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Kraven Held Whyatica

Vast Legions of Centurians marched in perfect Formation, each step was perfectly timed and each swing of their arms was equally matched, their rifles were all slung over their shoulders in perfectly symetric patterns, and each Legionarres Bed rolls and backpacks were perfectly packed and rolled in the same fashion, not one was out of place...

It was truely a sight to behold, Kraven Banners were carried by every 50th Trooper, the massive banner fluttered in the winds of Whyatica as the Formation marched along the tarmac road, people lined the streets, cheering and waving flags, from the buildings lining the road, The Kraven Banner flew, also fluttering in the strong gusts of wind...

Behind the Legion of Centurians followed the low rumble of Tanks, leading the formation of Kraven armour was the Imperator Ultra Heavy Battle tank, its massive tracks supported by a road designed to take such vehicles, while behind the Imperator were the smaller Emperor's and behind them, a myriad of vehicles ranging from Leman Russ's to Basilisks and Hellhound Flame Tanks...

The Cheering continued, the only Soldiers in Kraven to feel anything were the Centurians, their minds swelled with pride, Pride that the people they defended were flocking to the streets to see them off, each trooper felt apart of something and this Invasion, this Strike into the heart of Kahanistan was part of something bigger, each trooper was Proud to be part of this thing that was happening, and each one was proud to be marching under the Kraven banner...

Ahead was a Podium, and upon it Stood Helghan, weeks after his fall in the Whyatica Facility, the Scientists had worked to repair his body, he was Part Sardaukar now, augmentations kept him alive, specialist organs and cyber ware processed his blood and oxygen, kept him alive, his face was burnt beyond recognition and Helghan was now something different... more man than machine and so indescribebly evil, that when his time was due, Neither hell or heaven would take him.... and so He Lived...

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He Stood, a black gloved hand extended out across to the Centurians who marched past, as each line passed, each trooper's head would make a sharp left turn, and their right arms would be extended out in salute, it was an awe inspiring sight to see, Helghan stood on a podium with various officers, behind him 20 foot banners hung and fluttered in the wind...

Capitol Police Crewmen of the Imperator, Emperor's and various other Vehicles sat in copulas, saluting Helghan as their part of the parade drove past...

The Whyatican people continued to cheer, until the Parade was finished, the Centurians, Capitol Police and the Armour continued their way into the Kahanistan Border...

Whyatica - Kahanistan Border: 0900 Hours


Already Preperations had been made, large APC's and Several Emperor's and Imperators were parked a few miles from the Border, their crews ready for the order to Attack, Leman Russ's stood their engines revving, ensuring that when the time was right, they would be ready to go, Older Leman Russ battle tanks had been noticing some engine problems, so it was now part of the Kraven Doctrines to turn the engines over every few hours to ensure that they would start and that oil was flowing through the various gears of the engine...

All Across the Battle line, Leman Russ battle tanks were ready, waiting and occasionally turning their engines over.

Logistical and Engineer Divisions waited as well, to perform the Classic Kraven Blitzkreig, to advance quickly and effeciently into enemy territory, while at the same time, reinforcing the Rear, so that if and when a counter attack came, Kraven could if it needed fall back to a defensive position, reconsolidate and launch a secondary counter offensive...

The Attack was going to come in a 25 Mile stretch of the Border, the first of the three pronged attack will strike into Al Qamar the nearest city to the border, where the two outer flanking attacks will strike into the further parts of Kahanistan, working their way to the Capitol... Najester...

[tagged, will post tomorrow. Hopefully Kahanistan will show up and post by then]

OOC: I do not think Whyatica and Kahanistan share a border. Whyatica was a gulf state and Kahanistan is located roughly to the South of Isreal...

OOC: According to Whyatica, he does.

Kahanistan is aparantly in SE Jordan, and Whyatica is in Iran, Iraq and Saudi Arabia, although I'm not sure if this is gosple, I'm just going off what Whyatica has told me, its his nation I'm launching the attack from.

OOC: Well I am just going off what Kahanistan has told me, and Kahanistan has told me that it is surrounded by empty desert and shares no immediate borders with anyone (i.e., borders are simply lines in the sand). Also Kahanistan is to the direct south of Isreal, check his fact book, Kahanistan is no where near RL/NS Jordan.

Also, assuming you do share a border with Kahanistan (which I do not think you do), how could your very obvious military launch a surprise attack upon it accross all that space of open desert? Kahanistan should have the option of striking at your forces before you even get near his border... Nay. before you even have a chance to attack (with rows and rows of Kraven-ese troops marching in the open it is amazing Kahanistan did not launch a preemptive attack).

odd, I read somewhere he was like SE Jordan among other places

OOC: Hmmm well we have conflicting interpretations of who is where and what, of course, Kahanistan will have the ability to re-act, its not really a surprise attack, its just my forces getting in an Attack before the Inevitable Coalition drops down on Whyaticas door, now its up to Kahanistan wether or not the Attack is Legit, if not I will ask the Mods to delete the thread and will end it there.

OOC: Hmmm well we have conflicting interpretations of who is where and what, of course, Kahanistan will have the ability to re-act, its not really a surprise attack, its just my forces getting in an Attack before the Inevitable Coalition drops down on Whyaticas door, now its up to Kahanistan wether or not the Attack is Legit, if not I will ask the Mods to delete the thread and will end it there.

OOC: Ok.

BTW: here is Kahanistan's factbook for reference

http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/index.php/Kahanistan

Notice it is in the Negev desert. I have sent a TG to Kahanistan informing him of this thread, so things are waiting on him.

The Negev...

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Negev

OOC: Ok.

BTW: here is Kahanistan's factbook for reference

http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/index.php/Kahanistan

Notice it is in the Negev desert. I have sent a TG to Kahanistan informing him of this thread, so things are waiting on him.


OOC: Ok, Cheers for informing Kahanistan, I've gotta hit the sack, work in the morning and its late

OOC: You'd be going through Transylvanian territory (I only have SW Jordan, the part of it near the Israeli border. I also have part of NE Egypt, the area next to the Gaza Strip, which is in the NW of the map.) I'll assume that you managed to sneak your troops through there disguised as robots or something legal.

IC:

Eastern Kahanistan

The Kahanistanian military bases, refitted since the Pwnage and AMF invasions, went to DEFCON-ORANGE. Kahanistanian nuclear systems went to DEFCON-YELLOW.

Al-Qamar, Kahanistan

The air patrols near the eastern city detected huge Kraven incursions into the border. Immediately, Army Group Iota and the Imperial Marines XIII Corps mobilized a force of 450,000 troops to resist the invaders, or more accurately, to aid the populace in resisting the invasion. As Kraven was known to indiscriminately use C-12 in civilian areas, sniper holes were dug in the city. Some of the sniper holes were in fairly obvious locations, and many of these were in fact traps, which would trigger a napalm bomb or other nasty suprpise for the enemy. Few snipers used posts on top of buildings, for fear that it would only further endanger the many tens or hundreds of thousands who lived in each apartment building.

The Republic Guards did not have time to bring their new tank design into use, so once again the venerable Merkava IV MBT would see action against Kraven. Kahanistanian infantry caried grenade launchers and RPG's for use against the heavily armed Sardaukar, and TAR-21 Tavor rifles with armor-piercing ammunition to deal with the more numerous Capitol Police.

The civilians were afraid, but went about their daily lives. They knew only too well that holing up in one's home only made them a target for a bunker buster, but few went outside their homes without at least a pistol, and more often a newer AK or M-4.

TAG for a later post. Kahanistan is right, I shared a border with him and Whyatica. I’m on your upper border, Whyatica.

OOC:Kahanistan, TG

Satellites images of the Kraven forces in Kraven Held Whyatica, it showed them moving towards Jordan. But was it to attack the Dominion or Kahanistan. What ever was the target, it just made the Count madder. The Dominion forces were all ready active through the land, so they waited to move out. Would they head straight into Iran, Iraq or Saudi Arabia? Or would they move to give support to the Kahanstanians.

The Dominion only sat back 25 miles away from Dominion-Whyatica border. The Dominion controlled Jordan-Saudi Arabia border had one million soldiers were watching over it. A 500,000 Dominion soldiers were guarding the Jordan-Iraq. Another 500,000 soldier sat and watched the Syria-Iraq border and same thing for the Turkey-Iraq border. On the Turkey-Iran border was two Warlord’s armies, both numbering 50,000 man power each. Farees Al Dossadi of Syria and Gabal Al Jaber of Lebanon were the warlords, both rich and friends of the Count. Their armies use Russian made tanks and vehicles, horse are used in their ranks too. The Azerbaijan/Armenia-Iran border had 150,000 Dominion soldiers and another warlord army waiting. This was a 25,000 man army that used horses and Russian made vehicles. This army was a private army of Saber Al-Jahani from Iran, he was born in Iran but his family moved to Armenia when he was two years old.

The armies sat and waited to move. Eyes on the Kraven freaks. The Dominion will strike, if they keep moving towards Jordan. Bombs will be drop, missiles will be launched, blood will flow in the desert sand.

Negev Desert, Allanean position

“Airborne troops! We are receiving reports that we have large amounts of Kravenites coming towards this border. It is our duty to protect our Kahani allies, and we damn will. We will start digging our trenches now, before the sun rises, so it will still be cold and we can do it. Make your emplacements, set up your machineguns, ready your rifles!”

The shovels went in, digging easily into the sand at the positions where the Kahanistani were expected to come under attack. Tractors and entrechment machines dug a 50-miles anti-tank ditch in front of the infantry position, and spread a vigoroous assortment of anti-personnel and anti-tank mines in and before the ditch.

“Airborne troops! Into your trenches! Lock and load! Check the scopes on your rifles! Fire single shots, make every .308 count! Mortar crews, ready to fire the automatic mortars on command! Auto-grenade launcher crews, feed 'em HE and incendiaries, ready to fire on command!”

In the meanwhile, armored vehicles moved at specially prepared dugouts that woul put a small sand dune between the enemy missiles and the armor of an SOV-06, but allowed the 15mm gattlings to bear on the enemy. Artillery was set up slightly in the rear. Modified 25mm automatic launcher were set up to meet the Kraven threat, as well as a totally new weapon – a series of high-powered combat loudspeakers.

“Make these ready, too! Let's make sure that if we die, we sure die dancing to our tune!”

Each Allanean soldier knew that when he left the Army, he would keep his rifle or machinegun as private property. As such, every rifle was customized, decked out with additional scopes, sights, trigger jobs and other modifications. Some even had the barrels free-floated. And now, the best marksmen of Haven, people who learned to shoot their first rifle long before they were old enough to sign up, were lying in wait, ready to drop the hammer on the Kravenites.

“Steady boys! They'll be here soon! Remember, liberty or death!”

It had begun, the Attack, This would be a day to remember, when a Kraven Reborn once again took to the battlefield with the march of something insidious and dark...

It started with an Imperator, its powerfull twin V8 engines, with twin turbo chargers roared in triumph as slowly the Land Fortress began to move, the sand churning as the tracks moved forward, its twin exhaust stacks pouring thick black vapours into the atmosphere as the engines strained to move this behemoth...

Within a few minutes the rest of the Attack had begun, various Emperor's began to move in time with the lead Imperator, as all along this 25 mile stretch of land, the vast army of Kraven began to lurch forward in a sudden surge...

Leman Russ Battle tanks also began to move, they flanked the larger Emperors and Imperators, ensuring the flanks were covered, while behind them, under the cover of heavy armour, advanced the Chimera Troops Transports and Hellhound flame tanks...

The Attack was on, Basilisks began to move forward, moving to get in Range, while the Centurians that were not in Transports marched side by side, their large Kraven Banners fluttering in the powerfull winds...

an Oberst Sturm Furher, stood atop his APC, the Sturm Furhers' where the Field officers, and this particular officer was tasked with the invasion of Kahanistan... he felt pride, something that was now nurtured in Kraven, before blind obidience was required and only desired by the High Command, but now, after seeing the effective forces of Automagfreek, The High Command had changed its view on warfare and created something out of the fires of the 2nd Kraven War... The Centurians...

“Air Armada, you are now over the Allanean positions, please remain vigilant, make sure safety regulations are observed, over.”

Five hundred planes took of the Allanean carriers, and were now flying to the Allanean positions. They overtook them casually, and then, in the middle of the distance between the Allaneans and the Kravenites, dropped their weapons, and then turned. Of course, on the radar, one could not see that they released their cargo – merely that the Allanean air force suddenly cut and run.

“Albatross Nest, this is Air Armada, dropped out the candy, heading home now. Confirm, Over.”

“Air Armada, this is Albatross Nest, hear you loud and clear, come in nice and gentle, will you? Over and out.”

The Allanean aircraft turned back, and the Kravenites may have thought that they have turned and run, scared of the vast mechanical and human wave that was advancing on them. But in fact, they have already attacked – seeding the 25-mile stretch of desert with tons and tons and tons of air-deployable landmines – anti-armor and anti-personnel devices, dropped out from 500 aircraft – or in other words, approximately 1,500 tons of munitions, spread out thickly between the Allaneans and the Kravenites.

Now, the Allaneans had only to wait.

The 1st Fleet took off from the airbase as soon as the Kraven movement had been detected. 2nd and 3rd Fleets would follow shortly.

The twelve Fireship Class Airships where carrying mostly air-to-ground missiles. They where preceeded by F-22G Raven Flight who would fly cover for them.

Messages crakled over the secure radio to all Fourhearts Aircraft.

Allships! Allships! This is Sky Six. Remember Gunners! The firing order is BOGIE-FUEL TRUCK-TRUCK-TANK-TROOPS-! I don't care how many tanks they have or how big they are. They still need gas damnit! If we leave them dead in the road the Colalition can finish them off!

Raven Flight was flying low and fast. It was equipped with ground radar that was linked with the airships. If the Ravens could spot the fuel trucks in the massive enemy formation, the Airships could fire immediatly without getting into harms way.

Sky Six sent a transmission to his allies.

Attention All Allied Commanders! This is Sky Six! Use freq 348.03.1223 for any fire missions you may need. Sky Six OUT"

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OOC: Hope this clears everything up, I'm roughly in the circled area. For where my cities are, the NSWiki link in my sig will tell you that.

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IC: The Kahanistanians still had ten Amestrian N-2 bombs, given to them after the AMF invasion. Nine, actually, as they were secretly reverse-engineering them and had to take one apart to see how it worked. They had thirteen indigenously produced N-2's ranging in yield from 200 tons to one kiloton, but most were around 700 tons. These weapons were Kahanistan's most closely guarded secret, as the revelation that they were reverse-engineering an ally's weapons could damage the relationship between the two nations.

The defenders hoped not to be forced to use them. Kahanistan had the same liberal gun culture as Allanea, and most citizens owned guns. Gun sales had increased tenfold after the AMF invasion while most other industries lagged. Everyone owned them. Kahanistan's lack of gun control meant that nine-year-olds often knew how to fire an AK-101, or sight a Capitol Police trooper through the scope of a Dragunov. However, most Kahanistanian children were going to school and doing the things children should be doing, Kahanistan did not use children in war, though Academy students were often enrolled as teenagers and graduated in their twenties.

The defenders of Kahanistan holed up in Al-Qamar, in the east, waiting for the Kraven attack.

The GOW Heavy Transports had been making full speed for the border area when word was received that the fighting was starting. As they got the information, flight crews began proceeding pack through the transports, notifying the men that they would actually be air dropping into the rear of the allied positions. This was possible because ALL Psi-Pso soldiers were taught how to parachute. Even the armor pieces, tanks, artillery, and such, would be dropped in, their crews strapped to the skids.

After another tense hour of waiting, the armada of transports came over the area. Massive cyclones of wind formed as the rear loading ramps lowered into the open position. In a precise and orderly manner, the men proceeded down the plane against either wall, and jumped out and to the side, their parachutes opening a few moments later. After the men dropped, the transports circled back around, skids loaded with tanks and artillery sliding out the rear. The crews were strapped to the side of them, with four parachute packs on each corner of the skids, deploying as they fell.

Shortly after they reached the ground, the 50,000 troops came up to reinforce Allanean positions.

The Kraven Forces continued to advance towards the Allanea Positions between the Whyatican Border and Al Qamar, the Imperators and Emperor's continued forwards, until there was a dull thud undeath the Imperator, its twin engines slowed down to a gentle hum, until the Driver gunned the engine once more the, Vehicle Lurched forwards, twin smoke stacks belching noxious gasses into the air, thick black vapours, while the Gunners now sighted up possible targets...

However it had become aparant that the Allanea's air show was to deploy a mine field, quickly the situation was assessed by the High Command, and the Command Relay issued its orders..

The Basiliks Earthshakers moved into position, and began to lay down a bombardment of Earthshaker Rounds, two Basilisks exploded as the earthshaker shells went off in the barrel, their twisted wrecks now burning in the desert sun...

The Earthshaker rounds exploded in the mine field, setting off multiple mines at once, the shock wave was enough to detonate more mines, until an Area was now clear...

However the Advance was going to be slow, for now the the craters had to be filled in with sand to allow the advance to continue, Large bulldozers designed to work in hostile conditions, and well armoured now moved into position, using huge blades to move the sand into the now newly formed craters, Capitol Police APC's were also mounting Bulldozer blades, these were standard issue, and they two helped the situation...

Meanwhile, to ensure the Allanea's troops didn't get too relaxed, or decide to fortify their position, Basilisk Earthshaker Artillery opened fire on their dug in positions, using Rocket Assisted shells to reach out further than 50km's, ensuring that whatever they were doing, had or had planned was hindered to great effect by the immense Artillery Batteries of Kraven...

The Fourhearts air attack was unfortunatly, fruitless for now, the Fuel and Logistics had yet to leave Whyatica, and would not rondevous with the Coloum until later in the advance, to prevent these sort of attacks happening, but as the craft, comming in low and fast would find, Kravens mobile Air Artillery, the ZSU 663's that were always present with any armoured coloum, instantly opened fire as the craft approached, using their quad assault cannons to open an umbrella of lead, the Four Heart craft would find themselves confronted with a litteral brick wall...

But for now, the advance had halted, waiting for the Craters to be filled in and for the Basiliks to finish their work on the Allanea's positions...

Aboard the USS Total Demolition

Admiral Cameron was pacing nervously back and forth. “I don't like it. I don't like it at all. You mean they have cleared a path through the minefield?”

“Cleared away most of it, Sir, with artillery bombardment.”

“This is bad. More than you can thing.”

He looked at his assistant. “Joshua, prepare the helicopter. Tell my guards to get to it.”

The Admiral took off his customary falconer's glove. Now, he was perfectly naked, his perfect, muscular body glinting in the Mediterranean sun. “Michael, my powerfist.”

“Yes, Sir!”

Within minutes, the powerfist was on him, the hydraulics whining and humming softly. “Get me to the helicopter. And fifteen minutes after I'm gone, launch the missiles.”

The heavy transport helicopter lifted off the deck of the carrier, and went off towards the Allanean positions. It carried Admiral Cameron, the commander of the Allanean forces in the region, and thirty sailors from the USS Kim Du Toit, loyal personally to the Admiral. They were going to pay a visit to the Allanean lines.

In the meanwhile, 125 Sledgehammer (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=8708696&postcount=111) missiles were launched from the various Allanean arsenal ships, aimed at the Kraven positions, trying to suppress the artillery fire. Some of them would of couse be shot down by Kravenite defenses, but that didn't matter.

These missiles were modified to target ground targets, and that they would do, heading for Kraven formations at ultra-high, SCRAM-jet powered speeds. As they descended upon the enemy, the thermite clusters blowing away a few dozen meters before impact, spraying the Kravenites with high-tempterature, metal burning fire. Then, the main charges, targeted via sattelite guidance to those enemy units deemed most damaging to the Allanean lines, would hit, causing even more mayhem.

In the meanwhile, as Earthshaker rounds impacted on top of, in, and behind Allanean trenches, causing mayhem and injury, Admiral Cameron's helicopter was setting up to land.

Honimishu Castle,
Strategic Command Center,
Pschycotic Pschycos...

"Your Excellency," the aged General Oda Nobunaga IV said. "Due to Allanean mines, the Kraven Coloumn has been forced to slow up. They are now sitting ducks."

"Good, thank you," the Shogun, Nakamura Himura Kenshin, said. "I'm authorizing the launch of 30 ICBMs. I want all 30 warheads to be live. Utilize our Pyro-610 "Everlast Flame" incindeary device."

"Sir, yes Sir!" The General said. He bowed and saluted, and then walked out of the room to issue the order.
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The shogun's order was carried out with amazing speed and efficiency. Within minutes, 30 ICBMs were roaring up through the atmosphere, loaded down with the warheads, streaking toward the main section of the Kraven coloumn.

The Allanae, missile attack had come after the Fourhearts fly by, but this did not hinder the 663's that quickly mapped out the incoming missiles, and began to track their targets and prepare to fire... as the first few missiles came into range, the 663's opened fire, their quad gatlin cannons were already actively moving and so the warm up spin was not required, the missiles were downed one by one as each ZSU supporting the formation went to work, however multiple targets were struck by the missile strike, taking out a small troop formation of Kreigsmarines, several APC's and Several Basilisks...

The Axis Nova computer network was already working, re-adjusting the ABMS (Anti Ballistic Missile System)network orbiting the earth, to prepare for the incoming ICBM's from Psychotic Psychos, Father having infilitrated Axis Nova at the Downfall of Kraven to the hands of AMF, and proven more usefull than first imagined, the ABMS network launched several rockets at the ICBM's as they broke oribt, as the missiles exploded thousands of tiny projectiles reached forward, striking the ICBM's in multiple places, eventually out of the thirty, 18 of the missiles remained and continued onto their course, as they re-entered the atmosphere, the Kraven Held Whyatica early warning system went into overload...

The Command Relay began sending orders to the Formation, and already, Capitol Police now stormed too and fro, picking up ammunition boxes from the APC's and quickly ferrying them to the ZSU's, they loaded them in, and locked them into place, feeding the rounds into the magazines, before the ICBM's impacted...

the ZSU's began to pick up the ICBM's as they approached, mapping them out, four of the many ZSU's were now out of action, their Capitol Police teams, still reloaded, which allowed 3 of the ICBM's to slip through, however the rest were brought down effectively by the wall of lead produced by the other ZSU's...

The napalm style weaponry exploded, sending a large ball of flame errupting over various targets, Capitol Police were engulfed as they tried to stamp out fires, others continued to carry ammunition until the flames took over their life, and the ammuntion exploded in their hands, as their bodies fell to the ground...

A Leman Russ lay a wreck and on fire, while two Emperor's were covered in flames, the Capitol Police tank commander was on fire, and lay burning on the hull of the tank, the Vehicles were fine, but thier targeting systems were currently out of action, and so were effectively dead in the water so to speak..

