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Wagdog's Secretary of Defense Mario Iliescu was antsy for numerous reasons today. The General Secretary was off to Singapore for the conference, leaving his imperious domme of a wife and Deputy General Secretary in charge, and Fiji was near to boiling over due to the usual racial tensions between its wealthy minorities and the poorer native islanders. Plus Wally Shortclaw, the Treasury Secretary and a werewolf besides, was near to mauling him over the projected costs of his military "rationalization" scheme for licensing American weapons for production in Wagdog. Worse, near to doing it despite the full moon being a few days away and Wally's still being in human form too.
Reports from Fiji were fragmentary at best; they always were of course in situations like this. But riots there by pro-minority groups in recent years had prompted a coalition government between the United Fijian Party and the Royal Fiji Military Forces, ostensibly to keep order but of course (as Iliescu knew well, understanding such instincts perfectly) just to save the party's skin before the next coup-proper erupted over the issue. And now new riots in the capital of Suva were escalating to the point of petty insurgency, if the State Security Agency's assets on Fiji were on the mark at all. "Ma'am, what are we to do about this likely Fiji situation?" The vampire knew he had to ask sooner or later, despite his immense dislike for his leader's short (if not so much as her husband), paunchy (ditto), bespectacled (like her husband), and straight auburn-haired partner.
"Why, what do you think Mario?" Naturally, the woman was flirting with him, twitching her feet at him under the conference table because she thought he was interested in her and would obey her if she seemed to reciprocate. Oh, how Human cultural stereotypes of Vampire immorality so disguted him. "The fascists on that island have oppressed their own for too long. Authorize our C-130s on Guam to rendezvous with our three Airborne Ranger battalions on Papua, order our submarines from Port Moresby to the edge of Fiji's exclusive economic zone, and put your agents in contact with whatever rebellion emerges to coordinate our intervention accordingly. Once the fighting starts, I'll issue a televised address to our people and the world, declaring our unconditional support for the Fijian people against their oppressors." She spoke with the studied certainty of a true dogmatic Marxist; not that Mario exactly minded that, just her particular choice of wishy-washy Gorbachevite dogma as opposed to the Stalinist 'Systematization' orthodoxy Mario and his Noble Revolutionary Party preferred. She then shouted at him, probably sensing his personal rebuff, "And DO make sure the locals start it first. We are revolutionaries and liberators; not imperialists!"
"Yes ma'am." He didn't exactly mind "spreading the Revolution" either; simply the fact that justifying such to everyone else, particularly the Pacificans and Japanese, was going to be a true were-bear of a task. Fortunately for Wagdog's Defense Secretary, coffee went well with blood rations, as allocated by Wagdog's hospital blood banks for obvious reasons of feeding the vampire population. It was officially going to be the proverbial 'long night at the office' for Mario Iliescu; preferably as far away from the "Right Honorable" Mrs. Friedrich as possible.

0600 Hours, Suva

It had started at damn. It started with gunshots in the city, and by the end of the hour, full scale pitched battles were occuring in the centre of the city. Suva City Centre was pretty much locked down, with insurgents occupying the key buildings such as the Parliament of Fiji complex, scene of the infamous Counter Revolutionary Warfare mutiny.

Also held were the Police Headquarters and the International Airport. The streets had turned into vast kill-zones, and so far the Military had been slow to react. This was, in part, due to the swiftness of the insurgents strike. However, it was also due to in-fighting within the armed forces. So far, only the 3rd and 5th Battalions had moved to quell the rebellion, with the 1st Battalion, stationed in Suva itself, joining the up-rising.

Meanwhile, 2nd Battalion was imploding in on itself up in Lautoka, the 4th Battalion itself on Vanau Levu was awaiting orders, but fielding troops onto the streets to ensure the uprising did not reach the second island. The 6th Battalion was gathering itself at its Barracks on Suva, and it would take some hours for the 7th and 8th Battalions to mobilise, as was the same with the Engineer Battalions. The Navy was quick to move, fielding its 9 patrol boats as quickly as possible.

At the International Airport, the Rebel leader, one Ballu Khan, moved into the Air Traffic Control tower, G3 Assault Rifle raised. He was followed by a young insurgent and a man in a balaclava hefting a GPMG. Kicking in the door, the moved up to the flight room quickly. A scared looking security guard ran down the stairs straight into them, before being shot in the head, then positively blown away by the GPMG. They contiued moving.

Once in the tower, Khan looked around to find only two scared looking Air Traffic Controls. They were kicked to the ground, and control was taken. He moved to a complicated communications set near the stairs. He set down his rifles, considered it for a moment, before entering one word, and sending it to a location scribbled on a bit of paper in his pocked.

"Palusami", the name of a Fijian meal he particularly liked. The Cavalry should arrive soon.

Mario Iliescu was eating his usual lunch of nearly-raw steak when the State Security Agency clerk burst into his room, flanked by Secret Service operatives with their always-cocked MP5N submachine guns. It always amazed Mario: both how much of Wagdog's army the capured US Marine weaponry had really allowed to be well-equipped in a region not exactly known for such, and the rudeness of the new spooks they kept hiring. My, how true it is that they don't make spies like they did back in the Cold War.
Panting, the young and feathery-haired blonde belted out one word. "...Palusami... Sir. It's Palusami."
The vampire scared the girl off, she running in a cold sweat back through the burly Secret Servicemen when he showed his fangs for the smile the news had provoked. "Palusami" was the agreed rebel request codeword describing the best possible conditions of Wagdog's intervention in the Fijian Civil War: a permissive-entry landing, with the rebels already in control of Suva's international airport and presumably the government complexes as well. "My two favorite things aside from wine, women and blood: Coups D'Etat and Coups de Main. I think we've just scored both here..."
Defense Secretary Iliescu thus set to work immediately. Wagdog's already-deployed subs would still take a few days to be on-scene, so air strikes against Fiji's patrol-boat navy (not that Wagdog had much better, at least on the surface) were necessary. Hence, orders were sent to the Air Force Headquarters Squadron on Guam to send 4 KC-135 Tankers to New Caledonia along with 21 F-15E Strike Eagles currently on New Guinea. Once there and briefly refuelled/rested, strike operations over Fiji against remnant SDL and RFMF targets in support of the rebels were to begin at once.
But of course, more immediate support would be needed as well. And that was where the Rangers came in, each battalion of the three having already mustered its Battalion Ready Company and Heavy Weapons Company. These, mustering .50cal heavy machine guns in a "Machine Gun Series", plus Javelin ATGMs and 105mm pack howitzers in corresponding anti-tank and infantry gun series, provided the real muscle for the paras. This force, some 600 total, would require all of the 18 Hercules transports in Wagdog's possession to lift, of course, mostly for the equipment and ammunition; but the risks were worth it. Like any in his position worth their salt, Mario knew to err on the side of firepower when sufficient info for greater precision was lacking.
And as far as the RFMF was concerned, those units of it still upholding the racist regime on Fiji anyway, those 105mm pack howitzers might as well be battleship guns...
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At Andersen AFB, Guam, the oddly-serene takeoff of one E-3A Sentry AWACS and four KC-135R Stratotankers, with a flight of F/A-18C Hornets as escort against possible interference so early in the game, was the only signal that Wagdog's first war since its independence had officially begun. Once beyond the Hornets' range, the big jets would head for New Caledonia where the Hercules and Strike Eagles deployed from New Guinea would already be on the job. The fighters would escort the transports and then provide an initial, overwhelming round of JDAM strikes against Fijian regime targets to cover the Rangers' landing at the rebel airfield. Once on the ground, the Rangers would move out to parry any SDL loyalist counteroffensive against the rebel coup, the Eagles would RTB for rest/refuelling while the AWACS and Stratotankers took station to support the coming days' air campaign. With luck, the Fijian military would realize what was good for them and fold before the rest of Wagdog's three Airborne Ranger Battalions arrived. With luck...

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Am I waiting for...um...the other nation (forgotten his name) to post before I continue?

