Mobilization; Operation ViZionarian Freedom (Attn Doomingsland) [Archive]

Jarridia

29-05-2007, 16:21

SEMI-CLOSED: YOU KNOW IF YOU SHOULD BE HERE OR NOT. TG ME IF YOU WANT TO JOIN. Lets try to keep it as clean as possible.

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Presidential Palace; Shelbin, Jarridia

The time had come for Michelle to make her first statement to the world. This wasn't a statement in the normal sense of the word, more of a metaphor for the fact that she was out to prove Jarridia would not be a pushover. Of course, with the current situation that nation in question was in, it really seemed like the perfect time for Jarridia to make its move. Perhaps with Jarridian forces already in the Mediterranean a large mobilization wouldn't be necessary, but then again, better safe than sorry. Michelle hadn't had much education on military procedure, but her Vice President and newly named Secretary of Defense, Chris Mesnard, had. Despite isolation, Jarridia had maintained a strong standing military, it just hadn't been fully upgraded in some time. Nonetheless, the order for mobilization had been made by Michelle, and although Congress had not drafted a declaration of official war, it was no doubt that they would not back Michelle on that respect either.

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Jarridian Broadcasting Company Breaking News

The screen flickered that message before zooming to the anchor sitting behind a brightly colored desk.

"Good Evening. We're sorry to interrupt regularly scheduled programming, but an immediate Presidential Speech is imminent, so we will be going to the Presidential Palace live."

The screen changed and displayed a stage with a podium and the Jarridian flag. Walking up the podium from the right was President Thoreson. With a stern face she adjusted the microphone.

"Thank you for joining me this afternoon. Today I, along with support from the Military Congressional Commitee, have ordered a mass mobilization of Jarridian forces to end a long time conflict in ViZion. As we speak, these forces are en route to their destination, and, at the determination that no other decision can be reached, will be asked to engage in military combat. I have ordered that all forces in Mediport, ViZion be elevated to high alert and prepare for anything to come. Forces in Port Said and Barcelona will be elevated to a higher alert, but a majority of them will not be moved unless absolutely necessary. Currently, we are moving our ground forces via plane into the region.

As any leader, I hope that this can be resolved without military action. However, the actions of Doomingsland in ViZion can no longer be tolerated. The time has come that they will need to remove themselves from ViZionarian sovereign land. I pose this statement to the leadership of Doomingsland, 'Agree to withdraw your forces from ViZion at once or face military opposition. This is not a request, it's an order.'"

President Thoreson turned and walked off the stage, refusing to answer any further questions on the matter.

OOC: I have to go to work. I'll add the numbers later. Thanks.

Jarridia

29-05-2007, 16:30

Official Communique
The Pure Democracy of Jarridia

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To: The Leadership of the Doomani Empire

Your actions against our ally can no longer be tolerated. You have nearly destroyed a nation and endangered people that you know nothing about. Your hostilities are immoral and unjust. The time has come for you to remove yourself from ViZion, and as I have been named President of Jarridia, I will insure that you leave these said lands. My knowledge of you is that you are an arrogant and irrational being. I expect nothing less of your reaction to this message. I urge you to consider your situations and make a decision that stands to save lives versus your ego. Remove yourself at once, or I will be poised to strike.

Michelle Thoreson
President of the Pure Democracy of Jarridia

Emily Vaclavik
Secretary of State

MassPwnage

29-05-2007, 16:48

"Well, seeing as how we're occupying ViZion as well, we don't see the need to follow your orders. You want us to get out? You motherfucking cocksuckers are going to have to force us out. As of right now, I'm placing the 1st and 2nd Fleet Groups, 3rd and 6th Air Armadas and Army Group ViZion on standby. You have 12 hours to demobilize and turn back around before I convert your military into scrap metal and molten flesh.

Have a fucked up day."-The Great Leader Li.

ooc: I'll post up a fuller ORBAT later.

Nearby Naval Forces:

1st Fleet Group: ~2500 ships+2 Marine Divisions
Base: Gibraltar

2nd Fleet Group: ~2000 ships+ 5 Marine Division
Base: Port Said

4th Fleet Group: ~2200 ships+ 2 Marine Divisions
Base: Mogadishu

Brown Water Defenses: ~6000 ships+Various Land Installations
Base: Various

Nearby Air Assets:

3rd Air Armada:
Base: Nicosia, Cyprus

6th Air Armada:
Base:ViZion City

Various Local Strike Units:
Base: Various

Nearby Army Assets:
Army Group ViZion:
Base: Various
Forces:
*1st Guard Army
*3rd Mobile Army
*19th Tribal Army
*ViZion Territorial Army
Total: ~1.4 million troops.

Xeraph

29-05-2007, 21:51

Sethanis watched the rain as it pelted the near-empty streets of the small border-town of Lorss. From his vantage point atop the old castle wall, he could see across to the devastation that was Xeraphia, the former capitol of Xeraph. Some effort had begun to clear away overgrown vegetation near the Wall, but the prophecy remained in his mind.

Tha Kingdom of Xeraph would not again come into pre-eminence until the time of the new Emperor. It would lie in darkness, the remnant of the demonic rebel forces roaming freely behind the immense Wall built by the AI Engineers a year ago. The pillaging and looting had gone on for nearly eight months since the emperor's death. Seth idly wondered what it was they continued to burn.

The Regent's secretary, Jane, appeared and gently cleared her throat. He turned and smiled. Jane had been Alaric's personal secretary, and was now attached to the Regents who ruled in his stead.

"M'lord, an update on the situation in ViZion." She handed him the sheaf of papers. "Are you OK, Seth?"

"Yes, yes, just fine. Just looking at what once was and finding it difficult to imagine what will be."

"Hmmm, understood. It's still hasn't totally sunk in that Alaric's gone and that someone, somewhere is going to take his place."

"No one will ever take Alaric's place, my dear. And I think it has more to do with the distant future than anything. I don't think we're going to see the new Emperor in our lifetime."

"Perhaps, m'lord, but we have to deal with the here and now, no?"

Seth grinned. "As usual, you are correct. Does Vlad and John have a copy of this?"

"Yes, m'lord. I wouldn't be surprised if they're here already."

"Thank you, Jane." He read the report and saw that it was time for the first post-Alaric military build-up. The Doomani and MassPwnage were occupying ViZion territory. Jarridia had a new President who apparently wasn't to take the situation lying down. Kahanistan was also occupied, but details were sketchy.

He tapped his commpin. "Vlad, John, are you there?" The other two Regents answered in a second or two. "Have you two seen this report on the ViZion
situation?" Vlad answered. "Yes, John and I are reviewing it now. We need to have a consenus as to what we're going to do and when we're going to do it. Are you are the same opinion?"

So...the 'if' part is past. "Yes, absolutely. I was thinking a half-dozen CBGs and a quarter of a million troops to start with. Armor, air support, medical personnel........"

"We agree." This was from Prince John, former Supreme Commander of Xeraphian Forces. "And your'e right, Seth. That's a start. ViZion is one of our oldest allies and friends. The Doomani and the MPs have occupied their land and slaughtered their citizens. Enough is enough."

Seth asked. "Anybody with us in this?"

"Maybe Tarlag, maybe Mandalore Prime. Although Valtane is still mourning his son."

Seth hung his head. So many dead. So much loss. "Yes, they would be much appreciated in this situation. They were instrumental in the defeat of Azulun."

A few moments of silence. Vlad spoke. "OK, so we're agreed. John will handle the deployment of naval units, you and I can handle the ground and air units."

"Sounds like a plan, Vlad. Keep me updated."

So...there it was. Another Xeraphian foray into international waters to aid a friend. And as usual, this one was going to be messy...........

Doomingsland

29-05-2007, 21:54

OFFICIAL STATEMENT

IMPERIVM DOOMANVM

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ROFL.

-Imperator Maximus III

Tarlag

29-05-2007, 22:55

Duke Ozgood sat at the head of the conference table looking at the reports that had been handed to him.
" Well that tears it, Xeraph has asked us to support them against Doomingsland and their allies. What do you think Percival? "
Minister Sweetwater looked up from his laptop. " Apparently ViZion was invaded by Doomingsland and their allies and the new Jarridian government wants them out. Xeraph is a good Allie of Jarridia and is supporting them with a half million troops."
Lord Dragonblade addressed the group " If Xeraph has not asked for our help why should we be involved is this action? Alric was friend to us all but if his successors want to start a war does not mean we have to follow. "
General Gayland Cox placed his hand on the Knights shoulder. " Sir Dragonblade we have 100,000 men helping rebuild and defend the Pagan Borderlands if Xeraph goes to war then we will be drawn in, besides according to the GAPTS treaty we are obliged to support them."
"Enough everyone I remember the Treaty General Cox assuming we go to war what can we throw at them?"
" My Lord we can put into the field about 1,000,000 army troops with out weakening our home defenses. However with the heavy losses in Xeraph of our airborne forces roughly 17,500 troops our airborne operations will be curtailed."
The silent hooded figure at the end of the table spoke for the first time " Perhaps my Lord it is time to use the Fidelis they are ready and they can do the job."
"Perhaps you are correct master Slayn How many can you deploy?
"The Equalvalent of 4 Regimental combat teams with one in reserve."
"Very well Admiral Nichols what of the Navy?"
" The Grand Fleet can be assembled in a week. we had no real losses in Xeraph and with the New Younga class carriers coming on line I can have 17 to 20 heavy carriers in the fight. As for the Naval Infantry we could probably put 110,000 in the field."
General Thompson What of the Air force?"
With out weakening our defenses two thousand bombers and twice that in fighters and ground attack aircraft."
"Very good begin assemble of the troops and supplies. Minister Sweetwater within the next 24 hours I want you to send a message to Doomingsland and see if we can negotiate a way out of this if we can do this with out a fight I would perfume it be if they don't want to talk then we will put Plan GO into action."

New-Roubus

29-05-2007, 23:11

Well now it seems here that this might be a bloody war, so, if one side would need help, Roubisian/Zygtoyian troops are at your disposal, for a Price...

20 Prospector Battalions-150 Souls each 250,000,000 RD
8 Byzantine Armored platoons-20 Souls each 300,000,000,000 RD
35 Regular Battalions-250 Souls each 130,000,000 RD

8 Galloglais APC Battalions 19 Each300,000,000,000 RD
4 Sumter Artillery Battalions 20 each300,000,000,000 RD
10 HighlanderHeavy Tank Battalions 20 Each+ 5 UhlanApcs300,000,000,000 RD

5 Wings of Dragon Hawk Fighters-50 Each300,000,000,000 RD
2 Wings of DragoonBombers-50 Each300,000,000,000 RD
3 Wings of HussarExp. Assualt Craftt-20 Each300,000,000,000 RD

And of course the ever useful 2 Brigades of Garrison Infantry 1900 Each+8Uhlans900,000,000RD

Deus Vult-Gemstone Conglomerate Precentor Caine.

Independent Hitmen

30-05-2007, 00:36

Lead item on the IHNN 6 o’clock news

The camera sweeps in across the news desk and the three anchors at their respective desks. A man with a striking resemblance to Ron Burgundy sits on the left, whilst a thin blonde woman in a suit jacket is in the middle and a third, balding man is on the right. The display flicks to the headlines and runs through a small montage of clips depicting each of the major items to be covered. With the IHNN logo proudly displayed in the bottom right of the picture the female anchor begins talking.

“Good evening from the IHNN News Desk Headquarters in J City, I’m Gill Porter. Tonight we begin with politics. President Anderson used his monthly press statement and conference to address the ongoing occupation of ViZion by multiple foreign aggressors. The President called for unilateral negotiations to end the occupation of the former member of the NWO alliance and return the country to their former great self. Whilst he didn’t go as far as mentioning military action against the occupiers there was no emphatic ruling out that a military option is being considered as we have seen on previous occasions. For more we are joined by our Chief Political Editor Gavin Hamilton. Gavin, the events in ViZion since the occupation haven’t appeared very much in internal politics over the course of the last few months. Why has the President used this particular conference to highlight the plight of ViZion?”

The camera view changed to the balding man who adjusted his black rimmed spectacles before answering the question, his deep voice seemingly out of place in the lanky frame of his body.

“ Gill, the President used this as a base of attack rather than defence. He didn’t want to be hit with questions about the rumoured Xeraph, Jarridian and MassPwnage movements on the front. In effect he doesn’t want to alienate the Hawk lobby or the more liberals in the government. Interior Secretary Jason Jones is well known to favour a less aggressive foreign policy, yet it appears that he has been outvoted on the language of the President’s speech, which is particularly aggressive towards the occupiers whilst also pushing out calls for a conference to negotiate their withdrawal. All in all it was a very open statement, firming up policy that has been general and rather vague on our exact position towards the aggressors. In essence he has fired a warning shot at the occupiers and informed them that they need to come to the table to avoid future conflict on the issue.”

“Is this pretence for foreign intervention? The President’s history of supporting allies suggests that this is preparation for more aggressive action to appease the domestic doubters that all routes were travelled before military conflict became necessary.”

“It could well be Gill. The diplomatic route is often tread but does not often bring the kind of quick solutions that everybody wants in today’s world. President Anderson knows that he has the upper hand right now with regards the military conflict and I wouldn’t bet against a show of force being made sometime in the near future to show the various sides of our commitment to removing the hostile occupiers. When the conflict first appeared you will of course remember the unsubstantiated rumours of IH Special Forces working within ViZion to aid leading figures of the government in security matters as well as being part of military strike forces that engaged the enemy. Whilst neither the New White House nor the Defence Department admitted that any such action took place, unofficial sources did cite IHAF transport flights to unknown destinations rumoured to be near ViZionary lands.”

“Thanks Gavin. We’ll have retired Major General Paul Wilks in the studio a little later to discuss the IH military status, as well as giving us a full round up of this week in weapons. Turning to other news.....”

OOC: Its a tag, statement of interest and an intro point. There will be more sometime tomorrow.

New-Roubus

30-05-2007, 01:57

Well anyone interested in our deals? Either that or we shall side with the Jarridian Occupation. Choose wisely...

Jarridia

30-05-2007, 02:15

Army

Marines: 5,000,000
Infantry: 5,000,000

Modern Armor Divisions: 1,500 (10 ea)
Tank Divisions: 2,300 (5 ea)
Mechanical Infantry Divisions: 2,000 (5 ea)
Radar Artillery: 2,650

Navy

Carriers: 300
Battleships: 4,050
Cruisers: 4,420
Destroyers: 5,670
AEGIS Cruisers: 5,810
Submarines: 1,100

Nuclear: 645

Air Force

F-13: 2,200
F-14: 1,600
F-15: 2,350
F-16: 3,800
F-22: 3,100
F-117: 1,900
B-52: 2,350
B-2 Stealth: 985
Flak: 4,600
Drones: 3,300

Strategic Forces

Tomahawk Cruise Missile Batteries: 8,000 (100 ea)
Patriot Missile Batteries: 11,000 (5 ea)
Lone-Star First Stike: 18,550 (5 ea)

Jarridia

30-05-2007, 02:35

President Thoreson sat, thinking to herself alone in her office. Barely a full week into her presidency and she was making the biggest statement any leader could. She had recieved a message earlier in the day from the 'oh so esteemed' leadership of Masspwnage, and it gave her nothing but a smirk. Immediately she had chosen to ignore their threats of attack because as a child she had always been taught not to take people seriously that did not have control over their own tongue. The laughable leadership of Masspwnage was a proof to that theory. In her mind, the threats were nothing but a phallic symbol to Leader Li. Apparently he had failed to realize that he was dealing with a woman, and she simply didn't care about his esteem level.

The only thing she needed to worry about was getting into the Mediterranean. Not a huge problem, but the blockade at Gibraltar was something uncomfortable. It would be easily solved though, especially with the addition of WWA Security Forces and Xeraph ready to beat down any blockade the little Leader Li of Masspwnage could muster. Getting ground forces into ViZion was and would be a snap. A hop, skip and a jump from Jarridia to Barcelona to Mediport and 'voila!' Jarridian troops ready to move out into the only lands still held by ViZion herself. The delightful thing about that was that neither Doomingsland, nor Masspwnage knew that Mediport existed. From space it just looked like any other city, with an international airport. If they did know, they had apparently chosen to ignore it and the military build-up for the past few decades.

Michelle was reluctant to truley feels secure, although she could have been. Doomingsland was off being invaded by AMF, and that should be enough to preoccupy him for a good while, though he surely seems unafraid to ship off military away from his homeland since he had already threatened Generic Empire. Michelle had been all over the world. As a child she often vacationed with her family in ViZion, so she knew the landscape...or what was the landscape before the dual-idiots of C A D moved in. She had also met people from Borman Empire and from all the other WWA nations, including trips to her great grandmothers homeland in Xeraph. Still, she had never met anyone from Masspwnage, and apparently it was something to be avoided if they were all as snide and crude as their leader. She went to middle school with a boy from Doomingsland, but he disappeared one day and was never heard from again. Perhaps they had moved.

All in all, she felt pride behind the Jarridian flag. Anything could and would be accomplished. Afterall, the Pure Democracy had God behind it, unlike the religious traitors of Doomingsland. She knew this was not a righteous thing, nor was it a proud thing. War never is. It was simply something that needed to be done, so the world would never again have to witness the atrocities Doomingsland has brought to the world in its feeble existence.

Borman Empire

30-05-2007, 02:50

Tag

Theoroshia

30-05-2007, 03:02

OFFICIAL COMMUNIQUE
Re: Alliance

We, the Empire of Theoropia, would like to extend a compliment to Jarridia's stance on the matter. No matter what happens, we are confident that Jarridia will keep to their beliefs. Therefore, the Emperor of Theoropia would like to extend a military pact to the government of Theoropia. We will help you fight your current war with Doomingsland, in exchange for a treaty that establishes mutual protection between our countries.

Our army, although small, is extremely well trained and motivated. Before I, the Emperor, tell you our numbers, I would like to point out that a well trained and motivated inferior force can stand against a huge force, much like the Spartans did at Thermoplyae. Therefore, do not look at these numbers just as numbers, but as men and women who are extremely well trained.

Army
The Emperor of Theoropia is willing to send the 2nd Land Division to your aid. It consists of the following.

1st Task Group

A heavy mechanized force.

With 3,000 T-80s, 7,000 assorted personnel carriers and armored fighting vehicles, 7,000 mortar and artillery pieces, 3,000 infantry, and 5,000 special classes, this task group is a formidable force.

2nd Task Group

An experimental force.

Has 5,000 T-80s, 5,000 assorted personnel carriers and armored fighting vehicles, 2,500 Zebras (can carry two 'mini'-helicopters), 2,500 Calypsos (can carry six UAVs and a mobile command center), 5,000 'Zooted' infantry (experimental electric powered combat armor) and 5,000 special classes.

Navy/Air Force
The Emperor of Theoropia is willing to send the 1st Sea Division to your aid. It consists of the following.

Five Dunkerque class cruisers:
Twelve 150mm guns
Six 176mm guns
Six "Box" Launchers (Anti-Sub, Anti-Air, Anti-Naval)

Three Shallow class frigates:
Ten 125mm guns
Eight 100mm guns
Four "Box" Launchers
Two torpedo slots

Two Tiger class diesel submarines:
Two torpedo slots
Four flak 'shooters'

One Grandier class super carrier:
Six Anti-Air "Box" Launchers
Three flak 'shooters'
Holds:
12 FA-55's (new fighters bought from other country)
5 MiG-21s
3 Backfires (AWACs)
2 Mi-25 REV (Mi-24 configured for anti-sub warfare)

What do you think of our proposal? We hope you agree.

Emperor Brant

Jarridia

30-05-2007, 03:09

Lord-General Drache

30-05-2007, 03:12

While a long time ally of the nation of Jarridia, and close friend to one of its most memorable and well loved presidents, Lord-General Drache was somewhat surprised at the speed which Jarridia's new president moved to war.

Sighing, he rubbed his eyes and sank into a plus leather chair, crafted lovingly out of oak by his own hands. The years had shown no effects on its lacquered surface, but at times, a glimpse of those same years flitted across the Emperor's visage. He was old, he knew, compared to many others...far more so than they had ever guessed. Out of this age and experience was born an almost glacial patience. Perhaps it was this age that granted him the wisdom to appreciate the necessity of war, and abscond from its use until the last possible moment. As a result, he couldn't help but smile and wonder whether the new President was impatient, or had long planned this operation.

As for himself, he felt certain sympathies towards the remaining people of ViZion, a trade partner of his vast Empire until it was overthrown. However, he was still undecided as to whether the forces he commanded should be committed to this action.

Leaning forward to reach a quill from its holder on his large teak desk, he slipped out a piece of vellum parchment, thumbing it, and enjoying the texture briefly, as he dabbed the quill into an inkwell. An antiquated method of communication, to be sure, but he often thought that age did not mean obsolesence.

He penned a letter to his counterpart in Jarridia, President Thoreson, while soft music played on hidden speakers throughout his office.

"President Thoresin,
As you are undoubtedly aware, I have long been an ally of your nation, and would like to believe that in times of crisis, your nation has never been in want of aid from my empire. I have always attempted to be prompt in rendering what services I may to causes we mutually agree upon. This one, however, seems to require some forethought.

The people of ViZion have, regretably, undergone great trauma at the hands of invaders and rebels. However, we remained prior to these incidents a trade partner with relatively minimal contact with its denizens. As such, we are hesistant to commit weapons and other military resources to your operation at this time. However, we, as always, are willing to open our doors to wounded and refugees. Further, we shall be willing to send medical supplies and aid to your soldiers near the front, once a beach-head is established. We commit these resources on the condition that if enemy soldiers are found wounded, they are retrieved for care. Their actions may be deplorable, but we should try to remain a certain standard of honour, when feasible.

Further, as a result of this action, the Empire will be strengthening its security and ensuring the provisions and integrity of our numerous civilian nuclear shelters, should we become drawn into the conflict.

On behalf of the Family and Empire, we wish you the best. Gods be with you in this endeavour.

Lord-General Drache Kraaesna,
Emperor of the Dar'i'karan Empire."

Looking over the message briefly, he set it aside to dry for a moment while he retrieved his sealing wax and heated it. Folding the letter carefully, he dripped the red wax upon the letter, pressing his seal into the molten wax, and nodding to an aid to take the brief to Jarridia.

Theoroshia

30-05-2007, 03:18

OOC: My aplogies. I couldn't access the site for some weird reason. School proxies blocked it.

IC:

"It's settled then boys. Once we get orders from Jarridia, we move out!"

Jarridia

30-05-2007, 03:40

"President Thoreson,
As you are undoubtedly aware, I have long been an ally of your nation, and would like to believe that in times of crisis, your nation has never been in want of aid from my empire. I have always attempted to be prompt in rendering what services I may to causes we mutually agree upon. This one, however, seems to require some forethought.

The people of ViZion have, regretably, undergone great trauma at the hands of invaders and rebels. However, we remained prior to these incidents a trade partner with relatively minimal contact with its denizens. As such, we are hesistant to commit weapons and other military resources to your operation at this time. However, we, as always, are willing to open our doors to wounded and refugees. Further, we shall be willing to send medical supplies and aid to your soldiers near the front, once a beach-head is established. We commit these resources on the condition that if enemy soldiers are found wounded, they are retrieved for care. Their actions may be deplorable, but we should try to remain a certain standard of honour, when feasible.

Further, as a result of this action, the Empire will be strengthening its security and ensuring the provisions and integrity of our numerous civilian nuclear shelters, should we become drawn into the conflict.

On behalf of the Family and Empire, we wish you the best. Gods be with you in this endeavour.

Lord-General Drache Kraaesna,
Emperor of the Dar'ik'aran Empire."

Lord-General Drache,

It has humbled me to read your kind letter. Rest assured your safety as a sovereign nation is always important on the Jarridian agenda as you have been a loyal ally for many years. I understand your concern for your people, as I have the same concern for mine. If there were any other option besides military conflict, I would have certainly chosen it.

Our foremost goal in this action is to free our mutual allies, the ViZionarians. We accept your generous offer, and will uphold the principles you have defined. We have been allies for many years, I'm sure you are aware of the policies Jarridia holds on human rights.

If there are any actions that we can take to help aid you and safegaurding your people, do not hesitate to seek our assistance, or the assistance of our neighbors in the WWA. Thank you again, and God Bless.

Michelle Thoreson
President of the Pure Democracy of Jarridia

imported_ViZion

30-05-2007, 03:55

TAG I just got home and gotta catch up.

Xeraph

30-05-2007, 14:16

Commander Sandford was going over reports when Ensign Pulver thumped on his stateroom door. "Come."

"Sir, message from Regent Strickland."

Sandford frowned. 'Must be something fairly serious if the Prince directed it to me," he thought. He grabbed the note out of Pulver's hand, looked at the ensign, then looked down again at the note. "Ensign, all officers in my stateroom in five minutes!"

"Aye, sir."

_________________________________________________________________

The state room was a bit crowded as the last of the junior officers arrived. Sandford was pacing...he suddenly stopped and uttered the fatal words: "Gentlemen, it's war! I have here orders from the Regents as to deployment to the occupied territory of ViZion and the Straits of Gibralter. An allied task force has been assembled on the Atlantic side of the Straits to engage the Doomani blockade there. Jarridia, Tarlag, and two other as yet un-named allies are in the Atlantic. We, obviously, are in the MedSea. Our main job is to make sure MassPwnage doesn't stick it's nose too far into the conflict. They make a lot of noise, but.......well we'll see, won't we?" Low laughter around the room.

"Our secondary job is to make a lot of debris out of the Doomani fortifications on the ViZion coast. Here's the set-up." A large, wall-sized map of the area showed how the Xeraphian navy was to be aligned: a seventy-two mile line of battleships, destroyers and missile ships, staggered formation, with carriers behind them. The initial line of vessals were to anchor eighteen miles off the coast and commence bombardment at a yet to be designated time. The secondary line would move forward six miles after four hours of initial shelling, and begin bombarding some of the more inland sites. Four hours later, the battleships would again take over, six miles farther in. The missile ships would begin at this point to launch strikes at inland cities fifty to seventy miles inland. The subs would patrol in coastal waterways, ensuring the safety of the Royal Navy.

Once the allied forces broke through the Strait, allied land troops would deploy through Mediport and swarm through the soon-to-be-liberated country of ViZion.

"Any questions, gentlemen?"

"Well, sir, it seems so neat and orderly by looking at the map. Do we have any idea of potential casualties?" This from Junior Officer Smythe.

Sandford glared at the Junior Officer for a solid minute. "Mr. Smythe. The only reason I don't bust you down to latrine ensign is that this is your first battle. Surely you must have heard, at least once while in TIOX Naval Academy, that we do not EVER anticipate casualties. We anticipate VICTORY! Nothing else! Have I made myself clear?"

"Y..y..yes..I mean Aye aye sir."

Sandford thought to himself that it was a good question nonetheless. This was to be the first military strike since Alaric's death. With the Emperor gone, he had often wondered how a war would go.

"That's all, gentlemen. To your posts!"

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A total of six Xeraphian CBGs were in the MedSea Region, 144 ships all told. In addition was one of the WarHammer Battle Groups, another 38 ships designed soley to pummel an enemy coastline. It included one of the two Vampire Heavy Battle Carriers in the Royal Navy.

All carriers in total held 2,165 fighter jets, mostly Rattlesnakes, Mambas, and Cobras. There were about 50 Comanche and AirWolf HCGS. With the loss of the ViZionian base, there were no Python or Anaconda bombers available within 1,500 miles. Armor would be at a minimum as well.

The stage was set........and there was gonna be hell to pay..............

Yallak

30-05-2007, 14:38

OOC: Just a quick TAG and intro for me. Not enough time today to write anything better, sorry.

Encoded Imperial Transmission
To: President Michelle Thoreson,
The Pure Democracy of Jarridia
From: The High Council of Arrandin

Unfortunately the revival of efforts to free ViZion from the undesirable clutches of CAD comes at an inopportune moment for the Infinite Empire. Currently, the Imperial military is largely unavailable, deployed overseas to fend off attacks by the Undershi Empire. Much of this force is also well overdue for leave or has suffered significant combat losses.

We are already committed to aiding our friends in ViZion though and so will deploy what we can to the region to assist you. The 3rd Imperial Legion is standing by for immediate deployment however the Empire has insubstantial naval forces available for duty so can only drop them in by plane or else will need pickup by an allied nations forces. Further, Yallak has plenty of fighters and bombers but no close enough bases or carriers to launch them from. Can Jarridia assist with these issues at all?

On a better note, Yallakian industry is already at full capacity to manufacture supplies for our forces and there is now plenty of excess available for transport to your own military (free of charge of course) should you desire it. Given time enough to alter some of our factories to produce the calibers in use in your forces and we can even begin supplying Jarridia with munitions.

Signed:
Lord Herusen, Supreme Chancellor of Yallak

Tarlag

30-05-2007, 15:28

********ENCRYPTED MESSAGE TO ALLIED COMMAND****************

Subject: Grand Fleet Deployment for Operation ViZonarian Freedom
From: H.D.S. Lexington High Admiral Alexander Nichols Commanding

Carriers ................................................ Aircraft
2 Younaga CVN ..................................... 110 per
5 Yorktown CVN ..................................... 90 per
5 Island CVN ..................................... 75 Per
5 Midway II CVA ..................................... 70 Per
1 Lexington CVC ..................................... 36 Per
6 Essex II CVS ..................................... 52 Per
8 Dragon CVH ...................................... 40 Per (Helicopters)

Capital Ships ..................................... Main Battery (Excluding Missiles)
2 Agincourt SDN ................................... 14x24 inch
4 Argo BBH ................................... 12x18.1 inch
3 Satsuma BBH .................................... 6x24 inch
4 Musashi BB .................................... 9x18.1 inch
6 Conscript BB ..................................... 9x16 inch
10 Tiger BCH ..................................... 8x15 inch
8 Alaska II BCL ..................................... 9x12 inch
16 Tone CAG ..................................... 8x8.5 inch
5 Little Rock CLG ................................... 3x6 inch
6 Bagen CA ..................................... 12x 10 inch

Escorts
20 Dever DDG
25 Oliver Hazard Perry FFG
20 Richards DDG
50 Fletcher FC (Fast Corvettes)
75 Fabuki FFG

Submarines
26 SSN (Various Classes)
15 SSH (Hydrogen Stealth Subs)
15 SSB (Ballistic missile Subs)
15 SS ( Conventional Subs)

Troop Transports and fleet supply will follow under Admiral Keith Richards Aboard H.D.S. Archon

6 Essex II CVS
5 Alaska II BCL
50 Fletcher FC
20 SSN
10 SSH

Tarlag

30-05-2007, 15:53

Jarridia

30-05-2007, 16:33

Encoded Imperial Transmission
To: President Michelle Thoreson,
The Pure Democracy of Jarridia
From: The High Council of Arrandin

Unfortunately the revival of efforts to free ViZion from the undesirable clutches of CAD comes at an inopportune moment for the Infinite Empire. Currently, the Imperial military is largely unavailable, deployed overseas to fend off attacks by the Undershi Empire. Much of this force is also well overdue for leave or has suffered significant combat losses.

We are already committed to aiding our friends in ViZion though and so will deploy what we can to the region to assist you. The 3rd Imperial Legion is standing by for immediate deployment however the Empire has insubstantial naval forces available for duty so can only drop them in by plane or else will need pickup by an allied nations forces. Further, Yallak has plenty of fighters and bombers but no close enough bases or carriers to launch them from. Can Jarridia assist with these issues at all?

On a better note, Yallakian industry is already at full capacity to manufacture supplies for our forces and there is now plenty of excess available for transport to your own military (free of charge of course) should you desire it. Given time enough to alter some of our factories to produce the calibers in use in your forces and we can even begin supplying Jarridia with munitions.

Signed:
Lord Herusen, Supreme Chancellor of Yallak

Encrypted Message

To: The High Council of Arrandin, Supreme Chancellor
From: The Presidency of the Pure Democracy

Your support is greatly appreciated, and accepted. Jarridia currently holds two major ports in the Mediterranean. Ports thats all those occupying ViZion had labelled as 'unimportant.' The first of these is Mediport, ViZion. A city in ViZion that is owned as Jarridian sovereign land. The surrounding lands are some of the only left that is pure ViZionarian control. In Mediport, there is an international airport with 10 or so runways. I have closed this airport for Allied use as a staging area for bombers and other aircraft. The city is a near impenetrable fortress, a place that I have been stockpiling troops, supplies, and currently moving my forces into. I would guess a total of 5,000,000 ground troops are currently there.

The other base is located in the Jarridian owned Barcelona, Spain. Here is yet another port allied forces my call home and restock as we begin our war effort. You are welcome to this, as all allies are. If there is anything else I can help you with, please let me know. Thank you and God Bless.

Michelle Thoreson
President of the Pure Democracy of Jarridia

Jarridia

30-05-2007, 16:37

To: High Council of Arrandin
From: High Admiral Alexander Nichols
Subject Troop Transports

With the permission of President Thoreson of Jarriaia I would like to offer the services of 15 of our old but still serviceable Liberty Class Cargo ships to transport you forces to the region. Each of these ships should be able to carry 500-600 Troops pulse equipment. The TDF will also supply 10 LST for the Transport of any armor and land transport. Each LST can move 24 MBTs or APCs or 28 5 ton Trucks.

If this is acceptable to all parties then the ships will be dispatched.
We would also be willing to provide an escort of

1 Midway CVA
2 Dever DDG
10 Fletcher FC

To: High Admiral Alexander Nichols
CC: High Council of Arrandin

This is acceptable to me, and will be allowed of the High Council of Arrandin chooses to utilize the ships. Thank you.

Michelle Thoreson
President of the Pure Democracy of Jarrida

Theoroshia

30-05-2007, 21:28

Borman Empire

30-05-2007, 21:48

Official Imperial Statement:

The Empire has seen fit at this time to strengthen the forces stationed at her military base within ViZion. The current 20,000 Imperial soldiers there shall be met by an additional 30,000 soldiers, already en route. In the current conflict of allies the Borman Empire has no grounds to take sides or to assault either side, therefore, the Imperial soldiers shall not fire until a nation attempts to make their way into Borman territory without Imperial consent.

War is a horrible thing, perhaps we can avoid it.

Jarridia

30-05-2007, 21:48

OFFICIAL COMMUNIQUE
Re: Deployment

With the end of a conflict in our area, we are able to send more of our units to help with your conflict. They are currently en route to the port of your choosing, and consist of the 1st and 2nd Ground Division, around 200,000 all together, and the 1st Sea Division, which I told you before. My Commander of Sea North, the commander commanding this Task Force, only needs to know which port to use.

Emperor Brant

Official Communique: Encrypted Message

As of this time any vessels, not already inside the Mediterranean, are not allowed in. The nation of Masspwnage has the Strait of Gibraltar blockaded. We would ask that you join the Jarridian fleet moving towards the Strait if you are able to be part of this first wave. If not, once the blockade is breeched, we will have full access to the Mediterranean and the nation of ViZion. Thank you.

Emily Vaclavik
Jarridian Secretary of State

Theoroshia

30-05-2007, 22:05

PRIVATE COMMUNIQUE
Re: Meeting Up

Our fleet will meet up with the Jarridian Fleet. However, most of our ships are troop transports, and contain little to no offensive weapons. Therefore, we are sending ten ships, all Dunkerque class cruisers, to be part of the first wave of attack. The troop transports, aircraft carriers, and frigates will meet up later.

Emperor Brant

MassPwnage

30-05-2007, 22:22

Re: Xeraph.

From Gibraltar and the surrounding territories, planes began to take off. Sleek, stealthy MRF-09 multi-roles and the wide black bodies of the PT-14 Comorant flying wings. A UAV JSTARS loitering overhead on patrol had located the Xeraphian fleet and had sent a report back. MassPwnage would get the first strike in.

The 167th Naval Bomber regiment, consisting of 120 PT-14 Naval Bombers was dispatched to take care of the Xeraphian fleet. Coming in low and slow from hundreds of kilometers away, the stealthy, blended body flying wings would each fire ten ATSAN-V7 Voodoo Missiles, before breaking off and returning to base.

The Voodoo was a 1500 kilogram missile carrying 200 kilograms of explosives. It was coated in radar absorbent materials and went below the speed of sound for most of its flight. Each grouping of Voodoos would spread themselves over a wide are and alternate flying in the air and close to the sea, making them hard to track. Then, when the missiles got within detection range, a few of them would race ahead, acting as decoys so that Xeraphian radar operators would have to focus on those first, while the other ones continued at a leisurely pace until getting within terminal range.

Then, the packs of missiles would break off. Some would dive towards the waterlines of the Xeraphian ships, while others would snake up in an S shape, then dive down on top of their helpless targets.

At the same time, the Xeraphian CAP around the fleet was assailed by the 11th Fighter Division operating from MP Spain, consisting of 512 MRF-09 Rituals, 384 ASF-08 Spirit Dragons, 60 AD-7B Overlord AWACS planes, mixed with swarms of smaller targeting drones and UAVs. Each of the AWACS and ASF-08s fired several long range Backspike missiles at the Xeraphian AWACS planes in order to render the rest of his CAP blind against both further AAMs and the AShMs below, while the MRF-09s spread out wide and began moving closer to the Xeraphian fleet in order to get into a better shooting position.

A single fleet from the 1st Fleet group broke off the main body and began steaming towards Xeraphian positions, covered by carrier borne AWACS and UAVs. Their target? Who knew? Certainly not the Jarridians.

ooc:
Fleet:
6th Fleet, 1st Fleet Group:
-2x Blue Earth SDCN
-6x Tyrant DCN
-4x Harpy ASDN
-12x Hive SCVN
-36x CTC-110 CVN
-12x Jason ADV
-16x Sea Blade BBN
-12x SeaClaw2 BCN
-27x Flipper ASN
-63x SeaTalon2 CGN
-144x Sea Jaguar 3 DDN
-180x Riptide FFG
-24x Sea Snake SSGN
-56x Sea Lurker SSN

SDCN= Super Dreadnought Command
DCN= Dreadnought Command
ASDN= Arsenal Dreadnought
ADV: Air Defense Vessel.
SCVN= Super Carrier
CVN= Carrier
BBN= Battleship
BCN= Battlecruiser
ASN= Arsenal Ship
CGN= Cruiser
SSGN= Missile Submarine
SSN=Submarine

Jarridia

31-05-2007, 01:21

After a long journey to the region, Jarridian forces had finally arrived within range of the MassPwnage fleets blockading the Strait, and in full force. Across the Strait and deeper into the Mediterranean Sea, naval and air forces from Mediport had been ordered to their stations in anticipation of the order to attack. The 3 fleets at Mediport had been split into two large groups, one was to head west towards the Strait and aid in the destruction of the MP blockade, the other was to rendezvous with the Xeraphian fleet. However, something had suddenly changed with the rendezvous fleet.

Approximately 25 minutes before, long range radar out of Barcelona detected movement out of an MP base. The data was staggered and sketchy.

"General! We've got some sort of movement out of a MassPwnage base and into the Mediterranean."

General Paulo glanced up, and over at the screen, "What is it? Are they launching an assault?"

"I'm not sure sir. It was here and then out of our range....the blip was extremely short. I could barely make recognition of it."

"Well hell," yelled General Paulo, Can you get anything off the long range radars from the fleet in the Atlantic?"

"Negative, they're reporting the same thing I am. A blip and then silence..."

General Paulo squinted his eyes, "Well we've got no choice. Call the Rendezvous fleet, have them readjust. We need their long range radars up and running in case we have a chance to see what MassPwnage is up to. Perhaps it was just a bird or something. Nonetheless, lets get some aircraft up there....I'll get a hold of Xeraph." The General turned around and grabbed the keyboard to his computer. Using the security channels, he shot a quick message over to his counterparts in Xeraph.

Xeraph

We've experienced some sort of single blip out of an MP base. Could be something, could be nothing. Take a heads up and be on the look out for anything suspicious coming your way. We're gonna get the go ahead score here and get some jets up on surveillance on our end.

General Josef Paulo
Jarridian - Barcelona Division

Within mere moments, nearly every plane from the 8 carriers in the rendezvous fleet was prepped and up into the air. Hundreds if not thousands began sweeping the sky, their mission...shoot anything down that could not be identified. They were just hoping to find something worth attacking.

-----------------------------

Meanwhile ,while floating in the midst of the MassPwnage location near Gibraltar, a message came across the Secure Channel to the Admiral of the Jarridian fleet.

Admiral Whipporwill

You are hereby authorized to attack at once. Godspeed and God Bless

Jarridian Department of Defense

Chris Mesnard
Secretary of Defense

The Admiral gained a massive grin across his face, he whirled around in his seat and looked into the eyes of every man behind him.

"Gents!," he announced proudly, "We've got the go ahead. Lets rock this thing. It's time for WAR!

The men began chanting and screaming, "Long live Jarridian," and "Destruction to Doomingslandian Bastards."

The call went out, and seconds later the sky was filled with missiles. From Cruise Missiles, to the Jarridian patented 'Lone Star First Stike' Missile, the first wave would involve the missiles stiking targets all across the blockade, blasting hole and surprising the blockade just enough to get the long range guns in place. The missiles arched from their origin, gaining top velocity before making their direct dive into their targets.

Theoroshia

31-05-2007, 01:29

The Dunkerque class cruises reached the Jarridian fleet just in time to see the first wave of cruise missiles fly out from the fleet.

"Get me in contact with the Fleet Commander. Tell him Theoropian naval units are here, and are available whenever he wants to use them."

Jarridia

31-05-2007, 01:31

Official Statement
The Pure Democracy of Jarridia

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This afternoon, I have ordered the immediate use of military force to insure the removal of Doomingsland from the nation and ally of ViZion. These forces have been ordered to carry out a variety of tasks in preparation for the invasion of the ViZionarian land and to oust the occupiers. Though diplomacy was attempted, these actions failed to reach the ears of those harming the natural balance of society. We can no longer tolerate the injustices and must move to this action of combat. It is hereby declared that a state of war exists between the nation(s) of Doomingsland, MassPwnage and the Pure Democracy of Jarridia.

The belligerent nations mentioned have saught to murder innocent civilians and undo a society that posed them no harm. They have saught to undermine the very structure of society and we have moved to insure that it stays intact. They have unjustly laid claim to a sovereign nation, and having done so, saught to destroy all holdings of that said nation. Finally, they have brought to the world a plague of destruction and hatred that must be ended here.

Our forces will fight with vigilance, and they will fight for as long as they are needed. The Jarridian Military is mighty, and the WWA is stronger still. There is nothing that we cannot accomplish, especially with God's Righteous Might behind us. We will prevail, and we will shine our beacon of freedom to those lost in the dismal haze of ViZion. Together we stand strong, and together we promote the human rights and prosperity for all.

Michelle Thoreson
President of the Pure Democracy of Jarridia

Theoroshia

31-05-2007, 01:36

OOC: Dunno what you want my ships to do. They're under your command for now. Where should my troops land?

Jarridia

31-05-2007, 01:55

OOC: Dunno what you want my ships to do. They're under your command for now. Where should my troops land?

Last OOC post of this thread. I'll Start a new OOC thread. There is no where for you to land right now. I should have been more clear. We have to make it though the blockade before you, or anyone else can get near ViZion. We'll continue this in another thread.

GO HERE FOR OOC: http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=528553

Nueve Italia

31-05-2007, 03:32

Official Statement
The Holy Imperial Republic of Nueve Italia

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The Holy Imperial Republic of Nueve Italia applauds the actions undertaken by The Pure Democracy of Jarridia in order to restore the ViZion government. As Nueve Italia has had previous contact with and has even defended ViZion from foreign aggression, military action, if deemed necessary, will be undertaken by the Holy Imperial Republic, as concurred by The Senate and I, in order to restore the rightful ViZionian government back to the land. Furthermore, reports of aggression against the nation of Xeraph, whom Nitalians have fought beside in the war to defend ViZion, have been condemned by the Holy Imperial Republic.

Due to these incidences and circumstances, the nations of Jarridia, Xeraph, and Theoroshia have the full support of Nueve Italia both politically and economically. If deemed necessary, military action will be taken to ensure that ViZion is, indeed, set free from foreign rule. If the nations of the Coalition to free ViZion will have us, the Nitalians will be honored to fight for their beliefs of nationalism and freedom.

Antonio Orsini Gori I

Antonio Orsini Gori I

Emperor of the Holy Imperial Republic of Nueve Italia

Jarridia

31-05-2007, 03:37

Mediport, ViZion: Jarridian Sovereign Territory

What was left of the Jarridian Fleet in Mediport lay floating silently in the warm night. Only a mere handful of vessels, and due to the lack of ability to get building supplies, most were rigged together to only simulate a fleet. Once the declaration of war from the homeland had come across the recievers, preparations were made immediately for the defense and safety of a city still considered the pride of the Jarridian Territories.

It had been a rough few years following the collapse of ViZion to the Doomlandians and the others. Luckily for Mediport, the surrounding lands were still considered under ViZion control, and thusly a safety net for the city. The only way citizens had survived was that slow and arduous transport of goods from Barcelona to Mediport via submarine, or hidden away on passenger planes. Nonetheless, the people were hungry, and the Jarridian military did all they could to provide, but they needed the supplies as well. The influx of ViZionarians seeking refuge had been the hardest hit on Mediport. Millions had come to the gate in hopes of finding a way out. Millions left through the airport, but millions also stayed.

With the war beginning to rage, supplies were certainly going to get thinner and thinner...atleast until Allied troops landed. So this seemed as good a time as any to fire up the jets and make a running attack on Occupied ViZion.

Militarily speaking, the Jarridian Air Force was all that Mediport currently had going for it. A well kempt air armada of fighters and stealth bombers glimmered below ground in a bunker below the international airport. Since the airport had been closed, the military had begun to prepare the aircraft for an attack.

One by one, in the dark of night, the crafts were brought to the surface, and one by one they took off into the silent night sky. The city itself had been ordered to turn off all unnecessary lights, making it hard to spot via the enemy, so the night was extra dark. the air fleet floated into the air. This was the only wave there would be tonight. A total of 25 Stealth Bombers, 15 Fighter-Bombers and 134 Fighters went into the night sky.

Exiting over the outer gates and fortress walls that cut through the air, many trying to dodge radar sight and stay hidden as long as possible. Soon they were over Doomlandian occupied territory. There bombers goals were to attack the forces at their heart, destroy as many as possible in one run, the fighters aimed at taking out various communications with the regiments not directly associated with those being bombed. The plan was to catch as many of the sectors off-guard as possible, thus gaining a slight bit of advantage over the enemy to begin.

Jarridia

31-05-2007, 03:41

The Holy Imperial Republic of Nueve Italia applauds the actions undertaken by The Pure Democracy of Jarridia in order to restore the ViZion government. As Nueve Italia has had previous contact with and has even defended ViZion from foreign aggression, military action, if deemed necessary, will be undertaken by the Holy Imperial Republic, as concurred by The Senate and I, in order to restore the rightful ViZionian government back to the land. Furthermore, reports of aggression against the nation of Xeraph, whom Nitalians have fought beside in the war to defend ViZion, have been condemned by the Holy Imperial Republic.

Due to these incidences and circumstances, the nations of Jarridia, Xeraph, and Theoroshia have the full support of Nueve Italia both politically and economically. If deemed necessary, military action will be taken to ensure that ViZion is, indeed, set free from foreign rule. If the nations of the Coalition to free ViZion will have us, the Nitalians will be honored to fight for their beliefs of nationalism and freedom.

Antonio Orsini Gori I

Antonio Orsini Gori I

Emperor of the Holy Imperial Republic of Nueve Italia

Your support is indeed welcome, and we are glad to see that other nations are supporting our cause to end this occupation of a dear, and beloved ally. Speaking for Jarridia, we are honored to work with a nation of loyalty and good faith. We fight, not for idea of glory, but for the rights and sovereignity of others.

We hereby welcome you to join the allied forces as we began our most noble and necessary of tasks.

Michelle Thoreson
President of the Pure Democracy of Jarridia

Aztec National League

31-05-2007, 09:33

11:32 PM, The main hall of the Grand Union Chambers, Tenochitilán

A cranky, tired group of legislators sat at their desks, anxious to get back to what was, in their view, a well deserved and needed vacation. However, rather than relaxing with their families at home, the senators of the Tlatocayotl Tlactli were finishing debate in an emergency session over this new campaign the executive branch was all but too eager to get involved with.

Sub-Tlatoani Coyotepec Xoxoctic, the chair of the senate recognized one of the Tlatocayotli to speak…“For what purpose does the honorable minority leader rise?”

A tired but defiant John Kirkland stood up, and looked around the chambers at his fellow legislators. In his eye, he caught site of his former enemy-turned-friend from the lower house, Speaker of the High Soviet Congress Christobol Chavez sitting in the Gallery. Kirkland started, “I speak not in favor of this authorization because my party is in coalition with the majority party. With all due respect to my colleagues in the Socialist Labor Party, I couldn’t give a damn if their leader, the Tlatoani, wanted to go to war or not. However, I speak in favor of this authorization because I stand with the concept of freedom. I believe that the states that have trampled upon the freedoms of ViZion are not just a threat to the interests of Europe, but are a threat to us and all free nations, and as such, it is our duty to fight them. Should we stand idly by, just as we did when ViZion was fighting for its freedom against these aggressors the first time around…”

Various members of the opposition parties and even the majority party booed loudly at this comment, as they were the ones who blocked the authorization last time. The Sub-Tlatoani slammed his gavel down hard, bringing order back into the chambers.

Kirkland continued on, with a bit more bitterness in his voice, “Should we stand idly by, just as we did when ViZion was fighting for its freedom against these aggressors the first time around, when will we say enough? Will it be if they arrive at Jarridia’s doorstep? Will it be when they arrive at one of our other allies? Or will we say enough when they arrive at our doorsteps? My colleagues, taking action on that day will be too late for the world. Let me be blunt: They invaded and pestered our allies and we did nothing. They destroyed entire cultures and ways of life and we did nothing. Not again, the line must be drawn here - this far and no further!”

Silence…“With that Mr. Chair, I demand that we vote on this now.”

The chair waited to hear an objection…there was only continued silence.

“Seeing no objection…”

Kirkland walked from the podium, nervous about the turn out. Despite the efforts of the leadership Socialist Labor/Soviet Republican coalition, this vote could go either way. It would be settled in fifteen minutes, until then, the nervous wait had to continue on.

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25 MINUTES LATER

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of The Altepetl of Aztec National League

Let it be known that with the authorization of the legislature, the Altepetl of Aztec National League fully commits itself to the cause initiated by the nation of Jarridia – the liberation of the Constitutional Federal Republic of ViZion. The occupation of the state of ViZion and her and people, an ally of Aztlán, is intolerable and contrary to the interests of this nation and all other free peoples. As such, the Aztec National League will support this cause by any means possible – either through providing armaments, medical and food supplies, and ultimately, by fighting along side this grand coalition.

- Quetzalcoatl Nochtli,
Tlatoani of The Altepetl of Aztec National League

OOC: I will post deployments and actions tomorrow.

Allanea

31-05-2007, 10:32

Official Statement by Alexander Kirillovich Kazansky, Field Marshal of the Republic, authorized and approved by Elisabeth Cuddy, President of Allanea.

Until the ceasefire with Doomingsland expires, we are unfortunately unable to aid you. However, we can – and will – donate arms, ammunition, ships, and so forth to your cause. The following ships and equipment have been decommissioned during our Naval Reform Plan, and you can pick them up in Allanea any old time:

2 Zealous Class superdreadnaughts
17 Elusive Class battleships
20 DDG-33 Mark Warner class destroyers
30 Point Catilan Class escort frigates
20 Jericho Class Amphibious Assault ships
20 Carranzei Class guided missile cruisers
20 [i]Grasshopper Class heavy transports
4 Taniat Class anti-air warfare cruisers
2200 Black Mariah aircraft.
10,000,000 FN-FAL rifles and ABK-1 bayonets
A billion rounds of ammunition.

We request merely that you use them for one purpose – to kill as many Doomani as possible. The foul false Emperor, Maximus, may laugh at you now – let's see how he laughs when the glorious liberating forces are on his doorstep.

Let us see how the Doomani laugh when you impale them upon your bayonets and run them over with your tanks. Kill them, burn them, blow them up, kill them all! Let no Doomani live! Drive them before you like the deceived, fearful sheep they are, poison them with gas, shoot them, hack them with sword and knife, have no fear or mercy!

Forward, valiant Jarridians! Forward, brave Aztecs! Onward, to Rome!

Tarlag

31-05-2007, 13:24

Aboard H.D.S. Lexington

The intercom came to life in the C&C "Sir, I have a or your eyes only message from Fleet Com."
Admiral Nichols put the reports he was reading down and picked up the intercoms phone. "Route it through station M-136 please."
In a moment the message was sent and decoded using the stations own computer. Nichols studied the message sent by the Duke himself then looked up. " Com. I want you to patch we through to the fleet ASAP."
Ten minutes later every loud speaker in the fleet carried the Admirals words to the Fleet.
"Warriors of Tarlag I bring Greetings and well wishes from your Duke. As of 0934 Standard Tarlag time we are in a state of war with the Occupiers of ViZion. NO quarter will be asked and NONE will be given. We are hear by ordered to link up with the Jarridian Fleet currently in the East Atlantic and other Allied forces joining us daily and attack all forces preventing us from reaching ViZion. As the Company of the Crimson Raven Stood against the darkness. so we to will stand. Three Cheers for the Duke".
All over the fleet cheers erupted because every man and woman in the fleet knew they were serving a noble cause.

Xeraph

31-05-2007, 14:50

Newtdom

31-05-2007, 15:06

The Emperor was hard to reach today; he had decided to take his yacht out earlier than suspected. It was flagged down by the massive Coast Guard clipper, Intrepid . Emperor Newt XX was angered by this distraction on his only escape from the monotony of being a leader of such an expansive empire.

Commodore Lord Michael Duffy stepped onto the Emperor’s yacht, gave a low, graceful bow and rose to his feet. Lord Duffy spoke quickly as the situation was spiraling out of control “Your Majesty, we have been called on by our allies in a time of strife.” He handed the intelligence papers, official notices from the allies, and a list of military material in the area.

The Emperor nodded his head while reading over the various papers. “Duffy, order your best sailor to bring my yacht home, I will be joining you aboard the Intrepid .”

