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Violence and Bloodshed
Civilization crumblin´ fast
End the world with a blast
People afraid walkin´ the streets
Scums have their day
´Til they run into me

Are you ready ?

Livin´ in fear ain´t livin to me
I´m armed with a gun defending the free
They blew it in ´Nam
Shot up my friends
I´m back in the street
The fight never ends
I was born with a gun in my hand
I´ll die for my country
But I´ll die like a man

Violence and Bloodshed
Violence and Bloodshed
Violence and Bloodshed

Now that we´re back to animal law
The payback´s a bitch
I´m paying all
All my life I been waitin´ to see
Who´s gonna win, crumbs or me

Are you ready ?

My brother´s still in Da-Nang
Puttin´ an ad in the back of Kerrang
I´m lookin´ for people who just wanna kill
We´ll go back to ´Nam ´cause no one else win

Land of the free
Home of the brave
Now that´s how it is
And that´s how it stays

Violence and Bloodshed
Violence and Bloodshed
Violence and Bloodshed

~Prelude~

{Evermore, Dorthia}
Fourty years ago...

Major Urakami Dour sat staring out the blown out window of a corner store inside the city of Evermore. His AR-15 resting on the window seal aimed at the center of the square. Evermore was indeed a perfect ambush spot if the enemy didn't see it coming. The initial takeover of this tiny island had proved very easy, the Killians didn't expect or see the assault and before they knew it they were being rounded up for execution in the same square he was aiming his gun at. "Why God...why did they have to start this?" thought Major Dour his face twisting with disgust. He had never wanted to execute them, but orders from Christendom dictated it. The Killian Dictator Thomas Dolby had executed five diplomatic personnel from Jagada without cause or provocation and Highest Minister Hunter Norris demanded blood be split following his announcement of an 'Eye for an Eye' policy towards HailandKill. He sighed and was brought back into reality when he felt a tapping on his shoulder, he turned around to see a common soldier kneeling down beside him, "Sir, our scouts report the Killians are approaching the city. Squads F and G are providing necessary resistance and falling back." Dour nodded and turned back towards the square, he knew something bad was going to happen. The Killian civilians in Evermore weren't executed like their soldiers they were just restricted to various buildings which would be capable of withstanding the battle. Though the Killians were all the same, all of them were fanatically loyal to their dictator and he expected them to try something. If they didn't he had already told his men not to hesitate to shoot them--they were rendering aid to the enemies of the Commonwealth and deserved to be shot. Inside of their restricted buildings they provided no aid and thus would be sparred.

A burst of gunfire roared, and it sounded very close. He could see small movements in all the buildings--his men all preparing for what was sure to be a bloodbath. Figures then rushed out into the shattered and debris littered square, yet no one fired. For it was the man from Squads F and G rushing towards the other end of the square, occasionally turning around to fire back at the ever advancing Killian forces. Though as they rushed to the other end of the square, the two squads’ separated and rushed into different buildings. Immediately enemy forces rushed into the square attempting to establish a perimeter around it. They obviously believed they'd won as some were even walking with their guns lowered, assuming the Jagites has retreated further north. Dour sighed once more and trained his AR-15 in on a specific target. A young Killian lad, couldn't have been more than eighteen, probably away from home and having just discovered that life in the military wasn't all woman, drinking, and parades. He was soon to discover another important lesson--which no man is promised tomorrow. For this unfortunate soul, he wasn't promised the next half-hour. The signal was given very informal--a single gun shot rang out and the eighteen year old Killian soldier whom Dour had been following crumbled to the ground. He was stunned by it but found another suitable target. He fired and suddenly all heck broke loose in the square of Evermore. Automatic fire from the General Purpose Machine Guns combined with the small arms fire from dozens of AR-15s literally cut the Killian soldiers now. Many ran around shouting "Ambush! Ambush! Ambush!" and trying to find cover, only to be shot in the process. The square was meant to be a de facto execution field and considering the circumstances--it was serving that exact purpose.

The Killians were intelligent soldiers; however, Dour could plainly see that as some of them formed up into squads and began to attack the Jagites head-on in rushes. Some of these squads were quickly cut down; others suffered heavy losses and then fell back only to be shot in the back. Though some did perform very well and managed to toss grenades into buildings clearing them out and then occupying them and fighting the Jagites from concealed areas. Dour growled as one building was taken and several Killians rushed into the building to form a powerful resistance to the Jagites. Dour knew if he was to achieve his objective he had to take down the Killian resistance. "Take out that building, heavy fire if necessary," he shouted into his walkie-talkie. Though as the order was being prepared to be carried out an unspeakable sight was seen. Killian civilians, dozens of them rushing across the battle-torn square, with bullets whizzing around their heads, some occasionally falling screaming in terror and pain. Dour could see their objective was the building were the Killians were taking up resistance. He growled, if he ordered the assault all of those civilians would die--but if he let them go in the Killians could arm them and they could make that building a major stronghold to hold out until reinforcements from their homeland arrived.

Dour felt his stomach do flips and his gut burn with terror as he spoke, "Open fire, I repeat, open fire on the building. Do not concern yourself with the civs." With that order, rockets and mortar fire was unleashed against the building and the civilians. A mortar shell got its target right in the center of the building, which by now had reached the front door; it sent bodies into the air and blew the front door to the large stone structure open. More mortar shells fell on the building as rockets slammed into it. Finally, shell after shell, rocket after rocket, did their damage and the Killian building collapsed in on itself--killing the soldiers inside and the civilians. Dour smiled as this occurred, but frowned when he looked around the square to still see heavy fighting occurring as Killians had made similar positions all over the square. "Exterminate all resistance," exclaimed Dour to his troops.

Though as the battle wound down, as the Jagites stormed or shell each building where the Killians were, killing all of them. Below one building which no resistance was given to the Jagites, but that the Jagites had lost a Killian soldier Wendell Scott and his commanding officer Colonel Revello sat in a basement and heard the sounds of gunfire. Little did they know their reinforcements were at that moment also being cut down by a detachment of Major Dour's troops. Wendell Scott clutched his wounded body and growled, while Revello simply sat there occasionally glancing over at the wounded comrade. Wendell Scott pushed himself against the wall and began to stare off before speaking, "Colonel, sir, do you think we shall die?"

Revello didn't want to answer the question, but was forced to, "Very possible. If we're lucky, they will do their business and they will leave."