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Am I waiting for...um...the other nation (forgotten his name) to post before I continue?
OOC: It would probably be a good idea to, at least for a day or two. But don't let inactivity of his kill this, mind.;)
If needed, we can RP linking up and moving out to crush the regime forces while we wait. But let's wait for Amazonian Beasts before more RP-firefights begin. The better we do this, the better The People's Earth's reputation will be. And from what I gathered during that brief "No More Earths" flap, it needs all the rep it can get...:headbang:

OOC: Since I can't find the thread...am I the Fiji Nationalists or Revolutionaries?

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Your the nationals.

This should be quite good, three decent roleplayers.

Just read the above posts for your force deployments. A battalion is about 100 men, by the way. Ask Wagdog about any heavier hardware, or just make up something suitable.

OOC Disclaimer: Don't read if you don't like gory stuff. Tryin' to create the atagonist here.

Blood dripped off the combat knife to the ground, falling in heavy droplets. The knife was dangerous-a fierce weapon that had taken its toll-somewhat. The Indo-Fijan, trying to make a move, had been cut down, though was still alive, breathing heavily on the ground as blood spurted from a stomach incision by the blade. Above him stood a man.
Yet he was not some normal man-maybe genetically, but not on the first glance. The man was towering, for one thing-6'8", a monster among many. His arms were tree trunks, massive things bursting with muscle and sinew, nly dwarfed by the towers that were the man's legs. His chest nearly burst from the ragged camo shirt that he wore, his neck bursting with vein and flesh. The man's face was most terrifying of all-a pure freak, scars cutting across the face every which way. His mouth was agape, yellowed teeth portruding in a snarl, not normal teeth-but daggers. The canine teeth were sharp, like the knife, and grimmaced in almost a smile, beside the razor incisors that fronted the man's mouth. His eyes had probaly once been an attractive shade of deep brown, but something had changed them-they were now tinted with an olive shade, but burst bright from his brown skin, ferocious spectres amidst a backdrop of earth. Hair singed with blood covered the brows and dirtied his forehead, capping the puzzle.
He took a step closer towards the wounded, who cried in pain and tried to roll away. The man simply stepped on him, right in the wound.

"Do not try to escape,"-the words were not anything sinister, nor raspy or of gravel-they were calm, deep, and clear. His intent was clear. "You are poised for a messy death, along with your pitiful kind."

The man on the ground whimpered as blood pooled around him, barely even conscious now due to blood loss. The man above kicked his hard on the side, his boot driving into the man's side. The man above drove the dagger into the man's side, opening the torso to the ribcage-white bone portruded under flayed flesh and pouring blood, cracked and destroyed by the onslaught of the sadistic persona above.

"Your death comes on my terms, traitor."

The man above grasped his knife in a deathgrip, stooping down to the dying's level. He positioned the knife above the man's face, but did not attempt any sort of quick move.

"Wh-wha-" gasped the wounded.
"A glorious experienced," smiled the man above. "One you won't forget. Enjoy the next realm."

Surgically, he moved the combat knife in as the man on the ground screamed. He inserted it just beneath the eye, carving out the left eyeball. The blood that poured from the socket amused him-slightly quelled his sadistic nature that had been suppressed as an officer of the Fijan military-but now could be released on these insurgents. Terrorists. Moving on, he stuck the knife in the socket, turning it slowly to feel the optic nerve tear and rip. It was fulfilling. Applying pressure as the man blacked out in pain, he drove the knife ever so slightly into the mesh of brain behind, cutting out a small piece. He picked out the small grey portion, looking at it pleasurely on his knife before abruptly shoving it in the man's open mouth, forcing it down his throat. The man smiled.

"Now you can find yourself."

Looking back, he was getting slightly bored, the man on the very brink of death. Deciding to finish it fast, he clutched the knife again, ripping the gut open in very quick, fluid motions-the internal organs revealed, the man on the ground was dead. The first of many, hopefully.

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Fourteen Years Prior

His name was Sitiveni Armadi-he was a young Fijian, ten years old. He had a sister-Arvani Armadi-aged eight. Both were on that street that day, ever present in the mind of modern Sitiveni. Playing, like ordinary kids in any ordinary society across the globe-but one of the Fiji-Indians, those "other" people, had decided to intervene-and he was significantly older, at least in the twenties.

"You," he pointed at Arvani-"Come."

Sitiveni put himself between his sister and the man, demanding on explanation. The man instead pulled a very long-and very nasty looking-blade on both.

"Your deeds repay you."

Kicking Sitiveni aside, he approached the young girl, quivering in fear, In one clean swipe, he decapitated her-nothing to it but blood and fear. Sitiveni was shocked, nearly frozen, but the Indian was coming for him next, blade raised.

"Your race shall one day suffer the same."

Sitiveni jumped to his feet, running down a nearby aisle as the man kept coming, implement of his sister's messy death raised. Sitiveni rounded a corner faster, jumping into a nearby dumpster. Apparently the Indian was rather stupid-he didn't check-but Sitiveni, out of fear, stayed there for four hours, crying out of fear and loss.

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Present

And now was glorious vindication.

The Fiji-Indian's guts were strewn across the floor as Sitiveni raised, his spirit excited by the task. The officer didn't know what the Indian had meant that day, nor known what qualm he had had with him or his unlucky sibling. But now was the time to avenge those sins-they were rebels, he would make them pay.
He turned his viridian eyes to one of his noncoms.

"The airport. They have taken it. It is our job-our mission-to take it back."
"What's the plan, Cap'n?"
"Third has already surrounded the airport. They have begun proceedings to begin sniping manuevers against the Terrorists inside. We will supplement them. Begin moving our company towards the airport, I will meet you shortly."
"Yes sir."

The noncom indicated to the two men beside him, walking back to the company assembled nearby. Sitivani looked back at the gutted, destroyed man.

"And you are the forerunner."

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Your the nationals.

This should be quite good, three decent roleplayers.

Just read the above posts for your force deployments. A battalion is about 100 men, by the way. Ask Wagdog about any heavier hardware, or just make up something suitable.
OOC: Actually, that's normally a company; Commonwealth battalions are usually 750 or so and packing GPMGs plus 81mm mortars before any attrition sets in. The defections prevent that except in two Fijian battalions' cases (3 & 5 RFMF), so by all means guess as to what remains for the other battalions you have, Amazonian, in terms of men and ornance.
Note that in Wagdog's army, we call 100 men or so a "series." That's the same as the sub-company units used in USMC training regiments, represented in NATO symbology as a unit square with four dots instead of a platoon's three. A company of ours may raise as many of those as it can support, much like a miniature British Regiment that happens to be commanded by a Captain; although most have only one series and more than two per company is rare. Since we hardly trust our lieutenants as far as we can throw them, Wagdog's sub-company units are almost always commanded by NCOs (Lance Corporals for fireteams, Corporals for squads, Sergeants for Sections, Staff/Gunnery Sergeants for Platoons, and Master Sergeants or Master Gunnery Sergeants/Sergeants Major for Series), with the senior NCO in the company acting as Company Sergeant as per common sense. Our lieutenants are obeyed if they happen to be given command of a series or less, but this is rare since our service culture treats lieutenants like the inexperienced officers they frequently are and usually has them "watch and learn" from Captains a while first.
Oh, and b/c of the delay here's the...
IC:
Captain Aaron Ellington banked his F-15E Strike Eagle wide of Suva international airport, lining up on the tower as the initial point or "IP" for his bombing run. "Roger, Red Sky One" the AWACS controlling the campaign over Fiji, "Have reached IP and am five-by for attack. Please advise." Hopefully his copilot would be able to get the 500lb satellite-guided bombs as close to the RFMF battalions' strongpoints as possible without killing their own allies in the tower. That would hardly be an auspicious way to begin Wagdog's first military campaign. Although it might get everyone to stop calling me 'Aragorn' just 'cause I sort of look like the guy...
"Roger, Flame One, you are cleared in hot. Pickle on target and assume BARCAP until all friendly aircraft ready to RTB." The 21 other F-15Es in Aaron's squadron were hitting targets all over Fiji, especially naval and command assets, now that the situation for the rebels was becoming dire as the SDL regime's counterattack got organized.
That authorized, he zoomed in low over the airfield, hopefully too fast for any small arms fire to be accurately aimed his way. His target, a line of entrenchments was in sight when he banked up sharply and rolled inverted for ease of lining up, just before righting his plane and releasing the bombs. Out of the corner of his eye, he could faintly make out the first C-130 bearing Rangers on final approach to the airport's runway. Come on... MAKE IT! He hoped; what his unit had heard during the brief rest on New Caledonia's one airfield big enough to handle their planes was categorically not good. Fiji was well into civil war, and there were reports the Pacific Islander natives were beginning what amounted to genocide against the local Indian minority. No, not a good situation at all...

