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0850 hours august 6th , Union city, the white house.

President bastidas sat back in his black leather chair, he peered up to bester kayborn an older man in an olive green uniform, his brown eyes panning the older mans motionless face as he stood there at attention, Robert sighed again his hands folded on the oak table as he sat up to it. he started to speak.

"Well bester we'll need to mobilize our forces, and our fleet, can that be done with in 24 hours?" bester nodded going at ease as he started to speak "yes sir,, Ill be deploying the third and forth armies, the first, fifth, sixths and eighth fleets, 3 bomber wings, and 4 fighter wings."

Robert nodded as his brown eyes looked back to his paper on the desk he sighed a bit and sat back swiveling his chair over to the window. "make it so."

Bester turned an about face and started walking out opening the heavy white oak doors open as he wandered out in to the blue carpeted ornate decorated hall of the white house.

Trabek joint operations base several hours later ...

General Solomon stood up as he held a digital phone in his hands, "Yes i want C-140's and C-3's on standby, I want want a few for airborn and a number for general forces." he sighed again licking his dry lips as his blue eyes peered on to the digitized monitor of central command, an interlinked battle net control center in side of a massive mountain, monitoring movement of forces foreign and domestic. he started to speak again "Move Ohio tridents in in as well wit the fleets but keep them close to the hammer heads. thank you" he put the phone down and hung it up, he sighed again as he marched out of the command bunker in to the bleak chrome halls of the facility. his digitalized BDU's crisp and clean on him. He walked out side from the airlocks and several heavy metal doors. his boots tapped along the slabs of well light sweltering concrete. He nodded a bit and saluted back to officers saluting him. he wandered up the podium with a smile. he peered over countless troops equipped in OFW suits. and ABR-22's in hand. he started to give a speech.

"Listen Up solders, and marines, and airmen as you know our government has been notified of an unfolding situation between our allies and an enemy force, and congress as ell as the president have decided we cannot stand by and lets this war continue against your allies, as such our military has been ordered and granted the full authority to go in and end this war how ever possible, it wont be easy, no one said it ever would be, but we must do this to preserve our freedom our civil rights and that of allies on foreign land, we must put an end to the imperialist and cruel cancers that plague this world, with that, i leave you God speed!"

"ATTENHUT!" screamed a Capitan and the entier column stood up stiff. the captain called a left face and the entire assembly of troops turned left as the national anthem was played, a command of present arms was called, and they did so. the red white and blue flag flew over the feel with echos of the anthem flowing around them, the crisp blue sky's. after the entire presentation was over soldiers marched on to C-140's and C-3's echos of boots slamming down could be heard.

The navy mean while had already left, a massive fleet of 500 ships from all around the Union steamed ahead at full speed, in tight formations., on bored the USS nexus as admiral Nixon , he stood on the entirely digitalized massive hsips bridge, looking out in to the crisp blue endless sky's of the horizon, to the sides of the massive carriers Atlantis class cruisers, and refitted Ticonderoga class ships protected the beast of a carrier, technical personnel, we're bellow deck in the massive hanger that held 240 planes , massive amounts of crew could be seen using tools to mount silver strikes, super side winders and guided 500 pounds bombs on tactical and air superiority fighters. echos of machine noises could be heard through out the deck, as the ship plowed the crisp blue oceans.

The air force had already deployed squadrons of B-52's B-2's and B1B bombers, as well as multiple refitted F-4 Phantom III's , Super lightings and F-17 talons, jet engines roared as massive bombers took off with full loads of flue and bombs , massive jets pushed the craft over the crisp blue waters joined later by fighters as they moved to they're froward deployment bases.

Commander rick jamson of the 44th bomber wing sat in his B52 cockpit as the massive plane roared through the sky's, his RADAR/LIDAR/DOPLLAR systems and digitalized cock pit controls and battle net links all operational and looking for any thing out of the ordinary.

The war was on, it was now the waiting game, as elements of the Federal army United States air force , Federal navy and Federal marines mobilized and moved to froward deployments and or strike positions.

(OOC: nobody is attack yet from what I can gather, correct? They're just moving to stations in preparation?)

Beyond the horizon from DT shores...

