NationStates Jolt Archive

***SECRET IC***

---Icica, Northern Pythogria, Capitol Police Cell---

It seems the intelligence was correct... a Black Ops agent thought, inside the Kraven installation. This... this... this is an abomination.

The Black ops agent was able to leave without being caught. He reported the new information to his superior.

---Black Ops HQ---

"Sir... you know those Kraven Corporation people?"

"Yes, the people our government told us to avoid?"

"Well... that intelligence you debunked about a birthing facility in Icica..."

"Yes?"

"It's true."

The superior agent's jaw almost hit the floor. "... This needs to go straight to the Supreme General himself. Z wil ltakle it personally."

"Yes, sir."

---Imperial Palace---

"Sir, urgent message from Black Ops!" the Advisor told the Supreme General, Khonsu Izakabad.

"What is it?"

"Those Kraven people... you know those birthing facilities and all that? Capitol Police?"

"Yes?"

"There's a facility in Icica."

"... What the... here, I want you to contact our allies! Now! Don't declare war... no... not yet. I want support. Once we have support... I want Kraven crushed, incenerated, and chucked into space. Understood?"

"Yes sir. For now?"

"Leave the facility alone."

"Yes sir."

***END SECRET IC***

To: All Pythogrian Allies

From: Pythogria

Encryptment: MAXIMUM

Re: Kraven Cell

Text:

A Kraven Corporation cell of unknown strength has been detected in our most northern city, Icica. We need support in clearing Kraven out, as if we attack the cell, we will be pretty much devastated. We ask, nay, plea, for your help in this undertaking. Please, in the name of Zarathumdra, help us!

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To:Pythogria
Encryptment: MAXIMUM
From: PLANT Supreme coucnil

my nation understands and will have to wait to see what you find Kraven is a sleeping giant you dont want to wake it unless you can kill it

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Business went on as usual in the commonwealth the PLANT development project was on track the military was at condition green all was calm

To: Pythogria
From: Mediator Maaschian, head of Moanthan Foreign Affairs.
Encyption: MAXIMUM
Subject: Millitary aid

Moantha is willing to lend you our Black Ops Squad, as well as Squad One of the Moanthan Fighting Corps, provided the latter can be supplied with Pythogian uniforms.

A courier from the PRLNI visits a trusted member of your government to pass on this communique:

"The People's Republic of Liberated New Ireland is ready to show its open support to your nation. We are willing to send Proffesional Divisions Eight and Nine, and Kern Legions Seven and Ten. In addition, we will be able to send further support as the violence in our region dies down."

A message was immediately sent to the Pythogrian government on a heavily encrypted channel.

We are at a standoff with Kraven forces on two fronts right now, and will support on this front as well. For the moment, we do not know of what forces will be availiable for use on this front of the war against Kraven, but we will devote our forces to it. Kraven must be stopped, in any way possible.

Greyson looked over the report on his desk. "Damnit," he snarled, "There's no way we can count on Pythogria for help now. They're going to have their hands more than full."

"So we have to delay?"

"No. The inaugaration is tomorrow. We go on as planned."

*at a ZAFT military R&D building*

Gil: so this is the new weapon?

worker: yes sir the YMF-01B we call it the GINN Trainer

Gil: why the GINN Trainer?

Technician: i can fill that in you see sir this model will be sent to the training facilities while the mass production model will have a complete different look

Gil: oh i see and what of the ion cannons?

Technician: all three will be ready for launch in a week

OOC: am useing this to set up my new tech coming in well some
http://www.gundamofficial.com/worlds/ce/mechanics/images/ms_ginntrainer_a.gif this is the GINN Trainer

Mariposa, Lost Hills

"Let's wrap up this meeting. Is there anything else you guys want to talk about?"

The President was in an especially congenial mood today, especially after having dodged an incredibly embarassing sexual harassment scandal. A couple million dollars of government money goes a long way.

"We received a communique from Pythogria yesterday. Looks like they're having some problems with...Kraven."

With the mention of Kraven, a collective shudder made its way around the table. They had all heard the stories about the birthing facilities and the slave states. The Generals sitting there thought back to the tactical reports they had read about past engagements other nations had had with Kraven. It wasn't very encouraging.

A shout came from the Secretary of the Interior.

"We need to help Pythogria with everything we've got! We can't allow Kraven to spread any further."

"We can't possibly defeat them. Have you heard about their massive tanks..."

A General piped up.

"We are confident that with the new missiles from OMASC/NDI and the new fighters from Tyrandis, we can defeat any threat that comes our way."

"Navy?"

"We picked up some new anti-air vessels from Kriegzimmer, along with a bunch of new shiny heavy Galleons. We'll probably be fine."

"Your arrogance will be our undoing."

The Secretaries all decided that Kraven needed to be stopped. If the menace were to spread, many more democratic nations would fall under its jackboots and Lost Hills itself would be at risk.

"Start military mobilization. I want naval formations ready to start moving out with Marines as soon as possible. Get Civil Defense on the horn. We might have to prep for a land war in Lost Hills if the battle in Pythogria doesn't go well."

"Are we declaring war?"

"Not yet. Send a message to Pythogria. Let's solidify this alliance."



Lost Hills Department of State
Dist: Secret

To: Pythogria

Lost Hills will answer your call for aid with military power. Kraven has been waging war with too many countries for far too long a time. It is now our collective responsibility to wipe out the menace.

Lost Hills is prepared to dispatch military units to Pythogria immiediately to aid in any operations necessary. We look forward to working with you.

(OOC: The dialogue in this post involves the three fronts Cravan is involved in, but I thought it would tie in better if I mentioned them. Also note that if you know what is said during this meeting, you are committing a huge godmod)

It was a cool morning in Cravna, the spring air blowing gently through the opened window. The view was spectacular, right down Imperial Blvd., and straight into the Imperial Square. The Emperor sat on the window sill, looking out on his citizens going about their daily business. He laughed to himself, knowing they had no clue of the dangers which lurked so far away from this little piece of land. He looked up to see the massive skyscrapers of the Commerce District, and watched the city bustle with activity.

The office was also occupied by the five highest military commanders in the nation, along with key intelligence and political officials. Each of them voicing their opinion on the threat of the Kraven Corporation.

"Sir, I suggest we call off all hostilities with the Aequatian forces around Al Kahif, and try to enter into an alliance with them. Trying to fight Kraven would be an utterly impossible task while hostile with Aequatio!"

The Emperor looked over at him, straightening his tie in the process.

"I've already given Admiral Hale permission to engage in negotiations with the Aequatians. Seeing as there is a Kraven fleet in the area."

He then looked to the Director of Homeland Security.

"How safe are our borders?"
"Well, sir, our borders are safe for the moment. Oramistan to the north and Couriers for B BG a to the south offer good protection. We have our key naval bases conducting regular and random patrols to ensure that the area remains secure, and as I've heard from the Director of the Navy we have a wolf pack deployed in the gulf. We should be safe from a surprise attack. It's the colonies I'm worried about."

The Emperor looked to the Director of State.

"How are the defenses of the colonies?"
"Well, sir... The guards are on their usual duties, but they can't hold off an invasion. I suggest reinforcing them with something substantial."
"Thank you."

He stood up, and walked to his desk. He picked up a manilla envelope, and tossed it to the Director of Defense. He opened it, and inside were hi-res satellite photos of the Kraven fleet in Al Kahif.

"I want you to evaluate their overall capabilities with the information enclosed in that envelope. You have the IDI at your disposal, so get to work."

He looked to his main generals in the room.

"I want battle plans drawn up for this conflict within seventy-two hours. One plan for the Pythogrian front, one for the Al Kahif front, and one for the Orezian front. Seventy-two hours."
"Yes, sir.", they all chimed in at once.

The Emperor looked at everyone in the office, looking to all of them.

"This is the largest threat we have ever faced, people, and I want options to end this as quickly as possible. Got it? I want you all back in here in three days with a progress update. Alright? Good."

They slowly filed out, and when the last left the Emperor closed the double oak doors. He returned to the window sill, and watched his people.

If only they knew..., he thought. If only they knew.

TO: The Trulty Great Nations that have Assisted Us
FROM: Pythogria
ENCRYPTION: MAXIMUM
RE: Kraven
TEXT:

Pythogria is simply without words to thank you all.

Moantha:

We would be happy to supply your foces with our CAICS uniforms.

Liberated New Ireland:

We thank you for your divisions very much.

Lost Hills:

We give you our EXPRESS permission to deploy your armies on our lands. EXPRESS permission.

Cravan:

we welcome what you can give.

In addition, to all of you:

After this conflict is over, Pythogria wil lrepay you all in any way we possibly can. Your forces are all welcome, with our EXPRESS permission.



The Supreme General smiled. His nation may survive after all. "Wow..." he said. "Truly... wow."

"So, sir... when should we strike?"

"As soo nas we can. Once our allies are here... Kraven will pay!"

OOC: Got to go now. You can RP your troops coming to my lands. Just note theres no roads so you can borrow my Caryalls (planes that lift vehicles) to move around.

OOC: No roads? No problem! All Cravanian military vehicles are approved for offroad use!

There were already Cravanian forces present in Pythogria, still assisting with the reconstruction efforts ever since the little nuclear mishap. They were ordered to redezvous with Pythogrian forces nearby for information on what was happening. Meanwhile, an advance force was onboard a few transport planes, scheduled to land wihtin a few hours. Until the main battle plans were made, however, the main Cravanian force would be kept at home.

The carrier group already in the general area moved in closer to support any operations which may occur, and they were put on constant alert. This was currently the only theatre of combat against Kraven which did not have the support of a Triton-class vessel. However, they had to make do with what they had.

Private Leah Walsh of Kern Legion Seven craned her neck, trying to see Commanding General Sean O'Connor as he made his speech. They were standing in a muster field, just outside Limerick. The Commander was making a speech for the troops.
"In a few short hours, you will be landing in the airfields of Pythagoria, not just for our sakes, not just for the sake of our ally, but for the sake of that tenet which we hold most dear: Freedom." There was a pause, and slowly, dry laughter filled the air. "That sounded good, didn't it?" The Commander let out another bark of laughter. "I've never been good at speeches. Leave it to the politicians, I say!" There was a roar of cheering. "I'm proud of each and every one of you. I don't know how soon you will be coming home, or how many of you will return. But, when you do come back, know that you will be a hero, in my eyes, and in the eyes of everyone of your countrymen. Go forth and kick ass, soldiers!" There was a swell of cheering, and the various officers and NCOs began organizing the troops and began moving them into the personnel aircraft that had been borrowed for the occaision.
Leah Walsh gripped her new AK-47 rifle tightly and swallowed nervously as she was seated. All too soon, her aircraft was being directed to the ground in a foreign nation.

Private Leah Walsh of Kern Legion Seven craned her neck, trying to see Commanding General Sean O'Connor as he made his speech. They were standing in a muster field, just outside Limerick. The Commander was making a speech for the troops.
"In a few short hours, you will be landing in the airfields of Pythagoria, not just for our sakes, not just for the sake of our ally, but for the sake of that tenet which we hold most dear: Freedom." There was a pause, and slowly, dry laughter filled the air. "That sounded good, didn't it?" The Commander let out another bark of laughter. "I've never been good at speeches. Leave it to the politicians, I say!" There was a roar of cheering. "I'm proud of each and every one of you. I don't know how soon you will be coming home, or how many of you will return. But, when you do come back, know that you will be a hero, in my eyes, and in the eyes of everyone of your countrymen. Go forth and kick ass, soldiers!" There was a swell of cheering, and the various officers and NCOs began organizing the troops and began moving them into the personnel aircraft that had been borrowed for the occaision.
Leah Walsh gripped her new AK-47 rifle tightly and swallowed nervously as she was seated. All too soon, her aircraft was being directed to the ground in a foreign nation.


OOC: I must say, darn good speech.

Oh, and Cravan, I use footpaths, conveyor belts, and bullet trains.

OOC: Yeah, but there has to be areas where offroad vehicles can go. It can't be all dense jungles and whatnot.

IC:

The four massive planes touched down in Pythogria, letting off the advance force. It was dark outside, and the men donned their gear and prepared to disembark from the aircraft.

Young lieutenant Richard Dryson walked off the plane, his C56A rifle held close to his chest. This was his first foreign deployment, and although he was in an allied country, he didn't know what to expect.

The only light on the runway came from the control tower in the distance and the headlights of passing military vehicles. He joined up with the rest of his squad, with a death grip on his rifle. He examined the device, looking at the black synthetic stock which hugged his shoulder so comfortably. He looked at the scope mounted on top, and watched as the light reflected dance about. He checked the safety, and fumbled around with his underslung grenade launcher which came standard on all rifles.

"All right men. Listen up.", he heard the colonel who was assigned as the commander of the Cravanian advance force shout over the constant noise of the airfield. "Our objective here is to assist Pythogria in an attack on a Kraven Corporation facility discovered in the northern area of the country. We don't know when this offensive will be taking place, so you all get to sit tight for now. You are to report to the main building here at the airfield for a headcount, and we'll set up a camp someplace nearby. Understood?"

There were scattered 'Yes, sirs' yelled from throughout the crowd, and once again Dryson was moving. He had since become a little more relaxed, and his rifle was now at a safer position. However, he still felt uncomfortable.

OOC: Where you are (near my capital) it's a few forests and plains.

IC:

---Secret---

To allies:

The ofensive will occur as soon as our foces have ammassed.

My soldiers are camping out in the forests around your capital, trying to keep as stealthy as possible. Also, I'm assuming that your country is warm/tropical. If i'm wrong correct me.

Leah sweated as she leaned up against the tree she was posted at. She cradled her rifle on her shoulder, and wiped at her eyes. Even though she was surrounded by her squadmates, the darkness of the night, and silence of the soldiers made it seem like she was all alone.
Her Captain spoke up. "Alright, as soon as the rest of the task force gets here, we're gonna move out and start the battle. We've been volunteered to start the show, ladies, so get ready." Leah swallowed. She was a few hours away from her first battle. I'm gonna die. She shook her head resignedly.

My soldiers are camping out in the forests around your capital, trying to keep as stealthy as possible. Also, I'm assuming that your country is warm/tropical. If i'm wrong correct me.

Leah sweated as she leaned up against the tree she was posted at. She cradled her rifle on her shoulder, and wiped at her eyes. Even though she was surrounded by her squadmates, the darkness of the night, and silence of the soldiers made it seem like she was all alone.
Her Captain spoke up. "Alright, as soon as the rest of the task force gets here, we're gonna move out and start the battle. We've been volunteered to start the show, ladies, so get ready." Leah swallowed. She was a few hours away from her first battle. I'm gonna die. She shook her head resignedly.

OOC: Icica is arctic (as the mountains are), lower than that it's like Alberta, getting warmer until it goes tropical. Where you are, right now, it's like the Alberta prairies.

Maximum Security Transmission FROM: The Democratic Republic of Hamilay
TO: The Benevolent Dictatorship of Pythogria

The Republic of Hamilay will assist you in this war against The Kraven Corporation. Although we have currently sent the bulk of Hamilay's navy and professional army to war in Vuhifell, we will be able to mobilise one naval battle group and land forces consisting of approximately three divisions of infantry and armour, the units not determined at this time. If this is acceptable, our forces will depart ASAP for Pythogria, and will arrive in the next few days.

Icica, Kraven Facility

The time was right, The Vast shutter doors of the underground facility were slowly opened, sirens and warning lights emitted into the deafening roar of arctic winds...

Inside on the metal plating of the floors thousands of jet black jackboots marched in perfect time, each troopers footfalls were perfectly placed, each one like the first, every troopers eyes were looking in the same direction, those unholy glowing red eyes, those eyes that burnt into the very souls of those who gazed into them, their GPMG's were held ready, cradled in their arms like a child of bullets and parts...

The Capitol Police marched into the snow storm, their armour protecting them from the elements, as one by one their Optical Mags automatically switched to flare comp, adjusting the lenses to the harsh, bleak, white out of the arctic winds....

Engineers, and other forces, including a few Leman Russ battle tanks that had been smuggled into the country in parts over a course of several months, until finaly they had sixteen, their engines roared in sheer power as the monstrosities were surged forward and out into the arctic snow, the tracks churning the white powder up as they moved into a flanking position, the winds battering the sides of the tanks as they continued fowards, flanking the Coloum of Capitol Police....

Inside the city, things would have progressed as normal, unaware of the horror that was approaching, the systematic, almost robotic march of Corporate forces, of the Capitol Police...

the first signal that anything was out of the ordinary was on the high street as a Leman Russ battle tank came crashing through a shop front, glass, rubble and clothes came spilling out into the street as the immense engines of the Leman Russ poured thick black vapours into the street...

Following closely behind were the Capitol Police, they mercilessly cut down civilians left and right, their GPMG's hammering away, as people, screamed in terror, running for their lives, escaping this death that had come from know where...

Capitol Police marched down streets, through alleys, stormed into buildings...

A Squad stormed into a store, literally running through the glass pane window, their red eyes quickly switching to thermal optics and pinpointing everyone in the room in a matter of seconds, following the sudden entrance came a sweep of well placed GPMG fire, the 7.62mm bullets tore through the civilians like they were paper, like they were nothing, their bodies lay, torn and broken in an horrific fashion...

In one apartment, several Capitol Police now stormed the stair case, moving at inhuman speed, as their armour plates clanked together, one by one the rooms were cleared, the women dragged down the stairs, the men forced to watch as loved ones and relatives were forced to their knees and shot by an unfeeling and uncaring enemy... the men were dragged into the streets, forced to watch as their wives and neighbours were loaded into the back of small lorries and taken to a fate worse than death...

Churches were stormed, where many people, catholics ran to hide, hoping that God would protect them from this red eyed deamons, hoping that their faith would be absolute and hoping that some one some where would bring a miracle...

But it would come too late, Several Capitol Police, smashed down the wooden doors to the church, the massive Leman Russ making little effort of the wooden door, as the vehicle reversed after smashing them down..

The Congregation was dragged from their pues, their hiding places, any place where someone may hide, the Capitol Police tore them from their place of protection and forced them out into the streets...

they were all forced down on their knees in the snow, as one by one they were made to watch as the Capitol Police brought their Priests out infront of them, they too were dragged to their knees, forced to bow before their red eyed masters...

A Reichmarshal, clad in a long black trench coat strode out onto the street, is black staff car parked across the way...

"People of Pythogria, Forget your Gods, In Kraven there is only one thing to worship and that is Kraven itself... "

The Reichmarshal placed two rounds in the head of each Priest, letting their bodies slump to the ground, blood seeping onto the snow from a .50cal head wound, women, children, men, the young and the old all cried out as the priests were executed....one Priest began to pray, pray for forgiveness... praying for the souls of the Kraven Officers...

"What are you doing Priest?... Praying?... "

the Reichmarshal dragged a young girl from the crowed and brought her infront of the priest, forcing the child to her knees, making sure the priest could look directly into her eyes...

"God Is not Here Today Priest......"

The Reichmarshal uttered, while bringing the .50cal Pistol to the girls head and liberally spreading her brains across the pavement...

The Kraven War Machine was touching Pythogria, as the Capitol Police forces advanced, subdueing the city one street at a time, the Engineer Korpz followed, reinforcing areas, putting up road blocks, machine gun nests, pill boxes, while at the same time, Engineers moved from building to building, placing Kraven Banners on the windows, draping them over the sills, from every building the Flag of Kraven flew....

It was a dark time for Pythogria....

The screen shut off.

"Rey, do you see what they are up against?" asked General Sanchez. "These Kravens are slowly taking over our ally. Once they take them, there is nothing stopping them from coming to us or the rest of the region."

"What do you suggest general?" asked Rey Eduardo.

"I suggest we help our allies in Pythogria now!" exclaimed the general. "If they fall, then it is only a matter of time before they come to us."

"Agreed. Pythogria has been our ally for many years. It is time to help them. Send in our troop immediately."

"Yes, Rey."

"General!"

"Yes Rey?"

"I am sending agent Paranoia of the SCOPE (Special Covert Operations and Psychic Espionage) Agency. He will be joining us in this fight as well as Wrath."

"Sir! Are you sure?"

