NationStates Jolt Archive

It was looking to be a bright day, the sun had just risen over the palm forests and the various native creatures were beginning to wake up. Their calls filled the mistly morning air. But that was not all that was stirring...

Nearby, men ran up and down the trenches and in between the gun turrets as they prepared for the attack, the fledgling Alversian Army was attempting to delay the mighty Danaversian War machine long enough for the nearby cities to be evacuated, the first issue of Order 44. Their efforts were to be in vain...

That evening, scavengars came down from the trees to feed on the carcasses of the dead. The fires from the cities could still be seen from the forests. It was a dark day for the newly created Alversian state.

Moments later, a homing beacon was sent deep into space. It broadcast the following message:

To: Any and All Friendly nations!

The Fledgling state of Alversia requests aid from any friendly nations! Our nation has existed for only three years and we are already under attack from the Imperialist Danaversians (A picture came up, detailing Humans in ancient Roman armour carrying blaster rifles) We have been attacked and already the volunteer army on our moon has been destroyed along with all the cities (Another picture, showing rubble and smoking bodies lying all over the place) We need urgent assistance, either in terms of a military presence or just equipment and training. We cannot hold them and will soon be destroyed. (Pictures, showing Alversian Soldiers, wearing the same Roman armour but in blue as well as being slightly shorter and carrying far less modern blasters) Our nation only wants to live in peace but we are to be destroyed by a cruel and vicious power. We await in hope of a response from any nations who wish to fight for freedom or for honour

Trezan Baxtor
Alversian President
Alversia

HMS Furious – Vanguard Class:
“Run it through the filter again,” said Lieutenant Berry starring at the screen, “Can we do anything to boost the signal?”
“Yes sir,” replied the signalman manning the station, “Dispatch a Raptor closer to the transmitting station.”
“I’d rather not make that request until we get more of the message, it might just be a TV signal,” said Berry, rubbing his chin.
The 2 men occupied a station in the ship’s Electronic Warfare suite; the other stations were monitoring a range of frequencies, ranging from Outer Heaven frequencies to signatures left from distinctive alien technology. What Berry was doing was wasting his time... but he was interested.
“It’s the only option left open to us sir, I mean if you weren’t here I would have given up already,” replied the signalman.
“Ok, I’ll speak to the Captain.”

HMS Furious - 4 Hours later:
“It’s as we first thought Captain,” said Berry proudly, “It’s a distress call of sorts.”
“And the Raptor confirmed this?” asked Captain Dalton, shifting through the hastily put together report.
“Sir.”
“Right, well let’s take a look then Lieutenant, after all its why we’re out here,” he smiled, handing the report back, and turning on the inter-com to the CIC at the same time. “Commander, set condition 2 throughout the ship, prepare for jump.”

HMS Furious Flight Deck – 25 minutes later:
“Right this is fastball operation lads,” said Captain Baker adjusting the rifle on his back, “We’re currently in orbit of a planet designated M-3092/F, operations has requested a marine force to land on the planet to escort a Naval recce party. The mission outline is that we’ll be putting a troop sized formation into the wooded area south of a population base designated Objective Gold. We’re to secure the landing zone and wait out on the orders from the Naval mission commander, who is Commander Ely, the XO, Simple stuff... any questions?”
There was mutterings in the company that was sat spaced out on the flight deck floor, “Do we know enemy strength in the area sir?” piped up one of the marines.
“Who, what and where the enemy is hasn’t been passed down to me, we’re finding our feet down there,” replied Baker, there was more muttering in the crowd, “The ‘Raps’ will be on station for the duration, if the locals take a disliking to us we engage and fall back, if not we’re playing it off the cuff. Suit up, we’re on a notice to move of 5 minutes.”

HMS Furious CIC – Concurrent
“Keep trying,” said Captain Dalton gesturing at the communications station.
“Any luck?” asked Commander Ely, as he entered the CIC, his combat boots making a foreign sound which made the crewman in the room look up momentarily. He was dressed in DPMs ready to go planet side.
“None yet, we can’t get hold of anyone on the planet which are answering to the name Alversi, we’re working through the frequencies though,” replied the Captain, “Are you ready?”
“Yes, the lads are all loaded up in the Raptors and waiting for the go,” said Ely.
“We’ll give it an hour and then send you down regardless.”

