Truitt
27-12-2005, 22:48
Davenport
The rain had stopped, for the seventh time since the capital was attacked by N Y C, and the seventh time since he had pleaded for an accord between The Silver Sky and the mix up durring the storm.
With the now-friendly nation being the only bordering state on the island, he now felt very secure, and very much safe at home. Patrols had increased, and the Province now had a State-sized three-fleet force.
The fleet was growing tremendously, and so was the air force, and all that remained was ground power, something the seChancellor did not care much about. He wanted revenge on the cowards he had thought as allies, but he did not want a war in the essence.
Day after day, he had given hate speeches on N Y C, and how it betrayed the Rule and Mattian, and how it ended the lives of thirty Mattanese civilians. The populous had nearly forgotten the lost division, which seemed to be lied into being attacked by N Y C, commonly refered to as "Nic" such as the Osean Rule was refered to as The Rule for short.
"This rebel country of barbarians and godless self, their thoughts of hate and those against their faiths, all those who support the Nic should be destroyed and sent to final judgement, I believe. Don't you?" He asked a crowd watching him from a defenceless podium, with no bullet proof glass or what not, a custom of Truitti Politikan politicans. The crowd roared out with "Si, mi amigo!" and "Para Vivir!" He smiled and continued on his speech, which happened three days ago.
He now sat with many others in his office that was shaped like an octagon, a stop sign. His scarless face, tan yet pale in a personal note, was blank of expression except for his shining and emotional eyes, something no one could hide, the falsity of their eyes. "Mi amigo, you must answer me. Do you want to continue with the plans, si or no?" pressured a representative of the 2nd Provincial Fleet. The plan was layed on the table, and N Y C had been warned by now of a possible attack on their colony. The Silver Sky, DMG, and Odessa all knew it would happen, and Omz had always known it would happen to someone.
The plan was to send out an entire pack of T-Boats, Oured-classes, for purely anti-shipping missions, but two would be holding coastal-attack missiles, Archer-types, and would strike a major port town, since reports (although not confirmed), pointed that the capital was well inland.
It was a counter strike, a sort of counter offencive, not an agressive or invasionary one, only a responce to a near-war declaration given just two weeks ago.
"Si, mi amigo, but I want Odessa to be warned of our movements, and I wish to go around the eastern side, away from Skian watch, and well around Omz, straight to the Nic." He replied back looking into the heartless captain's eyes, their brown-colored sights glicining at each other. "Gracious, mi amigo, it shall be done." He said sitting down now, fists relax.
Porta de Escuela
A port city, just built, layed on the broder of Odessa and Mattian, the port city had a small naval shipyard, and behind the shipyard was a customary air field, just enough to land medium-sized transports.
The unseen Oured-class SSNs took off from their below-ground docks at a slow five-knot speed until reaching international waters, and then turned on active sonar, and sped up at twenty seven knots, their cruising speed at submerged depths of 560 feet below the surface.
Each Oured of the total twenty four had six torpedo tubes, four in front and two in the rear, and all six were loaded. The Oureds which had the Archer-type Strike Missiles were in the middle of the group, their torpedo and VLS Tubes loaded and prepared for a long fight. Supply rooms were over filled for a voyage to take them to just a little ways from N Y C where they would be replinished, and then would proceed with the operation, codenamed "Second Chess."
The group had gotten to Haraki and the supply ship came, a little early, but well away from any detection of those warry of Mattian and the seChancellor. The group resupplied on food and munitions (which they only carried half their stores for performance issues) and then embarked around Haraki and then to Quester, and then, finally, the group made it to just outside N Y C territorial waters, heavily silent and running deep and within five knots.
"Keep passive sonar online, and stay at four and a half knots. Stay at three hundred feet attitude, and we'll begin our operation when we get the signal." Ordered the capitan, the same one from the boardroom in Davenport, Captian Leute Greva Siondo. He smiled, as his brother was lost in the attack on the capital, and was ready to take out as much as he could.
