Liberation of the Clandonian Virgin Islands (ATTN: Clandonia; Blackhelm) [Archive]

Blackhelm Confederacy

20-04-2007, 22:59

Claudius Griffincrest looked at the request from The World Soviet party with surprise. TWSP, an old enemy,was now requesting support. Perhaps it was a trap? If it was not, however, and was a genuine plea for help, than a valuable market would be tossed aside. A meeting was called of the board of investors to discuss what the course of action would be. It seemed that the First and Second fleets of the Corporate Security Fleet were residing idly off of the coast of the nation of ThePeoplesFreedom. These ships were too far away to be able to make it back to the Confederacy before the invasion without being intercepted by Coalition forces en route, so they decided to stay near the now friendly waters.

With the fleet was one of the best Admirals that the Confederacy, and perhaps the world, had ever seen. Admiral Lucius Ironclaw strolled along the decks of the flagships, the GNS Luxuria. A messenger ran up to him with the news of deployment just as the Admiral lit a cigar. A smile began to spread across the mans face and he soon hurried up to the bridge. Immediatly, the order to move out was given, and the two fleets began to steam at top speed towards the Clandonian Virgin Islands.

The fleets were both large fleets, meant for the invasion of entire nations, not just these islands. It seemed that they would be something of overkill, but this did not interest the Admiral. The flagship of the Second Fleet, a slightly small Kraken by the name of the GNS Gula sat in the middle of its own fleet. They sailed parralel to the First fleet, and between the two fleets a massive box of Rajput class destroyers and Um al Maradim assault ships were made. Behind them were the Chieftain Class pocket battleships, than the Homeland Class battleships, then the valuable Forrestal class carriers, loaded to the brim with F-14's and Su-15's. Behind that box was several dozen arsenal ships, each containing hundreds of missiles, and behind them, in the dead center of the fleet, was the Luxuria. Scattered throughout the fleet were hundreds of fleet tenders, supply ships, hospital ships, and assault ships. This was quite the formidable opponent for any force.

The Silver Sky

20-04-2007, 23:00

OOC: It would be interesting, despite blackhelm's country being isolationist and under invasion by me and my allies, and I doubt that Griffencrest would help, as they are also under threat.

The World Soviet Party

20-04-2007, 23:20

After recieving the Confederacy's agreement with the terms, the Soviet Navy and the Army got ready to leave at a minute's notice, the following ships were called back into the home ports to recieve fuel, ammo and supplies for the long journey and battle that lay ahead (OOC: Invasion Fleet ORBAT):

Duke Class BTN (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=12468658&postcount=1) x 1
-T.P.S. Red October
Indestructable class Aircraft Carrier (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=8708897&postcount=112) x 1
-T.P.S. Warrior
Aquilifer-class Command Carrier (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=12048115&postcount=33) x 2
-T.P.S. Piett
-T.P.S. Lord Alexander
Indomitable Class Trimaran-Hull Battleship (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=8739969&postcount=14) x 4
-T.P.S. Mars
-T.P.S. Caesar
-T.P.S. Zeus
-T.P.S. Spartacus
Erschoff Class Guided-Missile Destroyer (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=8739992&postcount=16) x 6
-T.P.S. Victory
-T.P.S. Red Dawn
-T.P.S. Jorge
-T.P.S. Bergstein
-T.P.S. Chromoy
-T.P.S. Ethel
Blowpipe Class Attack Submarine (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=8740037&postcount=18) x 3
-T.P.S. Neptune
-T.P.S. Abyss
-T.P.S. Dark Tomorrow
Champion Class Fleet Carrier (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=8739951&postcount=13) x 1
-T.P.S. Thunder
Magna Casa Class Ballistic-Missile Submarine (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=8740037&postcount=18) x 2
-T.P.S. Bringer of Doom
-T.P.S. Alexgrad
Meyers Class Guided-Missile Frigate (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=8740007&postcount=17) x 4
-T.P.S. Oracle
-T.P.S. Caldwell
-T.P.S. Salathiel
-T.P.S. Luluville
Advance Class Guided-Missile Cruiser (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=8739975&postcount=15) x 6
-T.P.S. J0N
-T.P.S. Beaver
-T.P.S. SMID
-T.P.S. Heuston
-T.P.S. Gustavich
-T.P.S. Napalm
Bergstein Class Light Frigate (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=12331908&postcount=41) x 10
-T.P.S. Marx
-T.P.S. Chuikov
-T.P.S. Zhukov II
-T.P.S. Aszenmil
-T.P.S. Masala
-T.P.S. Olivo
-T.P.S. Martinez
-T.P.S. Giraudo
-T.P.S. Barreto
-T.P.S. Trejo
New Socialism Class Battleship (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=12417719&postcount=205) x 5
-T.P.S. Socialism Prevails
-T.P.S. The Northern Baltic
-T.P.S. Ackistan
-T.P.S. Trivalvia
-T.P.S. Clandonian Defeat

Clandonia Prime

21-04-2007, 00:05

Southampton Town, Clandonian Virgin Islands

The exclusive holiday destination of the Virgin Islands far away from the Clandonian homeland, the island was a favourite for the middle and upper class holiday makers in search of the sun. As well as holidaymakers the island was a favourite for the corporate set, the lucrative tax free living made it a the centre of Clandonian offshore banking. The large banks held Clandonian Government Gold, the stuff that gave the Crown economy in check and regulation. The island chain was of interest to the government who wanted to apply taxes, previous attempts had brought rioting which lasted for several days and killed several Clandonian servicemen.

Some time on, the island was booming in business again as the cruise ships docked unloading the passengers who swarmed over the tax free shops the governor watched the province from the his house. Noting the Clandonian Lion Class destroyer leaving, the new HMS Southampton had docked to celebrate its her twinning with the colonial settlement. The ship had put in to the Royal Clandonian Naval base to rotate the marine guard and offload supplies. It returned home after giving a salute with its front gun to the delight of the gathered crowd as the a small floatila of yachts escorted it out of the harbour. No one in the Clandonian Ministry of Defence view the islands a likely target due to their remoteness and no strategical reason. The small two hundred marine contingent of the Royal Clandonian Colonial Marine Force and the twenty F/A 401 Bird of Prey fighter bomber aircraft of 7th Virgin Island Air Squadron were the sole defence of the island along with the newly flown in Khan missiles for protecting the island from hostile naval forces.

The islands long range radar had monitored shipping within a radius of two thousand miles through a combination of satellites and spotter aircraft. It was late evening, the evening sun setting around six o'clock due to the equatorial position. The watchman typed in the log, No unusual activity as of 23.15 Local Time resuming the observation of the radar and computer screens. The marine contingent enjoying their weekend leave in the bars and pubs of Southampton, back onto the helicopter back to their barracks on the military zone by 3 am were the orders.

Governors House, 0200 Local Time

The governor was up late typing the report to send to the Foreign and Commonwealth Office regarding tax revenue, a mundane and dull task with the amount of non-tax payers on the island. Sipping the Clandonian Whiskey he kept in the study decanter adding some ice, even at night the heat was around thirty degrees centigrade due to the high pressure over the chain, the humid sticky feeling had crept indoors even with the air conditioning system. The guards outside patrolling, nodding to the governor as he stepped outside, the troops in tropical combat 95 gear with night sights patrolling the grounds of the house and its large gardens.

"Evening sir." Said one of the sergeants.

"Evening Pete, quiet night?"

"Yes, weathers been ghastly last couple of days, weather man says it will be over soon."

Just as the man finished the moon was obscurred as the storm clouds rolled in from the North, the smell of rain was in the air for the big storm.

"Sounds bad."

"Yeah... Want to come in for a whiskey and a smoke?"

"Why of course sir, my men could do with some coffee."

"I will see the cook gets them some refreshments."

OOC: Map for reference, firstly Blackhelm are you not being invaded as your group is rather large, I would prefer if you limited the numbers bit as its a bit excessive for a 'company' which echoes TSS's comments.

http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v338/madnukedude/?action=view&current=ClandonainVirginIslands.png

The World Soviet Party

21-04-2007, 22:45

CSI (Central Soviet Intelligence), Red City, The World Soviet Party

"Agent Petrov, Agent Gonzales, your mission will be to enter the Clandonian Virgin Islands and contact any form of resistance groups you may encounter. You'll be posing as citizens from thr Catholic Commonwealth of Saint Hillarie, we'll give you passports, books, clothes and even food from said nation. Understood?"

"Yes, but, wont the Clandonians suspect, or make checks?"

"Doubtful, Saint Hillarie is a small and backwards nation, we dont think they'll bother"

"Okay"

"Now go, your plane leaves at seven"

The agents were promtply taken to the airport, their new names would Alexander Johnson and Marina Johnson, husband and wife in their honey-moon, who had to chose to visit the caribbean paradise of the Clandonian Virgin Islands.

Clandonia Prime

21-04-2007, 22:59

Southampton Airport, Customs and Arrivals

The charter aircraft touched down in the sunny paradise, from the Catholic Commonwealth of Saint Hillarie the passengers filed off the aircraft. Waiting in line as the Clandonian HM Customs and Excise officers checked their passport and creditionals before entry was granted, a stamp in the book an the details of the person added to the electronic database. Two people a man and woman came to the desk, the officer asked the usual.

"Length of stay and purpose of visit please?"

In the arrival area armed colonial marine guards stood to attention with their new DR-83's next to the Clandonian flag and the picture of the King.

Clandonian Naval Intelligence Station, Victory Island

"The Soviet fleet has now departed the station and appears to be on a course home, the only concern is their way they are going it makes no logical sense in terms of distance."

"Well they are communists."

The two men chuckled before moving onto the next image and its geographical location on the satellite stills.

"Odd way I know, nearly twice the distance as it takes them through the tropics I don't see anything for us to be concerned with as there's nothing of Clandonian interest that way really, the odd cruise and merchant ship."

"Yes, its oddly suspicious just keep a watch and check the listening and ground station on the Virgin Islands."

The document was rubber stamped before being added to the latest defence situation which the Minister of Defence Lord Carington was supposed to read. Sadly neglectful of his ministerial duties as he entered the knocking shop on Kensington Road for his weekly 'massage'... Much of Clandonias media attention was on the situation regarding the events in the Bay of Clandonia calming down which was being portrayed as victory for Clandonia against the Bolshevik menace with the mass funeral for the men killed in the loss of the destroyer. No one knew the events that were to come...

The World Soviet Party

21-04-2007, 23:26

Clandonia Prime

21-04-2007, 23:46

The man handed in their passports while his "wife" answered the questions.

"Tourism, we'll be staying two weeks in the 'Beach Inn', by the way, do you know any good pubs or clubs around town?"

The customs official was unamused, what were these people thinking? Looking through the passport everything looked correct as it passed the electronic reader taking down the number and noting the immigrants intended visit purpose.

"Sir I am a customs officer, not a tourist information advisor the people at the Tourist Information Office will be glad to help you, please enjoy your stay."

"Next!" Ordered the next person to come to the desk handing the paper work and passports back to the two people.

Turning to the guard behind, he said "Bloody foreigners."

St Peters Bar, Southampton Town

The small back street bar was donned with communist and socialist propaganda, Hammer and Sickles attached to the war and red flags. The music blurring out the jukebox sounded like a Marxist rally. The men sat the bar sipping the glass of vodka reading the communist newspaper The Red Star. A man in sun glasses with a goatee beard walked in nodding to the barman and the other customers, he carried a small piece of paper what appeared to be a Clandonian Royal Mail Telegram.

"Comrades!" The man spoke to the gathered men, they all knew each other this was a meeting of the Virgin Island Revolutionary Unit.

"Our Soviet socialist brethren send word of a aid to help us free us from the bourgeois imperialism of the Clandonians!"

"Hmmm." Said the barman as he cleaned a glass with the tatty looking rag.

The speaker lit a hand rolled cigarette with a match.

"They speak the truth, we must act now and avenge the dead of the riots against the imperialists, women and children killed in cold blood!"

"We must alert the others and send a reply back."

