NationStates Jolt Archive

Outskirts of Newport

The first of the lead vehicles began to arrive on the outskirts of Newport and the scouts aboard began to disembark. The men had now replaced their assorted headgear with Imperial Army-issue armored helmets and balaclavas. One might never know when the prying eyes of the media were watching, and as mercenaries who were quite possibly about to commit some acts considered attrocities by certain parties, it was best that they go unidentified.

Those troops began to storm nearby buildings while their vehicles established a perimeter, securing the area as a forward staging area for the assault into the city.

Behind those units the first of the tanks began to arrive, and they quickly dispensed of their cargo: more mechanized infantry, further bolstering the perimeter. Finally, further back, the mortar units began to set up, preparing to provide covering fire for the advance into the city.

Relying on intellegence provided by the Wyaticans, the deadly 203mm heavy mortars began to zero in on any local military infrastructure.

All was ready for the assault.

The initial mortar barrage saw sixteen 203mm self-propelled siege mortars firing into the city. Used in the strike were GPS-guided high-explosive shells, relying on both Wyatican and corporate satellites for guidance. They targetted suspected militia strongholds and known locations of military units. Also targetted were enemy C4I assets, that intellegence generously provided by a nearby Wyatican ELINT asset.

The bombardment continued for roughly ten minutes before a translator got on a loudspeaker mounted on one of the CMPLs:

"Attention all citizens! You will exit your homes with your hands above your heads and congregate in the nearest intersection! Failure to comply will result in the summarial execution of you and your family."

As the message was broadcast, the first of the tanks surged forward out of the mercenaries' perimeter, now-dismounted infantry following behind them. The Doomani were hoping for a fight, and if they recieved one, the safety of the civilians could not be garunteed by a long shot...

The emergency broadcast system crackled to life in Newport.

To the Doomani troops entering Newport: Stand down at once. The usage of nuclear weapons has been authorised to destroy the troops entering Newport. Retreat forthwith.

OOC:...you can't have nukes, and you have no C4I to deploy them. And nuking his troops would be bad, because I'd respond in kind. And Praetonia, he commited a hostile act against me by flying bombers over my base and putting ~a battalion or so of troops in front of said base. After all the other shit his government did, I'd say that's a hostile act.

OOC: I'm aware of that. Blustering, anyone? And putting the troops there isn't violating the treaty. To my understanding, only the bases are your sovereign territory. So only flying the aircraft over your base violated treaty. And I think that's a major over-reaction, to completely destroy a city, and not to even call if off after realising that only leaflets were dropped.

The Red Star was a huge Hospital Ship she had been deployed to Eurasia to provide much needed medical aid. She was owned and operated by the Charity War Aid International. She was an exact replica of the USNS Comfort of the United States.

Captain of the ship paced the bridge nervous about what she was about to undertake. Her chain of thought was suddenly broken by her Navigatior:

"Captain we are 30 Miles to British Londium Waters"

The Captain fitted herself a Headset and spoke calmly into it:

"Attention all Coalition Forces This is Captain Emma Ferns of the Hospital Ship Red Star from War Aid International. I am here to provide urgent medical care to the people of Eurasia. I am 27 miles from Eurasian Waters and I request permission to enter and dock. The Red Star is a large hospital ship and is unarmed. I have a crew complement of 1200 and the ship has a bed capacity of 1000. The Vessal has everything a land Hospital has and I would be happy to allow her to boarded and searched by Coalition Forces prior to entering Eurasian Waters. The ship has a helipad and is suitable for all Helicopters. Please Advise Accordingly?"

She took off the headset and spoke over her shoulder:

"Helm Reduce to half speed and continue on present course"

"Ma'am" Came the reply.

The Doomani did not quite know what to make of the Eurasian threat of nuclear weapons- for one, many of them did not even speak English! Orders immediately filed in for the men to don their gas masks, which, rather than featurig a pair of eye holes, instead had one large tinted visor, and snapped snugly right into their helmets: the uniforms they wore were already NBC-safe as it was, due to their preference for biological and chemical weapons, thus with the addition of their gas masks they'd be able to fully operate in the environment they were to soon be fighting in.