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Nice research dude. Cheers for the heads up to - I raided Wiki for Fijian info, but theres not much of it.

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The fighter screamed over-head and the bombs fell right over their heads. They impacted with amazing force in a stack a couple of hundred metres from the tower, with enough force to blow out all the windows in the control tower. Khan was knocked off his feet and the young insurgent dived for shelter behind a large radio console.

Shell cases lay all over the floor. The GPMG had already layed waste to a small convoy of Fijian troops that had come to defend the airport, and bodies lay scattered on the road outside. They had been taking occasional shots from around the airfield, but they tended to draw nothing but a torrent of return fire from the GPMG and the rifles.

1st Battalion had joined the rebels in the city key tansport, government and civil facilities were under insurgent control. So too were small amounts of heavy weapons, such as a battery of three 105mm guns and some LAW 80 anti-tank weapons. 2nd Battalion in Lautoka had suffered from some heavy in-fighting, but had decided to join the revolution as well, making it a sort of popular military-peoples coup. Lautoka was now under rebel control.

At the airport, the first Wagdoggie troops had arrived. The men had chortled at the name at first, but they were glad to see them arriving now. Rebels all across the airfield were moving to defensive positions, and an Armoured Car stolen from a nearby captured military base was moved to cover the main entrance, which the Control Tower had a view of as well. It was some defensive position. Saying this, a good five men had been hit by Sniper fire, so they would have to move fast to secure a larger area of Suva.

Is this thread closed or can other people join? If it isn't I would like to join.
My country is Yuketobania, or the Union of Yuketobanian Republics (UYR). ( I have my own thread pertaining to my country, but I Have to wait until the moderators approve it.)

Is this thread closed or can other people join? If it isn't I would like to join.
My country is Yuketobania, or the Union of Yuketobanian Republics (UYR). ( I have my own thread pertaining to my country, but I Have to wait until the moderators approve it.)
OOC: Technically, yes this is closed to People's Earth members. But, you can join if you claim some land on The People's Earth and get that factbook thread for your country up in People's Earth form.;) (RL tech and RL populations apply.) We'd sure love to have the glorious Yuktobania around!
IC: Master Sergeant Rose McGuffin surveyed the carnage around the airfield as the rest of her 64-strong 1st Series, Alpha Company, 2nd/I Airborne Corps debarked from the transport and took positions alongside the Fijian rebels. The Rangers still returned fire at some Loyalist potshots as they crept forward in a combat-wedge formation towards the airstrike's survivors, Rose leading with her M9 Beretta already having fired off several rounds to indeterminate effect.
Moments later, the area seemingly secure, a forward air controller from the Red Army Air Force attached to her Series' HQ section, itself a HQ squad and line squad combined into one, approached her. "Ma'am, the airfield is secure. Permission to land the Hummers and guns?"
"Do it." She felt the Air Force always looked so silly with the pastelized sky-blue collar tabs on their BDUs, this particular Staff Sergeant's tabs having two black-plastic triangles over a solid red stripe on the blue to signify his rank. This usage followed Wagdog's hybridization of modern American BDUs and 1940 Soviet rank display into one oddly-fitting whole; as well as the country's own addition of the Germanic "Staff Captain" rank below Major, so that there were four ranks in every category (Line, NCO, Company, Field, Flag) but Supreme Grade with its two ranks (Vice Marshal and Marshal). Of course, Rose wore the same color behind her three triangles on the red stripe, only with her Corps' parachute badge and number in black plastic just in front of her rank insignia as opposed to the liaison's winged propeller in front of his; so she probably had no grounds to gripe. "Get our Hummers and those guns moving out to wherever the rebels need us. We're to link up with their Battalions' officers and submit to their command unless the Old Man," ACoy 2/I's captain, "says otherwise. Clear?"
"Yes ma'am!" Good. At least the zoomie knew his place here. There may be hope for this nearly FUBAR-ed operation yet; Rose could've sworn that bombing had taken out a machine gun position trained right for her Series' transport with aim to destroy it in mid-landing. If Fate keeps this up... she remarked We might just survive this nutjob deployment yet.

OOC: Uhh... My respects if everyone's been busy (I'm off to work in a few myself), but my last airstrike didn't just kill off all the loyalist battalions or such. MSgt. Rose McGuffin and those rebels she's attached to are still headed for a showdown with Capt. Sitiveni Armadi, if everyone's game...;)

OOC: Sorry, had some RL issues that jumped me. Still sortin' 'em out, but I'll update this and the Singapore thread to keep it bouncin'.

IC:

Airport Front

"Armored car, 30 degrees," issued the on-spot field commander, Alitena Retu. "Hit it with ordinance."

As the Wagdog F-15E began making a run across the trench, three Loyalists popped up. One was thrown back almost instantly by a quick shot from a rebel, but the other two, armed with RPGs, quickly targeted the armored car that was mobilizing to supplement the stationed rebel troops. Like banshees, the rockets flew forth from the triggered launchers, boiling missiles flying to intercept the car, well-targeted and on course for collision with the vehicle's frontal weak-armored sections. The two Loyalists bunkered back down as the bomb payload from the Eagle impacted: flames shot skyward, red and yellow blossoming plumes of heat and fire. The intensity of the bombs raced down the fore of the trench where it had impacted, flinging bodies like ragdolls and exploding caches of ammunition and loaded weapons, popping and bursting synthetic and natural alike. The flames died down as the bombs reached their zenith, but the carnage lay down from where they had zeroed out a segment of destruction.

"Ignore that," Retu ordered, "Those transports! I want grenades and MG fire on them!"
"Yes sir," came the response from the Fijians assembled, scattered of several battalions-ones that had finished off Indians in their battalions.

RPG fire came heavy in response to the bomb, flying at the men and women who had disembarked off the C-130s that had landed. Three MG nests also erupted, their low, pulsing humm ringing the battlefield in a hail of lead.

En Route to the Airport

The burning corpses of several Indians littered the street like discarded paper balls on an office carpet. The Pacific Sun, lowering in the clear afternoon sky, glinted bright off Armadi's assault rifle. The weapon was primed, five bullets missing from a thirty-round clip. Five bodies laid prone and still on the ground behind Sitiveni, a torn circle through each's torso. Three men, two women, aged in their twenties. They had been seen by the sadistic nativist-therefore, they were dead. No excuses.
Sitiveni's day had been exciting, to say the least. 35 confirmed kills, twnety-two of them military-related-thirty-seven Indian. It had required a clip and a little more of ammo, but Armadi hadn't worried about that at all. He was three miles off from Fiji's international airport, and was still trekking his way there, taking the long route on purpose to see who would poke their head out-and get it shot off by his accurate firearm. He was having fun-but he'd reach the airport in an hour or two. Fun might start getting low there.

