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Gallia, Toopoxican Administrative Region

It had been well over a decade since the Gallians had lost their independence to the Toopoxicans, as the Imperials would have them beleive the Socialist Gallian Dictatorship declared war on the Toopoxicans and their enslavement was merely that of a peacekeeper, Sokol spat that word out as he scratched the barcode on his arm.
IndentHe stared up at the forboding concrete Gargoyles protecting the fierce fortress like Capitol in Slomsk, the two guardians stared at the young freedom fighter as he read the motto "Think! Then Move!" Carved into the massive lintel hanging over the entrance, he stubbed his fears by repeating the counter motto "We are all Prisoners!" over in his head, he wandered, closed eyes, into the hall playing with the cord of his thick jacket.
Indent"HALT!!!" A Light Guard shouted, Sokol froze in fear, now with his eyes open and staring down the barrel of the P-22B Carbine rifle, he knew that he only had to survive for a few more minutes and then he would have completed his mission, the Light Guard ran over, he stopped and pulled the jacket open revealing the twenty or more pounds of plastic explosive, "We are all Prisoners!" He said again in his mind before tugging the cord and ripping the lobby apart...

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Toopoxia, Volitaia Consuls Office

Raexe burst into the room and was greeted by the clicking of the five mens boots, he knew from that moment that this would be a very military day, when was it ever different, "At ease." He stated casually, he watched as the Staff of Lords relaxed in his office.
IndentRaexe sat to face the military men, he recognised the face of Lord General Smarz who had been his ally from the civil war, but the rest of them seemed unfamiliar, especially the replacement for Lord Admiral Bruilov, "Lord Consul." the Grand Marshall opened up the meeting, "We have word that a massive Socialist uprising has began in Gallia." The Grand Marshall was an old man, he wore glasses and obviously longed for the days when he too was fighting communists, he was probably fighting before Du'Font came to power, Raexe ignored these details and stayed focused on the Marshalls voice, "We currently operate five regiments in Gallia, three light and two heavy, I recomend sending a whole two divisions to the battlefield, we must hold Gallia else we give our GASN enemies a huge benefit."
IndentThe other Lords of staff agreed and thus placed more pressure on Raexe's shoulders, he pulled towards him a map of Gallia, "We have a Naval Taskforce on duty a few kilometers away, I'll redeploy it to the South of Gallia, along with your two divisions, we should re-take the area in under two days barring any complications..." Raexe looked over the map making sure he was not making a mistake, the Taskforce being redeployed would likely attract the attention of some unsavoury customers, Gallia mustn't fall.

"Mr. Baker!" Called Admiral Reinhardt as he chased down the Emperor who was walking down the grand halls of Imperial Palace. "Sir, fantastic news from Gallia!"

"Gallia? I don't believe I've heard the name before." Baker replied with a look of perplexion.

"Its a Toopoxian slave state sir, they conquered it a few years back."

"Ah, one of those eh? What about it?"

"Its begun an uprising against the Toopoxians sir."

"Great! Has the Toopoxian Government issued a statement yet?"

"No official ones sir, but our spy sattelites have shown that they are moving at least one carrier battlegroup into the region."

"Very well then. Let us go to the War Room." Reinhardt nodded. They walked side by side collecting military staffers and Commanders who they found wandering the vast hallways themselves, and brought them along with them, collecting quite an entourage as they went.

As they entered the war room, each took their seats around the vast world map which was arrayed before them. One of the Intelligence Analysts refocused the map on Gallia, and zoomed in until the image of the nation filled the entire screen.

"Thank you," Baker said, nodding to the Analyst. He took his own seat while Grand Admiral Reinhardt went up to the large map screen, and drew an extendible metal pointer.

"Gentlemen, earlier today the citizens of Gallia, a slave state of Toopoxia, held an uprising against their Puppet Government. We, firm enemies of the Corporate Alliance and the Toopoxians in general, not to mention Socialists ourselves, are obliged to help these people. I propose we," he stopped, looking at the Wanderjarian Order of Battle, "Deploy the 8th Guards Army, the 1st Behemoth Legion, and the 4th Guards Army. Also, send in the 1st and 2nd VDV (Wanderjarian Paratroopers) Battalions, as well as two Wanderjarian Marine Corps Divisions with the 5th and 19th Fleets."

Baker nodded. "Very well, do you believe this will be enough to complete the mission?"

"I believe it is sir, and if not we can always send more troops."

"Right, right." Baker acknowleged. "Very well then, what do you propose?"

"I believe that we should send the fleet in, and merely land. It really matters not where we do, our forces are large enough to where an assault anywhere would not be contested to heavily, especially with the numbers and power we'll have on the Toopoxians and their Gallian slaves."

"Very well then, organise the fleets. How long until we can be ready to have troops there?"

"We can be ready in twelve hours, landing in Gallia in forty two."

"Excellent. Alright gentlemen," Baker said, rising from his seat and clapping his hands together. "Lets make this happen!"

OOC: Toops, you got a map of this place? Can we use a RL map? I wanna put one in my post :D

I'll edit this when I get a response.

OOC: I am going to be joining in on the NPE side, because I am a member ;) Tell me if 400 ships is too much, I'll edit it down if so.

IC:

As a member of the NPE, we will commit four task forces of ships to aid the NPE forces, each force consisting of 100 ships each, and we will gladly assist our fellow allies in the NPE and the UFAN, in the hopes of becoming closer to both..

OOC: I'm joining my allies aswell.

Saan Gali Airport, Toopoxican Administrative Region

The scene was that of complete disorder as the crowd of refugees attempted to burst into the airport to sieze a method out of the burning country, Communists were being systematically forced into Political prisons and those not wanting to be caught up were trying deperately to flee, already a mountain of luggage had piled up as the crowd threw them over to stake their claim, the valiant efforts of the Light Guard were pushing the crowd away as the Airfield was subsumed by the shadow of the large Jet Engine.
IndentThe Plane landed and the soldiers onboard got off, it was cold here in comparrison to the warm desertlands of Toopoxia and the soldiers had noticed, they were being paraded to the local barracks in preperation for the defence of the nation, it was just step one in the overall operation to block Communist agression.

(OOC: one map on its way...)

Map of Gallia

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Toopoxican Naval Task Force, Just Outside Gallian Waters

"Admiral!" The young ensign shouted, she had been scanning the uplink from the recently redirected Spy Satellite looking for a potential enemy invasion, it seemed like she had found it, "There appears to be a rather large Naval Taskforce headed towards Gallia!" There was a look of quiet desperation on the bridge officers.
IndentThe Admiral grabbed the Fleet PA Sytstem and began to relay orders, "All hands to prepare for armed conflict!" He bellowed, he placed the PA system down at his side and walked over to take the communications radio, "Ensign, all frequencies!" He ordered, the ensign nodded and flicked at some switches, "Unidentified Fleet, state your business or you will be fired upon!" The Admiral bellowed again, the fleets mission would have to be slightly diverted.

As the Binarian Emporer leanered of the news that there was a rebellion going on in occupied Gallia, he asked, "What does that mean to us? You got me out bed for this?"
General Howard Graves replied,"It is being occupied by a member of the Corporate Alliance. One of the NPE's main rivals."
After thinking for a moment, Emporer Terka responsed," Ah. Which member?" "Toopoxia."
"So what do we do about? Inavde, Send in covert operators, wire funds through a hundred different fronts?"
"No sir, we send in a peace keeping force the size of an army group."
"Very funny smart ass. What are our allies doing?"
"Well the Wanjarerians are sending forces, as is Calizorinstan. The rest of the NPE has done nothing yet."
" Very well General, Send in the 3rd Marines, and the 4th Fleet." "Yes sir."

(OOC: 3rd marines are 20,000 strong, and the first fleet has over a hundred ships. I'll get exact figures in a little bit.

4th fleet
1x Thunder Hound class Superdreadnought
4x Harbinger Class Carrier
20x Hunter Class Submarine
8x Selom class battleship
96x Dragon Class Destroyer
52x Storm Class Guided Missile Cruiser

182 ships)

Map of Gallia

http://img519.imageshack.us/img519/1471/galliagn7.png

Toopoxican Naval Task Force, Just Outside Gallian Waters

"Admiral!" The young ensign shouted, she had been scanning the uplink from the recently redirected Spy Satellite looking for a potential enemy invasion, it seemed like she had found it, "There appears to be a rather large Naval Taskforce headed towards Gallia!" There was a look of quiet desperation on the bridge officers.
IndentThe Admiral grabbed the Fleet PA Sytstem and began to relay orders, "All hands to prepare for armed conflict!" He bellowed, he placed the PA system down at his side and walked over to take the communications radio, "Ensign, all frequencies!" He ordered, the ensign nodded and flicked at some switches, "Unidentified Fleet, state your business or you will be fired upon!" The Admiral bellowed again, the fleets mission would have to be slightly diverted.



The Wanderjarian Admiral merely smiled at the request. Turning to his Tactical Officer, he stated simply, "I believe you know the response to give them, leftenant."

"Indeed I do mein herr," The Wanderjarian Naval Officer replied, then turning on his microphone to the rest of the Wanderjarian fleet, he stated, "All units, open immediate fire!" With that, Lord Class Destroyers immediately began firing Tomahawk Cruise missiles at the enemy ships, as well as having the battleships and the single Hood Class ship among them open fire with main guns. Su-47 Berkut aircraft, reconfigured for Carrier operation, took off from the Aircraft Carrier and proceeded to launch ATS missiles at enemy ships. Submarines on the outskirts of the battlegroup had already begun to target enemy key vessels and deployed salvo after salvo of torpedo fire. The numerous Kirov Class Battlecruisers unleashed their own salvo of Torpedoes as well, and proceeded to fire an impressive array of missiles and main gun fire on their own.

The enemy would be destroyed there and then.


OOC: My fleets consist of:


1x Hood Class Ship
25x Новый Социализм (New Socialism) Class Battleship
45x Kirov Class Battlecruisers
20x Lord Class Destroyers
25x Cartagena Class SSNs
2x Argentine Class Galleon Super Dreadnought Killers
4x Nimitz Class CVs

War Office Briefing Room Underground Bunker Complex, Palace of the Revolution; Tailville DR, Wagdog
"You're serious Mario?" General Secretary Charles Lind felt he had to curb his building enthusiasm. Not only was the country well into mobilization for possible action against the Doomani should Generia come under attack, but it was also just getting what looked like a moment's rest from the various Londinian crises lately. One had to work with priorities rather than fantasies at this juncture. "You're saying that it looks like our Wanderjarian allies are moving against at least Toopoxica, possibly more?"

The dapper vampire who served as Wagdog's Defense Secretary shrugged. "The data is there, both from GUSN channels and our own OBSAT sweeps. I've already ordered our local coverage doubled, but I doubt it'll change. Toopoxica is facing a massive Socialist uprising in Gallia, and helping them would be an excellent way to prove our commitment to GUSN obligations after a long time of relative quiescence but for the Londinian fracas lately." There he had a point. UFAN had been taking primacy lately, and had to since Wagdog was co-founder with Vetaka; but that was no excuse to leave GUSN in the lurch. "Given our improved regional relations and the better Londinian situation for now, we can stand to send a fair force out to aid the New Prussian Empire in this methinks."

Charles smiled; a deadly, wicked smile born of years' worth in simmering vengeance. He remembered how the Red Mafia had most likely been responsible for the failure of the First Theeb Conference that had tackled the slavery issues that the so-called 'Almighty' Strator's emergence onto the world stage had raised yet again, and was neither inclined to forget nor forgive. And he certainly remembered how their chosen method of sabotage had been to goad the then-rightist government in Londim towards war with Vetaka, endangering both a nation even then considered a friend and also Charles' wife and deputy Christine Friedrich as well. Here too, he was equally inclined to neither forget nor forgive.

"Very well. Raise our air defenses as appropriate, and increase OBSAT coverage as needed. Prepare ground forces for deployment as needed once theater naval and air power is in friendly hands, but above all let's maintain a regional reserve so we don't eliminate our flexibility yet." He was actually ready for this fight, it seemed. Perhaps because, unlike many fights recently, he didn't need to watch his back half so much as before.

"As wished, Comrade." Mario soon went elsewhere in the underground command center. Off to plan the relevant orders with the higher level staffs, and thence for those staffs to actually order them in turn. In short: it was on.

The North Lazarene Sea, One-Thousand Nautical Miles East of Vetakan Maritime Claims...
Full assembly would take some hours, but soon it would be done and then the three Fleets sailing would head for their respective destinations. Fourteenth Fleet was off to the main theater: Gallia, there to join the New Prussian forces and also any other GUSN allies that might show. Thirteenth Fleet was off to the New Prussian Empire itself, to patrol the waters between Calizorinstan and Kampfers and guard against any Corporate Alliance raids or invasion this early in the game. And Eleventh Fleet (Twelfth being in Generia as one of four Fleets deployed for possible action against Doomingsland) was earmarked for the Greater Honakon region, off to defend Wagdog's often-quiet Hoen ally just in case they should face attack from their theoretical 'allies' in the Corporate Alliance for whatever reason. Due to the obvious suspicions capable of being raised, all parties were to be notified of these deployments as was only proper; especially in Honako's case given the ambiguities there.

The messages thus flew as soon as required. Before long, a war that might be Wagdog's finest yet would be raging. Not merely one for a political cause; but also a very personal one in the minds of the highest Wagdian leadership. The CA had insulted Wagdog gravely when it sabotaged that conference, indeed. And for Honor so slighted, there would be satisfaction extracted from teh enemy soon enough...

SIC
OBSAT SECURE BATTLEFIELD COMMUNICATION
FROM: USSW WAR OFFICE
TO: WANDERJARIAN, KAMPFERIAN, CALIZORINSTANI, OTHER RELEVANT NPE HIGH COMMANDS.

WE ARE MOVING TO ASSIST IN YOUR CAMPAIGN, AS PER OBLIGATION AND DESIRE. STOP.
ALSO MOVING WITH A FLEET TO DEFEND NPE MEMBERS CALIZORINSTAN AND KAMPFERS AGAINST POSSIBLE EARLY CA RETALIATION IF THREAT IS DEEMED SUFFICIENTLY GRAVE; IS IT SO? STOP.
ALSO, IF DESIRED OR NECESSARY, IS PERMISSION TO CONDUCT SUCH A DEFENSE GRANTED? STOP.
IF NOT, CAPABILITY TO TRANSITION TO OFFENSIVE DUTIES IN A TIMELY MANNER WILL BE MAINTAINED WITHOUT UNDUE HINDRANCE TO COORDINATION. STOP.
WE'VE RECEIVED THE INVITE; SAVE SOME OF THE PARTY FOR US, GUYS! FULL STOP.

OBSAT SECURE BATTLEFIELD COMMUNICATION
FROM: USSW WAR OFFICE
TO: HIGH COMMISIONER BOULA PARKINS, HONAKO

DO NOT FEAR REGARDING THE FLEET APPROACHING THE GREATER HONAKON REGION; SHOULD YOU DESIRE SUCH, WE COME TO PROTECT YOU AGAINST POSSIBLE CORPORATE ALLIANCE RETALIATION IN REGARDS TO NEUTRALITY IN THIS CAMPAIGN. STOP.
IS SUCH DEFENSIVE ASSISTANCE REQUIRED? STOP.
IF NOT, WE CAN BE ELSEWHERE; NO NEED TO IMPOSE. STOP.
WE SHALL REMAIN OUTSIDE HONAKON REGIONAL WATERS UNTIL WORD IS GIVEN, EITHER CONFIRMATION OR DENIAL. FULL STOP.

OOC: Probably my only for a bit since I really can't post anywhere near as much tonight as I thought, pwnt for energy as I am for whatever reason. But still enough to get in gear, as is only sporting. Anyway, forces deploying for now are as follows...

Three USSW-Pattern Fleets (11th, 13th, 14th), each mustering:
~180,000 Personnel
5 Tri Svyatitelya Supercarriers (CVBN) (Totalling 2500 FA-15E Cardinals, 500 FA-16A Priests, 150 UH-45 Sky Lord, 300 NH-45 Sea Lord)
5 Peter the Great Heavy Battleships (BBBN) (5 NH-45 Sea Lord)
25 Yekaterina Large Cruisers (CBN) (25 NH-45 Sea Lord)
100 Danechka II Destroyers (DDN) (100 NH-45 Sea Lord)
25 Vladimir Submarines (SSN)
5 Bear Assault Ships (LHAN) (1000 Ki-1TVK, 150 SH-35 Sea Bird; 6000 Marine Commandos under one Marine Raider Brigade HQ)
5 The People's Class UNREP Ships (AOEN) (20 UH-45 Sky Lord)
5 Vol'nitsa Hospital Ships (AHN) (20 UH-45 Sky Lord)
5 The People's Class AU1 Cargo Ships (AKRN)
1 Marine Division (12,000 Personnel, vehicles TBA when landing...)
Total Ships: 180; Total Landing Forces: 18,000 plus equipment TBA and more follow-ons available for airlift or rendezvous with the fleet on redeployment.

Do note that all these ships have some modifications from their default stats when in my service, which for all our convenience's sake I'll just RP out and provide post links for detailing them if needed. So far I'm sending only one of these fleets to each region; as much a probe of the situation, if anything, before I commit too heavily in any one place. Arrival on-scene will of course come later in each case...

"Sir, Missiles incoming!" The ensign cried, the bridge had become a frantic whir of activity as the Wanderjarrians opened fire, "Torpedo salvo's on our flank!" Another cried out as the Admiral calmed the situation.
Indent"M-THEL's and CIWS at the ready, arm the DEW's and P-500's, give them hell!!!" The Admiral called out in response to the missile attack, the ships had began to redeploy, spreading themselves thin to prevent weapoins crossfire, they each rang out firing down enemy missiles as they came, but alas not all could be covered and some smashed into the thick hulls of the Toopoxican fleet sinking a handful of the far smaller and less powerful Frigates, then came the return attack, Cruise missiles poured from the salvos of the fleet and the larger ships began to bombard the enemy electronics with their advanced Directed Energy Weapons.
IndentThe Admiral gave himself a moment to recompose himself before turning his attention towards the enemy subs, "Ensign, order our Submarines to engage and have Depth Charges dropped,..." He was halfway through his orders when the first salvo began to pierce the THEL barrier, "Launch the P-22 Squadron immediatly!!!" He gave the order just as he was knocked to his arse, the P-22's began short lift off from the carrier and flew to engage the hostiles.

"Sir, Missiles incoming!" The ensign cried, the bridge had become a frantic whir of activity as the Wanderjarrians opened fire, "Torpedo salvo's on our flank!" Another cried out as the Admiral calmed the situation.
Indent"M-THEL's and CIWS at the ready, arm the DEW's and P-500's, give them hell!!!" The Admiral called out in response to the missile attack, the ships had began to redeploy, spreading themselves thin to prevent weapoins crossfire, they each rang out firing down enemy missiles as they came, but alas not all could be covered and some smashed into the thick hulls of the Toopoxican fleet sinking a handful of the far smaller and less powerful Frigates, then came the return attack, Cruise missiles poured from the salvos of the fleet and the larger ships began to bombard the enemy electronics with their advanced Directed Energy Weapons.
IndentThe Admiral gave himself a moment to recompose himself before turning his attention towards the enemy subs, "Ensign, order our Submarines to engage and have Depth Charges dropped,..." He was halfway through his orders when the first salvo began to pierce the THEL barrier, "Launch the P-22 Squadron immediatly!!!" He gave the order just as he was knocked to his arse, the P-22's began short lift off from the carrier and flew to engage the hostiles.



Wanderjarian Fighter craft immediately targeted the P-22s as they feebly attempted to take to the skies, something which the hundreds of fighters could and would not allow to happen. Once the enemy ASW equipment was handled, they would immediately proceed to launch ordiance against the enemy ships again with their Air-To-Surface missiles.

The Wanderjarian Hood Class ship, which had yet to be named, fired its massive amounts of guns and other weaponry at the enemy fleet. A blanket of CIWS as well as anti-missile ordinance fire from it, as well as the other ships, gave a stoic and total protection against enemy missiles, but while the missile exchange occured, Wanderjarian main-guns were counted upon to win the day. Blow after blow, pounding after pounding guns of sizes covering the entire spectrum of Naval warfare hurled shells at the enemy.

Meanwhile, beneath the waves the SSNs continued their torpedo firing, all the while waiting for an enemy response in which they would counter immediately and effectively.

This battle had already been won. Wanderjarians did not lose. The Kriegsmarine did not lose. It was only a matter of time before superior Prussian strength won out. Only a short, matter of time.

War Office Briefing Room Underground Bunker Complex, Palace of the Revolution; Tailville DR, Wagdog
"You're serious Mario?" General Secretary Charles Lind felt he had to curb his building enthusiasm. Not only was the country well into mobilization for possible action against the Doomani should Generia come under attack, but it was also just getting what looked like a moment's rest from the various Londinian crises lately. One had to work with priorities rather than fantasies at this juncture. "You're saying that it looks like our Wanderjarian allies are moving against at least Toopoxica, possibly more?"

The dapper vampire who served as Wagdog's Defense Secretary shrugged. "The data is there, both from GUSN channels and our own OBSAT sweeps. I've already ordered our local coverage doubled, but I doubt it'll change. Toopoxica is facing a massive Socialist uprising in Gallia, and helping them would be an excellent way to prove our commitment to GUSN obligations after a long time of relative quiescence but for the Londinian fracas lately." There he had a point. UFAN had been taking primacy lately, and had to since Wagdog was co-founder with Vetaka; but that was no excuse to leave GUSN in the lurch. "Given our improved regional relations and the better Londinian situation for now, we can stand to send a fair force out to aid the New Prussian Empire in this methinks."

Charles smiled; a deadly, wicked smile born of years' worth in simmering vengeance. He remembered how the Red Mafia had most likely been responsible for the failure of the First Theeb Conference that had tackled the slavery issues that the so-called 'Almighty' Strator's emergence onto the world stage had raised yet again, and was neither inclined to forget nor forgive. And he certainly remembered how their chosen method of sabotage had been to goad the then-rightist government in Londim towards war with Vetaka, endangering both a nation even then considered a friend and also Charles' wife and deputy Christine Friedrich as well. Here too, he was equally inclined to neither forget nor forgive.

"Very well. Raise our air defenses as appropriate, and increase OBSAT coverage as needed. Prepare ground forces for deployment as needed once theater naval and air power is in friendly hands, but above all let's maintain a regional reserve so we don't eliminate our flexibility yet." He was actually ready for this fight, it seemed. Perhaps because, unlike many fights recently, he didn't need to watch his back half so much as before.

"As wished, Comrade." Mario soon went elsewhere in the underground command center. Off to plan the relevant orders with the higher level staffs, and thence for those staffs to actually order them in turn. In short: it was on.

The North Lazarene Sea, One-Thousand Nautical Miles East of Vetakan Maritime Claims...
Full assembly would take some hours, but soon it would be done and then the three Fleets sailing would head for their respective destinations. Fourteenth Fleet was off to the main theater: Gallia, there to join the New Prussian forces and also any other GUSN allies that might show. Thirteenth Fleet was off to the New Prussian Empire itself, to patrol the waters between Calizorinstan and Kampfers and guard against any Corporate Alliance raids or invasion this early in the game. And Eleventh Fleet (Twelfth being in Generia as one of four Fleets deployed for possible action against Doomingsland) was earmarked for the Greater Honakon region, off to defend Wagdog's often-quiet Hoen ally just in case they should face attack from their theoretical 'allies' in the Corporate Alliance for whatever reason. Due to the obvious suspicions capable of being raised, all parties were to be notified of these deployments as was only proper; especially in Honako's case given the ambiguities there.

The messages thus flew as soon as required. Before long, a war that might be Wagdog's finest yet would be raging. Not merely one for a political cause; but also a very personal one in the minds of the highest Wagdian leadership. The CA had insulted Wagdog gravely when it sabotaged that conference, indeed. And for Honor so slighted, there would be satisfaction extracted from teh enemy soon enough...

SIC




OOC: Probably my only for a bit since I really can't post anywhere near as much tonight as I thought, pwnt for energy as I am for whatever reason. But still enough to get in gear, as is only sporting. Anyway, forces deploying for now are as follows...

Three USSW-Pattern Fleets (11th, 13th, 14th), each mustering:
~180,000 Personnel
5 Tri Svyatitelya Supercarriers (CVBN) (Totalling 2500 FA-15E Cardinals, 500 FA-16A Priests, 150 UH-45 Sky Lord, 300 NH-45 Sea Lord)
5 Peter the Great Heavy Battleships (BBBN) (5 NH-45 Sea Lord)
25 Yekaterina Large Cruisers (CBN) (25 NH-45 Sea Lord)
100 Danechka II Destroyers (DDN) (100 NH-45 Sea Lord)
25 Vladimir Submarines (SSN)
5 Bear Assault Ships (LHAN) (1000 Ki-1TVK, 150 SH-35 Sea Bird; 6000 Marine Commandos under one Marine Raider Brigade HQ)
5 The People's Class UNREP Ships (AOEN) (20 UH-45 Sky Lord)
5 Vol'nitsa Hospital Ships (AHN) (20 UH-45 Sky Lord)
5 The People's Class AU1 Cargo Ships (AKRN)
1 Marine Division (12,000 Personnel, vehicles TBA when landing...)
Total Ships: 180; Total Landing Forces: 18,000 plus equipment TBA and more follow-ons available for airlift or rendezvous with the fleet on redeployment.

Do note that all these ships have some modifications from their default stats when in my service, which for all our convenience's sake I'll just RP out and provide post links for detailing them if needed. So far I'm sending only one of these fleets to each region; as much a probe of the situation, if anything, before I commit too heavily in any one place. Arrival on-scene will of course come later in each case...

***REPLY MESSAGE TO WAGDOGIAN FORCES***

***###RELAYED FROM CENTRAL MILITARY DISTRICT COMMAND###***


This is quite agreeable. We're glad to have ya old friends. Get out there and give them hell!


~Emperor Baker of Wanderjar and of The New Prussian Empire

The Binarian LFeet was a few hundred kilometers away when the batte started.
On board the Mars
"Sir, we are getting reports that the Wanderjarian fleet has attacked the Toopoxian fleet! What are our orders?"
"Are the Toopoxians in range for a missile attack?" Answered Admiral Happer
"Barely, sir."
"Well then by god fire away."

From all across the fleet hurdreds of heavy antishipping missiles shot from their launchers and raced toward the Toopoxian fleet, targeting the outer edges of the enemy force.

There were several Griffincrest divisions in Toopoxia, along the Hydac border, serving as GRET soldiers, and defending Griffincrest oil fields, at the time that war broke out. On the Hydac/Toopoxican border alone there were two full divisions, and a third was scattered about the nation at the oil fields. Immediately, they were pulled from their posts and sent to a regional HQ.

Paradise City...

Meanwhile, in Paradise City, Claudius Griffincrest looked grimly at the reports on his desk. "The NPE? They want to be big shots....they are not big shots, they are nobodies.....do you hear me? NOBODIES! What are they thinking right now? We will crush them like the bigs they are, and turn this worthless alliance into a pack of strip mines!" he raged at the members who had gathered at the meeting. Finally, Jack Phoenixclaw spoke up.

"Sir, with all due respect, but we are in a tight spot. We have a huge portion of our forces in the CA operation in Yeltsmin, and most of our elite units are fighting here in Paradise City. I don't know if we are able to make another large scale deployment soon. It is my hope that the three divisions currently in country, along with possibly a fleet under Admiral Ironclaw can do some damage, as long as the Toopoxicans and other CA members are willing to put up a fight"

"Very well then Jack....deploy Ironclaw's fleet immediately" Claudius responded, clearly unhappy with what he had just heard.

Vik, Kamasha...

The First Fleet of the Griffincrest Security Forces was preparing to set sail. Thousands of mercenaries began to pile into their transport vessels and sailors and pilots ran about readying their craft for departure and officers made sure everything was in place for the war that was about to begin.

Admiral Ironclaw paced back and forth reviewing his plans over and over again in his head. The operation, to him, was going to be an easy one, provided that the Toopoxicans and the other CA guys were planning on linking up and helping his men out. He had too small a force and he knew it, but still, it was enough to do some serious damage to the fleets of this "New Prussian Empire". Ironclaw thought even less of this alliance than Claudius did. To him, they were a bunch of GASN wannabes who are under the impression that a cold war is existant between the CA and their own alliance, despite the fact that the CA was never aware of this. He would soon show these nations why the CA will always remain the dominant force here.

Hydac/Toopoxican Border....

Word had been given, and the two divisions began to move out, with orders to link up with the Toopoxican army and begin preparing the defenses. Only a token force was left on the border, as Hydac was no longer considered a threat, and plans were soon made to drive the enemy back into the sea.

Commander Maximus Shieldbearer was placed in command of the Griffincrest response here, and so it was all on him as to what to do next. His first order of business, open up communications with the local Toopoxican c/o.

Shakal City

"Mannstein we need to give our allies some help." Kristina said to the High Field Marshall over the computer screen.

"And if you dont mind me asking your highness-" Mannstein began.

"I needed to feed." She said quickly just before wiping the fresh blood off her otherwise perfect face.

"Yes maam." Mannstein said. "How much should I send maam?" He asked.

"Send the Smanatha of course, and whatever the general scope of the conflict demands." SHe said before shutting off the screen. Mannstein quickly made several calls and the Shakal fleet was reading to head out to sea.

OOC:Forgize the bad post, im tired right now.
Shakal Fleet
1x Hood Sized Vessel
2x Titan Class Supercarriers (360 Aircraft)
7x Nimitz Class Aircraft Carriers (490 Aircraft)
12x Redemption Class Cruisers
28x Fr-12 Frigates
80x DD-NM Destroyers

North of the enemy fleets

Moving in by air had to be one of the best parts of the job thought Captain Baker, of the Ekranoplane "Bust a nut!". He and his small fleet had been called upon to help stall an enemy advance. Their craft were quite small, and also quite experimental. A C-130 had not lifted off after a short and a RATO booster that was going to be used to slow them down during the hairy touchdown went off early and neatly cut a hole in the plane, the tarmac, and a buried sewage line.

Captain Baker hoped that his small group of 8 raiders could make a difference. He put on his goggles and stepped inside his craft. He flipped the switches and prepared for the drop. He always hated the drop. He could hear the light click on and glow green. He heard the suddenly swirling of wind around him as the C-130 opened its rear doors and the green light turned blue.

He pulled a red handle and the straps holding him in were released and he fell out the back, and as soon as he saw he had cleared the plane, he pushed a blue button, reminding him of the light on board the jet he so recently left. The rocket kicked in and threw him and his copilot up as far as their seatbelts took them, and then back down as they hit the water at a bone-crushing speed. He looked up and checked any of the alert lights. He could already see they were moving, his copilot had ensured that the engines were on. Captain Baker realized he forgot and was shocked, he couldn't believe his own incompetence. But that meant his copilot was far more forgiving and loyal that he could ever be. He pushed the intercom and asked if the saboteur divers were ok.

A few muffled curse words later, the divers said they were all nominal and that the mission was go. He flipped on his RADAR set and saw all 7 other Ekranoplanes had landed and were effecting. He was still rather far from the enemy fleet, and he checked the last Toopoxian telemetry data to see what fleet he was observing.

The readings said it was the Binarian Fleet, and another Toopoxian document read their estimated numbers. The 4 large carriers seemed like the perfect targets, he couldn't resist. He radioed in their firing solution, 2 boats were each going to take a carrier. Tactical evasive maneuvers, like in the worst simulations they could imagine. The highly trained men and women couldn't fail the first mission they were given, it would make the fledgling corps look bad.

They still had a few hours until sunlight, plenty of time to reach the Binarian fleet and scurry away to submarines, or even to a friendly port. His Ekranoplanes were small, only carrying a single Moskit on a launcher that would break off and fall off his boat. He knew he flew the ship's RADAR, designed to detect massive battlefields, not their tiny raiders, and he was invisible to SONAR, actually hovering just a few scant meters over the water.

He read over his orders, looked at the intelligence he had to pass the time before he was near enough to begin tactical operations. Again it was his trusty copilot who tapped the RADAR screen to show the Binarian fleet. He gripped the controls, got on the encrypted radio and told his men to get Frosty. Because their first war outside of a simulator was starting.

The dark night prevented them from actually seeing their targets. Only the glow of their RADAR said anything. But soon enough the shadows moving along the pre-dawn light were visible enough. The carriers in a thick picket of cruisers and destroyers. He tried to find a path through them, using his eyes to see. It would be hard. Especially at the 400kph his 'Nut' could skim.

He wondered how the Binarians were going to react to the sudden realization of what appeared to be aircraft moving at high speed toward their ships, hiding under RADAR cover, and above SONAR range.

Admiral Sulief saw the massive volley of gunfire erupting from the enemy fleet, the M-THEL's were all either busy or reloading, they couldn't possibly take out this volley too, the damage to the enemy fleet had been done and the Toopoxicans could no longer withstand this battle, "This Admiral Sulief, fall back to Korslev port, we'll hold them off!!!" He knew that it may have been a rather foolish suggestion to offer a hold off against an enemy who could easily defeat them but the fleet had a far greater potential to survive if they were closer to Korslev.
IndentThe fleet had began to turn and were making their way at full speed towards the homelands, Sulief regained his footing and began to order more volleys, the Wanderjarrians could at least be held for some time before breaking through, he watched as the M-THELS shot down as many of the enemy projectiles as they could, this battle had not yet been lost and the Wanderjarrians would regret stirring the Toopoxicans.

SIC:

Kampfers Stadt, Kampfers
In the Fuhrer's War Room

Fuhrer Richtoff switched off the report on the television in the War Room. "You see that? It is war." He clicked on his mouse, and the projector displayed a map of Gallia.

http://i174.photobucket.com/albums/w107/imdmill/toopswar.jpg

"Now, as I see it, we don't have many options. Our fleets are currently undergoing complete revamping, but we need to hep our allies. As such, I figure we send our subs out on one last mission. Our Allies have commited mainly surface forces, denoted by the Wag, Wan, and the B. This will be great after they destroy the first fleets, but who will defend them when they turn their guns to the shoreline? As such, this is our move. Our OBSAT feed is continually updating the locations of these fleets. Our allied forces outnumber them, but this could change with the arrival of another Corporate Alliance member. As such, our submarines will move in and conduct submarine warfare in this region. That should leave our allies to pound the shorelines. When they have secured a landing zone, our troops move in."

General Klischten nodded in approval. "Sounds good. Tell them subs to get ready."

The Harbors of the Base

At the harbors, submarines were preparing to move out. In total, there were 44 submarines moving out. They were DMG made, and it would be their last mission before they were replaced by the new Isslemere ships and submarines. Once they arrived around Gallia, they would begin firing at any Corporate Alliance ships, wether transporting weapons or being an actual warship.

The office of the Fuhrer

Fuhrer Richtoff had just walked back into his office when a message appeared on his computer. It was from the Wagdog Fleet. He tapped out a quick OBSAT response.

OBSAT SECURE BATTLEFIELD COMMUNICATION
FROM: KAMPFERIAN HIGH COMMAND
TO: ALL RELEVANT HIGH COMMANDS

MOVING IN SUBMARINES. STOP.
BEGGINNING UNRESTRICTED SUB WARFARE AGAINST ALL CA SHIPS. STOP.
REQUEST WAGDOG FLEET TO STAY AND GUARD HOMELANDS. STOP.
FULL LAND FORCE CAN BE SUPPLIED IF AIRBASE IS PROVIDED. STOP.
LETS KICK SOME CORPORATE BUTT. FULL STOP.

OOC:
Subs sent:
6x Derelict Class Submarine Carrier
8x Nautilus Class Submarine
16x Dolphin Class Submarine
18x Hunter Class Submarine

their 1st and last mission

Admiral Sulief saw the massive volley of gunfire erupting from the enemy fleet, the M-THEL's were all either busy or reloading, they couldn't possibly take out this volley too, the damage to the enemy fleet had been done and the Toopoxicans could no longer withstand this battle, "This Admiral Sulief, fall back to Korslev port, we'll hold them off!!!" He knew that it may have been a rather foolish suggestion to offer a hold off against an enemy who could easily defeat them but the fleet had a far greater potential to survive if they were closer to Korslev.
IndentThe fleet had began to turn and were making their way at full speed towards the homelands, Sulief regained his footing and began to order more volleys, the Wanderjarrians could at least be held for some time before breaking through, he watched as the M-THELS shot down as many of the enemy projectiles as they could, this battle had not yet been lost and the Wanderjarrians would regret stirring the Toopoxicans.

OOC:What about my missiles?

snip

Ensign Tom Kelburn was standing in one of Harbinger's gun sponsons, when he looked out and saw what looked like a rocket power jetski racing toward his ship. He ran to the intership com system, they were getting closer all the time. "Gun sponson nine to bridge, we have incoming targets incoming on the port side!" A burst of static later, "Bridge to gun sponson nine, We don't have anything on radar, or sonar. Can you confirm?" The Ensign yelled back, " Don't belive? How about you get down here and tell them that." The Craft were getting close.

The Fleet started to change course and head towards the Toopoxian fleet's rear flank, hoping to get behind them and trap them. The missile attack was kept up for two more salvos. " Cease fire. Save the missiles for later." Admiral Harper order. "Aye sir." The attack stoped.

Missile snip

(OOC: That's why my fleet is fleeing, I'm getting bombarded by so many missiles there is no reason for me to distinguish between whos they are)

(OOC: That's why my fleet is fleeing, I'm getting bombarded by so many missiles there is no reason for me to distinguish between whos they are)

OOC: ok.

OOC: Toops, can we get a sit-rep on your fleet?

OOC: Toops, can we get a sit-rep on your fleet?

(OOC: Do you mean an OoB? I'll make an OoB anyways

1x P20-Battleship
5x P19-Super Carrier
4x P74-Attack Submarine
10x P96-Frigates
2x P49- Transports)

(OOC: Do you mean an OoB? I'll make an OoB anyways

1x P20-Battleship
5x P19-Super Carrier
4x P74-Attack Submarine
10x P96-Frigates
2x P49- Transports)

OOC: Close enough. I really meant what ships were hit/sunk/on fire, etc.

SIC
War Office Briefing Room Underground Bunker Complex, Palace of the Revolution; Tailville DR, Wagdog
Perusing the OBSAT communique from Kampfers, General Secretary Lind and his assembled Joint Chiefs found the overall strategy agreeable. "Field Marshal Mecklenholtz, order an appropriate Army Group dispatched to Kampfers; as much as they can support. Grand Admiral Suthonang, order our fleet earmarked for the Kampfers/Calizorinstan area in now that we're welcome. All other preparations can proceed as current, agreed?"

The assembled military brass agreed. This had been decided, and with combat yet to be joined for Wagdian forces things had still gone according to plan. That plan was soon to be put into action. Grand Admiral Teran Suthonang piped up enthusiastically, his Bahasa accent adding flavor to the approval. "Just give the word, and we can distantly support the Binarians with our forces proceeding to Gallia while the fleet proper flanks north to cover any Wanderjarian landings or cut off the Toopoxican retreat." In short, barely a shot fired for the Wagdian fleet and already they were in a superb position.

