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Wanderjar

29-11-2007, 15:22

Oberkommando Heer Headquarters Warsaw, Wanderjar

“The enemy is sending numerous armored to engage I and VI Corps on their left and right flanks, from the North and South,” The OKH Staff Officer informed Feldmarschal von Hake, who surrounded by numerous other General Staff Officers horded a large campaign map spread out across a vast oak wood table. He contemplated this for a brief moment, then lifting his hand, he spoke.

“Order the VI Corp to move its armored divisions to counter the enemy force advancing from the North while I Corps counters the force from the south. Meanwhile, have III Corps move up to counter the force advancing from the East, then have the other units move in on the advancing enemies flanks, odd numbers striking the north and even numbered Corps striking the south. Then, once these are obliterated have them fold in and overrun those attacking from the East. We’ll push in and continue the advance from there. Focus gunships on those armored units and contact the OKL and order Close Air Support using JSOW-A Bombing strikes. Have those Su-47s clear out armor with anti-armor cluster ordinance, as that’s our main priority right now. If we do this, we’ve got them routed and on the run.” The officers around the room nodded.

General von Lettow-Vorbeck added, “With an artillery blanket of white phosphorous rounds and HE, the enemy infantry units advancing from the east will be annihilated, particularly when crossing into the fields of fire III Corps is going to lay out.”

“Agreed,” von Hake nodded. “Now then, anything else to add?” There were no replies. “Good. Let’s make it happen gentlemen!” With that the officers began scurrying about the command center to their respective positions, issuing orders to be relayed amongst their units in the field as well as sending requests to the other Commands to cooperate in the offensive. Von Hake stood back and watched this occur and removed his black leather officer’s jacket, the crowded room was growing hot despite the climate conditioned atmosphere. He took his seat in the rear of the room, and as his Kaiser’s Chief of Army and thus commander of the OKH when he was away, he observed every action, directing the movements of the Staff so that this organism, this Oberkommando Heer, could function.

*****

Western Front: ThePeoples Freedom-Wanderjar Border

The orders were relayed to the Corps Commanders and then relayed to their respective Division Commanders. Units, Division by Division, repositioned themselves to meet the oncoming threats. The Panzer Divisions would, once the enemy was in range, proceed to pound the enemy with their 120mm ETC Cannons. Eurocopter Tigers would move in to support them as would the Su-47s by deploying anti-Armor ordinance. The Tigers would be firing payloads of Hellfire and TOW missiles, assured to ruin anyone’s day.

Oberst von Munichen led his battalion of Panzerkampfwagon XIs towards the oncoming enemy and waited. Once the enemy was in firing range, they would fire a volley, then begin moving again and rush the enemy. In the end, he knew he would win out.

“Be strong men,” He rasped over the communications channel. His voice was always a deep, guttural scratch, and now was no different. “We’re Prussian Warriors, and men of Wanderjar! We cannot be defeated! First company take the lead, second and third branch off their left and right flanks. Fourth Company hold further back. Let’s get this done!” With that company commanders acknowledged the orders and proceeded to carry out their respective orders. The Pzkmfwgn XI Commanders flipped switches which activated the currents of their Electric Armor plating in the second layer of armor, which hummed briefly then evened out, droning low under the hum of the engine. Across the battalion, orders to move were given and followed, as the battalion moved forward towards their enemy in concert with the rest of the Division, with the rest of the Corps. Soon the enemy that had so dared to challenge Wanderjarian superiority on the ground would be ruthlessly smitten, leaving only charred, burning hulks of steel remaining.

"Papa Bear this is Black-6," von Munichen growled over the radio. "Give us some fire over," He looked at his Heads Up Display for the location of the enemy, "coordinates Hotel-India-6-6. Lots of tanks heading our way. Thin them out a bit and we'll move on to out flank the other bastards hitting other battalions. Over."

There was a brieg squelching over the net before a response was given, "Black-6 this is Papa Bear, we read and will comply." Soon enough, innumerable MLRS rockets would pound the ground which the enemy armor was soon to roll over, hopefully significantly reducing their numbers and effectiveness. Meanwhile, BMP-3 units amongst the units were arming their TOW missile launchers which would further thin the ranks of the enemy, and finally their were the Panzers themselves.

At the Strategic level, all they had to do was hold long enough for the other Corps to move up in their support. Though they could defend themselves well enough, the other corps would overrun the opposing forces advancing against them quickly enough, effectively eradicating their offensive capability. The Luftwaffe would support them, as would the artillery and MLRS. Little more than two hours was all they needed….

Clandonia Prime

29-11-2007, 16:07

Official Clandonian Response
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Open Declaration:

His Majesty's Government fully backs our allies of The Peoples Freedom and our Questerian brothers in arms against the communist menace. The Soviet blockade has restricted several Clandonian flagged merchant ships and is such a direct poke in the eye to the Crowns fiscal interests abroad. Should any Clandonian flagged or registered vessel in the Home Ports our His Majesty's Protectorates be attacked Nova Europan forces then the Crown will respond with the means deemed necessary. Let it be known that there has never been a former peace declaration with the Soviet regime, perhaps one of the many battleships of the Clandonian Royal Navy can provide host to your surrender?

I offer direct assistance to my Questerian counterpart as a friend and ally along with my offer of military and financial aid to the government of The Peoples Freedom in their brave fight against the communist Soviets and the fascist regime of Wandejar.

God Save the King

Prime Minister Sir David Sistilin

16th Expeditionary Fleet 'Gods', 3000 km's from Nova Europa, Atlantic Ocean

"Our Questerian brothers are in need, we will proceed from our planned operations in the Caribbean to the Northern waters of Nova Europa in the removal of the Soviet blockade of The Peoples Freedom. The Soviets as you know are a brutal bunch of socialist thugs who soldiers march tirelessly through free and democratic countries, raping children and pillaging villages. Sailors, Marines and airman we must prepare for the fight today as part of His Majesty's Expeditionary Royal Navy we are the might of the Country and Crown!

For the King!"

The loudspeaker died down as the men stirred, one hundred vessels of the Grand Expeditionary Fleet which had been patrolling the Caribbean Sea with Clandonian interests in sugar cane, oil and rum being priority for control. Now a real battle possibly lay ahead of them that was if the brave men of the Questerian Imperial Navy and Imperial Naval Air Force left any of the decadent enemy fleets left. Many presumed there would be nothing more than burning wrecks and oil covering the sea with the floating debris little evidence of the might of the Questerian navy.

Wanderjar

29-11-2007, 16:21

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****OFFICIAL COMMUNICATION OF THE WANDERJARIAN GOVERNMENT****

Let it be known, first of all, that Wanderjar is not a fascist state, we are Socialists. Furthermore, should the Government of Clandonia Prime choose to involve itself in this conflict, I, Kaiser Christoph Baker shall promise nothing short of the full eradication of it from this earth, and the formal execution of its fascist King before the People's Court in Warsaw. Think carefully before treading this path. You have been warned.

~Kaiser Christoph Baker of the First Reich of Wanderjar

The World Soviet Party

29-11-2007, 17:03

The PeoplesFreedom

29-11-2007, 18:27

The enemy was now moving two corps to counter the flanking attacks to the left and the right, but it was going to be too little, too late. A full three thousand tanks along with supporting infantry mounted in IFV's and APC's, supported by choppers, planes, and other vehicles were now closing the pocket. They would, however, still have to bash their way through the Corps, but once this was completed the enemy would be encircled. They were heavily outnumbered as well, nearly two million infantry was in the area where Wanderjar was attacking. the SU-47's were so far the greatest threat to the armored thrust, the enemy tanks were almost destroyed by now due to the hundreds of CLBU- 90's that were used against enemy forces, their sensor-fused multiply explosively formed penetrators could completely destroy an area 500 by 200 meters wide of any enemy vehicle, in all seriousness, there was no surviving the bombs. In order to deal with the enemy aeroplanes, they were meet with local SAM sites and man-portable Acer (http://z4.invisionfree.com/NSDraftroom/index.php?showtopic=1461) surface-to-air missiles, the air portables alone could hit planes at 8000 meters, ensuring that when they strafed to drop their bombs they would be hit. ASF-70's (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=12755481&postcount=1), the famed stealth super-fighters, also moved in, supported by EW aircraft and AWACS which identified enemy aircraft, allowing the ASF-70's to attack with air-to-air missiles at nearly 90 kilometers away. On the ground, Corvus attack helicopters annihilated the enemy with Corvix-II Doomani missiles, they carried enough EPF's to also kill platoons of enemy armor from high distances.

Sergeant Hammal noticed the data-feed from the local UAV that was scouting ahead of the armor spearheads. It had detected enemy tanks moving into position, waiting in ambush positions to attack them. Hammal couldn't help but smirk, the Panther.G tanks had the range over the enemy. He nodded to the Gunner, Foster. " Load a Helios II, make sure they feel it." He nodded, and the autoloader loaded a Helios II Anti-Tank Guided Missile (http://z4.invisionfree.com/NSDraftroom/index.php?showtopic=1157), it had a range of over 9km. " Target acquired!" " Fire" the missiles fired out of the company of tanks, going up in the air before diving on the enemy targets with an EFP and a tandem shallow cone shaped charge, ensuring the enemy would be defeated especially with its CAPS [Counter Active Protection System] measures, which included a radar jammer and thermal shrouding. The tanks could fire even more volleys if needed, and they could fire STAFF shells as well. They had the range, not the enemy. The enemy MLRS had also proved to be an issue, around thirty tanks had been lost to it, but thankfully due to the spread out units and the fast-moving groups they had been able to avoid a lot of the attack. TPFian MLRS and SPG systems quickly identified the enemy forces and fired cluster weapons as well as HE to ensure that the enemy would not be able to reply. A Walking Barrage was also set up in front f the collums, slamming into enemy forces as they advanced.

The enemy helicopters also proved a problem, a number of tanks were destroyed by their missiles, but soon they were reinforced with Lynx anti-air systems. They assaulted the enemy choppers with either their gast 37mm anti-aircraft guns or their missiles. Some of the Corvus attack helicopters also were equipped with anti-air missiles, and they slaughtered the enemy helicopters in the area. Finally dismounted infantry attacked the helicopters with the Acer missiles. Up above, CAS-12 aircraft equipped with HARM missiles fired on any active enemy radar in the area, assuring a secure operating area for the planes and choppers from SAM.

Lord Militant General Guderian, pacing in his command bunker near the front, cursed as he noticed that the enemy was trying to create a delaying action. He picked up the radio and broadcasted to all units: " Roll over them! Full speed!"

OOC: Also, Wanderjar, what tank are you using? Electric armor takes up around two thirds or so of a modern tank's internal volume, so you'll need a much larger tank to accommodate it.

Naasha

29-11-2007, 23:47

Questarian Missile Attack -Snip-

2nd Carrier Group

A CAP of four F-36 Gladius fighters circled the westernmost Naashan vessels, lazily gliding along with their radar set to passive as they relied upon the E-2 directly above the carriers to alert them to any possible danger. All five aircraft were using standard CAP tactics, staying high in order to get a speed and range advantage on their foes when they approached, this of course left them completely exposed against the cool blue sky.

The radar aboard the aging E-2 Hawkeye was no match for the enemy missiles of course, the bizzare ultra-long range offensive only being detected about fifty miles away from them and closing in far too fast to evade. All of the aircraft dove sharply, attempting to get to sea level and unknowingly use the same radar evading tactics that the Questarians were using against them, but the missiles were faster and although many were thrown by the evasive action, a good number still found their marks.

Similar scenes were repeated across the other carrier groups, which were now making speed to form up in a defensive posture. With the first wave of missiles having taken out all of the CAP and duty AWACS aircraft, it was time to scramble more. With F-36 Gladiuses and F-40 Birds of Prey streaming off the carrier decks, the Questarian missiles began to arrive again. Fortunately, the Dartian designed fighters with their maximised stealth designs and cautious, low-flying pilots took far fewer casualties this time. The long range missiles with their comparatively large silhouettes were detected and relayed to both pilots and CIWS systems by ship based radar, which meant steps could be taken to eliminate or avoid them. Amongst the last aircraft to be scrambled off the decks were the EA-6B Prowlers, who added their own jamming support to the efforts to stave off the enemy missiles.

Once the immediate threat had once again subsided with the salvoe, the swarming Naashan fighters turned their attention westwards, sweeping low along the sea with their active radars lighting the way.

Summary:

Losses:
5 E-2 Hawkeyes
28 F-36 Gladius
10 F-40 Bird of Prey

Remainder of aircraft scrambled off the decks and headed back along the route of the missiles in a skirmish line, presumably intersecting with your bombers route.

Ezaltia

30-11-2007, 00:50

1st Surface Fleet
Baltic Sea

"Sir! They're doing it!"

Fleet Admiral James Salvatore leaned over the ensign's shoulder to observe the radar screen, where the masses of red and green dots began merging south of Beta Aurigae. "Excellent," Salvatore grinned, clapping the ensign on the shoulder. "Proceed west, Mr. Halpert, flank speed."

"Aye, aye, sir!"

Meanwhile, the masses of fighter planes began taking off of the Tempora Heroica-class carriers, forming a massive screen around the Ezaltian fleets as they steamed west, in a perfect position to pincer in the TPF navy.

Fort Carlyle, TWSP

"...And we're bloody moving again," Corporal Stanley Scott complained as he slung his ERX-50 assault rifle behind his back and boarded the C-5 Galaxy transport, one of dozens waiting in line to take off. "Where to, Lieutenant?"

"Nova Brittanica," First Lieutenant Timothy Ashbridge replied. "Apparently we're not need here."

"For shame," Scott sighed. "Weather's pretty nice here."

Within a few hours, the planes were headed southwest, flying over the Trivalvian countryside and entering Siriusan airspace. A request was send to Siriusan Air Command, requesting mid-air refueling and a supplemental fighter escort for the flight to Nova Britannica.

Wanderjar

30-11-2007, 01:15

OOC: Also, Wanderjar, what tank are you using? Electric armor takes up around two thirds or so of a modern tank's internal volume, so you'll need a much larger tank to accommodate it.

OOC: Kriegzimmer Panzerkampfwagon XI

Wanderjar

30-11-2007, 16:11

OKW Headquarters Warsaw, Wanderjar

The Wanderjarian Kriegsmarine had, thus far, been sitting dormant in harbor throughout the entirety of the crisis. At naval bases in Memel, Talinin, and Konigsburg, it sat waiting, its crews simply staring into the blue waters of the Baltic, waiting to go forth and strike at the whim of their Kaiser. And at that moment, when Grand Admiral Reinhardt, sitting dully in his Office and the Oberkommando Wehrmacht, received the order to mobilize the Fleets.

“Ein gott,” he whispered. “Mr. Friedmen!” He called for his Aide, a young Ensign named by the name of Paul Stein.

“Yes herr Admiral?” He asked.

“Issue the orders to the OKKM, all units are to mobilize to engage the TPFian Navy.”

“Jawohl herr Admiral. Right away.” With that he turned and sprinted to send the orders to their respective Command Center. Meanwhile, Grand Admiral Reinhardt viewed a map of the Baltic. Soon, those blue waves which he had so loved as a child would flow black as night with the oil blood of fallen ships, and radiate with the fires of war as never before.

*****

Baltic Sea, two hours later

The fleets had moved, and in a long line the flowed in a chain of steel and guns into the sea. The enemy ships presently engaging the World Soviet Party forces would find themselves engaged not only from land batteries and naval forces from their front, but from the might of the Kriegsmarine from their rear. Wanderjarian Carriers, deep in the heart of their respective battlegroups, were ready to launch innumerable aircraft of the vaunted Volksmarine Luftwaffe. These aircraft, laden with anti-aircraft and anti-shipping ordinance would provide additional annoyance and chaos to their already desperate situation, and Grand Admiral Reinhardt, organizing it all, would be at the forefront of this. He loved TPF, they were among his nations closest allies and it hurt him to have to harm its people, however he knew that this was for the Greater Good of the continent, and for Wanderjar. It was his duty to the Fatherland. A Prussian always does his duty.

*****

Western Front ThePeoples Freedom-Wanderjarian Border two hours prior

The TPFian close airsupport would find Wanderjarian units to be a most recalcitrant foe. Wanderjarian Pattern ZSU-23 Shilkas interspersed throughout the Panzer units fired upon enemy helicopters with attached Stinger missile pods, while the quad-gun cannons engaged the TPFian close air support craft, forcing them to climb to higher altitudes to escape the range of the cannons as well as the stinger missiles. Here they would face further problems from swarms of Su-47 aircraft firing beyond visual range missiles as well as closing in on the TPFian aircraft to remove them from the vicinity. ThePeoples Freedom’s ground troops would have no close air support this day.

Trivalvia

30-11-2007, 23:14

OOC: I'm going to assume for the moment - feel free to correct me - that there won't be anything further happening at the peace conference.

Baltic Sea; Trivalvian North Sea Battlegroup

With no clear indication on the results of the Soviet missile barrage on the TPF armada, Commodore van Hyaams decided to test the waters. This would mean closing the distance between his ships and the TPF vessels, and possibly breaking ranks with the Soviets.

It was time to see just what his new ships could do.

In short order, a cluster of ships broke off from the main battlegroup. TNS Defiant, with TNS Phalanx providing close escort. Two Asher class frigates, the Oberon and Naiad II, would provide additional firepower and anti-submarine coverage.

These four ships now began to edge their way along the Soviet coastline to the TPF ships. Their purpose would be to probe TPF defenses, and attempt to sink some of the enemy escorts.

The rest of the battlegroup arrayed itself; the remaining three Phalanx destroyers along with four Asher frigates aligned in a staggered line before the TNS Resolute and the cruisers. If the main group was engaged, the destroyers and frigates would take the first hits.

700 kilometers north-northeast of the Quadrivalve Archipelago; Trivalvian Atlantic Carrier Group

As his new command approached the now-besieged Naashan ships, Rear Admiral Styles - still getting used to his promotion - took stock of his fleet.

The Atlantic Carrier Group was officially listed as "complete", but the real story was less than flattering. Styles was sailing into combat missing a few ships.

At the outbreak of war, the three Defiant-class guided missile cruisers that were now under his command were undergoing final refitting and adjustments. Having been built at the same time as the prototype now serving in the Baltic, there had been some issues that had not been solved.

Technicians were now working furiously to get the 8-cell Mk 41 VLS units working properly; while not critical for ship-to-ship combat, those units contained ESSMs, essential for providing defense against larger anti-shipping missiles and enemy aircraft. Styles had to order some of the LASMs the main VLS units were loaded with swapped out in favour of more ESSMs.

Similarly, the Phalanx air area defense destroyers were also a problem. Two of the ships he had to leave in the dock for lack of sufficient weapons. The remaining two now had technicians hurriedly integreating the required Sea-RAM launchers. Styles feared that their work would not be complete before the ships had to enter combat.

And the ship Styles wanted to use for his flagship - the new generation Carter class command cruiser - was not even armed. The only working ship of that class was with the North Sea battlegroup.

Yet... Styles had to admit, the TNS Vale was a good substitute. This vessel was not a Trivalvian-built ship, but rather an import, a Court-class aircraft carrier. Onboard were forty F-18s, fuelled, armed, and ready to deploy. A second carrier, the TNS Sussex, kept pace with the Vale. The Sussex had to sacrifice some of its fighter capacity in favour of some search-and-rescue helicopters.

This was not an ideal fleet, yet Styles understood the necessity for their deployment as-is. The Trivalvians were the closest NEA member to the Naashan force right now, and could respond to a crisis sooner than friendly reinforcements could arrive. Deploying, even with partially-functional ships, would provide some aid for the Naashans should they need it, and perhaps an extra edge if the battle shifted in the NEA's favour.

And sending the ships would also send a message to the enemy: Ready or not, able or not, we will fight. Styles hoped the message would recieved, understood, and heeded.

And speaking of messages... It was time to contact the Naashans.

Encrypted Transmission
From: Rear Admiral Styles, commander, Trivalvian Atlantic Carrier Group
To: Commander, Naashan Nova Brittannian Task Force

We are currently closing on your position from the south; we have orders to render whatever assistance we can. ETA in one hour. Let us know where we can do the most good.

Even as this message was sent, the call to general quarters sounded through the ships. Two flights of F-18s were launched from the carriers to serve as pickets. The Questerians might ignore the Trivalvian ships... but Styles was not going to assume that they would.

Errikland

30-11-2007, 23:53

OOC: Hope it is okay to post this here; if not, inform me and I will remove it.

IC:
OPEN MESSAGE
To: All Involved In Current Nova Europan War
From: The Errikan Empire

The Empire has taken note of this great war between many of our friends that stains the continent in blood; we have watched it for some time. At this point, however, we wish to take the opportunity to clarify our position. We are ultimately neutral at this point, not wishing to conflict with anyone. This means that all sides may pass through our territorial waters in Nova Europa, provided they do not engage in coflict of any sort. Any side whose forces engage anyone or impede our or other neutral forces in that area may be banned from this usage until further notice, and may spark greater action on our part.

Should any new peace talks be desired, we would be most happy to host them.

Ezaltia

30-11-2007, 23:58

To: Whom it may concern, Wanderjarian Fleet
From: Fleet Admiral James Salvatore, Imperial Ezaltian Navy

Greetings. Although we may have started with war on the wrong terms, by now you have proven yourself a powerful ally. Thus, it is imperative for our fleets to coordinate in the Baltic Sea. As you know, TPF forces are currently engaging Soviet, Aurigan, and Trivalvian forces near Errikan Nordenland and TWSP. This is the only way for TPF ships to enter the open ocean, which we obviously cannot allow them to do. We request that Ezaltian and Wanderjarian battlegroups be merged into one large armada, to be the hammer to smash TPF forces against the NEA anvil. Then, our combined forces can steam through and aid Naashan fleets against Questers and Doomingsland.

Best wishes,
Fleet Admiral James Salvatore

Red Tide2

01-12-2007, 01:25

H-44's CIC, somewhere inbetween Ireland and Nova Brittania

Admiral Spetzona Petrovich Nikolai grimaced at the message in his hand. The Erriklandis had not outright denied them passing through our waters, quite the opposite infact, but the restriction of no firing in our territory was too much of a inhibition. Therefore, the Naval State Command, in cooperation with the Army State Command, had given him the message too proceed with Plan B.

He turned too the sensors officer, and spoke: "Tell me when we have a clear picture of the Soviet Fleet. I know our sattelites cannot get in the area..." 'Blasted ASATs!' he added in his mind. "So we must rely on the Over-The-Horizon RADAR."

OOC: TWSP, what naval assets do you have in the North Sea or deployed in your North Sea ports? Reply in OOC thread.

Wanderjar

01-12-2007, 02:55

Automagfreek

01-12-2007, 09:57

OOC: I've been telling TPF since this started that I would support him militarily, and I've been waiting for the right time to strike. Short and crappy, because I hate deployment posts.

