NationStates Jolt Archive

OCC: This is the invasion thread for my nation.

Saint Augustine Mountain Complex

Everywhere, klaxons blared. Men who were busy relaxing, jumped from their beds as thouge they had suffered the shock of their life. They ran quickly to their various stations, some jumping on computers, some runningo their aircraft, others in silos awaiting orders. F-29's and bombers and various other aircraft took off, from runways hidden in the mountains. Massive doors slammed shut, designed to protect the complex from a 75-megaton nuclear warhead. SAM sites and Thor lasers were readied. The men were tense, ready.

The Battle Control System was actually a room, a super-giant room located in the center of the mountain complex. This, was the primary never center of the entire TPF Armed Forces. Two giant monitors blared DEFCOM 2. General Marshal, Supreme Commander, was busy sending orders to the various military posts. Everywhere, men were awake and alert ready to fight. Marshal was connected to the president, who was in the Situation Room, deep below the Presidental Mansion. In addition to the president, he was in contact with the commanding officers of the various services, including the Marines, Army, Navy, and Air Force, along with the commander of the Space and Cyber forces, both members of the Air Force and located in the Complex.


" Alright, Bob, what are we doing to prepare for the attack?" asked President Manstein.
" Sir, we have all forces, including nuclear, on full alert, almost all aircraft are in the air or on two-minute alert. All Coastal Defenses are ready to go. The Air-defense networks are all up and running, and we are deploying the Apollo ballons. Ground forces are revoking weekend passes, and most are getting ready to move out. All services have calld up the Reserves, and they are getting ready, but it will take time, especially for the Army and to a certain extent, the Marines. Space forces are on full alert. Stock Markets are closed. All of our Military telecommuncations that are reyled from space have been moved to the Fiber-Optic networks. As much of the civilian networks have been re-routed to the Emergency Communcations System, as possible but we could only re-rout ten percent. Reserve Sat's are ready to fly. We have put Operation Swordfish into effect."
" What of the Zeus platforms, Bob?"
" All five are operational and targeting any enemy Spy Sats and preparing to repel enemy missile attack."
" And the Costal Defenses?"
" As reday as they can be, sir. All Railguns and weapons are warm, men awake and in postion."
" Iv'e talked to your Personal Marine escort and they've assured me your ready to be moved, if need be?"
" Yes, bob." sai Manstein.
" Good."
" Now what?"
" We Wait."

The PeoplesFreedom

The PeoplesFreedom was one of the founding members of EVIL, long considered to be a 'pillar of the alliance'. A part of the back bone so to speak. However now that had all changed with the cowardly withdraw and betrayal by their former friends. But there were remanents inside the country... there were men inside the cities. Coalitionist Soldiers, 150,000 in all, spread in dense concentrations among three cities. New Atlanta, TPF City, and Saint Peter's, each with 50,000 Coalitionist Legionaires positioned inside them, along with various armored vehicles and artillery. Their friends had betrayed them... they had declared war against their brothers. And now, they would pay for it.

TPF City

"What? Sir you're breaking up, im not making you out. What did you just say?!", shouted Lieutenant Fitzgerald as he clasped his ear piece deeper into his head. The abandoned store front he now used as the district HQ was armed to the teeth, sand bag walls lining both the inside and outside of the concrete building, not to mention the wooden planks and steel beams supporting the structure. "You want me to what?!", continued the middle aged Legionnaire. The various soldiers standing in the room looked at each other uneasily, nervously grasping their assault rifles. "The bloody hell would I do that for? They're our bloody allies! The rebels are dead!", shouted the officer into his mouth piece. "But sir-", he continued, being cut off by a rather angry sounding voice on the other side. "Alright sir... but... ok sir... I understand sir. Right away sir." The Lieutenant picked up his weapon and nodded for two men to follow him into the next room. Within thirty minutes, every soldier in TPF had been informed of the situation. The PeoplesFreedom had betrayed them. They were siding with the Enemy Coalition, and had just launched nuclear missiles at Kroando, killing millions in the initial strike. The soldiers of Kroando were now without homes... due to these, these people.

