NationStates Jolt Archive

It was not but six months ago when the First Infantry Division set foot into Linacarol, a small anarchic territory fifty miles east of the Royal Code's boarders. Ten thousand men crossed the boarder headed for the major cities, and reestablished control over the southern portion of the country, where revolutionists were attempting to overthrow the oppressive government. Linacarol was a country caught in civil war, and they called for help. The Allied States of the Royal Code responded in turn.

Since the invasion, a thousand men have been killed, and another two thousand wounded beyond further service. The casualties among Northern Linacarolian forces have been severe, but have not caused a serious political blow to their underground propaganda. They see the ASRC as evil invaders bent on merciless destruction of their homeland. But regardless of their reasoning, their unorthodox tactics were slowly wearing away at the First Infantry.

The time has come where the Royal Code has been forced to decide what to do next. Chancellor Alexander has ordered the military to begin a buildup to storm the North, which to date has not yet been invaded. Active forces are being mobilized, and the reserves are going through a refreshment combat training course to bring back the old memories.

It would seem the Linacarolians got word of the buildup, and have sent a distress call to any nation(s) willing to help resist the invaders.

The Royal Code's Parliament is stressing over the possible responses the Linacarolians could get. The last thing they want is to see another three thousand of their men needlessly die.

OOC: So there's the situation, let's get some nation's involved and we'll have ourselves a brawl. I'll get a map up soon (wont be pretty but it'll do). North Linacarol itself is open to RP, it is merely a puppet state, population for this rp will be aprox 85 million people.

OOC: What's the terrian and climate like? Is it heavily forested? Jungles? Mountainous?

Northern Linacarol

A muddy range rover jumped up and down through the muddy, rain swelled roads. It was another day in the war-torn nation. Inside, a man sat in the front passenger seat, a satellite phone at his ear.
"Yeah...No, it's fine...I'll meet with him later, I have to meet someone else...Okay, one hour" and he set the phone down on his lap. The phone was secured with encryption codes, untraceable.
"Boss, we're almost there" The driver said, eyes forward on the road as they hit a sharp turn.
"Good" the man replied as he sat back. The man's name was simply known as "Gerard". Gerard had been in the war torn nation for several months. The war drew international attention. One nation, The Worker's State of Kulikovia took specific interest in it. Publicly, Kulikovia condemned the invasion and threatened to impose economic and trade sanctions but nothing more. Secretly, elements within were aiding the fighters with money, supplies, equipment, and weapons. Gerard was their cheif agent in the region. He was in his thirties and unoffically worked for the Ministry of Foreign Security. There was a doctrine set by Prime Minister Dantes to support wars of liberation across the globe to counter Capitalist regimes. So far Kulikovian arms and supplies were helping to sustain the rebels. All traces of their intervention were closely guarded and so far, the secret operation was a success. Military advisors numbered ruffly around 100 and slowly growing, they operated under false ID's and passports. There were several Special Actions and Operations (SAO) Teams operating in combat roles. They numbered only a few dozen. They conducted covert operations such as sabotage, intelligence gathering, as well as assasinations. Gerard cover profile read that he was an arms dealer, which worked just fine.

It was a particularly foggy Monday in the capitol when the bonded courier delivered the message to the Royal Code's foreign affairs staff. The envelope was emblazoned with the Seal of the Republic of Ironforge and addressed to the Chancellor.

Office of the President

To the esteemed Chancellor Alexander.

I have been watching the situation in Linacarol unfold with great interest for some time now. My cabinet and I agree that the current regime's time has come to pass. In times of war one can never have too many friends, and the Republic of Ironfoge would be honoured to stand beside the fighting men of the Royal Code to bring stability to the region.

Matthew L Valgardson
President
"Strength in Brotherhood"

Gerard made another phone call to another important contact. He waited for the other person to pick up. Miles away at a little tavern in a remote village a man picks up his phone. The man was clean cut and athletic.
"Yes?" he asked, voice stoic.
"Is your team ready?" Gerard asked plainly, getting down to business.
"Affirmative"
"Good, get to work" and he hung up.

The man got up, downing a glass of whiskey and wipping the residue off his lips. Several other men gathered around him, it was an outside area. Other people went about their business. After several minutes of talking, they departed...

Under the intense rain, the humvee came to a blunt stop. The First Infantry Division commander, Colonel Davis had reached the headquarters of the newly mobilized 21st Mechanized Armor Division.

Davis walked up to doors, showed the guards his pass, and went inside. On the upper floor he met with Colonel Powers, who was the current Allied Commander in southern Linacorol.

Davis wasted no time, "The men are weary Tom, they are constantly under attack from gureillas, supply convoys are not at all uncommon with taking mortar fire, the list goes on sir. What's the plan?"

Colonel Powers puffed his cigar, "Colonel, we've got enough men on the way, dont you worry about that. Meantime, why dont you have your boys come off the line for a bit, let some of these other units get used to this combat, alright? Now while we're on it, is there anything I could get your Division from 3rd Army Brass?"

"Yes, we need more strykers. The rebels cant knock out our tanks, but due to the fuel consumption, and how much more mobile the strykers are, they have proven to be the most effective guerilla killers. Can you do that for me?"

"Shouldnt be a problem Davis. Seriously though, i wouldnt worry about the manpower situation. Believe me, the Chancellor's got his act together, he knows what's coming."

OOC: Climate in the region right now is cold, talking 50 degrees F, rainy, heavy winds, no snow. Overcast typical.

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Gerard sat in the range rover as it traveled down the slick mountainous roads towards the rebel camp. It was cold out and it began to rain...again. He sighed as a puff of air came from his mouth, a visible puff. Though, he was used to the cold it still annoyed him as he felt the tips of his fingers become cold. There was word passed down through his contacts with the Ministry of Foreign Security Section 4 that the enemy was building up for a major push. One which could break the backs of the fighters. So, he was on the way to finalize a deal which would provide the fighters in the area with plenty of anti-armor weapons. Such as rocket launchers and specialized mines. A heafty deal that was too good to pass up.
"Just a few more minutes, Boss" the driver said as the rain became heavier.
"Good, I just want to get this over with"
"Has Delta One made contact yet?" the driver asked.
"No, I just informed them that it was a green light" Gerard snapped back.

OOC: Can you rp as the Linacarolian soldiers?

OOC: I'm hoping we can get another user to RP for the N. Linacarolians, but if push comes to shove, i shall.

IC:

The ground rumbled under the imense weight of the Behemoth II battle tanks. They made a slow advance in-convoy into Southern Linacarol. There were convoys...endless convoys. The roads were clogged with allied vehicles from horizon to horizon. With so many vehicles carrying so many men trying to get into a territory with so few roads, the trip in was a long one. At a break-neck speed of 10mph, they at least didnt burn excess amounts of fuel.

With vehicles pouring in all around him, Colonel Powers was pleased to see reinforcements had finally arrived. He stood outside with Colonel Davis, both puffing on their cigars underneath the shelter of the buildings deck.

"This place is going to get messed up bad next week, Tom. Soon as our boys start getting hit, the Parliament's gunna be all over you. Are you sure you're willing to put up with that political bullcrap?"

"Well Davis, The Parliament has to learn someday." Tom looked directly at Davis and took off his glasses. "Davis, alot of bad shit's gunna go down in these parts. You better be ready. You hear me? I'm not going to get my ass beat because you're new in this game. So let us work as a team, get this job done, and get the hell home."

A short chirp of gunfire crackled somewhere down the line nearby. Both of them stopped talking for a moment, they could hear men yelling. A moment passed and a Behemoth II let loose a 220mm shell into a suspected enemy postion. It's main gun's blast sent the birds in the area into the sky. It's echo carried on giving realization to the Royal Army GI's that the fun was only just about to begin.

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Delta One, an athletic and well built man moved swiftly through the forests. Other members of the team moves well, silent, guns at the ready. They wore camoflague for the terrain, they blended in well with the forest. The rain began to let loose upon them as they moved every few yards and stopped, moved and stopped. They began the mission as soon as Delta One got off the phone with Gerard. Their mission was to sabotage the roads leading to the North. There were many roads but they were targeting the major arteries that the Royal Army would use, thanks to intelligence networks in the south. Finally, after several miles they finally reached the edge of a road, one markes out by their contacts. Several other SAO members set up flank positions further down the road. And so it began, the laborous task of setting the traps. They tied primer cord around several trees, exploding the timbers outward, forcing them onto the ground. Them , they set mines across several parts. As well as other means of trapping the enemy. Knowledge of the Royal's movements were leaked to rebel fighters who were supposed to be moving into the are for the ambush. SAO 3 was to stay there and provide support.
"This road's set, move out" Delta One uttered into his com link. Without hesitation, the other members moved out towards the next target.

TAG for interest in being your N. Linacarolians, I'd like to see how they perform first (aka need to make sure I have the time in real life) to take an interest.

Also, if I do work as them in your RP, could I possibly include a few terrorist/seperatists from my own internal dissidents? Just want someone I can relate back to in my own RP I'm organising.

(OOC: I am curious if this is open and if so -- can TAS Forces take part in the invasion of the north?)

OOC: The Black Reich, it's open as open can be! Have at it. The Automail State, same goes for you.

IC:

At long last the rain let up. The downpour losened to a light drizzle. The Royal Air Force had begun recon missions across Northern Linacarol, the sky was dotted every so often with spy aircraft.

The major roads leading across the countryside of The ASRC into Southern Linacarol was becomming less clogged with traffic. In the week that passed, over one hundred thousand men had been transported along the ten major roads coming out of the ASRC, along with four thousand armored fighting vehicles, and numerous hundreds of the Behemoth II super heavy battle tanks (reference DMG industries).

On the front line, which stretched for over a hundred miles from side to side of Linacarol, 120,000 men, and vehicles sat sinking into the mud in their flooded foxholes waiting for the order to advance. Sparatic firefights were not uncommon during the nights as rebels would attempt to take pop-shots at the Royal Troopers.

Sergeant Major Wilkins was deployed with the 332nd Tactical Attack Rotary Wing squadren, and was on his way into Southern Linacarol. Flying over the largest and most congested of the highways leading into the territory, from his attack chopper, he and his copilot were amazed by what they saw.
"Jesus Christ, look at all that." Wilkins exclaimed. "Shit's been like that for weeks now."
"Been the same up here Jack." his copilot said. He was refering to the enourmous amount of air traffic going in and out of the country. The helicopter buildup was utterly rediculous. Thousands of light transport choppers, and even more direct air support choppers were brought in from accross the countryside, enabling them to head out on-mission and get to the action much faster.

Out of nowhere a large boom thundered on the ground, and for a moment all the instruments went haywire, the needles going every which way for a split second, then restabalizing.
"The hell was that?" Wilkins shouted.
"Look below."
The Sergeant Major took a look down to the ground, and saw a battery of four Apollo II 250mm heavy artillery pieces pouring fire into Northern Linacarol. Which thus explained the sparatic spoke plumes rising out of the forest almost a horizon away.

Meanwhile, at HQ, the commander of the 612th Royal Artillery Division (the largest of it's kind), at last gave his formal orders, "Begin the bombardment, fire full effect. All ranges. All Targets."

With a simple relay on the radio, over four thousand heavy guns (reference link in sig) opened fire into Northern Linacarol. The objective was to push back local resistance, and to clear the way for the invasion.

With four thousand artillery piece spanning the hundred miles, no one within 10 miles in any direction, or certainly at the impact zones, would get any sleep for some time.

A lone stealth reconnaissance aircraft soared through the air, noting every last detail of the bombardment and transmitted their findings back to the small nations of Kuratani, down to a small building bristling with antennae.

"This is falcon one, do you copy"

The room dimmed in volume, as everyone swivelled at their posts to watch in interest at the pictures being sent back.

"We copy Falcon, begin transmitting, over."
"Transmitting..."

The images sent back sparked a wave of activity. Within a few hours, a message was beamed to the presidency of Chancellor Alexander.

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Office of the Presidency of Chancellor Alexander:

To the distinguished Chancellor Alexander.

The Senate of Kuratani has been informed of the struggle which now has engulfed the country of Linacarol, and has voted on the appropriate action that the country of Kuratani will now take.

War is an unfortunate occurance, however the war was not started by the government. If people wish to change their government, they should change it themselves through a peaceful action. We condemn the actions of the rebels, and will gladly assist you in pacifying the situation.


Although we are a small nation we have a highly trained army and air force, however small it may be. We wish to provide mainly air support, however should you need spec ops or small attack groups, Kuratani would be happy to provide support in the aspect too.

On behalf of the Senate,
Daniel Markowsen.
Leader of the Senate of Kuratani.

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The relatively small army of 500,000 lurched into motion, with troops on active standby for immediate deployment, and the air force stood armed and ready for take-off within 10 minutes.

Kuratani was ready.

(OOC: Sorry for the continued OOC post. Though mind if I make my post out like I was already there? I'll RP me deciding to come and me given clearance by you, mabye in a flashback. Though for me to take part in the invasion I'd have to be there now. If you do agree, to save time, tell me where you'd have put my forces. It will probably be large, since the Totaltarian Empire thinks we're going to gain some land by this venture.)

The Chancellor looked over the message. He pulled his drawer open, and whipped out a piece of paper. With his pen he scribbled,

To the Offices of
Kuratani,

The Allied States of the Royal Code will gladly accept your assistance, and your forces are welcome over our skies and in our harbors. Special Forces operations will be swamped in the next coming weeks in preperation for attack, and any assitance your government can grant will be graciously accepted.

-Chancellor Alexander

The message was sent out immediately.

OOC: The Automail State, that's fine. In that case, your forces should be positioned along the eastern half of the 100 mile wide front line. The front line stretches horizontally from one end of the torn-nation to the other, 100 miles wide in all. You take the eastern half.

Somethingey would not mind backing up Royal Code. Say the word and a small group of Special Operation Forces (SOF) will be sent to help with peacekeeping.

A Major General of the Air Force was worried.

With many years of experience, he knew that this was going to be a battle of resources. With guerilla-style tactics successful air strikes were incredibly rare and required excellent communication, or sheer numbers.

And with sheer numbers, there would be casualties.

As 5 Fighter bombers shot out into the pitch black sky, The General wondered what it would take for this war to end.

"Bravo squadron, we are nearing target, I want green light on all armaments and let 'em go on my mark - "

The forest shook as thousands of pounds of explosive rocked the landscape, gouging deep craters as five bright stars shot through the cloudscape back into the night.

Automalia,
The Totaltarian Empire
Two weeks ago ...

A lean, bony finger pressed against the paper map of Linacarol, it moved and tapped itself against several other points before retracting back to its owner -- Major General Bradley.

"Those, milord, are the major points of expected resistance from the Linacarolians. The Royal Code already controls the south, and we have reports that they intend to invade the north at some point in the near future," stated the lean major general.

His Divine Majesty Hughes nodded intently, for years the Totaltarian Empire had been in isolation attempting to hide its brutal secrets from an International Community willing to invade it for them -- if only to boost their national egos. Hughes did not flintch when he heard the distant sounds of thunder. It was a sunny day without a cloud in the sky though, albeit cold. Those distant sounds were the sounds of several thousand pound bombs going off inside of Sector 'C', formally 'Sector Criminal'. The place were the Empire sent all of her criminals. Hughes did, however, look at his watch and nodded -- it was time for their afternoon bombing. He returned his attention to the map of Linacarol and moved his finger across the de jure border of the country, where the Royal Code's forces cut it in half.

"Benefits?" asked Hughes, he had only been recently briefed on the situtation, since Royal Code wasn't very close to the Totaltarian Empire, he had little reason to recieve daily reports about them.

Major General Bradley shrugged, "Resources, Your Highness, and the honor of having defeated a foe. We can get land in return for our cooperation."

Hughes eyed the Major General with more than just a bit of suspicion, "Have the Royal Code already agreed to that?"

Bradley shook his head, "No, milord, we haven't even contacted them on the matter. Though once we have a sizable force on the ground, I really don't see how they can deny us this."

Hughes transfered his glare to the map, "Chances of victory?"

Bradley gave a sinister smirk, "One hundred percent, Your Majesty."

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Southern Linacalor,
Eastern Front

Seargant Major Green wrapped his thick winter combat flak jacket around him in a bid to resist the bone-chilling cold that was ever present in Linacalor. He cursed something about the country being Hughes forsaken. Around him was the Squad Teal, the group of soldiers he had been assigned with when they set out to this frigid country. He gave sympathetic glances to each of the men has their faces showed nothing but torture in the weather. Their homeland was nothing like this, at least from where he and his men were from -- that being the southern and northern parts of the Totaltarian Empire.

Some movement from behind them forced all the men to spin around, releasing precious heat that they had stored up and aimed their AK-74s at the appoarching figure, whom was snow covered and coughing. Green lowered his rifle with a grunt as he realized it was 1st Lieutenant Zimmer, his platoons leader. Their short, yet broad leader looked up and realized all the guns were aimed at him. By instinct he stopped and raised his hands, he couldn't escape them if they had been the enemy. Green ordered the squad to lower their weapons, he was in charge of this particular squad since their Staff Seargant was forced to remain in the Empire for medical purposes. He doubled as the platoon's second -in- command and that was why Lt. Zimmer had arrived.

Green sent his men back to gathering warmth and checking their weapons and supplies. They were on the front line, but their sector was quiet and the men could relax, for now. Green and Zimmer took about ten paces away from the men.

Green still gave a salute, and it was returned by Zimmer, "Sir, anything new?"

Zimmer nodded, "Just got word from I Corps, the invasion is about to begin in forty five minutes. It'll start with an artillery barrage, followed by us spearheading the assault threw these woods."

Zimmer stopped there and pulled out a full map of Linacarol and moved his finger across half the de jure border of the country, "The Legions are attacking from here over and will advance until they reach the major population centers. No armor support beyond APCs, though, we have full air support."

Green nodded, the rainy weather and cold climate were already nightmares for the tanks of the Imperial Legions. Trying to drive them along major roads would be insane, since enemy forces could knock them out, and delay any advance by hours. A quick assault by infantry and a massive air strike would work.

And that is exactly what the Empire had in mind.

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II Legion Headquarters,
Southern Linacarol

Major General Bradley looked at a 3D map of the country he was soon to be invading. His forces were displayed in blue has various triangles, his allies (the Royal Coders) were displayed in green arrows. The enemies, whom dotted the entire surface of the northern party of the country were red arrows. Reports were already appearing his this 3D map of the beginning of the Royal Coder artillery strike into their western sector. The red arrows were moving accordingly.

Bradley snorted at the map, it wasn't a hundred precent accurate. The only reason the enemies showed up at all was because of extensive UAV and satelite passes over the country which located masses of enemy troops. Once the initial forces were swept aside though, such technologies would be useless. Combating primitive warfare with high-tech weaponry was foolish. One had to devolve their warfare, not evolve it. The Imperial Legions were just the military force capable of such terrible things.

He was inside of a tent, a regular tent that had been transformed into a tempoary headquarters. Reinforced with sandbags and such, it provided only protection from minor enemy fire, not the weather. Though at the same time provided concealment. Who would expect the commander of the Automailian forces to be in a regular tent? Few would reasonably expect that, and those few were probably not in high ranks in the enemies forces.

