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{EFJ Only; SIC!, CLOSED)

SIC
Indian Ocean; On Approach to Diego Garcia...

OPERATION BLOOD THORN
Encrypted Orders to HMS Morgana LeFaye
Code: Black
Proceed to Diego Garcia; STOP
Hold Position 500-400 kilometres away; STOP
Wait for further instructions; STOP
END

Encrypted Orders to HMS Chester
Code: Black
Deploy SEAL Team 7 to Diego Garcia STOP
Pacify Natural Inhabitants; STOP
Preserve Infalstructure if possible; STOP
END

The HMS Morgana LeFaye was a sleek and powerful ship; the centre piece of her battle group to her right and left were the Lord Class Battleships equally as long as the Carrier if not longer. With there big guns silent yet looking ever so intimidating. Left and right and to the rear of the carrier were the Storm Class Guided missile cruisers and up front were the Broadsword Class Frigates. At the corners of this formation were the Type 45 Daring Class Destroyers and Flanking the fleet with two either side were the Vanguard Class Guided Missile destroyers.

Underneath the waves were Two Hunter Class SSN attack submarines; loaded with an 8 man Navy SEAL Team the battle group was still 500km miles away from its target the Island of Diego Garcia.

Admiral Kara Pentaguast was stood one the command deck of her Carrier viewing its operations as if noting was wrong she had been given her orders from SOCOM fleet command to approach these co-ordinates and all stop. She paced the deck; "Helm All stop and drop anchor" She ordered. Pentaguast was a tall woman at nearly six foot Eight; she wanted to go into the airforce but was too tall so opted for the navy instead where she quickly rose the ranks becoming the youngest female Admiral in history. Some times called 'Admiral Curls' by the lower ranked sailors under her because of her shoulder length curly hair.

"Aye, Aye Skipper" the helmsman reported as the fleet came to a slow stop 400km's from the island. Exactly what she was supposed to do here was still unknown to her; command had neglected to mention that in their orders. Though she was carrying a full compliment of 2000 Marines and 10 Super Sea Apaches and 20 HM01 Merlin; plus the rest of the fleet was carrying Marines on board too; this wasn't entirely unusual. As the fleet above came to s stop the HMS Chester under the command of Captain Leonard S Kelly one of the Hunter Class submarines slipped away from the main fleet.

"Helm; bring us within 6 kilometres of the coast; up 45 degrees to periscope depth" the Captain ordered. The Captain was certain and older man; with a grey scruffy beard and flat cap. The Chester approached the island closing to within 6 kilometres with its HES and MIST Systems activated the submarine rose to periscope depth. The digital fibre optic combined Digital Search and Attack Periscope spotted the base on Diego Garcia. With the HES, MIST and Archangel systems online the sub was invisible in all sense of the word.

"Tell the SEAL's we're in deployment range" the Captain ordered.

"Aye; Aye, Skipper" the sailor sounded off and spoke into his radio' "Seal Team 7 You are go for deployment" he said into his radio.

The Leader of Seal team 7 was Major Allyson Tiedeman; the Seal team was an eight person team each having there own speciality from Demolitions to designated marksman. The Eight SEALS got into the empty Deployment hatch with their waterproof equipment bags all zipped up. The SEALS were in there wet gear for the small swim to the mainland.

"SEAL team reports ready sir" the radio operator said to the captain.

"Flood the deployment Tube open outer hatch; deploy seal team" Kelly replied in his deeply Irish tone that you might expect to find on a fisherman more than a submariner.

The Deployment Tube Flooded and the outer doors opened to deploy the SEAL's each of the eight men and woman swam into the ocean. Using the small portable underwater propulsion system they started the six-kilometre trip to the coast. It was a little under 45 minutes after they left that they arrived on the coast under the cover or darkness quickly stowing the small propulsion units and changing from wet suits to combat gear from there watertight bags in under 2 minutes. The Seals hiked silently through the moderate Forrest area and long grasslands approaching the base from the north west they started to observe with there binoculars from the highpoint advantage and checked there PDA's for information on the island defences via StrikeNet.

(AB; Basically give me an idea of what I can see on the ground from my vantage point and from Eyes in the Sky so I have a rough I idea of what I'm up against)

((OOC: Map: http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/b/bb/CIA-DG-BIOT.jpg
Put in on Simpson Point, everyone is in the base, minus the pilots, cook and the guy at the tanks.))

Private Cliper was an unlucky one. He seemed to pull guard duty night after night. It was for this reason that he had acquired the custom of bringing a flask of his favorite beverage with him. Tonight, as for the past month, it was whiskey. A few more minutes, and I will be relieved, he told himself. He was mistaken. His shift was over at two, and it was now just nearing one in the morning. He yawned, and walked over to the two antiquated tanks. Don't think anyone will notice if I nap between these, I suppose. He layed down, and the alcohol lulled him to sleep. Meanwhile, in the barracks, a detachment of soldiers, 25 in all, were sound asleep. The cook, however, was not. Tommorow was a big day, and a new detachment of soldiers was supposed to ship in in dramatic fashion. Apparantly half of the defensive fleet (OOC: US?) was coming with them. The cook had to prepare for the new guests. Thus he was in the kitchen, roughly 55 yards from the nearest alarm switch. The only other known occupants were the pilots. Extremely superstitous, in recent years they had had their barracks moved to be next to the hangars. Midway between the hangars and the pilots barracks were 10 fuel tanks, some empty, others not. There was about 20 feet in both directions from the feul tanks to the nearest building.