General Secretary Lind didn't mince words. "Do it." And so it would be...

OBSAT SECURE BATTELFIELD COMMUNICATION
FROM: USSW WAR OFFICE
TO: KAMPFERIAN HIGH COMMAND

UNDERSTOOD; 13TH FLEET IS PROCEEDING TO THE WATERS BETWEEN YOUR NATION AND CALIZORINSTAN TO MOUNT PRESENCE AND DEFENSIVE OPERATIONS AS REQUESTED. STOP.
FIFTH ARMY GROUP (5TH ARMY & 5TH AIR FORCE) ARE ALSO DEPLOYING BY AIRLIFT TO REINFORCE KAMPFERIAN DEFENSES, ACTING IN COUNTER-LANIDING AND STRATEGIC-RESERVE ROLES. STOP.
PLANS FOR GALLIAN THEATER APPROVED, AND SUBS OF OUR OWN ARE MOVING TO ASSIST; REST ASSURED, *SSES SHALL INDEED BE KICKED THIS DAY. FULL STOP.

OBSAT SECURE BATTLEFIELD COMMUNICATION
FROM: USSW WAR OFFICE
TO: WANDERJARIAN HIGH COMMAND

14TH FLEET IS APPROACHING THE GALLIA THEATER FROM YOUR REAR; WILL BE WITHIN FIGHTER COMBAT RADIUS SOON, AND SUBS OF OUR OWN ARE SPLITTING OFF TO AID KAMPFERIANS IN THE AREA. STOP.
MOVING TO ASSIST BINARIANS AND PURSUE TOOPOXICAN FLEET UNTIL THEY ARE BEYOND RANGE; THEN, TO COVER ANY LANDING BY YOUR FORCES IN THE VILLINI/SLOMSK AREAS OR SUCH. STOP.
OTHER PLANS ARE DOABLE AS REQUIRED. FULL STOP.

IC
~650nm From Gallian Coast...
As Fourteenth Fleet sailed into range of the Toopoxican forces, expected to have already been damaged by the other allied attacks, showtime was on. "I almost feel sorry for those guys..." thought Admiral Michael Vers as the first aircraft of what would be a two-thousand strong FA-15E Cardinal MiGCAP fighter sweep mounted by the Fleet between the Toopoxican force and the Gallian mainland.

The goal was simple: Total air supremacy over the Gallian theater, while still maintaining five-hundred each of Cardinals and Priests across the fleet's five supercarriers as a reserve for either fleet defense, antiship strikes, or else simply to accommodate a reasonable operations tempo even while surged like this. The aircraft would simply take up station outside SAM range, and then dare the CA pilots to come up after them in the teeth of long-range missile fire and reinforcements ready to launch from the carriers at a moment's notice while spent fighters recovered for home; all backed by AWACS support from the NH-45 Sea Lord multirole naval helicopters patrolling the area. "No need for an alpha strike quite yet, although close to such will indeed help." Once the fleet was closer to range, then such a strike could be mounted with confidence.

For now, the fleet simply closed in as the fighters took to the skies, their AAM payloads live and ready to down any CA fighters daring to challenge the GUSN/NPE forces. And beneath all this, the twenty-five Vladimir class submarines were contributing as well by launching six Kh-555 cruise missiles each in mixed penetrator, submunition and high-explosive loads. Once launch was complete, the tubes would be reloaded for torpedoes or antiship missiles as appropriate and the real hunting could begin; prioritizing enemy escorts so as to prepare the ground for a mass strike against surviving enemy capital ships once the fleet as a whole was within range. Soon, the fight would indeed be on...

OOC: OK, since I'm still a bit out of range methinks for major antiship fighting, I'm prioritizing air supremacy ops. Hence Toops, airfields in the Villini/Slomsk area are being pounded by 150 total Kh-555 'Kent-C' cruise missiles which are essentially a conventional version of the Soviet Kh-55 Tomahawk rival. Fifty are conventional high-explosive warheads, aiming for fuel dumps or ammo revetments; fifty more are submunition versions, targeting aircraft flightlines and also mining runways; and the last fifty are penetrators targeting hardened command bunkers. Hangars and such are being left alone for use when captured, although mining the runways will mean some engineering work will need to be done before using them of course.

Army/Air Forces Heading to Kampfers...
Standard USSW Army Group Brief TO&E
Field Army
195,000 Personnel
3500 MBT-30 MBTs, 1500 T-17B Light Tanks, 1000 UT-7A CEVs
7250 BKCh-1 APCs, 1500 BKCh-T CFVs
750 BKCh-SU Assault Guns, 150 2A18M Towed Guns
720 2S7A Gigant' Groma SP Guns, 450 9K58 Smerch MLRS, 450 SS-C-4 Slingshot GLCM, 450 SS-23 Spider SRBM
2250 S-400 SAMs, 750 TS-M1 SPAA
12000 DOZOR-B Light, 3000 Ural-4320 Medium and 5250 MAZ-543M Heavy Trucks
Air Force
165,000 Personnel
250 FA-16B Air Superiority Fighters
250 FA-15D Multirole Fighters
100 B-22 Zeus Strategic Bombers
100 An-72 Coaler Light, 50 Il-76MF Candid Medium, 50 An-124 Condor Heavy, 50 An-225 Cossack Superheavy Cargo Aircraft
50 AH-35 War Bird, Attack, 150 Ki-1T Utility, 50 Mi-26 Halo Cargo Helicopters
1250 Ki-1TVK Assault Helicopters
100 A-50M AWACS
100 Il-78M Tankers
100 Il-76PP Jammers
375 BKCh-1 APCs
7500 DOZOR-B Light, 3750 Ural-4320 Medium and 750 MAZ-543M Heavy Trucks
Total: 360,000 Personnel with Assets Indicated.

Fourteenth Fleet, as inbound to Gallia, follows the OOB given previously; as also do the separate fleets heading to NPE regional waters and still holding outside Honakon regional waters, respectively.

OBSAT SECURE BATTLEFIELD COMMUNICATION
FROM: ADMIRAL HARPER
TO: WAGDIAN FLEET COMMANDER

WE ARE MOVING TO FLANK THE ENEMY. STOP.
REQUEST YOU MAKE BEST SPEED TO OUR POSTION. STOP.
WE WILL BE AHEAD OF THEM. STOP.
YOU SECURE THEIR REAR FLANK. STOP.
FULL STOP.

The 4 carriers began launching their planes. soon, over seven hundred planes started to circle the fleet before moving at low alittude towards the Toopoxian Fleet. Every plane had a half dozen missiles on their hardpoints, all with HEAT warheads. As they got with in range, the fired their missiles which streaked toward the enemy ships, aiming for the waterline.

"This is Rear Admiral Davis, I am taking to my subs on a direct intercept course with the Toopoxian forces. I will try and cripple key forces.

The 6th Battle Fleet was stationed near where the Wagdogian fleet would be to help them keep at bay any retaliations, they consisted of the following, air force units included:

1 x George Washington class supercarrier:
12 x F-4JX (modifed F-4J's, with PW1200, AESA Radar, and AIM-120 AMRAAM misiles), Super Phantoms
5 x Yak-141 Freestyle VTOL fighters
10 x F-14D Super Tomcat (HMCS/AESA Radar, and new computers)
12 x A-6SJ Intruders
25 x F-9FN (Two seater naval version of the Calizorinstani made ARDC F-9 Barracuda)
15 x UH-60 Seahawk helicopters
8 AV-8B Harriers

4 x Peter the Great class battleships

10 Sacremento class destroyers (Captured Lerasian destroyers)

45 Shiloh class Guided Missile Cruisers

12 Typhoon class submarines

24 Tanker/Oiler supply ships


Air Force Units:

163rd Fighter Squadron:

24 x Mig 1.42 Flatpack fighteres/ AIM-120 AMRAAM, AESA/HMCS

144th Fighter Interceptor Group:
15 x F-4D Phantom II fighters/AESA Radar/ and 1 podded 20m vulcan, and various AIM series misiles

101st Bomber Squadron:

21 x B-70 Valkyrie bombers /50 Small Diameter Boms


156th Attack/Bombing Squadron

9 B-58EX "SuperHustler"/ Nighthawk missile/ 20mm cannon

The 4 carriers began launching their planes. soon, over seven hundred planes started to circle the fleet before moving at low alittude towards the Toopoxian Fleet. Every plane had a half dozen missiles on their hardpoints, all with HEAT warheads. As they got with in range, the fired their missiles which streaked toward the enemy ships, aiming for the waterline.

"This is Rear Admiral Davis, I am taking to my subs on a direct intercept course with the Toopoxian forces. I will try and cripple key forces.
OOC: Glad I checked; quickie to get in position, but then I must be off a while it seems thanks to some storms...:headbang:
IC
Although a bit surprised at such a swift request compared to what he'd expected the Binarians would be able to make, it was reasonable all the same. "Well, they need our help, now don't they..." And besides, it actually fit in with his plan, if only just when speaking in terms of the aircraft ranges involved. Admiral Vers issued the appropriate orders, and 14th Fleet swung around to the desired heading; while the remaining Cardinals also launched on a southerly bearing to enact the same barrier patrols as their northbound brethren, who would land in time and then set up the rotations needed to keep a constant strength available in the air or else provide surge-reserves should one direction require an aerial push. Fourteenth Fleet wouldn't be in missile range of the enemy yet for some moments, but when it was they would be ready...

SIC
OBSAT SECURE BATTELFIELD COMMUNICATION
FROM: WAGDIAN 14TH FLEET
TO: BINARIAN FLEET

UNDERSTOOD; ARE MOVING TO FALL UPON ENEMY NORTHERN FLANK, FIRST AT HALFWAY POINT BETWEEN COAST AND THEIR POSITION. STOP.
WE'LL GRADUALLY CLOSE ON YOUR POSITION AS YOU DRIVE THEM NORTH, SHIFTING MORE OF OUR FIGHTER ASSETS SOUTHWARD TO MAINTAIN FLEET AIR COVER AS REQUIRED. STOP.
MISSILE ATTACK WILL COMMENCE ONCE WE ARE IN RANGE; FOR NOW, AIR SUPERIORITY IS OUR PRIORITY MISSION. STOP.
THANKS FOR THE QUICK NOTICE, WE WERE WONDERING HOW LONG WE'D BE STUCK COVERING SUB STRIKES ALONE. FULL STOP.

...ENCRYPTION CODE 17.24AF...
CONFIRMED.
SECRET ENCRYPTED TRANSMISSION
FROM: VISA HIGH COMMAND
TO: CORPORATE ALLIANCE ALLIES
RE: ORDER OF BATTLE

BEGIN TRANSMISSION

It is so unnerving for us to see an ally outmatched. In the hope of rectifying that, we are covertly sending three carrier battlegroups to your area with a grand total of thirty-six ships, around 4000 planes and some 5000 Marines. They are being sent to the northeast coast of Gallia, where, as intelligence indicates, there are no enemy fleets.

We will be conducting covert operations from that position, namely launching cruise missiles at enemy ships. Our AWACS planes can provide detailed intelligence about the enemy and we have a few YF-12s that we'd like to use in order to quickly drop some torpedoes.

The Order of Battle is as follows:
3 Nimitz-class Aircraft Carriers
3 Wasp-class Amphibious Assault Ships
4 Type 212 Attack Subs
5 Alfa-class Attack Subs
6 Zumwalt-class Guided Missile Destroyers
9 CG(X) Guided Missile Cruisers
3 Perry-class Frigates
3 Milgem-class Corvettes

**********

Somewhere near North-East Gallia

The Admiral of the "VISA Gallian Naval Force", as it was being called, sat in a chair on the bridge of the VMS Leicester, the flagship aircraft carrier of the fleet.

"What's our status?" he asked, not bothering to look at the giant display in front of him that would have provided him any information he needed.

"We're roughly 200 knots from the coast, sir." An officer responded.

"Ah, good. Can we launch the Recon PicoSat?"

"Yes, sir, it's awaiting launch on the VMS Razor Wind, but the conditions are poor for launch. Wind's out of the Southwest at some 15 knots."

"Can the Arkbird still make it?"

"It's possible, but only if it has the RATO boosters. Flying into the wind with the engines, fuel required and the payload would almost guarantee that it wouldn't takeoff."

"RATO boosters are available, yes?"

"Um, yes."

The Admiral sighed. He wanted eyes, but he didn't want to lose one of the country's only spaceplanes.

"Put the bird in the sky."

Flight deck of the VMS Razor Wind

A strange-looking (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/4/47/SpaceShipOne_WhiteKnight.jpg) plane was sitting on the flight deck, being fueled. A few moments later, several persons dressed in maintenece oufits walked up to the plane, towing two boosters on a wagon behind them. They quickly attached the two boosters as the pilot of the craft entered the cockpit. A man was carrying something that was covered by a towel. he pulled the towel off, revealing a three foot cube with ion boosters. He loaded the cube into the rear cargo bay of the plane.

Roughly fifteen minutes later, in harsh wind and rain, the plane sat on the takeoff runway. The blast shield was raised.

A voice came over the plane's radio from the control bridge.

"Arkbird, this is Razor Wind control. You are cleared for takeoff. Upon reaching 500 km altitude, release package at point Delta and activate. Return to Star Base after mission completed."

The pilot acknowledged, and pushed the turbojets to full afterburner. The plane sped forward, propelled by the combined force of the engines and the catapult. Just as the plane was reaching the end of the runway, the pilot activated the rocket boosters, which lifted the plane skyward.

After about twenty minutes, the plane reached the intended altitude. The pilot pressed the payload ejection button and the cube sailed out of the cargo bay. As he descended slightly, the pilot activated the cube, which began to unfold an antenna, as well as small solar panels. The ion boosters in the cube fired, manipulating it until it could see down to earth.

Bridge of the VMS Leicester

"Well?" the admiral asked.

"Recon PicoSat is operational, sir. We're receiving the activation signal now."

Several lines of text appeared on the large screen in front of the admiral.

"What's all this mean?"

"It's running diagnostics. It just finished."

"Tell it to take a picture of the enemy fleets."

The officer typed something and hit enter, sending the signal to the satellite.

The satellite fired its boosters and positioned itself above the enemy fleet. Five hundred kilometers above. It was far too small for anyone to see.

The camera on the satellite zoomed in by a factor of 100 and snapped a picture, sending it back to the ship.

The Admiral watched as an image formed itself on the screen.

"Ah, success."

Toopoxican Military Command, Volitaia

Raexe sat down besides the Lord Admiral, he opened the dossier and sighed, "So what exactly have I been brought here for?" The consul asked, his question was greeted by some dire looks from the high ranked generals, Raexe looked again at the recently printed out spy satellite feed, it displayed the Toopoxican fleet pulling back leaving behind the PNS Baan, another picture showing a missile strike headed towards Villini and Slomsk and another final picture showing several other fleets headed in different directions.
Indent"Basically Sir..." Lord Admiral Ezre opened up, "We're getting pounded, several NPE members have pledged support to the Gallian communists and our allies seem to be tied up in other parts of the globe." There was a mutter of agreeance around the room.
Indent"So you need more ships?" Raexe asked.
Indent"I'm afraid it's not that simple, we do need more ships dispatched to Gallia, we have already moved to mobilise another half of the fleet and have them deploy in Gallia, but the reason behind this meeting is we need to resort to less orthodox methods..." Raexe hanged on every word, he was still quite confused before suddenly realising the possible hint, he flicked to the back of the folder and his face dropped.
Indent"CK Gas..." Raexe smiled visciously, CK gas had been a marvellous discovery, it was perfect for anti-naval warfare, "My Lords, you have permission to deploy CK gas whenever ready."

Villini Airfield, Villini

"LAUNCH, LAUNCH, LAUNCH!!!" The Airfield Commander shouted as several P-22's flew past him, "Jesus Christ, have you got the THEL Towers operational yet!?" He shouted at the young officer who nodded before running towards a P-22, "INCOMING!!!" The Commander shouted, he ran behind cover as the CIWS and THEL stations opened fire on the missile barrage, amidst all the confusion P-22's still kept hurling themselves into the sky.
IndentThe Missiles which made it through the intense horizon of blue and gold smashed into the airfield knocking its way through the P-22's and hangers and erupting the area in flame, the Commander stood up amidst the maelstrom "C'mon you wankers!!!" He shouted above the roar of flame.

Ironclaw's first fleet was now within Khan range of the NPE forces, and he decided it best to hail them over the radio before he hailed them with missiles.

"This is Admiral Lucius Ironclaw of the Corporate Alliance Relief Force. I am representing the Griffincrest Naval Security Forces in the region. You have twenty minutes to respond, and stand down from any further actions against Toopoxia or her allies. Failure to comply will result in a declaration of war against the Griffincrest Corporation, as well as all members of the Corporate Alliance. I would advise that you think this through and stand down before further measures must be taken"

As the message was being sent, several of the ships in the fleet prepared their Khan class missiles, purchased from their friends at Kriegzimmer. At 800 kilometers from the Prussian fleet, they were well within range of the Khans, and at the same time more likely than not out of range of anything short of bombers from the enemy fleet.

Currently, the main threat to the Griffincrest forces was the Binarian fleet. Their four carriers posed a direct threat to both the naval assets as well as ground assets of the Corporate forces. They would need to be dealt with first. The rest, it was on a come and go basis.

Meanwhile, the Corporate Alliance planned its retaliation. It was only a matter of time before one of the Prussian nations felt the CA hammer, and then, the Prussian forces would know why the CA was feared.

SIC:
OBSAT SECURE BATTLEFIELD COMMUNICATION
FROM: ADMIRAL HARPER
TO: WAGDIAN 14TH FLEET


WE SHALL DRIVE THEM STRAIGHT INTO YOU GUN MUZZLES. STOP
OUR SUBS ARE MOVING INTO AN ATTACK POSTION ON THE TOOPOXIAN FLEET. STOP
REQUEST: COMBINE AIR STRIKES TO DISABLE OUR ENEMY'S STEERING AND PROPULSION. STOP

The subs under Admiral Davis had closed to attack range. " Captian, open a secure channel to all of our subs."

"Done sir."

"Captians, move your subs to were you can get a shot at the enemy super carriers. The launch keel breack torpedoes. If you can't get a shot at the carriers, then pick a target you can hit. Davis out."

The subs scattered into a upside down 'V' formation near the enemy fleet. 12 subs were able to target the carriers, but the rest were not able to get clean line ofs fire. 3 targeted the Battleship, 3 aimed for friagtes and the last 2 were shooting for the transports.

"Sir, all ships report targets locked, and are requesting permission to fire Admiral."

"On my order blow them hell."

The subs opened fire and dozens of torpedoes raced toward their intended targets.

Ironclaw's first fleet was now within Khan range of the NPE forces, and he decided it best to hail them over the radio before he hailed them with missiles.

"This is Admiral Lucius Ironclaw of the Corporate Alliance Relief Force. I am representing the Griffincrest Naval Security Forces in the region. You have twenty minutes to respond, and stand down from any further actions against Toopoxia or her allies. Failure to comply will result in a declaration of war against the Griffincrest Corporation, as well as all members of the Corporate Alliance. I would advise that you think this through and stand down before further measures must be taken"

As the message was being sent, several of the ships in the fleet prepared their Khan class missiles, purchased from their friends at Kriegzimmer. At 800 kilometers from the Prussian fleet, they were well within range of the Khans, and at the same time more likely than not out of range of anything short of bombers from the enemy fleet.

Currently, the main threat to the Griffincrest forces was the Binarian fleet. Their four carriers posed a direct threat to both the naval assets as well as ground assets of the Corporate forces. They would need to be dealt with first. The rest, it was on a come and go basis.

Meanwhile, the Corporate Alliance planned its retaliation. It was only a matter of time before one of the Prussian nations felt the CA hammer, and then, the Prussian forces would know why the CA was feared.

OOC: Whats your OoB?

"This is Admiral Lucius Ironclaw of the Corporate Alliance Relief Force. I am representing the Griffincrest Naval Security Forces in the region. You have twenty minutes to respond, and stand down from any further actions against Toopoxia or her allies. Failure to comply will result in a declaration of war against the Griffincrest Corporation, as well as all members of the Corporate Alliance. I would advise that you think this through and stand down before further measures must be taken"

"Admiral, we have recived a hail from a Admiral Ironclaw from Griffincrest Naval Security Forces. How should respond? They are out of range of most of our weapons and aircraft."

"Get me an open channel to this Ironclaw."

"Done."

"Admiral Ironclaw, we are aiding freedom fighters in the area, so with all due respect you can fuck yourself. I suggest you leave before you get hurt. End transmission. Captian, have our subs track them and put a CAP between us and them."

"Orders relayed Admiral."

Ironclaw's first fleet was now within Khan range of the NPE forces, and he decided it best to hail them over the radio before he hailed them with missiles.

"This is Admiral Lucius Ironclaw of the Corporate Alliance Relief Force. I am representing the Griffincrest Naval Security Forces in the region. You have twenty minutes to respond, and stand down from any further actions against Toopoxia or her allies. Failure to comply will result in a declaration of war against the Griffincrest Corporation, as well as all members of the Corporate Alliance. I would advise that you think this through and stand down before further measures must be taken"

As the message was being sent, several of the ships in the fleet prepared their Khan class missiles, purchased from their friends at Kriegzimmer. At 800 kilometers from the Prussian fleet, they were well within range of the Khans, and at the same time more likely than not out of range of anything short of bombers from the enemy fleet.

Currently, the main threat to the Griffincrest forces was the Binarian fleet. Their four carriers posed a direct threat to both the naval assets as well as ground assets of the Corporate forces. They would need to be dealt with first. The rest, it was on a come and go basis.

Meanwhile, the Corporate Alliance planned its retaliation. It was only a matter of time before one of the Prussian nations felt the CA hammer, and then, the Prussian forces would know why the CA was feared.

"Do you really believe, for a moment, that a Prussian would even acknowlege a request for surrender by a Griffincrest Lacky? Especially since they have yet to prove themselves even worthy to fight the Kriegsmarine?" The Admiral responded. "Face it. You all have yet to win any sort of victory against Wanderjarian forces. Period. You stand down or face annihilation."

VISA Gallian Naval Force

The Admiral watched the screen as a flurry of activity erupted.

"Admiral, the YF-12s are loaded with Bladerunner torpedoes."

"Good. Have we gotten the exact position of all enemy ships near allied fleets?"

"Yes, there are several submarines near the Toopoxian fleet's supercarriers. Or so says AWACS."

"Good. Eliminate them."

On the flight deck of the VMS Leicester, eight YF-12 supersonic interceptors took off in succession, each carrying two Bladerunner torpedoes. It would take all of them less than five minutes to fly across Gallia and over to the enemy fleet. SAMs were no object, as these planes could fly at Mach 3 and evade them with relative ease.

As the YF-12s shot across the sky over the enemy fleets, they descended ans slowed to Mach 1. They were unmarked and were instead painted completely black, so it was hard to identify them.

Each YF-12 flew over its intended target, one of the twelve Binarian submarines assaulting the aircraft carriers.

A faint voice came in from the Leicester.

'"Torpedo drop now, now, now." Almost simultaneously, eight torpedoes fell into the sea and raced towards the submarines. All of them impacted their intended targets, and the cubic zirconia blades on the Bladerrunners began tearing the subs apart. The YF-12s lined up for another target - each still had one torpedo left. The planes acquired the other four subs that had not been hit. As two of the YF-12s flew towards each other, one dropped its torpedo and sped over the carrier towards the other YF-12. The pilot of the other plane reacted quickly to avoide disaster, turning sharply right and simultaneously releasing a torpedo, which sailed over the aircraft carrier and into the sea, headed off in some direction. The pilot radioed in. "Rogue torpedo! Repeat, rogue torpedo!"

Meanwhile, one of the torpedoes sped towards the sub in front of it. Unfortunately, its attack path was poor and it was violently destroyed by the submarine's propellers.

OOC: So, 1010102, I've just aimed for about nine of your subs with torpedoes that will cut through the sub then explode. In case that's not clear.

"Sir... Strife in Gallia apparently..."

The aid was of small stature, quite akin too his meek personality, as he adjusted his glasses and awaited a response.

"And why should we care? Don't trouble me with useless things."

The aid was crestfallen, being of little psycological fortidude, as he slinked back. Obviously the Ministers disinterest would not help in the promotion he was so desperatly seeking. He went back down the wide hallways, looking into the large rooms, some shut, the thick titanium doors secured tightly. Ryan decided too bring his report, which had taken him 5 hours too compile and verify based on Spy Sattilite reports and agent updates from Gallia. The portfolio he had made now was 115 pages, with notes srambled about the cover. It consisted of everything from Gallian rebel per capita annual income, too Griffencrest gross oil profits from the region. Ryan looked into Vice Admiral Kingsleys office. The door was open, which was rare for the reclusive veteran. Ryan nimbly stepped in, drawing the admirals attention. He placed his black coffee down, clearing his throat.

"Yes Ryan?"

"Strife in Gallia Herr Admiral..."

"Oh?"

"Yes sir....The minister...well wasnt exactly interested in my report, and the inter-ministry memo I posted seems too be largely unread...."

"Well the reasons are obvious Ryan, we are reluctant too go back too war. For gods sake we just forced Route 1's capitualtion."

"Yes true, but Griffencrest oil seems too have taken an aggressive stanfce against the rebels...And Wanderjarian naval elements are getting involved.. I've e-mailed the Wanderjarian foreign relations institutions, but being so little cleareance.....I dont think they feel a reponse too me would be worth the time.."

"And you feel that I should try in your stead, me being a hardened war veteran and all?"

He let out a hearty laugh, as Ryan sheepishly smiled.

"Alright Ryan. I'll have you brief the Minister at 5, sound good?"

"You'd do that sir?"

"Yes i've checked his schedule, it seems after his round of golf he has an hour too kill. Will an hour suffice Ryan?"

The assistant nodded, swollen with pride.

"Thank you Herr Admiral!"

He left the room, as the admiral grabbed his coffee taking another draught of the lukewarm liquid. Being of high clearence he had access too the Ministers schedule. It was a matter of clicks, and a quick pounding of keys too access the schedule. He neatly typed under *5-6 pm*: Meet with shy kid. (Ryan Mooningson) Briefing on Gallian strife.

Meanwhile, in Warsaw, Emperor Baker paced about the war room.


"Apparantly, this conflict is growing larger than we anticipated quicker than we thought it would." He finally said, resting his hands on the large table at which the Wehrmacht Officer's were sitting. They each nodded, looking at the reports infront of them.

One of them looked up from his reports, a Naval Admiral, and spoke, "We should redeploy Battlefleet Hataria, sir."

"Excuse me?" Emperor Baker requested, having missed the softly spoken statement.

"Aye sir," The Admiral said. "The Hatarian Armada. The most powerful force we ever assembled, the Kriegsmarine at its greatest. Send it in and we shall rule the waves, not that we do not already," He added with a chuckle, which was returned by the others within the war room. "Send in as many Kirov BCs, Lord Destroyers, CVs, SSNs, everything. Lets show them why noone has ever defeated the Wanderjarians."

"Indeed. A good plan yes?" Baker scanned the room. The other commanders nodded. "Very well then, thank you Admiral....?" He asked for his name.

"Admiral Yeltsin sir."

"Admiral Yeltsin, would you command this force?" Baker requested.

"It...." He stuttered, controlling such an Armada was a Grand Admiral's job, and he being a Rear Admiral was far from the required rank for such a task. "It would be an honour my Lord."

"Excellent. Assemble the forces and have them sailing by tommorrow."

"You can count on it my Emperor. You can count on me."


The ships being deployed would be focused around a massive array of Carriers, seven Nimitz and five Admiral Kuznetsov Class Aircraft Carriers. This, inconjuncture with eighty Kirov Class Battlecruisers, ten Argentine Class Galleons Super Dreadnought Destroyers, one hundred Sovremenny class destroyers, one hundred New Socialism Class Battleships, forty-six AEGIS Cruisers, and eighty Cartagena SSNs would complement this awsome force. They would be deployed within twenty-four hours, and once arrived at the scene of the naval war, all the enemies already frail hopes of victory would be utterly and ruthlessly shattered by the might of Wanderjarian steel and lead.

VISA Gallian Naval Force

The Admiral watched the screen as a flurry of activity erupted.

"Admiral, the YF-12s are loaded with Bladerunner torpedoes."

"Good. Have we gotten the exact position of all enemy ships near allied fleets?"

"Yes, there are several submarines near the Toopoxian fleet's supercarriers. Or so says AWACS."

"Good. Eliminate them."

On the flight deck of the VMS Leicester, eight YF-12 supersonic interceptors took off in succession, each carrying two Bladerunner torpedoes. It would take all of them less than five minutes to fly across Gallia and over to the enemy fleet. SAMs were no object, as these planes could fly at Mach 3 and evade them with relative ease.

As the YF-12s shot across the sky over the enemy fleets, they descended ans slowed to Mach 1. They were unmarked and were instead painted completely black, so it was hard to identify them.

Each YF-12 flew over its intended target, one of the twelve 1010102 submarines assaulting the aircraft carriers.

A faint voice came in from the Leicester.

'"Torpedo drop now, now, now." Almost simultaneously, eight torpedoes fell into the sea and raced towards the submarines. All of them impacted their intended targets, and the cubic zirconia blades on the Bladerrunners began tearing the subs apart. The YF-12s lined up for another target - each still had one torpedo left. The planes acquired the other four subs that had not been hit. As two of the YF-12s flew towards each other, one dropped its torpedo and sped over the carrier towards the other YF-12. The pilot of the other plane reacted quickly to avoide disaster, turning sharply right and simultaneously releasing a torpedo, which sailed over the aircraft carrier and into the sea, headed off in some direction. The pilot radioed in. "Rogue torpedo! Repeat, rogue torpedo!"

Meanwhile, one of the torpedoes sped towards the sub in front of it. Unfortunately, its attack path was poor and it was violently destroyed by the submarine's propellers.

OOC: So, 1010102, I've just hit about nine of your subs with torpedoes that will cut through the sub then explode. In case that's not clear.

OOC: Hahahaha, if thats not blatant godmoding. You can't aim a torpedo going mach 3, and you cant tell him his losses either.

VISA Gallian Naval Force

The Admiral watched the screen as a flurry of activity erupted.

"Admiral, the YF-12s are loaded with Bladerunner torpedoes."

"Good. Have we gotten the exact position of all enemy ships near allied fleets?"

"Yes, there are several submarines near the Toopoxian fleet's supercarriers. Or so says AWACS."

"Good. Eliminate them."

On the flight deck of the VMS Leicester, eight YF-12 supersonic interceptors took off in succession, each carrying two Bladerunner torpedoes. It would take all of them less than five minutes to fly across Gallia and over to the enemy fleet. SAMs were no object, as these planes could fly at Mach 3 and evade them with relative ease.

As the YF-12s shot across the sky over the enemy fleets, they descended ans slowed to Mach 1. They were unmarked and were instead painted completely black, so it was hard to identify them.

Each YF-12 flew over its intended target, one of the twelve 1010102 submarines assaulting the aircraft carriers.

A faint voice came in from the Leicester.

'"Torpedo drop now, now, now." Almost simultaneously, eight torpedoes fell into the sea and raced towards the submarines. All of them impacted their intended targets, and the cubic zirconia blades on the Bladerrunners began tearing the subs apart. The YF-12s lined up for another target - each still had one torpedo left. The planes acquired the other four subs that had not been hit. As two of the YF-12s flew towards each other, one dropped its torpedo and sped over the carrier towards the other YF-12. The pilot of the other plane reacted quickly to avoide disaster, turning sharply right and simultaneously releasing a torpedo, which sailed over the aircraft carrier and into the sea, headed off in some direction. The pilot radioed in. "Rogue torpedo! Repeat, rogue torpedo!"

Meanwhile, one of the torpedoes sped towards the sub in front of it. Unfortunately, its attack path was poor and it was violently destroyed by the submarine's propellers.

OOC: So, 1010102, I've just hit about nine of your subs with torpedoes that will cut through the sub then explode. In case that's not clear.

OOC: 1010102, just deploy SSN "Noise Maker" decoys. They'll never even come close to your ships.


IC: The VISA Corp aircraft would be flying into a gauntlet of Wanderjarian fighter craft in order to get to the Binarian fleet, which immediately unleashed its full fury upon them. Fighter after fighter, all the Berkuts fired innumerable ATA Missiles at the oncoming enemy forces. They would never know what hit them.

OOC: Hahahaha, if thats not blatant godmoding. You can't aim a torpedo going mach 3, and you cant tell him his losses either.

OOC: Argh, bumping this to the next page...

OOC: Ignored. That is godmoding.

OOC: 1010102, just deploy SSN "Noise Maker" decoys. They'll never even come close to your ships.


IC: The VISA Corp aircraft would be flying into a gauntlet of Wanderjarian fighter craft in order to get to the Binarian fleet, which immediately unleashed its full fury upon them. Fighter after fighter, all the Berkuts fired innumerable ATA Missiles at the oncoming enemy forces. They would never know what hit them.

OOC: its godmoding, I'm ignoring, and these subs are very close to toops' fleet so they would have to fly through my planes that are attacking his fleet.

"Admiral, we have recived a hail from a Admiral Ironclaw from Griffincrest Naval Security Forces. How should respond? They are out of range of most of our weapons and aircraft."

"Get me an open channel to this Ironclaw."

"Done."

"Admiral Ironclaw, we are aiding freedom fighters in the area, so with all due respect you can fuck yourself. I suggest you leave before you get hurt. End transmission. Captian, have our subs track them and put a CAP between us and them."

"Orders relayed Admiral."

"Go fuck myself eh? Brutus, let's give them a little taste of the CA shall we?"

With that order, Brutus, an officer aboard the Luxuria, snapped off a salute and hustled off to another part of the ship. Minutes later, the klaxons were all blaring on the larger ships, which had been equipped to fire the Khans. Then came the roar, the deafening booming roar that came whenever a salvo of the beasts were fired. And then, there it was. Eight hundred Khan class missiles, all moving atwhat would become Mach 11.8 during their terminal stage, making them nearly impossible to hit due to their speed. This salvo was quickly followed up by the fleet taking off at full speed to make it to their next point, 300 kilometers from the Binarian and other fleets.

The Khans were all targeted for the four carriers of the Binarians, as well as their Thunder Hound class vessel. The missiles were also fired at the Wanderjarian Nimitz class vessels, and the Hood from Shakal. This meant that there were eighty Khan's for each ship, and moving at speeds as fast as they were, their chances for success were high.

OOC:
1x Kraken Class Dreadnought
4x Forrestal Class Carriers
10x Homeland Class Battleships
25x Chieftain Class Pocket Battleships
40x Neptune Class Cruisers
50x Rajput Class Destroyers
70x Charon Class Cruisers
120x Um al Maradim Assault Ships

OOC: Ignored. That is godmoding.

OOC: Yeah, I didn't see the Mach 3 part. Deffinate god mod.

OOC: The Bladerunner is my design, and it is quite capable of slicing through the thin armour on a submarine. I have used, and defended this design many times before.

OOC: The Bladerunner is my design, and it is quite capable of slicing through the thin armour on a submarine. I have used, and defended this design many times before.

OOC: Thats not the problem mate, that I could deffinately understand. The problem is the speed at which the missile was released. At Mach 3, You cannot deploy something like that at those speeds, not with any accuracy at least.

OOC: Hahahaha, if thats not blatant godmoding. You can't aim a torpedo going mach 3, and you cant tell him his losses either.

Did you read the part about the planes slowing down? I know you can't aim at Mach 3. They slowed to Mach 1.

But I changed the wording on the OOC bit. That was a mix-up.

OOC: lemme take care of VISA's fleet.

IC:

Off the Coast of Gallia

"Captain, we are in range of the Visa fleet!"

"Good," replyed the Captain of the KS Flatulance, the lead submarine on this mission. "Bring us up to firing depth, I want to show these scumbags what we're made of."

The submarines all rose to firing depth. From the VLS systems of the subs, 200 Roufous missiles shot out at the Visa fleet. The Nautilus submarines then unleashed hell in the form of torpedos at the Visa submarines. After firing, the submarines all dove back down to safer depths, but the Derelicts remained, floating up to the surface. The second the tops of the Derelicts breached the surface, men and vehicles jumped up top. Within seconds, the 6 Derilicts were launching F-19 Knights into the air with astounding frequency. While the Roufous's were targeted at the larger ships, the planes were there to clean up the rest.

OOC: Take that!

(OOC: Just a request, slow down a bit, it's difficult to know who's doing what when you post faster than my fastest missiles move, Post to come soon)

OOC: lemme take care of VISA's fleet.

IC:

Off the Coast of Gallia

"Captain, we are in range of the Visa fleet!"

"Good," replyed the Captain of the KS Flatulance, the lead submarine on this mission. "Bring us up to firing depth, I want to show these scumbags what we're made of."

The submarines all rose to firing depth. From the VLS systems of the subs, 200 Roufous missiles shot out at the Visa fleet. The Nautilus submarines then unleashed hell in the form of torpedos at the Visa submarines. After firing, the submarines all dove back down to safer depths, but the Derelicts remained, floating up to the surface. The second the tops of the Derelicts breached the surface, men and vehicles jumped up top. Within seconds, the 6 Derilicts were launching F-19 Knights into the air with astounding frequency. While the Roufous's were targeted at the larger ships, the planes were there to clean up the rest.

OOC: Take that!

OOC: So, how did you find my fleet? I made sure it was on the other side of Gallia. Ignored for now.

OOC: So, how did you find my fleet? I made sure it was on the other side of Gallia. Ignored for now.

OOC: he probably tracked you planes. that had to come from somewhere.

"Go fuck myself eh? Brutus, let's give them a little taste of the CA shall we?"

With that order, Brutus, an officer aboard the Luxuria, snapped off a salute and hustled off to another part of the ship. Minutes later, the klaxons were all blaring on the larger ships, which had been equipped to fire the Khans. Then came the roar, the deafening booming roar that came whenever a salvo of the beasts were fired. And then, there it was. Eight hundred Khan class missiles, all moving atwhat would become Mach 11.8 during their terminal stage, making them nearly impossible to hit due to their speed. This salvo was quickly followed up by the fleet taking off at full speed to make it to their next point, 300 kilometers from the Binarian and other fleets.

The Khans were all targeted for the four carriers of the Binarians, as well as their Thunder Hound class vessel. The missiles were also fired at the Wanderjarian Nimitz class vessels, and the Hood from Shakal. This meant that there were eighty Khan's for each ship, and moving at speeds as fast as they were, their chances for success were high.

OOC:
1x Kraken Class Dreadnought
4x Forrestal Class Carriers
10x Homeland Class Battleships
25x Chieftain Class Pocket Battleships
40x Neptune Class Cruisers
50x Rajput Class Destroyers
70x Charon Class Cruisers
120x Um al Maradim Assault Ships




The Wanderjarian vessels had already formed a defensive ring around the CVs to assure minimum damage to it, using their anti-missile ordinance and CIWS cannons. There were relatively few missiles heading towards the Wanderjarian fleet, and with the Wanderjarian Hood and the numerous other ships all actively engaging enemy ordinance, it was no time before they were all picked out of the sky. Then came time for the Wanderjarian response. The initial attack would be made by the Wanderjarian Argentine Galleons, which were anti-Super Dreadnought ships. They would make short work of the single enemy Kraken. The other ships were engaged by the Wanderjarian fleet as well, missiles began being redirected away from the routing Toopoxian fleet, and hitting the Griffencrest forces. The Hood's massive array of cannons and torpedoes targeted many ships, sending a hellish carpet of High Explosive shells at the Mercenary fleet.


