NationStates Jolt Archive

Today had been much like every other day. He had gotten up, brushed his teeth, eaten his breakfast, kissed his wife and two children goodbye as he went to work, endured all the rush hour traffic and the crazy hustle and bustle of office life during his way to his office. Yet, he knew, there had been signs that the holocaust that had been unleashed in British Londinium was something they should have seen coming. The Londinians, long having proved themselves prone to war, hate, and paranoia, had initiated yet another cycle of destruction. However, as terrible and paranoid they were, they did not deserve the fate that they had incurred on themselves, a fate many had shared in the history of the world.

The Excessively Armed Empire of Automagfreek had unleashed the one thing that the people of this little blue planet feared, nuclear holocaust, onto a single nation. And as he looked at the reports the satellites were pouring in every second, they were unloading it all from a single fort they had built to secure their presence in the rebuilding of British Londinium. They had no idea that Automagfreek had such an arsenal in one place, they had tried to keep as close of a look on the situation in BL and had been doing their best to quietly and secretly watch Automagfreek, to ensure the safety of their people. However, even the best of countermeasures can fail and under the barrage of nuclear might that Azrael was unleashing on British Londinium, nothing could stand against it. The defenses Londinium had managed to build were holding off the worst of the assault but the continuous fire of the nuclear weapons was bound to overwhelm and jump the death toll from millions to billions. As President, Josiah Smith had only one choice left to him. It scared him to death and he knew he would be risking millions of lives in the Federation of Telros. He had no choice; if he had to sacrifice the Federation in order to show the world that Automagfreek could be resisted, its predations and mass slaughters halted and it's hateful and imperialistic ways destroyed, in order to give the world the banner, the rallying call to take up in the fight against the oppressors, than so be it. Sacrifices had to be made in hard times and it was clear that hard times were coming. With the many wars and political conflicts springing up all over the globe, there was no doubt in Josiah's mind that someone had to make a stand for peace.

Glancing over, he saw a picture on his desk; a frame of his family having a fun time in the Federation National Park, located in the suburbs of Telrosia, the capital of the Federation. His two daughters, Nancy and Sarah were chasing each other in a childish game of tag, while Susan relaxed in a lawn chair beside Josiah, drinking a glass of champagne. Reaching over, he gently picked up the frame, caressing it gently, allowing himself a few moments of peace, and time to say goodbye to the happy times he had built for the Federation. Then, gathering all his strength of will that he could, he set it down and picked up a phone. It was set off to the side, with a clear warning stating it was to be used only in times of crisis.

The current situation merited a disaster, an apocalypse, much less a crisis. A voice come on the other end, gruff and filled with years of experience. “Yeah, I'm here. This better be good, Mr. President. I was enjoying my day off.”

“Have you seen the current situation in British Londinium?”

“Hm, oh you mean that nation that Automagfreek helped to save? No, I have- Wait, there's some reports that just came in the fax hang on.” A moment of silence passed, then the voice came back, tight and full of worry. “Alright, Josiah, you have my full and undivided attention. I assume you plan on Operation: Hope?”

“Yes, Jeremy. I do.”

A sigh came over the phone line. “Very well; I'll get started. Are you absolutely sure about this?”

“I am. We have to, Jeremy. There's no other way.”

“Understood.” The line went dead and Josiah put the receiver down, before reaching over to press a button. His secretary replied.

“Yes, Mr. President?”

“Inform Congress that an emergency session is being declared, by me, which is to start in two hours. A situation had cropped up and I need to speak to them.” A pause, milliseconds long sounded before she sounded her compliance and ended the line. Setting down the phone, he put his face in his hands.

Now...I loose the jaws of Hell. The chains have been loosed, the door flung wide open. We can but endure the horror that is to come.


Two hours later....

The various Congressmen of the states of the Federation sat in their seats in the massive House of Congress that was built close to the Senate Dome. They all looked harried, confused, worried. Anxiety and fear clung like the humidity on a hot day; the news of the nuclear bombardment of BL had spread and by now, they all knew why the President had called them into session.A hush fell over them as Josiah walked to the center of the room, his head down. After several long moments, he lifted his head, face lined with worry and anxiety, making him appear much older than he really was.