Within minutes of the order to equip gas masks, the mortar barrage resumed (now joined by several rapid-fire 125mm self-propelled heavy mortars), firing right into the neighborhoods just ahead of the ones the mercenaries were entering. These shells were equipped with aerosol dispensors containing VX nerve gas.

The 203mm rounds themselves were able to carry quite a bit of gas due to their immense size, thus the area ahead of the troops would be thoroughly saturated with the fiendish toxin. The tanks that had begun to enter the city turned their turrets on the nearest building. The world seemed to stand still for just a moment...

It was then that the coaxial weapons of the tanks began to belch flame: 76mm flamethrowers poured white-hot napalm into the nearby buildings and flame poured through the hallways of the buildings, igniting them from within and causing them to explode as the tanks drove along, the flamethrowers occasionaly ceasing fire to allow for the turrets to target the next building in line.

Meanwhile infantry marched along side of the tanks, tossing thermobaric hand grenades into the buildings they passed to further add to the destruction. These grenades utilized a two-stage detonation, first saturating the target with flammable gas, a secondary explosion ignited it, draining the room of oxygen and causing a severe overpressure in the room, completely crushing any human beings unforunate enough to be within while incinerating them at the same time.

Grenadiers fired thermobaric rounds into the windows of higher-up rooms with their semi-automatic DACU.41 grenade launchers, pumping rounds into the buildings, while other troops lit up anyone foolish enough to make a dash into the street.

As this occured, the mortar tracks continued to pour chemical rounds into the neighborhoods ahead of the Doomani advance. However, Sulla was still warry of the Eurasian threat, and had ordered his dismounted scouts to head into nearby basements to take cover in the event of a nuclear retaliation. Even if the Eurasians were foolish enough to use nuclear weapons on their own city, there would still likely be a few Doomani left to continue on the fight...

These men were not waging a war: they were waging an extermination.

OOC:I was speaking from the perspective of my government, so I should have clarified that. And I didn't..try..to destroy the entire city, you tend to vastly overstate damage. I was merely attacking radio towers and the like, to cripple your government's ability to command it's troops. And as long a you're blustering, that's fine. Just making sure.

IC:
Whyatican Military Base Bravo
"General Singh, Doomanis reporting threat of nuclear weapons." the comm officer yelled, and all become silent briefly.

"Radio back that they don't have any, it's an empty threat." Singh yelled back, and added, "Get an air patrol over Newport, take out the communications and cover the mercenary advance. How is the advance in Kensington moving?"

"Slowly, General. The infantry brigades are reporting resistance in some neighborhoods, we've taken approximately thirty casualties." another communications man said, muting his radio with his hand.

This needs to pick up speed..now.. Singh thought, and said, "All infantry units, begin quarantine of individual sections of Kensington. Institute martial law, force everyone in their homes. Shoot only if shot at. Halt the sweep of every home, move to secure the block then a thorough search comes later."

Double-taps from every unit commander came back from his earpiece, and he mumbled to himself, "I'm going to catch shit for this one.."

Kensington Front
Infantry that were engaged in searching individual houses suddenly broke off, leaving the houses and hopping back onboard halftracks and APCs, and began advancing to pre-determined borders. They would secure the external borders of each 'sector' of Kensington, and as reinforcements arrived from the other bases, they would begin a thorough sweep inward, destroying insurgency and former military of Eurasia. Small amounts of resistance from former police forces, security, mercenaries, and soldiers popped up, but with three divisions of soldiers advancing through Kensington, they would be crushed with sheer weight of numbers. The ruined palace was the centerpiece of the advance, as holding that would signify the Coalition rule over Eurasia.

Whyatican Military Base Bravo
A deafening roar was heard through the airfield as three wings, fifteen fighters, lifted off from the runways and immediately turned around, heading to the city of Newport to give air support to the Doomani advance. Several attack helicopters were being fueled and armed to give further assistance - They were expressly ordered NOT to participate in the slaughter, but if a serious armoured or airborne threat appeared, neutralise it. The Whyatican military's hands would remain as clean as possible.

Shells scattered marble and brick all over the city of Newport. The once grand Royal Navy vessels slowly sunk into the choppy, tropical waters of Capitalis Bay. Oil pipelines were fractured by the Doomani advance, petroleum coating the buildings, setting fire to all in its path.