--- Message ---
Hello Alversi this is the HMS Furious of the Wintress Colonial Navy, we are in orbit, we are responding to your transmission, we are standing by for your transmission.
Hello Alversi this is the HMS Furious of the Wintress Colonial Navy, we are in orbit, we are responding to your transmission, we are standing by for your transmission.
Hello Alversi this is the HMS Furious of the Wintress Colonial Navy, we are in orbit, we are responding to your transmission, we are standing by for your transmission.
--- Message Ends ---

To: HMS Furious

We are glad you have responded to our call for aid. The Alversian city of Dentravor is under attack on the moon you are orbiting. The Alversian Army and citizens are being butchered by the Danaversian troops as they advance. The total troop numbers for both ourselves and them are below:

Alversian Army
15,000 Troops
200 AP-10 Tanks
15 XX-01 Fighters

150,000 Citizens

Danaversian Army
At least 400,000 Troops
10,000 Heavy Tanks
2,000 Fighters

The city will soon fall and we need immediate assistance to evacuate the civilians. If they are captured, the Danaversians will slaughter them including women and children. Please hurry if possible!

HMS Furious – CIC:
“Impressive troop numbers,” said Captain Dalton, pouring over the mass of papers on the command table.

“Orbital strikes on Danaversian marshalling areas and airbases,” said Commander Ely marking them on the orbital imaginary with a charcoal pencil, “would take the pressure off Alversian Army elements in the city. Our air assets can be used either in a strategic air superiority role, or we can deploy marine Forward Air Controllers onto the ground and use the Vipers in a Close Air Support role... I advise the latter.”

Captain Dalton nodded, starring at the documents.

“Now I’ve talked to Major Charlton about the situation on the ground and we’ve both agreed that for best effect they should be deployed onto one of the flanks and try and force Danaversia.. Danaveri... forces to redeploy some forces to counter them,” said Ely.

“A Marine company verses a brigade... at least?” muttered the Captain.

“Major Charlton wants to carry out a series of hit and runs, if all goes well we can bounce them about this area,” he said pointing to the map, “without getting them into any major contacts..”

“Risky,” said the Captain.

“Yep, then again we’re trying to save a civilization with a single ship,” Commander Ely leant on the table, “Do we even have the go ahead from fleet headquarters yet?”

“They see it as advantageous for our foothold in this part of the galaxy, obviously Alversia are in our dept if we pull them out of the fire,” Captain Dalton picked up one of the photographs to study it closer, “The current thinking is that fleet are sending a squadron to support us, but it’ll take time for them to get here. They want positive action now... Put the plan into action Commander.”

“Yes sir,” said Ely turning to exit the CIC.

“Commander,” said Dalton, looking up, “Keep your DPMs on, I want you on the ground with a Naval party to liaise with the Alversian officials. Clear the plan with them and find out the details of whats going on down there.”

“Yes sir,” said Ely, exiting the CIC.

Dentravor

The women attempted to flee from the burning house but were cut down by Danaversian blaster fire. The Alversians were in full retreat, all over the city lay evidence of their heroic attempt at resistance but it was no use. The Danaversians were in too great a number. The Field Marshall in charge of the defense, Oman Keital, just put his hands on his head and wept. The city was lost. They needed immediate assistance from anyone. Alversians or otherwise. If the Alversian Troops were to be destroyed, then he knew what he had to do. He transmitted one last message and once it was done he sighed and grabbed his rifle, passing two young, bloody corpses lying on the steps of his HQ, eyes wide open. He fired a few shots at the Danaversian Army, a few fell but he was ripped to pieces by laser fire and killed. His smoking body joining thousands of Alversian patriots resisting the Imperial army.

To: HMS Furious

We understand your desire to hold back until more substantial reinforcements arrive but if help of any form does not arrive now then 150,000 innocent civilians will be executed in this city and the sacrifice of our men shall have been in vain. We cannot allow that! Even if you were to sent transports or shuttles, anything just to get the women and children away from the brutal attackers

Field Marshall Keital
Dentravor
Alversian 1st Moon

"Gral. Federov, heres' the weekly report form the MDI (Minerias Department of Inteligence)" said a short blond woman as she enterd the central office of the Department of National Defense.

