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Somewhere in Mediterranean Sea 7:21 AM

It was a beautiful morning, as the ships of the 1st Marine Expeditionary Brigade sailed past ViZion, the beautiful country barely visible to the soldiers on deck. In a few days, they would be in Kahanistan, preparing the eastern border for the eventual assault on Whyatica. They had onboard thousands of military engineers, accompanied by hundreds of pieces construction equipment from layers of temporary airstrips to large dump trucks. Escorted by several destroyers and cruisers, along with the escort carrier Magna, they steamed quietly to their destination

Following them overhead was the Forbearance, a Fourhearts airship loaded with construction equipment and engineers, also there to prepare Kahanistan war the coming conflict. In addition to them, it was rumored than Juumanstrian and Allanean engineers would be on station in Kahanistan in the coming weeks as well. Soon enough, the sounds of preparation and anticipation would rumble through the Negev.

Whyatican Oberkommand
"Reichsmarshal, our troop concentrations around our border with Kahanistan are abnormally weak. We must reroute troops to defend that border." an Oberstfaust Furher said, pointing at maps and concentrations.

"I agree, against a massive coalition invasion through Kahanistan we don't stand a chance of stopping them." another Oberstfaust said.

"Agreed, We will move the 37th, 35th, and 32nd Sturmpanzer Battalions to defend that border. I will also attach the 2nd Panzerfaust Sardaukar Battalion for further security. Also, I will order a naval battlegroup to prepare for a counter-attack upon Kahanistan if it becomes necessary. We have 400 of their ships tied up fighting our fleets in Jagada, but we can recall those if necessary. Any other questions?"

"What about launching a pre-emptive strike upon Kahanistan? We're at war with them, and we can very easily obtain naval and air supremacy over them. They haven't fully rebuilt from their LAST wars yet, and are generally considered to be an easy target. We have their largest warship choking on water near Gibraltar and they use outdated equipment anyway."

"Agreed, prepare all soldiers for an invasion. From now on, this operation does not leave this office, and the codename is.." the Oberststadt Furher thought, "Operation Phantasmagoria."

The other officers looked at him quizzically, and the OSF replied, "It was one of my favourite songs while I was in University."

The Forebearance was a unique airship. It was a supertransport that had been converted into a mobile base. The airship had everything one would ever need to build a base in a hurry.

The first thing the ship did upon landing was begin open up it's cargo doors so the bulldozers could roll out. The bulldozers began flatting what would become the runway. The runway was already built in sections in the airship's hold.

The airship contained a machine shop, several generators, chow hall, first aid station, a communications suite, and a large crane. The Forebarence was a genuine Swiss Army Knife of the airship world.

Within a few hours, the airmen had completed the first runway and soon colalition planes would be arriving.

The Forebearance was completing it' first phase of work. The airship had completed the first temproary runway and allied aircraft had begun landing. The airship had raised it's bridge so it could double as a control tower until a permenant one could be built.

The Supertransport Spectre had landed too and unloaded materials and several defence systems including four SAMs and 8 anti-aircraft (25mm X 4) guns which would double as point defence weapons.

A tall berm was being placed around the permiter and the Forebearance was busy manufacturing concrete barriers.

Eastern Kahanistan

Velkyan combat engineers, part of various Velkyan infantry divisions, along with advisors of the air force, began to also offload equipment from their ships to eastern Kahanistan. Although it was a large undertaking, the construction was still dozens of miles from the border, and they were still quite safe from their enemies across the Negev. Utilizing rail and road routes which had recently been repaired, tons of equipment, from RADAR arrays to entire airfields.

Engineering vehicles such as EV-4 bulldozers and specialized trucks went about, setting down airstrips using fast-setting concrete, asphalt and sand. Pieces of hanger were brought in, and soon four brand-spanking new airstrips were sitting in the desert, complete with perimeter Praetorian II surface-to-air missile batteries. Control towers, filled with ready-brought equipment, stood like monoliths in the endless sand, as crews readied for the first shipment of troops.

Fort Huntley, Central Velkya

It was still dark on the side of the world, a stark contrast to the blaring sun of the Kahanistani desert where the men of the Engineering Corps toiled. Men loaded into trucks by the thousands, as the 8th, 13th, and 17th Rapid Defense Force Divisions began to roll out, dispersing toward nearby air force bases, where huge Globemaster II transport aircraft greeted them. People in nearby towns awoke to this rumbling, as tanks, trucks, and APCs thundered past their windows to the Air Defense Force bases nearby.

