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Yafor/Varsola, I hope you don't mind me doing this. If you don't want our war to start here disregard this and I will let you post first; I felt that this was appropriate due to the last message you sent to the Department of State and Foreign Affairs. Also, I hope it doesn't look like I took too many "liberties", but nothing is definite in terms of the stealth stuff, so we can discuss it. Leave something for me in the War of Golden Succession Index, since I will be out most of tomorrow.]

Killia, The Imperial Republic

~From the High Seat of the God-Emperor, Dahagagorashk the Mighty, Lord of the Six Rivers, Protector of the Tombs of the Faithful, Guardian of the Paths of Justice, Bearer of the Scepter of the Willing, and Leader of the Upper Council of Corporations~

You dare insult He Who Lights The Heavens? How can you bear it? How can you do so? It is your own grave that you have dug and now there is no way for you to get out. Why are you killing yourselves, oh people of "Kill"? Why do you do this to yourselves? You will be destroyed by the wrath of the God-Emperor, you will be destroyed by His anger, and by His hate. You were warned to change your policies, but you did not heed the warning. Instead, you have embarked on your course of destruction. Your stupidity is astonishing. Now you will suffer the consequences. It is only right that this lesson will be your last lesson - the final lesson before the judgment at the hands of the God-Emperor Himself.

It will be war. This is the decree of He Who Lights the Heavens. It will be war and you scum of the land of "Kill" shall be extinguished like the insolent pests that you are - destroyed and slaughtered. You will die, all of you, wiped out and ended. There shall be no more mention of the traitors of humanity, those who are not fit to stand upon the same earth as He Who Lights Up The Heavens. This is your last time to survive.


The Secretary of State and Foreign Affairs, Allen Johnson, walked straight into the Presidents office. Normally he would knock before entering the president’s office, but the document he carried in his left hand could not wait. Johnson forcefully pushed open the double doors that led into the president’s office and as soon as the doors had closed, they made a noise which made the president raise his head from the document he was currently reading. When the president had looked up from the document he was reading, he immediately saw Johnson standing over his desk and a half smile and half look of surprise crept over his face. Revello decided to break the somewhat awkward silence and spoke first, saying with a hint of humor,

“Pleasant seeing you here Allen, so when did you decide to stop knocking?”

Johnson’s stone cold serious face did not change expression. Normally he would jest with the president, but time could be running out. Johnson tossed the document on the president’s desk. It skidded a few inches and landed exactly where Johnson wanted it to. Revello saw the serious manner of business that Johnson executing and picked up the folder, opened it, and read the communication carefully. Whatever disposition Revello was in had immediately changed to a mix of shock and anger. Revello’s joking manner had been immediately changed into a manner of business like efficiency. The Imperial Republic, HIS republic, would not be disgraced like this.

“When did this get in Allen?”

“Just a few moments ago” Johnson replied, “I personally tried to handle this matter, but I didn’t expect this type of response. Diplomacy doesn’t look like its going to work here especially since I assume we aren’t going to back down?”

“Of course we aren’t Allen. If this nation of Varsola isn’t going to respect our sovereign rights, and threaten us, we have to take action. If I am correct, they are our neighbors to the south right?”

“Yes Mark. I can’t say we have had much contact with them though, and I am surprised they have come out of the woodwork over something like this.”

“Assholes usually do. From what I am looking at, they are quite serious about war. We cannot take this lightly. Get the joint chiefs in the “War Room”. Something needs to be done.”

“Gotcha.”

Presidential War Room, One Half Hour Later

The air in the war room was heavy. A somber mood reigned over all the men huddled around the main table as the president explained the situation that Johnson had made apparent to him. All the men in the room knew where the discussion was going; it was going in the direction of war. Though all the men knew this, they also knew that they couldn’t let their beautiful country be caught of guard.

