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The Jaredo-Errikan War

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To: The International Community
From: Emperor Christian I, Sovereign of the Errikan Empire

I come to you in a time of distress. My embassy in Jaredcohenia, with all of her staff, has fallen under siege by a barbarous mob of rioters, who seem intent to kill all inside. The Jaredcohenian Dictator refuses to allow me to aid my people, and vows that their destruction is inevitable. I fear that, due to his action, this may be true.

And thus I appeal to you to help me enact justice. If it is too late to save my people, then it is the state of war between myself and the corrupt nation at fault shall be the perpetrator of justice. *included with this message is an up to date video/audio record of the goings on around the embassy, as well as all previous communiqués between the Errikan Emperor and the Jaredcohenian Premier concerning this subject (i.e.: on [url= http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=505879]this (]here[/url) thread)*


“I stand before you, my people, the Errikans of the Errikan Empire, today to tell you of a great injustice which has occurred.”
It was thus that the Errikan Emperor, Christian I, began his speech in which he was to call for a declaration of war against the nation of Jaredcohenia.

For years, the relations with Jaredcohenia had been mildly stressed, but amiable. Significant political and cultural differences provided some tensions, and the memory of the past differences still lingered with some. However, these difficulties had, for quite some time, been left by the wayside, largely tolerated or ignored.

This had all changed in a matter of hours.

The Errikans did not have a pro-Islamic history, or present. This dates back to the time of the crusades, and since a cultural distaste, aggravated by further contacts, had been carved into the Errikan psyche. Following the Errikan civil war, in which all Errikan Muslims had sided against the Nationalists and the Youlandi Muslims had done immense damage to sections of the Errikan countryside (rape, pillage, burn), the new nation, somewhat as part of the Emperor’s National System, limited Islamic privileges: suffrage was not extended to them, they could not own firearms, and they (like everyone else who was not a Christian or a Jew) were not exempt from property taxes. While most of the (then 145) remaining Muslims realized that the Emperor had kept a moderate path (preserving most of their rights, though a solid majority of the Errikan population would have had them killed or run out of the nation), certain outside groups did not see it this way.

It was one such group, an organization of radical Islamic youths, who attacked the Errikan Embassy in Jaredcohenia.

They initially seemed to be little more than particularly violent protesters, but their antics soon escalated into a full scale attack, with rifles, machine guns, and rocket propelled grenades. These men wanted blood.

It was immediately a mystery as to how these rioters had acquired military grade weapons and equipment. However, it soon became glaringly clear, to the Errikans anyways, as the Emperor requested full cooperation on the part of the Jaredcohenian tyrant, Premier Aaron Cohen, in suppressing the riot and saving the trapped Errikans. The Emperor had expected the man he had worked with before to be very willing to provide full support, or at least allow him to reinforce his men. It was thus very shocking to him when the tyrant bluntly insulted him before repeatedly refusing to allow reinforcements, or even lift a finger to stop the rioters. Throughout this the Emperor remained diplomatic, though this was soon to end. After refusing to denounce the rioters, he casually insisted that they would eventually win.
For the Emperor, it became immediately clear who was behind this.

The Errikan people were equally outraged, as ENN played footage taken by the Embassy cameras and released the exchange between the Emperor and Cohen. Two of the remaining 125 Muslims were killed by angry mobs (not in a pretty fashion, either), and public opinion was for all out war.

After a mere thirty minutes of debate, during which time no one, not even People’s Democrat leader William Robsen, raised a single view against war, the Senate unanimously voted in support of a full declaration of total war against the State and People of Jaredcohenia. War was declared.

And now they moved to bleed Jaredcohenia white.

Even before the declaration was approved, the Emperor sent his orders for the opening moves. This war was to be fought on Jaredcohenian Colonial Soil.

The Africaan Army Groups Alpha through Gamma (A-G) had long been moved into position, a reaction to a major Jaredcohenian buildup. And now they planned to strike. But not before the enemy was softened up.

Though the majority of the Errikan Navy had been moved to Errikan homeland waters, a significant branch had long combed the Gulf of Guinea. They had been protecting vital Errikan shipping (as, until very recently, the colony was not capable of being self sufficient), and now moved to cut off Jaredcohenian shipping to their Ivory Coast and Nigerian Colonies. Jaredcohenian shipping would be blown out of the water, leaving all Jaredcohenian colonial forces and people cut off from reinforcements and outside supplies.