An EADS Barracuda flew high above the waves, active radar on, sending out scans periodically. In these stressed times of war, it would be normal to have the whole fleet stationed at home, but they were off striking at the heart of the enemy.

Things around DT had been running smoothly and normally these past few weeks of war. The three port cities that handled the entirety of DT's sea trade were as bustling as every. Some people were there for the luxury resorts that sat on the white sands of DT's desert shores. Others to start on a cruise to some other destination resort. More were there for buisness, for and cities so connected to sea commerce would be bustling with company headquarters and such. Nevertheless, the hightened prescence of the military was not going unnoticed. The 1.2 million soldiers still at home were stationed throughout the cities, in bases, running patrols across the endless beaches filled with innumerable palms. National Gaurd bases were also coming online, starting to carry a full staff 24/7, there were even rumours that The Sultan might call in the reserves if things got out of hand.

The Sultan, the figure head of this country's government, was 100 miles away, across open desert crossed only by three bands of transportation coming from each port city, in the capitol Agrabah. Each band had four railways in the center, flanked by 8 lanes on either side going opposite directions. There was always a freight train in view along the rails, and possibly dozens of tractor-trailers at any given time. These roads were the fastest way to cross the desert, as buttes, wreckage, and sandstorms plagued the open desert.

The Barracuda's radar sent back a signal, it turned and focused its camera, a line of black dots, tiny now, was seen along the horizon. The Barracuda, on the command of its radio pilot, who was seeing the same image, opened up its throttle and headed for the radar anomoly that grew larger and larger as the radar uncovered it.

SIC:
SECURE ALLIED COMMUNICATION
TO: DESERTED TERRITORIES
FROM: ORBITAL SURVEILLANCE, BASE ONE

Sirs,

This morning our orbital surveillance satellites detected an unknown fleet moving towards your coast. We request permission to render assistance with our fleet that is currently on an excursion as well as numerous other ships.

~Daniel Heusen,
Supreme Commander

SIC:
Reply Transmision:
Thank you for confirming the existence of hostile forces. Any naval support you can offer will be much appreciated and DT ports will rearm and refuel you ships as neccessary as a sign of thanks. The coastal batteries will assist you.

5 minutes ago an unconfirmed report from a Barracuda reconnosaince mission was written off to ghosts in the system. Now DT satellites, after hearing the news from their helpfull ally, changed their trajectories to pass over the hostile fleet in a few minutes.

Meanwhile the Barracuda pilot was advised of hostile activity in the area.

Orders were sent down to prepare the coastal batteries, though no other action would be taken untill the reports were confirmed.

The fleet in the Mediterranean weighed anchor and made for the coast of Deserted Territories.

Meanwhile, at Base One, a flight of naval patrol and ASW craft and fighters was being prepared. Three hundred F-22s, fifty P-3s and fifty SH-60s were being prepared with fuel and weaponry for the journey over to Deserted Territories.

Eventually the aircraft took off and headed towards the coastal airports at DT.

0900 hours the next day: the fleet moved through the rough blue crisp seas, piercing them with they're Grey massive bodies , Nixon sighed as his fleet neared , an Ensign looked up to him and said in a rather deep yet professional voice. "Sir we have 120 miles before we reach shore, Sat com is reporting nearly no real offensive military movement, they seem to be from lintel shots from orbit that they're bases are on alert. Nixon nodded with a sigh peering out side again.

"It looks like they think we're here but they don't know we are, we seem to have caught them with they're pants down, do you see nay naval resistance? on over the horizon or sat com?

The Ensign shook his head saying "No, not that we can see." Nixon smiled a bit but then went back to a serious look, he peered over to his XO who was standing by the window peering out in to the clear ocean sky. he started to speak saying in a commanding deep voice.

"Prepare fighters for launch, send in F-204's F-17's and F-79's , in that order"

The XO looked over quickly to nixon with a nod rushing over to a comn station near the end of the bridge. "Attention all fighters, and all carriers in the fleet, launch all craft, in this order, F-204's F-17's , and then F-79's" .... he trailed off barking other orders as nixon looked over to the battle net linked monitors and digital displays taping on a few buttons..