"Hmmm, lets see" Gral Federov took the papers and went through the pages "What the fuck is the meaning of this?!" He stopped at a certain page with photographs. "Why in the hell do you find it necesary to give me a history lesson"

The littles blonde was trying very hard not to jump in the fetal postion as the large intimidating man yelled at her while violently shaking a piece of paper. "I'm sssoorryyy iii ddon't undersstaand"

Gral Federov was never quite good at disguising his temper and this was not going to be the exception. "Why the fuck do I have a picture of a tiny roman soldier in my hand I KNOW HOW THAT ENDED I WENT TO FUCKING HIGHSCHOOL!!!"

"Despite what the papers say" mumbled the blond

"WHAT WAS THAT?!"

"Err...nothin'" "Anyways, sir, that is not from the history books, it is from a small country, Alversia I think, they are having a civil war with an imperialist faction...."

"I'm gonna have to stop you right there, just answer me this question sweetheart, WHY THE FUCK SHOULD I CARE" The general rolled his eyes "Get the hell outta my office and go do something productive for a change"

The small blonde left for the door in defeat.

Just then, the Gral's Secretary, Mary Albright (shockingly an incredibly hot bimbo...) walzted in the room. "Gral, you have a call from...."

"If you say Sarah MaCallister I'm gonna have to shoot you" said the general

"Oh well, I have insurance..." said his secretary, much used to his outbursts

The general mumbled something in an unkown language.

"We if it ain't sabrina the middleaged bitch"
"Nice to hear from you as well Ulises" said a soft voice from the other side of the phoneline, the voice of a young woman, Sarah MaCallister the Minerias Secretary of Diplomatic Affairs. "I am sure you already dissmissed the Alversia issue"
"Oh, for the love of god NOT AGAIN!"
"Prepare your troops and through a bandage on the ego of yours, we are off to help the alversians, congress just approoved" On the other side of town, the clerks could see the face of genuine satisfaction on Sarah's face.

"Goddamn bitch" mumbled the general

Alexander Romanov Naval Base, Port of Pyrakantos, The Incorporated States of Minerias;

To: The Alversian Government
From: Sarah MaCallister, Secretary of Diplomatic Affairs, Department of Diplomatic Affairs & Ulises Federov, Secretary of Defense, Department of National Defense

We would like to extend our condolances to the families of the inocent men and women who have died in the uprisings. We are more than willing to send humanitarian aid to those in need. The chamber of representatives of Minerias have approved the shipment of 2000 doctors and 150 search and rescue teams, the millitary has approved the shipment of the 18th through 28th infantry platoons in order to help you fight of the imperialist forces. We are assembling the shipment as we speak and it is schedualed to arrive at your shores at 1800 hrs today on our flag ship "The Skies of the Horizon" as well as our Sea Hawk Fleet and Atlantic Hawk air fleet." Along with the personnel we will send the necesary medical supplies and 100,000 rations of food and clothing to give out. We too have suffered under the oppresion of an Imperial regime and would like nothing more but to see these tyrans off the world.

Atte.

The Incorporated States of Minerias

To: Minerias

Your aid is greatly apprieciated and Alversia is in your debt. Our own Army is small but mostly modern and all volunteer. We fight for the freedom of our people and the honour of our state. The Danaversian Empire shares no such belief and can mobilise armies in the millions when she needs to. We're afraid that Dentravor has virtually fallen unless aid can be send immediately then there is little hope for them.

Aboard the Skies of the Horizon

Condecorated General Elizabeth O'Rilley sits alongside the other high ranking miliatry of the operation in the Conference Room inside the Flagship.

The staff is looking at three big screens with a satelite link to Minerias.

On the First Screen

President Alexander Minerov reads the military staff the usual God Speed etc..

On the Second Screen

Secetary Sarah MaCallister reinstates the importance of this endevoer

Finally on the Thrid Screen a not-too-happy General Ulises Federov Secretary of Defense gives the order.

"Retreat!!"
Sarah Gives him a stern look on screen

"Very well then, if you people want to kill yourselves lets at least do it the propper way, remeber we are there to kill...save (sarah interrupted)... the Alversian people, lets keep civilian casualties at a minimum, and imperial casualties at a maximum"

Gral O`Rilley gave out the orders to
"Airstrike the surroundings of Dentravor City and elimiate all seige on behalf of the imperial forces to the city, the 19th parachuting platoon infantry is to land on the city and eliminate resitance from within, to the rest, set a camp at shore and send 5 infantry platoons to take the city, the remaining civilian population is to be evacuated to our shore camp for medial atention"

All the generals said at a time "Aye General"