ViZionarian Congress To Oppose Far-Right Plans [Archive]

imported_ViZion

01-01-2006, 04:39

Secret IC:
In the Presidential Office;
President Villian's newly appointed advisers stood around Villian's desk in the locked room. President Villian sat in his plush leather chair, just thinking.

"Mr. President," said Leon, the new Military Adviser, "We should act... tonight. They're going to only get stronger the longer we wait."

President Villian looked up at Leon for a couple seconds, computing the facts, and looked back down. "Sir, if we wait much longer... they could call for you to be removed from office. If we don't do this quickly... it could be to late!" Leon said.

President Villian took a deep breath, then looked up at the men. "We will not move tonight. We will wait. We already have one big New Year plan. Let the people have their enjoyment. After that is when we move."

Chuck, the Political adviser, chimed in, "President, I believe Leon is correct. The sooner we move, the better. People are becoming more and more worried and upset with you. Civil unrest will come, as will political unrest. People are already calling to have you removed, but no such move has yet been made. Luckily. But that will change very quickly. The ViZionarian people are not for a righty government, nor is the Congress or Senate. No one. Or, very little anyway."

"Yes, yes, I know," said President Villian, "But we must allow ViZion to show its might once again in terms of celebration. We're going to have the world's largest firework show. That show much go on, as well as the celebrations. After that, we move. Tomorrow night. Not tonight. Tomorrow night. Leon, tell the General to come in. Everyone is dismissed."

After a couple minutes, the General was at the desk, everyone else gone except Villian, and the room was once again locked. President Villian remained in his chair, however he was now facing the window, looking out into the skyline of ViZion City at night, an extremely festive look to it.

"General," President Villian said, then swivalling around to face him, "Remember our plan?" he asked. The General gave a slight nod. President Villian leaned forward and looked deep into the General's eyes.

"Prepare."

"Yes, sir!" the General responded. He then soluted the President, turned, and exited the room.

imported_ViZion

01-01-2006, 23:34

Secret IC
In the Presidential Office;
President Villian called in the General. It was 8:25 pm, dark outside. The Celebrations were still going throughout the vast capitol. After all, they had just seen the largest display of fireworks presented hours before, and people tended to get roudy on New Years Day.

As the General entered, the doors were closed and locked. The General walked up to the desk. "Sir." he said. The President took a couple seconds, then swivalled around to face the General. He wasted no time.

"General. It's time. You know what to do." he said, then turning back to face the window to watch the glorious ViZion City shimmer in the vast, dark, evening sky.

The General quickly walked down of the room. It was time. No one would dare oppose President Villian after everything is done tonight.

OOC: I'm goin to the movies w/ a friend so it'll be a few hours before I make another post... but it will be today.

Doomingsland

02-01-2006, 00:10

-Magdha-

02-01-2006, 00:45

"You also enjoy the full, unwavering support of my government."

--Imperator J.L. I--

imported_ViZion

02-01-2006, 00:46

Encrypted Transmission to President Villian

If you do indeed plan on establishing a more sensible government, you will find that you have the full backing of the Empire and all her resources. You need only say the word and mighty fleets will sail to your aid to halt leftist aggression and the like. That said, along with the men that are to be deployed as part of our intellegence exchange program (OOC:The torture thing), we are willing to deploy the DIS Perditor along with a small Marine Expeditionary Century to aid your own forces in any special operations.

One more thing: if you intend to respond to this message and want to maintain some element of secrecy, come up with a better encryption system than simply writing in a different language.

OOC:Think maybe we should do the torture thing in this thread, you know, to add to all the political crap going on?
OOC: well, that sucks, movie was sold out and he couldn't go to a later one because he has plans tonight... so here I am... and yes, we can do the torture thing in here...
IC:
10,000 ViZionarian soldiers were ordered to begin their march towards Congressional Hall, the location where the Congress was currently holding a meeting at. They came mostly from the bases in and around ViZion City. Of those 10,000 soldiers, 500 were Special Forces, and 1,000 were in the Mechanized Division, with four M1A2 tanks and 15 Styker units, among other vehicles. The other 7,500 soldiers were infantry.

They made their way through the streets. ViZionarians stopped to watch, many asking what was going on. Children ran alongside, waving. But unlike the usual response of waves and cheers back, they never even looked at the children.

It would take them some time to get to the Congressional Hall with all the people and traffic in the streets, as well as the vastness of the city. And very quickly, the news and police would surely be picking up on this.

imported_ViZion

02-01-2006, 01:05

ViZionarians have begun arming them selfs as the Arms Polls have begun opening. ViZionarian Civilians know how to use their weapons, but they never expected to have to live through another civil war and fight their own military.

Across the city, gunfire began to popup as resistance began to form. But at this time, it was only a few small groups, as many had yet to get armed, or be alerted of what was happening. ViZionarians also were trying to work together, as they knew team work would be the best solution. What they didn't know was who was begin this. They could only assume it was the President himself.

imported_ViZion

02-01-2006, 01:18

OOC:
Here's a map of ViZion's Italy claims. You'll see green and brownish circles and squares. Circles=air and land bases, squares=naval bases.

Brown=Congress/Peoples claimed bases
Green=Rebels/President's claimed bases

http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/3818/italycivwarmil9zq.jpg

Banduria

02-01-2006, 01:20

Official Encrypted Communique to President Villain

We have heard of your plans to move towards a better state emphasizing true capitalist values, yet another bastion in the fight against communism. We fully support any actions you might take to remove this leftist threat and will be ready to deploy any units of the Imperial Guard if you require their aid.

Charles Perian
Bandurian Minister for Foreign Affairs

Minoktia

02-01-2006, 02:17

TO:President Villian
FROM:Reichsforeignministry Virconium, Minoktia

The Imperial Christan Reich of Minoktia will do all in its to aid you. We shall send an SS unit and a unit of Eniezkommandos to help put down these viciosus rebels. We will also send a Luftwaffe fighter/bomber wing.

Reichsforiegnminister Heinrich Abetz

Doomingsland

02-01-2006, 02:21

Gnaeus Cammius AFB, Doomanum Major, Doomingsland

"Orders from the High Command, colonel," came a voice from several feet in front of a slumbering Colonel Junius Meridius.

The man stirred for a moment, sitting up in the sand, blinking a few times. He looked at the lieutenant for a moment and grabbed the paper he held from his hands. Glancing at it, he smiled. The paper said but three words, none of them making sense to the bearer of the message. He was obviously puzzled.

"That's the go-code, Gaius," said Junius, as if reading his mind.

Lieutenant Gaius' eyes lit up with glee. The unit was finally going to see a little action.

The two men were on the far outskirts of the base, the colonel supposedly monitoring an excersise. They were always the same. Besides, there were always the after action videos. He really didn't need to physically watch his men work.

"Your orders, sir?" asked the lieutenant, failing in his attempt to conceal his excitement.

"Grab your woodland fatigues, Gaius. We're heading to Italia. Order the men to suit up and mount up, we leave in one hour," the old soldier said with a smile.

He stood up, slinging his DR-78A1 rifle over his shoulder, and walked towards his waiting car. This was going to be a long day.

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

At 1530 local, the Imperial III Mobile Infantry Force, an airborne light infantry unit five-thousand men strong mounted in ACI-68E Banshee VTOL transports, departed Gnaeus Cammius AFB under heavy escort by Imperial Airforce fighters. Their official orders were to occupy Caesar Airforce Base in central southern Italy, a base under President Villian's control.

They would act as a sort of regional police force, making use of their transport aircraft to allow for rapid insertions to hotspots for Congressional activity. Heading along with the unit was the XIV Tactical Fighter Squadron of the Arma Caelus Imperium Doomanum (ACID, better known as the Doomingsland Imperial Airforce, or DIAF), a unit composed of the brand new ACI-73A Aquila air superiority fighter along with their own AWACS aircraft.

This would be the Empire's primary force projection force in the region. While not suited to combating the ViZionarian Army's mechanized units, they would be perfectly suited to combating enemy units in the mountainous central area.

The region around ViZion City was far from overlooked, however. Heading towards Zypher Airforce Base outside of the capital was the Imperial Legio VIII 'Crematoria'. This was a unit designed purely for mobile warfare, and was equipped as such. Making use of the Empire's latest advancements in mechanized warfare, this relatively small unit of 5,500 men was fully mounted, infantry operating out of DM-38A2 Testudo II Infantry Fighting Vehicles, designed to supplement the Legion's main killing force, the cavalry units comprised mostly of DM-41A2 Caesar Main Battle Tanks.

Within hours, the first transports would begin to arrive at both bases, unloading their units as quickly as possible. The High Command suspected that Congressional Forces would be making a counter-attack as soon as they could get organized, and they weren't quite sure how long that would take...

In the department of naval units, the Imperial III and VI fleets changed courses, heading for Italy to commence a blockade, III Fleet already being within the Mediterranian. Those forces being immediately deployed were only going as part of the Empire's rapid reaction plan. As those units steamed and soared towards their destinations, a far larger, more permenant force was being assembled. One thing was certain. This war was bound to be a bloody one.

Whyatica

02-01-2006, 02:33

Official Message of the Sultanate

We condemn President Villian's actions, as he is promoting instability in his nation, and ultimately will cause more harm than good. We are cutting relations off [OOC: Like we ever had any..] with ViZion unless President Villian is removed from office.

We urge the citizens of ViZion to take up arms and fight the villainous Villian!

Minister Abdul Al-Malakk,
Minister of Foreign Affairs,
Sultanate of Whyatica

Secret IC:
In the depths of Fort Nassei, a relatively minor surgical operation was taking place, namely making Panther Squadron look more similar to the ViZionarian natives.

Their mission was to infiltrate the land held by the People of ViZion, and train them in guerilla tactics and warfare. The Minister Abdul Al-Malakk himself had ordered that President Villian's plans be stopped, for the good of the ViZion civilians..Plus, if President Villian were to be overthrown, the people may look a little nicer at the Sultanate, and that was a good thing..

They boarded a civilian transport vessel headed for ViZion, and set sail in the morning, not knowing about the Doomingsland blockade yet..

[OOC: ViZion, Doomingsland, TG]

Minoktia

02-01-2006, 02:36

imported_ViZion

02-01-2006, 02:43

OOC: In case anybody is interested my country is Based off Harry Turtledove's In the Presense of Mine Enemies, with a little Ancient Rome/Greece thrown in for good measure. Also I'm only Fascist in NS not IRL.
OOC: Don't worry, most people never judge someone in RL based of their IC beliefs... most of even the most evil nations, the people begin them are completely against that stuff in RL and are awesome people...

As far as your nation... umm, I never have read or heard of that book, so I have no clue what your nation is like... plz fill me and others in who don't know about that book... thanks!

Minoktia

02-01-2006, 02:46

OOC: Don't worry, most people never judge someone in RL based of their IC beliefs... most of even the most evil nations, the people begin them are completely against that stuff in RL and are awesome people...

As far as your nation... umm, I never have read or heard of that book, so I have no clue what your nation is like... plz fill me and others in who don't know about that book... thanks!
OOC: What happened was the isolationits won the 1940 election in the US and the Nazis/Japanese won WW2. Conquering all of Europe excvept, Bulgaria, Sewden, Finland, Spain and the other more or less pro-german nations, In the early 1960's Phildelphia and DC were nuked and the Nazis occupied Canada and the US. Minoktia's goverment and lifestyle is based on the lifestyle of the books caracters. What about my offer though?

imported_ViZion

02-01-2006, 02:54

OOC: What happened was the isolationits won the 1940 election in the US and the Nazis/Japanese won WW2. Conquering all of Europe excvept, Bulgaria, Sewden, Finland, Spain and the other more or less pro-german nations, In the early 1960's Phildelphia and DC were nuked and the Nazis occupied Canada and the US. Minoktia's goverment and lifestyle is based on the lifestyle of the books caracters. What about my offer though?
OOC: Your offer being entering this? If that's it, that's fine, just make sure not to godmod. We're going to be making this RP invite only and those who want to join will need to show they can RP or they wont be able to enter... anyway, what does ancient rome/greece have anything to do with this war? We're in modern times...

Minoktia

02-01-2006, 02:57

OOC:Just some of my peeps have Latin/Greek names that's all.

imported_ViZion

02-01-2006, 03:01

OOC:Just some of my peeps have Latin/Greek names that's all.
OOC: Oh! Ok, that's fine... some of our people have Roman names as well... since we're from Italy and have expanded overtime into other areas...

Velkya

02-01-2006, 03:11

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From: Allied Union High Command
To: All ViZionion Allies

The Allied Union of Velkya, a staunch ally of the nation of ViZion, pledges full military support in ousting the rogue Villian and disposing of both his evil government and whatever allies he has managed to sway to his side. The 3rd and 4th Quick Response Fleets and the 5th Airborne Division have been dispatched to the area with the full intention of annihilating the rebels and whatever facist allies they have swayed to their side, blockade or not. The 4th QRF will arrive in the meditarrainin within 3 days, and the 5th AB can and will arrive within 24 hours to the conflict zone. We are not alone in this matter, either, as the nations of ISAF are ready to stand by ViZion's side in retaking the nation in the name of freedom and democracy.

Freedom isn't free.

-End Transmission-

Xeraph

02-01-2006, 03:15

Royal Xeraphian Navy Base, just south of Beri, Italy.....

" Sir, this is just in from CommHQ. Something is going on in ViZion City. Thousands of ViZionian military units mobilized."

Major General Ted Fischer stared out the window of his office, as if trying to see what was happening in the capitol. 'That goddam Villian', he thought. 'He's got to be behind this. He's a friggin' nut-case. I don't know why the Emperor didn't let us take him out before things got to this point.'

" Alright, captain. Gimme a quick rundown of what is available to us." He knew damn right well was available to the Xeraphians, but he wanted to hear it again.

" Sir, we have 2,500 armored troopers stationed here along with 500 AI Spiders. Spiders equipped with .35mm Gatling Guns.
Aircraft, one squadron of F500 Vipers; one squadron of F200 Cobras, total 24 fighter jets. No bombers.
Armor, three MT-2 Warlock Missile Tanks and twelve A8 Ocelots.
Navy, one standard CBG, one Warhammer Heavy Battle Group, total sixty-two vessals.
One MASH Unit, one FireBase Team, one SpecOp Team."

'The WHBG is a huge plus', Fischer thought. ' Four Battle Carriers, four Standard Carriers, five Battle Ships, five Destroyers, ten Missile Destroyers, five Heavy Battle Cruisers, five Attack Cruisers. And a standard CBG on top of that. More than enough to aid the good guys....whoever they might be.'

" Captain, put the Spiders 25 yards outside the base perimeter, staggered formation, 50 yards apart. Anyone wants to get in here without being invited is gonna have to get past them first."

" Aye, sir."

Velkya

02-01-2006, 03:22

OOC: Oops, sorry for intruding ViZion, am I still allowed in along with the forces of ISAF, I can vouch for most of them as excellent RPers.

I assume Xeraph is on our side as well?

imported_ViZion

02-01-2006, 03:54

OOC: Velkya, yes, that's fine, and I'll trust your word on their RP. As for Xeraph, yes, I too am assuming he's on the Congress's side. Oh, and to clarify, as we speak there's no 'leader' of the Congressional Forces' side.

And also to clarify:
The Presidential Forces is Villian's side...
The Congressional Forces is the peoples/old ViZion's side...

Xeraph

02-01-2006, 04:02

MassPwnage

02-01-2006, 04:05

MP Naval High Command:

"Umm..... Admiral... Admiral.....Admiral? You ok?" The lowly warrant officer that worked as an assistant at the High Command Base poked Rebecca Zheng, Chief of MassPwnage's naval forces.

The youthful admiral woke up very slowly. Very, very slowly, like a mammoth that had been trapped in tar for the last five million years.

"Wha?? Oh crap... I fell ashleep in the offishe... again... Wha...." Rebecca yawned "is it?"

"Well, we've been given orders to put a naval task force together ma'am."

"It's 3 a.m....."

The warrant officer nodded. "Well ma'am, our leader apparently doesn't sleep."

"Fucking crack addict never does..." Rebecca brushed her hair out of her face. "Tell that jackass to go fuck himself."

The warrant officer nodded his head again. "Well I suppose he's already doing so at this current moment, so I guess you have to comply with the given orders."

Rebecca leaned back in her office chair and stretched out her neck. "Oh well.... let's see what forces we have available here. And what are these forces needed for?"

"ViZion ma'am, the Rednecks want ships."

"Shit... Alright... how many?"

"Well... the orders weren't very clear. They were...." the Warrant Officer pulled out the printed copy of the e-mail from his pocket, "a large taskforce, capable of defeating ViZion."

"Shit... big nation there." Rebecca pulled up a map of the world. "We have a fleet near Gibraltar. Supplement that with our Red Sea fleets and incoming fleets from Somalia. Bundle paratroopers and marines with that as well, and get in contact with the Air Force."

"Yes Ma'am" the Warrant Officer left Rebecca's office.

Rebecca began thinking strategy.... Forward bases... yes.. Those would be needed. Except ViZion didn't offer much in the way of those. Hmm... they would have to deploy a fleet right in the Tyrrhenian Sea with not much in the way of forward bases. I guess we'll have to start with the toe of Italy, looks like there's a high concentration of Congressional forces there... yes.. After landing, Pwnage forces would take Naples, and advance to the heel of Italy, securing the south for Doomish naval landing units to begin assaults on the North...

Rebecca began to count up the ships she had. This would be a big operation. Hopefully it would result in better relations with the neighbors as well.

~*~*~*~

Near Gibraltar:
The Pwnage 8th Fleet began movement towards ViZion's shores. Ships of all kinds, from huge kilometer long behemoths with massive guns, to small, sleek frigates and destroyers. Accompanying the 8th fleet was an air wing of 2,500 airplanes and UCAVs from Pwnage carriers, including the brand new ASF-08 Spirit Dragon. At the center of the fleet were a pair of Blue Earth class Superdreadnoughts, accompanied by six Hive Class fleet carriers, eight Nexus class battlecarriers, 18 Tonkin Class battleships, 52 Sea Claw Cruisers, seven Jason class air defense ships, 120 Sea Jaguar destroyers, 150 Sea Fang frigates, eight Harpy class arsenal ships, 35 Flipper light arsenal ships, 80 Martyr class SSNs, and 25 SeaSnake class SSGNs. Attached to this force were countless unmanned underwater vehicles and probes at the edges of the fleet, preventing the movement of any hostile submarines into the fleet perimeter and giving early warning of airplanes and surface fleet units.

More naval and air forces and a Marine landing group, would arrive later, but first, naval and air superiority had to be established outside of southern Italy....

Tyrandis

02-01-2006, 04:12

Statement from the Department of Foreign Affairs

"With regard to the mounting international crisis within the borders of ViZion, the Militant Imperium finds it exceptionally disturbing that so many foreign countries are preparing for a showdown over the domestic policies of a sovereign nation. It is absolutely appalling that a panoply of states have arrayed themselves for military action, hoping to install a regime friendly to their own interests. This despicable process has trampled over every established standard of self-determination, territorial rights, and national sovereignity.

I find it particularly offensive that both sides of the issue are claiming to uphold the principle of representative government. On the one hand, there stands the aptly-named President Villain and his cronies in Doomingsland, Roach Busters, etc, all of whom are attempting to undermine the very political system he claims to draw his legitimacy from through the application of military force. On the other stands a corrupt legislature backed by Velkya, Whyatica, and possibly the International Strategic Allied Forces alliance, which is trying to coerce a democratically-elected leader to accede to policies that he does not agree with.

As the extreme political instability within ViZion threatens to bring a disastrous conflict to all parties involved, the Militant Imperium would like to propose mediation by a neutral party or non-governmental organization (NGO). Until then, we propose that a general agreement to halt the further deployment of military forces is signed by all potential belligerents.

The situation is a powder keg of turmoil, gentlemen; you must act quickly, lest the conflagaration spread out of ViZion and to your own borders."

http://img364.imageshack.us/img364/6096/tifa7zl.jpg
Director Hitomi Mikazawa
Director of the Department of Foreign Affairs

imported_ViZion

02-01-2006, 04:13

In the city, fighting became breaking out city-wide. The citizens in ViZion City were begining to organize their own militia, however weak it is compared to the ViZionarian military forces in the city. Even so, this slowed the military's progress towards the Congressional Hall, giving the Congress time to buckle down and try to start organizing everything. They knew they were the likely first target. After all, without them, the majority of the political opposition would be gone.

Praction Military Base, located east of ViZion City, was still under Congressional Forces control. They were already aware of the situation. 22,000 men strong, this base was abuzz with action. They knew they had to act quickly. If the Congress fell, things would become far worse.

The forces from Robiton Military Base, under Presidential Forces control, located just south of Praction Military Base, was preparing to head to ViZion City. The 12,000 soldiers ordered to head out had one mission at this time: Blockade ViZion City. They had to.

Maybury Air and Landforce Base, located West-northwest, along the coastline, was under Congressional Forces control. They were preparing to begin airraids on the Presidential Forces within the capitol city. In only ten minutes, they would be in the air, and only a few minutes later would they be above ViZion City.

imported_ViZion

02-01-2006, 04:21

President Villian read the message sent from Tyrandis. He couldn't stop from laughing. "A mediation?" he said to one of his aids. "Do they think we're stupid? Apparently so! We are not going to allow such a thing! Send a message out!"

Message From the Presidential Forces
We find the idea of a 'mediation' proposed by Tyrandis as nothing more than a comedial joke. Only those who oppose us would be willing to do such a thing, as they know without it, they will loose! We will not participate in such talks. Our goal is to rebuild this great nation into the power is should have been a long time ago!

MassPwnage

02-01-2006, 04:30

Whyatica

02-01-2006, 04:36

OOC: ViZion, TG

Velkya

02-01-2006, 04:37

imported_ViZion

02-01-2006, 04:43

President Villian had ordered the General to his office. It took him some time, being several blocks away from the Presidential Center. When he arrived, Villian was standing by the window, looking out. Most of the staff in the building had been killed, replaced by those who were loyal to Villian and the Presidential Forces.

"General, come look out this window with me." Villian said, never looking away from the scene unfolding through the massive window. Explosions, gunfire, flashes, and crashes. It was a beautiful site to his eyes.

"General, Velkya is attempting to support the Congressional Forces. They must be stopped. I want you to send out Sixteen B-2's, flanked by sixty F-22's. They must be brought down. We cannot allow them to aid the Congressional Forces. The Congressional Forces and those loyal to it are strong right now, but soon they will not be. It is a must that they not get support while they are strong... disorganized, but strong. Over the next few days, the Congressional Forces will become organized. They cannot get support during this time, or they will grow stronger, not weaker. So, hurry. Velkya cannot be around to ruin our plans!" Villian said.

"Very good, sir." the General said. "General, call me Villian from now on. And to everyone else, I am to be refered to as Caesar God Villian the Almighty." The General thought that was rather funny, but remained straight faced, not letting out even a hint that he thought it was funny. "Yes, Villian." he said, then soluting Villian. He turned and headed out.

He ordered six men to head out in Hummers towards Zypher Airforce Base. They would not allow the orders to be said over the radio - they could not afford to alert the opposition of the orders.

Only ten minutes later, the six men arrived at Zypher Airforce Base. No organized military had yet arrived to ViZion City to fight in the name of the Congressional Forces.

They orders were handed over to the men at Zypher Airforce Base. The planes would be in the sky in three hours.

Whyatica

02-01-2006, 04:43

Official Message of the Sultanate

We are not seeking for President Villian to change his policies, indeed, we are seeking for his removal from office. We urge the ViZionarian people to oust Villian and put in a more sensible government in place. We support the actions of Velkya and the ISAF in general.

Minister Abdul Al-Malakk,
Minister of Foreign Affairs,
Sultanate of Whyatica

imported_ViZion

02-01-2006, 04:47

From: The Heavily Armed Hippies of MassPwnage
To: Imported ViZion's President.
Re: Naval Forces.

President Villian, the MPNS 8th Fleet is headed for Southern Italy and will be followed by the MPNS 14th Fleet in a few weeks. Surprisingly, even though we're hippies, we're on your side, mainly because we're allied to Doomingsland. Anyway, just reminding you that help is on the way.

Signed: The Great Leader Li.
To: The Great Leader Li
From: President Villian
Subject: RE: Aid
Body:
I thank you for your humble support. Any ally of Doomingsland is an ally of ours. We shall together rule this world. No one shall dare oppose the rightist movement any longer, and those stupid enough to will be crushed! Thank you again!

President Villian

Xeraph

02-01-2006, 04:47

" Sir, Mass Pwnage is heading for southern Italy. A medium-sized force."

" Yes, I see that, captain. We're ok for now, but if they get it in their heads that we're the bad guys, we're gonna need help. Contact the Emperor directly. He's dealt with these periodic ViZionarian situations before. We have a good many naval forces in the MedSea Area. They can be here in no time."

"Aye sir. Another nation, Tyrandis, wants to mediate the situation."

" Figures. The fuckin' horse is out of the barn. No sense in closing the barn door now."

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" Sir, enemy fighters bearing down on Velkyan aircraft!"

Fischer sprung into action. " Alright you sorry-ass excuses for airmen. Get your asses in those fighters and head off those enemy units! I don't give a shit if they are ViZion fighters. This asshole Villian has ordered them to shoot down Velkyan fighters, and I'm not gonna let that happen.

Scramble 25 FA/18 Hornets, 25 FA/22 Raptors off the Airbase, and 135 F100 Raptors off the Battle Carriers. Coordinate the SAMS for a defensive posture.

Have 3 of the Missile Destroyers lock onto ViZionian and Dommingsland aircraft. They want to fuck with us, theyr'e gonna pay the price."

Velkya

02-01-2006, 04:48

imported_ViZion

02-01-2006, 04:52

OOC: ViZion, the naval force has been launched, but it's still 2 days out, and not within range of your fighters just yet. The airborne forces HAVE been launched, but but they have quite a fighter escort around them (about 300 ISF-4 Xeon fighters, considering the divison has 1,000 drop pod planes assigned to it).
OOC: Just to let you know, Villian wants you nuked. Sixteen B-2's loaded with nukes he feels will do the trick. Rather it does or not is up to your nations defense, as that's where they're headed. I'd hope you didn't leave your homeland open for air attacks... ;) If so, better figure out how to get some forces to your homeland, and quickly. In a few NS hours, those planes will be in the air heading for your homeland...

Velkya

02-01-2006, 04:54

OOC: Ha. Haha. Those planes are gone.

imported_ViZion

02-01-2006, 04:57

OOC: Ha. Haha. Those planes are gone.
OOC: lol, k, just remember... 60 F-22's... and all it takes is one of those 16 B-2's to get a nuke through to do some damage... just make sure it's well RP'd when you put up resistance... ;)

Tyrandis

02-01-2006, 05:00

OOC: lol, k, just remember... 60 F-22's... and all it takes is one of those 16 B-2's to get a nuke through to do some damage... just make sure it's well RP'd when you put up resistance... ;)

OOC:

Well, assuming Velkya has reserve squadrons of ISF-4s (designed/built by myself), those escorts will be flying against these:

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=454946

I wouldn't fancy a Raptor's chances against the Xeon.

Velkya

02-01-2006, 05:01

OOC: The Allied Union is protected by alot more than 300 fighters, I assure you. Launch them now, you'll find out.

imported_ViZion

02-01-2006, 05:06

OOC: to keep this thread IC, I've posted an OOC thread here: http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=10192474#post10192474

Xirnium

02-01-2006, 05:35

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International Ecclesiastical Edict
To: The International Community
From: His Most Worthy High Ecclesiarchy of the Holy Empire of Xirnium

It is with increasing concern that the High Ecclesiarchy has watched in recent days the sad descent into internal strife and dismantling of the rule of law in the once great liberal democracy of ViZion. Our sorrow at seeing such a disgusting attempt to sweep away the noble ideal of responsible government and replace it with authoritarian dictatorship is immense. It has, however, never been the policy of Holy Xirnium's supreme legislature to criticise the domestic affairs of foreign nations, and so far we have refrained from doing just that.

That said, the recent involvement of reprehensible totalitarian ultra-right governments in this matter demands a clear response from this close ally of the Constitutional Federal Republic of ViZion. Holy Xirnium holds dear the doctrines of the accountability of the Executive, separation of powers, parliamentary sovereignty and popular governance. This latest regrettable example of the ViZionarian Executive attempting to overthrow the sovereign Legislature is an outrage against every one of those sacrosanct ideals of liberal democracy.

The High Ecclesiarchy therefore condemns utterly the illegal actions of President Villian and hopes that he will be held to account for attempting to dismantle the nation’s system of checks and balances and impose his own terrible tyranny.

A rule of law no longer exists in ViZion, and President Villian has betrayed his very office and his nation. May justice be swift and merciless.

[Signed]
Her Eminence the High Lady Dr Heather Gilda (http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a25/Dennis134/Gilda.jpg)
Grand Cardinal and Foreign Minister of the Patriarchate of the High Ecclesiarchy

imported_ViZion

02-01-2006, 05:37

The 16 B-2's, surrounded by their 60 support F-22's, have taken off, heading towards Velkya to send out their payload.

In the mean time, the 12,000 soldiers from Robiton Military Base have begun to arrive at ViZion City. Their job was to begin blockading it, preparing for the inevitable Congressional Forces and their supporters. They would not allow the Congress to get aid. They were all alone aside from the weakly-armed citizens within the city.

Terror of the World

02-01-2006, 05:43

Xeraph

02-01-2006, 05:48

This is good. Very good. I am pleased... he thought. ViZion in turmoil, and a REAL man to lead this country? Could this be the begining of a beautiful friendship?

TO: President Villian
FROM: Terror of the World

Hello President Villian. I am pleased at what you are doing to ViZion. You have my support. I expect we will become good friends, and I also expect support from you. In return, your enemies will be delt with.

Death in the infidels!

OOC: well, well, well....long time no see. I'll deal with you a little bit down the road..............

Prevostiana

02-01-2006, 05:49

The Prevostiana Federation Office of Foreign Affairs speaking for the whole of the Prevostian Empire.

"If Mr. Villian does not resign as presidant. Prevostiana, Pavlow, and The NSP could possibly lend military support for the Congressional forces. Our small nation will indeed do anything it can to end Mr. Villians plan to distory democracy in ViZion.

We strongly support all nations that are making sacrifices to help the people of ViZion.

imported_ViZion

02-01-2006, 06:09

This is good. Very good. I am pleased... he thought. ViZion in turmoil, and a REAL man to lead this country? Could this be the begining of a beautiful friendship?

A letter was sent with its origins unknown aside from the letter - dark red having been soaked in the blood of various people who we've killed - being dropped off at the foot of a Presidential Forces troop, labled to President Villian.

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Hello President Villian. I am pleased at what you are doing to ViZion. You have my support. I expect we will become good friends, and I also expect support from you. In return, your enemies will be delt with.

Death in the infidels!
"Sir! You've got a letter! It's stained in blood, and addressed to you. It was opened and cleared. It's from Terror of the World." called out an aid as he rushed into the Presidental Office.

He snatched it from the aids hand as the aid stopped next to Villian. He scanned it. Read it twice. Then a smile grew. He'll contact us... we must wait... he thought. I know how these guys work...

"Send Doomingsland a message. Tell them I request a meeting with their top officials. And assure them they will be safe. We'll make sure of that. Those who oppose us will be purged by the time the Doomingsland officials arrive." Villian said.

"Will do." the aid said, turning and heading out to send the message.

Tyrandis

02-01-2006, 06:27

From: Allied Union of Velkya
To: Tyrandis

As of the nations supporting the "corrupt legislature" of ViZion, Velkya calmly rejects the proposition of the Tyradisian (?) government to form a NGO, because the extremist forces of the President and his allies will likely ignore the actions of one, seizing the opportunity to take control of the nation while we stall. We must act quickly to halt the expansionist policies of the fascist nations and their puppet Villain, for ViZion's sovereignty rests in its people, and it is clear that these people cry for justice against this would-be tyrant and his gang of allies as evident in the many uprisings in ViZion against the current President. Therefore, the nation of Velkya and ISAF (which ViZion is apart of, a democratic alliance) will continue to act to free the people of ViZion and allow them to elect a new leader to replace the old, which has so clearly betrayed them.

-End Transmission-

Statement from the Department of Foreign Affairs

"Is it truly the will of the people of ViZion to oppose the consolidation of power by President Villain? Or is it merely your opinion of his policies? As you can see quite clearly, the country is convulsed in the middle of a civil crisis, owning to the clash of authority between the executive and legislative branches. This situation was clearly brought about by the deeply divided consciousness of the ViZionian people, not the machinations of a power-lusting minority as Velkya claims. Otherwise, why would so many rally to the banner of the "Presidential Forces"? Could it be that the people of ViZion do not wish to remain under the authority of Congress?

The fact remains that a sizeable chunk of the population continues to support the President's actions. As the geopolitical situation stands now, it is an internal affair, that does not warrant the armed intervention of so many countries. The Militant Imperium sees no reason for so many countries be drawn into the swirling maelstrom of ViZionian politics. Again, we reiterate our call for a bilateral cessation of force deployments to the region, with the ultimate goal of resolving this crisis in a peaceful fashion that is amenable to the citizens of ViZion, and them ALONE."

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Director Hitomi Mikazawa
Director of the Department of Foreign Affairs

Macisikan

02-01-2006, 06:35

Press Release
His Imperial Majesty's Government considers this matter a domestic affair of ViZion, and shall not intervene.

-Ministry of External Affairs

Prevostiana

02-01-2006, 07:01

MARX, PREVOSTIANA -- Military activity in the port in Marx city has alerted people armed conflict could really happen. At first the people of Prevostiana didn't take the response to the crisis in ViZion seriously. But now the publics wondering how far it could go. One citizens reaction.

"I didn't think the government was serious. Prevostiana doesn't have the military power to undertake such a thing. The whole empire only has a military of 14 million let alone Prevostiana's 300,000. Plus, Pavlow is already struggling to keep their own crisis under control, but has the Prevostian government helped them? No they haven't."

We managed to briefly talk with someone onboard the PDSS Stephenson, his response was.

"We're merely doing routine military service work"

There are rumors going around that parliament will have a vote on something to do with the ViZion crisis. But its unclear what exactly what the votes for.

Velkya

02-01-2006, 07:27

From: Allied Union of Velkya
To: Tyrandis

We find it funny that the only nations flocking to Villain’s side are authoritarian and fascist nations, seeking yet another ally in their quest for territory and wealth. These said nations were the first to send armed troops into ViZion, not us. The nations of ISAF, on the other hand, are attempting to preserve the rightful government of ViZion against the illegitimate Villain who abuses his office. No matter what Tyrandis or the rest of the world has to say about this conflict, we are not about to let one of our closest allies, a great democracy, fall to the forces of tyranny.

Consider this dialogue closed.

-End Transmission-

Southport Air Force Base, Watch Station No. 42, 2:12 AM

Meanwhile, at Southport AFB in southern Velkya, it was a slow night. The few officers on watch, manning the powerful URAD (Universal Ranging and Detection) arrays located on the coast were half asleep, clutching cups of coffee and cursing their disposition. The watch captain, a young Lieutenant in the Air Force, sat in his chair calmly, possibly the only officer awake that night. He stared up at the ceiling, counting the specks of black paint on the panels.

His reverie would soon be interrupted. A blaring noise like a banshee ripped through the base, as the automated systems began yelling Unknown aircraft, heading, northwest, 150 degrees, speed 700 knots, 1,122 miles out.

Oh shit...

The captain dashed over the main control panel, and stared at panel. Sure enough, over 80 contacts were registering on his screens. One of his sensors crew began shouting over the din. "Look's like 60 to 70 fighters and a few stealth bombers, B-2s or Auroras, likely. They're putting out a ViZionion IFF signal, sir, but we don't have any registered online." The captain then ordered the comm. officer to hail the lead aircraft. As the comm. officer fiddled with the equipment, another one sent a signal to allied ViZionion commanders to identify the aircraft. The officer patched a signal through on all channels.

"Attention, unidentified ViZionion aircraft, you are approaching Velkyan airspace, please denote ownership and purpose in Velkyan airspace."

imported_ViZion

02-01-2006, 08:56

"Attention, unidentified ViZionion aircraft, you are approaching Velkyan airspace, please denote ownership and purpose in Velkyan airspace."
The planes continued on, ignoring the messages.

ARMING
The ViZionarian B-2's began preparing their nuclear missiles, bringing them online.

LOCKING
The 16 B-2 bombers were within range. They began locking onto targets - military and civilian and political alike. Velkya's capital city alone have six locks.

HOLDING
The 76 aircraft continued on their route. However, even with being locked onto their targets, they would not fire yet. They waited, flying, but began slowly turning an ever icreasingly eastward route.

Prevostiana

02-01-2006, 09:14

STEPHENSON, PREVOSTIANA -- There has been an uneasy atmosphere in the Prevostian capital today as Prime Minister Jaworski announces there will be a vote in parliament over sending military support for the Congressional Forces in ViZion. It is unsure as to how many people in the Workers Socialist Party will support this. But Jaworski seems certain they will.

The Communist Party of Prevostiana has formally indicated they will support aiding the Congressional Forces. The Liberal Party on the other hand oppose it, saying its not an international affair and would have dire effects on our country.

Foreign Affairs Minister Bill Tucker is stressing a diplomatic solution could still work, and that military force is drasticly un-nessesary.

After the last election, the House of Parliament looks as following:

Workers Socialist Party - 134 seats
Communist Party - 91 seats
Liberal Party - 38 seats

On the streets people do support the cause. But they are extremely uneasy about how badly it might go.

"Yes, I do think Villian should be taken out of power. I also think if other countries are needed, they should step in. But if small countries like ours are to step in, and fail. Then who'll keep on fighting for our cause? We need to know our limits." Said one woman with a group of people talking in front of the Parliament building.

The Prevostian Empire's Military power is 14 million. These are made up of the militaries of Prevostiana, Pavlow, and The New Socialist Province. If this vote does pass, and Prevostiana goes to war. The other two countries will also be at war. However, they can choose how much they'll do for the war effort, for example. Pavlow could provide a force of just a few hundred out of its 300,000. They can also choose where the forces will be deployed.

The vote is to happen in a few days time. The publics given the impression that whatever we end up doing. They'll support it.

James Johnson reporting for the PBC.

imported_ViZion

02-01-2006, 09:19

On the University of ViZion, ViZion City campus, the students were locked down. The spawling, gorgious campus was walled in, not originally for protection, but rather to add to the feeling of the campus. The brick wall was ten feet tall and six feet deep. It was built very much like a wall around a Roman-time city - people could walk on it behind part of the wall. Steel gates were at each of the three entrances, and all of them closed and locked.

The campus had a no-weapons policy, however there were three weapons caches on campus. One of the most popular classes a six-month military training program, where they learned basic military tactics, engagements, and so forth.

There were over 70,000 students and over 12,000 faculty members locked down, and over 1,000 of them were armed and patrolling the campus, all of them faculty members.

Inside Dorm Build RR-2, six students and five faculty members were meeting in one of the lounges away from the windows. Their goal? To begin forming an organized resistance. Their thought: Over 40,000 of the students on campus were trained in the six month military program, as were all the faculty. If they could organize that, and begin spreading the word throughout ViZion City, they could help lead this fight, and attempt to push back, or at the least stall the Presidential Forces. They did not know how much of the military was for the Presidential Forces. They did not know if backup was coming, or if it would ever come. All they knew was they had to fight back if they wanted even the slightest chance to survive.

After an hour, there were two 'leaders' already picked out: 42 year old ex-Special Forces Jerron Guckert, a political science and math professor, and his right hand man, 20 year old Darold Johnson, a boy going for a business degree.

Jerron was quite a formidable man, very imposing with his broad shoulders, black hair, war-hardened face, and tall, built stature. He looked as if he could bend a car in half, his suits always looking like they were about to rip every time he moved.

Darold, on the other hand, was a blonde haired, blue-eyed, block-jawed surfer with an average height and solid, athletic build who was more about partying and getting the ladies than he was about studying and getting the A's.

Even so, they both knew that their days of open teaching and open partying would be over, as well as their life quite possibly, if they did not take a stand and put up a fight.

The group began to spread out, first going through the building to begin spreaking the word, seeking those who would help them spread the word. Soon, however, they begin going to other buildings.

OOC: off to bed, I'll post more tomorrow... good night everyone!

Kahanistan

02-01-2006, 09:29

DEMOCRATIC SOVIET REPUBLIC OF KAHANISTAN
Ministry of Foreign Affairs

The Government of Kahanistan is shocked that Villian is even considering becoming a dictator, let alone allying with the likes of Doomingsland, which is known to be an ally of such dictatorships as Roach-Busters and Parthia.

Kahanistan will throw its support behind the Congressional forces, and we are mobilizing an unprecedented 2,000,000 Republic Guards and 500,000 Imperial Marines for the defense of ViZion. We are also raising our nuclear alert to DEFCON-YELLOW.

Signed,
Margaret Delray,
Minister of Foreign Affairs

Prevostiana

02-01-2006, 11:06

Prime Minister Jaworski of The Federation of Prevostiana
To The Democratic Soviet Republic Of Kahanistan

Depending on our parliamentary vote in the coming days. We are prepared to send one carrier, three destroyers, and one heavy destroyer. Along with 90 air units, 150 Conventional ICBMs and 200,000 ground troops. Our contribution is small, but our people will do everything they can for this important cause.

Having an alliance would certainly raise support in our country for aiding the Congressional forces.

Questers

02-01-2006, 16:11

Battlegroup: Musketeer, HMS Hermes, approximately two hundred miles off Ascension Islands

"Yes Admiral. Directly from Naval Command. Patching you through now."

Admiral Fairham sat in his command chair as the Ensign patched him through to Naval Command.

"Admiral Fairham, awaiting orders."

The voice of the First Sea Lord echoed clear through the communication system.

"Admiral, your orders are to bring your battlegroup to Gibraltar and block off the pass. Further orders will be given as neccessary. You have complete control of all air units in Ascension;- that is, two fighter groups and two bomber groups. Expect a Praetonian bomber section to arrive too. I don't know what duristriction you have over them, that's not up to me. You will also be accompanied by Battlegroup: Cavalier at 0400 hours on the 3rd. Any questions?"

"No sir." Fairham nodded and saluted.

"Excellent. Good luck, Fleet Admiral. First Sea Lord out". The Sea Lord's communication visual snapped a salute and then closed down.

"Very well." Fairham sighed. "Gibraltar it is, navigation. Standardise speed 23 knots. Comms, forward that message to every ship captain in the fleet. Code Magenta. In fact, forward it to the Praetonian bomber squadron too."

Slowly, the fleet turned a U-turn to face Gibraltar and began sailing in their assigned formation. It was a grand task force, the giant 1.5km superdreadnought HMS Hermes, HMS Warrior, a pair of supercarriers, the HMS Illustrious and HMS Invincible, six battleships of the Chieftain class, and four fleet carriers. Surrounded by fourscore destroyers and frigates, and a good number of submarines, it was truly a force to be reckoned with. And, another battlegroup of almost identical size was bearing down on Gibraltar from the North Atlantic.

Message Sent; 12:00 QMT
To: President Villian
Encryption: International
From: The Prime Minister, Secretary of State to Her Majesty the Queen
RE: Surrender of your Government

Greetings,
So far you have created turmoil across the world's political front. We can see plainly that your illegal government is forcing upon it's people what they do not want.

In light of this, Her Majesty's Government, on behalf of Her Majesty the Queen Clara II of the United Kingdom of Questaria, Empress of the Dominion of India, Consulate of Canada, Holder of the Crown at Commons and Lords, suggest, nay, demands, the immediate capitulation of the Government of President Villain and for new, democratic elections to be held in Vizion for a better leader.

We will not allow the strong and once-free nation of Vizion to fall corrupt to power-hungry dictators and evil Emperors of Doomingsland and their fascist ilk.

Good Day,
-Prime Minister George Barton.

Message Sent; 12:05 QMT
To: Senate
Encryption: MAGENTA, 10,240 bit
From: The Prime Minister, Secretary of State to Her Majesty the Queen
RE: Assistance

Greetings Friends,
We have observed your plight so far and your political resistance to the goverment is applaudable. Yet, it may not be enough. If President Villian can commit the support of nations like Doomingsland then you will need more than a political voice to remain in control and ensure the rights of your people.

I therefore suggest that, before it is too late, the Senate of ViZion rises in open rebellion against President Villian if he does not accept Questarian terms of surrender. We will, in every case, support you, as will many many other nations.

Long live ViZion!
-Prime Minister George Barton.
_________________

Praetonia

02-01-2006, 16:40

"Prime Minister? The Ministry is waiting," the orderly said timidly, for the Prime Minister had not spoken for two hours now and the Ministry to which he was referring was the Ministry of Defence. Two full paratrooper divisions were sitting on the tarmac.

"I..." the Prime Minister began, and then stopped abruptly. He thought of the rows of men in planes, gliders and, inevitably, ships that would be called to fight a war in a distant land of which they knew little and cared even less. The interests of nations, however, were rarely as easy.

The Prime Minister took out an exquisite pen from his jacket and began to jot down a note. The orderly waited, listing to the scratching of the pen on paper, for what seemed like half an hour. The Prime Minister handed him the note. "Deliver this to the Minister of Defence and the Speaker of the Commons." Then he took out a second note that, the orderly thought, must have been written hours before and handed that to him. "Take this to the Field Marshal."

"Where..." the orderly began, but did not finish. The Prime Minister got up and, ignoring the orderly's fright, walked out of the Cabinet Office. The orderly followed and, realising, handed the note to a man in a bright red uniform with gold tassel, a shining white and purple sash and cocked hat topped by a red and white feather. A gleaming sabre hung by his side. "For you, sir," the orderly said, embarrassed, and then hurried along the corridor. The Field Marshal turned to thank him, but he had already gone.

Ten minutes later, the Speaker of the Commons had also received his note. He opened it and read:

"It is the intention of this Government to prosecute a state of war against the rebel forces of ViZion and all aligned states, individuals and organisations within the perview of striving for the defeat of the aforementioned. God Save the King.

- Sir Tiberius Polax"

Meanwhile, Field Marshal Marcus Decius Julianus, KGCIP, Chief of the Imperial General Staff was distributing orders. Dozens of planes were powering up on their runways, many towing gliders, from where they would fly over ViZion, escorted by Whirlwind bombers and Hussar Strike Fighters, whilst being refuelled by a swarm of auxilliary planes. They would drop their cargo straight into the ViZion capital - hopefully getting a glider onto the roof of the Congress - and attempt to fight off the encroaching ViZion army. Two bridgades - 6,000 troops - against 10,000.

Whilst this was going on, a small fleet of 5 carriers, 10 battleships, an Imperial Class Superdreadnought, two smaller Glorious Class Pocket Superdreadnoughts, 200 escorts and 80 submarines was converging near the Strait of Gibraltar, safely on the other side of the Strait. One of the Grand Fleets was mobilising and, should it be necessary, it could be deployed in its entirity within a week. In its centre, three huge civilian oil tankers were to be positioned.

Velkya

02-01-2006, 16:48

Questers

02-01-2006, 17:09

OOC: Course, Velkya.
Ascension Islands Manmade Airfield, 12:42

"Uniform One Ten, you are cleared for launch. God bless and good luck."

Uniform One Ten, the last of the pararooper element based on Ascension, began to take off from the huge steel and titanium airstrip that had been manually created and placed off the Island six years ago. The tenth plane, following it's comrade through the sky, activated it's ten engines and blazed away into the sky. Pushing itself to twenty thousand metres, Uniform One Ten followed into the formation. The ten huge Varrex Passenger class heavy lifters soared into the sky, pushing their engines on 700 knots.

In a few hours, they would arrive at the capital of ViZion.

HMS Invincible, 12:55

Captain Dan Ture pushed his L82 Hussar off the runway of the HMS Invincible, his squadron leading behind him. As the plane took off, the wind pushing past it's wings, he messaged to the control tower of the aircraft carrier.
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"Hotel One One to control, Hotel Squadron is in the air, over."

"Affirmative Hotel One One, Juliet One One launching in T-minus eighty."

Very soon after, three squadrons of L82 Hussars[96], India, Hotel, and Juliett were in the air and spread out to form a box ten thousand metres below the transports. They moved over Morocco and finally into the meditteranean.