Hours later, the first T-91 GMII was in the air, escorted by ISF-12 Sturmfalke fighters who had also been mobilized. In addition to the over 60,000 men thousands of vehicles of three separate Rapid Defense Force divisions, the 28th had also been sent to the region and the first squadrons were now leaving from all over Velkya alongside the massive transports. As if this massive mobilization wasn’t enough, the Naval Defense Force had began to reroute the Juumanstrian Defense Task Force to Kahanistan, and that one hundred ship force would arrive in three days.

Somewhere in Allanea

“Go, Go, Go! There isn't enough time! For the planes, now!”

Michael slammed his helmet on, crushing his elaborate lime-green hair construction, grabbed his ABR-8 battle rifle, and headed out with the rest of his detachment. Out on the runway, the motors of the AN-227Bs' engines were already howling as they started up, the first troops of the 34th Punk Airborne loading briskly onto the planes. Next to him ran his friend Duke Norton, his FN-MAG already loaded with a mix of API, tracer, and hollow-point ammunition.

“Go, you bastards, go! Kahanistan can't wait! Onto the plane, you cowardly, silly jerks unworthy of the name of soldier! On the plane!”

“First battalion, ready!” - someone screamed just seconds after Michael was in his place, and almost immediately, the huge cargo plane began to accelerate down the highway. Behind him, more and more battalions did the same. In the air, each cargo plane was escorted by four fighter aircraft, just in case. The same happened in different places in Allanea – in total, 4 Airborne brigades were sent off.

The Mediterranean Sea, aboard the USS Glory

“Are we in position, Brooks?” - asked the Captain of the ship, his face stern, eyebrows knit tightly as he looked at the young navigator. The later sprung to attention to deliver his answer. Young and enthusiastic. This is very good – well, except for his family. He's probably going to die with the same enthusiasm, too.

“Yes, Sir! Two hunred thirteen clicks to the West of the former Gaza port location, Sir!” - a strange anticipatory smile was on the young man's face, as if he was actucally looking forward to the carnage that was about to be visited on the enemy forces. Hell, I can understand him. I certainly am, thought the captain.

He turned to another sailor – a young lady, one who, judging by her many tatoos, hair, and non-regulation make-up, belonged to what some called the goth community. “Martha Blasings! Are all weapons systems ready and armed for action?”.

She answered him with a tinge of unexplicable sadness in her voice. “Yes, Sir. All weapons systems operational and ready to go, Sir. Prepared to kick Kraven butt on your mark or as mandated by active threats to allied or Allanean assets, Sir.”

If I didn't know she's always like that, I 'd take that one as a bad sign.

High above construction, the 29th Fireship Sqaudron was on on patrol. Capable of launching 100 guided missiles with pinpoint percision, they scanned the border for signs of an incursion.

Meanwhile, the Forebearance was continuing to produce concrete for roads and barriers.

Neo-Nagasaki Forward Deployment Base...

Neo-Nagasaki was known throughout the region for being a massive naval base. This reputation favored the Pschycotians, because it drew attentionaway from the fact that there was a massive army base just north of the city. For the past few days, elements of the 5th and 6th Armies from interior provinces had shipped out to this location at the far extreme of the empire. Now, news was coming in that they were to deploy, and the activity was fierce, even outside of combat.

The tarmac was lined with scores of GAW Heavy Transports. It seemed that each of them revved their eight engines at the same time, sending temperatures on the pavement up and over a hundred degrees. Thousands of soldiers were criss-crossing the tarmac loading supplies on to transports, or loading themselves on transports. Diesle fumes began to thicken the air as M1A3 tanks rolled across the open pavement toward transports designated for armored divisions, differentiated by their dark grey coloring.

One group of two squads, made of ten men and an officer each began crossing toward their own transport, marked with the emblem of the 131st Regular Infantry Regiment, when they noticed that it had begun to taxi without them, though its rear ramp was still down.
"Ah, Shit!" one of the officers yelled. "MOVE, DAMNIT MOVE!!" he yelled at his men. They accelerated from a moderate combat jog to a full run, trying to catch the transport. The officer was already on the radio trying to hail the craft, but the airwaves were jammed with transmissions. As the lumbering beast began down the last taxiway before the runway, the men caught up. One of the officers lept up on the loading ramp and began waving the men inside. The last man made it inside just as the ramp began going up, the transport rounding the last turn onto runway R-1N. Several didn't even have time to find a foldable seat, and were tossed back as the eight heavy afterburners kicked on, accelerating the craft out of Psi-Pso territory to link up with Allanean forces.
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Bridge, ICS Honor,
8th Fleet...

