NationStates Jolt Archive

Loran Summer was pilotting the plane full of important ministers from sparklesun, they headed over a deeply forested area, then she felt her skin go hot, her pores opened up and she felt acid pour from her skin, she let go of the controls and fell to the floor, the thick acid burnt the control unit and the plane went down...

Loran surprisingly was still alive, her skin was badly burnt around her neck, she clambered into the wreck to try and drag out survivors and call for help on the radio, suddenly the ground began to shake and behind her came a deep growling...................

The 'Panther Car' bounced over the creek bed easily and roared onward down the path and around the bend. Sgt. Bradley couldn't help but grin every time he started this baby up. The partner vehicle bounded ovber the small ravine behind them and the radio crackled, "Hey Sarge... if we keep to this trail we will be passing up the estimated crash site. We'll need to change our baring to the northwest and the vegetation will be too thick to take the cats through quickly. It might even be faster on foot."
Bradley sighed, "Shit..."
"Alright Corperal, lets take the cats as far as we can though."
"Yes sir!"
The cat's turned westish and passed through the trees and undergrowth at a crawl, the sound the engines made was similar to a large predatory cat on the prowl, hence thier name.

Loran saw the beasty vehicle and tried to signal to the driver, she waved her arms around helplessly....

Bradley and his cat pulled up about 30 feet short of the wreckage, immediatly the top gunner pointed the machine gun toward the wreckage and the passengers exited the vehicles to train large, mean looking assault rifles at the survivors. Bradley held up a hand, "Lower your weapons men! They are non-coms!"
The Seargent approached the group, "I'm Sgt. Bradly of the Kingdom of SaintB defense forces, your plane crashed within our airspace... are there others in the wreckage? How many are injured? Will you need medivac?"

((Boink))

The Snipers were in the brush and they saw the 'Panther Cars' approach the plane. Their real mission was to shoot the plane down but it fell from the sky. Then they opened fire upon the ministers hopefully to kill them.

Loran felt dizzy, she stumbled over to them.
'hello, I am the pilot, the plane was infected with a virus consisting of acid filled bugs' she said, she glanced at the sergeant and blushed slightly
get a hold of yourself she thought.

OOC: Going on the assumption that Bull_horns_rule didn't make that post, I'll step in.

Before I go any further, can my nation be where the diplomats were heading to?

"Acid what?" was all Bradley could say at first. The concept lost on him.
Before anyone could make a reply bradley shouted orders for the soldiers to search the wreckage for survivors and call in a medivac.
He turned back to question the woman further on these acid bugs and all hell broke loose. Someone opened fire, bullets flew past him headed for other designated targets other than him he heard some impact with the wreckage and others hit more fleshy targets.
"Get down! Return fire!"
Saergent bradley unslung the Ares III assault rifle from his back and ran forward, knocking Loran over and dropping prone next to her, firing a random burst of fire in the direction of the snipers. One of the Panther gunners opened fire with his MG toward the direction the attack came from. Who was it? Terrorist? Hold outs loyal to one of the former lords?

OOC: Going on the assumption that Bull_horns_rule didn't make that post, I'll step in.

Before I go any further, can my nation be where the diplomats were heading to?

((OOC I see no harm in it even if BHR is still in or not))

OOC: to Urcea - no SaintB is the nation where the plane crashed.

IC:
'they are anti-government terrorists, they want the country to be run by a monarchy' Loran shouted over the gunfire. Loran grabbed the sargeant and shouted for others to go to the underground panic room.

OOC: to Urcea - no SaintB is the nation where the plane crashed.

IC:
'they are anti-government terrorists, they want the country to be run by a monarchy' Loran shouted over the gunfire. Loran grabbed the sargeant and shouted for others to go to the underground panic room.

((Underground Panic room? I'm pretty certain those things aren't portable. Maybe could use the plane's wreckage as a shelter though. And I think Urcea was asking to be the destination, not the crash site.))

OOC: sorry Urcea, yes your nation can be the destination country.

IC:
She took the soldiers to the plane wreckage and they sheltered there, Loran pulled her trouser leg up to show an open wound full of infection, she hid it quickly before anyone could see.

As Bradley follows the survivors into the panic room, exchanging fire with the snipers, his comlink sparks to life...

"Sergeant! Call off your attack! This is the Technocratic Unionates gunship TUS Forbidden - we are two minutes from your airspace and will not hesitate to fire upon you or your men if you resist. Do NOT attack our snipers! They are funded by our country to bring the murderous Minister of Defense - who is on that plane - back to our country to stand trial. We will bring him back dead or alive."

((Underground Panic room? I'm pretty certain those things aren't portable. Maybe could use the plane's wreckage as a shelter though. And I think Urcea was asking to be the destination, not the crash site.))

OOC Panic rooms are not portable

MEANWHILE, in Urcean strategic command, a panic broke out. Where the small blip of a diplomatic airplane was, several different blips now stood in place. This delegation was supposed to be in a key diplomatic discussion with Urcean delegates in a day. So, the radar officers knew there was only one thing they could do: so they talked to the Radar Branch of Urcean Strategic Command's CO. He, then, went to his CO, and so on and so forth until it reached the desk of the Emperor, Chief Delegate, and Supreme Commander of the Armed Forces, Julius Nero. Nero decided to send a tactical team to see what was going on and to defend the survivors (if they found any). The tactical team consisted of:
6 Interceptors
2 Ground-Attack Fighters
1 C-130 (for carrying the troops)
2 Ranger Battalions equipped with parachutes

LATER..

The group took off from their bases, and met up in the air, en route to the crash site to see what was going on there.

The commander of the Forbidden Adjusted his uniform collar. He knew his illustrious career in the Technocratic Unionate Armed Forces was effectively over. By deploying early and ordering the snipers to attack, he was in direct violation of TechIntel's orders to remain cloaked until reinforcements arrived. He ignored the messages from TechIntel ordering him to return to Technopolis for criminal charges. But he was beyond care - all that mattered to him was vengeance. His children's deaths will be avenged, and not even RTU would stop him from achieving his goal.

OOC: Where is SaintB exactly?

IC: The Urcean Task Force, which had taken off from the nearest base, was closing in on their target. On the horizon, they saw the smoke of the plane rising up into the sky, some sort of flying vehicle, and gunfire scattering all over the place.

MEANWHILE, in Urcean strategic command, a panic broke out. Where the small blip of a diplomatic airplane was, several different blips now stood in place. This delegation was supposed to be in a key diplomatic discussion with Urcean delegates in a day. So, the radar officers knew there was only one thing they could do: so they talked to the Radar Branch of Urcean Strategic Command's CO. He, then, went to his CO, and so on and so forth until it reached the desk of the Emperor, Chief Delegate, and Supreme Commander of the Armed Forces, Julius Nero. Nero decided to send a tactical team to see what was going on and to defend the survivors (if they found any). The tactical team consisted of:
6 Interceptors
2 Ground-Attack Fighters
1 C-130 (for carrying the troops)
2 Ranger Battalions equipped with parachutes

LATER..

The group took off from their bases, and met up in the air, en route to the crash site to see what was going on there.

INCOMING DATABURST ----
****RECEIVED****
****VERIFYING PRIVATE ENCRYPTION QUANTUM ALGORITHMS****
****MESSAGE DECODED****

TO: URCEAN STRAT COM
FROM: TECH-INTEL
RE: TUS FORBIDDEN

The TUS Forbidden is acting in direct violation of our orders. Please engage the snipers at will. Tech-Intel is sending 2 more gunships, but they will not reach the area for another 16 minutes. We request that you hold off the Forbidden and her sniper forces until we arrive to sort out the situation.

***END MESSAGE***
END DATABURST ----

The men in USC had received this message. This puzzled them, and they radioed the airplanes:

"Is there any foreign flying object?"
"Yes, why?"
"The nation that owns it requests you shoot it down, we think it may be a traitor. From what it seems, they want all hands on board alive. Also, there are snipers on the ground. Engage at will, capture if possible."
"Orders received. Out."

The air convoy had arrived. Several thousand feet above the LZ, the airborne rangers suited up in their atmospheric suits and jumped out the back of the C-130.

Lower, however, were the fighters. They sent a message to the gunship: "Cease and Desist hostility. Lower your weapons, and prepared to be detained."

OOC: What's the size of a gunship?

OOC Panic rooms are not portable

((OOC: It was some gentle sarcasm.))