"I am absolutely. We need all of the soldiers we can get. Make preperations to extract them immediately!"

"Y...yes sir."

Blue Ice Cloning Facility, North Voltaia

"Master Lucian, we have learned of an invasion taking place in the nation of Pythogria."

Lucian was staring at the Intelligence Officer who stared back, Lucian rarely spoke and simply expected his followers to tell him the situation so that he could report it to the Leader.

"Errr, the Attackers seem to be the Capitol Police of the Kraven Corporation, I thought the Leader might be interested."

Lucian motioned for the Officer to leave, the door swang open and the Officer walked out quickly, Lucian creeped him out, but the Leader creeped him out more.

**** **** ****

Toxitroops formed up, 6 across and 10 deep, with 10 blocks filling the hall in which the leader looked down, he had long dreamed of fighting for the Kraven Corporation, a nation which he had taken certain ideals from.

"Loyal Toxitroops, you have been called for an assitance in fighting off a nation which has been deemed an enemy."

The Toxitroops stared bug with thier Green Bug Eyes, the green tinted Armour which provided little protection from anything but poisons, shined back at the Leader who smiled.

"You, and 10 other Regiments like you will be briefed soon but for now I ask that you prepare for conflict, train more now than you ever have in your lives."

(OOC: How do I get in contact with Kraven?)

Squad One of the MFC were the best Moantha had to offer. Two hundred men who had been trained to push themselves to their limits and beyond. Now, they were wearing Pythogrian uniforms, and preparing for a fight beyond any they had ever imagined.

The leader, Leonard Mann stood staring at the sunset. "Sir," asked one of the men, "If we win this, what does that make us."

A faint smile tugged at Mann's lips. "Heroes, boys, heroes."

The order came down from High Command: All PRLNI units were moving north, to slow the advance of the Capitol Police, and buy their allies time.

Leah marched forward with the rest of the squad, barely even feeling the cold. Her legs moved in time with everyone else's, but Leah couldn't feel them. They had all seen footage of the massacre, and realized that, while they were certainly outgunned, it was their moral responsibility to fight the Kraven soldiers.

OOC: Pythogria your from alberta? lol welcome to the big club....any way war starting so time for my cool post from my point of view

Cosmic Era 07 Tensions were mounting between Pythogria and The Kraven Corporation due to a attack on Pythogria these tensions soon escalated into a full scale war it was a forgon conclusion that the numerically superior Kraven Corporation would be victorious but those conclusions soon proved wrong its was up to Pythogria and its allies to stop The Kraven Corporation from a full scale invasion of the world

Central Command, Mariposa, Lost Hills

The satellite downlink was functioning perfectly. SATINT of Pythogria would be essential if Lost Hills was to intervene militarily. The new satellites were able to resolve images to the nearest six inches. Twelve of them were now trained on northern Pythogria, some scanning the visible spectrum, but others covering the IR bands as well.

"Uhhh...looks like some sort of mobilization in Icica. Troops are in the city as we speak. Analysts are counting at least 15 heavy vehicles, possibly more. This should be classified as a Class 1 engagement."

"Are they Pythogrians?"

"Pythogrians probably wouldn't shoot their own citizens so brazenly."

A Lieutenant with the intelligence service came rushing in with a message from the Cabinet. Central Command was instructed to support Pythogria by all means possible. Lost Hills had just declared war on the Kraven Corporation.

"Send an airborne division out there to support the Pythogrians immiediately. Deploy the rest of our troops after."

Task Force Alpha

The LHS Sovereign was the flagship of the Lost Hills' fleet, representing some of the most powerful naval technology available in the world.

The Overlord Class Super Dreadnought was one of sixteen in the fleet, a fleet whose formations covered roughly 125 square nautical miles in area. Eighteen Empire Class Battle Carriers provided air support for the dreadnoughts. The combined air wings of the Carriers and Dreadnoughts included thousands of fighters, bombers, CSA birds, and electronic warfare planes.

A total of fifty-two battleships of the Lord and Chieftain classes provided a net covering the entire formation. Their heavy guns would serve to defend the Dreadnoughts and Carriers should any engagement with Kraven arise.

Hundreds of destroyers, cruisers, and submarines provided a screen for the entire fleet. The supply vessels and tenders were protected as well.

Among the ships of the fleet, landing craft and cargo vessels carried no less than twenty divisions of various kinds. Infantry, armor, airborne, Marine; everything was covered.

Steaming at 30 knots toward Pythogria, they would arrive within time to assist in an attack against Kraven. A CAP of Xeon Air Superiority Fighters was up at all times.

20th Airborne Division (Light), in Pythogrian airspace

"Alright boys, listen up! We're ten minutes out from the objective. Expect friendlies in the area. Remember! In a crisis, you do not rise to the occasion, but sink to your training. Remember what we've taught you, and you'll all come home."

Colonel Walker's voice echoed throughout the C-130J transport as he stared hard into the faces of the sixty-odd troopers under his command. The rest of the Division, roughly 20,000 more, were dropping with them about thirty kilometers from Icica. The Hercules planes would turn back toward Pythogrian airfields as soon as the troopers were all dropped.

"Green light! Everyone out!"

Thousands of parachutes started opening up in the skies above Pythogria. Even now, chaos was beginning. The pilots, nervous at being shot down and captured by Kraven, were more jittery than usual. More than one mid-air collision occurred between the transport planes, with over 200 men being lost in the carnage. An additional 147 suffered injuries from the drop onto foreign soil, most minor and treatable. Unfortunately, a plane strayed too close to the Kraven lines and was destroyed by a SAM.

The troopers of the 20th Airborne were very highly trained in containtment. During the last election, they were called out in force in response to a martial law order from the Executive Branch. The quelled several uprisings in the cities of Lost Hills.

Unfortunately, that doesn't translate all too well to the arctic climate of the Icican region. The troopers thanked God for their T-51C advanced powered armor, capable of stopping most 7.62mm rounds. Sealed into the warm climate of their suits, they switched on their thermal vision and linked up with their unit commanders.

Speading out, the troopers took up defensive positions in the area. Without much heavy equipment (some M-8 Buford armored guns had been dropped in), they were stuck digging trenches and hoping for the best.

"Sir! Orders coming in from CENTCOM. Looks like they want us to probe the city."

"Send a company up. Let's see what we're up against."

1/592, 18km from Icica

1st Bn, 592nd Infantry Regiment (Airborne) sent up Alpha Company to check out Icica.

The troops spread out in a staggered formation, with their tactical rifles ready to fire at any threats in the area, their HUDs displaying any thermal signatures or movement in the area. It would be easy to be blinded if the troops weren't in the armor.

Moving forward, they didn't know what to expect.

Seventh Kern Legion, 5km from Icica

Leah crouched with the rest of the squad, straining her ears. The point squad was fifty meters ahead.

She heard someone scream "Incoming" and the sound of gunfire filled the air. She worked the bolt on her AK, and moved forward, looking for the enemy.

OOC: Wow, this moved fast...

IC: The Kraven Corporation: the name synonomous with envy and despise among the Dominion governmental elite, an aspiration of name to simply drool at, that one day the Dominion would be as well known, with a full belt of victories over subjugated nations. And of course by now the Dominion intelligence had plenty of information about the flaring tensions between Kraven and the Dominion's sometime-ally, Pythogria. A perfect oppurtunity for the apprentice to depose of the master.
Emperor Kyp Droma, the dark leader of the offensive and militarized nation, did not want to know the statistics: That Kraven had one multiple victories over outmatched opponents, that the Dominion arsenal was not up to par with Kraven's, that surely this was not a smart undertaking. This was beside the dictator, the one who had swiftly and solely assumed command of the nation in a bloody coup. Surely more blood didn't hurt anybody. So as Pythogria's plea for aid was taken in by the Dominion, Droma saw the slip he wanted to insert his military into a place of power from where he could expand and conquer...and maybe suck a little out of Pythogria, too.
Per Droma's direct orders, a limited and somewhat vague communication was directed to be dispatched quickly and secretly to Pythogria. It would state the intentions to assist, but leave the amount of assistance up for grabs. Fear in the ally would inspire them to fight harder, and thereby lose more of their own forces.

Encrpyted Communication
Channel X-85-B9

Directed: Pythogria
Origination: Amazonian Dominion
Directive: Droma

It has come to the intention of mine, and my empire, that the Kraven Dogs now attempt to poise their will on your unsuspecting nation. We let it known that this grab for the seat of power by the corrupt and immoral firm will not be tolerated, and is to be crushed. A military dispatch, led by Imperial Lord Sion, shall be sent to assist you in the crusade against the advancing Kraven forces. We shall enter by sea.

-Kyp Droma
Emperor, Amazonian Dominion

The Kraven Forces had watched the Lost Hills men come down in parachute formation, this was of no concern to Kraven, a few men in powered suits couldn't match up to the awesome fire power of a Leman Russ, so the Kraven officers overseeing the operation ordered several of the Leman Russ battle tanks to re-route and deal with the new targets, as well as several units of supporting Infantry...

From the Under ground bunker of the Facility strode a second detachment of Capitol Police, this time however the new Centurians, they marched in time like their bretheren before, but this time carried huge flags and banners depicting the Twin Hammers of Kraven...

Within Several minutes they had spanned out and begun taking up defensive positions or guarding Civilains, however these Capitol Police were different in the fact they did not actively engage the Civilians, they were there to guard the city from hostiles, not to butcher the resistance, that was the job of the Regular Capitol Police...

The Leman Russ's had now penetrated the outer regions of the city, and with the various thermal optics and other Optical arrays, pinpointed and begun the attack on the Lost hills men, using 170mm Smooth bore battle cannons, a total of five of the origonal sixteen now moved to engage the Lost Hills formation, sitting well out of enemy range, and using their sheer fire power to hopefully decemate the enemy positions...

these new enemies would regret facing Kraven so openly and so brashly..

Seventh Kern Legion, 5km from Icica

Leah crouched with the rest of the squad, straining her ears. The point squad was fifty meters ahead.

She heard someone scream "Incoming" and the sound of gunfire filled the air. She worked the bolt on her AK, and moved forward, looking for the enemy.

The Capitol Police, like Lost Hills had watched the forces of New Ireland approaching, the vast tundra, arctic wasteland gave little cover for troops to advance, and with the thermal optics of Kraven Capitol Police, the soldiers of New Ireland stuck out like sore thumbs...

A small force, supported by a Leman Russ battle tank was sent out to 'greet' these troops, instantly, the Leman Russ, as it came into view, opened fire, a defening roar of fire errupted from the 170mm smooth bore battle cannon and sent a massive fire ball rolling up into the sky, shrapnel and dirt was sent flying in all directions while the side sponson assault cannons opened fire, covering the enemy location in lead...

The Kraven Capitol Police continued to advance under the protective force that was the Leman Russ...

Message To The Kraven Corporation
From The Toopoxican Organisation

We have our forces at the ready to assist you in your war against Pythogria, as it is understood you are currently operating in the Northern part of the nation, if you require assistance we would be honoured to aid you, if however you have some other location of importance we will follow.

Message End.

Message To The Kraven Corporation
From The Toopoxican Organisation

We have our forces at the ready to assist you in your war against Pythogria, as it is understood you are currently operating in the Northern part of the nation, if you require assistance we would be honoured to aid you, if however you have some other location of importance we will follow.

Message End.

To: Toopoxia
From: The Area Obersturm Furhrer

Your forces are greatly appreciated by our Command, it would aid us greatly if your forces could launch an attack in southern Pythogria, splitting the country in two and forcing them to fight of more than one front.

Area Obersturm Furhrer Rikhael

"Jesus Christ!" The round from the Leman Russ hit, and decimated her squad. Leah was sent tumbling across the tundra, and came to a stop fifty feet away from where she originally stood. Right next to her was a dismembered arm.
It was clutching a loaded RPG-7. Leah scrabbled towards it, aimed at the Leman Russ, and fired, praying for a miracle.

"Jesus Christ!" The round from the Leman Russ hit, and decimated her squad. Leah was sent tumbling across the tundra, and came to a stop fifty feet away from where she originally stood. Right next to her was a dismembered arm.
It was clutching a loaded RPG-7. Leah scrabbled towards it, aimed at the Leman Russ, and fired, praying for a miracle.

The RPG struck the Leman Russ squarely in the front, the Vehicle stopped moving, as though it had been taken out and its crew were dead, before that idea was suddenly and brutally dispelled by a huge burst of engine fumes and the loud V8 engines roaring in anger...

The Tank lurched ever closer, as Capitol Police now advanced on Leah, weapons held ready, the Command Relay watching the events unfold through the Optical Systems of the Capitol Police send a new order to all the troops present..

"Target Female soldier, To be brought back to Command Centre Alive for Interrogation..."

Every Trooper responded with a resounding and mechanical..

"By Your Command" as they approached ever closer, their blood red eyes glowing in the darkness, penetrating the very soul of Leah...

Leah's eyes widened as she saw the Capitol Police marching toward her. She stumbled backwards, and, lacking a rifle, drew her sidearm and fired off the entire clip, wishing they would just kill her.

Buried in permafrost several meters away, Lucas Murphy watched the scene, wishing he could move to help his squadmate, but his muscles wouldn't obey him, and Murphy could only drop his head against the frozen dirt as the CPs approached her.

1/592, 18km from Icica

Massive explosions and fireballs started going up all around the men of Alpha Company. An entire squad was vaporized in an instant by a 170mm shell.

Seeing no possible way to eliminate the enemy tanks by simply sitting around, Captain Rick Anderson ordered his troops to advance fast, hugging the ground toward the enemy units.

Though this advance cost the lives of roughly fifty more troopers, the Captain was within range of striking the Lemon Russ tanks with his AT-7 Vazooka anti-tank rounds.

"Tango down! Fire off those Vazookas!"

Of the remaining 150 men in the company, 90 were carrying Vazookas. They fired them off now, aiming for the main gun and sides of the behemoths. The other men laid down covering fire, firing their DR-83 tactical rifles at the CP. It was unknown whether the blended metal rounds would be effective against the enemy troops.

Captain Anderson fired furiously at the advancing CP, sending round after round into the enemy troops. Noticing something that may work to his advantage, he transmitted a message across the entire battlenet.

"Aim for the neck. The enemy troops have weak armor at that point."

HQ, 20th Airborne Division (Light)

"They're coming!"

The troopers dug in, waiting for the enemies to arrive. Troops fingered triggers and armed ATGMs. They would give the CP a hell of a fight.

Nova Oceana, Amazonian Dominion

Thousands of gray-armored soldiers, fully clad in the latest in heat-masking refractive armor, marched down the open causeways to the beached transports, AR-29 rifles carried vertical against their right shoulders. Behind cruised the T-20 Wraith tanks, light, fast, and packing a significant punch in their twin 85mm hellbores mounted on a single turret, flanked by several smaller guns of various shape and function. Capping the end of the formation came the massive artillery pieces and the T-22 Pursuer tanks, massively armed with 160mm hellbore cannons squarely on the frontal turret of the behemoths, rocket pods flanking the heavy cannon with additional odd-looking guns. Each tank took a large crew to handle, but compensated with an incredible fire output and armor dense enough to withstand bomb hits. Rolling onto the transports, the crouds gathered on the streets of Nova Oceana could only watch.
Off the coast, submarines were densely packed in huge numbers, armed with new torpedoes to induce electric charges for additional damage on top of the high-explosive cores. The latest in jamming technology was introduced to lure off A/S missiles or torpedoes. Naval helicopters dotted the sky, designs with downward-facing rotors to allow for greater speed and manuverability, missiles hanging off of outboard racks, a 7-barrel 30mm machine gun slotted underneath the cockpit. Several Phoenix interceptors patrolled the skies with a Farseer AWACS craft, a sharp eye out for any disturbances. All this new innovation recently in the military had been spent a fortune on, but to the warlord Emperor who cast his hand over the nation, this was far from done. But for now it would suffice. This advance force was nearing completion of boarding, and the main attack group would board shortly later.

The Rounds hammered off the various armoured plating of the Capitol Police, their armour was perfectly situated to this style of fighting, an enemy, frightened and in dispair, firing for her life but not aiming, classic spray and pray, something which made Capitol Police armour even more effective...

As Leah's clip eventually ran out of bullets, the Capitol Police were on top of her, and the last thing she saw in the dark were those peircing red eyes and a swift rifle butt to the face....

The Capitol Police dragged her away as the Leman Russ remained watch over the Proceedings, the rest of the unit sent out to engage the New Ireland forces kept on watch, looking for any more enemy forces present...


Within a few minutes of walking, Leah, still being dragged unconcious, was brought through the belly of the beast, Civilians were stood in rows, their hands upon their heads, while more Capitol Police watched over the proceedings, Leman Russ battle tanks patrolled the streets, while Centurians patroled the area, stood on buildings and watching for the enemy assault, while various Kraven Military Captains watched the civilians being loaded into trucks, their names being taken down, while a Kraven Scientist began to tattoo the civilians and placing a bar code on the back of their necks..

Kraven Banners flew from various buildings, as they dragged her towards the Mayors House and governmental building, now serving as a Kraven Field Command....

at the ZAFT military Fortress of Messiah the fleet was getting ready to move to another fortress, ZAFT's new SHADN (Super heavy Assault Dreadnought) was with it the massive ship was armed to the teeth the fllet moved out to a Fortress were they could better moniter the situation

OOC: dont think my ship can be big enough? i got photos
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TVs

Magazines

Newspaper

All over La Ciudad de Azur, Edoniakistanbabweagua, were the footage of the girl killed in cold blood in Pythogria. Across the nation, citizens rallied to fight against the scourge that would engulf the entire region if left untouched...

April 23, from the desk of the Rey, Rey Eduardo del San Acero.

"Citizens of Edoniakistanbabweagua. This is your ruler and fellow Edoniakistanbabweaguan speaking to you to explain the situation..."

Troops listened with sharp focus...

"As of yesterday, our neighbor Pythogria was attacked and is slowly being taken by the Kraven Menace. They are killing civilians in cold blood and are slowly making their way through the entire country, killing and taking over. We cannot, I repeat, CANNOT let this go on any further!!! We will FIGHT for the rights of every man and woman and child in that nation and nations across the world. We will fight for the freedom of Pythogria and their posterity. We will not falter in our conquest, nor will we fail, because failure is not an option. The only option we will take is the annihilation of the Kraven Corporation!!! We will show them the same mercy they have shown their prisoners. Our strength, our wrath, and our virture shall be absolute!! Destruction to all that is Kraven!! Freedom to all of the oppressed in not only Pythogria, but to all nations that will feel the influence of Kraven if we fail. May they pray to what ever god they worship for mercy because from here on out, we are the vengeful gods of liberty and they shall feel the righteous wrath of our might!!! Go off soldiers and protect the future of the entire world!!!"

The troops yelled and cheered and ran to their respective posts, shipping out to their ally.

The 7th Legion has fallen back, and is digging in around Icica

Murphy slowly regained conciousness, and started crawling away from Icica. He crawled for what felt like hours, eyes frozen shut the whole time, until the earth suddenly fell away.
He opened his eyes to the sight of the barrels of seven AK-47s. "Don't shoot, I'm friendly!" he yelled as he raised his hands. One of the soldiers grunted and dropped a shovel on top of him. "Dig." the man said and turned away.
"What's going on?" Murphy stood up in a waist deep trench. He started hammering at the hard earth with his shovel.
"The 7th got decimated, kid. We're digging in, and gathering all the RPGs we have on this front line. They're the only chance we got at penetrating CP armor. We're gonna hold right here."
"Wait!" Leah's face swam before him. "They took captives, we gotta rescue them!" The others soldiers looked at each other, and laughed bitterly.

After a short time the ZAFT Fleet reached Boaz the cloest Fortress to the action

Cravanian forces had moved into the artic regions of Pythogria, but had not yet entered the combat. Lieutenant Dryson stood holding his rifle with the rest of his squad, watching the colonel give the briefing. He stood in his white and gray artic gear as he listened attentively.

"Now, we also have a new little toy for you guys."

The colonel pulled out a small canister, the size of a grenade fired from a UGL.