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Secure Telegram:

To: The government of The World Soviet Party

From: Clandonian Virgin Islands Revolutionaries

Socialist brethren we hear your call, we ask you to come to our aid with a military operation to free us. We send details of the locations of the imperialistic Clandonian personal, their guard shifts and the details of units and equipment. The island arc is lightly defended, a small task force would achieve success quickly and with little resistance. The local population will be won round, dissenters would be quickly eradicated with a dictatorship of the proletariat led by a party vanguard.

The World Soviet Party

21-04-2007, 23:56

The customs official was unamused, what were these people thinking? Looking through the passport everything looked correct as it passed the electronic reader taking down the number and noting the immigrants intended visit purpose.

"Sir I am a customs officer, not a tourist information advisor the people at the Tourist Information Office will be glad to help you, please enjoy your stay."

"Next!" Ordered the next person to come to the desk handing the paper work and passports back to the two people.

Turning to the guard behind, he said "Bloody foreigners."

St Peters Bar, Southampton Town

The small back street bar was donned with communist and socialist propaganda, Hammer and Sickles attached to the war and red flags. The music blurring out the jukebox sounded like a Marxist rally. The men sat the bar sipping the glass of vodka reading the communist newspaper The Red Star. A man in sun glasses with a goatee beard walked in nodding to the barman and the other customers, he carried a small piece of paper what appeared to be a Clandonian Royal Mail Telegram.

"Comrades!" The man spoke to the gathered men, they all knew each other this was a meeting of the Virgin Island Revolutionary Unit.

"Our Soviet socialist brethren send word of a aid to help us free us from the bourgeois imperialism of the Clandonians!"

"Hmmm." Said the barman as he cleaned a glass with the tatty looking rag.

The speaker lit a hand rolled cigarette with a match.

"They speak the truth, we must act now and avenge the dead of the riots against the imperialists, women and children killed in cold blood!"

"We must alert the others and send a reply back."

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Secure Telegram:

To: The government of The World Soviet Party

From: Clandonian Virgin Islands Revolutionaries

Socialist brethren we hear your call, we ask you to come to our aid with a military operation to free us. We send details of the locations of the imperialistic Clandonian personal, their guard shifts and the details of units and equipment. The island arc is lightly defended, a small task force would achieve success quickly and with little resistance. The local population will be won round, dissenters would be quickly eradicated with a dictatorship of the proletariat led by a party vanguard.

The two tourists moved down to check the Information booth, and get a couple of fliers on bars, night-clubs and book-stores. The man, however, went straight to the atention desk and sat down to wait for someone to come.

SIC:

Secure Telegram:

From: Us

To: Clandonian Virgin Islands Revolutionaries

Thanks comrades, your help wont be forgotten, as of the moment, two of our agents are investigating the islands and are ready to make contact with you, just send us the address of your meeting place and they'll be there.
By the way, we'd also like to arm you so you'll be able to assist us, is there any place where we can securely drop weapons and supplies?

Clandonia Prime

22-04-2007, 00:11

SIC:

Secure Telegram:

From: Clandonian Virgin Islands Revolutionaries
To: The government of The World Soviet Party

We have weaponry and munitions but no where in the region of tactical nuclear weapons and armoured personal carriers like the Clandonian imperialists. Supply drop is not advised due to the sensitive nature and the high SAM coverage. Tell your operatives to go to the St Peters Bar, Southampton Town. It will be recommended by one of our own at the Tourist Information Centre at the airport as 'a good eatery and traditional island vodka bar'. We advise you cease contact this way and use your agents as the communication to avoid eavesdropping.

Tourist Information Stand, Southampton Airport

The doors to the taxi stand were outside as passengers entered and exited at the joint arrivals and departures area. The tourist information stand stood in the middle, the tropical heat smell out of the open doorway very prominent. The sympathiser of the group wasn't what they called a 'True Clandonian' he belonged to the ancient ancestry who had lived on the island long before the Clandonian annexation as part of its colonial ambitions.

"Hello sir." Said the attendee as he moved to the man who he had been instructed to meet.

"Can I interest you with a traditional complimentary meal and drink in the Old Town?"

Hinting with the blinking of his right eye that he was the person they were supposed to meet up with.

The World Soviet Party

22-04-2007, 01:29

SIC:
Tourist Information Stand, Southampton Airport

The doors to the taxi stand were outside as passengers entered and exited at the joint arrivals and departures area. The tourist information stand stood in the middle, the tropical heat smell out of the open doorway very prominent. The sympathiser of the group wasn't what they called a 'True Clandonian' he belonged to the ancient ancestry who had lived on the island long before the Clandonian annexation as part of its colonial ambitions.

"Hello sir." Said the attendee as he moved to the man who he had been instructed to meet.

"Can I interest you with a traditional complimentary meal and drink in the Old Town?"

Hinting with the blinking of his right eye that he was the person they were supposed to meet up with.

The agent nodded at his partner who smiled and kept shuffling through the fliers. Agent Petrov turned again to face the attendee, smiling, his contact had been described as "native", and this person surely met the specifications.

"Why. yes, I was wondering if you could recommend a good place to eat and maybe have some vodka and the likes, if you know what I mean."

Clandonia Prime

22-04-2007, 01:53

The agent nodded at his partner who smiled and kept shuffling through the fliers. Agent Petrov turned again to face the attendee, smiling, his contact had been described as "native", and this person surely met the specifications.

"Why. yes, I was wondering if you could recommend a good place to eat and maybe have some vodka and the likes, if you know what I mean."

"Ah yes." Nodded the agent.

"I know just the place, its a traditional bar place called St Peters Bar in the Old Town." Handing the man a map of Southampton. "You can get a taxi from outside here, the fair will be about ten Praetonian Crowns I will get a taxi called up for you right away if you want."

The World Soviet Party

22-04-2007, 19:42

"Ah yes." Nodded the agent.

"I know just the place, its a traditional bar place called St Peters Bar in the Old Town." Handing the man a map of Southampton. "You can get a taxi from outside here, the fair will be about ten Praetonian Crowns I will get a taxi called up for you right away if you want."

"Oh, thank you, and please, do call us that cab"

Alexander Johnson got up and shook the man's hand before going over to pick his "wife".
As the man had said, there was a cab waiting for them outside, they got in.

"To the St. Peters Bar, please"

Clandonia Prime

22-04-2007, 19:47

"Oh, thank you, and please, do call us that cab"

Alexander Johnson got up and shook the man's hand before going over to pick his "wife".
As the man had said, there was a cab waiting for them outside, they got in.

"To the St. Peters Bar, please"

The taxi arrived in the Old Town, the traditional houses from the first days of colonial inhabitance. The bar had a flag pole outside, the red flag with the hammer and sickle fluttering in the sea breeze. A few battered pickup trucks were parked up on the dirty car park with its 'Patrons Only Parking' sign. The taxi driver drove off after being paid by the tourists, the midday heat starting to rise up from the pavement with the tropical birds singing with the hum of air conditioning compressor units.

The World Soviet Party

22-04-2007, 19:56

The taxi arrived in the Old Town, the traditional houses from the first days of colonial inhabitance. The bar had a flag pole outside, the red flag with the hammer and sickle fluttering in the sea breeze. A few battered pickup trucks were parked up on the dirty car park with its 'Patrons Only Parking' sign. The taxi driver drove off after being paid by the tourists, the midday heat starting to rise up from the pavement with the tropical birds singing with the hum of air conditioning compressor units.

The couple looked at the old building, it looked moldy and like it would fall down at any moment, still they entered.
The strong scent that hit them, almost making the fall over, was a mix of Vodka, Beer and man-sweat. Fighting to regain conciousness, they went over to the bar and sat down.

"Martini, shaken, not stirren, and my wife will have a Vodka with lemon"

They turned around to face the clients.

"So, I assume you guys are the revolution?"

Clandonia Prime

22-04-2007, 20:13

"Welcome to our Soviet comrades in arms!" Said the bearded man as he pulled them up a chair and set two glasses down on the table and poured the clear liquid from the bottle of what could only be assumed as vodka. The sound of the old jukebox blurring out an old Clandonian socialist anthem from the days of President Urkov.

Another man approached in the tatty uniform of the Royal Clandonian Merchant Navy. Carrying several rolled up pieces of paper and laminated card, unrolling a large map onto the table using an ash tray and the vodka bottle to stop it from curling back up.

"OK, this is the map of the island chain from what we can gather, the restricted area is market out by navigation buoys warning people away. There currently are less than a thousand Clandonian service personal around four hundred marines, handful of aircraft and light armour. Nothing more, the roads aren't suitable for tanks and most travel is done by boats."

"Their troops are poorly ready, this is classed as a non-operational tour the closest they get to combat is a bar brawl on Friday night." Said the bar keeper, still polishing the glass.

"Yes comrade, the other island is restricted mostly for training and ordnance testing. There is the occasional ship in now and then, around two fighter bomber aircraft that are mostly in the open. We know their patrol routes, what times they have to back on the helicopter home at the weekend. We have weapons, with your governments backing we could overthrow them and have their base smoking and their flag burning with that treacherous, corrupt governor hanging from a tree!"

The World Soviet Party

22-04-2007, 20:20

"Good, we shall tell our goverment about this"

Agent Petrov started photographing the maps with a small spy-camera, while his "wife", Agent Rodriguez kept talking to the revolutionaries.

"You have to understand though, that we want this take over to as bloodlessly as possible, specially on the civilian side, we do not want to come as conquerors, bu as liberators.

That said, does your movement have a propaganda arm? You know, fliers, maybe a clandistine radio or something? that could come in handy to win the people's hearts and minds.

On the organizational side, we would be willing to provide you with weapons, like we said before, and supplies, you still sure you dont need them?"

Clandonia Prime

22-04-2007, 20:39

The World Soviet Party

22-04-2007, 20:53

"Half the people here wouldn't care, as long as the drink, money and its sunny they wouldn't notice regime change if it shot them in the arse."

The barman pushed out a long large box and the bearded man opened it grabbing an assault rifle.

"We have weapons." As another person picked up a hand held anti aircraft missile launcher, putting the cigarette into his mouth dangerously near to a large amount of high explosive. "I plan to take a helicopter down with this one." Patting the rocket launcher.

"So comrade when does to the fleet arrive?" Asked the bearded man.

"The fleet will depart as soon as we transmit this information, we'll stay here to coordinate operations.

In fact, while my partner here sets the radio and stuff, I'd like to tell you people about the general plan.

Basically, we'll need you to stage a fake attack away from the Capitol, as to divert troops, then, our boys will disembark and capture the Governor.

Then we'll hold free elections, leave you enough equipment to defend yourselves from any invaders and leave. We do not plan to take the islands for ourselves, and if you ever have any trouble with invaders you'll be able to count with us, understood? is all this okay with you?"

Clandonia Prime

22-04-2007, 21:06

"We have been planning for a while, the weekly helicopter back to their base when they've been out on the lash. It would take platoon out of the equation leaving the small contingent at the governors house who would rush to the crash site leaving the house defenceless. Only another few actual combat troops, the rest can shoot but are mostly logistical personal, radar, communications and weather forecasters."

"So when do we move?" Asked the barman.

The World Soviet Party

22-04-2007, 21:37

Navy HQ, Red City, TWSP

"Give the order to get the fleet moving, we just got the information we needed"

"Aye aye sir"

Suddenly, the ships in the port roared to life as they started moving towards their new destination, the Clandonian Virgin Islands.

St Peters Bar, CVI

"Okay, the navy just left port,s they should be here in about 2 or so weeks, they'll let us know before time so you guys can take down the chopper"

OOC: Next post is two weeks later.

The World Soviet Party

22-04-2007, 21:59

Two Weeks Later, The People's Ship "Red October" (Duke Class BTN)

Admiral Roskovsky sat in his comfy leather chair, overlooking the seas. The waters were pale blue, you could almost see through them, and the wheater was warm and humid, already, his crew had changed to their summer uniforms and the smell of human sweat filled the ship from top to bottom.

"Send the order to Agent Petrov, tell them to shoot down the helicopter, tell the carriers to ready the fighters for ground attack, I dont want the Clandonian Air Force around bothering."