Velkya

02-01-2006, 17:23

Whyatica

02-01-2006, 17:35

ViZionarian Waters
The civilian liner that Panther Squadron was on was approaching the waters of ViZion City. They saw huge fleets amassing there, and prayed they wouldn't run afoul of any of them, as their liner had no guns and would be a sitting duck if any hostiles decided to attack them.

For all intents and purposes, they were a real civilian vessel, as they had made a few stops in nations prior to heading to ViZion, so they appeared in all means like they were a civilian vessel filled with tourists heading to ViZion.

As they closed in, they hoped that Villian would not be stupid enough to fire on a civilian vessel, as that would gain him far more enemies than the ones he already has...

Xeraph

02-01-2006, 18:20

" Sir, Kahanistan, Velkya and others are on an intercept course with the ViZVillian units. Orders?"

Fischer hesitated a moment. " Recall all aircraft from the intercept coordinates previously set. Those ViZVillia fighters are armed with nukes. All we are required to do is secure our base in Italy and let the Emperor decide which units will deploy into ViZion territory. And I've not heard from him yet."

"Aye sir."

Doomingsland

02-01-2006, 19:25

Zypher Airforce Base, 12:57 PM

The last of the transports had begun to touch down on the airbase, quickly unloading their cargo of men and machines. The first order of buisiness had been to establish an air defense grid that met up to Imperial standards around the base. That had been acomplished but half an hour ago, consisting Praetorian anti-hypersoar missiles, Angelus theatre surface-to-air missiles, Apostle II surface-to-air missiles, and numerous Triarii V air defense systems. Literaly hundreds of missiles had been arrayed throughout the peremeter of the now fortress-like base, taking sensor data from virtualy all friendly RADARs in the area.

Legio VIII had been mostly assembled and was begining to file out of the airbase, preparing to assault the city. Then the call came that numerous transports had been detected. It was decided that the legion would hold off an assault until they could further review the situation.

The real threat, as the High Command saw it, was the Praetonians. These were men trained to a rather high standard. They would be able to put up one hell of a fight. They weren't quite sure about the Velkyans or the Questerians. One thing they did know was that all three parties were highly vulnerable in their transports. Even the Velkyans, at their altitude, were more vulnerable than they knew. Probably more vulnerable than the Praetonians or Questerians.

One thing was for sure, however. The VIII Legion was going to be outnumbered. Severely outnumbered...

Three AWACS aircraft plus six squadrons of fighters attached to the legion had been put on guard around the actual city. They'd be able to see the enemy long before the enemy saw them due to the sheer stealthiness of the Aquila air superiority fighter. Of course, at 120,000 feet, the Velkyan aircraft were out of their maximum cieling by quite a bit.

On the other hand, the Praetonians and Questerians would make a most appetising target...

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The III Mobile Infantry had finished unloading by that time. Finding themselves far away from the action around the capital, they found themselves at ease. They'd have time to prepare for any action against hostile units. For now, they would dig in and ride out the coming storm....

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III Fleet was nearing its target. Italy was but two hundred miles away, well within missile range. If they found it absolutely nessessary, they would be able to level the city in a matter of minutes. Of course, word of enemy fleets in the immediate area began to circulate and the fleet quickly went on high alert. This would be a most bloody fight...

Praetonia

02-01-2006, 21:17

The Mediterranean Sea

The aircraft were flying low. Low enough to reduce the time between detection and hitting the target, but they were expecting to be detected eventually and, when the enemy fighters came, it would be a hell of a fight. The bombers' 25mm self-defence guns strayed through their firing cones; their in-built LIDAR, IR and milimetric band RADAR scanning the skies. Ahead of the bombers, a ring of fighters that extended above the formation to provide protection from attacks sweeping down from above shielded the transports planes in the very interior.

"Anything yet, Def-Co?" The pilot of one of the 'Firestorm' Whirlwind variants asked his Defence Co-ordination Officer.

"Not yet, Cap'n. We're still receiving telemetary from the fleet." The Pilot nodded. A group of cruisers and destroyers sat nearby, providing RADAR and LIDAR telemetary as well as information from satellite photos of Doomingslandi airbases.

"Well, it can't be long now. Keep on passive." Their aircraft, like others, was an ultra heavy bomber which, instead of the usual high-explosive and incendiary bombs, was filled with rotary drums carrying anti-radiation and anti-aircraft missiles.

The fleet sat; it's strengthened CAP hovered anxiously; the planes droned on. Then they saw it. "Active signal, Cap'n! We're on their RADAR!" Shouted the Def-Co. The other planes had seen it too and they quickly received their signal to move to the next stage.

The planes started to gain height, which would be necessary for dropping the gliders and paratroops. At the same time, the Firestorms started dispensing a suitable number of missiles at RADAR and aeroplane contacts. The strengthened fleet CAP started to move towards the other aircraft so that they could provide assistance if necessary, and more planes were being launched from the carriers which would probably not take part in the fight. The ships that had been sent forwards prepared to fire SAMs at enemy fighter contacts.

In the back of what of the gliders, Major General Sir Gaius Tarrius sat, telling jokes to his men and trying to take their minds off of the noises and jolts that were shaking the flimsy aluminium-framed aircraft. Most of the men were checking their Royal Ordnance L-63 Assault Rifles, applying a last touch of oil and cleaning out the barrels one last time - not that they werent clean enough already. These common, humdrum tasks kept their minds off the missiles that flew past the cockpit windows to engage some Doomingslandi target, safe in the knowledge that their own Wellington AMMS should blunt the intial Doomingslandi attack.

imported_ViZion

02-01-2006, 21:53

Message Sent; 12:00 QMT
To: President Villian
Encryption: International
From: The Prime Minister, Secretary of State to Her Majesty the Queen
RE: Surrender of your Government

Greetings,
So far you have created turmoil across the world's political front. We can see plainly that your illegal government is forcing upon it's people what they do not want.

In light of this, Her Majesty's Government, on behalf of Her Majesty the Queen Clara II of the United Kingdom of Questaria, Empress of the Dominion of India, Consulate of Canada, Holder of the Crown at Commons and Lords, suggest, nay, demands, the immediate capitulation of the Government of President Villain and for new, democratic elections to be held in Vizion for a better leader.

We will not allow the strong and once-free nation of Vizion to fall corrupt to power-hungry dictators and evil Emperors of Doomingsland and their fascist ilk.

Good Day,
-Prime Minister George Barton.
President Villian listened to the message, but his expression was of no worries. "Don't send a reply. That alone, along with our further advancement should be answer enough for them. They will not capture us." he said to his aids.

Message Sent; 12:05 QMT
To: Senate
Encryption: MAGENTA, 10,240 bit
From: The Prime Minister, Secretary of State to Her Majesty the Queen
RE: Assistance

Greetings Friends,
We have observed your plight so far and your political resistance to the goverment is applaudable. Yet, it may not be enough. If President Villian can commit the support of nations like Doomingsland then you will need more than a political voice to remain in control and ensure the rights of your people.

I therefore suggest that, before it is too late, the Senate of ViZion rises in open rebellion against President Villian if he does not accept Questarian terms of surrender. We will, in every case, support you, as will many many other nations.

Long live ViZion!
-Prime Minister George Barton.
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Many of the Congressmen surrounded the small radio. The message was very staticy, not to mention encrypted. Luckily, there were a few in the room who were able to disyfer the message. After a few minutes, and multiple replays, the message was clear.

"Well, there's good and there's bad." said Congressman O'Ryan (JN). "The good is that we have support... the bad is we don't have the ability from here to send an encrypted message back to them - we'd have to broadcast it to everyone. And how in God's name are we suppose to organize resistance when we're trapped in here and cannot community with the mass majority of the people? We can't! God save us!"

Prevostiana

02-01-2006, 21:59

3:47 on the PDSS Motherland somewhere off the coast of Pavlow.

A number of the crew watched a television in a badly lit room on deck four. For the past 30 minutes there had been a picture of a lone podium in front of the parliament building. In front of it there was a crowd of maybe 10,000. The crew members had dazed out after waiting for so long. probably thinking about what might happen to them if parliament votes in favor of sending troop for the Congressional Forces.

"Look!" One crew member yelled.

The door of the parliament building had opened, followed by five security guards coming out. Then, it seemed like out of no where the Prime Minister appeared. He stepped out to the podium and paused. He looked back and forth at the crowd of people that had gathered. After a few seconds he begin to speak.

"Hello my fellow comrades." He said with a great level of pride in his voice.

"As you may know, today we put forth a proposal to send reinforcements for Congressional Forces in ViZion. After hours of debate we had a formal vote." He said again with a strong voice. He then lifted up a small piece of paper.

"173 voted in favor, 86 against." Then he paused and looked to the crowd.

They didn't react, all they seemed to do was stare at the Prime Minister. The country has never been at war with another nation. The only war it had ever seen was a civil war in the late 1920's.

"Tomorrow six ships of the Prevostian Defenders of Socialism Navy, along with three of the New Socialist Province Navy will set a course to aid Congressional forces. Along with 600,000 ground troop made up forces from Prevostiana and the NSP.

We would also like to make clear that we will not be the first to bomb civilian targets or use conventional missiles. Prevostiana does not posses nuclear weapons. But we do have an effective anti-ICBM system." said the Prime Minister in a calmer voice.

"We hope Villian will step down from power before any large amounts of lives are lost because of his senseless struggle for power. But even if it does go on longer then we hope, we wont back down." said the Prime Minister with a bit of edge to his voice.

He then went back into the parliament building. When the doors shut the national anthem of Prevostiana "The Internationale" played through a number of loud speakers around the crowd. Then the television went off with a flash of light, the captain standing beside it with his hand on the power button.

"We must be on our way" He said with a deep mournful voice.

imported_ViZion

02-01-2006, 22:04

OOC: I assume my fleet will be allowed to pass, Questers?

IC:

Southport Air Force Base, 2:15 AM

"Sir, they are arming their weapons!" The command room was getting even more chaotic as the massive aerial formation moved ever closer to the homeland. The watch captain sent a priority distress call to the coastline SAM batteries. "This is RADAR station No. 42, incoming enemy bandits, bearing southwest at 83 degree, 800 knots. They have armed their weapons!"

Southport District SAM batteries, 2:16 AM

The calm, cool officer on watch that night was slightly unnerved. "Roger that, 42, commencing intercept." At the moment he said that, massive stationary UPR launchers moved into place, eight in all. The monstrous missiles on their back tilted to their launch angle, each locking in and preparing to push their cargos to the heavens. Towards the rear, another eight launchers began arming, in case the first wave didn't do their job. A commander of a battery radioed the SAM captain. "Sir, all units ready to fire on your command." The SAM captain watched the small RADAR dots begin to get closer to his homeland before ordering that one special command.

"Open fire."

The missiles ignited, streaking away from their launch tubes, 16 fingers of flame, all headed towards the ViZionion bombers. As these monsters screamed towards their targets, the numerous SAM arrays on the southern coast began to activate, tracking the enemy bombers and their escorts. Should they launch anything, those things would be annihilated before they even reached Velkya's territory.

Velkyan Airspace, 2:18 AM

As the homeland began to prepare for a strike, the secondary SCRAM engines of the missiles activated, sucking in air and pushing the warheads to hypersonic speeds, as they made a beeline right for the enemy bombers. They reached the "Breath Perimeter" of their targets and activated, exposing their plasma warheads to open air, infuriating them. They reached their detonation point, as their multiple warheads detonated, spewing massive uncontrolled plasma reactions and creating massive kiloton explosions inside the formation of aircraft. Any nearby aircraft would be vaporized, and luckier ones would be thrown into each other by the shockwave. As the first wave reached its target, another wave launched, hoping to mop up the damage the first had caused.
The bombers and fighters knew what to do. The 60 F-22's began firing rounds, attempting to blow the missiles out of the sky. Only a few were blown out.

At impact was only roughly 5 seconds away from the majority of the aircraft, they fired. Very missile from the F-22's, every missile from the B-2's were engaged and launched.

The missiles from the F-22's were locked onto various locations. About half were locked onto the second wave of incoming missiles, the other half locked onto cities. The B-2's already were locked on. The array of firepower, mixed with the aircrafts line of defenses to attract the missiles away from the planes were meant to confuse them. They hoped that at least a few of the 96 missiles launched from the B-2's would strike.

Immediately after firing their payloads, they took evasive action to attempt to draw the attention of the hostile missiles away from their own. But they were ready to die. They knew no surrender.

One by one, the B-2's and F-22's began dropping from the sky in a fiery of flames.

OOC: Sorry it's not that good of a post, I gotta catch up on these other posts as well..

imported_ViZion

02-01-2006, 22:09

Approaching ViZionian airspace, 2:31 AM

The fleet was massive. Over 1,000 transport aircraft, escorted by sqaudron upon sqaudron of Valkyrie fighters, cruised at nearly 120,000 feet into the air, far above the reach of enemy fighters. The lead aircraft began to break off, taking half of the airfleet with them, preparing to place a ring of troops around ViZion's capital. 50,000 troops and hundreds of vehicles from LRVs to medium tanks, prepared to droppod into action. They were mere hours from combat. Troops inside the mammoth carrier planes walked into their droppods, strapping themselves in as the operators readied the pods for action.
"Sir, we have picked up signals. It appears Valkyrie aircraft are closing in. Orders?" reported a RAD officer.

"Kid, why are you asking for the orders? I don't give them to you." said General Omar. "Goddamn kids these days don't know nothin!" he mumbled, walking over to one of the COMM officers.

"The Valkyrie aircraft... let them get closer... but still out of striking range. Then taken them down. The closer they get... the easier it is for us to destroy them." he ordered.

Whyatica

02-01-2006, 22:23

Whyatican Civilian Liner, 10km off of ViZion City Coast

"This is the Liner Whyatica's Paradise, asking for clearance to dock.."

The liner had made it to ViZion City intact, they hadn't seen a fleet from anyone yet..It was making Panther Squadron relax...This would be easier than they thought.

They landed at the ViZion City docks, and all 300 people on board left the docks, got their various rental cars and taxis, and left to wherever they would be staying. The President would have no idea which 15 of the 300 were Panther Squadron, but the Squadron doubted he cared right now if an infiltration squadron made it.

They left to the parts of the city intelligence told them were arming to fight the president..With them, they had books on military strategems, instructions on how to make crude bombs, and if need be they could attempt to get supplies in from their homeland, but they would only do that as a last resort.

They separated, and headed to different ends of the city to train the populace..

imported_ViZion

02-01-2006, 22:32

On the UVVC campus, the mood began to change from quiet and fear activity and vengence. The campus was not in the area of the city that was under fire yet.

Students were begining to arm them selves, the faculty helping them. The underground training center was opened up for students to go down and test their shooting skills and to brush up on tactics.

The school had enough weapons to arm 100,000 people, and enough ammunition to keep the weapons firing for about six straight days. But there were some suprises.

The engineering division at the UVVC campus was among the best. They worked on all sorts of things - cars, parts of aircrafts, bridges, and more. One of those things happen to be military vehicles.

A new sort of high-speed, high-mobility tank, dubbed the UVVC ARM-X1 was able to reach a top speed of 88 MPH, it was small enough to drive down alley ways and small streets, was capably enough to climb a mountain of debris, and had enough firepower to level a small building.

The college had built six of these UVVC ARM-X1's, and had been working on getting a contract made with the ViZionarian Armed Forces, but it had not been completed.

It had enough ammunition for about three days of fighting.

It would take the UVVC students and faculty several more hours to be completely armed and ready. And they suspected that by that time, the Presidential Forces and those who supported them would be all around the campus.

Prevostiana

02-01-2006, 23:19

Prevostian spies that have been in ViZion since Villian revealed his right-winged agenda have found out about the UVVC campus resistance. The Prevostian Defenders of Socialism Army high command has since been trying to make contact with the campus. Sending encrypted messages one after the other. All with the same message.

"We, the Prevostian Army know about your resistance and are willing to send reinforcements. One of our aircraft carriers should be in range of your location in 24 hours. We have extra weapons and ammunition, and can give you air support if needed. If you have a landing strip suitable for a C-130 Hercules we could have 10,000 troops there in 48 hours."

Questers

03-01-2006, 00:04

Uniform One One, forty miles off ViZion capital
"Ready to roll Marines?"

"SIR, YES SIR!" the resounding shout from the three rifle sections inside the Varrex Passenger echoed.

"Then line up for Mary Drop. Cmon, move it!"

The 300 soldiers began to line up around the aircraft, holding steady onto the bars above.

"Alright Captain, you can take us down now."

The men didn't faulter as the aircraft began it's sharp descent down from 20,000 metres. The G-forces rushed through them and those that weren't chewing specialised gum or something similar, their ears began to hurt. But that would wear off as the Questarian 114 Parachute Regiment began their HALO drop at fifteen thousand metres.

"Green Light, GO GO GO!"

Lieutenant-General Green jumped out of the plane first, screaming to himself as adrenalin took control of his senses. He knew that behind him, each and every one of his men was screaming like him. 3,000 of the Questarian elite, doing what they did best, was not something to underestimate.

114 Parachute Regiment, 30 Miles off ViZion Capital

Matthew Green cursed technology - his GPS receiver was broken. On the positive side, he had managed to regroup almost his entire unit within half an hour. At least the wind didn't move in six directions! He had already given his Captain's his orders, but they were still camped in a forest, unknowing of the direction to the capital.

The commanders of each section, including Green, were huddled around the makeshift command table. The Italian weather was harsh - they had removed their HALO kit and now most of them were wearing knee-shorts and had their sleeves rolled up. Matthew Green was wearing his favourite boonie hat, the ace of spades card still sewn the side.

"We should camp here. It's getting dark." A Lieutenant suggested.

"No. Didn't you see the GPS receivers before the drop? There's a unit of Doomingslandian soldiers around here somewhere. I don't want to be caught with my pants down if those bastards arrive. No. We'll keep moving."

As if it was a signal, an orderly tapped Green on the shoulder, saluting.
"Sir, Lieutenant Meatherly here to see you."

"Excellent. Send him in."

A man with camo facepaint and a long, green coat, stepped into the 'camp'.

"Sir." he saluted.

"Lieutenant Meatherly." Green saluted back. "What do you have for me?" Green was anxious to hear. Meatherly's platoon was the scout platoon, and one of the best in the country. All ex-Green Beret, SAS, SBS, the like. "We came across a signpost somewhere, marked it down. The capital is thirty two miles due west."

Green rubbed his hands together. "Bloody good show Meatherly. I don't know where we'd be without you. Commanders, get you troops ready. We march in fifteen minutes. And make sure there is NO trace of us being here!"

His orders were carried out to a tee - except some idiot who left behind his cooking pot and a load of ash and burnt sticks.

Eght hours later
It was dark. Green was taking a sip from his watercan when Meatherly turned up out of nowhere and gave a sharp salute.

"Christ, you frightened me there. try no to do that again, Lieutenant."

"Sir, no sir."

"Good. Why are you here?"

"The capital is in sight, sir. Only another forty minutes."

"Excellent. Keep the men moving, Meatherly. We'll be in there in no time."

An hour later
Meatherly was good, but Green tended to forget his group were significantly better marchers than his men. It didn't matter much, really - the fact was that they were inside the capital.

"Right, this map says the Senate is... this way."
Green gazed at the tourists map of the capital. It had no bearings, no gridcoordinates, no useful scale, and it only had a handful of street names, but it would have to suffice.

"Standard hostile urban movement. Keep shooting to a minimum, only if you ge t shot at first. Underyate, get that flag up on that antenna. We don't want to get shot at by friendlies or the populace."

MassPwnage

03-01-2006, 01:07

"Oh shit.... Questerian fleet units on the other side of the Strait, Admiral, what the hell do we do, our lead CAP units are reporting contact with enemy planes."

Admiral Chen Ziangzhen nodded. "Damn those dirty Brit motherfuckers..."

The Information Officer looked back at the Admiral. "I happen to be a dirty Brit motherfucker...."

"Oh... um... right... sorry... Anyway... get what aerial resources we have in the area to attack the Questerians.... um... yea."

"Of course... you fucking chink", muttered the Information Officer as he turned to transmit the orders.

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In the meantime, the entire fleet began turning to face the Questerians. The sound of hundreds upon hundreds of guns being loaded and VLS tubes being readied for fire could be heard. Ship fire control computers began to calculate firing solutions.... This was going to be one hell of a fight.

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In the air, the Hussars were detected first, a scout UCAV and a nearby AWACS craft in CAP had both reported 200 incoming hostiles. What was immediately available nearby was diverted to intercept the incoming Hussars. It didn't amount to much. 35 ASF-08 fighters, 25 ASF-06 fighters, 49 CAP UCAVs and maybe 5 scout UCAVs to act as long range sensor platforms. But the Pwnage planes didn't need long range sensor platforms, the Questerian planes were close enough.... close enough.

The Pwnage planes fired first, each, ASF-08 fired a Phoenix V long range air to air missile, the ASF-06s fired 2 ATA3MR III missiles medium range air-to-air missiles each, as did each CAP UCAV, each of which added a Phoenix V long air to air missile as well. Thanks to distributed computing, the missiles were evenly divided. Even the medium range air-to-air missiles had a 260 kilometer range, which meant that there would be no way that the Questerian planes could escape in time.

Then, the entire group turned tail and scattered, flying away from the Questerian fleet as fast as they could, lest the ships on the ground start firing.... More Pwnage planes would be coming up soon though.

imported_ViZion

03-01-2006, 04:33

"We, the Prevostian Army know about your resistance and are willing to send reinforcements. One of our aircraft carriers should be in range of your location in 24 hours. We have extra weapons and ammunition, and can give you air support if needed. If you have a landing strip suitable for a C-130 Hercules we could have 10,000 troops there in 48 hours."
"Jerron!" yelled one of the students fiddling with one of the radios brought into their makeshift 'command post'. The radio was in the electronics department and was an old encrypter/decrypter radio.

It took a couple of moments, but they were finally able to understand the message.

"Well, we don't have any airstrip period. We're also not that close to the water... they'll have to fight their way to us." Jerron said. "Is this the only radio we have capable of sending an encrypted message?" he asked the student. "Well, the only servicable one. They've been working on a new one, but it is not finished yet. It's only halfway done..." the 19 year old Japanese boy said. "Damn, this thing in ancient. We'll have to use it though." Jerron said.

After a few moments, the message was sent out to Prevostiana;
This is Jerrod. I am the leader of our resistance group. We are located farther inland - you'll have to fight your way to us. We also have no airfield. Hurry - hostile forces are nearing, and we are limited with what he have.

Standing on the eastern walls, explosions and firefights could be seen just a few blocks away.

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Eight blocks southwest of Congress Hall
The tanks rumbled through the streets. 3rd street, a large, wide street heading straight to the front of Congress Hall was nearly clear of the civilian resistance. It looked like one of the many French cities during World War II, the devistation was massive. Once 60 stories tall, many of these buildings lay in ruins just five to 10 stories high.

Bloody, gutted bodies filled the street. Hundreds dead. Congress Hall was a straight shot from here. But what they did not know is that Congress Hall was vacant now.

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Congressional Forces Headquarters
The Congress had to evacuate quickly. They knew they were the first targets of this onslaught, and without them, Villian would have complete control.

They had made their way to a small but strong base which had not been used in years. They began setting up headquarters their with the help of roughly 200 civilians loyal to the Congressional Forces. The base was located 16 blocks west of Congress Hall, just a few blocks from the water. The police had begun to organize enough to bunker down in the buildings surrounding the Congressional Forces Headquarter.

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ViZion News Broadcast Outpost
ViZion News Broadcast's headquarter had been bombed just a day before, killing many of the people inside. However, after this onslaught began, they quickly setup an outpost in an old, abandond brick building. It was small, but it would do. They would set up their news center here.

Across the city, two VNB employees set up a router in another building which had been vacated after the military began their fighting. They would use this router to send out the news and images to VNB centers across ViZion and, from there, to the world. Thus if tracked, they would track it to this router across town. Three more were setup in other buildings throughout the city.

All throughout ViZion City, VNB reporters dugin, hidding, taking pictures and filming the action. But they would be forced to hand deliver the pictures and films as to keep them from being tracked.

Within a couple of hours, images and tapings of the slaughter, the fighting, and the devistation were filtering out of the city. A once glorious and beautiful city, nearly half of the city now lay in burning ruins, its streets running red with blood.

imported_ViZion

03-01-2006, 04:42

An hour later
Meatherly was good, but Green tended to forget his group were significantly better marchers than his men. It didn't matter much, really - the fact was that they were inside the capital.

"Right, this map says the Senate is... this way."
Green gazed at the tourists map of the capital. It had no bearings, no gridcoordinates, no useful scale, and it only had a handful of street names, but it would have to suffice.

"Standard hostile urban movement. Keep shooting to a minimum, only if you ge t shot at first. Underyate, get that flag up on that antenna. We don't want to get shot at by friendlies or the populace."
OOC: where in the city did you enter? N? C? S? Where abouts? Depending on that will determine my IC post..

imported_ViZion

03-01-2006, 04:50

ViZion City Blockade
The 12,000 soldiers from Robiton Military Base, a Presidential Forces controlled base, were nearing the completion of the blockade of ViZion City. They used anything and everything avaliable to them to build a makeshift wall. Vehicles, sand bags, loot from buildings, parts of the builds them selves - anything.

Only a few areas along the northeast and northern borders of the city remained to be blockaded, and two Presidential Forces controlled bases were along the northern border. However, the Presidential Forces did not control the northern half of the city yet.

imported_ViZion

03-01-2006, 05:05

Aura Naval Base, Southwestern ViZion
One of the largest naval bases in ViZion, Aura Naval Base, remained under Congressional Forces control. They were organized within them selves, but they knew they would have little, if any, aid from other Congressional Forces controlled naval forces, as most of the Congressional Forces were not yet organized together.

They had to take control of the coastline along ViZion City. Without control of that, ViZion City would not be able to get aid from naval forces, and many naval bases had already fallen into Presidential Forces control as it is, meaning more than half of the coastline would soon be under Presidential Forces control as well.

Eighteen ships departed for ViZion City in the first wave - eight of them being Invincible-Class aircraft carriers, and four being Ohio Class submarines.

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Norracle Naval Base, Southeastern ViZion
That was apparently the same train of thought at this Congressional Forces control naval base. Norracle was not a large naval base, but was among the newest and more advanced ones in ViZion.

8 ships in all departed for ViZion City, ready to try and establish control and bombard the hostile Presidential Forces inside the city once control was established.

Kahanistan

03-01-2006, 05:11

The largest warfleet in Kahanistan history deployed from its base where the Negev Desert met the Mediterranean Sea. In addition to the enormous 2.5 million land and air forces, roughly a third of the 2 million strong Kahanistan Navy escorted the troops. They had literally hundreds of warships and tens of thousands of tanks, having imported heavily after the war with Automagfreek.

20 Nimitz carriers, 80 Arleigh Burke-class AEGIS destroyers, 80 Ticonderoga-class cruisers, 20 Montana-class battleships, and 80 Virginia-class submarines set sail for Vizion. This figure of course did not include the massive fleets of transport ships escorting the armor, infantry and artillery.

4,000 Merkava IV MBT's, 4,000 M109A6 155mm Paladin guns, and 8,000 Bradley AFV's were also carried in the transports. The soldiers, about half of whom were veterans, the other half green recruits who had enlisted after the Freekish invasion of Kahanistan, were, depending on their veteran status, either wearying of war or eager for action.

Kahanistan's massive war armada would arrive in ViZion in two days.

Tyrandis

03-01-2006, 05:37

Statement from the Department of Foreign Affairs

"Due to the rapid escalation of the ViZionian conflict in terms of both scale and casualties, the Militant Imperium of Tyrandis has found reason to declare the region a point of interest. We will begin monitoring the warzone for future evaluation and action with reconnaisance aircraft operating in international waters. These will be broadcasting internationally recognized IFF transponders for neutral assets. We request all belligerents involved to respect our deployment, and not interfere in their operation in any way. Conversely, Tyrandis gives its assurances that the flight path of these reconnaisance aircraft will not deviate into any airspace controlled by pro- or anti- Congressional forces."

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Director Hitomi Mikazawa
Director of the Department of Foreign Affairs

Velkya

03-01-2006, 05:53

Velkyan Airspace, 2:18 AM

The missiles released by the bomber nay made it a mile farther. The second wave of UPR warheads detonated directly in front of the missiles, vaporizing them in milliseconds with a wave of super-heated plasma. However, a single missile made it barely through the hellfire, detonating thousands of feet above the ocean. A border watching spy satellite captured a video of a massive nuclear fireball blooming over the sea. The shockwave was visible, as a wave began to stretch from the epicenter. As the wave hit the coast, the SAM battery commander radioed VHCHQ of the detonation. Shortly after, the following statement was released by the Allied Union government.

"At approximately 2:20 AM today, the Allied Union of Velkya was subject to the first attempted attack on its soil in its history. Not by vast invasion fleets or armies, but by nuclear weapons. A force of sixteen rebel ViZionion bombers launched a massive nuclear attack on the southern shores of Velkya, aimed at vital port cities as well as the capital of Velkyan CIty itself. Though it was intercepted by the elite anti-aircraft forces of the Army, this attack will not stand in the eyes of Velkya or it's allies. The 6th and 7th Infantry Divisions, as well as more classified elements of the military, have been immediately dispatched to the theatre with the full intention of toppling the rogue president and annihilating his armies and allies."

imported_ViZion

03-01-2006, 06:01

In the mountains of central western ViZion, small towns heard of what was happening in ViZion City. While most of these towns in the mountainous region of ViZion saw little action, that would soon change.

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Torranus - Population: 5,324 | Location: Northwest coast of ViZion
Tod, 19, and Joanne, 18, boyfriend and girlfriend, watched the events unfold on his television, staying tuned to VNB, the only broadcast company getting much of anything out of the capital.

Their parents were at the town square in a meeting for the towns people. Tod and Joanne wanted to attend, but were told not to. They both were given shotguns and were told to lock up everything.

The meeting lasted nearly two hours. The town had organized a defense plan involving building a wall of sandbags and lumber, the major industry in town.

Given the towns compact size and ridge-lined geography, it took a matter of only three hours. Ridges surrounded more that 70% of the small town. The barracading couldn't have come sooner. No more than 30 minutes after the town was walled in and its citizens manning the walls, a convoy of Presidential Forces soldiers came along, 500 men strong and including two M1A1 tanks.

The townspeople waiting, hidding, until the Presidential Forces were within a few feet of the wall. The town looked deserted, all the lights off and not a out could be heard aside from some dogs and the wildlife.

Just then, the towns people strung to life, firing upon the Presidential Forces and tossing out homemade bombs - three families were in the business of making them and selling them, and this came in extremely handly.

The Presidential Forces were expecting this sort of ambushed - it had happened twice to them already. But this was the largest town they had come across yet, and the majority of its people, roughly 4,500, were at the wall and ridge firing away with everything from pistols to shotguns to AK-47's, anything and everything they had. Even so, the Presidential Forces had two tanks and were far better equipped.

The battle continued for nearly two hours. When all was said and done, the town of Torranus was victorious, but had suffered heavy losses - 2,523 dead and another 1,000 injured. The two tanks had been destroyed with the homemade bombs as they attempted to enter the town.

Both Tod and Joanne lost their parents. Joanne's 16 year old brother and 17 year old sister had both been killed, but her 13 year old brother survived after she hid him their basement. Tod's 3 year old sister was also safe. But many were dead or dieing, and this scene would soon be repeated hundreds of times over the next 24 hours.

imported_ViZion

03-01-2006, 06:01

OOC: gotta go, will post tomorrow...

Doomingsland

03-01-2006, 06:06

Imperial Forward Headquarters, Outside of Zypher AFB

"How in the FUCK did they get through?" demanded a furious Legate Marcus Decimus, commander of the VIII Legion, to Tribune Herius Letalus, commander of his air defenses.

"They must have jammed our RADAR...we're still trying to figure out what went wrong. I think it's a fluke," replied the nobleman, unfased by his commander's anger.

"A FLUKE? What the fuck do you think this is? We've got three FUCKING thousand heathens outside of the capital! You really fucked up this time, Tribune..." muttered Marcus, starting to calm down.

The cramped quarters of the DM-46 command track contained numerous flat panel monitors and a single holographic display at the center of the compartment. The commanders sat around the table-like display, enjoying a 3D view of the entire battlefield.

Marcus seemed quite irritated at the moment, his scarred forhead seeming to throb. Then he looked up at his comrades,

"Alright. This may not be as bad as it appears. Now look," he pointed to several large red infantrymen on the screen outside of the city, representing the Questerian regiment, "From what our sensors are telling us, they have no armor support. This is a light infantry unit. We are a mechanized unit. They appear to be unaware of our presense," he said, a wry smile coming across his lips, "Crush them. Immediately."

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The call to move out reached the centurions mere minutes later. Engines revved up and men mounted their IFVs. Already tanks and scout cars were speeding across the plains towards their intended objectives. Overhead, brand new RHI-37 Corvus attack helicopters flew, their five-bladed contra rotors making little noise.

They were laden with FFAR pods. Perfect for dealing with infantry, as the Questerians would soon find out.

Scout units comprised of DM-43 armored cars with mounted infantry raced ahead of the columns of IFVs and MBTs at high speeds, following the helicopters. The tanks and personel carriers took a different route, aiming to hit the very rear of the regiment and cut them off.

The opening volleys of the attack came as the Covus squadron began its strafing run. The chin-mounted 20mm electro-thermal chemical automatic cannons peppered away at the paratroopers below while the rocket pods spat out dozens of rounds each in a matter of seconds, literally covering the columns each helicopter was assigned, cutting a path across the rear column, preventing them from continuing on towards the capital.

With that attack initialy over, the helicopters turned their attention to picking off crew served weapons: ATGMs, machineguns, mortars. Anything that could harm them or the incoming armor. Meanwhile, eight or so recon turmae, each containing four DM-43 armored cars plus mechanized cavalry scouts, cut in front of the rear guard units, straight through the area that the helicopters had strafed.

Pulling into the craters created by the rockets, the Velites dismounted their scouts, who took up positions around the cars. They had formed a crecent shaped line, hopefully preventing any flanking. The DM-43s, upon taking up those positions, began to fire off bursts from their tripple-barreled 15.5mm electro-thermal chemical cannons, attempting to suppress enemy infantry, while the scouts attempted to pick off enemy troops with a variety of weapons. Each individual team had three DR-31 varient weapons (one with a rifle, another with an underslung 25mm semi-automatic grenade launcher, the third with the light machinegun varient) and a legionary equiped with a DRS-78 designated marksman rifle, allowing for them to lay down precision shots.

With those men hopefully halting the enemy advance, the heavy armor began to arrive. DM-38A2 Testudo II infantry fighting vehicles, each laden with nine legionaries each, struck on the Questerian flank, supported by DM-41 main battle tanks. Fire from 37mm autocannons and 125mm guns raked the enemy lines as mechanized infantry began to dismount, putting further pressure on the enemy force.

Slowly, the flanking unit began to advance forward, the infantry decurii (squads) guarding the vehicles that had brought them to the fight, stopping and crouching once in awhile to squeaze off a few rounds at anyone stupid enough to pop his head up.

Prevostiana

03-01-2006, 06:29

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This is Jerrod. I am the leader of our resistance group. We are located farther inland - you'll have to fight your way to us. We also have no airfield. Hurry - hostile forces are nearing, and we are limited with what he have.

"Sir! We got a message back!" Yelled the communications officer. "But negative on the landing strip, and they seem pretty far inland."

"Can you send a message back to them?" Asked the captain.

"Negative, this storms to strong. But we can contact fleet command." Responded the communications officer.

The PDSS Enterprise was one of two A-2 class aircraft carriers of the PDSN. The 2nd was still in dry dock undergoing a refit. The A-2 class entered service in the early 1980's, but have under gone countless modifications. It could hold up to 10 light fighters with 5 medium sized aircrafts.

15 minutes later in the tactical room.

"We have intelligence saying the defense between the coast and the campus isn't as strong as it is in other areas. I wouldn't have a clue what the numbers are. But what you guys have on hand isn't going to be enough.

Plan B. We're sending three airborne units that will hopefully drop 300 of our troops inside the campus. Along with two C-130 Hercules that will drop Mortars, RPG's, and other ammunitions for the resistance." said the high command tactical officer over the radio.

"Thats all we're going to do?" Protested the captain.

"No. three destroyers and one heavy destroyer are on their way to your current location. With 200,000 troops on transport vessels. They will be there in 24 hours, I expect within four hours of them getting there you'll make landfall. If you are to have any chance, you must take them by complete surprise." The radio buzzed then went silent.

In C-130 Hercules XY643

"We're coming onto the target, get ready!" Shouted the pilot back to the airborne troops.

"So what are we looking for again?" Asked one of the troops.

"A walled in campus, you should know this." Responded his superior.

"Sorry sir." Yelled the soldier.

The troops stood up, seconds later the light turned green.

"Go! Go! Go!"

Velkya

03-01-2006, 06:36

As the Doomingsland forces began to engage the landed Questerian Marines, the massive air fleet of the Screaming Falcons pressed onwards towards the ViZionion capital. The hundreds of ISF-2 escort fighters along for the ride opened their internal bays, as they prepared to launch a massive strike on the enemy air defense net coming in. Each plane carried four of these SEAD missiles, and with three hundred of these planes, over a thousands missiles would soon be raining down on the Doomingslandi forces.

The AWACs craft traveling alongside the formation began to track the enemy air defenses with their powerful RADAR systems as the massive formation of drop-pod aircraft approached the Italian coastline. Inside one of the thousands of squad drop-pods of the division, Foxtrot Company's third squad, Foxtrot 03, prepared to jump into hostile territory. The plan had been changed, they would be jumping on the capital itself, using the retro-rockets of the pods to steer the titanium bathtubs into the streets in order to support the congressional forces instead of exposing themselves to the numerous enemy forces on the ground.

The sergeant leading the squad, a stout Selken man of forty-two years, sat back in his seat, strapped into the drop-pod. Even over the din of the aircraft engine, he and his squad still managed to talk amongst themselves. A voice over the loudspeakers, however, interrupted this small talk. "All units are ordered to prepare for deployment, drop zone will be reached in ten minutes, repeat, all units standby, we will reach drop zone in ten minutes."

As the formation tore through the night, the smaller escort fighter began to target the enemy air defenses on the ground. Releasing hundreds, nay, thousands of anti-radiation and RADAR seeking missiles at the enemy SAM batteries and AAA cannons, the fighters began to climb back up, ringing around their big friends, preparing for the inevitable enemy counterattack.

Macisikan

03-01-2006, 07:52

In distant Arn-Maciska, confusion reigned. No-one was sure who was the "legitimate" leader of ViZion, or even if the nation had one anymore. Until that was answered, no action could be taken without violating the non-agression pact between the two nations. To complicate matters further, the government had moved ViZion down three places on the priority list in the last hour; it was the fourth downgrading since the conflict began; something else was preoccuping the leadership...

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Broadcast by MNB International to the world.

Press Release
Cabinet resolution CR82930
This resolution applies only to the current conflict in ViZion.

Be it known, that, until Parliament otherwise provides:
the United Imperial Kingdoms of Macisikan [UIKM] shall not knowingly harbour, aid, support or provide for any combatant nation or faction, nor its forces nor military allies, nor any extra-national combatant force or militia, including but not limited to air forces, naval ships, land forces, agents, or those undertaking to procure the goods and supplies of war;

and, the UIKM shall not actively or covertly act to hamper or assist any force or agents of an active combatant nation or faction, nor the militarily allied force of another nation, nor any extra-national combatant force or militia, through either force of arms or other support;

and, the UIKM shall not conspire to influence the outcome of armed combat through overt or covert means, excepting efforts to mediate or negotiate a truce or end to the conflict;

and further, UIKM may allow and facilitate provision of humanitarian aid by neutral third parties, including government agencies, to civilian populations and to military wounded, and may allow such organisations to operate from, travel through, or stage in Imperial territory, for the express purpose of delivering said aid;

yet, the UIKM reserves the right to take whatever actions it deems are necessary to preserve its national security and its interests, and to ensure the realisation of Imperial Neutrality;

and yet, the UIKM is willing to facilitate the evacuation of civilians, foreign citizens, and other non-combatants as refugees to other nations, including the UIKM.

God Save the King!
- Duke George McDettya, His Majesty's Minister of State

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Less then two minutes after MNB International broadcast the message to the world, the data flow from the Secretariat of Imperial Security in the Macisikani Embassy in ViZion City to the ViZion intelligence services was cut. At the same time, a similar flow of information to the ViZioner Embassy in Arn-Maciska closed. In less then an hour, a courier had delivered a message to the ViZioner Ambassador informing him that the access to ViZioner government accounts in Macisikan had been suspended for the duration of the conflict; but the accounts were not frozen.

Questers

03-01-2006, 12:45

The largest warfleet in Kahanistan history deployed from its base where the Negev Desert met the Mediterranean Sea. In addition to the enormous 3.6 million land and air forces, roughly a third of the 2 million strong Kahanistan Navy escorted the troops. They had literally hundreds of warships and tens of thousands of tanks, having imported heavily after the war with Automagfreek.

50 Nimitz carriers, 200 Arleigh Burke-class AEGIS destroyers, 200 Ticonderoga-class cruisers, 50 Montana-class battleships, and 200 Virginia-class submarines set sail for Vizion. This figure of course did not include the massive fleets of transport ships escorting the armor, infantry and artillery.

10,000 Merkava IV MBT's, 10,000 M109A6 155mm Paladin guns, and 20,000 Bradley AFV's were also carried in the transports. The soldiers, about half of whom were veterans, the other half green recruits who had enlisted after the Freekish invasion of Kahanistan, were, depending on their veteran status, either wearying of war or eager for action.

Kahanistan's massive war armada would arrive in ViZion in two days.

OOC: Um, that's pretty really stupid. You do realise that a battlefleet the size of that would be strained trying to cross the pacific and would be the utter logistic be all-and-end-all nightmare. Trying to fit it into the bloody mediterranean around the NEGEV is technically impossible. That is the most ridiculous number of anything deployed in such a small area.
SECONDLY
The fleet of transports to house that bloody huge number of outdated vehicles AND your army will be twice as many ships, AT LEAST. If you think you can fit that much into your side of the Medi you have another thing coming.

ViZion, i'm entering from the East.

IC:
Captain Foster dropped to the floor as five of his men crumpled with him, dead. The rumble of armour could be heard around him as the chunk-chunk-chunk of autocannons and high calibre machineguns roared around the night. His squad was giving sporadic and weak firepower - the 5.56 L85s had little to no effect on the heavy Doomingslandian armour. Here and there, an enemy soldier dropped, to a GPMG or a grenade launcher, but it was a terrible price to pay for the thousand or so soldiers still outside the capital.

"Regroup around the entrance!" he screamed through the microphone. "Guard your flanks, concentrate your anti tank firepower on..that vehicle! Support gunners, lay down fire while the rest of us escape. Pull a "

A minute or so later, a dozen 88mm LAWs pumelled a light tank. 7.62 rounds screamed past the advancing Doomingslandian infantry as a few explosions crumpled the warm ground.

"Sir, enemy armour flanking us! They've cut off the entrance!"

It was true. Foster pulled a grimace as the Doomingslandian light armour chopped off his escape.

"All units, regroup around me, standard box formation. Give em hell!"

The men, disciplined as ever, but their morale faltering, began to fall back to the Captain in a box. They still kept firing, but by this time it was useless. The light rifles the paratroopers used were basically ineffective against the Doomingslandians. Foster's men were being slaughtered left and right by the brutal and efficient Doomingslandian vehicles and mechanised infantry. Almost two thirds of his force had been decimated by the superior technology, speed, and firepower. Reluctantly, the Captain raised the white flag and shouted "Cease fire! CEASE FIRE!" The fighting was over. Pockmarks, bodies, and empty cartridges littered the Vizionian countryside in the first true land battle of the war.

Sovietain

03-01-2006, 13:06

OOC: I hope its not too late to join the fight.

Sovietain will be happy to dispatch as many troops as she can spare to aid the ViZion resistance.

We will be sending:

150 Infantry (AK74 eq.)
2 T55 Tanks
10 BMP Light Tanks
1 "Defender" Class Battleship
4 Transports

We shall be sending out a radio signal when we near ViZion shores, in an effort to make contact with the resistance, to determine whether they can offer a safe strip of beach for our landing.

Kahanistan

03-01-2006, 13:16

(OOC: Here (http://www.masada2000.org/map9.GIF) is a real live satellite image of the Negev and surrounding area. I simply downloaded the pic and put my nation's map over it using Photoshop, that's why it sucks. The coastline looks 60-70 miles long, there's a scale here. (http://www.masada2000.org/map1.GIF) Ignore (http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/index.php/Ignore) the propaganda on the website itself, it made a good map, though. I think I could launch 500 warships and 1,000 - 1,500 transports from a 60-mile coastline with several naval bases on it.)

IC: The massive armada was about a day from ViZion, its admirals and generals eagerly scanning the radar for signs of Doomingslandian, Pwnage, and Presidential ViZionist forces. The enemy would not be able to miss this warfleet even if their radar was totally on the blank.

The logistics were a nightmare, but Kahanistan was not going to let ViZion become a dictatorship.

Questers

03-01-2006, 14:51

several? they'd have to be bloody huge, and cutting into the Negev itself. Sorry, a fleet of 2000~ vessels of 140m+ is just not feasible to be launched from this area. 10 carriers, battleships? Yes. 50? no.
Besides, from a tactical POV, 200 is just overkill. I mean, I have over a half of your naval aircraft (in this area) with just a seventh of your aircraft carriers. Isn't it a better idea to invest in larger and more efficient carriers?

Anyway, I digress. It's still too many ships.

Velkya

03-01-2006, 16:07

OOC: I'd have to agree with Questers on this one Kahanistan, you hardly have enough space in your nation to fit all those naval ships in.

Whyatica

03-01-2006, 16:16

[OOC: Kahanistan, even with half that number you'd still probably be the largest force around]

IC:
The 15 man strong Panther Squadron moved around ViZion City stealthily, trying to avoid the Presidential Forces blockades, which were getting more numerous by the hour. Three men died in Presidential Forces assaults. One man, however, made it to the university, but more of a problem would be, how would he get inside?

The gates were locked, walls were up, and he would most likely be shot on sight if he attempted to jump the gate. He had to somehow convince the university students that he was friendly.

He very simply walked up to the gate, and waited for a guard to notice him. He was unarmed, and all he carried in his briefcase were his books, and his Whyatican passport.

Velkya

03-01-2006, 16:35

As the lumbering transport planes carrying the airborne soldier drew closer to their targets, a different kind of strike began. A single, sleek, black aircraft moving way too fast for any AA system to even track it screamed under the Screaming Falcons, it's rocket engines pushing it to over Mach 5. The plane approached ViZion City, deploying it's airbrakes in order to slow the aircrafts immense speed to sub-sonic levels. As it approached over the university complex, 4 dark figures jumped from open bomb bays of the aircraft, sending them falling through thousands of feet of nothingness as they spread their arms and legs out in order to slow them down enough to deploy their parachutes. At about 1,000 feet, they opened their chutes, steering them unto the roof of the complex.

The four men moved into concealed positions as they removed their parachutes and readied their weapons. A Captain, the leader of the group, pulled out a LAR-10SD, as he slammed a magazine into the silenced rifle. A second man, obviously a sniper, armed his .50 cal SR-32, testing the scope. A third man, an anti-armor specialist by the looks of it, slung his Javelin II over his shoulder, as he slide shells into his shotgun. The last man fed a belt of caseless ammunition into his SCLAW, and unhinged the bipod of the machine gun. The squad leader nodded to his men, as they made their way to the nearest roof entry point of the main building on which they had landed. As they moved towards their target, a patch on their arm, a red ring around an Eagle, denoted their ownership.

Halo Force was in town.

MassPwnage

03-01-2006, 16:44

ooc: *BUMP!* Questers, when are you posting the reply to my attack on your CAP? And sorry about the crappy nature of the following post, I'm at school, and I don't think I'll have time to post when I get home today.

The Pwnage naval forces locked onto the Questerian ships. Tethered drigibles with huge, powerful synthetic aperture radars locked fed back locational data to the ships, which then began training their guns on the fleet units. A few seconds later, they began to fire, targeting the escorts around the Hogsweatian capital ships, especially those ships with anti-air capacity, and the aircraft carriers.