"Officer on deck!"

Fleet Admiral Gene Starwin strode in through the sliding gundanium door, several papers in his hands. The sailors at each of their posts jumped up to attention, bowing low in salute.
"Rise," Starwin ordered. The order was obeyed, and each man stood tall at attention. The admiral walked to the front of the bridge and stood in front of the sweeping windscreens. He held the papers above his head.

"I hold here our new deployment orders. We are to deploy to an area known as the Indian Ocean to support allied forces. Our mission is to attack the Kraven presence in the nation of Whyatica! I expect each and every one of you to operate with the utmost level of professionalism." He grinned slyly. "But then again, I do not have eyes in the back of my head, and I seem to have suddenly lost my hearing while listening to music." He turned and stared out the forward windscreen. Behind him, the twenty or so sailors shouted and cheered, patting each other on the back, except for a few veteran sailors, who simply nodded at each other.

Admiral Starwin nodded and turned back around. "One-fifth of our navy is being thrown into this operation. Do not fuck up." He climbed up to the captain's seat on a slightly raised pedestal where he had a panoramic view of the bridge, and had to only look down and behind him to see the CIC. "Fire Control, report."

An officer in the CIC stood up and bowed. "Sir, Turrets one through eleven are green. All secondary turrets green. All CIWS systems green. All long range systems green."

"Good. Helmsmen, all ahead Flank Speed. Bow angle negative 30 degrees. Come to heading Yellow Four, Red Nineteen," the admiral ordered.

"Aye, Sir," the two helmsmen said. They sat like aircraft pilots side by side at the front of the bridge. Their wheels even resembled that of pilots'. As the orders were executed, the ship slowly built up speed and came about.

Elements of the navy throughout the area did the same, until over 500 ships were steaming out for Whyatica and the Indian Ocean.

McHarris Naval Base, Southern Velkya

"All hands to stations, repeat, all hands to stations!"

The alert rang through the corridors of the V.S.S. Vladistock, a massive Velkya class super-dreadnought, as thousands of sailors scurried through the labyrinth to their various stations. The massive began to back out of its massive berth, flanked by escort vessels as it moved out of Comberth Harbor, where it was based. The massive base housed the entirety of the Third Naval Defense Fleet, nearly five hundred ships, and was easily one of the largest ports in Velkya, seconded only by the works at Southport, Vladistock, and Oured. They began to cross into deeper water, destined for the Indian Ocean, where they would link up with a Psychotic Psychos fleet also en route to the Indian Ocean. There, a combined task force of one thousand ships would sail up the Gulf to Kahanistan.

Of course, there may be a few stops along the way.

AUADF Airstrip Bravo-Charlie, Eastern Kahanistan

The control tower of Bravo-Charlie, which had only existed as a whole for ten hours, sat, it's crew only kept through the Kahanistani night by a multitude of caffeinated drinks and stories of long-past. Of course, they would get another wake-up call soon. On their RADAR scopes appeared a large blip, followed by another, and then another, and then another. The lead officer got up, nearly spewing his French Vanilla over his controls as he screamed at his subordinates. "Get you're asses up, we've got company!" They immediately sprang up, as the first huge-lumbering Globemaster II approached the runway. A voice echoed on the radio.

"Bravo-Charlie, this is Goose One, requesting permission to land."

The officer calmed down, and spoke into his headset.

"Goose, this is Bravo-Charlie; you are cleared to land on strip five."

Seconds later, the pilot guided his massive jet onto the tarmac, and soon, one of the most colorful characters in the Velkyan military stepped out, rifle in hand, cigar in mouth.

Honimishu Main Airbase,
Air Battle Force Quadrant,
0200 Hours...

"Get your asses in gear, now!" a gruff voice yelled. It echoed off the metal walls of the massive hangar. The man yelling was Commander David McDaniel, the commanding officer of the 193rd Air Force, better known as the Air Battle Force, comprised of crack "top gun" pilots. He was currently standing at the open door to his office on the third level of the hangar. Below him five giant bombers were arrayed. Each was appeared to the eye to be black, indeed so black that light seemed to be drawn into them. In fact, it was. Each bomber had two skins, a regular aluminum skin, and a second outer skin that acted as a one way mirror. Light went in, but didn't come out, creating the illusion of a black paint scheme. (in reality, the skin was painted hot pink for laughs) The dual-skin acted the same way for radar, which was just another form of wave energy, like light.