After Revello had explained the situation to all the men in the room, options started to be discussed. After a few short moments of heated conversation, diplomacy was pushed off the table. Revello and a few of the joint chiefs had seen the communication sent to the Department of Secretary of Stand and Foreign affairs as a direct declaration of war, while other men saw it as a only as a threat. However they viewed it was irrelevant because both parties easily came to the conclusion that all military forces should be activated.

Activating nearly eight million men’s worth of divisions wasn’t going to happen in a snap though. The only real forces that were available for immediate combat and at full working capacity were the Killian Rapid Reaction Infantry Forces. That was their job though, as the Killian Rapid Reaction Infantry Forces were the ever vigilant true protectors of The Imperial Republic. However, the Killian Rapid Reaction Infantry Forces weren’t enough, in terms of manpower, to defend a nation of four billion for an entire war. It was decided that as soon as the joint chiefs left the meeting currently taking place, they were going to do their best to activate as many units as possible as fast as possible.

All the men huddled around the table knew the situation about activating units and that topic was discussed and over with almost as soon as it had started. The topic more important than that, and the issue that subsequently followed, was preemptive defense measures. With Varsola bordering The Imperial Republic on the southern border, everyone was in unison that most of the available units were to be sent to the southern border as soon as possible. More important than protecting the southern border was protecting the major city of Hailia. It was one of the largest cities in the nation as well as the largest city in the southern region. Any Varsolan general with a brain could figure out the strategic importance of Hailia, and that taking that city would be a real blow. After some discussion about Hailia, the most powerful military men in the nation decided that the city would be heavily defended and fortified.

Most of the defense conversation was wrapped up within an hour. As most military oriented conversations went, the subject shifted from defense to offense. All the men could agree that the communication sent to The Department of State and Foreign Affairs was threatening; however they couldn’t agree on if it was a declaration of war or not. The discussion on whether or not it was a true declaration of war had turned to a heated discussion and started to go in circles. Finally, Revello stood up and spoke.

Gentlemen, we are already in a state of war with quite a decent number of nations in our own FUCKING region, so who is to say that this isn’t a ploy from a sympathetic Havenite nation to invade us and take us out of the war we are currently in? we cannot ignore this. We all can agree that this is a threatening letter, threatening war on KILLIAN soil. I cannot stand idly by as your indecision only burns up more valuable time that we already don’t have. I sure as shit don’t want to take chances with this. We have to act first, and we are going to act first.

Revello looked at the joint chief, the one who commanded the Killian air forces, and spoke again and said,

You, get all air units activated at once. We are taking preemptive actions against this country. I will not take the chance with a tin-pot dictator or emperor or whatever the fuck he claims to be. This is OUR republic, and I will be damned if it falls. So, get all air units up and running. Get intelligence to them on the locations of the four closest Varsolan air fields and the four closest major Varsolan military bases. We already have this intelligence so let’s get to planning here boys. If they attack us as a result of this preemptive strike we are about to plan, most of us were already sure that they were going to anyway. If this strike brings them to diplomacy, so be it. Also, get all air corps units to start patrolling the skies and cover our boys if they get into a jam on the way home. Lets get work with this boys.

The men in the room looked down. The final decision had just been made for them. One of the men stood up and activated the holographic battle map. The satellite data on Varsola was then brought up. Everyone started the discussion of the pre-emptive strike.

It was time for The Imperial Republic to take action.

4th Bomber Wing Air Base, Outside of Hailia, The Imperial Republic

The air base was a mass of activity and movement. Orders from the one of the highest levels of the military had just been received, and the commanding officer of the base was going to be sure they were going to be carried out. To carry out the orders, pilots and aircraft were being scrambled to the airbases runways. If one were an observer of the activity taking place in the base, they would see an impressive array of bombers and multi-role aircraft being towed to runways. After the chosen aircraft were towed to their respective runways, fueling and munitions crews rushed to them and started fuel the bombers and fighters while munitions crews loaded them with their lethal cargo.

This entire process was repeated until the appropriate amount of aircraft was ready to commence their mission. With all the aircraft fueled and armed, the fueling and munitions crew scattered like ants to their hangars as signal men began to take to the runways. Pilots began making their final checks before they began to taxi to their assigned runways. As soon as they made it to their runway, they began following the directive waves of the signal men.

