NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: I need somebody to go to war with. Just join in here, and take it away.

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Port Assanu, Federation of Opatia

The Opatian Second Naval Fleet was headed out to sea to do some training exercises in the open waters. The naval training was routine, and held every year at the same time. This year, a small number of troops had enlisted. Usually, training was conducted on the Opatian Flagship Fleet, to protect the cadets, but the Flagship Fleet was out on a mission. At 02:41 (Central Opatian Time), the ONS Deception set out to sea.

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Three Hours Later
Opatia Naval Command, Federation of Opatia

Fleet Admiral Hann C. Ochk had recieved confirmation that the Second Naval Fleet had arrived in the training area, but they needed approval from two seperate sources to begin training. The Fleet Admiral gave permission for them to start, but the Director of Internal Security did not. The Second Naval Fleet was forced to wait in the open waters for confirmation.

BuMp

I'm in I'll post a response tommorow.

If there's still room my little, but plucky nation of 7 mil wouldn't oppose to a little David vs Goliath style action.

Just wish I'd noticed the thread earlier.

OOC: Do you have a map?Also I hope you don't mind me rping my fleet already being there if you do just say so and I'll change it.

[B]The Frenzian Fleet had been sailing for 3 and half days.They were now at their first objective.The Fleet split into two Task Forces,one to engage the wargame ships and another to stay out of range and prepare two predetermained beachheads for landing.

Frenzian Task Force Alpha

It was nearing the end of day and the sun was begining to set.A large shadow from the Tribute Doujin Class was cast against its escorts.The dark water was heaved aside by the massive hull of the ship.Alarms began sounding on all the ships followed by a broadcast over all the loadspeakers.

''Attention all personel.attention all personal,report to battle stations,report to battle stations.''

Men began rushing up and down their ships heading for their posts.As the sun began casting an orange glow the mighty guns of the Tribute Doujin began letting loose an angry torent of shells from its 30 and 8 inch guns.These shells were heading for the capital ship of the first wargaming fleet.The cruisers opened fire with salvos of missiles heading for the escorts.The sky was covered in flying munitions heading for the enemy fleet.

Frenzian Task Force Bravo

This Task Force had a longer trip.It was important for them to sail around the range of th e wargaming fleets and put themselves in a postion to attack two beachheads which had been selected by CENCOM after reviewing sattalite photos.By the time these ships came into range, the battle happening with Alpha Task Force was already underway.This Task Force was much larger due to the need to carry a large number of troops as well as enough protection for them.The Task Force was ordered to begin pounding the beachheads at nighfall.


Task Force Alpha:

1 Tribute Doujin Class SuperDread

10 Ticonderoga-class
cruisers

18 Arleigh Burke-class
destroyers

8 Los Angeles-class
submarines

3 Oliver Hazard Perry Class

3 Supply Class Combat Support Ships

Bump

Bump Again

Can i join. By the way are you just gonna be rping a naval battle because The Navy here's pretty non-existent (mainly because the Emperor starts screaming about not going in the water whenever anyone suggests developing one..)

OOC: Sorry everyone. School has been keeping me quite busy.
OOC: Sure, it's not going to be 'just' a naval battle.

Opatian Second Naval Fleet heard the transmission, and sent out a response.

ENCRYPTED MESSAGE:
OPATIA TO FRENZA: CAN HELP AS SOON AS PERMISSION GOTTEN. DETAILS ON SITUATION NEEDED. RESPOND ON ENCRYPTED CHANNEL.

OOC: Oooooh wait a minute i feel stupid! That said join date! Great... gotta type this all over again :(
OOC: Ok i'm playing the country being invaded by Frenzia
OOC: And if you take offense to any of the names being used, please tell me. I will change them immediately

IC:
A calm wind blew over the Neo-Russian fleet as the sun set.
"What a beautiful sunset here in the Ocean." Vladimir Ilyich Ulyanov 'Lenin' remarked.
"Pay attention to your post first mate" Second Admiral Iosif Stalin replied.

Being radio operator always bored Lenin out of his mind. Neo-Russia was a small country, so it did not attract many opponents. Its fleet of 7 ships were sufficient to repel smaller countries vying for it's renowned lumber though.

"Ugh is it time for a post rotation yet? I want to..." Lenin stopped talking as he heard the sound.

Suddenly a shell came screeching down, barely missing his ship, the Destroyer Rachmaninoff.

"We're under attack!" Somebody on the above deck yelled.

