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With socialist rebels having succeeded in pushing Romulii police and paramilitary forces off the island now known as the Fourth Internationale, foreign powers have been drawn into the local affair. Attempts at a peaceful, diplomatic resolution have failed, and even now Romulii aircraft are attacking FI positions. Meanwhile, the great powers steam towards the island at full speed, each desperate to arrive before the other to gain that last, vital advantage... (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=526154)

Bridge, Superdreadnought ANV Primo Frank, Flagship of the First Fleet:

"Grand Admiral," began the Commodore, "we are an hour out from the island, and within main gun range. Should we commence firing a preparatory bombardment, or wait for the landings to take place?"
"Let me see those satellite images first. Are we still go for Operation BLUFF?"
"Aye, sir. The 2nd, 3rd and 4th Marine Divisions are standing ready, while specops are operational already."
"Excellent. Air cover and army units?"
"Both A-1 and ready to go, sir."
"Then launch the air assault and get me a foothold on those beaches, Commodore."
"Aye aye sir."

Atopian First Fleet:

As the landing craft carrying the Marines powered away from their parent ships, the first wave of aircraft roared low overhead, their cargo of airborne infantry as lethal as any. Bombers and drone craft whispered high above, their fighter escorts whining around them at high speeds and higher Gs.

Behind the landers and hovercraft, the Primo Frank opened the bombardment, her huge railguns cracking open the sky with their fire. Shells and rockets barked forth from the rest of the fleet, impacting on the landing beaches to a depth of a mile and a half.

"Not much can survive that," grinned a marine in the lead lander, "eh, Sarge?"
"Don't be such a fool. The enemy'll be there - and even if they're not, act as if they are. If your IFF reads red, kill it. If your IFF reads white, kill it. If your IFF reads green - for fucks' sake don't shoot. Got it?"
"Aye, sarge," chorused the platoon, as they flicked the safeties on their ISAS-10 caseless rifles off and checked the HUD readouts for any armour problems...

ooc: is it ok för me to join? if not, desregard this post^^

Vestern States Broadcast to concerned nations;
"Vestern States is deploying the 4th Battlegroup in order to aid the civilian population in the Fourth Internationale.

Our ships will enter the region under parlamentry flag. We will not open fire unless fired upon.
In accordance with international law, we are not to be fired upon or relayed in our humanitarian actions.

Should the Vestern States naval units come under fire, we will concider it as an act of war and claim the rigth under international law to return fire."

OOC: Hmmm, railguns, armour systems, Just give me a sec to rewrite my post

OOC: anyone's welcome to join. Modern technologies up through 2010 so nothing too futuristic. Romulii, FI, and New Reman are all the same player.

OOC: I don't see why not, double-check with Romulii tho'. :)

"This is ANV Primo Frank to the 4th Battlegroup. We warn you not to interfere with ongoing military operations. Stay a minimum of 20 nautical miles from the First Fleet and a minimum of 15 miles from all Atopian assets on land. That is all. Out."

Declaration of the Establishment of an Exclusion Zone:

All non Romulii, Atopian, or allied units must remain 20 nautical miles away from the Fourth Internationale. Any units not fitting that description which enter the Exclusion Zone and do not turn back having been notified of their breach will be fired upon. Hunter-killer submarines and aircraft are patrolling the zone 24 hours a day.

Statement of the Formation of a Military Expeditionary Division

As presented to the Congressional Parliament of The Googleistic Democracy of Googlewoop in its entirety on the date 8 May.


Division I of the Googlewooper Defence Force (Expeditionary Force)


I, II, III, IV, V, VI Infantry Legions (6000 Men total)
XI, XII Cavalry Legion (100 MBTs)
XXI, XXII Cavalry Legion (100 Light Fighting/AA Vehicles)
I, II, III, IV Supply Legions
I, II Medical Legions


1st Naval Attachment

1 Googlewoop Cass Super Dreadnaught
2 Slazenger Class Destroyers
2 Googleopolis Class Cruisers

2 Class I Hospital Ships (500 Beds)
4 Class 1 Supply Ships (1 Supply Legion each)
10 ‘V’ Class Landing ships (w/Amphibious landing craft for 1 Legion)

10 squadrons SuperBee Close Air Support Squadrons attached to landing ships


These units have departed Googlewoop and are heading for standoff positions near the international water border with The Fourth Internationale

The Air Admiral stormed into the President's office, startling both him and the chief of staff. "Sir, Romulii has launched aircraft against the Sutland Island rebels! It also appears that communication from the island has been disabled."

The President sighed heavily. "Full alert for the airforce. I want fighters in the air asap to intercept the Romuliian forces."

"Yes Sir."

Publicly Avaliable Information Concerning the First Fleet and 4th Army Group - Also Known as the Atopian Expeditionary Force or AEF

Atopian Naval Vessels:

Primo Frank, superdreadnought, flagship.
Four supercarriers.
Eight carriers.
10 heavy cruisers.
20 light cruisers.
30 destroyers.
60 anti-aircraft/ASW frigates.
50 submarines.
50 super-heavy landing craft and related landers - 500,000 Marines in three divisions.

