NationStates Jolt Archive

[OOC: I want to keep this with as little people as possible, as of now on my side there are Czardas (As Steel & Fire), ZMI, Whyatica, Me, and someone else who will remain unnamed. That's it, no one else, you can denounce him though, just no more forces.

Clandonia: You can bring allies, I'd prefer small numbers of them though. And if you have a map then a link would be appreciated.

UCN/Communist Peeps: If you expect me to let you help or even get a foothold in Clandonia Prime prepare to for an IC refusal.

Anyone else: Unless you directly allied to Clandonia Prime, bugger off. >.>]

Official Declaration of War
The Armed Capitalist Republic of The Silver Sky

Attention nations of the world! Monday at 12:53 PM Skyian Central Standard Time the Skyian Republican Congress voted 368-2 to declare war on Clandonia Prime, the declaration was ratified by voters yesterday evening. This gives me the power to declare a 'State of War' between the Clandonian Military, and Government and the Skyian People and their allies.

Our allies that we have contacted are the glorious nation of ZMI, our staunch allies Whyatica, and the Imperium Corporation (Steel & Fire), we have their overwhelming support in taking down the opressive Clandonian Government and Military, who are much more preoccupied in nuking countries, toating the Anti-Communist Treaty Organization as it's own personal alliance (When it has absolutely no right to lead them) and fighting the UCN then making sure their own people are safe from the oppressive communists, in fact, by attacking any communist nation the Clandonian Government is putting their innocents in harm's way.

We are here to change that, we are here to liberate the Clandonian people, but instead of placing them under a communistic regime as the UCN wants to we shall provide for them a WORKING democracy, not the decedant leadership that they are currently under.

This marks the end of Clandonia's oppressive exploits and the beginning of true democracy and safety of the Clandonian People. No longer will they live in fear because of the stupidity of their own government and foreign policy, and they will no longer free any attempt that the UCN might take to invade. They will be protected by the true forces of freedom, which are undetered and undaunted in all situations.

Go forth forces of Democracy and Freedom! Liberate the oppressed Clandonian People! The Free World Supports You!

[OOC: I'll post troop deployments after the party my family is about to have is over, feel free to post responses.]

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Official Declaration of War (Stage V, Proxy War)

As Grand Field-Marshal of the Imperium Corporation, of Steelia, I have been authorised by the Board of Directors, and the powers invested in me by the binding principles of the Imperium Corporation, to sign this document.

I hereby declare that a state of Stage Five War currently exists between the Imperium and Clandonia Prime. We shall target military units only, with expected alliance support; however, depending on Clandonia's conduct in this war, we may upgrade this to Stage Four (targeting of both military and civilian units).

If the Imperium Corporation feels at any time that its needs are not being served adequately by prosecution of this war, we reserve the right to withdraw, as per our contract.

Aimee V'estrangelovna
~ Grand Field Marshal and Goddess-Empress of Steelia-Ignia ~

ooc Glorified tag. /ooc

Imperial Democracy of Whyatica

We echo the sentiments expressed to the oppressed Clandonian people by our ally, The Silver Sky. Parliament has voted 272-91 to issue a declaration of war against the nation of Clandonia Prime, and any nation which assists her. The conduct of Clandonia Prime is inexcusable, and has earned her government the highest form of reprisal. The Imperial government will provide any Clandonian refugees with protection in the Whyatican Empire, and we offer aide to any faction inside Clandonia Prime which seeks to rid itself of the shackles of it's oppressors.

It is hoped that the Clandonian government can see the error of it's ways, and capitulate without civilian casualties. Only then can the oppressed truly be free.

Official Clandonian Response

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This declaration of war is a sad one you have no proof and commence war on the facts of a communist nation, already as I say this my country is preparing to slaughter your soldiers. In a broadcast today in the Clandonian parliament that all invaders will be subject the Scourced Earth Act of 2006 which authorises the approitate force.

Any targeting of civillian targets will result in the nuclear anhilation of your capital cities, that will be your only final warning.

Official Communication of the Empire

A nation whose leadership is so incompetent as to not know how to spell 'scorched', 'appropriate', 'civilian', or 'annihilation' should not be permitted to have nuclear weapons, let alone govern. And we would like to point out that 'only final warning' is redundant. Like you're going to give us a third final warning.

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OFFICIAL STATEMENT OF THE ALLIED UNION OF VELKYA

We find it laughable that a nation as small as Clandonia threatens powers much greater than itself with nuclear retaliation, while a single one of the nations opposing it could turn every Clandonian city into a blackened, smoking hellhole of molten glass, and twisted metal, inhabited only by stirring phantoms of the past. The Clandonian 'government' would do well to hold its nuclear arsenal in check, lest it be swept away by a tide of death and chaos it cannot hope to withstand. It is with this mindset that the Allied Union, with the backing of its brothers-in-arms of The Silver Sky and Whyatica, demand that the Clandorian government surrender to allied military commanders within one standard week of this official and open communication. This, as you yourselves have so eloquently put it, is your 'final warning'. Failure to meet this warning will result in a tidal wave of armor, aircraft, and vessels slamming into your shores, an action you cannot hope to stand against.

That is all.

Solaris Air Force Base, Pacifica

It was a hell of a night. Save for the lights of the base (which were turned off when not in use, which was the case at this particular moment), there wasn't a human settlement for miles, the facilities of the installation surrounded by vast expanses of mountains. The air base itself was a fairly small one by AUAF standards, basing a single fighter wing of one hundred planes on its trio of mile long runways. It was part of the Pacifica Air Defense Command, comprising the 11th, 43rd, 54th, 60th and 70th comprised of dozens of air bases and over five thousand aircraft across the province of Pacifica, acting as part of a shield protecting the icy skies of northern Velkya against foreign aggression.

Fortunately for these sentinels of the north, for the most part, the last ten years or so were peaceful, with the region of Haven in a golden age of peace and prosperity. Merchant vessels from every corner of the globe sailed the Fyre Sea, while the massive military machine of the Sovereign League kept watch, her vast arrays of fleets and armies at the ready to deliver punishment to whomever would threaten this stability and wealth. Which brings us to lonely little Solaris. Sitting in the West Pacifica Mountains all by her lonesome, this sleepy base was about to become a beehive.

"ALERT! ALERT! DEFCON ONE DECLARED! THIS IS NOT A DRILL! REPEAT, DEFCON ONE DECLARED! ALL CREWS TO STATIONS IMMEDIATLY!"

The bases air raid sirens sounded and smaller sets of klaxons began to reverberate into the night as lights shot out, lighting the pathways of the base. Security officers ran out of their bases, their bull pup carbine held on only by their slings, passing swarms of ground crews. A gang of controllers shot up the stairwell of the base's primary control tower, scaring the bejesus out of the handful of night shift observers stationed to monitor the numerous high altitude RADAR arrays in position above and off the coast of their corner of Pacifica. As the full tower compliment took their seats and brought the wealth of electronics to working order, their charges also mounted their steeds. Pilots who only minutes before were sleeping soundly in their beds tore out of their barracks, with one hand in the air and the over holding their helmet. Small tractors scurried like bright yellow ants around the tarmac, rushing into open hanger doors only to pull a dragon out of its cave. The first aircraft to reach the runway was a sleek IF-13 Phoenix interceptor, its wings fully extended outward. Emblazoned one of its vertical fins were the words 'Abandon All Hope' and a picture of a smiling reaper with an hourglass, the emblem of AFS-464 'Black Sabbath'. Another tractor, with two men in pilot's suits dangling off the right side, matched speeds with the towed aircraft long enough for the men to grab hold of the open cockpit and climb inside. It was a risky move, but, hey, the only illegal offense is one that gets caught.

As these clowns strapped themselves into their aluminum warhorse, the roars of engines began to sound as the first fighters lifted off into the night, visible only by the bright red plumes of their afterburners. While the general atmosphere was still one of chaos, it was at least beginning to become orderly. Squadrons lined up on the tarmac, waiting their turn to take off, guided by the air traffic control team who had by now received their nightly dose of caffeine. All over Pacifica, and indeed, all over Velkya, fighters lifted into their defensive routes, ready to thwart any assault on the mainland by whatever aggressor dared show himself. Rapid response divisions were notified of the heightening of alert status and the air and coastal defense network of Velkya came alive, with surface to air missile batteries and rail-based artillery coming online by the hundreds every moment. Surface action and carrier battle groups on normal patrol routes hoisted their RADAR dirigibles high into the stratosphere, giving huge over-the-horizon data on potential threats. High above the atmosphere of the blue ball called Earth, silent guardians stood watch. High energy laser platforms opened their combat data links, taking advantage of the Air Force's vast satellite constellation to provide up to minute data on hostile missile launches, while back on Earth, the nuclear forces of the AUDF went live, enacting launch protocols for thousands of missiles.

The giant had awakened, and watched with vigilant eyes the events about to unfold.

OOC: So, the draftroom decided to start a collective war? ;)

Saint Peter Nuclear Mountain Complex

All around the base, home of Nuclear Command, Klaxon's blared.Their shrill, screaming voice pierced the cold air. Men, who were busy sleeping, eating, playing poker, and jerking off in the bathroom, rushed to their battle stations. Across loud speakers, they announced the Vault was closing. Everywhere, massive titanium doors swung shut. Huge doors on the side of the mountain opened , casting the red light into the moonless night. Men rushed to their waiting Hurricane bombers. The massive jet engines roared and off they went into the night. Hundreds of Interceptors also pushed their Afterburners to the max. Deep in silo's men stood waiting. Wether they were in ABM silos or Nuclear silos, they waited with dread. Finally, in space, the Orbital station prepared themselves. While The Peoples Freedom wasn't expected to be hit, Cladonia was in the CA, and thus TPF's ally.

OOC: So, the draftroom decided to start a collective war? ;)

OOC: Amazingly no, I've done my best to keep it only to a few people, others may post, but unless this escalates into a world wide war only the people I named in the beginning post will be allowed to assist me, and we all have close IC ties.

Official Clandonian Response

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This declaration of war is a sad one you have no proof and commence war on the facts of a communist nation, already as I say this my country is preparing to slaughter your soldiers. In a broadcast today in the Clandonian parliament that all invaders will be subject the Scourced Earth Act of 2006 which authorises the approitate force.

Any targeting of civillian targets will result in the nuclear anhilation of your capital cities, that will be your only final warning.

Official Response

Your threats are laughable; as a nation of barely six hundred million, even fewer people than we have in our logistical corps, any power you attempt to back up your threats with will be greatly outmatched by those of much larger nations of proven might, as opposed to imagined might garnered mainly from hiding behind allies when the going gets rough.

If nuclear weapons are used upon Steelian or allied personnel, we will upgrade our war status to Stage One (Annihilation of all sentient life within borders of the offending nation). Unlike you, this is a threat we can and will make good on. This is your only warning: Do not use weapons of mass destruction, or we shall make sure that the name of Clandonia Prime is only a memory.

Aimee V'estrangelova
~ Goddess-Empress and Grand Field Marshal of Steelia-Ignia ~

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His eyes are nearly emotionless.

They watch the sea beyond his window, vigilant, looking for anything that might be hostile. For as long as he has known vigilance has been a way of life, like the old phrase he knows -- not from whence, just known -- that eternal vigilance is the price of peace. And 'nearly' emotionless is not quite true. They have some small emotion in them, a sense of pride perhaps, and duty; a hate for whomever the enemy may be; his primal instinct of impending doom or impending good, suppressed but still present; but all other emotions are alien to him, as they are to everyone else of his kind. For he is an Enlisted.

He is one of five million, soldiers trained from birth -- or before birth; exposed to what is known as 'genetic conditioning'. But the conditioning itself is unremarkable; their bones were laced with titanium, electronic chips were implanted at the base of the skull, but the true conditioning that makes the Steelian Field Personnel so powerful occurs after birth. From age zero everything tied to emotion, to religious ideologies, to "thought crime", to any of dozens of other things the High Command had decided to ban, had been conditioned out. No Enlisted ever learned the words for disloyalty, or rebellion, or failure; and for that reason, such sentiments never came into their heads, simply because they knew no words for them. Instead, there was a word "nefastus", translated roughly as "something that cannot be said"; Enlisted who encounter this are trained from very early to inform their officers, when they will be ritually Cleansed; the Cleansing is so unpleasant, it is said, that after undergoing it once no Enlisted ever wishes to experience nefasti again.

But we are not concerned with that; rather, with the inexorable motion of the Imperium Corporation towards Clandonia.

How the High Command actually makes these deals is unknown. The Grand Field-Marshal Herself may well have some link to other world leaders, secret and hidden to all but Her own presence; but nonetheless the deals are made, the generals informed, and they sail forth.

