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Private Gregory Magnus, a tall, fit, 20-something, black-haired man slowly walked into his room. He opened the closet to find about 55 shirts, and quietly, he took out his army uniform. There was a knock on the door. "Yes?" Gregory asked.

"What are you doing, dear?" a voice replied.

"Susan, could you please come in here for one second?" Greg asked.

"Is something wrong?" Susan wondered anxiously.

"Yes....," Gregory said tearfully, "There is." The door again opened to show Susan, a middle-height, fit, 20-something blonde. Susan noticed the uniform and her eyes began to water. "Don't cry," Greg said. Susan bit her upper lip and quietly sat down with Greg on the soft, comfortable bed. "S..s..susan," Greg stuttered, "Holy Paradise has declared war on the Kraven Corporation.."

"You mean...?" Susan inquired.

"Yes, Susan," Greg interrupted, "I'm being sent overseas." At that, Susan burst into tears and buried her head into Greg's chest. "But, you can't...we just got married...you might get killed...or wounded!" Susan sobbed.

"Yes, but I chose to join the army because I want to defend our country, because I love you so much and want you to be able to live without fear of dictators or genocide." Greg explained.

"But, why are we going to war? Kraven isn't hurting us...," Susan sniffled.

"Its not because they're hurting us, but because they are hurting themselves. They're slaughtering their own people, and it has to stop." Greg again interrupted. Silence permeated the room, as Susan stopped crying. Only the sound of their lungs breathing in and out could be heard. "I love you." Greg said.

"I love you, too." Susan replied. They then laid back on the bed and began kissing.



Meanwhile, at the Presidental Mansion, President John Holtz was in a meeting with his staff. The wood paneled walls surrounding him only held within their boundaries confusion and anxiety. "Mr. President, the Kraven Corporation and its allies have a vast amount of forces. We'll be slaughtered!" exclaimed Ben Weathersworth, the Presidental Mansion Chief of Staff.

"I concur," Bruce Mastford, the National Security Advisor, seconded, "Not only do they have a large amount of men, we have no clue as to what their strategies and tactics might be..."

"Which is exactly why we can win this," interrupted Lance Banks, the Secretary of Defense, "For all we know, their generals might be so idiotic that they don't know how to order their forces out of a paper sack."

"Not to mention," General Washington, General of the Armed Forces, added,"That we are fighting for a good cause. Sometimes, you have to take chances and do the right thing." Arguments continued to flare until President Holtz put his hand up to silence them. The bickering quickly ended. "Gentlemen, we do not need to argue about this as of now. I had no choice in the matter, Congress declared war, not me." he stated.

"Yes, but you encouraged them to declare war," replied Weathersworth.

"Yes, but they could have chosen to not heed my advice." President Holtz rebutted, "Anyways, the fact remains that we are now at war. I did not call this meeting for us to bicker and bitch over what we should do. I called this meeting to see how many forces we should allocate to the war. Lance, could you give us some suggestions on what we should do?" he asked.

"Gladly, sir." Lance replied. He then went over to one side of the wall and pulled down an overhead, after which, he turned on a slideshow projector. "As you can see, gentlemen, the Kraven Corporation and its allies do have a vast amount of forces. Due to this, I'm guessing that the main strategy of the enemy will be to use sheer numbers in order to defeat us. This is their main strength. It is also their main weakness." he explained. He then pushed a button on a little remote he was holding.

BEEP!

The slide changed from blank to show a terrain with different colored lines on it. "The lines," Lance began to explain, "represent ours and the enemy's forces. Now, if we use a large number of small groups to fight a guerrilla war with the enemy, we can surely beat them. We can only do this however, after..."

BEEP!

"We bombard enemy coastal positions and defenses and establish a beachhead." Lance continued, "So, gentlemen, what do you think?"

"Go for it," came the immediate consensus.

"General, how many forces should we use?" President Holtz asked.

"At least above 2 million men, for the time being, along with a very large number of tanks, artillery, mobile AA, naval units, fighter jets, bombers, fighter/bomber jets, stealth bombers, supplies, etc." the general replied.

"That can be done. Alright, thank you, gentlemen. You are dismissed." President Holtz stated.

OOC: This will be the only OOC post on this thread, I hope. Here's the OOC thread:
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=452060

Secret IC:

A large black container... Moved across the runway, followed by many men garbed in black work overalls, they followed the container is it powered itself along the tarmac... The men following this container were technitions, they monitored things inside this vast black metal structure, awaiting at the begining of the Run way was a Vtol Heavy Transporter, its vast maw of a mouth was open allowing this container to enter...

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v399/HorusGodEmperor/FatherTransporter.jpg

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v399/HorusGodEmperor/CorporationTechnitions.jpg


Slowly the Container was dragged into the vast hold... as the technitions piled into the transporter the vast maw slowly began to close as its Ramjet engines powered up in perperation for flight...

Its target destination was Garrison II who would look after this Container During the Conflict...


Soon the Carrier was air borne and on route to Garrison II it would take 12 hours flight to reach the nation, but by that time the carrier would be well within Garrison II territory and safe...

(OOC: Please assume that this container has arrived at Garrison II it is imperative to future RP's and the Inevitable out come of this rp that the container is Kept safe)

Unfortunately, due to the war erupting between your nation and Holy Paradise, we will transfer Katrina Squadron to the 1st Combined Naval Force, in order to defend your nation.

The 1st combined Naval Force is:
1x Valkyrie Class Helicopter Assault Carrier "Katrina"
1x Nimitz Class Aircraft Carrier "Dragoon"
4x Arleigh Burke Class Naval Destroyers "Rita", "Wilma", "Betsy", "Camille"
110x Cobra Class Attack Helicopter "Dragoon" Squadron 1-109
1x Los Angeles Class Attack Submarine "Galveston"

Cheers,
Chancellor Kaito Saruwatari of the Blade-Wielding Republic of The Fallen Races.

Address to the Nation
Live at the Sarnia Ampitheatre in front of 100,000 people in the crowd and millions of people on television.
"My fellow citizens of the Holy Empire of Saint Fedski, as you may know, war has been looming between a group of nations calling themselves the Anti-Kraven Alliance and the Kraven Corporation and her supporters. Our position is in support of the Anti-Kraven Alliance. War was officially declared on the Kraven Corporation by Holy Paradise no more than one hour ago. An alert has been issued to all military commands. Mobilization of our reserves goes into effect immediately. Please check with your home office's website for further information. All forces, have been order to cease their operations in Plympton-Wyoming. I thank the nation for understanding our position and I pray for a short war. I call upon our brother nations within the former expanse of the Holy Empire of Saint Fedski, The Confederacy of the Fish, The Allied States of the Islands, The Kingdom of Thorns, and the Republics of North and South St. Clair to put aside our differences and unite once again to battle this evil coalition. We must combine our forces and field the largest force the Holy Empire of Saint Fedski has ever fielded. Together we shall walk hand in hand to a glorious victory over the Kraven Corporation with our allies. To my fellow citizens, may we be strong and supportive of our military for the duration of this conflict. I am Gary Girardi. Good night."

Forces readying for immediate deployment:
Republic of New McFarland
10 Quickbreak class aircraft carriers
HES Sarnia, HES Sombra, HES Corunna, HES Courtright, HES Petropolis, HES Promenade, HES Partaganer, HES Shakespeare, HES Rome, HES St. Clair.
2 Quickbreaker Hospital Ships: HES Cheong, HES Gallaway
All 9 Vittorio Veneto class cruisers
All 10 CG-47 Ticonderoga Class Cruisers
All 15 DDG-51 destroyers.

Most of the logistic ships will be supporting this force.

The 1st Fighter Group - 245 F-16 Fighting Falcons

Bomber command will be shared between to Theatres of Operation.

All three Army Corps have been alerted to standby for deployment to the Kraven Corporation theatre.

The First Strategic Support Division, with the Second Fighter Division escorting it, sped towards Kraven at Mach 3, 80,000 feet in the air. They were the opening phase of Operation Methuselah, the airborne wearing down of the Kraven military.

800 miles from the shore of Kraven, they turned back, having dropped the first shots of the war: 1,152 AGM-86C missiles, targetting the outer air defenses of Kraven. In just over an hour, these missiles, and their 3,000 pound warheads, would arrive at their targets.

The Second and Third Strategic Support Divisions prepared to continue the bombardment.

List of Forces being prepared:

2,500,000 Holy Paradise Army Infantrymen

500,000 Holy Paradisian Elite Troops

10,000 M1 Abrams MBTs

10,000 M-2 Bradley IFVs

5,000 M-60 Patton MBTs

7,500 M-75 APCs

3,500 M109 155mm Howitzers

20 Iowa class battleships

50 Ticonderoga class destroyers

15 Nimitz class aircraft carriers, each carrying: 20 F-18As, 30 F-15Es

25 Ohio class submarines

Location: Velkyan High Command Headquaters, CLASSIFIED
Time: 2300 hours

The room was abuzz with activity. Everywhere, displays and maps were alive with hotzones and vectors, and aides scurried about, delivering data and intel. In the center, General George Shepard, commander of the Velkyan Space Operations Corp (VAOC) shouted orders and asked the status of things.

He looked at a readout of the sattlelites and stations. The Axis Nova's attack had spread mass confusion in the communications network for several hours, but this had mostly subsided by now. The damage reports had become to arrive. 4 Tungsten Rod Cannon Platforms suffered heavy damage, with only the hardened crew and control compartments fully intact. Only 1 AML station was disabled and had been abandoned by the crew, so it had begun it's descent to Earth. The recon and communications network was damaged by 40percent, and many sattlelites were vaporized. But even that was recovering, and new sattlelites were being readied to launch. Now, it was Velkya's turn. Everywhere, Operation Wraith was in the final stages.

For sure, they would rue the day they attacked the Allied Union.

After the advisors left, President John Holtz picked up his phone. Dialing in a number, he sat patiently with the phone to his head, waiting for an answer.

"Hello?" came the awaited reply.

"It's me, President Holtz."

"Identification information, please?"

John whispered some words into the phone.

"Access granted. What would you like to do, Mr. President?

"How many conventional payload missiles do you have ready?"

"52 cruise missiles and 2 ICBMs."

"All with conventional payloads?"

"Yes."

"Good. Launch them at any thing in Kraven's major cities that you find to be dangerous or hindering to the AKA's war effort."

"Right away, sir."

At a undisclosed location, the ground opened up in large circles, and long, white tubes flew upward into the sky, flames shooting out of their bottoms.

"Commander forces are mobilized, and we shall make the Kraven tremble in fear. Our people shall be respected, and this Coalition shall live." A bearded Colonel, nodded approvingly. He paused thinking for a moment. "Are you sure about this General? Fighting a war that isn't ours?"

A young man, around thirty nodded. The son of the president, Victor Roosevelt nodded approvingly. "My father knows what he is doing, he will not start a war that will make us lose. He does it for our of people, and our country. We cannot allow these people to invade our lands so we'll strike them first."

"Do you want the report sir?" The deck of the Nimitz class carrier shifted, and the rain came down harder. The General nodded his head.

"Give it to me Colonel."

Colonel Garrite read off the soldiers and supplies. Nodding Roosevelt responded. "Let's go inside, and get some rest."

List of Forces being prepared:

-15 Nimitz Class aircraft carriers, each carrying: 35 F-22As, 15 F-15Es, 10 A-10 Thunderbolt II, 9 AV-8B Harrier II

-22 Arleigh Burke Class Destroyers

-10 Los Angeles Class Submarines

-15 Ohio Class Submarines

-2000 M1 Abrams Main Battle Tanks

-1500 M10A6 Paladin 155mm Howitzer

-500M2 Bradley Fighting Vehicle

-750 Stryker

-15 Patriot Missile Systems

-10 BMP-1 APC

Secret IC:
In the depts of a bunker within the forests of Shazbotdom, General Theod watches the monitors and waits to see what happens. He sighs and then thinks, Missiles have been fired. When are we going to get the authorization to get our money by force? The Emperor was supposed to get back to me not too long ago and he hasn't responded to me yet. Oh well, i guess i'll wait a little longer. On the screen he watches as the missile tracks form behind the missiles. If he noticed that any one of them even came close to the Pure Socialist Holy Empire or one of it's Colonies, he would fire retaliatory missiles upon the enemy nation of which the missiles came from.

He picks up a red phone and calls 3 Star General Andrew Thnal, Commanding Offiver of the 1st Marine Armored Company.

"Andrew, this is Craig. I want your men to be ready as soon as i get the official word from the Emperor."

"Understood, Sir. We'll be ready," said General Thnal over the phone.

Both men then hung up and General Theod carefully watches the monitors again.

We'll send you the money on behalf of the AKA. 26 million right?

As the two Holy Paradise ICBMs slowly rise into orbit, their paths are terminated in a most spectacular way as a parasite X-ray laser bomb moves into their trajectory and detonates, perforating everything in a wide area around it with X-Ray laser beams, the nuclear explosion behind them providing more than enough power to do the job.


---

In Kraven, the forces from Kahanistan have already arrived; the two carriers orbit overhead, and their advanced HSCDEADG Radar tracks everything for thousands of miles, relaying the data to allied forces and acting as mobile command and control centers.

Recieving info from SDI Command that the enemy's GPS network has not been completely eradicated, the two carriers immediately power up GPS Jammers: with those active, no cruise missiles can be used, be either allies or enemies. While not a serious handicap to the Kraven forces due to fighting defensively and not attacking land targets, such a handicap would definitely throw a wrench in the works of the AKA...

---

In Axis Nova (and closer to Kraven, in Numonica), skyship after skyship heaves itself off the ground. More carriers, cargo ships, frigates, corvettes, destroyers, a dreadnought... a massive aerial fleet, the likes of which the world has not seen since the ill-fated war with Coreworlds, forms up and begins moving out towards Kraven, probing the skies around them aggressively in search of any threats.

Secret IC:
The First and Second Marine Expeditionary Forces are being airlifted to Vladistock AFB in Velkya. One week until the forces have finished their assembly.

Some distance south of Cydonia, the first of the gargantuan Brettonian heavy lift transports began settling down. The whirring, chopping noise of the enormous turoprop engines began rattling virtually anything that wasn't held down. The same massive wheels, taller than semi-trailers, that had touched down in Kahanistan months earlier now struck the Kraven Corporation's soil.

---

Deployment of the Expeditionary Force, ahead of the enormous main army, were virtually complete when the first cruise missiles sailed overhead.

"It's already begun? They aren't wasting their time..."

Field Marshall Rogal Bauker noted.

"Your orders?"

His adjutant inquired.

"Relay to all Peacemaker units that they are to commence interdiction of all enemy precision guided munitions. Give them the "Return to Sender" stamp whenever possible."

"It shall be done, sir."

"Additionally, I expect to be informed of the status of the arrival of the combined army force at fifteen minute intervals."

"Understood, sir!"

---

- Onboard Peacemaker Pz-53 -

"Commander!"

"Hmm?"

"Orders from the commandant. All enemy precision guided munitions are to be returned to their launchers, and those that can't are to be neutralized."

"Standard procedure, really... allright, gentlemen, make it happen!"

The Peacemaker's commander sat back in his chair, folding his hands and waiting for the reports to come back. A low-frequency humming nosie began permeating the Peacemaker as its sealed countermeasure AI buzzed into action. The thermal imaging receptors began targeting individual cruise missiles as they flew inland, targeting their unique sonic output.

A port opened in the armored sensor dome atop the Peacemaker's primary turret and a tiny laser communication pod extended. It fired off a single, tiny, untraceable beam of data into the datastream from the remaining Anti-Kraven satellite networks.

It was a simple matter. Incredibly simple, no less. The onboard guidance system's target and launch coordinates flip-flopped. Where it was going became where it came from, and where it came from became where it was going. To ensure any further tampering would be futile, its GPS antenna experienced a minor overload; it would still recieve correctional adjustments, but its primary objective, and self-destruct codes, would remain secure.

Each Peacemaker commenced performing this quick, silent reprogramming at enemy cruise missiles that came within their range, and before long dozens had about-faced and began returning to their points of origin, refusing further transmission.

Victor went to the bridge, the Colonel went to his quarters, most commanders would be mad at the option instead of going with their commanding officer, but Roosevelt was not. This General understood, all were tired after the flash assembly of their armed forces and the stress it took to assemble the force.

The Admiral nodded silently, looking at the General with his sad eyes. The sea-man sighed, "General, I am trying to establish with our allies. Encrypted," Turning to the radio he nodded. "You can try to get them on the COM. It's encrypted and everything should be good."

Victor nodded and walked towards it, he grabbed the radio headset and placed it on his skull. "This is Alpha Task Force 00135, Altronia. Any Coalition forces out there? We could use alittle acknowledgement here." He asked his voice stern.

++Encrypted - Highest Level Gamma-12C++

To: Altronian Warfleet
From: Rear-Admiral Moand, His Most Worthy 2nd Crusader Expeditionary Fleet

The 2nd Crusader Expeditionary Fleet acknowledges your navy. We are 45 miles North-East of your position. We would like to combine our forces with your navy, as our naval units, though capable, are limited in number.

His Most Worthy 2nd Crusader Expeditionary Fleet

Invincible-class Aircraft carriers (3)
• HMW Ecclesiarchy
• HMW Inquisition
• HMW His Honour

Iowa-class Battleships (2)
• HMW Holy Warrior
• HMW Never Defeated

Type 45 destroyers (16)
• HMW Dragon Slayer
• HMW Blessed by God
• HMW Saint Janus
• HMW Saint Nidor
• HMW Saint Zartac
• HMW West Xirnium
• HMW Nitriox
• HMW Holy
• HMW Glorious II
• HMW Fighter
• HMW Sacred
• HMW Deity
• HMW Pius
• HMW Death to Heretics
• HMW Glorious III
• HMW Believer II

La Fayette class frigates (24)

Type 23 frigates (6)

Akula-II 'Vepr' Submarines (22)

"Forty-five miles? We shall wait at our current position until your forces get here. Also our supply ships need to restock our fuel, so we didn't really have a choice." Victor said, a invisible smile grew on his lips, the carrier group slowed to a hault and the deck, even at night, grew with packed with maintence crews.

Looking back at the Admiral who was observing them, he cupped his hand over the mike. "Admiral, I want the Carriers Trident and Forceful Hand to deploy their harriers. I want them to scout the area and get this fleet ready at combat preporation. Once our ally get's here we're heading towards the Kraven forces. I don't want to be caught off guard." The Admiral nodded and moved towards the air lock, going to the deck.

Attention Xirniumian and Altronian fleets, the High Seas Fleet is preparing to link up with your ships, do you copy?

The embers of the fire slowly smoldered in the dying fire. The smell of burning wood filled the room, bringing a peace to the senses. President Ottoman II sat in a thick leather chair pondering war. He had seen it, and his father had seen even more of it. This nation’s history was steeped in it. When he took office he swore a silent vow to avoid it all costs, now look at him. Eight Million servicemen preparing to ship out.

An aid came to the door, and held up a paper, the bold red font on it meant losses. Jeffrey waved the aid in, his eye were tired.

“I will read it, don’t worry, I can cut through the technical jargon well enough, you are dismissed,” he rasped.

He looked over the report. Missile strikes, but they weren’t. A number of the missiles had turned just before hitting the target and began to move back towards the launch site. Damn, that is some fancy technology. Then something hit him. He called the aid back in.

“We are going to fire more cruise missiles at the peacemakers,” he said with a sly look in his eye, “Oh yes, we are going to hit them hard.”

That night multiple supply trucks arrived at a ship an unloaded their precious cargo onboard. Within days, the missiles would be fired at the peacemakers.

OOC: By days I mean tomorrow.

A voice, a new voice came over the COM channel. Another ally, he nodded. "The Altronian Fleet acknowledges, you can link up anytime. We are stationary at the moment, resupplying our forces. We're running low on fuel, and so our supply ships so it maybe awhile before we get moving." Victor said, few moments ago he gave the order to get reserve ships a couple dozen miles away to their position. Mainly fuel ships of course. That would of gotten them going for a couple of weeks and they should be fine, hopefully.

Yet it was war, nothing was going to be fine.

Off the coast of the Kraven Corp

"GENRAL QUATERS! GENRAL QUATERS! MAN YOUR BATTLE STATIONS!"

The Dweladelfian Fleet came alive with activaty as air crews prepare fighters to be lanched and bombardment groups load the cannons on the battleships.

"Alright men this is war." Admiral James T. Said with a hash voice. Admiral james T. is the commander of the 5th War hammer Fleet of Dweladelfia Prime.

Here is the fleet the empire has sent.

{5th War hammer Fleet}
1 Atlantis Class Trimaran Super Dreadnaughts
10 Battleships (Orca Class)
15 North Carolina Class battleships
10 Carriers (Admiral Class)
25 Frigates (Tri-Maran Class)
5 Nuke subs (Ohio Class)
10 Battle ships (Dreadnought Class)
5,000 Tidal Wave Class
7 Valkyrie Class Helicopter Assault Carriers
420 AH-64 Apache
Gold Knight SQ- 300 F-35
Long Board SQ- 300 F-35
Surf SQ- 100 F-35
Tomahawk SQ- 200 Harrier FRS.MK 1
Double Edge SQ- 100 F-99 (Wolverine) Air Superiority Fighter
5 A-130

Ground troops are on there way.

The aids were rushing in and out like over excited ants. Truly the nest of Black Hive was preparing for war. The hive's loud speakers repeated that the Kravian Bearzerkers citizens were going to war.

In the laborers in the mines and complexes roared with approval. When the Announcement would start and end, each time was met by the chant of; 'War brings babies to eat! War brings slaves! War brings out the Bearzerker!'

Inevitably some of the laborers were punished when they began trance-speech, or smeared a rune on their clothes with mud.

All and all the workers stayed in line, holding on to the dream that they would be allowed to fight.

Wayk sent his official telegram to The Kraven Corporation.

High Council,

In accordance with our alliance, We, The Psyker Bearzerkers, dedicate ourselves to a total war situation in defense to any member of the Kraven Alliance and counter offence against any member of the Anti-Kraven Alliance.

Oberstadt Marshal,
Wayk Specter
War the only Constant. Death the only Absalute.

--- Peacemaker Pz-53 ---

"Commander, it would appear the enemy missiles are ditching."

The Peacemaker's commander quirked an eyebrow.

"They've programmed them to do so, I assume. Seems we're up against a more talented foe than the Ottomans were. Very well. Continue to program further enemy cruise missiles to reroute. Whether or not they actually hit the enemy targets or crash into the ground is of little concern to us."

"Understood, sir!"

---

Marshall Bauker had established he and his command staff aboard one of the few A7V-C command-type Peacemakers.

"Our remaining satellite overheads show what we can assume are Anti-Kraven vessels beginning to rally off the coast. It would be pertinent to begin moving out the Peacemakers and their relevent support units to positions where we may direct their superior firepower against the enemy."

One logistical officer noted.

"Very well. Send nine for the time being; once the main force arrives, we'll be able to deploy a much larger number. Have them get in contact with the local Kraven defenses such that they may properly coordinate their attack and defense. What of our air power?"

Another officer began.

"In addition to the transports, AF-4 through AF-9 have began arriving at Kraven air bases in the region. This brings the total number of Arbiter bombers at our disposal to two hundred and eleven, with the relevent drones as well. Excluding those reserved for air cover, we've also got roughly five-hundred eighty-seven air superiority and intercepors as of the present."

"Then they shall commence air support for our operations. I expect that the enemy will attempt to swarm us before the main force arrives, so all fighters are to be equipped with maximum loadouts in the air-to-air capability."

---

Nine enormous Peacemaker tanks began rising off the ground on their vertical thrust arrays, their legs folding to a point beneath them as strong winds and dust were kicked up from the exhaust. The monstrous spidery armor began moving towards the coast, flanked by numerous Partisan tanks and assault suits.

At an airbase in Kraven, Axis Nova mechanics begin hurriedly refitting Hound FMBs with skis on the front. If the AKA wished to attack Kraven by landing troops, they'd need to use icebreakers to break through the ice around the nation...

The Holy Empire of Saint Fedski is removing all troops from the Kraven Theatre of operations. The Holy Empire of Saint Fedski cannot afford a long and costly war without running ourselves into the ground. The only forces that will remain are:
Two Quickbreaker Class Aircraft Carriers: HES Rome and HES St. Clair (and their complements and the necessary support ships)
Two Quickbreaker Hospital Ships: HES Cheong and HES Gallaway
Bomber command will continue to provide strategic assisstance when needed.

We'll send you the money on behalf of the AKA. 26 million right?

***OFFICIAL RESPONCE***
To: Leadership of Velkya
CC: Nations Involved
From: Emperor Galen Q. Leotardia

Another nation has agreed to pay us the sum of money. We will not be entering this conflict unless there is a reason for us to. The monies paid to us will go toward rebuilding and relaunching the satelites that were destroyed by the blagrant disreguard of property from the Nation of Civitas Americae. Although we will continue to keep a close eye on the conflict to make sure that it doesn't reach anywhere near the soverign land of the Pure Socialist Holy Empire of Shazbotdom, its colonies, its allies, or its allies colonies. If anyone attempts an invasion of anyone associated with the Pure Socialist Holy Empire, then we will enter this conflict with the full might of the Imperial Marine Corps. We thank the Leadership of The Infinite Crucible for their generosity in paying us for the destroyed satelites.

From now on we will be sending small one-manned space craft into space to put the flag of the Pure Socialist Holy Empire of Shazbotdom on each satelite belonging to us.

Wayk smiled, then laughed as the CP officer was bringing him the first movement intelligence of the conflict.

The Holy Empire of Saint Fedski is removing all troops from the Kraven Theatre of operations. The Holy Empire of Saint Fedski cannot afford a long and costly war without running ourselves into the ground. The only forces that will remain are:
Two Quickbreaker Class Aircraft Carriers: HES Rome and HES St. Clair (and their complements and the necessary support ships)
Two Quickbreaker Hospital Ships: HES Cheong and HES Gallaway
Bomber command will continue to provide strategic assisstance when needed.

"Haha! They are already rinning and we haven't even fired a shot at them! It will be a cold day in the production furnaces when we loose to these cowards."

He tossed the rest of the intelligence aside and ordered the 'actions' of Saint Fedski be blared into the loud speaker's of the nation.

We know your are weak and that you tremble

Secret IC:

"I want up to the minute updates on the happenings with the people against Kraven!" yelled Theod as he walked back and forth in the bunker. It has been 3 days since the attacks in which destroyed several key satelites owned by the Pure Socialist Holy Empire. These satelites spread the joy of XM Satelite Radio between the mainland and the Colonies, letting them enjoy all the good music.

A leutenant walked toward a consol and pressed a button, bringing online all the data that was being collected from the SpySat's that just arrived in orbit around the conflict zone a few hours ago. Several of the Pure Socialist's Cruise Missile caches were being unpacked and loaded onto 3 AC-02's. They were to be used against any naval vessel that would enter the territory of the Empire, and the missiles were being loaded with 10,000lb conventional warheads. Enough to blow a hole in an aircraft carrier. The red phone rang rapidly, snapping everyone's heads in the room toward the Theod. He quicly walked the 5 foot from the main command consol to the phone and picked it up.

"This is Theod," he said.

"General. Your orders are to prepare all costal defences in case of enemy fleets coming close. If they enter Shazbotdom Territorial waters then you are free to blast them out of the sea," Said a familiar voice. The Emperor was calling from the Imperial Palace, roughly 405km away from the bunker. He sounded frustrated as he continued. "What I want from you is a message to be sent to the nations involved in the Kraven situtation informing them of our intentions and that if they violate the territorial waters of any land associated with the Pure Socialist Holy Empire, they will be shot on sight. I don't give a damn if you sink the ships, I don't want them anywhere near our land. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, Mr. Emporer." Theod replied.

"Good," The Emperor said, and then the phone went dead just before a dial tone could be heard again.

Theod hung up the phone and then typed up a message that was sent to all the consols in the war room of the bunker. People read their messages and then got on radio's to relay the information their specific groups. Theod then sighed and watched the screen. He then punched up one of the SpySats and looked at the live video feed, showing the movements of the Anti-Kraven Alliance as it was happening. Why oh why did they start this shit? If they knew any better, they would have known that many nations would come to the aid of the Kraven Corporation and it would be a massive battle. Hundreds of millions to only a few tens of millions. Theod thought to himself, but then sat down in his chair and rested his head on his hand. It has begun. The war to prove who is right. Socialism or Captialism. But were staying out of it unless nessesary...

OOC: Ok I'm getting confused

Whos on whos side?

OOC: Ok I'm getting confused

Whos on whos side?

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Major Kiro smiled as he looked out over the fortifications his men had erected. The massive air field, home to one hundred Thunderbird aircraft, was now protected by a series of SAM batteries, Flak cannons, CIWS, mine fields and pre-con bunkers. His men had spread sand and gravel across the icy wasteland, turning the slick surfaces into workable VTOL landing pads. Troops had dug and melted tunnels throughout the area, linking the bunkers, hangers and control towers to a system of hardened underground barracks. The place was a bit chilly, and everything was crudely constructed, but it worked. The entire area was a testament to PRA talent and ingenuity.

Stepping down into the underground corridor, he passed the machine gun nests and nodded at a crew placing C-12 at selected intervals, a precaution in case a bunker were to be captured. Moving on, he stepped into the Comms room, and returned the salute of the officer operating the machinery.

"Major, good to see you. We've just got confirmation of the completion of the other four landing fields. We're now fully operational."

"Good. Send a confirmation of our status to all allied forces, and make sure that our defenses stay at peak performance. Any other news?"

"Yes sir. We've also recieved word that the AKA nation of St. Fedski has removed all ground support from the conflict. It looks like they're keeping a naval presence, and will most likely perform air support for the invaders. Still, better than nothing, ne?"

"Hrm. Not a very large nation, but every man counts. Keep me updated on the situation, I need to get back to assessing our defenses."

The two both saluted smartly, and the Major walked back out into the cold.

OOC: Ignore my first post, based off of bad OOC knowledge.

IC:
Deep within The Absolute the cabinet and President Ottoman II were deep in discussion. They raged against each other, war against overwhelming odds was never an easy thing to come to terms with. Frail hearts and skittish minds jumped back, reeling from the chance of defeat.

“We have no chance of winning this war, we can not sacrifice our country men for such a hopeless cause!”

The President responded in his typical hot headed manner, “With an attitude like that we have already lost, I will not abandon the people in that country to certain death, not while we can help!”

“But we will never reach the camps!”

“I will not go to sleep tonight knowing that thousands are being slaughtered like cattle, because… because of our own cowardice!”

“So you would sacrifice your own people to save a strangers!”

“Yes, I would, to fight for your fellow stranger like he was a brother is the highest form of virtue.”

“What they do in their nation is their business, not ours!?

“There are laws of humanity that are more important than the petty territorial claims of nations! I have made my decision and parliament supports me, we are going to war.”

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Numerous ports up and down the coast of The Infinite Crucible were a hive of activity. A little over two thousand ships of every sort, ranging from small crane ships to massive super-carriers. Millions of servicemen were mobilizing for war under the shadow of clouds of fighters and bombers. Moral was high, they knew the odds were stacked against them, but they were soldiers of The Infinite Crucible. They were soldiers of all that is holy and worthy. Victory, in their eyes, was assured.

Freddy was mulling over a large supply crate contemplating its cargo. “Whaddya think is in this here crate?” he asked a friend from basic.

“Victory cigars, for when we kick their asses!” his friend laughed. Numerous other soldiers around him let out hearty laughs. A military dockworker approached and began to flag down a crane.

He looked over at them with an annoyed look, “Try high explosives, so don’t dick around near these things.”

The rest of his squad groaned and walked away, they weren’t to report for another few hours, so it was time on the town.

“Hey Ben, what are you gunna do when we hit their shores?” Private Yarusi inquired, better known as Scrubs.

“I’m going to grab a big hunk of earth and smash a CP’s face in with it, fuck yea!” he smiled. Ben had served in the Northern Legion for a short period of time before being called back to the Central, and he had acquired a bit of a brutal streak.

A Sergeant from another squad approached Freddy, the squad leader, “I have news, the uploading of supplies is going faster than expected, you guys are to report for duty in half an hour.” He saluted hastily and then moved off, obviously to bring this sad news to more fun loving soldiers.

“Damn, that suck.”

“Yea, but lets go, don’t want to be late.”

So the squad moved back towards the docks to be assigned to a transport, all the way talking of how they would rip CP’s limb from limb, and climb up Peacemakers destroying them single-handedly.

The mobilization effort was massive to say the least. About eight million servicemen were being called for duty. The relative deployment would be as follows.

Naval Units:

2000 Ships Total
5 Apollo Class Super Carriers
20 Marathon Class Fleet Carriers
10 Spartan Class Light Carriers
15 Medusa Class VSTOL/Helicopter Carriers
10 Titan Class Battleships
15 Olympian Class Battleships
20 Humanity Class Battle cruisers
5 Zeus Class Super Arsenal Ships
30 Artemis Class Arsenal Ships
100 Zephyr Class Guided Missile Cruisers
50 Sol Class Guided Missile Cruisers
100 Solon Class Guided Missile Destroyers
50 Hercules Class Destroyers
150 Muse Class Anti Missile Frigates
50 Poseidon Class ASW Frigates
100 Odysseus Helicopter Landing Ships
10 Leviathan Class Ballistic Missile Subs
50 Charybdis Class Guided Missile Submarines
100 Hydra Class Attack Submarines
100 Brood Mother Class Submarines
The remaining ships are support ships, supply carriers, and what not.