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Weeks of negotiations with the TPF government had finally started to bear fruit just as the fight in Nova Europa began to turn sour, a move which was sure to mark a dangerous turning point in the war. Already the combined force of Questers and Doomingsland would be a valuable asset for TPF and their ambitions within Nova Europa, but with Freekish support it would seem to be the coffin nail for any opposition. Sometime in the evening after discussions ceased a Freekish taskforce under the command of Alerick Fleshgrinder, the man responsible for carrying out the Londinian Genocide, began to assemble at AMF's largest port city...St. Freeksburg. Knowing that Questarian and Doomani ships were already within the region and able to project a large amount of force fairly quickly, it was decided that a fleet of fast movers would be ideal instead of sailing the usual heavy gunnery ships into Nova Europa.

Alerick's vessels would consist mostly of carriers, submarines, missile frigates, destroyers, and troop transports in order to arrive in the theater quickly and be a versatile force on the seas. In years passed Automagfreek had begun to show the world that its naval prowness exibited in World War 4 and World War 5 had not diminished, and this looked to be an excellent way of doing so. At his command were large elements of Sentinels, professional Freekish soldiers, Death Dealers and Fallen, including the famed 406th Legion that had cemented itself as one of AMF's premier fighting forces under Azrael's near exclusive command. Several elite teams of Sentinel Stalkers were also stowed away on board the Supremacy class attack submarines ready to deploy in advance of the initial infantry surge and direct fleet and air strikes, though it was unknown just how many of the shadowy warriors were amongst the Freekish ranks.

Word had also been sent to commanders of friendly forces that they would be arriving as swiftly as possible, and it was still unknown in many lower circles of the Freekish government why they were collaborating with the Questarians, who had dared to attempt an invasion of Gholgoth in recent years that resulted in utter failure. Indeed the international community and Nova Europa would raise their collective eyebrows, though Gothic leaders were rumored to already have been made aware of what exactly was going on.

Naasha

01-12-2007, 14:16

Encrypted Transmission
From: Rear Admiral Styles, commander, Trivalvian Atlantic Carrier Group
To: Commander, Naashan Nova Brittannian Task Force

We are currently closing on your position from the south; we have orders to render whatever assistance we can. ETA in one hour. Let us know where we can do the most good.

Encrypted Response
From: Naashan 2nd Carrier Group
To: Trivalvian Atlantic Carrier Group

We are engaged defensive, pinned down by Questarian air attacks. Objective is to hold the enemy back for as long as possible in order to allow allied forces passage to Nova Britannia. Advise flanking west to provide additional cover against air strikes, hopefully they won't detect you moving into position.

Sussex, Trivalvia

The Naashan 2nd Army Group had been in limbo for a couple of days since the TPF ceasefire. The significant force was now spread out between Sussex AFB in Trivalvia and Fort Lang in TWSP, everything was either ready for transport or in the air, but with no real destination. It was fortunate really that they were not forgotten about all together by the war planners back in Naasha, because there were enough troops available here to secure all of southern Nova Britannia and they were about to be cut off from reaching it, should the Questarians destroy the Naashan fleet.

But they were just about holding for now, so the decision was taken that the 70,000 men strong 2nd Army should be deployed to reinforce the marine positions as soon as possible.

Southwest Nova Britannia

"Get moving! Do you want these army boys to think we can't even tarmac a bit of ground?!"

Nielson cursed as a utility vehicle with a heavy roller on the front thundered past him, narrowly missing a group of marines setting up a landing beacon. This sort of work was what the marine expeditionary units were trained to do, get ashore and secure a beachhead to bring in reinforcements. It was unlucky that there were no airports to capture, which would have simplified the task enormously. Still, they were well prepared to put up these temporary runways quickly, as the many concrete strips across the training grounds in Aegean islands testified.

He waved to a group of men carrying a Starstreak missile system and pointed off toward a nearby hillside where a trench complex was being dug and shrouded in netting. The whole operation had been conducted with miles and miles of camouflage netting to shield them from prying eyes, despite the fact that nobody had working satellites above the continent any more. The four long runways and rough parking bays were a giveaway of course, but the enemy would have to pass pretty close to discover them, sited cleverly along a large valley as they were.

The five MEU's that had landed a couple of days ago were well prepared to deal with the sort of skirmishing that had been reported to the northeast of their positions and could stave off an air attack with their Starstreak missiles and Linebacker vehicles but they lacked enough heavy equipment to have real staying power. Thus it was with quiet relief that Commander Nielson had received the order to prepare for the arrival of reinforcements. Basing the whole 2nd Army Group was going to be even more of a logistical nightmare than it had been in Trivalvia but they would manage, they had to.

Questers

01-12-2007, 17:52

Missile Strike

Morrigan cursed to himself. He knew it was going to happen, which is why Questarian Naval Pilots are some of the ballsiest around, but it still didn't make him feel good. The whole cockpit was flashing with messages telling him he was being pinged by active radar, that he was going too fast, and that he was flying too low. Flicking on his ECM defence and breaking radio silence, he sent his orders across the attack group.

"Green One to all units, engage and withdraw, repeat, engage and withdraw."

This was what Morrigan lived for. At the high speed and low altitude he could hear his plane rattling, and taking one glance outside the cockpit he could see not just his comrades but a whale coming up from the ocean. He had time for a small smirk before pulling back on the joystick. Almost simultaenously, most of the group began to do the same. As they reached 150 metres, they dropped their missiles, the boosters and engines activating and shooting, considering bad fuses and duds, just under 960 missiles in the direction of the Naashan fleet.

The missiles dropped to waterline level, at began to speed up to a maximum speed of almost Mach 2, they were already guided towards the enemy fleet by INS. Occasionally, one missile would pop up with its active radar on to check the location of the fleet, datalinking that back to the rest of the missiles and allowing for midcourse change. As they came within 50 kilometres of their targets, the missiles all turned on their active RADAR and terminal IR/LADAR, for added accuracy. Impacting their targets at 550 m/s, the 300kg HE warhead and the 40k tungsten penetrator would ensure maximum damage.

The aircraft turned up and headed for home as fast as possible, activating their ECM systems, but the Cossack was not an electronically overpowered plane, so they relied on their speed and distance to escape the enemy aircraft that had given away their positions to them so soon.

As the schedule went, it was time for the second launch. A wave the same size as the first took off, this time armed with longer range missiles, and as soon as they did so, the third wave began prepping for combat. If everything went successfully, then it would be perfectly timed. Admiral Fairfax was confident there would be no mistakes, but his subordinates were not, and hard argued for a more balanced, though less hard hitting, attack. He had been stubborn enough, and insisted that a quick destruction of the Naashan fleet was politically and militarily neccessary.

He hadn't learnt that politics and warfare didn't mix well.

Questarian Fleet

The Sportsman Class AEW cruised hazily in the cloudy skies. At 20,000 metres altitude, its multifunction radar was capable of long ranges, and although the aircraft was alone - its sister ship grounded for maintenance on the radar - she was still able to spot the Trivalvian fleet. They had been given notice of Doomani and Freek naval positions, so it was assumed that this fleet was Nova Europan, and was heading towards the 50 kilometre exclusion zone.

Therefore, the word was given to sink it, but this would be done by a different method to the attack on the Naashan fleet. Splitting off and speeding up, a number of surface ship began to head towards where the Naashans and Trivalvians would be meeting up. However, aircraft carriers would make an initial long range strike. Ten Triumph Class carriers began to prep their Cossacks for a long range attack, employing the new AS-65 missile with a thousand kilometre range. A squadron of aircraft on each where equipped with the missile and took off to engage from long range as the AEW aircraft began to track the enemy fleets. In the absence of RORSATs, AEW was a good substitute.

It would be several hours before the cruiser strike would be in range, but they were capable of defending themselves from all kinds of attacks, supported by the Sportsman AEWs and their long range fighter escorts and their own Town Class Cruisers, the successor to the Mogami Class, feared by many navies as a superb air defence vessel.

Novacom

01-12-2007, 20:29

The Illuminating Light

The Path of Destiny

The Eternal Journey

To Transcend the Gate of Destiny, and pass beyond mortality

“You have been chosen, stand now forever before the cusp of oblivion” The Figure was tall gaunt and bare chested, he held out his arms aloft, bearing a long scroll, his only garb was a massive pair of pauldrons and a sweeping swath of cloth concealing his legs from view, he stood upon a plinth at the top of a small Ziggurat, obsidian black and shimmering with arcane energy,

“Enter now the gate of Destiny and forever walk this path, gone now from the path of life and death, forever now be bound to the path of existence, gone now the flesh, bring now the ideal, bring forth the enduring presence of mind and begin the path anew, rise now once more,” he began his clarion call, the braziers positioned around the chamber flickered as their orbs of light dimmed and became limed with the imperceptible.

A thousand and more figures, each helmeted and robed in heavy black robes, complete with crown like helmets, with 4 arrow like protrusions at each corner, angled towards the distant sky, each held a burning torch themselves as they looked up through the armoured visors of their helms, having shucked their weapons of war for the ceremony, their spears, Vukas and Bows left elsewhere, such was the magnitude of the ceremony that the only weapons in the chamber were held by the ultimate overseer of the proceedings and his guards, who could be seen upon the high ledge near the rear of the chamber, bearing massive ceremonial shields carved with intricate detail, the crackling light of all the torches and braziers below making their helms and armour shine, their robes hanging over but part of their armour as they stood statuesque and idealised seemingly oblivious from this distance to the proceedings.

They had been borne in upon stretcher like litters, their near death evident, yet their desire to serve still burning, several were missing arms and some still oozed their lifeblood, loved ones, at least the ones who had survived the immensely destructive Acension Wars wrung their hands as the tears slid down their grief torn faces, their countenances a mask of sorrow and pride hair flying in all directions as they called out in abject grief and farewells, children clung to the long folds of their mothers dresses and hid their faces within the volumous expanses, weeping gently.

Aside the plinth with the herald was another rising platform, a great carved gateway rested up there, a shimmering corona of fire limed around the edges, jet black in colour and intricately carved, newly forged it was, and evident was the loving detal that had been lavished upon it, each section had been created as an act of devotion, cast in faith and forged in duty, now it stood seamless the focus of the proceedings, at the center of the vast platform easily several spans wide, secured by seeming nothingness it retained it’s place simply through some unseen implacable will.

The procession of the near dead mounted the stairs of the great platform while the heralded called out each in turn, naming their many great deeds, deeming them all great heroes of great valour, ever worthy of this great honour, every word drank in by the crowds as they gazed up at the ascending procession, stoic yet in mourning, like those most close to those now nigh terminal.

The Braziers crackled gently as each of the litters were laid down and their occupants helped to standing, who hung their heads in seeming shame as they eyed the gathering, and once more the herald repeated the words he had called out at the beginning of the proceedings, they had been chosen to stand before obvlivion and to deny it with their truth. As one they turned, limping their gony evident yet not a sound did they utter as they made their way stoically through the Guardian Gate, that great ring, and one by one did they vanish forever, never to be seen as they were again.

A Great drum beat in the background as a choir sung up, a faint sound of mere tones, not words, as shadows haunted the great portal, that great ring, faint glimmers shimmered and slipped in and out of vision, the entire air was taut, time seemed to have topped, the silence seemed awesome as everthing seemingly became meaningless, despair overcame and dominated as abject grief reached a crescendo.

The Drums beat once more as the shadows became clear and the grief was driven away, yet the silence endured all eyes upon the great disc as the shadows became clear. And so stepped forth the first, clad in angular black armour hulking and ponderous yet lithe and of strange aspect, a vision of the future, present in these times distant past, so was he now, the first of many, for eternity was theirs to forever walk the path, to embrace darkness and light and become greater than the two opposites could be.

They would walk the line of truth and lie and deny them both for the all embracement, forever now was this brave new order inaugurated, forever now would death be denied and the state eternally served for now the gate had opened and now they stood ready, for now the time was, and the time was now, for destiny was manifest and fate was apparent, both passing and past, here was the moment, for the momentous was among them as the armour clad figures, who had strode anew out of the great portal kneeled down now arms crossed shoulder to shoulder, their angular helms, akin to those crowns favoured by those around them, raised towards the high risen roof of the chamber, and there he stood, the Hero Himself.

Voronzel Jindrax

Beyond the time they stand now, my love, a badge of honour for the fallen. He whispered softly to his companion, Viginias, that legendary prophetess, their hands briefly touched their eyes shone and the world seemed to slow for a moment, in eternity, of manifest destiny and of love, for a moment the world was the other and the other was the world, but for a moment and only for a moment could such monument be delayed, as he turned back to the proceedings rising grandly, the garb hanging over his armour grandly as he rose the Legendary blade of Jindrax, Damocles, which eagerly slid out of it’s scabbard, and shone like a newborn star, illuminating all those before it and driving away the dark, resplendent in light was he the wielder, his pose the ideal, the remembered, the eternal.

“Hear me now my people, Hear me now Fallen that Rise once more, hear now my friends, for I empower you now, forever more shall you be the Zimtaren, and your mandate is to destinies end, watch over the state and the people, serve all that we have sacrificed blood limb and loved one to create, forever more shall you serve and be guardians, the guardian gate (Old Novan Xgvhuichikaka, Current Novan Xarganias) shall not close, forever shall it be open, for your task is of significance and Absolute, I empower you to the shadows, for yours shall be the path of silence, to guide not rule is your task, and your aspect The Invisible Hand.”

Travellers of the Gate, Zimtaren arise now and seal their fate.

With those last words the ultimate father of modern day Novacom would create a potent phrase, for no sooner had the words been uttered then the figures below would seemingly explode in a show of armour then swirling shadows at the centre of the hall would appear revealing the Zimtaren, which shimmered between their previous guises, brave beings of flesh and blood, and their current eternity, all gazing up with a steadfast devotion to that man, one in particular, young in age, with eyes so pale as if to be merely pupil and cornea burned with a fiery resolve, the past must not come to the future, everyone must march onwards, bringing with them knowledge of the past but not it’s curses and bindings, shackled not would the people be by the past, nor blindly pulled forward by the future, duty would be done, and his previous failure would be atoned for, after all, he had eternity….

“Itzerican, if I may,” ventured the Young Vistakal, as he lowered himself into a chair opposed to Mutterama, his uniform seeming to flow unusually as he settled himself.

“Indeed Vistakal, you may,” replied the Itzerican from over his steaming chalice of Hot Chocolate, a favoured drink among the Novan Military.

“Ah, well it occurs to me that the main dynamic to the situation would be the Nova Europan Alliance, and their focal is the nation known as Trivalvia,” stated the Vistakal firmly, gesturing to the nearby desk, upon which a projector was shifting from images of designs to images of the Nova Europan continent and a fair few other subjects, all annotated and detailed with meticulous detail, as was custom.

“A Succinct appraisement, I believe I know where you’re going with this, carry on,” Mused Mutterama over the rim of the Chalice, before imbibing a measure of it’s creamy content, savouring each drip of the thick pure blend that was a Novan speciality.

“What I propose is a Blockade of Trivalvia, deny them the seas and the skies, thus when hostilities are formalised the basics for an invasion will be in place, and would put a soothing alteration to the dynamic,” placing his left first into his right hand with a dull slapping noise.

Is that from prior experience, my friend, or just a worthy opinion thought Mutterama, as he eyed Vistakal Tovokch who betrayed nothing, a shade paler than most Novans the Trastemn Tovokch bore the colours of the military with pride, with only one almost imperceptible difference, that only those of high rank would be able discern, The Order of Xarganias, what appeared to be a minor spaced variation of the Novan emblem, for there were many, replaced the Military emblem on the left diamond collar spacing of his uniform, a detail in direct contrast.

“So you would propose the Employment of a considerable portion of “Nova Ireland” ‘s Aerial assets to a long term operation over a large geographical area, while maintaining a local superiority, as well as a reserve for future operations, with a flare up imminent on Nova Britain, that may or may not ,” if he and the Vistakal had not know each other it would have been mistaken for a Tirade, but instead it was more of a tired protestation, sometimes the more clandestine branches of Novacom were out of touch with reality only ever so slightly due to their unique circumstances, but still this one should know better, or perhaps he did, you could never know…

"In essence yes, put that way it perhaps does not sound as favourable, yet I make notice that my idea of a naval Blockade has not similarly been disparaged,” smirking with a slight amount of hope as he awaited the Itzerican to explain as to why.

“Well noted, while an aerial exclusion zone may make sense elsewhere, at present it does not, it would not do well for them to get data on our Tokons, Vrazens Quentaks or Voloko’s and although I would not dream of committing them yet, Kashizrions into a situation where intelligence could be gathered at length about their capacities,” he was clearly labouring the point by mention specific designs, and as he mentioned them each the projection nearby shifted to display them, as if the very office itself wished to berate the Vistakal.

“But they will find out in the end, and if they did some studious digging they would be able to at least gather some information,” his tone was coloured with caution and perhaps a slight tinge of sarcasm, subtle yet understated and banished quite rapidly.

“Not so, just this morning, I had Cyberax loosed on the Nova Europan Internet linkages, soon enough they’ll find accessing any part of the internet that isn’t local to the area a nigh possible task, and if they try to do such research we shall know, and be able to doctor their results, what would you imagine their reaction to say, our Tokon being “enhanced” to 700% of current spec with noteworthy armour and a perhaps a few Vrazen Type Laser Emitters,” chuckling at the thought of the last part, the sheer absurdity amusing him no end.

“Most ominous, so they would read the Tokon as a Vrazen and immediately suspect something were amiss,” returned Trastemn flatly, the cynicism evident in his manner, Cyberax was a pet project of the Black Skull Enforcers, and the residual disdain between the separate schools of thought still stood, even though slowly disspating, it remained especially when such things were mentioned.

“Certainly not, I issued directives for a realistic enriching of the Tokon with current technological capacities above and beyond it’s current capabilities, and then ordered details to be made fairly sparse, remember, I was one of the major propenonets of rapid technological developmonet back in the Valjsguard war, and said example would be quite easy to doctor,” Pausing to gesture towards the shimmering hologram hovering to the side of the desk, displaying 4 different proposals each annotated with almost painful detail, emphasising a point quite effectively.

“As I received an update on the Tokontu (Tokon 2) Design process thus far and the results are promising, it’s practically another Vrazen case where it ends up becoming so divorced from the original, it would seem the Quentak design teams results have diversified the idea pool, never a bad thing,” he concluded taking a swig from his steaming Chalice, smiling as his point was evidently beginning to sink in to his “young” friend.

“so denying them some information as internet links are slowly being cut off, and obviously satellite communications are severely hampered as well because it being exorbitantly expensive to get a satellite in a favourable orbit, and then it’d be for military use, hence why a cleaning wasn’t suggested, you’ve been thinking about this for a while now you are indeed relentlessly restless at peace,” Chuckled the Enigmatic Vistakal, evidently reminded of something else, so long ago, it did him good to be reminded of the past, and it’s bearing on the present, even if at times parallels were slightly disturbing.

“Indeed, however, as history has proven, we have always thrived after a period of conflict, and after the past years thriving is certainly an accurate description of present times,” Mutterama returned pleasantly steepling his fingers as he mulled over that was to come, “I think however we’d better condemn this discussion to history, I’ll draw up the blockade orders shortly, and we’ll watch them reap their own whirlwind

“Action not Inaction, words to live by my friend, but be mindful you can’t expect them always to be as puppets to your acts, and I believe you know as to why…

The Black ships of the Novan Third, Fourteenth and Tenth ploughed relentlessly through the placid seas, furrowing great crests in their wake as they hurtled to their new duty stations, black clouds of Tokons circled above the assorted vessels like predatory birds, onwards the ships went crashing through the waves, slicing through the surface with contemptuous ease, the spray from their wake seeming to clutch at the skies and the sides of the great vessels as they went on their way, upon the decks on many of the vessels stood Voloko’s and Kashizrions, the former considerably outnumbering the latter, as they observed the proceedings, weapons at the ready, there had been some discussion about idle plays on an outsider saying, along the line of shutting the gate after the horse had bolted.

Eventually it had become a general consensus that was the whole point, plus the coming action would have other benefits, blocking off the Trivalvians from returning and at the same time blocking off Nova Britanica for the moment from any interferences, while placing some economic pressure on the Trivalvian home front, though some questioned the wisdom of blockading a nation that probably did most of it’s trading probably through its neighbours, then again who could know, such conversation was rife, yet the sailors and personnel of the Novan Fleets did their duty as was proper. As the world slowly turned, so did the Novan Fleets move into position to enact the pronouncement, the Blockade of Trivalvia and the halting of reinforcements to Nova Britannia.

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Novacom Diplomatic Directive

From: Foreign Minister Hugoro Sarestus
To: Trivalvia
CC: Any other participants

We announce an immediate Blockade of the Nation of Trivalvia due to the increasingly worrying situation, therefore, any vessels attempting to break the blockade will be turned away, and any aircraft passing over the blockade shall be likewise dealt with.

Signed,
Foreign Minister Hugoro Sarestus
The Message is signed in an indecipherable language, probably Novan

The World Soviet Party

01-12-2007, 21:36

Snip

OOC: Okay, AMF showed up, we are screwed, might as well have my entire population commit suicide. Will probably be less painful than death on the hands of a Freekish.

Ezaltia

02-12-2007, 00:09

IES Praecursoris
1st Surface Fleet
Baltic Sea

"TPF fleet in range, sir."

Admiral Salvatore clasped his hands behind his back as he gazed out the large window, the sun just beginning to set over the ocean. "Commence firing."

"Aye, aye, sir."

The sun was immediatel obscured by thousands upon thousands of trails of white smoke as the VLS cells on the Praecursoris opened all at once, releasing missiles of every size at the TPF armada. Her sister ship a few hundred meters away, the Imperatorius, was similarly obscured as opened up, along with nearly every other ship in the fleet. All in all, nearly 45,000 missiles were headed for the TPF forces in the strait, and Ezaltian involvement in the Battle of the Baltic had officially begun.

Trivalvia

02-12-2007, 02:14

Atlantic Carrier Group

Styles nodded as he read the Naashan response, and relayed the provided position to Navigation. The fleet shifted position and began to move into place.

Before long, radars began to report contacts at extreme range. "Enemy aircraft confirmed," said the senior officer at Tracking. "Questerian Sportsman AEW aircraft at... geez, 20,000 meters?"

Styles grimaced. "So much for the enemy not seeing us. Order all ships to battle stations. Get the rest of our planes in the air."

"Aye sir," said the exec. "What's your plan?"

"It would be suicide for us to just charge in there. Better to let the enemy come to us. We'll fight this plane to plane, then ship to ship if necessary. First step is to blind the enemy. Take down those planes."