With that the Emperor walked across the gangplank and onto the flagship of the Northern Coast Fleet. He quickly made his way deep into the bowels of the ship, where a heavily guarded room was strategically placed. Within the sound proof walls were intelligence officers, and uplinks to every member of the High Imperial Court.

OOC: I’ll get back to this later, I have to go for a bit.

Xeraph

31-05-2007, 15:20

Admiral Jocelyn DeSantis noted with a grim satisfaction the launching of the Jarridian missiles. "Those sonsabitches in Gibralter are gonna have so many missiles up their ass they're gonna be able to taste 'em!', she thought.

"Lieutenant! Alert all missile cruisers! Launching of VLS-23a batteries on my mark! All carriers to scramble Rattlesnakes and Mambas NOW! Cobras and Cobra FBs scramble in 30 minutes. SeaWolf subs directed to sink any and all enemy vessals within range."

She glanced at her watch. "VLS launch.........NOW!" Twenty five seconds later, "Tommys launch........NOW!" Still a shorter time later, "Tanith Mark IIs launch........NOW!"

From fifty-two missile ships and missile cruisers were launched over six hundred S/S projectiles, most with explosive frag heads. The carriers spewed forth nearly 720 Mambas and Rattlesnake fighter-jets, all armed with A/S Liberty missiles and 35mm Gatling Guns. Subs were in up-periscope mode, vectoring in on enemy naval craft. All were armed with multi-bay frag torpedoes and each had two Ariette nuclear missiles.....just in case.

DeSantis could see the Tarlagian fleet just a couple of miles behind, catching up quick, moving into battle formation. And yet another fleet not too far behind them, nation unknown.

"Ma'am, message from HQ." She grabbed it out of the ensign's hand and gave a big whoop. "Gentlemen, inform all commanders that our GAPTS allies from United Earthlings has been informed that they are welcome to join the Allied Liberation Team!" Cheers all around the control center threatened to drown out the roar of the jets overhead.

'Yes,' she thought, 'this is going to be a great day...................

MassPwnage

31-05-2007, 15:38

Xeraph

31-05-2007, 15:50

Admiral Joe Collins was tired of waiting. His Battle Fleet had been anchored 175 mile off the eastern coast of Cyprus for a week now. 'Goddam Regents', he thought. 'Alaric would have had us bombing the shit outta the bastards by now.' He no sooner got through thinking that when the orders came. He put them up on the big screen on the bridge, read them through a second and third time, then hit the intercom button.

"OK, ladies, this is it! Listen up, 'cause I'm not gonna say this twice. Jarridia, Tarlag and our fleet in the Atlantic have commenced the assault on the enemy forces in and around the Strait. Our Pythons, Anacondas, and Constrictors are expected to land in Barcelona and Mediport in approximately 36 hours from our Imperial bases in Xeraph, Black Shadows, and The Grey Phoenix. From there they will refuel and proceed to carpet bomb enemy sites across the board. Our job is to head towards the Strait in support of the Atlantic Fleet and to bombard occupied ViZion coastlines." He paused for a second as another message came across the screen.

"Shitfire sonsabitches! OK, men. Now here this! A MassPwnage air-and-sea force left their turf hours ago.....headed straight for us. We've got very little time before theyr'e within radar range. We've got a satellite link with one of the Orbiting Scanning Platforms up over the MedSea Sector.

Carrier commanders, scramble ALL Mambas and Cobras. Rattlesnakes to scramble in 45 minutes. All missile cruisers to coordinate vectors on any incoming enemy aircraft. Battleships and destroyers to head east by northeast and be prepared to launch VLS 2a's in defense. Immediate launching of AirWolf and Apache Gunships as first contact units. And I want............."

Collins' next statement was drowned out by explosions to the east and north of the fleet. Three FA boats had been hit by incoming missile, and a destroyer had taken a direct hit to the engines. "Fire all missiles! Fire all missiles!" Collins screamed.

"Chief! What the fuck..............?"

Chief Petty Officer Keller yelled back. "Sir! Enemy formations all over the scope! We gotta get the birds up NOW!"

Collins mashed a button. "All, I repeat all, carrier aircraft into the air at once! The enemy is at the front door!"

Fighter after fighter launched from the decks of the twenty-four carriers in the fleet. 'Gotta get 'em up before they become sitting ducks, ' he thought.

"Chief! Message to HQ and Regents: Enemy attacking. Size of enemy force unknown at present. We have been fired upon, and are presently returng same. Updates to follow."

With all the shouting, explosions and mayhem around, he managed a small grin. "Heh.....gonna be a good day after all........fuckin' A."

Yallak

31-05-2007, 15:52

To: High Council of Arrandin
From: High Admiral Alexander Nichols
Subject Troop Transports

With the permission of President Thoreson of Jarriaia I would like to offer the services of 15 of our old but still serviceable Liberty Class Cargo ships to transport you forces to the region. Each of these ships should be able to carry 500-600 Troops pulse equipment. The TDF will also supply 10 LST for the Transport of any armor and land transport. Each LST can move 24 MBTs or APCs or 28 5 ton Trucks.

If this is acceptable to all parties then the ships will be dispatched.
We would also be willing to provide an escort of

1 Midway CVA
2 Dever DDG
10 Fletcher FC

Encoded Imperial Transmission
To: High Admiral Alexander Nichols
From: The High Council of Arrandin

More than acceptable. The Yallakian military wasn’t designed to handle as much overseas troop deployment as we are currently undertaking so we have reached the limit of our transport abilities. Your vessels will help greatly in alleviating this problem.

Following this message are the co-ordinates to the military base at which your ships will need to dock.

Signed:
Lord Herusen, Supreme Chancellor of Yallak

Xeraph

31-05-2007, 15:52

ooc: since I'm a bit too lazy to find the thread, I just have two questions for you.
"What happened to the 1,200 AShMs I launched at your fleet?"
"What happened to the AAMs I fired at your combat air patrol?"

ooc: nothing yet. gimme a chance to set my stage before I start numbering casualties and counter-attacking........

and if I'mn ot mistaken, your attack is against the MedSea fleet, no?

Tarlag

31-05-2007, 16:14

Encoded Imperial Transmission
To: High Admiral Alexander Nichols
From: The High Council of Arrandin

More than acceptable. The Yallakian military wasn’t designed to handle as much overseas troop deployment as we are currently undertaking so we have reached the limit of our transport abilities. Your vessels will help greatly in alleviating this problem.

Following this message are the co-ordinates to the military base at which your ships will need to dock.

Signed:
Lord Herusen, Supreme Chancellor of Yallak

The ships and escorts are on route.

Tarlag

31-05-2007, 16:43

Aboard H.D.S. Macross Flag Ship Task Force 15

Admiral Toyota read the most recent dispatches from the Grand Fleet.
"Damn, I am sitting here watching some poor bastards getting gang stomped By AMF and other big nations and Nichols is getting all the action."
Captain Cordry Commander of the Macross gave a slight chuckle "Perhaps this message from Fleet will help your mood, Sir."

*************Encrypted Message******************************

From: Fleet Command
To: Commander Task Force 15
Subject: Redeployment

Task Force 15 is to make with all speed to Red Sea Area. Commander is directed to interdict Suez Canal. You will Deni use of the Canal by Enemy forces and attempt to keep it clear for allied use. You are also directed to support special operation Ramrod if it become necessary. If commanders position becomes untenable you are ordered to block canal to prevent its use. A force of Additional ships is on route to aid in this matter.

Task Force 15s new order of Battle
CVN Duke Arnold
CVN Lady Raina O'Shay
CVA Victory
CVA Regent
BBH Macross
BBN Royal Jaguar
BBN Royal Panther
BBN Royal Lion
BCN Remus Ironlord
CAG Lord Yappa
CAG Iron Duke
8 Dever class DDG
25 Fletcher Class FC
5 SSN
5 SSH
10 SSB

**********************END MESSAGE***********************

Macisikan

31-05-2007, 17:05

Civil Service Gazette: MEA
Posting Changes

Ambassador Josephine Le'Varre has been recalled from the Constitutional Federal Republic of ViZion. No replacement has been nominated by the Ambassador-General, no vacancy is offered. Embassy staff reduced accordingly.
The provisional Government of ViZion will be formally notified of this posting change on Monday.

[-- extract, p.12]

********************

Civil Service Gazette: FM&C
Legislation Defeated

Motion (Orig:Reps) to annul relations with Constitutional Federal Republic of ViZion defeated 73/566/41 (in Lords) along Party lines.

[-- extract, p.32]

MassPwnage

31-05-2007, 20:45

ooc: nothing yet. gimme a chance to set my stage before I start numbering casualties and counter-attacking........

and if I'mn ot mistaken, your attack is against the MedSea fleet, no?

It is against the MedSea. fleet.

Newtdom

31-05-2007, 20:47

The meeting concluded quickly. A contingency for such a war was already drawn up, and men across the country were mobilizing. Rear-Admiral Sir John Mabbet was already onboard the Grand Fleet's flagship, the NRS Imperium , a massive Imperium Class superdreadnaught. The fleet was to head at full speed to the Mediterean.

Mabbet was the best choice for this command, a lifer in the Newtdom navy, a graduate from the presitigious Newtdom Royal Naval Academy, and the veteran of many conflicts. This command was presumably his last, he was getting too old for combat, but noone in the Supreme Military Council doubted his ability. Mabbet was to command a superb fleet.

The Grand Fleet was to include the top of Newtdom naval technology. Two Imperium Class Superdreadnaughts were to lead the way. Accompained by four Wolfe Class Battleship, two Juken Heavy Battleship, one Juken Battleship, and one Juka Heavy Battlecruiser. Additionally, two Nimitz Class Carriers, three Zev-Nec Class Carriers, one Invincible Class Carrier, and two WASP Class Carriers. In support of the heavy ships are five Diamond Class Destroyers, three Wolf Class Destroyers, four Aegis Class Frigates, five Arsenal Class, two SeaWolf Class SBN, and one Ohio Class SBN. Along with sufficient supply, hospital, mine sweepers, and tugs to support such a fleet.

While the fleet was preparing to get underway, Field Marshall Lord William Wolfe was setting into effect what army units would be sent into the combat zone.

OOC: sorry, I'm out of town on someone else's computer, otherwise I would have a better description of what each unit's purpose is, as well as the correct number of noncombat support vessels I can place in the fight.

MassPwnage

31-05-2007, 20:59

"INCOMING!!!!!"

The Jarridian fleet had been seen a long way off, as had the launch of the missiles. Unlike the Xeraphians, who had maybe 20 seconds after receiving that radio transmission from the Jarridians to counter the incoming wave of ordnance from the bombers and fighters, the Pwnage fleet had many minutes to set up countermeasures and get anti-air weapons online, not to mention the fact that their weapons had already been put on high alert previously.

The Jarridian AShMs moving towards Gibraltar were detected early on in their flight paths. Many of them were shot down from long range by the ground defenses as they made their approach. Many others were shot down as they went into their predictable death dives. In the end, only a handful managed to hit the enormous fortress at Gibraltar, causing only minimal damage.

The order from Admiral Nilson Nguyen Lon came back over the intercom.

"All captains fire at will."

First, the airplanes already in the air launched several volleys heavy anti-air missiles, designed to target Jarridian AWACS planes and blow them out of the sky.

Then there was a deafening, mind boggling roar as tens of thousands of missiles left their VLS tubes in several successive waves. Big guns, including 20 inch coastal railguns and 39 inch NOVA fusion pulse guns opened fire on the Jarridian fleet from both MP's Spanish territories and from ViZion. Squadron after squadron of planes began taking off, from both the fleet carriers and from ground bases.

As the AShMs automatically spread themselves out and began their target runs, a few darted out ahead, making hypersonic runs at the Jarridian fleet, while others hung back lazily. Some missiles even dropped loads of torpedoes into the water during their end runs.

At the same time all this was happening, a wave of cruise torpedoes was launched at the Jarridian fleet from shore and ship based sites.

From the Suez Canal Zone, elements of the 2nd Fleet Group began to set sail towards the Jarridian Fleet. When within range, they would open fire too.

On the ground, Pwnage army units began to lay siege to Mediport, using heavy artillery to deploy burrowing mines along the main roads to the city, while above, airplanes launched heavy HARMs against Jarridian radar sites in the city.

Doomingsland

01-06-2007, 02:39

Mediport, Province of Italia (Occupied ViZion)

Imperial satellites and UAVs had picked up the movement of the Jarridian aircraft on the tarmac before they even had the chance to take off; following the Jarridian declaration of war, Dux Liberius Appius Otho had initially planned to give the city a chance to surrender before he proceeded to raze it to the ground. The Jarridians had not even given him a chance to attempt diplomacy; this was entirely fine with him.

The Imperial IV Army had been preparing for this operation for over a decade, following the conquest of ViZion. This was the last heathen outpost in Doomani Italia, and the Jarridians had just given the Doomani just cause to level it.

Permenant siege works had been constructed all along the outskirts of the city by the Doomani: thousands of bunkers and covered trenches linked by tunnels were built firmly into the hills surrounding the city were manned by battle-hardened Legionaries; tanks were dug hull down along the tops of the hills, along with batteries of 152mm towed howitzers. Mortars of various calibers were numerous, concealed in permenant, concrete mortar pits with sliding top covers, allowing for the crew to conceal their position when not in use. All were in the perfect position to shell the city and reduce it to ash at a moment's notice.

Behind the initial lines of defenses were hundreds of staging areas, well concealed from the prying eyes of enemy satellites. Tanks and infantry fighting vehicles were generally parked in concealed hangars built into the sides of hills or dug into the ground, while infantry comfortably resided in subterranean barracks complexes.

Over six thousand self-propelled artillery pieces had been massed within range of the city over the past decade, including MLRS systems. Their targets had all been preassigned, and so they knew precisely what to shoot at when the order came. Everything was already zeroed in.

Mediport, over the past decade, had been in a state of permanent blockade; the only aircraft that were allowed into the city were flights of civilian aircraft, which were always forced to land before they arrived in Mediport and inspected by Imperial officers for things they deemed contraband. No shipping was allowed in what so ever. Sitting ten miles off of the coast of the city was a squadron of heavy cruisers and battleships supported by the super dreadnaught Apollyon.

Their guns were always trained towards the harbor, ready to wreck what remained of the Jarridian fleet at a moment’s notice.

Within minutes of Jarridia’s declaration of war, moments after Jarridian aircraft began to taxi out of their bunkers, the ground began to shake.

The Doomani had given no warning to their foe, given them no time to prepare. All along the siege works, Imperial artillery commenced fire along with the tanks. 152mm howitzers and 125mm guns fired into the walls surrounding the city; against such large shells, a wall would not last for very long.

Meanwhile, further back, the main artillery complement had commenced its bombardment. Three-thousand 152mm self-propelled howitzers utilized their autoloaders and advanced targeting software to fire in the MRSI (multiple rounds, simultaneous impact) pattern. In this pattern, the guns would fire off three rounds at varying angles; these angles were actually targeting the same object, however, flight times of the shells would differ, resulting in all three shells hitting their target at the same time. With three thousand guns going at once, there were literally nine-thousand shells impacting the city at the same time.

However, these were not simple high explosive shells: they were laced with Pestis Dei, the same chemical weapon that had been used to nearly exterminate the population of the Kahanistani capital of Najaster. The particular agent was capable of burning away the filters on gas masks and NBC systems alike, meaning that even if the citizens and soldiers within Mediport were in bomb shelters or were wearing gas masks, they would still be killed. Not only this but Pestis Dei, like most modern chemical weapons, was capable of entering through the skin.

The blanket of artillery fire was spread out all along the city to ensure every inch of it would receive a lethal dosage of the gas. Immediately following the initial MRSI bombardment, the guns switched over to conventional high explosive shells and proceeded to continue to pour rounds into every section of the city without any signs of stopping; with a rate of fire of ten rounds per minute, the amount of fire power being put into the city by the artillery was simply obscene. These were further supplemented by two-thousand 300mm MLRS systems, each firing a total of twelve heavy incendiary rockets each in under a minute. Their goal was to raze every single building within its confines.

At the same time as the initial artillery barrage, MLRS systems commenced fire on the airfields: over one thousand 300mm rockets were fired into the runways alone, certainly overkill. The rockets were laden with cluster munitions, which would ensure that every square inch of the runway was thoroughly cratered, making it impossible for any aircraft to take off. In addition, mines were mixed in with the cluster munitions, making it not only suicidal to take off, but also make it difficult for engineering vehicles to repair the runway. If any aircraft somehow did make it off of the ground before the artillery began to hit, they would immediately run into a massive barrage of anti-aircraft fire from guided quad 37mm cannons, 105mm rapid fire guns, and surface-to-air missiles; these systems would use a variety of systems to engage their targets ranging from infrared search and track (which would be able to see the enemy stealth aircraft without too much difficulty), LIDAR, LADAR, and RADAR, ensuring the Jarridian air force would have little to say in the matter of the Battle of Mediport.

Finally, the Imperial Navy squadron anchored off Mediport commenced fire. The sheer firepower of the fleet was dazzling: twenty 27.5” guns and a broadside of 30 or so rapid fire 6” guns on the Apollyon alone was more than enough to reduce what few ships remained in the harbor to ash, but of course the Doomani were well known for their love of the concept of overkill. However, to make things worse for whatever ships of the Jarridian Navy remained, four battleships brought in a total of forty-eight 18” guns, and the six heavy cruisers put another fifty-four 12” naval guns into the fray. All of these guns fired one massive barrage at the ships anchored in the city’s harbor. They would continue firing until every ship had been sunk or destroyed; following that they would turn their guns on the city itself and help to raze it to the ground.

imported_ViZion

01-06-2007, 07:46

OOC: I'm off work tomorrow and will have enough sleep to not be so tired, I'll be posting more tomorrow. Tonight I'm posting this quicky before I pass out of being so tired...

IC: Eight of the old and worn Ohio class SSBN's launched from Angola, accompanied by five Enterprise carriers and fourteen Virginia battleships. Their mission? Meet up with allied forces outside the blockade.

In the mean time, ViZionarian forces across ViZion's remaining territories in Africa was building up its defense, digging in and setting up coastal defenses.

ViZion's air defense system continues to be beefed up. Once known as world class, the air defense system, known is the NAD, has barely been upgraded in the past several years since the rebellion and invasion began. However, it was still a quite capable system.

Hiro, in the mean time, continued to move across ViZion's remaining land, rallying the men and women of ViZion. He had to remind the ViZionarians to control their anger after official news broke about the slaughter of the millions of ViZionarian civilians caught up within Doomani fortifications.

President Kilo, in the mean time, kept quiet from making public statements. His main concern laid in working on keeping what ViZion had safe guarded. President Kilo ordered the ViZionarian forces to continue to dig in and improve defenses - by air, land, and sea - should the hostile forces move against remaining land instead of paying attention to the masses of allies gathering against the hostile nations.

Tarlag

01-06-2007, 12:53

Official Statement by Alexander Kirillovich Kazansky, Field Marshal of the Republic, authorized and approved by Elisabeth Cuddy, President of Allanea.

Until the ceasefire with Doomingsland expires, we are unfortunately unable to aid you. However, we can – and will – donate arms, ammunition, ships, and so forth to your cause. The following ships and equipment have been decommissioned during our Naval Reform Plan, and you can pick them up in Allanea any old time:

We request merely that you use them for one purpose – to kill as many Doomani as possible. The foul false Emperor, Maximus, may laugh at you now – let's see how he laughs when the glorious liberating forces are on his doorstep.

Let us see how the Doomani laugh when you impale them upon your bayonets and run them over with your tanks. Kill them, burn them, blow them up, kill them all! Let no Doomani live! Drive them before you like the deceived, fearful sheep they are, poison them with gas, shoot them, hack them with sword and knife, have no fear or mercy!

Forward, valiant Jarridians! Forward, brave Aztecs! Onward, to Rome!

If these ships and equipment are still available The TDF will send personal to pick it up. after getting this I will immediately deliver it to Free ViZion Territory.
They seem to be lacking modern equipment.

We will also deliver the following
2,500 M3 Carl Gustav Guns
2,000 MAA4 Sling Stone Man portable AA launchers
700 SPIGOT Anti-Tank Giuded missiles
500 81mm Mortars
144 Merkava IV MBTs (Brand New)
500 Ratel 20 IFVs (Used but referbished)

Xeraph

01-06-2007, 14:15

The barrage of incoming missiles and torpedoes from the MassPwnage assault was of immense proportions. Sixteen ships had already been hit, four sunk, the rest damaged and listing, unable to manuver.

Collin's flagship battleship had manuvered into position with most of the other battleships and destroyers to not only fend off the continually incoming enemy units, but to begin shelling the occupied ViZIon coastline.

Eighty-seven percent of the Xeraphian aircraft were up in the air, engaging enemy jets and blowing missiles out of the skies. Twenty-two had been destroyed on one carrier by a well-placed rocket from one of the enemy missile ships. But almost 1400 Mambas and Rattlesnakes were evening up the fight, while the King Cobras streaked towards MP and Doomani fortifications with their payloads.

SeaWolf and Oscar subs were playing hide-and-seek with MP destroyers. Several had reported hits, damage unknown. A number of sub commanders had requested permission to launch the nuclear Ariettes. They were denied......for now.

Admiral Collins was yelling orders into the comm when another message arrived. He read it first in disbelief, then anger. He punched in the code for multiple ship communication. "Attention! Those bastards have commenced shelling the Mediport! They are using chemical weapons against which there is little if any defense! All VLS units are to be armed with the next volley with the Sarin X-9a's and Venom h-3f's. Those cocksuckers wanna play rough? We'll show 'em what rough is!"

Just then, the roar of the first volley from the battleships were felt as well as heard, and cheers went up as they found their mark. Massive explosions saturated the ViZIon shoreline while the chemical-laced missile found their way inland.

In the air, the Xeraphians were giving as good as they got, but it was evident that they could not hold out indefinately against the MP assault. His fleet's orders included the support and protection of the incoming Python and Anaconda bombers now in the air out of Barcelona. The bombers headed to Mediport were now enroute to the Doomani and MP fortifications on Gibralter.

"Damn", Collins said to himself, "We're gonna need a little help out here before too long."

He turned and typed in a message to John Strickland, former supreme commander of the Xeraphian forces, now Regent of the Empire. Collins had know Strickland for years, and he knew that if anyone could get reinforcements out to him, Strickland could.

Message sent..............now the wait begins.

Theoroshia

01-06-2007, 22:23

It was too much for the seven ships of the Theoropian navy to stand.

Five were destroyed outright, and one injured. The only ship to make it out semi-unscathed reported problems with the automatic loaders of their 110mm guns, and one engine room was down.

The newly appointed Commodore, originally the Chief Engineer (who was usually seventeenth in line), looked at the situation. With Xeraphian aircraft 'distracting' the air assault, and the Xeraphian fleet engaging the Doomingland troops onshore, he could easy retreat to safety. However, if he did that, the reinforcements coming from the harbor city of Obbrusk in Theoropia wouldn't have up to date information, as the Xeraphians were too busy fighting for their lives. No, the decision was made. It was time to use the new weapons that had been put onto the Dunkerques prior to them disembarking.

"Tell the troops to put on gas masks, and seal all bay doors. Load the box launchers with the AIEA missiles. Also, activate the smoke screen. We're going in."

******

Soviet doctrine called for a massive amount of numbers that, should a break in the enemies defenses be found, go through that exploited point in force. However, no thought had been put into putting weapons onto a tank, or a ship, that shielded that individual unit from fire. Sure, smoke grenades were used on tanks to shield them from fire on the way into an attack, but with thermal sights on the newer tanks, it was discontinued.

Until Project AIEA came long. It's goal: to make a badly beaten ship able to retaliate before it was destroyed. Using nuclear power and a few chemicals that increased nuclear output, the engines of a damaged ship could be fixed within minutes. However, the radiation caused by this would kill the crew in under an hour, which is why it wasn't used. Also, new advances in bio warfare had found that E Coli could be mutated so that it could attack plastics and certain human muscles. Basically, gas masks would be destroyed and the entire muscle system of a human being paralyzed. Unfortunately, this strain of E Coli couldn't last long outiside its Petri dish, limiting its effectiveness.

Which is what the box launchers are for. Although they have to manually loaded, each box launcher could shoot out fourty missiles each. With the five box launchers on a Dunkerque, and with two Dunkerques, that meant a total of 4,000 missiles would be raining down on the Doomingsland troops using only two ships.

Also, a smokescreen consisting of that same strand of E Coli and regular smoke would surround the ship, shielding it briefly.

Basically, the whole point of Project AIEA was to give a desperate ship a last chance to take out as many enemies as possible. And that was exactly what the two Dunkerques did.

***

The ships, with all hatch doors closed, advanced. Smoke began to form, and soon a massive cloud of smoke and E Coli enveloped the ships. They were moving into range of the island. When they were a mile out, they launced. Four thousand missiles, armed with E Coli, now streaked to the Doomingsland troops.

Theoroshia

01-06-2007, 22:27

OOC: I meant four hundred missiles, my bad. Sorry for the OOC, it would save when I tried to edit it.

Aztec National League

01-06-2007, 22:47

OOC: Sorry for the delayed response...Things have been hectic, to say in the least.

3:13 PM, Ministry of War, Outside Tenochitilán…

The reconnaissance satellites focused in on the battle at Gibraltar and in the Mediterranean. The advisors looked at the ongoing struggle, noting how the liberation of ViZion got to a rough start, to say in the least.

“What’s the status of our ships?” Chief Warrior-General Tlanextic Zazanilli asked sharply.

An admiral responded nervously, “Sir, they are completely mobilized…”

“How many?” Warrior-General Tlanextic Zazanilli interupted, again rather sharply.

“We are over the next few days, deploying half of our Atlantic Fleet.”

“Good, good.” Sighing, the general said, “It’s unfortunate, there will be no element of surprise here - they’ll be ready when we get there. Hell, they may try to intercept our forces, have our ships at full battle stations before they get there. How is the rest of our defensive line?”

The admiral responded again, nervously, “Our eastern coasts are very well defended – the remainder of the Atlantic fleet has been completely mobilized and has been placed in the defensive line. Our western coasts are a bit more tricky, but with the remaining 80% of the Pacific fleet, we are able to have a full defensive line there as well.”

“What about troop mobilizations?” Zanzanilli asked.

A general responded, “Sir, our ground troops are largely mobilized and ready to be deployed at our orders.”

“Good, and what’s our supply status?” Asked Zanzanilli.

“Well, sir, the central distribution and planning boards are transitioning our economy from a peacetime economy to a war time economy. It will be a little difficult, but the transition period should not cause too many hang ups. They’ll mostly be on the consumer side anyways. In addition, they have received orders to bulk up our military by building more ships and other vehicles.”

“This is the first time in a long time that our nation’s going to war…It will be interesting to see how the people take it.” Zanzanilli finished.

E*N*C*R*Y*P*T*E*D* ~ C*O*M*M*U*N*I*C*A*T*I*O*N*S*
To: Allies involved with Operation ViZionarian Freedom (Jarridia, et al)
From: Central Command, Aztec National League
Subject: Aztec Deployments

The Aztec National League will be deploying half of the Atlantic fleet to help break the blockade at Gibraltar.

Main Offensive Units:
80 Durán Class Heavy Carriers (CVH)
60 Kuznetsov Class Carriers (CV)
25 Unión Class Advanced Battleships (BBX)
50 Excelsior Class Heavy Battle Cruisers (BCH)
75 Challenger Class Heavy Cruisers (CA)
70 Long Beach Class Missile Cruisers (CA)
60 Veracruz Class Light Cruisers (CL)
55 Jalisco Class Guided Weapons Destroyers (DGW)
50 Valiant Class Frigates

Fire Support Units:
20 Aztlán Class Battleships (BB)
20 Teraztlán Class Battle Cruisers (BC)
30 Veracruz Class Light Cruisers (CVL)

Submarines:
50 Typhoon-II Class Stealth Attack Submarines
20 Los Angeles Class 688i Variant Attack Submarines

-Chief Warrior-General Tlanextic Zazanilli
Minister of War, The Altepetl of Aztec National League

MassPwnage

02-06-2007, 00:14

Re: Xeraph

Regardless of the reinforcements that Xeraph just called for, his Mediterranean fleet wasn't going to be around much longer. The planes around ViZion, more than 15,000 of them, began to engage their Xeraphian and Jarridian counterparts. Some of them engaged the enemy directly, others fired heavy submunition HARMs at enemy radars, both in the Xeraphian fleet and and in Mediport. The HARMs would burst open over their targets, shredding large areas with depleted uranium flechettes. The missiles would be difficult to shoot down, seeing as how they would burst over the Xeraphian fleet, and not try to make contact with their ships.

Bomber wings began firing torrents missiles and torpedoes at ships, many of which probably wouldn't have radars by now.

Meanwhile, the shore defenses began pummeling what was left of the Xeraphian fleet with all manner of heavy guns, missiles and torpedoes. To make things worse, some of the missiles arced right over the Xeraphian, depositing swarm linked explosive drones in the water. They would form a living minefield, in the event that the Xeraphian ships tried to escape.

Re: Tarlaq

What the Tarlaq fleet didn't know was that it was heading into a trap. Most of the Western coastline of the Red Sea was owned by MassPwnage. As the Tarlaq fleet made its way into the Straits of Aden, it suddenly found that the Pwnage 4th Fleet Group had cut off its way off from the south, and elements of the 2nd Fleet Group had blocked it off from the north. The Tarlaq fleet could probably almost hear the coastal guns charging up.....

Then everything fired.

Re: Barcelona

The splinter from the 1st Fleet Group began firing at Barcelona, mostly cruise missiles to crater the runways Xeraphian and Jarridian planes were using, as well as Jarridian radar sites, which were hit with HARMs and cruise missiles. Barcelona's port was hit with anti-ship missiles, cruise torpedoes and heavy naval gunfire, intended to render it and the facilties there useless. Meanwhile, fighters, AWACS and naval bombers patrolled the sky, in case the defenders tried to respond.

Theoroshia

02-06-2007, 00:25

OOC: What about my attack?

Tarlag

02-06-2007, 04:13

OCC What I am not going to use recon? This is MT and I do have Satellites.
please don't attack me till I say I am there yet.

Theoroshia

02-06-2007, 04:19

OOC: I am attacking Doomingsland.

Nueve Italia

02-06-2007, 04:52

7th Battle Fleet, en route to Barcelona

~ War again ...

Nitalians had seen enough devastation to last several lifetimes, but it seemed that their path always drew them towards conflict. Admiral Bertrille Faccina, on board the flagship of the 7th fleet, the Angelo Santo, could not see Barcelona yet, but she knew it was not much farther away. She had been briefed on the situation: she knew that a great deal of military might was standing between her soldiers and ViZion, but it didn't matter: they were fighting for the one thing that all Nitalians held sacred: freedom.

She gazed out of the bridge at the array of ships before her. The 7th Battle Fleet was comprised of several CBGs, each containing 2 carriers each, as well as hundreds of other ships ranging from smaller escorts all the way to massive battleships. She sighed as she gazed at the ocean all around her: she knew what was about to happen, what she was being lead into. Thousands of men were about to die on both sides, and it wouldn't be the first time she had seen such destruction.

All of the men under Bertrille's command were going into battle with a heavy heart. They had seen the death of their very home: the land itself was still barren and destroyed, and ever since that moment the very soul of every Nueve Italian soldier had a small piece broken from them. In fact, every Nitalian had felt as if something had been lost that day, but it had only served to harden their resolve. The sailors, marines, and airmen of the NIIN had now dedicated themselves to freeing ViZion, a fight they themselves had taken and had lost horribly. We will not do so again Bertrille thought. She would not let that happen ...

" Admiral!"

A Radar technician motioned Admiral Faccina over to his station, waking her out of her daydream. Hurriedly, she strode over to the officer to see what was the matter.

" Here, look here," he pointed to a series of signals quite a while away, " this is Barcelona," he pointed to a large contigent of squares and rectangles of various shapes and sizes, " but those signals," he moved his finger to a series of smaller blips moving rapidly around the area, " aren't from any of the coalition nations, ma'am."

She shook her head once, then asked quickly, " Can you identify them?"

In response, Bertrille Faccina got a nod, and then the technician hunched over his console, contacting others to investigate the signals as well. In a moment, they had an answer.

" Fighters and bombers belonging to MassPwnage, a nation fighting on behalf of Doomingsland."

" Pinche ..." Admiral Faccina knew what this meant: she would have to join whatever remained of the Jarridian and Xeraphian force and push that enemy unit back just so that she could reach the port to coordinate the push towards ViZion. She got the attention of the comm. officer, and ordered him to relay a transmission out to all the ships of the 7th Battle Fleet.

" Tell everyone to get to full combat readiness immediately. Prepare anti-munitions weaponry on the submarines, ready fighters for launch, and get all sailors to their combat stations. Also, get in contact with whatever remains at the Barcelona military installation, tell them we've arrived and will help drive the enemy away from there."

The officer snapped off a quick salute and turned back to send out the message on a secure channel.

Meanwhile, Bertrille had gone back to gazing out of the window, staring at the calm sea before the fleet.

War again ...~

Jarridia

02-06-2007, 06:44

Jarridian Fleet: Outside Gibraltar

The initial strike in this war came back with mixed return. The missile strike didn't accomplish the amount of damage as hoped, and instead gave the Masspwnage the perfect opportunity of a retaliation. The ships in the First Strike Fleet had begun their turn around to rejoin the entire Jarridian Naval Arsenal when sporadic blips sprang up on the radar screen. They were randomized and hard to follow, until they were right up on the ships. The missiles scrammed into the sides and sterns of the ships they hit, the force nearly blowing some out of the water. Men were thrown skywards, their limbs being severed by the force and then splashing deep into the ocean night. Upon returning to the rest of the Jarridian fleet, the First Strike was severely weakened and missing many of its vessels.

The Admiral looked in amazement at the destruction that had befallen his First Strike Fleet. Beleaguered in a way that it could have happened so quickly, but then again, he knew this would be no picnic. In the midst of consulting the numbers of dead and wounded he ordered the second wave of attacks. Some new weaponry had arrived today that the Jarridian Admirial was eager to 'test' on the Masspwnage. At about that time, word began spilling in about attacks on the Port City of Barcelona.

The Admiral turned around, "Gents, we've got a little change in plans. We're gonna go back our guys up in Barcelona. Load a good 500 of the new AGM 250 Caesars onto the Fighter-Bombers on the carriers and get them in the air post haste. I have a little Present for the little Massies" *derogatory word used in Jarridian to refer to people from Masspwnage.*

Soon enough the Fighter-Bombers were up in the air and cutting across Spain. Nearly 50 miles out of Barcelona the Caesar Missiles were directed and released into the night-time sky. The solid fuel rocket engines ignited, bringing the missiles to a cruising speed of mach 3 as they cut through the air and over Barcelona. As they approached the shorline the rocket stage detached allowing the missile to drop into the water and rendering itself as a torpedo. The missiles were equipped with a passive sonar that could detect the sound emissions of the enemy fleet and from that point on directed the missile to its proper target. Then the magneto-hydrodynamic engines were initiated, allowing them to cruise silently through the water to within a good 8 miles and by that time the active sonar is automatically flipped on and then detached the magneto-hyrdodynamic engine. For the final stage as they closed in for their final attack on the target, the supercavitation engine fired up, shooting the torpedo at 100 knots into the enemy ships laying in the water off of Barcelona.

Mediport, ViZion: Jarridian Soveriegn Land

No more than a few moments after Jarridian Bombers and Fighters had taken off the runway towards their destinations inside the occupied portions of ViZion, the whole city itself began to tremble. The sky lit up as Doomingsland artillery begin bombarding the Jarridian fortress. General Louis Saenz felt the unearthly shake and swung his head around to the window, all of a sudden his Commander shouted, "Sir, we've got incoming! We're taking heat."

General Saenz shouted, "Shit guys! To your sta....," but before he could get another word out the command center exploded in flames. The international airport was rendered useless as artillery shells exploded into the thick concrete of the runways. Entire subdivision neighborhoods in the same area were wiped clean and continued to burn into the night.

Along the port side, the dazzling lights of the dense downtown shimmered off the coastal waters and glancing off the remnants of the Jarridian Mediport Fleet. With in seconds this peaceful serenade of night was ended by the vile Doomingslandians. The first hit was right on target, hitting the single remaining Jarridian AEGIS Cruiser. A few naval vessels managed to put defense online quick enough to stave off damage, but it was too late for others. The glistening skyscrapers on the coast had been reduced to rubble, hundreds of thousands lay dead in the streets or in the rubble of buildings. The pride of the Jarridian Military presence in the Mediterranean had been demolished in a fatal swoop and more innocent ViZionarians fell to the hands of the Doomingslandians, it wasn't by a lack of preparation, more of a lack of tools and equipment to get a proper defensive strike set up. As the remaining aircraft began returning from the Doomingslandian Occupation, they found no city and no place to land.

"Commander." remarked Lt. John Davis over his headset.

"Yes Davis?" replied Commander Wilkinson.

"All I see are flames. I'm not getting anything but static on my radio."

The remaining pilots had no where to go. By this time Doomingsland had spotted them flying towards the city.

"Davis and the rest of you. This is my final order. Those damn bastards are going to kill us anyways. The best thing to do is to take this god forsaken hunk of metal and cram it in their asses. Now turn your damn planes behind me and lets give'em what they want!" yelled the Wilkinson.

"Yes sir!" all the men replied.

Their jets turned, around 20 of them, and put their sites on enemy fortifications outside of Mediport, another 5 headed out to sea. Within moments, the jets slammed themselves into enemy bunkers or enemy ships, depending on their direction. From being an initial strike on the enemy, it had turned into a true kamakazi mission.

The Lone Alliance

02-06-2007, 11:19

-LAN-
An announcement was made over the Television and radio waves:The time to take a stand is now, the time to liberate those from injustice is now, we've waited for this, the time when others would stand up against the oppression of ViZion and we're ready to continue the fight. For Victory we join in the assault against the hated occuipers of ViZion!

-60 miles west of Gibraltar-
~Sub Fleet~
"We are now moving from observation mode to assault mode," came the whispering command as the sub readied itself. For 4 months the group had sat off the coast of Gibralter, they had moved there in the short peace and had been silently rotating subs out, the place they had hid could not have been better, with the many past assaults on the area the seabed outside of Gibralter was a mass grave of sunken vessels, Subs, destroyers and even larger craft littered the bottom, tombs to an unknown amount of lost souls. The morbid location had an advantage however, with all the wreckage, no one could tell the difference between a sub waiting on the bottom, or a dead sub missing it's bottom, or sides or conning tower, etc, in playing dead and always copying their previous sub's position they were now hopefully unnoticable.

Tarlag

02-06-2007, 14:11

Grand Fleet H.D.S. Lexington

Admiral Nichols looked at the Holotable seeing that in the Med the battle was joined. " Damn, Xeraph is getting kicked hard and so is Jarridia looks like we need to get in there. Flight control I need a long range Anti-Ship mission now."
The Master Flight controller for the fleet looked over the aircraft numbers and replied. " We can mount a 1,000 plane raid now sir. I would suggest 700 escort and 300 equipped with Slammer missiles."
" Very good control, target escorts and carriers. Slammers will not do much to their capital ships but if we can lesson their carriers and cut down on the outer escorts we might have a chance."
The ships navigator spoke up " Sir if we move in we could engage with our own anti-ship-missiles."
"I am not taking that risk we are out numbered and we do not need to get chewed up. We launch the strike and move off, we will link up with our allies then kick them in the ASS. Communications I want you also to order the attack subs to sprint forward and launch their anti-ship cruise missiles at long range, have them target the closest escorts. Their anti-missile defenses will be weaker and if we can slow them down the less likely they will come after Jarridia."

A short time latter the strike was launched 700 SU-33Ns escorting 300 SU-33Ns that were modified to carry four Slammer missiles. They would go to within 150 miles of the enemy fleet and launch their deadly cargo.

Task Force 15

Admiral Toyoda looked over the Satellite recon photos of the area of the Red Sea. "We get close to there we are sunk. They have laid a trap that I will not fall into. Communications Order electronic warfare aircraft up and find their radar sights. When you have some targets have our our subs target them with their EMP missiles. We will then hit what targets we can find after the EMPs go off with our cruise missiles and see if we can draw their ships out to play."

Newtdom

02-06-2007, 21:27

~NRS Imperium ~
Admiral Mabbet was sitting in the control room of the super dreadnaught looking over his plan of attack. The fleet was nearing Gibraltar, and the admiral knew that his strategy was paramount for a successful mission.

~Winchester, Capital of Newtdom~
The Emperor arrived late in the day. His council was already in the Imperial Chambers and were ready for an update on what units would be moved in to offer support to the first responders already in route.

The twelve officers bowed as the Emperor walked briskly into the room. He made a motion for his friends to sit as he moved towards his throne. “Gentlemen, what is our situation.”

Admiral Lord Charles Clancey spoke first “Sire, the Grand Fleet is but a few hours from meeting up with our GAPTS allies. The Navy is mobilizing all available forces, and we have ordered all ships to be ready to sail with in the next two days.”

The Emperor nodded “Very good, Lord Wolfe, what are the plans for the army?”

Field Marshall Wolfe answered the question quickly “Sire, like all of your forces we have begun mobilization. As you know the airborne units are already to be deployed, but we do not have sufficient reinforcements to send them in immediately. If Commandant von Palma can insure a large enough complement of marines, we could order them out at the same time as the 1st and 3rd fleets go underway.”

Baron von Palma interjected “Sire, the marines are ready to be deployed. However, we need support from the 1st and 3rd fleet before we can commit them.”

The Emperor’s brother rose, Arch-Duke Alfred had enough of this petty bickering “Figure it out and deploy them immediately, we already have men in harms way and there is no reason why you gentlemen can not reinforce them immediately.”

With that said the Emperor nodded, and that was enough. The following units were agreed to be deployed with in the day.

Army:
103rd Airborne
87th Airborne
15th Special Forces Battalion
3rd Air Cavalry

Navy:
1st Fleet
3rd Fleet

Marines
4th Expeditionary Force

Air Force:
33rd Fighter Wing
34th Fighter Wing
35th Fighter Wing
36th Fighter Wing
181st Bomber Wing

Xeraph

03-06-2007, 03:56

ooc: again, sorry everyone for lack of response. mucho work right now. will post tomorrow (Sunday).

Yallak

03-06-2007, 13:40

It was still the early hours of the morning within the Empire when the transports from Tarlag arrived at the designated Imperial military base at Accolon. On an average day, even at this time, the base would be a hive of activity and its wharves would be filled to capacity by the warships of the multiple battlegroups that were stationed here. But the fleet was gone and had a thick morning fog not been hanging heavily over the port the foreign ships would have seen an eerily deserted harbor.

General Sarhane couldn’t even see his own soldiers barely fifty meters away boarding the transports though he could still hear the continual thump of heavy boots on wharf and boarding ramp as well as the distance sound of tank tracks. Even the Captain approaching off to his right side was obscured by the unusual weather.

‘It’s still not enough, sir,’ the man said, throwing a casual salute.

The General did not return the gesture. He didn’t even turn his gaze from the direction of the marching boots. ‘Well, it’ll just have to be. These were the last ships coming in and we can’t wait around for the off chance that some more will become available. The remaining regiments will have to go by air. Speaking of which, I take it our helicopter isn’t coming?!’

‘No, Sir. But I’ve arranged for one of the bases Torpedo boats to take us out to the command ship.’

‘We go now then. Our new orders have come through and we have a lot of preparation to do,’ Sarhane demanded stalking off down the wharf, quickly disappearing into the fog. ‘And make sure those foreigners understand we’re to be sailing within the next fifteen minutes,’ his voice called back after him.

Tarlag

03-06-2007, 14:42

The Lone Alliance

03-06-2007, 19:24

-Lone Alliance Command-
~Intel officers meeting~
"Any sort of operation in the Mediterranean will be impossible as long as Gibraltar is held by the enemy," The head Intel officer said going over a map, "However all sea accesses are well covered by their defenses, normal air Combat is out as well from their large Airbase and SAM systems, heck I wouldn't be suprised if they have some sort of defense against space based weapons." "So what do we do?" Came the answer from the Naval Intel officer.

"We bomb them," came the answer.
"How?" asked the Naval officer.

"The B-70s," Came a response from the Airforce Intel officer.
"Correct." came the reply from the main officer.
"It too freaking expensive to fly those things!" The Army intel officer shouted.
"If it works it works, now for the follow up, How can we get troops down there?"
"Special operations already has a 707 droppod plane ready for launch." Came another response.
"Can 30 people sucessfully bring down their Air defenses, this does seem to be a sucide mission."
"They better do it, but I believe they can at least inflict severe damage to their offensive abilities, perhaps enough to give the major players an opening."
"Then do it."

Malatose

03-06-2007, 22:57

Imperial Centre, Malatose

Emperor of the Continental Empire of Malatose, Galius Falucia, sat in his throne room, thinking about the current situation at hand. He had heard the reports of Operation ViZionarian Freedom. He had also heard how the operation wasn't going as planned. Thus, he had made up his mind to assist his allies, for he feared that if Malatose didn't help, his Empire, his people could be next. Although Galius Falucia was technically Command and Chief of the Armed Forces, he left most military matters in the hands of his trusted Executor, Williane Dawn.

After must debating, The Imperial High Command, agency responsible for coordinating the Imperial Military during war as well as peacetime, quickly drafted a contingency plan. The Plan would be called "Operation Emperor's Freedom", and it would begin as soon as possible.

Malatose

03-06-2007, 23:15

http://images.wikia.com/starwars/images/thumb/d/d8/Imperial_Holovision2.png/200px-Imperial_Holovision2.png
Imperial HoloVision Special Report

We apologize for this special news interruption. We have just received news that Imperial Councilor Ars Dagnor, Spokesman of the Imperial Regime is about to speak.

Hello, and Good Evening. There comes a time, when a person must act. When a person must act in the interest of justice, and freedom. Citizens, loyal servants of the Empire, that time is now. As you know, the nation of ViZion, has been occupied and oppressed for years. The nation has been destroyed politically and culturally. Why you ask? for no reason at all. Thus one must ask themselves. Why sit around why people are slaughtered? While a nation is robbed of its wealth and pride.

The Emperor asked himself that very same question. He also asked us the question as well. It is because of that question, that we decided we'll no longer sit idly by, while these atrocities continue Thus, the Continental Emperor has decreed, that military action shall commence at once. He has intrusted his Military Executor with the task of eliminating these enemies of the people, and mass murderers at once. Therefore loyal servants, we ask you to remain steadfast, and to support the Continental Empire to the fullest, for in the end, The Continental Empire shall prevail. Good Day.

Steel and Fire

04-06-2007, 02:51

"So in conclusion, we know nothing at all," said the Chief Military Advisor, pointing a stick at a wiggly line on a clipboard and a large and involved map

"Question," said Trimuvir Chalabi Jones of the Provisional Government. "Are you actually going to offer us any advice on what to do, or not?"

"Well, policy demands that I offer some vaguely optimistic estimates based on educated guesses based on completely fabricated numbers from frazzled menial employees down at Command HQ, then advise that you deploy a ridiculous number of personnel and act innocent when it doesn't work," the Advisor said. "However, this is a special case. After all, Imperium Corporation was involved in this situation before we took over its holdings, and our aid may be called upon again by those ignorant of our change in government."

"Ah," Bernard Rutherford (another of the Triumvirs) said, leaning forward slightly. "On what side?"

"Truthfully, we're not quite sure," the Advisor said, frowning in a puzzled manner. "From an analysis of the various communiqués, we've determined that Imperium had either deployed in support of Doomingsland or of ViZion. There were discussions of payment arrangements with both parties, I think, and... well, it gets messy."

"So we're stuck with neutrality?" Rutherford said, sounding a bit disappointed.

"I'd certainly recommend it," the Advisor said. "However, we do plan to keep our eye on the situation until it calms down. ViZion's received a lot of support, and Doomingsland is currently being invaded by Automagfreek so it may decide to withdraw its military forces back to the homeland; nonetheless, with MassPwnageian support the Doomingslandians have been doing very well so far and may end up achieving victory."

"Chance of Doomingslandian victory is rated as 'Weak to Moderate'," cut in a random guy in the room who probably worked for Intelligence -- no-one was entirely certain -- "and chance of ViZionian victory at 'Moderate to Strong'."

"Well, we'll thee," Peter Aaronson, the third Triumvir, said. He rarely spoke at the meetings, due to a lisp and occasional stuttering. Nonetheless, he was apparently pretty good, as he'd single-handedly decided most of the internal affairs of the new Republic of Steel and Fire.

Glorified tag.

Yallak

04-06-2007, 04:49

Aboard H.D.S. Improbable
Midway II class CVA Task Force 40

Lieutenant Sherman handed the morning reports over to Admiral Brooks who was taking his morning tea on the bridge. " Mr. Sherman how goes the loading operations?"
" General Sarhane's people report they are loaded and ready to get under way, Sir"
"Very well, lets see if we can get these old Libertys under way again. As soon as we clear the harbor and this blasted fog, bring the convoy up to 12 knots. and make for the assembly area. Also launch a CAP. of 6 SU-33s and a hawkeye I don't want any surprises."
"What about General Sarhane and his staff ? Sir."
"Set aside the forward ward room for their use and make sure they are comfortable. These people are our allies now and we will show them the up most respect and hospitatily."

Now that they had cleared the coastline of the Empire and visibility of more than a few feet had returned, General Sarhane had found it to be a particularly nice day after all. The sea was calm and the sun shone down across the allied flotilla but as he surveyed the array of ships he couldn’t help but feel amusement at the sight. Along with the three-dozen ships from Tarlag were two of the enormous nearly four hundred meter long Imperial Aeolus-class Amphibious Assault Ships, two Imperial Destroyers and then an assortment of hurriedly commandeered civilian vessels.

After detouring via one of the loading transports to pick up another Captain, the torpedo boat had delivered the three men to the Improbable where they had made their way to the bridge to meet Admiral Brooks, and too solicit his aid in a very dangerous assignment.

‘Our initial destination, Admiral,’ stated Sarhane, handing the man a detailed map of the Gibraltar/North African area. On it was circled a small landmass with the navigational co-ordinates written next to it. ‘The island of Lanzarote, about one hundred and fifty miles off the African coast.’

And then the General paused, a moment of hesitation uncommon among Yallakian officers. However it didn’t take long before he deciding to continue anyway. ‘Admiral, I need you and your ships to go into combat,’ he asked blunty, ‘Are you prepared to do that?’

Tarlag

04-06-2007, 05:35

Now that they had cleared the coastline of the Empire and visibility of more than a few feet had returned, General Sarhane had found it to be a particularly nice day after all. The sea was calm and the sun shone down across the allied flotilla but as he surveyed the array of ships he couldn’t help but feel amusement at the sight. Along with the three-dozen ships from Tarlag were two of the enormous nearly four hundred meter long Imperial Aeolus-class Amphibious Assault Ships, two Imperial Destroyers and then an assortment of hurriedly commandeered civilian vessels.

After detouring via one of the loading transports to pick up another Captain, the torpedo boat had delivered the three men to the Improbable where they had made their way to the bridge to meet Admiral Brooks, and too solicit his aid in a very dangerous assignment.

‘Our initial destination, Admiral,’ stated Sarhane, handing the man a detailed map of the Gibraltar/North African area. On it was circled a small landmass with the navigational co-ordinates written next to it. ‘The island of Lanzarote, about one hundred and fifty miles off the African coast.’

And then the General paused, a moment of hesitation uncommon among Yallakian officers. However it didn’t take long before he deciding to continue anyway. ‘Admiral, I need you and your ships to go into combat,’ he asked blunty, ‘Are you prepared to do that?’

Admiral Brooks gave the general a look of surprise. " General you have got to be kidding, Xeraph's fleet is in the Med. right now and it is getting its ass handed to it and they have over six times the ships I have.
Improbable is a good ship with a fine crew but doing that right now is suicide. Besides I have no heavy escorts just a couple DDs and some old fast corvettes if we meet anything heavy those transports and us would be cannon fodder."
Brooks studied the map table for a second " I suppose if a attack was to happen on our run in and Gibraltar could be distracted we could slip through during the confusion. I could make it work."

imported_ViZion

04-06-2007, 05:54

The small armada of ViZionarian naval forces were nearing the mass of Allied Liberation Forces gathering outside the hostile blockade. They had a plan that they knew would likely end in their own deaths. However, they also knew that, should their mission be a success, they would draw heavy enemy casualties that could allow allied forces to break through the blockade with relative ease.

They had to be prepared. It must go as planned. It must, and they had two days to prepare.

Yallak

04-06-2007, 09:00

Admiral Brooks gave the general a look of surprise. " General you have got to be kidding, Xeraph's fleet is in the Med. right now and it is getting its ass handed to it and they have over six times the ships I have.
Improbable is a good ship with a fine crew but doing that right now is suicide. Besides I have no heavy escorts just a couple DDs and some old fast corvettes if we meet anything heavy those transports and us would be cannon fodder."
Brooks studied the map table for a second " I suppose if a attack was to happen on our run in and Gibraltar could be distracted we could slip through during the confusion. I could make it work."

While it hadn’t been his intention to confuse Brooks, he hadn’t wanted to tell the man the whole story until the last possible moment. After all, there was no way to know how secure such information would be on this ship or what the Admiral would be communicating to his superiors. Nonetheless, the mans distress was understandable given the circumstances and the Generals own request so Sarhane decided it may make his life simpler just to be upfront.

‘Suicide is not enough to describe the utter uselessness that would result from any attempt we ourselves made to pass the MassPwnage fleet and gain access to the Mediterranean,’ responded the General. ‘That being the case I’m glad to tell you that we will not be going to the Gibraltar, Admiral.’

‘No, my orders are to seize Doomani Morocco and I would much appreciate the services of your ships to help do this.’

Tarlag

04-06-2007, 12:35

While it hadn’t been his intention to confuse Brooks, he hadn’t wanted to tell the man the whole story until the last possible moment. After all, there was no way to know how secure such information would be on this ship or what the Admiral would be communicating to his superiors. Nonetheless, the mans distress was understandable given the circumstances and the Generals own request so Sarhane decided it may make his life simpler just to be upfront.

