NationStates Jolt Archive

The country of Hayord was ready for war. Planes readied, troops armed, all the nessicies done.

Hamilay and Theryman were at war with him, just for fun. Unusual, sure, but Hayord brought it on itself, Hayord gonna get itself out.

Troops set themselves up along the northern border, a lanlocked country in South Armerica (area), botoom of Chile and Argentina. Nothing could get in the other way: ground-to-air rockets and auto-gun technology made sure of that.

Bring it on, thought Freeds Astyo, Hayord's president.

Already at war with many people, Ryan was still wondering why he accepted this. He had a large army- a good 2 million men- but most of them were of on other fronts. He could not spare many.

Luckily, the previous ruler had been a foolish spender, investing in everything. One thing was about to pay off, though: his genetically engineered soldiers.

Ryan walked into the underground facility. The officers snapped to attention and led him into the manager's room.
"How many we got that can go into action right now?"
"Not many, sir. Just a bit over 50,000."
"Will they be able to handle it?'
"They are not perfect yet, sir, but they should be more than competent to handle a yup of a country like that one."

Ryan left the facility without even looking at his soldiers. He ordered an up and coming general to his office.

"Young man: here is your job. You will take these men, and airlift them in here," he said, hitting a map with a pointer. "You will need to take this city right here, and we will use it as a staging area. Once secured, you need to send a force to take this oil well. We have a lot of oil, be it will be hard to get a good supply going over."
He ordered the general to leave.

Ryan picked up a phone on his desk. "Send in the bombers."

OOC: As you can see, I like the novel type RP

Astyo shook his head. "Typical." He scoffed. "Bombers." Fighter jets were scrambled, ready t ogo at the first blip on the radar.

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Meanwhile

Transport planes flew over Theryman, paratroopers in them, mostly Spec Ops. Five planes dropped 20 troops into enemy territory. Right by a small town of 250,000 near the capital. The troops took cover and got it formation, readying for a battle.

"Thousands of dollars, wasted! All those stupid welfare programs!"
Ryan sat musing over his lost funds from the former leader, when the young general came in.
"Sir, the bombers are being shot down!"
"What!?" screamed Ryan. "What the hell are the fighters doing!?"
"Fighters, sir?"
"You sent them in without fighters?!? I'll have your head for this! Send more over. If need be, we'll overwhelm them with nimbers. This is where our government funded arms manufacturers come in handy."
The young general left. Ryan smiled. He would be god one day. He knew how to take heat.

A few hours later, Ryan was sipping a tall margarita when one of his advisors came in.
"Sir, there was a low flying craft on radar. Scouts in the area came back and reported that they saw nothing. What should we do?"
"Well, do you think they were jsut watching?"
"Sir, reconnaissance planes do not fly low."
"Very well, send in the dogs."

The dogs. Those were 500 million dollars down the drain, too. That money could be sitting in his pocket right now. But no... that idiotic man needed killer dogs. Bah!

After a good quarter of all the bombers were shot down, their numbers were doubled, and with just as many fighters escorting them, they renewed the bombing upon the city with increased intensity. The genetic freaks were just getting ready to leave.

OOC: Since when is 250,000 a small town? Sounds like a small city to me. Mine only has 300,000 in the city, but more in the suburbs. Go Cincy!

OOC: Well, a small city for you.

IC:

"DOUBLE THE AA!!!" shouted a general in the bombed city. "Set up mines! Bombs! TNT! DOUBLE TIME!" Troops were runnig into each other, obeying the generals orders. Anti-Aircraft sent missles. Heat-seeking missles. Bombs detoated in mid-air, otherd aimed for the planes.

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They heard them. Animals. Dogs? Snipers hidden in trees shot dogs and their trainers. Others shot officers and such.
"Get a squad into that warehouse right there. Send another to that building." Troops bustled. Shots fired. The warehouse squad entered, cleared it, then hand-mentioned clear. Three more squads following, men from each ying, but not many. Soon, the warehouse was a full warehouse. The othe rbuilding had been taken, cutting off the road out of town.

OOC: Well, a small city for you.

IC:

"DOUBLE THE AA!!!" shouted a general in the bombed city. "Set up mines! Bombs! TNT! DOUBLE TIME!" Troops were runnig into each other, obeying the generals orders. Anti-Aircraft sent missles. Heat-seeking missles. Bombs detoated in mid-air, otherd aimed for the planes.

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They heard them. Animals. Dogs? Snipers hidden in trees shot dogs and their trainers. Others shot officers and such.
"Get a squad into that warehouse right there. Send another to that building." Troops bustled. Shots fired. The warehouse squad entered, cleared it, then hand-mentioned clear. Three more squads following, men from each ying, but not many. Soon, the warehouse was a full warehouse. The othe rbuilding had been taken, cutting off the road out of town.

Keylime Pie. Was there anything better? Ryan sure didn't think so. 'A keylime pie a day keeps the grim reaper away...' That's what he always said, and he stuck to it.

The young general walked in to the room.
"Sir, our bombing of the city is a great success. In a few days, no building will be left over 2 cities."
"Good," he replied. "How are casualties?"
"Minimal, sir. Since that first... fiascoe, our planes have been extremely succesful. While a few have been shot down here or there, they have mainly done well destroying their targets. These are veterans, sir, from Operation Kablooie.
However, sir, most of the dogs sent have been killed. We did a heat sweep of the area. Betwen 50 and 10 enemy troops are in our terrirtory, and have seized mutliple warehouses. Orders?"
"Send a battalion of those freaks to slaughter them. We will see how good they really are here at home."

200 soldiers rushed down the road toward the city. They entered, and before they came to where the enemy was believed to be, they halted. They set up barricades in the roads, and set snipers on the roof. Troops in Humvees did patrol throughout the rest of the free city, making sure no enemy would escape. Two tanks sat on either side of the road, barrels pointing straight towards where the enemy was. They waited.