With everything completed the waiting fighters and bombers were finally sent off to do battle. The first aircraft took off at around 0340 hours, and it was a GLI-34 Albatross Heavy Bomber. The GLI-34 Albatross Heavy Bomber was a product of The Golden Throne, and it was a very expensive piece of equipment. The price tag it carried was worth it though because it was designed to be a stealth bomber. The effectiveness of the stealth was going to be tested in the coming engagement. After the first bomber took off, it took about twenty five minutes for the rest of aircraft to be scrambled into the dark dawn sky. In total thirty-two bombers, and sixty four multi-role aircraft took off.

As the entire aircraft began their climb to their assigned cruising altitude, they began to branch off to their different target routes. A total of eight targets were going to be attacked, with a total of twelve aircraft attacking each target. Four GLI-34 Albatross Heavy Bombers and eight GLI-76 Falcons were assigned to each target. Each set of aircraft was following the same operational flight plan. Each of the Falcons was flying low altitude missions to clear the way for the bombers. The Falcons were flying at their super-cruising speed, with their IR suppressants working furiously to mask their heat signature. The pilots were flying low, and slow enough to be silent enough for the radars not to detect them. However, this was not a definite. The bombers were flying an opposite route, taking a high altitude approach. The bombers IR suppressants were also working furiously to mask their approach. Hopefully, the incoming attacking force would be hidden from radars until it was too late.

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After being in the air for nearly two hours the pilots were finally coming up on their targets. There were eight targets in total, with four being Varsolan Air bases and four being major Varsolan military installations. To their knowledge they were still undetected as they started making their final attack runs.

All the attacks on the runways and military bases were followed in the same similar way. The low flying Falcons finally turned on their targeting computers, which immediately put them on the radars of the enemy planes and SAM stations. Their detection would come too late, if of course they weren’t detected already. The targets on the Falcon’s radar screens were finally locked onto, after about thirty seconds of the targeting computers finalizing and sending the data to the missiles in the weapons bay. The missiles finally came roaring off the pylons of the internal weapons bays, and screamed off to their targets outside, and within the bases. After they committed their attack runs the pilots ignited their afterburners and screamed for home. As the fighters committed to their runs, the bombers followed suit of the fighters and turned on their computers. They too became targets for the SAM sites and any Varsolan aircraft in the air, however they didn’t care too much as it was time for them to release their payload. As the bombers had the final targets and data loaded to their bombs, their Bomb-bay doors opened. The nearly sixty thousand pounds of munitions fell out of the four bays on the Albatross. The JDAMs headed to the ground, adjusting the fin stabilizers to make sure they were dead on target. It was ironic though, that with the combined four bombers, most of the targets would be obliterated before some bombs got to the ground. It was carpet bombing with smart bombs. After the attack run, the bombers sped up to mach 5 and headed for home.

Hopefully the mission had accomplished its objectives; to put a dent in Varsolan air capabilities, as well as slow down any possible mobilization the Varsolans would put into an invasion of The Imperial Republic. After the attack, no one knew if the objectives were completed, but the next satellite pass would inform everyone.

The ball was now in the Varsolan court.

OOC: Feel free to describe how much damage I cause with my planes and AA guns - I don't expect it to be much. I take a few liberties with my post as well, contact me if you are confused, I have advanced only about a mile or close. Sorry about the autos I'm doing and if you have a problem with it, contact me and I'll edit accordingly.

The Skies Above Northern Coastal Varsola

The pilot slowly wrestled with his plane, cursing as it refused to agree with him. This was the trouble with these used things, he thought suddenly, that they refused to work, especially when it was necessary for them to do so. This was why the Varsolan military had committed to buying only new things, from now on. Of course, the planes that would be involved in the first real action of the war would not get weapons that were good and new. Only the Killians deserved that. Or some such nonsense that had been spouted off by the government and the corporations. It didn't matter.