Suddenly the deck of the carrier where dotted with large square holes as massive glimmering Grey and black aircraft moved up from the bottom of the deck, they're bodies absorbing the sun light with no shining what so ever. a few moments passed, suddenly all the carriers in the fleet rang out with massive roaring noises, echoing around the entire fleet in to the crisp blue sky's over head, fighter after fighter raced out with a stream of fire and smoke behind its body. squadrons formed over the fleet , fleets several miles away did the same. the F-204's and F-79's formed in to tactical wedge formation moving along ominously racing at high speeds towards enemy shores. F-17's followed suit behind the newer fighters. The fighters raced at mid altitude going Mach 3.1, they're engines pushing out streams of fire and smoke as they moved over head. Commander Jinkens was on board alpha 1 , the F-204's squadron leader for the USS nexus., he peered through his digitalized displays, electronics blinking and beeping as his fighter made its way at high speed towards shallower waters. UAV's moved ahead of the entire flight fighters, moving near hypersonic speeds high over head taking pictures pinpointing enemy positions, satellites preened the area fro any thing out of the ordinary. Jinkens sat back in his chair, the cock pit of his fighter activated to display any movement of any planes, green squares formed around friendly craft as it read the IFF's, the all glass panels glimmered gently as his plane raced through the sky's cutting through them like a deadly large sword cutting through the hearts of men. ....


Mean while near by on unoccupied islands air bases had been set up. for bombers and other planes to land refuel , re stock, most where just dirt air strips for bombers to land. they where smoothed out and hastily set up with in the past 24 hours.

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Suddenly the sky in front of the Barracuda was filled with aircraft, their exhaust buffeting it as they sped by en mass. It dived sickeningly, only managing a small glimps of a ships bow before skipping off the surface of the water and smashing to pieces. The radio pilot sent an alert up to his command.

Satellites finally made it over the coordinates Akimonad had provided. The pictures they sent back showed a fleet moving in full force towards DT, guns ready, deploying planes. Within a minute command bypass procedures were initiated and forces on the ground were put on full alert. Patriot missile launchers along the coast activated, with dozens more mibile units moving to designateed positions. The heavily fortified coastal batteries angled their guns to maximum elivation. Anti-shipping missiles were loaded onto stationary launchers on the shore as well as on a decrepit fleet of F/A-18's that would launch as the enemy approached. Flak guns were stationed around the three ports and the bases and old-fashioned flak balloons were floated above the cities. Particularly in the cities and bases, shoulder-mounted systems were handed out.

Citizens were evacuated inland as quickly as possible in buses and on trains that arrived with loads of DT's active-duty soldiers.

Even with Akimonads fleet coming in to support them, the small DT coast gaurd, whos fleet consisted only of small cutters with even smaller guns, started jurry rigging abandoned barges with spare guns from the shipyards that usually housed the fleet. Tugs pulled the barges just outside the ports, making a kind of gunship, no good in rough seas, but with big guns to scare off enemy ships who tried to enter the harbor.

It was low tide and DT started preparing for the inevitable landing craft that would appear. Inpassable debrise was piled on the shore where defenses were lighter, and the beach infront of concrete pillboxes and artillery emplacments was filled with mines, barbed wire, and tank barricades. Soon the beaches resembled Normandy, minus the cliffs. As a percaution, the mouth of the river was fortified as well. It wasn't big enough for any substantial ship, by a stray lander might see fit to head upriver and DT was ready for it. A few spare cutters also ventured into the deeper water off shore and laid a picket of CAPTOR mines across the coast.

Radar painted the sky above, offering targets to the many varied SAMs. DT wasn't going down without a fight, and with that they fastened their pants securly around their waist and bunkered down.

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(ooc: Ill have a reply up by tonight, i was rather busy for the weekend, due to to collage paperwork and such.)

