throught to have stationed behind Pudite lines that had been disrupting the supply trains so much, but, in recent times these attacks had slowed to the occasional shot against a patrol that apparently came to close. Invariabley the area near the attack was seached, and again without fail nothing was found. This also angered the High Council.

Lowell travelled to the agreed meeting point, where the rest of the mercenaries were. "Sir. This is bad. Massive influx of troops. Its too hard to aproach."
"Hmm. Well, we need to take the pressure off Stowe's forces. Lets break into cells. Lowell, lead five groups. Have them spread out, and see if you can't destroy any of the artillery pieces. My team will return to harrassing the convoys."

"Sir!"
And as quickly as they came, they left.

OOC: will post more eventually

OOC: Can we hurry this up a bit? Green Sun had Driver's Ed and I had internet problems (We live in the same neighborhood and we're cousins) so we haven't had much time to RP. I'm sure Green Sun doesn't want his fleet decimated and I don't want my people ruthlessly slaughtered. Can we just boost it by a few months in which Green Sun and Pudu's fleets found themselves in a stalemate and broke off? Stowes has a strong foothold in the south and the north already, so he can take his time facing down Pudite forces.

OOC: Alright, I maintain my beach holding, the naval war is a stalemate, and my war of expansion on the ground has 'ground' (hehe) to a halt in the face of massive resistence movements supported by Stowe.

Stowes has issued a request for a cease-fire in light of the new peace conferences. He cannot control the mobs and citizens placing bombs, but he hopes that the cease-fire will encourage them to stop.