“My fellow Telrosians, we have come upon a rough time in the sea of history. Automagfreek, the large Empire that has terrorized the world for decades, annihilated countless sovereign nations, and has now decided to throw open the gateway to nuclear apocalypse over a simple dispute over its rights to cross a stretch of water.” He held up a hand. “I know the Londinians were shallow and obviously asking for trouble, with their flag-burning, parades, and the military exercise both on land and sea. However, does anyone here think they deserved the fate being doled out to them by an Automagfreek having a temper tantrum?” Several murmurs ran through the room; it was obvious Congress derided what AMF was doing but was too afraid to come out and say it. One voice, however, made itself heard.

“That is true, Mr. President. However, why should we get involved? As petty as the Automagfreek act sometimes, they still have a large arsenal of weapons, a well-trained and equipped army and navy. They could simply crush us by numbers alone; if they armed their forces with sticks and rocks, we'd still be defeated.” Josiah sighed and turned to look across the room. Congressman Mary Kallan stood there, eyes sharp and mouth turned down in an angry frown. She was his foremost critic and strongest rival for the coming elections. However, such thoughts were beyond Josiah now.

“That is true, Ms. Kallan. However, as you have read in your reports, many nations have come out against Automagfreek, either denouncing it or moving aid, in varying amounts to British Londinium. Some have even begun talking war.” A flurry of chatter overwhelmed Congress until the President managed to restore order. “Yes,war. A vile concept in this age of civilization. However, it is sometimes necessary, as various wars that have occurred in the past of the world have shown, that must be fought. This...is one of them.” Mary moved to speak but Josiah pushed on. He would not be deterred by a woman who only sought to use what he was trying to do as momentum to make herself rise in her campaign to become President. “Look at the situation. A sovereign nation, with a bad government mind you, is being utterly destroyed for a simple mistake of pride. The Freekish have declared their “Blood Feud”, a genocidal aim to annihilate every Londinian and bring their nation to utter ruin. All over some spilt milk.” A flutter of laughter ran through the mass of Congressman. He continued to push on. “The world is ready to stand up to the Freekish menace, ready to say “Stop” and declare that Automagfreek's sway over the world is at an end; that it will no longer rampage at will. It only needs something to rally around, something they can lift as a symbol of their cause, their righteous crusade to end war and death and to finally bring peace to the world. What they need, my fellow Telrosians....is a leader.” He paused, gazing around the chamber.

“We...can deliver this. We may not be the largest nation, nor the most well-equipped, nor are we strongest. However, we have that fire that every Telrosian has since the birth of the Federation; the will to see justice done and to protect the peace no matter what, even if we have to sacrifice our lives to that cause. That time, my friends. has come. I am the most peaceful man, you all know how I negotiated the settlements between the miners and the corporations when the riots broke out. I never resort to violence until forced. And now, I have been forced. I am asking, nay, I am begging you, my fellow countrymen, to take up this cause, to commit yourself as you never have before, to the ideals which our forefathers fought and died for, to ensure we have the rights we have now. Automagfreek is oppressing those rights and will continue to do so, unless it is stopped now. Here. Today. I call upon you now, to help the world rise and purge itself of this evil.” Exhausted, Josiah hung his head as his words died off into silence and he waited for their reply. He expected to be shunned and rejected, for Mary to convince Congress, as she had for the past year, that he was corrupt fool who would lead the country to ruin.

It was to his surprise that a roaring applause cascaded into his ears from all asides. Mary struggled to make herself heard but the cheering which had started, in tandem with the clapping drowned her out. The voting began soon after. Everyone except Mary, who cast her vote against what Joisah planned, voted in favor of this action. She resigned shortly after, vehemently stating they were leading the Federation to its destruction.

No one would know how true she was....not until it was too late......


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A crowd of reporters from various news stations and newspapers crowded into the small press conference room, cameras flashing and flash cards of questions clutched in their hands, as President Smith walked calmly up to the podium, and he spoke, exchanging the common pleasantries. He, most uncharacteristically, got straight the point. He knew he was speaking to the nation as well, as this was being broadcasted on all networks. After all, he had ordered it that way. After all, if he was going to go down the path he was going, he had to let the people know.

“As you all know by now, by the coverage being done by our news stations, the Excessively Armed Empire of Automagfreek has unleashed a nuclear bombardment against British Londinium, over a territorial dispute in Peale Bay. Now, I know you are all scared and confused about this; I must ask that you remain strong. We have determined that this repeated instance of Freekish aggression cannot be allowed to continue and that the world has seen enough war, destruction and the hate the Freekish have spread all over the world. Millions have died in British Londinium, adding onto the billions high toll the Freekish have enacted already. As acting President of the Federation of Telros, with the full agreement of the Federation Congress and Senate, the Federation is declaring war on Automagfreek. We know fully well what we are getting into and we are determined to fight it to the end. We send out a clarion call to the world : Fight this oppression, rise up with us to show the Freekish that they cannot make war over such silly things as their hurt pride, spill the blood of millions of innocents because someone dared to stand up to them. Well, now it is time for the world to show that Automagfreek is NOT invincible. Together, we can show Azrael that he is not all-powerful; together, peace can be achieved.”