The soldier, Ensign THR 73 742, knows nothing more about where he is going, or what he is doing, aside from his basic orders: Accompany your fleet to its final destination, then fight who we tell you to fight. He is used to doing this. The constant Steelia-Ignia battles, and more battles against other nations and corporations, have taught him what to do. Whether this is another country or not is something to which he is indifferent.

He stares out of the window, then back at the screen; at least a thousand sonar blips surround his own ship, a cruiser, including dozens of escorts, capital ships, and troop transports carrying the other five million soldiers towards whatever their target might be. This target was to be a testing bed of new technologies, so said the Imperial High Command; THR 73 742 looks down at his rifle, one of the newer ones issued. It looks the same as ever, except for a slightly sturdier barrel and a small apparatus under the shoulder end that apparently is supposed to minimise recoil. Of course, THR 73 742 believes the High Command; it is impossible not to, after all. If it does recoil, it is because he is using it wrong.

THR 73 742's mind roves over the systems of the ships and aircraft that accompanied them. He is not exactly 'happy'; however, he does feel an ill-defined rush of adrenaline as the fleet sails on inexorably towards its eventual end. He is stationed upon the bridge; as he turns back to his work the voice of his CO, Admiral Omicron 42 Leius, crackle mechanically over the comms. "Admiral's office to bridge; report."

THR 73 742, being the senior Ensign on duty, speaks back in a toneless voice. "All systems steady... we have an ETA of T minus forty hours. Our birds have detected activity from the Velkyans and Skyians, as High Command indicated; satellite evidence indicates mobilisation in a nation called the PeoplesFreedom, although given the number of conflicts occurring across the planet, that could be unrelated."

"Noted. Over and out."

Leius disappears. In his office, the Admiral -- a youngish man, part of his face replaced with a prosthesis including an artificial eye and part of the jawbone -- half-smiles. He has been given command of a force that is more than sufficient to subjugate Clandonia on its own. Technically he is to be working closely with the Silver Skyians and the Whyaticans, but in reality no Steelian unit is ever fully under another nation's control. The Steelians are capable of far more, after all; they are bound primarily by financial, rather than ideological, concerns.

The fleet continues its motion, and we assume that I thought of a better ending before I had to leave abruptly. (I'll be back tomorrow to finish it.)

OOC: Clandonia, do you want me to start an OOC thread for the posting of ORBATS?

IC:

Official Clandonian Response

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This declaration of war is a sad one you have no proof and commence war on the facts of a communist nation, already as I say this my country is preparing to slaughter your soldiers. In a broadcast today in the Clandonian parliament that all invaders will be subject the Scourced Earth Act of 2006 which authorises the approitate force.

Any targeting of civillian targets will result in the nuclear anhilation of your capital cities, that will be your only final warning.

Official Response

We laugh at the hollow threats of the Clandonian Government, and we laugh at their obvious lack of spelling ability. That and the Clandonian Government seems to be fond of throwing around it's nuclear 'abilities' with no intelligence of the ballistic missile defences of the opposing nation or even that of the allied nations of Northeastern Haven.

Your nuclear missiles and bombs will never even reach their highest altitude, let alone get close enough to warrant ABM launches. A decision to launch your nuclear arsenal will only result in the total destruction of your military and government complexes.

We do however respond to our allies response that a nuclear attack will result in the annihilation of all sentient life within borders of the offending nation, our main mission is to cause the capitulation of the Clandonian Government and Military and the liberation of the Clandonian people, not their total destruction.

SIC:

2048 Bit Elliptic Curve Encrypted Message to Skyian Allies

Contrary to our public message you have our permission to completely annihilate Clandonia Prime if they launch a strategic nuclear attack against your nations, or any allied nation. We have noticed that you have all gone on full alert, we should probably stay in this alert throughout the conflict.

May God have mercy on our enemies, for we shall have none.

IC:

North Point Naval Base, The Silver Sky, Frye Sea, Northeastern Haven

The Silver Sky Military had not been sitting back watching the exchanging of words between diplomats and political leaders that would have little impact on the outcome of the war, well, as far as they were concerned.

The true outcome was in the hands of the grunts that carried the army, and Armada Admiral Michael Sutherland knew this, just as every other Skyian Commander, whether general of the airforce or the leader of a fireteam.

The Skyian First Naval Armada had gathered together outside the North Point Naval Base, their transports being loaded with troops, and tankers with fuel for the long voyage to Clandonia Prime, as wel as the many sorties their air complements would be undertaking in the extensive campaign.

Radar Operators stationed at OTH and AESA radar stations along the mountain ranges on the island watched as bombers departed from the nearby air bases, they were loaded with either Thermobarics, bunker busters, or nuclear weapons, they were tasked with attacking certain targets, but only if they received a certain special message, which was different for each type of payload. No pilots knew what kind of payload they were carrying, neither did their escort fighters and tankers, while a dirty trick to prevent insubordination it was quite effective, human thought is a dangerous thing, so much that it was decided that it would be removed as much as possible.

At other air force installations, hypersonic SAMs, ABMs were activated to provide protection against enemy hypersonics and ballistic missiles. Other systems activated were MIRACL and FEL installations, mounted around cities, bases and on top of mountains, while bombers and interceptors laden with high speed AAMs and ABMs were placed at key locations by which Clandonian or other enemy craft would be able to approach, which was really only in 2-3 ways.

Soldiers walked across the gangplanks from the docks to the troop transports, and from helicopter pads on the shore to assault ships up to 50km out at sea. They knew that they were going off to war, many of them for the third of second time in a few short years, they were battle scarred, and weary, but they were experience, greatly experience, perhaps more experienced then many other armies in the world. They might not agree personally with the war, but they were ready to follow their military leaders, not political leaders, to the very end of the earth, and beyond, they say that when a commander and his soldiers are KIA, their spirits don't depart, they simply go to heaven and regroup, becoming soldiers of Christ and God.

The Skyian Navy was perhaps the most experience in all of Haven, besides Praetonia, SS, and Allanea, they had years of combat experience, with some crews having served together for over 3 years and knew each other like childhood friends, their actions almost automatic.

In total the 1st and 2nd Naval Armadas, the 1st through 4th Theater Forces, and the 1st and 2nd Theater Air Command.

If the Skyian Forces did not have the advantage in technology and numbers, they surely had it in dedication and experience, two very important factors in a military campaign.

It was war, possibly one of the worst since the attacks by Blackhelm all those years back where nuclear missiles wiped out large areas of Clandonia. Skynet was activated placing the entire Clandonian armed forces under the control of the computer entity, as the fourty milion or so reservists checked in from their normal civillian armies, carrying in their G36K and other combat gear they prepared to be stationed to somewhere the massive force of the Teritorial Army combined with the Clandonian full time military would show these invaders a thing or two. If invasion did occur, a perimeter line of 200 miles between the coast and inland was set, if enemy forces breached this gap then huge 100 MT nuclear landmines would detonate creating a massive radioactive barrier in the snowy wastelands.

The large Clandonian navies were ordered to set a up a perimeter off the coast, the investment in the submarinal sector would pay off they hoped with the large submarine units wreaking havoc on the troop transports that would be incoming. The carriers would provide as much air support that was needed as well as recon support from the Clandonian airforce's Nimrod MR4 wings who had already begun mining strategical shipping channels. Rapier and other air defence systems were being implaced round the key cities, the ports of the capital and Danskeran were being heavily reinforced and would be blown up to prevent the unloading of an invading force. Children were now being taught weapon handling skills, taught on the range by old soldiers from the civil war days using surplus M4 and L-85 rifles they would make a credible resistance to the imperalistic occupiers. Clandonia would be made a fortress, no one messed with the Clandonian people these people were communists and needed culling.

The Clandonian Corporation in true patriotic style had offered assistance as well, deploying their new XY geneticly enhanced super soldiers who were connected to Skynet via their neurlogical implants, desgined to fight they had no essence of human emotion left in them. With another one million corporation security forces thrown in who would defned their instalations that occupied many a city, they had developed half of the weapons in Clandonias arsenal and as instructed by the government were told to use any thing they could to stop the blatent agresion.

Many wondered why they were invading, Clandonia had nuked no one and was in no enemy alliances of these nations. Some hoped that the Dominion Commonwealth forces would rush to defend with the power of Ghologth. Others grew worried and the populaton on the surface dropped as they rushed to their subterrain cities built to withstand the radiation and ice age.


OOC: Yes an OOC thread is needed, I'm not in the CA I still don't know why your going to war with me as I've never nuked anyone.

((OOC: Didn't you nuke Blackhelm, or at least try to?))

((OOC: Didn't you nuke Blackhelm, or at least try to?))

OOC: No I nuked Blainsville who had applied to be in the CA and became a protectorate of the Griffencrest Corporation. I only nuke him after attempted to invade me and launched chemical weaponry.

OOC: No I nuked Blainsville who had applied to be in the CA and became a protectorate of the Griffencrest Corporation. I only nuke him after attempted to invade me and launched chemical weaponry.

((OOC: But you still nuked someone. Oh, and Raptor Jesus wishes you luck.))

[OOC: OOC Thread is here (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=12097944).]

The Clandonian Corporation was not all that bad, but was it worth getting involved in yet another massive war, this time with old nations who, although some might be wash ups still believing they have power in the world, others were still capable of wielding tremendous power capable of brushing aside Griffincrest in a quick invasion. Claudius finally decided upon his course of action.

Fifty thousand men were going to be sent to reinforce the Clandonian position around their capital city. Along with them, another five thousand men were going to be sent over as advisors, assisting in the training and deployment of Clandonian forces. Several tons of supplies were being shipped over to Clandonia as well.

Griffincrest engineers were sent over, telling the Clandonian government to replicate the defenses of the Confederacy, and was even prepared to sell them HY-2 missiles and M50 self-propelled howitzers.

Since this was a "Dominion" nation, Claudius believed that Transylvania would assist Clandonia, and since the last time Griffincrest sent in men to Clandonia they were threatened with armed conflict and ejected from the nation, the board members were unwilling to commit much more than what Claudius had just sent.

"Company! At-ten-HUT!" a burly Captain yelled to two hundred soldiers, marching in a perfect square. As one, the company went to attention, staring directly ahead of them, as if there was nothing else in their lives but the need to remain at attention stance.

"A-bout FACE!" The company's snare drummer hit a shot on the drum, and the company remained in perfect ranks, turning 180*.

"Mark time HUT!" Tap-tap-tap went the snare drum, as two hundred sets of knees rose and fell simultaneously.

"Forward, MARCH!" the company began to march forward, into the maw of a waiting SuC-1 transport plane. The ranks thinned to two columns as they approached the transport, allowing the entire company to march in, remaining in rank and file. On another side of the transport, another company marched in, using a different boarding ramp. Ten companies were boarding this SuC-1, before it headed off to a different army base and picked up ten more companies.

This was one of the largest mobilizations in recent Imperial military history - This same scene was occuring all across the Empire, from the Lesbian Island all the way to Whyatican colonies in Irathria. Millions of soldiers were called up to serve, as the defense alert of the Imperial realms was kicked up to Defense Level One, meaning that nuclear stockpiles were being brought to readiness, and all anti-ballistic missile systems were being activated, and a conference for allied ABM technicians was going to be held to make the readiness of the combined anti-missile systems known to all allied nations.

Imperial Space Command, Miana, Whyatica
On a superhightech computer, running Linux (the little penguin was the computer's background), a civilian contractor working for the Imperial Space Command controlled the kill-satellites and spy-satellites, as of now working to destroy Clandonian space assets and get further information.

"Commander!" the contractor yelled, motioning for the commanding officer of this facility to come over to where he was.

"The kill-sats have a positive lock on Clandonian space assets. Permission to fire?"

"Permission granted."

Space, over Clandonia Prime
A kill-satellite sidled it's way near a Clandonian satellite, its small MASER charging for a blast that would fry the electronics on the Clandonian satellite. Other Whyatican satellites targetted Clandonian space assets, especially finding ones that appeared to carry weapons.

As the button was pressed, a storm of MASER beams shot across the Earth orbit, potentially frying every single Clandonian satellite identified..

Caladan Naval Base, Caladan, Whyatica
After the recent renovations to this naval base, it was the largest base in the nation. Capable of docking 1,500 ships, ranging from the smallest destroyer to a monstrous supercapital of the Questarian Hood class. Here, docked in it's entirety, was the First Strategic Fleet, 1,492 vessels, flagged by the IWNS Duke of Caladan. The radio waves shooting around this area were enough to fry a person, if, you know, radio waves fried people. Aircraft, launched from airfields near Caladan Island landed on their respective carriers, loading up the massive supercarriers and the single symbolic 'ultracarrier', which was more for show than actual form.

SuC-1 transport planes landed in the Caladan airbase, depositing 2,000 soldiers for each plane and 500 tonnes of equipment, as the divisions formed and entered their transport ships. Last-minute tunings on the capital ships were completed, and an encrypted transmission from the Duke of Caladan was fired off to The Silver Sky and Velkya.