Air Assets:

20 squadrons; drone fighters, manned fighters.
4 squadrons; AWACS/ELINT aircraft.
5 wings; bombers, heavy and strategic (land-based in Atopian territory).
8 squadrons; ground-attack craft.

Ground Assets:

4th Army Group - 1.5 million soldiers in three Armies of 500,000 each. Transported by air and sea; transport classified.

The intel of the establishment of the Exclusion Zone by the Atopianan Navy was indeed puzzeling. The commander of the 4th Battlegroup, Admiral Eliasson was deeply troubled. After a short discussion with the Herald of the State, Johan Vintersson, Admiral Eliasson sent a message to the Atopianan Navy

We are following your orders. All Vestern States military naval vessels will hold distance. We require however, in accordance with international human rigths laws, that the Vestern States vessels with humanitarian supplies are to be let through to FI.
I personally assure that no military personell, apart from ligthly armed security officers, will be on the ships. I also guarantee that no weapons or armarments are on the ships. The security staff is only 150 strong and they are only armed armed with 9mm guns.

Regards;
Admiral Eliasson

On the command bridge of the GS Super Cat, Admiral Piet of the Googlewooper navy looks at the orders once more. He turns to the gathering of captains and ground force colonels behind him.
“We have authorisation to land on the island. Landing ships are to launch all amphibious craft at 0100 hours tonight. SuperBee squadrons will be running anti submarine operations from now until then. While the landing craft are approaching land, the battle group will attempt to keep that super dreadnaught preoccupied. Is anything not understood?”
No one answers.
“Good. Now let’s get it right out here. I we don’t there could be a blood bath on that island for our boys. We don’t get reinforced until tomorrow”

Bridge of Vertical Gatawan flagship

Admiral Arae stood calmly on the bridge looking over maps and reports of events unfolding around Fourth Internationale..He turned to one of his senior officers

"The Atopians have established an exclusion zone..Have all ships take up and hold positions bordering the exclusion zone.."

"Aye Admiral" The officer replied and quickly began radioing out to the rest of the fleet.

Arae took the comsat in his hand and began trying to radio the Atopian commander

"This is Admiral Arae of the Gatawan 5th Imperial Fleet detachment..We are here to conduct humanitarian efforts and thus must request access for our medical units into the exclusion zone in order to aid any Fourth Internationale civilans..All combat craft will remain outside your declared zone as requested."

Arae switched a button on the Comsat and then Radioed to the Vestern States units within the area

"This is Admiral Arae of the Gatawan 5th Imperial Fleet detachment..Our interest in the area is similar as we are both here to save civilan lives...I suggest we cooperate as this will be beneficial to the people of Fourth Internationale...How do you respond?"

Ships withdrawn - You seem to have enough.

An additional force of 4 Carrier Battle Groups leaves Googlewoop

Total forces

8 Strike Class Carriers
80 squadrons naval fighters including long range interceptors, fighter bombers and ‘Golden Arrow’ strategic nuclear anti surface aircraft.

16 Slazenger Class Destroyers
16 Googleopolis Class Cruisers
16 Trawler Class Anti Submarine Frigates

5 Class II Super Floating Hospitals
10 Class II Supply Ships

100 additional Infantry Legions (1 Million Soldiers)
20 additional MBT Legions (2000 MBTs)
100 additional Supply Legions

10 Helicopter Medivac Squadrons

Comms Room, ANV Primo Frank:

"This is the ANV Primo Frank to 4th Battlegroup's Admiral Eliasson and all other humanitarian units: we accept your conditions. Humanitarian vessels may proceed and must identify themselves every half hour on the following frequency: 293.82 LW. Over."

Beach Landing Zone BLUFF:

As the last shell exploded, its hollow boom reverberating around the cove, the first lander grounded. Marines leapt from it, their composite armour suits shifting colour and spectrum, minimising their visibility. All along Zone BLUFF, landing craft crunched up the beaches and disgorged their troopers. Ten miles inland, the first airmobile divisions landed, seizing bridges, villages, and vital supply lines.

Inland:

As the first wave of bombers reached their first time-to-target marker, they began jamming. Across the island, special forces units began to attack supply dumps and enemy units. Targets of opportunity were hit as well as convoys and small patrols...

First Fleet:

"I want us to engage at flank speed the Googlewooperian naval assets. Get a link to FASCES - I want real-time satellite intel and drone-recon out there now. Vector in hunter-killers onto their subs and extend the ASW sweeps. Got it?"
"Yessir."

"This is Admiral Arae of the Gatawan 5th Imperial Fleet detachment..Our interest in the area is similar as we are both here to save civilan lives...I suggest we cooperate as this will be beneficial to the people of Fourth Internationale...How do you respond?"