Hundreds and hundreds of HE-AP railgun slugs, long range electrothermally driven 12 inch shells, huge 24 inch shells from the Superdreadnoughts, long range anti-ship missiles, heavy submuniton based HARMs and other projectiles began flying from the Pwnage fleet, hoping to bury the Questerians in a massive wave of firepower in order to sink as many escorts as possible.

Kahanistan

03-01-2006, 16:56

(OOC: Fine, I'll dispatch them in four waves, simply because I don't want to get ignored when my fleet moves in and attacks. Kahanistan's had its eye on Doomingsland and certain of its allies for some time. The first wave only has 50 warships, mostly the larger battleships and cruisers, and 400 transports. The smaller destroyers escorting carriers will come later.)

The first wave of Kahanistan warships arrived at the southern tip of ViZion. It consisted of 160 transports carrying 400,000 Republic Guards, as well as 10 Montana-class battleships and 40 Ticonderoga-class cruisers.

The Republic Guards began to storm the beach, wearing full NBC gear, body armor and toting M-16's and AK-74's. Intelligence said the resistance would be heavy...

Sovietain

03-01-2006, 16:59

The Sovetain ships come to a halt a few miles offshore of ViZion land.

"Defender" Battleship PA system:
"Infantry squadrons A through I, prepare to board landing barges. You are required to carry all your equipment. You will be landing at Point 2. Officers, ensure your men are briefed and ready."
"Armour groups C and E, prepare for boarding of landing barges. You will be dropped at landing Point 2. ET to boarding, 4 hours."

"All radio personnel, prepare to begin transmission in 5 minutes. All units not boarding, prepare for your own turn shortly. All supply personnel, report to your quartermasters and ensure all supplies are ready and of satisfactory quality. Report any problems immediately."

"Radio signal initialised. All units, maintain radio silence while in transport, barring COs. All radio personnel, remain watchful for any responses from ViZion mainland."

"All units about to commence landings, be warned that large numbers of Kahanistani troops have been landing. Ensure your targets are presidential forces or their allies before you engage. Have a safe, and productive, day."

Praetonia

03-01-2006, 17:19

[OOC: Doom did you see my reply to your SAM batteries post?

Kahatanistan - I agree with Hogsweat. Your fleet is far too big. As an aside, the entire-navy deployments and thousands of men and tanks in transports is a tad silly. I could understand it if you have access to ViZion's airports or if you're deploying by plane, or only have a few ships on station, but there simply hasnt been enough time for all these massive fleets to arrive.]

"Sir!" An army Lieutenant stepped onto the bridge of the PWS Empire, straightened his sword by his side and saluted. The Field Marshal returned his salute. "We have received word from the Questerians, sir, they are under heavy attack from armour and mechanised infantry."

"Do they resist?"

"They do, sir, they do, but they don't know how much longer they can hold out."

The Field Marshal gave the Lieutenant a cold look. "Then we must help them. Admiral," he said, turning to the commander of the fleet, "Tanks. Do any of your submarines have the appropriate missiles?" He was referring to the anti-tank cruise missile variants loaded with anti-tank submunitions which had been developed after the last encounter with Doomingslandi forces.

"We do. The PWS... Spearhead, I believe, has eight such missiles," he replied, taking a quick look at fleet's Order of Battle on the flat panel computer screen in front of him. The Field Marshal waited, thinking through the situation in his head.

"Field Marshal?" Asked the Admiral, "Do you wish us to give fire?" He nodded. Still below the waves of the Mediterranean, the Spearhead's VLS tube caps broke as missiles were hurled against them, sending shards of ceramic into the water. The missiles burst through and, protected by their cavitation bubbles, headed for the surface.

Meanwhile, the aircraft were still fighting. As ViZion and Doomingslandi RADAR appeared, more missiles were shot off towards them. Protected by this SEAD-rich airbattle, the missiles' engines whirred into life and shot into the sky towards the Doomingslandi armoured column which would, hopefully, soon be showered with anti-tank submunitions.

Kahanistan

03-01-2006, 17:30

(OOC: I broke up the deployment into four waves, the other 3/4 of the fleet's still days away, what more do you want from me? And deploying troops by plane might be a good idea, do I have access to ViZion's airfields?)

The warships scanned the surrounding waters, waiting for the enemy to attack them... preparing to unload their heavy guns onto them. They had sent the largest warships first to make the enemy think that the entire fleet was composed of huge battleships and cruisers.

Sovietain

03-01-2006, 17:42

Beach Loudspeakers:

"All Squads, this is Commander Ibramic. Pay close attention to the following announcements."

"Squads A, C,D, H and I, you are required to remain here and secure this landing point. Supplies should be arriving soon, and we need a relatively secure defence within the next 4 hours! When the rest of the armour arrives, they will stay with you. Group C armour, you are to accompany me and the remaining squads, as we move inland to find and secure a more stable base."

"Don't get too comfortable here, you will like be called in land very soon. Remain vigilant, and ensure that all supplies and military personnel land safely."

"Keep in mind, there are an awful lot of enemy and friendly troops on the move. Radio personnel remaining behind, try to reach our allies, and see if we can get some extra security for the other landings. Keep in touch with the ships."

"That is all. Get moving!"

Doomingsland

03-01-2006, 18:55

OOC:This would be happening just as you guys start to come up on my RADAR. And Kahanstan, how the HELL did your fleet manage to reach the shores of Italy before mine, which was already IN the Mediterranian? You too, Sovietain.

IC:

Making use of land-based low probability of intercept RADAR, the Imperial air defense net was able to pick up the high altitude aircraft from quite a ways out. Enemy passive RADAR recievers, the key component to any SEAD-type weapon, would be having plenty of trouble trying to home in on the freqeuncies.

Within minutes of their detection, Imperial SAM systems began to light up. The primary weapon for dealing with these foes would be the Angelus theatre surface-to-air missiles, capable of reaching the Velkyan aircraft, even at their high altitude. Making use of a wide array of detection systems, ranging from allied Vizionarian coastal RADAR, to Imperial RADAR, to infrared search and track systems, the missiles exploded out of their launch boxes on their launch vehicles, their solid fuel rocket engines carrying them to an altitude of 60,000 feet. As the missiles gained further speed, the first stage detached, revealing a scramjet engine.

That engine ignited, and the missile began to gain further speed, eventualy reaching velocities bordering mach ten. Targetting the enemy transports, homing in on their RADAR and infrared emmisions, making use of their own internal sensors and land based sensors, the missiles wouldn't have a difficult time finding the massive, lumbering aircraft.

At their speed, the sheer kinetic energy from impact would probably have been enough to vaporize the enemy transports. Of course, their high explosive ONC warheads would no doubt seal the deal when they hit. With a total of three-hundred fifty seperate launch vehicles firing, the Velkyans would find 1,400 of these missiles headed straight for their transports.

Of course, at the same time, they had the Praetonians to deal with. Finding these foes at a much more managable altitude, the air defense command was able to direct six squadrons of ACI-73 Aquila Air Superiority Fighters towards their targets along with Apostle II surface-to-air missiles. These missiles, having a velocity exceeding mach four, 3D thrust vectoring, and gas based thrust nozzles in the nose, would easily be able to keep up any maneuvering. These would target both enemy fighters and bombers, and, if possible, transports.

The legion's AWACS aircrafts' weapons bays also began to swing open, revealing missile rotaries. Loaded within the rotaries where twenty-four AIM-157 AAAM missiles, designed specifically for snuffing out enemy AWACS aircraft. These were fired off literally as soon as the Praetonian and Velkyan AWACS aircraft were identified (not difficult due to the RADAR emmisions they would have been emmiting). A solid fuel rocket motor would have propeled them to a velocity of mach three or so. From there a scramjet engine would take over, pushing the missile to mach seven. Making use of a passive RADAR reciever homing system and various external sensors, the missiles would home in directly on the enemy AWACS' RADAR emmisions.

These missiles, rather than using a conventional high explosive warhead, made use of a multi-projectile kinetic energy system. Encapsulated within the warhead were multiple spikes. When close enough to the target, the warhead would split open, allowing for the spikes to continue on at their current velocity, straight into the enemy aircraft. The missiles would easily be able to close the distance within a few minutes, and with roughly five missiles per enemy AWACS, even the most advanced anti-missile systems would find it nearly impossible to neutralize all of the missiles.

As the opening volley of that battle commenced, the squadrons of Aquilas began to divert towards the Praetonian Hussar air superiority fighters. Making use of sensors from their own AWACS, their low probability of intercept RADAR, their infrared search and tracking systems, and their passive RADAR recievers, they had alot of options to detect the enemy fighters. On the other hand, the Aquilas were more than stealthy enough to evade the RADAR found on the enemy fighters, even so to evade AWACS RADAR until they were literally in the area of one hundred miles or so away.

With that advantage under their belt and the fact the enemy had absolutely no idea how many, if any, Imperial fighters were in the area, the Aquilas cruised at high subsonic speed towards their targets, severely limiting their infrared signatures. These aircraft were equipped with brand new AAM-37D medium range air-to-air missiles. These missiles were modified Kriegzimmer-designed AAM-37 medium range air-to-air missiles, featuring an air breathing RAMjet rather than a solid propelant rocket engine. This allowed for far greater range, 170 kilometers.

Quietly, the aircrafts' twin ARSADS weapon systems lowered out of their bays, not comprimising their RCS. Aided by electro-magnets, six AAM-37D missiles spat out of each fighter's ARSADS system, igniting their engine a safe distance from the aircraft, which then broke formation and headed away from the launch points, the exact area of which would have been a mystery to the Praetonians due to the late ignition of the missile engines.

The missiles' engines would carry them to speeds exceeding mach four, making use of interanl LIDAR, infrared, and milimeter band RADAR to home in on their targets in addition to friendly land and air based RADARs and IRST systems. Coming in at a much lower speed than previous Imperial missiles, the Praetonians would find that these missiles were far more maneuverable than previous designs, making use of 3D thrust vectoring and gas-based thrust nozzles in their maneuvering. With six squadrons of twelve aircraft each, launching six missiles each, the Praetonians would find their fighters suddenly having to fight off a grand total of four-hundred thirty two of these missiles.

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Outskirts of ViZion City

"Alright, take a head count of the prisoners!" yelled Centurion Lucius Vorenus, commander of Centuria Machina III, Cohors I, Legio VIII (3rd Mechanized Century, 1st Cohort, 8th Legion).

The Legionaries seemed almost astonished that their foes had capitulated so easily. They'd expected more from seemingly proffesional soldiers. Vorenus removed his helm, revealing his shaved head, his scarred, hardened face. By all acounts, it seemed that it would shatter the man's face if he were to crack a smile.

Pulling the bolt back on his DR-31 assault rifle, he checked to make sure he had a round chambered. These heathens could be trying some dastardly trick, and he wanted to be prepared. The faceless Doomingslanders, their faces hidden behind black visors, their distinctive Roman-esque body armor and helms making them appear as if they belonged on a more ancient battlefield, began to round of Questerian soldiers, collecting weapons, patting down the prisoners, then finally binding their hands behind them and throwing wire nooses around their necks, tying them all together, making it so that if anyone were to try and escape, he'd be held back by the weight of his comrades. By his neck.

They were all herded into a small corral created by the Century's nine IFVs, making a nice defensive perimeter around the prisoners. The remotely operated 37mm electro-thermal chemical automatic cannons of the Testudo IFVs traversed to the bound and somewhat dazed Questerian Marines. Legionaries also began to form a circle around the captives. They moved in almost robotically, their movements fluid and precise, forming a perfect circle. As if compelled by some unatural force, they all shouldered their rifles simultaniously, taking aim at the prisoners.

"We should purify the whole lot of 'em," muttered Decurion Gnaeus Quintus to Vorenus,

"I agree with you, brother. However, our dear commander has stated that they are to be kept alive an unspoiled, whatever the hell that means," he said, almost disgusted that these...barbarians were being allowed to further draw breath.

"Well, now what, sir?" asked Gnaeus once more, softly. The pattering of small arms, flak, and missiles ensured that this night would be far from a silent one. Above, the sky seemed to be ablazed from the battle taking place in the skies.

"We find out who's in charge, Decurion," replied Vorenus casualy. Switching from his native Latin to English, he shouted out to the prisoners, "Which one of you is in charge?" His speach had a light Doomingslandian accent, yet seemed quite fluent in those few words.

Questers

03-01-2006, 19:04

Outskirts of Vizion
[OOC: post upcoming for you, MassPwnage, you little upstart :p]

Captain Foster stood forward among almost six hundred wounded and living marines, black, caucasian, asian, female, homosexual, and raised his hand. "Captain Foster, 1st Platoon, 1st Company, 1IC 3rd Rearguard Battalion, 114 Light Para, 1st Counter-Insurgency Division Questarian Royal Marines, Clarentine Cross, Esteemed Action Medal." he said with pride.

He spat the words "insurgency" like acid from a snake.

Foster had hoped that the Doomingslandian's wouldn't kill his men - then he'd go down in history as a traitor rather than a man who tried to save a battalion of troops from certain death at the hands of a ruthless enemy. He also hoped that the mention of his medals would get him some respect against these... monsters.

Sovietain

03-01-2006, 19:30

Inside Sovietain command centre, aboard the "Defender" Battleship.

"Is all the armour and infantry en route to the landing point yet?"
"Yes sir, Commander Linovic, the last T55 was picked up ten minutes ago."
"Thats some good news. Have any resistance transmissions come in yet?"
"No sir."
"Is our signal playing constantly?"
"Yes, sir. Just as you ordered."
"Damn, we`can't afford to stay here. I was hoping such a small landing wouldn't be perceived as too great a threat by the enemy, but sooner or later they will notice our presence. We can't rely on our allies to keep them totally occupied...
We have to move, we're a`sitting duck. Perhaps we could issue our signal more securely if we were to accompany another fleet. Who's nearest to us?"
"The Kahanistanis, sir."
"Very well. Take down this transmission and send it to them, post haste."

To: Kahanistan Naval Forces
From: Commander Linovic, Sovieten Naval Forces

We request sanctuary for our ships while we establish bases on the ViZion mainland. The Defender battleship will be more than happy to aid you if you come into conflict with enemy forces, we merely ask that you allow our five ships to sail in formation with your fleet, so long as you remain nearby ViZion.

Sincerely,
Comm. Linovic, Sovieten Naval Force

Praetonia

03-01-2006, 19:41

"Fighters! Dead ahead!" shouted Group Captain William Salisbury through his microphone. He manoeuvered his Hussar seemless in a left strafing action, the others in his squadron - the Van, following.

"Missiles, sir!" Shouted a Flight Lieutenant, whose boosted radar signal from the AWACs planes started to show a veritable swarm.

"Hold your course as planned, lads! Hold your nerve!" The other fighters were beginning to collapse inward to form a protective ring just outside the inner circle of Firewinds. The AWACs group was moving behind the entire formation, knowing that they would be the first targets now that their RADARs were spweing tell-tale radio signals into the ether.

The Van was now ahead of the main group, only a few seconds after first contact. "Release!" Shouted the Group Captain and, inunison, each fighter let go his full complement of LRAAMs. Somewhere, the Group Captain thought, in some god forsaken patch of sky, the two swarms of missiles would meet each other half way.

"Back!" He shouted, and his planes began to dive and whirl towards the main formation. Having expended their long range missiles, they would play no further part in the battle until the enemy fighters were in amongst them, for that must surely happen. All that mattered now was staying alive.

Back in the main formation, the transports were beginning to collapse back into a semicircle just inside the fighter cordon. With all the high-priority targets to the rear, the enemy missiles would be forced to endure the ferocious counter-fire of the Whirlwinds and Firewinds.

As this was happening, the Whirlwinds and Firewinds began to launch their own murderous hail of missiles. Dozens of LRAAMs and dozens more small 'Wellington' anti-missile missiles which would hopefully protect the transports as best they could. The 25mm ETC guns mounted in turrets around the planes began to prepare to open fire on the enemy missiles. The Def-Cos smiled as they thought of the crossfire they would create. All thoughts of death had suddenly been driven from their minds by the sudden excitement.

All of a sudden, the enemy missiles were upon them. The fighters were first to be hit. Though they dodged, ducked and weaved, launched chaff and flare and despite the torrent of Wellington and 25mm fire from the bombers, missiles smashed into fighters which promptly exploded. The air became smattered with parachutes as those luck enough to escape were hurled from their planes and into the shrapnel-filled air.

"Losses, Lieutenant?" Asked the Major General of his orderly in the cockpit.

"Heavy, but acceptable, General," came the reply. 'Acceptable' was deemed as anywhere up to 35% of any particular group of aircraft. As the missiles aimed for the fighters impacted or were shot down, the switch-blade Hussars came out of delta-wing formation and, their wings sweeping elegantly forwards, prepared to engage the enemy at close range with gun and missile.

The killing was not over quite yet, however, for missiles were still shooting through the gaps between the bombers in the centre of the formation. Guns blazed at the missiles and dozens were shot from the sky, but not all could be saved. Three missiles smashed into a single Firewind and it yielded slowly and reluctantly. It's crew ejected and the bomber slip gracefully to the sea below as flame spewed from its wings. Another bomber was hit and destroyed and a third damaged and forced to turn around. Twenty eight of the one hundred fighters were destroyed and more were damaged.

For the transports, unarmed and defenceless, there was but one tragedy. A missile slipped through the murderous firestorm of the inside of the bomber formation and struck the cockpit, killing the pilot instantly and ripping the front from the plane. The paratroops struggled to escape, but were unable to open the jammed doors.

The AWACs planes suffered the heaviest of any group. Although many missiles aimed at them were plucked from the sky by the defence systems designed to protect the higher-priority targets first, three of the planes were skewed through the fuel, electronics or engines and were destroyed. A fourth took a hit from the steel darts, destroying the radome and slicing two operators apart.

The formation, though damaged, was still in the air, and almost three hundred missiles were streaking towards the enemy fighters with more prepared for the enemy surface radar when the distances closed to detection range.

Kahanistan

03-01-2006, 19:52

(OOC: Doomingsland, Kahanistan has a border with the Mediterranean (it's in southern Israel, NE Egypt and SW Jordan), their fleet is probably not more than two days from Italy. I even made the painful concession of breaking up my original major deployment into four smaller armadas, only the first has landed, the second is still mobilizing.)

IC:

DEMOCRATIC SOVIET REPUBLIC OF KAHANISTAN
Kahanistan Republic Navy

Commander Linovic, we will allow your forces to sail with ours. Our own massive battle armada is preparing to do battle with Doomingsland, so you might want to keep your forces in the rear.

We know little of the capabilities of their forces, but they have something of a fearsome reputation. I urge you to avoid the Doomingslandian warships if at all possible at least until we find out just what they're made of.

Signed,
Fleet Admiral Horst Gottfried,
Kahanistan Republic Navy

Praetonia

03-01-2006, 20:02

[OOC: 1) This is NS Earth, so you almost certainly dont own what you claim here.

2) You cant just land troops irrespective of all the foreign fleets around that would be trying to stop you.]

Sovietain

03-01-2006, 20:13

[OOC: 2) You cant just land troops irrespective of all the foreign fleets around that would be trying to stop you.]

[OOC: If that was directed at me, We're talking 100 men here, and my ship made a point of landing them under cover of the massive Kahanistan fleet nearby.

5 small troop transports (each smaller than a lorry) can easily land without attracting much attention when you have 800,000 real soldiers landing less than 10 miles along the coast (Sovietain soldiers are both poorly trained and equipped.).]

Doomingsland

03-01-2006, 20:25

Outskirts of ViZion City

Vorenus swaggered over to the captain, looking him over for a moment.

"'Esteemed action medal.' What's that for, failing to shit yourself during a training excersise?" he replied, smirking at the captain. Barbarian scum, he thought to himself. Perhaps he would have respected the man in a more peaceful time.

Not after this. Not after he surrendered his arms while he was still capable of bearing them. As far as Vorenus was concerned, this man was something less than human who deserved nothing but death. Yet he would follow his commander's instructions to the very word. The Questerians would live. For now...

He motioned for a Legionary to release Foster from the rest of the prisoners. The soldier drew his gladius and cut the wiring holding the captain the the rest of his men. The soldier helped Foster to his feet and nudged him forward with the butt of his rifle.

"You will follow me, Questerian." said the Centurion harshly.

The line of Legionaries parted to allow for their commander and his prisoner to pass through. Decurion Gnaeus Quintus watched his friend drag the poor Questerian out of the prisoner corral with two more Legionaries trailing them. Foster would get a good going over from Lucius, that was for sure.

In the background, Quintus noticed out of the corner of his eye that a few men had begun to lop the heads off of the enemy dead, impaling the severed heads on spikes mounted along the front of the Imperial vehicles. This would no doubt make the prisoners uneasy...

The outskirts of the city would become home to the VIII Legion's artillery and command and control. Centurion Lucius Vorenus had the duty of guarding the area.

As they walked through the Imperial lines, they could see howitzers driving into place and setting up to fire, Imperial soldiers walking around and patroling the area. Foster got more than a few glances from the legionaries, who were curious to see what a Questerian looked like.

Shit. That's what they thought Questerians looked like after seeing Foster.

Vorenus lead his prisoner into a dug in tent, saluting the man that occupied it.

"Lucius," said the man in acknowledgement.

He was obviously of higher rank, as evidenced by the crest on his helm.

"Prefect, this is the leader of those Questerians that we defeated," replied Vorenus stiffly.

Vorenus' superior looked over the man for a moment.

"Another fine example of barbarian trash, eh Lucius?" replied the man with a smile.

"It would appear so, sir,"

The prefect chuckled to himself. "Alright, get started on him. I want to know how many of them there are, where they are now, and where they are headed," he said in a more buisiness-like tone.

"Of course, sir."

The two saluted once more and the prefect strode out. Once he was gone, Lucius took the seat formerly occupied by his superior.

"Sit him down," he instructed the two Legionaries that had come with him.

They forced Foster down onto a cheap wooden stool. Lucius switched over to English, "Now, you are going to tell me everything I want to know. And you will do this because if you don't, you won't be the one suffering. For every question you answer wrong, one of your men get's killed,"

Vorenus started to smile. He always did enjoy interrogations. "How many more of you are there, Foster?"

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With the Questerian rear guard completely annihilated, Imperial forces began to reform into a formation more suitable for urban warfare. Forming a line, vehicles, the infantry mounted up once more, headed towards the city, the infantry dismounting once they were within walking distance, covering their vehicles.

With the heavy armor begining a steady advance into the city, the scout sections raced ahead to find where the remaining Questerian forces were. They couldn't have gotten too far...

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Skies over ViZion City

Decius Junius, Centurion Caelus of VIII Legion's air cover, immediately saw the incoming Praetonian missiles.

Shit, do they see us? his mind began to race.

"Switch off your goddamned RADARs!" he yelled over the radio. That had to be it.

As if robotically, the RADAR systems of the Aquilas powered down, halting any RADAR emmisions from escaping. They'd be relying on IRST systems and passive recievers to hunt the Praetonians now.

With no RADAR emmisions to look for, the Praetonian aircraft would have one hell of a time trying to find the stealthy Aquilas. Even IRST systems would be very hard pressed to try to find any infrared emmisions.

The sheer amount of enemy missiles being fired at them certainly worried, and so the fighters broke and commenced defensive maneuvering. Since they had no bombers or anything to protect, they would be able to do alot more maneuvering.

As the enemy missiles approached, their infrared seaker heads would have been able to sniff out what little IR emmissions came from the fighters. With multiple missiles tracking each fighter, each pilot would be hard pressed to come out of this undamaged.

EDARS went to work, releasing flares as nessessary. A sizable proportion of the enemy missiles were fooled, thanks to the Aquila's sheer stealthiness, the EDARS system's superb timing in the releasing of countermeasures, and the sheer maneuverability of the aircraft. However, a sizable proportion was far from all. In fact, the Aquilas' casualties were comparable to that of the Praetonians, losing twenty-three aircraft in total, almost two full squadrons.

With the missile attack partialy shaken off, the fighters began to turn around, facing the Praetonian fighters once more. A dogfight was coming...

Praetonia

03-01-2006, 20:45

"Moderate enemy losses. Twenty confirmed destroyed." Came the passive, almost disinterested voice of one of the AWACs operators. With no windows that might unnecessarily compromise the intergrity of the fuselage the man had no real indication that a battle was going on at all.

"Huzzah!" Yelled the Group Captain, to his men's joyous cheers. This would now be their time to advance, if he had read the schedule correctly. The spears had breen thrown and now it was time to advance with locked shield and sword.

"All aircraft are to increase speed to Final Velocity," ordered the Air Vice Marshall from his seat aboard a Praetonian carrier. The speed of the formation increased and they advanced along the path of the missiles to where they knew the enemy aircraft were hiding. A burning wreck was hardly stealthy and soon they would surely be in LIDAR and IR range.

All the fighters advanced to the front of the formation and prepared their missiles. Those that had not been in the Van fired their missiles. Only about one hundred this time, with the bombers saving their remaining LRAAM drums for the journey home, but with any luck it would give them the intiative required to carry a close-in battle.

The men in the Van, who had not been told of the unscheduled missile launch, let our a cheer. It had become eminently clear that there would be no other aerial battle - only this one with these elusive Aquila fighters upon which the Doomingslandi airforce had pinned their hopes. Perhaps, thought some of the men, with good reason.

Meanwhile, the one remaining AWACs plane was beginning to detect the LPI radar emissions as they moved closer, and as the data was transferred to the bombers, missiles began to spew from the bomber compartments. Now locked onto the GPS co-ordinates of the RADAR sites detected, they had a passive scanner to detect any movements and, having accelerated to mach 5, would drop three high-explosive submunitions which would be guided down onto the unshieldable enemy radar arrays and nearby missile launchers.

The eighty 'reserve' Hussars were moving up from their CAP positions to cover a Praetonian retreat, complete a victory or plug a cap. The Admiral, however, had no intention of risking his fleet's protection unless he was damned sure it was necessary and the planes hung back out of range of the enemy SAMs and fighters, just sitting and waiting.

The Hussars were facing their first real test in combat and they were facing it well. With comparable thrust vectoring capabilities to the Doomingslandi aircraft and the advantage of forward swept wings, the Group Captain and his meant hoped that once they had broken through the stealth barrier and had the enemy planes in close combat they could outfly and beat them. They certainly outnumbered them. Only time would tell.

Doomingsland

03-01-2006, 22:40

The Praetonians had just unwittingly stumbled into a Doomingslandian trap. By concentrating their fire straight ahead, they targetted only a small percentage of the remaining fighters, which had broken formation immediately after loosing their missiles

The few fighters that remained in the enemy's cone of fire would easily be destroyed due to the sheer number of enemy missiles tracking them. That was six fighters destroyed right there. Of course, that left forty-three fighters tracking the remaining seventy or so Praetonians.

These fighters where the ones that had successfully broken formation, meaning they were all over the place.

At a range of 40 kilometers, just out of visual range, the short range bays of the Aquilas snapped open, a jet of compressed air spitting out their contents: two short range air-to-air missiles. Per bay. Once a safe distance from the fighters, the engines ignited. The missiles would push mach three as they approached the Praetonian aircraft, making use of internal milimeter band RADAR and high resolution, digital infrared.

At such a close range, the Praetonians would find dodging even one missile to be brutally challenging, having mere seconds to react. Even if they succeeded in that, the missiles' maneuverability was certainly formidable, featuring 3D thrust vectoring and gas-based thrust nozzles. Of course, there was also the fact that there was 172 missiles total heading towards the Praetonians...

This was happening literally at the same time the Praetonian anti-radiation missiles began to near the Imperial RADARs. The destruction time of both the Praetonian fighters and Doomingslandian RADARs would be near simultanious, effectively ending the air battle for both parties...

Praetonia

03-01-2006, 23:02

"Missiles!" Shouted a pilot, gasping in awe at the massive number of missiles that were shooting out from the horizon.

"Evasive action! Return fire!" Shouted the Group Captain, realising immediately how desperate the situation was. Some of the planes executed their standard evasive manoeuvers and fired flares and chaff. Other just broke and fled for the safety of the bombers. Almost all of them unloaded their remaining SRAAMs.

"Good God," whispered the Major General as he saw what was happening. The transports were relatively safe behind the protective umbrella of the Firewinds, which desperately unloaded Wellingtons into the swarms of missiles that shot towards them. The bomber pilots too were beginning to realise how desperate this fight was becoming. The missiles were not aimed at the transports, but they didnt know this, and they also began unloading SRAAMs at the Aquilas.

The Group Captain thought it was a great shame they had never engaged in a real close combat action. The next second, a missile slammed into his plane's thrust vectoring nozzle. There was no time to escape. The majority of the fighters - some seventy two in total - had been destroyed in the course of the battle. Only twenty eight remained and, to cover the gap, forty CAP planes broke from their group to add to the weaked defence. They had no intention of pursuing their enemy, who would be destroyed or at least chased away by the two hundred SRAAMs and one hundred and fifty LRAAMs following them.

Sovietain

03-01-2006, 23:39

Commander Ibramic surveyed his men with dismay. Not only had they failed to find a secure area to set up an outpost, but one of the two BMPs accompanying them had become bogged down in a muddy field. Its tracks half submerged, there was little hope for it being freed within the next few hours.
Worse still, the command centre aboard the Defender had moved towards the Kahanistani fleet, leaving his forces on the beach completely without support. There had been no response to the radio signals attempting to reach the rebels, so assistance with finding safezones was lacking. The maps he did have with him were fairly inaccurate- all he could be sure of was the location of the major cities and towns.

Seizing a megaphone, he barked to the Sovietain soldiers milling around the stranded BMP. "OK everyone, listen up. We aren't going to find a decent place to set up a field camp today, so I'm ordering that we set up a makeshift encampment here, around the BMP. Infantry squads, take it in turns to patrol and guard tonight, in alphabetical order. The rest of you, pitch tents and set up machineguns. Armour crews, stay near your vehicles."

"Inform the men on the beach that they are to move 2 miles inland, and set up a secure camp for the night. Also, keep alert for contact from friendly forces. Inform me immediately if you find any." he said, turning to the radio operator.
The attack wasn't going well, and there hadn't yet been any sightings of the enemy. He'd just have to hope his outposts weren't picked up by hostile forces overnight.

imported_ViZion

04-01-2006, 00:20

OOC: Holy moley! So many big-ass posts! Can someone give me an update? Thanks!

And to all the OOC arguments.. please take them to the OOC Thread I created, link is in original post...

Xirnium

04-01-2006, 02:20

International Ecclesiastical Edict
To: The International Community
From: His Most Worthy High Ecclesiarchy of the Eternal Republic of Holy Xirnium

It is with much sadness that the High Ecclesiarchy has watched the steady but relentless descent into lawlessness which has occurred in ViZion over the past couple of days. Any wishes to remain neutral in this internal conflict of a sovereign nation have now been dashed by the cowardly attempt at a nuclear attack by Executive ViZionarian forces on our Adamantine ally, Velkya. Such a belligerent action demands immediate military assistance from the High Ecclesiarchy. Our treaty obligations now force our hand.

Pursuant to Article III of the Adamantine Alliance, the High Ecclesiarchy declares that a state of war exists between the Vizionarian Executive and Holy Xirnium. The High Ecclesiarchy will use whatever means necessary to bring this conflict to a successful termination. We pledge our full and unwavering military support to the ViZionarian Legislature and all those who would assist it against such a blatantly illegal attempt to dismantle the rule of law and doctrine of responsible government in ViZion.

[Signed]
Her Eminence the High Lady Dr Heather Gilda
Grand Cardinal and Foreign Minister of the Patriarchate of the High Ecclesiarchy

A mighty war fleet, led by the renown naval commander, Lady Admiral Elizabeth Patritsia, currently situated in the North Atlantic, sets course for the Pillars of Hercules at ahead full.

His Most Worthy 4th Crusader High Seas Fleet

H44-class Battleships – Xirnium Refit (12)
• HMW Indomitable II (flagship)
• HMW Glorious Might
• HMW Inflexible
• HMW Grand Sacrifice
• HMW Noble Courage
• HMW His Beneficence
• HMW Holy Knight
• HMW Golden Sepulchre
• HMW Indefatigable
• HMW Invincible
• HMW His Wisdom
• HMW Martyr for the Faith

Yamato-class Battleships – Xirnium Refit (16)

Iowa-class Battleships – Xirnium Refit (14)

CVN-21-class Aircraft Carriers (12)
(over 80 aircraft each - Dassault Rafale M, SEPECAT Jaguar M, JSF F-35C)

Charles De Gaulle-class Aircraft carriers (8)
(Over 40 aircraft each - Dassault Rafale M, SEPECAT Jaguar M, JSF F-35C)

Invincible-class Aircraft carriers – Xirnium Refit (14)
(JSF F-35C Naval Aircraft)

Project 1144.2 Kirov-class Cruisers – Xirnium Refit (16)

Type 45 destroyers (48)

La Fayette class frigates (44)

Type 23 frigates (12)

Akula-II 'Vepr' Submarines (22)

Typhoon-class Ballistic Missile submarines (8)

Freedom-class littoral combat ship (24)

Whyatica

04-01-2006, 02:25

imported_ViZion

04-01-2006, 02:57

Presidential-Held Area, ViZion City
A Panther Squadron member, known simply as C, drove down a ViZion City street in a rental car. He had no idea that the area he was in had recently been taken over by the President's men..

A small patrol marched down the street..Around 40 soldiers, and two light tanks. The street was one-way, and he could not turn around and gun it, for he would most likely raise the suspicions of the ViZionarian patrol.

He drove up until a soldier commanded him to halt, and he got out of his car with his hands in the air, and asked "Is there a problem, sirs?"
"Sir, get out of the car. Keep your hands where we can see them at all times." said one of the Presidential Forces patrolmen. PF Patrolmen surrounded the car, their guns trained on the man.

The man known simply as "C" complied, getting out of the car with his hands in plain site. "Sir," C said, "what is going on here?"

The PF Patrolmen looked around at eachother, somewhat suprised. "Get down on the ground!" the man said, and he complied.

"What is going on here?" he asked. "Don't act fucking stupid!" the patrolman yelled, kicking him in the stomach as he was getting down. A couple other PF Patrolmen joined in on the kicking while others began searching the car.

They stopped about half a minute later as the PF Patrolmen tossed the head Patrolman a briefcase. "What's in here, huh?" he demanded, but before C could respond, the patrolman smashed the briefcase into his face. "Shut up, don't speak to me unless I tell you to!" he yelled at the man.

He then opened up the briefcase as another patrolman went through another bag. Hmmmmmm he said aloud. "How to make bombs? Tanks? War strategies? And look here... a passport... from.. Why... Whyatica... whereever the fuck that's from." he said, though not real loud. "Boys, take him in. We've got a Congressional on our hands..." he said, spitting on the mans face and giving one more kick, this time to the groin.

OOC: Whyatica told me to RP the incident and what he wanted to happen, etc... so don't worry, no godmodding here...

Tyrandis

04-01-2006, 03:13

OOC: Note: Everything pertaining to the black-box tampering and corporate conspiracy is SIC.

IC:

0415 hrs LIMA
International Airspace

The U-2 spy plane deployed for the Tyrandisan observation mission was a wreck of an airframe. According to its maintenance logs, the last time any mechanic worked on the thing was in the early 1990s, even before the Tyrandisan capitalist revolution took place. This decrepit piece of shit reflected the negligence heaped upon it in such generous quantities like a polished mirror; its steel ribs were falling apart, the ferrite-based RADAR absorbent paint applied to it had long since been rendered useless by rust, and even the titanium strip skids on the wing bottoms were no longer there, as they had been salvaged for materials in the construction of far more advanced aircraft. Even the Imperial Eagle seal that decorated its tail had faded away, a poignant statement of the Dragon Lady's mechanical rot. As it glided along gently at 72,000 feet, the pre-determined flight path took the decayed carcass near a section of airspace under the control of pro-Congressional forces.

Because the ViZion crisis was a relatively minor issue to the Militant Imperium, notable only for the sheer number of countries involved, the task of monitoring the situation was delegated to Tyrandis Precision Machine Import/Export Corporation volunteers. Daily reports from these pilots would be given to a Department of Foreign Affairs subgroup responsible for recommendations for the matter. Unfortunately, this relatively efficient system would soon break down, and drag Tyrandis into the vortex of war.

Aijou Kai, a less-than-honorably discharged 1st Lieutenant from the Tyrandisan Imperial Air Force, was the pilot of the aforementioned U-2 spy plane. He was hired by the executives of TPMI/EC for one reason: to die. It wasn't much of a sacrifice; no one would hire a man who fled from the battlefield, and the constantly unemployed were deported from the country. At least with this method, he'd make a few hundred thousand dollars posthumously for his estranged wife and children. Next to him was the corpse of a man who had died in a recent house fire, where a photographer usually sat. The body was carefully prepared, so as to make his cause of death almost indistinguishable.

As Kai gently pushed the old jet along the wild, blue skies, he reflected on the course of events that brought him to this sad state of affairs. TPMI/EC had been offered a gigantic bounty by the Doomingslandi and MassPwnagian regimes to lobby on behalf of the pro-Villain faction in the Tyrandisan government. The leaders of the company one-upped the two; they proposed a vast conspiracy to drive a Tyrandisan intervention on behalf of the pro-Villainites. After the details were hammered out in a series of secret discussions, the plan was set, and launched accordingly. Corporate shenangans would thus send the Militant Imperium tumbling across the abyss into the conflict.

The U-2 was fitted with no communications equipment at all, only an IFF transponder that broadcast a neutral aircraft signal over global frequencies. This was done to ensure that no one would interfere with the carefully choreographed sequence to be executed.

1st Lieutenant Kai drove his plane along gently, then pressed a red button on his dashboard panel, which began playing back a lie which would grace television and radio stations across Tyrandis in weeks to come:

CPT Okutebio Makku: This is Victor India-1-2, waypoint Delta in grid six-six-zero-mike-two has been cleared. Area appears to be site of Doomingslandi-Questarian skirmish. Currently moving towards Echo on a bearing of two-seven-zero. Will RTB pending completion of assignment.

So Beda, how's about a beer at the canteen once we get back home? I'll be buying.

1LT Edowin Beda: Sorry Captain, my wife wants me to stop drinking. Besides, we've still got a ways to go. Just keep flying.

Makku: Man, you're way too uptight. You gotta learn to relax!

Beda: Yeah, yeah.

Kai twisted his stick forward, towards the designated point where he would die, along with the phantom characters invented for the express purpose of this mission.

Makku: This is Victor India-1-2, we have arrived at waypoint Echo in grid six-six-one-mike-one, currently bearing two-five-five.

Well Beda, once we're done here, we can get back to base. I for one want out of this god-forsaken shithole completely. What does Tyrandis care anyways if some countries want to beat each other to death over a tinpot dictator and a bunch of corrupt bureaucrats?

Beda: ...

Makku: Beda? What's going on?

Beda: Sir, I'm getting heavy activity in a civilian area. It appears that forces of unknown origin are actively engaging noncombatants.

Makku: What the hell? This region is under the control of Congressional forces, not the Villainites.

Beda: Bring me around, we'll need to get more pictures.

Makku: Roger that, I'll get the word out on the radio.

This is Victor India-1-2. Currently appears to be activity in grid six-six-one-mike-one. Will begin attempting to take more photographs of the region.

The former 1st Lieutenant banked across gently, knowing that these were his last moments. A TSF-620A Xeon fighter, launched from a MassPwnage submarine carrier, approached his aircraft from behind at Mach 2. It was painted in the Velkyan gray scheme, a fortunate coincidence that served to improve the deception's authencity. This sleight of hand would also implicate the Velkyans in a cover-up, orchestrated by Congressional forces to hide their manufactured atrocities against the pro-Villain citizenry. Kai pressed another button as the fighter passed into a pre-determined distance, and drove his Dragon Lady towards the open sea.

Makku: I've got a bogey on RADAR, ISAR analysis states target is a Tango Sierra Foxtrot six two zero! Why the hell is a TIAF aircraft in the area?

Beda: We exported a few thousand to the Velkyans! They're sending em up to bring us down!

Makku: This is Victor India-1-2, we are being pursued by what appears to be a Xeon air superiority fighter exported to the Allied Union of Velkya.

Beda: Blue tails! It's got a fucking blue tail! It's gotta be a Velkyan fighter!

Makku: Evasive manuevers, now!

Kai suddenly lurched his old U-2 to the left as a short-range heatseeking missile left the trapeze launch rail of the Xeon, its seeker soullessly homing in on the condemned pilot. What happened next, at least in Kai's opinion, was a massive earthquake that felt as though an angry pagan god was shaking him apart. His decrepit U-2 was trailing fire, and it took inhuman effort to push the red button on his instrument panel one more time.

Makku: This is Victor India-1-2, we've been fired on! Total engine and airframe failure, will attempt to eject.

Beda: It's no good! The cockpit blast charges aren't igniting!

Makku: Oh fu-

Before he finally expired, the disgraced Lieutenant drove his rotten and flaming U-2 into the calm waters of the Mediterranean Sea. Nearby a MassPwnagian surface group waited, and moved in to collect the wrecked hulk. DNA analysis of the remains would be greased with the dollars of TPMI/EC executives, as well as fictional records created for Captain Okutebio Makku and 1st Lieutenant Edowin Beda. The dark cloud of war was on the horizon, and blood would be shed in search of the almighty dollar in the days to come...

Whyatica

04-01-2006, 03:14

"Sir, get out of the car. Keep your hands where we can see them at all times." said one of the Presidential Forces patrolmen. PF Patrolmen surrounded the car, their guns trained on the man.

The man known simply as "C" complied, getting out of the car with his hands in plain site. "Sir," C said, "what is going on here?"

The PF Patrolmen looked around at eachother, somewhat suprised. "Get down on the ground!" the man said, and he complied.

"What is going on here?" he asked. "Don't act fucking stupid!" the patrolman yelled, kicking him in the stomach as he was getting down. A couple other PF Patrolmen joined in on the kicking while others began searching the car.

They stopped about half a minute later as the PF Patrolmen tossed the head Patrolman a briefcase. "What's in here, huh?" he demanded, but before C could respond, the patrolman smashed the briefcase into his face. "Shut up, don't speak to me unless I tell you to!" he yelled at the man.

He then opened up the briefcase as another patrolman went through another bag. Hmmmmmm he said aloud. "How to make bombs? Tanks? War strategies? And look here... a passport... from.. Why... Whyatica... whereever the fuck that's from." he said, though not real loud. "Boys, take him in. We've got a Congressional on our hands..." he said, spitting on the mans face and giving one more kick, this time to the groin.

OOC: Whyatica told me to RP the incident and what he wanted to happen, etc... so don't worry, no godmodding here...

[OOC: Indeed.]
The man known as "C" got into the car without a word, although if he could speak it would be in a very high-pitched tone. He was a strong man, but even the strongest of men cannot withstand a kick to the groin.

He was thinking about what he would say, as he was sure to be interrogated. He had his cover story, but that had essentially been blown with the discovery of the briefcase.

They would probably torture him, and if tortured, he would most likely divulge his orders and who ordered him. All Panther Squadron members had a small transmitter in their back pocket in case of an emergency..This transmitter let the other soldiers know that his position was compromised, and that they should not attempt a rescue mission.

He pressed the button with his handcuffed hands, and continued to think about what he would say..

Velkya

04-01-2006, 03:35

ViZion Airspace, 3:12 AM

Those Doomingslandi SAM crews must have felt ecstatic as they watched their countless missiles streak towards the "defenseless" transports.

That feeling would disappear as quickly as it came.

Having plenty of time to prepare for the arrival of the enemy missiles, at about 2 miles out from the oncoming planes, a massive display of defensive fire erupted from the formation of transports, as the behemoths opened fire with their 30mm point defense guns, spewing literally millions of rounds it the incoming missiles, as various countermeasure systems onboard activated, sending the incoming horde into mass confusion. Of course, confused targets are easy targets, and the fragmentation rounds tore through the mass of missiles. A pilot of an AWACs aircraft, which was loitering above the main formation along with a Valkyrie escort, witnessed the inferno below.

There were many hundreds of explosions under the main body, as the literal wall of flak carpeted the offending missiles. Still, here and there, a missile would strike its target dead on, knocking it from the skies forever. The pilot watched one unlucky plane get hit twice, in both wings, as it fell like a stone from the heavens. Not a single chute appeared. He said a silent prayer for the soldiers inside, as he continued to fly onward with the group. He and his eleven other wing mates in AWACs aircraft were safe, as they had the top side guns of the transports to protect them. Even with the barrage of CICW fire to protect them, nearly half the deployed transports met their doom. Some actually managed to deploy their drop pods before succumbing, as the pods swiftly fired their retro rockets, slowing their descent as they deployed their chute system. About 1,000 troops managed to get on the ground in this manner, littered all around ViZion City.

Adriatic Sea, 3:16 AM

As the air battle over the capital raged, a lone Archer III missile submarine lurked underwater, thousands of miles from the bloodshed and flames of war. Its missile tubes opened, exposing the tips of 10 massive sub-munitions carrying missiles, codenamed Steel Rain Mk. II. As information from the engaged air forces of the Velkyans and Praetorians arrived about enemy SAM launcher sites on the ground, the targeting computer placed that information on a map of known allied troop locations to ensure minimal, if any, allied troop losses. Automatically choosing areas in which the opposition SAM batteries would be most plentiful, the GPS data was fed into the missiles own targeting systems.

A weapons officer yelled to the captain, "Ready to fire on your command, Cap'n!".l The lean, tall commander looked over the map to ensure the missiles would not hit friendly forces in the area. He then spoke up, with a Courtainian accent. "Open fire, ensign, let none of those demons live to see the sunrise." The officer press a few buttons on his control panel, then reached over to a lever and pulled it.

"Burn in the hellfire."

The missiles erupted out of their launch tubes, punching right through the surface of the water, as they screamed into the atmosphere in unison. Their SCRAM jets activated, sending them a slightly descending course towards their targets in ViZion. In a few minutes, it would be all over for the enemy.

OOC: These edited missiles are simply large missiles that use an onboard scanner and computer to find and located IR signals of running machines in a given area, and assign targets to the 100 un-powered (but guided) internal sub munitions, allowing effective engagement of armored columns and supply lines. The disadvantage is that it may hit friendly forces in the area as well, which is why care was taken in choosing target zones.

imported_ViZion

04-01-2006, 03:43

One block southwest of Congress Hall
The tanks began to fire, tearing away at the walls of the Congressional Hall. Ten shots in all, then nothing. The men waiting, expecting to hear screaming or gunshots. Anything. But nothing, not a sound, except for parts of the building crumbling.

"Move in." ordered the Commander on Field.

With that, the tanks began to rumble forward, while 800 of the Presidential Forces troops began charging forward, expecting resistance. Except they charged all the way in without a single piece of resistance, nor a single stain of blood.

The tanks stopped at the down-destroyed gate. In the mean time, the men scoured the building. After an hour, they did not find anyone, dead or alive.

"Sir, they've..." started Commander Minor of Battle
"Yes, I can see they've left. Cowards! Damnit, find out where they've gone." ordered the Commander on Field.
"Yes, sir!" Commander Minor of Battle concurred.

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Congressional Forces Headquarters
Some of the Congressmen stood by the televisions throughout the buildings, watching the VNB broadcast of the overtaking of Congress Hall. They knew they could have been in there, but they also knew they were not, and that they could not afford to dwell on such facts.

The Congressional Forces Headquarters was still in CF territory, but with the rapid advancement of the Presidential Forces, it would not be long - an hour or two at the most - before this area began PF territory.

However, with the Congressional Forces Headquarter now setup, they were able to begin organizing resistance forces in the city. There were still more Polls in CF territory not yet opened and used. There were also weapons stores all throughout ViZion City, and in the latest census, they found that nearly 85% of ViZionarians had at least one gun.

Some ex-ViZionarian Armed Forces soldiers, as well as General Asherman, who had been meeting with Congress when the military takeover began, were helping to organize the resistance. They could not allow the northern part of the city to be overrun. If it was, the largest city in ViZion, not to mention the political capital of ViZion, would be under Presidential Forces control.

The resistance began digging in. They used everything they could to build a wall. They brought down lamp posts, pushed or drove vehicles, grabbed things from stories. Everything that could be moved was used. However, it would take some time, and they did not have the time.