Klaxons still blared, though most police constables laid on the streets, not as men and women of Eurasia, but as lifeless corpses, blood oozing from their cadavers. The emergency broadcast system still trumpeted orders and directives.

All citizens, please take cover. All military and police personnel, move to grid six alpha to counter Doomani troops. Action stations, action stations.

Not a soul stirred in response. Most individuals were busy fleeing or surrendering to the Doomanis.

EDITED: Misread your post, thought your troops actualy mobilized. Fixed :)

DoomCorp XXVI Independant Millenium Mobile Command Post

Sulla grunted at the lack movement of enemy troops. Of course he had full access to Whyatican satellite feed. They were playing right into his hands, the fools...

Meanwhile, the troops that had been pulled into the basement were able to exit them with the assurance that the Eurasians were not in possession of nuclear weapons and quickly mounted up in their vehicles to reinforce the Doomani advance.

The steamroller-advance of the Doomani armor and infantry was absolute and unrelenting- most that surrendered were simply incinerated on sight by the flamethrowers of the Imperator-U tanks, or mowed down or bayoneted by the infantry. They continued to push their way across down, killing everything in sight. The severed heads of killed Europans were mounted on spikes along the front of the tanks of the infantry, even as they advanced, if only to add to the pure psychological element; others took heads, scalps, and ears as trophies, lashing them to their belts.

The scene was one from a nightmare: men, women, and children, severely charred and burned, still on fire, ran out of homes screaming in agony, only to be shot and stabbed by the mercenaries, who offered quarter to no-one. Anyone foolish to show their face on the street was met by a hail of rifle and machinegun fire from the infantry, or even a jet of flame from the tanks, totally vaporizing them. No matter where you looked, one could not escape the carnage of the Newport Massacre.

Occasionaly the tanks would let rip from their massive 165mm demolitions guns, capapble of totally decimating a building, if only to add to the destruction. The Doomani were utterly merciless and vicious: none were spared. Killing was mere amusmement to these men.

Again, loudspeakers blasted from the tanks:

"Attention Newport Government: We demand your immediate and unconiditional surrender. We will not cease fire until you have met our demands. For the sake of your citizens, surrender immediately."

The wind howled in Newport, silence permeating the streets. A police constable staggered through the razed city of Newport.

"Police Constable Stabler, reporting," he gasped into his radio. "Enemy...troops...advancing towards city hall...reinforcements needed."

He dropped to the ground, dead.

The emergency broadcast system crackled to life once more.

Doomani troops, we hereby surrender unconditionally.

Almost robotically the fire ceased. Doomani mercenaries mere nanometers away from squeezing off bursts on helpless civilians instantly stopped, snapping to port-arms. Tanks that had been the process of pouring fire into buildings simply ceased, allowing the structures to slowly, quietly collapse amidst the flame. Without a word said, the squads formed up in perfect formation behind the tanks and they slowly advanced through the streets of the ruined city in parade-manner.

Some of the men had been totally soaked in the blood of their victims; the fronts of the tanks were covered in blood and gore from the heads mounted on them and the Eurasians they had crushed beneath their mighty steel bodies. The slaughter had been almost mindless, and yet it had been done with disturbing effieciency and precision.

Getting on the line with Singh, Sulla spoke over the radio, "This is Sulla, we've taken Newport, moving on to next objective, over."

He had said it so simply. In a matter of hours an entire city had crumbled before the advance of a small force of mercenaries. This was precisely why the Doomani had been hired by the Whyaticans: A Legacy of Brutality.

The troops formed up in the city square. City hall would be left to the Whyaticans to secure, but for now the Doomani would rest a few moments. They took this oppurtunity to deal one last psycological blow to the Europans:

Literally thousands of freshly severed heads had been collected by the Doomani, stuffed in large baskets mounted on the tanks and taken as trophies by the mercs. Pins were pulled from the bottoms of the baskets, allowing their sinister cargo to be spilled all over the town square.

Thousands of freshly severed heads, many of them horrfically burned, others still clearly showing the expression of sheer terror of the person it had belonged to; others were broken open, the brains spilling out, eyes missing, noses and ears crudely torn off. They were piled up high, and neatly. The stench of rotting and burning flesh dominated the air; it was truely putrid. Civilians had been rounded up and herded into the city square. A centurion spoke up to them:

"Let this be a lesson to you: any who stand in our path shall be crushed without mercy. If given the chance to surrender, take it. Do not end up like these poor fools," he motioned to one of the massive mounds of skulls.