‘Suicide is not enough to describe the utter uselessness that would result from any attempt we ourselves made to pass the MassPwnage fleet and gain access to the Mediterranean,’ responded the General. ‘That being the case I’m glad to tell you that we will not be going to the Gibraltar, Admiral.’

‘No, my orders are to seize Doomani Morocco and I would much appreciate the services of your ships to help do this.’

" Even attacking Morocco would put us in strike range of the enemy's fleet and air force. If you have not noticed my task force is not set up for that type of operation. However the operation you have shown me has a lot of merritt. Lets get Admiral Nichols on board and we can make it work. Your security concerns are valid so as we sail near the assembly area we can go over to the Lexington by chopper and present the plan in person."

Macisikan

04-06-2007, 12:44

Official Communiqué
Classification: closed
From: Department of the Ambassador-General, MEA
To: President Kilo, Constitutional Federal Republic of ViZion
Subject: Recall of Ambassador

Mr. President,

His Serene Majesty's Ambassador to your nation, Viscountess Josephine Le'Varre, has been recalled by this department and will be returning to the Covenant shortly. The Embassy remains open, with the Deputy Ambassador appointed Acting Ambassador until further notice. Additional senior staff and all non-essential have been evacuated due to safety concerns.

Pursuant to this matter your nation's continued status as a viable nation-state is now under consideration; unless we are satisfied, within the next week, that the Constitutional Federal Republic has a realistic chance of survival as a nation, His Serene Majesty's Government shall consider a dissolution of diplomatic relations and the legal recognition of the territorial claims of Doomingsland, MassPwnage, and Questers.

A list of recalled officials has been attached.

Kind regards,
Baronet Celestine Alarl, D.S.
His Serene Majesty's Ambassador-General
Ministry of External Affairs

Recalled Senior Officials:
- Viscountess Josephine Le'Varre, Ambassador
- Archdeacon Mattias Suldo, Pontifical Nuncio
- Sir Markus Pullo, Trade Consul
- Colonel Peter Charkis, Military Attaché
[general staff size has been reduced accordingly]

Yallak

04-06-2007, 13:53

" Even attacking Morocco would put us in strike range of the enemy's fleet and air force. If you have not noticed my task force is not set up for that type of operation. However the operation you have shown me has a lot of merritt. Lets get Admiral Nichols on board and we can make it work. Your security concerns are valid so as we sail near the assembly area we can go over to the Lexington by chopper and present the plan in person."

OOC: Just a quick post before I go to bed. I’m at work all day tomorrow so I won’t be on until late at night, or morning the day after (that’s a Wednesday for me). Sorry.

IC:
‘Perhaps, but they are too preoccupied fighting the Allied fleet to worry about an insignificantly small group of vessels at least several hundred kilometers south of their current positions. We probably won’t even get inside their RADAR range.

Sarhane was becoming quite insistent now. ‘Every moment we delay gives our enemy more time to prepare, and we would be arrogant to believe the Doomani are not readying for the eventuality that an incursion into their African territory may happen. If your not in on this then I will need all my forces unloaded from your transports at Lanzarote.’

‘Call whoever you need to, but keep it secure and unspecific. I’ll need an answer well before we reach the island, but for now I have plans that need my attention.’ As Sarhane and his officers left the bridge to head to the area designated for there use, he almost felt a trace of remorse at the rudeness with which he had just treated the Admiral but his frustration had just hit an all time high. He was already expected to take an enemy territory being defended by a force of unknown but almost definitively larger size with only one third of his infantry and less than one third of his armour and vehicles but on top of now was the threat that he would loose half of his transport capacity for the landings. He was going to need a damn good plan.

Tarlag

04-06-2007, 14:10

"Very well General, I will call for additional escorts from the Grand Fleet and I will ask for a couple of our Tone Class cruisers they have surface to surface missiles and eight, Eight inch guns. Those cruisers should give you enough covering fire to land your troops. I understand your position General you are asked to do an impossible task with little support."
Brooks Gave a slight grin as he turned to personally take the message to the communications room he spoke over his shoulder sounding almost absent minded. "I wounder what would happen if I contacted my friend Captain Ben Govel on the Sun Dragon and see if he and his could pay us a visit?"

Jarridia

04-06-2007, 15:59

Presidential Palace; Shelbin, Jarridia

President Thoreson, who had spent a majority of her first weeks as president in the strategy room, finally found a few breathing moments outside in the northern courtyard. It was the lushest of the 4 seemingly identical courtyards, and a favorite of the new president. She sat with her eyes closed and a china cup held tightly in her right hand. The morning rays strewn across her face, she merely basked in the early morning glow. Emily Vaclavik, President Thoreson’s newly appointed Secretary of State, came walking out through the courtyard’s entry gate. She was a thin woman, a few years younger than the President herself. Emily had spent her childhood growing up in the now Jarridian converted city of Vampirian City, but that is for another story.

Emily walked up to the President, and placed a bright orange folder on the table in front of her. “Ms. President. We’ve got several new updates from the Operation in the Mediterranean. A few things you need to be informed about,” Emily said calmly as she stared down at Michelle.

Michelle, not wanting to acknowledge that Emily had disturbed her, slowly came out of her quiet haze and glared at both Emily and the folder. ”I just wanted one morning to myself,” Michelle sighed.

”I know,” Emily replied apologetically, ”But this is fairly important, and some things we need to take into consideration post haste.”

Michelle sat up straight and forced the folder open. She began scanning the pages, within a few seconds she took a deep breath and said, ”So Mediport is…”

Emily interrupted her, ”Gone, Ms. President. And not just in a loose term of the word. ViZionarian survivors are either horribly wounded, or being effected by the chemical weapons used by Doomingsland. The Air Force has been wiped clean, and the Navy is gone as well. A few satellite pictures have come back showing at least 80% of the city is totaled. All we have left is a few thousand troops, but their nearly out of supplies and medical ability is nearly nonexistent. “

Michelle face became very serious as she continued to thumb through the documents, ” What about Barcelona?”

”Barcelona has taken some fire from MassPwnage, but damage to the city infrastructure, Air Force and ground forces are limited. The naval forces in the area took some damage, but nothing that can’t be over come. I would suggest strengthening our forces in Portugal as soon as possible, and create a way into Barcelona via Portugal. The stalemate at Gibraltar isn’t certainly something that will take a while for us to bring down, “ Emily replied.

”So, we’ve got Xeraph, Malatose, Yallak, Tarlag, The Lone Alliance, Theoroshia, Newtdom, Nueve Italia…and that’s just mention a few. Not even counting the allies of Xeraph who are popping in and our hidden backers. All against Doomingsland and MassPwnage,” A smirk came on to Michelle’s face, ”I find it amusing that the righteous and valiant have allies coming to aid left and right, while the evil doers must stand alone. That is the sign of the true winners of society. I believe our next goal is to begin phase 2. We shall mobilize more forces at once, and cycle them as necessary. Also, phase 2 of the Gibraltar Mission should be carried out.”

Emily nodded and replied, ”Yes ma’am, I shall meet with Chris at once and get things loaded to the next level, ” she turned and left the President in the garden yet again.

Michelle returned to her state of rest, grasping the china cup full of delicious warm coffee, she closed her eyes and meditated. Her utmost faith was planted in Jarridia, neither Doomingsland or Masspwnage could take that from her.

Mission: Released Fury, Gibraltar

The first wave of attacks was a failure, to say the least. Although MassPwnage had taken some hits, it was not enough to make the fight for entry sway in the momentum that Jarridia and allies soon would be gaining. On deck, Admirial Frank Scott had arrived from Portugal to aid in leadership. Frank had been a significant leader in the war against Daylam in the past, and had even played a part in the Smithso-Jarridian Wars. Now the time had come for his expertise in Gibraltar. There was never a fortress he couldn’t bring down, and he planned to bring this floating pile of Masspwnage waste to the depths.

He sat staring at the satellite photos, ”So you tried missiles?” he asked.

”Of course we tried missiles, that’s always an excellent way to start a war. “ replied Admiral Whipporwill.

Admiral Scott sat a bit longer, ”Well, go under the bastards.

”Under them? How would that work?” Whipporwill scoffed.

”No matter how good they think they are Admiral, they can’t stop everything. Go under them with the nuclear subs. Attack from underneath and launch from above as will. They can’t fight from all angles. Hit the floating wall with missiles too, they certainly can’t defend a damn inanimate wall,” replied Admiral Scott with an ingenious grin. ”Also, radio all allied forces in the region, if we all aim here, Masspwnage can’t do anything but cry.”

The call went out to any and all Allied Forces available in the Gibraltar region to prepare. They were instructed to attack from underneath, on top and any other angle that could be taken.

Jarridian submarines made their move effortlessly towards the floating wall of randomness. It became a difficult task, but with the massive holes underneath the waterline, not impossible. Eventually they broke through and free to the other side of the Gibraltar. On top, the order came to fire as many rounds and missiles as possible. The first wave of this attack would be aimed directly as the Masspwnage ships, the second wave would be aimed at the barrier. Aircraft were ordered to ready themselves. They would be sent out to not only draw off enemy craft, but also overwhelm the radar operators. The aircraft would fire at will on any ship or craft it passed.

As the subs approached position, they fired torpedo after torpedo into the depths of the water. Aimed at any possible ship Masspwnage ship, and enclosed on their enemy before finally slamming into the hull of the ships. On top of the water, and almost in sequence with the firing of the torpedoes, Jarridian Cruise and First-Strike Missiles were launched, at first towards MP ships which would take out command centers and radar, then secondly directed at the blocking matter hoping to open a hole just large enough for Jarridian Vessels to begin their way into the Mediterranean. Immediately afterwards, Jarridian Air Squadrons took aim and commenced a rendezvous with MP air squadrons, firing at both the ships and land forces on both sides of the strait. It would be expected that Jarridian AirForce casualties could be high, but the loss to MassPwnage was worth every dying Jarridian fighter. If Allied Forces arrived, this would be a quick, swift battle, but Jarridia was prepared to fight into the night, with wave after wave of missile attacks on MP forces and the blockade.

Xeraph

04-06-2007, 20:51

The Regents stared glumly at the report on the commscreen. "We've taken a beating in the MedSea, gentlemen. That's the only way to look at it. No amount of re-interpretation will change it," said Vlad.

Of the 140-odd ships and over 8,000 aircraft, over half were reported down or missing. Thousands KIA/MIA/wounded. Collins had ordered a general retreat and Xeraph was licking it's wounds.

The short-lived bombardment of occupied ViZIon had produced unknown results. The war off the Atlantic stage of Gibralter was better, but far from the anticipated results.

Strickland exploded. "Dammit! We outnumber the bastards at least six-to-one! What's the fucking problem?"

Seth answered. "The problem is that the allies are each fighting their own little aspects of the assault. Little if any coordination between us. Doom and Mass are picking us apart."

"Well, I've had enough. These pissant upstarts are not going to get the upper hand. With your agreement, I'm going to order up units from Vhammpyr, Grey Phoenix, Black Shadows, and Auralinia," said Vlad.

"My thoughts exactly," said Strickland. "Remember....Unrelenting force until we are victorious."

"Agreed," said Sethanis.

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The call went out to the hundreds of commanders, generals, and admirals. Fully 88 of the Empire's CBGs were to set sail in three days for the Strait with the intent of reinforcing the dozen already there. Over 2100 ships of the line, including WarHammers and the Vampire BattleCarrier. Fifty-six AirWings were going to join the 21,000 aircraft of the CBGs from bases all over Europe and Africa. Long-range Python and Constrictor bombers were taking off from Xeraph and Black Shadows within hours. Strickland was in charge of coordinatinting the transport of nine-million armored troopers both by air and by sea. Three million Clone Troopers were already on their way, to be air-dropped over Gibralter in just days.

The Regents were studying the maps when a high-pitched whine washeard over in the corner of the WarRoom. A fiery blue oval appeared, and through it stepped a being that they hadn't seen in years.

"Greetings, my friends," said Teii, Prince of Vhammpyr." I see you are having a bit of difficulty inthe Mediterranean."

The three Regents as one stood and bowed their heads. "Greetings, Prince Teii," said Vlad, who was distantly related to him. "We were not expecting you."

Teii chuckled. "Be that as it may, I am here. How many of my Vhammpyric Warriors do you require?"

"At least three million, m'lord," said Seth. "We are planning on a total of a little over ninemillion from four Imperial nations."

Teii grinned. "That's all? I thought this war was a matter of life and death for ViZion? And all you need is three million?"

Seth said, "Well, Teii, we knw from past situations that you always had at least that amount ready for whatever came up. We knew we could count on you for that many."

"I believe that your 'Good Book' says 'You have not because you ask not'. It also says "Ask and you will receive.' I have over eight million available as of right now, and can awaken another five million in less than a week. Will that do?"

The atmosphere in the room brightened considerably. "Yes, m'lord.....that should do."

Thirteen million Vhammpyrian Warriors. Not since the B & G Imperium Wars had that many Warriors been placed into the field.

"Very well. I will have them wherever theyr'e needed whenever you need them there. Good day, m'lords."

Teii took a step back into the blue oval, and disappeared.

The Regents stood silent for a moment, then looked at each other. "Talk about the cavalry dropping in at the last second," said Vlad..........

The Lone Alliance

04-06-2007, 21:30

-TLA Command-
"Jarridia has begun operations against the defenses... from the east!"
"They snuck through? Clever."
"Well we can't let them start the party alone can we?"
"Indeed, all forces engage!"

-Ocean-
~Above~
A pair of large bombers continued crossing the Alantic at Mach 3, their destination within an hour away.
~Sub Fleet, Command Sub~
"All people to battle stations and prepare to launch!"
#This is Victor command, Roger that, fire mission locations are identified proceeding with missile launches#
#Seawolves advancing for offensive position.# came another response.
"All weapon locks released, Good hunting!" The commander said over his radio.

Theoroshia

04-06-2007, 21:46

OFFICIAL COMMUNIQUE

TOPIC: Resupply and Rearmenant

Theoropian naval units have taken heavy fire, and are requesting an immediate retreat from the conflict zone to a resupply point. There, the remaining ships (by last count, 8 Dunkerques, 3 Kirovs, 4 Krivaks, 6 Tigers, and 4 Premiers) will meet up with the 1st Naval Division, which consists of 30 Dunkerques, 10 Kirovs, 8 Krivaks, 7 Tigers, and 5 Premiers. Any ships damaged will be sent back to Theoropian dry docks, while the rest will move back to the Strait of Gibraltar.

Any more information on our forces can be found here (http://www.dabridge.net/laststand/ns/army.php).

Emperor Brant

Newtdom

04-06-2007, 22:07

~Onboard Imperium~

The Grand Fleet, a fast response unit, was with in range to engage the enemy in the Med. Admiral Mabbet roused from his brief sleep and walked briskly to the bridge.

He was saluted and asked his executive officer, Commodore Robert Cook, "What is our situation?"

The EO responded, "Sir, we have sucessfully reached our point of navigation, and are awaiting your orders."

Mabbet answered with a simple "Excellent." He then took a few moments to overlook the dark abyss below him, and continued "Inform our allies that the first elements of the Newtdom force has arrived. Try and find out where are force is needed immediately, and then set sail. Be prepared for anything Commodore, we are at war."

With that, Mabbet returned to his quarters where he reported the situation to the Emperor through a comlink.

~Naval Station Tanbris, Home of the First Fleet~
Fleet Admiral Marcus Barton was standing on the bridge of the CBN NRS Luminous. Barton took the com from his EO Command Admiral Walter Prescott, and spoke to his fleet.

"Gentlemen, we go underway today at great haste. Our Grand Fleet has already reached its staging point near the Med. We must support our allies, and today we shall show them the massive power of the Newtdom Navy."

Throughout all of the ships of the First Fleet yells rose, the spearhead of the navy was already in the combat zone, and the rest of the spear was about to get underway.

Theoroshia

04-06-2007, 22:12

OFFICIAL COMMUNIQUE : Jarridian Fleet in Gibraltar

TOPIC: Swiftness

Instead of regrouping on the supply point, I'll have my 1st Naval Division join your fleet and attack MassPwnage. The damaged ships are almost to the supply point. However, the fresh ships joining on your position are low on rations, and any supplies that you have would be appreciated. They will join the fight as well, as soon as they can.

Good luck, Comrades.

Head of the State Brankovich

Doomingsland

04-06-2007, 22:59

Mediport, Italia (Occupied ViZion)

With anti-aircraft guns already well aware of the presence of the Jarridian fighters, their last ditch attempt at kamikaze runs was met by an unending hail of superbly accurate anti-aircraft fire, primarily in the form of quad 37mm cannon systems found on Triarius VI anti-air tracks, and on the 37mm CIWS guns of the ships anchored off shore.

Despite this, several bunkers recieved direct hits from the aircraft, blowing them apart both from the sheer kinetic energy of the fighters coupled with the detonation of the remaining fuel.

The biological warfare attack made more of an impact, however. While the missiles themselves were detected from a distance, allowing for interceptor missiles to be used, several managed to slip through the Imperial air defense network. The one problem with using E-coli as a biological weapon (as previously mentioned) is the fact that they have a short life outside of petri dishes. While this strain may have been capable of burning through plastic, burning through plastic does take a good deal of time. As a result, casualties were not nearly as high as they could have been; roughly six-hundred seventy Legionaries suffered destroyed muscle systems from the virus.

In the grand scheme of things, of course, this made no difference. There was still the matter of the one hundred and fifty some odd thousand battle-hardened Imperial troops laying siege to the city. Over a decade of waiting for their oppurtunity to go in and kill the infidels cowering within that evil city had made them quite thirsty for heathen blood.

All along the line, the sounds of engines starting emanated. Assembly areas behind the siege works began to crowd with tanks and armored personnel carriers. Within moments, Imperator II main battle tanks and Testudo III infantry fighting vehicles poured over the tops of the trenches, cresting the hills and rolling down towards the ruined city.

Artiller continued to rain down on more intact areas of the city as the armored vehicles made their way towards the ruins of the city's once mighty walls, disgourging their cargo of mechanized infantry, who, under the cover of their parent vehicles, moved to secure the ruined walls. They would move across the city steadily, making sure they overlooked no corpse. They didn't want to be surprised. Every body or wounded individual they encountered would simply be shot up by several soldiers, or possibly take a shell from a Testudo's auto cannon.

They scanned constantly with their infrared sensors, aided by overhead UAVs. Nothing be allowed to live. The Jarridians, by declaring war, had ultimately signed the death warrants for those living within Mediport.

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Western Mediterranean Sea

Classis Capua, the Imperial Western Mediterranean Fleet, was finally ready to make their move. One thousand ships under the command of Admiral Cassius Quintus Dio were now making their way to their target: Barcelona. This would allow for the Pwnage Navy to concentrate all of their forces on Gibraltar, while facilitating the complete annihilation of that city.

The fleet would rely on their heavy dreadnaught squadron, consisting of two Apollyon-class super dreadnaughts, eight Doomanum-class pocket super dreadnaughts, along another sixteen battleships of various makes (Questarian-built Ajax-class battleships primarily), along with fifty Apostle-class heavy cruisers, for the actual bombardment of Barcelona. Once they were within one hundred or so miles of the city, they'd commence a massive bombardment. Their goal, as with Mediport, was simply to reduce the city to ash.

Theoroshia

04-06-2007, 23:50

Near Mediport

The Commander sat on the life raft and watched the medic patch up the last of the remaining crew. Of the 1,000 crewmen, only these seven had survived, and two wouldn't make it through the night.

"Sir, they're attacking Mediport!"

"Let me see!". The Commander quickly took the high powered rifle, looked through the scope, and saw what the Private had seen.

A huge mass of tanks and infantry fighting vehicles were swarming from the hill, guns blazing. Mediport was reduced to nothing more than ash and a few ruins, and he almost threw up when he saw, although vaguely, a group of people run over by a tank. He gave the rifle back to the Private, and turned to his second in command, Commodore Sergey.

"Contact any allied forces. Tell them what is happening, now!"

"How do you propose I do that, Comrade?". Sergey was annoyed. Not only wer they stranded, but they would most likely die from exhaustion, heat, or the nuclear radiation that was emanating from the sinking vessel behind them.

"Use the radio!"

Being exhausted as he was, Sergey forgot that every lifeboat had radios installed on them. Although more often than not, they didn't work, luck was with the small crew. It worked.

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Strait of Gibraltar

The Commander of Naval Forces (CFN) stared at the operational officer. The plan was good. While 10 Dunkerque missile cruisers shot their cruise missiles at the enemy fleet, 5 Tiger submarines would creep there way towards the sea wall and release two men each to plant delayed detonation mines on the wall. A hole would then be blown open, allowing the the entire Kirov class battle cruiser sub-fleet to go through the gap, fire off their cannons and missiles, and turn around and flee through the wall again. Then, 10 more Dunkerques would go through the gap and fire off there box launchers, putting 20,000 'miniature' missiles into the air. Although unguided, they were hard to intercept and were devastating.

The enemy fleet would be hard pressed indeed.

Jarridia

05-06-2007, 00:45

Mediport, ViZion: Jarridia’s Final Stand
It had been a long few hours as Doomingsland continued to lay waste to the once proud Jarridian city. What was left of Jarridian forces, a few thousand men, had congregated in the city’s remaining downtown area. All around them lay fallen skyscrapers, rubble and the stench of burning flesh. They took great care in attempting to step over the body parts of the fallen, to them God didn’t look kindly on the disgracing of the dead, but eventually it became unavoidable. As the sun began coming up on the city, above them was the most beautiful sight they had ever seen. Waving in the breeze was the Jarridian flag. Fully extended it whipped in the wind, it was tattered and torn, and the white star had been charred by flames. With heavy hearts they looked around them, and back up to the shining beacon of their glory.

Lt. Preston Smith was the sole surviving authority in Jarridian Mediport. He looked at his men, seeing the tears forming in their eyes from the sight of their abused flag. ”My dear men. It has been a pleasure serving with you. This….this is a sight that inspires me. We have gone as far as we can gentlemen. We have reached the end of our road, and we shall fight our last stand here under our country’s glory. This flag represents our homes, our nation, and our beloved lives. Though we may never see the luscious lands of Jarridia ever again, we will die here as Jarridians defending the Purest of Democracies. This flag, with its single star signifies our unity in this world. This flag will not fall, no matter where it is flown, as long as we believe. Now gentlemen, in God’s and Jarridia’s name, we defend!”

The men sought shelter in the rubble around, awaiting the time for the Doomanis to make their appearance. Being low on ammunition, Lt. Smith had told them to hold fire until the Doomanis were close enough to ensure a direct shot. As the artillery blasts exploded around them, the Jarridian’s made their last stand, shooting and Doomani that came at them, including tanks. They fought valiantly, and their efforts will be remembered in Jarridia, but the battle was a failure, and they were overpowered. The Jarridian presence in Mediport had come to an end, the jewel of the Jarridian military in the Mediterranean had fallen to Doomingsland.

Barcelona, Spain; Jarridian Sovereign City

Although news from Mediport was not possible, they had managed to receive word from Theoroshian Forces that the city had indeed fallen. General Josef Paulo, Commander of the Jarridian Military Forces in Barcelona new that it would only be time before Doomingsland begun their attacks against Barcelona, as Masspwnage’s attacks had been a failure at best. Defenses were stronger in Barcelona since it was further away from the obnoxious and disgraceful Doomanis. At once he ordered the full scale of defenses to be brought up. This involved getting the long range guns online along the port, and getting aircraft into the air. Though the navy had taken a small hit, the ships were readied to defend the port and the city from destruction. Destruction that the Doomanis thought they could deliver. Ground forces moved into place to repel any attempt at a landing invasion, should that occur.

Ground Forces were equipped with Standard GIR-47 Assault Rifle with plenty of ammunition to go around. Within these movements they were also equipped with 150 MAD IV "Imperator" and 75 "Imperator-U" (urban warfare variant) tanks. Upon request of the General these forces were rolled towards the beach and interspersed in key locations of the city. Into their air went general Jarridian standard fighters , thousands would be called up to defend the city, along with 185 GIF-101 Air Superiority Fighters and 200 GIF-1 interceptors. Anti-Aircraft Missile batteries were erected and restocked ready for firing against any Doomani plane that came near or entered Jarridian airspace. On the ships another 500 AGM 250 “Caesar” anti-shipping missiles were loaded and ready to be launched at the Doomani fleet should it be bold enough to make its way to Barcelona.

General Paulo was fairly certain that he had the equipment to protect the city, especially with the ability to bring more in from Jarridian Portugal. The only question was when would Doomingsland make their run for Barcelona. He grinned at the idea.

Theoroshia

05-06-2007, 00:56

To Our Comrades in the Jarridian Government of the Westwood Alliance

If you so choose it, we can land a battalion of men (around 1/4 of a division) in Barcelona. Also, we are sending two Premier class aircraft super carriers that were salvaged from the defense of Mediport. We hope you accept these strategic gifts. Also, our 1st Naval Fleet is in the Strait of Gibraltar even as I write this letter.

Good luck, Comrades

Head of the State Brankovich

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Strait of Gibraltar

The plan was changed a little. Instead of firing at first sight, the submarines would fire their torpedoes in one huge volley at one spot, hoping to destroy a part of the wall. Then the onslaught of missile battle cruisers and frigates would go through that section and sacrifice themselves for enemy casualties.

Ten Dunkerque light missile cruisers approached the MassPwnage wall. They were outside of missile/cannon range, but there purpose wasn't to fight. No, these ships were to watch..and wait.

Five Tiger submarines advanced stealthily through the waters towards the MassPwnage wall. When they were within range, all five Tigers launched all of their torpedoes, 25 in all, and turned back around and fled at full speed. Then, ten other Dunkerques fired a salvo of 20,000 'mini' missiles armed with high explosives at the same exact spot.

Indeed, the results were more than satisfactory.

Jarridia

05-06-2007, 00:59

Theoroshia

05-06-2007, 01:09

Allies in arms,

We will move 1/2 of our 2nd Ground Division into Barcelona and setup defenses. Our 1st Naval Division in Gibraltar is attacking the enemy fleet, and so far has been effective. No losses to date have been recorded, and our troop transports are ready to move when needed.

Head of the Party Brankovich

Attachment 1 - List of Units Being Sent

2nd Ground Division
Nickname: 'Armored Beasts'
Commanded by: Commander of Ground Forces (CGF) Alekseyev

-20,000 infantry.
-15,000 BMP-3
-7,500 T-90
-3,000 mortars
-2,000 2S3 Akatsia Heavy Artillery
-5,000 supply trucks, engineers, and command units

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Barcelona

Troop transports dropped off the T-90's and BMP's first, and then came the infantry. After the infantry were dropped off, the supply trucks rolled off as well as the artillery units and mortars. Defenses were already being set up, and requests for the 1st Missile Battery Unit, which consisted mainly of SAMs and some Katusha-7 rockets, were sent in. Infantry were armed with AK-74s and Stingers, while aircraft carriers off shore began to drop in more supplies and set up an aerial reconnaissance patrol. Overall, 1st Battalion of the 1st Division "Armored Beasts" would be more than ready for the threat that MassPwnage posed.

Malatose

05-06-2007, 01:20

Imperial Naval Base "Acclamator"

Activity at the Imperial Naval base was at an all time high, after the Declaration of Mobilization came from the Imperial Government. At the various decks, Imperial Crew Engineers prepped each ship, making sure the necessary munitions and supplies were loaded.

In the Naval Command HQ, located on the Harbor, High Admiral Sirax, and his various subordinates looked at the map, and videos of the recent news. High Admiral Sirax had no real concerns with the recent events, in his opinion.

After the preparations, Admiral Sirax and his crew went to their Flagship. A Prometheus-class Carrier, named the Emancipator. The main control department had been re-organized, prior to show it's roll as a command vessel. Admiral Sirax weaved his way through the assortment of computers, and Imperial Crewmen, making his way to the deck.

Upon entering the deck, he looked through the main window. There he could see the massive gathering of Imperial ships, just in his fleet alone. His Fleet, Task Force Vengeance, consisted of two-hundred ships, plus the hundreds of assorts ammunition vessels. It was estimated, that over two hundred planes were in the fleet as well, providing a significant defense.

After looking at the fleet, He looked to his crew, an assortment of Commadores, Admirals, Captains and officers of smaller ranks.

"Gentlemen, We are about to embark on a great journy. Our main goal, will be to break the blockade at Gilbraltor, and engage the enemy. We will be linking up with our allies, Aztec National League, to assist them in this task."

He stopped for a moment, taking a deep breathe. "Although, the odds might look or be against us, I am confident, we will prevail. We are the Empire, a proud nation, and powerful military power. And today, we will show just that. Long Live the Emperor, and the Empire!.

MassPwnage

05-06-2007, 02:03

That many torpedoes being fired makes a great deal of noise. As the fortress shook from the volume of underwater impacts it took, Pwnage forces were already laying down their counterattack. The fleet group's own subs began laying down lines of heavy torpedoes, hitting the Jarridians hard, as airplanes fired air launched supercavitating torpedoes into the water to clear out the space beneath the Jarridian ships. If the supercavs didn't detect anything, they would loiter around, their engines cold, waiting for an enemy ship or sub to pass by.

Meanwhile, the Jarridians had at this point, gotten close enough for the base's CAPTOR mines to launch a massive cruise torpedo barrage at the Jarridian fleet. This was followed by the Pwnage fleet's arsenal ships, which had been held in reserve up to this time, launching a massive barrage of cruise missiles and heavy submunition HARMs at what remained of the Jarrdian fleet. Not many of the landward guns or missile cells could fire though, the torpedo barrage had done its damage, as had the Jarridian missiles. Pwnage radar was well distributed among its ships and airplanes, but the barrage had completely taken out the radars of two SDs and several SCVNs.

In the skies, the Jarridian air force fought well, and fought furiously against the MassPwnage Fleet Air Arm, but the superior pilots and planes of the MPFAA were more than holding their against the Jarridians. Jarridian pilots were taking a gruesome number of casualties as their planes fireballed out of the sky by the dozen. What was worse was the cruise missiles some of the naval bombers launched. The Jarridians didn't have the luxury of immediately available land bases, and even a single hit to a carrier's deck could severely damage flight operations on it. Battleship shells, railgun slugs and air launched hypersonic cruise missiles rained down on the Jarridian carrier decks...

And to make things worse for the alliance, the Pwnage 2nd Fleet Group, had moved into defensive positions near Gibraltar.

Theoroshia

05-06-2007, 02:12

OOC: Those were my torpedoes, and where did the missiles I fired go?

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Barcelona

Instead of deploying in the city or on the beach, the 1st Battalion would be deployed about 2 kilometers from the beach to act as a second line of defense. Engineers dug trenches, poured Instant-Crete, and laid minefields to the front of the trenches. A complex series of underground bunkers, dug into the hillside, hid 120mm anti tank guns and SAMs, as well as Katusha-7 rockets which could engage enemy forces landing on the beaches. They were well protected and well hidden.

The T-90s were deployed slightly behind the infantry. Half were placed into depressions that were dug, so as to make defensive foxholes for each tank, while the other half of the T-90s were hidden in a forest near the hidden SAMs to reinforce any trouble spot.

Half of the BMPs were deployed farther back than the tanks, to provide covering fire should a retreat be needed. The other half were hidden in the city, to act as guides to allies should a retreat happen. They would also cover the 'possible' retreat of allied forces.

Some infantry stood on roofs with Stingers, waiting for the chance to shoot down some enemy aircraft. They also had the latest Dragonov sniper rifles, with a high powered scope, and a silencer. Should they see anything, a radio was provided to report to the HQ located in the hill where the SAMs and Katusha-7's were.

The TNU Juggernaut and TNU Putin aircraft super carriers rotated out aircraft to form a active reconnaissance team. Should a attack occur, it would be hard pressed to win. A shell of mines, ten Dunkerques, three Tigers, and six Kirovs from the Reserve Fleet protected the carriers from harm.

The Commander of Naval Forces (CNF) and the Commander of Ground Forces (CGF) stared at the map. It would be easy to repulse them.

Nueve Italia

05-06-2007, 02:48

Straits of Gibraltar

~ " Contact any allied forces in the area, let them know aid has arrived."

Admiral Bertrille Faccina's orders were carried out immediately as the Nitalian fleet had come close enough to engage in combat operations. Already, aircraft were in the sky, naval guns and missile bays were ready to be fired, submarines were dispersing under the fleet to provide both an offensive and defensive firing zone, and aeromars were being prepped to launch at a moment's notice if need be. In order to lend aid to Barcelona, which was vital to the Allied War Effort, the Nitalian fleet first had to run the blockade through Gibraltar. However, now with the combined might of three fleets against this area, that task was starting to look easier by the moment.

The sky filled with hundreds of fighters, naval bombers, AWACS, and other military aircraft, all emblazoned with the flag of Nueve Italia on their right wing. Bertrille was unsure whether or not the Pwnage fleet caught up in the battle for Gibraltar had picked them up yet, but she was not about to wait for the enemy to fire first.

" Send a message to all See-Bee-Gees, tell them to order as many air superiority squadrons as they can afford without compromising our own air defense over to aid the Jarridian Air Force over Gibraltar."

" Aye, ma'am!" came the quick response from the comm officer. Within a few more moments, Admiral Faccina saw a mass of the dark objects in the sky swarm in one direction. After those aircraft left, naval dive bombers, carrying LRASMs, also departed to engage in the battle over Gibraltar.

" Ma'am! Strategic note from the Jarridian forces!" A different radio operator hailed the admiral over as he received the message for the tactic in Gibraltar.

" They've instructed any allies within our region to strike the Pwnage forces at any angle possible."

Admiral Bertrille Faccina grinned slightly at the mention of this.

" Perfect, our aeromar pilots haven't fired a single shot in some time now, haven't they? They should be eager for this ..."

A new order went out to the carrier groups: Launch all available aeromars. The pilots of these underwater craft rejoiced as finally, they would be able to join the NIIN in battle once again. Meanwhile, from the Angelo Santo at the back of the Nitalian fleet, the admiral watched as her soldiers prepared to break through the Pwnage defenses. This should be something to see ...
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Under the NIIN Fleet

The aeromar, the underwater fighter craft designed and manufactered by Garibaldi and Emanuelle Military Industries (GEMI), was truly a marvel. It could turn on a dime, take out vessels far larger than itself, dive and ascent at incredible rates, and, most importantly, were cheap and easy to build. This meant that the NIIN had a lot of these little water jets to send out against the enemy.

All in all, 300 aeromars, 110 AM-Ps, 75 aero camusos, and another 300 spruzzomars were launched from the bellies of the aircraft carriers, and began to make their way towards the Straits of Gibraltar. All of the craft were outfitted with the additional weapons rack underneath them, increasing their payload by 2 torpedoes (aeromar pilots [commonly referred to as waviators] usually called them "sea rockets" instead of torpedoes, due to their size). The pilots angled their craft towards their target, and began their attack run.
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The combined might of the hundreds of planes in the air force above and the nearly 800 aeromars below descended on the Pwnage fleet. The aircraft got there first, and before the planes were even in range the LRASMs were launched from 120 naval dive bombers in the fleet, and each plane itself carried 2 missiles. The Y-3 Mezzaluna was the common Air-To-Ship plane of choice in the NIIN, and backing it up was the NA-74 Spada Air Superiority Fighter and the AE-7 Furfante Multi-role aircraft, giving the Nitalians the ability to strike both the sky and the sea, and strike the sea they did, for along with the Y-3 attack, the AE-7s were also equipped with 1 LRASM, which they also fired. This brought the total missile ordanance heading towards the Pwnage fleet to a total of 440 Long Range Anti-Ship Missiles.

As the payload dropped below and soared off to strike the enemy fleet, the planes themselves also descended to tangle with any air resistance and to continue to harass and destroy the Pwnage navy. The aeromars still needed a little time to get there, but once they did, the small craft could turn battleships into empty, metal hulls. All they needed was a little time ...~

Newtdom

05-06-2007, 03:20

The Emperor stared at the screen. He watched the surveillance videos from high flying intelligence planes, and satellites as Mediport was destroyed. He shook his head, “Gentlemen, how were we not able to intervene earlier? Order our airborne into Barcelona to reinforce our friends. ”

Field Marshall Wolfe rose and bowed to the Emperor; he personally left the chambers to order his men into the fray. The airborne units were ready to go; escorted by five wings of Phoenix Fighters (a variant of the JSF) they would be a formidable force to contend with. The 103rd was led by Command General Sir Alexander DeSalvo, and the 87th was led by Command General Sir Benjamin Clippard, the airborne would fight to the last man.

OOC:
103rd Airborne
511th Parachute Infantry
512th Parachute Infantry
513th Parachute Infantry
514th Parachute Infantry
515th Parachute Infantry
327th Parachute Infantry
330th Airlanding Troopers
700th Airborne Artillery Company
701st Airborne Artillery Company
345th Airborne Engineer Company
675th Airborne Medical Company
55th Airborne Antiaircraft Company
103rd Signal Company
103rd Parachute Maintenance Company
103rd Counter Intelligence Corps Detachment
900th Airborne Ordinance Company
450th Airborne Quartermaster Company
Headquarters Company
Military Police Platoon
Reconnaissance Platoon
Headquarters Special Troops

87th Airborne
500th Parachute Infantry
501st Parachute Infantry
502nd Parachute Infantry
503rd Parachute Infantry
504th Parachute Infantry
506th Parachute Infantry
340thAirlanding Troopers
702nd Airborne Artillery Company
703rd Airborne Artillery Company
346th Airborne Engineer Company
670th Airborne Medical Company
50th Airborne Antiaircraft Company
87th Signal Company
87th Parachute Maintenance Company
87th Counter-Intelligence Corp Company
905th Airborne Ordinance Company
445th Airborne Quartermaster Company
Headquarters Company
Military Police Platoon
Reconnaissance Platoon
Headquarters Special Troops

These companies/platoons are based on what a typical airborne unit is made up of.

Angelic Freedom

05-06-2007, 04:21

Though a lot of things are happening that entertain The Shadow, none interested her more than the happenings in the Mediterranean. Seeing Jarridia struggle made here quiver with excitement, and knowing that somewhere Jarridians are dying at the hands of a righteous nation made the whole process even better. The sole purpose of Angelic Freedom was to destroy ViZion and Jarridia. That was it and nothing more. ViZion had fallen, Doomingsland and Masspwnage had seen to that, and nothing made her happier than to know that millions upon millions of ViZionarians had died. She could almost smell the burning of their flesh and the rotting of their bodies...it gave her such a sensation, such an urge to bring Angelic Freedom back to the lime light and reap the advantages of being allied with two true nations that have brought about her very wishes.

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SECRET TRANSACTION

Leadership of Doomingsland/Masspwnage

I am the one that you cannot see, and I am the one that you cannot know. I have spilled the blood of many ViZionarians, and I have spilled the blood of many Jarridians. My identity remains hidden, and I remain secret deep in my lair. I have watched your accomplishments against my foes, and I am indeed impressed. To see Jarridia rot in the lowest points of hell is my goal. My jealousy that your men have been able to slaughter the ViZionarians and the Jarridians and smell the stench of their death, is extreme. I wish to taste this glory that you have brought to the one true God as you punish the evildoers. Let us formulate a way that I can assist you in your cause. Whether that be within the battlefronts or elsewhere. All I request is that you fully support the organization with weaponry of all types, including nuclear if possible, guns, and other things you would approve of us using. We would also need housing within your nations or occupied regions. Let us destroy these heathens once and for all.

Aztec National League

05-06-2007, 04:28

OOC: My most sincere appologies for not posting sooner. My free time is being monopolized by other pressures.

IC:

Warrior-General Tlanextic Zazanilli looked at the LCD screen, figuring out what sort of plan of attack would be best. His thoughts were disrupted by one of his aides.

“Sir, our ally Malatose has gotten into this fray. May I suggest that our two forces join each other? That may bring the two fleets to being over 1,000 ships.”

That was the best bit of news that he had heard all day, after watching the disaster at Mediport and the still standing blockade. “Good, tell them that we’re happy to have them with us.” Looking back at the screen, he said, “I’m going to CC you some communiqués right now, please deliver them to the executives.”

“Yes, sir.” The aide saluted and walked back to his office while Zazanilli opened up a new screen on the LCD monitor. Although it would have to happen fast, if the plan worked, it would at least be a great help to Jarridia.

ENCRYPTED COMMUNIQUE
To: Military Command of Malatose
Subject: Gibraltar

I, on behalf of the ANL, am glad to see a strong ally join up in this fight. There has been some word about our two fleets joining up. I believe this would be a good step. The easiest location to rendezvous would be near Gibraltar, as our ships are now closing in the area. We will keep them out of weapons range until your forces have rendezvoused with ours.

In addition, we will be sending two Coronado Class Command Vessels to assist in facilitating communications between our two fleets.

- Warrior-General Tlanextic Zazanilli

ENCRYPTED COMMUNIQUE
To: Military Command of Jarridia
Subject: Gibraltar

Our fleet is nearing Gibraltar and will be ready to attack upon your notice. We will be joining with Malatose’s forces. Next attack, you will be attacking from the Eastern side while our forces will be attacking on the western side...we must coordinate these attacks to be simultaneous.

-Warrior-General Tlanextic Zazanilli

**Dispatched: 2 Coronado Class Command Vessels

Jarridia

05-06-2007, 04:36

ENCRYPTED COMMUNIQUE
To: Military Command of Jarridia
Subject: Gibraltar

Our fleet is nearing Gibraltar and will be ready to attack upon your notice. We will be joining with Malatose’s forces. Next attack, you will be attacking from the Eastern side while our forces will be attacking on the western side...we must coordinate these attacks to be simultaneous.

-Warrior-General Tlanextic Zazanilli

**Dispatched: 2 Coronado Class Command Vessels

Encrypted Communique

To: Warrior-General Tlanextic Zazanilli
Re: Gibraltar

We strongly agree with your idea and believe that in order to combat MassPwnage at Gibraltar we can no longer fight separately. We are stronger in numbers and will then overwhelm the defenses. We shall discuss this more in the coming hours.

Tarlag

05-06-2007, 04:43

Aboard H.D.S. Lexington located west of the straits of Gibraltar

"Sir, Allied units lead by Jarridia are attacking the Rock and the Enemy fleet."

Admiral Nichols looked over the unfolding situation "Now we strike Gentleman.
Missile control I want a full strike of EMP missiles on the Gibraltar power plants and radar stations followed up by a cruis missile attack. Air controller, order our Harriers and A-10Ns to begin attacking the Gibraltar Defenses using 2,000 pound precision bombs and missiles. Navigation plot us a course to back up the Jarridian Fleet as soon as we are in missile range we begin our attack order the battle line to concentrate fire on their lead elements. We move NOW!"

Soon the Tarlagian fleet moved out leaving the transports and the carriers behind. The carriers launched over 1,100 aircraft Su-33Ns, Harrier IIs, Sea Gripens, and A-10Ns. The Gripens, Harriers, and A-10s went to drop their deadly payloads on the Gibraltars defenses while the SU-33s covered the advancing warships.
Soon after the aircraft were launched ballistic missile subs began launching multi warhead EMP missiles and conventional cruise missiles at their designated targets. Their goal was to blind the defenses to the oncoming aircraft.
With in a few minutes hundreds of EMP missiles rained down on Gibraltar causing EMP pulses to go off all over the area.
Fifteen minutes after the first missiles detonated the cruise missiles and aircraft arrived to begin their work.

Jarridia

05-06-2007, 06:13

Jarridian Portuguese Base, Lisbon, Portugal

Tarlag had done exactly what Jarridia had hoped for. Now was time for the continuation of the Jarridian war movement. The momentum of this war was finally going to swing in favor of the allies, instead of waiting for MassPwnage or Doomingsland to make a mistake, the brave allies moved to steal the show themsleves. Within seconds of the Tarlag EMP Strike on MassPwnage bases and forces within the Gibraltar area, Jarridian Air Squadrons, loaded from Portugal began their quick journey from Portugal to the Gibraltar Region. The Squadrons contained a few thousand fighters and several hundred bombers, with each bomber being loaded down with low airburst chemical bombs containing VX Nerve Agent. The mission was to take out as many of the MassPwnage troops as possible during the time that they would be unable to respond due to the EMP.

As most of the MassPwnage forces sit helplessly on the grounds or floating in the sea, the bombers approached from the north. Once their targets were locked on, the payloads were released and the bombs began their decent overhead. The trail of bombs cut from the bases of MassPwnage bordering the Strait and his forces that lay in the water. The low airburts exploded just above these regions, spreading the VX Nerve Agent into the air, surrounding the bases and naval units. It's odourless, tasteless, and basically will cause all the muscles of the body to contract and will asphyxiate its victims from inability to move their diaphragm to breathe

With the bombers finishing their payloads down along the blockade of Gibraltar, the fighters quickly moved to take out any remaining MassPwnage aircraft in the area.

Jarridian Fleet, Atlantic

As the chemical weapons were dropped on MassPwnage, the Jarridian fleet hurried to prepare for Phase 3 of the Jarridian attacks, the third wave of cruise missiles was launched at the continuously helpess ships in the Gibraltar. There hope was to take out as many of the remaining ships as possible and to attack the bases closest to the Gibraltar region. The explosions ripped through the decks of the ships, sending shrapnel flying through the air and filling the air with smoke. The already damaged MassPwnage base was targetted once again to finally finish it off. Once the missiles had taken their leave from the skies, thousands of Jarridian fighters took off from the aircraft carriers sitting deep in the Atlantic. Their goal was not to continue an attack against the ships, but to claim supreme air superiority away from MassPwnage and sweep any remaining aircraft from the sky.

Once allied forces arrived in full force, the time would be right to make the final breech of the floating booms and take the Mediterranean by storm. Jarridian forces were lined and ready, allies are urged to prepare for the invasion.

The Message relayed from the dual Admirals of the Jarridian Fleet:

Allies of the Pure Democracy:

The time has come for us to take the charge in this war. Tarlag has led our way into the Mediterranean and the stage is set. MassPwnage may have led us in the naval war, but our determination will be the skies. ALLIES! Take to the skies, destroy any enemy aircraft in your sights. Now is the time we move!

imported_ViZion

05-06-2007, 07:18

Admiral Torre, leading the small force of ViZionarian ships and submarines, was informed of the massive battle that had broken out at the blockade.

"SHIT!" he yelled. "Now the plan can't go through. Those bombs have been rendered useless now. Great, the Seals teams are coming along for nothing more than a ride now. And, of course, Jarridia is struggling to keep its head above water - litterally. Shit!"

"Sir, we've just gotten work of an EMP strike against the Pwnage blockade, as well as a chemical strike by Jarridia." a CommOff reported.

The Admiral didn't say anything. He knew his small force of ships would stand little, if any, chance should things go wrong in a straight up naval battle. He had counted on no battle at all - the Seals doing the work. Now, things had gone wrong with those plans.

In the mean time, President Kilo, back in Zambia, had turned his key for the JVNDS. Now, all that needed to be done was for Jarridia to turn their key, and for either nation to give the orders for the JVNDS to fire.

(OOC: was at work all day, I'll finish catching up tomorrow)

The Lone Alliance

05-06-2007, 07:45

OOC: They could bomb the place all they want but until someone makes landfall and gets into whatever bunkers that litter the place, they'll keep fighting.

-B-70s-
"Release!" Came the order as the aircraft decreased it's speed rapidly, as soon as it reached a safe speed. 36 percision guided specialized bombs flew through the sky, their destination? The Airfield.

-747 Droppod transport, somewhere over Spain-
"2 minutes until release!" Came the order from the captain.
"All troops into their pods we're be going in hot."

-400 Miles from Gilbraltar-
"Fleet 3 en-route to Gilbraltar position."
"Estimate time of arrival at two days."
1 1143.7 Orel Ul'yanovsk class Carrier
1 CVN-65 Carrier
2 Kiev Class Carriers
4 Essex Class Escort Carriers
3 Kirov Missile Cruisers
2 Iowa Class Battleships
35 Type 42 Destroyers
14 DDG-51 Destroyers
25 Project 1241.8 Molniya Missile Boats
1 T-AGM-23 Observation Island
3 AS-19 Sub Tenders
1 MCS-12 Inchon Mine Countermeasure ship
7 T-AFS 8 Supply Ships
12 T-AKR 287 Algol Sealift ships
16 F-14s, 14 F-18s, 6 A-7s, 20 Sea Harriers, 12 Harrier GR.5s, 20 YAK-41s.

Tarlag

05-06-2007, 13:44

Hawk eye 27, 75 miles west of Gibraltar

"Squadron 101 vector in to the north and hit that reactor cooling station."
Mike Sharp looked at his radar scope and from the south west began picking up large a number of additional Tarlagian aircraft.
"Charlie look at the south west quadrant I have over 1,500 incoming at altitudes between 500 feet and 70,000 feet. Holy Shit, Those arent navy transponders those are air force. I have Type 1,100, Type 1,200 and some of those old B-52s.
Mike smiled for a moment " They must have used every tanker in the air force to get them this far."
"Some one is in for a load of pain."

200 B-52s flying at the lowest altitude fired first each firing 24 self guided anti ship cruise missiles. Their targets were in the Second Pwnage Fleet defending Gibraltar.
Next coming in waves of 100 were 500 type 1,100 flying wings at between 35,000 and 45,000 feet they were tasked to drop 20,000 pound earthquake bombs on the defenses of Gibraltar.
The final wave of 850 Type 1,200 bombers flying between 50,000 and 75,000 feet targeted the Pwnage naval force covering Gibraltar. They began dropping 20,000 pound laser guided Grand Slam Anti-SD bombs. These heavily armored bombs ( armored to stop anti-missile systems and to penetrate armored decks) were targeted on the Pwnage heavy warships of their Second Fleet.

imported_ViZion

05-06-2007, 15:57

With 5 million strong and healthy young boys selected, ViZion has begun the long process of training their new fighting force, the Macelli. It is expected that this number will rise, especially once ViZion's Italian and Tunisian claims are back under ViZionarian control.

Jarridia

05-06-2007, 16:11

Presidential Palace; Shelbin, Jarridia: Strategy Room

The Presidential Military Strategy Room was deep below the Palace on the fourth basement level. President Thoreson was joined by her Secretary of Defense, Chris Mesnard, and all her Chiefs of the Millitary. Their main goal of this particular meeting had been to assess the damages taken to Jarridian forces, but soon that changed once word come through that Tarlag has used an EMP blast on MassPwnage. All in one order, a unanimous vote at that, although Michelle was always reserved on the idea of using any chemical or biological weapons in war, in this case it was a necessity. When final confirmation had come back that the attack was, in fact, successful and the chemicals had been delivered on top of MassPwnage forces, she and the others could help but grin with excitement.

"Now is the time that we need to discuss plans in case either Doomingsland or MassPwnage attempt to retaliate on our homeland," stated Chris regaining his composure and strictness.

"We need the full force of the national guard called to action," Michelle began, "I wouldn't expect Doomingsland to be able to make that kind of journey, but MassPwnage is capable. Although I think we'd have more than ample time to plan for it should it occur."

"We also need to discuss a contingency plan, and I hate to say this to you Ms. President, in case we should fail on this mission and need to find a way out," Chris had a very stern look on his face, trying to overcome the fact that his own soon was lost in the current conflict. His son was a pilot, and had been stationed in Mediport for several years.

Michelle looked at him, her face loosing its sensitivity,"We never give up, and we never surrender. President Jarrod Branam told Chiefy of ViZion that we would be friends and allies forever, and that we would stick it out to the end."

Chris nodded and didn't say another word. Suddenly there was a beep that came from the far wall. Strategic Chief, Jacob Sikes, went over to a small machine that had a large screen above it. A puzzled look game on his face as the beeps got louder and more frequent.

He looked back at the table with everyone staring at him, "ViZion has activated the JVNDS."

Chris rushed over next him, [/i]"By God, they've initiated the defense mechanism. They must be preparing for something. Quickly, we must turn our key as well."[/i] He quickly contacted a stongly protected room on the third floor and within many 5 armed guards came in with a sealed briefcase.

Michelle got up and walked over as well, pulling a small card from the pocket of her jacket, she glanced down at the card, shifting her eyes through the many codes to find the exact one. Reaching her hand out she entered the code and the briefcase clicked open. Chris reached in and grabbed the key, he looked back at Michelle, "If ViZion needs the JVNDS, then so be it."

Chris slid the key in place until it locked, he twisted it and the screen popped on with the JVNDS logo.

Welcome Jarridia....
....Initializing Deterrent System Sequence...
....Updating Classification Settings...
....Matching ViZion's Alternate Settings...
....Keypad Readied for Launch Differentials

The cursor sat in place blinking, Jacob nodded, "We're all set then, the full extent of the Jaro-ViZo Nuclear Deterrent System is activated and ready."

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Throughout Jarridia, the war continued to be popular with people, although the tremendous losses were taking their tolls. Generally most Jarridians felt the war was a necessity, not to mention the huge economic boost it had become. In the newspaper, story after story was printed, but one political cartoon that became extremely popular during this time was one by Ralph Pauler, a designer for The Daily Kiakorian. His imaged displayed a caricature of President Thoreson standing in a puddle wearing a tight rain coat and holding an umbrella out over the ViZionarian President. The ViZionarian was sitting on the ground, soaking wet and Michelle was extending her hand to help them up, while the rain clouds were labelled Doomingsland and MassPwnage. The only dialogue was Michelle saying to ViZion, "Don't you worry, we're here now, and we're not going anywhere."

Lord-General Drache

05-06-2007, 17:53

Steel and Fire

05-06-2007, 20:42

Theoroshia

05-06-2007, 21:11

Strait of Gibraltar

Theoropian Naval Forces had been hit hard. So far, seven Dunkerques, three Kirovs, and one Krivak, and two Tigers were either destroyed outright or severely damaged. The remaining ships continued to fire cruise missiles, armed with high explosives or nerve gas.

The Commander of Naval Forces Sergetov stared at the plot. "Bring in three Premiers. Tell them to launch all of their fighters, helicopters and bombers. Tell the bombers and fighters to focus on the ships. Send the helicopters to attack ground forces."