Suddenly a barrage of shells came flying down upon the small fleet. The explosions rocked the boat. He began his duty.

"All ships, damage report!" He called into the radio.
"Rimsky-Korsakov, destroyer escort, relatively unharmed!"
"Mussorgsky, destroyer escort, small hole in the starboard hull, but we'll live"
"Balakirev, destroyer escort, no damage yet..."
"Borodin, carrier escort, doing fine!"
"César Cui, destroyer, nothing here yet..."

He mentally counted the ships. Suddenly he realized with dread something was missing...

"Cruiser Tchaikovsky, Cruiser Tchaikovsky do you read"
"We're hit badly! Engines damage at critical levels! We're taking on water fast! Lifeboat requested, coords at..."
Lenin did not hear the rest of it. All he heard was static...

Stalin heard all of it. He was now Admiral in Cheif. He began using his authority.
"Close in on them! Maybe we will be able to torpedo them!"

"We're hit!" shouted the first-mate of the Borodin.
"We're coming! Don't worry we will rescue you and your cre..."
Lenin barely finished the sentence when a huge explosion ripped through the boat. They had been hit by a 30-inch HE shell. The ship cracked in two. The last thing he remebered before the ship sank like the setting sun was "Help! The Motherland is under attack!"... Then he went under.

OOC: Neo-Russia d'you mind if i rp as if i've just conducted some covert operation in your nation?

As night fell, the Special Forces Troop, having successfully completed the mission, set up camp about 15 metres away the beach. Sheltered by the dark canopy of the jungle, they diligently watched for any sign of the escape plan. This was where, supposedly, a Wolf Class Submarine was hastily approaching to pick them up. The sub was supposed to come to periscope level to alert the waiting soldiers, but as yet, nothing had been seen. Wary of the fact that they might have been pursued, the men were agitated and restless. With 4 out of the 16 severely injured, and having left the heavy weapons in the hasty exit from the city, the results of an encounter would bode well. With this in mind, the soldiers watched for any sign of movement. Suddenly, the beach exploded. A wall of sand 20 metres high erupted in front of them, amidst the sound of exploding shells. The troop rapidly dispersed, dragging the wounded with them back inland. They headed towards the peninsula, only to witness an astonishing sight.
A large contingent of ships were pounding the beach head, while further out at sea another fleet was bombarding a much, much smaller fleet, which proceeded to rapidly disappear. Commander Raybin now realised with a shock that the sub probably wouldn’t turn up for a while, and decided to watch for the outcome of these bombardments.

OOC:Can I get some details on your government so I can come up with a reason why I would invade.

IC:

Task Force Alpha

As the sun went down the commander of the ship was reviewing battle damage from the attack.A message came in and quickly jotted down a response for the radio man to send back.

''This is Frenzian Naval Ship Glory,we are engaging an enemy fleet in preparation for landing.We cannot authorize you to assist without first contacting our government,please wait out.''

The commander sat down and typed a message to Frenzian CENCOM.After a brief period he received a message back.He jotted down another message for the radio man to send back.

''We have talked to commanders and rough battle plans will be sent to your ship,for now,link up with us,we must meet with our other Task Force.

As the dark water lapped against the hulls of the mighty naval ships the Doujin once again fired its guns in anger.The sky was lit up by the flash from the guns as the rounds sailed into the darkness to cause more destruction.The the Doujin stopped firing to allow 50 FF-02 Blizzards to take off from the carrier desks.It took time to get all fifty in the air but as soon as they were they flew towards the enemy ships like locusts descending on fresh crops.As the aircraft approached they let loose over a hundred AGM-84D Harpoons.These missiles would skim across the ocean and destroy what was left of the fleet.

Task Force Bravo

It was dark and the many ships of the larger Task Force Bravo sat.A cold chill blew through the air and the moonlight shone down on the ships.A sailor looked into the distance and saw clouds,he thought to himself about the possibility of a storm.His thinking was shattered by an alarm and a broadcast over the load speakers.

''Attention all personnel,attention all personnel,report to battle stations,report to battle stations.''

He rushed down the stairs to his position and shortly after he vanished the sky became lit.Missiles poured out of tubes and sped towards the beach heads.Any opposition needed to be weakened.As the missiles poured into the sky and rained down on the beach heads,troops checked and rechecked their kit in preparation for landing.