Wendell now broke from his trance, "And when they leave, we shall hunt them down and we shall have our revenge!"

Revello laughed as the ill lit room covered his eye sockets in darkness, "Forgive and forget, its not our duty to hold grudges--its our duty to follow the orders of our government. Anything else is a distraction."

Wendell growled, partly at his commander and partly at the pain throbbing from his wounds, "No...I will never forgive--or forget..."

---
{Cadiz, Old Jagada}
Ten years ago...

"Incoming!" shouted Colonel Wendell Scott as missiles exploded around him and his troops. It was rather too late for some of them, especially since so many were trying to get out of their Armored Personnel Carriers when the Kreigmarines launched their surprise attack. Explosions came up all around them as Wendell rushed and jumped behind a still active armored carrier, with its .50 caliber gun roaring at maximum speed spraying death at the Jagites. He swung around with his assault rifle and let out a burst at a window he suspected a Jagite Kreigsmarine to be hiding at--unfortunately he was wrong as the window next to it lit up with muzzle flashes and sparks glimmered just inches from him. He quickly fell back and put his back against the armored carrier again. The Jagites were proving more difficult. Though the taste of victory was in every Killian soldier’s mouth, while the taste of revenge made it even sweeter. Killians troops were assisting the Kravenites at Cadiz, and the Capitol Police had already taken a good portion of the city for themselves, the Killians had taken key tactical points, denying the Jagites any hope of escaping. What they fought now was merely tens of thousands of heavily armed civilians who knew death would come to them. They were right to do so--his orders were to exterminate every Jagite he saw, and he was more than willing to carry out those orders.

To this day his dreams were haunted with images of Dorthia and would continue to haunt for several years--though this would definitely help him more than therapy. The Jagites had lost Christendom, the country was for the most part under Capitol Police control, while the Jenrakians had seized Malaga and the Toops had taken various others points. The Imperial Republic would get what it deserved. The Jagites would be completely extinct when the Kravenites were done and they would never again threaten his country. He was jolted from his trance as a huge explosion rocked the earth itself. He peered over the protection of the armored carrier to see several buildings along the streets collapsed with Jagites staggering out with their hands up, only to be shot on the spot. He saw the engineers cheering and hugging one another--obviously the plan had gone accordingly and the main resistance in this area had been destroyed.

"Colonel Scott, the last of the Jagites defenders have decided to surrender. The Kravenites are accepting so a general execution can take place. They request that you take prisoners, but take them to the square," cried a voice threw his radio. He replied with confirmation, and as if on cue a horde of Jagites, some in the grey Kriegsmarines uniform, some in civilian clothing came marching down the street being followed by smiling Killian soldiers who obviously knew what was going to happen to the prisoners. Wendell glanced over the prisoners as they were halted in front of them each with a bitter and sad expression on their face, "You all know what is about to happen to you. Your people don't stand a chance now, please, just allow us to end it now--it will be far less painful than what Kraven will have in store if you resist." He hated the Jagites with a passion, but he still felt compassion for humans in general and was willing to give these scums a more or less painless death. He got no physical or vocal compliance from the Jagites, just a blank stare at him. They knew too what was about to happen, he could see it in their eyes that they knew. They were they knew and they knew they couldn't stop it. He sighed and ordered the march to begin.

For fifteen minutes he marched the Jagites down various streets, and finally got on a main road which led to the square. On his way he saw several Capitol Police Troopers standing on the street corners, taking little to no notice of him or the Jagites. They were automons and clearly devoid of any emotion for those they defeat. He mentally noted that incase the Imperial Republic would have to fight them one day. Kraven had already been destroyed by the infamous Automagfreek, and their rise again to power would prompt Dreadfire's response but in the end Kraven may survive. As the entered the square, it seemed like thousands were standing there waiting for what was about to happen. Capitol Police formed a line parallel to the prisoners they had. Black clad Reichmarshalls stood around looking at the prizes the Killians were bringing to the slaughter. They each smiled and nodded to Colonel Wendell, as his men herded the Jagites in with their brethren he approached one of the groups of Reichmarshalls.

"As per your request, the Jagites my men have captured have been brought. Any more requests?" his voice was calm and stable.

One of the Reichmarshalls, a young man probably no older than twenty five with blond hair smirked, "Your men have died trying to kill the Jagites; perhaps your men would like to take part in the execution of them? It is clearly your right to do so."

Wendell thought about it for a moment then resigned to agreement, "Very well."

With that various Reichmarshalls shouted various orders at the Capitol Police. Some took a step back and marched out of the way, leaving small gaps in the line. Killian troops, most of whom were volunteers, though volunteers had quickly run out and thus some were forced to take part in the genocide. They raised their Hali-42 Assault Rifles their movements were early as two seconds later the Capitol Police assisting them all raised their weapons at the same time in the same manner--an excellent performance of discipline. The Jagites simply stared at their conquers, and now their executioners with blank faces. All hope was loss and death was the only option.

The young Reichmarshall turned to Colonel Wendell Scott, "Colonel, would you like to give the order?"

Scott nodded and turned around looking at the Jagites. He raised his arm into the air--and for a moment was curious if the Capitol Police would also fire on his command. "Fire!" he shouted and a second later he dropped his hand. Gun fire exploded instantly, first from the Capitol Police and then from the Killians. Blood went everywhere, literally, as the Jagites were cut down with no formality, with little need for accuracy, and with little remorse from those firing. Colonel Wendell was close to ordering them to stop, the Jagite crowd was too large for them to get in a single clip, and he felt they would need to be lined up after this. Though as the Capitol Police ran out of bullets in this machine-guns, they simply took a step back and allowed another Trooper to take his place and continue firing. He was surprised when his own men didn't not both to stop, and instead simply followed the suite of the Capitol Police, saved they took ammo and weapons from their friends. It was a jagged, rough, and brutal genocide. This took fifteen minutes to complete, with not a single Jagite attempting to run away. When it was over and bodies lay everywhere, his men who'd taken part in the execution silently laid their weapons down and rejoined their comrades. He knew few would ever be the same again, many would probably be in mental institutions for the rest of their lives due to this, but this was the will of the Imperial Republic.

The Kravenite Reichmarshall looked at Colonel Wendell Scott with a sadisitc grin, "A beautiful site, isn't it? To see the enemies of our great countries lying dead before us."