Whyatican First Strategic Force is outbound to staging point alpha, advise on arrival times.

As the nation geared up for war once more, intense patriotism for their Emperor and Empire sprang up among the civilians, and even some among the occupied territories, for when they contributed to the war effort, they were rewarded with full Whyatican citizenship, and usually representation in the Parliament. Posters exclaiming 'Kill Those Clandonian Bastards!' appeared at street corners in downtown Miana, even though the majority of Whyatican civilians had no clue where Clandonia Prime is on the map. There were too damn many nations out there, most geography classes centred mostly on Haven.

Verdan Space Command Centre

'Sir our satellite network is going down, Skynet is informing that all systems were attack by some sort of orbit weapon! We've lost contact with the space station as well...'

'Anyone alive, no sir everyone is dead our communications are fried Skynet is attempting to restore contact its going to take several hours even if the systems are no hardware burnt out.'

'Get me Puriton on the phone, he needs to know this!'

As the satellites shut down, their electronical components damaged and their software systems corrupted. Skynet had just lost its space based offensive systems with the 'God-Rod' and Thornwind systems down any retalitory strikes would have to be launched from the ground.

It was tense as everyone wait for the first shots of the war, many wondered if the invasion would come from the air or sea.

Imperial Space Command, Miana, Whyatica
Reports of success came into the ISC computers, that all the kill-satellites had succesfully disabled Clandonian orbital assets, all of them. Which included the Clandonian space station, killing everyone aboard in a surprisingly fast amount of time. No worries for the Whyaticans, understand. Dozens of spy satellites now entered geosynch orbit over Clandonia Prime, gathering information about troop movements, planned coastal defences, and listening in to the interesting radio communications going on in Clandonia. Any encrypted transmissions were directed to the Mianan Institute of Cryptology, attempting to break the codes used.

The executive officer of the Imperial Space Command got near a PA input, and said, "Excellent job, people. Phase two begins now - Target w-sats at any 2s, fire at will. Notify our boys at the L-2 station, give them the same orders. Precision is the key here - we can't damage civilian targets. Clear?"

Everyone nodded or otherwise gave an affirmative response, and began furiously keying in the new orders.

Space, above Clandonia Prime
A rather large amount of weapons satellites moved into orbit above Clandonia Prime, aligning themselves with 'targets of opportunity', or '2s' in Imperial Military slang. Airfields, military training camps, army bases, military ports, all were targetted by weapons satellites carrying missiles with conventional explosives, the dreaded 'godrod' kinetic weapon, and some even contained nuclear weapons, though they were shelved for this attack.

Weapons pods from the L-2 station were released as well, entering orbit at exactly the right point to add their fire to the storm.

As the button was pressed confirming all the inputted orders, dozens of missiles entered the atmosphere above Clandonia, all of which with heat shielding that offered partial protection against lasers and shrapnel hits, and each missile was hardened against electromagnetic pulses. Once they were launched, there was no going back.

As they descended, most of the missiles split into several independently targetted re-entry vehicles. The airfields were targetted with kinetic godrods, to crater their runways and prevent all but VTOL planes from being launched. Godrods and conventional explosive missiles were fired at naval bases, aiming to wreck dry-docks, cranes, and other such things. Training bases were hit for the sole purpose of psychological warfare - You will die if you join the military, that was the message the Imperial forces were looking to send.

All in all, it would be a fine day for the ISC men - they finally got to do something more interesting than stare at pretty pictures all day from the spy-sats.

Clandonian Airforce Space Tracking Instalation, Whiskey Desert

'Sir we are tracking multiple inbound objects, it appears an orbital strike! Skynet is arming the pin point laser and SAM defences.'

'High Frequency is detecting multiple targets inbound!'

'Fuck we're under attack, theres no time for warning their comming in too fast!'

As the multiple inbound objects starting streaking across the atmosphere visible as firey streaks in the winter night sky. Many wondering what they hell they were as the first explosions were seen on the horizon across the many cities and bases. Over half the airbases had been hit, their runways obliterated or cratered beyond repair for months. With breaking news appearing on CNN and CSKY of the massive bombardment with over 8,670 personal dead and the two ports of Danskeran and Clanon City damaged, their dry docks flooded and repair bays damaged, luckily the fleets were out at sea and were not hit if they had been in their docks then it might of been a lot worse. Even the prestigous Kirkland Military Accademy was hit, killing 347 officer cadets, the future leaders of the Clandonian army many were calling for retribution launch a nuclear attack on their naval force? Civllians were informed and there were many a family that recieved a knock on the door with a military chaplin and the neatly folded Blue Stars...

The most worrying was nearly all of the Clandonian Long Range Strategical Bomber force was grounded, with their bases hit the B-2 force was out of action, this would of been one of the principle first strike weapons after the space assets were disabled. So far the war wasn't looking good the only hope now remained that the land forces would somehow save the day. That or the Harrier GR9 force could be devestating for CAS.

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Computer banks whirred to life as they processed targeting data fed to them by MRTD-10 'Golden Eye' Recon Satellites near Clandonia Prime, their cold mechanical 'eyes' picking up targets, especially intent upon tracking the source of early warning radar stations and SAM radars. ELINT satellites picked up on communication channels from important military bases, and while it would take from hours to weeks to decode messages without a source code it did give them a good idea about where major communication hubs were. Other data was received from Whyatican spy satellites.

Low Earth Orbit, Space Taskforce Alpha-Gamma

Their coordinates were relayed to the computers on the ground and processed, the target list was filled according to threat levels, with the highest being early warning radars and long range SAM radarsand the lowest being military grade air traffic control radars.

The coordinates were then relayed back to targetng satellites, MCTD-14 types, which then communicated with MKWC-04 Thor Attack Satellites.

Each of the attack satellites (36 Total) carried 16 'Mjolnir' Kinetic Energy Bombardment Weapons, or 'God-Rods' (For a total of 576 KEWs) as the grunt knew them by. Reaction Nozzles released their supply of helium gas causing the satellites to point in the general direction of the targets, it quickly uploaded targeting data to each KEW. Then the launch sequence was intiated by the ground based crews.

They were happy that once again they would get to launch the opening salvo of the conflict, as they had done for as long as the 'Skyian Republican Exo-Atmospheric Command' had been around, about 6 conflicts in total.

The KEWs drifted away from their mother satellites and engaged their engines and guidance system, they plummeted out of space at around Mach 11, each targeting some type of radar station, with EW radars being the highest priority and long range SAM guidance radars being the second, targets then progressed down to communication nodes and division level SAM radars.

4000km East of Clandonia Prime

A massive air fleet consisting of 768 SB-22 Sariel Stealth Bombers of Tyrandis Design, along with 768 B-300C Super Hurricane Heavy High-Speed Strategic
Bombers. Accompanying them are 2304 F-73A Eagles of Doomingslandi Design. These paticular craft were choosen for their longer range, which ment that they only needed 768 refueling craft for the whole flight, about a third of which were already used. And for their stealth features, which the exception of the B-300C which was choosen for it's gigantic payload.

The fleet was coordinated by 64 E-128A AWACs aircraft, they were given coordinates to procceed to, but no targets to attack yet. If the orbital strike went right then they would procced to target ships, and inland troop concentrations.

Shock and Awe indeed.

1st and 2nd Naval Armadas, Somewhere long ways east of Clandonia Prime

The Skyian Fleet had linked up with the Whyatican Fleet on the way to Clandonia Prime, a message was dispatched to the Imperium Corp. Fleet to join them as soon as possible.

The fleet contained 2610 combat ships, which included two 'Kraken'-Class Siege Dreadnoughts, as well as 12 'Hyperion'-Class Assault Dreadnoughts and 64 Carriers, from 600-800m in length. Along with them were 480 attack submarines, determined to sink Clandonia Primes heavy submarines.

Hundreds of fighters and attackers circled overhead.

Some commanders joked it was natural selection at work, the Skyian Military had become a tool of evolution, wiping out the weak and dumb to make way for the strong and smart.

Darwin would be proud.

As another batch of man made meteors hit bases, the long range radar systems took a battering with the Clandonian Navy's surface radar out the nation was nearing the point of defencless as the hi-tech, well oiled machine started to run dry as the AWAC's squadrons were out, radar gone, satellites gone.

All gone, as the troops watched the beaches wondering when the next attack would come next.

Clanon City Government Bunker Complex

As the chiefs of staff met with General Daniel Puriton to discuss the impending doom and the continued bombardment.

'General, this situation has gone from bad, to worse within a matter of hours. As you know our satellite network, major airfields and now our radar systems are down. As of this moment of time, we can no longer forecast or spot any attacks in advance meaning the nation is literally defenceless.'

Commander Lazurus who was acting for admiralty was the next to stand, he placed his hat on the table along with a dosier.

'Sir, to be frank the navy is now literally useless, we are outnumbered heavily and without air support we would be blind in the water without our other assets.'

Puriton then stood up.

'So survival time?'

Lazurus spoke with a different tone, more dry throat as he cleared it.

'Less than a week, the moral is already being lowered the civillian populace is starting to realise that this isn't like other wars, this time we arn't winning.'

Puriton spoke, putting his hands by his side placing them on his holster.

'We will have to begin prepartions to take them on.'

Then without thought he reached for his holster, pulled out his Glock placed it onto his ear and the last words.

'Its been fun guys....'

Then the bang, the splutter of blood as the dead Lord Governer Puriton slumped over the table. The chiefs of staff and the room covered in bits of brain, skull and blood. Shocked and beyound belief, Lazurus being the most senior commanding officer wiping his face of what was left of his former leader.

'Well I don't know about the rest of you but who's up for messaging the people who have are currently trying to kill us with a formal declaration of a ceasefire and surrender of the Clandonian Military?'

Official Message from the Dominion

Clandonia Prime is no longer a member of the Dominion Commonwealth. I have grown tried of their behavior and them using the Dominion as a shield. If I wanted, I should have attacked and took over during Lancer’s regime.

The lands and waters of Clandonia are not Dominion soil and water. The eight Devil’s Guards are leaving the forsaken lands of Clandonia.

To whomever fired on the Clandonian space station, you just killed my people aboard it, you monster. Most of them were civilians that were running test on the space station. The Dominion was using the station not only as a war thing, but many other things. I would like the ones whom ordered the attack on that station to show themselves, so they can face the hundreds of families of the Dominionites you have just murdered.

That is all.

Signed,
Count JWolf
The God-Emperor of the Dominion
The Lord Marshall of the Dominion Commonwealth

The Imperium Corporation's fleet has finally reached position. Joined with the Skyian and Whyatican battle groups, the combined naval armada forms a fleet group of awesome power, over 4000 ships strong; at its center were the mighty supercapitals, five in total -- the Whyatican Hood, the Skyian Krakens, and the Imperial Adjudicators (I know, I know, clichéd name, shush.), with arms of other ships radiating out for kilometres around. Overhead the air is alight with fighters, a certain number always on combat air patrol, awaiting the cue to attack.

Omicron 42 has already opened a video and comms link to the other Admirals in charge of the allied forces; as they converse behind their closed doors, the tension is mounting. A desire to attack something -- anything -- is welling up in the soldiers of the Imperium Corporation. Sooner or later, within the next few hours, if Clandonia fails to surrender upon seeing this display of overwhelming firepower they shall have their chance. If not then, then once the treaty has been negotiated, they will be able to sail and march in and claim whatever territory they have won for themselves.

But for now, they wait. They wait with rifles at the ready, with hands trembling over VLS launch command codes and with eyes watching the gunnery breeches.

Death hangs in the air, unspoken but waiting just out of sight, stifling.

OFFICIAL DIPLOMATIC STATEMENT

The nation of Clandonia Prime is under attack. Again. This should come as no surprise; it has alienated many of the world's elite. Its protection, courtesy of the Dominion Commonwealth, has been withdrawn, and now Clandonia finds itself alone against a horde of foes. Many would argue that it deserves the fate that awaits it should it choose to defy the enemy.

However, the Imperium does not want this to happen. We cannot send forces to Clandonia's aid, because in all honesty, the strength it would take to deliver Clandonia would weaken the Imperial expansion elsewhere. Despite this, we feel that duty calls upon us to offer advice to Clandonia: immediate surrender. If you do so, the Imperium will send a delegate to oversee the negotiation process and moderate any exorbitant enemy terms. We will do our best to see Clandonia protected, if not by military means.

To the nations arrayed against Clandonia: we advise you, similarly, to accept their surrender and be withdrawn in your demands. Clandonia is a member of the ACTO, an organization to which the Imperium has given its full support. A strike against Clandonia weakens the ACTO, and thus the entire anti-Communist crusade. Clandonia must surrender, you will ask for terms and they will be agreed upon, and the fight against the Reds will continue as before. This is how it must be.