"This is a new little toy we have for you all. It is fired through your UGL, but it isn't explosive. It's an armor piercing round capable of penetrating the thickest personell armor. Now, if you're facing down a Kraven tank, you're not gonna use this. But, this thing can rip through anything with lighter armor. It's a direct fire weapon, so aim and shoot. You can probably find a way to sight it in with your scope, but in the meantime we're preparing to move north. Allied forces have engaged Kraven forces, and the fighting is intense. The carrier off shore will provide CAS for us, and we have multiple Imperial Guard squads inbound. Dismissed, boys."

Dryson's commander looked towards his men as the crowd of troops began to break up.

"You heard the man! Saddle up, we're moving out!"

He pulled his face mask up to cover his mouth, and took his rifle off of his back so he could move faster. Dryson did the same, and within miniutes the Cravanian forces were moving through the hostile environment, nearly invisible to the naked eye. Their heat signatures were hidden by their armor, the only thing giving off a heat signature from them being their breath and the little bit of their face uncovered. As long as they kept a low profile, they were nearly undetecable. You had to literally step on a soldier before you could shoot at him.

Dryson kept low as he moved through the unforgiving terrain, being sure to keep all possible angles of attack covered.

Open Waters
Spit Break was a nearby hop for the fast-moving Dominion fleet, only a short travel away compared to the distant Pythogria. The carriers and transports, comprising a good deal of the bulk of the fleet, cruised at full power behind the massive gray hulks of battlecruisers and destroyers, submarines swimming below, aircraft above. But supplies were predicted to run a little short over the trip, and the stop at the Spit Break fortress of Boaz had been predicted.

A communication was dispatched from the flagship Imperium to Boaz fortress.

Attention Boaz fortress, this is the Dominion dreadnought Imperium leading task force Pythogria. We request a short stop to resupply and refuel, and minor repairs. We would also like to know if your forces en route to Pythogria would be interested in mutually linking up in the travel, to better protect the fleet.

CIC: this is Boaz Command Dominion Fleet you are clear to dock in port sending co-ordinates

the co-ordinates sent were to a water fall of course the dominion probably knew that the water fall covered the enterece

A single Vagrant naval corvette sped through the waters underneath the waterfall, emerging on the other side. A general hail went out from the craft, requesting permission to bring in the rest of the fleet.

permission was granted the Fortress was large enough to fit the large fleet even though the new SHADN was there, from the Bridge of the Sea Scopion(the SHADN) Patrick Zala the Chairman of the Naional Defence Commity watched the dominion ship come in

The massive Dominion fleet quickly entered, linking up fuel hoses and supply lines to quickly move in materials.

A comm was sent to Zala's ship, asking whether the Spit Break fleet would be interested in linking up.

a comm was sent back Zala was coming to the dock side to meet with the dominion commander personally

The Centurians had formed up, advancing in two different directions, using the remaining Leman Russ's to support the advance, the main force of Centurians numbering over 5,000 Troopers was moving towards the forces of New Ireland, reports had indictated that a vast force had been deployed so the Kraven Command decided to strike first, using the element of suprise, in a lightening Blitzkreig style attack that would ensure total victory in this region, The Centurians pushed on, covering the craters left by the origonal attack, with the Leman Russ's just behind ensuring the Centurians would be well supported....

Meanwhile the second front, numbering in a total of 2,500 advanced on the forces of Lost hills, using the Leman Russ battle tanks already present to aid the assault...

The Attack on Lost Hills was already under way and three of the Kraven Leman Russ's had been taken out, and in some cases Capitol Police were brought down, their corpses littering the various craters left by missiles and grenades, but still they continued the attack, and while they were now bolstered by the Centurians, the new fighting force of Kraven, seeing the wrecked Leman Russ's and their dead brethern, the Centurians roared in anger, hoisting their banners into the air and roaring a deafening battle cry, they charged headlong towards the enemy, their shots were well placed and aimed, as they covered the ground with inhuman strides...

The initial corvette acknowledged the message, and a small craft launched from the Imperium. Reaching dockside, a black-robed figure, flanked by ten gray-armored personnel, ascended from the craft onto the dock.

"Goddamn it, fire those RPGs!" A salvo of several hundred RPG HEAT rounds was launched from the trenches. Meanwhile, the soldiers armed with PKMs and RPKs opened fire, trying to bring down the Centurions in a hail of bullets.

Patrick: am patrick zala pleasure to meet you no on to business

---Secret---
To Pythogria Allies:
From: General Greyson
Subject: Tactics

Given Kraven's far superior resources, even divided as they are on several fronts, Kraven can undoubtedly hammer away at us longer than we can withstand the hammering. We need a different tactic.

"Goddamn it, fire those RPGs!" A salvo of several hundred RPG HEAT rounds was launched from the trenches. Meanwhile, the soldiers armed with PKMs and RPKs opened fire, trying to bring down the Centurions in a hail of bullets.

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Several numbers of the Centurians were brought down in the initial salvo, but spurred on by the banners fluttering in the wind the pressed on, the Leman Russ's returned fire, a total of two Lemans had been taken out by the immense salvo of Rockets, but still the attack came onwards, 170mm cannons opened fire, sending HE shells screaming towards the trenches, it wouldn't belong before the Centurians would be overrunning the trenches and continueing onwards...

more Centurians were brought down, but this just made the others more deteremined to succeed, more determined to hold aloft their banners over the makes shift trenches of New Ireland, the Troopers continued to storm ahead, even though they were taking losses they contined, their rifles held ready and their fire straight and true, firing in short bursts and aiming for key points, the heads if they were exposed, the chests if they were, and if both primary areas were covered, then the hands holding weapons, or arms... anything to either incapacitate or kill...

The Dynasty Armada came rolling across the ocean towards Pythogria. 10 Carriers, 25 Cruisers, 30 subs, 40 destroyers, 25 battleships, and 100 assualt ships marched towards the coast. It would only be hours before they landed...

"Jesus Christ!" Murphy had to push a decapitated body off of him. He reloaded his RPG-7 and fired again.
Whoever was in charge yelled, "Soldiers, you hold this trench!"
As the Centurions got closer, the Kerns started looking backwards nervously, picking out the paths they would retreat along.

Maximum Security Transmission FROM: The Democratic Republic of Hamilay
TO: The Benevolent Dictatorship of Pythogria

The Republic of Hamilay will assist you in this war against The Kraven Corporation. Although we have currently sent the bulk of Hamilay's navy and professional army to war in Vuhifell, we will be able to mobilise one naval battle group and land forces consisting of approximately three divisions of infantry and armour, the units not determined at this time. If this is acceptable, our forces will depart ASAP for Pythogria, and will arrive in the next few days.

POythogria accepts this offer.

Patrick: am patrick zala pleasure to meet you no on to business
"Right, I am Lord Sion...we should waste no time, the coalition is failing in Pythogria."

Police sighted the Centurians.

"Who the heck are they?"

Another replied. "we have orders to open fire. They're armed."

police iopened fore with ZP-1 pistols and ZA-1 assualt rifles. "Stand down or be destroyed!"

Military soldiers joined them. They told the police, "These are no terrorists. These... are Kraven soldiers."

The police captain gasped. "And thus... we kill them all?"

"Yes. Kill them all."

Soldiers began gunfire as well, even using ZT-1 missile launchers.

"Launching air strike.", the flight ops operator said through the radio to the captian on the bridge as the roar of jet engines drowned out all else. Four F/A-74 Eagles were catapulted into the air at the same moment, and joined into a formation. Four more were lined up, ready to go.

The Eagles streaked off through the dark sky, all of them arming their cluster bomblets. GPS markers glowing green on their HUDs symbolised the presence of an advancing Kraven force. The four planes came in low, hugging the treetops. They let their bomblets go, and immediately broke off. They jammed their throttles to full to get the hell out of there as fast as possible, and a second formation came up on the Kraven positions. Problem was the element of surprise had been lost.

***********************

Dryson heard the roar of jets in the distance and the muffled sounds of combat from just over the hilltops. He had his thermal vision on, and scanned the horizon. His rifle was at his shoulder, and he was ready to kill. And he knew he would feel no remorse for a simple reason.

He didn't consider the men Kraven employed to be human. They didn't deserve the name.

Patrick: agreed * he starts walking down the dock* are force's new mobile weapons are not loaded up yet and the command units wont be done for another 3 weeks but we got to move soon *he walks up to a truck with a large trailer with something under a large trap and pulls off a section of it revealing a head* this is the ZGMF-1017 GINN are new weapon armed with a MMI-M8A3 76mm heavy assault machine gun, MA-M3 heavy blade, M66 Canis short-range guided missile launcher, M68 Pardus short-range guided missile launcher, M69 Barrus heavy ion cannon, M68 Cattus 500mm recoilless rifle......any of those weapons can be used by a GINN

Icica, Kraven Facility

The time was right, The Vast shutter doors of the underground facility were slowly opened, sirens and warning lights emitted into the deafening roar of arctic winds...

Inside on the metal plating of the floors thousands of jet black jackboots marched in perfect time, each troopers footfalls were perfectly placed, each one like the first, every troopers eyes were looking in the same direction, those unholy glowing red eyes, those eyes that burnt into the very souls of those who gazed into them, their GPMG's were held ready, cradled in their arms like a child of bullets and parts...

The Capitol Police marched into the snow storm, their armour protecting them from the elements, as one by one their Optical Mags automatically switched to flare comp, adjusting the lenses to the harsh, bleak, white out of the arctic winds....

Engineers, and other forces, including a few Leman Russ battle tanks that had been smuggled into the country in parts over a course of several months, until finaly they had sixteen, their engines roared in sheer power as the monstrosities were surged forward and out into the arctic snow, the tracks churning the white powder up as they moved into a flanking position, the winds battering the sides of the tanks as they continued fowards, flanking the Coloum of Capitol Police....

Inside the city, things would have progressed as normal, unaware of the horror that was approaching, the systematic, almost robotic march of Corporate forces, of the Capitol Police...

the first signal that anything was out of the ordinary was on the high street as a Leman Russ battle tank came crashing through a shop front, glass, rubble and clothes came spilling out into the street as the immense engines of the Leman Russ poured thick black vapours into the street...

Following closely behind were the Capitol Police, they mercilessly cut down civilians left and right, their GPMG's hammering away, as people, screamed in terror, running for their lives, escaping this death that had come from know where...

Capitol Police marched down streets, through alleys, stormed into buildings...

A Squad stormed into a store, literally running through the glass pane window, their red eyes quickly switching to thermal optics and pinpointing everyone in the room in a matter of seconds, following the sudden entrance came a sweep of well placed GPMG fire, the 7.62mm bullets tore through the civilians like they were paper, like they were nothing, their bodies lay, torn and broken in an horrific fashion...

In one apartment, several Capitol Police now stormed the stair case, moving at inhuman speed, as their armour plates clanked together, one by one the rooms were cleared, the women dragged down the stairs, the men forced to watch as loved ones and relatives were forced to their knees and shot by an unfeeling and uncaring enemy... the men were dragged into the streets, forced to watch as their wives and neighbours were loaded into the back of small lorries and taken to a fate worse than death...

Churches were stormed, where many people, catholics ran to hide, hoping that God would protect them from this red eyed deamons, hoping that their faith would be absolute and hoping that some one some where would bring a miracle...

But it would come too late, Several Capitol Police, smashed down the wooden doors to the church, the massive Leman Russ making little effort of the wooden door, as the vehicle reversed after smashing them down..

The Congregation was dragged from their pues, their hiding places, any place where someone may hide, the Capitol Police tore them from their place of protection and forced them out into the streets...

they were all forced down on their knees in the snow, as one by one they were made to watch as the Capitol Police brought their Priests out infront of them, they too were dragged to their knees, forced to bow before their red eyed masters...

A Reichmarshal, clad in a long black trench coat strode out onto the street, is black staff car parked across the way...

"People of Pythogria, Forget your Gods, In Kraven there is only one thing to worship and that is Kraven itself... "

The Reichmarshal placed two rounds in the head of each Priest, letting their bodies slump to the ground, blood seeping onto the snow from a .50cal head wound, women, children, men, the young and the old all cried out as the priests were executed....one Priest began to pray, pray for forgiveness... praying for the souls of the Kraven Officers...

"What are you doing Priest?... Praying?... "

the Reichmarshal dragged a young girl from the crowed and brought her infront of the priest, forcing the child to her knees, making sure the priest could look directly into her eyes...

"God Is not Here Today Priest......"

The Reichmarshal uttered, while bringing the .50cal Pistol to the girls head and liberally spreading her brains across the pavement...

The Kraven War Machine was touching Pythogria, as the Capitol Police forces advanced, subdueing the city one street at a time, the Engineer Korpz followed, reinforcing areas, putting up road blocks, machine gun nests, pill boxes, while at the same time, Engineers moved from building to building, placing Kraven Banners on the windows, draping them over the sills, from every building the Flag of Kraven flew....

It was a dark time for Pythogria....


OOC: Sorry, my cities have no roads. Foopaths, conveyor belts, and bullet trains.

Police sighted the Centurians.

"Who the heck are they?"

Another replied. "we have orders to open fire. They're armed."

police iopened fore with ZP-1 pistols and ZA-1 assualt rifles. "Stand down or be destroyed!"

Military soldiers joined them. They told the police, "These are no terrorists. These... are Kraven soldiers."

The police captain gasped. "And thus... we kill them all?"

"Yes. Kill them all."

Soldiers began gunfire as well, even using ZT-1 missile launchers.

OOC: I assume your in the City?

The Centurians and Capitol Police were hit several times by the sudden apperance of the police, with several Capitol Police going down and a few Centurians also,The Police had made themselves known after being missed in the Initial sweeps, but quickly forces were diverted from the pacified areas of the city, and the two Leman Russ's not engaging the forces out side of the city, now moved to assist the centurians...

Centurians were not like normal Capitol Police, they felt pride, they felt pride in what they were doing and so pushed on the attack, determined to deal with this new threat, proud to be warriors of Kraven, the Banner bearer held his banner high, his foot resting on a pile of rubble as he bellowed through the vocal Amplifier, the Centurians around him charged ahead, roaring with pride, as their Capitol Police bretheren laid down covering fire...

"Good...I suggest you put them to the front when we arrive. The bulk of my naval fleet is carriers, transports, and subs, so with your battlecruisers we should be unstoppable through the seas. On land, I'll be utilizing our new tank and helicopter designs. I plan on wresting air superiority to allow for constant bombing and strike of Kraven positions from the air."

Patrick: yes i suggest we wait 24 hours so your fleet can get resupplied and my new weapons can get ready to move out

OOC: Sorry, my cities have no roads. Foopaths, conveyor belts, and bullet trains.

OOC: Correct, I'm aware of that, the Leman Russ's are making roads for the trucks and Road Blocks are the generic Kraven term for any form of Check point, be it on roads, paths or conveyer belts...

OOC: I assume your in the City?

The Centurians and Capitol Police were hit several times by the sudden apperance of the police, with several Capitol Police going down and a few Centurians also,The Police had made themselves known after being missed in the Initial sweeps, but quickly forces were diverted from the pacified areas of the city, and the two Leman Russ's not engaging the forces out side of the city, now moved to assist the centurians...

Centurians were not like normal Capitol Police, they felt pride, they felt pride in what they were doing and so pushed on the attack, determined to deal with this new threat, proud to be warriors of Kraven, the Banner bearer held his banner high, his foot resting on a pile of rubble as he bellowed through the vocal Amplifier, the Centurians around him charged ahead, roaring with pride, as their Capitol Police bretheren laid down covering fire...

"Gah..." one of the soldiers said. "Retreat."

The police retreated into a building, and chucked bombs from the windows.

OOC: Correct, I'm aware of that, the Leman Russ's are making roads for the trucks and Road Blocks are the generic Kraven term for any form of Check point, be it on roads, paths or conveyer belts...

OOC: gotcha.

April 23 12:23 150 off the coast of Pythogria

Aboard the Assualt Ship #054 were two figures that all knew too well. Agents Paranoia and Wrath of the SCOPE agency. Some troops were nearby, talking about them...

"I heard that the Wrath guy can take out 25 men without even shooting," said one of the troops.

"Are you kidding? That's nothing. The other guy...he's a real sicko...he can make people see things...anything that they fear most," said another. "He took out an entire platoon by scaring them completely to death."

Paranoia came near by, hearing them talking. "Are you soldiers ready for the coming battle?"

"Yes sir. But there is one thing," said a soldier.

"What?"

"Is it true about the Kravenites? That they fear nothing?"

Paranoia looked at him coldly, then smiled evily and said, "Kid, all men have fear...the ones who don't, well...we put the fear into them. Show them that they need to fear us and I will take care of the rest."

He walked away slowly back to Wrath. Wrath turned to him and asked, "You ready for this?"

"I have waited too long to cause fear and pain to so many. Now I have a challenge: The Invincible Kravenites. I cannot wait my friend."

"You are sick you know that?" Wrath said with disgust. At least he is on our side, he thought...

* * *
A man bowed on his mat, facing towards the lost city of Mecca. He chanted in a language unknown to the other troops, but they knew he was praying to come back home to his family. Everyman was doing that out of sheer fear, but they knew that if they didn't do this, it was only a matter of time before...

"Soldiers!!! Arm yourselves!!! We are nearing the coast of Pythogria. We will then be about 50 miles from Icica, where this all began. Take no prisoners!!! I repeat, take NO PRISONERS!!!" The soldiers shouted along with the sarge and ran toward the landing boats.

Patrick: yes i suggest we wait 24 hours so your fleet can get resupplied and my new weapons can get ready to move out
"I recommend only 12 hours, if possible...we have little time to spare."

"Gah..." one of the soldiers said. "Retreat."

The police retreated into a building, and chucked bombs from the windows.

The Centurians that had advanced were caught up in explosions, but quickly they had regrouped, and began to fire at the windows with thermal Optics engaged, the Leman Russ's however began to lay down a barrage of fire from their 170mm smooth bore cannons, hoping to topple the building and crush the police within...

The Centurians that had advanced were caught up in explosions, but quickly they had regrouped, and began to fire at the windows with thermal Optics engaged, the Leman Russ's however began to lay down a barrage of fire from their 170mm smooth bore cannons, hoping to topple the building and crush the police within...

Railgun shells went straight through the building, killing most inside. It promptly fell on the Centurians.

Railgun shells went straight through the building, killing most inside. It promptly fell on the Centurians.

(OOC: they aren't rail guns, Leman Russ's use 170mm Smooth bore cannons)

The Centurians were caught in the cascading rubble, but most had been stood well back, using the cover of park benches and the rubble of other buildings so only eight Centurians lay under the debry of the building...

Patrick: i say so to but the last GINN shipment is not here yet

*officer runs up and tells patrick the last shipment just arrived*

Patrick: never mind last shipment just came in we will be ready in 12 hours maybe less

(OOC: they aren't rail guns, Leman Russ's use 170mm Smooth bore cannons)

The Centurians were caught in the cascading rubble, but most had been stood well back, using the cover of park benches and the rubble of other buildings so only eight Centurians lay under the debry of the building...

the police and soldiers were dead. All of them.

---Weapons Platform Yazu---

"Everyone, we have permission, now, to use the Kabalts. Go ahead."

"Yes sir."

Kabalts, huge, interstellar cannonballs, came from space, targeting the tanks and Centurans throughout the whole city.

"Launching air strike.", the flight ops operator said through the radio to the captian on the bridge as the roar of jet engines drowned out all else. Four F/A-74 Eagles were catapulted into the air at the same moment, and joined into a formation. Four more were lined up, ready to go.

The Eagles streaked off through the dark sky, all of them arming their cluster bomblets. GPS markers glowing green on their HUDs symbolised the presence of an advancing Kraven force. The four planes came in low, hugging the treetops. They let their bomblets go, and immediately broke off. They jammed their throttles to full to get the hell out of there as fast as possible, and a second formation came up on the Kraven positions. Problem was the element of surprise had been lost.

***********************

Dryson heard the roar of jets in the distance and the muffled sounds of combat from just over the hilltops. He had his thermal vision on, and scanned the horizon. His rifle was at his shoulder, and he was ready to kill. And he knew he would feel no remorse for a simple reason.

