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Kampfers Stadt, Kampfers
Kampferian High Command

Fuhrer Richtoff looked over at his most trusted military advisors nervously. "So you are all sure that this will work?"

General Klischten rolled his eyes. "Look, friend, we have been over this a hundred times. The plan is failsafe. Besides, what can those puny little things do to us? We are truely the King of the Jungle."

"OK, I believe you" Richtoff said, turning to his political advisor. "What is the estimated political fallout?"

"Well, sir, the nations of the world won't take kindly to our actions, but none are likely to say so outright. They truely fear us." The advisor looked around, afraid of what the military advisors would do after his next statement. "However, the execution of this plan could isolate us, leave us with very few friends."

Everyone paused, waiting for the Fuhrer's response. After a few akward moments, Richtoff laughed. "My friend, we have all the allies we need in this world. What is wrong with scaring a few of the little bastards?"

The political advisor stumbled over his words, causin more laughter from Richtoff. Richtoff turned back to the military advisors. "Begin your work."

Indian Ocean
KS Reagan
July 31, 2007

Admiral Einsturm wandered around his bridge. He had fallen in love with this ship. He had been on numerous tours with it, and it had become his personal flagship. Now, he and the naval task force that always accompanied a carrier were moseying about in the Indian Ocean. Suddenly, a midshipman came running. "Sir, we just recieved a message from High Command." he handed him a slip of paper. On it, a message from High Command was neatly printed.

KAMPFERIAN SECURE TRANSMISSION
FROM: KAMPFERIAN HIGH COMMAND
TO: KS REAGAN AND TASK FORCE

MOVE FLEET TO DIEGO GARCIA. STOP.
HOLD 400 NM AWAY. STOP.
AWAIT FURTHER INSTRUCTIONS. FULL STOP.

The Admiral looked up with a glint in his eyes. It had been a long time since he had seen action. The fact that instructions did not accompany the first message told him that it was likely to be a special operation, but even then he was proud to be a part, however small it might be. He walked into his XO's quarters. "Tell the men to plot a course for Diego Garcia, and to hold 400 nm off of it. I'm off to rouse the other boys in the fleet." He saluted sharply, then turned and briskly exited. He walked into the Communications room and got on the public address system. "Hey boys, we're on the move! Batten down the hatches, because it's full steam ahead!" The loud cry could be heard across the fleet. Cheers, whoops, and crys of joy could be heard form the sailors. They all then set out to get to their posts for the morning inspection.

Atlantic Ocean
KS Nimitz

Admiral Getzlaf stood tall on the flight deck of his ship. After years of working his way up, he finally had himself a carrier. Not just any carrier too, but the Nimitz herself. She was his pride and joy, and she was beautiful. They had set out from the mainland a week ago, and had conducted numerous training excercises. However, the air about him had changed. He knew that something major was about to happen. It came in the form of a simple tap on the shoulder. He turned to find a sailor handing him the portable radio. He placed it to his ear and began listening to the secure uplink with High Command.

"Yes... Ok, so take the baby and her mates to Ascension Island... Alright... Heh, you bet sir." He handed the sailor back the radio. "Dismissed!" The sailor turned around sharply and walked back to the bridge.

Getzlaf rubbed his hands in excitement. His first true test as an Admiral. Truely not one of the hardest things he'd ever done, yet importand nonetheless. He turned, and after a breif walk, was back in the Navigation room. "Set us a heading for Ascension Island, me laddies." He snickered at his own joke, and then walked out. Time to let the fireworks begin!

Pacific Ocean
KS Bush

Admiral Hornby had also recieved his marching orders. He had his crew fly up the giant Kampferian flag nice and high, and marched on up to his office. He scribbled something nearly illegible in his diary, and then headed off to the Navigational room. Closer examination of the diary would reveal that he had written his last wishes, should something go terribly wrong on his mission. He walked into the nav room with an air of confidence that aroused the tired men manning the controls. "Wake up, friends, for tonight we sail for Panama! Hold the Bush and the rest of the fleet out of their waters, but make sure to be imposing."