(ooc Akimonad I'm 120 miles from shore, i don't think your missiles have that sort of range)

"This is alpha squad leader, our GPS and RADAR show incoming hostiles , vector one zero mark three. alpha squad is moving to engage.." Said the squad leader, his hands placed on the control surfaces, he moved the stick back his F-204 jolted almost strait up, the engines pushing the glimmering dark Grey craft at high speeds towards higher altitudes, his squadron followed suit, they're wedge formation ominously looming over the clear ocean below, massive sonic booms echoing miles around as they rushed up at high speeds. Nixon sighed again as his fleet sat there, he looked up as he saw his fighter squads rush up in to the clouds, the sky was crips and blue with slight cloud cover.
the squadron of F-204's closed on they're targets, as they banked towards them. the group of aircraft engaged they're scramjets, suddenly a massive sonic boom was heard as they're bodies bolted ahead at high speeds, the squadron leader looked around and peered at his flashing all glass digital panels. The planes bolted over, his body was shaking and pushed back against the seat as his craft moved smoothly the enemy aircraft. The squad leader started speaking over the comns again. “This is alpha one leader engage then enemy i repeat move to engage vector one five mark three.”

Suddenly hundreds of aircraft swarmed from over head rushing down at full speed, silver strike tow missiles flying from they're internal bays, hundreds of silver strikes flooded the sky's, streaking lines of smoke flew out of the rocket engines as they split off to the second stage, the missiles began vectoring and flying towards they're targets, the planes banked up and split off from side to side, up and down.
The squad leader moved his stick left and right making the plane jerk at high speeds around the enemy formations, as silver strikes flung from his bays, streaking across the clear sky and splitting off with a few chaff flares on the sides of them to confuse sensors.

Several submarines and missile subs moved towards shore, silently in the deep blue sea, they're shimmering ominous black bodies moved along towards enemy shores, suddenly the entire fleet opened up with cruise missiles , thousands of missiles flew out of VLS tubes, large missiles moved at high speeds over head moving towards targets on the shore, and defense emplacements, they carried high yield bunker busting warheads, and conventional warheads.

In orbit overhead several satellites moved in to position over DT..


The Pentagon -
General Caravel looked at the map of DT, he raised an eyebrow and rubbed his chin as he peered at it standing over several computer panels, he looked over to a captain who was at the controls of the satellites he said with a nod. “Son target military installations and fire off those conventional missiles.”
The captain nodded, he pressed a button in front of him , as the GPS satellites fed the information.
Suddenly the satellites began firing out countless missiles , the dark void of space between earth and them was filled with thousands of missiles flinging towards military insulations on the ground .
They shrieked across the sky with roars and sonic booms as they moved down at high speeds, towards they're targets. The fleet continuing to pour out some missiles towards shore targets.

Satellites and other ground based systems picked up the missile attack from space. Vertical launch sites all over DT activated. Similar to the Aegis Ballistic Missile Defense system, DT's missile defense systems shot SM-3's at the incoming missiles. Across DT the missile systems, which are proven highly effective, targeted incoming missiles 1 to 1, but along the coast where invasion was becoming imminet targets were designated 2 to 1.

Only one missile made it to a guard base north of New Gibralter, the southern most port city. It destroyed the hagers there that were empty and few injuries encured. Across the rest of the nation, a few missiles made contact here and there, sliping past glitches and malfunctions in the SM-3's, but advanced warning resulted in few injuries and minimal structural damage to bases around several larger cities.

Within the working wing of his palace, The Sultan was greeted by his National Security Advisor, Dick Patanol, and the head of SAC (Strategic Air Command), Kevin Napa.
"Your highness," Dick began.
"I am aware of the situation already, thank you." The Sultan responded, tossing away the report he had been handed concerning the missile attack. "What do you propose?"
"I would like to present General Napa, of the Strategic Air Command." Patanol said, stepping aside so the general could approach The Sultan.
General Napa began, "Your highness, as you are aware, the Federal Union has launched missiles from satellites they stationed above the Sacrosanct Un-"
"I know the situation, what do you propose?" The Sultan cut in.
"A retalitory strike against the satellites using ground based missiles systems untill we can receive help from our allies in the Blackhelm Confederacy who have the space-born forces neccessary to prevent further attacks." Napa inhaled deeply, as he had spat this last answer out in one breath, sensing The Sultans rising frustration with the length of the meeting.
"Very good. Make it so. Patanol will contact our allies, i'm sure Claudius will be more than happy to help." The Sultan dissmissed them with his hand and they both departed. As they left an aid rushed in with a fresh report from the coast.