He didn't consider the men Kraven employed to be human. They didn't deserve the name.

Don't mean to interrupt... I jusy can't do much until you RP the effects of the attack on your forces.

(OOC: they aren't rail guns, Leman Russ's use 170mm Smooth bore cannons)

The Centurians were caught in the cascading rubble, but most had been stood well back, using the cover of park benches and the rubble of other buildings so only eight Centurians lay under the debry of the building...

OOC: Just a quick question. If they're Centaurians, does that mean that they travel in groups of a hundred?

IC: Mann led his troops into the Liberated New Ireland trenches. There may have been only fifty of them, but they were prepared to put up a hell of a fight slowing Kraven down and buying the rest of the coallition time.

"Who is in charge here?" Asked Mann of a random soldier in the trench.

Don't mean to interrupt... I jusy can't do much until you RP the effects of the attack on your forces.

(OOC: sorry, my bad, I missed your post, and no Centurians is just their name)


The Kraven forces were indeed caught by surprise by the enemy jets, it was fortunate for them that Kraven hadn't deployed any of its Feared ZSU's, and so the attack run was successfull, both of them, the bomblets went to work, blowing out great portions of the Centurian lines, but the Centurians infuriated by this blatant attack, now pushed themselves forward, hoping to close the gap even further to prevent the enemy planes from using this lack of AA to their advantage, but even so the Kraven forces pushed on, closing the gap until Centurians began to leap into the trenches and using their Combat swords and pistols...

---Geon---

Pythogrian Carryalls flew over the mountains, deploying 500 Exmortis supertanks, and 1,000 XM-1 MBTs. Kraven would pay!

the following message was broadcast to the troops:

"These Kraven opponents... They are savage. Truly savage. They have killed Pythogrian citizens. Civillians. In cold blood."

"Thus, under our doctrine, you are to kill them."

"Kill them. Kill them all! Take no prisoners! You are to unleash a torrent of Hell worthy of Heravac! For the good of Icica, and the Glory of the Empire!"

OOC: No problems, dude.

"The Centaurians are diving in the trenches. Repeat, they're in the trenches. Break off and circle around for further orders."
"Copy that, Lead."

Sergeant Kyle Patterson listened attentively to his flight leader, and banked to the right in order to circle around with him. He looked below, watching the carnage. He gently tugged at his stick, and came back into formation. He listened to his radio crackle in his ear as his flight leader contacted the carrier.

"Liberty, this is Foxtrot One requesting permission to bomb the trenches."
"Negative, Foxtrot One. Not until it is confirmed that friendlies have cleared the area."
"Copy that, Liberty. Foxtrot One out."

They continued to circle the area, as Cravanian forces below closed in silently.

******************

Dryson crawled up to the peak of the small hill, and remained on his stomach. He looked out on the battle raging just a short distance away, and waited for the major's orders on whether or not to proceed.

"We hold this hill for now, lieutenant. There's nothing we can do down there."

He looked over at a young sergeant.

"Get that anti-material rifle set up. Wait for my order to fire."

"Never mind the leader," said Mann, seeing Centaurions enter the trenches. He unslung his weapon, and M-16 and ran towards the front, his men following him.

The soldiers of the 7th Kern Lgn. have fallen back, having been soundly defeated despite air support. Casualties are over 50% (73,000 effectives remaining)

Murphy had led the other soldiers of his unit to a cave. It was cut into the earth like a scar. They camped there, trying to make a fire to protect from the bitter cold. Murphy looked at the unit: 23 soldiers, equipped with 15 AK-47s, 5 PKMs, just three RPG-7s, and a radio.

Murphy got on the radio, and started calling for others. Over the next few hours, he organized the other scattered groups of Kerns. The whole time, he was thinking of his squadmate, Leah. He didn't even know if she was still alive, but he did know that, if she was, he had to rescue her.

Leah had been placed in a Cell, it was cold, damp and water was running into it and dripping from the ceiling from the melt water that was coming from the Snow, there was a Capitol Police trooper stood in the room with her, it looked forward, never looking at her, its gas mask was clicking occasionaly as valves and scrubbers worked away at cleaning the air he was breathing...

Once Leah had woken up, she would have wished for Death...


The New Ireland Trenches

The Centurians had been victorious this day, taking the trenches and forcing the enemy to flee, The had set up here, reinforcements were arriving to bolster the 2,500 remaining, the air attacks had done their work, and so had the combined fighting of the New Ireland forces, however a small element of SPEC OPS had begun to fight back, using M16's the Centurians had now taken the fight to them, as soon as the attack had started, the Centurians had countered quickly and efficiently, although loosing several of their number, they were determined that the trenches would belong to Kraven and non other....

The Leman Russ's had been watching the retreating forces of New Ireland and had been harassing them for a long period of time, using their 170mm shells to cause chaos in the retreating forces, and occasionaly, once the New Ireland forces had reached the cave, to un nerve them with a Bombardment every so often...

Kraven Needed Basilisks, Emperors and Imperators as well as the Dread ZSU, a general Command was sent out to the Kraven High Command, requesting reinforcements, and so from Numonica a third Battlefleet was dispatched, ready to bolster the forces and support the war effort....

this was going to be a long war that was going to leave a scar in the history of Pythogria...

Leah had been placed in a Cell, it was cold, damp and water was running into it and dripping from the ceiling from the melt water that was coming from the Snow, there was a Capitol Police trooper stood in the room with her, it looked forward, never looking at her, its gas mask was clicking occasionaly as valves and scrubbers worked away at cleaning the air he was breathing...

Once Leah had woken up, she would have wished for Death...


The New Ireland Trenches

The Centurians had been victorious this day, taking the trenches and forcing the enemy to flee, The had set up here, reinforcements were arriving to bolster the 2,500 remaining, the air attacks had done their work, and so had the combined fighting of the New Ireland forces, however a small element of SPEC OPS had begun to fight back, using M16's the Centurians had now taken the fight to them, as soon as the attack had started, the Centurians had countered quickly and efficiently, although loosing several of their number, they were determined that the trenches would belong to Kraven and non other....

The Leman Russ's had been watching the retreating forces of New Ireland and had been harassing them for a long period of time, using their 170mm shells to cause chaos in the retreating forces, and occasionaly, once the New Ireland forces had reached the cave, to un nerve them with a Bombardment every so often...

Kraven Needed Basilisks, Emperors and Imperators as well as the Dread ZSU, a general Command was sent out to the Kraven High Command, requesting reinforcements, and so from Numonica a third Battlefleet was dispatched, ready to bolster the forces and support the war effort....

this was going to be a long war that was going to leave a scar in the history of Pythogria...


OOC: Kabalt attack? Oh, and in my history books, this'll be a whole chapter.

Mann's forces had held a small section of the trenches, that was quickly becoming surrounded. They had formed barricades using pieces of debris laying around after the attack, including, desperately the bodies of fallen soldiers from both sides. The men put their heads up over these improvised barricades only to fire at the enemy in short bursts.

"Come on," snarled Mann, "Make them bleed!"

Pythogrian Carryalls raced over the mountains, dropping tanks onto a plateau, and creating a staging area. Thousands of troops had landed, and Kraven... Kraven would pay. The Father... the supreme General Khonsu had plans for it. Most notable being thrown into the nuclear reactors powering the capital.

Cravanian troops, seeing how hopeless trying to retake the trenches would be, fell back and called in a heavy air strike on the area.

If allied forces couldn't have those trenches, then certainly Kraven couldn't either. The jets began maneuvering into position, this time arming their heavy cluster bombs...

OOC: My soldiers aren't just in the cave, they're spread out over a wide area, in small groups. They're hiding in various blast craters and caves.

The Cave
"Incoming!"
The soldiers scrambled to get deeper into the cave. Shells slammed the ground around it, and everyone watched as permafrost and snow rained down on them.
"Jesus!" Murphy yelled. "We need to find those tanks and disable them!"
After the barrage lifted, the unit immediately got together to plan the sabotage.

The Cell
Leah woke up and immediately wished she hadn't. This has got to be a nightmare. She bit back tears and looked around. She saw her guard, and tried to grab her sidearm. Then she remembered what happened, and let out a sob as she collapsed back to the floor. Someone, please find me...

Cravanian troops, seeing how hopeless trying to retake the trenches would be, fell back and called in a heavy air strike on the area.

If allied forces couldn't have those trenches, then certainly Kraven couldn't either. The jets began maneuvering into position, this time arming their heavy cluster bombs...

"****!" Shouted a soldier, "They're bombing us! We can't be giving them that much trouble!"

"We're not," said Mann, calmly, "They're bombing Kraven. We just happen to be here. Everyone take cover."

The Pythogrian commander saw the bombings.

"Oh my god..."

He decided t ocharge, as sson as the fires died.

"Good." replied Sion, "Time is of the essence. I have the high-altitude carrier bombers prepping for early runs to make over Kraven lines, they will at least bolster ally holds."

Patrick: right now Gibralter is preparing for a orbital drop target location still unkown this entire offence is being called operation spit break

"Good, then we should be there for them when the drop is launched."

Patrick: yes once there we take out AA and destract his troops so the drop can move in

"Alright. I am returning to my ship. Alert me when you are ready to depart." With that, Sion nodded, than turned around and started walking back to his craft.

Patrick: will do

he turns around and goes to the command centre

"What did he say..." asked Sion's lead aid, Kya Daython.
"He seems to be stalling for time at the moment...he does not see that we need to hurry for a chance at...profit..."

OOC Hey Im gonna be out all night so Ill attack tommorrow, k? And I still need a map before I land. Adios.

in the command centre*

Patrick: so how is every thing going?

BC: preperation is 80% complete and the Subs have been refitted

Patrick: word on the drop

BC: yes drop will happen some time after the naval campaign begins

Patrick: weapons config of the GINN's?

BC: D equipment heavy Artliery weapons for base's along with other equipment oh and command reports the CGUE problem has been fixed there running some final tess should be ready for the drop

Patrick: good

"Now Docking, Ferry 606 from North Voltaia"

John Davos took his first step on Pythogrian soil, he breathed in the air and smiled, the journey had been a little bumpy but he had made it, the brief was simple, locate any weaknesses and then bring the place into chaos, it would be difficult with all the Heavy Police around.

After being searched for weapons John walked out into Pythogria, first mission, find the seaside, this would not be difficult in a city on the bay, just walking downhill he could do that.

(OOC: There is a city on the bay? i'm guessing otherwise there'd be no point in a bay.)

"Now Docking, Ferry 606 from North Voltaia"

John Davos took his first step on Pythogrian soil, he breathed in the air and smiled, the journey had been a little bumpy but he had made it, the brief was simple, locate any weaknesses and then bring the place into chaos, it would be difficult with all the Heavy Police around.

After being searched for weapons John walked out into Pythogria, first mission, find the seaside, this would not be difficult in a city on the bay, just walking downhill he could do that.

(OOC: There is a city on the bay? i'm guessing otherwise there'd be no point in a bay.)

(OOC: My nation is atoll-shaped. But how will you cause chaos with no weapon?

OOC: he will take a rock and a stick and tie them together lol

things went as usual at Boaz but else were things were happening

CIC: alright tranport Alpha 13 clear, launching on mass Driver

the ZAFT military was sending troops to orbit to prepare for the drop

(OOC: anything is a weapon, a shard of metal can stab, chemicals can poison, etc, so.... Atoll means I can't land via ship?)

(OOC: anything is a weapon, a shard of metal can stab, chemicals can poison, etc, so.... Atoll means I can't land via ship?)

OOC: No, you can't. But as for that weapon... you're going to last maybe a minute.

(OOC: k, I'll start again)

(OOC: anything is a weapon, a shard of metal can stab, chemicals can poison, etc, so.... Atoll means I can't land via ship?)

OOC: Now what you could do is buy chemicals from multiple places, and mix them together to create an explosive.

OOC: Now what you could do is buy chemicals from multiple places, and mix them together to create an explosive.
OOC: Or mix it up into a bio or chemical weapon carried into the air that reacts either breathed in or on skin contact.

Or mix it up into a bio or chemical weapon carried into the air that reacts either breathed in or on skin contact.

Yeah, but that would probably require buying in suspicious bulk.

OOC: You should be posting this on the OOC thread.

OOC: Life support bump.

The Cave of Guerilla Unit 7
Murphy went over the newly renamed unit's plan.
"Alright, so we are going to meet up with Guerilla Units 6 and 10. 10 has several kilograms of C4. Now, we're going to ask for some air support from our allies, to distract the enemy." Murphy had to pause for a minute as another bombardment hammered the cave entrance. "Anyway, if there's no air support, this mission is still a go. After we link up with Unit 10, we're going to divvy up the C4 and move in groups of 4. Get to the tank positions, plant the explosive on fuel tanks or turrets, and get the hell out. If you have to engage Centurions or CPs, aim for the neck or use a grenade." He sighed. "It's not much of a plan, but its the best we got. We attack at dawn, so get some sleep, soldiers. Got it?"
The soldiers nodded.
"Oíche mhaith," he said. [Good night]
"Gurab amhlaidh duit," the soldiers replied. [The same to you]
They bedded down for a few hours of restless sleep.

OOC: That's about all the Gaeilge (Irish) that I know. It's a sweet language, though.

OOC: I'm sure a Stargazer and a few Terrabytes can provide air support.

OOC: I've got the Eagles and the Vipers offshore. They can drop in whenever.

To: All Pythogrian Allies

From: Pythogria

Encryptment: MAXIMUM

Re: Kraven Cell

Text:

A Kraven Corporation cell of unknown strength has been detected in our most northern city, Icica. We need support in clearing Kraven out, as if we attack the cell, we will be pretty much devastated. We ask, nay, plea, for your help in this undertaking. Please, in the name of Zarathumdra, help us!


**Secret IC:**

From Northford:

To Pythogria:

Firstly, our humble appologies for the late delay. Due to political ramblings at home, and a certain amount of aprehension about entering a war, our reply has been delayed.

Despite this delay, we would still like to help our allies, the Pythogrian's, in their war against an agressive power, attacking only to further itself, and to degrade those around them.

We would like permission to send a team of medical experts from Northford. We will be a sending approximatly 500 Doctors, 2000 Nurses, as well as a small core of specialists. With these, we would also like to send a regiment of the "Commonwealth Guard", the closest thing Northford has to an elite infantry force. We would like to deploy them not, as you might expect, to suppliment the rest of coalition, but instead to help provide security to our medic's along the front lines.

If you accept this offer, we would like to send our Medical Teams over immediatly, along with a substantial amount of medical supplies via plane. Our Guards, with light Air Support Elements, as well as Light Anti-Armour provisions, will be arriving approximatly three days after the medical teams, and will be arriving combat ready.

If you choose to accept our offer, we will start sending planes over immediately

Regards,

Alan Brooks,

Prime Minister, Northford

****End Secret IC***


A harsh wind blew through the barracks where 1st Commonwealth Guards where based. Not traditionally classed as military, they were the best Northford had; while the recent formation of a standing army was seen as a landmark, these men had been serving Northford since time immortal.

Major Coll was a rugged man, noted for his immense height, wide arms, and deep voice. Unlike almost everyone else in the meeting room in which he was standing, he knew what was going on.

"Men, please be seated, this is important, and we havn't got all day", claimed a voice in front of him. Ironically enough, most men did think they had all day, since due to the recent changes in Northfordian Defence policy, they increasingly found themselves without a job.

Coll grinned.

"Peters, sit you're ass down now. Jones, don't give me that look, I don't give a fucking damm how pregantant your wife is, this comes first. O'Connel! Shut it. Let Colonel Jackson talk."

Coll was used to giving orders. Normally a mild mannered man, he spoke politely, and in an educated accent. However, when the situation required, he was always the first one to start yelling.

The crowd was soon quiet, sitting, ready to listen to whatever this meeting was about.

To the podium walked man, his hair greying, who, despite his age, managed to maintain a look of youth about him. He was Colonel George Jackson, a member of the Commonwealth Guards since the age of 18. Being born into one of the wealthiest familys in Northford, his career was somewhat unusual, but he nevertheless exemplified a Commonwealth Guard.

"Men", he started, "one thing we pride ourselves on is our ability to communicate, so let me be clear, if any of you have questions during this, please wait till the end, and I assure you I will be more than happy to answer them. Until that point arises, however, I wish for you to remain quiet, and let me finish."

At this point, one could hear a pin drop in the room. A speach like this had not been delievered for a very long time, and as such, everyone was suddenly aware this meeting was not the *usual announcements* that were made during barrack life.

The Colonel continued, "When we were formed, all those years ago, we were given the mandate to protect ourselves, protect Northford from outsiders, and help maintain law and order. In the years of Isolation, despite our readiness, we were never called upon to protect Northford. As we all know, our missions often did not consist of anything more than riot control, or ceremonial marches. Over time, however, our mission adapted. We became the Elite. We provided counter-terrorism services to the government. We escorted those who were important. WE controlled organised crime. It was US who controlled piracy."

Upon hearing these boasts, the men in the room cheered, the Colonel took the moment to have a sip of water.

"Despite all this, we still maintained a readiness to protect Northford against outsiders. Our strength was, in the grand scheme of things, small, but we were still there, ready as always. That has changed in the last five years, as we all know. Our policy of Isolation ended. Northford opened up, and instead of bolstering our number, they decided to form an *official* police force. They decided to form a proper standing army. They decided to form a proper navy. But, THEY never forgot us. ALL THE TIME we were ready, weren't we ?"

Again more cheers rang out across the room.

"And now, they need US. An ally, who is at this very time, helping to build Northford into a modern nation, is being attacked, and they need US to help them"

It was clear where this was going, and, even by Major Coll's books, this speach was going very well.

"DO NOT FEAR MEN", he roared, getting into it now,"We are not to be fighting for our allies, we are going to be protecting OUR Doctors, who are going over there to help look after the wounded, and hopefully tip the tide of this war in our favour."

"What do you say men, ARE YOU WITH ME?" Finished the Colonel, who was, despite his animated speach, was really needing to empty his bladder.

"YES WE ARE" Came the cry of the men in the room, all in Unison.

"Good, that is all, go back to the barracks, and prepare yourselves, because NEXT WEEK, IS WAR" He finished, leaving the stage. Clapping and Cheering rang out across the room.

Major Coll decided he should step up onto the stage.

"It is time," he started quietly,"for us to prepare. Go back, to your barracks, like the Colonel said, and prepare. Say your good-byes. We are the best, but sometimes the best is not enough. Some of us might not return, enjoy the next few nights."

With that, the meeting ended.

OOC I really need a map or something because I have no idea where I am landing.

The Assualt ships landed and men poured out of them, armed and ready to take out the corporate menace. Paranoia and Wrath were suited up and ready to land as well. Aboard the Airseship Carriers, Merlins, Tiercels, and Gamecocks were preparing to take the skies and bomb the Kraven army. But until then, the Grizzly Tanks and infantry went in to take back the country

OOC: Can we have a map of Pythogria?

The command room of the dreadnought RHS Avenger

"Here's the plan, people. Colonel Parker, your 121st Para Bn are going in first to support allied forces against Kraven ASAP. They'll be escorted by as many fighter planes as we can get off from the carriers to provide air cover when they land. I'll take 9th Armoured and 21st Infantry and push towards Icica. Brigadier General Miller, your 16th Infantry will fortify the landing zone and surrounding areas to prepare for an inevitable enemy counterattack. Remember, this is Kraven Corporation here. You've all heard the stories. I suggest you take them with a grain of salt, but whatever anyone says, they're definitely damn efficient, ruthless and disciplined. You and your men must not underestimate them. That's all. Any questions?"
"No sir!"
"Good. Get to it. Paratroopers and aircraft are launching immediately. rest of the divisions will begin landing as soon as our intel returns."

50 IL-76 Candids and an equal number of MiG-29 Fulcrum interceptors and Su-35 Flanker fighter bombers headed towards the Pythogrian coast.

Gria City Airport, Pythogria

3 men and 2 women walked off the plane from North Voltaia, the flight had been pleasant but the Assassins didn't really care about the flight details, amongst the various Voltaian tourists were a newly married couple on honeymoon, a Coral expert here for the famous corals, and two seperate Tourists.

