NationStates Jolt Archive

The meeting room's climate control was turned down low, but that didn't stop the men discussing the going of the conflict to stop sweating. The room was currently listening to a analyst's presentation.

“In addition to Automagfreek pulling their forces out of SEA, those folks at Griffincrest- remember them?- are now deploying a sizable force. We picked this up on a routine satellite pass this morning, since they are allied to Kraven we suspect that they will link up with the Kraven invasion force when it deploys.'

General Jorghan of Aerospace Force waved the analyst off, “I'll take care of that, don't worry. Those Type 900's have had their practice runs, and with those new munitions we can do a hell of a lot of damage.”

A image was suddenly thrown up against one wall. It was the Blackhelm owned coastal city of Vik, but with small red dots denoting areas that would be hit by smart munitions. Suspected fuel and supply dumps, train depots, vehicle storage sites, power substations and plants, the list went on. Altogether some one hundred and sixteen targets were listed on the image. Then it blinked off.

Jorghan looked around the room, “Operation Scalpel commences in four hours gentlemen. Long live the Fatherland.”

[Air strike post tomorrow. -_-]

Above the ocean, closing on Blackhelm airspace.

One, two, three, four. Four arrowheads streaking through the upper atmosphere at speeds that would flay a man of his skin. Granted, they weren't arrowheads, merely the Type 900 (http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/32717029/?&q=Type+900&qh=boost%3Apopular+age_sigma%3A24h+age_scale%3A5) hypersonic interdiction aircraft purchased from ZMI. Nor were they carrying the usual suborbital reconnaissance drones they had carried for the last few months of service.

This time they were armed.

Instead of dummy bombs or drones, this time MAS Interdiction (http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/index.php/MAS_Interdiction)'s were held snug in the weapons racks of two 900's. The other two carried Red Thunder solid state air to air lasers, just in case they were bounced by Blackhelm air defenses. Now it was merely a matter of time before they hit the weapon release point and ran for home.

[Well this took more time then I thought. -_-]

Vik was now a military city. After freeing it of the anti-capitalist scourge that was the Kamashan government, the Griffincrest Corporation set up shop. At the moment, several S-400 anti-air systems were scanning the skies for the enemy. Along with them were dozens of 88mm Flak cannons, and even some of the ex-Kraven 120mm ETC propelled Flak guns, weapons powerful enough to reach as high as 30 kilometers in the sky.

These were not the only systems watching the skies. The Confederacy had taken note of Griffincrest's gain, and had put their own defenses in place as well. Several Firestorm missile systems, purchased from DMI, along with Gazetchik anti-ARM system.

It would be difficult to get an aerial assault going here.

Type 900 01, one hundred and twelve kilometers from Vik.

The Type 900's were about the fastest in-atmosphere aircraft around, but of course speed does not equal stealth. In fact, they had fairly large radar signatures ala SR-71, but that wasn't so bad when you considered that they were, at the end of the day, really goddamn fast.

Speed aside, Blackhelm had air defenses. And they had radar, that was capable of seeing them. As the pilot of 01, one Lieutenant-Commander Jonson formerly of the Aerospace Force found out.

“Shit, we just got swept by a Sierra four-zero-zero, they know we're here. Fuck. Begin attack run on my mark...Now!”

01 and 02, the leading units of the squadron, started to climb, while simultaneously lighting up the SCRAMjets. 03 and 04 hung back and waited to lase something. The second the two aircraft's airspeed reached Mach 7.5, the payload bay doors opened and 112 Interdiction's each poured out, and lit off their rockets (a mixture of I5 multipurpose, cluster, and mine warheads).

Now all they had to do was get the hell out of dodge.