Pacific Ocean
KS Eisenhower

Eisenhower was one of the greatest generals of the era. As such, commanding the ship named after him was one of the highest honors in Kampfers. Previously, Admiral James Christian had commanded the Eisenhower, but he had left to command the KS Ford after its christening. The new Admiral was Admiral Gearing, and he had done a superb job so far. Now, it was his time. For many years he had stood under Christian as an apprentice being groomed for the fight, like steel being refined in the fire. Now it was time for him to do what he had been born to do.

He stood tall in the combination communication/navigation room. An incoming message ticked across his eardrums. Thats odd, he thought. Why morse code? One of the sailors deciphered the message quickly and scrawled it out on a sheet of paper. He tore the paper from the pad and handed it to the Admiral.

Move your fleet to Guam. Stop.
Annex them. Stop.
If refusal is given, trash the place. Full stop.

Gearing rubbed his hands together in approval. Oh yeah, it's most definetely on. He told the navigators to plot a course for Guam and to set sail as soon as possible. He walked out of the room, a smile radiating warmth off of him. His XO passed him in the hall. "Good day sir?"

Gearing smiled. "Oh yes. Very good."

North Atlanic Ocean
KS Ford

Never had Admiral Christian commanded anything bigger, anything more spectacular than the Ford. She was the largest carrier ever constructed by Kampfers, and she was a beauty indeed. It had been nearly a year since she had been christened, and the next ship in her class, the KS Freiheit, was bound to come out within the next few months. As he stood there, he was reminded of a letter given to him by Richtoff himself the last time he was in harbor. It had been dated and he had specific instructions not to open it until that date. That date was today. He walked into his room. Pulling the letter out of his nightstand, he read the envelope one more time.

Eyes Only: Admiral Christian - 7/31/07

He sighed, the anticipation mounting inside of him. He withdrew his shark tooth shaped letter opener and opened the envelope. He shook the envelope upside down, and a letter fell out among a few pictures. He opened the letter and began to read.

Dear Admiral Christian,

Today you will begin one of the most important missions ever. The safety of Kampfers rests on having early warning from ICBM attacks. As such, Greenland is integral. It allows a place to house our early detection systems for both missiles and other forms of enemies. Today, I will be adressing the public telling them that Greenland rightly belongs to Kampfers. It is your job to blow the Thule Base to smithereens. With Thule gone, Greenland has no defense. Should they continue to resist, wipe Nuuk from the map. With those gone, Greenland will have to submit to us. Enclosed are satellite photos of Thule. Begin moving your fleet there at once.

Sincerely,
Fuhrer Richtoff

Christian dropped the letter. This could break out into a huge war! Nevertheless, Kampfers and the New Pacific Order will prevail. Best not to doubt the Fuhrer. He walked out of his quarters and headed straight for the state of the art Navagation room. "Set sail for Thule Air base in Greenland. Maintain all stealth. Hold when our F-35's are in striking range.

The Ford, like the Bush, had a full complement of F-35's, unlike most of the other carriers which simply had a squadron or two. They would definetely come in handy in the future events.

Indian Ocean
KS Virginia
August 4, 2007

The submarine slowly eased to a stop with the rest of the fleet. However, the Virginia soon had new orders.

KAMPFERIAN SECURE TRANSMISSION
FROM: KAMPFERIAN HIGH COMMAND
TO: KS VIRGINIA
DEPLOY SEALS ON DIEGO GARCIA. STOP.
KILL THOSE THERE. STOP.
SAVE THE PLANES AND TANKS. STOP.

Ever so stealthily the Virginia crept up on the atoll. A ways out, the SEAL team deployed. The came in slowly, and put in on Simpson point. The five man team quickly scoped the settings.

((OOC: Just set the scene for me with your post. Map: http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/b/bb/CIA-DG-BIOT.jpg))

((OOC: If you didn't notice the drop in quality at the end, i got tired of writing this post ;). Another post will come later with me yelling at Guam and Ascencion Island.))