As Bradley contemplated his next move a soldier entered the tent, gave a crisp salute, and stated his business, "Major General, sir, as your requested sir, our air force has taken to the skies and are even now on route to designated positions. Also, sir, our artillery are awaiting your request to open fire."

The lean major general nodded, "Tell them to open up."

With that the Automailian Air Force Linacarol Detachment (AAFLD) took off from various air bases across southern Linacarol. The majority of planes were fighter-bombers, send in as light bombers and for protection for the heavy bombers that flew in right behind them. The targets were the usual: major population centers, industrial complex, and government targets. While the enemies forces may have worked in an anarchist styled gurillea warfare, the Automailians would ensure that their government districts and their capacity to wage war were drastically decreased.

At the same time on the ground a hail of heavy artillery shells began to rain down upon enemy formations just beyond Seargant Major Green's position. The Automailian non-commissioned officer watched with both admirable and pity as the shells tore up several miles of the enemies homeland.

ooc: Alright, seeing as everyone wants to pound these fellows into submission, I guess I'll do the opposite and help the poor blighters! I'm normally WW2 tech, but for this I'll make an exception and join the same level of tech as you folks, modern day I gather?

IC:

Rain

Sheets of it, drenching his clothes, drenching his kit.

The only thing worse than feeling like a wet shaggy dog for a majority of the day was the damned artillery that kept falling around his head.

Another loud noise like that of a freight train roaring overhead filled the muggy air as another barrage made its way towards its targets. "Those scum, they're as bad as our own forces back home" the man murmured as he trudged on along a steep embankment. Having come from an area that was covered in plains back in his homeland of Reicha, Jeremy Klintoff wasn't used to such mountain trekking, he'd thought crossing from Reicha and into the jungle covered lands of this place known as 'Royal Code' had been arduous, but when he'd seen the jungle below the mountain ranges, he'd never expected it to be as green a hell as this.

After a few more hours of climbing through the muddied tracks and trails forged through almost wall-thick jungle scrub they came upon an area where only the top canopy remained, everything else had been bulldozed flat, the thick, muddy ground and a tiny bush bulldozer covered in the gunk signifying it was only recent too. A man bedecked in the livery of some high ranking officer came forward and saluted Jeremy, "Captain Conners at your service, welcome to the North Linacarolian Freedom Corps, Specialist Klintoff"

"The New Dawn will help all others to see the light, even if it is only the light of revolution and not the light of our empire" Jeremy said back as he shook hands with the Captain.

"erm, yes, we're glad for that too, but right now, we need your help with something..." the Captain cut himself off and waited as another artillery barrage roared into the air from the Royal Code artillery positions, "we need your people's help with those monstrousities" he said. "With them constantly bombarding us, we're worried that the build-up we've noticed will mean they're going to try and engage us soon."

"Relax, the weather will hold them for a while", Klintoff said, "but it won't stop there artillery... for that, I have a plan."

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More of this forsaken rain, did it ever stop raining here? Jeremy didn't mind it so much now, especially since it was helping to mask his troops and the noise they made going through the jungle.

Without a set path to follow, going had been particularly rough, nonetheless, the mortar team following them had found an area to set up, and the fire suppression team - their machine gun at the ready - were preparing for their part in this small contact. Sneaking past the front line had been the easy bit, with vegetation as thick as it was, it was all but impossible to adequately seal off the area. The hard bit though would be sending a ten man assault team against a well defended artillery post...

The artillery pieces loomed in the distance, their bulky frames and powerful cannons portruding from a small clearing in the jungle, around them were a number of guards. Not as many as expected, but enough nonetheless.

"I've seen worse" mumured Jeremy as he fiddled with the sights of his rifle's GLA, turning to the assault team he said "when I give the signal, the mortar team will open up with a barrage, get the enemy troops seeking cover. When they let up the MG will make itself known. When that happens, you four follow me, you other take the right, and McGrey, you stay here with that combat rifle and snipe anyone who looks like they're getting frisky."

He waited for acknowledgement from the troops, "we have less than ten minutes to do this in before we can expect aerial support for the arty pieces, so we gotta make this count. If it works for the New Dawn then it will work for your cause just as well."

Jeremy looked out at the target zone as the artillery turned and unleashed another salvo of rounds. Presently, he found the perfect target for the first mortar bombardment, "Raker 1, this is command, target map zone 4 dash 4, utilise HE, target is ammunition truck... show them the light of your way brothers"...

The Black Reich, capital city of Corris Marnis

"Emperor, we have word that the New Dawn terrorist movement is supporting an external conflict" the Minister of Intelligence said, "we... erm... extracted the information from a New Dawn operative we caught on the border. He said he'd just dropped off one of the New Dawn's 'Lightbringer' soldiers in the area" he said.

The Emperor's eyes widened, a Lightbringer was the New Dawn terrorists' equivalent of any Grand Reichan Army Commando, and they often entered an area only when the New Dawn felt it had adequate support in the area to begin offensive operations... which only meant one thing.

"Yes sir, I'm afraid that's the case" the Minister said as the emperor spoke his thoughts out loud, "we've already detected New Dawn forces exfiltrating the country and moving into this land called North Linacarolia"

The Emperor turned bright red in rage, "WHAT! As if they don't cause enough trouble already in our own lands! Don't they realise that the people do not wish for the Dynasty again? And now they do this! Try to spread their filth outside our borders!" Emperor Eric Harnem put a hand to his forehead and closed his eyes, "for so long our nation has stayed out of conflicts with others, we've kept away from our neighbours through isolation, and we have prospered. Now these... imbiciles! People who believe that the evil ways of the old Empire should be reborn, are making efforts outside of our country, we shall be brought into conflict with our neighbours for the first time since the birthing days of our empire so long ago."

He opened his eyes and looked at his Minister, "Minister Radchek, inform Minister for War Ambosi that I'll be needing his opinions very soon... I do believe it's time for the Reich to step back into the limelight of international politics once more."

The message sent was simple, blunt and to the point, almost such that it looked amateurish - which, in all senses, it was...

TO FOREIGN NATION OF ROYAL CODE

The Black Reich, your peaceful neighbour for these many years, has recently come to hold information that members of our internal terrorist organisation NEW DAWN have infiltrated your conflict zone. The Black Reich wishes to inform that we are in no way affliated with these scum, and wish to provide you with a squad of Reichan Commandos to explicitly hunt down the New Dawn taint on your soil.

Well wishes from the people of Reicha
Emperor Eric Harnem

This is Kuratanian Air Control, requesting targets and inventory.

51st Air Spec Ops brigade is ready to launch upon confirmed orders.

Master Sergeant Deans at last got his orders from the batallion commander.
"Let's move out!" he hollered over the radio.
His huge Behemoth II tank, part of Echo Company *(which was under the Sergeant's command) made up of 20 tanks, rocked forward under the cover of increasingly intense artillery fire. They advanced only as fast as the infantry did. As the russians learned in chechnya, sending in armor without proper infantry escort is suicide in close-quarters battle.

There wasent much shooting going on.
Deans dropped back into the turret and slapped the hatch shut.
"Ain't got shit going on out there. Just rain."
The tank's suspension sweaked and scwaked from soaking in the rain for the past two weeks. They rumbled forward.

A good hour or two past before Deans heard some small arms fire up ahead. He took a peek out his periscope. Just as he saw some muzzle flashes, his COM went off.
"Master Sergeant, this is Echo-Nine, we got booku bad guys coming up on bearing 'three-one-zero', your postion, over."
Deans looked to the left, and sure enough he saw troop movement.
"Are they fucking shooting at us or what?!" he demanded.
"I'm catching pings, arent you?" echo nine responded.
"Well hell! Open fire!" Deans ordered.
The company opened up with the coax machine guns and topside machine guns.
The advanced slowed down as the enemy finally showed themsevles in force. Then the gunner reported, "Sarge, i spot a rocket team, one o'clock."
"I see 'em." Deans responded. Deans tapped his topside gunner's leg, getting his attention. The gunner looked down and Deans yelled, "See that rocket crew to the forward right?"
The gunner looked, "Yes Sergeant!"
"Shoot those sons a' bitches!"
The gunner took aim and squeezed the trigger, but the weapon did not fire. "The hell? Aw sh... i'm jammed!"
Deans yelled back to the gunner, "Hit em up with the coax!"
Again, no fire came. "Belt's out!" signaling that the hundred round chain was used up, and a new one needed to be put down.
Time was out. Deans grabbed one of the M14's and handed it over to the topside gunner. Just as the gunner took it, a flash caught the gunner's eye. He yelled out as loud as he possibly could "Get down!!!"
The rocket crew shot the Behemoth II with their shoulder-fired AT platform. The rocket hit and exploded, sending a deafening boom into the turret, sending concussion waves trough the air. The electronics got scrambled for a few moments.
When Deans realized he wasent dead he yelled out, "Crew alright?!"
Everyone reported good. "Then let's get this show back on the road!"

On the second day, when they pulled off the line to refeul, Master Sergeant Deans would discover a 8" deep, 13" wide crater in the forward section of his port-side flank armor.

The Allied advance was fully underway. The Royal Code was relying on it's overwhelming firepower to make a cautious steady advance that wouldnt cost soldiers their lives. They wanted to gain 100% control over the new territories they were occupying. Which meant leaving no tunnel unchecked, or swamp unprobed.

The newly aqquired territory was now just a burning sea of craters, ash, and corpses of men.

bumpo!

So do you or do you not accept Somethingey's offer for peacekeeping?

The ASRC will accept your troops, but openly urges you to join in the offensive combat actions. It may be a long time before any peacekeepers are needed.

Somethingey will send it's 7th Mechanize Infantry to help. They are getting ready as we speak, but it may take some time before they arrive.

(OOC: Going to get something posted tonight or tomorow.)

For Jeremy Klintoff, the attack against the enemy artillery couldn't have been a greater success... for three of the men in the team though, it would be the last successful action they were ever involved in... a lucky Royal Code soldier had dropped the three troops with machine-gun fire before a mortar shell had cut his resistance much shorter than he had expected.

Nevertheless, without their artillery support in this area, the assaulting Royal Code forces had suffered a significant setback. True, the Royal Code believed they were winning, and indeed, they were expending a phenomenal amount of energy and ammunition in this attack. But every day the Linacarolian troops held out, the more New Dawn combat troopers, and their equipment, slowly infiltrated the rear echelons of the Linacarolian defences, and prepared for a counterpunch of their own...

But that was yet to happen, the first New Dawn light tanks, units quite capable of fighting in such areas as this cold jungle hell, were only now being brought in by heavylift VTOL tilt-rotors; and even then the tilt-rotors only operated when the cover of darkness and heavy storms protected the transports from detection by the massively superior aerial threat.

For now, the greatest threat to the Royal Code advance was 'Lightbringer' Jeremy Klintoff and his fellow 'Lightbringer' commandos, and today he was making his mark.

The lead enemy tank passed, then another, and another. Finally, as the vehicles containing infantry began to make an appearance, Jeremy dropped from his position in the trees, he looked like a blur as he threw a smoke canister to the ground ahead of him and disappeared into the billowing cloud of fumes.

Dropping to his knee he smashed into the side of the last tank commanders head, knocking the fellow unconscious with the fall, his next action was to throw him from the tank before pulling the pin on a pair of grenades and slamming the hatch shut.

Leaping from the armoured leviathan he unclipped a magnetic-charge from his belt and slammed it against the rear armour of the next vehicle before running alongside the next one and slamming his last charge inside the main cannon barrel of another tank.

The infantry, by now dismounted from their vehicles and running up along the tanks, began to fire wildly into the smoke, and the tanks themselves, now over the initial shock of the ambush, were adding their own cataclysmic orchestra of death to the ensemble in the form of their massive 220mm shells and streams of MG fire.

"NOW!" Jeremy yelled to his left, at the command two men who had remained hidden in the jungle moved forwards, their chests and arms lathered in ammunition for the beastly looking rapid-fire rifles they carried, the twin-barrels of each weapon ready to spit phenomenal amounts of lead at the mere squeeze of a trigger...

The triggers were pulled back as far as they could go as the two gunmen began to reply to the fulisade of fire coming from the Royal Code infantry.

But whether they hit anything or not no one knew, it was in luck's hands in this chaotic scene, and luck had a habit of making what seemed like a no-contest ambush become an absolute death-hold for those who thought victory was assured... and right at that moment, Jeremy didn't expect anything less...

"What do you have for me today, Davis?" Colonel Powers asked.
Davis read from his clipboard, "Let's see, Fourth Division up in the west has nothing but good news. First Division and Sixth Division have both reported mild resistance, aproximately nine hundred men KIA since we got started."
"Not too bad." Tom cut in.
Davis continued, "And head east, the Fifth Division has reported a huge influx in enemy attack. The Division Commander thinks the enemy was hoping they could flank us from that side. Obviously that didnt suceed. A few tanks lost here and there. Overall we're off to a good start."

"And how about prisoners?" Tom asked as he sat down to have a drink.

"Captured another hundred yesterday. Makes five hundred thus far."

"They talking?"

"You know, some of this, some of that. Give it another few days and we'll be inside their heads." Davis sat down across from Tom, also pouring himself some whiskey. "Politics back home are finally looking up again. People are liking to see the long lines of prisoners being marched back to our forts."

"People like to be on the winning side Davis. Always have."

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The Front line, Fifth Division, Eastern sector, Kill Zone Sierra-Tango.

Short intervals between machine gun bursts crackled through the midday air. "Get some! Get some! Get some!" the topside machine gunner yelled out.

Master Sergeant Deans was up there too, just barely exposed enough to fire with his M14. Quite a bit less excentric than his fifty cal gunner, Corporal Chavez, Deans focused more on taking out the ranking men. Those guys who were bossing the other men around.

Deans spoke in between Chavez's verbal/ gunfire bursts.
"These little bastards ... ...." "Get some!" "...have tactics that are...." "I got you mother-" " ... that are just like frickin kamakazi pilots."

"Whoo! Get some!" Chavez finished as he ripped apart another three or four guys. "I saw that last guy's knee explode." he exclaimed, as if showing off a prize in show and tell.

Deans looked at him, and just chuckled to himself. Then he was pleasured with shooting just one more enemy soldier right between the eyes. Deans saw a cloud of blood burst from behind the man's head. In front of the tank lay 250 degree view of corpses, craters, and discarded weapons. The firefight was over, and the Royal Troopers slowly crawled forward to retrieve weapons, and take the ground.

In the west, those divisions had advanced over one hundred klicks into N. Linacarol since the invasion began five days ago. In the east, where Deans and Fifth Division was, they had advanced only ten. While their progress may have been impeded, it would not be long until the Fourth and Sixth Divisions cut a turn left and enveloped this large sum of troops engaging Fifth Division.

In spite of all that thought, Deans was still caught up with the utter excitement of seeing that man's knee explode.

OOC: This is going to be my first time rping battles and stuff so if I godmod by accident tell me and I'll fix it. Also I read what godmoding is and stuff, but you never know.

SIC: The soldiers started to get on the C-5 Galaxies. While the soilders were gettong on general Tolk and major-general Carl were talking on a roof over looking the airbase.
"So you think they are ready?" Said Carl with a worried expression.
"You tell me. You trained them." Tolk answered.
"Well...yes they are ready."
"Good to hear. Also remember the lives of you troops come first understood?"
"Yes sir! Permission to leave and join my people on a plane sir?"
"Permission granted."
Carl turns around and heads towards the stairs. Going down the stairs he wonders if it was true if the soldiers were ready. As he exited the building he saw some soldiers working together to get a Bradley on one of the planes. The sight of the soldiers coordinating and working as a team brought hope to the worried commander.
"Their ready as ready can be." He smiled to himself running up to help the soldiers.

IC: 7th Mechanize Infantry is on their way. Once they land tell them what they can do and they'll do their best. If you need more troops ask and I'll see what I can do.

OOC: Berfore I forget 7th Mechanize is made up of 200 M2A3 Bradleys, 150 M1A2 Abrams , 150 Srtykers, about 15,000 soldiers, 15 Apache Longbow Helicopters, and 100 Dragon Fire II 120mm Automated Mortars. I sent about the whole division. Is this too much?

bump!

The C-5 which landed in a airport were now dropping off troops, tanks, and other type of vehicles. Major-general Carl handed a note to a guard and told him to get it to a person who can get it to their leader of goverment. It read...

To the leader of Royal Code
From the President of Somethingey

I had talked with Gen.Tolk Smith and we both agree that more troops are necessary. So I have ordered for 2 armored divisions and a carrier fleet to head to the conflict zone and give aid in anyway possible. Send me a message saying this is ok and they will more as fast as nature will let them.

From Kacy Travel

OOC:
Hmmz. I may get involved but not on any side. I may just come in as a nation that is going to take this nation you all are fighting in as a protectorate or colony. I though, need a map (as I have not seen one) of the region and the nation. Also, is this country near water or would I have to airlift everything of mine into the area?

To the nation of somethingy:

The Leaders of the ASRC humbly agree with your proposal, and give early thanks to your efforts. We welcome any and all help you can provide.

-Chancellor Alexander

OOC: I'll make a map right now, give me a few minutes (it wont be pretty, but it'll do).

OOC: Consider this a request to join the N. Linacarolians' side.

IC: The Humvees rumbled over the muddy road, their shocks creaking as the bounced over the bumps, Colonel Thomas MacKenzy wondering why they had agreed to take this contract from the military, yes, they did need plausible denial, but still, it almost didn't seem worth it.

The Humvee jounced over another bump, and MacKenzy cursed as he almost smacked his forehead into the windshield.

The diesel engine road as the driver applied more acceleration and the Humvee splashed through a flooded portion of the road, pushing further into along the muddy trail, in search of someone.

SECRET IC:
Geroge looked over the latest intel from the battlefront. He was intrigued for the first time in the past few weeks. He new that this nation would make a great place for a refueling depot for Shazbotdom Aircraft, amoung other things. The Starfury class aircraft needed a refueling area in this part of the world, and seeing as no nations in the area would allow a refueling depot in their nation, he'd take this opportunity to just sieze a nation to use for his own purposes.

He checked the intel one more time and then picked up the red phone on his desk, it was his direct link to Shazbotdom Marine Command.

George: "General. I want you to prepare a contingent of troops. Call up the Admiral of the 1st Fleet and tell him that you'll be using his ships as transport to a hostile warzone."

General: "Yes, Sir."

OOC: Well as promised, here's the crummy map: http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a53/GodOfWar102/Map2.jpg

It got a little blurry when it was uploaded, but it should give you guys the general idea of what's up. I didnt point it out, but my navy holds the waters up to the line where the royal army is located.

To: Chancellor Alexander
From: Vice President Harley Bates

The president and I have overlooked the recent occurances,and have come to a decision. In order to protect democracy, and it's way of life, The United Federation of Antigr is willing to fight alongside the armed forces of Royal Code and It's allies in the fight against these anti-democratic revolutionists.

Mesgge from Major Gen.Carl

ASRC leaders I need orders. Tell me what me and my troops can do and it will be done as best as we can do it.

TOP SECRET

Battle orders as issued by: Colonel Powers, Royal Expeditionary Force

To the military commanders of Somethingy:

The eastern half of the frontline has only the Automailians positioned on it, position your forces there. The Allied offensive has come to a halt, now that we have captured enough enemy troops to further analyze their strategy. We suggest you catch up in the formation and reinforce the eastern portion. Upon arrival, stand by for further orders. The current rules of engagement are 'weapons free'.