With those simple words spoken, the men, assembled in perfect formation, executed precise movements and marched in perfect step back of the ramps of their infantry tanks. Slowly the armored vehicles pulled back onto the road, filing out of the city in a vast, bloody convoy of death.

Their next target: the City of Devonport. Hopefully these people would be more wise and surrender off the bat.

Of course they had allowed word of the carnage to reach that city through various means. The people of Devonport would know full well what fate would befall them should their government refuse to surrender immediately.

Devonport, Eurasia

Mayor Hargrove mused over the news of the Doomani advance on Devonport.

"Sir, the Doomani are exiting the city of Newport, and they should be crossing the point eight kilometre Green Belt momentarily," reported the Commissioner of the Devonport Metropolitan Police. "Our police forces have mobilised, with barricades being built now. We've got CO19 commandos everywhere, and we're beginning to distribute caltrops and Czech hedgehogs in key locations."

"Very well," replied the Mayor. "May Allah be with us."

Outskirts of Devonport

Once more the heavy armor began to form a line outside of the target city, disgourging their deadly cargo of mercenary infantry, who proceeded to take up defensive positions around the vehicles. These men rapidly took up firing positions, quickly picking out any visual targets, but held their fire.

Meanwhile the mortars began to move into position in the rear area. Hopefully none of it would be needed and Devonport would surrender without the need for bloodshed. Once more a translator's voice boomed over tank-mounted loudspeakers:

"Attention Devonport, surrender immediately or you shall suffer the same fate as Newport. This is your last chance. Surrender now and all shall recieve full quarter."

Mayor Hargrove could faintly see the lines of the Doomani troops from his office.

"Commissioner," he stated. "This is ridiculous. If we put up a fight, the Doomanis will kill us all. I have orders from the President, sent from his secure bunker in Allah-only-knows-where to surrender. Stand down your fucking troops."

"Yes, sir," grumbled the Commissioner.

Doomani troops: all police and military forces are standing down. No resistance will be made by this government, the speakers blared.

"All Eurasian military and police personel, deposit your arms in the nearest intersection and proceed towards the nearest patrol with your hands behind your head. All citizens, remain indoors. Follow these instructions and none shall be harmed," came the response from the mercenary loudspeakers.

The infantry were the first to enter the city this time, marching through the streets of the conquered city in a staggered tactical formation, constantly scanning for anyone that looked like they were going to take a shot at them. They'd removed their gas masks by now and wore only balaclavas and sun glasses on their heads with their helmets. They marched with perfect precision and the sharp clacking of thousands of boots echoed through the streets, while the sound of diesel engines and rolling treads set the background noise.

Their bayonets shimmered in the sun, a grim reminder that these men were fully prepared to butcher anyone foolish enough to resist. When enemy police or soldiers approached to surrender (if they indeed followed the orders of the conquering Doomani), the mercs would level their rifles, bayonets fixed, trained on the men, and slowly approach the surrendering Europans.

They would be forced to the ground, their hands secured behind their backs with their own handcuffs before being blindfolded and pulled back to their feet. The prisoners were smartly rounded up into groups and forced into tight, improvised formations, and lead down the street towards the city square. There they would be lined up in several rows and forced to kneel, and were ordered to lean forward and keep their heads low to the ground.

In this way a spectacle was made of the Europan soldiers before their own citizens.

The buildings around the city square were soon siezed by Doomani forces, the inhabitants temporarily forced into their basements, and machinegunners and marksmen took up firing positions in the windows. If anyone was foolish enough to attempt an escape, they'd soon be cut down, but the Doomani found that rather unlikely. Meanwhile, guards patrolled along the lines of prisoners, keeping a close eye.

As this was going on, Sulla's command vehicle entered the town square, Sulla boldly riding on the roof and hoping off once the tank came to a stop in front of City Hall. At his left hip hung a Gladius, a revolver in a leather holster on his right. He wore finely polished jackboots and dark grey digital-pattern BDUs, his body armor's segmented shoulder guards giving him the look of a Roman soldier. The Imperial Army-issue helmet that he wore had a red vertical crest along the top, siginifying him as an officer.

