NationStates Jolt Archive

Area 52

To spies who happen to be standing outside of the fence along Route 119 alongside Area 52, or even satellites.. it would seem that each and every day Blub Army tanks rolled across the landscape. Puffs of smoke errupted from barrels now and then, and thermal imaging showed engine-like heat sources.

Easton Harbor

In the highly restricted military port of Easton, much activity had been taking place recently. The newly-expanded and massive fleet sat quietly at concealed piers dug directly out under the mountain that formed part of the Blubland east coast.

A massive network of tunnels, bunkers and chambers sprawled through the heart of the Easton Mountains. Huge, multi-level storage rooms were home to many divisions worth of tanks. Brand new M1, M4, Leopard and Challenger tanks were lined up in perfect rows. Just waiting for the time to come. APCs and IFVs were undergoing a last minute checkup while several floors up, closer to ground level, wing upon wing of aircraft were being prepped.

Easton Military Command
General Fluffle had been flown to Easton himself for final preperations of his latest strategy. Fluffle was confident. Months had gone into the planning and logistics to the point that things were simplified to the most basic level possible within a military organization. The gun was being loaded now, and tommorow the trigger would be pulled.

In the Flipnoc Memorial Ampitheatre, many Blub sailors, airmen, marines and soldiers stood waiting. Drapped across the back of the stage was a massive, 100 foot wide and 70 foot tall flag of the Blub Empire.

A voice shouted across the ampitheatre, "Atten'shun!" The Blubs present stood rigid.

Loudspeakers began to play the Blub Military Anthem. And a moment later, a Blub wearing a formal uniform, massively decorated with commendations took the stage. He also wore his M1 tactical helmet and had a determined look in his eyes.

General Fluffle glowered out at the thousands gathered. "Be seated." And they did so. He spent a moment looking at the soldiers proudly. Then.. he spoke, voice amplified on a microphone clipped to his collar. The loudspeakers all across Easton Command broadcast it throughout the mountain.

"Gentlemen. Ladies. All of this stuff you heard about peace with Hataria was a load of horse dung. We agreed only to leave Hong Kong alone for as long as we were not at war. Blubs traditionally love to fight. All true Blubs enjoy the sting of battle. Blubs love a winner, and will not tolerate a loser. We play to win all the time. The very thought of losing is hateful to the Empire."

"Now. The military is a team. It eats, lives, sleeps, fights as a team. We have the finest food and equipment. The best spirit. The best Blubs in the world. You know.."

General Fluffle seemed almost ready to chuckle, shaking his head.

"My god.. I actually pity those poor bastards we're going up against. I really do. We're not just going to shoot them, we're going to cut out their living guts and use them to grease the treads of our tanks! We're gonna murder those lousey Hatarian bastards by the bushel!"

"The Hatarians are the enemy! Wade into them! Spill their blood! Shoot them in the belly! When you put your tentacle into a puddle of goo that was a moment before your best friend, you'll know what to do."

"I don't want to get any messages saying that we are holding a position. We're not holding anything, let the Hatarians do that. We are advancing constantly and we are not interested in holding onto anything except the enemy! We're gonna hold onto 'em and we're gonna kick him in the ass! We're gonna hold onto him and we're gonna go through him like a bullet through butter!"

"Now, there's one thing that you'll be able to say when you get back home, and you'll thank god for it. Thirty years from now when you're sitting at the fireside when your grandchildren and they ask you what you did in the Hatarian war, you won't have to say 'Well I was a garbage man.'"

"And now.. you know how I feel. Remember Dee City. And I am proud to lead you all into battle any time. Anywhere."

Every chamber that had a Blub in it at Easton errupted in a battle roar. Blubs lept out of their chairs, eyes maddened with anger over the first Hatarian of attacks on civilians and the suprise assault on Dee Harbor. As the minutes wore on, the rage only continued to build. Frenzied, marines and army soldiers tasked to closing with the enemy on the beaches began to chant old Blub marching songs while sailors rushed to their ships for the final checks of equipment.

North-West Of French Polynesian Islands

Two days ago, the Blub Navy had left port. Compared to Operation Left Hand, this battle group was a titanium-clad metal fist aimed directly at the enemy's jaw.

Admiral Bungle stood on the bridge of the newly-cristened Republic, a Broadsword Class Super Battleship designed and constructed exclusively by the Blubs in secret at Easton.

Central Command

"General, all anti-satellite weaponry is online. YAL-1ABL Airborne Laser Missile Defense Systems are up. Khans are prepped. Skyshrine missiles are fueled. Taskforce Warlock has complete missile defenses extending to the South China Sea."

Taskforce Warlock

The Blubs, based on earlier experience with the Hatarians as well as joint training from No Endorse and Questers had learned quite a lot about organizing their naval power. The Taskforce was split up into several individual battlegroups which worked as a team. Carriers and troop transports were widely scattered, but generally safely protected behind walls of warships forming a protective ring around them.

No longer were Northamptons used to detect submarines, but instead hundreds of SH60 Seahawk helicopters fanned out all around the taskforce. They dipped acoustic listening devices, SONAR and METLAR equipment into the sea. Mounted on the sides of the Seahawks were anti-submarine torpedos, and their greater speed allowed them to range out much further from the fleet than the Northampton cruisers once used. Thus the anti-submarine net was sprawling and massive by comparison.

Jets were up with tanker craft escorts to make sure there was a constant BARCAP stretching out to two hundred miles. From the modified F-16BL to the advanced SuFB-8 Strike Phoenix, YF-35U/Z Silent Lightning Attackers and Su-37 Terminators that had been donated to Blubland, the sky was filled with a protective swarm of aircraft.

Early-warning AWAC and JSTAR aircraft were also up, watching the main coast of China as well as Indonesia for signs of the Hatarian pacific fleet. The Blubs suspected that Hataria's fleet might still be weakened from Operation Left Hand, as Hataria hadn't recieved nearly the level of international support that Blubland had. It was best to be cautious though.

Taskforce Warlock
Battleships
Broadsword Class: 1
Indomitable Class: 1
Dauntless Class: 9
Homeland Class: 10
Super Homeland Class: 10
Super Homeland Class Mod05: 40


Carriers
Kitty Hawk Class: 9
Nimitz: 2

Cruisers
Vendetta Class: 11
Indomitable Class: 19
Ticonderoga Class: 66

Destroyers
Woundwort Class: 30
Sandleford Class: 30
Arleigh Burke Class: 60 (Converted to Khan platforms)
Heisen Class: 105

Frigates
Whirlwind Class: 55
LaFayette Class: 15 (Converted to Khan platforms)

Submarines
Seawolf Class: 15
Ohio Class: 5

The air assets are unknown, since with tanker support, Blubland can provide more than just carrier-based craft for this particular fight. There are also landing craft and transports in abundance.

High overhead, in orbit, Axis Novan surveillance satellites track the formation of the large Blub fleet. Nothing is done about it... yet.

Blub Central Command

The Skyshrine system was also waiting. Over Blubland and between the fleet in the mid-pacific, airborne elements of Skyshrine were fully charged. The Blubs would not allow a repeat of the last satellite attacks. Indeed, to electronic monitoring.. the entirety of Blubland seemed a mass of static, a giant blur concealing activity.

Noting the radar distortions, and taking them in as data as well (along with the largest concentrations of jamming signatures), the satellite continues it's scans, using IR and optical modes as it's radar is proving to be useless.

The Hatarians were not sending any Fleet to engage The Bulbs. But had something else Planned.

One Hatarian Spy soon started heading for The Blub Prime Minister's Home with a white Flag Yelling "I Am a Defector!" so that The Blubs were to cach him.

The Hatarians were not sending any Fleet to engage The Bulbs. But had something else Planned.

One Hatarian Spy soon started heading for The Blub Prime Minister's Home with a white Flag Yelling "I Am a Defector!" so that The Blubs were to cach him.

OOC: No one knows where the PM's actual home is. You must be thinking the capital building, where his offices are at.

Blub security types wearing sunglasses watched the human approach the gates of the wall outside the Capital Building. The radio crackled, "One human approaching south tourist gate. Making a scene. Might be an Axis Nova trick. Take him down now. He could have a bomb."

As snipers took aim, a black SUV rolled up onto the sidewalk, screeching to a halt between the human and the gates. Blubs in body armor kept out, and zapped the human with tasers. Another aimed a Dog the Bounty Hunter type fire extinguisher of heavy duty, anti-bear mace at the human and sprayed his head down.

More body-armored security types began to handcuff him... while in the backround, Blub tourists were being shuffled back by more security. Several filmed the incident on hand helds and camera phones.

OOC: No one knows where the PM's actual home is. You must be thinking the capital building, where his offices are at.

Blub security types wearing sunglasses watched the human approach the gates of the wall outside the Capital Building. The radio crackled, "One human approaching south tourist gate. Making a scene. Might be an Axis Nova trick. Take him down now. He could have a bomb."

As snipers took aim, a black SUV rolled up onto the sidewalk, screeching to a halt between the human and the gates. Blubs in body armor kept out, and zapped the human with tasers. Another aimed a Dog the Bounty Hunter type fire extinguisher of heavy duty, anti-bear mace at the human and sprayed his head down.

More body-armored security types began to handcuff him... while in the backround, Blub tourists were being shuffled back by more security. Several filmed the incident on hand helds and camera phones.


They would find No Bombs, guns are any Weapons of any kind on him. They would Find a ID that said he was of The Ran-Yun (Hatarian Version of The CIA) and some Plans to some Base. He soon said "I Have Plans that you would like to know." and knowing That He would be need since The Plans were in Asakuan, a language of one of The Nomad Tribes in Northen Hataria.

About 1200 kilometers away from the Blub fleet, an Axis Novan airship fleet is gathering, preparing for it's mission. The 9th Fleet hasn't engaged an enemy blue-water fleet before, and Admiral Piper wants to be sure that everything is accounted for.