Each bomber's nose extended away from the cockpit and ended in a point. Their giant wings spread out, each one holding two nascals comprised of two engines for a total of eight. The wings also held outboard fuel tanks and inboard pylons for ATA missiles. The tail section held a 50mm air-mine cannon, and a massive verticle stabilizer. In all, they were heavily modified B-52 bombers. Their greatest tweak was the fact that the skin made them steath, and nearly invisible to radar and all other forms of wave-energy detection. They were only even visible because they were against light reflecting background...during the day.

"Move! Move damnit!" McDaniels shouted again. The crews of each bomber were finishing deployment preparations. These were quickened in that no ordinance was being loaded. That would be taken care of at their destination in Allanea. Finally, all air crews were assembled in front and below Commander McDaniels. "Gentlemen," he said. There were no women to address. "You finally get the chance to use these bombers the way they were intended. Your first leg will be to Allanea. You will proceed under moderate stealth conditions. You will break radio silence only for navigation. Once out of Honimishu airspace and traffic patterns, you will extinguish your navigation lights. From there, you will deploy to Whyatica. Are you willing to die?"

"Sir! Yes Sir!" The crews responded. They bowed down.

"Men!" the commander shouted, a smile coming to his face, "to your planes!" The assmebled men broke ranks and ran for their planes, jumping on the ladders and climbing inside. As the last man climbed aboard, the ladders withdrew and the hatches sealed shut. With a loud *boom*, the lights in the hangar snapped off. Suddenly, the hangar was ablaze with flashing navigation lights. One by one, the jets started their engines and rolled out of the hangar. Minutes later, they were in the air and heading out toward Allanea.

Tabük, Kraven Whyatica
The nearest city to the Whyatican-Kahanistani border, this city became a hotbed of military activity fairly quickly. Fuel depots were erected here very quickly, and "ready-mix" airstrips were erected, and Vanguard Virage aircraft were redirected to these strips as quickly as they could be built.

The first of three Sturmpanzer battalions had arrived here, and they moved out to the Whyatican desert as soon as they showed up. Their objective was to fortify the border as best they could, with as much nasty stuff as they could. Burying hundreds of thousands of land mines, digging hidden AT trenches, and there was always the other advantage the Whyaticans had..Summer approached. While the Kahanistanis would be adapted to the desert heat, seeing as they lived in the Negev, but the rest of this coalition was most likely not.

The north-western border of Whyatica was to be totally fortified against a land invasion from Kahanistan, but the southern areas were not neglected. Whyatican intelligence indicated that a Psychotic Psychoes naval force was seeking to link up with Allanea, whose destructive tendencies were already known. Adding to the Whyatican paranoia, Allanea had pledged assistance to the Velkyan coalition.

Half of the Whyatican-constructed fleet was sitting at the mouth of the Red Sea, near a Yurkan port. The other half of the domestic fleet was at the mouth of the Persian Gulf, and that fleet also had anchored with it..the Terrorizer.

Thousands of combat engineers rushed to the southern beaches to prepare for a possible enemy landing, four sites were located. The city of Jizan and three other locations were located as possible landing sites, and the terrain was properly prepared. Hidden machinegun nests, W-REDs, mobile SAM launchers, mobile SSM launchers, fixed artillery, there were no punches pulled in the preparation for this conflict of annihilation.

Naval production was placed into overdrive for arsenal ships, the ships that the High Command believed could turn the conflict. Allanean arsenal ships were particularly fierce, and the Whyatican Navy could not fall behind. The Whyatican air force, already somewhat lacking, was entirely outmatched by other Coalition members, so Air Force R&D members were looking for powerful planes that could be imported at a moment's notice to fight possible invaders.

For every kilometer of land the Coalition gained, they would pay for it in blood..

Orbit above Kahanistani-Whyatican Border

Of course, this wasn't the Second World War. Warfare had progressed rapidly since digging trenches filled with mines and anti-tank weapons, and these satellites proved it. Every last minefield, pillbox, and heavy weapon position was being overlaid on the Blue-Force Tracker, the command system of the Allied Union. When the invasion finally came, they would know when and where to strike.

AUADF Airstrip Bravo-Charlie, Eastern Kahanistan

"Go go go, get your asses out; they ain't paying us by the hour!"