-Colonel Tom Powers, REF

-the message was delivered by hand to the leaders of Somethingy.

Carl who was finish reading the orders to his commanders who then told their platoons. After everything was ready Carl ordered everyone to move out.
"Lets move out now!" Yelled Carl. Apaches leaded the ways with the ground units close behind heading to help the eastern forces. Most of the Somethingey soldiers were excited, some worried, and the veterans just toke a nap knowing they won't get much sleep soon.

SECRET IC:
SCENE: Shazbotdom Naval Base
The 1st HAVOC Naval battle group was preparing for it's trip. The Marines were loading up onto the 6 SLRSM's with their vehicles and other such supplies while the Starfury-class assault aircraft were loaded onto the 9 Aircraft carriers. The 8 Guided Missile Cruisers were already checked out and had a full armorment of SRBM's and cruise missiles loaded with anything from electronic triggered explosives to white phosporous. Taking up the rear of the assault group would be the two Mercy-class Hospital ships.

OOC:
My posting will be a little better later tonight. I'm hungry as hell right now and it makes it difficult for me to think about a good IC post. So expect something rather interesting from me later tonight, around 10pm Central US Time.

To: Chancellor Alexander
From: Vice President Harley Bates

The president and I have overlooked the recent occurances,and have come to a decision. In order to protect democracy, and it's way of life, The United Federation of Antigr is willing to fight alongside the armed forces of Royal Code and It's allies in the fight against these anti-democratic revolutionists.

Look up there .:rolleyes:

I exist.

OOC: Still in it, just a bit busy at the moment. Will post some more N.Linacarolian assaults soon. Welcome to the defence P3X1299.

OOC: After that, I think I'll post some *ahem* innocent freighters, and a Q-ship.

OOC: Can someone post something already...

IC:
Messge to Major Gen. Carl
From: Gen. Tolk

I don't want to send three more Major Generals, so I'm making you a lieutenant General. You are in charge of our 1st Corp, which has your 7th Mechanized, 10th Infantry, 8th Armored, and 2nd Armored divisions. They are on their way now, they should be there in a few weeks. Good luck and don't let me down.

Tolk Smith

Carl upon reading this was happy for two reasons. One, he was a Lieutenant General now and two, he had a total of about 50,000 soldiers under his command. Which means he can do more then support, he could actually lead his own attacks. Small attacks, but they were still attacks none the less.

OOC: Can someone post something already...

OOC:
I belive that Royal Code is a school person. You know, logs on from school. Might take him till monday to post somethin so have paitence my young padawan.

OOC:
I belive that Royal Code is a school person. You know, logs on from school. Might take him till monday to post somethin so have paitence my young padawan.

What I meant was that people have been saying they are going to post, but they don't. Well I guess patience isn't my strong point.:p

The seas and skies were busy places over the Allied States of the Royal Code. As newly found allies continued to arrive, the people of the ASRC were beginning to remember why their loved ones were there, why they were fighting.

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The Front line, Fifth Division, Eastern sector, Kill Zone Sierra-Uniform.

0730 hours

For over 1000 yards ahead, and 600 yards to either flank, not one enemy soldier dared to lift his head. Two Royal Army snipers, Sergeant Major Dan Kooper, and 1st Lieutenant Robert Fick (and their spotters) had gained complete control over this entire sector. They had spent all night shooting and moving, shooting and moving, shooting and moving. With the assistance of a Behemoth II super heavy battle tank, they were able to not only push the enemy back the good part of a mile, but they prevented further enemy incursion.

Through his 15x power scope, mounted atop his AS-50 sniper rifle, Lieutenant fick found himself a soft target. Behind a pile of stone rubble of a nearby collapsed building, make it 500 yards out, Fick spotted movement. The sun was up too far now to switch to infared, so he had to make a guess. He watched the postion for several minutes, until he finally got a relative idea of where his target was. He aimed at the cynder blocks concealing the enemy soldier, and fired off one round. The round hit, blowing away a huge portion of rubble. Just at that moment, the man got up and began to sprint in the opposite direction. By this point, Kooper had caught on, and shot the man 8" below the neck, on his spine, putting a huge hole in him, literally creating a 'chest cavity'.

Further down the line, Master Sergeant Deans and the rest of Echo company were assigned to work in conjuction with 3rd batallion's 1st rifle company to attack and capture a fortified position atop a 300 foot hill. Twenty tanks, four of which were Behemoth II's, and 150 soldiers engaged a force of at least twice their size, but with superior armor, the hill was taken by 0900, with 23 Royal GI's KIA, and another 10 wounded. On the western side, one of the M1A2 Abrams was hit by a M136 in the wheel, blowing the wheel and the track off, disabling it from moving, otherwise, no vehicles lost.

Though the offensive wasent moving forward at the pace it was a few days before, it had not stopped. The Royal Army was still moving forward and taking ground. Fighting guerillas was not something alien to the Royal Army.

Now 200 miles short of the river that divided North and South Linacarol (the Beth River), the resistance was beginning to strengthen in some places, and thin out in others. Colonel Powers suspected the N. Linacarolians were pulling back across the Beth river to prepare for the phase 2 attack into N. Linacarol.

OOC: Between school and work, i mostly post at night on weekdays, and occasionally on the weekends. You were all correct to assume so.

"Open fire!" Yelled Carl in his radio and with those words several tanks opened fire with their main guns. Carl new that using tanks agaist infantry is not the best plan, but that was not his plan. What he had hoped for is what had happened, several enemy soldiers started to open fire. Now even though the enemy was hiding their muzzle flashs gave their postions away. Thats when the Bradleys started to fire bursts into the clusters of flashs and Somethingey soldiers had dismounted from their Srtykers. They were opening fire on enemy soldiers with their M-4 rifles. Carl had hoped the enemy would waste small arms fire on the tanks and they were paying hell for their mistake. Carl grew a grin when the Apaches started to open fire with their machine guns at the enemies postion. The tanks were starting to rush at the enemies and their gunners started to open fire with HMGs. Carl then started to think of the possible results for when he asked for the number of KIAs, MIAs, and wounded, but that was a matter for after the fight. He needed this area for his base. It was a flat area with woods on three of it's sides. Not as muddy and wet as the other places he had seen before he got here.
"Sir, the enemy is falling back." Said a Somethingey Major.
"Good. secure the area and call the C-5s to drop off the equipment here and tell everyone to set up the base. Understood?" Asked Carl.
"Yes sir, I understand." Said the soldier leaving to give out the orders.

OOC: So how was that for my first battle? I know it was small, but I just needed a place to set up a base. Those helicopters got to land some time. lol

OOC: Sorry Somethingey, I'll try to post a bit more to help ease your patience along :D

Such is the wonders of military work I guess, always popping up when one least expects it!

Eh hem... anyway, onto the fun

IC:

Four weeks...

Four weeks since he had been in this land, and four weeks since the massive attack by the Royal Code military and its new allies.

"Yet the light of revolution still flickers in this land", smiled Jeremy Klintoff, "and as long as it burns, the fire of revolution can still be fanned into an inferno once more"

"true words of the New Dawn my brother", Jeremy turned at the sound of the voice, and clasped his hand within the one he found proferred behind him, "Welcome to the cold, green abyss Michael" Klintoff said as he shook the New Dawn Armoured Troopers hand.

"Never thought I'd see you, but I heard about some whacko dude from Reicha who'd wiped out an arty post and an enemy tank column almost singlehanded who was organising the fightback..." Michael Taggarts' chest bore the familiar sight of the New Dawn crest, a rising sun with a cobra coiled and poised to strike wrapped around it, and also bore the symbolic tank emblem of a New Dawn Armoured Regiment, "so naturally I knew where to find your crazy ass" Taggart said with a grin.

"Naturally, us New Dawn troops are the only ones that seem to be having any success." Klintoff spat as he looked down at those below, "the troops they call North Linacarolians, they're strong willed, but they just don't have enough power to go toe-to-toe, the men in the lines know that, but there superiors don't..."

Jeremy hushed himself as two of the men he had subtly mentioned via his outburst walked past, Michael pretended to be interested in the sight of a New Dawn V/STOL transport dropping off another light tank.

The two men went on, and Jeremy began to speak again, "Michael, you currently have the ears of the high council, I need to pull a favour." Michael looked at him suspiciously, "this is gonna be more than a favour isn't it?"

"I need permission to replace the Linacarolian leadership."
Michael stepped back a little, "with who?" he asked, "we know they're flailing, but they'll learn, and we have no other contacts"

"Wrong" Jeremy said, "you have me, and my friends I've made since..."

...

The enemy was knocking down the North Linacarolian forces as fast as they could get sent to the front, however, after Jeremy had made a few quick contacts to his fellow LightBringers, a few small groups of troops and equipment suddenly became a lot more proficient in fighting their much larger opponents... where before the order of the day had been stand-up engagements, the new tactics were that of any other 'Stay Behind' force;

Explosives hidden in scrub and side alleyways in small towns, booby traps and mines along the few roads - forcing men and material to either stop to remove the obstacle or go through the treacherous jungle - and even some remote-operated weapons systems, the latter providing especially dangerous obstacles when used in conjunction with traps and mines. The spooked troops soon began to move at a crawl... in fact, if one could imagine it, you could almost be led to believe some of the North Linacarolian troops were retreating from the attacking forces on purpose...

...

The sound of artillery in the distance was new to this far within North Linacarolian territory, and at first many had been spooked. Now it was everyday life... so was the occaisional sound of the New Dawn Provider class super-heavy V/STOL tilt-rotors and Roamer STOL jets. Among the loading and unloading airpads, which, suprisingly enough, had yet to see much enemy attention, were a number of huge drilling machines - their drill bits long since worn away... of the numbers of 120mm armed Mantis light tanks, Blitzen Mobile Rocket Systems, and other assorted weaponary of the New Dawn 12th Blitz Battalion, none could say where they'd gone.

The enemy, on the other hand, would know soon enough...

A 'Mantis' Light Tank, on display during a military parade in New Dawn controlled Reichan territory (Photo taken by Black Reich spy within New Dawn movement)
http://image2.sina.com.cn/jc/p/2006-09-30/U1335P27T1D401995F3DT20060930075708.jpg

A picture of the Blitzen heavy multiple rocket system, a deadly adversary for any artillery...
http://www.splav.org/en/arms/smerch/Tatra.jpg

A schematic for New Dawn "Provider" Super-heavy tiltrotors, stolen by a Reichan operative.
http://img485.imageshack.us/img485/2119/v448lc.jpg

The air strikes had continued, with little success.

The Guerillas were fleeing further into the forest, and reinforcements were needed to help continue the assault ; ) - When they ever arrived, they were ambushed by the supposedly retreating guerillas, who then vanished, which made air strikes increasingly difficult to mount against such a crafty foe.

However the generals had just given orders to mount a new weapon to help in this war, and the 93rd Bravo Squadron was just about to test it.
Yet again, it was pouring with rain in the makeshift airfield hastily scraped out of the ground in Linacarol. Cpt. Somers had a bad mood the size of the storm clouds.

"Get these motherfucking planes armed and ready in five minutes or else I'm gonna CASTRATE SOME OF YOU."

Shooting a filthy look at some of the support crew he kicked moodily at the remains of a tree stump.

"Sup Captain, you seem tense."

The cool reply came from his subordinate, Dax Lewis - A veteran of many wars, he'd served alongside Somers for as long as he could remember.

"I've lost 5 recruits Dax, how the fuck do you think I should feel? the Kuratanian air force does not lose pilots."

"I know how you feel man, but those recruits were lost due to bad comms, an ambush and a 'kin thunderstorm man."

"Aye, I guess... The service for them will be held after this mission, so let's boot up and see what these new toys can do.

Within minutes 5 planes were cruising high above the clouds, two A-12 Avenger II Fighter bombers and three F/B-8X Spartans in a spear head formation.

"Coords are green, Dive dive dive!"

Like lightning, the five aircraft dropped like stones and spiralled, falling at speeds nearing mach 2, only to pull up and skim the tree tops with the Spartans pulling ahead, drawing all sorts of small arms fire, until they recieved what they planned for.

"Leader, I have missile lock! Initiating evasive manoeuvres!"

As the first three planes drew the missiles away, the bombers went to work.

"Bombers, light 'em up."

The heavy bombs shrieked off the racks and through the sky as the bombers turned their noses skywards and shot up, trailing the strange green bombs as they went, spraying chaff and flares like a massive strange fireworks display.

Then everything beneath them was engulfed in a blue flame, spreading outwards - The generals had opted for napalm that worked in cold environments instead of a chemical weapon, and it very quickly got to work,
the ground would be scorched and smoking for many days afterwards.

"Whoo! That'll teach them to ambush my recruits! EAT IT MOTHERFUCKERS!"

The squad regrouped and flew back, although shakily - No matter how good the pilots were, Dodging guided jet powered bits of metal with explosives in was always a risky business, The lead 3 planes had chunks literally torn out of the armour where some missiles had exploded too near to the aircraft. Only sheer skill and luck had saved those pilots.

Although allied forces would not reach that part of North Linacarol for some weeks, if not months - But there would be some more debate in the guerilla council regarding overland supply and ammunition dumps being destroyed by an ever vengeful air threat.

Cpt. Somers bad mood had lightened somewhat.

Sorry for not posting IC yet, but i'm still waiting for aknowledgment.

Sorry for not posting IC yet, but i'm still waiting for aknowledgment.

Take the example of the other RPers. You're waiting on nobody but yourself. Go ahead and post.

OOC: Kuratani, mind if I make you the target of my first major attack? Your planes must've hit something Lightbringer Klintoff didn't want them too. You up for it? If you're happy for it, I'd prefer to do something Khe Sahn/ Stalingrad style, where your boys airpower can really be put to the test by supplying your besieged defenders till hell or hope arrives.

Also looking for someone to take me on in the conventional combat, I'm hoping Royal Code will take it on, but whoever comes first I guess.

First of many people... there'll be plenty to go around ;)

IC:

"What counts is not necessarily the size of the dog in the fight - it's the size of the fight in the dog."

Dwight D. Eisenhower

Today, two dogs would tussle in their greatest fight to date, a military the equivalent of a Doberman - big, powerful and mean, would meet its counterpart in the form of what could be said to be a rotweiller, small and mean...

It looked like a one-sided fight, but the Rotweiller had an advantage...

It was rabid, fanatical in its belief that it would win, or take the others down with it kicking and screaming...

...

"PANZER MARSCH!!!!"

The morning of the New Dawn thrust was a still day, and for once, for the first time in many days, the sun was shining on the lands of Linacarol, spraying the landscape in a lustrous shade of glorious green as the jungle opened up to accept the sunlight.

It started with a dull rumble, barely audible above the sounds of the normal jungle wildlife, and then, the ground began to shake slightly...

People only began to get suspicious when the animals stopped making noises, and the sound of deep-throated, grumbling engines could be heard reverberating through the air.

But where were they?

And then, it happened...

The jungle, sitting still, began to feel a rumbling sensation, and suddenly burst alive in an explosion of mud, dirt and foliage as a tree, having stood for hundreds of years, was ground apart from the roots up and fell down on its side. From beneath its belly spewed a huge tunnelling machine, it's red hot drilling bits sizzling in the cool, clean air as it belched smoke and fumes and ground the tree beneath its huge armoured treads. Stopping at the edge of the hole, it popped a number of small canister charges.

The explosion from the clearing charges flattened the vegetation for a 100 metre radius.

The first New Dawn armoured counterattack was underway, and the first blow was aiming to be a low one.

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Light...

The sound of a dozen tank engines roaring to life filled the jungle canopy as the light assault tanks of the New Dawn 15th Armoured Regiment burst forth from the tunnel, huge serrated blades jutting off their front glacial plates - a field modification similar to hedgerow saws that would slice through any undergrowth that got in their way.

Behind them roared a trio of Blitzen assault rocket artillery. Swinging wildly in the mud, their drivers swung the big rocket trucks into position around the clearing, and a team of men inside bailed out like one imagined a troupe of clowns did from small automobiles in the circus. Racing around the vehicle they assisted in the lowering of its rapid-launch stabiliser jacks, then ran away from each vehicle.

The rocket bombardment of the closest enemy facility, a new airfield, signified the arrival of the shock element of the New Dawn armoured assault. Even as the rockets arched from their launch tubes and raced through the sky towards their targets, an engineer vehicle ambled past and began to paste the ground with napalm, burning back the vegetation and starting to clear a swathe of terrain for the tanks to link up with the roads that led towards the facility.

Infantry began to swarm from the tunnel as North Linacarolian soldiers, finally on the offensive rather than taking a beating, took to the conflict with a renewed zeal, and a number of North Linacarolian engineering units began to set up defensive positions and prepare the basis for a new forward operations base.

The tanks slowed only to allow the North Linacarolian shock troops to jump onto the hastily attached hand-rails as they raced towards the, what they had been told was, poorly defended enemy airbase. If they could capture this, then the offensive would be able to quicken its pace by an order of at least two weeks. Otherwise, they could well expect some serious setbacks as the aircraft from this base effectively pounded their assaults...

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Across the battlefield, some many miles away, another offensive was starting. This one, however, was much more conventional, but still something different nonethless.

The New Dawn Motorised Jet Launch Facility Vehicle (MJLFV) was a new concept being tested by the New Dawn Air Arm. Six powerful trucks pulled up along one of the few relatively safe areas of a highway located in the hotly contested warzone. One truck contained fuel, another contained a combined load of munitions and fuel, one more contained spare parts and a mechanical repair station, whilst another carried the personnel themselves.

The last two however, were directly responsible for the sole reason of this groups being. On one of the trucks, and on a trailer towed behind it, sat the massive, bulky frames of a pair of New Dawn Roamer Short-TakeOff Verticle Landing aircraft. Designed expressly for such mobile operations, these aircraft were rugged, durable, and were quite capable of flying even when shot to pieces - most importantly, they were simple, and could land almost anywhere.

Later today, they would be landing on a semi-hardened bitumen highway...

At the moment, they were being prepared for their first missions, anti-defense attacks. Loading up with their 250 kilo Fuel-Air Explosive 'Daisy Cutter' bombs, the 8 bombs looked enormous on the small frames of the aircraft, but with a resounding roar of engines they wound up and launched down the makeshift airfield.

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As the heavier 'Cobra' tanks of the main New Dawn led counterattack made its way across the blasted surface of the contested ground, a familiar incident flashed before one tank operators eyes. The figures ahead, carrying what appeared to be a large piece of piping, stepped forward from their trench-line and aimed it at a vehicle.

"PIPEMAN! ONE O'CLOCK! BY THE LEFT OF THE HULK THERE!"

"Seen commander, engaging threat now" the seemingly disengaged voice of the gunner was almost discenring to commander Michael Taggart as he rode in the machine. What wasn't discerning however, was the effect the remote weapon systems .50 calibre machine gun had on their potential assailants. The silent scream he could see emanating from one of the men who was clutching at the remnants of his arm making Michael glad it wasn't him.

The loud, tremendous report of an enemy 220mm cannon signalled that their main nemesis, a Royal Code heavy, was in the area. The devastating impact of its armament against a Cobra Tanks hull signifying their enemy was just as well-trained, if not as lucky, as any New Dawn operator.