Land Units:

Central Legion:

2nd – 4th Infantry Divisions
300,000 Crucible Soldiers
100 Hoplite LBT
100 Phalanx MBT
100 Ares Class Mobile SAM’s
500 Trireme IFV
500 Pegasus Multi Purpose Helicopters
100 Trojan Transport Helicopters
200 Sprite Light Assault Helicopter
100 Fury Class Gunships
Support Vehicles and what not

900,000 men total, highly mechanized

1st – 6th Mechanized Divisions
100,000 Crucible Soldiers
500 Trireme IFV
1000 Pegasus Multi Purpose Helicopters
300 Trojan Transport Helicopters
400 Sprite Light Assault Helicopters
300 Fury Class Gunships
100 Ares Class Mobile Sam’s
Support Vehicles

600,000 men total

1st and 2nd Calvary Division
3000 Sprite Light Assault Helicopters
2000 Fury Class Gunships
500 Erebus Class VTOL Fighters
Support Craft

1st and 2nd Armored Division
2000 Hoplite LBT’s
2000 Phalanx MBT’s
2000 Hera MLRS Mobile Rocket Systems
2000 Ares Class Mobile SAM’s

Northern Legion:

7th – 9th Infantry Divisions
400,000 Crucible Warriors
5000 Titan MBT’s
500 Ares Class Mobile SAM’s
7000 Achilles Howitzers
1000 Argo Class Mobile Howitzers

1,200,000 men total

7th Armored Core
10000 Titan MBT’s
1000 Ares Class Mobile SAM’s
3000 Argo Class Mobile Howitzers

Air Units:
These have no where to launch from as of yet, if anyone has airfields for use tell me.

3rd Command Wing
Numerous Support, Command, and Intelligence Aircraft

1st – 4th Air Superiority Wings
500 Chimera Air Superiority Fighters
200 Typhon Class Fighter Bombers
Support Aircraft

2nd – 7th Bombing Wings
500 Minotaur Class Bombers
300 Hades Class Attack Aircraft
Support Aircraft

1st Stealth Wing
100 Phoenix Class Stealth Bombers
100 Hyperion Class Stealth Attack Aircraft

1st High Altitude/Stealth
100 Jupiter Class Bombers
20 Guiding Light Class Escort Fighters

Space Weaponry
Undisclosed and Classified

Special Forces
Undisclosed and Classified

With production stepped up, the populace could be moved from processing, to construction of defenses. Automated factories were producing copious amounts of armaments and ammunition.

Like a demented farm, fields or razor ribbons and mines had been planted, trenches surrounded towns and the citizens loved it. The Psyche of the Psyker Bearzerker was not like any other, save for a few select dictators, but the whole nation craved war. It was archaic tradition that when a family member died in battle, the life mate or child take up their weapon and slay until death or victory.

Now a nation, tribal warfare was conducted by the warrior caste. The Seer Caste blessed and preached war. But the alliance with The Kraven Corporation changed that again. The seers were disbanded and sent to mine ore, the cities and metropolises became war factories, but the nation still craved war and victory and no social change, no technology, no treaty world epiphany could take away the Psyker Bearzerker's drive for slaughter of the enemy.

With the automated factories taking care of production the populace was sent to build the defenses. Anti Aircraft, radio and satellite towers to relay information and intelligence, the beaches, roads and inland became a fortress of defenses.

And now in what was to become the Psyker Bearzerker's greatest moment of victory and total war, they waited for their military to arrive, refurbished and trained in the most efficient of warlike ways, the way of the Kraven Corporation's Capitol Police.

You only wait for your inevitable demise

The 10th Corps had been deployed to Kraven territory recently, but they were already prepared for combat, even after having arrived just an hour or so previously, now their commander, General Arkady Simosin, was conferring with the Kraven High Command on where they should be placed for best effect.

Capitol Police ran through the bunker networks surrounding the shores of the Kraven Nation, in each sector troopers ran carrying large crates of ammunition, Reichmarshals were stood all over directing troops and weapons supplys...

Troopers loaded ammunition belts into Massive Assault cannons that lined bunkers, their thin slits looking out across the great Ice Sheets that surround the Kraven Nation... Claxons blared out and the Air waves were alive with Kraven Battlelanguage, to others it is incomprehensible, but to the Capitol police and Sardaukar it is a key sequence of garbled instructions that they are to carry out...

Capitol Police rushed to the Great walls surrounding the city of Kravonika, their GPMG's held in place against the great fortress walls, their enhanced vision given to them by the optical mags gave them a good veiw of the shore line where the ice sheet meets the land..


Coastal Deterant Batteries

Dweladelfia prime's fleet had somehow appeared near enough for the spotter teams of the Artillery to zero in on their position, it seemed funny to the Reichmarshals commanding these great Cannons...

"Begin range Lock"

"Understood Reichmarshal" A trooper spoke...

**Target Locking**

**Range To Targets... 100+km**

"You May fire when Ready"

**Targets Locked**

**Loading First Shell**

A massive crane began to lift the immense shell onto the conveyer that would take the shell and load it into the breach..

Carefully the shell was lowered onto the conveyer, then with a whiir of machinery the shell was carried up to the breach, followed by the sound of a large breach door closing..

**Shell Loaded**

a few seconds passed, then suddenly like a deafening roar of thunder the Coastal Deterant Battery Gun 1 opened fire, a bright ball of flame errupted out of the barrel as the 2500mm shell was launched in the direction of Primes ships... the Recoil compensators screamed in agony as they attempted to absorb the recoil, jets of steam gouted from the mechanism as the massive cannon slowly returned to its origonal positon....

The Shell screamed towards its targets, the Fleet of Prime, anyone near or around the fleet of Prime or anyone near Kravonika for that matter would be able to hear the immense roar of these cannons, designed to cause fear and force fleets to retreat out of the Range of these "Deterants"

"LOAD SECOND SHELL!" Roared the Reichmarshal as the Capitol Police began preparing another volley...

Then Like before a Second Cannon opened fire... Targeting Primes fleet these immense cannons lobbing shells far into the distance, firing at high velocity using the EM Rifling to ensure that the Shells stay relativly on target...

Several more shots were fired from the CDB's until finaly the Guns returned to their dormant positions while the Recoil compensators cooled down...

Once they were cool the bombardment would begin afresh and Prime would pay for Comming Too close to the Kraven shore....

Location: Vladistock Airforce Base, Northern Velkya
Time: 2200 hours

The base, even at this late hour, was abuzz with activity. After all, Vladistock (known as Ice Field by the soldiers) was the largest air field in the Union with over 50 airstrips and the headquarters of the Airforce. But this night, it was different. There were hundreds of aircraft at the base, of all shapes and sizes. Small LMF-2s and huge Arkbirds shared the tarmac together, and even a few foreign fighters, mostly from Dweladelfia Prime, were lined up readying for takeoff. The radio frequencies were jammed, and the control towers would have been swamped if it hadent been for the AI assistence.

Slowly, however, the runways began to clear, and over 1,200 aircraft were ready to take off.

Inside his cockpit, 2nd Lt. Jack "Ghost" Cole sat anxiously. He had been assigned to escort the 50 Arkbird bombers that were being readied to carry out Operation Wraith. His fighter sat beside one of the behemouths, it's sleek white frame visible even in the darkness. He scanned the horizon. He was first up to launch in his sqaudron. The landing lights for Runway 7 streched on for 3.1 miles, one of the largest in the base. Any time now, he would be taking off with them. Staring out of his canopy, he gazed at the stars.

Such a lovely night to die.

"General, our previous airstrike didn't do nearly as much damage as we might have hoped. Given the higher than expected numbers of missiles that ditched due to guidance, we believe that Kraven or its allies has managed to screw with the GPS systems somehow."

"Very well. We'll conduct a full-scale bombardment, with both the Valkyries and the Lancers." Pointing at a large map of Kraven and its surrounding territory, General Marks continued. "The Valkyries will come in *here* and launch their missiles, and the Lancers *here*. All the missiles will be going to the same general area, so this will help screw up their targetting abilities. Primary targets are airfields, secondary is SAM. We'll use the Kh-555 with its GPS system turned off."

"Why the Kh-555 sir? We've got larger stocks of the -86, and those have a larger warhead to boot."

"By now they've probably moved in interceptors from Kraven's allies. The -555 has a much longer range, removing that threat to our bombers."

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8 hours later, the Strategic and Tactical Support Divisions of the Civitas Americae Air Force reached their launch points, 1,800 miles away from Kraven. A total of 7,200 missiles, taken from the War Reserve Stockpile, sped on towards their targets as the bombers and their escorts began the long flight back home. Barring an act of God, a good deal of damage was going to be caused.

A cool blue earth rotate silently below the 50/50 squadron, re-armed after their recent bombing run on Axis Nova. From up here the earth seemed peaceful, miles below though hell was being unleashed on an allied fleet at massive shells were fired from shore batteries. One pilot, when he was old and grey, would tell his grandchildren, on the eve of his death, that he could see the muzzle flashes from space.

This was their second day in orbit, with only another day before they could return to earth they were looking forward to three days of rest while another set of pilots flew the 50/50’s. Suddenly a small blip of information appeared on the data screens. They contained coordinates and tactical photos from allied satellites. What they saw before them stole their breath away, massive shore cannons. These were their targets. Their orders were to test a single cannons defenses with a bombing run.

Voices came in quick secession as the squad prepped for combat.

“Ok guys look lively, we have a mission to do!”

“Two orbits until mission initiation, prepping weapons systems.”

“Triangulation in process, damn wish we still had the target satellite”

“A replacement is being prepped, going to be a few more weeks though”

“Coming up on second orbit, thrusters calculating re-entry angle.”

“All systems in the green, any reds over?”

“Green,” chirped the comsat numerous times.

Slowly the numerous sleek bombers descended into the atmosphere. Enemy radar would have most likely have detected them by now.

“Ok guys, prepare for angle shift, lets throw anything that may be following us off a bit!”

At that the squadron shifted angle and directions, hopefully buying them a few seconds before missiles could get an effective lock. The flames surrounding the bombers slowly subsided and their targeting systems quickly went to work. A single shore cannon was targeted to be hit by approximately twenty earth shaker missiles.

The missiles dropped from the internal bays and began to lock on to the shore cannon. The initial engines established an effective path, then the secondary thrusters kicked in. The missiles accelerated to over 500g’s as they raced towards earth. Upon impact they would be traveling at an excess of ten thousand meters a second. Needless to say the energy released would be enormous. The missiles utilized thermite warheads which would ignite to over four thousand degrees upon impact.

“Lets see how well it holds up to that!”

The squadron then quickly began to push back into the atmosphere, whether any missiles would catch up to them is yet to be known.

Then it came.

"Ghost 1, ready for take off."

He closed his eyes. Then opened them again.

"Roger that, Tower 1, taking off."

The ground crew began to scurrie, taking off the parking braces. The chief then gave Jack the thumbs-up.

Showtime...

Jack gripped the throttle. Pushing it back gently, he felt the engine hum and the plane began to move, faster and faster. He heard the engine begin to scream, and the plane hit 300 mph. He pulled up on the stick, and began to lift off. He was airborne.

The rest of his compatriots followed soon after. By 2330 hours, all aircraft were airborne.

Flying at nearly 100,000 feet in the sky, flying at Mach 1, the air fleet began to cross the ocean. In space, the crews of the 6 remaining Rod Cannons began locking on to enemy coastal defences. In minutes, they would be ready to fire.

Their target?

Concermo.

Blue-Two zig-zagged his fighter through the sky, above the storm clouds along with his two wingmates. The Admiral said to launch all fighters to scout the area and make sure no fleets were coming from extreme range. "Okay, tighten up and try to stay close, we don't want any badies coming at us."

Doing a barrel roll, a reply came in from Blue-Three. "Sir, I think we're coming up on the coast. The fleet didn't say anything about not engaging enemy forces. I think we should have alittle fun." A hint of ammusment in his voice.

"Negative and don't say that again. This area is clear we're heading back." A voice replied angrily. "You try to recommend strikes against civilian targets again, you're being sent back to the maintence shed. The Harrier II Raptors began to make their turn back to the fleet and entered the clouds and into the harsh rain and wind.

Al-Qamar Air Base, eastern Kahanistan

Office of Base Commander Major General Brutus Maximus

General Maximus was talking to an admiral on his phone. "We can't spare any more carriers? How are we going to get an air force to Kraven?"

"You could deploy the planes from the base, with Stratotankers to refuel them or something else. Might want to weld a machine gun or two onto the Stratotankers first, they might come under attack close to Kraven."

"How long will that take? I have 150 MiG-29's, several hundred Tomahawks, and 250 KC-135 Stratotankers I can spare."

"Should be enough, have the Stratotankers painted sky blue or something, make them harder to spot and the Kraven will hunt for your supposed carrier group for hours while their coastal defenses are getting bombed to hell."

"Good idea. And then our allies can storm Kravonika with their marines. Maybe we can ask them to break out our spies, we haven't heard anything from them since they joined up with that resistance unit."

The general hung up and promptly ordered that 250 KC-135 Stratotankers be fitted with M-60 machine guns welded to their fronts, fed with 500-round ammunition belts, and connected to the cockpit controls. The major in charge of the mechanical work estimated about two hours per Stratotanker, and with a crew of 300, could have all KC-135's armed with defensive weaponry within eight hours. The Kahanistan Air Force saw no sense in the system where refuelers went unarmed into hot zones. The Navy felt the same way, Nimitz-class vessels which normally held 85 planes only held 60. They had been fitted with anti-aircraft and cruise missiles for defense. They would never fight in the front as battleships or destroyers, but they could defend themselves if they were separated from their escorts.

Finally, those capitalist pigs would pay for their crimes.

Location: 800 km off Concermo coast
Time: 0232 hours

The hundreds of aircraft, teetering on the edge of space, began to form up into 3 sections.

Section A, comprised of Arkbirds, would strike at enemy armor and troops concentrations with their Steel Rain missile systems. Section B, comprised of bombers and escorts, would hit large military bases, such as barracks, airfields, and gun emplacments. Section C, comprised of attack craft and fighters, would gain air superiority over the battlefield.

All sections began to seperate. Section A, where Jack was assigned to, began to shuffle away from the main flight groups. They climbed to a slightly lower atltitude, in prepartion for releasing their Steel Rain.

In Section B, which was in reality dispersed all over the landscape, began to assign sqaudrons and flights with bases to hit once they reached the mainland.

Section C would do the same. Each flight was given a amount a airspace to patrol in case enemy fighter resistence showed up.

And so they fly on, ready to pay back the Kravens and their allies.

Secret IC:

The red phone rings again. General Theod walks over to the telephone and then picks it up. On the other end he hears that same familiar voice.

Galen: "Authorization has been made for a spy satelite to be prepared for geo-cyncranis orbit over the Nation of Civitas Americae. I want as much information on them as possible. I want troop numbers, military base locations, airbase locations. Anything that you can muster will be of importance to us."

Theod: "Yes, Sir. I will dispatch SpySat's 50, 51, 52, and 53 to the location. We'll get most of the information we need within the next 24 hours."

Galen: "Excelent. When you have something, send an encripted memo to me through the InterNational Network."

The phone then hangs up and Theod walks toward his main control consol and pushes the button to turn on the loud speaker in the room. "Alright Ladies and Gentlmen. Authorization Code Alpha Zulu Five Three Beta Four Niner. SpySat's Fifty through Fifty-Three confirmed to move to Coordinates Zulu Five Seven Niner. By Order of Galen Q. Leotardia. Execute."

Suddenly, dozens of people in the room began punching in numbers into the comptuers. Authorization codes and acess codes were being rapidly put in as the trajectories of the Spy Satelites in question were brought up on the main screen of the world. Solid lines were of their trajectores now and a dotted line was to where they were to be positioned. The trajectories loaded into the SpySats were one of a box formation over the Nation of Civitas Americae.

The spy sats were painted fully black so they would blend into the background of space. They were in a middle to high orbit around the planet so they would be difficult to spot using telescopes, other satelites, or space stations. The thrusters of the satelites used compressed gasses to move, making it difficult to see them move. Thus started an era of the Government of Shazbotdom distrusting the Government of Civitas Americae.

Location: Southport Air Force Base
Time: 0241 hours

At the Southport AFB, TASK FORCE BLUE was nearing final preperations for Phase 2 of Operation Wraith, the airborne assault of Concermo. Over 100,000 Velkyan Infantry and 2 Allied Marine Divisions from Civitas Americae would be in Concermo by dawn. Then, they would advance on the captial district of Concermo and attempt to take back Concermo from the Corparation.

Slowly, the tens of thousands of Allied soldiers filed into the thousands of Drop Pod Aircraft, which would deploy them into Concermo. These massive beasts required heavy escort, and the 4th Air Wing would provide them that, as well as top cover for the ground forces. Comprised of 500 RADF-2s and 200AA-17s, the 4th would ensure the survival of the airborne until they gained control of Concermo. Then, Phase 3 would begin.

SECRET IC:
***OFFICIAL IMPERIAL TRANSMISSION***
TO: Leadership of Kahanistan
FROM: Emperor Galen Q. Leotardia
ENCRIPTION: Alpha Five Three Niner
DISINTIGRATION CODE: Five Four Beta Three

Even though we have not and will not take any sides in this conflict, we are keeping an eye on the situations as it unfolds. We will also be keeping a watchful eye upon the Nation of Civitas Americae as we now find them majorly untrustworthy. Their disreguard for the private property of other soverign nations satelites as they blazed their guns in space to destroy any and all satelites that they saw fit has made them an enemy in the eyes of the people of Shazbotdom and it's Colonies.

I urge you to reconsider them as an allie, they are not to be trusted.

Capitol Police ran through the bunker networks surrounding the shores of the Kraven Nation, in each sector troopers ran carrying large crates of ammunition, Reichmarshals were stood all over directing troops and weapons supplys...

Troopers loaded ammunition belts into Massive Assault cannons that lined bunkers, their thin slits looking out across the great Ice Sheets that surround the Kraven Nation... Claxons blared out and the Air waves were alive with Kraven Battlelanguage, to others it is incomprehensible, but to the Capitol police and Sardaukar it is a key sequence of garbled instructions that they are to carry out...

Capitol Police rushed to the Great walls surrounding the city of Kravonika, their GPMG's held in place against the great fortress walls, their enhanced vision given to them by the optical mags gave them a good veiw of the shore line where the ice sheet meets the land..


Coastal Deterant Batteries

Dweladelfia prime's fleet had somehow appeared near enough for the spotter teams of the Artillery to zero in on their position, it seemed funny to the Reichmarshals commanding these great Cannons...

"Begin range Lock"

"Understood Reichmarshal" A trooper spoke...

**Target Locking**

**Range To Targets... 100+km**

"You May fire when Ready"

**Targets Locked**

**Loading First Shell**

A massive crane began to lift the immense shell onto the conveyer that would take the shell and load it into the breach..

Carefully the shell was lowered onto the conveyer, then with a whiir of machinery the shell was carried up to the breach, followed by the sound of a large breach door closing..

**Shell Loaded**

a few seconds passed, then suddenly like a deafening roar of thunder the Coastal Deterant Battery Gun 1 opened fire, a bright ball of flame errupted out of the barrel as the 2500mm shell was launched in the direction of Primes ships... the Recoil compensators screamed in agony as they attempted to absorb the recoil, jets of steam gouted from the mechanism as the massive cannon slowly returned to its origonal positon....

The Shell screamed towards its targets, the Fleet of Prime, anyone near or around the fleet of Prime or anyone near Kravonika for that matter would be able to hear the immense roar of these cannons, designed to cause fear and force fleets to retreat out of the Range of these "Deterants"

"LOAD SECOND SHELL!" Roared the Reichmarshal as the Capitol Police began preparing another volley...

Then Like before a Second Cannon opened fire... Targeting Primes fleet these immense cannons lobbing shells far into the distance, firing at high velocity using the EM Rifling to ensure that the Shells stay relativly on target...

Several more shots were fired from the CDB's until finaly the Guns returned to their dormant positions while the Recoil compensators cooled down...

Once they were cool the bombardment would begin afresh and Prime would pay for Comming Too close to the Kraven shore....

Ok wait a sec I never said that me fleet was that close to your coast. i'm going to disregard that post.

IC:

"Sir Ally fighters and bombers are taking off. " Send our fighters out to."

"Yes sir!"

"All flight crews prepare for take off."

Once all the planes were fitted and flight crews were ready all the F-99N Wolverine navel varient, took off heading for the coast.

It was peaceful, there is no other word to describe it. The elegant, yet deadly, fleet of The Infinite Crucible was quickly gliding its way across the sea. Sergeant Freddy Reddell looked out at all that had been assembled around him. His head rested on the railing of the transport ship, moving up and down with the rocking of the surf. He was quietly murmuring poetry to himself, all of it original. The talent had slowly grown in him over the course of his life.

The fleet had set sail just hours ago and was making its way to initiate attacks on the Kraven scum and its allies. That didn’t matter now, though, Freddy was at peace with the rolling sea, floating poetry, and glowing sun.

“Think fast!”

Before Freddy could do anything a large foam football hit him from behind and bounced over him flying into the sea below. Freddy turned around, rather disgruntled, and looked at Corporal Nu Barrack, the support gunner of the squad, and clown. A great grin spread across his face, the loss of the football mattered naught, the joke had worked. He walked up to Reddy and gave him a massive bear hug, “Common man, don’t get so down… it was just a football, I don’t care you lost it.”

At this Freddy couldn’t help but grin, “You son uv a bitch.” Freddy proceeded to shove Nu in a friendly way. A short friendly tussle began in response to this, Nu’s superior strength prevailing in the end.

“Hey, get your asses over here!” Private Hunter Yarusi yelled from their bunk, “Or I will smack both you around, its time for some poker!”

The two men entered their smoky bunk and sat down for a relaxing game of cards.

The fleet continued to sail for its target. Fighters were on constant patrol and the fleet as a whole was prepared for any enemy contacts. That, however, was unlikely as it was headed nowhere near the Kraven homeland.

100 Nautical Miles from coast of Kraven Corporation

The Nimitz class Supercarrier Katrina was en-route to Kraven Corporation territory.
"Katrina to Kraven Corp. defenses. We are on approach, south-west inbound." The admiral, Adm. Fer'Ock Mav'Era, was annoyed...like usual. He turned to his nearest cadet.
"Relay flare-up orders to Dragoon Leader."
"Understood." The ensign saluted and proceeded to the mess deck. Once there...
He reached over to a convienently placed megaphone, and barked into it, "Dragoon units 1-60, report to the deck for flare-up!"

10 minutes later, on the deck of the Katrina...

Corporal Nancy Venktura was edgy....like usual. She strapped on her helmet and climbed into Dragoon 1.
"Dragoon 1 to KSS. Ready for flare."
"Flare in five."

Five minutes pass...

The deck was barren of all tech crews. They were back in the super-structure, waiting for them to lift off. Each helicopter was a Cobra attack helicopter, attached were Maverick Air-to-Surface missles and Sidewinder air-to-air missles, enough for an extended firefight. Each helicopter, though, generated so much downforce that sometimes a missle would sink into the ocean or ground. The intercomm clicked on.
"Flare up in 5...4...3...2...1...FLARE-UP!" All of a sudden, 60 helicopters were in the air and away.

Location: Coastal batteries on Concermo coast
Time: 0302 hours

Captiol Police stood watch on the shorelines of Concermo, standing by the massive batteries that protected the newly-captured prize. The night-vision equipment scanned the horizon for any enemy ships, although this was quite futile, as there were no ships anywhere near there. Two police troopers silently walked along the walls, machine-guns in hand.

Then, there was a mighty roar. Two Halbred attack fighters screamed past the barricade at near-hypersonic speed. Even the feared Capitol Police were startled.

Of course, that was before a pair of fuel air bombs hit the wall at Mach 5.

Operation Wraith had truly begun.

The bulk of the Brettonian Army had arrived in Kraven Corporation's territory. The humongous heavy-lift air transports had operated round-the-clock missions to bring the behemoth A7V Peacemaker multi-legged tanks halfway across the world, and the results had finally come to fruition. Hundreds upon hundreds of Peacemakers were now mobilizing to various targets across the Kraven Corporation, reacting to problem sectors and destinations provided by Kraven's own defense command. Thousands of the smaller two-legged A4G Partisan tanks followed in suit, serving as the Peacemakers' close escort and support units. Entire regiments of AS-004H Stahlkörpe assault suits were in virtually every area of importance.

The Brettonian Army was a massive, sluggish creature, but once it got moving, it raised dust. Lots of dust.

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- Aboard Peacemaker Pz-274 -

"Commander, the Kraven batteries have begun firing."

The commander nodded.

"Allright. The show has begun, gentlemen! Bring up the datafeed from the Kraven defense ministry and let's find some targets."

A holographic screen appeared before them.

"There, an aircraft carrier. A big one. Relay to the other Peacemakers and fire a salvo."

"Understood, Commander!"

- Outside -

A whirring noise exited from the Peacemakers that had established themselves a mile or so behind the Kraven costal batteries as their primary turrets began rotating forward on massive, nearly-frictionless electric motors. The turrets swung around to face straight ahead in a few seconds, and began making pinpoint corrections. Three loud snaps issued as clamps secured the turrets in their positions. The Peacemakers' toes slammed into the ground on their pneumatics, firmly assuring that they would not deviate from their positions.

Within the turrets, magnets raised a massive seventy-eight centimeter transuranic slug into the base of the barrel. The rings of magnets down the barrel began flickering to life, and the shell began "hovering" between them. An extremely low-pitch humming began issuing from within the Peacemakers' armored bodies as the railcar-sized capacitors began charging up for the massive discharge that was about to follow. The noise became progressively louder as electrical discharges began flickering down the barrels of the enormous railguns. Eventually, huge electrostatic buildups began causing particles of dust to rise up from the ground and stick to the Peacemaker's body. An eery bluish-white light began issuing from the mouth of the railgun's barrel, and even more electricity played over the surface. Suddenly, the noise stopped. An instant later the gigantic slug exited the barrel at nearly 7,000 meters-per-second. For a instant, a split second, a single frame on a high-speed camera, a transparent, ghostly red shape existed at the muzzle. A frame later it was gone, nearly a third of its way to the target. A gigantic cloud of coolant blasted from the Peacemaker's turret, with smaller jets shooting out of vents all over the barrel, quickly venting heat before damage could be done to the onboard systems. Clouds blasted out from the dozen Peacemaker's that had reached the shore as well as twelve slugs sailed towards the Fallen Races fleet. Their flight would only last a scant few moments.

---

Six seconds after leaving the barrel of the Peacemaker, the slug was half an inch from the deck of an Admiral-class carrier.

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- 60,000 feet above the Kraven Corporation -

A squadron of eighteen BA-104 Arbiter bombers cruised on patrol around Mach 2, somewhere the the area jointly referred to as "the gap between Earth and space."

"Ahhh... boss, we're recieving a transmission from the Kraven command."

The navigator radioed to the aircraft commander.

"Well, let's have it.

The commander returned.

"They've identified enemy surface targets some hundred kilometers off the coast. We are to commence attack with antishipping missiles. Coordinates are included."

"I see... very well. Bombardier?"

"Captain."

"Arm the antishipping missiles, targets have been provided. Same goes for the drones."

"Sir!"

"EWO, DFO?"

"Sir."

Two voices came.

"Begin operations. I doubt the enemy has anything that can reach us at cruising altitude, but we're not to take any chances."

"Understood!"

"Allright. Let's make it happen."

The squadron began accelerating to even higher speeds and climbing to higher altitudes. By the time they were within firing range of their antishipping missiles, they had already climbed to over 72,000 feet and were exceeding Mach 3; cruising speed.

The eight externally mounted Middleman drones dropped off each bomber's wings and fired their scramjets, rocketing ahead at even greater speeds. They would eventually reach speeds nearly in excess of Mach 10. Each one carried six hypersonic antishipping missiles. As each bomber deployed their Middlemen, a fully forty-eight antishipping missiles were now being toted to their tagrets via drone for every bomber present. The first wave, over eight hundred antishipping missiles, would be launched from the drones at the last possible moment to ensure maximum velocity and evasion of antimissile systems of the distantly-offshore Dweladelfia prime fleet. They would also strike from a nearly vertical angle of attack, leaving the naval defenses only a scant few seconds to take action, provided they were even detected in the first place.

Each Arbiter bomber carried thirty-six identical antishipping missiles within their own bomb bays. Even if the drones failed to get enough of their ordnance on target, the bombers themselves would finish the job.

CONFIDENTIAL IC:
DEMOCRATIC SOVIET REPUBLIC OF KAHANISTAN
Office of the President

Encryption Code Zeta-4-9-1-7
Destruct Code Pi-5-1-6-3

From: President Mohammed bin Yusuf al-Za'if
To: Emperor Galen Q. Leotardia of Shazbotdom
Re: Civitas Americae

The Government of Kahanistan is willing to overlook its differences in military doctrine with Civitas Americae and fight together as allies. This war is not about dictating internal policy to foreign powers, at least in Kahanistan, the matter is about driving the unholy Kraven Corporation, that epitome of capitalistic depravity, out of the sovereign territory of our ally, the Holy Empire of Xirnium, where they seek to harvest slaves and breeders, and preventing them from expanding into other territories.

While Kahanistan hopes that reform will come within Kraven, aided by the Kraven resistance, before they are completely destroyed, even if the Kahanistan military wanted to, we simply would be unable to spare the military forces for a protracted war with Kraven.

Signed,
President Mohammed bin Yusuf al-Za'if

The Admiral George is looking at a report that there are enamy planes fireing missils down on the ally fleet.

"Send up a preasent for them."

"Ay sir. Fire Foxtrot High altitude Anti-Aircraft Missile!"

5 Foxtrot missiles were fired at the enamy planes, Each man prayed that they would hit.

The calm crisp air of the salty seas surrounding Motri City Naval Base were permeated by the loud "thump! thump!" of thousands, no, millions of soldiers, marching to what would be their almost certain destruction, while thousands of tanks, artillery, and supply trucks sped towards the waters to board the tens of thousands of transport ships, itching for a fight. In the waters, at least 750 ships of assorted kinds rested in the water, preparing for what would definitely be the fight of their lives, and 1,000s of landing boats

New Naval Specs:

50 Iowa class battleships

105 DD class destroyers(Actually being planned by the U.S. navy as of now)

40 Nimitz class aircraft carriers

125 Freedom class frigates(Also in planning)

85 Ticonderoga class cruisers

50 Nautilus class submarines

110 Dealey class destroyer escorts

60 USS Freedom patrol vessels

25 Aaron Ward class minelayers

20 Accentor class coastal minesweepers

10 HSV-2 Swift oceanic minesweepers

As the attack on the ground commenced, Captain Gary Holkins and the rest of his flight of RADF-2s patroled at about 90,000 feet. Suddenly, Gary's radio crackled to life.

"This is EWACs SkyEye 4, enemy bombers at ultra high altitude have been detected, you are ordered to seek out and engage. You are cleared for laser guided AtA and guns only, is that clear?"

"Crystal."

"Enemy bomber have released payload, stop them before they can cause more damage to the fleet!"

"Roger that control, moving out and engaging."

With that, the 6 fighters broke off their patrol route, to be filled in with surplus LMF-2s, and screamed towards the enemy bomber flight.

Meanwhile, the GPS sats assigned to the conflict detected the Peacemaker tanks by their muzzle flashs. Automatically sending this information to Command and Control, C&C then relayed it to an Arkbird flight. Armed with a massive payload of standoff missiles known as Steel Rain, they began to fly a course for the Peacemakers.

- Skies above the Kraven Corporation coastline -

The full one hundred forty-four Middleman drones rocketed overhead distantly above, tearing through the atmosphere at nearly seven thousand miles-per-hour. This was slowly destroying the drones' fraile aluminium airframes, but this was of no concern to them; it's not like they'd be returning anyway.

Roughly one mile out and fifty-eight thousand feet above the Dweladelfia prime fleet, the drones loosed their gigantic missile fullisade. Each drone spewed six antishipping missiles, filling the sky with targets. The missiles dropped back, pointed their noses toward the sea below, and activated their rocket motors. In a matter of seconds, more than eight hundred antishipping missiles were flying out of the sky at hypersonic speeds, heading straight down at the hapless fleet below.

The drones themselves held back a moment, then briefly cut their engines. Rocket apogee motors in the nose pointed them towards the ground as well, then they too reignited their scramjets. Their unused rocket boosters kicked into effect; in short order they had surpassed their own missiles, barreling down at speeds upwards of Mach 8.

Minutes later...

The half-dozen RADF-2s under Captain Holkins cut through the air at nearly Mach 6 as they approached the bombers. Getting closer, they activate their regular thurst engines and disengage the SCRAM jet. Slowing to Mach 4, they descend upon the bomber formation. By now, the enemy bombers must have us on RADAR, the Captain thought.

"All Coyote flight, engage!"