The reporters broke into chatter as their excitement overcame them. This would be the best news they would ever get, war with Automagfreek. The people were grim and frightened, but determined. They had heard the reports on what was going on and were in agreement with their governments stance.

The killing had to stop, and to stop it, they needed to destroy the source.

That source...was Automagfreek.

This conference, as well as being on national T.V., was being broadcast internationally as well. The world would hear their message; they could only hope that they listened.

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General Jeremy Phillips, a veteran general who had fought his way through the Carriaen Rebellion to the position he had today and was one of the key fighters for peace. Now, he was called upon to do a job he loathed; making war. He knew the odds of defeating Automagfreek were slim; if the world did not come to their aid, they were basically doomed. The die had been cast, however, and they were already moving on the path to destiny. The forces released could not be stopped; they had to fight or die now.

Going over the reports of the satellites, as well as the various intelligence reports from the intelligence branches and the military's branches, he determined the best course of action, which was already being undertaken. Already, vast scores of men, material, vehicles and supplies were being gathered and mobilized to supply depots all over the Federation. The Federation military, numbering over 62 million strong, was mobilizing for war. Obviously, they could not mobilize all of it right away, they needed to keep the reserves at home, a second source of troops in case things came to that, which Jeremy knew they would. However, they were gathering an army of five hundred thousand (500,000) soldiers, along with the proper amount of tanks, artillery and support vehicles for an extended campaign in Automagfreek. They were being gathered at the Kareenian Army Base near the city of Kareenia, close to coast. This was by design, as not three miles away was the major port of Hatan, where the Fourth Federation Fleet was being gathered, carriers, destroyers, cruisers, frigates, the entire fleet was being gathered. The other Fleets were being pulled back to protect coastal waters, as well as provide defense against orbital, intercontinental and long range strikes. In tandem with the defense systems already in place, this would be enough to properly defend their homeland, with the resources they had available at least.

As he watched the forces gather, he prepared for the inevitable Freekish response. He wished he could send off the invasion force now, so he could at least have some hope of doing some damage to Automagfreek. However, it would be a week before they could gather the sufficient forces and supplies needed to transport as well as strike a hole in the Freekish defenses for the invasion. Hence, the need for an entire fleet.

Jeremy read the last report and he gripped the cross around his neck.

”May God help us all....”

*Bump*

It was only mere hours after the celebration within the Great Hall died down that Azrael retreated to the situation room in the lower level, pacing the large area for hours as he continued formulating his battleplan. His top intelligence officers and military strategists joined him in determining a proper course of action for the every growing conflict, but even then Azrael was not satisfied.

This war is growing in scale surprisingly fast.... He muttered as he ran a hand across his face. We need to make an example of these upstarts quickly before more fairweather friends of theirs decide to jump in.

This was not disputed amongst the brass there, for if Automagfreek did not come down hard upon those who stood in its path, the new Supreme Warlord would be seen as impotent. Already British Londinium was being ravaged by the strategic and tactical arsenal of the Empire as well as assistance from Crimmond, and already plans were being drafted to deal with the Vetalian biological strike on Crimm cities. It seemed the war was spiriling quickly out of control, and Azrael decided that containing the conflict could only be done through a show of force by a joint Gholgothic army.

But who could he turn to to lead his forces against Telros, who dared to stand in the path of the Freekish war machine? Of course he himself could, but it was decided that his presence was needed at High Command and there was still a risk of the war widening, in which case he would have to deploy to whatever new front opened up. Vidimir Breathstealer, hero of the Kraven War would serve well, for he and his men were well rested and prepared for battle. In the weeks since the Questarian navy cut and ran from Freekish waters he had been baying for blood, and at last his chance had come. Several hundred thousand would be needed for a swift victory against Telros, and Azrael informed the famed Warchief that all available assets would be at his disposal.