While the Blub fleet, at least what can be seen of it using long-range radar (which is a little spotty thanks to the jamming, though some of the HSDEADGEAR's waves are still providing info) and satellite, has numerical superiority, his own fleet has the advantage of greatly superior techology... for now, at least.

Four great carrier-class airships orbit, with a dozen more frigate-class vessels and three times that many corvettes in attendance, as well as a special detachement, specifically requested: two Merethyn-class gunships, kept well within the fleet's kilometers-wide air defenses. The UAVs from the carriers buzz to and fro on CAP missions... from all four carriers. It seems that these carriers, at least, have not been refitted to carry the Middleman attack drone purchased from Bretton.

As the Hatarian began to speak, a Blub stepped on his head, muffling the voice. That Blub examined the notes on said enemy base, scratching his head with a tentacle. "Some sorta foreign language. Hey.." He shook some of the bear mace off the papers. "Send this down to intelligence, check google.com for a translator."

Meanwhile, the Hatarian was tossed into the back of the SUV and driven off to somewhere seeeeeekretz.

Blub City Cinemax VII

The Hatarian spy would find himself tied down to a chair in one of the middle rows of seats at the movie theatre. A couple of Blubs sat to either side. One of them leaned over, "Okay. Tell us about why you're here. Otherwise.. we make you watch reruns of The View, with Rosie O'Donnell. Over.. and over.. and over.. and over."

As the Hatarian began to speak, a Blub stepped on his head, muffling the voice. That Blub examined the notes on said enemy base, scratching his head with a tentacle. "Some sorta foreign language. Hey.." He shook some of the bear mace off the papers. "Send this down to intelligence, check google.com for a translator."

Meanwhile, the Hatarian was tossed into the back of the SUV and driven off to somewhere seeeeeekretz.

Blub City Cinemax VII

The Hatarian spy would find himself tied down to a chair in one of the middle rows of seats at the movie theatre. A couple of Blubs sat to either side. One of them leaned over, "Okay. Tell us about why you're here. Otherwise.. we make you watch reruns of The View, with Rosie O'Donnell. Over.. and over.. and over.. and over."

"I am a Defector," he said. "I came to you with Plans of a Base in Southen China, Near Vetinam. It has all The Secerts about The Hatarian Fleet and tons of Weapons that will blast even The Automagfreek Army to nothing."

Blub City Cinemax VII

The two looked at each other. "There's a base.. near Vietnam that has secrets on the fleet? But.. if it's near Vietnam, how are we supposed to get ahold of it without going through the Hatarian fleet to begin with?" They rubbed their 'chins' thoughtfully. "Tell us about the security around this building. As well as its exact location."

Meanwhile..

Watching on CCTV, the head of the Blub Intelligence Service, or BIS shook his head. "It has to be a trick. Still.. we can't take the risk. We'll have to send in someone. But.. who." He thought long and hard and then.. "I'll send in 009. Jamis Blub. Our best secret agent."

Later that day..

At the Beijing National Airport in Hatarian-controlled China.. a single Blub would be mixed in the crowd getting off a flight arriving from Japan. This Blub was a handsome devil, and had a look of adventure about him. He wore a trench coat.. which dragged the ground, and carried a briefcase. On one tentacle was a fancy wristwatch.

After passing through security, Jamis Blub boarded a train for southern China.

OOC: Is this why I'm supposed to be proud of you? Good job!

Beginning 1024QKb Encryption...
Starting message...

To: The Blub Empire
From: Asgarnieu
Subject: Military

Greetings. We are pleased at how well you have planned and executed this operation. We wish to bestow your military with some surplus equipment we have. We are donating the following to your military:

-10,000,000 DR-83 Tactical Rifles
-1,000,000 AR-13G Assault Rifles
-2,000,000 AK-103 Assault Rifles
-5,000,000 MAR-30 Modern Assault Rifles
-10,000 NTW-20 Sniper Rifles (chambered in 14.5mm)
-25,000,000 Tier III Kevlar Vests
-22,000 Stand-Alone M203 Grenade Launchers
-15,000 RPG-29 Rocket Launchers
-26,500 AT-4 Rocket Launchers
-100,000 FGM-148 Javelin Top-Attack Missile Launchers
-26,000,000 FN Five-seveN 5.7x28mm Pistols

We are also willing to provide monitary support for your operation. If you need anything else, do not hesitate to request it. Good luck.

Respectfully,

Michael St. Aubin
Vice President of The United Democratic Empire of Asgarnieu

...END MESSAGE...

Corporate Headquarters, Julliman City One

The Board of Directors had now been in meeting for four hours, discussing the recent events of the Hatarian proclamation of the Asian Sphere. It was bad, as tasked to protect Corporate shipping assets such as the valuable oil tankers that kept the economy burning. As the news came through of the happenings in the Pacific it was decided to task in the Pacific Trade Protection force to be assigned to protect Jullimanese assets. An attack on the Hatarians would be done if it felt the company could make a profit from such operations, in this case the go ahead was given by the majority share holders, the plans were green for go, aid the Blub and destroy Hatarian forces that pose a threat to corporation shipping.


Corporate Pacific Protection Fleet

The Director Admiral Officer Ludwing received the telefax order from City One. Tearing it off the printer scanning it and then tossing it into the bin. On board the officer section of the Black Seahorse capital submarine was luxurious for Jullimanese vessel, fine interior designs most likely seized from some poor civilian ship. Though of old designs, they had been proven and the fleet was some of the newest less than two years old and armed to the teeth on its second month of deployment.

"Officer, order our ships to turn to the marked coordinates full speed ahead to the tanker convoy."

"Affirmative. All hands go to full speed!"

The ships turned to move at high speed, Jullimanese Death Marines saddled up for combat. It was just another day at the office to some, born to fight and paid to be brutal this was the life of the Corporation Defence Forces. Back in Julliman the Corporations air wing had been called on to provide possible support from TU-22M Tuplov bombers with their Kh-15A's designed to take out ships from long ranges and could carry nuclear warheads, which the Corporation had in the thousands what with their excellent uranium and nuclear weapon manufacturing base.

Julliman Corporation Pacific Trade Protection Fleet

* 2x Admiral Kuznetsov class Aircraft Carrier

* 12x Sovremenny class Guided Missile Destroyer

* 6x Kongo class Guided Missile Destroyer

* 6x Krivak class Guided Missile Frigate

* 4x Kirov class Nuclear-Powered Guided Missile Battlecruiser

* 2x Whidbey Island class Landing Ship Dock

* 8x Typhoon class Ballistic Missile Submarine

* 1x Black Seahorse Capital Submarine

Corporate Headquarters, Julliman City One

The Board of Directors had now been in meeting for four hours, discussing the recent events of the Hatarian proclamation of the Asian Sphere. It was bad, as tasked to protect Corporate shipping assets such as the valuable oil tankers that kept the economy burning. As the news came through of the happenings in the Pacific it was decided to task in the Pacific Trade Protection force to be assigned to protect Jullimanese assets. An attack on the Hatarians would be done if it felt the company could make a profit from such operations, in this case the go ahead was given by the majority share holders, the plans were green for go, aid the Blub and destroy Hatarian forces that pose a threat to corporation shipping.


Corporate Pacific Protection Fleet

The Director Admiral Officer Ludwing received the telefax order from City One. Tearing it off the printer scanning it and then tossing it into the bin. On board the officer section of the Black Seahorse capital submarine was luxurious for Jullimanese vessel, fine interior designs most likely seized from some poor civilian ship. Though of old designs, they had been proven and the fleet was some of the newest less than two years old and armed to the teeth on its second month of deployment.

"Officer, order our ships to turn to the marked coordinates full speed ahead to the tanker convoy."

"Affirmative. All hands go to full speed!"

The ships turned to move at high speed, Jullimanese Death Marines saddled up for combat. It was just another day at the office to some, born to fight and paid to be brutal this was the life of the Corporation Defence Forces. Back in Julliman the Corporations air wing had been called on to provide possible support from TU-22M Tuplov bombers with their Kh-15A's designed to take out ships from long ranges and could carry nuclear warheads, which the Corporation had in the thousands what with their excellent uranium and nuclear weapon manufacturing base.

Julliman Corporation Pacific Trade Protection Fleet

* 2x Admiral Kuznetsov class Aircraft Carrier

* 12x Sovremenny class Guided Missile Destroyer

* 6x Kongo class Guided Missile Destroyer

* 6x Krivak class Guided Missile Frigate

* 4x Kirov class Nuclear-Powered Guided Missile Battlecruiser

* 2x Whidbey Island class Landing Ship Dock

* 8x Typhoon class Ballistic Missile Submarine

* 1x Black Seahorse Capital Submarine


The Jullimanese were soon Going to wish The hadn't Picked a Fight with The Far Larger Hataria. Hataria had a Large Navy and knew how to use it. But Two Fleets were a Nightmare...........for the enemy.

The Hatarians were sending TWO Fleets against the Jullimanese Fleet, They were To Totaly Destroy it, No Prisoners.


First Fleet

4 Imperium Class SuperCarriers (with 120 RAGI-121 Naval Combat Fighters on Each Ship.)
20 Republic Class Destroyers
30 Ayanami Class Destroyers
20 Neherenia Class BattleDestroyers
30 Dead Moon Class battlecurisers
23 Gun-Ho Class Frigates
20 Duck Hunter Class Anti-Aircraft Frigates
40 Tangalee Class Attack Submarines
80 Market Class Fleet Tender
1 Angel Class Hospital Ship

Second Fleet

4 Black Lady Class Air Craft carriers (With 90 RAGI-17 Intercepters on Each Ship)
20 Empire Class Destroyer
18 Dark Water Class Battlecurisers
20 Sea Wolf Class Submarines
6 Oni Class Helicopter Carriers (with 90 Sea Hunter TG-78 Submarnine Warfare Helicopters on each.)