Supreme General Seth Jamaane, Lord Regent of the Imperium

Official Clandonian Response

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Open Declaration:

I speak to you today from the capital of our great nation I bring bad news. At around 2330 hours on Sunday the 17th of December Commander General Daniel Puriton ended his life, only 34 years old and leader of the Clandonian Conservative Party he will be remembered for the democratic reforms he brought to the nation.

As you will know, several nations have allied against us to end the so called dictatorship. I ask them now to end their bombardment, I wish to seek a surrender with negotiations to take place either in Clandonia or another location. We have already lost close to 10,000 military and at least 30,000 civillians who were caught up in the bombing.

We ask for the nations not to continue their bombing campaigns, our military is no longer in a state to continue a war. I am now acting leader of Clandonia Prime as a my predocersor started I will allow free elections providing no outside pressure is placed from foreign powers.

OOC: Holy!

IC:

Official Diplomatic Communique

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To: The World
From: The World Soviet Party

Congratulations on defeating the evil Clandonian Regime, please dont kill more civilians, they have officially surrendered their armies to you.
Good luck.

Planes continually dropped supplies into Danskeran, a trio of C-130's landing every hour. In them, thousands of G36E assault rifles and M32 LMG's, along with millions of rounds, along with a number of Mercury APC's. These were all on loan to the Clandonian Corporation for now. Advisors milled around the airport in Danskeran, uneasy as to whether or not the surrender was going to be accepted. Alot of people were just waiting for the chance to pound Clandonia's face in, and now was the ideal time.

One man in particular who would have enjoyed hurting Clandonia was Coordinator Julius Pureheart. His father, Senator Cornelius Pureheart, was one of the first Confederate Senators to vote for the full nuclear strike on Clandonia, and Julius himself was the coordinator in charge of the men who encircled the airfield in Blainesville that Clandonian paratroopers took. Now, as fate would have it, he was here to defend these people.

Cdntr. Pureheart walked into the radioroom of the Clandonian airbase and removed his helmet, setting it down on a desk. He then looked over to a nearby Clandonian airman manning a radio. "What are the chances they accept your surrender?" he asked. Behind him, a Mercury was unloading from the back of a C-130, and a number of Clandonian recruits were running in a box fomation, with a GSF sergeant at the front barking out orders.

The Corporations sub-terrain base had survived the bombardment, it was identified as a civillian and so would not be targetted. The radio officer was commanding the unloading progress, the Corporation would carry on the fight even if the government gave up, the radio officer took of his headset next to a folded G36K on the desk.

'We arn't sure at all, what we do know is if Clandonia falls the Corporation will carry on the fight until we strike back at the people who did in their towns, villages and cities. We still have a lot of infrastructure around the world, whats the likely hood of more support coming from you guys?'

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OFFICIAL STATEMENT OF THE ALLIED UNION OF VELKYA

You have made a wise choice, leaders of Clandonia. As representatives of all nations currently involved in the subjugation of Clandonia, the Allied Union of Velkya formally accepts the surrender of the Heavily Armed Empire of Clandonia Prime, and all military attacks against Clandonian assets will cease immediately, with a formal ceasefire and end of hostilities to be declared at midnight tonight. We are ruthless opponents, but you will see we are generous and just occupiers. In return for the cessation of hostilities, the Allied Union and her allies demand the ratification of the following terms of surrender by the Clandonian government as soon as possible.

Treaty on Post-Surrender Clandonia

The purpose of this treaty to meant to stabilize post-war Clandonia and turn her into a democratic state with competent leadership while maintain an allied presence in her for as long as we deem necessary to defend Clandonia against assault by the forces of communism. The three points of the treaty are outlined below.

- Surrender of Military

Upon ratification of this treaty, all Clandonian military units and command stations are to immediately and unconditionally surrender to allied military forces. This, however, does not mean the total disbandment of Clandonian military and paramilitary forces. All active and functioning military units are to be placed under the control of specified allied military commanders as soon as possible.

- Transference of Power

To ensure a stable and prosperous road back to Clandonian sovereignty, the Clandonian government must formally transfer power to an interim occupational government for the purposes of rebuilding both the Clandonian leadership and powerbase. We must stress that this transfer of power is not permanent; rather, it is a vital step in regaining sovereignty for the Clandonian people. Once rebuilding is complete, open and free elections will be held, and the transfer to a civilian government to Clandonia will be complete.

- Division of Territory

To better facilitate the occupation, the interim occupational government will be divided into four separate zones of occupations (ZOC), a southeastern Velkyan, a western Skyian, an eastern Steelian, and a northern Whyatican occupation zone, with Clanon City is under a multinational administration. The collective ZOCs will be led by a coalition of allied military leaders, and will merge into a new Clandonian state once rebuilding is complete.

We know this is a trying time for the Clandonian people, as well as allied military personnel. We must stress an air of cooperatively between occupier and occupied, because if such an air does not exist, the path back to prosperity will be long and treacherous. We wish the Clandonian government godspeed in resolving this matter, and our prayers are with all touched by this conflict.

Let Liberty Shine Her Light Upon You!

Treaty on Post-Surrender Clandonia

The purpose of this treaty to meant to stabilize post-war Clandonia and turn her into a democratic state with competent leadership while maintain an allied presence in her for as long as we deem necessary to defend Clandonia against assault by the forces of communism. The three points of the treaty are outlined below.


Official Response

If anything, the Clandonian people have more to from fear of you and your allies than us, besides, why would we assault CP now? There's no need for it as you have "pacified" the nation.
Trust me on this one, us "Communists" only want peace and acceptance, we mean you no harm.
Why vilify us when he have never done you no wrong?

Official Response

If anything, the Clandonian people have more to from fear of you and your allies than us, besides, why would we assault CP now? There's no need for it as you have "pacified" the nation.
Trust me on this one, us "Communists" only want peace and acceptance, we mean you no harm.
Why vilify us when he have never done you no wrong?

Velkya is full of n00bs. Pay no mind to them.

-Reich Foreign Ministry-

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OFFICIAL STATEMENT FROM THE ALLIED UNION OF VELKYA

Notice we never asked for the opinions of Bolshevist states of the occupation and rebuilding of Clandonia anywhere in our statement.

And if the Tocrowkian Reich continues to spew garbage out of its collective mouth, the Allied Union Defense Force would be more than happy to present you your asses on a silver platter.

That is all.

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OFFICIAL STATEMENT FROM THE ALLIED UNION OF VELKYA

Notice we never asked for the opinions of Bolshevist states of the occupation and rebuilding of Clandonia anywhere in our statement.

And if the Tocrowkian Reich continues to spew garbage out of its collective mouth, the Allied Union Defense Force would be more than happy to present you your asses on a silver platter.

That is all.

Official Response

Notice that you are the one who started the insult spewing, to us at least, and that while we hold you no resentment, we do think of you as a very rude person.
As of this moment, you will not recieve more cookies from us.

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OFFICIAL STATEMENT FROM THE ALLIED UNION OF VELKYA

Notice we never asked for the opinions of Bolshevist states of the occupation and rebuilding of Clandonia anywhere in our statement.

And if the Tocrowkian Reich continues to spew garbage out of its collective mouth, the Allied Union Defense Force would be more than happy to present you your asses on a silver platter.

That is all.

You can try serving our asses on a silver platter all you want, but all you shall get is a few thousand nukes up your own.

-Reich Foreign Ministry-

IWNS Duke of Caladan
"Grand Admiral, the Clandonians are broadcasting their surrender. They wish for a peace conference either in their nation or onboard our vessel. The allied nations have submitted that you will handle the negotiations. Orders?" the comm officer said.

"Fine. Prepare for landing - I don't trust the Clandonians to allow us use of their ports to offload troops, so we'll land like we were planning to. Reports say that Griffincrest Corporation has been giving the Clandonian Corporation supplies, or troops, or both. Our troops will need to expect resistance from Clandonian and Griffincrest irregulars, and we have to avoid civilian casualties here. Send a wing of fighters along with a transport to fetch the Clandonian leader." the Grand Admiral rattled off, prompting a furious mashing of keyboards to transmit exactly what the Grand Admiral said in military shorthand, where there was no ambiguity.

Transport Flotilla X
"Soldiers, attention. We are going to be the first phase of the occupation of Clandonia Prime - we are going to secure a port city near our landing beach, and XIV Corps is going to prepare to enter the capital - H-hour is at 2100, so get your asses ready, gents, we're going to war now!" the executive officer of the unit said over the communication system of his flotilla.

Thousands of men in that flotilla alone prepared their gear, made sure the watertight seals on some of their packages were sealed, that the amphibious boats and tanks were prepared for landing. This process alone would take hours. The landing was likely to be uncontested, understand, but early reports stated that the Caledonia Corporation would likely resist the invasion.

The enormity and complexity of even an uncontested landing was enough to make a lesser man gouge his eyes out - which is why the foremost expert in amphibious landings commanded this force. He had commanded upwards of ten successful contested amphibious landings, so this was a virtual cakewalk to him.

H-Hour, 2100 Hours
Under the dead of night, dozens of amphibious landing craft dropped from their berths on Whyatican transports, aided by the helicopters flying overhead, searching for threats that may impede the landing. The great guns of hundreds of ships continued to be point ahead, and were ready to devastate great swaths of land if there was unnecessary resistance. Warplane overflights were taking place of the small beach city, dropping leaflets of the recent events, as if everyone didn't know.

The LCACs hit the beach, and thousands of marines stormed out..

Official Message from the Dominion

Clandonia Prime is no longer a member of the Dominion Commonwealth. I have grown tried of their behavior and them using the Dominion as a shield. If I wanted, I should have attacked and took over during Lancer’s regime.

The lands and waters of Clandonia are not Dominion soil and water. The eight Devil’s Guards are leaving the forsaken lands of Clandonia.

To whomever fired on the Clandonian space station, you just killed my people aboard it, you monster. Most of them were civilians that we running test on the space station. The Dominion was using the station not only as a war thing, but many other things. I would like the ones whom ordered the attack on that station to show themselves, so they can face the hundreds of families of the Dominionites you have just murdered.

That is all.

Signed,
Count JWolf
The God-Emperor of the Dominion
The Lord Marshall of the Dominion Commonwealth

Official Imperial Response to the Transylvania
Get bent. The station was a Clandonian asset, and as such was a legitimate target of war. That's what happens, in war, you know. People die. Preferably the enemy. Get over it.

The Imperial Government refuses to offer reparations to any Transylvanian citizen damaged by the attacks on the space station. Tough luck.

Signed,
Prime Minister David R. McMillin,
Imperial Democracy of Whyatica

Official Imperial Response to the Transylvania
Get bent. The station was a Clandonian asset, and as such was a legitimate target of war. That's what happens, in war, you know. People die. Preferably the enemy. Get over it.

The Imperial Government refuses to offer reparations to any Transylvanian citizen damaged by the attacks on the space station. Tough luck.

Signed,
Prime Minister David R. McMillin,
Imperial Democracy of Whyatica

Official Message from the Dominion

If you did research, you would have found out that was joint operation space station that is a Dominionite-Clandonian asset. As of now, a state of war is up and running for the crimes against humanity that were caused by the heartless murders of Whyatica. If you were nice and saw that you were wrong in this action, this would have gone in the peaceful way. No, you didn’t do that. You acted like a smart ass with a large mouth.

You have just pissed off the wrong person…

Signed,
Count JWolf
The God-Emperor of the Dominion
The Lord Marshall of the Dominion Commonwealth

OOC:If you want a war with me, make a separate thread now and contact me on MSN.
Official Imperial Response
Get over yourselves. If you want war, then war you shall have.

Signed,
Prime Minister David R. McMillin,
Imperial Democracy of Whyatica

Official Clandonian Response

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We accept all three terms of the treaty and we look forward to the ending of the Corporations tyranical rule, They are hereby expelled from Clandonia. I have ensured that the armed forces do not fire unless they are attack by what ever force as I warn you the Corporation are not happy and will likely contest any attempted seizure of their assets.

We thank you for the protection from the Bolshevik menices of the UCN and we look foward to beoming truely democratic with an application hopefully to join the Soverign League and our continued commitments to ACTO.

Official Imperial Response
Get over yourselves. If you want war, then war you shall have.

Signed,
Prime Minister David R. McMillin,
Imperial Democracy of Whyatica

Official Message from the Dominion

You got more time to see the truth and see that you did the wrong thin in attacking that space station. Anybody could see that they were more Dominionite markings then Clandonian markings on it. It was a Dominionite-Clandonian asset. You were at war with Clandonia at the time, why target the space station that was a Dominionite-Clandonian asset.

You can save the lives of your soldiers as you don’t want to go to war with the Dominion. The families of those you murdered want blood for your heartless attack, should they get it?

Signed,
Count JWolf
The God-Emperor of the Dominion
The Lord Marshall of the Dominion Commonwealth

An elaborate color fax was sent out to the $international_community, as per the Jolt ordinances of 20XX. It appeared to be written on parchment, with some sort of quill pen, and was signed twice for good measure. One glance at the page assured the reader that it could only be from one nation.