Each one never made eye contact with the other as they made thier way through the various security checks, and out into the City to find places to stay.

Dryson leaned against a tree, his rifle across his lap. He had gotten very little sleep that night, if any. The main thing keeping him from drifting off was of course the constant cold. The other thing keeping him from sleep was knowing that just across the ridgeline were Kraven centurions.

He looked over, and watched as some of his comrades gathered wood to build a fire, and watched them light it with their lighters. He got up, and moved closer to the tiny fire. One of the men pulled out an MRE, and decided to heat it up a little. Breakfast that morning was a bowl of beef stew for Dryson, as he watched a light snowfall come down around him. Other men in his platoon began to stir, and gradually the rest of the men woke up.

Dryson stood up, and looked around until he had his platoon's attention.

"All right, guys. Listen up. We're moving out to link up with first platoon, and hope to God we can find some allied forces in the area. Third platoon should be someplace nearby, too, so we'll look around for them after we link up with first platoon. Fourth platoon stayed with third, so we shouldn't have any problems there. Any questions?"

The men shook their heads no.

"Good. Finish up here and we'll start moving out."

He pulled out his encrypted GPS system, and found the exact positions of first, third, and fourth platoons. They were all just slightly further south, and were within five miniutes walking distance. He put the GPS away, and sat down to eat.

"Sir," a soldier, one of the scavenging parties he'd been organizing to search the trenches for food or weaponry, ran up.

"We've got a radio, sir!"

"Excellent. Have you established contact with command?"

"No, sir. It's short range."

"Well, broadcast a signal letting our allies know we're here, but don't broadcast that we're Moanthan."

"Yes sir." The man ran off. Shortly after, the following message went out on the radio.

"A squad consisting of roughly one hundred men has been stranded behind enemy lines. We've currently barricaded ourselves in the trenches of the enemy. Our location is," he rattled off a string of numbers. "They don't seem to have acknowledged that we're here yet. If movement is to be made against these trenches, please advise so that we may assist."

"Sir, why was I pulled from duty!?!" demanded Pilot Jackson. "I should be out there preparing for the bombing!"

"Come with me. I think you may want to see this." said the admiral

Inside the Typhoon were countless jets, fueling up and taking off. But beneath the hangars was a special hangar...

The pilot looked at the large machine that lay before him. It was gargantuan, almost dragon-like creature.

"What is this?" asked the pilot.

"That is the MAV-01 Quetzalcóatl, the first of a new generation of tanks. This thing is able to go across just about any terrain without having to worry about falling over. It is equipped with multiple weapons to combat any type of troops, including Aircraft. And you have been chosen to pilot it. But only when the time for it comes."

Jackson stood there in awe at it.

OOC: were loosing it CLEAR!

*plays "When the World Ends by Dave Mathews Band"*

OOC: life support

OOC: A secert IC Bump!

IC: Lord Sion was growing slightly impatient aboard the Imperium, awaiting the Spit Break signal to move out. His allies were wasting precious time, but he saw that he needed them to prevent the heavy casulties that would likely be incurred by his forces alone.

OOC: This thread thanks Nurse Spit Break.

the signal was sent to the dominion fleet that the ZAFT fleet was moving out operation spit break was about to start

A private jet marked with the green and black bullseye of the Imperial Air Force came in for a landing at the airport in which Cravanian troops were already stationed. It taxied up the tarmac, and the ramp lowered from the door as the engines fell silent. A tall man in a blue uniform stepped down from the aircraft, followed by several officers and guards. He walked up to a Pythogrian officer.

"Where, may I ask, is the senior ranking officer of Pythogrian forces in this area?", he asked.

Major General Jacob M. Dawson (http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/index.php/Jacob_Dawson), supreme commander of Cravanian troops in the theatre, had arrived.

Meanwhile, the carrier group off the coast was bolstered by a second group, which was accompanied by transport ships filled with Cravanian troops and armor. The cargo ships made their way to the nearest port in order to offload the troops. The main Cravanian force had arrived in Pythogria.

A private jet marked with the green and black bullseye of the Imperial Air Force came in for a landing at the airport in which Cravanian troops were already stationed. It taxied up the tarmac, and the ramp lowered from the door as the engines fell silent. A tall man in a blue uniform stepped down from the aircraft, followed by several officers and guards. He walked up to a Pythogrian officer.

"Where, may I ask, is the senior ranking officer of Pythogrian forces in this area?", he asked.

Major General Jacob M. Dawson (http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/index.php/Jacob_Dawson), supreme commander of Cravanian troops in the theatre, had arrived.

Meanwhile, the carrier group off the coast was bolstered by a second group, which was accompanied by transport ships filled with Cravanian troops and armor. The cargo ships made their way to the nearest port in order to offload the troops. The main Cravanian force had arrived in Pythogria.

The officer replied. "Her name is Collete Brunel. You'll find her in the HQ. Follow me." He began to walk towards a tall, silver building.

>tag<

IC TO COME!

1/592, Lost Hills lines

The remainder of the company managed to make it back to the lines relatively unscathed. Of the original ~200 men in the unit, only 55 made it back alive. It was not necessarily a good omen for the troopers of the 20th Airborne.

With the new Centurion onslaught by Kraven, the troopers were hit very hard. The worse news was that there were now eight of those blasted Lemon Russ tanks supporting the enemy assault. The troopers of Lost Hills, all 19,873 of them, fired off whatever weapons they could at the oncoming Centurions and remaining tanks.

"Three more, on the left!"

"I'm hit!"

"Bring up the Bufords!"

The M-8 Buford Armored Gun Systems fired their 105mm Rheinmetal guns into enemy tanks and infantry men, with their M-307 Airbursting cannons firing HE rounds as well. Unfortunately, being airdropped, their armor was absolutely worthless. A simple rifle round could penetrate their thin skin. At least 34 were knocked out immiediately by Centurions and Lemon Russes.

As the Centurions charged, machine guns opened up all along Lost Hills lines, with snipers picking off enemy troops one by one. They were a frightening sight, and the airborne men were frightened beyond belief by the battle cry.

Colonel Walker led the 592nd Infantry Regiment (Airborne). Seeing many of his riflemen butchered by enemy fire, he ordered his mortar crews to start dropping rounds on the incoming troops. He also ordered Claymore mines to be set up and detonated as soon as the enemy was in range.

120mm mortar rounds started falling among the Centurions. Initial casualty estimates were reaching Division HQ. 1,046 men were KIA within the first twenty minutes of the enemy advance. This was chalked up to beginner's fear. An additional 1,547 were wounded by enemy fire.

The airborne troops kept hammering the Centurions with fire as they advanced. The fleet was rapidly approaching, and soon they would have Marine and air support.

Task Force Alpha

A rear-admiral in charge of operations spoke up.

"We're within range of the Ospreys. I think we should back up the Army."

"Agreed. Deploy a brigade of Marines to back up the airborne guys. CAS is absolutely necessary here."

From the decks of the Valkyrie Class Helicopter Assault Carriers, 131 MV-22 Osprey Transports and 91 X-20 Attack Helicopters lifted off, with 64 MV-24 Peregrine Escort Aircraft. They carried over 2,500 men within them to support the defense against Kraven. They would arrive in the target area within hours. The Peregrines were armed with HARM missiles, just in case there were any random AA radars scoping out the area.

From the Sovereign, a squadron of 18 TSF-622 Xeon Air Superiority Fighters lifted off to provide air cover in case there were any problems.

Sion acknowledged the message, preparing his ships, reactors coming online, weapon systems waking again, crew moving back to their active posts.

7th Legion
Murphy got the rest of the soldiers up, and they filed out of the cave. No one seemed to be able to talk. They met up with the other guerillas, divided the explosive, and got moving.
"Remember, if you come up against infantry, aim for the neck, or the side of the belly. Stay in the trenches and blast craters, and move fast. Put the c4 on the engine blocks or fuel tanks. Good luck, God be with you."
The soldiers came over a ridge, and the tanks were in sight. The soldiers spread out, and broke into a run, praying that a shell wouldn't land on them.

Eric had quickly found his way into (OOC: whatever the Pythogrians call town halls/goverment buildings) he looked around and eventually walked over to the counter.

"Hi, I'm here for a PIDC, see I'm a coral expert and I came here from North Volitaia for your Corals."

**Secret IC:**

From Northford:

To Pythogria:

Firstly, our humble appologies for the late delay. Due to political ramblings at home, and a certain amount of aprehension about entering a war, our reply has been delayed.

Despite this delay, we would still like to help our allies, the Pythogrian's, in their war against an agressive power, attacking only to further itself, and to degrade those around them.

We would like permission to send a team of medical experts from Northford. We will be a sending approximatly 500 Doctors, 2000 Nurses, as well as a small core of specialists. With these, we would also like to send a regiment of the "Commonwealth Guard", the closest thing Northford has to an elite infantry force. We would like to deploy them not, as you might expect, to suppliment the rest of coalition, but instead to help provide security to our medic's along the front lines.

If you accept this offer, we would like to send our Medical Teams over immediatly, along with a substantial amount of medical supplies via plane. Our Guards, with light Air Support Elements, as well as Light Anti-Armour provisions, will be arriving approximatly three days after the medical teams, and will be arriving combat ready.

If you choose to accept our offer, we will start sending planes over immediately.

Regards,

Alan Brooks,

Prime Minister, Northford

****End Secret IC***


A harsh wind blew through the barracks where 1st Commonwealth Guards where based. Not traditionally classed as military, they were the best Northford had; while the recent formation of a standing army was seen as a landmark, these men had been serving Northford since time immortal.

Major Coll was a rugged man, noted for his immense height, wide arms, and deep voice. Unlike almost everyone else in the meeting room in which he was standing, he knew what was going on.

"Men, please be seated, this is important, and we havn't got all day", claimed a voice in front of him. Ironically enough, most men did think they had all day, since due to the recent changes in Northfordian Defence policy, they increasingly found themselves without a job.

Coll grinned.

"Peters, sit you're ass down now. Jones, don't give me that look, I don't give a fucking damm how pregantant your wife is, this comes first. O'Connel! Shut it. Let Colonel Jackson talk."

Coll was used to giving orders. Normally a mild mannered man, he spoke politely, and in an educated accent. However, when the situation required, he was always the first one to start yelling.

The crowd was soon quiet, sitting, ready to listen to whatever this meeting was about.

To the podium walked man, his hair greying, who, despite his age, managed to maintain a look of youth about him. He was Colonel George Jackson, a member of the Commonwealth Guards since the age of 18. Being born into one of the wealthiest familys in Northford, his career was somewhat unusual, but he nevertheless exemplified a Commonwealth Guard.

"Men", he started, "one thing we pride ourselves on is our ability to communicate, so let me be clear, if any of you have questions during this, please wait till the end, and I assure you I will be more than happy to answer them. Until that point arises, however, I wish for you to remain quiet, and let me finish."

At this point, one could hear a pin drop in the room. A speach like this had not been delievered for a very long time, and as such, everyone was suddenly aware this meeting was not the *usual announcements* that were made during barrack life.

The Colonel continued, "When we were formed, all those years ago, we were given the mandate to protect ourselves, protect Northford from outsiders, and help maintain law and order. In the years of Isolation, despite our readiness, we were never called upon to protect Northford. As we all know, our missions often did not consist of anything more than riot control, or ceremonial marches. Over time, however, our mission adapted. We became the Elite. We provided counter-terrorism services to the government. We escorted those who were important. WE controlled organised crime. It was US who controlled piracy."

Upon hearing these boasts, the men in the room cheered, the Colonel took the moment to have a sip of water.

"Despite all this, we still maintained a readiness to protect Northford against outsiders. Our strength was, in the grand scheme of things, small, but we were still there, ready as always. That has changed in the last five years, as we all know. Our policy of Isolation ended. Northford opened up, and instead of bolstering our number, they decided to form an *official* police force. They decided to form a proper standing army. They decided to form a proper navy. But, THEY never forgot us. ALL THE TIME we were ready, weren't we ?"

Again more cheers rang out across the room.

"And now, they need US. An ally, who is at this very time, helping to build Northford into a modern nation, is being attacked, and they need US to help them"

It was clear where this was going, and, even by Major Coll's books, this speach was going very well.

"DO NOT FEAR MEN", he roared, getting into it now,"We are not to be fighting for our allies, we are going to be protecting OUR Doctors, who are going over there to help look after the wounded, and hopefully tip the tide of this war in our favour."

"What do you say men, ARE YOU WITH ME?" Finished the Colonel, who was, despite his animated speach, was really needing to empty his bladder.

"YES WE ARE" Came the cry of the men in the room, all in Unison.

"Good, that is all, go back to the barracks, and prepare yourselves, because NEXT WEEK, IS WAR" He finished, leaving the stage. Clapping and Cheering rang out across the room.

Major Coll decided he should step up onto the stage.

"It is time," he started quietly,"for us to prepare. Go back, to your barracks, like the Colonel said, and prepare. Say your good-byes. We are the best, but sometimes the best is not enough. Some of us might not return, enjoy the next few nights."

With that, the meeting ended.

***SECRET IC***

To: Northford

From: Pythogria

Re: Thank you.

Text:

Pythogria will gladly accept all of your help in this terrible ordeal. You need not apologize for the delay. Not at all.

***END SECRET***

"Wow." the Supreme General thought aloud. "This is incredible. All of our allies, and a few others, are banding together... all to save us? I'm making a public statement."

---Citizen Square---

"Most of you have no doubt heard of the Tradgedy that has struck Icica. The Krtaven Corporation has attacked and destroyed it, killing civillians or using them as slaves... or to create troops. Us and our allies have met this threat! Even now, our troops, and those of our glorious allies, wage WAR in Icica! To destroy the Kraven tyrranny! To avenge Icican citizens! As your Supreme General, I will be SURE to repulse them from our land, and will make them pay for the lives they have ruined and ended. Not only here, but in Czardas. And Leafanistan. And in other places. We will repulse them. And them we will invade their homeland! We will wipe the scum from the face of our Earth! Citizens, are you with me?!"

The citizens below cheered, and a massive chant of "Yes yes yes! Yes yes yes!" filled the air.

"For the good of Icica! AND THE GLORY OF THE EMPIRE!"

The cheers were deafening.

"However, I must say this. Kraven civillians who are peaceful will NOT be harmed. We must be moral."

the crowd replied, "Indeed."

Eric had quickly found his way into (OOC: whatever the Pythogrians call town halls/goverment buildings) he looked around and eventually walked over to the counter.

"Hi, I'm here for a PIDC, see I'm a coral expert and I came here from North Volitaia for your Corals."

OOC: that would be Political Cores.

IC:

"OK, we'll need your name, phone number, adress, blood type, and we'll need to take a blood sample."

General Dawson followed the young Pythogrian officer into the building, his entourage close behind.

General Dawson followed the young Pythogrian officer into the building, his entourage close behind.

The officer asked the person at the counter, "This man needs to see Collette Brunel."

She replied. "Yes, the code to the confrence room is 673-497-125 today. She'll meet you there."

"Yes. Follow me, everyone."

He entered the largest elevator, and held the "Keep door open" button.

"My name is Eric Vansity (OOC; insert phone number andaddress here) i'm AB-, feel free to take as much blood as is needed." Eric poked out his finger, which was scarred and showed signs that it had been broken before.

"My name is Eric Vansity (OOC; insert phone number andaddress here) i'm AB-, feel free to take as much blood as is needed." Eric poked out his finger, which was scarred and showed signs that it had been broken before.

The receptionist pulled out a needle. "It needs to be from your left arm." she said. Eric held it out, and she took some blood. "OK. The card should come soon. Here, take a communicator. It's basically like a cell phone you'll find in other nations, but a bit more advanced."

"Thanks, do I return here for the card or will you be sending it to my address in North Volitaia?"

Dawson removed his hat, and stepped in the elevator. His senior officers followed, while his junior officers and guards stayed in the lobby. In all, six men, including the Pythogrian officer, were in the elevator.

"Thanks, do I return here for the card or will you be sending it to my address in North Volitaia?"

"We'll call you on your communicaor when we have it. Should be by tommorow, if not later today."

Dawson removed his hat, and stepped in the elevator. His senior officers followed, while his junior officers and guards stayed in the lobby. In all, six men, including the Pythogrian officer, were in the elevator.

A "ding" was heard, and the elevator arrived in a long hallway. The officer got out, and led the group into the confrence room. "She shou-" he began to say, but Collete came through another door and interrupted him.

"Hello. The receptionist told me you were here to see me." She looked at Dawson. "So, is this about the Kraven crisis?"

A shudder went around the room.

"Yes, this is about the Kraven crisis. I've been sent here from my nice and comfortable office in our military facilities in Colorsia to command my troops. I've also been sent to make it easier to combine strategies and have our forces work together. The other allies wouldn't happen to have their commanders in the area, would they? We need to start an effective strategy against the Corporation if we want to retake the northern areas of the island."

"Yes, this is about the Kraven crisis. I've been sent here from my nice and comfortable office in our military facilities in Colorsia to command my troops. I've also been sent to make it easier to combine strategies and have our forces work together. The other allies wouldn't happen to have their commanders in the area, would they? We need to start an effective strategy against the Corporation if we want to retake the northern areas of the island."

"I can call the other commanders for a meeting. As a matter of fact, I'll do it now."

She pulled out a communicator. She told all alllied commanders, "Come to the HQ in Geon for a meeting about the strategies we should use against Kraven."

She put away the device. "As for now though... We have troops there, but we're waiting until the bombing raids are finished. Then we're to rush the place."

the ZAFT fleet left the under ground dock and formed up heading for open waters at full speed a second task force was joining them half way to dubble there numbers

Numonica
The Whyatican fleet, numbering 694, arrived at Numonica three and a half days after they departed Jagada, battered and broken from an engagement with the Kahanistan Navy, a victory for the Whyatican Navy. They were greeted by the newest addition to the Whyatican Navy, the HMS Wake Island. A Warspite class Heavy Battleship, it was purchased by a Whyatican shell company for $280 billion, and it was going to head up the fleet in it's next engagement along with the two Zealous class Super-Dreadnaughts.

The ships took their various places in the Numonica docks, and deckhands bustled over the ships, resupplying them, repairing dents and cracks in armour, and reparing systems. Some crew members took shore leave on the tropical island for a day, but returned quickly, dismayed. They were told Numonica was a tropical island where they could take shore leave, but instead they found mostly rubble in the city. Numonica was horribly damaged in the First and Second Kraven Wars, and most of the damage had not been repaired yet.

The fleet set out as quickly as it came in, repairs being completed in two days, and it set off to Pythogria, another three day journey. Coming with this fleet were the 34th and 35th Sturmpanzer Capitol Police battalions, and the 1st Panzergrenadier Sardaukar battalion. Their next target was Pythogria, a nation marked for destruction by the Supreme State, and the Whyatican presence was needed to achieve naval and air superiority, and to open a second front in the southern coast.

They came..

Accompanying the ZAFT fleet was the massive Dominion naval force, mighty cruisers and LHDs and the transport fleet protected by a tight force of warships and a horde of submarines. In the air, the I-81 Retributions kept up a constant, unfaltering patrol, while onboard the carriers flights were kept at Alert-15 for any sign of opposition. The ZAFT force and Dominion escort ships would be expected to hold off opposition until Dominion subs and aircraft moved in if a hostile force engaged. But due to the speed of the naval force, and the active radars and sonars being on, with AWACS SkySpotter aircraft in the air, combat on the high seas seemed unlikely.

a second ZAFT fleet met up with them increaseing there size to over 400 ships battle ships, destroyers, Hunter killer subs, carriers, and a couple Dreadnoughts

a second ZAFT fleet met up with them increaseing there size to over 400 ships battle ships, destroyers, Hunter killer subs, carriers, and a couple Dreadnoughts
OOC: I'm assuming you mean your fleet...mine's well over 400.

OOC: of course my fleet

On Sion's flagship, the dreadnought Imperium, he picked up the signature of a single ship approaching the outer reaches of the massive fleet...what appeared to be a warship. It was evident to have weapons and was not responding to hails. Sion, being impulsive, decided to test out the fleet.

