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SIC:

PNF Zhaan. Avenger Class Attack Submarine.

Location: Outside Zaynah territorial waters.

Current status: Unknown.

Assumed operational capacity: 100%

Incoming orders…

Encrypted.

3rd Aleosite Fleet. High Command

Level 3 clearance required. Classification: Urgent.

Continue reconnaissance and data collections operations. A high flux vessels is expected to pass through the area. As of the established date assume assigned positioning and commence operations as directed at the moment.

End Encryption.

Short and to the point, like all Peacekeeper orders were. As the message was collected by the submarine from the ether, it slowly returned to its slumber in the abyss. A monster of steel and power, just waiting silently, as a prowler waits for its prey. With the confirmation that all was moving according to plan, all it had to do now was to wait.

Inside the carcass of the beast there was no sound, not even a whisper as the crew performed its tasks with a mechanical precision adding to the already tense atmosphere. They weren’t novices at the task and as such, they had a full understanding of the importance of each and everyone’s task. If even a wheel in the machine malfunctioned then all that machine was useless.

The captain of this vessel was a simple man, like many others around him. Knowledgeable and bearing years of experience, he was one of the most appreciated captains in the fleet. He had no great ambitions or hidden goals, just the fulfilment of his purpose in life as he considered it, to serve and survive and so far he was still alive.

Like all others in the submarine, he was unaware of the hidden reasons behind his mission if such reasons existed, but nonetheless he strived to fulfil the mission without a flaw, there was no room for error in his mind and in those of his superiors. So far it was a simple surveillance mission, but you never knew what the next order was going to entail for the old wolf and his vessel.

It might surprise some, but the enclosed space of the underwater behemoth felt like home for its crew. Raised from their birth underground, far from the harsh environment that was their homeland, adapting to another closed environment such as this posed no problem for the Aleosites. The welcomed it and, to be assigned as such, cherished it. As a weapon, it was the dream of every soldier earmarked for the navy.

And it was such a weapon that would forge the destiny of a nation…

OOC: This takes place in the timeslot occupied by the same post here (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=532591&page=6). It was prearranged OOCly with UFAN.

USSW Peackeeping Force Zaynah (PKFZ) HQ, Mrahed
Field Marshal Reginald Baldrin figured, all things told, it could be worse. True, he'd been relieved of his command of Seventh Army just months after it had been passed to him at first, and kicked downstairs as adjutant to his former superior in that formation Marshal Millenhaus once she'd returned to try salvaging the fight against the Imperial Socialist rebels that now controlled both Mhoudia and Zanski; but now at least he was back in his own office with it as his own. Furthermore, he was back to the sort of duty that he guessed he was really best at: garrison and peackeeping; it was no secret there were "warrior" officers and "administrator" ones, and apparently neither that he seemed one of the latter by now as well. Millenhaus hadn't even been able to salvage the confused mess that had been the UFAN attempt to preserve a member government, and she was definitely a warrior type; now long off to Vetaka where, if the increasingly-grim news regarding the Ennuisian situation were to be believed, she could be of far greater use placed in overall command of the defense there as she was nigh certain to be. She gets a few months in Strator, and is a hero for it despite failing here; while I keep order for all of nearly a decade until things go downhill, and what do I get?

Grim thoughts, but his all the same. In any case, Marshal Baldrin had his duties to set to. The 9,000-strong force detailed off by Wagdog, to be augmented supposedly by pending Aurum Doman and possibly Animarnian additions, was mainly composed of a single battalion from each service specialty from Infantry to HQ personnel, with one more of Rangers left behind just in case counterinsurgency duty were required somehow. Compared to the juggernaut that was the now closed and forbidding Imperial Socialist Republic of Zanski, even without its' coideologists in Mhoudia or New Nicksyllvania factored in, this was a speedbump at very best even accounting for the demonstrated qualitative advantage Wagdian troops held; but then again that was arguably its' purpose. Just enough to keep internal order, and show that any untoward moves would not go entirely unopposed if indeed they materialized; the very size of the speedbump indicating just how unlikely that was thought to be for the moment.