He was interrupted, as were the planes around him, by crackling voices over the intercom. "Intercept planes!" the voices roared at him, "Incoming attacks!" Clear points of location were relayed after this information and the pilot quickly switched several switches in response to this information. If the Killians were indeed attacking, it was his duty to the God-Emperor (and to the money that really controlled the country) to defeat them in the air. At least that was what the official propaganda said. So he would do it, if only to get discounts on certain essential items.

The pilot's plane (along with the rest of the planes of his squadron) reared forward and sped towards the retreating Killian planes. Grabbing one of the levels next to him, missiles sped out from under the wings of his plane, targeted towards the Killian planes in front of him. Varsolan planes around his one were doing similar things. Below, anti-aircraft guns were firing in rapid succession at the Killian fighters and bombers. Several airbases below were smoldering, destroyed by Killian bombs, but most were still fine, with infantry bases and installations also unharmed. It appeared, to the plane's pilot, that the Killians had failed in what they were trying to do. But that was only his opinion and, according to the probabilities, he was wrong. But what mattered was that, hopefully, they were winning. From what he could see, Killian damage was not severe.

The Palace of the God-Emperor, Kalizadyrynko, Varsola

The curtain twitched, but did not open. It was forbidden for it to open. To look upon the face of the God-Emperor, Dahagagorashk the Mighty himself, was not allowed. It was an archaic rule, but most rules in the ancient and decaying country, old rules were the only ones that were respected. The Voice of the God-Emperor, the unnamed man who spoke what the God-Emperor wished was proudly standing next to the ornate curtains, facing the representatives of the Upper Council of Corporations, the true money in the country. The real power in Varsola lay in the hands of this group of men and women who stood in a circle, discussing matters of business. The God-Emperor was powerless. Many suspected he did not even exist.

"They have destroyed the twin airbases around that city - what's it's name on the northern border," the representative from Skythar Corporation, the massive air and ground supplier and transportation conglomerate was saying. One of the men from his entourage supplied the name of the city and he went on. "Also that one to the west. We have reports of damage to several infantry installations in the area as well. I thought you said that they would not be ready for an attack!" He turned, rounding on the representative of the telecommunications and electrical company LightCorp. The other man reared up and faced him, his mouth wide open in anger.

"As far as I can see, we still stopped them! Nonetheless, our armies are in position and they do not know that! What have we done that is wrong?" The LightCorp representative did not like being put on the spot, but the Skythar representative was unlikely to take it off. "What did you do wrong? You lost lives! These are people who could have been workers, soldiers, supervisors, taxpayers, and so much more! You are a fool!" The Skythar representative nearly had a gun in his hand, or would have had one in his hand, if there was a law against it in meetings of the Upper Council. It would have been clear to any present why.

"Calm down. It was the stern voice of the Voice of the God-Emperor. "Whatever has happened, it has happened. Forget the past. We must plan for the future. Who is commanding the invasion force?" One of the representatives from one of the smaller corporations piped up quickly. "I believe that Major General Jonathan Rianthe is commanding the invasion force. He has a talented Field Commander of his, a certain Bradley Janes, as the leader of the vanguard." The Voice of the God-Emperor nodded, and then faced the rest of the men. Peeking behind the ornate curtains, he spoke slowly. "It is the order of the God-Emperor that we do all we can to destroy these who insult Him and His. Of course, we also have a profit in this correct." The wry smile on his face remained as the room was vacated by the representatives.

Operation: Maelstrom - Phase 1
The Varsolan-Killian Border

Field Commander Bradley Janes stood at the edge of the Varsolan encampment. Close to one and one half million soldiers were edging their way towards the Killian border, with close to millions more en route to the area. The entire force was under the commander of Major General Jonathan Rianthe, but the exact invasion force, the force that was meant to lead the way, to open the path, to break the borderline was under his command. According to his rank, he was only allowed to lead 162,000 soldiers, but the other Field Commanders were reporting to him, instead of the Overcommander in the area, who was theoretically the real leader. That was how Bradley like it. He was a hands-on, field fighter, who enjoyed control, especially when considering that when he was in control, his soldiers always succeeded.