The flight put a rain of cannon fire down on the fleet as they readied their LGAAs, tearing though the metal of the bombers like tinfoil.

Payback...

"Commander! Above us!"

The fourth bomber in the first formation began losing altitude as flames and a plume of black smoke erupted from its starboard engines.

"DFO! EWO! Let's see some action!"

"Sir!"

The bombers' radar-guided 30mm CIWS guns opened fire, throwing up a barrage of self-propelled explosive shells. At the same time, a battery of countermeasures flew into action: flares began flying out of concealed ports on the front of the wings and coolant was discharged from vents all over the fuselage, quickly masking their heat signatures from infrared guidance.

Um what about the missiles I sent up to you.

<see OOC thread, please>

"Bandits are armed, evasive manuevers!"

The 6 ship formation actually sliced though the enemy bombers, emerging on the bottom.

"Captain, Coyote 3, wing damage!"

Holkin looked at the aircraft. There was a thin line of smoke coming though the left wing.

"Alright, form back up and pull foward, we're going for a joust!"

"Oh no..."

The 6 aircraft passed under the enemy formation, and accelrated past, coming far in front of them.

"Turn and engage!"

With unreal grace, the 6 fighters turned and began speeding towards the fleet of bombers. Locking on with autolaser trackers, they released their payload as 12 missiles streaked out, 2 per plane. The SCRAMs kicked in, and the missiles went hypersonic, coming right at the face of the bombers.

"Bring down those fighters, now!!"

The interceptors were constantly peppered with shellfire, courtesey of the billions of Brettonian taxpayer jions spent on the top-of-the-line CIWS guidance.

"Tracking acoustic signatures, deploying countermeasures!"

"They've fired more missiles!"

"Retarget!"

The guns switched from the enemy fighters to their missiles, detonating the bulk of them or causing "fratricide" as their warheads detonated. Two got through, shearing off one Arbiter's port wing extension. The bomber attempted to stabilize, but began falling out of formation as well. Two explosions detonated at the front and center as the crew cabin was ejected; the radically altered airframe quickly caused the Arbiter to begin spiraling out of control, and it eventually disintegrated.

"Take those fucks out!"

The vulcan guns opened again.

This time, Coyote 3 wasn't so lucky. A burst of vulcan fire nailed his right wing, tearing it off somewhat. He began to stall, but recovered somewhat enough for him to eject. His canopy burst, and he shot out like a rocket.

Holkin was peeved at this immensly. After calling for a rescue for Coyote 3, he rallied his flight.

"Well, looks like it's 2 to 1, huh? Time for a shutout..."

"All units, break out of formation and engage enemy bombers with guns. If you get a clear missile shot, take it, understood?"

A wave of acknowlegements followed.

"Engage, Engage!"

The fighters seperated and began raking the formation again with cannon fire, only this time, they weren't in a nice straight line to shoot at.

Another battery of flares ejected from the bombers, and were then followed by chaff, as well as more venting coolant. The CIWS guns fired without tire, their explosive shells taking a toll on the enemy bandits.

"TT-6, can you recover?"

The navigator asked over the radio to the wounded bomber.

"I think we'll live. We're dropping our payload and returning to friendly territory with all due haste!"

"Understood. Be quick!"

The damaged Arbiter's bomb bays, loaded with antishipping missiles, dropped out of its fuselage. Unburdened, it began picking up speed, breaking formation with the rest of the squadron and heading further inland.

"Commander, we're at the launch point!"

"Allright. Keep hammering those asscans and deploy missiles!"

The Arbiters bomb bays opened, and the tips of their rotary missile launchers appeared. The bulk of them composed the second wave of antishipping missiles, but the two "outrider" bombers were armed with air-to-air missiles. The antishipping numbers took off, sending even more warheads which would fly over the enemy fleet and dive down from above. The air-to-air missiles, whose launchers could rotate outside of their bomb bays, loosed their own streaks towards the marauding interceptors.

Jamming systems aboard the RADF-2s activated, and the aircraft broke off, avoiding the enemy missiles easily.

"Sir, there's an enemy bomber breaking off!"

"Don't worry, it's flying right into Romeo's CAP zone, it's a goner."

"Roger that!"

"Break off and launch another salvo of missiles at the bombers!"

Locking on, the fighters released another salvo (count 10), and proceeded to hammer away with their guns as the missiles approached.

[Note that the missiles are being fired from multiple directions]

"Missiles away!"

"Good! Get us the hell out of here, I bet those dingbats can't beat us at full acceleration."

The bomber formation began turning away, staying close such that their guns could cover each other. More enemy missiles exploded as the CIWS did its job, either from direct hits or near-misses via the warheads' proximity fuses. The bombers' countermeasure systems linked with each other, creating effective triangulation against incoming enemy warheads.

The bombers threw their throttles to maximum power, kicking their afterburners into effect.

The CIWS guns stopped briefly as empty ammunition casettes were ejected and new ones were slammed into place, and the barrage continued.

Oh,but beat them they did, as the fighters climbed to Mach 4, guns blazing all the way, screaming past the bombers.

"Coyote, this is Romeo 1, moving in the engage enemy bomber formation!"

"Golf 1 here, we have been vectored to provide assistance in taking down the enemy formations!"

"Roger that!"

With 2 additional flights, it was now 17 vs 9. The next two flights went on their SCRAM jets, and shot towards the enemy bombers, detrimined to bring them all down.

[17 vs. 9? I've been put out two bombers thus far...]


"What the hell is powering those things?!?"

The commander demanded.

"They're like the Middleman, I bet! Scramjets!"

"I wasn't asking for your opinion!! Get us back into Kraven airspace, that'll clear them out! Also, get the fifth wing out here! They've got more antiaircraft missiles than they know what to do with!"

Another missile penetrated the defense screen, narrowly missing the crew cabin of an outrider bomber and exploding with relatively little effect within the now-empty bomb bays. Another two feet to the left and it would have set off one of the bomber's engines.

"Well!? When does our support arrive?!"

"Give it another two minutes, sir!"

A missile exploded perilously close to the bomber's forward windows.

"Commander, we've re-entered Kraven's air defense network!"

"Finally! Allright, dive! Take us lower! They'll bugger off once Kraven's guns start lighting up the area!"

The bombers began sharply descending, jettisoning excess fuel and redlining their afterburners.

[17 vs. 9? I've been put out two bombers thus far...]


"What the hell is powering those things?!?"

The commander demanded.

"They're like the Middleman, I bet! Scramjets!"

"I wasn't asking for your opinion!! Get us back into Kraven airspace, that'll clear them out! Also, get the fifth wing out here! They've got more antiaircraft missiles than they know what to do with!"

Another missile penetrated the defense screen, narrowly missing the crew cabin of an outrider bomber and exploding with relatively little effect within the now-empty bomb bays. Another two feet to the left and it would have set off one of the bomber's engines.

"Well!? When does our support arrive?!"

"Give it another two minutes, sir!"

A missile exploded perilously close to the bomber's forward windows.

"Commander, we've re-entered Kraven's air defense network!"

"Finally! Allright, dive! Take us lower! They'll bugger off once Kraven's guns start lighting up the area!"

The bombers began sharply descending, jettisoning excess fuel and redlining their afterburners.


There was the sliding Noise of AA breachs shutting as 120mm flak cannons all across the Kraven Defense network opened up, across the lines bright plumes of Muzzle flair exploded into the air lobbing shells towards the Enemy Aircraft approaching...

it was like a great symphony of destruction each cannon singing its own tune as all across the great sky, black plumes of smoke errupted as the shells exploded sending flak and other debry flying into enemy air craft....

The Dreaded ZSU 633's began to track incomming hostiles, they would'nt fire yet until the air craft got brave and continued through the flak barrage..

The Missiles from Crucibles 50/50's streaked down towards the Immense Gun Batteries that were pounding the fleet of Prime, Prime was foolish enough to sit his fleet off the coast of kravonika where these immense Batteries were protecting, there was another Ball of fire as a second cannon lobbed another massive shell towards its target...

The missiles continued towards their target...

ZSU 633's began tracking multiple incomming targets, designed not only to fire against Air craft but acting also as Anti missile defense systems...

The turrets swung upwards, their barrels rotating quickly bring them up to the optimal speed.... then mutliple ZSU's opened fire activating their "Wall of Lead"

A couple of missiles streaked into the wall, exploding in a ball of fire, the ZSU's redirected their aim at another target... one missile streaked past the Network, Impacting with a large fire ball against the Armoured cliff face, Rock began to bubble and drip into the sea as the immense temperatures turned it into molten slag...

The Cannon fired once more, Unhindered by the first missile..

A second Streaked into the side of the Opening for the cannon, A capitol Police trooper was incerated as he became engulfed by flames, he never let out a scream of pain he just silently burnt... the armoured cliff face was taking a pounding from the missiles of the 50/50's but so far had come off relativly unscathed...

There was another explosion from a missile, however it had over stretched the mark and struck a patch of land above the cannons ontop of the cliff...

Inside there was a gentle rumble and dust filtered down through the air as the Reichmarshal ordered the Cannon to cease fire...

Taking up his binoculars he veiwed the Fleet that his Cannon was firing at...

"Prepare to Engage cooling systems..."

Two sets of vents on the surface of the cliff suddenly began gouting massive billows of steam as the Cannons recoil absorber systems began releasing the built up heat from their constant bombardment...

The Kraven AA Missile systems, the only ones actually capable of returning fire against the 50/50's opened fire, the Devestator class AA missile defense system locked on, this was an automated weapons platform and as soon as the Craft had appeared in the atmosphere many of these SAM sites prepared to fire, All across the Kraven Defense network these SAM sites opened fire, The missiles were launched at the 50/50s multiple Devestator Missiles streaking towards their targets...

The Devestator Missiles were a smaller version of the Tomahawk cruise missile, designed to target Air craft, they were deadly accurate using the Command relays Radar information to activly track its targets, conventional ECMS would not work against these, however pilots with some intelligence may be able to dodge them or in some circumstances, if the planes are fitted with them, jam the missiles frequency... but that involved finding the frequency as well...

(Sorry for late post, I was asleep all day x.x)

As the Brettonian bombers cross back into Kraven airspace, their guardian angels make a belated appearance as a dozen Peregrine UAVs (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=9268177&postcount=12) make their appearance, having been vectored in by Axis Nova's carrier-based radar without having to power on their own onboard systems. Locking onto the attacking fighters with their LIDAR, they each fire two long-range air to air missiles as they charge in at Mach 2, then salvo IMP kinetic kill missiles as they begin charging in for a gun battle.

And meanwhile, flying only a few meters above the frozen surface of the ocean, 24 Falcon ground attack UAVs slip outwards towards the enemy fleet...

---

Meanwhile, the gigantic fleet of reinforcements continues to close on Kraven. It only has 8 hours left to go.

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In Kraven, the Axis Nova forces that have arrived so far are mostly setting up communications equipment, air defenses, field bases, artillery positions, and the like. The two destroyer skyships, eight frigate skyships, and sixteen corvette skyships mostly orbit over the nation, providing additional radar and datalink support, and waiting for the main fleet to arrive. Additional Peregrines circle as well.

To: Kraven High Command

From: General Arkady Simosin, Commander, 10th Corps

Subject: Deployment

Kraven Commander, we are landed, and ready to move to whatever point you designate as our Axis of Defence, depending on the distance and terrain involved we can be deployed and dug in in less than 3 hours.

***OFFICIAL PROCLIMATION***
To: All Involved
From: Emporer Galen Q. Leotardia

It seems a little odd that a nation such as The Holy Empire of Civitas Americae is going to war to combat slavery when information has come to the attention of the Pure Socialist Holy Empire that The Holy Empire of Civitas Americae itself has slavery within their nation. It has come to our attention (from satelite imagry and other means) that anyone who is convicted of any crime, be it rape or jaywalking, is forced into concentrtion camps and slavery within The Holy Empire of Civitas Americae. For me this is puzzling, one nation is attacking another for slavery when they themselves are slave drivers. I URGE all nations involved to see The Holy Empire of Civitas Americae for what they truly are, a slave driver nation that just wants to corner the market and take out their competition.

As such, we pledge our forces to no one in this matter and are preparing to free the slaves of The Holy Empire of Civitas Americae with whatever force we can muster up. All military units are on high aleart and the Reserves are being called up and are having refresher courses in combat operations.

You attack one nation for slavery while helping another, this is a sad day for the international community.

"Sir Enamy ships closing, The fleet is huge!"

"Send fighters, But the Battle ships and Dreadnoughts in front. Stop there advance!"

Location: Coastal batteries on Concermo coast
Time: 0302 hours

Captiol Police stood watch on the shorelines of Concermo, standing by the massive batteries that protected the newly-captured prize. The night-vision equipment scanned the horizon for any enemy ships, although this was quite futile, as there were no ships anywhere near there. Two police troopers silently walked along the walls, machine-guns in hand.

Then, there was a mighty roar. Two Halbred attack fighters screamed past the barricade at near-hypersonic speed. Even the feared Capitol Police were startled.

Of course, that was before a pair of fuel air bombs hit the wall at Mach 5.

Operation Wraith had truly begun.


The Wall exploded in a great ball of fire... the fuel burnt against the wall, flames licking against the Titrete as the fuel burnt at high temperatures...

The Two troopers stood on the wall were engulfed by the fire ball, they just stood as the flames burnt away the flesh, they were two menacing inferons...

They turned to watch the fighers roar off before they finaly succumbed to the flames and they both collapsed to the ground...

As the two fighters Raced away, The AA guns of the Corporation opened fire, errupting in a bright flurry of muzzle flare, the night air howled with the pounding of guns as the Kraven Defenses opened fire...

To: Kraven High Command

From: General Arkady Simosin, Commander, 10th Corps

Subject: Deployment

Kraven Commander, we are landed, and ready to move to whatever point you designate as our Axis of Defence, depending on the distance and terrain involved we can be deployed and dug in in less than 3 hours.

To: General Arkady Simosin.
From: The Kraven Defense Network

Your Designated area of defense will be in the West of Kraven just south of Cydonia, The Defenses are already in place and await your arrival, Automated Defenses are online but your nation has been added to the IFF systems.

The K.D.N

“Yeeehaaaaaaww!”

The 50/50’s were quickly accelerating out of the atmosphere. The crafts shook as they tore through the earths protective layer. Bright streams of light flew off the crafts chassis in random elegant streaks, as ozone crackled around them. It was the ultimate adrenaline rush, and it was about to get a deadly spice.

Alarms began to blare within the 50/50’s, missiles were closing at rapid speeds.

“Alright guys, lets rock and roll, we knew this was going to happen!”

Each pilot here was top of the line, and they had each dodged plenty of missiles in their day, but his was going to be a test unlike any other, and the penalty of failure was the very highest.

The 50/50’s began to break formation and split up, each still rushing for the safety of space. The tremendous rippling currents of energy that followed the 50/50’s flailed wildly.

The missiles quickly closed on the bombers. The pilots initiated evasive action, and ingeniously using the massive currents of energy rippling off the 50/50’s as a premature detonator. The first wave of missiles were reduced to molten slag and detonated behind each of the 50/50’s but before any congratulations could be issued the second wave was upon them.

Their thrusters kicked up and they once again increased their angle of elevation, buying them precious few seconds as the missiles retargeted. Some missiles began to fail as they lacked the proper thrust to exit the atmosphere falling away from the 50/50’s to the earth below. Plenty still remained though to make short work of the bombers.

They pushed forwards at even faster speeds, but the missiles continued to close.

“Alright guys we are almost there, cross sweep now!”

The bombers initiated a rapid formation shift flinging out massive wakes of energy that shattered numerous missiles sending them plummeting to earth below. Suddenly the massive G’s resided and they knew they had reached space. They continued to push on in case the missiles pursued them past the world, then they noticed something.

A 50/50 was missing, Jameson.

“Shit was he hit!?”

“I don’t know!”

“No we would have known, what happened?”

The pilots would never know, but he had been caught by one of the very wakes that were used to prevent the missiles from hitting the 50/50s. It had caught him across the cockpit immediately vaporizing him and most of his 50/50. There was no time for the computer to broadcast his death to the other 50/50’s.

The Infinite Crucible had lost one of its finest.

(Were those my missils)

(Were those my missils)
no they were kravens, use the OOC thread for stuff like this pls

The Kahanistan Air Force took off for Kravonika. The fleet of 150 MiG-29's and 250 refitted KC-135 Stratotankers headed straight for Kraven airspace, flying extremely low, while over the sea they would often fly at only ten to twenty meters above sea level. They would take about twelve hours to reach Kraven, with orders to destroy the defenses around Kravonika while avoiding civilian targets. They were there to free the people of Kraven, not kill them. That was the job of the monstrous Capitol Police.

While the aircraft were heading for Kraven, Foreign Minister Delray wrote a sarcastic, angry letter to the Shazbotdomese Government and sent copies to the heads of state of the other members of the Ottoman Alliance.

DEMOCRATIC SOVIET REPUBLIC OF KAHANISTAN
Ministry of Foreign Affairs

From: Minister of Foreign Affairs Margaret Delray
To: Emperor Galen Q. Leotardia of Shazbotdom and other heads of state of Ottoman Alliance nations

We applaud your government for its naked display of hypocrisy in interceding while we were attending to the slavery and mass murder in Jenrak, a nation indistinguishable from Kraven in their capitalistic depravity, to the point where our nations fought each other, ostensibly to protect the sovereignty of the capitalist pigs, yet you see fit to interfere with the internal policies of Civitas Americae.

While we do not oppose your intervention to free the slaves, and in fact are glad to have received your intelligence on their slaveholdings and plan to intervene after the Kraven War is over, and Kraven, which threatens the world, is defeated and our troops are available in other slave-holding nations, we feel obligated to let the rest of the Ottoman Alliance know that their ally is a hypocrite who threatens democratic nations which seek to end slavery, yet has no compunctions at all about doing exactly the same thing to Civitas Americae that Kahanistan tried to do in Jenrak.

Margaret Delray,
Minister of Foreign Affairs

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DEMOCRATIC SOVIET REPUBLIC OF KAHANISTAN
Ministry of Foreign Affaris

To: Government of Civitas Americae

We are appalled that a nation we counted among our allies for fighting against the capitalistic Kraven imperialists who would enslave the world is itself a slaveholding nation. While we have no objections to sentencing criminals to hard labor on government works for a fixed term of several years as a means of punishment for the most heinous and serious crimes, when it amounts to slavery for minor offenses we must object in the most strenuous terms to such cruel and inhumane punishment.

Margaret Delray,
Minister of Foreign Affairs

The Kahanistan Air Force took off for Kravonika. The fleet of 150 MiG-29's and 250 refitted KC-135 Stratotankers headed straight for Kraven airspace, flying extremely low, while over the sea they would often fly at only ten to twenty meters above sea level. They would take about twelve hours to reach Kraven, with orders to destroy the defenses around Kravonika while avoiding civilian targets. They were there to free the people of Kraven, not kill them. That was the job of the monstrous Capitol Police.

While the aircraft were heading for Kraven, Foreign Minister Delray wrote a sarcastic, angry letter to the Shazbotdomese Government and sent copies to the heads of state of the other members of the Ottoman Alliance.




The Kraven Defense Network lit up like a Christmas tree, Multiple Pings inbound towards Kravonika...

"Reichmarshal, We are picking up multiple inbounds"

"Signal to the Command Relay, Order them to inform the Capitol Police of the situation, They will prepare the Flak Cannons for their arrival, The Automated SAM system will take care of them....

Crucibles 50/50's had returned to their orbital zones, and the SAM's returned to their dormant status, deactivating their active weapons control, but still maintaining a constant Radar sweep ensuring any foolish enough to come near the network would regret the decision instantly..

Still the Capitol Police waited for the enemy to arrive, so far the AKA had been testing the water so to speak, and hopefully the retaliation would be enough to cause them to run with their tails between their legs, and re think commiting forces to Kravonika..

To: General Arkady Simosin.
From: The Kraven Defense Network

Your Designated area of defense will be in the West of Kraven just south of Cydonia, The Defenses are already in place and await your arrival, Automated Defenses are online but your nation has been added to the IFF systems.

The K.D.N

Reply:

Understood.

The 10th Corps moved out, their armored units were generally Metalsotorms, M1-E4 MBTs, or Tiger IIB heavy weapons tanks, while the Infantry was generally transported in Bradley AFVs, but the moat impressive units wer the Mechanized infantry, a full division of Wyvern MkII Powered Combat Armor, capable of being mounted with a variety of weapons, they were the true workhorses of the Corps infantry portion.

It took nearly an hour, but they got to their positions, and took their spots in the available defensive works.

Lets do the time warp again!

DEMOCRATIC SOVIET REPUBLIC OF KAHANISTAN
Ministry of Foreign Affairs

From: Minister of Foreign Affairs Margaret Delray
To: Emperor Galen Q. Leotardia of Shazbotdom and other heads of state of Ottoman Alliance nations

We applaud your government for its naked display of hypocrisy in interceding while we were attending to the slavery and mass murder in Jenrak, a nation indistinguishable from Kraven in their capitalistic depravity, to the point where our nations fought each other, ostensibly to protect the sovereignty of the capitalist pigs, yet you see fit to interfere with the internal policies of Civitas Americae.

While we do not oppose your intervention to free the slaves, and in fact are glad to have received your intelligence on their slaveholdings and plan to intervene after the Kraven War is over, and Kraven, which threatens the world, is defeated and our troops are available in other slave-holding nations, we feel obligated to let the rest of the Ottoman Alliance know that their ally is a hypocrite who threatens democratic nations which seek to end slavery, yet has no compunctions at all about doing exactly the same thing to Civitas Americae that Kahanistan tried to do in Jenrak.

Margaret Delray,
Minister of Foreign Affairs

***OFFICIAL REPLY***
To: Margaret Delray, Minister of Foreign Affiars in the Nation of Kahanistan
CC: Mohammed bin Yusuf al-Za'if, President of the Nation of Kahanistan
From: Emperor Galen Q. Leotardia

May it be known that no member of the Ottoman Alliance has slaves and has never had slaves. The Pure Socialist Holy Empire itself employed it's convicts in forced labor, but that is only while they are in prison. Most of the time they make license plates for the larger cities but there are time that you do you see them out on the sides of the Highway's picking up litter (*Explanation 1).

The Murderers are mostly kept in the high security institutions that are located on a seperate island far away from the Pure Socialist Holy Empire's mainland. This is to keep the civilians safe in case of a prison break. It would take an inmate a total of 20 days to swim from the island to the mainland. There was only one case of an inmate trying this feat, and he died due to a shark on the second day of his trek across the ocean to the mainland. We do not take kindly to the verbal attacks upon our national character by a member of any regeme. Be it an allie, an enemy, or someone who we have neutral stance with.

May whatever god you believe in, smile down upon your nation with glee.


EXPLANATION 1: Prison time is only alloted for those are are already given tickets for littering. Most times they have 5 littering offences before they recieve 1 year in prison. After that the time incriments by 2x the previous violations time. There is no life sentence or Death Pentalty for Littering.

The Fleet pulled in all their fighters and began moving towards the allied fleet. Full steam ahead, they tried to raise the main fleet but with no avail, plus they called up a couple of old Iowa-Class Battleships that would be the main hitters. They updated the ships with the peak of techology and they updated the armor, but the weaponary was the same.

"Admiral try to raise the allied forces again. I don't want to be left out of this war." General Roosevelt said his voice cool as ice.

Nodding the Admiral looked at the General, and then the radio man you sent out another request for postition. "Allied Forces, this is the Altronian Fleet where are you? This is request of the General of Altronian Forces Victor Roosevelt."


Turning towards the Admiral once again, "I want all planes refueled and get automated defense systems online. Get all landing forces ready and tell those battleships to arm their weaponary and tell them to go ahead of the fleet and bomb those Kraven forces to hell. Until we find the fleet we're on our own."

There was the sliding Noise of AA breachs shutting as 120mm flak cannons all across the Kraven Defense network opened up, across the lines bright plumes of Muzzle flair exploded into the air lobbing shells towards the Enemy Aircraft approaching...

it was like a great symphony of destruction each cannon singing its own tune as all across the great sky, black plumes of smoke errupted as the shells exploded sending flak and other debry flying into enemy air craft....

The Dreaded ZSU 633's began to track incomming hostiles, they would'nt fire yet until the air craft got brave and continued through the flak barrage..

"Sir, flak below us!"

Thousands of feat below the aircraft, black clouds of flak erupted, spewing fragments of metal and fire everywhere. Fortunatly for the Velkyans, they were at about 70,000 feet in the air, far beyond the reach of any flak cannon.

"Don't worry, they can't touch us at this altitude."

Holkin turned to the sqaudron radio channel.

"Alright boys, time to end this. I wanted half the missiles you have on those bombers! We need them taken out before the enemy can launch a reprisal!"

"Roger that sir."

Almost instantly, a volly of over 30 missiles erupted from the formation. The Laser Guided Missiles locked on, and the aircraft broke off and watched them speed at Mach 6 at their targets.

"Sir, enemy fighter drones, they've launched missiles!"

The captain cursed.

"Activate SCRAMs and flank them! I want all jammers and countermeasures on autodeploy!"

"Roger that!"

The missile streaked by, fooled by the powerful jammers onboard the fighters and the clouds of countermeasures deployed. 1 missile got by, exploding above Romeo 6's engine, destoryed the entire section. Then, before he could eject, the aircraft exploded into a massive fireball, sending debris shooting everywhere.

The first Velkyan casualty of the Kraven War had just occured.

"NOOOOOOOO!"

"Keep it together, engage those fuckers!"



The Wall exploded in a great ball of fire... the fuel burnt against the wall, flames licking against the Titrete as the fuel burnt at high temperatures...

The Two troopers stood on the wall were engulfed by the fire ball, they just stood as the flames burnt away the flesh, they were two menacing inferons...

They turned to watch the fighers roar off before they finaly succumbed to the flames and they both collapsed to the ground...

As the two fighters Raced away, The AA guns of the Corporation opened fire, errupting in a bright flurry of muzzle flare, the night air howled with the pounding of guns as the Kraven Defenses opened fire.....

The pair of attack craft swerved to avoid the AAA, but a few shells managed to impact, causing minor damage.

"Shit, right engine's been blown, let's drop a marker down here and scram!"

The other pilot nodded. Pushing back at Mach 2, one of the aircraft deployed it's marking system, putting a laser point on the electronic maps used by Allied Aircraft.

"Push it out!"

The two aircraft flew back out the the Velkyan Fleet off the coast of Concermo, right outside of the range of the costal defenses.

[Fuel Air Bombs would basically distengrate those captiol police and anything within a 200 feet that isn't completely metal. It's a mini-nuke, basically.

The Miehmish air armadas units lofted again once their groun d forces were deployed, now they would act as the Kraven airforce, taking on anything that tried to enter Kraven airspace, and with their numbers, likely destroying it.

General Washington stood silently on the deck of the USS Holy Paradise, an Iowa class battleship that had been designated the flagship of the fleet. He looked out over the clear, smooth waters. Nothing but blue, sky and water, and white, thin clouds floating slowly over like a feather in a breeze. "Sir!" a voice rang out. Washington turned around to see a young 20-something man. "What is it...um..." Washington asked.

"Private Gregory Magnus, sir. 23rd Division of the HPEA." Greg answered.

"23rd Division of the Holy Paradisian Elite Army. I have knowledge that is quite a prestigious group." Washington replied.

"Thank you, sir." Greg said.

"What is you wanted to tell me, Private?" Washington queried.

"Oh, that. Fleet Admiral Lancaster wanted you to know that the entire force is aboard the ships, and we can depart at anytime." Greg explained.

"Very good. Tell him that we may leave now. We must get our planes over there to help our allies. Tell him also to load the anti-missile guns. You never know." Washington ordered.

"Right away, sir." Greg answered, and he then ran quickly down the deck to the admiral's quarters.


In a short while, the engines' of the armada started, causing tremendous waves behind them. They at first slowly moved away from land, and then picked up speed. Soon, the Holy Paradisian shores could no longer be seen by the brave men of the Holy Paradisian Expedition Force.

Corp. Venktura was trying desperately to radio Kraven Defenses.

"Corporal Nancy Venktura of The Fallen Races to Kraven Corporation defenses. Requesting area of defense at once."

Confidential IC:

"Thank you my friend. This kindness will not go unforgotten."

And with that, His Imperial Majesty, Paul VII, Emperor of Civitas America, King of Neu Bayern, etc. signed a military aid program with the Holy Imperial Monarchy of Imitora. A small million dollar deposit, and promise of future purchases of military equipment from Imitoran companies, and large production centers began working on building replacement missiles. His Majesty was quite glad, the war stockpiles wouldn't last long at this rate.

Open IC:

1,000 miles from the Concreman capital, the First Tactical Support Division launched a salvo of Kh-555 missiles towards targets designated by the Velkyan forces. 1,440 missiles sped towards Concremo, as the bombers began the long journey home.

To the Democratic Socialist Republic of Kahanistan:

We hold no slavery within Civitas Americae, and have never done so throughout our slavery. Yes, it is true that many criminals are assigned to forced labor, and in many cases, to private companies who are in need of menial labor. But this is only conducted with felons who have committed such crimes as burglary or auto theft.

His Imperial Majesty,

Paul VII

"Thank God, those fucking gnats finally pulled back!"

"They took their time... allright, status!"

"Minus one bomber, the full missile attack has been delivered against the enemy fleet. We'll have results as soon as an operational satellite is in the area."

"Our losses?"

"One bomber has sustained critical damage and had to abort the missile strike; it's since landed within Kraven airspace. One bomber was completely destroyed after launching its missiles, and we have confirmation of a crew cabin ejection. Trajectory shows it should have landed somewhere on or near the coast."

"Right, send a transmission to the Kraven forces in the area to keep an eye out. It shouldn't be hard to spot."

"Our air-to-air missiles proved totally ineffective against the enemy fighters. Unsure exactly how they achieved that kind of velocity and maneuverability; you'd think we were flying at 20,000 feet at Mach .8 or something... we can only assume they've got some kind of next-generation atomspheric maneuvering surfaces."

"Right. Damage to them?"

"We can confirm that our guns destroyed one of their interceptors. While extrodinarily effective against their missiles, which attack in a very linear fashion, they were insufficient to deal with the air threat."

"Why didn't our countermeasures affect their missiles?"

"It's safe to assume they're employing some new form of guidance. Acoustic would be right out, which leaves either a laser, or direct optical control."

"On a fighter?"

"Correct."

"At this altitude and speed?"

"Correct."

"That's psychotic."

"Correct."

"Stop that."

"Sorry, sir."

"In any case, we'll be landing to re-arm shortly. Put in to command that which we've discovered to be erroneous with the design. Otherwise, I believe we can consider this shakedown flight a success."

OOC: Kahanistan wasn't accusing Shazbotdom or the Ottoman Alliance of HAVING slavery, their leaders find it hypocritical that they would mobilize forces against Civitas Americae for having slaves but oppose Kahanistan's doing the same in Jenrak and now Kraven.

IC: The Kahanistan Air Force approached Kravonika. They were ordered specifically to fly low, shoot the anti-aircraft defenses first, then bomb the coastal defenses. They fired on anything that shot at them, losing many of their refueling aircraft in the process. They would have a hell of a time getting back to Kahanistan now. They issued a general distress call to the AKA at large.

"Kahanistanian Task Force Zeta, under attack from Kraven defenses, we are losing our refueling support. Damaged refuelers are crashing into the coastal defenses, looks like heavy damage but they're ejecting before impact, we need carriers and transports in here ASAP."

A flaming MiG-31 flew over Major General Mustafa Lavalle's MiG as he finished his call. The MiG fired what was left of its weapons into another coastal defense cannon before the pilot ejected and the fighter crashed into a SAM battery. The pilot landed in the water.

General Lavalle sighed grimly. He gripped the stick of his MiG. What was Maximus thinking, sending us out here with no ships? But in his mind, he knew exactly what General Maximus had planned. He expected the Kraven Navy to pull its forces out in search of Kahanistan's carriers which weren't there, and lose much of their fleet to the MiG's. This wasn't going to happen, it seemed.

The general prayed as he saw himself losing most of his forces. He had never been that religious before, but it looked like Allah or G-d or God or whoever there was out there would be his only hope if allied ships didn't get there soon... Pater noster, qui es in caelis... He somehow felt a spiritual experience when praying in a language not his first, especially Latin or Arabic. Sanctificetur nomen tuum. Adveniat regnum tuum... He fired on another SAM. He hoped that those allied ships would get to his fleet in time...

- Aboard Peacemaker Pz-67 -

"Another air raid, it seems. Your orders, commander?"

The Peacemaker's commander shrugged.

"If they put out any precision missiles, you know the drill. Otherwise shoot at anything that comes within-"

A burning Kahanistani fighter shot past them, impacting an antiaircraft battery.

"Well, there you go! Program that air force as targets and let them enjoy our guns!"

The Peacemakers along the coast moved a little closer to the shore batteries, opening fire with their numerous antiaircraft guns. The sky seemed to light up with a barrage of tracer fire and explosive shells.

"We're getting someone sir." The radio man yelled over his shoulder. Victor turned instantly, and moved forward. Leaning over the man's shoulder he looked at frequency and then grabbed the head peice.