"Aye, aye sir." The exec turned to the officer at Signals. "Order the planes currently in the air to engage and destroy the Sportsmans."

"Flight One, negative, we are bingo fuel. Returning for refuelling."

"Flight Two, break and attack, acknowledged."

Baltic Sea

Captain Harold Tyler considered his options. "This cruiser is closest to our weapons range," he decided. "Order the Naiad II to target it; we'll do the same."

Soon, the Harpoon box launchers of both the Defiant and the Naiad II rotated into position, and launched first one, then a second salvo against the designated TPF cruiser.

(OOC Note: that's 5 Harpoons per salvo, aimed at a single cruiser).

SIC:
Federal Legislature

"Well, Julia? Can the Novans enforce this blockade?" MacKenzie looked over the official notice one more time. I can't tell whether to be flattered or frightened that someone considers us worth the trouble. He settled on frightened - better to exercise some caution.

"Hard to say, sir. If the Novans intend to completely encircle us, they'll have over fifteen thousand kilometers of sea to patrol. In that case, we're looking at a force that could be spread thin.

"If they come close enough, we can probably concentrate our remaining cruisers and frigates in conjunction with local air wings to break through the blockade. I prefer not committing the rest of our naval assets unless absolutely necessary." The Minister of Defense looked unwell - understandable, since currently over a half of Trivalvia's naval force was deployed outside the proposed blockade.

"I'd suggest waiting until our fleets have to return home, then pincer the enemy blockade. If the enemy attempts to attack land targets, our SAMs and fighters should be able to deal with them. As a precaution, General Wellington has ordered ground forces to set up defenses around Isle d'Monovalve and the islands in the Quadrivalve Archipelago against possible naval invasion."

The Silver Sky

02-12-2007, 02:17

[OOC: My involvement will be limited to the troops/ships/planes you will see in this post, as I'm simply being contracted out by Nova, he's contracted me out before, and be happy I was gone over thanksgiving break, otherwise I would have joined full force then :P]

Harbor Command, Port Shield, Skyian Clandon
One Weeks Prior

The sea rose and fell as the wind pushed the swells of water towards the sleek new metal hulls of the 1st Naval Armada sat within the bay, some being loaded with supplies, others with missiles and even more with troops. It was a strange site for the residents of Port Shield, not once had a Skyian Naval Contingent this big had been docked in the harbor.

What was even stranger, was how the Skyian Naval Ships were not flying the flag of the homeland, but rather that of Novacom.

"Admiral Sutherland, the final reinforcements from the 1st Field Army have arrived, they will be loaded up by sunrise tomorrow."

“Good Captain, I’ll get in contact with our ‘commanders’ and let them know we’re leaving soon, and tell them we’re bringing their presents.” Said Admiral Sutherland as he watched the troops load aboard the transport ships that flanked his position in the harbor control tower, the captain promptly saluted and left.

The now nearly set sun glinted off the hulls of the metal behemoths as the dock lights began to come on. He knew that from the air the harbor looked like a magnificent Christmas tree, decked out in lights of all sizes and colors. ‘The world’s deadliest Christmas tree’ he thought to himself.

SRNS ‘Transport’, General Marsden-class AP
The Next Morning

Lieutenant General Michael Harkuro looked over his stack of deployment papers which lay neatly on his desk within his spacious commanders. The tune of Pachelbel’s Canon in D Major played softly in the background.

Something caught his eye as the flipped through the ‘Special Deployments’ Paper.

‘Huh?’ he thought as he flipped back a page. ‘I thought the Heavy Tank Brigades weren’t ready for deployment yet,’ he pondered this as he read over the page carefully. Finally as he neared the end of the page he smiled. ‘So High Command wants to tests these babies out, that’s fine with me, all the more firepower.’ he said to himself as the first rays of sunlight poured into his room on the bridge.

“Looks like it’s time to go, those poor bastards will never know what hit them.”

Supply Convoy 'Exodus', SRNS ‘Transport’, General Marsden-Class AP
Six Days Later

The Armada had come from the west and swung around Nova Iceland to avoid any roaming NEA fleets and thus preserving their 'surprise' somewhat, not that a 1,934 ship armada could easily hide. They were a 'supply convoy' to the Novacom Forces in Nova Ireland/Great Britian, within their holds carried everything the Novans had 'ordered', from airborne troops to heavy battle tanks the troops were itching to fight.

"Ok boys, we all agree this baby needs some kill stickers on it's turret, so we better do our best to show those NEA pansies pain and show our allies and bosses what we can do." Said one of the tank commanders, his crew cheered and raised their beers while sitting on their tank.

That tank, the M620 'Sunder' Heavy Tank Destroyer, was the pinnacle of Skyian Armor Engineering, capable of taking on nearly every threat on the battlefield, its long barreled 203mm gun gave it the power to blast through any armor on the field while it's armor allowed it to resist nearly all other tank shells and ATGMs. They would see their baptism of fire on the ground of Nova Europa.

The destination of the convoy was the northern part of Nova Britian, controlled by Novacom's forces. The lead elements of the transports were already disembarking their troops, nearly 500,000 fighting men and women stood poised to finish the fight their allies had started. Many more men and women would follow, and even though they were of the air force, but they would fight all the same.

From the moment the first dollar of payment had arrived from the Novans, they had already won the war.

Naasha

02-12-2007, 02:25

Trivalvian Atlantic

"Bastards launched!"

"Those are AS weapons, not for us! Continue inbound and engage!"

Even as the enemy aircraft launched their weapons past the Naashan fighters, they were being locked up and fired upon. At last the pilots were being given a foe they could hit in an engagement that they understood, against fleeing enemies nonetheless.

Throwing all pretenses of stealth behind, the F-36's and F-40's that had been scrambled from the decks of their carriers now let loose a ragged volley of Meteor BVRAAM's, a total of about 700 of the missiles vigourously pursuing the foe. It was a mistake to have not loaded additional ECM pods on the Questarian aircraft, because the Meteor was well equipped to deal with the kind of interference that an onboard model would provide with no trouble whatsoever.

Naashan Nova Brittania Taskforce

It was both fortunate and unfortunate that the 2nd Carrier Group was still out on a limb, far to the west of the rest of the fleet which had by now formed up into a defensive ring. The enemy missiles were picked up by the newly launched E-2 from the NNS Defiance, allowing the missile defenses of the escorts to engage their targets a little further out than otherwise would have been possible.

That said, even the thick armour of the two Dauntless battleships with the fleet was defeated in several places by the swarm of enemy missiles. There were just too many of them all headed inbound at once for the CIWS to deal with effectively. Every ship, down to the small tenders that were ferrying supplies out to escorts took at least one hit, and all of the major vessels were crippled almost immediately.

The smoke clouds billowing out from the fleet could be seen from the Trivalvian mainland, the carnage was absoloute and unescapable. A good few lifeboats were already in the water and many more were being released from the dying ships, filled with crew scrambling to escape the onslaught. They would be rescued of course, the remainder of the fleet to the east would be dispatching SAR helicopters and light hydrofoils to pick them up. Still, it was a harrowing experience and the lowest point in modern naval history for Naasha.

Novacom

02-12-2007, 03:51

News from Srihacul Sutherland Taiken, their inbound now they’ve offloaded at Kizerak Telkar (OOC Note: name for the base positioned at Scapa Flow, the only facility I constructed in Scotland that I didn’t turn over to Doom) and the rest of their force is coming down the Tiktan Sea (Irish Sea), they’ll be offloading shortly,” uttered the Venishar from below in the crew pit, causing the Itzerican to turn and look upon him, smiling placidly.

“Excellent, take this Message;

Welcome Srihacul Sutherland to the theatre of battle, upon arrival in port you are to hold at stations for a period of 24 hours of paid Rest and Relaxation while any maintenance and repair operations are carried out and offload ground forces, and begin excercises in Amphibious Landings,

I will require the presence of yourself and your command staff in Vikeltzan to finalise Invasions plans for Trivalvia, amongst other things at a strategy meeting, at which you will present a report on the fighting capacities of your task force.

May Destiny Guide your hand my friend
Itzerican Mutterama Soigan”

The message is called out to the Itzerican after which it is signed promptly by the Itzerican as he eyes up a map of Nova Europa, as the Blockade of Trivalvia finalises moving into position, it at first seemed a daunting task, running the risk of being spread thin, but the Navy had an abundance of Vaetarkellzions, which operated with a tiny crew capacity, were fast well armed and highly effective, and they were certainly going to prove their worth, what was of note however was the seeming lack of reaction, though rumblings of a fortification of the archipelago were circulating, however considering it being such a logical decision it was to be expected.

The Novan Ports of Vrunzivun Zokirlenaixez, what had once been Nova Ireland were a frenzy of Activity, they always were when each shipment arrived, slowly the place was turning into a respectably rapid fully fledged colony, never mind fortress, enough supplies were being built up to last a potential siege, which was now looking increasingly unlikely, but still preparation and redundancy was a Novan hallmark, and preparation was even more important given the special reinforcements arriving at the eastern ports….

Doomingsland

02-12-2007, 04:06

Nova Britannia

Preparations for the thrust southward had been completed, and the thousands of Legionaries assigned to take part in the operation were informed of the impending attack. The initiation of full scale hostilities by their Questarian allies against the NEA meant that it was only a matter of time before the Doomani jumped in to take advantage of the confusion caused by the raging naval battle. Dux Faustus had signed into effect at 0200 that morning the order that would officially initiate the ground war in Nova Britannia.

Up until that time there had been unconfirmed reports of skirmishing in the south, and confirmed reports of scout units making contact with SaintB units. Things would be different now. At approximately 0600, the first tracked armored vehicles began crossing out of what previously had been seen as the Doomani-occupied portion of Nova Britannia and into 'no-man's land'. The previous hour had seen a sharp increase in ACID air patrols and aerial presense, especially in terms of bombers. This soon became evident as ACID's complement of two-hundred ACI-22 Atrox strategic bombers began a southwards course, flying an extremely loose formation spread out over hundreds of miles. However, these bombers did not continue southwards; in fact, they flew just far enough outside of the Doomani sector to fire their deadly payload of air-launched cruise missiles.

The bays of the bombers swung open and from beneath them a pair of rotary launchers was lowered; the first began sending its missiles rocketing into the dawn sky, lifting back up into the bay when it was empty. The second would subsequently empty itself, and with that accomplished, the bombers turned back northwards, eventually diverting back to the bases in Ireland that they had launched from.

The AC-75A cruise missiles that had been fired, forty-eight hundred total, swiftly proceeded to drop in altitude, their terrain-following navigation systems allowing for them to fly extremely low and at supersonic altitudes. By following the terrain, they made their approach virtually impossible to pick up on by enemy sensor systems; at the speeds they were moving, enemy missile defense systems (in all likelihood the only systems they'd be able to use would be close range systems due to the low altitude of the missiles) would have but a few seconds to aim and fire at the missiles.

They targetted every concievable enemy position: primary targets were the defensive complexes constructed by SaintB forces. These were hit with high explosive warheads, with the missiles capable of penetrating and detonating inside the larger bunkers: the hastily constructed bunkers would not stand a chance against the enourmous warheads of the missiles. Thousands of bomblets and mines were scattered within these complexes as well, ensuring that any vehicles or personnel on the surface would be liquified. Also mixed in with the missiles were chemical warheads: bursting above the defensive fortresses were AC-75 missiles with aerosol dispensors containing the lethal Lues binary agent, which, being a heavier-than-air agent, would swiftly descend in a cloud of death over what remained of the bases.

It would seep into bunkers and trenches; even NBC equipped troops would not be safe due to the fact that one of the components of Lues was the ZMI-developed combat Halon gas, which was capably of effectively bypassing the filters of gasmasks and choking the wearer, although at times it could concievably take several minutes from injestion to finally kill the victim. The other component, weaponized Olmefentyl gas, was several times more lethal than VX nerve gas and capable of entering through both the skin and lungs, killing anyone without a gasmask within seconds of breathing it in or absorbing it in through the skin.

The assembly areas of the newly arrived foreign forces were also hit by the missiles: these were primarily targetted with a variety of cluster munitions, ranging from fragmentation munitions to kill and dismember enemy personnel, to infrared-guided explosively formed penetrators to destroy enemy armored vehicles. Because the enemy had no time to dig in, they would have very little cover from the cluster munitions. However, even in this sector chemical weapons were utilized to a high extent, ensuring that anything that survived the bombardment of the cluster munitions would suffocate on the gas. In this instance, another interesting side effect of the Halon gas would be displayed: it was capable of effectively ruining the workings of an internal combustion engine, and as a result the enemy would have lots of vehicles laying around requiring repairs to their engines.

As the cruise missiles hit, Imperial ACI-77 Atratus air superiority fighters, supported by ACI-73M Aquila multirole fighters equipped with anti-radiation missiles, began sweeping down from the north in large numbers. Their goal would be to gain total air superiority within the next several hours. The fighters involved were all highly stealthy, and as a result the enemy would most likely not even know they were there until they had commenced their attacks.

Allanea

02-12-2007, 06:23

Nova Cyprus

In the meanwhile, the Allaneans continued to pump troops into Nova Cyprus. Already 500 Zeus bombers were parked on makeshift runways all over the island, together with a sizeable fighter escort. Aviso frigates, assault landing ships, and even two Nimitz class carriers were parked in the ports, awaiting their time to strike.

In orbit, Thor attack satellites were lining up for the kill, and Ocelot combat vehicles were set to destroy enemy satellites. Even the famous Allanean oil tankers were standing ready, under full guard, their content still kept classified. The decks were covered with an extra layer of junk metal and IR-breaking tarps, to prevent scanning from orbit.

Special forces were landed, submarines arrayed for protection of the island, rockets and bombs were brought in by Ouroboros. The island was preparing for conflict.

Siriusa

02-12-2007, 08:51

Official Siriusan Declaration of War

Siriusan Military Arm declares an official state of war between the Princpiality of Siriusa and the Holy Reich of the PeoplesFreedom for attacking space assets of the Nova Europa Alliance, for invading a fellow Nova Europa Alliance Member and attacking a member of the Nova Europa Alliance while peace negotiations were in progress.

Pray to whichever god you believe in.

The sight of the RSS Avatar, Siriusa’s Overlord Class Superdreadnought, being removed from drydock was indeed an impressive sight. The preparations for war had been completed, the ship was ready to be manned, and everything was running perfectly on schedule. There was a roar of water as the gates opened and sea water came rushing into the deep V-shaped channel in which the gigantic ship was situated.

The Avatar’s drydock was slightly different from more conventional drydocks. All of the water had been emptied out of a narrow, deep bay along Northern Siriusa. The mouth of the bay was walled off and large gates were put in place, to allow water in or to keep it out. The ship was propped up on huge metal supports, all along the front and back to keep the gargantuan ship from moving while the water flowed into the bay. Once the bay was full, the drydock also acted as a port, or sorts, and the crew could board directly from there.

Slowly, steadily, the hull of the ship began to rise as the water frothed about it. The gigantic metal beams that supported the ship during drydock creaked and groaned as the weight of the Avatar was removed from them.
Admiral Nathan Gale watched the flow of water abate as the water levels evened out. This was it. At his command, his crew of thousands would board the dreadnought and then they would go forth from its home to join with the rest of the fleet, resting not but a few kilometers north of Siriusa. From there, they would head directly north, the shortest possible route to The PeoplesFreedom.

OOC: ORBAT soon to come, fixing some fine points.

Naasha

02-12-2007, 18:34

Nova Britannia

The enemy were acting exactly as expected, the cruise missile launches were detected almost immediately by the E-2 which was supporting the marine preparations, but the missiles themselves were soon lost in ground clutter. It was fortunate for the marine air defenses that the launch had been picked up, as they were prepared to take the very brief shots that the missiles presented them as they popped up into view above the base.

Unfortunately, the sheer number of missiles coupled with the fact that each anti-aircraft weapon only got one shot off meant that a very good deal indeed made it through the net and into the Naashan lines. The enemy were using satellite information and thus targeted primarily the static structures of barracks, logistics buildings and runways, not a single building survived the onslaught of fire, explosions and gas, any that were not flattened were roaring ablaze, illuminating the night sky.

Troops were not faring much better either, those in the barracks were mostly killed outright or else burned beyond recognition, left to die out on the fresh concrete of their base. Those sleeping in dugouts fared a little better, taking no direct missile strikes, they watched the base burn in a kind of incredulous awe, that was until the gas contained in some of the missiles began to cause them to spasm and collapse. Even those who donned their gas masks in time were still affected, the inner dugouts were decimated while those on the outside learning that the nerve agents couldn't be filtered out and sensibly hurrying for high ground.

The missiles targeted at the runways smacked unerringly into three of the four, a freak coincidence saving the fourth as the missile detonated prematurely in the sky, showering shrapnel down on the men below rather than rendering the only means of escape unusable. As the bombardment died away, the expeditionary airfield was bombed, ablaze and gassed, sympathy explosions from the ammo depots around the base continuing the audio bombardment well into the night.

Summary:

Losses:
10,000 men.
8 Patriot Missile systems.
16 Bradley Linebackers rendered immobile.
3 C-5B Galaxy transports and their flight crews.
3 runways inoperable.

Ezaltia

02-12-2007, 20:13

1st Army Group
Wales, Nova Britannica

It was a crummy excuse for a landing strip, but it was big and easily-defendable. All around, planes of every size were landing and unloading everything from 10mm bullets to massive Behemoth III tanks, including over 100,000 soldiers. Lieutenant Ashbridge's platoon hadn't recieved their deployment orders yet, but the fighting was sure to start before too long.

On another part of the base, tentatively named "Fort Snickerfritz," Field Marshal Lloyd Bronsworth pored over a large map of Nova Britannia, on which several rocks and twigs were placed to represent Ezaltian, Saintian, and Doomani positions. He leaned heavily on his cane; he wasn't quite the strapping young soldier he used to be. "We have to secure all of Wales posthaste before Doomani forces move too far south. It's imperative that we not allow SaintB to be flanked, otherwise the NEA has no hope of retaining control of the isle. Then our combined forces can press northwards against the Doomani."

The PeoplesFreedom

02-12-2007, 21:08

Strategic Warfare Information Centre
Alarms were blaring in multiple screens and areas as the main monitors showed red lines coming from the Soviet mainland to TPF. There were over two hundred missiles and five hundred cruise missiles heading towards the capitol as well as military airbases and ground bases. There was confusion of what the response should be, namely whether or not a nuclear strike was imminent. In the end, it was decided that the counter-measures in place would be adequate enough to preserve most of the nuclear triad. As the ICBM's broke into space, they were meet by TPFian Brilliant Pebbles units, which targeted and destroyed over half of the enemy. As they came down towards TPF, they were further struck by the Safeguard ABM missiles, along with Lyrisian SAM sites. In the end, twenty five EMP warheads struck their targets. The cruise missiles were soon being intercepted by local SAM defenses as well as the Lyras-made SAM's that carpeted TPF. Around fifty made it to their targets. They made signficant damage to the area they hit, but it would not cripple TPF.
The Fleet
" What the fuck?"
" Indeed. What the fuck."
" All of them?"
" Yes sir, we are tracking... forty-five thousand missiles, not including the Soviet barrage."
" There goes the picket. Order the commanders to have their men get in the lifeboats. Order our defenses to focus on the missiles that can actually reach the screen."
" Aye sir, Pikes is what can hit us."
" Okay, kill those. God Bless those men. It will be awhile before we can rescue them."
The Picket would be destroyed, but it ensured that at least one fleet was out of missiles, their missiles simply did not have the range to hit the main screen or the primary fleet. It was unfortunate that it would still likely cause tens of thousands of casualties, but such was war.In the meantime, the main screens and fleet had to deal with the incoming Khans and Pike's. As the Khans closed in, they were met with missile spam from the Mogami-class cruisers, which intercepted a number of the, but several slammed into the screen, destroying cruisers and battleships. The Pikes were met with AAM's deployed from the CAP patrols, ensuring the vast bulk were destroyed by them. Then SAM's were fired from the main screen, which ensured that even more were destroyed. Finally, CIWS and RAM systems intercepted most of the rest, but several made it and slammed into the ships. No ships were sunk, but several were severely damaged and were taking on water. Now it was time for the counter-assault.
In The Air
Sariel bombers, equipped with various types of missiles, had been deployed from TPFian airbases when the orders were given for the fleet to begin to engage the enemy force. Their were over seven hundred of them that were en route to the target area, heavily escorted by EW and ASF-70's, as well as AWACS and tankers. Several other waves of these were behind them, insuring that their would be a constant stream of land based aircraft to assist the main fleet in their mission. At the same time, aircraft were being scrambled from the carriers in the fleet, thousands of aircraft would be joining in the assault against the Soviet armada. In all, around two thousand F-25 ASF would escort the strike aircraft, EW aircraft and the like. EW planes would jam enemy radar so it would be difficult for the enemy fighters to target them. The planes didn't even need to get that close, just close enough to launch their stand-off ordanace. Additionally, they were not going in one wave, instead they were going in at multiple waves, assuring no rest for the enemy and no chance to re-organize. MLSS-21 missiles would form the bulk of the ASM's, and they would target enemy air-defense ships first, followed by the flags ships. The highly-trained pilots also flew low to the sea, ensuring that the enemy would not see the full amount of their radar.
The Fleet
While most of the missile guided submarines had expended their munitions against enemy shore defenses, many were left for a counter-strike against the Soviet fleet. They would expend their payloads by firing over two thousands Spear missiles at the enemy, they had a range of over 300km and traveled at nearly mach two, before using a ram-jet to impact the target at over mach four. This would ensure some damage and it would keep the enemy fleet busy at the aircraft came in. The TPFian fleet was saving their heavy anti-shipping missiles for later.
Losses: 316 Frigates of various types, 119 destroyers of various types, two Mogami-class cruisers, three Ajax class battleships.

The Silver Sky

02-12-2007, 21:50

OOC: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brevity_code << you'll need to see this for words/terms that seem strange to you.

Shadow Flight 'Nova'
Wales, Nova Britannica

Not long after the Skyian Naval and Land Forces arrived in Nova Ireland the Air Forces arrived, just in time for the Doomani offensive, they were to patrol the flanks of the known SaintB positions for any hostile forces, as a result they were given stealth EO/IR pods on the wing stations for reconnaissance. Used in these flights were F/A-84 Shadows, the Skyians premier frontline fighter, nearly as stealthy as those from Tyrandis and Doomingsland.

"This is Nova Leader, come in Nova Flight, we're nearing waypoint Romeo, increase altitude to Angels 3."

"Roger!"

"Nova Leader this is Flashbulb, requesting you go active with all sensors and commence datalinking with us and scan the area for any bogies or bandits, command doesn't want to risk an AWACs." Came the call over the radio from the AWACs on station.