"Aye aye Sir"

Clandonian Virgin Islands, Communist Hideout

The radio crackled to life, waking up the Soviets in the process, still tired, Agent Petrov got out of his bed and picked up the mic.

"Yeah, Johnson here"

"Hello Agent Petrov, this is Admiral Roskovsky, commence operation 'Lightbulb of Freedom', over"

"Uhm... roger that, over and out"

He turned to his partner, who was sitting on a shaky, wooden chair behind him.

"Go tell our Comrades, they have work to do."

Mer des Ennuis

23-04-2007, 06:02

Three Days ago

The MDN “White Dawn” drove gracefully across the South Atlantic, putting the cold blue waters behind her at a comfortable 30 knots. Built from a Montana-class battleship, the “White Dawn” was possibly the most luxurious Yacht in the Sea of Troubles. Funded primarily through graft and kickbacks as a token of “good will,” the age-ed hull had seen many isles and lands as the preferred mode of transport by the Arch Arsonist, General Adam Wincenty, the man who now sat in his private study, built just under the bow. Three pirate vessles, including an Arleigh-Burke, had met their doom under her many 155mm guns. The 16 inchers hadn’t even been needed.

General Wincenty sat at his chair, watching the dolphins jump ahead of the ship’s wake, a glass of victory scotch in hand. The communist rebellion had come to a stall, and a cease fire was signed. Public opinion had never been higher, and all was peaceful throughout the land. He was tired, and needed a break.

“Margret!” he called into his intercom, “Do you know where Katica Neza is?”

“Sir, the AdmMG is sunbathing by the Stern Pool.”

Half of the Arch Arsonist’s cabinet had taken residence on the ship, including the other two chiefs of staff of the Guard, all in need of dire R&R.

“Please summon her, we need to restock, and I don’t think the southern relief effort will like sparing a Wave-class.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He took a swig of the amber liquid, and called up a maritime chart on one of the displays, detailing major ports of supply.

“Greetings Admiral, have a seat” he said, motioning towards a leather chair. Admiral of the Maritime Guard Katica Neza was a short brunette in her late thirties, and wore a floral sarong and a matching bikini top. She was quite attractive.

“What can I do for you, sir?”

“Well Admiral, I feel the boys are in need of some shore leave, and I’d like to hit up a real beach for a change. I’ve taken the liberty of pulling some possible ports of call up, and, as the ranking naval officer on the ship, I’ll let you do the honors.”

“Well, South America has been undergoing some turmoil. We could try the Clandonian Virgin Islands, the port of Southhampton is rather nice. My chief of staff recently briefed me on possible Havenic threats, and we are on speaking terms with most of Clandonia’s allies. Quite frankly, a visit to one of their more-backwater colonies might be good, and their beaches are, quite frankly, to die for.”

“Security won’t be an issue then?”

“Hardly sir.”

“Thank you Katica.” He gave an easy salute, which she returned. Her hips swung a little more noticeably as she walked out. After finishing his glass, he hit his intercom button again.

“Margret?”

“Put me through to the helm.”

“Yes, Sir.” There was a click, and then a male answered. “Yes, Sir?”

“Skipper, we’ll be taking a respite in the Clandonian Virgin Islands, in South Hampton. We’ll resupply. Tell the men they’ll have a week of shore leave.”

“Indeed, sir. We’ll arrive by dusk tomorrow.”

Wincenty terminated the connection, kicked his sandled feet up, and poured another scotch. For the first time in as long as he could remember, he smiled.

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To: Clandonian Virgin Islands Colonial Authority
From: Ennusian International Relations Directorate
Re: State Visit

Greetings! The MDN “White Dawn” battle-yacht would like to make port in the city of Southhampton as an impromptu state visit. The Arch Arsonist of Mer des Ennuis is onboard the ship, along with several members of the cabinet. Your Virgin Islands are renowned for their beauty, and are among the most peaceful in the region. We would like to dock the “White Dawn,” give the sailors and staff a week of shore leave, and explore the beauties your island has to offer. We will arrive in a day and a half’s time.

Regards,
Viktor Krzysztof
Director, International Relations
“Fear Ensures Loyalty!”

The World Soviet Party

23-04-2007, 16:51

Confident that by now, the revolutionaries would have distracted the Marine forces, the first wave of landing craft left the fleet for the beaches of South Hampton, it comprised about five thousand troops, whose task was to storm the governor's palace and break any communications with the Clandonian mainland.

On the carriers, a group of about twenty F-28C Sea Eagles set off for the Air Force base, ready to strafe the grounded planes, destroy any communications equipment and leave before being recognized

Allanea

23-04-2007, 17:23

Special Order of the Allanean Air Force ALL-AA-456234-X

We must now relocate three Air Squadrons – the 456th Jumping Salmons, the 401st Richard Stallman, and the 146th Linus Torvalds – to the Virgin Islands, ostensibly for 'routine training'. The aircraft must be marked as visibly as humanly possible as Allanean aircraft, so they are not accidentally attacked by the Clandonians.

Further, have our pilots ferry 85 of our old-generation F/A-18 naval aircraft to the Virgin Islands. We're decommissioning them anyhow, so give them to the Clandonians.

They may need them soon.

Hotdogs2

23-04-2007, 17:36

Hotdian MIS, Central HD2

"Well colonel, seems set in stone to me, Clandonia's pissed off the soviets, and now we have them moving forces to try and threaten Clandonia to act.To me it seems like a stupid move, but of course if Clandonia was to be drawn into range of TWSP and their land based weapons and aircraft then perhaps there could be a massive defeat of their navy, leaving them open to invasion, even if it is by the soviets and their possibly poor military tacticians."

"Rubbish! Soviets are stupid, but not that stupid, you'd never get away with invading the Virgin Islands, there may only be a few troops stationed there, but im pretty sure its enough to cause quite some hassle for the soviets, they know the lie of the land, guerrilla tactics would hold back those invading for long enough for Clandonia to send proper reinforcements. No, that fleet is there to provoke the Clandonians to doing something they might regret. All we're going to do is to watch and sit tight, after all, nothings going to happen..."

Calizorinstan

23-04-2007, 17:46

On the Bridge of R.C.S Alpine 40 miles off the coast of the Clandonian Virgin Islands....

Cap.John Whittiker looked and saw 5 F-18 fighters fly over overhead, but he couldn't ID them so he called on the radio and said "THis is the R.C.S Alpine, a Russian built destroyer, who are those 5 F-18 flyboys who buzzed the bridge of the alpine, I am quite curious myself, if anyone knows who they are contact me on this frequency." He sat back down, and hoped that tonight they would be in the Clandonian Virgin Islands, having some good ole liberty.

Clandonia Prime

23-04-2007, 21:55

Downing Street, New Clanon City 2029 Local Time

The reports of an attack and the request for the birthing of the Ennuisian ship came in at roughly the same, for several minutes there was confusion if the ship had launched the attack but it ended when a satellite recorded the air attack from their ship.

"Sir we can confirm the base was attacked, unknown dead."

"This is a bloody outrage, they have got their war they have been bargaining for the last few months!" Shouted Sir Philips as he threw the reports down on the desk.

"Strike plans?" Asked the Interior Minister.

"We must issue a formal declaration of war and respond to our allies, the Ennuisians have been on good relations and could aid in the counter attack on the Soviet fleet." Spoke the Naval Attaché.

"That's a must, Admiral how long would it take for a task force to be assembled and what is our view on retaliation." Quizzed the Prime Minister biting on the Mont Blanc pen in his mouth.

"I was informed by the air force that they are preparing for the planned bombing campaign to attack the Soviet homeland with the destruction of their naval yards and to put one hell of a hole in their parliament building with a Falling Hammer bomb."

Southampton, Virgin Islands 1215 Local Time

The rebel leader stood in the grass area near the heliport on the beach area of the bar district. Aiming the hand held rocket launcher he awaited for the missile to arm as it shot out the back blast nearly knocking him down. The Merlin helicopter was down in no less than fifteen seconds, the three crew and the thirty or so passengers dead on impact as the fuel exploded. The marines watching the helicopter leaving from the governors house joking about their drunken comrades watched as it fell to earth illuminating the dark sky. The governor rushed out with the sergeant.

"What the bloody hell?" Then the rush of a super sonic aircraft and the distant boom and illumination of the naval base and airfield.

"Christ they took Fairemount and Brize!"

"We are under attack we must alert the defence force!"

"Communications are down sir." Spoke a radio man trying to get a signal on his now useless gear.

"What are we to do?"

"Telephones are out." Said the governor looking at the no service on his mobile and the dead line of the house phone.

Insurgents had took down the central telephone exchange shooting the marine guards of the post office. The mobile mast had its power cut, the air conditioning systems for the backup generators sabotaged burning out the computer systems causing a crash of the cell network.

"Rally any men you have and set out on foot for the civil defence, get as many as you can with guns, I think the Soviets are coming."

The horrified look on the face of the marines, the governors son stepping out only fourteen but ready to hold a gun with a G36K in his hand and a bag of ammo his mother had pleaded with her husband not to take him. This was for the King, the defence of sovereignty and the empire began...

TheKhan (http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/index.php/Khan_Class_Missile) Missile Defence battery on Longwinton Hill was normally used for test firing but today as the Soviet vessels came into range of the huge ICBM sized rockets the order was given to fire at will as the ten silos opened up firing the missiles at the larger of the Soviet ships including the Praetonian made Duke ship. The Clandonian government had warned the Praetonians not to authorise the sale of the vessel but now it was too late, it would face a fiery death as the ZMI made missile propelled itself as the segments separated ready for the final stage to boost up to its mach 11 hypersonic speed. The marines and citizens who had awoken from the explosions watched as the missiles streaked into the night sky before the sound of gun fire erupted on the streets between revolutionaries and the island defence force.

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Official Clandonian Response

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Open Statement:

At aproxitamtely 12.15 Local Time the Clandonian sovereign teritory of the Virgin Islands in the Mid Atlantic was attacked by the navy and special forces of The World Soviet Party. Following the emergency parliament session the Special War and Emergencies Order of 2004 was authorised by the office of the Prime Minister and the Lord Protector. The official declaration of war against The World Soviet Party for its unprovoked attack was made public at 14.00 Clandonian Central Time.

The time for diplomacy has passed, the continued harassment by the Soviets has built up over time legitimising this declaration of war every bit. Let it be known to the people of the Clandonian Virgin Islands will not be abandoned, you will be liberated from the socialist threat that has attacked you. We urge a resistance to begin against your oppressors and those that follow them.

God Save the King

Prime Minister David Sistilin

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Secure Communication to the government of the Mer des Ennuis:
From: The United Kingdom of Clandonia Prime Commonwealth and Foreign Office

Following the recent request for your birthing which we would of allowed the sovereign territory was attacked by a hostile elements of what appeared to be special forces and naval elements of The World Soviet Party. You are free to leave but you would likely be placed in danger, we ask as an ally that you help launch a counter attack with the little force we still have.

Reply as soon as possible

RCAF Brize Norton, Clanonshire

The large airbase home to the 4th Bomber Wing was a hive of activity as the order to mobilise the military was received across the nation. Call up papers were rushed out as the media attention surrounding the events prompted people to turn up. The retaliation was by order of the King and Prime Minister to sink every ship with the Soviet flag and for the battle plans drawn up years ago to be refreshed and used. An express rider hot from the whirring Augusta 109 ran to the base squadron commanders office saluting the guards as he carried the orders.

"Afternoon sir." Said the messenger as he saluted his superior tucking his hat under his left arm standing to attention handing over the papers.

"Good God." Spoke the officer as he read the executive orders. "Best get ready as he pressed the speed dial two button to the Operations Room.

"Hi there, order Alpha Tango Zero One Four Seven Nine is a go." As the officer at the end input the code into the computer database for attack plans. Retrieving it he was shocked as the orders were transferred to the sub terrain hanger units and wing commanders. The one hundred B-74 Shadowcaster (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=12197703&postcount=99) hypersonic bombers were some of the most expensive along with the twenty newly purchased Type 1000 Nuclear Powered Bomber (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=11984684&postcount=1673).