Wendell shook his head, "All we have done is give them a reason to want to do the same to us...all we have done is give them a reason to live on."

The Reichmarshall snorted and his sadistic grin was replaced with a face twisted with disgust, "The Corporation is very efficient in its genocide techniques, Colonel. I give you my word that when we are done here. There shall be any Jagites left to hate us."

Wendell nodded, not believing it for a second, "I do hope you are right. I truly do..."

---
{Trinity Channel, International Waters}
Fifty-five miles north of Inn...

Maeda Kinkurô Fusatada looked at the three-dimensional image of the battlefield and was pleased. The Killian fleet was sizing up almost as he expected--though he was rather expecting a smaller fleet. Still the Grand Navy outnumbered them and for this battle to occur and end in a Jagite victory, it would require a larger fleet. Maeda plucked at his stubby beard as he examined his strategy once more, and again he found it flawless. No matter how he acted, and no matter how the Killians acted the plan was simple, straight forward, and effective. He was still surprised by how quick and suddenly the Killians had arrived just north of New Empire--that country having fallen into civil war and anarchy as the United City-States fell apart. A boat evacuating Jagite diplomatic personnel, gone to meet with the New Imperial Government saw the Killian Fleet, and it was confirmed by satellite not long afterwards. Immediately the Highest Minister, Riyabuo Kalia, ordered all available Grand Navy Fleets to set sail and engage the Killians. It was during that time that he'd been called from merely being a simple Fleet commander to becoming a Grand Admiral, acting on behalf of Congress and the Monotheistic Republic to push back the Killian filth.

The Grand Navy assembled as necessary, with the Rikou-Class Heavy Carriers coming in from the rear, with the majority of the submarines, all on silent run, forming up on the far left flank--and actually even farther than that. With a small detachment of submarines going on full and active run under the main body of ships, acting in a defensive manner. The Storm-Class Dreadnaughts formed up in the middle, with the Genesis-Class Battleships taking up positions next to them. The Warlord-Class Battle cruisers took up positions on both flanks, with all smaller classes of ships forming up the front line of the Jagite Grand Navy.

The captain of the ship Maeda was on walked up next to him observing the movements of the Killians, "Quite a battle coming, isn't it sir?" Maeda nodded, the battle that would be fought here would alter to some degree or another the coarse of the war for the Havenic Pact or the Northern Alliance. Though beyond those two, this battle would decide the fait of the semi-independent country of Sarcanza, whom was being assisted even as he was about to engage the Killians, by the Jagite Twelfth Army. If they lost here, the Twelfth may have to be recalled, since it is the crack army of the Monotheistic Republic. If it left the war in the Golden Throne, Sarcanza would be completely isolated and surely would collapse in a matter of months, if not weeks. Taking all of that in Maeda knew the fait of billions rest in his hands and he'd wanted that feeling his whole life. To know that just for an instant in time, he captivated the World and made all eyes turn to him. The fait of peoples, of a region, and the fait of republicanism in the region fell squarely on his shoulders. "Yes, a battle it shall be Captain...a battle it shall be..."

History is usually one thing that always stays in the past. History is analyzed over and over again, but its analyzations never affect the present or future; they are merely words. A good leader would let the past lie where it is, and not let it affect their nation’s future. However, when it came to Killians and Jagites, history was the only thing the two nations had in common and it had ALL to do with the future; not only the future of each nation, but the future of regions and even the future of allies. Both nations were not content with the history between them, and both strived to change it with their future actions. Conflicts that had prior come up in the past had resulted in blood shed over fruitless and even trivial issues. Despite the fact that all the major issues regarding Killian and Jagite wars were either of a vengeance or frivolous base, they all left the imprint of death and horror in both countries hearts and minds. The imprints of death and unspeakable horror were always fresh in both countries hearts and minds despite how long ago these unspeakable horrors took place. Both nations had these imprints in the back of their heads no matter what happened, and both nations wanted them wiped from memory. If it took an infinite future of work, both nations would try and eradicate their past and each other in the process. Whether it was Dorthia, Cadiz or the naval battle in the East Killian Sea, every atrocity, every death, and every injustice always felt like it took place yesterday a feeling that everyone wanted to cease existing…

Unfortunately for the past and present, as well as millions of people, a new chapter in Killian-Jagite “relations” was about to unfold. One which may finally silence the past and quell the future for good…

Killian Presidential War Room, 0844 HailandKill Central Time

Everyone was on edge. The joint chiefs, the president, the NSA, and most of the general cabinet had been up for almost twenty six hours, in their same respective positions and chairs talking, discussing, arguing, and sometime yelling about their countries next prospective moves. Sleep deprivation had settled in to some of the men, and massive amounts of coffee were being waited and bussed into the room. The only thing that all the men and women in that room could agree on was that the nation of HailandKill was on the verge of something that had never occurred in their history, regional superpower status.

For the most part, the briefing in the war room had started simply, and normally enough. Satellite data of the major battles and enemy deployments had been displayed via three-dimensional projector for everyone to visual see and make their own analyses of. However, a lot of abnormalities marked this briefing as well. A major battle had been won by Northern Allied forces, a battle that decided to spare the fate of the Macabee homeland and seal the fate of SafeHaven. The losses had not even been fully counted when Revello had called together his cabinet. Although this battle, Ishme-Dagan as it would be later known as, had ended and spelled doom for the Havenites, victory had not fully been achieved in the Dienstad region. There were other nations threatening victory, peace and welfare of the country, but one stood out in the mind of the president, Jagada.

Everyone knew the history between the two nations, and most of the people in the cabinet were alive when the first conflict in Dorthia started. No one had thought Revello’s future plans would be primarily of revenge, but the idea still lingered in the minds of some. Despite negative lingering thoughts of higher cabinet members, no one could deny the fact that even IF the war was for final revenge, it still be a war of dual purpose. The purpose of safety, security, and welfare for not only HailandKill, but The Golden Throne was overwhelming, and superceding to anything, even if revenge was involved. What also swayed the minds of the cabinet was the major victory at Ishme-Dagan. With that victory, the feeling of ecstasy and confidence swelled through all branches of the Killian armed forces as well as every other citizen. No one could blame them for feeling the way they did because it felt like the war might be over soon. Swelled heads and bloated hearts could have easily shaped the cabinets decision, and pushed out all negative thoughts. HailandKill was untouchable. Period. Two hours later, it would be decided in that room, that the next war between these two nations would start.