The Bulldozers continued to work, as did the APC's tasked with helping, Capitol Police now rushed, out with shovels and picks to speed up the process..

the Basiliks Artillery continued to fire, continueing to lay down a horrific bombardment against the Allanean positions,

From the Whyatican border, armoured ammunition carriers began to move into Kahanistan, bringing the Artillery fresh rounds, including several Napalm and white phosphorus shells...

In the Allanean positions

The Nautilus-class systems were working full-time, taking down a large proportion of the Earthshaker shells. Still, some – too many – were hitting, causing chaos and confusion whenever and wherever they fell. Grand Admiral Blake Cameron knew that from Allanea, an 'air bridge' of RB-227th was on the way to bring tanks, mechanized infantry, and other equipment. But it would take long to arrive – and by that time, the Allanean positions here would be overrated. Something had to be done.

He looked around him. To the left was the burned-out hulk of a SOV-06. To the right, a dugout where a mortar crew huddled, trying to escape the shrapnel from the screaming shells. This has given him some sort of an idea, tohugh he could not quite figure out what it was. He stood for a few seconds, petting Nigel, his pet buteo jamaicensis absent-mindedly. And suddenly, he had it.

Blake Cameron began to climb up from the trench. The sailors tried instictively to hold him back, but their hands slipped off his legs and arms as he climbed the sun-heated trench. “The Flag! Someone, give me the Flag!”

Someone give him an Allanean flag. It was large, meant to be carried in combat next to a Brigade Banner. It was huge, the red stripes clearly seen, flowing in the wind like rivers of blood, the stars glowing on the blue background as if they were real stars on a blue evening sky.

Grand Admiral Blake Cameron did not scream. He did not shout. He merely spoke loudly, with passion, with feeling, walking along the trench, climbing a sand escarpment and leaning on the flagpole he carried. All heard him.

Troops! Allaneans! Listen to me!

I am your Admiral! Do you know who we are fighting? Have you any clue? Let me tell you who we are fighting! We are fighting Kravenites! The people who turn their women into breeding machines, and their children into Capitol Police – unithinking, undoubting, slaves of evil so infernal we, Allaneans, who have grown up with freedom, fail to imagine it! Remember! If Kraven wins, then he will come to Allanea, and the way of life we rightfully believe belongs to us as Free Men will be taken forever! So, Freemen, rejoin your posts! Ready! For Liberty, for Allanea, fire!

The mortar crew returned to it's position to his right, loaded their mortar, and fired when he gave his sign. All across the positions, cannon and MLRS gave their first volleys.

Remember what Kraven is! Remember what Kravenites are! Know that they are slaves and you are Free Men! And do not fear them, for Freedom will always prevail upon slavery! Know that they are all not only slaves but assistants to enslavement – and thus you should not fear them, but loathe them! Terminate them! Purge them from this Earth! Have no mercy for the Kravenite scum! For Liberty, For Allanea, fire!


As he spoke this, two hundred more missiles came in overhead aimed at the Kravenian positions. And in the meanwhile, every MRLS and cannon on the border came alive at once.

Velkyan Artillery Batteries, Eastern Kahanistan, 60 miles away from battlefield

"All batteries, counter battery fire mission, grid 0-12 Charlie, over! Fire for effect!"

The line of Velkyan artillery, ranging from large bore electrothermal chemical assisted towed artillery weapons to KriGud self-propelled artillery vehicles began to lock onto known Kraven firing positions, aided by counter battery RADAR on nearly-invisible zeppelins high above the combat zone, as well as artillery targeting satellite systems. They opened fire with a thunderous roar, sending the bombardment that would rain down hundreds of specialized anti-tank IR guided shells down on the Basilisks.

While their brethren opened a blanket of fire on the enemy artillery, electronics warfare vehicles such as EWA-3s began to use their jammers to disrupt the enemy RADAR systems to prohibit any accurate close-in response from the lauded Kraven ZSUs. This strategy would allow the Velkyan artillery to strike their targets with relative impunity.

Roads to frontlines

As the Velkyan artillery fire pounded their enemy counterparts, troops of the 13th and 8th RDFDs began to ready themselves for combat, loading onto IFVs, APCs, and MWVs destined for the front. As they armed themselves for battle, columns of nearly two hundred light tanks and mobile gun system equipped-APCs headed for the battle zone, protected by regimental air defenses vehicles and the guardians above. Above these armored beasts, Scorpion attack helicopters surged forward, their grizzly noses pointed towards the desert floor as their silent five-bladed rotors carried them to the frontlines where they would reign supreme.

Skies above battlefield

The world turned upside down, as the pilots stomached turned inside out. Ten AF-17BIII close air support aircraft screamed at low subsonic speeds, right over the heads of allied troops heading to the front lines. Under their wings laid four DGASM (Dual Guided Attack Stand-off Missile) missiles, which proceeded to scream off the rails of the Halberds, forty in all, immediately climbing to gain altitude.

These missiles, guided by a combination of IR and GPS, would strike the Basilisks from the top, which would make it difficult to hit with the CIWS-type fire that the Kraven forces were currently pumping into the air, as well as strike the weak top armor. These aircraft, still quite outside the range of enemy AAA fire, proceeded to loiter in large, sweeping patterns over the battlefield, waiting to dispense their remaining Ballista anti-tank missiles at a moments notice.

These aircraft were soon to be augmented by ISF-12 Sturmfalke air superiority squadrons that were currently arming on the ground, their internal bays filling with all sorts of nastiness, as larger BS-24s and BT-12s also began to prepare for the battle in the sky.

Even these aircraft, highly advanced and sleek, paled in comparison to the section of Naram-Sin hyper soar-bombers that had just taken off from Velkya, skipping through both space and the atmosphere as they approached Kahanistan, their scramjet engines sucking in the air and mixing it with hydrogen, spewing raw power out of the exhausts. These gods of the battlefield, recently deployed in Yamazrea, fly so fast and so high that they had been labeled by the Air Defense Fore nearly impervious to enemy counter fire.

They would be in Kahanistan in mere minutes.

The commanding officer on the ground for this campaign was a man by the name of General Toyatomi Shun. He had seen his fair share of combat, having served to keep peace and rebuild the nation of Antanjyl after having overthrown an evil regime. He had distinguished himself, his men always being ahead of schedual. Now, he was to lead them in major combat duties.

The gneral's major problem now was that his men were spread wide across the 25 mile front, the air drop being impossible to centralize. He was now meeting with his staff, the commanders of the individual infantry units and armor units.

Before him was a satellite printout map of the area in which they were fighting, and positions as of the last few minutes. "All right, men. This is how I want it to play out. We currently have 50,000 troops on the ground, as well as 200 tanks and 50 artillery pieces. Now, we're going to play a little conservatively. Right now, Allanean soldiers, along with those of Kahnistan, are engaging Kraven forces. I'm moving the 6th and 7th Battilions of the 5th army up to reinforce allied positions. I'm also sending the 1st through 5th Brigades of the 8th Battilion, 5th Army to the front lines. They will be supported by 75 M1A3 Tanks.
"The remaining soldiers and tanks shall remain back here out of artillery range in the event that the main forces must fall back. Our artillery shall remain behind as well, to cover any possible retreat. I've also send word home to send four Armored Calvary divisions up. The AH-64D's, along with the
SAH-04's should provide the arial cover we need against their own armor pieces. Is everyone clear?"

His council, the officers of the Battilions and Brigades, all responded in the positive with quick and loud "Sir, yes Sir!!"s.

"Now, don't get me wrong....I'm acting all tough and serious, but I realy only want one thing," the general said, generations of samurai instinct taking over.

An officer jumped to his feet. "TO KILL THOSE KRAVEN SONS OF BITCHES!!!!"

"DAMNIT SIR! I LOVE THAT ATTITUDE!!! Go get them men!"
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Hurridly, coloumns of the designated units began moving out. Their uniforms of varying degrees and shades of tan blended them in with the dust they were raising. Their normal uniforms, reminiscent of the samurai armor, would not be used in the day due to excessive temperatures. At night, they would be donned for their intimidation and warmth values.

As tanks rolled out to meet up with Allanean forces, many men jumped on them for an easy ride. These soldiers were lucky, they could joke and have fun now, but the moment shots were fired, they'd be all serious.

Orbit over Kahanistan
An automated detection system having detected 10 Velkyan signals heading into orbit at a high rate of speed, several killsats moved into position to destroy them. They aimed themselves in the right direction, and each of the four killsats fired several missiles. Each missile, traveling at least at Mach 10, would release several fragmenting submunitions in the HyperSoar's path, effectively shredding them..

Whyatican Airfields, Tabük
"Go, go, go!" yelled the commanding officer of the Whyatican airfields closest to the Kraven incursion of Kahanistan.

"Wings 27 through 37 are to launch immediately!" a drone voice blared across the airfield.

Pilots and aircrews rushed throughout the fields, preparing their planes for what may well be their final battle. Their mission: Provide air cover and obtain air superiority for the Kraven invasion of Kahanistan. With the air force reforms of the Whyatican Air Force, the WAF was now a contender for some of the more serious air powers in the Coalition..

Ten wings of Axim air superiority fighters began to taxi and cruise off their runways, while a wing of AWACS and other support also taxiied and cruised off.

The air armada set in their formation, the AWACS planes very slightly ahead of the fighters. They could track every Allanean soldier on the battlefield, with such fine detail with help from satellites to show which ones were picking their noses.

They hit a cruising speed of Mach 2.5, which would put them at the battlefield in mere minutes..

Whyatican Space Command
"LT, Kraven's RADAR was just jammed by Velkya. The ZSUs in the battlefield are effectively blind." a computer officer said to his lieutenant in a satellite surveillance room.

"Link the ZSUs with our surveillance satellites, they'll get telemetry back."

"Aye, sir."

Spy satellites watching the battle, no doubt being joined by hundreds of others from other nations, began to transmit targetting information down to the Kraven positions..

Kraven Forces, 60km's from Allied Forces

Velkya's anti radar tactics had failed, their electronical warfare systems were too far away from the offending vehicles to effectively counter the ZSU's radar systems, there was some interferance, but the crewmen began to alter the frequency settings with some switching to LIDAR to quickly continue to track various in bound targets, with some needed Telemetry data from the Whyatica Orbital Eyes...,

but the problem with the Radar Jamming is that Velkya had effectively made the Coalition forces more blind than the Kraven Forces, the Radar Jamming was a blanket effect and would prove more of a hinderence than a god send...

Once the Basilisk Artillery had finished with a salvo they had begun to move, the Allanea Counter Batteries causing the Kraven Officers enough concern as to move the batteries before recommencing the bombardment, but as the vehicles slowly began to move position, the velkyan artillery began to hit home, several Basilisks were blown to peices, their twisted wreckes joing the two others destroyed by an unstable earthshaker shell, but despite the attack, the remaining basiliks continued to move, evading the majority of the attack...

Velkya's air attack, while being highly guided only managed to down another two basilisks, their movement while being tracked, would take a few seconds for the missiles to relock onto the new positions, which would be enough time for the ZSU's to get an inbound target lock, and bring the missiles down despite the high angle...

As for the Basilisks, they took a movement formation, and rejoined the rest of the coloum, that was now pushing its way towards the Allied Forces, the craters created by the Basilisks had now been filled in, which to the surprise of the Kraven officers was done faster than expected, as the Kraven Generals and Oberst Sturm Furhers had speculated the Allied forces would have targeted the bulldozers and APC's and troop formations filling in these craters, which would have, rather obviously, slowed the Kraven Forces down even more, possibly even stopping the attack in its tracks...

but now, the Advance rolled on, lead by the Imperators, Emperor's and Leman Russ's with the rest of the Formation following behind...

Centurians followed behind the Vehicles, their Assault rifles held ready, their banners fluttering in the winds as they moved on with the push...

At the Allanean lines

Sergeant Moshe Kimhi looked through the x10 scope on his .308 Allanean Arms ABR-8 rifle. Right now, he was thanking the day that he bought that scope at a sporting goods store in Western Axackal. Somewhere, he was about to make out something... damnation, I can't see shit in all that smoke... smoke?!

Black, acrid smoke was covering the horizon, spouted from the engines of hundreds if not thousands of enemy tanks – or was it simply the darkness and evil that was Kraven, blotting out all life, all liberty, and all hope? Moshe Kimhi clenched his rifle tighter, aiming at a strange-bicolored square out there that seemed to be closely coming into focus... it was a Kraven banner. He aimed at it's middle, hoping to hit the stick or whatever that held it up, since he could not make out any soldiers at this distance. At least I can do this.

Next to him, a rifleman from his detachment braced himself to fire as well, loading his rifle with armor-piercing incendiary rounds. I wonder when we actually start, pondered the Sergeant, as he saw his grenadier heave his Sigfried man-portable ATGM launcher into position, unfolding the bipod. “I have target in sight, Sir.” - the soldier reported. “I have range to target...” - he gave the range estimate. “Ready to fire at your orders.”

The firing line fell ominously silent, the Allaneans aiming carefully, choosing their targets. The automatic grenade launcher crews set their weapons up for indirect fire, looking to rain ten 40mm high explosive and white phosphorous rounds per second on the heads of the hapless Kravenites.

Right behind Sergeant Kimhi, shielded from enemy round by a huge sand emplacement, stood an SOV06 Infantry Fighting vehicle. It's drivers was evaluating the enemy ranks, his fingers on the trigger buttons of both the main 15mm anti-armor gattling gun and the coaxial 10mm anti-personnel gattling. At any moment, he was ready to give the enemy hell.

Behind the Allanean ranks, MRLS missile launchers were being loaded up with second-generation fuel-air warhead missiles, preparing to expose the Kraven forces to something that resembled hell even more literally – at 800 degrees centigrade. Aboard the ships in the Mediterranean, preparations were made to launch an insane salvo of 1,000 missiles. And yet, there was silence.

Admiral Blake Cameron paced back and forth on his dune, eyeing the Kraven forces through his binoculars. He waited until they got into the range of his troops .308 rifles – 1,300 meters, assuming match-grade ammunition, which most of them did not have. Behind the ranks, snipers with .50-caliber or even bigger 20mm rifles were already choosing their targets. And yet, Grand Admiral Cameron told himself, he could wait just.... a few... seconds...

Slowly, slowly, his hand, clothed in a huge steel powerfist rose. All who saw him, to his left and to his right, anywhere on the firing line, began to prepare. Bolts and safeties clicked, weapons were reloaded, turrets swung into position, and, finally, the Admiral's voice carried accross the battlefield, calm and serene. It was as if he never even needed a set of loudspeakers.

“Ready...”

In deep dugouts, Allanean troops donned electronic hearing protection, earphones that would filter out the roar of battle, but keep harmless sounds, like those of commands or footsteps flowing. Back in armored vehicles far behind the line, Allanea's system of high-power combat stereos was turned on, waiting for the Play button to be pushed before they blasted the Kravenites' eardrums out. And in the meanwhile, the Admiral's hand fell.

“Fire.”

The Kahanistanian Air Force had reformed somewhat, but still possessed a large number of MiG-35's. 300 MiG's, 200 F-22 Raptors, 100 F-35 JSF's, and 100 B-2 Spirits took off from the Air Force bases in Kahanistan. The stealth fighters and bombers planned to attack hostile concentrations from the air while the MiG's and JSF's engaged enemy fighters in the air.

Kahanistanian ZSU-23-4M Shilkas moved under the friendly air cover to engage Whyatican warplanes. The Kahanistanians would be fired upon by the enemy planes, but the Whyaticans would have to deal with the MiG's and the fire from the ground.

The Shilkas would be escorted by Kahanistanian heavy armor, Merkava IV tanks and heavy infantry. Many of the infantry had had experience with Kraven before in Xirnium.

ooc: I may soon be getting involved in this and I would appreciate it if a few of my questions were answered. Please don't use this information ICly. Thanks in advanced.

@Allanea: How big is your navy - how many ships and of what type? And where is it situated (What sea, Mediterranean or Red, and how close to land)?

@Kahanistan: Does anyone, to your knowledge, that would matter in this RP control the land southwest of you in Egypt or the Sinai. (Anyone can answer this if they know)

OOC: Full information on both my naval deployments in the Mediterranean and the red sea is available in the original Return of Kraven thread.

OOC: And I have a navy of 500 combat ships stationed in the Indian Ocean, preparing to enter the Red Sea. However, Whyatica has a fleet blocking, so I'll have to blast through.

(OOC: Made an error in the Naram-Sin post, Mac's hyper soar variant travels only through the upper atmosphere, not space. Here's the link: http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=8604139&postcount=39. Also, Kraven, stop role-playing your ZSUs to be perfect, you have an extremely high intercept rate for a short-ranged minigun weapon.)

Hypersoars

Unfortunately for the Whayticans, they had failed to calculate the fact that any unshielded object that enters the atmosphere is incinerated by the superheated gases that form around it. The space-launched missiles, somehow guided by an unseen force, simply burned up in the atmosphere as the Naram-Sins reached the target area, lowering their altitude a small degree as they began to travel in a large orbital flight path over the battlefield. Soon, sensor feed from allied ground sites and aircraft would supply the four aircraft with more than enough information to begin high altitude strikes on the tide of armor now encroaching towards allied forces. Hundreds of missiles were released into the armored beast, targeting almost exclusively the Kraven ZSU launchers dotting the battlefield.

Velkyan Artillery

"Anti-armor barrage ineffective, begin second salvo!"

The artillery crews acknowledged this command, and began to load more anti-armor shells into their breeches, firing even more. By this time elements of the 2nd Infantry Division had also began to arrive, and new artillery flowed forth into the lines. These newly-arrived artillery guns began to fire RAAM (Remote Anti-Armor Munitions, basically disperses anti-armor mines on impact) shells into the paths of the Kraven armor, which would disrupt their advance even more. MRLS units, also newly arrived, opened fire, their large semi-guided fragmentation rockets raining down shrapnel on the infantry in the rear.

Velkyan Ground Forces

Velkyan armor, comprised of one hundred Salamander Mobile-Gun Systems and Helix light tanks, began to roll out into unclaimed territory, and then making a 90-degree turn westward, running parallel to the Kraven forces. Escorted by Dragon IFVs and CFVs, they began their attack, opening with a wave of ATGMs and 115mm cannon fire into their opponent’s flanks, targeting enemy APCs and Leman Russ tanks in a fusillade of fire. Dismounted infantry also began opening fire with their man-portable missile launchers, and a small contingent of attack helicopters released dozens of Ballista anti-armor missiles into the sides of the armored beasts. Meanwhile, reinforcements readied themselves to exploit any breakthrough.


Air Battle

"Looky what we have here..."

The calm, cool voice of the squadron leader reigned over the radio, as their own zeppelin based RADAR systems detected the huge signals of the enemy AWACS planes. He only had twenty aircraft to engage with, but even two squadrons of Sturmfalke posed a giant threat to the enemy. "All units, enemy eyes (AWACS) are priority targets, engage at will." At the sound of this, each aircraft opened its internal bays, each aircraft releasing an AAM-12B Super Lancer BVRAAMs, each targeted at a different AWACS aircraft at range of several hundred kilometers.

Their smokeless trails streaked towards their prey, as a second salvo was launched to finish the job. Forty missiles now made their way to the enemy AWACS aircraft in effort to blind the enemy air forces and ground troops. The air-to-air battle was augmented by even more AF-17BIII attack aircraft joining the fray, now launching a non-stop flow of Maverick II anti-tank missiles into the advancing Kraven armor, aiming for the larger tanks in their arsenal.

Watching the movement of the Velkyan armor, the officers leading the 75
M1A3 tanks made a vital decision. Rather than continuing on for the front lines to bolster Allanean forces, they broke off to join up with the Velkyan flank attack.

As allied armor pices drove at the Kraven flank, the M1A3s, using their quick speed, accelerated in behind them, opening fire with their heavy 120mm smooth-bore cannons. Each round was armor piercing, and carried with it a far deadlier aspect. The heat from it from it entering through armor would melt a copper slug, fracturing it into a multitude of tine pellets. These would resolidify, and then proceed to ricochet throughout the interior of the target. Even if the target wasn't terminated, it was likely none would survive. This was particularly dangerous to APCs, whose job it is to transport soldiers.

These heavy tanks pressed in behind Velkya's forces, and would use their momentum to force straight into the flank of Kraven's forces, much like ancient mounted calvary would.
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High above the earth, at nearly 40,000 feet, a flight of 5 EB-52 stealth bombers turned in to approach the Kraven front. Each bomber carried with it 2 T-12 bombs, tipped with high explosive rounds. The force of the bomb and warhead together would create an earthquake-like effect on impact; multiplied by ten....They also carried 20 Phoenix ATA missiles in the event they were detected and an interception mission was launched. Inside, the pilot spoke back to the Offensive Systems Operator, "Bill, ETA one half hour. Prepare to drop 'Momma's Shopping'."

OOC: Full information on both my naval deployments in the Mediterranean and the red sea is available in the original Return of Kraven thread.

ooc: Thanks - So your fleet of 110+ ships is in the Mediterranean?

OOC: And I have a navy of 500 combat ships stationed in the Indian Ocean, preparing to enter the Red Sea. However, Whyatica has a fleet blocking, so I'll have to blast through.

ooc: Got it.

OOC: Kraven, are you going to attack me? The only way I will join in to the fighting is, if Kraven or Whyatica attacks me. You two know I’m hostile against everything Kraven because of things that happen in Jagada.

ooc: Why would he attack you then?

(OOC: Made an error in the Naram-Sin post, Mac's hyper soar variant travels only through the upper atmosphere, not space. Here's the link: http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=8604139&postcount=39. Also, Kraven, stop role-playing your ZSUs to be perfect, you have an extremely high intercept rate for a short-ranged minigun weapon.)

ooc: They are quad gattling cannons - they are fire an immense about of bullets at an incredible speed. And he at least is taking damage...

Hypersoars
Unfortunately for the Whayticans, they had failed to calculate the fact that any unshielded object that enters the atmosphere is incinerated by the superheated gases that form around it. The space-launched missiles, somehow guided by an unseen force, simply burned up in the atmosphere as the Naram-Sins reached the target area, lowering their altitude a small degree as they began to travel in a large orbital flight path over the battlefield.

ooc: Umm... why wouldn't they be protected against the heat? They do after to get into space when the sat is originally launched. And who are you to say that they are not protected...? They are Whayticans missiles after all...

@Kahanistan: Does anyone, to your knowledge, that would matter in this RP control the land southwest of you in Egypt or the Sinai. (Anyone can answer this if they know)

Not that I'm aware of. At least nobody involved in this conflict.

ooc: Umm... why wouldn't they be protected against the heat? They do after to get into space when the sat is originally launched. And who are you to say that they are not protected...? They are Whayticans missiles after all...

OOC: Who said they were protected?

