NationStates Jolt Archive

Berkley Port, Terre Nationale

The operation was clear and understood, the issues were easily visible, the soldiers had volunteered. The ports at Berkley were full with large-scale transports, plus ships that were solely crafted for scientific usage. Eight Ivan Rogov-class Large Landing ships were filled with sixteen hundred Nationale Clean-Up teams, along with this massive construction cranes and the like would accommodate the re-construction.

Just outside the waters of Berkley Port was a Kuznetsov-class Heavy Aircraft Carrying Cruiser, filled with twelve recon ships, mostly out-dated Su-7's and seven transport helicopters, all Twin Hueys. This missile system was effective and would protect against any small pirate attacks, the Hueys were fully equipped with thier Machine Guns, and they would fire at any opposition.

19:01, Two Weeks Later

Private Logan A. Ace slept in his small hovel of a bed, along with most of his squad mates, and cleaned out his AK-47. He looked over to the large and over-padded CBRN suit. He had dealt with several out-breaks of Psiulostoic magnaytim (Blue Pox) in the Industrial Centre province, but even then his CBRN suit was padded normally. It was odd why he would need heavy protection now, maybe he shouldn't of sig- "Get your gear on!" Major Sergeant Kyle Pheo yelled to the men as he broke down the door. "Ready for landing, get your CBRN suits on, and make sure you don't have any rips in it!" As ordered his group in the room had clumsily tried to put on their gear, their guns loaded and ready.

19:31 On top of the Ivan Rogov-class LLS; Waters Six Kilometers away from Glascovia, British Londinium

“Men!” A formally dressed Colonel yelled threw the radio in his CBRN suit. “As of now, we are setting up cities, refugee sites in the decimated homeland of British Londinium. First we will land on the fringes of Glascovia,” His metal extendable ruler smacked against a port town. “A squad of sixteen men will be dropped in ‘bubbles’, these ‘bubbles’ are self-contained duro-plastic bio-domes that are resistant to all radiation emitted by nuclear explosives, except the physical ones.” (Heat, Force.) “Sixteen men will be placed in these ‘bubbles’ and dropped from helicopters. When you land you will begin setting up the three-pronged decontamination zones at the four doors. All of these buildings will be eight square kilometers and will be inter-connecting. We will be allowing any refugees from British Londinium to settle here, as long as they under-go Clean-Up Operations basic training, and accept Citizenship in the Status Quo.”

20:41 Above Glascovia, British Londinium

Logan A. Ace was fully equipped as he entered the ‘bubble’, watching threw the ‘windows’ of the ‘bubble’ he saw crewman of the ship rigging up the ‘bubble’ to one of the four Twin Hueys that would fly them over. Several minutes later he felt a jerk as they flew into the air. The duro-plastic maintained its dome-like shape despite being held in the air by helicopters. After some time of looking out the window Logan could see debris of stones and rubble as they flew past… Glascovia He said under his breath. Slowly the ‘bubble’ was lowered onto the ground. “Time for work!” His sergeant yelled, and he began to assemble the decontamination zones.

A slow, frigid, radioactive wind blew across Glascovia, where Crimm neutron bombs had exploded nought but two weeks ago. Fires still raged in the abandoned skyscrapers and apartment blocks, and the decontamination bubble landed on the deserted arteriaroute, still littered with the wrecks of luxury motorcars, with a crunch.

OOC: Crappy post, I know, but I'm not sure what to say in terms of a response.

I highly suggest you get the fuck out of British Londinium immediately, for it now belongs to us. Any attempt by outsiders to lay claim to it or otherwise deny us our rightful prize will be met with severe force. As of now, two Freekish Warchiefs are en route to the former Londinian mainland. When they arrive they will begin to secure the country and commence cleanup, and if we find so much as one outsider on our property....you can expect harsh consequences.

You have less than 12 hours to vacate Freekish Londinium before we arrive.

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Alerick Fleshgrinder
-Deathklaat of the Advocate-

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OOC: Crappy post, but all the action is in the main war thread.

[OOC: You could have your few refugees come join, or maybe some of your garrisoned surviving troops attack the bubbles, thinking they were part of the attack. (Of course they would have to be cut off from communication to know that the war is pretty much over.)]

[OOC: You could have your few refugees come join, or maybe some of your garrisoned surviving troops attack the bubbles, thinking they were part of the attack. (Of course they would have to be cut off from communication to know that the war is pretty much over.)]

OOC: Except I don't have any living human beings around, though. The whole landmass is barren, with the cities destroyed by either Gholgoth's nukes or the bombs of the retreating Londinian Royal Air Force.

Official Response

So. This is how you treat a nation that is trying to help those who need it? To pick up the broken pieces of war, to help those who survived and live past the onslaught YOU brought. We'll be DAMNED if you EVER set foot on British Londinium. After what you've done? We'll shed the blood of millions, of our men, to keep you off these already eradicated shores of a once beautiful nation. While we have no love for the country we are protecting, we have love for its people. To hell with you, because we will never halt, never surrender, even with the hundreds of million you and your allies can bring to bear. Because we will die knowing we stood for good, knowing what we died for was worthy. While your troops die for nothing, for ground that has already been spoiled, for people who HATE you.