The Two Fleets sail From China and headed to engage The Juillmanese Fleet

"Sir, the Hatarians have mobilized two fleets against Julliman. What should we do now?" inquired information officer Harden.

"Two fleets? That's it? The Julliman's should be able to hold their own. The Hatarian's navy is weak. And those RAGI-17's and RAGI-121's can be shot down fairly easily. We do, however, need to mobilize an Immediate Response Defense Force to Blubland. Send one of our shiny new Scinfaxi-class underwater aircraft carriers. And one of our Adobe-class Super Carriers. We need them to be docked in the most major port city. If the Hatarians attack Blubland, we'll assist the Blubs. They are close allies now, gentlemen." stated Fleet Admiral Guerrerro.

"Yes, sir," Harden replied, "it shall be done."

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Stats:

Scinfaxi-class Underwater Aircraft Carrier

Type: Submarine Aircraft Carrier
Armament: Burst Missiles (400), SAM's (2,000), Anti-Aircraft Guns (5, 57mm), Torpedos (800)
Aircraft Compliment: 220 F-35, 100 YF-35U/Z, 100 CBF-113, 20 SH-60 LAMPS, 15 AH-1Z, 10 EA-18G
Armor: Classified
Crew: Classified

Adobe-class Super Carrier

Type: Super Carrier
Armament: 8-Inch AA Guns (8), 35mm CIWS Refits (10), SAM Launchers (5), Torpedo Launchers (4), Tomahawk-XL Missile Launchers (2)
Aircraft Compliment: 300 F-35, 150 EA-18G, 100 YF-35U/Z, 100 CBF-113, 50 SH-60 LAMPS, 30 AH-1Z, 15 B-3B Advaced Carrier-Borne Light Bomber, 15 F-18E
Armor: Depleted Uranium/Tungsten Carbide/Beryllium Layered Armoring with Kevlar Spall-Resistant Armoring. Also has classified material on the deck, making the deck resistant to bombs. Hull is resistant to torpedos and mines.
Crew: Classified

Official Communique From The Skgorrian Ministry Of Foreign Occupation And Deployments

SS Panzergrenadier "Landstorm Skgorria" is hereby to be deployed to Blub to aid in their defence should Hataria attack.

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ORBAT

Divisional HQ Company

Infantry Regiment
1st Panzergrenadier Regiment - infantry mounted in BMP-3s
2nd Panzergrenadier Regiment - infantry mounted in BMP-3s
4th Mechanics and Maintenance Regiment
Artillery Regiment - 96 PzH2000s
Panzer Regiment - 200 T-95 MBTs
Air Defence Regiment - SA-21 "Growler" SAMs and 2K22M Tunguska-M1
Engineer Batallion
Field Hospital Batallion

Official Statement from the Atopian Ministry of War:

In the event of Hatarian invasion of Blub, the 203rd Mechanised Infantry Division as well as the 2nd Paratroop Regiment and the 4th Armoured Brigade will be deployed to assist Blub forces in repelling any Hatarian aggression.

"What's the situation, General Sherman?" asked Prince William.

General Sherman replied, "the Blubs are launching a second attack against the Hatarian Empire. Other nations are rising to their support. Oh, and sir? They're using the Su-37s that we donated."

The Prince laughed heartily. "God bless those invertabrate basterds!" he said.

Then Prince William's face became serious. He turned to Admiral Augustine.

"Put the 2nd Fleet in New Caledonia, as well as our colonial defenses in Tubuai and the Jaluit Atoll, on full alert!" he ordered. "I don't want any of our forces to get caught in the crossfire."

The Admiral Saluted. "Aye Sir!" he turned to leave.

The Prince called after him "And get those EB-180 Stargazers up there as well!"

"Ah, it's good to be back."
Tenarius stretched luxuiously in his office. He had returned from the clinic, and had smoothly assumed command from Yerellkov.
He lit a cigar when an aide brought the news of the Blubs's attack.
Tenarius perused the documents. Diplomatic relations had been severed between the Hatarians and him, and the Imperial-Hatarian border was, needless to say, heavily guarded.
"We'll wait a bit, and see what' going on. All the same, start preparing."

Announcement from the Atopian Ministry of War:

Deployment of the Fifth Battlegroup has commenced. Units are remaining encamped in the countryside to minimise the impact on Blub assets.

Orders of Battle:

203rd Mechanised Infantry Division:

Mechanised Rifle Regiment 43 with BMP-2 and BMP-3 AIFVs
Mechanised Rifle Regiment 44 with BMP-2 and BMP-3 AIFVs
Mechanised Rifle Regiment 45 with BMP-2 and BMP-3 AIFVs
Tank Regiment 28 with T-72 and T-80M
Mechanised Artillery Regiment with 2S19 Msta and 2S5 Giatsint-S

Support:
Antitank Battalion with 125mm 2A45M Sprut-B, ASU-85, and 100mm recoilless rifles
Antiaircraft Battalion with SA-21 "Growler" SAMs and 2K22M Tunguska-M1
Reconnaissance Battalion with PT-76, motorbikes, and BRDM-2 scout cars
Engineer Battalion with MTU-72 AVLB, and various other engineering vehicles
Logistics Battalion with Ural 6x6 trucks, laundry and cooking units

2nd Paratroop Regiment:

Regimental HQ with COMCON vehicles, 4x4 Gaz jeeps, AAA, and infantry weapons
1st Battalion with 4x4 Gaz jeeps, AAA, and infantry weapons
2nd Battalion with 4x4 Gaz jeeps, AAA, and infantry weapons
3rd Battalion with 4x4 Gaz jeeps, AAA, and infantry weapons
Assault Gun Company with 10 ASU-85
Airborne Assault Engineer Company with various

4th Armoured Brigade:

Brigade HQ with T-80M
1st Battalion with T-80M and T-72
2nd Battalion with T-80M and T-72
3rd Battalion with T-72
Anti-Aircraft Battalion with Shilka and Tunguska M-1
Mechanised Infantry Battalion with BMP-2 and BMP-3 AIFVs

"Ah, it's good to be back."
Tenarius stretched luxuiously in his office. He had returned from the clinic, and had smoothly assumed command from Yerellkov.
He lit a cigar when an aide brought the news of the Blubs's attack.
Tenarius perused the documents. Diplomatic relations had been severed between the Hatarians and him, and the Imperial-Hatarian border was, needless to say, heavily guarded.
"We'll wait a bit, and see what' going on. All the same, start preparing."

The Hatarians had their side of The border Heavliy guarded, Barb wire and Bunkers were all along The Border with Trenches and Machine gun enplacements faceing to The Demonic side. Artillery also Aimed at The enemy.

But soon, Military Airwaves were filled with Codes from Hataria about something called "OverLoad" this was being sent out to all Hatarian Commanders though out all Asia.

Blubland

Those allies sending troops to Blubland would be greeted by crowds waving signs to the effect of 'Welcome to Blubland!' and 'Thank you!'

The soldiers would be shown off their transports and to waiting trains or trucks (Depending on point of arrival) for shuttle through underground subway and highway systems for deployment throughout the country.

The foreigners might be suprised at just how organized the Blubs had become. Equipped with thousands of tanks, IFVs, artillery and other equipment, the Blubs were ready for any attempted invasion of the fatherland.

Visiting engineers would be taken to Area 52 and an underground testing facility there, where they would be shown the latest Blub project. It was a version of the K2 Black Panther chassis that South Korea developed. With upgraded electronics, improved armor and a larger engine, it was bigger, tougher and meaner than the K2. The Blubs had proudly named it 'Green Vengeance', or the BL3.

Out to sea

Taskforce Warlock was passing by the Micronesian Islands by now. Submarine-killing helicopters trolled between the tiny islands while JSTARs searched them for signs of threats. With Homeland class battleships protecting the southern flank, guns leveled, the fleet passed on by on their way to the Philippine Sea.

Blubland

The Blubs on the docks and those who had heard rumours and had turned out that day would be met with a pleasant surprise; the twenty one carriers of the Kido Butai could be seen on the horizon as well asthe rest of their escort fleet. The Blubs would be in awe as the five gigantic "supercarriers" Taiho, Shokaku, Zuikaku, Essex and Yorktown were towed into Blub harbour, flying Questarian and Blub flags alike with the crew out on deck with their aircraft. It was a marvellous sight to see, and the Blubs probably felt quite secure when one of the worlds leading naval superpowers docked its ships in their ports.

While the ships refueled and took on provisions and the crews got some rest, the First Hikoshidan of the First Air Fleet, the premier Air Unit in the Questarian military wtih the best trained pilots and the best equipment began to land in Blubland airfields. The tactical bombers of 1.Hikoshidan could strike out to 5000km max with their fighters as support, which meant if Hataria came anywhere near to Blubland with its fleet 1.Hikoshidan would jump on them like a cat on a mouse. The Blubs welcomed the Questarian aircraft as they landed on the airfields and immediately began combat operations.

Furthermore, the Questarian Stratospheric Forces in the form of satellites and space planes were readying their payloads for long range strikes. The QSF had watched and analysed the Axis Novan kinetic strike system and copied it in a way; it was still in its first phase, tested and prototyped somewhat, but as well asthe normal kinetic and ballistic strike options this would be its first tour of duty, so to speak.

Blubland Pacific Command

Leadership of the forces sent from all allies would be shown to Pacific Command. A sprawling complex of bases, airfiields and hangars west of Dee Harbor, so that those looking out the windows of some of the taller buildings could look down upon Dee Harbor and see the Questian super carriers sitting in port being restocked alongside Asgarnien ships.

At a smaller port further east on the other side of Dee City, allied soldiers could be seen offloading from their own transports while Blub MPs helped direct the traffic of tanks and fighting vehicles.

Inside Pacific Command, General Fluffle looked seriously at his assembled allies. "First of all, I want to thank you all, and your governments for the support. Lets get right to business, shall we?"