They are quad gattling cannons - they are fire an immense about of bullets at an incredible speed. And he at least is taking damage...

He's RPing a 90% success rate. That's pretty high for a minigun, which is inherently inaccurate as well as short-ranged.

Not that I'm aware of. At least nobody involved in this conflict.

ooc: Alright - cool. By the way, where is the OOC thread?

IC:

Phase I
The time was right for them to reveal themselves to the world. They had been planning and plotting for the last week in accordance with Kraven's plans... now it was time to unveil them.

As the coalition forces were busy dealing with the Kraven 'menace' to the east of Kahanistan in the Negev desert, the Neo Kravenites had been creeping up the through Africa. They crossed the Nile River earlier in their trek and made it across Suez canal a short while after the fighting started - or at least the initial phases of the war. Now they stood outside the edges of Kahanistan with an army of millions prepared for a ruthless war of blood, death, and destruction. They were the feared Capitol Police of the Kraven military and they held their banners high...

Eight battalions of Capitol Police stood in rank with their red eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of the enemy. They were supported by five million Kriegsmarines and a countless number of military vehicles (Imperators, Emperors, ZSUs, and more). However, they were now joined by a division that Kraven did not have at its disposal... the 1st Fighter Division of five thousand [5000] F-19 Knights, newly delivered from DMG Military Industries.

At the forefront stood the fearless figure of The Leader, Reich Oberst Azkan X. "Send a transmission to Kraven. Tell them the first wave of aircraft have arrived..."

Phase II

The pesky Allanean Navy was sitting dangerously in the Mediterranean - the perfect spot to launch aerial and missile strikes against the advancing armies of Kraven. They would have to be dealt with...

When the Neo Kraven forces reached the edge of the Mediterranean, near where it met the Suez, they launched a covert and lethal strike against the surface ships of Allanea. They had carried five thousand RIBs (
Rigid-hull Inflatable Boats) and packed them to the brim (while leaving them light enough for fast transit) with explosives and fuel. Now they secretly dropped into the water with two men on board each - they would be nobly carrying out their mission for the betterment of Kraven.

They started up their motors and sped out to see... on a direct collision course with the Allanea Navy. Some wouldn't make it, but they couldn't stop all of them; not with five thousand boats packed with explosives bearing down on them. Their suicide mission was under way...

The Second Front
It was now that in the southwest, a new front was opened...


OOC: Who said they were protected?

ooc: It would be much more reasonable for them to be protected that to not be protected. And that is still beside the point... you should ask him - it is not your right to decide.

Damn!

Air Commander Maverick cursed loudly. He'd lost 3 of his Ravens and he had to have 1st Fleet break off the attack. He'd underestimated Kraven's Air Defences. And now all the jamming that was taking place was making flying and targeting very difficult.

Mav looked at the battle data pouring in. Karven Air Defence was doing a fair job of protecting their ground forces, while the ground battle was heating up. Air units hadn't spotted any logistical targets as of yet.

Hmm... We need to take out those air defences.

Airship HUNTER, Airship HUNTER, this is SKY SIX: Target enemy air defences and engage at high altidude with cluster bombs. Diamond Wing and allied forces will provide cover.

The cluster bombs would break apart before coming in range of ZSU may not destroy the ZSU, but it would damage radars and targeting devices. The Airships would have to climb high to avoid enemy fire, but it was possible. The HUNTER was armed with 100 such cluster bomb which meant thousands of small bombs would land on the Kraven formation.

Sky Six to Allied Command: Airship HUNTER is preparing a bombing run against Kraven ADA. Please escort HUNTER as she travels over enemy formation. Sky Six OUT

OOC: Damnit! I never got a chance to post in the other thread, as I was away all weekend. Hopefully I'll manage to sneak in here at some point.

Through out the Dominion, bombers began entering the air. From the north to the west to the south and to the east, the bombers flew into the air like massive birds of prey. These bombers were B-9 Vexore bombers, over 150 were in the sky heading towards the Middle East. The Count ordered to bring Hell to those Kraven freaks. Bring Hell to Earth. Make them paid for what the have done and will do. Make sure none of those freak survive to fight another day, burn them all. 70 MK79 1,000lb Napalm bombs were loaded into these bombers. But this was not the only thing the Dominion was sending.

200 F/A-117X NightHawks got to join in the fun. Each one had two BLU-109/B bombs in their bays. Those would be for those underground bunkers or buildings that those Kraven freaks like to build.

The guard the bombers, 300 F-33B Phoenix Interceptors would enter the air with four AIM-9X Sidewinder missiles each. Top Gun pilots; Colonel Fernando Garcia (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/Garcia.jpg), Colonel Ziggy Holley (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/Holley.jpg), Colonel Michael Lutomski (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/Lutomski.jpg), and Colonel Stephen McGowan (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/McGowan.jpg) are piloting and leading the Phoenixes.

The massive air fleet heads towards the south. The bomber’s targets are fuel-depots and other suppler buildings in the nation. Any ground army base will be targeted, too. Dominion satellites were search all over the Kraven slave state of Whyatica, looking for more targets.

OOC:OOC thread here: http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=476883

IC:
"Command, Coalition air powers greatly outnumber us and are bearing down on us fast. Orders?" a fighter pilot said, as he jinked and swerved in the air, evading a Velkyan missile gracefully.

"Fire all stand-off missiles at Coalition and return to refuel and rearm, we're too badly outnumbered. Has Neo-Kravenites formed their Air-Div yet?" the commander of the ten air wings replied.

"I believe so, they sent a transmission to the airfield a few minutes ago."

"Tell them to get in here, we seriously need the support."

"Aye."

The 140 "Axim" air superiority fighters fired all of their "Centurian" standoff missiles. Moving at Mach 6, these missiles would cover their maximum range quite quickly and destroy any hostile fighter they touched.

The Coalition anti-air response was quick and brutal, "Axim" and AWACS pilots attempted to evade the hundreds of enemy missiles flooding the air, but it was a futile battle. Dozens of fighters and AWACS fell from the sky, but other pilots evaded enemy munitions and fired their response, "Stalker" short-range missiles and still others fired "Ground Reaver" air-to-surface missiles at the entrenched Coalition forces on the ground.

The remaining "Axim" and AWACS pilots turned tail and fled, as a far larger air force prepared in allied airfields..

Whyatica
Such a large air signature as the Transylvanian air raid was easily detected by Whyatican satellite assets and ground-based anti-air. The response would shame them. Surface-to-Air missile batteries raised themself from the sands of Whyatica and began firing torments of missiles at the Transylvanian air forces as they advanced throughout Whyatica, and still many dozens of "Orc" Homeland Defense fighters were being mobilized throughout the nation to halt the Transylvanian raid.

The first point defense would come at an area 50km from the Whyatican border, where 75 Orc Homeland Defense fighters were mobilized and launched to meet a wing of the Transylvanian air force..

The "Orc" fighters fired their Centurian BVRAAMs at the Transylvanians, and began to cruise in for shorter-ranged dogfighting..

The Dominion Air Force command knew those Kraven freaks had secrets in the desert. So, the SAM sites hidden under the sand did not shock them. The Dominion had the same type of system on their side of the desert. Right as the missiles from the SAM sites started aiming and locking on to the big bombers, their counter measures were used as the missiles got close enough. F-33B Phoenix Interceptors shot into the sky, heading in the clouds. Followed by F/A-117X NightHawks and B-9 Vexore bombers, the B-9s started dropping their payload on the SAM sites.

About six of the SAM site’s missiles made it pass the counter measures, bring down ten of the B-9. The Kraven freaks fell into the trap that the Dominion Air Force set up. Their SAM sites were hidden until they saw the Dominion planes. 10,500,000 pounds of Napalm was dropped, the sand would become glass and metal would turn into liquid because of the heat. The remaining B-9s used the height they were at to head back to Dominion airspace.

The F/A-117Xs stay high in the air as half of Phoenixes shot back down to engage the Kraven fighters. Colonel Lutomski and Colonel McGowan leads these planes into battle. The pilots engage the plane’s counter measures; 30 RR-129A/AL Chaff Countermeasures and 30 MJU-51/B Advanced Infrared Flare. An enough to take out the enemy missiles. The enemy fighters were two to one. Not an even or fair fight but it would have to do. One AIM-9X Sidewinder missiles was fired from each of the 150 fighters.

In the Red Sea

“Sir, why are we not attacking the Whyatican yet?”

“We are waiting for our allies. Talk to the Psychotians again... tell me what they say.”

In the Mediterranean

“Commander, we have a problem.”

“Namely?”

“Sir, our sattelite network has spotted enemy advancing at us. Distance is so far approximately eight hundred kilometers, they are approacing from the Nile, it seems. They are using boats, Sir.”

“Boats? Are you sure, sailor?

“Here, Sir. Check out this sattelite image. Taken fifteen minutes ago.”

The captain paled. “It can't be. They can't really be expecting to harm us with such boats... unless... unless...”

There were really only two options, really. Either the Neo-Kravenites were sending in some really overskilled comandos, or... they had nukes aboard. The captain shuddered at that thought. He visualised a horde of hate-crazed Kravenites, approaching Allanean ships en masse, dying by the hundred, and the survivors still setting off their SADM's.... “We're fucked.”

“Excuse me, Sir?”

“We're fucked.”

“But, Sir...”

“Don't just stand there! Do something you bloody %%$$% $%%^ing %^%^!

Thirty minutes, aboard one of the George Washington supercarriers, there was shock, and tumult, and gnashing of teeth.

This is not a drill! I repeat, this is not a drill! Impending nuclear attack! Impending nuclear attack! Enemy carrying nuclear weapons within seven hundred kilometers!

John Q. Lendorf slid into his pilot's chair in seconds, as the ground crew carted in two steel objects, attaching them to his aircraft. The same went for his parner's – Linda Kournikova's – plane.

This is not a drill! Impending nu-

The engines on the F/A-18's howled menacingly, cutting off all discussion of the nuclear doom, and the two aircraft sped off the runway. “Hawk, this is Falcon, do you read me, over?”

Linda's aircraft leveled out next to John's, the engines flaring “Falcon, this is Hawk, read you loud and clear. We have 400 kilometers to target, over.”

“Very well. Airspeed 900 kay-pee-eitch, and dropping, arming weapon, over.” He pushed a red button noted ARM on his control pad, and broke the F/A-18 hard right. He knew that somewhere out there, Linda broke to the left.

Speaking of Linda, he heard her voice in his earphones. “Falcon, this is Hawk, 300 kilometers to target. I am approaching the tip of their formation. Right tip for them, on out left. Over.”

“Hawk, this is Falcon. All weapons armed, dropping speed, rising to drop altitude, over.”

A few more minutes had passed, with the Allanean aircraft rising higher and higher. Finally, somewhere, below, the Kravenite formation appeared.

“Hawk, this is falcon, I am over my tip of the formation. Ready to drop.... dropping.”

From the bearing pilon of his F/A-18, the slender, silvery shape of the B-61 Mod 10 (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/B61_nuclear_bomb) detached, and fell towards the left-most tip of the Kravenite boat formation – just as somewhere far away, Linda's bomb fell to their right-most position.

The high-powered explosions shook his aircaft, but it was too high to actually suffer from them. Still, being anywhere in the vicinity of a 10-kiloton explosion is not healthy even if the direct blast doesn't kill you, he mused. And he had one more to drop... This was as good a time as any to re-evaluate his positions on life's fundamentals

He was over the middle of the enemy formation now, seeing Linda's plane as it approached in his direction. “Linda, this is John. Over.”

“John? Why the fuck are you not using your callsign?! You'll get...”

“I need to tell you something, Linda.”

“What?!”

He pushed the drop button. So did she.

There was a bright light.

As the two aircraft tore out of the clouds of radioactive steam that rose in the location of the boat formation and flew towards the Allanean ships, John whispered into his mike.

“Will you marry me, Linda? Over.”

(OOC: Turns out the Conference has computer and net access... woot!)

The Various air attacks across the Kraven Advance was causing the ZSU's some problems, while the Whyatican and now Neo Kravenite forces were going to take some pressure off the Main force, the heat was still on...

While Velkyas missiles were downed quite effectively by the protective umbrella that the ZSU's had created, the other missiles and various ordinance launched managed to slip through the wall of bullets, the ZSU's were working over time, their barrels were becoming over heated and despite the water coolant and air cooling systems, the barrels of some began to warp out of shape, causing the bullets to shread inside the barrel and rendering them useless..

Four Hearts cluster bomb attack had taken out multiple ZSU's and occasional armour in the form of Hellhound flame tanks, their fuel exploding in a bright ball of flame, the Napalm attack by Transylvania was also successfull turning large areas of the Kraven assault into nothing more than glass and chared metal, but still, the Bigger tanks of Kraven, the Emperor's and Imperators pushed on, driving headlong towards the Allied lines...

Velkyas flanking attack would have been sucessfull if their numbers had been greater, but already the attack although swift and taking down numerous Leman Russ battle tanks, had failed to totaly take the Kraven Forces by surprise, and now various elements in the form of Emperor's and Leman Russ brought their extremely well sloped and heavily armoured fronts, their 110mm Smooth bore battle cannons of the Leman Russ and the Immense 185mm ETC EM Cannon of the Emperor launched volly after volly of accurate and devestating Anti tank shells, the Capitol Police crewmen of both classes using their optical sights to aim shells at the small gap between the turret and hull of the Velkyian armour....

Basilisks on the left flank, began to level their barrels and using the devestating fire power of a 210mm Earthshaker cannon to knock out Velkyian armour, little could survive an immense blast of a Basilisk HE shell...

The Main Push had met minimal resistance from the Allanea's positions, their 40mm grenades and missile launcher fire had done some damage against the lighter tanks, and occasional troop deployment, but in general the heavier armour and armoured troop transports had survived, the MRLS system had caused havoc and the few remaining and operational ZSU's struggled to cope and in doing so caused the MRLS to be more effective...

An Emperor Super Heavy tank took muliple missile blasts to the frontal armour, strong top armour that had the same strength as the frontbefore finally sucumbing to the barrage, its twisted and burning hulk lay in the burning sands, while the rest of the Kraven forces drove on....

The Imperators began to make their mark, sending twin 185mm ETC EM HE Rounds flying towards the lines of Allanea and Velkya, while their 210mm Mortars launched devestating HE Shells that would tear apart the trenches and defenses, Assault cannons opened fire, laying down a barrage of bullets, while the Emperors and Leman Russ's joined in, picking their targets and laying waste with an ungodly amount of fire power...

Hellhounds and Chimera Troop Transporters raced ahead, using their speed to close the ever closing gap between them and Allied forces...

Once in range, the Hellhounds would begin covering the trenches in napalm, while the Chimeras would deploy The Centurians, who would once the flames had died down, storm into the trenches and make short work of any defenders there...

Whyatican High Command
"General, Neo-Kravenite boat wave has just been attacked with nuclear weapons from an Allanean warplane. Orders?" a computer operator said.

"Their fleet is in the Red Sea and nobody informed me of this?" the general said, frustrated at his incompetent crew. The room remained silent as nobody wanted to be within his general vicinity.

"So? You morons let the Allaneans GET INTO THE RED SEA! Heads are going to roll unless they're dislodged and fast.." he said, making sure his gleaming officer's pistol was very visible.

Several computer operators that were in command of the static missile defenses of the Red Sea looked at each other, and each shared a simultaneous 'gulp' as they didn't want to be on the recieving end of the General's rage..

Around the entrance of the Red Sea near Suez, four dozen surface-to-surface missile batteries slowly rose from the never-ending dunes of Whyatica, shaking off small sand particles as it came up. They recieved targetting and telemetry from the Whyatican High Command, and aimed themselves in the general direction of the Allanean fleet. The batteries came alive as each shot four "Knight" class anti-ship missiles at the Allanean fleet, and as quickly as they rose, they buried themselves again underneath the dunes..

Transylvanian Air Incursion
Over ten million pounds of napalm flew across the desert sands, but with the various impurities in the desert sand, the melting point of Whyatican sand was higher than the average temperature of napalm, and the sands simply burned, with the SAM facilities remaining safe underneath.

A second station of SAM batteries rose from the sand, firing more waves at the fighters currently engaging the Homeland Defense fighter wings, and yet more at the bombers high in the sky. The HD fighter wings, not meant for air superiority, were getting hurt by the Transylvanian Phoenixes. Seventeen fighters had fallen already to blistering Transylvanian fire, but they gave some back in the form of "Stalker" short range AtA missiles. Now that they were in range, the 30mm Vulcan cannons came into use, as if a Whyatican pilot got behind a Transylvanian, there would be hell to pay.

Five more wings of "Orc" HD fighters showed up, seventy fighters in total, firing their standoff missiles and accelerating to join the fray..

Combained Naval Task Force "Ronin"...

"Admiral, the Allanean Navy is in the Red Sea and is contacting us. They want to know our status," said an officer bent over the com. station in the CIC below the bridge. Admiral Gene Starwin jumped down from his commander's chair and came over to the man's station. As he was going over the transcripts, heavy klaxon alarms began to rang, and the CIC was bathed in flashing red lights.

"What the fuck?" He said, taken by surprise. A man bent over the RT-Satellite Feed station yelled for him,

"SIR!! Allanea has used nuclear weapons to stave off a massive attack!" Starwin ran over to where the officer sat and poured over the readouts, horror developing in the bottom of his gut.

"Damn them. All right, elevate to Level One Battlestations and standby."

"Aye, sir." Louder this time, the klaxons went off again, and kept going. Meanwhile, a booming voice echoed through the ship, "All hands, General Quarters, all hands, General Quarters. This is not a drill, repeat, this is not a drill." Within moments, the bridge was filled to capacity with men manning various pices of electronics that had been vacant seconds before. The admiral climbed out of the CIC and up to the bridge where he retook his seat, slightly raised over everyone else. He picked up a microphone and began speaking.

"All ships of Task Force Ronin, this is Admiral Gene Starwin speaking. Three minutes ago, Psi-Pso satellite based instruments recorded the detonation of several nuclear weapons in the Mediterranean Sea. Current intelligence says that this was an allied attack carried out by Allanean forces. This attack has put their forces in the Red Sea in grave danger. That is why I am ordering the escilation to Level One Battlestations. All ships are to come to heading XXX degrees, flank speed. We shall make a drive straight for the Red Sea. At this time, be prepared to fend off a nuclear attack. All hands, stand by." Dropping the mike back to its holster in the seat, he looked up to his helmsmen who were watching him. "Well, you heard me. Heading XXX degrees, flank speed. Let's move it!"

The massive ship and her counter parts shuddered to life, leaning slightly as they turned aobut to the heading and began driving straight for the opening to the Red Sea.
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Honimishu Castle,
Pschycotic Pschycos...

Just as had happened on the ships, alarms blarred in the Castle and her halls descended into red lights. Bursting into the Shogun's office, four members of the White Guard, their uniforms now reflecting the red light, grabbed him and hurridly escorted him down beneath the castle and into her catacombs. After a short period, they reached the Strategic Command Room and entered. Moments later, heads of the military branches entered the room similarly. When they were all collected, the shogun had but one thing to say to them, "Gentlemen, we are under lockdown. Prepare to fire nuclear weapons."

“Fire, boys! Hold the line steady!” - screamed Grand Admiral Blake Cameron, slapping a Centurion soldier in the face with his Powerfist, blood splattering all over his muscular naked body. “Grenadiers, aim for their tracks! They're weakest there! Riflemen, headshots and thigh-shots! Remember, hit them in the thighs, you hit the femoral, they bleed to shit! Hit them in the head, you break necks!”

It is a generally known rule about armor – even if you can prevent the bullet from penetrating the armor on your head, the sheer kinetic impact would break your neck. It was that effect that Allaneans were now going for with the Centurions, hoping that these were not as stiff-necked as the legendary Jews of biblical tales.

Fire raged through the Allanean lines, and many died. From his stand on the dune, Cameron saw it. He saw the pain and the suffering as young Allanean soldiers rolled on the ground, their clothes and skin on fire. He saw the bravery and courage as young Flamebearer aimed his flamer downhill at some Centurions who were trying to run up into the emplacement, and encased their bodies in pure, burning promethium. He saw selflessness and sacrifice, as a young man wearing a large amoung of RGD-33's climbed atop an enemy tank, and then pulled the pin on one of the grenades. The ground shook at that tank broke apart as if smitten by lightning.

The Allaneans died by the dozens and hundreds, but they died as heroes. The order was given, and the combat drugs passed out. They did not feel pain now, and they did not feel fear even before. They took injuries that would kill a regular man with the sheer pain shock, and they fought on, maintained not just by the PCP or methamphetamine, but, much more importantly, by their loyalty to what Allanea was. Even as they were pushed back through the trenches – inch, another inch – they would become to the Kravenites what they had become to all of their other foes. A nightmare.

Admiral Cameron fought, too. Centuriion after Centurion fell to his powerfist, and he now seemed clothed – robed in a suit of glistening, fresh, Centurion blood. He laughed happily in battle, as he vanquished foe after foe, and his sailors took heart from it, and fought well.

But it was not enough. The battle could yet be lost, knew Cameron. Something more had to be done. They needed to hold on – at lest until the air-bridge from Allanea would arrive at the Kahanistanian airfields. Just a little bit more..

He screamed orders into a combat radio someone offered. From the Allanean carriers rose 500 F/A-18's, flying in to support the Allaneans. Each of those carried 5 AGM-154 JSOWs (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/JSOW). They launched those, from 20-kilometers behind the line, letting the 2,500 missiles wreak all the damage possible on the Kraven ZSU's and Leman Russ'.

But no matter how much damage they would do, Cameron knew, it would not be enough. The Kravenites must not only be vanquished in body, he thought. They must be vanquished in spirit. The men must see there is a limit to the Kraven power.

He looked at his hawk - Richard - for one last time. He bent over the bird. The hawk did not shy away, being accustomed to the admiral. Cameron kissed Richard on the head, and whispered. Fly away. Fly high, and live free.. He smiled at the hawk as it rose, circling high above the battlefield, higher then the suffering and killing, higher then the acrid smoke of the evil Kravenite war machines. Goodbye, Richard.

The blood-splattered man pointed his Powerfist towards the black horizon. He spoke to his sailors alone, leaning on the pole with the Allanean flag, the Stars and Stripes of Allanea waving proudly in the hot desert wind.

“Forward, brave sailors! Forward, my lads! Forward, for liberty, for property, for life itself! Let's kill the damn Kraven bastards till we run out of Kraven bastards,! Forward, boys! After me! For Allanea!” And he jumped off his dune, and rushed forward, carrying the flag.

The sailors followed him into the very midst of the Kraven lines as they would have followed their Admiral into the mouth of hell itself.

Allanean Red Sea Action Fleet

“Be ready to launch the missiles.”