The force was again settling into the routines of occupation, tanks mostly left in the motor pool aside from occasional patrols outside the town but within the DMZ boundaries, infantry mainly in barracks as well aside from similar patrols; support troops even still repairing and refuelling and all else, as in any force of any size and tasking. All told, it was a welcome break from the months of hellish and nigh-unbelievable setbacks that had characterized the insurgencies in the area; but it could hardly be considered good for the fighting efficiency of these personnel if it came to that. They were just out of a fight, a large and tiring one; and moreover the latest Kriegzimmer standard equipment had all been sent away to Vetaka by now, they left with the technically default-standard Czechalrussian and Soviet hardware again. Familiar, and deadly enough in keen hands, but nonetheless a step down all the same; and in scarce numbers as well besides. Were it not for the fact that this area was again at peace, even if a guarded and uneasy one, Marshal Baldrin should've felt as vulnerable as if in his boxers and nothing else while touring an active front line. So, to the point, why did he almost; he had nothing concrete in the reports on his desk, mundane cataloguing of troop activities and supply schedules that especially marked even a flag officer's daily lot, so why the just-beyond-articulation sense something was amiss still?

He could have no idea just how real that sensation would prove soon. No, Field Marshal Baldrin was just setting to his relatively peaceable work as far as the life of a Marshal went; not a clue as to what was about to break upon his head yet again. If he'd known, he'd've sworn he were cursed somehow; not that his ignorance altered that probable fact anyway. All told, said ignorance would only seal the curse's effect soon enough...

Zaynah Peacekeeping Force HQ, Mrahed, Aurum Doman Protectorate of Zaynah

General Devon DeMilt was the leader of the 3,000 strong Zaynah peacekeeping force. He also happened to be the youngest and most inexperienced General in the Aurum Doman Army. He had really hoped to be sent to Vetaka but only the most skilled Army units were allowed to go. For now all he could do was sit and listen to Governor General Brad Glohk babble endlessly about politics and the welfare of the Zaynah people. Glohk hadn't been on a battlefield in years, he had only landed this cushy job by being the High General's brother in law.

Devon came looking for Brad one morning to mention something about stepping up air patrols in the area only to find that the Governor General had goen to an early morning meeting. His computer screen was left on and the daily intelligence briefings program was open. Devon peeked at the screen and glanced at the title. His jaw dropped in shock, it was titled "Location of Scarlet Rogers". Her actual location was even more surprising. Brad turned off the computer and quickly walked out. I really shouldn't have seen that He thought But I guess Glohk knows many state secrets, being related to Samuel Oron himself gives you access to anythign you want to know

OOC: what the hell is going on? I'm a bit confused.

SIC of sorts.

PNF Zhaan

Location: Zaynah territorial waters.

Incoming orders…

Encryption.


“Converge upon Zaynah shores. Launch Commando team. Communicate them the following orders: Operation Chrysalis is a go.

Execute.”


Encryption ends.

As he finished reading the orders, a serious looking Second in Command, as he was the only one allowed to read them besides the captain, made his way towards the leading officer of the ship.

“Captain,” he briefly saluted his superior as he handed him the orders. “Incoming orders from headquarters.”

“I see,” the old wolf replied, looking careful at the piece of paper he had between his fingers, already forming his own ideas about the whole debacle.

Onboard all Aleosite attack submarines, Commando teams were a usual sight, many times working with the crew in maintaining the ship in perfect working order. Their purpose was however different than the usual things they did to help with maintenance.

Elite, highly trained teams, the Peacekeeper Commandos were many times used to deal with important or highly difficult tasks for the nation. Spearheading a much larger operation was also on their list to do.

It took only a few minutes to gather the members of the commando and to communicate them the incoming orders. It took even less for them to begin equipping and prepare for departure. They were to leave the submarine and infiltrate the enemy territory, fulfilling an important mission for Aleos, like they always did.

What the captain didn’t know however was that his was not the only team launched towards Zaynah. Similar teams from several Aleosite submarines made the same preparations as they departed towards the shore, carefully hiding themselves from the possibly careful vigil of the enemy.

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3rd Aleosite Fleet.

For the past few days, the third fleet was getting prepared for what could very well be a massive naval engagement. As usual, only a few had any idea about what was happening, but, as the captains studied various battle plans and several informational booklets, an image was starting to form.

The fact that the fleet was carefully trekking towards a new destination under maximum stealth orders made things even clearer for them. Things were slowly, but certainly moving towards an obvious conclusion.

On one ship of the fleet, the commander, or the admiral as this was the more popular denomination for a naval officer of his level, made his final preparations. It was then that he was contacted by the Supreme Commander on a secure line.