Shortly after recieving the message from the Gataway Navy, Admiral Eliasson sent an answer.
We accept your proposal. Our aid-groups will reath the Zone in 4 hours. I suggest that our aid-units mett 5 nautical miles from the zone, and enter together

Kevin Dale could feel the rush of air as the engines of the landing craft he and 100 other infantry were crammed into wired to life. The hovercraft lifted noticeably above the water and began to slowly roll towards the open bay door of the landing ship. A SuperBee zipped by the front of the ship leaving a spray of water suspended in the air for a few seconds. As the craft slipped out of it’s mother ship the red light of the loading bay disappeared and it was nearly pitch black. Dark clouds hung overhead. Kevin adjusted the temperature on his armoured vest slightly. He could see the shapes of several of the other landing ships about half a kilometre away. Small puffs of white in front of them denoted landing craft leaving their holds as well.

In the distance to the right he saw a brilliant flash. Then, some seconds later the noise of his landing craft’s engine was drowned out by an incredible sound, like a dog barking at extreme volume. A row of 10 flashes illuminated the area from which the first had come and a tremendous rumble of explosions ripped past his head. He could see the outline of the leviathan from which the flashes had come. The Super Dreadnaught had opened fire. The landing craft continued to speed towards the land mass that Kevin could faintly make out against the clouds ahead.

Response to all forces involved

Vestern States
Our ships will await your arrival and proceed jointly as requested.

Atopiana
Confirmed all medical vessels will identify on frequency 293.82 LW every half hour. We are pleased at the agreement to allow passage

Arae Open channel announcement

Gatawan forces are currently arriving in the area and will conduct humanitarian aid operations for all parties involved it is the view of the Gatawan government that all lives are equally valuable and as such Gatawan forces will be aiding Fourth Internationale and its supporters as well as Romulii and its supporters

93rd Rocket Army Bunker Control Room, deep under the Verstandt Mountains

"Seems the Atopians have got themselves into a bit of a bother again," yawned the Rocket-Brigadier as he reclined in his big leather chair whilst his aide put her shirt back on and tried to cover herself.
"So sorry for bothering you like this sir," blushed the Lieutenant, trying to avert his eyes from the naked officer and his nearly-naked companion.
"Pfft and balderdash boy, not you fault. Just knock next time?" Winked the senior officer, powering up his laptop.

Official Communication From 93rd Rocket Army, Skgorrian Strategic Rocket Forces To All Non-Atopians Near Fourth Internationale

You have one hour to withdraw a hundred miles from the Atopian Blockade or face annihilation

What is it with you minnows and your incessant evil alliances! Googlewoop has no desire for full scale war, just to see the people of The Fourth Internationale freed from the tyrannical government of Romulii!

Command Section, ANV Primo Frank:

"Sir, Skgorria has weighed in on our side."
"Excellent, the Pact of Iron stands yet. Anything else?"
"Aye sir, FASCES sat-intel reports that the Googlewoopers are here," said the aide, jabbing at the glass strategic display, "and that they've opened fire at extreme range on these positions here."
"And where are we?"
"Nowhere near their fall of shot, and moving to weapons range within two hours, sir."
"Excellent. Carry on."

Response to all forces involved

Vestern States
Our ships will await your arrival and proceed jointly as requested.


Excellent. Our humanitarian ships has been granted safe passage.
Radiocontact with blockade-ships every 30 minuits.
we rejoyce to have another good-hearted nation with us on this mission.

Official Communication From 93rd Rocket Army, Skgorrian Strategic Rocket Forces To All Non-Atopians Near Fourth Internationale

You have one hour to withdraw a hundred miles from the Atopian Blockade or face annihilation

Under international laws, humanitarian efforts are not to be subjected to attacks.
The naval forces of Vestern States is neutral in this war. We are here to aid the civilian population of IF.
Any kind of attack on our naval units is a violation of international laws of humanitarian aid efforts. We stay.

Urgent Transmission to all Humanitarian Units:

Transmit your exact co-ordinates and routes to all military assets involved on both sides to minimise any unfortunate blue-on-blue fire incidents, please.

Urgent Transmission to all Humanitarian Units:

Transmit your exact co-ordinates and routes to all military assets involved on both sides to minimise any unfortunate blue-on-blue fire incidents, please.


"VSN Aid-Squad Bravo.
Currently 2 nautical miles inside the Zone. Transmitting NavCoordinates on open channel no"

"Acknowledged, aid-unit Bravo. Diverting all nearby units to avoid contact."

All Gatawan Naval Vessels will be holding positions at coordinates GL 0654/0872..with the exception of medical vessels which will transmit coordinates upon entry and exit of the exclusion zone as well as every half hour as previously requested

Announcement to the people of The Fourth Internationale from Jon Hay, Prime Minister and President, The Googleistic Republic of Googlewoop


Citizens of The Fourth Internationale,

It has come to the attention of our Ministry of Defence that in order to maintain a claim to the independence of your land, a near full scale military invasion will be required. However certain of victory, considering our military might we may be, I cannot commit the entire forces of the Googlewooper Military in the pursuit of your freedom as a nation at your current location. Too many nations seem willing to uphold the ideals of dictators and Nazis before the rights of free people of good moral standing and too few if any are willing to aid us in this struggle.