SSNs beneath the waves targeted the enemy shipping as well, picking off ships one by one with well placed salvos, while above in the sky Marine-Luftwaffe aircraft fired missile after missile at enemy aircraft and ships. The Toopoxians had already faced the wrath of the Wanderjarian Kriegsmarine, and now it was Griffencrest's turn.

OOC: he probably tracked you planes. that had to come from somewhere.

But I haven't RP'd them flying back yet. They're still being attacked by Wanderjarian fighters. Still ignored. Slow down some.

OOC: So, how did you find my fleet? I made sure it was on the other side of Gallia. Ignored for now.

OOC: Pretty sure its called OBSAT satellites taking pictures, Radar, and all that normal jazz.

But I haven't RP'd them flying back yet. They're still being attacked by Wanderjarian fighters. Still ignored. Slow down some.

OOC: unless the just popped out of thin air, then they had to take off from somewhere.

IC: The YF-12s, unfortunate in their timing, flew right into Wanderjarian fighters.

"Fuck." said a pilot. Moments later his plane was on fire and headed towards the Kampfers flagship.

Two more planes shot into the water. Another exploded in midair. Three more fell to the ground, trying to get back to the VISA fleet but not give away the fleet's position.

The pilot of the last remaining plane radioed in. "We've lost all but me, and I'm damaged, but, wait. Shit. My right engine caught fire." Then there was static. Radar showed his plane colliding into an uninhabited part of the island.

All eight YF-12s, planes renowned for their ability to evade missiles, had been shot down.

Gallian Colonial Air Force, Krhaus

The skies darkened around Krhaus, the clouds began to shrink in preperation for the taloned razors of the P22's, having just taken off from Villini and Slomsk being redirected to Krhaus, they could see the fleet below them and, slightly more worrying, the definate shadows of torpedoes and Submarines, "Flight to Command, possible Submarine attack, coming in for reload."
IndentThe Torpedoes were cut apart by M-THEL's but as with the previous situation some smashed into the sides of the fleet as it dropped the Rifle Regiments, already some were damaged and this volley was nearly too much sinking the remaining Frigates and one of the Super Carriers, the P22 Fighters launched and began to pound out torpedoes aimed at where the subs should be.

The Dr. HELL lasers on the destroyers and missile cruisers began to fire and disabled all but 7 of the missiles. 5 of which hit the Harbigner. The ship was ripped to shreds and snak quickly. another hit the Rangarak[/I's starboard elevator, and went clean through, exploding hundreds of meters below the ship causing it to rock back and forth and dozens of planes fell into the sea. The last hit the bow of the [I]Thunder Hound which punched through the thick armor and exploded. This tore a hole in the side of the hole that stretched for 3 water tight compartments, and the fouth was jammed. The ship slowed considerably.

"Damage report!"

"The tip of our bow is damged, with dozens of men and women dead. All water tight compartments sealed, but the 4 was jammed. We can survive with 7 flooded, so were fine. For now."

"Launch our counter attack. Fire all remaining anti ship missiles at the Griffincrest capital ships. Give up on the Toopoxians, this is the greater threat."

"Aye sir."

The Binarian fleet moved towards the Griffincrest fleet at top speed. which was fairly slow to allow the flagship to keep up.

Kilometers from Binarian Fleet

Captain Baker steeled himself, gripped the controls and patted the back of his copilot. It was going to get hairy. The Binarians had switched course to try to pin them in, but he still could outrun them at the 400 kph max he could put out. He was nearing his target when the Griffencrest Forces launched their Khans, effectively making their mission obsolete.

He was about to curse the fast moving missiles when his own RADAR showed 200 antishipping missiles flying toward his group at high speed. He fumbled for his microphone only to have it stolen from his hand and his copilot shout the warning.

"Incoming Flying Fish! Evasive!"

The thought about disciplining the well trained copilot faded away as the realization that the simple computer read "256+ missiles Probable at 80%" meant he had his work cut out for him. He pulled hard to the right as his Ekranoplanes spread out very quickly, and he pushed the seat-belt light for the divers in the back. He pulled the throttle up to maximum and dropped his auxiliary fuel tanks.

His only hope was that antishipping missiles were all either inertial or RADAR, and his tiny signature and high speed would evade.

He pulled the controls to the right and to the left as he made a strong zig-zag with his craft, coming ever closer to the Binarian fleet. His high speed craft easily dodged the massive antishipping missiles, but one of the rookie pilots wasn't so lucky. The explosive charge clipped his side, and the divers, dead from shrapnel, or on purpose, flopped out the rear at nearly 300 kph, probably killed instantly from the impact. The Ekranoplane swerved a bit, its Moskit missile launched toward the Binarian fleet, and then finally skipped on the water, before exploding in a massive high speed fireball.

He knew his family would get a shiny gold medal in a box if the supersonic antishipping missile he launched after he was hit actually hit something. But he knew that regardless, a fat paycheck was probably already being processed for him and his crew.

Captain Baker, looked at the RADAR and saw the initial group of missiles had gone by, and there seemed to be no more. He knew what his task was now. He had to get within the minimum firing range of his Moskit, launch it, and bug out.

He pushed the throttle, letting himself get closer, his other boats still practicing some minimal evasive maneuvers. He was well within range now, he knew the enemy destroyers won't have much time to react, especially that the highly visible Khans were on their way. He let loose his missiles, and slowed down a bit. The fun part was going to be begin. He was going to swerve in between the ships, because he was going too fast now to evade the massive ships in front of him. And during this, he could drop off the saboteur divers, using the wake of his jet engines as a screen to protect them.

7 Moskit, supersonic missiles leaped from the Ekranoplane group, along with an 8th already weaving its way to its target. The now lightened craft were moving much faster thanks to the loss of their main weapon's load.

OOC: what ships are you targeting?

OOC: what ships are you targeting?

OOC: Your remaining capital ships. After that my Ekranoplanes will weave through your destroyer picket. They then make a run for the other side of Gallia and catch a flight back home.

OOC: Your remaining capital ships. After that my Ekranoplanes will weave through your destroyer picket. They then make a run for the other side of Gallia and catch a flight back home.

OOC; how far can those missiles pentrate?

OOC; how far can those missiles pentrate?

OOC: It is a 320 kilogram penetrative high explosive, moving at a maximum of Mach 2.3 in sea skimming mode. It is designed to destroy American Nimitz's and Wasps attempting to enter Soviet Waters and land troops. They are carrier killers. And I am aiming for your carriers.

OOC: lemme take care of VISA's fleet.

IC:

Off the Coast of Gallia

"Captain, we are in range of the Visa fleet!"

"Good," replyed the Captain of the KS Flatulance, the lead submarine on this mission. "Bring us up to firing depth, I want to show these scumbags what we're made of."

The submarines all rose to firing depth. From the VLS systems of the subs, 200 Roufous missiles shot out at the Visa fleet. The Nautilus submarines then unleashed hell in the form of torpedos at the Visa submarines. After firing, the submarines all dove back down to safer depths, but the Derelicts remained, floating up to the surface. The second the tops of the Derelicts breached the surface, men and vehicles jumped up top. Within seconds, the 6 Derilicts were launching F-19 Knights into the air with astounding frequency. While the Roufous's were targeted at the larger ships, the planes were there to clean up the rest.

OOC: Take that!

Okay, now I'll do it. Pacing. Plus I get to RP the scene I've always wanted to.

IC:
VSUB Acclamator was moving at about fifteen knots toward the north end of Gallia. Suddenly the sub's Sonar lit up with two hundred missiles.

"Captain, torpedo coming at us!" screamed Jonesy, the sonar operator.

Bart Mancuso, the captain of the sub, reacted quickly. "What distance?"

"1000 yards directly behind."

"Put us on the roof." The captain said to the COB.

In turn the COB counted down quickly. "5.. 4.. 3.. 2.. 1.. Emergency blow! Full rise! Fair water plane! Release countermeasures!"

The sub shot up out of the water while simultaneously dropping some little cylinders that sprayed dust throughout the water.

The torpedo failed to hit the submarine, losing its target in the murky water.

Meanwhile, the Acclamator was sitting on the surface. The crew was shook up.

"Right. Attack depth! Flank speed! To the Kampfers fleet!"

The boat slid back under the water and sped at 40 knots towards the Kampferian fleet, loading Bladerunner torpedoes in all of its six tubes.

VISA Gallian Fleet, shortly before Kampferian attack

"Admiral, the YF-12s went down."

The screen in front of the Admiral now showed the sonar display. He pointed to the dots indicating the Kampferian fleet. "What are those?"

"A Kampferian sub fleet."

"Fuck. Take evasive action. Tell the Alfa sub captains to be ready to bottom the boats at any time. Move the fleet closer together so that only some boats will be damaged. Load all missiles and torpedoes. Put antisub planes in the air."

Several F-35Bs flew off the deck of the Amphibious Assault Ships, carrying Harpoon missiles and more Bladerrunner torpedoes.

Suddenly the sonar blips around the Kampferian fleet became one solid blob.

"The hell?"

"Admiral! Massive amount of missiles and torpedoes incoming!"

"Begin Phalanx fire, laser countermeasures and launch all missiles and torpedoes. Bottom the Alfas now."

Four Alfa class submarines quickly sank to the bottom of the sea, torpedoes streaming over them. The Type 212 submarines were not so lucky, each being hit by at least two torpedoes and sinking. But not before they could attack. Four Bladerunner torpedoes shot toward the Kampferian fleet.

Meanwhile, on the surface, the laser point defense system on the Midgem corvettes were picking away at enemy missiles, explodding them in midair. Twenty-five befell this fate. Phalanx fire from every other ship took down fifty more. ((Considering every ship has at least two Phalanx guns.)) The missiles hit the closest ships, ripping apart the Midgem corvettes and sending them to the deep. All the frigates sank, and the Amphibious Assault Ship, with its bridge tower in the path of the missiles, absorbed ten missiles, sending it listing 20 degrees. The aircraft carrier Razor Wind had its bow ripped off, and several planes fell off the side and into the sea when a missile impacted the deck. Many other missiles impacted the port side of the carrier and it toppled over like a domino before sinking. Three destroyers sunk and six cruisers were sinking or sunk.

The Admiral watched the carnage as several missiles streamed towards the other ships.

"Can we get rid of them?"

"We could burst an EMP, but that would disable us too."

"What about the Phalanx? Are they destroying these?" The ship rocked back and forth with the impact of a missile, and the Admiral was thrown out of his chair as the glass protecting the port side of the bridge broke. The deck below was hard to see, covered in thick, acrid smoke.

"The Phalanx radar have been jammed."

"How many missiles left?"

"I'm not really counting, sir."

"Fine. Activate Laser Defense on all ships."

Laser beams streamed at missiles, destroying them, or at least damaging them. Within minutes the cloud of missiles had been reduced to about 15. They screamed towards the Alfa submarines, which had risen to periscope depth just south of the rest of the fleet. Three of the submarines were hit and sank. The other two were hit but remained floating.

Meanwhile, some 100 Harpoon missiles and Bladerunner torpedoes were headed towards the Kampferian fleet.

'"Follow them!" The Admiral ordered, noticing their withdrawal. "Shit. Our fleet's been decimated. I think we're gonna need a bigger fleet. They'll pay."

Official Declaration

So you wanna play rough, huh? Fine.

We're dispatching 108 more ships to aid our fleet. Taste metal, fiends.

And in regards to "kicking Corporate ass", the only thing you'll be kicking is the bucket.

The missiles hit the Super carriers punched through their relativelythin hulls, and exploded.The ship started to list, but counter reduced it down to two degress. Attack choppers launched from the carriers and started to fire ahead of the craft, hoping to destroy them.

"What the hell are those things?" shouted the Admiral

"Rocket power jet skis... I think."

The Binarian fleet targeted the Griffincrest fleet with more missiles before they ran out of missiles. The remaining carrier planes began targeting the enemy fleet with HEAT warheads.

"Send a call back to air force, call for some heavy bombers to hit the Griffincrest."

"Sir?"

"Just do it."

Meanwhile, a fleet three times the size of the former VISA fleet sailed into Gallian waters, some 100 nm northeast of the fray.

The missiles hit the Super carriers punched through their relativelythin hulls, and exploded.The ship started to list, but counter reduced it down to two degress. Attack choppers launched from the carriers and started to fire ahead of the craft, hoping to destroy them.

"What the hell are those things?" shouted the Admiral

"Rocket power jet skis... I think."

The Binarian fleet targeted the Griffincrest fleet with more missiles before they ran out of missiles. The remaining carrier planes began targeting the enemy fleet with HEAT warheads.

"Send a call back to air force, call for some heavy bombers to hit the Griffincrest."

"Sir?"

"Just do it."

Captain Baker picked up the microphone and shouted 'Ooh-Rah!' as the missiles hit, but the lack of a complete destruction disappointed him. He pushed the intercom and told the divers to prepare to drop off when he saw the tell-tale shadows of attack helicopters.

It was his copilot that grabbed the mike to sound the alarm when an autocannon round tore through the glass and blew a hole clean through the copilot. Captain Baker turned his head as fast as he could to stare at the gore splattered copilot. She looked out at him, touched the side of the wound, and stared at the blood. Baker didn't say anything, he just stared at the woman. She adjusted a mirror to look through herself into the bottom of her seat. A vertebrae hung loosely, and a bundle of thread-like nerves were cleanly severed.

She grabbed Captain Baker's shoulder with her blood stained hand. Her grip was weak, and her voice raspy and she said.

"It was yours."

The rest of the Ekranoplanes began swerving back and forth. Another one as it was dispensing its saboteur divers along a destroyer it was passing exploded in a massive fireball. Sending deadly shards into the air and water, impaling one of the divers. The pilot of that Ekranoplane was send rocketing into the air, his shattered and finely roasted body flying straight toward one of the attack helicopters.

Meanwhile the divers that survived tried their best to locate the carrier, but only 5 of them did. They placed the powerful Kraven derived C12 charges all along the sides, to penetrate as many bulkheads as possible. Then they let the ship slip by, and detonated it.

The remainder of the divers stuck their charges to whatever ship was nearby, usually a destroyer and then swam toward a predetermined position. There they would wait for a CA submarine to swing by the edge of the battlezone and ferry them to safety.

OOC: Formal TAG, and i'll be sending some ships in if wagdog loses anything much. Down with the corporate/communist (i dont care that much?) scum

As the attack choopers were taking off, boats were being readied with divers, to patrol the edge of the fleet.

The chages detonated, puching a hole in the counter flooding tanks making the ship list back to ten degress. several destroyers were sunk and a cruiser was damaged.

The fleet was moving towards the Griffincrest fleet. By this time they were in range of the battleship and Thounder Hound's big guns. The fire was directed towards the battleships and carriers of the enemy. A massive salvo of 28 inch and 18 inch AP shells started rainingtoward the Griffincrest fleet.

The Admiral of the First VISA Gallian Naval Force ordered the fleet to head towards a Toopoxian fleet. Little did he know that the F-19s launched by the Kampferian fleet were still in the air. Until RADAR alerted him.

"Launch all fighters, now!"

Two YF-12s, the remaining F-35s already in the air and several F-22s took to the skies, and shot AIM-9s and AIM-120s at the fighters. The surface ships also launched SAMs to ensure their destruction.

The fleet moved towards the Toopoxian fleet.

OOC: Formal TAG, and i'll be sending some ships in if wagdog loses anything much. Down with the corporate/communist (i dont care that much?) scum

OOC: Its getting hard for Toops to catch up, and the NPE is already outclassing us. I think we have a pretty good balance here.

OOC: Its getting hard for Toops to catch up, and the NPE is already outclassing us. I think we have a pretty good balance here.

true. i'll try not to unbalance anything, but i cant have a nation i defend like an ally lose, now can i. :p

true. i'll try not to unbalance anything, but i cant have a nation i defend like an ally lose, now can i. :p

Encrypted to Toopoxia

We have 35 Republican Mechanized Legions and 30 Slave Legions ready for deployment into Gallia via the airlift route. We will come around the side via airlift. Waiting for authorization.

[END]

Open Declaration

The Imperial Empire of Maldorians, in both the New Prussian Empire and the Corporate Alliance, is currently staying neutral. We will, however, send medical and humanitarian aid to Gallia. That is all.

-The Mandalore.


Somewhere by an abandon Maldorian shipyard

Death Watch soldiers rallied by the dock, accompanied by an entourage of Death Generals and their guards. Their mission was to break past New Prussian Empire fleets and send aid to the besieged colony of Gallia. Equipped with outfitted US military hardware and weapons, these ex-Maldorian forces began the long voyage towards Gallia.


OOC: I hope I got this right. I just basically skimmed through it... :P

Barokin is going to help the NPE


General Gudan went into the military base and started to explain that the NPE was waging war against the CA. He then said that all of you will need to get ready in the next 48 hours, because in two days we are going to attack the Corporate Alliance. All of the soldiers started to load all of their guns. Most of the guns were AK-47's. They started to load tanks onto ships. They sent out thousands of aircraft carriers to bomb the CA as their first attack. They sent many ships 7 aircraft carriers, 10 battle ships, 12 tank carriers, and 5,000 soldier transports that can hold 100 soldeirs on each ship. Barokin was now ready.

Encrypted Response to Leafanistan

You have authorisation from Toopoxican high command

[END]

(OOC: more to come, I need to work out where I'm at)

They sent many ships 2,000 aircraft carriers,10,000 battle ships, 5,000 tank carriers, and 50,000 soldier transports that can hold 10,000 soldeirs on each ship. Barokin was now ready.

OOC: If that's not godmoding, I'm not sure what is. 2000 aircraft carriers? That's thoroughly impossible and improbable. Any attack from you shall be ignored.

Godmod Snip

(OOC: Dude, waaaaay too many ships, as VISA said, shrink that number drastically)

cut the ship numbers by a factor of 1000, the gorunder a factor of 500.

Encrypted Response to Leafanistan

You have authorisation from Toopoxican high command

[END]

(OOC: more to come, I need to work out where I'm at)

Encrypted Response

By your command.

[END]

C-130s, already loaded with the Legions and their equipment left Republican Bases in the nearby Galation Archipelago, they would crush the rebellion by sheer manpower, before enemy forces landed. Even if they had to murder or enslave every last rebel.

Waters off Gallia

Captain Baker had long since lost his emotions. The blood-soaked and perforated copilot bothered him initially, but he dove into his work. He dodged, attack after attack, keeping an eye on the FoF Transponders on his friends Ekranoplanes.

One of them, the 'River Styx' was hit by an enemy chopper, the pilot dead and the copilot critically wounded, the high speed vehicle impacted the side of the carrier the helicopter had emerged from in a spectacular fireball and lit up the pre-dawn sky.

He saw an opening between two cruisers, one of which was listing from a diver's bomb. He saw the remaining Ekranoplanes emerging safely and heading west. His only focus was escaping, his mind never drifted toward the slumped body in the seat next to him, until an attack chopper got a lucky shot on him.

The autocannon round shredded his left wing and damaged an engine. He fought the controls as alarms, whistles, and all manner of strobe lights went off. He realized the engine was flaming out and soon would spread to the fuel tanks. He reached for the ejection lever on his seat and took one last look at the copilot. He brushed the side of her face, leaned back and pulled the lever.

The force of the 11G ejection nearly knocked him unconscious. His eyes rolled back into his head, blood pooled in his feet as the rockets shoved him out of his stricken craft, a dead body at the controls. His parachute deployed, then a split second later, the pilotless vessel slammed into the side of the listing cruiser he was trying to dodge. The fireball created enough heat to send him soaring into the air and fight for every breath he took.

A dozen seconds later he was trying to fight the effects of the ordeal he was in, he looked on his uniform and tore off his 'Ekranoplane Corps' patch. He pulled out a 9mm Glock and fired 3 times, putting 3 neat holes in it. He then flicked it toward the fireball that was now the cruiser, Ekranoplane, and woman he once piloted. It would land on the water, as the burning oil slick reached it. He was now a stateless man, on a seat, in a parachute, with nothing but a pistol, a photograph, and covered in soot.

He wondered what the Binarians did to their prisoners, especially when they didn't know what hit them, who hit them, or why.

As the divers were recalled, search and rescue parties were launched to recover anyone thrown overboard from the blasts. One of them found Captian Baker. " Let's get him out of the water. What's your name, rank, and ship?" One of the medics asked him, as his bio signs were checked. The boat was then taken to the Thounder Hound.

As the divers were recalled, search and rescue parties were launched to recover anyone thrown overboard from the blasts. One of them found Captian Baker. " Let's get him out of the water. What's your name, rank, and ship?" One of the medics asked him, as his bio signs were checked. The boat was then taken to the Thounder Hound.

Baker just sat there as the sailors and medics swarmed around him. He stared at the medic examining him, and dropped his Glock to the ground. After a few minutes he realized someone had been talking to him.

He turned toward the medic asking him and moved his arm to initially point at his patch. He realized he had tore it off and lowered his arm. He checked his watch, it was nearly dawn.

He then faced the medic and said.

"I am Captain Kin 'Wanderer' Baker, and I am a stateless man."

He lapsed into unconciousness.

Air Resupply

Along with the thousands of men and women coming in via air, there were also hundreds of modified 8x8 Trucks from the former Soviet Confederation. Each one was fitted for the Moskit antishipping missile, and the commander, Lt. Gen Jack Poison was trying to call the Toopoxians, to get drivers, escorts, and permission to drive these to the shoreline. The enemy ships were easily within 120kilometers and they could engage them at Mach 2.3. He loved that.

"Take him to the brigg, were he can be left alone until he wakes up." Lt. Freemont ordered the medic.
"Sir, with all due respect, This man needs medical attention."
"Look around you, the only ones we've pulled from the water other than Binarians have been the polits of what ever the hell just attacked us. There are no stateless men. He is one the enemy. He was part of this. How many men have died because of him and his allies?"
"Yes sir." the medic stammered.

Baker was hauled away and dumped in a cell. when he awoke he would know how binarians treat prisoners.

OOC: Blackhelm, I don't believe missiles can realistically travel that fast. Unless I'm mistaken, a missile like that requires scram jets, and would require atmospheric deployment (i.e since I suck at descriptions, being fired vertically and travelling into the atmosphere), but even then it would max out at the most Mach 6 perhaps seven. Please someone correct me if I am wrong, because believe me when it comes to Naval Warfare I don't know everything, but I've never heard of anything like that before. If it is, then I'll replace this post with something In character, but if not, please edit it then I'll make the relevent IC posting. Thanks.

"Take him to the brigg, were he can be left alone until he wakes up." Lt. Freemont ordered the medic.
"Sir, with all due respect, This man needs medical attention."
"Look around you, the only ones we've pulled from the water other than Binarians have been the polits of what ever the hell just attacked us. There are no stateless men. He is one the enemy. He was part of this. How many men have died because of him and his allies?"
"Yes sir." the medic stammered.

Baker was hauled away and dumped in a cell. when he awoke he would know how binarians treat prisoners.

OOC: Time for Fluid Time

Baker awoke a few minutes later. He could see that he was in a prison cell. He reached for his Glock when he realized he dropped it when he was still dizzy from being rescued. He stared at his mildly burnt shoes and took a look around. The other people they had recovered seem to have died. A fellow pilot's large gray eyes stared back at him.

He dropped to the floor, still weak from the 11G ejection and the heat blast from his Ekranoplane's explosion. He crawled over and shut the man's eyes. Respect should be given to the dead, at least that is what his Mother always taught him.

He rolled over and looked at the bare ceiling of the cell. He then got up and pulled out his belt strap compass and rattled it against the bars.

"Guards!," he shouted, "Guards! That man is dead."

A Binarian Marine walked up and laughed. " That is your fate. so sit down and shut up until the commander wants to 'talk' with you." Before he could finsih that sentance, the doors at the end of the block opened. In walked the commander, with 2 large marines at his sides. "Speak of the devil", the marine whispered, before he saluted.

"We are going to take this prisioner and aks him some questions."

The cell was opened and the marines grapped by the shoulders and drug him to the boat landing on the stern of the ship. The marines cuffed him to a chair.

"What is your country of orgin?" The Commander asked.

A Binarian Marine walked up and laughed. " That is your fate. so sit down and shut up until the commander wants to 'talk' with you." Before he could finsih that sentance, the doors at the end of the block opened. In walked the commander, with 2 large marines at his sides. "Speak of the devil", the marine whispered, before he saluted.

"We are going to take this prisioner and aks him some questions."

The cell was opened and the marines grapped by the shoulders and drug him to the boat landing on the stern of the ship. The marines cuffed him to a chair.

"What is your country of orgin?" The Commander asked.

Baker looked at the commander, his eyes had a sort of crushed desperation to them. Yet Baker knew to remain cordial, the Mafia had worse beatings.

"Sir, I am a stateless person, in accordance with United Nations Convention relating to the Status of Stateless Persons, I fit the definition of a stateless person. I was abandoned by my country of origin the minute I pulled my ejection seat. But after seeing what happened today, I cannot hold it in."

Baker paused and coughed a bit of soot up.

"Sir, I request a bottle of water, the soot is preventing me from speaking well. And I do not wish to offend you with black spit, Sir."

The Commander sighed. " We can do this the hard way, or we can do this the easy way. Your choice. The easy way, is much less painfull." Ignoring his request for water.

He picked up a large metal pipe.

"This is the hard way. I'm going to break all the bones in your arms and legs, starting with your knee cap. Then, I'm going to cut you in a 4 places, and give you a life jacket and throw you in the ocean, and let the sharks tear you apart."

"Remeber, your choice."

The commander started to pace back and forth, wating for his response.

"Get the life jacket."

After the slaughter of the first VISA fleet, the second and third and fourth fleets arrived, intent on destroying all of the Kampferian forces in retaliation. Stationed about 100 nm off the northeast coast of Gallia, they were quickly able to find the Kampferian fleet.

Admirals Ozeel and Piet, the commanders for the combined fleet, consulted with the various officers in the VISA Aircraft Carrier Swift Justice.

"Where are they?" asked Ozeel.

"Roughly 50 nm off the starboard bow. They don't seem to be alerted to our prescence. Is there fog out?" asked an officer.

"Maybe. How strong are they?"

"We count forty-eight vessels, mostly subs."

"Well, I'm not going to try a trick with supersonic interceptors like The Admiral. How's our fleet?"

"They're making haste to a fleet of Toopoxican ships. They seem to intend to join them."

"Good."

"Hold here," said Admiral Piet.

"Yes, we should remain here and try to stay silent. Except for the 212s. They have the cover of silent running." said Admiral Ozeel.

"Hmm. We should deploy them. They will be able to sneak up on the enemy and destroy a lot of them. And after that, the Alfas can move in at high speed from far behind."

"Do it."

Near the Kampferian fleet

Twelve 212 submarines moved towards the fleet using their hard-to-detect fuel cell engines. Once they were in firing range, they each fired six Mark 48 Torpedoes at various submarines, sending some seventy-two torpedoes screaming towards the submarines. Moments later, twelve Alfa submarines sped towards the Kampfers submarines at 30 knots and fired 72 Bladerrunner torpedoes. All thee subs bottomed in order to avoid any last-minute counterattacks.

And if all that didn't sink the fleet, then the surface vessels had some surprises for them.

Flight Deck, VMS Swift Justice

Ten CH-53 helicopters sat on the deck of the aircraft carrier. They each carried two Mark 48 Torpedoes. They were ready to takeoff at a moment's notice, their engines idling.

Bridge, VMS Swift Justice

"Sirs?"

'Yes?"

"One of our allies, who appears to be someone of importance, has been captured by a Binarian ship."

"Which?"

"The Thunder Hound, sir."

"We've got to rescue him somehow."

"Should we send a commando team to try and take over the ship?"

"No, far to risky and doomed from the start."

"We'll think of something."

OOC: and you know this how, we were just pulling people from the water, so how would you know that e capture one them?

The Commander sighed. " We can do this the hard way, or we can do this the easy way. Your choice. The easy way, is much less painfull." Ignoring his request for water.

He picked up a large metal pipe.

"This is the hard way. I'm going to break all the bones in your arms and legs, starting with your knee cap. Then, I'm going to cut you in a 4 places, and give you a life jacket and throw you in the ocean, and let the sharks tear you apart."

"Remeber, your choice."

The commander started to pace back and forth, wating for his response.

"Get the life jacket."

Baker coughed again, a bit of soot mixed with spit, the promised black spit hit the table.

"Sir, as a soldier, I have been sworn to secrecy, I would be killed if I was ever found, but seeing as I will be killed regardless, I have a difficult choice, Sir."

Baker stood up, and pointed to his jacket.

"This used to be my patch, I used to be a Wanderjarian citizen. I am part of what is now being hurriedly shredded at my headquarter building. I am no longer a person they'll know, there will be no files as of..."

Baker paused and read his watch.

"4 minutes from all, all traces of my existence, of my squad's existence, will be erased forever, and our sacrifices will never be acknowledged. Go ask Wanderjar for his kin, Baker, and that question will cut him deep, and bring him pain."

Baker then sat back down. His arm fell back to his side.

"Me and my men were part of a secret operation, and were not told the ultimate objective of our orders. That is my story Sir. I cannot expect you to believe it, the circumstances are too unbelievable, I'm not that geopolitically educated to understand why we did what we did, and there will never be any sort of confirmation from my home country. But that is what I am going to tell me. And after you decide you don't believe me and start hitting me. Can you at least give me my water before hitting me with that pipe, Sir?"

OOC: and you know this how, we were just pulling people from the water, so how would you know that e capture one them?

OOC: My observation satellite plus my AWACS which have been airborne for awhile.

OOC: how in the hell did you pick one man out of hundreds if not a thousand? plus the smoke from the ships. So if your sats can see throguh think black smoke, and your AWACS can get trhough my picket screen then it would be a godmode.

Death Watch fleet sent to Gallia
5x Nimitz-Class Aircraft Carrier's
3x Iowa-Class Battleship
12x Ticonderoga-Class Guided-Missile Cruiser
20x Arleigh Burke-Class Guided-Missile Destroyer
10x Los Angeles class Submarine

Death General Mereel, filling the spot of absent Overlord Viszla, watched from the deck of the DWS Injustice, an upgraded Iowa Class Battleship. Upon checking the map of Gallia, he came to a conclusion that he and his forces would land in Southern Gallia and then progress towards the capital. If he were to encounter any 'allied' ships, then he would just say hi and bye. If, however, he were to encounter any New Prussian Empire ships, he, under a strict order, was to sink them to the bottom of the ocean. These 'Germanic' nations would soon learn to snoop into the business of others.

OOC: Note that altough they are US fleet ships, they are outfitted/upgraded. Where's his capital? Tokyo?

OOC: how in the hell did you pick one man out of hundreds if not a thousand? plus the smoke from the ships. So if your sats can see throguh think black smoke, and your AWACS can get trhough my picket screen then it would be a godmode.

OOC: I could offer several reasons but you'd just ignore them, logical as they would be. But I'll just condede the point, since I can still attack your ship.

OOC: I could offer several reasons but you'd just ignore them, logical as they would be. But I'll just condede the point, since I can still attack your ship.

OOC: really tell me your reasons.

OOC: really tell me your reasons.

OOC Thread people (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=533222). This is silly, VISA Corp, you can't rescue my man, accept it, no more talk of this. Lets all get back to RPing ok?

"The Wanderjarians? Our nations are close allies." He raised the metal pipe and brought it down as hard as he could on Baker's left knee.

"Now, tell me where are you from you worthless peice off shit!" The commander shouted. Then he took out his knife and slashed at his left ankle. The Commande waited quietly for his response.

The Binarian fleet attacked the Toopoxian fleet once again, but this time they opened fire with their guns.
The destroyers moved in and fired salvo after salvo of torpedoes at the Toopoxian fleet. Dozens of aircraft started to strafe the Toopoxian battleship with Heat warheads.

"Sirs?"

"Hmm?"

"There's some Leafanistani divers in need of assistance."

"Put the rescue sub in the water - and do it quietly."

VMS Hodz

Off the port side of the Missile Cruiser, where a lifeboat should have resided, a small submarine was hanging. The crew were already inside. The magnetic holsters detached and the sub descended into the sea. It quickly moved to the divers, about two nautical miles away, and made the journey in five minutes, surfacing to pick them all up. As they were being helped into the sub, the pilot looked at one of them and asked "How are you doing today?" in a somewhat sarcastic tone.

Once they had been rescued, the sub sailed back towards the aircraft carrier Swift Justice.

Bridge, VMS Swift Justice

"Admirals, we think we may be able to eliminate the rest of the Binarian capital ships."

'"Well, do it from a distance - I don't want to be torpedoed."

"Yes, fire some cruise missiles straight up and then have them arc down so it's hard to trace them."

Each of the cruisers and destroyers shot two Tomahawk missiles each, all of them sailing straight up to about 1000 feet before arcing and heading for their targets: The binarian capital ships.

"The Wanderjarians? Our nations are close allies." He raised the metal pipe and brought it down as hard as he could on Baker's left knee.

"Now, tell me where are you from you worthless peice off shit!" The commander shouted. Then he took out his knife and slashed at his left ankle. The Commande waited quietly for his response.

The Binarian fleet attacked the Toopoxian fleet once again, but this time they opened fire with their guns.
The destroyers moved in and fired salvo after salvo of torpedoes at the Toopoxian fleet. Dozens of aircraft started to strafe the Toopoxian battleship with Heat warheads.

OOC: Always search your prisoners.

Baker's ceramic knee protector shattered, making a sickening crunch and Baker fell to the ground, and shouted in pain. The knife went straight through the ballistic nylon of his flight suit and cut his ankle. He shouted again and thought about where his watch arm was. He had let it fall to his side. In perfect condition.

In a flash he removed his katana, a special military version made by Katana Corporation. It was a non-reflective black blade, with a monomolecular edge, and spun on his injured foot, ignoring the pain. The unbelievably sharp knife went straight for the Commander's throat, Baker taking advantage of how close he had to be to slash his left ankle.

He then grabbed the pipe and hurled it behind him, sending it at one of the two marines in the room. He then jumped up using his left arm on the table and his right foot, bounced off the wall and plunged the blade into the marine that didn't have a pipe hurling at him. He pushed in, pulled out and spun again to hit the other marine, in case the pipe wasn't enough.

"Sirs?"

"Hmm?"

"There's some Leafanistani divers in need of assistance."

"Put the rescue sub in the water - and do it quietly."


The divers glad they were out of harms way got onto the submarine, and thanked their allies.

The Binarian picket defences opened fire with CWIS, and DR. HELL defences, and destroyed all but a half dozen misisiles, the rest slaming into the thick hull os the battleships, scratching the paint.

"Sir, our spy sats have located the enemy fleet, and they are with in range of our heavy guns in several minutes.

Meanwhile,

The Commander throat was cut clean through like a rice paper. The marine was impailed by the pipe in the chest, and the other Marine was killed by the knife. However, several other marines burst through the door. They aimed tasers at him and fired. They wanted this one alive.

OOC: After this I will search all prisoners.

Command Bridge of the DWS Injustice

Death General Mereel paced to the Command Bridge, anxious of what he and his men were to face. Would they to win the war and became heroes or, worse, would the mission be a complete failure and each and every one of the Death Watch soldiers die? Mereel would find out all in due time.

"Status report, any contact?" barked Mereel while resting his hands on the large, blown-up map of Gallia.

"No sir, nothing. Our fleet is on target in good time." One of the fleet officers quickly replied, trying not to get the Death General angry.

The Binarian picket defences opened fire with CWIS, and DR. HELL defences, and destroyed all but a half dozen misisiles, the rest slaming into the thick hull os the battleships, scratching the paint.

"Sir, our spy sats have located the enemy fleet, and they are with in range of our heavy guns in several minutes.


OOC: Yeah, no. There were 162 missiles streaming at you, if my math is correct. Every surface ship can launch missiles, and there's 27 in each fleet, making 81 total. They all fired two missiles, so that's 162. Your ships should be seriously damaged. Besides, I don't think CIWS fires vertically. With any good degree of accuracy.

OOC: my ships can cover each other you know. My battleships have 90cm of armor on the decks. a meter on the belt. my picket ships are placed, around my fleet.

OOC: my ships can cover each other you know. My battleships have 90cm of armor on the decks. a meter on the belt. my picket ships are placed, around my fleet.

OOC: Well, if that's your choice, I'll ignore your fleet's attack.

OOC: Well, if that's your choice, I'll ignore your fleet's attack.

OOC: Fine then. I'll do the same for you.

Operation Red Rescue Naval Task Force, Port Krhaus

The fleet had made it to the Port intact but damaged, they were undergoing repairs and defending the territory as best they could, already they had been attacked by enemy Submarines which had pulled off earlier but now, there at the gates, was another enemy force, however this time the enemy would be facing the Taskforce plus the cities own naval defences.
IndentNight fell as the DEW batteries beamed out at the enemy ships completely frying the enemy electronics, it was matched by the continious pounding of the CIWS and the sky being lit by the several P500 Silos releasing their deadly barrage onto the enemy, the Toopoxicans would not surrender the homelands so easily.

OOC: Since noone's responded to my posts, I'm just going to post an IC anyhow.



IC:



The Griffincrest launched missiles were numerous and rapidly moving. The Weapons Officer's on every ship ordered all anti-ballistics ordinance deployed to counter the Khans, as well as laser defenses to be utilised simeltaneously. If these failed and the CIWS units which was the final defensive ring for the fleet, the Wanderjarian ships would brace for impact, and hope for the best....

Meanwhile,

The Commander throat was cut clean through like a rice paper. The marine was impailed by the pipe in the chest, and the other Marine was killed by the knife. However, several other marines burst through the door. They aimed tasers at him and fired. They wanted this one alive.

OOC: After this I will search all prisoners.

OOC: I prefer teaching lessons the hard way.

Baker was covered in the blood spray of the Commander, he was sastified that the pipe did its job so well. And he stood up and held his sword pointing down. He examined the carnage when the door burst open. He put up his sword with the intent of flaying the marines when the tasers when the darts came out and attached to his clothing.

He felt the current surge through his body, he could barely move, so he shoved the sword into the bulkhead, and the current surged into the metal walls and floors. Again he felt the embrace of unconsciousness.

The marines dragged him away, and left him in an empty cell. When he woke up he would find him self in a prision outfit. When he woke up he would also find that he has almost a hundred small cuts on his skin, and the room was slowly filling salt water. His cell was a counter flooding tank. He was wearing a life jacket and when he woke up, the water would be near the top of the tank.

The Binarians destroyers that were hit by Toopoxian DEW fire were dead in the water due to the computer controled nav systems. Almost all systems in the ships were disabled.
The DEW batteries were targeted with heavy shelling.