"OK gentlemen." Spoke the operations officer, passing the cigar box coincidentally made in the Virgin Islands. "As you all know our sovereign territory in the Virgin Islands was attacked by the Soviets."

"Your orders as the elite and most highly respected pilots and weapons system officers in the Royal Air Force. These orders here are from the King himself, signed personally for us to attack the Soviet naval yards and their capital Red City using the new Falling Hammer Bombs (http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/44045924/?qo=1&q=by%3Adoc-evilonavich&qh=sort%3Atime+-in%3Ascraps)."

The second officer was an intelligence officer wearing a navy uniform with the Sat Tel insignia, speaking in his public school boy accent.

"Your targets are to attack the fuel depots, dry docks and general dock areas with any ships either civilian or military. This will be the job of the B-74 strike team A which will comprise of around forty aircraft. The new Type 1000 aircraft will target their city, now I know this will be the first combat run but for the rest of the campaign to win back our islands we must send a message to the Soviet government to not excuse my language, fuck with us."

The pilots and officers laughed, it was rather unbecoming of such senior personal to use profanity.

"How much ordnance will be carrying?"

"The B-74's can carry one FH externally meaning they can't make the full suborbital run only 80,000 feet, higher than the Type 1000's at 68,000."

"The Falling Hammer is designed to destroy naval yards and command bunkers, you are using them on a dockyard of average size and in a urban area. We don't know if its enough or over kill but the ZMI representative on the phone called me a mad man, I took it as a good thing."

"Gentlemen this is your time, make you have God Speed as we look on the burning city's and docklands of the murdering Bolsheviks on the morning news of tommorow. Remember of the sailors of HMS Smithing and HMS November and remember the civilians and your colleagues of the Royal Clandonian Naval Fleet Air Arm with your marine comrades killed in cold blood on their day off. Let our prayers be with the civilians of the Virgin Islands and those Clandonian's who will bravely fight on."

"GOD SAVE THE KING!" Came the reply as the pilots shouted, emotionally charged from the prep speak given to them, the nationalism and the pride of King and Country brought together into one, an attack that would cost the Soviets dearly tonight.

Praetonia

23-04-2007, 22:35

Text of a note delivered to the Soviet ambassador in Kingston from the Prime Minister of the Crown Commonwealth of Praetonia

Sir,

Earlier this morning (CMT), it was relayed to His Majesty's Foreign & Commonwealth Office, through several reliable sources, including His Majesty's own satellite and ground intelligence services, that attacks had been launched by the Soviet navy against the Clandonian Virgin Islands, with the direct aim of seizing the islands by force. These facts have subsequently been confirmed by the Clandonian government, which has asserted its intent to defend its territory to the greatest degree that its present military strength permits. In the pursuit of this goal, His Majesty may be considered to be of one mind with King William VII on the throne of Clandonia.

It is known to His Majesty, and to His Government, that the long-standing animosity between Clandonia and the Soviet state cannot be attributed solely to either party. In the spirit of co-operation, and the desire to increase the peaceful puruit of prosperity throughout the world, His Majesty was willing to extend to the Soviet people His kindness, in offering free trade between our two peoples, and in agreeing to the sale of defensive materiel. It is surely then known to the Soviet Government, in turn, that His Majesty has pledged His protection to the people of Clandonia, and her lawful government. A pledge of this sort is not made lightly, nor is it made without solemn intent to fulfill it in times of need.

In acting as it has most recently, the Government of your country has betrayed the trust and friendship of the entire Praetonian people. The Commonwealth is now faced with the ignimonious predicament of watching helpless as guns manufactured in Praetonian factories are fired in anger against Praetonia's closest friends and allies. The severity and enormity of this insult upon the dignity of the Praetonian people and state is not only outrageous, but it is also intolerable. Moreover, it should have been anticipated from the outset that it would not have been allowed to pass unchallenged. If it was anticipated, but cast aside as an unimportant consideration, then the scale of betrayal that has been witnessed to today is magnified further.

Further to the special circumstances of this case, His Majesty's Government is neither willing nor able to accept the annexation of land that is the property of free peoples living under the just and lawful government of a free and democratic state by an aggressive force. To do so is to relinquish the rule of law in favour of the rule of force, and to allow anarchy to prevail over the orderly and proper conduct of civilised peoples. Clandonia, not only under the explicit protection of the Crown, is a constituent of the Free World, and thus demands by right the protection of her fellows against the imposition of an unwanted and unlawful foreign order. Without these values, the order of Free States that has been created these past decades is rendered meaningless.

Please to inform your Government that unless His Majesty's Government hears from them within the next two hours that Soviet forces are prepared to withdraw at once from Clandonian territory, and cease their attacks thereupon, a state of war will exist between us.

God Save the King.

The Rt. Hon. Sir Tiberius Polax, MP, PC

The World Soviet Party

23-04-2007, 22:41

OOC: Reserved for future post coz' Im busy right now.

Mer des Ennuis

24-04-2007, 00:29

“Someone tell me what the fuck is going on!” shouted Rear Admiral (lower half) Pierce over the din of the skeleton crew on the bridge.

“Sir, we have confirmed reports that the inbounds we were tracking were Soviet F-18’s, they’ve attacked a Clandonian military base, and we have conformation of a Soviet landing force to the south!” came the reply from a Lieutenant Jr. Grade.

The Admiral’s face drained.

“We are at Red Alert, beat to quarters!”

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Fifteen minutes later, the White Dawn’s 500 marine compliment was in the process of gearing up in full battle dress, and Gen. Wincenty sat in the sound proofed conference room.

“Do we have an update?” asked the Arch Arsonist. He was in full dress, having only left the ship an hour earlier.

“Sir, the Clandonian government has asked for our aid in defending the Virgin Islands; we have one of the largest warships in the area, and I believe that we have a larger marine detachment than the Colonial Authority does. They are asking us to declare war on The World Soviet Party” reported Director Viktor Krzysztof.

The Arch Arsonist sat, chewing on a large cigar he purchased from one of the natives.

“Klara, will the South approve, or will we have another fucking civil war on our hands?”

“No, Sir” replied the Director of the State Department, “The World Soviet Party refused aid to the rebellion, I doubt you’ll get much political fallout over it.”

“Director Krzysztof, done. Alert high command, we are at a state of war. Director Swietoslaw, kindly detain any Soviet citizens for immediate deportation from the mainland. I will respond to the Clandonians myself. In the mean time, I want any non-essential personnel off the ship, we will reinforce the city. Now, lets go.”

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To: The United Kingdom of Clandonia Prime Commonwealth and Foreign Office
From: Adam Wincenty
Re: The Virgin Island Incident
Ecliptic Curve Cypher Grade 1

The “White Dawn” and her compliment are at your service. As I write this, our force of 500 marines are arming up to defend the port city of South Hampton, and the White Dawn herself is available for fire support. We will engage the Soviet navy if necessary. The 3rd Carrier Battlegroup and the 5th and 13th Amphibious Assault Groups are being called off blockade duty to defend these Isles, and are prepared for a forceful entry. They will arrive in 3 days time.

I should warn you: many of the most powerful people in my nation are with me, and might present HVTs should this fact be discovered.

God help us.

-Adam Wincenty
General of the Home Guard
Arch Arsonist of Mer des Ennuis
“Fear Ensures Loyalty”

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Official Declaration of the Armed Republic of Mer des Ennuis

Realizing that The World Soviet Party has engaged in a reckless and unprovoked assault against the Clandonian Virgin Islands while the Arch Arsonist was attending to matters of state on the Islands, a state of war exists between The World Soviet Party and the Armed Republic. May their bodies rot in the streets.

“Fear Ensures Loyalty!”

The World Soviet Party

24-04-2007, 00:41

Mer des Ennuis

24-04-2007, 00:50

OOC: Arch-Arsonist is the supreme dictator of Mer des Ennuis, his title lovingly stolen from the title bestowed upon WH:40k Orcs who manage to set up an empire (rather than just a tribe).

The World Soviet Party

24-04-2007, 00:57

OOC: I'd say about 10,000 on the island itself and more waiting to land.

BTW, Internet fucked up and thus my edit was lost, but the Khans destroyed seven ships and critically damaged two.

List of lost ships is:
-Indomitable Class Trimaran-Hull Battleship, T.P.S. Mars [Sunk by the Royal Clandonian Navy]
-Indomitable Class Trimaran-Hull Battleship, T.P.S. Caesar [Sunk by the Royal Clandonian Navy]
-Bergstein Class Light Frigate, T.P.S. Barreto [Sunk by the Royal Clandonian Navy]
-Bergstein Class Light Frigate, T.P.S. Trejo [Sunk by the Royal Clandonian Navy]
-Advance Class Guided-Missile Cruiser, T.P.S. Heuston [Sunk by the Royal Clandonian Navy]
-Advance Class Guided-Missile Cruiser, T.P.S. Gustavich [Sunk by the Royal Clandonian Navy]
-Advance Class Guided-Missile Cruiser, T.P.S. Napalm [Sunk by the Royal Clandonian Navy]

My ships then countered with a barrage of cruise missiles and artillery against the silos.

Praetonia

24-04-2007, 15:25

RAF Uxbridge, County Uxbridge

Air Vice Marshal Sir Anthony Waldegrave sat at the head of a map table covered in schematics and models of Duke-class battleships. In an hour his squadron of six huge Sabre (http://z13.invisionfree.com/The_NS_Draftroom/index.php?showtopic=3005) space plane bombers would have to launch a raid on the Duke-class that had been so unwisely sold to the Soviets. Sir Anthony had ordered his ground crews to paint 'Sink the Red October!' in bold red letters on the side of each plane; a reference to the popular historical tale of the British effort to sink a much smaller and less intimidating battleship - the Bismark.

The campaign to sink the Red October had little real basis in military necessity. The battleship was not particularly useful to the Soviets in this situtation - her supercapital-grade guns were designed to destroy other capitalships, heavy fortifications and large concentrations of ground troops and tanks. In a battle against a sparsely defended island where the intention - or at least the pretence - was to invade on the peoples' behalf, her guns would be no use at all. Something far more important was an stake - symbolism.

The Praetonian people, from the King downwards, realised what sort of message Clandonians dying under Praetonian-built guns would sent. Even the ship's presence was a national disgrace and embarassment. Equally important, however, was that a vessel of the Imperial Navy was not seen to be sunk by a foreign power - even an ally. By sinking the Red October - the largest, the most advanced and the most powerful ship at the Soviets' disposal - a clear message would be sent of solidarity with the Clandonian cause, intent backed with ability to punish those who attack the King's allies and betray the King's trust and continued pre-eminence of the Imperial Navy.

"Sir!" Cried Waldegrave's second in command, Air Commodore Bernard Hewish, pushing back the fabric flap of the large tent's doorway. The constant drone of engine noise from outside suddenly rose to a roar, but dropped back as the flap well shut. "Good news from intel - the Soviets don't seem to have any high altitude SAMs."

"Good," Sir Anthony nodded, looking up from the papers on his table. "Three Hammers per bird, then?" The lack of high-altitude SAMs meant that they could carry out an intratmospheric run, reducing cost, fuel consumption and risk of accidents whilst bumping up the bomb load to over 300 tonnes.

"If Hammers will do the trick, Sir. Speaking of which, that IPS engineer you asked for is here," the Air Commodore continued, gesturing through the fabric door for the man to join them.

Sir Anthony got up. "Air Vice-Marshal Waldegrave. Anthony. How do you do?" He took the portly fifty-something engineer's hand and shook it briskly. The engineer exchanged pleasantries with the two officers.

"So what can I do for you chaps, then?"

"Help us blow up your ship, as it happens. You were lead designer on the Duke-class, weren't you?"

The engineer sighed. "It's always sad when the first one goes. Did you know that not a single Duke has so far been sunk in combat? Still, better you chaps do it than some damned foreigner. They always make such an awful botch of it... anyway, you want to know how to sink her, you say?"

"Specifically, we want to know what sort of effect a Falling Hammer (http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/44045924/?qo=1&q=by%3Adoc-evilonavich&qh=sort%3Atime+-in%3Ascraps) would have on a Duke. Think that'd cut it?"