It was but an hour after receiving his orders that Vidimir slipped from port under a dark and moonless sky, bound for the sands of Telros. Intel had come in that the enemy had already massed itself in preparation for the coming battle, and to make sure they would not assault Automagfreek proper whilst Vidimir was en route, Azrael ordered his reserves to line the defensive structures and batteries along the entire eastern coast of the island. Though it was unknown if the enemy would even attempt an invasion of mainland Automagfreek, the young Warlord did not wish to take any chances.

It would still be many days before Vidimir would even come close to the lands of Telros, and all the Warlord could do is sit back and wait for them to make the long trip across the ocean. Intelligence was still gathering reports on the enemy's military capabilities and which targets would be selected first for long range bombardment, though Azrael wished to eliminate as much naval resistance as possible. Legions of 'Porcupine' missiles were prepped and ready for launch the second targets and their respective locations were transmitted so they could punch holes in the Telrosian navy and clear the way for Vidimir's forces.

Azrael could do little else except wait....watch and wait Vidimir's arrival. But his attention was suddenly drawn to a much bigger issue that was unfolding, for on another front, Gholgoth itself was preparing for war.....


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OOC: Sorry for the lackluster post, there's really too much to write about forces leaving port......

Several days passed, as the citizens of the Federation of Telros prepared themselves for war. The first few days, they were gungho, pro-Telros, all ready to go to war and demanding why the government hadn't attacked Automagfreek yet. They could have no idea of the momentous task that their government was trying to fulfill, how hard they were trying to put a stand against the awesome might and power of the Freekish and their Gholgothi allies. They were a moderately strong nation, being a little over 3 billion in population and with a 67 million strong military, including logistical forces, but they were not the best equipped. The people didn't want a raise in their taxes, so the military budget got the short end of the stick in a day and age when up to date technology was a must in modern warfare.

They didn't even have any godrods or orbital weaponry that they could use against their enemies satellites or against forces on the ground. They had no chance whatsoever in fighting off that kind of attack, and seeing as AMF had them and had shown that they were freely able to use them at anytime. The only hope they had was to try and defeat them conventionally, with armies, tanks, and air power; with tactics, strategy and pure pluck and skill. So, it was with that in mind that the Federation High Command had come up with a plan. They would attack Automagfreek in stages.

Stage 1: They had to launch a quick invasion of their homeland and get a strong foothold as well as bombard all military targets and other targets as much as they could in a short span of time.

Then, Stage 2, they would send the invasion force in, to reinforce the beachhead and begin to push outward, without overstretching themselves, into Freekish territory.

Stage 3: As the war moved on, they would continue to send war material, supplies, and troops over in armed convoys. Air power, although they were most likely outmatched in that department, was to be used heavily in this war. They knew that by themselves they could not win, especially if the Freekish ever got pressured enough or just decided to use nuclear or orbital weaponry. However, if they did so, or if their continued fight had any effect, they could persuade the world to rise up and resist the Freekish, to come to their aid and upon up many fronts, get them to spread Azrael's resources and they could wear him down to a point where, hopefully, they could force him to sign some sort of treaty. This was the desperate hope President Smith and his government clung to like rats to a sinking ship.

The military, however, was another matter. They had intelligence agents everywhere, from every government agency and all the military branches, and the information that they had gained brought them to one conclusion:

The Federation was going to fall.

In combination with news coming in from all over the world, news the government had kept from the news channels, calling it “classified military information”, that nations were either aiding the Freekish in their destruction of British Londinium, or they were doing limited aid, mostly for refugees. But few, precious few, actually are trying to resist the Freekish, one of them being Vetalia. They would have to get word to them about their situation but for now, they had to focus on their war. The military high command was not stupid, they knew their chances were almost guaranteed to fall before Azrael's mighty forces, their only hope a tiny sliver in the vastness of Freekish power. However, they were loyal and though their leaders has essentially signed their death warrants, they would do what they could to save their people, and had already made arrangements for evacuations and construction of air raid shelters, and orbital/nuclear bombardment shelters. That was the future, here was the now.

Now, their fleet was finally ready. The invasion force, now beefed up to 375,000 strong, was still mobilizing, with plans for, after a couple weeks of bombardment and gaining a beachhead with their force of 300,000 men, they would come over and begin a campaign against the Freekish.

But first, the fleet. Stage one, the fleet attack, codenamed Operation: ATLANTIS, they were to take their fleet and sail to the Freekish homeland and smash their defenses, destroy any and all military targets and get a foothold on the ground for the Army and Marines. At their disposal they had one twelve frigates, eight cruisers, five destroyers, three heavy cruisers, three carriers, a contingent of six submarines, and a single battleship, the FTS Thorn, under the command of a one Admiral John Rodriguez. One of the High Command's top choices for the mission, he was the one put in command of an expedition that was hopeless and fairly had no hope to succeed.