He used a laser pointer to poke a red dot just north of Palau Island. "This is the approximate position of Taskforce Warlock. We have a constant skytrain of tankers and relief pilots between Blubland and the taskforce. Escort fighters, non-carrier jets have been flying with the fleet since they left port yesterday. They're being rotated out now by fresher pilots. So far, we've seen nothing of Hatarian ships or jets making attempts to move. Last time, we started detecting them leaving ports by now."

"Now. Axis Nova seems to have deployed airships. Our fleet has angled north to delay contact, but it's inevidible that there's going to be a fight. We need tactics to deal with them quickly. Hataria hasn't moved any ships to stop us, but satellites detect two seperate fleets of Hatarian ships moving to intercept Julliman forces present in the Pacific."

"This means, the Hatarians have less ships to deal with Taskforce Warlock. Now, if Hataria waits any longer to deploy.. we can simply use surface ships as well as massive air strikes to sort of 'wall off' the Hatarians near Taiwan and proceed straight to either Shanghai or Port Arthur."

The General peered at his allies, "Suggestions? Critics? Comments?"

Raising his hand, Colonel-General Luvinov said, "Airships? Ground-based anti-aircraft artillery can take care of those. Perhaps drone aircraft would also be useful here." Then, "Speaking of ground, where do you want my Battlegroup?"

General Fluffle pondered, "Many of the Homeland battleships are well-equipped to knock those airships out of the sky once within gun range. But I'd rather not risk our ships closing the range like that. You have a point with the aircraft, but we don't have any unmanned aircraft other than recon drones."

He pointed to a spot along the east coast of Blubland. "Easton would be a fine place for your troops. We have a lot of marines and soldiers there already, but they're going to be moving out with the second wave of landing forces."

Storm-Colonel Beckenbauer raised her hand.
"In regards to your air link, do you have enough supplies to maintain your forces or do you need more? I can put in a request for more to my government, I'm sure I can get some. Also, where will my forces be deployed?"

"Easton," muttered Luvinov as he scribbled on his pad, "are we to throw the Hatarians back into the sea, then?"

General Fluffle responded politely, "M'arm. I'd like to see your forces deployed here at Northern Command to help defend Dee Harbor. This being our largest northern port, it's one of the more likely targets along with Easton."

Then he looked at Colonel-General Luvinov, "That's the idea, yes. There's also enough transportation assets there to redeploy your forces to any other enemy landing point. I think you'll be impressed by Easton Mountain's defense network."

"Well, if it's anything like the Grand Line, it won't break until SS-Zionbane arrive - and they're on our side," he laughed, as he stood, "and now if that's all I'd like to go and move my forces to their deployment...?"

Svetlanka saluted smartly, "As you command General, my troops are yours to command. I will go and..." she was interrupted her mobile phone beeping which she quickly answered.
"Hello...yes...yes I see, I will offer them," she finished, closing the phone.
"General Fluffle, I have just been told that a further division is ready to deploy, along an Air Army, if you wish it to be. The only proviso is that these forces would be deployed in the same area as my division." Turning to the Atopian general,
"Funny you should mention Zionbane, they're on the way," she beamed.

Luvinov grinned, then turned to the Blub commander and said "Well, we've won the war."

Moon City Outskirts, Blubland

Dear Mom & Dad,

We just recieved final notice to get our things together, we'll be leaving tonight. Due to security, they can't tell us where we're going other than it's somewhere in Hataria.

I've been assigned one of the new Su-37 Terminators, man.. it's a mean ride. I hope that once things get settled down again, we can start building jets like them ourselves. The humans who came to train us were very nice, polite. I think no matter what happens in this war, Blubland has made some excellent friends.

I got mom's cookies she sent, I only got to eat a couple.. the rest of the guys in the squadron loved them so much. They all think mom's the best and send their thanks.

That's about all I have time to say, as the five minute notice just lit up for us to get to our ships. I love you both very much, please give Fenni a hug for me.

Signed Your son, Denni


Sitting in the living room of a modestly-sized farmhouse, Saneki lowered her son's letter and smiled across the room at her husband, then looked at their younger son Fenni sitting on the floor. "Denni says hi, and that he shipped out."

Fenni sighed a little, torn between pride and jealousy. "I wish I could go with him. Papa.. why couldn't I join the Marines like Denni?"

Alfred shook his head, "Fenni.. you're ready yet. You still have half a year to finish high-school and you know how important an education is, even in the Marines."

Pacific Command

Fluffle smiled a little, "We haven't won yet.. there's going to be hard fighting ahead. But yes, by all means.. we'll take whatever support we can get. You already know that we're throwing a large portion of our Marines and regular Army at this campaign. Whatever can be contributed to help defend the motherland is worth its weight in gold to us."

Defensive Positions, North of Easton:

"Bloody hell," swore Sergeant Petrovaks, "I told you the Grand Line was better than this!"
"Well, Sergeant," sighed his friend, "the Blub haven't been building a six-mile deep defensive fortification for the past 100 years, have they?"
"No... I suppose not. Oh well. Dig in, as per Orders, lads."

Their BMP-3, hidden under camouflage nets and thermal-neutral tarpaulins, covered a wide section of the shore. To either side of it, its squad began settling into the pre-built bunkers and trenches as part of their regiment's deployment.

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Mechanised Regiment 43, en route to Easton:

"Hurry up," yelled the traffic controller, "we're behind schedule! Step on it!"
"Alright, alright," shouted the BMP's driver over the noise of the convoy, "not my fault the fucking convoy's going slow! Twat!"

His insult lost in the noise, the controller continued to wave the infantry-laden vehicles westwards...

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Reconnaisance Unit 54, ten miles NE of Easton:

"Brew time, comrades," grinned Captain Aton, "nothing like a good mug of tea with some grub to get you going."
"Aye, sir, 'specially in this cold wind," smiled his BRDM's driver, "damn glad I packed my thermals."

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1st Battalion, 4th Armoured, 15 miles East of Easton:

"Over there," whispered Markov, "see? In those trees. It's some kind of ... I dunno, deer-thing?"
"Oh yes," said the gunner, "that's weird. I wish the animals here were recognisable. This place gives me the creeps. I'm damn glad we've been sent to defend this sector without the Blubs."
"You're telling me!"

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"Troops are on the way General, Skgorria is with the Blubs all the way. Through fields of blood and pain, we march on!" she stated, snapping a sharp salute.

ORBAT

SS Panzer Division "Zionbane"

Regimental Headquarters Staff
I. Panzer Batallion - 200 T-95
II. Panzer Batallion - 200 T-95
III. Panzer Batallion - 200 T-95
IV. Panzer Batallion - 200 T-95
V. Panzer Batallion - 200 T-95
Panzergrenadier Regiment - mounted in BMP-3s
Air Defense Regiment - Tunguska M-1 and SA-21s
Engineer Regiment
Reconnaissance Detachment

8th Air Army

1st Air Assault Wing - 3 x 12 Su-47s
2nd Air Assault Wing - 3 x 12 Su-47s
3rd Air Assault Wing - 3 x 12 Su-47s

1st Annihilation Wing - 3 x 12 Tu-160
2nd Annihilation Wing - 3 x 12 Tu-22M

As the Blub fleet advances, the 9th Fleet begins to advance as well, towards the Blub fleet. Following Admiral Piper's orders, the fleet begins to spread out and raise it's altitude, as long range radar signals begin to probe outwards, their HSDEADGEAR radar systems linking together and synchronizing in an attempt to burn through jamming and achieve better tracks.

Meanwhile, a certain "freighter" loiters in the Philippines... though, it's protruding antenna farm this time is encased in a shell of plastic and light metals as well, disguised as a simple funnel. Diesel smoke is even coming from the top.

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The activities of the Questarian space forces do not go unnoticed, and certain elements of Axis Nova's SDI network shift slightly... just in case.

Pacific Command

General Fluffle watched the woman go, then blinked, blinked, looking at his aides and the other allies present who still hadn't deployed. "Am I wrong.. for getting a fluttery feeling when I see a woman in uniform exerting command?" A couple of the aides chuckled softly.

Pacific Command Facility

The Skgorrians would find the area around Dee City and Pacific Command to be well organized for defenses. Private government roads allowed for quick access almost anywhere, and the natural hilly terrain allowed for plenty of good places to position troops to watch both sky and ocean.

Easton District

Many of the units would find civilians peeking out of windows as they passed through towns or yards on their way to defensive positions. Here and there, small towns quickly organized and turned out in the hundreds with fresh pies, cookies, drinks and beer for the Atopianan soldiers.

A few of the small, cute little baby Blubs cheered lustily from their mothers' arms as they watched the friendly humans rolling past on big, loud vehicles that belched out diesel fumes. The Blubs loved it. One (un)lucky Atopianan soldier had a Blubette run up, wrap tentacles around his shoulders and plant a huge wet kiss on his face.. which left a large lipstick smear that nearly covered one cheek.

OOC: who is fighting who here. could i get a quick summary of youd please be so kind.

CONFIDENTIAL: DESTROY AFTER READING
TO: The Blubland leader
I have decided to send my top field marshall to your country to gather information on what your plans are for the Hatarian attack. Rest assured, we are no friends of Hataria, and we plan to aid you in some way, though specifics cannot be revealed as of now.
I hope you will accept our decision.

OOC: who is fighting who here. could i get a quick summary of youd please be so kind.

OOC: Well.. right now it seems to be me and Questers at sea, versus AN and Hataria at sea. Multiple other nations have deployed troops to Blubland incase AN or Hataria try to invade.

Pacific Command Facility

"Too few heavy guns" sighed Svetlanka, "I've got all the damned infantry and tanks in the world, but artillery is sadly lacking."
"Could always get more from Command" offered her Storm-Major, lowering his field glasses.
"I'll try," she sighed, "But it's unlikely. Still, might as well get deploying."