“Aye, Sir.”

Aboard the different Allanean ships, powerful cruise missiles moved into their VLS tubes. The Allaneans were all set to launch another attack on the Kravenites. Soon, very soon, the creators of the Capitol Police would pay for their crimes...

“Incoming missiles! Incoming! Incoming!” The alert rang, and Allanean sailors ran to safer positions within their ships. For some, this would not help.

The USS Leo Bronstein was hit with two missiles. One of them cut into the wall of a VLS tube, triggering a hellish chain reaction. Thousands of cruise missiles went off like firecrackers, and the Torrent-class was no more – and neither were two ships that were next to it, simply swept off by the enormous blast wave and swallowed by the Red Sea.

The USS Sinatra was hit nine times, missiles punching through it's flight deck, and then it simply toppled, with holes punched in it's left side, helicopters tossed about on the flight decks like small toys as it finally sank.
In total, 15 Torrent-class Arsenal ships were sank, as well as three Ocean class helicopter carriers. Hundreds were dead, hundreds more cast adrift, holding to a variety of boats and safety vests, screaming for helps. Ten Arsenal ships were heavily damaged or had their rudders or engines disabled. But still, there was quite some firepower to unleash.
In the confusion, only 40 ships launched their weapons. 52,000 Maccabees made Sledgehammer II missiles, reprogrammed to hit ground-based targets – namely, the various oil-fields thrghout Whyatica – were fired off, repainting the sky in the bright red of thousands of launched missiles. One would hope that the main high-explosive charges, as well as the eight thermite submuniotns each missile carried as standard, would do best agaisnt the oilfields.

Adarion, Czardas [Temporary Capital during Reconstruction Era]

Kari Alhoun watches pensively the real-time reports from the massive weapons factories in southern Czardas, near Ardaja. With the postwar upsurge in unemployment, caused by the destruction of the industrial bases of Aurú and Czarna among other things, thousands have turned to the arms manufacturing industry, ensuring that such a war will never occur again. As Alhoun watches, yet another CZF-25 Dagger rolls off the production lines. Another combatant fighter in the massive Czardaian National Airforce. He toggles to another window, where Emperor and Scorpion II class tanks are being completed, then to another, detailing the construction undertaken upon the next spate of QAE Warspites at the largest shipyards in the nation.

As Alhoun stares at the flickering tactical displays thoughtfully, the door of the briefing room opens and the largest of the displays flicks off, replaced with a satellite-enhanced map of southern Czardas, Kahanistan, The Transylvania, and Whyatica.

Alhoun's brain takes in one thing at a time, dulled from night after sleepless night following the peace conference. First, the figure entering the door. After a moment Alhoun's brain registers a name, Henrik A. Ogden, an old friend. Then a rank, General. Then a title, Minister of Defense. Alhoun nods absently at the sandy-bearded man, his hair graying, and looks at the map. His vision adjusts swiftly, dots of red and blue appearing throughout the scene.

Behind Ogden the oldest and most experienced General, now Commander in Chief, Ezekiel Shaestri enters cautiously, standing in the shadows as Ogden sits down near Alhoun.

"What brings you here, Henrik?" Alhoun asks.

"Well, we thought you should see this display."

Alhoun looks at the massive map. "Explain, please."

Someone operating a slideshow zooms in upon the Red and Mediterranean Seas. "Over here are Allanean and Psychotian fleets, which we believe to be engaging either land or sea targets... that is unknown." Ogden indicates more blue areas, outside the green mass that is Czardas. "These are Fourheartsmen airship fleets and Transylvanian forces... but more important..." The slideshow switches to the Kahanistan-Transylvania-Whyatica border. "...Kraven forces, and those of their slave states, are attacking Kahanistan from both sides."

Alhoun draws in his breath sharply. "Again?"

"Yes, but this time without the Freeks. Nonetheless, Kahanistan is still reeling from a brace of devastating wars, although they are working on rebuilding their military. If Kraven succeeds in taking over, we're going to lose one of our staunch allies, not to mention a few million Czardaian refugees."

As Ogden speaks Alhoun is thinking. After a while he raises his head again, speaking slowly. "I don't see what they could want though.... Kahanistan is not particularly rich in natural resources. It is mainly desert, in fact. And while it does provide a strategic advantage—spanning the Suez Canal as it does—Kraven's never been particularly interested in that. It wants resources to continue its plans and that's it."

Ogden's face pales. "What are you implying?" he asked, although he well knows.

"It's obvious that they're after a bigger target. Another country they can strip-mine into desert, another populace to produce their freakish Capitol Police and Sardaukar. Now heading west or south they'll find little, and Whyatica's been mostly exhausted... leaving..." Alhoun continues pensively. "The Concordance has historically been rich in oil, coal, iron, natural gas, silicon, and dozens of other resources. The Imperial bombardment of Senazkerkia created a massive coal deposit just waiting to be mined, in fact. Yes, it's almost certain that seizing Kahanistan will leave the route open straight onto Czardas's front door."

Alhoun turns to Ogden now. "Can we spare any units in Kahanistan's defense?"

"Well, no," Ogden says, consulting his notes. "While our airforce is back to full strength and then some, with over three thousand new planes rolling off assembly lines since the end of the war, naval forces are virtually nonexistent. We have two major taskforces of 82 and 150 ships respectively, with the remainder of ships either undergoing repairs or construction, but neither is really seaworthy at this time. And don't even talk to me about ground troops."

"Damn." Alhoun sighs. "Well, what can we do then?"

Ogden checks his notes. "At last report we have 9.5% unemployment. The arms manufacturing jobs have helped some, down from 15% after the war, so that translates into about..." He does some mental math. "Seventy-eight million people, more or less, of which about six million reside in the extreme south. I'll get them to begin all-out work on constructing lines of fortification along the south, from the cliffs to the mountains, and more to hit the eastern borders with Transylvania in case they choose to invade from there as well."

"What about CAMERA?"

"We're repairing the installments at Tyriandor and Aurdania right now, in fact, but they won't be running at full power for a while now."

"Ok. Let's start out with that."

By the next morning, thousands are hitting the probable points for a Kraven landing and beginning to build massive earthen walls some 6m high, perforated with SAM and artillery batteries. The earth is an accumulation from a massive trench running the length of the wall, into which saltwater will be diverted, then filled to the brim with piranhas and electric eels among other pleasant animals. Beyond these fortifications, another trench will be built, this one to be filled with powerful alkalines strong enough to burn through the metal of a Sardaukar, and beyond those hundreds of defensive emplacements will be set up.

A brief transmission is sent to the Transylvanian and Kahanistani governments shortly thereafter, heavily encoded.

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You may have noticed our recent activity along the borders. We are simply taking precautions against Kraven here, as we fear that we will be the next target. While we have not the military or economic power to aid you, you have our support in this matter, and if we could help push back the Kraven menace once and for all we would.

~ Kari Alhoun
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Whyatica
The Allanean missile wave came fast across the Red Seas, and the static Antiballistic Missile defenses came online as soon as the launches were detected. Thousands of interceptors came shooting out of silos and batteries at the Allanean missile horde, decimating wave after wave, but there were far too many to stop effectively. 21,512 missiles made it past the first tier of defenders, and then the second tier of defense came active - Batteries of ZSUs and other 30mm CIWS systems locked onto the missiles and began to spray lead in their paths, along with scattered missile interceptor fire. This defense left solely 4,192 missiles, but most of those had reached their targets, and 9 minor oil fields in Whyatica were set ablaze.

The command was sent to finish off the Allanean fleet in the Red with missiles, for the Psychotic Psychoes fleet was bearing down on the Red Sea defenders. The buried Surface-to-Surface missile batteries pulled themselves out of the sand and unlocked themselves, sand falling off their frames. The unburied ones, already armed and ready, unloaded the first wave of "Knight" anti-ship missiles, as the formerly buried batteries armed and fired the second wave.

A little further inland, Whyatican 18" batteries, halfway buried in the sand for protection, began to fire dozens of rounds at the Allanean fleet, targetting in particular the dreaded arsenal ships.

Whyatican Airfields
"Our initial air forces have been routed, orders?"

"Launch as many Axims and Orcs as you humanly can, get them to the battlefield, the Coalition air force is our top priority!"

"Aye! We have 980 planes available, roughly 420 Axims and 560 Orcs. Launch them all?"

"No, leave enough for an effective PD of the airfield."

"Aye!"

672 fighters in total, or 48 wings, of fighters quickly launched off of their airfields, and rushed to the battlefields, stealth be damned. Using telemetry data from satellites and ground-based sources, the first wave of "Axim" air superiority fighters fired their standoff missiles at the oncoming Allanean bombers, and charged to defend their Kraven allies..

Mouth of the Red Sea, Whyatican Fleet
"Grand Admiral, the PP fleet is approaching us at flank speeds. We have reason to believe there are ten submergible dreadnaughts with their fleet, and as such the AWACS planes and ASW systems are at full capacity. What are your orders?"

Grand Admiral Ali-Khan Samoud thought for a moment, he had heard about Pschycotic Pschycos and he believed they had an admirable navy. Of course, the Whyaticans outnumbered the Psi-Pso fleet over two to one.

"Get all planes on patrols, if at all possible launch initial waves of anti-ship missiles and order submarines to create a picket line, stealth and dive. Send a communication to Yurka, ask for assistance, they have a submarine fleet nearby if I recall."

"Aye, Grand Admiral."

The fleet busied itself with the eventual arrival of the Pschycotic Pschycos fleet, the 120 submarines formed a loose circle around the outskirts of the fleet, creating essentially a defensive picket line, as soon as the Psi-Pso fleet came into range, they would pay for it in the form of heavy torpedos. Half of the fleet's warplanes, or 2,700 planes, were immediately launched and set about patrolling the airspace around the fleet. Pulsar class arsenal ships began launching tentative anti-shipping missiles, very few at a time, 4 or 5 each wave, to test out the PP fleet defenses. If at all successful, they would impact the escorts of the PP fleet..

The Whyatican Navy was prepared for yet another engagement with yet another enemy..

Ground Battle

"Move, move, mount up, mount up!"

A squad leader screamed out orders among his men, as a mortar shell landed precariously close to his CFV, the shockwave knocking several men down. Nearby, a Helix had been hit with a shell directly; smoke pouring from its hull, the bodies of the crew inside no doubt feeding the flames. The CFV still fired diligently, its 30mm cannon spewing hot lead death at the approaching Kraven light armor. Once his squad had been loaded up, the CFV launched its last two Javelin II anti-tank missiles before beginning to retreat backwards, keeping their front armor pointed towards the encroaching Kraven mass. All over the front, the two hundred twenty-six remaining Velkyan armored units began a fighting retreat from the battle zone, moving back to friendly territory. Hundreds more shells and missiles flayed from the lines, as the real knights of battle showed up.

As the infantry and light armor of the flanking attack returned to allied lines, Master Sgt. Aziz Milovich sat in the commander seat of his MBT-4A1. Running on minimal power, his tank, with all its advanced cooling systems and theatre camouflage, sat virtually invisible to the oncoming Kraven forces. His tank, along with that of his team of three other tanks, sat in a long, slightly curved line facing the Kraven mass approaching their position.

This would allow the gunners at the sides to get a decent shot at the more vulnerable side armor of the scumbags, therefore increasing the already potent killing power of their SB-MKEMG 120mm ETC-EMAS assisted main cannons. This voice of Corporal Richard Sanchez, his gunner, flowed through the radio system. "Target locked, Emperor Class, range XXXX." One of his screens showed an Emperor tank lit by IR, its imposing shape angled slightly to the left of his own vehicle as it raced to the lines. It had already entered his tank's range, and his crew was getting anxious.

"Permission to engage?" Aziz shook his head. "Negative, Sanchez, we wait for the order to fire. Begin download of target data from control." His gunner nodded and with a 'yes, sir', the real-time RADAR, IR and visual information from thousands of tanks, vehicles, aircraft, and infantry was instantly displayed on his command screens. Each enemy tank or vehicle was classified via its type, threat level, and range, among other things. Aziz picked ten targets as his personal firing range. "Sanchez, move to engage Emperor, hold fire.". He felt the turret move, locking into aiming position with the enemy armor bearing down upon him.

Come on, let's do this, what's keeping these fucks? He thought to himself, waiting for the order to open up on their adversaries. He was about to lean back when it came. "FORCE BLUE>>>FIRE AT WILL>>>LET LIBERTY SHINE HER LIGHT UPON YOU!" This message was not only relayed to Velkyan tank forces on the border, but to all Allied armored units. "Sanchez, load SABOT!" The autoloader slammed the SABOT round into the breech, and Sanchez checked the firing solution. "Fire!" Sanchez pulled the trigger, sending the plasma-fired round screeching out of the magnetized barrel with a deafening roar, the SABOT round breaking apart, sending it's deadly depleted uranium missile hurling dead towards the enemy tank at insane speeds, straight behind a burst of 20mm cannon fire which would detonate any reactive armor on the enemy tank.

All over the border, the one hundred tanks of the 2nd Infantry Division opened fire, their rounds screaming towards the enemy tank's side armor as a second salvo followed almost three seconds later, feed by the advanced auto-loaders in the gun compartments, created a near constant barrage of defensive fire from nearly invisible tanks. Behind these battle kings, Ballista anti-tank missiles launched en masse from Scorpion helicopters lurking silently, close to the cold desert floor, as their 32mm chain guns rattled away at enemy infantry concentrations, shell casings raining down on the sand.

Scorpion Attack Helo (http://screenshots.filesnetwork.com/27/others/comanche.jpg)

Self propelled artillery batteries continued to hit rear positions, aiming mostly for artillery craft and ammunition carriers, as their towed brethren were taken out of battle. The batteries now began to move and fire, decreasing chance of counter fire greatly. Infantry arrived via APC, while MGS units engaged enemy APCs and Hellhounds with 105mm smoothbore cannons. The elite Velkyan infantry, donned in Kriegzimmer Sampson battle suits, begin targeting enemy Centurions at long range with their AR-4 rifles, and man-portable anti-tank launchers continued their top-profile attack on the Kraven tanks and personnel carriers.

Air Battle

Again, the enemy underestimated the potential of the AUADF's equipment and pilots. The enemy hypersonic missiles, traveling too fast to accurately intercept a nimble and stealthy fighter like the Sturmfalke, made almost no impression against the fighter squadrons, which lost only two aircraft to the large barrage. More and more fighters began to arrive, and soon ten air superiority squadrons and two hypersonic interceptor squadrons patrolled the airspace around the border, in pretty much complete air superiority.

Even worse for the Whyatican and Kraven forces was the fact that Kraven's wall of lead was whittling down, and now, AF-17BIII fighters made dives on enemy tanks and infantry, their twin 27mm screaming as they sprayed their armor-piercing shells in short, powerful volleys at the enemy. BT-102 Flare tactical bombers also began to make hypersonic runs over the Kraven lines, dropping vast quantities of bomblets and cluster munitions to destroy light vehicles such as ammunition and fuel carriers.

Task Force Ronin,
Flagship ICS Honor...

"Admiral Starwin! Enemy fire! Enemy fire! We've got multiple AS missiles coming ni from the land. Enemy Whyatican fleet is responding, planes launching....confirmed. Incoming missiles," yelled a RT-satellite feed officer. The admiral acted swiftly, taking charge of fleet controls straight from his chair. He had a communication headset on, channel set for general fleet broadcast.

"Aegis Shield Cruisers, move to forward and starboard positions on the fleet heading." Swiftly, the Aegis CIWS/Shield Cruisers moved to defend the fleet, setting up a wall against the incoming missiles. These cruisers had a sole 8 inch cannon, and a full dozen 75mm CIWS cannons on EACH side. As they reached their defensive positions, they began firing their batteries, putting up a wall of lead. "Valor Battlecruisers, take up positions behind them." Quickly, a second wall of ships took up spots behind the Aegis cruisers. Their batteries of 75mm, mounted higher than the Aegis cruisers were tall, fired off over them. Suddenly, a wall of explosions lit up the horizon beyond the fleet boundaries as the missiles met the CIWS wall. A larger explosion rocked the bridge slightly as an Aegis cruiser bit the dust. A larger one shook them as the Valor Class behind it took a missile too. The hit Valor stayed with the fleet, but the burning Aegis trailed off, out of the fleet.

"All right, counter attack," the admiral said. Thus far, the tactic of treating the fleet as one evolving organism was paying off. On the dreadnaughts of the fleet, batteries of missile launchers swivled toward the Whyatican fleet and fired HARPOON Anti-shipping missiles at them. The sky turned cloudy as the 10,000 missiles took off.

"All carriers, launch air wings. I want 300 to press those shore batteries, and the rest to maintain patrols over the fleet. Arm Exocet AS missiles and Phoenix ATA missiles on patrol craft, Katana ATS missiles with high explosive warheads on the strike craft," was the next order. The fleet contained 30 dual-deck carriers and 3 triple-deck carriers. Each dual deck had 200 fighters on her, and each thriple deck had 300. Soon, the windscreen on the Honor was rumbling and rattling as squadron after squadron roared past at low altitude. Soon, a mass of black dots was heading of toward the distant land, barely visible. Quickly, they were nearly impossible to see, flying a such low altitude. This left 6600 planes above the fleet for defense. These planes were of the special F-14Z model, much like the succesful F-14, but adapted and improved upon, boasting vastly superior speed and maneuverability due to their angled wing design. Admiral Starwin's train of thought was derailed as 10 more explosions ripped through the fleet. 10 more Aegis ships had been hit. 6 had sunk, but four were holding on and still floating. Using heavy cables, these ships were strung in their defensive positions, assisted by other cruisers still under full power.

Before all was said and done, the admiral had another set of orders to issue. His fleet had been bolstered with 60 Lionfish Nuclear Fast-Attack Submarines, and to these he issued the next orders. "All Lionfish, form defensive picket on the fleet's forward heading. Prepare to engage enemy submerged forces. Utilize passive sonar until you hear theirs." This order was carried out as fast as the previous ones. Soon, the 60 subs had formed a wall at the forward position, spanning three depth levels, 20 subs occupying each in a staggered formation to prevent gaps. Each of their 8 forward tubes were loaded with a SWORDFISH Submarine Missile, a hypercavitation torpedo, capable of attaining unparalleled speeds underwater.
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The last portion of the fleet had to carry out their operations independently. As the crew learned of their home-fleet's plight above the water, the ten PICES battlesubs descended further and further. Finally, they hit the thermocline. The thermocline is a sharp boundary between warm surface, and cold submerged water. Due to the extreme differences in temperature, soundwaves could not penetrate either side of the termocline. Once below, the squadron was as good as gone to anyone above it. For extra measure, they activated the CAT systems onboard. This was a form of propulsion that produced almost zero noise, while still allowing them to maintain a healthy cruising speed. Their strategy was to sneak in underneath the Whyaticans. Once there, they would fire their verticle torpedo tubes at the undersides of the ships. To do this, they would have to come above the thermocline, however, they would disappear back below it before anyone could detect them. In the event that they were detected, they had their own forward and aft torpedo tubes for defense. For now, it was just a matter of time.
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Kraven Assault...

The massive drive at the Kraven flank had initially been succesful. However, they were now being driven back. Admitting that the Kraven forces held the upper hand again, the M1A3 tanks retreated back to allied armor lines.

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OOC: This is a bit advance, but I won't be around on Wednesday, April 12th. Can I request that we take a break that day, as I don't want to miss anything? If we could, that would be greatly appreciated.

(OOC: Sounds good to me.)

OOC: Well there's one okay, thanks for understanding.

All Quiet on the Western Front...

The advancing army of Neo Kraven had recently crossed the Suez and still there was no sign of opposition in sight. "What is our status?" Reich Oberst Azkan X asked of a Reichfeldwebel (staff sergeant). This new front had been going better than anyone could have expected.

"Sir, we are roughly one hundred and seventy-five [175] kilometers away from out destination - the city of At Tahrir - and we are advancing at a steady rate without opposition. ETA should this pace continue without interruptions is... two hundred and fifteen [215] standard minutes. Sir!" repotted the Reichfeldwebel as he saluted smartly to his revered Leader.

"Excellent..." he said, quite happy with their actions so far. "And what of our little incursion against the pathetic excuse for a fleet?"

The soldier didn't know how to report it, so he fumbeled around with his words for a moment. "Uh, sir..."

...

Mediterannean

The nuclear weapons dropped from the Allanean aircraft and fell towards Earth. None of the potential suicide martyrs had a chance to survive the onslaught of a nuclear blast, despite their attempts to get away.

When the smoke cleared, all five thousand of the boats had been destroyed along with their 'care packages.'

...

"They were all destroyed..." he reported.

"Not one succeeded," Azkan replied, with a tone and calm appearance that the soldier had not expected.

"No, sir. The enemy detonated nuclear weapons, wiping them all out. However, the fleet was soon after engaged and is suffering heavy losses..."

"Very well. Their purpose has been fulfilled... even if they did not succeed in their mission. Now the onus will be on the foolish Allaneans if this war gets hot... really hot." He looked down at the sand that was passing rapidly underneath his personal vehicle before dictating his orders. "Inform the high command of our position. Continue our push. And send the fighters ahead..."

"Yes, sir!"

Within minutes the five thousand [5000] F-19 Knights, purchased recently from DMI, soared overhead across the desert on an eastward path to the frontlines of the raging battle. Traveling at speeds over mach two, the next generation stealth fighters/bombers would be reaching the enemy emplacements in a matter of minutes... "Leader in charge of Kraven assault. This is Black Eagle Commander of the 1st Kraven Fighter Division. We thought you might need some help. Over."

Transylvanian Air Raid

The F/A-117Xs began dropping their BLU-109/B bombs as the other half of Phoenixes shot down to attack the Kraven fighters. The SAM batteries were underground, so those bomb would do some damage. Well, a lot of damage with a total of 400 BLU-109/B bombs falling from the sky. Not going to be a good thing to watch.

The Phoenixes were taking losses, fifteen were took out of the sky before they use counter measures on the SAM missiles and enemy fighters. Sidewinders fired at the enemy fighters before turning running back towards Dominion air space. A game of cat and mouse was going to be played. Maybe the Kraven fighters would fall into their trap again.

Transylvanian Air Raid

The F/A-117Xs began dropping their BLU-109/B bombs as the other half of Phoenixes shot down to attack the Kraven fighters. The SAM batteries were underground, so those bomb would do some damage. Well, a lot of damage with a total of 400 BLU-109/B bombs falling from the sky. Not going to be a good thing to watch.

The Phoenixes were taking losses, fifteen were took out of the sky before they use counter measures on the SAM missiles and enemy fighters. Sidewinders fired at the enemy fighters before turning running back towards Dominion air space. A game of cat and mouse was going to be played. Maybe the Kraven fighters would fall into their trap again.