Task Force Bravo

7 Wasp Class

3 Bob Hope Class

20 Ticonderoga-class
cruisers

30 Arleigh Burke-class
destroyers

16 Los Angeles-class
submarines

16 Oliver Perry Hazard Class

2 Supply Class

OOC:

Frenzia, nice to see you in another RP. I lost my nation Kazakhstania a while back, but I remember reading a couple of RP's you were in last year.

And you can't go wrong with someone with a Doujin class!

Anyway, I was wondering if I could do some stuff with your nation? Like provide a bit of OPFOR in that wargame but then help you in the war. Or something. Pretty small scale, cause you know, you can't do much with 7 million.

OOC: Well, my country is Communist (or some form of Stalinism), and I have huge deposits of iron and coal under my country, I'd say my country is in/near Siberia, and no I don't mind any covert operations, i'm going to be annihalated soon enough anyways :cool:
OOC: Great now it's world vs. me =C

IC:
Back on the land front, the situation was very bad.
"What the..." The radar operation stared at his radar screen, mouth open with the sudden activity.
A giant green blob had appeared. Suddenly explosions rocked the earth around them.
'WE'RE UNDER ATTACK! NAVY REPORT!" yelled the radio operator.
There was no response...
"Great... The Navy was annihalated..." The radio operator remarked. He turned his frequency to the public frequency. "DEFCON 1! FULL ATTACK! REPORT TO THE BUNKER YOU HAVE BEEN ASSIGNED TO! I REPEAT, DEFCON 1! FULL ATTACK! REPORT TO THE BUNKER YOU HAVE BEEN ASSIGNED!"

The White Guard Troops watched helplessly as the bunkers they were in 2 minutes ago erupted in explosions of sand and shrapnel. They could faintly make out a giant invasion fleet, but in the night they could not tell. Were those landing ships that were coming? They could not tell... That was when the first Rifle shot was fired, and the first man fell...

OOC: I'm happy with anything, really.

Task Force Alpha

The Blizzards let loose their payloads and watched as the missiles impacted against the hulls of various sinking ships.Crew members could been seen floating in the water,between wreckage and fire.In the night these men would die and the ocean would become their final resting place.The Task Force upon receiving confirmation that the enemy fleet had been decimated was ordered to link up with Task Force Bravo.Before the ships began to turn,the Tribute Doujin fired a final shot from its 30'' gun.

Task Force Bravo

In the dead of night the ships had been letting loose salvos of missiles.The beach head was certainly taking a beating.Commanders were ready for a landing.420 EFVs poured out of the Wasp Classes and as they headed for the beach,70 CH-53 Sea Stallion helicopters and 35 AH-1 W Super Cobras zoomed overhead.It was dark and the men could see lights on the beach.As the EFVs got closer they began firing their 30mm rounds at enemies on the beach.Tracer fire pierced the darkness like a hot knife through butter.The Cobra helicopters began firing all they had at the enemy positions,sand was blasted into the air.Shrapnel flew everywhere and the sick smell of burning flesh began to mix with the cool breeze.The Sea Stallions flew over the enemy positions and troops began to pour out of the helicopters.They took up defensive positions behind trees and logs or rocks,even ditches.They used the darkness as cover and crept up behind enemy positions and engaged the enemy from behind.Frenzian Commanders waited,soon the beach would be theirs.


OOC:Unfortuanatly I don't remember you Kazkahstania but you can gladly do something,maybe you want to do small special forces strikes or something.I'd ask Opatia first though,its his RP after all.

OOC:

Well this does look like a bit of a walkover until now, so I might join against you...

Can I have a map of Frenzia and join?

Thats is pending Opatia's confirmation I can join.

OOC:Here is the map,If you need more information,just ask.

http://img484.imageshack.us/img484/4950/frenzia1bj.jpg

OOC: Feel free to join, sorry I haven't been posting. Exams.

OOC: Is Freedom City mine? Or yours [Frenzia]? As of now i'll just be rping on the beach.
OOC: Man 30mm tracer rounds? That's kinda mean... Oh well all's fair in war...

"Shoot they've got helicopters! Bring the RPGs up!" Shouted one soldier.
"We lost 'em in the initial attack! It'd be suicide to run back out of cover to the open beach!" Another one shouted.
"Requesting backup! Requesting backup! Do an airstrike! Naval bombardment! Whatever! We are reqesuting backup!" The radio operator shouted. "We're not getting any answer! The radio's jammed!"
"Retreat! Hoopefully they will not notice and they will waste tons of ammunition!" Shouted the commander.
"Wait we still have armor in the back!" Shouted one of the other White Guard Commanders.
"Against a giant naval fleet and helicopters? No way! Sound the retreat! We're taking too many losses!"