IC:
...Clearly it was a bad idea to assume an operation had stopped being FUBARed until it was over. No exceptions.
Master Sergeant McGuffin was belly-crawling away from the transports with the survivors of her series, having picked up the now-quite-dead Air Liaison Specialist's M4A1 Carbine and holstered her Beretta. At this rate, we'll never get those infantry guns in. Her battalion's full-strength series of four M56 105mm pack howitzers, used in place of mortars due to their ability for direct fire and anti-tank work as generic infantry guns, were arguably the key to this whole operation. If they couldn't be brought to bear...
And then she had it. Of course. Thanks, Musashi. She'd just remembered one of the old master swordsman's key pieces of advice from the Book of Five Rings: "While in the midst of minutiae, suddenly you shift to a large perspective.
Bracing herself behind some fallen masonry, the rest of the section taking cover and providing covering fire as one unleashed their AT-4 rocket at a suspected machine gun position, she turned to her HQ Section deputy; a Sergeant Rochelle who'd grown up on New Caledonia prior to its entry into Wagdog once anarchy had consumed France and its territories before the rise of the United European Federation. "Can we get the Old Man on the horn?"
"Yes madame." Rochelle gestured the radioman in the HQ Section's staff squad, thankfully only walking wounded, over while he removed his codebook. "Your message?"
"Ask the Captain to raise some concern if 'operations in depth' might be advisable, considering our situation here." She didn't need to elaborate that for the Frenchman. Pinned down by fire from elements of several Fijian loyalist battalions, and so far having difficulty expanding the airhead even to the airfield perimeter much less beyond.
It was so done, and soon...
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SIC:
Defense Secretary Mario Iliescu's headache had only gotten worse of late. WHY again did I assume the entry status would remain permissive? No matter; now it's hostile and we need to adapt. The attitude of the Colonel before him, head of the entire I Airborne Corps under First Army HQ at Port Moresby, was no less irritating if by teleconference. "You're asking my permission to outflank the enemy within YOUR area of responsibility!?" Surely Wagdog's unique army structure could imbue more initiative than this. "You don't need it, even if giving it would be appealing I assure you. The General Secretary has made it clear to me more times than necessary: they're your troops, Colonel, so command them as you see fit."
"Yes sir." The Colonel, a Rutang Surong formerly of the Indonesian army before he defected, assented at once. As soon as the strike sorties to cover it could be inbound, the remnant Rangers in the first wave would drop in behind the Fijian nationalist reinforcements in a classic assault drop. Then, the heavy ordnance could be flown in for use by the troops already there, and whatever of the Fijian Army hadn't defected would ideally be cut off between two hostile perimeters. Still, it would take some time, and in that the C-130s involved would have to rendezvous with the KC-135s again until their tanker brethren could arrive at New Caledonia to support more intensive operations. How much time do my men have? Colonel Surong's thought echoed across the hung up phone line...

OOC: Is Amazonian Beasts with FPU also going to participate in this conflict(Fiji should be quite close to his NZ) or he will only lead Fijian nationalists and FPU itsselfly remains neutral?

The Airport

The RPG's hit the Armoured Car, a hastily made Land Rover Defender with bits of steel bolted on. The 40mm warhead punched through the sheets like paper, igniting the fuel tank and sending the Car flying. In response to the RPG fire, rebels took up positions around the main entrance. Mikhail Ibanez, a young Insurgent, took up shelter behind some pipes and took stock. He saw another Rebel line up to shoot before getting a bullet through his head. Another got blown to oblivion by an RPG that ricoched(sp?) off a wall.

A storm of withering fire was thrown down the main road towards the RPG positions by the Rebel rifles. Khan in the control tower was sheltered under a table in the control tower barking orders into a radio. Squads were running out of ammo, pinned down, entirely wiped out. Things weren't looking good. They had only brought about 70 lightly armed insurgents, not nearly enough.

The insurgent in the tower with the rifle had been shot in the head in the sniper. The GPMG was overheating and almost out of ammo, but still pounding the Army's MG positions that were firing on the aircraft. The transports looked like they were receiving a battering before they took off, and the Wagdoggie troops were getting cut to pieces on the tarmac. They needed support. He radioed his Accomplice in Sazu itself.

Sazu

Lieutenant General Korhen had to scream down the radio to be heard. Small pockets of fighting in the city had started, but the Rebel positions in he city were far stronger, supplemented by around three hundred and fifty trained troops and around one hundred rebels. A small convoy of armed vehicles were being readied to travel out the airport, including a couple of Centurion tanks and APC's.

But the real ace was just about to be let loose. The three L118 105mm guns had been set up in a sheltered, hidden location in the city near the library, and had huge stocks of ammunition liberated from the Sazu Army base, which was also in Rebel control. Having heard the distress call, the 105mm guns were being readied for firing. Loaded with HE and Bomblet shells, at 1800 that day, the three guns started pounding Army positions at the airport, primarily the troops around the entrance and the MG positions observing the airfield, at a steady four rounds a minute, guided by forward air controllers on the ground.

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Wagdog, if you drop behind the lines, I could meet 2nd or 1st Battalion with you.

I think the idea is that the FPU just stays seperate. They could hardly talk, I mean they did go for Singapore.

*Snip*
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Wagdog, if you drop behind the lines, I could meet 2nd or 1st Battalion with you.

I think the idea is that the FPU just stays seperate. They could hardly talk, I mean they did go for Singapore.
OOC: Yeah, linking up like that was the idea.:cool: Gotta keep the situation fluid so Sitiveni's boys don't get to join in on good terms.
But I wouldn't rule anything out yet on the FPU's part b/c of what Olmedreca mentioned. I had the initial takeoffs from Guam, now being joined by routine movement of the KC-130s to New Caledonia as well, covered by Hornets because of possible Japanese intervention early on. The FPU side of that caution is why, when you next see Capt. Aaron Ellington, he's going to be carrying some Air-Air ordnance as well as the usual bombs.
DYK about any good JDAM targets around Suva I could send him after for covering the envelopment landing? And what about Stingers or such? Dead reckoning it I guess it's about 90 minutes New-Caledonia/Fiji each way for an F-15E since going full Mach would kill loiter time. Hence, there's plenty of aircraft to get shot at and targets for them to retaliate on, once you hint 'em to me (I'll list just unspecified "rebel intelligence").

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I'd just go for transport hubs. Rail yards, bridges, train lines. The rebels can wait it out, dub in, and have time. The Fijian Army need to move fast to kill off the insurgency before reinforcements arrive. Therefore slow down the Army and they'll be easier to kill. Theres something like 567km of railways and a couple of thousand k's of highway.

As for SAM's, the Fijian Army would most likely have Blowpipe missiles, highly ineffective Manually Controlled surface to air missiles and Bloodhound SAM's, relics of 1958. However, there is evidence (various websites) that they may have Rapier Air Defense Missiles, but these have a max range of around 5 km and aren't overly effective.

Generally, stay below 200 feet while fast or over 10,000 feet and your safe. Just get your pilots to climb to loiter. You forget that Stinger crews A) have an estimated survival time measured in seconds and B) generally target Helicopters or transports. Also, Stingers have a NORMAL kill probably of 0.48, and thats down to 0.24 with Flares and counter measures, and a range of around 4,800 meters max.