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TNF Blocker, TFN Horatio and TNF Jusque near Strait of Gibraltar

All three super carriers launched there full complements of MiG-21s, Backfires, Badgers, and Mi-24s. Overall, 180 fighters and 90 bombers made their attack runs on the enemy fleet, while 60 Mi-24 attack helicopters made their attack runs on enemy positions. Armed with two .50 caliber machine guns, four rocket pods on each side armed with TOW anti tank missiles, and a crewman who manned a .30 caliber machine gun, they rained down firey death on the enemies. The 30 Badgers that acted as an AWACs took to the skies, informing the pilots of these deadly machines what to target and plotting enemy movement. And still, the Dunkerque light missile cruisers and Krivak frigates poured their missiles into the enemy, while Kirovs and Tigers poured their fire into the enemy fortress.

Malatose

05-06-2007, 21:42

Imperial TaskForce Vengeance, Atlantic Ocean

The Imperial TaskForce sailed through the open seas, as the large flag of the Empire waved in the breeze above each ship. So far, The Imperial Fleet had made tremendous progress, and were, if anything, ahead of schedule. Above the Fleet, one could hear the slight sound of the occassional Imperial Carrier Aircraft, and AWACs, all of which, was making sure the skies above the Fleet remained free of hostiles.

Onboard his Flagship, The Executor, an Imperial-class Prometheus Carrier, Admiral Sirax glared in the distance, ever so alert. He looked, occasionaly, at the various moniters, and RADAR systems. So far the surrounding seas were clear, although he knew that'd only last for alittle while.

"I want a full ASW perimeter set up. I also want SONAR Bouys set up, and all Imperial Submarines dispatched to strategic defense and offensive positions," Admiral Sirax said as he monitered the battle computers "also, prepare all Carrier Aircraft for immediant launch"

"Yes, Sir" could be heard from the various Captains and Commanders after Admiral Sirax's orders.

Admiral Sirax, slowly, walked over to the Combat bridge, to continue to moniter the perspective situation. The ships of the Imperial Fleet were moving into their various positions. Onboard each Carrier, the massive elevators lifted up, revealing dozens of Imperial MF-2 Chimera's. Each plane was fueled and ready to launch at a moments notice, which would be soon.

Pretty soon the Imperial Fleet would be ready to engage the enemy.

Newtdom

06-06-2007, 00:17

~Official Message from Emperor Newt XX to Jarridia~

To President Thoreson,
We wish to send you our deepest condolences on your loss of Mediport. We wish there was more that we could do in the matter. It has been discussed, and we have ordered two airborne divisions, the 87th and 103rd, to be deployed to Barcelona immediately. It is our hope that these units can offer sufficient support until our infantry forces can cross the sea.
Sincerely,
Emperor Newt XX
King Winchester

The message had been sent, but both the 87th and 103rd had already been en route for hours. Hundreds of C-141 Starlifters, C-133 Cargomasters, and C-130 Hercules had taken off carrying their necessary supplies. Escorted by 14 fighter wings of NAF Phoenixes, and 3 bomber wings comprising of B-2s, and Twilight Bombers. As they crossed the ocean elements of the 1st and 3rd Fleets, both nearing their rendezvous with the Grand Fleet, offered protection both on the sea and in the air.

OOC:
1st Fleet
2 Ford Class CVN
1 Ulyanosvk Class CVN
2 Nimitz Class CVN
1 Imperium Class SD
2 Wolfe Class Heavy Battleships
1 Juken Class Heavy Battleship
4 Juken Class Heavy Battle Cruisers
2 Juka Class Battleships
2 Juka Class Battle Cruisers
4 LaFayette Class Frigates
4 Oliver Perry Class Frigates
7 Aegis Ticonderoga Class Destroyers
6 Arleigh Burke Class Destroyers
4 Zumwalt-Class Destroyer (DDG-1000)
3 Los Angeles Class
2 Virginia Class
1 Ohio Class
2 Sea Wolf Class
Sufficient number of support ships

3rd Fleet
2 Ford Class CVN
1 Ulyanosvk Class CVN
2 Nimitz Class CVN
1 Imperium Class SD
2 Wolfe Class Heavy Battleships
1 Juken Class Heavy Battleship
4 Juken Class Heavy Battle Cruisers
2 Juka Class Battleships
2 Juka Class Battle Cruisers
4 LaFayette Class Frigates
4 Oliver Perry Class Frigates
7 Aegis Ticonderoga Class Destroyers
6 Arleigh Burke Class Destroyers
4 Zumwalt-Class Destroyer (DDG-1000)
3 Los Angeles Class
2 Virginia Class
1 Ohio Class
2 Sea Wolf Class
Sufficient number of support ships

Jarridia

06-06-2007, 00:36

Encrypted Message to Jarridian Central Command:

President Thoreson,

As you are undoubtedly aware, this Empire is not particularly noted for its navy, and thus we regret we have been forced to sit by as much of the battle has to date played out across strategic waterways. Thus we must wait with our hospital and resupply ships safely away from the front until a secure beachhead in established.

However, in the time that these events have been unfolding, I have directed much of our own industries turned over to creation munitions for your ships and planes. Should your new-found allies require a similar service, please relay this offer.

Further, at no cost to you, we shall turn over a number of our ship yards to your control, so that you may more rapidly replace the large number of ships you have unfortunately lost in this conflict.

Plans have been made to rapidly deploy companies of engineers and hazmat teams throughout ViZion once it has been secured, and repairs can be effected.

Our troops have been deployed throughout our empire in an effort to increase security. We have further elected to utilize a number of other soldiers in an effort to coordinate the resupply effort and rapidly deploy the supplies to a location of your choosing.

With regards,
Lord-General Drache,
Emperor of the Dar'i'karan Empire.

END SECURE TRANSMISSION

Encrypted Communique

To: The Dar'i'karan Empire

Dearest Lord-General Drache,

We thank you for the support you have given us. Our alliance is a close one, and we have gone threw great strides to support eachother in and out of the WWA. As you can see the war is not going well in our favor, and the Jarridian Navy is struggling to gain a foothold in the Mediterranean.

The mobilization of your economy to help us in our time of need is extremely appreciated, and there is no way that we could possibly repay this debt to you. I will alert our shipbuilders to the new production lines at once, and with your permission we will begin construction as well.

For all deployments to the war effort, the primary location for shipping is Kiakor, Jarridia. From there it is sent across the sea to Lisbon, Portugal where it is split and shipped to its destined location. You may transport your supplies to any of those locations for safety purposes.

With Graciousness,

Michelle Thoreson
President of the Pure Democracy of Jarridia

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Jarridia

06-06-2007, 00:58

Official Statement

Upon a review of the situation, the Republic of Steel and Fire wishes to extend its support to the Doomingslandi and Pwnageian (?) forces. Not only was ViZion's inability of self-rule made evident during ex-President Villian's civil wars, when a simple government feud between the executive and legislative branches sparked a massive and bloody conflict; but also did the nation do well under foreign rule, and quite likely within a few more years would have been rebuilt enough to purchase its own sovereignty. We also note that diplomatic means or means other than war to regain ViZionarian freedom were not attempted; indeed, the Westwood Alliance and her friends have been as warmongering as their enemies. Finally, on a more personal note to Jarridia and allies: You guys really suck at waging war, given that all of you are fighting two nations, one of which is currently being invaded by perhaps the world's most vaunted warmachine; and they're still holding you off pretty well.

This support is only diplomatic and economic at the present time, as we're in the middle of holding elections and our military is not ready to deploy quite yet. Additionally, it doesn't like like Doomingsland and MassPwnage really need any help right now. But if our military assistance is required, just call us and we'll be there.

Love,
The Triumvirate
-- Chalabi Jones
-- Peter Aaronson
-- Bernard Rutherford

Triumvirate of Steel & Fire

Your concerns have been duly noted. Before you make other rash judgements on me personally, I suggest you look at the facts. You say that diplomacy hadn't been attempted, but it has. Here and in the past both Doomingsland and MassPwnage were first asked to discuss these matters and leave ViZion or face conflict. They chose the latter. Furthermore on diplomacy, massive amounts of genocide has been committed by Doomingsland on the ViZionarian citizens, in which they have massacred billions. That is a call to war in any case that I have ever been witness to. I would like to note, also on a personal level, that your terminology for me lacked both class and vocabulary. Once again, I thank you for your concerns and will remember this for the future.

OOC: I'm very sorry that you chose to mock me. You and MP have insulted me greatly, and neither hold the same respect as Doomingsland does. He's always been appreciative to me, as I have to him. I suggest you both take lessons from him.

Jarridia

06-06-2007, 01:05

Theoroshia

06-06-2007, 01:06

New Leningrad, Theoroshia

Factory workers, with plans bought from the Phoenix Militia, began producing the first T-7 Centaurs [More info] (http://phoenixdynamix.proboards38.com/index.cgi?board=tanks&action=display&thread=1147526473), Theoroshia's first light tank. Along the seaside, dock workers worked day and night to produce the new sister ship to the Dunkerque light missile cruisers, the Aegis heavy missile cruiser. Also, Krivak frigates were being finished up, and the newly bought CGN-56 Xero ships, six in all, renamed the Viper class, were being stocked for there long voyage. Three Premier class super carriers and twenty Tiger class submarines sat in the harbor, waiting for there sister ships. Overall, 10 Aegis's, twenty Krivak's, three Vipers, twenty Tigers, and three Premiers would set sail for Jarridia. Then, more ships would be built and put into the Reserve Fleet, which was completely bare of ships. Already, new classes for nuclear submarines and a new class of air craft were being planned, and were near the building stage.

Theoroshia was definately at war.

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Barcelona - Near Theoropian Forces

The engineers had finished building the barracks, and now the infantry and tank crews could sleep in a cot instead of on rocks or on top of the tank turret.

The mine field had been intensified, and maps sent to all allied commanders showing where there were lanes for safe passage. Five hundred T-80s had arrived, and were being fitted with thermal sights before being sent into the city to support the BMP-3's.

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La Place de Machinerie, Contractors of the Theoropian Navy HQ

Plans for the Demon class dreadnought and Minsk class nuclear submarine were done, and were submitted for review by the Theoropian Naval Shipyards Committee. It would likely be accepted, and construction would be started soon. Already, the new Aegis class heavy missile cruisers were beginning to move towards Jarridia, and the Tigers ceased to be produced. The Minsk would replace them, while all remaining Tigers not in combat would join the Reserve Fleet.

*Note

Aegis
-(3) 8 inch cannons
-(2) 5 inch rifled cannon
-(15) Hatchet Cruise Missiles
-(24) Harpoon Missiles in two Armored Box Launchers
-(12) Box '400 Count' Box Launchers
-(3) Crew manned 20mm machine guns

(1) MK 9 MOD 4 AEGIS Weapons System
(2) MK 36 MOD 2 Super Rapid-Blooming Off-Board Chaff System
(1) AN/SPY-1B(V) Multi-Function Radar (CG59-73)
(1) AN/SPS-49(V)8 Air Search Radar
(1) AN/SPS-55 Surface Search Radar
(1) AN/SPS-64(V)9 Navigation Radar
(1) AN/SPQ-9 Gun Fire Control Radar
(2) AN/SPG-62 Illuminators
(1) AN/SQS-53C Hull Mounted SONAR
(1) AN/SQR-19B Towed Array SONAR (TACTAS)
(1) AN/SLQ-32A(V)3 Electronic Warfare Suite

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New Dome, Theoroshia - Testing Grounds for Air Force

The new 'Claw' Ki-1 attack and interceptor all purpose fighter was performing as intended. Specifically made to replace the MiG-21's and MiG-24's, the Ki-1 would perhaps make the Air Force a tiny bit more stronger. Who knows, Commander of Home Air Forces (CHAF) thought. We might get a budget increase!

The Lone Alliance

06-06-2007, 07:35

*SNIP*
-- Bernard Rutherford
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Secret Message
It is in your best interests that you to stay out of this...
-Freedom Fighters Militia. (OOC:BHON)

-Homefront-
Overview of TLA weaponry that had begun month had finished just recently, a large overhaul had occured with TLA as well, even more focus was placed on the Airborne while some of the conscript Tank units were retired. The preparations for the massive onslaught however was well underway. Over 70,000 soldiers were at 98% preparedness, and the Airborne was already in the position to go within an hour and a half. The 2nd fleet had just got underway and the Marine Assault fleet was about to lift anchor, Defeat will not be an option.

Aztec National League

06-06-2007, 09:11

Admiral of the Red Navy Thomas Ericsson sat comfortably on the bridge of the battle ship SAS Unión, sipping a cup of tea. He had always preferred to be on the front lines and wanted to be known as a ‘fighting admiral’. In Ericsson’s mind, this was his best chance yet.

A young yeoman looked intently into the 14 inch LCD screen in front of him. A brief red flash indicated what everyone on board knew – “Sir, we’ve entered firing range” the yeoman reported, activating electronic countermeasures and chaff guns now.”

Ericsson looked over his personal LCD screen at the end of his left arm rest…he missed the days of paper printouts – while the screens could provide information in real-time, they were often difficult to read. “Good, good. Maintain course and speed.”

The yeoman looked into his screen and was shocked, “Sir,” he said, “the Excelsior is reporting that it is detecting the beginnings of a massive air strike against the blockade in Gibraltar.” He looked over the screen a few more seconds…“the type of munitions is unknown at this time.”

The communications officer of the ship yelled out, “Income message from the Jarridian fleet. Patching it to you know, Admiral.

Admiral Ericsson stood out of his chair and said, “Alright, open communications between all Aztec ships.”

“Communications open, sir.”

“Attention all ships, prepare to fire the first barrage of cruise missiles and artillery in five minutes. Each ship must fire ten missiles at the blockade. In addition, have your first barrage of torpedoes ready to fire on my command as well. All carriers, be prepared to launch aircrafts on my command. This is going to be a tough battle my friends, be sure to have all defensive countermeasures active.”

Ericsson looked back at his communications officer, “Notify Aztlán of the situation. I want you to send updates to them as frequently as possible.”

“Yes sir.”

Five minutes later…

The Aztec fleet drew nearer to the battle field at Gibraltar. The yeoman reported, “Sir, all ships are reporting ready for firing.”

Ericsson walked behind the yeoman, “Tell them to halt here and prepare to retreat if needed. They know the drill on retreating – only until you can’t fight any longer.”

The admiral sat down, looking blankly into the LCD screen. Although he never hesitated with war, he couldn’t help but ponder this mess for a few seconds. His thoughts were distracted by the overzealous yeoman, “your orders, Admiral?”

Ericsson looked bluntly forward and said, “Fire.”

After pressing a few buttons, a klaxon rung throughout the ship, alerting the crews to fire their cruise missiles. The robotic doors protecting the cruise missiles on the 585 ships slowly opened up, allowing a small bit of smoke to arise from the tubes. A loud crack and light filled the surrounding area as the DEM-350 Miquiztli, armed with silicate based warheads launched into the sky. The deafening booms of the large artillery guns of the Unión, Excelsior and Challenger class warships signaled that soon, massive shells would be landing hopefully on the ships of the blockade.

The yeoman, who seemed much less enthusiastic about being involved with a war said bluntly, “Sir, our barrage should arrive in six minutes.”

Ericsson quickly barked, “Good, signal to the carriers to launch the planes immediately…this is the best shot we have. In addition, once we are in position to fire torpedoes, signal to the fleet to fire. Let’s see how much they like silicon weaponry.”

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Quetzalcoatl Nochtli, Coyotepec Xoxoctic and Warrior-General Tlanextic Zazanilli sat around a large screen, detailing the battle report. Zazanilli said proudly, “It’s good that we have Ericsson on the front. It’s a shame that we don’t have Gibb there as well, though.”

Nochtli sat up straight, a bit more tense than usual. “If there is anyone willing to fight a total war, it’s Ericson.”

Xoxoctic, who also seemed a bit tense said, “Sir, although there is no need to activate the systems, I suggest we update the Vanguard Defense Network and the Omega Offensive Network to the new parameters of the situation.”

“Agreed,” said Zazanilli, “In fact, we should place most of the focus of the system onto this conflict.”

Nochtli looked on the screen and said, “Well, what the hell are you all waiting for? Access the system and update it!”

OOC:

I have fired:

5,850 cruise missiles
125 large artillery pieces…

Independent Hitmen

06-06-2007, 11:41

Somewhere in the North Atlantic,
IHS Intrepid, Illustrious Class Fleet Super Carrier

The Admiral was comfortably seated in his stateroom awaiting the morning intelligence briefing. On the table next to him sat an ornate cup filled to the brim with tea which, every now and again, he would touch briefly, each time judging it too hot to be safely drunk. The Admiral was like that. Take in the facts and make a swift judgement. It hadnt always worked for him, a few defeats here and there during the War of the Golden Succession hadn't exactly blotted his log but they hadn't done him any favours either. Shifting his position slightly he looked out the small porthole at the cold rain that was lashing the ship and those around it. The weatherman had been in a few minutes before and advised him that the storm looked set to continue for at least another 24hours, grounding flight operations and making some maintenance tricky at the best of times. It did however allow for the ships engineers to perform small routine tasks that might otherwise have been overlooked in the buildup to a conflict.

Beneath the decks of the carriers the avaition engineers were busy stripping out worn parts and replacing them. The airgroups constant drills and warmup exercises had left many of the aircraft in need of some TLC and the storm gave the pilots time off to sleep and study tactical reports. Intrepid carried nearly 520 combat aircraft and an augmented complement of AWAC's and ASW aircraft. The sheer size of the craft made her a beast to handle, the turning circle for the 952m long craft was dreadful. A knock on the door jolted the Admiral from his thoughts.

After a seconds pause the door swung open and a senior Commander walked into the room carrying several manilla folders and a ring binder, all of which he set down on a coffee table between the seat he was motioned to and the Admiral. Taking the tea offered by a steward who had silently appeared he sat back in the chair and waited for the arrival of the two Captain's that would mean he could start. He didnt have to wait long, the two grey haired men -despite being in their late forties- entered and with only a few cursory words to the Admiral, sat down in their usual chairs. MI Commander Harris shifted himself forward and began.

"Good morning Sirs. As requested we start with the Med and the situation there. Satellite intelligence has been giving us a good idea of the ongoings there, our low level electronic birds are picking up a lot of chatter. Its all heavily encrypted but the machines are working on it. Satellite pictures are giving us a pretty clear view of operations so far in theatre." He handed out a folder to each of the officers before opening his ring binder and continuing.

"It seems that it hasnt started well for the potential liberators. The Jarridian city of Mediport has been virtualy levelled and the last pass showed fighting within the ruins. Estimates say it will be all over by this evening or tomorrow morning at the latest. One of the low level birds reports a very heavy concentration of artillery that pounded the city to dust. Going on our previous intelligence regarding the aggressors, we expect there to be no survivors. Obviously the Jarridians fear for Barcelona's security because they have increased the military presence there somehow and satellite shows lots of defence works being constructed or already in place. In Naval matters the alliance are making ineffective attacks against the Gibraltar blockade. At the moment the strategy appears to be purely attritional, a simple all out pounding with little co-ordination between allies. The Army has sent teams over to ensure that this doesnt continue, a co-ordinated system of attacks should begin soon with a phased objective base to ensure that the blockade is reduced. Allied casualties are estimated at very high. We know that the Xeraph Med fleet has been decimated and several of the allied nations in the Atlantic have been hard hit. We also suspect that the Jarridian Air Force complement based in Barcelona has been decimated, that is unconfirmed information. On the subject of our future enemies we have little information. There is a doomani fleet in the Med, speed and course puts it in range of Gibraltar in two days. MP has reinforced their blockade with what we think is their 2nd Fleet. Numbers are sketchy at the moment and are ever changing with the missile bombardment going in at them."

The Admiral raised his eyes from studying the folder.

"What of other Hitmen force commitments?"

"As far as we are aware the Air Force has been put into an increased alert. The B-6's an SB-22's are on high alert ready to support operations, significant strategic tanker assets have been assigned and are mostly in position. The Marines are putting together a force, unlikely to be ready in less than a week, whilst the Army is similarly preparing troops. Initial plans put the 152nd Airbourne Infantry and 4th Infantry as being flown into bases nearer the action. That depends on air superiority which at the moment has not been achieved. Tactial air support is coming almost entirely off of carrier decks at the moment, the massies know that and are gunning extra hard for those babies."

"Well we know a thing or two about defending ourselves don't we Commander. After the Otium Aqua they are not gonna have a walk in the park against my flat-tops."

"Of course Admiral. I wasn't suggesting anything of the sort."

"Good. Now what of political aspects? Do they know that we will be entering the war?"

"Its likely that by now they can see us in it yes. We have been making inflamatory statements for a while now, plus they must suspect that we have Special Forces operating in ViZion during the invasion. We are known throughout the world as protectors of freedom and that wont exclude here. So Intelligence points us towards saying that yes they suspect we will become involved in the war, however to say suspect we will become involved is a bit premature. They are not likely to make a first strike on us until our position is openly declared.

"Which occurs in what....three hours?"

"Yes Sir."

"Very well, thank you Commander."

The breifer took his cue and left the room, leaving the Admiral with his two Tactical Operations officers.

"Alright you two. I want a strengthened BARCAP going up as soon as we can. Right now we are safe in this storm but when the President announces our position we have about a day before they will attack us. Max. They will recognise that this force represents their greatest threat and will throw everything at us. Have thirty fighters onboard here go to +5, same with Illyria. Put aircraft from New York, New Surrey and New Sussex onto the BARCAP and bring the rest of the carriers to +25. Outlying sonar pickets are to move a further five klicks out and I want a constant rotation of S-3's and S-4's to support them. Word is we will get P_7 support as well, so lets use it."

The New White House Press Room

Staffers watched the President on TV. Less than two months after the end of the War of the Golden Succession and the Hitmen were entering another conflict. In the name of freedome they went to war again. The mood was sombre. They all knew that this meant more work and security checks for them, not to mention the constant threat of some ludicrous space based weapon obliterating the centre of government for the Hitmen.

Certain phrases rang in their ears. in the interest of World Freedom. To stop the slaughter within the ViZionary borders. In the interest of all freedom loving nations across the globe. The more cynical recognised them as being used during the War of the Golden Succession, many others simply saw them as being the words of a President who loved to try and right the world through every means at his disposal.

....The nations of Doomingsland and Masspwnge should remove all of their military forces from viZionary lands within two days and stop the bloodshed immediatly. If we do not recieve these assurances from the two nations that United States of Independent Hitmen will consider itself responsible for removing them, by any means necessary. As a precautionary measure we wish to inform all Citizens with Dommani or pwnge passports that they are to leave the United States of Independent Hitmen within 24hours. Your property and assets will be held by the IH government until such time as you are allowed to return. All those with duel nationality affected by this are expected to make a choice within a day over which they wish to keep. If they no longer wish to hold Doomani or pwnge passports they are to surrender them forthwith to the nearest police station. If they wish to maintain them, they fall under the say category as sole Doomani or pwnge citizens and are asked to leave within the same timelimit...

Newtdom

06-06-2007, 14:50

~Skies over Barcalona~
The transports flew above most anti aircraft weaponry, making any unit jumping in to execute a HALO jump. As they arrived over their target thousands of parachute infantry units jumped from the back of their transports. They fell to the ground at intense speeds, upon reaching only a few thousand feet their chutes opened allowing them to drift slowly to the ground. Each unit formed up and waited for their orders.

At the same time, units that needed to land to allow for heavy machinery waited in position to find a suitable landing strip.

While these units were fulfilling their mission, the fighter and bomber wings headed south in order to help the bombing of the blockade of Gibraltar. When they came into range, each unit fired their weaponry. The Phoenixs fired UGM-84s (Harpoons), AGM 124 (WASP), AGM-123 (Skipper), and AGM 142 (Nave Hap). The Bombers fired AGM-153s, AGM 158s and 159s (JASSM). All missiles fired towards their targets from a safe distance, as the bombers and fighters turned around.

At the same time near the Med, the Grand Fleet opened fire. The main guns of the battleships were out of range, however their cruise missiles were certainly not. Batteries on each ship opened up, their targets were already pinpointed. Missile frigates and destroyers followed suit sending up their own weaponry.

Note*
448 missiles fired from fighters (4x8x14, missiles, fighters in wing, # wings)
200 missiles fired from the bombers (8x8x3, missiles, fighters in wing, # wings)
600 guided missiles fired from the fleet (10x2x30, missiles, batteries, # batteries).

Lord-General Drache

06-06-2007, 16:48

Encrypted Communique

To: The Dar'i'karan Empire

Dearest Lord-General Drache,

We thank you for the support you have given us. Our alliance is a close one, and we have gone threw great strides to support eachother in and out of the WWA. As you can see the war is not going well in our favor, and the Jarridian Navy is struggling to gain a foothold in the Mediterranean.

The mobilization of your economy to help us in our time of need is extremely appreciated, and there is no way that we could possibly repay this debt to you. I will alert our shipbuilders to the new production lines at once, and with your permission we will begin construction as well.

For all deployments to the war effort, the primary location for shipping is Kiakor, Jarridia. From there it is sent across the sea to Lisbon, Portugal where it is split and shipped to its destined location. You may transport your supplies to any of those locations for safety purposes.

With Graciousness,

Michelle Thoreson
President of the Pure Democracy of Jarridia

SECURE COMMUNICATIONS FOLOWS:
President Thoreson,

Perhaps, then, an alternate route or plan is called for. When the obvious and rational have failed, it is then time for the unexpected and strange.

We are glad to hear that the new resources opened to you will be met with gratuity and good use. Alert us if further resources are required.

Lord-General Drache,
Emperor of the Dar'i'karan Empire

END SECURE TRANSMISSION

Doomingsland

06-06-2007, 21:13

Classis Italia, Western Mediterranean: Approaching Barcelona

Classis Italia had finally come within range of her intended target: the City of Barcelona. In the time that it had taken them to get into position, the city's garrison had been considerably reinforced by foreign troops. Little did they know, they were playing right into the hands of Admiral Cassius Quintus Dio. Barcelona, after all, was a city. The more troops that one poured into it, the more crowded it became; as a result, each individual shell thrown into the city would take more lives and cause more destruction than it otherwise would have.

The sheer amount of firepower possessed by Classis Italia's Heavy Surface Combatant Squadron would be enough to level the city in what was likely less than an hour's time, and the size of the ordnance they'd be throwing at the city would be more than enough to completely obliterate buildings to the point where their rubble was indefensible, collapse deep basements, and make the city as a whole utterly unlivable.

"Range," bellowed Admiral Dio, ashes falling from the cigar hanging out of the corner of his mouth to the meticulously polished floor.

"One hundred miles, sir."

Dio's reserved manner did not change even with the good news. Taking a puff of the cigar, he breathed the smoke out of his nose. The humming of electronics created a nearly defeaning array of background noise within the St. Michael's combat information center.

His scarred face illuminated by his own cigar amidst the dark command room, lit by dim blue lights, he furrowed his brow.

"Outstanding. You have permission to torch the city, Mr. Servius," he replied calmly, taking the cigar out of his mouth for a moment and reclining in his seat.

"Aye, sir," his XO replied with a devilish grin, nodding to the weapons officer to commence bombardment.

Dio, meanwhile, switched on his headset and spoke into the microphone, setting it to address the entire fleet,

"Attention all hands, this is the commanding officer. For too long have these unbelievers been allowed to taint these sanctified waters with their pagan filth. This shall be no more," he growled, "The Lord has commanded us to beat down the infidel with His righteous fury in as brutal a fashion as possible, and we shall deliver! All vessels, commence bombardment. Raze the city to the ground. DEUS VULT!" he roared.

The entire fleet erupted in uproarious cheering as the first volley was unleashed. The scene was magnificent; sunlight glistened over the blue waters of the Mediterranean as fire belched from the primary armament of every ship in Classis Italia's heavy squadron virtually simultaneously, creating a booming roar that could easily deafen a man. The amount of firepower being put into Barcelona was simply obscene: forty 27.5” guns, seventy-two 25” guns, forty-eight 20” guns, one hundred-twenty 18” guns, and four-hundred fifty 12” guns sounded off across the fleet, sending their enormous jet-assisted, guided shells screaming into the sky towards their distant targets.

The larger guns, the 27.5” and 25” guns, had the most important duty of the moment: the destruction of the Jarridian Fleet. These guns were trained exclusively on Jarridian naval vessels; the sheer size and power of these shells meant that they’d be able to consistently obliterate enemy vessels with only a few hits or less. These guns targeted enemy battleships and aircraft carriers in order to destroy the main threat early on. Supporting the gunnery action against the Jarridian navy were anti-ship missile launches off the decks of nearly every vessel in the fleet. The missiles in question were AC-250 Redemption anti-shipping missiles, the modern version of the Caesar anti-shipping missiles being used by the Jarridians.

The Caesar ASM was, in fact, a Doomani design; how it had fallen into the hands of the Jarridians in such numbers was up for debate, but the current favored theory was that they had been supplied by the Generians, who were known to field large numbers of the missile. Luckily, these missiles were outdated by Doomani standards; the modern Redemption missile, on the other hand, was a lethal piece of weaponry, battle-proven against several world-class navies. Unlike the flawed Caesar missile, which could only go 100 knots (and utilized a complex magneto-hydrodynamic engine), the Redemption clocked in at speeds in excess of three hundred knots, making it far more difficult to intercept; other improvements included modern inertial navigation on top of other sensors among other things. Over three thousand of the missiles were launched, ensuring the waters would be thoroughly saturated with the deadly torpedoes, which would drop into the water eighty to sixty miles from their target before initializing their supercavitating engines.

Medium-weight guns, the 18” and 20” weapons, had the honor of letting loose on nearby air bases, RADAR stations, and concentrations of troops and armored vehicles. Their goal was to keep the enemy air force from putting more fighters in their air by turning the runways and support facilities into massive craters while simultaneously blinding the enemy fighters already in the air by destroying their RADAR; finally, they targeted enemy troop and tank concentrations and defenses within the city itself, aiming to completely wipe them out.

Finally, the 12” guns, the most numerous of the naval artillery, were trained on the city itself. Although they were the smallest guns involved in the bombardment, they still put out an enormous shell that was capable of easily obliterating buildings while managing to collapse deep basements, ensuring everything that lived within their target areas would be entombed or vaporized in their bombardment. These guns targeted enemy artillery and missile installations and the city itself (which would likely also possess a large number of enemy troops), aiming to simply raze it to the ground. Also targeted were enemy troop concentrations, which were also being targeted by the 18” and 20” guns.

As soon as the 18” and 20” guns had fired their first volley on the runways and air bases, they would switch targets, firing on the city itself and enemy troop concentrations in order to ensure that maximum casualties were inflicted.

In the mean time, combat air patrols were maintained over the fleet. Escorts were placed out in front of the bombardment squadron in order to ensure that they would remain untouched by enemy retaliation, as well. All in all, things looked bleak for the city of Barcelona…

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Mediport, Italia (Occupied ViZion)

With the city now secured, the Imperial Army could now claim its first victory in the renewed ViZionarian War. A bloody spectacle was made in celebration: the rotting heads of fallen Jarridian soldiers were piled twenty feet high; at the center of these mounds of skulls were implanted the various standards of the units that had been responsible for killing those particular infidels. Separate piles of limbs were made as well, with entrails artistically adding flavor to the display. Limbless torsos were impaled on felled light posts and telephone poles, marking another gruesome victory for the Doomani.

Many of the Legionaries, as per custom, took the heads of those they killed as trophies; tank crews mounted heads on spikes along the frontal glacis of their vehicle as well as stringing severed arms and legs on chains about their vehicle. Whatever civilians had been alive following the bombardment were summarily executed by Imperial troops.

Steel scaffolding had been erected amidst the ruins of the city at the various places of execution. The exhausted, terrified civilians and whatever soldiers had been taken prisoner had been rounded up in several areas before hand were a steel cross beam would be tied to their shoulders with wire. In long, battered columns, Imperial soldiers standing dispersed on either side, the prisoners were led to their place of execution, generally erected on elevated ground.

They were made to march over the jagged rubble, over the horribly mutilated corpses of their friends and neighbors who had been fortunate enough to die a more swift death (although the expressions of horror frozen upon the faces of the bodies might suggest otherwise) up to the scaffolding. Chord would be tied to the cross beams and tossed over the scaffolding, and the executioners would force the condemned to the ground.

Taking a nail gun, they bolted their captives through the palms and wrists before nodding off to those on the other side of the scaffolding, who pulled on their end of the chord, hoisting the prisoners up into the air, dangling precariously from their cross beams. The screams of the tortured emanated as the beams were welded to the scaffolding and their feet were finally nailed to the scaffolding by the executioners, leaving the prisoners hanging crucified, overlooking what was once the city of Mediport.

Nothing was left alive. The Doomani knew no mercy.

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Meanwhile, the Theoroshian life rafts had been detected some time ago by the Doomani, who finally got their rescue force underway. Consisting of a dozen or so Gladiator VTOL transports, lines would be tossed to those on the life rafts, who’d be brought up into the aircraft where their hands would be bound and a hood pulled over their head before being strapped into the bench seat by the soldiers manning the crew compartment of the aircraft.

Anyone who attempted to flee “rescue” would be on the receiving end of the door-mounted 15.7mm minigun, the gunners of which were notoriously good shots.

Newtdom

06-06-2007, 21:40

~Barcelona~
As the missiles flew over the head of the makeshift headquarters, Command General Clippard shook his head. He turned to his colleague, Command General DeSalvo and said “We are going to be in for one hell of a night. I’m sure the heavy artillery and our vehicles have already suffered unthinkable damage.”

DeSalvo just nodded; still in shock that so little could be done. After a few moments the General said “We need to move into the countryside.” That was all that had to be said before thousands of paratroopers began to move to a more strategic position outside the city. Makeshift units of survivors, remnants of every regiment, formed together. There was far too little time to form into cohesive units until the men could reform in the north.

~Winchester~
The Emperor was meeting with a foreign emissary when the news was brought to him. The 103rd and 87th would try to reform to the north of Barcelona in an attempt to offer some protection to the survivors of the bombardment. Most of the artillery, light vehicles, and logistics were destroyed during the initial bombardment of airstrips and landing areas. The Emperor was in shock, his first combat unit was all but cut off from re-supply, and in tatters to the north of the city they were sent to protect.

~Atlantic Ocean~
The First and Third Fleets rendezvoused with the Grand Fleet at about the same time the shelling of Barcelona began. Command Admiral Walter Prescott was in command of this formidable force. The esteemed officer was watching the destruction on a closed circuit television in his command room. He had no idea that the paratroopers were pulling out, to reassemble, in fact he thought the worst. He thought to himself We must respond immediately. He then summoned his subordinates to his bridge.

Admirals, Commodores, Captains, any officer in charge of a warship was waiting for the orders from their commander. The plan was complex, considering the bottleneck at Gibraltar, but the consensus was that it would work. Each officer went back to their respective ship, and set sail to the south.

OOC: I’m going to assume that the time between shellings would be a bit stretched, considering retargeting, etc. Clearly, though, I have sustained heavy damage. More importantly is the fact that I had already fired a number of anti-shipping/ air-surface weaponry towards the ships in the blockade.

Borman Empire

06-06-2007, 22:52

Official Imperial Statement:

The War Machine of Borman Empire has seen fit to dispatch two fleets to the embattled area of Gibraltar, however, outside of the range of combat.

We trust they will not be fired on...

Theoroshia

07-06-2007, 00:32

Outside of Barcelona

"Sir, Newtdom forces are retreating from the cities to avoid the artillery barrage."

"Send them maps that show the way through our minefields. Also, give them as much fuel as we can allow. We're all in for a long night", said the Colonel from his command T-90.

---
Captives onboard Enemy Ship

"What do you want with us?", said the Commodore from underneath his hood.

Steel and Fire

07-06-2007, 01:01

Triumvirate of Steel & Fire

Your concerns have been duly noted. Before you make other rash judgements on me personally, I suggest you look at the facts. You say that diplomacy hadn't been attempted, but it has. Here and in the past both Doomingsland and MassPwnage were first asked to discuss these matters and leave ViZion or face conflict. They chose the latter. Furthermore on diplomacy, massive amounts of genocide has been committed by Doomingsland on the ViZionarian citizens, in which they have massacred billions. That is a call to war in any case that I have ever been witness to. I would like to note, also on a personal level, that your terminology for me lacked both class and vocabulary. Once again, I thank you for your concerns and will remember this for the future.

OOC: I'm very sorry that you chose to mock me. You and MP have insulted me greatly, and neither hold the same respect as Doomingsland does. He's always been appreciative to me, as I have to him. I suggest you both take lessons from him.

Official Response from the Republic

Regarding diplomacy, you appear to be stating that you instructed Doomingsland and MassPwnage to relinquish control over ViZion before you would agree to talks. Now, occupying a large nation, such as ViZion, is no simple task. Millions of men would be required to keep the nation under control; billions of dollars would have to be invested. Asking Doomingsland and MassPwnage to simply drop all of this just to engage in peace talks is naturally an untenable provision; we would certainly not agree to something like this either. It is possible, of course, that you meant something different; but if you worded it so clearly as you did in the above message, it would almost certainly be interpreted in the same way.

As for your concern that our message lacks class and vocabulary, we humbly beg your forgiveness; the Triumvirate is a provisional government made up of military leaders, after all, as it was the military that overthrew the corrupt corporate leaders who ruled Steel and Fire until just a month or two ago. We are not diplomats, and do not pretend to be; our comment regarded the fact that with all your allied support, you are still having trouble beating down two nations.

The Triumvirate
-- Chalabi Jones
-- Peter Aaronson
-- Bernard Rutherford

Chill out, ok? In-character we are mocking you, because as I implied in the above message my leaders wouldn't know tact if it hit them in the face. Out-of-character I consider you a good writer and RPer and no way intended to insult your RP skills. Truce?

Theoroshia

07-06-2007, 02:08

OOC: Not only did you insult him, but all of his allies (and me) as well.

Nueve Italia

07-06-2007, 02:33

OOC: Read his other comment underneath that last post, and also keep OOC comments for the specific thread.

Newtdom

07-06-2007, 02:56

~Barcelona~
Command Generals DeSalvo and Clippard were on a hill overlooking Barcelona with their staffs. Both were at a loss of words at the destruction that had occurred almost immediately after they landed. Neither division lost many infantry personnel, however very few pieces of artillery, and nearly no vehicles made it to the north. Another major issue was a lack of streaming intelligence, so vital to any operation in a foreign land.

Clippard turned to his old friend and said “Unless we get a good supply line, we may be in for some trouble.”

DeSavlo nodded, “We also need to spread out so if these damn ships spot us we can take the barrage.”

The orders went out throughout the line. Time had been given for men to find their regiments, companies, and platoons. Men who made it out, without a unit to attach too were condensed into field units.

~Bay of Biscay~
The Marines who were dispatched at the same time as the 1st and 3rd fleets had reached their point. The 3rd Marine Division would land near San Sebastian and march across the hills of the north to reinforce the 103rd and 87th.

~Atlantic Ocean~
The orders went out, every ship would be ready for a full scale assault. The Imperium, Chamberlain, andArrington all Imperium Class Superdreadnaughts would be in the lead. The goal of these massive fleets would be to break the blockade of Gibraltar. As the smoke and water cleared from the barrage on the Jarridian Fleet, the enemy would see a wall of massive warships on the horizon, guns blazing, performing the staple of big gun warfare, a firing circle.

Each carrier sent off their complement of aircraft. Mostly Phoenixes, although other fighter-bombers, and attack helicopters were in the mix above the fleet. Admiral Prescott was on the bridge of his flagship, the NRS Arrington. As the ships moved into range, the dreadnaughts put themselves in firing positions. Gunnery officers marked their targets almost immediately across the strait, Prescott gave the order.

The three Imperium Class ships opened fire. 16 28in guns opened up with a roar that could have been heard in Lisbon. At the same time, the batteries of anti-shipping missiles launched. 270 Harpoon missiles fired, all but emptying the batteries of anti-shipping missiles on the Imperiums.

As the Imperiums fired, fighter-bomber wings from the various carriers screamed at high speeds, from the north. The fighter-bombers had been launched before the fleet moved into position, and flew low to the ground to avoid radar detection. Upon reaching the strait, the Phoenixes opened fired. Each wing began with anti-shipping weapons, firing en masse at the enemy in the strait.

OOC: I have to go…I’ll do more tomorrow…

Rotovia-

07-06-2007, 08:24

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COMMONWEALTH OF ROTOVIA
OFFICIAL GOVERNEMNT COMMUNIQUE

Issued by The Palace of Athens
for and on behalf of The Commonwealth of Rotovia,
The Constitutional Republic of Rotovia,
The Allied States of Rotovia, & all Subordinate Territories

Henceforth let it be known that the oppression of freedom anywhere, is an act of war against this great Commonwealth... and not act of war shall go without a response.

A campaign of unlawful and immoral assault has undergone, on our watch, and for this we are truly sorry. But from this day, let it be known that the Commonwealth will not allow criminality to go unpunished.

His Imperial Eminency, Emperor Dionysus Bacchus III, gives those nations inhabiting the sovereign lands of ViZion forty-hours to remove themselves or face the fullest extent of Rotovian justice.

[signed]
Lady Nicoletta Bacchus
Secretary to the Palace

[signed]
Vice-President Julia Aptiva
Acting Commander-in-Chief

The Lone Alliance

07-06-2007, 09:04

-Military Command-
In the middle of a strategic discussion on further attacks, which had been slow going as one of the officers felt that the war was uneeded.
A satelite photo popped up on the main screen startling everyone. Seconds later an ops officer walked in to prep a briefing.
"And this is?" One of the officers asked looking over an image of utter destruction.
"This is all that's left of Barcelona." she answered.

"Oh dear mother of..."
"God has nothing to do with it," an intellegence officer said butting in.
"So this is Doomingsland..."
"Yes."
"We've never fought them before, and I'm glad we didn't."
"I do believe we have finally reached a decision?"
"Yes."
"The Lone Alliance is now at DEFCON 1."
"I want everything including the kitchen sink readied, full war footing full supply loads!
"NOW, If it's war, then so be it, but lets give them hell."

Tarlag

07-06-2007, 14:50

**********************Encrypted Transmission****************

To: Jarridia High Command
From: Admiral Nichols
Subject: Reinforcements

The Grand Duke has released the following ships to Operation ViZion Freedom.
They are on route and should be arriving soon.

SDN Squadrons 1 & 2 (All Agincourt Class)
H.D.S. Waterloo
H.D.S. Tobruk
H.D.S. Gettysburg
H.D.S. Hastings
H.D.S. Jutland
H.D.S. Kursk

Battleship Squadrons 4 & 9

3 x Argo class
3 x Yamato II Class

Battlecruiser Force R

3x Tiger Class
4x Alaska II Class
6x Tone Class
7x Ticonderoga Class
3x Little Rock Class
24x Dever Class DDG
35x Fletcher Class FC
25x Gering Class FC

Carrier Battle Group Y
2x Yonaga Class CVN
5x Island Class CVN
5x Victory Class CVN (100 aircraft per carrier)

Submarine Task Force 16
10x SSN
15x SSH
10x SSB
25x Conventional and special porpoise boats

Theoroshia

07-06-2007, 20:00

Outside of Barcelona - Theoroshian Ground Forces

The men in the battalion could see the destruction. The city of Barcelona was now indeed injured. Damaged water mains could be seen, and fires were numerous throughout the city. The people who had done this were unseen, for a naval group had come in and wreaked havoc. Now, the men of the 2nd Naval Fleet/Division were attacking them with ship launched missiles and aircraft. The men readied themselves, cleaning their weapons and sighting their guns. They probably wouldn't have long to wait.

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Seas Around Barcelona - 2nd Naval Fleet

The three Premier class super carriers launched all of their attack aircraft, which consisted of the newly arrived K-1 "Claw" strike fighter armed with torpedoes, MiG-21's, the newly arrived K-1 "Bear" bomber, and the older "Badgers" armed with torpedoes as well. Almost numbering in the 200's, this attack group would be supported by a volley of 20,000 mini missiles and 30 cruise missiles fired from Dunkerques and Vipers. The Aegis heavy missile cruisers would be in support with twenty Tigers.

Clandonia Prime

08-06-2007, 22:36

Atlantic Ocean

The four merchant ships of the Clandonian East India Company had been chartered to supply Doomani forces with Praetonian made Lance Anti-Shipping Missiles upon order of the government. In the other ships boxes and crates of Doomani ammo and weapons, made in the Doominsgland factory's in Clandonia. The merchant sailors had taken off their tropical uniforms reverting back to the thicker Atlantic uniforms as the weather turned colder and the sea rougher. Looking forward to heading for a few days in the Mediterranean but what with the war the captain of the group was uncertain of what lay ahead. The group had a Royal Clandonian Navy escorts, two Minster Class Frigates and a Praefele Class Destroyer.

"Captain, latest weather reports from Alpha beacon." Said one rating handing over the clipboard with the latest weather forecast. The Praefele nuclear powered destroyer had been requested by the company and after a comfortable sum the Admiralty agreed, no one would dare attack a merchant convoy from a neutral nation.

"Thank you." Replied the Captain, putting down his mug of tea onto the coaster as the ship rocked in the Atlantic swell. The officer of the watch had just appeared, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"Morning Sir." He spoke, buttoning up his jacket and scanning through the evens clipboard.

"Morning Christopher, I don't suppose you've seen the news today?"

"No Sir, the satellite went down in the storm its still hit and miss why?"

"We are heading into a warzone, Gibraltar has been attacked and the Doomani navy has destroyed Barcelona, an impressive site I've been told."

"Excellent sir! That's just what we want to hear."

"Well I suppose but I really would rather like to make it back in one piece and get my danger pay off the company." Noting the merchant ships with the two frigates trailing at the front and the end scanning the skies and checking the sonar readings for possible hostile forces. On the helicopter pad and rear deck the small RM contingent were practising their weapon skills, shooting clay targets throw out.

"We got plenty of ammo!" Joked one marine sergeant, as he loaded another magazine into his DR-83II. Doomani weapons were plentiful in Clandonia, the weapons factories with the cheap working class labour made excellent quality weapons which the government bought at a very subsidised price and with the stacks and crates waiting in warehouses they were trying to get rid of them.

The convoy moved on, nearing the battle grounds of the Med and with G4M6 reports showing enemy super dreadnought activity the Captains of the escort ships were nervous and hoping the Admiralty would send in some support with hints that other allied forces saw the Doomani plight and were also preparing aid. The reason for the Doomani support was scene oddly by outsiders, Sovereign League nation helping a CAD one indeed was odd, but with the shared Royal bloodline being stronger than any political force it was a Clandonian duty to help the Doomani as they were brothers in arms. Clandonian government ministers were drawing up the plans for possible aid but with bigger plans in the pipe a smaller force could be sent if they major and more urgent plan of action went into affect quicker than expected.

Back on the bride of the destroyer the captain was talking to the assembled officers about the route, mines and sunken ship remains were now a hazard and the narrow gap of the Gibraltar Straits was a likely flash point. Hoping on the support of diplomatic pressure and the power of the Clandonian navy to avoid an all out war with the anti-Doomani nations. Many had never heard of ViZion or the war in the past as far as most Clandonian's presumed it was a Doomani-Praetonian colony and always had. As the ships sailed on hoping to reach their port of call and drop off the load to the waiting Doomani and head home before they got shot to pieces.

Nueve Italia

09-06-2007, 18:28

Aboard the NIIN Command Ship, Angelo Santo

~ As the Nitalian attack on the Straits of Gibraltar began, a strange signal was picked up heading towards the area. At first, the Radar technician didn't know what he was looking at, but as the ships got closer, he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

" Admiral! I think you might want to check this out," he called out to Bertrille.

Admiral Faccina, busy with directing fighter wings and aeromar squadrons, ordered another officer to take control of the attack while she dealt with the new matter.

" This had better be important," her stern voice demanded. The technician nodded once, and pointed at the signals he had picked up.

" I had just cross-referenced this with gee-pee-ess imaging: those are merchant ships approaching the area, although they're still quite far off, and they're not transmitting a friendly aye-eff-eff."

Even Bertrille was slightly shocked by this news. What merchant captain in their right minds would try and brave through a war zone? Her question was somewhat answered when the technician added, " They're also being escorted by a few warships."

Now, the Admiral thought, the only problem is just who these ships want to reach. At the rear of the Allied Fleet attacking Gibraltar, the Nueve Italian Imperial Navy would interecept these ships first.

" Comm officer, get me on a frequency with those ships. Do it now."

A quick salute, a few buttons pressed and knobs twisted, and then came a confirmation from the officer. Bertirlle picked up the radio handset and sent out a secure broadcast to the Clandonian fleet approaching the Mediterranean's choke point.

" Attention! Unidentified Fleet! State your nationality and purpose for entering this war zone. This is the En-aye-aye-en ship Angelo Santo. Please respond immediately!"~

Newtdom

09-06-2007, 19:35

~NRS Arrington~
Admiral Prescott was barking out orders throughout the initial barrage. So far everything seemed to be going his way. He turned to his XO, “Order the fleet into position, Mr. Jackson.”

Commodore Jackson walked to the comm., and gave the order to the other ships of the attacking fleets.

~Atlantic~
Each ship’s commanding officer received the command. Almost immediately every ship began moving into position. The four Wolfe Class Heavy Battleships, just out of the range of heavy guns, moved into the firing circle, allowing another eighteen 26.5in guns to enter the fray.

The eight La Fayette Class Missile Frigates launched a modified surface-surface Exocet MBDA. Launching 256 missiles in total at the enemy forces in and around the Strait.

The eight Oliver Perry Class launched their advanced AGM 84 Harpoon SLAM missiles towards the enemy. In total, 100 sea-surface missiles were fired, as the support frigates moved back to offer anti-air and anti-sea support.

The fourteen Ticonderoga Class destroyers followed suit offering their full complement of Tomahawk Cruise Missiles, launched from dual MK41 VLS Cells, launching 1500 of the 1778 missiles available onboard. Once their missile pods were nearly empty, the midsized destroyers moved into a support role as their missile pods were replenished by the Fast Combat Ammunition Support Ships in the auxiliary units waiting on the fringes of the battle.

The twelve Arleigh Burke Class launched their complement of missiles as well, offering support to the Dreadnaughts still pounding away at the enemy. By launching their surface to surface missiles, they raised the total number flying towards the enemy by another 1000. However, these ships remained close to the Dreadnaughts, offering some protection from an air attack or submarine attack.

The Juken and Juka Class battleships and cruisers remained further back in the fleet. Their purpose was yet to be seen, but before the day was over the entire might of this combined fleet would be known to all.

Clandonia Prime

09-06-2007, 20:17

Atlantic Ocean, approaching the Gibraltar Straits

The small flotilla continued its approach, noting the battle ahead of them and its process, the numbers of vessels was recorded by one of the frigates with its sensors urgently dispatched back the Admiralty in the homeland.

"Sir we appear to have been contacted by some ruddy foreigner?"

Spoke the communications office on the leading destroyer, the captain nodded to the first officer he was being lazy and it would be good for the boy.

"First Office, you have the bridge." Said the captain saluting the bridge crew before exiting down the stairs to his ready room to go back to his book.

"What do these chaps want?" Quizzed the first office, stroking his moustache that was typical of all Clandonian officers.

"Seems they want to know our intentions, better brief the merchants on what to expect if we get harassed."

"Send a reply, tell them basically to Foxtrot Oscar in a polite manor, remember we are Clandonian's and flying the flag for King and Country."

"Yes Sir!" Said the communications officer, tapping away on the keyboard chewing a pen in his mouth feet up on the desk now the captain was absent.

Attention Angelo Santo, we are Escort Squadron Four Two Two escorting Clandonia East India Company merchant vessels. We have been instructed by the Crown government to protect vessels that are of Clandonian origin and we are neutral and not in this fight but will defend ourselves if attacked.

Nueve Italia

09-06-2007, 20:38

The Angelo Santo's Bridge

~ " What in the Hell are these men thinking?!"

The message from the Clandonian ships only further confused the Nitalian Admiral. Don't they realize what they're getting into? Bertrille could not help but wonder what was so important that had to be delivered. In fact, if these ships wanted to brave the battlefield that was Gibraltar in order to drop off their cargo, Admiral Faccina wanted to know what it was.

From her current situation, she knew that the Allied fleet, with the NIIN at the rear, currently blocked any shipping into or out of the Mediterranean. The only way for those ships to pass was through that fleet.

However, as she knew, any sort of attempt to halt or attack the Clandonian merchants or their escorts would be considered an act of war. Still, as her fleet controlled the Straits, she, under the Articles of War, could request to see just what was being shipped.

Another message was quickly sent out.

" Escort Squadron Four Two Two, this is Admiral Bertrille Faccina of the Seventh Battle Group of Nueve Italia. With your permission, we request to search your cargo before opening up passage through the Straits of Gibraltar. We also request the destination of your voyage and the recipient of your cargo."~

Clandonia Prime

09-06-2007, 21:55

A puzzled look appeared on the communications officer, afternoon tea had been brought up to the bridge as it was tiffin time and nearly the entire crew regardless of rank were eating sandwiches, cakes and Clandonia Tea. Scoffing a raspberry jam sandwich into his mouth he brushed the crumbs off the keyboard and clicked on the message.

Hmm, better call the Captain... Picking up the phone dialling the internal number to the captains ready room.

"Sir they want to search our cargo." Wrapping the cord around his arm, bored after being on shift for nearly six hours now.

"I'm not happy, as soon as they know the freighters are carrying weapons they will impound them or at worst destroy them. Contact the company rep on on the SS Fokestone and tell him the request and then contact the Admiralty and confirm our position and ask for an eye in the sky, I will be on the bridge in five minutes.

The officer put down the phone, radioing the freighter and alerting the merchant sailors of the latest communication.

"I will contact the Company but I dare say they will be pleased, not pointing fingers but this is meant to be your job to protect us."

"We do try, I've contacted Naval Command at New Danskeran and they have a G4M6 on long range patrol two thousand miles West of us which can be shadowing and recording if anything does happen."

Replying in the communication to the Nueve Italian force as marines prepared for a possible hostile reception, every man who could pull a trigger was given a gun and a bag of ammo, just encase...

Attention Nueve Italian forces, your request to board and search ships is denied by the Clandonia East India Company which insists the vessels are private property of the corporation. Destination and the client is confidential invitation and I am not at liberty to disclose this information.

---

Putting down his headset sighing, moving the keyboard to send an emergency transmission.

---

**Coded Transmision**

To: Royal Clandonian Naval Fleet Command
From: Escort Squadron 422

Requesting urgent air support, possible boarding threat from Nueve Italian naval forces.