It began swiftly. Legionaires, soldiers and Marc Troops alike spread out throughout the city. Taking up positions on street corners, inside and ontop of buildings, it was all very odd, alot of activity for such a peaceful time. However the civilians of the city walked about as they always did, it was about lunch time after all. "Fire at will." The world had condemned the Imperial Coalition of Kroando as evil, even when they had done no wrong. But if the history books would mark the people of Kroando as evil... by god would they be evil.

Bullets poured out of every gun into every direction. .50 Calibre Machine guns posted on rooftops opened up, cutting down swaths of people simply walking the side walks. Soldiers in windows, scattered throughout the city opened fire, pouring lead unto civilian vehicles below, firing and hurling grenades unto the densely populated streets of the city. Legionnaires, one moment standing next to a man at a cross walk raised his assault rifle and squeezed the trigger, cutting them down as quickly as possible. Tanks, Kraken II's with 155mm Guns roared, firing high explosive shells into sky scrapers were common sites as demolition soldiers scurried around the city, planting C4 charges around the support structures of various buildings, and blowing them, long before they were evacuated. ID-57's (http://z14.invisionfree.com/Kroando_Tech_Inc/index.php?showtopic=1) rang out, spewing hot lead in disgusting amounts into the air, tearing through wood, concrete and flesh alike, simply wreaking havoc. Mortars rang out with no particular targets, 88mm's, 91mm's, 107mm's, firing explosives of all varients at whatever they saw. Houses, apartment complexes, whatever... simply firing away. Humvee's behind sand bag walls cut down any civilians or enemy soldiers in view... it was to be hell. Infantry hurling EastCHN hand grenades were often biggest fear though, as once this grenade neared you, fire was your demise. Flamable liquid spewed out, and soon the grenade began to spin in circles. Seconds later, it ignited, flames spewing in all directions for over 25 feet. 'Flame Troops' as they were called were equally ferocious, sticking their flame throwers into apartment rooms, and burning them out in seconds. G-24 Strikers fired Surface-to-Surface Missiles into buildings, vehicles and civilian clusters. The capabilities of modern warfare were realized... warfare that had no fear of political retribution, warfare with but one objective. To kill. And with such a large population (over 30,000,000) there were plenty of people to kill.

However there was something much more important to be done, the placing of RADAR interfering beacons. Beacons which did nothing but skew radio frequencies were deployed throughout the city in order to slow the TPF notification of their military forces throughout the nation. But one frequency was not hit, a private guarded channel used by the Kroandan Military.

Ah, and as if all this in TPF City was not enough... it was going on in three cities. TPF City, New Atlanta, and Saint Peter's.

Forces deployed in each city

50,000 Coalitionist Legionnaires
~Kevlar Suite
~C1 Assault Rifle
x1 EastCHN Hand Grenade
x2 Frag Grenades
~Side Arm
~Gas Mask/Head Gear
Etc.
x100 ID-57 Decimators
x150 Kraken II's
x600 Humvee's with mounted .50cal/automatic grenade launcher/rocket launcher
x200 Stryker APC's
x300 Transport Trucks

OOC: Just a statement of intention; I will be invading TPF, but all today has been for me is this big war, and more and more deployments needing to be written up... I'll get around to this.

Last I checked, TPF was a former member of GASN...Among others, so I'd have this event under some sort of observation.
I also keep an eye on the Pudites...
Resistance shall be stiffer this time around...

A nuke launch would very much get my attention BTW...

****Secret Message to the TPF Government****



From: The Legion



Are you in need of military assistance? The Foreign Legion would gladly send troops to fight for your defense. For a price of course, but think of the additional trained troops you could gain for your defense?


Think about it and get back to us.

~Maréchal de France Pierre Louis

Last I checked, TPF was a former member of GASN...Among others, so I'd have this event under some sort of observation.
I also keep an eye on the Pudites...
Resistance shall be stiffer this time around...

A nuke launch would very much get my attention BTW...
OOC:
I guess the first thing I'd rationally do is ask TPF why he fired nukes, as I wouldn't be looking too closely at his cities...

IC:
Diplomatic message
To: ThePeoplesFreedom
From: People's Republic Of Hurtful Thoughts

We have become aware that you have launched a number of nuclear weapons upon another nation's forces. We would like to enquire the nature of this unprovoked attack immediately. We have already dispatched a peacekeeping fleet towards your shores to prevent further conflict.

Since you were a former GASN, we shall keep this nuclear incedent covered until we get the whole story, othwerwise, you'd already be glassed..