"Certainly," replied the engineer in a voice that betrayed a resigned sadness at the whole affair, "A hundred tonnes of bomb with a sharpened AP nose at nearly mach 4? It'd slice through the deck like a hot knife through butter. Then the explosives will go off deep inside the ship - huge damage. If you're lucky you may even break the keel. Now, what you really want is a magazine hit."

"What would happen if we hit a magazine?" Asked Waldegrave, intrigued, when it became apparent that the engineer wasn't going to elaborate.

"Well..." the engineer's face took on a pained expression, "If you hit the aft magazine, you'd blow the stern off. If you hit either of the for'ard magazines the ship'd go up like a fireworks factory. Chances are she'd snap in half."

"Bad business," said Waldegrave, without conviction.

"Hang on a second," blurted out Hewish, clearly outraged at the apparent ease of their task, "are you trying to tell me the King's Navy hasn't got an answer to these things? That any tin pot little dictatorship that can scrape together enough for a bomber and a hundred tonnes of high explosive can go around smashing up Praetonian capital ships?"

"Not exactly, Air Commodore Hewish," replied the engineer, "you see, the Imperial Navy isn't just a disjointed collection of ships - it's a hugely complex system of interlocking components. It just isn't possible to design a ship that can take a hundred tonnes of AP bomb smashing into the deck at mach 4, so we don't try.

"A proper Imperial Navy deployment, even a much smaller one, wouldn't be vulnerable to this type of attack because it would carry munitions to intercept bombs like Falling Hammer. You'd need to launch dozens of these things, maybe even hundreds, just to be sure of one getting through. A Praetonian taskforce would also have anti-air missiles and even ASATs capable of engaging you chaps even if you were extra-atmospheric.

"The Soviets may have a Duke, but they don't have everything else that goes with it, and I doubt they would have had the money for it anyway. So don't worry Air Commodore Hewish - the sealanes are still safe."

The Air Commodore's offended sense of patriotism at least partially placated, the discussion moved back to its original topic. "We have six birds and we can carry three bombs on each. Would eighteen bombs be enough?" Asked the Air Vice-Marshal, ignoring his subordinate's interruption.

"Certainly, Air Vice-Marshal. Those are guided bombs and the Duke isn't that small a target."

The Air Vice-Marshal got up, hands were shaken and 'pleased to you's were exchanged all-round and the engineer departed.

Five minutes later, huge bombs were being brought up on equally massive trailers, picked up and transfered by towering cranes into the bomb bays of spaceplanes that made jumbojets look like ants.

Forty-five minutes later, final pre-flight checks were being made and ground crew were crawling over the spaceplanes' bodies checking all was in order.

An hour and a half later, the six planes were in flight towards the Clandonian Virgin Islands. They were a long way away and no one seemed quite sure where they were, even after they'd looked them up in an atlas, but the planes' nuclear ramjets propelled them at multi-mach velocities towards the enemy, and it would only be a matter of minutes now before the release point would be reached and the bombs released.

Three bombloads (nine bombs) were to be directed at the Red October - the Soviet Duke-class - while the remaining nine bombs were to be directed, two each, at the New Socialism-class battleships, with the exception of Ackistan, which would by necessity receive only a single bomb. Much smaller than the Duke-class, a single hit would be enough to destroy any one of these vessels, and even a near miss would cause crippling damage and possibly cause a vessel to capsize.

As the spaceplanes crossed the release point, the pilots noticed very little. So high were the speeds that bomb release was completely automated, and were it not for their immediate course change to head home and the little flashing red messages on the cockpit display panels, they would doubtless have noticed nothing. They would know the results of their efforts in just a few seconds.

Wagdog

24-04-2007, 18:40

OOC: Consider this a tag for my interest...;)
SIC:
Palace of the Revolution Underground Bunker Annex; Tailville DR, Wagdog
General Secretary Carolinus Horridus knew it was all coming down to this. The wars against first Strator and later his slaver allies almost unworthy of mention in The Fighting Stars, and then Zanski & New Nicksyllvania, were merging into one big war for the defense of Freedom of Person and Socialism against the reactionary capitalist and slaver tide growing of late...
Insult, followed by injury. The Clandonians had effectively sided with Doomingsland, arguably the world's arch-slaving power after the Parthians perhaps, against AutoMagFreek in his righteous campaign to put the Imperium Doomanum down like it should have been long ago; an insult to him even though he'd let it go at the time. And now they had sunken a frigate of his allies in the World Soviet Party and seen to it certain surviving officers of his were, as far as was known, in enemy custody. Injury, that was to Horridus; and unless The World Soviet Party proved able to redress matters themselves, their fellow GUSN allies would do what could be in their present situation to compel redress for said offenses against their Revolutionary Honor.
And so he ordered. "Order two OBSATs into position, Mario. Let's not get trigger happy, but I want us to have an eye upon absolutely whatever Clandonia, Mer des Ennuis..." Admittedly, that prospect hurt; he still thought of Arch-Arsonist Adam Wincenty as a would-be ally in the antislavery cause. Would've-been, for now... Horridus reminded himself. "... And Praetonia might do for now. Ready Excalibur for absolutely any possible targeting contingency, and order our ABM radars to watch for any suspicious satellite activity." Wagdog didn't need anybody getting off a godrod strike this early in the game, and in any event could probably make such a strike very costly to even pull off in terms of satellites smacked down before anything fired successfully. "Let's do this right people. Prepare documents ordering full mobilization, especially of retired naval personnel now that we have the rudiments of a new fleet inbound. I'll sign them, and only issue them if things go down as we expect. We can't move quite yet, but that can be soon."
"Yes Comrade." The vampire Defense Secretary Mario Iliescu showed his fangs in delight. This was what he had been waiting for since entering government nearly a decade ago, possible General War; despite how morbid the Human employees under him tended to find the sentiment, which he wasn't exactly covert about. Soon, the General Secretary's orders sped to Pinkybrain Atoll, home of Wagdog's space capabilities, where the main OBSAT control center deep underground soon ordered two of the satellites into their positions. With luck, that was all they would be doing thanks to Soviet and Blackhelm Corporation power; but luck tended to be scarce in situations like these...

Labhekistan

24-04-2007, 19:54

Secret Communique to The World Soviet Party

Dear comrade,

We have been quietly observing the growing conflict in the Virgin Islands, and although this conflict is not ours, we certainly count your nation as our ally. My nation would not wish any harm to come to The World Soviet Party when there is a chance we could prevent it, thus, we are offering our assistance. Although our military is small, we maintain an excellent and mobile fighting force. We understand if you wish to remain alone in this conflict, but we are offering our military assistance if you so choose.

Regards,

Sergey Popov
Minister of National Defense
United Socialist States of Labhekistan

Leafanistan

24-04-2007, 20:37

Transmetropolitan District, Northwest Naval Yard, "Sierra"

"But Admiral, an engagement with the Soviet Navy is not something we want. Poltically speaking..."

"Don't you backsass me, look, the Triumvirate Council has given its decision. Following a Clandonian Declaration of War, especially a defensive one, we are treaty bound to assist. That means a bag of rice via LeerJet, or what I want, a full fleet, outbound and moving fast to secure those islands."

A screen in the background blinked. The room went from a blue glow to a reddish glow. A hush of silence fell over, and a hologram of Fleet Admiral O'Toole appeared at the head of the table.

Everyone stood, and saluted. A simple nod of her translucent head sat everyone back down. The screen in the center of the table blinked and fuzzed. Various other screens blinked and came online. Immediately a hologram appeared of the current battle situation. The Clandonian Virgin Islands appeared with exaggerated ships and planes flying about. It looped after a few seconds.

Satellite pictures appeared for each individual commander.

Suddenly light flooded into the room, and the Admirals all blinked. Head of the Marine Corps, Field Marshall Amanda Arcturus entered the room with the Honor Guard, their shiny new KF15 Rifles gleaming in the sunlight.

The door shut and the room didn't return to a red glow. It stayed a white fluorescent. The floating head turned toward the Field Marshall and looked for a second.

A Tactical Map appeared, Hypersonic Antipodal Transports appeared to fly over the island and drop their load at subsonic speeds. It would be a HALO jump. The Naval Fleet took a bit longer to arrive but they appeared from the south of the islands. The Admirals grunted and examined the planes. The youngest, a Commodore White who wanted to prove himself. So far it was a small engagement. And his unusually strategic mind was an asset. He would transport a small group of Mobile Marines to the area and enforce the seas.

A message was sent to Clandonia.

The Triumvirate Council of the Glorious Republic of Leafanistan

The Senate is still deliberating a full scale declaration of total war with the World Soviet Party, but at the moment, under Council Authority we can deploy Paratroopers to the Clandonian Virgin Islands.

We would never violate your sovereignty so we will wait for a positive response before we launch. They can be there in only 7 hours from your answer. They will use the Braun class Antipodal Hypersonic Delivery Vehicle. It will soar into the edge of the atmosphere, skip and then drop down to subsonic speeds for a HALO over the Clandonian Virgin Islands. We can deliver 2 Platoons of men 84, highly trained soldiers immediately.

A Naval fleet is on its way.

Commodore White's 1st Expeditionary Fleet

1x Argentine class Galleon
2x Motherland class Pocket Battleships
1x Taníat class Anti-Aircraft Warfare Battlecruiser
1x Indestructable class Aircraft Carrier
1x Tenacious Class Cruiser, Nuclear Powered
2x Illium class Guided Missile Destroyers
4x North Sea class Frigates
3x Cartagena SSNs
3x Tenerife class SSHs
2x Mistral class landing platform docks

[END]

Clandonia Prime

24-04-2007, 21:28

Downing Street, Clanon City

The war cabinet had gathered to hear the latest war developments, Clandonian Sovereign League and ACTO allies had rallied round against the Soviets after their illegal tactic. The media broadcasting had ended thus stopping any reports from the front line with main communications down. The fears grew for those with family on the island or forces personal stationed there.

"We lost media coverage, the crew are presumed dead as the live feed went out after a volley of high velocity shots. In other news the Praetonains are rallying in support preparing to take out one of their own ships they sold the the Soviets."

"Why would they bloody do that?"

"Its a pride thing, least they are offering aid, we have also had offers from the Questerians, Hotdogs2 and our regional friends."

The Prime Minister got up, standing to the window hearing the chants of the pro war lobby in Parliament Square. The call to war had been well received with people turning up to volunteer for duty. Remembering his phone call pleading the Praetonians not to sell the ship to the Soviets.

"What's the international situation?"

"Intelligence suggests that both the GUSN and GASN are preparing, it is likely the GASN will favour a diplomatic route with our old friends of Cravan preferring that. Others than that we have a few likely targets, they are weak and would dealt with easily. We also have come to a deal with the corporation, one of our agents did some 'persuasion' and did a nice tidy of sum of $10 Billion NSD's for them to lay off a cheap figure in terms of Clandonian lives and ships."

"Reports of damage from our raid?"

"None received yet, its still too early since the attack was launched to know."

New Danskeran and Victory Island Naval Yards

The two assembled battle fleets were of the most recent of the large naval expansion funded by the increasing defence budgets. Largely of Praetonian design but including three Clandonian made. The Lion Class DDGN, the newest guided missile destroyer running on nuclear and the Cyclone and Danskeran Class submarines. Twelve thousand Royal Clandonian Marines were accompanying the task force on its route to liberate the Virgin Islands. The men hoped of glory, they almost feared it would be over to quickly because of the long distance, a good three weeks away and for many it would be the first time away from home. Two million people had gathered on the beaches, cliffs and quayside's for the departure of their loved ones, others just patriotic to the nation.

Lord Sea Admiral Miklanov stood on the deck of one of the Royal Sovereign Super Dreadnoughts, HMS Reliant of the 1st Battle Fleet, nicknamed 'Pirates' under the command of Admiral Sir Victor. The Lord wished he was going, politicians had said he was far to important and in his old age with the heart mummer he wasn't exactly combat fit.

"I hope old friend you will return and we shall drink perhaps at the governors house or on the deck of the Reliant."

"So do I my Lord."