"Who?"

"Kahanistanian Task Force Zeta. They are under heavy fire." The radio man grabbed another headset. "We have their position and relaying it to all ships in the fleet."

Roosevelt spoke into the headset's mike. "This Altronian Fleet, don't worry reinforcements are on their way and we're coming in blazing." He cast a serious gaze at the Admiral. "Sir, I want you to get Knight's Squadron on the line, they wanted to mess with the best of Altronia, they'll get it."

The Black Knight, James M. Knight, the Kraven would wish they would never started this war.


The Fleet gained speed and headed towards the Kahanistanian Fleet, they will not lose and ally this day.

It had been about 13 hours since the departure of the HPEF. General Washington walked out onto the deck and looked through his binoculars. Huge billows of smoke seemed to suddenly erupt in front of his eyes. He took off the binoculars to see that same smoke, only, a bit smaller. "We're here." General Washington thought, "We're here."

Secret IC:
The Third through Sixth Fighter Divisions have arrived at Velkya. They are to be part of the upcoming offensive, led by Velkya. These represent a total of 324 F-108 fighters and 972 F-21 Attack Super Tomcats.

Secret IC to CA:

All fighters are to be sent to Concermo, to help maintain air superiority over there. Any Kraven or enemy targets of oppertunity are to be engaged on sight, avoid damaging Concermo forces. If contact is to made with Concermo troops, fire only when fired upon. A few of your squadrons wil be diverted to aid the drop pod aircraft en route to Concermo. Those are your troops, right?

IC:

Velkyan Air Command onboard the V.S.S. Oured was abuzz. The control room was filled with operators, almost as busy as Vladistock or Southport. Mointering Allied radio traffic, they found a Kahanistani trannsmision called for support against enemy air defences...and...multi-legged mechs...

A officer ordered a squadron reroute of Arkbird Flight J from Concermo topcover to deall with this new threat. The squadron immeditaly began to divert at ultra-high altitude to the area. Within minutes, the squdron, consisting of 2 bombers and 10 fighters, was over the combat area at over 90,000 feet. Slowing to slightly below the sound barrier, the 2 Arkbirds released 2 large radar guided bombs each. The quartet streaked towards the command mech, hoping to blow it to pieces.

F-15E after F-15E took off into the air from the carriers towards the billowing smoke, eager for a fight.

"Alright, boys, let's take those SOBs down!" the flight commander yelled. A mighty cheer arose from the cockpit of every jet, and the fighters then engaged the enemy, firing wave after wave of air to air missiles at them.

- Aboard Pz-67 -

"Incoming!"

"Counterattack!"

The commander demanded. The crew, however, was once again relegated to the position of observers; the Peacemaker's onboard AI had already gone into action. In a moment, a cascade of chaff grenades exploded from the spidery tank's back, and along with false target generators, filled virtually any hostile offensive radar screen with innumerable radar signatures of ridiculous size. In a matter of seconds, the Peacemaker's onboard AI had located the incoming projectiles, identified their trajectory via acoustic signature, and responded accordingly. The top-mounted antiaircraft guns diverted from Kahanistani targets towards the incoming projectiles, and simultaneously a number of interceptor missiles shot out from the vertical launch cells on its back. One went after each bomb; the remaining three headed towards the offending aircraft. With a burst of speed that must have looked absolutely supernatural to any Capitol Police on the ground, the Peacemaker jerked backwards nearly ninety feet; compressed air blew out of the vents on its leg joints as the powerful pneumatic rams completed their movement.

Two of the four bombs detonated prematurely, whether or not it was via the missiles or guns would never be known. The remainder impacted the ground where the Peacemaker had been no less than three seconds earlier.

The Peacemaker had been unscathed, but whether or not any Kraven hardware had gotten hit in the process remained to be seen.

"Good Lord... I forgot these things could move like that..."

The commander announced, visably shaken.

"Why do they put is in here, anyway? It's not like the tank needs our input..."

--- Elsewhere ---

A flight of Brettonian Air Force fighters were headed towards the coast, eager to get some of the action that the Army was already enjoying.

"Boss, got a major contact up ahead! It's big!"

"What?"

The flight commander demanded. His wingman wagged the wings of his MiG at him. The airframe was of an early 21st century vintage, originally part of Mikoyan's MFI program, but its avionics were as state-of-the-art as the rest of the Brettonian military.

"I mean, really big! Like a ship, but it's up here!"

"Well, get out of its way!"

The MiGs quickly dropped altitude and briefly kicked in their afterburners to maintain velocity. Above them, an Axis Nova destroyer skyship rumbled along, also moving towards the coast.

"An allied craft, obviously... I wish they'd keep their goddamn transponder beacons on!"

The MiG flight formed up again and continued for the coastline.

- Aboard Pz-67 -

"Incoming!"

"Counterattack!"

The commander demanded. The crew, however, was once again relegated to the position of observers; the Peacemaker's onboard AI had already gone into action. In a moment, a cascade of chaff grenades exploded from the spidery tank's back, and along with false target generators, filled virtually any hostile offensive radar screen with innumerable radar signatures of ridiculous size. In a matter of seconds, the Peacemaker's onboard AI had located the incoming projectiles, identified their trajectory via acoustic signature, and responded accordingly. The top-mounted antiaircraft guns diverted from Kahanistani targets towards the incoming projectiles, and simultaneously a number of interceptor missiles shot out from the vertical launch cells on its back. One went after each bomb; the remaining three headed towards the offending aircraft. With a burst of speed that must have looked absolutely supernatural to any Capitol Police on the ground, the Peacemaker jerked backwards nearly ninety feet; compressed air blew out of the vents on its leg joints as the powerful pneumatic rams completed their movement.

Two of the four bombs detonated prematurely, whether or not it was via the missiles or guns would never be known. The remainder impacted the ground where the Peacemaker had been no less than three seconds earlier.

The Peacemaker had been unscathed, but whether or not any Kraven hardware had gotten hit in the process remained to be seen.

"Good Lord... I forgot these things could move like that..."

The commander announced, visably shaken.

"Why do they put is in here, anyway? It's not like the tank needs our input..."

--- Elsewhere ---

A flight of Brettonian Air Force fighters were headed towards the coast, eager to get some of the action that the Army was already enjoying.

"Boss, got a major contact up ahead! It's big!"

"What?"

The flight commander demanded. His wingman wagged the wings of his MiG at him. The airframe was of an early 21st century vintage, originally part of Mikoyan's MFI program, but its avionics were as state-of-the-art as the rest of the Brettonian military.

"I mean, really big! Like a ship, but it's up here!"

"Well, get out of its way!"

The MiGs quickly dropped altitude and briefly kicked in their afterburners to maintain velocity. Above them, an Axis Nova destroyer skyship rumbled along, also moving towards the coast.

"An allied craft, obviously... I wish they'd keep their goddamn transponder beacons on!"

The MiG flight formed up again and continued for the coastline.

[Those were not meant to hit the ground, silly boy. In fact, those were'nt even bombs. I'm ignoring the fact that two crashed into the ground.]

The two remaining "bombs" ripped open at 1,000 feet, unveiling over 300 smaller bunker buster munitions and thousands of various countermeasures apiece. They all launched at once, crisscrossing the skies as they manuvered at supersonic speed through the sky filled with countermeasures towards the command unit.

Up in the sky, the orbiting Arkbirds released another payload of 6 bombs, which descended towards the target area, locking onto the command unit. They then burst, releasing their deadly payloads upon the mech. Suddenly, missile alarms went off, as 3 enemy missiles came up directly under the Arkbird. Unfortunatly for the Brettonians, the BugZapper lasers onboard fried the missiles into crisp before they even got near the formation.

At the same time, the Superdreadnoughts Velkya, Oured, and Selkan Fury, which were sitting far off the coast of Concermo, began arming hundreds of specializied cruise missiles. Commanders sent messages to all Allied Aircraft pilots to not look directly at the Peacemaker command mech.

Meanwhile, in space, a anti-missile laser platform began shifting, positioning itself above the battlefield. It locked it's laser onto the command unit and fired a contiuous stream at full power, which began to heat the armor of the unit. Even if the creature moved, it would still be painted by the immense rays

Then, in a magnificent display, hundreds upon hundreds of LGAPCMs loosed themselves from cells unboard the SDs. SCRAM jets kicking in, they were almost skipping the surface of the water as they approached their target on the mainland at hypersonic speed. Even then, another salvo was being readied, as was another Arkbird flight.

Pitch Black Fighters.

On the front of the fighters were the painted with silver swords on both sides of it. In bright red on the wings, Knight was painted, both sides of the F-35 Joint Strike Fighters, three of them. Captain James M. Knight was in the first fighter looking straight forward and did a quick barrel roll.

"Okay Knights, fall in on me." James opened a COM channel and radioed all soldiers. "This Altronian Fighter Squadron 11, we are coming in from the South so please, no one blow us to hell." Knight gave a grin, this was going to be fun. "Knight's our allies made a mess and again it's our job to clean it up. Delta Formation, stay tight and arm sidewinders let's show this kids how to do things right."

General Washington stood silently on the deck of the USS Holy Paradise, an Iowa class battleship that had been designated the flagship of the fleet. He looked out over the clear, smooth waters. Nothing but blue, sky and water, and white, thin clouds floating slowly over like a feather in a breeze. "Sir!" a voice rang out. Washington turned around to see a young 20-something man. "What is it...um..." Washington asked.

"Private Gregory Magnus, sir. 23rd Division of the HPEA." Greg answered.

"23rd Division of the Holy Paradisian Elite Army. I have knowledge that is quite a prestigious group." Washington replied.

"Thank you, sir." Greg said.

"What is you wanted to tell me, Private?" Washington queried.

"Oh, that. Fleet Admiral Lancaster wanted you to know that the entire force is aboard the ships, and we can depart at anytime." Greg explained.

"Very good. Tell him that we may leave now. We must get our planes over there to help our allies. Tell him also to load the anti-missile guns. You never know." Washington ordered.

"Right away, sir." Greg answered, and he then ran quickly down the deck to the admiral's quarters.


In a short while, the engines' of the armada started, causing tremendous waves behind them. They at first slowly moved away from land, and then picked up speed. Soon, the Holy Paradisian shores could no longer be seen by the brave men of the Holy Paradisian Expedition Force.

To: General Washington, Holy Paradise

This is Admiral George, We need your fleet to our postion asap. We are aout to get an Nova fleet head on. We need asistance from any ally.

Corp. Venktura was trying desperately to radio Kraven Defenses.

"Corporal Nancy Venktura of The Fallen Races to Kraven Corporation defenses. Requesting area of defense at once."

You will be tasked in Aiding the Defense of the Western Shoreline of our Lands, As before, Trenches await your arrival and automated defenses have had you added to the IFF

The Kraven Defense Network

Secret IC to CA:

All fighters are to be sent to Concermo, to help maintain air superiority over there. Any Kraven or enemy targets of oppertunity are to be engaged on sight, avoid damaging Concermo forces. If contact is to made with Concermo troops, fire only when fired upon. A few of your squadrons wil be diverted to aid the drop pod aircraft en route to Concermo. Those are your troops, right?

IC:

Velkyan Air Command onboard the V.S.S. Oured was abuzz. The control room was filled with operators, almost as busy as Vladistock or Southport. Mointering Allied radio traffic, they found a Kahanistani trannsmision called for support against enemy air defences...and...multi-legged mechs...

A officer ordered a squadron reroute of Arkbird Flight J from Concermo topcover to deall with this new threat. The squadron immeditaly began to divert at ultra-high altitude to the area. Within minutes, the squdron, consisting of 2 bombers and 10 fighters, was over the combat area at over 90,000 feet. Slowing to slightly below the sound barrier, the 2 Arkbirds released 2 large radar guided bombs each. The quartet streaked towards the command mech, hoping to blow it to pieces.


Ground automated SAM batteries built by Concremo long before the Corporate take over activated, the large tubes that contained the Devestator anti air missiles prepared to fire, Radar information being relayed from the Command relay informed these defenses of the exact triangulation of the craft... Instantly multiple SAMS all across Concremo opened fire, sending their deadly salvo flying towards the Enemy Bombers and fighters at high altitude...


(OOC: Concremo was like a less brutal Corporation)

General Lavalle repeated his call for help. "Altronian fleet. We are down to two MiG-33's, fifteen MiG-31's and forty-two MiG-29's, as well as about 60 Stratotankers, we can't hold out much longer, we're just drawing fire right now, we're out of ammunition and missiles, low on fuel, we estimate two hours before we start running out of fuel."

A Kraven missile passed within twenty meters of his MiG-33. "Shit!" as he ducked under the missile, probably scorching the outside of the MiG with minimal interior damage. He nosedived and barely recovered before plummeting into the water, then rose up as high as he could, hopefully out of range of the SAM's. He ordered his surviving fleet to take high altitude over water and repeat distress calls to the AKA fleets within 100 kilometers.

++Encrypted - Highest Level Gamma-12C++

To: Kahanistanian Aircraft
From: Rear-Admiral Moand, His Most Worthy 2nd Crusader Expeditionary Fleet

Your aircraft are cleared to land, refuel and rearm on the Invincible-class aircraft carrier HMW Ecclesiarchy, HMW Inquisition and HMW His Honour of The 2nd Crusader Expeditionary Fleet if you so require. Coordinates being transmitted.

All of the JSF F-35X Naval Aircraft of the carriers are currently airborne, however capacity is still limited as these are small carriers.

We regret we can't offer more, however our large aircraft carriers are preparing for a something new. Good-luck.

"What's your distance? We have about half an hour of fuel left. Top speed of a MiG-29 Fulcrum is 2,430 kilometers per hour, so we can make it about 1200 kilometers or 750 miles. We are heading for your position, we have several dozen pilots crashed into the sea. Kahanistan fleet out."

About forty surviving planes headed for the Xirnium fleet at extremely high altitude, at full speed.

'We are well within that distance, in fact less than half that. If you decide to refuel with our carriers we will keep our aircraft airborne until you are complete.'

"We've lost most of our fleet, get us out of here. Unless you were attacking Kraven with that fleet. Then we'll stay on the carrier until we get back to Kravonika."

"We've lost most of our fleet, get us out of here. Unless you were attacking Kraven with that fleet. Then we'll stay on the carrier until we get back to Kravonika."

'Very well. You are cleared for emergency landing. Proceed to the following coordinates.'

The surviving planes landed on the Xirnium carriers. One MiG-33, nine MiG-31 Foxhounds, twenty-eight MiG-29 Fulcrums, and five KC-135 Stratotankers. Forty-three surviving planes, out of a fleet of four hundred.

General Lavalle introduced himself to the officer aboard HMW Inquisition. "Major General Mustafa Lavalle, Kahanistan Republic Guard. We would not have survived the hour. What is the fleet planning to do? Do we attack Kraven, or return to Xirnium to defeat the Kraven there, or what?"

"By the way," he couldn't read Xirniumite rank insignia well... Lieutenant Commander? "Commander? We have about two hundred pilots in the water, is it possible to rescue them without risking the fleet? I think we knocked out a few of the SAM's and coastal batteries, but I can't be sure, this whole air operation without the carriers turned out to be a clusterfuck."

The officer introduced herself as Lieutenant-Commander Tyler. ‘Welcome aboard the Inquisition, sir,’ she said genially as she saluted the higher ranked officer. Everywhere the deck was abuzz with activity as people refueled and restocked Kahanistanian warplanes. ‘I’m afraid I can’t answer that question, however the Admiral is transferring his flag over to this vessel as we speak. He’ll answer all your questions. In the meantime, please come with me to the bridge.’

Shortly after arriving at the nerve centre of the aircraft carrier, Rear-Admiral Moand arrived, an elderly man who must have been in his 70s. He looked imposing and mean, with a hideous scar down the left side of his face, however his eyes held the experience of a man grown accustomed to war and loss.

‘Greetings, General Lavalle.’ The Admiral’s face broke into a smile, which seemed to make him look all the more alarming. That said, there was no mistaking his genuine gladness in having Xirnium's noble Kahanistanian allies as guests. ‘Of course, I’ve ordered the fleet to begin immediate rescue operations to retrieve your downed air crewmen, trust me that the 2nd Fleet wont rest until there is no more chance to rescue any more survivors.’

The Admiral sighed, a man resigned to the fate that he would be leading his soldiers, his charges, back into mortal danger. It was what honour demanded however.

'Mr Mortrand? Signal the fleet to set a course back towards Kraven.'

(Kahanistan, The waters surrounding The Kraven Homeland are Ice Locked, your Crewman have landed on the Ice Pack)

Several APC's hit the Ice with a great impact, their Massive twin engines gunned the vehicles across the ice pack, with Spikes attached to the massive off road wheels they had no problem in moving out to aprehend the Crewmen of Kahanistan, Inside were Capitol Police troopers 6 squads in all...

It wouldn't take them long to reach the Crewmen, and arrests would soon be made, they had no where to run and no where to hide on this bleak desolate Iee pack, they would either Surrender to the Capitol Police and their inevitable fate, whatever it might be, or Die of Cold in this harsh climate...



Americeas missiles, streaked across the Bay, Instantly the ZSU's opened fire, changing their targets from the fleeing Kahanistan planes that were now out of range, to the closing missiles, a missile exploded in torret on fire, while others screamed past only to be taken out by another ZSU...

One missile roared into a Machine gun nest, killing the two capitol police troopers and sending sand bags flying...

another missile hit the wall of Kravonika, chunks of masonry exploded out, but the wall was relativly un harmed, Designed to withstand this kind of attack..

One missile streaked into a ZSU while it was concentrating on other matters, another exploded into a bunker, killing some of the occupants and damaging the Automated Turret, but this would soon be repared and the more troopers would take the place of the dead...

Bearzerkers were hauling; explosives, machinery, Ferro-Crete slabs for the bunkers, as they slowly awaited the arrival of the AKA.

Knowing that their own military would be arriving in less then a few days they knew that the 1 million CP troopers already here would be more than efficient.
.

500 Miles of the Coast in the Dweladelfian Fleet.

100 CS-25 Troop carrier ships arive in the fleet, Awaiting the order to go ashore.
The CS-25 Troop Carriers are carrying:

{8th Mechanized infantry Division}
2,000 Soldiers (XM8, Shoulder-Launched Multipurpose Assault Weapon, M240 Medium Machine Gun, Land warrior)
100 Transport Trucks
100 UH-60 Blackhawk
37 M6 Bradley Linebacker
150 M113A1 Armored Personnel Carrier
50 AN/VLQ-7 Stingray

{1st Command And Control Division}
8,000 Soldiers (XM8, Shoulder-Launched Multipurpose Assault Weapon, M240 Medium Machine Gun, Land warrior)
70 AN/VLQ-7 Stingray
8 XM104 Wolverine
5 M157A2 Smoke Generator Set
50 M981 Fire Support Team Vehicle
200 UH-60 Blackhawk
2 M4 Command and Control Vehicle
11 Avenger (Pedestal Mounted Stinger)
5 XM1087 Expandable Van
350 Light Armored Vehicle- Air Defense (LAV-AD)

{2nd Artillery Division}
15 M270 MLRS Self-Propelled Loader/Launcher

{3rd Helicopter wing}
200 AH-64 APACHE

{1st Mechanized Marine Division}
1,000 (Marines armed with AUG A1 Carbine Assault Rifles with Grenade Launchers and Desert Eagles, Land Warrior)
1,000 Marines (M249 SAW, Desert Eagles, and Land warrior)
100 M6 Bradley Linebacker
100 UH-60 Blackhawk
1 Commander (Steyr AUG A1 Carbine Assault Rifles with Grenade Launchers, Desert Eagles, and T MP 9 Submachine Gun, Land warrior.)
100 Marines armed with Shoulder-Launched Multipurpose Assault Weapon, Desert Eagles and Land warrior

{2nd Mechanized Marine Division}
1,000 (Marines armed with AUG A1 Carbine Assault Rifles with Grenade Launchers and Desert Eagles, Land Warrior)
1,000 Marines (M249 SAW, Desert Eagles, and Land warrior)
100 M6 Bradley Linebacker
100 UH-60 Blackhawk
1 Commander (Steyr AUG A1 Carbine Assault Rifles with Grenade Launchers, Desert Eagles, and T MP 9 Submachine Gun, Land warrior.)
100 Marines armed with Shoulder-Launched Multipurpose Assault Weapon, Desert Eagles and Land warrior

{3rd Mechanized Marine Division}
1,000 (Marines armed with AUG A1 Carbine Assault Rifles with Grenade Launchers and Desert Eagles, Land Warrior)
1,000 Marines (M249 SAW, Desert Eagles, and Land warrior)
100 M6 Bradley Linebacker
100 UH-60 Blackhawk
1 Commander (Steyr AUG A1 Carbine Assault Rifles with Grenade Launchers, Desert Eagles, and T MP 9 Submachine Gun, Land warrior.)
100 Marines armed with Shoulder-Launched Multipurpose Assault Weapon, Desert Eagles and Land warrior

{1st Marine Sharpshooter Division}
100 Marine Snipers (Tactical Operations - Tango 51, Ghillie Suit, and Desert Eagles)

{11th Mechanized Infantry Division}
2,000 Soldiers (XM8, Shoulder-Launched Multipurpose Assault Weapon, M240 Medium Machine Gun, Land warrior)
100 Transport Truck
100 UH-60 Blackhawk
100 M113A1 Armored Personnel Carrier
100 M3A3 Bradley Fighting Vehicle Systems

{2nd Command And Control Division}
8,000 Soldiers (XM8, Shoulder-Launched Multipurpose Assault Weapon, M240 Medium Machine Gun, Land warrior)
25 C-130 Gun ships
5 A-310
100 UH-60 Blackhawk
50 M6 Bradley Linebacker
120 AN/VLQ-7 Stingray
50 M981 Fire Support Team Vehicle
8 XM104 Wolverine
5 M157A2 Smoke Generator Set
2 M4 Command and Control Vehicle

{6th Army Air Wing}
100 F-4 Phantom II

{7th Army Air Wing}
100 AV-8B Harrier II

{3rd Artillery Division}
40x - M109A6 Paladin Self Propelled Howitzer

{4th Artillery Division}
15x - M270 MLRS Self-Propelled Loader/Launcher

{16th Tank Division}
200 Behemoth II Heavy Battle Tank
200 Tiger Main Battle Tank
100 ST-37K1 Next Generation Battle Tank
200 Challenger 2 Main Battle Tank

{17th Tank Division}
200 Behemoth II Heavy Battle Tank
200 Tiger Main Battle Tank
100 ST-37K1 Next Generation Battle Tank
200 Challenger 2 Main Battle Tank

{18th Tank Division}
200 Behemoth II Heavy Battle Tank
200 Tiger Main Battle Tank
100 ST-37K1 Next Generation Battle Tank
200 Challenger 2 Main Battle Tank

As well as some transport divisons that are on top of the carriers to transport troops on shore.

{1st Transport Division}
100 C-45 Wild Boar

{1st Marine Transport Division}
75 C-45 Wild Boar

{4th Transport Division}
100 Barracuda Class Transport Zeppelin

{3rd Transport Division}
100 C-45 Wild Boar

Over the Xirnium Fleet the Three Black Fighters went straight over them, they were noticable by all standards and they were instantly noticed to be Altronian. They didn't radio the allied fleet and kept flying forward. The people who did where the Fleet itself which was in the distance.


"This is the Altronian Fleet, we see you. We sent our best fighter pilots ahead. They could hold off a whole squadron by themselves."

The General paused. "Don't worry, our forces won't let you down."

In case anyone missed the OOC post, this is paused for the weekend... so... shhhh

With such great turmoil erupting once again, it is inevitable that Automagfreek's position on the war would be asked. While morally we support The Kraven Corporation, we are uncertain as to the level of our involvement in this matter, be it strictly moral, or be it economic, logisitcal, or even militarily.

For the time being, AMF gives its moral support to The Kraven Corporation. We will be watching this incident closely in the shadows for now.

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Minister Hartman
-Minister of Foreign Affairs-

Kravonika, the place where nightmares are born..

Lord Inquisitor Huorn, leader of Killsquad Alpha (a specops team that quite simply didn’t exist) dashed across the open street, his feet slipping noisily on black tar of the road. Making it to the darkened alley of the other side without being seen by any of the multitude of cursed Capital Police milling about, he bared his teeth to the rest of his group in a none to comforting smile, which seemed oddly like a grimace to them.

This city is more frightening than the worst Ecclesiastical condemnation of the Corporation had ever been, Lord Huorn thought darkly. Along the streets and on buildings were draped innumerable banners and flags of the reviled Kraven Corp. Everywhere the vile Kraven Capital police marched in rhythmic time. Barricades and checkpoints occupied numerous positions in the sprawling city, antiaircraft artillery points and machinegun nests dotted the Capital. Acts of repression were common place, and the Killsquad had seen more than one brutal summary execution by the foul Kraven dogs in murky side lanes.

In his mind’s eye he thought back to the previous day, where he had seen one of the leather clad security police brutally drag a whimpering women, crying something about being with child, down into the filthy dirt by her hair and execute her on the spot. The foul, soulless beast had paid dearly for his crimes, thought Inquisitor Huorn savagely, his hand tightening on his sheathed dagger.

Everywhere, dejected civilians could be observed moved about and attending to their business, their papers frequently checked by the filthy Kraven secret state police. Any irregularities warranted immediate execution by the heretical troops, and Huorn’s killsquad had witnessed this multiple times.

Worse were the labour gangs. Huge numbers of miserable civilians, many of them the young or old unsuitable for skilled labour, or “thoughtcriminals” guilty of some imagined crime, worked hour after hour in brutal chain gangs. They dug trenches and repaired damage from air-raids, constantly beaten by their guards and threatened by the ferocious dogs which bit at them. When a person inevitably collapsed from exhaustion he was shot on site. Truly the Kraven had no shred of decency at all, Huorn thought, forcing the horrible images that would plague his sleep for the rest of his life from his mind.

And always that damned propaganda, Lord Huorn cursed, blaring from speakers at every corner! ‘..The Corporation is your only friend… Report thoughtcrime immediately to your local political officers… Hate the enemy, win the war… The High Command is watching you… Failure to report thoughtcrime is thoughtcrime, reject defeatism..’

‘My Lord, we are near the area indicated in intelligence reports,’ reported the massive Brother-Warrior Hyelin, a bald man in his late 40s. This broke Inquisitor Huorn from his introspective reverie. Hyelin held a bulky anti-tank rifle in his hands, a weapon that the Xirniumites had learnt was deadly effective against the demon Saradukar during the course of their ongoing righteous war against the Kraven filth. It had been frequently utilised on their penetration into Kraven territory, but now inside this massively defended city it was more than a liability then anything else.

Inquisitor Huorn surveyed his elite group. It was down to only four people from six, and morale was declining now that they were in the very den of the satanic beast. Apart from Hyelin and himself, it was also composed of Lieutenant Aliona, an attractive brunette in her early twenties from the Xirniumite special forces, the Blood Banner Brigade or BBB, and Scientist-Priest Jotax, the technical expert of the group.

‘Lord Inquisitor,’ began Jotax quietly, his two silenced submachine guns held at the ready, ‘might I point out that this blasphemous facility you have singled out to be infiltrated is highly guarded and inside a compound of the most formidable security, hmm?’

‘No you may not,’ the Inquisitor snapped back with annoyance, ‘I’m aware of that fact as well as you are, Jotax. However, these orders come from the High Ecclesiarchy itself, from the Grand Cardinals no less! We must uncover the profane secrets that the Kraven scourge hide from the world. We must expose the depths of their depravity.’

‘May the Immortal God-Emperor protect,’ Hyelin muttered.

The Inquisitor only grunted in disgust.

Ground automated SAM batteries built by Concremo long before the Corporate take over activated, the large tubes that contained the Devestator anti air missiles prepared to fire, Radar information being relayed from the Command relay informed these defenses of the exact triangulation of the craft... Instantly multiple SAMS all across Concremo opened fire, sending their deadly salvo flying towards the Enemy Bombers and fighters at high altitude...


(OOC: Concremo was like a less brutal Corporation)

OOC: I'm assuming your missiles can make it to 100,000 feet.

IC: The enemy missiles never stood a chance. The powerful jammers onboard the bombers activated, scrambling the missiles guidence systems, allowing the laser point defenses of the aircraft to pick off the SAMs one by one. But 2missiles still leaked through, slamming into a Arkbird's armored underbelly. Blast marks and torn steel marked where they impacted, but the tough Arkbird flew on, a little shaken, but ok.

In turn, the bombers logged the location of the SAM sites and forwarded it to Allied Air Command. A Halbered flight was immediatly vectored to blow the SAMs to kingdom come. Screaming in at Mach 2, the 4 ship formation locked onto several different SAM sites. In an instant, 4 Corinth anti-ground missiles were released, streaking towards the enemy SAMs. The attack fighters then pulled up and began to exit the area ASAP.

The Inquisitor limped behind a group of conduits as Lieutenant Aliona provided a burst of covering fire from her heavy machinegun. This is not going well at all, Huorn thought dourly. Killsquad Alpha had forced their way into the facility, but had raised the alarm in the process. Klaxons blared out as Kraven troopers piled into the repulsive facility, closing in on the kill.

‘Jotax, I want images of this cursed facility and all the evidence we’ve gathered transmitted world wide immediately,’ Inquisitor Huorn snarled, firing several well armed bursts from his assault rifle at a group of Capital Police. Hyelin screamed as a man possessed as he fired high explosive rounds again and again at the demonic beasts, despite having taken two bullets to the stomach. He was fuelled partially by his burning hatred of the Kraven filth, partially by pure adrenalin and mostly by his disgust at what the Killsquad had uncovered.

The ghastly facility they had uncovered was obscene, it was repugnant even after the many horrors the Killsquad had witnessed attempting to enter Kraven. It was an industrial birthing facility.

Vast rows and rows of the massive facility had greeted the sickened team upon arrval, vats wherein were entombed human women. Jotax, the scientific specialist of the team, had hypothesised that the women must once had been fully alive, but had since been lobotomised by the vile Kraven physicians to remove their higher brain functions. This was confirmed by his examination of Kraven records. Was this what awaited the female citizenry of Xirnium, should they fail in their noble war? The scientist-priest could not guarantee that the lobotimised females did not feel pain though, like an animal would, an in fact suspected that they might exist in extreme and perpetual agony.

The women were mechanically attached to machines, being used as birthing vectors for production of the inhumane Capital Police. They were mutilated and disfigured, their eyes surgically removed to make way for bundles of wires that attached to the apparatus they were part of. Still more tubes and pipes were connected at other parts of the body, through the head, everywhere, feeding it with nutrients, energy, supplying oxygen, removing wastes. The head was cut open to reveal the brain, probes attached to it so that the autoregulatory functions of the subjects could be directly manipulated. All designed to keep the wretched women alive in their purgatory of horror.

The women’s abdomens were sliced open, exposing the wombs were the fetus of the Capital Policeman developed. Numerous tubes siphoned of excess blood and other material while surgical clamps held the skin open. Mechanical arms, ending in manipulators or surgical equipment, tended to the abomination, preventing infection, manipulating the fetus during development, ensuring the health of the female, etc.

The stench of chemicals had been overpowering, and Inquisitor Huorn had held a cloth over his nose in disgust as he ordered Jotax to examine one of the computer monitors and devices connected to every evil machine. Apparently they were there to monitor the vital signs of the women, to regulate the administration of drugs, chemicals and hormones which altered the Captial Police foetuses from conception. Cables attached to the unborn child’s head constantly electrically stimulated the brain, psycho-conditioning them to become automaton killers. Jotax theorised that, in order to become the soulless, emotionless monsters that they did in adulthood, the experience (which continued after birth) must be extremely traumatic and harrowing during the childhood of the subjects.

Examining the computer system further, hacking into supposedly secure files, Jotax had confirmed that the horror didn’t end at birth, when the child was cut from the womb by the mechanical manipulators. Instead, it was subjected to a further regimen of brutal enhancement and conditioning, growing to adulthood in less than 2 years.

It was all absurd, revulsion the likes of which had never been experienced spreading over the killsquad. After what they had witnessed, they no longer cared if they lived or died..

A nearby grenade thrown by a Capital Policeman exploded, toppling one of the birthing chambers. It’s deformed and mutilated female tumbled out of it, ripping from the cables and wires to collapse onto the floor, covered in the various liquids and chemicals of the unit. Crouching low, the Inquisitor screamed over the noise, firing another burst at some Capital Policemen who were steadily advancing on their position, ‘Damnit Jotax, I want that uplink and I want it now!’

‘Done, Lord Inquisitor,’ the scientist-priest cried, a hint of pride in his voice, as he rolled over behind the cover of one of the vast multitude of birthing vectors, now ruined by gunfire. ‘What should I send?’

‘Everything! Video surveillance of the entire blasphemous facility, audiovisual monitoring of the birthing vats with their live humans, all the computer files on the system detailing the inhumane program, everything! This is the proof. The Kraven filth must be exposed!’

‘Broadcasting now my Lord,’ Jotax said, ‘as he fired a well aimed round right into one of Kraven’s many monstrous stormtroopers.