Salutations to the International Community!
I see a much more important question than the one the supposed "God-Emperor" raises: why does the Dominion desire to put Dominionite lives in danger by attempting senseless brinkmanship with Whyatica? What has been done to the Clandonian military station has been done, there is nothing that can bring back the lives lost. (Though I question how an orbital MASER can kill humans if they are encased in sufficient radiation shielding to protect against the normal radiation exposure in space. Maybe the construction of the station is to blame?)

Remember, Count JWolf, that YOU put your own citizens in harm's way by placing them on this military station. It is your own doorstep at which the blame must be laid. Military stations are constantly under threat of attack, why you felt so irresponsible as to let innocents into harms way is baffling. It is such lack of forethought that disgusts me in your nation. It reeks of ignorance, incompetence, and insanity of the most abhorrent kind. What type of megalomaniac would senselessly risk innocent civilians in such a way?

And then we get to this current brinkmanship nonsense. You are thinking about declaring a little spat with Whyatica, that much is blatantly obvious from your hollow rhetoric. What should be also obvious is the fact that in a war, even MORE Dominion citizens will die. Whyatica alone is more than capable of inflicting extreme casualties on your nation. I shudder to think of the ruler who would prefer more dead citizens than they currently have.

In light of mindless aggression and senseless negligence on the part of the Transylvanian government, I hereby categorize the nation as a direct threat to global peace, an affront to the very existence of human intellect, and a negligent party that should not be trusted with anything more than a pop gun. (This is in addition to the previous categorization of your nation as "Dangerous Theocracy" by Civil Protection) I openly encourage all nations to voice their opposition to Transylvania as per the Jolt ordinances of 20XX, and take a stand for common sense.

Without your meddling, the Clandonia situation can be handled in mere weeks with little disturbance. With it, however, you are damning your own citizens, in addition to those of your ally Clandonia, to a far more difficult process. Please, reconsider your social contract.

-Atal Amner
-Atal Amner
ooc EDIT: this is simply commentary, not interference, so I hope I'm not barging in too much in this thread.

Clanon City, Occupied Clandonia

The distant thunder of military aircraft resounded in the distance over the former Clandonian capital. The streets were quiet for a city of its size, with only a few thousand people wandering the Velkyan sector of the capital on this day. Every now and then, Velkyan soldiers dressed in forest pattern digital camo and wielding carbine formed a roadblock, checking and allowing cars to go by unmolested. Although an air of tension was around, the occupation had gone by without much of a hitch. This unexpected peacefulness, however, was not reason to let one's guard down, as an infantry fighting vehicle of the 54th Light Armored Division rolled past the barricade, its female commander's exposed hair fluttering gently in the breeze. The IFV followed by a train of supply trucks, rolled to a stop several minutes later in one looked like a square. They were far from the hotbed of activity in the newly captured capital (the Blue Zone, home of the occupational government), but it was of no consequence.

They had a job to do, and they were expected to do it well. The IFV turned the corner, parking itself on one lane of the street while a platoon of soldiers exited the supply trucks in orderly lines. Once they had disembarked, soldiers of the Allied Union Defense Force Engineers began to lift large boxes out of the rear of the trucks, enlisted the aid of a handful of infantrymen who had exited a neighboring vehicle. The box, supported by the soldiers, was carried to the beginning of the road, where it was promptly placed on the ground. Two engineers pulled their combat knives out, cutting the various protective coverings of the crate until they exposed its thick maple shell. Slamming a crowbar into the grooves of the fresh wood, they split it open, revealing a mound of sandbags. One of the soldiers ran his hand through his hair, cursing. More supplies began to offload from the waiting trucks, which, after offloading all their cargo, began to pull away, led again by the infantry vehicle, whose commander, a pretty girl, waved to the soldiers before directing her crew to lead the formation away. A few of the soldiers were compelled to smile and wave back, but one particularly sandy vagina-ed NCO barked something about 'keeping it in your pants' and work resumed at full capacity.

In the space of an hour, the platoon or so of troops had erected an impressive barricade, complete with a watchtower and mounted .50 caliber machine gun. Two nearby buildings, about twenty or so stories high and on opposing sides of the street, were commandeered, their only occupants (a few stray cats) breaking and running before they could be sent home as a present for somebody's daughter. As a fire team made its way to the roof of the first building via an emergency stairwell, they passed a veritable mess. Furniture, suitcases, even the remains of a computer, sat on the floor of the building. As they tediously cleared the build room by room, it became apparent that the building had been an apartment, and that its tenants had left in quite a hurry. Upon reaching the roof, they were in awe. The buildings gave them a commanding view of the area, with visibility blocked only by the fogginess of the morning. The squad radioman then relayed back to the engineers on the ground below informing them of what they had found.

God had delivered these men from their fates. Lugging two huge crates through the double doors of the entrance (which had been blown open by a breaching shotgun), they managed to find a service elevator, sparing them from the hell of having to drag crates which weighed hundreds of pounds up the endless flights of stairs to the top. Once up there, and in synch with a team on the opposite building, they erected watch towers which gave them even more visibility. Calling in for more supplies, the platoon held out, getting some downtime for the first time in days. Soon, convoys of trucks appeared, and one was dragged a bulldozer behind it. By dusk, the square had been flattened and fully fortified, with a large H painted in the center. Temporary housing was also constructed, as well as a small motor pool containing a few light general purpose vehicles. By eight o clock that night, the first semi-permanent firebase in Clanon City had been constructed, and the troops rejoiced. One last crate was cracked upon, containing several kegs of cold Osean lager, much to the surprise and excitement of the soldiers stationed there. Troops with their bottles in hand watched as eight Velkyan flags, two for each entrance to the square, were carried up to brand new flagpoles. Within minutes, the eighth and final banner was fluttering in the night breeze, a sight which caused the rowdy crowd to fall into a deep silence. This sort of reverence wasn't common, and as rare it was, it was soon broken. Not by the sounds of young men and women boozing it up in the middle of a foreign country, but by the deep and soothing sound of a hymn. While abstract words about freedom and liberty may not strike a cord with the casual observer, many of these men, while jokers when off-duty, had seen others pay for such ideals with their lives, and something like this hymn was vital to the values of Velkya. As the ending notes of the hymn closed, a great cheer rose up around the assembled crowd, and the report of weapons fire resounded through the square. The soldiers relaxed for several moment, confident that they could finally get some hard-earned rest.

That is, until that fucking helicopter came in.

-SNIP-

Official Message from the Dominion

I will be addressing the fool named Atal Amner as that is what he is. All I wanted was the ones who launched the heartless attack on a space station that was both civilian run and military run to face the families of the ones they have murdered in their attack. All I want is ‘I’m sorry I killed your people.’ But did I get that? No. I got some little punk telling me to ‘get bent.’ He was looking for a fight with his attitude with me. I just loss civilians because he targeted a space station under the joint control of the Dominion and Clandonia.

As I said early, that station was a civilian and military not a pure military station. Anybody with a half of brain could have saw that. All that have to do was check out the DASA website to see the tests being ran on it.

The families of the murdered Dominionites are the ones that are calling for me to destroy the nation of Whyatica for their heartless attack on a civilian station. Each one of those murdered Dominionites are getting full Dominion honors for their deaths.

You, Atal, Whyatica say that alone is more than capable of inflicting extreme casualties on my nation. You can flip that around with the Dominion being more than capable of inflicting extreme casualties of Whyatica. I know how to hurt people and I have learned from the best.

This war would only bring havoc and chaos to the people of Whyatica and Prime Minister David R. McMillin is the one that has caused this with his childish way. Only disrespect teenagers talk the way he did. Where have all the good leaders gone?

My meddling in this matter is not your problem. I kicked Clandonia Prime out of the Dominion Commonwealth to fight for themselves. They made their bed and they can sleep in it. I was in the middle of taking over the space station until I got the news of it being destroyed.

Any leader would do the same as I’m doing, if their people were murdered in a heartless and cowardly attack. Only cowards attack civilians targets.

Signed,
Count JWolf
The God-Emperor of the Dominion
The Lord Marshall of the Dominion Commonwealth

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OFFICIAL STATEMENT OF THE ALLIED UNION OF VELKYA

The Allied Union would like to inquire if the Dominion is done with its pointless rambling. Your personnel were on a military space station, get the hell over it, and get over yourself. We have already made it clear that we will not pay reparations of any kind to the families of those killed.

So get the idea out of your collective heads.

And if the Dominion thinks for one minute its military prowess matches that of Whyatica and her allies, you are sorely mistaken.

[SRNS 'Kraken', First Naval Armada, 40km off East-Southeastern Clandonian Coast]

The small waves lapped against the steel clad sides of the destructive behemeth as it turned it's self parallel with the shoreline on a viligant watch for any 'leakers' that would attempt to get past the First Naval Armada's 'Blockade' of the eastern coast. The vast radar arrays had detected slow moving transport craft arriving at regular intervals, presumed to be some type of propellor planes. Planes would be scrambled to deal with that later. Meanwhile the focus was on landing troops to establisha beachhead and an forward operations base for the arrival of more troops.

Close to the shore stood 'Comberth'-Class Heavy Trimaran Destroyers guarding larger 'Spiritus Dei'-Class Heavy Trimaran Cruisers, 'General Marsden'-Class Troop Transports, and 'Endeavor'-Class Heavy Combat Transport Ships.

While each of these ships were equipped with weapons to use against shore defences and ground forces they would be, for once, not needed.

Hundreds of LCACs poured out of assault ships and landing craft, followed by amphibious IFVs, of the 'Valkyrie' M260A1 and A2 designs. Their 55mm and 90mm cannons proturding menacingly out of their heavily armored turrets.

As soon as the LCACs hit the shore the ramps started to lower, hundreds of M160A2 'Phoenix' Main Battle Tanks poured over the beaches as the 1st and 2nd Marine Corps made their landings. The 1st Marine Corp, 94,900 men strong, would move towards the Clandonian Capitol of Clanon city, while the 2nd Marine Corp would move towards the city of Mirocovik.

And while no opposition from the military was expected they were briefed on watching out for Clandonian Corporation troops. Other vehicles included LV-08 Armored Trucks, 155mm, 203mm self propelled artillery, with 175mm and 360mm equipped MLRS units. Also, as per usual, Air Defense units were brought along, there were four kinds with max ranges from 75 to 650km, although the longer ranged versions were TELARs and could not fire on the move.

Of course it was quite a distance to get to both Clanon City and Mirocovik, so two forward operations bases would be established, complete with airfields (w/ control buildings and hangars), barracks, vehicle depots, ammo dumps and of course field hospitals.

To accomplish these task hundresd of combat engineering and logistical vehicles had been brought, although they would need to wait until the main force had landed and secure a suitable area for a base.

Of course, more interesting things were about to happen else where.

More specifically in the air above inland Clandonia.

[Central Clandonia]

A few dozen F-8B Super Phoenix fighters, totalling around 240 craft, or about two supercarriers worth, were escorting two EV-22C AWACs, two KV-22 tankers towards two seperate points. With them are two groups of 36 F-177A strike craft, their mission is to sanitize the border of leakers.

Messages were broadcasted to neighboring nations requesting assistance in the mission, and to warn them of aircraft near their borders. Each AWACs could see as far as 600km away, allowing them to vector in fighters at any entering planes. Hopefully they would be able to catch any crafting enter Clandonian airspace.

[Clanon City, Clandonian Capitol, Enroute towards Skyian ZOE]

The Skyians had not yet established a base of operations in the clandonian capitol, so one was needed, a large clearing with abandoned buildings was choosen, and a flight of 8 helicopters, of the SH-4 'Rabbit' designation, fitted with full outfitted troops and 4 SAH-33 Attack helicopers lifted off an assault ship towards their LZ.

About 3 klicks out of the Velkyan Zone they encountered some problems. Seems that stupid Private Jarhead thought it would be a good idea take out one of his hand grenades, and forgetting about the fact that the helicopter was moving and the grenade could not keep up speed with the helo when it was tossed in the air.

Needless to say Private Stupidhead was nearly thrown out of the helicopter when the grenade was sucked into the inlet causing an engine malfunction. Sergeant Elvin Coopers gave the private a swift smack to the head before moving into the cockpit to radio for help, while telling the rest of the helicopters to go forward.

And so they did, the soldiers of the platoon held onto their lives as the pilots struggled to keep the helo up while Sgt. Coopers looked out for an allied outpost.

Finally after nearly scrapping against skyscrapers they came into view of a Velkyan outpost, easily seen because of the 8 large flags around the square where the outpost was centered. A single radio message was sent out.