And thusly so, the White Guard Retreated. The Frenzian commanders watched in pure glee to see how easily there were going to win this war...

The Somethingey President Kacy sat down at her desk looking though some paper work of a space program. When her aid walked in.
"Kacy commander Tolk is here and wants to talk with you." said the aid.
"Let him in." Kacy said without even lifting her face away from the paper work. Tolk in his black uniform with servel medels on his chest and 5 stars on his solders walked in to the room.
"Well lets get down to business. I think we should enter the conflict of Neo-Russia."
"Why?" the President said lifting her face from her work.
"Simple we need allies, if we join the winning side we can get some buddies."
"But not only would we risk the lives of our own people, but we would become murders to join this fight when no one has attacked us yet."
"Then how about peacekeeping?"
"Maybe...now leave me. I need to finish this damn paper work."

OOC: I might join as a peacekeeper in a damage city in the middle of the war or something like that.

Kazkahstania's Embassy, Neo-Russia the 2nd

Chaos. Telephones going off everywhere, intelligence of divisions being raised here there, everywhere. The radio guys were picking up frantic calls from some beach somewhere, and apparantly Frenzia were attacking. This couldn't be good.

The delegate from Kazkahstan, one Mizael Rutter, drained his twelfth cup of coffee and took a deep breath, before picking up the phone and being connected to the Prime Minister, one Nazan Ibrom. The voice on the other end was to the point.

"What the hell is happening out there? I've had three military aides reporting war in the last three days and one of our ancient Kilo subs is thinking its Sonars on the fritz because its got so many surface contacts. Whats happening out there?"

Rutter sat goggle eyed for a few seconds.

"Well!?"
"I think there's a war on sir. I don't know what to do."
"Don't know what to do!? Jesus, do I have to tell you your job? Strengthen security, as friends of this nation we're entrusted to defend them!"
"With what, sir? We've got a squad of Marines and a Spec Ops guy on placement."
"I'm authorising sending out more men, but that'll take time, not many mind. Maybe a Brigade or so, with some light support. Will special ops do?"
"I wouldn't know! I'm a diplomat. Jesus jesus jesus...."
"And a Major General, your way out of your depth. You'll be relieved within 24 hours."

And sopoor Rutter sat, being relieved of his post and utterly confused. Angry and bewildered, he got up to pass the message on to the Marines.

Within hours, the Embassy took on the look of a fortress, with sandbags and a machine gun nest.

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Royal Atryau Air Force Base

An An-70 transport aircraft, overly used by the Special Ops team Zulu after an ongoing assigment to another country, roared into life once more. In the back sat six eager men of Zulu Alpha, Kazkahstans best Special Ops team. Described as elite by some, they would be inserted to see what the hell was happening, while more Airborne Forces mobilised.

While Kazkahstan coldn't afford large scale deployments, it could afford covert and small missions. And it had a special cargo, one Major General Konev.

Task Force Alpha

The ships had been sailing for an hour now,in 4 or 5 more hours they would link up with Task Force Bravo.The sun would be up by then.

Alpha and Bravo Beachheads

As the EFVs rolled up onto the beaches,the men noticed that enemy was fleeing.The men didn't appear to be very organized,they were basically running for there lives.The retreating men were running right by the troops that had been dropped off by the helicopters.The Frenzian soldiers were caught in the middle.Hand to hand and bayonet fighting began occuring.But a tradition that had started during the Frenzian was against Kraven,Raven corps,and New Nick began happening.The men rushed out of their EFVs but rather than charging up the beach they came to attention,rifles brought to the position of present arms as a sign of respect to the fleeing troops.At the same time as enemy troops rushed by the men that had been dropped off they too came to attention and brought there rifles to the position of present arms.It was dangerous,the enemy was all around them,no one dared move,they stood like statues.It was a true show of Frenzian bravery and respect.After standing like this as the enemy ran,they resumed combat mode.Troops took up defensive positions along the beach heads.Quickly combat engineers began building defenses and began construction on a port that would allow the Bob Hope Classes to unload their cargo and soldiers.GF-02 Blizzards extended their combat air patrols to include the beach heads.Helicopters from the Wasp Classes began flying in and landing on the beaches dropping off supplies for the troops.It was chaos on the beach,complete darkness made it harder although there was no light discipline so troops were allowed to use their flashlights.