Hyelin was dead, brought down by enemy gunfire. Jotax was pinned down behind his vat, unable to move. Inquisitor Huorn was injured, and would not escape alive. Lieutenant Aliona, fired madly to give them cover.

‘For the God-Emperor!’

None survived.

Open Diplomatic Ecclesiastical Edict

To: The Kraven Corporation Filth
From: The High Ecclesiarchy of Holy Xirnium

Following recent and damning revelations exposed to the world that the vile filth of the Corporation harvests its own citizenry for use in industrial scale production of Capital Police, using countless thousands of people as mechanical wombs before disposing of their corpses, His most worthy High Ecclesiarchy has run out of superlatives to describe the depths of the High Command’s depravity.

The twelve Grand Cardinals condemn your demonic regime in the strongest possible sense.

We only hope your nauseating and repulsive government burn in eternal torment for your unspeakable crimes. Know that Holy Xirnium shall never allow you to inflict on its citizens the foul outrages you inflict on your own.

Lord High Nidor
Grand Cardinal and Chief Minister of the High Ecclesiarchy

[OCC: There we go, done Kraven. Tell me if that is to your liking.]

GUYS THIS IS ON HOLD FOR THE WEEKEND

OCC: I was asked to make these posts by Kraven.

The helicopters flew over the coast of the Kraven mainland. They had found their area without a problem. They began their descent, stopping at 500 feet so that their downforce wouldn't knock down anything by accident. They began to drop their various cargoes of camp supplies, weapons, ammo, and other necessities. The rotor RPM's were reduced and they dropped to 250 feet. Finally, they descended to the ground, all 60 of them. Safe and unharmed. Corporal Venktura, however, was still on edge.
"Spread out into the forests! Set up listening posts, and make sure that we have some knowledge of Kraven battlelanguage before this war is over!" The soldiers immediately complied.

OOC: Not paused anymore.

IC:

Escorted by over 100 RADF-2s, the thousands of DPLA-1s approached the Concermo mainland at about 90,000 feet in the air. Maintaining their AA-proof altitude, the DPLA's broke into 4 groups and began to fly towards the airspace around the Concermo captiol. As they approached the dropzones, the doors on the bottom of the craft opened.

Back at Velkyan High Command HQ, General Rolland, commander of the Concermo opeartion, sat in his command chair, viewing the various operations and reports.

"Sir?"

He looked over.

"Task Force Blue is ready to deploy."

He held his breath. He looked around the control room. Everyone was silent, waiting for the go-ahead.

"Launch. Let's wipe these scum from the earth."

"Task Force Blue, clear to launch!"

Instanly, the aircraft began launching the droppods. Thousands of droppods began to dot the sky as they fell to earth. The smaller once carried a sqaud of Velkyan Airborne or C.A. Marines, the larger carried Allied vehicles, including several hundred tanks.

When the aircraft were empty of the pods, there were almost 50,000 in the air. Their metachutes deployed, slowing their descent to 200 mph.

They silently approached the ground, readying to deploy their parachutes at 1,000 feet.

OOC: Not paused anymore.

IC:

Escorted by over 100 RADF-2s, the thousands of DPLA-1s approached the Concermo mainland at about 90,000 feet in the air. Maintaining their AA-proof altitude, the DPLA's broke into 4 groups and began to fly towards the airspace around the Concermo captiol. As they approached the dropzones, the doors on the bottom of the craft opened.

Back at Velkyan High Command HQ, General Rolland, commander of the Concermo opeartion, sat in his command chair, viewing the various operations and reports.

"Sir?"

He looked over.

"Task Force Blue is ready to deploy."

He held his breath. He looked around the control room. Everyone was silent, waiting for the go-ahead.

"Launch. Let's wipe these scum from the earth."

"Task Force Blue, clear to launch!"

Instanly, the aircraft began launching the droppods. Thousands of droppods began to dot the sky as they fell to earth. The smaller once carried a sqaud of Velkyan Airborne or C.A. Marines, the larger carried Allied vehicles, including several hundred tanks.

When the aircraft were empty of the pods, there were almost 50,000 in the air. Their metachutes deployed, slowing their descent to 200 mph.

They silently approached the ground, readying to deploy their parachutes at 1,000 feet.


The Concremo air force was scrambled, at the sudden alerts that came in from Concremo Air Command, their Radar systems picking out the Incomming threarts, the Concremo army was under the Control of the Corporation and at the sudden appearance of the Velkya aircraft had been scambled, unfortunatly the effective scramble time of the Concremo Airforce was no where near as quick as the corporation so had allowed Velyka to deploy his forces, Regardless the JSF X - 44 were in the air, the Joint strike fighter would hit the drop pods as they decended where no doubt they would be unprotected and vulnerable to a quick missile strike, The Formation was making good headway towards the drop zone...

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"Reichmarshal Heriun, We are approaching hostile zones"

"Understood, 344 - 444 - 773 - 231M, Engage at will"

"Understood"

the Craft broke formation, their jet engines pushing them ever faster through the air towards the Falling pods, they were traveling at a fair rate, the Pilots took their fighters into a harsh dive, following the pods as best as they could, Targeting Systems came on line, picking out targets amongst the Pods,

"Target Locks, All Craft are ordered to engage"

The two wings a total of 18 craft, each released their ATA missiles, with a bright fury smoke and flames roared out of the missiles as they approached towards their respective targets...

The Craft pulled out of the dive and waited for Kill Confirmation, until then they circled round and prepared for a second Attack Run...


Below the Concremo military Activated great spot lights, the Concremo military lacking the sophisticated Optical mags of the Capitol police had to rely on these primitive methods to illuminate the sky so that the 120mm Flak Cannons could go to work, so far they were out of range, but even so the Flak cannons opened fire, carpeting the sky in shrapnel and pumes of black smoke awaiting the Ineveitable crossing of the range mark that the drop pods would soon make...

“We’ve changed course,” whispered Private Coats. The rain and constant rocking of the waves had put the squad in a sour mood. They, had not quite acquired their… advanced sea legs, so to speak.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Groaned Private Yarusi, it had hit him the hardest, his face still a mild green tint.

“Yea, how the hell would you know?” murmured Private Dunken.

“Hey, he’s a sharpshooter, I know some spooky sharpshooters,” added the Squad leader, Sergeant Reddell.

“Yea, they know… they know shit man, lots of shit, spooky shit!” laughed Nu.

“Seriously guys, we are not longer heading towards that Bearzerker place,” he said.

“Well where are we going to whoop some ass now?”

At that a messenger entered the bunk and looked over at the men, “Alright guys, new orders from high command, we are changing course to The Kraven Corporation.”

“No shit!” many murmured at once.

“Hey, hey, who called it, this guys a god damned… telepath,” grinned Nu.

Freddy looked up at the messenger, “Thanks for the information, your dismissed.” The messenger produced a sloppy salute and continued to the next bunk.

“Why would we changed course mid journey?”

“I don’t know, maybe to throw off any Kraven spies.”

“Whatever the reason, we are headed for a far tougher foe, so get ready.”

With that the entire fleet had changed course and would soon be joining with allied fleets in international waters outside of The Kraven Corporation. Outside the range of the costal artillery batteries and anything else that may be fire from the shore.

The rain continued to fall on the immense fleet as it pressed north (south?) towards the icy water of The Kraven Corporation. Soon the rain turned to icy sleet as temperature plummeted.

OOC: Not posted is my airforces deployement from my nation to CA

The Concremo air force was scrambled, at the sudden alerts that came in from Concremo Air Command, their Radar systems picking out the Incomming threarts, the Concremo army was under the Control of the Corporation and at the sudden appearance of the Velkya aircraft had been scambled, unfortunatly the effective scramble time of the Concremo Airforce was no where near as quick as the corporation so had allowed Velyka to deploy his forces, Regardless the JSF X - 44 were in the air, the Joint strike fighter would hit the drop pods as they decended where no doubt they would be unprotected and vulnerable to a quick missile strike, The Formation was making good headway towards the drop zone...

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"Reichmarshal Heriun, We are approaching hostile zones"

"Understood, 344 - 444 - 773 - 231M, Engage at will"

"Understood"

the Craft broke formation, their jet engines pushing them ever faster through the air towards the Falling pods, they were traveling at a fair rate, the Pilots took their fighters into a harsh dive, following the pods as best as they could, Targeting Systems came on line, picking out targets amongst the Pods,

"Target Locks, All Craft are ordered to engage"

The two wings a total of 18 craft, each released their ATA missiles, with a bright fury smoke and flames roared out of the missiles as they approached towards their respective targets...

The Craft pulled out of the dive and waited for Kill Confirmation, until then they circled round and prepared for a second Attack Run...


Below the Concremo military Activated great spot lights, the Concremo military lacking the sophisticated Optical mags of the Capitol police had to rely on these primitive methods to illuminate the sky so that the 120mm Flak Cannons could go to work, so far they were out of range, but even so the Flak cannons opened fire, carpeting the sky in shrapnel and pumes of black smoke awaiting the Ineveitable crossing of the range mark that the drop pods would soon make...

The flak bounced harmlessly off the reinforced dropods as they fell, but the ATAMs did not. Even though the dropods released literally tons of chaff, the missiles only managed to kill off 11 pods.

But the Concermo's pilots had made one fatal mistake. The Allies had air superiority over Concermo. Within minutes, 3 flights of RADF's had been vectored to destory the enemy aircraft. As the droppods deployed their main chutes and hit the ground, these 18 fighters pounced on the Concermo fighters at Mach 2. Releasing 2 missiles apiece, they slowed down and began to engage the enemy close up.

OOC: The landmass on which Concermo and the KC lies is similar to Korea. KC's on the bottom, Con's on the top.

TKC, let's focuse on the air battle first and then the ground battle.

Three Stahlkörpe assault suits watched the descending pods with great interest.

"What the hell are those?"

"I submit they belong to the enemy."

"Fair enough. Whatever they are, keep your camo on and stay under cover."

The assault suits shrunk a little lower to the ground as their active camouflage flickered on, putting them behind some bushes.

"Get coordinates on where they're landing. Like, specific coordinates."

"On it..."

"Send them to Command once you've gotten them. With any luck a Peacemaker won't be far out of range."

Ice floes, south of Kraven

On the edge of the ice sheets surrounding Kraven, Colonel Kasimir Todareski watched as his downed MiG fell into the freezing water through the ice. He looked over his provisions in his rucksack. About two days worth of food and water, a Tokarev service pistol with four eight-round clips of armor-piercing ammunition, and a radio. That should save me from... up to 32 encounters with Capitol Police, if I score headshots.

But the likelihood of a poor pistol shooter freezing his ass off two thousand miles away from Kahanistan managing to score a headshot against a CP trooper or Sardaukar was pretty low. He figured he would need about four shots to bring either down. Kahanistan was an arid country, where the temperatures got quite warm, and most Kahanistan soldiers were not used to the frigid climate of Kraven.

Todareski decided to call for help on his radio. He knew the Capitol Police would be drawn in by the radio like Oprah to a baked ham, but it was his only chance and the only chance for the hundred or so downed pilots and Stratotanker crews he figured were still alive out here. He put in a signal to the AKA fleet for help.

This is Colonel Kasimir Todareski of the Kahanistan Republic Guard, downed near Kraven. I am on the ice floes, I estimate several dozen personnel still alive who haven't been captured. I have about two days of supplies before I have to start finding out if there are any fish under the ice. CP's are already homing in on me, no doubt.

He tinkered with the wires so his message would be recorded and repeated. He then took a position about two hundred meters from his radio to ambush any CP who homed in on it. That CP armor must protect them from the bone-chillingly low temperatures here. Maybe I can dive in it for fish if it's not too heavy. And a Corporate Carbine might even enable me to blend in with the enemy and survive that way...

"Sir, we've just received a transmission! There seem to be a group of downed Kahanistani pilots scattered across the ice shelf. If we hurry, we may be able to apprehend them."

The Major smiled.

"Scramble teams to the area, use non-lethal methods to bring them in. I have no idea how many of them are out there, so stay alert. I don't want to loose any more men than I have to."

The officer saluted, and relayed the order to the Mobile Infantry in their Thunderbirds. Within three minutes, a dozen heavily armed and armored T-bird VTA transports were moving out to the location of the radio signal.

OOC: T-Birds are my equivalent of a transport heli. They're vectored thrust aircraft, and are built like a flying tank. Each T-bird holds a dozen soldiers in full gear.

The sudden jolt from deploying their parachutes knocked the troops and their equipment around their bracers. Seconds later, the pods hit the groud and the restraints released. The doors opened, darkness greeted them.

Whole sqauds ran out of their pods, OmniSights (goggles with different view settings, like thermal, NV, and IR) scanning the horizion, and Helix Light Tanks and other allied vehicles rolled out of the larger dropods. Soon, over 4 divisions of troops and vehicles began to assemble, ready to assault the Concermo capital (I need a name, Kraven). Halbered aircraft zomed overhead, dropping iron bombs on to enemy flak cannons and searchlights. Higher in the sky, a fleet of 5 Arkbird bombers stood ready to deliver heavy ordinance on target. In orbit, the fleet of AML and TRC platforms stood at the ready to deliver a barrage of heavenly firepower on a moment's notice.

Zeta Company began to recon the area, taking note of it's surroundings. They has been ordered to make contact with a Halo force commando team that had been dispatched a day earlier. They were supposedly 1 mile east of Landing Zone Bravo, where the 2nd Airborne had landed. The other landing zones, Alpha (1st Airborne), Charlie (1st CA Marine Division) and Delta (2nd CA Marine Division) were covered with nearly 400,000 troops and 10,000 vehicles. Each landing zone covered an area around the Concermo capital.

Zeta advanced with caution, the 200 men of the platoon scanning the horizon, weapons drawn. Anti-Tankers stood by, handle of their launchers in one hand and their LAR-10s in the other.

Sqaud F, lead by MstrSgt. Kyle Winters, covered the left flank of the platoon, the 12 men training their guns on their surroudings. The Halo team of 12 men had holed up in a abandoned village, and were mointering enemy traffic. They had also noted the presence of enemy battlesuits in the area, although the troops had been brieifed on these and how to take them out. The halo team approached the village, but was still about a half mile away.

Meanwhile, on a 20 mile strech of coast on the eastern Concermo mainland, an Arkbird flight began to prepare a massive strike. Each carried 2 massive HABB-3 bombs, each over 100,000 pounds large. That was 25 bombs total.

They approached the target point. They flew parallel to the ground, releasing the bombs one by one. The bombs then streaked towards the surface, putting a bomb down roughly ever 3/4 of a mile. Soon, there were 25 bombs coming down upon the unknowning enemy defences.

Once they impacted, the true hell would be begin for the Kraven and Concermo defenders.

"That's quite a landing force..."

"I'll wager they're going to take the capital."

"With that kind of force? Probably..."

The three assault suits remained motionless.

"Have you gathered up the proper coordinates?"

"Yeah, this is about as good as it's going to get."

"Allright. We'll have a satellite over the area in about twelve minutes. Use a laser communication; we can't afford to reveal our position."

"Understood, sir."

"That's quite a landing force..."

"I'll wager they're going to take the capital."

"With that kind of force? Probably..."

The three assault suits remained motionless.

"Have you gathered up the proper coordinates?"

"Yeah, this is about as good as it's going to get."

"Allright. We'll have a satellite over the area in about twelve minutes. Use a laser communication; we can't afford to reveal our position."

"Understood, sir."

[My troops are moving towards you. Even with active camo, they'll find you.]

Aboard an EB-70, monitoring the air strike on Kraven:

Sergeant Jenkins was rather bored. His job was to watch for enemy radar systems so that further strikes would have better targetting data, but so far all he was seeing was the same stuff that had been up since before the strike was launched. Come on, these guys have got to have picked up these missiles by now. They're almost feet dry. Don't they realize that the best way to stop a missile is with another missile? And at that point life got interested.

"Woah! Look at the numbers of radars I'm picking up!"

"So their air defense system finally woke up, eh Sarge?" came the response from the pilot, Captain McGee.

"And in a big way. I'm reading hundreds of Ku-band radars coming from along their coast, and dozens more going inland."

"Can you tell what they are?"

"Not for certain, but the radars are awfully similar to our own Bitter 94 [OOC: BTR-94]."

"Alright, I think this warrants a priority message to HQ."

Civitas Americae Air Force Headquarters, Neuhausburg

"So General, what do you make of it?"

"It looks like it confirms our early intel that the vast majority of their air defense lies in small mobile AAA. Rather dumb, but I'll take whatever they give me."

1,800 miles from the coast of Kraven, 18 hours later

"Isn't this getting a little boring sir?" asked Lt. Vance, copilot aboard one of the B-70s on their latest mission. "I mean, all we do is fly on in, remain outside of their intercept envelope, launch a bunch of missiles, and head on home. Lather, rinse, repeat."

"I don't mind boring missions at all. Exciting ones are great if you're a fighter jock, but having stuff shot at us is a bit too much excitement for my tastes. Blowing stuff up from far away where they can't touch me suits me just fine" replied the pilot, Major Thompson.

And with that, the next wave of 7,200 missiles began their attack. This one was a little different from the last however. 6,800 of those missiles were armed with 12 BLU-108/B submunitions and targeted on the coast and other areas where a large number of AAA radars had been spotted. Each submunition contained 4 additional submunitions. These smaller submunitions detect the infared signature of an enemy vehicle and fire a small penetrator at hypersonic speeds. Needless to say, the target would be destroyed. Their air defense was in for just a bit of a surprise when these missiles came.

[OOC: For anyone wondering, that gives a total of 326,400 submunitions]

Over the Concreman capital

It was not a good night to try and defend the Concreman capital. Following the Velkyan attack were 324 F-108 fighters and 972 F-21 fighters. Of course, just over a hundred of the Super Attack Tomcats were of the EF-21 Super Growler variant, but even with half of the 'Cats equipped with a variety of air to ground ordnance (including HARMs; bombs of various guidance, including none; bunker busters; napalm; and cluster bombs), there really was not the possiblity of enemy fighters surviving. Nor was there for any other portion of the air defense network. As soon as a SAM or AAA site turned on its radar, multiple HARM missiles put an end to it.

"This is Smackdown Leader to Velkyan Ground Control. Just tell us what you want and where you want it. Over."

Over the Concreman capital

It was not a good night to try and defend the Concreman capital. Following the Velkyan attack were 324 F-108 fighters and 972 F-21 fighters. Of course, just over a hundred of the Super Attack Tomcats were of the EF-21 Super Growler variant, but even with half of the 'Cats equipped with a variety of air to ground ordnance (including HARMs; bombs of various guidance, including none; bunker busters; napalm; and cluster bombs), there really was not the possiblity of enemy fighters surviving. Nor was there for any other portion of the air defense network. As soon as a SAM or AAA site turned on its radar, multiple HARM missiles put an end to it.

"This is Smackdown Leader to Velkyan Ground Control. Just tell us what you want and where you want it. Over."

"This is Velkyan Local Air Control, Allied Forces are moving towards the capital as we speak, and are covering about 30 miles per hour. Light resistence so far. If we need any support, we'll call. For now, switch to targeting enemy runways and fixed emplacements in our way. VLAC out."

There were thousands of tanks moving into the capital, followed by hundreds of APC, capable of carrying a whole squad. Troops piled unto Warthogs and LAWTTs (Large Armored Transport Trucks), leaving no troops on foot. The Halo force commandos had been recovered with only a few wounded, and were traveling on their way to the capital. It was freezing out, but the troops, snug inside their thermal BDUs and armor, didn't notice. Overhead, the sound of Americean fighters filled the skies, as they seeked out targets to bombard.

The gentle hum had slowly faded into nothingness as Targetier Velthorp slowly hummed to himself. His slow rippling tune was forged into wholeness with the powerful ambient sound. It lacked precision and elegance, but spoke true of the nature of a soldiers soul. To live in the dark womb like environment of the targeting array onboard a Minotaur Class Bomber was a alien to say the least. With only the flickering displays of targeting information gathered from miles away and the feeling in your gut and inertia to guide you.

With nothing but a faint blip a small red light lit up, it was time to earn his pay. A voice crackled over the intra-plane communication.

“Alright the Americae bombers have just released their loads, lets give them some presents of our own.”

“Copy, receiving designated targets.”

“Targets confirmed and acquired.”

“Launch bays at 100% functionality, preparing for launch.”

“Launch process initiated.”

“No errors in launch, all flight paths confirmed steady.”

The low drumming hum was pierced with the screech of rapidly accelerating missiles. The slow hum a soldiers soul drown out by the sounds of war. Try as he might, Velthorp could not regain the tune he had held moments before. War takes its toll on all those who partake.

With that the wing of bombers, escorted by a wing fighters released a total of fifteen thousand high velocity missiles towards The Kraven Corporation. The missiles spread out as they approached their targets to avoid area of affect anti missile systems. Great and terrible streaks of exhaust and fumes filled the sky. The very roar of their collective engines were enough to blow a mans ears in.

The wing of bombers turned back, still over one thousand five hundred miles from The Kraven Corporation.

“War, it has lost all manner of glory.”

“What do you mean?”

“Here we are, thousands of miles away from our targets, pressing buttons. Pressing buttons and taking lives.”

OOC: Dont forget with each passing missile strike total anti missile defense drop. This means maybe 10-15% will get through this time rather than just 5%. Woops, forgot to specify targets. Anti missile systems, airfields, and those naval support guns. The ones targeted for the naval guns fly in at almost sea level to avoid anti missile fire.

- Brettonian Army Field Headquarters -

"The enemy has landed, you say?"

A colonel said into the radio.

"How many of them? I see."

He paused, listening for the response.

"Did you get coordinates?"

Another pause.

"Understood. Keep an eye out and keep your heads down."

He replaced the radio.

"Marshall!"

Field Marshall Bauker looked at him.

"Yes?"

"The enemy is staging a serious landing in Concremo. We can safely assume they're planning on trimming off Kraven's assets one by one."

"War of attrition, eh...?"

Bauker fed a piece of fruit to the huge iguana perched on his shoulder. The rest of the command staff had a morbid fear of the lizard as it seemed to have a foul disposition to anyone other than the marshall himself.

"Allright, let's liven up the place. Send Army Group K to pay them a welcoming party. I want air support, but let them play the first card."

"Understood, Marshall."

- Elsewhere -

Twenty enormous Peacemakers began mobilizing for the short trip to Concremo. Numerous smaller units, including the bipedal Partisan tanks and Stahlkörpe assault suits joined them, making great haste for the new landing.

A substantial air corps was in flight, but as per the Marshall's orders, remained behind the Army Group.

Onboard the V.S.S. Velkya, VLAC.

"Sir!"

The officer turned to the radio operator.

"What is it, corparal?"

"Spy Sattlelites indicate heavy enemy troop movement incoming into Concermo!"

"Who?"

"They have mechs, looks like Brettons!"

"Damn it! I want all allied attack assests on that fleet as soon as they get within range!"

"Yes sir!"

"Get me a laser from the AML cluster. We'll take a few of those bastard Peacemakers out..."

"Right away sir!"

Soon, a laser, high in orbit over the battlezone, began pitching and moving. Concentrating all power on one laser, it locked unto a command Peacemaker and began to heat the top of it.

Back onboard the Velkya, targeting parameters were being set. Once they were locked on, a mountain of fire erupted from the side of the ship. Missile Cells containing hundreds of cruise missiles released their deadly cargo, sending them headlong into the approaching army group.

Meanwhile, all four divisions made great headway for the capital. Within a few hours, they would be inside, fighting the evil Kraven defenders.

Meanwhile, the Velkyan airforce was pounding the hell out of that 20 mile section of beach. Dropping FABs, iron bombs, bunker busters, cluster bombs, and cruise missiles, raining hell down upon the Kravens. The message was relayed to all Allied landing forces.

Begin Phase 3.
OOC: Bretton, my troops are around the capital, which is in the middle of the country, it will take you a signifcent amount of time to reach it.

Corporal Venktura was possible ready to kill someone...maybe not. She picked up the phone, with a direct link to the "Katrina."

"Katrina, this is FOB Nightmare. Requesting land support."
"250 M1 Abrams MBT's are on their way. It may take a while, as the NPC 'Beta' must carry them."
"You know Naval Personell Carriers are unreliable."
"Well, you have any ideas?"
"Send the Nimitz-class Supercarrier 'Honor In Battle' to aid us."
"Understood. Make that 500 M1 Abrams MBT's."
"Copy that, over and out."

She put down the phone. An ensign can over running to her. "Listening post 1 onlie, as well as Radar post 1."
"Clear. Dismissed!"

Meanwhile, in orbit, the 6 Tungsten Rod Cannons began to target Army Group K, locking on via targeting camera. Once they had established a line of fire, the loading commenced. From the weapons massive bays, a rod was autoloaded into the large cannon. A electromagnetic lever came down and grabbed the rod, securing it into the breach. Then, silence.

BOOM!

A noise like thunder sounded throughout the station as the lever shot downwwards and then turned off, sending the rod flying at hypersonic speeds towards the army group. Another wave of rods was fired a minute later, and soon, a full scale bombardment was underway.

2 transport ships, 2 destroyers, and 1 battleship had been sunk, but the HPEF were getting closer and closer. Then, they stopped.

And began firing.

The flak bounced harmlessly off the reinforced dropods as they fell, but the ATAMs did not. Even though the dropods released literally tons of chaff, the missiles only managed to kill off 11 pods.

But the Concermo's pilots had made one fatal mistake. The Allies had air superiority over Concermo. Within minutes, 3 flights of RADF's had been vectored to destory the enemy aircraft. As the droppods deployed their main chutes and hit the ground, these 18 fighters pounced on the Concermo fighters at Mach 2. Releasing 2 missiles apiece, they slowed down and began to engage the enemy close up.

OOC: The landmass on which Concermo and the KC lies is similar to Korea. KC's on the bottom, Con's on the top.

TKC, let's focuse on the air battle first and then the ground battle.


The JSF X-44's broke formation quickly as the missiles streaked towards them, a bright flurry of chaff was released destroying several missiles as they streaked off course, one missile began to follow one of the Craft as it ducked and dived at high speed, weaving across the sky attempting to break the chase...

there was an explosion mid air as the missile caught up with the Craft... bits of shrapnel rained down upon the ground below..

"This is Flight 18, we need immediate support, Heavy concentrations of Enemy air craft have been spotted over Concremo"

"Understood Flight 18, Wings on route"

"Acknowledged"

another missile streaked into its target sending chunks of metal and flames gouting across the sky..

Another plane dived suddenly, with the missile following in a long streak, there was a distant thud as the craft exploded..

"This is flight 18, We are taking heavy casualties, where is the air support?"

"Air Support is on way"

Another craft exploded... the missile finding its mark...

8 JSF X 44's left...

From below, several new wings approached, on a target vector to engage the Craft of Velkyas that had just engaged Flight 18, The ATAM's were launched, lock on's being quickly gained through the targeting equipment...

Multiple missiles were launched at the targets, mimicking Velkyas attack, two apeice... the missiles streaked towards their targets, With the new JSF wings a total of 43 air craft preparing to enter a dog fight, Their Twin Assault cannons mounted in the nose were armed and loaded, the skies were alive with missiles and Air craft...

Ice floes, south of Kraven

On the edge of the ice sheets surrounding Kraven, Colonel Kasimir Todareski watched as his downed MiG fell into the freezing water through the ice. He looked over his provisions in his rucksack. About two days worth of food and water, a Tokarev service pistol with four eight-round clips of armor-piercing ammunition, and a radio. That should save me from... up to 32 encounters with Capitol Police, if I score headshots.

But the likelihood of a poor pistol shooter freezing his ass off two thousand miles away from Kahanistan managing to score a headshot against a CP trooper or Sardaukar was pretty low. He figured he would need about four shots to bring either down. Kahanistan was an arid country, where the temperatures got quite warm, and most Kahanistan soldiers were not used to the frigid climate of Kraven.

Todareski decided to call for help on his radio. He knew the Capitol Police would be drawn in by the radio like Oprah to a baked ham, but it was his only chance and the only chance for the hundred or so downed pilots and Stratotanker crews he figured were still alive out here. He put in a signal to the AKA fleet for help.

This is Colonel Kasimir Todareski of the Kahanistan Republic Guard, downed near Kraven. I am on the ice floes, I estimate several dozen personnel still alive who haven't been captured. I have about two days of supplies before I have to start finding out if there are any fish under the ice. CP's are already homing in on me, no doubt.

He tinkered with the wires so his message would be recorded and repeated. He then took a position about two hundred meters from his radio to ambush any CP who homed in on it. That CP armor must protect them from the bone-chillingly low temperatures here. Maybe I can dive in it for fish if it's not too heavy. And a Corporate Carbine might even enable me to blend in with the enemy and survive that way...


Colonel Kasimir's plan worked, without fail the precision timing of the Capitol Police was right as he planed Two Large black Armoured Personel Carriers approached through the Snowfall, their headlights illuminating the Ice sheet before them, their twin Caterpiller diesel engines broke the cool still of the air as the massive engines gunned vehicles forward...

They approached the Radio transmitter, a massive Wheel of the vehicle crushing it beneath... the Capitol Police driver not realising he'd done so...

"Reichmarshal, we have lost the Signal..."

"Spread your squads out look for the Pilot, He must have ceased radio communication when he saw us..."

"By your Command"

the Two back doors opened as the Omnious figures of the Capitol police stepped out 4 squads of 5 in total, they spread out looking for him... their Optical mags switched to thermal to pick out the warm form of this pilot in the cold harsh climate...

"Reichmarshal, We have picked up a feint heat signature 200yards away, Your orders?" spoke the capitol police trooper through the Command relay, the Reichmarshal inside the APC listend to the Information and replied..

"Very good, Take your squads and Check it out, If it is the Pilot I want him brought here Alive, Understand?"

"By Your Command"



quickly they had picked up a feint heat signature 200 yards away, and they all began to conveine on its location...

Aboard an EB-70, monitoring the air strike on Kraven:

Sergeant Jenkins was rather bored. His job was to watch for enemy radar systems so that further strikes would have better targetting data, but so far all he was seeing was the same stuff that had been up since before the strike was launched. Come on, these guys have got to have picked up these missiles by now. They're almost feet dry. Don't they realize that the best way to stop a missile is with another missile? And at that point life got interested.

"Woah! Look at the numbers of radars I'm picking up!"

"So their air defense system finally woke up, eh Sarge?" came the response from the pilot, Captain McGee.

"And in a big way. I'm reading hundreds of Ku-band radars coming from along their coast, and dozens more going inland."

"Can you tell what they are?"

"Not for certain, but the radars are awfully similar to our own Bitter 94 [OOC: BTR-94]."

"Alright, I think this warrants a priority message to HQ."

Civitas Americae Air Force Headquarters, Neuhausburg

"So General, what do you make of it?"

"It looks like it confirms our early intel that the vast majority of their air defense lies in small mobile AAA. Rather dumb, but I'll take whatever they give me."

1,800 miles from the coast of Kraven, 18 hours later

"Isn't this getting a little boring sir?" asked Lt. Vance, copilot aboard one of the B-70s on their latest mission. "I mean, all we do is fly on in, remain outside of their intercept envelope, launch a bunch of missiles, and head on home. Lather, rinse, repeat."

"I don't mind boring missions at all. Exciting ones are great if you're a fighter jock, but having stuff shot at us is a bit too much excitement for my tastes. Blowing stuff up from far away where they can't touch me suits me just fine" replied the pilot, Major Thompson.

And with that, the next wave of 7,200 missiles began their attack. This one was a little different from the last however. 6,800 of those missiles were armed with 12 BLU-108/B submunitions and targeted on the coast and other areas where a large number of AAA radars had been spotted. Each submunition contained 4 additional submunitions. These smaller submunitions detect the infared signature of an enemy vehicle and fire a small penetrator at hypersonic speeds. Needless to say, the target would be destroyed. Their air defense was in for just a bit of a surprise when these missiles came.

[OOC: For anyone wondering, that gives a total of 326,400 submunitions]


The missiles struck their targets, as the AAA's opened up on the inbound Air craft, with that many missiles inbound, many of the Targets were destroyed, however the Kraven Defense system was able to Cope a little better than Conremo would have been, many of the AAA's were destroyed, some were unharmed their hulls protected by Bunkers with only their Turrets exposed, Multiple missiles exploded across the lines, cracking several bunkers, while others struck their targets... it was a little over kill but with so much at stake it could be forgiven to warrant the use of it, they were fighting against one of the most evil regimes seen in the world today...

Ripples of Explosions echoed out across the Kraven Defense line as Mobile AAA's exploded in a balls of fire...

For now the Mobile element of Kravens air Defense had been taken out...

Somehow, a paltry 8 enemy fighters had managed to survive so far.

Well, can't let that continue thought Major Schrodinger.

"Alright boys, let's give the Velkyans a hand, follow me."

"Roger that."

The twelve F-108 fighters of Schrodinger's squadron swooped in. While the X-44 might have a stealthy design, that was useless in the close dogfighting going on above City 17, and they still radiated heat from their engines anyhow. 24 AIM-9Xs, designed to ignore simple countermeasures like flares, sped towards their targets.

As the few remaining fighters of the Concreman air force struggled to enter the battle, an entire brigade of F-108s descended upon them, firing their AAMs.