"Roger that Flashbulb, datalink up, proceeding to Angels 4 for better look."

"EO/IR going active, hmm, seems like we have a rough landing strip within visual range, gonna circle my current position and let the pods get a better look, Nova Flight go home, I'll meet you on the way back."

"Nova Leader this is Flashbulb, do you have a rough number on the ground forces in the area?"

"Negative Flashbulb, to numerous to count, alright I'm gonna go active on my radar in A/A mode. Wow, lot of transports in the area, I'm gonna go mapping."

"Roger that Nova Leader, map the area then come home."

"Alright... mapping done, sensors off, angels 1 and heading home hope you send this to the bomber boys, they'll love this target."

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Prenzvival Katrenai Air Force Base, Nova Ireland
1st Nova Europan Bomber Squadron

The data from Nova Leader was quickly processed through the chain of command, the Novans were known for their quick thinking, and before long the bomber crews were briefed and their weapons were loaded, the Ezaltia's stay in Nova Wales would be over soon, they better have got their souvenirs. Also, the Doomanis got the information on the targets forwarded to them.

"This is Knight Leader, come in Flashbulb, we're on station awaiting orders, are we cleared?"

"Roger that Knight Leader, you are cleared hot, launch rifles and come home."

With those orders the first Skyian shots of the war were fired, 48 B-300C Super Hurricane (http://z14.invisionfree.com/TSSTechCentral/index.php?showtopic=134)bombers had been rounded up for the mission, and each carried 80 AGM-1200 'Longbow' Long Range Air Launched Cruised Missile [LRALCM] (http://z4.invisionfree.com/NSDraftroom/index.php?showtopic=1498&st=0).

All 3840 missiles were targeted at what is the Ezaltia 1st Army Group, nearly 140 of the missiles were of the E version which ment that they would pop up near the target and scan the area looking for targets such as SAM sites, vehicles, buildings and their EO device would look for runways and large clearings of dirt.

The other 3700 missiles were divided evenly within the A/B/C/D versions, the A versions targeting buildings and vehicles and tents and the like to destroy them with sheer concussive force, and while the B version would seek out soley vehicles/airplanes on the ground, the C version would target both vehicle concentrations and infantry groups while the Ds would hit the heavier tanks and vehicles as well as any runways/clearings. The E versions would loiter over the area until all the missile hit and then pick a target and crash into it.

The missiles were designed to be stealthy to almost any radar, and even though OTH would detect them, it was useless as close range and have horrible resolution measured in kilometers, definately not enough for a targeting solution. The enemy would not know the missiles were inbound until it was too late.

Trivalvia

02-12-2007, 23:23

OOC: Just a reminder, TPF, that a few of my ships have fired missiles as well. What happened to them, may I ask?

IC:

Battle of the Baltic

"We're registering several hits on enemy ships from the Soviet and Ezaltian strikes. Geez, that's a lot of missiles."

"It's not called 'missile spam' for nothing," van Hyaams remarked dryly. "Status of the enemy fleet?"

"One moment..." The officer at Tracking consulted his screen. "The enemy screen has some holes in it, now. We're still too far out for our missiles or guns to target the main force."

"Very well, what about the rest of their defensive screen?"

"Some ships are moving into range now. Uh, sir, we haven't recieved any data on whether our Harpoons can penentrate their ships."

van Hyaams frowned. "Nothing from our advance ships?"

"Nothing yet, sir. All we know is they fired on a cruiser, but no confirmed kill."

The exec looked up from the main map. "Shall we engage, sir?"

van Hyaams nodded. "Have our advance ships continue to harrass the enemy; they should target smaller ships, but are to retreat if the enemy puts their full attention to them." He looked over the main map. "Meanwhile... let's target the nearest battleships. And have all ships ready for a counterattack."

"Yes sir." The exec barked out orders to the bridge crew, and before long reports came back. "We have two enemy battleships in range; shooting solutions computed and fed to our gunnery crews."

van Hyaams nodded. "Very good. Fire."

A single salvo went out from the battlegroup; 27 Harpoon missiles fired from the cruisers and battleship; 14 missiles at one enemy ship, 13 at the other. Unlike the smaller cluster, the main battlegroup would wait until it knew the results of its attack before firing a second salvo.

At the same time, the four Asher frigates sent their heilcopters into the air once again, deploying fresh sonar buoys to pick up enemy submarines.

Naasha

02-12-2007, 23:49

Samka Air Force Base, Naasha

So far it had been the lot of the Naashan Forces to take everything the enemy could dish out without really having the opportunity to strike back, this had to change if the war was to reach a speedy conclusion and one that favoured the NEA. Politically as well, pressure was growing to show that Naasha had some backbone and could strike back at her enemies when the time came. Now had to be the time.

Captain Samantha Greenwich flashed a smile at her crew chief as he waved her aircraft out of the hangar and into the first position on the taxiway, ready to lead the flight as usual. Her SB-22 Sariel bomber, laden with AGM-158 JASSM cruise missiles, seemed to take longer than usual to clear the runway but at last the stealthy aircraft lifted into the air and she throttled back to allow the rest of the squadron time to take off and form up.

Across on the other side of the base she could dimly make out the warning lights on a B-2 Spirit as it too hurtled along the runway, loaded with the same missiles and the same deadly intent. The same scene was being replayed across Naasha as the strategic bomber wing of the Naashan air force took to the skies to wreak some revenge upon the foe.

Despite the three different types of bomber in use, the SB-22 Sariel, EB-180 Stargazer and the B-2 Spirit, they carried similar payloads of eighteen AGM-158 JASSM Cruise Missiles. A total of 178 bombers were headed out in their squadrons to attack the myriad of targets threatening Nova Europa.

Of these, it fell to the one hundred SB-22 Sariels, based mostly in northern Naasha to engage the Questarian fleet. They would fly west from the mainland and well out into the Atlantic before turning north to engage the enemy ships from the south where they would hopefully be less vigilant. A total of 1,800 missiles would be striking the enemy vessels, if all went to plan.

The forty-eight B-2 Spirit bombers would be heading directly north, flying over Trivalvia in order to strike the Doomani bases in Scotland, again relying on their stealth and long range to shield them from counterattack until they regained the protection of the Trivalvian air defences. Target selection was a little more difficult here, but the missiles had been programmed with the known locations of enemy bases and then ordered to engage the largest heat signatures that had not yet been attacked.

Finally, the thirty EB-180 Stargazer bombers were split equally into two groups, the first was armed with the same cruise missiles as before and was to engage the Novacom facilities and ports that had sprung up in Nova Ireland. The second group of fifteen Stargazers were to intercept the enemy ships enroute to blockade Trivalvia and engage them with their eighteen JASSM missiles.

If everything went to plan then there would be no losses, the only bombers that should even need to break stealth to use their radars were the fifteen attacking the enemy ships and as these would probably have left port by now, the enemy air defenses should be light.

Siriusa

03-12-2007, 00:25

"Incoming transmission from Tenarius."

"Open the communications channels," Admiral Gale replied. "I'm ready."

He was aboard the communications deck on the Avatar. It was definitely a much more spacious room than those to which he was accustomed. In front of him there was a large monitor, at least as wide as his armspan. Men on all sides of him worked at terminals, receiving constant input from Siriusa, the other ships in the fleet, and the other branches of the SMA.

The Head of the Military Arm popped into the screen in front of Gale.

"Sir," Gale saluted. "Everything is going as planned. We are heading directly north, approaching the Novacom blockade. Do you have orders for us?"

"If someone must fire the first shot, we do not want it to be us," Hu said severely. "Most likely the Novacom forces will not permit you to proceed. We would prefer if we could go through unmolested, but we must not allow ourselves to be taken advantage of." Gale nodded. "I'm transferring command of the other carrier groups over to you. The Group Commanders report to you and you will report to me."

"Sir," Gale replied, and nodded.

"Depending on Novacom's decision, you will send the first and third carrier groups back to Siriusa, to protect its coasts and to maintain a level of control over the Strait of Gibraltar. We will have wolf packs patrolling the seas east of Nova Brittania and Trivalvia. We'll have AWACS in the sky soon, then we can send them over Trivalvia. Keep me informed."

The screen fuzzed out to static, then switched off to black.

"Sir, should we open a transmission to the Novacom fleet?"

"No," Gale answered. "Let them find out for themselves that we're coming. Send out a message to all of the carrier groups. I want them to continue on our northbound path in our formation and to stay on their toes. Contact the Trivalvian military, let them know of our planned course of action, we'll be entering their waters and we might port there for a day. You boys hold down the fort, you know how to contact me if anything comes up. I'm going to step outside and get a breath of fresh air."

Gale stepped out of the room and navigated the corridors to the outside of the ship. The cool night ocean breeze blew against his back, as if it were beckoning him towards the Novacom fleet. It was a calm, clear night, the silence was broken only by the sound of the ships cutting through the water.

Gale looked out across the water and spied the RSS Defiant, one of the two huge Duke Class Battleships that had been deployed in the task force. Let's hope we won't need her, Gale thought solemnly.

OOC: Semi-unfinished and probably still has errors, I'm just posting it for the heck of it. I'll either edit or make another post if I need to. Novacom, don't reply to this yet, please. Thanks!

OOC2: The ORBAT's on the other computer. I'll put it up later tonight.

EDIT: (Cont'd. Still a work in progress.)

<heavy encryption>
To: Trivalvia
From: Siriusa

if you are not yet aware, a large fleet of Siriusan warships is approaching from the south. As we do not know what will happen if it tries to pass the blockade, we would appreciate any assistance that Trivalvia can offer. And, if it is not too much trouble, we might stop at one of the Trivalvian ports to replenish any supplies and prepare to move onwards to The PeoplesFreedom.

Chang Hu
First High Advisor to the Prince
Head of Military Arm
Siriusa
</heavy encryption>

The Silver Sky

03-12-2007, 00:56

Welcome Srihacul Sutherland to the theatre of battle, upon arrival in port you are to hold at stations for a period of 24 hours of paid Rest and Relaxation while any maintenance and repair operations are carried out and offload ground forces, and begin excercises in Amphibious Landings,

I will require the presence of yourself and your command staff in Vikeltzan to finalise Invasions plans for Trivalvia, amongst other things at a strategy meeting, at which you will present a report on the fighting capacities of your task force.

May Destiny Guide your hand my friend
Itzerican Mutterama Soigan

Thank you for the warm welcome Itzerican Mutterama Soigan, me and my men thank you for the paid R and R, however our ships don't need any repairs as of now, a few hours of resuppling and refueling the carrier plane fuel reserves should do it. We personally would like to strike a decisive blow while the Questerians and Doomani are pushing at full tilt.

Me and my command staff [Lieutenant General Michael Harkuro of the 1st Field Army and Major General Justin Cordes of the 4th Tactical Air Armada] would be glad to meet you in Vikeltzan, I can arrange a fast transport their within the day, and I will have my report ready for presentation.

May Destiny Light Your Path Well,
Admiral Michael Sutherland

Ezaltia

03-12-2007, 03:11

Prenzvival Katrenai Air Force Base, Nova Ireland
1st Nova Europan Bomber Squadron

The data from Nova Leader was quickly processed through the chain of command, the Novans were known for their quick thinking, and before long the bomber crews were briefed and their weapons were loaded, the Ezaltia's stay in Nova Wales would be over soon, they better have got their souvenirs. Also, the Doomanis got the information on the targets forwarded to them.

"This is Knight Leader, come in Flashbulb, we're on station awaiting orders, are we cleared?"

"Roger that Knight Leader, you are cleared hot, launch rifles and come home."

With those orders the first Skyian shots of the war were fired, 48 B-300C Super Hurricane (http://z14.invisionfree.com/TSSTechCentral/index.php?showtopic=134)bombers had been rounded up for the mission, and each carried 80 AGM-1200 'Longbow' Long Range Air Launched Cruised Missile [LRALCM] (http://z4.invisionfree.com/NSDraftroom/index.php?showtopic=1498&st=0).

All 3840 missiles were targeted at what is the Ezaltia 1st Army Group, nearly 140 of the missiles were of the E version which ment that they would pop up near the target and scan the area looking for targets such as SAM sites, vehicles, buildings and their EO device would look for runways and large clearings of dirt.

The other 3700 missiles were divided evenly within the A/B/C/D versions, the A versions targeting buildings and vehicles and tents and the like to destroy them with sheer concussive force, and while the B version would seek out soley vehicles/airplanes on the ground, the C version would target both vehicle concentrations and infantry groups while the Ds would hit the heavier tanks and vehicles as well as any runways/clearings. The E versions would loiter over the area until all the missile hit and then pick a target and crash into it.

The missiles were designed to be stealthy to almost any radar, and even though OTH would detect them, it was useless as close range and have horrible resolution measured in kilometers, definately not enough for a targeting solution. The enemy would not know the missiles were inbound until it was too late.

Dante only said that Hell had nine layers.

He was wrong. There were definitely at least ninety, and Lieutenant Timothy Ashbridge was on layer ninety-eight. He was one of few people on the ground who had survived the infernal barrage, and right now he was halfway-wishing he didn't. Soldiers and peices of soldiers lay everywhere, scattered like toys after an angry child's ramage. Smoke and fire obscured most of the sky as Ashbridge looked upward, but fortunately, the Silver Sky had struck too soon. A little less than half of the Ezaltian task force had still yet to land, including most of the fighters, who screamed eastward to intercept the Skyan (?) bombers before they landed.

Captain Jack Renteria was in one of those fighters, an F-119 Banshee interceptor accelerating to Mach 3. His wing of 50 each fired three ATAIM-10 Hanabi missiles, evenly spread between the retreating bombers.

Novacom

03-12-2007, 03:18

Hostility, it permeates the air

Anger it intruders upon the soul

Aggression it infiltrates the mind

A single thought would radiate to the perceptive, gather at the tower, that single thought echoed out to those who would hear it, it’s origin would pick up pace as he grabbed his comlink from his belt and depressed a triad of buttons in the correct order, “Alert air defence, enemies inbound of Naashan Origin,” the reply came swiftly, and without question, none would dare question his words, after all, he was rarely wrong.

They had not taken long to assemble, an intricate tower had been constructed in Tzankiten, the eventual capitol of Nova Ireland, sharp and angular like much Novan Architecture, this one was different, at it’s pinnacle was a great chamber, lined with glass “sarcophagi” within slumbered individuals of little note but of potential, gathered from prisoners taken from attempted infiltrators, there had of course been attempts to gather intell on Vrunzivun Zokirlenaixez, which had been shot down before they could even see land, and as such any enemy was blind to the nature of the island now, and from amongst the Prisoners which were imnprisoned within their own dreams in Special Novan Prisons located around the Isle had been selected these few, oblivious to the gathering within their midst, figures garbed in midnight black tunics, with the Black Skull Upon their collars and the bearing of enigma that was the hall mark of the Novan Black Skull Enforcers, the Novan Military Psychic Orginisation, and foremost among them of tall standing was their leader, having recently returned from his tasks in Doomingsland was Yuri, the one of immense presence.

“Our thoughts as one, stand together,” were his words, as his comrades closed in, forming a circle unbroken and tight, of similar height and demeanour they stood, focused upon their task, “reach out now, show them the horrors we have endured, bestow upon them the cold dark, the twisting nightmare, the dream denied, the ultimate end of dreams, show them now how the world ends, how peace is so sundered, fool the senses weave reality, for their time has passed and now is our finest hour, an hour to last eternity and more,” such was this chant as the focus built up, thought merged with thought as they reached out to the Naashans flying over Trivalvia,

It would come slowly at first, the general feeling of distraction, the mission was not important, that war would end amicably, they could go home, but what of the mission, what would it accomplish, such was the beginning, a general undermining, it would be worse in the more creatively minded pilots and the more receptive, but nobody would be fully immune, all would hear the siren call of the weavings.

Eventually the thoughts would swirl and coalesce, this mission could make things worse not better, visions of a continent eternally at war, of women and children marching into the fires of war, to forever embrace the sleep of death and embrace nothingness, the earth groaned and shook as veins of fire spread across the land, as the land itself bled, and the skies wept fire, reality bled as the world itself seemed to slowly die, everywhere the pilots of the mission were cursed, it was they, they who had caused this, brought about the never ending night, that had driven away the bright light of day, that had closed the gates and condemned them all to wander the lands of the dead, forever now denied to the bright fields of life, for now night had fallen, and the day had ended, thousands died and were left to rot, statues rose of bull headed gods, risen by the survivors praying for salvation, before other survivors beset upon them shredding flesh and consuming completely the other.

At last when it could get no worse it ended, the light, no not the light, there was nothing but pain, pain and white, the agony was eternal, and for an age they were consumed, before it faded away, faded away as the circle far away penetrated further into the sanctum of the assorted pilots minds, into the deepest of nightmares and hidden fears as they were brought manifest, unearthed from the inner reaches of minds, long since locked off, brought forth were their inner demons, their hidden vices, everything that defined the worst about them, including an over developed sense of idealism, such to the point where they would turn on each other, such was the mental spell woven from afar.

The Circle remained unbroken, the sarcophagi around thrummed slightly, as their mental strength was added to the formidable gathering within the tower, such mental might had never before been turned against a target, and now the seed was sown, one or two of the Naashans may be able to break out of the nightmare, but gone were the walls and barriers of a life time, base instinct would rule, and powerless to interfere would they be with their comrades as they would eventually turn on each other, Yuri looked up and eyed up the others of the circle, and smiled wolfishly, his pearly white teeth glimmering slightly, this was only the beginning…

The Silver Sky

03-12-2007, 03:27

1st Nova Europan Bomber Squadron

Unfortunately for the Banshee's, while the gigantic bombers had a large enough RCS and flew high enough to be tracked by the fighters radars, the ATAIM-10 Hanabi, while a missile with a very long range, simply didn't have a long enough range, the B-300C had a speed of Mach 2.2 at altitude, combined with the fact that the Skyian missiles had been launched over from over 3000km away, it was unlikely that the planes could get into range of the bombers on their much smaller range, and even more doubtful that the missiles could overtake the bombers within their 400km range.

However, the Ezaltians had gotten a bit to close for comfort, further raids would recieve fighter cover.

The World Soviet Party

03-12-2007, 03:57

OOC: Psychics? Hell to the naw, I refuse to accept psychics (led by Yuri -_-) as a weapon of war usable in MT.

The PeoplesFreedom

03-12-2007, 18:49

Molkte Line
High Command had to be prepared for the possibility that the encirclement and counter-attack on Wanderjar would fail. It was a sad and morbid thought to assume that TPF may loose, but it was an eventually. Thus, engineers and thousands of local citizens had been recruited to help construct a series of fortifications ad barriers, while at the same time preparing supply depots, kill zones, and defensive positions. The current line was being constructed around one hundred kilometers away from the current front lines, and it also had the majority of the supply depots and rear repair depots as well as MASH units. Minefields were placed all over the area, and engineers had placed hundred of tons of demolition charges and explosives along the roads and they were prepared to create thousands of more obstacles. Hills and cities as well as towns had also been heavily fortified. Kill zones were created along the most likely vectors of attack, the open fields were layed with minefields and anti-tank ditches as well as barbed wire. Every centimeter of these areas were locked down by artillery and mortar units, snipers and machine gun teams also were dug in near these zones ensuring a vicious cycle of fire would cause extreme casualties. Along roads, engineers had jury-rigged aircraft bombs to explode upon remote, ensuring that roads would be cratered and destroyed, holding up enemy logistics and combat units, all the while artillery would be raining down on them. Several paths existed where no mines or any obstacle existed, these would be the areas where armored and mechanized forces could sweep in for local counter-attacks. Prepared positions of bunkers, trenches, pits, and other things existed for the infantry, and many positions were created to allow the Panther G. and others to be in the hull-down position, ensuring that they could destroy any enemy tank or engineering vehicle while in protected positions. SAM positions and other anti-air units carpeted the area, ensuring protection against enemy planes and helos. Finally staging areas were creating, armored and air assault units prepared to close any gap our counter-attack when needed. The enemy would have a hell of a time getting through the line.

Beta Aurigae VII

03-12-2007, 20:20

OOC: Sorry it took so long for me to post guys, finals are on the way next week and the Professors like to overload us with work around this time. Finally, I can almost see the other side and I should be able to post regularly for the duration of the war. Also, I backtrack at the beginning of the post in order to make sure everyone knows what's going on with my troops.

IC:During the Peace Conference

During the peace conference, Beta Aurigae had begun to move more and more troops around upon seeing the apparent lack of interest in peace on the side of the TPFians. This increased troop movement was also in response to the large number of allies TPF had brought to the fight. War production had begun in earnest and stockpiles of supplies were being stored in underground safe houses throughout the nation non-stop for the past few days. The navy was also beginning to move some ships around as well, as the TPFians navy began to show signs of wanting to break the blockade, ten fleets were being sent to intercept the TPFians before they could run the blockade. Also, the airforce had begun 24-7 patrols of Aurigean airspace in preparation for the inevitable attack from TPF or one of its allies.

Current Time

The Bridge of the R.S.S Redemption

Fleet Admiral Roger Thompson watched the radar screens carefully as the ten fleets under his command began to come into range of the TPF armada. He had watched the opening salvos of missiles from each side with earnest as he eagerly awaited his chance to blast away at the TPF fleet. As the fleet came into firing range, his palms grew sweaty just as they always did before a big battle, not out of fear but as a reaction to the adrenaline. Very few people on earth relished in killing other people, but Thompson was one of them, he loved every second of it. The screams of dying men, the burning bodies, the flaming hulks of gigantic ships as they plummeted to the depths carrying countless thousands with them, he just flat out loved it.

"We're coming into range now Admiral."

"Excellent," said Thompson, "Fire our first salvo of missiles and torpedoes. Targets are at the gunnery commanders' discretion until further notice. Keep the fleet moving until we are within gun range. Launch the fighters at the first possible instant and target their carriers."

"Aye sir."

As soon as the command was given, thousands of missiles and torpedoes were launched at the TPF fleet. Thompson smiled as he watched the ordinance streak towards the TPFian fleet. A lot of it would probably be destroyed but this was really just a warning shot to let the TPF know that Beta Aurigae means business.

TWSP-Wanderjar Border

Lieutenant General Harold Ogden stared over the expanse of land between himself and Wanderjar. The four legions he was in command of represented the some best Beta Aurigae had to offer. However, four legions was a small offer when TPF had thrown a large portion of it's military might at Wanderjar and TWSP. They had been under TPF bombardment sparingly of the past couple days, as they had just moved into TPF's range barely two days before. Thankfully there had been no casualties but losing men was inevitable. Now he sat as waited for the push by the Soviets and the glory that awaited him in death.

OOC:
See my list from page six of the thread to get troop numbers. The ten fleets I'm sending are identical to the first four.