Then the costal bombardments began.

Inland, Errikan Air Forces (as well as some carrier based forces) began launching massive bombing raids. They carpeted sections of cities, troop concentrations, and most especially logistical networks. They would strike fast and hard, disappearing quickly. Just in case that was not enough, they were protected by significant escorts.
And, even in times when no bombs were falling or missiles flying from planes, cruise missiles, from positions based in west and central Africa as well as from ships and subs, struck at the same targets.

It seemed that the primary means of transport in Jaredcohenian Nigeria and Ivory Coast would have to be donkeys on dirt paths. That is, if they had any new troops or supplies to send on said paths.

The declaration of war had barely been announced on ENN before the all out bombardment of Jaredcohenian positions near the Errikan borders had begun. Shells and rockets numbering in the hundreds of thousands crashed down upon Jaredcohenian heads, or abandoned or otherwise unoccupied Jaredcohenian positions.

editted because errik was being an annoying dipstick

Bump/Update for JC's post

Deep Blue Sea

The nuclear attack submarine RNV Kashchei the Immortal, a Stravinsky-class submarine, hung motionless beneath the waves. A small ESM mast was raised above them, receiving information from a satellite downlink. Inside the submarine, Lieutenant Misha Dmitriev sat at his desk, tapping his fingers as the computers finished decoding the messages and printed out whatever it was that headquarters had sent. Certainly is a lot of stuff today.

A beep indicated that the computers had finished their work and there was nothing left to be decoded. Reaching across his desk, Misha picked up a headset from the wall and pressed down the push to talk button. "Communications to Ops, we're finished with the downlink."

"Roger that," replied a voice, and Misha put the sound powered telephone back in its place. Scooting across the deck, he began gathering up the papers, sorting them for their various destinations within the submarine. "Petty Officer Stefanovich, would you take this folder up to the captain?" he asked, holding out a manila folder stuffed with papers as he did so, unconsciously balancing for the angle of the submarine as it began to dive deeper.

"Certainly sir," said Stefanovich as he took the folder and headed out the hatch, making a right to head towards the Combat Information Center. Entering into the CIC, he handed the folder to the captain. "Here's today's com report sir," he announced.

Captain Michael Bannington, a trim man in his forties, took a sip from his cup of tea as he opened up the folder and started reading the top sheet. A twitch of the eyebrow, and a setting down of the tea, were the only external signs that indicated his surprise at the orders. He finished reading them, twice in fact, before grabbing his own sound powered telephone speaker, this one keyed to the 1MC line however.

"ALL HANDS, NOW HEAR THIS: This is the Captain speaking. We have just received word that the Holy Errikan Empire of Erikkland has declared war upon a former ally of ours, the Socialist Republic of Jaredcohenia. Though they are former allies, His Majesty has been sufficiently annoyed at the claimed casus belli, and immediate case of the war, to order us to immediately proceed to and engage Erriklandian merchant shipping."

With that announcement, RNV Kashei the Immortal, and a dozen other nuclear attack submarines that happened to be reasonably close to the attack zone began heading towards their assigned patrol zone: The sea routes between Errikan Arterus and Main Errikland.

Different Part of the Deep Blue Sea

The oil tanker was a marvel to behold. Displacing over a million tons, she was a testimony to the engineering skills of the shipyard that had built her. Though ships of her size were a common sight in international waters (though not in Rosdivan Commonwealth waters, which were too shallow in too many places to permit their travel), she was no less of a credit to the good skills of the engineers who had designed her, and the craftsmen who had welded her together. She is also quite doomed mused Captain Bannington to himself as he looked at the image on the main screen. A photonic mast had been raised out of the water for a quick look at the target prior to the attack. It wasn't strictly necessary, as the passive sonar plot on the same screen showed. However, Captain Bannington felt it quite appropriate that he know what his first kill looked like.

Cruising at a stately twelve knots knots, the supertanker had no hope against the submarine, which was coming in at an oblique, and at a silent fifteen knot creep. It was simply a matter of time.

"Captain, we are now within 30,000 yards of the tanker," called one of the sonar operators. It was a fairly boring job today, stalking supertankers was like shooting fish in a barrel with a howitzer; hardly even worth the effort.