Hello Velkyan soldiers, we are of the Skyian 2nd Marine Division Airborne Brigade, we were enroute when something [laughing and cursing in background] flew into one of our intakes and crippled our engine, we sent the rest of our airborne force on ahead to establish the LZ in our zone. We were hoping you'd be nice enough to let us use your little square for parking.

Official Imperial Communication
You yourself said it, Count JWolf (which is one of the dumbest names I've ever heard, coincidentally). It was a joint military/civilian space station. As per the declaration of war issued against Clandonia Prime, any and all military assets were singled out for destruction. It is not the responsibility of the Empire that you placed civilians on a station that also had military targets on it. You yourself put civilians in harm's way, Count, and if you want war because of your own foolish mistake, so be it.

The Empire will not invade The Transylvania. It is up to them if they wish to carry this petty crusade on with millions of deaths.

Signed,
Prime Minister David R. McMillin,
Imperial Democracy of Whyatica

Firebase Alpha 01

A private was managing the firebase's communications array when he recieved the Skyian transmission. Not wanting to miss the helo by alerting his superiors, he immediatly dialed their freqeuncy.

"Roger that, 2MB, we'll clear you a parking space. Just don't scratch the paint, will ya?"

The private immediatly threw down his headset, reaching the emergency alarm and pulling it. Sirens blared, and the soldiers shot to attention. Grabbing the PA system of the firebase, he began to yell at his comrade. "Priority one, allied helicopter transport coming in for an emergency landing, clear the pad, over!" There was a series of orders and yells as soldiers ran for cover, while engineers prepared fire fighting equipment.

***Encrypted transmission to Count JWolf***

~From the desk of Lord Damien the Destroyer, Supreme Warlord of the Excessively Armed Empire of Automagfreek~

I have watched with growing disgust your actions as of late. But now I can stand no more, for you are endangering the peace that we in Gholgoth have enjoyed for ages. By declaring a state of war with Whyatica, a member of the Sovereign League, you are dragging our region into a conflict it does not want.

We do not care for the League, but we are civilized and smart enough to restrict our disdain to words. If there is going to be war between our regional alliance and theirs, then they will be the ones to make that mistake and strike first, not us. Our 'no questions asked' defense policy would require us all to defend you from Sovereign League attacks and advance upon them, and that will only serve to weaken our credibility and stain our good name.

We do not engage in wars of this nature...wars created in haste and without thinking of the larger repercussions. Once upon a time there was a nation called Fascist White States who did just that; abused the Freekish banner to engage in conquests, while the outside world was afraid to retalliate because their leader spouted that 'AMF would protect him'. Your acknowledged statement about using Gholgoth protection to gain recruits for your Dominion brings back unpleasant memories.

Therefore, having consulted with Lord Reaver Dayne the Evenstar of Pantera, I hereby banish The Transylvania from the Gholgoth alliance. Your crimes are; abusing our protection for personal gain and instigating a war that our region does not want. You will be allowed 24 hours to vacate regional premesis before you will be removed. I urge you to save whatever honor you have left and do so quickly.

Let it be known that there is no ill will towards your nation from the Excessively Armed Empire. We will spare you from FWS's fate for your services to our regional brotherhood.

Thank you, and may the Gods protect you.


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---Damien the Destroyer---
-Supreme Warlord of AMF-

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OFFICIAL STATEMENT OF THE ALLIED UNION OF VELKYA

The Allied Union would like to inquire if the Dominion is done with its pointless rambling. Your personnel were on a military space station, get the hell over it, and get over yourself. We have already made it clear that we will not pay reparations of any kind to the families of those killed.

So get the idea out of your collective heads.

And if the Dominion thinks for one minute its military prowess matches that of Whyatica and her allies, you are sorely mistaken.

Official Message from the Dominion

Do you not understand the word ‘civilian’? That was a civilian-military space station. Get that through hard heads. If you do research, you would see that space station was classified as a civilian-military after it became a joint operation. Plus, it had more Dominion markings then Clandonian marking. Your ally, Whyatica, pointed at the Clandonia flags and fired without really looking at those space assets.

Whyatica and her allies in this whole thing are nothing but land grabbing thugs. Anybody can see that with the Clandonia problem. They invade a nation to save it for it’s side. Clandonia wasn’t as bad as your allies said it. The lies of the nuclear weapon use is one as the Dominion Commonwealth had control over their nuclear weapons. Now, please tell the world what you are really doing?

Why does the Dominion have to face Whyatica and her allies? Can that nation not face their own doing by attacking that space station? Too scared to fight one on one. Maybe that is what it is as you can see in the Clandonia invasion as it was four against one.

As of now, I have here by banning the nations of Whyatica and the others in the Clandonia invasion, from every doing anything with the Dominion or her Commonwealth states. They are nothing but heartless thugs. People of the world, keep an eye of Clandonia and you will see the truth.

As of now, I here by do away with the state of war thing. I jumped the gun, but it was because I was dealing with a disrespect leader.

Signed,
Count JWolf
The God-Emperor of the Dominion
The Lord Marshall of the Dominion Commonwealth

Official Imperial Message
I don't believe the Empire ever traded with the Dominion or any of it's puppet states, but that works for me. I don't give a care about your station, your nation, etc. Your people died, get over it.

Put your petty crusade back in your pants, Count, and go back to running your nation instead of having a diplomatic bitch fight with a nation that really doesn't care for this.

Signed,
Prime Minister David R. McMillin,
Imperial Democracy of Whyatica

Clanon City
Onboard APCs, and riding on tanks, the 4th Mechanized Division rode into the suburbs of the massive Clanon City, on a mission of security and peacekeeping. Clandonian civilians merely hid in their houses, and there didn't seem to be any major flare-ups in violence - a small port city had been secured by XIV Corps quickly, with the little resistance being offered by Clandonian gangs put down. Overflights by Whyatican CAS planes made sure the citizens knew what was going on, via bomber-dropped leaflets.

Whyatican troops raced along the main drags of Clanon City, securing every nook, alley, street, and block on the route to the City Hall, and more importantly, the Palace..

Firebase Alpha 01
A Whyatican military convoy approached the base established by the Velkyans, and at the head of a procession, a man in command uniform popped out of a hatch, looking at the Velkyan guards like he knew them personally.

"Good morning, gentlemen. My name is General KC Maw, of the Whyatican 9th Infantry Division, stationing here briefly until we're reassigned for more duties in the city."

***Encrypted transmission to Count JWolf***

~From the desk of Lord Damien the Destroyer, Supreme Warlord of the Excessively Armed Empire of Automagfreek~

I have watched with growing disgust your actions as of late. But now I can stand no more, for you are endangering the peace that we in Gholgoth have enjoyed for ages. By declaring a state of war with Whyatica, a member of the Sovereign League, you are dragging our region into a conflict it does not want.

We do not care for the League, but we are civilized and smart enough to restrict our disdain to words. If there is going to be war between our regional alliance and theirs, then they will be the ones to make that mistake and strike first, not us. Our 'no questions asked' defense policy would require us all to defend you from Sovereign League attacks and advance upon them, and that will only serve to weaken our credibility and stain our good name.

We do not engage in wars of this nature...wars created in haste and without thinking of the larger repercussions. Once upon a time there was a nation called Fascist White States who did just that; abused the Freekish banner to engage in conquests, while the outside world was afraid to retalliate because their leader spouted that 'AMF would protect him'. Your acknowledged statement about using Gholgoth protection to gain recruits for your Dominion brings back unpleasant memories.

Therefore, having consulted with Lord Reaver Dayne the Evenstar of Pantera, I hereby banish The Transylvania from the Gholgoth alliance. Your crimes are; abusing our protection for personal gain and instigating a war that our region does not want. You will be allowed 24 hours to vacate regional premesis before you will be removed. I urge you to save whatever honor you have left and do so quickly.

Let it be known that there is no ill will towards your nation from the Excessively Armed Empire. We will spare you from FWS's fate for your services to our regional brotherhood.

Thank you, and may the Gods protect you.


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---Damien the Destroyer---
-Supreme Warlord of AMF-

***Encrypted transmission***

TO: Supreme Warlord Damien
FROM: The Count

Brother, I jumped the gun with the state of war thing. Sorry, but he murdered my people in a heartless attack on a space station that was joint operated between me and Clandonia. Unlike those invaders said, it was not a pure military space station and everybody knew that. He targeted something that has more Dominion markings over Clandonia markings. The space station was my space asset and almost everybody knew that.

And the use of the Gholgoth protection to gain more of the Dominion Commonwealth, I’m sorry that was not right with you. In my eyes, I didn’t see it wrong as the Gholgoth protection would gain more nations to trade with the Gholgoth nations. If you or one of your people told me, I would have took it off. As of now, I will do away with that on the Dominion Commonwealth website.

You giving me 24 hours to vacate the land of Gholgoth under my control can’t be done. Each of those land have over 250 million plus Dominionites in them. They will no way I could move that many people. Your nation could not move that many people in that short of time.

If you want my people gone, give me a week and they will be gone. I have defeated your empire against the lies of the horde of the Sovereign League during the GASN-Gholgoth thing. I would place myself on the line to defeat your nation in battle.

So...brother, what is it going to be?

Signed,
Count JWolf
The God-Emperor of the Dominion
The Lord Marshall of the Dominion Commonwealth

Official Imperial Message
I don't believe the Empire ever traded with the Dominion or any of it's puppet states, but that works for me. I don't give a care about your station, your nation, etc. Your people died, get over it.

Put your petty crusade back in your pants, Count, and go back to running your nation instead of having a diplomatic bitch fight with a nation that really doesn't care for this.

Signed,
Prime Minister David R. McMillin,
Imperial Democracy of Whyatica

Official Message from the Dominion

I feel sorry for your own people then. If you murdered my people, what will you do with your people?

A little warning, there better not be Clandonians placed on the slave market as that would counter act this whole thing. It would just show your true colors to the world.

Signed,
Count JWolf
The God-Emperor of the Dominion
The Lord Marshall of the Dominion Commonwealth

Clandonian civillians looked on as the new occupiers advanced on their cities, some cautious to the new comers overs welcoming after weeks of partly propoganda fueled fears of a communist invasion from the UCN. Many watched, children amazed as the soldiers threw sweets down from their vehicles, some of the eldery still viewed people with distrust having witnessed the occupation by foreign powers of the communist sort in years gone by.

With the palace now even more heavily fortified next to the Clandonian Parliament it was presumed that this is where all the decisions of the interim government would be co-ordinated.

The Clandonian Corporation had other ideas...

Corporation Bunker Network, North of Danskeran

The Corporation were preparing to launch attacks on the 'enemy' fleets as they saw it launching a barrage of remotely operated Exocet missiles at the transport vessels hoping to inflict massive damage on the vunerable units.

As the 40 remote controlled launches released their loads flying at just 2 metres above the sea they would hopefully pass bellow any reasonable defences in action to hit landing craft full of the imperalistic invaders.

ooc I'm assuming exocet launchers hold four missiles each, like tomahawks. /ooc

Corporate Task Force CRIMSON THREE

Admiral Omicron 42 Leius is smiling. Mercilessly and unhaltingly, his ships are advancing towards Western Clandonia, towards the lands they shall soon be to occupy. Already the landing crafts are deployed, the transport ships forming up to land their troop complement on Clandonian soil....

Omicron 42 is woken from his thoughts as alarm klaxons begin blaring, a mechanical voice reciting "Red alert. Hostile action detected. Red alert. Hostile action determined..." until Omicron 42 punches a button and it stops. The Admiral, not wasting any time, radios the bridge from his office. "Admiral to bridge, what's going on?"

"We've detected a missile launch, sir," the voice on the other end says calmly.

"How many missiles?"

"There appear to be... one hundred and sixty, traveling at two meters above the ocean."

"One hundred and sixty?!"

"Affirmative."

"We have more transport ships than that! And at 2 m? Half of them will likely crash into waves and explode!"

The voice is silent. Omicron 42 continues, "Have the transport escorts deploy RAMs and use their 35mm supercavs; bring CIWSs online once they get in range. You know the drill."

"Yes, sir."

"Then ready the fleet for a counterstrike against wherever those came from."

From a picket of destroyers and frigates surrounding the transports, dozens of rolling airframe missiles are ejected and shoot down towards the incoming cruise missiles, along with rockets and 35mm shells; the sheer number of defences will surely be enough to destroy all of the incoming missiles, whether by direct hits or proximity explosions.

Meanwhile, the locations of the remotely controlled launchers have been determined, and with a single massive co-ordinated explosion eighty 'Gliendor' missiles arch through the sky, then plunge down upon the launchers to obliterate them all. Not before the frequency via which the launchers were controlled has been recorded and saved for future use, however.

OOC: Yes they are, I expect at least some damage.

IC: Corporation forces knew their actions would become noticed and they had already begun preparations to flee to the island of Galation where they had a slave colony mining the minerals in the radioactive lands in the former nation.