Naasha

04-12-2007, 00:35

Samantha shook her head slightly, seeking to clear her mind at the controls of her Sariel bomber as she headed west over the very southern reaches of Trivalvia and out into the Atlantic. Strange thoughts kept entering her brain, that the war was pointless, that it would end peacefully and then stranger, more disturbing things too.

She fought against the desire to turn the bomber around, searching for other things to keep herself occupied and her thoughts away from the bizzare images her subconscious was conjuring up. The sudden clasp of a hand on her shoulder caused her to jump bodily in her seat, the aircraft's auto-pilot fortunately deciding that the movement had been accidental and remaining on course.

"You alright?"

The voice from behind her was the co-pilot, her cousin Richard Hazly. She turned around to find him looking at her with concern, as if she was acting strangely or something. Better to lie, she thought, all she needed was a rest to conquer her pysche before the bombing mission began.

"Yeah, fine. You mind taking the controls for a minute?"

Across the continent, bomber crews were continuing inbound to their targets, some pilots handing control to their junior colleagues while they fought off the particularly lucid visions of death and despair but all fighting and winning their own little private battles against their demons, inside and out.

The World Soviet Party

04-12-2007, 00:51

In The Air
Sariel bombers, equipped with various types of missiles, had been deployed from TPFian airbases when the orders were given for the fleet to begin to engage the enemy force. Their were over seven hundred of them that were en route to the target area, heavily escorted by EW and ASF-70's, as well as AWACS and tankers. Several other waves of these were behind them, insuring that their would be a constant stream of land based aircraft to assist the main fleet in their mission. At the same time, aircraft were being scrambled from the carriers in the fleet, thousands of aircraft would be joining in the assault against the Soviet armada. In all, around two thousand F-25 ASF would escort the strike aircraft, EW aircraft and the like. EW planes would jam enemy radar so it would be difficult for the enemy fighters to target them. The planes didn't even need to get that close, just close enough to launch their stand-off ordanace. Additionally, they were not going in one wave, instead they were going in at multiple waves, assuring no rest for the enemy and no chance to re-organize. MLSS-21 missiles would form the bulk of the ASM's, and they would target enemy air-defense ships first, followed by the flags ships. The highly-trained pilots also flew low to the sea, ensuring that the enemy would not see the full amount of their radar.
The Fleet
While most of the missile guided submarines had expended their munitions against enemy shore defenses, many were left for a counter-strike against the Soviet fleet. They would expend their payloads by firing over two thousands Spear missiles at the enemy, they had a range of over 300km and traveled at nearly mach two, before using a ram-jet to impact the target at over mach four. This would ensure some damage and it would keep the enemy fleet busy at the aircraft came in. The TPFian fleet was saving their heavy anti-shipping missiles for later.
Losses: 316 Frigates of various types, 119 destroyers of various types, two Mogami-class cruisers, three Ajax class battleships.

The Soviets had called their own air defense, bolstered by the fact that, while they were in friendly territory and could quickly land to rearm, the TPF'ians could only count on their carriers, and pilots shot down would have a hard time being recovered, unlike their soviet counterparts.

More than three thousand aircraft of different types were already on the air, ranging from F-22s to the Navy's F-28Cs. All was set for the approching TPF'ian force to be destroyed, be it in the air or in the high seas.

Fleet

The submarine attack was expected, yes, but the Soviets didnt have enough ships to shoot down all the missiles. Last time, they had been lucky, two hundred missiles they could deal with, two thousands... not so.

CIWS and every weapon the ships could muster opened fire at the incoming salvo, shooting down a good portion of it, but not big enough to make a difference. Most of the barrage hit it's targets, the escorts which had been scrambled as a protective ring around the capital ships, sinking or heavily damaging over fifty (50) between destroyers, cruisers and frigates.

The Soviets, however, were quick to retaliate, firing a further thirty (30) Khans and two thousand five hundred Pikes (2500).

Ezaltia

04-12-2007, 02:21

1st Carrier Strike Group
Battle of the Baltic

Strangely, the TPF fleet had not yet returned fire on the Ezaltian fleet, preferring instead to concentrate their fire on the Soviets. Captain Ian Cervantes, commander of the massive air screen circling the Ezaltian fleet, didn't mind one bit, and wasn't about to return the favor. A single tap of his trigger, and all eight of his AGM-99 Whaler anti-ship missiles dropped from his main weapons bay and rocketed towards the TPF fleet, along with 8,400 from the other planes in his wing.

Planes:
600x F/A-84B Sea Shadow
8x AGM-99 Whaler (that aforementioned variant of the Harpoon)
8x ATAIM-10 Hanabi
4x ATAIM-8 Tasogare

200x F/A-501 Blizzard
10x AGM-99 Whaler
6x ATAIM-10 Hanabi

200x F-119 Banshee
8x AGM-99 Whaler
8x ATAIM-10 Hanabi
8x ATAIM-8 Tasogare

70x EA-18G Growler

The PeoplesFreedom

04-12-2007, 03:06

The Soviets had called their own air defense, bolstered by the fact that, while they were in friendly territory and could quickly land to rearm, the TPF'ians could only count on their carriers, and pilots shot down would have a hard time being recovered, unlike their soviet counterparts.

More than three thousand aircraft of different types were already on the air, ranging from F-22s to the Navy's F-28Cs. All was set for the approching TPF'ian force to be destroyed, be it in the air or in the high seas.

Fleet

The submarine attack was expected, yes, but the Soviets didnt have enough ships to shoot down all the missiles. Last time, they had been lucky, two hundred missiles they could deal with, two thousands... not so.

CIWS and every weapon the ships could muster opened fire at the incoming salvo, shooting down a good portion of it, but not big enough to make a difference. Most of the barrage hit it's targets, the escorts which had been scrambled as a protective ring around the capital ships, sinking or heavily damaging over fifty (50) between destroyers, cruisers and frigates.

The Soviets, however, were quick to retaliate, firing a further thirty (30) Khans and two thousand five hundred Pikes (2500).

In The Air
By now the extremely massive strike force had arrived within range of the Soviet fleet. First targets would be the air defense ships, as they were the primary concern of the first wave. As they closed in, Seagull EW warfare aircraft began to jam the radio and radar signals of the enemy fighter aircraft in the area, as the strike aircraft moved in for the assault. Soon, six hundred aircraft identified their targets and launched four MLSS-21 (http://z4.invisionfree.com/NSDraftroom/index.php?showtopic=1223)400mm variants at various air defense and carrier targets. By now, the enemy would be most likely out of CIWS rounds, but even if they weren't, the MLSS could take multiple hits of 20mm or 30mm ammunition, and they had enough explosive power to sink an enemy destroyer in one or two hits, depending on the shot area, armor, and crew skill of the enemy. Also, the aircraft were launching from over 270km away, so it would be hard to intercept the launch aircraft by any means. Even as this blow occurred, the second wave was already en route, ready to strike at any surviving threats.

The Armada
Yet another wave of enemy missiles was inbound at the armada, more than the original amount, but more prepared as well this time. As Khans arced up, they were intercepted by land-based ABM missiles as well as missiles from the Mogami classes, even so, some of the missiles landed, a few splashing into the sea, but others sinking a full fleet carrier, flames enveloping it, and it was sunk in a matter of minutes. More slammed into a number of heavy missile cruisers, along with another battleship. The Pike missiles cam screaming in towards the fleet, unfortunately a large portion of the F-25 fighters were out escorting the strike aircraft, but there were still many which intercepted over one thousand missiles, they had locks on many, but the fast nature and countermeasures ensured that not all were destroyed. Then, Mogami-class crusiers, assisted by destroyers and frigates along with SAM complements from the battleships and Command Battleships in the area were able to intercept nine hundred more, then the surviving pikes were hit by local ship's CIWS and RAM launchers, but even so around three hundred survived, sinking or damaging over thirty ships of various types, including some of the precious Mogami's.

Now it was time for the fleet to respond with their heavy missiles. Seven thousand one hundred and sixty two missiles launched from the tubes of the ships, including MLSS-21's from the smaller ships and heavy Seaburn class missiles, which were equipped with a 400kg HE warhead with a 100kg depleted Uranium penetrator, also launched were Trident Stealth Sea-skimming missiles. These were very expensive, so only five hundred were launched from aresenal ships, but they skimmed the sea and were equipped with geometric shaping and RAM to ensure they had a lower RCS than heavier missiles, this allowed them to deliver their 200kg payload usually undetected. These, however, were not launched at the Soviet fleet, who was no longer much of a threat, but rather split between both the Trivilian [?] and Ezlitan [?]fleets.

The Sariels, meanwhile, escorted by ASF-70's and others, now were in range of attacking one of the fleets in the blockade, they simply awaited orders.

Vetaka

04-12-2007, 23:39

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Vetakan Defence Force to Mount Rescue Operation In Nova Europa
Page 1 New Theeb Echo (World Edition)

Defence Secretary Samuel Fielding in an Emergency Address to the Vetakan Senate today confirmed the deployment of a large scale Naval Fleet to region of Nova Europa to mount the largest ever rescue operation of Vetakan and Vetakan Allied Citizens from across the Nova Europa Region. Speaking this morning Secretary Fielding said "Due to the continuing crisis and the increasing hostile actions within the Nova Europa Region the Vetakan Dominion felt compelled to act in defence of Innocent Citizens caught up in the region". When asked whether this significant deployment would affect the Vetakan Governments Stance on the Nova Europa Crisis Secretary Fielding responded with; "The Vetakan Government will continue to maintain its stance of neutrality in respect of Allies on both sides of the war. The Vetakan Government will continue to use its contacts and influence on both sides to achieve a peaceful and diplomatic end to this hostilities within the region, Vetaka is committed to World Peace via diplomatic means and will continue to work towards this goal in respect of the current Nova Europa Crisis".

Military and Naval Experts at the Department of International Relations and Military Studies at New Theeb University expect the Nova Europa Expeditionary Force to be commanded by 38 Year Old Grand Admiral Katie Contona whom traces her experience back to 16 years of age. It is expected the Force will number between 100-250 Ships from the Vetakan Naval Defence Force 1st Battle group and the VNDF 1st Strategic Assault Group of which both are already mobilised ready for deployment.

Official Free Dominion of Vetaka Diplomatic Message:

To: <Open Communication>
From: Daniel G Pearce, President of the Free Dominion of Vetaka

Subject: Nova Europa Crisis

Honourable Leaders,

The Vetakan Government wishes to announce its intent to evacuate all Vetakan and all Vetakan Allied Citizens and Diplomatic Personal from the region of Nova Europa in response to worsening crisis and increasing conflict within the Region as a result of The Peoples Freedom annex of Nova Britannia. The Vetakan Government currently and will continue to assume a neutral stance in regard to this issue in respect of Allies on both sides of this crisis.

The Vetakan Dominion has no desire to get involved however we do have a desire to rescue innocent Citizens currently stranded across the Region. As such under Operation: Allied Safety the Vetakan Defence Force has dispatched a fleet to the area to enact the rescue operation. This Force has strict orders to steer clear of all conflict and such orders will be obeyed however I request you order your fleets not to fire on the Vetakan Fleet for it will defend itself if attacked.

Vetaka is committed to world peace via diplomatic means as such I call upon all leaders and nations involved to do what the can to avoid further conflict. I as leader of the Vetakan Dominion invite all nations involved to enact a cease-fire and join me in the neutral Vetakan Capital of New Theeb for immediate Peace Talks. War solves nothing, Peace solves everything.

Yours with the greatest of respects

Daniel Gary Pearce

President of the Free Dominion of Vetaka
Supreme Commanding Admiral in Chief of the Vetakan Defence Forces

1-2 Weeks Later.......

Vetakan Defence Force Military Base New Theeb, New Theeb, Vetaka:

Offically the Vetakan Government was maintaining a stance of total neutrality to fast escalating crisis within Nova Europa with the Vetakan Dominion having strong Allies on both sides of the war the Vetakan Government had decided that the only fair thing it could do was remain out of the war and officially not support either side. However Vetaka was concerned for the safety of its own and citizens and embassy personal across the Nova Europa region as a result and after many late might discussions it was decided that Vetaka would mount an evacuation of all Vetakan and Allied Embassy Personal and Civilians trapped within the Region. As a result the Vetakan Government had ordered the deployment of a mainly humanitarian evacuation fleet with a limited Carrier Group to act as Protection Support to the Vetakan Defence Force Armada. Led by the Questarian built Valiant battleships Vetakan Defence Force Naval Ship (VDFNS) Valiant and Beaufort and supported by two Preatonian built Victorious Class Battleships the fleet itself was to be commanded by Supreme Grand Admiral Katie Contona. With her fleet now ready and fully briefed it set off for the war torn region of Nova Europa.

North Nova Europa Atlantic Ocean:

"Admiral Ma'am we shall enter Nova Europa in 6 Hours" reported Operations Commander Commodore Danny Dyerand from across the bridge.

Supreme Admiral Contona looked up from the Operations Report that she was reading on the Fleets Operations of the past week she eventually stood and looked at the large HD Operations Screen that displayed her fleet in perfect formation. Turning to look at the Commodore she spoke her voice commanding with experience and respect:

"Continue Course and Maintain Defensive Patrol, We are still to deploy then? Nothing on the wire from the Admiralty"

"No Ma'am. VSIS Intelligence as well as OBSAT Recon continues to report Combat across the Region." replied the Commodore

"Ill be glad to be in and out as quickly as possible. We may be back in the Questarian Commonwealth but that won't stop the Doomani, the Skyians or the Freeks from putting holes in us. I want to do a Stone and shoot in and out" chuckled the Admiral

"Aye, Ma'am. Helm continue course and speed" spoke the Commodore whilst saluting the Admiral

An "Aye Sir" came from across the Bridge of the ship in the direction of the Helmsman in total some 150 Ships attached to the 1st Vetakan Naval Defence Force Battle group and 1st Strategic Naval Strike Group the majority of which where Emma Ferns Hospital Ships and Helicopter Assault Ships that would spearhead and facilitate the evacuation of Vetaka and Allied Citizens the Operation codenamed Operation: Allied Safety was the largest Evacuation Operation of a foreign region ever launched by the Vetakan Naval Defence Forces the crews of the ships where nervous, but confident they could do what they had been ordered the Vetakan Navy may not be as famous as that of Questers, The Silver Sky and Preatonia but it was well trained, well supplied and well disciplined

Vetakan Evacuation Fleet "Operation: Allied Safety Orbat"

2 Valiant Class Battleships (VDFNS Valiant and Beaufort)
2 Ajax Class Battleships
2 Victorious Class Battleships
6 Danu Asura Class Battleships
2 Nexus Class Hyper Carrier (CVHN) (VDFNS Rene Scondel & VDFNS Charles Lind)
10x Sword Beach Class Helicopter Assault Carrier
10x Dienstad class Strategic Projection Vessel
2x Myoko Class Command Cruiser
15x Southampton Class Cruiser
6x Tenacious class Cruiser
8x Terrance Class Light Cruiser
20x County Class Heavy Cruiser
10x Paramount class Air Defense Vessel
25x Mogami Class Air Defence Cruiser
20x Colony Class Helicopter Destroyer
15x Illium class Destroyer (Dedicated Logistical Escort)
5x Chieftain Class Pocket Battleship (Dedicated Logistical Escort)
5x Sandleford Class Anti Aircraft Destroyer (Dedicated Logistical Escort)
25x Hayasake Class Destroyer
25x Woundwort Class General Purpose Destroyer
25x Sandleford Class Anti Aircraft Destroyer
25x Shirune Class Destroyer
5x FRT.39 Class Fleet Support Ship
5x FRT.52 Class Carrier Support Ship
2x Pepperbox class Logistical Support Vessel

35x Emma Ferns Class Hospital Ships
5x Mercy Class Hospital Ships
15x Type 42 Destroyers (Hospital Escort)

Ezaltia

06-12-2007, 00:01

Battle of the Baltic

"Enemy missiles inbound and closing fast!"

"Ready intercept," Salvatore ordered, and watched the radar screen as the swarm of TPF missiles closed in. "We're reading something else, too, sir," the ensign called. "We're reading several launches from their arsenal ships, but no inbound pings."

"Stealth missiles," Salvatore frowned. "Order our Growlers to activate their radar jammers and I'll get our ships to change position."

"Aye, aye, sir."

As he relayed the order to the fleet, he felt the launch of the intercepting missiles and peered out a window to watch their progress. Most of the TPF missiles were intercepted by incoming missiles, others were shot down by close-range CIWS, and still others were thrown off from the radar jamming. However, several still got through, destroying or severely damaging twenty-one frigates, eleven destroyers, and five cruisers.

The stealth missiles were far more effective. In addition to sinking several dozen of the smaller ships, two mighty Duke-class battleships, the IES Dogma and Dingleberry were irreparably damaged. The dreadnought IES Imperatorius also took several hits near the waterline, but the thick armor protected it from all but superficial damage.

In retaliation, the 46 Astute-class attack submarines lurking under the fleet each fired 4 Hammerhead supercaptivating torpedoes, traveling at over 250 knots towards the enemy fleet, aimed specifically at any battleships, carriers, or dreadnoughts the enemy might have.

Siriusa

06-12-2007, 06:55

Tenarius, Siriusa

Chang Hu paced back and forth furious in his office. The high-definition screen on his wall remained annoyingly blank, completely devoid of Gale's visage. I told him to keep me informed, Hu thought to himself, and what does he do? He goes off to do his own thing!

"Sir!" Admiral Gale's voice said, an image of his head popping up onto the screen. "We are heading northwards as you ordered. In the meanti-"

"This war has taken a turn for the worse," Hu interrupted him. "And it's going to keep getting worse at an increased rate. We need to get the drop on them, before they can launch the first strike. I want your fleets prepared for battle and in position so we can work quickly and efficiently."

Gale nodded. "Sir. Would you like us to make our presence known to the Novans?"

"No, we'll be doing that in a different way, one that I can't talk about right now. For now, continue to approach, but do so slowly and carefully. I'll give you orders directly on when to act. For now, prepare yourselves."

Siriusan Fleet, south of Novan blockade

"Get the other Group Commanders online. We need to be battle ready as soon as humanely possible. We need to be ready to launch or defend against a missile attack, as well as get as many of our planes in the air as we can in a very short amount of time." Gale gritted his teeth. "Things are about to start happening very, very fast."

Siriusa

Ten separate squadrons, each with 20 F-40 Birds of Prey, took off from 10 military bases across Middle Siriusa and started heading north, under the direct command from the Head of the Military Arm. The bases in Northern Siriusa, having just finished loading and launching a total of thirty fully loaded B-1B Lancers, set about coordinating a rendez-vous between each squadron and a trio of bombers.

Each group of 23 planes headed off toward the ocean, none entirely aware of the others. However, as they all headed on a course towards the Siriusan fleet. Over the fleet, they converged and all headed north, towards the Novan blockade.

The bases in Southern Siriusa, however, were busy with something different. 300 SB-22 Sariel bombers, fully loaded, flew northeast, up through Terror Incognita and up into Trivalvia. From there, they started to head off westward, towards the blockade. They would be arriving only a few moments after the F-40s and B-1Bs made contact with the Novans. If everything went according to plan, the Novans wouldn't notice the Sariels, partially because of the aircraft's stealthy qualities and partially because the F-40s and B-1Bs would hold their attention, at least temporarily.

OOC: There ya go, Novacom, just as I promised. It's not a lot, but there it is. There might be a couple errors or inconsistencies in there, so if there are any, let me known and I'll clear 'em up.

Trivalvia

06-12-2007, 22:50

Port Asher AFB,
Isle d'Monovalve

While the Siriusan bombers passed overhead, several Trivalvian F-18 fighters took to the skies. For the past few days, the air force had been maintaining a large scale "umbrella" extending 600 kilometers from each airbase, providing an early warning screen and rapid response capability. Today would be no different in that respect... except for the orders to monitor Siriusan channels carefully.

If the Siriusans ran into any problems, the Trivalvian air forces would come to their aid at a moment's notice.

Southern Isle d'Monovalve

The beach covering the southern shore of Isle d'Monovalve was one of the largest beaches in Trivalvia, and a favoured tourist spot. With the winter weather approaching, the beach normally attracted few visitors, but today it was overflowing.

Two battalions worth of reservist troops, along with a combat engineering battalion, were hard at work preparing the beach for a landing. Several large metal "jacks", three meters across, were being deployed in a staggered pattern along the beachfront as an anti-vehicle deterrent. Trivalvian military doctrine forbade the use of anti-personnel landmines, so the next layer of defense was kilometers of barbed wire strung along the beach. At the point where beach sand gave way to rock and soil, concrete barriers and pillboxes were being erected, along with several missile launchers. Lance ATGMs featured heavily here. Out to sea, an Asher class frigate deployed mines.

This scene was being repeated on every beach in Trivalvia, from the inlets on the mainland, to the rocky shores of the Quadrivalve Archipelago...

New Moncton GFB, Vehicle Training Area

The instructor watched from his post as five Barracuda tank destroyers fired on several targets. No live rounds were being used at the moment, that would come later. He scowled as indicators appeared on the laptop screen before him, and spoke into his walkie-talkie: "Gunner 3, that's the fifth shot you've missed. Dismount and report to your senior officer. 3a, take his place."

These tanks were the first to arrive from the factories in over a year, and so far, the instructor was not too happy with the speed the recruits took to learning them. Of course, having to give crash courses in vehicle use was not this instructor's preferred style. He hoped to have a few months to get the recruits ready, but he may only have a few days. Well, he'll have to make do where he could.

"All right people. I'm resetting targets and scores. Let's try this again, from the top..."

Questers

08-12-2007, 01:11

[OOC: Sorry I've not posted recently, had more schoolwork than anticipated and been feeling pretty shit, but got a post up because I quite like this rp. Also, if you didn't know, 'careering' is British English for careening.]

First Wave

The Cossack was a maneouvrable aircraft, but it was not enough to save them all. Standard patterns; accelerating to maximum possible speed, swiftly turning up and letting off chaff worked for some missiles, but not for all, and Morrigan watched with some degree of fear as he saw two aircraft glide along their courses, missiles hot on their tail and chaff expended, as their pilots ejected and fell into the deep blue ocean, parachute and all. As the missiles hit, the rear of the planes crumpled, then another hit and they dropped into a fireball. Frantic reports were coming in from all squadrons, and Morrigan narrowly avoided a pair of missiles. He wasn't long from home, he thought, and as he swerved hard to starboard to avoid a missile, he felt a rocking in his aircraft. Looking to his starboard, he noticed that he hadn't quite turned enough - or the missile had out-turned him, it wasn't really relevant - because he was belching thick smoke and couldn't see a thing.