The Skgorrians began deploying their forces, digging foxholes and constructing bunkers. Several rally points were established, and camoflage nets were set up for the vehicles. Aircraft from 8th Air Army began landing, and soon the Skgorrians would be ready.

Easton District:

Morale, already high, was boosted still further by the reception given to the Atopians by the Blubs. Cookies and beer? What could be better!

Pacific Command Facility

The Skgorrians continued to set up their defences, but there was another task to perform. Soldiers in BMP-3 APCs and trucks drove through the various settlements in the area and distributed emergency supplies such as food and bottled water. There were some gas-masks, but no-one was sure whether the Blubs could wear them. Several wise-cracking soldiers pointed out theu could be used as all sorts of other things, like decoration or door-stops. The Skgorrian s were also offering to evacuate or relocate citizens if they desired, they didn't want the Blubs to get caught in the crossfire.

"All preparations complete, Colonel-General," said his Aide, "all that remains now is to await the struggle to come."
"Excellent. Now we shall show the Hatarians the true might of the New Fascist Human!"
"Indeed, sir. Action in unity!"

Outside the command bunker, anti-aircraft artillery awaited the enemy...

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Pacific Command Facility

"Too few heavy guns" sighed Svetlanka, "I've got all the damned infantry and tanks in the world, but artillery is sadly lacking."
"Could always get more from Command" offered her Storm-Major, lowering his field glasses.
"I'll try," she sighed, "But it's unlikely. Still, might as well get deploying."

The Skgorrians began deploying their forces, digging foxholes and constructing bunkers. Several rally points were established, and camoflage nets were set up for the vehicles. Aircraft from 8th Air Army began landing, and soon the Skgorrians would be ready.

While Skgorrian command might not be forthcoming with artillery and mortars, the Miehmish commanders had no such limitations. Tracks and Reivers were loaded onto massive transports. The self propelled 155mm artillery, and the 120mm mortars would be a devastating addition to the Skgorrian defense of Dee Harbor. It would take several hours for the transports to reach Blubland, but they would be punched along with the Fleets. Miehmish Destroyers leapt into the air, their crews running to the piercing shriek of the scramble. Cruisers and Battleships, with their larger crews and ponderous armaments, took longer to leave the ground, but finally the entirety of the Third Miehmish Airfleet had left the ground.

The swift Destroyers raced ahead, knowing the carnage the Novan vessels would wreak upon the Blub surface combatants. They would place their unarmored shells between any attack from the sky, trading fire with opponents that greatly outclassed them in a desperate battle for time. It was believed that the Blub Fleet would be brought to battle in no more than a few hours. By the time the entire Battleship force was airborne, the Destroyers would already be halfway to their ultimate, and likely fatal, meeting. What little information they had suggested their 25mm guns would be extremely effective at punching through the airships armor, but that their primary missile armament would be next to useless. Their engagement would likely set the stage for clashes between the Miehmish and Novans throughout the course of the campaign, and it was imperative that they win.

OOC: This post was intended to be made by MM. All future posts in thbis confluct should be posted by MM, unless I fail to check which I'm logged in as again.

Blubland

The Blubs on the docks and those who had heard rumours and had turned out that day would be met with a pleasant surprise; the twenty one carriers of the Kido Butai could be seen on the horizon as well asthe rest of their escort fleet. The Blubs would be in awe as the five gigantic "supercarriers" Taiho, Shokaku, Zuikaku, Essex and Yorktown were towed into Blub harbour, flying Questarian and Blub flags alike with the crew out on deck with their aircraft. It was a marvellous sight to see, and the Blubs probably felt quite secure when one of the worlds leading naval superpowers docked its ships in their ports.

While the ships refueled and took on provisions and the crews got some rest, the First Hikoshidan of the First Air Fleet, the premier Air Unit in the Questarian military wtih the best trained pilots and the best equipment began to land in Blubland airfields. The tactical bombers of 1.Hikoshidan could strike out to 5000km max with their fighters as support, which meant if Hataria came anywhere near to Blubland with its fleet 1.Hikoshidan would jump on them like a cat on a mouse. The Blubs welcomed the Questarian aircraft as they landed on the airfields and immediately began combat operations.

Furthermore, the Questarian Stratospheric Forces in the form of satellites and space planes were readying their payloads for long range strikes. The QSF had watched and analysed the Axis Novan kinetic strike system and copied it in a way; it was still in its first phase, tested and prototyped somewhat, but as well asthe normal kinetic and ballistic strike options this would be its first tour of duty, so to speak.

The Hatarians were soon Planning a Attack against Blubland, a Airstrike against what was called Area 52. and to make sure that The Blubs wouldn't stop Them, The Hatarians soon decided to test out a New Plane......a Space Plane.

The RAGI-40 Starhunter was Hataria's First Space Plane, Looking like a F-117A Night Hawk (http://www.inetres.com/gp/military/ar/fb/F-117A.html) It was more of The lines of Warplane meets Star Wars. This was more a Bomber then a Fighter, carrying 4 Thermite Bunkerbuster Bombs, This Plane wasn't a Stelth, but It was Higher then any Anti-Air Craft Weapon (Save for The Hatarian Cobra VXI-675 Anti-Space Plane Missile) The RAGI-40 reached up to The Thermosphere and up Beyond it into Space, were The Pilot would have to wear a Space Suit.

even though it was mostly a Bomber, It had 8 Copperhead-78 Anti-Air Craft Missiles, one 21 mm Cannon and a Laser for Anti-Satellite Missions. These were to be put into use soon.

The first 21 of these Planes were takeing off from Hatarian Brazill already and they were on their way.

SIC:
Blub Empire,
Please be aware that we are currently in the process of mobilizing our main armed forces for intervention in this war. We are preparing to make a strike against your enemies, and have been hard at work through various.... 'channels' in working to bring other parties in to aid you. We have an ally who has agreed to aid, but I cannot disclose any more information as this message may be intercepted. Rest assured though, we will ensure that airships will never fly over Blubland.

All across No Endorse, it began. High Speed Rail schedules were increasingly disrupted by troop trains, bringing the countless No Endorse troops to staging grounds. The fleets began warm-up routines, their reactors flaring in the IR spectrum. But in the middle of all of this movement, there seemed to be no one to get in contact with. No government agencies could be contacted for information, and phone calls weren't even put through by switchboard operators.

In the midst of all of this, a continuous stream of aircraft flew across the Andorran Plateau, endless swarms of trucks and trains bringing in an army of engineers. ALDA may have been destroyed forever, but it would live on through a host of successors littered about the barren landscape.

In Hatarian China, all Civilians were leaveing The Coastal Towns and Cities in case The Blubs were to come. Hong Kong looked like a Ghost Town. In Short, Something was up and anyone with half a Brain or No Brain at All would even Know it.

The East Asian Fleet wasn't around, nor were any Subs.

The Hatarians were soon Planning a Attack against Blubland, a Airstrike against what was called Area 52. and to make sure that The Blubs wouldn't stop Them, The Hatarians soon decided to test out a New Plane......a Space Plane.

The RAGI-40 Starhunter was Hataria's First Space Plane, Looking like a F-117A Night Hawk (http://www.inetres.com/gp/military/ar/fb/F-117A.html) It was more of The lines of Warplane meets Star Wars. This was more a Bomber then a Fighter, carrying 4 Thermite Bunkerbuster Bombs, This Plane wasn't a Stelth, but It was Higher then any Anti-Air Craft Weapon (Save for The Hatarian Cobra VXI-675 Anti-Space Plane Missile) The RAGI-40 reached up to The Thermosphere and up Beyond it into Space, were The Pilot would have to wear a Space Suit.

even though it was mostly a Bomber, It had 8 Copperhead-78 Anti-Air Craft Missiles, one 21 mm Cannon and a Laser for Anti-Satellite Missions. These were to be put into use soon.

The first 21 of these Planes were takeing off from Hatarian Brazill already and they were on their way.

The Hatarians were not the only ones with anti-spacecraft weaponry. The Scinfaxi-class submarine carrier was equipped with several Surface-to-Air missiles, and amongst them were the new dual-purpose TM-7F ASAT missiles. It was hyper-sonic, and was capable of destroying satellites in far orbit. Despite the fact that they were marked for anti-satellite missions, it was fully capable of locking on to and tracking a space vehicle.

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The Far-Orbit Surveillance Satellite (which looked like a piece of space junk or sometimes nothing at all to an enemy satellite) was focusing on ship movements through the Panama Canal spotted a moving group of large objects just under orbital space. The camera immediately zoomed in and spotted the 21 spacecraft. There were no distinct markings, but the Central Command Center sent out a message anyways. As the order went out, the Trajectory Planning Computer, normally used to plot the course of satellites or missiles, projected the estimated flight path of the unknown spacecraft.

As the message was recieved, an Alert Phase 2 was sounded. The normally white lights that brightened the rooms turned a chilling hue of red. The light bathed every surface in the facility. Operations Manager Collin Gardener stormed out of his office, demanding to know what was going on. As Gardener looked at one of the massive screens, he saw the projected flight path: right over Blubland.

Gardener ran for the green phone that would connect him to Strategic Communications. He ordered the overweight redhead woman on the other end of the line to relay him to any military commander in the Blub Empire.

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As the Scinfaxi-class got word of the impending fly-over, it was evacuated. The control of the ship would go to the Blubs, where they could fire the TM-7F's. The Asgarnians would not physically attack the Hatarians just yet.

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The YAL-1ABL network over Blubland was alerted to the incoming threat. They would attempt to fire their chemical lasers upon whatever they would fire, hopefully destroying the threat...

"Sir, It would seem The Blub Empire is preparing for an attack on Hataria."

"Good, good. Did the tanks get over alright?"

"Yes sir."

"Alright then. What naval assets can we send near the blubettes? What can we spare?"

"We now have the full new navy up and running. If we really wanted, we could pull a good... seventy fleets that way."