Crash Site
Before he knew it the woman he was trying to protect was dragging him, bodilly to the wreckage. The MG went silent, supposedly a sniper had shot the gunner. All the training he had gone through had not prepared him for a non-combatant to drag him off the field and he was momentarily baffled by this woman once more. Today was a strenge day.
The Comm came to life, someone made a demand that he disingage, the rest of the message was too garbled too make sense, "We are under fire sir, unknown assailents, there are non-combatants here, we can not disengage, repeat we can not disingage."
Hunkering down as best he could and still get a clear field of view, Bradley prepared to return fire if the assailents opened up once more.

Nelson Airbase
An unidentified aircraft was making a bee-line for SaintB's airspace. "Sir, we have a bogey moving in fast!" The RADOM reported to his officer, "ETA 2 minutes!"
AA missile batteries began to shift in position, slowly and then with more speed as the machinery awoke from its slumber and the following message was broadcast toward the incoming craft. "You are entering the Kingdom of SaintB's airspace. Your flight path is unregistered and your point of origion unknown. We will open fire in 60 seconds if you do not identify yourselves immediatly or divert your flight path. You have been warned. Repeat. You are entering the Kingdom of SaintB's airspace. Your flight path is unregistered and your point of origion unknown. We will open fire in 60 seconds if you do not identify yourselves immediatly or divert your flight path. You have been warned."

[QUOTE=Urcea;12810752]OOC: Where is SaintB exactly?
QUOTE]

((In Greece and Rodes, in my nations history the area was wrestled from Byzantium during one of the crusades and settled by mostly english and french. The original inhabitants until recently have been oppressed and second class))

"We are Urcean Air Taskforce AC01BA. We have been sent to secure the diplomatic group that was en route to our country, but was taken down by enemy combatants. As stated, we are here to take the diplomatic group to Urcea and then detain/kill all enemy combatants."

OOC: Convenient, because my nation basically expands over all of Europe excluding the Balkans.

OOC panic room is panic room no matter where you having a panic :p

The men in USC had received this message. This puzzled them, and they radioed the airplanes:

"Is there any foreign flying object?"
"Yes, why?"
"The nation that owns it requests you shoot it down, we think it may be a traitor. From what it seems, they want all hands on board alive. Also, there are snipers on the ground. Engage at will, capture if possible."
"Orders received. Out."

The air convoy had arrived. Several thousand feet above the LZ, the airborne rangers suited up in their atmospheric suits and jumped out the back of the C-130.

Lower, however, were the fighters. They sent a message to the gunship: "Cease and Desist hostility. Lower your weapons, and prepared to be detained."

OOC: What's the size of a gunship?

OOC: The gunship's the size of a C-5. It is very well-armed and capable of accelerating to hypersonic speeds, but extremely lacking in maneuverability. Your fighters' superior maneuverability should be able to exploit the gunship, but it will take a bit of time, as the reactive armor takes some pounding.

The commander of the Forbidden laughed bitterly at the message. He knew it would come to this. Somehow, he always felt he would go down fighting. RTU will thank me for doing this, they will see, he thought.

"All stations. Battle alert. Power up the EW and EMP systems. Let's clip their wings."

The EMP cannons crackled to life, and the smell of ozone permeated the ship's atmosphere. They began to track the incoming fighters.

"Fire."

Loran smiled at the sargeant, she found the secret weapon bunker in the side compartment, she pulled out her SMG, and opened fire on the attackers, she found a small vantage point and used it to her advantage.

((OOC: It was some gentle sarcasm.))

Crash Site
Before he knew it the woman he was trying to protect was dragging him, bodilly to the wreckage. The MG went silent, supposedly a sniper had shot the gunner. All the training he had gone through had not prepared him for a non-combatant to drag him off the field and he was momentarily baffled by this woman once more. Today was a strenge day.
The Comm came to life, someone made a demand that he disingage, the rest of the message was too garbled too make sense, "We are under fire sir, unknown assailents, there are non-combatants here, we can not disengage, repeat we can not disingage."
Hunkering down as best he could and still get a clear field of view, Bradley prepared to return fire if the assailents opened up once more.

Nelson Airbase
An unidentified aircraft was making a bee-line for SaintB's airspace. "Sir, we have a bogey moving in fast!" The RADOM reported to his officer, "ETA 2 minutes!"
AA missile batteries began to shift in position, slowly and then with more speed as the machinery awoke from its slumber and the following message was broadcast toward the incoming craft. "You are entering the Kingdom of SaintB's airspace. Your flight path is unregistered and your point of origion unknown. We will open fire in 60 seconds if you do not identify yourselves immediatly or divert your flight path. You have been warned. Repeat. You are entering the Kingdom of SaintB's airspace. Your flight path is unregistered and your point of origion unknown. We will open fire in 60 seconds if you do not identify yourselves immediatly or divert your flight path. You have been warned."

Fools! Thought the Forbbiden's commander. They will feel the wrath of the Fury-class gunship.

"Target the AA missile batteries. Activate missile countermeasures. Is the nanite missile launcher operational yet?"

"30 more seconds, commander. We just finished making final repairs."

"Good. Fire when ready."

OOC would that be locker not bunker

Loran smiled at the sargeant, she found the secret weapon bunker in the side compartment, she pulled out her SMG, and opened fire on the attackers, she found a small vantage point and used it to her advantage.

Loran's hits were dead on. Two snipers fell to the gunfire. But three more noticed her position and began to open fire.

All 6 Interceptors fired their Pulse Rifles into the side of the Forbidden. When they saw that an EMP weapon had been fired in their NONCONWIND (Non-Conventional Weapons Indicator), they quickly maneuvered out of the way, although it had disabled one Interceptor's missiles. Now above the gunship, they pounded the top with the Pulse Rifles.

The Fighter-Bombers, clad with missiles, fired all of their payload at the gunship. These Fighter-Bombers were old though, so once they did this, the EMP wave hit them and they fell out of the sky.

The 2,000 Ranger's parachutes deployed, and they hit the canopy. This was standard procedure: as soon as they were on top of the canopy, they dumped the suits, got their weapons, and "fall" from the trees. That's what they did: first, they shot their assault rifles at the stunned insurgent snipers who had been in the trees and behind natural barriers. Then, they looked for the regular forces of the rogue Technocratic Unionates officers.

OOC: Two things:
A. Wouldn't your men, not wanting to be tried and prosecuted in their home countries, not follow you on your venge crusade?

B. Pulse Rifles fire plasma. Not ordinary plasma though, super-heated plasma. Plasma itself is a super-heated gas, but think of it as a super-super heated gas.

Nelson Airbase
"Roger that, transmission confirmed. We are sending fighters out now to observe and assist. Bring any and all captives to Nelson Airbase."
Coordinates were sent with the transmission detailing the location of the base and its air strips.
A Squadron of 6 F9N fighters was dispatched at the same time, setting thier heading toward the combat site, and 2 AA missiles were fired at the incoming gunship, and a trio of of transport helicopters were put on stand by for retrieval.

B. Pulse Rifles fire plasma. Not ordinary plasma though, super-heated plasma. Plasma itself is a super-heated gas, but think of it as a super-super heated gas.
OOC sounds like a FT weapon

All 6 Interceptors fired their Pulse Rifles into the side of the Forbidden. When they saw that an EMP weapon had been fired in their NONCONWIND (Non-Conventional Weapons Indicator), they quickly maneuvered out of the way, although it had disabled one Interceptor's missiles. Now above the gunship, they pounded the top with the Pulse Rifles.

The Fighter-Bombers, clad with missiles, fired all of their payload at the gunship. These Fighter-Bombers were old though, so once they did this, the EMP wave hit them and they fell out of the sky.

The 2,000 Ranger's parachutes deployed, and they hit the canopy. This was standard procedure: as soon as they were on top of the canopy, they dumped the suits, got their weapons, and "fall" from the trees. That's what they did: first, they shot their assault rifles at the stunned insurgent snipers who had been in the trees and behind natural barriers. Then, they looked for the regular forces of the rogue Technocratic Unionates officers.

OOC: Two things:
A. Wouldn't your men, not wanting to be tried and prosecuted in their home countries, not follow you on your venge crusade/

B. Pulse Rifles fire plasma. Not ordinary plasma though, super-heated plasma. Plasma itself is a super-heated gas, but think of it as a super-super heated gas.

The commander's gunship rocked with enemy fire. Interesting how they refuse to give up, he mused. The gunship was virtually unstoppable in anti-ground and anti-naval combat, but poorly adapted to anti-air combat. Save for the omni-targetable EMP cannons, he was toothless against them. Where's a good Phoenix Interceptor when you need one?