But, being the old sea dog he was, his responses was “Fuck it, you never know till you try. Besides, they ain't getting into MY waters without a fight.” So, here he was commanding the fleet. Standing on the bridge, his white uniform spotless and his medals shining in the bright morning light. Turning to his bridge crew, he watched as they worked diligently and skillfully at their tasks, eager to please their gruff commander. If there was anything he regretted, it was that they would probably be laying down their lives for a cause that was doomed from the start. But, they still had orders and orders were to be followed. Taking a breath, John started yelling out orders, his booming voice sounding all over the bridge. Messages were sent throughout the fleet and, as one unit, they turned and headed out to sea, in perfect formation that the Admiral had picked himself.


There they were, on their way towards Freekish waters, clueless to the fact that they were about to run into a head-on confrontation with the massive Freekish invasion force being leveled at them......

On board Vidimir's flagship named the Disciple of Hell, officers had received satellite intel that a large enemy taskforce was headed their way, and their projected path would lead them straight to Automagfreek itself. The Warchief chuckled ever so slightly as the prospect of an invasion of the Freekish homeland, for it was no less than an month ago that the mighty Questarian navy was shamed and abandoned their campaign. Let them pass, break the fleet into 4 segments and take us around the east and west of them. If they're foolish and wish to fight at sea, they'll quickly become surrounded on al four sides. However I'd like to see them pass by in all honesty.

Immediately Vidimir's order was sent out to each ship within the vast armada, and taking the lead in the formation change was the Sentinel, first of the 'Sentinel' line of super dreadnoughts that had served the Empire well over the years. Gradually the fleet split into two portions and then once more, creating four equal sized battlefleets that swung themselves far enough out of sight from the other fleet that long range anti-shipping missiles would likely be unable to have any effect. Vidimir wanted his foes as intact as possible as they steamed towards the already heavily mined Freekish waters.

However, he was prepared for a naval confrontation and ordered large quantities of fighters into the air to circle each detachment's perimeter and counter and aerial threat as it appeared. Sea Scorpions and Stratosfighter II's already on patrol at varrying altitudes would have their numbers nearly tripled as each carrier began bringing planes online as fast as they possibly could. Meanwhile below the waves, fists of Freekish Supremacy and Tiger Shark class attack submarines maintained a larger perimeter than their surfaced counterparts, keeping a keen eye and ear open in case of an underwater attack. While some of the silent predators actively patrolled the frigid seas, others maintained their position and sat patiently....waiting for any Telrosian ship to venture too close.

Since the threat of Questarian invasion loomed, every beach along Automagfreek's north, east, and southern shores were heavily mined started nearly 50 yards into the shallow water and stretching more than a mile inland. Millions of scatterable mines ranging in size from a sugar packet that were designed to maim, to larger mines the size of television sets for destroying vehicles and concentrated personnel. St. Freeksburg Island, which had served as the main defensive point for the northern and eastern quadrants, brought all of its heavy guns online in anticipation for the coming assault. The 'Devil's Fingers', massive 40" guns that fired rocket assisted, GPS guided anti-shipping shells were actively scanning the horizon from within their concealed bunkers. The island was almost entirely covered with mountains due to ancient volcanic activity that was responsible for forming the Freekish isles, and for generations they gradually became littered with anti-air installations, ground and air sensors, missile batteries, and gun emplacements.

Mobile units were re-activated following the brief lul since the Questarian invasion attempt, and air units were placed on high alert. AWACS, Stratosfighters and heavy bombers patrolled the far reaches of AMF's airspace with every intent on intercepting and defeating whatever carrier based threat came their way. The combination of air, sea, and orbital sensors allowed Freekish high command to initiate an intense long range anti-shipping and intercontinental cruise missile launch once the Telrosian navy reached the naval mines. From there they would be under fire from medium and short range missiles and then eventually shore and sea guns, while the Sentinel armies sat patiently and awaited their foe.

Azrael himself was rumored to have slipped from the Great Hall shortly after his ceremony had ended and began to make his way to the eastern territory, where his most mobile units were already being deployed. The southern portion of Automagfreek was home to the warrior peoples once called the 'Foh-lin', which over time were simply referred to as the 'Fallen'. Wildmen as they were described, they were an animalistic peoples who often found themselves in spats with the early Freekish government under Dictator Automagfreek. However Azrael had grown to adore them and lived amongst their tribes for many years, earning both the trust and respect of the ancient warrior tribe.