(OOC: Garcia is British actually; but the US dosn't exist in this time frame...so I'd rather us not get canned by the mods for mentioning them; but I'm hoping to keep this mostly a short black op rather than a fleet to fleet engagment)

Mark was the teams designated Marksman holding a CR-20 rifle with the longer barrel and a more powerful sight; it had been modified to not pick up any glare as well as silenced and flash suppressed. He lined up his cross hair on the back of the guard's head waiting for the 'kill' order. Thumbing the fire selector he pulled the trigger on single shot sending a bullet at the-mans head that would drop him almost perfectly between the fuel tanks.

Meanwhile the troop commander Allyson was looking for the satellite data and thermal scans picking up 25 heat signatures in the barracks stationary and likely asleep. While others were in a separate barracks near the hangers it was a guess they were pilots or maintenance workers while one red blob on the scan was moving about what was the kitchen. Leaving Mark to provide Sniper Cover.

Allyson gave a set of silent hand signals and she and three other seals headed towards the barracks silently slipping near the kitchen while the other two silently moved towards the pilot's barracks. The two Seals started to set up Anti-Personnel Clay-mores directed at each of the exits with laser trip wires whoever came out would certainly be killed by the blasts of ball barings.

Alyson' and her three seals however were ready at the kitchens back door sliding a probe camera under the door she looked around the room waiting for the cook to turn his back. When she was sufficiently sure his back was turned she opened the door and fired three silenced 5.33mm rounds into him; one to the head; two to the heart he would be dead before he hit the floor.

((OOC: Tanks, not fuel tanks. Real tanks, the ones on the map, but oh well. Alright, forget the navy coming. I'll tell you the openings in the OOC thread. And using a thermal scanner is cheating.))

Cliper fell dead as he slept. He never knew what hit him. The cook wasn't so lucky. He heard the door open and saw his killers as he fell to the floor. The noise of him hitting the floor woke up a few soldiers. They grabbed their rifles and began to search around. One began silently waking up the others, who in turn would arm themselves, and another ran outdoors to the alarm. It was the only way to alert the pilots.

(I'm guessing the cook was an exceptionally large man for them to hear him drop to the floor assuming he didn't knock anything over? And there Seals; they'd have the best kit)

Mark spotted the soldier run out for the alarms and lined up the cross hair on his head leading the target and pulled the trigger hopefully before he reached the alarm panel. Mark tapped his throat microphone in code to alert his team-mates that the soldiers were awake. The Two Seals that had been laying the traps for the pilots retreated to there vantage points covering each other waiting for any other soldiers to come out with there silenced CR-20's trained to shoot.

The four Seals inside quickly made there way near the barracks room from the opostie direction figuring they could catch them unprepared while they headed for the cook; they could hear them scuttling around. Allyson gave a set of hand signals and each of the seals lobbed two Frag grenades into the room and waited for the appropriate bang, which would likely wake the pilots in the other barracks but the Claymores should take care of them they then took up defensive positions waiting for anyone that came to the explsion.

The soldier did not reach the alarm. The pilots would remain asleep. The grenades took their toll. 15 soldiers fell dead, and 5 more were wounded. The other 5 had ventured into the kitchen and found the cooks body. They realized they was no us in fighting and threw down their arms. Hopefully someone would accept their surrender. The pilots, however, had been awakened by the grenades. A few thrust open the door, only to come to the bloody realization that there were claymores awaiting them. The pilots who had survived were afraid, but knew their duty. Seeing the door as unsafe, they threw open a window and scampered outside, heading for the hangars. 10 were left, 9 to fly planes, and 1 to destroy the hangers when they were gone. The other planes were to be destroyed along with the hangars.

The Two Seals opened fire with there Silenced weapons using three round bursts at less that 350 meters aiming for the centre of mass just as the pilots rounded a corner so as not to alert there compatriots of there impending doom. Mean while the sniper joined his compatriots in firing at any Pilots lucky enough to reach the door always ready in case any managed to escape the two Seal's. It was important to stop them from destroying the aircraft at all costs.

The four seals in the barracks waiting for any of the soldiers that might have left but none came; "Jones'" Allyson said in a British accent; "Treat the wounded, Morris, O'Brien with me" she said as Jones moved to treat the injured soldiers making sure they were disarmed.

The three seals gawked as they entered the kitchen to find the remaining soldiers with their hands on their head and weapons down. They quickly moved the weapons out of reach; "On the floor, hands behind your back!" she yelled at them in English.