"Admiral the Toopoxian fleet has taken refuge in a port. I suggest launcher a massive carrier raid supported by our naval guns."

"I disagree, we should find a stretch of shoreline not to far away, and land troops will our ships keep the enemy ships from leaving."

The Binarian fleet moived towards the coast and began to shell it for hours. No defender could hold land when he is transformed into a cloud of red mist.

The marines dragged him away, and left him in an empty cell. When he woke up he would find him self in a prision outfit. When he woke up he would also find that he has almost a hundred small cuts on his skin, and the room was slowly filling salt water. His cell was a counter flooding tank. He was wearing a life jacket and when he woke up, the water would be near the top of the tank.

Captain Kin Baker, watched as it filled up with salt water. He could feel the stinging. He recoiled helplessly as the room filled with water. He then closed his eyes and dived into it. He came back out. He sat there and thought, Pain is just a temporary feeling. And he reinforced this idea.

He shouted.

"Who is Wanderjar's leader's name? Can you tell me? Or are you those token allies that just help when it looks like you can win no matter what?"

He thought about things for a second.

"Don't you want to know what those things I rode were called? Wanderjar won't tell you. But I know, I know it all."

If no one was listening, then he tried to see where the water came from. A counter flooding tank was used when a ship was damaged or listing. He tried the bulkhead but it was locked. He then fiddled with anything he could. Electrical wires, pipe controls anything in the room.

He had one last trick up his sleeve though and he would wait to see if his shouts would yield a response.

Toopoxian Shoreline

The first few attack trucks had rumbled to the beaches. They aimed their box launchers up, and fired at the Binarian Fleet. The first salvo was 80 Moskit Supersonic Antishipping missiles. More would follow.

Lt Gen. Poison watched them launch from a distance toward the enemy as more and more planes arrived to offload more and more equipment. 9K37M1-2 Buk-M1-2 Beech's began offloading to follow the trucks and boost the air defense of the island.

The door to the tank opened and he was thrown a rope to climb out of the tank with.

On the top of the tank were a Marine Lt. and 4 PFCs, armed with shotguns loaded with rock salt. They would take him to another part of the ship.

The Leafanistanian((OOC if thats wrong I'll change it)) attack sunk several doze cruiser and destroyers and the rest of the missiles were destroyed by CWIS. The Binarian counter attack would be brutal.

"Where in the hell did they come from?"

"The shoreline sir, A long ways from where we are shelling."

"Have the guns retarget the location of launchers."

The Binarians began to bombard the beach where the misisles were launched. Fighters were launched and they started to attack the airfield that the enemy was landing at. Thouands of gallons of napalm were drooped onto the airfeild aswell as dozens of dumb bombs to destroy the strip itself.

Unable to trust that this war may not impact Lazarene interests, No_State_At_All is moving several fleets to guard positions around the Lazarene region. Any naval forces not of NSAA, WagDogian, or Vetakan origin are required to vacate the region at once, on pain of destruction.

OOC: VISA and 1010102, stop bickering about godmods please...

International Waters nearing Gallia

The Death Watch fleet, still unopposed by any enemy fleets, continued on its path towards the southern part of Gallia. The fleet was to drop off the Ground forces and then would get the fleet back into the waters to engage in any and all New Prussian Empire Fleets. The fleet traveled in a spearhead formation with cruisers and destroyers on the flanks, battleships on the tip, and carriers accompanied by the flagship in the center. For extra safety, 5 subs were designated as the vanguard while 5 others were ordered to be the lead elements of the mission.

Command Bridge of DWS Injustice

Death General Mereel was extremely dissatisfied with the turn of events. He was hoping that he could demolish a few New Prussian fleets or so. Yet, so far, the Death Watch fleet had encountered nothing but the bleek salty waters around them.

"You! Send a message to any Corporate Fleets in the vicinity. Write this down:"


Encrypted message to any allied, Griffencrest, or Gallian fleets in the area.

We are nearing the southern coasts of Gallia and will drop off our ground forces. After deploying them, where do you need our fleet, for we are eager for battle. Just give us an order and we'll be there.

Death General Mereel

Encrypted message to any allied, Griffencrest, or Gallian fleets in the area.

We are nearing the southern coasts of Gallia and will drop off our ground forces. After deploying them, where do you need our fleet, for we are eager for battle. Just give us an order and we'll be there.

Death General Mereel

Encrypted Reply
We'd like very much if you disabled or sunk the Binarian capital ships.

~VMS Swift Justice

Outside Coastal Defense Range, Waters South of Krhaus
Having pursued the Toopoxican Fleet without success, the time for the Wagdian Fourteenth Fleet to challenge the enemy was at hand. After landing briefly to refuel, the two-thousand Cardinals again took to the air; each armed with two wingtip R-73EM Archer dogfight missiles, six R-27AE Alamo-E active-radar BVR missiles underwing plus six more R-27ET Alamo-D heat-seeking BVR missiles on underfuselage hardpoints, two Kh-31P Krypton HARMs for self-defense antiradar work slung under the engines, and a centerline fuel tank to extend flight time. Hence, both SAM sites and fighters would have to fear this offensive sweep; intended to clear the skies for the Binarians landing nearby. Closing rapidly on what the various Sea Lord combined AWACS/ASW choppers and carrier radar indicated were Toopoxican CAP patterns, all systems on the Candrian-built fighters going passive with radars powered down and relying on AWACS/ship-radar datalinks as well as their full-coverage passive-detection systems, the challenge was restated and the gauntlet thrown down; if Wagdog had its way, the skies over Gallia would belong to the Prussians and GUSN soon enough...

So as to reduce the air defenses' capabilities and numbers, thus making the coming mass-furball easier on the Wagdians' massed Cardinal sweep from a combined-arms perspective, the surface ships again fired another wave of Kh-555 cruise missiles from their submerged torpedo tubes; this time blast-warhead variants homing in on the foremost OBSAT-spotted SAM sites using GPS feeds and terrain-matching navigation, while the submunition-dispenser versions homed in on various open artillery or troop or vehicle concentrations situated to reinforce the beach, and while the penetrator versions went for what P-500 silos they could. It was uncertain whether more could be sent, so the hull torpedo tubes from which these missiles fired, and with which Wagdog insisted its ships be armed so as to save VLS space for antishipping and antiaircraft missiles as well as confer fair ASW capabilities in the bargain, were to be reloaded with Skhval supercavitating torpedoes and Vodopad ASW missiles instead just as soon as the last cruise missiles were aloft. This all just in case any enemy submarines decided to 'interfere' with the landings near Krhaus, which Wagdog would join as well; both Rosdivanian Rufous-ER and Vetakan Fenix antiship missiles being available to counter any nosy surface fleets deciding to mess with Fourteenth Fleet's siege of the area.

As the Aleksandrova class heavy LCACs began to load up within the supercarriers' well decks, the five Bear class assault ships also came alive. One-thousand Ki-1TVK assault choppers began loading up with as-many six-man commando teams; while the SH-35 Seahawk marine attack choppers armed themselves with Hellfire and Brimstone missiles, Hydra rocket pods and Python 4 AAMs to equip for their coming interdiction runs against enemy troops opposing the coming SOF raids on Toopoxian coastal defenses. These raids were still slightly off in the future, timed to coincide with the Binarian and Wagdian landings proper, but nonetheless one had to prepare right away in order to do such things properly. And rest assured, Wagdog made quite sure to do such things properly; always...

OOC: Ok, here's what's inbound to challenge the Operation Red Rescue air power and Colonial Air Forces (assuming they're still separate forces)...
-2000 FA-15E Cardinals, closing at Mach 1.2 supercruise speed and armed to the teeth as indicated for both air combat and self-defense strikes against SAMs. Though not detailed IC, another 500 Cardinals are maintaining fleet air defense patrols in an arc broadly south and east of my fleet as before, with the two antiradar missiles swapped out for two license-built Vetakan Fenix antiship missiles. All are relying on passive-detection (IRST and RWR) systems of some 25km range, although with AWACS or shipborne-radars linked in (as they are) they can switch to radar detection and long-range engagement easily enough.
-530 Kh-555 Cruise Missiles; 30 penetrator-warhead versions inbound on P-500 missile silos launched from my battleships, while 250 each of submunition and blast warhead versions go for reinforcement columns and SAM sites respectively.

Secret Transmission to Government of Viston, Encryped Message

I see that you have shown your true colors. Our forces will willingly take your soldiers, teach them the ways of the Death Watch, and have them fight in the name of the Corporate Alliance. We are sending a few ships to your nation under the Maldorians flag to pick your men up for 'training' exercises.

-Overlord Viszla.
Supreme Ruler of the Death Watch.

End

Secret Transmission to Government of Viston, Encryped Message

I see that you have shown your true colors. Our forces will willingly take your soldiers, teach them the ways of the Death Watch, and have them fight in the name of the Corporate Alliance. We are sending a few ships to your nation under the Maldorians flag to pick your men up for 'training' exercises.

-Overlord Viszla.
Supreme Ruler of the Death Watch.

End

Secret Message Sent to Overlord Viszla. Encrypted Reply

I can't stand watching our Corporate Alliance comrades being massarced. Before we send you the troops, however, we are going to make sure that our soldier's patches are stripped off and paperwork concerning Viston is burnt. It is important for this mission to be kept secret. Hopefully, our 'training' exercise will be a success.

Sincerely,
Viston Defense Network

After the slaughter of the first VISA fleet, the second and third and fourth fleets arrived, intent on destroying all of the Kampferian forces in retaliation. Stationed about 100 nm off the northeast coast of Gallia, they were quickly able to find the Kampferian fleet.

Admirals Ozeel and Piet, the commanders for the combined fleet, consulted with the various officers in the VISA Aircraft Carrier Swift Justice.

"Where are they?" asked Ozeel.

"Roughly 50 nm off the starboard bow. They don't seem to be alerted to our prescence. Is there fog out?" asked an officer.

"Maybe. How strong are they?"

"We count forty-eight vessels, mostly subs."

"Well, I'm not going to try a trick with supersonic interceptors like The Admiral. How's our fleet?"

"They're making haste to a fleet of Toopoxican ships. They seem to intend to join them."

"Good."

"Hold here," said Admiral Piet.

"Yes, we should remain here and try to stay silent. Except for the 212s. They have the cover of silent running." said Admiral Ozeel.

"Hmm. We should deploy them. They will be able to sneak up on the enemy and destroy a lot of them. And after that, the Alfas can move in at high speed from far behind."

"Do it."

Near the Kampferian fleet

Twelve 212 submarines moved towards the fleet using their hard-to-detect fuel cell engines. Once they were in firing range, they each fired six Mark 48 Torpedoes at various submarines, sending some seventy-two torpedoes screaming towards the submarines. Moments later, twelve Alfa submarines sped towards the Kampfers submarines at 30 knots and fired 72 Bladerrunner torpedoes. All thee subs bottomed in order to avoid any last-minute counterattacks.

And if all that didn't sink the fleet, then the surface vessels had some surprises for them.

Flight Deck, VMS Swift Justice

Ten CH-53 helicopters sat on the deck of the aircraft carrier. They each carried two Mark 48 Torpedoes. They were ready to takeoff at a moment's notice, their engines idling.


OOC: Fluid Timish, there are some issues here, but w/e. You must of forgotten my subs still on the surface :D

6700 Rufous missiles left (my reference)

IC:


Aboard the head Kampferian submarine, alarms wailed and red lights flashed. The captain turned to his first mate. "How long until impact?"

Checking the incoming mass of torpedos breifly, the first mate replied. "Impact in 15 seconds."

"SHIT! Goddam it, whadda we do?" The captain cried out wistfully.

"Impact in 10... 9..." the first mate began counting down.

"Goddam it, all Nautilus subs, Plunge manuever, now!" He flipped the switch to turn off the radio, and slammed his fist down on the emergency "plunge" button. The plunge manuever had been created by daring Kampferian submariners. It only worked on the Nautilus subs, and it was very risky. However, faced with the loss of life either way, this way was the only option. Almost immediately, the secondary hatch doors slammed closed. Then, the first hach doors shot open, allowing a jet of water to fill the hatches. With the added weight in the large hatches, the submarine began to drop rapidly.

"Deploy countermeasures now!" With that, the torpedo countermeasures came out of the Nautilus subs. The countermeasures took the place of the old subs, and the subs sank rapidly.

The first set of torpedos went straight into the countermeasures. The plan had worked, but not to perfection. Aboard one sub, the secondary doors had not fully shut, and water was now pouring into the sub. The sub sank like a rock, drowning the men inside. Another sub did not sink fast enough, and the explosion of the torpedo above it was large enough to destroy it as well.

Back aboard the lead Nautilus, there was more trouble. "Sir, large numbers of submarines ahead of us! They must have bottomed out!"

The captain did not hesitate. "Well if we don't do anything we're sitting ducks! With all this water in us we can't even go half as fast as we used to be able to go! Each of us has 8 torpedo tubes in the front! Give em hell!" With that, a barrage was unleashed from the remaining Nautilus subs. 48 torpedos now streamed towards the bottomed out subs.

However, the fight was not over. More torpedos were aimed at the submarines. Aboard the KS Reaper, a Dolphin class submarine, Captain Jimbo saw the advancing rain of torpedos. "If we don't do anything, this will take out the whole fleet! Hunter Class and Derelict Class subs, activate Dr. Hell! Dolphin Subs, Sacrifice manuever!" It was an honorable thing, to die for ones country. With that command, the Dolphin subs swung in front of the Hunter Class and Derelict class subs. Absorbing the blows, all Dolphin Class subs sunk. A number of torpedos did leak through though. However, the Dr. Hell systems took care of some of them. Three torpedos struck one of the Derelict class subs. Its hull was smashed, and it slowly sank, leaving behind a trail of men who had been topside. 2 Hunter Class subs were also destroyed.

Immediately upon surviving these blows, the Hunter submarines surfaced, unleashing a barrage of Rufous Missiles with all their might. They, who had not fired in the previous fight, emptied their VLS cells. In total, that was 6,400 Rufous missiles now heading towards the Visa fleet, with the Carriers as their primary target (and SDs if you have them).


Meanwhile, the Derelict classes had launched most of their aircraft. Now in the air were 140 F-19 Knights modified for Derelict launch. They too shot over at the Visa Fleet, though not at the same speed as the Rufous's. They would clean up the remnants.

Kampfers Stadt, Kampfers

Back at Kampferian High Command, Fuhrer Richtoff was watching the fight play out. He saw his ailing subs and that the tide of the battle was turning. "Well, we might take care of Visa's fleet, but that new Confederate fleet is killing our allies! I authorize the use of god rod technology. Take out that SD!"

In space, the satellite heard its call. It homed in on the Confederate SD, and came rocketing down from above. Taking it out would once again shift the tide in favor of the NPE, and the god rod was designed to do exactly that.

OOC: Sorry for the rush at the end, I had a lot more planned, woulda made it cooler and shit, but I have to go help a friend on his eagle scout project.

Operation Hydra Naval Taskforce, Heading Towards Krhaus

The large naval force had left from its designated grouping position just a short moment ago, it had been a rush to get the units online and most of the vessels had been absorbed from other taskforces in the area, the major mainstay of the force being the large and deadly swarm of 900 P22 Fighters.
IncentSpy Satellites had picked up the attempted landing by binarian forces, foolish at best, and the cover provided by the Wagdog force, with the combined air strength of the three taskforces the air would be filled with around 1,500 Toopoxican fighters each following different orders, this war could be won or lost on this battle, it all hinged on whether the other taskforces would realise to launch their jets as the Hydra Taskforce had done.

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Operation Red Rescue/Colonial Air Force, Krhaus, Prushtya, Prolestia

The Allied forces had detected the landing and the covering operation by the Wagdogs, they too would need to provide their own interception and they would need to do it as one, permission had been wearily surrendered to the Red Rescue Commander who controlled the skies.
IndentEven if he lost, Commander Demhau, would be garunteed fame for this action, whilst the Hydra force took the enemy on from the South, the Reds would deny them the ability to push forwards, covered by DEW weapons from the ground and THEL's surrounding the city the Toopoxican force slowly entered the air, this would become akin to their last stand.

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Operation Red Rescue First Foreign Assault Division, Krhaus Regional Command Center

"Okay." The Commander rubbed his chin gently, "I want the BIO teams to redeploy here, AdCam enabled, the Binarians will have to pass through here to get to Krhaus." The Commander was pointing at a thin forest just South of the City, "They are deploy CK canisters ready for a push by the TERO Units, once the canisters have been deployed all BIO's should remain in the area just North." He pointed further towards the City on the map, "Scout out and paint as many targets as possible, if there are any survivors they'll come under the curtain of Artillery we have in the City."
IndentThe Commander stared intently at the map as his orders were relayed to the various fire-teams and regiments responsible, the BIO team leapt onto the transport trucks which would take them slightly closer to the target, once about a mile away they would leap out and switch on their Adaptive Camouflage, it kept them relativly hidden amongst the brush whilst they lay canisters of highly potent gas under the bushes of the forest.

(OOC: Okay, AdCam, works a lot better than normal Cam but not perfectly, CK gas, a terrifying Nerve gas which penetrates the filters on gas masks, TERO units, air tight suits with enough oxygen to last for 12 hours of combat, BIO unit, direct uplink to OBSAT, control 3 remote camera devices and one subservient animal equipped witha laser sight and a camera, this is either real tech or based off thereof...)

(OOC: As me and Blackhelm have already discussed how this post is going to go, I'm going to explain it myself)


IC:


The Griffincrest launched Khans were picked off left and right by the Wanderjarian Anti-Ballistics Missiles, and many more were destroyed by the Wanderjarian laser defenses within the fleet. However, the sheer mass of them prevented the entirity of them to be destroyed, leaving a total of fifty massive screaming warheads to decend upon the Wanderjarian ships.


"Shit!" The RADAR Operator called. "I've got fifty bogeys incoming!"

"Brace for impact, everyone!" the Ship's captain bellowed. "Their coming our way." And they were. The Kirov class battlecruiser was hit aft by several missiles, ripping it apart completely and sending a massive ball of fire shooting into the darkenening sky. The sick smell of oil filled the air as black smoke rose high into the already smoke filled sky, hanging over as though the clouds of hell had risen from the depths to consume the earth.

Several other Kirov's and New Socialism Battleships were hit, being less of a priority for defense than the CV or the Hood. These fell with glory though, the survivors immediately being rescued by nearby ships.


The Wanderjarian Admiral watched the destroyed ships with pain. Those were his men who were dying out there, and by God they would not die in vain.

"Alright, the GC Forces are still out of range for our guns correct?" He asked to noone inparticular.

"Yes sir," Replied the Weapons Officer.

"Very well then. Continue hitting the Toopoxian fleet. Kill them all. Once we've done this, have all Prussian Empire forces land on the Gallirian Coast and advance. Afterwards we'll engage the fleets from Blackhelm. How far away is Battlefleet Wanderjar?"

"Still several hours out sir."

"Ok, we just need to hold on for a few hours more."

OOC: Ok, here's what's inbound to challenge the Operation Red Rescue air power and Colonial Air Forces (assuming they're still separate forces)...
-2000 FA-15E Cardinals, closing at Mach 1.2 supercruise speed and armed to the teeth as indicated for both air combat and self-defense strikes against SAMs. Though not detailed IC, another 500 Cardinals are maintaining fleet air defense patrols in an arc broadly south and east of my fleet as before, with the two antiradar missiles swapped out for two license-built Vetakan Fenix antiship missiles. All are relying on passive-detection (IRST and RWR) systems of some 25km range, although with AWACS or shipborne-radars linked in (as they are) they can switch to radar detection and long-range engagement easily enough.
-530 Kh-555 Cruise Missiles; 30 penetrator-warhead versions inbound on P-500 missile silos launched from my battleships, while 250 each of submunition and blast warhead versions go for reinforcement columns and SAM sites respectively.

The mobile antiaircraft units that were being moved in via airlift found themselves useful. The sky along the coastline lit up as thousands of antiaircraft guns began to fire at the cruise missiles, along with hundreds of SAMs moving up. And this was just the Republican reaction to the Cruise missiles. They watched as the Toopoxians retaliated.

On the ground, 320 Moskits left their mobile launchers and headed toward the Wagdog fleet to retaliate for the enemy attack. Meanwhile, Lt. Gen Poison was hearing stories of some sort of 'Chimera' that was going to be set up very shortly, and bring to bear the newest weapon in the CA arsenal.

The Griffncrest fleet was still far out of range of both the Binarian and Wanderjarian fleets, and stopped their advance when they saw they enemy fleets closing. It would be quite some time for the Prussian fleets to cross the 800 kilometers from their positions to those of the Griffincrest fleet, and the gap would soon be widened as the Griffincrest vessels began moving rearwards, hoping to draw the Binarians even further away from the rest of their allies, and thus away from the protective CIWS shield.

At a time deemed sufficient by Admiral Ironclaw, when the Binarian fleet far enough away from their friends yet still well out of firing frange of the Corporate vessels, the order was given to fire another salvo of Khan missiles at them. Their fleet, now weakend and lacking the CIWS it had previously, a consequence of losing ships, and having the Thunder Hound badly weakened, meaning that it was likely that full power was not given to the ship and so they would be less quick to react, would soon experience another barrage, this time of three hundred Khans.

Just as they were about to fire, however, thousands of tiny metal fragments began to shower the fleet, killing and wounding several sailors on deck, unprepared for what was falling on them. These twelve sailors would be the first Griffincrest casualties of the war here.

"What the hell is that, I want a report immediatly" Ironclaw ordered to one of his lackeys, who soon came back with a report that it was once a godrod, targeted for the Luxuria, however the Griffincrest space fleet had been monitoring all NPE satelites for just such an event and destroyed it shortly after launch.

Ironclaw was in shock "...a godrod..they have just brought this conflict to a new level....order the fleet to bombard the Kampferian homeland, and issue a total war on their satelites. Leave the rest, only Kampferian assets are to be attacked."

And with that order, hundreds of Godrods began to fall upon the capitol city of Kampfers. Orbital war was one thing that Griffincrest was quite good at, and its fleet of solar sailors was well versed in its tactics. Dozens of the solar sailors soon began appearing, as well as missile satelites, and they all began targetting the Kampferian satelites indiscriminantly, regardless if it was a military, intelligence, or television satelite. The Kampferians would soon regret ever sending god rods towards the Griffincrest fleet.

The mobile antiaircraft units that were being moved in via airlift found themselves useful. The sky along the coastline lit up as thousands of antiaircraft guns began to fire at the cruise missiles, along with hundreds of SAMs moving up. And this was just the Republican reaction to the Cruise missiles. They watched as the Toopoxians retaliated.

On the ground, 320 Moskits left their mobile launchers and headed toward the Wagdog fleet to retaliate for the enemy attack. Meanwhile, Lt. Gen Poison was hearing stories of some sort of 'Chimera' that was going to be set up very shortly, and bring to bear the newest weapon in the CA arsenal.

OOC; what about my shelling of that part of the beach?

VISA Fleet

"Sirs, there a hell of a lot of anti-shipping missiles head towards us."

"Hmm... time to test the new weapons. Are the Airborne Lasers airborne?"

"Yes."

"Good. Activate all Phalanx, Goalkeeper and Kashtan CIWS, Deploy chaff, begin ECM and activate the THEL and point defense systems. Put all ECW and HELLADS planes in the air. Fire all ESSMs. This should slow them down."

High above in the skies, three YAL-1s turned towards the swarm of missiles and activated their lasers, nine in all. They starting picking off the tons of missiles.

On the sea below, the skies lit up with green and read light as even more THELs fired. Bits of chaff blew everywhere as missiles flew into them. Phalanx and Goalkeepers lit up, blowing whatever they could apart. Kashtan missiles screamed towards the Rufous missiles and lit up in a fiery death. The Radar ECW activated, and many of the closer missiles lost their guidance and flew in confused directions. Fighter planes with lasers, either built in or juryrigged, did their best to extinguish the panic-inducing projectiles.

The YAL-1s beamed away at the missiles nearest the fleet. The THELs did the same. The seas were quickly filling up with lead and missiles.

"How many missiles left?!" Admiral Ozeel screamed. Hearing was difficult.

'"ABOUT TWO THOUSAND, SIR!" The noise dropped sharply, allowing normal speak.

"We knocked down that many missiles? Those lasers react quickly!"

"That's what they're designed to do."

"But there's still a thousand, and many CIWS are reloading."

"Shit."

The admirals looked out of the starboard windows of the bridge, where a line of missiles were coming in. From there, there was the starboard line of the third fleet, which was the admiral's fleet. Past that was the second fleet, encompassing three aircraft carriers and their respective battlegroups.

"Well, at least the missiles will hit most of the Second Fleet."

And so they did. The second fleet sank to the bottom.

"How many now?"

"About five hundred. The second fleet took most of it with them. All the aircraft carriers broke up into several pieces."

The five hundred missiles streamed towards the

[Continued] Third fleet and annihilated the aircraft carriers and their battlegroups.

Everyone on the Bridge of the VMS Swift Justice was killed instantly.

The fourth fleet was luckier.

"Captain, multiple bogeys inbound."

"Do we still have SAMs? Are the CIWS reloaded?"

"Yes and yes."

"Scramble all fighters. This is gonna be a hell of a dogfight."

Ninety F-35s climbed into the skies, as did ninety F-22s. The next carriers launched F/A-18-Fs. Some 360 aircraft were in the sky.

The assault ships launched 360 more F-35Bs and 180 AH-1Z Cobra Zulus. Then the ships fired SAMs. 580 AMRAAMs, ESSMs and PATRIOTs screamed towards the F-19s. The 900 aircraft in the sky flew at the F-19s and fired their AIM-9s and AIM-120s. The F-19s were more than dead.

VISA Submarines

"Captain, torpedoes incoming."

"All ships, emergency blow, countermeasures, jamming, NOW!"

All the submarines quickly shot up to the surface while dropping dust and chaff. Thirty of the Alfas, however, did not have radar jammers and sunk.

"Those bastards will pay! Bladerrunners in the Alfas! 48s in the 212s! Fire! Now!"

108 Mark 48 torpedoes and 45 Bladerunner torpedoes streamed towards the Kampferian subs. They wanted those Hunters dead.

VISA Fourth Fleet, VMS Avenger

"Weapons Officer?"

"Yes?"

"Prepare the Chimera."

[Continued] Third fleet and annihilated the aircraft carriers and their battlegroups.

Everyone on the Bridge of the VMS Swift Justice was killed instantly.

The fourth fleet was luckier.

"Captain, multiple bogeys inbound."

"Do we still have SAMs? Are the CIWS reloaded?"

"Yes and yes."

"Scramble all fighters. This is gonna be a hell of a dogfight."

Ninety F-35s climbed into the skies, as did ninety F-22s. The next carriers launched F/A-18-Fs. Some 360 aircraft were in the sky.

The assault ships launched 360 more F-35Bs and 180 AH-1Z Cobra Zulus. Then the ships fired SAMs. 580 AMRAAMs, ESSMs and PATRIOTs screamed towards the F-19s. The 900 aircraft in the sky flew at the F-19s and fired their AIM-9s and AIM-120s. The F-19s were more than dead.

VISA Submarines

"Captain, torpedoes incoming."

"All ships, emergency blow, countermeasures, jamming, NOW!"

All the submarines quickly shot up to the surface while dropping dust and chaff. Thirty of the Alfas, however, did not have radar jammers and sunk.

"Those bastards will pay! Bladerrunners in the Alfas! 48s in the 212s! Fire! Now!"

108 Mark 48 torpedoes and 45 Bladerunner torpedoes streamed towards the Kampferian subs. They wanted those Hunters dead.

VISA Fourth Fleet, VMS Avenger

"Weapons Officer?"

"Yes?"

"Prepare the Chimera."



"Squadron Leader this is Red Flight Five over," The pilot said over the communications systems to his flight leader. Flying the Su-47 Berkut, and running air superiority runs over the fleet, he had noticed a large number of enemy aircraft launching from the VISA fleet from his RADAR systems.

"Squadron Six I copy."

"We have a lot of bogeys coming out of that VISA Corps fleet. We need to engage."

"Roger that. Select targets and fire at will. Beyond visual range, gentlemen, is a bee-u-tee-full thing." He added with a chuckle. Soon, hundreds of Air to Air missiles were being launched at the enemy aircraft. If this didn't kill them, they'd move in closer to kill them with their cannons. No Visa Corp aircraft would survive this day.

Skies South of Krhaus/Prolestia/Prushtya Area...
Major Ronald Drels couldn't help but marvel at the scene. 2500 FA-15E Cardinals on what looks like some 900 P-22s, with hundreds more taking off every minute from the ground? Interesting. Still on our side in terms of odds, but interesting... The orders from Fourteenth Fleet Air Commander Rear Admiral Nandotha echoed across the various fighters' intercoms.

"Be advised; multiple enemy fighter swarms are inbound on your position, both airborne and launching. Act by initiative and deal with the threat as it evolves; make sure to keep the fight on your terms though. Good hunting." The Admiral's hopeful tone indicated that he felt the odds here were good; although all the same reports had yet to come in of damage against the enemy air defenses yet. All the more reason to keep this a BVR fight... His thoughts ran to the obvious necessities, of course.

"You heard the Old Man; light 'em up and hit 'em in the teeth!" With that, Major Drels and two-and-a-half thousand other pilots turned on their powerful Candrian-made radar sets and locked up as many Toopoxican fighters as they could, the initiative remaining theirs thanks to their previous radar-off approach not giving away their presence too greatly. Once six fighters per Cardinal were locked up, whether taking off from the ground or else in the oncoming Hydra force, six active-homing R-27AE Alamo-E radar-guided missiles leapt from the Cardinals' underwing pylons and streaked off; there surely being a good deal of overlap between various fighters' targeting patterns, thus raising the odds of success in this missile run.

"Roger that VMFW-14, MAJOR Fox Three barrage inbound on all enemy contacts; good work. Recommend passive-engagement at own discretion by squadron and flight. Over?" The radar controller on the flagship carrier UWS General Cintra, Lieutenant-Commander Jennifer Davis, saw the outlines of the battle. So far, things looked good for the GUSN/NPE team...

"Roger that beautiful," Major Drels didn't need telling twice, nor would his own ten-ship squadron whatever the case with the other two-hundred-and-fifty odd squadrons aloft. "You heard her boys; go passive again, break hard to starboard and push to 'burner. We're taking it around to try dodging their return shots from abeam, then pushing back in at high Mach to smack 'em in the butts with our other big sticks before going home." He referring of course to the long-range heat seekers, the R-27ET Alamo-Ds, which combined with the MOTS optical/laser/IR targeting system on the Cardinals' nose- and tail-cones allowed totally passive engagements from all aspects and up to twenty-five kilometers away or more. "And... BREAK!"

The massive formation of twenty-five-hundred Cardinals thus split in half after firing their active-radar missiles at their chosen targets, one erring just north at Mach 1.2 supercruise to sweep to one flank of the Hydra fighter force while the other made a lazy loop south at 1.7 Mach to both sweep farther and also take the enemy from a somewhat better rear aspect. Radars were again operating in low-power mode, datalinks from various radar sources providing the needed situational awareness and the MOTS systems providing the targeting needs. That is, once the enemy's inevitable counterstroke was dodged...

Below, the naval battle was starting to take shape. Rather than wait for the Toopoxicans to shoot first, the Wagdian Fourteenth Fleet fired off some three-hundred extended-range Rufous antiship missiles; the carriers emptying their thirty tubes each so as not to tempt being drawn into a close-range fight against their nature, whilst the battleships and cruisers each sent out some five of their ten Rufous apiece keeping a reserve in for other engagements as needed. These anti-supercapital munitions were inbound on the Toopoxian fleet generally, but especially so the battleships and supercarriers. To handle the various escorts, the 25 Wagdian submarines taking picket screen to the east of the fleet each loosed six UGST 533mm homing torpedoes in distributed spreads, aiming to blast at those particular escorts situated between the Rufous barrage and the target capital ships of the enemy. After this, all each sub would have would be their Shkval defensive torps and Vodopad ASW missiles; hopefully it would prove a wise investment, especially should the Kampferian fleet be able to close in for any kill somehow not made by this attack...

Of course, these blows weren't made without price. The three-hundred-and-twenty Moskits did some damage, the sixty-four survivors that pierced Foureenth Fleet's various defenses sinking some twenty-seven Wagdian destroyers and leaving eight more effectively-crippled along with disabling several gun turrets across some nine cruisers, but the S-400 missile systems aboard the battleships and cruisers combined with the shorter-ranged Klinok systems of the destroyers and all ships' Kashtan gun/missile CIWS had ultimately proven their worth when combined. So far...

"Flight! Flight! This is command, change of plans, pull off your attack!!!" The Jets were just coming with missile lock of the enemy force They pulled up dramatically realising their being tailed by enemy missiles, they had to turn quickly back towards their respective airfields or Carriers, the enemy missiles following them, the ground AA weapons had began to open fire on the enemy force launching as many missiles and bullets at the enemy.

(OOC: Better post to come, It's really really hot over here and despite having the fan set to full I'm having difficulty in remaining concious)

Lt. General Jack Poison sat in his chair, listening to various radio feeds. The situation was frantic, and the Corporate Alliance was making steady progress. But on the ground, men and equipment were getting lost. A group of outdated Exocet Missileers had launched on a friendly Coast Guard Cutter but were able to abort the launch.

He wrote -4 on a wall listening just how many missiles he had. He then noticed one of his aides wrote 'Chimera' on the wall next to the Khan. He got out from his desk to follow that man to see what he was doing. He left the tent and got a glimpse of what it was.

The assistant turned around and the faced the stunned commander. Lt. Gen. Poison stared at the camouflaged missiles and the tracked platform it was on. Three each in a triangular set up. Each one was over 12 meters long and appeared to be a multistage missile. The assistant, a Colonel pulled out some documentation.

"Sir, this is our new medium range boomer fish."

Lt. General Poison stared at the man incredulously. A 'Boomer Fish' was a Quasiballistic Missile like the Khan used to take out ships. And he had never heard of this 'Chimera'.

"This is the Chimera Quasiballistic Hypersonic Antishipping Missile (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=12890232&postcount=576)."

Lt. Gen Poison just touched the side of the missile, and read an unfamiliar name.

"We just got a few hundred of these, the troops are calling them Mini-Khans. We have the ability to strike at Mach 10 at a range of 300 kilometers."

Now Lt. Gen. Poison was impressed. That was nearly triple the range of his other missiles, and it was range he sorely needed. The Binarian bombardment of the shoreline had resulted in a few dozen losses and more importantly, a lot of Moskit launchers. He wanted to see them in combat.

"Colonel, you have authorization to move to an area 20 kilometers from here we are using as a fallback zone. There you will have the range to hit the Binarian Fleet. We need to pay them back for a few Moskits."

"Yes sir!"

The launchers were set up well out of range of Binarian guns, near a Toopoxian SAM site that was being reinforced with Republican sets. And they fired, 90 of the new Chimeras, at the various ships and more importantly, a third of them, was heading straight for the Thunder Hound.

Encrypted Message to Allies

We are sending another 108 ship fleet just like the previous one.

We will also be sending five Super Dreadnaughts and their battlegroups.

All in all, about 300 ships will be coming to your aid. We will also airlift in supplies and ground SAM emplacements very soon.

You will also find a fleet of ten Tu-160s will be arriving shortly. They have been outfitted with a special assembly to launch Chimeras from the air.


500km from the Binarian Fleet

Five Tu-160s, each carrying five Chimeras, streamed across the sky and launched all their payload before quickly pulling up to avoid the blast. The Chimeras sped towards their targets, eventually reaching the last stage at about 50km from the fleet and hitting Mach 10.

Elsewhere
Fifty An-70s, one hundred C-5s and fifty C-130s took off from a classified location, carrying arms supplied to the Corporate Alliance. The flew from the west towards the northwest end of Gallia and landed, unloading their top-secret cargo.

Minutes later, five hundred portable SAM and Chimera launchers were deployed along the east coast of Gallia.

Command Bridge of the DWS Injustice

"Enemy fleet in contact!" yelled a Death Watch officer while running into the command bridge.

"Excellent! Which fleet is it?" Death General Mereel replied, while checking their position on the map.

"It appears to be the Binarian fleet." commented a different officer.

"Now is our time to strike. Send these idiots to the bottom of the ocean."

Flight Deck of the Carriers

Alarms blared on the 5 carriers as pilots scurried left and right hopping into their aircraft. Now hear this, all men man your battlestations. This is not a drill. I repeat this is not a drill.

F/A-18 Hornets were the first to take off, making sure to secure the skies from any enemy Binarian aircraft. After them were the SH-60 Seahawk's. Their mission was to clear the waters from any Binarian subs that were to attempt to engage the Death Watch fleet. After deploying Sonobuoy's in the water, the enemy subs were bait for the helicopters. A few rounds of Mark 50 torpedo's would finish the subs.

Throughout the Death Watch fleet

Battleships and Guided-Missile Destroyer's alike rained death upon the Binarians as the Death Watch ships fired round after round at the enemy ships.

Command Bridge of the DWS Injustice

"Enemy fleet in contact!" yelled a Death Watch officer while running into the command bridge.

"Excellent! Which fleet is it?" Death General Mereel replied, while checking their position on the map.

"It appears to be the Binarian fleet." commented a different officer.

"Now is our time to strike. Send these idiots to the bottom of the ocean."

Flight Deck of the Carriers

Alarms blared on the 5 carriers as pilots scurried left and right hopping into their aircraft. Now hear this, all men man your battlestations. This is not a drill. I repeat this is not a drill.

F/A-18 Hornets were the first to take off, making sure to secure the skies from any enemy Binarian aircraft. After them were the SH-60 Seahawk's. Their mission was to clear the waters from any Binarian subs that were to attempt to engage the Death Watch fleet. After deploying Sonobuoy's in the water, the enemy subs were bait for the helicopters. A few rounds of Mark 50 torpedo's would finish the subs.

Throughout the Death Watch fleet

Battleships and Guided-Missile Destroyer's alike rained death upon the Binarians as the Death Watch ships fired round after round at the enemy ships.


These ships, which were traitors to the Prussian Empire, were marked for immediate and merciless death, and as they arrived, so did the massive Battlefleet Wanderjar.

The vast fleet engaged these ships with everything, missiles initially, and ultimately when they got closer, would engage in a slugging match with cannons. Aircraft sped from the numerous aircraft carriers, hundreds of Su-47 Berkuts, F-99s and F-88 Bombers would create hell amongst these traitorous people. Any request for mercy would be ignored.



(OOC: Crappy post I know.

Heres the ships for Battlefleet Wanderjar:

7x Nimitz Class CVs
5x Admiral Kuznetsov CVs
80x Kirov Class Battlecruisers
10x Argentine class Galleon Anti-Super Dreadnought ships
80x Cartagena SSNs
100x Sovremenny class destroyers
100x New Socialism Class Battleships
46x AEGIS Cruisers

The next fleet of 108 ships arrived, about 300 km away from the Wanderjar fleet.