OOC: Looking good then. I'll just tighten up my current patterns and get on that stuff.
IC:
Captain Aaron Ellington dove away from the Stratotanker now that the last of the transports were safely refuelled. Four were carrying 105mm pack guns, and two more were laden with two humvees each as tractors for them; those looped around to make another approach to the airport, where friendly forces were regaining fire superiority for the (tenuous) moment.
The 6 others, however, fanned out towards Nadi and the surrounds with the other half of each of the three companies that hadn't managed to land. It was risky going, fighting this spread out from the main friendlies in downtown Suva. Then Again, do we really have a choice? The initiative had to be kept in friendly hands, or the airhead would fail to link up with the rebel holdings and both would be slowly crushed. "Hey Red Sky!" Aaron called the AWACS in charge as he leveled out below 60 meters height at just under Mach 1. "Give me some action here! I've got more lovin' where the last bunch came from and you're standing me up already?" He ignored 2nd Lt. Melanie Downdridge's grunts, which clearly were not from the G forces the dive had incurred. She was a "geek girl" to the end, apparently.
"Roger Flame One." Only the AWACS chief was worse, paying no heed at all to Ellington's ribaldry. "You and Flame Two..." Pilot 1st Lt. Asok Chindhwalee and WSO 2nd Lt. Turong Seratho, respectively from the Eastern and Western halves of a New Guinea now reunified under the Cubanesque "Morning Star Flag," were Aaron's wingmen for this sortie. "...Are to split targets. Flame One will interdict a bridge north of Lautoka which would guard the rebel enclave's left flank and the airport, while Two will strike a similar bridge north of Nausori on the other side of the island; thus cutting Viti Levu's main ring highway and leaving both Suva and the airport on our side until the situation on the far side becomes clearer. Understood?"
"Roger, Red Sky." The Indian professionally acknowledged his orders and banked hard to the southeast, away from his lead for the next few minutes at least. Hmm. I don't like this one bit. I'll do it of course, but when they have to split your flight up to either side of the combat area to get things done, you officially KNOW it's bad...
"Roger that. Can see the IP now..." Aaron saw the riverbank occupied by retreating insurgents as a column of RFMF on foot sure took its time about prusuing them. He could guess why. "Am rolling in armstrong."
"CO, break!" Melanie just did the other part of a WSO's job: watching her pilot's backside. "Grail inbound, drop flares!"
"UGHH!" Aaron wrenched his Eagle into a full 8g break before realizing the missile was going far too wide to be worrisome, considering the Eagle's treetop height and now-supersonic speed. "Wow! Was that a...?" He thought he saw the missile in question before it self-destructed, but he couldn't believe it nonetheless. Surely these guys can throw better than that up at us...
"Yep. Blowpipe." Melanie was all business now. She wasn't going to indulge her pilot's sense of chivalry more than necessary. "I'm getting some Rapier search radars on my RHAW gear, but so far no tracks." In any case, the nearest of these was fully half out of range to deal with a target this low and fast. "Weapons are hot and SATCOM is on," she said as he rolled in from the north, aiming to smash the bridge with six well-placed 1000lb JDAMs. To think the Americans still let us use their satellites... Melanie stopped that thought at once. Best not to jinx things NOW, of all times. "We are five-by for laydown."
"Sierra...!" Aaron punched his afterburners as he made a fast and level laydown of the bombs this time, figuring a popup would be giving way too many Rapiers and Blowpipes a fair shake. Although he couldn't tell if the RFMF infantry were still pursuing or had even been affected yet, the bridge was soon another matter as the six satellite-guided bombs struck home and sent the span tumbling into the crystal waters below.
"HOTEL!!" Success; now if only the Rangers' bit could be half as easy. Why do I get such an especially BAD feeling looking down at that RFMF infantry, I wonder? Aaron suppressed that feeling as he pulled up to escort the 6 Hercules as they opened their doors, mere seconds to go before the Rangers inside dropped in some miles behind that bunch of bad customers to bring their own 'special charm' to the table...

Airport

The noose was closing on the airport. Several more companies had trickled in, and RPG fire was now being concentrated on those on the tarmac and the tower and hangers. Several MG nests had been annihilated, but others were being established in brush to allow for interlocking fields of fire across the open airport ground, while the Fijians had the advantage of cover through their trench and local brush and bushes.
The damage was starting to mount a little, but reinforcements were coming in...without help, the minutes were limited for the insurgents inside the airport.

En Route

Sitiveni had encountered a "stumbling block" that at the same time would provide a bit of fun. Some insurgents had bunkered down in an abandoned hotel-and it was time to root them out.

"Standard procedure," Sitiveni told his now twenty men with him, "we'll drive them from their rat hole."

Approaching the door, Sitiveni nodded to another man. The Fijian approached the door-and promptly kicked it down. Just as promptly, a rapid-fire burst of MG shots slammed into the man's chest, blowing him off the steps to the hotel's frontal enterance. Sitiveni was planning for this though-as the man took his taxes to Hell, the Fiji commander lobbed in two fragementation grenades through the now-open door, backing to outside the door as the grenades went off quickly in sucession.

Airport
Master Sergeant McGuffin was officially sick and tired of this seesawing firefight. Shouting over the radio at the gun-laden transports as her series' attached M240G GPMGs joined its M249 SAWs in retaliation for the latest swing in the loyalists' favor. "Listen! Get those guns out NOW and open direct fire against whatever enemy positions you even smell much less see, capiche? The rebels are getting whacked and we can't hold this place alone." Not waiting for the pilot's response since she knew the Captain, now on the ground and conferring with Ballu Khan (assuming he was still alive to confer with), wouldn't let the zoomie pull rank on her, she loosed her own AT-4 at a particularly annoying RFMF MG nest. "Let's go men, around the back via whatever cover you can get. We're taking this to the enemy like we should've from the beginning." They crept away orderly under their own covering fire, disengaging as best as possible considering the situation...
Getting as far away from the transports as possible, the M56 pack howitzer crews began to set up under the cover of the other landed series' massed supporting fires. Within minutes, the first 105mm shells were on their way towards the suspected enemy positions, orders being to fire as fast as the barrels would safely permit. MSgt. McGuffin's own Captain, and her Battalion CO now on the ground as well, would hopefully get any similar rebel guns in the area to join in soon and pin the RFMF down from both sides.
Broadly East of Lautoka and Nadi, in support of the International Airport fighting...
Then the Rangers would press in for the kill. Of course, it always comes to this. Before joining the 3rd Ranger Battalion, I Airborne Corps of the Wagdoggie Red Army, Captain Suryavodha Ruthri had served in 2/RPIR before the Indonesian invasion of New Guinea had prompted the regiment to join with the socialist rebels on Bougainville and the Free Papua Movement to evict Jakarta's lackeys from the island once and for all. Fine. So be it. We shall adapt, and prevail in our objective regarless... This operation had been intended to go similarly to the Revolution so seemingly long ago, but apparently Fate had other ideas this time around. Oh well, lucky breaks like what Wagdog had gotten against Indonesia really did only come once after all.
Spying a hotel where some RFMF infantry were engaged in a clearing attack, Captain Ruthri silently instructed his men, with the appropriate hand signals to set up four M240 positions and pin down the enemy across an approximately 160-degree angle. That being done, he motioned the remainder of his sole attached series under Master Sergeant David Rainier to follow him in a flank attack following the riverbank near the destroyed bridge. Best to give the enemy the illusion of retreat; before it is snatched away most violently... The machine guns would open fire the instant the Fijian infantry showed signs of reacting to his maneuver; or alternatively as soon as his men opened fire on them first in an overwhelming assault.
Within minutes, Red Army soldiers both crept towards the hotel and took aim at it over steadied sights. The sounds of bombs from Air Interdiction strikes could be heard from all around the island. Meanwhile, two Los Angeles class subs at last took station at the edge of Fiji's exclusive economic zone, awaiting only word of targets for their loaded and armed Tomahawk cruise missiles...

Airport

Khan's machine gunner was killed, blown to pieces by an RPG that had punctured the flimsy walls of the control tower. He was out of ammunition anyway. The rebels had been forced to retreat from the main gait, out of the line of fire from the MG nests and RPG launchers. They took up positions in a built up line of hangars and waited for any Fijians to show themselves.

However, the Fijian Army were underestimating the power of artillery. A forward co-ordination officer had taken up a well concealed position under an empty oil tank, and was on the radio to the three artillery guns in Savu.

"Grid, 503893, HE, fire for test."

And artillery shell came slamming down fifty meters in front of the enemy concentration of RPG's.

"Aim up fifty, HE, fire for test."

A shell this time hit smack in the middle of the bush from which so much fire had been drawn.

"Aim perfect, fire for effect, area fire."

Now, at a rate of six rounds a minute from three guns, the enemy outside the front gate and generally in the area of the bush around the airport were being pounded at a round every three seconds. HE shells impacted with their full 105mm brunt. HE-FRAG shell's came apart before impact, spreading their deadly sub-munitions over a 25m radius. The Fire Controller smiled greatly.

Meanwhile, fifteen or so Rebels were moving round the side of the airport on their stomach's to avoid detection. They planned to out-flank the enemy, who of course had no reason to know they were there.

The Convoy

The convoy had reached the destroyed bridge, where it was taking up defensive positions, waiting for any relief convoy that didn't yet know the bridge was out. The tanks dug in to hull-down positions, only their turrets showing, and men fanned out, setting up nests and the like around the area. Various Sapper's were already setting up a small minefield on and around the approaching road, and various LAW nests were also being set up in the overlooking bush.

The Hotel

The grenades went off quickly, ripping the stairwell of the hotel to shreds. The machine gunner died instantly, and his assistant's arm was perforated in fragments. He screamed and run up the stairs. At the next level, young Ishbal Farij knew this would come. However, he was grinning. They had leaft a series of surprises for the Fijians down-stairs, both obvious and not so obvious.