"That's the last one!" The last of 500 M1 Abrams MBT's had been loaded up.
"What about aircraft?"
"Place 25 F-22's and 25 Harriers on the deck."
"Will do." At Quetza'Thalas, TFR Navy Shipyards was loading up the Nimitz Supercarrier 'Honor In Battle,' Major General Navera's flagship. She was to provide support for Dragoon Squadron.

Meanwhile, over at FOB Nightmare....

Capt. Fen'Ris Kavirinsky had emerged from his tent. He pulled out his laptop and connected to the Uplink.

"Select Network." He selected "New"
"Enter Network Type:" "Satellite Ring"
"Scanning....Network found: Tungsten Rods" "Analyze and Connect"
"Analyzing....Analysis complete! Connection beginning...successful!"

"Oh, excellent." He began coding in a script for bringing down a satellite or two. Six would be rather....overkill.

As they approached the outskirts of the capital, Allied troops watched the air battle unfold above, tracers and burning aircraft were all in the air. Missile streaked about the night sky, some hitting and some missing.

Above the advancing tanks and vehicles, the 18 Velkyan fighters dogfighted as if their very lives depended on it. Outgunned 18 to 43, they very well did. The Kraven craft then released dozens of missiles, hoping to score a hit or two. The RADF fighter aircraft zoomed around, breaking and barrel rolling to avoid the missiles. Even though the RADF-2 was a highly manvuerable aircraft, much more so that the JSFs the Corp was using, the Kravens had sent up so much ordinance that it was impossible to avoid it all.

"This is Breaker Twp, I'm hit! Ejecting!"

"Roger that, Breaker Two, bail out over friendly forces."

"Sir, Delta Five, ejecting!"

"Missile away!"

"Breaker Six, bailing out!"

The situation was grim, to say the least. Already 1/6 of the flight was gone in mere minutes.

"This is Breaker flight, we are under heavy fire, requesting reinforcments!"

"Roger that, Breaker flight, we have rerouted a sqaudron of aircraft to your area."

"Roger! Over and out!"

"This is Breaker leader, all remaining Allied aircraft, let's give 'em hell!"

The Velkyan aircraft then flew directly into the Kraven formation, releasing all their missiles (60) and switching to guns. There was no way in hell the Kraven's could beat them in a straight dogfight.

The squadron of Thunderbirds slowed, hovering above the ice floes.

"This should be it, sir. The radio is directly in front of us. You've got the green light."

Sergeant Jordan Antioch smiled. As the Thunderbird lowered to ground level, he and his squad were already piling out of the VTA, moving quickly to secure the area. Glancing around, using his thermographic goggles, he couldn't spot any nearby survivors. Pressing a toggle on his helmet, he switched back to unenhanced mode.

"Looks like the bastard buggered off. Thunderbirds, patrol the area from the air, see if you can find anyone. The rest of you, tear this place apart. I want those survivors found, and brought in alive."

As they approached the outskirts of the capital, Allied troops watched the air battle unfold above, tracers and burning aircraft were all in the air. Missile streaked about the night sky, some hitting and some missing.

Above the advancing tanks and vehicles, the 18 Velkyan fighters dogfighted as if their very lives depended on it. Outgunned 18 to 43, they very well did. The Kraven craft then released dozens of missiles, hoping to score a hit or two. The RADF fighter aircraft zoomed around, breaking and barrel rolling to avoid the missiles. Even though the RADF-2 was a highly manvuerable aircraft, much more so that the JSFs the Corp was using, the Kravens had sent up so much ordinance that it was impossible to avoid it all.

"This is Breaker Twp, I'm hit! Ejecting!"

"Roger that, Breaker Two, bail out over friendly forces."

"Sir, Delta Five, ejecting!"

"Missile away!"

"Breaker Six, bailing out!"

The situation was grim, to say the least. Already 1/6 of the flight was gone in mere minutes.

"This is Breaker flight, we are under heavy fire, requesting reinforcments!"

"Roger that, Breaker flight, we have rerouted a sqaudron of aircraft to your area."

"Roger! Over and out!"

"This is Breaker leader, all remaining Allied aircraft, let's give 'em hell!"

The Velkyan aircraft then flew directly into the Kraven formation, releasing all their missiles (60) and switching to guns. There was no way in hell the Kraven's could beat them in a straight dogfight.


Automated SAM missile system came online, Targeting the Velkyan Air craft that had now approached, Instantly they had target locks and the SA missiles were launched arcing up into the sky, locking onto their targets quickly, it would take some pretty impressive flying to avoid them...

The velkyians were overconfident about their own air craft, during the Dogfight the JSF X 44 managed to match their manovering toe to toe, they may looked stealthy but infact they were designed for maximum manovering these were Interceptors, the JSF X 33 was designed for stealth, the twin assault cannons opened up hammering bullets through the air towards the enemy craft...

As Velkyians Ground forces approached the city, Artillery opened fire, Multiple AMN 90, Long Range Concremo Firearms Produced artillery, designed to lob a 180mm shell across ranges of 50+ kms...

HE shells were lobbed across the city limits, the defening roar of over 150 of these brutes firing in staggered patterns to keep the Firing constant....

Spotters using long ranged visual equipment kept giving the Artillery sections information and co-ordinates based on the new location of the Formations movment, updating the Artillery section every so often, ensuring they had new information as soon as possible... where ever the convoy would move, the rain of HE shells would follow...

Any Velkyans that survived the Kraven SAM strike would be smashed by the rapidly approaching Air Armada of 10th Corps, Ragnaroks and Highwinds both began to lock up targets, even though they were still out of range, they would have pretty good firing solutions when they finally got close enough to unleash their missiles and rockets, along with their heavy cannon and auto-cannon.

The Velkyan fighters, with their advanced vectored thrust engines, swerved around the enemy guns, even though over 40 fighters were firing at them. A single fighter fell to the enemy blaze, ejecting it's pilot over the advancing battleline.

But, like angels from above, 36 Allied fighters appeared from above the black clouds, firing dozens of missiles and hundreds of gun rounds into the enemy formations. The missiles were hard pressed to lock onto the stealthy RADF-2s, and scored 4 hits, bringing 2 aircraft down, 1 ejecting, and the other exploding on impact.

"This is AWACS Thunderhawk, heavy enemy contacts are inbound on your position, do you copy?"

"Heavy?!"

"Airships, I believe."

"Thunderhawk, I need you to reroute major support down here!"

"Already ahead of you, Delta 1."

On the ground, the enemy artillery impacted the advancing troops, knocking out 5 Helix tanks and a few trooptransports, killing about 54 people.

"This is FAC Charlie 4, we are taking heavy artillery, requesting CAS support to silence enemy guns!"

"This is Thunderhawk, we are reading your request, cruise missiles and
AA-17s are en route to your position."

"Roger th-AHHHH!"

The line went dead.

The Air Armada was moving at top speed, they would be in range in just under 30 seconds, and then they would cut loose with all of their missile tubes, and then there wouyld be no Velkyan fighters...

[We Buy It Inc. Headquarters]

The room was dark with dozens of glowing computer monitors, several figures were looking at a 3D display over a table in the center of the room, red and blue dots flashed, smaller white dots flashed around eliminating the colored dots.

"Is it time? I believe this war has gone on long enough." Ask one figure. Several other figures nod in agreement.

"But we don't have the support of the government, if they find out we'd be as good as dead." Says on figure.

Another figure,apparentally the leader raises his hands, "Even without the government's support we can still take Kraven oversea's assests, which would be more of use to us then anything else, so yes, it is time, send the message to the SSBNs, get the 2nd fleet on standby. This is it, the Kraven Corporation has ruined the names of good corporations for too long, it is time they faced the music."

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

OOC: Kraven, I need a list of oversea areas you own, and troop strengths, and any other information that could be easily attained by satellite recon.

Meanwhile, AA-17s and Liberator II bombers continued to bombard the beachhead on the coastline as cruise missiles from the battleships, dreanoughts and SDs in the fleet pounded the living daylights out of the Kravens. Almost 20 divisions of troops were ready to go, and another whole fleet was on it's way, with 50 dreadnoughts and 30 FAD ships in it, missile barges in tow.

As these bombers took out the enemy beach defenses, Arkbird bombers loitering high above the action released their payloads of Steel Rain bombs, the advanced AI already locking unto enemy artillery pieces, feeding the data into the daughter missiles.

At 2,000 feet above the ground, the 20 bombs burst, releasing literally thousands of guided submitions at the enemy artillery.

The thick impenetrable white of yet another massive cloud gave way to yet another massive vista. Miles below the icy sea slowly solidified as the fighters and bombers headed to their designated targets. It was an attack of opportunity, the Air Fleet had begun to head north and left the southern areas of The Kraven Corporation relatively unguarded. With the destruction of multiple mobile AA assets along with other things, many considered this mission to be a cakewalk.

Either way the planes were flying above the range of traditional flak weapons, as an additional precaution.

“Alright we are coming up on Kraven, lets see if they have any welcoming parties for us.”

The Air Armada was moving at top speed, they would be in range in just under 30 seconds, and then they would cut loose with all of their missile tubes, and then there wouyld be no Velkyan fighters...

"Breaker Leader, enemy airships ae within missile range, clear the area immeditatly!"

"Damn it, we can't, we are being heavily engaged!"

"That's an order, Breaker Leader!"

"Breaker Leader, enemy airships ae within missile range, clear the area immeditatly!"

"Damn it, we can't, we are being heavily engaged!"

"That's an order, Breaker Leader!"

It was already too late, the warning, the order, everything was too late, because the Highwinds and Ragnaroks all cut loose almost simultaneously, a single barrage from the fleet totalled in at over 300 missiles, and over 5600 much smaller, but unguided rockets. They bridged the gap between the opposing forces in a wash of flame and exhaust, covering the distance faster than anyone might have believed possible, if they hadn't experienced air combat before, and even then the speed of those missiules was unreal...

OOC: Please play along with this, makes it go faster

IC:The ships of Fattie Slug arrived at the Kraven Corporation area.

Alhuma Peacemaker stepped out of the lead aircraft carrier.

"I have heard that there was a war on, that you were attacked first, and that you are begining to lose. I have come to help" He said to the first person he came across.

On board the ships:

100 Eagle class heavy fighters
500 Falcon Class light fighters
500 Hawk Class Scouts

10,000 infantry, both "dwarven", and "barbarian"
500 heavy tanks.

" I know the force that I have brought is small, but it is a fairly large amount of our military might, and we are all extremely well trained."

He looked about for the CO, trying to find out where he and his men could be sent.

Noticing their allies under heavy attack, the two carriers on station redeploy all available air support UAVs to the coast-- anything approaching henceforth would have fighters (whether UAVs, or those of the allied forces) vectored in on them to attack. In addition, datalinks are provided to the Kraven air defense network, allowing it to use the carriers' more advanced radar for aquisition.

---

The miles-wide 3-D formation of gigantic radar blips that has been on everyone's screen for the past few hours has slowly crawled closer... and now it is a stones throw away from Kraven.

Hatches snap back and revolver launchers deploy, and a hail of anti-ship missiles springs forth, each one accelerating away in a plume of exhaust as their engines kick in. Each one is equipped with a scramjet engine, and has a warhead the size of the Granit. 1,250 missiles speed forth, leaving a nice sheen of contrails against the clouds.

...and in the sky closer to the enemy fleets a twinkling of sparks are seen, though nothing appears on radar.

Engaging their PFR, four flights of 24 Falcon ground attack UAVs have closed to within striking distance, the cold-plasma systems aboard them absorbing incoming radar waves and reducing their radar signatures to those of a gnat. Escorting them are two flights of 24 Peregrine air superiority UAVs, ready to pounce on any AKA aircraft that show their faces. Several hundred more Peregrines head out to start potting the cruise missiles while they're still hundreds of miles out-- with just simple cruise missiles, it'd be like a shooting gallery.

A destroyer skyship, four frigates, and ten corvettes charge out from the coast at the same time, ripple-firing their own missile launchers to provide a two pronged missile attack against the AKA fleet. In a matter of minutes, they would also be close enough to start opening up with their heavy guns...

The rest of the remaining skyships (aside from the carriers) belatedly shift their deployments to assorted strategic positions on the Kraven coastline, leaving a large, inconvenient area of airspace where nothing can pass without being in air to air missile range of at least two skyships.

- Brettonian Army Field Headquarters -

The colonel fell out of his chair in shock.

"M- Marshall...."

Bauker cocked an eyebrow.

"What?"

"...the... it's..."

"What?"

He grew impatient.

"We've just lost the transponder signal from Army Group K."

"Well, re-acquire it."

"...no. Not like that."

"...like what, then? I'm getting tired of this word game."

"They've been destroyed."

"WHAT?!"

Bauker yelled, coming to his feet. His iguana hissed something fierce.

"The entire Group. It just got annihilated."

"Are you serious?!"

"There's not a signal transmission coming from the area. It's as if they were just swept off the face of the Earth."

Bauker fell back into his chair.

"I see..."

He fed the iguana another piece of fruit.

"Has 'It' arrived yet?"

The colonel quickly checked through the transmissions from their primary airbase, which had thus far escaped serious damage.

"Ah... yes, the transport just got in."

"Good. 'It' should give them a what-for."

---

Outside, a number of trucks began rolling off a freshly-arrived air transport. A flight of MiGs zipped overhead, ensuring air security. Each truck had something on its back. The objects were long, north of 80-meters, and very narrow; they were covered in tarpaulin. The trucks quickly tore across the airbase and into it's largest hangar, where they'd be free from prying eyes above.

Ice sheet near Kraven

Colonel Todareski saw an aircraft come over, a T-Bird. Not familiar with foreign aircraft except the ones he was to engage, he waited to see if they were friendly or enemy. His radio, some two hundred meters away, was still repeating its message. He loaded his pistol with one of the clips of .30 caliber armor piercing rounds and waited.

That's odd... their armor looks like Capitol Police, but different. Allies? He decided to see what they would do when they homed in on his radio. Now I remember... one of Otagia's T-bird's. These must be sent to capture me and my pilots. But with his radio being used as a decoy, he couldn't warn his comrades. They all have radios, not all are being used as decoys...

Antioch crouched by the radio, which was still repeating its message. Checking the frequency, he turned it off and pocketed it.

Meanwhile, the Otagian soldiers had spread out, moving out to search for the survivors. Using their thermographics, they would quickly pinpoint the body heat of any survivor. Meanwhile, the Thunderbirds circled overhead, using the same thermographics to search for their prey from above.

OOC: Just giving you a chance to shoot at me before I find you.

Todareski silently thanked God for the Air Force finally providing pilots with flak jackets. They had said that pilots didn't need to worry about engagements. Now they've seen sense and we're equipped as well as any paratrooper. They must have changed their minds after that girl caught a slug in the side during descent. His flak jacket was under his uniform, and he appeared unprotected. He would have appeared unarmed, too, as his pilot's jacket covered his sidearm while it was holstered.

But he had his weapon drawn, silently creeping up on one Capitol Police looking guy. He hated killing, but he doubted that the soldier would willingly loan him his Capitol Police looking armor and shiver on the ice sheets in his skivvies. Hell, Todareski was in full uniform and freezing his ass off. He raised his pistol and fired into the back of the head of the trooper. Blood ran from the head wound. An armor piercing round to the back of the head... It's no gorier than what we saw in the briefing film on Kraven atrocities. Get a grip.

He stripped the soldier of his armor. The body was still warm. If they're using infrared, his body will register just like mine will. Better get the hell out of Dodge. He quickly donned the armor. A bit tight... Couldn't I have gotten someone closer to my size? He pushed the thought from his head. Beggars can't be choosers. He walked bowlegged through the snow, as if searching... toward his radio.

OOC: Nice, but the one problem with your would be that its a big wide-open ice-field, if I recall correctly, and air support isn't THAT bad at finding warm bodies.

IC: The shot was heard nearly instantaneously. Turning, the Sergeant saw the man go down. Scrambling towards the body, he clicked his radio twice, the signal to fire grenades.

With a deafening thud and a bright flash, a trio of stun grenades and as many gas bombs went off, spraying the area with KoloBac and carfentanil. The closest squad of Otagians moved forward, rifles at the ready to make sure that their prey stayed down. Meanwhile, a Thunderbird moved in from above, hovering near the target.

The colonel went down in a cloud of gas, his weapon falling uselessly at his side, the stolen armor only half on. He was completely unconscious. Another downed pilot about a kilometer away ran for it, his binoculars hitting him in the stomach as he ran. He had to tell his comrades that hostiles had landed and had captured one of the pilots.

By now most of the few dozen survivors had seen the T-Birds, knew that the enemy might be using heat seeking technology and decided to spread out and run in many different directions. If they could get into Kraven territory and somehow find a change of civilian clothes, they might be able to blend in...

A squad of Stahlkörpe assault suits positioned themselves near the entrances of a large warehouse the Brettonian Army forces had commandeered some miles from their landing zone. Earlier, a Peacemaker had crawled into a similarly-sized structure and deactivated; a number of redwood-sized cables ran from its stomach to the warehouse where the suits were patrolling the entrances.

Inside, collapsible gantry cranes had been erected, a testament to the ingenuity of the Brettonian Army's engineers. Within lay four modified 78-cm "Leopold" railguns, the same type on the Peacemaker, as well as numerous artillery batteries on the Brettonian homeland. The cranes picked up entire sections of the massive guns, and crews promptly began working on them, removing some components and adding new ones. What looked like something that was once a Peacemaker's turret had been brought in as well; crews worked feverishly to secure it to the ground in every way possible. The warehouse had a strong concrete foundation; hopefully it would be enough.

A Brettonian mobile communications vehicle had parked inside a nearby auto repair garage. Its sophisticated relay gear was disguised as a civilian HAM radio array.

--- Inside ---

"Progress is going as scheduled. We should have 'It' operational within a few hours."

"Those gunnery crews are working like dogs. Even the assault suits have to help them move stuff from time to time."

"You see those BMI dudes? They were all over the place. I guess precision is necessary for this operation."

"Well, of course. Think for a moment what they're planning to do."

"I suppose. Have we resolved a direct communication to the Axis Nova air defense guys yet?"

"Just about, sir."

"Step on it. Time is of the essence here."

The needed connection is not long in coming, as a direct transmission from one of the natural resource satellites is detected by the Bretton forces.

"Got it! We're recieving the telemetry data now."

"Excellent, excellent. As soon as everything's lined up, send it to the crews, and get ready for some fireworks."

---

The gantry cranes inserted a final component into the heavily-modified turret: an eight-chamber revolver-like apparatus. After it was locked into place, two assault suits began loading the modified 78-cm slugs into its chambers.

At the opposite end of the hangar, crews were using their cutting torches to remove a rectangular strip of the corrugated steel wall that would go all the way to the ceiling. Because this would compromise the integrity of the building, large steel cables were looped around the corners of the frame and anchored to the ground, preventing the structure from collapsing inward.

Below the rectangular hole, the 78-cm railgun barrels, which had been combined into a single, massive gun, jutted outward some 300 feet from the building; it was also covered by a tarpaulin colored to match the pavement beneath it.

A huge support brace, featuring numerous hydraulic rams and a massive anchor into the ground itself had been attached to the top of the giant gun, ensuring that the barrel would not warp or deform due to the extreme heat that was about to be generated.

The last piece of corrugated steel fell to the ground.

---

"Give it one last runthrough."

"Right. Laser is confirmed to have achieved near-perfect straightness."

"The deviation?"

"Well within acceptable parameters. It'll straighten out once we're at the proper firing angle anyway."

"Right."

The lights inside the ersatz command center dimmed to a dull red.

"Allright... begin pumping coolant."

"Coolant is being pumped. Six minutes until pumping is completed."

"Right. Begin charging the capacitor banks."

"Capacitors charging. Three minutes nineteen seconds until we have enough power to get off all eight shots."

"Have the crews extricate themselves from the vicinity; even with the coolant, it's gonna get extrodianrily hot in there."

"Crews are exiting the facility as we speak."

"Have we still got air cover? This is gonna make a massive infrared signature."

"Two squadrons are patrolling nine miles out."

"Good enough. Status on the shells?"

"They've been uploaded with the proper telemetry as well. I doubt they'll need it, but no point in taking chances."

"Correct. Coolant status?"

---

Enormous hydraulic rams began moving, and slowly, the enormous gun began pointing towards the sky. It moved up in the rectangular gap that had been cut in the far wall, the tarpaulin harmlessly sliding off the side.

A large circular hole in the roof had also been cut, allowing the gun to make the pinpoint target reacquisitions to directly attack each individual target. The whirring of the hydraulics came to a halt after a full two minutes of heaving the enormous piece of artillery to the heavens. It locked in place as the nearby Peacemaker's onboard computers calculated and programmed in the final trajectory.

---

"Coolant pumping completed; capacitor banks fully charged."

"Telemetry data?"

"Ready to go."

"Allright. Let's send those hacks a little gift, for Army Group K."

"Right. Firing at first target... three, two, one, fire!"

---

Windows across the entire city blew out as the gigantic slug was hurled skyward, instantly exceeding speeds of over 14,000 meters-per-second. Coolant blew out whatever wasn't bolted down inside the warehouse. The gun made a minute course correction and the revolver-like chamber brought the next round into the breach of the gun.

---

Four seconds after it left the barrel, the white-hot slug slammed into the bottom of one of the Velkyan Tungsten Rod Cannons, perforating it from bottom-to-top. The slug, whose velocity was hardly altered at all, continued on into the vast reaches of space.

A scant few moments later, a second slug similarly puncutred the next rod cannon.

Within 45 seconds of the initial hit, all six rod cannons had been struck.

---

The last burst of coolant had completely drained the tanks; the intense heat generated had nearly melted the thin corrugated steel skin of the warehouse, and it looked as if it had been placed over a fire for too long, warping and bending at odd angles. The hefty cloud cover itself had been blasted aside by the ridiculous amount of air being shoved out of the way of the shell, leaving a nice circular hole in which the stars twinkled brightly.

---

"Last firing complete!"

"And?"

"All six targets were hit successfully."

"Excellent... Fearless Leader would be proud. Status on the gun?"

"It's taken some warping, even with the coolant. We'll need a few hours before we can fire again. Hopefully we won't have to."

"Doesn't matter, it's not like they have any more of those."

The officer slapped the printouts from the Axis Nova air defense headquarters against his knee.

"Nonetheless, we'll fix the damages anyway. No sense in not putting this to as much use as we can."

Jordan's radio buzzed.

"Sir, we've got men on foot running from the area. Permission to engage."

"Permission granted. Use stunners to bring them down, and call infantry in to apprehend them. Send one 'Bird this way, I want an evac on the one we've already caught, the KoloBac SHOULD keep him from ODing, but I don't want to risk him to the carfentanil."

"Roger, sir. Evac en route, we'll clean up here."

OOC: I'll let you decide how many of the pilots I catch. Hostages are always so much fun.

"JESUS CHRIST!"

The entire gigantic frame of the carrier skyship AN^2 Salamel shakes and groans as the mere wake from the projectiles fired by the massive Brettonian gun releases hurricane-force winds in it's wake, shoving the entire ship bodily a few hundred feet to port. Several UAVs are flung like leaves for miles, two managing to successfully gaining control, while three others splat against (variously), a tree, the ground, and the side of an A7 Peacemaker Command Unit (scratching the paint). After almost five minutes of wild gyrations, the helm officer finally manages to get the gigantic craft under control. If the carrier had been an older model non-VTOL type, it would have just flipped over and plowed into the ground. The captain, rubbing his head from where he has banged it during the ship's sudden maneuvers, spits a curse, then yells at the communication's officer.

"Get those Brettonians on the line!"

As soon as the local Brettonian commander appears onscreen, the captain of the Salamel launches into a vituperative tirade.

"You moron! Whatever you just did almost flipped us right out of the sky! If you're going to be firing ridiculously gigantic guns like that, LET US KNOW FIRST so we can clear the area!"

The Earth's Orbit

Politically and militaristically the plan was sound, although technically the Empire wasn't allowed to wage a war against the enemies of Kraven simply because on of the major allies in the bloc was a member of the Greater Prussian Empire, but regardless the Empire wasn't about to leave its allies at Kraven and Concremo hanging from a cliff, and so something would be done, although the foes of Kraven were fortunate that there was no way the Golden Throne could apply its full martial strength at any one spot. Nonetheless, taking the attack that was to be done into mind the full strength of the Empire was truly murderous. Theories of strength and power nonwithstanding, those that dared stir the safety of Kraven were about to hit a new obstacle, the power of the Empire's space ordnance, and hundreds of convoys that would begin relays to Kraven starting the next week. The idea was that Kraven was lost, even Kraven high command had expressed this opinion to the General Staff of the Empire's Ejermarcht, or Armed Forces, but through the supplying of the population the war wouldn't truly end, and instead devolve into a long guerilla conflict which would be the equivelant to what the Soviets were put up against in Afghanistan, or the Americans in Vietnam, and in the same respect, the resistance would be aptly supplied by a power that the foes would be wise not to stir into a direct conflict.

Above, outside the atmosphere of the Earth, GPALS constellations were sitting idly in the depths of the universe, some revolving around the orbit of the Earth, others simply sitting with no outside forces applying to them, using extremely sensible sensor equipment in order to make sure they were always in a safe enviroment. Ground designation complexes and vacuum enviroment radars and tealesque lidar sensors had already pinpointed the location of every single satellite belonging to Velkya, the Infinite Crucible, Civitas Americae, Kahanistan et any other nation that was currently attempting to invest the Kraven Corporation, which amounted to over one hundred targetted sattelites [OoC: Not actually knowing the exact number]. Operators had taken days of time in order to purge any sattelites which weren't part of this specified group, although what was targetted would amount to military reconnaissance satelites, communication sattelites, and any other satellites a nation would have in orbit. It would be an attack that would reset the pace of this war and would hopefully give the Empire the edge in the armament occupations to come.

Within seconds the GPALS constellations, amounting to over fifty satellites of all sizes, released seven rockets per every satellite targetted. The rockets were the infamous brilliant pebbles, which effectively used the rules of physics in a near vacuum to cover amazing distances in short time spans, in huge groups. Each brilliant pebble had a single photonic camera underneath the nose which was used by the home constellation to direct it to the target, giving it near perfect accuracy if the target was stationary. Each brilliant pebble would take about sixty seconds to track the target and then sixty more to engage, making the entire attack exactly two minutes in length. The brilliant pebble, with it's extensive nozzle vectoring, would had excellent maveurability, and extraneous fuel storage in order to complete complex manuevering to catch a satellite if it attempted to move out the way; not to mention each rocket was over five times as fast as the satellite in question. So, the attack would paralyze the military machines of the attacking foes.

They could be sure that the Empire would not relent in its pursuit to elimate the aerial advantages of the foe, and that their satellite networks would be almost nonexistant within the next week, while the heavily protected convoys would render their 'air superiority' almost useless. They would see that their situation was not as serene as they once thought it was, and they would find a new need to reevaluate their position in the war. In other words, their foundations would shake, and it would not be something to take lightly, or with a grain of salt.

Eten Emperaich Kommendo!

“Alright guys, we got a welcoming party, some of those damned airships!”

“Rodger Rodger”

With that the two wings of fighters and bombers began to press their ways higher into the sky, pushing their way to about fifty five thousand feet. This was at least thirty five thousand feet above an airships maximum safe altitude. With that the Blackout Support craft began massive radar jamming operations on the airships and surrounding area. The jamming was almost impossible to get past, but it also happened to knock out everything’s radar in the area, even allied jets.

“Keep safe guys, don’t want anyone flying into each other without radar.”

“Have the airships spotted us?”

“We will know soon enough, I want all counter measures ready in case.”

"Sir, two old decomissioned satellites have been destroyed."

"And you bothered to tell me this why exactly?"

"Good question sir."

- Brettonian Army Field Headquarters -

A large number of men had stepped outside to view the peculiar "O" that had formed in the clouds some distance from them.

"Word from "It" is they've struck all six targets."

The colonel reported. Marshall Bauker nodded approvingly.

"We've also got one of the Axis Nova skyships on the line, and he's a little... angry... at us."

"What, becase we've built a bigger gun than they have?"

The Marshall chuckled for a moment.

"Apparently it almost knocked them out of the air. Maybe we should have given them a modicum of forewarning."

"...right. In the future, when we're firing a gigantic gun at a satellite, we'll let the so-and-sos know first."

"Yes, sir."

Bauker stroked the iguana, which was how happily sitting in his lap.

(OOC: Which group are you going after, the one headed out from Kraven, or the main fleet? Also, jesus, they don't fly THAT low. I havn't statted their max altitude yet but it's definitely higher than 15,000 feet o.x)

--

The electronics officer aboard the lead destroyer openly sneers as the jamming from the Infinite Crucible planes is detected, and slides the dial for his transmission arrays up a few notches and turns a dial, before pulling a small microdisc out and slotting it surreptiously into his console.

A few seconds later, the IC aircraft pilots all become the recipents of an incredibly loud feedback squeal through their earphones, before their communications channels are taken over by the catchy rhythms of "Rockin' in the Free World".

The advanced Hypergeometric, Self-Cancelling Doppler Effect, Atmospheric Deflection, Gridded Radar systems aboard the airships simply ignores the jamming-- due to the radar's design, it's immune, though this isn't obvious until fire control radars and lidars begin lighting off, the anti-air systems of the metal behemoths preparing to "deal with" their targets...

The past few days had been serene ones for the 50/50 pilots. They had merely flown around earth a few hundred times waiting for orders that never came. With the massive invasion occurring on the ground, 50/50 strikes would be like being poked with a needle after getting smacked with a tree.

“So, she says, that’s not my dog that’s my wi…”

The pilot was cut off as a nearby (relatively) satellite rented by The Infinite Crucible was torn into a thousand pieces. Tiny ball bearings tore through space like so many demons from hell disemboweling millions in electronics.

“Holy shit!”

“Get a message to command, we need orders, where did that come from?!”

“Hell if I know, how did they know the satellite was ours!?”

“You’d think with changing the actual satellites you were renting every few days you could keep a step ahead of the enemy!”

“Apparently not…”

“Well damn, good things we got insurance!”

Laughter filled the headset.

“Alright guys, the emergency sleeper rentals are coming are being transferred to command.”

“Headquarters is calculating the origin of the attack.”

“Who did this shit, I want to blow the crap out of some sats!”

Minutes passed as the supercomputers quickly calculated the origin of the strike based on the trajectory and other information.

“Alright we have a target.”

“What is it?”

“The Macabees.”

Alright guys, lets lock and load, we know to do!

Secret IC

A solitary SonicCruiser, a civilian passenger plane based off of the B-70 in use with the CA Air Force, left Neuhausburg with a diplomatic team onboard, the destination a secret known only to the Emperor, the heads of the Armed Forces, and the diplomats in question.

The pilots ran for their lives. A few holed up behind a downed MiG and fired at the approaching troops, perhaps ten pilots. They figured probably a fifth of the troops would be captured, maybe 15-20, they weren't sure how many were alive. But these guys wanted to take some of the enemy with them and maybe take their gear to blend in... Armed only with pistols they had to rely on the cover of their fallen craft, hoping it wouldn't fall through the ice...

“Not a bad tune, but damn, that was some fancy shit!” chimed an almost, neigh robotic voice over the headset. Regular communications were simplest and the most commonly used, but there were others, including the VOICE systems. Simply put, a person spoke and his voice was broken down into a small packet of data which extracted the actual words from everything and send via network to all appropriate planes. It then was re-opened as a robotic voice. Inhuman, yes, but effective. The network itself was super encrypted and would take a monumental task to disable, time that would be better spent simply killing off the planes.

“Hmm if they can do that they may be able to break through our jamming…”

“Uh, how’s that, its super canceling, simply deadening all transmissions in the area…”

“Hey you never know, they may have some impossible super technology on those things!”

“Ok, drop the jamming, but keep moving either way, we are not here to fight the airships.”

The jamming had ended, and indeed the enemy airships seemed to have responded to the movement of the wing.

“Damnit, keep moving, we will outrun them!”

The fighters and bombers continued on, despite they could probably overwhelm the two airships that had detected them.

OOC: I am not attacking either group of airships, just pressing through your line. Also I think that put the maximum safe attitude at twenty thousand feet. Its not that they cant go higher, its that if they even get a nick everyone will be knocked out within that section.

Encoded Transmission, Kraven Defense HQ:

From: General Arkady Simosin, Commander, 10th Corps

Kraven command, I request permission to detatch the 454th and 357th Mechanized Infantry Divisions for duty to the known enemy landing sites, due to negative acivity at this Site, please respond ASAP. Simosin out.

Encoded Transmission, Kraven Defense HQ:

From: General Arkady Simosin, Commander, 10th Corps

Kraven command, I request permission to detatch the 454th and 357th Mechanized Infantry Divisions for duty to the known enemy landing sites, due to negative acivity at this Site, please respond ASAP. Simosin out.

Coded Transmission From Kraven Defense Network

You have permission to dispatch what forces are needed to deal with this Threat,

KDN out.

Coded Transmission From Kraven Defense Network

You have permission to dispatch what forces are needed to deal with this Threat,

KDN out.

The 454th and 357th Mechanized Infantry Divisions had been ready to move out for just over an hour, all they had been waiting for was confirmation, now they had it, and the swift moving Wyvern MkII combat armors were on their way to deal with the Velkyan incursion, moving at a top speed of just under 40 MPH, it would take them a while to get to their destination, but they would hit like the hammer of god when they arrived.