"YOU SEE WHERE THAT CAME FROM!" Yelled Michael, silently cursing himself for being lost in his own thoughts in the heat of battle.

"Yessir, just over in that mud-mound there, quite well hidden actually"

"Gunner, load Sabot" Michael said
"UP!" the gunner replied
"Target to front, FIRE!"
BOOM! The equally loud report from their own high-velocity 128mm cannon speaking its own terms back at the enemy unit.

Michael could actually see the round flying through the air, and watched in dismay as the round bounced off the thick frontal armour of the enemy tank.

"HIT! NO JOY THOUGH SIR" Came the reply from the gunner.

"Hit him again!" Michael said as he began to make a quick call...

Even as the automatic loader finished chambering the big 128mm SABOT round, the sound of incoming aircraft filled Michael's ears. Praying they were the New Dawn's, Michael sat and waited...

He didn't have to wait long, a thick white cloud filled the air around the tank for a moment as the New Dawn fuel air bomb clouded the area, moments later and the spark necessary to trigger a blast caused the enemy tank to be quite literally ripped apart at the seams in an explosive fury more akin to hell itself.

"TASTE THE SUNSHINE YOU SONS OF BITCHES! YEAH BABY!" The gunner whooped as he too watched the blast in action. Michael brought himself up from his canopy and saluted the wildly dodging New Dawn jet as it jinked and weaved through incoming AA artillery and dashed around a creek bend.

As they rolled past the shattered husk of the enemy vehicle Michael saw one of its occupants, charred and burnt into something more akin a poorly cooked roast than a human being. "Hmmph, these guys are pushovers, why're they beating back the Lina's so easy?" the driver said as he kept the vehicle on the straight and narrow. Michael berated him, "that man just gave us one hell of a surprise in that vehicle, the only reason we got away easy was because we're ready for this, they're not."

The driver looked a little sullen, but perked up when Michael said "Of course, these guys wouldn't have seen the signs of this even if they were nailed all over their walls"

"Onward men! There's plenty more where these guys came from!" he bellowed out as the tank lurched on.

More artillery boomed away in the distance, this time however, it wasn't Royal Code's...

The 'Cobra' Tank
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Roamer attack aircraft loaded for bear...
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*Alert! enemy aircraft reported in sector 004-229, Alert!*

Red klaxon's blared as the pilots of Bravo Squad were roused to the sound of alarms and shouting - Mainly Cpt Somers.

"All crews to their stations! I want a full update, now!"

Running half kitted up to the comms room, he was greeted by a cacophony of sound and the commander of the airfield running up to him.

"Captain, we have enemy aircraft and confirmed enemy platoon advancing on our position, We are sustaining heavy casualties!"

"Well what the hell can we do?!"

"We only have a small squad of soldiers for defence, we never expected this sort of attack, defences report many tanks and munitions - they're hammering us."

"Can we use slingshot? I doubt we can repel fire-power of this magnitude, neither can we use the runway... Saving the aircraft is number one commander."

"Agreed, I'll ready the defence, get your men out of here Captain, we do not have many aircraft in reserve, let alone pilots like you."

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The slingshot devices creaked into action. As a way of keeping airfield building to a minimum, aircraft were every so often shot out of things resembling a cross between a cannon and a slingshot - thus saving space, and allowing for a speedy take-off, much like aircraft carriers on the high seas.

The commander sprinted towards the barracks, AT soldiers were mounting their LAW's and Infantry were already firing as bullets whistled through the air, cutting down more than a few unlucky soldiers too slow to duck.
Slamming the back door open, he grabbed some combat armour, a visored helmet and a standard issue rifle.

He knew he was going to die, but he didn't know when.
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Somers raced towards the Pilots barracks, only to find that it had been hit by tank rounds already and was charred and smouldering - He stood there amid the firefight frozen, only to be knocked to the ground by Dax, who promptly dragged him into the hangars.

"A few pilots bit the bullet Captain, but we gotta go, Commander sounded the retreat code a few seconds ago, We're still at full capacity but we'll be leaving a few reserves to sleep!"

"Motherfuckers.."

"Slingshots are charged and ready to launch to the nearest full airbase."

"THEN MOVE IT!"

5 Slingshots were mounted next to the hangars for efficient deployment, and the crews speedily moved the Avenger and Spartan fighters to the racks.

"This is Slingshot control, fire when ready."

No sound issued from the cannons, but a deafness silenced the surrounding fire-fight for a millisecond as five aircraft, still scarred from battle were flung at subsonic speeds into the unknown.

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Grabbing the attention of a small squad, the Commander lead them around to the corner of the base, where small bunkers dug out of the cold earth resided at quickly set up a fire base against the attackers.

"Laws, to the bunkers and wait for the snipers to confirm targets, GIs, move out and lay down covering fire, same goes to heavy weapons, move it!

Flipping his comms to encrypted, he radioed the command bunker:

"Have we received any confirmation on support, ground based or otherwise?"

"Sir, we have Kurataniaan aircraft scrambled, but they can't arrive for another hour, they can strike once as they're jetting from Kuratani then land back at the main airbase back behind the lines."

"And Ground based?"

"The lines are all up in slaughter commander, we're receiving reports of heavy fighting among almost every command post, although Somethingian and Royal Code units have pulled back to help us, although their ETA is unknown."

"Then abandon the base, pull back to higher grounds once the aircraft are gone, that's priority number one. Our air support can bring us help if we're still alive in one hour then."

Turning back towards the view port, he unshouldered his rifle, sprayed a line of fire that caused a group of enemy soldiers to dive to the ground and barked into his comm:

"LAWs, fire."

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The first 15 aircraft were away, with another 13 to go - One had been shot down and crash landed safely into the jungle, whereas a slingshot and a mangled Spartan lay burning in a heap - Courtesy of a tank round slamming into the fuselage.

Somers led two fighters round to try and help the defence against what seemed to be wave upon wave of men and tanks.

"Commander, you still alive there?"

Silence. Overflying the northern corner of the base, he saw that a strange tunnelling machine had annihilated the bunkers built there and enemy soldiers were swarming the airfield.

"Whatever, open up on the tanks, I think there may be low lying artillery somewhere, but I can't pinpoint it, gimme updates. Use your ammo carefully, there's friendlies out there plus we we're only half rearmed."

Rockets screamed away as the Best of Bravo squad got to work.

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OOC: That good enough? This really is a poorly defended airfield, so depending on how many aircraft get away gives you how many missiles you want to see screaming back at you. 15 are away however, so I don't mind a few more casualties. Don't assume the Commanders dead however, I plan to have two storylines going.

"This is it!" Deans shouted, "Fire for effect!"

The #1 gun settled square on a enemy cobra, and fired, sending a huge concussion of energy into the sand below. The round flew through the air, hit the upper part of the turret and bounced off into the air, exploding mid-air.

"Make mark one-third lower, fire!" Deans ordered.
The #2 gun (reference DMG industries, the behemoth's have 2 guns mounted in the turret), took aim, and fired. The shell hit dead on this time, destroying the tank.

It was only one victory, but it was a start.

Deans could realize what was happening. He got on COMS and reached the company commander.

"Breaker breaker this is uniform two-zero, requesting orders. Over" Deans said.

The Company Commander responded, "Uniform two-zero, our company is to begin a fighting retreat for the next two hours while the rest of Fifth Division is sent up to the line. Be advised two-zero that the 612th Royal Artillery Batallion is moving into position now, and will begin a full-scale firing sequence as soon as we lure them in range. You better keep those guys updated on your platoon's position, or you'll be history. Understood?"

"Copy that. Out." Deans finished.

All across the front the Royal Army sprung to life to reinforce the frontline troops. The forces on the frontline only represented 15-20% of total combat arms, the rest had to be fueled up and sent in.

As mentioned by Delta Company commander, the huge 612th Royal Army Artillery Battalion, the largest in First Division of over 1,000 hyperion, apollo, and zeus guns, had just been deployed to provide fire support for Fifth Division where the enemy was attacking most aggressively.

Farther east, First and Third divisions had fared better, able to hold the lines long enough for the rest of their divisions to arrive to reinforce, and scattered reports from 4th Division suggested that the counter attack had been counter-counter attacked, and that fourth division was again moving forward in coordination with the Somethingy troops.

Colonel Tom Powers went down in Royal history on this day with his words, "Finally, an army worthy of fighting."

*Alert! enemy aircraft reported in sector 004-229, Alert!*.

Just so i'm clear, are you fighting on the behalf of the South or North?

The fighters roared towards the enemy's planes. The enemy had no hope of out running the Somethingey F/A-401 Bird of Preys, let alone their missiles. Not even the word luck can express this. The 557th Air wing from Somethingey's 3rd carrier just happen to be on patrol in the area. Their high speed easily allowed them to catch up to the bombers. The bombers have used up just about all their ammo, this is a airman's dream come true. Slow targets with almost no ammo. The missiles came fast, but the enemy's weapons warning system saved severel bombers lives. Sadly for the enemy many of their bombers in the area would not be coming home. E-2C Hawkeyes were already looking for more planes for the Birds of Prey and thier F-35 Lightning II escorts made sure that they would be unharmed. The many enemy bombers got away, say for about one fourth which were shot down and burning in trees. The Royal Code and it's allies may have trouble on the ground, but they own the skys. It will stay like that as long as Somethingey can help it.


3rd CARRIER GROUP
COAST OF ROYAL CODE

"Those Vigilant Surveillance Satellites finally helped us in an attack." Said the Admiral of the carrier group.
Yup, our F/A-18 Super Hornets are about to raise hell for those tanks soon to." Replied a pilot walking in the Admiral's office.
"Good. Our Birds of Prey should keep the enemy airpower to a near zero."
"Thats good the rest of 1st Corp won't get in place until a week or so."
"How many birds do we lose?"
"You think those 'things' they call planes match against our planes?"
"Dang! I'm a sailor! Not a pilot!"
"First, calm down and second, the answer is zero."
The Somethingey aircraft had only one real problem and that was anti-air from the ground, but that was to be delt with soon.

OOC: About the losing 1/4 thing. That was the bombers in the area, not all your bombers. So they took out about like 3 or so bombers.

(OOC: Sorry guys, got busy. I'm back now.)

Northern Linocarol,
Eastern Front,
Automailian Sector

Seargant Major Green ducked his head as a burst of enemy machine-gun fire flew around his relative position -- the enemy forces had the zeal, in fact they had a surplus of it, but they lacked dicisipline and skill. Automailian, fortunately, had a surplus of all three. With a series of hand signals, Green had Blue Team, consisting of five men, to make a wide flanking move. With another series of hand movements he ordered his own machine-gunner, who had up until this point remained silent and still about forty yards behind them to open fire on the enemy position -- which he did very effectively, pinning them down quickly. Green quickly moved left and so did the other three men in his Red Team, they would perform a sharp right flank move, the terrain ensured that Red and Blue teams would converge about the same time. The machine-gunner watched their movement closely, stopping just before they came upon the enemy position.

The enemy's 'fortifications' were basically just a hole in the ground, reinforced with with logs on all sides, with a machine gun and about four enemy soldiers. Green slightly miscalculated, or maybe underestimated the speed of his own team, as they reached the position about twenty yards ahead of Blue. Though Automailians were taught in great detail the art of war, and quickly adjusted to the situtation, which wasn't hard, since the enemy troops paniced at the sight of them mere feet away and attempted to flee in the other direction to find cover. Green quickly put a burst into one of the defenders who tried to give his comrade cover. Someone else shot the machine-gunner, and the others were cut down as Blue Team intercepted them as they fled.

As the two fire teams met up they exchanged smirks and such, another position taken, but it wasn't any kind of real achievement. Already, the First Legion had reportedly advanced several miles into Northern Linocarol. They were in fact, far behind First Legion and it would take some foot work to catch up with them. Though nothing could help how they were slowed down, the enemy forces here had been particuarlly fearsome, and some looked like they were simply thrown into battle as if a mass of soldiers could hold them back. The Imperial Command hadn't expected such tactics and it took a few days to adjust: more artillery strikes, denser bombing, and less heavy tanks but more medium and light tanks.

Though the most disturbing rumor of all was that the Imperial Commander Lincarol Front (ICLF) had requested that Death Squads be brought into the theater of war. The Death Squads were exactly what the name implied: squads designed to kill anyone, at any time, anywhere. If rumors of their deeds proved true, and if they had actually been brought to Linocarol, then the civilians had much to fear, and the gurilleas even more.

Northern Linocarol,
Eastern Front,

Staff Seargant Wilks stared aimlessly out the window of the light-weight transport that glided over the northern regions of Northern Linocarol, ice had formed on the window due to the intense cold of the country. Most members of the Death Squads cared little for the tempature outside, and it in fact probably suited how their hearts and souls felt. They were the most evil of Automailian society, they were cruel, and some were in fact criminals pardoned by the State in exchange for their services. His Divine Majesty Hughes blessed them with no souls, or so the Military had said when they were recruited. Their job was to do what no one else could: to kill the innocent, the guilty, and anything else that needed killing, and to do is the most disgusting way possible. Wilks was fortunate enough to be given a commanding position, something he enjoyed to do it. It took his mind off the horrors that always haunted it. The faces of his victims in Sectors A and C haunted him nightly and if he did have a soul before joining, if Hughes couldn't actually bless him with no soul, then he clearly didn't have one now. Being in command allowed him to focus on the stratgey of his squad, what particular methods they would use, how they would conduct themselves, and most of all, how not to get captured.

Any member of the Death Squad captured would die, either by those that captured them or by the State. Death Squadsmen were dangerious and if they turned out to be double agents they could reak havoc back home before being caught. If entire Squads started doing that, the country could be thrown into chaos, for a time anyway but the Death Squads usually had to be killed off quietly anyway, insanity usually overtook them.

The pilot informed him that they were over the dropzone and that he and his men should get ready -- all done by direct verbal communication. Wilks moved to the back of the aircraft his bulky armor covering his entire body and basically cooking him alive, its tempature set far too high for a normal human to live for very long. Death Squads were different and had been trained to endure inside of these things for hours, which was astonishing. His men lined up behind him and soon the plane jerked as the ramp began to lower, exposing everyone inside the plane to the icy conditions outside of it. With a small prayer to Hughes, Wilks jumped out of the plane and began to decend to the ground at incrediable speed. His parachute deployed almost immediately, and his once burning armor quickly cool as the conditions of free fall hammered the heating system. It seemed like only moments before what once felt like fire, not felt like ice. Thanks to the windy conditions of the country and the overcast, their decent was probably not detected, and even if it was, they were as far north as one could go, it would take time for them to find their exact location, by that point they'd be gone and probably already done with one or two raids.

Due to his armor he decent was more rough and it felt like falling from a two story building, luckily the suit was designed not only to give off high levels of heat, it also was to help the person survive the fall. Seargant Wilks immediately went into action, rapidly taking off his suit, which was covered in no less than a few centimeters of ice. The chest peice of the suit no only contained the heating system, but also a smaller comparment, he opened it up and pulled out his grey trenchcoat, the once assigned to all Death Squads. He already had on his basic gear, weapons and such, the suit was designed to allow him to carry all those in a safe manner -- his trenchcoat could not be worn while he wore the armor and thus the compartments place.

During decent he'd kept track of some of his squad members and knew their relative landing locations. Beyond that his squad also had an intranet, a system by which communications and information could be exchanged on a completely safe network, encrypted and double encrypted -- designed especially for his Squad.

"Location," he stated into his microphone. Threw the static he heard a variety of sounds from tangos to deltas to alphas and omegas. He couldn't hear threw it all, and decided instead to pick a central location, "Rally at location Red Zone," he stated. Within five minutes his entire squad of ten men were assembled around him, their faces equally lost in a never ending cycle of horrific images, some smirked at them, others grimaced constantly, and the lucky ones gave no expression at all -- sorrow in what they had done, but duty bound to keep doing it. He pulled out a map of Northern Linocarol and saw the relatively large cities and such, but he discounted them for obvious reasons. He instead chose areas away from the major metropolitans and in the rural areas. Villages and small towns had to dot the entire region.

With a few quick hand signals he and his team would maintain radio silence for most of the mission, their Intranet only being used when nessecary. As they cruised threw the freezing mountainious landscape the snow and ice formed over them giving them natural camoflauge. It took only an hour to find the right target -- a humble village with a small dirt road threw it, a perfect target. It only had a few houses, a general store probably and about fifty civilians. The only thing that concerned him was the forty or so rebels that occupied the village and seemed to be gathering supplies and recruiting the local youth.

The enemy hadn't yet seen them, and they were far enough away in the woods that the weather would conceal even heavy movement. Again, with just a few quick hand signals, Alpha Team began to move around the woods so that they faced the northern part of the town, they also had the squad's machine-gun with them. He and his Omega Team circled around to the southern part of the village and got into the position. He didn't need to tell Alpha what the plan was in detail, the hand signals told everything they needed to know. Within five minutes Wilks saw a enemy soldier hit the ground, his comrades looked around in confusion until a second one fell. They quickly began to run for cover, the civilians did the same a two or three of them hit the ground before they could reach their homes. Immediately small-arms from at least three of Alpha's Team began to open up, picking off rebels but clearly giving away their position. Seeing only three enemies attacking them, the Northern Linocarolians massed into two team, each consisting of ten men, this took some time as they were under constant fire. Though after a few minutes they launched their assault with a detachment staying behind to give cover fire while the two groups charged forward fanatically.

Wilks threw up a few hand signals and his men advanced out of the woods and started shooting at the exposed Northern Linocarolians, whom were probably only a hundred and fifty yards away. About the same time the machine-gun opened fanatically on one of the incoming waves while small arms fire adjusted and fired at the other wave. The enemy forces began to fall quickly. Omega Team kept walking towards the town shooting at they went, taking down enemy troops left and right. As they reached the outskirts of the town and began to advance into the more urban areas the enemy teams sent out to assault the wooded position were fleeing, a considerable number lay in the now red snow. Those inside of the town began to break down in command structure and many began to flee into the houses of the civilians to seek refuge. Alpha Team emerged from the woods and advanced quickly, cutting down the stragglers from the retreating Linocarolian forces. Alpha and Omega Teams met in the center of the town nearly thirty minutes later, after mopping up the enemy forces by going door to door and killing eveyrone inside of the houses. Enemy forces or otherwise.

They quickly gathered up enemy equipment including assault rifles, ammo, food, and water and quickly melted back into the snowy landscape. By the time the next enemy force arrived, weather to check up on their late comrades, or because they heard the sounds of gunfire -- they would be greeted by a grusome sight.

Other Death Squads, nearly five in all did similar acts in an attempt to weaken the will of the Northern Linocarolian people, and if it didn't weaken their will it kept them off balance. For a time at least.

Northern Linocarol,
Eastern Front,
Automailian Sector

It crept slowly threw the forest, its rubber tracks gaining good traction on the mountainous terrain. It was a Talon, a robot designed for war and this war would test its usefulness in combat. Mounted on it was a SWORDS system, allowing First Class Private Mendez to fire up to a thousand rounds out of the machine, from miles away. Its goal wasn't anything that required a great deal of ammo and its capabilities were just what the Totaltarian Empire needed. The Talon, under Mendez's control, found a spot behind a log that overlooked at road. Its sensors showed its brother Talons taking up positions near him and on the other side of the road, there were about six in all, three on opposite sides of the road.