"Christ, is our navy bored as fuck or something? Send forty five fleets. Maintain a good distance between our ships and the Blub fleet. We aren't officially involved in this war, but just incase, I'd like to have some ships on hand."

"Aye sir."

The unknown air vessels are detected a significant distance away, thanks to the HSDEADGEAR radar system, and once they enter within a certain radius, two flights of Peregrine IIs are dispatched to look them over, dropping free of the Axis Novan carriers and engaging their PFR as they rapidly accelerate away, soon going supersonic as their altitude increases.

The fleet's orientation shifts slightly, as it continues it's course towards the Blub fleet.

OOC: Hypersonic space rocket missiles!? :p I thought this was MT! Oh well, nevermind, the Fifth Battlegroup will make a heroic last stand...

IC:

"Dear Grud," yelled the radarman, "that's just not possible!"
"What is it, Jarovik?"
"That! Look! It's bloody moving!"
"Jovis... Jarovik, report!"
"Sir. Sorry sir. Contact at 492G-27. Moving NNW at ... Mach... Mach... Five? Six? Something heinous, sir. And it's high, maybe in the mesosphere?"
"Well, it's not ours. It's not the Skgorrians. It's almost certainly not the Blub. Get me high command, Marian."
"Sir."

There was a burst of static, then the line cleared.

"Firestarter, this is R-S 32. Do you read? Over."
"Loud and clear R-S 32. What is it, over."
"Unidentified contact moving NNW at 492G-27, repeat, NNW at 492G-27. Speed: Mach Six Plus. Angels 60 km. Repeat: Mach Six Plus, angels 60 K. Over."
"Information received and understood. Out."

Placing the mike back on the table, Lieutenant Antonov put his hands on his head and looked at Marian.

"Well, that's our job done. Fuck knows what they are, but we can't touch 'em."

Taskforce Warlock

Admiral Bungle stood on the bridge of the new Republic, peering at one wall of the bridge which had been converted into a projector screen. Multiple JSTARs had the screen speckled with little yellow and red dots. "Looks like Axis Nova is going to chase us. I'll be damned if I'm going to leave those Miehmish ships out to dry. They're friends of Blubland, and we don't leave anyone to hang."

"Send in the Terminators."

From the waiting decks of the aircraft carriers, Su-37 Terminators which had been getting a brief rest while overhead orbited ground-based fighters, were now leaping into the sky. In the lead went Marine airman Lieutenant Denni, callsign 'Mantis'.

"Spade Flight, this is Mantis. Break off into elements. Deuce, Jack and Ace Elements, engage the fighters. King Element, stick with me. Arm munitions now."

Fourty Eight Su-37s screamed through the clouds towards the Novian forces, while following them came as many F-16BLs.

At seventy kilometers, the fighters and strike aircraft began to launch air-to-air missiles. They dropped from under wings to speed ahead, targeting the enemy screen of fighters.

Twelve of the Su-37s went afterburner, King Element closing to target the airships.

Blubland Pacific Command

"General, very high-level aircraft are incoming now."

"Activate Skyshrine."

Large jets already airborne began to manuver. From big disks mounted AWAC style on the backs of the jets, there came a power surge. From several hundred miles away, specific points on the enemy bombers were targetted. Then, in groups of four, the Skyshrine equipped jet liners would fire. Four highly focused beams of laser light would begin to target one specific point on the Hatarian bombers. Usually a wing joint, or the very nose, depending on angle.

As the Blub fighters start to intrude on the outer patrols of the 9th Fleet, several hundred kilometers out, the CAP squads stoop towards their victims, disengaging their PFR to unmask their attack radars, and deploying the first shots of the battle: medium-range air to air missiles, which quickly activate their sensor packages after launch (allowing the Peregrine IIs to deactivate theirs and thus stay stealthy) and begin accelerating towards the Blub aircraft, pinging them with their onboard radar and lidar/ladar systems. The Peregrines follow their missiles in, preparing to close to short range and fire further missiles if the first salvos don't do the job.

The Su-37s had been blessed with a handy little device that Blub engineers had quickly wired into the system. Jammers kicked on, immedietly rendering the RADARs in the area mostly useless.

In the backround, a converted 797 flying among the AWACs picked up on the LADAR signatures, and sent out its own response. An unfocused cone of infrared light, flickering between variable intensity and range settings. For the LADARs in the missiles, their world suddenly became a stew of rainbow-like mush.

Still, guided by RADAR, despite the fog... some of the missiles found their marks. A half dozen Terminators were destroyed, while another was damaged by a near hit. Eight F-16BLs were likewise destroyed.

Lieutenant 'Mantis' Denni frowned, the controls of the Terminator suddenly sluggish. That near hit had riddled the port side with shrapnel. Wind entering the wounds played havoc on the steerage. "Spade Flight, this is King Leader. I'm hit.. but we're going to keep going. Elements continue missions."

F-16BLs and Su-37s broke off to engage the enemy Peregrine IIs. The LADAR jamming broke off, and was soon replaced by hundreds of pencil-thin beams of low intensity laser wattage. These beams felt for disturbances in the air, such as caused by the passage of a large object moving very quickly. The nature of air and light being as it was, 'channels' soon became visable on the several ECM aircraft responsible for tracking stealth technology.

It was then simply a matter of the computers tracking the dimensions of the channel, which tended to form a sort of V-shape, with the aircraft at the tip of the V. Other lasers, this time on a higher frequency began to 'ping' the enemy aircraft.

Blub fighters cut loose with a volley of their own missiles. The BIM-1. These depended upon nothing other than riding the higher intensity laser beams until contact was made. They followed the beams in, small microchips in the missiles telling them where the ECM aircraft said the enemy was, confirmed by the laser that it followed. The seventy air-to-air missiles streaked forward to engage.

The BIM-1 wasn't designed as a skin-on-skin missile. Rather, at about 15 meters from the target, it would explode into a cone of fist-sized ballistic shrapnel, sure to shred aircraft or missiles. The BIM-1 had been designed with a dual role in mind of anti-missile defenses.


Meanwhile, blinded by their own RADAR jamming, the 11 surviving aircraft of King Flight pulled up higher, taking cover in the clouds and following GPS and inertial guidance towards their targets. The enemy airships. The afterburners continued, and the Su-37s screamed forward.

The Peregrine formation springs apart like a jack-in-the-box opening as the UAVs pull into a punishing series of high-G maneuvers in an attempt to shake off the missiles... a series of maneuvers that would cripple or kill any human pilot. However, lacking pilots, the UAVs are easily able to maneuver right up to their structural tolerances, and thus, they do, deploying prismatic chaff to break up and scatter the lasers painting them.

However, the higher speed of the missiles compared to the Peregrines, as well as their large warheads takes a significant toll, and nine Peregrines go pinwheeling out of the sky or simply disintegrate as they're shredded by shrapnel.

The rest of the Peregrines resume their formation and initiate pursuit of the Blub aircraft, kicking in their own afterburners as they begin to overhaul the Blub aircraft, their sensors probing outwards hungrily for targets.

Blubland

The Kido Butai left port and began its journey west. Constant AWAC flights and CAPs, with satellite coverage and large numbers of ASAC and ASW aircraft and HELOs meant that the Carrier Striking Force knew exactly what was going on around it as it set for Hong Kong with the attached "Hong Kong Landing Assault Group" which had arrived in Blubland one day prior.

Furthermore, 1.Hikoshidan began combat duties. Groups of fighters, tankers, and long range bombers began their patrols, the first G4M6s with their A3H2 escorts and protected tankers patrolling the airspace all over the pacific. The tremendous range of the G4M6s meant that they had long patrol range anyway, but the Tanker line that was protected by the large number of fighter groups in 1.Hikoshidan kept the escorts flying. Any large naval group in the Pacific would rather quickly be picked up and lept upon by all the patrols in the area.

Taskforce Warlock

And so anyway. The fleet continues on its way to Hatarian shores. Thus far, the Hatarians hadn't bothered to put up any sort of defenses or respond, other than the bombers currently on their way to Blubland.

There was little that could be done at the time, and the Blubs trusted their allies to respond to the bombers somehow. Admiral Bungle sniffed a bit, peering through his binoculars at the sky, "It's been clear so far. I wonder what they're waiting for? Maintain BARCAP and regular anti-submarine dips. Make final preperations for the beach assault."

Many Su-37s sped forward ahead of the fleet, escorted by F-16BL and F-18BLs. Flying over Kyushu, Japan, the jets began a patrol north-south of the Chinese coastline. A JSTARS moved forward behind the BARCAP to inspect the Hatarian defenses.

Meanwhile...

The Su-37s of King Flight continued their afterburning skyclimb. Once well above the theoretical position of the AN airships, they dove forward again. At a range of ten kilometers, they whipped their aircraft over onto their wings, and pulled hard.

This in effect caused King Flight to climb again. The momentum granted by the first dive translated into direct kinetic power. At the apex of the climbing/turn the Blubs released their weaponry. From under each of the 11 aircraft were dropped a pair of munitions. These large canisters immedietly deployed fins for guidance.

Powered by the high-gee tosses, the canisters were now on a ballistic path to the enemy in what was once referred to as "The idiot's loop". The bombs were tossed upwards and forewards, and as they began the ballistic arc.. the small fins allowed for adjustments.

Twenty two of the bombs fell towards the airships from ahead and above. At a range of one kilometer, half of them would split open to spill out twenty basketball sized submunitions. These guided packages triggered small boosters, and streaked down towards the enemy airships. Upon impact.. they of course would explode into thermite reactions. The sort of thing that eats holes in armor.

The other half of the bombs would of course fall among the airships, and explode into a huge cloud of cloudy gas. Three seconds later, after the fuel and oxygen had a chance to mix, it ignited into a massive, implosion-like fireball. The FAE.

The Sus of King Element turned into the approaching Peregrines, and began to pickle off their BIM-1s, as the rest of Spade Flight approached the Peregrines from the rear, on their original course.