A lot their main hardware was out with the secrets of Skynets command bunker in the burning chared remains of the isolated bunker in the Northen mountain front where the Corporation had aborted the base with a low yeild nuclear device. The software of Skynet 1.5 would live on in the future inventions of the Corporation's robotronic and weapon division. The Corporation would use its acts of little resistance to show that it was still a force to be reckoned with but to discretely withdraw so it could get back to its profit making and other evil activies.

OOC: Yes they are, I expect at least some damage.

ooc Let's see.... 160 missiles.... ~5000 ships among the invading powers... Yep, looks like a whole lot of damage there. /ooc

"Roger that, 2MB, we'll clear you a parking space. Just don't scratch the paint, will ya?"

"Roger that, heading for the pad now." Said Sgt. Coopers before he place the radio back down.

"Prepare for a rough landing guys," Yelled Sgt. back behind him into the crew cab, "grab onto something, clear the pad as soon as we hit the ground."

Each of the men shook their heads as they braced for impact, the landing gear popped out. Acrid black smoke was pouring out of the engine exhaust, along with the occasion flame, damn the engineers would be mad, they would have to put in spare parts and even repaint the damn thing.

No one ever cares about the engineers though, so oh well. Although, if they had their way, they would linch Private Stupidhead, not that that would be a bad thing.

After what seemed like an eternity of watching the pilots struggling with the controls the bird finally landed, the sliding doors were thrown open and the 12 soldiers and 2 pilots all poured out of the helicopter as it powered down, they yelled to the fire crews to house down the intake and exhaust on the left side of the helicopter.

Sgt. Coopers, identifiable because his helmet had the Sgt. Insigna on it, looked around the person in command of the firebase.

A young woman straightened a stack of paper in front of her and smiled at the camera. ".... And in other news, Atal Amner declined to justify the comments of Count JWolf with a response today, citing a sheer lack of interest in hollow rhetoric. He did make several comments however, in his monthly address to the Governing Council."

The screen cut to an excerpt from Atal's speech from the day before. Atal Amner stood at a podium, in front of a host of leaders. "....thus leading to a fifteen percent gain across the board over the past five years. I congratulate the Economy Ministry on their impressive work." There was a short pause as Amner waited for the applause to die down before he continued.

"Moving on, many of you have wondered why I have not officially responded to the nation of Transylvania via the Jolt Ordinances, or any other communication specification. There is a rather simple reason for this, and it is the lack of coherent response. Their dispatch, which is public domain as per the Ordinances, and I'm sure you have all read, attacks my character in a most juvenile manner. Also, it shows uncommon aggression in the Count's open statements apparently supporting the opinions of these "families" whom he claims "are calling for him to destroy the nation of Whyatica. His highly emotional reactions show a lack of self control and understanding in this situation, and make his actions highly suspect."

"However, I have not yet said my response to his message. If forced to reply, the only response I would give is this: what kind of maniac attempts to use civilians as meat shields around military installations? That station is no different from a nuclear weapons silo on earth. It becomes no less a nuclear silo when you place a daycare next to it, the station was still a Clandonian strategic asset. And as tragic as the deaths of young children are, if that nuclear silo is attacked, it should be expected that the children will tragically perish. Now, fool I may be, and I have never claimed otherwise, but I can recognize Orbital Artillery platforms when I see them. But on to important matters! Recently, I was told by the Governor of Heisen district that crime is down three percent compared to the same period last year...."

The screen cuts back to the young woman in the news studio. "Coming up, we interview leading political analysts about No Endorse's recent admission into APOC. Also: is Flab Fab? Fasion designers across No Endorse are glorifying the concept that bigger is better! We talk with the leaders of this odd trend and find out who, where, and why. Finally, Foreign Minister Gale Amner, after many years of service, is resigning to allow younger blood into the position. He will be retained in an advisory position however. But first, a word from our sponsors. This is Carranda News, I'm Lauren Brown."

Firebase Alpha 01

At the gate, the private called on the firebase's internal telephone to alert his commanding officer, but was cut short by the helicopter slamming into the runway. Sirens began to ring, as a squad of troops rushed foward, affixing a tube to a nearby fire hydrant (the city's water system had not taken extensive damage) while aiming the hose at the blazing whirlybird. While the fire had become serious, the fire-retardent foam quickly suppressed the flames. As the wreck died down, the CO of the base, one Lt. Colonel Voltograv, strolled out of the command building, unfazed by the chaotic scene around him. Following a group of medics rushing to help the downed bird's crew, the Lt. Colonel spotted what appeared to be the ranking officer of the Skyians, and called to him.

"Rough landing there, eh?"

[Velkyan Firebase Alpha 01]

Sgt. Coopers turned towards the Lt. Colonel. "I guess you could say that, but no ones hurt, and I've had a lot worse." He said, before he stuck out his hand, "Sergeant Elvin Coopers, I assume you're the one in charge here?"

The other members of the crew were attended to by the medics, but had no injuries to show, so they would hopefully soon be let go.

[Aeriel Insertion Team Alpha, Skyian ZOE]

The rest of the 2nd Marine Airborne Brigade had stayed on course once they knew the helicopter had landed safely. SH-4 'Rabbits' unloaded their troops into the square's courtyard. They quickly moved out and established a perimeter and a makeshift command post, located only 2km from the Clandonian Parliament it was in good position to distribute troops throughout the area and keep the capital safe.

Soon heavy transport helicopters and VTOLs were bringing in building materials, construction vehicles, and armored vehicles, soon abandoned buildings were being torn down and a command complex was being put up, complete with barracks, vehicle depots, and all the other nice things.

Around the city several outpost sprang out, radiating out of the central command center in 3 lines, the first had communication buildings and radars mounted on top of abandoned buildings, with SAM sites littered around, their owners paid for the cost of the building of course, the second contained barracks, vehicle depots and artillery, while the third was made of bunkers and watch towers.

They were all kept close to major roads, and UAVs patrolled the skies on the lookout for enemy snipers or motar teams while IFVs and 'Raptor' Light Armored Patrol Trucks patrolled the streets, roadblocks were placed at strategic points around the bases, and checkpoints were placed close, and on the edge of the city.

Soon fireteams were formed of volunteers out of the 1st and 2nd Marine Divisions for raids on Clandonian Corporation buildings, soon IFVs carrying infantry fireteams were racing down the streets towards a Clandonia Corp building.

Clandonian Coporation, Clanon City Corporate HQ

The Corporation had been pulling out slowly under the cover of small petty attacks as they moved their heavy stuff out. In the capital they were getting rid of the evidence such as the paper and electronic records of their evil actions, slave statistics, export invoices and details of the Corporations weapon inventorys. They expected to be searched but they ready armed to the teeth from the Corporations extensive weapon divisions the Clandonian Corporation Security Forces would defend to the death.

[OOC: Could you please mark where any visible corporation buildings would be? I mean stuff like visible bunkers, airfields, or just larges concentrations of corporate troops. Also, please RP any corporate troops trying to escape by air or sea.]

IC:

[Outside Clanon City Corporate HQ, Fireteam Zulu]

A total of 50 M260A1 and A2 'Valkyrie' Infantry Fighting Vehicles had been depolyed out of the 1st and 2nd Marine Divisions, or about 5 Mechanized Brigades, bringing a total of 300 men to storm the building. Snipers had set themselves up in nearby buildings, aiming for any escaping corporate personal, or trying to get a shot through a window.

Also 10 M160A2 'Phoenix' Main Battle Tanks had been deployed to blockade the streets leading towards the building.

Captain David 'Anvil Andy' Anderson, of the 2nd Marine Division's 4th Battallion, looked out of the periscope mounted on his M160A2 'Valkyrie' IFV, he peered past it's long barreled 90mm ETC cannon towards the entrance to the headquarters, him and his team had found 5 large enterances (large enough for an IFV) that could be used for entering. It would probably be suicide to rush in with infantry, even if he had seen any activity in the lobby there was probably a trap.

Captain Anderson then formulated a plan to get rid of any trap. He called up five M160A2s from the Armored Battallion nearby. They each loaded their cannons with 120mm Air Bursting Munitions, otherwise known as canister rounds, and aimed into the building through the enterances.

After a brief countdown, well, let's just say that it was loud and explody as the 120mm rounds were blasted from the long cannons towards the doors. They entered the building and thusly exploded, sending shrapnel and shockwaves throughout the ground floor, busting out windows, shredding drywalling and doors, and generally ruining the furniture. Oh, and probably detonating or ruining any traps in place.

Captain Anderson chuckled as his IFV began it's steady advance towards the main doors (3 IFVs towards each door).

"Nothing like a 'whiff of grape' to show that we're serious and in business, those corporate fuckheads won't know what hit them." He said to his crew, who laughed as the vehicle shuddered from it's crew firing another 'whiff of grape' right at the enterance to the building, killing anyone nearby and hopefully destroying traps.

As the glass started to smash at the very expensive Corporation HQ in Downtown Clanon City the security guards ran to their armouries as the Clensers, (Corporate Lingo for the people who were busy shreading any evidence) were told to quicken their pace. The broken glass and the destroyed remains of the decorations from the pond spilled onto the marble floor. The steps up to the building already covered in debris from the building as the APC's started to advance up them through the gap where the revolving electronic door had been. The defence force at the Corporations last major strong hold of around 170 men prepared to up their defences, they didn't have armour of their own sadly as the Corporations last M-1 Abrams were well out of the country heading to Galation on the backs of Griffencrest cargo ships.

With the lobby of the office block gone after bombardment a team on the 15th floor loaded a Javelin missile and began targetting the building across the way to try and bring it colapsing down onto the invading troops. With nearly one hundread Corporation special forces in the basement armed up to repel the moment the enemy marched through the remains of the lobby. Another few men on various floors had supressed SR-25's


OOC: The last Corporation stronghold is the city of Kirkland which is really the homeland of the Corporation where it has its slaves, uranium mines, nuclear weapons plants and other nasty things. They are the only ones left after most of the Corporation fled Danskeran on the backs of Griffencrest forces who were based there.

[OOC: How tall is the building (story wise)? And are their stairs/escalators to the basement, or just elevators?]

[Outside the Corporate Headquarters]

M260A1 IFVs saw the Javelin missile streak from the 15th story towards the build behind them, thankfully no soldiers were in the building and the missile missed a support beam.

However, the poor ATGM crew attracted some unwant attention from snipers nearby, as they were soon taking 8.65x65mm, and 15.5x135mm sniper fire from rooftops and the ground. Meanwhile, M260A1s decided to chime in with 55mm ABM fire, riddiling the 15th floor with tungsten pellets, breaking windows and generally causing havoc for the poor ATGM crew and anyone who happened to by on that, and the two floors above and below.

Ground Floor, main lobby

Meanwhile, the IFVs rolled through the doors into the building, their rears opening as their 15.5x135mm heavy machine guns traversed about, looking for any corporate troopers. After the troops secured the area, dozens more began to poor into the building from the outside, firing their 6.8x56mm bullpup assault rifles at any enemies, confident in their commanders ability and that their BDA-102I 'Helljumper' battlesuits would protect them. It would indeed be a bloody battle, but any information taken would be useful in the crusade against the corporation.

[Few Thousand feet Above]

Above the battlefield circled four SH-4 'Rabbit's, they were loaded with special forces that were ready to land on the roof top and fight their way down. A single 'Rabbit' departed from the group and scurried towards the roof, eager to unload it's 18 special forces on the enemy somewhere below. However, the pilots were aware of the threat from MANPAD missiles, but at this point they were well inside the minimum range of such missiles and had plenty of countermeasures.

Firebase Alpha 01, Velkyan Zone of Occupation, Clanon City

Voltograv grinned, gripping Elvin’s hand and shaking it vigorously. “You’re correct, Sergeant. Lieutenant Colonel Alexi Voltograv, Allied Union Army. You’re an awful long way from the Skyian sector, what happened to you and your boys?” In the background, the communications officer was already radioing a Ferryhawk medium assault helicopter in from the A.U.N.V. Xirnium Sea (a helicopter carrier off the southern coast) to bring the soldiers back to the Skyian sector. As the two officers conversed, two riflemen escorted the Whyatican general to Lt. Colonel Voltograv’s position near the aid station.

Corporate Headquarters, Clanon City

As the Skyian armor and special forces began to assault the gates of the fortress-like building, the sound of helicopters filled the already loud air around the HQ building. A trio of AUDF Furyhawk assault helicopters screamed in at low altitude over the rooftops of the city, their rotor wash swirling whatever trash happened to be on the streets below like tornadoes. The three choppers then spilt into three separate directions, as they began to spit fire at the building. Spotting several potential landing zones of the rooftop of the expansive office building, their 7.62mm miniguns began to shower the flat areas of the roof with depleted uranium slugs, spelling doom for anything alive on the surface. The din of the helicopter’s mingun pods was occasionally punctuated by the scream and hiss of FFAR rockets streaking from their tubes, their proximity sensors detonating their fragmentation warheads above the exposed panels. This withering barrage of fire turned the rooftop of the building to a pockmarked and charred mess, which was great for what was about to come.