What was coming up the road was a supply convoy, with about ten enemy troops and two large trucks. Within those trucks could have been supplies or it could have been food, ammunition, or that sort of thing. They wouldn't know until bullets started flying. Though Mendez and his fellow soldiers knew they had chosen perfect positions, it was almost like playng a video game. The Northern Linocarolians wouldn't expect robots to be waiting for them this far behind their front lines. The Talons emitted little heat since they were battery powered and thanks to upgrades from the Imperial Command they were able to last much longer in the field. They had acutally been remotely driven past enemy lines at night, along routes that seemed secure enough, and their goal was to deliever a surprisingly element of war to the enemy -- an army that could both fight you conventially and unconventially at the same time.

The convoy got nearly in the center of their formation before Mendez pressed the button, spraying dozens of rounds in mere seconds upon the enemy. The lead trucks driver was immediately taken out, causing the second truck to try and drive out it, shielding it on one side but exposing it to another. The enemy troops, while inexperianced with robots, soon got the idea of what was shooting at them. Though some of them had already fallen, the others took cover and fired back. The idea of fighting a machine instead of man probably dissolved any sense of dread about an enemies reputation. The only problem was that the robots were on both sides of the road and the enemy forces were forced to pick a side -- unfortunately they chose Mendez's side. His robot was in fact the first one hit and his screen went dead as its power went out. The two others had better luck, knocking down at least two more enemy troops before they turned and attempted to flee. As the North Linocarolians turned to engage the other ones they had vanished, but not before two of them unloaded about a hundred rounds each into Mendez's bot to ensure the enemy could not repair and reuse the technology, they immediatey fled.

The first experiance the Totaltarian Empire had with warbots in the field had come out less than pleasing.

OOC: Gees lousie! Exactly how many people are fighting AGAINST the rebels!!!

o_O

IC:

"Mister Klintoff, the North Linacarolian advances in sections five, nine and twelve have stalled..." the Linacarolian captain said, his face a mixture of angst and anger, "they've almost been wiped out actually, you allocated them nowhere near enough support, or training time for such an assault."

"That was to be expected, they were the dregs of your forces anyway, an acceptable loss"

The North Linacarolian captain's face turned bright red in anger, "HOW COULD YOU SAY THAT! THEY WERE MEN OF FREEDOM! THEY HAD FAMILIES TO FIGHT FOR! AND YOU WASTED THEIR LIVES AS IF THEY DON'T CA..." his protest was cut short when Klintoff spun around and bodily grasped the collar of the Captains uniform, "I DID THAT BECAUSE YOUR MEN ARE WEAK!!! PITIFUL!!! THEY HAD ENOUGH TIME TO TRAIN FOR THIS! BUT YOU NEVER TRAINED THEM! What of the New Dawn attacks"

The captain, shaken but not entirely above hitting back managed to sneer "Your fanatical sons of bitches ARE having some progress, they're making mincemeat from the unprepared troops, but our own radar is detecting a significant force of aerial elements proceeding to the zone. So much for your element of surprise"

Jeremy didn't take the bait at the end of the report, and simply said "That success is the difference between your men and mine, we're in a position where we are smaller, and facing a numerically and possibly technically superior foe. We need to strike hard, and fast, if we want to achieve anything. Have the North Linacarolian troops dig in, bunker up, and hold in place, they've done all they'll be able to do."

He was just about to walk away from the Captain when the man said "Also, you might want to know one troop was wiped out, along with the village they were fighting in..."

The Lightbringer training in Jeremy made him smile slightly, which he was glad the Captain didn't see, or else he might very well have had to initiate Project Placements much sooner than he wanted, "Hmmm... terror tactics... either our enemy is weaker than we expect, or he's a lot more dangerous than you could possibly imagine"

Naturally, Klintoff expected the latter, but the Captain once again showed his incompetence by boldly saying "Ha! So they are getting desperate! Who knows, this might be a victory after all..."

Jeremy gave up on the Captain, and made contact with the New Dawn high command.

"For the cause brother" came a voice from within the darkened room on the screen.
"For our cause" he replied, "High Chancellor, Lightbringer Klintoff reporting on our efforts in North Linacarolia. Our forces are performing admirably, and have made significant gains in the intial thrusts, however, the enemy still has significant aerial superiority over us, and it's starting to hurt our troops considerably. Requesting further anti-aircraft and missile systems."

"Request granted, we expected as much and can inform you the next shipment will have an extra allotment of munitions for your air-denial weaponry" the figure said. Jeremy bowed slightly in gratitude, it wasn't unusual for the High Chancellor and his associates to seem to know exactly what there forces would need and when, but what Jeremy intended to ask next would be a surprise. Gulping slightly, he continued on, "also High Chancellor, I request to go ahead with Project Placements, and request permission to utilise the New Life project"

A silence was his reply, and for a moment Jeremy thought he had offended the High Chancellor, one of the few things the Lightbringer ever feared of doing.

Instead, another voice, this time one much more raspy, as though being forced from some tortured throat, came through, "You do realise, Lightbringer Klintoff, that the New Life project has not been used outside of our own areas before. Why would you need such powers that the New Life project will provide?"

"Honorable member, the New Life project is all we can do without significantly decreasing our own presence within Reicha itself. This war is getting bigger by the day, and we need their abilities. After all, we need the alliance to extend our influence throughout the world, and I have heard reports of villages being wiped clean of residents, so whoever is doing this will have some sort of psycho-conditioning."

A tense twenty minutes passed as the High Council of the New Dawn revolutionary movement argued amongst itself. Klintoff listened to another altogether more familar sound as it began to fill the air. The royal code artillery wasn't asleep at the switch, and was already plastering swathes of territory with shells. In his own mind Klintoff hoped the second part of the offensive worked out, otherwise all this would be for nothing...

"Lightbringer, we have come to a decision" the raspy voice said, "Your words do not speak of a man in haste, and you have sound judgement, this we know from your past efforts within our glorious empire... you may initate project placements, and we here shall prepare the New Life"

Jeremy was lost for words, the council had approved his efforts, Michael must have had words beforehand - having a New Dawn loyalty ensign on your side was the next best thing to having the High Chancellors ear personally.

The initial assault hadn't gone to waste, and had bought the time for him to convince the High Council to allow New Life to be initated.

Now it was time for New Life, the second, significantly more dangerous part of the operation, to be brought into play.

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THE BLACK REICH
SOMEWHERE WITHIN NEW DAWN CONTROLLED TERRITORY

Few had ever found out about the facility MAXIMO 12, for the simple fact that those who tried were often killed as quickly as possible.

Throughout the war between The Black Reich's government forces, and the New Dawn Revolutionary Army, many different Reichan commanders had tried to pinpoint the location of MAXIMO 12, or MAX 12 as it was more commonly called.

None had even come close.

The High Council itself stepped from their private jet and walked briskly from the runway and into the covered area of the landing zone, so as not to be hit by any of the boiling hot ash that was falling from a nearby erupting volcano. Swiping their cards across the scanner, the beep of granting of access caused a door that rarely had been opened to hiss dust and dirt as the elderly pistons sprang to life once more.


The lift complex that greeted their eyes was much cleaner than the doorway, but still looked somewhat elderly. The last time the automated facility had been engaged had been in the New Dawn's darkest hour, today, it would be engaged once again. The High Chancellor pressed on a button marked TIER 4 - long term storage and walked towards a shaft

The High Council entered a huge lift shaft, hewn from what amounted to being a mass of solid rock, and proceeded to go down. The sight that greeted them looked like some weird and wonderful horror show, the industrialised chambers held grotesque objects, masses of flesh and bone that had long since died inside the chambers...

Embryos of human beings...

One of the high council looked at the long-dead feotus and tsked "waste of money that one," he looked around, "we need to flush the system, cleanse it of all this garbage" he said as he pointed to the feotus. "then we can get the troops ready"

"How long do you reckon it will take the automations to begin the synthetic tissue replacements once the growths reach suitable maturity levels?" The High Chancellor said.

"Give me a month, and the first legions will be ready to be sent for desensitizing and direct-feed combat training."

"Excellent councilman, see it be done" the High Chancellor said as he walked back towards the lift...


The New Life project, armour variation schemes
http://h.yimg.com/download2.games.yahoo.com/games/buzz2/content/p/1/385141/920858_20050726_screen004.jpg

A New Life heavy unit, taken from a still in a Reichan civil war propoganda film
http://pcmedia.ign.com/pc/image/article/610/610567/bet-on-soldier-20050505001139815.jpg

OOC: Black Reich, I am the only large conventional army in-country at the time. My allies have troops here, yes, but they are reliant on supply lines (just as you are) and can only advance at a certain speed. I am probobly your biggest head-on concern. You might want to find a way around me (politically and militarily speaking). It would make for an excellent story, especially if you win.

IC:

Fort Carlyle, Northern Royal Code, 100 miles upspin of Beth

Private 1st Class Rico Williams was given his score sheet, and he presented it to his squad leader.

Coming off the rifle range in the 1000 yard test, he scored 930/1000. His squad leader saw it, and said 'Private, Ripper Owens scored a 960 on this test, you can do better. Go fill up three more magazines and do it over."

"Yes sir." Williams reluctantly obeyed.

Williams was one of the most recent batch of 200,000 volenteers going through basic training. In another two weeks they would complete the ten week course, and move on to AIT, where they would spend another five weeks on MOS-training.

At Beth Harbor, a dozen large cargo ships pulled in with their destroyer escorts. The ships docked, and the ramps came down. Rolling off were hundreds of brand new Behemoth III (latest edition by DMG, slightly improved) super heavy battle tanks boasting new 300 mm guns and a vast assortment of secondary weapons, bradley fighting vehicles, strykers, and humvees. The ships had brought in fresh rifles, new attack helicopters, and a vast assortment of other infantry weapons. Plus spare parts for vehicles.

Given the fact the Royal Code was more than capable of supplying its own army halfway across the globe, something big was obviously about to go down. If the Royal Code has just spent billions in new equipment and technology, all hell's about to break loose.

The Royal Air Force, which up to this point had stayed largely uninvolved, had finally called up the necessary manpower to begin it's planned operation.

The 1st, 6th, 7th, and 12th Royal Air Forces started sending up aircraft by the hundreds. Strikes immedately began on the front line as direct fire support. Enemy supply lines were immediately struck, and radar stations and SAM sites were taken out by OTH (over the horizon) long range cruise missiles. Air fields were struck by cluster munitionsA huge surplus of air-supremecy fighters made their way north to cut down enemy air traffic.

Several allied bombers and fithters were shot down or disabled, but the sheer numbers and the usage of sophisticated technology and electronic warfare made the ground-based AA effort almost totally in vain. Allied pilots were much more concerned with Black Reich fighters. But the allies had the advantage that they were close at home, and it was only an hour's flight to get to the hot zone, and help for them was never far away, even if they were shot down.

North Linacarol was brought under the strangling hold of the Royal Air Force. While the fighters maintained round-the-clock air superiority, the bombers did not stop either. They plummled enemy infastructure into submission. Up to this point, North Linacarol had not been directly attacked, but this had changed things. The Royal Air Force desecrated anything that could even remotely benifit military actions.

As for the portion of Southern Linacarol the north had invaded, The endless batallions of Royal Artillery (which the Royal Code is famous for) combined with a relentless aerial assault from hundreds of air craft, put the enemy at bay. Collecting enemy casualty reports was impossible; 1 because one could not advance into hostile territory without being blown up by one's own artillery, and 2 because there were hardly any remains to identify what limb or slosh of intestines belonged to what person.

The F/A-401 Bird of Prey is the most powerful plane Somethingey has ever used. With it's stealth technology, it could strike and disappear before enemy SAMs had the chance to fight back. Five of thses warbirds were out to earn their name. The moonless night and the fact the Birds of Prey stayed close to the tree line made them invisible.
"This is hawk one-seven-whiskey going into stand by."
"This is hawk one-eight-whiskey going into stand by."
"This is hawk two-one-november going into stand by."
"This is hawk two-two-november going into stand by."
"This is hawk one-one whiskey-november hawk leader going to stand by."
"Understood hawks. Light 'em up."
"Understood. Ok hawks you hear the man. Light 'em up!"
The planes then pulled up from the tree line until they were over their target.
"This is one-seven! BOMBS AWAY!"
"This is two-one! BOMBS AWAY!"
"This is two-two! BOMBS AWAY!"
"This is one-eight! BOMBS AWAY!"
The cluster bombs fell straight down into the fuel depot. Causing large explosions. The guards on duty now were wide awake, got up and got to their SAMs. The missiles flew though the air. In their panic two guards missed fired and their missiles just crashed into some trees. The other missiles who were set on radar lock just flew in the air not knowing where their targets were. But not all the enemys had their SAMs on radar lock. Three guards fired thermal seeking missiles. The Birds of Pray entered mach 3 and fired all their flares. Two missles followd the flares, but the third stayed true and two-two was hit. The pilot ejected and landed in the woods. The plane now with out it's pilot crashed in the depot adding to the flames. But where was one-one? An enemy radar station was about to find out. The moblie radar had no hope and the anti-radar missile flew straight at it's target. The radar saw the missile, but it was to late to call for SAMs let alone fighters. The explosion flashed a light across the night sky.
"Ok hawks let go home and report that one of our boys is behind enemy lines."

OOC: I want to rp a downed pilot trying to get back to the friendly side of the battle field for some more fun:D

OOC: Politically around you... pah, the dawn of the revolution is just waiting for the clouds to part before it's glorious rise over all of your Royal Code! :D

Also, to all involved, remember my forces have to cross a rather inhospitable mountain range to get to the North Linacarolian combat zone... nothing's been said about not being able to communicate with THE BLACK REICH proper and combine forces against New Dawn operatives in their homelands... ;)

Did someone say potential International Conflict?

IC:

Finally, the battle lines had been drawn in the sand once more, even the hard-fighting and stone spirited New Dawn assault forces dared not move further until they could get reinforced.

The assault by the New Dawn 12th Armoured had put the enemy on a serious stepback, and had made quite a considerable amount of land back from the initial enemy attacks. However, like all assaults, the age old problems had arisen... armoured forces, whilst powerful, were hardly the correct form of weapon for use in a conflict that was predominantly comprised of wet, muddy, jungle soils. The light tanks of the New Dawn assault had had enough trouble trying to get forward in their attacks against the Royal Codes unsuspecting allies. The New Dawn medium tanks, after the initial rush, had suffered terribly at the hands of Royal Code ultra-long range artillery when the Roamer V/STOL jets had lost the initiative in the air to a dedicated and, more importantly, larger enemy air fleet.

Nonetheless, the New Dawn offensive had not been in vain. The 12th armoured was but a single corps of the powerful New Dawn Revolutionary Army, and it was only a single medium corps. The heavies were being kept for the specific purpose of defending the Dawn's territory in Reicha for the time being.

There had yet to be any input from the New Dawn Navy, and the New Dawn Air Arm was itching to be given the go ahead to begin cross-border attacks...

However, Jeremy realised that even with such power at his disposal, there was no use bringing it to bear - and potentially leaving New Dawn territory lightly defended back in the homeland of Reicha - when their North Linacarolian "allies" were too busy falling back in disarray whenever they met enemy opposition. The men, while willing to fight for their independance on the ground, were being led by what was essentially a leadership cadre who had no leadership whatsoever.

Jeremy Klintoff looked around at the men, and the odd woman, who helped to 'command' the revolution... the ones in front of him were currently busy helping themselves to a wine cellar in a house they had 'commandeered' from its owner. A group of soldiers, men of the North Linacarolian army, trudged past. They looked tattered, dirty and almost broken in spirit, they slouched as they marched, tired to the bone, many had the famed 'thousand-yard stare' a veteran who'd seen too much had when he finally snapped.

One NLA officer, a portly man who seemed to have a rather indignant and self-righteous tone about himself even around other officers ordered the colum to halt. "Pick yourselves up! Look at you! You're uniforms are a disgrace! How can you possibly be given leave when you can't even be fussed to stand properly and look like a true soldier!"

The lightbringer in Klintoff realised now was a perfect chance to begin the important process of winning hearts and minds... he calmly walked up to the NLA officer and said "Excuse me, but if they aren't true fighters, they should look and act more like yourself correct?"

"why yes, of course, all NLA should strive to be like their officers" the man said.

"There is a law against looting as well yes?"

"Of course, we're here to get our independance"

Jeremy stood in the officers face and roared "THEN SHUT YOUR TRAP! BECAUSE THESE MEN ARE UP THERE FIGHTING FOR THAT VERY CAUSE WHILE YOU AND YOUR CRONIES HERE LOOT THIS GOD-DAMN HOUSE FOR ITS WINE!!!" He turned to face the troops, who were grinning ever so slightly, "thank you sir" one of them quipped.

"Don't thank me trooper, we should be thanking you, you folks are performing spectacularly under some horrid conditions (more like performing like slugs in a 100 metre dash he thought to himself). Be proud of your efforts, and be proud of those uniforms, they bear the mark of your service to your cause, and to your revolution... OUR REVOLUTION!" Jeremy yelled.

The gathered troops this time roared their approval of the impromptu speech, and whilst they marched off still tired and weary looking, the silent, grave like procession had taken on a brighter, somewhat happier tone as a few men began to joke and talk once more...

The infuriated officer from the NLA ranted and raved at Klintoff, who quite easily tuned out to him as he walked away, "have your wine, you earnt it officer" he said with a sneer...

Operation Placements was a go.

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The same time, back in the Black Reich, inside New Dawn held territory

"The first stage of recycling is complete sir" a man said through his bio-hazard mask.

"Excellent Janitor Simmons, begin the daily feed process"

With a mixture of beeps, whirrs and whines, the embryonic chambers housing the bodies of the developing infants moved forward. The huge amount of growth hormones and stimulants being injected into each developing body was phenomenal, as was the horrific 'feeding' process... the nutrient-rich fluids that fed into these 'grown' bodies were a mixture of all matter of biological materials, all ground to a fine pulp so as they could be consumed by the developing child in each tube, among the pulp being the nutrient rich remnants of other 'growths' that had failed at earlier stages - their bodies being high in all the necessary developmental materials for obvious reasons.

As each child was fed its supplements, a huge pair of needle-like syringes injected themselves directly into the brain of the figures

These were the New Dawns method of teaching the child all it would need to know - combat tactics, weapon handling, right down to the basics of speech, and even learning how to walk.

Doctor Fresman, the member of the High Council responsible for the facility, smiled as he watched one of the tank-bound babes reach an arm out and press it flat against the glass wall.

"Welcome to the world, my child" he said, "soon enough, you'll be one with your brothers... you'll become one of us, the living embodiment of all the New Dawn stands for"

Looking down from the tubed infant Fresman gazed across a underground drill parade, and looked at the faces of over a thousand newborn New Life infantry being kitted out, each one ready for combat and training the second they were 'born' of their stasis tanks... each one ready for war.

Yes, the second phase of the New Dawn assault was progressing perfectly, all they needed was a little more time...

OOC post, sorry about this but it's gotta be done

As of Feb 11 2007, there's a chance that I, the Black Reich, will not be able to post for a two week period of real time, as I will be part of a military ex taking place here. Suffice to say I will inform you all as of when I actually go, but count this as a 'heads up'.

