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A vibrant hum eminated from Emperor Titus Celmaetus's Ambassador Helicopter. His Chief of Ministry, Mundatus Veldaem, was sitting beside him, with a cleanly polished black briefcase resting sagely on his lap. Across the cabin, which was airtighly sealed from the outside air, sat his minister of defense, Tiro Santaelium.

"30 hours to 0 hour, huh, sir?" Asked Tiro, obviously observing Titus's anticipation with his unmistakable deft.

Titus did not answer immediately. "You know," he began, now grasping the attention of Mundatus. "You know...no matter how many times you call in something like this...you feel a painful responsibilty for every life that's lost."

"Sir," said Mundatus. "It was the Senate's idea for this whole thing. With Alloric in the empire, it would be invaluable to the repelling of the communist revolution."

Titus shook his head. "We'll end up killing hundreds, maybe even thousands of Alloric military personel. These people are a fighting group. It won't be like the takeover of Gordoreum, where they just lay down their arms."

Tiro sighed. "If we don't do something soon, the United Empire may fall apart."

A pause followed, interrupted only by the pilot calling back "We'll be at your estate in just a minute, Emperor."

"We should get ready to get off, sir," said Mundatus, hauling out his suitcase from under the seat. The group was travelling to Titus's country estate in southern Narien, a province in the Barrow Sea just south of the Comatic mainland. Narien was a vast island chain that covered most of the Barrow Sea. Titus would be overseeing the invasion from here.

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A wall-sized map shrouded the entire eastern wall of the conference room. On it were the movements of every naval attack group and air assault force.

"Lets go over it again," said Tiro to Senatorat Predutas, who was standing upright at the front of the room.

"Right, minister," Predutas said dryly. He was never a very sociable man. "Coming in from Ladinah, we have 4 Invasion Groups advancing on the Alloric mainland. That's a total of 160 ships. With them are 5 Escort-Battle Groups, each with 13 ships to ensure the IVG's get a safe journey there. 2 Category-A Battle Groups will sail there and take out any naval ships they have out. All these ships will form a ring around the nation in the water, preventing trade from going in or out, and not letting any reinforcements through. Then, the aerial bombardment will begin. It's a small population natuon, so I want every single military facility, whether it be a shipbuilding port, an air force base, or a armor reserve base, destroyed by the bombers. At least within 100 miles of the coast and borders. While the bombers move inland toward the capital, the armor and ground troops will finish up what's left of the resistance. The capital will be a hard nut to crack, so I want several dozen cruise missiles targeted at the city. I want them to hit factories, airports...anything that could be used against us."

Titus nodded solemnly. It would begin in 22 hours. The ships were already taking place 150 miles off the shore of Alloric. He wouldn't be surprised if their satellites wouldn't see them by the time morning came.

OOC: Alrighty, got a number of links for reference here.

Map of Alloric (so he doesn't have to post it) (http://img376.imageshack.us/my.php?image=mapoftherepublicofalloric9px.jpg)

My factbook, with all my military information (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=10658636&postcount=7)

My map, with the Barrow Sea (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=10658626&postcount=6)

The Capital Palace - Allor, Alloric; 00:00 a.m.



The president, Lark Rodareo, stood on a balcony overlooking a lush, open courtyard. A cool summer breeze swept through, rustling his hair slightly. His thick hands gripped the railing of the balcony tightly as he scanned the horizon. The sound of cars and other city noise drifted through the rather still air.

A secratary walked onto the balcony, her long black heels clicking on the marble tile. "Is something wrong sir?" she asked, watching the president in his moment of observation. The president didn't answer immediatly. His focus seemed to be in the distance, into the labyrinth of skyscrapers and lights that was Allor, the nation's capital.

"I can't sleep," said the president suddenly, his voice breaking the silence of the balcony. "I'm not sure what it is, but...I just have a feeling..." he said as his voice trailed off. His gaze fell apon a fountain in the middle of the courtyard, cold water burst out of the top and splattered the surface of the pool it was collected in.