North Atlantic Ocean
KS Ford

Admiral Christian had recieved no word from the Brittonian government. It was time to execute phase two. Within minutes, F-35 Lightning II's were catapulting off of the flight deck. They closed in on Thule from a distance, stealth cloaking them from modern radar.

Kip Ruyard was flying one of the lead Lightnings. Once within range, he began flipping numreous switches. "Weapons Armed. Foxtrot Delta One locked on to Thule Air control tower."

"Roger that. Foxtrot Delta Two locked on to preliminary Thule Radar station."

"Roger. Foxtrot Delta Three also locked on Control Tower."

"Roger that. All fire."

Three missiles shot out from the planes towards the targets, winding in. The planes shot in further and began mining the runways, stranding planes on the ground. They soon began shooting at the hangers and barracks.

More Lightnings rocketed towards Nuuk. Once in range, the lead plane begn giving orders. "Weapons armed. EMP missile away." The EMP missile shot in towards the city of Nuuk. If all worked, Nuuk would be blacked out in no time.

Slowly, the Carriers strike group moved in range of Nuuk and began pounding the city with their coastal guns. They rained hell over the city for over 45 minutes. It was then time for the naval infantry to move into the city. 3 Wasp class ships moved foward and deployed 5,000 naval infantry equipped for the cold enviornment. They began to move into the city and secure it, essentially making it devoid of life.

OOC: Need someone to RP these places...

IC:

Pacific Ocean
KS Eisenhower

The Kampferian fleet slowly pulled up off the coast of Guam, well within range of the large coastal guns of the island. Admiral Gearing was a fiesty one, and was ready to unleash hell on the island, but he knew to obey orders. As such, he wrote out a quick message and sent it off to the president of Guam.

Dear Sir/Madam,

Today I offer you the once in a lifetime oppurtunity. You may become a protectorate of Kampfers, giving you acess to the world's best economy and military, not to mention our allies. All we ask for is the use of Anderson Air Force base, and the right to expand that base if we so desire. Weigh your choice carefully, as other options might be taken to acheive the result we wish for.

Sincerely,
Admiral Gearing
Kampferian Navy, KS Eisenhower

Having sent the message off, all the ships prepared to fire, and Lightnings stood ready at the catapults, with F/A-18's on the elevators right behind them.

Atlantic Ocean
KS Nimitz

Admiral Getzlaf watched as the island pulled closer to his ships. Well in range now, he pulled them slowly to a stop, and fired off a less nice message.

Look. Today a choice awaits you. Either become a protectorate of Kampfers and allow us the rights to use Ascencion Island Military base, ore we pound you into the turf and create our own. What say you?

DC Base; Indian Ocean
It was early evening the sun was just going down on the tropical island of Diego Garcia; bringing with it a fresh cool breeze; one of the best assignments around and eerily quiet. With 30 or so soldiers; maybe 20 sailors and 10 pilots it was like a small village where everyone knew each other. Inside the

Barracks a group of sailors and soldiers were sat around a table playing poker; the thick smoke from cigars filling the room along with the familiar scent of beer; the cook was busy in the kitchen preparing the next days meal. While outside were three 2 man patrols around the base parameter complete with attack dogs and a single watch tower between the barracks and the aircraft hangers with an M60 and 2 men look out.

The Pilots were sat back near the planes drinking beer and watching the maintenance crews working on their aircraft without a care in the world but alarm switches were ever 100 yards in every building

DC Base; Indian Ocean
It was early evening the sun was just going down on the tropical island of Diego Garcia; bringing with it a fresh cool breeze; one of the best assignments around and eerily quiet. With 30 or so soldiers; maybe 20 sailors and 10 pilots it was like a small village where everyone knew each other. Inside the

Barracks a group of sailors and soldiers were sat around a table playing poker; the thick smoke from cigars filling the room along with the familiar scent of beer; the cook was busy in the kitchen preparing the next days meal. While outside were three 2 man patrols around the base parameter complete with attack dogs and a single watch tower between the barracks and the aircraft hangers with an M60 and 2 men look out.