In turn, the massive Super Dreadnaught battlegroups arrived. The SDs, VISA's finest homemade ships, the Chupacabra class, moved towards the Wanderjar fleet, about 350 km off.

Meanwhile, the original five Tu-160s had been refueled and rearmed, as well as thirty-five more Tu-160s. They all departed and dropped their payload of five Chimeras each onto the Wanderjar fleet, hoping to catch them by surprise. Two hundered Chimeras acquired their targets and engaged, hitting Mach 10.

From a distance, the hundred and eight ships fired a total of 1,200 Chimeras at the Wanderjar fleet.

OOC: and the new order of battle.
108-ship fleet:
9 Nimitz-class Aircraft Carriers
9 Wasp-class Amphibious Assault Ships
12 Type 212 Attack Subs
15 Alfa-class Attack Subs
18 Zumwalt-class Guided Missile Destroyers
27 CG(X) Guided Missile Cruisers
9 Perry-class Frigates
9 Milgem-class Corvettes

SuperDreadnaught Battlegroups:
3 Chupacabra-class SuperDreadnaughts
3 Invincible-class Light Carriers
27 Alfa-class Attack Subs
6 Zumwalt Guided Missile Destroyers
12 CG(X) Guided Missile Cruisers
18 K130 Corvettes

Encrypted Message to Allies

We're sending in even more ships. Another three more Superdreadnaught battlegroups, and another 108-ship fleet, which we are now dubbing "The Force".

And more bombers yet.

Encrypted Message to Allies

We're sending in even more ships. Another three more Superdreadnaught battlegroups, and another 108-ship fleet, which we are now dubbing "The Force".

And more bombers yet.


OOC: I'm pretty sure you cannot field that kind of force....considering what you've already pumped out I mean.

Behind Griffencrest Forces

Steaming from the Galation's Archipelago, was a small fleet from the Red Islands in support of their land operations. They were there to assist the Griffencrest Forces in providing a needed reinforcement against the enemy navies.

2x Forrestal class Aircraft Carriers
2x Refitted Iowa II's (VLS Iowas -1 Turret)
17x Alpha class Destroyers
12x Sovremenny class Destroyers
15x Kashin class Destroyers
12x Krivak class Frigates
15x Amur 950 class Submarines

The Refitted the Iowa's were the first to strike at long range. Their hacked on VLS batteries fired the Chimera, an unpleasent surprise for the enemy fleet, and it was targeted at the Wanderjarian Fleet's Aircraft Carriers.

140 Chimeras launched at the Wanderjarian Fleet.

OOC: Is Binary every going to respond or is he just going to disappear? That is why I changed targets.

A part of the people's navy was immediatly sent to help the wanderjar military against CA, 70 SOL missle frigates, 20 Kirov battleships, 2 carriars(the lenin, and Kash), 10 typhoon nuclear submarines.

The Binarian pickets disabled 15 of the Chimeras but the rest slammed into warships, sinking dozens. The Thounder Hound was set ablaze by the attack and was listing 25 degress. That is when the Griffncrest attack hit. The great Binarian ship was hit by dozens of missiles, one hitting the bridge and killing everyone on it. Thefire reach the forward magazine and the ship was blow to piece as the blast ripped open every blast door, until it reached the rearmagazine, which bent the keel down ward and the ship broke in half and began a swift bludge to the deep. The rest of fleet was damged, all that espaced this attack was a dozen ships, all heavily damaged. a signle Battleship was still a float, surrounded by burning hulks. Eight destroyers,and three missiles cruisers was all that was left. Captian Dale Patterson was on board the Battleship Selom the lead ship in its class.


Secure Transmission
To:Binarian Naval High Command
From: Captian Dale Petterson
Subject: Reinforcements

All thats left is a dozen ships, mine, three missile cruisers and eight destroyers. Requesting massive reinforcements. Advisement: They should be armed with more ship to ship missiles.

The remaining ships began to pull back at best speed towards the allied fleets.

A massive fleet was being assembled to avenege the Binarian dead.

OOC:

1st Combined fleet OoB
4x Thunder Hound class Superdreadnought
16x Harbinger Class Carrier
64x Selom class battleship
144x Dragon Class Destroyer
96x Storm Class Guided Missile Cruiser
250x Sword Class Corvette
total: 574 ships.

The North Calaveran Armada was on its way, but would take a little time to reach its destination.

Behind Griffencrest Forces

Steaming from the Galation's Archipelago, was a small fleet from the Red Islands in support of their land operations. They were there to assist the Griffencrest Forces in providing a needed reinforcement against the enemy navies.

2x Forrestal class Aircraft Carriers
2x Refitted Iowa II's (VLS Iowas -1 Turret)
17x Alpha class Destroyers
12x Sovremenny class Destroyers
15x Kashin class Destroyers
12x Krivak class Frigates
15x Amur 950 class Submarines

The Refitted the Iowa's were the first to strike at long range. Their hacked on VLS batteries fired the Chimera, an unpleasent surprise for the enemy fleet, and it was targeted at the Wanderjarian Fleet's Aircraft Carriers.

140 Chimeras launched at the Wanderjarian Fleet.

OOC: Is Binary every going to respond or is he just going to disappear? That is why I changed targets.


The now massive Wanderjarian Armada intercepted the entirity of the Leafanistani and VISA missiles with ease, using Anti-ballistics missiles and lasers in concert. Immediately afterwards they began returning fire with their own missiles and main guns, firing thousands upon thousands of missiles and shells, surely overwhelming the enemy with mass.

The Argentine Class Galleons targeted the VISA Corp Super Dreadnoughts as was their specialty, and the rest of the ships went from VISA and Leafanistani ships in general, looking to simply annihilate the fleets so that they could immediately land and liberate Galliria.

The Binarian pickets disabled 15 of the Chimeras but the rest slammed into warships, sinking dozens. The Thounder Hound was set ablaze by the attack and was listing 25 degress. That is when the Griffncrest attack hit. The great Binarian ship was hit by dozens of missiles, one hitting the bridge and killing everyone on it. Thefire reach the forward magazine and the ship was blow to piece as the blast ripped open every blast door, until it reached the rearmagazine, which bent the keel down ward and the ship broke in half and began a swift bludge to the deep. The rest of fleet was damged, all that espaced this attack was a dozen ships, all heavily damaged. a signle Battleship was still a float, surrounded by burning hulks. Eight destroyers,and three missiles cruisers was all that was left. Captian Dale Patterson was on board the Battleship Selom the lead ship in its class.



The remaining ships began to pull back at best speed towards the allied fleets.

A massive fleet was being assembled to avenege the Binarian dead.

OOC:

1st Combined fleet OoB
4x Thunder Hound class Superdreadnought
16x Harbinger Class Carrier
64x Selom class battleship
144x Dragon Class Destroyer
96x Storm Class Guided Missile Cruiser
250x Sword Class Corvette
total: 574 ships.

Lt. Gen. Poison heard the news from an observation satellite operated by the Griffencrest Corporation. His entire staff tent burst into cheers. The Binarian Fleet was retreating, but that also meant they would probably come back. He shouted at everyone to sit down, and shut up. And that noticeably dampened the mood. He explained his position and ordered his Tu-95s into the air to chase the remnants. He had to ensure as few of them survived as possible. Perhaps then he would send the message that Toopoxian affairs were private.

22 Chimeras launched at retreating ships.
3 Tu-95s to close in on enemy ships and fire their Chimeras.

Lt. Gen. Poison heard the news from an observation satellite operated by the Griffencrest Corporation. His entire staff tent burst into cheers. The Binarian Fleet was retreating, but that also meant they would probably come back. He shouted at everyone to sit down, and shut up. And that noticeably dampened the mood. He explained his position and ordered his Tu-95s into the air to chase the remnants. He had to ensure as few of them survived as possible. Perhaps then he would send the message that Toopoxian affairs were private.

22 Chimeras launched at retreating ships.
3 Tu-95s to close in on enemy ships and fire their Chimeras.



Several wings of Su-47 aircraft were dispatched from the recently arrived Carrier Vessels to dispatch these aircraft. As long as the Marine-Luftwaffe was in the sector, air superiority would be Wanderjarian. Hundreds of missiles were launched at them from beyond visual range, locking several missiles per enemy aircraft. No survivors would be permitted. Not this time.

Several wings of Su-47 aircraft were dispatched from the recently arrived Carrier Vessels to dispatch these aircraft. As long as the Marine-Luftwaffe was in the sector, air superiority would be Wanderjarian. Hundreds of missiles were launched at them from beyond visual range, locking several missiles per enemy aircraft. No survivors would be permitted. Not this time.

OOC: I could swear you are very far away on the map of Gallia.

IC: The Tu-95s had launched their missiles and were returning to base when news came of the enemy launch. They didn't have much time to react, and since they were such a small flight, the opted to do the safest thing.

They ejected, and let the planes take the hits.

Meanwhile on land, and at sea, the fleets decided now was the time to do a powerful strike. Lt. Gen. Poison knew that he had enough ammo to stockpile for a year of continuous firing, and that more was constantly on its way. He ordered that the priority be changed from the Binarian fleet retreating, to the Wandarjarian Fleet. He wanted a salvo type launch with missiles following each other to occupy their defenses with other things while the actual killpunch came in. He picked up a slide rule and did the math, he would have to stagger them well.

First from launchers all around the beaches, a massive launch of the more primative missiles they had were fired.

Donated from all over the CA, hundreds of Exocets, Harpoons, and Silkworms leapt at the enemy.

~3200 assorted (Exocets, Harpoons and Silkworms) missiles were the first into the air.

Then a few minutes later, another massive launch, this time of the thousands of Moskits and a few BrahMos missiles donated from CA nations.

3750 Moskit Supersonic AShMs
195 BrahMos Supersonic AShMs

They were timed to arrive as the Exocets, Harpoons and Silkworms reached the edge of the enemy's laser defenses and CIWS guns.

Finally, the Khans that they had stockpiled were going to be fired. Because of their tremendous speed, they too would arrive just behind the Exocets, Harpoons and Silkworms. Lt. Gen. Poison smirked as he read the note from the nation that had donated all those Khans. He could never acknowledge their sacrifice, but he knew they had done well.

He stared out at the fields of missiles they provided, they were rather far away, but due to their massive range, he could hit them from the other side of the world if he felt like it.

3500 Khan Hypersonic AShMs.

If his calculations were correct, the assorted launch should be highly visible, and the Moskits and BrahMos should be catching up to them. Finally the Khans were soaring into the air, to come back down to earth in a painful fashion. They were not the only ones who were able to release a giant mass of missiles.

[Continued] Third fleet and annihilated the aircraft carriers and their battlegroups.

Everyone on the Bridge of the VMS Swift Justice was killed instantly.

The fourth fleet was luckier.

"Captain, multiple bogeys inbound."

"Do we still have SAMs? Are the CIWS reloaded?"

"Yes and yes."

"Scramble all fighters. This is gonna be a hell of a dogfight."

Ninety F-35s climbed into the skies, as did ninety F-22s. The next carriers launched F/A-18-Fs. Some 360 aircraft were in the sky.

The assault ships launched 360 more F-35Bs and 180 AH-1Z Cobra Zulus. Then the ships fired SAMs. 580 AMRAAMs, ESSMs and PATRIOTs screamed towards the F-19s. The 900 aircraft in the sky flew at the F-19s and fired their AIM-9s and AIM-120s. The F-19s were more than dead.

VISA Submarines

"Captain, torpedoes incoming."

"All ships, emergency blow, countermeasures, jamming, NOW!"

All the submarines quickly shot up to the surface while dropping dust and chaff. Thirty of the Alfas, however, did not have radar jammers and sunk.

"Those bastards will pay! Bladerrunners in the Alfas! 48s in the 212s! Fire! Now!"

108 Mark 48 torpedoes and 45 Bladerunner torpedoes streamed towards the Kampferian subs. They wanted those Hunters dead.

VISA Fourth Fleet, VMS Avenger

"Weapons Officer?"

"Yes?"

"Prepare the Chimera."

OOC: I will respond to your subs, but I am ignoring the fighters. My planes would already be on you by the time you attempted to scramble fighters, so they would be shooting them down while still on the flight deck, blocking elevators and catapults. Your post is ridiculous, not to mention i hate laser wank, but whatever, for this RP I was doing it too. Anyways, I have decided not to do it in this post, and thus the losses of my submarines are maximized, when if I was wanking to the standard here, I could probably keep 90% of my subs alive. Sorry for this post not being great, I'm just getting a little angry, and its detracting from my performance.

IC:

The Kampferian Hunter subs were on a fast pace to leave the arena when the next stream of torpedos came in. They deployed countermeasures, but knew it might not be enough. Their rear torpedo tubes began firing as fast as possible. Explosions rocked the submarines. Out of the once proud group of Hunters, only 4 remained, and they continued firing torpedos. In all, the Hunter subs let loose 50 torpedos from their rear launchers.

The Derelict subs did not fare much better. Two sank straight away, and two more slowly sank.

In Gallian Waters
KS Treader

The captain of this derelict sub saw the torpedos coming, but he knew that sitting in his location, he was a sitting duck. The other Derelict subs had taken the brunt of the blow. The one torpedo to come near this derelict had exploded prematurely.

"Shit! I need a damage report now!" The captain screamed.

"Sir, we have a large hole in the port side. A hatches are filling rapidly and we cant expect to hold them" a crewman replied.

"Fuck! Shut the B hatches, and open the A hatches on the starboard side!" The ship began to keel dangerously over to the port. The crewman were able to accomplish their captains orders, however. "Thank god. We're waited down with water now, tell the crew to get topside and fire every damn weapon we have!" Water filled in the other hatches and blanced the tilt of the ship out.

With that, sailors went running topside, manning the weapons and firing upon any and all things hostile. Torpedos were being fired and the firestorm missile launchers were shooting full blast. The sub shot 8 torpedos, but more were always being reloaded.

OOC: So to recap, you sank a lot of my subs, but have 58 torpedos coming your way. I decided not to wank in this post, and I ignored your aircraft attack.

These ships, which were traitors to the Prussian Empire, were marked for immediate and merciless death, and as they arrived, so did the massive Battlefleet Wanderjar.

The vast fleet engaged these ships with everything, missiles initially, and ultimately when they got closer, would engage in a slugging match with cannons. Aircraft sped from the numerous aircraft carriers, hundreds of Su-47 Berkuts, F-99s and F-88 Bombers would create hell amongst these traitorous people. Any request for mercy would be ignored.


Command Bridge of the DWS Injustice

"Sir! The Binaran fleet has been defeated." commented one of the techs officer aboard the Death Watch ship.

"Excellent. This is great! Move towards Gallia to drop off the reinforcements!" Mereel replied. As Mereel as about to leave the bridge, sirens blarred and the Death General ran back to the Command Bridge. "What is it!?" he quickly asked while looking out the windows for anything suspicous.

"Wanderjar Fleet approaches, sir. What are your orders?"

"Give 'em blood and vinegar, boys! Leave none of those ships leaving alive." And with that Mereel left the bridge towards his chamber...

Death Watch Fleet

S-300 missile systems roared to life, hitting the Wanderjarian aircraft long before they would reach the Death Watch fleet. S-300 Missile systems also can target ballistic missiles, so some of the idle S-300's engaged the oncoming missiles. If, however, any craft were to get past the S-300's then Goalkeeper CIWS systems would exterminate them.

Concerning the missile attacks, Patriot missile systems would deal with that, leaving the fleet in a protective veil. A few missiles though, did get through, managing to cripple one of the guided-missile destroyers.

The Death Watch fleet, already having Sonar buoys deployed and fighters in the air due to the previous engagement with Binaria, was ready to fight. With Wanderjar subs visible thanks to the Sonar buoys, SH-60 helicopters would just need to fire a few rounds of Mark 50 torpedoes to end their misery. The F/A-18 Hornet's fired their payload of Harpoon missiles at the lead Wanderjarian ship, making sure to not get the attention of the whole fleet. These Harpoon missiles would prove to be most effective in halting the Wanderjar advance.

As the main Death Watch fleet engaged the Wanderjar fleet, a small group of guided-missile cruisers and landing craft advanced due north. Their mission;to drop off Death Watch soldiers and help win the ground war in Gallia. Once the landing would finish, the cruisers would get back into the fight, promising to give Wanderjar hell.

OOC:

_____
w
t
f

___=Gallia
w= break off group
t=main Death Watch group
f=Wanderjar

Just as they were about to fire, however, thousands of tiny metal fragments began to shower the fleet, killing and wounding several sailors on deck, unprepared for what was falling on them. These twelve sailors would be the first Griffincrest casualties of the war here.

"What the hell is that, I want a report immediatly" Ironclaw ordered to one of his lackeys, who soon came back with a report that it was once a godrod, targeted for the Luxuria, however the Griffincrest space fleet had been monitoring all NPE satelites for just such an event and destroyed it shortly after launch.

Ironclaw was in shock "...a godrod..they have just brought this conflict to a new level....order the fleet to bombard the Kampferian homeland, and issue a total war on their satelites. Leave the rest, only Kampferian assets are to be attacked."

And with that order, hundreds of Godrods began to fall upon the capitol city of Kampfers. Orbital war was one thing that Griffincrest was quite good at, and its fleet of solar sailors was well versed in its tactics. Dozens of the solar sailors soon began appearing, as well as missile satelites, and they all began targetting the Kampferian satelites indiscriminantly, regardless if it was a military, intelligence, or television satelite. The Kampferians would soon regret ever sending god rods towards the Griffincrest fleet.


OOC: Ignored. There is no way you can moniter all our satellites, considering most of us have hundreds, even thousands of satellites. Second, you would have to calculate tragectory to tell who shot it. Given a window of 6 minutes, 2 would be spent having the god rod fall, and thus you would have to do the calculations in 4 minutes. And considering just about everyone would be gawking at their downed SD for a few minutes, that cuts off more time. I doubt you would know which one of us fired the god rod. Also, Solar Sailors are near FT, not PMT.

Command Bridge of the DWS Injustice

"Sir! The Binaran fleet has been defeated." commented one of the techs officer aboard the Death Watch ship.

"Excellent. This is great! Move towards Gallia to drop off the reinforcements!" Mereel replied. As Mereel as about to leave the bridge, sirens blarred and the Death General ran back to the Command Bridge. "What is it!?" he quickly asked while looking out the windows for anything suspicous.

"Wanderjar Fleet approaches, sir. What are your orders?"

"Give 'em blood and vinegar, boys! Leave none of those ships leaving alive." And with that Mereel left the bridge towards his chamber...

Death Watch Fleet

S-300 missile systems roared to life, hitting the Wanderjarian aircraft long before they would reach the Death Watch fleet. S-300 Missile systems also can target ballistic missiles, so some of the idle S-300's engaged the oncoming missiles. If, however, any craft were to get past the S-300's then Goalkeeper CIWS systems would exterminate them.

Concerning the missile attacks, Patriot missile systems would deal with that, leaving the fleet in a protective veil. A few missiles though, did get through, managing to cripple one of the guided-missile destroyers.

The Death Watch fleet, already having Sonar buoys deployed and fighters in the air due to the previous engagement with Binaria, was ready to fight. With Wanderjar subs visible thanks to the Sonar buoys, SH-60 helicopters would just need to fire a few rounds of Mark 50 torpedoes to end their misery. The F/A-18 Hornet's fired their payload of Harpoon missiles at the lead Wanderjarian ship, making sure to not get the attention of the whole fleet. These Harpoon missiles would prove to be most effective in halting the Wanderjar advance.

As the main Death Watch fleet engaged the Wanderjar fleet, a small group of guided-missile cruisers and landing craft advanced due north. Their mission;to drop off Death Watch soldiers and help win the ground war in Gallia. Once the landing would finish, the cruisers would get back into the fight, promising to give Wanderjar hell.

OOC:

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w
t
f

___=Gallia
w= break off group
t=main Death Watch group
f=Wanderjar


IC:


Regrettably for the Death Watch pilots, they would never get close enough to affect Wanderjarian Operations. Two thousand fighters and bombers now dominated the skies with the iron fist of the Prussian Empire, and hit the inferior F/A-18s and enemy helicopters without mercy. As they feebly attempted to near the Wanderjarian fleet, units spiraling around the Armada redirected themselves and unleashed their fury upon the enemy.


Missile after missile was launched at the enemy aircraft, denying them of any hope to get near the battlefleet. Theirs was a futile and suicidal mission, one which would get many a Maldorian pilot killed.

OOC: Sorry Im so late.

IC:
Shakal Flagship Bridge

The Shakal fleet had not taken any fire so far. Its enemies seemed to ignore its approach because of the lack of other activity it showed. Now they would make ther epresence well known. The 400 Shakal F/A-35 began to takeoff and head for the Leafistan vessels in the area. The 200 Su-37 also headed for the enemy to help maintain air superiority. Shakal X-02 aircraft were also send numbering some 180. The last and most prized aircraft the Shakal possed where the Bn-X fighters. They were very limited in number but were easily superior to even F-22 Raptors and other comtemporary aircraft. The main 30" guns on the Samantha aimed for the closest enemy capital ship and fired. The 200 cruise missles from the 28 cruisers shot out and aimed for smaller ships and would be easily strong enough to destroy them in a single shot. In the meantime the Samantha also readied its missle launch capabilities which would be even more of a threat than its main guns.

The Binarian Fist Combined Fleet had set sail and was hours away from the battle when it began to launch its planes. Nearly 3000 planes started to make their way towards the Death Watch ships, armed with six Thounderstrike II missiles each; 500 kg of high explosive, tipped with a cobalt penatrator. The massive air armada releshed its dealy cargo 20 fifty kiloeters from their targets. The missiles raced a few meters above the water. Moving at mach 4.12 they would teach they traitorous scum what happened when you mess with Binarian fleet.

"Admiral, our attack craft have launched their cargo and are starting to rerun home now."

Admiral Carlson turned around and faced his XO, Captian Nixon. "Good. When we get closer launch ship to ship missiles."

"Aye sir."

OOC: Your missing the fun.

The Binarian Fist Combined Fleet had set sail and was hours away from the battle when it began to launch its planes. Nearly 300 thousand planes started to make their way towards the Death Watch ships, armed with six Thounderstrike II missiles each;


OOC:I think that I will end up ignoring this war completly if people can send 300 000 airplanes. But meh.

OOC:I think that I will end up ignoring this war completly if people can send 300 000 airplanes. But meh.

Thats a typo. I meant to say 3000.Then I started to spell it out.

Thats a typo. I meant to say 3000.Then I started to spell it out.

OOC:Ok sorry.

OOC:Im so going to end up dead from this. But What can I say Im pussy whipped. *grumbles over shakal control* And ask wandy, wou would be to if you ever met her.

IC:
The Zweiten Reich sent a portion of its tiny fleet to assist its allies in the NPE. The entire military was mobilizing to face the coming threat. It wasnt near the same size as thos eof the other combatants, but it lacked nothing in training, courage, or equipment. The Zweiten Reich had dispateched 2 cruiers,3 friagtes, and 15 destroyers. A fairly large percentage of its total forces. They would meet up and join the Shakal and Wanderjar fleets and help them in battle.

Commander Shieldbearer, the Griffincrest commander on the ground, cracked a smile as he saw the Binarian fleet explode in flames. One fleet down, two fleets left. As he watched the Binarian fleet go down, his attention was suddenly turned to the truly tremendous amount of missiles flying for the Prussian fleet. There was absolutely no hope that the fleets would survive that many Khan missiles, the sheer weight of their numbers would be able to cut through their defense systems, and the other missiles would distract whatever systems they had that were able to do anything.

Seeing the destruction, Shieldbearer decided that he wanted to join in the laughter too. He ordered that over four hundred Silkworm missiles set up on the coastline years ago to be fired into the Wanderjarians. He wanted them up and firing as quickly as they could. Within the next ten minutes, over a thousand Silkworms would be screaming for the Wanderjarian ships.

At sea, the Griffincrest fleet turned to preform the same exact thing against the new Binarian fleet as they did to the last one. The Khan had a maximum range of over 7800 kilometers, and so were as before they were nearly point blank range, this would be a bit more of a stretch. This time, however, the targets would not be the dreadnoughts, nor the carriers, which lay in the center of the fleet. Instead, the targets were the hundreds of corvettes that lay in a perimeter around the fleet. 750 missiles were loaded, making it 3 to every 1 Binarian Sword. The odds were stacked heavily against this new fleet, and it seemed that the Griffincrest arsenal would not run dry for some time, as their was a nearly continuous line of ships bringing in missiles.

On the bridge of the Luxuria, Admiral Ironfist smiled as he was told the current tally. As it stood, the Griffincrest fleet had leveled a number of Kampferian cities and sent the Binarian fleet to the bottom at the cost of only twelve sailors. "Prussians...what were they thinking" Lucius chuckled aloud before moving to file through a stack of papers.

The Corvets being fairly close to the destroyers and cruisers were able to pick off most of the missiles, but several dozen got through, and being weapons meant for superdreadnoughts, they pasted stright through the small ships and detonated under them, destroying them and damaging others from the shockwave.

The Binarian fleet was still out of range, Unable to hut the target, they pressed on toward the reest of their allies.

OOC: short post I know, buts it 1:30 in the morning where i am.

"Alright men, lets get some more missiles ready, another hundred. That should be sufficient. After that, I want the Suicide Corps to be pressed into action. Let's get it boys!" That was the order Admiral Ironclaw gave shortly before walking to the bathroom, and that was the order that wouild effectthe war.

Another hundred Khan missiles were launched at the Binarians, but these were not the main component of this attack. From the sides of the hundreds of transport ships came thousands of little motor boats. These boats were no more than metal row boats with a motor on them, a chaff launcher, some flares, and an AT-15 Khrizantema. The crews of these boats were two men on each, both of whom were terminally ill, and seeing that they would soon die, decided to join Griffincrest to at least earn money for their families in their passing. The Russian made AT-15 was capable of smashing through 1200mm of armour, and so the thin armor of the Swords and the other small craft of the fleet would be of little consequence.

In a few minutes, four thousand little metal boats were in the water, zipping towards the Binarians with the intent of destroying as many enemy ships as possible, and having no fear of death, for they knew that their death would benefit their loved ones.

Admiral Ironclaw sighed alittle as he realized that he would be taking his first real casualties, but was relieved when he realized that the men were not actually men, but more like missiles in their own way.

The Binarian corvets were able to hit most of the missiles with their Guarrdian turret systems. The boats were targeted with 60 mm cannon fire, and attack choppers attak them with 40 mm grenades.

"We need to be able to hit these bastards instead of getting pounded like this. Call for some B seventy support. Have them armed with Thunderstrike IIs."

From a forward base, dozens of B70s took off, armed with 18 Thunderstrike IIs each. They would reach their drop points with the hour. However, due to the large turn around timme they would be right over the enemy fleet before they had turned.

"Flight! Flight! This is command, change of plans, pull off your attack!!!" The Jets were just coming with missile lock of the enemy force They pulled up dramatically realising their being tailed by enemy missiles, they had to turn quickly back towards their respective airfields or Carriers, the enemy missiles following them, the ground AA weapons had began to open fire on the enemy force launching as many missiles and bullets at the enemy.

(OOC: Better post to come, It's really really hot over here and despite having the fan set to full I'm having difficulty in remaining concious)
OOC: No probs, take your time.:cool: This lets me get some stuff in position for the coming strikes anyway...
IC
Skies South of Krhaus...
Major Drels couldn't believe what he was seeing. His thoughts ran as follows. They're turning and running... even though they surely have locks by now and can get some overlap of their own against us? D*mn, no way we can afford to miss this opportunity... The Toopoxian fighters had just utterly surrendered the initiative to the Wagdian Cardinals; something which, for most if not all of their quite-unlucky pilots, would be their last mistake in this world. "YEE-HAH! They're runnin' scared boys! Light the fires and rush 'em from behind with the Alamo-Ds befrore we head on back to the barn!" With that, and other orders by various other squadron leaders, the 2500 FA-15E Cardinals pushed above Mach 2 to just within IRST range of the retreating Toopoxian fighters, loosing fully 15,000 R-27ET Alamo-D BVR heat-seekers after the enemy with truly massive overlap; there being some ten missiles chasing every Toopoxian fighter by now, or twenty even if one counted the other 15,000 active-radar 'Alamo-E' missiles still doggedly inbound against the retreating Corporate fighters.

However, as always there was the other shoe to drop, which did when the Toopoxian AA and SAMs responded; even if only the SAMs were within engagment range as yet. "SH*T! SAMs people, honor the threat and pop off your Kryptons at 'em before beaming and skedaddling home just as fast as you can!" With that, fully 5,000 Kh-31P Kryptons leapt from the fighters' pylons after the enemy SAM radars just as soon as they could be launched; though for many of those launching what damage they did would be a matter of revenge rather than anything else. The fighters turned to take the missile shots from the side, the best angle to dodge from usually; and especially so if pushing to Mach 3.2 as many were in desperation so as to make the incoming missiles' jobs hardest, not that it mattered for many in the end. Fully 275 Cardinals plunged into the seas off Gallia before the escape was complete, with some 75 more damaged enough that limping back to their respective carriers in the Wagdian fleet was only barely possible. Only 75 of those pilots downed managed to eject for rescue by later UH-45 Sky Lord patrols or other SAR work; in other words, Wagdog had to chalk up a further 200 KIAs of the war against the Corporate Alliance, these coming after the thousands already lost aboard the destroyers sunk by the Red Mafia missile barrage. But then again, that was war after all; and no force was invincible, however righteous they might otherwise be in their own minds at least...

Wagdian Fourteenth Fleet, Heading South-by-Southwest of Krhaus at Flank Speed...
With the results of the missile attack on the Toopoxian Fleet still unclear, the fleet made course broadly southwest to get as far away from the enemy coastal defenses as possible. The subs had to remain in place to help monitor the Toops' fleet and provide a decoy, but the surface ships knew that far worse things than those Moskits were available to the enemy and it was not a good idea to remain close to them or attempt any landings until the enemy's missile capabilities had been degraded. The Admiral remembered Master Sun's old saw from The Art of War, now more relevant than ever: "Defend, then attack."

Hence, so as to remove the thorn in the Prussians' and Socialists' side that was the Griffincrest Fleet with its Khans, no fewer than five-hundred Tu-160M Blackjack-B supersonic bombers and one-thousand B-22 Zeus heavy bombers took off from their Wagdian homeland bases. Arriving in-theater would take some time, and the Zeus bombers were dual-tasked for anti-shipping with Rufous missiles underwing and surface-strike with Kh-555 cruise missiles of various types in their bellies. Once on the scene, though, the bombers would be able to hopefully even the score against the major obstacle to Prussian success in this theater.

To that end, the surviving Cardinals began recovering home to rearm, rest, and prepare for new air patrols soon. When they launched again, it would be to cover the bombers as they arrived and made ready for missile range against the targets the War Office desired struck. After all, they knew the enemy would probably be quite smarting after what the Toops had probably suffered, once the air and naval fires against them finally scored what marks they would. And with pain always comes anger, to be sure...

OOC: Sorry Im so late.

IC:
Shakal Flagship Bridge

The Shakal fleet had not taken any fire so far. Its enemies seemed to ignore its approach because of the lack of other activity it showed. Now they would make ther epresence well known. The 400 Shakal F/A-35 began to takeoff and head for the Leafistan vessels in the area. The 200 Su-37 also headed for the enemy to help maintain air superiority. Shakal X-02 aircraft were also send numbering some 180. The last and most prized aircraft the Shakal possed where the Bn-X fighters. They were very limited in number but were easily superior to even F-22 Raptors and other comtemporary aircraft. The main 30" guns on the Samantha aimed for the closest enemy capital ship and fired. The 200 cruise missles from the 28 cruisers shot out and aimed for smaller ships and would be easily strong enough to destroy them in a single shot. In the meantime the Samantha also readied its missle launch capabilities which would be even more of a threat than its main guns.

INDENT"All men man your battlestations! We are preparing to ambush an enemy fleet!" was the signal as Death Watch sailors scurried left and right aboard the small group of guided-missile cruisers.

INDENTThe Shakal Fleet, forgetting about the Death Watch guided-missile cruisers that broke off from the main fleet, was now soon to be cornered. To start things off, the cruisers fired their RIM-67 SM-2 at the unexpecting enemy craft, sure to destroy them before they lay a finger on Leafy ships. Another round of missiles would be fired, but this time would be Harpoon missiles, anti-ship missiles. These were targeted at the closest Shakal ships in the fleet, trying to avoid as much anti-missile fire as possible.

INDENTEach guided-missile cruiser had their own set of SH-60 Seahawk's, powerful ASW helicopters. Their mission was to deploy SONAR buoy's, giving away the position of Shakal subs. A few rounds of Mark 50 torpedoes launched from the helicopters would do the trick.

Gallian Military Command Bunker, Under Slomsk

"Sir, Binarian fleet is retreating." A soldier walked in and saluted, he grabbed the attention of Commander Fallos who stared at the young man, the Commander turned back towards the map, removing a small model ship but grimacing when he saw the model plane chasing down the jets from Krhaus.
Indent"The enemy jets are over our SAM sites, correct?" There was a nod, "Rally our forces, bring the Hydra Air Force to bear."

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Skies Above Krhaus

"SHITSHITSHIT!!!" The pilot screamed, not only was he having to dodge fire from the enemy missiles but there was the inevitable few Toopoxican missiles headed towards the Air Force, "We're not gonna make it back, we need to face them down now!" He shouted down the radio hoping that if he turned to face the enemy then others would follow.
Indent"Roger that, receiving orders to Rally from Military command!" The Pilot swore lucky, his jet pulled sharply to turn once more facing the enemies missiles and bullets, he squeezed the trigger and let loose a stream of pure gold (OOC: ha ha |:l ) "Hydra force is moving in, let them have it guys!"

OOC: this is moving too fast for me... i dont fancy throwing away a fleet. however, my combat sats do watch for anyone firing orbital stuff, and blow up whatever fires. they cant stop the godrod, mind, and are too old to have clever enough AI to go offensive against any one nations portion of the billions of sats up there, or figure out whos it is. however:

IC:
The NSAA combat sattelite ring in orbit detected the firing of a godrod, and one of its member sattelites opened up on the offending sattelite with a pair of HE missiles.

OOC:
Oh, and anyone corporate fires against someones homeland, i'll flatten theirs, kai?

Operation Hydra/Red Rescue Naval Taskforces, Port Krhaus

Through the fog and thick smoke of the destroyed Binarian armada the Admiral could make out the flames and silhouettes of Krhaus and the docked Red Rescue Taskforce respectively, he was proud to see the fleet having survived this long but also worried at the damage having been taken and the amount of ships lost, "Admiral Sulief, this is Admiral Bruschev, we will be attempting to merge our fleets, you have been dismissed, good work Admiral."
IndentSulief rubbed the cut on his head and groaned, "With all due respect Admiral, I would like to continue my work on the PNS Baan."
Indent"Very well, but I'd feel safer if you had some rest, the Wagdog fleet is pacified for now but they seem to be regrouping and reloading for a renewed attack, I'd like to dispatch a few CK gas attacks before they arrive."

SIC:

***************************TOP SECRET***************************

To: Blackhelm Confederacy

Olmedreca has noticed your struggle in Gallia, also you seem to share our high opinion of Khan missiles. Obviously you can not get new missiles from Kriegzimmer as fast as you need as production takes its time. But Olmedreca can immediately offer to you 12,000 Khans that we have. For payment Corporate Alliance would order 36,000 new Khans to us from Kriegzimmer. Of course whole deal must remain in secret. We await your responce.

Skies Above the Wagdian Fourteenth Fleet, Gallia Theater of Operations...
After hours reloading for air-air/anti-ship missions with a similar loadout to before (aside from two Fenix missiles instead of two Kryptons), 1500 of the surviving FA-15E Cardinals available to the fleet took to the skies on perhaps their most important mission yet. "Attention, all pilots..." Rear Admiral Nandotha, the one in charge of the Fleet's airpower, said again over the pilots' radios so as to economize on time. "We have a massive bomber strike inbound from home against the enemy. This should really send a wake-up call old Mr. Claudius Griffincrest's way; but only if you guys are up there to keep any nosy interceptors off them. Onward men, and jolly good hunting!"

And so the massive two-seat fighters roared skyward, armed to the teeth with live ordnance while their remaining fellows, as well as the FA-16A Priest reduced-observables VTOL interceptors charged with point-defense of the fleet, waited as a reserve. The Cardinals headed for various BARCAP positions along a southeasterly arc some 600km distant from the Griffincrest fleet, hoping to hold a safe line behind which the incoming bombers could unleash their deadliest loads. Being too bold now by sending the bombers in unsupported could ruin everything, every bit as much as not being bold enough by not risking such a close strike. By the time the fighters took station at 40,000 feet, it was time...

Skies at the edge of the Gallian Theater of Operations, some 3,000km from Gallia...
"All Squadrons, attention!" The same R.Adm Nandotha, now charged with orchestrating the oncoming bombers' strike despite their being Army Air Force by service, was setting to his task with his vaguely Indian accent showing. "Phase One of attack is to begin. Release cruise missiles against all known enemy Khan silos and antiship missile batteries on the Gallian landmass. Destroy everything you can... Launch!" His emphasis drove home just how badly Wagdog had wanted those Corporate Alliance antiship ballistic missiles gone. Yesterday.

With that, the belly doors of the one-thousand strong wave of Candrian-designed B-22 Zeus heavy bombers opened as one and the rotary launchers inside began spewing Kh-555 Kent-C cruise missiles by the bucketload. Eventually, a whopping fifteen-thousand Kh-555Sh penetrator-warhead versions were inbound on the Khan silos set up throughout Gallia, spotted by OBSAT spy satellites with GPS guidance support provided the missiles from the targeting sats also above the region, plus fifteen-thousand more Kh-555SD submunition-warhead missiles on antiship missile batteries of other types not requiring the same hard-target countermeasures as a Khan silo. One of the bombers' pilots, a Major Cerks, joked, "Ugh! Why do we have to eat like that at base if we just spew it out all the time, I tell ya'?"

"Stuff it zoomie." Rear Admiral Nandotha had scarce patience for such humor unless it was coming from tailhookers; obviously a superior breed in every way to land-based pilots, of course. "Confirmed launch, missiles are away. Move to Phase Two. All fast bombers, push to 'burner above the Mach and move against enemy escorts with conventional SRAMs; slower bombers, push to mil' and close to maximum Rufous range then let fly against all Khan-capable ships in the Griffincrest Fleet. Move it people!" This was among the keys of this operation, and why the fighters were sent up to begin with. If the slower bombers could bring their six-thousand underwing Rufous-ER missiles to bear, it would probably mean crippling injury if not death outright for the Griffincrest Corporation fleet that had caused Wagdog's New Prussian Empire allies so many problems in this campaign.

And with that in mind, the five-hundred Tu-160M Blackjack-Bs sped forward at afterburner and dived for the lowest altitude they could maintain 1.75 Mach, hoping to close within 300km independently of fighter support (being more able to outrun interception than the subsonic Zeus formations) so they could unleash their own little surprises on the enemy fleet. Behind them, the stately Zeus heavies lumbered along (relatively-speaking) at Mach 0.8, turning towards the cover of a fighter screen they hoped to reach within the hour so they could launch their anti-supercapital loads and bug out ASAP. Their crews were anxious, but fired up all the same if for no other reason than the sheer firepower they were about to bring crashing down on the Corporates' heads; if only they could just get close enough.