Knowing he was outnumbered and his time was limited, the commander made a fateful decision - target the ground defensive position and ignore all else. Ordering the snipers to keep the pressure, he targeted the nanite missile at the defensive position where Loran and the ministers were bunkered.

Before he could issue the order to fire, his ship rocked, even harder than before.

What the hell? He thought.

Then his radar showed two more blips.

The TUS Starsword and TUS Serenity decloaked, EMP cannons crackling, and fired more nanite missiles. The missile's payloads began to eat through the armor...

OOC explain point A, It's not clear

OOC sounds like a FT weapon

OOC: Sounds like you're correct. I use mostly PMT technology with a few FTs.

IC: Seeing their mistake, the Urcean fighters requested reinforcements from USCOM. Their request was approved, however, the fighters would arrive after the gunships. They were sent anyway.

OOC: Sounds like you're correct. I use mostly PMT technology with a few FTs.

OOC i see, will i'm just trying to work who's using what Tech here

The commander's gunship rocked with enemy fire. Interesting how they refuse to give up, he mused. The gunship was virtually unstoppable in anti-ground and anti-naval combat, but poorly adapted to anti-air combat. Save for the omni-targetable EMP cannons, he was toothless against them. Where's a good Phoenix Interceptor when you need one?

Knowing he was outnumbered and his time was limited, the commander made a fateful decision - target the ground defensive position and ignore all else. Ordering the snipers to keep the pressure, he targeted the nanite missile at the defensive position where Loran and the ministers were bunkered.

Before he could issue the order to fire, his ship rocked, even harder than before.

What the hell? He thought.

Then his radar showed two more blimps.

The TUS Starsword and TUS Serenity decloaked, EMP cannons crackling, and fired more nanite missiles. The missile's payloads began to eat through the armor...

OOC explain point A, It's not clear

OOC: Why would your men willingly go through with this when they could receive life detained/receive the death sentence/whatever else you have.

IC: The Urcean Aircraft pounded on the top of the craft with their pulse rifles. They then fired all their guns at the low flying craft's engines with the goal to make it crash land. A radio message was sent to the paratroopers and plane survivors: "Clear the general area under the gunship."

On the ground, the paratroopers were now engaged in a slugfest with enemy forces. They headed towards the plane wreckage, and were still in a firefight. When they reached the plane wreck, they dug in and began to really put down some fire.

Nelson Airbase
"Roger that, transmission confirmed. We are sending fighters out now to observe and assist. Bring any and all captives to Nelson Airbase."
Coordinates were sent with the transmission detailing the location of the base and its air strips.
A Squadron of 6 F9N fighters was dispatched at the same time, setting thier heading toward the combat site, and 2 AA missiles were fired at the incoming gunship, and a trio of of transport helicopters were put on stand by for retrieval.

The Forbidden's countermeasures system detected the missiles. The high-powered cobalt lasers shot down one, but with the nanite payloads from the other gunships eating through the power relays, the laser faltered. The second AA missile hit with a shattering blow. The starboard engine, now totally defenseless thanks to the nanites, crumpled inward. The gunship began to descend.

Damn! The woman could shoot! Bradley fired a burst at the first to return fire toward them and then cursed under his breath when he saw the paratroops, "I don't have enough fucking bullets!"
The strange troopers moved against the enemy, "What is going on here! These aren't our guys for certain!"
He treid to radio back to command, "This is Bradley, what the HELL is going on here?!"

OOC: Why would your men willingly go through with this when they could receive life detained/receive the death sentence/whatever else you have.

IC: The Urcean Aircraft pounded on the top of the craft with their pulse rifles. They then fired all their guns at the low flying craft's engines with the goal to make it crash land. A radio message was sent to the paratroopers and plane survivors: "Clear the general area under the gunship."

On the ground, the paratroopers were now engaged in a slugfest with enemy forces. They headed towards the plane wreckage, and were still in a firefight. When they reached the plane wreck, they dug in and began to really put down some fire.

OOC: Ah, I gotcha. The Forbidden is manned by those who lost children in the terrorist massacre at Tevan, a small town 140 miles east of the capital, Technopolis. The biological attacks infected the children alone, and spontaneously dissolved their flesh. The Sparklesun's Minister of Defense is suspect of working with the terrorists on the attack in an attempt to destabilize the region. While the Unionates wish to confront Sparklesun about this matter, the Forbidden is accused of acting in a vigilante matter. It appears the commander will stop at nothing to ensure his children are avenged. He feels the Unionates are too slow in responding. The Tevan attack was just 3 days ago.

IC: As the lights flickered and smoke filled the com center, the commander looked at a holopic of his children. He smiled, tears streaming down his face. I did all this for you, he thought, And this will finish everything.

With that, he activated the self-destruct system.

Computer: 60 seconds until nuclear reactor overload...

On the ground

The snipers were inching further and further away from the defensive position. They knew they were outnumbered, and seeing the Forbidden dying before them, they had no viable options left.

"Red leader to the Forbidden, we're outnumbered and outgunned! What the hell are we going to do!?"

"Forbidden to Red Leader - this is the commander. I have activated the self-destruct sequence. Do as you damn please."

The interceptors had arrived to reinforce the ones already there. They flew overhead and, as a group of 12, bombarded the other engine.

ON THE GROUND, the troops were just having a tough time. They had lost 12 to sniper fire, 1 to friendly fire, and 3 were injured. They had killed 3 snipers. This was not a good kill ratio, scoring in 4:1. They needed to do something quick. On top of this, the enemy gunship was falling near them, and it was anybody's guess where it would hit the canopy at. So, it gave them no choice: they loaded with full magazines, and charged at the sniper's positions, away from the plane's cover, and away from where the falling gunship was heading. Immediately it became apparent that the insurgent snipers were all dead, and many of the regular snipers were dead or injured. However, there were still many alive. The soldiers took cover in sniper nests that were used by the snipers they killed.

"Attention gunships of the Technocratic Unionates, we are detecting increasing radiation levels on board. We suspect that a nuclear weapon is on a time delay, or that they are overloading the gunship. Confirm?"

The interceptors had arrived to reinforce the ones already there. They flew overhead and, as a group of 12, bombarded the other engine.

ON THE GROUND, the troops were just having a tough time. They had lost 12 to sniper fire, 1 to friendly fire, and 3 were injured. They had killed 3 snipers. This was not a good kill ratio, scoring in 4:1. They needed to do something quick. On top of this, the enemy gunship was falling near them, and it was anybody's guess where it would hit the canopy at. So, it gave them no choice: they loaded with full magazines, and charged at the sniper's positions, away from the plane's cover, and away from where the falling gunship was heading. Immediately it became apparent that the insurgent snipers were all dead, and many of the regular snipers were dead or injured. However, there were still many. The soldiers took cover in sniper nests that were used by the snipers they killed.

The snipers from the Starsword and Serenity waved their hands to the Urceans.

"We're the good guys! Don't shoot! We're here to help!"

The Urcean ground troops began to move in and join the snipers.

In the air

The commander's station shuddered as the second engine blew out. The ship began to fall even more quickly. This is it, he thought. My children, I will see you again!

A lone RF-4C flew above the scene of battle observing it, it was marked in Calizorinstani Air National Guard color's, and the pilot snapped shot's of the battlefield, and it zoomed off before anybody could notice it's presence...

"Attention gunships of the Technocratic Unionates, we are detecting increasing radiation levels on board. We suspect that a nuclear weapon is on a time delay, or that they are overloading the gunship. Confirm?"

"Confirmed, Urcean forces. We are attempting to hack into the onboard computer, but the nanites we launched have done too much damage. Request a perimeter set up. We have 30 seconds until it explodes - the Starsword and Serenity's reactive armor can handle the blast. We will form a defensive shield perimeter in front of the plane. Request that your ground forces arrange behind the gunships. Also request that your intercepters leave the area. NOW."

The fighters and C-130 immediately flew as fast as they could out of the area.

The Infantry forces radioed the survivors and other people to follow them. They then went under the gunships.

Soon after the RF-4C landed at March to confirm that the SaintB force's were in need of aid, 8 MIG-40's taxied to the runway, and took off, toward's the conflict zone, 5 minute's later they were at 35,000 feet, at Mach 2.7, their optimial cruise speed, the leader Blackbird 1 contacted the SaintB leader on the ground and said "This is Blackbird 1, we're coming to help you in your fight...."