Kahanistanian Shores

Allanean nuclear weapons had saved Kahanistan once, but the Navy was not going to be caught off guard like that again. They were moved to DEFCON-RED and the whole home fleet, about 800 warships, mainly Saar-5 missile boats and La Fayette-class frigates, but many destroyers and cruisers were present too.

The Kahanistanian nuclear systems were already on alert, if the Neo Kravenites showed up again, it would be Kahanistan which would launch nuclear retaliation, against the entire fleet. They had had experience with suicide bombers before, but they had historically not nuked them. This was going to change fairly soon.

Eastern Front

The Kahanistanian JSF's began to perform SEAD duty on the Kraven and Whyatican troops, shooting AGM-84 HARM's and ALARM's at the ZSU's to allow the stealthy F-22's, B-2's, and less stealthy MiG-35's to move on Whyatican territory. As soon as a ZSU fired, a JSF would immediately launch two ARM's to strike the ZSU.

Over Dominion airspace, they could fly relatively unopposed on their way to strike Whyatican military bases. Ones close to cities were off-limits, as civilian deaths and injuries would hurt Kahanistan's reputation in the international community, and alienate Whyatican "thought criminals" who might otherwise defect.

Air Commander Maverick was pleased with the clusterbomb attack, but now he was sensing the Allanean forces were in trouble from the Kraven fire attack. It was time to do something about that.

FIRESHIPS KNIGHT, RAMPAGE, and VINDICATOR: This is SKY SIX. Target Kraven Mech forces at coordinates XXX.XX.XXX. Be aware of proximity of freindly forces. TRANSPORT ARROWHEAD: Prepare evac of Allanean wounded.

In the skies above the Allanean/Kraven line, three skyblue airships opened thier bombbay doors. Racks of anti-armor missiles lowered into the sky and fired.

With many of the ZSUs down, the missiles would not be intercepted as easily. The gunners were well trained and concentrated thier fire at the very front of the enemy formation as to give the Allanean some immediate refief.

The Captain of the Knight noticed the large amount of dismounted infantry directly behind the armoured formation. He ordered a concentrated cluster bomb stike. Hopefully the Allanean's wouldn't be too close.

Maverick was also hearing reports that the Western Front was losing ground quickly.

THIRD FLEET! This is SKY SIX! Redirect forces and proceed to sector XXX.XX.XXX and engage enemy forces!

Third Fleet began moving towards the Western Side and began to for prepare a mix of anti-air, anti-ground, and cluster bomb attacks.

OOC: Waiting for Kraven's post before I comment on the main front.

IC:
Red Sea

The Whyatican “Knight” missiles were shredded by CIWS, destroyed by EMP countermeasures, and cut down by ground-to-air missiles. Still, many remained. Of the previously injured ships, unable to defend themselves, 9 sank altogether now. Among the still-fresh craft, eight more were destroyed. And the Allaneans were going for another launch – with 52,000 more misiles now concentrating at the Whyatican air defense position themselves.

But the Allaneans were now in a bind. They knew they were running low on ammunittion – and that they'd have to be replaced, soon, by other ships and other crews. For this purpose, from Allanea, 50 Demon-class arsenal ships, 10 Ocean-class helicarriers,, and 50 Ardent class escort frigates were sent – not that they'd arrive on time.

Kahanistan

The first aircraft of the long Allanean Air Bridge began to hit the airfields in Kahanistan. They carried a variety of heavier equipment, which Allaneans previously lacked – main battle tanks, heavy tanks, howitzers and self-propelled cannon, as well as Mechanized Infantry troops and IFVs'. They rushed off their planes, and then the planes refueled and rose, flying back for another load. It seemed like it would never end – an immense 1,200 aircraft were involved in the operation, not counting escorting pilots.

Aboard the Allanean arsenal ships in the Mediterranean

“Ladies and gentlemen, the tip of Allanean air bridge has arrived in Kahanistan. We need to create an attack on the Neo-Kravenite forces to distract them from attacking it. “

“Yes, Sir!”

“Well, go for it.”

There were 25 Arsenal ships. Each possessed 1,200 VLS tubes. Together, they could launch a salvo of 30,000 missiles. Of those, 5,000 were decoys, designed to emit a variety of electronic countermeasures to confuse the Neo-Kravenite aim, while the others were Sledgehammer II missiles, modified for inertial and self-reference guiding, and thus needing (nor equipped with) no sensors. Again, one hoped the main explosive charge and the thermite submunitions would et the job done... if it didn't, it didn't matter much, either.

Aboard the Allanean supercarirer Aristogeiton

The two aircraft sped down the runways, slowing down to a halt. The canopy of one of them opened, then another, and both John and Linda stumbled out of the aircraft. Immediately, they were approached by medics who led them into the holds below. As the aircraft elevator moved the two F/A-18'th slowly below-decks, the Allanean captain who ordered the assault smiled to himself.

Through the sky, some strange object fell, bouncing repeately off the deck. He blinked at first – only to recognise it to have been the skull of a Capitol Policeman, fried by the nuclear blasts, with bits of it's armor .

He smiled as he bent over with his cigarette, lighting it from the smoking skull.

The Kahanistanian Navy prepared to aid their Allanean allies. They saw on their satellites that the Allanean Navy was in a bind, and being much closer to the Red Sea than Allanea, they deployed thirty Arleigh Burke-class destroyers, ten Ticonderoga-class cruisers, ten AOE-6 supply vessels, and two Nimitz-class carriers, one with fifty MiG-35's and thirty F-35 JSF's, the other with ten E-3 Sentries, twenty F-22 Raptors, thirty A-400M transports, and twenty MiG-35's.

Under the seas, fifty Dolphin-class attack submarines and ten Ohio-class ballistic missile submarines deployed in advance of the surface fleet. The ballistic missile submarines were loaded half with nuclear missiles and half with EMP missiles.

The fleet would arrive in the Red Sea within a day, crushing all opposition in its path.

OOC: Well, I'll be off for the rest of tonight and tomorrow. If you guys do stop fighting, thank you very much for the understanding. This is just too fun to miss any.

OOC: Allanea, I will assume you launched those missiles at me even if you didn't specifically say so. If I assume wrong, tell me and I will edit it.

IC:

"Incoming!" yelled a kriegsmarine who was operating the mobile radar. "I count thousands of missiles heading our way. Take evasive action!" he screamed.

The columns of tanks, kriegsmarines, and Capitol police immediately spread out; increasing the area of their ranks by a vast amount. They also increased their speed as they sped across the desert to their goal. The ZSUs began heating up and as the first missile was seen coming down on them, a torrent of fire was opened up, shredding the first few missiles to bits. The ZSUs were unworn, fully stocked on ammunition, and in plentiful amount, but even they could not stop all of the missiles.

As the missiles that got through the screen of flak exploded, hundreds if not thousands of Capitol Police and Kriegsmarines lay dead as well as a few vehicles that hadn't managed to get away. As the Neo Kravenite army marched forward, they left a scene of dead and disembodied soldiers in their wake. But this wouldn't stop them... they continued their unopposed march towards At Tahrir.

They were now only one hundred and forty kilometers away from the city's heart - less from the suburbs, and even less from the beginning of Kahanistan's territory. "Pick up the pace! Double time!" Reich Oberst Azkan X ordered to his men. They increased their pace a considerable amount and would soon be upon the enemy's civilian population. ETA (to City's heart): 146 minutes.


OOC: Notice: If the Neo Kravenite army is not engaged, they will march right into Kahanistan and start slaughtering everyone.

OCC: Neo, Third Fleet is currently engaging your advancing army. They are firing mostly anti-ground missiles at your formations. In the next post I will airdrop ground forces.

OCC: Neo, Third Fleet is currently engaging your advancing army. They are firing mostly anti-ground missiles at your formations. In the next post I will airdrop ground forces.

OOC: Alright. I didn't respond for three reasons: 1) I didn't really notice it :p 2) Allanea's missiles would reach me first, before your airfleet (I believe); 3) You didn't actually engage them, but rather said you were preparing to engage them.

OOC: How many ground forces can you airdrop!?! Certainly not an armies worth? (There are 20 million soldiers and numerous armored vehicles moving in that direction)

Skies over Al Tahrir

"Get your asses moving', go go go!"

They piled out of the Carry-All medium transport helicopters, their MWV bumping against the cold Kahanistani street as it rolled out of the helicopter's belly and drove off. All over the western half of the city of Al Tahrir, thousands of air-mobile troops of the 2nd Infantry Division began to arrive, some by helicopter and some by boat. Around 3,000 infantry, 200 armored vehicles and plenty more trucks and jeeps scurried through the streets, evacuating civilians and commandeering houses and such. Kill zones, minefields, machinegun nests, and sniping positions were set up in the many tall buildings so characteristic of Kahanistani cities. Of course, it may not even been needed at all, as twenty BS-24 Liberator IIs, escorted by a squadron of ISF-2X Super Valkyrie interceptors. All these aircraft flew at an impressive altitude of over 110,000 feet, far above the operational ceiling of any fighter that the enemy had in their disposal.

The Liberator IIs each held twenty-five HDB-2 earthquake bombs, a clone of the United States' T-12 Earthquake bomb with a RAM/Carbon Fiber Reinforced Plastic skin (to negate the bomb's RADAR signature) and far more potent explosive force, almost twice as much as the original bomb, as well as the large, thick (and very resilient) penetrator cap designed to bury the bomb far enough to cause an miniature seismic event (the penetrator cap of the HDB-2 extends a quarter of the way up the bomb’s body). In addition to these more obvious improvements, the bomb was now able to be guided via an internal map of the battlefield, which was 98% compatible with a normal GPS-powered map, which allowed the weapon to be centered on an aim point with astounding accuracy. Then, it happened. The bomb bays opened, pouring five-hundred of these monsters down on the approaching enemy forces, carpeting the Neo-Kraven soldiers in millions of pounds of high explosives in a semi-aimed fashion. The Liberators, now sufficiently lightened, turned around, heading back at low=supersonic speeds to friendly airspace to rearm and refuel, as a second bomber group, this one armed with anti-tank munitions, headed up to the battle zone.

Meanwhile, the allied defenders of Al Tahrir watched the results of the bomb strikes from their new homes.

Transport Houston
Fourhearts Third Fleet

The Airships transporting troops were big and loud. The Fleet contained 12 Transport Troops ships, each carring a battalion of light infantry and several guntrucks.

ALLRIGHT BOYS LISTEN UP! WHILE THE REST OF THE COALITION PLAYS FOOTISE WITH THE KRAVEN GIRLS, WE GET TO SMASH THE HELL OUT OF THE NEO KRAVENITES ALL BY OURSELVES!

THIS IS NOT GONNA BE A CAKEWALK PEOPLE! THE ONLY THING INBETWEEN THE CITY'S HEART AND UTTER DESTRUCTION IS US! LOCK AND LOAD PEOPLE! WE DROP IN 2 MIKES!

The Fleet was ahead of the transports beginning it's bombing run over the enemy formation dropping several hundred cluster bombs on the enemy formation. The Transports lowered their altidude and began dropping forces.

The doors opened and the guntrucks began rolling off the airship. As they sped ahead they laid down cover fire as the dismounted infantry began running off the ship.

The Transport also dropped several artillary peices which would soon begin to shell the Neo Kraven Forces.

@Fourhearts: How many soldiers would 12 Batallions be in your system? (6000?)

1 Batt = 3 Company
1 Company = 100 Men

12 Batt = 36 Companies

Total Airdropped Force = 3600 Men, 36 Gun Trucks, 12 Howitzers

1 Batt = 3 Company
1 Company = 100 Men

12 Batt = 36 Companies

Total Airdropped Force = 3600 Men, 36 Gun Trucks, 12 Howitzers

OOC: Understood.

(Prepare to be overun :P )

IC:

Western Advance

"Have the fighters engage the bombers and transports... take them DOWN!" ordered Reich Oberst Azkan X in a raising tone of command.

His orders were quickly transmitted to the twenty-five high flying F-19s that they had kept to guard their advance. In a moment's notice they were streaking across the sky on an intercept course with the incoming Fourthearts bombers and transports.

"I have a sight..."

"Red toned..."

"Fire at will!"

The fighters launched their missiles before attempting to fly away and leave the skies clear for the ZSUs to let loose their storm of bullets upon the incoming aircraft. Soon the barrels were spinning, attempting to take down the enemy's aircraft before they got to close.

But it was inevitable that some would get through and drop their payload. And drop their payload they dead. The bombs fell with a deadly sound, impacting on the Capitol Police and Kriegsmarines below.

When the dust had settled, thousands of soldiers lay dead in pools of blood, some missing arms and legs while others had too little left to identify them as people. But still the Neo Kravenites persisted.

"Enemy spotted. Dropping their forces to intercept us..."

"How many?" Reich Oberst Azkan X asked as the Neo Kraven military machine slowed slightly and prepared for their first firefight of the war.

"To few..."

The Guntrucks, now loaded with soldiers, raced into the outskirts of the city and prepared fortifications. The SuperTransports had dropped them fairly close so it wasn't long before the troops were settled in. Snipers were taking up positions and the artillary was being set up.

In the skies, Fireship Firewater had spotted the enemy aircraft on radar and proceeded to launch a salvo of air-to-air missiles. Meanwhile, the Fleet was preparing to make another bombing run.

In the Skies

As the salvo of air-to-air missiles came streaking at the F-19s, they hit their thrusters and pulled up into the sky.

"Begin evasive action."

"Launching countermeasures..."

The aircraft sped away from their targets as they attempted to dodge, outmaneuver, and outsmart the missiles that were dogging them. The F-19s performed beautifully, but not even they could survive every missile. Four of the aircraft were downed, with two of the pilots surviving, and another aircraft would be unable to continue its flight for long without minor repairs so it sped across the desert to an airbase.

Across the Sinai

They were almost upon the outskirts of the city and even sooner they would be within firing range.

"Tanks, artillery, and missile soldiers, target the buildings... CPs prepare for a first wave of assault. Form ranks!" Reich Oberst Azkan X ordered.

The first wave of Capitol Police moved into position where they could effectively launch an assault when they neared the city. Beyond them stood the less armored Kriegsmarines before the pattern began repeating.

"Level the city!" he groweled.

RE: more man than machine and so indescribebly evil, that when his time was due, Neither hell or heaven would take him.... and so He Lived...:

Sounds so...Darth Vadarish...maybe even Xanato-ish.



You read too much.

RE: more man than machine and so indescribebly evil, that when his time was due, Neither hell or heaven would take him.... and so He Lived...:

Sounds so...Darth Vadarish...maybe even Xanato-ish.



You read too much.

OOC: Darth Vader is my hero, so naturally I would want to develop a character similar to him without the Forceness

OOC: Before I post (And I've got one written up, finally :)), is this MT, AMT, or PMT?

OOC: Ditto

OOC: Before I post (And I've got one written up, finally :)), is this MT, AMT, or PMT?

OOC: The OOC thread is here: http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=476883&page=4

As for your question (I am not quite sure what you mean by AMT), but it is anywhere in the range of MT-PMT. Kraven's military technology is around 2051, but the rest of his culture's tech is around MT.

Across the Sinai

They were almost upon the outskirts of the city and even sooner they would be within firing range.

"Tanks, artillery, and missile soldiers, target the buildings... CPs prepare for a first wave of assault. Form ranks!" Reich Oberst Azkan X ordered.

The first wave of Capitol Police moved into position where they could effectively launch an assault when they neared the city. Beyond them stood the less armored Kriegsmarines before the pattern began repeating.

"Level the city!" he groweled.

The Third Fleets Fireships opened up once again with another salvo of cluster bombs targeted at the first wave of Capitol Police. The wide dispersement would wreck havoc on their formation.

Meanwhile, Fireships HAMMER and LONGBOW where firing anti-tank missiles at enemy tanks and artillary.

Snipers were locking and loading and soon Fourhearts Indirect Fire assests would begin firing.

OOC: The OOC thread is here: http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=476883&page=4

As for your question (I am not quite sure what you mean by AMT), but it is anywhere in the range of MT-PMT. Kraven's military technology is around 2051, but the rest of his culture's tech is around MT.

OOC: Oh, sorry about that.

AMT is what I call "Advanced Modern Tech." It's what I call the big grey arey between MT and PMT.

And strange to see you around here, Zep.

Swiftly, silently, and at 45,000 feet, the five EB-52 bombers began moving toward the Kraven forces that were engaged at the Whyatica border. As they began flying over, they prepared to drop their cargo. "Ichairo," the pilot of the lead bomber said, addressing his OSO. "Go ahead and drop when when ready."
"Roger," the man addressed as Ichiaro said. "Doors coming open. We have a signiture. Stand by." As he spoke, grinding gears could be heard, following by an immense rushing sound as the bomb bay doors opened, admitting the wind into the bomber's hold. "Dropping, in ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one....Bomb One away." A loud *chunck* issued fromt he hold, followed by a building whine that faded away below them. The bomber jumped up in altitude a little. "Bomb Two, away." Another loud *Chunck* was heard, followed by a whine that faded off below them. Staring out the windscreen toward the left side, they could see the second and third bomber drop their cargo too. Out to the right, a fourth and fifth did so as well.

Ten T-12 bombs, tipped with a high explosive warhead and coated with an anti-radar paint fell throught he atmosphere, building speed as they dropped on top of the middle section of the main Kraven assault.

Al-Tahrir, Kahanistan

In the city of 275 million, huge towers holding 100,000 to 300,000 citizens each rose upwards of 150 floors, in short, it was a typical major Kahanistanian city, deep inland and therefore rarely affected by the worst of the war.

This changed several days ago, when the air-raid alarms sounded for the first time, and millions retreated into the deep siege shelters underneath the city, constructed after the Freekish war and during the Pwnage terror campaign. Other civilians and police herded the citizens who wished to flee onto buses, trains, and planes bound for safer areas, and yet more walked the streets with M-4 carbines and AK-101's.

Few remained indoors, those who did were merely burying their heads in the sand. A block of C-12 would not necessarily be enough to tear down one of the imposing, sturdily constructed towers built after the previous wars. However, concentrated artillery fire, tactical nuclear devices, or a few thermobaric JDAM's might have a better chance. Holing up in a building to fight only worked if the enemy cared about destroying civilian infrastructure, nearly the only kind that existed in urban warfare.

Instead of taking the high ground, the Kahanistanian soldiers hid behind buildings, cars, trees, and barricades, ready to open up on the Capitol Police with sniper fire, mortars, and RPG / anti-materiel fire on the thick armor of the Centurions.

Knowing their armor was roughly equal to the Leman Russes, inferior to Emperors, and like insects to Imperators, the armored units positioned tank battalions of Merkava IV MBT's four to six deep along major highways, blocking the roads. Kahanistanian infantry behind the armor were armed with anti-materiel guns to be used againstthe Kraven infantry and PG-7V1 RPG's for the treads of the Leman Russes that were in the area. The MBT's' machine guns also fired on the enemy infantry and any VTOL's they spotted, and the armored commanders had learned to target the fire of multiple 120mm cannons onto a single Emperor, one Emperor might take three to six hits from the Merkava IV's at once.

AH-64 Apache gunships roamed over the city, machine-gunning anything that looked like Kraven infantry and going loaded with Hellfire missiles. They were going to make Kraven pay for every inch of ground.

It didn't take the Fourhearts Ground Forces long to run into native Kahanistani forces. 1st Lt. Evan Vor was walking over to the first 'official' looking soldier he saw.

"Hi, I'm 1LT Vor. We've got about 3600 men reinforcing the city along with the 3rd Fleet in the skies above us. We've got a couple of arty assets here, but it's mostly airpower. We're on freq XXX.XX.XXXX if you need close air support. I belive they're making a bombing run on some CP right now.

The Third Fleets Fireships opened up once again with another salvo of cluster bombs targeted at the first wave of Capitol Police. The wide dispersement would wreck havoc on their formation.

Meanwhile, Fireships HAMMER and LONGBOW where firing anti-tank missiles at enemy tanks and artillary.

Snipers were locking and loading and soon Fourhearts Indirect Fire assests would begin firing.

"How far out are the fighters," Oberst Reich Azkan X asked of the soldier next to him.

"Sir, the F-19s are one hundred and twenty kilometers out - to the east."

"ETA?"

"Roughly three minutes..."

"Recall the fighters," Azkan ordered as the soldier saluted smartly and sent the transmission.


Another devastating salvo of cluster bombs dropped on the advancing Neo Kraven forces. A few thousand soldiers were left dead or injured on the battlefield when the bombs had finished wreaking their havoc. At the same time the tanks were being targeted - many disabled and some destroyed.


After making an about face, the 5000x F-19s calculated a course that would take them into the thick of the battle. They streaked across the sky and soon were above the Neo Kraven land forces that were being bombarded.

"Sir, the fighters have arrived," a soldier reported.

"Set a priority list. First, the airships overhead. Second, any and all incoming aircraft. Third, the closest enemy forces. Fourth, close-air support."

"Sir, yes sir."

The fighters began engaging the airships that were menacingly dropping their payload over the Neo Kraven forces. Air-to-Air missiles were fired by the hundred as the aircraft found their targets.

Air Commander Maverick gazed at his command screen as the sirens blared. An elisted man made the comment, "I think we pissed them off Sir"

Maverick nodded, "Damn straight we did. Fire countermeasuers and raise altidude. Those right in their path should prepare to abandon ship. Inform High Command of our situation. Have every availble fighter in the air right away. Order all Fireships to launch anti-fighter missiles.

{occ: Posting damage next post}

"This is Recon One. I am picking up twenty-five inbound heavy aircraft. They seem to be traveling at the speed and altitude of an older bomber model. Most likely the popular B-52."

"Recon One, we read you loud and clear. Dispatching a wing to engage the incoming hostiles. Maintain sighting distance until the backup arrives. Then engage and shoot to kill - Over."

As the two fighters communicated, a wing of one hundred [100] F-19s broke away from the main pack and headed on an intercept course for the B-52s.

Meanwhile, the swarm was continuing to engage the airships from Fourhearts. They continued to fire hundreds of air-to-air missiles in unstoppable waves of destruction. When the enemy began firing back, the fighters dropped countermeasures and began evading the missiles - though it was inevitable that a couple of the fighters would be hit, the impressive amount of countermeasures took care of many of them.


The B-2s, however, passed virtually unnoticed in the storm of battle. They were already over their targets and dropping their payloads before they were officially recognized and targeted. By then the bombs had done their damage, laying out a couple thousand of soldiers that were marching quickly towards the enemy emplacements. Nevertheless, one hundred F-19s were ordered to break off and engage the B-2s at any cost... they would be downed.

Whyatican High Command
"General, the Allaneans have launched another missile wave!" a computer tech said, looking at innumerable readouts from the Allaneans.

"Why are you telling me this? GET ON IT!" the General said aggravatedly.