Therein, of course, lay the problem. A problem only solvable through intelligent use of the air superiority the Prussian/Socialist alliance seemed to enjoy for now. Hence, the following urgent message was sent to those allies.

SIC
OBSAT SECURE BATTLEFIELD COMMUNICATION
FROM: USSW 14TH FLEET
TO: ALL ALLIED FORCES IN GALLIA THEATER

HAVE LAUNCHED A MASSIVE LAND-BASED AIRSTRIKE AGAINST RED MAFIA ANTISHIP MISSILE SITES, GRIFFINCREST CORPORATION FLEET; PHASED AND IN THAT ORDER DUE TO MISSILE RANGE LIMITATIONS, CONCERNS RE: ENEMY AA EFFECTIVENESS. STOP
REQUEST ALL FIGHTER SUPPORT THAT CAN BE SPARED TO PREVENT ENEMY INTERCEPTION; 1.5K OF OUR OWN FIGHTERS ALREADY ALOFT, BUT PUTTING UP MORE IS PRUDENT. STOP
THIS STRIKE IS CRITICAL; IF SUCCESSFUL, ENEMY FORCES CAN BE BROKEN AND THE WAY TO LANDING IN GALLIA CLEAR. STOP
THE HAMMERS ARE COCKED PEOPLE. LET'S ALL TAKE AIM TOGETHER AND DROP 'EM ON THESE SOBS! FULL STOP

SIC

To: Toopoxia
Re: Gallia

Top Secret

Our beloved leader, Emperor Nero, wishes to offer you his support in your war against Wanderjar. Our history with Wanderjar is long and bitter. Nothing would please the Emperor more than handing them a humiliating defeat alongside our CA allies.

Should you deem our help desireable, you need only say the word.

With respect,
Chie Lo
Servant of the Emperor

Toopoxican Military Command Bunker, Under Volitaia

The map of Gallia was constantly updating revealing burnt out wrecked ships and planes being picked from the skies, lamentable that this conflict was not going the right way, already half of the Toopoxican fleet was either destroyed or inoperable, the Air Force was either fleeing or destroyed and without Air Superiority the Soldiers would be defenceless when the enemy incursions on land came to fruition.
IndentStanding over this whole scenario were the cold and dangerous eyes of the less than human man staring at the Staff of Lords on the other side of the table, "Three canisters of this... Bio weapon, they won't be much but it ought shift the balance, how much will your goverment seel them for?" Lord General Smarz asked seemingly unphased by the intimidating glance of the Capitol Police soldier.
IndentThe Soldier turned his head to face the Lord General, "CONSIDER IT A GIFT." It was a very generous gift, but the Cap Pol would have to have forgiven the Toopoxican Generals if they were a little suspicious, one of the worlds largest powers doesn't just turn up one day to give you exactly what you need unless they want something in return.
Indent"It's a very generous gift Mr....?" The question was answered with a curious glance which jarred Smarz a little mentally, "Well first we need to pull back our soldiers, South, we can hold them off their, we'll deploy CK gas for now in all our major cities, there will be a small loss of life in the citizenry but seeing as they are our enemies that won't be a problem, put this plan into action!" Smarz ordered.

(OOC: Cap Pol used with permission from Kraven and the gas given as a gift)

Encrypted Message From Toopoxia to Emperor Nero

Would be glad to play host to our Corporate Alliance Allies in Emperor Nero, should you need anything in return we would be only too willing to consider it.

Signed,
Lord General Viktor Smarz

Open Declaration

As VISA Corp has severed its ties with the Corporate Alliance, we are withdrawing from this conflict. Rest assured, however, that another comes in our place.

~VISA Corp
Dept. of Cliffhangers

SIC

To: Toopoxia
Re: Gallia

Top Secret

The Emperor is pleased to join your cause. It is his desire that our forces join the fray as quickly as possible.

A number of imperial carrier battlegroups have been ordered to rendezvous and make way for Gallian waters. Regrettably, they will not arrive for several weeks.

In the meantime, our military planners are eager to begin moving men and material to Gallia. They wish to know if you have any airfields available for our use?

With respect,
Chie Lo
Servant of the Emperor

The Shakal vessels were caught by surprise from the Death Watch weapons. Several smaller destroyers were instantly taken out by the anti-ship missles. However, the cruisers and frigates used there anti-missle defence systems to knock out those that remained incoming. The harpoons that made contact with the Shakal flagships simply exploded leaving a blackmarks on the hull. The order was given to turn the aircraft about and destroy the enemy fleet. 500 aircraft broke off and headed for the Death Watch fleet. The heavier Shakal ships turned there fire against the new enemy. The older Redemption Class Cruisers launched there SSN14 Cruise Missles at the enemy fleet accompanied by some 12 TIDAF missles. These weapons were huge weapons that shot 12km into the air and traveleld towards the enemy at Mach 6. Then they would dive down and expect to get hit by anti-missle defences, just before its destruction is explodes releasing dozens of smaller anti-ship missles to rain down onto the enemy fleet before further reactions can take place.

The Shakal subs dove and also headed for the enemy fleet. There torpedoes and missles could be utilized to devastate there targets.

Official Message from Gens Romae to the belligerant nations of the CA:

The Roman Empire hereby pledges her military assistance to the nations of the CA who are at this point at war. Her armed forces are therefore from this point on, until the end of this conflict, under the direction of the Corporate Alliance. The Imperator of Rome asks that the Generals of the CA meet with the Commander of the Armed Forces of Rome on the island of Sardinia for strategic planning.

Sextus Augustus
Imperator of Rome

Skies Above the Wagdian Fourteenth Fleet, Gallia Theater of Operations...
After hours reloading for air-air/anti-ship missions with a similar loadout to before (aside from two Fenix missiles instead of two Kryptons), 1500 of the surviving FA-15E Cardinals available to the fleet took to the skies on perhaps their most important mission yet. "Attention, all pilots..." Rear Admiral Nandotha, the one in charge of the Fleet's airpower, said again over the pilots' radios so as to economize on time. "We have a massive bomber strike inbound from home against the enemy. This should really send a wake-up call old Mr. Claudius Griffincrest's way; but only if you guys are up there to keep any nosy interceptors off them. Onward men, and jolly good hunting!"

And so the massive two-seat fighters roared skyward, armed to the teeth with live ordnance while their remaining fellows, as well as the FA-16A Priest reduced-observables VTOL interceptors charged with point-defense of the fleet, waited as a reserve. The Cardinals headed for various BARCAP positions along a southeasterly arc some 600km distant from the Griffincrest fleet, hoping to hold a safe line behind which the incoming bombers could unleash their deadliest loads. Being too bold now by sending the bombers in unsupported could ruin everything, every bit as much as not being bold enough by not risking such a close strike. By the time the fighters took station at 40,000 feet, it was time...

Skies at the edge of the Gallian Theater of Operations, some 3,000km from Gallia...
"All Squadrons, attention!" The same R.Adm Nandotha, now charged with orchestrating the oncoming bombers' strike despite their being Army Air Force by service, was setting to his task with his vaguely Indian accent showing. "Phase One of attack is to begin. Release cruise missiles against all known enemy Khan silos and antiship missile batteries on the Gallian landmass. Destroy everything you can... Launch!" His emphasis drove home just how badly Wagdog had wanted those Corporate Alliance antiship ballistic missiles gone. Yesterday.

With that, the belly doors of the one-thousand strong wave of Candrian-designed B-22 Zeus heavy bombers opened as one and the rotary launchers inside began spewing Kh-555 Kent-C cruise missiles by the bucketload. Eventually, a whopping fifteen-thousand Kh-555Sh penetrator-warhead versions were inbound on the Khan silos set up throughout Gallia, spotted by OBSAT spy satellites with GPS guidance support provided the missiles from the targeting sats also above the region, plus fifteen-thousand more Kh-555SD submunition-warhead missiles on antiship missile batteries of other types not requiring the same hard-target countermeasures as a Khan silo. One of the bombers' pilots, a Major Cerks, joked, "Ugh! Why do we have to eat like that at base if we just spew it out all the time, I tell ya'?"

"Stuff it zoomie." Rear Admiral Nandotha had scarce patience for such humor unless it was coming from tailhookers; obviously a superior breed in every way to land-based pilots, of course. "Confirmed launch, missiles are away. Move to Phase Two. All fast bombers, push to 'burner above the Mach and move against enemy escorts with conventional SRAMs; slower bombers, push to mil' and close to maximum Rufous range then let fly against all Khan-capable ships in the Griffincrest Fleet. Move it people!" This was among the keys of this operation, and why the fighters were sent up to begin with. If the slower bombers could bring their six-thousand underwing Rufous-ER missiles to bear, it would probably mean crippling injury if not death outright for the Griffincrest Corporation fleet that had caused Wagdog's New Prussian Empire allies so many problems in this campaign.

And with that in mind, the five-hundred Tu-160M Blackjack-Bs sped forward at afterburner and dived for the lowest altitude they could maintain 1.75 Mach, hoping to close within 300km independently of fighter support (being more able to outrun interception than the subsonic Zeus formations) so they could unleash their own little surprises on the enemy fleet. Behind them, the stately Zeus heavies lumbered along (relatively-speaking) at Mach 0.8, turning towards the cover of a fighter screen they hoped to reach within the hour so they could launch their anti-supercapital loads and bug out ASAP. Their crews were anxious, but fired up all the same if for no other reason than the sheer firepower they were about to bring crashing down on the Corporates' heads; if only they could just get close enough.

Therein, of course, lay the problem. A problem only solvable through intelligent use of the air superiority the Prussian/Socialist alliance seemed to enjoy for now. Hence, the following urgent message was sent to those allies.

SIC



Several wings of Wanderjarian Su-47 Fighters were rerouted from their combat air patrol around the perimeter of the battlefleet, to take up the mission requested by the Wagdoggians. The Wanderjarian Admiral sent several hundred such fighters, two hundred and fifteen to be precise, each armed with a decent aray of air to air and anti-shipping missiles. The Flight Operations Commander, Fregattenkapitän Kiryl Morozov contacted the Wagdoggie commander immediately afterwards.

"Wagdoggie Allies," He said, "We're bringing in some two hundred of our own fighter craft. We'll be clearing out any enemy forces for you as you bring your boys in. Good luck comrades. Out."

With luck, this would be the final death blow to Corporate Naval Operations and resistance in this region, thus paving the way for ground invasion, in which the enemy stood no hope of victory against the might of the Prussian Wehrmacht. Once on the ground, Panzers by the thousands would roll over enemy troops, and legions of Wanderjarian Volksarmee infanteriemen would pick apart the enemy resistance without mercy, without conscience. There was no escape from the red horde.

Missile and laser defense systems picked off any enemy missile attacks, and returned fire against them with both missiles and cannons. SSN units sent torpedo salvoes against the enemy ships, while other wolf packs focused on launching cruisemissiles against enemy ground emplacements holding up the invasion. The Naval war was going quite well, thought the Wanderjarian admiral. Right on schedule.

Several wings of Wanderjarian Su-47 Fighters were rerouted from their combat air patrol around the perimeter of the battlefleet, to take up the mission requested by the Wagdoggians. The Wanderjarian Admiral sent several hundred such fighters, two hundred and fifteen to be precise, each armed with a decent aray of air to air and anti-shipping missiles. The Flight Operations Commander, Fregattenkapitän Kiryl Morozov contacted the Wagdoggie commander immediately afterwards.

"Wagdoggie Allies," He said, "We're bringing in some two hundred of our own fighter craft. We'll be clearing out any enemy forces for you as you bring your boys in. Good luck comrades. Out."

With luck, this would be the final death blow to Corporate Naval Operations and resistance in this region, thus paving the way for ground invasion, in which the enemy stood no hope of victory against the might of the Prussian Wehrmacht. Once on the ground, Panzers by the thousands would roll over enemy troops, and legions of Wanderjarian Volksarmee infanteriemen would pick apart the enemy resistance without mercy, without conscience. There was no escape from the red horde.

Missile and laser defense systems picked off any enemy missile attacks, and returned fire against them with both missiles and cannons. SSN units sent torpedo salvoes against the enemy ships, while other wolf packs focused on launching cruisemissiles against enemy ground emplacements holding up the invasion. The Naval war was going quite well, thought the Wanderjarian admiral. Right on schedule.
600km Southeast of Griffincest Fleet...
Holding position off the Griffincrest fleet and well over the horizon, Major Drels saw yet more improbable good news as the Wanderjarian Berkuts flew into range. "Whoa..." He couldn't help whispering to himself, since the lack of resistance so far by Griffincrest forces had been odd to say the least, even if happy coincidence all the same.

He took to the open so as not to waste time looking gift horses in their mouths. "Keep station people, and wag those wings should any Wanderjarian fighter pass you by! We're Seventh Squadron, Gold Group of the UWS Eugene Debs Carrier Air Wing; show some spirit damn it!" While obeying his instructions, the fighters moved in somewhat closer as Drels radioed the Wanderjarians. "Roger that Comrade! Oh we'll have it ready for them, make no mistake of that. Once the bombers have skedaddled on home and any enemy fighters are sent packing, we're the cleanup crew on whatever ships we don't blast away after all; ha ha ha!" And with that, almost as if by magic, the climax of the show began...

Thousands of Feet Above, Various Distances From the Griffincrest Fleet...
Rear Admiral Nandotha was far more efficient in how he directed this last and (so far) luckiest phase of the engagement. Time was of the essence, lest the enemy get a preemptive blow in after all. Not that it'll save them, of course; but still... With that, the order went out. "All bombers, ENGAGE! Send everything you have at the Griffincrest Fleet as indicated by OBSAT datalink, and don't stop until you're empty. No quarter men; hoist the colors high, yo-ho!" With that most-piratical of sentiments, the Wagdian bombers sent their deadly payloads on the way...

First, from 300km out and as low as Mach 1.75 would allow, the five-hundred massed Tu-160M Blackjack-Bs took advantage of their second bomb bay (compared to normal Blackjack-As of the Tu-160S variety most-common out there...) to send no fewer than twenty-four thousand Kh-15A Kickback conventionally-tipped SRAMs off at the Griffincrest escort screen. Just as soon as these semiballistic missiles finished their already-underway forty-kilometer climb into the stratosphere, they'd switch on their active radars and dive onto their respective cruiser or destroyer target; each of which would soon have an overwhelming one-hundred and fifty missiles screaming down on it from nigh-straight above to deal with. And as these bombers turned away to dash for home just as high and fast as they could, by that time each of these twenty-four thousand missiles total would also be screaming bloody murder like few things else as it plummeted towards the particular unfortunate Corporate ship in question's vulnerable decks (a target shared with 149 others among its brethren missiles of course) at all of Mach 5; plus some spare change donated by gravity, of course...

And as if that weren't bad enough, it would soon get worse still for the Griffincrest naval force in Gallia. Six-thousand extended-range Rufous missiles worse, that is. The titanic B-22 Zeus bombers, comfortably shielded behind the Wanderjarian/Wagdian fighter screen, wasted no time in loosing the massive supercapital-killers from their six underwing pylons each; relieved to be free of such a burden and ready to return home ASAP, already turning away for the purpose. One-thousand split-tailed giants parted ways, hopefully only to reform on each other once completely turned around on course for home; behind the cover of a fighter screen meant to keep any Griffincrest or other Corporate interceptors off their butts, expressly to ensure said return.

The six-thousand Rufous missiles flared off to Mach 4, their spent rocket engines soon becoming the tailpipe for a sustainer ramjet meant to keep up that lethal velocity. Though also meant to dive in from above, these missiles would approach by sea-skimming trajectory at first so as to present a more-complex threat to the Griffincrest fleet defenses than just aping the Kickbacks' arcing trajectory. These missiles were on their game tonight, going straight for the ships that had caused the Prussians the most headaches in this campaign: the Khan-armed Kraken class superdreadnought and Homeland class battleships, as well as the four Griffincrest carriers present for good measure. No sense in wasting good missiles by ignoring what were also capital ships, even in what many called the 'Superdreadnought Age' that was today. Still, in observance of that naval convention, fully 1800 Rufous were homing in on the Kraken alone to make as absolutely sure as the laws of probability would allow that it went down; and any missiles left after it sank could just switch targets to one of the Chieftain pocket battleships, or even one of the Um Al Maradim assault vessels if the baby-BBs were all gone.

Bottom line: It was Game Over, and time for the Griffincrest fleet in this sector to hit the locker room; Davy Jones' Locker, that is. A point underlined still further by 300 more Rufous fired against those Chieftains from the Wagdian fleet proper, it having gotten a replenishment session underway just hours before. As all these missiles closed in, 150 Kickbacks each against the escorts, no fewer than 1800 Rufous on the Kraken and 300 per each other capital ship in the Corporate fleet, and 12 more Rufous for each of the Chieftains present, one could tell that in no way were the Wagdians in this theater ever going to say die without a fight worthy of their name...

Just as they were about to fire, however, thousands of tiny metal fragments began to shower the fleet, killing and wounding several sailors on deck, unprepared for what was falling on them. These twelve sailors would be the first Griffincrest casualties of the war here.

"What the hell is that, I want a report immediatly" Ironclaw ordered to one of his lackeys, who soon came back with a report that it was once a godrod, targeted for the Luxuria, however the Griffincrest space fleet had been monitoring all NPE satelites for just such an event and destroyed it shortly after launch.

Ironclaw was in shock "...a godrod..they have just brought this conflict to a new level....order the fleet to bombard the Kampferian homeland, and issue a total war on their satelites. Leave the rest, only Kampferian assets are to be attacked."

And with that order, hundreds of Godrods began to fall upon the capitol city of Kampfers. Orbital war was one thing that Griffincrest was quite good at, and its fleet of solar sailors was well versed in its tactics. Dozens of the solar sailors soon began appearing, as well as missile satelites, and they all began targetting the Kampferian satelites indiscriminantly, regardless if it was a military, intelligence, or television satelite. The Kampferians would soon regret ever sending god rods towards the Griffincrest fleet.

OOC: I still disagree with your destruction of the god rod in your fashion, however, I will rp out the attacks. And while my post says Kampfers Stadt, it is more like an outlying suburb, say 30-40 minutes from the big city.

Kampfers Stadt, Kampfers
Kampferian High Command

Fuhrer Richtoff furiously paced the war room. He had used an asset never before utilized in Kampferian Warfare, and the enemy had seemingly destroyed it. He knew there was only minutes before retalitation. OBSAT was consistently scanning the skies above Kampfers for retaliation, either conventional or with god rods. Suddenly, the alarm started to blare, and red lights flashed around the room. Fuhrer Richtoff jumped into an erect state. "I need a report, now!"

Swiveling around in his chair, the operator punched in a few keystrokes. "Sir, we have multiple incoming god rods, all at Kampfers Stadt. Luckily none are headed towards the base."

Richtoff ran his hand through his hair, and sighed. It was bad, but not something he couldn't deal with. "Alright, about how many are we dealing with and how long do we have." This was something totally new for him, but he was well versed in the arts of defending his nation.

After a few more key taps, the operator had readied his response. "We have an estimated 334 god rods falling, all aimed at the capital for some reason. At terminal velocity, it would take them about two minutes to make impact. So, we're looking at approximately 1 minute, 44 seconds until impact."

"Good. We caught them early. From our slightly removed base, we can kill those things easily. Tell the boys to begin God Rod Procedures I and II. The fact that they are grouped so closely together will aid the process exceptionally." Richtoff relaxed a bit, but not too much as his capital was still in grave danger.

The operator heard another beeping sound in his headphones. He spun back around to identify the new threats. "Sir, OBSAT identifies multiple incoming threats against all Kampferian satellites, civilian and military."

Richtoff smiled. It was just too predictable. "Yep, figured that. Execute ASAT Break Procedure I. If neccessary, execute procedure II as well." If he could save the capital and the satellites, the Corporate Alliance would be shocked. They also would have wasted an immense amount of resources for a total gain of nil.

The operator turned around, and relayed the transmissions on. "Done, sir. All we can do now is sit back and watch the fireworks." He shoved his chair away from the desk and propped his feet up.

Kampfers Stadt, Kampfers
Joint Kampferian Military Base

Soldiers ran around in a frenzy. Many gave orders, but many had no clue what to do. However, the men of the God Rod Defense Squad knew exactly what to do. Having been prestationed at this station ever since war broke out, they were already in place to do what needed to be done. Normally they only executed one of the three procedures, but today they would be executing two.

They clamored into their locations, and proceeded executing at once. They had practiced this numerous times, and although this time it was real, they knew it was still the same. Approximately 30 seconds had passed since the god rods had first been fired. The sound of the firing of massive guns filled the air. Giant metal slugs filled the skies above Kampfers Stadt. Meanwhile, missile launchers filled the air with screaming fuel-air explosive mixtures. They were being fired right in the path of the incoming god rods, much like the metal slugs.

The incoming god rods screamed down to the surface. First they were met by the bombardment of metal slugs. Many a god rod hit the slugs and deflected off course. As Kampfers Stadt is a coastal city, all of the deflected god rods shot into the open sea. The god rods which passed through the metal slugs were then met by the explosive missiles. The missiles exploded in the air, and the explosions were great enough to divert even more of the god rods off course. Still more of the god rods were vaporized by the immense heat coming from the explosions of the fuel-air mixture missiles.

The combination of the procedures worked beautifully. All of the god rods were either diverted into the sea or were vaporized. A massive tidal wave cuased by the god rods swept through the outer beaches, killing some 300 civilians and policemen, yet all non military personnel. The slugs also fell into the ocean, yet a bit farther out than the god rods. they created a similar disturbance in the tides, but caused no loss of life this time. Yet the battle was not over, for above the fight raged on.

Outer Space

The Kampferian Satellites began ASAT Break Procedure I. It did not matter if they were civilian or military, the government had seized control of them all for the time being. They quickly shifted transmission frequencies and cut all communications. The sudden change broke the lock on most of the incoming missiles for one reason. The lock had been broken. Wether it was by the lack of transmission or the change in the heat signature, the missiles lock had been changed and was unrecognizable. As such, many missiles simply floated off into deep space.

Yet the fight was not over. More missiles were coming, and they had not been thrown off their locks. As such, the second procedure was enacted. All the satellites cut off their power for a fraction of a second, then regained it. More missiles lost their locks, but some continued on. Explosions rocked the reaches of space.

Kampfers Stadt, Kampfers
Kampferian High Command

Fuhrer Richtoff watched as several satellites blinked off the screen. "Shit, it didn't fool them all. Report!"

The operator hit a few keystrokes. "Well, sir, we have lost numerous satellites. Approximately 50% of all civilian satellites remain. Nearly half the losses came when we cut power. They didn't regain theirs, and plummeted back to earth. OBSAT meanwhile only lost a few, and is ready to operate at 93% of it's maximum efficiency."

"Good" Fuhrer Richtoff said, shaking his head, amazed at how well things had gone, considering how catastrophic it might have been. "We live to fight another day. Fire off a message to our allies, and recount the events of today."

Doing as commanded, the operator fired off a message to all relevant High Commands.

OBSAT SECURE BATTLEFIELD COMMUNICATION
FROM: KAMPFERIAN HIGH COMMAND
TO: ALL RELEVANT HIGH COMMANDS

HAVE SUSTAINED MASSIVE GOD ROD ATTACK. STOP.
MINIMAL CASUALTIES, ALL RODS DIVERTED. STOP.
HAVE ALSO COME UNDER SATELLITE ATTACK. STOP.
OBSAT IS STILL AT 93% EFFECTIVITY. STOP.
EXPECT SLIGHT DELAYS IN MESSAGES, BUT NEARLY UNNOTICEABLE. STOP.
GOOD LUCK MY BROTHERS. FULL STOP.

Corass, Ezaltia

The Kraken-class supercapital IES Imperatorius was ready for launch, ready to lead the fleet that would assist NPE forces in Gallia. The smaller dreadnought Excidium was already steaming out of the harbor, soon to be followed by two carrier strike groups and the Kraken. With luck, the Ezaltian armada would reach Gallia in time to relieve its comrades.

OOC: SOrry for crappy post, ORBAT going in OOC thread.

In space, the entire network of NSAA military sattelites (trust me, theres lots of them) swung to fire on the aggressors of this new spaceborne attack, showering them with HE missiles.
On the ground, NSAA suddenly mobilised to full war status, and missile silos started opening, while massive waves of bombers took to the air in preparation to destroy these upstarts who thought to bring the final war to a start

OOC: if ONE of the sattelites that fired remains, i'll glass you, kai?

In space, the entire network of NSAA military sattelites (trust me, theres lots of them) swung to fire on the aggressors of this new spaceborne attack, showering them with HE missiles.
On the ground, NSAA suddenly mobilised to full war status, and missile silos started opening, while massive waves of bombers took to the air in preparation to destroy these upstarts who thought to bring the final war to a start

OOC: if ONE of the sattelites that fired remains, i'll glass you, kai?

OOC: I'm assuming you're attacking the CA, correct? Because I know you're cool with Wagdog. If you're cool with Wagdog you're cool with me ;)

In space, the entire network of NSAA military sattelites (trust me, theres lots of them) swung to fire on the aggressors of this new spaceborne attack, showering them with HE missiles.
On the ground, NSAA suddenly mobilised to full war status, and missile silos started opening, while massive waves of bombers took to the air in preparation to destroy these upstarts who thought to bring the final war to a start

OOC: if ONE of the sattelites that fired remains, i'll glass you, kai?

OOC: Well, Kampfers was the aggressor in the space, who used the god rod, but I think NSAA is friends with Wagdog. No idea.... :S

In space, the entire network of NSAA military sattelites (trust me, theres lots of them) swung to fire on the aggressors of this new spaceborne attack, showering them with HE missiles.
On the ground, NSAA suddenly mobilised to full war status, and missile silos started opening, while massive waves of bombers took to the air in preparation to destroy these upstarts who thought to bring the final war to a start

OOC: if ONE of the sattelites that fired remains, i'll glass you, kai?

OOC: Missiles...Missiles..hahaha

The men in space command just stared, watching as the god rods exploded over Kampfers, but what came next brought back up their hopes. The nation on NSAA believed that they could shut down the Griffincrest space network through the use of HE missiles. What a mistake that was, as soon, space would be covered in hundreds of thousands of Brilliant Pebbles, which had destroyed the vast majority of the enemy missiles. Unfortunately, a satelite for the TDC was downed, temporarily causing a service disruption on the ground, and a missile satelite was damaged. The solar sailors swung around to split their force now, half hunting the Kampferian satelites and pumelling their homeland, and the other half now going after the space assets of the NSAA. Using their six inch railguns, it would be far more difficult to stop these vessels of space warfare.

Meanwhile, at sea, it was going far worse. Over fourteen hundred Gnats took to the air, each one jerry rigged to carry and AIM-120, and with them were another hundred and twenty F-14 Tomcats. These aircraft blasted off straight for the enemy, and soon the skies were filled with the missiles of both sides. Meanwhile, the launch at the Kraken was just poorly planned, as the Kraken was positioned in the middle of the fleet, and thus the safest target in the fleet. Still, however, two missiles screamed into it. The massive ship lurched to its port side as its crews desperatly tried to pump out the water that was rushing thorugh it.

Aboard its bridge, Admiral Ironclaw was tossed to the ground from the impact of one of the Rufous missiles. He stood to view a seen of horror. Of the original one hundred and twenty Um al Maradim ships, only about forty remained undamaged. Charon and Neptune class ships lay capsized all about the fleet, and only a few dozen yards to his starboard, a Chieftain class pocket battleship was sticking straight up out of the water, and Lucius watched as the crewmen tumbled down the deck into the oil and blood covered waters below. He ordered his fleet to pull out of range of the enemy missiles, and release a massive barrage of over two thousand Khan's (graciously donated by allies) to be launched at the Wagdog fleet in retaliation. The Griffincrest fleet would not be able to continue offensive operations in its current state, and now, the war would be decided at the Prussian landing.

OOC2: Glassing me would be your last mistake...kai

OOC: yeah, i'm treating wagdog as an ally, but space warfare pisses me off, so i stop it. also, railguns in space are teh slow... And sorry, but say goodbye to your homeland. You are costing me a lot of money in secret sattelite tech here.

IC: The NSAA sattelites activated their defensive countermeasures (ejecting entire sections as huge chaff, thereby moving out of the way of other incoming), although a few were caught in crossfire and destroyed, and returned fire en masse with the heavy gausscannon mounted behind the ejected sections, while firing more missiles, each with its own inbuilt self-defence laser. Whilst this new barrage was firing, those sattelites above the griffincrest's homeland let lose a barrage of ultra-high-acceleration missiles carrying their deadly payload of biowarfare toxins designed to wipe out entire countries down towards said homeland.

Meanwhile, accross NSAA, missile silos were now open and ready to fire, and the last man on the surface in Black Mountain City (the capital, built on a stupidly huge mountain) broadcast the following message to the world.
"The Griffincrest corpration have made the fatal mistake of firing from orbit into someone's homeland. Therefore NSAA have determined to destroy them unless they cease all military actions within 10 minutes. We have sufficient force to destroy them many times over, and will employ it if defied in this.

OOC: Shut down all sats, and start your fleets for home. also, those missiles from space are not in atmosphere yet, so dont try to respond to them yet please... And no, it wouldnt. glassing kraven with my subs would be.

The Shakal vessels were caught by surprise from the Death Watch weapons. Several smaller destroyers were instantly taken out by the anti-ship missles. However, the cruisers and frigates used there anti-missle defence systems to knock out those that remained incoming. The harpoons that made contact with the Shakal flagships simply exploded leaving a blackmarks on the hull. The order was given to turn the aircraft about and destroy the enemy fleet. 500 aircraft broke off and headed for the Death Watch fleet. The heavier Shakal ships turned there fire against the new enemy. The older Redemption Class Cruisers launched there SSN14 Cruise Missles at the enemy fleet accompanied by some 12 TIDAF missles. These weapons were huge weapons that shot 12km into the air and traveleld towards the enemy at Mach 6. Then they would dive down and expect to get hit by anti-missle defences, just before its destruction is explodes releasing dozens of smaller anti-ship missles to rain down onto the enemy fleet before further reactions can take place.

The Shakal subs dove and also headed for the enemy fleet. There torpedoes and missles could be utilized to devastate there targets.

Death General Mereel just stood there laughing as Death Watch sailors, already knowing their orders, hurried to their positions. RIM-116 missiles tore into the Shakal aircraft, which were heading right towards the surface-to-air missiles. If any of the Shakal aircraft, extremely unlikely, were to somehow venture past the missiles, Phalanx CIWS would open fire, demolishing whatever was left of the aircraft.

Since the SONAR buoys had already been deployed, finding the Shakal subs would be a simple task. Each SH-60 Seahawk helicopter unleashed their payload of Mark 50 torpedoes at the now submerged submarines.

Multiple guided-missile cruisers were torn up by Shakal cannons and anti-ship missiles. On the bright side, however, this group was just an ambush party. The main Death Watch fleet had just arrived. Iowa-Class Battleships opened fire on the Shakal ships, going for whichever were in the worst spot. Los-Angeles Class submarines launched their 4 forward torpedo tubes at the same time for the most effect.



Ground forces
10 million soldiers-sent by a friend of the Death Watch
1 million soldiers- sent by another friend of the Death Watch
8 armored divisions-sent by a friend of the Death Watch
1 armored division- sent by another friend of the Death Watch
1 million Death Watch soldiers
4 armored divisions
*classified beyond this point*

The ships of the Zweiten Reich saw the Iowa class Battleships of the Death Watch open fire on the Shakal fleet. The Admiral couldnt help but smile. The Shakal flagship alone could easily handle a fight with dozens of battleships. He ordered his ships to open fire on the closest enemy ship with armor penetrating anti-ship missles. He Ordered the men to aim for the main guns of the ships to blow them off.

Death General Mereel just stood there laughing as Death Watch sailors, already knowing their orders, hurried to their positions. RIM-116 missiles tore into the Shakal aircraft, which were heading right towards the surface-to-air missiles. If any of the Shakal aircraft, extremely unlikely, were to somehow venture past the missiles, Phalanx CIWS would open fire, demolishing whatever was left of the aircraft.

Since the SONAR buoys had already been deployed, finding the Shakal subs would be a simple task. Each SH-60 Seahawk helicopter unleashed their payload of Mark 50 torpedoes at the now submerged submarines.

Multiple guided-missile cruisers were torn up by Shakal cannons and anti-ship missiles. On the bright side, however, this group was just an ambush party. The main Death Watch fleet had just arrived. Iowa-Class Battleships opened fire on the Shakal ships, going for whichever were in the worst spot. Los-Angeles Class submarines launched their 4 forward torpedo tubes at the same time for the most effect.


The Death Watch missles tore into the Shakal aircraft. Over 100 went down instantly. But the Shakal Bn-X were fast enough and armed with countermeasures. Regardless the aircraft turned there attention towards the Death watch Battleships that had arrived. They utilized there high velocity air to ship missles and fired as soon as locks were reached. The Shakal vessels were phased little by the Battleship fire, the shots that did hit anything as large as a cruiser did little damage, but to the smaller vessels it was devastating. The Shakal flagship fired its Nebelcrange anti-sub missles at the enemy which could be easily detected by the Shakal destroyers whos main purpose was to detect and destroy subs and aircraft. The 28 main guns on the Samantha opened up again with there 30inch shells, a single hit was easily enough to utterly destroy the deck of the older battleships.

Wagdian Fourteenth Fleet...
As the radar, steering and missile operators aboard the UWS Eugene Debs began shouting, cursing, and yes even praying very hard while they leapt to duty upon notice of the Khan barrage inbound, Admiral Michael Vers simply sighed. "Not half so bad, proportionally speaking, as what we threw their way after all..." Yes, he thought after whispering this to himself in the red-lit confines of the CIC that might just become his coffin yet; so long as the Griffincrest fleet was driven from this sector and bloodied by far, their mission was accomplished for now. Although naturally he preferred to live like anyone else not trained in the kamikaze tradition that some Questarians might go for, he could accept death after having mauled his enemy so badly as a 'fair cop' to coin the British phrase.

And the incoming Khans showed neither hesitation nor mercy in arguing for said acceptance. Detected somewhat through their ballistic arc, they attracted the massed ire of just shy of three-thousand S-400 fleet antiballistic missiles. Arcing straight into the sky, they soon turned on their seeker heads and homed in on the guidance signals from the Tomb Stone radars aboard the cruisers and battleships; more often than not, diving to strike from below upon a Khan projectile that was already entering the descent phase. And all told, these somewhat-homely fleet ABMs (compared to others in use by more-sophisticated powers) nonetheless performed reasonably-well in reducing the incoming barrage to some seven-hundred Khans out of the original two-thousand. Somewhat...

The problem in that of course being if one didn't stop a Khan early then one's odds of stopping it at all, coming on at Mach 11.8 terminal velocity with either a diving or sea-skimming trajectory as it would inevitably be, imploded to 'vanishingly small' at best. Still, one equally had a duty to try; war was indeed a cast iron bother that way. Hence, now thoroughly desperate, the targeted Wagdian ships threw litrerally everything at the oncoming hypersonic projectiles; guided missiles from Kinzhal and Kortik to Kashtan types, unguided bursting shells from 25" main or 250mm MCLWG to 135mm DP guns, it didn't matter. There were less than seconds left, and everything had to go. Cruisers and destroyers and battleships and even mighty aircraft carriers, literally every ship in the path of these missiles was blazing away with all defensive fire in no real pattern; the idea, simply, was to fill the sky between them and the oncoming Khans with as much lead and shellfire and rocketry as possible. If nothing else, as many crews dared to hope, they might just deflect the warhead somewhat so it didn't impact a vital area and set the ship in question alight at once.

And for many of these ships, naturally, said idea failed. The carriers and support ships weathered the storm best, being the best protected by both their central position in the shuriken like formation the Wagdian fleet had learned from observing Catalasian force exercises in their waters way back during the Nicksyllvanian War and by the presence of their escorts; not to mention having lurched hard away from the Khans so that the burden of such attack could expressly fall upon such escorts. Still, 'best' was a relative term in this case; fully two carriers including the Eugene Debs went up like torches, their ammunition bunkers pierced and exploded by Khan impacts, and so far all the support vessels had miraculously survived (though at grave cost to their escorts). Worse for the landing, only two battleships had functionally survived; the UWS Boromir and UWS Marshal Koniev, the third 'survivor' UWS Samwise Gamgee taking on water like mad and having a busted rudder with scarcely any odds of returning home. The 2400 Marines and their various equipment lost aboard the two carriers sunk also didn't help matters regarding the future landings, either...

The escorts though, as usual, had the worst time of it despite their key contribution to the fleet's survival. All nine of the previously-damaged cruisers were sunk, as well as some twelve more among their sisters before the nightmare of amok guns, shrieking missiles and ships flaring into floating ovens was over. And the four surviving cruisers were left with some eleven destroyers total to complement; the remainder of the Danechka class pickets, down to the last whilst they were covering the lurch away from destruction of the capitals as well as the hospital and assault ships, having been utterly destroyed as the Khans taking them down sliced through their mere seven inches of plate and often simply shattered the vessels due to the sheer kinetic energy of a Mach 12-ish impact.

All told, things were not looking good at all for the Wagdian fleet. However, while the wounded battleship Samwise Gamgee took one cruiser (UWS Bombard the Party Headquarters! and two destroyers (UWS Anti-Fascist Protective Barrier) and UWS Class Consciousness)home to help it attempt limping back to Lazarus while frantically trying to stay buoyant even, the remainder of the fleet turned towards Wanderjarian forces and broadcast the following message...

SIC
OBSAT SECURE BATTLEFIELD COMMUNICATION
FROM: UWS MARSHAL KONIEV, VICE ADMIRAL BROWN COMMANDING
TO: WANDERJARIAN, OTHER ALLIED COMMANDS

USSW FOURTEENTH FLEET HEAVILY DAMAGED FROM GRIFFINCREST REVENGE MISSILE STRIKE. STOP
SUPPORT CAPABILITY REMAINS INTACT, BUT ONLY AT MASSIVE COST TO ESCORTS AND SEVERE DAMAGE TO CAPITAL COMBATANTS AS WELL. STOP
ESTIMATED TWO-FIFTHS OF OUR AIR COMPLEMENT WILL REQUIRE NEW CARRIERS TO OPERATE FROM; OUR APOLOGIES, BUT MAY WE LAND SOME SQUADRONS ON YOUR OR OTHER ALLIED CARRIERS TO RELIEVE LOST UNITS? STOP
WE ARE STILL, IN FINAL ANALYSIS, COMBAT-CAPABLE; IF AT A REDUCED DEGREE. STOP
MAY WE ACT AS AN AUXILIARY WING TO YOUR FLEET, OR ANOTHER SO REQUIRING? STOP
REST ASSURED, WE EMPHATICALLY ARE NOT RETREATING; THAT'S GRIFFINCREST'S JOB HERE. FULL STOP.