"Fire on the vagrant ship." he ordered, impassively.

Three submarines vectored in on the craft, Mk. 9 torpedoes flaring from the undersea wraiths's forward-mounted tubing. Striking the ship amidships, electricity coiled inside the torp driven forward to intensify the damage, one of the gun cruisers got close enough to engage. 4" guns thundered, explosive shells impacting the poor ship, be it a pirate, hostile, or other, it was doomed, fires flaring as crewmembers were visibally seen jumping off.
Sion watched the effeciency of his fleet with a nonchalant manner, getting in contact with the ZAFT admiral.

"An unknown ship, apparently armed, tried to breach our perimeter...do not worry, the threat has been assessed and dealt with, destruction of the vagrant has been carried through."

on bored the ZAFT SHADN the Sea Scorpion Admiral Talia Gladious got the message

Talia: good we cant aford a delay

Hamilayan Fleet"General, we've just received a Pythogrian transmission. Meeting in Geon at the Pythogrian HQ for all allied commanders."
"This should be useful. Ready one of the helicopters and an escort, I'll be there."
A Blackhawk flanked by two AH-64 Apaches peeled away from the naval fleet towards Geon.

Somewhere in Pythogria
Captain Mitchell jumped out of the hatch of the IL-76 Candid, the plane rapidly becoming a speck in the distance. After a few seconds, he pulled his ripcord and drifted down on a small hillside, with the sounds of gunfire in the distance. He pulled out his binoculars and swore. Nothing in the distance looked like the designated landing areas. He was probably in the middle of nowhere, or worse, behind Kraven lines- although that was unlikely as they had caught little AA going in. He heard the sounds of someone running, and instinctively raised his rifle as two men came over the ridge, then dropped it as he recognised two of his squad members.
"Sir, we dropped a little way over to the west. We can't see any landmarks, but we think Icica is somewhere over... there."
"No good. Icica is swarming with Kraven troops anyway. There's nothing for it; I'd rather not, but we're going to have to use the radio."
Mitchell pulled out a small radio from his pack and broadcasted a short message to Hamilay and any other allied forces nearby, asking for a location and requesting pickup. Now they just had to hope it wouldn't be Kraven who came to get them.

Numonica
The Whyatican fleet, numbering 694, arrived at Numonica three and a half days after they departed Jagada, battered and broken from an engagement with the Kahanistan Navy, a victory for the Whyatican Navy. They were greeted by the newest addition to the Whyatican Navy, the HMS Wake Island. A Warspite class Heavy Battleship, it was purchased by a Whyatican shell company for $280 billion, and it was going to head up the fleet in it's next engagement along with the two Zealous class Super-Dreadnaughts.

The ships took their various places in the Numonica docks, and deckhands bustled over the ships, resupplying them, repairing dents and cracks in armour, and reparing systems. Some crew members took shore leave on the tropical island for a day, but returned quickly, dismayed. They were told Numonica was a tropical island where they could take shore leave, but instead they found mostly rubble in the city. Numonica was horribly damaged in the First and Second Kraven Wars, and most of the damage had not been repaired yet.

The fleet set out as quickly as it came in, repairs being completed in two days, and it set off to Pythogria, another three day journey. Coming with this fleet were the 34th and 35th Sturmpanzer Capitol Police battalions, and the 1st Panzergrenadier Sardaukar battalion. Their next target was Pythogria, a nation marked for destruction by the Supreme State, and the Whyatican presence was needed to achieve naval and air superiority, and to open a second front in the southern coast.

They came..

(OOC: You can't land in the south. It's 100 foot 90-degree cliffs, with railguns and missile launchers.)

President Holtz again went up to the podium to speak to the people of Holy Paradise:

"My fellow Holy Paradisians,

Not long ago, I told you of a growing menace in this world that is known as the Kraven Corporation. I told you that I had called Legislature together to decided what would be best to do when it comes to dealing with this threat. Legislature has acted quickly and decisively on this issue...for once.

(Laughter)

But, seriously, ladies and gentlemen, I applaud Legislature for acting quickly with the knowledge of the threat that is Kraven. They have deemed it best to declare war on them, so as to eradicate them and preserve freedom for all time. Thank you.

OOC: I must say this here. The Office(US) is on, and so I'm going to go watch it.

19:00 Hours
April 13 C.E 07
off the coast of Pythogria

the ZAFT fleet arrived operation spit break was to commence at dawn

The deafening roar of four engines, eahc producing 225 000 LB's of thrust was not ignored as it landed in Kraviz airport. As the mighty plane landed, it was clear that this was not going to be your normal cargo mission it was on.

There were a number of things which made the landing of this craft quite individual and unique. Firstly, there was the fact that unlike in previous missions, it was repainted in true military colours, almost unheard of in Northfordian Airspace. Second, there was the fact, that unlike previous missions, this plane was operating at full capacity, carrying freight equal to 500 000 Kg, a freight which, despite within its abilities, significantly slowed the plane down. Finally, and most shocking of all, was the fact that throughout the trip, there was almost always a fighter plane within radio range, ready to come to the aid of plane, should it require help.

In this plane was, primarily, medical equipment. Beds, Bandages, Drug's, Splints, Equpiment for an X-Ray facility, you name it, if a doctor was likely to find it in a hospital, it would be here... and, if it wasn't it was on the way.

This plane was, you see, forming the first wave of Northford's aid package to Pythogria.

=========================================================

"Ping....ping......ping..."

"Miles",a voice commanded,"do yourself a favour and catch some rest, we've got another three hours untill we land, and while we're on auto-pilot I can handle things just fine myself."

"Thanks Sir", was the reply from miles, a moderately sized man, almost unremarkable, except from the bright red hair that had gifted his scalp since he was 9 Months old.

"Buda buda budatada da budatada da da" hummed the captain, as he tapped the console harmlessly in front of him. Three Hours he mused to himself sitting there. It would be a long flight.

Meanwhile, miles away, back in safe, secluded Northford, sat Doctor Greeves, a man who was known for his sense of humour in a crisis.

"Mrs Stevens, would you like a drink from the waitress as she passes?" he asked in his educated voice, ever mindful as a doctor that a few simple manners could go a long way.

"Oh, thanks for the offer doctor, could you get me an orange juice, and ask them to make it very cold", replied his chief nurse, who, for the flight would also be sitting next to him,"Here's £2, John, I'll pay for it"

Greeves smiled, "No need Sarah, its all complimentary. The Government are paying for it"

“That’s nice of them”, she replied

“Ladies and gentlemen, ”started a voice over the tannoy, “This is your captain speaking. Welcome to the Osprey passenger craft. The flight will be approximately 9 hours. The weather is fine and dry, and there should be little turbulence, except for when we transfer to conventional propulsion.”

Doctor Greeves turned to Sarah, “You ready for this? Its not to late to turn back”

“No, I’m ready, and besides, we’re doing the right thing.”

The Gamecocks and Tiercels launched from the carriers, ready to comence the bombing of the Kraven Army. The Tiercels stayed nearby the Gamecocks to protect them from enemy fighters.

"Attention to all allies of Pythogria. Please find cover and vacate the area. We will be commencing bomb runs in 7 minutes."

The Gamecocks and Tiercels launched from the carriers, ready to comence the bombing of the Kraven Army. The Tiercels stayed nearby the Gamecocks to protect them from enemy fighters.

"Attention to all allies of Pythogria. Please find cover and vacate the area. We will be commencing bomb runs in 7 minutes."

Tanks made absolutely sure to be out of the way.

"Vacate the area," grumbled Mann, "Easy for them to say. Take cover men! Here we go again!"

The soldiers dove for cover.

A squadron of F/A-74 Eagles joined formation with the fighters from Edoniakistanbabweaguan carriers.

"Edoniakistanbabweaguan aircraft, this is Foxtrot One. Requesting permission to join in on this one."

A squadron of F/A-74 Eagles joined formation with the fighters from Edoniakistanbabweaguan carriers.

"Edoniakistanbabweaguan aircraft, this is Foxtrot One. Requesting permission to join in on this one."

"Cravan Aircraft, this is Cast Leader of the Tiercels Squadron. You have full permission to bomb any and all Kraven forces. Join up with the Shamo Formation with our Gamecock Bombers and Radio Sergant Thomas Sumter for further information."

"Copy that, Cast Leader."

The Eagles joined up with Shamo Formation, and flew in formation with them.

"Lead, Two. I've got multiple ground contacts bearing two-zero-five. We're comin' up on their lines, and quick."
"Copy that, Two. Accelerate to bombing speed and bring it down 2000. We're going for a run."

The aircraft went in low, hugging just above the treetops.

"Alright Gamecocks, its time to commence with Phase 1 of Operation: Reckoning!! Time to send them to their maker ladies!! Bomb them all to hell!!" yelled Sergant Sumter to the entire Shamo Formation.

20 Gamecocks began launching down cluster bombs and impact bomb onto the Kravens. 30 Tiercels stayed nearby to fend off any enemy aircraft from Toopoxia or the Corporation.

Onboard the Typhoon the crew was making preperations on the MAV...

The tank commander watched the bombing. "Everyone, we rush 'em as soon as the bombs are done."

"Bombs away!"

Cluster bombs fell to the Earth from the Eagles as the flew over the Kraven formation. They immediately circled aroundm and headed back to the carrier.

"Thanks for lettin' us tag along boys. It was fun."

"Anytime fellas! Now we better pull out before they send in back up." Sergeant Sumter and the Shamo Formation as well as the 1st Cast Squadron flew back towards the Leviathans.

"ONWARD!"

Tank engines roared, anda whole armored division sped down the hill from the plateau. They traveled in large packs, and began a seek and-destroy mission. Three Exmortis tanksd and five XM-1s snuck up on a Leeman Russ from the front, and began pumping 120mm railgun shells into it.

1/592, Lost Hills lines

"All units: friendly bombing run coming in. Take cover."

The bombs fell all around the Centurions as the troopers of Lost Hills cheered with joy. Hopefully their job would be made much simpler.

Their revelry, however, was cut short by ensuing gunfire coming from the rapidly advancing Centurions.

Task Force Alpha

As Task Force Alpha neared Pythogria, the troops onboard the landing vessels and assault carriers began making preparations for landfall.

Admiral Sternway sat in his chair onboard the Sovereign.

"Status report."

"We are 10nm from Pythogria. All units report ready."

"Send some carriers and a couple dreadnoughts up north to glass the Kraven troops. Keep the rest of the fleet here."

"What about the troopers we have near Icica?"

"They'll have to fend for themselves for now."

The Osprey landed after an uneventful flight to Kraviz, upon which Greeves amd Sarah disembarked.

"Where are we going?", asked a nearby Nurse, "we can't just stand on the air strip all day"

"I know, Ms Hill", replied Greeves, "apparently, someone from Pythogria is supposed to be meeting us here, and helping us out"

The Osprey landed after an uneventful flight to Kraviz, upon which Greeves amd Sarah disembarked.

"Where we going", asked a nearby Nurse, "we can't just stand on the air strip all day"

"I know, Ms Hill", replied Greeves, "apparently, someone from Pythogria is supposed to be meeting us here, and helping us out"

An officer at least six feet tall, followed by guards, walked towards them. "So, I assume you're from Northford?" he said.

"Yes, thats correct", started Doctor Greeves, "I am Doctor Greeves, and I'm heading up the medical aid package. The personel are arriving here in waves, using Northford Planes. While some of the more urgent equipment is arriving by freight plane, the rest of it is coming via sea."

[OOC: Sarzonia Hatchett-class Ultra Large Container Ship's, if your interested]

"Yes, thats correct", started Doctor Greeves, "I am Doctor Greeves, and I'm heading up the medical aid package. The personel are arriving here in waves, using Northford Planes. While some of the more urgent equipment is arriving by freight plane, the rest of it is coming via sea."

[OOC: Sarzonia Hatchett-class Ultra Large Container Ship's, if your interested]

"Ah. We'll welcome it all. But we'll allow you to set up a field hospital closer to Icica."

"Fantastic", replied Greeves, "I'm not a man of war, but even a mere doctors knows he will be more effective nearer to the casualties. We should be deploying 5000 medical personel over the next week, as well as 1000 Commonwealth Guards. When the Guards arrive, they'll be bringing with them the ability for Northford to launch small special operations, but nothing major. I've got permission from Alan Brooks, prime minister, to authorise offence operation, but you have to understand, officially there are only here to provide defence".

Nurse Sarah approached Greeves, interupting the conversation between himself and the officer.

"Sir", she started, "Over there on the run way", she started, pointing in the distance, "is the freight plane unloading its equipment. If my paperwork is correct, we've pretty much got the ability to start setting things up. Most of the consumables won't be here in any great supply for a while yet, but those crates being unloaded now contain a fair bit of prehabricated buildings and beds."

"Sarah", started the doctor, eager to prevent her launching into one of her long discussions, "thats great. Let me finish sorting things out with this lovely man, then we can discuss things ourselves."

"Of course," she replied, suddenly aware she had disturbed something really quite important, "I'll start getting our people together"

Greeves turned back to the officer.

"So, Sir, where were we?"

[OOC: If I'm writing tooo much here, feel free to tell me lol ]

"Fantastic", replied Greeves, "I'm not a man of war, but even a mere doctors knows he will be more effective nearer to the casualties. We should be deploying 5000 medical personel over the next week, as well as 1000 Commonwealth Guards. When the Guards arrive, they'll be bringing with them the ability for Northford to launch small special operations, but nothing major. I've got permission from Alan Brooks, prime minister, to authorise offence operation, but you have to understand, officially there are only here to provide defence".

Nurse Sarah approached Greeves, interupting the conversation between himself and the officer.

"Sir", she started, "Over there on the run way", she started, pointing in the distance, "is the freight plane unloading its equipment. If my paperwork is correct, we've pretty much got the ability to start setting things up. Most of the consumables won't be here in any great supply for a while yet, but those crates being unloaded now contain a fair bit of prehabricated buildings and beds."

"Sarah", started the doctor, eager to prevent her launching into one of her long discussions, "thats great. Let me finish sorting things out with this lovely man, then we can discuss things ourselves."

"Of course," she replied, suddenly aware she had disturbed something really quite important, "I'll start getting our people together"

Greeves turned back to the officer.

"So, Sir, where were we?"

[OOC: If I'm writing tooo much here, feel free to tell me lol ]

"You are in KravizAir #2, fourteenth biggest airport we have. Anyway, just follow me and you can get to a plateau that's a suitable field hospital spot."

OOC: It's in the mountains.

105nm from Lost Hills Navy
"Grand Admiral, we have detected a medium-sized Lost Hills fleet in between us and the Pythogria coast. The readout of their ships is on your console." a deckhand said, looking over his computer console and out the bridge window into the waves.

"Hold position, all submarines form a picket line around the fleet. The Lost Hills fleet is top-heavy, too many capships, and they're spread out over an extremely wide area. We're going to break their right flank and advance to the Pythogrian coast. Launch preliminary missile waves over their right ships, but pay special attention to their aircraft carriers and air defense vessels. All heavy ships are to fire their heavy naval guns as ranging shots against the right-flank vessels. Submarines are to destealth and fire their long-range torpedos and then dive and restealth before Lost Hill response. Get all warplanes prepared for launch, load them up with ATA, the Lost Hills air force is quite formidable. Get to it!" Grand Admiral Salazar said, relishing the new battle.

The new star of the Whyatican fleet, the WSS Wake Island, took centre stage as it fired the first wave of heavy anti-ship missiles at the Lost Hills right flank. Out of a total missile capacity of 16,000, the first wave was 7,000 anti-ship missiles, targetted especially at aircraft carriers, air defense vessels, and escorts for such. The 635mm guns of Wake Island were the first to ring out, sending shells screaming over the water. Following it were it's sister ships, the WSS Na'ib and WSS Mohammed, both Zealous-class Super-Dreadnaughts. The Zealouses fired their own missile waves, and the numerous missile destroyers of the fleet fired theirs. In total, the first wave of 12,120 missiles were fired at the right flank of the Lost Hills navy..

Hundreds of Axim air superiority fighters and Vanguard Virage fighters prepared on their aircraft carriers, loaded down with masses of Air-to-Air missiles for use on the Lost Hills' air force. AWACs and various other spotting planes rocketed off the catapults first, acting as spotters for incoming missiles, shells, aircraft, and ships. Ten wings of Axim warplanes shot off the aircraft carrier catapults, patrolling the skies above the Whyatican navy.

The Torment and Cartegena class submarines of the fleet, forming an anti-sub picket line around the Whyatican fleet, began to fire long-range heavy torpedos, which were only detectable in the last stages of their cruise. After firing, all the submarines quickly switched positions and ran on full stealth again, waiting for the call to fire torpedos again.

I love this job.. thought Grand Admiral Salazar aboard the WSS Na'ib, as the ship shook, firing it's guns in anger once more..

"Of course" Replied the Doctor, following the officer and his men.

The Medical Staff left the airstrip, the Osprey's took back off to being in more personel, and the freight plane had almost finished unloading all 500 000 KG of its supplies.

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Meanwhile, in open ocean, Major Coll was on the deck of the Broken Glass, the new Cargo Ship, when he met a couple of his fellow Guards.

"Jones, Peters, you two should be below deck. Its a choppy evening, and you'd do yourselves good to stay in the warm"

"We would", stated Peters,"but its Jones, he needs to clear his head. Its his 'missus'* you see, she expecting the birth of their first child"

*Missus being cockney london slang for a person's wife

Coll looked at young Jones for a moment.

"Boy," he began, "if you carry on worrying, you're going to get shot. If you keep yourself together, remember your training you will survive. If you carry on worrying, you son won't have a father"

"Son", replied Jones weakly, "its not due for another two days?"

"CONGRATULATIONS JONES, YOU'RE A FATHER" Yelled Coll, loudly.

"Sir?" Jones yelped, "What do you mean"

"I found out a few hours ago. I was going to make the announcment at dinner tonigth, and give you this," he stated, bringing out a small rectangular box,"this, is a Svpam fighting knife, and is arguebly one of the most useful knives in existance"

Jones didn't say anything. He was too shocked, Peters, his best freind, decided to talk for him.

"Um Sir", he started,"how is it useful".

"Because, it does this" replied the Major.

With that, he unscrewed the end of the knife, and pulled on a small tab sticking out of the handle. "BOOM" was the knifes reply.

"You see, it double up as a very short range gun. It's over 200 years old, and therefore useless as a weapon against even skin over 2 meters away. But, I asked a friend of mine who works in Research, and he managed to divise a small flash bang to fit where the origional bullet would be. Its your's Jones. Use it wisely."

Jones was still to shocked to say anything. He just shook the Majors hand, took the knife, and walked away, a tear glistening in his eye.

---Khurzab Bunker---

"Sir, enemy planes and ships sighted!"

"Fire at will. Order the rest of the coast to do the same."

"Yes sir."

Railgun shells streaked through the sky at Whyatican ships, and Majar missiles flew into Whyatican planes.

"Of course" Replied the Doctor, following the officer and his men.

The Medical Staff left the airstrip, the Osprey's took back off to being in more personel, and the freight plane had almost finished unloading all 500 000 KG of its supplies.

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Meanwhile, in open ocean, Major Coll was on the deck of the Broken Glass, the new Cargo Ship, when he met a couple of his fellow Guards.

"Jones, Peters, you two should be below deck. Its a choppy evening, and you'd do yourselves good to stay in the warm"

"We would", stated Peters,"but its Jones, he needs to clear his head. Its his 'missus'* you see, she expecting the birth of their first child"

*Missus being cockney london slang for a person's wife

Coll looked at young Jones for a moment.

"Boy," he began, "if you carry on worrying, you're going to get shot. If you keep yourself together, remember your training you will survive. If you carry on worrying, you son won't have a father"

"Son", replied Jones weakly, "its not due for another two days?"

"CONGRATULATIONS JONES, YOU'RE A FATHER" Yelled Coll, loudly.

"Sir?" Jones yelped, "What do you mean"

"I found out a few hours ago. I was going to make the announcment at dinner tonigth, and give you this," he stated, bringing out a small rectangular box,"this, is a Svpam fighting knife, and is arguebly one of the most useful knives in existance"

Jones didn't say anything. He was too shocked, Peters, his best freind, decided to talk for him.