The Hatarians were not the only ones with anti-spacecraft weaponry. The Scinfaxi-class submarine carrier was equipped with several Surface-to-Air missiles, and amongst them were the new dual-purpose TM-7F ASAT missiles. It was hyper-sonic, and was capable of destroying satellites in far orbit. Despite the fact that they were marked for anti-satellite missions, it was fully capable of locking on to and tracking a space vehicle.

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The Far-Orbit Surveillance Satellite (which looked like a piece of space junk or sometimes nothing at all to an enemy satellite) was focusing on ship movements through the Panama Canal spotted a moving group of large objects just under orbital space. The camera immediately zoomed in and spotted the 21 spacecraft. There were no distinct markings, but the Central Command Center sent out a message anyways. As the order went out, the Trajectory Planning Computer, normally used to plot the course of satellites or missiles, projected the estimated flight path of the unknown spacecraft.

As the message was recieved, an Alert Phase 2 was sounded. The normally white lights that brightened the rooms turned a chilling hue of red. The light bathed every surface in the facility. Operations Manager Collin Gardener stormed out of his office, demanding to know what was going on. As Gardener looked at one of the massive screens, he saw the projected flight path: right over Blubland.

Gardener ran for the green phone that would connect him to Strategic Communications. He ordered the overweight redhead woman on the other end of the line to relay him to any military commander in the Blub Empire.

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As the Scinfaxi-class got word of the impending fly-over, it was evacuated. The control of the ship would go to the Blubs, where they could fire the TM-7F's. The Asgarnians would not physically attack the Hatarians just yet.

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The YAL-1ABL network over Blubland was alerted to the incoming threat. They would attempt to fire their chemical lasers upon whatever they would fire, hopefully destroying the threat...

The Hatarians were soon starting to make sure They got the Upper hand. The Target was The enemy Sub, Spotted by a Hatarian War Satellite that looked like a Questerian Weather Satellite.

The enemy YAL-1ABL Network was also going down, High Orbit Satellites were Targeting it. The Satellites fired ten TAN-67 Anti-Satellite Missiles from Each of The 90 Sats in Orbit. The TAN-67 was made not to destroy enemy Satellites by Blowing them up, but by Knocking them back to earth. The Missile would Blow up Near a Satellite, and set of a EMP Wave to Fry The satellites so they wouldn't Use Their Defenses.

as for The Hatarian War Satellite, It Launched one PAKN-7969 Orbital Anti-Submarnie Missile, a Small Guided Missile that would take out The sub before it would ever know it. Once it entered The Atmosphere It went Hyper-Sonic and headed for The enemy Sub it self.

The Hatarians were soon starting to make sure They got the Upper hand. The Target was The enemy Sub, Spotted by a Hatarian War Satellite that looked like a Questerian Weather Satellite.

The enemy YAL-1ABL Network was also going down, High Orbit Satellites were Targeting it. The Satellites fired ten TAN-67 Anti-Satellite Missiles from Each of The 90 Sats in Orbit. The TAN-67 was made not to destroy enemy Satellites by Blowing them up, but by Knocking them back to earth. The Missile would Blow up Near a Satellite, and set of a EMP Wave to Fry The satellites so they wouldn't Use Their Defenses.

as for The Hatarian War Satellite, It Launched one PAKN-7969 Orbital Anti-Submarnie Missile, a Small Guided Missile that would take out The sub before it would ever know it. Once it entered The Atmosphere It went Hyper-Sonic and headed for The enemy Sub it self.

As the TAN-67's streaked towards the YAL-1ABL group, the Anti-Missile Laser system aboard every YAL-1ABL fired towards the group. Most of the incoming missiles were disentegrated before they were within 4 miles of the group. However, 9 were destroyed.

As the crews of the YAL-1ABL's relaxed, thinking that the onslaught was over, a new threat appeared on radar systems throughout the flight group. The YAL-1ABL's fired lasers, and within seconds the Scinfaxi-class submarine's Anti-Missile Defense System kicked on. The HRAM-204X HyperSonic Rolling Airframe Missile section of the VLS system opened its hatches as 4 were fired. They carried a Pre-emptive Burst Sensor, that computed the flight path of the PAKN-7969 and armed the warhead. The warhead was of the high-explosive variety, but with a nasty surprise for aircraft or missiles: depleted uranium mini-balls. The explosion would propel several hundred depleted uranium penetrators. There was also a tungsten shard back up blast, which propeled 1.9mm tungsten shards that were designed to overwhelm the enemy missile.

The HRAM-204X's reached their targets. They detonated within 275 feet of the PAKN-7969...

OOC: Um Hataria the "EMP" effect doesn't occur above the atmosphere, it requires air to propagate, specifically low density air to allow maximum spread of the induced charge.

Secondly the vast vast majority of satellites ( as in most you want to stay up for longer than say a week and that's with burns) operate outside the upper reaches of the atmosphere, above the before mentioned thermosphere where shuttle plays around in most of the time. They do this to avoid drag and orbital decay, thus not even a hint of air to act like an oversize neon light bulb and allow the "pulse" effect should be near the targets you intend to "EMP"

A.N.S. Garrison
Adobe-class Super Carrier
Dee City, Blubland

Garrison began offloading its compliment of TCLCAC tank carriers. On each TCLCAC was four T-12-6F 'Tangent' Main Battle Tanks and one TK-17-2F 'Adament' Tank-Killer.

The TK-17-2F's mission was to protect allied and Asgarnian tanks in Blubland. They were armed with massive 137mm guns, capable of defeating nearly any vehicle within range of the gun. They would be charged with going head-to-head against any enemy tanks that decided to go up against the allied forces.

The T-12-6F's were given a different mission. They were to utilize their 125mm main guns to become massive anti-aircraft guns. They were lethal against helicopters, cargo aircraft, and low flying fighters or bombers. They were loaded with the 125mm MGR-5BH Beehive Round with the LASPF (Large Artillery Shell Proximity Fuze). The MGR-5BH was a longer shell, loaded with thousands of cobalt-tungsten alloyed miniballs. They were capable of shredding even the venerable A-10.

They were to be camouflaged and set slightly below ground, as to avoid detection by enemy aircraft.

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Information:

T-12 'Tangent': http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/index.php/T-12
TK-17 'Adament': http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/index.php/TK-17

In light of the Blub Empire flying over Imperial territory, we grant military access to the Blub Empire for use against Hataria.
The Empire controls Japan, Eastern Russia and Northern China, and we believe that we are strategically for any Blub offensives.
Meanwhile, the 1st Legion, one of the Empire's best legions, has been taken off reserve status and moved to the southern border with Hataria.

Tangalee, Hataria: Nightime.

"The Blubs are now Threating China." Grand Admiral Ryu said to Neherenia, "The enemy is being Renforced by enemy Troops from other Nations." Neherenia was looking out a window. "Well, It looks like They are not giveing up," She turned to Ryu, "Is Our little Surprise ready?"

"It is," Ryu Said, as outside, a Large dark Shape went Underwater, "Our Surprise might force the Blubs into Surendering and sueing For Peace."

Neherenia laughed, The Blubs and their Allies would not know what hit them.

Destroyers rocketed through the atmosphere, their Radars questing for targets, any target. Areas of scrambled returns were considered to be suspicious, and a few birds would be launched at each. Only a few missiles were being saved for the battle with the Novan airships, and they could afford to waste some against non-existent threats. The third or fourth time they launched against a fuzzy return, no one was quite sure which, several missiles seemed to acquire targets and streak towards an opponent that was, as far as anyone could tell, not even there.

-Miehmish Mainland, somewhere in the western pacific-

For the first time in generations an entire Miehmish Corps was being deployed to battle. Every transport they could scrape together was being used for the airlift to Demonic territory. Even so it was going to take days to move five full divisions, plus the extra artillery that had been included to aid in penetrating the Hatarian defenses. The first soldiers were already airborne, having only been waiting for the first nation bordering Hataria to give them a stage point through which they could invade.

The Asgarnian Air Defense Force group secretly mobilized finally arrived in Blubland. Even the Blubs didn't know about the group until they landed. There were several aircraft and many anti-aircraft weapons being set up.

Amongst the group was the 307th Tactical Air Defense Squadron. They were comprised only of what seemed like outdated helicopters. They flew the Mi-10K and the Mi-12. While they were physically old, they were outfitted with the very best electronics equipment. They were carrying missile tubes, to be placed underground, and "The Tree" radar systems.

The missiles were the ADFX-5 'Geyser'. They were nearly hypersonic, and guaranteed to go faster than any enemy aircraft in the known world. That did not, however, mean that they were guaranteed to take them out. Since the start of the XADFX missile program, they were striken with failure. But now, they were outfitted with more powerful sensors.

"The Tree" radar system is basically an apparatus that looks like a tree, but contains 3 radar systems, each capable of tracking 10 aircraft each.

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Full Force List

40 Mi-10K (307th TADS)
40 Mi-12 (307th TADS)

80 Mi-24 Hind-D (851st TADAS)
80 Mi-28 Havoc (851st TADAS)
80 AH-66 Comanche (851st TADAS)
80 CH-47F Chinook (851st TADAS)

20 Su-37 Flanker (67th TADFS)
20 Su-47 Firkin (68th TADFS)
20 MiG-29 Fulcrum (68th TADFS)
20 F-35A Lightning II (62nd TADFS)
20 F-22 Raptor (62nd TADFS)
20 F-117C Night Hawk (62nd TADFS)

20 Il-76 Candid (204th TADTS)

6,000 4-Tube ADFX-5 Sub-Surface Rocket Launchers
2 Extender Relay Units (disguised to look like bushes)
10 "Tree" Radar Systems
10 88mm 'Big Boy' AA Cannons
900 57mm AA Guns
575 40mm AA Guns
550 37mm AA Guns
490 35mm AA Guns

160,000 Feet in the Sky...

Many thousands of feet in the sky, at the edge of space, flew twelve aircraft. They had no markings, no indications of their origin.