Killian National Waters, East of Edwardsburg Three Days Later

Like all other naval operations that had taken place in Killian history, Edwardsburg was always the staging, planning, and supplying port used. Unlike every other naval operation that took place, Edwardsburg had never seen this many ships anchored in, and outside of its port. Because Edwardsburg was so packed to the brim with ships in and around its port, the base had been ever moving for the last three days. No detail was overlooked as ships were filled with missiles, shells, food, water, and any other combat essentials needed to win a battle.

However, one non material item used to win battles is strategy, and Killians in Edwardsburg were filling up on as much as it as possible as if that too were an item. It was not an item stored below deck, but rather an item stored in the brain. The brains of those who housed this item would determine the battle, and for the last three days, as non officers’ toiled making their ships perfect for battle, the admirals, commanding officers, and executive officers crammed vital information on tactics, and satellite briefs.

However, the Killians had something else that was ever important in modern warfare; they had experience. Most of the commanding officers were veterans of Targul Frumos, the bloody Killian-Havenite battle. Although the battle had taken place a good time ago, these men were hardened decision makers, giving Killians the ability to act quicker and smarter than their enemies. However, the Killians had another ace up their sleeve, an ace named Admiral James Eustice. Eustice was presumed dead after Targul Frumos, but found during recovery floating on a mattress. Spending four days on a mattress had given the admiral a lot of time to think about what he did wrong, as well as draft new battle plans. Everyman who knew Eustice knew that he had went from quiet and reserved, to outspoken and aggressive, as if his own physical change marked his mental change. Despite the fact that Eustice had changed, he still was a brilliant man, despite his demeanor.

Three days of nonstop movement was enough for everyone, but many would find a short reprieve as the final plan was reviewed, and the final stows loaded.

Oval Office, Killian White House, Two Days after Edwardsburg Planning

Revello was nestled comfortably behind the giant oaken desk as make-up artists made their final touch ups and tweaks in the appearance of the man. Cameras and sound booms littered the office all expectantly waiting for what the president had to say. However, they would have to wait a few more minutes as the president reviewed the speech in front of him. Remarkably, he had written the speech himself, something most presidents normally did not do, especially in Killian history. However, speech writing had only been a small part of Revello’s day as he had to lobby congress for yet another war. That deed in itself was monumental, considering he had called an immediate conference that all press was barred from. Everyone would know soon enough as it was anyway.

Revello finally wrapped up his pre-speech reading, as cameramen manned their machines waiting to start film. Red lights began to pop on one by one, signaling that a camera was ready to do its sole job. Revello, after clearing his throat, had signaled he was ready to the cameras. The timer started, and when it hit zero Revello started with,

“My fellow Killians, today we are in turbulent times. War has engulfed the region, OUR region, spreading its death, destruction, and chaos to many lands and many peoples. As you all know we have rallied behind our closest allies as war raped their countries. We as Killians are fortunate enough not to experience war on our own homeland, and the direct correlation of war in our backyard. We are all blessed that we may sleep in our houses at the end of the day, a luxury that isn’t afforded to some in The Golden Throne. However, the end for our enemies is near. I am proud to be the first to report a major victory at Ishme-Dagan, a salient in the Ruskan area. Over 75,000 allied armored units took place in the battle, fighting and dying for a safer tomorrow. I say not for the dead men’s efforts to go to waste!

Despite our winnings, other countries still toil at reaching our and our ally’s destruction! I say, we take the fight to those countries and avenge the death of our soldiers, comrades, and brethren. Let us show that we will not back down until peace is restored in the region, and war like this will never happen again!

As of now, you may be asking which nations partaking in the war affect both The Golden Throne and HailandKill majorly. There is one answer, and that answer is Jagada. We have fought in the past and the only answer for a secure future in both homelands is war. Congress had agreed with me, and a declaration of war was agreed upon by majority in the emergency senate counsel today. So, as I read this speech, a state of war now exists between Jagites and Killians once more. This time, however, the war decides the fate of two countries not one. I hope we all will support our Killian soldier brethren as they once again do battle unto our enemies. Thank you and goodnight.”

The feed sent to news stations then ended, and anchormen and women then analyzed what the president said. As anchormen and women discussed the speech, the president got up from his chair and strode to presidential war room.

Seas North of Jagite National Waters, Roman and Greece Fleets
Admiral Eustice stood upon the outside command deck on his flagship, HKS Arch Angel, staring out into the vast blue that was the ocean. He had been greatly impressed with the Arch Angel Class, and thought it only appropriate to choose a magnificently designed, but most importantly a Killian designed, ship to command two fleets from. His gazing was interrupted by another officer holding a piece of paper in his hand, and Eustice already knew a change in plan was about to occur.

The admiral took the paper and scanned it for the most important details. Whatever pleasant thoughts he had just had about the calm seas were obliterated by the ever important task he was just presented with. Eustice, after his quick read, about-faced and strode into the command deck as the officer of the watch yelled for everyone to stand at attention. Admiral Eustice instinctively told the men to be at ease, and called his radar operator, and executive officer. When the two men were summoned, Eustice could see that they had read the short satellite transmission by the crushed looks on their faces. The information that had downed the two men’s spirits was one of a satellite pass that revealed that the Jagite navy had been assembled into a defensive position near Inn, the Killian fleet’s main objective. The three men could only speculate, but guessed that Jagite intelligence had spotted the amassed ships at Edwardsburg, and planned accordingly. However, the amassed Jagite ships mattered little to Eustice.

To the subordinates, it mattered a lot; it mattered so much to them that the two subordinate officers were about to suggest that the Killian fleets re-organize and re-strategize, when Eustice spoke first. He made it clear that the initial plan would not be compromised and the attack would press on in the same manner as planned. In Eustace’s opinion, it was too late to re-plan, and that they would be sitting ducks if they full stopped and re-planned. He finalized his decision by telling his radar operator to broadcast the master arm code to all ships. The attack would continue, and in Eustace’s words “We are going to run right through them”. An hour later, a hellish spectacle would begin.