(we're cutting down anyone trying to make it to the hangers so..hopefully we'll stop the pilots)

One after another, the pilots fell. One however, reached his hangar. He taxiied out and went straight for the runway in his F-14 Tomcat. He had to get away and warn the others. He took off, and turned, hoping to avoid where ever these soldiers came from. He had chosen the nearest plane out of neccessity, unfortunately it was the one in for repairs, and the radio did not work. He would have to fly where ever he needed to go. He set his heading for Ascencion and relaxed.

OOC: Time to scramble your planes.

HMS Chester
The HMS Chester was a fully equipped attack submarine waiting at periscope depth spotting the F-14 Tomcat leaving the island and coming around on a course that would take it into foreign airspace before the Lefaye could scramble a fighter to take it down

"Helm; Blow Ballast; surface the boat ready VLS tubes 1 though 3 for Surface to Air Missile launch" the Chester had been given orders to not let anything off the island as it surfaced the standard SAM missile of the Chester had a range of 350 kilometres. The submarine surfaced its MIST and HES systems still online as the VLS plats slid back on three tubes. Telemetry on the enemy F-14 was fed to the guidance systems. Then in a whoosh of flame the three SAM's were launched into the air sharply banking onto an attack vector.

The pilot had just noticed a wound in his shoulder and was tending to it when the missle lock alarm went off. It was a shame. He only managed to squeeze out an "Aww, shi..."

HMS Morgana LeFaye
Admiral Kara Pentaguast noticed the explosion in the sky "What the hell was that?" she asked almost choking on her coffee.

"Unknown Skipper, Drafas Radar picked up a contact matching the configuration of an F-14 taking off from the island; then it was gone. I presume the explosion was the F-14" the man replied.

"Scramble a flight of Valkyries to make a pass over the Island" she ordered.

"Aye; Skipper" he replied

Soon a flight of six Valkyries was making its way off the deck of the Carrier; they looked a lot like the F-14 being based heavily on that model there wings were in T mode to give more lift as the Ramfans kicked in sending the planes one after the other into the sky.

"Ma'am receiving a Flash action message from SOCOM" the man said from the radio; "they want us to deploy Marines to Diego Garcia and secure the island" he repeated.

"Very well" Kara replied quickly; "Ready the Merlin's and secure the base; Full Combat load and ready the Apaches for Close Support; Hellfire's and rockets" she added.

"Aye, Aye skipper"

The deck was a hornets nest of activity from the quiet lull it was but minutes before as Marines in full combat gear headed out to secure the island as ordered; 10 Merlin's each carrying 40 Marines and a number of boats headed for the island in less than an hour 2000 marines would be securing Diego Garcia..

Diego Garcia, Barracks
The Seal team quickly packed up after treating the wounded enemy combatants to stabilise them and taking the remaining prisoner and securing them they waited for reinforcements to arrive.

(so why can my guys find when they look around?)

OOC: nuttin really. Make stuff up, but don't godmod

(Well acording to Wiki it hosts..B-52s, B-1s B-2's, some Air Refuel Tankers and some F-16's; as well as a batalion of Tanks and HELO'..

So if I was to say

Airforce
12 x B-52H Stratofortress
2 x B-1B Lancer
2 x B-2 Spirits
24 x F-16D
12 F-14H Tomcats
2 x KC-135 Fuel Tankers

Army
32 x M1A3 Abrams Tanks.
12 AH-64D Apaches

it sounds like a good haul but I'll probably sell of a lot of it and use the money to build other things.)

(Well acording to Wiki it hosts..B-52s, B-1s B-2's, some Air Refuel Tankers and some F-16's; as well as a batalion of Tanks and HELO'..

So if I was to say

Airforce
12 x B-52H Stratofortress
2 x B-1B Lancer
2 x B-2 Spirits
24 x F-16D
12 F-14H Tomcats
2 x KC-135 Fuel Tankers

Army
32 x M1A3 Abrams Tanks.
12 AH-64D Apaches

it sounds like a good haul but I'll probably sell of a lot of it and use the money to build other things.)

OOC: No complaints from me.

Diego Garcia
Marines Ran from Room to room clearing them one at a time finding bodies and bits of bodies that had suffered from Anti-personnel fragmentation grenades they were going to need a clean up squad and possibly a decorator. They entered the hanger to find a mother load of aircraft lined up.

"Holy Crap looks like Christmas come early this year" one of the marines spoke elsewhere the marines were finding the secured prisoners the SEALS having evacuated to the HMS Chester earlier simply found the prisoners hog tired, cuffed and gagged.

When the island was totally secure the Lefaye was given orders to head back to the Animarnian Sea and stand by encase things got hot between themselves and Drosk; the DeLèan was already in the Quatra bay (Persian Gulf) and with the LeFaye in the Animarnian (Arabian) sea it would be an adequate deterrent to any aggressor.

Meanwhile the second part of Operation Bloodthorn would soon begin but they needed to wait for the Granatians to sign on before making a move that close to there homeland. While over the next Six Months the base on Garcia would be extended.