Urgent Assistance ASAP needed.

*Message Ends**

With the message received the Questerian made G4M6 naval bomber turned course from up in the Arctic on submarine patrol to go aid their comrades near Gibraltar.

"Sounds like the chaps need some help."

"Silly matelots, always getting into trouble!" The crew chuckled as the aircraft's engines revved up as it turned against the winds. The plane had just been refuelled from a passing tanker and the crew had also just had afternoon tea in the special dehydrated rations, tradition continued for every Clandonian around the world, dead on Four PM every day was the time for a cup of tea and a pastry.

The Lone Alliance

09-06-2007, 22:15

-150 Southwest of the Strait-
#Attention all allied Craft, This is the Lone Alliance 4th fleet we are inbound from SW and should be arriving with a few hours.#
"Alright time to split off the others." The captain said as the last transmission was sent out. "Have them head to set up camp, and I want patrols up, can't be too careful."

-Fleet-
At the rear of the fleet a half dozen cargo and Tanker ships broke off and headed east.

Malatose

10-06-2007, 05:22

Imperial TaskForce Vengeance
Atlantic Ocean, Outside of Gibraltor

"Sir, We are now approaching the Strait of Gibraltor. Combined fleet RADAR now detects enemy fleets, in sectors 4.5, 6.5," the Captain of the Prometheus-class carrier said.

"What are the reports of enemy aircraft?" Admiral Sirax answered, rubbing his chin.

"Reports vary, sir. However, from our detections systems, it seems the enemy has a fairly established airforce in the area."

Admiral Sirax looked at the Combat Data Computers. He slowly thought, pondering what move he'd make. He then made his move,

"I want the entire fleet at high alert, ready to intercept any and all incoming missiles and air threats. All aircraft are to prepare for immediant launch."

Admiral Sirax exited the control room, confident in the abilities of his commanders and captains. He, then, entered his communications room, and sent the following message

Commique to Allied Fleets in the Area

Allies,

I, Admiral Sirax, of the Imperial TaskForce Vengeance has arrived. Currently, my fleet is preparing for offensive operations against the enemy. However, my attack alone, I'm afraid won't be efficient. Thus, I'm suggesting a well coordinated attack against the enemy, to ensure his complete destruction and loss of Naval Superiority. I await your messages.

Admiral Sirax

Trailers

10-06-2007, 05:55

OOC: If you can use PMT gausse rifles and mechs on ViZ, I should be able to use my FT on you, I say. ._.

The Lone Alliance

10-06-2007, 06:34

Commique to Allied Fleets in the Area

Allies,

I, Admiral Sirax, of the Imperial TaskForce Vengeance has arrived. Currently, my fleet is preparing for offensive operations against the enemy. However, my attack alone, I'm afraid won't be efficient. Thus, I'm suggesting a well coordinated attack against the enemy, to ensure his complete destruction and loss of Naval Superiority. I await your messages.

Admiral Sirax
~Response~
"This is Admiral Rainer of Lone Alliance Fourth Fleet, I recieve your message loud and clear, we're about to show up as well, suggest we attack at once giving our allies double the amount of firepower we can bring at once.
Meet you outside the Strait."

-Fleet-
"With MP used to fighting the usual new allies in ones and twos if we can hit them with two fleets he won't have a chance knock out enough ships before we bring The Rock down.

Yallak

10-06-2007, 07:58

OOC: Heya, apologies for my absence. This was meant to be posted several days ago but due to my computer problem I couldn't. Once I've caught up on everything that’s happened I'll get another one up.

Imperial Palace, Arrandin, Yallak

A solitary figure walked the length of the grandiose hall that lead to the Imperial High Council chamber within the palace. Footsteps echoed throughout the immense structure and the mans shadow danced across the ground in the flickering flames that were as eyes for the gargantuan four meter tall obsidian demon statues that lined both sides of the walkway, providing the only light to the ominous passage.

As he approached the entrance to the chambers, the golden Imperial emblem was clearly visible emblazoned across the double doors, but it split down the middle and vanished as a pair of Imperial Guards heaved the doors open. The man entered the room briskly.

The chamber itself was well lit and the newcomer counted eight of the Council sitting around the magnificent mahogany table that occupied the center of the floor.

‘Have a seat Marshal Cynath,’ offered Councilor Herusen, motioning to a chair which had a folder full of reports sitting on the table before it. Cynath sat quickly and at the indication of Herusen again, opened the folder and began skimming through the reports.

‘In short,’ the Emperor began without waiting for Cynath to finish, ‘the Allied fleet is now heavily engaged against the enemy but progress can be considered slow at best. Satellites seem to have identified additional enemy units inbound to the battle too.’

‘Furthermore, Jarridia has confirmed the complete destruction of Mediport,’ hissed Councilor Sollonaal.

Cynath flipped the folder shut subconsciously as he looked up at Sollonaal in shock. ‘Completely destroyed?’ he half queried, half stated. Nobody answered or confirmed. ‘So are we going to…’

‘We are going to answer in kind,’ interrupted the Emperor. ‘A full strike against the enemy by whatever bomber fleets you can have ready to launch within the next two hours.’

Cynath’s face became very serious as he considered what was being suggested. ‘The long range bombers are the only craft that could make it there and back again, they’ll be without escorts during the most dangerous part of the trip,’ he protested.

‘All the risks have been considered, Marshal. That is all. Timing is critical, there is a helicopter awaiting you outside.’ It was unusual for the Emperor to be so abrupt and discourteous so Cynath decided not to press the issue any further, the idea was feasible after all given the enemy should be preoccupied by the battle but it was more reliant on chance than he generally appreciated.

‘Your orders are at the back of those reports, Marshal,’ Herusen informed the man as he stood to leave. ‘The operation will need to launch in two and a half hours so that it coincides with the third legions activities.’

Tarlag

10-06-2007, 13:32

Abroad H.D.S. Lexington, Command Ship Tarlagian Grand Fleet

The Ospreys rotors barely stopped turning and three people quickly exited the back ramp. Most of the deck crew seemed to ignore the new arrivals, one crewman however looked up from his work then immediately came to attention.
" Sir, It is a pleasure to see you on board again."
The lead officer in the group gave a sharp salute and hurried to the Fleet C&C.
The crewman gets his buddy's attion " Looks like things are gonna change around here."
A few moments later in C&C Admiral Nichols looked how the battle was progressing on the holotable. He looked up just as the Three entered the room. "Admiral Dayron what the hell are you doing here I ordered you to stay with the Xeraph Joint defense fleet."
Dayron gave a salute to his Commanding Admiral. "Admiral Alexander Nichols as of 0130 today you hear by relieved of command of the Grand Fleet you are ordered to return to Tarlag and resume you standard duties."
Dayron handed a memo over to Nichols " As you see Sir it was signed by the Duke personaly. I am To take ilmenite command and set things right."
" How in the hell did you manage this?"
"Simple Sir, You screwed the pooch on this whole operation. By not prosecuting the war to the fullest and bringing insufficient force we could lose this war. Also your failed to aid the first Xeraphian fleet royally pissed off Duke Ozgood. Instead of us being leaders in this war you have let us fail around and let two cities get flattened. The Duke wants a change now!"
" All this could not be helped I was just following plan Go like We discussed with the Duke."
The Problem is SIR, plan Go was set up for an Attack against our neighbors The Northern Colonies Not to attack a more powerful nation half way around the world and did not include allies in the mix, as I tried to explain to you in that meeting.
"You Bastard I will have your Ass for this when this is over."
Enough discussion Sir, your air craft is waiting and I need my decks cleared for action so I suggest you go."
" I stand Relieved."

*********Encrypted Message to All Allied Commands***************

Admiral Nichols has been relieved of command Admiral Dayron is New Grand Fleet commander. Orders are to follow.

Tarlag

10-06-2007, 14:04

****************Encrypted Message To All Allied Commands**********

From Admiral Dayron
To All Allied Fleet Commanders
Subject Joint Unified strike

Now is the time to press home are attack I request the following actions by each force be made immediately

Lone Alliance- Launch an immunite air strike against Gibraltar's VLS systems, Coastal defense guns and Flak batteries. we need them taken out
Malatose- Launch air strikes on Gibraltar's surviving communications and radar stations along with any surviving docking facilities
Xeraph- Launch a maximum air strike against MP's Airfields and attack any enemy aircraft formations. Total air superiority is to be achieved NOW!
Nueve Italia- Continue your assault on MP's fleets damage as many of his ships as possible drive them from the straight.
Newtdom- Please support Nueve Itila in their attack go after their Aircraft carriers if possible.
Theoushia- Please Continue supporting Nueve Italia
Any other Allied commands- Enter the Straits of Gibraltar and engage the PM fleet with all available forces.
Jarridia- Contune Striking at MPs Fleet if addition strikes can be launched by your forces against Gibraltar then attack Power stations and feul dumps inthe area.
Tarlagian Forces- Air strikes against any Command and control aircraft and or any early warning aircraft. Strikes will also be launched against airfields and roads heading into Gibraltar.

Nueve Italia

10-06-2007, 16:03

The Angelo Santo

Attention Nueve Italian forces, your request to board and search ships is denied by the Clandonia East India Company which insists the vessels are private property of the corporation. Destination and the client is confidential invitation and I am not at liberty to disclose this information.

~ The Admiral hung her head. Without permission to board, if she ordered her men to do so it would be an international crisis. She couldn't block or attack the merchant vessels either: they were protected under Nueve Italian Doctrines of Naval Warfare. They were considered civilian vessels, and therefore held civilian lives.

She let out a soft, long sigh, and then raised her head to look out at sea. She was still too far away to make out Gibraltar entirely, but she knew that the Clandonian squadron was approaching the choke point. Just how they would get through without being attacked, or at least unintentionally hit, she did not now.

" Get me back on line with Escort Squadron Four Two Two."

A sailor snapped off a salute, and within seconds, she was ready to broadcast. This is going to make our job Hell ...

" Escort Squadron Four Two Two, we respect your right to privacy and the concerns of the Clandonia East India Company. We will not search nor impede your vessels' path, however, I personally would like to express concern over your route. The current situation at the Strait makes it so naval traffic is nearly restricted, and the area itself is engulfed in a battle which could result in an accidental attack on your ships. Again, these are just concerns: you have the permission of the En-aye-aye-en to pass through our fleet."

When she finished, Bertrille sighed again. She knew that any vessel trying to get through that straight was either heading for Spain or Italy. The only question was just which one was it? Nueve Italia was unfamiliar with Clandonia, and unsure of just who they pledged their allegiance to, but as for now, the sailors, airmen, and marines of the NIIN could only sit and wait as the Clandonia East India Company's craft made it through their blockade. Of course, this required a few movements from Nitalian ships as well, which was nothing more right now than a minor frustration, but later could prove to be a small gap in the fleet's defenses.~

Newtdom

10-06-2007, 16:04

An unknown communications officer ran to Admiral Prescott. He handed him the message from one of the other fleets, and ran back to his post. The shelling was continuing as planned. Prescott just shook his head, and scribbled a short note on a piece of paper. He handed it to his XO, as Prescott remained on the bridge overseeing the massive barrage he was commanding.

Official Response to Allied Fleets

From: Admiral Lord Prescott
To: Fleet Commanders
Re: Joint Unified Strike

We have been shelling the enemy for quite some time now. I do not think it is feasible for my fleet to withdraw to assault a different target. We are shelling the enemy in the strait and shall continue to do so. I can offer only a few battlecruisers, which have yet to enter my lines as support against any carrier.

~North of Barcelona~
Command Generals Clippard and DeSalvo met in a forward command center, where to their amazement General Sir Roger Andrews of the Marine Corps was waiting. The three officers took a few moments to exchange pleasantries and a glass of scotch before getting down to business.

Tarlag

10-06-2007, 16:18

Theoroshia

10-06-2007, 19:18

Strait of Gibraltar

The Commander of Naval Forces (CNF) looked at the message that had been delivered to his flagship, the Ural class superdreadnought TFN Aura, and snorted. "What in hell did this Tarlagian think we were going to do? Fight MassPwnage single handedly in hand to hand combat?"

*

Theoroshian naval forces, although taking damage, had for the most part been undamaged. More reinforcements had arrived, and the 1st Naval Fleet now contained 34 Dunkerque class light missile cruisers, 21 Aegis class heavy missile cruisers, 26 Korov class anti submarine frigates, 31 Krivak class cannon armed battlecruisers, 11 Ural class superdreadnoughts, 12 diesel powered Tiger class submarines, 6 Ivan class nuclear powered submarines, 12 Premier class aircraft carriers, and 3 Kuznetsov class aircraft carriers. It was a powerful force indeed, and the constant sounds of aircraft taking off, cruise missiles firing, and cannons shooting off rounds bolstered the crews confidence.

---
Barcelona - Theoroshian Defenses

With no enemy ground attack in sight, men began to loosen up. Engineers started building field hospitals, heavy bunkers, fixed defenses, anti tank ditches, and even a small air field where supplies could be brought in. Supply trucks, along with the new T-7B Centaur light tanks equipped with wheels instead of treads had been delivered. The T-7B's had been placed farther back from the main line of defense, to act as a mobile counter force should a break in the defensive line happen.

The newer Katusha-7Bs had arrived as well. The B variants, instead of the A variant, were not equipped with regular missiles. These missiles were for killing ships. The Katusha-7Bs, or 'Shark' launchers, were designed as counter batteries that destroyed the batteries on ships when they fired. Already, they were being entrenched, hid, and loaded. Soon, they would wreak havoc on the attackers, just as the naval forces outside of Barcelona would.

Xeraph

11-06-2007, 00:23

Collins looked again at the message from Dayron. He had enough aircraft available to hit MassPwnage twice over. Between what was in the air en route to Barcelona, what was on the carriers in both the Atlantic and MedSea, and the units already on the ground at Barcelona, Angola, and Cyprus, he had no doubts as to the outcome of a continuous air assault.

"Ensign, message to the following Commanders: Stryker, 100th AirWing; Vinton, 23rd AirWing; Daleo, 71st AirWing; Crosz, 66th AirWing; Kellar, 12th BomberWing; and the current comanders of the 44th, 92nd, 153rd, 15th, 88th, and 139th AirWings. Your orders are to attack any and all enemy aircraft when and where you come upon it. Concentrate on MP's home defenses and carriers. Python and Anaconda bombers are to press towards MassP homeland. Constrictor bombers to carpet-bomb Doomani territory. All Viper, Rattlesnake, Mamba and Cobra squadrons to provide support/escort to the bombers when they pass through sector/system. King Cobra's to hit any enemy land units.

Message to Naval Commanders: MedSea units to engage enemy on open seas. Subs are to go to High Alert Prime, repeat, High Alert Prime." The ensign looked up sharply. "Admiral.....HAP, that's nuclear status."

Collins snapped back. "Goddam right. I want those puppy's ready to launch within seconds of my command. I don't anticipate using them, but I WILL be ready."

"Aye, sir."

Collins mused on his decision. Alaric had only used nukes once, and it had saved the Empire. This was not so similar a situation, but the Empire's military status had been decreased by 37% due to the Azulun affair. Azulun....he was the reason Alaric had ordered the nukes. The vampire general's hordes had overun three royal cities, including the capitol. Millions had died on both sides before Alaric managed to kill Azulun, though it cost the Emperor his own life.

Collins wasn't going to wait for the Regents to OK it. If he deemed it necessary, then damn the Regents!

Aztec National League

11-06-2007, 09:15

OOC: I'm still waiting for acknowledgement regarding the volley I sent on page 9. Sorry I haven't posted, things are still hectic...

IC:

"Sir," the yeoman said formally, "We haven't drawn much attention, what is our next plan of action?"

The ships slowly progressed towards the blockade at Gibraltar. Before the Admiral could complete his thoughts, the yeoman yelled out, "Sir, there is report of a civilian fleet entering the war zone...plus, the city of Barcelona has been hit as well."

That was all that was needed to change the Admiral's plans. "Yeoman, send out an order to all the ships, continue on with our previous course. In addition, make our neutral stance on the fleet clear. As for our planes, halt any more take offs and have them ready to land again, we may need to deploy them to Barcelona. In addition, signal to our fleet to have another volley ready."

~~ Official Communiqué ~~
To: Allied Fleets in the Gibraltar, the Clandonian Fleet
Subject: Approaching Clandonia East India Company Fleet

The Aztec fleet will not attack the civilian or otherwise neutral fleet entering the battle zone. However, should any allied fleet be attacked, the ANL will come to our allies' defense. We urge the Clandonian to avoid the battlefield at all costs, though.

No reply is necessary...

--

A second, encrypted communication was sent out to the ANL's allies...

~~ ENCRYPTED COMMUNIQUE ~~
To: Allied Fleet in the Gibraltar
Subject: Blockade

Be warned that the Aztec National League has fired a massive volley of cruise missiles and artery at the blockade. We are prepared to fire another barrage and will commence torpedo attacks upon further coordination.

--

The Lone Alliance

11-06-2007, 09:20

-TLA Fleet-
~TLA Flagship, "Repulser" Orel Ul'yanovsk class Carrier~

From Admiral Dayron
To All Allied Fleet Commanders
Subject Joint Unified strike

Now is the time to press home are attack I request the following actions by each force be made immediately

Lone Alliance- Launch an immunite air strike against Gibraltar's VLS systems, Coastal defense guns and Flak batteries. we need them taken out

"Agreed, our VTOLs can duck in an out of those defenses easily, give the harriers and A-7s HARM loadouts and prepare them to launch on my mark."

-Carrier-
On on the Kiev carriers flight crews hurried to their hangers to alert the pilots and to start putting the correct weapons on the planes, time was of an essance, but they were well praticed.
On one of the Essexs a group of Corsairs were quickly being loaded with the necessary equipment while a pair of F-18s launched for their patrol. TLA was ready for battle.

-Flagship Bridge-
"Commander we've detected a group of transports entering the area." "Transports?"
"Yes simply transports and escorts."
"Hmmm," the Admiral paused, "Send a missile craft to pull along each ship and request permission to board, I want to know what they're carrying, if they deny leave. If they seem 'Sincere' leave and since this is diplomatic, have the guys limp out to the deck and mop up. "Limp?"
"Yes limp!"
"Yes sir!"

Malatose

12-06-2007, 03:04

OOC: Sorry guys, with the lack of responses, really busy. I plan for that to end tomorrow though.

The Lone Alliance

13-06-2007, 09:37

[CENTER]Official Clandonian Response

The Clandonian government and monarchy stand side to side with Doomingsland in their time of crisis, Clandonian forces will be ready should the situation call for support in whatever theatre. We officially announce the implication of a sixty percent important tariff onto all products coming from Hotdogs2 which will remain in place until the lift their childish and socialist embargo on Doomingsland.

God Save the King [/FONT]
Prime Minister David Sistilin

-Fleet-
"Yes sir I saw the message as well, and I'm already made plans." the Admiral said over the encrypted communications.
"Yes we're fully ready."
a reply came back.
"Good."

#ENCRYPTED MESSAGE TO TLA FORCES#
Engage Clandonian ships, I repeat FULL assault on all Clandonian ships! I want them dead in the water!

-Flight Group- (5 Attack Harriers)
"Roger that moving to new vector and preparing attack run."

-Flight Group Escort- (4 F-18s)
"Roger that preparing for any visitors, we'll need more though."

-Kiev Missile Cruiser-
"FIRE!"
4 missiles shot off, the targets, the Clandonian naval escorts.

Tarlag

13-06-2007, 20:13

Aboard H.D.S. Lexington

The Communications officer in charge of the C&C brought the flash message from the Lone Alliance to Admiral Dayrons attention.
"Sir, The Lone Alliance Commander has just called fire down on that convoy that was waiting to pass through our lines. Apparently they have intercepted a report that they belong to a government allied with Doomingsland."
"Damn, That is all we need more things to shoot at. Launch six A-10Ns off of the Bayron Roxburgh A long with six SU-33Ns and have them take out what ever is left of that convoys escorts . I want you also to send two of our escorting fast corvettes to the area to try and capture the freighters and to pick up any survivors. Their is to be no machine gunning of any men in the water. Also Respectfully request from the Alliance commander that we should try and capture those freighters if they are carrying contraband it would look great in the press,"
"Yes Sir"

Clandonia Prime

13-06-2007, 21:04

Mediterranean Sea

Having made it past most of the fleets the captain of the Praefele Class destroyer had been expecting a quiet trip. With the happenings in the world of the GASN finishing and various Sovereign League powers gearing up for war the attack had been too late, the order for red alert had been dispatched to all Clandonian vessels arrived to late. The Ballista VLS tubes were being loaded at the time ready for use as the vessel entered the most dangerous part of its voyage. The power Lance Missile which the VLS tubes carried could fire on cold in two minutes and were extremely powerful, the missile that had destroyed or damaged nearly half the Vetakan fleet in the Clandonian-Vetakan War several years ago.

In the operations room, protected with its layers of armour the radar operator piped up. The high pitched bleeps indicating air activity, four dots of appeared.

"Hostile hostile, enemy contacts bearing due West, Soviet type missiles inbound."

"Activate defences!" Snapped the captain as the defence operator activated the chaff dispensers and the Comet and Wellington AMMS automatically readied and the computer estimated the conditions and prepared for launch. On the two frigates, specifically ideal for engaging air threats similar scenes. Increasing their speed to 38 knots to try and give the cargo ships protection.
On deck the Royal Marine gunners manned the close range 7.7mm chain guns for active defence, armed with lasers to blind the pilots a common Clandonian strategy with the power red laser capable of damaging the fovea even behind a tinted visor. The solid fuel of the rockets propelled them to intercept the aircraft and the missiles while the captain of the flotilla sent an urgent message.

*Flash Priority Communication*

Attacked by hostile forces on broadcast figures, requesting air support and potential rescue forces.

ASAP Reply Needed

**Message Ends**

The G4M6 on patrol broke off its cruise speed and engaged its full engine power, arming its AS8A ASM's to engage whatever hostile ship had dared to fire on the ships of the Crown, it also had asked for support and was pin pointing the point the location.

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Official Clandonian Response

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Open Declaration:

His Majesty's government demands why Royal Clandonian Naval forces were attacked without reason in Western entrance of the Mediterranean Sea. This is a completely illegal act, attacking a neutral nation without cause.

The result of this attack and the damage that has been caused on RCN ships or vessels of the Clandonia East India Company which is under Crown Protection will determine our response. Under Clandonian maritime jurisdiction this act has been deemed an attack on the Crown which will be met with a full retaliatory response on threats that launched this strike.

God Save the King

Prime Minister David Sistilin

Newtdom

13-06-2007, 22:13

~NRS Arrington~
Admiral Prescott remained at the bridge; he could have easily retired to his cabin as he had been commanding without respite for nearly a day and a half. He was staring out at the Strait, one which he had sailed through countless times before, where the dark blue of the Atlantic met the lighter blue of the Mediterranean.

“Sir!, Sir!” awoke Prescott from his daydream. He blinked and looked at his exec. “Sir, you are not going to believe this…”

Prescott answered with a simple “yes?”

“Sir, TLA forces have fired upon a convoy without searching their containers.”

Prescott, deprived of sleep, answered “Bloody hell, you have got to be kidding me. This is going to turn into a PR nightmare. Let alone bringing in another force. Do we know anything about the material being transported?”

Commodore Jackson shock his head “Nothing yet sir, the recon from the carriers have yet to get a fix. However, from the communiqués we have intercepted, we have reason to believe it was a belligerent force.”

Prescott noted the opinion, “Mr. Jackson, I believe you and the opinion of our intelligence, however it was still a civilian convoy, and they should have been searched. Regardless, any captain crazy enough to try and sail through our barrage probably was carrying something vital to our enemy. Send a message; inform our allies that any more civilian convoys should be checked prior to either sending them through or engaging. We should also send a rescue team, regardless of their allegiance.”

Jackson saluted the Admiral, as Prescott relieved himself for the night and offered command to the commodore.

Encrypted Message
To: All Allied Commanders
From: Newtdom Fleet Command
Re: Engaging

From this point on, it is the opinion, of Command Admiral Lord Prescott, that any civilian force, regardless of allegiance, be searched before engaging. Attacking such a force would be in violation of the rules of engagement. However, the Admiral understands the decision made was crucial; however, next time we should keep a civilian fleet in holding until we all can discuss further strategic movements.

Sincerely,
Commodore Jackson
Executive Officer, 1st Naval Expeditionary Force
Newtdom

Steel and Fire

13-06-2007, 22:55

Until now, if Steel and Fire was mobilising, it would have been too slowly for anyone to notice. The traffic that poured out of the great cities of the interior -- Camlann, Ekaterinburg, Minaz -- towards Port Acheron and the coast, had increased; but that could simply be due to the beginning of the holiday season. More planes had been in the air, more freighters and tankers had appeared; but the massive fleets docked in their military bases were silent and empty, the barracks and training grounds only slowly filling up.

But now, something changed.

There was no announcement. Nothing official, at least. But anyone who was keeping an eye on Steel and Fire would notice something: planes. More specifically, large numbers of planes. Entire fleets, in fact. (Perhaps flocks would be more appropriate?) They were transport planes, and they were bound -- from all parts of the nation -- to one place: Phlegethon.

It was not marked as such on any maps; and on satellites it looked like simply another small city, a hundred kilometres off Acheron. Fifty kilometres to its south was the boomerang shaped island of Avalon; between the two was docked about a fourth of the Steel and Fire Republican Navy (SFRN). Probably six or seven thousand ships in all lay there quietly, spread far enough apart to prevent anything short of a lot of high-yield strategic nuclear weapons from destroying them at a stroke, but close enough together to be positively identified as a fleet. The planes were bound for the massive complexes on either side of the fleet; officially Phlegethon and Avalon Complexes, although both were generally dubbed Phlegethon to avoid confusion.

It was basically a massive military base; and given Steel and Fire's track record of belligerent and inflammatory messages and promises of support for the Doomini and MassPwnage, anyone watching it would probably have a few questions for Steel and Fire. Of course, it's not as though Steel and Fire would answer those questions; but the questions would still be had. Those battleships didn't look like they were going out to catch herring, after all.

The Lone Alliance

13-06-2007, 23:09

Message to other ships:
The importance of this strike is to disable any further effort by the enemy transports, the ships have been identified as owned by the Clandonia East India Company, Clandonia Prime has just recently made a declaration of support against our forces, as a result it is to be assumed that this is part of their aid for Doomingsland.

We have 3 current objectives:
1) The sinking or disabling of the Escort ships
2) Disabling the Transport ships
3) To capture the transport ships.

We request any nation with experience to prepare boarding parties. Say it's to protect them from us or something.
(OOC: I'll post a better response tomorrow)

Theoroshia

14-06-2007, 19:38

Strait of Gibraltar, Aboard the TFN Aura

"Goddamn it! What in hell did these Clandonian's think they were going to do? Sail right through a blockade and deliver weapons to the enemy?"

Commodore Alekysaven turned towards the Commander of Naval Forces (CNF) Sergetov. "Comrade, I think they thought they wouldn't be attacked."

The CNF turned back to look out across the ocean and thought of a saying using by British peoples. "Bloody hell."

*

Already, the 1st Naval Fleet were firing off the Soviet modified Tomahawks and using the box launchers. MassPwnage was being ripped to shreds by volleys of missiles.

---
Barcelona - Defenses

No enemy attack had been made, allowing the further reinforcement of the defenses with more mines and anti tank infantry units, hidden in crevaces and nooks in the topography of the ground to the front of the defenses.

imported_ViZion

15-06-2007, 00:31

The small naval force of ViZion's have remained hundreds of miles away from the blockade and conflict area, keeping an eye on things. It was clear things on both sides of the blockades continued to go nowhere forwards a break-thru.

"Damn, what are they doing? They seemed to have completely lost their focus.

Do they realize they are there to get to Italy and Tunisia? Instead, they've turned their focus to Clandonia Prime." Captain Armander said as he continued to moniter the situation.

"Captain Armander," reported a CommOff, "We've been ordered to continue to hold position and moniter. There are plans in the works between ViZion and Jarridia to take down the Pwnage blockade. This will allow the Allied Liberation Forces to flood into the Sea and head towards Italy and Tunisia, finally taking out the hostile forces and returning Italy and Tunisia back to us."

Captain Armander looked disgusted. He had been sent here on a mission to help destroy the Pwnage ships in the blockade, weakening their link to allow the ALF to break it in once and for all. Now this? Alas, he had his orders, and he had to obey.

Nueve Italia

15-06-2007, 02:29

~ " What in God's name do they think they're doing?!"

The infuriation and disbelief in Admiral Faccina's voice was apparent to all in the bridge of the Angelo Santo. As reports kept coming in that Escort Squadron 422 was coming under attack by the other ships of the ALF and Bertrille watched for herself as the Clandonian merchants and escorts were attacked, she immediately requested a radio signal towards the allied fleet.

" Get me on line with whatever idiot authorized that attack!"

The comm. officer quickly adjusted the ship's frequency from Escort Squadron 422 towards the TLA and Theoroshian forces in the area.

" You're on a link, ma'am," he notified her quickly as she began to talk.

Idiots! They would forsake breaking through this Strait just to seize a few cargo ships?

Attention! Aeh-El-Eff fleet! This is Admiral Bertrille Faccina. Cease fire upon Escort Squadron Four Two Two at once! Merchant vessels and their escorts pose no threat to us, but the Pwnage defenses at Gibraltar do! As Admiral of the Seventh Battle Group of the Nueve Italian Imperial Navy, this is a tactical order to redirect your fire back on Gibraltar, lest their forces regroup and attack our fleet. ViZion and Jarridia are counting on us to break through here: the Clandonian vessels are not our priority! Cease your attack and continue the bombardment of Gibraltar!

Hopefully, the ALF fleet would listen to reason, or Gibraltar may be able to reorganize its forces and attack the allied ships.

God Help Us if it comes to that ...~

The Lone Alliance

15-06-2007, 03:21

Attention! Aeh-El-Eff fleet! This is Admiral Bertrille Faccina. Cease fire upon Escort Squadron Four Two Two at once! Merchant vessels and their escorts pose no threat to us, but the Pwnage defenses at Gibraltar do! As Admiral of the Seventh Battle Group of the Nueve Italian Imperial Navy, this is a tactical order to redirect your fire back on Gibraltar, lest their forces regroup and attack our fleet. ViZion and Jarridia are counting on us to break through here: the Clandonian vessels are not our priority! Cease your attack and continue the bombardment of Gibraltar!
-Repulser-
"Listen FaccinaI don't know why the hell everyone else is following us, we were only requesting a small group to help board, not the entire colaition!!!" The Admiral shouted back. He turned and looked at his assistant, who shook his head.
"Besides we're still waiting for the Corsairs to be loaded with the HARM missiles. We can't do jack to those SAMs without them, once we can get them loaded we'll proceed with the assigned mission, until then we can't get close!"
Hanging up Rainer looked around the bridge.
"Damn it's monkey see monkey do, It's a bunch of damn transports, and I doubt it's even one of our types."

Tarlag

15-06-2007, 04:49

"Sir multiple incoming messages concerning the Convoy. Certain Admirals are concerned about the ships we have tasked out."
"Two Corvettes and an air strike group to back the Alliance play should hardly matter. But they are right, now is the time to knock MP out of the fight. Order all ships of the line forward for one concentrated attack."
"What should I tell the Carrier and Transport commanders Sir?"
Dayron looked up from the Holotable " They are to hold position and watch our backs. Only a fool would bring a carrier force into the Med. with out total air superiority. The transports will follow only after the MP has been sent to the bottom."

Clandonia Prime

15-06-2007, 13:01

Mediterranean Sea

How the anti ship missile hit the Minister Class Frigate was a complete mystery, despite the anti-missile defences on full alert some sort of Soviet made missile hit through the steel alloy splintering the fibres. Although not damaging critical ship systems the frigate had been hit, twelve men were killed instantly as the enclosed explosion ripped through the small arms room. The captain and operations crew were protected by the void spaces but the blast was felt.

"Damage report!" Shouted the captain over the din of the sirens and klaxon's as he noticed the ship beginning to have a heavy list to starboard.

"Twelve dead and engines are down, water is flooding the rear compartment I'm not sure we can keep her afloat for more than a few hours."

"Bloody hell, draft a message to the Admiralty, hostile attack on HMS Arlington, reported twelve casualties, sinking, order to abandon ship has been given requesting support."

The abandon ship notice was given as life rafts and survival suits were handed out, the Merlin helicopter took off with the most serious fatalities to transfer to the other frigate and the destroyer. The attack had shocked the sailors on the other vessels. Sailors on the Arlington had been told in training on the procedure to inflate life jackets, to much and it would break your neck, too little and you wouldn't surface. The burning ship had been listing at quite a severe angle with boats sent out from the two remaining escorts to help the survivors aboard, a mug of tea and everything would be fine thought the Captain as he wished the Grand Expeditionary Fleet would get a bloody move on.

Whitehall, New Clanon City

The news of the reported attack and now the subsequent loss of the vessel had deeply angered the Clandonians. The government was already facing a hostile reception by the media for its allegations of a corrupt armaments dealing in the Virgin Islands. The latest crisis could solve the problems, a patriotic gesture and a support of business would improve the government image with and put confidence in the economy.

"This is an outrage." Spoke Sir Alan Philips briefing the squawking media on the steps of the Foreign Office.

"We the Crown Government have a duty to protect the business and economic interests of this country, this attack is completely without cause and illegal in international waters."

One journalise from CNN asked, "What was the next step?"

"I can assure the people and business of this country that the government and the navy is working on an action plan which may include a fleet deployment to investigate and recover the vessel."

"Minister can you confirm that twelve Clandonian sailors were killed in the incident?"

"Yes I can and their families and next of kin have been informed, until then the names will not be released but I can assure you more blood may need to be spilt to avenge their deaths."

The minister then stepped into the awaiting car with its police escort before driving off to the Cabinet Office down the road to meet and discuss the next plan of action. At Victory Island the pride of the Grand Expeditionary Fleet moored up, the five super dreadnoughts of the Royal Clandonian Navy's expeditionary force. Preparations for mobilisation were going steadily but the four on active duty battlefleets had gone off in the morning, no media or brass band waving them off. The interesting thing was HMS Stockton a Nelson Class Dreadnought had also departed, the third super dreadnought built in the nearby Imperial Clandonian Shipyards of the first phase of the Nelson Project. With tensions arising around the world it was no wonder but the departure of the four battlefleets, a total force of three hundred and ninety three ships including the Stockton. The force secretly had been instructed to move out of Haven and head as a support force to rescue the stranded vessels who were now trapped in fearing another attack. In the Atlantic two submarine squadrons and a logistical support squadron had been ordered as the nearest vessels there to move to the area and await the larger guns of the battlefleets.

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Official Clandonian Response

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Open Declaration:

His Majesty's government demands that the perpetrators of the attack which has been determined to have originated from naval force of The Lone Alliance to face the charges of murder and piracy. The illegal attack on HMS Arlington killed twelve sailors and the resulting fire crippled that crippled the ship until it sank is a highly unlawful act. If these demands are not met then I have instructed the rightful means to have those who committed this atrocity to be brought to justice, dead or alive.

We advise those nations that have respected Clandonian neutrality to wash their hands of The Lone Alliance and treat them as war criminals because of this illegal attack. It has been noted that shipping that originates from The Lone Alliance is now subject to be destroyed by the Royal Clandonian Navy under the Imperial Maritime Enforcement Act of 1924.

God Save the King

Prime Minister David Sistilin

Clandonian Sailors Murdered

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The aftermath of the attack in which twelve Clandonian sailors were killed, HMS Arlington is in the background sinking

From the New Clanon City Times
Front Page

The government today gave its strongest warning that it was considering military action against The Lone Alliance after twelve Clandonian sailors were murdered in a missile attack. Despite flying the Clandonian flag and a neutral nation enemy forces ignored warnings and fire several missiles, three were downed by the defences of the Minister frigates and the Praefele destroyer. HMS Arlington was a Minister Class Frigate fitted of the type four batch, fitted as standard a 45MW AGCR nuclear reactor. The loss of the frigate which was believed to have been gutted by the enraging fire from the Soviet made anti-shipping missile. Defence sources say the missile was of the sea skimming variant and the frigate had little time to fire its automated close range defences.

Four battlfleets and HMS Stockton, a Clandonian made Nelson Class super dreadnought were reported to have departed from the main base of the Grand Expeditionary Fleet at Victory Island. The government had also said that there were a number of submarines in the Atlantic on patrol and these may be tasked to attack shipping originating from The Lone Alliance. Cross party support was high with even the left wing usually pacifist Labour Party calling for workers on merchant ships to be given the full protection of the Crown Navy. Sir Alan Philips, Minister for Foreign and Commonwealth Affairs in a briefing this lunchtime said more blood might be spilt to avenge the loss and to ensure that The Lone Alliance poses no further threat to Clandonian shipping around the world. The Prime Minister when visiting Kingston Praetonia over talks to build a new class of super dreadnoughts of which of the UKCP is expected to heavily involved in. The Prime Minister called for the criminals to be handed over and to be trialled under Clandonian maritime law, the charges include piracy and murder both of which are punishable by death.

The public were shocked to hear the news with the stock market jittery mid morning after the news of the attack broke through but later settled after the order to protect all Clandonian vessels was given. CBI leaders praised the governments efforts in defending laissez faire capitalism and its protection of Clandonian economical interests around the world. Speaking of the support for Doomingsland many backed the government response, most saying it was the patriotic duty to support the Doomani with Princess Sofia married to the son of the Doomani Emperors brother there is a strong link between Clandonia and Doominsgland despite the differences both countries have a strong belief in laissez faire capitalism.

Xeraph

15-06-2007, 15:21

Captain Snyder, aboard the Siren-class submarine CONSPIRACY, had periscope up. As he surveyed the Clandonian merchant fleet, he could see no good reason why a couple more ships shouldn't be sunk. 'Bastards aren't fooling anyone', he thought.

Picking up the commphone, he barked the order. "All hands, this is the Captain. We and the rest of our WolfPack are within range of the Clandonian merchant fleet. I'm ordering battle-stations to all units. Repeat, all units to battle-stations! I have reason to suspect that weaponry and other lethal contraband are being shipped to MP and possibly Doom. I cannot allow this to happen.
All torpedo bays ready to fire at my mark! All Ocelot II-a missiles to vector on advance-line vessals."

This was the one that was really gonna tear it. There was going to be hell to pay.........

All sub commanders radioed their readiness status. They were a "GO".

"All commanders! On my mark!" He glanced at his watch, mic in his other hand.

"Fire all torpedoes! Reload, wait for my order to fire."

Ten seconds later. "All missiles away! Fire second course torpedoes in fifteen seconds! Then let's get the hell out of here!"

Yes.......there was going to be hell to pay.................

The Lone Alliance

15-06-2007, 19:34

-LAN-
"Today the Defense ministry praised the men and women responsible for the attack on the Clandonian supply group quoting, "Any and all allies who attempt to aid Doomingsland are to be considered enemies of The Lone Alliance, furthermore the Lone Alliance declares "Open Season" upon any sort of aid towards the horrid excuse of a nation known as Doomingsland, We warn Clandonia Prime that any further attempts at sneaking military equipment in will result in even harsher reprisals," unquote." "This statement showing a complete disregard to international law is bold and both unverving, putting some doubt on the Defense ministry." the reporter paused for a moment. "Prime minister Verta, speaking at his daily speech declared, "While the tactics were rushed it imperative that Doomingsland is not to be allowed to gain any further military equipment, while I do not support it I do understand the need for such drastic action."

"In related news a motion to declare a state of War upon Clandonia Prime was denied at a vote of 14 to 5."

-Repulser-
"One escort downed and Clandonia is already bitching about it." The tactical officer said giving two reports to Rainer. "Babies," Rainer responded, "and Idiots, did they think that we'd just let them walk right through, it's like some kid whining that they got spanked for trying to steal for the bully down the street." "Sir there have been further attacks against the Clandonia ships," the officer said. "Tell everyone to leave on merchant ship alive and to take prisoners."

Message to others assaulting the Doomingland allies:
Leave one merchant ship intact, we must capture it to prove that they are commiting aid to the nation, if not we will send divers to examine the wreckage

Clandonia Prime

15-06-2007, 21:07

Mediterranean Sea

The submarine that had foolishly upped scope had been spotted quickly, calling in the destroyer and the remaining frigates Merlin EH101 helicopter fitted out with anti-submarine weaponry. The submarines had launched a wave of torpedoes targeting the merchant ships, it was the perfect plan these infidels were destroying the evidence of any possible arms trafficking. The outer freighters now minus the protection of a frigate took several torpedo hits before the ASW helicopter began dragging its sonar buoy through the area detecting the submarine in a wolf pack formation corresponding to the warships to launch munitions as the second helicopter began dropping depth charges. The G4M6 now in the area had corresponded as its crew pushed the sonar buoys onto the rack now for dropping its orders were to drop its compliment of anti-submarine charges and to knock off any nearby ships with its ASM's before proceeding to refuel in Doomani controlled ViZon.

The sinking freighters had been the perfect plan, it was all falling into place as the survivors jumped into the water. Soaked but intact the ships were lost and so was the contents of the ships. Far to deep in this part of the sea for recovery by divers and unlikely to be much left after a few thermochemical grenades were chucked in before the doors were bolted, the worst they could find were melted chunks of metal. The small force knew they would be captured as the escorts wouldn't last long. Unsure of what these people would do to them, the marines had been fitted with tracking sensors under the skin encase they needed to be rescued, hopefully they could be found once activated.

Doomani Controlled Province of Italia

Royal Clandonian Army Engineers had been deployed to erect the huge defence HAND (http://z4.invisionfree.com/NSDraftroom/index.php?showtopic=183) canons that once ready would fire at the enemy forces. The massive shells had to be flown in on Sabre space planes. The AShP-1 Anti-shipping projectile and LRS-4, Advanced Long Range Anti-Shipping Projectile shells could easily hit the enemy forces. Construction could bring the four cannons in operation by the end of the weekend, without their nuclear reactors they had been supplied by Novacom with mobile Tesla generators a valued edition.

More air transporters were bringing in the teams and shells to be assembled for firing, the largest was over 15 metres long and was designed to destroy super dreadnoughts, able to target with its complex sensor package specific areas on a ship, Against smaller ships they were one shooters something the enemy would grow to fear. Munitions were to be brought into keep up with the massive demand including Khan missiles another anti-shipping speciality ordered to be given to the Doomanis if there was a need. In Clandonia the mobilisation was continuing, more ships, aircraft and munitions could be sent out from the amassed stockpiles from the King William Defence Line. Strike plans for bombing against The Lone Alliance were also being drawn up, the Sabre and Sariel force would be ideal for such a mission with their stealthy design hoping to destroy their weak economy. Although a declaration of war had not been given the Clandonian government expected it and so did the military, by the end of the month the navy would be fully mobilised and the reserves would have finished basic training, with the small standing army potentially not enough in a conflict of this scale it was a 'just encase' scenario.

Defence officials had met with the war cabinet and spoke of being ready within two months for a war, mobilisation was not being rushed unlike other ways to reduce economic damage and to ensure it was a thorough. Companies were well area of their duty to the Crown and male workers were to be expected to be ready at any time along with women for supply work. Numerous bulk orders of tickets on airlines had been ordered by the military, Imperial Clandonian Airlines happy to do their duty for King and Country with its many Sabres ready for transporting the Expeditionary armies of the Crown to defend Italia.

Novacom

15-06-2007, 21:36

OOC: As per Doom and Clan's Request

"The Situation cannot continue as is,” Retorted Minister Beckett in response, indignant that the current situation had been allowed to progress this far

Agreed, this is far too close for comfort, at this rate the conflict will already spiral out of control, believe me simulations have indicated as much," Izalian added emphatically tapping the desk in front of her as if to emphasise the source available to her if any wanted to continue arguing against the point.

Incoming DataStream,” an electronic voice filtered throughout the chamber, and the centre of the room shivered as the glass projection from the ceiling shimmered with light, the image had a faint green tint to it, Novan Caligraphs ran along the sides and strings of numbers ran across the top, the image smoothly zoomed in on a sight, the death of the Clandonian Vessels, clearly seen being sunk by Anti-Shipping Missiles from the Lone Alliance.

The Silence was the loudest thing to ever permeate this chamber, hard stares drank in the sinking of the vessel, each face calculating the implications of this, “This decides it then, We cannot allow an ally to be attacked,” came the call of Minister Izalien, her soft voice now stern and commanding, it echoed throughout the chamber in an indignant tone, “I propose we vote on this issue, we cannot allow our allies to be assaulted in clear sight of our peripherary patrols, next thing we know Novesia itself will be under siege,”

The words evoked swift action, a sound of loud slinks filled the air as each of the assembled reached forwards to press a button on their consoles, Denteth cast a cursorily glance at his terminal before rising, his tunic falling around him, “The Matter is decided, Minister Izalien you are to direct the forces to contain this threat, sweep them from the Atlantic and do not allow these fools to break out of the Mediterranean, Minister Hugoro, alert the Clandonians to our involvement, gather the allied fleets at Zukneval Haitzerika, it’s well suited to their brand of equipment, Minister Beckett, I want you to increase Production to maximum, the rest of you keep your departments running, Minister Atachen, increase your person ells vigilance I don’t want anybody unauthorised getting in, if they don’t have ID Incarcerate them, if they prove hostile do what is necessary, do not allow anything to be disrupted,” these were clearly orders, his voice a heated tone, his poise one of contained fury he would not allow the horrors of the past to happen again, never again would the people know a Valjsguard, let now loose the storm for they have sown the seed, and now it bears fruit, now he unleashed the great Tide, he gave the order and the people would obey as if tasked by a loving father in the name of a beloved son.

Sometime afterwards the effects of this meeting were obvious, though Novan territory as ever an intelligence black hole, even a fool could not ignore that the already intense patrols around Novan territorial waters in the Atlantic Tarkellzion Cruisers in addition to a number of other vessels moved to the east, all around the nation stockpiled Tokons came to life as they took to the skies, Temeltean’s were abroad, shipping extra supplies to where they would be needed most, and a small flotilla of Tarkellzion Cruisers, who were more akin to battleships in armaments and like all Novan vessels equipped with Hangars had met up with a large Clandonian fleet to escort them against any interdiction, with Tokons above patrolling the skies, with Tavrams upon the surface and Skaaroms under the surface, this triad of automated designs protected against any unwelcome intruders, a few Exktvar Air Cruisers had already went ahead, carrying Clandonian Technicians and several pieces of exotic equipment that they called HAND Cannons, and preparations were being made to make them functional on several of the nearest Portress Isles on the Eastern Frontier, extra time had to be allowed for Novan Mechnicians to aid the Clandonians with the power needs of these devices, due to the nature of Tesla Technology however these cannons would not be having a blackout any time soon, especially as Minister Izalien had stead fast refused to allowed any Nuclear Reactors brought into Novan Territory.

Novan Soldiers moved out in preparation, as a further deployment was anticipated, while a policy of limited warfare would have been advocated in any other state, the Novan’s accepted through their virtue of common sense that this would not be so, the enemy needed to be dealt with, allies could not be casually assaulted while within reach of the protective Aegis of Novacom, and the Patrols around expected combat areas were actually thinned of anything with a crew, and beefed up with surplus Tokons.

"Honestly, where did all common sense go these days"
Suprainister Decries lack of sense in foreign military in relation to diplomacy

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The Suprainister earlier today in a nationwide address

Earlier today the Council of Ministers took active steps to protect our Ally Clandonia Prime against hostile aggression today, and called for the people to prepare for the worst, as the situation at Gibraltar escalated in an unusual way as Clandonian Merchant ships were sunk earlier today with the exception of the last one which retreated before it could be destroyed meeting up with elements of the Third Patrol Fleet, despite hostile Posturing by the owning nations of the forces that attacked the vessel, the Government is steadfast in it’s line of protecting it’s allies.

When we asked Minister Izalien Jhanhus for her thoughts on the situation she promptly replied, “Originally this was a storm in a teacup but when the sinking of neutral shipping was so callously ordered is when things look set to get worse, especially in consideration of the perpetrator being a nation with a noted history of sponsoring Terrorism to further it’s own ends in a thoughtless practise of short-sighted action, Rest assured I have every intention of hoping to bring this situation to a peaceful close, even if the methods that brought it about involve force of arms, The issue was voted on unanimously after we observed the footage as it happened, and I am immensely proud of the Third Escort fleet and the actions of Vistakal Hoitas and the NMS Tarkenzay, NMS Maintelvan and the NMS Kovhala in defending a friend in need in the face of needless aggression in their actions in aid of the SS Whiskey Horse.”

Political Analysts have stated that the situation is in grave danger of spiralling out into a potentially dangerous regional conflict and have even suggested that this may be a war without restriction or bound, considering the somewhat liberal use of Chemical and Biological Weapons.

The Lone Alliance

15-06-2007, 22:15

-LAN-
"In another statement today the defense ministry responded to Novacom accusations of unlawful aggression by stating, "Clandonia wasn't fooling anyone." "Anyone with an IQ above 80 could tell that Clandonia Prime was aiding Doomingland, either Novacom is run by idiots or that they are in fact looking for a reason to imperialize on the situation. We warn that any attempts at NBC actions will result in a full counterstrike, we offer further evidence of their guilt of the fact that Clandonia Prime has ordered their ships scuttled, in the obivious attempt to cover up their crime, aiding a nation in the time of war means you have, in effect, declared war on us, with the latest spy satelite evidence of the area it has been proven that Clandonia is indeed supplying Doomingland by air, proving that they had been planning to aid them long before they even sent their ships in in the pathetic attempt to disguise it."
"Upon reports of accusations of supporting terrorism the response was."
"Again more imperialist garbage, if anyone can remember the last fool who declared terrorism was Atne Pavelic, which as you all know, was the insane idiotic leader of the nation of Kravania and assumed to be the worst past dictator in the world." "I would seriously hope that Novacom would have more sense then Pavelic.

In other news Prime Minister Verta made a statement for calm stating "I am willing to speak privately with the leadership of Clandonia Prime and Novacom, I believe that both militaries are looking for an excuse to warmonger and I cannot stand for it much longer."

Theoroshia

16-06-2007, 01:37

New Russia, Capital of Theoroshia

The Emperor, while not really the head of the government, was privy to any and all matters that the real power that be, Director Yuriy, could see. Therefore, when news of an attack on a innocent, if somewhat shady, Clandonian Prime reached him, he was appalled. He immediately got in contact with the Director and the Party, and being close friends with Yuriy, asked (if somewhat forcefully) what was going on.

The Director replied calmly, "We are sending a message to Clandonian Prime even as we speak. We have no quarrel against them, Comrade. And therefore why should we fight them?"

The Emperor was relieved that this Party, unlike others before them, was indeed a smart group of people.

*
OFFICIAL COMMUNIQUE

To: Clandonia Prime
Re: Attacks

While our nation may be engaged with MassPwnage and Doomingsland, we do not agree with the attacks on your supply fleet. Whether you were delivering weapons to the enemy or not is not a cause for attack. We understand this, and offer our condolences to lives lost in that attack.

We hope you understand that we, representing the entire nation of Theoroshia, did not agree or know about any attack on your vessels until it happened.

However, should you attack Jarridian forces who have yet to take a stance on this situation, we would have to act. They our are allies, and we hope you understand that as well.

Good day, Comrades.

Emperor Brankovich
Director Koslov

Xeraph

16-06-2007, 13:41

Seth was pacing like a madman. He was waiting on the report that would confirm the sinking of the Clandonian merchant vessals. All knew that the attack had been launched and all were hoping that the subs had gotten out of range before enemy destroyers went into anti-sub mode.

Vlad and John burst through the door. "Any word?"

As Seth was about to answer, the commscreen lit up with a red flashing light notifying them of a top-priority message. As the Regents of Xeraph stood around the screen, they read the report with increasing gratification.

The Royal Xeraphian WolfPack had a success rate of 87%, which included a few of the Clandonian escorts. Clandonian efforts to counter-attack stood at two subs lost, two more unaccounted for.

"Acceptable losses, gentlemen. Regrettable, but acceptable," said John.

"Agreed," said Vlad. Those Clandonian bastards won't be reinforcing anyone anytime soon. Any survivors needing to be rescued?"

Seth glanced at the screen. "All of the Xeraphians went down with their ship. Multiple Clandonian naval personnel survived, approximately 116 total."

"Are any enemy units headed towards them?"

"Not at this time. Shall we take a shot at picking them up?" asked Vlad.

Seth looked at the other two Regents. "We're gonna take a shot, alright. I'm ordering a half-dozen Vipers off the carrier HOMEWARD to the area to kill every one of the Clandonian sailors. Two squadrons of Cobras are to provide cover from enemy intrusion."

There was total silence in the War Room. "You can't be serious, Seth. These are unarmed civilians, not military personnel. That's not war...it's murder", said Vlad.

Seth looked him right in the eye. "And the fucking arms they were transporting to enemy positions were intended to kill Xeraphians, Jarridians, and the rest of the Allied Forces. Fuck 'em! They played with fire, and they got burnt. That'll teach 'em to fuck with us!"

Vlad and John glanced at each other. John spoke. "Very well. What's done is done. We're going to need to increase our presence in the Atlantic after this little incident. Barcelona online?"

"Yes, ready to deploy."

"Good. Message to the commanders to attack all MP, Doom, and CP vessals. Additionally, I've received word that Novacom may come to the aid of the enemy. That makes 'em OUR enemy. I want the OBP's to scan Novacom and send alerts every 20 minutes."

Things were indeed heating up....................

Tarlag

16-06-2007, 14:14

Aboard H.D.S. Hazel Stone FC 1709

Lt. Simko lowered his Binoculars and turned to the ships commander who was studying the surface search radar. "Sir there are men in the water, probably from those scuttled freighters."
"Communications any work from their escorts?"
"No Sir, they seem to be after those subs that fired on them probably an Xeraph wolf pack that was in the area."
" Damn armatures our boys would of taken them out at 10,000 meters and just slipped away. Mr. Simko launch whale boats one and two and pick up survivors."
"What about the Escorts? with us and the Cole here they might be a little trigger happy."
"Inform the Clandonia ships we are here to pick up survivors and intern them until the hostilities are over. I also what them to know if they take any hostile action against us we will return fire."
"Yes Sir."
"Forward gun and Slamm ER missile battery lock on closest Clandonia vessel. If they so much as look at us the wrong way fire for effect."
"Communications Raise those A-10s and SU-33s they sent and have them cover the whale boats."
"Sir when we get them on board what do we do with them?"
"Simple we treat them as we would treat any other rescued sailor. Of coure if a few get turned over to the Order for questioning those are the breaks."