A stream of over two hundred troops in desert camouflage streamed out of the open rear door of the T-91, as a soldier of African American descent ordered the troops about, his AR-4A1 in his right hand as his left pushed troops out of the behemoth aircraft. A Salamander-MGS (Mobile Gun System) roared out from the ramp on to the desert floor, followed by a parade of trucks and MWVs He puffed on his cigar as the last vehicle zoomed out.

"Clear the taxiway, move!"

The troops under his command began to move at a rapid pace for a series of trucks which would take them to newly erected bases near the border, as the transport aircraft began to refuel and take off again, back to Velkya to pick up more troops. Overhead a section of AF-17BIII close air support aircraft took off to patrol the Kahanistani side of the border. All over the desert, the low drone of the GMIIs filled the air, and by the end of the first night nearly ten thousand troops were in Kahanistan. It would be eight more days before all three divisions would be on the ground, however, and several weeks before the second wave of mechanized troops would come ashore.

Approaching Indian Ocean...

The hundreds of ships making up the Psi-Pso armada were moving forward at a fast clip of 30 knots. It was truly a sight to see the massive frames of dreadnaughts surging forward at such speeds. Each ship was riding low in the water, weighed down by full combat loads. The flagships, however, were still standing tall, their giant superstructures rising high over the fleets.

Fleet Admiral Starwin was occupying a dark corner of the blue-lit CIC on the ICS Honor where he watched the activity, which was mostly just monitoring. Finally, impatience got the better of him. He walked over to one of the consols. "What's the latest report?"

"Sir, targetting satellites in the area indicate enemy fleets are occupying the entrances to both the Red Sea and the Persian Gulf," the operator said.

"What do you think, Liutenant?"

"Sir, our orders are to occupy the Red Sea. Despite some sort of monstrosity at the mouth to the Persian Gulf, we should follow orders. The Allanean forces should have no problem. This will allow our entire force to break into the Red Sea."

The admiral smiled. The man at the consol had read his thoughts exactly. "And how, please tell, would we do that?"

"Sir, move into carrier range and launch strikes. Following this, move within missile range and open fire. Our fleet is also accented by the presence of ten ships of the "Pices" project. I suggest we use their properties to get them within cannon range."

"Very well." The admiral stood up and walked over to another consol. Picking up a headset, he spoke into it briefly. In the rear of the fleet, ten ships that looked exactly like the other battleships slowly sank beneath the waves and accelerated using CAT propulsion systems. They quickly sped forward, nearly undetectable as they sank further and further down, heading off toward the enemy at the mouth of the Red Sea. The admiral smiled as the displays reflected his orders being executed. "They'll never know what hit them." He turned toward the Com. officer, "prepare a channel for when the Allanean forces arrive."

OOC: PP and Allanea were so kind as to show me this thread. After one and a half months without NS, I need to strech and excersise a bit.

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The Armada was arriving. The first fleet to arrive was the First Fleet.

The skies above the base were filled with airships. They cast their shadow on the ground and waited.

Fourhearts Airship Armada

First Fleet
0-0-0 Flagship Dragon's Cross
1-1-1 Fireship Defender
1-1-2 Fireship Knighthammer
1-1-3 Fireship Broadsword
1-1-4 Fireship Windfist
1-1-5 Fireship Hurricane
1-1-6 Fireship Falcon
1-1-7 Fireship Thunderbolt
1-1-8 Fireship Dagger
1-1-9 Fireship Tiger
1-1-10 Fireship Talon
1-1-11 Fireship Intergity
1-1-12 Fireship Gaurdian
1-2-1 Supertransport Omicron
1-2-2 Supertransport Alpha
1-2-3 Supertransport Beta
1-2-4 Supertransport Charlie

The five bombers, having flown throught the night, finally began to approach Allanea. The pilots were having amusing thoughts on what controlers would think when radio transmissions came out of no where.

Allanean Control, this is Military Flight 42 out of Pschycotic Pschycos.
Requesting permission to land, over.

The 2nd Fleet was next to arrive. The 2nd Fleet was capable of air dropping hundreads of soliders and vechiles in a matter of minutes. The 2nd Fleet was also heavily escorted by anti-fighter Fireships, as well as Air Defence Airships.

Somewhere in Allanea


"Flight 42, you are clear for landing, repeat, clear for landing. We have your candy supply all ready to be carried to the Kravenian kiddies. Over."

OOC:

There's a Kraven pre-emptive strike in this thread.

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=476317

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The 5 planes, designated Military Flight 42 came down into Allanea and landed. On the ground, they followed signalers to designated areas, and waited for munitions crews to do their jobs.