In the IC roleplaying field, just think of it as a relative lull in the conflict while both sides lick their wounds and the New Dawn awaits their New Life project to become operation... I still got a few more aces up my sleeve before I go on course...;)

The Battle was over. The small airbase was smouldering, smashed under the surprise attack of the New Dawn soldiers. Of the 70 soldiers of the defence and support crew, a small band of 11 were hacking their way through the undergrowth - a further 9 aircraft had launched, the others completely destroyed, shot off the slingshot launchers, or gunned down by tanks just after takeoff they burned all the same.

However, of the 30 aircraft stationed there, 24 had escaped, but Barely. Most were trailing sparks and were in a worse condition than the three fighters that tested the Napalm bombs.

"This is Somers, all wings report in."

One by one, with six endless pauses, the squadron reported in.

"Any survivors of the defence?"

"Negative sir, they hit us hard. "

"Doesn't matter, we're going back there soon as."

Gritting his teeth, he pinged his sensors.

"Airbase, South-west. We go there."

Without another word, the battered and almost broken fighters wheeled around in formation and shot forth into the blue sky.

Alive.

_________________________________________________________________-

The Commander of the Airbase jumped down into a small hollow, where a small pond happened to lie, the other 10 soldiers slumped down, exhausted.

"Sergeant, gimme a report on casualties."

"Everyone that didn't escape with us was killed by either the attacking forces, or by a bullet in their head. Noone wanted to be captured."

"Figures, If we get back alive, we'll tell tales of their heroism. How many escaped?"

"13, but two got gunned down just after we left. I don't know if they're following us - they may wish to consolidate forces."

"Well I guess we'll just have to take that risk. Bunk down for the night and post sentries, we move at 0500."

Turning to his bag, he pulled out a transmitter and flipped it on:

"This is Kuratanian forces requesting immediate evac, repeat, immediate exac, coords are enclosed within transmission, over."

Sighing, he pulled out his ground cloth and fell itno a fitful sleep.

"Sir!"
"What?" Asked Carl.
"I think you should hear this." The solider turned on his radio and the message played.
"This is Kuratanian forces requesting immediate evac, repeat, immediate exac, coords are enclosed within transmission, over."
"Send the 10th platoon."
"Sir, we lost 10th from the enemy light tanks."
"Oh, I remember...Then we will send all what is left of 7th and also, tell the rest of 1st Corps to set up a large airfield here." Carl send pointing at a place on the map he was holding.
"Its far from the front line, but close that our long range bombers can bomb the enemy."
"Yes sir."
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"To Kuratanian forces, this is Somethingey mechanized division heading towards you. Stand by for pick up."

General of the Royal Armies (the equivilant to the US General of the Armies of the United States) Rayford Hayden was talking over the phone to his executive officer.

"The parliament will not allow us to invade the North.... I know that..... They're traveling by land coming from further north..... yes..... yes..... Four divisions on their western boarder already..... mhmm...... No, like i said, an invasion of the North would trigger international reprocussions beyond that of what's already going on. From what i've been told by the Federal Intellegence Agency there's another nation of comparable size backing the North with men and equipment.......... yes...... exactly. When will our new crop be ready to ship out? I know we got all that new gear in....... ah huh.... two months? Okay, that sounds good. I'll do what i can to make it easier for you. Yep, goodbye." He hung up.

The stage was set for a dramatic climax between the two superpowers of this war.



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"Cease fire! Cease fire!" The Major called.

The heavy guns of the Royal Artillery batallions finally ceased. After almost 20 days of non-stop shelling of all enemy territory within 50 miles of the front line, there was very little left to bombard. The trees had not only been blown down, but blown up again, and again, and again. Tanks had been pulled back, bunkers had been completely wiped off the earth. 500 square miles of earth, 50 miles out bearing the entirety of the 100 mile-long front line was a barren wasteland of death.

The Royal Army advanced through the wet murky soil. Moving the front line 50 miles further north, but stopping where the artillery had run out of range. At this line the resistance picked up again, and the new skirmish line was formed.

Colonel Powers decided to pull the formation back 3 miles so that the enemy would be incapable of using the trees to their advantage for infantry attack. The Royal Artillery Batallions moved up. The entire mobile infastructure of the Royal Army advanced to establish a new support system.

The four main roads leading into southern Linacarol were bogged with military cargo vehicles (with armed escorts) keeping the big guns fed. If there was one thing the Royal Military was never in short supply of, it was ammunition. Food maybe... at times... overseas... but never ammo.

Allied air-supremacy continued as the Royal Air Force and her international allies continued to fly tight rings around North Linacarol. Due to international war laws, they could not fire upon Black Reich troops until they entered north Linacarol, and once they did, they basically disappeared for 900 miles until they emerged near the Beth River, due to the dense foliage.

But as far as air power went, nothing could stay off the ground for long, an allied fighter was never more than twenty minutes away.

Over at Fort Madison, Army tankers from the front line were given the brief on thier new toy, the Behemoth III. It looked very very promising...

The Commander woke to sounds of clanking and machinery - He grabbed his rifle just in time to see a new dawn soldier burst through the undergrowth. He fired without hesitation or mercy, and the unlucky soldier tumbled to the ground.

"Soldiers, up an at 'em! Move move move!"

He dived for cover behind a fallen tree as more soldiers came through the brush - the 10 other soldiers hastily grabbed their weapons and joined them. Suddenly a tank burst through behind the enemy soldiers and halted.

Barely a second passed as the commanders life flashed before his eyes.

Almost.

An explosion ripped the vision in front of him away as all 11 soldiers were thrown backwards - explosions and gunfire filled the air. They simply lay there, too tired and blasted to do anything as they saw the mechanised forces of the Somethingian state rolling past. After a few minutes they got up and wearily followed the shattered hulk of the tank and bodies back to the ruined airfield.

"I take it you're what's left of this airfield, commander."

A man walked up in full combat armour, flanked by a group of men.

"Commander of the 7th mechanised division."

"Pleased to make your aquaintance, do you have any info on these enemies?"

"Well they seemed to have smashed this airfield into nothing and left again, we must have just destroyed a small defense post. We've set up another airfield further back from here - Your pilots have already been transferred to it and it has the 1st mechanised division there. "

"Thats good to know. I take it you have transports for a lot of people?"

"Yes, that's really the reason why we're here, why do you ask?"

"Because I have to return over 60 bodies to my state with a detailed explanation as to how and why they died. I intend to give their families something to bury."

"They died in the name of freedom, commander. "

"I know... "

They turned and walked back into the ruined airbase, while the war raged on, blissfully unaware of what it had done to 100 men at that airbase, or the hundreds of thousands of people it had already visited.

The Somethingey soldiers had already start to load the bodies of Kuratani soliders into Srtykers. Carl had also ordered that the bodies of the dead were to be treated as if it was your own family. After the bodies were loaded Carl started looking though the airfield to see if it could still work. Bradleys were on patrol and Abrams were shelling what was left of the force that attacked the base. Apaches flew over head, one was shot down before the attack coppers blew up a small column of tanks.

Skies above Beth River,
Northern Linocarol,
Automailian Sector

Senior Airman Troc turned his fighter-bomber towards his target, the large bridge dubbed 'Teal Bridge' by the Imperial Command and watched as his fellow pilots gracefully appeared on either sides of his wing, he knew one more was behind him, but he would lead all three of them to their target. He allowed his fighter-bomber to descend a few thousand feet to provide the best height for which to strike the bridge. It was all apart of a much larger plan the Imperial Command had been brewing up. Teal Bridge was the only route for eastern North Linocarolians to retreat across and for them to receive reinforcements, there were only three other bridges on the Beth River. One was already controlled by the Royal Codians, while the other two were within their sector and the Imperial Command hadn't authorized deployment to strike targets within their allies sectors.

Finally threw the foliage of the cold and snowy, yet dense forests of North Linocarol, the fighter-bomber group under Senior Airman Troc found the bridge, tightly shoved into the scene and looked like it didn't belong there. Only a dirt road showed that anyone even traveled to the bridge, its iron frame rusted and showing signs of poor maintenance. He doubted it would take even two targeted strikes to take the bridge down. As they swept in, the formation broke so that they could properly hit the bridge. Troc locked onto his particular concrete-steel pillar, which held the rusted bridge up and squeezed the trigger, firing his air-to-surface at his intended target. The missile reached the pillar and exploded into a fireball, three other fireballs exploded around other pillars. In a matter of moments the bridge collapsed leaving only a dozen or so feet on each side still standing, though for now it would suffice to cut the enemy off from their reserves and their retreat.

"Objective complete," said Troc into his radio and his team reformed and turned back towards their base.

North Linocarol,
Classified Position

The tactics of the Death Squads continued almost uninterrupted, save now after five villages had come up with all their residents brutally executed and their bodies mutilated, everyone else would be on guard. That didn't bother Staff Sergeant Wilks though, he'd been in Sectors A and C where those maniacs were so tortured by Death Squads they'd usually had to sleep in shifts. His mind for a moment has he waited for his prey had a flashback to the horrible conditions in both sectors. Sector A, the Anarchist Sector where all 'enemies of the state' went was a group of mountains with a hundred foot tall concrete wall, reinforced heavily to keep those inside from escaping was terrible place to be, even if you were there to kill people. Those souls lived forever in a virtual hell, fighting themselves and having to worry about being killed by the Death Squads whom used the sector has a training coarse. The rocky mountains, hollowed out after years of attempts by the anarchists to build some sort of mass shelter was dark and cold and a perfect place to catch some unexpected person walking down their halls. Sector C was the Criminal Sector where all criminals, from petty thugs to mass murderers were sent. A swamp of horrors, the life expectancy of people living there was a year at max, if the insane criminals which inhabited the swamp didn't kill you, the Death Squads would.

Wilks was brought out of his haunting by a hand patting his shoulder, he opened his eyes and looked to see Sergeant Mustang (http://accel3.mettre-put-idata.over-blog.com/0/35/24/82/capp8atg.jpg), his second-in-command and a man that understood the pain of being a member of a Death Squad. Their eyes said all that needed to be said, Mustang's glare told Wilks that life was hell and to get over the images. Mustang's eyes shifted over to the road, which caused Wilks to look over to and in the distance the shadow figures of NLA troops marching came into view. All ten members of the Death Squad kneeled, lay, or stood perfectly still in their positions. The enemy formation marched quietly, no songs, no talking, nothing. This caused the hair on the back of Wilks neck to stand straight up. Nevertheless, the plan could not be called off now. The man at the head of the column stepped on the booby trap laid by the Death Squad, causing a grenade to go off seconds later causing no less than seven soldiers at the front of the column to collapse to the ground, some blown back a few feet, other simply crumbled -- dead instantly. As soon as the grenade went off the Death Squad unleashed hell upon the unsuspecting enemy troops.

The NLA troops immediately attempted to put up a fight, some of them rushing some members of the Death Squad, only to step on more booby traps and get killed instantly. Within five minutes the battle was mostly over with only a few enemy troops escaping. Zono, the team's stalker patted Wilks on the shoulder and pointed to himself then the retreating enemy. Wilks shook his head. Someone needed to spread the news of the horrors that were going on, or else their mission turned from terror to simply murder.

Wilks advanced upon the bodies of the enemy troops; they'd killed nearly twenty in this engagement, making their total kills so far over sixty, without a loss. A gurgled, a painful breath sent Wilks swinging his AK-74 over to an enemy soldier on the ground that had suffered a few shots to his abdomen and was surely going to die. Wilks walked up to the soldier and took aim at his face, the dying man laughed out loud, shocking the death squad leader.

"I hope there is a special place in hell for you. That village didn't deserve that, you prick," he said, and his eyes glanced down the road before they became fixed there and his breathing stopped. Wilks looked down the road. His men hadn't attacked any village around here, he wasn't even aware a sizeable one existed. That meant he and his men had likely crossed paths with another death squad. In training they were encouraged not to examine how each other had performed their 'duty' to their country. Wilks, however, couldn't help but wonder what the other squad had done. He'd only seen what his squad had done. He felt Mustang's upon him and he shivered, but tightened his coat around him to make it seem like it was weather related.

As he turned he knew Mustang had already predicted what he was thinking, "Do you really think you want to see what others like us do?" His look was sadistic, yet fatherly. Mustang had been in the Death Squad from a much younger age than most and he was a highly skilled veteran, which meant he was probably the best individual soldier in the entire Totalitarian Empire. Wilks hesitantly nodded. Mustang immediately took command with a number of hand signals to the squad. They all nodded. Mustang and Wilks would be gone for no more than thirty minutes, the squad was to follow regulations, and head to Teal Zone, and await them there. Wilks and Mustang quietly crept into the woods, their movements blending into their surroundings.

Within just a few minutes they reached the outskirts of the villages. Wilks squinted to get a better view, when a the wind died down for a second he saw it. "No" he whispered under his voice. The village was full of nothing but women and children, the men long since drafted into service. Words could not describe the carnage that the Staff Sergeant saw. He turned on his heels and headed back into the forest.

Northern Linocarol,
Automailian Sector,
II Legion Headquarters

Major General Bradley looked at the 3D map of the Automailian Sector with pleasure. Some of Royal Code's other allies had been stalled by a counter strike by the North Lincarolians, albeit they seemed to fight more fanatically and with more skill than usual. Though not even this set-back on other sectors prevented Automailian green arrows from advancing on the map. Miles had already been taken, but it was merely the beginning of things to come. The map also showed more green arrows showing up in the form of two more brigades of infantry, a regiment of medium tanks, and two more artillery battalions -- the first batch of reinforcements. Though that was their official duty it wasn't their actual one. They were to partake in a massive offensive.

Bradley and his advisors had dubbed it, Operation: Ice Jungle, in honor of the intolerable climate in which they fought. The current ten brigades (two divisions) who were in theater numbered about fifty-thousand troops, not counting logistics, medical, and engineering forces. The moment was at hand for the operation and its goal was simple -- the Beth River. He'd already received reports that Teal Bridge was down and it was now only a matter of time before the two new brigades and their complimentary forces were ready for combat. Bradley himself would lead the offensive.

[OOC: By the way, let me know how my roleplaying it. I'm trying to improve it a bit, and if you see anything you think needs improvement. Just let me know. Thanks.]

Take the example of the other RPers. You're waiting on nobody but yourself. Go ahead and post.

OOC:You're right. I hope this country has a sea next to it,cos my troops are landin' there..........

*Theme music from Call of Duty 3 plays through IC post*


IC:

Kensington Hall,Antigr (Antigr's equivalent of the white house and pentagon put together)


"Do it, OK? Just do it. Royal code and her allies can't wait forever"
"But Mr.President,don't you think we should have more time to prepare an..."
"We didn't train those boys for nothin', Jim. Now get moving"
"OK Sir. Deployment stage one. Landing ships are on their way...."

Beaches of South Linocarol, Royal Code and Allies Controlled area


BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM

The smoke from the 9 16-inch guns of an Antigran modernized Iowa class Battleship cleared. The shells streaked toward North Linocarol, to cover the landing should a welcome party be coming for them.
Carrier-borne EA-18G Growler fighters patrolled the sky, fully authorized to ultimately destroy any plane flying enemy colours.
30 seconds later, Various sirens sounded. Infantry not already in landing craft climbed in.
10 minutes later, more sirens sounded, as did a lot of shouts of "Get Ready!".
Everything went quiet.
Engines revved.
Everyone put on the same look of grim determination.

And they were off.
An armarda of inflatable boats, landing craft, and AAAV amphibious vehicles set for the shore.
General Michael Roush was one of the first ashore in an M1A2 Abrams, and started barking out orders
Lieutenant General John Forrest drove up to him in a land rover.
"Sir, what to do now?"
"Set up base here" Said Roush, pointing at position a map. "Move the 55th up toward the front line. Send an officer, driver, and jeep up to a Royal Code command post, ditto for 'er allies.
Establish patrols and move the 127th recon up toward the front. Got that?"
"Yes sir"

OOC:You're right. I hope this country has a sea next to it,cos my troops are landin' there..........


You need to reference the map. North Linacarol is almost 1000 miles inland of the sea. That, and it's my nation that touches the water, not N.L. (again, reference map).

OOC: Time to capitalise on a rather costly mistake by your new 'ally' if you don't mind...

IC:

Another day, another enemy

Except this time, whether this 'ally' would be more help than a hinderance was up in the air. Already, the nation of Antigr had, rather embarrassingly, invaded its own allies country, and had even gone as far as to 'soften up' the defences of the land... the friendly fire had been the only fire that region of the land had seen in some time, and many of the populace, not expecting an aggressive new ally, let alone one that would bombard their shore and then launch a full amphibious invasion, had suffered accordingly.

The neutrality of the region was being strained considerably, especially before the debacle had been fully rectified, when Antigr forces almost engaged in direct combat with allied forces who came to tell the Antigr forces that they were on friendly soil.

Within the lands that had been bombarded, restlessness and ill-temperment filled the air.

Jeremy Klintoff, the New Dawn 'Lightbringer' special commando from the lands of Reicha - the same man who was unofficially beginning to be known as 'The voice of the revolution' amongst the North Linacarolian forces under his command - knew an opportunity when he saw it, and improvised a plan...

...

The jeep slowly moved towards the Royal Code roadblock, having just been through 'devastation alley' - the area of conflict that had been, for all intents, wiped off the face of the earth in a decimating fullisade of artillery - the driver knew full well that he didn't want to annoy these guards as he stopped, especially when he saw the barrel of a huge tank pointed directly at the car...

"YOU MOVE FROM THE VEHICLE SIR, THE TANK FIRES AND YOU DIE! UNDERSTAND!" The soldier at the tank yelled, Peter Morose, the man in the vehicle, nodded simply and sat perfectly still.

A team of troops moved forward, carrying small explosives detection kits and a rather aggressive looking sniffer dog, who seemed to growl perpetually for no real reason.

After a thorough search of the vehicle which included the troops looking under the hood of the elderly jeep one trooper walked forward, "Identification civilian, and why are you coming this way?"

"I want out, you're people are decimating everything up ahead, and I want to save my skin before I'm pressed into a Linacarolian uniform" he said.

The soldiers looked at one another, and walked off and began talking with the tank commander. Peter still sat perfectly still, despite those three men talking, there was another six rifles, and possibly a machine-gun, pointed at his vehicle... that and the fact that he really did not enjoy the prospect of being blasted into oblivion by a 220mm shell from a tank cannon made him very bloody certain even his buttcheeks were clenched tight.

A tense twenty minutes passed as the troops walked back, interrogated him for a few more minutes, went back to their commander, then went back to him again.

Eventually, the trooper walked back, "okay, mister, Dobson, your papers seem okay, and you've not given us any trouble. You may go, once you're past here, drive on a further twenty miles to the refugee registration office, they'll be expecting you within an hour."

"Yessir, I'll be sure to do that, thank you for letting me get out of this hell hole" The trooper looked at him and scowled, "you gonna get or am I gonna turn you back the way you came?"

Peter didn't reply, he simply began to drive forward as the gates lifted up from the block and he drove on his merry way.