Jarridia

16-06-2007, 18:17

Classis Italia, Western Mediterranean: Approaching Barcelona

Classis Italia had finally come within range of her intended target: the City of Barcelona. In the time that it had taken them to get into position, the city's garrison had been considerably reinforced by foreign troops. Little did they know, they were playing right into the hands of Admiral Cassius Quintus Dio. Barcelona, after all, was a city. The more troops that one poured into it, the more crowded it became; as a result, each individual shell thrown into the city would take more lives and cause more destruction than it otherwise would have.

The sheer amount of firepower possessed by Classis Italia's Heavy Surface Combatant Squadron would be enough to level the city in what was likely less than an hour's time, and the size of the ordnance they'd be throwing at the city would be more than enough to completely obliterate buildings to the point where their rubble was indefensible, collapse deep basements, and make the city as a whole utterly unlivable.

"Range," bellowed Admiral Dio, ashes falling from the cigar hanging out of the corner of his mouth to the meticulously polished floor.

"One hundred miles, sir."

Dio's reserved manner did not change even with the good news. Taking a puff of the cigar, he breathed the smoke out of his nose. The humming of electronics created a nearly defeaning array of background noise within the St. Michael's combat information center.

His scarred face illuminated by his own cigar amidst the dark command room, lit by dim blue lights, he furrowed his brow.

"Outstanding. You have permission to torch the city, Mr. Servius," he replied calmly, taking the cigar out of his mouth for a moment and reclining in his seat.

"Aye, sir," his XO replied with a devilish grin, nodding to the weapons officer to commence bombardment.

Dio, meanwhile, switched on his headset and spoke into the microphone, setting it to address the entire fleet,

"Attention all hands, this is the commanding officer. For too long have these unbelievers been allowed to taint these sanctified waters with their pagan filth. This shall be no more," he growled, "The Lord has commanded us to beat down the infidel with His righteous fury in as brutal a fashion as possible, and we shall deliver! All vessels, commence bombardment. Raze the city to the ground. DEUS VULT!" he roared.

The entire fleet erupted in uproarious cheering as the first volley was unleashed. The scene was magnificent; sunlight glistened over the blue waters of the Mediterranean as fire belched from the primary armament of every ship in Classis Italia's heavy squadron virtually simultaneously, creating a booming roar that could easily deafen a man. The amount of firepower being put into Barcelona was simply obscene: forty 27.5” guns, seventy-two 25” guns, forty-eight 20” guns, one hundred-twenty 18” guns, and four-hundred fifty 12” guns sounded off across the fleet, sending their enormous jet-assisted, guided shells screaming into the sky towards their distant targets.

The larger guns, the 27.5” and 25” guns, had the most important duty of the moment: the destruction of the Jarridian Fleet. These guns were trained exclusively on Jarridian naval vessels; the sheer size and power of these shells meant that they’d be able to consistently obliterate enemy vessels with only a few hits or less. These guns targeted enemy battleships and aircraft carriers in order to destroy the main threat early on. Supporting the gunnery action against the Jarridian navy were anti-ship missile launches off the decks of nearly every vessel in the fleet. The missiles in question were AC-250 Redemption anti-shipping missiles, the modern version of the Caesar anti-shipping missiles being used by the Jarridians.

The Caesar ASM was, in fact, a Doomani design; how it had fallen into the hands of the Jarridians in such numbers was up for debate, but the current favored theory was that they had been supplied by the Generians, who were known to field large numbers of the missile. Luckily, these missiles were outdated by Doomani standards; the modern Redemption missile, on the other hand, was a lethal piece of weaponry, battle-proven against several world-class navies. Unlike the flawed Caesar missile, which could only go 100 knots (and utilized a complex magneto-hydrodynamic engine), the Redemption clocked in at speeds in excess of three hundred knots, making it far more difficult to intercept; other improvements included modern inertial navigation on top of other sensors among other things. Over three thousand of the missiles were launched, ensuring the waters would be thoroughly saturated with the deadly torpedoes, which would drop into the water eighty to sixty miles from their target before initializing their supercavitating engines.

Medium-weight guns, the 18” and 20” weapons, had the honor of letting loose on nearby air bases, RADAR stations, and concentrations of troops and armored vehicles. Their goal was to keep the enemy air force from putting more fighters in their air by turning the runways and support facilities into massive craters while simultaneously blinding the enemy fighters already in the air by destroying their RADAR; finally, they targeted enemy troop and tank concentrations and defenses within the city itself, aiming to completely wipe them out.

Finally, the 12” guns, the most numerous of the naval artillery, were trained on the city itself. Although they were the smallest guns involved in the bombardment, they still put out an enormous shell that was capable of easily obliterating buildings while managing to collapse deep basements, ensuring everything that lived within their target areas would be entombed or vaporized in their bombardment. These guns targeted enemy artillery and missile installations and the city itself (which would likely also possess a large number of enemy troops), aiming to simply raze it to the ground. Also targeted were enemy troop concentrations, which were also being targeted by the 18” and 20” guns.

As soon as the 18” and 20” guns had fired their first volley on the runways and air bases, they would switch targets, firing on the city itself and enemy troop concentrations in order to ensure that maximum casualties were inflicted.

In the mean time, combat air patrols were maintained over the fleet. Escorts were placed out in front of the bombardment squadron in order to ensure that they would remain untouched by enemy retaliation, as well. All in all, things looked bleak for the city of Barcelona…

General Paulo had, of course, anticipated a Doomani attack on Barcelona. Since the final word came that Mediport was no more, he had immediately called upon forces from Portugal, as well as everyone in Barcelona itself to prepare for an assault. If Doomingsland thought they could catch Jarridia off-guard, they had another thing coming. Since Mediport had been so locked up over the past years, Barcelona was the place that Jarridia continued to pump military might into. Although any consistent barrage of a city would mean enormous losses, there was still reason to stand and fight. Should Barcelona fall, Jarridia's presence in the Mediterranean would end.

The Jarridia flag waved high on this evening. The wind was unusually strong and the flag whipped at a perfect horizontal. General Paulo looked around the command center, taking another long drink from a glass of Bourbon he had poured not long ago. He leaned back at his chair and closed his eyes. He could feel that tonight was the night. The Doomani movement was not a surprise, though there quickness in getting to Barcelona was astounding. Paulo entended to make this a battle, so if the city fell, atleast Doomingsland wouldn't have all that much to go home with.

The screen of the radar lightened up instantly, small dots, unmarked travelled across the screen. Paulo sat up straight, his right hand man, Chris Xavier shouted through his headgear "We've got mulitple bogies incoming...from all sides it seems sir!

The General gave a quick grin, "Well don't just sit and look at me, send the orders. Prepare for attack."

"Aye sir, at once." Xavier flicked the reciever on, sirens began blaring all across the city, luckily a lot of the population had been ushered out to Portugal before the war began, but there was still a significant amount of Jarridians within the city that would make their way into their underground bunkers. "Attention all Units respond. Prepare for attack, this is not a drill."

Paulo walked towards the balcony of the command center, which sat towards the back of the city in the primary Jarridian base. The light just above the horizon was incredible. All of the materials that the Doomani had fired...was near breathtaking. He took a long, final sip of the Bourbon before throwing the glass towards the ground.

Meanwhile, along the shore, everything had been pre-prepared for attack. The naval ships had been primarily deserted, except for the few needed to arm the guns, both short and long range. When the call came out to prepare for the Doomani attack, the incoming bogies was already well-defined in the sky. Immediately all 500 AGM 250 anti-shipping missiles were fired into the sky to make their journey to the Doomani naval fleet. Jarridian air forces had been ordered to the sky earlier in the day, but more had been scrambled to protect the sovereignty of the airways and take out as many of the incoming stategic forces as possible. An Arsenal of Jarridian fighters, including 85 GIF-101 Air Superiority Fighters were ordered to head out over the waters and commence attacking Doomani fleets, primarily internal communications on carriers, and aircraft in the air and on the carriers.

As the Doomani bombardment commenced, explosions along the seaport and through the central city could be seen and heard from all over. Jarridian anti-missile fire commenced, knocking out a lot of those fired from the Doomani, but collateral damage still occured in the densely populated areas. The navy was indeed destroyed, but not before the long range guns could get numerous vollies out directed towards Doomani command and frontline ships.

The city was taking damage, and was sustaining that damage at the same time. The runways had taken some of the most, since the first round of volleys had come their way, but this wouldn't be a problem. Anti-aircraft and anti-missile fire filled the sky, in an attempt to prevent any further damage to their airports and Jarridian Armed Units. The battle raged on into the night, but by the looks of things, Barcelona would, at this time, live to see another day.

Tarlag

16-06-2007, 22:46

Ensign Peter De' Traveler got into whale boat number one. The young De'Traveler was the commanding officer in charge of the two boats heading out to pick up survivors. Along with him in the boat were Chief Petty Officer Catina Wilson, a navy rescue diver, and two seaman guards. The other boat contained another CPO and two rescue swimmers in addition they had two more armed sailors.
CPO Wilson looked up to see the young Ensign getting into the boat just before in cast off. "Excuse me Sir, I thought LT. JG. Meadows was taking charge?"
The young man smiled "Meadows was feeling a bit under the weather so I took his place. Any problem with that Chief?"
" No Sir, just if the captain finds out that you left the ship he will have my ass."
" Duel noted Chief, My Uncle can't keep me out of the action for ever."
"He can do anything he Damn well wants, he is the Duke. one question Sir, how did you ever get assigned to this rattle trap and not one of the big carriers or battleships?"
"Simple, both my Uncle and Step father served on this ship after the academy. So they figured it was good enough for me. I also think they believed that this ship would never see front line action. Enough of this Chief lets get out their and rescue some people." With that he took a position amid ship and begin filming the rescue on his camcorder.

Tarlag

17-06-2007, 13:24

The men in the water looked to be a pitiful lot. They clustered in small groups floating in life vests among small patches of oil and dabre waiting for a rescue from their countrymen they knew would never come. They looked with fear at the two foreign ships not knowing if they were here to rescue them or finish the job the Allies had started. From the closest ship the floating men saw two twenty five foot whale boats approach.
Ensign De'Traveler stood on the bow of the whaleboat and put the bull horn to his mouth. "Attention men in the water. We will be throwing life rafts over the side and inflating them. please get in them then we will tow them back to our ships. Any of your wounded will be brought aboard our boats and treated.
Any military personal among you will after being treated and fed will be transferred to Tarlag where you will be well treated as a prisoner of war until your release and repatriation can be secured. All the civilians will be interned until you can be sent to a neutral third party for the duration of the conflict." With the ending of his little speech the crews of the boats began throwing the rafts over the side as the rescue swimmers went over the side to help the wounded.

Abroad H.D.S. Hazel Stone

Mr. Simko stood by the air search radar talking to the operator."Captain, you may want to look at this."
The Captain left the forward part of the bridge where he was observing the rescue operation. "Report Mr. Simko."
" Air search has a formation of aircraft in coming. IFF has painted them as Xeraph, but they seem to be coming in on attack pattern."
The Captain thought for a moment " Most likely going after the remaining Clandonia ships. Communications let those incoming aircraft know we are in the area conducting rescue operations"
"Aye Sir, message is sent."

Clandonia Prime

17-06-2007, 22:44

Mediterranean Sea

With a frigate and the four cargo ships now resting on the bottom of the Sea, the two surviving escorts had fled at full speed hoping to meet up with the larger Doomani forces to be escorted to safer waters and await the arrival of the main Clandonian Grand Expeditionary Fleet. The mixture of survivors were in a variety of states, survivors of torpedo blasts jumping into the water in survival suits and the life rafts. Bedragled and with the few Royal Clandonian Marine contingents who were left were worried, fearful of being executed to be made as an example. Only two captains from the merchant ships had with no officers from the military in the survivors it would be left to the NCO's to keep the troops in order but with no weapons the war was over for them.
Watching as the advancing ships approached, they had been in the water for nearly an hour now, cold and hoping for rescue from friendly forces it was too late now. The men were frightened but didn't show it, huddling together the marines ready if need be to fight fist to fist if they were attacked. Civilians knowing that they would be treated well if they complied scrambled onto the rafts. High in orbit a Sabre space plane had moved up, scrambled to observe the goings with its high resolution real time camera. Streaming the footage back to Clandonia where anxious naval commanders watched. Vengeance could be theirs soon enough once the HAND cannons in Italia were complete, the infidel navies would be annihilated in one swift strike.

With Novacom a strong Clandonian ally offering their Atlantic Ports Clandonian naval forces once mobilisation was completed would begin moving in, already dozens of supply squadrons were sailing in supplies ready to stock up up for a war. The government was negotiating with various companies to arrange heavy lift and transport to bring in the supplies for a war, more HAND cannons were being flown in to Novacoms ports to defend them as well as more shells destined for Italia. The government had feared prisoners being used as a bargaining chip but the changing situation had revived jingoism, from lower to upper class Clandonian's were ready to support the war, this was now personal war was in the air, servicemen in uniforms were becoming common sites in cities across the country. The government call for volunteers for an enlarged army had been met well, reports suggested an extra two million could be ready in four months, eager to fight and if need be die for their country.

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Government Reinstates 1758 Imperial Merchant Shipping Protection Act

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Warships have now been attached to all Clandonian merchant shipping

From the New Clanon City Times
Front Page

The government announced today that the reinstatement of the 1758 Imperial Merchant Shipping Protection Act that attaches Clandonian warships to all private shipping that flies the Clandonian flag. This act the government said will protect shipping from hostile attack after the incident in the Mediterranean which saw the loss of four merchant cargo vessels under the ownership of the Clandonia East India Company. The company welcomed the move and praised the government for its support, the company says several of its sailors and their Royal Marine contingent have believed to have been captured by Tarlagian forces. The company is actively seeking the return of their civilian personal and they expect a transfer to a neutral country will occur.

The Clandonian ally of Novacom also voiced its support for Doomingsland, Prime Minister David Sistilin praised the Suprainister and thanked Novacom for its offer of support. Clandonian forces continue to mobilise as the likelihood of all out war against the anti-Doomani Coalition grows. Parliament is expected to break its summer break for an emergency session on Friday afternoon which many suggest will announce the formal vote for war and likely an official declaration. If war is announced the government can enforce a variety of Crown Acts which will grant special powers to the military and government to fight a war. Experts are warning this may be the biggest war the UKCP has seen and with rising tensions with NATO between Questers a Clandonian ally another front is not needed, many in the Clandonian government have expressed little interest to pursue a war with Gholgoth. Special powers could include the seizing of private assets for war funds, the crash building of battleships and ordering the drafting of millions into the forces, strategists still say such extreme measures are highly unlikely.

Theoroshia

18-06-2007, 02:11

New Russia, Capital of Theoroshia

The press conference was under way. Although the Director was really the leader, the Emperor had wanted and been allowed to make this speech.

"To all of our allies;

In regards to the war, we have been doing well. Many of our allies have been pounding enemy naval forces in the Strait of Gibraltar, while our units have been reinforced with new ships built in our ports. On the ground in Barcelona, we have been reinforcing our position for some time with newer weapons. In the skies, our new Y-1 and K-1 fighters and bombers are wreaking havoc on enemy forces, while our older yet still functional MiG-29's and Backfires are taking their toll.

However, yesterday I learned of an attack on unarmed vessels of Clandonian origin. They had no offensive weapons, except for a few transport cruisers, and were presumed to be carrying weapons and supplies to the enemy. They were attacked, and soldiers and civilians died.

My question to our allies is this: why? Even if they were transporting supplies to the enemy, they were still neutral in the war. Many nations who favor our side yet don't want to get involved militarily transport supplies to us, yet you don't see the enemy killing them because they are neutral.

I have come before the nation to ask this question not only to my fellow Comrades, but to my allies as well. How can we justify the killing of civilians?"

With that, the Emperor excused himself and went to his "super" office, the Premier Office. He sat and waited by the phone, waiting for a response.

The Lone Alliance

18-06-2007, 03:07

-Lone Alliance Military pushes for further actions-
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Lone Alliance BattleCarrier under Production
The Military is pushing for more funding, more specificly into submarine and assault capabilites. With large scale production of the current military infanstructure and the current rapid training currently underway, this funding would increase the Navy's fleet by 1/3 of it's current number, mostly in the areas of Submarine abilities. This turn of events has suprised many, since until recently, submarine strategy was considered an improper cowardly way to fight, this is but one of many shifts in tactics that the military has been going through lately. Still now top secret rumors of a newer air defense system has been kepting many on their toes, as well as worrying anti-war activists.

~Local~
Prime Minister Verta gave a further statement on the so called "Clandonai Incident," quoting it a "Tragic incident but one that Clandonia brought among themselves." He also puts in a citation against the Field Marshal Mckay on his improper demands of the government. Further info later.

Regrading the Clandonia Incident, Lone Alliance military command brushed aside the questions of the Emperor of Theoroshia stating, "Tell that to all those who died from Doomingland actions, tell that to the civilians that Clandonia Prime once sold into slavery. A neutral nation can not expect to waltz through a battlefield to deliver weapons to the enemy. Could you imagine what that would have been like in a Land battle? Some 'civilian' allowed to drive a truck full of guns right across no mans land to give to the enemy? I don't think so."

Theoroshia

18-06-2007, 04:59

New Russia, in the Premier Office

The Emperor smiled at the message. Both were right in military sense, yet which decision was morally correct? He shrugged. He had told the Clandonians what he thought and felt, and hopefully they would reply. He had no quarrel with them.

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Kruschev, Port City

The new aircraft carriers, the Kruschev's, were finally beginning to be finished. Three had been produced, and each of the massive beasts could hold up to 135 fighters/bombers/AWACs, and held anti air and anti ship weapons. The only problem was the price. Still, with the economy of Theoroshia faring well due to the recent increase in jobs, it was an almost easy expense.

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Barcelona - Theoroshian Positions

The modified Katyusha's fired as many missiles as could be brought over by supply ships at enemy ships offshore, and the smoke on the horizon began to show the signs of success on the Katyusha's part.

Also, a line of cement and dirt fortifications spanned the friendly positions, with machine gun emplacements, barbed wire, and mines in front of the positions. Hidden anti tank guns and snipers were scattered everywhere, and T-7 Centaur light tanks hid in any cover possible, waiting for the chance to prove their worth. T-90's and T-80's stood on the second like of defense, ready to cover the infantry in the first line of defenses. BMP-3's also stood ready, in case the infantry needed to evacuate, which wasn't likely. The Theoroshian force was might indeed.

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Strait of Gibraltar

The Ural class heavy missile cruisers were proving to be a valuable asset. With fourteen box launchers and six conventional cruise missile launchers, they could fire 5606 missiles per ship, and with a total of twenty, it was a massive volley of missiles that could be fired. However, ten ships were still en route to friendly positions, so ten Urals and twenty one Dunkerques were the only missile ships in the area.

A squadron of ten Tigers had been scrapped up from the Reserve Fleet, and were being sent up. Soon, the Strait of Gibraltar would be alive with over sixty Theoroshian Naval vessels.

Xeraph

18-06-2007, 14:09

Lt. Col. Von Strasse radioed his attack force. "Alright gentlemen, we're in range of the Clandonian survivors. Reported are approximately 116 in the water. Our ally Tarlag have commenced rescue ops. Our orders are to eliminate the remainder. Questions?"

Quiet for a few seconds, then Wing Commander Jenkins crackled through the headsets. "Colonel, are we really gonna do this? This isn't war, this is murder. What in hell are the Regents thinking?"

The other pilots chimed in their similar thoughts. Von Strasse answered. "Gentlemen, I just wanted to hear it from you. This is a barbaric act, unfit for the Royal Xeraphian Airforce to proceed into. If the regents want to play the 'tough guy', let 'em do it with somebody else. All units are hereby ordered to stand down orders to kill Clandonian survivors."

All six Vipers veered off attack sequence, and the two squadrons of support aircraft waggled their wings in agreement. All proceeded SSE to the Barcelona airfields, not to the carriers from which they launched.

"Gentlemen, today we have upheld Xeraphian integrity. I will assume full responsibility for the decision. Von Strasse out."

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Regent Sethanis read the reports coming in over the commscreen, and his face grew dark with rage. "Sonsabitches! They've disobeyed a direct order! I'll have them shot for sedition!"

Vlad and Prince John were standing across the room. "No, you won't. We are relieving you fron duty, Seth, and are placing you under house arrest. Guards. take the Regent to a holding cell. We will decide where he'll go later." The burly guards approached Sethanis, bowed, and lowered their weapons, indicating that one false move would be his last.

Sethanis was speechless with rage. All he could do was point at the Prince Regents with a malevolence that was unmistakable. He was surrounded by the Palace Guard, and was subsequently marched off to confinement.

John and Vlad looked at each other, relief evident in their faces. "That was too fuckin' close, John. It was a gamble that the Lt. Col. would hold to Xeraphian ideals. I'm proud of him."

Prince John agreed. "Yes, I concur. When Von Strasse gets to Barcelona, relay to him our congrats and inform him that he is to receive rewards for this most important action. Alaric may be gone, but his spirit is with us......"

Theoroshia

18-06-2007, 16:57

New Stalingrad, Theoroshia

The Director of the Military, Aleksayev Lashenovok, stared at the screen. On it were the numbers that represented the total forces in Barcelona and the Strait of Gibraltar, and the numbers were astounding.

Over sixty ships were in the strait, more than doubling the amount of ships that Theoroshia had in pre war times. He had almost had a heart attack when he had first seen the numbers.

27 Dunkerque class light missile cruisers
14 Ural class heavy missile cruisers
10 Viper class missile cruisers
7 Aegis class command cruisers
10 Demon class superdreadnoughts
7 Premier class aircraft carriers
2 Kruschev class super carriers
10 Tiger class diesel submarines
3 Minsk class nuclear submarines
24 Harrow class supply ships
6 Revocre class medical ships
12 Grinder class troop transports

Most of the ships had been pulled from the Reserve Fleet, but some had recently been built. Already, they were in or near the strait, doing their jobs.

The numbers on the ground in Barcelona were a tad bit higher, and the fact that they were so high in Theoroshian standards made him feel proud in the strong economy of Theoroshia

500 T-90s MBTs
400 T-80Bs MBTs
1,100 BMP-3s Infantry Fighting Vehicle
700 T-7 Centaurs Light Tanks (mounted on wheels)
300 Katyushas (including the modified ones)
800 AT-7 anti tank guns
1,800 infantry
1,000 support staff

The Director looked back up and out the window of his office. There was no doubt that with the support of their allies, they could - and would - win this war.

Doomingsland

18-06-2007, 19:07

Classis Italia, 100 Miles Off Barcelona

The bombardment was appearing to do quite a number on the city itself. Jarridian interceptor missiles and anti-aircraft fire were relatively ineffective against the naval artillery being used against the city; it was calculated that up to 10% of the shells at the very most were being deflected or intercepted by enemy fire, and it was very possible that that was an overstatement.

The fleet simply contined to pour shells into the city at the same astounding rate in order to raze every single building within its confines to the ground. However, the artillery that had been previously trained on Jarridian air fields were now redirected to target enemy ground troops; in particular, the Theoroshians. Their movements had not gone unnoticed. The fact that they were trying to hit the Doomani fleet from 100 miles away with Katyusha rockets (these rockets simply did not have the range to travel that far, let alone the accuracy to hit anything that far away) was enough for Admiral Dio to write them off as completely incompetant, but they still had thousands of troops and hundreds of tanks within the city itself that needed o be destroyed.

In total, one-hundred twenty 18" and a further forty-eight 20" naval guns were redirected to fire on the Theoroshians. Thus far they hadn't come under much bombardment; that would now change. The artillery targetted the entrenchments the Theoroshians constructed as well as their concentrations of armored vehicles; an individual 18" shell was enough to completely obliterate a large section of a trench and bury everyone around it, collapsing tunnels and bunkers alike from the sheer mass of the explosion; troops within individual foxholes would fare no better. With one hundred-twenty 18" guns and forty-eight even larger 20" guns targetting the Theoroshian forces within Barcelona and maintaining a constant bombardment (a comfortable five shells per minute per gun), they could not possibly last very long.

Meanwhile, the remaining Theoroshian vessels within the Mediterranean did not go unnoticed. A carrier task group covering Classis Italia's rear was the first to respond by sending its combat air patrol of three hundred ACI-73H Aquila II air superiority fighters to intercept the Theoroshian aircraft.

With the CAP extending fifty miles beyond the fleet as it was, they'd intercept the enemy aircraft long before they ever got within torpedo range. And the best part was, the enemy would never even see them coming. The Aquila II was, after all, undoubtedly the stealthiest purpose-built air superiority fighter in existance.

The Aquilae approached their targets, supercruising at speeds just exceeding mach one to keep their infrared signatures down while ensuring they'd approach relatively speedily. Because they were already between the enemy aircraft and the fleet, starting at a distance from the fleet that was out of the enemy's weapons range as it was, the enemy had no way of getting into weapons range of the fleet without running into the interceptors.

At a distance of one hundred-twenty miles, the fighters each unleashed a total of six mid-range AC-325 air-to-air missiles, targetting the Theoroshian fighters. The missiles would home in on the enemy fighters using a number of sensors, initially from the RADAR of friendly AWACS aircraft and ships to get them near the enemy aircraft before they went terminal, activating their own RADAR and homing in using that, their LIDAR/LADAR and their IR sensors to ensure that they'd find their marks, even if the enemy attempted to use countermeasures.

The fighters themselves were stealthy enough that, at the distance they were firing from, the enemy fighters would have virtually no chance at all in detecting them. Not even ship-based RADAR would have much of a chance in picking them up. It would seem as if the missiles had come out of nowhere to the Theoroshians. Immediately upon launching, the fighters broke formation and scattered to ensure that even if the enemy were somehow able to find exactly where the missiles were launched from, there wouldn't be anything there to shoot at.

The Jarridian aircraft were countered in the same manner with a little difference; they had a total of six hundred Aquilae launching missiles at them instead of the meager three hundred the Theoroshians were dealing with. On top of that, ship-launched surface-to-air missiles, numbering in the thousands, were launched at the incoming Jarridian aircraft, utilizing similar sensor criteria as the air-to-air missiles to ensure a kill on their target.

The Caesar missile attack by the Jarridians was a totally different story. As mentioned before, the AGM-250 was an outdated missile, one with many design flaws that had been addressed with the Redemption anti-shipping missile. However, it was still by no means an ineffective weapon. While Doomani supercavitating CIWS was able to intercept the vast majority of the relatively slow torpedoes, the ones that got through caused immense damage on the picket ships. Eighteen torpedoes managed to get through; these generated eighteen kills, sending destroyers and frigates to the bottom of the Mediterranean in mere seconds, splitting them in half with their massive warheads.

The Theoroshian attack was much more easily countered; all thirty cruise missiles were easily overwhelmed by Doomani anti-missile defenses and shot down before they even got near the fleet. (OOC:I need a little more info on those ‘mini-missiles’ of your’s so I can put in some realistic losses for those)

At the same time the Theoroshian ships were launching their strike on the Doomani fleet, Classis Italia retaliated by launching a total of one hundred Redemption anti-shipping missiles at what few ships they still had within the Mediterranean. As mentioned before, the missiles would approach the enemy fleet at low altitude, dropping into the water within forty miles where the torpedo section would take over, supercavitating at over three hundred knots to close with and obliterate their targets. They had made short work of the Jarridian fleet defending Barcelona minutes earlier; chances were, the much smaller and more poorly equipped Theoroshian fleet wouldn’t last nearly as long.

Zepplin Manufacturers

18-06-2007, 19:20

-A DECLARATION OF LIMITED CORPORATE WARFARE IN THE GIBRALTAR THEATRE-

Megacity Aerospace Combat Assets inc. shall engage in limited warfare and mercenary acts with intent to do harm within this theatre. All civilian transport crossing this area and insurance brokers are thus warned.

Primary objectives being:
The security and survival of Doomani allied assets within the Gibraltar theatre of operations.
The termination or removal of hostile forces from the theatre by all possible non strategic means within the reasonable capability and issued budget of MASA.
The establishment of the security of the theatre as long as is reasonably possible or until 120 days have passed.

Primary limitations being:
The non violation of civilian protection protocols,
The non use of strategic arms (any singular non conventional device deemed over 1 kiloton)
The non use of chemical or biological lethal agents
The non use of orbital arms

1. A ZMI citizen mercenary shall have the right to be a combatant or a prisoner of war with equivalent circumstances to conventional combatants. Any attempt to alter equivalent circumstances or engage in reprisals shall be met with in both fiscal and physical kind.
2. A ZMI citizen mercenary is any person who:

(a) is specially recruited and licences holding individual citizen of the incorporated state who in order to fight for personal gain in an armed conflict does so under the flag of a ZMI corporate entity
(b) does, in fact, take a direct part in the hostilities; tertiary support staff such as medical and legal staff are examples of those who do not and are thus deemed ZMI civilians engaged in private and legal enterprise and thus avail themselves of the full protection of the state, primary combat troops, logistics and command and control staff are examples of those who do not.
(c) is motivated to take part in the hostilities essentially by the desire for private gain and, in fact, is promised, by or on behalf of a Party to the conflict, material compensation substantially in excess of that promised or paid to combatants of similar ranks and functions in the armed forces of that Party;
(d) is neither a national of a Party to the conflict nor a resident of territory controlled by a Party to the conflict;
(e) is not a member of the armed forces of a Party to the conflict; and
(f) has not been sent by a State which is not a Party to the conflict on official duty as a member of its armed forces.

WARNING! THE FOLLOWING ARE NON NEGOTIABLE INCORPORATED STATE CONFLICT MANAGEMENT PROTOCOLS, VIOLATORS SHALL BE PENALISED BY AUTOMATIC OPEN HOSTILE TARGETED TRADE ACTIONS DEEMED FIT BY THE EXECUTIVE.

ANY PARTY WHO ACTS AGAINST CORPORATE ASSETS EXO THEATRE VIOLATES THIS DECLARATION AND STARTS FULL SCALE ESCALATION AGAINST ALL BRANCHES OF THE INCORPORATED SECULAR STATE. IN SPECIFIC THE EXECUTIVE OF ANY PARTY WHO ACTS IN SUCH A MANNER SHALL BE BY ALL NECESSARY FORCE AND WITH REASONABLE CARE FOR COLLATERAL DAMAGE TERMINATED WITHOUT TRIAL OR DUE PROCESS. THIS SHALL BE EXPEDITED BY THE ISSUE OF AN AUTOMATIC BOUNTY OF 50 METRIC TONS OF GOLD BULLION FOR THE TERMINATION OF SAID VIOLATION.

ANY PARTY WHO ENGAGES IN THE USE OF STRATEGIC ARMS SHALL FIND THEMSELVES HELD ACCOUNTABLE IN THE LITERAL SENSE FOR SAID USE, THE GLOBAL DAMAGE TO THE FREE MARKET, THE TERMINATION OF CIVILIAN CASUALTIES AND INFRASTRUCTURE BOTH PRIMARY AND SECONDARY SHALL BE ENUMERATED AND COMPENSATION DEMANDED. HOWEVER MILITARY ASSETS AND INFRASTRUCTURE SHALL NOT BE CARRIED IN THIS EQUATION. IF COMPENSATION IS NOT MET HOSTILE SEIZURES OF ASSETS SHALL COMMENCE UNTIL (A) COMPENSATION AND RETURN OF SEIZURES OR (B) SEIZURES EQUATE VALUE OF COMPENSATION. COMPENSATION SHALL BE HELD BY A RECONSTRUCTION N.G.O. SET UP FOR THE SPECIFIC CONFLICT.

FOR THE ETERNAL INCORPORATED CITY STATE, THE CITIZEN SHAREHOLDERS, AND THE RIGHTS OF THE FREE MARKET.

Nueve Italia

18-06-2007, 21:16

Cítta Santo, Capital of Nueve Italia
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After reading the message sent out to the combatants in the Gibraltar area (which included the Nitalian 7th Battle Fleet), Antonio Orsini Gori, Emperor of Nueve Italia, decided to respond in kind ...
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Attention Megacity Aerospace Combat Assets, Inc.

In accordance with your declaration, I would like to draw note to Line 6, stating, and I quote,

'The termination or removal of hostile forces from the theatre by all possible non strategic means within the reasonable capability and issued budget of MASA.'

I am sure you are well aware that, by stating this as one of your primary objectives, you are including the Nueve Italian Imperial Navy's 7th Battle Fleet, currently engaging the Pwnage defenses at Gibraltar, as a target.

Such a declaration will not be tolerated. Any attack upon any element within the 7th Battle Fleet will be treated as an attack upon Nueve Italia, and we shall respond in kind.

We do not wish for another military conflict, however, we believe it is vital to preserve our troops against further hostilities when they are in such a situation already. We of Nueve Italia have no quarrel with your company, but there will be swift and immediate action taken if Nitalians come to harm within the Gibraltar theater due to actions taken by Megacity Aerospace Combat Assets, Inc.

The Nitalian government respects the rights of Megacity Aerospace Combat Assets, Inc., but also seeks to protect its citizens and soldiers. We hope that you respect this as well.

Antonio Orsini Gori

Emperor of the Holy Imperial Republic of Nueve Italia

The Lone Alliance

18-06-2007, 21:45

-Lone Alliance Response-
The Lone Alliance accepts this a statement of Hostility against Megacity Aerospace Combat Assets inc. We however question the fact that no nation will be allowed to engage your hostile assets outside the theatre, we would like you assurance that you will agree to your own demands. As for prisoners, mercenaries are 'unlawful combatants' and thus the government will have to convene to deterimne how they can be accepted under the Geneva conventions.

-Lone Alliance Overseas Sub Base 2-
The commander of the base stood up in a meeting of the current submarine fleet "As of 0100 hours Subs S2, S3, S8, S9, and S10 are ordered to the international waters off of Clandonia Prime You are to depart as soon as possible, Furthermore due to the recent declaration by Aerospace Combat Assets, subs S5, S7, S10, S11 and S15 are to be deployed to simply track any military assets. Thus breaking no rules yet assuring they will not get the drop on us."
"Any questions? Good, prepare to disembark."

~Other~
Any stockholders who were willing to sell Megacity Aerospace Combat Assets inc Stocks were soon approached by members of the New Ranoke Aerospace Corporation.

Doomingsland

18-06-2007, 22:05

Mediport, Italia (Occupied ViZion)

The transports carrying the Theoroshian prisoners touched down along the edge of the ruined harbor. The prisoners, still bound and hooded, were led out in an organized and timely manner. The soldiers assigned to the execution of this batch of POWs had already set up everything, having been sent the details on the incoming prisoners ahead of time.

All along the ruined harbor at an interval of ten yards were steel poles, seven feet high, jutting out of the ground along with footstools; one for each prisoner. The Theoroshian sailors were lined up at ten yard intervals and made to kneel in front of their assigned stake by the four man crew manning each execution sight. Simultaneously, their hoods were removed, giving them a view of the device they were sentenced to die upon.

The centurion overseeing the mass execution walked down the line, speaking over a bullhorn,

"You have all been convicted of high crimes against the Imperium, including illegal entry into Imperial territory, illegal warfare against the Imperium, biological warfare against the Imperium, murder of Imperial soldiers, et cetera, et cetera..." his booming voice trailed off, seemingly uninterested in the plight of his victims.

"You have all been sentenced to death. Have a nice day," he finished, nodding to the executioners to commence the bloodbath.

This was his forth mass execution of the day, and something like the eightieth total. The first few times were always delightful; after that it became somewhat boring and redundant. Having done his duty and read off the reason the infidels were being put to death to them, it was time for a cigarette break.

Thumbing the latch on the side of his helmet, he disconnected the armored visor, sliding it off and tucking it in a pouch on his vest while taking out the pack of cigarettes. As usual, he distributed them to the men in his entourage before taking one for himself, taking a lite from his Optio as the Theoroshians began to scream in agony.

The soldiers carrying out the executions had forced their bound captives up the footstools in order to get them up high enough to carry out the sentence. Once standing on top of the footstool, the four Legionaries manhandled their captives and forced them to sit on the point; all along the row of execution, there was a sickening noise as the spikes were forced up the anus of each victim . Many of them kicked and struggled, causing the stake to slide further into their body.

It would take days for some of the victims to die. This would be a prolonged, humiliating, and agonizing death. The bodies would be left there for the carrion birds to feast upon.

Satisfied with their work, the crews took the ladders down, leaving their victims impaled all along the harbor, and lit up their own cigarettes; the cries of their victims was music to their ears. Chances were, this was not the last mass execution that would be carried out by the Imperium Doomanum in this war...

Theoroshia

18-06-2007, 23:21

Space over Enemy Port

The satellite snapped pictures every 5 seconds on what was going, and when it was done, sent the pictures to high command.

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New Russia, Capital of Theoroshia

"My god, they aren't human!"

The pictures had shown just how cruel and un human the enemy was. For many, the sight of a spike going up Theoroshians....it had been too much. The floor was now littered with vomit, yet no one seemed to notice.

The Emperor, although usually a strong man, had vomited twice already. When the pictures came in showing the men being eaten by birds, it had been too much. Many a senior member had left the room, taking a cigarette break or going to the wash room.

The Emperor stood, and began talking. "Director, please get me in touch with our allies. Doomani forces have broken the Geneva Convention, and I want to request that any and all Doomanis captured receive the same treatment."

With that, the Emperor threw up again. He couldn't believe that the Doomani could do this!

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Seas Outside of Barcelona

The fighters had indeed not known what hit them. What remained of the fighter and bomber force had turned and fled at the maximum speed, being told by the AWACs to land on the carriers. Additionally. newly arrived Leningrad class frigates, heavy with anti aircraft weaponry, formed a circle around the carriers. With the arrival of one Kruschev class super carrier, an anti fighter screen was put up, consisting of AWACs craft, UAVs, and two hundred and thirty MiG-29s. If the enemy chose to attack, they would take heavy losses.

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Theoroshian Defenses - Barcelona

Although the infantry and BMP-3's took heavy losses, the T-90s, T-80Bs, Katyushas, T-7's, and many other hidden or underground units had taken almost no damage. The T-7s had been hidden in the forest in prepared positions, while the others had been hidden in underground positions or dug in to the hillside. Regrettably, the infantry had taken a lot of losses, and were being pulled back into underground bunkers. The snipers and AT guns were still hidden in bushes and crevices, and had sustained minor losses. However, the baptism by fire for the infantry had stopped the shelling of the city, allowing medical units to go into the city to help the wounded.

Zepplin Manufacturers

19-06-2007, 00:26

The paper was old, it smelled of spending too much time in a desk drawer, the type was that of a analogue typewriter, cramped and in places streaked. The ink was generic and synthetic baring few traces of anything extraordinary. If the paper was traced it would be traced to a mill that had gone out of business some thirty years before in the depths of the Freethinkers rain forests. The letterhead was a simple MASA monogram, no explanations, no return address and certainly no telephone number. If you knew where to find them and all that jazz. It was delivered in a slim black on black plastic envelope who if analysed would bare no particulate trace of its origins only a somewhat winding bouncing trip between airports from the ports of Knootoss to the airports of Midlonia.

From the Desk of Aldous Pazanski
Operations CNC Skymarshall MASA

War is state sponsored murder and soldiers are no more than legalised assassins motivated by unnatural memes imposed by external factors. It is the right of a citizen surely to kill one who marks himself murderer, further why not take the proactive step to profit from it? Why waste pointlessly the lives of those who have already sold there right to them to there state or worse still have no choice at all? At least when we mark ourselves as murderers we do so not to hide behind treaties or to cover our bloodletting nore do we ever target civilians or civilian infrastructure. We do so to make it clear to those who we intend to terminate exactly who and what we are. It is and it has never been "sweet and honourable" to die for" ones country and the only wars worth fighting are those where this axiom has been carried to the extreme.. by the other side.

To die and kill for cold hard credit can indeed be very sweet indeed. We are no more than murderers, and you would brand us criminal but when we look upon your armed forces all we see are endless ranks of equally criminal persons all who long ago steeled there heart to the art of murder that man so glorifies with another meme that of glorious warfare in the name of state or home or religion or creator forbid mothers good old pie.

The purpose of a mercenary is that precisely that of a soldier, no more no less though in many ways his is a far more honest trade for he whores out his life for. Not only does the mercenary have the honest choice to engage in warfare with only care for his own conscience but he must bare responsibility for those actions and can indeed disobey at any time with only the possibility of being fired or a paycut to bother him as long as his act is not criminal in the eyes of the company.

We do not know nor respect this "Geneva convention" nor does the Incorporated State, its denizens or the groups based within or drawn from it bow to supra national groups who wish to control humanities acts or police it when it should police itself. We will act in direct response to your levels of escalation and will respect and honour you only if you do the same. If you wish to act in the more unsavoury acts of that which is much loved to be called the art of war we will respond in kind.

As stated our hostile actions will be within the Gibraltar theatre. If this is not clear they will ONLY be inside the Gibraltar theatre unless you engage outside of said theatre. Outside of this theatre we will only engage if fired upon.

If researched to any depth Aldous Pazanski would turn out to be once a wing manager of the 21st ZMAF tactical air support corp. A man of 65, long vanished from public life he had no public friends, few publications every few years to his name and a smattering of assets to his name few of which he had ever been seen in person at.

imported_ViZion

19-06-2007, 00:55

PAUSED!
Until Further Notice

Steel and Fire

19-06-2007, 18:15

OOC #1: I wrote this before the RP was paused; assume it's happening after the RP is unpaused, as I might forget to post it later.

It would have been fairly obvious to anyone who had been watching Steel and Fire, that it was mobilising. While the Triumvirate had issued a variety of other offensive, belligerent, and generally warlike messages to other nations, it had only seriously threatened military action once: against the Westwood Alliance. Therefore, when five thousand ships began to move out of Phlegethon harbour, it would not be too difficult to figure out where exactly those five thousand ships were bound.

Of course, Steel and Fire had issued no declaration of war; apart from its statements of vague and general support for Doomingsland and MassPwnage, there was no indication that it was actually going to do anything. Then again, Steel and Fire was a nation of baby-killing warmongers and seemed to be proud of it, so perhaps it felt that a declaration of war would be showing its hand, so to speak. After all, it was not as though anyone ever backed down when faced solely with a declaration of war; you had to bring them down to ZI (Steelian slang term for "total destruction") to do it properly.

It was an hour before the last ship left harbour; soon they were turning south towards the Atlantic Ocean. (I assume Steel and Fire to be an island in the northern Atlantic for NS-Earth purposes, corresponding roughly to Newfoundland, Nova Scotia, and some imaginary terrain I just made up.) Over the next day it would head towards the South Pole a safe distance from Gibraltar, passing about seven hundred kilometres from the outermost edge of the sea battle; then it would turn abruptly to enter the battle from the southwest, or at least turn as abruptly as a fleet of five thousand ships can turn. Virtually as soon as the fleet turned its enemies would be in missile range, allowing the Steelians to mount a successful surprise attack.

But Steel and Fire would not be satisfied with a mere defense. After assaulting the anti-Doomani ships in and around Gibraltar, it would turn towards its real target -- ViZion's allies. The five hundred transport ships that accompanied it could deploy a million men of the SFA, along with plenty of artillery and ground vehicles; amphibious assault ships, along with virtually every other ship in the fleet, carried a complement of Marines, bringing the total number of ground troops up to 1.72 million, along with plenty of tanks and guns. The aircraft carriers accompanying the fleet could put over ten thousand planes in the air, and that was just fighters; a large bomber fleet would be deployed, set to arrive at the battle just as the fleet did, and already at air force bases around Steel and Fire airmen were being rushed to their planes and performing their last frantic equipment checks.

In short: Steel and Fire was going to war. And if the world didn't know it quite yet, they would within twenty-four hours. The traditional Steelian plan was for the declaration of war to be hand-delivered to the enemy commander by a messenger; however, such a plan might not work out too well in the heat of battle, so the commander of Steelian operations in the Gibraltar theater -- an Admiral Joel Seabrook -- had resolved to automatically transmit it thirty seconds before the first wave of Steelian missiles was scheduled to hit.

Seabrook was merry as the fleet set out for battle, its newly repainted bows parting the cold brownish waters as it trundled forth at about 24 knots. This could have been because winning Steel and Fire's first major battle as an independent nation would make him near-legendary and greatly advance his career, and he had high hopes; or it could have been because Vice Admiral Rodger Northampton of the next ship over was hopelessly bad at table tennis.

"My serve, again," Seabrook said as Northampton paddled ineffectually at the little white ball, which ricocheted off the barbecue on the open top deck of his capital ship, the SFRS Polynikes. Northampton was plump and balding, and wore a monocle and carried a bejewelled cane, as befitted a scion of the ancient Northampton line (which traced itself back to some aristocratic Praetonian family or other).

"Fuck, sir," Northampton swore, bending down to pick up the ball. As he tossed it to Seabrook, who was in slightly better shape than he and thus could more easily shoot out his arm to catch it, he added, "You always seem to do better than I at this, sir."

"Indeed," Seabrook said almost lazily as he tossed the ball up, watching it turn over and over in the air -- sparkling in the sunlight -- before it came down and his paddle came across to meet it, sending it across the net stretched across the table and causing Northampton to wobble in the opposite direction, which in turn caused him to miss. "So you're clear on our tactics?"

"Well..." Northampton confessed as he retrieved the ball again and hurled it to Seabrook, "Not quite, sir. I'm to take my half of the fleet, and keep it to your south? My escorts on the outer fringes won't be enough to keep the transports safe, I'm afraid, sir."

"You really missed that day at the Academy, didn't you," Seabrook said critically, serving again (Northampton actually hit it this time).

"Pardon me, sir?"

"Not your escorts; your submarines. Anyway, most hostiles will be tied up at Gibraltar."

"Explain again why I'm to keep in south of you, sir?" Northampton missed again.

Seabrook served, Northampton inadvertently hit it and Seabrook dodged across to send it back to his court. "Partly to protect the transports; partly to allow the Army boys and our Marines to hit Africa, or at least whatever of it's under enemy control. High Command's keepin' it under wraps; but the grapevine and my blood says that after we hit Gibraltar, we're heading for their homelands: Jarridia, Tarlag, Theoroshia, Lone Alliance, anywhere else we can hit. Might even get allied support, really depends though."

"You know the latest news from the front, sir?" Northampton tried ineffectually to distract Seabrook. "It's not just the Doomies and MassPwnage anymore. Clandonia Prime and Novacom have offered support, not to mention one of ZMI's subsidiaries..."

"Buzz, buzz. Megacity, yes? They'll make up for our relative lack of air cover, I gather."

"Admittedly Steel and Fire has never been renowned for her air force, sir."

"Silly flyboys... they think just because they're above us, they control us. Oh, I know all about the 'Secure air superiority first' spiel, but really.... with modern day surface-to-air missiles, fighter planes are pretty much obsolete. There's pretty much nothing a plane can drop that can't be matched in range with an SAM." Like all Admirals, Seabrook was extremely arrogant and continually downplayed the importance of the other two branches of the military; ironically, officers in those other two branches tended to do exactly the same thing.

Seabrook snapped out of his rambling as Northampton sent the ball whizzing towards him; he lunged too late, and had a point chalked up against him. "Fuck, sir."

Northampton almost laughed.

Overhead, the planes Seabrook had so degraded were on CAP, monitoring the skies and seas for anything untoward.

It's been said, but I'll repeat it. Steel and Fire was going to war.

OOC #2: I have teh fleetz0rz!!!111

~10 ILWs (Improbably Large Warships; in Steelian doctrine >2 million tons)
~60 battleships (>300,000 tons)
~100 heavy cruisers (150,000 to 300,000 tons)
~500 light cruisers (50,000 to 150,000 tons)
~1000 destroyers (25,000 to 50,000 tons)
~1000 frigates (<25,000 tons)
~50 aircraft carriers carrying 200 aircraft apiece
~1000 submarines
~160 vehicle transport ships (100 tanks/artillery apiece)
~200 amphibious assault ships
~500 troop transports (2000 fighting men apiece)
~420 assorted logistical ships (they do logistical things)

thus:
5,000 ships, of which 3,920 are combat and 1,080 are logistical/transport
1 million soldiers
720,000 marines
16,000 land vehicles with weapons and stuff attached
like 10,000 fighter planes
2,500 helicopters

and some bombers are on the way. Probably like 1000 of them plus escorts.

Not to mention logistics, millions of logistics. Total deployment here is probably something like 10-20 million men (about 0.002% of my population).

Tried to organise it reasonably so tell me if I do something wrong.

Jarridia

20-06-2007, 04:49

Barcelona, Spain; Jarridian Sovereign Soil

The Doomani seige continued well into the nighttime hours, as expected. The Jarridian fleet in the harbor had been reduced to a mere handful of flaming ships choking the now polluted harbor. The regions nearest to the coast had nearly been wiped clean, the consistent shelling by the Doomanis was certainly to blame. Travelling further inland, conditions became better, but it was not until nearly reaching the Jarridian Fortresses did the city seem to remain intact. Much of this area was too far out of range from the Doomani fleet, nonetheless, a few stray shells managed to rock General Paulo in the command center. He could see that the city was being reduced to nothing, and with the navy gone, and the Air Force being overburdened, he had no choice but to recall any and all Jarridian Ground Forces back into the barricades deep in the city. A majority of the Jarridian population in Barcelona had been evacuated from the city to Portugal or back to Jarridia when the ViZionarian Civil War began. The Mediterranean had become an unstable place, and the Jarridian government had felt it necessary to order the evacuation. Those that chose to stay risked and lost their lives in doing so. Barcelona was, in the most fluid of terms, out of fire power. Ground Forces were well stocked, and the massive numbers of tanks were ready should the Doomani invade; however, strategic forces had been wiped out. Ground forces were well protected inside the base, and could nearly survive through any attack thrown at them by Doomingsland, refuge was even granted to the allied Theoroshians.

Despite all of this, it could not be argued that the city of Barcelona was indeed collapsing. The final and last instance of Jarridian power in the Mediterranean was falling in the very eyes of Paulo. His only hope, in desperation of the situation was that better luck was befalling his comrades fighting in Gibraltar, and that order could soon be restored before all was lost. With as many Jarridian Ground Forces secured in the bunkers as possible, he ordered his pilots to not relent on their attacks, "Fight For Jarridia, and Fight for yourselves." All their efforts were geared at taking out whatever Doomani Unit they could, by any means necessary. Since there were relatively no friendly airports left in the region, it made no difference whether they killed Doomani's or themselves.

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Presidential Palace; Shelbin, Jarridia

The war effort was not going as planned, and there was no denying that Michelle thought to herself as she stood in the middle of her office staring at her left hand and adjusting her University of Corvica Graduation Ring. She squinted her eyes at it, then looked up at the picture of Jarrod Branam sitting above the fire place. She quickly traced over the conditions in her mind, trying to find a simple solution to her and Jarridia's recent dark fortune.

Mediport was gone, Barcelona was gone, just incredibly weakened, in the Gibraltar, Jarridia had some success. The floating booms were gone, and despite current reports, she felt that MassPwnage was much weaker than calculations were leading on to. One more strong push from the Jarridian Navy, and the Mediterranean could be flooded with Jarridian ships. If and when that happened, Doomingsland was in for trouble. Despite their recent call for more allies, and the laughable military of Steel and Fire making their trek to the area, Jarridia was still not deterred from their original goal of taking the illegitimate regime and occupation out of ViZion.

She glanced back up at the clock, as it was almost time for dinner, tonight was special because several other WWA Leaders were special guests, and hopefully she would have the best news of all to present. She gained another big grin on her face. For some time now, the Jarridian Military had been dabbling in a new strategic force system, only known as Project Cybarium. It was top secret, and getting closer and closer to something the military could handle and utilize in every instance of foreign conflict. It indeed would be something the Doomanis, let alone anyone else for that matter, would have ever seen.

Her daydream of the upcoming Project was interrupted by Emily Vaclavik, the Secretary of State, informing her that dinner was to be served shortly, and that all the guests had arrived.

"Excellent Emily," President Thoreson grinned happily, "Please make them welcome, I will be down shortly."

OOC: I'll post a continuation for Gib soon. This is just my ending prior to the pause.

imported_ViZion

20-06-2007, 06:40

The highly guarded Project Cold Steel - related to Jarridia's Project Cybarium - was in the works in the remaining ViZionarian lands in Africa. Project Cold Steel would be unstoppable once the kinks are ironed out. It would be only a matter of time before testing would commence between ViZion and Jarridia.

This war must be won, it was known across the ALF, but particularly in ViZion and Jarridia. As such, Project Cold Steel must be a success. And there was little doubt it would be once it is completed.

Theoroshia

20-06-2007, 19:18

Barcelona, Spain - Theoroshian Defenses

Indeed, repairs had begun. Tanks that were damaged were patched up, and the losses in infantry were made good. In fact, of the original 1,800 infantry, only 1,000 had survived. However, troop transports had begun to fill the ports, bringing in 2,000 fresh troops and evacuating the wounded. The T-7's, which had taken the most damage, were being pulled back to get a total refit. Some were being fitted with treads, while others were fitted with specially made tires that were reinforced with steel and smoldered to the chassis. This way, they couldn't be 'blown' off in an explosion as easily. All in all, the losses were nothing as more troops were poured into the small plot of land that Commander of Ground Forces (CGF) Aleksayev was tasked to defend.

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Eastern Theoroshian Shores

Mines were being set by Yuru class mine layers,, and a few coastal cities put on Invasion Alert. The Home Fleet, consisting of older ships like the Dunkerque's, Premier's, and the predecessor to the Tiger's, the Beluga's, were mobilizing and being sent to secure the seas around the shores. Pedestrians were not allowed on the beaches, due to the fact that 150mm and 125mm gun batteries were being set up in hidden positions, and trenches were being dug. Theoroshia would be ready for an invasion.

The Silver Sky

21-06-2007, 19:34

South Atlantic, Velkyan Rocky Shores Naval Base, Hostile Takeover Inc. Port

"Admiral Inski!" Came the exclamation from a desk Sgt. standing in the doorway causing the Admiral to look up.