The master arm command spread like wild fire amongst all the ships in the two fleets’ crews. Men were awoken from their slumbers to get to battle stations and commit themselves to war once again. Anti-missile and aircraft batteries were being scrambled first to provide a sound defense if the Jagites were going to pull the first attack. As waves of men settled into their anti-aerial batteries, they immediately began putting the systems on line and stocking ammunition into the magazines. As men scrambled to defensive posts, men also scrambled to offensive posts. As fast as the sailors groggy bodies would allow them to move, men stormed into missile control and stocking rooms to take up their respective positions. As the flesh and blood of each ship was in action, what would be called the brain of a ship was too taking action. Eustace’s plan called for the first attack to fall upon every small ship that could put up any sort of a defense against Killian air fighters and bombers. If it were a cruiser that could put massive amounts of flak or SAM missiles into the skies, it was targeted. If it were an aerial defense ship, it was targeted. Nothing to big or small was overlooked, especially with the aide of real time satellite feed.

As another pre-emptive defense measure, interceptors were being scrambled off the decks of all available carrier in order provide all shipping with a form of air cover. Admiral Eustace was going to make sure there were no loop holes in his defense, especially the air. With the first attack about to commence, there was no room for error.

In what felt like an eternity to the men at battle stations, the fire command finally was passed down to all the sailors. In what no man would be able to describe in years to come, massive amounts of missiles poured out of the vertical launch tubes of the second and third flotillas. The fire and brimstone coming from the ships missile tubes illuminated the dawn skies and turned twilight into day light. Sledgehammers two’s were the weapons of choice, and they poured out of the vertical launch tubes in numbers not even seen in the battle of Targul Frumos. Of course the best ship at launching these killers were the Carranzei class, which numbered forty combined in the second and third flotillas. These small ships were delivering lethal firepower in the form of a missile meant to take down dreadnoughts; however this missile was being targeted at smaller ships and men shuddered at the thought of what a sledgehammer would do to an escort ship. Next best at launching missiles was the Illium class, which was a precision based missile carrier. These ships excelled at launching missiles and guiding them with the utmost of accuracy, and unfortunately for the enemy, today their job was no different than any other combat situation. The light cruisers weren’t ships designed on firing off hellish numbers of missiles, but what they lacked for in power, they made up in numbers. With their massive numbers they put up their own impressive display of aerial based shipping killers.

Since Eustace’s plan called for the elimination of any ship that could wreak any anti-air havoc for the Killians, and many of these ships were escorts, it was safe to assume many of these ships would be on the bottom of the ocean, unless it was a carrier.

Egyptian Fleet, West of Greek and Roman Fleet’s
The news of attack reached the vice-admiral quite a few minutes before it reached the ships under Eustace’s command, and thus the Egyptian fleets attack wouldn’t commence until later. But this was quite alright to the Egyptian fleets’ commander, because it gave him more time to maneuver into a more advantageous, as well as closer position. Another benefit of firing after the first fleets attack was the fact that with the enemy navy concentrating on the first attack, they would not have time to think about the smaller fleet coming within range of all weapons. The Egyptian fleet had not been under Eustace’s command but rather it advanced in an arc that would put in on a diagonal line with the Jagite formation. In simple terms, it was northeast of the Jagite formation where as Eustace’s command was directly north. This position gave the succinct advantage of having a direct fire line with the sides of the enemy shipping.

Likewise with the fleets under Eustace’s command, the air cover for the fleet had been scrambled, and now was making a basic racetrack pattern while monitoring the skies.

When the master arm order did reach the Egyptian fleet, the fleet was in the perfect position. All three flotillas and the dreadnoughts were in their final positions to attack into the sides and fronts of the enemy formations. With the added benefit of hell already reining in on the enemy Jagite fleet their presence would not be noticed until at least their attack had ceased.

The master arm command also had another good advantage; the advantage to begin firing onto an already dazed navy. With the Egyptian fleet somewhat closer than their counterpart, the dreadnoughts were within shelling range as well as all three flotillas in missile range. This would eventually cause problems when the attack was over because the Jagites could return all fire, whether missiles or shells, into the Killian fleet. However, like mentioned above, this would be an issue later since the Jagites were probably too busy defending themselves against the first attack.

The first part of the fleets attack saw thousands of missiles screaming out of their launch tubes into the hazy morning skies. All three flotillas launched their missiles until their VLS batteries needed to be restocked, regardless of what type of ship it was. As always, the heavy cruisers and missile destroyers were packing the most punch in terms of missile firepower, but the small amount of missiles that the battleships and dreadnoughts did put up would contribute somehow. Like Eustace’s fleet, the missile targets were escort ships and aircraft carriers. Another similarity not left to coincidence was the fact that sledgehammer twos were again the weapon of choice. When the missiles stopped whining out of their launchers, the anti-air crews began their watch of the skies for enemy missiles fired in return.

However, the aerial defense crews were going to have a hard time concentrating with the naval barrage about to commence. As wind speed, velocity, air pressure, and other natural conditions that would affect a naval weapon was being taken into account, sailors loaded shells into the breech of the cannons. When all the necessary components were loaded and ready to fire, the first ships to begin firing onto enemy ships were the Aristaquis attack dreadnoughts. Their seven quadruple mounted 635mm Hyper Velocity turrets opened up and the orange flames that leapt out from the cannons of the dreadnoughts signaled that the massive shells were on their way to the assigned target. The large shells that were “freed” from the cannons generally deafened sailors without ear protection, even on escort ships in the last flotilla. As the barrage of dreadnought fire started, the Pacitalia class galleons finalized their targets. The galleons were focusing their massive 635mm cannons on the enemy carriers, and eventually they opened up, belching their massive shells in the general direction of the enemy’s carriers. As the two classes of massive ships were sending noise levels enough to permanently damage someone with their fire, the battleships decided to chime in with their artillery once their target list was finalized.

The first battleships to open up were of the Establias class, with the Roanoke firing her four quadruple mounted 533.4 millimeter liquid propelled cannons at the Jagite carriers. The rest of the other Establias classes opened up as well, throwing shells in the carrier’s direction. The last two classes of capital ships opened up somewhat simultaneously, with the Imperial class battleships firing at small surface escorts with her 571 millimeter cannons. The refitted Elusive classes started firing their 469.9 millimeter coil guns at small escort ships as well.

The combined fire of the dreadnoughts, galleons, and battleships over an average duration of time seemed to put everyone on edge. As the capital ships lobbed their massive shells into the morning, they would put Jagites on edge, and even in the eternal void of death.

However, this was only the beginning.