Nelson Airbase
"We have a confirmed hit, the bird is going down! We have a kill!" the RADOM reported.
Lt. Colonel Francis nodded with approval, "Tell the hues to be ready to scramble at a moments notice! I want those fighters to confirm the kill!"
He stopped a moment, "And tell Bradley to get out of there."
"Yes sir."

Crash Site
Bradley had finished the last of the snipers from his covered position and peaked out, the strange soldiers had already taken off at a dead run for the woods, "This is Sgt. Bradley, what are my orders? Is anyone listening? What are my orders?"
"The Colonel says to RTB, take any who are capable with you."
"What about the wounded?"
"We have medivac coming on scene, we want you to pull out."
"Shit.. what am I supposed to do, leave the wounded ones to die?"
"Medivac will take care of them, your orders are to RTB with the others." The static that followed made it clear that there would be no further orders.
He turned toward the pilot, and his squad, "We need to get those who aren't too hurt to fend for themselves and RTB, immediatly." To the pilot specifically, "RTB means return to base, you are a guest of the kingdom of SaintB. So you'd best come with me now."

The Forbidden exploded with a deafening roar. The shockwave rocked even the massive gunships. The gunships, fortunately, dug into the ground as a defensive measure, so the movement was minimall. The fireball from the explosion began to reach high into the sky. Doors from both gunships opened. Soldiers within the ships began to signal furiously to the survivors, to enter the ship, lest they fall victim to radiation poisioning.

Blackbird 1 and his men grabbbed their MR-6300 Commando rifle's, and followed Bradley and Blackbird 1, who's real name was Jenny Macked said "Did you hear about that air to air collision yestertday, between one of your training F-9T's and a RF-4C that I happened to be piloting, if you hadn't, I am bringing you up to dat then.."

Soon after the RF-4C landed at March to confirm that the SaintB force's were in need of aid, 8 MIG-40's taxied to the runway, and took off, toward's the conflict zone, 5 minute's later they were at 35,000 feet, at Mach 2.7, their optimial cruise speed, the leader Blackbird 1 contacted the SaintB leader on the ground and said "This is Blackbird 1, we're coming to help you in your fight...."

INCOMING DATABURST ----
****RECEIVED****
****VERIFYING PRIVATE ENCRYPTION QUANTUM ALGORITHMS****
****MESSAGE DECODED****

TO: CALIZORINSTAN COMMAND
FROM: TECH-INTEL
RE: TUS SERENITY & TUS STARSWORD

We have two gunships in the area, as well as several sniper forces. DO NOT engage those forces - they are currently protecting the survivors.

***END MESSAGE***
END DATABURST ----

Bradley was preparing to get his men and the survivors on the Cats when soldiers he noticed a Calistani approached, what the hell is going on here?
He very nearly voiced it when the man who seemed in command spoke up...
"Did you hear about that air to air collision yestertday, between one of your training F-9T's and a RF-4C that I happened to be piloting, if you hadn't, I am bringing you up to date then.."
"I'm sorry but uhm.. no. Its not exactly my area I'm just a lowly..."
A suddon flash of light and a burst erupted as a large aircraft struck the ground, he grabbed the civillian pilot and ran, working on instinct as he sensed more than understood the eminent danger.. soemone had just nuked them!
A strange aircraft landed, its doors flew open and hands reached out to him and the others... "RUN!" he shouted as loud and long as he could as he half dragged half carried the woman with him.

Nelson Airbase
"We have a confirmed hit, the bird is going down! We have a kill!" the RADOM reported.
Lt. Colonel Francis nodded with approval, "Tell the hues to be ready to scramble at a moments notice! I want those fighters to confirm the kill!"
He stopped a moment, "And tell Bradley to get out of there."
"Yes sir."

Crash Site
Bradley had finished the last of the snipers from his covered position and peaked out, the strange soldiers had already taken off at a dead run for the woods, "This is Sgt. Bradley, what are my orders? Is anyone listening? What are my orders?"
"The Colonel says to RTB, take any who are capable with you."
"What about the wounded?"
"We have medivac coming on scene, we want you to pull out."
"Shit.. what am I supposed to do, leave the wounded ones to die?"
"Medivac will take care of them, your orders are to RTB with the others." The static that followed made it clear that there would be no further orders.
He turned toward the pilot, and his squad, "We need to get those who aren't too hurt to fend for themselves and RTB, immediatly." To the pilot specifically, "RTB means return to base, you are a guest of the kingdom of SaintB. So you'd best come with me now."

INCOMING DATABURST ----
****RECEIVED****
****VERIFYING PRIVATE ENCRYPTION QUANTUM ALGORITHMS****
****MESSAGE DECODED****

TO: SAINTB STRAT COM
FROM: TECH-INTEL
RE: RADIATION

Our satellites detected incoming ships, which appear to have medical markings on them. Request that you alter their course to 5 miles east of the site. The gunships Starsword and Serenity will lift off the surface shortly and rendezvous with you there. Do you need further assistance?

***END MESSAGE***
END DATABURST ----

It does not at this time seem necesary for further assistance. The blast happened in a non populated corner of the nation and though the damage is severe, the device was small in size. Adjacent locations are even now as we speak being evacuated for fear of fallout. We advise that your people join those from Calizorinstan, Urcea, and Sparklesun at Nelson Air Base located 15 miles southwest from the location of the encounter. A full situational breifing will be worked out from there before any further actions are to be taken; all survivors are to be screened medically for injuries and radiation and will be treated as per thier needs.
We may require in the future further assistance, likely in the form of inteligence on these rogue elements of you nation.

Lt. General Grant WIlliam Smith

Commander Teska, CO of the op, approached Bradley. He asked him simply
"Where's the others from the plane crash?"

It does not at this time seem necesary for further assistance. The blast happened in a non populated corner of the nation and though the damage is severe, the device was small in size. Adjacent locations are even now as we speak being evacuated for fear of fallout. We advise that your people join those from Calizorinstan, Urcea, and Sparklesun at Nelson Air Base located 15 miles southwest from the location of the encounter. A full situational breifing will be worked out from there before any further actions are to be taken; all survivors are to be screened medically for injuries and radiation and will be treated as per thier needs.
We may require in the future further assistance, likely in the form of inteligence on these rogue elements of you nation.

Lt. General Grant WIlliam Smith

INCOMING DATABURST ----
****RECEIVED****
****VERIFYING PRIVATE ENCRYPTION QUANTUM ALGORITHMS****
****MESSAGE DECODED****

TO: ALL CONCERNED
FROM: TECH-INTEL
RE: SITUATIONAL ANALYSIS

The Starsword and Serenity have been ordered to Nelson AB. TechIntel has granted them level-7 security permission to disclose information regarding the Sons of Qor, the anarchist group responsible for the terrorist attack as well as possible collaboration with the Sparklesun Def. Minister. The gunships' commanders will debrief the nations upon arrival.

Unfortunately, we are forced to detain the Sparklesun's Defense Minister aboard the Starsword. We have sufficient evidence to bring the Minister to court, and we are sending more gunships and interceptors to rendezvous at Nelson AB. We will NOT release the Minister until the debriefing has been completed and the trial is underway. If the other nations wish to challenge this, please speak with us first before engaging in any direct confrontation with our task force. TechIntel has put the incoming task force on a full-alert status - they WILL attack if any overt show of force is displayed in their presence. We wish to avert any further damage and fatalities if possible.

On another note, we wish to formally apologize to all involved parties regarding the inexcusable actions of the Forbidden's commander. We specifically ordered him to hold his position until we could verify that the Minister was indeed responsible, but he attacked anyways.

***END MESSAGE***
END DATABURST ----

Commander Teska, CO of the op, approached Bradley. He asked him simply
"Where's the others from the plane crash?"

OOC is this the commander of one of my ships or someone from your side?

OOC is this the commander of one of my ships or someone from your side?

OOC: Mine.

IC: A message returned to TU:

"How has the minister been involved in the terrorist attacks on your towns? We send you our deepest sympathies, but how would you think he is involved? We don't understand your logic. Why would an un-involved foreign politician attack you?

We have no choice but to offer the minister FULL diplomatic immunity."

OOC: Mine.

IC: A message returned to TU:

"How has the minister been involved in the terrorist attacks on your towns? We send you our deepest sympathies, but how would you think he is involved? We don't understand your logic. Why would an un-involved foreign politician attack you?

We have no choice but to offer the minister FULL diplomatic immunity."