We will however continue to fight for your lives and your individual freedom as people. I advise you all to leave while there is too much discord for the Romulii and their allies to enslave you once again. We will stay and teach these filthy dogs a lesson in warfare long enough for all of you who wish to leave to find a way to do so.

I offer the sincerest apologies of my entire nation for failing you.

Command Room:

"Sir, we've got a twenty mile foothold unopposed."
"Excellent. Push on until you make contact."
"Will we be being reinforced?"
"No. We fight and we win. Intel suggests we won't be outnumbered and our tech is better than theirs."
"Jolly good, sir."

((Can I come in as an aggressor mercenary force that wants to keep the war going by using unmarked military aircraft, their two Scinfaxi-class sub-carriers, and their new orbital super weapon, the Arkbird II, against both sides of the conflict and trick them into believing that one or the other is just conducting special operations missions against one another?))

Communications Area, ANV Frank

Taking note of the co-ordinates passed on over frequencies, the CFSS agent disguised as an Atopian crewman quickly scribbled them onto a faxsheet. He moved surreptitiously to a fax machine and sent a copy of the co-ordinates to somewhere in Skgorria. The outgoing fax was bound to alert ship's security, but he didn't care, the job was done.

Official Communication From 93rd Rocket Army, Skgorrian Strategic Rocket Forces To All Non-Atopians Near Fourth Internationale

Oh sorry! We forgot, wrong people. Sorry everyone, we were in the middle of a training exercise and someone got carried away. Please, carry on.

----

As the message was going out, thousands of rocket launches could be detected, all heading for space.

Communications Room, ANV Primo Frank:

"What the hell...?"
"What is it?"
"The fax's been used."
"But it's the fax!"
"I know, I know, what's it... fuck."
"What?!"
"Look, co-ordinates. I don't recognise the address."
"Wank. Get security up here."
"NO, you fool, this is a K Division matter, do you want to explain yourself to them?"
"I suppose not..."
"Look, let's get back to our stations and deny everything, OK?"
"Yeh, yeh, you're right."
"Of course I'm right, I'm the NCO."

On the escort-cruiser Vendelberg, a radar-operator picked up a strange reading on he´s screens. Not sure of how to proceed, he called for the Radar Officer.

"Sir, take a look at this".
"What?"
"Sir, i´m gettign a weird reading from one of our relay sattelites. I dunno, could just be a meteor shower, but i thougth it was best to inform you sir"
"Indeed. Take a snapshot of the data-feed, and have it sent to Naval Intel on the Logaretis for processing."
"Yes sir"

The operator took a copy of the data-feed for the last 10 minuits and relayed it to the Logaretis

The Gatawan medical vessels pushed on towards the coast..issuing off their identifacation and location codes...as the ships got closer the medical personell prepared and redied their equipment..the isle looked bad enough after the bombings by Romulii..

Stephen readied for the worst..he had seen what combat could do being an ex-army medic who joined the Humanitarian Corps after he was discharged.."Make sure we have plenty of Iv's ready I'm pretty sure this is going to get nasty very quickly.." Stephen said to a young medical aid who was busy prepping each individual bed for soon to be patients

ooc: Skgorria are you planning on attacking the Humanitarian Aid vessels with a space missle strike or what?

The Gatawan medical vessels pushed on towards the coast..issuing off their identifacation and location codes...as the ships got closer the medical personell prepared and redied their equipment..the isle looked bad enough after the bombings by Romulii..

Stephen readied for the worst..he had seen what combat could do being an ex-army medic who joined the Humanitarian Corps after he was discharged.."Make sure we have plenty of Iv's ready I'm pretty sure this is going to get nasty very quickly.." Stephen said to a young medical aid who was busy prepping each individual bed for soon to be patients

ooc: Skgorria are you planning on attacking the Humanitarian Aid vessels with a space missle strike or what?

The VSN Aid convoy was not far behind the Gatawan convoy.
The larger ships stopped some 2 kilometer from the coast, being to shallow water.
First away were two squadrons of Chinook helikopters, carrying two fully equipped field hospitals, as well as medical staff.
The smaller vessels had already started to load medical supplies ans speeded to the coast.

From what could be seen on sattilite photos, the medics were in for a long, hard nigth.
But with the combined efforts of Vestern States and Gatawa, much could still be achived.

OOC: Not just the humanitarian vessels, but you don't know that IC ;)

The missiles seperated into their seperate MIRVs and began their descent. A full 8,000 seperate 550kt warhead plummeted to the earth, configured for an airburst detonation. Several thousand of the warheads could be seen heading for the island as well as the enemy fleets...

Command Room, ANV Primo Frank:

The sub-lieutenant blanched. She gulped, then quickly ran through her checklist again. No change. Those tracks continued.