The Pilots were sat back near the planes drinking beer and watching the maintenance crews working on their aircraft without a care in the world but alarm switches were ever 100 yards in every building


The Kampferians sat quietly near the edge of the water, communicating in hand signals. They reached into their packs, pulling out a sniper attachment for their XM-8's as well as the supressor/silencers. They quietly attached them. Each man designated one of the guards. So far they had only seen four, but the other two would round the corner sometime soon. The pilots were a distance off and shouldnt notice the guards dying.

Each man fired, giving a little leeway for wind and movement. One man fired at the dogs. They were startled to see the third group of guards, but quickly took aim and fired as they rounded the corner, before they had had time to see the bodies. The seal team had acess to air support if neccessary, and the lightnings were already in the air, but they were determined to run this op alone. Three of the team removed their sniper attachments and went into regular firing mode. They all walked slowly foward, keeping in the shadows. They wanted to remove the guard bodies before going in.

The Kampferians sat quietly near the edge of the water, communicating in hand signals. They reached into their packs, pulling out a sniper attachment for their XM-8's as well as the supressor/silencers. They quietly attached them. Each man designated one of the guards. So far they had only seen four, but the other two would round the corner sometime soon. The pilots were a distance off and shouldnt notice the guards dying.

Each man fired, giving a little leeway for wind and movement. One man fired at the dogs. They were startled to see the third group of guards, but quickly took aim and fired as they rounded the corner, before they had had time to see the bodies. The seal team had acess to air support if neccessary, and the lightnings were already in the air, but they were determined to run this op alone. Three of the team removed their sniper attachments and went into regular firing mode. They all walked slowly foward, keeping in the shadows. They wanted to remove the guard bodies before going in.

The first and second set of guards went down silently and the dogs went with a slight yelp; the third set of guards however were surprised an had time to squeeze off a round from there automatic weapons as the Kampfers rounds hit centre of mass. More of a reflex action than anything as the body's fell backwards sending off another short 3 round burst the attack dogs barked loudly.

The two in the Guard tower immediately manned the M60 wondering what the heck was going on and hit the alarm switch; poker cards were dropped in favour of automatic weapons as the guards rushed to the armoury. The Pilots rushed to there F-16's and started Pre-flight as alarm Klaxons sounded through the base only 12 of the 20 odd F-16's were actually Airworthy; which was a small miracle for the Kampfers SEAL's.

(Expect them to have the level of training as a Soviet Conscript; these guys haven't shot anyone in a long time; some of them are pretty drunk and they have no body armour to speak off; expect round 22 guys with M16's)

The first and second set of guards went down silently and the dogs went with a slight yelp; the third set of guards however were surprised an had time to squeeze off a round from there automatic weapons as the Kampfers rounds hit centre of mass. More of a reflex action than anything as the body's fell backwards sending off another short 3 round burst the attack dogs barked loudly.

The two in the Guard tower immediately manned the M60 wondering what the heck was going on and hit the alarm switch; poker cards were dropped in favour of automatic weapons as the guards rushed to the armoury. The Pilots rushed to there F-16's and started Pre-flight as alarm Klaxons sounded through the base only 12 of the 20 odd F-16's were actually Airworthy; which was a small miracle for the Kampfers SEAL's.

(Expect them to have the level of training as a Soviet Conscript; these guys haven't shot anyone in a long time; some of them are pretty drunk and they have no body armour to speak off; expect round 22 guys with M16's)

OOC: Was I this hard on you? ;) Well, i always got backup.


The lead kampferian froze at the sound of the alarm. Shit! he thought. He pressed a small button on a reciever attached to his chest. Screaming overhead came 10 F-35 Lightnings. Armed with JDAM bombs, the most precise available, the first 5 began mining the runway while the F-16s were still in pre-flight.