IC2
Mixed Wagdian/Wanderjarian Fighter BARCAP, Approximately 600km From Former Griffincrest Fleet Position...
Major Drels was fuming now. "OK, those Khans are getting just plain cheap now!" Of course, he had other things to worry about as he was keeping to Mach 1.2 while dodging an AMRAAM that some funky Gnat variant was sending his way. You've got to be kidding me! His incredulity at the desperation of such a fighter concept was indeed profound. Sure, it's creative... but isn't that just a bit needy or something? I mean, if you can't field a proper interceptor force, like those Tomcats you've also send our way Mr. Griffincrest, then why bother? Still, now was the time for other things.

Namely, for the training of Wagdian pilots to kick in and see this furball through. Although the word that their carriers were now sunk or ablaze pushed many to want to abandon all inhibitions, nonetheless discipline and tactics prevailed. First another 15,000 R-27AE Alamo-E active-homing missiles were loosed at the enemy, not particularly caring what to target since the real threat was to come and there was plenty of overlap just like against the Toopoxian Air Force not long prior.

Pushing to afterburner and entering a mass zoom climb, the entire 2500 strong Wagdian fighter force next planned to blow high and above the enemy before pulling an equally-massed split-S, crashing down on their enemies from above and behind to let fly with another 15,000 R-27ET Alamo-D BVR heat-seekers. For this purpose, radars were again powered-down into standby so the enemy would have that much less to track them with on passive systems, and the MOTS multi-sensor passive targeting systems of the Cardinals were again (literally) on the ball. Once the range was back down again and firing positions regained, the enemy's tails would become most uncomfortable indeed...

For now however, the only ones with uncomfortable tails were the outbound bombers with Phoenix missiles from the Griffincrest F-14s on them. The Zeus bombers were luckier, since their turreted and radar-controlled autocannons actually did the deed in combination with their quite-luxurious defensive countermeasures suites; the guns serving as an aerial CIWS of sorts, although some 100 Zeus were downed nonetheless when all was said and done. As for the Blackjacks, another 100 were shot down while the others managed to outlast or jam the missiles; these having been less able to defend themselves, due to lacking a cannon-suite or the control systems for it to be effective against AAMs like the one on the Candrian-designed Zeus bombers could. Still, two-hundred bombers for a Griffincrest fleet largely wrecked and verifiably driven into retreat, it's main dreadnought damaged and apparently taking on water (if sonar readings from the still-extant submarines were any indication...); hardly a bad exchange, at least compared to what the surface fleet had suffered. Considering that it was on the battlefield of objectives and wills that wars were really won, in fact, not a bad exchange at all; since Wagdog was still on the field, while Griffincrest was fleeing same bloodied and maimed and, above all, defeated in its mission to secure the seas for the Corporate Alliance.

OOC: you like making me get involved in things?

IC:
The No_State_At_All 4th heavy combat fleet, hearing of the damage sustained by the WagDian fleet, moved in from its holding position in range for a massed missile strike against the occupied zone, in order to put what remained of the Griffincrest fleet on the bottom, unleashing its first salvo, this of long range anti-shipping missiles. A total of 200 were fired from the fleet's tubes while 50 X42 VTOL fighters took to the air to provide close air defence.


Encrypted signal via NSAA sattelite network
TO: UWS MARSHAL KONIEV
FROM: Admiral Davies, NSS Glory

Your aircraft are welcome to land on our carriers. We will assist you in terminating these corporate scum.


OOB: (note, cant find my factbook on here, missing a load of stats on this PC. will find it somewhere. these are custom jobs, however)
1 x Freedom class Battleship
5 x Exeter class SuperCarriers
20 x Ajax class Destroyers
50 x Achilles class Frigates
10 x Waverider class combat Hydrofoils

OOC: you like making me get involved in things?

IC:
The No_State_At_All 4th heavy combat fleet, hearing of the damage sustained by the WagDian fleet, moved in from its holding position in range for a massed missile strike against the occupied zone, in order to put what remained of the Griffincrest fleet on the bottom, unleashing its first salvo, this of long range anti-shipping missiles. A total of 200 were fired from the fleet's tubes while 50 X42 VTOL fighters took to the air to provide close air defence.



OOB: (note, cant find my factbook on here, missing a load of stats on this PC. will find it somewhere. these are custom jobs, however)
1 x Freedom class Battleship
5 x Exeter class SuperCarriers
20 x Ajax class Destroyers
50 x Achilles class Frigates
10 x Waverider class combat Hydrofoils
OOC: Like? No; in fact, that's why aside from regional defense in Laz' I want Vetaka out of this as much as possible. However, that sort of strike had to do the damage dealt since I riled BC enough with my missile strike as-was. I do RP fairly, after all; even if ICly my government fights most unfairly.
IC
Although the fight was too new (and ongoing no less) for most of the fighter force to take advantage of the offer, those out of missiles or damaged and needing to recover somwhere, anywhere were most grateful to the NSAA forces for the offer. So long as these aircraft were still in the campaign, the advantage remained on the NPE side. And so as to make things easier, the fleet also moved to join with that from No_State_At_All so all so they could simplify any arrangements; the following message being sent...
SIC
OBSAT SECURE BATTLEFIELD COMMUNICATION
FROM: USSW FOURTEENTH FLEET; CO: V.ADM BROWN, UWS MARSHAL KONIEV
TO: ALL RELEVANT ALLIED COMMANDS IN GALLIAN THEATER

OUR THANKS FOR ANY AID; FOR SIMPLICITY'S SAKE, WE'RE ATTACHING TO THE NO_STATE_AT_ALL FLEET FOR FUTURE OPS. STOP
THAT DONE, DISTANT PURSUIT OF GRIFFINCREST FORCES BY ALLIED LONG-RANGE AIR ASSETS IS ADVISED; USSW SUPPLEMENTAL STRIKE TO THAT EFFECT ALREADY INBOUND, THOUGH ANY HELP AVAILABLE WOULD BE APPRECIATED SO AS TO MINIMIZE GRIFFINCREST FLEET'S CHANCES OF ESCAPE. STOP
ARE STILL LANDING-CAPABLE ASIDE FROM LOSS OF CERTAIN MECHANIZED FORMATIONS IN ENEMY MISSILE ATTACK; AT 3/5 CAPACITY, THOUGH MORALE MAY BE AN ISSUE. STOP
THE BLOODY RED HAS BEEN HOISTED MATES; NO QUARTER, SLAY THE CORPORATE FLEETS TO THE LAST AND STORM THE GALLIAN PORTS FOR BOOTY! FULL STOP

IC2
Meanwhile, back in Wagdog, even before the old bombers had returned yet another wave was being sent out. With the Griffincrest fighter forces heavily engaged, and hopefully soon to be annihilated by Wagdian and Wanderjarian fighters if they had any say in the matter, the time for pursuit was at hand. If Claudius Griffincrest felt that he could see his prized superdreadnought get away, he was dead wrong. Wagdog had put a great deal of money and thought into anti-supercapital measures ever since their first encounter with the type off Zanski in the form of the Nicksyllvanian Atrocity class; and such measures would pay off, one way or another.

All told, they were going to make an example of the Luxuria that the Corporate Alliance would never forget; hence, another one-hundred escort-busting Tu-160Ms took wing with two-hundred capital-killer B-22s behind, all loads internal this time so any hardpoints could accommodate fuel tanks and speed could be maximized. They sped off towards the Griffincrest fleet as it set to leave Gallia, multiple OBSATs being moved to neighboring regions to hopefully catch the fleet within their view by the time the next update came; assuming a wounded SD could somehow (doubtfully) still make that sort of speed, of course. With each update, and the tanker support being provided them until they finally had to leave Lazarus behind, the bombers would home in on the enemy fleet and do the same fateful deed as those behind; aiming to finish what their brethren had started...

OOC: Like? No; in fact, that's why aside from regional defense in Laz' I want Vetaka out of this as much as possible. However, that sort of strike had to do the damage dealt since I riled BC enough with my missile strike as-was. I do RP fairly, after all; even if ICly my government fights most unfairly.
IC
Although the fight was too new (and ongoing no less) for most of the fighter force to take advantage of the offer, those out of missiles or damaged and needing to recover somwhere, anywhere were most grateful to the NSAA forces for the offer. So long as these aircraft were still in the campaign, the advantage remained on the NPE side. And so as to make things easier, the fleet also moved to join with that from No_State_At_All so all so they could simplify any arrangements; the following message being sent...
SIC


IC2
Meanwhile, back in Wagdog, even before the old bombers had returned yet another wave was being sent out. With the Griffincrest fighter forces heavily engaged, and hopefully soon to be annihilated by Wagdian and Wanderjarian fighters if they had any say in the matter, the time for pursuit was at hand. If Claudius Griffincrest felt that he could see his prized superdreadnought get away, he was dead wrong. Wagdog had put a great deal of money and thought into anti-supercapital measures ever since their first encounter with the type off Zanski in the form of the Nicksyllvanian Atrocity class; and such measures would pay off, one way or another.

All told, they were going to make an example of the Luxuria that the Corporate Alliance would never forget; hence, another one-hundred escort-busting Tu-160Ms took wing with two-hundred capital-killer B-22s behind, all loads internal this time so any hardpoints could accommodate fuel tanks and speed could be maximized. They sped off towards the Griffincrest fleet as it set to leave Gallia, multiple OBSATs being moved to neighboring regions to hopefully catch the fleet within their view by the time the next update came; assuming a wounded SD could somehow (doubtfully) still make that sort of speed, of course. With each update, and the tanker support being provided them until they finally had to leave Lazarus behind, the bombers would home in on the enemy fleet and do the same fateful deed as those behind; aiming to finish what their brethren had started...

It was now apparent to Admiral Ironclaw that he was going to face his first ever naval defeat, and he was unhappy. He raged through his war room screaming that the Board should have given him more ships and that it was all Phoenixclaw's fault for being to damned cheap to send out a second fleet, or to even provide him with adequate aircraft. Outside his window, he watched as plane after plane, almost all of them Gnats, came crashing down into the sea.

The vast majority of what Griffincrest had sent to the skies were taken down by the advanced Wagdoggian aircraft, and now there was a second wave of aircraft inbound to finish the job that the previous wave was unable to, and undoubtedly this second wave would do it. Before the enemy aircraft were in range, however, Lucius decided to make a last ditch effort to save his fleet.

Encrypted Message to Wagdoggian Admiralty

We wish to secure a retreat from the theater, and are willing to surrender a carrier and ten billion dollars to your fleet in exchange for safe passage.

The only thing currently keeping the old Admiral from suicide was the knowledge that the Wagdoggians were not Prussians.

It was now apparent to Admiral Ironclaw that he was going to face his first ever naval defeat, and he was unhappy. He raged through his war room screaming that the Board should have given him more ships and that it was all Phoenixclaw's fault for being to damned cheap to send out a second fleet, or to even provide him with adequate aircraft. Outside his window, he watched as plane after plane, almost all of them Gnats, came crashing down into the sea.

The vast majority of what Griffincrest had sent to the skies were taken down by the advanced Wagdoggian aircraft, and now there was a second wave of aircraft inbound to finish the job that the previous wave was unable to, and undoubtedly this second wave would do it. Before the enemy aircraft were in range, however, Lucius decided to make a last ditch effort to save his fleet.

Encrypted Message to Wagdoggian Admiralty

We wish to secure a retreat from the theater, and are willing to surrender a carrier and ten billion dollars to your fleet in exchange for safe passage.

The only thing currently keeping the old Admiral from suicide was the knowledge that the Wagdoggians were not Prussians.
General Secretary Charles Lind positively guffawed at the message that Grand Admiral Teran Suthonang had read from the Griffincrest fleet to the USSW Admiralty. Sorry Adm. Ironclaw, Lind thought ruthlessly, You're going to have to cough up far more than just ten billion if you wish to live... Hence, he asked this of his chief naval adviser. "How about we offer these guys something better, seeing as right now we don't exactly recognize them as legitimate combatants, right?"

"Agreed, Comrade." Since the Corporate Alliance forces were often just that, mercenary or sub-national elements allied with the occasional arch-capitalist or corporate-ruled nation proper, those non-governmental forces were both ideologically and de jure regarded as 'illegal combatants' under Wagdian law. Hence, although such would never be done due to the ethical violations involved, Wagdog would be perfectly in its rights to... say... summarily execute any Corporate Alliance POW from one of the NGO forces at least. And hence, the offer ran like so to the Griffincrest forces...

SIC
ENCRYPTED DIRECT BURST TRANSMISSION
FROM: USSW WAR OFFICE CINC; GENERAL SECRETARY CHARLES D. LIND, USSW REVOLUTIONARY COMMAND COUNCIL
TO: ADM. IRONCLAW, GRIFFINCREST CORPORATION FIRST FLEET

I HAVE A BETTER IDEA. HOW ABOUT, INSTEAD OF TAKING A BRIBE FOR YOUR LIVES, I OFFER YOUR ENTIRE FLEET A FAIR SURRENDER UNDER THE HONORS OF WAR IN EXCHANGE FOR THEM?
THINK ABOUT IT. CURRENTLY, I REGARD YOUR FORCES AS 'ILLEGAL COMBATANTS' AS DEFINED UNDER THE GENEVA CONVENTIONS. ESSENTIALLY, RIGHT NOW GRIFFINCREST SECURITY FORCES' MERCENARIES HAVE LITTLE BETTER LEGAL RIGHTS OR STANDING THAN TERRORISTS AS FAR AS I'M CONCERNED; REGARDLESS OF HOW WELL-ARMED OR WEALTHY GRIFINCREST OIL INC. IS. THUS TECHNICALLY, IF I WANTED TO, I COULD SLAUGHTER YOU TO THE LAST AND NOT HAVE ANY LEGAL PROBLEM WITH THE DEED WHATSOEVER.
BUT I SHALL NOT DO SO, SO LONG AS YOU DO NOT FORCE THIS OF ME. RATHER, IN RETURN FOR SURRENDERING FIRST FLEET UNTO THE CUSTODY OF MY FORCES AND THOSE OF THE ROYALIST IMPERIUM OF NO_STATE_AT_ALL, I SHALL PERMIT YOUR FORCES TO SAIL INTO COMFORTABLE INTERNMENT AT MY NATION'S PORTS; ON THEIR OWN VESSELS AND UNDER THEIR OWN FLAG, WITH MY FLEET HAVING STRUCK THE 'BLOODY RED' WE CURRENTLY FLY IN HONOR OF THIS ARRANGEMENT. YOU ARE TO PERMIT PRIZE CREWS WITH ACCOMPANYING MARINE DETACHMENTS TO BOARD YOUR VESSELS AND ENSURE THAT ALL WEAPONS ARE NOT MERELY ELECTRONICALLY DEACTIVATED, BUT ALSO PHYSICALLY UNLOADED AND RETURNED TO A NEUTRAL AIMING POSTURE; AND THAT ALL PERSONAL ARMS ARE SECURED IN THEIR RESPOECTIVE ARMORIES TO BE LEFT UNDER OUR GUARD AT ALL TIMES.
THINK VERY HARD ABOUT YOUR ALTERNATIVES HERE: IGNOMINIOUS AND BLOODY DOOM, OR SURRENDER AS RECOGNIZED WARRIORS INTO A FAIR CAPTIVITY FOR THE DURATION OF HOSTILITIES BETWEEN THE NEW PRUSSIAN EMPIRE, THE CORPORATE ALLIANCE, AND ALL OTHER PARTIES BELLIGERENT ALLIED TO EITHER. YOUR PERSONNEL SHALL NOT BE MISTREATED OR HERDED INTO ANY CAMPS; WE HAVING BLOCKS OF STATE-OWNED AND MILITARILY-SECURED HOUSING FOR THE PURPOSE OF POW ACCOMMODATION, UNDER A STRICTER VARIATION OF THE SAME HOUSE-ARREST PROCEDURES USED FOR NON-CAPITAL CRIMINALS OF OUR OWN CITIZENSHIP. FOOD AND OTHER NECESSITIES SHALL BE PROVIDED IN GENEROUS AMOUNTS, AS SHALL OTHER ITEMS AS DEEMED APPROPRIATE UPON REQUEST. TO ENSURE A SAFE SURRENDER, REPAIR CREWS WILL BE DISPATCHED TO AID YOUR SHIPS' SURVIVAL AND ACCESS TO OUR HOSPITAL SHIPS FOR YOUR SAILORS AND PILOTS WILL BE GRANTED IF YOU ACCEPT.
SURELY THIS IS BETTER THAN DAVY JONES' LOCKER, YES? ACCEPT, AND MY FLEET AT LEAST WILL ALLOW YOUR SURVIVING PILOTS TO LAND AS WELL TO PARTAKE OF THESE PRIVILEGES SO OUTLINED. I BELIEVE YOU CAN IMAGINE WHAT HAPPENS IF YOU REJECT. AS I'VE SAID: THINK ABOUT IT.

-USSW WAR OFFICE-

IC2
Just to make sure that sufficient force would be in place to reinforce Fourteenth Fleet's survivors in carrying out said duties, either combat or surrender-enforcement, battle groups amounting to one-fifth of First and Third USSW Fleets set sail for Gallia along with all of both fleets' assault forces. These groups were of course far behind the bombers, the Blackjacks of which were already moving to go ahead of the Zeus' bombers so that the next attacks could be truly simultaneous this time (if ordered at all).

And while waiting for Admiral Ironclaw's reply, the Wagdian naval fighters were already making the pool of surrendering pilots their share smaller. "Another wave?" Major Drels was by now truly flabbergasted. "Surely these guys have got to be running out of fighters by now?" Nonetheless the two-thousand odd FA-15E Cardinal fighters still operational, counting losses for the campaign overall and those recovering to the various carriers damaged, continued to bring their honed tactics to bear on the Griffincrest fighters. Looping around at Mach 1.2 supercruise in a heart-shaped pincer, only diving into a high-speed yo-yo maneuver so as to leverage their speed advantage and more-efficiently bring their Alamo-D heat-seekers on the enemy's tails even if at the price of range, the fighters sent some 12,000 Alamo-Ds at the Griffincrest fighters' backsides thusly.

More Cardinals might be lost of course, seeing as the enemy was fairly-skilled and the Wagdian force might need to close in for use of the R-73EM Archer dogfight missiles or even guns perhaps, but so far the enemy's best still hadn't been good enough to break the Prussians' and Socialists' joint hold on Gallia's skies. And if the enemy's use of kitbashed 'Slammer-Gnats' (as Wagdian pilots called the bizarre pastiches of fighters that made the bulk of the opposition) was any indication, it wasn't likely to be yet either...

Response to Secretary Lind,

I refuse to surrender to the forces of No_State_At_All, and will only surrender to the forces of you nation, and no other. I would like, however, to raise the offer to two of our four carriers, ten billion dollars directly to both you, and Admiral Suthonang, and an additional hundred billion dollars to your government.

Admiral Sulief grabbed a P22 Assult Rifle from the racks and grinned mercilessly, just like his namesake had 400 years ago he would have to go and fight for the honour of Toopoxia despite his being outnumbered, outgunned and from what he had seen on the seas outpowered by the enemies level of tactics and technology.
IndentAnger burnt bright in his eyes at the destruction he had been witness to, the Baan had barely survived and when he had made it to port they told him that it would be repaired in time, he would be joining the ground forces for this fight, the last stand for Gallian Toopoxia.

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Lord General Smarz stared into the back of the Capitol Policemans head, he went over the actions he had taken which had led him this far, he had been there amongst his father whilst the child Smarz played his games, the day that Rebels stormed the Republic Building and killed what had remained of the Socialist Democratic Party.
IndentSmarz pictured the moment in his eyes and a tear popped out, he scrubbed it away before anyone in the room noticed, he thought back again to all the propoganda he had been told in school, about the great anarchy, when the streets were divided by so many factions and that Du'Font had to stand against it all, he had no choice.
IndentSmarz had agreed with this sentiment, although he admired the Socialists he couldn't help but feel they were weakened by indecision, the same weakness that afflicted him like an illness.
IndentHe remembered back to the day when he had been approached by Du'Font, the great man had come to him smiling, but troubled obviously, pressured into the whims of the Toopoxican Organisation, he told him, Smarz, that he only wanted peaceful order and that the actions of the alliance he had been forced into shamed him a great deal, it was a blight he could not lift and Smarz was sure that it was this blight which caused his death.
Indent"Sir!" Smarz yelped a little at the cracked salute of the Toopoxican officer, "Operation Final Stand is in effect, the bio weapons have been placed without civil panic." Smarz's heart dropped, he felt a deep great shame about all this, like he was betraying the instinct of Du'Font, the man who wanted order but got greed.
Indent"On Second thoughts son," Smarz pulled his head closer to the officer, he made sure that the Capitol Police officer could not hear him, "Tell them all, every man and his family should flee southwards bounds, even the communists if they know whats best for them."

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Raexe had been doing some reflection of his own sat high aloft in his office looking over the darkened city of Volitaia, he scratched his head and sighed happily, if tonight went as Smarz had planned it then Gallia would be theirs to keep.
IndentDu'Font would be surely happy to see such a thing, the man was an inspiration, his imperialistic charisma had united the entire nation and all its former colonies under one banner, Raexe held up a toast to the potrait of Du'Font, tonight was his night.

(OOC: The Final Stand of Saan Galli!!!)

Response to Secretary Lind,

I refuse to surrender to the forces of No_State_At_All, and will only surrender to the forces of you nation, and no other. I would like, however, to raise the offer to two of our four carriers, ten billion dollars directly to both you, and Admiral Suthonang, and an additional hundred billion dollars to your government.
The Wagdian government wasn't impressed. However, there was no sense in being unreasonable, not least when it could neutralize a major component of enemy air power...

ENCRYPTED BURST REPLY

ALTHOUGH THIS OFFER SOMEWHAT CONFUSES ME, I BELIEVE THIS IS A GOOD STARTING POINT IN THAT I SHALL NOT COMPEL YOU TO GIVE UP TO THE NSAA FORCES. HOWEVER, I WOULD FAR PREFER TO RECEIVE THE SURVIVING FORCES OF YOUR FLEET FOR THE DURATION OF HOSTILITIES, WITH THE TWO CARRIERS BEING THE ONLY VESSELS SEIZED PERMANENTLY AND THE MONEY BEING TAKEN AS RANSOM FOR THE EVENTUAL RELEASE OF ALL OTHER VESSELS. WOULD THIS BE FAIR?
I CANNOT COUNTENANCE ALLOWING SUCH POWER AS A SDN TO REMAIN IN THE HANDS OF A DEFEATED FORCE; MOMENTARILY EXCHANGING OUR POSITIONS IN THE HYPOTHETICAL SENSE, I BELIEVE YOU UNDERSTAND RIGHT AWAY WHY NOT. BUT AFTER MUCH THOUGHT, I DO BELIEVE THAT MY ORIGINAL AIM OF SEIZING THE LUXURIA AND ALL OTHER SURVIVING SHIPS AS WAR BOOTY MIGHT NOT BE THE MOST REALISTIC OF OPTIONS; NOT LEAST IN TERMS OF MAINTENANCE AND SUCHLIKE LOGISTICAL CONCERNS THE TYPES WOULD IMPOSE UPON MY FLEET. HENCE, I THINK I SHALL INDULGE THIS OFFER; SO LONG AS YOU UNDERSTAND THAT THOSE FORCES/PERSONNEL SURRENDERED TO MY NATION'S CUSTODY ARE TO BE RELEASED ONLY WHEN THIS WAR IS CONCLUDED, AND NOT AN INSTANT SOONER. THE MONEY SHALL BE USED TO PAY FOR THE INITIAL SUSTAINMENT OF YOUR PERSONNEL IN CAPTIVITY AND WHAT MAINTENANCE WE CAN PERFORM ON THE INTERNED VESSELS, UNTIL SUCH TIME AS MY GOVERNMENT'S OWN MEANS MUST BE BROUGHT TO BEAR; FAIR ENOUGH?

-GEN. SECRETARY CHARLES D. LIND, USSW REVOLUTIONARY COMMAND COUNCIL-

IC
This message dispatched, the bombers were to hold in orbits just outside the Gallian theater awaiting the Griffincrest First Fleet's response; targeting data for the Death Watch fleet being uploaded by datalink just in case a new use for the antiship missiles carried was required, of course. And the newly-deployed task force was arriving, forming up with the NSAA forces while the damaged vessels made preparations to break off and escort the captive prizes home once the deal was struck. No sense in not getting some practical tasks in alongside the errands of mercy, after all.

The air battles still raged, with the outcome likely until all-but-certain even if still undecided. Just as soon as the surviving Griffincrest fighters were dispatched to the last, or else stood down along with their parent fleet under the deal, the Wagdian Cardinals and Priests would arm up for air to ground sweeps in support of the landings to come; just as soon as those units forming up did so and the damaged vessels were underway out of the theater with their prizes. Until that time, things were indeed in a 'holding pattern' as it were...

OOC: Still awaiting responses from Leafy's massive missile strikes. I suggest that we don't continue until that is sorted out. I'll get a reply from Shakal and Die Reich after

OOC: Still awaiting responses from Leafy's massive missile strikes. I suggest that we don't continue until that is sorted out. I'll get a reply from Shakal and Die Reich after

OOC:We gave you replies. And I agree.

Encrypted Imperial Army, Navy, Air Force and Marines Joint Deployment Order
The Holy Reich of The Peoples Freedom is willing and able to send troops to assist our allies in this all important crusade. As such, we have instructed the First Imperial Armada to join this fight, as well as the Second Air Force and the newly-formed Fourth Army. The Order of Battles are displayed below.

First Imperial Armada:
1x Hood class super dreadnought
2x Freedom Class Command Battleships
8x Ajax Class Battleships
8x Valiant Class Battleships
8x Kaiser Class Battlecruisers
2x Atlantis Class Super Carriers
8x Victoria Class Carriers
4x Triton Class Escort Carriers
12x Prince Class Cruisers
12x Princess Class Anti-Air Cruisers
20x Ares Class Heavy Destroyers
20x Vulcan Anti-Air Destroyers
15x Luna Class Anti-Air Frigates
15x Sol Class ASW Frigates
25x Furious Class Arsenal Ships
10x Swordfish Class Submarines
15x Aeolus Class Submarines
20x Stingray Class Submarines
8x Prowler Class Submarines

Second Air Force:
1,000x Hawk Air Superiority Fighters
500x Condor Interceptors
1,000 Night Falcon Stealth Fighters
500x Hurricane Class Strategic Bomber
200x Raven Hypersonic Tactical Bomber
50x Volcano Nuclear Strategic Bomber

Fourth Imperial Army:
25 Infantry Divisions
8 Armored Divisions
8 Mechanized Divisions
2 Air Assault Divisions

OOC: Hey TPF, since you're going to be RPing my forces for the invasion of Galliria while I'm away, this is my ORBAT thus far for this operation. Feel free to pick units from my ORBAT and contribute them if needed. Don't throw my men's lives away needlessly please? ;)


7x Nimitz Carriers
12x Admiral Kutsayov (Spelling?) Carriers
100x Kirov Class Battlecruisers
1x Hood Class ship
12x Argentine Class Galleon Anti-Super Dreadnought ships
100x New Socialism Battleships
100x Sovremenny class destroyer
25x Lord Class Destroyer
46x AEGIS Cruiser
1,200x Su-47 Fighters
350x F-99 Fighters
450x F-88 Fighters
50x Eurocopter Tiger Attack Copters
30x Mi-17 Transport helicopters


ARMY:

1,088,000 Wanderjarian soldiers (8th Guards Army, 4th Guards Army)
5,000 Behemoth II
5,000 Behemoth III
10,000 T-90 MBT
12,000 BMP-3


Marine-Sturm Division (Marine Corps...to be referred to as the 3rd Marine Expeditionary Unit/2nd Marine-Sturm Division):

80,000 Marines
1,200 BMP-3
500x T-90
150x Behemoth III


Potential Reserves to be called up: Check ORBAT.

For further reference, since my ORBAT can't necessarily be trusted on numbers, Battalion: 500 men, four battalions in a Regiment: 20,000 men, four Regiments in a Division: 80,000 men, Four Divisions in a Corps: 136,000 men, Four Corps in an Army: 544,000 men.

OOC: A'ight, as the newest bro in the NPE, TPF has OOCly gotten me in. Now, I'm ICly getting myself in.

IC:

It had been too long since the Dominion had actually been in a war-too long. Across the sloping hills and arid deserts of the Amazonian continent-country, legions of Shock Troopers, Commandos, Scorpian Tanks, Railgun artillery pieces, and other forces constantly trained, picking and annihilating targets-but never putting that force, that training and skill, into practice on the battle field. However, The People's Freedom and Kampfers had put enough persuasion power to move Emperor Droma into the ranks of the New Prussian Empire. That meant that war was finally ready for the Challenger-class dreadnoughts that stood idle in the docks-finally off to fight, something the Dominion grinded for.

With TPF's latest communication, they wanted the Dominion to relay with their combined NPE fleets. The Dominion seemed fairly safe on both its domestic fronts-both at home, with loads of defenses, and in space, with prowling Hunter Killer Satellites serving as guards for artillery sats and communications sats. The Dominion was no big fan of space warfare, especially in godrod format, but they maintained a formidable supply and stache of controlled satellites armed with beam lasers-capable in space due to the lack of atmospheric effects-that stood by to intercept and vaporize threats. Equipped with Germanium solar panels to provide efficient energy, they were powerful beasts that stood by to defend the Dominion's vast satellite communication arrays and power networks in orbit.

As night carried across the Dominion in the Southern hemisphere, the primary Dominion landmass bustled with activity across its Southeastern ports. Massive Subjugator-class Fleet Carriers-not even able to be classified as Supercarriers, carrying absolute enourmous loads-heft up fighters, bombers, interceptors, and attack jets onto their decks, ready to move out. Marathon-class Protected Carriers loaded up planes and war material along with loading in Skyscream Cruise missiles and fuel-air LS-6 SAMs. Several Virulent-class Alpha Dreadnoughts sat in the waters nearby idle, already loaded up with weaponry and helicopters and men. Millions were going to war tonight.

Several hundred miles away, Five Equinox-class Assault Carriers, larger variants of LHDs, were loading up with tanks and aircraft. LSTs were loading troops on boards, boxes full of guns and ammo coming aboard. Men and women were boarding the transports, SAM boxes and VLS cells loaded up with fuel-air and homing-contact missiles, ready to fire at threats. Oilers and supply vessels sat nearby, loading up on supplies.

The fleet was ready-and out on the ADV Virulent herself, flagship of the entire Amazonian navy at large and an intensely powerful vessel equipped with tons of weaponry, Lord Ludo Kressh stood meditatively. He was to be the overall commander of the mission-the only heir going out into combat, for the others were busy with other tasks. He was more than capable, but slightly older than the others-he had, however, plenty of experience and was a very able tactician and strategist. He could do the job with precision and accuracy.

As the fleet began mobilizing, a secure tight-beam transmission flashed between the Amazonian relay satellites in orbit towards the other NPE nations.


Encryption Channel: VX5X4*63%N

Dominion Armadas are preparing to move out from homeland to rendevous with NPE naval forces. Just send us the coordinates to fleet movements via secure link so we may make haste.

-Lord Kressh
Acting Fleet Commander

OOC: Still awaiting responses from Leafy's massive missile strikes. I suggest that we don't continue until that is sorted out. I'll get a reply from Shakal and Die Reich after

Clearly, you didn't reply to Leafy's attack. I suggest that Amazonian continues no furthers until the NPE cheaters RP their losses.

OBSAT SECURE BATTLEFIELD COMMUNICATION
FROM: USSW WAR OFFICE
TO: HIGH COMMISIONER BOULA PARKINS, HONAKO

DO NOT FEAR REGARDING THE FLEET APPROACHING THE GREATER HONAKON REGION; SHOULD YOU DESIRE SUCH, WE COME TO PROTECT YOU AGAINST POSSIBLE CORPORATE ALLIANCE RETALIATION IN REGARDS TO NEUTRALITY IN THIS CAMPAIGN. STOP.
IS SUCH DEFENSIVE ASSISTANCE REQUIRED? STOP.
IF NOT, WE CAN BE ELSEWHERE; NO NEED TO IMPOSE. STOP.
WE SHALL REMAIN OUTSIDE HONAKON REGIONAL WATERS UNTIL WORD IS GIVEN, EITHER CONFIRMATION OR DENIAL. FULL STOP.
OOC: Very late reply, only just realised about this Wagdog. I'll use it to place myself in this thread...

Mrs. Bourla Parkins, High Commissioner for her region, her Greater Honakon, looked anxiously at the unanswered message that was placed before her on her expansive desk in the neatly organized office she liked to call “home”. The government of Wagdog seemed to think Honakon was in some kind of danger. For months the Commission had been voted for, urging her, to join the wars and fights that were erupting everywhere that Honakon’s allies always seemed to be tied too.

She had resisted, thinking of her people, who enjoyed the isolation of recent years and would perish at the thought of having to fight another war. But, the Wagdog, of all her allies, where the ones she most respected – she had done little to assist them, but they always wished to assist her. There helpfulness was something Honakon would not forget, and in their desperate time of need they would help, she reassured herself. The wars that went on now where ones she didn’t understand, ones she didn’t want to get in the way of rebuilding Honako’s fragile economy and make the country unstable once more.

“François” She called wearily into the distance corridor outside her imposing thick wooden doors, which were designed not only to keep the noise of the discussions in, but to halt intruders. As expected the greying face of an aging smaller man, if you could be smaller than Mrs. Parkins, popped into view in the corridor. He was carrying an odd umbrella in his right hand, using it as a walking stick.

Mrs. Parkins smiled. François Gaudet was one of the few men in the world that regularly received smiles from the normally icy woman, a loyal servant of many years, he had earned that respect. Despite being her butler as some may say, many knew that he actually held a lot of political power, as he was one of few men Mrs. Parkins listened too.

“What do I do François, the Wagdog’s offer me continued assistance, and yet we do little in return? I have been leader of this country for nearly twenty years, and yet I can't decide what is best for my people." She sounded feeble and unsure, for the iron lady. "Does our isolation make us a nation of cowards?” She looked at him and his face told her no answer. He did not know what to do this time, and every time she had asked him whether they should leave their apparent isolation, there was no reply. She began working on her reply, and within fifteen minutes François was ordering it to be sent to the highest Wagdog officials.

Secret Highly Coded Transmission To The United Socialist States of Wagdog War Office

We will accept your assistance kindly, however, if it is needed elsewhere to people who are more in grave danger then you may redirect it now. Though currently we plan a declaration of neutrality in the conflict, we are, shall we say, considering our position in the CA for various reasons. We were never active in their schemes much, and our politics have changed. Many nations in the NPE are close to us, allies of us. We feel your presence in the area could be needed in the future.

High Commissionar Mrs. Bourla Parkins of the Social Union of Honakon

Clearly, you didn't reply to Leafy's attack. I suggest that Amazonian continues no furthers until the NPE cheaters RP their losses.

OOC: How exactly are we cheaters? We did reply to the attack, and replied well. I apologise that you're fabled Khans are not as powerful as you'd like to believe as this Weapon of God's hand or something, but I fear that they are made of steel and bolts, thus susceptible to the same destruction as other missiles. We RP'd them, the attack claimed some of our ships, we still have many many more, now lets move on.

OOC: A'ight, as the newest bro in the NPE, TPF has OOCly gotten me in. Now, I'm ICly getting myself in.

IC:

It had been too long since the Dominion had actually been in a war-too long. Across the sloping hills and arid deserts of the Amazonian continent-country, legions of Shock Troopers, Commandos, Scorpian Tanks, Railgun artillery pieces, and other forces constantly trained, picking and annihilating targets-but never putting that force, that training and skill, into practice on the battle field. However, The People's Freedom and Kampfers had put enough persuasion power to move Emperor Droma into the ranks of the New Prussian Empire. That meant that war was finally ready for the Challenger-class dreadnoughts that stood idle in the docks-finally off to fight, something the Dominion grinded for.

With TPF's latest communication, they wanted the Dominion to relay with their combined NPE fleets. The Dominion seemed fairly safe on both its domestic fronts-both at home, with loads of defenses, and in space, with prowling Hunter Killer Satellites serving as guards for artillery sats and communications sats. The Dominion was no big fan of space warfare, especially in godrod format, but they maintained a formidable supply and stache of controlled satellites armed with beam lasers-capable in space due to the lack of atmospheric effects-that stood by to intercept and vaporize threats. Equipped with Germanium solar panels to provide efficient energy, they were powerful beasts that stood by to defend the Dominion's vast satellite communication arrays and power networks in orbit.

As night carried across the Dominion in the Southern hemisphere, the primary Dominion landmass bustled with activity across its Southeastern ports. Massive Subjugator-class Fleet Carriers-not even able to be classified as Supercarriers, carrying absolute enourmous loads-heft up fighters, bombers, interceptors, and attack jets onto their decks, ready to move out. Marathon-class Protected Carriers loaded up planes and war material along with loading in Skyscream Cruise missiles and fuel-air LS-6 SAMs. Several Virulent-class Alpha Dreadnoughts sat in the waters nearby idle, already loaded up with weaponry and helicopters and men. Millions were going to war tonight.

Several hundred miles away, Five Equinox-class Assault Carriers, larger variants of LHDs, were loading up with tanks and aircraft. LSTs were loading troops on boards, boxes full of guns and ammo coming aboard. Men and women were boarding the transports, SAM boxes and VLS cells loaded up with fuel-air and homing-contact missiles, ready to fire at threats. Oilers and supply vessels sat nearby, loading up on supplies.

The fleet was ready-and out on the ADV Virulent herself, flagship of the entire Amazonian navy at large and an intensely powerful vessel equipped with tons of weaponry, Lord Ludo Kressh stood meditatively. He was to be the overall commander of the mission-the only heir going out into combat, for the others were busy with other tasks. He was more than capable, but slightly older than the others-he had, however, plenty of experience and was a very able tactician and strategist. He could do the job with precision and accuracy.

As the fleet began mobilizing, a secure tight-beam transmission flashed between the Amazonian relay satellites in orbit towards the other NPE nations.


Encryption Channel: VX5X4*63%N

Dominion Armadas are preparing to move out from homeland to rendevous with NPE naval forces. Just send us the coordinates to fleet movements via secure link so we may make haste.

-Lord Kressh
Acting Fleet Commander

The Wanderjarian Commanders quickly responded to the incoming Amazonian Fleet. Any more Prussian Forces which were relayed to the battle would be welcomed with open arms.





TO: Dominion Armada Command
FROM: WANDERJARIAN OBERKOMMANDO DER WEHRMACHT (OKW, Wanderjarian Armed Forces High Command)


AMAZONIAN FORCES RENDEVOUS WITH BATTLEFLEET WANDERJAR AT FIFTY KMs SOUTH OF GALLIA. PULL IN AND PREPARE TO ENGAGE ENEMY FORCES. READY LANDING CRAFT AND CLOSE AIR SUPPORT AIRCRAFT FOR PENDING INVASION FOLLOWING THOROUGH BOMBARDMENT OF SHORELINE AND OTHER HOSTILE MILITARY INSTALLATIONS. WELCOME TO THE IMPERIAL ARMY OF PRUSSIA!