OOC:

Just to let you know, you can't really bring in reinforcements for the airport, one of the bridges is kind of out. There is a longer way round, which is now heavily defended.

OOC: Well, no more reinforcements now.

IC:

Airport

The shells from the artillery slammed down near and on loyalist positions, blowing bodies and body parts high into the sky, painting a myriad spattered red cutscene across the loyalist positions.

"Let's relocate," the order shot down the trenches to the men assembled, as shells came down.

The companies moved down through the scrub and camoflauging flora as artillery rained down on former positions, further destroying positions and blasted equipment.

"Let's get innovative. Phosperous."

Into RPGs went several outdated, yet highly effective weapon rounds-white phosperous, a potent weapon utilized throughout WW2 and still deadly on contact even in this day, though not as potent. However, it'd come as enough of a shock to the defenders to buy time for the loyalists to bunker down in new positions and assume better placement for taking back the fight.
The RPGs fired loose from the wild, the shells slamming forth from the launchers towards visable enemies.

Hotel

"Let's go, get in there, two of you," ordered Sitiveni. Though he was no major military man, he knew tactics-and he wanted the building surrounded. "The rest of you, come with me. We'll take the back entrance."

The other Fijians, with Sitiveni, ran around the back of the building, kicking in the door but finding no resistance.

"RPG on the top level," Arvani ordered.

One of the men, taking out his portale rocket launcher, fired a round directly through the open window of the Hotel's fifth level, the explosive shooting yellow and red flames and debris out of the construct.
The two men around front who had gone in had found nothing, and began to advance towards the stair case. Behind the building, the crew remained quiet and spread out.

Airport Perimeter
"RPGs!" Staff Sergeant Ratha Tukarno bellowed out the alert just before the rockets impacted around, and upon his soldiers in the series' very point squad. The other units in the series, two depleted platoons of two sections of two squads each, all hit dirt; only one squad out of 12 total being intact after the airport debacle. Now that whole previously-lucky unit was screaming as the White Phosphorous smoke rounds began to burn, every one of the 11 in the squad hit in one way or another. Tukarno seemed particularly badly hit.
Willie Pete? Master Sergeant Rose McGuffin gaped for an instant in horror at the latest RFMF brutality, her close-cropped red hair framing a pixie face and gymnast's frame both grown haggard by endless hours of fighting. I thought these were British-trained soldiers here? Well... Her composure and cynicism rapidly returned, ...this will at least make the news anchors' jobs easier. Although not formally a war crime, use of WP munitions against personnel could be construed as such by those on the receiving end, if for naught other than propaganda reasons.
No matter; it was "killin' time" now. "Skirmishers! Second Platoon; advance in column, right flank and pursue! Link up with any rebel patrols you find; rout the enemy with extreme prejudice!" MSgt. McGuffin sensed that the WP fire was to cover a retreat by the RFMF. "First Platoon, hold position! MEDIC TO THE FRONT!" First squad had to be tended above all else; in pursuit, generally a platoon was enough even against a full company three or four times their size. The pressure had to be kept on, everything depended on chasing the Loyalists as far from the airport and into as much bloody disarray as possible. Being assault infantry, the Airborne Rangers were by definition tasked with just such 'direct action.'
Getting her series' HQ Section radioman back near her, MSgt. Rose communicated to the full gun series and Battalion HQ now safely landed at the airport. "Mayday, Mayday! This is One-Alpha-Two-I Lead, in heavy pursuit against RFMF elements estimated company, possible battalion remnants strong. Need HE; Grid 504894, fire for test!" The M56 105mm artillery rounds zoomed above seconds later as the series took cover, impacting 25 meters ahead of the vaguely glimpsed retreating enemy; enough to stun them at least.
Now or never, girl! Her First Platoon was already firing into the RFMF body despite not having time to completely outflank them. "Aim down 25, fire for test!" This time the HE shell landed dead in the middle of the enemy formation, Rose not able to assess casualties as she took cover. The rifle and machine gun fire incoming on them, however, most likely couldn't be good for the retreating loyalists. "Aim perfect! Now HE-FRAG; FIRE FOR EFFECT ALREADY!" She ducked with her radioman into their makeshift foxhole of the ones every soldier in First Platoon and her own HQ Section had dug, as the first of the feared submunition rounds arced in on the pinned Fijian Loyalist infantry...
With luck, this little pursuit could grow as the last remnants of Wagdog's three airborne Ranger battalions dropped in during the next few hours; to link with the rebels in Viti Levu's other main cities and move out. That done, and with assault crossings north suitably organized, the Loyalists would be in enough of a position that surrender would be most advisable. Unless of course they were looking for a deathmatch somehow...
Hotel
Captain Ruthri noticed the situation at the hotel, summoned his Company HQ Platoon radioman and made several terse commands to the GPMG and SMAW fireteams enfilading the hotel. "Enemy assaulting friendlies holed up in a hotel. Hotel is friendly; repeat, hotel is friendly. Fire low and for effect with appropriate munitions." Ball and High Explosive Dual Purpose in this case, respectively for the M240G machine guns and Mk.153 SMAW rocket launchers. "We'll continue flanking south to counter enemy envelopment of hotel. Captain out." That said, he motioned his men to move in double-quick time as they galloped to strike the RFMF at the back before they took shelter in the devastated hotel. Why do I sense something of... Destiny... about this fight? Is it not just another skirmish for an old soldier? Captain Suryavodha Ruthri, one of many Indians who'd lived in eastern New Guinea since the British Imperial days, sensed otherwise most palpably...

Airport

The WP rockets turned the hangars into the equivalent of dante's inferno. Screaming, writhing bodies, whole building sup in fire. One fuel dump went up like a roman candle, taking out what remained of the control tower.

Khan had been hiding under a fuel tank at the time and should be dead. A WP RPG had screamed into his position, but its aged fuse had failed to detonate, sending it screaming skywards. The other hadn't been so lucky. Around twelve of his followers remained, some burned in some way or another. The unfortunate others lay smoldering in the long grass. He was enraged.

The volley of rocket fire drew a withering torrent of return fire from the rebels, who used fire and maneuver to re-assault the enemy position. They would go down fighting. Each man covered the other, laying down a sheet of covering fire, retaking up positions around the flaming control building.

The small team that had been sent to flank the enemy was in perfect position now. The RPG's had just expended their ammo and would have to reload again to be effective, and now the team was right behind the enemys retreat. As the Fijian Army figures turned to move to better cover, the team pumped out round upon round of fire, with grenades and rocket fire to supplement this. The commander called in fire fire support on the enemy right in front.

"Battery 019, FIRE FOR EFFECT, GRID 607288919!"

The artillery shells began streaming in over their heads. The enemy would not be allowed to withdraw.

Hotel

The RPG screamed in the window, ricoched off the roof due to a shallow launch angle (it would be, if he'd fired in the top window with an accuracy) and smashed into the floor, blowing out some of the aging floorboards and scaring the crap out of the men deployed to the top level. However, no-one was hurt (RPG's aren't meant for anti-personnel fire, they are meant to penetrate armour - or floorboards).

SMASH

Everyone in the building is deafened. One of the figures down stairs had stepped on a floorboard, under which was a extra pressure sensor rigged to a L9185A Heavy Anti Tank Mine. The explosion ripped out the stairwell, blow up all the floorboards in the front entrance and the explosion fountained debris out the entrance into the glaring sunlight.

And unbeknown to the attackers, the back entrance was rigged with another booby trap - not identical, but just as deadly. (These guys are of the Ex-Fijian Special Forces - they hate the government, caused an uprising in 2001 and generally would be this good). The sound of automatic weapons outside sounded promising as well....

The Bridge

"Wagdog Liason, priority red. Require paradrop to cut off the Fijian Army retreat. Will link up with armoured 1st Battalion Columns. Understand?"