He kept driving along the road for a good thirty minutes before he came to a halt. Pulling out the ID that stated his name as being Ivor Dobson, he got a cigarette lighter from his shirt's top pocket and lit it on fire. As the ID badge slowly melted on the side of the road, Peter took off his shoe and lifted up the inner sole to reveal another ID badge with his face on it.

Smiling, he turned down a small, beaten track and began the long trek that took him to a small village just in recently conquered territory.

"Welcome brother" an elderly man said when Peter presented himself, "the herbs and spices are in the bag" the man said quizzically. He produced an elderly, leatherbound bag. Peter looked inside and smiled, he then proceeded to take his other shoe off and present a wad of cash from it.

"A pleasure doing business with you"

A few days later, as darkness swept across the seaboard lands of the neutral territories, Peter abandoned the vehicle about eighty kilometres from his objective and awaited his contact.

Needless to say, Mister Dobson never arrived at the refugee centre on the day, as all doctrines dictated, a search was conducted, however it was cut short quite quickly when North Linacarolian troops in the area became feisty and launched what seemed to be a pointless, and quite costly, attack against that sector of the line. The search was continued half-heartedly afterwards, but soon given up on as more pressing issues arose elsewhere... when most refugees simply disappeared anyway, what was another one?

The small motorboat whirred into view as Peter sat smoking a cigarette on his hood. "Welcome to the coast my fren'" said the rather muscular looking individual.

"Pleasure to be here" Peter replied, "now, if you don't mind, we have an ocean to be cruising on yes?" he said.

As the small boat powered away in the darkness, peter looked back at the coast he was leaving for the time being, and then turned to look at the lands he was headed towards... lands well away from any Royal Code artillery or tanks or firepower.

If everything went according to plan, there would be some serious changes in the land in the time ahead.


The route used...
http://impressions.com.my/RelatedServ/Klshortmain/4wd/ROUTE2.JPG

OOC: black reich, he didnt 'invade' my nation, he just made the assumption linacarol was touching the sea. You may need to readjust that last post (which was pretty good btw) when he adjusts his post and/or posts a new post.

OOC: Dammit! :p Ah well, if he adjusts I'll fix it to just having someone going through the lines.

But still, he just bombarded the coast of a friendly nation!?? After all, ASSUME makes an ASS out of U and ME, right? and he did assume he could attack via the beach... :rolleyes:

But meh, I ain't a rules nazi, I just want to get the fireworks going! :D

So yeah, if he changes the post, I'll do the same, it's all good.

You need to reference the map. North Linacarol is almost 1000 miles inland of the sea. That, and it's my nation that touches the water, not N.L. (again, reference map).

OOC:

*swears*

Can we just say that my troops are here now?

OOC 2:



OOC: Time to capitalise on a rather costly mistake by your new 'ally' if you don't mind...

IC:

Another day, another enemy

Except this time, whether this 'ally' would be more help than a hinderance was up in the air. Already, the nation of Antigr had, rather embarrassingly, invaded its own allies country, and had even gone as far as to 'soften up' the defences of the land... the friendly fire had been the only fire that region of the land had seen in some time, and many of the populace, not expecting an aggressive new ally, let alone one that would bombard their shore and then launch a full amphibious invasion, had suffered accordingly.

The neutrality of the region was being strained considerably, especially before the debacle had been fully rectified, when Antigr forces almost engaged in direct combat with allied forces who came to tell the Antigr forces that they were on friendly soil.

Within the lands that had been bombarded, restlessness and ill-temperment filled the air.

Jeremy Klintoff, the New Dawn 'Lightbringer' special commando from the lands of Reicha - the same man who was unofficially beginning to be known as 'The voice of the revolution' amongst the North Linacarolian forces under his command - knew an opportunity when he saw it, and improvised a plan...

Be that as it may, My troops are still seasoned fighters with good equipment and high morale.
So try saying that when one of them sticks a Barret M82 in your face.

P.S. No offence intended. (I'm a nice person :D )

IC:

04:32, Main Base

Lieutenant Rogers watched over the eerie silence of the grassy plains that stood before him. He glanced over at the mass of tents and various buildings that the main base was made of behind him, in which soldiers were either sleeping or chatting about what was to come.
He hoped it would be this peaceful tommorow.
Sand-bagged TOW missile posts and FN MAG MG positions had dotted around the site, with the odd sentry,platoon, or tank passing by.
Sergeant McCaud greeted him as he walked past,cradling a standard-issue M16A3 in his hands.
The Lieutenant once again resumed his sentry duty, and wondered about what was to come.

11:02, Main Base

The Lieutenant was awoken from his late sleep by a siren sounding.
It was the 'wake-up-and-get-your-ass-over-to-the-compound' siren, and tim grabbed his helmet and boots, put them on, grabbed his backpack, and headed outside. he arrived in the compound to see a sight you don't see every day.
Trucks, tanks, APCs, and jeeps were arriving from the other camp and other parts of main base.
Sergeant McCaud yelled his name,and he headed over to a small collection of M1A2s and trucks, which his company was boarding. He jumped onto the lead tank, which, with the other vehicles in tow,set off down the road.
Artillery were firing blue flares, the traditional signal of the Antigran advance.
2 armoured and 4 infantry divisions were headed for the front.

Fort Cronkite, Royal Mountains (100 miles north of Beth)

"This, ladies and gentlemen, is a four by four foot block of solid depleted uranium, the primary armor of most battle tanks today." Major Reens explained to a crowd of eager news reporters.

"That mound of earth four hundred yards downrange is two hundred feet wide at it's base, and rises thirty feet off the ground. In the very center of that mound, five feet below ground level, we have placed one of these uranium blocks to serve as our target."

The Major went on, "As you are all about to witness, our new Behemoth III's have incredibly advanced targeting systems. They are able to lock in on the target, and the onboard computer will make the adjustments for terrain to ensure the target is hit. You will all notice that each tank has two main guns, for this demonstration only one gun will be fired at one time."

The Behemoth III was about 200 feet away from the observation deck where the Major was explaining what was going on.

"Ah, here we go. You all see that red flag being hoisted up, that's the signal for training excersizes that they are about to fire. Ear plugs everyone."

The tanks at there for a moment.

Everyone's eyes were fixated on the muzzle of those enourmous cannons. And after about a minute of silence, a bright white ring with a firey red center erupted like a volcano out of the right tube, and a massively loud BOOM literally shook the observation tower.

A bright red streak shot across the 400 yard stretch to the earthworks, and on impact the round shot a plume of dirt, smoke, and fire into the air. A split milisecond after a huge secondary explosion erupted, sending the greater part of the small hill scattering all over the firing range. The ground itself seemed to catch fire as all the organic material in the earth was instantly ignited.

Where there was a small hill before, was now simply a hole in the ground.

The Major took his earplugs out, and the reporters followed his example.

"That was the awesome power of the Behemoth III's 300mm main gun. Our recovery crew out there is going to bring us back the uranium cube."

A few minutes passed, and a flatbed truck drove up next to the observation tower so everyone could see the remains.

On the bed of the truck was a small, 1ft x 6in x 6in prism of black uranium.

"Where's the block?" one reporter asked.

"You're looking at it, or what's left anyway." Major Reens responded.


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The Royal Army Corps of Engineers were working round the clock to build more roads leading into South Linacarol. The Army knew there was going to be a sudden influx in troop strength in about two months, they were going to be ready.

OOC:
Alright. After a little break from not posting here. I'm ready to come in. I already posted my intentions to RP in this so if anyone has a problem with it then tough. Below are what I am going to send so memorize it well.

1st HAVOC Naval Battle Group
1 x Illeva Vasalli-class Aircraft Carrier
7 x Nimitz-class Aircraft Carrier
1 x Repulse-class Battleship/Aircraft Carrier
6 x Shughart-class LMSR
8 x California-class Guided Missile Cruisers
15 x Arleigh Burke-class AEIGS Destroyers
15 x Oliver Hazzard Perry-class Frigates
1 x SeaSquid-class Fast Attack Submarine
4 x SSN-688 Los Angeles-class Fast Attack Submarine
3 x SSN-774 Virgina-class Fast Attack Submarine
2 x Mercy-class Hospital Ships

Naval Air Corps
3,000 x SA-32A "Thunderbolt"-class Assault Fighter

SHAZBOTDOM MARINE CORPS
15th Company, 1st Through 20th Division (Total of 1,875,000 Marines)
750,000 x XR-01 Battlerifle (w/ XR-02 Handgun)
375,000 x XR-03 Sub-Machine Gun (w/ XR-02 Handgun)
375,000 x XR-04 Sniper Rifle (w/ XR-06 Shotgun)
375,000 x XR-05 Rocket Launcher (w/ XR-06 Shotgun)

Land Vehicles
570 x T-500 "Scorpion" Tank
1,000 x WH-01 "Street" Warthog
1,000 x WH-02 "Jungle Camo" Warthog
1,500 x WH-03 "Troop Transport" Warthog
750 x AT-01 "Jackhammer" All-Terrain Vehicle

Air Corps
1,000 x AC-01 Pelican Airships
1,000 x AC-02 Garrison Airships

SHAZBOTDOM MARINE CORPS SCS DIVISION
200 x SCS Division Marines

Secret IC:
The 1st Havoc Naval Battle group was on the high sees for over a day. They finally got to where their GPS sai they were close to land. According to their GSP, this was the area of importance to the Supreme Emperor. Admiral Yackber looked out the bridge window of the USS Shaz Bot over the entirety of the 1st Havoc Naval Battle Group. He turned to the crew and walked slowly across the bridge. He picked up the communicator and put a closed signal to all ships of the fleet.

"This is the Admiral. Sound General Quarters. All Hands to Battle Stations."

Suddenly alarms rang across all the ships of the fleet as men scrambled to their postson the ships. The LMSR's prepared themselves for beaching to unload all the marines and vehicles they held. A flight group of 10 AC-01 Pelicans took off from one of the aircraft carriers and made their way to two of the LMSR's to pick up two fire teams and one Warthog each.

...On SLMSR 8825...
Captain Jenson gathered his men together on the deck of the ship, waiting for the Pelican to land. The four other men in his group checked and strapped their weapons to their backs while they boarded the Pelican.

The Pelican then took off and a naval worker climbed on top of and helped to attach one Warthog to the Pelican. He then jumped down back onto the flight deck and gave a hand signal for the Pelican to take off. The pelican then began to fly towards the singal blip on their screen, which indicate lan off in the distance, and joined up with the rest of the flight group.

...Flight Group Alpha Five Two Seven...
The 10 Pelicans joined up into a dual V format and flew blip. The marines in each of the pelicans prepared for their drop, pulling their guns out and readying themselves. They had a belt clip though to ensure they didn't fall out the back of the Pelican. The pilots prepared their air-to-ground missiles in case they need to take out any enemy infantry on approach to the clearing they spotted off with the satelite recon.

Cpt Somers and four other aircraft were flying in formation in a broad sensor sweep of the land, test flying their newly repaired aircraft - situated far behind the front lines.

"Captain, I have a blip on sensors, looks like two large aircraft."

"I see them, I bet you it's two groups of more than one aircraft - radar fucks things up like that. Maintain distance, I'll move in closer and hail them."

"What if they aren't friendly?"

"Well, we blast them - Bear in mind, we run if we're outgunned. I don't want a repeat of what happened...".

His voice broke for a second.

"..Back there."

"Roger."

Angling his fighter towards the sensor ping, he raced towards them, broadcasting hailing pings on all frequencies.

"This is Cpt Somers, part of Kurataanian air force, state your nationality and stance in this matter."

OOC: Shaz, you ought to look back a couple pages and see the map. Be aware (as any sensible nation would) that you cant land without permission on my turf. But you should also be aware that the lands north of the royal code (not pictured, but you can imagine) i have no dealings with, and you could openly land there.

I would imagine your fleet would see my surplus of naval power off shore and would get the message to either ask, or land somewhere else. If you want direct passage, the Beth River (as you can see in the map) can put you right in the mix of things. Or if you'd rather invade the North from a ground approach, you'd have to land North of The Royal Code, and proceed east.

OOC:
I was planning on comming in off the Extreme Northwestern Coastline. Up along where the map that you made out ends. I was going to fly the Pelicans below the flight deck where radar can't see them but visual can pick em up. Although with a group of 10 Pelicans with 10 Marines in each of them and 1 Warthog attached to each. It's a small enough force that no one will really notice at first. I'm guessing though that you have your navy set in a position where they are paying more attention to the battle rather than anything that is comming from the ocean.

OOC: Since i havent posted anything navy-related, i'll just have to explain here (because everyone would see it anyway in real life). My naval strength is focused off my shorelines up to and including 500 miles out. I have a small carrier task force 50 miles west of the linacarolian boarders (making the small fleet line up with the Royal Army lines. My nation's navy is the second largest branch, after the army, but with many of my ships overseas, only 2 fleets (which is still alot mind you) are stationed at home.

OOC: Nobody but the Black Reich has aknowledged me IC'ly yet. So I'm starting to get angry.

IC:

12:33, Antigran Main Advance Route

Major General Sandrez tightened his grip on the rim of the hatch of his M1A2 Main Battle Tank.
He looked over to his left.
The loader was looking straight ahead, his sweating hands planted on the handles of a Browning M2HB Heavy machine gun.
He had the all-too-familiar look of grim determination on his face.
"Okay, get ready! We're approaching a front line zone!" the general yelled.

12:55, Antigran Sector, Front Line

"Dismount! Dismount! Get your asses over here!" ordered the captain.
The tailgates of various trucks came down, and bashed against the backs of the vehicles.
A load of infantry jumped off the back of the trucks, while commanders yelled things like "A Company to me! B Company, over there!".
First Sergeant McCaud was one of the first off the trucks.
He cocked his assault rifle, and ran over to Lieutenant Rogers, who had just climbed off one of the tanks.
"What the hell to do now, sir?!"
"The fuck I know. Wait for orders!"
Out of the confusion boomed general Sandrez's voice:
"I WANT THE 29TH AND THE 655TH INFANTRY TO GO INTO THAT VILLAGE AND ESTABLISH DEFENSIVE POSITIONS! THE ARMY AIR CORPS WILL BE FLYING IN FRESH TROOPS IN CHOPPERS!
GET THE ARMOR IN THE VILLAGE TO BACK UP OUR INFANTRY!
I NEED EVERY INCH OF THIS HELL-HOLE PATROLLED!
INFANTRY, GET TO THAT VILLAGE!"
"You heard him! Lets go!" shouted Rogers.
The 29th and 655th infantry regiments charged towards the village, firing every weapon they could get their hands on to wipe out anything that might be in the village that might be waiting for them.
The air force flew in from the temporary airfield set up at main base to provide air support in F/A-22 Jets.
Tanks made for the village, firing their Antigran-fitted 30mm Cannons.

OOC 2:

You can RP any opposition in the village if you want. ;)

"It seems our Artigrian allies have pushed a bit further." Colonel Powers said.

"Aye, it's confirmed, they've finally gone on the offensive down here in the dirt with us." Colonel Davis responded.

"So what kind of time frame we looking at until the fresh crop comes in?" Tom asked.

"Two months, and they'll be here in force. The Chancellor appointed none other than General Rick Hayden to lead this new army."

"When did they transfer him from command of First and Third Armies?" Tom asked.

"Since the Chancellor appointed him command of this army."

"They've got elements coming in from all over to form this new piece. I hear they've collected all the elements from XII corps and the rangers." Tom exclaimed.

Davis said, "A good 60%-70% of them have prior combat experience from the Arterius island campaign. Have you seen the new tank they're bringing with them?"

"I've seen pictures. That bitch is huge."

Davis continued, "And in another two months Tom, a whole army of them is showing up to put an end to this little escapade. General Hayden is going to steal the show, once again."

"I'd rather us win this on our own, Davis. You think we can reach the Beth river in sixty days?"

"We've pulled off more spectacular moves before. It can be done. We just need to find the right oportunity to move. Those damn Black Reich troops keep showing up!"

"Aye, and we cant attack their troops outside of Linacarol, or it would become an international incident. Stupid politicians." Tom said.

A humvee rolled up, and an officer stepped out of the passenger door.
"Colonel Powers, sir!" he shouted.

He came over, and the men exchanged salutes. "Urgent news from the front, sir." He handed the Colonel a clipboard with the report written on the paper it clasped.

Tom read it. "This is accurate, you're sure, Major?"

"Yes sir, i've seen it with my own eyes. We've already taken over three hundred prisoners and advanced five or six miles, sir."

"Let the batallion commander know i'll send him more troops."

"Yes sir." Again, they exchanged salutes, and the Major got back in his vehicle and went back the way he came.

Davis looked at Powers, "What's going on Tom?"

"It seems that 2nd Batallion of 3rd Division probed around and found a very weak spot in the North Linacarolians line, they've punched through and taken a shit load of prisoners and land. We've completely bypassed their defenses and rolled into some mountains that were much more favorable to the men."

"I'll take care of supply, and get them some more artillery support. You taking care of ground forces?"

"Yes. Let's go."

Just then, a low-level close air support attack squadren of A10's flew by, maybe six or seven of them. Then another wave of jets passed, ten Tornado fighters. Off in the distance, more squadrens could be seen.

As you know, 6 Antigran divisions are in linocarol. 4 more a coming, with a new tank.

It is an adaptation of the M1A2 SEP abrams,but with a 155mm dual purpose gun that can fire DU shells.

It's called the 'Abrams Marauder'

"What...what happen?" Major Ray asked himself. All he saw was smoke and fire. He found himself in a laying postion and in pain. The burnt fuel depot and what was left of his aircraft was all around him.
Crap.
He sat up and pain fought back against his whole body. He turn his head and vomited. His throat both dry and burning, he got up and looked for water in his Bird of Prey. He found a bottle, but it was empty and he also found 5 emergency food packs. He took those. He found a USP and 2 grenades. The grenades were there for two reasons, each reason had one grenade in the reason. One for the plane and if it came to it. One for him. He took out the pin and put the armed grenade in to the plane. Or what was left of it. He ran, but pain forced him to jog. The plane exploded. He trekked though the forest in hopes of finding water. He was tired, in pain, and worst of all, he was alone. Ray found a river, not caring if it would kill him, he drank all the water he could drink. He vomited again and he drank again. He took th empty bottle and filled it up with water. He looked to his left and to his right. No bridges in sight.
Crap.
He had no clue which to go, 5 days worth of food, and 1 bottle of water.
Crap indeed.

OOC: This is the guy who got shot down, no one kill him or rescue him. I want to rp him doing some stuff, then we can see if he lives or dies... That last thing I wrote made us sound evil...

OOC: Since i havent posted anything navy-related, i'll just have to explain here (because everyone would see it anyway in real life). My naval strength is focused off my shorelines up to and including 500 miles out. I have a small carrier task force 50 miles west of the linacarolian boarders (making the small fleet line up with the Royal Army lines. My nation's navy is the second largest branch, after the army, but with many of my ships overseas, only 2 fleets (which is still alot mind you) are stationed at home.

OOC:
I had a big past lined up but jolt went haywire on me. I'll work on it again later. Also, how many naval task groups do you have and how big are they? I'll go edit my last post and say they are within missile strike distance and all that. But I still can fly my aircraft under the radar and your navy can't patrol the entire coastline.

Anyone willing to join me in a major offensive?

Anyone willing to join me in a major offensive?