"Sir," she called, a tremor of panic edging her voice, "I'm reading multiple thousand inbound re-entry vehicles."
"WHAT!"
"Um, the scans indicate eight thousand individual tracks."
"Extrapolate ground zero!"
"Extrapolating, sir."

There was a tense silence broken only by the humming of electrics as the room turned to the task of tracking and extrapolating the routes of the incoming bombardment. An emergency warning monitor began to beep, insistently.

"Sir, most of those incoming are heading for the island."
"Warn Fourth Army and Marshal Skanakova."
"Aye sir," called the Admiral's number one, "I'll set the fleet on full NBC drill as well, sir."
"Good man. Do it."

Marshal Skanakova's Command Post, Fourth Internationale:

"This is GHQ to all units, repeat, all units. This is a priority one signal - go to full NBC protocols and head for BLUFF Zone with all speed. This message repeats..."
"There's no more we can do, Marshal."
"Very well, General Ianovitch. I will remain at my post."
"Yes Ma'am."

The two saluted, their faceplates reflecting each other's armoured bodies. Comrades and soldiers, they both knew that they were doomed - but they had to try to get the HQ units to the beaches. Marshal Skanakova, however, had opted for glory and honour in death at her post...

"Chancellor, our troops have sat foot on Sutland Island..."

"Excellent. I want anyone that resists put down swiftly."

Public Statement:

Anyone found assisting the rebels of Sutland Island in ANY way will be dealt with. We are dispatching our navy to intercept "humanitarian" vessels. We ask that you hand over our citizens for proper justice.

Bridge of the VSN Logaretis
"All units, fire Massdrivers and Kill Projectiles at will. Take down as many of the warheads as possible." Admiral Eliasson commanded over the intercom with a calm and steady voice.
"Execute CBRN protocole Delta. Send message to HQ, that we are attacked with nuclear weapons. Origin unknown"

The aid-units on the beach raced back to the landing vessels.
Although many of them already had made their peace with the Heavens, the majority of them were so scared that they wettened their pants.

hundreds of thousands of projectiles filled the skies around the battlegroup.
Warhead after warhead was destroyed, but there were too many

"ALL HANDS! EMERGENCY NUCLEAR ALERT" yelled Admiral Eliasson over the intercom.

=====================
High Command, Vestern States

The reports of nuclear warheads headed for the region where the 4th Battlegroup were deployed immidetly put the strategic missile forces on high alert.

The missiles fired at the ships were being back-traced to their origin. Once located, a full retaliation seemed the only option.

Bridge of the Verticle

The bridge was a mess as detection of the inbound missles ahd spread throughout the fleet.

"Radio high command unknown forces attacking...and prepare for possible impacts.and recall all medical vessels."

Arae switched over on the comsat to the Atopian fleet..

"Confirm incoming re-entry vehicles...is this an Atopian bombardment, or is attacker unknown transmit findings to Gatawan High command open freq. AD 6577...static...

ooc: hard to return your citizens when all our vessels, the citizens, and the invading armies are being mauled by 550kt warheads.

Communications Room, ANV Primo Frank:

"This is not, repeat not, an Atopian bombardment! Provenance unknown! W-"

((Okay, since I've received neither a reply nor a decent answer from anybody, I think I'll just take a minor aggressor stance with unmarked craft. Yay for terrorism!))

Two hundred miles off the coast of the Fourth Internationale, seven leagues below the surface of the water

"So, what's the situation, tac-ops?" The Captain of the Scinfaxi-class Aersiroth observed his tactical officer's station from over his shoulder, waiting for an answer.

"Well, sir," began his tactical officer, "it seems that a large force consisting mainly of Atopianan forces seem to have decided that they were going to invade this new nation in the name of its 'Pact of Iron,' or something to that effect, and their allies and our former clients, Skggoria, seem to be backing them. It also appears that the Googlewoopians are moving in their forces to assist the Fourth Internationales in repelling the Atopianans, although, from our standpoint, it's really difficult trying to tell who's doing what, although we've managed to confirm that there are humanitarian ships from Gataway and the Vestern States there to assist with casualties, both civilian and military."

"Hmmm..." The Captain pondered. "It seems odd that the private investors of our company would want to escalate this conflict. I can't see where our economic gain is in this war..."

"Permission to speak freely, sir?" The tactical officer was looking up at his superior.

"Granted."

"Why should we bother caring? We're getting paid, right?"

"Point taken, commander." The Captain began walking back to his chair in the center of the bridge. "All hands, prepare to surface. Have the two F-35Cs and the two X-02 Wyverns prepped for launch. I want them in the air as soon as we've broken the surface."

"Aye, sir." The entire crew on the bridge went to work, relaying orders and such, making preparations for the fighters to deploy. Soon, the massive subcarrier broke surface, and the fighters were slowly brought up to the main deck. The four fighters were specifically built for this class of ship, and they were also built with stealth technology in mind. The F-35C resembled a smaller, single-engine version of a Raptor, and the Wyvern was completely original, utilizing the 'switch-blade' folding wings for speeds higher than four hundred miles per hour. Not only that, but their topside stabilizing fins also folded down once that speeds was achieved, and then the rest of the maneuvering at those speeds was accomplished by the three-dimensional vectoring thrusters.