The breeze coming from the Bay of Clandonia fluttering the flags as the two battle fleets stood out in the waters, surrounded by a flotilla of yachts and tug boats. The music began to play as a RCAF Nimrod flew over barrel rolling, the crowd were ecstatic as the klaxon's whooped signalling the departure. The second battle fleet of Admiral Wolftiz sat in port at Victory Island just a couple of miles out into the bay from Danskeran, readying supplies and equipment ready for a departure a week after Sir Victor's.

Virgin Islands, Governors House

The communists had arrived at the gates, the governors daughter cried in horror as he she saw the arriving troops. The governor grabbed the DR-87 from his gun locker, a special carbine version given to him by the Prime Minister on his last visit as a present from Doomingsland. The ten marines who were there prepared, even loaded down to the pistol they were expecting to go down. The governor knew he would be taken and tortured by the communists, he would save the last bullet for himself.

"Alright, I don't know about you but I'm not fancying to be captured today so if anyone is taken down I expect anyone here to finish their friend off as its bloody better than being captured."

"For the King!" Cried the marines, loading their rifles as they began firing on the Soviets with their DR-83II's, one of them had the DMG-83 configuration with its drum magazine laying down suppressive fire blasting away the vegetation.

"Keep firing, take as many down then save a shot for yourself!" Yelled the sergeant. Even the governors son, fourteen yet firing the TDX .40 pistol at the socialist scum he had been taught to hate at school, never ever thinking he would be fighting on the battlefield.

Elsewhere the Khan battery had been hit from naval gun fire, the fire crews trying to flee as the debris blocked the bunker entrench entrapping them in the burning rocket fuel. The marines had tried to escape splitting up as their barracks was attacked, some had made it onto the island trying to reach their families. Resistance would be heavy from the Clandonian defenders, civilians were prepared to do their duty to the Crown. Armed with small arms from a mixture of armouries they were fair shots, never having to fight a moving object of a Soviet soldier would test their skills.

OOC: 1st Royal Clandonian Navy 1st Battle Fleet:
Admiral Sir Victor's 1st Battle Fleet

2x Royal Sovereign Class DN

Aircraft Complimanet: 4x 36x F/A 401 Bird of Prey, 2x Merlin ASW-Transport EH101 Helicopter

4x County Class Aircraft Carriers CVN

Aircraft Compliment: 80x F/A 401 Bird of Prey, 40x F/A-22 Strike Raptor, 10x Merlin ASW-Transport EH101 Helicopter

8x Pheasant Class Assault Carrier CVLN

Aircraft Compliment: 36x F/A 401 Bird of Prey, 6x Chinook Transport Aircraft RM Marine Compliment: 1000x Royal Clandonian Marines

4x Duke-class BTN Battleship

Aircraft Compliment: 2x Merlin ASW-Transport EH101 Helicopter

2x Victorious-class Battleship BCN

Aircraft Compliment: 2x Merlin ASW-Transport EH101 Helicopter

14x Lion Class DDGN Destroyer

Aircraft Compliment: 2x Merlin ASW Transport EH101 Helicopter

RM Marine Compliment: 60x Royal Clandonian Marines

4x Super Danskeran Missile Submarine SSBN

6x Cyclone Attack Submarine SNN

Mer des Ennuis

24-04-2007, 23:09

Spc. Brian Jones sat in a window overlooking the governor’s palace with his spotter, two floors down from the roof. Like most of the 500 some-odd members of the “White Dawn’s” light detachment, he had commandeered a patriotic Clandonian’s apartment. She was making some fried fish in the flat’s kitchen. Spc. Jones was death, and his scythe was aimed firmly at the Soviet who was yelling at the governor.

“Alpha squad, report.” Crackled the platoon’s commander.

“Alpha reporting.”

“Alpha confirmed. We are go, defense protocol 15. Do not let the soviets breach the outer wall.”

“Spencer 2 has lock on their com pack.”

Jones spoke “Spencer 1 has lock on possible CO.”

“Rodger.” Came the reply.

“This is Delta Squad, be advised, Arch Arsonist Wincenty has joined us, serving as a DMR.”

“Confirmed. Glad to have you onboard, sir!” the Lieutenant shouted over his encrypted headset.

The Clandoinans suddenly began firing recklessly at the Soviets, giving Spc. Jones the green light. He fired. At this range, he would not miss. The platoon’s XM-312 opened fire, ripping apart the street with SLAP rounds. Other Ennusian troops opened fire from their concealed locations.

Meanwhile, ”The White Dawn,” with its small crew, departed the port, least it be seized by rebels or Soviets. Once if left the shore, it would be the largest loyalist artillery piece.

OOC: Ennusian Naval Fleet

Ocean Class CVN - 2
Ravager Class DDN - 8
Renown Class DDN - 1
Spiritus Dei-Class Heavy Cruiser - 14
Union Class DDG - 20
Comberth Class DDG - 20
Dolphin Class ASW FFG - 34
Crocodile Class LCS - 32
Stingray SSDN - 8
Rentless SSGN - 16
Alpha Class SSN - 24
Endeavour Class Amphibious Assault Ship - 16
Lem Class ASF - 12
Wake Class Large Fleet Tanker - 12
Quay Class LHR - 20
Gabin Class AKR - 16

Vetaka

24-04-2007, 23:37

Vetakan Defence Force Command Centre, Vetaka, Theeb:

Vetakan Foreign Affairs had been steadily monitoring the ongoing situation between Clandonia and The Soviets. With the movement of fleets around Haven and even around the world it was clear this was a very dangerous situation. A Vetakan High Command was subsequently called to discuss the Vetakan Response to the situation. The various members of the High Command watched Vetakan Media Reports as well as OBSAT Intelligence Feeds. They all sat in silence all of them realising just how unstable this stiuation was the uneasy silence was only broken by Vetakan President Scarlet Rogers:

"Whats the International Response been so Far?"

"We have OBSAT confirmation of numerous fleet movements from around Haven." reported Supreme Operational Commander Stone.

"On the Diplomatic Front the Soverign League, ACTO, Questarian Commonwealth have all rallied to Clandonia's position. The GUSN have begun limited mobilization in support of the Soviets. The GASN are some what on the fence under the terms of the GASN Charter they could soon be forced to move in defence of TWSP but they would of course prefer a diplomatic solution after all of GASN was to have to fight it would mean Internal Haven Conflict." reported Foreign Secretary Lewis.

"Mr Stone whats are our personal military options? asked President Rogers

"Limited to say the least. We are now heavily stretched in Zanski, Wagdog and New Nickslyannia. Besides the Homeland Defence 1st Battlegroup we are limited." replied Stone

"Hmmm ok. Mr Lewis although it will probably meet limited International Response offer a multi national Peace Talks here in Theeb. Push it as hard as possible. Commander Stone brief the 1st Group Command Staff and push to end the Zanski and Nick Campaign."

"Yes Madam President" came the reply of the various High Command Members.

Official Dominion of Vetaka Diplomatic Message:

To: Clandonian Foreign Ministry/ TWSP Foreign Ministry/ Foreign Office of all Nations Involved.
From: Vetakan Foreign Affairs

Subject: Peace Talks Offered

The Free Dominion of Vetaka has been monitoring the on going crisis between Clandonia and TWSP and are deeply concerned regarding the increasing military build up of forces on all sides. The Free Dominion of Vetaka and I am sure most nations of Haven would prefer not to see total and unrestrained open conflict within the region as a result the Free Dominion of Vetaka invites all nations to attend an immediate Peace Conference within the Neutral Vetakan Capital of Theeb.

The Free Dominion of Vetaka intends to launch a Diplomatic Campaign to find a Peaceful and Diplomatic to this Unstable Situation. I request that all nations involved do what is right by their people and give the Diplomatic Solution one last try. We are sure we can reach a Peaceful Solution and avoid further Bloodshed.

Yours Vetakan President Scarlet Rogers

The World Soviet Party

24-04-2007, 23:54

Snip

OOC: What, no chance for me to shoot the planes down? Take into account my nation is MT-Early PMT.

Snip

OOC: How did you get past my fleet? Even better, how did you got your men to land so fast? And how did they get past my soldiers, who are currently disembarking into town?

Mer des Ennuis

25-04-2007, 00:09

I trust the IRC convo will clear it up, but

a) The ship was docked 3 days before your fleet began its assault, and it will be another 3 days (3 day 30 knot sprint) before the ships can reach the Atlantic, much less start landing troops in the Virgin Islands.
b) The 500 men were based off of a docked ship, and can get off a whole shitload faster than your men can storm a beach, especially considering that they wouldn't be sitting on their asses while a hostile power, you know, started attacking the damn island that my leader is on, and that, you know, the ship's radar would kinda notice large numbers of amphibious assault craft attacking an island. But hey, why complain? 500 light infantry won't be nearly enough to hold back your fleet.

The World Soviet Party

25-04-2007, 00:25

Spc. Brian Jones sat in a window overlooking the governor’s palace with his spotter, two floors down from the roof. Like most of the 500 some-odd members of the “White Dawn’s” light detachment, he had commandeered a patriotic Clandonian’s apartment. She was making some fried fish in the flat’s kitchen. Spc. Jones was death, and his scythe was aimed firmly at the Soviet who was yelling at the governor.

“Alpha squad, report.” Crackled the platoon’s commander.

“Alpha reporting.”

“Alpha confirmed. We are go, defense protocol 15. Do not let the soviets breach the outer wall.”

“Spencer 2 has lock on their com pack.”

Jones spoke “Spencer 1 has lock on possible CO.”

“Rodger.” Came the reply.

“This is Delta Squad, be advised, Arch Arsonist Wincenty has joined us, serving as a DMR.”

“Confirmed. Glad to have you onboard, sir!” the Lieutenant shouted over his encrypted headset.

The Clandoinans suddenly began firing recklessly at the Soviets, giving Spc. Jones the green light. He fired. At this range, he would not miss. The platoon’s XM-312 opened fire, ripping apart the street with SLAP rounds. Other Ennusian troops opened fire from their concealed locations.

The captain fell down with a bullet in his head as his former troops scrambled to take cover behind walls and any other thing they could find on the streets, this action did not come lightly as they suffered some casualties.
Once under cover, they began firing back at the Palace and the random house they had gotten fired from. The radio operator requested an artillery strike.

"Coordinates X005 Y345! Requesting immediate barrage, over!"

The fleet's response was preceeded by some static.

"Roger that, over and out!"

On the distance, a large BOOM could be heard as the vessels opened fire on the mansion. Infantry withdrew at once, having recieved new and secret orders.

Vetaka

25-04-2007, 09:59

IC:

Handwritten Letter to His Royal Majesty the King of The United Kngdom of Clandonia Prime from the Vetakan Ambassador to Clandonia:

Your Royal Majesty:

Sir as Sovereign of the United Kingdom of Clandonia Prime I write to you regarding the increasingly unstable and tense situation between the United Kingdom and the The Socialist States of The World Soviet Party. I have been instructed by the Vetakan Government to appeal to you to heed calls and accept the Peace Talks offered on Neutral Ground in Vetaka.

Your Highness I appeal to your merciful nature nobody wishes to see conflict in Haven and even the world it is always a hard position to justify when your troops return home within body bags and your ships retire at the bottom of Davy Jones Locker. Your Highness I pled to you to at least consider the possibility of Peace Talks in the Vetakan Capital of Theeb.

Yours Jonathon Charles Griffths Vetakan Ambassador to Clandonia
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Handwritten Letter to the President of The Socialist States of The World Soviet Party from the Vetakan Ambassador to TWSP:

Sir,

As the Political Leader and the Voice of the Socialist States of The World Soviet Party I have been instructed by the Vetakan Government to appeal to you personally to accept Peace Talks offered by the Free Dominion of Vetaka regarding the increasingly unstable and tense situation between The Nation The World Soviet Party and The United Kingdom of Clandonia Prime.

Sir nobody wants conflict in Haven or the World its expensive and is always hard to explain and justifiy why a nations brave troops are returning to their loved ones in Body Bags. Sir I pleed to you to at least consider the possibility of Neutral Peace Talks within the Vetakan Capital of Theeb.