The second group of 5 shot foward and and began unloading on the small village where the soldiers were.

The Kampferians on the ground stayed put. Their cover had been blown, and it was best to stay, cover each other, and pick off any fool who ran from the village.

They Runway exploded in a fiery hail disabling it completely leaving the F-16's and the pilot's all but useless sitting ducks. The guards in the tower could only watch as the barracks went up with an equally impressive explosion killing all inside along with the cook and scattering bits of body into the air from the blast wave. The two guards in the tower, the remaining pilots and the Maintenance crew could only surrender and hope they'd be treated fairy. They came out waiving a white flag while the tower guards climbed down also waiving a white Hancachief in surrender

OOC: umm, I [The Sovereign Empire of Australia] control Diego Garcia, as it is apart of the British Indian Ocean Territories, which I have a claim on.

OOC: umm, I [The Sovereign Empire of Australia] control Diego Garcia, as it is apart of the British Indian Ocean Territories, which I have a claim on.

OOC: Goddamit when did you claim those! %^#$!#@%$!$#%!

Ok, w/e screw this RP for Diego Garcia and Ascencion Island. But I'll still take Guam.

OOC: Goddamit when did you claim those! %^#$!#@%$!$#%!

Ok, w/e screw this RP for Diego Garcia and Ascencion Island. But I'll still take Guam.

OOC: Actually, check the times of our posts. My thread for the conquering of these two territories came before you claimed them. So fluid time wise, I conquered these territories before you came around as a nation. Essentially, it would give me these two islands and it would let you have the rest.

OOC: Actually, fluid time wise, I would be around as a nation before you launched your invasion of DG, as it's basically impossible to unite all of my territories instantly, I would have some back history.

OOC: Actually, fluid time wise, I would be around as a nation before you launched your invasion of DG, as it's basically impossible to unite all of my territories instantly, I would have some back history.

OOC: whatever. I dont want to start a big fuss over this. You can have it. That means we need you in the NPO even more now... Wanna reconsider?

I would like having you as an ally Silver Sky. (this isn't my place isn't it? ;))

anyways TSS, me and AB had a plan for those islands...

Talk to him on msn about it if you want to maybe get in on it. You would have to join the NPO first though..

OOC: A NAP with NPO is about as far as my country is willing to go about now, at least until thailand is back on it's feet, check back in like a RL month.

OOC: Would anyone mind if I just changed Diego Garcia to Kwajalein? I don't want to re-rp that. Also, Someone needs to RP ascencion Island and Guam.

OOC: Since no one else is taking it, I'll take Guam and Ascension. I'll be fair, plus I like killing things.

Yeah, go ahead and take Kwaj rather than DG 'cause of the mix-up.

Per Succession of States, I'm using Guam's US defense force.

IC:

Guam, Pacific Ocean

The island was fairly peaceful until peace was shattered-the imperialists from the PacSphere coming down in force. A communication had been sent by the American beasts...well, communications weren't vital. The Guam defense force would respond in kind.

Quickly after the message came in, Anderson Air Base across the island quickly began mobilizing the Guam Defense Force's air assets. It had a bomber compliment of 6 B-52Gs-which would be virtually useless now to fuel up and get ready. However, with advance radar on the inbound Kampferian fleet, some fighters-F/A-18Cs-were preparing to try and make a stop. Six Hornets proceeded to quickly take off the ground, armed with a compliment of both ASuW and AAW capabilities. Harpoon and Sidewinder missiles hung off racks, waiting to engage.


Ascension Island

Maybe a smaller force-a SAG or something like it-would've persuaded the Ascension natives to fight. There was a small-sized garrison on the island, after all. But an entire CVBG was practically overkill from Kampfers-but it did the job at least. The Ascension populace was freaked-not like there was too much chance against that.

There was no message to signal surrender. Simply, a white sheet was being waved on the top of Green Mountain, Ascension's highest point...it's intent was clear.