The rain had stopped, for the seventh time since the capital was attacked by N Y C, and the seventh time since he had pleaded for an accord between The Silver Sky and the mix up durring the storm.
With the now-friendly nation being the only bordering state on the island, he now felt very secure, and very much safe at home. Patrols had increased, and the Province now had a State-sized three-fleet force.
The fleet was growing tremendously, and so was the air force, and all that remained was ground power, something the seChancellor did not care much about. He wanted revenge on the cowards he had thought as allies, but he did not want a war in the essence.
Day after day, he had given hate speeches on N Y C, and how it betrayed the Rule and Mattian, and how it ended the lives of thirty Mattanese civilians. The populous had nearly forgotten the lost division, which seemed to be lied into being attacked by N Y C, commonly refered to as "Nic" such as the Osean Rule was refered to as The Rule for short.
"This rebel country of barbarians and godless self, their thoughts of hate and those against their faiths, all those who support the Nic should be destroyed and sent to final judgement, I believe. Don't you?" He asked a crowd watching him from a defenceless podium, with no bullet proof glass or what not, a custom of Truitti Politikan politicans. The crowd roared out with "Si, mi amigo!" and "Para Vivir!" He smiled and continued on his speech, which happened three days ago.
He now sat with many others in his office that was shaped like an octagon, a stop sign. His scarless face, tan yet pale in a personal note, was blank of expression except for his shining and emotional eyes, something no one could hide, the falsity of their eyes. "Mi amigo, you must answer me. Do you want to continue with the plans, si or no?" pressured a representative of the 2nd Provincial Fleet. The plan was layed on the table, and N Y C had been warned by now of a possible attack on their colony. The Silver Sky, DMG, and Odessa all knew it would happen, and Omz had always known it would happen to someone.
The plan was to send out an entire pack of T-Boats, Oured-classes, for purely anti-shipping missions, but two would be holding coastal-attack missiles, Archer-types, and would strike a major port town, since reports (although not confirmed), pointed that the capital was well inland.
It was a counter strike, a sort of counter offencive, not an agressive or invasionary one, only a responce to a near-war declaration given just two weeks ago.
"Si, mi amigo, but I want Odessa to be warned of our movements, and I wish to go around the eastern side, away from Skian watch, and well around Omz, straight to the Nic." He replied back looking into the heartless captain's eyes, their brown-colored sights glicining at each other. "Gracious, mi amigo, it shall be done." He said sitting down now, fists relax.
Porta de Escuela
A port city, just built, layed on the broder of Odessa and Mattian, the port city had a small naval shipyard, and behind the shipyard was a customary air field, just enough to land medium-sized transports.
The unseen Oured-class SSNs took off from their below-ground docks at a slow five-knot speed until reaching international waters, and then turned on active sonar, and sped up at twenty seven knots, their cruising speed at submerged depths of 560 feet below the surface.
Each Oured of the total twenty four had six torpedo tubes, four in front and two in the rear, and all six were loaded. The Oureds which had the Archer-type Strike Missiles were in the middle of the group, their torpedo and VLS Tubes loaded and prepared for a long fight. Supply rooms were over filled for a voyage to take them to just a little ways from N Y C where they would be replinished, and then would proceed with the operation, codenamed "Second Chess."
The group had gotten to Haraki and the supply ship came, a little early, but well away from any detection of those warry of Mattian and the seChancellor. The group resupplied on food and munitions (which they only carried half their stores for performance issues) and then embarked around Haraki and then to Quester, and then, finally, the group made it to just outside N Y C territorial waters, heavily silent and running deep and within five knots.
"Keep passive sonar online, and stay at four and a half knots. Stay at three hundred feet attitude, and we'll begin our operation when we get the signal." Ordered the capitan, the same one from the boardroom in Davenport, Captian Leute Greva Siondo. He smiled, as his brother was lost in the attack on the capital, and was ready to take out as much as he could.