He stepped through the main entrance, removing his helmet and tucking it under his right arm as he entered.

"I wish to meet with the Mayor," he said in a thick accent to the Europan government workers.

"Ye..ye...yes, sir," stammered the government official. "He'll...he'll b-b-be down here sh-sh-shor-tly."

Great. Third day on the job, and this is what I get? Stupid karma, he thought. The official pressed a button on the top of the desk and spoke into a two way radio.

"Mr. Hargrove, sir? It's Killekenny, sir. Er, there's some Doomanis who want to see you."

The man turned back to the soldier.

"Er, he'll be d-d-down in-n-n a second."

The elevator doors opened a minute later, the mayor stepping out, straightening his tie.

Sulla, a broad grin on his scarred face, strolled over to the mayor, giving him a firm, business handshake.

"Mayor Hargrove, I presume? I am Tribune Sulla, commander of this unit. I thank you for your swift action this day, you saved many countless lives," he spoke calmly in a business-like tone.

Sulla technically was not a Tribune, as that was a position that could only be given by the Senate. He had held the position previously and had given it up upon his retirement from the Imperial Army- however, he still used the title.

"My men and I are most...pleased at this outcome. Such a shame, the fate that befell Newport..." he allowed his voice to trail off and began to walk about the hall, "It seems you were far wiser than than the Mayor of Newport."

As he spoke, more mercenaries began to enter City Hall, fanning out throughout the building, searching for any police or military officials. Any that were found were swiftly siezed, bound, blindfolded, and led out the front entrance with a pair of mercenaries tightly gripping each arm, past Sulla and the mayor as they spoke. On the outside, ladders had been errected going to the roof of town hall, and the men were in the process of draping two massive Whyatican banners from the building.

Mayor Hargrove looked crestfallenly at his fellow Eurasians being treated in such a manner by the Doomanis.

"Tribune," said Hargrove cautiously. "Do the Whyaticans mean to take control of Eurasia? After all, the banners..." His voice trailed off.

"Honestly, Mister Mayor, I am not certain. My employers business is their business alone, and I have little interest in meddling in their affairs. However, I feel it is safe to assume they plan on replacing your current government," he replied, quite honestly.

SIC:

Secure Military Bunker
Somewhere in Eurasia

"Mr. President, enemy troops have seized a large part of Victoria," reported Minister of Defence Crompton.

"Tell all citizens of Eurasia to cooperate," Sinclair replied.

IC:

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Statement of the Government of the Britannic Commonwealth

People of Eurasia:

For the benefit of all of Eurasia, please, cooperate fully with Coalition forces. Surrender when they enter our cities, and provide absolutely no resistance.

To the Coalition nations:

Let me assure you that there was no intent to attack Whyatican or Coalition bases. The bombers flying overhead were filled with leaflets, nothing more. I urge that the military action cease, since it started over a mere misunderstanding.

SIC:

HSBC Tower
Westminster

The government, after the horrific assault upon Kensington, had scattered. The President, Chancellor of the Exchequer, Foreign Minister, and Defence Minister had fled on the nationwide monorail system, to a secure, underground bunker along the coast. In all probability, they most likely fled on a submarine to a friendly nation. That left Vice President Yañez in control. He relocated the government offices to Westminster, turning HSBC Tower into the government's home.

"What do we do?" asked Yañez. "Our President has ordered us to stand

down, but the Doomanis continue their advance on our cities in the south."

"We have no choice but to obey," replied the Minister for Justice.

"Never!" shouted the Minister for the Home Office, Tejas Yuhjijad. "We can't let them win. At the very least, Ganapati must be secured."

"I concur," stated the Vice President. "Recall all police forces and military personnel. Have them fall back to Kensington, Waddington, and Ganapati."

IC:

RAF Waddington
Anshar, Eurasia

"Oh, dear god!" gasped a radar technician as he looked at his radar screen, illuminated by thousands of dots. "Sir, sir! You've got to fucking see this!"

"Excellent," replied his supervisor.

"But what does it mean?"