"What is it Sgt.?" Asked the Admiral as he looked up from his game of Supreme Commander II.

"The new Type 1000s and Type 900s have finished their landings, and the newest batch of Trinity's has been loaded, also, the Falling Hammers have arrived..." Admiral Inski grew bored as the soldier continued to read the list.

"...and the last of the Rufouses have been delievered." Finished the Sgt. "That's very good Sgt, anything else?"

"Yes sir! Orders have arrived from Havenic Command, apparently we've been contracted out by Novacom to attack as a strike arm in their defense of Gibraltar from the anti-doomani forces." Said the Sgt. as he handed the mission dossier to the Admiral.

"Hmm..." Said the Admiral as he rifled through the list. "Have the 4th and 5th Fleets head towards the Novacom homeland, I'll head up the 6th Fleet myself, send a message to Novaco saying that the ETA is 3 days for all the fleets. Send two air force divisions along with the new Type 1000s and Type 900s."

South Atlantic, 1980km from Novacom

The 4th and 5th Fleets, under the commands of Admiral Urwin and Richter respectively and composed of 762 ships each began their trek northwards through the unsually calm atlantic. Overhead the Mach 5.5 sonic booms of the type 900s and the lower mach 1 sonic booms of the other planes in the formation could be heard as the air force head towards Novacom bases.

With the booms reverberating through the steel hulls of the ships the Captains knew they were really at war.

The order to hoist the novacom colors (http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y10/68157Silver/NovanMilitaryEmblem.png) and give no quarter went about the fleet as the crews cheered. If anyone didn't know they were mercenaries they could be mistaken for pirates.

'Never shall we die!'

Borman Empire

22-06-2007, 00:19

“I don’t like it. I don’t like it one bit.”

“Those are your orders, and you will follow them.”

“What the hell are we doing sending more ships there? Have you not heard the rumors of the rebellion on Cordensa? We need our ships there to crush that before it blossoms and spreads. And what about the tensions with Gholgoth? What about the UNA plans!?”

“I don’t make the orders, I just give them. Doomingsland is still our ally, Jarridia and ViZion are still our allies. We need these ships there to make sure that our investments in all the nations involved are not touched. Not to mention the fact that some pricks on the allies coalition opened fire on merchant ships.”

“They did what!?”

“You heard me. With the thousands of ships there, our small presence there won’t be enough to exert our influence and maintain safety for our forces. We need more ships to ensure that anyone, no matter their side or national flag, will have to think long and hard before opening fire. Besides, this is just a drop in the bucket. We have many more ships at home that are ready to go anywhere they need to.”

“But we’re going to need every ship we can get! Have you heard about that anti-Doomani conference? We’re going to be next, I’m telling you! The world is aligning against us! We need to finish of Cordensa before it spreads, and then be ready for when the world comes for us!”

“I’ve had enough. You have your orders, now carry them out.” With that the finally dressed naval officer saluted, turned, and left the office from which the dialogue occurred. His heels clicked down the hall as he sank back into the maze of the Imperial Navy Office. The first man dawdled several minutes in his office before placing his cap on his head and walking out, ready to execute the orders he’d just received.

The port city of Dania erupted in sound as its metal-hulled inhabitants quickly filed out of the massive harbor. Ships came from all around the area to form into the 7th, 8th, and 9th Imperial fleets, reportedly en route to rendezvous with Imperial fleets already in the Gibraltar area. There was even speculation that another fleet or two would be meeting with them to make their way to their destination. However, many also speculated that the fleets were not en route to Gibraltar. There was no concrete decision as to where they were headed, but few believed this naval force, capable of destroying most navies it came into contact with, was merely sent to observe. Some even proposed that Borman had decided the time was right to proclaim allegiance to Doomingsland…with an invasion of Jarridia.

Jarridia

25-06-2007, 15:37

Claiming this spot. I want to post something before everyone else starts moving their forces. Thanks. Also, this Thread is Now on Play >

Clandonia Prime

25-06-2007, 18:59

80km’s Outside Roma, Doomani Occupied Italia

29 Do not prostitute thy daughter, to cause her to be a whore; lest the land fall to whoredom, and the land become full of wickedness.
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30 Ye shall keep my Sabbaths, and reverence my sanctuary: I am the LORD.

~Leviticus Chapter 19: 29-30~

The holy lands that Jarridia had poisoned with her secular Marxism in the support of the state of ViZon. Led by that slut of a woman who would be better suited as in one of the proleish knocking houses in the dock area of New Clanon City. The Clandonian's would strike vengeance on the infidels at Barcelona, for this was revenge.

The large HAND (http://z4.invisionfree.com/NSDraftroom/index.php?showtopic=183) cannons of the Royal Artillery had been finally completed, protected by several dozen anti-air regiments the massive strip of twenty guns towered over the field. Hidden under camouflage netting the men who ran the things from the 22nd and 25th Royal Artillery Battery’s, nearly twenty thousand in strength the crews had been busy testing the cannons complex computer systems which were sitting in cooled iso containers a few miles away from the battery location. With the collapse of Pwnage forces at Gibraltar the Doomani had asked the Clandonians to ready for combat, with the infidel fleet on the way and small contingent was all that stood in their way.

The HAND cannons had two modes of operation, basic and full. Seeing as a device had never been fired in anger before it would be interesting for the gathered military scientists to witness the destruction that was about to unfold. Going in full mode allowed easy range for the huge eight metre long shells, winched into breach by heavy cranes, carefully prepared before ready with the flammable fuel and the explosives. Electronic guidance checked, the co-ordinates for Barcelona in putted, the team were aiming for twenty firings today to test the metal of the barrel and check for any weaknesses. For what was left of Barcelona it would be a bad day, the remainder of the Jarridian military force would be targeted along with anything else that the shells found themselves falling onto.

The mini portable nuclear reactors had been charging all day and were ready to build up the energy required for the firing. Gun crews were evacuated with only a few brave souls standing four hundred metres away in the safety of a heavy bunker, the rest were watching the fireworks that were about to unfold from the command centre and field camp. Masses of shells ready for preparation in their neutral state were stored further back. The commissioned and non-commissioned officers were sat in the officer’s mess, a tent with the flaps down in the stifling heat of the Italian summer with champagne and tiffin, the lower ranks were huddled with their beer hooting and haring to watch the spectacular event. The firing of every cannon was done as the computers and hard drives whirred into action in the shells, booting up their operating systems of guidance and targeting and to know when they were to arm themselves. The warning blared out as everyone put their drinks down or covered them. The guns elevated at seventy five degree pointed up like the fingers of God into the sky , waiting to smite those infidels who occupied Barcelona. The assembled Doomanis who had come to look at the cannons would be pleasantly surprised

"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four two, one..."

The sound was immense as the ground shook from the firing, the boom deafened those who had been near to monitor it, their ears ringing patting each other on the back as the deadly load made its way across the sea. The blast wave from the firing hit the men at the back, cheering and celebrating the success and wishing their enemies died a painful death. Waiting for the guns to cool and the fumes to clear the men ran to their vehicles and grabbed their rifles as the next firing operation began. The smell of the explosives was thick in the air as the Clandonian’s began their quest for revenge.

Over the Mediterranean, a Sabre was in orbit waiting with its camera to photograph the remains of Barcelona, before and after and relay them back to the gunnery teams in Roma to adjust targeting variants to ensure more direct hits.

RCAF Roma, Doomani Occupied Italia

The massive Sabre transport space planes were bringing in supplies to feed the fierce fight that was expected if the Jarridian force made landfall which was unlikely. To feed the breaches of the HAND cannons in their bombardment of Barcelona and when the enemy fleet came into range. Meanwhile the guns of the Royal Artillery sent their message those of the Royal Strategical Rocket forces with the help of the Royal Engineers parachute detachment assemble and move the Khan missiles onto the railway launchers.

Forty of the ICBM sized anti-shipping missiles had been brought in by air in sections, constructed on-site and fuelled ready for operation. The Clandonians were aiming to pick off the larger capital ships, ideal targets like dreadnoughts and large troop transports would make excellent targets. The Clandonian forces in Italia needed to make time so the fleet would be able to launch their missiles and fleet air arm to try and bring the anti-Doomani coalition into check. Elsewhere canisters of Mix 44 were being put into huge tankers, ready for loading into the bombs and missile dispersers once they got into range, this would help the guns North of the airfield even more with the ships nicely coated in the mixture, their hatches glued shut and electronics fouled.
The Type 1000’s and their smaller counterparts had been safely stowed in hangers provided by the Doomingsland Air Force to keep them from the prying eyes of enemy satellites. G4M6 naval bombers of the Fleet Air Arm were scheduled to touch ready to be prepared for anti-shipping roles, creating a wave of ASM’s, torpedoes and mines that would slow the ships down enough to be picked off by the guns and missiles from Italia.

Theoroshia

25-06-2007, 19:28

Theoroshian Defenses near Barcelona

One minute, Private Lemborov had been smoking a cigarette. The next, he was spitting it out as what seemed like a nuclear weapon hit the city. What was left of it's superstructure vanished, and he barely heard the order to put on NBC gear due to the immensity of the sound created by the explosions. He hastily put on plastic clothing, secured it with duct tape, and then sealed his helmet into place.

It would take a few hours before Command realized that Clandonia Prime had leveled the city of Barcelona.

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Outside of Barcelona, Theoroshian Naval Task Force

KA-50 "Blackshark" [link: http://www.army-technology.com/projects/ka50/] attack helicopters, armed with air to ground TOW missiles, left the carriers and moved out towards Barcelona, flanked on both sides by the older Mi-24 "Hinds", armed with TOW missiles as well. MiG-29's flew cover above them, while AWACs craft searched the skies for enemies. This air task force would soon be flying cover over Barcelona, defending its survivors in case of a landing by the enemy.

One of the pilots of the lead Blackshark's said into his microphone, "Holy shit! The place is leveled!"

Aboard the AWACs, the man in charge of this operation didn't put down the pilot for breaking radio silence. All he could do was mentally agree.

Doomingsland

25-06-2007, 21:30

Doomani Morocco

The defenses within Morocco had stayed silent for the duration of the resistance of Pwnage forces. When the last of Gibraltar's defenses died down, Fortress Morocco took up the slack. Like all Doomani provinces, Morocco was extremely heavily defended and had plenty of ordnance capable of covering the Straights of Gibraltar and the surrounding waters.

The coalition fleet was in the sights of the Doomani.

All along the north western coast of the province, concealed vertical launch systems began to go hot. Tens of thousands of anti-shipping missiles had been stockpiled along the coast, and these were about to be unleashed on what remained of the coalition fleet. In all likelihood, following the enourmous exchange of missiles between the coalition fleet and MassPwnage, the coalition fleet would be low on ammunition. The Doomani, on the other hand, still had an enourmous stockpile at their disposal which they had yet to use.

Exploding out of the launch boxes in immense numbers, the missiles rocketed into the sky before turning towards the enemy fleet and proceeding to cruise at mach three towards their targets. They would cruise towards their targets before slowing down roughly forty miles from their targets and proceeding to sea skim at mach 2.3, making their approach more difficult to detect and making them harder to shoot down. When they were roughly ten miles from the target they began to slow more, finally dropping into the water eight miles away from their targets.

From there the torpedo stage would take over; the torpedoes would supercavitate towards their targets at speeds exceeding 300 knots, making escape extremely unlikely if not impossible for their targets. A single one of the torpedoes would be enough to snap the average cruiser in half, perhaps four or five to sink an aircraft carrier, more for a battleship and super dreadnaught; knowing this full well and knowing the sheer size of the enemy fleet, a staggering 15,000 of the missiles were fired from vertical launch bases throughout Morocco.

Air defenses in Morocco were on extreme alert; there was plenty of tripple-A and surface-to-air missiles to go around, not to mention a sizable Imperial Air Force presence which was already airborne in the form of eight hundred ACI-77 Atratus air superiority fighters and a further one thousand ACI-73D Aquilae, prepared to pounce on the coalition's aircraft at a moment's notice.

Bases in Algeria were put on alert, as well; any coalition ships attempting to breech the straights would be met with a wall of torpedoes and nowhere to maneuver. All in all, they were left with three options: try to rush through the straights and run straight into a barrage of torpedoes, retreat into the Clandonian and Novacom fleets, or sit around and get blown up by torpedoes.

Barcelona

With Theoroshian aircraft operating within Barcelona unopposed, Admiral Dio decided that something had to be done about that potential threat. The most major threats were the AWACS aircraft; despite the fact that an Aquila would almost certainly go undetected by the Theoroshian AWACS when launching their missiles from a hundred miles away, they were still seen as something of an irritance.

ACT.230N Angelus theatre surface-to-air missiles were launched from the decks of Acolyte-class cruisers; these missiles had both the range and speed necessary to reach into an enemy formation and pick off an AWACS aircraft in addition to the necessary sensors. Cruising towards their targets at speeds exceeding mach five, enemy AWACS aircraft would have nowhere to run; the missiles themselves would home in via the enemy's own RADAR emissions (along with countless RADAR systems sported by the Doomani fleet and other terminal sensors to negate enemy ECM) and slam their enourmous ONC explosive warheads into the enemy aircraft. A total of six of these misssiles were fired per enemy AWACS to ensure that the aircraft would be fully neutralized.

Simultaneously, a flight of three hundred Aquilae began to move in on the city, feeding off of sensor data gathered by friendly AWACS aircraft and ships to locate the enemy MiGs and attack helicopters. Once again utilizing their stealthy characteristics, the Aquilae launched their missiles from eighty miles away; four from each fighter, which would home in on their targets via datalinking to friendly sensors before going terminal with their own RADAR and infrared imaging sensors to finally find their marks.

Meanwhile, with the enemy army in full retreat towards the base, the fleet shifted all of its firepower onto the base itself. Every main gun on all of the capital ships began pouring shells into the base to simply crush it; if the enemy had retreated into underground shelters in the base, satellite imaging would have given the Doomani the location of the tunnel entrances. The Doomani would, in turn, target the entrances in order to collapse them, potentially entombing thousands of Jarridian and Theoroshian soldiers.

The sheer weight of the shells alone would collapse virtually any building they came into contact with along with all but the deepest of shelters; there really wasn't anywhere to hide.

Finally, as a result of the enemy's retreat, the XVII Legion (air mobile) began disembarking in Sicily, their ACI-91 Gladiator VTOL transports carrying them at high subsonic speed towards Barcelona. Twelve thousand battle-hardened air mobile Legionaries were being carried by the VTOL force along with hundreds of light vehicles. The Doomani were preparing to stage a massive airborne landing in the city of Barcelona.

Theoroshia

25-06-2007, 22:10

Skies over Barcelona

The AWACs craft had noted the incoming missiles using their radar early, and thankfully began to go through evasive maneuvers, using chaff to distract the missiles.

However, with the AWACs occupied, this left the MiG-29s and attack helicopters almost blind, and therefore when missiles began to attack them, the warning came too late. The first wave of enemy missiles nearly wiped out the entire task force, and what was left was damaged.

MiG-29s and the helicopters, attempting to flee, turned and bee-lined it back to the safety of friendly SAM coverage. The AWACs, or what was left of it, followed them.

There were no friendly air craft left over Barcelona.

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Barcelona, Theoroshian HQ

The once proud city was now a pile of dirt and debris. Theoroshian forces stationed in the city, a few BMPs and a platoon of snipers, had not been heard from yet. Chances were, they were dead.

This had been the most devastating attack yet, and therefore signaled to High Command that an attack was coming. Therefore, General Aleksayev ordered that all units were on high alert. With the loss of friendly air craft over the city, and the viciousness that had booted them from their station, the General assumed that an airborne landing, or at least a heavy attack, was incoming. Therefore, hand held SAMs were being passed out to infantry, and the ZSU's and SAMs were being set up to cover sectors of the air over the defenses. Positions were camoflouged, and overall the men were ready. The attack was coming, and it was their baptism by fire.

Velkya

26-06-2007, 01:50

The time for retribution was nigh. All the assorted scum of the world had arrived with matching uniforms to try to take on the elite powers of the globe, and just vengeance would come swifter than they would know. The Grand Senate had taken less deliberation than anticipated to approve the most massive overseas deployment of Federal Defense Forces personnel since Clandonia. Throughout the mainland and overseas territories of Velkya, soldiers, sailors, and airmen said their farewells to the ones they held dear to them, knowing full well they may never return to them, having given their lives in the service of their homeland.

Fortunately, they would have a veritable juggernaut behind them. At the onset of hostilities, a full four Federal Air Force air divisions had been been activated and mobilized, massing at the sprawling military fortress at Rocky Shores. Soon, four thousand aircraft, trailing a ominous dark gray line in the cloudless skies over the Sahara, headed for the waiting Doomani airfields all over Italy and the rest of the Mare Nostrum. As these aircraft had launched for overseas combat, the Federal Navy's Atlantic Command Center ordered the activation and deployment the Twelfth and Thirteenth Fleets out of Rocky Shores out to sea, where they would then travel to the embattled Rock of Gibraltar.

This massive two thousand strong maritime task force, led by the twin super heavy battleships Ascendant Justice and Just Retribution, cast their Herculean mooring lines off and set sail for the now raging naval battle, merely days after receiving their orders from ATCOM, a record deployment time for a task force their size. Their deep steel and azure battle ensigns were flying, gargantuan pieces of composite fabric that could crush a man with their sheer weight alone. Still they flew as if angels, visible from the extreme reaches of the widespread formations they led. Soon the fleets brought out into deep water, only to be overflown by the third tier of the Velkyan assault.

Overhead of the advancing fleet (christened Task Force Mediterranean, TFMED), a massive wave of four hundred Federal Air Force 'Hurricane' heavy bomber aircraft, blotting out the skies over the ships dotting the azure oceans under them. This immense concentration of air power wielded in total twenty four hundred air launched anti-shipping cruise missiles, to be launched from a wide semi circle to spread enemy point defenses thin, which were already depleting from its current engagement with the combined allied fleet on the eastern side of Gibraltar. Each cruise missile was capable of a fuel efficient sea-skimming, passive scanning super cruise until within dashing range of the enemy, from which they'd activate their multiple active sensors, selecting a target while prosecuting a hypersonic pop-up attack against enemy escort screens and air defenses. Ensuring that they reached their objective was a equally huge force of six hundred AWACS supported 'Sturmfalke' air superiority fighters, their long and medium range anti-air missile payloads guarding against any coalition fighters that managed to not get torn to shreds in the bloody melee over Gibraltar.

As the final touch of this attack, a smaller group of two hundred 'Vengeance' low visibility bombers lagged behind the main bomber raid, unescorted and carrying a total of four thousand semi-ballistic missiles which would be launched in tandem with the main raid's launch, mixed in with the horde of normal cruise missiles. Once they approached their own dash ranges, they would immediately throttle up, climbing at an extreme angle into suborbital height before began a powered Mach 10 dive towards their targets, the enemy capital ships. Set to enter the air defense range of the enemy fleet at the same time the main wave did, the pure kinetic impact of the hardened depleted uranium penetrating cap of just one missile, combined with a powerful chemical explosive warhead would be more than enough to severely damage if not sink all but the largest capital warship.

Slowly, they inched towards the imaginary line thousands of miles from the enemy armada now fighting for their lives off the Rock, finalizing targeting information and data linking, their systems fully synchronized before their bomb bay doors opens, momentarily shrouding their massed formations in clouds of expended rocket propellant. Such a large amount of missiles took nearly two minutes to clear their mother aircraft, an agonizing span of one hundred twenty seconds before the first bomb bay doors began to seal back up, individual formations slowly turning back for home one by one as they expended their ammunition, their corresponding fighters still maintaining a combat escort around the remainder, sparing a portion of their formation to refuel in mid-air and follow the returning bombers home.

Even as all hell was unleashed upon the opposition from the sky, the Velkyan fleet began to patiently assume a formation, her own navalised Sturmfalkes and antisubmarine aircraft providing a wide combat air patrol around the fleet, capable of engaging any approaching enemy contacts at a moment's notice, while her nuclear hunter killer submarines prowled just under the thermal disturbance of the thermocline layer, ready to pop up and engage opposing submarines as a forward defense, further protecting the surface escorts formed around the armada's Longinus class nuclear fleet carriers and Colossus class fleet battleships. This redundant, tiered multi axis defensive bastion was formed after about a full day of maneuvering, and once completed, the armada carefully and steadily inched towards the bloodbath of Gibraltar at a steady speed of thirty knots, her guns and missile eagerly poised to finish what her airborne comrades had started.

Steel and Fire

26-06-2007, 02:19

Admiral Seabrook had grown more and more serious as the Steelian fleet approached the thousand-kilometre mark. CAPs were stepped up -- despite his loathing for the damn flyboys, Seabrook had to admit they could come in useful every now and then -- and the bomber fleet that had taken off from Avalon nine hours after the departure of the naval armada was coming level with it now, the massive aircraft flying comparatively low over the five thousand ships that sliced the ocean blue(ish) with their prows.

Seabrook was roused from his quiet contemplation of an inquisitive seabird perched on the top deck by a young aide, an Ensign or perhaps a Lieutenant; he couldn't keep track these days, there were so many of them. The aide said, "Admiral, some information for you. Velkya has mobilised a fleet and is reportedly commencing an assault upon enemy forces already..... reports are downstairs."

"'Ang on, I'll be right there." Seabrook's hand shot out, hitting a button; the roof began to close in on the deck—signaling combat readiness—and he followed the aide down to the bridge of Polynikes. The bridge was a hectic scene, full of young officers having a variety of things to report, and all ignoring a cry of "Admiral on the bridge!"; Seabrook in turn ignored them all, sat down in his Admiral's chair, and pulled up the displays himself.

"Hrm... we'll need to co-ordinate with them if we want to get anything done. If these reports are accurate our ships will be hitting Gibraltar about the same time." He looked over the estimations of Velkyan fleet strength and air forces; then he half-smiled and punched the "silence button", then raised his hands to cover his ears. A harsh, grating screech erupted, lasting twenty seconds; when the tone fell silent, there was not a sound to be heard on the bridge.

"First of all, slow up a little bit. Second of all, send the following messages out.... it's time to co-ordinate with our allies."

The XO repeated the orders as Seabrook spoke.

GREETINGS STOP WE ARE STEEL AND FIRE FIRST EXPEDITIONARY FORCE STOP FLEET COMPOSITION ENCLOSED STOP WE ARE HERE TO PROVIDE ALLIED SUPPORT DO NOT FIRE UPON US STOP WHERE DO YOU WANT US FULL STOP

ADM JOEL SEABROOK
SFRS POLYNIKES

GREETINGS STOP WE ARE STEEL AND FIRE FIRST EXPEDITIONARY FORCE STOP FLEET COMPOSITION ENCLOSED STOP WE ARE HERE TO PROVIDE ALLIED SUPPORT DO NOT FIRE UPON US STOP A) CAN WE LAND TROOPS IN MOROCCO FOR PURPOSE OF ASSAULT JARRIDIAN TERRITORY B) WHOSE SHIPS SHOULD WE KILL FULL STOP

ADM JOEL SEABROOK
SFRS POLYNIKES

Meanwhile, the Steelian Navy was slowing its reckless advance and beginning to form up into a wedgelike formation, so wide across that it could take an hour to travel from one end to the other; the submarines cut their engines and began to creep along the seafloor in preparation for an attack, whereas the bombers began to circle awaiting new orders. Shells were loaded into guns and missiles into VLS tubes, admittedly not too fast (the Steelians didn't want any accidents, especially this far from home), but fast enough.

It was the newly independent republic's first war of its own volition, and it didn't want to ruin it by doing something stupid; hence the precautions. A cynic would say, "Too late."

But nobody listens to cynics.

Right?

250th post!

Velkya

26-06-2007, 02:50

Mere minutes after receiving the Steelian telegram, an encrypted data burst was sent out from the Ascendant Justice's communications arrays to all allied forces in the theater.

COMBAT LEVEL ENCRYPTED MESSAGE TO ALL ALLIED NAVAL FORCES

This is Grand Admiral Jackson Kunzida of the Allied Union Federal Navy, AUFS Ascendant Justice. We have departed our home port of Rocky Shores and are three days out from the combat zone of Gibraltar, we request the position of your naval task force as well as force composition and heading information, over?

Clandonia Prime

26-06-2007, 13:42

Secure Communication To Allied Fleets

Replying recieved communication from Velyan forces, this is Lord Sea Admiral Miklanovrd Admiral of His Majesty's Royal Navy. The making for Gibraltar with the Grand Expeditionary Fleet, task to destroy and force the Jarridian and infidel fleet to surrender.

Position of main Clandonian taskforce, 1000 km South-East of Azores, we are now within missile range of enemy forces and wish to coordinate a joint attack with the other forces.

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Main Clandonian Royal Naval Taskforce, 1000 km's South-East of Azores

The large taskforce of one thousand warships from the first section of the entire Grand Expeditionary Fleet was steaming full speed for Gibraltar determined to stop the enemy with an intense air and missile attack while they prepared their guns for the attack. Four super dreadnoughts were in the pack, two King George IV's with their 32" ETC guns and the bombardment designed Nelsons with their 28" ETC cannons. Ten battlefleets had gone North to attack Jarridias assets in Portugal and land the 2nd Royal Marine Expeditionary Army while the other prepared to met up with the allied fleets.

Lord Sea Admiral Miklanov was battle hardened and was ideal for such a task, the Clandonian guns and missiles out ranged the enemy counterparts and their obsolete ships. Declaring an exclusion zone of 400 miles around the fleet of all air and sea traffic, he had ordered his ships to fire on any aircraft or boats that came within range to warn them off and engage at free will any enemy forces, the fleet must be protected and with their four super dreadnoughts it was a credible part of the entire Clandonian fleet. The larger battleships and dreadnoughts were protecting the inner circle of the aircraft carriers and capital ships with cruisers and fast battleships outside that, the remainder were dotted with missile cruisers, destroyers and frigates to deal with the air and missile threats.

A few miles ahead the submarinal assets of His Majesty's sub-surface force lurked, missile submarines, attack submarines and hunter killers, thirty squadrons which had slipped in from the South with another force coming down from the Arctic to launch SLM's and cruise missiles at Portugal and support the landing there. Informed by a discrete communication that ZMI forces were deploying large sonar forces to detect what was expected to be a high number of enemy submarines, they would hold and wait for the submarines to be picked off by air assets or be forced to surface from the power of the sonar waves deafening their crew.

Outside Roma, Doomani Occupied Italia

The success of the HAND strike which had devastated the infidel city of Barcelona had pleased the Clandonian's, they did not care of the death count of such a strike, it was more pleasing to see the visible photos of the piles of rubble. The Clandonian media had reported of the success that many at home were paying attention to with such a lot of personal sent most people knew someone who was 'off to fight for the King'.

The soldiers had been treated to a King, toasting to the King who had joined them via video link he wished them the best of look and told them of the support behind them. Clandonian civilians were marching the street in support of the war, jokes about how the Jarridians were all prostitutes were heavily featured in Clandonian comedy. The jingoism had never been seen on this level before, the Doomani war was seen as a fight for the Royal family with reports of massing forces in CAD from enemies of Clandonia including Wagdog then there was talk of dispatching an expeditionary army group to defend the holy lands from the imperialist do gooders.

Steel and Fire

26-06-2007, 14:02

WE HAVE FIVE THOUSAND NAVAL SHIPS AT OUR DISPOSAL WHEREOF 3920 ARE COMBAT STOP CURRENTLY HOLDING POSITION 1000 KM WEST OF GIBRALTAR STOP OBJECTIVE TO DESTROY JARRIDIAN AND WWA FLEETS THEN ASSAULT JARRIDIAN TERRITORY STOP INTENDING COORDINATE ATTACKS WITH ALLIED FORCES FULL STOP

ADM JOEL SEABROOK
SFRS POLYNIKES

OOC: Too lazy to make it any more detailed, sorry D:

More detailed force composition is a few posts up.

Newtdom

26-06-2007, 23:33

OOC: Sorry this took so long, have been really busy the last few days. Keep in mind, my escorts moved into position, fired, and for the most part withdrew to resupply after the initial attack, while the capital ships continued to fire, in a defense maneuver throughout the fight.

IC:

~The Strait of Gibraltar~

Admiral Prescott looked out on the flaming heap that once was the magnificent fleet of MassPwnage. His fleet had been battered in the exchange; even his flagship took an anti-shipping missile right above the forward waterline. Normally, the zealous commander would have ordered his ships to continue pressing the enemy. But he knew when his men were pushed to their limits. He ordered his fleet to move to the back of the allied group to make repairs, if possible, and resupply. The heavily damaged ships would be escorted back to Port Augustus, where dry-docks of the Imperial Navy were located.

None of the capital ships had been sunk; only nine were engaged in the first battle anyway; however they were all damaged to differing degrees. The NRS Arrington, the fleet’s flagship could be refitted at sea. Or, at least the Admiral believed that to be the case. As well as the NRS Chamberlain and Winchester; while the NRS Wolfe ,NRS Imperium , and NRS Intrepid had to make way for Port Augustus.

Of the escort ships two Arleigh Burke class sunk, most of their crews entering the water and subsequently rescued by the Sea-Hawks launched by the Ford Class Carriers. Two others were heavily damaged and made way for Port Augustus. One La Fayette Class sank, taking half of the crew. Three were heavily damaged because of their proximity to the enemy fleet, and like the others made way for home.

Admiral Prescott made this report of a successful, albeit bloody attack, to the Emperor, who was pleased with the end results.

~Summer Palace~
The Emperor ordered the link closed with Admiral Prescott. The LCDs turned off in front of each member of the council as the classified aspects were about to begin.

The Emperor began “Let us take a second to remember the sons of Newtdom who fell today in heroic battle.”

After a minute he began again “Strategically speaking, those are acceptable losses. Lord Hollistein, I assume by now our nation is fully mobilized?”

The foreign minister nodded “Yes, unc-I mean sire. We are operating at full military capacity.”

The Emperor grinned “Don’t worry Lawrence, you are amongst friends here, no more sires. That is good to hear, Admiral Clancey, what is the position of the navy at the moment?”

Clancey rose, “All fleets have been supplied and are ready to make way to the Med. We just need your command, you can see on the screen,” Clancey turns on the viewer “That these are the fleets with the shortest amount of time to enter the warzone.”

“We must reinforce Admiral Prescott immediately,” the Emperor said, “order out the 7th, 12th, 15th, and 20th fleets. Field Marshall, what about the Army?”

The gray old man rose, he had served in the army for longer than most in the room had been alive, a confidant of the previous Emperor and now his son. Field Marshall Wolfe spoke as all of the men in the room looked at him with reverence, even the Emperor. “All armies, corps, battalions, down to the platoon level are ready to go, your majesty. We just need your command.”

The Emperor nodded at the old man, “It is your decision for what to deploy, Lord Wolfe. We shall keep the marine levels at what they are now, and I do not believe we need to order the Royal Guard out just yet. I assume the air force has a strategic plan, we shall go over that at a later date. However, until then continue the bombings of the enemy at the front. We shall attack the Doomni at home at a later time.”

With that the council meeting ended, and each officer went to his post to order his fleets, armies, and men out to war.

Newtdom

27-06-2007, 02:34

~Outside Strait of Gibraltar~

Admiral Prescott was summoned to the bridge by the long ping echoed throughout the ship calling men to battle stations, only a few moments after hanging up with the Emperor. The fleet had already began moving out of the strait to a more strategically sound position outside the Pillars of Hercules.

A RADAR officer yelled at the commander “Sir, incoming aerial assault.”

The executive officer ran to the station and saw the thousands of missiles flying towards the entire allied fleet. “Oh…shit,” He screamed at the top of his lungs, “Evasive maneuvers, now helmsmen!”

Admiral Prescott remained calm, he walked briskly to his seat, put on his life vest and placed the helmet with the distinct markings of a Command Admiral on his head. “Time to impact, Mr. Jackson.”

The commodore was still in shock, he quickly shook it off as expected of any flag officer and said “75 seconds, sir.”

“Damn, take appropriate countermeasures.” Was the simple response the distinguished officer gave.

With that, launchers on the sides of the superdreadnaughts launched their complement of naval IR-decoy flares. Similar to countermeasures used on military planes and jets, the cells launch encased flares into the air which explode above the fleet offering some protection from missile assaults.

Simultaneously, the AEGIS weapon systems on the superdreadnaughts, battleships, and frigates began firing. The hope was to stop enough missiles so that the fleet was not completely destroyed.

At the same time, CIWS operators began marking their targets. The CIWS batteries on each ship in the fleet began swiveling into place to offer protection from the incoming missiles.

“Time till impact, Mr. Jackson?”

“Sir, 25 seconds…”

“All ships, brace for impact” was the command from the bridge as the siren was wailing.

The defenses put up a valiant effort, but with so many bogeys flying into such a slow moving fleet, carnage was inevitable. The NRS Arrington was sailing in the middle of the fleet as it withdrew to the Atlantic, guns blazing.

Admiral Prescott looked out on his fleet as the missiles became visible to the naked eye. He was in awe. The first impact occurred on the outer-fringes of the fleet. A Diamond Class escort destroyer took a direct hit to its rudder. The ship started to rotate as the captain of that ship tried to stabilize the engines. As the ship became horizontal to the fleet another anti-shipping missile struck the ship through the aft creating a massive explosion.

Simultaneously, a WASP Class Carrier, that joined the fleet only a few hours before after landing its complement of marines a few days before on the Bay of Biscay, was struck in its midsection tearing a gapping hole in its port side. At the same time, a landing Sea-Hawk helicopter was struck by one of the massive missiles bursting it into flames on the deck of the small carrier.

Prescott was disgusted at the carnage he was witnessing, but had to maintain his composure. He looked out on his port window seeing three anti-shipping missile come screaming towards his ship. He bent down and covered his head. Two were shot down by the CIWS, the third struck the ship on the port midsection, below one of the 28in guns. The ship rattled and shook as it sustained the missile explosion.

“Status Mr. Jackson.”

“Sir, our number 4 battery is unresponsive. Medical and firefighter crews are in route”

As the Arrington was taking the punishment other ships in the fleet were taking heavy damage. A screaming communications officer on the flagship tried to explain to the Admiral that on the NRS Mathew Gould, an Oliver Perry Class, that a missile struck the bridge and the highest ranking officer that could be hailed was a Lieutenant.

The Admiral popped back up, and looked out as four smaller missiles struck the NRS Wilmingham , a Nimitz Class Carrier, on the port side, far above the waterline.

“Jesus…Mr. Jackson, I need a status report on the fleet. [/i]

OOC: I'll add more later, and as other members in the fleet take damage.

Xeraph

27-06-2007, 13:38

Commanders Norton, Jackson, Somers, and Zwingli were still waiting for orders to deploy when Admiral Collin's aide popped out of the CommCenter. "Gentlemen, the Admiral will see you now." In a much lower voice, he said, "Sirs, our allies are taking a beating. Newtdom blew the hell out of the MP fleet, but is taking severe losses. Barcelona is gone. Jarridia, ViZ and Tarlag are on the offensive. Doom is throwing everything at us but the kitchen sink."

The commanders glanced at each other, then entered the Admiral's stateroom.

"At ease gentlemen. I'm not going to beat around the bush. We're in the fight of our lives right now. Gibralter will eventually fall to ALF. It's gonna be a high price. For right now, it's our main concern, but the MedSea situation is right on it's heels. Our naval units there are at 43% strength. Not much use to anyone in that condition. We MUST break through, reinforce, and attack the Doomani fleet while simultaneously assaulting the Doomani occupation forces in Italia. Tarlag is coordinating with our fleet. I want every available carrier, missile ship/cruiser, battleship, destroyer, frigate, and sub focussed on this objective. I've alerted the Royal AirForce to put 70% of our Mambas, Vipers, and Rattlesnakes up immediately with the balance to hold back to cover the Pythons and Anacondas. King Cobras will deal with the Doomani fleet off Spain as will the subs." He stood up.

"I'll repeat. This is do-or-die. The Regents have ordered reinforcements from Black Shadows, Grey Phoenix, and Auralinia. They will not be here in time to do anything but mop up..........or pick up the pieces." He paused to let that sink in. "Our GAPTS allies are pummeling the enemy on all fronts. Doom is giving as good as it gets. Steel and Fire are mobilizing over 5,000 naval units. I have no info as to whether they will be of aid in this offensive." He looked at each commander.

"There's nothing more I have to say. You gentlemen know your job. Do it better than you ever have, and we'll win. If you don't, they'll be singing about you as heroes in years to come............dead heroes. Dismissed."

The commanders saluted and turned to race out of the room. There was no time to waste......................

Although this was not the largest Xeraphian fleet ever assembled, it was damn close. Over 2,900 naval units spread out over a 300-mile staggered line ranging from Portugal down to just north of Morocco, it had one purpose: the eradication of the Doomani menace.

Six-hundred twelve Cossack-class battleships, four hundred eighty-two battlecarriers, two hundred sixteen standard carriers, three hundred sixty-six Hun-class destroyers, two hundred forty-four Oscar, Siren, and SeaWolf subs, twenty-one hundred each of the Air Death missile frigates and Sky Death missile destroyers, thirteen WarHammer Battle Groups each numbering 16 Tanith-class BattleCarriers, 31 Tanith-class Heavy BattleCruisers, and 23 Tanith-class Heavy Missile Destroyers. And the pride of the Royal Xeraphian Fleet, the six brand-new Vampire-class Nuclear Heavy BattleCarrier/MultiVLS Missile BattleShip. The Vampires carried 325 Rattlesnake Vector IIa fighters, 35 HC-IVaa AirWolf Sub-Sonic HCGSs, 12 Tom-3b cruise missiles, and 212 banks of Multi-Vector VLS SAM2 "Painted Death" darts, each bank firing 311 missiles, rapid reload specs.

Six hundred immense troop transport ships berthed off of the Gibralter coast, each transporting 3,225 ManPrime Clone Troopers: Commandos, Marine Recon, Mountain Stealth, and standard infantry. The other 10 million were being taken out of stasis and would be ready for transport in 36 hours.

One hundred eighty-three Royal Xeraphian AirWings were spread over the entire MedSea Region, from Cyprus to Portugal to Angola and Zimbabwe. Nearly 18,000 aircraft were at HIGH ALERT Status at all land bases. Eighty-eight hundred sea-based fighters were already producing round-the-clock recon and air support.

The remnant of the Xeraphian Navy in the MedSea were docked at Cyprus, repairs almost complete. Though a small contingent, they were ready to go.

AT 1500 hours, Operation ALFASSAULT would go down in the history books as a colossal strike at an evil enemy interloper. Only history would reveal the outcome....................

Jarridia

27-06-2007, 16:49

Barcelona, Spain; Jarridian Soveriegn Territory

Conditions in Barcelona had continued to worsen, and General Paulo was well aware that Doomingsland was not going stop their attack just because the city had been demolished. The Doomani Navy had quickly neared the shore and within seconds after, began their tremendous and awe-inspiring attack on the Jarridian Fortress. This was, in a sense, exactly what Paulo had been hoping for. The Doomani had come in close, and were focused on trying to obliterate a wall and entrances. "How quaint," he thought to himself as he sat in the Command Center. Deeper into the Jarridian Territory and the ruggid hills of Eastern Spain, Jarridian Missile Silos opened. These were left from the build-up against possible Macabean aggression many years ago and had remained well-stocked because of the on-going troubles in the Mediterranean. The Sequence Launchers were set and pointed up at deep angles, nearing 90 degrees. Once the launchers found their position, the Jarridian Lone-Star Missiles were fired up into the sky. These were quite different than the normal Jarridian Lone-Star: First Strikes used by the Navy and Airforce. These were much larger, much more powerful, and had the ability to be lobbed into the air silently before their thrusters engaged. The JLS arched up into the air, reaching their peak the thrusters were initiated and sent them speeding at a spiral before calming down into a perfect dart. During this quick transition, the launchers were realigned, lower this time, to provide two striking points. This time the JLS would not be lobbed, just fired directly. Upon reaching their strike zone, the missiles would initiate their final thruster to give them one last speed boost into the enemy ships. The tips would open and detach revealing a sharp pointed, cone shaped end that would allow for easier penetration into the decks and hulls of ships. One of these missiles could easily take our a cruiser or destroyer, whilst it would take several more to destroy an entire carrier or Battleship. The first wave focused their energy on the latter, strike the decks and hulls of carriers and battleships. The second wave, which came after a slight break between the two, sought to take out the cruisers and destroyers closer into shore. A 3rd wave was launched in the previous lobb form that would seek to 'clean up' the carrier and battleship divisions.

Doomingsland had done a good job on the fortress, and that was no lie. With men trapped in the mountains, and others getting barraged by the endless seige outside, it looked grim for the Jarridians, or was it? Doomingsland had overlooked one important concept. Jarridia was an extremely urban nation. The cities were dense, and Jarridia prided itself on 'taking it to the streets.' Though Doomingsland had thoroughly decimated the city and the exits to the mountain, they had not accounted for the underground network of the city. Deep under the city Jarridia had design countless corridors, some only for armed men, and some large enough for entire tank divisions to roll through. Entrances and exits were hidden, some where mere manholes, others were disguised in underground roadway networks. It was a maze to newcomers, but Jarridians were well trained for this type of warfare since most Jarridian cities have this same concept.

The men gathered themselves into their respective divisions and prepared to roll out. The mountains had provided a perfect protection from the bombardment, so they were ready in force. Underground 1.1 Million men marched out into the corridors, armed with grenades and Standard GIR-47 Assault Rifle and together with tank divisions that would soon split off into their respective tunnels. The tank divisions contained normal Jarridian Urban/Suburban Warfare Tanks, Jarridian Longhorn Class Tanks, MAD IV "Imperator" and "Imperator-U" (urban warfare variant) tanks. Out of other surrounding Jarridian Bases, smaller bands of forces left via their main entrances instead of utilizing the tunnels. The city was a hell, in any sense of the word. Climbing amidst rubble and escaping naval fire was a challenge that was barely possible. Their goal was to coax the Doomani deeper into the city so that the forces lying in wait beneath them could take the small Doomani force by surprise.

Atlantic Ocean, Jarridian Fleet

The First Jarridian Fleet had been severely weakend, though enough force was left to fire back and attempt defense against the current Doomani onslaught. By this time though, the Second Fleet, consisting of nearly another 3500 ships had arrived in full force. The slightly rejected First Fleet was given orders to take berth in Portugal, not only for repair and restocking, but also to help protect against and Clandonian activity should they come to Portugal. The Second Fleet began making their move towards the Straight. Taking heavy fire from Doomingsland, they responded in kind as they closed in on Morocco.

OOC: Need to go to work....I will finish this post when I get there. Thanks.

Nueve Italia

27-06-2007, 18:02

OOC: Damn I left this alone for awhile ...
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Nitalian 7th Battle Fleet

The seas were full of shifting allegiances, gunfire, and fiery explosions. While Gibraltar itself was overrun, reports were coming in from the spearhead of the NIIN that defenses from Morocco had opened fire with a type of Doomani missile that baffled some captains on how to counter. Already, Admiral Bertrille Faccina, on board the flagship Angelo Santo, was getting horrific calls and reports back from the front lines. The communication waves blared nothing back but terrifying screams of agony, desperate pleas for help, and then silence. She hung her head when the sounds finally died out.

" Status," she asked for in a monotone, her feelings more than grave on the matter.

" Ma'am, we have twenty seven ships inoperable, another thirteen wounded and limping back to the main fleet."

In Nitalian fashion, Admiral Faccina had deployed her fleet outside of Gibraltar's range, and then sent an aerial wing and a vanguard force to assault it. Now, most of the seapower of that force was crippled.

" Tell any survivors to move inside the perimeter of the main fleet. Call the air squadrons back, as well as the aeromars."

As the order was sent out, the Admiral looked up. In front of her, a cloud of black smoke rose to touch the clouds themselves. Thousands of men of the Allied force were dead and dying ...
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Above the Straits of Gibraltar, 22nd Naval Tactical Fighter Wing

" Jesus Christ, isn't there anything we can do?"

The pilots of the various squadrons and air fleets of the 7th Battle Fleet watched in horror and awe at the destruction the Doomanis wrought against the allied fleet. Nitalian ships were split in half from the impact of these missile-torpedoes, and then exploded, tossing some of the smaller ships' hulls away from the blast site like ragdolls.

The pilots above soon found that they had their own worries. Velkyan Missiles, Bombers, and Fighters had entered the area, intent on finishing off whatever remained of the injured fleet.

" Firehawk Leader, this is Firehawk 3. Raul, do you think they hit the main fleet too?"

As the fighters began to take up formation in order to try and hold off this new threat, the 22nd NTFW Captain responded,

" I'm not sure. Either way, if that's the case, then the ships below us are the only ones left, and I'm not letting them take more of my countrymen to the grave."

With a resolve stronger than that of Jesus when he bore his Cross, the pilots of the NIIN made way to engage the Velkyan forces in the area.

" Someone alert the ships below us, all the allied ships. Anyone else who can fire better do so!"

Within seconds, AA batteries, Sea-to-Air missiles, CIWS batteries, everything that the Nitalian Fleet inside Gibraltar had left was launched with the intent of shooting down everything that was thrown at them.

Meanwhile, the Nitalian fighter pilots tore after their aerial adversaries while the dive bombers began to hit hypersonic speeds in order to make it back to the main fleet. Aerial missiles and, one they were close enough, guns, arched through the blue yonder, intent on taking out any man or woman who dared kill another Nitalian.
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The Bridge of the Angelo Santo

" Ma'am! There's a new enemy attack on Gibraltar, coming from our direction!"

Admiral Faccina's face could not have born any more shock from this news. Another attack would destroy whatever was left at Gibraltar.

" What?! It came from the West? Are they vectoring in on us?"

After a few moments, the reply came back, " No ma'am, it appears their aircraft and missiles went right over us."

If that was the case, it meant another enemy fleet was at the rear of the 7th. There's no escape ...

Bertrille was faced with a hard choice: she could either order her men to push on through Gibraltar, effectively putting them right in the line of fire of the rest of the Doomani defenses, or she could begin a retreat, in which case whatever was left of her fleet would have to engage and destroy another enemy battle group that was completely fresh in terms of fatigue and ammunition.

" Mierda, get me on line with allied command!"

" Yes ma'am! Allied command on line, stand-by to transmit ..."
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Attention Allied Command:

This is Admiral Betrille Faccina of the Nitalian Seventh Battle Group. We, along with any other allied combatants in the area around or in Gibraltar, are surrounded, with attacks coming from both the defenses of Morocco and a new threat coming from the far West. Our course of action must be decided quickly, or we shall all perish. I call for an immediate assault on the enemy to our rear, less we are boxed, cornered, and finally wiped out. If we remove this new enemy, we need not worry about fighting a battle on two fronts. What say you, the Commanders of the Allied Liberation Force?

~

Doomingsland

27-06-2007, 18:10

Barcelona

Whomever had planned out the defense of Barcelona had quite possibly made the greatest blunder in Jarridian military history. By leaving 1.1 million men in the tunnels, he had effectively sealed their fate. Their fate of course was to die the slow, agonizing death of being burried alive in their own tunnels.

Of course the Doomani had made sure to scan the city with satellite-based ground penetrating RADAR and so they knew fully well of the presence of an enourmous tunnel network beneath the city of Barcelona. What it housed they did not know; however, with the scarcity of Jarridian troops on the surface, they could only conclude that the rest of the Jarridian Army in Barcelona had taken shelter in the tunnels.

They did not know precise numbers but that did not matter; the tunnels would be collapsed all the same.

Three-hundred Unity Guns would be used in this operation along with ten of the enourmous Nuclear Pulse Guns. Fired from mainland Doomanum, the enourmous array of superguns were loaded up with earthquake bombs. They would lob their shells into orbit, which would then come down in Barcelona, aided by GPS and inertial referencing, and impact throughout the city; the rounds themselves were purpose built for collapsing enemy bunker and tunnel networks through penetrating the ground and detonating, effectively causing an earthquake. With three hundred earthquake rounds fired by the Unity Guns and a further ten even larger earthquake rounds fired by the NPGs, the likelihood of the survival of the Jarridian tunnel network was certainly low; Barcelona was about to be hit by a positively massive earthquake.

As if that weren't enough, a flight of twenty Sariel bombers was launched out of Algeria laden with even more earthquake bombs in order to collapse whatever tunnels remained following the initial strike by the superguns.

Meanwhile, the Jarridian missile attack had reaped some success on Classis Italia; while the Jarridians had been mistaken in terms of the effectiveness of purely kinetic weaponry against massive armored ships, they proved devastating against smaller escorts. An immense amount of anti-missile fire was put out by the fleet as soon as the Jarridian missile launchers began sending their payloads downrange, neutralizing many of the enemy missiles before they even got near the Doomani fleet; the missiles in the first wave that did make it through managed to put holes in nine battleships, two pocket super dreadnaughts, and one super dreadnaught; however, damage on those ships with the exception of three wasn't major and could be repaired without effecting the vessels' combat capacity. The three that were heavily damaged were unfortunate enough to have the kinetic energy penetrator connect with their magazines, blowing one battleship completely apart and putting another two out of action.

Six carriers were also hit; three of them were put out of action entirely when multiple kinetic energy rounds detonated the missile magazines beneath their decks, while the other three had flight ops disrupted due to the big holes in the deck that would need patching up and the destruction of maintainence systems and aircraft below deck.

The fleet, simultaneously with the first wave of Jarridian missiles, launched a massive counter-attack on the enemy launching sights, peppering the enemy bases with armor-piercing cluster munitions, making sure to pock the entire area with explosives to ensure there would be no more launches. Whatever missiles were launched in the second wave managed to make a mark, however; despite an even stiffer effort by Classis Italia to down the next wave of incoming missiles, they still managed to cause damage amongst the escorts, sinking or mission-killing 25 frigates, 19 destroyers, and 8 cruisers

Finally, Legio XVII was begining to close on Barcelona with just another two hundred miles to go before their lead elements began to touch down in the city...

Tarlag

27-06-2007, 18:28

OCC Sorry I am late with this but had a lot to do the last two days.
Just west of the Straits of Gibraltar

"Incoming missiles and torpedoes at 2 to5 o'clock Sir." came a disembodied voice over the speaker.
Admiral Dayron responded instantly " Activate hedgehog anti torp system and Accukack AMS system. Radar I want exact launch position of those trops and missiles."
All the ships in the advancing fleet came to life automatic guns began tracking the missiles that would be the first to hit. Flares and chaff were launched from every ship. Bullet storm units launched 30mm fragmentation and impact grenades to greet the first wave of Doomingland missiles. the automatic guns soon began opening up as soon as they were in range.
Despite the barrage that was put up by the fleet impacts were seen among the gathered warships.
As the torpedoes approached the hedgehog units cam to life. Computer controlled, they began lobing concusion charges in an attempt to intercept the underwater attack. Dispite this more ships were hit.

Mean while back in C&C
"launch positions locked on Sir."
"Order all main batteries to fire at computer assigned targets. Those VLS launchers, Torpedo tubes and any airfield and radar unit in range along with any coastal defense battery we have IDed."
Any one on the decks of the ships would have been deafened if not out right killed by the concussion of the massed guns firing. The 5 inchers of the escorts and the secondary batteries of the bigger ships opened up on what ever targets that were directly on the shore. The longer range 8 inch and 12 inch batteries of the cruisers and light battle cruisers fired on targets further out Radar stations and the heavier coastal guns. Tarlags IDF built Began class bombardment ships opened up with their 10 inch automatic guns on any target in their range, each ship had nine 10 inch guns firing 5 times a minute.
With in moments of the order the heavier ships opened up as soon as then computer link gave them their targets. The 15 inch guns of the refitted Cotland built Tiger class BattleCruisers fired at any airfields within 50 miles of the cost their computer guided rocket assisted shells falling on the Doomingland defenses. The heavier 16 inchers of the Foreign built Conscript class Battleships fired on the same targets. The heavier 18.1 inch guns of the Yamato IIs and the Argo's fired on targets up to 75 miles inland airfields and the VLS launchers. The heaviest guns in the fleet belonged to the Satsuma BBHs and the Agincourt Class SDs Their 24 inch cannon lobed shells up to 100 miles inland hitting any target worthy of their wrath.
As the Fleet steamed through the Straits they left the burning hulks of their unlucky brethren in their wakes.
Behind the main battle fleet the Carrier groups began launching waves of SU-33s, Harrier IIs, and A-10Ns about a quarter of their complement to attack what ever the guns had not destroyed. The rest of their aircraft stayed to meet any attack launched on them.

Occ the Fleet to the west I will deal with on my next post.

Jarridia

27-06-2007, 19:31

Official Communique
The Pure Democracy of Jarridia

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ATTN: Diplomats and Government of Doomingsland

The Pure Democracy of Jarridia seeks the beginning of diplomatic discussion concerning the ongoing war in the Mediterranean. It has come to our attention here at home that our attempts for entering the said ocean and regaining control over the nation of ViZion have failed. We can no longer continue at this destructive pace and seek an immediate Cease Fire in the Mediterranean and a Surrender of Jarridian Forces in the Jarridian City of Barcelona. We hope that our call will not fall upon deaf ears and that we can begin the process of building towards a peace in the Mediterranean and Iberian Peninsula. Let it be known that Governor Wallace Peicher of the Jarridian Portuguese State is willing to meet a Doomani Diplomat at any location, whether it be in Portugal, or another location of your choosing. Pursuant to Jarridian Code of Military Activities, all Jarridian Forces will be ordered to stand down in a mark of cease fire all around the Straight of Gibraltar and a White Flag will be raised from the Fortress at Barcelona signifying the surrender of our forces. We hope to hear your response at once. Thank you.

Emily Vaclavik
Secretary of State

Paul Munin
Assistant Director of Foreign Affairs

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Throughout the Atlantic the Jarridian Fleet ceased movement and the firing of ammunition. It was an eerie sight as only moments before the Jarridian War Machine had continued its bombardment of Morocco on its way towards entering the Mediterranean. The sudden order from the homeland was a shock to all forces in the naval fleets, and the word of the destruction and surrender of Barcelona had finally reached their ears. They're faces were priceless. Almost a rejected look knowing that Jarridia had lost the war to save their ally, ViZion. Many, though, were ready to make the trek back home and live to fight another day.