OOC: Since no one else is taking it, I'll take Guam and Ascension. I'll be fair, plus I like killing things.

Yeah, go ahead and take Kwaj rather than DG 'cause of the mix-up.

Per Succession of States, I'm using Guam's US defense force.

IC:

Guam, Pacific Ocean

The island was fairly peaceful until peace was shattered-the imperialists from the PacSphere coming down in force. A communication had been sent by the American beasts...well, communications weren't vital. The Guam defense force would respond in kind.

Quickly after the message came in, Anderson Air Base across the island quickly began mobilizing the Guam Defense Force's air assets. It had a bomber compliment of 6 B-52Gs-which would be virtually useless now to fuel up and get ready. However, with advance radar on the inbound Kampferian fleet, some fighters-F/A-18Cs-were preparing to try and make a stop. Six Hornets proceeded to quickly take off the ground, armed with a compliment of both ASuW and AAW capabilities. Harpoon and Sidewinder missiles hung off racks, waiting to engage.


Ascension Island

Maybe a smaller force-a SAG or something like it-would've persuaded the Ascension natives to fight. There was a small-sized garrison on the island, after all. But an entire CVBG was practically overkill from Kampfers-but it did the job at least. The Ascension populace was freaked-not like there was too much chance against that.

There was no message to signal surrender. Simply, a white sheet was being waved on the top of Green Mountain, Ascension's highest point...it's intent was clear.

OOC: AB, you say there is a navy of guam but i cant find any details on them. I think I took care of them though.

IC:

Off the Coast of Guam

The fighters intentions were clear. Within seconds, a Lightning II squadron was in the air to engage the enemy. With their stealth superiority, they held the advantage, but being fast would be key. Meanwhile, numerous FA-18E Super Hornets also prepared to be fired off into the blue yonder.

At the same time, the guns of the fleet opened up on Anderson Air Force base. A complete CVBG was there, and they were ready to play. Cruise missiles shot out of the VLS cells on the Arleigh Burke class destroyers, as well as the Ticonderoga class cruisers. They aimed mainly at the runways, hangers, and barracks of the air base, but some missiles were shot further inland at governmental buildings. The guns of the ships should have raked the station well enough to at least considerably delay any more planes from taking off, but they continued firing.

Meanwhile, 3 Los Angeles class submarines had swung out prior to the message being sent and were now in prime position to strike the fleet at Guam. All the submarines rose near the surface and discharged all their VLS missiles, all searing towards the fleet. At the same time, they began firing torpedoes toward the fleet at a massive rate. Should a naval ship survive the beating, it would still take them some time to get out of harbor, allowing for another Kampferian ship to take care of them first.

Ascencion Island

The Kampferian Fleet moved in, and the admiral got off the ship to begin discussing the government as a protectorate of Kampfers. Kampferian Planes flew overhead, and Naval infantry moved in to take up control of the base. All men were allowed to defect, but those that didn't were taken as prisoner.

Kwaj

The Kampferian fleet moved in and Naval infantry disembarked. They walked over to the prisoners who had been lined up and uncuffed them. They then began handing out shovels, pick axes, and other supplies to the men, and set them to work reconstructing the runway under the watchful eye of the soldiers. Day by day, more laborers arrived, these more skilled and being paid, and they set to work on rebuilding the demolished town.

Skies Above Guam

The Imperial Il-76 Callsign "Hippo" flew over the clear skies of Guam at an altitude of 40,000 feet with it's Su-33 escorts close by. Missile streaks from the Kampferian jets were all over below them, the facilities of Guam being blown to pieces. Before them loomed Agana Naval Air Station, their designated target in support of their Pacifican Allies.

"All Spetsnaz, prepare for HALO jump." came over the speakers in the jump bay. The loading door lowered, filling the bay with the howl of the wind.

"T-Minus 60 seconds to jump." said the speaker again. "Check equipment." The 100 Special Ops soldiers stood up and checked their jump buddies chute and straps, assuring that they wouldn't lose anything important on the freefall.