When the helicopters where sure any defenses topside were suppressed, a larger Pelican tilt rotor transport aircraft, its twin turboprops rumbling loudly over the probably angry residents of Clanon City, arrived on station, landing on the largest of the clearings. The Pelican’s rotors tilted into VTOL position as it hovered over the building, allowing the loading ramp to open. Out of this open ramp jumped six soldiers, each wearing a heavy Stahlkörpe powered armor suit in urban camouflage patterns. The floor shook as each one landed, cushioned by the suit’s powerful pneumatics. Their advanced targeting systems scanned the surrounding area, oblivious to the pure hell breaking lose on the streets below them, waiting for the Skyian commando team to land. Their Pelican pulled away, as the three Furyhawks departed the area, firing off their last bits of ammunition at the windows of the building.

(OOC: TSS, just pretend like this is part of the plan. :-D)

[OOC: Velkya, Clandonia Prime is having the Clandonia Corporation launch a nuclear attack on my ships after the headquarters is taken, they will be launched from Kirkland, in your control zone, just an FYI so you're not shocked oocly]

[Firebase Alpha 01, Velkyan Zone of Occupation, Clanon City]

Sgt. Coopers smilied and saluted his 'superior officer' before speaking. "Private Stupidhead over there tossed a grenade up while the copter was moving and it got sucked into the intake," he motioned over his shoulder to a soldier who was obviously getting picked on. "It didn't exploded but seriously fucked over the engine, it'll be impossible to field repair here, so we need to send over a trailer to take it to our headquarters."

Sgt. Coopers looked at the riflemen escorting the Whyatican General and quickly changed subject, "Such a nice city isn't it? Good thing we didn't have to blow it up, god damned Clandonian Corporation beat a hasty retreat huh?"

Firious City, Whyatican Occupation Zone
Firious was a goddamn boring city. The people of this Whyatican-occupied zone had seemed to lay down and accept the military rule, and it appeared that the Clandonian Corporation had little influence here. Thousands of marines patrolled the streets of this city, and the worst thing that seemed to happen was an occasional rock thrown, or an egg here and there. No serious resistance...

Private Takei Knight, a marine in the 9th Marine Division, based out of a desert colony far from the Whyatican mainland, marvelled at the sights. This was his third time in his entire life that he had left his homeland, but he remained wary of everything, including his fellow Whyatican soldiers. Mainlanders tended to look with disdain on colonials, even in the military. It used to be much worse than it is now, but there is still an element of racism in the Imperial military. Along with three other marines from his unit, the fire-team patrolled a small street in Firious..

Private Knight didn't see a small gun barrel sticking out of a window above them, nor did the other three marines. They were concentrating on the Clandonian citizens around them, not so much the windows around them. That, sadly, was their error, that Takei realized as a whizzing bullet pierced through the helmet of his companion and blasted his brains out.

"Man down! Man down! Sniper attack in 9th Street in Firious, responding." Takei yelled into his communicator, diving for cover behind a nearby automobile. A quick glance at the entrance wound showed him the direction where the shot came from, and he saw a window shutting. He motioned to the two living marines, and they darted across the street to the building.

After a nod, Takei gave a mighty kick to the wooden door, bursting it down. A scared looking Clandonian man holding a sniper rifle, shocked by the Marines sudden entrance, pointed his rifle in their direction and fired wildly, missing them. A quick burst from Takei's assault rifle in the Clandonian man's arm ended any attempt at resistance.

All three marines pointed their guns at him, and demanded to know who he was..


OOC:Clandonia if you want to RP this part, you can, if not, I'll do it.

Firebase Alpha 01, Velkyan Zone of Occupation, Clanon City

Alexi returned the salute, listening to the story of the unlucky private with his equally unlucky surname. He put his hand on the shoulder of the Skyian.

"Damn right they did. And, Sarge, drop the formalities, we're all soldiers here."

Before he could go on, he spotted the Whyatican general. He turned to his comrade and smirked.

"Shit, he's high ranking, better look busy, haha."

The Velkyan pulled a cigar from a pocket of his BDU, lighting it with a metal lighter emblazoned with ARMY in big, bold blue letters. After slicing the tip off with his knife, he took a big puff of it, causing the embers on the tip to brighten temporarily, as he chuckled softly. Producing another brown cylinder, he offered it to the Skyian.

It was a little known fact that Clandonia had very lax gun control laws, it was not uncommon for citizens to be possesion of .50 calibre weaponry as well as some even posseeing missile's and grenade launchers.

People had been told not to resist the occupiers but some of the more radical elements of the Clandonian political landscapes had pledged war against the occupiers. The man who had shot the Whyatica marine dead was a member of the radical Clandonian National Party. As the man dropped his fully legal civillian SL-9 as the bullets shreaded his right arm, he saw the enemy he has fired at, one covered in the remains of what was left of the marines cranium. Knowing he would die anyway,slumped on the floor nursing his bruised arm he reached for the M67 frag on his cheast rig, pulling the pin out it dropped to the floor with a fud.

"NADE!" Takei yelled, as the grenade went off, sending shrapnel through his head, killing him and the other marine inside the building instantly. The third marine, thankfully, was keeping watch outside, and when the grenade went off, he pulled back and called for assistance inside Firious. Within minutes, a tank entered the zone, escorted by several infantrymen.

"What happened, Private?" the tank commander said, popping his head out of the tank.

"Private Johnston was shot by a sniper inside the building, so we kicked down the door to investigate. We disarmed the man and we were about to take him as a pee-oh-dubya when he kicked the grenade at us and killed Private Takei and Private Stossel. There's probably more Clandonian Corporation activity through the city." Private Cash said.

"The 10th Marine division will begin to do house-to-house sweeps. You may report back to the fire-base, soldier." the commander said, getting back into the tank for safety, and Private Cash hitched a ride with an IFV heading back to the base.

Firebase A01
"What's all this here?" the Whyatican General said, pointing in the direction of the smoking helicopter. He was, he believed, the senior officer at the moment in the firebase, and he was rather nosy at times.

Firebase Alpha 01, Velkyan Zone of Occupation, Clanon City

Alexi's demeanor calmed down significantly at the arrival of the senior officer, and he motioned over to the now extinguished wreck of the Skyian helicopter.

"This helo was damaged by friendly fire," the soldier smirked slightly before continuing, "and her pilot put her down on our landing pad." He straightened up, and nodded. "Don't worry, we've got the situation under control, General." As if to accentuate his point, the drone of a helicopter soon filled the base. Like some monster out of an old boob tube flick, a large Pelican tilt rotor transport cruised over the rooftops, shifting its engine pods to hover position and initiating a holding pattern over the firebase. On the ground a group of soldiers below began to rig the 'Rabbit' for pickup. A signalman directed the crew chief of the hovering tilt-rotor to lower the cargo winch, a large metal band with a locking hook at the bottom. Two particularly burly men climbed the wreck, attaching the loading straps and slings placed around the helicopter to the hook of the winch, before climbing off. Slowly, but surely, the wrecked helicopter began to lift off the ground as the Pelican pulled with all her might. Little bits of pieces fell off, but, much to the relief of the ground crew, the majority of the hulk remained stable.

As the Pelican and its cargo lifted off into the night sky, Alexi turned to the Skyian sergeant. "Our logistical guys will figure it out, don't worry." Glancing at the disappearing sun, he took a mental note of the time before speaking to both foreign officers. "It'll be a while before that Navy helicopter arrives; you and your men are welcome to spend some chow time here with us roughnecks. What do ya say?"

Clandonian Corporation Nuclear Bunker Facility, outskirt's of Kirkland

Kirkland has the been the capital of the Corporation for many years, since the days of the first nuclear weapon tests in the mountains of the Northern front and their useage against anarcho-communists. Kirkland was the centre of Clandonian uranium ore minining with vast quantities of the magical product that had helped to build the many thousands of warheads in the Clandonian arsenal.

With the news of the Corporation assets being seized in various parts of the fial firefights in Firious where there had been a strong nationalist movement. The Corporation knew as the last flights prepared to leave into neutral airspace out towards the free, anarhic lands of the former Galationese islands. The Corporation had prepared the final solution, with much of its military either fleeing or destroyed such as the command centre at Verdan where the Corporations version of Skynet sat. On one of the few runways still intact in the ice dark skys six bomber aircraft prepared to set off carrying the final solution, the plan to destroy the invading fleets with air launched nuclear anti-ship weapons. The six aircraft were of Corporation design, four TU-22's of modern design built for protecting the slave convoys from hostile submarine action. Each carried Kh-22 350 Kt nuclear warhead designed to strike either against submerged objects or carrier battle groups. The two modern TU-160's would finish off any others with their rotary launched nuclear cruise missiles.

As the set off Eastwards flying low out to sea, as they started to pick up electronic chatter and the huge radar targets of the battle fleets. As the got within 200 miles they dropped down, input their co-ordinates as the wizzo's (weapons officers) launched the loads, a total of eight missiles, they would never know what hit them and this would be a lesson to the world, do not mess with the Clandonian Corporation.

[Skyian 1st Expeditionary Fleet]

The 1st Expeditionary Fleet sat unaware of the impending attack, well, at least for a little bit. High Altitude AWACs and radar balloons, along with surface wave effect radar had detected the TU-22s and TU-160s well far out.

However, they were unable to identify the craft as hostile before the launched their weapons, but once they had all hell broke loose. Klaxons roared to life as Radar Intercept Officers alerted the weapons specialists of incoming missiles, and targeted them with data from AWACs above the fleet. The order was given to a destroyer taskforce to destroy the missiles before they reached the fleet.

[Destroyer Taskforce 'Beta', SRNS 'Piggy']

The orders were given and the nearest Destroyer Taskforce, consisting of three 'Union'-Class Trimaran Guided Missile Destroyers and 9 "Dolphin"-Class Trimaran ASW Frigates, readied their VLS launched SAM missiles. Firebolt Ultra-long Range SAMs were loaded with target data.

Soon sixteen small explosions were seen on the deck as the 8.9m long missiles were cold-launched out of the canisters. Their rocket-ramjet engines engaging when the reached altitude. They streaked off at Mach 6 towards the incoming missiles.

Pretty soon the missiles could be seen dropping of the Skyian radar and IR with bursts of flames. But a single missile managed to break through the screen and speed towards the ships, pretty soon it was being engaged rolling airframe missiles, however, it was a bit too late when the missiles struck home on the last Kh-22, it's warhead had armed and it detonated in a blinding ball of flames on contact with the water, about 5km away from the ship which fired the missile. The 350kT blast could be seen and heard all the way to the shore, it's fireball reached nearly 460m and lasted for 2.8 seconds as anything readily combustable on the decks of the ships bursted into flames, humans received third degree burns, and shadows were literally burned into the hulls of the ships, about two dozen men were killed nearly instantly from the overpressure and heat effects.

Most notable was the loss of 2 frigates who were too close to the blast radius, 1 was actually consumed by the fireball while the other was swamped with water and it's crew nearly all received a lethal radiatio dose from the weapon, another frigate was hit by the disabled frigate and sank below the waves. While primary electronics were protected from the EMP by their shielding, fiberoptics instead of wire and the blasts closeness to the surface, preventing major EMP.

However, the weapon had done damage, losses included 3 'Dolphin'-Class Frigates, and 965 men were dead (765 from the ships, 56 from a helicopter, and 144 from blast and heat effects) with another 40 receiving a lethal doses of radiation and 10 suffering from third degree burns.

No sooner then the the missiles hit and their nuclear fireballs visible did the destroyers launch another salvo of Firebolt SAMs, this time at the TU-22s and TU-160s, numbering twenty four missiles. Twenty were equipped with a large blast fragmentation warhead, but four of them were equipped with 5 kiloton nuclear warheads.

An eye for an eye. Tic for Tac. No one attacked the Republican Navy with nuclear weapons and managed to get away unscratched.

0024 Central Clandonian Time, Victory Presidential Palace, Verdan Way

The quick knocks on the door were followed by a junior minister waking Acting President Lazurus from his sleep, putting on his dressing down he read the report of the sighted nuclear blasts and how some Corporation bombers launched them before they were shot down.

'How many dead?'

'Unknown, its going to be in the thousands I could imagine.'

'We must draft a stern condemnation now, get me someone on the The Silver Sky government. I fear their soldiers may take the frustration out on our own people after this recent incident and the insurgency yesterday.'





Official Clandonian Response

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We uttelry condemn this brutal act of terrorism that was committed against our allies. Even when the Corporation has been expelled they continue their crusade of tyranical evil acts that maim and kill thousands of people. We offer our medical facilites and our hospital vessels to those injured in the blasts and we send our condolences to the friends and famalies of those killed.