((Note: for a picture of the Wyvern, please see my signature.))

The two F-35Cs were being piloted by the Galm Squadron. They were the best of the best of the mercenary squadrons, and had the battle-record to prove it, having flown in over one hundred combat sorties without ever losing a plane. Their pilots callsigns were Cipher, the Demon Lord of the Round Table, and Solo Wing Pixy.

The two Wyverns were piloted by the two most famous single-fighter aces in the entire airforce. Mobius One, the White Ribbon, and Yellow Thirteen, the Knight of Stonehenge. Both of these pilots individually had the projected combat capabilities of an entire fighter squadron, and flight simulations proved that both Mobius One and Yellow Thirteen could handle the Galm Squadron by themselves.

Thusly, they had been chosen for this mission, and with the advanced stealth capabilities of all four fighters and the lack of any markings pertaining their employment to any faction, detecting them before they reached the nation of Fourth Nationale would be damn near impossible, especially if they flew in at five hundred feet above sea level.

The Galm Squadron had been equipped with two air-to-ship missiles per fighter, and the two Wyverns had been equipped with cluster bomblet dispensors. The bomblets themselves were two hundred fifty pounds worth of plastic explosives, thermite, and a thin, fragmenting carapace that exploded on impact. The bomblets were also spherical, and hitting any surface would ignite them, provided they were moving at a speed higher than two hundred miles per hour.

Their mission: to destroy humanitarian aid ships and destroy civilian targets in the name of Romulii under the squadron code name 'Ofnir.'

ooc: You can have fun destroying the Humanitarian ships considering the Isle of Fourth Internationales..and every fleet around it just got bombarded by 8000 550kt warheads...not much left to destroy really...

Gataway Naval High Command

Grand Admiral Jusov sat calmly in his quarters reading over the newspaper when there was a knock at his door..

"Admiral its Captain Lenord, its urgent sir"

Jusov sat down his coffee and paper...probably some ship had wrecked nothing too major he thought to himself...

"Come in Captain."

Lenord entered quickly and shut the door behind him

"Sir 5th fleet's medical detachment has been whiped out!"

Jusov nearly knocked his desk over when he jumped up

"What the hell do you mean 5th fleet's detachment has been lost!...You don't just loose a few hundred ships!"

"Sir it seems they were whiped out by an unknown group deploying re-entry vehicles..The Imperial council has already alerted Intel and is in the process of attempting to track down the nation responsible. Nadov has already vowed for a retalitory action once found out and has set the nation in a state of war, Focus is turned towards Zambistan since they remain are most active enemy although they lack the means to carry out such an attack."

Jusov sat back down and leaned back in astonishment at the turn of events.

"Alert all Gatawan fleets underway to red alert combat status, and order all our subs to prep there warheads for deployment official authintication code 1512-Alpha-Green."

"Aye Admiral..any other orders sir?"

"Get contact with all the other known parties involved in the area and see if we can get them to cooperate and share intel...have 5th fleet deploy a rescue detachment to see if we have any survivors at all."

"Aye Admiral, I'll keep you posted"

With that Lenord rushed off to carry out his orders

Message to Romulii Government

As we are sure you are aware of the massive re-entry bombardment which has decimated friendly and hostile forces alike..We recommend sharing intelligence in order to discover the source of this unprevoked attack

Nigel Lums Foreign Affairs Minister

Message to Atopian Government

By now we are sure you are aware of the destruction off of the Isle of Fourth Internationales, We request all intel you have avaliable for discovering the source of this unprevoked attack, Our forces were in cooperation during our operations there we hope this cooperation will continue

Nigel Lums Foreign Affairs Minister

Message to Government of Vestern States

The massive attack on the Isle of Fourth Internationales has left both our fleets destroyed..We request any intel possible that would lead to the source of these attacks so that we may commence retalitory actions against them

Nigel Lums Foreign Affairs Minister

White light flared in his visor. His eyes, screwed tight shut, registered it through the dampening and his eyelids as a dull ruddy glow. His suit began to chirrup warnings in his ear, but he couldn't hear them over the unending roar of the nuclear detonations.

From the time that he had taken cover to the time of the first explosion was under five minutes. In that short space, almost one and a half million soldiers and their equipment had ceased to exist. Fourth Army took 85% casualties in just three seconds; whole divisions ceasing to exist in the blink of an eye.

Marshal Skanakova's ashes floated on the wind as it tore across Sutland's shattered terrain. All thoughts of combat had been driven from her surviving troopers, who were pinned to the ground for the sake of their very lives.

Twelve miles out to sea, the First Fleet changed course. Radiological details began to prepare to receive casualties. The mass landers, protected to some extent from the greys already burning outwards from Ground Zero, moved in, protected by the fleet, to retrieve as many survivors as possible from BLUFF Zone.