"Our troops from Eostre and Victoria are pulling back to Kensington, the north, and here. We're a staging ground for the percentage of troops going to Westminster and whatnot."

RAF planes took off from their runways, circling over head to provide cover.

Kensington

"Go, go, go!"

Seven divisions of troops, fully armed, coming from all over Victoria, marched into Kensington, fortifying the city, erecting all the defences they could. Kensington would be Eurasia's once more.

((I apologize profusely for having not posted in a while))

Terrence Air Force Base
Twenty Miles Outside Kensington

"So the Whyaticans hired Doomanis to do their dirty work.", General Richard Weatherby said plainly as he dropped an intelligence report to his desk while he stood up. "And I thought things could only get better from here on out."
"Yes, sir, I agree. Things are starting to look down again.", his aide de camp replied. "Cravna's ordered us to hold our bases if the situation continues to escalate, unless otherwise specifically requested by the rest of the Coalition."

Weatherby walked to the window in his office, formerly the office of a high-ranking Eurasian officer no doubt. He watched as a pair of CF-1 Thanatos fighters taxied into their hardened air shelters, ground crews scrambling to perform routine maitenence. Meanwhile an M20 Mackall and two M4 Spartans moved along their patrol route on the distant base perimeter, scanning the horizon for any possible hostile activity.

"Keep me posted on the situation. And until something changes, I want Cravanian forces in the theatre at full combat readiness. Nothing gets through, nobody leaves the bases... Vacation's over."
"Yes, sir, I'll have the orders relayed now."

With a flash his aide left the room, and made his way to the communications building. The base was already on full alert, with troops performing drills in the central grassy square and combat air patrols being executed 'round the clock. The roar from two CF-2 Abaddon interceptors resonated across the hills, showing that although their presence outside their bases was reduced, the Cravanians were still in Eurasia, and could strike at any moment in support of their coalition allies.

Weatherby sighed. First he had to worry about the insurgency. Now he even had to worry about some of his own allies.

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Combat Air Patrol Alpha-Foxtrot-One
Over Kensington
Lieutenant Jake "Jammer" Cowley
Lieutenant Kathryn "Shadowkat" Miles

"Approaching cruising altitude. You see anything yet, Jam?"
"Nothing, Kat. Scopes are clear."

The two F-2 Abaddon air superiority fighters cruised through the clouds, making their way over Kensington while patrolling the area. Everything was going according to the usual routine, and little was different today even though Imperial forces were at a higher alert status.

"So what're you doing when your rotation's over, Kat?"
"I've been thinking of catching up on my sleep. I've been running around the clo-"

Miles' navigational aid uttered a low tone, causing her to look to her RADAR displays.

"Jammer, I've got fuckloads of contacts going up further east. Looks like they're over Waddington."
"IFF tags?"
"They're Eurasian."

Fuck... Cowley thought to himself. I better get this verified. He switched his radio over quickly.

"AWACS Thunderhead, this is Alpha-Foxtrot-One requesting a look at the skies over Waddington."
"Copy that, Alpha-Foxtrot-One, we'll feed your scopes right away."

Information was updated, and Cowley's fears were confirmed. The Eurasians were mobilising to make a move.

"Muchas Gracias, Thunderhead. Alpha-Foxtrot-One out."

He and Kat banked right, and headed north to Terrence AFB. It was entirely possible the Eurasians would make a thrust for their old base, and the Cravanians weren't about to hand it over. Immediately the word was sent to Cravanian forces around Eurasia that hostilities were quite possible.

Three kilometres offshore Waddington

"Shit," muttered Admiral Dalton, leading the fleet en route to Waddington. "Cravanian fighters overhead. Looks like we get no reprieve. Redirect the course to Ganapati. We'll have to forego Waddington. Tell the fighters that we aren't landing on Waddington - have them cover the troops in Kensington."

Stupid intel, he thought. It said that Cravan wasn't on the island.

((OOC: I think I either misread or you did. I'm over Kensington with a standard, non-hostile air patrol. Where are your aircraft exactly? I know you have forces going in to reinforce Kensington. I'm just kinda confused atm.))

OOC: The aircraft are in the strait between the main island and Waddington, circling over the island of Waddington.

Interim Headquarters of the Eurasian Government
Westminster

"Mr. Vice President, status report."