Losses

5 EFVs

35 Troops


OOC:Neo thats a map of my nation.Please let me know if my losses are accurate.

Commander Raybin was not having one of his better days. Stuck behind enemy lines, with four men dead. To make things worse, the only way home was through an invading army of Frenzian infantry. And even if they did make it past them, the submarine probably wouldn't turn up, on account of there being a fleet of roughly 80 warships parked in the way. This was, of course, presuming the sub hadn't already been destroyed.
He didn't tell the men this. But he didn't need to; they were all experts in the art of war and espionage, and they all knew it wasn't looking good. There had to be some way to get past the infantry on the beaches, and then at least they would have some prospect of escape. All along the beach engineers were constructing preliminary defenses, while the infantry provided fire support. The defending side had just given up, and all along the beach Frenzian soldiers were close on their heels. More reinforcements for Frenzia were arriving in helicopters, landing on the nearside of the beach. Suddenly, and very strangely, everything stopped. To be more precise, every Frenzian stopped. All of them stood silently to attention, while all around them the Russians fled. In this fleeting moment, Commander Raybin saw his chance.
"Take those helicopters!” he shouted, reflecting upon just how crazy he was being.

Twenty Miles Inland

The An-70 had come the long way round the coast. After travelling miles inland then back out to avoid the enemy fleet, the transport was flying at almost treetop level to avoid confrontations, being unescorted and all.

The door slowly opened, the aircraft banked then came level over a large field. Out the back, an up-armoured HMMWV was pushed, followed by six green clad figures leaping out after it. The vehicle landed on its pallet under a parachute and slid to a stop and the men glided down next to, before cutting off their parachutes and burying them in a ditch. They then gathered in a protective circle round the vehicle, while the chief engineer got things going.

The An-70 then proceeded to the airport closest to the embassy. There, the Major General was helicoptered by domestic flight to the roof of the embassy. The Kazkahstanian campaign was truly off the ground.

Royal Atryau Air Base

Within 36 hours an Airborne unit of the Kazkahstanian Army was called up, with vehicles and and HQ. Numbering about two hundred and fifty two men, with around seven HMMWV's, two trucks and two M-12 IFV's, the newly formed 12th Expeditionary force would be transported to Neo-Russia in three waves, as soon as the An-70 got back. A lighter, C-27S Aircraft would start by paradropping in thirty six men, the an Artillery platoon that would act as a Pathfinder uinit. Dropped in with them would be basic Mortars and GMPG's, and explosives to set up a forward runway.

Most of the Frenzian soldiers didn't even notice the men runnig for the helicopters,they were not moving,eyes pointed directly ahead,staring into whatever was ahead of them.Suddenly the men stopped standing at this position and went back to combat mode.The troops noticed the men running for the helicopters and pointed their weapons and began yelling at them to stop or they would be shot.A few troops began running towards the helicopter also,hoping to tackle the men running for it.

Ok, thought Raybin. Maybe this wasn't the smartest thing he'd ever done. He stopped, as he didn't really want to be shot right now, and then thought about what to do next. He knew his men would follow him anywhere, but the future was looking pretty grim right now. He quickly decided what to do.
He stepped forwards, trying to look calm and in control.
"Put down your weapons - we are Frenzian Special Forces 2 Division" he said, hoping that special forces were classified information in Frenzia.
"We were watching the situation of your invasion when we noticed the enemy general and his guard advancing towards these helicopters. We left snipers to pick them off and then advanced here to secure the vehicles."
Commander Raybin knew it was a tall tale, but he thought it was probably their best chance. The penalty for revealing the whereabouts of Hilarion Special Forces to any other nation was punishable by death, and this was his main reason for not immediately surrendering.

Inshore, Zulu Squad

Riding along in their heavily armed HMMWV, the squad had covered fifteen miles offroad in around two hours. They approached the far off sounds of clattering gunfire and stopped to report in. On their Longwave Radio.

Seventy Miles Inland

The C-27S skimmed in low over the huge field, the scene that would transform into the forward airfield. In two columns, thirty six men parachuted out the back, preceded by two pallets of equipment.

It then turned round and headed home. The An-70 had also returned to base and was refueling, awaiting the arrival of the C-27S and its four escorting long range F/A-41 fighters.