His forces were sluggishly advancing towards the border. The Killians had made the first move militarily and it was necessary that the Varsolans responded in a like manner. The barbed-wire fence that marked the Varsolan-Killian border stretched for miles in the north, occasionally interrupted by a checkpoint or two. Relations between Varsola and HailandKill had never been close, but they had always been cordial. This was about to change. Hordes of Varsolan troops had been trained, equipped, and had been placed in their positions simply for this moment. They had been prepared for war and it was war that they were going to get.

The border posts erupted into spouts of dust and flames and the barbed wire fences were simply run over as Varsolan tanks and infantry moved into southern HailandKill. No matter how good the Killian Rapid Reaction Infantry Forces were, there was no way they could have stopped the Varsolan army, especially under Bradley's command, at the border. The main matter of import was to get as many troops over the border as possible before the Killians could get troops into the area and begin to fight them. Tens of thousands of Varsolan soldiers, prepared to die, marched across the Varsolan-Killian border, trampling over their own soil into the soil of the people who had so insulted their God-Emperor.

Meanwhile, mechanized divisions, with Field Commander Bradley Janes on board, sped westwards toward the city of Hailia. If there was to be a battle in the area, then it was to be at Hailia. At the same time, ships moved out from the island area of Varsola, looking to capture the island east of HailandKill, and Varsolan air forces, their capabilities damaged to an extent due to the early Killian response to their declaration of war, tried to provide air cover for the advancing Varsolan army, though it was to be difficult.

[size="1"][OOC: Im assuming that you’re pursuing aircraft would meet up with the larger numbers after chasing down and shooting down some of the pilots making the surprise attacks. However, this is an assumption and if you want we can keep up that battle outside the main air battle that I am waging/going to wage (see the interceptor section). Also, in the artillery and helo attacks in the “Hailia” section I am using fluid time and those attacks are taking place after the aerial ones, as well as taking place when your advancing army comes into range]

Presidential War Room, Killia, The Imperial Republic

The president, the joint chiefs, the Secretary of State and Foreign Affairs, and the National Security Advisor all sat around the holographic projection of the real-time image of the advancing Varsolan army; the holographic image of the developing battle was provided by continual satellite coverage. The highest military men in The Imperial Republic had watched the Varsolan army cross The Imperial Republic’s southern border without a hint of a fight. However, these men huddled in the confines of one The Imperial Republic’s well kept secret had already decided not to meet the Varsolan army as they crossed the border; if the Varsolan’s believed that the Imperial Republic was going to fight them in the lowlands of the south, they were sorely mistaken.
After watching the enemy army progress through the southern region of the Killian homeland, the men in the war room were talking about various plans and attack routes that they could implement. Though they had already decided not to fight the advancing army on the ground in the flatlands, it didn’t mean they weren’t going to fight them at all. The men huddled around the table had decided that the Varsolan army was going to pay, in serious amounts of blood, for every inch of Killian soil they took.

To make them pay for the valuable land that they had taken, the men in the war room had already drawn up plans to ravage the advancing army from the air. With the pre-emptive strike that The Imperial Republic had taken, which had severely put a dent in Varsolan air capabilities, the men in the room knew that The Imperial Republic could take air superiority and launch hundreds of devastating sorties on the army. With the National Killian Air Corps ready for action, as they were ever vigilant defenders of enemy aerial threats, some sizable amount of forces could be thrown at the enemy. On top of the National Killian Air Corps, a good amount of regular Killian Air force bases were up and running, ready to do battle with the enemy.