Immediately, the Cossack started jerking and swerving and going into a sharp dive. Assuming he'd been hit by a missile, Morrigan fumbled at the controls. Managing to straighten out his plane somewhat, he managed to reach a position where he could visually see his carrier before losing control. The plane jumbled out of the sky, careering down into the seas. Pulling back hard and doing everything he could to keep his plane in control, Morrigan ejected just as the Cossack skidded into the ocean next to his plane, turning around and smashing itself into the water, sending up water a hundred feet. Well, he was alive.

HMS Ardent

"Kak" The Intelligence Officer swore in Afrikaans. "reports coming in from the second wave ee-lint. Total annihalation. We've no real way of telling the damage since our RORSATs are still out, but it looks bad. It appears thye only had a single carrier group out there - some messup in targeting gathering, not that it matters for the second wave - but they got hit by what we intended to hit their whole fleet. Daardie arm bastards!"

Although Admiral Fairfax couldn't quite see it first hand, the ELINT gathered by the next approaching wave of aircraft told the story. The 2nd Carrier Group was caught with its pants down, and although it had put a spanner in Fairfax's plan, it was still good in some respects. "Those poor bastards indeed Mister Eybers. It is war, and the enemy has fought valiantly. Surely they must know they can't win."

Eybers shrugged. "You know what we would do in their position Admiral."

The Admiral nodded. "Very true Mister Eybers. We shan't insult their honour by offering a surrender. Continue the attack."

"Aye sir." Eybers nodded and left the room.

Second Wave

These aircraft were able to attack from a further distance, and although intel reports at this distance were sketchy - the fleet was moving ever closer, but it was still a thousand kilometres away - they were able to engage with enough certainty of enemy positions to use their inertial guidance. From seven hundred kilometres away, the four hundred Cossacks launched their missiles; two AS-62 each, slung underneath the rotating bomb bay. These large missiles sea skimmed until coming within radar horizon of the enemy shipping, at which point they shot up into the air, activating their home on jamming active radars and their terminal IR guidance, accelerating to 800 metres per second before coming crashing down on enemy ships, detonating their 550kg warheads. Pulling off, the first wave of attacks was over.

Ahead Fleet

"Excellent news Sir!"

"Hm?" Commodore Lamb turned around, taking the pipe from his mouth momentarily.

"We have a RORSAT online in low earth. It's detected the Trivalvian fleet, so we have bearings."

"Excellent news indeed!" Lamb clasped his hands together. "Begin the attack and tell Admiral Fairfax."

It was a fairly simple procedure. Everything was ready and could be done at the touch of a button. For the crew that could watch the launching of the missiles, it was incredible. For those that couldn't, it was quite boring. The twenty Admiral Class Cruisers each launched sixty SS-45 Sea Lion (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=13249707&postcount=24) missiles before slowing their speed and allowing the anti air cruisers to move up to cover them. Once reports had been made on damage - the RORSAT was moving slow enough to stick around until the the missiles had hit - secondary strike options would be considered.

Main Fleet

The Sariels went undetected; they were firing from maximum range, which meant that the Questarian AWACs weren't close enough to properly get a lock on them, but the same could not be said for their missiles. A significant number had been launched, but the missiles used were thankfully subsonic. The Town Class cruisers in the fleet were able to lock on and go through the normal procedure. Well known for their anti air capability, they were able to target the JASSMs at launch. Admittedly, the Questarians had not expected landbased bomber attacks this early, expecting the enemy forces to be disorganised, but the procedures did allow for quick intervention. Missiles were launched and covered. Missiles did get through, but the subsonic nature of the AGM-158 made interception that much easier.

The missile did, however, have a large warhead. Unarmoured, an Admiral class cruiser took two direct hits, exploding and sending vibrant orange explosions and shockwaves across. Another, and another, and another went up in flames. Losses to the heavy hitting surface ships of the fleet were perhaps the most damaging, next to an aircraft carrier, but the thick defences of the carriers and the slowness of the Naashan missiles meant that they were sufficiently protected.

Losses:
89 Hawker Cossacks
8 EW aircraft
6 Admiral Class Cruisers
4 Type 28 Class Frigates

The World Soviet Party

08-12-2007, 02:04

In The Air
By now the extremely massive strike force had arrived within range of the Soviet fleet. First targets would be the air defense ships, as they were the primary concern of the first wave. As they closed in, Seagull EW warfare aircraft began to jam the radio and radar signals of the enemy fighter aircraft in the area, as the strike aircraft moved in for the assault. Soon, six hundred aircraft identified their targets and launched four MLSS-21 (http://z4.invisionfree.com/NSDraftroom/index.php?showtopic=1223)400mm variants at various air defense and carrier targets. By now, the enemy would be most likely out of CIWS rounds, but even if they weren't, the MLSS could take multiple hits of 20mm or 30mm ammunition, and they had enough explosive power to sink an enemy destroyer in one or two hits, depending on the shot area, armor, and crew skill of the enemy. Also, the aircraft were launching from over 270km away, so it would be hard to intercept the launch aircraft by any means. Even as this blow occurred, the second wave was already en route, ready to strike at any surviving threats.

The Armada
Yet another wave of enemy missiles was inbound at the armada, more than the original amount, but more prepared as well this time. As Khans arced up, they were intercepted by land-based ABM missiles as well as missiles from the Mogami classes, even so, some of the missiles landed, a few splashing into the sea, but others sinking a full fleet carrier, flames enveloping it, and it was sunk in a matter of minutes. More slammed into a number of heavy missile cruisers, along with another battleship. The Pike missiles cam screaming in towards the fleet, unfortunately a large portion of the F-25 fighters were out escorting the strike aircraft, but there were still many which intercepted over one thousand missiles, they had locks on many, but the fast nature and countermeasures ensured that not all were destroyed. Then, Mogami-class crusiers, assisted by destroyers and frigates along with SAM complements from the battleships and Command Battleships in the area were able to intercept nine hundred more, then the surviving pikes were hit by local ship's CIWS and RAM launchers, but even so around three hundred survived, sinking or damaging over thirty ships of various types, including some of the precious Mogami's.

Now it was time for the fleet to respond with their heavy missiles. Seven thousand one hundred and sixty two missiles launched from the tubes of the ships, including MLSS-21's from the smaller ships and heavy Seaburn class missiles, which were equipped with a 400kg HE warhead with a 100kg depleted Uranium penetrator, also launched were Trident Stealth Sea-skimming missiles. These were very expensive, so only five hundred were launched from aresenal ships, but they skimmed the sea and were equipped with geometric shaping and RAM to ensure they had a lower RCS than heavier missiles, this allowed them to deliver their 200kg payload usually undetected. These, however, were not launched at the Soviet fleet, who was no longer much of a threat, but rather split between both the Trivilian [?] and Ezlitan [?]fleets.

The Sariels, meanwhile, escorted by ASF-70's and others, now were in range of attacking one of the fleets in the blockade, they simply awaited orders.

The TPF'ians planes were spotted from afar by mainland-based equipment, any S-400 batteries currently operating on the coast was set to blast them off the sky, as well as providing anti-missile cover for the fleet.

The F-22s and F-28Cs sped up to meet the TPF'ian Air Fleet, preparing to engage them with their own missiles.

As for the Sariels, they would be dealt with by the Fleet, the Air Force and the land-based systems.

Meanwhile, the fleet started a tactical retreat into the straits, hoping to lose the missiles, still, the TPF'ian barrage was very effective, and destroyed more than one third of the remaining Soviet Fleet, taking with it all the battleships and two of the carriers.

The Soviets, again, fired the remaining sixty Khans and well over one thousand five hundred Pikes, as well as a number of smaller missiles, now that the TPF'ian fleet was closer.

OOC:

As Khans arced up, they were intercepted by land-based ABM missiles as well as missiles from the Mogami classes

How can you fire land-based ABMs if you are off the Wanderjarian coast?

And, yeah, shit post generally coz' I'm bored and tired.

Trivalvia

08-12-2007, 02:06

OOC: 1,200 Sea Lions? Guess my fleet's sunk, heh...

Atlantic Carrier Group

"Incoming contacts!" Lt. Jorgenson at Tracking visibly blanched as he watched the the various tracks. "ID confirmed, they're Sea Lions. Detecting at least 120."

Styles cursed. "Expect ten for every one you see, Lieutenant. All ships brace for incoming missiles."

Styles' exec began to issue detailed orders. "Damage control teams to active status. Fighters attempt to target and destroy missiles. Gauntlet and Barrier, assume defensive status around the carriers."

It was, Styles thought, a futile effort, but one that had to be done. Even the best anti-missile defense screens would allow 1 out of ten missiles past it. With the number of missiles on approach, that still left ten missiles for every ship in the fleet.

His figures were optimistic. Several fighters, employing ESSMs, managed to shoot down twenty missiles. The Phalanx destroyers and Defiant cruisers also deployed ESSMs, shooting down another hundred. 1,020 missiles still sped toward their targets.

Now the Phalanx destroyers fulfilled their primary function. With eight CIWS and six Sea-RAM launchers present, they began to fire at the Sea Lions. Their kill rate did reach the 90% effectiveness that Styles had predicted, but only for those missiles heading towards themselves and the carriers they shadowed. Meanwhile, the seriously outgunned and unarmoured Asher-class frigates took the first hits. Styles watched as the Prometheus and Pan exploded from the onslaught.

"Can we return fire?" he asked, even though he knew the answer.

"No sir. No bearing on the enemy fleet. They're well outside weapons range, and our own fighters are..." The exec waved to the carnage outside.

"Order all fighters that still have fuel to return to Vale," Styles said. We won't be able to provide a safe home for them anyway.

The Defiant class cruisers put up as much of a fight as the Phalanxes, but they had fewer anti-missile defenses. Courageous and Valiant became funeral pyres. Victory attempted to turn into the missiles, to offer less of a cross-section, and was rewarded for its efforts by sparing the stern. Only two lifeboats made it out. Styles could only guess what would happen to them.

"Sussex is reporting multiple hits," said an officer at Signals. "They're dead in the water, and the carrier deck is destroyed; they are attempting to abandon ship. Barrier is sunk."

"Transmit everything we have back to HQ," Styles said. "Maybe they can learn something from this debacle."

From his debacle. Styles had been eager for this assignment, even before his promotion. A glorious battle... Now he would be lucky if he survived the day. At least Yvonne was able to face her enemy before dying, he thought bitterly.

Explosions tore through the front of the Vale, fires spreading through the sections, roasting many damage control teams before they could react. A second series of explosions signaled the death of the Gauntlet.

"Damage report!" Styles listened as several reports came in; engines down, carrier deck destroyed, power failures, fires burning unchecked. "Very well; all hands abandon ship... what?" He watched as one Sea Lion was clipped by a CIWS station, sending it's trail up... toward the bridge.

Oh crap--

Losses
All ships destroyed.
Survivors: 160 naval personnel, 55 fighter planes.
Carrier group lost.

Questers

08-12-2007, 02:09

[OOC: :/ I didn't really precalculate, do you want me to reduce that number and you can adjust losses accordingly? Its no fun if you don't get to fight back :p]

Trivalvia

08-12-2007, 02:14

OOC: Nah. It's a hard lesson, but one I need. We'll just let my Admiral Everett search for a clean pair of shorts when he hears about this.

IC:

Battle of the Baltic

"No kills! Not even a hit!" van Hyaams slammed a fist down on the display table.

"I think it's safe to say we can't rely on the Harpoon missile anymore," the exec agreed.

van Hyaams ground his teeth. "Fine. The frigates and the Guardian class cruisers both have torpedo tubes; let's see if those battleships can withstand an attack from beneath."

"Aye aye sir." The exec barked out orders. "We should have a firing solution in--"

"Enemy launches detected!" The officer at tracking yelled out. "We're detecting intermittent high-speed contacts. Missiles, but we can't ID or count them."

"Brace for impact! Damage Control Teams to alert status!" van Hyaams turned to the exec. "Time to firing?"

"Stand by, sir."

Several plumes of fire erupted from ships along the battlegroup; the Phalanx destroyers were firing ESSMs at the approaching missiles, Reliant sending its own ESSMs to add to the barrage. Explosions lit the night as some of the ESSMs found their targets. Others missed entirely, losing their contacts and sinking into the water.

"Firing solution attained, sir."

"All ships; fire torpedoes."

The four Asher class frigates at the front of the formation were the first to fire... and the first to die. Two torpedoes issued from each frigate and sped towards the battleships the battlegroup had targetted before. Seconds after the torpedoes were let loose, the Goalkeeper CIWS systems aboard the Ashers flared into action. Each scored exactly one missile kill - three other missiles plowed into each Asher frigate, sending them to the bottom.

"Impact from enemy missiles in ten seconds..." The tracking officer was ashen.

The six Guardian cruisers also let loose their torpedoes; a total of twenty four torpedoes joining the eight already fired. Then their CIWS systems lit up in an attempt to destroy the missiles headed towards them. Only the Trafalger survived the onslaught - the other five Guardian ships joined the Ashers on their journey to the bottom. Crew began to pile into lifeboats as the ships sank beneath the waves. Trafalger herself was wounded; two missiles had ripped into the ship's forward section; it would no longer be able to fight, only to flee.

"Five seconds... three... two... one..."

As with the battle in the Atlantic, the Phalanx destroyers went into full action; CIWS and Sea-RAM stations firing. They were better matched than their ill-fated counterparts; Tridents were downed effectively. But the destroyers also took a beating; Phalanx and Rampart suffered serious damage, and Shield died from the impact of five missiles at once.

A missile detonated near the Carter. van Hyaams flew up a hand against the flash of light. The ship shuddered from a second impact. "Damage report!"

"Impact on the bow! We've lost control of forward VLS cells. Inner hull is breached, but we're not taking water. Damage control teams responding."

"Sir," the officer at Signals spoke up. "Resolute has been sunk."

van Hyaams felt his spirit break when he heard the news. Resolute had been Trivalvia's last battleship. "Fleet status?"

"Any ship that isn't sunk has been wounded," was the summary of the report.

van Hyaams nodded. The last hits had damaged the Carter's radar suite in addition to forward weapons; they would not know if their torpedoes had had an effect. "Take us out of here; we need to get to safe harbour. Tell the Soviets we've done all we can..."

Losses:

6 Asher-class frigates sunk
5 Guardian-class cruisers sunk
1 Phalanx-class destroyer sunk
Battleship Resolute sunk
Remaining ships damaged and retreating.

Questers

08-12-2007, 02:56

Ahead Fleet

"My God." Commodore Lamb looked over the radar information. "What a massacre." He gulped for a moment and realised that, although back home, the jingoists would cheer this as a glorious victory, it was nothing but a dirty slaughter. Pushing his small glasses up his nose slightly, he drew his hat from his head and held it to his chest.

Moments later, helicopters began flying off the helo pads of the quickly advancing destroyers, flagging themselves as neutrals. As they began to pick up survivors, they would ferry them back to the destroyers, then back to the logistics ships, then to be repatriated back to Trivalvia by civilian vessel. However, while Lamb's Ahead Fleet began search and rescue operations, the main fleet was planning an attack.

They had halted offensive operations, satisifed with the damage down, and was buckling down to receive whatever would be thrown at them. The damage done by the Sea Lions was reported back to Admiral Fairfax, and seeing it, began to order his cruisers to ready for firing and requested more RORSATs to come over, as the one they had been given had already passed over and would take a significant time for it to arrive again.

Naasha

08-12-2007, 12:43

Main Fleet

"More missiles incoming, sir!"

The radar technician glared at his screen as the missiles streaked through the lines of returning fighters, a few taken down by ambitious pilots using their Meteors and powerful onboard radars, but the majority of the contacts continued inbound, streaking toward the fleet. The tracks remained faint and intermittent as the missiles sea skimmed, until they surged skywards all of a sudden and became very, very visible.

"Lots of them!"

Admiral Nathaniel Green frowned at the hundreds of contacts beginning to diverge on the screen as they split off to attack different targets within the fleet. Drawn up as they were in a close defensive formation and running at speed toward the wreckage of the 2nd Carrier Group, they found themselves in as good a position to take the barrage as could have been hoped for.

"Hit them with everything we've got!"

The first missiles off the decks were Sea Wolf and Sea Sparrow SAM's, targeting the enemy weapons as they began their descent. The aging missiles performed well against their high altitude targets but their sheer lack of numbers meant that of the slightly fewer than eight hundred inbound contacts, only two hundred were intercepted.

As the missiles sped in closer the barrage of Sea Wolf and Sparrow missiles continued, supplemented now by the RIM-116 rolling airframe missiles, Sea RAM systems and Phalanx guns of the fleet. Hundreds more missiles were brought down by this blanket point defence but more snuck through, about one hundred making it through the net.

While the tight formation may have defended more succesfully against sea skimming missiles, the high angle weapons were able to penetrate the shield of escorts around the fleet and strike three carriers as well as sinking the Dauntless Class battleship NNS Retribution which spectacularly exploded when she took five missile hits simultaneously. The escorts were also decimated, of the one hundred and sixty present, half survived without taking hits while the rest were either sunk or damaged.

***

Meanwhile, the fuel gauges of the fighters pursuing the enemy first wave were beginning to dip to dangerous levels. The aircraft came about and began returning to their carriers, landing skilfully through the tightly packed defensive fleet. A total of two hundred and twenty five planes found themselves without carriers to land on, however, so these were rerouted south to Trivalvia.

Lieutenant Falkes gently eased down on the stick, allowing his F-36 to glide as efficiently as possible as he passed over the Trivalvian coastline. In the scramble to launch the fighters his aircraft had not received nearly enough fuel for the journey that they had made, only the fact that he had rid himself of all his missiles early in the engagement had kept enough fuel in the tank to get this far. Now his console flashed a warning as the needle on the fuel gauge dropped out of the red and to nil, he was out of fuel in the reserve tank too. Better find somewhere to get his fighter down, and soon.

"Trivalvia ATC, this is Bravo Leader of the Naashan Fleet Air Arm, I'm running on vapours and prayers up here, request vector to emergency field."

Summary
Losses:
3 Nimitz Class carriers, Majesty, Resistor and Valiance sunk.
4 Dauntless Class battleships Pride of Surdun, Retribution, Gorgon and White Sands sunk.
13 Ticonderoga Class cruisers sunk, 7 damaged.
30 Duke Class frigates sunk, 10 damaged.
8 Arleigh Burke Class destroyers sunk, 12 damaged.

225 fighters rerouted to land in Trivalvia

Vetaka

08-12-2007, 17:31

Vetakan Defence Force Naval Ship (VDFNS) Valiant, Flagship of the Fleet, Approaching the Nova Britannica Naval Exclusion Zone:

"Ma'am at our present course, speed and heading we will enter the exclusion Zone in 45 Minutes" spoke the Commodore

The Bridge/Operation Rooms massive HD Operations Screen was a massive pulsating map showing the Vetakan Fleets position in relation to the various landmasses and other fleets that where in the region. Admiral Contona was slumped in a chair her head deep within a Report from Vetakan Security and Intelligence Service she was so engrossed in the report on the current status of the Vetakan Embassy in the Red City that she failed to hear her Commodore/Operations Commander when he spoke to her. He took the unintentional ignore with respect and simply continued with his work however both he and the Admiral where brought back to their senses with the exclamation of the Bridges Sonar Operator whom was 1st Lieutenant Ricky Davenport:

"My God. Look at the Screen"

The Commodore spun on his chair in the direction of the Operations Screen, Admiral Contona looked up blinking both of them like the rest of crew had their eyes trained upon the HD Op's Screen which now showed the Questarian Fleet with thousands of red dotted lines streaking from their it as their deadly attack was broadcast live across the void of communication. The Operations Room fell silent as many simply stopped and gazed in an rather unnerving silence as they watched in horror as the red dotted lines made contact with the Trivalvia Fleet a few minutes of the silence past before the HD Screen refreshed itself showing the now sinking the Trivalvia the crew hung their heads in respect the Admiral a White Phoenix Tribeswomen stood her hands behind her back her face streamed a single tear the mark of ultimate respect on behalf of the tribe. She wiped the tear away and stepped forward breaking the silence her voice Commanding the Respect of her crew and her words oozing in experience:

"Tactical Alert, Defensive Formation, Fighters to maintain Defensive Umbrella, All Ships and HELO's on a swivel point for Submarines. Commodore inform the Emma Ferns Duckling 1 to prepare for Immediate casualties and Emergency Patient Inbounds. Have the Type 42 Destroyer VDFNS Tomboy to alter course to shadow Duckling 1. Inform Admiral Fairfax that the Hospital Ship is their should he require it for the Trivalvia Survivors if their are any. Continue on course and hold speed make a general announcement of out intent to enter the exclusion zone to pass through en-route to the World Soviet Party".

The Bridge, The Ship and much of fleet when to Tactical Alert across the vessel lights that initially been unlit turned to a slow pulsating orange signaling the fleet was to prepare for possible action. The Fleets Defensive Formation grew tighter the skies above them watched over by roaring FA-15 Cardinals and FA-16 Priests. The waters below them monitored by hawked eyed Anti Submarine Warfare HELO's and sharp hearing Sonar Operators. The Emma Ferns Class Hospital Ship VDFNS Duckling 1 roared into a hive of activity as men and women most of them part of Vetakan Defence Force Medical. Aboard the Flagship fast paced Communications Officers sent out messages 1 of them on the usual Military Frequencies the other on the new Diplomatic Channel that re-routed the message through the Vetakan Foreign Office giving the impression of a Diplomatic Message as opposed to a Military one:

ENCRYPTED BURST MILITARY MESSAGE:

FROM: VETAKAN DEFENCE FORCE MILITARY SHIP VALIANT
TO: ADMIRAL FAIRFAX, QUESTARIAN TASKFORCE TO NOVA EUROPA

WITNESSED ASSUALT ON TRIVALVIA CARRIER FLEET STOP WE ARE HOSPITAL SHIP CAPABLE STOP WE WOULD BE HAPPY TO ASSUME CARE OF THE SURVIOURS AND TRANSPORT THEM TO YOU DESIGNATED HOLDING LOCATION SO AS NOT TO IMPACT UPON YOUR FLEET FULL STOP

Official Free Dominion of Vetaka Diplomatic Message:

To: All Governments, All Commands whom currently have Assets within Nova Europa
From: Vetakan Office of Foreign Affairs, Vetakan Defence Force High Command, Office of the President

Subject: Vetakan Fleet approaching Nova Britannica Exclusion Zone

As many of you are now well aware the Vetakan Dominion compelled by current events within the Nova Europa has deployed a Naval Fleet to the area with the intent to evacuate Vetakan and Allied Diplomatic Personal from subsequent Embassies and evacuate Vetakan and Allied Civilians trapped within the Region. We have identified that the majority of such civilians are currently located within The World Soviet Party and Wanderjar as a result Vetaka seeks permission to cross the exclusion zone in order to reach these locations.

We mean no nation or fleet any harm and will abide by all restrictions put upon us.