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ViZion News Broadcast Outpost
VNB continued broadcasting the pictures from inside ViZion City. Among them were reports and images of the destruction of Congress Hall. The building was ready to collapse it looked like, however at the end, it could be seen that something was wrong on the Presidential Forces side - they did not celebrate.

They filmed and sent out reports showing the urban fighting, as well as the organization of resistance, setting up the walls.

Inside Presidential Forces territory, they hid in the rubble and buildings, anywhere they could hide, filming the chaos that was. They were hunting down people in these buildings, those trying to run through the streets. Those that did not swear alegance to the Presidential Forces were promptly shot, beaten, or taken away. They tortured many in the streets, and rapped some of the woman. They patrolled the streets and burned buildings down. They essentially did everything they could to destroy anything that was a sign of Congressional Forces or the old government.

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UVVC Campus
The fighting was now just outside the campus walls. They were at the border of Congressional Forces and Presidential Forces territory met, and where resistance was not yet organized very well. The resistance was not dug in or orderly. They simply shot and ran.

The UVVC resistance began firing over the walls. Their armored vehicles were ready, and they were suited up with bullet-resistant armor and clothing. They were armed with weapons of all sorts and sizes. Roughly 5,000 of the UVVC resistance members armed the walls, defending the campus. The gate at the rear of the campus was opened as they began moving out of the campus and into what was still Congressional Forces territory. They had to made a stand now or they would simply be overrun.

Inside what they dubbed the UVVC Resistance Headquarter Building, they began firing away encrypted messages for aid, hoping to get the attention of any nearby friendly forces that would help stop the progress of the Presidential Forces.

Tanks began to fire upon the campus, and in return, bombs were thrown or launched over the wall into the Presidential Forces. The UVVC resistance had three things going for them: Their fiery, their cunningness, and their numbers.

OOC: Sorry I'm not more descriptive, had to hurry up last part of the post due to dinner!

Velkya

04-01-2006, 04:13

Top of UVVC, 3:19 AM

The headsets of the sqaud blared with the message that had come from inside the HQ, as the sqaud leader, Captain Heman Marsh, patched an encrypted signal the the leaders of the resistence inside the campus.

This is Halo Force Sqaud Delta 02, we are currently holding on the roof of the UVVC gymnasium, requesting orders, over.

OOC: Tyrandis, all my aircraft are colored air superiority gray, not gaudy blue. Yuck.

Tyrandis

04-01-2006, 04:17

OOC: Tyrandis, all my aircraft are colored air superiority gray, not gaudy blue. Yuck.

OOC: Whoops, I thought the whole thing was blue, not just the tail markings. Edited.

Velkya

04-01-2006, 04:17

OOC: No can do. No editing IC posts to new OOC information. Your intel boys made a pretty bad fuck-up, leave it at that.

Tyrandis

04-01-2006, 04:21

OOC: No can do. No editing IC posts to new OOC information. Your intel boys made a pretty bad fuck-up, leave it at that.

OOC:
The grey fighters, lead by a bluish-grey ISF-4,

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=456045&page=4

I was basing the color off that post.

Velkya

04-01-2006, 04:28

OOC: Ah, notice that's a single sqaudron leader that's currently deployed in Comatica. What in God's name would the leader from that sqaudron be doing out here, alone, far away from any base would be a tough nut to crack, in addition to other even harder nuts that I won't mention.

Prevostiana

04-01-2006, 05:45

STEPHENSON -- An uprise has taken place in the Prevostian Empire's Dominion of Pavlow. It seems that Pavlowians have taken advantage of the situation when military power in the homeland is the weakest. Causing mass riots in all major Pavlowian cities. They're reports of dozens injured and at least five dead.

On Thursday the Prime Minister made a speech on all Prevostian networks, he said the following...

"We've been fighting a dictator in a country far away from our own. But among us we have a dictator. Petro Simonenko of Pavlow has done away with democracy right under our noses, and we didn't see it. He's ignited a sovereignty movement that threatens everything we've worked for. It response to this new threat, we're pulling all troops out of ViZion. This conflict has only brought our own problems to light, and we must solve them before its too late. This doesn't mean we're leaving ViZion for good, when this is all over we will go back. But I do hope when this is all over we won't need to go back."

Early this morning the Prevostian and NSP fleet started heading back towards ports in the homeland. The PDSA will keep pro-forming supply drops for the resistance forces at the UVVC campus in the coming weeks. As for Pavlow, its sure it'll become a large topic at the upcoming Prevostian Empire Conference of The Nations.

Doomingsland

05-01-2006, 00:29

OOC:I'm not responding to Velkya's post until certain OOC issues are addressed...

IC:

Skies over ViZion City

There was no time for rejoicing over the victory for the Imperial pilots, who had hundreds of missiles headed their way. The men caught within the Hussars' more limited cone of fire stood little chance of survival. However, that wasn't as many, due to the Praetonian's limited time to react to the missile attack.

Short range missiles arched through the skies, swarming the fighters caught up by the Hussars, ripping them to pieces with little difficulty. The surviving twenty or so fighters now had to deal with incoming long range missiles. All hope seemed loss for the survivers of ACID's ViZion City Defense Force.

The pilots, thinking quickly, pushed their throttles up, supercruising to mach two point five. The sudden increase of infrared activity would no doubt catch the attention of the enemy LRAAMs, causing the swarm of missiles to decend upon the hapless Doomingslanders.

However, they had a dirty little trick up their sleaves. Using a seemingly macabre tactic, the fighters waited for the enemy missiles to get close, sticking close to the flaming weackage of their fallen comrades which still fell from the sky. Needing to get the timing just right, the pilots cut their engines as they passed next to the wreackage, releasing a swarm of flares.

The sheer number of infrared signatures and new RADAR signatures would most likely confuse the enemy missiles to a high degree. Of course, the fact that there were well over one hundred missiles targetting a little under twenty aircraft meant that at least some of them were bound to hit their targets. Some of the missiles hitting meant alot of casualties for the surviving Aquilas.

Of the eighteen or so fighters being targetted, only two survived the barrage, their pilots surviving from what seemed to be a fluke.

Finding the situation pretty much pointless, the pair of fighters that remained was ordered to RTB. However, Zypher AFB was under attack. As a result, they were rerouted to Caesar AFB, currently occupied by another Aquila squadron and the III Mobile Infantry.

Cautiously, the two aircraft slipped into oblivion, heading towards their new homes...

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Artillery Section, VIII Legion, Outskirts of ViZion City

The well-concealed DM-47 Hellrain MLRS systems and DM-48 self-propeled 152mm howitzers had their engines switched off, cooling systems keeping what little infrared signature produced by their electronics to negligable levels. Word of sporadic fighting within the city itself spread throughout the ranks, making the men anxious to get some rounds down range.

When word of fighting around the UVVS campus reached the ears of the commanders, it was immediately decided that the fate of the battle couldn't be left to the Presidential Forces alone. They found those men to be ruthless, but at inappropriate times. One does not take the time and resources to commit attrocities in the middle of a battle when one could be commiting those time and resources to killing one's armed enemies.

Word came down from HQ that the campus was to be purged of heathen activity.

Joyfully, the men operating the DM-48 howitzers hit the correct buttons on their touch-screen control systems, prompting the autoloaders to stuff a Sarin-laced 152mm shell into each of the guns. Finally, the word was given.

Fire spouted from the long barrels of the howitzers, illuminating their positions for a split second. That split second would most likely be enough to get the attention of enemy forces. Of course, several rounds would be fired from each of the guns in the space of ten seconds, ensuring the campus would get a good dosing of the deadly gas.

With haste, a smoke screen over the artillery section was put up, using tiny particles rather than conventional smoke. This would conceal the movement of the artillery from LIDAR, LADAR, RADAR, and infrared, all of the key detection systems found on any satelite or aircraft. With that screen up, the self-propeled howitzers pulled away from their current positions, taking up new positions within the city itself as the entire legion continued its advance.

With eighty or so of the guns pouring three shells each into the campus, the entire plot of land would have been contaminated several times over. Sarin, a gas developed many, many decades before, was a most brutal weapon, entering from the skin as well as the lungs, causing the victim immense pain before his death, soon after being infected.

Kahanistan

05-01-2006, 06:12

The Kahanistan fleet waited about forty kilometers off the coast of southern ViZion, watching as their landing craft moved to deploy hundreds of thousands of Republic Guards to the shore.

Two hundred warships and four hundred transports waited for the expected opposition. It was not a good idea not to take note of such massive troop movements.

Fleet Admiral Horst Gottfried, the commander of the first wave of Kahanistan troops, was bored. He was also scared, had the enemy really NOT detected the mobilizations, deployments, and arrivals? Were they just trying to lure him into a false sense of security?

He decided to end all doubt. Scanning on his radar for enemy positions, he opened a channel to the Doomingsland fleet.

"This is Fleet Admiral Horst Gottfried of the Kahanistan Republic Navy. You are engaged in attacks on allies of the Democratic Soviet Republic of Kahanistan. For your arrogance, two army groups of Republic Guards are being deployed to ViZion, as well as the largest fleet in Kahanistan's history."

"You and your fleet will surrender to Kahanistan, and we will spare you the wrath of our war armada. Do not surrender, and your entire navy goes to the bottom of the sea, and may the great Davy Jones have mercy on your souls, for your master Satan will never see them."

As if to prove his point, he showed satellite imagery of three huge naval bases off the Kahanistan coast, with hundreds of warships ready to deploy, and the massive warfleet off the coast of ViZion. These warships ranged in size from Arleigh Burke-class destroyers to Nimitz-class carriers and Montana-class battleships.

Whyatica

05-01-2006, 18:01

Space Command, Fort Nassei, Whyatica

"Commander, you might want to look at this.."

The commander walked over to the engineer's terminal, and it was a satellite video of the embattled ViZion City. They were watching the battle of the University of ViZion City, and he saw a sickly yellow gas floating over the campus.

"That must be Sarin..Damn the President!" the Commander said.

"I'm going to report this to Minister Afnan..Maybe we can send in some troops to exterminate the bastards who used Sarin on civilians."

Office of Minister Aziz Afnan

"Minister, we have seen these pictures over our satellite network," the Commander showed Minister Aziz Afnan the pictures of the Sarin attack on the University.

"Bastards...Who did this? I can think of a couple nations offhand.." The Minister was immediately thinking of Doomingsland, or maybe President Villian's forces themselves were gassing civilians.

"Minister, I think we should deploy troops..Send some NBC gear as well."

"Commander, It is a given for the NBC gear. Troop deployment, however, is left up to the Sultan, and we know how well that'll go.."

Minister Afnan left his office, and commanded his driver to head to the office of the Sultan in the Capital city. He was going to make a case for sending over a million soldiers, plus the majority of the Fleet to ViZion..

Praetonia

05-01-2006, 23:48

"We were originally planning to deploy the gliders here," said the Airborne Deployment Co-ordinator to Major General Sir Gaius Tarrius, pointing to the marked drop zones on the map "but recent information has changed that. Congress is no longer here. We believe they are still alive - there is no reason for the ViZionian Villian media not to report them being so if they are not - but they are no longer in Congress. ViZionian troops are moving up with tanks. We can't land here."

The General nodded in agreement. The situation was changing, but his units were flexible and they could change their drop zones. It was always known that they had little time and only limited hopes for success. "So where would you suggest we land? The Doomingslandis are moving into the city here," he pointed at the position of the IR signals, smoke and general destruction that marked their advance.

The other man nodded. "Obviously we cant go near them or the ViZionians, but this area here does not appear to contain any of their troops," he pointed at what the ViZionians would called the "Congressional Territory", "Plenty of intact buildings that we can set up in, and if Congress is still alive and in the city, which I believe they are, then they will almost certainly be here." The General nodded. It made sense.

"And the bombing run? That will go ahead as planned?"

"Yes, sir. It will not be as devastating as we had hoped for against the ViZionians, but it should destroy a great deal of their vehicles, kill a lot of their infantry and generally destroy buildings and slow them down a lot. The only real problem we have is their artillery." The General nodded, glumly. Artillery was always going to be a problem for airborne forces.

"We have our mortars," he said as much to himself as to anyone else, "and we also have support from the submarines. They are still there, arent they?" He asked his orderly.

"Yes, sir. We also have a counterbattery shell position triangulation kit in one of the gliders, so we can feed them co-ordinates if they start shelling us." The General nodded again.

Not long later, the gliders detached from their planes and slowly decended towards the city. The transport planes kept going and, once they got over their designated drop zones well away from the enemy forces, paratroops began to jump out into the city below. Crates were also thrown out, attached the parachutes with GPS radio transmitters that would allow troops within half a kilometre of them to locate their positions.

The gliders, at the same time, began their final descents. Gudied, like the planes dropping the parachutists, by GPS crosslinked with immediate information on windspeed and direction and the thermal composition of the air, the planes carrying only troops headed for the rooves of buildings. They smashed unceremoniously to a halt as their skids fought brutally with the rooves of the buildings for purchase. Those planes carrying heavier equipment like mortars headed for the wider streets, their wings snapping off as they went and the cigar-shaped fuselages slip to a halt.

At the same time, the two sole conventional Whirlwind bombers which had not taken part in the aerial battle headed towards the Doomingslandi troops in the city. The ViZionians were the original intended target, but their threat was considered minor compared to that of the armoured column in the hands of a much more well-known foe. As the bombers flew over the enemy positions, hundreds of 500kg guided bombs began to drop out of the planes onto the forces below. Easily enough to destroy a tank with a direct hit, those bombs that missed would smash into buildings and block the roadways, as well as kill hearby infantry and flip over lighter vehicles.

Macisikan

06-01-2006, 03:48

Secretariat of State for Imperial Security, Top Secret Report to the Deputy Minister for External Affairs

Satellite imagery indicates the deployment of Sarin gas upon what is believed to be a civilian target by force or forces currently unknown. Preliminary intelligence indicates that such forces are aligned with the President...
[...]
... at this time. We cannot predict Parliamentary reaction...

Directive SEA-8394
From: DepMinExAff
To: SecSIS
Classify all Intelligence reports pertaining to ViZion at once.
And try to prevent them from reaching the Benignity.

Aveliot

06-01-2006, 04:36

OOC: For those of you who haven't taken a look in the OOC thread for a little bit, I (this is ViZion - this is my new nation that I'm gonna be raising after this war ends) won't be RPing much except on the weekends for a little while as I get settled into my new classes...

MassPwnage

06-01-2006, 05:27

Port of Mogadishu: 4 A.M

"MOVE! GET EVERYTHING READY! I WANT EVERYTHING READY TO GO WITHIN A HOUR!" A red-faced officer was bellowing orders to nearby seamen and workers, who were rushing about frantically, moving everything from ammunition to food into the literally thousands of ships anchored in Mogadishu. The officer looked exhausted, and he was. The 2nd Pwnage Fleet Group was getting ready to move through the Suez Canal in order to intervene in ViZion. After all, the Pwnage 8th fleet had no airborne support or marine landing capabilty and was soon about to be outnumbered by the incoming Praetonian Grand Fleet and possibly the Sarzonian navy, although Sarzonian forces had been conspicuously absent so far.

Of course, the 2nd fleet group would have to move through the Suez Canal. That's where things would get a little bit sticky. Kahanistan was way too close to the Suez for comfort. They would have to go. At 6 A.M, the 2nd Fleet Group set off from port. After rounding the Horn of Africa and traveling into the Red Sea for several hundred kilometers, the fleet ground to a dead halt.

"Ready VLS tubes...." came the command over the fleet comm link.
A group of several dozen arsenal ships and guided missile subs that had been trailing the fleet readied their weapons for fire. There was a moment of silence.

"Fire at will."

Thousands upon thousands of missiles began to pour from the VLS tubes of the arsenal ships and the submarines. Meanwhile, some of the railgun armed ships in the Pwnage fleet began firing solid slugs with an energy overcharge. Some of the missiles were HARMs, they would sea skim, flying slowly before getting close, and then climbing upwards and activating a SCRAMJET. They would then burst over their targets, their 1200 kilogram warheads scattering enough thermite submunitions to blanket a square kilometer with flames. Others were FASCAM cruise missiles, designed to scatter AT mines over major roadways and block them off, especially the roads leading into the country. But the majority of the missiles were firebomb munitions, filled with cluster incendiary munitions and designed to set buildings and gas lines on fire, these would fly over Kahanistan's crowded cities and burst in the air, scattering their payloads far and wide.

In the meantime, the railgun slugs would be lofted into low earth orbit before slamming down on their intended targets, the desalination plants that supplied Kahanistan with water. The slugs, especially the 8 and 12 inch ones that weighed 300 to 500 kilograms each would hit with an enormous amount of force, ripping apart anything they impacted. When they ran out of desalination plants to destroy, they would start firing upon areas where civilians would build bomb shelters and the like, in order to destroy them and make sure that civilians could not find a place for food or shelter.

Now, the ten superdreadnaughts and the 100 batteships in the 2nd Fleet Group began firing bunker busting HE-AP shells into locations where Pwnage intelligence thought that the Kahanistan military was hiding command bunkers and nuclear installations. Even if they missed, the HE-AP would cut underground power lines, rip apart roads and water pipes and generally make life miserable for the Kahanistani people.

The carriers in the fleet group began to ready their airplanes and the rest of the ships in the fleet that weren't occupied with blowing Kahanistan up were preparing to fire upon any reserve Kahanistani fleet units that were in the portions of the Red Sea bordering the Negev.....

5 minutes later, the Pwnage government sent a message to the Kahanistani Government:

"Just a friendly warning. Get the fuck out of our way you sniveling bitches."-The Great Leader Li.

Kahanistan

06-01-2006, 05:37

The MassPwnage forces apparently had not detected the bulk of Kahanistan's navy, which was preparing to deploy to ViZion. They were intercepted by seventy Arleigh Burke-class AEGIS destroyers and thirty Ticonderoga-class AEGIS cruisers. The AEGIS systems fired Arrow and Patriot missiles to intercept those of MassPwnage.

Yet, some of the missiles did strike the water treatment facilities and the newly reconstructed city of Al-Bahr, the first line of defense against an invasion. The facility had after the Freekish invasion been surrounded by anti-missile systems and encased in tantalum armor, to withstand up to a small tactical nuke, but was now functioning at only 70% of capacity. The cities, built for war, had stockpiles of fresh water to last them over a year, previously only Najaster had been so fortified.

About 60,000 Kahanistan civilians were killed, and over a million injured, far fewer than what would have happened if the attack had been six months earlier. Civil defense sprung into action, having experience in the Ottoman and Freekish wars. They were able to triage the wounded and transport them to hospitals throughout the nation, in case of a missile attack on the local ones.

A fleet of 500 Kahanistan MiG-35's took off from their bases in eastern Kahanistan, preparing to engage the Pwnage fleet. They were escorting 100 B-52 Stratofortresses, BUFF's or Big Ugly Flying Fortresses. They were to bomb the Pwnage destroyers and carriers first, having targeted Freekish SD's in the last war with disastrous consequences.

Kahanistan set its nuclear alert to DEFCON-RED and the missile silos activated.

DEMOCRATIC SOVIET REPUBLIC OF KAHANISTAN
Ministry of Foreign Affairs

The Government of Kahanistan condemns the deployment of chemical weapons against a civilian facility. We offer our condolences to the friends and families of those killed or injured, and three of the Chemical Weapons Brigades currently storming the beach at southern ViZion will be diverted to the UVVS campus to treat whatever survivors there may be, as well as anyone in the surrounding city that may have been harmed.

We further condemn the callous and unprovoked attack by MassPwnage upon our civilian infrastructure. Attacks on civilians are not a part of Kahanistan warfare, and we view the Heavily Armed Hippies of MassPwnage as hypocrites and war criminals.

For this latest atrocity, the Supreme Soviet of Kahanistan declares that a state of war exists between the Democratic Soviet Republic of Kahanistan and the Ub3r 3mp1r3 of Doomingsland and its ally, the Heavily Armed Hippies of MassPwnage. They will have 48 hours to surrender to allied forces before we retaliate against their homeland military assets. In the meantime, we will engage their fleets near ViZion, assuming the fleet commanders in the area have not already.

Signed,
Margaret Delray,
Minister of Foreign Affairs

(Kahanistan may or may not know who really deployed the gas, but they blame Doomingsland because of their known human rights abuses, and they widely believe that Doomingsland possesses such armament.)

MassPwnage

06-01-2006, 16:46

ooc: Tantalum armor? That wouldn't save the air defenses from extensive damage, and it wouldn't be able to take a nuclear weapon unless its entire structure was made of tantalum carbide composite. Even if it was, it would still be rather iffy.

"Phsht.... MiGs... UCAVs ready their weapons; Launch fighters and interceptors and keep pressure up on the Kahanistani navy."

The scout UCAVs detected the relatively unstealthy Kahanistani planes a long way off. Their ultra wideband synthetic aperture radars having a much greater range and much higher resolution than the standard X-Band radars used on the Kahanistani planes. As the planes got close, the large numbers of slim, stealthy and low aspect CAP UCAVs targeted them. As they got within 230 kilometers of the Pwnage CAP, the UCAVs opened up, targeting each bomber with 5 long range air to air missiles, and each MiG with 2 long range air to air missiles. The missiles lit up their ramjets and rocketed towards the Kahanistani planes at mach 5. Since the missiles wouldn't turn on their active radars until they got within 50 kilometers, there would be no escape for the Kahnistani planes as they would already be in the range of no escape by the time the missiles showed up on infrared.

The Pwnage fleet started to fire on the not yet deployed Kahanistani navy as the main fleet arsenal ships began firing thousands upon thousands of long range anti-ship missiles at them. In order to destroy the anti-air assets of the Kahanistani navy, HE-AP railgun slugs and long ranged battleship shells began raining down upon the cruisers and destroyers of the Kahanistani navy. In the confined waters that the Kahanistanis were in, it would be rather difficult to miss and of course a few seconds after the shells would hit their targets, the anti-ship missiles would arrive as well.

MassPwnage

06-01-2006, 21:25

ooc: Some add-ons I wasn't able to post at lunch.

Somewhere in the Sudan:

Hundreds of aerial transports were being loaded with cargo; guns, tanks, bombs and soldiers. Their destination was ViZion. Doomingsland was having trouble on the ground and with no bases nearby, he could probably not bring enough supplies to them to keep them going. Luckily though, thanks to Doom Corp's liberal sales policies, the Pwnage government was able to accquire large amounts of Doomingslandian equipment, such as food, guns, ammunition, spare body armor kits and other things. Now, the first Rapid Reaction Army based in Sudan was readying supplies, as well as fighters and 3 divisions of paratroopers so that the ground war in ViZion could be continued.

Velkya

06-01-2006, 23:09

Red Sea, 100 miles off Kahanistani coastline

As the forces of Kahanistan and MassPwange began to do battle, another massive fleet, this one Velkyan, began to approach the war zone. The combined forces of two Quick Response Fleets, spearheaded by six 900m Velkya Super Dreadnoughts and three Kestrel Ultra Carriers, along with forty dreadnoughts and over two hundred escorts and submarines, cruised onward towards the enemy fleet, as a heavily encrypted message was relayed to the Kahanistani naval commanders.

Attention all naval assets of the Kahanistani Navy, this is the Velkyan ViZion naval taskforce, we are approaching the enemy Pwnage fleet from the south, we request immediate support from the north, we are detecting over one hundred enemy capital ships inbound on the Kahanistani coast, over.

As the message finished, satellites over the battlefield began to mark high priority targets, such as capital ships and carriers for the impending Velkyan strike. The enemy air defense perimeter was also identified and targeted, as the smaller destroyers of the fleet moved into position, their revolver launchers ready. Guided missile cruisers prepared to launch their vast anti-shipping armaments, VLS cells at the ready, as ISF-2N fighters launched from the massive Kestrel ultra-carriers screamed over the fleet, establishing a far reaching CAP radius. AWACs stood by as well, monitoring enemy ships and aircraft to detect hostile missile launches with their own powerful RADAR systems. The stage was set, and the first true naval battle of the ViZionion Civil War was about to begin.

It happened in a blaze of light and sound, as a truly massive amount of ordinance tore from the Velkyan fleet. Rocket sleds carrying large SC torpedoes expelled from the destroyer revolver launchers, expelling six torpedoes mere seconds apart, as the sleds tore across the sea, heading in massive waves towards the weaker escort ships of the MassPwnage fleet, numbering nearly five-hundred. Merely a few miles out from the enemy fleet, the rocket sleds split apart, hurtling their cargo undersea towards the enemy fleets, waterline of the enemy ships, hoping to punch through the weak escort’s armor and deliver a massive high explosive charge inside. As the rocket delivered torpedoes cruised under them, the Quentin II GMCs released a flurry of hundreds sea-skimming ramjet missiles aimed to soften the targets before the torpedoes hit.

As the smaller escorts delivered their deadly payloads of torpedo and missile on the enemy, the rail guns of the Velkya super dreadnoughts began to fire, dueling the similar enemy ships in a rain of slugs. The Gigantor dreadnoughts, also began to do the same, their guns, weaker in comparison to their bigger cousins, but still immensely powerful, also began to rain death upon the enemy fleet, targeting carriers and other battleships.

It would be a bloody battle for sure.

MassPwnage

07-01-2006, 02:28

This was going to be a turkey shoot. What the Velkyans stupidly failed to realize was that MassPwnage owned most of the land along the Red Sea. This land included an enormous number of military bases, ships, planes and troops. Added to this were guns. Many, many, many guns. Big guns, like 20 inch coastal defense railguns and 30 inch EM assisted shore guns, as well as anti-ship missile batteries. Since Velkya was stupid enough to box himself in, there would be no running away.

The Pwnage ships took a break from annihilating the flimsy and outdated Kahanistani ships in the Gulf of Aqba and turned their weapons towards the Velkyans. The initial volley of anti-ship missiles, a comparatively low number of weapons, were engaged at ranges of over 70 km by shipborne SAMs, rolling airframe missiles and CIWS batteries from the Pwnage fleet, and were shot down with a 98% success rate, leaving only 20 or so missiles to hit. 5 frigates and 2 destroyers exploded, while a cruiser was heavily damaged and a lucky missile hit a battleship, but failed to breach its heavy armor. The gigantic supercavitating ASROCs fared even worse, their large thermal signatures making them attractive targets. Those that actually managed to get their payloads into the water were stopped by a combination of ASHUM supercavitating CIWS weapons and counter torpedos that exploded in front of the enemy munitions and blew apart the supercavitating bubbles of the torpedos, causing them to slam into a wall of water at 200 knots. There were several large explosions as the torpedos exploded, causing absolutely no damage to any ships.

The Pwnage response was harsh to say the least. The coastal gun and missile batteries, which had been trailing the Velkyans for hundreds of miles and had long accquired a lock on them fired. Hundreds and hundreds of large caliber railguns from as far as 1000 miles away began pummeling the Velkyans, as well as large 30 inch coastal guns. Thousands of HE-AP shells and slugs began flying towards the Velkyan fleet, targeting their large sized capital ships, especially their supercarriers, which with their gigantic decks, would be very easy targets to hit. Land based anti-ship missile silos began disgorging their contents into the Velkyan fleet as well. Tens of thousands of them, coming from every altitude and angle of attack.

The fleet began firing upon the Velkyans too. Every ship from frigates to the huge Blue Earth Superdreadnoughts began firing their guns into the Velkyan fleet. Of course, some of the capital classes suffered damage when they were hit by railgun slugs, but they would keep going, after all, Superdreadnoughts were designed to pummel each other with impunity all day. A few battleships and carriers were ripped to pieces though, when the huge slugs from the Velkyan superdreadnoughts tore right through them and ruptured their ammo magazines or reactors. The explosions took a few smaller air defense ships near them as well, but that wouldn't matter. The Pwnage fleet was still pouring a withering torrent of firepower onto the Velkyan fleet, as were the land based defenses.

Under the water, the Martyr class SSNs and the SeaSnake Class SSGNs of the Fleet Group readied their own surprise from the deep. Hundreds of 1000mm ultra-long range torpedos were fired at the Velkyans. The torpedos would run silently at a depth of 800 meters, before suddenly igniting an auxilary water ramjet engine and shooting up at 450 knots an hour in order to break the keels of the enemy ships that they were targeting. With 3000 kilograms of explosive in each torpedo, no ship was safe.

In the air, the Pwnage CAP UCAVs in the air, as well as the fighters that had already taken off, fired a huge cloud of long and medium range air-to-air missiles, a total of six per Velkyan plane. Ground based SAMs from coastal batteries entered too. Bombers and UCAV torpedo bombers from airbases in Pwnage Africa began taking off from airfields, carrying huge loads of anti-ship missiles and JDAMs, ready to pick off any Velkyan survivors.

Not that there would be any though. If any Velkyan ship survived, it would be a miracle from God himself. And we all know that God is imaginary....

Velkya

07-01-2006, 03:56

OOC: I find it a miracle in itself that you can coordinate a strike of this magnitude, while launching THAT many missiles so quickly, and so efficiently with no errors at all.

In orbit, Orbital Battle Cluster Charlie (a small cluster of orbital rail guns and defensive laser platforms) sat above, silent watchers to the battle below. Through their targeting systems, they watched the enemy tear into the "helpless" Velkyan forces. As the thousands of streaks flew into the air defense perimeter of the Velkyan fleet, a hornet's nest awoke, as the Fleet Air Defense Ships and cruisers of the fleet opened up. Each FAD ship held dozens of automated SAM launchers, as well as quite a few CICW guns for its own defense. The mentioned weapons, as well as the individual ship point defenses, went wild, as thousands of missiles ripped outward from the fleet. The Pwnage commanders had launched a vast amount of missiles in a comparatively tiny space, which worked surprisingly to the advantage of the point defenses, if not for the fleet at large.

Missiles carrying large fragmentation charges exploded into the oncoming horde of missiles, detonating up to ten at once, in some cases. A wall of explosions about 40 miles out from the perimeter of the fleet was visible, as the vast majority of the Pwnage missiles were taken out in before even entering the range of the guns onboard. Once they were in range, the CICW guns opened up, spewing 30mm lead with small "flak" warheads, ripping through the thin skinned missiles like tissue paper. Even so, missiles leaked through, striking several outlying destroyers and cruisers. Several exploded outright, bursting into balls of fire as multiple missiles struck it at once, others, about two dozen, began to list, as crews abandoned their ships, watching their ships burn.

Several capital ships were struck as well, most shrugging off damage to turrets and such. One unlucky dreadnought, the Roland, was struck by a large anti-ship missile, which bored it's way into her magazine, blowing her to pieces, as her burning hull sank in mere seconds. As the supposedly invulnerable torpedoes swam towards their targets, powerful SONAR decoys were launched, attracting the swarms of torpedoes with their siren's song. As the torpedoes drew close, a massive explosive charge in them detonated, clearing swaths of the iron fish before they threatened the mighty capital ships. Despite the heavy barrage they were taking, torpedoes struck a few ships, sinking two dreadnoughts and three destroyers in magnificent hull-splits.

Over the raging inferno, the air battle intensified. ISF-2Ns (And EW-2Ns, their electronic warfare variants) naturally stealthy and extraordinarily mobile aircraft, managed to avoid the majority of the clumsy enemy missile attack through creative maneuvering and raw speed, although sustaining 30% losses in the process. The ultra-carriers, both of them surviving the inaccurate enemy rail gun rail gun attack with only minor damage to the heavily armored flight decks, began launching swarms of aircraft. As replacements came up, the fighters counterattacked, descended upon the enemy fighters, opening up with 30mm cannon and missiles while staying out of range of the enemy air defenses, which had been tested in the first strike on the enemy.

The Velkyan fleet, now angered beyond belief, releasing a counter barrage of its own. Rains of rail gun fired from the smaller battleships began to pour into the enemy coastal defenses, as several surviving GMCs sent wave upon wave of thousands of missiles into the enemy positions and ships. The surviving capital ships of the fleet also retaliated, firing even more rail guns as their own VLS and revolver launchers sent more missiles to the opposing fleet’s capital ships. Orbital rail guns high above the battle began to target enemy airfields, hoping to knock out key runways to prevent further aircraft launches. Ixiom strike fighters from the carriers joined the fray; as they attacked enemy ships, particularly carriers, from high altitude, reminiscent of the dive bombers of old, releasing up to five hypersonic missiles at enemy capital ships each before moving on to engage the enemy fighters in close combat, which they excelled at, far better pilots than any computer the Pwnage airforce managed to put into their drones. Velkyan hunter-killer submarines, now fully operational, began actively hunting down the opposing subs, launching wave after wave of torpedoes and anti-sub missiles to silence the threat from the deep.

OOC2: Total losses:

Naval:
4 Gigantor Dreadnoughts
4 Alvin Battleships
9 Quentin II GMCs
17 Atlantis II cruisers
18 Jalik II destroyers
8 FAD ships
2Hunter II HKS (hit by friendly fire)

Aircraft:
59 ISF-2N fighters

Also, I'd like to know which post stated that you "owned most of the land along the Red Sea", I only recall you mentioning Mogadishu as a port owned by Pwnage.

Tyrandis

07-01-2006, 04:16

Statement from the Department of Foreign Affairs

"Due to the destruction of a Tyrandisan Imperial Air Force U-2R observation plane at the hands of an unknown faction, the Militant Imperium will be mobilizing all available forces in the Mediterranean Sea. Further deployments of maritime assets in the Atlantic Ocean to the region are also likely. Tyrandis is currently investigating the circumstances around the spy plane's shootdown; future action in the theatre by our country will depend on this inquiry's results."

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Director Hitomi Mikazawa
Director of the Department of Foreign Affairs

OOC: I'll be basing SSNs and aviation from the eastern half of Cyprus. Also, a full maritime battlegroup (including a Guillen-class SDN) will be approaching the Gibraltar, whose composition will be stated once it arrives.

Velkya

07-01-2006, 04:47

OOC: Even if I'm your soon-to-be enemy, I'd advise against approaching Gibralter, as there's quite a naval battle going down over there.

Whyatica

07-01-2006, 05:07

Office of the Sultan
"Sultan..There is a naval battle going on in the Red Sea. A nation we are attempting to establish relations with, Velkya, against a nation that I consider to be hostile, MassPwnage." Minister Aziz Afnan told the Sultan

"And..." the Sultan said, bored.

"I believe we should send Fleet Group I to assist the Velkyans. MassPwnage is fighting against friendly forces in ViZion, and the Velkyans would be a powerful ally later."

"Fine, do it...But if we lose the fleet, it will be your head that rolls, Minister.."

CnC, Zealous-class Super-Dreadnaught Al-Na'ib
The face of Minister Aziz Afnan appeared on one of the video screens of Grand Admiral Mohammad Ansari, the head of Fleet Group I.

"You are to deploy to the Red Sea and engage forces of the nation of MassPwnage. Satellite intelligence also indicates they have a number of rail-guns lining the coast of the Red Sea. Your orders are to destroy these on your way to assist the nation of Velkya. They have a fleet numbering 300 ships, facing hundreds of MassPwnage."

"Yes, Minister."

The Grand Admiral sent out a bulletin to all of the ships in the Fleet:

"All ships, prepare to leave port. We are deploying to the Red Sea. We will be testing out the Fleet and, more importantly, the Al-Na'ib in combat for the first time. All fighters are to be prepared for launch, and all guns to be loaded."
He ended the bulletin, and told the communications officer, "Find the flagship of the Velkyan fleet and send them this message:"

A message was sent to the Velkyan flagship operating in the Red Sea:

"We are coming to assist you. We are the first fleetgroup of the Sultanate of Whyatica..Be prepared to see us coming in about 13 hours. Good hunting - Grand Admiral Mohammad Ansari"

The fleet, looking as majestic as ever, began moving to the Red Sea to assist their friends of Velkya...

[OOC: The fleet is as such:
Fleet Group I: 321 ships
Flagship: WSS Na'ib - Zealous Class Super-Dreadnaught
40 "Elusive" class Battleship
5 "Argentine" class Super-Dreadnaught Hunter-Killer
25 "Paramount" class Air Defense Vessel
70 CLN-68 "Morsky-Orol" Class Light Cruiser
75 "Ilium" class Missile Destroyers
55 "Hannibal" Class Escort Destroyer
10 "Qu'Ran" class Aircraft Carriers
40 Cartegena Class-SSN
If you need specs on my ships (Qu'Ran Carrier and Hannibal Escort Destroyer, TG me]

Velkya

07-01-2006, 05:18

Over the din of battle, Admiral Nathan Brogard answered the Whyatican call.

"This is the Velkyan Super Dreadnought Falcon, your assitance has been accepted, we will hold out until you arrive, over and out."

Kahanistan

07-01-2006, 07:12

The Kahanistan Fleet Admiral commanding the defenders responded to the Velkyans.

This is Fleet Admiral Raghad Nazmareh of the Kahanistan Republic Navy, supreme commander of the Kahanistan fleet. We have taken major civilian casualties, lost over 40 cruisers and battleships, our subs are preparing to attack the Pwnage Super Dreadnaughts. Our nuclear system is now at its highest alert, over.

Kahanistan's Virginia-class and Ohio-class submarines moved quickly under the water to launch anti-shipping missiles at the Pwnage Super Dreadnaughts while the Air Force and remaining cruisers continued attacking the destroyers. A hull breach to the side of a ship, under the water line, would turn the massive Pwnage warships into giant sinking tombs.

The few battleships to survive withdrew behind the cruisers and continued to fire cruise missiles and heavy naval shells at the Pwnage cruisers to deter them from supporting the embattled destroyers.

Sarzonia

07-01-2006, 07:25

"What's the situation?"

"Admiral Goughan's currently out of the country with Fleet Admiral Marcus. That means we've got ... Admiral Patinkin."

"Admiral Patinkin?"

"Yes, Katie Patinkin." Even though she was all of 43 years old, the Sarzonian admiral had one advantage many young officers didn't. Bloodlines. Namely, her father Marcus was the only naval officer to ever hold the rank of Admiral of the Incorporated Sarzonian Navy, making him the only seven star officer in the history of Sarzonia.

Needless to say, the name Patinkin carried a cachet that no other name possibly could. And the Navy was going to pin its hopes on that cachet with its more senior officers temporarily out of action.

On the bridge of the new Vigilant-class superdreadnought ISS Artitsa, Patinkin paced nervously, barely allowing the scent of sea breeze to register as she went over her assignment. She was taking the Eleventh Fleet with its two Chippewa-class dreadnoughts, five Atlantic class large battleships, 10 Oceania-class large escorts, and assorted escorts into a hornet's nest. She was also taking two divisions of Incorporated Sarzonian Army troops and hundreds of Sarzonia's newest and finest aircraft with her in an attempt to prevent that madman Villian from seizing power.

"How much longer until we get underway," an ensign asked as she reached her station and pored over the standard checklist of tasks to prep the station for deployment.

"As soon as we get word from Navy Command, we're getting underway," Patinkin said. She just hoped that word would come sooner rather than later.

Whyatica

07-01-2006, 18:55

Whyatican First Fleet Group
It was six hours past the fleet leaving dock, and they were halfway to the Red Sea, where they could help their Velkyan friends.

"Grand Admiral, we have new satellite intelligence..The MassPwnage fleet is attacking the Kahanistanian fleet and mainland.."

"Send a message to them as well..We will support them, and offer our assistance in rebuilding any destruction the MassPwnagians may cause.."

"Grand Admiral, MassPwnage has several railguns on the Red Sea coast that are giving our allies some grief..Orders?"

"Order the fleet to unload two full missile salvos..Use the satellite intelligence to target SAM batteries and ABM in particular. We're still too far out to use the naval guns."

The Fleet
Hundreds of missile launchers on the fleet opened up, and the roar of missiles was heard far more clearly than the humming of the naval engines. Six hundred missiles, targetting Anti-Air and Anti-Missile batteries near the railguns, with a small fraction of the missiles targetting the actual railguns.

With this amount of missiles, it was unlikely that the small anti-missile defence near these railguns could stop all of them..

[OOC: The missiles are an indigenous design, called the Fist of Allah, designed for levelling shore buildings.]

Doomingsland

07-01-2006, 20:07

ViZion City

They didn't hear it coming. The only thing that gave away the fact that they were being bombed was the massive explosions caused by the incoming ordnance. For the men directly under attack, they mostly didn't hear anything, or feel anything, for that matter, depending on where they were located.

The tanks that were hit directly didn't stand a chance with such a massive weapon coming right through the roof, ending up as hollowed out hulks of once mighty beasts of steel. The poor men manning them probably didn't feel anything it was over so quickly.

The bombs that collided with building would have most likely caused less damage than the Praetonians had hoped, however.

Most of the buildings in the immediate area had been decimated by Presidential Forces. This worked to the advantage of the mechanized Doomingslanders, allowing them a bit more maneuvering room. This also meant that bomb hits off to the side wouldn't collapse any buildings, lessening casualties. However, when the bombs did hit, the concussion, blast radius, and immense amount of rubble hurled into the air killed plenty.

When the smoke cleared, three hundred men had been put out of the fight, either killed or seriously wounded. That wasn't counting vehicle operaters, however. Sixty vehicles, ranging from Caesar MBTs, Testudo II IFVs, and Velite scout cars were just plain annihilated.

Due to its already small size, this was a pretty cruel blow to Legio VIII. However, they were far from out of the fight. After that dastardly blow, the men craved revenge. They thirsted for Praetonian blood...

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OFFICIAL RESPONSE

IMPERIVM DOOMANVM

Do you foolish communist heathens ever know when to sit down and shut up? You were just ravaged by the Freekish war machine, and now you intend to make war on not one, but two Empires? No, we are giving YOU forty-eight hours to surrender to Imperial Forces. If you fail to meet our deadline, then you shall find yourselves facing someone far less merciful than the Freeks. And far better equipped.

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Imperial III Fleet, 200 Miles Off Italy

Admiral Cassius Meridius smirked upon recieving the message from the Kahanistanis.

Apparently their primitive sensors CAN detect us, he thought to himself,

"Well, they definately know we're hear now, men," he said, the smile unfading, "And look at this message they sent us...they're asking for our surrender!" he couldn't help but laugh at the stupidity of these pathetic communists, nor could anyone else on the bridge.

For once, they all had a good laugh. Something that would have seemed alien had they been faced with a Questerian or Praetonian armada. However, the sheer amount of troops the enemy had deployed was impressive, even to the Doomingslanders. Of course, they doubted the Kahanistanis would have time to make use of them.

Once their fleet was decimated and the Pwnage had their blockade in place, the multi-million man army would run out of food in a matter of days. Such was the problem with deploying such large armies. You simply couldn't supply them.

"These worlthless barbarians are unworthy of a response from our most righteous forces," he said, starting to sound more buisiness-like, "Wipe them out...all of them," he muttered ominously, the smile fading. Battle was upon the Imperial Fleet.

The fleet was only half the size of the 200-strong Kahanistani fleet, and with Pwnage forces tying up the rest of their forces, the plan was working perfectly.

The opening shots of the battle came as the DIS Augustus, the flagship of the fleet, a mighty Legionnaire-class Command Dreadnaught, opened up with her massive twenty-inch guns Mk. 71 naval guns, targeting the enemy battleships first. These shells would have been enough to put a hole in a Super Dreadnaught. Their targets would have stood little chance. Along with the eight-inch naval rail guns, the

The sixteen Apostle-class cruisers, sporting heavy twelve inch Mk. 71 guns, would also lend their fire power to the attack on the enemy’s better armored ships (they were easily capable of putting a pretty big hole in a battleship, that was for sure). However, they would also be targeting enemy aircraft carriers, which would DEFINITELY not fare well against naval gun fire.

Destroyers and Frigates would hold the line against enemy air and submarine attacks as this was happening, ASW VTOLs erecting an anti-submarine network around the fleet.

VLS systems of every ship that possessed them in the fleet (all except the carriers, pretty much) came to life as this was happening, spewing forth well over 2,000 Corvus anti-shipping weapons. These missiles would sea skim at mach 2.3 as they approached the targets, giving enemy CIWS and anti-missile systems mere seconds to engage. However, before they completely closed the gap, their engines would cut and the warheads would detach, plunging into the ocean.
The torpedoes would then begin to supercavitate, screaming towards their targets at over 300 knots, making the waters around the Kahanistani fleet quite dangerous. This would no doubt end up being the climax of the battle, the Kahanistani ships having pretty much no way to stop the incoming torpedoes. These were targeted at everything: transports, escorts, carriers, battleships.

Of course, Imperial fighters, ACI-73B Aquilas, would be keeping the airspace around the fleet safe, ensuring the more primitive Kahanistani aircraft wouldn’t be able to cause much damage.

Kahanistan

07-01-2006, 20:31

Admiral Razmareh smiled sadistically as she read the Doomingsland message. Like most Kahanistan officers, she knew at least one person who had died in the AMF war. She was not going to be pushed around by Doomingsland. Now we're at war. We didn't rebuild our navy without developing tactics. We did learn from the AMF war. Bring it, bitches.

The Kahanistan CIWS systems engaged, firing on the approaching missiles, but over 90% of them still got through, too fast for the defenses. Four Montanas were sunk and two severely damaged, and twelve Ticonderogas were taking on water.

Razmareh ordered her carriers to deploy the MiG-35's from Kahanistan waters as soon as the missiles were spotted, but her fleet was too far away to help the forces at ViZion before they would take a lot of damage. The Republic Guards who were disembarking had a week's worth of MRE's in their backpacks, so they had a week to be resupplied by allies or Kahanistan could find a way to resupply them.

The Kahanistan Air Force moved towards the Doomingsland fleet, ordered to target first carriers, then cruisers, then other ships. It was about two hours away. The Kahanistan battleships and cruisers off the ViZionist coast targeted Doomingsland destroyers, then battleships, then others. They would fire Tomahawk missiles until the enemy fleet moved within range of the heavier guns. The MiG's would keep the enemy fighters busy and provide extra targets to distract from the B-52's that were going to bomb the enemy warships. These long-range bombers had taken off from the air bases deep within Kahanistan proper and would take hours to arrive...

Kahanistan was preparing several EMP bombs to be fired on the Doomingsland fleet via ICBM. These bombs would take several hours to get prepared and launched, but hopefully it would save the Kahanistan Navy from destruction. Kahanistan soldiers believed that Doomingsland treated prisoners of war horribly, their war propaganda about Doomingsland stated that impalement and cannibalism were common practices there, and that the flesh of babies was eaten as an aphrodisiac. They wouldn't surrender even if it meant a nuke, they would die in battle or escape.

Meanwhile, Admiral Gottfried, the commander of the Kahanistan troops at ViZion, cursed the slow timetable that meant that Kahanistan's new Super Dreadnaught would not be commissioned for several more days. He ordered his remaining fleet to move up to the ViZionist shore where it wouldn't have to worry about being sunk as it would be beached, and fire everything they had at the Doomingsland forces, making sure to follow the targeting priorities he had ordered.

Sarzonia

07-01-2006, 20:43

Patinkin was getting tired of waiting for order. Real tired. She scowled as the official word for deployment was delayed in coming. She finally decided to gather the Eleventh Fleet's senior command officers in her situation room.

"Screw it, we're deploying," she said as soon as the door closed and the meeting was marked as classified. "We're going to head straight for the Pwnage fleets and start battering them."

"Pwnage? What about the Doomies?"

"We're at least 96 hours away from the Doomies," Patinkin said sharply. "By that time, there may not be a Kahanistani fleet to support. We need to be in a position where we can positively affect the outcome of this battle in favour of the Congressional forces. The Pwnage fleet is the one that's closest to where we can strike if we can travel at flanking speed."

"I sure as hell hope you're right," Commodore Kendrick Prior said. "We're going to need a CAP launched quickly and we're going to need to get in there and cause some real quick damage to Pwnage air assets."

"Just as much, we need our subs to be ready to take out their escorts with the air strikes," Vice Admiral Harvey Loughran said. "When we get in range with our big guns, that's when we need to be ready to rock 'em."

"It's time for our Oceanias to prove themselves in this battle," Patinkin said finally. "They're built to deal with massive missile strikes. We're going to deploy them in a net configuration to allow them to cover more ground in the event they send attacks from more than one direction."

After a few minutes, the intercom beeped.

"Bridge to Admiral Patinkin. We've received our orders. We're to steam toward the Pwnage fleets in the Red Sea and engage them."

Patinkin smiled. That was the plan she'd worked up on her own and was going to sail in another six hours with or without orders.

"You heard the man," Patinkin said. "Let's roll."

The commanders made way for their helicopters to return to their respective flagships, while Patinkin walked into the bridge.