"Hippo, this is Antares 1 reporting in." said the pilot of one of the Su-33's. "We are making our run. Standby for status." The two Su-33's dropped from their cruise path and swooped down towards the runway.

"Antares 2, Bombs away." said the second pilot as he dropped his two GP-500's on the runway, blowing massive holes in it.

"Hippo, strike was a success." said Antares 1. "HALO jump area is secure."

"Roger that, Antares." replied Hippo's pilot. "Spets-away!"

In the jump bay, the green light flashed on and the 100 men began their move to the door. One by one, they dropped out of the plane and met in a pattern in midair. After reaching terminal velocity and hitting 5000 feet, they deployed their chutes and soared to the ground, hitting and making a bum rush for a ditch. The Republic had troops in this now, and it was time to show the Kampferians what they were capable of.

OOC: Assuming Ascension's wrapped up.
Guam is a port, my bad.

IC:

Guam

14 C Hornets were able to lift off before the first shells slammed into Anderson's airport and hanger facilities, ripping apart a Tomcat at the runway. The F/A-18Cs immediately angled towards the fleet, several taking aim at the carrier, the rest at the destroyer fleet. Each carried 3 Harpoon ASuW missiles on the fuselage racks, ready to engage with the Kampferian-made missiles. They were potent missiles-able to knock out a good deal of a destroyer or vanquish a carrier flight deck if they made contact. If.

However, with 42 Harpoon ASuW missiles headed towards Kamp's fleet, it'd be a challenge to stop 'em all. It wasn't as if they were traveling across the Arctic vast distances. The Hornets pulled low as they spat off the Harpoons, the missiles similarily skimming the ground.

OOC: Assuming Ascension's wrapped up.
Guam is a port, my bad.

IC:

Guam

14 C Hornets were able to lift off before the first shells slammed into Anderson's airport and hanger facilities, ripping apart a Tomcat at the runway. The F/A-18Cs immediately angled towards the fleet, several taking aim at the carrier, the rest at the destroyer fleet. Each carried 3 Harpoon ASuW missiles on the fuselage racks, ready to engage with the Kampferian-made missiles. They were potent missiles-able to knock out a good deal of a destroyer or vanquish a carrier flight deck if they made contact. If.

However, with 42 Harpoon ASuW missiles headed towards Kamp's fleet, it'd be a challenge to stop 'em all. It wasn't as if they were traveling across the Arctic vast distances. The Hornets pulled low as they spat off the Harpoons, the missiles similarily skimming the ground.

Like in a normal formation, the smaller ships had already formed a defensive fromation around the carrier. The CWIS systems opened up, ripping some of the Harpoon missiles. Numerous missiles leaked through, but the ships covered for each other and the number of missiles was whittled down to 5. An Oliver Hazard Perry class frigate was sunk outright, as well as an Arleigh Burke destroyer, which had two direct hits scored on it. Even still, the Eisenhower took a shot, but managed to stay afloat, loosing only a bit of speed due to flooded compartments. A ticonderoga class cruiser had a hit scored on it, which disabled the ship, but did not sink it.

The F-35 Lightnings in the sky began to open fire on the Hornets with all they had. Soon, hornets would fill the sky behind them, and there was already 6 Hornets in the air to aid the 12 Lightnings.

OOC: Sorry for the crap post, got bigger fish to fry! :P

The Hornets banked, an AMRAAM (OOC Assuming you meant missiles) slamming into the lead F/A-18C. S-A-7 missiles began spitting up from the ground, spiraling up to meet the Lightnings and the Hornets moving in from the carrier. The Guam fighters ripped around, several Sidewinders off and tracking the Lightning IIs as the Hornets jinked and initiated evasive manuevers, ECM pods screaming with countermeasures systems.

Ground S-A-7s and SPAAG fire was light but well-aimed, black flak clouds in the air as S-A-7s targeted the Lightning IIs, spinning up into the sky past the low-flying Hornets.