His favored unit of Fallen, the 406th Legion, were responsible for numerous atrocities during the Kahanistan and Kraven Wars, and had gained a fearsome reputation that rivaled even that of the Sentinels, who over time had settled into their own society in the north. Elements of the 406th were already said to have taken to their posts along the southern and eastern fronts of the AMF mainland, while a large Sentinel contingent would be waiting in the north and its surrounding islands.

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The Admiral stood on the bridge of the Thorn, one hand stroking his black goatee, eyes lost in thought. The ships had been sailing for an hour now and they were making good time. The sailors chatted with each other, cursing and jostling each other a bit but they seemed fine on the surface. However, the Admiral, who had seen how the men and women under his command acted, knew that was a fragile facade. They knew the stories of Automagfreek; of Damien and later Azrael's rampages. They even heard rumors of the Corpse God they worshiped. And like the military High Command, they knew they were on a hopeless mission. Rodriguez sighed and looked at the screen. His fleet was deployed with the six submarines in as tight a net as they could form around the fleet, while still being useful, followed by the twelve frigates. Four in front, and four on each side. The cruisers were lined up four on each side as well, with the destroyers and heavy cruisers forming a defensive shield around the three carriers and the Thorn

He had issued an order to have the planes prepped, and had sent several squadrons of Eagle interceptor planes to go out and patrol, to keep an eye out for any surprise attacks from anyone, be they Freekish or otherwise. Minutes passed, as the two fleets began to come closer and closer to each other. Soon enough, however, the sonar and radar of the fleet began to detect something. The sensor officer turned to look at the Admiral. "Sir, I am reading a series of ships heading towards the mainland."

The Admiral's eyes were instantly on him. "Any idea who they are?"

"No sir, the computers still attempting to identify from our database."

"Location?"

"Thats the odd thing, sir; they appear to be separated into four groups, two on each side of us. Their intent appears to let us go past them entire...ly....and...." The officer dropped off as his face paled and his eyes widened. The Admiral instantly knew what it was but needed to let everyone else know by his own lips.

"Identification, Lieutenant?"

"Y-Y-Yes, sir. The ships are....are Freekish." A deathly chill fell over the bridge and activity stopped for a full three seconds before everyone turned to look at the Admiral, who calmly ordered:

"Have the fleet go to Code Red." Activity instantly burst into chaos the crews of the entire fleet were roused by blaring alarms and whirling red lights. They all knew what was going on; they were about to engage the enemy and they all learned soon enough who it was. The Freekish.

The Admiral studied the data coming in from the radar and sonar, showing the submarines, fleet and airplanes of the Freekish. It was to be expected; out-equipped, out-gunned, out-teched, and and out-numbered. And except for one, weak case, out-maneuvered. If they launched their fleet, either piecemeal or wholesale, at any of the four, the others would slam in and surround them. Not only that but if they sent only a part of their fleet, Rodriguez knew that it would leave the carriers and the Thorn vulnerable. And if they sailed by, they'd merely leave the mainland exposed. Even if they sent a message now, no ships could be gathered in time to provide more than a nominal defense. His eyes hardened; no, it would have to be up to them. An impossible task, but one they would have to take.

"Fortunately, I do have an idea. It will hurt us a bit, but it may let us draw them in."

He turned to face the bridge. "Alright, have all wings deploy at once. I want all aircraft in the air ASAP. And once they are in the air, I want them to scream for one of the closest groups of Freekish ships. They are protected by aircraft, they'd be foolish to do otherwise, and they are to engage and do as much damage as they can in the first wave. They are then to pull back and head back towards us, pulling their fleet towards us. If we injure their pride enough, they will surely come after us, for the sake of 'honor.' Also, have the fleet spread out a bit and begin to reverse engines. I want to buy a little time. Send a warning to High Command; they won't be able to do much but what little they can do will help."

The ships began shifting, and their forward motion stopped and they slowly began to back up. The aircraft, after they rapidly deployed, blasted towards the closest group of Freekish ships and immediately swooped in for the kill. At long range, they launched tracking and anti-ship missiles, and torpedoes at the aircraft and ships, which sunk into the water and shot towards their hulls with great speeds. They then moved in closer, some moving to engage the aircraft, firing machine guns and short range missiles, while others shot off and fired off stronger, closer-ranged anti-ship missiles at the fleet.