“Begin operations,” Braca had said, looking unaffected by what he was about to do.

“Acknowledged,” the admiral replied, similarly impassive.

Less than a minute afterwards, a SSBN launched two missiles towards Zaynah. As they arched across the sky, starting from what was International Waters, a flurry of activity started in the fleet, troop transporters and cargo planes departing under escort towards their designated targets.

Among this all, just seconds before the two missile reached their apex and exploded, showering the skies of Zaynah in a deadly wave of electromagnetic destruction, a small message was sent to the UFAN forces in Zaynah.

“Surrender or die.”

PKFZ HQ; Mrahed, Zaynah
Wonderful, thought Marshal Baldrin as he listened to the unattributed demand. ...Just... lovely. So who is it that wants to keep this land as Bedlam-crazy as it is this time? He was about to compose a longer reply to the message, demanding that these unknown attackers identify themselves and all, but the EMP shorted out the means he had to do so conveniently. Yes, this was just a smashing day on his part; and only getting better by the second.

Though radios and computers were now quite dead, of course, fortunately the more internal and vital components such as vehicle spark plugs and all were sufficiently hardened to survive as per Wagdian military specification. Of course, given the arguably network-style doctrine Wagdog's forces used as a heritage from their insurgent days some forty years ago (time warps aside), losing the radios and computers was blow enough to make matters hairy. The garrisoned artillery battalion's guns and rockets were going to have to sight using map coordinates and preplanned fires, straight out of warfare as it existed some three or four generations ago; and said battalion might as well forget about using its small battery of cruise and ballistic missiles, since even if they too might've survived to be launch-capable their more-sensitive targeting was shot in any case. The tanks were useful still, their guns remaining capable of firing and motors capable of running due to their particular hardening against such things for all of how common Wagdog had noticed mass-EMP attack was; but without the advanced sights or radios these tanks carried working, it was again back to early-World War II operational methods if not even older: stadiametric telescope sights, ballistics tables, and signal flags to pass orders along tank commanders. Things which, though those responsible had technically trained in, they were neither comfortable nor anywhere near as effective with; modern technology was indeed an addictive thing, even for those ostensibly trained to cope with when it failed.

Wasting little scarce time, Marshal Baldrin issued orders to the effect that the Rangers were to scour Zaynah by foot or light vehicle and try to minimize the effect of any infiltrators by this unknown force. One battalion thereof would take the task to the shores, along with the tank destroyer armored cars of the Mechanized Cavalry Squadron in Zaynah which would act as the eyes for the massed Tank Battalion now gathering on the outskirts of Mrahed; gathering to offer what resistance could be made effective by so small a force as Wagdog's here against an unknown enemy with clearly lethal intent. Meanwhile, back in Mrahed, the other Ranger battalion would assist the Wagdian MPs and Aurum Domans in keeping order; the Aurum Domans' operational condition not being immediately known to Baldrin and thus orders to commit them to counter-landing contingencies being nonsensical, even for a peacetime officer such as his kind.

Baldrin had few illusions about how this was likely to go down. Unless this was just a feint for some larger effort by these unknowns against Zanski and Mhoudia, there could really be only one outcome here; it could be faced as was proper, but not altered all the same. He clung to the hope it was a feint, needed it to be so; but his rational mind kept trying to disabuse him of the hope all the same. "Well..." he said gruffly, his years beginning to show, "I guess nobody really wants to live forever anyway." Since the enemy had deprived him of effective means of surrender, Baldrin simply cocked both his E-21C compact pistol and S-25 submachine gun before striding out to assist the variouis rear-area battalions present and assure the Aurum Domans that someone was attempting to keep matters under control; a complete rout under enemy pressure simply wouldn't do, not unless they earned it first. Hence the guns, as Baldrin got into his staff vehicle and ordered the driver to General DeMitt's office or wherever it was he happened to be right then...

Zaynah Peacekeeping Force HQ, Mrahed, Aurum Doman Protectorate of Zaynah

For the past 12 hourss technicians had been working to restore at least part of the air defense network. Its capabilities were limited for the time being but within 12 hrs, planes that hadn't been killed by the EMP attack would be able to be launched and hunt down the attacker. Granted, they wouldn't be able to do much on their own, but with all computers fried and therefore no satellite imagery they needed eyes in the skies.