"Well, carry on."

"All troops have been successfully moved. A million combat troops in Ganapati, and two hundred thousand more in Kensington. Roughly. We had to abandon Waddington - too much Coalition interference. RAF aircraft have also been recalled to bases in Kensington and Ganapati, and we have the Royal Navy defending those areas as well."

"Excellent. Make sure that all troops are clear that there should be no weapons fire unless they are fired upon first. We don't want to continue the conflict, just secure the capital and the north."

Skyian Army Base 'Beta-V', 1st Field Army, IV Corps

All around the huge, and vaguely star-shaped, base thousands of troops moved about, manning defensive positions, loading SAM batteries and defensive guns, and moving tanks behind defensive barriers. This had happened as soon as the Skyians got wind from Whyatican Command of potential Eurasian Hostilities.

The fort, one of seven on the island of Victoria and one of ten throughout all of Eurasia, was hunkering down and going on the defensive, however, so far the Eurasians had yet to make a move at the bases, most likely because each base housed about 189,800 troops, yes, 10 whole divisions, making a grand total of 1,898,000 Skyian Ground Troops throughout Victoria and Eostre.

No wonder the Eurasians had decide not to aggravate the Skyian Commanders, however, striking out at Whyaticans, and then bringing all their forces back to Waddington and Ganapati.

Allowing that amount of Eurasian troops to mass in such an area was just asking for disaster, the situation needed to be handled, transports from Eostre and Troops from Southern Victoria needed to be cut off and contained. Well, what

Of course, this fell on the fastest troops available, the Attack Helicopters, all 5,600 of them.

All over the bases thousands of SAH-33 "Peregrine" Next Generation Attack Helicopters started their engines and began to lift into the air, their mission was to keep Eurasian Troops bottled up southwest of Hillingdon/Chichester/Hammersmith Line along Southern Victoria. Well, whatever forces hadn't left yet, which was few if any.

As they took off so did 128 A-102C Stormcrow II Close Support Aircraft, laden with tankbuster missiles, 30mm gattlings and rocket pods, they would patrol the same area as the helicopters, they would also, in conjunction with UCAVs, designate targets for the next level of fighters, the 216 F-7As and 216 E/F- or F/B-177As, which would use long range air to ground missiles and laser guided bombs.

These were protected by 1152 F/A-6D Super Wraith Air Supremacy Fighters, designed to beat back any air assault and offer an added threat to ground troops.

Also in the air, were 16 E-128A AWACs and 16 E-128G J-STAR aircraft, which coordinated the whole thing, each protected by 4 F/A-6Ds, the E-128Gs broadcasted over all available frequencies to Eurasian Troops, telling them to stand down and surrender to allied troops, who, while still at base were suiting up for combat, they also warned that any force which tried to breech the Hillingdon/Chichester/Hammersmith Line would be fired upon and destroyed without thought.

Operation Hammer Strike was underway. Soon 25 Marine Divisions would be rumbling down the highway to Kensington.

Skyian Naval Base 'Alpha-E', 4th Field Army, XIX Corps

Another of these forces, Air Divisions, was in reserve, ready to replace any planes their buddies lost.

Another of these Air Divisions were based in Eostre, and like their Victorian Brothers, they too scrambled. They attempted to intercept any air transport and sea transports attempting to flee to Waddington. Again, messages were sent over any frequency to Eurasian Troops, urging them to stand down and return to base, and warning that any military vessel or airplane that left 100km from shore would be destroyed outright. Soon 15 divisions would rumbling down the roads, with helicopter cover, to secure the island and capture any remaining Eurasian troops.

Eurasian Waters, Between Victoria and Eostre, 200km Southeast of Hillingdon

Of course, the Hostile Takeover Inc. 4th Battle Fleet was still around, however, they had been joined by the 3rd Battle Fleet, effectively doubling their numbers and strength.

As soon as the Eurasians had started to gather their forces, the Fleets had been alerted and plotted a course towards Waddington, they would not however go on a direct route, they would instead proceed in a big right swing, towards the Victoria/Waddington Strait, in the process cutting off remaining forces from Eostre from getting to Waddington, their objective from their would be to head too Kensington and cut it off from the sea.