If your people's feet every reach the floor they will be surrounded by blood, their blood, their allies blood, their commander's blood. The shores will never lose the red shine that you will give it that day, the day you charge the beaches. History may count us the defeated, but your loses will rival those of your most horrible wars. Your commanders will commit suicide as they see their plans ripped apart, the casualty list SO high that your bureaucrats will realize that there is unwarranted cost for the war. SO high the public will turn against your government after losing so many fathers, sons, daughters, cousins, aunts, uncles, and friends. So YOU "can expect harsh consequences." -Alerick Fleshgrinder

Victoria had been reduced to a barren wasteland, completely devoid of life in the north and entirely abandoned in the south. For days Freekish High Command had been tracking the scores of ships via satellite and were charting the location of large numbers of Londinian refugees, determining that the most concentrated group had settled in the Middle East. Convenient for the Empire, because their ally in Crimmond had numerous European and African holdings, and therefore Azrael would be able to keep them effectively caged for the time being. Other large clusters of Londinians were being tracked via satellite, though military action against them would be taken later in light of more....pressing matter.

The cretins of Terre Nationale had made the single biggest mistake of their existance by daring to cross Automagfreek, and both Zander and Brinks were now within long range striking distance of the newly crowned Freekish Londinium. The Sentinel class super dreadnoughts Reaver and Templar were mixed into Zander's battlegroup following the conclusion of the war against Doomingsland, and from the decks of both behemoth ships came the first salvo of interncontinental cruise missiles in the form of the 'Porcupine'. The large kinetic weapons lifted off with great fury towards the upper atmosphere, where they would swoop down with incredible speed ranging well into the Mach 20's, where they would then deploy 10 kinetic sub-penetrators while the main body of the weapon would slam into its intended target with enough force to be nearly equal to a small nuclear blast.

The naval assets that sat outside Glascovia were the primary targets, and satellite intel had allowed technicians to compile a list of the highest value targets in order of importance. Thermal imagery had also determined the largest concentrations of enemy ground personnel and transmitted their GPS locations to the weapons as they began to take flight. As this was happening a slew of long range 'Skewer' missiles were fired from Stratosfighter II's that skimmed the high atmosphere and scanned for appropriate aerial targets, while AWACS began generating target profiles for airmen and gunnery crews to appropriately engage.

Zander's main battlegroup was putting itself in a position to blockade Glascovia directly, while Brinks began to swing around to the west side of Freekish Londinium in order to deploy his ground forces near Hillingdon and close in from the opposite side. Several hundred thousand Sentinels, Death Dealers, Fallen, and professional Freekish soldiers began moving into their assault transports and appropriate craft in order to prep for the coming battle, though Zander's men would move towards the center and rear of the armada's assault formation. Though he was still plenty far away from Glascovia, he began wheeling about to the east in order to swoop in on the city at an angle, allowing him to bring all his heavy guns to bear and immediately deliver broadsides to whatever naval and ground emplacements had been established.

Submarines from his attack element did not participate in this tactical maneuver but instead continued on course, scouting the depths for any undersea threat while simultaniously preparing to engage the surface vessels that would survive the kinetic and anti-shipping attack that was just getting underway. Freekish jets continued lifting off in droves in order to provide immediate far support to not only smash whatever air defenses were present but also to eliminate threats on the sea and ground, though the exact size of the enemy force was still being determined.

Meanwhile Azrael was being informed of the developing situation and in turn issued the order that none were to be left alive, and that Freekish Londinium would not be snatched away by opportunistic vultures. Wether or not Terre Nationale itself would pay for its audacity directly was still being debated, however it was determined that following the conclusion of this engagement it was likely they would lose the will to fight and thus become a non-issue. All the Warlord could do at this point was sit back and watch as the events continued to unfold.

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OOC: I'm not sure what you have in the area, but I've had 3 Warchiefs en route for some time now. Usually when fighting a nation I only use 1 Warchief, but in this case I'm using 3...so you get an idea of just how much I'm bringing in. The third, Alerick, will be arriving shortly.

Near Glascovia and in the Waters

By the time the main strike had taken place on the naval fleet around four hundred Clean-Up operators had landed on, or rather in 'bubbles'. Twelve of the Twin Hueys had been spared as they were dropping off the last of the 'bubbles' and several recon aircraft were away from the fleet before its destruction, they would likely conduct a kamikaze maneuver on the enemy fleet when they found no place to land.

Private Logan A. Ace didn't know what was going on, he was focusing too long on the main job, setting up the decontamination zones. Barely noticing his sergeant at the radio. The sergeant got up and gave the orders. "Stop your fuckin' working! We're goin' to hold out here until the night, and later on move into the rubble of Glascovia. We've had a few problems a little opposition, but understand this. It takes one bullet to kill those bastards, one bullet that pierces their NBC suits and they're dead. The radiation outside is horrific, we're lucky to have these expensive suits. Men hurry up and dismantle the decontamination zones, use the metal to make a defensive shell around the base of the 'bubble'.

The Main fleet outside Glascovia had been demolished, even the wreckage had been completely destroyed. About a four hundred men survived the fleet's destruction and they were swimming to shore, but it wouldn't matter, they would be killed from the radiation in a matter of minutes.

[OOC: Sorry last post for a few.]