Onboard the JGFS 南のドラゴン

Takenaka Tametada stood on the bridge of his Storm-Class Dreadnaught and observed the ever growing shadows in the distance that were the Killian Navy. He knew the upcoming battle would be historic and perhaps the turning point in the history of the Grand Navy. The fleets under his command had taken up position on the left flank of the Grand Navy's line. His men were prepared, the missiles were stocked, the aircraft maintenance was completed, and all the officers were briefed on what the Grand Navy was about to attempt. He knew the plan in-depth and was going to be interested to see if it actually worked, the Killians probably didn't expect what they considered 'inferior beings' capable of launching such a tactically thought-out plan. He'd remembered the long nights in the War Chambers of the Admiral Fusatada's Dreadnaught considering all of the options and the potential pit falls of the plan. If the Killians reacted like they were supposing to then the plan shouldn't have pitfalls. Though Killians were strange peoples and capable of seemingly irregular moves. This was proven during Cadiz and even Dorthia; he'd heavily studied the failures of the defense of Cadiz and the successes at Dorthia. It may have been one reason why his discontent with the Killians was off-set by his respect of them and their abilities. If the two nations had not got off to such a terrible start, then Jagada may have been fighting for the Golden Throne right now, or HailandKill may have been helping Haven at Targul Frumos instead of fighting against them. Perhaps he would write an alternate history book one day?

He was jolted from his dreaming and tactical planning when a foundation of water jumped into the air just a hundred or so yards away from his vessel. He looked around shocked, could it have been friendly fire? "Captain, enemy fleet has appeared within shelling distance!" Takenaka growled, "What do you mean they appeared? Since when do five-hundred ship fleets appear?" He saw the sailor searching for an answer as his discipline had demanded of him, Takenaka knew that how the enemy fleet got there didn't matter; he now had to figure out how to deal with it. "Order all ships to curve the line to accommodate our guests." The sailor fiddled with the communications and looked back at the captain of the JGFS 南のドラゴン with a relieved look, "Sir, other ships spotted the enemy fleet sooner and already curved the line!" Takenaka was relieved himself; the enemy didn't get the slip on them. Though the fact that none of them communicated with him and instead acted on their own showed one of two things--a lack of discipline or a surplus of initiative. He refused to contemplate more on the subject.

"Turn turrets A, B, X, and Y on the nearest enemy capital ship. I want them sunk," exclaimed the captain of the Jagite capital ship. Per his orders his own personnel vessel turned, and coordinated the distance, range, wind, wave strengh, and other various factors to ensure that what it aimed at--it hit. It wasn't just his ship doing this either, as the general order to open fire on the enemy ship was given. Suddenly as the Close In Weapons Support systems onboard the various ships in Takenaka's Fleets began to activate and fire at various targets. Takenaka looked out the window of his flagship to see various small explosions occurring. His communications officer began screaming about a massive Killian missile assault on the main line of the fleet. His part of the fleet had been ready and when the Sledgehammer Anti-Super Dreadnaught missiles came they found friends only in the hot lead being shot at them. The majority were knocked off their coarse, some were destroyed, and the lucky few managed to hit escort ships. Takenaka looked on as a destroyer exploded into a ball of fire as the missile hit it. He wondered if the men inside had felt any pain.

A shell screamed just by the bridge of his flagship causing the windows to shutter, it quickly brought him away from the burning destroyer and towards the Killian ships now facing him. He was surprised by the near miss, the Killians were usually considered crack shots, perhaps God was watching over him. Though his bridge crew did a wonderful job of destroying that notion partially as they each reported that the carriers were coming under fire--while the fire was inaccurate at this range, it was still landing among them. Suddenly his ship shuddered as it fired its massive 690mm cannons opened up on the Killian Fleet, aiming directly for their larger capital ships. Takenaka heard the booms of several other ships already in firing mode. The Killians would soon face fire like none they had faced before.

"Order a missile barrage, aiming for the larger capital ships," said Takenaka. He knew it would probably be futile to do so, but it fit the plan established. If anything he should have ordered it sooner but he could not get back time that was lost and he wasn't too far behind schedule. With his order given the various Storm-Class Dreadnaughts, Genesis-Class Battleships, Warlord-Class Battle cruisers, and various other smaller ships opened up their Vertical Launch Systems and launched their missiles into the air. The missile strike headed towards the Killians who would no doubt have their own CIWS systems ready to respond, along with anti-missile, and perhaps even flak cannons for some lucky shots. Though as soon as he did so, his three dimensional view of the battlefield, provided to him by satellites giving real-time battle into a computer program which permitted it to be turned into an almost game-like view, showed several things. First it should some escort ships burning throughout the line, though it also showed the rest of the Grand Navy's ships opening up their VLS just as planned. He looked up and saw small explosions beginning to occur--his own fleet’s missiles beginning to be intercepted. He looked back at the map and already saw smoke covering many ships as they launched a hail storm of deadly weapons towards the Killian Egyptian Fleet.

Onboard the JGFS 神の恐れ

Grand Admiral Maeda Kinkurô Fusatada watched on his own three dimensional map of the battle as his missiles headed directly towards the Killian Egyptian Fleet. He had caught the Egyptian Fleets movements even before Admiral Tametada, if only because his ships hadn't suffered some kind of observational failure. Beyond that he had, had to improvise more or less. While the strategy to follow was apparent and had been chosen prior to the battle, how it was being used had changed, and definitely when it was being used. He didn't enjoy the enemy dictating how he fought the battle, but this was only temporary and soon momentum should shift into his favor. After all, he didn't have to win this battle--he just had to avoid loosing it. Though as he looked back at the thousands of missiles which would soon quickly overwhelm the Egyptian Fleet and begin striking its capital ships and then its escort ships would clearly be a surprise to the Killians. His own captains had voiced some concern threw hidden words when they confirmed they knew what he wanted them to do. Not responding to the Killian missile barrage was risky and clearly not tactically sound. When the enemy hit you, you hit back, that simple. Maeda was willing to depart from that 'logic' of the Jagite Grand Navy--it'd earned them a thousand years of total defeat. Though he had to secure his flanks before his plan could be put into full motion, and while some of his ships were dazed. His numerical supremacy allowed him to regenerate faster since not all of his fleet was affected.