"I'm sure it's nothing sir. You should get to sleep now, it's midnight. If there is a problem though, we'll alert you immediately." She brushed back a strand of silky auburn hair that slipped and covered her right eye.

"All right. Goodnight Elane." said the President without looking at the secratary.

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5:15 AM, The West Sea, 45 miles south of Nope, Alloric

The black waters of the West Sea were unusually calm. Admiral Serus noted this in his avidly obvervant mind as he stood on the bridge of the CES Molvin, an Emperor Class battleship at the center of a cluster of other ships. Manned and ready for battle, the Carrier-Battle Group headed for a naval port in the city of Nope.

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3:00 PM

It had begun.

The 160 ships in the four Invasion groups, all specially designed for coastal bombardment, began their assault on the Alloric coastline. Any and all coastal naval facilities were attacked with ton after metric ton of ordnance. Missiles, deck guns, and bombers of all sizes made runs at the cities of Nope, Cope, Cruk, Kolar, Borst, and all the islands of the Gops archipeligo. The entire Allorican coastline was shrouded in smoke.

3 P.M.; 50 miles off the coast of Alloric; aboard the N.A.N Damiena

Two bored navy officers sat on the deck, a few playing cards in each hand. They were playing a dull game of poker. They had set it up under a tarp since it had been brutally storming all over Alloric as well as the West Sea that day.

As the rain beat down on the tarp and water dribbled off the side, one officer flipped up his cards. "A full house..." he said with a smirk. The other officer let out a string of curse words, as all he had produced was a pair of twos. The winning officer let out a laugh as a loud burst of thunder errupted to their right.

"See, even the sky is laughing at your bad luck," mocked the winning officer. The other officer looked up with a confused look. "Didn't you just hear that boom of..." His sentence was interupted by another loud burst of noise. The losing officer froze with terror. He shot up from his chair and ran to the edge of the deck. The other officer pulled up the tarp and yelled to him. "Hey, we're not done ye....." His sentence was cut off as he saw what the loseing officer had feared.

In the distance were ships, what appeared to be a whole fleet. There was another loud boom and smoke shot from the top of one of the crusiers. An explosion shook the deck as the shell fired by the Comatic ship nailed the Damiena's bow.

"SHIT!" yelled one of the officers. A blaring siern began and red lights flashed. In an instance men were running all over the deck, getting into their battle postions. Three more booms sounded, and two more explosions rocked the ship, one striking the bridge and the other piercing the hull. Flames raged on the deck and men shouted over the alarm and rain. It had started.


3:10 P.M; Allor, Alloric; The Capital Palace

"Sir." said a Military Aid approching the President. "Yes?" asked the President turning from a report to the aid. "We've just recieved reports off a full scale attack from Comatica. Bombers and Naval Ships have began bombing raids on the coast, and we've already lost several ships.

The President stood up and began walking down the Hall to the conference room. "Tell them I want all the ships and planes we can spare to engage."

The sailors aboard the missile cruiser Verused were sprinting from their battle sations to computer screens, showing trajectory and impact of the shells it had fired at the Damiena.

"Direct hit, Major! Continue shelling?"


"No!" Called out Major Henning, while gazing at the RADAR screen. "Finish off the Damiena with three SSMs! Alert the weapons deck!"

As the technition alerted the weapons deck to launch the Surface-to-Surface missiles, the shelling through the Verused's cannons ceased. Hideous ebony smoke billowed menacingly from the Damiena in all directions.

The three SSMs hissed as they were fired from their launchers, heading towards the Damiena's hull at 900 MPH.

The sailers aboard the Damiena barely saw the flash of the missles. "SSM!!" someone cried out. The ear shattering explosion of the missles to the hull overtook the air. The ship began to slowly descend into the water. Sailers ran for life boats and abandoned their posts. "God damnit soldiers, what the fuck do you think your doing?" Yelled the commander over a loud speaker. Some of the soldiers froze. "We're all in hell already as it is, so get back to your battle stations and take as many of those Comatic bastards with us as we can!"