Aircraft and drones began to patrol around the mushroom clouds as communication lines lit up. Questions flared through the ether as FASCES crew demanded to know what the hell was going on...

Gatawan 5th fleet

New Admiral Rena took his position at the bridge..at any other time under any other circumstances he would have been happy to have made Admiral but the loss of one of his closest friends was not how he wanted to go about getting promoted.

"Set course for Fourth Internationales have all the CBRR teams ready to go. I doubt we'll find many survivors but we have our orders...and I want 3 sqaudrons in the air at all times. All hands at battlestations and if anything gets remotely close I want it blasted out of the water and we can ask questions later we should arrive in 5 hours."

"Aye Admiral " Came the reply in unison from the other bridge officers,

Secure Message to Atopian Forces

The Gatawan 5th fleet is approaching from the north-east to retrive our dead and find any survivors possible this is not a military operation..Any Gatawan survivors found during your rescue efforts would be greatly appreciated we wish you the best of luck

Imperial Grand Admiral Jusov Gatawan Naval Command

Kevin Daley opened his eyes. Instantly he was aware of a burning pain to his lower stomach. He tried to sit up.
“Hey, hey! You stay down buddy, your hurt pretty bad.”
The voice was from another soldier, cupping Kevin’s head in his hands. The soft hum of a small outboard engine echoed across the empty sea. Kevin realised he was in one of the emergency life rafts from his landing hovercraft.
“What happened?”
“Missiles, lots of them,” Mumbled the soldier supporting him. “They hit everything; the island, the fleet and our landing ship. Piece of the landing deck sliced clean through our lander. You copped a rifle to the stomach during the explosion. Medic says you should be alright though.”
“Fucking cowards is what they are… whoever they are,” growled Private Zach Keune, Kevin’s platoon medic, lighting a cigar.

For hours the survivors of ‘I Legion, VII Century’ drifted in their boats. Finally the silence and darkness was broken by the beam of a search light.
“Who sails there?” yelled a voice from the distance.
Kevin looked up. He could see the dark grey hull of an immense ship loomed above. Letters the size of his house spelled out ‘VSD001’. It was the Super Dreadnaught. Kevin was hoisted up the side of the ship. The side loading doors and lifts were out of action for some reason. Kevin gasped as he reached deck level. The destruction was immense. Along the great stretch of ship, three football field sized areas of black twisted metal steamed where towers, turrets and sensory equipment once stood.
“Cheer up son. The Fuckers can’t sink a ship this size by dropping rocks on it.” The statement and following chuckle came from behind him. Kevin twisted his head and took in the sight of Admiral Piett, Grand Admiral of the Fleet although in somewhat of a less ceremonial state. The flap of his tunic hung open, his hair messed and his arm in a sling, the other leaning against the guard rail. He smiled smugly at Kevin as the wounded soldier was stretchered away.

The Admiral turned again in the direction of the island which his men had never had the chance to reach. Flames engulfed most of the landscape. He began muttering to himself.
“Enemies, allies, neutrals, civilians, women, children!” At least there’s no longer any reason for us to stay in this hell hole. There is no island to protect, no people to free.”
He rolled his gullet and spat outwards into the sea.


OOC: I have no taste for this sort of fight. The time frame doesn’t fit my RP style anyway. I will RP my surviving forces out of there and leave the rest of you to deal with the underdeveloped imagination of Skgorria.

Intercepted Transmission from the field:

Who the hell is shooting at us!? We've secured all major military strongholds but we're still under heavy fire. Source Unknown.

Intercepted Transmission from the naval unit: We're under excessive bombardment! Half the fleet's either sunk or heavily damaged! We MUST fall back!

Intelligence Transmission to Getaway: We are aware of your bombardment, but we're just as in the dark as you are. Our intelligence is not showing any forces, friend or foe in the area that has this kind of ability.

Emperors speech to the nation
My fellow countrymen, the news i´m bringing is the worst in my entire life.
During an humanitarian aid-mission to the Fourth Internationale, the 4th Battlegroup was attacked by an unknown enemy with a massive nuclear strike, effectivly destroying the 4th Battlegroup. We have lost thousands of family and friends.

I will today order the High Command of the Armed Forces to send the 5th and 8th Battlegroups to save the survivors and salvage lost ships and our fallen friends and loved ones.
I have also ordered High Command to statr working on how we will destroy the cowards who did this!

Tonigth we will remember our fallen loved ones.

The attack on the 4th Battlegroup had decimated it. Anthough most of the warheads were destroyed, 95% of the battlegroup was destroyed.
The Logaretis survived, but was badly damaged. Admiral Eliasson was dead, as were most of the sailors. Of the aid-teams that had laded had none survived.

Vestern States strategic missile forces was put on High Alert, and soon the back-tracing of the missiles were complete.
Once completed, a full nuclear strike was to be made on the launchsite with the intent to eradicate it.