Meanwhile, the death and destruction in Barcelona was unbearable. at least 900,000 men lost their lives in the tunnels under the city, while man others had been taken as prisoners or died in the seige. With total destruction imminent, General Paulo had no choice but to lower the Jarridian Flag and raise the White Flag of Surrender.

Doomingsland

27-06-2007, 20:19

Barcelona

Silence. At long last, silence. The shooting had finally stopped. The crackling of flames and the screams of the wounded emanated throughout the city as Legio XVII's troops began to make landfall throughout the city. The roaring of jet engines drowned out the moaning of the dying as their aircraft touched down in various portions of the city. The Gladiator VTOL transports touched down for a few seconds; just long enough for all twenty-eight men aboard each craft to swarm out.

Combat cameramen attached to Doomani units filmed as the battered Jarridian defenders filed out of what remained of their bunkers, their hands in the air, and were taken into captivity by the Legionaries. Clad in grey digital-pattern camoflage uniforms and armored in their distinct Lorica vests and their C.VII helms with the familiar armored cheek pieces that commonly distinguished Doomani troops along with the armored visors mounted to the helmets, the Legionaries stood like silent sentinels about the entrances to the defensive works as their captives filed out, their DR-83M-pattern rifles at the ready.

The prisoners were effeciently rounded up and secured, their wrists tied behind their backs with shackles, and were chained together at the neck. Mounds of captured Generian-made GIR-47 rifles were piled ten feet high, further testament to the impending conflict between the Empire of Generia and the Imperium Doomanum. The infamous scene of columns of chained Jarridians numbering in the thousands marching across the barren moonscape that was once the City of Barcelona under the close guard of the Legionaries reverberated throughout the city as the captives were assembled in various areas for counting and holding.

Flying above their heads was the standard of the Imperial Army, the Labarum, emblazoned in gold on a black banner, a burning symbol of Christendom's triumph over the infidel in this wasteland.

Legatus Legionis Deodatus Herminius, commander of Legio XVII, personally accepted General Paolo's surrender, overseeing the raising of the Crusader's Death's Head, banner of the Imperium, over the fortress by his men. The scene was priceless: the cameraman on sight was filming what was to be one of the most published images of Imperial conquest to date.

Not only was the Fall of Barcelona a decisive military victory: it was a tremendous political victory for the Imperium Doomanum. Against all odds, the Imperium had triumphed in the Name of God against endless barbarian hordes, crushing the final Jarridian outpost on the Mediterranean beneath the heel of Caesar's Legions.

Imperial Army engineers had commenced the repairing of the airfields that had been ruined by the guns of Classis Italia, which were now firing a salute volley into the harbor. Within two hours, heavy transport aircraft would begin to ferry tens of thousands more Imperial soldiers to commence the permenant occupation of what remained of the city.

OFFICIAL COMMUNIQUE

IMPERIVM DOOMANVM

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Fear not, Jarridians, for I am a man of mercy; as Imperator of the Imperium Doomanum, it is my right to decide the fate of those taken captive by my legions, and I have chosen to spare the many thousands that are now my prisoners in Barcelona. In the Name of Our Lord, Jesus Christ, we have triumphed over all of the hordes you have mustered!

Indeed; now is the time for diplomacy. I have instructed Magister Militum F. Lucius Avitus, governor of the Combined Mediterranean Provinces of the Imperium Doomanum, to arrange for diplomatic talks aboard the super dreadnaught St. Michael. Your Governor Wallace Peicher will have the honor of negotiating with Admiral Cassius Quintus Dio, the man that defeated you, and to whom I along with the Senatus have granted the honor of Triumph.

Indeed, there shall be peace between our people...for now.

-Imperator Maximus III Doomanus

Theoroshia

27-06-2007, 23:06

Barcelona, Theoroshian Defenses

Surprised at the swiftness in which the Jarridians had surrendered, the Theoroshians had little time to act. However, instead of going into captivity, the Theoroshian commander sent a message to the Doomanus commander.

We, the Theoroshian 1st Ground Division, request a cease fire. We will move our units to prepared landing points, and return to Theoroshian lands.

The commander hoped that the Doomanus leader would let them.

Jarridia

27-06-2007, 23:07

Governor Peicher nodded at his assignment and readied himself for transport to the super dreadnaught and his diplomatic date with Admiral Cassius Quintus Dio of the Doomani Fleet. He was a strong man, in his late 60's, and had seen Jarridia through many times of triumph and hardship. Despite this, he couldn't help but feel a deep sense of mourn and regret. He looked across the room at his aid Sampson Malle.

"Sampson..." Peicher began, "I never thought I would see the day when Jarridia could answer with nothing, and certain never to Doomingsland."

Sampson looked back at Peicher, and giving out a small sigh to the Governer's statement, he responded, "I can't quite fathom it either. However, I assume we wouldn't surrender if it wasn't what was best for Jarridia."

Peicher nodded, continuing to tie his shoes and fix his tie. He grabbed his blazer and pulled it on then stopped for another moment with Sampson, "This is very true. We could fight forever to try and save ViZion, but at what costs? Losing Jarridia? We may have lost this fight, but the important thing is that we haven't lost ourselves. People may look at us as cowards for surrendering, but we've lost a lot in this war, and to ensure our own survival, we must take care of ourselves first."

Peicher turned away from Sampson and walked towards his private jet waiting to escort him from Lisbon, Portugal to the approved destination in Barcelona. The small jet cut across the nations of Spain and Portugal before making it's arrival in Barcelona. Peicher had read the return letter from Emperor Maximus, but in no way was prepared for what he could see outside his window. thousands upon thousands of Jarridian Soldiers tethered together and in perfectly straight lines. The entire city was simply obliterated. His eyes became sort of misty, as he had spent a lot of his childhood in Barcelona with his family. He quickly regained composure as the jet landed. It finally came to a stop and he stood up awaiting his guards to aid him on stepping off the plane. The doors opened and the stairs reached the ground. He was led by 3 Jarridian Marines, and followed up by another 2. His eyes quickly glanced out at the Doomani soldiers and the destruction before finally reaching the ground.

Newtdom

27-06-2007, 23:11

~Mountains north of Barcelona~

The triumvirate of generals stood in amazement as they overlooked the carnage and destruction that was Barcelona. The city was all but flattened, and although they had not had any contact with the Jarridians, the three men realized that their fight was over.

Clippard hailed Generals DeSalvo and Andrews over a secure communications frequency.

“What do you think we should do?” Clippard said.

DeSalvo answered first “I don’t think we have too many options at the moment. Our fleets are taking hell in the Atlantic. We cannot afford an all out attack, we are out numbered.”

Andrews, considered by many as the second coming of Patton, disagreed “Let’s beat the piss out of them. You know damn well your men will fight to the last man standing.”

Clippard gave a small chuckle, “That is not the point General; we don’t have secure supply lines. This could turn into another Dien Bien Phu, if we aren’t lucky.”

Andrews quickly retorted, “That can happen to us in these hills just as easily. Either way, we need to operate as one unit; we cannot afford to split apart with so few numbers, compared to our enemy.”

The generals agreed.

DeSalvo then said “We cannot encircle them, we would be stretched to thin. We cannot attack them at one point, we would be bottlenecked. We don’t have much of a choice if we want to attack. It’s either a pincer or we stay in the hills. Honestly, we just need to hope those armies get dispatched here, soon.”

Clippard continued, “Gentlemen, we are out numbered, but as long as we are dug in we can give one hell of a fight. We should form a fish hook defensive position along the hills.”

Andrews tentatively agreed, while DeSalvo was all for it.

Andrews asked “How are we going to distribute our forces?”

DeSalvo intervened “Your marines are the only unit at full strength. We should place them in the middle, and on the highest points. And you’re the only force with heavy artillery…Thank God we hold the high ground.”

Andrews liked the idea, he wanted the glory, more like he craved the glory, even though he had more than enough combat experience to be made a commander of the marine expeditionary force.

He agreed, “That is a good idea general, we must pool our resources. I’ll move my 300 M119s, 250 M109 Paladins, and my 150 Crusaders into the high ground above our lines. They will be broken into batteries, supported by their marine defense complement and any artillery personnel you have left.”

The Generals liked the plan.

Clippard asked “What about your APCs and tanks.”

Andrews continued “I have about 600 Piranha APCs, 500 Strykers, 250 Bradleys, 700 armored Humvees, 450 A1-A2 Abrams, 100 Merkava, 75 Challengers, and 75 Strikers. Which will be placed throughout the lines in various numbers to support the infantry and other units, any vehicles you still have should be placed in similar positions.”

The men agreed, and the orders were given out to the men to move into position.

Doomingsland

27-06-2007, 23:23

Barcelona

Legatus Legionis Deodatus Herminius laughed upon recieving the message from the Theoroshians. They were entirely at his mercy at this stage; he was fully capable of obliterating their positions in the blink of an eye. The fact they were making such ludicris demands only made things all the more amusing. With Legionaries formed up around the Theoroshian positions prepared to assault them at a moments notice and overwhelm them, he broadcasted his message over loudspeakers,

"Attention Theoroshian Forces, this is Legate Herminius, commander of the Seventeenth Legion. You have five minutes to throw away your weapons and approach our lines with your hands in the air. Failure to comply will result in your extermination. This is your final chance; if you do not surrender now, we will take no prisoners."

Meanwhile, a more formal request for surrender was drafted and delivered via datalink to the commander of the Newtish force,

Encrypted Communique

Greetings noble foe,

In case you have not noticed, the City of Barcelona is now firmly under the control of the Imperium Doomanum. You are cut off from all supplies and stranded in hostile territory. I am willing to spare the lives of you and all of your men in exchange for your immediate and unconditional surrender. Failure to comply will result in every piece of naval artillery at my disposal being brought to bear on your forces, and know this: if you do not accept this offer, I am under no obligation from my superiors to take any prisoners. I am fully willing and able to kill every last one of your men should I find it to be beneficial to the Imperium, and at the moment, it seems as if it would be a most beneficial course. You have ten minutes to decide.

-Legatus Legionis Deodatus Herminius, Commander of Legio XVII (the guys that just took over that city you were supposed to defend)

Meanwhile, coordinates were delivered to the guns of Classis Italia. Already the massive naval guns were being trained on the Newtish positions. Herminius fully intended to carry out his threats if his demands were not met.

The arrival of the Jarridian diplomat made victory all the sweeter for Herminius, who personally greeted the governor at the airfield and walked him and his staff over to the Gladiator transport VTOL that would carry them to the St. Michael. Today was a glorious day for the Imperium. Much had been accomplished; much heathen blood had been spilt, and it seemed as if even more may be spilt...

Jarridia

27-06-2007, 23:32

After shaking hands with Deodatus Herminius, Governor Peicher made his way onto the vessel silently and headed towards the ship. He could see it approaching in the distance and suddenly got a nervous feeling in the pit of his stomach as it got closer and closer. He was a Jarridian Superior, standing in the midst of the Doomani...something that had never been done before. He was overwhelmed by senses of anger, peace, and stress.

At last they had arrived to St. Michael, and he was led up to the deck where Admiral Dio was awaiting him. He approached the Doomani Admiral and pushed out his hand, "Greetings Admiral Dio. Thank you for agreeing to me. Let us now push aside this bloodshed and move forward in peace. I hope that an agreement can be reached..."

Steel and Fire

27-06-2007, 23:38

The War Room in Arcadia was one of Steel and Fire's finest constructions, as befitted a nation devoted mainly to waging war. Surrounded by high arched windows, paneled in oak and with clean-swept wooden floors, its centerpiece was a dodecagonal table around which the twelve members of the High Command had historically sat. Of course, in modern times the High Command had increased from just twelve to sixteen Generals, Admirals, Marshals, and other such military leaders; mostly due to the fact that the Triumvirate and President insisted upon taking part as well.

All fifteen men currently seated around the table stood as President Silbane entered the room and nodded deferentially in their direction. He was a tall man with strawlike grey hair and glasses, mild enough looking; his appearance belied his sometimes frighteningly belligerent personal views.

"Sit down, sit down," Silbane said in a moderate tenor, plumping himself down in his special chair, which was purple. (Another historic symbol of royalty.)

"Mr. President, according to the latest news from the ViZion front, Jarridia has surrendered to Doomingsland and the allied forces," Marshal John Edgar "Jed" Davidson informed him. Davidson was Field Marshal of the Republican Army, recently promoted to that capacity after serving as a five-star General for thirty-six years.

"Victory without a shot fired, eh?" Silbane smiled bitterly.

"Quite so." Jed Davidson sat back in his chair. "Most unsatisfactory.... it'll now look bad for us if we go ahead and invade them anyway as we promised we would."

"Oh dear. Well, can we influence the terms of their surrender treaty then? Heaven knows we have enough forces in the area to be considered a power."

"We can try. Sam, who've we got on Tango Foxtrot One?"

General Frederick "Samuel" Adams glanced over a list. "Palmer on the ground, Seabrook in the sea, Pergolesi in the air."

"Can we send one of them to the peace conference, then?" asked Silbane.

"Not justifiably. We haven't been invited, and crashing a party is bad form. Anyway, we've yet to directly engage the Jarridians."

Chalabi Jones of the Triumvirate broke in unexpectedly. "What about the other powers in the coalition? Have they surrendered yet?"

"I hadn't thought of that! Excellent idea," Silbane "contributed".

"As far as we can tell, no," said Davidson. "Theoroshia has stood down its forces. Newtdom and several other powers are continuing to fight.... it's unsure whether they haven't received news of the surrender yet, or are openly defying it, but I think we'd have a case for attacking them."

"Let's just keep on with what we're doing," interrupted Admiral William "Billy Bob" Roberts. "It seems to work?"

"Billy Bob has a point," Peter Aaronson of the Triumvirate said. "We'll simply do whatever the rest of our allies do. This is nominally Doomingsland's fight, so if the Doomies give us the word, we're to attack; if not, we just stay where we are until we can go home. It's kind of expensive, but we can afford it; I hope."

"Ha-ha," Bernard Rutherford didn't laugh.

"War's just another form of politics -- it's a game, and you play it," Jed Davidson said languidly.

Doomingsland

27-06-2007, 23:42

Dio sat across a long oaken table; his golden-trimmed black uniform was crisp and absolutely perfect. His scarred face was clouded slightly by the smoke from his cigar. He stood as Governor Peicher entered, taking the governor's hand in a firm handshake,

"Ave, governor. Caesar has commanded me to deliver you the following terms," he spoke in a low growl, reading off each term in rapid succession as he sat back down.

He produced an elaborate scroll and began reading each term to those present in the room,

"Term number one: The Government of Jarridia shall pay, in full, a total sum of Ten Trillion Denarii to the Imperium Doomanum in tribute, ransom, and reparations for damages caused.

"Term number two: the Government of Jarridia shall abandon its claims to the cities of Mediport and Barcelona.

"Term number three: the Government of Jarridia shall acknowledge the territory once belonging to the former nation of ViZion currently occupied by the Imperium Doomanum as lawfully belonging to the Imperium Doomanum.

"Term number three: the Government of Jarridia shall make no further aggressive actions towards the Imperium Doomanum in the region of the Mediterranean.

"Term number four: the Imperium Doomanum, in good faith with Jarridia's obedience to the treaty, shall release unharmed all Jarridian soldiers taken prisoner in the City of Barcelona.

"Term number five: the President of Jarridia shall publicly acknowledge the defeat of the Jarridian Nation in this conflict.

"And, last but not least, term number six: a ceasefire shall henceforth exist between the Imperium Doomanum and Jarridia, and Jarridia shall rescind its declaration of war against the Imperium Doomanum."

Looking back up from the scroll, the admiral stared coldly at the governor, reclining in his seat and motioning for his aid to place a copy of the treaty in front of the Jarridian.

"Please sign your copy of the treaty, Governor Peicher."

Jarridia

27-06-2007, 23:58

Doomingsland

28-06-2007, 00:02

Admiral Dio's reserved manner did not crack even with the delightful moment of the Jarridian signing the treaty. Standing once more, the two men shook hands as reporters took pictures of the moment, and the admiral saw the governor off personally.

"Because some of your allies are still putting up resistance in the area of Barcelona, we will not be able to commence prisoner transfer until they have been pacified. We estimate the first shipment will arrive in Portugal within a week."

The Gladiator transport then lifted up off of the helo pad, rocketing towards the reconstructed airfield at Barcelona to deliver the governor back to his private jet. The Jarridian-Doomani war had officially ended.

Theoroshia

28-06-2007, 00:21

Barcelona, Theoroshian Defenses

The Theoroshian commander had heard the enemies commands, and shuddered. He despised the enemy, and despised their supposed "allies" Jarridia for putting them in such a situation.

He examined the situation. He could surrender, and be branded as a coward. Or they could fight gallantly, and forever show to future generations of Theoroshian officers how Theoroshia fights wars. He decided instantly.

He got on the division radio.

"All units, this is Commander Aleksayev. As I'm sure you know, we're pretty much surrounded. We could surrender, Comrades, and if you want to, you may. However, Comrades, I will not. I will charge, and I hope the rest of the division follows."

He paused for a second. He knew very well that he could surrender now, and that they would be delivered safely to Theoroshia. However, he could not do it. Cowardice was not an option.

"Comrades, I ask one more thing of you. All units will advance! Forward, for Theoroshia!"

With that, he set the radio down and boarded his command T-90. Cranking up the engine, the driver looked up at his commander. His commander looked back. "Let's go, Dmitry. Full speed ahead."

With that, the entire division moved forward. Four hundred T-80s, five hundred and twenty five T-90s, two thousand infantry men, and one thousand BMPs charged as one.

Not one would survive.

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New Russia, Capital of Theoroshia

The Head Director stared at the screen, watching the ground division charge through the lens of an Osteian satelitte. He was proud at them, yet at the same time outraged. How could his allies do this? How could they surrender like chofaki, like cowards?

*

The Head Director stared at the collection of reporters.

"I come before you to issue a statement to Jarridia, and the rest of the Westwood Alliance. The statement is this: we won't affiliate in any way with cowards. You never informed Theoroshia that you were surrendering, and the abruptness in which you did cost us the lives of an entire ground division. We are leaving the Westwood Alliance. Know this: we will never forget."

With that, he stepped down from the podium and walked back to his office.

Doomingsland

28-06-2007, 00:49

Barcelona

The sudden charge of Theoroshian armor from out of the enemy stronghold was not a pretty sight for the men of Legio XVII. Immediately, officers all along the line calmly called in fire missions all along the enemy's avenue of approach. Within a matter of seconds the big guns of the fleet were trained towards the swarm of enemy tanks.

Herminius himself intervened; he saw an oppurtunity to prove that he meant business to the Newtish at the expense of the Theoroshians. Although he personally admired the Theoroshians for their refusal to surrender and willingness to die, he would enjoy killing them all the same.

Flying forth from the massive guns were not conventional shells; Herminius had authorized the usage of tactical nuclear weapons. Two hundred five kiloton nuclear warheads landed all along the Theoroshian line as they approached; while the enemy armor would be vaporized, the yield of the weaponry was small enough that the Imperial troops would come out alive.

Within seconds, the line of enemy tanks became brighter than a thousand suns. Herminius was simply proving a point: cross the Imperium, and you do nothing but bring Armageddon upon yourself.

Theoroshia

28-06-2007, 01:00

New Russian, Capital of Theoroshia

The Head Director returned to the podium a few hours later. After watching his men be vaporized by a tactical nuclear weapon, he wanted to throw up. However, he pulled himself together at the last moment and stood before a larger crowd.

"The war is over, Comrades. Theoroshia is officially out."

One of the reporters asked a question before the Head Director could move back to his office. "Comrade Premier, what is your stance on the enemy using tactical nuclear weapons?"

The Head Director turned around, and smiled. "That's not the least of my worries, Comrade reporter." With that, he walked into his office and began planning a new operation. Operation Redemption II.

Doomingsland

28-06-2007, 01:07

Barcelona

The soldiers manning the line facing the incoming Theoroshian rush were quickly evacuated by VTOL aircraft following the nuclear strike. Two hospital ships had been set aside for decontamination. With luck, there wouldn't be any serious injuries or deaths resulting from the radiation...

Nueve Italia

28-06-2007, 04:06

Straits of Gibraltar

~ Like a storm suddenly lifting, the Doomani guns from Morocco ceased firing. The Nitalian ships in the area were unsure of why. Perhaps they had some other, more sadistic death planned for the sailors of the NIIN until a message arrived from the Angelo Santo declaring that Jarridia and Doomingsland had signed a cease-fire.

The problem at hand, however, was that Nitalian ships were damaged and sinking. Some were on fire, some were already sinking slowly into the shallow waters as they retreated back to the Nitalian fleet. Bertrille knew that they would most likely not going to be able to make it back, however. They would drown before they made it close enough, or their ships would probably finally explode from the fires spreading throughout their decks. Sailors were going to die from one reason or another, and Admiral Faccina was not going to let that happen. She had no choice but to get in touch with the defenses at Morocco, and request permission to move her ships in to save whomever she could ...

Attention Commander of the Doomani Forces in Morocco:

This is Admiral Bertrille Faccina, commander of the Nitalian Fleet within the Gibraltar area. We have been made aware of the cease fire between the ALF and the Doomani Forces, and would like to make a request of you. Your attacks have left many of our ships damaged and sinking, leaving our sailors stranded onboard. We request permission to move at most six cargo vessels into the Straits of Gibraltar in order to rescue these men and women of Nueve Italia.

We ask of you to consider this request in the name of whatever honor remains on the field of battle. We Nitalians have met your soldiers in battle, and both recognize and admire your superiority and tenacity, but we will not let our own soldiers die such a meek death.

Please, consider this request.

~

Tarlag

28-06-2007, 05:17

Admiral Dayron shook his head in disbelief. "Jarridia with no word to us surrenders, Bastards, Any word from the others?"
Throwing up their hands and giving up Sir, all except the Theoroshian Ground troops it looked like they were going to make a fight of it till they go nuked."
"Personally Captain I don't feel like dieing for cowards today order all ships still able to head back out to the Atlantic and home."
"What about our damaged ships and men in the water?"
Order any ship not able to steam under its own power to be scudded. I want every rescue chopper we have to pick up our men and any allied personal we find in the water."
"Even Jarridian personal."
"No their yellow streeks will let them be spotted by their own people."
"Admiral their is still the matter of those men we picked up from that convoy. They all have been transferred over to the hospital ship Lady of Hope. What should we do with them? Dump them over the side and let them swim home."
" No Captain, That would be in poor taste. Medevac them to Jarridian held territory in good shape with my complements."

*********ENCODED MESSAGE TO XERAPH FLEET**************

Tarlagian Grand Fleet retiring from combat area. Suggest you do same. No need to die for lost cause. Admiral Dayron Commanding

MESSAGE ENDS

************OPEN MESSAGE*************************

Cease Fire acknowledged
retiring from combat area

Jarridia

28-06-2007, 05:44

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imported_ViZion

28-06-2007, 06:53

Upon the news breaking of Jarridia's surrender, the nation of ViZion went silent. It was completely unexpected, unseen. No ViZionarian had never seen Jarridia surrender in a fight to help ViZion like this before. No one saw it, but one could have expected such a move given the losses Jarridia had been taking.

None the less, the once spotless public view of Jarridia had been hazed instantly. And it did not stop there. This view carried over through the ViZionarian government and Armed Forces. What was once an alliance made of solid concrete was now cracked. Fractured, however not destroyed.

Shortly after, the government became abuzz with action. With the unseen surrender of Jarridia being announced, the usage of nuclear weapons against part of Theoroshia, and the cease fire declared, there was much going on.

A message was quickly drafted;

Jarridia,

We are in shock at your action of surrender coming from out of the blue. No warning, not even to your allies. Not even to us. It is discouraging that the nation we had never questioned as the greatest ally of all time to us would do such a thing. Leading the Allied Liberation Forces, and then dropping out of nowhere like that, leaving the ALF leaderless and shocked, was unexcusable. A notice ahead of time leading to this would have been acceptable, but this action taken, blindsiding the entire ALF, and indeed ViZion, is not.

However, we shall not be calling off our alliance. The Jaro-ViZo Alliance has long been considered the greatest alliance of all time between two nations. While our relationship has been fractured, and many in ViZion feel that there should be no friendship left between our two nations, a more level minded action preveiled.

We do wish to, overtime, be able to repair the fractured alliance that once stood undeniably perfect. But that shall take time, as many have no trust in your nation now.

ViZion has been working on rebuilding in Africa, as you are well aware of. We still wish to collaborate with Jarridia on the current projects. Future projects not in action at this time that would have been joint efforts are now in questions, however.

We do hope things can be repaired. And we look forward to hearing your response.

President Kilo

The Lone Alliance

28-06-2007, 08:10

-TLA Fleet-
~Bridge, Capital Ship~
Admiral Rainer sat somberly in one of the chairs overlooking the sea, clenching a small sheet of paper in his hand.
"Surrender and Cease-fire." he muttered.
"A surrender and a Cease F***ing fire." he shouted balling up and tossing the paper behind his back, barely missing another officer as he walked up.
"Sir, what are your orders."
"... Retreat, full retreat, but stay away from the Steel and Fire fleet, I think our homeland is at risk anyway."
The officer began to walk off before the Admiral motioned him over again.
"Tell me, is it true that they used nuclear weapons against the Theoroshians."
"Yes sir."
"Call the reserve option, tell them they are a go."
"Sir?"
"This cannot go unpunished, do it."
"Yes sir."
He turned and looked back out over the ocean.
You will pay... He thought angerly, You will definitely pay...

Clandonia Prime

28-06-2007, 12:50

Clandonian Forces Italia, 80 km's outside Roma

The news of the Jarridian surrender was greeted with much celebration by the small Clandonian division. The guns of the Royal Artillery had done their work, perhaps killing hundreds of thousands with their intense bombardment. General Sir Anthony Cecil Hogmanay Melchett had come to visit the troops, bringing in beer and BBQ's for the party in celebration of the victory. The Clandonian's had lost sixteen men in the war, those on the ships that had tried to breach the enemy blockade had paid their price to King and Country, the damaged ships sat in the Doomani dry dock waiting to be transported back to Clandonia for repairs. The pictures of how the Doomani had finished off the Theoroshian's was cheered at.

A dispatch rider was sent to deliver a message to the Doomani commander with a box of Clandonian Virgin Island cigars, made from the famed tobacco that grew on the remote island with an invitation to meet the King to be given the King's Cross medal. Bomber crews returning from patrol joined the party at the base, most hadn't even fired a shot off in anger for the war that had ended rather abruptly.

"Typical Jarridians, cowards with their bloody slut of a President!" Jeered a group of ammunition technicians who were having a smoke sitting on top of the huge ammo iso containers and were obviously quite intoxicated. The General had come round, canvassing with his men, pats on the back and the handing out of cigars was a great moral booster as the plan next was unknown. There was talk of making a conquest into ViZon's Africa lands in the name of the Imperial Crown and to grab some compensation for the cost of the war, the public would demand more than just a cowardly surrender of the Jarridians.

The Clandonian fleet was four hundred kilometres from coastline of Jarridian controlled Portugal, an excellent colony could be made and with the assembled force and the weakened enemy it would be an easy adventure. The position was wired back to the capital for discussion with the War Office and for the Doomani to be informed of the plan. One thousand ships stood ready to open up a bombardment on their bases, they were not officially at war yet but their surrender and just opened up the new possibility, revenge for their little campaign that had resulted in a loss to Clandonian trade and the cost of mobilisation.

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Official Clandonian Response

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Secure Encrypted Communication to Doomani and Allied Forces

Firstly I would like to congratulate the Doomani military leadership on their excellent display of force and tactics in the defeat of the Jarridians. The war has been ended and we are victorious as a faction, the Jarridians must never be allowed to exhibit a thread to the assets of the Crown and her protectorates again, I am proposing to destroy the Jarridian fleet and conquer Portugal with the Expeditionary Force and split the land between those nations that wish to involve themselves.

This chance of a ceasefire is time that we can advance further towards their lines, these people are nothing but back stabbers and could turn around and strike.

God Save the King

General Sir Anthony Cecil Hogmanay Melchett

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Xeraph

28-06-2007, 14:02

Admiral Collins was mildly surprised. Not at the surrender, but at it's swiftness. You'd have to be a blind man not to see that the Jarridians were getting the hell beaten out of 'em. The message from Tarlag capped the day.

"Ensign, advise all commanders, naval, air, and land forces that I am ordering a temporary stand-down in all theaters. Upon confernment with the Regents, new orders will be forthcoming. That is all for now."

For the first time in his professional life, Collins didn't know what his leaders would do. He knew what Alaric would have done. He would have thrown everything the Empire had at the Doomani. But Alaric would never again issue such orders.

"Ensign, send a caraffe of Courvoisier to my stateroom. Get a message off to the Regents: Jarridia has unconditionally surrendered. Request further orders."

"Aye, sir."

Yallak

28-06-2007, 14:45

The Island of Lanzarote (or close enough)
Imperial HQ – 13:46 Hours

A portion of the Imperial Military had landed on one of the small islands to the North of Lanzarote in the early hours of the morning. General Sarhane wasn’t even sure of the places name. Alegraze, Alegranza, something like that. One thing was certain though and that was that it was far hotter on this near forgotten piece of rock than he had been expecting it to be. He was generally stationed in the Northern parts of the Empire and the highest the temperature ever got there was somewhat warm. The knowledge that he wouldn’t have to be sitting around here idly for very long however was enough to offset the minor discomfort. The invasion of Morocco was scheduled for the early hours of following morning.

Dozens of hastily constructed ‘facilities’ were scattered around, some partially dug into scrub covered hillsides, little more than tents that would act as headquarters, communication stations and field hospitals for the Empires soldiers. Sarhane was casually wandering throughout the tents inspecting the progress of the camps set-up when a Lieutenant came jogging around one of the tents, almost colliding into him.

‘Lieutenant?’ Sarhane asked suspiciously, extending an arm to brace the man from toppling over as he skidded to a stop.

‘Sorry, Sir,’ the officer exclaimed, hastily recovering his balance and giving his commander the appropriate salute.

‘And?’ The General asked simply, acknowledging the officers gesture with a curt nod of his head. He was never particularly interested in formalities.

The younger man held up pile of papers, whose partly crumpled condition was no doubt a result of the previous minutes near miss. ‘According to the communiqués and reports that our allies and enemies alike have been throwing around to each other, Jarridia has surrendered their besieged cities and brought an end to the war.’

Sarhane didn’t bother to look at the papers, after all, nobody who could be stupid enough to get something like that mistaken would ever be admitted into the Imperial Army. ‘This was an astonishing waste of time then. I had better go and contact the Emperor. You go and ask our friends from Tarlag if they would be so kind as to drop us back home.’

Encoded Imperial Transmission
To: The Pure Democracy of Jarridia

In light of recent events Imperial forces are withdrawing from the area. Our sincerest apologies for the losses you have suffered and for the lateness with which we arrived here. Too late it would seem.

Signed
General Sarhane, 3rd Imperial Legion

Tarlag

28-06-2007, 15:09

Aboard H.D.S. Lexington

"Rescue Choppers and boats are picking up survivors form the Lord Randal, Sir"
" Very Good Captain, Any word form the Allies?"
"Nueve Italia has requested to send rescue ships in to get their people and Xeraph is standing down and awaiting orders."
Radio the Nitalians and tell them we will get their people out, no need in risking any more of their lives. as soon as the rescue operation is complete we will link up with our reinforcements and then with the Xeraphian main fleet. Depending on Collins orders we will sail to ViZion territory in Africa and effect repairs."
"Sir The Duke will not be pleased with what has happened here someones head is going to roll for this."
"True, We were asked to join this knobel crusade by Xeraph being lead by Jarridia and then the Jarridians through their own mistakes got stomped. It happens, Knowing the Duke he will make a speech Blaming Jarridian leadership for the loss. Then he will shake up the upper brass and call it a day."

To Admiral Faccina
Commander Nueve Italia Fleet Commander
From Admiral Dayron

We will conduct Search and Rescue operations for you personal in the Med.
No need to endanger any more personal during this operation. Request rendezvous with your fleet and Xeraphian forces off cost of ViZion held Angola

To Admiral Collins
Commander of Xeraphian Fleet
From Admiral Dayron

Request Rendezvous with your main fleet. Depending on your orders suggest Allied forces retire to the south and make repairs. Please pass message along to Lone Alliance Commander.

To Yallak Commander 3ed Legion
From Admiral Dayron

Will provide transport and escort for your forces. I am moving forces south of combat area to await instructions. Suggest you do same.

Yallak

28-06-2007, 15:27

Encoded Imperial Transmission
To: Admiral Dayron

Much appreciated. South is where we are headed.
ETA until departure approximately one hour.

Signed
General Sarhane, Imperial 3rd Legion

Nueve Italia

28-06-2007, 17:18

To Admiral Faccina
Commander Nueve Italia Fleet Commander
From Admiral Dayron

We will conduct Search and Rescue operations for you personal in the Med.
No need to endanger any more personal during this operation. Request rendezvous with your fleet and Xeraphian forces off cost of ViZion held Angola

~ Even though aid had been offered, Bertrille was still cautious about moving. Any attempt to reach the stranded sailors could be seen by the Doomani as an attack, or at least an aggressive action.

There was also the matter that the Nitalians wanted to hold on to any ships they could possible salvage from the fiasco, and their sailors were fiercely loyal to the vessels they served aboard. Leaving them to sink and rust would be an absolute attrocity to the naval warriors, and Bertrille feared that many of them would rather visit the depths with their metal juggernauts than be whisked away by an allied nation's helicopters and ships.

In fact, even Admiral Faccina herself knew that some of the ships might actually be able to make it to ViZion claims in Africa, and so she immediately got in contact with her troops that were still alive.

As she radioed out a message, she saw what looked like a swarm of bees on the horizon making its way towards her fleet. The carrier's fighters returned, and they too were filled with bullet-holes, suffered wing damage, landing gear damage, some even fuel line damage. One sight that shocked Bertrille was an NA-74 Spada Air-Superiority Fighter drifting down towards the ocean. She could see, even from rather far away, that it was leaking fuel into the waters. Suddenly, the leak stopped, and the plane pulled up slightly. The pilot knew that he couldn't make it back to the carrier without damaging it or any of the other planes, so he planned a bold move. He glided his fighter down, pulled the nose up, killed the engine, and braced himself as the plane hit the water. The immediate effect made everyone who watched it gasp.

The plane's tail hit the water, and the sudden decrease in speed caused the fighter's nose to slam down into the ocean, lifting the rear end out of the water and flipping it over. The pilot cracked open his cockpit as the aircraft flooded and began to sink quickly.

The airman managed to get out in time before the NA-74 became completely invisible due to the dark, Atlantic waters. A destroyer moved in to rescue the man, and the situation turned out a lot better than it could have been.

Meanwhile, Admiral Faccina had ordered her crews in the Straits to accept any allied aid that was offered to them, but it was the captains' decisions on whether or not the crew should stay with the ship to try and reach Angola.

There was also another message sent out to Admiral Dayron of Tarlag.

Admiral Dayron,

In response to your offer to rescue the Nitalian sailors in jeopardy in the Straits of Gibraltar, we have decided to allow this operation to be conducted. However, we ask of you to please wait until we have confirmation from the Doomani Forces based in Morocco that Allied Forces may move into the area to conduct rescue operations. Also, please note that some of the injured ships may choose to regroup with our fleet and make their way to ViZion-held Angola. Our fleet will hold our current position until confirmation that the rescue has been succesful.

Thank you for your assistance: those men and women are eternally in your debt.

Admiral Bertrille Faccina

~

Doomingsland

28-06-2007, 17:39

ENCRYPTED COMMUNIQUE TO NITALIAN FLEET

Greetings,

Unfortunately I am not at liberty to allow vessels from a nation the Imperium was just at war with to continue to violate allied waters. However, I find your request for some sort of rescue operation to be most reasonable; at this time I have dispatched rescue parties to retrieve your distressed sailors. Negotiations for their release may be conducted between our governments, but you may rest easy knowing that we won't allow them to drown.

In addition, all disabled vessels currently within Imperial waters have been claimed by the Imperium as prizes. Attempting to salvage them will be met with hostility.

-Dux Octavius Fidelis, Governor of Morocco

Xeraph

28-06-2007, 19:32

The Regents of Xeraph were in a dour mood. Jarridia had surrendered, the liberation of ViZion territories apparently at a standstill. The Doomani on one side, the Velkyan navy on the other. Still.........the Regents were tempted. Sorely tempted.

"We can't just give up. This is ViZion we're talking about. Not some ambassadorial aquaintance," said Sethanis of Black Shadows.

"Seth, we didn't give up. Jarridia surrendered. Their resources were vastly depleated. Barcelona is nothing but a ruin. Sure, we could break through, along with Tarlag, Newtdom, TLA and the others. At what cost, Seth? Truth to tell, if we had ample forces in the MedSea, I wouldn't think twice." Vlad turned to Prince John. "Tell him, John."

"Much as I hate to admit it, Seth, Vlad's right. This is a classic example that proves that an overwhelming force doesn't always win. GAPTS, WWA, and the others far outnumbered Doom and friends. Damn near 6-to-1. But they were better tacticians. The proper use of force at the proper moment at a precise point of impact. Master Tzu at his finest."

Seth hung his head. "Yeah, I guess your'e right. Now what?"

Vlad stood and walked to the window. He could see miles outside of the new capitol of Ravennii. He could still see a few clouds of smoke burning off to the west. After six months, they couldn't put out the fires....."Tarlag and Newtdom are heading south to a position off the coast of Angola. I don't know about you, but I trust the Velkyans and Doomani about as far as I could throw a tank. It would be just like the bastards to launch an attack against the bunched units of the three nations. I'd suggest that we send a nominal number of naval units south and keep the rest right where they are. If we have to fight or run, at least there we have room to manuver."

Strickland agreed. "Right! It's about time we thought a little before committing." The unspoken thought was that Alaric's tactics would have rendered a much different outcome. "Order a regrouping, rescue Ops for any survivors in our area, then head to home and/or allied ports. This thing's over."

They stood as one, nodded in agreement, and filed out of the SitRoom. Each couldn't have known the thoughts of the others, but they were essentially the same thoughts: someday, somewhere, Doomingsland and The Empire of Xeraph would meet again. Then we'll see.................

Jarridia

29-06-2007, 00:41

Presidential Palace; Shelbin, Jarridia

President Michelle Thoreson sat in her normal position. Nothing seemed to have changed about her demeanor, unless you count a disdainful look of slight hunger a change. She reached down to her desk and picked up a bag of Honey-Roasted Peanuts. She poured a good bit in her hand, placed the bag back on the desk, and quickly scarfed them down. She tended to be a nervous eater, though she was not normally nervous as could be seen from her figure. Within a few seconds, a more satiated look was plastered upon her face and she leaned back in her chair, painting a gentle smirk on the right side of her mouth. Her eyes bounced up to the ceiling, then made their way down and she took a quick glance at her freshly painted nails before permanently settling into her big leather chair. Sitting was something she had not been acquainted with here in the Palace, as she had not often been granted that ability, but now, she had the time to sit, and she took advantage of it.

The political polls in Jarridia had shockingly shown a slight increase in popularity of President Thoreson, despite the failed war effort. Perhaps it was the fact that Jarridians weren’t accustomed to international policy at the present time, or maybe Michelle held a certain awe-inspiring presence over the Jarridians that they could not fully cope with, either way; things were slowly progressing back into order on the home front. On the other hand, when most Jarridians were asked of the war, they shook their heads disdainfully. They knew what had happened, they saw the loss of land and the loss of men, and more importantly, they saw the loss of their nation, and that took the largest toll. It seemed almost that an air was ripped out of the Jarridian Nation, the sense of preciousness and perfectness, was simply gone. Jarridia was no longer a pride, it had fallen below that, to a level that President Branam, God rest his soul, would have never allowed. The passion, dedication, and love that the Jarridians felt for their nation had been tested, and was certainly something that desperately needed reassertion. The shock, the horror, the incredibly awesome emotion of loathing consumed many during the first few moments of learning that Jarridia had failed. The cease fire had happened so quickly and the mere fact that Barcelona had been surrendered was a dagger in the back. How? Why? It wasn’t the pain of losing military forces; it was the heartbreaking loss of innocence. Thousands of regular, non-militaristic Jarridian citizens had died for doing nothing but trying to live their life. Vicious murder of such caliber was rarely experienced on Jarridian soil in the past. Only a few times has it occurred but many generations have passed since then. Jarridians had always considered themselves lucky to be protected deep in their region and with such might that engulfed them in the WWA. However, this disturbed them, this moved them, this opened their eyes to a reality that they had only seen on television….and it was disgusting and repulsive to them.
Back in the Palace, President Thoreson was still sitting quietly, almost in a day dream state, when Emily Vaclavik, the Secretary of State came walking in. Michelle’s eyes flipped open and she sat more staunchly up at her desk. Emily approached the large cherry wood desk and placed her hand gently on the edge, ”We’re ready for you, Michelle.”

Michelle took a few seconds to chew it over and stood up and looked directly into Emily’s eyes, ”How long is this going to take?” Michelle stated, slightly irritated by the idea of it, but would do it nonetheless.

”No time specification. I suggest just making the most of it…” Emily said, kind of trailing off towards the end, but finally regained coherence, ”It was part of the Cease Fire deal, unfortunately it’s something you have to do, unless you want to break treaty, but I don’t suggest it.” Emily ended her statement with a friendly grin.

”Oh of cooouurse not.” Michelle said sarcastically, ”That would be unheard of and unseemingly. I am a woman of dignity, I will do what I must.”

Michelle walked around the desk and the two women exited the office and down the hall they went for a few doors. Making a swift right they entered the Media Room where only a few cameras were allowed, but no reporters at this time. Michelle made her way up the steps and over to the podium, resting her hands on the podium, she closed her eyes for a moment, and keeping her lips closed she ran her tongue over the front of her teeth ensuring that no last traces of delicious peanuts were left. She opened her eyes again and stared into the camera. The Agreement called for her to make a statement to Doomingsland and the World. ”If it’s a statement they want, then it is a statement they will get. If that’s what they need to continue fulfilling their own inadequacies in life, then so be it….luckily for me I do not have such,” she searched for a word to fulfill what she wanted to say, and finally it hit her, ”..setbacks.” With that said, she garnered a healthy chuckle from the women in the room.

”We’ll begin in 5…4…3…2…” the forward Camera man pointed at her as she finished up her final preparations.

”Salutations All, and most serene greetings from the Pure Democracy of Jarridia. I come to you, this late afternoon, not as a defeated leader, or as the leader of a defeated nation. I come in front of you all as myself, and as myself, I am a leader of a nation that can get a little cocky sometimes, especially when it goes unnoticed for so long. So we get a little cocky, and if we don’t like what you’re doing we’ll come kick the door in and tell you to knock it off and that you’re bugging the world. Usually, if you don’t listen to us, we’ll start throwing weapons and possibly some crazy shit at you that we’ll probably end up regretting and maybe apologizing for thirty to forty years down the road. However, I am certainly not going to apologize to anyone, except for the allies that I let down, at this juncture.
The military operation that Jarridia began to lead into the Mediterranean was, in my mind, an extremely worthy and important cause, one that I am not ashamed of nor will apologize for. I think it’s fairly safe to assume that most of the world feels the same way on the situation and as I can see from the international conditions floating across my desk, they do agree. I think at this time it’s also pretty fair to assume that the world does, in fact, see Doomingsland as a problem and a threat to world security. I can stand here all day and all night and re-hash that tale with you, but nothing would change, because the next morning Maximus of Doomingsland would still be the same Maximus.

In finale to the Dearest of all, Maximus of Doomingsland. I can sign documents for you all day stating that you are the sole owner of Italy, all day, but that still doesn’t make it true nor right and I can near guarantee that it is certainly not my opinion nor the opinion of the general Jarridian populace . I will grant you what you want, and have ensured that the Jarridian Government will establish that you are the sole owner of Italy in our records. Many of you may be gawking at me, wondering why I am up here saying these kinds of statements. I can honestly tell you that from experience, I have worked with stubborn and arrogant people in the past. To combat such things, you must return arrogance, with arrogance if you are to be seen with respect. I would expect that Sir Maximus of Doomingsland would appreciate my complete and utter honesty, rather than me standing up here for thirty five minutes rambling and feeding him lies. I know that I would expect the same from him. I can feed anyone rosey lies to build their ego, but why would I need to feed him these same things, his ego has topped the charts.

I will grant him this, however, he has indeed set the Jarridian nation back and at this point in time he has defeated me in the Mediterranean. Jarridia has bowed at this point, but we shall not make a habit of it. We will follow through with the terms you have so pleasantly stated in the Cease Fire Agreement, and we shall never break them, just as we would trust to anticipate the same from you in reversed times. We are not so different, dear Maximus, as you may think and I believe that we can come to a mutual understanding of one another. Now I leave you here, at the end of my discussion and reflection. You know how I feel, and I have a pretty deep understanding of your opinion, and that’s all I need.”

President Thoreson gave the camera one last friendly grin before making her turn and off the stage. She had shocked herself with the things that came out of her mouth, but it was for the best in the end.
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Official Communique

To: Nations of the Allied Liberation Forces

I deeply apologize for the actions of myself and the Jarridian military. Our intentions were not to put you or any of your military forces in danger. Although our image has now been damaged to many of you, Jarridia seeks to continue its friendship with all of you and hope that we can begin the healing process for a brighter tomorrow. It is our opinion to continue the ALF ideals and we humbly invite all of you to Shelbin to sit down and discuss the matters at hand. We do hope that we can futher count on your friendship, although we know it will take time to heal the wounds left behind. Please know that we would never seek to betray our allies, as we have a clear past that has no blemishes to any of you. We look forward to your responses. Thank you, my friends.

Michelle Thoreson
President of the Pure Democracy of Jarridia

Macisikan

29-06-2007, 03:26

News of Jarrida's surrender, and the subsequent speech, was greeted with superior sneers and satisfied smirks. They hadn't been actively involved, true, but the Covenant had been raptly following the progression of the war. They had a vested interest in the matter, given the way ViZion and the Empire had been dancing around each other for years. But this time, Parliament was using the war as the test case for formally recognising the Imperium's claims; if the allies managed to win, the ViZionarian claims would have been affirmed and supported. Maybe it would have been enough to break the nations out of their slumber and bring some real help. If they lost, well...

Arn-Maciska, UIKM, Covenant of Macisikan, Vårheim
[Broadcast on CTN International Channel 4, re-dubbed and re-mastered in English for your convenience; CTNIC4, bringing you the latest from a distant land]

The Speaker sighed, and rasped out "The motion is carried by clear numbers," as his staff slammed against the marble tablet. He plucked a red token from the pouch on his chair, and handed it to a courier, who bowed and vanished. The old man took a moment to collect himself, and then, in his dried-up voice, declared "The House will now hear People's Tribune Zacharias Ul'atar."

The named man, seated at the central bench, stood slowly and raised a hand, palm outwards.

"Honoured Representatives," he intoned, "The utter failure of the Jarridans to relieve ViZion, and the resulting wholesale retreat of this "Allied Liberation Force" clearly shows us that there is no hope for ViZion... that unless they accept the loss of their northern territories, they are truly doomed to be conquered by stronger nations..." there was a mutter of protest.

"Please, honoured Representatives, hear me out; I have here," he flourished a thick dossier, "the findings of the Committee charged with determining if we should recognise the claims of the conquering powers, and, my friends, they are findings you have all read. You know what I know; that they say we should, and that we should have done so two years ago," he brought it down on to the desk in front of him with a heavy thump.

"Time and time again, the ViZionarian Allies, the latest incarnation being this "ALF", has proven to be pathetically inept at taking on the Imperium of Doomingsland," he looked around. "That's a fact. They've never engaged the Imperium and actually won. And now Jarrida has surrendered, honoured Representatives, surrendered. Not been defeated or driven back or fought to a standstill. Surrendered. Humiliated on the world stage before peers and God. That's a fact. They lost, simple as that. Fact. Also a fact is that the occupying powers have been in possession of their claims for so long now, that they rule by right of conquest alone. It is time, it is past time, my countrymen, that we accepted these facts, and recognised that part of the world for what it is, not what the leaders of a dead nation would have it be..." he began to read from a sheet of paper on the desk before him, a hand raised high into the air.

"I propose a formal motion, to be enacted with the advice and consent of the House of Lords, Spiritual and Temporal, as follows: that our diplomatic missions in ViZion be dissolved, and the assets thereof be disposed of in accordance with the policy of the Department of Ambassador-General; that ViZionarian diplomatic missions in the Covenant be immediately expired; that all ViZionarian citizens in the Covenant be offered the options of naturalisation and citizenship, or expulsion as illegal immigrants; that His Serene Majesty's Government declare ViZion a Deceased Nation, with all the properties inherent thereof; and that the claims of the occupying powers in ViZionarian European territories be recognised as legitimate."

A stunned silence greeted his words as he sat. Normally only the backbenchers were this belligerent.

Up on his dais, the wizened form of the Speaker stirred and bent his head from side to side, scanning the benches. MP's bent away from his gaze like wheat in the field.

"Does anyone wish to speak against the motion?" he asked in his cracked voice. It looked like one or two backbenchers might rise, but they were subdued by the ferocious glare of the Party Whips. "No dissent voiced, no division required," he declared, the sound of metal on marble ringing out.

"Motion carries."

He produced a red token, and the courier left the chamber to the sound of scattered applause, mostly from the slightly xenophobic Nationalist Party benches.

Down at the Tribune's bench one of Ul'atar's fellows leaned to whisper in his ear.
"I only hope that we get forced to eat those words."
"A worthy hope, perhaps," Zacharias replied, "But I believe it is a forlorn one."

*****

Three days later a ten-thousand word Act of Parliament was sent back from the Lords with 138 separate amendments. Every provision proposed by the Tribune was included, bar two; the first was that ViZion was not declared a deceased nation, instead determination of status was placed as an administrative matter in the hands of the Minister of External Affairs. The second was a "hold period"; the Bill would not be dispatched for Royal Assent for sixty days, and would not come into effect for sixty days after signing. 120 days from passage to effect, just in case something amazing happened and the situation reversed; the Act could be annulled, no harm done, everything back to what it was. Not that they thought it would happen, but best to plan for all eventualities.

It was passed without opposition.

Tarlag

29-06-2007, 05:02

Grand Duke Ozgood sat behind his huge desk reading the reports from Admiral Dayron. He he looked up as the office door was opened by the DEST commando who was part of the Dukes personal guard. "My Lord, Grand Admiral Nichols as you requested."
The Tall man entered the room and saluted "My Duke, I..."
"Shut up, you cost us this war. You failed to get a chain of command going with the allies. You brought only a fraction of the TDF with you. You kept your best ships and crews out of the fight. The only reason we have any Grand Fleet left is Dayron if you had not tried to keep him in Xeraph he could of built a dialog with the allies and we would of been in Rome by now."
"Ozgood let me explain, I was the best choice to command, I have over 40 years with the fleet, and I served with your Father."
"Shut Up, You are done, get out before I throw you out my self."
The former Admiral turned to leave, he took a few steps then turned around.
"Bastard, I have given more to this nation then anyone and you will not take it away." with one quick motion he drew a Glock .45 cal from under his dress coat and fired at the man sitting behind the desk.
The hastily fired bullet impacted Ozgoods left shoulder causing him to fall out of the chair behind the great wooden desk.
Knowing he would not get far before the DEST Commandos tracked him down he turned the gun on himself and fired.
Just as the second shot rang out the door burst open and four of the Dukes guards ran in the room guns drawn.
"My God, get the Doctor Nichols just shot the Duke."

Nueve Italia

29-06-2007, 05:16

Bridge of the Angelo Santo

~ " They what?"

" I told you right ma'am, the Doomani have already ... ehrm, liberated our soldiers and have taken possession of our thirteen wounded ships."

" Mierda!"

Of course, it wasn't the proudest moment of the Nueve Italian Imperial Navy, but nonetheless, what could they do? Any attempt to seize their ships back would be considered an act of war, and Nueve Italia would never survive a war against Doomingsland, even if they armed every single last person in the country.

Cursing her luck, Admiral Bertrille Faccina knew that this would have to be reported back, and it wouldn't be met with the normally optimistic attitude that Emperor Antonio Orsini Gori carried. She sighed as she began to pace the bridge of her command ship.

" Which ships have been reported captured?" she asked in an irritable tone.

" Thirteen, ma'am. We have reports of it being the Tempesta di Fuoco, Annerire il Ragno, Furia di Mare, Giudice, Argenta Nuova, Fiamma Dorata, Tramonto, Spada di Dio, Sciabola, Fuorilegge, La Lama dell'Oceano, Tuono, and the Cavaliere."

Those vessels were property of the Nitalians, and now they were being desecrated by the Doomani, who also had several hundred Nitalian sailors in their clutches. Hopefully, those brave men and women would be returned unharmed ... the sad reality of it was that even if the Doomani executed every single one of those sailors using the most horrific methods known to man, what would the small nation of Nueve Italia do? Declare war against an enemy that was technologically and numerically superior to them, resulting in the death of even more soldiers?

All we can do is trust them, Bertrille thought to herself. We must trust the people who would have killed us without so much as a blink a few hours ago.

" Get me on line with this Dux Octavius Fidelis. A secure line. Adesso," the harshness in her last word making the comm. officer jump.

" Yes ma'am!"

Dux Octavius Fidelis, Governor of Morocco,

The Nitalian 7th Battle Group respects your wishes and will make no move into the Straits of Gibraltar. The nation of Nueve Italia and I, personally, thank you for saving our men and women in distress. I also recognize that the thirteen operable vessels within the Straits have been claimed by the Imperium.

Our government will negotiate for the release of our soldier citizens, but we would also ask if the Imperium would consider a negotiation concerning the thirteen ships seized. Some of these warships have been in service for nigh ten years, and are considered both icons of our civilization and a proud part of our history. In particular, I, personally, would like to request that the Imperium think upon a trade for the return of the Spada di Dio, a Destroyer that was going to be dry docked permenantly and opened to the public before the outbreak of hostilities anyway. This warship has been a symbol of Nueve Italia, and has fought in several wars under the command of many prestigious men and women, all of them of valor and character deserving of respect by allies and enemies alike.

I ask of you to please think on this, and again thank you for the rescue of our men and women.

Admiral Bertrille Faccina

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