INCOMING DATABURST ----
****RECEIVED****
****VERIFYING PRIVATE ENCRYPTION QUANTUM ALGORITHMS****
****MESSAGE DECODED****

TO: ALL CONCERNED
FROM: TECH-INTEL
RE: MINISTER OF DEFENSE - DIPLOMATIC STATUS

The commanders of the Starsword and Serenity will brief you on the matter shortly. In the meantime, we will consider your offer of diplomatic immunity. Until we decide, we will, for the sake of our safety, detain the minister until further notice. We will not harm him, nor will we take him from Nelson AB, until we make a decision regarding the matter.

We seek an audience with the minister's government.

***END MESSAGE***
END DATABURST ----

Jenny Macked and her men ran into the aircraft that hand's had reached from and she groaned and said "So much for a quiet afternoon, I thought that since SaintB has clost ties to Calizorinstan, that we'd better help our ally!"

Message from the commanders -

"So we've been given permission to divulge this information. Here it is.

The minister of defense lost his parents and siblings during a raid by insurgent Technocratic Unionate factions in the battle of Qomar, a small border town on the other side of the Technocratic border. The Sons of Qor were also involved in this attack, although their squadrons were not present at the residential complex where his parents were killed. Ever since then, the Minister has held a virulent anti-Technocratic sentiment towards the gov't. He was unaware that the insurgent factions, masquerading as members of the armed forces, were attempting to destabilize the area and bring Sparklesun and the Technocratic Unionates into war. These insurgent factions, under the label of the Alkanian Protectorate, were responsible for his family's deaths. Together with the Sons of Qor, the two factions attempted to impose their anarchist ideologies throughout much of the republic. Fortunately we managed to grind them into the dust, but the Sons of Qor were masters at stealth and clandestine operations. So while we managed to kill off much of their personnel and infrastructure, we could never really take them out - until recently.

We managed to receive valuable intel on the networks of the Sons of Qor, thanks to the defection of several key Qor members. We proceeded to root them out with a force unheard of in recent years. The Sons of Qor, seeing the desperate nature of the situation, appealed to the outside world for help. The Sparklesun Minister of Defense heard of their requests and greatly sympathized with the Sons of Qor for fighting against what he THOUGHT was the enemy. First contact between the two parties was not recorded by surveillance, but all indications suggest that it began as late as 9 months ago. Since then, the minister has provided arms shipments and valuable research tech to the rebels, greatly increasing their potency. We raided the southern border-town of New Middleton 2 weeks ago and uncovered a veritable gold-mine: records of every encrypted transmission between the Minister and the Sons of Qor. While many were unreadable due to the rebels' last-ditch efforts to destroy the evidence, some clearly indicated transfers of fundings of undisclosed amounts, and transfers of weapons materials, including biogenetic materials used in the terrorist massacre at Tevan. It was only a few hours ago that we were able to match the voice profiles in the communiques with the voice profile of the minister. The point of origin of many of the communiques was encrypted, but we managed to crack some of the codes, which indicated a position deep within Sparklesun, in what appears to be the minister's private mansion.

It is with this information that we are now accusing the Minister of conspiring against a sovereign nation. He may have acted in seemingly good faith, but the fact remains that he conspired to destabilize another country, and this is inexcusable."

"I see. So he funded the group that was involved with his own loss. Sad. We retract our statement and retract our diplomatic immunity offer."

Damn! The woman could shoot! Bradley fired a burst at the first to return fire toward them and then cursed under his breath when he saw the paratroops, "I don't have enough fucking bullets!"
The strange troopers moved against the enemy, "What is going on here! These aren't our guys for certain!"
He treid to radio back to command, "This is Bradley, what the HELL is going on here?!"

Loran threw a roll of bullets at Bradley, she smiled, and gave a quick wink and carried on shooting.

Then...a weird silence was heard, everyone was dead, she got up, her trousers were ripped which exposed her massive infected leg. She found some bottled water in the side compartments, she threw one to Bradley...

(You do realize you're still inside a TU gunship, right?)

Loran threw a roll of bullets at Bradley, she smiled, and gave a quick wink and carried on shooting.

Then...a weird silence was heard, everyone was dead, she got up, her trousers were ripped which exposed her massive infected leg. She found some bottled water in the side compartments, she threw one to Bradley...

On board the Serenity, the spider-like medical bot MD-04 was moving in the corridor to deliver a medical inspection to the survivors when it notices the infection on Loran's leg. MD-04 initated a general quarantine alert - the ship was effectively placed under lockdown. Before Loran had time to respond, two more medical bots grabbed her limbs and pinned her to the ground. Loran attempted to struggle, but she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her neck; they were injecting her with something! Seconds before she blacked out, she realized how strong a sedative it was...

"I see. So he funded the group that was involved with his own loss. Sad. We retract our statement and retract our diplomatic immunity offer."

INCOMING DATABURST ----
****RECEIVED****
****VERIFYING PRIVATE ENCRYPTION QUANTUM ALGORITHMS****
****MESSAGE DECODED****

TO: ALL CONCERNED
FROM: TECH-INTEL
RE: QUARANTINE

We have quarantined all civilian members aboard the Serenity and Starsword. We have detected a malignant variant of the acid bug disease in one of the female members. This strain of the species is not indigenous to any area here, and preliminary analysis of the genetic codes, and comparisons with probable molecular evolution rates indicate this is an artificially-manufactured strain. We projected the rate of infection in the affected person and concluded that had we not intervened, she would be dead by now. The naturally-occurring acid bug strains would only impart a slight discomfort in the host's sweat glands due to an increased acidic factor, but it was no more threatening than the common cold.

The strain that was present in her system bears remarkable resemblance to the strains that were used in the biogenetic attacks on Tevan. In the Tevan-032 SR strain that was detected there, the strain would operate only in low levels of hormones such as testosterone and estrogen. Thus it only affected the prepubescent children, but at a cost - the deaths were almost instantaneous. The strain found in the female lacks the hormone inhibitors that 032 SR had, so it is capable of infecting anyone. In addition, the symptoms start off much more mildly, but quickly progress at an almost exponential rate to the point of spontaneous dissolution, where the host dissolves from the acids. Similar strains have been found in every one of the civilian members of the doomed flight, including the Minister of Defense; however, for some unknown reason the strains in their cases have not been activated. We are unable to determine, at the moment, why it only happened in one case.

Normally such infections are mild and only result in a mild acidic factor present in the host's sweat glands. We request that the other nations send in medical teams to further evaluate the situation and to verify our findings. There is a very good chance the civilians were victims of another possible biogenetic attack. TechIntel also believes they may even have been carriers, intended to infect and possibly kill off whoever it was they intended to meet.

PSYCH-OPS believes this is not the work of the Defense Minister. They conclude from surveillance and psych-profiling that the Minister most likely did not have a hand in this latest finding. As the plane was not heading into the Technocratic airspace, and as the Sparklesun cabinet appeared to be on relatively good terms with the other nearby nations, PSYCH-OPS is forced to conclude that the Minister would not act in such an irregular manner. We request that other nations send in their PSYCH-OPS teams to evaluate the minister and cross-reference their results with ours.

We are entertaining two possibilities - (1) the defense minister was the primary carrier, and may have unwittingly played into such a situation by the Sons of Qor, or (2) a third, unknown party, which supplied to the Sons of Qor, may have been involved in a biogenetic operation against the Sparklesun gov't cabinet. A third, though most distasteful, possibility also presents itself - a combination of the first two - that the Sons of Qor have made contact with an external anarchist group and have coordinated a series of biogenetic attacks throughout the nations in the area. There is significant evidence to suggest the validity of the third possibility - our spies have recently monitored unmarked vehicles coming across our borders. We have apprehended several of these vehicles. We have also attempted to trace their paths, but our satellites have detected multiple transfers along the route, with dummy trucks also used; at the moment, we cannot conclude exactly where these transports hail from. Until we have information to the contrary, we are operating under the assumption that this third possibility is true.

We also request permission of SaintB to bring radships to the detonation point. While they will not fully be able to reverse the radiation damage, they will be able to accelerate the rate of decay to a point where the damage to humans would be negligible, and the damage to the local wildlife will also be minimal.


