Kilani
10-08-2007, 21:12
OOC: This may or may not become a war. Depends on what happens between me and Rodenka.
IC:
For decades, the communist Kilani and the monarchy of Rodenka have been in a state of 'cold war', their borders protected by advanced electronics and weapons. Tensions were not helped when the King of Rodenka retook supreme power several years ago. Today, the cold war may begin to turn hot.
Off the Coast of Kilani
Admiral Ivan Kirovin was pleased. His task force had been conducting exercises for the last week and so far things had gone reasonably well. Simulated combat take-offs, missile drills, submarine hunting; all aspects of the First Naval Task Force were operating within acceptable parameters. There were a few things that would need improvement, but he expected that sort of thing. He ran a hand through his greying hair. he had been serving in the People's Federal Navy for over thirty years now. He had seen almost everything and had been present for the near disastrous Kilani Civil War. Of course, he reflected, that had ended with a peace treaty and the government relaxing restrictions on small private enterprises.
Today was to be the last day and that thought brought him back to the present. He straightened his cap, looking over the bridge of the Victory, the flagship of the task force. It was one of Kilani's fleet carriers and planes had been landing and taking off from it almost nonstop. The last exercise was to simulate an air attack coming off of the Rodenkan coast and was due to begin soon. A group of Su-37s was supposed to simulate the incoming attack force and were due to begin their run any moment now.
Of course, the pilots had instructions to not violate Rodenkan airspace. Then again, it was good fro the Rodenkan military to be kept on its toes every so often. It was not uncommon for planes to occasionally stray over into the other's airspace...
Rodenkan Airspace
A pair of Su-37 "Flankers" sped across the clear blue sky, the sunlight gleaming off of the ocean far below them. They were part of the OPFOR for the exercise and were supposed to be turning around about now. Other groups would be doing the same. Up ahead, the coast was visible. Major Lebedev glanced at his wingmate, speaking into the radio. "Phantom, this is Havoc. Prepare to turn and head back towards the engagement area. I think we may have strayed a little too far towards the coast."
His wingmate, Captain Spirov, laughed. "Keeps those monarch-lovers on their toes, Havoc. Alright then, I'm on your wing."
Slowly, the pair began their turn, curving over the coast and preparing to make their run back out to sea.
IC:
For decades, the communist Kilani and the monarchy of Rodenka have been in a state of 'cold war', their borders protected by advanced electronics and weapons. Tensions were not helped when the King of Rodenka retook supreme power several years ago. Today, the cold war may begin to turn hot.
Off the Coast of Kilani
Admiral Ivan Kirovin was pleased. His task force had been conducting exercises for the last week and so far things had gone reasonably well. Simulated combat take-offs, missile drills, submarine hunting; all aspects of the First Naval Task Force were operating within acceptable parameters. There were a few things that would need improvement, but he expected that sort of thing. He ran a hand through his greying hair. he had been serving in the People's Federal Navy for over thirty years now. He had seen almost everything and had been present for the near disastrous Kilani Civil War. Of course, he reflected, that had ended with a peace treaty and the government relaxing restrictions on small private enterprises.
Today was to be the last day and that thought brought him back to the present. He straightened his cap, looking over the bridge of the Victory, the flagship of the task force. It was one of Kilani's fleet carriers and planes had been landing and taking off from it almost nonstop. The last exercise was to simulate an air attack coming off of the Rodenkan coast and was due to begin soon. A group of Su-37s was supposed to simulate the incoming attack force and were due to begin their run any moment now.
Of course, the pilots had instructions to not violate Rodenkan airspace. Then again, it was good fro the Rodenkan military to be kept on its toes every so often. It was not uncommon for planes to occasionally stray over into the other's airspace...
Rodenkan Airspace
A pair of Su-37 "Flankers" sped across the clear blue sky, the sunlight gleaming off of the ocean far below them. They were part of the OPFOR for the exercise and were supposed to be turning around about now. Other groups would be doing the same. Up ahead, the coast was visible. Major Lebedev glanced at his wingmate, speaking into the radio. "Phantom, this is Havoc. Prepare to turn and head back towards the engagement area. I think we may have strayed a little too far towards the coast."
His wingmate, Captain Spirov, laughed. "Keeps those monarch-lovers on their toes, Havoc. Alright then, I'm on your wing."
Slowly, the pair began their turn, curving over the coast and preparing to make their run back out to sea.