Anti-Ballistic Missile Defense
Having been kept at ready for a possible second strike, the missile defense batteries unloaded with a vengeance, cutting open the Allanean missile formations. As ABM batteries took hits from missiles while still others flew on, the second tier of defenses came active, sending interceptors, and occasionally, a small-yield tactical nuclear weapon into the mix, wiping out the remaining missiles without much of a threat. The first tier of ABM defenses had been carved up badly, but the second tier remained active.

OOC:More coming when I'm less lazy

In the Negev

There had been a reason that the Allaneans have not yet contributed more to the front. Their forces have been deploying via the air bridge – dozens and dozens of airplanes, still deploying, flying from Allanea into the Negev, again and again and again. Even now, when an entire brigade had been deployed, they were still coming in – even as the brigade charged towards the Neo-Kravenite front.

It was composed of, first of all, 500 Arica-1 Shalmanesar armoured personnel carriers, their 35mm chainguns ready to fire at full-blaze once they engaged the Kraven foe. The 60mm grenade launchers were equally armed with white phosphorous grenades, and the anti-tank guided missiles were ready. 25 Electronic Countermeasures vehicles rode along for the game, doing their best to jam Kraven communications.

As the spear of the brigade, rode 100 George W. Bush Mk II tanks, firing their utterly excessive firepower at anything that moved, 25 John Bolton heavy tanks crushing rocks and Kravenites alike under their 250-ton hulls as their 300mm mortars and 140mm main cannon (not to mention the long lists of other armament) blazed fire and death.

Behind the ranks, rode the MRLS systems, the 240mm SP mortars, the 122mm rapid-fire cannon. As soon as they closed in on the Neo-Kravenites, they opened fire.

In the Red Sea

Coming in from the general direction of Allanea, spread out all across the sky, was a new menace – a fleet of 100 F/B 177A (http://s6.invisionfree.com/International_Mall/index.php?showtopic=2281) bomber aircraft, escorted by 1,000 F-117's, flying as high as humanly possible to avoid detection and shoot-down. As they entered 20-mile range from the Whyatican air defense line, they launche missiles. There were 50 of the missiles launched in total from the 117 fighters, those being light EMP bombs, designed to blind the enemy air defenses.

It was a few second after their explosions that the fun would begin.

The Kraven forces had taken quite a few losses from the Allanean defenders, but at the same time the various air attacks had also done thier work, cutting down vast swathes of destruction through the vehicles of the Kraven forces, marching Centurians were thrown around like ragdolls, and those that were currently engaging the Allaneans in brutal hand to hand, heard this detonations and became enraged, forcing themselves on harder and covering more ground in the trenches, The Imperators were closing in and with the combined support of the Infantry and other Vehicles, the force was on top of the Allanean positions.

Centurians continued to push, now supported by regular Capitol Police, while the Chimera Transports layed down covering fire, Emperor's targeted Machine gun nests and any defensive positions, while the Imperators drove over positions, tearing up the defenses with 210mm Mortars and Twin 185mm ETC's...

The Centurians now pushed onwards towards the Admiral, that stood naked in the centre of the Trenches, defiant and with many Capitol Police and Centurian corpses at his feet, the High Command had issued new orders, the Capture of the Admiral, and the total Annihilation of all Allanean Forces...

Hellhounds exploded as missiles and other ordinance struck into their chassis..

The units attacking the Velkyian flanking attack now met them head on, Capitol Police and centurians forged ahead, the Kraven Banners drove the Centurians on with pride, their foot steps towards Velkya were meaningfull and forcefull, each stride with a purpose, Assault rifles were used to target troop formations, while Basilisks continued to use their weapons in the Anti Tank Doctrine...

A Second force was dispatched from Whyatica, to quickly cover the ground, made up mainly of Chimeras and Diablo light tanks, their objective was to forge ahead and strike the Velkyian forces from the rear, trapping the Velkyian forces in a deadly crossfire, the forces had been mustered at the border of whyatica, by Whyatica weeks before the pre-emtive invasion had begun, and now their purpose had come forth, the small force of around 150 tanks raced ahead, covering the ground quickly, it would still be several hours however before the force would arrive, but hopefully with eyes on the main force, this Second front will pass un-noticed....


(OOC: if i've missed anything tell me and I'll edit it in)

In the meanwhile, from the Negev airfields, another brigade tore forth. The Hashi Volunteer Brigade it was, with the flag depicting some strange image from the Hashi national mythology, with gold upon deep red, as if a Communist flag. But of course these Hashis were no communists. They tore into the defensive line mounted on 500 BMP3's, the firing ports blazing fire in every direction. George Walker Bush main battle-tanks engaged the Basilisks with their 140mm main cannon. The John Bolton 250-ton tanks gave the enemy the full loads of their 300mm mortars, loaded with cluster munitions. Now, 7,700 troops have joined the Allanean line – two for every one fallen.

Someone finally remembered to turn on the volume on the combat loudspeakers, and music tore through the sand, scaring birds, drowning out even the sound of battle.

Not gonna get us
They are not gonna get us
Not gonna get us
Not gonna get us
They are not gonna get us
They are not gonna get us
Not gonna get us

The sand on the dune on which Admiral Cameron stood was soaked in blood. Dozens of Capitol Police lined it's slopes, their bodies mixed with those of Allanean sailors, blood running freely from their wounds. On it's crest stood Cameron, waving his powerfist menacingly. Here, he would smack the life out of a Kravenite machinegunner with a single sweep of the powerfist. There, he'd aim a handgun into a teeming horde of Capitol Police, lauging as the red lights of their eyes went out forever.


Starting from here, let's make a promise
You and me, let's just be honest
We're gonna run, nothing can stop us
Even the night that falls all around us

A young sailor, seeing a Capitol Police trooper aim a weapon of some from at the Admiral, rushed between them, aiming an FM-MAG at the Kravenites, and firing a long, long burst, just as the enemy bullets shattered the left side of his jaw, lodged in his lungs and belly, shattered his left knee. He fell, but he did not feel pain - combat drugs or something more important prevented it. He rose again, and stumbled towards the enemy, blood runnig from his ruined chin as he aimed his machinegun between the eyes of a Capitol Policeman and pulled the trigger.

Soon there will be laughter and voices
Beyond the clouds over the mountains
We'll run away on roads that are empty
Lights from the airfield shining upon you

A Kravenite Imperator moved through the trenches, crushing two MBT's under it's tracks like an 18-wheeler running down a kitten. An Allanean officer from the Admiral's escort saw it, and rushed towards the vehicle. It was a miracle that he was not crushed immediately. Another, that he was not shot down as he climbed the armored hull. Then, he took out something looking like a grenade, and set it off. A long plume of red smoke rose from the vehicle.

Somewhere, above the clouds, the pilot of an Allanean F/A-18 saw this smoke.

“Main, this is Blue Spider, I can see a big bogie here, highlighted with smoke, permission to fire...”

Two Sledgehammer missiles went off, screaming out towards the insanely oversized Kraven vehicle.

We'll run away, keep everything simple
Night will come down, our guardian angel
We rush ahead, the crossroads are empty
Our spirits rise, they're not gonna get us...

Admiral Cameron saw it. He knew now that if desperate action was not taken, the Allaneans would be overwhelmed, despite backup. He saw that the first tank was harmed in some way – what, he could not see beyond the smoke of battle. And he knew that he must do better. He must do at least as well as his subordinate – or better.

“Forward, citizen-soldiers! Forward, for liberty!”

He slashed into the ranks of the Capitol police, killing to his left and right with the powerfist. The sailors followed, and many of the soldiers did too, crearing a minor counterassault on this minor part of the front. “Forward! For liberty!”

The Capitol Police felt no fear. They felt no pain. They felt no mercy. But neither did the Allaneans – and more, the Allaneans felt hatred, hatred towards everything Kraven had stood for. It was alien to the very being and soul of an Allanean, and they would rather die then share the Earth with this monstrosity. Cameron saw, right next to him, a young soldier, out of bullets, drop a Capitol Police trooper on the ground, stabbing at his eyepieces with a large bayonet knife. He saw a man with a flamer laugh maniacally as he strafed Kraven lines with pure promethium, even though the Kraven troops seemed not to react to it – until it burned through their armor and literally destroyed their flesh. He saw an officer giggle as he cleft an armored Capitol Policeman in half with his chainsword, and fell dead next to him, his body ripped apart by MG-42 rounds. The officer was still giggling as he hit the ground, pleased to have rid the Earth of a Kravenite.

And then, he saw the second Imperator, crawlying slowly towards him. Suddenly, he knew what to do. “Someone, a flare!”

The monstrous tank ran over an Allanean IFV, crumpling it under its tracks like a cheap toy, the occupants screaming in despair. They were not yet dead when the Admiral used the top of their vehicle as a step to climb on towards the 400-ton super tank. As he climbed, someone must have taken notice of him – he felt immense pain as rounds bit his lower back. Now, his feet and legs were useless. He could only hang on with his powerfist as he activated the signal flare.

Somewhere, above the battle, he saw his hawk still circling. Goodbye, my dearest, he whispered, just as five more missiles hit the Imperator tank, piercing it's armor and detonating his ammunition magazine.


Not gonna get us, gonna get us..
Not gonna get us.

Meanwhile, the swarm was continuing to engage the airships from Fourhearts. They continued to fire hundreds of air-to-air missiles in unstoppable waves of destruction. When the enemy began firing back, the fighters dropped countermeasures and began evading the missiles - though it was inevitable that a couple of the fighters would be hit, the impressive amount of countermeasures took care of many of them.



Much to the fighters suprise, there was little resistance to their attack on the Fireship Bombers. They fired hundreds of missiles and indeed they downed all the Fireships that had decimated thier forces only moments ago.

Unknown to the attackers, Air Commander Maverick had ordered the evacuation of most of the empty bombers. While he hated to lose assets they didn't really stand a chance anyway.

As the fighters took down his Fireship Bombers, at a much higher altidude, anti-air missiles began raining down on the F-19s.

OOC: Where's Whyatica and his navy??

OOC: In the Red Sea.

15 miles off of the Armenia-Iran border

On small sand dune, eleven men on horses sat and watched the towards the border. These men all had black horses. Ten of the men were wearing dark blue Transylvanian body armor on with brown and tan cloak over it. On the back of these men were AK-47 assault rifles or Dragunov SVD rifles. The man is the center not dressed the same. He was Sharif Al-Jahani (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/SharifAl-Jahani.jpg), the oldest son of Saber Al-Jahani, and a mutant. The 34 year old man can generate subzero cold that freezes anything in its path, forming water vapor into various ice shapes, exists in organic ice form with enhanced strength, durability, and cryomorphing powers. He only uses his power, if he needs to. They watched and waited to move.

Soon…a black truck with a large black bus stopped behind the sand dune. The large bus was armored like the pick up, the symbol of the Shadow Foxes (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/16th.jpg) sat on both vehicle. Sharif rode down to the vehicles as a man started getting out. The man was wearing Transylvanian body armor in dim gray and stale gray and carrying AR-66 silent assault rifle. The man’s gray cloak moved with the wind.

Sharif stopped the horse next to a man, the rank on his armor was Major. “You’re Major Romeo Agosti?” asked Sharif.

The Major looked up at the man on the horse, the armor’s eyes show no sign of life. “Yes.” said the Major. “See any sign of life?”

“Nope, no forces are heading this way.” said Sharif.

“Good.” said the Major. “We will move out as the sun goes down.” With that, the Major head back to the truck and waits.

OOC:Oh, yeah, Kraven, did you see, I dropped 10 T-12s on you. FYI.

OOC:Oh, yeah, Kraven, did you see, I dropped 10 T-12s on you. FYI.

Yes, the Attack is included in there, a lot of the middle of the Formations have been destroyed

Yes, the Attack is included in there, a lot of the middle of the Formations have been destroyed

All right, thanks. Just checking.
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IC:

The ships of the massive Task Force Ronin continued to steam at the Whyatican defenders. As they steamed on, Admiral Starwin decided to go on the offensive at the same time. Picking up the headset again, he issued more orders throughout the fleet. "Reposition all missile batteries. Those AA and AM banks are taking out Allanea's offensive power. Launch as many Tomahawk cruise missiles as you see fit."

The rotatable missile batteries on the mid-deck of the massive ships all turned toward the Whyatican air defenses. In seconds, missile after misile fired out of them as the automated reloading systems kicked on. Soon, the fleet had a bonus defense, the smoke from over 20,000 missiles launching formed a smoke screen for the fleet.

The 1st and 2nd Air Fleets were being rerouted to the western front. Third Fleet had lost half it's airships and was now in the fight of it's life. As the swarm of fighters approached the high flying formation of airships, the airships anti-aircraft guns began blazing and more missiles were being launched.

"Incoming missiles from above!"

"Attack formation. These boys are fried... we are moving up now."

The swarm left their prey dead as a hail of air-to-air missiles was fired at them from above. They rose ever higher into the blue sky of the day and spotted the attacker. A large number of fighters were caught off guard by the salvo and were downed - some of the pilots ejecting to safety, while others were simply ripped apart by the blasts. But the swarm persisted and began firing their missiles in waves upon the attackers as they dodged and weaved in and out.

ooc: Are your airships massive, slow moving things?

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"Commander, I am picking up fifty, I repeat fifty, more targets..."

"They must have hiding in the bomber's shadow. Alright... engage the fighters, but bombers are priority number one. Remember, they are outnumbered, outgunned, and outmaneuvered - furthermore they need to protect those bombers... we don't. It is always an honor to serve and die for Kraven!"

The one hundred F-19s fired off a massive salvo of air-to-air missiles, one hundred in total, and targeted all twenty-five bombers. After firing the first wave they broke off into wings of ten fighters and began engaging the enemy fighters. They had the enemy outnumbered and their F-19s were clearly superior - the Transylvanians wouldn't stand a chance. Every so often the fighters would break off and fire at the bombers, attempting to down them quickly...

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The B-2s might have had the element of surprise and stealth, but once the bombs began falling and the fighters alerted, it wouldn't be long before they caught up with the bombers.

The one hundred [100] F-19s streaked across the sky towards the target bombers, and while the B-2s had a head start, they were far slower. The Neo Kraven fighters were zeroing in on them and would soon be on their tails...

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The Neo Kraven ground forces were taking losses from the bombers that would fly in and out, but nonetheless they ignored them and continued straight for their target. Not far outside the outskirts of the city, the first serious battle of the western land campaign would be waged.

The Allanean forces were closing and once they were in firing range, both sides opened fire in a noisy and disastrous attack(for both sides). The massive forms of the Emperor and Imperator tanks targeted the enemy tanks and armored vehicles with their immense 185mm main cannons (as well as a list of other weapons). The first few at the head of the pack were destroyed by enemy tank and missile fire, but the waves would keep coming.

The Capitol Police raised their weapons, some holding anti-tank missiles, and began firing on the enemy as they were for the most part protected from small rounds.

The desert would be stained red with blood that day...

Air Commander Maverick was concerned at the sheer amount of fighters the Neo Kravens had brought into play. Third Fleet's bait and switch manuver had been successful and most of the Fireships carrying anti-air missiles and Wolf-Type Airships had survived the initial missile swarm.

The Fireship was a massive airship that was the mainstay of the Fourhearts Fleet. It held 100 Longbow Anti-Air Missiles and numerous countermeasures. Although slower than most aircraft, the airship was designed to asend quickly by roatating it's engines straight up and down. It was built to withstand multiple missile hits. They were also designed to fire multiple warheads as it was doing now.

The Wolf Type Airship was smaller and more nimble. An airborne anti-aircraft battery, the Wolf Type boasted 3 Quad-30mm anti-aircraft turrets. These airships were begining to fill the sky with gunfire as the enemy aircraft began to climb toward them.


[OCC: Fireships are massive and slow moving. Wolf-Types are not as slow moving. Think more Final Fantasy Airships than Zepplin type. Remember, if Kraven is playing at 2050 then the Airship would have made drastic improvements since World War I.]

The Allanean forces were closing and once they were in firing range, both sides opened fire in a noisy and disastrous attack(for both sides). The massive forms of the Emperor and Imperator tanks targeted the enemy tanks and armored vehicles with their immense 185mm main cannons (as well as a list of other weapons). The first few at the head of the pack were destroyed by enemy tank and missile fire, but the waves would keep coming.

The snipers hidden in some of the taller parts of the city spotted the massive tanks easily and sent thier location via radio to the artillarly peices that were closer to the city's center.

Withen moments, the tanks near the center of the formation would have some nasty things fall out of the air.

With the majority of the surface-to-air missile batteries still being underground, the electromagnetic pulses wouldn't do a whole lot of damage to them. However, with many of the batteries being destroyed, or the burying mechanisms being damaged, the EMP had an effect, making a small corridor for the Allaneans to move through, about half a kilometer. From a nearby supply base, 50 mobile SAM batteries were immediately deployed to close the breach, and prevent any more Allanean incursions.

The 1,000 F-117s, showing up as a rather massive target on RADAR and other fixed installations, was a target too good to be passed up by the fledgling Whyatican Air Force. Three hundred Vanguard Virage and two hundred Axim fighters were immediately mobilized to deal with the threat. They closed with the Allanean fighters quickly, unloading "Centurian" BVRAAMs on the Allanean fighters. The missiles shot through the skies at Mach 6, aiming at the Allanean undersides and fronts to lessen their maneuverability. To aid in the Whyatican head-on assault, static SAM launchers began to lock on and fire on the Allanean targets, but the EMP attack had reduced their numbers until the reinforcements arrived.

“We have incoming enemy fire, I repeat, incoming enemy fire! Do you read me, Red? I repeat, do you read me...”

“Fireball, they are on you! They're all over you, get out of here! Get...”

Whyatican missiles and aircraft spread havoc and devastation through the lines of the Allanean fighters. In the confusion of the fighting, over 340 aircraft were lost. Some pilots were lucky and ejected on time, becoming small, nearly unspottable points on the surface of the water, floating on their emergency vests. Others were strafed by the enemy fighters when their parachutes descended, torn apart in mid-air by 20mm autocannon. Some were killed in the explosions of their aircraft or plummeting with them into the deep blue waters of the Red Sea.

“Proceed to code 56-b, repeat, code 56b.”

The F-117's turned, launching two AMRAAMs each at the numerous Whyatican aircraft, and then fled, splitting up into a variety of directions, like the beams of a star.

And the Barsuk craft in the meanwhile continued, entering the small keyhole in the enemy air defense, unnoticed by RADAR – so far – spread out over a large area vertical-wise to reduce chances of interception.

“Sir, we're approaching estimated location of enemy underground missile stations... repeat, Sir..”

“Drop it.”

The bomb bays of a single Barsuk opened, and a Grand Slam bomb fell towards the enemy position, then the aircraft launched two much lighter missiles at some Radar dish it could see, and then rolled and fled.

”Sir, we're approaching estimate location of enemy undergound AA stations, should we drop?”

“You do that, soldier.”

Another Barsuk turned gratiously and turned for home, even when the smoke plume from his Grand Slam and two missile launchers was still in the air.

”Sir, enemy in range.”

“Launch.”

Half of the aircraft carried Grand Slam bombs and two missiles each. Others carried simply large supply of missiles. Pretty soon all those missiles and bombs would be emptied at Whyatican air defense stations. Except one.

FB-177A Barsuk Penetration Strike Craft, designated 56[b] Spirit of Missouri has slipped through the AA field and was safely – if one could call it that – in Whyatican/Kraven airspace.

OOC:Whyatica, where are you and what are you going to do about our naval engagement?

Maverick watched the battle from his flagship QUEEN'S CROSS. He gazed intently at the command screen with was displaying information on the absurd number of Neo Kraven Fighters that were engaging his forces.

"My God, they must have their whole air force up in the air."

A flash of thought passed then Commander's face.

Wait...a minute...

Mavrick ran over to his radar guys.

"YOU THERE! See if you can get a location on where all those aircraft came from.", Maverick ordered. "COMMO: Get on the horn with the other good guys and see if they can get a peg on where they came from. Ask them if they can spare any assets for a deep strike!"

Maverick then got on his own radio, "TEXAS SIX, TEXAS SIX THIS IS SKY SIX. PREPARE TO SPLIT FIGHTER AND BOMBER ELEMENTS. PREPARE BOMBER ELEMENT FOR DEEP STRIKE AGAINST ENEMY AIRSTRIPS. ALL FIGHTER WINGS FROM 1ST AND 2ND FLEETS PREPARE FOR ESCORT MISSION. OVER

[OCC: Neo Kraven, are your fighters from the same airbase of different ones?]

Bump

Official Press Release from the Allanean Election Commission

Today, just as our brave warriors continue fighting for freedom on both the Yazmarean and the Kraven front, the election results are announced for yet another Presidential election, as well as Congressional elections in some 2,000 districts. There is a bit of news for everyone in this, so listen well, citizens of Allanea.

First of all, President Atchinson has now entered another term of service, which is of course no surprise to no-one given the polls, winning a landslide victory and carrying 55% of the popular vote, and carrying twenty-eight states. Never since before Kazansky became President for Life did Allanea have such a landslide victory.

It seems that President Atchinson has gained ground in Congress, as the Republican Party now holds 2,478 seats there. The Democrats hold 1,300 seats, with the Ambivalentira now dropping to 252 seats in Congress. The Libertarian Party has increased its hold with 1,903 seats, and the Constitution Party joining in with 271 seats, for a total of 6,204 Congressional Representatives.

In the Senate, the situation is slightly diferent, as the Republicans there had dropped to 35 out of the 80 seats. 2 seats only are now held by the Ambivalentira party, and the Democrats command an impressive 22 votes. 21 votes are commanded by the Libertarian Party, expected to yet again ally by the Republicans.

This was an official AEC report. May God Bless Allanea.

Al-Tahrir, Kahanistan

Many of the buildings were leveled, and over a million trapped inside, but their sturdy nature meant that the majority had escaped, and immediately Kahanistanian elite anti-terrorism police and medical personnel swung into action, extracting the few who had not escaped and rendering medical assistance to those still alive, but it was estimated that tens of thousands were dead.

The Kahanistanians brought MLRS into the city, as the enemy didn't care about civilian casualties. Kahanistan therefore decided that there was no harm in bringing the heaviest weaponry they had to bear on the Kravenites. Thousands of missiles from dozens of M-270's rained fiery death upon the Kravenites, preparing their infinitely wicked souls for the eternal punishment they would suffer from G-d, Allah, or whoever was out there.

(OOC: its getting a little confusing, if your refering to me please call me Kraven, and if your refering to Neo Kravenites, call him Kravenites, that way I know whos firing at who)



--- Tag, Post is going to have to come later tonight ---

OOC: WHyatica, are you ever going to respond?

OOC:I'm here, Psi-Pso, I'm going to post now.