***END MESSAGE***
END DATABURST ----

Medical teams from SaintB transported all survivors of the "Quiet War" as it is being called by SaintB personell to Nelson Air Base's medical facility. All of the Sparklesun delagates were put under quarantine in a special ward. Sargeant Bradley and 3 members of his fireteam were also diagnosed with this new Acid Bug strain. After examination Jenny Macked and her team are cleared, save for one man who was put into treatment for mild radiation poisoning. At this time, permission is being sought for all involved to be sent to the larger McPherson Airbase near SaintB's capitol. The Technocratic Unionite's offer to help clean the damage caused by the nuclear device is under review.
Benard I, Monarch of SaintB


Nelson Airbase Infirmery 1217 hours local time
Bradley didn't know why he was under quarantine. He had been content for a while to stay in his room and hope for a quick stay but after several hours he was getting restless. Bradley slid off the gurney and took a peak outside his door; no guards were outside so he ventured into the hall. He knew there would be some kind of guard or device to stop him from leaving the small wing so he headed down the hall, reading the names ont he doors until he found a familiar one.
He tapped gently on the door twice and then opened it, he felt wrong somehow to be wearing a linen hospital gown when he was so used to fatigues and combat armor and it showed in his movement.
"Loran?" he called out softly as he entered the room.
He noticed she looked worse for wear now, maybe during the preliminaries and the gun fight he didn't have time to examine her... one thing was for sure she was one tough woman.

Nelson Airbase, Command Room 1100 hours local time
The Lt. Colonel stood, watching the others in the room, Jenny Macked and the rest of the officers in charge where asked to attend him there for a breif announcement and discussion. The remaining enlisted men from all three nations had been given temporary quarters in the northeastern barracks. He cleared his throat, "First, I am to appologize for any inconvienince this may have caused. Tomorow, Lt. General Grant Smith will be arriving here along with several staff members to get and discuss the events and paint an accurate picture of what happened here. I don't know much, but I do know that some kind of deadly pathogen has been detected in the survivors of the plane crash and several of our soldiers sent to salvage the wreck and rescue the survivors. Our government is requesting permission to transport them too Mcpherson Air base where the best treatment can be given to them and the pathogen harnessed for study. We understand that the Technocratic Unionites are here for Sparklesun's Minister of Defense. We can not turn him over to you without consent from Sparklesun and even then after he is given a clean bill of health. My government does however wish it to be known that we are willing and able to work diplomatically on all issues and wishes to avoid further 'unpleasantness'. Ladies, Gentlemen, my base is your's. You are free to move around and explore the grounds in all non-secure areas and send messages over non-secure channels. I am also willing to offer you the use of our encryption systems for classified messages but you must first clear it with me and consent to being under my guard while doing so."

Medical teams from SaintB transported all survivors of the "Quiet War" as it is being called by SaintB personell to Nelson Air Base's medical facility. All of the Sparklesun delagates were put under quarantine in a special ward. Sargeant Bradley and 3 members of his fireteam were also diagnosed with this new Acid Bug strain. After examination Jenny Macked and her team are cleared, save for one man who was put into treatment for mild radiation poisoning. At this time, permission is being sought for all involved to be sent to the larger McPherson Airbase near SaintB's capitol. The Technocratic Unionite's offer to help clean the damage caused by the nuclear device is under review.
Benard I, Monarch of SaintB


Nelson Airbase Infirmery 1217 hours local time
Bradley didn't know why he was under quarantine. He had been content for a while to stay in his room and hope for a quick stay but after several hours he was getting restless. Bradley slid off the gurney and took a peak outside his door; no guards were outside so he ventured into the hall. He knew there would be some kind of guard or device to stop him from leaving the small wing so he headed down the hall, reading the names ont he doors until he found a familiar one.
He tapped gently on the door twice and then opened it, he felt wrong somehow to be wearing a linen hospital gown when he was so used to fatigues and combat armor and it showed in his movement.
"Loran?" he called out softly as he entered the room.
He noticed she looked worse for wear now, maybe during the preliminaries and the gun fight he didn't have time to examine her... one thing was for sure she was one tough woman.

Nelson Airbase, Command Room 1100 hours local time
The Lt. Colonel stood, watching the others in the room, Jenny Macked and the rest of the officers in charge where asked to attend him there for a breif announcement and discussion. The remaining enlisted men from all three nations had been given temporary quarters in the northeastern barracks. He cleared his throat, "First, I am to appologize for any inconvienince this may have caused. Tomorow, Lt. General Grant Smith will be arriving here along with several staff members to get and discuss the events and paint an accurate picture of what happened here. I don't know much, but I do know that some kind of deadly pathogen has been detected in the survivors of the plane crash and several of our soldiers sent to salvage the wreck and rescue the survivors. Our government is requesting permission to transport them too Mcpherson Air base where the best treatment can be given to them and the pathogen harnessed for study. We understand that the Technocratic Unionites are here for Sparklesun's Minister of Defense. We can not turn him over to you without consent from Sparklesun and even then after he is given a clean bill of health. My government does however wish it to be known that we are willing and able to work diplomatically on all issues and wishes to avoid further 'unpleasantness'. Ladies, Gentlemen, my base is your's. You are free to move around and explore the grounds in all non-secure areas and send messages over non-secure channels. I am also willing to offer you the use of our encryption systems for classified messages but you must first clear it with me and consent to being under my guard while doing so."


***SECRET SERIES OF EVENTS***

Bridge, TUS Starsword

"They want to keep the minister here?"
The Commander's mildly disappointed tone betrayed his annoyance with the situation. Things were going slower than planned.

"It seems so, sir. What shall we tell TechIntel?"

"Tell them the truth. We'll wait and see. I know one thing; they aren't going to be happy."

"Aye sir. Databurst sent... we've got confirmation."

This is going to be harder than we thought, the Commander mused. The extraction of the minister was supposed to go smoothly. The Sparklesun defense minister was supposed to meet at the proper coordinates with the Forbidden, Starsword and Serenity, and the intel transfer was to be made. Without the defense minister's valuable intel, the threat of the impending doom would be unclear. Unfortunately, the infection only proved further the far-reaching extent of the biogenetic assaults the enemy was using against the nations. With the plane crash and the revelation of the Forbidden's ties with the infiltrators, the plan was going to hell in a handbasket. The cover story of the minister's supposed war crimes should have worked in the Unionates' favor.

But it seems they're more cautious than we anticipated, he thought impatiently. Which means the Sparklesun gov't will officially want to know what's happening - and launch an inquiry.

And with gov't comes bureaucracy, and with bureaucracy comes red tape, and with red tape comes time lost, and with time lost comes... he shuddered at the thought. Worse yet, the infiltrators would soon know of the plan if any of the other governments come to learn of this, and all would be lost. Not even the Directorate, the ruling oligarchical body of the Unionates, was "officially" aware of the operation.

Time was running short. GOD-EYE's satellite network was tracking the incoming force and anticipated planetfall within the next 18 hours.

The Sparklesun Defense Minister alone knows who's on our side and who isn't, he thought. Without him, we can't be divulging any information to the other heads of state without risking our exposure. But we have no time! NONE!

"Sir, TechIntel sent an encrypted databurst back. I... I... I can't believe this..."

Snapping out of his reverie, the Commander turned to the comm officer.

"What is it?"

"Sir, we are ordered to conduct Operation Crimson Dusk. The gunships Serenity, Seraphim, and Chimera have also been notified, and they signal ready. The Phoenix drone interceptors are also on full-alert. Repairs crews inform us that our reactive armor is back in place. We are ordered to stand by until the EW (electronic warfare) ship Triumvirate enters the area under cloak. Once the Triumvirate enters the area, we can conduct the operation with little fear of retaliation. The Triumvirate's ETA is 1 hour."

So it comes to this...

bump

((OOC: I'm waiting for others involved to post before anything else happens. But I do want to know, what nations will grant me permission to move the infected persons.

And TU.. whil I am not insulting your RP skills (your pretty good)... exactly how can you afford to have so many of these advanced tech and soldiers when you have a defense budget of about 17 billion dollars according to NS Dossier? (http://nsdossier.texasregion.net/main.aspx) Are these gunships all you have?))

Jenny Macked and the rest of her team, just walked around the base, and they checked into the motel, and as she got into her room, they were scattered around the motel, she took off her shoe's and sock's, and got on the bed, and called her husband, John Macked and said "I am sorry to report, that I am in SaintB until further notice, ah why how sweet babe!, love ya darling, you too, bye!" She loved John dearly, and he had just bought her an Allenan Arms Dragon X, like she alway's wanted since they came out.

((OOC: I'm waiting for others involved to post before anything else happens. But I do want to know, what nations will grant me permission to move the infected persons.

And TU.. whil I am not insulting your RP skills (your pretty good)... exactly how can you afford to have so many of these advanced tech and soldiers when you have a defense budget of about 17 billion dollars according to NS Dossier? (http://nsdossier.texasregion.net/main.aspx) Are these gunships all you have?))