~BATTLEFLEET WANDERJAR KOMMAND

The ships of the Zweiten Reich saw the Iowa class Battleships of the Death Watch open fire on the Shakal fleet. The Admiral couldnt help but smile. The Shakal flagship alone could easily handle a fight with dozens of battleships. He ordered his ships to open fire on the closest enemy ship with armor penetrating anti-ship missles. He Ordered the men to aim for the main guns of the ships to blow them off.

"Are these guys serious? We will slaughter this 'fleet' Split the fleet! Open fire!" Was the command as half of the Death Watch fleet repositioned their guns, engaging the Die Reich fleet. Idle F/A-18 Hornet's took off from the Death Watch carriers and fired their Harpoon missiles at the Die Reich fleet. MIM-104 Patriot soon came to life, hitting the anti-ship missiles.

OOC: Your fleet's stats please?
The Death Watch missles tore into the Shakal aircraft. Over 100 went down instantly. But the Shakal Bn-X were fast enough and armed with countermeasures. Regardless the aircraft turned there attention towards the Death watch Battleships that had arrived. They utilized there high velocity air to ship missles and fired as soon as locks were reached. The Shakal vessels were phased little by the Battleship fire, the shots that did hit anything as large as a cruiser did little damage, but to the smaller vessels it was devastating. The Shakal flagship fired its Nebelcrange anti-sub missles at the enemy which could be easily detected by the Shakal destroyers whos main purpose was to detect and destroy subs and aircraft. The 28 main guns on the Samantha opened up again with there 30inch shells, a single hit was easily enough to utterly destroy the deck of the older battleships.


Although the Samantha can survive battleship fire, a few torpedoes would do the trick. Remaining Death Watch subs launched their arsenal of torpedoes at the flagship. More aircraft took off towards the flagship as Death Watch battleships fired at the Samantha.

Cruisers and Destroyers filled the ranks of their fallen counterparts as Death Watch ships began swarming the Shakal fleet.

Aboard The TPFS Hood
Admiral Schorner nodded to himself as the reports came in from the battle. It was coming to a close, but there was still some mopping up to do, and it seemed that some of the smaller fleets of the NPE were having a bit of trouble. Thus, Schorner thought it would be a good idea for the Fleet Air Arm to send in some planes, even as the fleet got within its 250 miles that it wanted to be in. He sighed slightly, the days of the battleship and by extension, the SD's, were coming to a close as carriers began to once again reclaim the sea. Schorner radioed to the aircraft carriers, and they began to launch their aircraft. Soon, more than one hundred M3F1 naval bombers were in the air, supported by an AWACS plane, one hundred Seagull fighters, and a few small tankers that were ready if needed.

Some Thirty Minutes Later
" Echo One, This is Foxtrot Three, enemy ships spotted, over."
" Roger, Echo One, be alert of hostile anti aircraft fire, Romeo Three, be alert for enemy bogies, over."
" Roger Echo one, Romeo Three prepared for bogies. Goldbird, you there? Over."
" Goldbird is here, Romeo Three, commence attack mission."

The bombers broke out into squadrons of five planes. They locked onto the enemy's Iowa Class battleships, and also their destroyers and cruisers, and let loose with the missiles. They would climb to nearly twenty thousand feet, and then they would dive down on the enemy, accelerating to mach 4 for the killing blow. The bombers launched over 300 missiles, and if more needed to be launched, more bombers could come while they rearmed.

OOC: Viston: Comment is heard and ignored.

IC:

The communication came in clearly via satellite transmission to the Virulent, Kressh making the decision to move out. The fleet could move fast, but it would take some time to reach Souther Gallia to rendevous with the Wanderjar fleet. With that in mind, Kressh ordered full speed ahead, and the armadas moved out, headed out to meet up with the other forces of the NPE and to begin the Amazonian chapter in the crusade.

SIC

Once again, Emperor Nero sat on his thrown in contemplation. Assembled before him was his court, composed of the greatest nobles and generals his nation had to offer. These men stood quietly at attention as they waited for the Emperor to speak. The Emperor's word was law, and he had a number of decisions to render this day.

For reasons unknown to sensible men, imperialistic communists were on the warpath once again. This time, their target was Gallia, an ally of the Empire.

Eventually, the Emperor spoke:

"As you already know, I have promised the Toopoxians aid in their defense of Gallia. Our ships are already on their way, and our aircraft will be joining the fray within the next 48 hours.

I gathered you here today to explain my desires as they relate to this war. In recent years, we have fought the Wanderjarians and their communist lackeys in three different wars. I grow weary of these non-profitable wars, and wish to see them concluded once and for all.

Clearly, merely repelling their invasions is not deterrent enough to prevent future attacks as there appears to be no limit to their willingness to fund and support failed invasions. This time, we need to do more than just send them limping home to fight another day. We need to destroy their will to fight us in the future.

For too long, the citizens of Wanderjar and their allied nations have been shielded from the violence of the wars they start. This time, that shall not be the case. It is high time they feel the sting of war.

I expect a list of NPE civilian and military targets to be available for my review within 36 hours.

Those are my desires. See to them."

OOC: ORBAT of my joint fleet will be posted shortly in the OOC thread.

OOC: Funny you call us communist when we are the largest anti-communist bloc on NS.

OOC: communist , schommunist.
also, response in orbit please.
oh yeah, and WagDog, that wasnt you i was refering to there.

IC: The No_State_At_All fleet changed its formation to better merge with its WagDian counterparts, and prepared to start bombarding the shore in preparation for landings.

OOC: communist , schommunist.
also, response in orbit please.
oh yeah, and WagDog, that wasnt you i was refering to there.

IC: The No_State_At_All fleet changed its formation to better merge with its WagDian counterparts, and prepared to start bombarding the shore in preparation for landings.
OOC: No offense taken.:cool: Anyway BC, your ships and aircraft going to form up with mine and get this deal over with? In the meantime (bombardment next IC post)...
Closing on Gallia...
Now that the NSAA and the bulk of the Wagdian fleet reinforcements had moved in closer to the coast, minus the detached ships moving to take the Griffincrest vessels into custody, yet further fighter patrols were launched; some 500 Cardinals and 100 Priests while the other half were kept in reserve. All reinforcements' air defenses were primed on hair-trigger alert while the survivors' tried to UNREP theirs as best as could; no word was yet in on the results of the ungodly cruise missile strikes against the Khan silos and mobile missile batteries that had coincided with the attack which broke the Griffincrest First Fleet, and there was no sense in complacency now that the only slightly better fate of Fourteenth Fleet illustrated the consequences of such in true bloody fashion.

The Priests formed the carriers' intercept screen for now, although recon sorties would begin soon enough; an advantage given their stealthier signature than the massive Cardinals carrying the brunt of the air war so far. Although still with patrol and antiship loadouts for now, soon the Cardinals would turn to their ostensible reason-for-being: heavy precision-strike loadouts. However, even moreso than the thousands of commando-laden helicopters launching from both the surviving and reinforcing Bear-class assault ships would indicate, the time for direct assault landings and recon/strike overflights of Gallia wasn't yet. For now, reconnaissance of the targets would have to be done in a more clandestine fashion...

USSW Vladimir-class SSN UWS Worker's World, approaching the Slomsk Bay beaches...
The recon personnel seconded to the sub's small marine detachment suited up and checked their silenced weapons before moving to board their Siren-class human torpedoes, these having been stripped of their warheads this time for the sake of speed and mission. Twelve men, two per torp, would move in and then hide the torps in the shallows; then proceed to reconnoiter the beach, begin demolitioning obstacles and calling in whatever fire support was needed when the landing proper got underway. They were all in black diving suits and prepared to lay as low as possible; no need for heroics now, just a simple sneak around the enemy capital for the moment. Blow up some beach obstacles, maybe make contact with some rebels; nothing fancy like everyone thinks Recon does before Hell Week straightens 'em out... went the line of thought.

"Well Red Devil Dogs, we good to go?" Captain Brian Llewellyn piped up before the tubes would be sealed and flooded. He anticipated one thing from his particular twelve Recon Marines; and got it.

"OOH-RAH SIR!" They knew exactly what that was, and shared the enthusiasm even if this was their first 'real' op for practically all of them. Only a few of the veterans from the landings off Strator, the last time this particular sort of reconnoiter had been required by the mission were still around after all."

"Semper fi Marines. Let's keep it quiet; look, rig to blow, and look again before anyone even thinks of shooting. There'll be plenty of that Special Effects stuff later on when we drop the hammer just before the real landing begins." That said, he gave the torpedo crews the thumbs up and the tubes were sealed; then flooded for the torpedo to lazily swim out along with its five brethren in the other tubes. Multiply this across twenty-four other submarines besides the UWS Worker's World, including fully ten subs off Saan Galli plus five off Villini itself, and an assessment of the scale of the coastal reconnaissance effort Wagdog was mounting here could be gained both accurately and at once.

At their respective locations, five twelve-man teams checking out Villini as a precaution while Slomsk and Saan Galli got the full ten teams each, the shadowy chaos would soon begin as obstacles would be wrecked by Bangalore Torpedoes or C4 or or other such explosives; as defensive positions would be noted and marked for later destruction by air or naval fire; and as the enemy found themselves being gunned down with whispers by seeming ghosts of men, emerging from the waters with bloody murder indeed in their eyes. And this was before any battleship shells fell or landing craft disgorged their tanks, to be true; but those would come soon enough. All in due time...

SIC
OBSAT SECURE STRATEGIC COMMUNICATION
FROM: USSW WAR OFFICE
TO: HIGH COMMISSIONER BOULA PARKINS, HONAKO

WE THANK YOU FOR YOUR PERMISSION AND ACTIONS TO UNDERMINE THE CA EFFORT; THEY ARE MORE THAN ENOUGH, AND PROVE YOUR QUALITY GREATLY. STOP
AT PRESENT, WE'RE UNSURE WHERE OUR FORCE MAY BE NEEDED MORE DUE TO MULTIPLE POSSIBLE CONTINGENCIES; AND WE'D PREFER NOT TO INVITE ATTACK UNLESS YOU'VE ALREADY BEEN THREATENED. STOP
FOR NOW WE'LL RESERVE CERTAIN AIR/GROUND DEPLOYMENTS FOR YOUR LAND WHILE KEEPING THIS FLEET JUST OUTSIDE YOUR WATERS; THIS WAY, WE CAN ACT ON SHORT NOTICE AND YET REMAIN FLEXIBLE. STOP
SIMPLY ALERT US TO ANY PARTICULAR THREAT YOU RECEIVE OR NOTICE, AND WE CAN DEPLOY. FULL STOP

SIC:

ENCRYPTED MSG TO ALLIES IN THE CA

Allies,

We are planning on sending two million marines with 4000 tanks and IFVs to the Gallian mainland. We also are sending three thousand land-based missile launchers that can fire anti-shipping and cruise missiles. And we're sending a mining crew to seed the beaches. All in all, this force should arrive within 48 hours, at the latest.

On the tarmac of Base One in Akimonad, ten C-17s were idling, as marines piled in. Down the tarmac, ten C-5s were being loaded with tanks, ammo, mobile missile launchers and mines.

Eventually everything was packed, and the airlifters took off, heading for northern Gallia, approaching from the northwest.

SIC:


On the tarmac of Base One in Akimonad, ten C-17s were idling, as marines piled in. Down the tarmac, ten C-5s were being loaded with tanks, ammo, mobile missile launchers and mines.

Eventually everything was packed, and the airlifters took off, heading for northern Gallia, approaching from the northwest.


When the Akimonadi aircraft arrived within one hundred miles of Gallian airspace, they would be in for a most unpleasent surprise. With Prussian and Wagdoggie uncontested Air superiority, missiles could be easily launched from beyond visual range and annihilate any aircraft foolish enough to enter their airspace. A thousand Su-47 Fighters, armed multiple with AA21MS Beyond Visual Range Air-to-Air Missiles patrolled the skies incooperation with the other Wanderjarian Aircraft and their allies. No reinforcements would be possible by air, and the enemy would soon find this out through pain and bloodshed.

The Wanderjarian OKW Commanders knew they were coming, and from where. Sattelites tracked their every motion, and the moment that they were in range all availible fighters would be directed to engage. The Admiral aboard the Reaver sat in his Command bridge, waiting. The enemy had no hope, and no future. Soon enough this campaign would be over, and then the crusade would continue....

"Sir." The copilot called to the pilot.

"Yes?"

"Bogeys inbound, 500 miles out. Satellite picked them up."

"Oh, well, let's go back then."

The whole formation turned and headed back towards Akimonad.

The pilot radioed into ADFair High Command.

"We've got too many fighters to try and make an approach. We need to scramble the air wings. Now."

The General replied. "That would not be a decision for me to make. I must get the Commodore."

A few moments later the Head of State of Akimonad, Commodore Daniel Heusen, was on the radio.

"What?" he barked, somewhat annoyed.

"There's several thousand planes in the air. We can't secure a landing zone. They have air superiority."

"Hmm. General, get over here. Do we still have those missiles Griffincrest sent us for trial?"

"The Skynets? Yeah. They sent 'em to us on for trials and adaptation."

"Well, let's try 'em. Are they at the on the satellites?"

"Yeah."

"Well, fire at will. Get that flock out of the sky."

High above Gallia, the heavily-armored space station Arkbird adjusted its course. It sailed over towards the swarm of planes. The gigantic space station opened its payload bays and fired off five thousand Skynet missiles towards the planes. Nearly 1/8 of its payload. Arkbird reloaded and fired again. Another five thousand Skynets rocketed down to the troposphere, joining the other five thousand and reaching the swarm of planes.

SIC:

"Sir, have you heard what's going on with our allies and enemies?"

An administrator began to talk to Julius Nero the lesser, who was soon to be made Emperor. People had wanted to make him emperor for long before his brother died, but he would not participate in any coup against his brother. He just wouldn't have it.

"Yes I did. Don't you know I already deployed 10 million troops for the Death Watch to use?"

"I was quite aware sir, but me and quite a number of other senators suggest we take a more...active role."

"How so?"

"We suggest that you deploy Tactical Task Forces 2-5."

"The Tactical Task Forces? They literally have no air support. Why would I send them in for the slaughter?"

"We planned that you send in the Nero class ships."

"Are you crazy? Those things are too expensive to send in. Sure they can handle aircraft and are stealth, but I don't want to take the risk."

"Sir, their might be something we have been keeping from you. There are more Nero classes than you might be aware of....."

"Exactly how many?"

"Enough".

Nero the Lesser was getting angry. If he was to be the Emperor, which he was, he wouldn't have things hidden from him. He'd let this go, however.

"Very well. Send three Nero class ships and TTF 2-5. Also, send a Wasp class, just incase. Order them to meet up with the closest Corporate fleet."

"Right".

At that moment, the crews of 34 ships began to prep their ships, load supplies, ammo, say their goodbyes, and do whatever else they did. They would be ready to leave soon.

Saint Peter's Mountain Complex
The complex, home of Strategic Command, had also been in the forefront of any conflict TPF got into. This one was no different. They had been busy begging to track the large amount of orbital satellites above the Galliean battlefield, and they had a lot to track. Now, they noticed a new target, a very large weapons station. Immediately, the room went into chaos, as this was they first sign of a weapons orbital instead of a communications or spy orbital. The OD quickly radioed his superior, who confirmed that they were to engage the target. Klaxon's hooted and blared as men rushed to battle stations. For this station, regular ASAT missiles would be used, but the Strategic Command also began to re-route Brilliant Pebbles to the conflict zone, so they could shut of the area to any future attacks. Silo doors opened, and twenty ASAT missiles were launched. They reached deep into the sky, their fire plums reaching the ground. Soon, its booster rocket fell off, and a Ramjet-Scramjet engine activated. The missiles were now traveling at hypersonic speeds, and they would soon smash into the station with deadly warheads.

"Sir, they've launched against us!" cried the radar operator of the Arkbird.

"Oh," said the Commander, "they think this thing just orbits?"

The commander looked towards the engine officer.

"Flank speed please."

The five massive engines on the rear of the Arkbird ignited sending the spaceplane shooting away from Gallia at extremely high speed.

"All right then." the Commander said, the missiles still following, "activate the defense systems."

Several turrets on the bottom of the Arkbird turned and targeted the twenty ASATs.

"Heh. They think this thing is a satellite. Well, it's a lot harder than it looks."

The turrets fired over one hundred missiles at the ASATs. Fifty Skynets streamed towards them, as well as twenty Sprint missiles and thirty Arkbird Defense Missiles. Overall, the missiles claimed nineteen of the ASATs. The last ASAT detonated on the underside of the Arkbird, blowing away a cargo bay and the outside door of an airlock.

"Shit! Well, it could be worse." The commander said, watching some of the Arkbird's consumables dropping quickly into the atmosphere.

"Where are we?" the commanders asked.

"Above Akimonad."

"Call for supplies and ammunition."

Below the Arkbird, a cargo container was being loaded on the mass driver. Once it was loaded, the mass driver was powered up and shot the container into the sky, where it docked with the Arkbird.

"Look at that." the commander said, pointing to a shell on the ground the exact size and shape as the Arkbird...

Imperial Senate Complex, Gatawa, Gataway

The streets were overflowing as the mass crowds of citizens crammed the city streets, waving flags and singing the national anthem along with other patriotic songs.

Emperor Nadov stood at the stairs of the newly constructed Senate Complex as dozens of reporters from all across the empire representing countless news stations lined the stairs below him.

Nadov's voice echoed throughout the great metropolis over the PA systems...the crowds uproar lifted tenfold as chants of the emperor's name now echoed throughout the city...after a few moments the crowds fell silent.

"As I am sure you are all aware the war with the despicable corporate alliance has been going on for some time now..already our honorable and courageous Prussian allies have defeated the Corporate Alliance dogs..and are positioning themselves to attack the island of Gallia itself.

Today is a great day for us as today we go forth and join our Prussian brethren in their struggle against the Corporate Alliance foes..

The road ahead will be a tough one and sacrifices will have to be made, but they will not be in vain. If we stand together united as one not even god himself could defeat us victory and glory await us."

At the conclusion of his speech the crowd roared louder than before as the streets filled with confetti and other trinkets.

Nadov after briefly waving out to the crowd, turned ignoring the bombardment of questions from the numerous reporters and began making his way inside the senate complex surrounded by a blanket of his Had Jemzi bodyguards. Moments later the Imperial Helicopter roared over head bound for the Imperial Palace grounds


Port city of Curco, Gataway

The city's harbor was bustling as usal..although not as usal the numerous merchant ships had been replaced with war vessels and the docks lined with imperial troops and military equipment bound for Gallia being loaded onto the massive transports the activity continued well into the night by day break the Imperial second fleet would be underway enroute to Gallia.


SIC:

Encrypted Message to NPE Forces & Wagdog

Imperial second fleet leaving harbor early morning hours...request intel and tactical updates while underway....also request rendezvous coordinates....

Admiral Zypha Gatawan 2nd Imperial Fleet


ooc: 2nd fleet
1x Imperial Class command ship
1x Argentine class Galleon (SD killer)
2x Champion class Aircraft Carriers
6x Peter the great class battle ships
7x Taníat class Anti-Aircraft Warfare Battle Cruisers
6x Agamemnon Class Battleships
5x Allegro class attack subs
6x Illium class Guided Missile Destroyer
8x Zumwalt Class Stealth Missile Destroyers
6x Grospek class Heavy Guided Battle Cruiser
5x Daring Class Air Defense Destroyers
4x Brandenburg Class Stealth ASW Frigates
8x Wasp Class Amphibious Assault Ships
8x San Antonio Class Amphibious Assault Ships
8x Littoral Class Combat Ships


eventually sending 350,000 troops with 6 armored divisions

Somewhere in international waters close to Barokin

The 2nd Death Watch fleet quietly waited as the DWS Dishonor and its small group of stealth ships hummed towards Barokin waters. The rest of the fleet, the ships without stealth capabilities, stayed in international waters.

The break off group, now named the 1st Death Watch Task Group, headed by Death General Itachi, were to make their way towards Barokin without being detected. This mission required the ships to mute their engines. Being concealed wouldn’t be a problem, for the operation took place at nighttime.

Fifty men of Death Watch, soldiers, Generals, and aides alike, waited aboard the DWS Dishonor for their mission. These men were handpicked from some of the most finest men in Death Watch. They were to not fail this mission.

Kanye Point, Overseas Economic Zone 4, New Manth

Manth had never intended the colonies around Kanye Point to be a large population center, and though hundreds of thousands of Manthians lived on the far-off continent, few were there to stay. Rather than inhabiting the rolling green hills, they were cutting down the forests and extracting the coal, oil, and metals underneath in the cheapest and most efficient manner possible. Even now, massive mining and drilling operations were ongoing over tens of thousands of square miles, and the entire country's fabulously abundant resources were being stripped away at alarming rates in what one observer had famously termed "the peacetime equivalent of a conquest economy." The cost of course was a country covered in fumes and full of toxic wastes, but few Manthians cared. The land had been an uninhabited paradise before they came and would be a desert uninhabited once again after they left, and come what may, so long as the military remained strong there would always be new sources of land.

In the meantime, however, that wealth had not been wasted. Hundreds of ships lay offshore of the colony, from carriers to frigates to submarines and even a few massive superdreadnoughts and SD-killers. Both the First and Second fleets had been moved to Kanye Point, along with eleven of Manth's twelve High Seas Forces and numerous battlecruiser groups, destroyer flag groups and smaller naval units. Hundreds of vessels and hundreds of thousands of sailors strong, the gathered armada represented more than two thirds of current Manthian naval strength. But for now they sat idle.

On the flagship of the Manthian Navy, the Feathermore-class Heracles, Grand Admiral Hector Mattan paced the bridge nervously. He knew why the fleet had been gathered - or at least, he thought he knew - but he had received no other orders.

And so there he was. Commanding one of the most powerful armadas Manth had ever fielded in wartime or in peacetime, and not only was he sitting off the shore of an insignificant colony with nothing to do, but Halys Reisschart and the Central Command Executive had refused to even confirm why the fleet had been assembled. Mattan was confused, disappointed and starting to get more than a little angry, but even so one detail had not escaped him.

Kanye Point was the Manthian port nearest to Gallia.

"Are these guys serious? We will slaughter this 'fleet' Split the fleet! Open fire!" Was the command as half of the Death Watch fleet repositioned their guns, engaging the Die Reich fleet. Idle F/A-18 Hornet's took off from the Death Watch carriers and fired their Harpoon missiles at the Die Reich fleet. MIM-104 Patriot soon came to life, hitting the anti-ship missiles.

OOC: Your fleet's stats please?

OOC:Sorry About that.
2 Cruisers
3 Frigates
15 Destroyers

IC:

The Reich Admiral knew the aircraft would come, in fact he was hoping for it. The destroyers took aim at the incoming missles and shot down as man as they could with there missle interception systems. The Frigates and Cruisers couldnt take hits from the Battleships, but luckily the fleet also had the cover of the Shakal vessels which it was sailing aliongside. Not everything could be stopped however, and 3 destroyers were down and a Frigate was badly damaged.

OOC: What the shit is that? Its looks like a effing star destroyer. We are not playing PMT here! No NPE member is to continue this rp unitl the tech level is figuered out.

OOC:We do use PMT, It says it right in the topic title.

OOC:We do use PMT, It says it right in the topic title.

OOC: The NPE does not used Late or mid PMT. Wanderjar and I agreed on this when the NPE was formed. If they don't turn down their tech level, then we will consider them a PMT alliance and as such ignore them.

OOC: Owned.

OOC: The NPE does not used Late or mid PMT. Wanderjar and I agreed on this when the NPE was formed. If they don't turn down their tech level, then we will consider them a PMT alliance and as such ignore them.

(OOC: Wanderjar, and as such its allies, were explicitly informed that the technology would be Mid PMT and had the right to complain during the planning of this war, however they failed to do so and instead remarked upon the acceptance of the RP, everyone else who joined after this agreement was reached is expected to have followed the same obligation of the Tech level stated, however if it is within their interests to choose not to do so then it is a matter they can only take upon the NS Mods as we have no interest in changing the technological time frame in the middle of this RP nor do we feel that it would contribute to the original goals of the RP which was to explore the viability of the Toopoxican military technological level in a state of Post Modern Technology.

Other than a complaint to the NS Mods, who I wouldn't expect to take a very warm stance given the situation, I recomend that you either adapt to the current level of technology agreed upon by all involved or that you leave the RP, personally I'd prefer the first as to avoid a major OOC confrontation.)

(OOC: Wanderjar, and as such its allies, were explicitly informed that the technology would be Mid PMT and had the right to complain during the planning of this war, however they failed to do so and instead remarked upon the acceptance of the RP, everyone else who joined after this agreement was reached is expected to have followed the same obligation of the Tech level stated, however if it is within their interests to choose not to do so then it is a matter they can only take upon the NS Mods as we have no interest in changing the technological time frame in the middle of this RP nor do we feel that it would contribute to the original goals of the RP which was to explore the viability of the Toopoxican military technological level in a state of Post Modern Technology.

Other than a complaint to the NS Mods, who I wouldn't expect to take a very warm stance given the situation, I recomend that you either adapt to the current level of technology agreed upon by all involved or that you leave the RP, personally I'd prefer the first as to avoid a major OOC confrontation.)

OOC: To tell you the truth I don't remember being informed of that. However, I saw this brewing a ways off so i already withdrew. Have fun sorting this out...

Well speaking to Wanderjar on MSN he doesn't much like this tech thing either, and we have jointly decided to fire the ignore cannons. However, in the interest of saving the rp, we would be willing to accept it in exchange that it doesn't happen again.

OOC: Alright, to me, your concept of PMT is vastly different than my concept, and as such, I cannot continue in this RP. It will now be drawn to a close.

My Concept, is inessence thirty to forty years in advance of the year 2007. Whereas much of the stuff I'm seeing is like, two hundred years off. Just shy of Halo tech. What TPF has informed me of is waaay far ahead of my timeline, so this RP is pointless unless it is cancelled.

OOC: TPF, just go along with it. Lord.

(OOC: It seems unlikely that we'll reach a conclusion over this, the NPE seem dead set on ignoring this war and as I stated in the original sign up thread I wanted an actual war, not a tiny story, so unless this war gets fought the whole wayt through its pretty pointless to me too.)

OOC: Minus the slipstream engines, artificial gravity, and aliens, Halo is completely PMT.

OOC: IYO. Most people would consider starships like that FT.

OOC: Minus the slipstream engines, artificial gravity, and aliens, Halo is completely PMT.

OOC: Guys, let's just bring in our capital ships from deep space and play their game.

Urcea, also, minus the Spartan laser, the plasma weaponry, the shield system of the Spartan Armor (which is also NFT), and the bigass nuke that blows up an entire moon. There's a lot more than you think, ya.

OOC: Guys, let's just bring in our capital ships from deep space and play their game.

Urcea, also, minus the Spartan laser, the plasma weaponry, the shield system of the Spartan Armor (which is also NFT), and the bigass nuke that blows up an entire moon. There's a lot more than you think, ya.

OOC: I am aware of no such Spartan laser.

Plasma weapons are aliens. I already said that.

If I remember correctly, the Spartan Shield armor is from the Covenant.

Those nuclear weapons are possible if you had enough MT.

OOC: The laser is in Halo 3.

Those nuclear weapons are possible if you had enough MT.

OOC: Yeah, remember that nuke fest you had on Cazelia? Come on man...

OOC: I am aware of no such Spartan laser.

Plasma weapons are aliens. I already said that.

If I remember correctly, the Spartan Shield armor is from the Covenant.

Those nuclear weapons are possible if you had enough MT.

Spartan Laser=Halo 3

The Armor itself is UNSC only, the shield is a hybrid of the two races

There's no way that MT technology, much less PMT, could produce the kind of force that a relatively small charge does with the nuclear warhead that clears the surface of a quarter of a planet, blows up half a Covenant battlefleet, and destroys a moon. All in something that can fit in a box.

Spartan Laser=Halo 3

The Armor itself is UNSC only, the shield is a hybrid of the two races

There's no way that MT technology, much less PMT, could produce the kind of force that a relatively small charge does with the nuclear warhead that clears the surface of a quarter of a planet, blows up half a Covenant battlefleet, and destroys a moon. All in something that can fit in a box.

OOC: According to the "Urcea is Godmodding" parade, 30 50MT bombs could destroy planet Earth.

OOC: Minus the slipstream engines, artificial gravity, and aliens, Halo is completely PMT.


You also forget the fact that MC is a cyborg...

OOC: According to the "Urcea is Godmodding" parade, 30 50MT bombs could destroy planet Earth.

Do you intend to cram 30 50MT bombs into something that's no bigger than a big box?

You also forget the fact that MC is a cyborg...

OOC: I was referring to everything but Spartans. When I made the post, I was thinking of the Pillar of Autumn and the Marines in their Warthogs.

OOC: I was referring to everything but Spartans. When I made the post, I was thinking of the Pillar of Autumn and the Marines in their Warthogs.

then yes that would work...minus the guass warthog though

then yes that would work...minus the guass warthog though

How 'bout the unlimited ammo for the rocket hog in Halo 1?

WHat the hell. This is supposed to be the IC thread. Use the OOC, numbskulls...>_<

I wasnt aware there was a rocket warthog in halo 1..I remember the warthog with a mini gun with unlimited ammo...not rockets tho...and is this thread dead now or what..Im lost...?

How 'bout the unlimited ammo for the rocket hog in Halo 1?

That's a gameplay device. It doesn't exist in SP.

"Sir." The copilot called to the pilot.

"Yes?"

"Bogeys inbound, 500 miles out. Satellite picked them up."

"Oh, well, let's go back then."

The whole formation turned and headed back towards Akimonad.

The pilot radioed into ADFair High Command.

"We've got too many fighters to try and make an approach. We need to scramble the air wings. Now."

The General replied. "That would not be a decision for me to make. I must get the Commodore."

A few moments later the Head of State of Akimonad, Commodore Daniel Heusen, was on the radio.

"What?" he barked, somewhat annoyed.

"There's several thousand planes in the air. We can't secure a landing zone. They have air superiority."

"Hmm. General, get over here. Do we still have those missiles Griffincrest sent us for trial?"

"The Skynets? Yeah. They sent 'em to us on for trials and adaptation."

"Well, let's try 'em. Are they at the on the satellites?"

"Yeah."

"Well, fire at will. Get that flock out of the sky."

High above Gallia, the heavily-armored space station Arkbird adjusted its course. It sailed over towards the swarm of planes. The gigantic space station opened its payload bays and fired off five thousand Skynet missiles towards the planes. Nearly 1/8 of its payload. Arkbird reloaded and fired again. Another five thousand Skynets rocketed down to the troposphere, joining the other five thousand and reaching the swarm of planes.

Imperial Senate Complex, Gatawa, Gataway

The streets were overflowing as the mass crowds of citizens crammed the city streets, waving flags and singing the national anthem along with other patriotic songs.

Emperor Nadov stood at the stairs of the newly constructed Senate Complex as dozens of reporters from all across the empire representing countless news stations lined the stairs below him.

Nadov's voice echoed throughout the great metropolis over the PA systems...the crowds uproar lifted tenfold as chants of the emperor's name now echoed throughout the city...after a few moments the crowds fell silent.

"As I am sure you are all aware the war with the despicable corporate alliance has been going on for some time now..already our honorable and courageous Prussian allies have defeated the Corporate Alliance dogs..and are positioning themselves to attack the island of Gallia itself.

Today is a great day for us as today we go forth and join our Prussian brethren in their struggle against the Corporate Alliance foes..

The road ahead will be a tough one and sacrifices will have to be made, but they will not be in vain. If we stand together united as one not even god himself could defeat us victory and glory await us."

At the conclusion of his speech the crowd roared louder than before as the streets filled with confetti and other trinkets.

Nadov after briefly waving out to the crowd, turned ignoring the bombardment of questions from the numerous reporters and began making his way inside the senate complex surrounded by a blanket of his Had Jemzi bodyguards. Moments later the Imperial Helicopter roared over head bound for the Imperial Palace grounds


Port city of Curco, Gataway

The city's harbor was bustling as usal..although not as usal the numerous merchant ships had been replaced with war vessels and the docks lined with imperial troops and military equipment bound for Gallia being loaded onto the massive transports the activity continued well into the night by day break the Imperial second fleet would be underway enroute to Gallia.



ooc: 2nd fleet
1x Imperial Class command ship
1x Argentine class Galleon (SD killer)
2x Champion class Aircraft Carriers
6x Peter the great class battle ships
7x Taníat class Anti-Aircraft Warfare Battle Cruisers
6x Agamemnon Class Battleships
5x Allegro class attack subs
6x Illium class Guided Missile Destroyer
8x Zumwalt Class Stealth Missile Destroyers
6x Grospek class Heavy Guided Battle Cruiser
5x Daring Class Air Defense Destroyers
4x Brandenburg Class Stealth ASW Frigates
8x Wasp Class Amphibious Assault Ships
8x San Antonio Class Amphibious Assault Ships
8x Littoral Class Combat Ships


eventually sending 350,000 troops with 6 armored divisions
OOC: Well, someone's got to start responding to Arkbird's fire now that this is back on (or seems to be anyway); so it might as well be me.;):headbang: Also BC, are you going to RP acceptance and carrying out of my deal or what? Too much more delay and ICly I'll have to assume you're admiral's not acting in good faith here after the losses we take while waiting for him to accept terms or not.
IC
Skies Southeast of Griffincrest Fleet
Even though the bombers were safely beyond the attack's scope (for the moment...), the Cardinals still locked against the Griffincrest fighters were by now thoroughly puzzled. What is going ON here!? Major Drels was by now thoroughly puzzled, as well as angry due to hearing several pilots of his screaming as their planes were set ablaze from missile hits seemingly out of nowhere. We may be close to out of missiles save our wingtip Archers, but damnit we've got these Griffincrest lackeys dead to rights; and yet their crew just pulls more cheap stuff like this out of where the sun don't shine! Can't they take the hint already and cut a surrender deal like supposedly-civilized businessmen? Apparently not, as this latest overkill surprise by the CA forces indicated...

Although his squadron had only lost two so far, made three now that one went down to the barrage from the Arkbird, others weren't near as lucky. In fact hundreds of others; some 300 to be exact, thirty whole squadrons. It was far fewer than the missiles could've downed, considering their numbers, but the Cardinals' advanced ECM systems and the sheer disadvantages in maneuvering caused by the missiles' Mach 10-ish approaches had spared the situation from becoming a total loss; a fact aided by their scattershot warhead nature, hardly the most useful thing against fighters maneuvering as best could at Mach 1.2 supercruise speeds. Whether that would hold in the case of the reinforcements' fighters, relatively unharmed, or the other NPE allies' own air screens was anyone's guess right now. Still loitering outside the theater, the bombers' crews were starting to get antsy; at this rate, they wouldn't have enemy fleets left to blast even if they weren't targeted by... whatever had pulled this sort of stunt just now.

The UWS Marshal Koniev's CAG, Commodore Melissa Varies, advised the Wagdian fighters in theater of the situation. "Attention all fighters, this is Koniev control; be advised. Enemy is employing some sort of long-range AAMs from a spaceplane. Type unknown, but it is massive and apparently well-defended; OBSAT confirms minor damage from a failed ASAT strike by TPF forces against this thing. Retaliatory options are being weighed; until then, continue fighting according to the situation and stay alert for further strikes."

"Copy Koniev control." Drels was not a happy man, however cool he tried to keep his seemingly Texan accent over the comms. According to the situation, Missy ma'am, we're getting bashed out here by yet more cheap-o tricks these guys keep pulling. Sure everybody wants to win, but this is ridiculous; and you're telling me I should wait and see more die while you guys figure out just whether you're going to use those fancy-pants satellite weapons the Vetakans keep givin us because we're so friendly-like? REMF, I tell ya'... Maybe there was reason to hold back on the retaliation for now, but that was hardly what the man in the cockpit would think all the same.

Villini, Slomsk, Saan Galli Beaches, Gallia
Having made it to shore, the Recon Marines stowed their torpedo rides under whatever cover was available. Taking their silenced weapons out of the watertight covers, they were soon ready for use again and all 50 of the six-man teams moved out in pairs to cover their sections of beach. Soon, they would be relaying fire coordinates and demolitioning obstacles, as well as killing any sentries unfortunate enough to happen their way unless in sufficient patrol sizes. In those cases, the teams would take cover where possible or else call in support and fight a retreat.

Captain Llwellyn figured that he wouldn't get undue use out of either his PSS silenced pistol or SR-3 silenced carbine, but all the same he wasn't going to convince himself of that. Leading his six teammates forward, and with Gunnery Sergeant Victor Lans' own team scarce meters behind, they moved to covertly place some Bangalores under beach caltrops as they began their mission in the Villini area. Some intel also reported that enemy units were streaming southwards around here for whatever reason; hence, insofar as the heavy civilian traffic satellite recon had spotted would allow, why not prepare to take them in the flank right off as soon as the landing began? Confirming which mission was all a part of Llwellyn's job even as the following message was sent by those same satellites to the Gatawan fleet...

OBSAT SECURE STRATEGIC COMMUNICATION
FROM: USSW FOURTENTH FLEET, GALLIA
TO: GATAWAN SECOND IMPERIAL FLEET, OTHER NPE COMMANDS

SITUATION IS FAVORABLE YET UNCERTAIN. STOP
ENEMY HAS DEPLOYED SPACEPLANE ASSETS AGAINST LOCAL FIGHTERS, THOUGH AIR SUPERIORITY REMAINS IN NPE/ALLIED HANDS FOR NOW. STOP
HEAVY ENEMY TRAFFIC RETREATING FROM SAAN GALLI DETECTED MOVING PAST VILLINI/SLOMSK AREA; PURSUIT RECOMMENDED BY LANDING IN THOSE PLACES, TAKING ENEMY IN FLANK OR REAR. STOP
HOWEVER, WAIT FOR NAVAL AND AIR SITUATIONS TO BECOME CLEARER BEFORE PROCEEDING; WE DON'T NEED TO END UP COMMITTED ONLY TO FIND OURSELVES ON THE WRONG END OF THE WRONG SURPRISES. FULL STOP

OOC: okay, ima sit here and do nothing until i get to know if i'm going to glass someone or not. Or until a landing begins.

IC: 250 of the NSAA fighters on board the carriers launched and helped reinforce the air superiority forces above gallia, while in space, the NSAA sattelites awaited a response to their new fire, and around the world, NSAA's bioweaponry network awaited the order to fire.

OOC: okay, ima sit here and do nothing until i get to know if i'm going to glass someone or not. Or until a landing begins.

IC: 250 of the NSAA fighters on board the carriers launched and helped reinforce the air superiority forces above gallia, while in space, the NSAA sattelites awaited a response to their new fire, and around the world, NSAA's bioweaponry network awaited the order to fire.
OOC: Quickie since I have to go after this, but check TGs. Also, I've got beach-recon teams on the main island already, so really we can go for a landing here if needed; Vetaka will be handling that since I'm officially offline as of now for the next week and spare change.