These were the advanced EB-180 Stargazers: a high-altitude stealth bomber/attack aircraft.

And the people flying these aircraft were members of Wilhelmsborough's Royal Air Force.

"Colonial!"

"What is it, Major?"

"I was looking at the situation in the Pacific through the scopes. It looks like the Blubs and their allies are finally making a second attack on Hatarian China, sir."

The colonial smiled. "Excellent, Major Atkinson. Perfect timing. This means that Hataria and its ally Axis Nova will more than likely be using spy and weapons satellites against them. We've seen it happen before. What's the situation up in space, Rowen?"

A second voice came in.

"Major Rowen here, sir. I'm definately tracking activity in the lower regions of the atmosphere. I've managed to weed out commercial satellites and shuttlecraft with the Ladar system. I crossrefenced what was left with spy/weapon satellite designs, as well as the designs used exclusively by Hataria and Axis Nova. Sir, I believe that I have the locations of most, if not all, of their military satellites over the Pacific."

"What about the ones that aren't in the Pacific?"

They may come into orbit eventually, but until then, there's no immediate threat from them."

"Excellent job, Major. Are they tracking us?"

"No sir. The stealth is holding up, and we still have those radar scramblers as a redundancy."

Major Atkinson spoke up again. "Sir, the satellite positions have also been locked into our targeting computers. Do you wish us to open fire?"

"No," replied the Colonial. "Transmit the coordinates of the satellites to our headquarters in New Caledonia. Make it a highly encrypted transmission."

"Aye sir." replied the Major.

But the Colonial wasn't finished. "Include my personal request that these coordinates be immediately transferred to military personnel of the Blub Empire and its allies."

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Wilhelmsborough Royal Air Force Headquarters, New Caledonia

The computer operator snapped into action as an encrypted data transmission came in. He unlocked the file. After quickly reading the contents inside, and realizing their importance, he called to his superior.

"General! I think you should take a look at this, sir!"

The Brigadier General walked over to the computer operator's terminal. "What is it Sergeant?"

"Sir, I just recieved a transmission from Colonial Mullen's squadron! It contains the positions of Hatarian and Axis Novan spy and weapons satellites across the Pacific Ocean!"

The disciplined General's eyes widened in shock. "My Gods! That's incredible!"

His face hardened. "But we're not at war with Hataria, what good is this to us?"

"The Colonial also sent a request that we send this information to the Blub Empire and their allies, sir. What should I do?"

The General thought about it for a few minutes before turning back to the Sergeant.

"Send the information. Doesn't do any good for us to sit on it. Hopefully they can put it to good use."

"Yes sir. I'm making the transmission now!"

The operator reencrypted the message and sent it to the military headquarters of the Blub Empire, Questers, and Asgarnieu.

With hope, they would take full advantage of this new information.

Radar Vehicle 38:

Cigarette smoke filled the interior of the vehicle as the three-person crew crowded round the screens to watch the aerial battle develop...

The message was recieved.

There was no way that the Asgarnians would use this knowledge against the Axis Novans, yet.

The Asgarnian forces waited for the others to get the message...

Bump

lol!!!1! bump1!! :p

As the Blub aircraft continue to race towards the Axis Novan fleet, the Peregrines pursuing them fire more missiles, and more are vectored in. As they come within missile range of the fleet, missile bays snap open and even more air to air missiles spew forth.

Any that manage to dodge the gauntlet of munitions will soon find itself under fire from medium range air to air missiles, Ra QCLs, and Raptor Kai maser arrays...

Destroyers rocketed through the atmosphere, their Radars questing for targets, any target. Areas of scrambled returns were considered to be suspicious, and a few birds would be launched at each. Only a few missiles were being saved for the battle with the Novan airships, and they could afford to waste some against non-existent threats. The third or fourth time they launched against a fuzzy return, no one was quite sure which, several missiles seemed to acquire targets and streak towards an opponent that was, as far as anyone could tell, not even there.

-Miehmish Mainland, somewhere in the western pacific-

For the first time in generations an entire Miehmish Corps was being deployed to battle. Every transport they could scrape together was being used for the airlift to Demonic territory. Even so it was going to take days to move five full divisions, plus the extra artillery that had been included to aid in penetrating the Hatarian defenses. The first soldiers were already airborne, having only been waiting for the first nation bordering Hataria to give them a stage point through which they could invade.

*cough* Reply. I'm an involved party, and no way is your "cold plasma" going to hide you from heat seekers.

ooc: assuming this hasn't all been ignored to death

IC:Begin Message
Admiral Jackson, 1st FRF, proceed to Blubland at maximum possible speed. Will be joined by 2nd FRF en route, 4th AF and 7th CF upon arrival, all to fold under your command.

Orders are to protect allied and neutral assets at all costs. If enemy initiates contact, give fire. Pursue at your discretion. Sink or take as prize any/all enemy fleets.

Auth. Code: 40-236
WARNING: CODE WILL BECOME INVALID UPON RECEIVING MESSAGE
Terminate Message

So that's it then? Admiral Jackson crumpled the dispatch and threw it in the incinerator. The fleet had been mobilizing for over a week now, and the endless streams of sailors and soldiers had finally begun to ebb.

He took a step out of the bridge house and gazed out across the harbor. Beneath his feet, the mountainous bulk of the Battleship Leader Carranda upon Tyne began to stir, dockside cranes manipulating the enormous steel cables binding her to the moorings. On the horizon, he could see the rest of his fleet forming up, a second Battleship Leader towering over the other ships of the fleet. And I'd hoped for a quiet evening with Sarah and the twins...

"Admiral!" A Lieutenant stepped lightly through the doorway. "We have news from Sophia Base. NES Daniel Forrester is having reactor troubles and will be unable to accompany us. Escort Carrier NES Dragoon hull number one forty seven is being scrambled."

It would figure that we'd be going without half of our heavy air support. "What else is in the area, Lieutenant?"

"Only another escort carrier from Seventh Carrier Fleet. Hull number one-fifty one... NES Anabelle Cooper"

"Inform the captain that the vessel is now under my command as per orders. She will launch with us and provide supplementary air support. I want this harbor empty in two hours." Two escort carriers to replace a full fleet carrier? We'll only have one platform capable of launching the big birds... "Dismissed officer." He gazed out at the rest of the fleet, conscious of the slow movement of his own vessel. Good way to start the day....

Begin Transmission
To: Whomever it may concern, Blubland
From: Admiral Jackson, NE 1st FRF
We are casting off presently, bearing *NSEW* at twenty eight knots. Orders to protect friendly assets. Will arrive shortly.

BE ADVISED, we lack complete air support. Please provide all convenient air support to assist.

Damn, what a day.

OOC: I assumed that a week of silence might give Hataria the hint that until he starts responding to attacks, I'm not going to continue. Guess he didn't get the hint. AN, kindly explain to your friend that failure to respond = end of RP.

OOC: I was busy with Chellis Thread.

OOC: I was busy with Chellis Thread.

OOC: For ten days? And you STILL haven't replied here to these attacks.

OOC: For ten days? And you STILL haven't replied here to these attacks.

OOC: He was somehow being miss by my attacks against his Fleet............even Guided Missiles were Missing Him (I would call that godmod but I have been forced into RPing with him or I get Blacklisted by a few people who are also Godmoders.)

...but I have been forced into RPing with him or I get Blacklisted by a few people who are also Godmoders[sic].

And you aren't a Godmodder?

He who lives in a glass house shouldn't throw the first stone...

OOC: Well. This is over. I'd like to say thanks to those of you who showed up to play, and well... Hataria, with your reputation, a lot of people here don't even want to RP with you or give you a chance.

Lots of folks told me I was crazy for starting a RP with you. But I said - hey, give him a chance.

Looks like they were right, and I was foolish for investing my time into RPing with you. For a while there, it almost seemed like you'd pull it off (And when I say "pull it off" I mean "Not start ignoring people") and be able to put up a good RP. Instead, you decided to start ignoring attacks people made on you, then claimed you were "busy" somewhere else.

Thanks a bunch for wasting my time.

OOC: Well. This is over. I'd like to say thanks to those of you who showed up to play, and well... Hataria, with your reputation, a lot of people here don't even want to RP with you or give you a chance.

Lots of folks told me I was crazy for starting a RP with you. But I said - hey, give him a chance.

Looks like they were right, and I was foolish for investing my time into RPing with you. For a while there, it almost seemed like you'd pull it off (And when I say "pull it off" I mean "Not start ignoring people") and be able to put up a good RP. Instead, you decided to start ignoring attacks people made on you, then claimed you were "busy" somewhere else.

Thanks a bunch for wasting my time.


I didn't waste your time, I have been Busy with Real Life.

I didn't waste your time, I have been Busy with Real Life.

OOC: While still posting other random topics and other posts?

OOC: While still posting other random topics and other posts?

OOC: Good question, Clan. Off-topic, have you checked out Elite Arms?

Hataria has a life? WTFMuffins?!

Hataria, you are full of it. If you have been so "busy", why have you posted tons of time in other threads? Just stop lying...

Hataria has a life? WTFMuffins?!

Hataria, you are full of it. If you have been so "busy", why have you posted tons of time in other threads? Just stop lying...

Don't flame.

Stop me. Besides, I wasn't flaming. I was stating my opinion, which is my right. If you don't like it, don't read it...

Stop me. Besides, I wasn't flaming. I was stating my opinion, which is my right. If you don't like it, don't read it...

OOC: that was flameing and I wouldn't talk back to Axis Nova if I were you.......

Oh and if you talk to Dephire, Tell him I would like to talk to him when he is online.

1) Stop talking.
2) Not flaming.
3) Not scared of AN, so STFU and DIAF.

I'll tell Dephire to TG you on NS. I don't know if he'll respond, though...

Stop me. Besides, I wasn't flaming.Yes you were, and yes I will. You get two weeks too.


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