OOC: :D I think you know my answer already.

OOC: Sweet boogly-moogly, I have about a dozen different nations gunning for the North Linacarolians and my New Dawn army! Correct me if I'm wrong, but there's no one actually fighting with me right?

Royal Code: What's your status on chemical warfare? I'm not looking at turning it into a chemical wasteland, but as you can imagine, a force that's struggling to hold out against such numbers arrayed against it is going to contemplate ANYTHING to keep going...

Also, for everyone involved, I, Black Reich, will NOT BE HERE for a duration of two weeks. I am on a military exercise for that time, and will endeavour to get back into it when I get back... make the most of the two weeks... because the New Life project will be finalised by then, and that's when you'll feel the full force of the New Dawn Combat Corps.

"FOR THE DAWN!!!!"

IC:

The last three months had seen things turn from bad to worse, the North Linacarolian army was starting to fray at the edges. The first great offensive, while it had caused a lessening of the bombardments and had captured a large number of military facilities, had not succeeded in breaking through the main Royal Code lines of defence, and as such, the enemy artillery had caused significant levels of damage.

"We need to look at other means of defence" Jeremy Klintoff said as he looked at the dismal strategic situation. Whilst the forces of Antigr had indeed landed in a mix up, the stories about the bombardment had since proven to be false, the 'massive damage' being a single salvo that churned up the sand on the beaches. He had yet to hear anything from Peter since he'd sent him through the lines, "I hope he does what the revolution needs, we'll need every bit of help we can get at this rate" Jeremy murmured as he looked back down at a sole dot signifying the New Dawn Orator's presence to the south.

Beside him sat a stream of information marked LIGHTBRINGER KLINTOFF'S EYES ONLY

Looking through it, he smiled as he read the information, inside, was a picture, ten thousand soldiers, ten thousand freshly 'produced' New Lives. The New Life project was performing as expected, and the massive forces being brought to bear would strike where the enemy least expected.

"They can't get here soon enough... another two months" he said as he continued looking through the papers.

The next one to come through came from another officer, a North Linacarolian one, who was asking for some time off to see about other, more important, matters than the front line. Jeremy smirked derisively, he knew this man, he was one of those who had been among the group ransacking that house so long ago. Jeremy grabbed out a small black book he carried, and added a name to the list marked OPERATION: PLACEMENTS

That operation was also close to completion, he had been studying the soldiers in the field, listening to them, and earning their trust and respect... he had his men he wanted to replace the bunglers with, then maybe, just maybe, the North Linacarolians would become a dangerous force once again.

Rumors of people hiding out in the forests and surviving the assaults from a few weeks back also came through, Jeremy dismissed them, for a force that was clinging on to dear life, a manhunt for every escaping enemy airman was a waste of time. If the jungle didn't claim them from disease or sickness, then they'd earnt the right to live as far as Jeremy was concerned.

Jeremy went to go back to organising the defence, which now looked more remarkably like some form of stalling process... tunnels systems, roadside IED's, booby trapped buildings, remote weapon stations... than a proper defensive line.

He stopped as he noticed the small red light that flickered in the corner of his eye, he looked up and said "NO"... he flung himself away as his enhanced vision registered the muzzle flash... he felt the feeling of a truck slamming into his head, then an all too familiar pain...

The round from the sniper rifle penetrated the side of his skull, and a dull, wet explosion made the side of his skull fling across the room.

The medics raced in, as did North Linacarolian Revolutionary Guards - a new segment of the NLA, dedicated wholly and solely to the Lightbringer and his words... everyone stopped as they entered the room.

The assassin was long gone... but Lightbringer Klintoff was anything but.

"Don't sit there and gawk, this hurts like a bitch" he said moments before passing out. A large segment of his skull was gone, but what was underneath was what made the people stop in their tracks.

The round had struck his skull, and then, it had bounced back, striking the armoured skull attachment fitted to all New Dawn Lightbringers when they had opted for neuro-enhancements. The added 'wetware' connected to his neurons and nerves were worth millions, as such, common sense dictated such an investment needed its own protection...

That protection had saved Klintoff's life yet again.
The revolutions most important leader would live again.

...

The coast was indeed pristine, Peter was dismayed.

The reports of a limitless bombardment had proved false, a few bits of damage here and there, but what he had been told was that the bombardment stopped as quick as it began, one salvo's worth before they realised there error.

Nonetheless, the presence of new troops, and foreign ones at that, was starting to fray the neutral regions.

Peter looked at the assembled crowd before him in a small hall, these small numbers had been growing each passing time. The psychological 'hearts and minds' campaign had been unanswered by the Royal Code, especially with regards to their allies and there rather 'unique' Death Squads.

The footage of these people, systematically wiping out villages and all life in the area, footage that had somehow escaped with one of the very few survivors of such raids, had been a pivotal point in his argument.

"... and that! My friends, is what your Royal Code people do to your fellow human beings! These people... these FOREIGNERS! They systematically wipe your fellow people from your lands, so they can say they assissted in stamping down the revolution for freedom!"

"Why should we follow you? You're a foreigner too!" came on call, a number of voices raised in concern.

"Indeed, why should you? I'll tell you why... because we are helping the North Linacarolians, we are helping them bring the light of their just cause to you... and more importantly, we don't kill without cause. We don't murder women, children, the weak, the strong, the young or the old, we purge the land of its people. We help them grow powerful, for we are here... here to help"

The crowd began to argue amongst itself, some arguing for supporting their North Linacarolian counterparts ("Look at those death squads! Look what they do!") others arguing against it ("Do you want those sort coming here!?")

This one group however was silenced by someone who slammed open the doors to the small community centre, an elderly man came in. Tears streamed his face as he walked in, he saw Peter and pointed angrily at him "ARE YOU THE MAN THEY CALL THE ORATOR!?" he demanded.

"Yes, that would be me, Peter Morose"

The elderly man stormed up to him and thrust something in his face, it was one of the stills from the Death Squad film that had been snuck out from one such raid, it showed a young woman being executed by the black clad troops.

"DO YOU KNOW WHO THIS IS!" The man yelled, he then stopped and turned to the crowd... "That... that's my Selina, that's... that's my daughter", he fell to his kness and began crying, holding the poster to his face.

One of the men from the crowd stepped forward "I don't care what anyone else thinks, but Selina was a friend to us all, and most of you know I cared for her." He too looked sad as he faced Peter, "you and North Linacarolia have my support at least", another man, then another, stepped forward.

Peter smiled, the simmerings of revolution had taken hold, it was a small flame, but with enough fanning, it would become a firestorm of massive proportions...

...

The chambers of the New Dawn New Life project, deep within the lands of Reicha, were all busy. Birthing cells were busy assisting the new-born, fully developed soldiers out of their tubes, others were busy instructing their fellow New Light troopers in their specialised areas of expertise, whilst others were building the massive quantities of equipment the New Dawn Grand Army would require... and others were planning for the massive thrust that would wipe the enemy forces clean off the map.

"1.2 million soldiers, of all tasks, that's what we have at the moment" one supervisor said to another.

"What percentage complete is that" the other replied

"37" the other man said...

"Right on schedule" the first replied, he smiled as he looked down... yes, the New Dawn's light would shine on North Linacarolina in its hour of darkness, and it would shine in a phenomenal way.

...

Somewhere else in Reicha, a large rocket launched from its pedastal and blasted into the upper atmosphere. Breaking off its covering, the rocket was covered in eight dimples. Each 'dimple' contained a single warhead, a heat tile covered fuel-air bomb, 13 tons of explosive power similar to a MOAB explosive device, each one aimed at the city of Beth.

If they couldn't get their adversaries through normal combat, then they would blanket them in a sea of fire from the stars, and bring Dawn to the enemy of Beth in a manner they'd never felt before.

Another six rockets soon rose from the lands of Reicha and dispensed themselves throughout the atmosphere. It was an expensive method of attacking the enemy, but being able to drop a 13ton explosive device anywhere throughout their opponents soil did have its advantages...

With the press of a single button, one of the heat tiled devices fell away from the rocket and began its descent.

The night sky of the city of Beth was lit as bright as day as the 'Angel's hammer' explosive round burnt through the atmosphere in a straight line towards its target... the trail of fire from the round looking as though the heaven's themselves were smiting the Royal Code's lands. The round fell on the capital building, its GPS guidance dropping it through the council chamber floors with unerring precision, moments later, the hyperkenetic rounds impact triggered the altimetre fuse for the 13tons of explosive.

A new dawn rose in Beth as the MOAB style weapon detonated and made an entire segment of the city cease to exist.

The orbital bombardment of Beth had begun...

...

Daylight

Tears blurred her eyes as Nia Daiden finished planting the last grave marker, she looked back at the village below. What had once been a prosperous, well off agricultural village had been reduced to rubble. She didn't know how she'd survived, but she had, she'd watched as the Death Squads, talked about in hushed tones for fear of conjuring them at the door, had finally come through this part of the land.

They had wiped out anyone who moved... even the youngest children, including her own baby neice, had been killed. She hadn't seen anyone else for the last two days who breathed the air, and she didn't think she would again.

Saying a quick prayer, she hugged the cross before her "goodbye father" she whispered through clenched teeth "I'll hunt them down, and I'll kill them all, you have my word" she said. She turned around and walked the way she came, the field of haphazardly dug graves stretching before her as she fixed the oddly-fitting military pack to her back and loaded her father's hunting rifle.

There is nothing more dangerous than a 'Pazzo' - a crazy man - because he lives for one thing, revenge, he doesn't care whether he lives or dies, so long as he does as much damage as he can before he goes down...

There was something more dangerous in this part of the world, and it had a name, Nia Daiden.

For once, the Death Squads had something they should fear.

OOC: With permission, I want her to decimate one of these Death Squads that have been wiping out North Linacarolian villages.


Anyway, hope that covers two weeks.

Till I get back, well wishes to all.

BLACK REICH :p

"Somers, we have an emergency situation, Fly south immediately to sector 003 - 246 - City of Beth is sending out distress details, assess and confirm. "

"Yes sir!, Squad - BURN!"

Their task of probing the as yet unknown air force heading their way forgotten, they shot towards the city of Beth as no other air force could.

"The hell Captain? They couldn't strike that far inland, even if they used those damned digging machines!"

"I dunno Dax, but sit tight, we don't know what we're gonna find."

30 minutes passed as the fighters covered hundreds of miles until they finally saw what had happened to a portion of Beth.

"Holy... Uhm.. Control, we have one hell of a situation here. We're gonna need fire fighting and rescue services to cover.. what... 2 square miles of suburb... This is a situation control, code red. Civilians have been hit. Inform the Royal Code immediately."

"Confirmed Bravo squadron, continue circling and scanning, we're gonna need as much data as possible."

"Roger control. Hurry, there's people dying here."

Beth burned in the early morning sunlight, with neighbours awaking to scenes of carnage no one would ever have thought possible in anywhere but a war zone.

Will someone please post?!

Actually, make that 'bump'

The Chancellor stood at his podium before his people in the most televised executive speech in Royal history.

-From mid-speech-

"...which has left over one thousand people dead. A crater now marks what once was the Grand Technology Exchange complex. Over a billion shillings worth of damage. The Parliament today has given me Express Powers over the military. It is with great remorse that i must immediately excersize my Express Powers. I have ordered a undisclosed number of troops be trained, and other military buildups to begin."

Chancellor Alexander paused for a moment. "Today i will ask the Parliament to declare a state of war. No longer will this 'conflict' lay in shadows and under the control of sluggish politicians. It is time to bring on the heat.

"The Black Reich, a nation foreign to this part of the world, has been assisting the North Linacarolians for the past few months, while we have backed the south. Due to international law, we have been unable to attack Black Reich units outside of Linacarol. My top military commanders have begun to devise a strategy to extinguish Black Reich interest in Linacarol, so that our two great nations may avoid all-out war with one another."

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Colonel Powers turned off his television, he had seen enough. He looked over at Davis, "Davis, this is about to turn into a cluster-fuck."
Davis just shook his head, he couldnt believe what had happened.

The one-hundred thirteen thousand combat troops, and the two hundred fifty thousand support and logistics troops under their command thought almost the exact same thing.

900 miles due west, General Hayden simply couldnt wait to lead his army into Linacarol. He was becoming anxious and excited. It had been well over two years since he had last lead the armed forces of the Royal Code against a formidable enemy, especially one as well-developed as the Black Reich.

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OOC: I take it that I can attackt the city in the north?

IC: "Ms. President, are you sure this is ok? I mean, alot of people will be killed, most of whom have done nothing wrong." Said a man sitting in a leather chair next to 4 other people. Two of the people were on his left and were head of the states of the 2nd and 3rd islands. The other two on his right represented the main island and the 4th island. THey were the senate. Kacy was standing at a podium.
"Yes, in times of war people die, that is that." Kacy replied.
The man stood up. "Kacy, the senate agrees with you. We give you permission to use any force you deem necessary."

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The submarine was now only a few miles away from the coast. It raised up so that it was right under the ocean's surface. The submarine fired 5 Tomahawks with one 100kt nuclear warhead in each missile. Thier target, the enemy's capital. The missiles flew very close to the ground, but their computer's program helped them to avoid the ground's surface. They head to their target. Radar had long ago spotted them, but it was too late to do anything about it. Two of the missiles malfunction and hit the ground in a explosion, but the other three hit the city's residential buildings. The large explosion engulfed a good part of the city, but the majority of the city was outside the blast range.

The Earth suddenly shook. Deans' Behemoth II rattled and rumbled as the very ground shook beneath them.

"The hell was that?" Sergeant Deans asked aloud.

The battalion commander immediately came over COM.

"Listen up guys," he said, "Something really big just went off a few hundred miles upspin, i'm looking into it as we speak. Sit tight, standby, expect enemy attack. Out."

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Beth, ASRC Capitol

"Come again commissar?" Alexander asked.
"It's been confirmed sir, the missiles made it in."
"Well no shit, we've taken out all their anti-aircraft or anti-missile stations months ago. You had better be kidding me, chairman."
"I'm afraid not sir, the forces of Somethingy had the missiles launched just minutes ago."

The Chancellor ran a nervous hand through his hair.
"I can't believe it. Not only did they not consult us, they took out a primarily civilian target."

The room was quiet.

"What do we do?" the chairman asked.

"Well, nothing for now. Send a message to Somethingy to cease any nuclear attacks. We stand to lose alot in this war, chairman. The last thing we need is a nuclear fistfight with North Carolinian allies like the black reich."

Alexander continued, "Drop EMP's on North Linacarol immediately. Absolutely no radio or television transmissions are allowed out of there. We must try our damnedest to keep this nuclear strike hush hush. Jesus Christ, this is looking bad politically."

"On a positive note Chancellor, the 1st Army is nearly ready to deploy, they have only 2 more weeks of training to complete."

OOC: I thought N.L. was in the war and that they fired nukes first... Hope this doesn't turn to a all out nuke war.

IC: Sorry, all nuclear weapons are being turned off. We thought that they attacked with nuclear weapons first, again deeply sorry for the attack. This was a mistake made in panic at the thought of an ally being attacked by nuclear weapons, sorry. Next time, we will do our best to not make this mistake ever again.

Senate of Somethingey

OOC: Nowhere in any posts regarding the war did the topic of nuclear weapons, especially by N.L. come up.

OOC: I thought the missile that came from space was a nuclear weapon. So do you want me to do something? Like edit the post or something?

OOC: That was the Black Reich that attacked my capitol, and as far as i know, it wasent a nuke. Dont bother editing, nobody will miss them. lol. I'm fixing to get a good post up in a bit here.

The Kurrataanian Air force was grounded, for now.

Due to incessant friendly fire and generally trench warfare, there had been no need for bombing runs, or anything for that matter. All that did matter was that it was raining. Again.

Water trickled down the combat helmet that Cpt Somers wore when off duty. Ever since the strike that had killed their entire defensive and support crew along with a few pilots and the entire airfield, no one was willing to take any chances any more.

"I'm bored, Dax. I want to do something."

"Agreed, this sitting around waiting isn't doing any of us any good."

"Dax, I want you to help me with something. I've been watching all recon reports, radar reports, anything for some kind of action and I see nothing. Nadda. Which means some thing's happening."

"Yeah, but what?"

"I wanna take out a few of our stealthed F/Bs, a bit ugly, but I just wanna see why we're so damned bored for myself."

"Sure thing. I'll tell control to look the other way."

Two fighters blew over the startled heads of a tank guarding the airfield, well back from the front lines, Causing them to look up into the rain filled sky, and seeing nothing but a dull grey.

For miles, all Somers could see was a grey brown line, 6 miles wide, stretching for as far as the eye could see. Trenches. The name alone struck fear and loathing into the ordinary grunts of the army. To be stuck in a trench in a war was to be assigned to a fate comparable to death. The latter for the most part usually occurring fairly quickly due to being in said trench.

Everything else was either support lines, AA batteries, Artillery batteries, Miles of green jungles and mountains. Such an idyllic paradise, albeit with crap weather, marred by the horrors of war.

Then he saw the light. The horrible, horrible light, bathing everything in it's warm glow.

"That came from N.L Somers, what was that?"

Down below, you could actually see men, tiny tiny specks moving around, craning to see what had shook the ground beneath them

"I dunno, but whatever the fuck it was.. we're taking a look. Radio base on encrypted frequencies, we're gonna do a reccy, but we better be quick."

"Sure thing. Let's lock 'n burn."

Before the cloud had dispersed, the two fighters had already shot over the lines, the trenches unaware as to what was happening in their home capital.

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Operation Omniscience

The huge Behemoth III super heavy battle tanks put tremendous strain on the roads as endless columns of them, and other vehicles poured out of The Royal Code and into the transitional wilderness. A two hundred mile journey lay ahead before they would enter Southern Linacarol. Dragon Wagons packed the central parts of most convoys as they hauled tanks and mobile artillery pieces. This was the largest buildup of Royal Armed forces since the Separatist movement ten years prior.

The roads were packed with tens of thousands of vehicles of every nature and variant as they all swarmed to enter Linacarol. A typical road speed for these convoys was a blistering 20mph.

But up in the sky, General of the Armies of the Royal Code, General Rick Hayden, flew briskly overhead at a comfortable 200mph in a UH60 black hawk.

He landed at Fort Cronkite and met with Colonel Powers, and Colonel Davis.
They were told the 1st Army would take no longer than one week to fully transfer itself from the ASRC, across the countryside, and into Linacarol.

Thousands of heavy-lift Super Stallion helicopters, black hawks, and Chinooks all alike ferried thousands of additional artillery pieces and their crews to positions within 30 miles of the front lines.

The eastern sector of the Linacarolian front line, the Royal Code's portion, was becoming congested with incomprehensible firepower.

OOC: uh, guys?

OOC:
I'm still waiting for the amount of naval ships and stuff that you have. I posted it a ways back, Post #91.

Not sure if this is still going any more. But I am back. Can someone give me a lowdown on what has happened? I would read it all, but I'd just get dazed and confused

I'm helping the enemy out here! My god!

The Royal Code and her allies are moving ever more heavy equipment to the front, but it seems the lines have simply stagnated for now. It's a stalemate with some black under-handed goings on on either side, that won't really appear until... well when?

Shazbot, you don't really have to wait, send a few groups in and see if the enemy decides to let them get back home or not.