He saw the Egyptian Fleets interceptor screen, he could only smirk at it. The unfortunate part of being closer to your enemy than your comrades what how limited they were in supporting you. He immediately sent out the order for various fighter squadrons to launch their assault on the Killian Egyptian Fleet. Albeit it wasn't the full force he could bring to bare on the Killians, but it was sizeable enough to overwhelm what they had. Jagada's ships may have been inferior to Killian ships, but not Jagada's aircraft. The aircraft were Jagada's most used Teutonics. They flew in loose formation so that anti-aircraft fight would have less of a chance to do major damage. They mission was simple, fly and quickly locate the largest ships they could find and unleash their weapons upon them, release counter-measures, and return home in a single piece, or at least in enough pieces to keep on living. The Jagites followed this strategy, unfortunately not every pilot could obey the last order and many went down in a ball of fire from the fierce anti-aircraft fight and interceptors. Though the Jagites had anticipated the interceptors simply because they were there for a long time. The Teutonics were Fighter/Bombers and designed for that purpose. Some would tango with the interceptors and keep them busy, these would suffer the worst losses, while other would go on with the mission and try to take out as many capital ships or whatever larger ships remained following two missile barrages, and the constant fire from the Jagite left flank. The losses would be heavy, but no doubt worth it. In the long run at least.

Maeda simply stared out at the spectacle; he was a quiet man in battle. Though if victory came, he could likely dance with his bridge crew and sing the Republic's national anthem. He enjoyed that more than how he acted in defeat--for in defeat he closed up even more and became stricter to keep some form of discipline. All the while he looked at the map and saw his plane slowly forming up as he had hoped. Perhaps the thousand years of sorrow would end here?

Egyptian Fleet


The Jagite shells screaming past the command deck of HKS Arastaqis was enough to make every officer on deck aware of incoming counter attack. Shells screamed to the left and right of the ship, yet luckily none had made contact with the command ship. However, some ships were not as lucky, and from the vice-admirals viewpoint, he could see HKS Roanoke, HKS Gamma, HKS Maiden, HKS Sorrowed, and HKS Ruse all sinking, with flames licking at their steel hulls searching for something flammable. His losses weren’t too bad in terms of capital ships that were sunk. However, he could see a few capital ships with bad lists from the shells that had struck their mark. But, fires would be extinguished and mechanical engineers would have the injured ships stay afloat to fight one more day. What he could not see was the small amount of escort ships that were put to rest by stray shells, but it would not matter anyway, as the numbers of escorts were high anyway.

The artillery barrage was only beginning though, because the vice-admiral could see thousands of tiny blips on the radar screen. He knew that they were missiles, and the sheer number almost made him gasp out loud. He didn’t, however, and continued to stare over his radar chief’s shoulder to watch where the missiles would go, and what direction they were headed in. The first obstacle the missiles would have to go through was the third flotilla. The first counter-measures put up to test the Jagite missiles were surface-to-air missiles. The P.746 missiles were the selected choice, and they roared out of their cell blocks with an intensity only a missile could have. The Indian Class, the Trophy Class, as well as Illium Class ships were pumping out these flying beasts as fast as the vertical launch systems would allow. However, the paramount air defense vessel was putting up anti-missile cover like no crewman, enlisted or officer, had ever seen, probably equaling the amount of anti-aerial missiles all other three classes had put up combined. The amount of anti-air missiles fired into the blue sky easily clouded every human eye, and made the shinning morning ever so darker. But, what had made it past the anti-air missiles was now being targeted by the flak artillery that each ship was packing. Again, The Indian Class, the Trophy Class, as well as Illium Class ships were putting up massive amounts of 88mm flak, which darkened the bright morning ever so much more. Plenty of missiles were seen turning into fireballs as they were pre-detonated by the flak cannons accuracy or lucky hit. The third line of defense on the third flotilla alone was the FVL-II’s and the Conhort-IIs. The two smaller anti-air weapons were selecting their targets and firing at the incoming missiles with the utmost of accuracy. Many more fireballs were seen streaking across the sky, signaling another missile that would not reach its target.

The same exact defense occurred throughout the other flotillas. Anti-air missiles were put up in near wasteful numbers, followed by hundreds and thousands of flak, to be finalized with millions of bullets being put out. Most of the missiles were put down for good by the first rings of defense, and if a few had made it past, the capital ships top of the line defense was more than enough to make sure the losses were not increased. The vice-admiral even got to watch a few missiles be destroyed from his command bridge, but with all the thick black smoke and missile contrails he could not see much more.

Whilst all the action on the now violent sea was occurring, a simultaneous defense was being put up in the air. Though the Jagites HAD spotted interceptors, they had not spotted all of them. About a third of the interceptors were giving off electronic “noise” with their IFF squawks and active targeting radars, but two thirds were hidden in the clouds with their engines at the lowest operating speed and no electronics on what so ever; they were invisible only to sight, but the clouds took care of that too.

Unfortunately, for the one third of the fighters, their counter measure computer screens lit up red as well as screamed warnings at them to evade the incoming missiles the Jagite air attack had launched. Even with their targeting computers and active radar on, it is still hard to evade a missile when it is coming at you at mach-6. With that revelation, what were once beautiful instruments of war were now flaming debris headed to sea level as fast as gravity would allow. The attack had been ugly, claiming the lives of a handful of pilots. However, the survivors gathered their courage and let loose with their own missiles, before they banked and waited to be in cannon range.

As the Jagite aircraft came chasing onto the tail of the survivors, the AWACS was able to give a quick electronic pulse to the “invisible” interceptors above the now growing dogfight. The interceptor leader received the command and authorized full electronic activation. The half a second the Jagites had to realize that the number of interceptors had tripled would not be enough as the missiles fell off the hard points of the jets and screamed to their targets. Albeit, the first missile volley would not be accurate, the interceptors in the clouds quickly lost the altitude difference and fired another round of air-to-air missiles before closing to dogfight range. When in that range, tracers could be seen flying to meet with Jagite fuselages. The trick was now on them.

What would make this foray more painful for the Jagites would be the surface to air missiles coming at them from the naval forces below. With the IFF squawks merrily broadcasting who was on whose side, the operators had an easy time picking targets for the missiles to chase and hopefully kill. Dozens of missiles eventually came screaming towards the Jagite aircraft, only to add more pain to their brazen attack.