"As soon as you get the word that all fleet assets report ready, let's get underway at flanking speed."

"Aye, sir."

Patinkin sat down in the command chair with her eyes piercing the view screen in front of her. She was ready to show the world and the rest of the ISN that she wasn't just a pretty face. Or the daughter of a legend. She was ready to become her own legend.

Praetonia

07-01-2006, 23:04

12th Royal Dragoons' Regiment,
Somewhere in ViZion City

A group of men scurried hurriedly across the open street. One of them carried a 7.7mm GPMG. The others carried 'Royord' L63 assault rifles, some with underslung grenade launchers, some carrying a ring of riflegrenades at their waist. Reaching the other side, they backed hurriedly against a concealing wall.

"Watson?"

"Here," the soldier called Watson affirmed.

"Harris?" The Sergeant went through the names of the other men in his section. When he had finished, he lead them slowly up to the front door of the biggest and most solid-looking ViZionian building on the street. It overlooked a cross-roads and so, they reasoned, it would be a good place to set up a position.

"Over there, sir!" Shouted a Lance Corporal, pointing a gun-barrel protruding through a building on the other side of the road. The Doomingslandis shouldnt be this close, the Sergeant thought. He tested, just in case.

"Flash!" He shouted and received the correct answer - 'tiger'.

"You're on the wrong bloody side!" He called back, indicating towards the enemy.

"What?" Replied the Lieutenant in the other building. In other circumstances he would have snapped at the Sergeant's impertinance.

"You're on the wrong side of the road! The 'Slandis are over there!" He shouted back. There was silence. Finally, the Lieutenant replied,

"Ok! We'll come over to you! Cover us!"

"Aye, sir," replied the Sergeant, and he ordered his men position themselves to cover the crossroads, although none expected any enemy fire this far into uncontrolled territory. The Lieutenant stepped out into the road as though he were just going for a brisk walk. In reality, it was just to disguise his anxiety. Lieutenants were usually the youngest members of any Company and had had the least training. He stopped and indicated that the coast was clear for the other men. Had the enemy been watching, they wouldnt have been able to resist firing at a peeked capped officer with a sabre at his waist.

"What's our position?" Demanded the Lieutenant, reaching the Sergeant on the other side of the road.

"Well, sir, we are at a crossroads - a central axis of advance. I suggest we defend it, sir."

The Lieutenant nodded enthusiastically, "Right-o. Lead on, Sergeant," he said, indicating the buildings. Looking at the Lieutenant's group of men, he noticed that they had no Sergeant and were not members of his company, but they did have an Aquila ATGM, which put his mind at rest. He had heard rumours of an armoured regiment opposing them.

"Go!" He shouted, some minutes later, and three men with fixed bayonets smashed down the doors of buildings either side of the street. Some ViZionian civilians were inside and he ordered them out. They didnt want to leave, but nor did they want to argue with this group of men, faces darkened by the dust created by their rough landings, and their sparkling bayonets. Furniture was ripped up and pushed against the windows, whose glass panes were smashed and men set up firing positions - the machineguns and ATGM in pride of place - at the windows.

To their left and right, the Lieutenant could see more men forming up in the other buildings, which was a relief, for with his flanks covered this would be a damn hard position to crack, even with tanks. He smiled, for his men - for now they were, even those from other Companies - had not become flustered or forgotten their training as had been feared, but instead were conducting themselves with due professionalism and decorum that was deemed befitting of Praetonian soliders.

"Sir! Sir!" Petitioned two soldiers from the other Company who, instead of packs, were festooned with entrenching equipment - mines, coils of razorwire and tools. They were the Flying Pioneers that the engineering battalions attached to each company when they were moving up without formal engineer support.

"Yes, what?" The Lieutenant demanded, snapping out of his reflection with undeserved irritation.

"We're meant to set up defences, sir," they indicated their equipment.

"Oh yes, yes," he replied, waving at the crossroads outside, "do your duties." They would do so. Anti-tank mines, dug into small holes in the road smashed out with pickaxes would cover the road. They were covered by draincovers taken from other parts of the street, holded so that the IR / LADAR sensors could still see their prey above. Other mines, which operated by firing a charge into the tracks and side of an enemy tank, were positioned hidden to the side of the oncoming road. Coils of razorwire were stretched along the areas leading up to the doorways and across the roads. They didnt have time to peg it down, but attempting to remove it would involve walking into the open of a killing-zone covered by machineguns and rifles.

Divisional Headquarters,
ViZionian Theatre Hall

"Sir!" A Staff Officer saluted the Major General before him. "We are receiving initial radio reports from most units. They are taking up positions along the designated perimeter. The glider squadrons have landed, including the light recon units with Rooks." The General smilied, for nothing had gone badly wrong thus far and he knew better than any man on his staff that airborne missiles could go very badly wrong.

The Rook armoured scout vehicles were his only mobile elements. A single company was all and the lightly armoured vehicles would not be used against the enemy - originally it was not thought that much use would be found for them other than transporting Staff Officers to and from the front. Now they would be siconded into another duty.

"You will have the reconnaisance elements search for the Congressional leadership, Captain," Sir Gaius stated quite matter-of-factly. "If they are in the city I want them found." He shuddered to think what would be the outcome of all this if they were not in the city. "The perimeter is fine as-is. I am happy to leave the outskirts of the city lightly defended for we will have ample time to reposition if the enemy reallocates his forces. Where are the mortars?"

The General spoke quickly and the Staff Officer took several moments to realise that he had been asked a question. "Nearby, sir. They have a sturdy bungalow and are holing the roof, I believe." The mortars he was referring to were large 105mm pieces and they were improvising an entrenched position. Smaller 82mm mortars were attached further forwards at Battalion level and smaller still 52mm pieces were attached at Company level.

"Good. They shall not give fire without my personal order, is that understood?"

"It is, sir. Well understood. The mortar teams understand absolutely." The General wondered whether this was nerves of mere impertenance, but dismissed the Staff Officer anyway. The Rooks - basically armoured Land Rovers with machinegun turrets - were looking for Congress, the troops were entreching themselves as best they could, the Hogsweatians were on their way and Sir Gaius Tarrius thought he was well on the way to winning the war.

Velkya

08-01-2006, 01:57

As the wounded and destroyed monsters of the transports fell to the Earth, the remaining five hundred and sixty-three pressed onward towards the city. Opening their drop-pod "mouths", the behemoths prepared to send the 30,000 remaining combat troops into the fray. They approached the center of the city, a few dozen miles ahead of the advancing enemy forces. The same squad, lead by the Selkan, was first up in the dropped order. They all wore advanced flight suits, capable of withstanding the immense G-forces of being expelled out of the plane at nearly two hundred of miles an hour. It was said to be better than any rollercoaster imaginable. The voice of the man on their headsets, the loadmaster of the aircraft, ordered them to strap up. Even the Sergeant, and rough and tough airborne soldier who had seen extensive action in Kraven, noticed his hands sweating profusely. Then, the voice came.

"Pod One, expelled!"

The pod screamed out of the back of the aircraft. Unable to see where they were going due to lack of windows, the occupants simply hung on to their seats for dear life. As they approached several thousand feet, their retro rockets began to fire, slowing the craft down enough to deploy chutes. Even with the array of parachutes, the craft hit the ground rather hard, nearly knocking the troops out of their seats. The pod then opened its ramp, as the troops ran out, turning their combat suits (similar to the Land Warrior system) on as they sought cover. All over the city, this scene was repeated, as nearly 23,000 surviving troops spilled forth, ready to avenge their fallen brethren. In addition to these troops, the surviving light tanks had also landed, along with a large number of LRVs, ready to provide armored support for the landings.

Fixed artillery, towed by the LRVs were assembled by attached crews and moved into position, taking cover between ruined buildings to lessen the impact of enemy artillery and air strikes. Not wishing to repeat the same mistakes as the Questerians did, Velkyan troops began to dig in, moving into abandoned buildings and burned-out wreckage, preparing anti-tank launchers as well as disposable AA rocket launchers to counteract the enemy mechanized and aerial response. Advance warning had prompted soldiers to seal their NBC suits before the enemy could gas them like they did the resistance forces at UVVC. At critical chokepoints, roads were mined, as snipers and machine gunners watched over the roadways. In all, the division managed to make a “fortress” of about 42 square miles of cityscape inside “Congressional Territory”. A makeshift command center was set up in the basement of an abandoned hotel to direct the movement of troops and supplies. With the local airspace still controlled by Doomingsland, supplies would be impossible to get in until that situation was rectified.

One of these squads, Alpha Tango 04, huddled in a caved in apartment building, probably knocked out by stray artillery fire. They had been separated from their company, which they estimated had landed several miles away. Their C&C gear continued to register a GPS signal somewhere in a ruined building down the road, so they decided to check it out, hoping to link up with allied troops. Their sniper, one of the Halo Special Forces soldiers assigned to the operation, watched through his scope for enemy movement. Through the highly powerful .50 cal rifle, he scanned the windows of the building. They were blown out; by no other visible shell damage could be seen. The windows were knocked out by hand, and a light machine gunner could be seen in one of the windows, crouched defensively. He made out a Praetorian flag on his uniform. He whispered over to his squad leader. “Hey, sir, looks like we got some friends down there, Praetorians by the looks of it.” The squad leader, a Master Sergeant, peeked from behind the rubble towards the building. “Alright boys, we need to make contact with them and link up. Lewinski, hand me your signal light.” He motioned towards a soldier clutching a LAR-10 (not the crappy RL one, a Velkyan carbine). The soldier threw him a small tube marked SLA-12. The Sergeant then pushed the light through a crack in the rubble and began flashing the word AUV in morse code towards the direction of the Praetonians in order to draw their attention. “Stay low boys, if they mistakenly open up on us, I don’t want any of you getting killed.”

OOC: Here’s the lowdown on my troops and their deployment methods. First up, the whole concept of drop-pods. These bad boys are made of super light alloys and are designed to replace the standard airborne approach of dropping men individually by dropping them by the squad. Once they have been expelled from the mother aircraft, the drop-pods (which are about 10 feet by 7 for the infantry type and 10 by 18 for the vehicle type, very cramped) use retro rockets to straighten their course and prevent rollovers during flight. This also allows for maneuvering into a street or courtyard, although it isn’t the most accurate approach. Once the rockets have slowed the drop-pod down enough, they deploy arrays of parachutes on the final approach to slow their descent to safe speeds. Once they hit the ground, the doors open and the squad leaves the drop-pod. After major combat, engineering units collect the drop-pods and send them back to their divisions (provided that the AUV is still in control of the drop zone). Another great advantage of drop-pods is that they allow light tanks and vehicles to be deployed with the troops, further enhancing their survivability. The tanks dropped with the soldiers, the Helix, uses twin 20mm cannon and multiple ATGM launchers instead of larger main cannon, therefore saving both space and weight. The LRV are just my version of Humvees, they can be armed with grenade launchers, machine guns, ATGMs, etc. There are 23,000 surviving Velkyan troops (as stated in the IC post) on the ground and about 100 tanks, as well as around 200 LRVs. In addition, there are roughly 1,000 troops that have bailed out of destroyed aircraft and are scattered all over the city.

Questers

08-01-2006, 15:09

In the air, the Hussars were detected first, a scout UCAV and a nearby AWACS craft in CAP had both reported 200 incoming hostiles. What was immediately available nearby was diverted to intercept the incoming Hussars. It didn't amount to much. 35 ASF-08 fighters, 25 ASF-06 fighters, 49 CAP UCAVs and maybe 5 scout UCAVs to act as long range sensor platforms. But the Pwnage planes didn't need long range sensor platforms, the Questerian planes were close enough.... close enough.

The Pwnage planes fired first, each, ASF-08 fired a Phoenix V long range air to air missile, the ASF-06s fired 2 ATA3MR III missiles medium range air-to-air missiles each, as did each CAP UCAV, each of which added a Phoenix V long air to air missile as well. Thanks to distributed computing, the missiles were evenly divided. Even the medium range air-to-air missiles had a 260 kilometer range, which meant that there would be no way that the Questerian planes could escape in time.

Then, the entire group turned tail and scattered, flying away from the Questerian fleet as fast as they could, lest the ships on the ground start firing.... More Pwnage planes would be coming up soon though.

"Aye Captain. Come about for - wait, control, picking up enemy hostiles, bearing 246, similar altitude, over." Captain Indigo yelled down the microphone.

"Roger that Zulu Squadron, what is their IFF signal, over?"

"Control, reading large heat signatures bearing from enemy, engaging evasive and countermeasure maneouvres."

As the information was either picked up or relayed, all eight CAP squadrons engaged their countermeasures, and those that survived returned fire with the Questarian "Lancer" ASRAAMs. The "Lancer" was an extremely fast, but short range missile that burnt off all it's fuel within hardly any time, resulting in a maximum speed of mach 4 to effective ranges of approximately 12-32 km.

Six Years Ago, Mercury Island Chain
"Sir, artillery is awaiting orders."
Foster smiled.

"Tell them to open fire... coordinates A4, C14."

"Sir, that is the native village. There are no hostile-"

"Do it, trooper." Foster ordered harshly. There was to be no negotiation with these people. He had been ordered to take any step necessary to make the Mercury Island Chain a Questarian Territory. If that meant slaughtering a populace that could not talk his tongue, so be it.

"Sir... Artillery Section is refusing to open fire." the trooper reported.

"Then tell those bastards if they don't I'll go up there and shoot every single last one of them myself."

Not long later, the 155mm shells began to rain down.

Captain Foster stared into the eyes of the Doomingslandian Commander. He weighed up the odds - 600 of his own men against the 2000 odd inside the city. Their mission was of utmost importance, and if it failed, there would be more soldiers sent in. More men sent to their deaths. Foster decided to do the right thing for once in his life.

"I will never tell you anything, except my name, serial number, and rank.jh" He said, awaiting the Doomingslandian's response.

50 nm off Gibraltar, HMS Hermes

Admiral Fairham grinned as he watched the Pwnage vessels engage his with gunfire. By god they had picked the wrong Navy to mess with!

"Comms. Give orders to the Battleships to engage...this superdreadnought." Fairham tapped the largest Pwnage SD with his pipe. "Tell them to fire on my word only. Arms, ready our guns and tell the crew to fire on my word. For the escorts, engage Operation: Trafalgar. Navigation, set us about off the enemy fleet in broadside formation and standardise speet 30 knots. Long Comms, please inform the Praetonian Fleet we are engaging the enemy and beginning Operation: Trafalgar. Order Battlegroup: Crimson to join us."

His orders were carried out to the tee, after a chorus of "Aye sir!" echoed through the bridge.

Slowly, the guns of the fleet, 75 20" guns, 30 25", and 30 30" (recalculated) from the five Chieftain's, the Warspite, and the Hermes respectively, trained themselves on the enemy. Slowly and dramatically, flapping in the wind, the 6x6 "Fire at Will" flag raised itself from the Mainmast of the HMS Hermes and in unison, the guns roared. By the time the shells left their barrels by electro-magnetic coil assistance, the crews were well on their way to reloading the next. Within another three minutes the guns roared again.

In response to the order of Operation: Trafalgar, the Battleship Squadron, headed by the HMS Hermes, turned north, each ship flanked by a pair of DDNs, nad began to move away to the fleet, turning due north as the fleet itself began to head directly onto the Pwnage defenses.
(OOC: Remember what we said about the duel)

Backed up by a full salvo of high velocity sea skimmer ASM missiles from the Warspite and the Hermes, aimed entirely at the Pwnage battleships (Read; not the SD) the fleet began offensives maneouvres. Torpedoes from the submarines and destroyers created a wall in front of the Pwnage advance. The Frigates used their missiles to knock out the enemy counterparts, with a fair success rate, as the destroyers began supporting the offensives with their own ASMs. However, the enemy rate of fire was too great, and while no capital ship was sunk, a good number of destroyers were picked off, their CIWS systems either not being fast enough or their intercept missiles not effective.

Losses: 18 Frigates, 12 Destroyers

HMS Illustrious, behind the fleet
Planes were constantly taking off from the Illustrious; most of them interceptors, detailed for fleet defence. The crews of the battleship squadrons felt safer knowing that behind the roar of their high calibre guns, the thrusters of the Royal Navy Air Force [RNAF] L82 Hussars were patrolling the skies for enemy tangos. With ten squadrons (240) overhead the battleships, the HMS Illustrious concentrated it's remianing 160 aircraft over the destroyer fleet, while she let off her 50 or so fighter bombers to engage the enemy fleet. While her sister ship, the HMS Invincible did the same, the four fleet carriers with the battlegroup used entirely fighter-bomber loads.

[OOC: That's;
250 fighter bombers engaging your escorts with missiles and bombs,
480 aircraft defending the battleships
320 aircraft defending the destroyer/frigates
400 nuclear torpedoes spread for your fleet
6,000 high velocity sea skimmers (ill give stats on MSN) against the battleships
6,000 of the same missiles against your escorts]

ViZion City
Meanwhile, the Regiment, or what was left of it, was moving up, Lieutenant-General Green called Major Banton up to his position.

"Sir" he slapped a salute.

"Major. Take a company and look for the Praetonians..if you find them, give them this."

Green passed Banton a piece of paper with some words scrawled on it. Banton saluted again and said "Yes sir! We won't fail you!"

"Good" Green smiled, as Banton ran back and selected his troops. Only several streets down, the Airport lay waiting, it's aircraft a way out for the congressmen that could be hiding in the city. Green fanned his troops out, and slowly they began to advance into the airport.

Doomingsland

08-01-2006, 23:59

Foster's Interrogation

Vorenus stared at his captive intently, his piercing gaze attempting to see what sort of man he was. Something about him seemed to betray a sort of ruthlessness that reminded him of one of his own men. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he suspected that there was a good chance he and Foster had more in common than they realized.

His refusal to talk simply reinforced that. Vorenus simply shurgged his shoulders in response,

"Very well, captain, you leave me no choice," he said, then turning to one of the men at the entrance of the tent, "Legionary, instruct Decurion Quintus to take ten of the Questerians and kill them. Slowly," he smirked as he said the word 'slowly', knowing full well the horrific fate those poor bastards were going to suffer.

The bulky, faceless soldier saluted and exited the tent, running off towards the newly relocated POW corrall.

When in a wartorn city, one can find many ways to kill people in a slow, horrible way. In this case, Quintus really didn't need to use his imagination.

Prisoner Corral

The six-hundred bound Questerians were positioned within the shattered confines of a now roofless structure. It worked quite well for its purpose, as it still had four walls, however short they might be. The Century had been better redeployed to allow for an easier defense of the artillery section, meaning that less men were there to guard the prisoners.

They really didn't need any, since the Questerians would be unable to run away due to the way they were tied. That and the fact they had several machineguns trained on them and there was nowhere to hide.

Decurion Quintus, being the most sadistic man in the entire legion, probably, had been left to command the small force of guards. When the Legionary arrived to give him Vorenus' instructions, he was quite pleased. He would get to purge a few of the heathens, after all.

"Ten he says? Are you certain?" he asked the man, hoping he had mistated this and Vorenus had wanted him to kill twenty instead.

"Yes, sir. Kill them slowly, he says," responded the man robotically.

Quintus sighed. It would have to do for now.

"Alright, that will be all, Marcellus," he turned to a group of men under his command standing outside of the compound walls, "You men, take ten of the heathens and bring them to me."

Within a few minutes and after a bit of struggle, ten bound and blindfolded prisoners sat on their knees before Quintus, completely oblivious as to what was going on. He looked around for an entertaining way to kill them. Finding a twenty-foot high light post knocked over, the top shot away and fractured, forming a spear-like structure.

He grinned happily. Without saying a word, he pointed over towards the post.

Immediately two of the men got to work, drilling a hole five feet from the bottom and inserting a cross beam. With that section complete, he ordered the rest of the men to begin the execution. The prisoners were made to stand up in a straight line, front to back.

Three men stood behind them while a few more positioned the pole so that the sharp end faced them. It had been tied to an infantry fighting vehicle and a small, two-foot deep hole had been dug in front of it.

"Very well then, let's get on with it," said, smiling from behind his tinted visor.

The men behind the line rushed the group, shoving them forward. The first few men were easily impaled, screaming in agony as the steel pole was shoved through their stomachs. The men behind them began to catch on and tried to slip away, but were unable to get away due to the fact they were tied to the other men.

The soldiers continued to push, forcing the first men further along the pole of impalement and the rest of the men onto it. When all had been impaled, Quintus motioned for the driver of the Testudo IFV to which the pole had been tied to drive forward.

The slackened chain that had been fastened towards the pole began to tighten. As it slid along the ground, it hit the hole dug in front, causing the bottom to slide in. With this accomplished, the driver floored the vehicle, errecting the post upon which the prisoners had been impaled. Men began to slide down, screaming in pain, yelling for help, crying, or simply not saying anything at all. The man toward the bottom of the post slammed into the crossbeam, breaking both his ribcage and the falls of the other men.

When it was complete, it looked like a sishkabob of men.

Foster's Interrogation

They were easily close enough to hear the screams of the tortured, dying men. Vorenus knew this would be a good one. In order to hammer that he wasn't messing around, he would make sure Foster knew just what they were doing to his men.

"Let's go and see just how you made your men die, shall we, captain?" he said calmly without smiling. The two guards forced Foster onto his feet and dragged him out of the entrace, Vorenus trailing them.

The post was right outside of the tent, which was in relative close proximity to the other prisoners themselves.

Foster wouldn't be able to miss the gruesome sight.

"You see what you did to these men, captain? If you continue to refuse to answer, the rest of your men shall meet similar fates," Vorenus said harshly, nearly spitting into Foster's ear, "Face it: The rest of your puny army is doomed as it is. At least allow us to put a quick end to this battle before further blood is shed."

As he spoke, the helpless, impaled men writhed in agony on the pole. They wouldn't die for a bit. Until then, they would suffer greatly...

MassPwnage

09-01-2006, 03:05

The huge wave of Questarian ASMs sped towards the Pwnage fleet. Due to the proximity of the two fleets, the missiles and gunfire were detected right at launch, but the problem was going to be reaction time. As the missiles made their way towards the escorts, a huge wave of SAMs, rolling airframe missiles and large blast radius fuel air missiles came up from the Pwnage escorts, removing a great deal of the missiles outright, with some of the FAE missiles literally knocking Questerian anti-ship missiles into each other. But some missiles leaked through, heading for the Pwnage destroyers and battleships. CIWS took care of some, but still, some missiles hit the destroyers and frigates sitting on the outside of the Pwnage fleet perimeter. The missiles targeting the battleships were screened out by the Pwnage AA defense ships, but two battleships were sunk anyway after absorbing several missile hits each. The gunfire from the Questarians sank another 2 battleships and 4 cruisers as well as another dozen destroyers, and the incoming torpedos, although a great number of them were intercepted by ship and sub defenses, sank another 2 cruisers and 12 frigates as well as one of the arsenal ships in the middle of the Pwnage fleet, which made for a great fireworks show as it exploded into chunks.

In the air, Pwnage airplanes taking off from carriers, as well as the UCAV CAP already in the air responded immediately to the Questarian planes as the cruisers and destroyers below began to shell the carriers with GPS and IR guided shells and railgun slugs, hoping to render the flight decks on the carriers useless. The initial volley of Questarian AAMs did nothing because the Pwnage planes were already well out of the range of the missiles. In response though, the hundreds of ASF-08s, CAP UCAVs and ASF-06s in the air fired long range AAMs at the planes over the opposing fleet, the close ranges making it impossible for the enemy planes to escape, especially as most of the missiles were moving at mach 6 thanks to their ramjet powered engines. Still, more Pwnage destroyers and frigates on the ground were sent to the bottom by Questarian munitions.

Some of the planes in the air, having been given directions from the Pwnage ships vectoring the nuclear torpedos back to their source, fired air launched supercavitating torpedos at the submarines below the water. The torpedos would fly in air for most of their flight time before entering the water at a shallow angle. Then, the active sonars on them would turn on briefly, just for a second, before their rocket engines started up again towards their targets, LIDAR guiding them the rest of the way. Mean reaction time against the air launched SUCAVs was under 5 seconds. Also, bomber UCAVs and strike craft overhead began to launch these same air launched SUCAVs against the Questerian ships.

The fleet in the waters below began responding to the attacks. The battleships began to loft their shells and anti-ship missiles at the Questerian capital ships, especially their battleships, while the Pwnage arsenal ships fired a massive salvo of supersonic anti-ship missiles at the Questarian escorts. They were joined by sea skimming missile volleys from the Pwnage subs, who also fired groupings of 1000mm keelbreaker torpedos at the Questarian air defense ships. The two Pwnage Superdreadnoughts started bombarding the Questarian superdreadnoughts at the rate of 120 24 inch HE-AP shells (2 shells a minute per gun) a minute, each of the shells guided by radar and and infrared sensors in its nose, so that it could adjust its course and not miss the enormous Questarian ships. Along with the shells, the Superdreadnoughts began firing volley after volley of anti-ship missiles at the Warspite and Hermes. The missiles began wrapping around the ships, attacking them from every angle.

~*~*~

MassPwnage:

"Oh shit... Sarzonians.... Close too..." Rebecca shook her head.

"We have the first fleet group and home guard reserves for you to use against them, as well as the third fleet group in Diego Garcia." replied the defense minister, Blood N. Guts (not his real name) over the telephone.

"Alright sir... I'm moving the first and third fleet groups to Australia to join up with Tyrandisian forces."

From Singapore harbor, the first fleet group began moving south... they would be arriving in a few days to join up with the Tyrandisian units off of Australia....

Kahanistan

09-01-2006, 08:56

Coast of ViZion, about 150 km west of ViZion City

The Kahanistan transport fleet was devastated, only about 70,000 of the 400,000 dispatched troops actually made landfall, the others blown up in their boats or scattered to the seas. The Doomies would have their hands full capturing these soldiers, as they would likely be forced to kill them, shooting them rather than impaling or otherwise torturing the troops to death. The average Republic Guard would pull a combat knife or waterproofed pistol and be shot rather than be captured by the Doomies... or Pwnage troops they feared would hand them over to the Doomies.

The 70,000 survivors moved toward the nearest Congressional base, hoping to be supplied and notify the Congressional forces that tens of thousands of their troops were washed to sea.

Meanwhile, the Kahanistan Navy's surviving warships at ViZion had largely beached themselves, about three battleships and nine cruisers were left. They could shoot until they ran out of ammunition. Admiral Gottfried and the other admirals joined the Republic Guards moving in, each vessel's own captain was now commanding what amounted to a mini-fortress thick with missiles and guns.

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Coast of Kahanistan

Admiral Nazmareh's fleet was down to about 50% strength. They, too, were beginning to beach themselves along the coastline, but the surviving battleships had been dispatched to try to get through the Pwnage fleet, hoping to sink themselves in the Suez to prevent reinforcements from arriving. She advised the Kahanistan Defense Ministry and Velkyan fleet commander of her plan.

Nazmareh's cruisers and destroyers fired on the Pwnage destroyers with all they had, submarines continued to pour ungodly numbers of anti-ship missiles into the Super Dreadnaughts from underneath, and they hoped to hold the enemy fleet long enough for their secret weapon to be deployed.

Doomingsland

10-01-2006, 00:48

OOC:Are you still RPing the B-52s launching off the carriers? Let me know and I'll edit appropriately.

Imperial III Fleet, 200 Miles Off Italy

The incoming Tommahawk missiles would find the anti-missile defenses more than adeqeute to counter the seemingly ancient, sub-sonic cruise missiles. The Scutum anti-missile systems, coupled with the JERICHO Fleet Air Defense Systems, quickly engaged the vulnerable, slow moving enemy missiles, which were detected with out much trouble. Thousands of Sea Pilum missiles rocketed out of their box launchers that had been mounted in tandemn with the seven-barreled 30mm gattling cannons being used as CIWS.

The primitive missiles stood little chance against the advanced Imperial missiles, which plucked them from the skies with little difficulty. The fleet, warry of the enemy's big guns, made a point of coming no further, staying out of range of the enemy's naval artillery.

As if that weren't enough, the enemy air units faced similar opposition. With four Helldawg V-class supercarriers already having a total of 160 ACI-73Bs each along with appropriate AWACS to allow for easy defense of the fleet, the enemy's vastly more primitive force would be facing technology that may have seemed eons out of reach.

Powerful RADAR systems mounted on the ships and AWACS illuminated the enemy fighters and bombers with ease, relaying their positions to the fighters. The stealthy Aquilas, which had managed to evade Praetonian RADAR, equipment more advanced that that of the Kahanistanis, would most likely have little trouble in evading enemy RADAR.

The fighters closed to engage the enemy aircraft with medium range missiles, launching from 160 kilometers out and quickly retreating. With over five hundred fighters launching six missiles each, the Kahanistanis had well over one thousand missiles headed towards their air armada.

Admiral Meridius smirked as he watched the utter decimation of the Kahanistani fleet on the LCD monitors stacked throughout the bridge. This would be a victory that would be remembered for ages to come. With what remained of the opposing fleet beached on the shore, it would be a slaughter.

"Finish them," he commanded with a sardonic smile.

The entire fleet's complment of naval artillery trained on what was left of the once-mighty Kahanistani fleet. Without the Admiral even giving the word, several hundred Mk. 71 naval guns of varrying caliber belched out fire in one mighty barrage.

Each one fired in rapid succession, spitting out at least ten rounds each at varrying rates of fire before the bombardment finally died down. What damage that could be done to the enemy fleet had been done, and most effeciently at that.

The battle had lasted less than an hour, almost unthinkable when compared to the damage done. This was only the begining. The Kahanistani ground units would soon find themselves under horrendous pressure from Imperial naval artillery and cruise missiles.

Kahanistan

10-01-2006, 11:53

(B-52's are now taking off from the Air Force bases on the mainland. I didn't like being drawn into an argument.)

The surviving Kahanistan ground commanders and their troops were nearly at a known Congressional base (OOC: the one next to the 'L' in 'Meridionale' in the southern tip of the map) where they hoped to regroup, share intelligence with the ViZion Congressional forces, and help the pro-democracy troops.

The Kahanistan warships were now little more than tin cans with big guns on them. They fired back on the Doom fleet for as long as they still had ammunition and troops to fire it, then their orders were to retreat to the nearest Congressional Forces naval base. Many of their troops were floating in the sea, and search-and-rescue operations were becoming critical.

Meanwhile, the Kahanistan Air Force took far heavier losses than it had expected, the B-52's, being slower than the MiG's escorting them, took most of the hits and almost the only bombs dropped on the Doom fleet were the single bombs that each MiG carried. They fired air-to-air missiles on the Doom warplanes, but it remained to be seen how effective they would be...

Admiral Nazmareh decided to give the order to launch the Kahanistan secret weapons. After the AMF invasion, Amestria had given Kahanistan 10 N2's and 20 EMP bombs. The EMP bombs were affixed to Kahanistan ICBM's, but the Republic Guard was still trying to figure out how to reverse-engineer the N2. Five EMP bombs targeted each of four separate targets: The MassPwnage fleet decimating the Kahanistan and Velkyan Navies, the Doom fleet at ViZion, the blockade at the Gibraltar Straits, and the capital of Doomingsland itself.

Twenty Peacekeeper ICBM's with EMP bombs attached screamed out of the surviving missile silos, along with 60 other Peacekeepers with no warhead attached at all to draw the fire of Doom anti-ICBM defenses. That should be enough to scuttle their fleet badly enough for our allies to get in, thought the Admiral as she smiled grimly, waiting for Intel to tell her what had happened where the missiles struck. It's not normally our policy to target population centers, but we're just shutting off the power, it's not like we're killing civilians, which is more than I can say for them.

Nazmareh had heard that many Doom warships were EMP-hardened, but so was the Kahanistan Super-Dreadnaught that had recently been commissioned. And where is it now? I just heard it was being built on some island somewhere, in a secret underground facility. Now the research project head, some Admiral, is commanding troops in Psyker Bearzerkers. What is our military coming to?

Doomingsland

10-01-2006, 22:56

OOC:Kahanistan, your last post has me kinda confused...you said you launched five EMP bombs, yet you launched 20 ICBMs with EMP bombs attached to them. Which is it?

Naval Battle

The Kahanistani warplanes would find themselves shooting at shadows when engaging the Imperial fighters with air-to-air missiles. Their more primitive tracking systems, most likely incapable of detecting the stealthy Aquilas at range, had a most disheartening time trying to find something to hit.

The Aquilas, which had already gotten away from their launch points, were already far back by the time enemy missiles arrived at the areas they had fired from. As a result, the enemy's tracking systems weren't able to pick up on the fighters.

Of course, the fighters had already expended all of their ammunition, meaning that they'd be unable to assist until they rearmed. This could have allowed what was left of the Kahanistani aircraft to close the gap and hit the carriers as they began to take on aircraft. That could have been the case had it not been for the Imperial Fleet's superb air defense network.

The enemy aircraft, which were being tracked practically the whole battle by Imperial RADARs, would soon have a rather large barrage of missiles headed straight for them.

Upon coming within two hundred miles of the fleet, way out of range of Kanahistani bombs, Imperial RIM-225 Apostle II surface-to-air missiles exploded out of their launch boxes aboard the air defense destroyers, cruising towards their targets at speeds in excess of mach four.

The missiles, with gas nozzles and 3D thrust vectoring aiding in maneuverability, they would have little difficulty in hitting the targets, illuminated by multiple ship-based RADARs. If that wasn't enough, the missiles' own tracking systems would be more than adequete in homing in on the enemy fighters.

With over eight hundred missiles launched at a tiny Kahanistani force, one could easily guess the result...

The enemy fleet, if one still called it that, now reduced to using their guns, would find their armament horribly inadeqeute in harming the Imperial fleet, which was well beyond the effective range of their guns.

With the beached enemy fleet no longer posing much of a real threat, the fleet switched targets. The enemy ground force outnumbered the total number of Imperial personel on the ground considerably, and the High Command didn't like that one bit. As a result, the fleet's big guns trained on the Congressional base the Kahanistanis had hunkered down in.

Hundreds of guns of varrying caliber began to thunder about the Imperial fleet, pouring forth well over 3,000 shells in ten minutes. The ordnance, GPS guided high explosive rounds as well as Sarin-laced shells, targetted the entire base, spreading the bombardment nice and even over it, ensuring escape would be nearly impossible. This bombardment would continue for at least an hour, hopefully killing of wounding the majority of the enemy force.

Amestria

12-01-2006, 06:47

Official Announcement from the Amestrian Ministry of Foreign Affairs

The State of Amestria declares its neutrality in the current ViZion conflict. It shall offer asylum and refugee status to any ViZion citizen fleeing the conflict.

[signed]
Dominique de Villepin, The Honorable Minister of Foreign Affairs

SECRET IC

The State of Amestria,
Central Amestrian Mountains,
Continuance of Government Facility,
War Room

The Amestrian Government had been watching the ViZion situation closely. Although it backed the Congressional Forces, Amestria was officially neutral owing to the current domestic political climate (elections being right around the corner).

“It is so frustrating,” intoned President Boon as he gazed over the War Room’s computer map of ViZion. “This happening in our backyard right when we are unable to jump in.”

Amestria had just pulled its Military forces out of Torontia and if President Boon where to ask for Parliamentary approval to the aid the Congressional forces his request would be rejected.

Senior General of the Armies Aaron Bradley assessed the situation. “Kahanistan is getting clobbered. Their fleet off Italy has been obliterated… The Kahanistanian and Velkyan fleets in the Red Sea stand a chance as they are receiving aid from the Sarzonians and Whyatica… The situation on the ground remains quite confused. The capital has become a war-zone and we have no idea which side controls what instillations…”

Boon was depressed. “I feel so impotent. Did you hear what the Communist Party is whispering in dark corners? They claim I ordered for troops to be deployed into Torontia while stoned, an utter lie…”

General of the Armies Louis Armstrong interjected. “Mr. President, you have spoken to Kasumi Liscel and the Vice President?”

“Yes, Liscel and Curie, although both have said nothing publicly, they agree privately that Amestria should intervene as soon as the new Government is established.”

Senior Full General Bradley continued. “Doomingsland is attempting to establish a blockade of ViZion in an attempt to starve the Congressional forces…”

Full General Armstrong once again interjected. “Well, a blockade should have no effect upon our ability to deploy forces.”

Senior Full General Bradley continued. “Yes… Mr. President, although we must remain neutral until the formation of a new Government, I suggest we contact a third party to prepare Northern ViZion for intervention.”

“Make it so Senior Full General.”

Banduria

13-01-2006, 16:55

Official Imperial Transmission
To: Doomingsland, MassPwnage, President Villain
Encryption: Pad cipher

Greetings! We of the Imperium of Banduria have been following this conflict and we will be sending aid to defend you from the "Congressional" terrorists and their allies in the corrupt states of Sarzonia and its henchmen. Imperial fleets are currently en route towards Italy to help defend it against the attacks directed by the enemies of true justice.

Honour, Blood, and Death~
Lucius I
Emperor of the Holy Imperium of Banduria

Long ago, the Imperium had learned the true value of silent deployments and the Orwellian concept of "War is Peace". A massive mobilization in peacetime was easily noticed by enemy forces and prepared for accordingly. But in wartime, no-one would miss a few extra ships being outfitted and sent off to battle. For that reason, the Imperium was always—whether in the minds of its citizens alone, or truthfully—at war. Imperial Navy fleets were constantly departing for some distant shore escorting thousands of Legionnaires, all pawns in a much larger game.

Currently the Imperium was launching a massive invasion of Czardas, dedicating over 1,900 combat ships and 10,000 aircrafts to the battle. Thus, the deployment after a week or so of another, smaller fleet in the same direction went virtually unnoticed... that is, until the fleet appeared to turn towards the Straits of Gibraltar.

Archon Antonin Duheyev was the commander of the Imperial forces relegated to ViZion. He was a spare, thin man, used to battle and a veteran of dozens of wars. He commanded a force with enough firepower to destroy anything short of a Grand Naval Armada, and a Praetonian or Sarzonian one at that. True, Duheyev would be engaging navies of both established superpowers... but perhaps it was time another name was put up on the superpower list?

Long ago, the archon had resolved to make Banduria into a naval and aerial superpower. It was primarily due to Duheyev's planning that the IF-23 had been replaced with the more efficient and better IF-24; Duheyev had commissioned the grand flagship of the entire Imperial Navy, the HIS Decius Aurelius, now leading operations in the Czardaian theatre; Duheyev too had been almost single-handedly responsible for increasing Banduria's national defence budget from under $12 trillion to almost $20 trillion a year for the Imperial Army alone. Now he was leading one of the new fleets built in his own time to a decisive battle that, to his mind at least, could alter the course of history...

His fleet had reached the strait by now. Within half an hour they were passing into the Mediterranean, showing up on enemy screens... bound for ViZion.

[ooc: Someone mentioned some kind of a situation at Gibraltar earlier. Is that still going on, or what? If so, let me know as soon as possible... like now...

Breakdown: Imperial Amphibious Task Force 'Holy Defiance'
1x Azaron-class Command Super Dreadnaught (x76 air complement)
2x Monarch-class Super Dreadnaught (x88 air complement)
24x Demon-class Battleship (x12 UAV air complement)
36x Firestorm-class Heavy Cruiser (x6 UAV air complement)
50x Nightbane-class Cruiser
180x Chaos-class Destroyer
100x Severance-class Frigate
100x Darkgate-class Attack/Stealth Frigate (x8 helicopter complement)
200x Lernea-class SSGN
100x Dominis-class SSBN
4x Nessie-class Super Carrier (x336 air complement)
3x Seafoam-class Carrier (x134 air complement)

Total Surface Ship Assets (discounting transport, logistics, etc.): 500
Total Submersible Ship Assets: 300
Total Naval Ship Assets: 800
Total Aerial Assets: 3,302

Air assets breakdown (Nessie-class carriers) x4
50x IF-24A air superiority fighters
48x IF-24C escort fighters
36x IF-24D interceptors
36x IF-24E multirole fighters
8x IF-24V stealth fighters
6x ICA-3 AWACS
36x IA-71B attack bombers
30x IA-71F attack fighter-bombers
28x IF-19C light escort fighters
10x IB/X-21 VTOL stealth bombers
40x IU-1 UAVs
8x IU-2E hypersonic UCAVs (Mach 5+)

Air assets breakdown (Seafoam-class carriers) x3
20x IF-24A air superiority fighters
18x IF-24C escort fighters
12x IF-24D interceptors
10x IF-24E multirole fighters
20x IA-71F attack fighter-bombers
20x IF-19C light escort fighters
6x IB/X-21 stealth bombers
28x IU-1 UAVs

Air assets breakdown (Azaron-class SDN)
24x IF-24D interceptors
24x IF-24E multirole fighters
10x IA-71F attack fighter-bombers
2x IA-71B attack bombers
5x IB/X-21 VTOL stealth bombers
1x IB/X-21V modified stealth bombers
10x IU-1 UAVs

Air assets breakdown (Monarch-class SDN) x2
20x IF-24D interceptors
20x IF-24E multirole fighters
12x IA-71F attack fighter-bombers
24x IF-19C light escort fighters
12x IU-1 UAVs

]

Southeastasia

14-01-2006, 08:20

Neo sighed as he watched the stream of information flow from satellite reconnaissance photographs.

Yet ANOTHER bastion of freedom and democracy falls prey to totalitarianism and extremism. he thought, First SkyCapt, Torontia....too many to list, right now it's ViZion? I'm sure glad I haven't been corrupted by power.

General Jared Ka-Wing Lau, the Chief of the Army, the Imperator Rubhar and the Air Marshall and Admiral of the Navy were present, standing up and in the War Room. All lights were off, albeit the table, which had part of it's surface retracted and a rectangular computer screen that gave off a blue glow.

"Prime Minister Neo," said the Imperator, "our armed forces are still tied up in the War of Allegiance - "

"So we cannot help the Congressionalist forces." the founder of the Union finished for the high ranking military official. "I'll declar neutrality, but I still believe we can aid in other ways....though unfortunately, I can't think of one at the moment. But I know there are."

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Official Statement by the Prime Minister of the United Sovereign Nations of Southeast Asia, Yao Yang Nelson Neo
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Greetings to All Parties Concerned,

As the Honorable Dominique de Villepin, the State of Amestria's Minister of Foreign Affairs has stated, I declare the United Sovereign Nations of Southeast Asia's stance to be neutral.

Any citizens of ViZion that seek refuge from their nation's civil war, now an international conflict thanks to foreign states deciding to back either the President of ViZion or the ViZion Congress, is welcomed by myself, on behalf of the people of the Union of Southeast Asian Nations.

Sincerely,
His Leadership,
Prime Minister of the United Sovereign Nations of Southeast Asia
Yao Yang Nelson Neo

imported_ViZion

14-01-2006, 08:35

Message from President Villian

Any ViZionarian seen attempting to flee the country will be shot on sight. If alive, they will recieve their due, and if dead, their bodies will be experimented on.

Do not coax these people to their death by making them believe you will save them, when indeed you only will bring death to them.

President Villian,
Emperor of the New Imperial ViZion

The Mormon State

16-01-2006, 10:30

Offical Message from TMS headquarters in Provo,

We frown upon this action greatly. We are willing to send in aid. I will be launching a Carrier Task force to insure that your civilians are treated fairly. If treated unfairly The Mormon State Goverment will have no choice but to rally suport to attack you and put a end to this. This is unacceptable and will not be upheld.

This is your warning to watch yourself.

Signed Mr Ansell The Mormon State President.

Banduria

17-01-2006, 16:04

[-:bump:-]

Where is everyone?

MassPwnage

17-01-2006, 16:59

ooc: Quick post right now. At school right now, and I'm VERY busy IRL. And Velkya, remember what we talked about over AIM.

The Kahanistani EMPs made not much of a dent. With only 60 odd ICBMs against a massive fleet and radars/SAMs designed to intercept ballistic missiles, anything short of saturation bombardment (which this certainly wasn't) would do right about fuck nothing. Every single one of the "secret weapons" (of which MP had a ton of anyway) was blown out of the sky like cheap tissue paper. As the shards of the Kahanistani ICBMs fell to Earth, the Pwnage fleet, which just had turned the Velkyan fleet into wreckage, began to bring up its full firepower on the remains of the Kahanistani fleet in the Gulf of Aqba. Shells, railgun slugs, and anti-ship missiles began flying anew towards the Kahanistani fleet, while the Pwnage surface attack UCAVs fired long ranged runway cratering missiles at Kahanistani airbases to prevent any more planes from taking off.

In the meantime, the Kahanistani battleship that were trying to sink themselves in the Suez came under fire from the lead air CAP elements of the incoming First Rapid Reaction Army. A few of them were destroyed outright, although a couple of them managed to sink themselves at the mouth of the Suez. Luckily though, the 2nd fleet group had plenty of Engineering capability.

Macisikan

18-01-2006, 00:00

Southeastasia

18-01-2006, 10:10

Public Transmission to President Villain

Dear Mr. President,

I don't wish bad things to befall you or good things. I have said that my nation is neutral. You have enough opposition backing the ViZion Congress, and if you drag in enough countries into this conflict, Doomingsland, Roach-Busters, Banduria and MassPwnage cannot save themselves let alone yourself. Please, my colleagues in the government and the majority of the people for that matter possess a neutral stance and do not want conflict with your militaries.

Yours Truly,
His Leadership,
Prime Minister of the United Sovereign Nations of Southeast Asia
Yao Yang Nelson Neo

Kahanistan

18-01-2006, 21:21

Air Force bases near Al-Qamar, Kahanistan

The Kahanistan early-warning missile defense system kicked in. The bases fired hundreds of Patriot SAM's and other missiles to intercept the incoming Pwnage missiles. Kahanistan's Minister of Defense had sworn not to lose this war, the nation could simply not take defeat after the disastrous losses to AMF.

Most of the missiles were destroyed in flight, but the ones that slipped by were sufficient to severely damage the runways. A bulldozer unit was busy plowing up some of the sand to create extra makeshift unpaved runways. Another fleet of Kahanistan warplanes that had been prepared to launch were delayed by an estimated twelve hours, but all hell would break loose once they got up and running.

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Kahanistan fleet, Gulf of Aqba

Admiral Nazmareh's face darkened as the fleet started losing warship after warship. Where is that Super Dreadnaught? She was also dismayed that relatively few of the ICBM's had hit home, despite there being three dummies for every EMP bomb. Well, there are five EMP bombs and fifteen dummies being fired on them... at least one EMP must have slipped through. Her own command battleship was not affected, so she figured they must have hit the farther portions of the enemy fleet.

"Fire all anti-shipping missiles at their destroyers." With that order, the Admiral hoped to sink the Pwnage destroyers, enabling the Kahanistan attack submarines to destroy the Super Dreadnaughts and other battleships unopposed. With the enemy's command ship likely paralyzed by the EMP strike, the tide of battle would change for the better.

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Najaster, Capital of Kahanistan

Kahanistan Vice President Abd al-Karim bin Hassan ordered all civilians to take emergency measures. Throughout the nation, the Republic Guards who were not quelling the anti-Amestrian rioters were giving out NBC suits to civilians to protect them. Many already had suits from the Ottoman and Freekish wars, but some had foolishly thrown them out after the end of hostilities. Civilians relocated to bomb shelters (any facility more than ten floors below ground qualified as a bomb shelter under Kahanistan Civil Defense doctrines) and brought in whatever supplies they had to augment the siege provisions.

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Congressional Base, ViZion

The NBC-wearing Kahanistan troops noticed gas shells being fired and sent a distress call out to the Congressional forces and allies.

"This is Admiral Horst Gottfried, Kahanistan Republic Navy. We are in a Congressional base, with about 50,000 troops under fire from Doomingsland naval forces. Current known casualty figures are nearly 1,000 dead and over 3,000 wounded. We require immediate relief. The enemy is deploying gas shells as well as other munitions. Over."

He repeated the distress call while Kahanistan troops holed up in the lower levels of the base, waiting for the enemy to attack them and be routed.

Praetonia

20-01-2006, 21:26

Praetonian Front Lines - 12th Royal Dragoons,
ViZion City

Lucius Vitellius, Second Lieutenant in #2 Company, His Majesty's 12th Royal Dragoons, looked through down an empty street. A minor member of one of the noble Praetonian families, it was a fairly ornate instrument; a gift from his father. Despite the quality of the glass he saw nothing, for there was nothing there. Dusk was all that encroached upon his lines and the end of the street his position overlooked was becoming less and less visible.