Commando Strry Gyut was chuckling. "Oh...my...gosh (I'm a Christian, accept it). They sent tanks and troops."
Two men with a rocket launcher each aimed down at the tanks, fired, and ducked. Everyone ducked. Snipers shot troops and any humans on roofs.
Two squads (total of ten men) charged out ont othe road, heading for a gas station. One set up bombs while the others took a house 400 feet from the station. The demos guy ran into the house, blowing up the station.

Hamilayan Broadcasting Corporation [HBC]
Sayenna, Capital City of the Republic of Hamilay, 1454 Hours
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BREAKING NEWS-BREAKING NEWS-BREAKING NEWS

In a move which has excited the people of Hamilay, but brought major doubts to high-profile military and civil rights figures, the President of Hamilay today declared WAR on the Republic of Hayord. Although this declaration of war was premature to say the least, the international community has been growing steadily uneasy about deteriorating relations between the two republics.
Top military figures are uneasy about this development, due to the fact that Hamilay has only just been stabilised from civil war and also having several thousand enlisted men on a humanitarian mission in Krakatowa. Nevertheless, they remain confident that the Hamilayan Armed Forces "will fight well and honourably against the enemy of Hayord" and that "victory will not elude [us]"
This is HBC, live from Sayenna.

Admiral McIver stood on the bridge of the 1st Carrier Battle Group's flagship, the Nimitz-class aircraft carrier Knight Hammer. With the 1st sailed a dozen warships, including 3 CG-47 Ticonderoga Class Cruisers, 2 DDG-51 Arleigh Burke Class Destroyers, 3 FFG-1 Oliver Hazard Perry Class Frigates,
2 SSN-21 Seawolf Class Submarines and 2 DD-963 SPRUANCE Class Destroyers, plus a good number of Ivan Rogov Amphibious Assault Ships. On board the vessels were 50,000 well-trained, heavily-armed Hamilayan soldiers, notwithstanding that they carried mostly Soviet-era weapons. He was admiring his command when another officer stepped through the doorway behind him.
"General Adams. You wished to see me?"
"That I did, Admiral. How long till we reach our destination?"
McIver groaned inwardly. That man had been asking for progress reports every damned hour. Well, at least he had some good news to give him.
"Almost there, General. We will make landfall by night."
Five Star General Adams smiled. After days on this accursed boat, they were finally about to head into some real combat. He disliked sea travel. He had utter confidence in his men: although they lacked combat experience, they were highly trained and would do their duty to the end. No, he was more concerned about the 15,000 reservists. He needed proper soldiers, but three divisions were away on an aid mission to the Krakatowan earthquake. Instead, he got farmers, businessmen and factory workers, simply looking to support their country, not be throwin into a full-scale war. He doubted he could rely on them not to go in hysterics at the first sounds of gunfire. Never mind; he would have to make do with what he had. Adams pushed all such doubts from his mind for the time being and turned to his aide.
"Take this dispatch to the staff officers. We have received clearance from the nations north of Hayord for military access. They will prepare the men for landing and march to Hayordian soil. We shall fly the Republic's flag over their capital by dawn!"

OOC: The enemy of my enemy is my friend.

By now, more and more troops had encircled the area. Snipers we everywhere, and any attempt to even stick a head out would mean a barrage of sniper rounds coming your way. 4 black hawk copters circled the skys, making sure that no one could escape.

Five marines were down in the sewer system. All the big biulings had underground access, as did this warehouse. The hidden door opened up into a storage room. There was one enemy marine in the room. Before he even knew what was going on, his neck was snapped.

One marine went over to the boxes. Opening one up, he planted a large case of explosives and an incendiary into the box. He put a haretrigger on the lid of the box, so any motion would cause it to exploe immediately.

Another marine put a claymore facing the door to the rest of the factory, and set it to explode at motion. Another set one up facing the box holding the bomb, and did the same. The other two stood watch. The first marine turned the timer on, and it read 2:00. They left the room, and they reomtely armed the claymores. In and out in two minutes. They prayed they could get away that fast.

Fire erupted out of all of the warehouses windows. Two of the blackhawks hovered over the roof, and 10 soldiers slid down ropes out of each. The other two continued to circle the building. All the troops outside rushed forwards; not one of the enemy would survive-- not if they could stop it.

Bump

The explosion only killed those newbs. About 15 men. The rest had made sure there armor was thermal-proof. Pft. Simple. The rope-proppelled men were shot at, hopefully most killed. A few men shot at the helicoptors, bringing them down on the roofs.
Meanwhile, back at the other building, the other commando had ordered troops to enter a business building. They entred successfully, killing the hiding rich men. They secured the building, locking doors, covering windows, all doors unable to be opened unless from the inside. NO WAY IN.

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"Sir, we have reports to ships north of here. They may be...er, Hamilay. What shall we do?"
"Have the fighter jets sink them. Oh, and set up the m's, ok? Thank you."

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Jets took off, 20 in total. They each had a speficic ship to sink, the bigger ones aimed for more.
"We shall arrive in 20 minutes."

OOC: Um, 20 jets against my whole navy :confused: They wouldn't last very long, plus I've got over a hundred aircraft on board my carrier.
Hayord, could you TG me with some of your stats? What tanks/planes/guns you use, terrain, major cities, etc etc. Thanks

OOC: Your whole navy is 13 ships?

It's all standard, there's mountains (really high, like the Himilayas) in the north, one river (not very big, only small boats travel it) that goes from Lebuli, the capital. Another major city is Freeyin. More cities arebecoming large, but soon.

OOC: The whole navy I sent.

OOC:Oh...