"Um Sir", he started,"how is it useful".

"Because, it does this" replied the Major.

With that, he unscrewed the end of the knife, and pulled on a small tab sticking out of the handle. "BOOM" was the knifes reply.

"You see, it double up as a very short range gun. It's over 200 years old, and therefore useless as a weapon against even skin over 2 meters away. But, I asked a friend of mine who works in Research, and he managed to divise a small flash bang to fit where the origional bullet would be. Its your's Jones. Use it wisely."

Jones was still to shocked to say anything. He just shook the Majors hand, took the knife, and walked away, a tear glistening in his eye.
The officer walked towards a convoy of trucks. "You'll need to load your stuff on here, then Bil lwill take you to the pleateau."

The Medical Staff all unloaded their personal baggage upto the truck.

"Shall we go then" asked Greeves.

[OOC: Trucks? I thought you didn't have roads :S]

Squadron Delta, Task Force Alpha, 20nm from Pythogria

The ships of the fleet were not spread out in a simple line formation, but rather in squadrons of capital ships and escorts, with submarines guarding each cluster. They were spaced so each squadron could cover another in case of an assault. Though this still put the fleet in a precarious position, it was not as bad as it could have been.

The commander of Cluster Delta, Vice-Admiral Bradley, was in charge of the right flank of the coastline, with a contigent of capital ships and his assorted escorts.

"Missiles inbound! My radar screen is blinded with all of them!"

"Alert all ships. Spin up the AMCCG guns and the Paramounts. Let's knock these things out. Fire off our own missiles."

As the thousands upon thousands of missiles came rushing in, Paramount ADVs started firing thousands of 70mm shells into the air. The DMS rounds started spewing depleted uranium rounds into the enemy missiles formations. 21 Paramounts were with Cluster Delta, so that meant 1050 guns firing off thousands of rounds per minute. Thousands of enemy missiles exploded in mid-air above the fleet. Shrapnel rained down on the decks, killing 357 crewmen of various ships.

The guided missiles cruisers of the cluster started firing off RIM-506F Foxarrow SAMs at any remaining enemy missiles. The rocket-ramjet missiles raced into the enemy heavies, knocking out thousands more.

505 missiles remained after the longer range air defense systems had finished their business. As the missiles closed in on the ships of the Cluster, the ADVs started firing off their Conhort CIWS, a variant of the GAU-8 Avenger. Thousands of HE rounds pierced the sky. The other ships of the fleet started firing AMCCG guns, with projectiles being launched at 7500 ft/s.

92 missiles remained after all the AD systems had finished their work. All struck home within the Cluster, knocking out two Lord Class Heavy Battleships, three Chieftain Class Pocket Battleships, and eight Paramount Class Air Defense Vessels. A Valkyrie Class Helicopter Assault Carrier was destroyed after absorbing 17 missiles. Many other ships were damaged, including a guided missiles cruiser that eventually exploded in a fantastic fireball.

Suddenly, the subs ringing the Cluster detected heavy torpedoes coming in. Alerting the fleet, they spun up their own Guardian turrets, firing high velocity rounds at the torpedoes themselves. Several leaked through, and a destroyer was lost as a result.

However, despite all the damage, the fleet was still mission-effective.

"Alert the fleet. We've got trouble inbound."

Squadron Alpha, Task Force Alpha, 22nm from Pythogria

"Squadron Delta reports moderate damage after missile strike."

"Launch fighters and fire off the Roundels. Let's bring the fight to them."

From the decks of the dreadnoughts and carriers of the fleet, hundreds of fighters began lifting off. The TSF-620B Xeon fighters represented the best of the best in technology and training. They switched on their AVLO camouflage, all 922 of them, and became essentially invisible to the naked eye. An additional 513 TSF-622 Sparrow fighters followed in a seperate wave. CSA-E AWACS planes provided a radar screen for the formations, detecting incoming enemy fighters.

"Bandits inbound. Light 'em up."

Squadron leaders started giving fire orders, with over 2,000 AIM-509B Starfall II intermediate range missiles streaking toward the enemy fighters.

The Arsenal Ships and guided missile cruisers of the fleet now had a chance to shine, especially with the new BGM-501 Roundel anti-shipping missiles. 13,000 Roundels flew out of the VLS cells of the fleet, with roughly half configured for top-up attack. The GPS capability of the missiles allowed programmable waypoints, which meant much more unpredictability for enemy defenders and much more effective strikes. The missiles targeted mainly the escorts of the enemy fleet, leaving the capitals for the big guns later.

Pythogrian troops charged, as the sound of beating rotors filled their ears. Four Cravanian CH-66 gunships flew overhead, and the commander of the Pythogrian troops recieved a message via radio.

"We've been ordered to support you in any way possible while the bulk of our forces in the south offloads from their ships. What do ya want us to blow up first?"

The Medical Staff all unloaded their personal baggage upto the truck.

"Shall we go then" asked Greeves.

[OOC: Trucks? I thought you didn't have roads :S]

OOC: You'll see.

IC:

"Yes, let's go."

At that moment, Carryalls flew down, picked the trucks up, and began flying towards the edge of the city.

Pythogrian troops charged, as the sound of beating rotors filled their ears. Four Cravanian CH-66 gunships flew overhead, and the commander of the Pythogrian troops recieved a message via radio.

"We've been ordered to support you in any way possible while the bulk of our forces in the south offloads from their ships. What do ya want us to blow up first?"

the captain replied. "Take out the Leeman Russ tanks, please."

OOC: You'll see.

IC:

"Yes, let's go."

At that moment, Carryalls flew down, picked the trucks up, and began flying towards the edge of the city.


Several of the women screamed. The truck it seemed, was flying.

"What on earth is this?",asked Greeves, "Whatever it is, it's bloody marvelous."

Several of the women screamed. The truck it seemed, was flying.

"What on earth is this?",asked Greeves, "Whatever it is, it's bloody marvelous."

"Don't worry, everyone. These planes are called Carryalls. We have some capable of carrying everything from small trucks to Exmortis 160-ton HBTs. These have been tested and are completely safe. Now, look out the windows."

the captain replied. "Take out the Leeman Russ tanks, please."

"Copy that, boys."

The lead pilot switched back to a squadron frequency.

"Light 'em up, boys!"

Side panels on the four choppers sprung open, and rocket pods appeared. The gunships maneuvered into position, and the gunners began to sqeeze the secondary fire button...

The combined ZAFT/Dominion fleet now moved quickly into the Pythogrian waters, Dominion transports moving away to the protected bay of the nation as the Amazonian submarines and warships regrouped to converge and lead an attack on the Whyatican warships to assist the Lost Hills forces.

Sion transmitted a comm to Zala, informing him of his intentions.

"The Lost Hills forces face an almost even battle against the Whyatican fleet. It is in our best intentions to lay aid and wipe out the Whyatican scum."

---Supreme Command---

Radar, radar, radar. All day. Covering the whole empire.

But George Fri spotted something.

It looked like a fleet.

Coming from Whyatica.

"Sir, I think there's a fleet here. An enemy one."

His supervisor replied, "Get the satellite up on the main screen."

It appeared. Pictures of the battle between Whyatica and Lost Hills.

The supervisor ran to the wall, grabbed the phone, and called the generals.

"Collete, we've found a Whyatican fleet attacking us."

She replied, "Huh? Is Lost Hills defending?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"I'll give them support. Tell me if you see anything else."

"Yes."

---General's Quarters---

Collete called Admiral Lok'Ton. "Lok, there's a Whyatican fleet attacking near Kabalt. I want you to nail them from the side."

"Yes, ma'am. How big is it?"

"Three SDs, and escorts. Lot's of escorts."

"Are there other combatants?"

"Lost Hills is defending our shore, and our railguns have begun a barrage. But I want this to be a sure fight. Get moving."

"Yes, ma'am."

---Ocean---

The fleet was off, ready to engage Whyatica. It came up to the side of the enemy fleet.

Lok'Ton radioed all ships. "Attack! Broadside!"

Radioed back was, "Yes sir!"

Cannon rounds and torps were hgurled towards the enemy.

the message was heard and responded to by admiral talia

Talia: roger that we shall engage Sea Scopion out..........Condition Red!

CIC: Condition Red issued! Condition Red issued! pilots stand by your respective units!

as the alarms went off men went to there stations and pilots went to there craft and a limited number went to some GINN's which went top side on top of a carrier 3 of the pilots for elite soldiers and had there GINN's in custom colors one pilot was Miguel Aiman given the nickname "The Magic Bullet of Dusk" his GINN was orange, the other two were Athrun Zala "the Red Knight of Justice" and his red GINN, and Kira Yamato in his Blue GINN, Miguel,Kira and Athrun had 500mm Cattus 500mm recoilless rifles and were on the top deck of the Carrier Eternal

General Dawson put his hat on his head, and looked to General Collete.

"I know this is a difficult time for your people. But I suggest you gather up your brass and move your high command facilities to a smaller, low profile area. Knowing Kraven, the rest of this country could be overrun in a few days. Kahanistan was overrun by the Consortium inside a week in the Kraven War. I admit, they had the Freeks back then, but Kraven is a capable fighting force. And with Whyatica trying to open a second front from the south..."

He paused.

"It's your choice. My government will probably be ordering me and my staff out of here in the next few days, possibly hours. I'll probably be sent back to Colorsia, where our command center for the region is located. You're more than welcome to come along. We can establish an effective strategy center there, and prepare a counter attack."

General Dawson put his hat on his head, and looked to General Collete.

"I know this is a difficult time for your people. But I suggest you gather up your brass and move your high command facilities to a smaller, low profile area. Knowing Kraven, the rest of this country could be overrun in a few days. Kahanistan was overrun by the Consortium inside a week in the Kraven War. I admit, they had the Freeks back then, but Kraven is a capable fighting force. And with Whyatica trying to open a second front from the south..."

He paused.

"It's your choice. My government will probably be ordering me and my staff out of here in the next few days, possibly hours. I'll probably be sent back to Colorsia, where our command center for the region is located. You're more than welcome to come along. We can establish an effective strategy center there, and prepare a counter attack."

"I guess you're right. We have support, but... yes. I'd best come, with my staff. The Supreme General will be coming as well. He's been planning to evacuate."

"Very well. I'll alert the base to make preperations for your arrival."

A massive Dominion air armada had ascended into the air, first flying away from the Whyatican fleet, but now angling back towards them. Hundreds of fighters, torpedo bombers, precision bombers, and assault fighters crowded the airspace, a massive wave of aircraft high in the sky. The assault fighters now took a low vector towards the Whyatican fleet, the pilots radioing back and forth to coordinate attacks, the interceptors patrolling, torpedo bombers diving low, the precision bombers staying at high altitude. At the signal from the Dominion fleet far below, the craft locked on Whyatican ships, pressing activation triggers, and slamming away precision missiles.
Igniting, over 750 SeaScream ASM missiles jetted out from the wave of advancing jets from the opening volley, the projectiles accelerating to over 1500 mph, honing on the Whyatican targets. Corrispondently, the torpedo bombers, heavy jammers on to prevent SAM retribution, flying as low as possible to the waves, closed in to far distance for the torpedoes to be able to hit, than dropping the swimmers into the water. Around a hundred Mk. 9 torps splashed in, followed by a second round of around 60 more torps. The torpedo bombers, their jobs done, raced away from the combat zone, speeding off with afterburners burning hot.
The precision bombers, meanwhile, having expunged what ASM missiles they had, and after watching the assault fighters and interceptors rally off their missiles, stayed high, under fighter escort, and prepped for a bombing run over the large Whyatican SDs. The moderately clear day gave decent visability to the accurate bombers, lining up sights with the ground far below, cluster bombs and anti-armor explosives readying inside the bays. After the missiles had gone off a good distance, the 50 light bombers making up the precision crew emptied their tanks. 200 bombs of various ordinance and payload dropped from the rangy bombers, falling and picking up velocity as they moved in on the slower moving SDs.
Correspondently with the missile and torp drop by the air wave, the naval force, maintaining a long distance so the unwieldy Dominion guns would not have to be utilized, and the dominant missile weaponry instead, SSM launchers on the cruisers, destroyers, frigates, and battleships locked in Whyatican naval targets. With a whoosh of air and the burst of engine fire, the hot projectiles fired from their launchers, arcing to the sky and then angling down to slightly above sea level. With the sea fire, the 220 SSMs launched joined the other weapons streaking in towards the Whyatican fleet.
The aircraft, meanwhile, were heading back to the carriers, spread far beyond the engagement fleet with heavy escort. AWACS craft remained in the air, scanning for potential threats.

"Very well. I'll alert the base to make preperations for your arrival."

"Thank you. Now, as to the actual battle... We have tanks and infantry in Icica, and a fleet headed for Kabalt. Do you suggest we do anything more?"

"Grand Admiral, the Pythogrian, Amazonian Beasts, and ZADF fleets are attempting to close us into a pincer movement. Orders?" a RADAR/AWACS reader said over the roar of the massive 30" guns.

"Order the fleet to set bearings east, move ourselves out of the pincer, continue firing at the Lost Hills fleet!" Grand Admiral Salazar roared.

The fleet began to move at flank speed, 35 knots, and it continued to fire at the Lost Hills fleet as it advanced. The railgun shells, moving at the speeds they did, were very easily detected by the AWACS planes, well out of range of combat. The unguided shells simply missed and ended up slamming into the sea, creating a massive splash. The twelve thousand missiles fired by the Lost Hills were detected by the AWACS planes in the air, and the countermeasures came online immediately. Anti-Ballistic Missile systems fired interceptor missiles as quickly as they could, carving up 4,100 missiles. The Captain of the WSS Wake Island, however, had better ideas. The stern of all refitted Warspite class heavy battleships had atomic missile launchers, with a yield of 2 kilotons. In the Wake Island's first engagement, it fired the atomic missile at the incoming missile horde, utterly annihilating the oncoming missiles, leaving only 90 missiles incoming at the fleet, which were shredded by CIWS systems with no problem.

Guns ranging from 5" to 30" continued to pour munitions on the unmoving right flank of the Lost Hills fleet, and submarines also threw torpedos in the mix as they moved away from the Coalition pincer movement. Wake Island opened up with another 8,000 missile wave, and the Zealous class Super-Dreadnaughts poured railgun fire at the enemy fleet. Seeing the threat of the Pythogrian railguns, a number of heavy bunker-busting conventional missiles were fired out from the missile destroyers of the fleet, 100 missiles per launcher detected.

In the air, the battle was not going nearly so smoothly. Sending 2,000 missiles at 140 fighters was slightly overkill, and as the fighters attempted to jink, dive, and swerve away from missiles, some dropped out of the sky like flies swatted. The remaining ones survived, using chaff and ECM to avoid their aggressors. They charged at the Lost Hills air force, firing "Stalker" AtA missiles, bolstered by a number of StA launches from the Whyatican Navy, and reinforced by ten more wings of Vanguard Virage aircraft, adding their firepower to the mix as well..

"I do suggest some more air raids. We should take advantage of the fact that Kraven neglected to bring any triple A."

He looked up.

"Of course, this is coming from the mouth of an Air Force general.", he added with a smirk.

OOC: its ZAFT not ZADF

IC

Talia: have all air craft launch

Sion viewed the less than ideal results from the first wave of attack. The aircraft were returning in to the carrier flotilla, and the naval warfleet had been set to go in slow pursuit of the Whyatican fleet advancing away from the Dominion armada. He resolved to launch a harder, more powerful, mor numerous hit next attack. No weapons port or aircraft would be spared.

a large air force of Spearheads, SkyBlazers, and sky hawks totalling over 400 air craft moved in for the attack as 4 Vosgulov-class Hunter killer sub's fired shots from all 12 of there torpedo tubes

Alpha Squadron, Task Force Alpha, 26nm from Pythogria

"Delta Squadron is taking a beating out there. We've lost another Chieftain to the missile fire. The Paramounts are doing a good job of covering against enemy missiles. The Triada armor is holding up very well against the enemy guns. The other squadrons report no damage."

"Are we in range of the heavy guns?"

"Yes. All ships report ready to fire."

"Do it then!"

The dreadnoughts and battleships of the fleet started opening up with their heavy guns on the enemy fleet. The Argentine Class Galleons, all ten of them, built to eliminate enemy dreadnoughts, fired hundreds upon hundreds of 27" ETC, 18" ETC, and 12" railguns into the three enemy dreadnoughts. The Lord Class Heavy Battleships fired off their 18" and 10" railguns at the enemy escorts. Chieftain Pocket Battleships, along with Search Class Destroyers, provided a screen against any incoming enemy torpedoes. The Destroyers and Cruisers of the fleet fired off their smaller 4" railguns.

Finally, the massive, hulking dreadnoughts started firing their 27" ETC guns. Each ship was outfitted with four dozen of the long-barrelled tubes and they all started spitting out shells at the enemy ships.

The firepower amassed against the enemy fleet was amazing. Thousands of ETC, railgun, and coilgun rounds were being fired at the enemy vessels.

31st Fighter Squadron

"Here they come! Let's see if this AVLO actually works."

"More company. Regiment strength formation coming in."

"Alright boys. Fire off the missiles and switch back to your guns."

"They've got a lock on me! I can't shake it. He-"

AIM-508B Starshield II short range missiles started pouring out of launchers at the enemy planes. Due to the numerical advantage, the Xeons had the luxury of teaming up on enemy planes, with three Xeons attacking a single enemy fighter at a time. The 27mm Divine Thunder cannons started opening up on the enemy planes as well, peppering them with shells.

Seventy-eight Xeons were lost in the battle, even with the camouflage and RCS. The Sparrows were some distance behind the Xeons, waiting for clearance to go and make a bombing run on the enemy fleet.

Dawson closed his government issue cell phone, and looked to Collete.

"They're ready at Colorsia.", He said. "We can leave anytime. How will you and your people be getting there? Oh, and I better mention it now. Bring warm clothes."

[OOC: I just threw an article on NSWiki together about the island if you need any info on it. Here's the link. (http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/index.php/Colorsia)]

The Pythogrian fleet began to chase the enemy fleet, shooting all the way.

Dawson closed his government issue cell phone, and looked to Collete.

"They're ready at Colorsia.", He said. "We can leave anytime. How will you and your people be getting there? Oh, and I better mention it now. Bring warm clothes."

[OOC: I just threw an article on NSWiki together about the island if you need any info on it. Here's the link. (http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/index.php/Colorsia)]

"I'll be sure to do that. As for getting there, our Carryalls will do nicely. We can leave ASAP."

"I'll be sure to do that. As for getting there, our Carryalls will do nicely. We can leave ASAP."

"Excellent."

He flipped his cell phone open, and called the jet out on the tarmac that he was ready to return to Colorsia. Dawson gathered up his staff, and prepared to board the plane.

"Excellent."

He flipped his cell phone open, and called the jet out on the tarmac that he was ready to return to Colorsia. Dawson gathered up his staff, and prepared to board the plane.

"Well then, to get ready."

Colette took out her communicator, and told her staff, "We are to relocate t oa Cravanian island. Pack up everything woirth keeping, and bring warm clothes."

The packing began immediately.

Whyatican Navy
As the Whyatican navy moved away from the pincer movement, they almost appeared to be sharks around the carcass of the Lost Hill fleet formation. Many of the oncoming shells simply missed entirely, as the Fleet was moving at flank speed. Others, however, impacted the first tiers of the Whyatican formation, destroying destroyers and light cruisers here and there. The capital ships of the fleet remained, for the most part, unharmed as they returned fire after a brief pause to regain targetting on the Lost Hill fleet. Missiles continued to leap out of the launchers, but this time a new tactic was tried. For every one real missile fired, two dud missiles with no warhead were launched as well, to increase the chance of a real missile impacting the Lost Hills. The naval gun bombardment continued in a frenzy, but the Whyaticans made a minor mistake on one of the "Elusive" class Battleships, the gun overheated and was taken out of the action briefly.