Yours

Dr Perry Cox

Vice President of the Free Dominion of Vetaka

Trivalvia

08-12-2007, 21:02

Vale AFB

The duty commander in the Air Control Tower was busy coordinating the approach patterns of several fighter planes when the Naashan call came in:

"...is Bravo Leader of the Naashan Fleet Air Arm, I'm running on vapours and prayers up here, request vector to emergency field."

"Put me through to that fighter," the duty commander told her subordinates. "Bravo Leader, Naashan Air Arm, this is Vale Air Force Base Air Traffic Control. We copy your situation, stand by for flight instructions." She cut the outgoing transmission and turned to an aide. "What's our runway status?"

"Poor. We're still accepting fighters from the Atlantic Carrier Group." The aide typed in queries. "I can free up two runways; some of our fighters have enough fuel to reroute to Bivalve Island."

The duty commander watched as information appeared on her screen as well. She reopened the line. "Bravo Leader, this is Vale ATC. Adjust heading to 179 north and proceed to Runway 5. If you have other fighters needing landing, they can follow you in or proceed to Runway 8." She gave vector information for both runways, then added: "Be advised we can only support an additional thirty-five aircraft; suggest planes with sufficient fuel proceed to Bivalve Northwest AFB on heading 122."

Doomingsland

09-12-2007, 01:29

Nova Britannia

The massive multistatic Over-the-Horizon RADAR arrays in Scotland began picking up the approach of the enemy B-2 bombers long before they got into missile range. They did not, of course, have firing solutions due to the very nature of OTH RADAR: it was fully capable of detecting most kinds of stealthy aircraft from great ranges due to its operating principles (bouncing RADAR waves off of the Earth's atmosphere down on top of its targets, rendering stealthy features relatively useless), but the drawback to this was its lack of targetting ability due to horrendous resolution (objects are detected to within tens of kilometers due to beamwidth). OTH by itself did not make an air defense grid; it required other systems to track and target the bombers.

The arrays found in Scotland were capable of ranges exceeding one thousand miles. As a result, the Doomani knew the bombers were coming for quite some time. By the time the bombers came within five hundred miles of their targets, which, due to the subsonic speed of the B-2, would have been quite some time after their detection, the airspace in their path would be crawling with stealthy Atratus air superiority fighters. Naturally, due to the stealthy nature of the B-2, the fighters would have a difficult time in getting a firing solution for their medium range missiles. AWACS aircraft aided in vectoring the fighters to the bomber formations.

The fighters would proceed to engage the bombers, who lacked their own AWACS coverage and would as a result not see the fighters coming, who would utilize infrared imaging to visually pick out the bombers and proceed to engage them with short range ATAIM-8 air-to-air missiles and their own 23mm D/ACU.230 gast guns, making sure to blow apart every single individual bomber in the most personal way possible. ACI-20 Bovis tilt-rotor transports containing dozens of EQV Legionaries and several CMPL utility vehicles had been scrambled for the purpose of hunting down and capturing the Naashan pilots as well as securing the crash sights of their bombers.

The fighters had been ordered to track enemy aircrews after they had shot down their target in order to locate the area they touched down in, and to watch them for as long as possible to ensure that the air mobile troops would be able to take the downed crews as quickly as humanly possible and proceed to ship them off to a prefabricated detention facility (which was, in fact, a converted castle) in Doomani-occupied Scotland for interrogation and for a propaganda film shoot.

Meanwhile, Imperial forces continued to make headway in their push southward. Three distinct armies were currently involved in the push, one heading towards Wales under D. Cornelius Bestia, another spearheading the push southwards into England under P. Cassius Cilo, and the third mopping up behind the other two under P. Marius Galeo. A total of two-hundred forty thousand Imperial soldiers were involved in this southward push, which was instructed to halt and establish positions eighty miles from known NEA forces, while the forward deployed scout forces would continue to probe NEA lines. Whether or not the NEA would attempt to halt the Doomani before they reached their eighty mile checkpoint was not known at the time; one thing was for certain, however: this was going to result in a good deal of bloodshed.

Trivalvia

09-12-2007, 20:39

Secret IC:
Trivalvian Federal Legislature, Cabinet meeting,
One day after destruction of naval forces.

MacKenzie looked around at the faces gathered in the conference room, noting every grim expression. Defense Minister Julia LeBlanc still looked shell-shocked from the news of the destruction of both the Atlantic Carrier Group and the North Sea Battlegroup. Behind her stood General Wellington and Admiral Everett, both unreadable.

"I'm not going to place blame or ask for resignations," MacKenzie began. "And if people are considering resigning, I will ask that you refrain until this meeting is over, and decide then. The fact is what's done is done, and finger-pointing will not solve the mess we're in.

"What I do want is some thinking on how to solve the problems we now face, and some viable solutions proposed by the time this meeting is done. Clear?" He looked around the table again, and noted the occasional nods.

"Okay, then." MacKenzie turned to LeBlanc and Everett. "I think it goes without saying that deploying our naval forces was a poor move. We tried to make a point and we failed to do that. Where does this leave us, navy-wise?"

Everett answered. "Simply put, sir, we've lost the oceans. Over half of our navy was sunk in the engagements. We still have a few ships from the North Sea battlegroup, but they will need extensive work before they're combat-ready again. Because of the growing Novacom blockade, we don't dare risk bringing them back to home port."

LeBlanc added, "I'm in the process of securing space at any Soviet harbours or bases that can take them. But the Soviets will likely have their hands full with their own ships."

"At least we can send parts and engineers over by land without any major military issues," MacKenzie noted. "What about the ships that we still have in our home waters?"

"Insufficient," Everett replied. "We have only a few of the older Guardian class cruisers and maybe ten Asher class frigates. There are two aircraft carriers and two Phalanx class destroyers undergoing final refits, but that's not enough to withstand a large-scale assault."

Everett directed their attention to a map of Trivalvia in the center of the table. "We won't even have enough ships to defend supply lines to our outermost territories. The Quadrivalve Archipelago is perhaps the easiest territory for an enemy to isolate and attack; Novacom could concievably extend their blockade to cover it and the most we can do is swear at them."

Wellington added, "Our saving graces are that we're already in the process of moving reserve forces to the Archipelago. I'm attempting to get at least two brigade groups dug in on each island before Novacom wises up to our weakness and cuts off supply. If they attack, our forces should be able to delay them for weeks.

"Air and ground forces at Isle d'Monovalve and Bivalve Island are also being reinforced by forces from the mainland. I'm diverting an additional five brigade groups from our reserves in GROUNDCOM-C and GROUNDCOM-W to the islands; we'll be able to replace those reserves with the recruits we're training now on the mainland."

"In addition, there are Naashan survivor forces and Siriusan naval and air forces outside the blockade; they can probably break the blockade in a few spots, and at least make any invasion attempt difficult," Everett finished.

MacKenzie asked, "How long before we can get our navy back up to a point where we can defend our own waters effectively?"

"Two years if we concentrate on pumping out frigates and destroyers. Longer if we want anything heavier. We'll have an additional ten frigates in six months, but we're going to need to redesign them and that will add time until they're ready. Basically, we'll need to develop a new missile to replace the Harpoon; it's useless in modern combat."

LeBlanc said, "I'm recommending we divert twenty-five billion in our current defense budget to a crash research program in new missiles. Based on Everett's recommendation, we'll need new missiles for anti-shipping, anti-air, and anti-tank purposes." She paused. "If the Harpoon is outmoded, heaven knows what other weapons we have will be useless in combat.

"I also recommend developing some form of stealth corvettes; the Defense Ministry has a few designs that need to be prototyped; perhaps an additional hundred billion for the work."

"Time until we can see results?"

"Perhaps two months for the first missile prototypes, four for the corvette."

"And that's in addition to the Mongoose LAV and Raptor medium tank programs," Wellington added. "Those are on target but we won't see combat testing from them until the middle of next year. Put bluntly, sir, we need more time."

MacKenzie nodded, then turned to Robert Norris, freshly returned from the Derscon conference. "What about the political front, Norris? Is there anything we can do there that can help matters?"

"Not a lot, sir," Norris said. "Basically, without any real power to back up our policy, we won't have much effect on the opinions of nations like Doomingsland or Allanea. We can't trust any offer from TPF, and both Novacom and AutoMagFreek are enigmas.

"The only crack in the enemy alliance is Questers; what information we have suggests their involvement is mostly politically motivated with little popular support. I don't think they will push any further than they have to. Perhaps a meeting between Questers and select NEA diplomats might help keep their involvement small, or even gain us a sympathetic ear."

One other minister - Saxon, the Minister for the Interior - spoke up. "That might go over well with the public; a sign we're still willing to negotiate. They're not taking the news of our defeats well."

"That might also show weakness, though," another minister said.

"I think it's safe to say that the only people who don't know we're weak are the hawks," Wellington snapped. "No offense."

"Your points are noted, everyone," MacKenzie said. "Norris, sound out our allies on a diplomatic mission to Questeria; see if there's enough support to attempt it. In the meantime; would I be correct in saying that our current military policy should be defensive?"

"Yes sir," Wellington replied. "We can't send forces to support the NEA in Nova Britannia, and if we are invaded, we won't be able to support the Soviets. Instead, we may have to ask them for help."

"Do you think we will need their help?"

"Not for the immediate future; I'd say wait to see if an invasion occurs and how it's shaping up, and call for help if it looks like we can't hold our own. I'd say that a successful enemy capture of Isle d'Monovalve might be a good test; if we can't hold that island, the rest of our forces will probably not do so well."

MacKenzie nodded. "Very well. Trivalvia will adopt a defensive position for as long as necessary; if we can still provide some support in the terms of supplies for our allies I recommend we do so, but until our forces are ready, we won't be sending any more troops out of the country... beyond what few forces we already have stationed in TWSP."

SaintB

10-12-2007, 03:53

The PeoplesFreedom

10-12-2007, 18:58

Cyber Cafe, The Peoples Freedom
While it appeared from the outside that everything was going smoothly in TPF, the reality was that the war was a bandaid on a gaping wound caused by decades of environmental and societal destruction. Resources were becoming increasingly scarce, day by day, so much so that nearly everything was being rationed, including water. Corporations were becoming even more powerful, offering above-ration offers for insane prices. At the same, the entertainment that had covered up these facts was in a dire situation. The destruction of the orbitals had made sure that television sets an the majority of the nations internet was down, and these two things completely dominated society.

Aio Kristoph owned a internet cafe down at Lo street, a popular strip known for its bars and cafes. Kristoph had made more money the past week than in the entire last three months, due to the fact that he had one of the few working internet places in the entire city. He used fiber optic cables for internet use, not the orbitals that dominated other cafes and personal computers, and even the corporations, whom were now using insanely expensive internet througe people who had fiber-optic connections. In fact, one corporation was paying Aio nearly five thousand Reichsmarks a day jut for email services. Even his light-speed network had slowed down do to bandwithd levels, but despite that people still were gladly paying. Some had even found old dial-up jacks and were hacking the network to use those.

After consuming a carefully rationed meal of soup and bread and a soda, Aio met with several men in his office. They wore the distinctive garbs of the Rose Society, pistols clearly shown and several men had D-83/M-25 slung over their backs. Aio had become an important contact for them in recent days, he was really only one of the few places in the city with internet, and because of this he had been robbed, and the Rose Society provided protection . The police were much to busy quelling food riots and chasing down the criminal gangs that had surfaced, over a 2,000 percent increase. The men rarely talked to him, instead they used the private Eagle computer in his office to send various emails. Aio screamed in some horror as he heard crash in his front widow. The Rose Society members unslung and unholestered their weapons when Aio started to smell smoke.

The front of the shop was now burning, a dozen molotov cocktails had been tossed into his shop, they were now burning several computers, and his customers were screaming and panicking and trying to run.
" Goddamn food rioters." Said one of the members of the Rose.
It was now clear that hundreds of people, screaming and snarling, were running and hooting down the street, Aio exited his shop out of the rear, grabbing his precious Eagle. " If y'all protect me, I have fiber-optic at my home as well. It was faster than orbital." They ran to his sports car, bought in the last three days, though he could barely use it to do the fuel rations. Several loud cracks filled the air around him, bullets smashed into his Nion Silver Edition car, the Rose Society members responded with dozens of shots, felling a man and causing the other to run in fear.

The food rioters had now converged on Blue Square, a large plaza where the court houses and city hall lay. There were at least a couple thousands there, they were looting the fine jewelry and other shops, and were tearing down statues of great men. Hundreds of police clad in black riot gear were protecting the area, preparing to move in on the rioters. Several helicopters flew overhead.

An hour later the police moved in, armored vehicles with high-pressure water cannons smashed into the rioters, while police fired tear gas canisters and rubber bullets into them. Only some ran, other dodged the cannons and covered there eyes and faces with rags or masks or civilian gas masks. The police continued to move in, and as they closed in they smashed the rioters with steel riot batons, red blood covered the plaza. Smashed skulls oozed gray matter mixed with blood, and the disgusting sounds of breaking bones penetrated all other noise. The sight of this infuriated the rioters, and many of them had brought pistols and even some pipe bombs, and they responded by firing upon the police.

Several minutes later there was a full-blown firefight in Blue Square, police with pistols and submachine guns fired into the blob of rioters, while Crisis teams moved in with machine guns and assault rifles. VAV armored cars fired their large twenty millimeter rounds into the rioters. The marble and engraved stone walls, were cracked, dented, and chipped by bullets pinging off the solid surfaces. Fountains were leaking water from the holes that the high-caliber rounds had punched into them. However it seems that even more protesters were joining the fight, bringing their own rifles and weapons from home.

It forced the government to deploy two Airborne regiments to the area, but they would not arrive for a day, and as the night came into effect the muzzle flashes and sounds of gunfire defined what should have been a peaceful night.

The situation, as it were, was becoming increasingly dire.

Errikland

11-12-2007, 00:15

To: All Involved in Current Nova Europan War
From: The Errikan Empire

Brutality and suffering are parts of war, parts of life; they often play important roles in the way of things, which should not be denied. However, that is not to say that those with the means should never attempt to limit the effects of this brutality, to alleviate the suffering. As such, the Errikan Empire, whose territory, Nordenland, lays at the geographic center of the conflict, is now willing to temporarily take in refugees and wounded, and to give out large supplies of foodstuffs, medical supplies, and other such civilian supplies that might do so at abbreviated prices and on an extended line of credit. We will not be so distributing weapons, munitions, and other supplies of war, but will offer our services to all sides, barring future retractions based upon their behavior.

Novacom

11-12-2007, 02:01

To return to the battlefield, oh it has been so long, for fifteen years the bridge of naval vessel has been my home, and for fifteen years have I known war, now once more, war, that enigmatic lady beckons, the preparations have been exhaustive, and so now my role in this conflict truly begins.

The rustle of activity upon that great expanse, the muted conversation arising anew from the crew pits, the now familiar sounds of the crew at their terminals, how long have I known it now, for far too long have I missed this place, yet it has changed, this is not the Kenzal, this is the Hytvigriat, a worthy ship in it’s own right, but I miss the old maiden, and young as this ship is, it has served me well thus far, but that is but not the only change, just yesterday a shipment of the new fighter, the Quentak I believe they called it arrived, ah such a beauty, sleek and sharp, and noble in it’s own right, and oh so different from the animalistic nature of the Tokon, I recognise in it the lines of our allies fighters, it is almost reassuring, hmm perhaps, perhaps.

My Ajutant, the young Vitergar, or as the outsiders would know it, Colonel, Menkar Kinisitieir, seems more ill at ease than usual, not surprising, less than an hour ago we had been briefed by Mutterama, the Itzerican, on Operation Phoenix Fire, the Invasion of Trivalvia, which will commence before the end of the week, some elements are inspired, but others, we both had agreed on, depended a bit too much for my taste, on the hope that the NEA would dance to the Itzerican’s tune, such to the effect that large formations were being held back in reserve, indeed the reserve outnumbered the primary attack by a magnitude, nevertheless if it worked it would be most lethal.

I don’t like fighting wars you know, the loss of life is tragic, war is a failure, yet a necessary one, for if we do not fight now, we condemn ourselves to suffering and uncertainty, as do we our children and their descendants, as well as the peoples that the war would be waged upon, war is a necessity, for it keeps us vigilant, for any society that exists without conflict shall ultimately descend into decadence and decay, our own conflict for centuries upon centuries, was to forever remain vigilant, and a conflict of principle, it is through intellectual conflict, upon the freedom of idea, that has allowed our civilisation to stand for so long, outsiders call us enigmatic to the point of alien, mystics out of touch with reality, yet how quick are they to change that tune when at the wrong end of a Zonzovel’s main gun.

We had some of those arrive as well, put into storage for the moment, I have a Naval Engagement to deal with soon enough, the Naashans and the Siriusans approach, and soon the night shall fall as confusion sets in, but I am the light, and so are my people, we shall cut through the confusion and we shall penetrate the barrier, they don’t expect our attack, and that shall be their downfall, soon, we shall fight.

I rise and stand like a statue as I begin giving out the orders, the deck shifts slightly beneath my fleet as the ships begin moving, to the drumbeat of war, as the air wings begin to fill the skies, and the crescendo as the guns thunder and roar, the missiles are unleashed and then weapons fire, the war has truly begun, and the Naashans and Siriusans shall pay for their arrogance.

Naasha

11-12-2007, 19:38

[OOC: This occurs before Novacom's blockade force arrives, the missile strikes will land just in time to disrupt the initial deployment I should think.]

"...copy that Vale ATC, Bravo flight is inbound for landing."

Across Trivalvia's northern airbases, Naashan F-36's and F-40's were swarming in to land, the last NEA assets to get into the country from the north before the enemy blockade finally found its way into place. 225 in total were scattered across northern Trivalvia, positioned in squadrons where possible and more than ready to strike back at any foe who violated NEA airspace.

***

Picked out by the Doomani OTH RADAR long before they got into range, it was clear to the Naashan aircrews that this was going to be a suicide mission if it continued. The enemy could scramble as many CAP fighters as they wished to intercept the attack but they would not find their targets, who had been spooked into turning away by the incessant blips on their RWR systems long before.

Instead they turned south, the flight would be guided to the easternmost ships of the Novacom blockade by naval AWACS and fleet intelligence. There they would hopefully delay the enemy from pursuing the battered Naashan fleet, by virtue of their 864 AGM-158 JASSM cruise missiles which were being re-targeted in flight.

***

While the third wave of bombers had been rerouted and only now began to approach the enemy shipping, the 30 EB-180 Stargazers of the second wave were just entering into range, unloading their own 540 missiles into the enemy shipping as it steamed south toward Trivalvia. The long range of the missiles combined with the stealth of the bombers and relative proximity to NEA airspace ought to limit the enemy response, although it seemed the Axis were pulling out all the stops in order to crush the NEA forces before they had time to strike.

***

With the rest of the fighters either landed or landing and a brief lull in the Questarian missile barrage apparent, now seemed like a good time to pull back into safer waters. The fleet could not allow itself to become trapped and obliterated, Admiral Green justified to himself as he ordered the surviving shipping to turn northeast at the best speed they could manage and make for Soviet waters.

Below the water, the 24 Seawolf attack submarines that had travelled with the fleet now remained behind. They would loiter with the wreckage of the carrier groups for a while to deter any enemy ships from attempting to salvage Naashan assets before heading north toward the southern coast of Nova Britannia. Here they would remain, spread out in pairs until the Novacom blockade force was properly deployed. From there they would be in a perfect position to disrupt enemy lines of supply from Nova Ireland to their ships.

***

In TWSP meanwhile, the 1st Army Group was preparing for transit once again now that the threat of invasion here looked less likely. The 70,000 men and vehicles would be travelling into Trivalvia once more, dispersing to ensure they would not suffer such catastrophic losses as the 2nd should they come under missile attack. The soldiers here would be vital in providing a second line of defense should the enemy land succesfully on the Trivalvian coast, mechanised and fast-moving divisions were dispersed around northern Trivalvia, particularly in the northwest where they would blunt the enemy spearhead, while the bulk of the force would move up for the counterattack that would throw the invaders back into the sea.

***

Leading elements of the Naashan forces in Nova Britannia would be the first to encounter the roving Doomani scouts, the light APC's and scout vehicles of the marines ordered to fall back and avoid engaging the enemy until a stiffer defence could be mustered. The main force, what was left of it anyway, would take up defensive positions stretching from those of SaintB in the east to Ezaltia in Nova Wales, presenting a united front across the country.

Tanks, APC's and other armoured vehicles were dug in and camouflaged wherever possible, covered in netting and layers of plant material to disperse the telltale heat signatures of the vehicles in the sun. Behind and above these lines, recon and communications were being handled by Watchkeeper UAV's which were based with Apache Longbow and Super Cobra attack helicopters in hastily prepared field bases south of the main defences.

The Silver Sky

11-12-2007, 21:54

Northern Nova Ireland, Skyian Airbase
Early Morning, 1st Nova European Fast Bomber Squadron

The whiny roar of monstrous jet engines pierced the morning sky on the secluded, yet crowded airbase. The yells of the ground crews could barely be heard above the din as pilots started their preflight checks.

The mission was a simple one, two B-5 Sonics, escorted by twenty four F/A-84As, would carry eighteen sonar bouys each into towards the stretch of water directly between southwest tip of Nova Ireland all the way to just off the coast of Trivalvia, the plan was part of the foundation of the next operation.

Sonar Bouys would be laid to prevent any NEA submarines from moving undetected and harassing the convoys of Novan and Skyian supply ships and troop ships, while helping to facilitate the Skyian submarines job of hunting down any intervening submarines.

Squadron Commander Paul Revere engaged the throttle as he and his co-pilot began to guide the beast of a plane down the tarmac.

"Hey Paul, how about we put on some music?" asked his co-pilot. "Sure." He responded as they threw the throttle full open and accelerated down the runway. "Here is All Together Now (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mz-6Ta_b6YI) then." said his co-pilot.

The first few haunting notes of the song began to play through their headsets as the plane lifted off the ground. The song seemed to captivate them as they looked out the window to east and the rising sun. The sun illuminated the sky like nothing else could, every shade of orange, red and yellow was present in a gigantic ribbon that seemed to mark the boundry between the earth and heaven.

"It's like the world is on fire..." Said Revere as his co-pilot nodded, and for a moment they experience the pure feeling of nirvana, they never seen such a beautiful sun rise, and as they eased back on the throttle, leveled out the plane and turned towards the southwest, they forgot, for a moment, that they were at war.

Trivalvia

12-12-2007, 16:28

Trivalvian Air Patrol Flight Echo One Seven, 330 km northwest of Quadrivalve Island

Captain Peter Keyes led his flight over one of the smaller islands in the Archipelago, watching the sky when the radio crackled. "Echo One Seven, this is Vale AFB. Over."