OOC2: I still don't use nukes, so figuring out the 2nd part could be rather flimsy...

At Sea, Roughly Three-Thousand Miles off The People's Freedom, Occupation Fleet Theta, It Begins...
The Pudite Occupation Fleets Theta and Iota crashed through the open surf, ivory white paint gleaming as the sunlight reflected off the waves. Thousands of uniform white bows crested the horizon, stretched for miles through the ocean, each separate fleet moving in the gigantic crescent formation integral to the Dominion's floating fortress doctrine.

From the observation tower aboard his Vengeance-class supercarrier Fleet Admiral Goriashka Abakumov surveyed his charges, the Theta battle group. Floating alongside his own ship, the Third Revolution were five more of its kind, surrounded by more than a dozen large battleships, and six dreadnought-sized craft, their impressive guns dwarfing even the largest carrier of the fleet. Should'a taken one 'o those, he thought to himself...

Meanwhile, far behind the Third Revolution and its commander, in the rear of the formation, was, ironically, the tip of the Pudite sword. Here floated the first examples of the newly completed Torrent-class arsenal ships, thirty-five of them, all sailing abreast just inside the picket escorts. Each of these ships was a fleet in itself, with over thirteen-hundred VLS tubes and supporting missile equipment, it was capable of striking fear into a population from thousands of miles away, and that was what they now planned to do...

Of the thirteen VLS blocks onboard each Torrent-class, three had been replaced onboard each ship with larger systems, designed for the firing of the domestic TD-ALM-7 long-Range Cruise Missiles. In seconds Fleet Admiral Abakumov's sky would be darkened as a cloud of massive tactical cruise missiles dimmed the sun. In all, there were over ten-thousand five-hundred heavy missiles slicing through the lower atmosphere, their sonic booms following in their wake as they sped onwards towards their targets... In minutes the people of the People's Freedom would awake to a rather unpleasant sight, that is, the sight of their port cities burning beneath hundreds of tons of high explosive...

It was to be a largely military strike, with the most missiles targeting the most obvious concentrations of armed ships and military port facilities. The missiles were to be divided amongst the three most prominent targets, raining down three-thousand and five-hundred missiles, each carrying a five-hundred and twenty kilogram high-explosive warhead. Due to the nature of their design, they will only cripple entirely the smallest of craft, but the powerful explosion is still capable of disabling deck adornments such as smaller guns, missile systems, and radar and communications instillations, as well as command towers and aircraft carrier decks.

However, these missiles will also be falling upon the cities themselves, designed to cause the most casualties and panic as is possible in a short time, that is, allot. Entire city blocks will be wiped off the map as hundreds of missiles crash into suburbs and office buildings in the early morning hours of the first day of the invasion...

As soon as the missiles passed over, the aircraft carriers in the fleet would release their payloads, thousands of fighters would be scrambled into the airspace above the battle groups. No, these were not to be used to strike the enemy's coast, the fleets were still to far away for that. However, if any enemy aircraft chose to come out and put a stop to this barrage, these fighters, combined with the lack of fuel the enemy will surely experience, will mean swift victory...

The war had begun, and the enemy would know it in twenty... nineteen... eighteen...

To: Eminently Victorious Imperial League
From: Mr. White, foreign affairs officer

Over the last week, the Dominion of Emperor Pudu has pledged their support on multiple fronts, in an extremely military fashion, to the nations of the EVIL organization, one made up of nations little known or concerned of by our Emperor. In doing this the Emperor has brought the Dominion deep into a projected prolonged combat with some of the greatest powers of the world. And still we did not falter. The Emperor and his soldiers pledged their lives to defend this union, and that was the way it remained until two hours previous to this message.

Now, you are alone. The Dominion is revoking all support we had pledged to you, and all forces from all fronts are being recalled. No soldier of the Pudite Emperor will die for you, no supplies will you receive, and no support will you garner from us in the future.

Good day,
Mr. White



OOC: IC'ly I'm not giving reasons, but I do have some, so here they are, so I don't seem like a total dick; the nation of the Armed Republic of the Soviet Bloc, with whom I am on good terms and whose domestic Dat' Pizdy arms I often do business with, has suspended my orders and cut me off for as long as I fight those who are his enemies. So I stopped. I like him more than you, so there. The Dominion is gone...