Beach Head Alpha

The troops were unsure of what to do.The men standing in front of them were clearly not wearing Frenzian uniforms,but were clearly not wearing enemy uniforms either.A Warrant Officer spoke up.

''We apologize if you really are special forces however we must confirm that you are not the enemy.''

He motioned to a radio man and the man came over.He picked up the phone and began talking.

''November Bravo One (Capital ship of Bravo Task Force),this is Snake (3rd Section,2nd Platoon,Delta Company) message over.''

''Snake this is November Bravo One,send message,over.''

"'We have unidentified tangos in the area,do we have special forces operating in the area.''

''Negative,special forces are aboard the FNS Defense.''

The Warrant Officer looked up and ordered the enemy soldiers to surrender their weapons and lay on the ground.

Commander Raybin oblingingly lay down, but he made one last attempt. He did not want to shoot first, but if this didn't work, then he might have to.
"What did the man say? Aboard the FNS Defense?!"
Even though Raybin had no clue what this was, he tried to make it sound preposterous.
"And you believe that your superiors would just tell you straight off where we are? Of course, there are some sections based on the FNS Defense, but thats just a cover! We were parachuted in here 3 weeks ago to pave the way for the invasion force, and now you're thanking us by arresting us?"
Raybin had always been good at lying, but this was probably too much.
He prepared to execute plan B.

The Warrant Officer was unsure.He had been unsure of what to do all along,if these really were Frenzian soldiers he was going to be in deep when he got home.

''I apoligize,this is for the safety of our men.''

He decided to ask a question that he thought Frenzian Special Forces would know.''

''How many subs are in Task Force Bravo.''

He stood back and awaited a reply.

Commander Raybin knew this was not going anywhere. However, he still had a few things to say as he tried to buy some more time.
"Ok, you have us. We are not, as your superiors correctly confirmed, not Frenzian Special Forces. We are the elite arm of a little known terrorist organisation known as mijaeklunii in our native tongue, or "wisdom's sword". We have recently made several attacks upon the many cities throughout Neo-Russia, and were in the business of disappearing when your invasion got in the way. We have no quarrel with you, as we believe that a new ruling power in this corrupt nation is welcome change."
“Now that we have revealed our whereabouts to another organisation, we can never return to our homes. We will gladly fight for you if you wish, as we have no other purpose in life.”
Raybin stopped talking and waited to see how this would go down.

''Ah,I understand.I apologize but this had to be done to protect our troops.I knew from the start you were not enemies.Unfortuanatly I cannot just release you into the combat zone.I can assure you that you won't be treated as P.O.W.s,I'll look into getting you a Frenzian citizenship,in the meantime you can stay onboard a ship.

Raybin could not believe his eyes. He had fallen for it. Amazing. As he wondered what would happen now, he had an idea. This was possibly the greatest espionage oppurtunity ever. They could infiltrate the Frenzian Army, and provide up to date information on their tactics and war plans. This was going to be amazing.

OOC: Is anyone except you and me still in this rp? It's pretty quiet..

OOC:I'm sure they are,many people are tied up with exams.This could be the case for them.

IC:

A helicopter landed on the beach almost directly beside them.The Warrant Officer motioned for the men of the ''wisdom's sword'' to hop in the helicopter.He jumped in as well as four other troops that had been standing with the Warrant.

OOC: Fair enough.. anywhere what do you want me to do with those special forces? Just pretend they've integrated with your army and move on with the rp?

OOC:Yes.sounds good.Neo,do you have a map of your nation?.If not can you give me a basic idea of how far your capital city is and what lies before that and my landing site.

Helicopters continued to land on the beach as supplies were continually being dropped off.The port had been started and was well on its way to completion.Defenses such as bunkers and trenches were beginning to get constructed,machine gun nests and mines and such had already been set up around the perimiter.Although there were not very many troops on the beach they were dug in well enough to hopefully defend against any counter attack.They also had the advantage of their air and naval support as well as the fact that they would be landing artillery and armour as soon as the makeshift port was complete.For now the commanders focused on gaining as much information from satellite photos as they could.They needed to know specific locations of bases and air fields as well as major towns and cities.They also needed to know the rough locations of enemy air defenses.


Task Force Alpha

An order came in and all the ships began to turn and head back to the nation of Frenzia.The war was not over but they were needed elsewhere.Task Force Bravo Ships would also head back.


Due to the recent ongoing activity as well as a war back home I will be pulling out of this RP.Good Luck.