However, the Hostile Takeover Inc. Forces, headed by Admiral Jack Repper, a Velkyan under HT Inc. Employment, wanted to get a close look at what was happening, so, a force of 236 F-8B 'Super Phoenix' Naval Air Supremacy Fighters was scrambled, along with 96 F/B and E/F-177A and 4 EV-22C 'Osprey Eye' Tiltrotor AWACS Aircraft. They were to tail the Eurasian Fleet/Air Forces that were leaving Waddington.

The force approached the Eurasian gathering point as the EV-22C's powerful APY-62 Airborne LPI Radar scanned the area ahead, identifing and tracking the Eurasian Aircraft.

"How's the situation up their boys?" Came Admiral Reppers voice over the lead F-8B's radio.

"Not so good sir," Came the response from Captain Eva 'Sting Ray' Morray, her sweet voice a stark contrast to the machine of war she was currently piloting. "We've got a large amount of Eurasian Contacts, along with two Cravanian Fighters, they seem to be bugging out though."

"Hmm, not good, can you get me an update on numbers and types?" Responded Admiral Repper.

"Yes, sir, let me get in touch with the AWACs." Said Captain Morray as she flipped the transmitter to laser, which allowed her to have encrypted secret burst transmissions with allied fighters.

"This is 'Sting Ray' to AWACs 'Night Light', come in 'Night Light'." She spoke into the 'radio', errr 'ladio'.

"Roger that 'Sting Ray', this is 'Night Light', how can we be of service?" Came the response.

"I need updated information on number of enemy planes and their types, send it to command and me, over and out."

"Roger that ma'am, sending data........now."

As soon as the word was said data began to feed it's self to Captain Morray's battlenet screen, she began to go over it, but the exact number of enemy aircraft were unable to be determined, as were the types, because of the long distance.

"'This is 'Sting Ray' to 'Night Light', I need you to burn through the jamming, I wanna make sure this ain't a trap, and tell Admiral Repper to get another two wings of fighters into the air to meet us." Ordered Captain Morray, who changed the channel before the AWACs could respond, she changed over the 'general communications' and sent a message to the whole air fleet.

"This is Captain Morray, all planes form up and keep in a holding pattern till reinforcements arrive, AWACs, keep scanning and identifing, over and out.'

OOC: They aren't at Waddington, so that attack is gone, and my troops have already crossed the line you referenced, if you'd read my last post. And what's up with the jamming? I'm certainly not jamming anybody, since I'm not attacking anybody. Furthermore, why are you attacking me, since I already issued an apology and ordered my troops to stand down, which they have.

OOC: Well, I missed that, and I had started this post about 12:30 jolt time, so much before you posted your last post, and about the jamming I apparently miss read Cravan's post, I thought you were jamming, now I know that 'Jammer' was a call sign. X.x And your troops haven't stood down, their still moving and deploying.

OOC: To my understanding, "stand down" means "cease offensive action". I could be wrong, but when I wrote it, that's what I meant, and moving troops in my own country is hardly offensive.

OOC: Yes, you are right, but as far as my commanders know, which at this point isn't much, you're just gearing up for an assault by consolidating your forces. Anyway, I digress, I'll edit my posty.

Communiqué to the Skyian Forces
From Admiral Dalton, Eurasian Royal Navy

Do not attack the Eurasian troops heading towards Kensington and Ganapati. They will not open fire on any Coalition forces unless the Coalition attacks them. They are merely securing the capital so that it is safe enough to relocate the government once more.

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Imperial Democracy of Whyatica
All Imperial soldiers have been ordered to halt the advance, as well as the Doomani mercenaries. Imperial troops will assist in the securing of Kensington and other cities, and there will be no hostilities in the case that Eurasian troops do not fire upon Coalition fighting men. As the hostilities were a case of misunderstandings at best, the Imperial government has agreed to pay the total sum of reconstruction damage to Kensington once more, and asks for an impartial election observation firm to observe the elections in Eurasia, although the Imperial government strongly advises that said elections be held off until sense is made of the current situation.

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Statement of the Government of the Britannic Commonwealth of Eurasia

The Whyatican offer is more than acceptable. The elections will not be delayed, however, due to the fact that there would be considerable civil unrest as a result. Fortunately, the elections are not for another six months.