OOC I'm a n00b, and I thank you for citing the NS dossier link - haha, I never knew that existed. Thanks! Anyways, with that in mind, these gunships form most of the air support fleet. Thanks to R&D in nanoscale materials, my nation has managed to cut SOME of the annual maintenance costs of the ships. Most of my annual defense budget is devoted to surveillance and intel-gathering, and with that, I don't need to devote more to a larger and more spread-out army. Most of my armed forces are broken down into smaller mobile units that are a combination of air and ground forces that are capable of deploying very quickly due to their small size and simplistic command structure (in a sense, they are semi-autonomous). I have yet to develop a formidable naval armada, and I have only a few very old and aging submarines and naval destroyers.

Let's assume for now that the gunships deployed are about 80% of my entire mobile armed forces. The remaining few forces (a few gunships, one more EW ship and two more interceptor squadrons) are back in my country. Let's also assume the other gunships are aging ships and lack cloaking devices that the Starsword, Serenity and Triumvirate have. Let's further assume that these three ships are now the only cloak-capable ships in my armed forces.

Yeah, it's a pretty bad backstory on my part, but hope it works out as we go on. :headbang:

OOC I'm a n00b, and I thank you for citing the NS dossier link - haha, I never knew that existed. Thanks! Anyways, with that in mind, these gunships form most of the air support fleet. Thanks to R&D in nanoscale materials, my nation has managed to cut SOME of the annual maintenance costs of the ships. Most of my annual defense budget is devoted to surveillance and intel-gathering, and with that, I don't need to devote more to a larger and more spread-out army. Most of my armed forces are broken down into smaller mobile units that are a combination of air and ground forces that are capable of deploying very quickly due to their small size and simplistic command structure (in a sense, they are semi-autonomous). I have yet to develop a formidable naval armada, and I have only a few very old and aging submarines and naval destroyers.

Let's assume for now that the gunships deployed are about 80% of my entire mobile armed forces. The remaining few forces (a few gunships, one more EW ship and two more interceptor squadrons) are back in my country.

Yeah, it's a pretty bad backstory on my part, but hope it works out as we go on. :headbang:

Thats pretty good back-up story... my nation is devoting hundreds of billions to defense.. the best I can figure is it is mostly on developement and advancement. I'm new here too.. less than 3 months.

Near Nelson AB, 1700 hours

The Triumvirate, a considerably smaller and sleeker aircraft than the lumbering gunships, moved silently within 900 meters of the airbase, under cloak. 5 hours ago it had entered the sector and began its operations. The crew on board began to activate the EW systems and targetted the patrolling aircraft, awaiting the Starsword commander's signal...

Bridge, TUS Starsword

"Sir, the Triumvirate has arrived. Shall I ask the Seraphim and Chimera to deploy their COV-OPS (covert ops troops)?"

"By all means, lieutenant."

"Aye sir."

The tactical officer issued the orders on an encrypted channel to the two gunships. under the gunships' cloaks, the troops were deployed 250 meters from the defense ministers' quarantine cell.

It's now or never, thought the Commander of the Starsword.

Jenny put back her sock's and boot's on, and grabbed her MR-6300 LMG, and the rest of the team grabbed their MR-6300 Rifle's, and they went to defensible positions. She had a suspicousan that somebody might attack them...

Jenny put back her sock's and boot's on, and grabbed her MR-6300 LMG, and the rest of the team grabbed their MR-6300 Rifle's, and they went to defensible positions. She had a suspicousan that somebody might attack them...

Half-an-hour passed, and the sun set... there was no sign of movement in the area. Jenny began to wonder if maybe her imagination was getting to her...

She turned to a soldier next to her and was about to speak when she suddenly heard a thunderous roar of an explosion several hundred feet away. The shockwave buffeted her body and she slammed into the dirt. Looking up, Jenny saw a huge, gaping hole in the east wall of the defense minister's compound. Soldiers, in what appeared to be night camo suits, were moving into the compound.

The only country here who has beef with the Defense Minister is the Technocratic Unionates, she realized with a growing sense of horror. They must be here to take him by force!

"Everyone, get up! Fire at will! Don't let them get the minister!"

She unloaded her gun into the nearest TU soldier, about 100 feet away. The soldier spun and dropped like a stone, clearly disabled or dead. Two TU snipers began to fire in Jenny's direction. Overhead, sounds of air-to-air combat were dominating the sky, and small explosions of AA fire peppered the otherwise clear night sky.

Bridge, TUS Triumvirate

"Sir, Nelson AB is calling for reinforcements. They've deployed nearly all of their fighter wings. What shall we do?"

"Continue with the hack, lieutenant. Let's break their systems."

The Triumvirate crew, unseen by the enemy air defense, began to hack into the airbase's mainframe system. They downloaded the prefix codes for the Nelson's fighter wings.

"We're ready to go, sir."

"Remote-access their avionics systems and radar. Fool them."

"And the base, sir?"

"Are the viruses in place?"

"Yessir."

"Very good. Activate the viruses - that'll give them problems with AA fire."

In the air

Several fighter pilots radioed Nelson AB for help -

"Nelson AB, we are picking up a large fleet of air units moving into the area. ETA 10 minutes, estimating a strength of 300 - wait, correction - 600 - correction again - 1500 TU gunships and at least 3000 enemy interceptors! Request confirmation!"

"Nelson AB to all fighter pilots - we are having difficulties with radar - we are temporarily unable to assist you in triangulating enemy positions."

"Nelson AB, I've got 8 enemy interceptors on my tail! Request AA support!"

"Negative, fighter unit, Nelson AB is unable to provide AA support at this time."

Bridge, TUS Starsword

The commander winced as the Starsword rocked under enemy fire. So far they've managed to keep the pressure on those pesky ground troops, but they were having trouble.

"You ordered the snipers to load their guns with tranquilizers, right?"

"Yes, commander. As TechIntel requested, we're trying to keep enemy casualties at a minimum here."

"What's our status on the Triumvirate?"

"Triumvirate reports that they've been successful in fooling the enemy fighters. They've also succeeded in disabling the Nelson AB radar system, but they believe it will only be a matter of maybe 5 minutes before Nelson AB disables the virus program and restores operational capabilities. GOD-EYE reports reinforcements en route to the area, ETA 12 minutes."

"Keep distracting those air units. What's the status on the minister and the gunships?"

"Alpha team reports that they've located the minister in the compound. He is being escorted out of the compound and into the gunship Chimera. The Seraphim is moving in to attack the ground forces near the compound. They report that the modified riot rockets should disable any troops that get too close to Alpha team. The Serenity is disabling ground armored units about 1 km west of the minister's compound."

"We're running out of time. Make sure the Phoenix interceptors shoot to disable and not to kill."

"Aye sir."

If this works, we just might save everyone here, he thought.

On the ground

Jenny and her forces continued to keep the pressure on the TU forces. Already seven were down, either dead or disabled. The soldiers on her side were also falling, but they weren't dying. Needle-like projections were in their chests and necks.

Tranquilizers, she realized.

She continued to fire on the enemy forces when she suddenly felt a presence above her.

A massive gunship slowed down and hovered directly 2000 feet above her. Even at this distance she could feel the force of the hover-engines. Jenny saw a small compartment open, and heard the sound of a rocket launch.

The last thing she saw was a bright flash, then darkness.

The anomoly had appeared off and on for hours. One momenet it was here, then it was there. Another it was gone completly. The RADOM had reported it several times but had been ordered to ignore it, hours later it was still there, still a bother, and now it had him suspicious. He began using the computer to track backwards, there was a definate pattern to it.. like a flight pattern. He called the officer to show him his findings.
"It seems like the anomoly is not just some strange occurance, something is out there sir. Like a stealth aircraft or something. The patterns it is showing are similar to the TU gunships..."

((OOC: The only patrol is a 6 man squad of F-9Fs, Nelson is a small airbase and has not benefitted as much from the current upgrade of the military... and you of course know that if you follow through with an attack it would mean a war, and probably one you won't like))

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CLASSIFIED MESSAGE

ATTENTION: Technocratic Unionates
SENDER: Urcea

We would like to know if we could assist you in this...."policing action" with our airborne infantry and our interceptors.

OOC: Okay, I don't mind her dying I guess, and this may sound stupid, but "Jenny" was really a double of the real one, I mean I am not trying to godmod here, but the real one would have gone back to Calizorinstan, the double, was actually not acting on Calizorinstan order's, but a criminal, so I'd say somebody RP finding her body, but not being the real one, for a fun twist...