"Copy, Vale, this is Echo One Seven Lead. Over."

"Echo One Seven, proceed on course 293, that is two-nine-three. Listening Posts QI-8 and QI-9 report suspicious air activity on a south-bound heading in their sectors. Close and investigate. Over."

"Roger, Vale. Echo One Seven will adjust to course two-nine-three, investigate unidentified contacts between Listening Posts QI-8 and QI-9. Over and Out."

Huh. Some activity at last. Keyes relayed his orders to the other pilots in his flight and within moments they were flying on the new heading.

A few minutes and they saw what had spooked the listening posts. Keyes activated his radio. "Vale AFB, this is Echo One Seven. We are detecting twenty sx, that is two-six, aircraft on a southbound vector. I estimate twenty four fighters and two larger planes, perhaps bombers. No ID signals, looks like they're running silent. Request permission to challenge, over."

"Permission granted. We are contacting other flights to assist. Good luck. Over and out."

Keyes nodded, then opened up a public channel. "Attention unidentified aircraft, this is Trivalvian Air Force Flight Echo One Seven. You are in violation of our airspace. Identify yourselves immediately. Over."

Naasha

12-12-2007, 20:33

NS-53 'Viktor', Sea Wolf SSN, Nova Atlantic

The splash of a sonar bouy entering the water was easily missed by the sonar operator aboard the Naashan submarine patrolling the westernmost reaches of the deployment area. What was not missed, by the computer at least, was the faint ping of an active sonar from the surface a good distance away. Quick calculations by a bigger, more senior computer determined that the lack of other noises suggested that the ping came from a sonar bouy and that the distance between the bouy and the submarine meant that they would not have been detected yet.

This information was relayed to the watch officer, who relayed it to the captain. The course of action required was clear, alert the other submarines in the operating area of the threat, observe the bouy from a distance to determine the time between the pings and then take an opportunity to remove the irritating obstacle once one presented itself. This occured three hours later when the sonar officer was completely confident of the pattern of sonar emissions from the bouy, a torpedo utilised to break the cordon deployed by the Skyians.

Once this was complete and the hole in the cordon carefully plotted on the chart, the submarine lead the three others of its attack group north toward Nova Ireland, where they would mine the direct routes to Trivalvia. Another attack group of submarines would utilise the gap in the enemy sonar to head west into the Atlantic proper and harass the supply ships of the enemy that came that way, surely they couldn't deploy everything they needed for an invasion in the first wave of forces that had arrived thus far.

The remainder would operate on either side of the cordon of bouys, sweeping for enemy convoys and supply vessels while carefully avoiding straying south into the areas where Novacom intended to blockade. They would all be running as stealthily as possible, deep and slow, listening for the telltale swishing of propellor blades or the ping of active sonar.

The Silver Sky

13-12-2007, 23:25

OOC: For future reference, the F/A-84 stats are here (http://z14.invisionfree.com/TSSTechCentral/index.php?showtopic=198), it has the same, if not greater stealth then the F-22. I will respond to Naasha later today after work.

First Nova European Fast Bomber Squadron

The bombers had come in low over the water a slow speeds during their sonar drop run, so as the last bouy fell from the planes they pulled up and began to make the turn home, however, their turn brought them through Trivalvian airspace, the three flights fighters stayed behind to cover the bombers as they lit up and accelerated to mach 4 back home.

First Nova European Fighter Taskforce
Omega Leader

"We have a location on some of their EW radar," Said Omega Leader over the radio to the AWACs on station as his passive radar honed in on the enemy radar transmissions, "and it looks like we have fast movers coming in, intentions unknown, wait, they're broadcasting a message."

"Attention unidentified aircraft, this is Trivalvian Air Force Flight Echo One Seven. You are in violation of our airspace. Identify yourselves immediately. Over."

"Roger that Omega Lead, let them be, come home, your mission is done." Were the orders handed down from the AWACs, the planes lit their engines and headed home at max speed.

1st through 4th Wolf Packs
Jörmungandr-Class Nuclear Attack Submarine (SSN)

The Jörmungandrs were queens of the deep, their massive black bodies glided through the water slowly, they were on a mission, during their last surfacing, over an hour ago, they were told that one of the bouys deployed by the bombers earlier had been taken out soon after it started it's pings, meaning that enemy submarines were in the area, as the torpedo had come from too far for the bouys to be detected from the air or surface and it had a much longer range then airdropped torpedoes.

This gave Admiral Sutherland the impression that there would be submarines taking advantage of this hole to break out in the Atlantic. The 1st through 4th Wolf Packs, five submarines each, were to sweep the area, two above the thermocline, and two below, using only passive sonar the operators listened carefully for the sound of screws as their contra-rotating shrouded propuslors pushed them along silently.

For now these submarines were the only forces snooping around, but a destroyer task force was pushing slowly south with ASW equippment and helicopters equipped with dipping sonars capable of reaching below the thermocline.

Questers

15-12-2007, 00:51

West Nova Britannia

The Questarian fleet, having slowed down to meet the Naashan and Trivalvian ships, quickly accellerated to its fastest possible speed and pushed through the waves to get closer to Cornwall to begin landing troops to support the Doomani advance. As the Nova European fleets fell back, the Questarian task force moved in hot on their heels. The landing needed to be in visual sight of the Cornish beaches, so the Questarian fleet turned Northeast; after the landings it would split off, with one group defending the landing area and three others moving out to attack Nova European assets.

With another two RORSATs providing brief information as to the path of the Naashan fleet, the Questarians began their followup attack. Six hundred SS-N-45 missiles went streaming across the ocean floor, followed up by a secondary attack from seven hundred kilometres by two hundred AS-68 missiles. Ever wary of landbased strikes, the Questarian fleet kept up its widespread surface to air umbrella, but, although anti sub helicopters and aircraft were in the air, subsurface defences were somewhat less prepared...

Trivalvia

15-12-2007, 01:16

Vale AFB, Central Tracking Room:

Major Hood watched the map showing the area around the collected islands of the Quadrivalve Archipelago. He watched the series of dots that represented the intruders as they turned and began to retreat north.

"Vale AFB, this is Echo One Seven. The unknowns are running, no response to verbal challenge. Orders?"

"Sir?" The lieutenant currently on duty at flight operations looked to Major Hood.

"Do not pursue; the unknowns will take our fighters right over the Novan blockade line."

"Yes, sir... Echo One Seven, this is Vale AFB. Break contact and return to standard patrol pattern. Flights Tau Zero Three, Gamma Zero Nine, cancel intercept order and return to standard patrol pattern..."

Hood turned back to the map. It didn't make sense; the unknowns had twenty four fighters compared to the five F-18s that challenged them. The lack of a verbal response told him that they were likely hostile, but they left without any force needed.

And if you wanted to probe an enemy's defenses, twenty four fighters was a little excessive.

The console buzzed, and Hood touched a control; "This is Hood... Yes, Major General, the unknowns have just left our airspace. We've had to track them optically, they left little or no radar signature; most likely stealth fighters... I'm forwarding the fighter profiles our interceptors captured now... Yes sir. We'll be ready if they try again... Thank you sir."

So if it wasn't a simple probing, and not a spy flight - there was nothing on that particular island of strategic value beyond two listening posts - what was the purpose?

Hood brought up the images forwarded from Echo One Seven again, this time concentrating on the two larger planes the fighters had been escorting. Those had to be bombers...

"Lieutenant, contact the Coast Guard off of St. John Island, and get them to send a cutter to the area those fighters were flying over. I suspect our intruders left a calling card..."

OOC: St. John Island is the island your fighters were poking around, TSS. Are your sonar bouys booby-trapped in any way?

Automagfreek

17-12-2007, 19:35

At long last, the journey towards Nova Europa was nearly complete for the Freekish armada. Alerick's initial detachment of ships were slowed at sea under a direct order from the Supreme Warlord to include the heavy gunship support that would allow the Sentinels to drive ashore with greater ease. This decision upset the Deathklaat, who had been baying for blood and yeared to get his boots on Europan soil as soon as possible.

However sufficient time had passed and the two task forces became one several hundred miles from Europan waters, and as they approached the embattled region they began to take up battle formations. Submarines that would act as one of the first lines of defense for Alerick's ships took up a wide formation far from the outermost escorts and began intensifying their scans of the deep, while the ever vigilant pilots of the large Freekish air wings scowered the skies for and airborne threat, missile or otherwise. Upon studying the conflict as it progressed, it was acknowledged that certain levels of orbital space would be unavailable or dangerous for spy satellites, though the Freeks would remedy this by scanning the earth below from a higher orbit.

The Doomani and Questarian forces in the area were alerted to the position and intended course of Alerick's forces, and requests to actively share data between all combat forces were sent forth. Friendly units in the region were alerted that the first stop for the Freeks would be Nova Iceland, to claim it as a colony of their own. While intel on the locations and numbers of enemy forces in the immediate area was still being compiled, Alerick prepared to defend himself if the conquest of Iceland proved more difficult than anticipated. Stratosfighter 1-E's and AWACS prepared to direct the Freekish aerial campaign from a safe distance, while combat ready planes such as the Stratosfighter II's and Sea Scorpions flew in formation at assorted altitudes with their radar off.

Task Force Alerick transmitting on all designated frequencies to Questarian and Doomani forces. We are northwest of your position and heading at southeast towards Nova Iceland. Confirm Task Force Alerick, over.

As both Doomani and Questarian commanders were hailed, Sentinels from the 182nd Division prepared to pounce upon their chosen target with great ferocity. As they moved from their transport ships into their armed landing craft, the main body of Alerick's fleet began to slip into Nova European regional waters. A dark shadow was beginning to form in the west, and as the Freeks closed in they hoisted their colors high into the frigid air, signaling to anyone with a visual that the force of Hell itself had arrived.

Trivalvia

18-12-2007, 01:50

West of St. John Island.

Cutter CG-126 had been searching the waters for a full sixteen hours before they found the first bouy.

The lieutenant commanding the cutter frowned as he saw the bouy in question. "That's it? I was expecting something larger."

"It" was a suitcase-sized bouy bobbing on the waves. Two seamen rowed to it in an inflatable boat and brought it on board, where it went below for examination.

"I don't think that's all of it," said one crewmember to the lieutenant while they waited for the techs to finish their examination. "We've been picking up sonar pings from somewhere below. Our equipment's not military-grade, of course..."

"Of course," the lieutenant said, frowning. If their fleet hadn't gotten sunk a few days before, it would have been a group of frigates doing this search rather than a bunch of cutters designed more for dealing with pirates and smugglers.

Still, it wasn't like they could just ignore the orders that sent them out here, far beyond their normal operating range. The lieutenant read the papers and weblogs; you had to be an idiot of the highest calibre not to sense the way the wind was blowing...

A muffled explosion cut the lieutenant's thought short. Smoke poured from belowdecks, as one technician, his arm bloodied, stumbled out. "D'mn thing blew up in our faces..." he said before passing out.

The lieutenant checked his wounds, and applied a tournquiet to the arm while two crewmen carrying extinguishers went belowdecks to deal with the fire. Cursing, the lieutenant said to a third crewman, "Contact the other cutters and let them know those bouys are rigged. I suggest using them for target practice."

The PeoplesFreedom

25-12-2007, 07:26

Errikan Strait
With the launch of the enemy torpedoes, the armada had very little time to react. Given that much of the frigate and destroyers had already been sunk, there was also not many of them to protect the screen from the brunt of the assault. As the torpedoes sped towards the fleet, the ships quickly fired off the one weapon they had against torpedoes: their own supercativating torpedoes launched from VLS tubes or the older quad-packs or "matchbox" launchers. Even though the torpedoes were able to neutralize around half of the incoming salvo, that meant that there were still over sixty torpedoes that smashed into the screen. Six frigates took direct hits, ensuring that they were sunk within minutes, while a Freedom-class Command Battleship took no less than fourteen hits before sinking, saving a group of air-defense ships. Other Hammerhead torpedoes were able to sink two full fleet carriers and severely damage three battleships and a cruiser.

Sixth Armada was quick to fire back at the enemy submarines. ARSOC rockets fired at the last known positions, while at the same time ASW helicopters that had been flying attempted to sink the enemy with sonar and acoustic homing torpedoes. Finally, Swordfish attack submarines moved in to search and destroy the last submarines.

The Soviet fleet itself had been crippled by this time, and the Nashaan fleet had withdrawn, leaving a still large, but broken force of enemy naval ships. By this time, the next wave of Sariel bombers had arrived, and another naval strike group were fueled and armed. Sixth Armada still had a large amount of heavy anti-shipping missiles as well. The wave of Sariels were ordered to crippled the Ezlitan fleet, they would fire a mixture of both Seaburn and MLSS-400 missiles at stand off distances, allowing themselves to be out of harm's way before an enemy counter-force arrived. The Soviet fleet would be visited yet again by the naval strike group, this one consisting of around five hundred planes, they would likely have the honor of the killing blow. Sixth Armada also remained ready to fire off salvos of heavy missiles at all who survived.

OOC: Sorry for the short post, just throwing one up to get this alive again.

Doomingsland

28-12-2007, 05:30

OOC: Doomy, you and I have lots to do here....

Nova Britannia Theater

Skirmish
While fast and maneuverable, Kyle and his Panther cars had no chance of escaping the attack launched against them. The supersonic weapons ripped the extremely lightly armored vehicles to shreds, the men and women on board if not killed immediately would be dead within a scant few moments from the wounds they sustained.
However, the GA-101's might fair much better than expected. Avenger AA vehicles armed with Shardstorm missiles were among the air defenses deployed by The Kingdom of SaintB, local AWACS equipped with DOMAR would locate the position of the Doomingsland fighters as they came within 500 kilometers of the defensive positions. Two (2) missiles for each Atratus fighter were launched in response as SaintB's own crews prepared for a potential search and rescue if the pilots were downed. (Stats for the shardstorms will be put in the OOC thread for you.)
The Artemis Fighters closed to within 40 kilometers of the Doomie armored cars, still inside friendly air space and began their attack using Silver Strike AASM missiles. Based off the weapons designed by Union Dynamics, the AASM was an advanced air to surface weapon that included many of the original designs features; and like all good missiles were rigged for fire and forget. Jack and Jack each picked 2 targets and fired a single weapon a piece at their designated enemy; then almost as soon as they had come in they began to change vectors, heading back inside SaintB Air Space.

Missile Strike
Frontal defensive positions were the ones to take the heaviest casualties. Infantry and Artillerymen located in the first line of entrenchments were almost completely wiped out by poison gasses. Farther back in the lines however the advantage of more permanent style defenses, AAA guns, and patriot and shardstorm missiles gave the fighting men and women of the Kingdom a fighting chance and many of the weapons were destroyed in the air before they could reach their targets. Overall casualties were extremely high and numbered in the tens of thousands... no accurate count could yet be assessed at the time.

Estimate: 20,000+

Advance
The Kingdom's forces were mostly still recovering from the missile bombardment launched by Doomingsland's forces. The advance would for now meet no resistance as the fledgling nations officers found themselves more concerned with improving their odds of surviving another such missile attack while bringing in further reinforcements and equipment through their supply line running through TWSP. SaintB's forces were there to fight, and fight as hard as they must but for now it was deemed most prudent to remain on the defensive until more reinforcements from Naasha, Sirusia and the Paladin Order had arrived.
Any of Dooming's scouts that came within 10 km of the front lines would find plenty of trouble to get into. Apache Longbow attack helicopters, AP and AV mines, scatter bombs, tank traps (basically 16 foot square holes that are 7 feet deep in the ground covered with wooden planks, soil, and a layer of vegetation capable of supporting the weight of people walking over them but would obviously collapse when an armored vehicle drove over them) and witheringly accurate artillery fire from 105 mm Howitzers would do all they could to make life as a scout totally miserable.
OOC:Sorry this took so long...

IC:

The enemy's DOMAR systems simply...did not work. The concept upon which they were based simply defied the laws of physics, and as a result, the missiles fired by the SaintB aircraft flew harmlessly into oblivion, never coming near their extremely stealthy targets. The two Atrati, however, knew precisely where their targets were courtesy of their AWACS counterparts; they did very little work on their end, simply releasing a pair of ATAIM-9s and heading back north.

The ATAIM-9s would cruise towards the SaintB fighters at nearly mach four, feeding off of the AWACS' RADAR data to find the two fighters before they went terminal. Once terminal, their own active RADARs would close in on the enemy aircraft before their electro-optical and infrared systems took over, making countermeasures virtually useless. The highly maneuverable missiles would then finish the job; if for some bizzare reason they missed, their thrust vectored engines would simply turn the missile around and send them right back at the fighters.

However, by the time the ATAIM-9s arrived to kill the enemy fighters, the SaintB aircraft had long launched their own payloads: upon detecting the enemy aircraft turning for home, the AWACS relayed the information to the scout group. In all likelihood, missiles had just been fired. The scout cars pulled off to the side of the road and the crews and scouts bailed out, taking cover a few hundred meters away. Moments later, the missiles impacted, blowing the cars completely apart. The scouts were now stranded just a few miles from enemy lines. Things were about to get very interesting.

Meanwhile, other scout groups had begun to run into trouble: running into enemy traps and the occasional attack helicopter had forced most of the units to retreat several miles. Others abandoned their vehicles and continued on foot in order to properly catalogue the enemy outer defenses. However, the High Command now had the big picture of where the enemy defenses started and what kind of defenses they had in place, which was precisely what they had been trying to find out.

Meanwhile, Imperial conventional troops were begining to move into position just forty miles north of enemy lines...

Trivalvia

28-12-2007, 23:20

ENCRYPTED TRANSMISSION
Public Key: 343-Gold-Sierra
To:
President Azrenmil, TWSP,
Prime Minister Renner, Naasha,
Prime Minister Shackleford, Beta Aurigae VII,
Prime Minister Valencia, Ezaltia,
Monarch Benard, SaintB,
Chang Hu, Siriusa
Subject: War Strategy
Text of Message:

The arrival of Automagfreek in the region has tipped matters dangerously against us. I would like to make some suggestions in an effort to increase the NEA's chance to prevail in this conflict.

First, AMF's siezure of Nova Iceland leaves only one territory - Nova Norway - as "unclaimed". I believe we should move enough troops to establish a claim on the territory and prevent any enemy forces from being able to invade NEA nations from that direction. Beta Aurigan and Ezaltian troops should be able to do so with the greatest ease.

Second, we believe that diplomatic missions should be sent to Questers and AMF as soon as possible, in an effort to either defuse or blunt their involvement in the war. Trivalvia is willing to send diplomats to Questers. Although both of these nations are aligned with TPF through larger alliances, no formal declaration of war from either nation has been issued. Careful diplomacy might be enough to deal with them.

Third, Trivalvia has amended its Weapons Export Ban Act, and has reclassified some of its military technology as exportable to NEA member nations. Existing designs include the Barracuda Tank Destroyer, Lance ATGM, Phalanx Air Area Defense Destroyer, and SSM-101 Scythe Anti-Shipping Missile. ALL NEA member nations will be given full blueprints to these technologies and permission to build them for domestic use. Other military designs will be released under this Act in short order.

As Trivalvia has lost most of its ships in the recent naval battles, we would be interested in joint shipyard use for construction of replacement vessels in addition to ship construction already occuring within our borders.

<signed>
President William MacKenzie

Trivalvia

31-12-2007, 20:27

OOC: This is primarily to set up the direction we've been discussing in the OOC Thread. Time of this article assumes that a month has passed since the last major battles, but that's not set in stone.

Bivalviaton Herald
The Nova Europan War: Who's in Charge Now?
by Dalton Dyer

As major wars go, what politicians and analysts are calling the Nova Europan War has to be one of the stranger wars on record. Within two months of its inception, the war has reached stalemate status, with neither side willing to press on, but neither side willing to back off.

For the Nova Europan Alliance in general, and Trivalvia in particular, this stalemate has had the air of a stay of execution. The sudden breakdown of the ceasefire last month resulted in significant damage being done to the navies of three NEA members. Exact numbers are difficult to confirm - national security measures can be a serious impediment to any analyst - but it seems painfully clear that the NEA has suffered enough of a blow to make its goal of pushing the "TPF Coalition" out of Nova Britain extremely costly at best.

Many of TPF's allies, from Novacom to Doomingsland, to the recently arrived AMF, are undamaged and willing to employ force against the NEA, but TPF itself, the nation that effectively started this war, is no longer able to continue fighting it. Strategically, it is blocked from advancing or resupplying its forces by Wanderjar, a nation whose neutrality has proven unassailable due to both the respect given it by some nations, and the military power it possesses to back up its neutrality. TPF ground and air forces remain effectively contained in its own nation, while its naval forces, which have wreaked massive damage, are unable to replace thier own losses, much less be able to perform much of an encore.

Even more ominous are reports of civil unrest and even food shortages from within TPF. Accounts vary, but it is becoming clear that TPF may not be able to sustain its own war effort, and expect to remain strong enough to protect itself afterwards.

With TPF unable to claim its prize, its reasons for continuing the war have effectively evaporated. And with the NEA facing the risk of invasions on one or more of its members, it too faces a choice between continuing the war, and ensuring its own survival.

Even the allies brought in to aid TPF cannot claim any moral or legal high ground, thanks to the legal maneuvering conducted by Auman at the last round of negotiations between the then-major players in the war. Nova Britain itself is now Auman's property, and both NEA and Doomingsland forces are trespassing. However, Auman has not moved to solidify its claim.

In short, neither side can claim moral superiority, and can only harm their reputations by pressing the war. The points both sides wanted to make have effectively been made, at an appalling cost. The NEA has shown its willingness to fight against hostile expansionism in their region, and the Coalition forces have demonstrated their ability to "muscle in" wherever they choose.

With the current stalemate, an opportunity exists for both sides to return to the table. TPF's own resource issues; and the uncontested siezure of Nova Iceland and Nova Ireland by coalition forces, perhaps offer a chance for a peace settlement. Parts of Nova Iceland and/or Nova Ireland could be given to TPF for mining and farming purposes, while TPF relinquishes its claim on Nova Britain in favour of Auman's claim on the same region. The NEA would have to accept the presence of large powers essentially breathing down their necks, but that might be preferable to said large powers laying waste to sections of the Nova Europan continent.

The alternative to a peace settlement is a crushed NEA, and a hostile coalition deciding to bite off more than it can chew. Yet many in the NEA fear that this situation will arise even if peace is arranged; this alone might keep them from the negotiation table.

If one of the larger powers on the Coalition side - Questers or AMF - could extend an olive branch to the NEA, both sides might be able to back away from a further confrontation without losing face. But such a move must happen soon. The current stalemate is unstable, and sooner or later, something is going to break.

Dalton Dyer is a respected political analyst; his weekly columns appear in several Nova Europan newspapers.

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