"Thank you sonar. Weapons, load an unguided torpedo into torpedo tubes one, two, three, and four, and open hatch one." Guided torpedoes would be a waste against a target that would have no knowledge of its impending doom, nor any way to maneuver out of the path of the incoming torpedo. That meant that the increased warhead size, and the lessened expense for the bean counters back home, made the unguided torpedoes a better option.

"Yes sir." A minute passed, "Tubes loaded, torpedo tube one open to water."

"20,000 yards skipper." Close enough, the gyros were unlikely to fail, and extremely unlikely to fail so catastrophically as to miss a target as large as the supertanker, even at this range.

"Fire torpedo tube number one." The other three torpedo tubes would be reserved for other targets, it should only take a single torpedo to sink her.

"Firing torpedo number one! Torpedo number one fired!" shouted back the torpedo room. With a thump, a water ram shoved the torpedo out into the water. A gas turbine engine spun up, and the torpedo began to accelerate. Very quickly in fact, it soon reached its running speed of 80 knots. Even at that speed, it would still take it eight long minutes for the torpedo to reach its target. Eight very boring minutes for the crew of the submarine, as they waited for the audible boom that would signal the death of the tanker.

In times past, there would have been a visible wake as oxygen bubbles floated to the surface. However, that problem had been solved some seventy years prior. There wasn't even that minor advanced notice as the torpedo streaked towards its goal. The first that the ship's crew knew about a torpedo was a short fraction of a second after the magnetic fuze decided that the magnetic field of the ship above it sufficiently fit its programming to detonate the warhead.

With the force of three thousand pounds of TNT, the torpedo detonated underneath the keel of the supertanker, approximately a quarter of the ship's length from the stern. The explosion created a monumentally large and spherical bubble and a significant shockwave. The shockwave smashed the underside of the ship to pieces, and threw crewman into the air. Mere milliseconds later, before any of the "Really important stuff just broke" alarms could sound aboard the tanker, the gas bubble slammed into the ship as it continued to increase in size, lifting it up and snapping its keel wide open. Then, over the next second, it shrank and grew larger once more. Finally, it vented through the ship, raising a plume of water and ship debris five hundred feet into the air.

As one might expect, this did not do good things for the ship, which promptly broke in half, with fires across its entirety. As the boat's crew cheered their success, and the submarine began searching for additional prey, Captain Bannington tried to figure out what that one torpedo had cost its opponents. For a ship of that size, she was probably carrying about six million barrels of crude. So, call it, 350 million universal dollars worth of oil, and another fifty million for the ship? Not bad, not bad at all.

[Will edit in a post later.]

LAGOS, Nigeria

A city that was once as close as you can call grand had been struck by a few rocket hits, it was still grand but not as grand. The airport was still intact, and the few missile silos that were in the Nigeria area were still there.

"We got MOARs here? Already?" A soldier that was there, Hanz Molbin, asked. "Weren't they just tested like two months ago?"

"They worked grand, I think the Errikans in Arterus are suffering from cancer from fall out or somethin'. But let's fire this baby, full of explosives." A button was pushed, four rockets fired out of silos around 400 meters apart. They were around 25 times each more powerful than the MOAB of the current American Army. They were conventional, at least as conventional as Jaredcohenia could expect to get. One was to hit Sadet, the Errikan capital, the others were to hit the sandwiched colony in between the Ivory Coast and Nigeria, but the Errikans weren't expected to worry. There was MOAR to come. (rim shot)

The Leocardian Loztiak Terrorist Division has called this conflict as an "open war." Pledging that they will be involved in this incident aiding one side, one way or another.

A video, captured and delivered via satillite to Errikland, by Justin Harcia, leader of Loztiak, has declared complete aid to Errikland as long as Loztiak can be stationed in Errikland and be ready to go in Jaredcohenia.

Errikland, we support your cause, and we want to aid you as much as possible. We are Loztiak, a term used by the Leocardians meaning "Army for Leocardia's allies." Though you are not Leocardia's allies, we simply wish you would be come one and he aided by our powerful force of trained guerilla forces. Your decisions is yours.

ooc: hay meester threads closed LOL

I regret to inform you that, due to my recent falling out with Jaredcohenia, this topic is to die. I apologize for any inconvienience that this may be to you.