Commander Dalic had something about him that inspired people. Maybe it was the way he spoke, maybe it was the way he mixed in curse words to his sentences that made them seem powerful. What ever it was, it worked.

"All right, hit those pigs with SSM stat." The commander said to a sailer operating in the weapons deck. "SSM for the Comatic pigs...right"

A fizz of smoke shot out as the SSM launched at the Verused was launched.

The rain began to pound harder on the steel roof of Major Henning's command post. 6 miles away across the silver surface of the water, the Damiena was slowly sliding below the choppy surface of the West Sea. The black smoke harkened to it's position, even at that distance.

"Shit! Major, an SSM is on it's way! It's moving kinda slow for an SSM, though! Must be a headwind or something!"

"What? Where's it coming from?"

"The Damiena, sir! They must've got one off before their tilt got too dramatic. Second-layer RADAR shows it closing in at 850 mph! 5 miles!

Henning leapt over to his radio uplink with the weapons deck. Sweat was running hot on his neck and arms. "Weapons deck! SSM closing in at 5 miles! Ready SSM defenses! Do you copy?"

A voice, urgent and crackled with nerve, stabbed out from the static. "Copy, sir! We have it on second-layer up here. Third-layer shows its guided and direct-hit warhead. A regular Flare-Rocket battery won't do it. I've called in the frag AaSmA batteries, sir! Over."

"Approved," Henning called back. Several seconds later, five very small missiles shot out from above Henning's post, and out over the rain-racked sea. As the missiles drew to within 20 feet of the approaching SSM, the missiles would detonate, sending explosive fragments in all directions. Enough to destroy the SSM in mid-air.

Henning watched out over the grayed seascape, and was startled by several flashes and cracks. The missiles had detonated.

"Private, confirm the target's disability," snapped Henning.

"Uhh...sir, the target was not disabled! Three of the defense missiles detonated prematurely. The SSM is headed off-course, but still dangerous."

Henning headed to the loudspeaker and screamed into the mic, "Take cover! Sea Attack Red! Take cover!"

The ship shook violently, and a cataclysmic fireball ballooned from the superstructure. Several items of debris spiraled off from the ship.

Henning immediately sprinted to the main control room. There, he called out, "Damage report, screeners!"

The lights flickered for a moment. Then a private said, "Sir! Minor damage to the superstructure. Mostly just cosmetic damage. Although RADAR station 4 seems to have been hiit and taken out!"

"Fuck!" screamed Henning, drawing furthur attention to himself. "Any casualties?"

"No, sir! Station 4 was inactive."

"Oh, thank God. Now, alert the weapons deck to prep 1 more SSM. Scan for a target near a missile storage or gunpowder hold. We're gonna start a chain reaction in that goddamn ship.

"We have a confirmed hit Commander." said a sailor over the radio. "Well shoot everything we have. I don't care if it hits now, I want every fucking missle and shell of of this wastes metal scrap. When this tin can is beneath the waves I don't want anything in the hull but rat shit. Do you hear me?"

"Yes sir." said the sailor as he went off the radio. A minute later, SSM, SAM, and shells were flying in the direction of the Veruse. A few life boats were sitting in the choppy water, bobbing up and down out of control. About 15 sailors were crammed in each.

The commander eyed the lifeboats, barely visible through the smoke and rain. He saw one of the boats hold up a white flag, or what was actually a white shirt tied to some kind of steel rail. "Son of a bitch!" yelled the Commander.

He grabbed a pistol and leaned out the open window of the bridge. He began firing at the surrendering boat. "You fucking cowards! Drop that fucking flag right this second!!!" he yelled out. Just then an SAM shot upwards, the smoke of it's trail concealing the lifeboats.