Yours Liam Pine Vetakan Ambassador to The World Soviet Party
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Handwritten Letter to The Prime Minister of the Crown Commonwealth of Praetonia, The Rt. Hon. Sir Tiberius Polax, MP, PC From the Vetakan Ambassador to the Crown Commonwealth:

Sir,

As Political Leader of one of the most powerful nations in Haven and thus the world I have been instructed by the Vetakan Government to write to you today regarding the increasingly unstable and very tense situation between the United Kingdom of Clandonia Prime and the Socialist States of The World Soviet Party particularly the Virgin Islands Crisis.

The Free Dominion of Vetaka continues to push for a Diplomatic and Peaceful Solution to the crisis as such the Vetakan Nation continues to offer and invite all sides to the Neutral Vetakan Capital of Theeb to participate in Peace Talks. As one of the Cloeset Allies to The United Kngdom I appeal to you to publicly support the offered Peace Talks and give them a chance at finding a Peaceful Solution to this crisis.

Sir I am sure you will agree it is extremely hard to justify troops returning home in body bags, I appeal to you as the possible the savior of thounsands of lives please at least consider the possibilty of Peace Talks and be that Svaior.

Yours Emily Roxanne Heart Vetakan Ambassador to The Crown Commonwealth of Praetonia
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Handwritten Letter to The Prime Minister of The Crown Imperium of Questers, The Rt Hon. Winston Foxbury from from the Vetakan Ambassador to Crown Imperirum:

Sir,

As the Political Leader of one of Havens most powerful nations and thus one of the worlds most powerful nations I have been instructed by the Vetakan Government to write to you today regarding the increasingly unstable and tense situation between The United Kingdom of Clandonia and The Socialist States of The World Soviet Party that has arisen as a result of the Virgin Islands Crisis, TPS Zukov Incident and the downing of the 2 Clandonian Diplomatic Transport Planes within the Red City.

Sir nobody wants a conflict in Haven it is in nobodies interest to see Troops returning home in body bags. I appeal to you as one of Clandonia's cloeset allies and as one of the most respected nations in the world to do all that is in your power to encourage Clandonia to attend offered Peace Talks within the Vetakan Capital City of Theeb. Sir you like the Right Hounourable Sir Tiberius Polax of the Crown Commonwealth of Praetonia are in a position to be the savior of Thousands of Lives. Sir you are in a position to defuse the current crisis via Peaceful and Diplomatic Means. Please Sir I appeal to you to do all you can to encourage a peaceful and bloodless solution to this dangerous situation.

Yours Alex Henry Hawken Vetakan Ambassador to Questers.

[NS::::]Olmedreca

25-04-2007, 12:53

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Official statement

Indomitable State of Olmedreca declares support to their ACTO ally Clandonia Prime. We demand that The World Soviet Party must immediately withdraw from Virgin islands area, formally appologize for their unlawful invasion and pay full compensation for damage what their actions have caused at Virgin islands. Olmedreca is ready to support their Clandonian ally militarily if The World Soviet Party refuses to cooperate.

Signed
Lembit Tuleplaneet, Foreign minister

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At same time preparations for sending small fleet at Virgin islands area had already started.
Ooc:
oob:
1 x Nimitz class CVN
6 x Dragoon Class CAN:
9 x Praefele Class DDN (Flight II)
12 x Knight Class DDN 1575
20 x Minister Class FFN
5 x Seawolf class SSN

Midlonia

25-04-2007, 15:25

Cabinet Building, Kilwarby Street, Swadlincote, Midlonia

The Flag of God fluttered outside of the window in the breeze, it was a bright, hot, sunny day with a dry wind blowing from the West. The Cabinet was in session, once again convening to decide the fate of the world that was affected by the Midlonians.

“Suggestions?” sighed Benjamin Musotana as he mopped his bald head with a handkerchief.

“We do not really have a position on the matter, as Haven’s delegate we have a certain responsibility to tread the neutral line over this war matter.” Muttered the Minister of Foreign and Economic affairs.

“While we dislike the Clandonians as much as the next nation in Haven at the present, we cannot really go charging into them while they’re busy with a war in another area of the world, especially with the continued support of the Clandonian regime by that of the Crown Commonwealth of Praetonia. Though with their latest actions in the Haven Strait God knows why.” he continued.

“I’m surprised it’s happened so soon. We did hear rumblings of such in M.I.R.A, we were even going to consider offering some armament aid to them to help them hold onto the islands. However they seemed to have dived in headlong before we could even tender an offer and have taken them over.” Shrugged Frederick Parkes, leader of the Midlonian Intelligence and Research Agency, or M.I.R.A for short.

“Well Fred, what is your assessment of this invasion then?” Asked Benjamin as he took a sip from a glass of water and leant back slightly in the newer leather chair.

“Well, as it stands the forces being sent by allies and what have you are piecemeal things which could easily be dealt with by the Soviet Navy currently there. There is the possibility of the Clandonians being able to take back the islands with the fleet they’re trying to organize, but I do not know whether they’d have to either call on Praetonians for help with air support and logistics, or whether they’d be prepared to risk raiding some of their merchant navy and more home-defence based fleets to bolster themselves with the necessary projection power.”

“But then?”

“Entirely possible.”

“I see, well, in that case gentlemen, I suggest we offer a peace conference.”

“The Vetakans have already tendered the Questarians on the matter, sir.” piped up the junior aide to the Foreign and Economics office.

“Then we’ll just sit on our hands and allow the situation to resolve itself. But to be on the safe-side, we should begin mobilizing troops in Montmarte near the Clandonian border. Aswell as put one of Armadas to sea in the area, we wont have them playing around with borders again during this crisis to attack merchant shipping.”

There were nods around the table as the cabinet reached its consensus.

“Now, moving on, trade in Birchester has been slowing down recently….”

The World Soviet Party

25-04-2007, 16:38

IC:
Handwritten Letter to the President of The Socialist States of The World Soviet Party from the Vetakan Ambassador to TWSP:

Sir,

As the Political Leader and the Voice of the Socialist States of The World Soviet Party I have been instructed by the Vetakan Government to appeal to you personally to accept Peace Talks offered by the Free Dominion of Vetaka regarding the increasingly unstable and tense situation between The Nation The World Soviet Party and The United Kingdom of Clandonia Prime.

Sir nobody wants conflict in Haven or the World its expensive and is always hard to explain and justifiy why a nations brave troops are returning to their loved ones in Body Bags. Sir I pleed to you to at least consider the possibility of Neutral Peace Talks within the Vetakan Capital of Theeb.

Yours Liam Pine Vetakan Ambassador to The World Soviet Party

Official Soviet Response

Yeah, sure, we'll attend.

OOC: I'm tempted to just ignore this RP since I think Clan just used me OOCily to get what he wanted...

Vetaka

25-04-2007, 16:46

IC: Extract from a Vetakan Paper:

The Vetakan Evening Standard

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Initial Peace Protest Picture on Campus

Page 2......

The Vetakan First University of Theeb located in the presitigious Milton District of Theeb was today locked down following a Peace Protest organised by the Universities Student Union. The Lockdown occured after a small brawl broke out between a group of Clandonian Students and Soviet Students. Following the growing International Crisis between Clandonia and TWSP.

A Student Union Spokesman had this to say:

"The Student Union is saddened to see that a Peaceful Peace Protest has broken down into a fight regarding a very sensitive international incident."

Its understood the Peace Protest took place at Midday with the Small Fight breaking out at half past its understood 20 People were involved in the incident in total. It is also understood that the University Security where the first on the scene shortly followed by 4 Vetakan Police Units and 1 Vetakan Police SWAT Team. Vetakan Theeb Police Chief Justin Masters had this to say:

"The Vetakan Police Force responded to a disturbance at the Theeb University Campus in Milton at 12:35 by 12:45 we where on scene and arrested 20 People. 4 of which where taken to hospital. No Charges will be brought forward".

The Clandonian Embassy, The Soviet Embassy and neither nations Foreign Office have commented on the incident. The Current situation on the International Scene is some what tense between The United Kingdom of Clandonia and The Socialist States of the World Soviet Party. The Free Dominion of Vetaka has taken the lead in bringing both nations to a Peace Conference. The Vetakan Government has at this time made no comment upon the situation however unofficial sources report that the Vetakan Foreign Office has written to several leading nations and alliances as well as Clandonia and TWSP.

Leafanistan

25-04-2007, 17:35

Open Message to the World Soviet Party

The currently incoming ballistic missiles are not nuclear. A simple gamma radiation scan will tell you that. We are attacking your fleet with conventional weapons as a way to defend our allies.

[END]

A dozen ballistic missiles lifted off, carrying themselves a dozen MIRVs, each one loaded with an advanced flechette that was designed to detect enemy ships, aim itself at them, and hit the target by firing an explosively formed penetrator. It was designed to wreck havoc on an enemy fleet at long ranges, a shotgun that can be fired long before the enemy comes into range. A long-range strike to kill crewmen on ships, perhaps damage frigates.

At this range, any sort of attack is necessary to buy Clandonian forces more time.

Encrypted Message to Clandonian Government

Our Paratroopers are standing by and waiting to launch. Say the word and we'll be in the Virgin Islands very quickly.

[END]

Vetaka

25-04-2007, 17:56

Clandonia Prime

25-04-2007, 18:24

Official Clandonian Response

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Open Statement:

His Majesty's governments thanks its many allies for their support in the time of need, the strength of the Sovereign League and ACTO has been put to the test and it has paid off. The UKCP will send a delegate to Theebs but we have doubt that a peace conference organised by who some call a traitor, a nation that resigned from the Sovereign League will push the murdering communists to end their bloody campaign.

The Clandonian government will not cease its campaign against the Soviet invaders in the Virgin Islands or halt its bombing campaign of the Soviet homeland until the invaders surrender and leave. It should be noticed that there are all ready a great deal of bodies of brave Clandonian civilian and service personal killed in this aggresion. On the comment of loosing ships, the Soviets sunk a returning ship killing several hundred in Clandonian waters.

This government will be prepared to carry on this war until The World Soviet Party is a smouldering wasteland.

God Save the King

Prime Minister David Sistilin

Vetaka

25-04-2007, 19:26

OOC: Wow Ouch harsh words Clandonia. OOCly I left the Soveriegn League for my own personal reasons. Traitor is a word that does not appear within the Vetakan Dictionary.

Official Dominion of Vetaka Diplomatic Message:

To: Clandonia Prime, The World Soviet Party
From: Vetakan Foreign Affairs

Subject: Peace Talks

The Free Dominion of Vetaka is glad to see that both sides have chosen the peaceful and diplomatic option to bring an end to this crisis. The Peace Talks will begin immediatly please send your delegates immediatly. To reduce the security risk delgations are limited to 20 People and a Maximum of 10 Guards.

The table is set and the water is chilled all that remains is for the arrival of the Delegations. Please upon arrival at Vetakan Air Space contact Rhino International Tower and state your callsign.

The Conference itself will be chaired by Ex Vetakan President Roxanne Victoria Wright an expert within Mediation. She will be joined by current Vetakan President Roxanne Wright. We hope to see you soon, Until then we hope all sides will exercise restraint in this matter and support and encourage the Peace Talks.

Yours Vetakan President Scarlet Rogers

OOC: Ill have a thread up within the hour.

Hotdogs2

25-04-2007, 20:35

Good God!

In the Presidents office there was an urgent message awaiting Robert as he strolled inside from his holiday. He had left the running of the nation completely to his Vice-president, but he was glad to be back once more in his home away from home.

"Morning Alice!" He chirped cheerfully at his secretary. "How are things?"

"Very good thank you sir, enjoy your holiday?"

"Oh yes, got away from the press for once, thank the lord!" He had recently become a catholic and his new found religion was becoming more and more apparent to his closest colleagues.

"Sorry to spoil your good mood sir, but Admiral Simpson is already waiting for you in your office, its with regards to Clandonia i believe."

"Oh? I see, well I'd best go see what he wants now." He chuckled to himself, he enjoyed seeing his friend, Admiral Simpson.

Having walked into the office it was not long before a loud "Good God!" issued from the Presidents office...