With every aerial unit that was activated taken into account, the final aerial plans were wrapped up. The orders were sent out immediately after they were finalized, and the men shifted to the strategy of ground defense. With ground defense in mind, they all knew that the well mechanized Varsolan infantry had the advantage at the moment, as they were on the flatlands of the south. The Killian strategists knew that the Varsolan infantry would set out to capture Hailia, and they also knew that the mechanized infantry of Varsola would be useless in the city. It had been decided that the Killian armed forces would make their stand at Hailia. All available units or at least all the units that were at one hundred percent man power were being sent to Hailia.
Everything else after the ground defense was wrapped up in approximately forty five minutes. The plans were set, and most of the officers and men in the war room were satisfied with what they had planned. They were determined to win, or they would die trying; the men in the war room were adamant in their stance to not lose.

Skies Above The Southern Killian Border

The aircraft returning from the surprise attack on the Varsolan homeland had just crossed over the Killian-Varsolan border back into the safety of national skies. However, the pilots of the Falcons were not out of the woods yet. They were being pursued by enemy fighters, and already the Falcon’s had lost some of their numbers. The Albatross’s, however, were already landing back in their airbase due to the high speeds they could reach. Though the speeds they reached were able to get them to safety quicker, they had lost six of their own directly after their attack runs. The six bombers were claimed to anti-aircraft fire and surface to air missiles before they could scurry off to safety. This was war though and it was to be expected to take some casualties.

The GLI-76 Falcon’s still had to get to safety, and to do so they were going to need help. They were going to get help though, because lurking in the high altitudes of the sky were Ka-66 “Falcon” aircraft. The Ka-66’s waiting to strike couldn’t have prevented the loss of fourteen GLI-76’s that already been shot down, but they could prevent more Killian pilots and aircraft from meeting their doom. This was their plan though, and as soon as the enemy aircraft had come into visual range the stealthy aircraft lit up their computers. As soon as their computers were online their stealth aspects were immediately compromised. It would not matter much though because the Ka-66’s spent no time in launching their AAMRAAM missiles at the enemy. The missiles streaked off towards the enemies they were locked onto. The pilots of the Ka-66’s turned tail after they fired off their missiles. The attempt to save their fleeing comrades was to scare the pursuant enemy aircraft off of their buddies, rather than kill them directly. Some of the missiles would probably find their targets though.

The entire cadre of Falcons limped home. The enemy had claimed a few more pilots before and even after the Ka-66’s came out of the sky. For now it didn’t seem like the enemy had continued their pursuit, but if they did the combined pilots would turn around and engage them. Hopefully though, the pursuing aircraft would meet up with the aircraft screening the advance. Whatever their choice was, the pilots would be ready.

The losses inflicted on the GLI-76’s were bad but not irreparable. They enemy would pay now or later though.

1st Killian Interceptor Wing

Much like every other air base in The Imperial Republic, the 1st Killian interceptor wing was ablaze with activity. With orders coming down from the highest levels of the military, every man felt the importance of the upcoming missions and sorties. The upcoming missions and sorties were apparently happening very soon, because aircraft were being towed to the runways and immediately prepped for battle. Fuel was loaded into the aircraft while air-to-air missiles were fitted on the external pylons of the aircraft. No expense was being spared in the missiles chosen; only the best were being placed on the pylons.

For the mission about to be flown, thirty Ka-12 “Lightning” aircraft were being prepped for battle. The Ka-12 was an interceptor with a top speed of over mach two point five. An aircraft with a high top speed was chosen for this mission because time, as with every battle, was of utmost importance. Despite that the main characteristic of the Ka-12 was its speed, it also was a good air to air warrior; however, the Ka-19 “Thunderbird” was chosen to assist with the mission that the thirty Lightning aircraft were about to undertake because the Thunderbird was a true air-to-air combatant; twenty of the Thunderbird aircraft were going to be sent on this mission.

All the aircraft that were going to be sent into the skies were finally prepared. The first aircraft to be launched were going to be the Ka-19’s. The Ka-19’s were towed to their appropriate as well as designate runways. The pilots had watched the men signaling them, and when the men signaling them extended their arms with their signal batons they ignited their afterburner and took to the skies. The same process occurred and was repeated with the Ka-19’s. When all aircraft were launched into their national skies the pilots brought their aircraft to their operational ceiling.