While The Sultan was having his chat with SAC, a coast guard cutter was several miles out, finishing off the CAPTOR mine picket. The picket started almost seven miles out, just in sight of the coast, and had two more lines at six miles and three miles. A sailor had just lowered and primed the last mine of the day when it whirred to life nd shot off a Mark 54 torpedo. Startled, the sailor called out and braced himself, afraid the mine had malfunctioned, sending a torpedo at the friendly vessel that had just installed it. But soon the sailors realised that all the CAPTOR mines along the picket were firing. And soon enough they realised what they were firing at.

A distance away, dark shadows could be seen in the water and were soon washed away by white splashes as missiles screamed out of them, heading for shore. The torpedos were on their way en masse, but only after the enemy subs had sent off their own attack. The captain of the cutter swung his ship around quickly and radioed in the attack, but the operators on shore were not surprised as they had already picked it up and were responding.

Sirens went off on land and soldiers not manning anti-missile emplacments bunkered down in their fortifications. Three small waves of missiles were sent at the incoming barrage to conserve ammunition for when the real attack began. The waves consisted of three diferent missiles vectored to intercept the incoming missiles at long, medium and short ranges; each missile operated with its own level of effeciency at each range. The first wave consisted of RIM-162 ESSMs, closely followed by a wave of Sea Wolfs, and to top it off a wave of RIM-116 Rolling Airframe Missiles.

The sequence was a pre-determined, pre-timed, pre-tested method to combat sea born missile threats and it worked like a charm. No missiles penetrated the screen. Meanwhile the CAPTOR mines continued scanning the enemy subs, waiting for the intial wave of Mark 54s to hit, in case any of them survived.

A reporter inside the hardened Western-Coast Command Center (W-CCC) began writing a morale lifting story for the next edition of The Daily Desert Times. He started by printing a large header on top of his notepad: "DT proving a hard nut to crack for the Federal Union" and continued by writing down the details of the failed attack as they came flooding into the W-CCC.

As he did so eight F-15s, still in service because of oversights in the administration, were fueled and loaded with ASM-135 ASATs and luanched agains the enemy satellites. Soon the missiles entered orbit and second stage boosters carried them towards the offending Federal Union satellites.

(Right time to reply, been busy )

the anti sat missiles hit some targets, the glimmering metal satellites exploded in glorious shock waves across the havens, they're derbies falling to earth in streams of fiery brim stone. F-17's rushed to intercept the F-15's shooting off they're two stage silver strike two missiles that vectored and maneuvered in to position.

“This is Gamma squadron leader missiles are away, moving to vector one zero mark eight” said a man in a flight suit, in side of his lead F-17, he moved his control surface left and right as well as up banking and maneuvering the fighter with a loud sonic boom behind him as he moved over head of the F-15's, he use his vectoring thrust to do a 360 and rush head on diving down launching super side winders and javelins, his plane shook enormously, his squadron repeated that ,maneuver., shooting off silver strike 2's as well, at the last minuet they all banked up, one of the pilots blacked out and his plane spun out of control over the ocean falling in a massive explosion in to the water, sending Shockwave's across the surface.

The leader cursed under his breath pushing his stick to the left again as he came for another pass at other enemy fighters, F-204's doing the same , as more waves rushed out from the carriers on the choppy seas. Streams of smoke and sonic booms could be heard as they rushed forth from the planes as they maneuver around the antiquated enemy fighters .

As Enemy torpedoes moved forward they could see no sign of active or passive sonar as the federal fleet had shut off every thing including engines. As they waited for the torpedoes to pass they floated gently in the currents they're metal bodies drifting down to the bottom.
Another wave of missiles shrieked and poured out of the fleet, two stage ramjet cruise missiles , super sonic curise missiles and vectoring two stage high alt bunker buster missiles moved out in numbers , filling the sky with white trails of smoke as they moved towards shore, The sun was setting masses of missiles could be seen streaking from the massive armada 120 miles off shore. Escorted bombers started moving over the fleet as well nearing enemy poisons and moving forth.

Sub orbit was filled with fast moving titan bombers, they rushed forth in to the deep dark blue sky shrieking across the atmosphere as they're liquid hydrogen engines moved them at high mach speeds toward enemy holdings, hundreds of them escorted by F-204's moved forward, arming they're high yield warheads.