Transmission to Gatawa
We are establishing a secure data-feed from our intelligens to yours in 2 hours time.

Atopiana
The 5th and 8th Battlegroups of the Imperail Navy of Vestern States will reach the Zone in 24 hours. Do not stop them.
They will salvage lost friends and ships.

Minutes before the 'Ofnir' squadron was launched, the massive shockwave of the thousands of nuclear explosions reached the Aersiroth, followed by a massive ocean swell that sent the subcarrier rising and falling back into the water. The entire crew of the subcarrier was thrown to the floor, banged up, and bruised, with a few crewman suffering minor fractures.

The Captain was the first on his feet, his arm hanging by his side at an awkward angle. "Status report! What in bloody hell is going on?"

"It was a nuclear attack, sir! Our radar's been sufficiently fried by the EMP left in its wake!" The tactical officer was bleeding from his forehead, but still kept up his job. "Multiple reports from all forces that were involved, as retrieved from recording devices, state that more than one hundred nuclear warheads just flew in from an unknown location and obliterated the island!"

"Who the hell could've launched so many warheads?" The Captain flopped back into his chair. "Order a withdrawal from the area, and submerge to three leagues. We're bugging out of the area for now."

"Aye, sir!"

The fighters were then brought below deck, and within a few short minutes, the Aersiroth simply...disappeared...

Broadcast on all frequencies:

"All Atopian units are observing a cease-fire, repeat, all Atopian units are observing a cease-fire. We will not fire unless fired upon. Message begins again: All Atopian units..."

Atopian Marine Task Force OBTUSE, Operation: FIRESIDE:

General Order 0224:

We must advance inland and provide relief to those who need it. The island has been severely radiated and it is highly likely that medical aid will be next to useless. Decontamination teams are on the way and your primary mission will be to recover Atopian military units for emergency medical care and subsequent debriefing. You will assist all other military units engaged in the same task.

You may defend yourselves as you see fit.

Declaration of Annexation, Atopian Ministry of Foreign Affairs:

With the total destruction of the island of Sutland, Atopian military personnel from the First Fleet's Marine contingent are now in control of the island.

This means that Sutland Island is now the territory of the Atopian Government and is under the control of the Pact of Iron. We will defend our new possession to the death, and hope to have excellent relations with our Romulii neighbours.

The reports of nuclear warheads headed for the region where the 4th Battlegroup were deployed immidetly put the strategic missile forces on high alert.

The missiles fired at the ships were being back-traced to their origin. Once located, a full retaliation seemed the only option.

OOC: On the timing of this post, you'll only be able to tell that the missiles are coming straight down at you. Tracing an origin point would be nearly impossible

OOC: On the timing of this post, you'll only be able to tell that the missiles are coming straight down at you. Tracing an origin point would be nearly impossible

Yeah. I know^^. The posting was messed up due to some errors with my ISP or something in that way. Let´s just forget that that post ever was written. Or as we say in Sweden "Låt oss dra ett sträck över det =)"

Gatawa Capital of Gataway

Emperor Nadov stood on the steps of the Imperial Palace, before him was a sea of reporters,family members, and state security officers..

Great citizens of Gataway, as you are all aware the fifth fleet's detachment to Fourth Internationales, This cowardly attack was unprevoked and unjust, as we extended our generous hands to aid those in need and were in no way involved militarily..The men and women of task group Noble cause are Hero's and they're sacrafice in the name of humanity shall always be remembered.

I therefore Officially declare this day today and forever more a national day of mourning and rememberance, I have also approved the construction of a monument in Kafita at Imperial Navy Headquarters and the capital to commerate all souls lost during this great show of good faith.

Furthermore I can assure you all that we are in no immediate danger and that our intelligence community is working jointly with many of the other parties involved in order to discover the source of this most cowardice act of violence

With that Nadov turned and surrounded in a cloak of Imperial bodyguards walked back inside the palace

Message to all Foreign Intelligence Agencies previously contacted

We have recieved your replies and would like to express our gratitude for the willing cooperation on this project to determine the group responsible for this attack...an open Intel channel has been established and we would like to assure you all that any and all information we have will be shared amongst your respective agencies.

Gataway 5th Fleet

Rena stood on the bridge looking out over the now open water where the 5th's detachment had once been..a few survivor rafts were seen floating in the water although many were found to be empty or contained the dead..in all only 500 survivors were found and of those many would probably not last the voyage back to home port...Rena now turned his attentions on begining the salvage operation for the sunk vessels it would be a long hard project but a necessary one. Rena flipped over to open channel on the comsat

"Attention all foreign vessels the Gatawan fifth fleet has arrived to collect our survivors, dead, and recover what vessels we can..we are under defensive combat measures and will only fire if fired upon. I request that if any Gatawan naval personell have been picked up by foreign vessles they be returned to us immediately...this channel will remain open for communications amongst fleets...I wish each of you the best of luck in recovering your own fallen brethern...Admiral Rena Fisher of the Gatawan fifth fleet..out...