While at their operational ceiling, the aircraft were flying magnificently fast. Pilots had programmed the last known coordinates of the enemy aircraft, which was given to them before they left, into their computers. From the data programmed into the computer, the computer calculated the aircrafts speed and gave an estimated time until the Killian pilots would encounter the enemy. When the estimated time to contact had reached five minutes, the lead pilot had ordered for the men to activate their targeting computers. The computers, after being turned on, had immediately picked up the enemy aircraft giving cover to the advancing army. The pilots had spent no small amount of time picking one of the “blips” on the computer screen and assigning a missile to be fired at the “blip” that was chosen. After being in the air for nearly an hour, the first missiles dropped of the pylons and screamed toward the enemy in the air. Most pilots fired two or three missiles from their higher altitude before they were on top of the enemy pilots. As soon as they were on top of the enemy pilots, vicious dog fights began to ensue. The Killian pilots were hoping that they had thinned the number of enemy aircraft with their missile attacks as they began to unleash their twenty five millimeter auto cannons on the enemy.

This battle would be one that decided the victor of the Killian skies.

4th Bomber wing, Outside of Hailia, The Imperial
Republic

With the surviving Albatross bombers safely tucked into their hangars and being reloaded with weapons and fuel, other aircraft were being taxied to the runways to commence more missions. However, the aircraft being taxied to the runways this time was not a mix of bombers and multi-role aircraft, but rather just multi-role aircraft. Specifically the multi-role aircraft were again the GLI-76 Falcons. The Falcons were being armed with Air-to-Ground missiles as well as JDAMs; both were specifically designed to attack armored vehicles and could put a dent in the enemy armor.

After the Falcons had been armed, fueled, and ready to commence their sortie they took off into the dawn sky. The Falcon pilots had been given up to date intelligence on the location of the advancing Varsolan army and were given an estimated time until they would have to engage them. The Falcons, on this sortie anyway, were flying a low altitude mission and their speed was also kept below mach one so their heat signatures would not comprise the surprise of their attack. The pilots, and the attack coordinators, had also believed that flying a low altitude would make them less vulnerable to losses since the majority of Varsolan aircraft were tied up in fighting and fighting off the attack that the interceptors were making.

After flying for almost an hour, the lead Falcon pilot spotted the massive armor column advancing towards Hailia. The lead pilot, after spotting the enemy, turned on his targeting computer; after the lead pilot turned his computer on his comrades followed suit. After the computers were on, the largest armor targets were chosen to be fired upon by the Falcon pilots. After each pilot had an armored target, or a set of armored targets, their air-to-ground missiles rippled off their wings and towards the enemy armored column. Most pilots launched most of their missiles as they flew over the armored column. The pilots that had not been shot down as they passed over the large column banked and started to re-fly over the column. Those re-flying over the column dropped their JDAM bombs on clusters of armored vehicles and infantry. If any of the pilots had dropped all their munitions before making it completely over the column, they strafed the enemy with their autocannons.

After the attack was over, the pilots not lost to ground, surface to air missile, and flak fire ignited their afterburners and sped home. They would have to hope they weren’t being pursued.

Hailia, The Imperial Republic

All throughout the abandoned and evacuated southern parts of the city, Killian infantry men were preparing to do battle. Killian rapid reaction forces were setting up anti-armor and machine gun nests everywhere throughout the southern sections of the city. Most of the southern sections of the city had been evacuated and the Rapid Reaction forces were using any building or obstacle they could find to set up something that would inflict more casualties on the enemy. The Rapid Reaction forces were not the only ones ready to create havoc on the enemy, as a few mechanized and Rapid Assault Infantry divisions were able to be brought to the city. The combined forces were carefully planning their defense.

The combined forces were only near three quarters of a million men, which was only roughly half of the Varsolan attacking force. However, with the hell that the aerial sorties were giving to the enemy, hopefully the numbers of enemy men that would successfully make it to the Killian city would be cut down some. Also, the Killian soldiers prepared to make use of the city’s terrain to defeat the superiorly numbered enemy.