OOC: Sorry I've been Gone so long.

IC:

"Pappa Dady you are refualed and ready do do some damage."

"Thankyou very much were movin out"

The large B-52 pulled away from the refueling planes and rejoined the Dweladelfian Air Armada.

"Alright All air craft, this is Black Knight Leader engage your targets. Squadron Leaders cheack in."

"Black Knights Ready to Rumble."

"4th Bomber wing ready."

"Edge Squadron Ready to Kick Karven Butt."

"Blue Moon Squadron Ready."

"Red sky Squadron lets get it Bloody."

"Alright. Black Knights You will be Air Superiority, Edge Squadron take out any troops on the ground. Red sky take out SAM and AA batterys, 4th Take out those big guns gaurding the coast. ALRIGHT ALL FLIGHTS ENGAGE TARGETS!!!"

All of the Dweladelifan Planes Dove done to engage there targets.

OOC: List of Planes Now in Air:

Black Knight SQ- 100 F-22

Edge SQ-100 F-99 (Wolverine) Air Superiority Fighter

4th Bomber SQ- 25 B-52 Bombers

Blue Moon SQ- 200 F-13A

Red sky SQ- 100 F-22

200 Kilometers from Kraven Coastal Icecaps

The convoy slowly crawled its way towards the coast of the Kraven Corporation, lathargically pacing itself at around thirteen knots on average. It was, simply stated, huge, with over fifty ships of all types and sizes sprawled in a wide array for dozens of square nautical miles. The exact make-up of the convoy amounted to thirty transport ships, each improvised to carry launchers for the P.746.B variant of the Praetorian surface to air missile, and a small 5" cannon in case an ingrain foreign captain made the wrong choice to try to board the vessels. Around them, ten Pepperbox Air Defense Vessels and ten Manstein class Destroyers escorted them, keeping their big guns handy in case of an aerial or surface ship attack, or even a subsurface attack. In the end, the convoy was just as well protected as any other and whoever decided to attack it would have a big, big headache. The bigger factor was that similar sized convoys were going to make runs every three days, providing the Kraven Corporation what it needed to fight a protracted insurgency in case it was defeated in the war.

The flagship was the destroyer HES Marsa Bruth, originally a combatant in November, and transferred to docking duties after the War of the Fugue Straits, and then finally moved to convoy protection duties after it was deemed as improper for combat duties against the Havenite invasion. Within it the leadership of the convoy shouted back and forth, and conjured machinations for future operations concerning both combat and supply, and figuring out how exactly they planned to put over fifty thousand rifles, ten thousand anti-tank missile launchers, amongst dozens of thousands of other weapons, on the ice in the next day, leave, and allow the next convoy to come in.

Captain Gerhard Dietrich slapped a large map of the landing area for the supplies across the oak table in the commander's room, protected by an added armored belt, and he looked up at the rest of the officers around him. One stepped up and asked,"So, what exactly are we going to do?"

Dietrich shook his head, looked at the map, then looked up with a blank face. No one else had any ideas either, and Dietrich let out a low chuckle. Taking a couple more minutes to think about it he finally said something,"We are about eight hours from our stopping point. From there the cargo ships will have to go five by five near the ice, use their extended cranes, put personnel on the ground, and begin to send those supplies to Kraven's city. I've already sent a request to our friends in Kraven for a huge convoy of trucks, protected by extremely heavy numbers of mobile surface to air missile batteries, and a host of armed personnel. Nonetheless, our job is to get this stuff on the ground, not to their cities. So, while we put up a heavy air defense, we're going to get this stuff down. It's the job of each captain of each transport ship to decide how he's going to get the stuff down, not mine, but I'll give you a few hints. Extend those cranes, and just put things down box by box. For the lighter boxes we can use the destroyer's helicopters, which have been improvised by our mechanics with light pulley system cranes, and we can also use life boats. But we need to get that down twenty-four hours after we make it to our stopping point. Got it?"

The others still stood silent as they nodded their head. It was going to be difficult, but the Empire's military was known to make the difficult easy, and this would be no exception. Nonetheless, it would be safe to say that for the next eight hours not a single captain would be sleeping.

Somehow, a paltry 8 enemy fighters had managed to survive so far.

Well, can't let that continue thought Major Schrodinger.

"Alright boys, let's give the Velkyans a hand, follow me."

"Roger that."

The twelve F-108 fighters of Schrodinger's squadron swooped in. While the X-44 might have a stealthy design, that was useless in the close dogfighting going on above City 17, and they still radiated heat from their engines anyhow. 24 AIM-9Xs, designed to ignore simple countermeasures like flares, sped towards their targets.

As the few remaining fighters of the Concreman air force struggled to enter the battle, an entire brigade of F-108s descended upon them, firing their AAMs.


Several of the missiles slamed into their targets blowing apart the X - 44's other jets managed to out manouvre the missiles using their sleek design to their advantage, designed to turn tighter than a missile, the craft moved out of its target lock, the missile streaking off away from the target plane, disappearing into the distance..


Soon fighters and the JSF X 44's weaved and dived through the atmosphere, assault cannons hammered the air with bullets, sending mutiple rounds in the direction of the craft..

Within minutes elements of the 33rd Concreminian Air force was sky bound, moving in to intercept these new threats, like the Kraven Vtols, the JSF was a VTOL craft, using its unique verticle vector thrusters to power them off the ground, ignoring the damage to the runways, the hardened Aircraft shelters protected the majoritory of craft from damage, It would take a lot more to Remove the Concremo airforce from this deadly game of cat and mouse

Keep on rockin in the free world!

“Alright guys, we have out specified targets, looking for targets of opportunity.” The hundreds of planes above The Kraven Corporation were quickly pushing in land, preparing to release their payloads. The ruddy earth below them passed quickly by like so many perverted pastels. Miles upon miles of hellish earth were nothing but a passing blur, nothing but a target.

Keep on rockin in the free world!

“Targets found, targets of opportunity analyzed.”

Keep on rockin in the free world!

Thousands of invisible lasers painted thousands of targets on the earth below. For those targets that were known to be… wily, or proved to be before bomb and missile launch a new system was used. Instead of painting the target with a laser, a small fraction of the target would be irradiated with beam of radiation. Instead of following a laser, bombs and missiles would home in on this dot.

I see a woman in the night…

“Bomb and missile bays opening…”

With a baby in her hand…

“We have successful launch, munitions away.” Thousands of pounds of ordinance began to fall from the planes, some streaking off into the setting sun, others falling to the earth thousands of feet below.

We got a thousand points of light…

The vast majority of the munitions were cluster bombs, highly advanced. Utilizing a complex series of magnets the initial bombs could detonate still thousands of feet above the surface, but stay in a small cluster. In addition to this small guide missiles accompanied each cluster, tied into the magnetic rings, and maneuvered to guide the rest of the dumb munitions in. Soon the air was thick with balls of black death. Over fourteen thousand one hundred bombs, missiles, and other machines of destruction had been released.

For the homeless man…

There were armor penetrating cluster bombs which utilized SEFOP technology, anti infantry, anti road or runway, and others. Death would cut mile long swaths across the lands below, burning this plague from the earth.

We got the kinder, gentler, machine gun hand

OOC: Sorry I've been Gone so long.

IC:

"Pappa Dady you are refualed and ready do do some damage."

"Thankyou very much were movin out"

The large B-52 pulled away from the refueling planes and rejoined the Dweladelfian Air Armada.

"Alright All air craft, this is Black Knight Leader engage your targets. Squadron Leaders cheack in."

"Black Knights Ready to Rumble."

"4th Bomber wing ready."

"Edge Squadron Ready to Kick Karven Butt."

"Blue Moon Squadron Ready."

"Red sky Squadron lets get it Bloody."

"Alright. Black Knights You will be Air Superiority, Edge Squadron take out any troops on the ground. Red sky take out SAM and AA batterys, 4th Take out those big guns gaurding the coast. ALRIGHT ALL FLIGHTS ENGAGE TARGETS!!!"

All of the Dweladelifan Planes Dove done to engage there targets.

OOC: List of Planes Now in Air:

Black Knight SQ- 100 F-22

Edge SQ-100 F-99 (Wolverine) Air Superiority Fighter

4th Bomber SQ- 25 B-52 Bombers

Blue Moon SQ- 200 F-13A

Red sky SQ- 100 F-22


The Kraven Air force what meager craft it could muster, the Vtol attack craft, were launched to take out the large bombers that were on route, the Kraven defense network had been lit up by these incomming craft, and now that most of the Automated Kraven AA missile sites had been taken out, they would have to rely on either Allied fighters, or the meager Kraven air force..

A coded message was sent out to all of the Consortium (Name of the Kraven Alliance)

=== Coded Transmission ===

To all Members of the Consortium, we request air support, we have inbound targets a large air armarda, will all nations that can send air support do so, our AA systems are offline

=== Message Ends ===


Meanwhile in the Kraven Defense line, hundereds of slaves had been moved in by the Capitol police, they ushered them towards the wrecks of the AA systems, carrying tool kits and metal plates and other equipment used to repair the Systems they set to work, watched by the Capitol police, ushering them on with brute force...

It would take a few hours, but with these many slaves and the Capitol Police hounding them like rabid dogs, they would soon be back online...

Keep on rockin in the free world!

“Alright guys, we have out specified targets, looking for targets of opportunity.” The hundreds of planes above The Kraven Corporation were quickly pushing in land, preparing to release their payloads. The ruddy earth below them passed quickly by like so many perverted pastels. Miles upon miles of hellish earth were nothing but a passing blur, nothing but a target.

Keep on rockin in the free world!

“Targets found, targets of opportunity analyzed.”

Keep on rockin in the free world!

Thousands of invisible lasers painted thousands of targets on the earth below. For those targets that were known to be… wily, or proved to be before bomb and missile launch a new system was used. Instead of painting the target with a laser, a small fraction of the target would be irradiated with beam of radiation. Instead of following a laser, bombs and missiles would home in on this dot.

I see a woman in the night…

“Bomb and missile bays opening…”

With a baby in her hand…

“We have successful launch, munitions away.” Thousands of pounds of ordinance began to fall from the planes, some streaking off into the setting sun, others falling to the earth thousands of feet below.

We got a thousand points of light…

The vast majority of the munitions were cluster bombs, highly advanced. Utilizing a complex series of magnets the initial bombs could detonate still thousands of feet above the surface, but stay in a small cluster. In addition to this small guide missiles accompanied each cluster, tied into the magnetic rings, and maneuvered to guide the rest of the dumb munitions in. Soon the air was thick with balls of black death. Over fourteen thousand one hundred bombs, missiles, and other machines of destruction had been released.

For the homeless man…

There were armor penetrating cluster bombs which utilized SEFOP technology, anti infantry, anti road or runway, and others. Death would cut mile long swaths across the lands below, burning this plague from the earth.

We got the kinder, gentler, machine gun hand


Even before the Craft had reached the kraven Shoreline, the Generic 120mm flak cannons had opened fire, all across the kraven nation as they flew looking for targets of opportunity flak cannons all across the city opened fire, the air black with flak plumes... While the ZSU's and Automated SAM sites had been taken out, the Flak cannons till remained using the Capitol Police Troopers Optical Mags to pick out the craft before they were in range...

All across the city the steady thud of AA weapons light up the Nightsky like some great fire works display, flying this low with this ammount of AA was risky... All most scuicidal

"Sir, we've got reports of enemy aircraft attacking the Kraven beach defenses."

The Major nodded.

"Mobilize the first four squadrons of Banshees. Tell the Kraven authorities that they will arrive in approximately ten minutes."

"Yessir. Orders have been relayed."

The base shook with a deafening boom as the forty Banshee VTA went super-sonic, racing towards the battered coastal defenses.

After many days of sailing the fleet of The Infinite Crucible had finally begun to come up on the sea in the general area of The Kraven Corporation, making sure to stay out of the range of the coastal batteries. A blip of data sparked the interest of the newly arrived fleet.

"This is The Royal Navy of The Infinite Crucible, unkown ships, cease your course and turn back from Kraven. Prepare to be boarded."

The fleet was not in any possition to interecept the ships, but The Infinite Crucible prided itself in its speed and efficiency. If they ignored, making it to shore was a very risky proposition.

Now that the Velkyan were well and truly engaged, the Ragnaroks broke off, and headed back towards their original destination, the Coast, and Kravens battered Defenses...

The Kraven Air force what meager craft it could muster, the Vtol attack craft, were launched to take out the large bombers that were on route, the Kraven defense network had been lit up by these incomming craft, and now that most of the Automated Kraven AA missile sites had been taken out, they would have to rely on either Allied fighters, or the meager Kraven air force..

A coded message was sent out to all of the Consortium (Name of the Kraven Alliance)

=== Coded Transmission ===

To all Members of the Consortium, we request air support, we have inbound targets a large air armarda, will all nations that can send air support do so, our AA systems are offline

=== Message Ends ===


Meanwhile in the Kraven Defense line, hundereds of slaves had been moved in by the Capitol police, they ushered them towards the wrecks of the AA systems, carrying tool kits and metal plates and other equipment used to repair the Systems they set to work, watched by the Capitol police, ushering them on with brute force...

It would take a few hours, but with these many slaves and the Capitol Police hounding them like rabid dogs, they would soon be back online...


"Sir enamy VTOL air craft coming in."

"Black Knights Fox 3!"

"Missiles away!"

Missiles from the F/A-22s fly towards the enamy Air craft.

"Red Sky take out the AA batterys."

"Red Sky Fox 3!

Missiles fly towards all the enamy AA batterys.

"BOMBS AWAY!"

Hundereds of bombs fly towards the coastle cannons.

"Sir there are more enamy Air craft heading this way."

"Sir enamy VTOL air craft coming in."

"Black Knights Fox 3!"

"Missiles away!"

Missiles from the F/A-22s fly towards the enamy Air craft.

"Red Sky take out the AA batterys."

"Red Sky Fox 3!

Missiles fly towards all the enamy AA batterys.

"BOMBS AWAY!"

Hundereds of bombs fly towards the coastle cannons.

"Sir there are more enamy Air craft heading this way."


Among the aircraft heading their way were the 50 Ragnarok Airships that had been detatched from the fleet for coastal defense, and they were rocketing towards the bombers at nearly mach 6, they'd have to slow down to fire, but they had a little time left to burn in closer to the enemy in the sky...

"Sir enamy VTOL air craft coming in."

"Black Knights Fox 3!"

"Missiles away!"

Missiles from the F/A-22s fly towards the enamy Air craft.

"Red Sky take out the AA batterys."

"Red Sky Fox 3!

Missiles fly towards all the enamy AA batterys.

"BOMBS AWAY!"

Hundereds of bombs fly towards the coastle cannons.

"Sir there are more enamy Air craft heading this way."


The VTOLS applied the ECM's causing the majoritory of the missiles to vere off and explode, the Vtols continued towards their targets, one vtol exploded in a ball of fire... Their assault cannons picking up speed as hundereds of rounds were fired at the large bombers, it was too late however as the bombs had already been dropped...

Bombs rippled across the the Cliff top, shaking down some dirt, but leaving the Cannon inside unharmed, several machine gun nests above ontop of the cliff had been taken out and a few AA guns as well destroyed as the bombs went to work...

Unfortunatly for Primes, bombs were no use against the Cliff face, 60,000 tons of Rock protecting the Cannons beneath, to effecivly deal with these CDB's missiles would be needed, to fly into the opening that allowed the cannon to traverse and target enemy shipping...

Among the aircraft heading their way were the 50 Ragnarok Airships that had been detatched from the fleet for coastal defense, and they were rocketing towards the bombers at nearly mach 6, they'd have to slow down to fire, but they had a little time left to burn in closer to the enemy in the sky...

"Black Knights Vere off. Take out those Airships, Red sky take down the Enamy VTOLs."

"Black Knights Fox 2!"

With a blaze of fire Homing missiles flew towards the enamy Air ships.

"Red sky! Fox 2!"

More missiles from the Red sky Squadron home in on enamy VTOLs.

"Edge Squadron Protect the Bombers."

"Righto!"

The F-99 Squadron flew towards the enamy planes attacking the bombers, firing missiles at the fighters.

Squadron, enemy aircraft detected. Select targets and engage on my mark.

Rigging his Banshee through the skies, Erik Salvatore could feel the air carressing his engine pods, and used his neural interface to minutely adjust them to maintain his course.

Targets approaching AAM range. Mark targets on your VHUD.

In a flash, Erik's vision danced with colored tags, denoting which aircraft each Banshee would intercept. Mentally denoting his own target, a final tag appeared, marking one more enemy aircraft for death.

Three... two... one... MARK!

In a sudden flurry of action, the Banshees broke from their formation, dozens of missiles streaking towards their victims.

Missiles are away. Banshees, you may fire at will.

OOC: 4 laser-guided AAMs launched per Banshee, for a grand total of 160 missiles.

SECRET IC:

**ENCRYPTED MESSAGE**
To: Leadership of the Kraven Corporation
From: 3 Star General Gregory Pitland, CO of the 4th Armored Company of the Shazbotom Marine Corps

I have been authorized to offer the services of our nation for the protection of your civilians. I can land roughly 3 Divisions of the 4th Armored Company into civilian areas of your nation. Their orders will come directly from myself though and not take orders from anyone within your government. They will be there with the soul purpose of defending the civilians to try and keep civilian casualities down. If you have any objections to this, you are welcome to deny this request.

OOC: Hey Dweladelfia prime, how about you deal with the antiship missiles Bretton fired at you earlier?

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As the IC aircraft pass over the airships on the coast, transmissions immediately begin vectoring in all allied craft in the area, and flights of missiles begin to salvo from the dorsal launchers, the high-maneuverability SM-4 missiles (higher performance versions of the US's SM-3 missiles) quickly accelerating skywards on plumes of flame as their high-performance boosters fire. A flight of half a dozen Peregrines UAVs charges in at Mach 3, heeding the call of the pair of frigates, lashing outwards with their LIDARs and using the datalink from the frigates to aquire and lock onto their prey.

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Air to air missiles salvo outwards in rushes of vapor, leaving trails through the sky as they head towards the incoming enemy aircraft.

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"Hard to port!"

As incoming missiles are detected in the frigate attacked by Dweladelfia's aircraft, the massive ship peels to the left to present a broadside profile to the incoming missiles as it's point defense guns on that side open up. A spectacular light show ensues as the multiple point defense batteries blaze away, chopping apart most of the incoming missiles. Two sail by, missing completely due to the ship's manenuver, and a third impacts the hull, it's warhead leaving a scorch mark, but otherwise doing no obvious damage. The frigate immediately increases power to it's engines, and begins accelerating to a higher altitude, preparing to enter the furious air battle getting started overhead...

It was quiet. It seemed the cumbersome defenses of The Kraven Corporation had been unable to cope with the speed and severity of strike. Within minutes they would be coming up on their bombing spots. (Yes this is before the bombs drop) Suddenly the air below turned into a thick impenetrable shroud of fiery hell. Bits of shrapnel clogged the air as they flew out in random hectic arcs.

“Hold it, we are out of range, just as intel predicted.”

Just as intel predicted… Almost before that sentence had ended a fighter near the front of the formation burst into flames as it took a direct hit from a flak cannon. It was obliterated into a thousand pieces, the pilots dying before their nerves had even sent the signals of pain.

Within moments the air in front of the armada was filled with small puffs of angry black cloud. More planes took hits, nothing too bad, but four went plummeting to the earth below.

“Peal of, those are coming from the city, avoid it, cancel all bombing runs on city targets, its not worth it.”

With that the armada began to calculate and formulate new bombing locations far away from the aggressive flak cannons of the city. Suddenly klaxons began to blare as multiple fighter signatures were detected.

“Well they must brain wash their soldiers pretty damn well!”

“I wonder if they knew they knew they were on a suicide mission?”

“We will never know.”

At that the approaching hostile fighters let loose multiple waves of missiles. The great arching paths of smoke rapidly approached the armada. Anti missile systems began to flair up from all over and a dozens of the missiles began to detonate prematurely as they were hit by guided munitions and missiles. Still enough got through to deal a hefty toll.

A lead bomber was struck, its munitions cooking off blowing the enormous thing out of existence. Numerous other fighters and bombers were hit downing several planes.

“Well here is where you damn escorts earn your pay!” With that a hundred and fifty air superiority fighters broke off from the main group to engage the approaching enemy fighters. Upon breaking formation they opened up with a volley of fire of their own. Three missiles were launched from every craft, four hundred and fifty in total.

Moments later the bombing began as the combined might of almost five hundred bombers let loose the majority of their payload on the world below. Within a minute the bombing was complete.

“Bombs away, lets get the hell out of here!”

The fleet did a complete one eighty and began to make a b-line for the sea.

Just as they turned yet another threat confronted them. A volley of fire from one of the airships approached at rapid speeds. Once again the anti missiles systems kicked into full gear, causing missiles to veer off or be reduced to nothingness in a hail of gun fire and smaller missiles. Still a few missiles made it through downing two fighters.

“Ok we are pulling out, fighters, only hold off the enemy as long as we need it, don’t throw your lives away!”

“More contacts, only six, damn some suicidal soldiers we got here!”

“Their UAV’s!”

The UAV’s let loose a salvo of fire at the retreating armada, most of it being reduced to nothingness. A single bomber was hit and slowly fell to the earth below. Multiple volleys of missiles fire flew from the fleet at the UAV’s, five missiles a piece.

“Give those airships hell, so we can get out of this hell!”

With that all remaining fighters opened up, each launching three missiles, a total of a little over a thousand missiles, five hundred for each airship, flew out. There was no way they would survive. If the target was destroyed before all five hundred missiles had impacted it, very likely, they were programmed to target nearby targets of opportunity.

“Alright guys, a gate should be open for us in a few moments, push it into high gear!”

There was a chuckle as the aircraft ran for it.

SECRET IC:

**ENCRYPTED MESSAGE**
To: Leadership of the Kraven Corporation
From: 3 Star General Gregory Pitland, CO of the 4th Armored Company of the Shazbotom Marine Corps

I have been authorized to offer the services of our nation for the protection of your civilians. I can land roughly 3 Divisions of the 4th Armored Company into civilian areas of your nation. Their orders will come directly from myself though and not take orders from anyone within your government. They will be there with the soul purpose of defending the civilians to try and keep civilian casualities down. If you have any objections to this, you are welcome to deny this request.


Encoded Transmission To General Gregory Pitland...

Your Forces are welcome, However you are requested to Remain in Central Kravonika, Entering Eastern Kravonika will result in Corporate Forces opening fire upon your units, Please Respect our wishes that you do not Enter this area.

The Kraven Defense Network

Unfortunately for the Infinite Crucible fighters, they have SEVERELY underestimated the point defense capabilities of the frigate they're after. A holocaust of guided ammunition CIWS, Buckler units, Metal Storm arrays, and antimissiles open up on the incoming cloud of missiles, along with flechette rounds from the main guns. Gigantic holes are torn in the incoming cloud from the rapid-firing flechette rounds. Even more are blown away as they meet guided ammunition rounds or 40mm linear gun rounds. A suprising number simply seem to explode in mid-air as they run into impromptu 'walls' of some material sprayed forth by the Buckler units.

With 93% of the incoming missiles neutralized and the rest headed in, the skyship's dorsal guns retract into their housings with a series of bangs and clangs, and it angles it's hull to take them on that side.

A second later, the sky seems to be filled with fire as all the missiles hit...

...but from the cloud of boiling explosions, the prow of the skyship thrusts a few seconds later.

It would seem that conventional air to air missiles weren't much of a match for a frigate's armor... though, as it continues outwards, it becomes obvious it hasn't escaped ENTIRELY unscathed. Several projecting antennas, running lights, and so forth are missing, and two CIWS guns that failed to retract in time are twisted chunks of metal. Explosive charges jettison them from their mounts so that they can be retracted all the way, and the skyship turns to starboard, unmasking it's ventral anti-air missile launchers and sending a hail of missiles and long-range linear gunfire at the Velkyan aircraft.

***ENCODED TRANSMISSION***
LEVEL: Alpha Three Five Four
DECODE ONLY IN KRAVEN
TO: Leadership of the Kraven Corporation
FROM: 3 Star General Gregory Pitland

We will be dispatching the 10th through 12th Division of the 4th Armored Company to the locations specified. We request the location of the nearest airport for our modified 2 deck Boeing 787's, and our AC-01 Pelican's to land at. The AC-01's will carry combat jeeps and ATV's for the use of our peacekeeping forces.

***ENCODED TRANSMISSION***
LEVEL: Alpha Three Five Four
DECODE ONLY IN KRAVEN
TO: Leadership of the Kraven Corporation
FROM: 3 Star General Gregory Pitland

We will be dispatching the 10th through 12th Division of the 4th Armored Company to the locations specified. We request the location of the nearest airport for our modified 2 deck Boeing 787's, and our AC-01 Pelican's to land at. The AC-01's will carry combat jeeps and ATV's for the use of our peacekeeping forces.

Encoded Transmission to General Gregory Pitland

Your forces will have to land North of Kravonika, on the Tundra ice fields, then move down into Kravonika via the Northern Gate, Your forces will be escorted into Central Kravonika by a Brigade of Phase 4's to ensure your forces do not deviate from The Route, we say again Entrance into Eastern Kravonika is Forbidden, While in Corporate Territory you are Subject to Civil Law Doctrines.

The Kraven Defense Network

The Missiles from Velykas craft streaked towards the Artillery of City 17, however The Forces of Concremo had set up well, deploying the artillery between the tall high rises of the city, Missiles impacted into buildings, lacking the ability to track between the tall buildings and narrow roads,

Some might wonder how the Artillery managed to fire at such accute angles, but the shells were partly self propeled and partly guided by the spotters inside some of the buildings, well out of sight from Velkyas forces, The Shells once fired would deploy small areodynamic wings that could direct the shell as the small booster ignited once the shell had reached a safe height to do so,

Several more missiles impacted into buildings, once managing to hit an Artillery peice poorly placed, another exploded by a missile tracking its target despite the accute angles...

a total of 11 Destroyed Artillery peices lay in ruins along the streets of Concremo...

Quickly, the Artillery began a second salvo, practicing the same methods as before, tracking the Movements accuratly with the spotters placed strategicly around Concremo...

Concremo Coast

Missiles rippled across the defense line, around the shore, this was Concremo and lacked the Immense defensive structure that was Kravonika, the bombs and missiles simply blew apart some tank traps, toppled a machine gun nest, destroyed part of a mine field..

an Artillery bunker exploded, as a bunker buster missile smashed into it..

Smoke lay across the beach as the missiles had done their job...

Alhuma went across to the most official looking person he could.

"Hello, I am Alhuma, my men and I are here to fight for the Kraven Corporation. We would like to take off, and start some fights. Would you kindly tell me who is fighting for, and against us?"

Walking out into the cold air, Kiro watched as the squadron of Thunderbirds set down on the landing field. As they came to a rest, the Otagians aboard exited, carrying with them the prisoners that had been captured on their sortie. Quickly tallying the casualties, the Major was suprised, as only one man had been killed. I was expecting more. Thank the Corporation for small favors. Running up to the Sergeant who had captured the man, Kiro returned a smart salute.

"Sergeant, take the prisoner below, I want him kept sedated until the Kraven officials arrive. As he's our prisoner, we're expecting a joint interrogation."

"Yes Samurai. He's still doped up on KoloBac and those stunners, so he should be out for a while still. We'll get him hooked up in the infirmary right away."

"Good, and on your way down, talk to the comms officer. Have him inform Kraven Corp. of our prisoners."

The two saluted each other, and Kiro returned to his meditation in the cold.

Alhuma went across to the most official looking person he could.

"Hello, I am Alhuma, my men and I are here to fight for the Kraven Corporation. We would like to take off, and start some fights. Would you kindly tell me who is fighting for, and against us?"

A capitol Police trooper turned to the Man..

He aparantly ignored the man, looking at him through the red lenses of his Gasmask... it never gave away for one moment that there could be anything human behind those lenses...

a few seconds later the Trooper spoke in a voice that was cold, mechanical, sounded more machine than man and reaked of Authority...

"The Command Relay has dictated that your forces move to the front lines, Move to southern Kravonika and Report to Reichmarshal Steppen... Move" the Capitol Police trooper gestured the man to move his forces out towards southern Kravonika...

The Capitol Police were brutaly efficiency, they didn't care who this person was, they were just following orders..

Today Automagfreek has drafted a lend/lease act with The Kraven Corporation, and as a result will be delivering supplies to them. All nations involved in the conflict against Kraven be advised that within 24 hours Freek vessels will be entering potentially hostile waters. Our Warchief, Vidimir Breathstealer, has been informed to avoid as much of the fighting as possible.

All nations involved in this war be advised that should any AMF vessel fall under attack, there will be swift and terrible retribution. 200 warships and 750,000 Sentinels are prepared to enforce this mandate if need be, but we hope that it does not come to that. Per our agreement with The Kraven Corporation, the supplies noted will be delivered on time and without incident.

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Minister Hartman
-Minister of Foreign Affairs-

No more than a half hour after the international transmission was made, Freek warships and transports took to the high seas, bound for Kraven proper. Suspicious of attack, Vidimir ordered his submarines to venture out several miles as well as around the clock fighter patrols. RADAR, SONAR, and LADAR scanned the depths and the heavens alike, ready for treachery should the foes of Kraven think to stop the AMF convoy.

At the helm of the armada was Warchief Vidimir Breathstealer, who had diminished since the second AMF Civil War, but had proven himself to still be a valuable asset to the Empire. Dreadfire had charged him with the task of delivering the valuable goods to The Kraven Corporation as well as instructing them on how to use each item.

~Secure transmission to The Kraven Corporation~
:::Begin Encryption:::

My fleet will be inside your waters in roughly 24 hours, and we will dock at a destination of your choosing. I will handle any security concerns personally, and will see to it that the transaction goes without incident.

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Vidimir Breathstealer
-Warchief of AMF Forces-

:::Message Terminated:::

"What a strange person, maybe I made th wrong choice" Alhuma said to himself as he walked away.

"Right load up again, I want the half the fighters in the air protecting the transports.

We are moving to Southern Kravonika."

As he said that, he himself went and hopped into his own Eagle Heavy fighter. Within a few moments, the whole of his force was ready to move again.

***
When they arrived, Alhuma jumed out, once again looking for the most official person.

"I am looking for Reichmarshal Steppen..."

"Black Knights Vere off. Take out those Airships, Red sky take down the Enamy VTOLs."

"Black Knights Fox 2!"

With a blaze of fire Homing missiles flew towards the enamy Air ships.

"Red sky! Fox 2!"

More missiles from the Red sky Squadron home in on enamy VTOLs.

"Edge Squadron Protect the Bombers."

"Righto!"

The F-99 Squadron flew towards the enamy planes attacking the bombers, firing missiles at the fighters.

The heavily armed and swift moving ragnaroks were not without defenses, up against just 100 enemy fighters they had a decided advantage in active missile defenses, and the fact that the enemies couldn't mount nearly as much in the way of weapons as they could was a definite plus, so, when the 200 odd missiles took off after the 50 Ragnaroks, only about 50 made it through, but the Ragnaroks still had one advantage no fighter could ever match, their armor, which, in all but 3 cases, seemed to shrug off the hits like they were nothing, there was actually a good bit of damage to the relatively small airships, but most of it wasn't visible to the naked eye. The 3 less lucky Ragnaroks took hits in either the forward bridge, CIC, or their engines, putting thewm totally out of the fight.

Now the Ragnaroks retaliated, they may not be able to inundate defenses like the Highwinds can, with thousands of rockets, but they were certainly more than able to shatter the fighters that were sent against them, each Ragnarok launched 3 missiles, for a total of 141 smoking contrails streaming away towards the enemy, and then, after a few seconds of reload time, they vollied a second salvo, before finally opening up with their twinned gatling guns, and spuitting out an almost obscene amount of lead towards the pilots that dared oppose them.

The heavily armed and swift moving ragnaroks were not without defenses, up against just 100 enemy fighters they had a decided advantage in active missile defenses, and the fact that the enemies couldn't mount nearly as much in the way of weapons as they could was a definite plus, so, when the 200 odd missiles took off after the 50 Ragnaroks, only about 50 made it through, but the Ragnaroks still had one advantage no fighter could ever match, their armor, which, in all but 3 cases, seemed to shrug off the hits like they were nothing, there was actually a good bit of damage to the relatively small airships, but most of it wasn't visible to the naked eye. The 3 less lucky Ragnaroks took hits in either the forward bridge, CIC, or their engines, putting thewm totally out of the fight.

Now the Ragnaroks retaliated, they may not be able to inundate defenses like the Highwinds can, with thousands of rockets, but they were certainly more than able to shatter the fighters that were sent against them, each Ragnarok launched 3 missiles, for a total of 141 smoking contrails streaming away towards the enemy, and then, after a few seconds of reload time, they vollied a second salvo, before finally opening up with their twinned gatling guns, and spuitting out an almost obscene amount of lead towards the pilots that dared oppose them.

"Black Knights evasive manuvers!"

"Haha those Ragnaroks think were children!"