"What news, sir?" Asked Sergeat Williamson. Lieutenant Vitellius made a start before he realised it was just a scout party he had sent out earlier in the day.

"Nothing much, Sergeant. The radio is work at last, but we are ordered simply to stay here." Command had told him much more than that, of course. They had told him that his position was to form part of an outermost circle of defences, supported by a second further back and 'Flying Bridgades' that would reinforce any points of contact rapidly. This information, as interesting as it was, he had deemed unnecessary for a mere Sergeant. "What of your patrols?"

"Similar news, Sir. We moved at least a half mile into No-Man's-Land and saw no trace of the enemy. Will you be stationing piquets in the houses tonight, Sir?"

"Yes, yes. Of course," the Lieutenant replied dismissively, although he admitted to himself that it had quite slipped his mind and that he would probably have forgotten otherwise. "Rustle up some volunteers, will you?"

"'Sir," the Sergeant replied and entered the house to gather names. Whoever volunteered would be the first in the firing line and the best real hope of the men in the houses preventing an ambush in the night.

The Lieutenant shiverred. It was almost dark now and it would be a cold night. The houses looked dull and forboding, casting massive shadows over the already darkened streets. Praetonian troops had enterred all the houses nearby, ordered the ViZionians living therein to flee as far as they could go or at least to the rear lines and turned off all the lights to prevent their positions being sillouetted against a bright sky. The street lamps, lacking any immediately obvious mechanism of turning them off, had been shot out. The streetlamps had been left in working order in No-Man's-Land, but the houses themselves were still kept dark to conceal the inevitable patrols and piquets.

"I do hope the Congressionals hurry up," he said to no one in particular, before adding, as if to spur fate into action, "then again, it wouldn't do to miss all the fighting."

"I dont think there's any need to be worried about that," said a passing Private with a friendly smile. In normal circumstances the Lieutenant would have treated this as insubordination, but noting the circumstances, he simply smiled back. It would be a long night.

The Streets of ViZion City

The Rooks had been zipping up and down the streets behind Praetonian lines for hours now. They had successfully ascertained that there was nothing particularly dangerous in any of them, but they had also failed to locate the Congressional HQ.

"How much longer do we keep this up, Sarge?" Asked an impatient Corporal.

"As long as it takes, and nothing less than that," he snapped back. The Rooks had stopped to examine their maps, and would soon be splitting into groups of three since their recce mission had not exactly been going to plan.

"They have to be around here somewhere. We've just got to keep lookin', that's all," the Sergeant went on, speaking as much to himself as to his Section, but it sounded convincing enough. "We'll have them by morning - you have my word."

"Sir!" Shouted one of the machinegunners, pointing. A string of troops were silouetted against a building. Machineguns whirled into place before their gunners adjusted to their precise aim.

"Do not fire until I give the order!" Shouted a gruff Captain, unsheathing his sword in the cupola of a Command Rook. "Foreign troops! Advance and be identified!" For they were not Praetonians. They didnt have the uniforms for it, nor did they have the rifles. In fact, they were Questerians.

[OOC: 1) Can Questers respond to this bit about our forces linking up.

2) Can whoever is now playing the ViZion Congressional forces link up with my troops in some way so we can keep this RP moving...]

Doomingsland

21-01-2006, 01:05

Approaching Praetonian Lines, XIV Reconaisance Turmae

A Vizionarian woman, cradling her baby, standing in the rubble watched as a group of armored men carrying futuristic-looking weapons, their faces hidden behind black visors, passed by, waving

Decarion Kaeso Valerius strolled along side the moving Velite armored car, his armor clanking. His HUD was constantly being updated with friendly troop movements, areas where they thought the enemy was. It was of no consulation to the recon troopers, since they'd end up being the ones to find out where the enemy really was.

As of that moment, they had a vague idea of where the Praetonians and Questerians where. It wasn't much. Everyone already knew the first men to make contact would most likely get slaughtered. The men of XIV Turmae knew this as well. But, being the good soldiers of God they were, they took it like men.

Everybody's gotta' die sometime, Valerius had told his men before the op had begun.

He tensely gripped his DR-31 assault rifle as he stepped over the ruble-littered moonscape that was once a city. He raised his right hand, clenched in a fist, and took a knee, motioning for his men and the vehicle to halt in place. He had three men plus the Velite under his immediate command. It definately wasn't alot. There were four other such teams within his unit, enough to hold their own...for awhile, at least.

Valerius, taking data from his thermal receiver (the sight being projected onto his HUD rather than he wearing a clunky set of goggles), had thought he had seen something. Legionary Gnaeus Berria, his designated marksman, moved low towards his commander.

Valerius motioned for his comrade to check up ahead with his scope.

Shouldering the weapon and staring through, he at first saw nothing. Well, until he saw a big plume of smoke as a Aquila anti-tank missile shot out from the Praetonian line.

They had no time to react as the missile collided with their armored car, easily trashing the lightly armored wheeled vehicle and sending it flying twenty feet into the air and killing two of the team members, sending Valerius and Berria sprawling off to the side. Immediately the area was lit up with a dense pattern of small arms fire as Praetonian machinegunners began to fire bursts at the men now taking cover, tracers piercing the vale of darkness.

Valerius would appear surpisingly calm to a foreigner, simply examining the chamber of his weapon as bullets impacted the shattered wall upon which he leaned up against. ”Well, Gnaeus, I think we found them,” he shouted over the racket as several rounds cut the air just inches above his head.

Berria seemed alright, but he didn't see any of the rest of his men.

The sniper crouched up a bit from the rubble, simultaneously shouldering his DRS-78 designated marksman rifle. It didn’t take more than a second for a Praetonian gunner to spot the new target, and put a burst right through his head. The scene was spectacular: three rounds tore through the Legionary’s visor milliseconds after the others, exploding out the back of his head, spraying sparks, blood, and brain tissue all over the ground behind him.

He stumbled back, taking a few in the vest and collapsed. He had been dead with the first bullet, yet even in death he had refused to go down immediately.

Although he had known this man since they were children, his death didn’t visibly affect the hardened soldier. He had seen this all before many, many times. With the recon screen engaged fully by Praetonian prepared positions, everyone knew that they had found the heathen army. That meant that they would soon be suffering far more than the Doomingslanders.

Already Kaeso heard the ominous high-pitched screaming of inbound shells…

Imperial Artillery Positions, Outskirts of ViZion City

It had not taken long for Imperial tube artillery to respond to the newly located Praetonian lines. The eighty or so self-propelled guns had commenced fire as soon as the command had been given, shelling all along the enemy line and further in, firing off a total of ten rounds within a mere minute.

The flames from the firing guns lit up the night sky, cutting a swathe through the darkness, making for a brilliant display. Rapidly, after each shot, a new round was shoved into the beach of the howitzer tubes, and quickly fired off again. It was all over quite quickly.

Heading down range were 152mm thermobaric shells. These deadly examples of fine Imperial ordnance were perfect for the kind of fighting going on within Vizion City: urban warfare. Because the shells relied on a flammable gas for the main detonation, this allowed for them to kill units within buildings because the gas would seep through windows and doors.

Anything caught within the actual blast would have been totally incinerated. If one was merely in the radius, one would literally be crushed like an aluminum can from the horrific overpressure that followed. If that didn’t kill you, the fact that all of the oxygen had been sucked out of the air most likely would.

Fearing enemy retaliation, the artillery began to move once more at full speed. Enemy counter-battery RADAR had no doubt picked up on their position by now…

Meanwhile, Imperial mechanized infantry and heavy armor began a rapid advance towards enemy positions. They would be responsable for finishing off what was left of the Praetonians unfortunate enough to be manning the defensive positions. Wary of tank hunter teams, they would make plenty of use of infantry support. Their electric reactive armor would also hopefully hold up against Praetonian ATGMs...

Gyrobot

21-01-2006, 01:34

Non Secret IC:

In the midst of the chaos, Gyrobot receive reports of the Kahastanian fleet being pounded by the Doomingslad and Praetonia fighting off the enemy on land but that was of little concern. Gyrobot has to send humanitarean aid to the refugee camps and to do that he is send about 40 hercules planes containing food, water and building materials to the civilians. He ordered them to head off to aid the ViZionarian refugees. Meanwhile Gyrobot sent an message to the nations

"This Gyrobot Lenster, as you can see. A civil war has eurupted in Vizion which while the sovereignty remains of a petty issue to us the refugees displaced by the blood being shed in an attempt to establish an facist nation. We will be sending aircraft carrying food and water and various items for the displaced. Do not shoot our planes down and do not intervene unless you are pledging your hand in the humanitarean support

From Gyrobot Lenster"

Secret IC:

After that is established he called for a small squadron of F/22 aircraft to attack the planes, what they are going to do is send supplies over but halfway through they will cause a bit of "Disturbance" Which will drop the loads to the naval forces of Kahastanian and resupplying the fleet. With that they have taken off and prepare to aid the forces of freedom.

MassPwnage

22-01-2006, 03:33

Gulf of Aqba:

"What a bunch of simpering morons...." The Kahanistani fleet kept firing wave after wave of anti-shipping missiles at the Pwnage destroyers, hoping to kill them off. It was obviously not working. The AA cruisers and air defense ships behind the destroyers, were easily destroying the oncoming waves of Kahanistani ordnance before it even got anywhere close to the destroyers. When a missile slipped through, the destroyers used their own air defense weapons to engage it. Meanwhile, the asbolutely pathetic Kahanistani EMPs managed to only disable a few frigates and patrol boats, which could be quickly repaired, since their systems were EMP hardened.

The entire Pwnage fleet continued to fire upon the Kahanistani naval units in the Gulf of Aqba, the submarines now joining in with their own guided missiles. Some of the submarines started firing super long ranged torpedos into the Kahanistani submarines, while signaling bomber UCAVs to fire air launched supercavitating torpedos at their locations. Since the Kahanistani fleet was offering less and less resistance though, some of the Pwnage ships began breaking off to fire on Kahanistani port facilities in order to prevent their future use.

Of course, all of this was getting tiring. The coup de grace to the Kahanistani fleet was delivered by a group of five heavy arsenal ships in the center of the fleet. Four waves of 6000 missiles each came up from the arsenal ships. Three of those waves would skim at 5 meters above sea level and come at what was left of the Kahanistani fleet from three sides while the fourth wave would wait until the other three waves had hit. If the Kahanstani fleet was destroyed, then the missiles in that wave would shift their targets to Kahanistani hospitals, where those injured in the previous Pwnage strike were being rushed. If not, then whatever was necessary to finish off the Kahanistani fleet would peel off while the rest continued along their merry way. These missiles would penetrate through the hospitals and into the ground, detonating only when they stopped moving. This way, they could collapse the hospital above, while doing as much damage as possible to bomb shelters below.

Then, the preliminary engineering assessment came along. It would take at least 48 hours to remove the sunken Kahanistani battleships at the mouth of the Suez.

For the Pwnage military, that tore it. The Kahanistanis were going to pay the price for resisting.

The Pwnage battleships and superdreadnoughts turned their guns towards the gigantic cities of Kahanistan and fired.

The order came over the fleet intercom system.

"Use the Doomish procedure..."

HEAT shells from the big guns of the 2nd fleet group slammed into the ground. The gigantic 20 and 24 inch HEAT shells would bore a small, but exceptionally deep hole into the ground, certainly deep enough to punch a hole in a Kahanistani bomb shelter. Following the HEAT shells were shells that would spray a highly toxic, flammable and corrosive gas into the shelters and the ventilation systems. They would attack the air filters of the ventilation systems in the shelters. Then, a few minutes later, the Pwnage ships would fire into the holes fuel-air explosives, which would not only propogate enormous shockwaves into the tunnels, but would also set the air filters on fire and blow them out.

~*~*~

In the Suez, units of Marines were moving from the fleet out towards the mouth of the Suez canal, ready to land and take it. SEAD elements of the 1st Rapid Reaction Army were ready to fire at what was left of the Kahanistani air defense network while two divisions of paratroopers landed by the Suez Canal along with light armor, and began taking up defensive positions to prevent the Kahanistanis from using ground forces to cut off the Suez.

More elements of the 1st RRA began moving towards Cyprus, 3 battalions of ASF-08s Spirit Dragons (360 fighters, 10 AWACS, 36 aerial tankers) and a UCAV brigade (500 UCAVs, 50 scout UCAVs, 50 aerial tankers). As well, the
4th Airborne Division was en route, with supplies for both itself and the Doomish forces on the ground. Hopefully, the Tyrandisians could find room for them.

Kahanistan

22-01-2006, 04:07

Nazmareh was furious that her fleet was almost destroyed, and even furiouser that the Pwnage forces were blowing up hospitals. Not only had hundreds of thousands of military personnel and millions of civilians been killed or missing, but losing her first engagement as commander of the entire Kahanistan fleet would be a serious blow to her honor and her career.

She ordered that missiles aboard her command vessel and the remaining cruisers and destroyers be prepared. But she wasn't going to fire them on the Pwnage fleet. No. She was going to have them rigged up and sink several more ships into the Suez. But these wrecks would detonate their payloads on anything that tried to remove them. They would be more than enough to kill anything that got too close to them. Wreckage would likely block off enemy forces for months, by which time Kahanistan's damaged port facilities would be in working condition again.

She then ordered a message to be transmitted to the Pwnage fleet. Nazmareh was not much of a diplomat, but she felt that diplomacy would get her out of this better than fighting.

This is Fleet Admiral Raghad Nazmareh, the commander of the Kahanistan Navy. Why are we fighting each other? We are both democratic nations, who believe in a certain standard of human rights. That is why Kahanistan intervened, rather than allow one man to take over ViZion. We are merely aiding the democratically elected ViZionist Congress against an attempt to overthrow it. We call upon you to break off your alliance with the imperialist dictatorship of Doomingsland and join us. The people of ViZion are depending on the outcome of this.

Meanwhile, in the cities, civilians had been provided with NBC since the Ottoman and Freekish wars, where WMD's had been used. However, many of the suits were compromised by falling rubble. Many whose suits had been so damaged died from being crushed in the rubble, but a few thousand sustained gas-related injuries.

Medical and civil defense personnel rushed the injured further below, and administered first aid to the wounded and painkillers to those they couldn't save. NBC-wearing police sprayed suspicious shells with sulfuric acid, remembering AMF's Ebola attack.

Some citizens stayed in the shelters, others broke and fled aboveground, going topside. Only the Fates knew what was in store.

---

The Kahanistan Air Force had quickly constructed makeshift, unpaved runways with bulldozers. The Air Force took off, but did not engage the Pwnage fleet, waiting to see how they would respond to Admiral Nazmareh. 500 Kahanistan B-52's, similar to the ones in the Freekish Air Force that were being used against Kraven, escorted by 500 MiG-35's and 100 F-22's, took off for ViZion. They were ordered to land at any Congressional base they could locate.

The rest of the Kahanistan Air Force was preparing to move to safer shores, as well. Also, as many transport planes as could be loaded were crammed with troops and prepared to be flown out of Kahanistan.

---

The Kahanistan Supreme Soviet, Cabinet, and many officials and security, retreated to a secret underground bunker 50 km south of Najaster, the capital of Kahanistan. This bunker had been built after the Freekish invasion, and was designed to withstand a 50 KT strategic nuclear warhead. It was also deep underground, invisible to satellites.

Doomingsland

22-01-2006, 05:20

Imperial III Fleet

Admiral Meridius' plan seemed to be going perfectly. The Kahanistanis, seeking the shelter of the base's bunkers, had unwittingly trapped themselves, sealing their fate. They would learn the same lessons the Otagians had learned about taking cover inside of a bunker that the enemy knows the location of. In fact, the fate of the Kahanistani army would mirror that of the civililians within their own cities.

"Incinerate their pathetic holes," Meridius spat out with a cruel smirk.

The main guns of the mighty dreadnaught switched ammuntion, loading massive 20" HEAT shells, designed for the very purpose of crushing a bunker. Within seconds, multiple rounds had gone down range. Each individual shell would be enough to penetrate down into the complex, not doubt. For ten minutes, the bunkers were pounded by the heavy 20" guns, putting multiple holes in the roofs. Casualties from this bombardment would be relatively low, due to the concentration of the explosions. However, that would soon change.

The guns switched ammunition, changing to thermobaric rounds. Along with the rest of the fleet, using the same types of ammunition, they began to pour rounds through the holes that had been created. The effect would be horrendous: flammable, toxic gas would fill the bunkers and be ignited, incinerating virtualy everything and crushing everything else from its brutal pressure vaccum. Anything that survived that would be dead a few seconds later, for all of the oxygen had been effectively sucked out.

MassPwnage

22-01-2006, 05:21

The Pwnage Government didn't even bother replying. Well, nominally, there was a totalitarian dictator in charge, but he didn't have any real power apart from the command of the military. For all intents and purposes, MassPwnage was an anarchy, not a democracy.

The Pwnage admiral just simply shook his head. The guns of the Pwnage command ship turned towards the Kahanistani command ship. Two seconds later, they fired. Thirty 24 inch shells flew towards Admiral Nazmareh, guided by the Superdread's radar. In an instant, she would be dead. The rest of the ships in the Pwnage fleet group targeted what was left and then fired, blowing the ships into floating chunks of slag.

Simultaneously, the Pwnage ASFs and UCAVs pounced on the Kahanistani planes inbound for ViZion, firing two or three AAMs for every plane in Kahanistani air flotilla at rather close ranges. They would soon be falling out of the sky. The inbound planes of the 1st RR Army then began firing very large HARMs at the Kahanistani air control radars. The HARMs had 1000 kilogram warheads that would completely saturate a square kilometer with 10mm tungsten submunitions. The submunitions would of course, easily pierce through the thin skin of the airplanes. Also, heavy bombers began firing hangar piercing weapons to clear out stored Kahanistani airplanes and runway cratering weapons to prevent them from taking off.

Now, the Pwnage fleet set to the grim task of shelling Kahanistani civilians anew. Some of the shells this time were targeting Kahanistani economic and industrial assets.... Now Kahanistani factories would burn.

The Kahanistani attempt to block off the Suez even more was met by Pwnage naval gunfire. The Pwnage fleet had already bridged the gap between any Kahanistani exit from the Gulf of Aqba and the Suez. The Kahanistani ships exploded without even getting near....

~*~*~

In the meantime, the Pwnage press issued a statement. Like most statements, it was short, mainly because people in MP were usually too stoned or too busy having sex to read much.

Press Statement:

In case you all haven't noticed, the Congressional forces in ViZion are committing genocide on the ground. They then shot down a Tyrandisian spy plane to cover it up. The spy plane records can be downloaded at www.pwnagepress.co.mp, the Pwnage military will release the autopsy records for the spy plane's pilot shortly.

~*~*~*~

Message to the Kahanistani Government:

As you can see, you all just got owned. Badly. We support Doomingsland because they are our allies and because idiots like you don't realize what it means to be a sovereign state. We are going to be VERY generous here and offer you all one opportunity to surrender before we send our marines to invade your asses. Remember, resistance is not just futile, it's downright stupid.

Kahanistan

22-01-2006, 06:00

Nazmareh's command vessel detected incoming enemy fire. The commanders also noticed that few of their ships were left. All of that heavy fire must be concentrating on the few remaining ships...

The admiral gave the order to all remaining ships, her voice choked with anger. "All hands, abandon ship immediately!"

She and the rest of the crew made for the lifeboats, as the huge Pwnage shells ripped apart her prized H44-class command ship. Nazmareh herself took a shrapnel injury, a large chunk of metal embedded itself in her shoulder. A lieutenant wrapped a spare uniform jacket around her and escorted her into a lifeboat as the ship absorbed Pwnage fire.

The survivors made for the Kahanistan shore. The first wave of planes had taken off for the Congressional bases, with about a third of them surviving, and a second wave was preparing to move out. AA guns and MiG's fired on the Pwnage heavy bombers to give the Kahanistan bombers more time to prepare.

---

Throughout Kahanistan, shells impacted on the factories, hospitals, nuclear plants, and other strategic assets of the nation. Civil Defense took people to MASH tents scattered throughout the Kahanistan desert to be treated for injuries, all-terrain vehicles were used extensively because of the severe damage to the roads, compounded by the fact that Kahanistan spent almost nothing on public transport, which meant the roads were going to shit anyway.

---

Secret Kahanistan naval facility, in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, on a deserted island

Kahanistan's first Super Dreadnaught (http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/index.php/Chuck_Norris_class_Super_Dreadnaught) was commissioned and launched.

Super Dreadnaughts do not travel alone, as they are giant targets, and this one dwarfed a Freekish Doujin or Sentinel. Because of the need for secrecy, radio was restricted and no flags flew, so satellite intelligence could not tell whose ship it was by the flag. The crew of the SD did not know of the fate that had befallen the Kahanistan fleets at ViZion or Kahanistan proper, but they were not getting a response from Admiral Nazmareh.

They opened a call on all Allied frequencies, heavily encrypted. They requested an escort fleet to take them to Kahanistan.

The Super Dreadnaught might have been large, but it was heavily gunned, and very slow. It was intended for intimidation and deterrence, not tactical usefulness.

---

The Kahanistan Government issued a statement replying to MassPwnage's demands.

(Non-encrypted IC, anyone can see.)

DEMOCRATIC SOVIET REPUBLIC OF KAHANISTAN
Ministry of Defense
Ministry of Foreign Affairs

You say that we do not understand what it means to be a sovereign state. We are one. We are protecting the sovereignty of ViZion from one who seeks to usurp it for himself, one who would, if allowed to seize power, become hostile to us and rob us of a powerful ally.

We have no intention of surrender to you. You have allied with a known human rights abuser, for reasons we cannot fathom. You have nothing in common with them, in fact, from what our intelligence suggests, you are more similar to us than to Doomingsland, except that you are capitalist and we are socialist.

We are stronger now than we were when we faced AMF, with more allies, and better armed too. The Democratic Soviet Republic of Kahanistan will never bow to tyranny, repression, and genocide, except over our dead bodies.

That said, we will agree to peace talks that involve a negotiated end to hostilities.

Signed,
General Marcellus Q. Valens,
Minister of Defense

Signed,
Margaret Delray,
Minister of Foreign Affairs

Doomingsland

22-01-2006, 06:38

DEMOCRATIC SOVIET REPUBLIC OF KAHANISTAN
Ministry of Defense
Ministry of Foreign Affairs

You say that we do not understand what it means to be a sovereign state. We are one. We are protecting the sovereignty of ViZion from one who seeks to usurp it for himself, one who would, if allowed to seize power, become hostile to us and rob us of a powerful ally.

We have no intention of surrender to you. You have allied with a known human rights abuser, for reasons we cannot fathom. You have nothing in common with them, in fact, from what our intelligence suggests, you are more similar to us than to Doomingsland, except that you are capitalist and we are socialist.

We are stronger now than we were when we faced AMF, with more allies, and better armed too. The Democratic Soviet Republic of Kahanistan will never bow to tyranny, repression, and genocide, except over our dead bodies.

That said, we will agree to peace talks that involve a negotiated end to hostilities.

Signed,
General Marcellus Q. Valens,
Minister of Defense

Signed,
Margaret Delray,
Minister of Foreign Affairs
OFFICIAL RESPONSE
IMPERIVM DOOMANVM

We find it quite interesting that you incessantly nag our beloved comrades-at-arms like a feeble woman. What part of 'resistance is not just futile, it's downright stupid' do you fools not understand? What we find all the more hilarious in your ill-thought-out statement is the fact that you claim to be stronger than you were before your crushing defeat at the hands of the Freeks. By stronger do you mean that you've learned precisely what not to do, then execute just that? Face it: your armies lie in ruins, your so-called 'Grand Fleet' has been annihilated by our own fleet, a fleet half the size of your's, and the rest of your navy has been decimated by our allies. You are WEAK, you are PATHETIC. You are undeserving of life. The fact the Pwnage Government was generous enough to offer you the chance of surrendering a SECOND time demonstrates their truely amazing patience. You were quite foolish to turn such an oppurtunity down.

Tyrandis

23-01-2006, 07:14

OOC: Note that everything pertaining to battle deployments is SIC for now.

Tyrandis Imperial Air Force Base #25, Cyprus

Natsume Iwahara rubbed her eyes as the sounds of a poorly-played rendition of Revellie drifted through the window of her quarters. She got up, groggily saluted the flag hung near her bedpost as tradition demanded, then promptly got dressed in her flight suit. According to the desk calendar, it was her last day at AFB 25 before she would be transferred to the Tyrandisan mainland for a good week of vacation time. Natsume pinned her silver double-bars on the lapel of the uniform, her lips pursed into an unconscious smile thanks to this happy thought.

The aviator headed towards AFB 25's well-stocked mess hall. She took her place in the relatively short line, picking up a yellow plastic tray and knife and fork. Natsume took her usual meal, two slices of toast with jam and butter, with a small omelette. As she took her seat next to the rest of her fighter squadron, a base officer walked into the room and blared an air horn. At once, everyone else in the cafeteria snapped to attention. Natsume did the same, albeit with an annoyed expression on her face.

"Attention, ladies and gentlemen," barked the short, stocky bureaucrat. "Reports from TCENTCOM have stated that hostilities have commenced between our country and all states affiliated with the ViZion Congressional Forces. All personnel stationed at AFB twenty five are ordered to report to your officers for briefing and further information in two hours. Furthermore, authorization for all off-duty passes are canceled, effective as of now." The man grinned as he looked around the room, oblivious to the aghast expressions visible on the faces of the men and women he had addressed. "We're going to war!" said the rotund officer with a gleam in his eye.

Natsume Iwahara was understandably upset at this news; she did, however, know better than to voice her opinion while the desk-sitter remained in the room. As soon as the man left, the hall broke into a cacophony of voices, a vast majority of them voicing a burning desire for the man to be sodomized by various objects. Soon enough, however, the Tyrandisan personnel stationed at the base resigned themselves to their fate. For her part, Natsume pushed her food around her plate, not touching it for a good while. Her reverie was broken only when her wingman, one 1st Lieutenant Edo Tomoha, shook her gently to inform her that the two hours had passed.

#25 aka "Firehawk" Air Force Base is an enormous staging field, erected on the ashes of what used to be Nicosia on the island of Cyprus. Built originally to maintain the sovereign trade security of Tyrandisan shipping in the Mediterranean Sea, it was originally constructed to maintain over ten regiments worth of aircraft. As a result, Firehawk is massive in every sense of the word, its hardened runways spreading across Cyprus like an octopus. This sense of largeness, compounded with her disappointment of losing her vacation, made the trip to the briefing area seem twice as long as it actually was to Natsume. Past a gray chain link fence labeled by a sign reading "AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY TRESPASSERS WILL BE BURNINATED" in black lettering on a red background, past the large security force with their menacing assault rifles and fearsome attack dogs lay her destination: Briefing Room 2, for her fighter regiment.

Some one hundred odd pilots were crammed in the room, a polar opposite in human density from the rest of the facility. Natsume's briefing officer said nothing, but merely played a news report on the projection screen that took up an entire wall of the room.

Special Report: WAR IN THE MEDITERRANEAN SEA!

Sydney (FNST) - The Imperial Senate today issued a unanimous declaration of war against "the Congressional Forces of ViZion and all supporting governments" in light of recently uncovered evidence surrounding the mysterious loss of a Tyrandis Imperial Air Force U-2R surveillance aircraft earlier this month. The emergency recorder aboard that plane was successfully recovered by a Pwnage search team two days ago, which appears to implicate the Congressional faction of committing war crimes against civilian populations and in the shootdown of the U-2. Executor Xavier Davidson has said that "these atrocious actions indicate the incredible depravity these monsters are willing to fall to, and is especially reprehensible in view of their professed concern for human rights. Tyrandis will not stand by and allow these crimes against our state and indeed mankind itself go on unabated; thus, we are committed to the destruction of the Congressional Forces."

A full transcript of the records may be found at http://www.pwnagepress.co.mp or mirrored at http://www.tcia.gov.ts. FNST will now play the audio recording, along with subtitles.

As the sounds of the dying "pilots" filled the room, Natsume Iwahara and her fellow airmen adopted a universal look of grief and anger. Grief for their fallen comrades, and anger at the egregious motivation behind their murder. When the newscast abruptly shut off, the briefing staff re-entered the room, and ascended to the podium. The news story on the projector was replaced with a field map of their area of operations, as well as markers for the presumably friendly Doomingslandi and MassPwnage forces in the area.

"Listen up boys and girls," spoke a graying captain. "As you can see, those assholes on the Congressional side have dragged our country into the clusterfuck known as ViZion. Now, according to intel reports from our buddies in Doom and Em Pe, we're going to be deploying our forces in a support role. As you can see on the map before me, the DIAF has successfully bent over almost all of the enemy's electronic warfare capabilities and raped it hard. We're going to come in for the knockout blow; all 52nd Fighter Regiment aircraft will be deploying in search and destroy sweeps of one squadron (four planes) each, supported by one jammer aircraft from the 104th Electronic Warfare squadron. Once we have sanitized the area, the 22nd Air Assault Division will deploy to Italy and support Doomingslandi operations against Praetonian and Questarian military forces in-sector." As he spoke these words, minature blue arrows on the map began moving in towards ViZion from Cyprus, which had green and red markers indicating allied and enemy positions. "Our goal in this mission is simple: To hurl the killers of Captain Oktubio Makku and First Lieutenant Edowin Beda out of the country. Tyrandis is calling this first phase Operation ASTEROID; once our troops make landfall, they'll be following it up with something called METEOR. Any questions?" asked the briefer.

Natsume stood up. "I'd just like to say sir, that Fenrir Squadron for one is going to avenge the deaths of our fallen comrades in the blood of their murderers tenfold."

"Same with Phoenix!" came another shout from a different flight leader. "Zephyr squadron as well!" agreed another pilot.

The old briefer smiled. "Well then, ladies and gentlemen, you'll have your chance at 0400 LIMA tomorrow. Your specific orders will be handed to you in three hours; good luck and good hunting."

Xirnium

23-01-2006, 07:52

MassPwnage

23-01-2006, 18:42

To Xirnium:

Our mercy has its limits. We offered the Kahanistani government two previous opportunities to surrender. If they truly wished to avoid a humanitarian disaster, they would have never gotten involved in the first place. A small and weak nation such as Kahanistan does not get involved in wars against much more powerful nations without being aware of the consequences. If the Kahanistani government will agree to an unconditional surrender, we will cease our attacks, but until then, there's not a fat fucking chance in hell that we will cease hostilities against the Kahanistani government or people.

~*~*~*~**~*~

To Kahanistan:

We cannot say that we didn't warn you. You say that you have gotten stronger after your war with Automagfreek. We're glad to hear that, because we enjoy challenges. This is the worst and last mistake that your government will ever make.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"DEPLOY COUNTERMEASURES! GET OUT OF HERE!!" Pwnage bombers dropped out of the sky one by one as the missiles from the Kahanistani MiGs connected. Some of the bombers could be recovered for later use, but for now, they were useless. Pwnage fighter planes poured another volley of AAMs into the Kahanistani MiGs, and SEAD UCAVs fired another volley of heavy HARMs into the Kahanistani air defenses, the tens of thousands of submunitions contained in their warheads ripping into their fire control radars. Bomber UCAVs fired incendiary fletchette weapons into the second wave of planes readying to take off below on the ground. The thousands of incendiary fletchettes would penetrate the bodies of planes like they were cheap paper and light up their fuel lines inside. As well, the fletchettes could easily cook off munition loads on the inside of the Kahanistani planes and ammo dumps as well.

The Kahanistani planes that escaped the wrath of the Pwnage fleet CAP had to deal with the Cyprus bound 1RRA planes, who gladly obliged by blasting the Kahanistani planes to shreds at near point blank range.

The Pwnage fleet kept up their bombardment, this time switching to cluster incendiary munitions to burn away the more more flammable elements of the Kahanistani cities, in order to make any combat in the future easier. The future would come soon. An entire corps of the 1 RRA and several divisions of Pwnage Marines left from Sudan and Mogadishu at that time, as well as a large resupply convoy destined for the 2nd Fleet Group. In the Suez, Pwnage engineers had already cut apart the sunken Kahanistani battleships and were getting ready to pull them out.

Some of the ships in the 2nd fleet group started bombing out what was left of any Kahanstani shore defenses as well, in addition to the road and rail lines leading to the Kahanistani coastlines.

Questers

23-01-2006, 19:39

48 nm off Gibraltar, HMS Hood
[OOC: due to organisational shit, this ship is actually the *Hood*. Sorry.]
"Sah, the enemy superdreadnoughts are engaging us with gunfire."

Fairham looked calmly out to sea as 24" shells splashed into the ocean. Within the next shot, the Pwnage SDs had corrected their fire and were landing hits on him.

"You sons of bitches." he said, still calm, as a 24" shell burst into the superstructure of the Hood, and exploded, starting ERA reactions and sending scrap metal flying. The Hood was taking more and more hits, but it was still in good condition. This battleship wasn't dying easily.

"Arms.. engage rotary VLS ASM batteries A through... F. Fire at will."

"Aye sir!"

The heavy ramjet powered seaskimmer "Agincourt" class ASMs would skim above the water at only 25 metres before crashing into their target with devastating results. As they launched from their VLS cells, one by one, they banked the Hermes in smoke so badly the next two Pwnage volleys scored a fair margin of innacuracy. And from the smoke blazed the 30 30" guns of the Mighty Hood, as it as affectionally named. Accurate 30" fire, backed up with the 18" guns of the 4 remaining battleships [the Charger having sunk by missile fire]. The Warspite, one of the most proud vessels in the navy, followed the Hood with a similar number of the missiles and its own 25 25" guns.

So far the Hood had not taken any serious damage and was still capable of fighting. The ship would take a bit more than 24" HEAP shells to send her to the bottom.

Meanwhile, over the destroyer fleet, the Pwnage aircraft were having the better of things, although the Questarians were fighting back hard. Already over a hundred aircraft had been lost, but good missile intercepts and countermeasures had ensured a healthy number of escorts remained. In the name of vengeance, they returned fire with their own missiles as the destroye r fleet now unleashed its might.

A good number had been sunk, but it was not enough; still over 100 minor warships remained, and slowly the front ships began to launch their payloads of twelve nuclear torpedoes at 30nm, and kept advancing forwards, while cycling off anti shipping missiles at about 40 "Agincourts" per ship. It is a requirement in the QRN for each destroyer to have at least one dual 155mm gun, and now it is shown why. Each vessel began firing off their cannons, targeting mostly destroyers and other minor shipping.

And then, the Questarian reinforcements arrived. A battlegroup of similar size, headed by the HMS Dreadnought. (I did mention this earlier). The battleships in the Dreadnought's battlegroup began to open fire on the Pwnage battleships and SDs , doubling what was previously available with gunfire and missiles.

[OOC: That's;
200 aircraft lost attacking your SDs
480 aircraft defending the battleships (Did you attack them?)
220 aircraft defending the destroyer/frigates (100 lost)
1200~ nuclear torpedoes spread for your fleet
16,000 high velocity sea skimmers (ill give stats on MSN) against the battleships
3,000 of the same missiles against your escorts
firing at the SDs;
60 30" guns
50 25" guns
80 18" guns]

Doomingslandian Base
Foster was sick on the ground in front of him. The image of his soldiers being impaled alive, their guts spilling out onto the floor and some of them praying or saying their last goodbyes, chanting the names of loved ones quietly or just screaming in agony, was too much to bear for the Captain. He had never experienced true war. Making a last salute to his men as they finally died, leaving dark crimson blood stained in the ground, he turned to face the Doomingslandian interrogator.

"You fucking scum." he spat on the floor in front of him. "Do you have no conscience? No respect for felllow soldiers? Do you seriously think you can ge taway with this? Our fleets are just outside Gibraltar. When we have won this war, in the name of freedom, and all that is good and right, I will see you hang at the gallows."

Vizion City Airport
Lieutenant General Green casually walked into the airport, flanked by his senior staff and with his .303 service pistol drawn. He pointed it at the nearest attendant, and said;

"You. Go tell the manager of this airport that it is being commandeered by the Questarian Army. Anyone who resists will be shot."

In a few hours time the small engineer company attached had made makeshift air to air defences, sandbag bunkers and trenches around the airport, and places for troops to rest, on the airfield itself. They had hardened the hangars as best they could, and they had fixed up the air control room to make an HQ, where Green was now sleeping. They had booted out all civilians and turned the airport into a temporary fortress.

A Friendly Meeting, Of Sorts
Banton put up a waving hand, his FN FAL lowered in the other, his troops spread out behind him.

"Major Banton, Questaran Army, Counter Insurgency Para Regiment!" he shouted. "I have a message, which urgently needs to reach your commander!"

Banduria

23-01-2006, 20:18

[ooc: Oh, so it's you who's fighting that naval battle at Gibraltar. Gotcha.

Oh, and nobody can say I didn't post my entry into the scene. Vah! (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=10248034&postcount=166)]

The Bandurian Fleet was approaching Gibraltar when Archon Duheyev was informed of developments in the area.

"Archon General, there appear to be Questerian and Pwnage fleets engaging each other near Gibraltar."

"I see," Duheyev said. "A perfect opportunity, don't you think?"

"Oh, quite, sir," said the aide.

"You know what to do."

"Yes, sir." The aide sent a transmission to the Pwnage fleet, informing them that the Bandurian reinforcements were there to reinforce them against the Questerians. Then, with little ceremony, a swift missile launch was directed towards the Questerian fleet.

Eighteen of the thirty-six Firestorm-class heavy arsenal cruisers opened their eight VLS tubes and fired 576 anti-shipping missiles each. The missiles arched into the sky and began descending towards their targets at Mach 5, far too fast for a missile to intercept, while intermittently playing with enemy electronics to make both detection and locking far more difficult. Meanwhile, the four large batteries on the sides opened up with strikes of 96 sea-skimming anti-shipping missiles each. Both of these missile strikes were aimed at escorts, especially large escorts.

The Azaron-class SD commanding the Imperial fleet also opened fire with all of its considerable resources. VLS cells launched 128 anti-shipping missiles towards the Questerian escorts, but far more significant were the massive 27" and 24" guns and 14" and 16" railguns lobbing massive shells towards the enemy capital ships. Monarch-class Super Dreadnaughts added their 25" and 20" fire along with railgun fire from all 24 battleships in the Imperial fleet.

The Imperial planes had also established a CAP and were preparing to launch a strike on Questerian air assets, but first the Questerian surface ships had to be dealt with.

Questerian aircraft carriers were especially heavily targeted. The fifty Nightbane-class cruisers opened their five VLS tubes, firing 180 missiles each towards the enemy carriers. They still had another 180 missiles remaining in reserve.

The planes themselves did not escape a strike from the Bandurian ships, either. The destroyers and frigates opened up on these, firing 3-4 SAMs each (3 on frigates, 4 on destroyers) towards the enemy planes. The cruisers also fired six of their SAMs each.

The entire strike was programmed with time-on-target, which took somewhat longer to launch but was much more effective in the long run.

A brief message was sent to the flagship of the Questerian fleet a few moments before the 27" and 24" shells targeting it were timed to hit.

>>> Please excuse us. Just coming through.

~ Archon Antonius Duheyev, Bandurian Imperial Navy <<<

[ooc: Because I'm so nice, I've calculated for you the number of missiles and shells.:D

10,496 anti-shipping missiles targeted towards escorts;
1,728 sea skimming missiles targeted at the same;
20 27" shells
20 25" shells
25 24" shells
25 20" shells
~120 14" railgun shells
~120 16" railgun shells -- all targeted at capitol ships
9,000 anti-shipping missiles targeted at carriers;
1,836 SAMs aimed at, well, can you guess? ;)
]

Doomingsland

23-01-2006, 20:39

Imperial Lines, Foster's Interrogation

Vorenus glared at his captive, utterly annoyed at his incompetence. In sheer anger, he siezed Foster by the throat, and, the muscles in his arm tensing, lifted him up off of the ground with one arm, staring at him in utter contempt.

"Let me tell you something about concience, you fucking coward," he yelled in Foster's face, "You're the one who ORDERED your men to throw down their arms. YOU put them in this situation, not I. You want to see a true monster? Look in the fucking mirror you worthless piece of shit!" his face was now red with anger. He was not pleased with Foster one bit, "Captain, you call yourself a soldier. You don't even know the meaning of war. Look around you," he motioned towards the impaled men, "THIS goes on daily in the world. You decadent fools writhe in your delusions of the world. THIS is the world you live in, Foster. This ain't a fuckin' movie. I KNOW I can get away with this, my friend," his tone began to soften with that last sentence, his face returning to a neutral complexion. He tossed Foster back on the ground, landing him on his ass.

"Do you honestly believe your men are the first to recieve such treatment at my hands? Believe me, I have done WORSE. You say you will see me hang at the gallows," a smirk came across the hardened face of the centurion, "Do you truely think we are cowardly enough to surrender our arms in the fashion of barbarians? No. WE are the true warriors, Foster. We fight to the last, for we know our reward lies beyond this world. Besides, according to our latest reports from Gibraltar, your fleet is being annihilated as we speak," Vorenus' eyes burned with a sadistic flair at that, "No one will ever know of what occured on these hallowed lands. So, the way I see it, you have two choices," Vorenus took a knee in front of his prisoner, looking at him mockingly, "Option one: You can either tell me what I want to know, and I'll spare the rest of your men," his faced returned to a more neutral complexion as he spoke, yet somehow remained almost mocking, "Option two: You don't tell me what I want to know, and what just happened to those ten men will happen to ALL of your men. And you'll be alive to watch it all. So, Captain, what say you?"

Perditor-class SSAN DIS Nemisis, Off the Coast of Morroco

Captain Gaius Ramius paced back and forth along the large-ish bridge of his massive submarine. This was one of the Empire's greatest technological achievements in the field of naval warfare. According to intellegence, it soon would be going to war.

Holographic and LCD displays littered the birdge in a seemingly organized mass, crewmen in the the black uniforms of a Doomingslandian sailor manned their stations calmly. They'd been awaiting the order to move out for some time, and it was begining to take a toll on the crew.

The men were restless; they were eager to prove themselves and their ship.

Ramius turned to see his XO, Major Junius, standing behind him, holding a manila envelope, which he handed to his captain.

"Orders from the High Command, captain," the seasoned submariner said with a grin, "We are to proceed immediatly to waypoint Zulu and set up our ambush."

The captain and XO were already aware of the preset waypoints that had been established in the event of a war with ViZion. In this case, it would be used on Questerians after the seeminly inevetable defeat of the Pwnage fleet.

"Very good, Major. Helm! Set a course for coordinates," said the captain, telling him the coordinates, "All ahead full," he commanded happily.

"Course set, all ahead full aye, sir."

The mighty sub's engines whirred to life, pushing the vessel forward. The Nemisis was going to war.

MassPwnage

23-01-2006, 21:12

Gibraltar:

This was turning very, very violent. The Pwnage escorts still outnumbered the remaining Questarian escorts in the first wave, but the upcoming wave was troubling to say the very least. Oh well, you walk before you run....

Ships from both sides began to explode and sink as they began to exchange torpedos and gunfire at close range. The Pwnage destroyers fired their railguns into the Questarian ships up close, as well as hammering them with ramjet powered anti-ship missiles. Pwnage ships and submarines also began firing their own torpedos at the enemy at close range, all while firing their guns. 155mm railgun slugs and 12 inch ETC/RAC shells from the destroyers and cruisers respectively began to open up on the Questarians. The submarines in the Pwnage fleet began to engage as well, with more anti-ship missiles as well as groupings of keelbreaker torpedos.

From the air, the Pwnage airplanes, having neutralized the Questarian carrier based assets, began to fire heavy HARM weapons at the Hogsweatian fleet units, especially the superdreadnoughts, the HARMs were the same sort seen in Kahanistan, capable of scattering literally tens of thousands of submunitions onto a target and rendering every sensor system onboard absolutely useless. Any remaining Hogsweatian airplane in the sky was polished off by Pwnage long range AAMs.

Following the attack by the Pwnage airplanes on the Questarian capital ships, the Pwnage superdreadnoughts and battleships continued firing. At least six of the battleships were already lost, and more damaged, by the Questarian ASM volley. If it wasn't for the air defense ships, things would have been worse. The Blue Earth SDs weren't looking very good though, they had suffered heavy damage from the Hogsweatian shells, and one of them was beginning to take on water. However, their crews were still pouring shells and missiles into the enemy SDs, as were the battleships. Joining the Pwnage capital ships were the arsenal, who were firing salvo after salvo of sea skimmers.

On the horizon, the Pwnage admiral could detect the Bandurians. His ship shook as it took a hit from one of the Hood's 30 inch guns, but he managed to get to his radio.

"Thank you.... thank you..." he wheezed as the guns on his ship fired once more.

Kahanistan

23-01-2006, 22:01

DEMOCRATIC SOVIET REPUBLIC OF KAHANISTAN
Ministry of Defense

Open Government Statement

Unconditional surrender is NOT an option after what you have done. Take your hypocritical, terrorist-supporting troops back to the depths of Tartarus that you came from.

We shall defend our nation, whatever the cost may be, we shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills; we shall never surrender.

You have attacked the civilian population of Kahanistan, and that, we do not forgive, or forget.

The Government of Kahanistan condemns the Government of MassPwnage for hypocrisy, mass murder, and violations of Kahanistanian and ViZionist sovereignty. Its recent actions betray the fact that behind the hippie facade lies a vicious animal whose thirst for blood is so great that it allies with the most evil nations in the world.

Signed,
General Marcellus Q. Valens,
Minister of Defense

Signed,
Senator Maribel A. Crowley,
Chair of the Armed Forces and Defense Committee

---

Over Kahanistan

The Kahanistan MiG's spread out, having lost many of their number to the murderous Pwnage fire. Two of the major Air Force bases were almost completely non-functional. The civilian death toll was now about twenty million, with about 75 million wounded.

Admiral Nazmareh and about 250,000 naval personnel washed up on the shores of Kahanistan in life rafts. They began to move inland.

B-52's of the Kahanistan Air Force began dropping naval mines over the seas over Kahanistan, and the remaining 600mm and 762mm coastal defense cannons fired on the locations that satellite intelligence had pinpointed enemy warships with rocket-assisted shells. Another wing began its move toward the area where Pwnage engineers were cutting up the blockage in the Suez, with orders to drop bombs on them and hopefully sink the engineers' ship too. Other elements of the Air Force continued to fly to ViZion, but the mass exodus was now a trickle.

General Valens ordered the Kahanistan Reserves to mobilize for the defense of the homeland. He knew that if he surrendered, it would be the death of his country. Kahanistan Intelligence had said that surrender to Doomingsland would mean a lengthy occupation, and was constantly airing stories about how terrible life under them was. On the other hand, an occupation would likely take so many Doomies away from their homeland and from ViZion that while they were off in the Middle East, the Presidential Allies were hopefully getting slaughtered.

Doomingsland

23-01-2006, 22:44

MassPwnage

24-01-2006, 00:15

Cyprus:

The cargo planes of the 1 RRA, 4th Para Division began to land upon Tyrandisian airstrips, as did their escorting fighters and UCAVs. From here, they would have to gas up, recieve repairs and in general, prepare to move off towards ViZion. The Tyrandisians were beginning their movements towards ViZion already. They would move in first to establish a BARCAP over southern ViZion, while the Pwnage forces were rearming. Luckily, the Doomish had secured a decent landing site in Southern ViZion, so the Pwnage military could airlift in tanks. They were doing that already. The 70th Mechanized Division was enroute to southern ViZion already. The lead transports would arrive in a day or two.

Kahanistan:

"How the hell do they still have an air force?" Cruiser SAM fire and AAMs greeted the B-52s even as they began taking off from their runways, as well as more runway cratering weapons to render Kahanistani efforts to take more planes off useless. The mines that did land would be cleared later by engineering ships. In the Suez, the B-52s that were approaching the engineering ships there found themselves blocked off by an SD, several dozen escorts and an air wing flying overhead. So long for that route.... the pieces of battleship at the bottom were already being towed off.

The Pwnage fleet units turned their weapons to the Kahanistani shore defenses. Somehow, they had survived elimination.... Not for long though. Railgun slugs from the destroyers and battlecarriers began lofting kinetic kill payloads into orbit once more. The coastal guns couldn't possibly survive the incoming fire, which would also serve to kill off any buried VLS tubes nearby through sheer kinetic shock. The big guns of the Pwnage SDs and battleships now started to focus fire on any army bases nearby where activating reservists were moving to, as well as any stray supply or fuel dumps that could be targeted.