OOC: Okay, I don't mind her dying I guess, and this may sound stupid, but "Jenny" was really a double of the real one, I mean I am not trying to godmod here, but the real one would have gone back to Calizorinstan, the double, was actually not acting on Calizorinstan order's, but a criminal, so I'd say somebody RP finding her body, but not being the real one, for a fun twist...

OOC not much time at the moment, but I was actually intending for her to be knocked out by the riot rocket (kinda like a crowd-control), but your idea's not bad either. If you want, we can go with that, too, and assume the rocket malfunctioned.

OOC: Ah, let's just keep it the original Jenny then, I don't mean to be a godmodder or spoil sport, but I am hoping that she survive's all this, because she's a rather a hero type in Calizorinstan..

IC:

Jenny fell unconcuisous, she thought she was dead, but she was simply knocked out by a riot rocket thing...

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CLASSIFIED MESSAGE

ATTENTION: Technocratic Unionates
SENDER: Urcea

We would like to know if we could assist you in this...."policing action" with our airborne infantry and our interceptors.



Bridge, TUS Starsword

"What???"

The comm officer jumped at the Commander's loud response.

"Y-yes, sir, the Urceans... want to help."

The Commander massaged his temples. On the front viewport, the badly-damaged Chimera was just beginning to lift off. The Seraphim and Serenity were falling back into formation, and the Phoenix interceptors were waging a losing battle with Nelson AB's reactivated AA defenses.

"Patch me into the Chimera. I need the minister."

The comm screen flickered for an instant, and then turned on. A grainy image of the Chimera command center appeared. The haggard, pale face of the minister filled up much of the screen. In the background, smoke was pouring in from a blown power conduit as repair crews worked feverishly to patch up the damage.

The Commander began -

"Not quite the welcoming party you expected, eh, minister?"

The minister grinned, his eyes flashing with relief.

"Thank God, Commander. I thought I'd never get out of there."

The Commander laughed. "Well, you weren't exactly a prisoner in there, minister."

"Yes, but when the region's welfare is at stake I don't think visiting Nelson AB's only coffee shop is going to help me with my situation." The minister began to laugh, and grimaced in pain.

The Commander's smile faded. "What's wrong?"

The minister murmured, "I don't think I have much time. I need to tell you about the Urceans."

The minister's face flickered out of focus for a second as the Chimera was hit by another volley of AA missiles. "We've lost ablative armor on our port side!" Yelled someone in the background. The audio became more distorted, and the sound of static was more evident.

The Commander leaned in, trying to hear the minister. "Boost the comm relays!"

The minister began:

"The Urceans have been infiltrated, just as everyone else here is. The infiltrators have replaced several key members of their government and armed divisions with their own spies. I do not think you should trust them too easily. This encrypted message you speak of - request visual confirmation. When you do so, you must find a way to monitor their heat signatures. Either your ship's passive IR scanners or the GOD-EYE network should have the ability to do this. The infiltrators will show significantly less of a heat signature, by about 10 degrees celsius, than the average human. "

The Commander interrupted - "so you're saying they aren't human, right?"

The minister replied, "No, they're not. From what we can tell, the infiltrator that my elite forces captured several months ago was an advanced android of some sort, but the design was not anything that humans could accomplish. They're cybernetic in nature, and can project an organic mold around their composite skeletons to mimic others around them. Their key giveaway is their low heat signatures. It seems the androids can't operate at human temperature levels; it seems to degrade some of the polymer-based circuitry inside and render them inoperable."

The Commander replied, "That makes some sense, especially in light of the invasion force that GOD-EYE detected."

The minister shook his head furiously, and replied, "NO! They aren't an invasion force! It's much worse than that!"

"What do you mean?"

"The diseases - the infections - they aren't meant to kill us."

"If they aren't meant to kill us, what are they supposed to do?"

The minister said, "remember how the female pilot would exhibit symptoms of acid ejection from her sweat pores?"

"Yes... what are you saying, minister?" The Commander had a distinct feeling he was not going to like this.

"Well," the minister sighed, "with that android we captured, we managed to decipher some of the encrypted programs stored in its memory core. It took us awhile to work through the language barriers, but from what we can gather, the aliens have more of a graphical language system, i.e. they speak through pictures more than words. The AI program was remarkably versatile, and interfaced with our computer systems. Thanks to this rather unique ability, we managed to get a clearer idea of their goals."

"And?"

"It seems their makers are, obviously, extraterrestrial in nature, but they aren't coming to kill us. The acid that we produce from these infections is a vital component of their necessary sustenance."

The Commander sat down heavily. His head was swimming and he could not think straight.

He replied weakly, "So they're coming to... harvest us?"

"That's right."

Damn, the Commander thought. So who's on our side?

The Commander asked the minister, "So you're saying that with visual confirmation and the IR technique you mentioned, we can tell who's on our side and who's an imposter?"

"Yes. I'm sorry I don't have anything better to offer you, such as specific names, groups, et cetera, but time was running short."

"That's fine, minister. Now let's get out of here. Starsword out."

Turning to the comm officer, the Commander said, "Lieutenant, patch me in with the Urceans..."

OOC: What the hell? I'm just blood thirsty, and I like to kill people. I ain't no invadin alien thing.

OOC: What the hell? I'm just blood thirsty, and I like to kill people. I ain't no invadin alien thing.

OOC Hey, I aint saying y'all are aliens; but we all have a little alien in us :gundge: all of the gov'ts are affected. btw, I haven't mentioned if the minister himself is an imposter, heh -if you don't like the alien idea, lemme know

OOC Hey, I aint saying y'all are aliens; but we all have a little alien in us :gundge: all of the gov'ts are affected. btw, I haven't mentioned if the minister himself is an imposter, heh -if you don't like the alien idea, lemme know

OOC: How's that? Julius Nero isn't an alien, and he IS the government.

OOC: How's that? Julius Nero isn't an alien, and he IS the government.

OOC just one guy? No support staff? Every head honcho's got a support staff.... that's what I mean. Any field commanders in your armed forces or stuff like that.

OOC just one guy? No support staff? Every head honcho's got a support staff.... that's what I mean. Any field commanders in your armed forces or stuff like that.

OOC: The highest rank the military has is General. Everything above is held by Julius Nero. Same deal with all services. He has a staff but they have no power. I just wanna help you attack SaintB, dude, why do you have to add some complicated and very strange back story to this?

It seemed as if the "Quiet War" was not over yet. In fact, it seemed as if that supposed quiet war was becoming very loud very quickly to the SaintB soldiers stationed at Nelson. At first they were caught completly off guard, but by the time the minister had been retrieved all combat systems were back online and the infantry were fighting fearcely against TU attackers, giving better than they were taking and pushing them back across almost every inch they had taken in well coordinated counter-assaults utilizing small arms and a few mortars. In the air the F9Fs were easily outdone by the TU gunships and some craft had been shot down, 5 pilots confirmed ejected and 2 unacounted for, all told 6 of the F9Fs and one F-15 Strike Eagle had been taken down but now with AA missile batteries online and AAA fire being used to soften targets it seemed the air battle would soon be a deadlock.
Almost 100 SaintB infantry surged forward with support from the bases only two MBT Hydra (Firehelper T-140) tanks and as much mortar fire as possible toward the gunship that Sparklesun's Defense Minister was escorted too, the objective was to 'rescue the captive diplomat' from TU hands. SaintB was responding to a very real threat from an unexpected enemy and it was seen as thier duty to protect the Defense Minister from hostile factions while they were in thier Kingdom's Territory.

OOC: The highest rank the military has is General. Everything above is held by Julius Nero. Same deal with all services. He has a staff but they have no power. I just wanna help you attack SaintB, dude, why do you have to add some complicated and very strange back story to this?

I thought I had already alluded to the backstory some time back... but again, if you wanna drop it, we can change it...

OOC: SaintB, are you taking about my gal being the hostage?

OOC: SaintB, are you taking about my gal being the hostage?

I'm talking about the Sparklesun Defense Minister.. on another note where is Sparklesun now anyway?

Jenny Mackhed will be found unconcious and your gov will know immediatly.

OOC: Gravedigguh!

IC: Not waiting for the Unionates' permission, 50 F-22 fighters were on the way to SaintB to destroy as many targets as possible.

5 C-170s were also taking off in Urcea, heading to SaintB with 5,000 troops.