He returned to the radio. "This is Damiena to mainland base, come in mainland over." He waited as there was a crackle over the radio. "Roger that Daminea, what is the problem over?" "The problem command is our asses are getting fucking destroyed by a Comatic bathtub over!" "Your under attack? All right.....wait......oh shit!" The radio returned to static as the radioman at the base left the radio. "Command, command! You fucking scums!" The commander slammed the radio with his fist in anger.

"All right weapons deck, hit them with everything we can before we capsize." No one anserwed, but 4 SSM flew off the ship, the last that would leave the Damiena before it was destroyed.

3:15 P.M. ; Nops Military Base; Alloric

Rain hammered down on the Nops Military base. The airfeild remained clear of any planes, and the ships sat calmly in the Harbor. Inside the radar station however, there was plenty of noise and movment.

"That's right sir, we've got a squadren of what looks like bombers and fighters coming in fast....they'll be here in about 5 minutes. And the Damiena reported an attack by a Comatic cruiser over." said a man on a radio. "All right," replied the General in charge of the base. "I want you to get SAM's ready, and alert the ships in the harbor. Maybe we can turn the ambush on them over." "Right away sir, over" replied the man as he turned off the radio.

He barked the orders to the other men in the staion who began relaying the mssage to the other parts of the base. "Hopefully the other bases will be able to get ready with more time..." he said to himself. Outside, a bright streak of lightening lit up the sky.

3:15 P.M; Unio Miltary Outpost; Alloric

The Unio Military Base hadn't had the same warning that the Nops one was lucky enough to have. In fact, they hadn't had any warning at all.

Suddenly, as out of nowhere, bombers were releasing heavy loads of bombs overhead, and fighters were letting loose sprays of bullets down with the rain. A barrage of heavy explosion took place as destoryers, cruisers, frigates and planes were taken out with ease.

"Major, we got 4 SSMs heading our way, sir! Permission to forward a sea defense command to weapons deck!"

"Granted!" Yelled Major Henning, frantically shouting orders through the loudspeaker. Small 30 millimeter flak guns on the deck began crackling, firing dozens of rounds at the approaching missiles. Not long after, 20 frag AaSmA's launched from their carriers, hissing towards the SSMs like angry hornets.

"Private! Report on the targets' disabilities!" screamed Henning, retunring from the loudspeaker.

"Yes, sir! Let's see...the SSMs were all launched at very close and even intervals. Looks like 3 of them are destroyed. One of 'em made it through though. Requesting to send a comman--"

A jolt rocked the missile cruiser with intense force. A bang unlike Henning had heard in a long time nearly knocked him unconscious.

"Ahh! Private, was it a direct hit?" shouted Major Henning over the ringing in his ears.

"Yes, sir! Hit our heavy deck cannons on the bow! Looks like a gunpowder aided blast!"

"Goddamn it! Call main control for a damage report!"

"Yes, sir!" said the private, and turned to his console. Several seconds later he glanced back at Henning. "Sir, we got moderate damage to the bridge, and slight damage to the below C-deck cabins. The front guns are gone, sir!"

"Gone?"

"Yes, sir."

"Any casualties?"

"No way to tell right now, sir. I can't imagine that there wouldn't."

3:25 PM

"Bomber Wing Squadron 30! Bomber Wing Squadron 30! Do you read or copy?" came a transmission from mission control.

"Yeah, I copy," replied Captain Querus over the roar of his bomber's engine. A squadron of 22 other bombers of assorted make and model tailed him in formation.

"Well, our satellites are showing some movement in Nops Airbase. I think you've been seen. Just lettin' you flyboys know. Over."

"Roger that, thanks for the heads up. Over and out." Querus then addressed his squadron. "Alright. All units in BWS 30 prepare for long-range assault. We've been spotted. Won't be long before they get some jets scrambled."

The bomber squadron dropped to 1,000 feet, while their Escort Wing Squadron, consisting of 9 G-41C Monitor fighters, 3 Z311 Blackrod Hellslinger fighters, 1 X45 Wielder fighters, and several anti-SAM planes, flew farther ahead. They were going to fly out over the base and scan for targets.