Hotdian Times

It has today been announced that the Hotdian Admiralty will be dispatching a fleet currently on maneuvers in Clandonian waters in support of a freedom operation to regain control of the Clandonian Virgin Islands. The reports come amid growing concern over Hotdian tourists in the region, as it is believed that Soviet forces have launched naval barrages onto civilian properties on the Islands. The President has denounced the Soviet invasion as "cowardly" and has stated that for any Hotdian citizen killed by the soviet invasion will be avenged in full. Sources close to the MoD state that it means the destruction of the Soviet fleet in full and a show of force which will be dispatched to Soviet waters in the near future.

The current fleet on the way to the Virgin Islands contains slightly over 50 ships, but it is believed it will be joined by an amphibious assault group to increase capabilities and air power in the region, whilst exact details are unknown such an operation, should it necessitate an assault, it will be completely undertaken by the Marine forces. Such an operation has not been undertaken by Edward Roberts, however he is not new to such show of forces, dispatching the HNS Hood several times when it was needed. Further information on the actions to be taken has yet to be revealed, although any aggressive action taken against the soviet mainland will be some time coming, as President Roberts is renown for preferring peace to war, and as such will wait until all diplomatic routes are exhausted. At the current time that diplomatic route are peace talks being undertaken in the Vetakan capital of Theeb. Although not invited it is not expected that any intervention will be taken and rather it will be left to the capable hands of President Scarlet Rogers and the Vetakan foreign office.

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Vetaka

25-04-2007, 21:12

OOC: The Theeb Peace Talks: http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=525040

Praetonia

26-04-2007, 15:17

OOC: What, no chance for me to shoot the planes down? Take into account my nation is MT-Early PMT.
[OOC: According to the stat sheets you linked to, your ships are incapable of shooting down those planes at high altitude. I made that post minutes before having to leave for a day or two during which I would have no internet access. These two facts being considered it seemed needlessly disruptive to make a post saying some planes had been sent, then not be able to complete an attack that would take at most 30 minutes in IC time for another day and a half. If you have some sort of defence you want to try to make then pick up from where it would have started and we can disregard the bits of my post that happened afterwards - please dont let's have this RP get bogged down in OOC waffle.]

Handwritten Letter to The Prime Minister of the Crown Commonwealth of Praetonia, The Rt. Hon. Sir Tiberius Polax, MP, PC From the Vetakan Ambassador to the Crown Commonwealth:

Sir,

As Political Leader of one of the most powerful nations in Haven and thus the world I have been instructed by the Vetakan Government to write to you today regarding the increasingly unstable and very tense situation between the United Kingdom of Clandonia Prime and the Socialist States of The World Soviet Party particularly the Virgin Islands Crisis.

The Free Dominion of Vetaka continues to push for a Diplomatic and Peaceful Solution to the crisis as such the Vetakan Nation continues to offer and invite all sides to the Neutral Vetakan Capital of Theeb to participate in Peace Talks. As one of the Cloeset Allies to The United Kngdom I appeal to you to publicly support the offered Peace Talks and give them a chance at finding a Peaceful Solution to this crisis.

Sir I am sure you will agree it is extremely hard to justify troops returning home in body bags, I appeal to you as the possible the savior of thounsands of lives please at least consider the possibilty of Peace Talks and be that Svaior.

Yours Emily Roxanne Heart Vetakan Ambassador to The Crown Commonwealth of Praetonia

Text of a note delivered to the Vetakan ambassador in Kingston from the Prime Minister of the Crown Commonwealth of Praetonia; published in Praetonian newspaper The Herald along with the initial Vetakan letter for distribution:

Ma'am,

His Majesty's Government has never desired nor pursued war with the Soviet state. Indeed, in the near past it was deemed appropriate to agree to free trade with that country, and to sell them arms which, in our sadly mistaken belief, would be used only in an honourable fashion to defend their people from the aggression of foreign despots. The swift nature of our change in relations is matched only by the swiftness with which Soviet foreign policy towards Clandonia changed from passively aggressive to actively belligerent. Delay and procrastination would have served only to allow the Soviet military to reinforce its ill-gotten gains in Clandonia, and to embolden their political leaders to the sense that the Crown Commonwealth would not react to their most outrageous of assaults.

You say that you desire a peaceful solution. So do I. So does every man and woman of His Majesty's Government. From the outset, the means to this peaceful solution have been plain: an immediate Soviet withdrawal from the Clandonian Virgin Islands, and the ceasation of their attacks upon the Clandonia military and Clandonian citizenry living on them. This solution was rejected with swift disdain by the Soviet government. Our attempts to bring this sorry affair to a swift and just end were ruthlessly repulsed. The Soviet state has refused peaceful overtones, and instead continued without hesitation its campaign of wanton aggression against a free state and a free people, even in the face of mounting forces being arrayed against them.

It is clear, Ma'am, that the Soviets do not want a just peace, and so any peace that may be acceptable to them is only to be achieved at the expense of concessions on the part of the aggrieved party - Clandonia - which that country should be of no obligation to make. To accept such a peace would be to condone the legitimacy of the Soviets' aggression, and to encourage further aggression in future from any state that decides it would like to engulf its own slice of the Free World. Such a peace would serve to open the flood gates to the further unjust belligerence and aggression against states that have done nothing to warrant such attack in either their foreign or domestic policy.

You claim that I would be unable to justify military losses in the defence of Clandonia and the principle of a Free World shielded from the ravages of war in its own lands. You are wrong. The King's army does not consist of unwilling conscripts, but of intelligent, informed volunteers fully seized of the obligations they have agreed to have imposed upon them, and the risks that they face in the execution of their duties. To say that it is unjustifiable to risk the lives of such troops in the defence of the liberty and safety of the citizenry of a people whom they, through their representatives, have pledged to defend, and who have pledged in return to defend them, their own families and their own free society, would be to say that any enterprise with the potential of losses, no matter how noble its aims, beneficial its success or disastorous its failure, should be shunned by the Free World - and that would be to invite the destruction of everything we have built.

So I shall state here, plainly and publicly, that the full moral weight of His Majesty's Government is behind a peaceful solution and, if they indeed possess some hope of delivering this, the Theeb Peace Talks to be held in Vetaka, but we shall not sacrifice our principles before the altar of peace-at-any-cost. If the Soviet government is unwilling to agree to a full withdrawal of forces from their attack on the soil of free Clandonia, there can be no agreement or cessation of hostilities - no surrender to foreign militarism.

God Save the King.

The Rt. Hon. Sir Tiberius Polax, MP, PC

Clandonia Prime

26-04-2007, 16:39

Downing Street, New Clanon City

The latest 24 hours had been turbulent, the Vetakans who were seen by some in the government as a bunch of traitorous cowards for their resignation and the formation of a new alliance which was full of socialists and statists. It had been decided to send a delegate to the phoney conference, the Clandonian's knew it would solve nothing with the Soviets progressing on with their murderous invasion.

"The latests news is that this peace conference has been called, the Vetakans have publicised it to every alliance out there with the GASN, GUSN and Sovereign League looking for a diplomatic solution. Frankly in all my years this haphazard conference will do nothing and this government will not sign any peace deal with the Soviets until they are reduced to such a diminished threat that they would never threaten the lives of a Clandonian citizen anywhere in the world."

"What about the Midlonians and their little games across the border it could be possible but not likely that they are working in conjunction with the Soviets to try and trick us, draw resources away from them."

"Order our armoured and motorised infantry to begin preparations for border along the King William Line. If they are trying something we will give them hell with the army and those canons that have yet to be fired in anger."

"The prospect is that after the peace conference we will prepare the final ultimatum and go with the plan to attack the major civilian population areas after forty eight hours, the Praetonians have also signalled a plan of action if the current measures in place fail."

"Well we have a former air force officer on the way, if he fails then he has already been instructed to return and those riots against Clandonian students displease me. Perhaps a travel warning should be issued or a dispatch of a gun boat to go pick them up."

Governors House, Virgin Islands

Having found the nearby Ennuisian marines the Clandonians had managed to communicate on the short range back pack radios they carried. Reliving of them of the tension knowing they had friendly support. The Clandonian fleet sailed on preparing for the fire fight in support of their people and their 'booty' comrades who had been killed fighting the statists.

Questers

26-04-2007, 16:44

Handwritten reply to the Vetakan Ambassador

Dear Sir,

I feel that I must first inform you that in this conflict the Crown Imperium recognises only one aggressor, and that is the World Soviet state. It has always been Questarian policy to support our ally Praetonia and by proxy their protectorate of Clandonia. It is natural that when Clandonia is unreasonably attacked by TWSP we will give all the support possible to our proxy ally. While I personally can understand the dislike of Clandonias actions... a downright attack on its national soil is not the way to solve this. If the worst comes to the worst we will defend our friends to the end - as a Vetakan, I am sure you know what I mean.

However, that does not mean I am not willing to compromise. Questers will attend these peace talks and we will put the full pressure possible on both Praetonia and Clandonia to come to the table. However, I want to make it crystal clear now that if there is no negotiation on the Soviet front then we will not hesitate to use force to defend Clandonia is neccessary. As a Vetakan, I expect you to be aware and understanding of the causes we fight to defend: Liberty, Loyalty, and the belief that all people should be free of the oppressive stench of statism that threatens to engulf the Virgin Islands and its population.

I believe that my Praetonian peer has told you the same I am going to tell you. We are ready for peace and we welcome it but liberty shall not be sacrificed for peace that can not be assured. As a famous man once said, "They that can give up essential liberty to obtain a little temporary safety deserve neither liberty nor safety." We can not surrender our liberty for temporary safety that in any case can not be assured.

I believe that I have set forth a precedent here regarding our stance on this. My estate is open at all times for foreign diplomatic staff and especially for Vetakans. If you wish to meet me in person for further discussion I request this be the place.

Yours Sincerely,
Winston Foxbury

Leafanistan

26-04-2007, 16:56

Emergancy Message to the Leafanistan High Command:

Official Dominion of Vetaka Diplomatic Message:

To: Leafanistan Government
From: Vetakan Foreign Affairs

Subject: TWSP/Clandonian Crisis

The Vetakan Defence Force has just informed me of Leafanistan Military Long Range Missile Strikes currently been tracked by the OBSAT System. The Free Dominion of Vetaka demands that Military Action is halted within the Virgin Islands Theatre for the time being.

The Free Dominion of Vetaka is on the verge of securing Peace Talks in the Neutral Vetakan Capital of Theeb. Please I plead to you not to engage further in Military Action. Please allow us to possibly defuse this situation via Peaceful Means.

Yours Vetakan President Scarlet Rogers

Dear President Scarlet Rogers,

All peoples want peace, and all do not wish to have the sin of a military force on their hands. It is a necessary evil, but I am not here to debate the ethical implications of military forces. I want to inform you that if the World Soviet Party truly desires peace, especially after their actions in Clandonian National Waters, they would not have disguised the invasion of the Clandonian Virgin Islands as some sort of 'liberation' from a tin-pot dictator.

Until Soviet Ships, and Soviet Personnel stop fighting and leave Clandonian, and Sovereign League territory, they do not desire peace and want to delay our operations to bring in more massive troops and ready their armies.

You see, the World Soviet Party does not haphazardly declare war. Everything it does has an ulterior motive. During this delay, and the eventual decay of the peace talks they will orchestrate, they will have built up their forces to have fully dominated the Virgin Islands. We will have to engage in long, tedious operations to dislodge the bloated tumor of the World Soviet Party.

Our missiles will land, they will not cause much damage, but they will buy time for our forces and remind the World Soviet Party that such wanton aggression is not welcome.

To reiterate, we will not send our ministers, especially to the company of dangerous hoodlums like the World Soviet Party, until they dedicate themselves to the pursuit of peace.

[END]

Commodore White furrowed his brow, and pounded his workstation. It was taking too long, the Virgin Islands might fall in that time and they would have to engage in a long campaign.

He wondered why the Clandonian's hadn't accepted their offer of long range paratroopers.

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Liberation of the Clandonian Virgin Islands (ATTN: Clandonia; Blackhelm)