The Submarines of the Whyatican Navy, for some reason, had been entirely ignored by the enemy fleets nearly surrounding them, and would make the hostiles feel the pain of their mistake. "Hammerhead" heavy torpedos suddenly flooded through and out of the launch tubes, remaining as stealthy as possible for three-fourths of their cruise, and then accelerating to maximum speed in the last quarter. They were targetted at the Dreadnaughts and other capital ships of the Lost Hills navy. The ZATF torpedos, being noticed by the submarine picket upon approach, were targetted by innumerable ASHuM guns, and the vast majority of the oncoming torpedos were annihilated. However, 13 torpedos made it through the picket and slammed into the front tiers of the fleet, removing 9 "Hannibal" class escort destroyers and 1 "Morsky-Orol" class light cruiser.

The warplanes weren't having as fun a time, as they were having a much more difficult time against the warplanes of Lost Hills. Axim class air superiority fighters were engaged in dogfights with the Xeons of the Lost Hills air force, and they gave as good as they were recieving, but 10 Whyatican fighters had fallen and 4 others were damaged. Missiles rained throughout the sky, creating a very distinctive shadow on the ocean, the shadow of battle. The Vanguard Virage warplanes arrived to the battle, firing "Stalker" AAMs and joining in the dogfights..

Some of the first ring of cruisers sunk. "Attack the subs!"

Destroyers used a special type of depth charge. It moved like a torpoedo, but had guidance and an area of effect.

"Iselia Port Authority, this is Marshal Branko of the Carthaginian Combined Forces. I request permission for the first elements of Pythogrian Expeditionary Force to begin docking and offloading our forces."

"Iselia Port Authority, this is Marshal Branko of the Carthaginian Combined Forces. I request permission for the first elements of Pythogrian Expeditionary Force to begin docking and offloading our forces."

The port authority replied. "Permission granted. Unload forces at Dock #34. Dock security code: 567324."

Jack jumped off the Bullet train, this was as close as he could get to the Conflict zone without attracting attention, the rest of the way he could walk, his cold training had prepared him for light blizzards and walking in these conditions.

The signs began to point to Icica as he got further North, he was sure he could see a city outside of the fog and snow, not long now he hoped to himself in order to make sure he didn't stop.

North Volitaia

The Leader was sitting harmlessly at his desk pondering how well the mission was going, the Toxitroopers at the door were standing in thier usual monotony, he checked his watch, 15:16, 4 minutes, the clock was set to Pythogrian time, in reality it was 21:16 and it was dark outside, the Hot days were followed but the deathly cold nights as the lack of cloud provided no insulation, he checked the watch again, 15:20, dead on time, he sent of the message which had remained stuck to his screen.



The message was designed to be vague in the unlikly case of interception but clear enough for someone who knew about the subject.

Icica

Jack Kritzk approached the city waving his ID in the air, hoping that the Kraven would not immediatly set upon him as an enemy.

OOC: The trains lead directly into the cities, and all lines to Icica have been destroyed/shut down.

OOC: The trains lead directly into the cities, and all lines to Icica have been destroyed/shut down.

(OOC: What? No connecting services, gah, I guess my guy'll have to walk his way there)

(OOC: What? No connecting services, gah, I guess my guy'll have to walk his way there)

OOC: Erm... I wouldn't suggest it. Mountains in the way...

OOC: Erm... I wouldn't suggest it. Mountains in the way...
OOC: Shoot, my army managed to get there on foot.

OOC: Shoot, my army managed to get there on foot.

OOC: Yes. ARMY. With supplies, and camps, and such. One man... No.

The first Carthaginians to set foot on Pythogrian soil were the military police of the CCF, who would have a full plate as right behind them was an entire reenforced infantry corp.

(OOC - That's the best I can do at the moment, as I don't have the unit specs. at hand and anything more specific without them.)

OOC: FOR THE LAST TIME ITS ZAFT!! Z A F T OK?

as the enmy fleet moved away the ZAFT air force moved for the attack

Pilot: this is Sky Hawk Bravo 2 enemy fleet in range dropping torps

Pilot2: this is Sky Blazer Alpha 1 confirming fish in water from sky hawks coming up on target Torps away!

many torpedos 344 in all came in from the air craft and Spearhead Fighters fired Anti-Sub missiles into the water at enemy subs

Jack had managed to take the Train up to Florernst and was walking down following the cliffs, it was 200 miles to Icica but Icica was not where he was headed, he had just recently been contacted via Cellphone about a gap in the patrols, he was ordered to find his way along the Cliffs until he saw the Car with a Toxitrooper in civilian uniform standing next to it.

Sure enough as he walked along just past his second hour he could see the sillhouette of a Car, illuminated by the short puffings of Ciggarettes, Toxitroopers were reknowned for thier addictions to Tobbacco and Jack would smoke too if he had to go through the things that they went through, the Car itself was small and buggy looking, but it'd suffice for the travel planned, the Toxitrooper had put out the ciggy and was waving towards the Agent who was briskly walking at the vechile.

Jack met the Trooper and they exchanged stories for a while before getting into the car, Trooper driving, the Car took a short while to heat up but soon managed to churn onwards through the plains and onto Icica at a steady 30MPH.

The Kraven Forces had been pushing on for Several Hours now, and with the Small special Ops force working in the trenches, a small force had been deployed to deal with them, namely three Leman Russ's and several Hundered Centurians, while the rest of the Forces, now bolstered by Sturmpanzer Capitol Police, forged on, hunting down the forces of New Ireland, the Leman Russ's swept the horizon with Thermal Optics, while the ones that were performing the long range barrage had stopped firing, while logistical Crews went to work restocking HE shells...

It wouldn't be long before Kravens Reinforcements arrived, and when they did the pace of the battle would have been turned...

The Trenches had been struck several times by various air forces, and quite a few of the trenches were torn apart, the corpses of Capitol Police littering the battlefield... but of no concern to Kraven....

The Lost Hills were putting a stiff resistance, with their forces taking out two of the eight leman russ's, but still the Centurians pushed on towards them, laying down hellish amounts of lead, while the Leman Russ's continued to tear up the defensive positions with HE Shells and Assault cannons...

Kraven forces had secured the City when various orbital weapons struck, destroying numerous buildings, and several machine gun posts, corpses of Capitol Police were buried under the rubble as the smoke gently settled

In Immediate response to the Orbital weaponry, Kraven ASAT missiles were launched from Silos across Kraven Held Numonica, these missiles tore into the straosphere and into the cold vacume of space, targetting the weapon platforms of Pythogria, the chances of Pythogria making another attack of this style was Minimal...

Another event in Numonica was the 3rd Kraven Battlefleet leaving the docks and heading out to Pythogria, the vessels numbering 250 ships, made haste towards the coast line to bolster the forces of Whyatica and bringing fresh reinforcements to the Kraven Forces present...

The Toopoxian Agent was met by Capitol Police, they stared at him with their red glowing eyes, that tore right into his soul, dragged him away and into the City, the large Building of the Mayors house, where he was met by a Kraven captain, who immediatly pulled out several documents detailing the the Toopoxian Agent...

"What do you want..." The Captain looked at him, some what disinterested, while flicking through the folder...

----- Leah's Cell -----

The Door swung open as two more Capitol Police entered, they dragged her out of the cell and into another room, from there she was thrown to the other side, with minimal effort from the two troopers, The Room was almost identical...

But however, there was a large glass pannel in the room...

What seemed like several hours passed, in total darkness, when suddenly the Glass pannel was illuminated with an intense bright white light... and a voice eminated from a speaker somewhere in the room...

"Name..."

---BP Sattelite---

The computer recognized the incoming missiles, and fored Brilliant Pebbles at them. Other sattelites followed, and a Fortress-Class sattelite used a point-defence laser. However, six sattelites were lost.

---To Kraven---

"As you can see, you maniacs, your attack against our sattelite has been repelled, with minimal losses. Your fleet near Kabalt is being destroyed. And your Capitol Police will soon be nothing."

"Well." Jack turned away from his fasination with the non human look of the CP, "We need explosives to help with our effort, and maybe some weapons aswell, anything you're willing to spare us that we can bring back safely." He smiled hoping to push through his proposition, the Toxitrooper was standing beside the Agent also smiling sweetly.

The Edoniakistanbabweaguan units moved in towards Icica following the blitzkreig. The MAV was getting prepared for landing, but it seemed it would be unnecessary. The tanks rooled in and began firing upon Kraven units.

Tank Hunters
The tank hunter units had split up and reached the broken earth in front of the Leman Russ tanks. Murphy and his unit of 4 carefully aimed at the necks of the Kraven soldiers guarding the nearest tank, and fired. They scrabbled out of the blast crater and moved in on the tank, C4 at the ready.

Leah's Imprisonment
Leah snorted at the question.
"Bite me."

Tank Hunters
The tank hunter units had split up and reached the broken earth in front of the Leman Russ tanks. Murphy and his unit of 4 carefully aimed at the necks of the Kraven soldiers guarding the nearest tank, and fired. They scrabbled out of the blast crater and moved in on the tank, C4 at the ready.

Leah's Imprisonment
Leah snorted at the question.
"Bite me."

The Door to Leahs Cell was opened, and a Trooper carrying a large fire hose, blasted water into the Cell, causing leah to be forced against the back of the wall, the water was freezing cold and the ordeal lasted for several minutes before the water was switched off and the door closed..

The room was flooded with darkness once again, before the light came on, intense and blinding...

"Name..."



Several Troops fell as the shots tore through the throats, instantly the tank was aware something was up when one of the troopers failed to report in, as New Irelands soliders approached, the Tank revved its engine and began to move forwards, its Tank Commander opened the hatch, and brought his turret mounted MG 42 to bear, looking for targets...

---- Toopoxian Agent ----


The Captain thought for a moment, looking through the folder...

"Come with me" he spoke while turning to walk off...

a few meters ahead, he came to an armoury, the Officer opened the door, handed the Toopoxian Agent a MG 42, that was heavy for a non capitol Police trooper to handle, and a box of ammunition, he was then handed a small box marked " Danger C12, Highly Explosive "

The Officer closed the Door and locked it, before turning and sending the Agent on his way...

"My applogies, In War, we are not masters of our own time, and I have things to Attend to..."

"I understand, good luck but I also need to get back, I have a very important mission." Without a further word the two men got back to the car and carefully placed the explosives and the weapons in the bbot and made thier way to the rondeveux point.

Dawson's jet landed at Colorsia, and he quickly walked into the command complex from the cold. Now all was left to be done was wait for the Pythogrian brass to arrive.

********************

Dryson creeped slowly through the snow, being sure to keep his head down. His armor hid most of his thermal signatures, and his camo effectively kept him from being seen by the casual observer. He picked his head up for a moment to look back at his men. All thirty-six of his platoon were there, and the other platoons were moving along with his.

Alright... Remember what they taught you in basic, Rich. Remember...

He looked up straight ahead, and he could see and hear the tracers fly. He heard the constant cracking of small arms, and knew that was where they needed to go.

They continued on, unyielding.

Tank Hunters
God guide my hand thought Murphy as he lined his rifle up with the Commanders neck. As he pulled the trigger, the other soldiers continued to move forward.

Leah's Imprisonment
Leah huddled in a corner of the room, shivering. She gritted her teeth to stop the chattering, and decided to be defiant for as long as she could.
"Fuck you, pig!" she shouted, and awaited further pain.

Dryson stopped, and looked up to see the Irish troops charging. He gave a hand signal to his troops. Fire at will.

Simultaneously, the troops picked their targets carefully, being careful to remain unseen in the chaos. When each picked a target, they opened fire. What ensued was a wall of precisely aimed lead headed straight for the Kraven forces. Before they could see the effect, they all dove for cover, and loaded their armor-piercing rounds into their UGLs. They continued to pick targets, and the first engagement between Cravanian ground troops and Kraven troops occurred.

The Round struck the Commander squarely in the head, the lurching and movement of the tank, put the round off slightly, but it wasn't enough to kill the Commander, those red eyes focused in on the general direction of the shot, the Optical Mags changed to Thermo Graphic, as the Gunner brought a Side sponson Assault cannon to bear, opening fire in the general direction...


--- Leah's Cell ---

The Cell was still swiming with Water, the Door of the Cell was swung open once more, while Leah was picked up by two Troopers and dragged from the cell to a large room, it was cold, empty, and the walls were a gun metal grey...

A Black Bag was placed over her head and tied tight enough to cause some discomfort around her neck, her hands were bound to the chair arms and her feet bound to the legs of the chair...

a plate of hot steaming food was placed beneath her, left to torment her senses...

the only sound in the room was of the Respirators of the Capitol Police...

Dryson stopped, and looked up to see the Irish troops charging. He gave a hand signal to his troops. Fire at will.

Simultaneously, the troops picked their targets carefully, being careful to remain unseen in the chaos. When each picked a target, they opened fire. What ensued was a wall of precisely aimed lead headed straight for the Kraven forces. Before they could see the effect, they all dove for cover, and loaded their armor-piercing rounds into their UGLs. They continued to pick targets, and the first engagement between Cravanian ground troops and Kraven troops occurred.


The Cravan Troops were instantly met with the sound of 170mm Smooth Bore Cannons as two Leman Russ Battletanks roared over the gully towards them, assault cannons tearing up the ground, as Troopers Charged towards them, GPMG's and Assault Rifles joining the volley, a few corpses lay a few feet back from where the opening shots had struck home...

A few Cravanian troops were thrown into the air from the initial bombardment, and Dryson's heart pounded as he heard the tanks approach. However, basic training gave him enough experience to know what to do. He shouted at the top of his lungs.

"GRENADIERS! FRONT!"
"YES, SIR!"

Two men came up, and took cover. They both dismounted their Multi-Use SMAW launchers, and immediately brought them to bear on the Leman Russ Battletanks. Two rockets went out at the tanks, aimed just under the turret of each. The two grenadiers took cover to reload, and managed to get another volley off before taking cover again.

"TAKE COVER!"

A grand total of eighteen Cayalls flew in, carrying the Pythogrian brass and all the supplies they needed.

"This is Carryall 1, requesting permission for landing."

"Carryall 1, this is Colorsia. Permission granted. Land on the marked pads, please."

"Carryall 1, this is Colorsia. Permission granted. Land on the marked pads, please."

"Thank you, will do."

The Carryalls landed (on the marked pads), and begn to unload their cargo and the personell of Supreme Command.

colette shivered. "This is arctic."

Tank Hunter
Murphy shouted incoherently and ran straight in front of the tank to get out of range of the sponson. He grabbed the front of the tank and jumped on it to keep from getting run over. Murphy clambered to the roof of the turret, and aimed a burst at the Commander's neck.

Leah's Cell
Block it out, block it out, block it out..., Leah tried not to concentrate on the smell of the food. But she hadn't eaten anything for three days, and it was starting to wear on her mind. Her stomach growled again, and she decided to give them a small victory.
"Leah Walsh."

Dryson watched amazed as a young Irish soldier run up a tank and shoot at the tank commander's neck. He didn't watch long enough to see what happened since he was busy reloading his five shot AP UGL magazine. He brought it up to bear, and picked out one of Kraven's Centurions. He aimed it square in the center of the chest, trying to see exactly how well the AP rounds penetrated armor. He squeezed the trigger, and heard the pop from his launcher. He immediately ducked his head back down, and waited for a lull in the action to fire again.

Jack had made it back to the City, the Toxitrooper sat outside the City as not to have questions asked about where he and the car came from, Jack was watching to see if there were any guards present to get into the fuel dump, he was trying not to look like he was spying and so he had lent against an adjacent wall and started to smoke a large ciggarette kindly donated to him by the Toxitrooper, he had the C12 seperated into his pockets, it just looked like play-dough to him, he also had an electric detonator in his jacket pocket, he waited for any signs for him able to pass through undetected.

Jack had made it back to the City, the Toxitrooper sat outside the City as not to have questions asked about where he and the car came from, Jack was watching to see if there were any guards present to get into the fuel dump, he was trying not to look like he was spying and so he had lent against an adjacent wall and started to smoke a large ciggarette kindly donated to him by the Toxitrooper, he had the C12 seperated into his pockets, it just looked like play-dough to him, he also had an electric detonator in his jacket pocket, he waited for any signs for him able to pass through undetected.

A police officer sighted him. Hey... he thought. That's illegal.

"You! Hey, you! You're coming with me!"

He pulled handcuffs.

"You are under arrest for the usage of drugs on Pythogrian lands."

Damn, Jack thought to himself, next time I get really familiar with the crazy rules of these countries, grabbing the ciggarette tightly in his hands he forced the white tube towards the Officers eye.

Damn, Jack thought to himself, next time I get really familiar with the crazy rules of these countries, grabbing the ciggarette tightly in his hands he forced the white tube towards the Officers eye.

The officer was hit. "Agh!!"

Other officers closed in, and pulled ZP-1 pistols.

oh goddammit! Jack rolled down and grabbed the ZP-1 off the writhing cop, he blasted off a few shots towards the others and fled towards some cover where he could call for help from the Toxitrooper, bullets whized past as he dashed away.

oh goddammit! Jack rolled down and grabbed the ZP-1 off the writhing cop, he blasted off a few shots towards the others and fled towards some cover where he could call for help from the Toxitrooper, bullets whized past as he dashed away.

An officer was hit. He went down. "Reinforcements!"

At least eight ofiicers ran after the agent, and six cut him off. They would shoot him on sight.

ah crap! Jack quickly drew out his cellphone and dialled the Toxitrooper, who didn't pick up but knew there was somthing going on, quickly he took out a P90 supplied from when the vechile had been dropped off and rushed towards the city, Jack stood like a deer trapped in headlights as shots passed through his legs and chest, he grimaced as he fell to the floor in pain.

ah crap! Jack quickly drew out his cellphone and dialled the Toxitrooper, who didn't pick up but knew there was somthing going on, quickly he took out a P90 supplied from when the vechile had been dropped off and rushed towards the city, Jack stood like a deer trapped in headlights as shots passed through his legs and chest, he grimaced as he fell to the floor in pain.

An officer radioed Police Control.

"Violent suspect, started as drug violation, shoved a cigarrete into an officer's eye, he's OK, suspect took pistol and ran. Shot on sight. Over."

"Added to file. Over."

One of the officers began the usual prodecure of searching for evidence.

OOC: You can have the Toxitrooper ambush them now. And will I find anything?

(OOC: you'll find a Wallet containing 6 Poxican Dollars and whatever currency is used here, his passport from North Volitaia which displays his name as being John Gridges, and two pockets stuffed with C12 with an electric detonator.)

The Toxitrooper had driven the car slowly up towards the scene and was now looking down his P90 waiting for the perfect shot, he blasted a shot aimed at the officer on his radio.

The officer pulled out the explosives. "This guy's a terrorist!" he said aloud.

OOC: There's no roads to drive the car ON.

(OOC: surely there is space between the buildings? Gah fine I'll delete another post)

(OOC: surely there is space between the buildings? Gah fine I'll delete another post)

OOC: Well, yeah, but you will nt be able to do that. This is a city-- you'll be seen.

Lonely Whisper hovered in orbit above the Earth. Life was nonexistant on this solitary satellite. No signals ever went to this poor cold hunk of metal, until now. Lights flickered on and on the black screen popped up a transmission.


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Lonely Whisper beemed a message to Kraven HQ. The super computer aboard the satellite hacked through the firewalls and security at Kraven Corps. A message popped up on every Kraven moniter:

"I love you,
You Love me,
We're a happy Fa-Mily.
With a great big smile,
and a kiss from me to you,
Won't you say you love me too?"

A purple dinosaur danced in front of the screen. repeating the lullaby over and over and over.

"Don't worry, everyone. These planes are called Carryalls. We have some capable of carrying everything from small trucks to Exmortis 160-ton HBTs. These have been tested and are completely safe. Now, look out the windows."

The medical staff proceeded to look out the windows of the truck/carry all. The sight they beheld was something rather special. The whole sky, it seemed, was alive with these "carry-alls". They moved everything imagineable, from people to tanks.

Speed wasn't an issue either it seemed, for as soon as they got onto the truck, they were soon getting off.

The soon reached a plateau, which was large, and generally isolated. There was already a Heli-pad/Air strip contsructed there.


"Is this it?", asked Greeves.