(OOC: better late than Never)

The Kraven battleline was unfaltered, with the Destruction of one of the Imperators and the damaged Imperator, the Centurians fought even harder, spurred on by their Bretherens battle cry, and the sudden influx of Capitol Police, they swarmed over the Allaneain, defenses, pushing on harder and further into the battle lines, while the smaller Leman Russ's continued forward, supporting them with Battle Cannons and Assault Cannons...

Mortars, Basilisks and Flamethrowers joined the battle, taking on anything that wasn't Kraven and moved...

The Kraven Blizkreig although taking heavy losses from the T-12's was still fighting, and now it was fighting harder than ever...

while up towards the north, the Second Front continued round, driving headlong to cut off the Velkyian Defenders, trapping them in a cross fire, Imperators and Emperors had an almost free reign over the battlefield, choosing their targets carefully, whily the Leman Russ's had a harder time, using the forms of the Emperors and Imperators as cover and fighting defensively...

the Basiliks continued to lay down AT Fire, their 210mm HE Shells doing their best to lay waste to the Velkyian tanks, while several Prepared Earth Shaker rounds...

Whyatican Fleet - Red Sea Garrison
"Grand Admiral, PP fleet is responding to our strike. Also, submerged forces in the thermocline have detected a number of what appear to be submerged dreadnaughts. They're asking to advise."

"Torp the dreadnaughts, use the heavy torps on them. They're more vulnerable while they're under, naturally, and we can't let them get close enough to us. Also, send off ASROCs at any detected PP submarine forces."

"Aye, sir!"

The ninety Torment class submarines, thirty of which were underneath the thermocline, fired three heavy torpedos each at the detected Psi-Pso submerged dreadnaughts. The torpedos were relatively quiet for three-quarters of their travel time, and then accelerated to insane speeds in the last section. Whyatican surface ships, while anti-ballistic missile systems locked onto thousands of oncoming Psi-Pso missiles, fired off their own response to the detected PP submarines, and that was 5 ASROCs each from the 200 ships that had them.

As it was generally deemed unwise to have 75 millimeter CIWS as 30mm was far more efficient, the joint Admirals of the fleet decided that a missile wave would be the way to go. Nine thousand two hundred "Knight" heavy anti-ship missiles slowly emerged from VLS cells, accelerating to Mach 6 in the air as they completed their journeys. The PP missile salvo was targetted by a combination of CIWS, ABM interceptors, and in areas where thousands were packed, small-yield tactical nuclear weapons. Nine missiles survived the massacre, impacting and destroying five Mayhem class destroyers.

The Whyatican Navy responded in kind with naval guns, a salvo ranging from 30" anti-fortification guns to 5" DP guns, and they fired in a spread pattern to destroy as many Psi-Pso escorts as possible. They fired as quickly as possible, firing one round and almost as soon as it left the barrel a second round was loaded in the barrel. This sort of gunfire could easily warp the barrel and wreck the gun, but they continued nonetheless.

Air power was next on the Whyatican list, and the massive cloud of PP fighters over their fleet proved an irresistable target. For every hostile fighter, three Surface-to-Air missiles were launched, bringing a total of over eighteen thousand missiles.

The Whyaticans held firm..

OOC: I"ll have to get back to you when my parents stop being little bitches.

OOC: Yo Kraven, where is Neo Kravnites at? I need him to post before I do anything.

“Fight on, troops! Fight on! Don't let Admiral Cameron's death be in vain!” - screamed Brigade-General Kimberly Drake, slashing a Capitol Police soldier's head off with her chainsword. “Forward, troops! Push them right back to Mecca!”

Next to her, soldier after soldier fell to the ground. They fought bravely, and they had better arms and better training, but the capitol police simply were too many. The Mechanized Infantry were very nearly wiped out...

And then, help came.

While the Hashi Volunteer (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=10759804&postcount=92) brigade was losing hundreds of troops, and Furry Airborne had been almost totally destroyed, the roar of engines was once again heard from the direction of the Kahanistani airfield. Yet another brigade had been deployed via airbridge.

This time, those were Marines – the Allanean Marine Corps Ronald Reagan Brigade. They were equipped with standard Allanean military equipment (http://s12.invisionfree.com/Allanea/index.php?showtopic=5) except for the Kriegzimmer Arms battlesuits which were, surprisingly, not yet standard in the Allanean army – but were standard with the Marines.

Everywhere, cheers went up from the weakened Allanean lines as they saw the gold-colored banner of the Brigade rise from the armored vehicles as they punched straight into the Kraven lines. They cut lose on the Capitol police with 25mm grenade launchers and manportable autoshotguns fighting explosive shells. They fired .50-caliber rifles off hand and threw whole packs of RGD-33 heavy grenades as they slashed, shot, and blew their way right into the midst of battle.
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"Sir! Incoming torpedo wave! Impact in 20 seconds!!" yelled the man at the sonar station.
"Shit, covers gone. Activate active sonar systems, lock and fire eight torpedoes in return. Ballast, blow all tanks, emergency surface procedures, await further orders!" yelled the captain of the ship. Instantly, the ship was filled with a bone-chilling *ping*
"Sir, positive lock on the enemy targets, thirty subs bearing XXX degrees, depth, XXX meters, range XXX yards."
"Weapons control, firing eight torpedo spread now." The ship shuddered as the forward tubes released eight hyper-cavitation torpedoes, loaded with a special dual-warhead feature. This feature was designed to have one warhead at the tip, and one in the tail. On impact, a one point five second delay fuse would start. The resulting explosion would damage inner parts of the sub, while the secondary would further damage the hull at the point of penetration. As the tubes emptied, the ship lurched upward as air was pumped straight into the ballast tanks, forcing her upwards, the torpedoes streaking in just below them.
"Thermocline, five seconds....four...three...two...one...We've lost them." In order for the ten ships to be found by those same forces, they'd have to rise above the thermocline as well. However, the captains would deal with the new sub formations they found here.
"Sir, transponders are off on ship P-4. She didn't make it."
"Shit."
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On the surface, things went from fairly bad to worse. Shell impacts were beginning to reach across the fleet interior, and some of the Zimmermann dreadnaughts had taken hits already. However, the frontal assault left a minimal profile, allowing for less damage. "Admiral, we're in cannon range, all automated batteries are online."
"Allow them to open fire."
The flagship ICS Honor had six forward turrets, each housing three cannons. These cannons were not conventional ballistic design. Instead, they fed off power from the ship's reactors and had been turned into 30" rail guns. As they began firing in rapid succession, the vessel quickly lost headway, down to 15 knots. Around them in the fleet, blasts came from the other ships, mostly the 76 of the original 86 dreadnaughts. Soon shells were hurling at the Whyaticans. However, rather than following ballistic paths, they were screaming at supersonic speeds straight at them. They were risking an energy overload in the reactors and barrels, but this was not a time for caution. The communications officer yelled up to the Admiral, "Sir! Orders from NavCom, we're authorized to utilize nuclear weapons in self-defense."
But before Starwin could reply, the radar operator cut him off, "Sir! Incoming missile and ASW weaponry!!"
"We're authorized, so use the fuckers!!!" shouted Starwin. One thing to say about Pschycotians, they're not afraid to use what they've got. Quickly, 6 tactical nuclear weapons were deployed ahead of the missile waves. Of course, many more broke through, straight into the CIWS wall. Contrary to popular belief, a well designed and automated 75mm CIWS works much better than any other, although not as efficiently...but then again, when was a Pschycotian known to care about efficiency? In all, 15 missiles broke through, sinking another Zimmermann dreadnaught, 2 Valors, and 3 Aegis Cruisers. The shock waves in the water destroyed hundreds of the ASROCs, but two found there mark, sinking the subs. The remaining 58 subs decided to jeopardize their positions, and fired off 6 hypercavitation torpedoes each at Whyatican forces, submerged and surfaced.

The air was where it got heavy. True, they were a tempting target, but what wasn't counted on was the countermeasures. As the missiles screamed in, the fighters broke vertical, dispensing massive clouds of chaff and flares. The massive cloud hanging over the fleet would be too tempting for any missile, and thousands were immediately drawn to it, destroying themselves. Those that weren't fooled had to contend with AA flak cannons from the ships. Though thought to be outdated, 20mm and 40mm AA guns were arrayed all over the ships, and the sky became black from the bursts in an attempt to shoot down the missiles. In all, 1500 planes met their demise.

The remaining 5100 pilots didn't exactly appreciate having their friends fried. Swooping down to sea level, they leveled off heading for the Whyaticans, and each fired three Exocet Anti-Shipping missiles at them at sea-skim modes before peeling off back to the fleet.

The Wolf Type Airship was smaller and more nimble. An airborne anti-aircraft battery, the Wolf Type boasted 3 Quad-30mm anti-aircraft turrets. These airships were beginning to fill the sky with gunfire as the enemy aircraft began to climb toward them.

[OCC: Fireships are massive and slow moving. Wolf-Types are not as slow moving. Think more Final Fantasy Airships than Zeppelin type. Remember, if Kraven is playing at 2050 then the Airship would have made drastic improvements since World War I.]

As the Fourhearts airships continued to open fire with missiles and 30mm rounds, more and more of the F-19s found themselves in a perilous spiral downward or in the midst of an aircraft that was about to explode.

Two hundred F-19s went down valiantly, firing off all of their missiles if they could before ejecting. While it was an impressive number downed in a short period of time, it was only a small dent in the scheme of things. The Swarm still contained over four thousands Neo Kravenite fighters and they were gunning for the enemy; cutting and dodging by as they let loose their missiles.

Some even tried to get enemy missiles off their backs by flying dangerously close to the airships and hoping they would blow up on the massive structures. Sometimes the maneuver was a success and the missile flew off in to a friendly fire accident, but occasionally the fighter pilot would crash into the ship himself... though that still in itself was sizable damage - more so in fact as his missiles exploded with him, causing a massive detonation against the airships...

[OOC: Final Fantasy airships would probably get decimated against modern day aircraft, they are usually meant to be a little past tech in their design, survivability, speed, and armament.]

The snipers hidden in some of the taller parts of the city spotted the massive tanks easily and sent their location via radio to the artillery pieces that were closer to the city's center.

Within moments, the tanks near the center of the formation would have some nasty things fall out of the air.

Al-Tahrir, Kahanistan

The Kahanistanians brought MLRS into the city, as the enemy didn't care about civilian casualties. Kahanistan therefore decided that there was no harm in bringing the heaviest weaponry they had to bear on the Kravenites. Thousands of missiles from dozens of M-270's rained fiery death upon the Kravenites, preparing their infinitely wicked souls for the eternal punishment they would suffer from G-d, Allah, or whoever was out there.

ooc: I assume this is me

As the Neo Kravenite forces continued their deadly and strong advance of millions, the tanks near the front and center of the formation were pounded by a debilitating artillery and missile attack. Numerous were instantly disabled while a few were effectively destroyed. Some of the missiles and artillery rounds that fell from the skies above the Neo Kravenite brigades, impacted the lines and columns of neatly and quickly marching Capitol Police – they were instantly torn apart as hundreds were obliterated and many more injured badly. Support members of the Capitol Police began attempting to salvage and repair the tanks while continuing the fast paced advance against the enemy.

The Kraven fighters, chasing the ten B-2, would get a nasty surprise of their own. Launched from Trojan II class rigid airborne aircraft carriers, stationed in the Mediterranean Sea as part of the Red Wasp Air Fleet, came 25 MF-98A Super Phoenix air superiority fighters. This fighter shot over the bomber towards the enemy fighters. Twenty five fighters against hundred enemy fighter is nuts or is it. The Super Phoenixes were better then the F-19. The F-19 could only get up to Mach 2.7 and the Super Phoenixes can reach Mach 4.5. The F-19 are only armed wit eight missiles and the Super Phoenixes are armed with fifteen (concealed) modifiable munitions bays: eight forward mounted mini missile compartments and seven under wing MRM/LRM bays.

The fighters grew closer to the enemy and fired off Hellfire mini missiles at them. The short range heat seeking air-to-air missile would lit up the enemy.

Long before the MF-98As reached the F-19s who were pursuing the B-2 stealth bombers, they showed up on the Neo Kravenites' radar displays. While they were traveling at immense speed, they were anything but a surprise.

When they were in range, all one hundred of the F-19 Knights fired off their two long range air-to-air missiles. A torrent of two hundred missiles traveling at incredible speeds flew at the enemy fighters... soon to be downed fighters.

Even if a couple of fighters managed to get by the salvo, they would be outnumbered by an incredible rate. Even if they could out perform the F-19s, it would be a miracle from heaven if they could actually defeat them.

As what was left of the Transylvanian interception force emerged from the massive amount of explosions (from the long range air-to-air missiles), they fired off multiple short range air-to-air missiles at the Neo Kravenites. Immediately the F-19s changed to evasion formation, breaking off to the right and left as the missiles flew at them. They deployed their countermeasures, which dealt with a good amount of the missiles, but still six of the Knights were downed gloriously in battle...

The remaining ninety-four [94] bared down on the few MF-98As that were left and prepared to engage them with their outnumbering advantage.

[OOC: The Speed is 2.9, not 2.7]

The B-52s and the Black Widows are a team. A tag team, if you think about it. The B-52s would deploy counter measures and the Black Widows would launch missiles at the enemy fighters. The bombers were on the edge of the Neo-Kravenite forces and near the back, maybe close to the fuel truck and ammo trucks. In the middles of dropping counter measures, the bombs started falling as the Black Widows play tag with the enemy fighters.

The Black Widows pilots were not rookies, all of them have trained with these fighter for five to ten years. So, it will be a hell of dog fight. They were there to make sure the bombers did their job.

The back of the Neo Kravenite formation was almost no different from the front, except that instead of lines and lines of Capitol Police, it was lines and lines of the more expendable Kriegsmarines. When the bombs began to fell, the soldiers scattered and ran for cover, though hundreds still died.

While the B-52s thought they might be clever by deploying countermeasures against the Neo Kravenite missiles, it was a counterproductive move. The countermeasures worked both for and against them as the F-19s would dart past one and allow the enemy Black Widow's missile explode into it.

The F-19s had the speed, maneuverability, and number advantage in this fight, and they knew how to use it. The Knights were much fast then the B-52s and thus could cut right by them and fire their missiles at a range of nearly 100% lethality. The fighters posed their own problems, but seventy or so of the better F-19s were detailed to take care of them while the other thirty would take on the bombers. Soon the enemy would be falling from the sky...

[OOC: Sorry for the late reply.]

[OCC: Neo Kraven, are your fighters from the same airbase of different ones?]

[OOC: They came from different airbases. Most of those airbases are located deep within Neo Kraven itself, but others are scattered in places like Whyatica. It is, after all, the Supreme State's Air Force and not just NK's.]

Maverick was once again peering at the data streaming on his command screen. Reports were coming in fast.

SKY SIX! SKY SIX! THIS IS DAGGER FIVE! WE'RE TAKING HEAVY LOSSES -##NMY FIGHTERS USING KAMA##ZI TATICS! WE'VE LOST 8 FIRESHIPS AND 6 WOLFTYPES! [Explosion] COMMANDSHIP DAGGER TAKING HEAVY DAMAGE. THERE'S TOO MANY OF THEM!

Maverick cursed under his breath. Why the hell was all the airpower being concentrated here?

Hmm... There wern't any ZSU's here. The other enemy elements all had Anti-Air covering them. And given the massive force that Neo Kraven was using, they needed all the airpower they could get. The airstikes were being aimed right in front of Fourheart's ground units. They were dropping plenty of bombs, but there were just so many. From the air, it looked like a large buldge in the lines.

DAGGER FIVE THIS IS SKY SIX! WITHDRAW YOUR FORCES IN HEADING XXX. 1ST AND 2ND FLEETS WILL PROVIDE COVER! ETA: 2 MIKES. FLEETS ONE AND TWO: ORDER BOMBER ELEMENTS TO LOWER ALTIDUDE, ANTI-FIGHTER ELEMENTS: PREPARE TO ENGAGE!

Maverick knew that even with two additional fleets, the enemy airforce still outnumbered them by a good amount.

In the sky, the two fleets began to choose thier targets.

Neo-Kravenite Front

It was now that the Allanean aircraft would enter the battle. 1,250 combat fighters, all based off the carriers in the Mediterranean sea, cut swiftly over the white sands of the Sinai, divided into five waves of aircraft.

The first was designed to soften up the Neo-Kravenite lines. It launched 500 high-yield EMP missiles, and then ran for home. In the first lines of the Allanean troops fighting the Kravenites, electronics fizzled and died, but because most of Allanea’s weapons kept functioning just fine – the rifles, the machinegund, the grenades – the soldiers plain didn’t care.

The second wave showered the Neo-Kravenite swarm with beyond-horizon-line anti-aircraft missiles, 1,000 in number, then dispersing all over the Sinai. The third wave of fighters, again, repeated the EMP attacks. And so they alternated between themselves, launching, in total, 1,500 EMP and 2,000 regular anti-aircraft missiles at the foul Neo-Kravenite horde.

But this was all only a distraction, as on the shore of the Sinai, RB-227 aircraft were putting down on the very flat sands of the desert,, deploying thousands and thousands of mechanized infantry. The entire air bridge – in which 1,500 aircraft participated – was diverted to some choice terrain. Still, quite a few aircraft would be harmed, some having chassis broken ,some a wing.

Regardless, within six hours, all the aircraft landed, turning the space right on the shore, 100 kilometers long and 100 deep into a giant airfield. 240 aircraft were broken beyond repaid, and 258 troops killed in accidents in the unsafe landing. On the other hand, the Allaneans now had 150,000 troops deployed in the Sinai.

It was time to rumble.

After the artillery barrage against the Kravenites, a wing of AH-64 Apache gunships took off to survey the damage and, if necessary, finish off the invaders. They came loaded for bear, with Hellfire missiles and heavy machine guns to neutralize the Kravenite infantry and at the same time, a squadron of MiG-35's were being prepared for takeoff on the other side of the country, loaded down with cluster bombs and JDAM's in addition to their usual missile layout.

The Apaches moved very close in with the Kravenites, observing the damage and spotting targets that one of their strikes wouldn't destroy, such as Imperators or columns of Emperors. The only things they would be likely to engage themselves would be things like infantry concentrations or repair crews.

With the Allanean fighters coming in fast and hot, what was left of 3rd Fleet was able to escape to the far edge of Kahanistan, away from the battle. Repairs would begin as soon as they landed.

In the skies, the ground attack Fireships began targeting fuel trucks, ammunition carries, and other trucks. With a force as large as the Neo Kraven's had gathered, it was unlikly that they would be able to pound them into submission from the air, but it was possible to destroy their supplies. Without food, ammuniton and fuel, the Neo Kraven war machine would grind to a bloody halt.

Using a combination of SkyNet Sattalites, AWACS Airships, and videofeeds from Raven fighters, each Fireship was able to lock on to a different truck and fire off a missile. This was repeated for every missile fired. Rather than launch them all at once, they were timed to fire a few seconds apart to avoid all the missiles being countered by the same countermeasures. And there were plenty of missiles to be fired. Each Fireship has 150 ground missiles each.

Above the Ground Attack Element of the 1st and 2nd Fleet, the Air Attack Element was intent on avenging the decimation of the 3rd Fleet. As Allanean fighters began engaging the Supreme State Airforce, the Armada began to wrap place itself between the Swarm and Whytica.

The Neo Kraven fighters had been in the air for quite some time. Some had flown all the way from Neo Kraven to participate in the battle. The fight with 3rd Fleet may have only put a dent in their numbers, but those that had survived the fight were going to face a fuel problem very soon.

As the enemy fighters began to notice the Aramada, the Fireships fired off a wall of missiles at the enemy swarm.

The Wolf Type gunships were flying inbetween the two elements. Thier topside guns engaging enemy fighters and thier groundside guns engaging ground forces.

A message was sent out to all of Kraven and it slave states. It was on every radio channels and every TV channels. If Kraven can highjack other people’s radio and TV channels, the Dominion can do it better. A black screen show up first followed by the flag of the Dominion. The two black Anubis looking figures with the blue cobra in the middle. The symbol of power and strength. The symbol of the Dominion. Soon.. the flag disappeared and come the face of an ancient being. The face of a predator. The face of a fighter. The face of Count JWolf.

“Greetings, Kravenites!” said the man. “You all know who I am. Your Kraven Overlords can’t keep my name out of their heads. I’m in their nightmares, every night they will dream of me. Their dreams are always the same, I’m chasing them down and drain them dry.”

If Kraven could say lies, the Count could do it better. The Count loves messing with people’s heads. He does it to anybody. A poor person, a rich person, a soldier or the leader of a country. Sometime just his name strikes fear into somebody.

”I offer this once.” he said. ”Fifteen hundred million to any Kraven officers that knows lots of locations of those sicken birthing facilities. Come one and all to get your money. Nightly night, Kravenites.” The screen started fading away as the laugher of the Count rang out the TV.

The New Dawn
Fourhearts High Speed Transport
5th King Exterme Operations Unit
http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e329/stdcpw12/NewDawn.jpg

Currently enroute to Whytica



The communications officer was amused. The Dominon talked a good game, but the commo officer couldn't help laughing. They were after all on thier way to a Birthing Facility. The irony.

The Navigation Officer spoke up, "Lady Jessica, we're entering the combat area. Winds are picking up at an increase of 10mph. Conditions are just about right for a sandstorm. High Command has given us clearence to proceed as soon as we have suffient cover.

Lady Jessica nodded, "Very good, keep me informed."

The New Dawn was transporting 5th King deep inside Kraven Controlled Whytica on a top secret mission to liberate/destory a birthing facility. To get to Whytica however, they had to fly through the combat zone.



[OOC: This is part of the storyline that occurs in the thread, Silent Voices and Unvanquished Hearts: The Liberation of Kraven Insanity. If you want to interact with the New Dawn, cover it, or try and intercept it, feel free to do so now.]

The fighters in the skies above the Sinai were running low on fuel and missiles as they had been in combat for quite some time now. Down to around four-thousand [4000] F-19s, the Neo Kravenite fighter wing decided to bug out and head for home... at least for the time being. They broke off into different groups and headed for various airbases; some were temporary ones they had built on the way up towards Kahanistan, while others were permanent ones such as the ones in Neo Kraven and Whyatica.

The incoming fighters and fleets of Allanea and Fourhearts would have their free shots at the ground forces below as air superiority would be lost for the time being. Though, they would not really be free shots as when the F-19s departed the skies, the ZSUs and anti-aircraft missile vehicles unleashed their payloads at the fighters and airships.

As the Allanean fighters dropped their bombs, they wreaked havoc in the Neo Kravenite lines. Tens of thousands were either killed or decommissioned as well as a good number of tanks. However, when it was apparent that they were dropping EMP missiles, the vehicles on the front lines would cut off all power temporarily and then restart themselves after the missiles had exploded. Nevertheless, it was a deadly raid...