In addition, more Pwnage bombers began to move up, and they continued their suppression of Kahanistani air assets, although by now, they were probably running out targets to destroy, so they instead started to fire long range standoff weapons at airports, buried supply warehouses and train stations, hoping to prevent movement of Kahanistani troops in the nation. As well, FASCAM mines were dropped from cruise missiles fired from the arsenal ships in the fleet, cutting off major roads inside Kahanistan, as well as roads leading to the coastlines.

Kahanistan

24-01-2006, 00:46

Al-Qamar, southeastern Kahanistan

Air Force Base

Lieutenant General Brutus Licinius Maximus, commander of the base, ordered all surviving Kahanistan warplanes to take off from whatever there was, unpaved airstrips, a reasonably intact stretch of road, straight desert. Most of the advanced MiG-35's and slow B-52's were destroyed on the ground, but about 1,000 warplanes remained.

"Go to any accessible Congressional base in ViZion. Drop bombs on the Pwnage fleet, any warplane that survives doesn't stop until it reaches ViZion."

---

Congressional bases with Kahanistan troops

Thousands of Kahanistan troops were roasted alive in pits resembling Dante's Inferno. The other soldiers poured out of the base, their M-16's spewing hot lead at whatever enemy ground troops they could see with a murderous fury determined to avenge their cooked comrades. The propaganda that the Doomies would eat them only fueled the anger of the Kahanistan troops as they charged the positions, the advancing infantry spread out, as a group of men or women would just be a target, but one could fire several rounds at a lone soldier before scoring a hit on their body armor, let alone a kill.

The rear guard repeated their distress calls to the Congressionals, Praetonians, Questerians, and other allies, but it seemed that only the Doomies would come...

---

Najaster, Capital of Kahanistan

General Valens had signed a Defense Ministry order authorizing the purchase of over three trillion USD of gear (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=10277602&postcount=63) from Otagia, which Kahanistan Intelligence had determined was an enemy of Doomingsland. This order had yet to be confirmed, but once the weapons were delivered, the Presidential forces would be totally fucked. With a VTOL, one need not take off from a runway, and with twenty thousand coming in, Kahanistan would prepare to unleash mass pwnage upon MassPwnage. If the enemy decided to attack the supplies en route... Kahanistan could not be held responsible for the stupidity of the enemy in trying to drag Otagia into the conflict against them.

The Defense Minister's pretty young secretary congratulated him for his tactical and diplomatic genius. If all went according to plan, Helldawg would see who was really weak and pathetic.

Doomingsland

24-01-2006, 00:53

OOC:Kahanistan, I was targetting your troops in Italy, not the capital.

MassPwnage

24-01-2006, 02:41

Kahanistan:

These were.... idiots.... Really, they were quite stupid continuing to fight. Oh well, ammunition was cheap, and war rarely came this easily. The Kahanistani planes that were trying to escape from their nation had only one way out; through the Pwnage fleet. And the Pwnage fleet was still trigger happy. Well, even more so, since replenishment ships carrying ammunition had just arrived. Which meant even more fun for the 2nd fleet group and the incoming elements of the 1 RRA and 4th Marine Army. The Kahanistani planes trying to drop bombs were swatted out the sky as easily as flies. Then of course, the Pwnage planes suddenly began changing their assignments. Given the neutralization of the Kahanistani air force, they were free to run combat air patrols over Kahanstani territory. Joining the fighter planes and UCAVs that were running combat air patrols were Spiderhawk ground attack UCAVs and more bombers from Pwnage Sudan. The Spiderhawk UCAVs would destroy any hint of Kahanistani anti-aircraft ability, and also any Kahanstani mechanized and armored units. With their 500 kg JDAMs, they would do a good job of it too.

A good site was chosen near the coast for what was about to happen next, the invasion of Kahanistan. After a rather thickened air patrol was set up near the landing site to vaporize anything on the ground that even bothered to so much as twitch, a few planeloads of pathfinders were dropped out over the landing site to make sure that it was secure and suitable. At the same time, amphibious transports with two divisions of marines and several marine shore bombardment vessels were moving towards the Kahanistani coast near Al-Qamar.

The pathfinders, having determined the landing site was good, gave the goahead to the divisions of airborne units in their planes above. A few miles from Al-Qamar, more than 30,000 paratroopers, light armored vehicles and artillery pieces began to drop from their planes towards the landing site, with Pwnage planes monitoring any movement from Kahanistani troops. The paras would first set up their equipment, then move out to take the airbase.

~*~**~*~*~*~

Official Pwnage Military Notice:

Currently, there is a no-fly zone being enforced over Kahanistan. If any planes other than planes from MassPwnage or its allies are found in Kahanistani airspace, they will be shot down immediately without warning. Thank you for taking the time to read this warning, and for fuck's sake, please heed it.

~**~*~*~*~*~

To enforce the decree, Pwnage bombers began hammering every airport and helipad in Kahanistan with runway cratering muntions.... Any plane that tried to land afterwards would be regarded as hostile and shot down.

As more equipment and bombardment vessels from the Pwnage Marine Corps and 1 RRA began to move in, the ships of the Pwnage 2nd Fleet Group began to move through the Suez Canal.

Finally.

Kahanistan

24-01-2006, 03:06

About 20% of the surviving Kahanistan Air Force made it to ViZion, the remainder shot down over the Pwnage fleet or crashed into enemy warships when too damaged to fly, the pilots ejecting over the seas, taking their sidearms and shooting themselves in the head if they were to land on a Pwnage ship, otherwise floating in their life jackets until they either got home or were killed.

The Kahanistan soldiers fired volleys of shoulder-fired anti-aircraft missiles on the Pwnage UCAV's and brought out ZSU-23-4M Shilkas (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/ZSU-23-4_Shilka#Versions) to fire on the Pwnage Air Force. They just had to hold the enemy until the Otagian supplies they had ordered arrived, then launch their counterattack.

Most of the bunkers had survived the bombing, but many of the Patriot SAM's of the Kahanistan Republic Guard were demolished. The remaining Patriots were hastily loaded into launchers and fired on the Pwnage planes, swatting them out of the air like the bugs they were.

The airbase itself was defended by the 35th Army of the Kahanistan Republic Guard, 100,000 troops strong. They were armed with more Shilkas than one could shake a stick at, as well as M-16 rifles, NBC gear, body armor, and heavy LOSAT anti-tank weapons. Kahanistanian Merkava IV MBT's were nothing to sneeze at, either.

While Kahanistan might be weak on the sea, it was considerably stronger on land, especially its own.

Doomingsland

24-01-2006, 03:34

Imperial III Fleet

As camera feed from the base the Kahanistani army occupied filtered into the bridge of the Imperial flagship, Admiral Meridius scratched his head in puzzlement over the Kahanistani army.

"What the fuck are they shooting at?" he asked aloud.

Everyone shrugged their shoulders.

There were no Doomingslandian soldiers on the ground at that Congressional base. The nearest troops were in ViZion City, pretty far away from that particular base. What exactly the Kahanistanis were shooting at would remain a mystery to the High Command for years to come. Not that anyone really cared.

"Oh, well. They've come out into the open. SLAUGHTER THEM!"

The first shells to impact the base were targetted at the entrances to the bunkers. There would be no escape this time, as the entrances would cave in from the impact of the shells. Next, the entire fleet proceeded to pepper the areas occupied by the Kahanistani soldiers. They'd had little time to evacuate, so the ones that had made it to the top were few in number compared to the original figure of over 50,000 troops. This allowed for the fleet to concentrate its fire, as enemy units would initialy be right near the bunker entrances. Hundreds of shells packed with cluster munitions soared through the area and covered the land around the base. There wasn't a single inch within that hallowed land that remained untouched...

Then, surprisingly, Imperial AWACS aircraft began to detect the presense of Kahanistani aircraft on a course with Italy, apparently attempting to salvage themselves and be of what little help they could to the Congressional war effort. Within minutes, over four hundred ACI-73 Aquila air superiority fighters adjusted course and moved to intercept the enemy air armada...if you could call that rag-tag group that.

There would be no escape for the Kahanistani airforce this time, with the stealthy aircraft releasing their ordnance from 180 kilometers away, six missiles each, and breaking formation to prevent effective retaliation. The fighters were easily stealthy enough to evade the primitive RADAR of Kahanistani B-52s and MiGs, meaning that they'd be utterly helpless. Even if they had any supporting AWACS, the fighters were stealthy enough and far enough away to prevent their detection through that means.

The missiles ramjet engines would propel them to speeds exceeding mach four, guided by their own RADAR and that of friendly AWACS aircraft, also making use of internal LIDAR/LADAR and infrared to home in on the enemy aircraft. They would be able to outmaneuver even the enemy MiGs thanks to their 3D thrust vectoring and gas nozzles. With over 2,400 missiles streaking towards the enemy airforce, there was little hope in the survival of what was left of Kahanistan's airforce...

MassPwnage

24-01-2006, 03:54

Due to the fact that they had to turn on their fire control radars in order to fire, not many Patriots managed to even get loaded before HARM armed birds from the Pwnage airforce smashed them into tiny pieces along with their crews besides the Patriots. The Shilikas and shoulder fired missiles didn't do anything, because their range was limited to at most 5-8 kilometers, while most of the UCAVs were at least 20 kilometers away. But the UCAVs could easily reply to this aggression. They began dropping 500 kilogram satellite guided bunker busters onto the Kahanistanis hiding in the bunkers below, as well as signaling to the artillery regiments in the airborne divisions that just landed where the Kahanistani troops were. 155 and 203mm artillery pieces, as well as 81, 120 and 203mm mortars began to fire upon the Kahanistani forces in or near the airbase, many of the rounds armor piercing top kill warheads to take out Kahanistan's tanks, while the mechanized infantry and armored elements set themselves up on the roads leading out of the airbase, to cut off any reinforcements from arriving. Overhead, multirole planes began to lob napalm JDAMs into the Kahanistani positions to distract them and prevent them from moving.

~*~*~*~*~

The lead elements of the 4th Airborne Division began to land at Zypher Air Force base, most of the planes with supplies for the Doomish force. The commander of the 4th Airborne Division, was one Lt. General Adjene Rose, someone who would scare the living crap out the Doomish forces there. The Doomish didn't scare easily, but they tended to do so when confronted by a slim wisp of a woman with green tinted sunglasses, 16 earrings, a peace sign tattooed on her left cheek and a love of bubble gum.

She smiled when she saw the shocked look on the Legatus' face.

"Anyway, nice to meet you, I need to talk with your head quartermaster about getting these supplies of yours distributed. Also, I need some troop position information so that I can set up our artillery and position our close support airstrikes... The mechanized division will be arriving tommorow, if you thought I violate military dress codes, you'll LOVE Damon..."

Kahanistan

24-01-2006, 03:58

"Cease fire! Cease fire!" roared the Kahanistan commanders of the fleeing troops. "You can't see the enemy... save your ammo until they come in. Spread out, look for brush, ambush whatever comes in."

The fleeing ground troops stopped firing, and hid in forests, mountains, streams, and pretty much whatever land features there were to hide in.

The radar of Kahanistanian warplanes was not nearly as primitive as the enemy seemed to think, attacking them head-on like that. The pilots, however, were so busy laughing at the Doomingslandians' apparent stupidity that nearly half of them were downed after forgetting to take evasive maneuvers. The others landed as close to ViZion City as they could, often not very close, thirty or more kilometers from the city.

MassPwnage

24-01-2006, 04:04

ooc: RETCONNED.

The pilots attempting to land attracted the attention of the 4th Airborne Division's UCAVs and fighters, which fired a hail of AAMs into their faces at near point blank range.

Meanwhile, the 4th Airborne's planes continued to land at Zypher, transporting both Doomish supplies and Pwnage troops.

Macisikan

24-01-2006, 07:54

Arn-Maciska

"What do you mean "What should we do now"?" External Affairs Minister Valdir barked down the phone. "We have no part in this conflict, and frankly, no-one could care less who wins as long as we can keep selling them stuff."
The voice on the other end sounded unconvinced, and dropped a name.
"Who is raising a stink now? Oh, him..." she paused for a minute, considering, then continued.
"Fine. Issue a travel ban... and chuck Kahanistan into the mix as well. No, advisory, though anyone stupid enough to go there deserves to get shot..."
The voice muttered something.
"Yes, I know no-one out there will care, but this is CYA. I, frankly, don't want to get sued. Issue the damn things."
She hung up, and stared at her desk for a moment.
"Bastard," the Minister muttered vaguely and started to sort through paperwork.

===========================

Ministry of External Affairs
TRAVEL ADVICE
Nation of Kahanistan

All Macisikani citizens are strongly advised to defer any and all travel to the nation of Kahanistan until further notice; any Macisikani citizens which may be currently in Kahanistan are strongly urged to leave that nation at once. Those who consider their presence in Kahanistan to be essential should suspend their activities and leave that nation as soon as possible.

All Macisikani citizens in Kahanistan, whether departing or remaining, should register with the Ministry of External Affairs (contact details below).

All foreign citizens wishing to leave Kahanistan and travel to Macisikan must register with the Ministry of External Affairs, Secretariat of State for Immigration and Tourism (contact details below); MinExAff (SSIT) reserves the right to refuse entry to anyone deemed a security risk.

=============================

Ministry of External Affairs
TRAVEL ADVICE
Nation of ViZion

Travel to and from this nation is now prohibited for any Macisikani citizens without express permission from His Imperial Majesty's Government. Any and all remaining civilians are to evacuate themselves as soon as possible, as are non-essential diplomatic personnel.

All Macisikani citizens in ViZion, whether departing or remaining, should register with the Ministry of External Affairs (contact details below), or with the Macisikani Embassy in ViZion City, or with Macisikani consulates elsewhere in ViZion.

Any foreign citizens wishing to leave ViZion and travel to Macisikan must register with the Ministry of External Affairs, Secretariat of State for Immigration and Tourism (contact details below); MinExAff (SSIT) reserves the right to refuse entry to anyone deemed a security risk or a combatant.

OOC: On a completely unrelated side note; MP, that's a godmod (stating the losses of another)

Southeastasia

24-01-2006, 10:37

Open Diplomatic Ecclesiastical Message

To: The Executive Governments of Doomingsland and MassPwnage
From: The Most Worthy High Ecclesiarchy of the Eternal Republic of Holy Xirnium

Like many nations, Holy Xirnium has been shocked by the sheer lust for blood and orgy of destruction that your Armed Forces have seen fit to inflict on the innocent civilian population of Kahanistan. No doubt you have intended to set a new standard for inhumane barbarity, and in that you have succeeded.

Given that your military has already proven victorious in the field, and sunk the Kahanistanian fleet, the High Ecclesiarchy suggests a cease fire to prevent (or at least mitigate the effects of) a catastrophic humanitarian disaster in Soviet Kahanistan. We wish to provide relief aid to those areas devastated by your war machine. Surely your thirst for blood is not so unquenchable as to require the continued sacrifice of innocent Kahanistanian civilians, not when the Kahanistanian government is no longer a credible threat to your war aims in ViZion.

I await your response with interest.

[Signed]
Her Eminence the High Lady Dr Heather Gilda
Grand Cardinal and Foreign Minister of the High Ecclesiarchy

SECRET IC:

Encrypted Transmission
TO: High Lady Dr. Heather Gilda
FROM: Yao Yang Nelson Neo, Prime Minister of the United Sovereign Nations of Southeast Asia
RE: Doomingsland and MassPwnage

Dear Lady Doctor Gilda,

The chances of the Doomingslandians and the Pwnage Executive Governments agreeing to that idea is close to nil. You will have better chances in this situation (which will thankfully for both of us, never happen): trying to negotiate with Lord Dreadfire out of a Blood Feud declaration on the Eternal Republic.

You'd might as well have your Yallakian allies help any armed forces you have sent to rid of the nutcase Villain, as a trigger-happy, nationalistic and democratic, constitutionalist federal republic ViZion is better than a fascist totalitarian military state like Villain wants. But Yallak might not be able to save you given the advanced and ruthless militaries of the CAD nations....

Signed with Benign Friendly Advice,
His Leadership,
Prime Minister of the United Sovereign Nations of Southeast Asia
Yao Yang Nelson Neo

Xirnium

24-01-2006, 11:09

Our mercy has its limits. We offered the Kahanistani government two previous opportunities to surrender. If they truly wished to avoid a humanitarian disaster, they would have never gotten involved in the first place. A small and weak nation such as Kahanistan does not get involved in wars against much more powerful nations without being aware of the consequences. If the Kahanistani government will agree to an unconditional surrender, we will cease our attacks, but until then, there's not a fat fucking chance in hell that we will cease hostilities against the Kahanistani government or people.

Open Diplomatic Ecclesiastical Message
To: The Executive Governments of MassPwnage
From: The Most Worthy High Ecclesiarchy of the Eternal Republic of Holy Xirnium

A shortness of temper does not in anyway justify the uncivilised carnage that your Armed Forces have inflicted on the innocent civilians of Kahanistan. If you continue this barbarity, you continue it because of your delight in shedding blood, nothing more.

The fact that your own nation and the Kahanistanian military were involved in a proxy war around ViZion (a war, it seems, which you have already won) does not give you legal right to extinguish the sovereignty of the Kahanistanian State – which is what any unconditional surrender to your troops would amount to.

I once again ask that you cease your savage attacks against the Kahanistanian populous so that the High Ecclesiarchy might prevent a humanitarian disaster. You have defeated the Kahanistanians in the ViZionarian theatre, so you have neither right nor reason to continue the bloodthirsty slaughter of innocents in their homeland.

I await your reply with interest.

[Signed]
Her Eminence the High Lady Dr Heather Gilda
Grand Cardinal and Foreign Minister of the High Ecclesiarchy

______________________________________________________________________

Encrypted - Level 10J

Diplomatic Ecclesiastical Message
To: Prime Minister Nelson Neo of the United Sovereign Nations of Southeast Asia
From: The Most Worthy High Ecclesiarchy of the Eternal Republic of Holy Xirnium

Greetings, Mr Neo, from the High Ecclesiarchy.

Unfortunately, you are probably right. One cannot reason with those who have no sense of either honour nor justice, but one must always try.

[Signed]
Her Eminence the High Lady Dr Heather Gilda
Grand Cardinal and Foreign Minister of the High Ecclesiarchy

Praetonia

24-01-2006, 23:32

Praetonian Front Lines - 12th Royal Dragoons,
ViZion City

"Independent fire! Fire at will!" Shouted Lieutenant Vitellius. His machinegunners scythed left and right, spraying the buildings ahead of them with fire. When they spotted a clear human figure in their IR scopes the hails of fire seemed to converge with sickening efficiency on a poor individual. Riflemen took potshots on burst fire, tearing through body armour and thin masonry alike.

"Flashgun on my permission!" Demanded the Lieutenant through his radio. In a more civilised age, an actual flare-like gun would have been fired, but in the streets of ViZion city it was a white phosphorus munition launched from a light 52mm mortar a few hundred yards back. A Praetonian rifleman was hit in the face by a marksman's bullet and jerked backwards, clasping his broken and bloodied face in his hands as his shattered helmet cracked and fell away. Then sky was lanced with light and his mens' aim improved instantly, felling more and more Doomingslandi Velites.

Then he saw them. "Cover! Take cover!" Shouted the Lieutenant, desperately waving his men away from their positions. Dozens of shells were making their way towards him. Time seemed to freeze as the high-pitched screech filled his ears and drowned out his senses. His men were running for the relative shelter of the lower levels.

The Lieutenant was half-way down the stairs when the flash temporarily blinded him and the blast smashed the concrete from the walls of the house and it probably saved his life. The overpressure tore chunks of the thick walls of the ViZionian house chosen as it was for its sturdiness and incinerated the wooden furniture that had been pushed against the walls.

Outside, shells smashed into the road and threw fragments of tarmack up into the night sky. A garrisoned house took a direct hit and the occupants were burnt to a crisp before they knew what was happening. A shell flew into the back garden of a house occupied by ViZionians who had stubbornly refused to leave and kill two in its all-encompassing fireball. Further back, shells flew into the road and into buildings, causing yet more destruction in their wake as gas mains ruptured and exploded, creating great chasms through roads and buildings alike. Windsor Platoon, Number 2 Company did not join them.

Exploding to the side of their house, the overpressure had levelled one poorly constructed building and hurled shards of glass into the unlucky soldier lying spluttering on the floor of the second level. Two more were caught in the fire and their burning uniforms melted horribly onto their skin. They passed out. More died as the air was drawn with a horrible rattling sound out of the house to feed the terrible flames.

The Streets of ViZion City

"Platoon! At ease!" Shouted the Captain, and his men trained their machineguns down the roads looking for any approaching danger rather than at the Hogsweatian.

"You have an entire parachute regiment for counter insurgency?" The Captain asked vaguely with mild amusement, whilst tapping text into his Rook's computer. "Ok, you can come with us and see the Brigadier. You may bring some of your men if you like."

Some of the Praetonian troops jumped down from their vehicles and ushered the Questerian Major and his men into the back of one of the Rooks.

Divisional HQ Billets,
ViZion City

"Will you have some wine, Colonel?" Asked the Birgadier-General, pouring a glass his men had 'liberated' from the abandoned ViZionian house in which he was staying. It was a large house with clearly rich owners and they did well, he thought, to leave the city before the fighting started.

"Yes please, sir," responded the Colonel enthusiastically. It was a far cry from the uncomfortable plane journey not that long ago.

"Sir," beconned an aide, clearly out of breath. His uniform soaked. "A Questerian Major to see you. He says his men have taken that airport we wanted."

"Ah, very good!" Beamed the Birgadier, "Show him in at once." The Major appeared through the doorway, and the Brigadier beconned him to join the Praetonian staff officers at the table, and poured in a glass of wine.

"Nice trip? Excellent!" A flash of light streaked across the sky near the horizon. "Good heavens," exclaimed the Brigadier, "What on earth was that? Crassus! Find out for me, would you?"

"Sir!" The man called Crassus saluted and left the room. The Brigadier took a sip of wine. His men were all attired in the red dress uniforms, red sashes around their waists and the Bridgadier-General himself had his silver star of the Order of the Broken Sceptre pinned to his jacket breast. It was quite unreal.

"It appears to have been artillery, sir. The outer lines have taken considerable casualties. The inner lines have taken sporadic casualties but they do not appear to have had any precise co-ordinates for the inner defences."

The Brigadier shrugged. "I had expected as much. Send the reserves up. Have them dig into the shell holes and fortify the rubble. This should make our enemy's job a lot harder if, as I suspect, the shelling as brought down masonry into the roads. I presume the submarines have already fired?"

"Right away, sir. And yes, sir." The submarines had fired missiles containing top-attack armour piercing submunitions over a wide area near the position of the artillery's firing.

"They are all steady battalions on the perimeter. There is no need to worry - our defences hold." The Brigadier said to his worried officers. "The attack will come soon. I know it."

Questers

24-01-2006, 23:48

[OOC: not got time to post on the naval battle atm. tommorow.]

IC:
Foster had never really hated anyone in his life (that girl he liked in his senior school though, she was a bitch) but he now knew the meaning of the word contempt. Glaring into the burning eyes of the Doomingslandian Centurion, he coughed slightly as a result of the stranglehold he was held in. He gave a short grunt after being tossed to the floor, and looked back up at the Centurion. A second later, his men began to sing. All four hundred of them, joined together in song. None where very good singers, but the effect was there. The glorious Questarian National Anthem. I vow to thee, my country, all earthly things above...

Foster smiled at the Doomingslandian. "Never. The only thing I will ever tell you is my name, rank, and serial number, you scum."

Suddenly, Fosters remembered the picture of his family tucked beneath his bergen. His eyes strayed down to it, and although he could barely even see the edge of the photo, he was comforted in some way.

Questers, city of London:
Jennifer Foster dragged her two crying children to the dole station. As a partner of a member of the military, she was one of two people entitled to a welfare cheque, and quite a handsome one that that. But she hated coming to the station. It looked so.. undignified, especially taking her two little children. She always got such dirty looks from the rich men who liked to stand outside and mock the poor who went to and from the dole station, begging for spare change. One such man was a Mr Charles.

Jennifer walked into the station, and immediately she could hear the backchat from those pigs.

"Yes... so typical. Husband runs off after the child is born, and come on, there are free... contraceptives easily available at the - OW!"

The man recoiled as Jennifer slapped him in the face, hard. "Why you insolent little whore" he said, grabbing her arms. "I'll have you-SHIT" he exclaimed, as her son, little Adam, kicked Mr Charles hard in the shins. "You insubordinate little child." he spat. "Now where did you-"

"Is there a problem here, Mrs Foster?" the military policemen asked, strolling over. He had become quite acquainted with Jennifer, as he was an old schoolfriend of Captain Foster's. He gave Mr Charles an accusing look. "Hitting a woman, Mr Charles? Yes, I saw it all. How insubordinate of you. I suggest you leave this place at once, and don't you dare return when i'm on duty again." Mr Charles gave an indignant huff and left. The MP noticed Jennifer was crying, and gave her a friendly hug.

"It's alright Jenny. Don't you worry, he'll be back soon, I'm sure. Now you go collect your dues." he smiled, folding a twenty pound note into her hand.

"Thank you." she sniffed, not noticing the money he had given her.

"God bless you, Mrs Foster."

Praetonian HQ
The major smartly saluted the Praetonian brigadier-general, announcing himself.

"Major Banton, Questarian Elite Para Counter Insurgency Regiment. I have an urgent message from my CO."

he handed the Praetonian the sheet of paper, which read;

TAKING AIRPORT, SECURING AIRPLANE, BRING CONGRESS FOR EVACUATION ASAP, DEFENCES LACK AT/AA, NO ARMOURED VEHICLES, NO HEAVY WEAPONS,
IN SERVICE OF THE CROWN
END

MassPwnage

25-01-2006, 01:23

Night, on the Doomish flank:

Under the cover of smoke and infrared decoys several kilometers away (which the Praetonians surely would probably fire at, or at least mark for destruction later), the artillery units of the 4th Airborne division (under as much IR screening and cold electric based movement as possible) began to set themselves up on the edge of ViZion City. With a 50 kilometer range, the 55 caliber truck and APC borne 155mm artillery pieces of the 4th Airborne could hit any location in the city. Snipers and scout units under thermal blankets set themselves up on the perimeter of the artillery, watching for any Praetonian or Questarian scout activity. Pwnage scouts in FO utility vehicles moved up to the outskirts of ViZion city, escorted by lighter scout UAVs from the air. The light scout vehicles and UAVs had rather low infrared signatures, especially since they were running at a fairly slow speed, and had thermal blankets draped over their hoods and around their exhaust systems. If any Praetonian/Questarian ATGM or machinegunner opened fire on the scout vehicles, an overhead close support UCAV would drop a 500 kilogram bomb right where the fire was coming from. In the meantime, the infantry and armored vehicles of the 4th Airborne were forming a loose perimeter around their portion of ViZion under the cover of darkness, making sure to cut off several important highways.

Meanwhile, at Zypher AFB, the planes and zepplins of the 70th Mechanized Division began landing. The Legatus would really be shocked at the commander of the 70th Mechanized, one General Damon Eng. General Eng was.... well.... he was. You as the reader will see below.

"Hey there thexthy...." Damon, wearing a skintight uniform and scarf, literally strutted out from his zepplin.

Yes, not only was he gay, he had to be a stereotype as well. Well, he wasn't REALLY a stereotype, he was just putting on an act to get a rise out of the Legatus, which seemed to work so far. In fact, any lesser Doomish soldier, including the Legatus' adjutant, would have fainted from the shock.

The 70th Mechanized Division had to account for all of its equipment and make sure its equipment was in running order first, although some of its heavy artillery elements were immediately set up around Zypher AFB to prevent Praetonian artillery fire from targeting the troops inside the base itself. The next day, the 70th Mechanized would begin a flank move around the Congressional backers, in order to cut them off.

Gyrobot

25-01-2006, 01:43

Gyrobot Transports have finally arrived in Kahanistan capital, quickly, the trucks landed and were sending supplies to whatever supply depots they have remaining that wasnt ravaged. A Gyrobot Officer said to the rest of the nations through a transmission.

"This is a humanitarian operation, do not fire upon us or you will be responsible for starting a conflict with the Forces of Gyrobot. I repeat, do not attack any gyrobot personal."

With that the trucks roared foward to aid a dying city.

Meanwhile in the HQ of Neo Recanis

Gyrobot received word of the convoy entering the nation. Finally aid will be sent to the wounded forces. He then sent a secret transmission to kazahanistan

"This is santa claus to brick house, the Presents have come to the chimney, Enjoy your toys"

With that Gyrobot clicked the com link and return to his office.

MassPwnage

25-01-2006, 01:49

Kahanistan:

The 2nd fleet group brought most of its elements, including the replenishment ships filled with supplies through the Suez as Marine shore bombardment units began to take over from the 2nd FG. The shore guns remaining on the Kahanistani coast began to take heavy fire from the 30 inch guns of the Marine bombardment units off of Kahanistan's shores and from cruise missiles fired by Pwnage planes. Meanwhile Pwnage marine divisions began moving to an area where all the coastal defenses had been cleared off. More Pathfinders were parachuted onto the Kahanistani coast to determine if the landing location was safe or not, and FASCAM as well as Marine para units began landing to cut off the supply lines to the shore and prevent Kahanistani armor from attacking.

MassPwnage

25-01-2006, 01:55

"Humanitarian my fucking ass, you just violated the no-fly zone."

Gyrobot's transport planes were fire on by Pwnage CAP units at close range as they tried to land. Clouds of AAMS started flying towards them at close range, where they couldn't turn around and run. And also, the undestroyed Kahanstani depots were indentified by the positively moronic forces of Gyrobot when he began moving towards them, causing the supply depots to be bombed heavily, as well as the roads leading out of them, to prevent the Kahanistanis from using them.

Comdidia

25-01-2006, 02:35

Outside ViZion City, Comdidia Embassy and Military Outpost.
The Ambassador had recieved an encrypted Communication from the head of the states affairs, and because it wasn't priority it was waited on for several days. It read he was suppose to forward along a message to both the President and Congress of ViZion. The ambassador had read over it and was confused. It didn't seem like what they normally did in times of conflict but that wasn't his job, if he wanted to live that is.

Message to both ViZionarian Congress, and ViZionarian President-
The Government of Comdidia is quite troubled at the turn of events happening in ViZion. And fearing for the civilian safety we are deploying peacekeepers from bot hteh Embassy and Naval bases to ViZion City in an effort to keep the peace in the capital and make sure civilian's there are not harmed. They will of course be udner strict orders and are their not for any sort of military action except to safeguard the Civilian's in the capital of our long time ally ViZion.
-End Message-

Outside in the garrision and the small airfield, large enough for the small military cargo planes to land on, the peacekeeping troops had suited up and loaded into their armored personal vehicles and lightly armored trucks. They were all part fo the elitely trained Rapid Deployment Units so they had suited up in under an hour and began their drive towards the city and a hopefully easy job of just safeguarding the local population.

Meanwhile Jointly Controlled Naval Base Mediterranean Sea-
Orders had arrived, being flown in because the General didn't always trust secure radio transmission these days, that part of the 3rd Rapid Deployment Fleet was to get underway as soon as possible and head to ViZion for peacekeeping duty, and flying their peace flag of course. It was expected that it should be no more then one to two days before the fleet would be within range to deploy air support if needed.

Also departing were several of the old C-130 Transport Planes loaded up with the advanced peacekeepers that would be dropped off to be moved in preferably in a few hours.

Tyrandis

25-01-2006, 02:38

Operation: ASTEROID
0400 hrs, #25 Imperial Air Force Base

It was still pitch black outside as Captain Natsume Iwahara took her first step on the ladder parked next to her aircraft. The ground crew were double-checking everything to insure that the huge fighter she flew would operate perfectly in this cold night. "Got it ready yet?" asked the pilot as she strapped herself into the TSF-620 "Xeon" air superiority fighter's spacious cockpit. The chief nodded tiredly as he helped her into the seat, then jumped off, detached the ladder, and ran off to the side along with the rest of the maintenance team.

Natsume began the ignition procedures from rote memory, keying in the specified coordinates into her aircraft's inertial navigation system. The bright, friendly LCD panels installed in front of her came to life, informing her that the AI-driven aircraft maintenance program had ensured the fighter was in perfect condition. A green mechanical status screen told her that the Xeon had a completely filled fuel tank, and that she had a full belly of four ATAIM-4 mid-range missiles, a pair of the Kriegzimmer-built ATAIM-5 BVRAAMs, and four ATAIM-1 dogfight missiles in her side bays. The absurdly large PW-60 engines behind her growled as they propelled the TSF-620 down the tarmac.

"Tower, this is Kanariya on runway six, ready to takeoff."

"Kanariya, you are clear to taxi. Wind is negligible."

"Roger that Tower." replied Natsume, before switching to her squadron's unique radio channel. "Fenrir Squadron, this is lead, let's kick the tires and light the fires!" Following this outburst, Natsume released the brakes, and the TSF-620 roared into the starry skies, boosted by the enormous power of its engines. She pulled her aeroelastic flaps into the air, ascending until she hit 42,000 feet. One by one, the rest of Fenrir Squadron followed their leader's cue, and fell into a diamond formation. Several minutes later, they were joined by a single TEF-622 "Sparrow" multirole fighter, modified to hold incredibly powerful jamming equipment.

As this group of five aircraft headed into the cold night skies, similar formations split off away from the airbase, all of them comprised of four Xeons and a single E-variant Sparrow. The strategy itself was simple: Because the Congressional Forces had lost almost all of their electronic warfare capability, it was expected that the natural stealth abilities of the TSF-620, in addition to the support by the TEF-622s, would render them totally invisible. Each of the twenty five groups was an independent hunter-killer team, which, acting under guidance from local TE-10 airborne command and control aircraft, would sweep away every single one of the enemy's aviation force. The aerial armada arrived near southern Italy, and fanned out, searching for any hostile planes they could find. The pilots in this operation were optimistic; after all, the Congressionals couldn't hit what they couldn't see.

Captain Natsume Iwahara, callsign Kanariya, gently pushed her fighter along its designated path, her delicate fingers prepared to launch a barrage of devastating fire once the bird-dogs in the AWACS found her prey...

On the ground, the men of the 1st Btn, 22nd Air Assault Division trudged towards their waiting C-141 heavy lift transports, in full para-operations gear. Their task was considerably more dangerous; under cover of night and fighter support, the small unit of one thousand would drop towards a secure landing zone, then move out with their light equipment to support the Doomingslandi attacks against the Praetonians. Another waiting group of C-141s were loaded with VTA-68R "Lancet" attack and various utility rotary wing aircraft; these were destined for Zypher AFB, for deployment to support local operations. The rest of the division was accompanying them. Although they were not exactly pleased with the prospect of dying in a foreign country, they were considerably relieved to be moving away from all the hippies from MassPwnage that had landed on their base; it was rumored that "free thinking" was contagious.

Tyrandis was going to war, once again...

Kahanistan

25-01-2006, 02:45

The remaining heavy coastal siege guns fired artillery onto what landing craft that satellite intel could locate. Only when there were few or no landing craft approaching a gun did it then fire on the smaller destroyers and cruisers.

The Imperial Marines at the shoreline numbered about 100,000, from four different divisions. They proceeded to entrench themselves, digging the trenches right through the Pwnage bomb craters whenever possible, and setting up with M-2 heavy machine guns and M-249 GPMG's in addition to their usual heavy infantry weapons.

They were waiting for their new allies to intervene, or their enemies to attack, however the chips fell. Nothing was breaching the defenses there without sustaining the bloodiest losses a foreign invader had yet suffered on Kahanistanian soil.

Kahanistan heavy armor was concentrated mostly deep inland, but there were about 400 Merkava IV's at the shoreline. They would mostly be used in an anti-infantry role, engaging the enemy in close when heavy 155mm shells from further inland was firing on the invaders.

The troops waited to do battle on their home turf.

---

The supply depots used their anti-air autocannons to fire on the heavy bombers of the Pwnage Air Force. Bombers were generally much slower than the fighters of either side, and heavy cannon fire and SAM's were launched at them. Two depots were severely damaged and four moderately damaged, with 6,000 dead and 15,000 wounded.

Tyrandis

25-01-2006, 03:00

Statement from the Department of Foreign Affairs

"The Militant Imperium of Tyrandis finds exceptionally offensive the justifications invoked by the Democratic Soviet Republic of Kahanistan for their intervention in the ViZion conflict. Your nation, and the rest of the Congressional Forces ilk, claim to be upholding human rights in your fight against the legitimate authority of President Villain, and yet you turn a blind eye to the genocide committed by rebel factions. It is evident to all thinking men that the people of ViZion overwhelmingly support Mr. Villain, and yet you insist on claiming him a psychotic dictator.

Who is truly the psychopath, I ask? Have the Presidential Forces engaged in wholesale slaughter of civilians? They have not. Have they committed murder to hide such atrocities? They have not. Have they knowingly killed neutral observers? They have not. Only the Congressional Forces have committed such disgusting crimes. They are the only monsters in this conflict.

Tyrandis advises the nation of Kahanistan to shut your collective mouths when you blather on about human rights abuses. Leave it to the commies to engage in such hypocrisy."

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Director Hitomi Mikazawa
Director of the Department of Foreign Affairs

MassPwnage

25-01-2006, 03:39

ooc: What about the paras Kahanistan?

The AA fire that the Kahanistanis were putting into the air was falling rather short, as no AA gun had enough range to reach a modern day bomber operating at high altitudes. Several bombers did fall out of the sky when SAMs hit them, but nearby Pwnage SEAD units quickly supressed the anti-air defenses and the bombing of the Kahanistani supply depots continued, with SEAD units nearby to supress any anti-air weapons that tried to fire on the bombers. From Mogadishu, strategic bombers were being flown in as well. More supply depots and mobilizing reservists were hit by Pwnage SEAD planes and bombers flinging cruise missiles and JDAMs. Since a good deal of the 1st RRA's planes had been left behind in Kahanistan, and bases were right across the Red Sea, the Pwnage Air Force could basically keep at this for a long, long time. Anywhere Kahanistanis bunched up, a JDAM or two would be flung at them, anytime an AA radar or one of the more powerful ground search radars turned on, they would be immediately hit by HARMs.

On the coastline, several marine landing vessels were destroyed by Kahanistani siege artillery fire, but the coastal gun sites had given themselves away by opening fire. The Marine bombardment vessels began responding immediately with accurate, GPS guided fire against the coastal artillery sites. Meanwhile, amphibious landing vehicles began to be deployed from the Marine landing vessels. Swimming through the water, the amphibious landing vessels fired their 155mm low velocity guns and 30mm autocannons against the defenders at the beach, arcing thermobaric shells right into their trenches in order to clear them out rapidly. Against the Merkava 4s, each amphibious assault vehicle began to launch heavy Blowtorch top kill ATGMs against the Merkavas, 4 missiles to each tank. The paras behind Kahanistani lines started hammering the Kahanistanis with 155mm artillery fire while they sat in their trenches as well. The shells burst over the Kahanistani's heads, scattering each trench with dozens of high explosive cluster munitions.

Gyrobot

25-01-2006, 04:39

Several of the transport helicopters blew up, but gyrobot was smart, the humanitarian aid was but a ruse to enter the area generally undectected and most of the outposts they were going to were of no use for kahanistanian forces. While the convoys were destroyed. the least vital supplies were only effected. Mass Pwnage forces thought they could take down gyrobot's aid but gyrobot has only begun his assualt. The main convoy was travelling under a series of underground tunnels and have almost reach the main headquarters undetected by the enemy. Meanwhile, the pilots who bombed the dummy convoy have been tricked and their attention was diverted. several squadrons of fighters quickly entered the fray and fired a series of missiles surmounting 2500 considering the fleet consisted of 200 F/22 Raptor M series. Also they were being assisted by an navy who have departed secretly about a week ago, it consisted of 2 new terrifying weapons. The super destroyer (An very powerful anti aircraft and submarine fortress) and super sub (Submarines with state of the art stealth and Anti ship missiles and torpedos). It consisted of 4 of each and is assisted by several Leviathan battleships armed with rail launcher missiles. With that the SDs fired another onslaught of missiles at the air force consisting of 4000 missile barrage.

MassPwnage

25-01-2006, 04:44

ooc: Gyrobot, IGNORED.

Credonia

25-01-2006, 06:20

Official Message From the President of the United States of Credonia

Credonia, after fully returning to the international scene, will honor its allied responsibilities and duties and will fully support Vizion and its Congressional Forces to the best of its ability. This is a warning to all enemies of the state, Credonia will brook no aggression. We demand that all enemy nations that continue to aid in the rebel fasciest forces cease and decist or actions may be taken up by Credonia to prevent any further attacks upon our closest ally, Vizion and its government institution. Any threat made to Credonia will be regarded with the most seriousness and will be responded to in a manner that suits Credonia.

To the nation of Vizion and its loyal citizens, help is on the way. I will be meeting with my top military and political advisors ASAP to discuss an appropriate military response that will tip the scales in favor of Vizion, its Congressional Forces, and her allies who are fighting bravely in this bloody civil war. Mark my words, the aggressors will pay and Credonia will see to it that every last one is brought to justice.

Sincerely,

Kaimoni A. Sutton
Commander-in-Chief President
United States of Credonia

Questers

25-01-2006, 09:06

Bridge of the HMS Hood
Fairham looked angry. Just when he had a chance of smashing the enemy, these idiots had turned up. He knocked a glass of sake off the command table, watching it smash to the floor in a big mess.

"Communication Officer Smith, get me a direct line to that Bandurian C+C vessel."

"Aye sir."

Fairham gulped, and calmed down a little. He sent the message with his most diplomatic voice.

"Please excuse us. Just about to kick your arse back to the shithole you came from."

Fairham really was infuriated. "Comms, get on the horn to the Inglorious, I want that son of a bitch superdreadnought dead, yesterday. Kill those fuckers. All of them. Then get me a contact line to the Behemoth.”

"Aye sir!"

Fairham looked back out to sea. His ship was being pounded and although it was returning fire faithfully, he didn't know how long the Mighty Hood could last. Her structural integrity was getting weaker and weaker. Awaken, Behemoth, he whispered.

Atlantic Ocean, Undisclosed Location
The giant conning tower of HM Submarine Behemoth soared out of the water, followed by the hull of the submarine, sloshing water aside like nothing. The radar antenna made a little whining noise, and soon the message was received. Like a shark hunting for its prey, the Behemoth's sleek, streamlined form snuck under the oceans once again and turned round, heading directly for the Bandurian fleet. Built into it's side, its 32" revolver-fed nuclear torpedo tubes sat silently awaiting a target. And a target they would find.

Battlegroup: Knight, HMS Inglorious
The first wave came thundering from the carrier, lifting off at high speed and soaring through the air to the Bandurian SD. Accompanying the wave of fighters were other fighters from the HMS Interceptor, but that was not all. A hundred and sixty Swordfish class fighter bombers took off after the fighters, each one loaded with a single deadly HPM-42-N, a 5200-pound bunker buster designed to knock straight through heavy bunkers, and if needs be, a superdreadnought with a penetration capability of over 32 feet of concrete. The bunker buster would smash straight through the horizontal armour of a superdreadnought turret and explode inside.

The original aircraft flight of 450 aircraft swooped down into heavy Bandurian air defence, planes falling out of the sky due to missile, CIWS, and other assorted fire. And in addition to this, the mega-dreadnought HMS Dreadnought swung around, surrounded by its entire battlegroup, and let off its significant anti shipping missile battery before joining its battleship escorts with 30" gunfire. The Bandurians had angered the Royal Navy and now they would fight it in full force.

The submarines sped ahead at a good 32 knots, arming their torpedo tubes and engaging when they hit range. The torpedoes, moving at 82 knots with a large payload, and powered by a small nuclear reactor, were deadly to anything that got in their way.

Losses were not few though; the escorts were now running out of missiles and great losses had been taken from the initial Bandurian attack. Only the superdreadnoughts and the battleships had anything to spare for offensive.

Bridge of the HMS Hood
The Admiral looked out to sea. Wreckage was strewn across the strait for almost fifty miles. Smoke clogged a once-bright port town as all manner of vessels were smoking, burning, or exploding. It was the true meaning of a massacre. He sighed and watched as the Pwnage SDs kept firing. Looking down at the tactical display below him, he knew that his ship was going to sink. Only three of the four reactors were working, a rudder had been damaged, he had used alot of his missiles and his systems were malfunctioning. There were eighteen seperate structural penetrations around the ship. But all his guns were working. Yes, all his guns..

"Ensign. Set us a course for that superdreadnought over there. Ramming speed."

"Aye sir!"

The Mighty Hood swung its engines around, followed by the two remaining battleships, the Chieftain and the Corporal, and gunned its engines at its top speed of 23 knots. Accelerating to this speed took every bit of life from the mighty Superdreadnouht. Once the pride of the Questarian Royal Navy, the Hood was reduced to a mere wreck, its mast snapped, multiple holes in its bow and smoking heavily.

Fairham grabbed the PA, determined to send his last orders to his men and his famous dying ship.

"All hands to ramming stations. This is not a drill, all hands to ramming stations."

Crewmen ran to their last posts; whether it be a 40mm autocannon, a 30" cannon, or just got hold of something. The Hood heaved its last miles away towards the dreadnought, almost reaching three kilometres.

"Fore guns to 3 degrees port, elevation 1 degrees!"

The guns turned round and almost fired. The ship rocked and lurched and a great metal screech filled the ears of every sailor.

"Ensign, damage report!"

"Sir, we've been hit by a torpedo, possibly a keelbreaker. She's taking on water sir. We've only a minute or two left."

Fairham grunted. "All crew, abandon ship. Repeat, all crew, abandon ship."

He turned round to his bridge crew too. "Go! All of you, go!"

"Sir?" the XO, Captain Jacobs, asked. "I want to go down with the ship." he murmured as the Hood took on more and more water.

"Don't be ridiculous!" Fairham cried. "Who is going to lead the crew of this vessel to safety? You must leave this ship, Fleet Admiral." he demanded.

"Uh?" Jacobs looked aback. "Fleet Admiral?"

"Noone less than a Fleet Admiral can legally command a megadreadought, Andrew. When this ship sinks, you are tasked with survival of its many many crew. It is befitting that this rank falls on you." Fairham took the pins from his own chest and handed them to Jacobs. "Here you are, Fleet Admiral." he saluted

"Sir.. I can't accept this. I can't accept this title."

"Just do it, Fleet Admiral Jacobs." Fairham said. "Oh, and give these to the Pwnage Admiral." Jacobs handed over his sword, sheated in an ornate gold scalbard with the markings of the Royal Navy on it. Then, he took his cap, showing his short grey hair. "And this to." he handed it to Fairham.

"Now go, Fleet Admiral." he saluted, as did Jacobs, tears in his eyes. "Sir.. it's been a pleasure serving with you."

"You too, Admiral."

With that, Jacobs turned and left, one of the last sailors to leave on the huge escape boats that were many enough to house the 18,000 survivors of the Hood. Its guns and missiles falling silent when hey could have scored a hit, the Hood capsized, bringing its stern outside the water.

Fairham poured the brandy over the documents, lighting them with his lighter and then took his position at the helm.

"Goodbye old girl." he said, looking to the fore of his ship, now suspended in the air, and back to the picture of his wife.

With that, the Hood slipped majestically under the waves, a groan emanating from its beaten hull as it snapped in half from the pressure.

The Questarian fleet fell silent. 120,000 fighting men turned and saluted the ship. The shooting stopped. Fleet Admiral Jacobs in his Mk2 "Evac" Escape blowup boat, with sixty other men, sniffed as the Hood dissapeared from view completely. The last thing anyone ever saw was the proud navy ensign flapping just above the sea before it was brought underneath.

Banduria

25-01-2006, 16:15

Admiral Duheyev stood between the two Bandurian flags on the bridge of the HIS Halcyon, the massive Azaron-class Super Dreadnaught at the center of the ring formation of the Imperial Navy, watching from afar as the Questerian fleet suffered the full brunt of the Imperial attack. Shells that had gotten through the CIWS and air defence nets of the armada impacted the water around the ships, one blasting a hole in a nearby cruiser.