"Haha ya were some of the best pilots in the DAF!"

The F-22s Made a fast dive and then pulled up, the Missiles just hit the moutians.

"Target the bridges!"

"Fox 2!"

Missiles streak towards the Ragnarok's bridges.

OOC: Dweladelfia, so help me God, you're going to get ignored faster than a Jehova's Witness at my front door if you don't deal with those missiles that got lobbed at you PAGES AGO.

---

Another flight of Arbiter bombers loomed some distance away, hurrying to meet the enemy air force.

"It's quite a spectacular battle, wouldn't you say?"

"I'll say."

"The one force looks like it's retreating."

"Are we within standoff range yet?"

"No."

"Drone range?"

"Yes."

"Allright then. Send the drones after the enemy trying to break through the Axis Nova air fleet. We will personally attack the remainder of the enemy here with our own missiles."

"Very well, sir. Drones in flight!"

---

Each of the eighteen Arbiters released their eight drones, which dropped for a moment while their scramjets sucked in air. Suddenly, they burst to life, rocketing ahead with great speed as the scramjets went into action. They began quickly accelerating to speeds in excess of Mach 9; they'd reach maximum speed a few moments before needing to release their air-to-air missiles against the Infinite Crucible air wing.

The Arbiters themselves then re-aligned to make for the heavy concentration of Dweladelfian air targets.

OOC: Dweladelfia, so help me God, you're going to get ignored faster than a Jehova's Witness at my front door if you don't deal with those missiles that got lobbed at you PAGES AGO.

---

Another flight of Arbiter bombers loomed some distance away, hurrying to meet the enemy air force.

"It's quite a spectacular battle, wouldn't you say?"

"I'll say."

"The one force looks like it's retreating."

"Are we within standoff range yet?"

"No."

"Drone range?"

"Yes."

"Allright then. Send the drones after the enemy trying to break through the Axis Nova air fleet. We will personally attack the remainder of the enemy here with our own missiles."

"Very well, sir. Drones in flight!"

---

Each of the eighteen Arbiters released their eight drones, which dropped for a moment while their scramjets sucked in air. Suddenly, they burst to life, rocketing ahead with great speed as the scramjets went into action. They began quickly accelerating to speeds in excess of Mach 9; they'd reach maximum speed a few moments before needing to release their air-to-air missiles against the Infinite Crucible air wing.

The Arbiters themselves then re-aligned to make for the heavy concentration of Dweladelfian air targets.

OOC: Sorry didnt see the post, how many and what are they?

"Sit Otagian missiles comin in!"

BOOM

of the 40 missiles fired 35 fighters went down. 5 fighters were able to dodge.

OOC:

-_______________-

I explained this pages... and pages.... and pages ago.

For your perusal:

Breakdown of attack (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=9878528&postcount=188)

The actual IC attack (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=9874199&postcount=51)

That was posted in the middle of PAGE 4. x_x Axis Nova and I have been whining about this for pages and pages; if you didn't see it the first time, maybe you should have gone looking through the backlogged posts...?

I apologize for the OOC post in the IC thread, but I'm not sure this guy will ever see it otherwise...

<snip>


Convoy Position
The destroyers failed to waver at the thread coming from the shipping belonging to The Infinite Crucible, despite the fact that there was no major Macabee naval presence even close to pressure the Infinite Crucible to back down. However, the destroyers themselves were no laughing matter, even for a fleet much larger than the convoy, and the ADV vessels intersperced themselves with the destroyers to distribute damage if an attack on the convoy was commenced. The rest of the convoy, namely the merchant ships, continued on their way towards the coast, failing to pay attention to the message, while the flagship sent a satellite databurst to their foe's shipping:

We are in Kraven's national waters, because Kraven is still sovereign, and through international law, this convoy should be allowed to continue its trajectory without further attempts to cease it. Therefore, we pressure you, with the full military backing of the Golden Throne, to desist from your cajoling, as this convoy will not stop. We absolutely will not stop, we repeat. Any attempts to engage us will be spat back in detail. Your fleet will not escaped unscathed, even after engaging a simple merchant ship convoy. This is a warning.

With that, the convoy continued on its way. With current pace in mind the convoy would begin to unload before The Infinite Crucible could even begin to engage, but immediately, the convoy took defensive measures, tying in closer to allow for greater air defense statistics, while the amounts of ships unloading at a time would increase, thus completing the entire operation within five hours of the beginning, allowing the convoy to escape. Subsequent convoys would follow the same strategical principle, hoping to increase chances of pushing all ordnance into Kraven for the future insurrection, or even for immediate military application. Also, much to the chagrin of the current leaders of Kraven, there were a multitude of priests and religious men, including armed men, being put into Concremo and the Kraven Corporation to spread the Church of the Broken Dawn, and it's form of Catholicism, throughout the people of Kraven, which would ideally be 'free' after the war. As a consequence, the language of Dienstadi would also be introduced into the language, and by the time the insurrection was over it would be completely possible that Dienstadi was fully integrated into Concremo and the Kraven Corporation.

Futures nonwithstanding, things were heating up between belligerents and those who had declared themselves strictly neutral.

OOC:

-_______________-

I explained this pages... and pages.... and pages ago.

For your perusal:

Breakdown of attack (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=9878528&postcount=188)

The actual IC attack (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=9874199&postcount=51)

That was posted in the middle of PAGE 4. x_x Axis Nova and I have been whining about this for pages and pages; if you didn't see it the first time, maybe you should have gone looking through the backlogged posts...?

I apologize for the OOC post in the IC thread, but I'm not sure this guy will ever see it otherwise...


What the heck are you talkin about?

Word had reached Vidimir's ears of the conditions near Kraven Corporation waters, particularly the encroachment of Macabeean ships in the area. Security was stepped up as the miles between the Freek armada and Kraven waters continued to dwindle, both in the air and under the waves.

A message had been sent to the Macabeean ships ahead of the pending arrival of Freek assets in the area as well as their intentions to unload supplies. Vidimir wanted to make his objectives clear so as to not cause any undue confusion or tension. He also assured the Macabee commanders that should their fleets fall under attack that they could fall back and regroup under the protective banner of the AMF navy.

As mile after mile of ocean was passed, the Freeks began satellite analysis of the enemy units in the area, and braced for a possible interception. Minister Hartman had made the consequences of any attack clear, and though on guard, the Freeks continued on as planned.

Attention all Macabeean ships:

Our ships are mere hours away from entering Kraven territorial waters. Our fleet will be passing near yours, and we will once more identify ourselves upon visual. Should The Infinate Crucible or any other navy engage our ships OR engage your ships while we are close, we will retalliate upon them swiftly.

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Vidimir Breathstealer
-Warchief of AMF Forces-

A pair of MiGs transmitting a friendly transponder signal buzzed ahead of the Freek fleet.

"On behalf of the Kraven government, welcome to the war, friends! What is your destination? We'll escort you in."

Vidimir was slightly annoyed upon hearing the transmission, for obviously confusion had already set in. He promptly returned the message to the friendly craft and briefly explained the situation.

It is not the position of the Automagfreek government to engage in active warfare at this time. Lord Dreadfire has authorized a lending/leasing of good to The Kraven Corporation, of which we are here to deliver. We have been ordered not to engage any force in the area unless we are directly attacked or threatened.

At this time we will do nothing more than deliver our supplies to The Kraven Corporation. We will maintain contact with you and other allied forces.

-Vidimir Breathstealer

The MiG flight returned the response, splitting to either side of the lead Freek vessel.

"You say you're not involved right now, but I wouldn't worry about that."

The pilot paused while he and his wingman regrouped on the other side.

"The Anti-Kraven douches have been pretty damn militant about keeping other people out. I'd keep your eyes open if I were you."

His wingman chimed in.

"It's not like they'll respect your neutrality or anything. A bunch of honorless pricks, that's what they are."

The leader came back.

"Well, regardless of your intentions, welcome to the region. We'll be in touch."

In the T-Bird, the captured Kahanistan Colonel slowly recovered from the effects of the KO gas. He had no clue where he was at first. His sidearm was gone, and he was surrounded by men in black armor.

Capitol Police...? No. They would have probably turned me into one of those zombie troopers by now.

It took him a minute to realize that he had been captured by Otagia. He figured most, if not all of his comrades had escaped, he thought he saw one of them run while he was being captured...

Now, he sat up, awaiting the interrogation.

An old gnarled man sat contemplating the world. Deep worn groves filled every contour if his face, worn in by a lifetime at sea. He smelled of salt, and had an air of infinite wisdom about him. His steady hand and commanding voice had led many a ship and fleet within The Infinite Crucible. His father had served the Emperor, and now he served the President.

Here I am half way around the world, allies dwindling and enemies sprouting from the sea like so many krakens to pry at my life and my men. There was a slight knock at the door, knocks at the door were always trouble. This was never in my dreams as I danced in the streets around my house, pretending to command some great royal fleet.

“Sir?”

“Come in…”

“Commodore Fenwood, we have new news… bad news…”

“Let me have it, no sense in waiting.” The ensign handed the old steady man a paper with some recon photos and a brief. His heart slowly sank, yet another approaching fleet, this one they dared not tempt the wrath of.

“It seems we have really pissed off this worlds super powers… heh…”

“So it would seem, but remember the Emper… never mind.” The Emperor had been a blight on The Infinite Crucible, crushing it under the most terrible of all tyrannies, but he had pulled the nation through its darkest hour with his iron will.

“Sir, what are we going to do?”

“Let them pass, send a message, but don’t attack them or that Mac… macab…”

“Macabees sir?”

“Yes, I will send it myself.”

Soon the radio waves were ablaze as a message rippled out to the approaching Freek fleet.

There is no need… for alarm. We will not open fire on your ships, as we can be sure that those supply tankers contain nothing but humanitarian aid, correct? We understand the might of your nation, but we currently outnumber you more than ten to one, so don’t try anything funny. While your supplies are safe at sea, we can not account for their safety on land, as we are currently bombing Kraven into next year.

The message ended. The Commodore had many things, pride among them.

High above The Kraven Corporation

“Shit!”

“More contacts!”

“Those airship…” The lines went dead, the fighter taking a missile to its wing.

“Damnit, those airships are still in one piece!”

“Fire airmines for those damn drones!”

“Shit they have launched their missiles!”

“Systems firing, damnit there’s too many.” A dozen planes began to plummet out of the sky, or merely become one with it, reduced to molecules as yet another salvo of missiles fire slammed into the armada.

“Ok, lets take these bastards out!” The armada opened up with another salvo of missiles on the airships, this time seven hundred and fifty for each ship, they needed a safe exit. The fighters only had a few odd missiles remaining, but there was still the fighter bombers and attack craft.

“Lets see if those fucking drones have any brains!” With that numerous large missiles emerged from the fighter bombers flying in between the retreating armada and the quickly approaching drones. They burst into literally thousands of super slow fall bomblets. Like the others they were held in relatively close formation via magnets. Their fall was slowed by tiny parachutes and small “helicopter” bomblets which used the magnet arrays to keep as many afloat for as long as possible. With the speed of the approaching drones, one could only hope a great deal of them would slam into this minefield and be destroyed.

“Ok, all fighters, peel off, we are getting out of here!”

Numerous lotus missiles were fired off, generating millions of pings on every frequency of radar. Radar could not see through these pings, as these were not illusions, but flux’s in energy. Hopefully this would help mask their retreat.

Having already loosed their missiles, the drones closed in with remaining Infinite Crucible air forces. Programmed in all-role attack profile, the drones redlined their scramjets, slowly obliterating their airframes as they sailed towards the remaining enemy units. With a single-minded determination to eradicate themselves in an air-to-air kamikaze attack, the Middleman drones charged ahead.

Suddenly, the vast majority of the drones seemed to be torn to pieces by tiny mid-air explosions. The drones, moving in an extrordinarily linear fashion, flew headlong into the "minefield" of the Infinite Crucible's retreat. At Mach 10, the explosions shattered the drones' fragile airframes; their major components flew out of the field of exploding mines and began tumbling towards Earth.

The drones, which were sharing information with each other, had arranged themselves in a mostly three dimensional formation. Of the 144 drones, over a hundred had been smashed by the minefield.

The remaining thirty-odd drones punched through the holes generated by the destruction of their colleagues, closing in on the acoustic signatures of their targets.

Today Automagfreek has drafted a lend/lease act with The Kraven Corporation, and as a result will be delivering supplies to them. All nations involved in the conflict against Kraven be advised that within 24 hours Freek vessels will be entering potentially hostile waters. Our Warchief, Vidimir Breathstealer, has been informed to avoid as much of the fighting as possible.

All nations involved in this war be advised that should any AMF vessel fall under attack, there will be swift and terrible retribution. 200 warships and 750,000 Sentinels are prepared to enforce this mandate if need be, but we hope that it does not come to that. Per our agreement with The Kraven Corporation, the supplies noted will be delivered on time and without incident.

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Minister Hartman
-Minister of Foreign Affairs-

No more than a half hour after the international transmission was made, Freek warships and transports took to the high seas, bound for Kraven proper. Suspicious of attack, Vidimir ordered his submarines to venture out several miles as well as around the clock fighter patrols. RADAR, SONAR, and LADAR scanned the depths and the heavens alike, ready for treachery should the foes of Kraven think to stop the AMF convoy.

At the helm of the armada was Warchief Vidimir Breathstealer, who had diminished since the second AMF Civil War, but had proven himself to still be a valuable asset to the Empire. Dreadfire had charged him with the task of delivering the valuable goods to The Kraven Corporation as well as instructing them on how to use each item.

~Secure transmission to The Kraven Corporation~
:::Begin Encryption:::

My fleet will be inside your waters in roughly 24 hours, and we will dock at a destination of your choosing. I will handle any security concerns personally, and will see to it that the transaction goes without incident.

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Vidimir Breathstealer
-Warchief of AMF Forces-

:::Message Terminated:::


To: Vidimir Breathstealer
From: The Kraven Defense Network

Acknowleged, Transports are Enroute to Meet you at the Ice Sheet. A Brigade of Capitol Police will be present, For our own security Concerns.

The KDN

"Sir Look..........." *radio Fuz*

Enamy Missiles flew every were and distroyed fighter after fighter.

"Retreat... Retreat.............."

"Black knight leader has been shot down........"

320 fighters were shoot down, only 5 Red Sky F-22s ecaped...............

OOC: Did you all say there are missiles comin at my ships? O and I belive you guys owe me some shoot downs.

A hell of fire, smoke, energized air surrounded the escaping air armada. The anti missile systems and every other defensive protocol was in full gear trying desperately to keep this wall of fire from gobbling up even more planes, incinerating their pilots. The drones had released an epic amount of missile fire, and for miles around there was less sky than fire. Suddenly point defenses broke down and over one hundred missiles broke through hitting dozens of fighters and bombers.

From this long tendril of raging destruction the remaining drones emerged slamming headlong into multiple escort fighters, scattering them to the wind. Over one hundred and thirty planes in all were either plummeting towards earth or one with the wind. This was it though, the hellish earth below gave way to clean pristine ice. After sustaining nearly one hundred and seventy shot down planes, the fleet had completed its mission. Hundreds of thousands of tons of ordinance would have hit the country many minutes ago, causing miles wide firestorms and turning the land into a cratered hell.

As a final precaution the remaining “airmines” were launched to the rear of the fleet, insuring none, but the most daring or crazy would follow. Unlike conventional bomblets these contained SEFOP armor piercing explosives, capable of blowing through almost twenty feet of even the toughest armor, and magnets which would draw them close to anything that passed, whether it be missile, plane, or airship.

“Remind me why I signed up?”

“If you could see what has undoubtedly happened to the earth below our strikes, you would know why.”

“Yea, that’s it, I signed up to kill… to kill and be killed.”

Captain James Q. was looking towards the Karven Coast line.

"SIR MISSILES COMIN IN!"

BOOM

Hundreds of missiles explode on the deck of 5 Admiral- Class Carriers. Sinking all five and damaging a frigate.

"Sir Look..........." *radio Fuz*

Enamy Missiles flew every were and distroyed fighter after fighter.

"Retreat... Retreat.............."

"Black knight leader has been shot down........"

320 fighters were shoot down, only 5 Red Sky F-22s ecaped...............

OOC: Did you all say there are missiles comin at my ships? O and I belive you guys owe me some shoot downs.

The incoming volley of ernemy missiles was too much, 6 more airships went down, taking critical damage, either in the engines, the bridge, or, in one bizarre case, a direct hit on the exact same spot at which they had been previously struck, shredding the crew compartment and blowing out a missile magazine.

The badly tattered Ragnarok squadron turned and headed back to their landing field, they had destroyed the enemy fighters, but the cost would be severe in the extreme if that was what it took every timew they wanted to take out a wing...

Better then later, though much earlier would have been more convenient. The transport VTOLs arrived on Psyker Bearzerker soil. Carrying the entire rearmed military. Highly trained they were no longer the lack luster Berserkers that had made them the nation they once were, now they were gearing for war, any war. Arms production was up, the nations was being turned into an enormous fortress state. But the silent fury still remained in their blood, so very deep and silent.

Wayk had not eaten in almost a week, he developed a horrible case of insomnia and it showed greatly. He was pallid, his eyes sunken, sweaty and his smell was rancid. Most of the aids were ignoring him, more out of discuss then anything else, and only entered for him to sign documents and make orders official.
*****

Jander Severcide had been working in the ore mines for a while, next to his sister Caulna Specter. Marik Severcide looked at them often shaking his head.

"You two, as rebellious as you were when you were scouts." Marik had made them aware of the under-ways, a cult who’s job it was to preserve the old ways, it was to be passed down in sagas and teachings, exactly as the old ways had. "They let us listen to Olde Metal, dance the Cinta, but they use our own PsyBears as crowd control, they took over the Temple of Nocturna and assimilated the tamers. Slowly they are turning into us, and slowly we are turning into them. That’s how cultures have always been."

Marik was easily tired, even at 180 he was fit, but he only had 20 years left in him and the miners often took on his quotas in secret. "I'm too old for any use; my back is broken over this Jander." Jander stop swinging his diamond axe. "You and Caulna are next...”

OOC:
Sorry for not posting a "Leaving the nation" post. I just figured on jumping ahead to the "able to see Kraven but not in his territory" post. This this is a problem, drop me a TG.

Secret IC:
On Board Boeing 787 Alpha Sigma 6
The Marines were seated in the rough and uncomforable metal seats that were put into this aircraft. They were outfitted with camo heavy jackets and camo snow pants for this mission. They had never been in a snowy area as the Pure Socialist Holy Empire was in a tropical region. They were sure that some people would be extremely uncomfortable just stepping outside the door of the aircraft. Commander Joe Kalthran was sitting in the cockpit relaying flight plans to the rest of the aircraft when he looked out the forward window and spotted the land that they would be in for the unknown amount of time. Kraven Corporation, he thought to himself. So this is where some of the best shit in the world are made? It looks quite quaint.

The pilot turned back toward him and motioned to the left. They could see the battles. They specifically picked this point to enter the nation as it was along the path dictated to them by Kraven, but also was far enough away from the battle to not be spotted.

Pilot: "We should radio Kraven and ask for the authorization codes to enter their territory."

Kalthran: "Indeed. I'll do that right now."



Radio Transmission:
Kraven Defence Network, this is Shazbotdom Marine Transport Alpha Sigma 6. We request the final authorization codes to enter your nation and the coordinates of the location in which you wish us to land. We have a total of 10 Boeing 787's and 15 AC-01's. We hope this is acceptable to you in the manner of the defence of innocent civilians.

Over?

"Sir, the prisoner is awake."

The Major turned.

"Well put him under again."

"Yes Samurai."

A soldier with a white medic emblem on his shoulder leaned over the Kahanistani, injecting him with a strong sedative. The drug worked quickly, knocking him out again.

"Very good. Now, get the reconditioning units in here. I want him plugged in pronto. We don't know when we'll have to return them, so the Sleeper process will have to be done as fast as possible. I want full conditioning, all the usual triggers. And for the love of the Corp, use DMSO instead of needles, I don't want any signs that we've fucked with their minds. Understood?"

The doctor nodded, and wheeled the unconscious patient off into the complex. The same heinous process would be carried out on all the prisoners, creating a series of spies for Pale Rider, undetectable even by themselves until the triggers were pulled.

OOC: Simple hypnotic suggestion sleeper agents, standard pulp spy novel fare. Thought I might as well have some fun with the POWs. :)

Message to all Nations

Dweladlefia Prime would like to sugjest a Cease Fire, During the Peace Talks.

Message to all Nations

Dweladlefia Prime would like to sugjest a Cease Fire, During the Peace Talks.

We will consider it.

Some miles inland, a single Peacemaker's eyes turned to the heavens. Its complex, sophisticated threat-detection suite began picking up the gargantuan missile fullisade streaking across the sky many thousands of feet above it.

The Peacemaker quickly determined that the missiles were no threat to it, but passed this information along to the relevent battlefield command relay just incase. It resumed being a sentinel for the surrounding area.

---

- Brettonian Army Field Headquarters -

"Hello! One of the A7's has sighted a pretty impressive missile attack coming in!"

"What's its destination?"

"They're travelling at high altitude. The signatures don't match cruise missiles, so I imagine..."

"What?"

"Bring up the tactical graph for the area, if you will?"

"On it..."

"Ah. Yeah, there we go. I imagine they're barreling towards Axis Nova's airships."

"Not like air-to-air missiles will mean much of a difference, but you'd better give them a heads-up if they haven't already figured it out."

"Willdo, sir."

---

Many miles away from the action along the coast and cities, the enormous railgun was being prepped to fire again. Repairs had gone quite well, and the deformities in the barrel had been ironed out and smoothed down again, returning it to its former state as a ramrod-straight weapon.

"Is that simulation done yet?"

"Just about... the vehicle's computers aren't that powerful, you know."

"I said we should have run it off that Peacemaker's unit."

"We need it for power. In any case, if we really need, we can always request another one come over and use its full potential as a multi-billion jion god of war to be a calculator for us."

"I guess you've got a point. Allright, whatever. Can we hit Concermo from here or not?"

"Ahh... yeah, it looks like it."

"How accurately?"

"Well, not as much as we'd like... even with this kind of velocity, it'll still deviate by as much as four meters."

"Whatever, we'll live with it. Better than using a cruise missile, anyway."

"Yeah, they won't be able to track this. Heh. Allright, patch us to a satellite and let's find some targets."

The sky was no longer a bright blue, but rather a gloomy black and brown mix, with flames rocketing into the air from sunken ships. At least 25,000 men had died so far during the naval battle, and about 12 ships had been sunk.

-Inside the H.P.S. Peacemaker

"Damn Kravens! They won't give...Gahh!!" A sailor screamed before being killed by shrapnel from a Kraven missile.

"Jerry!!! That's it you blasted Kravens, see the might of the Holy Paradisian Navy!" another sailor yelled. Missiles flew into the sky, headed towards the shoreline.

((assuming some miscellaneous fighting and battle damage, as well as the destroyer having had time to close the range; this is one of the ones from the Kraven mainland))

Flashes and the sound of explosions light the overcast from above. They slowly begin to get louder and louder, and soon the source is revealed-- a skyship destroyer, fending off the last of a concentrated missile barrage. As it's blunt silver prow thrusts itself down through the cloud bank, a last few missiles hit it, blowing off a few smaller turrets and damaging one of the large ones.

It soon becomes obvious that the giant craft is suffering from long-term battle damage: over the course of the fight it's taken so many missiles that even it's armor is weakened somewhat in places, and a car-sized divot (surrounded by a scorch mark) is in place on one of it's control surfaces, marking the spot where some AKA plane rammed it. Another blasted opening that extends clear through the ship from top to bottom marks the destruction of one of it's tesla turbines, due to an entire satchel of self-forging fragment bomblets accidentially being sucked into the intake-- while there were multiple redundant armor shields and bypasses protecting it, during the fight, the immense number of missile hits slowly chipped away at these defenses-- and the sensors indicating damage in that section had malfunctioned due to a short circuit.


Still, the horribly large aircraft is full of fight, as the guns swivel around to point forwards and lidar emissions begin probing the ships about ten miles ahead...

The Peacemakers took up their positions once again, throwing their full antiaircraft fullisades into the sky, issuing every variety of physical and electronic countermeasures available, jamming guidance frequencies, hacking and altering the more sophisticated systems... their onboard AI units furiously recieving data, crunching numbers, and transmitting relevent information to each other and their close-in weapons.

All the while, their bloodthirsty Combat AI bided its time, keeping their main guns' capacitors fully charged, impatiently, eagerly waiting for the enemy fleet to inch a little closer to shore, putting them in the range of their 78-cm primary weapons.

---

"Allright, finally! Satellite imagery has been restored."

A map in the improvised command center displayed various parts of Concermo. A number of blue pips represented the advance elements of the Brettonian Army; most of them were assault suits, hiding in forests and elsewhere.

A large concentration of Velkyan airbornes were moving into the Concerman capital.

"There, drop it in the middle of that formation. Even with the deviation, it should give them quite a show."

"Secondary target?"

"There's another good concentration here. Fire a third shot... two degrees off from the first. That's all; we'll only fire three shots at a time before allowing the barrel to cool. It's not worth risking damage to it again."

"Understood, sir. I'm having the firing zone cleared as we speak."

"Very well."

"Commander, we're getting a feed from headquarters. Apparently there's still an active enemy fleet off the coast."

"Hmm... allright, have the data recorded but don't upload it yet. Let's see how well the enemy airbornes in Concermo handle this. If the result is not satisfactory, we'll switch to those naval targets."

---

The mammoth "supergun" slowly rotated to a more appreciable angle. The eerie blue-white glow bathed the landscape once again as a massive electrical buildup thrummed through the monstrosity.

The first shell sailed across the horizon, flattening some of the Kraven buildings on its way out of town; they were crushed by the shell air pressure alone.

The gun made a minor adjustment and fired again, a second blast of coolant freezing the ground around it for the eighth time.

The third and final shot came, back on the initial course yet again. The personnell in the command vehicle eagerly waited for the satellite imagery to resolve itself so as they could see their handiwork.

"Katrina, this is Honor in Battle."
"Go ahead."
"We're approaching your position."
"Excellent. We could use you."

Onboard the deck of the Honor in Battle:
"All pilots to the flight deck!" Ensign Peter Van der Gruppen ran out, in full flight gear.
"Listen up!" yelled Maj. General David "Fallout" Donovan. "We are going to provide air superiority over a merchant fleet in the area. GO FOR IT!"
"Understood!" As Peter ran to his aircraft, a Harrier, he pondered why we were even in this war anyway.

Major General Brutus Licinius Maximus, commander of the Air Force base at Al-Qamar, Kahanistan, called the President himself.

"Mr. President, the air fleet we sent to attack Kraven was almost 90% destroyed, 26 pilots confirmed captured, 51 confirmed dead, over 300 missing. I think most of the missing have made their way into Kraven territory, trying to blend in and survive. I had hoped that the Kraven Navy would deploy, thinking we had a carrier."

President al-Za'if's normal mild manner vanished. "You blithering IDIOT! Did you not even read about what the weather is like in Kraven? It's fucking COLD, that's what! The water is frozen out there for miles, most of their navy probably can't move any better than a carrier could get to Kravonika."

"Now, General, if you still have a functioning brain cell, I want 40 missiles targeted on Kravonika. Targets include Capitol Police barracks, SAM sites, coastal batteries, and that damn factory Xirnium Intelligence raided. And try to get those satellites back on line so we know what we're shooting at."

"Way ahead of you, Mr. President. Satellites are armored and protected by electromagnetic defenses. We have a bird's eye view of Kraven. Missiles will be targeted ASAP. Out of nukes, unfortunately."

40 Titan II ICBM's streaked from the base. Owing to the scarcity of nuclear materials, they had been forced to use conventional weapons on them, packing the ones bound for the factory and barracks with napalm and the others with conventional military explosives similar to the ones found in Tomahawks and other cruise missiles. The missiles soared towards their destination... intent on wiping Kraven off the map.

Peter's Harrier screamed over the naval convoy.

"Harrier 7 of The Fallen Races Air Force. We are here to maintain air superiority while this convoy keeps going. We are friendly forces. Are there any specific locations to cover?"

With the military in the country the Psykers were ready to get involved before the peace talks ended and they were left out completely.

*-+=Coded=+-*
From: Wayk Specter
To: Kraven High Command
Re: Orders and Deployment

As we now have the new Army up to standard and under control of the Kravenist Government, we seek orders of immediate deployment in the fight against the AKA.

We were on of the first to stand by you yet we have done nothing to help, We seek combat and target and this message is of the highest priority.

Kravenist Psyker Bearzerkers
Wayk Specter

Wayk scratched his face ad bean to bleed; his twitching was getting worse...

"OK, all Eagle fighters and all Hawk Scouts into the sky, now!!" Alhuma shouted.

"There is a fleet, from some place called Holy Paradise, we're going to hurt it as much as possible. I want each of the Eagles to load up with 8 112 KG torpedos. We probably can't knock this fleet out of the water, but we're gonna try and do it. Be careful, no cocksure flying, the Scouts are there to protect us from aerial attack, but remember Eagle pilots, even our fliers can be knocked out by a single lucky shot."

The 300 planes lifted off into the air, and they powered off towards the enemy fleet. Meanwhile the infantry were left under the command of Wulf, and he was still looking for the Reichmarshal Steppen he was looking for.

Barrage after barrage pummeled the Kraven shoreline, with at times hundreds of missiles flying into the sky and, since most were destroyed, a few hitting the shoreline. General Washington paced up and down the floor of the command room on the U.S.S. Holy Paradise. "What are the casualties, Fleet Admiral?" he asked.

"About 23 ships sunk, 6,928 dead, and 8,546 wounded." Fleet Admiral Lancaster replied. Gen. Washington uttered a string of expletives.

"Holy shit! Sirs! A large number of enemy aircraft, headed this way!" a sailor announced.

"Damnit! We already have our hands full with the blasted Kravens! Alright, men! Anyone who has AA gun duty, get to those guns now!" Lancaster ordered.

"Everyone else, continue firing on the shores! Show no mercy!" Washington added.

The sqaudrons of Allied armor hit the outskirts of City 17 like the wall of metal and alloy that they were. Above the battle, Allied and Kraven aircraft tangoed in a deadly dance that had been nearly forgotten in the art of war.

The dogfight.

Meanwhile, on the ground, Helix paratanks began to fire their 100mm cannons at CP strongpoints. The blast from the HEAT and SABOT rounds would surely knock out any Police in the building. Overhead, Halbered attack craft provided CAS support. Any enemy armor that bothered to show itself would be annihilated in a flurry of anti-tank missiles and cannon fire.

Troops began to pile out of their IFVs, as the large autocannons mounted on said vehicles began to pour covering fire into the enemy.

It would be a night to remember.

Meanwhile, on the Concermo coast.

The first of the LCACs began to pour from the Donnet Class Amphibous Assault Ships, carrying the many Marines and Soldiers bound for the Concermo coast. Luna Attack VTOLs shot overhead at nearly the speed of sound, firing off hundreds of unguided rockets into the enemy defences. The trio of SDs in the fleet, along with the dozens of dreadnought, began a massive barrage with their cruise missiles against the shore.

As this occured, the Eagle and the other carriers in the fleet began to launch their RADF-2s and Halbereds in a bid to gain total air superiority over the area.

Overhead, Liberator II heavy bombers dropped dozens of Steel Rain rocklet dispensers. The thousands of guided submunitions released by these bombers would be enough to destory an entire armored column in one fell swoop. Halbered attack craft began to drop dozens FABs and hundreds of napalm bombs on the ice sheet, hoping to melt it.

It was quite a bad night to be defending that particular beachhead.

The Hawks climbed to aroun 15,000 feet, keeping a watch on the pilots above them. The Eagles dropped down to about 2,000 feet.

As they neared the fleet, the air around them began to explode, Alhuma's aircraft rocked after one shot hit his ship. The Eagles were Heavy Fighters though, and could also fly and fight in deep space. They were well armoured. As it was, three were down.

Alhuma counted the distance down to the fleet, and he took his flight towards the one looking to be the flagship.

****

The scouts were content to circle above the fleet, waiting for the enemy aircraft to engage them. Hopefully, even if the enemy had more craft, the Hawks were very very manouverable, and could turn very quickly.

Then, there was a great thundering sound.

About 20 explosions erupted in the Concermo capitol, destroying tons of Allied armor. The massive shells destoryed almost 200 tanks and killed off 3,000 Airborne. However, the shells had impacted the city as well, flattening entire skyscrapers, and leveling dozens of building. The Kraven defenders were sure to receive hell as well.

Onboard the SD V.S.S. Velkya

"Sir, we have just lost contact with Airborne Section 5A!"

"Enemy shells have heavily annihilated Section 3F!"

"Section 2C has been completly destroyed.

General Mortimer was shocked as he heard the battlefield estimates.

Over 5,000 casualties, out of a good 100,000 men...

"What in God's name fired those?!"

The SatCom officer turned.

"Enemy mechs, sir."

"I though we had annihilated those f**kers!"

"The barrage still hasn't hit yet!"

"Damn it! As soon as those cruise missile tubes are reloaded I want the whole damn arsenal fired at them! Wipe them off the map!"

"Yes sir!"