*Snip*
The Bridge

"Wagdog Liason, priority red. Require paradrop to cut off the Fijian Army retreat. Will link up with armoured 1st Battalion Columns. Understand?"
2nd/I Airborne Corps Air Liaison Officer Captain Mark Gentilo heard the rebel communication, and responded. "Roger. We read you five-by. 2nd Battalion remnant companies..." A Coy 2/I Airborne being deployed at the airport as the Battalion Ready Company at the time the deployment began, along with its own four M56 pack howitzers landed earlier and the other battalions' heavy weapons as well now. "Bravo and Charlie, will airdrop in the Suva/Nausori area north of retreating RFMF column, cut off enemy and link with 1st Battalion columns. Over and out."
That done, Capt. Gentilo bounded some meters ovfer to the Battalion Executive Officer, Staff Captain Geraldo Martinez, crouched with a crew from the HQ's Machine Gun Series of 4 M2 .50cals, himmself manning an ex-USMC M14 Designated Marksman's rifle 'borrowed' from its deceased owner. "Sir," the Air Liaison Officer said. "That rebel request is handled sir. I think we're gonna be raising a flag here soon!"
"GOOD!" He shouted to rise over the reports from the machine guns and his rifle as he picked off yet another RPG gunner, and as they laid down what suppressive fire they could. "It's about time things started moving again after all this..."
Meanwhile, more orders were issued for 1/I Airborne Corps to drop north of Lautoka and link up with the rebel 2nd Battalion; ideally closing in on the Nationalists from all sides and establishing an airhead beyond the destroyed bridge in contested northern Viti Levu. Without a doubt, the endgame was approaching...

OOC: Essentially, Kazkahstania, here's how I'm deployed. Alpha Company 2/I Airborne is at the airport as the garrison, backed by all the other battalions' combined heavy gear crews to defend the air-landing ops. The infantry of 3/I Airborne are scattered northeast of Nadi and south of Lautoka blocking Sitiveni's men. 1/I Airborne, as well as Bravo and Charlie Companies of 2/I Airborne, are deploying (respectively) to Lautoka and Suva/Nausori to link up with your guys in those areas.
What's the state of 4th Battalion on Vanau Levu? Would a few submunition Tomahawks stun them enough for the locals to have a chance against them?

OOC:

Not a chance, its a full strength battalion, spread out at roadblocks and strong points across the city. It would severely weaken them, but a lightly armed populace would probably be taken out by an organised Army force.

Green Berets?

OOC:

Not a chance, its a full strength battalion, spread out at roadblocks and strong points across the city. It would severely weaken them, but a lightly armed populace would probably be taken out by an organised Army force.

Green Berets?
OOC: Hmm... I'd been thinking about this. My LA's can technically deploy them, but as of now my Marine Corps is the only real maritime spec ops I've got since they're closer to the British Royal Marines despite their USMC styling. If I postulate a "Force Recon" company for each of the three Commandos, then I can technically deploy small platoons (2 officers and 14 NCOs) of these on each of the two subs, deliver them piecemeal by SDV to Vanau Levu, and have them wreak some havoc in combination with the locals.
However, the support would need to be by B-1B Lancers instead, since I have to ask all of us to IGNORE my bit about the Tomahawks back there.:headbang: It turns out my subs are old-type LA's, without the added tubes. Unless there's a SLAM-ER or such version for Sub Harpoon I'm stuck with bombers (geez, how spoiled is that eh?:p). Can SLAM or SLAM-ER be fired from a torpedo-tube capsule as an improvised cruise missile capability?

Yeah, I'd say about 12 each?

LA's can carry them and launch them via torpedo tube I think. The Israeli's certainly did it in Lebanon not long ago.

Anyway, yeah, those Green Beret's would be of great help. And any Air Support is good air support. Personally, I think B-1B's are the shizzle, anyway.

Yeah, I'd say about 12 each?

LA's can carry them and launch them via torpedo tube I think. The Israeli's certainly did it in Lebanon not long ago.

Anyway, yeah, those Green Beret's would be of great help. And any Air Support is good air support. Personally, I think B-1B's are the shizzle, anyway.
OOC: OK.;) Some "Sub SLAM-ERs" are on their way, plus 6 B-1Bs stuffed with JDAMs and two platoons of my Marine Force Recon guys (32 total, with 32 more in two reserve platoons for a second landing.). I might also be able to jury-rig a Guam>Port Moresby>New Caledonia>Vanau Levu heliborne deployment of some regular Marines by MH-60S Knighthawks with KC-130 tanker support, but that'll be for securing whatever the recondos and locals capture since the trip'll be brutal for sure. Let me know about that since I'll send the KCs to Guam first before anything.
IC: The waters 125 miles West of Vanau Levu broke as 24 SLAM-ER cruise missiles, 12 from each of Wagdog's two Los Angeles Class nuclear-powered attack subs, UWS City of Tailville DR and UWS Port Moresby, lifted away towards their selected targets on the other Fijian main island. Indicated by rebel intelligence, the missiles began their terminal runs some 20-30 minutes later at their designated targets. 24 scattered 4 RFMF bunkers were marked for destruction at the hands of titanium-cased, penetrating blast warheads. All of this courtesy of the US Navy's former arsenal, air and port facilities on Guam; now Wagdog's military 'ace in the hole' by far...
Meanwhile, the submarines' other relevant capabilities were brought to bear on Vanau Levu some 30 minutes later, as 32 Wagdoggie Red Banner Marine Corps combat swimmers, one platoon each from 1st and 2nd Force Recon Companies, waded ashore from their SEAL Delivery Vehicle submersibles. These returned to pick up the remaining halves of their respective companies, each one 32-man series of two 16-man platoons strong, as the commandos moved inland to link up with the insurgents hopefully keeping the RFMF 4th Battalion confused and pinned down. Already the six B-1B Lancers requested by the rebels as air support were lining up on their initial points, JDAM satellite-guided bombs aimed to overlap with and expand upon the SLAM-ER strikes. In short, more firepower than most whole countries could dispose of was being brought to bear against one standard Commonwealth-pattern light infantry battalion, garrisoned all by its lonesome on an isolated Pacific island...

OOC:

Yeah, I'll hold on until Amazonian Beasts posts again. If not by tommorow, I'll post for him. Alright?

OOC:

Yeah, I'll hold on until Amazonian Beasts posts again. If not by tommorow, I'll post for him. Alright?
OOC: Well, he's been around so I think he should post soon; I've seen him around in some other RPs IIRC. I'd suggest getting your bit in anyway as before, setting up actions on both Viti Levu and Vanau Levu to keep the initiative more firmly in our hands again. If it comes to that, TG and PM him first and wait a few more hours before winging it. Sorry to sound paranoid, but I really want to keep to RP protocol as much as possible since this RP's supposed to show the n00bs joining TPE (and we've both seen them recently:rolleyes:) how it's done better.
The SLAM-ER strikes were the signal for the locals, organized into armed detachments by the United People's Party and Fijian Labour Party, to attack the stunned 4 RFMF garrison and (above all) wreak absolutely as much mayhem as possible to cover the Recon Marines landing. Once the recondos meet up with you via forced march inland (their training standards are close to the USMC Force Recon's, so it shouldn't take too long), they'll be under your command OK? You can RP the linkup and their actions without any complaint on my part (Do check out what I put in my factbooks about ranks first though, since we're pretty unique), and we can 'relieve' 4 RFMF of its duties.;) After all, how many light battalions do you know of that would be in Sitiveni ("supreme badass") Armati's unflappable condition after a magnum JDAM strike by 6 "Bones" (As in "B-Ones")?
I'll RP a bit in this one so that the heliborne reinforcements are on their way. Are there any airstrips on Vanau that can take a C-130H? If so, I can divert a few to land No.2 Commando Landng Team's heavy gear (4 more M56 Howitzers/'Infantry Guns,' .50 cal Humvees, Javelin-Humvees, the works baby!:cool:) after the Army CH-53Es and Marine KC-130s get 2CLT's 1200 soldiers on the ground; you can RP linking up with them after I RP their insertion, and apportion them as you need them. More regular infantry are also landing on Viti Levu (I should have my full Airborne Corps, really a gussied-up Regiment, either in place at the airport or dropped where you asked), inbetween supply landings to free up the Airborne Rangers for what they can do best: pursuit and assault. My post after this should ideally handle things there depending on how resilient Sitiveni proves. Anyway, enough yakkin' from me. Here goes...