Admiral Nixon paced on the bridge with a gentle sigh he moved his hands to the back of his body, his white naval uniform, shimmering in the fading light, the metals on his chest reflecting some light, he peered at his XO and started to speak.

“Well, it looks like they're still trying to hit us from 120 miles away, reload for another volley of fire. I want all those missiles to rip them to shreds, lets hope the volley we just sent will kill some resistance”

The Xo nodded as he stood next to nixon saying “Yeah, well our birds seem to be doing well up there, we have bombers on the way hyper sonic and regular ones, lets out we clear this before troops are scheduled to land.”

Nixon nodded as he sat down on the bridge of his super carrier sighing gently and leaning back on his leather like chair the controls becoming luminescent glowing different colors as the sun faded away.

OOC: Torpedoes with Active Sonar would still find targets. They ping the ships, so unless you have some kind of sonar-absorbent paint (impossible for MT) the ships would still be found and attacked.

IC: The wing of planes that had departed before the fleet was sitting comfortably on tarmac.

The order was given to scramble all fighters, and the three hundred F-22s climbed into the air to engage the enemy fighters.

Each launched off an AMRAAM at the enemy wing.

Meanwhile, the fleet had had plenty of time to enter the theater. The enemy fleet was in view over the horizon.

The VLS tubes of the fleet let fly some 400 Chimera (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=12890232&postcount=576) missiles.

The eight F-15's luanched their full compliment of defensive TALONs and did their best to make some angles between them and their aggressors, they weren't alone out there though, diving rapidly they soon came in range of a cluster of SAMs near the northern border. Five of the planes were shot down and one was badly damaged and had to crash land in the desert below before the counter attack came. 20 Ground launched AMRAAM - NASAMS systems fired and sent 200 AIM-120s at the fighters over DT, followed by a second wave of 100 AIM-120s.

In the W-CCC the Sultan sat at a table reviewing his generals plans. The Generals stood uneasily to the side, partly because they were afraid he wouldn't like what he saw, partly because they were concerned for his saftey in the forward command bunker. The Sultan spoke, "These reports are accurate?" the men nodded "Good, then we have thier planes right where we want them, luanch a screen against all the inbound targets and prep the Aerozoans." he started to leave.
"Sir?" a general asked, "they aren't ready to be deployed."
"What aren't, the missile defenses, are you daft man! I just saw them luanch!" The Sultan paused in the doorway.
"No, sir, the Aerozoans, they aren't ready to luanch." the general said, no longer sure of himself.
"Very well general," he puased, looking thoughtful, "luanch them." he left.

The second enemy missile attack was registered and defensive systems operators got busy, this time, every available luancher sent off as many RIM-162 ESSMs as they held, and immediatly began rearming. With the "quad-packed" system these luanchers were able to simultaniously fire more than a thousand missiles, but spread them into two waves, the first slightly larger. This missile attack fared better than the last, with the added strain of the airborne targets, and soon stray missiles were popping through slamming into the coast blowing away defenses, disentigrating trenches, but the soldiers were ready for a bombardment and bunkered down, doing repairs inbetween the sirens blast.


In a distant air base, deep in the desert, 5 monstrous planes rolled out of their hangars. They were modeled after the B-52 originally, but had since become a breed of their own. With eight engines, massive, reinforced wings, a fuselage reminisent of a building, the XB-56 "Aerozoan" (creature of the air) was a sight to behold. With a split-V tail, a tapered nose, and wings swept back several degrees it look very futuristic. In addition to external fuel tanks hanging off the wings, sealed weapon pods hung their as well, each carrying an assortment of standoff weapons. The tail gun was replaced with a computer controlled cannon and a slight bump just before the tail and another just below the nose, plus one on either wing, held every imaginable radar. Though not apparent to the naked eye, the bomb-bays were fitted with rotary luanchers that could drop a number of missiles into the supersonic slipstream.

As the lead Aerozoan taxied down the runway, he powered up his eight engines and started rolling down the runway, picking up speed. 3 seconds later a loud BANG could be heard across the base, and the bomber applied emergency brakes as one of the front wheels popped sending debris flying, damaging a weapon pylon and rendering both runways un-luanchable untill cleanup could take place.

When The Sultan was informed of this he hit one of his aids in his rage.