At the first sign of incoming Questerian planes, the carriers began launching their full air complement as hundreds of SAMs from the air defence ships, battleships, and dreadnaughts rocketed into the air, engaging the planes long before they reached the outer perimeter of the ring. As the next waves of planes came in, two hundred and fifty assorted datalinked IF-24s swerved round to meet them, firing 1500 Archonate MRAAMs towards the incoming planes. Meanwhile, smaller IF-19 escort fighters and IF-24D interceptors headed for the fighter-bombers, launching 1440 more missiles towards them.

The anti-shipping missiles were intercepted by the CIWS, ECM, laser, and SAM defences on the escorts, but with around 25,000 missiles incoming many Bandurian escorts were hit. The shells were harder to deal with, but many were intercepted by missiles as well. Very few made it to the center of the Imperial fleet.

The submarine picket around the Imperial ships also detected the incoming Questerian submarines. As anti-torpedo batteries under the ships began releasing smaller torpedoes towards the incoming sonar contacts, destroying many of them, the Imperial submarines began launching their own torpedoes towards enemy subs. A total of 600 torpedoes erupted from the Bandurian torpedo tubes and descended to below 200 m, well out of most SONAR reach. Guided by both sonar and real-time GPALS intel to avoid crashing into undersea ridges, the torpedoes shot through the depths until they reached their targets, when the main engines shut off and an auxiliary underwater ramjet engine powered up, shooting the torpedoes upwards into the hulls of their targets.

As a shell that had somehow gotten through the massive Imperial screens crashed into the water near the Halcyon, Archon Duheyev opened a secure link to one of his aides.

"Damage report," he stated.

The ensign's voice returned, "Ten frigates and nine destroyers sunk; three frigates and a cruiser taking on water; a destroyer seems to have simply blown up when hit by at least a hundred ASMs and some assorted 30" shells as well; two frigates, a destroyer, four cruisers, and a battleship damaged but still seaworthy. Capital ships are still in good shape; the HIS Auron and Seaflame have taken some dents, Seaflame has a big hole in its upper armour and we've got engineers working on it..."

"So far so good..."

"On the Halcyon itself, one 24" turret has been rendered inoperable, there are a few holes in the armour, and a couple of communications systems have been downed... engineers are working on the breaches, and there are some nasty dents aft, but most systems are still online."

"Excellent. What about the enemy?"

"From all reports only their capital ships still pack remotely enough firepower to cause any damage to Imperial assets, unless they're keeping something big in reserve."

"They won't get the chance to use it if they are," Duheyev answered. "Begin a saturation bombardment of any Questerian naval and air assets within range. Get all guns in the fleet on the enemy ships and blast them into wreckage, but leave one or two ships alive, so that they'll know who to tell their masters licked them. Get VLS systems online too, arsenal ships launch all fire, and clear a path for us through Gibraltar to Italy."

"Yes, sir."

"Is there anything between our fleet and Italy besides this pitiful navy?"

"As far as we can tell there's a Doomish blockade, but they'll probably let us through... and there are apparently some Praetonian assets in the area, but those are mostly on the ground... the Kahanistanis have been massacred, the ViZionarians are in disorder... basically, after this, we're clear."

"Good." Switching the link to connect to all ships in the Imperial fleet, he spoke only one word. "Fire."

The Bandurians had done this before, they knew what was coming now. Every single naval gun in the fleet was turned on the dying Questerian fleet, from 6" guns atop destroyers to the massive 27" guns on the Halcyon. Guns blasted away at the Questerians with such force that the recoil caused the sea to begin rocking violently. Even as this bombardment went on, waves of anti-shipping missiles shot from VLS cells and drums, skimming along the sea or arching through the sky towards the enemy ships, especially capital ships. Wave after wave of SAMs targeted the Questerian planes, and the massive attack continued for many minutes, until finally the Imperial fire died down. The damage had been done.

Jarridia

25-01-2006, 16:48

Presidential Palace; Shelbin, Jarridia

Kasilyn was whirling in her chair behind the large oak desk. Over the past view months she hadn't really been doing much except for general public relations activities in the capital city, and throughout the nation for that matter. Since government was not really her forte, she had mostly given up on international relations because she felt a little overwhelmed and scorned by most of the internation community because she was...well...a female.

After a few debacles domestically, she decided to just pull the hatchet out of the world and retreat to where she knew she could be reveered. Despite all of this, she did try to keep a keen eye to any disturbances that might potentially harm Jarridia or the WWA. But with Jarridia so far withdrawn from international politics, it seemed unlikely. She finished whirling around and finally stopped to see Kim Shaffer, the Jarridian Secretary of State standing at the desk with a red file.

"Ms. President," she said softly, "we have some information that may interest you." Kim placed the file in front of Kasilyn on the desk.

Kasilyn opened it, and slowly began glancing at the topics, "Why wasn't this brought to my attention sooner?" She asked, a little concern filling her voice, "this is over 3 months old. Why are you just now bringing it to my attention?"

"We've had a few issues down in prin..." Kim was cut off.

"That is no excuse. There can be no excuses. Our truest and closest ally has been in the midst of a dangerous and disasterous occurence. And I was not informed. This is not good at all," steamed Kasilyn, the first time she had ever been seen angry.

Kimberley nodded apologetically.

"We must make our stance known at once. It is never too late to show our allies that we are still here and viable as a friend." said Kasilyn as she closed the file. "Wait one moment, I will write this one personally."

She grabbed a letterhead and pen, and began writing a letter to the ViZionarian Congress.

To: Esteemed members of the ViZionarian Congress
From: The Pure Democracy of Jarridia

I, Kasilyn Branam, have just been informed of the recent and disgusting actions taking place by the atrocious leader Villian. It is without a doubt that such a leader of the once prosperous and peaceful nation should not be allowed or tolerated. Our alliance, and friendship are in grave danger, as well as the balance and harmony of the world that we live in. Actions must be furthered to protect the solidarity of our oh so precious kinship.

It is with great honor that I am pledging my support in insuring a ViZionarian return to peace, prosperity, and an unbiased nature. As we have read, there are already such actions in place, and we are praying for the best. The entire Nation of ViZion is in our prayers. If there is need for assistance you may call on us old friend. God speed.

Kasilyn Joan Branam
President of Jarridia

Questers

25-01-2006, 19:39

[OOC: Can you answer me some questions please Banduria?
1.) I want to know how your SD only lost one of its turrets when I sent an attack force of 160~ fighter bombers, EACH of them with a 5200-lb bunker buster, and also 450 fighters to distract your AAW? Think about this, even with the loss of all my fighters and 100 fighter bombers, the firepower twenty of them wield is significant to render pretty much any SD mission killed.
2.) I would like to know how your subs got in torpedo range and launched 600 torpedoes (to 200m? I doubt the strait even goes that low) without being detected and fired upon by my ASW?
3.) It's a pity I didn't mention exactly how many missiles I launched, because in total it was somewhere in the region of 25,000.]

Banduria

25-01-2006, 19:58

[1.) First of all, we lost only one turret because your air forces were engaged by my far larger air forces and SAM volleys long before they actually reached the SD. If you think you can march right up to an SD and start shooting at it from the air, you're dead wrong. I don't think I should need to tell you this. (And if you were launching from over your fleet or somewhere else, you certainly didn't make it seem that way.)
2.) Hmmm... maybe I should be asking then how your subs got in torpedo range. If you were in range to torpedo me, then I should logically be in range to torpedo you. That is, unless you're using some kind of super-long-range torpedo to hit me, which would be kind of redundant since I'm less than 100 km away.
3.) Well, if you had mentioned that, I probably would have known to take somewhat greater losses. In stats-based RPing such as this roleplay relies on, one sometimes needs to say exactly what one is actually doing. ;)]

Questers

25-01-2006, 20:08

[1.) Far greater? You mean you can get over 500 airplanes in the air within 10 minutes, and you mean to say that out of 160 fighter bombers they only managed to drop ONE bunker buster? That's ridiculous. I am not just walking in, I am attacking with a huge number of aircraft.
2.) I think maybe you misread my post; sped ahead, I didn't mean ahead of the fleet, I meant just fast. If you knew that already, then surely for your subs to torp mine they would have to be automatically in range of my ASW net.
3.) Yes, that's true. I apologise.]

Banduria

25-01-2006, 20:27

[1.) My "far greater" figure assumes that there were planes flying on CAP or recon missions, along with VTOL fighters like the IF-24... Besides, what about the SAMs? 610 planes would be kind of hard pressed against about 3,000 or more assorted SAMs... plus AAMs from any planes that managed to get into the air... I got the "walking in" because you stated that your planes had suddenly managed to bypass all four rings on the outer perimeter of my fleet and were engaging the air defence ships and SDs.
2.) Ok, that's fine, but your submarines then would have been in my ASW net before they could launch their own torpedoes too....
3.) Well, now that I know I'll add some extra losses on there.]

MassPwnage

25-01-2006, 20:44

ooc: Just to note, Hogsweat, dropping a bunker buster on a ship wouldn't do much anyway. If you move overhead to drop the bunkerbuster, you'll get shot down by Banduria's AA defenses, if you drop them at an angle, you might miss, and you wouldn't be be able to penetrate the SD anyway.

Kahanistan

25-01-2006, 21:02

The Kahanistan forces in the trenches hunkered down when they heard the fire, but many troops were still killed or wounded by the shrapnel. Another trench further inland where Kahanistan artillery was dug in returned fire using the coordinates radioed in from the targeted troopers to fire back on the paratroopers.

Meanwhile, an aide rushed into General Valens' office in a panic. "Defense Minister, HARM's are taking out every single radar we turn on. We can't track the Pwnage Air Force at all from here."

The general frowned, thinking for a minute. His fifty years as an officer paid off. "When I was a young pilot back in the 50's and 60's, the enemy was always able to track our radar, so we gave them a little something extra to shoot at. The planes would turn on their radar and fly low, the enemy would waste their missiles shooting at what they thought was a radar installation, and then we turned off our radar and took evasive maneuvers."

"But, Defense Minister, we are down to 500 MiG's on our homeland, maybe 90 abroad. We don't have the planes to risk."

"I am getting to that," said the old general. "We have surplus radar systems, do we not?" The aide nodded. "Wire them up and have them mounted on trucks, then have them driven around in the desert and turn them on to waste their missiles."

"Won't that kill the driver?"

"This is not a suicide mission, but I will not deny that it is very risky for the driver. We are, after all, at war here. The driver will turn off the radar as soon as the missile is fired and then speed away. Hopefully the missile will impact in the sand and not on the truck. Pwnage Intelligence will think they are supply trucks in the ground troops see them, so the trucks will have two M-2 heavy machine guns mounted on them, but they are NOT to be used to engage the enemy, am I understood?"

Shortly thereafter, the Defense Minister issued a secret order to all installation commanders not to use AA radar. Meanwhile, the Kahanistan base maintenance were beginning to repair the damage to their SAM launchers. The Shilkas and shoulder-fired rockets would have to deal with the Pwnage Air Force alone until several hundred trucks could be modified to act as decoys for the HARM's, then the remaining 30 or so undamaged SAM and cruise missile installations could be reactivated...

Meanwhile, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs replied to Tyrandis' propagandistic statement.

DEMOCRATIC SOVIET REPUBLIC OF KAHANISTAN
Ministry of Foreign Affairs

The Government of Kahanistan refutes the slanderous lies of the Tyrandisian government. Kahanistan and its allies have never undertaken a policy of genocide against the people of ViZion. We will allow neutral observers into our nation to search for mass graves and question the Kahanistan officers in ViZion, so that the statement of Tyrandis will be exposed for the propagandistic lie it is.

Killing of civilians runs directly counter to established Kahanistanian military doctrine, and is not tolerated either under our domestic laws or the international laws of warfare we uphold. We are deeply insulted at the vicious attack on our national character.

If soldiers wearing Kahanistanian uniforms are committing atrocities, we want to know about it. If they are Kahanistanians, they will be punished under our domestic law, likely spending the next 30 years in a military prison. If not, they will be handed over to the Congressional Forces for trial as war criminals.

Also, do you seriously expect us to believe that the people support a man who wishes to take power from the democratically elected Congress to become a dictator? We are protecting the sovereignty of an ally here. We urge our enemies to STFU about us infringing on national sovereignty when they are the violators in this conflict.

Signed,
Margaret Delray,
Minister of Foreign Affairs

imported_ViZion

26-01-2006, 01:16

OOC: Please keep the OOC-only posts in the OOC thread, linked on the first post of the thread... thanks!

Yallak,TG...

Yallak

26-01-2006, 03:15

To: Esteemed members of the ViZionarian Congress
From: The Pure Democracy of Jarridia

I, Kasilyn Branam, have just been informed of the recent and disgusting actions taking place by the atrocious leader Villian. It is without a doubt that such a leader of the once prosperous and peaceful nation should not be allowed or tolerated. Our alliance, and friendship are in grave danger, as well as the balance and harmony of the world that we live in. Actions must be furthered to protect the solidarity of our oh so precious kinship.

It is with great honor that I am pledging my support in insuring a ViZionarian return to peace, prosperity, and an unbiased nature. As we have read, there are already such actions in place, and we are praying for the best. The entire Nation of ViZion is in our prayers. If there is need for assistance you may call on us old friend. God speed.

Kasilyn Joan Branam
President of Jarridia

To: Kasilyn Joan Branam; The Pure Democracy of Jarridia
From: The ViZionarian Congress

Yes, it is without a doubt that the former leader Villian cannot be left in a position to wreak further havoc in ViZion and bring death and war to the world. While action is in place to prevent the ex-president from his goals we are hard pressed to contain him – and the allies he has conjured, being both outnumber and unprepared for what has occurred.
Should you be willing, then the mighty fist of Jarridian military being here to push our enemies back from whence they came would not go astray.

Matt White
Head of the Congressional Forces of the ViZionarian Congress

Yallak

26-01-2006, 04:17

The Streets of ViZion City

“Surrender now!” cried the ‘Captain’ of the militia as his group of armed men jumped up around a stationary armoured vehicle, momentarily pausing at an intersection in the road, no doubt looking for any signs of ambush. He was glad that they had not noticed his.

As he moved towards the vehicle, weapon in hand a sharp call from that direction caused him to dive towards the corner of a small building to get what little cover he could manage. Though a wave of embarrassment washed over him when he realized what the call had been and he was glad that it was dark and invisible to his men’s eyes in the night.

“Hold your fire”, came the call again, “their Praetonian”.

The Captain rose and moved quickly, though still cautiously towards the vehicle.

“Captain Malloy, Congressional Militia”, he said to figure now emerging from the vehicle, silhouetted by the single street lamp some distant down the road, “whom do I have the pleasure of addressing?”

ViZionarian Congress, HQ

“What is the current position of known forces?” asked Congressman Matt White, the newly chosen leader of the Congressional Forces. Though he lack much in the way of military knowledge, it was easy to pick up when your choices would spell victory or defeat to your whole nation. No pressure, he though, clearing his mind to listen in on the answers he began to receive.

“The forces from Practon base are the closest” began General Asherman, the only ViZionary Military to be inside the city a present. He’d luckily been speaking with Congress when the civil disagreements broke out. “They’ve looped around from the east and are now moving towards the city through the North side – the only one not yet under blockade by Presidential Forces. However they lack much in the way of heavy support.”

“What then?”

“After that where not entirely sure. Contact has been scattered and bases have taken different amount of time to hear about the situation and react to it. We still have very limited communications at the moment – but we are working on it.”

“That’s fine, General. What about Naval and Air forces?”

“A similar situation – we don’t know, although there was a brief word before from Aura base: something about dispatching several vessel towards the city, but with all the hostiles around now they may not even be afloat anymore.”

“Well, make finding out what happened to them a priority. There firepower could alleviate the pressure on our civilians having to fight the enemy in the city.”

“Already on it.”

MassPwnage

26-01-2006, 05:12

Kahanistan:

The paratroopers were taking casualties from the Kahanistani artillery bombardments as their mobile artillery pieces deployed a screen of VIRSS smoke and repositioned quickly. The Kahanistani artillery pieces though, made a fatal mistake, as their firing gave away their positions. Immediately, UCAVs began to pound the Kahanistani artillery batteries with JDAMs and missiles. Also, Pwnage planes began to fire HARMS at any Shilkas on the ground, and also, they fired missiles that homed in on Kahanistani communication signals. Para engineers had already fired demolition sized HEAT warheads into the ground to sever any wire based links from the coast to the interior. Even if the Kahanistanis were to turn off their wireless communications sets, the missiles would still fly towards the source of the communication guided by their own infrared and active radar.

On the beach, the Marine amphibious assault vehicles began moving forward, continuing to shell the marines in the trenches with thermobaric shells from their guns. There were mine plows on the front of the vehicles to get rid of any mines, AT or otherwise, and marine engineers following close by the amphibious assault vehicles were on the lookout for any command deonated explosives beneath the beach. If the defenders opened up on them with MG fire, they would respond with thermobaric rocket fire. On the rear of the Kahanistani defending troops, the Marine paratroopers attacked, using IFVs and assault guns with heavy breaching weapons to attack pillboxes, as well as self propelled artillery and JDAM support from overhead UCAVs to attack trenches. The roads leading to the shore were heavily mined to prevent armored forces from moving up.

The Marine bombardment vessels started to target Kahanistani civilians again, mainly from aerial reconaissance photos revealing the location of the MASH hospitals in the middile of the desert, as well as any refueling posts for Kahanistani vehicles.

Kahanistan's mistake in trying to hurry up and equip the radar trucks was that the Pwnage strategic bombers began to arrive. And since they had no real way of hitting the bombers, they would suffer greatly. Of course, if they started activating their SAM radars, they would immediately be hit by HARMs.

Tens of thousands of bombs and cruise missiles began dropping from the bombers, many of them bunkerbusters targeting the fresh water cisterns that the Kahanistanis buried under the ground. Even if the bombers didn't hit the cisterns, the distribution pumps would be disrupted and a follow up from the Marine bombardment ships with 30 inch HEAT rounds would puncture the tanks and pollute the contents inside with a near lethal dose of copper. Other bombs targeted mobilizing reservists, Kahanistani armored vehicles, and supply/ammo dumps.

(ooc: You have yet to reply to Al-Qamar, even though my paras there are hitting your troops inside Al-Qamar with heavy artillery)

~*~**~*

From MassPwnage to the Government of Kahanistan:

You know, we are REALLY tiring of this. How about we make the following deal:

You Must:

* You end all involvement in ViZion and surrender your forces there to Doomish or Pwnage forces.

* Immediately cease all hostilities against Pwnage forces.

* Allow my engineering boats to tow off your wrecked fleet.

* Pay 3 trillion USD to cover Pwnage deployment costs

In exchange, We Will:

*Allow you to keep your pathetic sovreignity.

*Withdraw immediately, and in peace.

*Leave you alone, unless you attack Pwnage military or civilian assets.

It is wise to note that we have also hit your precious fresh water reserves and FASCAMed the roads into your nation to prevent delivery, so if you wish to avert a severe humanitarian crisis in your nation, you will agree to our terms.

We await your reply.

~*~**~*~

Gibraltar:

The Questarian Warspite, sitting dead in the water after its radars were taken out, was targeted next. The Pwnage battleships began to pour missile after missile into it, as well, as heavy gunfire. So did the Blue Earth Superdreadnoughts, although the situation on the second Blue Earth was becoming really rather precarious; the water pumps on the ship were working hard to keep it afloat, and the automated damage control systems were trying to seal off as many comparments as possible. In a minute, each Blue Earth had fired of a total of two broadsides consisting of 30 shells each at the Warspite, and a total of more than 1,200 anti-ship missiles, as well as more than 4,000 from the battleships.

The battleships, with plenty of missiles to spare as well, started firing thousands of missiles into the second battlegroup to help the Bandurians fighting them.

Unfortunately then, an accident occured. One of the battleships fired a salvo at one of the defunct Questarian carriers. As the shells flew towards the Questarian ship, the fire control officer, giddy with glee, watched the footage fthe cameras in the nose were delivering from the shells. Then, his face turned ashen. He never noticed the carrier was flying hospital ship flags.

"Oh shit..." he muttered.

Ten 20'' shells slammed into the carrier turned hospital ship. For those onboard, life wasn't going to be pleasant. The fire control officer cursed his bad luck, he wasn't going to get that promotion after all... Damn.

The Questarian escort ships were also being hammered. Pwnage ships were opening up on them at near point blank range with an almost constant stream of gun, missile and torpedo fire. Reaction time to those munitions was near nothing, as distances were only around 20 or kilometers.... Things weren't looking too good for the enemy as ship after ship exploded into chunks. The minute of silence wasn't really that good for them either, as the smaller arsenal ships in the Pwnage fleet began firing on what was left of the Questerian fleet as well.... Thousands upon thousands of more missiles streaked forth from their VLS tubes.

Kahanistan

26-01-2006, 06:01

Najaster, Capital of Kahanistan

Office of General Marcellus Valens, Minister of Defense

General Iosif Malakov, an armored commander, spoke to the Defense Minister in a fearful tone. "Defense Minister, they are attacking our civilians, poisoning our water, they will defeat us easily. Has Project Sicarius (http://s13.invisionfree.com/The_NS_Draftroom/index.php?showtopic=865) been completed yet?"

General Valens shook his head. "The engineers are still working the bugs out of it, they say that a stealth missile with a range of 9,000 kilometers in that size is impossible."

Admiral Mikhail Korganov frowned. "They've mined our roads and implemented a no-fly zone. How are the Otagian weapons we ordered going to get in?"

"Have you ever tried implementing a no-fly zone on 20,000 Otagian VTOL's? If they attack, we have a new ally," said Minister Valens. "They expect us to surrender after what they have done. Surrender to Doomingsland gets you a place on a stake." He thought of his wife, impaled during the Freekish war. He wiped a tear from his normally stoic face.

DEMOCRATIC SOVIET REPUBLIC OF KAHANISTAN
Ministry of Defense
Open Government Statement

The Government of Kahanistan tires of this war as much as you do.

We will withdraw the estimated 35,000 surviving Kahanistanian troops in ViZion if you remove an equal number of your troops from ViZion. We will not surrender them to Doomingsland as we know their habit of impaling prisoners of war through intelligence footage.

As their ally, we know that you would likely hand us over to them to be impaled, though as far as we know you do not practice impalement yourselves. We request that we be allowed to use an unarmed civilian vessel to remove the troops instead of surrendering them. We will allow this vessel to be thoroughly searched.

With Kahanistanian cessation of involvement, we no longer would have reason to maintain hostility toward MassPwnage. You will be allowed to tow our damaged warships away.

I suggest that further negotiations on this matter be held in a neutral location.

Signed,
General Marcellus Valens,
Minister of Defense

Signed,
Mohammed bin Yusuf al-Za'if,
President of Kahanistan

The Defense Minister smiled as he sent off the letter. No longer were the enemies interested in unconditional surrender. He felt that he had saved face for his country, this would help him in the election.

Credonia

26-01-2006, 08:38

OOC Kahanistan, could i speak with you on MSN or AIM sometime..its of grave importance and is time critical

Credonia

26-01-2006, 09:09

Official Declaration of the United States of Credonia

From: Kaimoni A. Sutton, Commander-in-Chief, President, United States of Credonia
To: All nations involved in this conflict

"Credonia, acting in sound judgement, with firm resolve, and in full defense of its allies hereby pledges and reaffirms is intention to honor its duties to its allies and will do all within its power to see to it that the infidels do not succeed in their goals to bring the nations of Vizion and Kahanistan to their knees. We cannot sit back idlely and allow for this to happen, and we will NOT tolerate such treatment of our allies.

To the nation of MassPwnage, end your military offensive against the nation of Kahanistan or we will have no choice but to allow you to feel the FULL brunt force of the entire Credonian military bearing upon not only your territorial borders but inside Kahanistan where you have illegally and with no justification, engaged in conflict. You have five hours from the reciept of this this message before Credonia begins a full mobilization of its military forces to be used in defense of Kahanistan (40+ million troops to be sent in continual waves). Credonia is dedicated to the preservation of its friends and allies and we will do anything and everything within our power to see to it that they survive any and all enemy attacks from your nation or any other nation on earth, no matter what the cost. Do not underestimate the determination and resolve of Credonia and its people, for we are a force to be reckoned with and we have yet to not make good on a promise of war against an enemy nation."

Signed,

Kaimoni A. Sutton
Commander-in-Chief
President
United States of Credonia

Yallak

26-01-2006, 09:30

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Official Imperial Transmission

To: The Government of MassPwnage
CC: The Governments of Credonia and Kahanistan
From: The High Council of Arrandin

The Infinite Empire, in accordance with Imperial laws and in aid to Kahanistan, a nation in good standing with the Imperial government, hereby vows its full power to removing your forces from the sovereign territory of the Democratic Soviet Republic of Kahanistan.

We allocate the same time given to you as done by Credonia for you to cease hostilities and unconditionally withdraw from Kahanistan. If you fail to do so, then expect us to arrive with Credonia to hand out your death penalty for an illegal invasion.

Lord Sollonaal, Supreme Magistrate of Yallak

MassPwnage

26-01-2006, 16:44

To the Governments of Yallak and Credonia:

We'll be blunt since we really don't want to interrupt our Street Fighter game for too long.

Go fuck yourselves.

Yours Truly, Some random people in MassPwnage.

~*~*~*~

To the Government of Kahanistan:

Now now, you do REALLY want to extend the war on your territory? Call off your lapdogs or you'll never see the end of us.

Banduria

26-01-2006, 17:14

Official Imperial Communiqué
To: The Governments of Yallak and Credonia

To put it in, I fear, rather undiplomatic terms: The Imperium of Banduria and its allies have just fucked an established naval superpower several times over.* What makes you think you will fare any better? We formally advise you to keep out of this conflict unless you too want to watch every one of your soldiers, sailors, and airmen deployed to the ViZionarian front die a death that would give Damien Dreadfire nightmares.

Damian Hertz
Vice Chairman, Department of Foreign Affairs

* [ooc: Yes, we haven't quite yet, but that is a thing called 'propaganda' ... you can't always take it too literally.]

Questers

26-01-2006, 18:44

[OOC: As a note, to Yallak+Credonia who received that message, your intelligence would probably recognise I was heavily outnumbered in capital warships (cruiser+) and only barely equal in escorts.

Comdidia

26-01-2006, 23:50

Outskirts of ViZion City
The large convoy slowed down, the lead vehicles scanning the area for any threatsa as tehy stopped and waited for the commander to radio their next directions to them. All they were told was to drive to the city and wait for confirmation before entering and taking up 'positions' the briefing said.

Convoy lead then sent a radio communication back requesting new orders or permission to move into the city.

Comdidian Embassy and Military Outpost
The first flights of C-130's had begun to land at the base unloading a large assortment of things, from weapons, ammunition, vehicles and troops. The small base had turned into a full scale operation to try and keep the runway's clear as more was brought in. It was clear to the troops the General's didn't think they could stay neutral in this conflict for to long it seemed.

ViZion Coast
The Small detachment and lead elements from the Comdidian fleet had arrived just off the coast of ViZion and had several planes prepped to fly on a scramble if needed while the CAP flight's continued around the clock to try and keep tabs on anything in the area since they really had no clue what their mission was other then to wait for radio communications from the ground forces.

McLeodia

27-01-2006, 02:25

<Encrypted Transmission>
To: MassPwnage, Banduria
From: Unknown Location

Gentlemen,

Our nation has been out of the loop for some time, but we come back to find roles reversed. Our previous friends and allies now actively seek to destroy right-wing governments do they? Well, not this one they won't. Stand by for further notification of our help.

Yours,

King James VII,
McLeodia

McLeod03

27-01-2006, 03:39

<Royal Palace, McLeodia, Southern McLeod03 - Two hours ago>

Thousands of smartly dressed staff bustled their way through endless jobs at this, the seat of the McLeodian throne. Cleaners, technicians, analysts, PR experts, military advisors, trade experts, economic advisors, and even legal advisors all busily worked to keep the massive country running. At this very moment in time, one of them had an unenviable job to do as he walked up to a non-descript door, knocked, and entered.

Inside, four tall broad shouldered men looked straight at the analyst, causing him to break step in fear. They stepped aside, and he was face to face with James McLeod VII. A young man, James was sat in a leather swivel chair with his feet on the gloriously carved oak desk from which the country had been run for decades. He looked over at the approaching analyst, who was desperately trying to flatten out his comb-over and straighten his tie without letting go of the disk in his hand.

"Your Highness" he began, nerves causing his voice to tremble "It would seem that the ViZion Congress has turned against its President, and civil war is breaking out. Several of our old friends seem to have lost their way, and are now fighting with the Congress. At this time" he continued, slotting the disk into a projection unit on one wall "it would seem that only MassPwnage, and, erm, Banduria, are currently supporting the Presidential forces." He stopped as an animated globe appeared on screen, and the computer began to show maps of the involved countries, and a large scale theatre map showing the deployment of forces as known so far.

James stood, silently, and walked over to the screen. He paused there, took the analysts hand, shook, and said simply "Good work man. Keep it up". He turned back to his desk and pressed a button on the front of his own monitor. Instantly, throughout the vast corridors of the Palace, pagers rang, and the Armed Forces Chiefs were called into a meeting, one which would reassert McLeod03's presence on the world map.

<McLeodian Broadcasting Company 8am Breakfast News - This present time>

The King stood alone behind a podium outside the main entrance to the Palace. His dark hair was styled, his suit impecibly washed and ironed. His blue eyes stared straight down the camera lense, appearing to bore straight into the viewer.

"My fellow Mcleodians" he began "It has reached my attention that a vast portion of the ViZion Congress has turned traitor and rebelled against its President. They have support from several other nations who seem to want to destroy a nation that was, in many respects, similar to this one."

He paused for effect before continuing "Following a meeting with my Advisory Council, and the Armed Forces Chiefs, I have reached a decision that will end our self imposed exile from the real world. It is time to once again make our mark on the future of humanity. McLeod03 is, as of 8:00 this morning, at war with the nations of this world that have allied themselves with the ViZionian Congress. Thank You"

Soviet Bloc

27-01-2006, 08:12

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Official Government Statement

The Armed Republic of Soviet Bloc has always, and will always, base its foreign policy solely on the aid and furtherance of our allies. By this long-standing doctrine, we will provide our aide to the government of Credonia. Never has the Armed Republic provided its support solely to the philosophies of political leanings or to the influencing of foreign governments towards a certain political thinking, and this still stands true today as we aid our ally, a leftist regime supporting a leftist regime, although ourselves are a fiercely loyal conservative government. This doctrine has remained the same since the initial days of the Armed Republic, and our foreign policy is based solely around the relations which we have built up beforehand; it is not uncommon for the Armed Republic to fight alongside our left-leaning allies. And because of this, we will not hesitate to aid our allies in Credonia.

However before we must enter the fray, we must appeal to those on the other side of the conflict. McLeod03, we hold nothing but respect for your nation and have long considered ourselves friendly in the past, stemming especially from the sale of Dat' Pizdy Arms Corporation aircraft to your air force so long ago, as well as our common membership in the Council of Air Powers. Although this was far in the past, and well before my time, your nation is still held with a high regard within the Armed Republic and, as our foreign policy dictated, allies always come first. And although you are not an ally as we define it, you are close enough to warrant heavy hesitation on our entrance into this conflict. We hold no qualms with the McLeodian government and hope that that shall remain. Alone, we are not highly enthused on our protection of the leftist Congressional forces, but, we will support and defend an ally regardless of their cause [within reason]. We hope that some compromise, or otherwise solution, to this conflict may arise, or at least a pact between our two nations concerning the cessation of hostilities involving the conflict as a whole, or partitioned.

Again, the Armed Republic intends to support our allies in Credonia. We seek not to further the political agenda of either side of this ViZionarian conflict, but we do intend to fully protect, and assist, Credonia. Whether or not this means the proxy support of a left-leaning government, we will not say, but our undying resolve to defend and assist our allies will result in our entrance into this conflict.

Kagan Viktor R. Dokhturov
-Kagan, Armed Republic of Soviet Bloc

Credonia

27-01-2006, 08:26

Official Response from the Secretary of State

"Credonia deeply appreciates the pledged assistance from the nation of Soviet Bloc, a long-time ally and friend of Credonia. We are also appreciative that you are putting your nation's neck out for us and fighing along side us, against a nation that you consider to be your friend, and a good one at that. We hope that this conflict may be resolved in a peaceful and timely manner with little to no more bloodshed.

To the nation of Kahanistan, Credonia reaffirms its pledge of support for your nation. Tho we have not had dealings with your nation in the past, any friend and or ally of Vizion is a friend and pseudo-ally of Credonia and we will do all in our power to help and assist them if Vizion so requests us to do, as it has. Help is on the way. You will not fall into the hands of the enemies and Credonia is willing to stick its neck out to ensure that that does not happen. Let it be made known to you and the rest of the world, you nation has the FULL support, both politically and militarily, of the nation of Credonia and its people."

With utmost Sincerity,

Lauren R. Smith
Secretary of State
United States of Credonia

Banduria

27-01-2006, 15:33

"Your Highness" he began, nerves causing his voice to tremble "It would seem that the ViZion Congress has turned against its President, and civil war is breaking out. Several of our old friends seem to have lost their way, and are now fighting with the Congress. At this time" he continued, slotting the disk into a projection unit on one wall "it would seem that only MassPwnage, and, erm, Banduria, are currently supporting the Presidential forces." He stopped as an animated globe appeared on screen, and the computer began to show maps of the involved countries, and a large scale theatre map showing the deployment of forces as known so far.
[ooc: You forgot Poland... er... Doomingsland.

Hogsweat, I'm still waiting for you to post losses.]

McLeod03

27-01-2006, 15:41

<200 miles west of Italy, flying over International Waters>

The large blended-wing aircraft began a slow graceful turn to the south, sunlight glinting off its flexing wingtips, showing the distinctive tri-coloured circle pattern of the Royal Air Force on its upper wing. Inside its grey and light blue painted low-visibility fuselage, a team of nearly two dozen technicians laboured over their consoles, carefully analysing and tracking down the signal of every television broadcaster transmitting inside ViZionian Italy. The EC-129 Snoop was equipped for a new style of McLeodian warfare, the propaganda machine masterminded by analysis of previous world wars.

With the stations frequencies found, the Snoop transmitted its frequency information to orbitting satellites, which in turn tuned their own massive transmitter arrays to mirror the ViZionian broadcast network. At the command of the MC aboard the EC-129, the satellites began to take over the transmissions, rendering the ground based stations useless, and any orbitting satellites pointless.

A scrambled transmission burst from the EC-129 informed MAFCC that Stage 1 of Operation Slippery Weasel was complete.

<Meditteranean Sea, that same time>

Several unmarked aircraft, flying standard airline corridors, all flying near the combat zone suddenly declared emergencies due to missile strike, and rapidly descended before disappearing off of radar. What wasn't spotted was these 'airliners' releasing swarms of miniature UCAV's seconds before they slammed into the cold unforgiving water and obliterated themselves.

The Hawk UCAV's, one of McLeodian Aeronautics finest designs, was a little over a meter long, and less than that wide. Using efficient mission adaptive profile wing designs, combined with a near silent engine, the Hawk was the ultimate insurgency vehicle, easily capable of slipping under radar coverage into a country, almost undetected unless they were spotted. At night. When in night camouflage. Easy then, really.

Each of the seventy Hawks was designated a target throughout ViZion, be it relay center, transmitter tower, or even television station. With their payload of AGM-12 mini-Maverick missiles, the tiny aircraft were easily capable of disabling a dish or station without problems.

<RAF Cromwell, McLeod03>

Four thin dark painted aircraft shot down the bases twin parallel runways, climbing into the night skies on blue diamond exhaust trails, cutting reheat once they reached their refuel point, before refuelling and accelerating again, rapidly gaining height until they reached almost the edge of space. The OA-71 Thunderbirds, heavily modified SR-71 airframes, were designed for one purpose. They were satellite killers. Their weapons bays filled with kinetic impact weapons proved it.

The ViZion civilian satellites would of course be geostationary, unless the companies controlling them could afford to put hundreds of identical satellites into various orbits, which was unlikely. That was all well and good, but it made tehm sitting ducks for a missile moving in excess of Mach 20. Nearly a hundred of the tiny stainless steel darts were accelerated towards the satellite clusters, unstoppable, and chillingly efficient.

Doomingsland

27-01-2006, 17:03

OOC:Ugh, go away for a few days and look what happens? Ok, I'll respond to all this stuff one at a time...

IC:

ViZion City

The incoming Praetonian cruise missiles managed to arrive undetected. However, a good amount of the howitzer batteries had been evacuated by the time they arrived. Unfortunately for the Doomingslanders, there were stragglers.

The Praetonian warheads split open in midair, showering the land below with hundreds of cluster munitions, utterly burrying the area once occupied by Imperial artillery in a thick hail of deadly explosives. Of the fifteen guns still within the area, none survived the deadly attack.

However, that was far from annihilating Imperial artillery support: sixty-five guns still remained, along with eighty MLRS systems, already begining to set up in a different area.

Now that the Legatus had a clear idea that the Praetonians did, in fact, bring counter-battery RADAR with him, he immediately set into motion a plan to knock them out.

It was a simple plan.

The area that had been bombarded by artillery was immediately hit from nearby Testudo mortar tracks, pumping multiple 120mm VIRSS smoke rounds right behind the former Praetonian line. Mixed in with these rounds were shells packed with sensor equipment and parachutes. The 'chutes would deploy in mid flight, allowing for the sensors to have greater accuracy. When the Praetonian RADAR made contact with the rounds, a full battery of Onager 203mm self-propeled mortars would open fire on the enemy RADAR sites, hopefully snuffing out the enemy's ability to retaliate in such a fashion once and for all.

Meanwhile, thanks to the thick smoke screen that would prevent enemy infrared or LIDAR/LADAR from seeing friendly movement, Imperial mechanized units surged forward along side dismounted infantry, who would enter the now-smouldering Praetonian positions in order to secure them, and possibly turn them against their foe.

Comdidian movement did not go unnoticed, either. A security Treturia, upon hearing of the movement of the convoy within ViZionarian territory, had been ordered to prepare to set up a road block. When their exact area of approach had been discovered, the unit moved to seal off that road.

It was a small unit, consisting of three squad-sized elements plus a Pwnage-made utility vehicle.

The vehicle was parked across the road and sandbag positions were errected next to it. Tire spikes were put down along with barbed wire. There was a single Decaria manning the road block. Taking advantage of the relatively hilly terrain around that stretch of road, the other two Decarii took up carefully concealed positions in the surrounding area, entrenching themselves in the downward slopes, and covering their positions with IR-insulating material and camo netting. An ACU-351C 30mm automatic grenade launcher and two DAT-140 Gladius ATGMs had been set up in concealed positions, along with two DGM-250 medium machineguns.

Also on station was a single GRI-37 Corvus attack helicopter, laden with 80mm and 35mm rocket pods. This aircraft would stay hidden behind the hills until it was needed.

Because the Empire didn't wish to have someone else bugging them within the city, the unit was ordered to hold fire. While they were firmly entrenched, they had no intention of attacking the convoy. They simply wished to know its intentions, and, if possible, inspect it.

The ARSB's pledge of support to the Credonians DEFINATELY stirred up the hornet's nest within the Imperial government. A trusted ally, one with a conservative government, was supporting leftist enemies.

Encrypted Imperial Transmission to the ARSB

Greetings, noble allies,

It has come to our attention that the ARSB has aligned itself with a power currently aligning itself against the Empire within the so called 'ViZionarian Conflict'. This has both troubled and confused the Imperial Government. Why is it that our ally, a nation with a fiercly conservative government, align itself with leftist scum against the Empire? If we have previously offended the Armed Republic in any way shape or form, we were not made aware of any such transgression. We urge you to reconsider your stance in this matter, for the sake of maintaining such excellent relations, and aid, instead, your allies in Doomingsland against the evil Congressional terrorists.

What confused the Imperial Government even more was the involvment of the McLeodian Kingdom. Well, not exactly. Their involvment did not come as a surprise, as they seemed to have stood in the way of the Empire at every possible turn. What truely amazed them was the fact the McLeodians had aligned themselves with the Presidential forces, in turn aligning themselves with the Empire!

Jarridia

27-01-2006, 18:28

Televised Announcement; Presidential Palace; Shelbin, Jarridia

Kasilyn was standing behind her desk, rustling through several small piles of papers, her hands were shaking, and it was fully evident that she was in no way prepared to take on her first fully live international announcement. She looked around helplessly for a moment, then plopped down in the chair as Kimberley Shaffir entered the room. Kasilyn let out a deep sigh, and Kim passed by the cameras and over to where she was sitting.

"Don't worry too much Ms. President," smiled Kim, trying to calm Kasilyn's stressed nerves, "If you get lost, don't get nervous. Just follow the teleprompter, it will be running. If you make a mistake, don't stop, everyone has done it before."

Kasilyn looked at Kim, obviously not comforted by what she had said, and all of a sudden the camera men entered the room, "We'll be on in Ten seconds Ms. President."

Kimberley nodded and backed off out of view, and Kasilyn quickly organized and composed herself before the final countdown, the director stated, "we'll be on in 5...4...3...2..."and then with his finger he pointed the 1.

Kasilyn smiled brightly, the lights shining off of her brunette hair and making her blue eyes sparkle. She wasn't an extremely pale woman, but she wasn't very tan either. Her diamond earrings twinkled as she began to make her speech. Behind her, the massive windows opened onto the Shelbin skyline and the setting sun. Truly a remarkable view.

"Good Evening everyone, I am President Kasilyn Joan Branam of the Pure Democracy of Jarridia." She paused a moment, allowing her soft, pure and honest voice to fall on the ears of her listeners. "It has come to my attention, and the attention of Jarridia's allies in the WWA that the current conflict surrounding ViZion has escalated into what could be a very devastating clash in the Mediterranean. Though Jarridia, or any other WWA member, has not issued an official stance on the current crisis, we do feel the need to raise our security levels throughout the Mediterranean region. First, it shall be noted that Jarridia, and myself for that matter, stand in support of proper government of ViZion, namely being the elected congress and the constitution of the aforementioned nation."

She paused breifly before continuing.

"It is in our observations that we can conclude Former President Villian has sought to decieve the congress and establish himself as a supreme ruler of ViZion. In our eyes, this will never stand, and everything will be done to insure that ViZion survives as a free and honest nation, as well as a Jarridian ally. With the amount of conflict that will soon be taking place in the Mediterranean, I have decided to bring the Jarridian alert up to DA 4. All forces in Mediport, ViZion will be alerted to mobilize and prepare for the possibility of an attack, or the need to stand in defense of ViZion. In addition to this, forces from Barcelona and Portugal will be ordered to move towards the Italian Peninsula to further support the forces at Mediport. All forces in the Sinai Peninsula and Port Said are being ordered to take every precaution with ships passing through the Suez Canal. Be aware, that if any suspicious activity is noted, it is well within Jarridia's right as a sovereign nation to investigate any vessel. At this time, the Suez Canal will remain open to all shipping needs, but can and will be closed down at the first sign of trouble.

In addition, I am calling for the JVNDS (Jarro-ViZo Nuclear Deterrent System) to be activated and prepared for any atrocious attack that should take place with the enormous military build-up in the region. All home forces withing the Jarridian state will be alerted, but not mobilized until the need arises.

In conclusion, Jarridia wishes to return ViZion to its once proud state. It is alarming how many nations are so willing to rip our ally apart, and we will do whatever it takes to insure its free and peaceful survival. To all belligerents in this conflict, on both sides, do not test our resolve. Thank you, a God bless."

The camera clicked off and Kasilyn laid her head on the desk. Kim slowly walked over and put her hand on Kasilyn's shoulder, "You did excellent Ms. President."

Kasilyn turned her head to the side and smiled.

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Mediport, ViZion; Jarridian Base

Military Listing

Army

Infantry: 200,000
Marines: 150,000

Modern Armor Divisions: 25 (10 ea)
Tank Divisions: 75 (5 ea)
Mechanical Infantry Divisions: 35 (5 ea)
Radar Artillery: 33

Navy

SEALS: 15,000
Men: 12,000

Carriers: 3
Battleships: 3
Cruisers: 10
Destroyers: 11
AEGIS Cruisers: 2
Submarines: 8
Nuclear: 5

Air Force

Airmen: 5,000
Ground Crew: 200

B-2: 23
F-15: 550
F-16: 700
F-117: 456
Drones: 75

Strategic

Cruise Missiles Batteries: 200 (100 ea)
Tactical Nukes: 455

Lonestar First-Strike Batteries: 5,000 (50 ea)

These forces are currently located in Mediport (southern coast of ViZion).

Doomingsland

27-01-2006, 20:15

Imperial III Fleet

Admiral Meridius smirked as the Kahanistanis ran and hid from his brutal bombardment. They were no longer a threat. Well, no longer a serious threat. That area would now be constantly monitered by an ACI-3A ELINT aircraft in order to spot any stragglers. If the Kahanistanis were foolish enough to reveal their positions, they would soon have multiple artillery rounds falling on their heads.

Of course, there was now a more serious threat. The Jarridians. The Empire was more than farmiliar with these scum, having dealt with them back when ViZion and Generia were on the brink of war.

Now that they had declared support for Congressional forces, Meridius had more than enough reason to exterminate their entire base.

The guns of the fleet now had a new target, as did the cruise missile batteries.

Targetting enemy battleships were the 20" guns of the flagship, while the smaller 12" guns of the heavy cruisers would be targetting escorts and carriers. The base's perimeter was to be FASCAMed as, well.

On his order and without warning, the Imperial fleet let loose a tremendous bombardment, with twelve heavy cruisers firing off their eight 12" ETC guns, targetting their more thinly armored Jarridian counterparts. When each volley made contact with a ship, they would switch targets, hopefully putting the enemy fleet out quickly.

The Dreadnaught's own twelve 20" guns were targetted at the enemy's battleships, which would most likely be incapable of withstanding the massive guns' rounds. It would be using the same tactics as the cruisers, firing off a volley at one ship, then switching targets. Because there were only three enemy battleships and the fleet would be out of range of the Jarridian's naval artillery, they would be able to do this and still be relatively safe. However, the enemy would still most likely be able to use cruise missiles.

While the gun battle commenced, the vertical launch systems of the fleet sprang to life. The engines of the several hundred Longbow cruise missiles ignited, filling the decks of the ships with smoke as they shot into the night sky, streaking towards the enemy base. Cruising low to the ground and using the terrain to their advantage, they would detonate along the perimeter of the enemy base, showering it with FASCAM mines, sealing in the forces that were based there. Over six hundred such missiles had been launched, with another two hundred targetting enemy airfields to prevent the Jarridians from launching most of their fighters.

Meanwhile, the fleet's air units prepared to engage the enemy aircraft that had succeeded in launching.

Soviet Bloc

28-01-2006, 06:25

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Official Government Response Transmission [Doomingsland; Encrypted]

Our esteemed comrades within the Imperial Government,

Although we deeply regret our current position on the opposing side of so many nations of which we consider friendly, we cannot change what has already begun. Credonia has been an ally long before we were allies with the Empire, courtesy of the Ottoman Alliance, and holding true to our foreign policy, we aid an ally in need. Credonia requested our assistance in this conflict, a conflict which had evaded our intelligence services as it had no former relation to us, and we acted accordingly to our long-standing foreign policy. Hence, when Credonia requested our assistance, we were quick to assist, not fully realizing the situation at hand, and the fact that at least one ally [the Empire] and several friendly nations are upon the opposing end. We were hasty, but just, in our decision and now we cannot turn back from supporting our allies, no matter their cause.

We hold no qualm with the Empire, and look not to decay our precious relations, however, we cannot let an ally which has stood alongside us for so long down. We will continue our support of Credonia, whether it be military, diplomatic, or economic. What we can assure the Empire is that we seek not to actively engage in supporting the leftist government, and will attempt to refrain from doing so by limiting our involvement. The Armed Republic, above-all, seeks a diplomatic cessation of hostilities in this matter, and we sincerely hope our entrance into this conflict may bring about some sort of diplomacy. Whether this diplomacy ends this conflict, or prevents certain factions from actively committing forces, or even segregates the battlefield, we do not know, but we hope diplomacy may take hold. But all diplomacy must start with a common ground, of which we, the Empire and the Armed Republic, share.

In regard,

Viktor R. Dokhturov
-Kagan, Armed Republic of Soviet Bloc

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