In terms of the defenses being set up, tanks were being placed in heavy numbers throughout sections of the city. Any major points of intersection and possible bottlenecks had tanks barrels aiming at them. Also, artillery divisions, and the infantry’s heavy mortars, were being set up in the city so they could provide supporting fire as well as reign down hell on the enemy soldiers. Killian soldiers themselves were being placed all throughout the southern sections of the city with most men being stationed in buildings and windows; these men were ready to unleash a hailstorm of lead on the invaders.

After a lot of manual labor and backbreaking work, most of the defense was finished as well as it could be in a few hours. Men were finally placed in their hiding positions, and tanks were now waiting to fire their shells. Everyone would have to play a waiting game.

3rd Killian Mobile Artillery Division, Inside Hailia, the Imperial Republic

The 3rd Killian Mobile Artillery Division had finally set up their weapons and artillery pieces in the center of the sprawling city. Setting up three hundred artillery pieces was not an easy task, but the men who set them up them were not going to get a break because the men who set them up would also be the ones firing them as well, and orders had just come down to begin raining their shells on the advancing enemy.

Shells began to be loaded into the breech of some of the artillery pieces, while missiles were loaded onto the racks of others. The whole loading process took nearly twenty minutes since the shells and missiles being loaded were not the lightest of objects. When the shells were loaded, the operators began putting the coordinates into the computers of the artillery pieces. The coordinates chosen would put the fired shells into the flatlands of the south, and right into the front of the advancing army.

With fire control wrapped up, the first artillery piece went off. The artillery piece sent a shockwave of hot wind and sound through the concrete walls of the city. After the first piece belched its munitions into the sky, the other artillery pieces chimed in with their own sound. The combined noise of two hundred and fifty artillery pieces was deafening, and heard throughout the city. The only noise worse than the artillery pieces was the noise of the MLRS systems sending their rockets screaming into the sky. The combined noise was horrible as it rang through the deserted streets of the city. The combined artillery pieces kept their firing pace up for an hour, with the shells being aimed at the front of the enemy advance. When the artillery stopped an eerie silence hung over the air.

5th National Helicopter Strike Wing

The eerie silence that hung over the Killian city, after the artillery had stopped firing, was quickly exterminated by the sound of helicopter blades slicing through the warm air; the thirty five RoLu-21.A Boneharvester Attack Helicopters were the aircraft responsible for this noise. The helicopters were on a fast track towards the advancing Varsolan army, to help thin the numbers of armor and infantry that would make it to the city.

The helicopter pilots were coming in fast and low, streaking barely over the buildings of the city. After the helicopters cleared the city limits, they dropped about another thirty feet in altitude to get lower and closer to the enemy they were about to attack. Most of the pilots saw the large column before their weapons systems could get targets. The pilots were astonished at the thousands of tanks rolling across the plains with ease.

However, their astonishment wore off quickly as the weapons systems began alerting the pilots they could fire off their rocket pods. With the enemy targets finally locked onto and the missiles ready to fly off towards the enemy, the pilots steadied their craft and readied them to fire. The first missiles began to rip off the stub pylons about forty minutes after the pilots had taken off from their base. Each of the thirty helicopters fired off all of their sixteen MN.12.B fire and forget anti-tank missiles at the enemy. The missiles left a disgusting amount of contrails in the air. After the pilots had fired all of their missiles off of the rocket pods, they kept their fast, swooping pattern and unleashed their 30mm triple barreled chain guns on the tanks and infantry alike. The chain guns would do their own damage as they ripped off thousands of rounds. After only seven minutes of the chain gun attacks, the helicopters banked and fully accelerated towards the safety of the Killian front. As they crossed back over the enemy, some of pilots kept their chain guns firing until they were out of ammo.

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Hopefully the Killian plans had disrupted the Varsolan ones.

[OOC: Just a reply to tell you that I'm RP'ing with this nation again, and I intend to get a response up this week (though you know how unreliable I am).]