As the damage was being surveyed, the vice admiral ordered his ships to discontinue their zigzag evasion patter for a full stop. This would mean that the next Jagite shells fired at his fleet would be more accurate, but it also gave his own Egyptian fleet capital ships less room for error, and more room for accuracy. The Jagites were going to learn what accuracy meant when the vice admiral gave the command to fire. As always the dreadnoughts and galleons were the first to open up. The dreadnoughts own massive 635millimeter cannons fired their ugly cargo at the Jagite aircraft carriers, belching fire and brimstone into the sky. Targets were even being doubled up upon by the turrets on the dreadnoughts, to ensure shell to kill ratios were high. The galleons then proceeded to follow their counterparts, except they were aiming for capital ships. Galleons were designed to kill capital ships, and the vice admiral prayed they would do their job with their own 635millimter cannons, which were “happily” firing away, adding more noise pollution to the fray.

The next strings of capital ships, the battleships, were selecting targets amongst the escort ships. With most of the battleships having massive cannons themselves, escort ships that were struck wouldn’t stand a chance. The Killian navy would find out though, as shells ranging from 571 millimeters, to 533 millimeters, and 470 millimeters were all ejected from the breeches into the direction of the Jagites.

The vice-admiral was pleased with his counter, but opted to let shipping crews restock the anti-air missiles rather than the offensive missiles. As his high school football coach had once said, “offence wins games, defense wins championships”. He would soon find out if this was true.

Roman and Greek Fleets

If the vice admiral of Egyptian fleet and Admiral Eustace were telepathically communicating they sure showed it when the admiral ordered his fleet to disengage its zigzag pattern and come to a full stop. While the ships were doing so, he ordered an attack formation of fighters scrambled as well as all men to full battle stations.

The ships eventually came to a full stop, with it being the optimal firing range for all capital ships. The Jagites would take a few moments to notice, as they had their hands full at the moment. When Admiral Eustace was absolutely sure all ships were stopped, he ordered the weapons free command. Hell was about to reign down.

Both of the combined fleets Arch Angel classes opened up first, with their six triple mount turrets sending off massive 635 millimeter shells with “special love” from the Killian navy. The noise from the two ships alone would cause hearing complications from those with unprotected ears, but worse, would cause complications for the Jagite aircraft carriers that the shells made contact with. The next ships to let loose their volley were the fleets combined two Pacitalia Class galleons. The galleons had chosen targets amongst the capital ships of the Jagite navy, the optimal ship to be firing at. The galleons let their shells off into the sky not much after the Arch Angel Classes opened up, launching their own massive 635 millimeters shells in ugly amounts of numbers. The two largest classes of capital ships were having no problem keeping the fire rate at its deadliest, as the enemy would soon learn.

The battleships of the combined fleet were about to open up, and almost in an unholy staccato they did. The twelve combined Establias classes opened up first, belching 533 millimeter shells in numbers not yet calculable in monetary value. The shells were being aimed at escort ships, and the admiral had no doubt a large hole would be punched into the Jagite navy’s aerial defense grid. The hole would be widened of course by the Imperial Class shells that were being sent off into the blue skies. The Imperial’s 571 millimeter shells would find their own unwelcome entrance into Jagite escorts, causing much damage and loss of life. The last ships to open up were the Kristik Classes, putting their own 508 millimeter cannons to good use on the much smaller escorts.

After the admiral felt enough shells had been sent off packing, he ordered the missile volley to start. As it always did in the Killian navy, the Trophy and Indian Classes of each flotilla started off with their surface to surface sledgehammer missiles. Their target was anything that could fire missiles back, and many officers were sure that number was going to be much smaller when they attacked again. VLS cells roared to life, sending their fiery cargo dead vertical into the bright skies. The Illium and Carranzei classes were next on the firing line, sending more missiles than their smaller counterparts into the darkening skies. These ships were primary missile ships, and no doubt they would do their job. The VLS systems on all four classes kept chattering away knowing only how to fire, swivel, fire, swivel and so on and so forth.

It looked like night with all the missile contrails that were lingering over the ships after this missile volley. The smoke would eventually clear, giving the pilots shooting off the decks of the carrier’s time to get their bearings as they streaked off to the enemy. The large numbers of planes shot off would most likely be noticed on radar for a second, and even then written off as missiles.

The multi-role aircraft took the lead first, their electronic devices shut down for the time being. They were coming in at a relatively low altitude, meaning the window of being spotted by radar would be slimmer, but nothing was fool proof. As the pilots calculated their targets and way points, the fighters were doing the same except at a much higher altitude. They had all their electronics gear operating, blatantly showing the Jagites there were enemy planes in the skies. However, the fighters had an advantage, an advantage in the form of a specially equipped AWACS. This AWACS was taking the fighters own electronic signals and tripling the output, meaning that the enemy would see three fighters on radar with two being imaginary. The same would be seen by surface to air batteries and enemy pilot’s radars. This would mean the Jagites were going to waste more ordinances and hit less Killians, something every pilot had comfort in knowing.

The aircraft formations in the sky were approaching their targets right on time. They would be coming up right on the Jagites about four to five minutes after the missile attack had started to crash into the enemy flotillas. This would mean that anti-air defense would be weaker and thus ships themselves more vulnerable to aerial attack. The reason behind this was the fact that the stocks of anti-aerial weaponry would be low or exhausted from defending from the previous missile attack, and coming right in for an attack at this time would not have given the enemy much time to reload their defensive weapons. On a different note, the near invisible multi-role craft passed over the enemy escorts aiming for the capital ships. With the fighters distracting the Jagite aircraft for the time being, the multi role aircraft were masterfully using the scattered clouds to their advantage, dodging and weaving between them. Many pilots prayed that their camoflage on their planes would allow them not be be noticed by site by an escort ship, because it would blow the entire surprise of the attack. Things got way trickier than weaving and dodging when the active computers were lit up, which proceded to give their positions away. Despite this fact, they were in firing range or what their intelligence had estimated was firing range, and the pilots spent the smallest amount of time aligning targets. The sledgehammer missiles on their hard points came to life, dropping from the jets wings and screaming towards the enemy capital ships. The attack was close in range to the capital ships and carriers, hopefully something that would not cost them. The pilots prayed their missile would hit the mark as they immediately pulled up in the vertical direction with computers screaming of the enemy missile locks. Hopefully they would make it.

Now, it was time for everyone to wait. The fighter pilots had to wait for the Jagites to engage them, the multi-role pilots had to wait to see if they would escape, and the admiral himself would have to wait to see how much damage his force had done.