However, the Neo Kraven forces had finally reached the metropolis of At Tahrir. The heavy tanks began rolling into the city as the Capitol Police marched behind. The buildings shot up all around them, making it much harder for aerial attacks to be a success... especially without collateral damage.

"Kill everything... wipe out every citizen and building..." the Leader ordered.

General LeMar Thompson, the commander of the defending forces, ordered the city not be given up. This was not like the AMF war, where Kahanistan had yielded ground in order to draw the Freeks inland to the point of greatest resistance, leaving millions of impaled corpses in their wake. The general was not going to let that happen again.

He ordered barricades erected throughout the city, composed of armored battalions of 20 tanks lined in four rows of five. The Merkava IV MBT's rained shells on the heavy tanks. While the Merkavas did relatively little damage to Imperator or Emperor tanks, they were superb at crushing the smaller vehicles and infantry. Roving helicopter gunships attacked the heavier tanks with Hellfire missiles, napalm, or other ordnance that the ground forces did not have.

Kahanistanian sniper-grenadier units fired on Kraven soldiers around almost every corner, when they could spot an officer or other important target. Both members of the sniper-grenadier unit also carried M-4 carbines loaded with AP ammunition in addition to their specialized weaponry, for dealing with infantry that engaged them.

General Thompson had ordered that the city not be given up until it was flattened, that every inch of ground would have to be taken from the blood of the Republic Guards.

The fighters in the skies above the Sinai were running low on fuel and missiles as they had been in combat for quite some time now. Down to around four-thousand [4000] F-19s, the Neo Kravenite fighter wing decided to bug out and head for home... at least for the time being.

Here's they come!

Cruising at 60,000 feet, the anti-fighter elements of the 1st and 2nd Airship Fleet had spread out around the battlespace, enveloping the Neo Kraven Fighter Swarm. In total, 24 Fireship (Which can fire 92 Missiles at once), and 24 Wolf-Type Gunships were waiting to ambush the fighters.

As the fighters, low on fuel and low on missiles, fled one battle they found themsleves being hit from above. Hundreds of missiles attacking thier sqauds. As some pilots attempted to dive to a lower altitude to avoid the Fireships, they found themselves attacked by the Wolf-Type Gunships.

Meanwhile, Fourhearts ground forces used laser designators to assist targeting of enemy logistics. As mighty as the Kraven force was, tanks still need fuel and troops still needed fuel. Even if they take the city, the hundreds of missiles raining down on thier supply chain would make it a very costly day for the Neo Kraven force.

As the Neo Kravenites entered the city, they were met with strong resistance by the dug in forces of Kahanistan. The barricades erected from tanks would need to be either moved or detonated by the engineering cores of the Capitol Police. However, that left them slightly vulnerable and so the Capitol Police would have to lay down cover fire for them.

Hundreds if not thousands of Capitol Police had fallen to the AP ammunition and sniper fire of the enemies that seemed to be hidden around ever corner. To deal with the snipers, the Capitol Police began taking over some of the smaller buildings and loading sniper divisions onto the roofs and into the upper floors. If there was any resistance inside the building, it was stamped out with all brutality necessary.

As helicopter gunships attacked the heavier Imperator and Emperor tanks, they would be met with the awesome power of the surface-to-air missiles and rapid fire of the ZSUs. With such a massive army, the helicopters would stand no chance against the blanket cover and constant fire that the Neo Kravenites could muster.

Slowly but surely, the Neo Kravenites were able to push further into the city. The forces would target non-hostile structures with heavy fire and explosives when they were not engaged with the defending forces of At Tahrir. Thousands of Neo Kravenites had fallen as the tactical forces of Kahanistan were making them pay for every inch of ground they took...



In the skies above the desert, the fighters found themselves in a deadly firefight. As the F-19s were engaged by the hostile enemy fighters, they launched off the last of their missiles and countermeasures before breaking into even smaller groups to find their way out of the pack. The fighters tried numerous tactics. They dropped to only a couple hundred feet above the ground so that they were racing across the desert floor. They tried soaring high into the sky so that they over eighty-thousand feet up.

"Just ignore the enemy fighters. Drop and go..."

"Roger, roge-" An explosion ripped through the fighter, instantly killing the Capitol Police soldier inside. A couple hundred of fighters were downed and most of the pilots didn't survive even if they were able to eject.


"Reposition the anti-air forces to the back. Surround them with a light guard of Kriegsmarines and the Capitol Police. And take down those sons of bitches!" commanded the Leader. The anti-aircraft missile launchers were, for the most part, redeployed to the back of the forces along with the ZSUs. When they arrived, they opened fire without prejudice...


At Neo Kravenite Airbases

*Sirens*

"Prepare to receive our boys. They are going to need more fuel and missiles, stat!" yelled the base commander over the PA system. The base crew were scrambling from building to building and readying the base. He continued, "Some of the aircraft will be damaged... repair it! Some of the pilots will be injured... remove them! Pilots, get ready to jump into those planes when they land. Launch air defense squadrons to intercept and guide our boys home..."

The speaker went dead for a moment. Then it was clicked on and the familiar sound of a slight static was heard while nobody was speaking. It continued for a moment before the commander continued. "Launch the contingency bombers..."

The small squadron of bombers (only located at a couple of the airbases) was all ready for flight and only awaited the launch command. Now, they had it. A portion at the end of the tarmac slowly slid open revealing a tunnel slanting downwards beneath it. The roar of engines was heard rumbling through the base and soon the bombers shot out of the tunnel and rose quickly into the skies...

General Thompson's forces on the ground held the majority of the city, but those ZSU's were becoming an annoyance, and AH-64 Apaches aren't exactly the most maneuverable aircraft available.

"We need SEAD units out here, they're whacking off our gunships like flies!" the general said to an air commander on the other end of his radio.

"We'll have a wing of JSF's moving in within thirty minutes," said the commander. ""Just hold the line till we get there."

RPG and tank fire from PG7-V1 rocket launchers and Merkava IV tanks fired on the ZSU's whenever they could, even giving them higher priority than the Imperators.

The remaining gunships landed on top of buildings or wherever they were relatively safe. Meanwhile, a wing of 20 JSF's were being loaded out with AGM-88 HARM's for suppression of enemy air defense. Each was loaded with four HARM's and four Meteor LRAAM's.

Onboard the Torment class submarine WSS Ignition, the targetting officer suddenly lost sight of the nine remaining PP submerged dreadnaughts. He sent a communication up to the Darkthrone II, which simply stated that the submerged dreadnaughts were above the thermocline and should be hit by the forces up there. They continued to sweep for new enemy submersible forces cautiously. Above the thermocline, the rapidly moving enemy dreadnaughts were detected by the anti-submarine net and were quickly fired upon, hoping to catch them completely unawares as they rose. Eight PP torpedos cruised at very high speeds at the Whyatican subs, but as nearly every ship in the Whyatican navy was equipped with an ASHuM gun of some sort, an eight-torpedo salvo was nearly laughable. One torpedo, limping as it was damaged, exploded near the side of a Torment, crippling it.

On the surface, however, there was a somewhat greater threat in the massive salvo of Exocet missiles launched at the Whyatican fleet. Exocets were horridly outdated compared compared to Whyatican armour and missiles, but in numbers they could do damage. Heavy flak cannons across the fleet opened up as soon as they were within range, putting up clouds of lead and other gunk in the way of PP missiles, shredding them as they attempted to fly through the cloud. Several Exocets struck the sides of Darkthrone II, which shrugged off the salvo as it returned fire. Various escort ships in the picket line and around the capital ships took impacts from Exocets, and had varying responses, the worst being the ship being crippled, and the best having slight damage to the internal structure of the vessel.

Yet more hyper-cavitation torpedos shot through the waters at rapid rates at Whyatican surface vessels, and the ASHuM guns activated once more to deal with this threat, destroying torpedos quickly. Point-Defense torpedos shot out of their tubes, detonating slightly ahead of the PP torpedos, destroying them. The remaining munitions struck the picket line, sinking a couple destroyers and crippling more.

Hundreds of PP heavy railgun shells were targetted by the dual-purpose guns of the Whyatican fleet, their goal being to throw up shells in front of the railgun slugs and knock them off their trajectory or destroy them entirely. They began firing rapidly, tossing out dozens of shells per second. Despite this withering barrage of counterfire, slugs still struck the picket line, destroying several vessels and causing others to list or be crippled entirely.

It was time for the Whyatican Navy to go on the offensive. A staggering salvo of StA missiles were launched across the skies at the remaining PP planes, as well as using the 5" Dual-Purpose guns for close-range anti-air, as the PP planes could no longer rely on their navy to defend them against the missile strikes. The picket-line adapted torpedowall tactics, unloading dozens of heavy super-cavitating torpedos at their opposites in the Psi-Pso fleet. The capital ships of the Whyatican navy returned fire with their massive guns, targetting PP dreadnaughts and other capital ships.

(OOC: You've forgotten a response to my railgun attacks.)

OOC:Apologies, I'll edit my previous post

OCC: Are your ZSUs rocket-based or gunbased? If they are gun-based, I don't think you're going to get a bullet to travel upwards to ranges of 70,000 feet. Which, by the way, is 20,000 higher than today's jet fighters can fly. And so, in short, I'm probably too high for your ZSU's to hit. The missile that is being used to destory your fighters are based on the AIM-54, which has a range of 603,674 feet. I'll post damage after the clarification.
IC:


With the ZSU's now moving to the rear of the massive formation, the Kahanistatni Airforce was clear to engage the Neo Kraven scum with impunity. The Ground Attack Elements made use of this by watching for the approach of anti-air assests. Being lower to the ground, the Ground Attack elements were more vunerable. A small UAV was launched from the Command Airship Steelwing. The UAV was equipped with a sensors that would detect air radars. It dove down, flying fast ahead of the Airship Fleet. Upon discovering the location of the enemy radar emissions, the UAV sent the coordidnates to the 1st and 2nd Fleets. The Fleets then proceeeded to launch air-to-ground missiles in an attempt to knock them out before they could strike at the massive fleet.

The time was up, the Count had an enough of waiting. His money trick did not work. So...plan B was next. Time to bomb the Kraven dogs to Hell and back. Knock them back into the stone age was the plan. It was the plan and it was set for go.

First thing was to mess with the Kraven officers’ and their slaves’ heads. To do that, JWolf had the best radiomen try and take over Kraven radios. Satellites and other things were being used. They only need a few minutes to mess with their heads. Not that long after the radiomen got to work, they got control. Soon after that, a song by a band named Korn began to play. The song’s title is Ya'll Want A Single. The Kraven dogs would get the point with that song.

At the same time as the song was being play, wave after wave of bombers flew in and started dropping bombs on the border of the Dominion and Whytica. Good thing that no Dominion forces were at the border or they would be screwed. The bombers were B-52s to B-1s to B-2s, the bombs ranged from CBU-52 (http://www.fas.org/man/dod-101/sys/dumb/cbu-52.htm) to CBU-89 Gator Mine (http://www.fas.org/man/dod-101/sys/dumb/cbu-89.htm) to MK84 (http://www.fas.org/man/dod-101/sys/dumb/mk84.htm) to MK79 1000lb Napalm. All out bombing war was happening.

Meanwhile...Dominion spy satellites were searching the lands of Whytica. Looking for more targets. Targets like fuel depots and factories. All Hell would rain down on those lands. All because one man commanded it. A man that was a sadist.

A massive air convoy stretching out 2,000 miles in length was underway. Formations of F-1 Hawk squadrons escorting TC-1 Super Tankers and A-1 Alpha attack aircraft. Scattered among them were other aircraft such as E-1s and B-1s and C-1s.

The olive-green painted aircraft were heading towards Kraven territory, maintaining radio silence. Various powerful radars from the E-1s sweeping out to the horizon.

OOC:
Fighters
F-1 Hawk: 420
35 squadrons
F-10A Raptor: 120
10 squadrons
F-10B Raptor: 120
10 squadrons

Attack
A-1 Alpha: 45
Bombers
B-1 Atlas: 30
Transport
C-1 Dropmaster: 134
EW
E-1 Telescope: 12
Tanker
TC-1 Super Tanker: 24

Massive water bursts erupted in front of the fleet as the enemy torpedoes erupted around the submerged dreadnaughts. Admiral Starwin on the bridge of the Honor inquired as to their status. "Sir, we've lost transponder contact with four, and lost contact with the remaining at 2000 meters."
Starwin grimaced, "damn. This sucks."
One of his other officers spoke up. "Sir, missile batteries are automatically switching to BURST rounds."
Starwin considered this for a moment. "Stop the system. Load up EMP missiles."
"As you command."
"Oh, and while you're at it, contact the rear dreadnaughts. Allow them to load BURSTs. Fire ten seconds after we fire. That'll catch them before any of their backups kick in. After that, we'll shell out another EMP round another 20 seconds later to short out back ups."
"Aye sir, it shall be so."

The ship shuddered slightly as 400 EMP missiles were shot off at the approaching fleet, the full number distributed over several ships. One was enough, but they had to gauge counter-measures. Ten seconds later, as ordered, 1000 more white streaks went up from the rear of the fleet as the BURST missiles were fired, just perfectly as to miss the EMP wave, and strike before back up devises kicked in. As the first wave was almost to the target 20 seconds later, an additional 400 EMP missiles were shot off from the fleet.

The admiral was studying his handiwork when a massive column of water erupted off the port bow, followed by a second, third, and fourth off the starboard midship. The ship rocked violently as a shell struck the port number five turret, crippling two of the three barrels. "Admiral-sama, they're using conventional ballistics."
"Thank you. Counter with a CIWS wall." As he spoke, walls of 75mm shells struck into the air. These heavy shells would only require two or three hits before destroying a conventional shell. One of the carriers took a shell to it's mid-ship hangar, detonating tons of jet fuel, but the remaining ships to minimal damage, several listing slightly. "Keep up our own barrage!" The Psi-Pso fleet's rail guns continued firing round after round straight at the Whyaticans.

The Admiral was growing restless. "Contact the Allaneans already in the Red Sea! Get us some support down here! Intel. says the bombers already landed in allied territory. Have them arm up with BLU-92 bombs and get them back in the area!"
"Sir, yes Sir!"
"How far are reinforcments??"
"Admiral-sama, command scrapped together an additional 500 ships from various deployed fleets. They are a day away."
"Good, keep me informed."

The fighters had already turned and were returning to the fleet when the enemy counter fired, rendering the guns useless. The missiles however, were gaining despite the fighters' lead. They threw out chaff and flares, and continued flying straight over their own fleet, allowing for the maximum coverage from CIWS. However, 200 were still claimed. The rest went about attempting to land on the carriers.
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At an undisclosed air base, the ten EB-52 bombers reloaded with BLU-92 fuel air explosives....each with an effective blast radius of 1.5 miles. With reloading and refueling complete, they took to the skies and climbed to 80,000 feet, out of range of anti-air operations, 10 bombs to each craft.

As the hordes of electromagnetic pulse missiles shot through the skies at the Whyatican Navy, automatic systems like the SmartFlak variant came into play, throwing up yet more clouds of metal flak shards, 30mm rounds, and just general gunk into the path of the missiles. However, since these were believed to be EMP missiles, a new tactic was needed. One dozen tactical nuclear missiles were sent up in between the Whyatican fleet and the PP fleet, spread out in a manner that the blast radii overlapped, creating a deadly killzone for missiles to go through. If the initial heat wave or explosive blast did not destroy a missile, the electromagnetic pulse would screw with the targetting and guidance, or the radiation would further mess with the missile. Very few missiles survived to run through the flak and CIWS gauntlets. Missiles had to be very well armoured to survive an impact with a flak cloud or a CIWS shot, and the missile-based interceptors did insult to injury, further destroying missiles prior to impact. As a formation of EMP missiles came within two nautical miles of the picket line, a desperate ship captain launched a small atomic rocket, destroying the missiles but bathing his ship in radiation, slowly killing every unshielded person onboard..

The anti-shipping missile wave did more damage than the EMP waves, not having to deal with the tenacious anti-ballistic missile defenses of the Whyaticans as badly, but still, the picket line and other ships took damage, losing several ships and taking damage to more. Whyatican losses continued to mount, but they still had a 2-1 advantage over the Psi-Pso fleet.

The second EMP wave came in hard, and thousands of interceptor missiles rang out as the fatiguing gunners loaded and fired their VLS cells, destroying the majority of the oncoming missiles before the CIWS and flak systems opened up, further adding to the carnage in the skies. Two missiles struck the right flank of the picket line, blinding the ships. The Captains slaved their systems to a Mimir class tracking ship, which had it's problems but was better than nothing until the engineers could put temporary RADAR and radio systems up.

Onboard the Darkthrone II
"Grand Admiral, heavy bombers are just out of range of our anti-air defenses."

"Launch our Orc fighters, angle some interceptor missiles at points they may drop their bombs. Load up the heavy SAMs and fire, they're better than nothing."

"Aye, Grand Admiral."

On the Gorgoroth class ultracarriers, dozens of wings of Orc point defense fighters prepared for combat and launched, half-dozens at a time. They rapidly gained height, all the while unloading heavy anti-air missiles at the ten bombers in the high skies. The mainstay of the Whyatican Naval Air Arm, the Axim class air superiority fighter, was not to be used quite yet, as it was the ace in their sleeve to the Psi-Pso fighters the next time they were used in combat. The Orc was a very basic design, made for holding off enemy fighters until wings of Axims could arrive.

Psi-Pso railgun fire was withering to the already damaged picket - DP guns continued to blaze, claiming on an average one railgun blast for every three rounds put in it's path. Desperately, some picket line captains raised their main guns in the path of the oncoming rails and fired, being quite effective in stopping a wave. Losses were unavoidable, however, putting holes that were possibly exploitable by the Psi-Pso navy.

Offensive
The Whyatican Navy began it's latest offensive wave with thousands of ASROC missiles, dumping them directly ahead of the fleet so as not to expose the rocket to Psi-Pso CIWS fire. To cover the torpedo waves, the shell salvos continued, targetting the believed flagship of the Psi-Pso fleet with an entire salvo, ranging from 30" to 5" shells. Missile combat wasn't a Whyatican speciality - the Grand Admirals had been trained in gun combat tactics, skimping on the missiles. However, they were proficient in the tactics of their use, as four waves of two hundred EMP missiles each were launched, mixed in with four waves of two hundred dud missiles to protect them from CIWS and ABM defenses, increasing the probability of an EMP missile impacting and giving them some time to figure out a new offensive strike.

Submarines were still relatively unmolested as compared to the rest of the fleet, so the torpedo strikes rang out once more against Psi-Pso submerged assets and picket line ships. Continuing with the torpedowall tactics, the remnants of the picket line fired off their sidemounted and forward mounted torpedo tubes. As the Psi-Pso fleet closed in on the picket line, reinforcement frigates, cruisers, and destroyers filled the gaps to create a cohesive picket line again.

Relief Fleet One...
300Nm and Closing...

The secondary fleet to be provided as reinforcements was steaming as fast as she could, plying through the waters at a blistering 30 knots. Contained in the fleet was a new ship to the Imperial Navy, the Hyperdreadnaught, ICS Samurai. She was by far the largest in the navy, taking two whole dreadnaughts just to equal her length. As they sailed through the twilight of the area, the commanding officer, Admiral John Blackthorne stood on the observation deck, over the bridge. He had been there all day, enjoying the sun and the sea spray. Hurridly, an officer came up behind him. "Admiral-sama, CIC reports that we're now in cannon range of the enemy fleet. We'll be in missile range in six hours, and fighter range in 12."
"Thank you for the update. At this range and the ballistic path needed, their CIWS systems won't be able to intercept rounds at the needed trajectory. Open fire when ready."
"Aye sir."

In front of his eyes, the six of the 8 forward turrets began swinging toward the horizon toward starboard. The other two were confined, being on the other side of the superstructure. Six of 8 aft turrets did so as well. Painstakingly, the barrels of each turret angle up, and the massive ship rocked heavily off axis as a full broadside of 30" railgun rounds fired off. The force was so great that Blackthorne was thrown off his feet. Around his ship in the fleet, other dreadnaughts began firing, the tiny puffs of fire looking like fireflys. The ships would keep firing for the duration of the battle.

(OOC: More later for me too. My hands are cold and it's extremely hard typing. Also, don't forget the second EMP round)

OOC: Whyatica, you forgot to post anything on my bomb runs on the border.

Admiral Starwin could barely believe the amount of fire power bearing down on them. However, he was a trained and tried member of the Imperial Navy, and wouldn't back down. "Hard Starboard, port engines ahead flank, starboard engines back flank. Bow one hundred and eighty degrees!" The two helmsmen repeated his orders back, and executed them. "Fire 15 tacticals now!" The vessel lobbed off 15 tactical nuclear warheads ahead of it as the entire fleet began circling back around on itself. In the approach to the narrow gulf, the 15 weapons' blast radii overlapped, creating a near impentrable barrier of plasma. Their shock wave into the water cut off the torpedoes, destroying them. For a brief instant, the Honor was full broadside to the enemy fleet. It took this time to fire two full broadsides of 11 turrets up and over the blasts. The rest of the fleet jumped in to begin covering fire, firing a combine 2000 BURST anti-shipping missiles in at the small weakpoint created by the second EMP wave. At flank speed, they began to remove themselves from the combat area, while still maintaining a withering hail of railgun rounds from the aft turrets. In the confusion, 4 cruisers, 2 battlecruisers and a dreadnaught had been lost.
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Above the sea battle, the ten stealth bombers detected the assault and gained altitude to 100,000 feet. Their skin prevented the missiles from getting a radar lock, and special nozzels on the engines dissipated excess heat, throwing off any of the heat seekers. Because of their need to remain wholly undetected, they didn't fire any retalitory shots.
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Farther above the battles, a new menace came swiftly in. Ten "Thor" Kinetic Weapons Systems were redirected over the area. Each carried 200 rounds of Tungstung Kinetic Weapons, each little more than a 50 foot tungstung rod. Each one moved in over the Whyatican fleet and let loose its entire arsenal, specifically targetting individual ships using a combined targetting system to prevent overlap except on larger capitol ships. Each was aimed at a point on the ship that was deemed to do the most critical damage.

As the Neo-Kravenite forces advanced, they may not have noticed this, but the Allaneans have not engaged them – but now, as they passed through the desert and entered Kahanistan, they left the Allanean strike force behind.

Bad idea.

And now the 250,000 troops were going for the Kravenite’s rear, the engines of their tanks roaring, missiles and cannon shells screaming through the air as the artillery and MRLS systems began to fire on the move. It was time to rock.


OOC: I’ll post more after talking to Whyatica.

OOC: Well.....looks like this is over.