Several minutes later, a transmission came in from the squadron leader of the Escort Wing Squadron.

"We found some worthy targets pretty quick. We targeted any SAM batteries, anti-aircraft guns, and multiple missile launchers we could find. We got some missiles off toward 'em. Packed with TDI. Those suckers will really make a huge blast when they go off. Over."

Querus nodded. "So, you guys cleared the way for us? Over."

The fighter captain responded curtly. "Well, I don't know. Looks like it. We can't confirm any hits yet, and I'm pretty sure we didn't hit any jets they had. We'll be going after them next. Over and out."

"Thanks. Over and out."

The bombers dropped to 500 feet. They were within 15 miles of the base. At this point, they released moderate-range missiles, targeted at the airbase hangars and control towers. Once the missiles reached their destination, the bombers would fire a second wave of missiles. At that point, the coastal assault battleships would be there, and would destroy what was left of the Nops Airbase.

OOC: So far, I've had 4 casualties (1 dead, 3 wounded), from that fiasco on the Verused.

3:20 P.M

"Sir, it's impossible to hit them now," replied the sailor lightly, waiting for an exlosive response. There was a long pause, and then finally the reply. "All right private, you and your men get your ass off this boat. "Yes sir!" came the obviously happy response of the sailor in the weapons decks. The Commander walked out of the bridge, making his was down to the deck so he could find a lifeboat.

3:30 P.M

Men scrambled all over the base. Ships were being moved into better postitions and spaced apart, men were hopping in jets, and the missle base had SAM's ready to go at a moments notice. As the moderate range missles came into a reasonable distance AAM's were shot at the missles.

Within 5 minutes the base was calm and still. Nobody moved, hopeing that they would make it seem as though the attack was still unknown about. The planes sat, off, but readt to take to the sky in a heartbeat. Now, all they could do was wait.

OOC: Uhh, frag AaSmA's are only manufactured by Comatica. It's a specific military missile innovated by Comatica, so your nation wouldn't have it.

3:33 P.M.

The Unio base was almost entirly leveled. Men lay dead on the run way in an attempt to scramble the jets, and the jets themselves were smouldering piles of buring metal. The frigates were sunk, and the larger ships such as the air craft carrier and battleships were in the process of sinking. Fire lined the horison, and brighten the stormy weather.

The commander in the base picked up a phone and dialed a number quickly. "Sir, we're under attack! There's bom...." A missle exploded into the wall he stood next to, killing him instantly and engulfing the small building in fire.

There were no solders left to fight. Most had been inside because the bad weather and were killed by the bombings. Those that had attempted to fight back were now dead as the rest. Unio was the first to fall to the Comatic onslaught.

3:40 PM

Querus radioed back to mission control.

"Come in, control! The escorts are reporting widespread damage from our missiles at Unio. Please confirm. Over"

Dead air crackled over his hearphone for a few seconds then, "Roger that, Bomber Wing 30. I'll check the satellites."

30 seconds later, mission control called back. "Hot damn, confirmed! Nothing but black smoke! What are you, 9 miles from the base? I'm surprised you can't see it from there. Over."

"Jesus, is it really that crazy over there? Over."

I'm just as surprised as you are," Mission control replied, a faint hue of bewilderment coloring the controller's voice. "Your escort wing is checking it out now. Over."

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4:05 PM

A mass of GF9 Telex attack helicopters screamed across the low land near what was left of Unio Airbase. Any Alloric military units, whether they be land troops, tanks, or whatnot, were scanned for. If they found any, they were under orders to take them out.

The Tres Islands as a whole was swarmed with close to 300 aircraft: scouts, choppers, gunships, and others. Landing craft departed from the invasion fleets on the sea, and close to 111,000 Comatic troops were now on the beaches, with a full Armored division at their side.

Bomber squadrons swept up and down the coast of Alloric, dumping munitions on shipbuilding ports, factories, and warhouses. Steadily, thebombers were making their way inland, and attacks on bases in Eglo, Nops, and Borat were underway.