IC: The Red Army airbase nearest Port Moresby was atwitter with activity for this, Wagdog's most "joint" operation yet. 1200 marines of No.2 Commando Landing Team were to board Red Army Air Force CH-53E Super Stallion helicopters, 50 marines per, and proceed to New Caledonia escorted by 12 Red Banner Marine Corps KC-130H Hercules tankers of the VMGR(T)-HQ headquarters squadron. There, Red Army Air Force F-15E Strike Eagles, KC-135R Stratotankers, C-130H Hercules, an E-3B Sentry AWACS, and more still in supplies were in place to support yet another mission for the history books: the longest-range heliborne marine assault in history; against their lucky soon-to-be hosts, 4 RFMF on Vanau Levu...

OOC: Sorry 'bout the wait. Sorta forgot about the TPE RPs after I waited on posting a day.

IC:

Hotel

The automatic fire from the Wagdoggie troops took the Fijians off their initial gameplan from behind the building.

"Don't enter, we don't want to be stuck in a building if air support shows," Sitiveni replied. "Take cover near that garage unit over there. We'll concentrate fire."

Moving around the building, towards a small vehicle garage, the Fijians bunkered down, opening fire with rifles and rocket weaponry on locations of enemy fire.

Airport

The shells screamed down on the Fijian lines, blowing bodies skyward, Satan himself coming down to smite the sins. Apollo had struck with his arrows, casting down the evildoers to the fiery pits of Tarturus. As the smoke from the attack lifted, and the charge of the Wagdoggie troops ensuing, the Fijians had another plan-they weren't totally out of the game just yet for the airport.

"Move back to the mid trenches," came the order down the loyalist lines.

The Fijians raced at top speeds, shooting occasionally back but creating the impression of an uncoordinated retreat-which, apparently, the Wagdoggie troops had bought, as they kept pursuing-right where the Fijians wanted them.

"Open fire, all mid-reserves," came the order down the Mid Trench, the second of the series.

The loyalist troops dove feetfirst into the Mid-Trench, immediately followed by a salvo of sniper fire blasting out from the trench. One Fijian had failed to make it to the trench, and was intercepted by friendly fire-the bullet blowing his head in two pieces. The rest of the fire streamed out at the pursuing Wagdoggie troops, as normal automatic fire became slamming out at the pursuers.

Loyalist Bunkers across Fiji

The SLAM Tomahawks screamed towards the bunkers indicated by the resistance. For the most part, the Indians had been correct in their assumptions and predictions of locales-eighteen of the targets were actually military bunkers. The last six happened to be civilian apartment buildings. The cruise missiles bore in like hawks from the divine above, predators pursuing prey. The eighteen bunkers were no match for the missiles, fire shooting up as men burned or were instantly incinerated by the blasts.
The civilian apartments were no better. The missiles careened into their bases, shooting fire out for dozens of meters. Cars around flipped in the roiling inferno created, civilians shot outward like rag dolls as cement and steel twisted and broke apart.

OOC: Well that solves that problem.

IC:

Hotel

The danger was over for now. The men still in the hotel reloaded their weapons and moved to the windows and any gaps in the tattered walls of the hotel, and began firing on the troops in the garage. One pulled out a laser designator and "sparkled" the target, sending a clear signal to any Fighter-Bombers within range.

Airport

The Fijians had seemingly fired on the Army and not been noticed, and now were completely behind the enemies trenches. The moved forwards using fire and maneuver, moving tacticully straight towards the enemies rear and firing on them. Artillery was killed in on the new trenches, as per usual.

*******

Continued tommorow.

Hotel

The fire qas quickly picked up as several shots burrowed into the man next to Sitiveni, blasting his brain out his skull and splattering its purplish-gray mass over the concrete drive. Sitiveni dove for further cover, before giving additional orders.

"I want suppressive fire temporarily on the upper windows, combined with sniper action. The rest continue on previous orders."

Two machine guns opened up on the higher windows of the hotel from where the shots were coming from, bullets pumping out liek angry bees. Several snipers had assumed dense cover, shooting accurate shots at intervals at what they assumed to be hostiles.

Airport Campaign

"To the rear, combatants," came the words down the trench as preliminary fire from the rebels came up. Artillery was sparse as the barrage was only just beginning again, and was inaccurate at best. Several men fell to the fire from the rear before suppressive fire went up as the Fijian rebels moved in, mowing across their line when they showed themselves.

OOC: No prob Amazonian. We're going to have to backdate when referring to this in other TPE RPs anyway, since the simple logistics involved here prevent this being months ongoing. Any idea how long ICly this fighting seems like to you? I just avoid reference to it or say the situation's unclear whenever Fiji comes up in other stuff because of this, until it's done however that happens.
Kaz', I'll let you handle the fallout from the civilian targets when you RP the linkup OK? I won't pretend it's going to make my marines' jobs easier. Let me know if/when you have an airstrip secured, so they can move out while the support weapon crews land and not get caught stationary like before at the airport.

IC:
Hotel 1st Lieuteanant Asok Chindhwalee and his ethnic-Bahasa WSO, 2nd Lieutenant Turong Suratho, noticed the laser designator from friendlies in the hotel on this latest sortie, having rearmed at New Caledonia before returning. Praise be that we should be so appropriately armed for this occasion after all. The campaign was already reserving JDAMs for the more important targets now, both out of lower need and Wagdog's limited (if extant at least, thanks to extensive technical piracy) capacity to produce American munitions to replace those used up already. Conservation was already the order of the day, and becoming more so each passing day.
Rolling in with the hotel as the IP, Suratho indicated "Laser on. Bunker Busters armed. Flame Two armstrong." It was officially showtime.
"Roger that." Red Sky One's authorization was entirely perfunctory now, initiative and 'targets of opportunity' being the order of the day. "Flame Two you are cleared in hot!"
"Roger that. Flame two... PICKLE! URGHHH!!" Chindhwalee released the two 5000-lb. laser-guided bombs from a zoom climb, they arcing towards the garage to home in as best as possible on the erratic lasing caused by what he could only surmise was enemy supressive fire, then grunted from the G-forces pulled as the Strike Eagle looped over and zoomed clear of the blast radius on full 'burner...

Airport
Master Sergeant Rose McGuffin had taken cover behind a shellhole; only sensible, having taken a flesh wound from a grazing 5.56mm M16 round of the RFMF's. But she emphatically was not giving up. "Counterfire!" Her command section and the entire Second Platoon of First Series, Alpha 2nd/I Airborne were not going to stop until the RFMF had been overrun, but neither were they going to act all stupid now either. The enemy had tipped their hand. This is why I kept First Platoon around even if covering their own wounded. They returned the enemy favor with their own automatic and rocket fire as always...
She then got on her HQ Section squawk box again, the radioman being in the foxhole with her, and radioed one terse series of commands. "First Platoon, Second Section, advance in column; left flank and pursue! Second Platoon, Second Section, right flank and assault! First Section, hold center and continue fire; emergency fire!! Two-I InfArty HE-FRAG at coordinates..." She indicating the suspected line of enemy retreat, aiming to push them into a deathtrap. "...Fire for test, correct as needed by my observation and fire for effect."
She then sucked up her pain as she grabbed the carbine lifted from the long-dead Air Liaison and crawled with the radioman in trail to where her right flank assault seemed to be going out from. Hopefully this could take some heat off the advancing rebel troops as well as continue the pursuit. She wondered about what other support might be on its way. Come on; now's no time to be getting maxed out...

25 Nautical Miles West of Vanau Levu
To an outside observer, including an 'embedded' Wagdoggie Internationalist Broadcasting Corporation reporter specifically brought along for that purpose, the formation closing on the other Fijian island was nothing short of epic. 24 CH-53E Super Stallion Helicopters bearing 50 psyched marine commandos each, having been multiple-refuelled already by 12 KC-130Hs after a many-hop journey from Port Moresby to New Caledonia, and thence to here before landing on Vanau Levu, closed in on the island with an escort of some 12 more F-15E Strike Eagles refuelled by 4 KC-135R Stratotankers to provide immediate air support if necessary. Before long, all parts of Fiji would be under assault by the Wagdog/Rebel coalition...