General DeMilt was the only Aurum Doman who seemed to be happy. He had been waiting for a chance like this his whole life and now he would show that he knew how to fight. A knock came on his door and the Marine guarding it opened it.

"Welcome Marshal Baldrin, please come and sit so we can sort out this mess."

Sitting down, Baldrin set to as was only appropriate. "General DeMilt, glad to see your technical people are on the ball. Naturally, they'll have mine helping out." Looking about the HQ, he hoped things could indeed be brought online quickly enough to matter. At least something was going right at the moment, hardly a blessing to be dismissed idly. As was, he sensed somehow things could get ugly enough even accounting for it...

Back to the point, "From what I see, we should focus on your forces maintaining what reserve they can in Mrahed proper while mine focus on maintaining presence both at the shores north of here and also back with yours so the locals don't panic and go nuts." Those two Ranger battalions would indeed prove helpful here. "Could you offer a rough breakdown of your units so we can plan a bit more in detail? For my part, I have one battalion's worth of everything from infantry to supply troops and so on. Hence, though the bases are indeed covered, doing things in force will be difficult without your help; we brought a little bit of everything with some SOF emphasis, but that brings the problem of depending on your air cover and possibly more."

Leaving it at that for the moment, Marshal Baldrin wondered if indeed his luck was going to turn around. It needed to, he had a career to think of; but somehow that struck him as too convenient to believe happening. For now, he was just on edge; his fingers idly running along the attachment rails mounted at his S-25 SMG's sides as but one reflexive response to the tension around. Tension which was only likely to get worse from here.

"Well, the peacekeeping force here is made up of 3 battalions of regular Army. They're not our most skilled troops but its all we have. The battalions are mechanized, almost no tanks. I asked the CO about that before we deployed and apparently most of our tanks are in Vetaka where they'll be torn to shreds by the Ennusians. If only the leaders of my country weren't so stingy we would've had those new Doomani tanks and IFVs that were promised years ago. Anyway besides the Army we have 3 Special Forces teams consisting of ten men each. Its not much but if you need them they're all yours. In terms of airpower we have 3 squadrons of ACI-773 Aquilas based out of the Nix which is anchored somewhere off the coast."

"Well, the peacekeeping force here is made up of 3 battalions of regular Army. They're not our most skilled troops but its all we have. The battalions are mechanized, almost no tanks. I asked the CO about that before we deployed and apparently most of our tanks are in Vetaka where they'll be torn to shreds by the Ennusians. If only the leaders of my country weren't so stingy we would've had those new Doomani tanks and IFVs that were promised years ago. Anyway besides the Army we have 3 Special Forces teams consisting of ten men each. Its not much but if you need them they're all yours. In terms of airpower we have 3 squadrons of ACI-773 Aquilas based out of the Nix which is anchored somewhere off the coast."
Smiling a bit at this, even if it was only slightly better a situation than his own; Marshal Baldrin nodded. "Get the Nix moving before whoever did this decides to start on her too. Keep your Mech battalions at the town's edge ready to move to the beach under support from my forces' artillery; assuming someone decides to land we're to try throwing them back into the sea before heavy support arrives. My armor can help out there, so don't worry too much about that. We'll stay just inland from bombardment range, ideally at least; then rush any landings soon after they're in."

This was a risky plan, especially on such poor information as Baldrin had. Honestly though, it was about all they could really do. If they let as big a force as could be used here get ashore, well, they were done for no matter what happened. But if they drew blood right off against any pathfinders... well, just maybe they could convince these guys this wasn't so opportune a conquest and that moving on might be a good idea. Maybe....

"Anything else, General DeMilt?" Marshal Baldrin felt somewhat uneasy about staying too long, wanting to keep the situation as under control as possible. Might be a bit on the bureaucratic side, but then again he was that sort of officer after all; he'd accepted that since really there was nothing else to do but make it work now.

Generals Office
The General picked up a short range radio off his desk and spoke the orders into it. Usually the device wouldn't be neccessary but the EMP strike had fried all other communications. These orders were given in Aurum Doman Tribal for security reasons but the Marshal evidently didn't know that by the startled look on his face.

Bases Across Zaynah
As soon as the orders were given and relayed to all necessary stations the military sprung into action. The men readied their gear and received their defensive assignments. IFVs, anti aircraft batteries, and other heavy armour were checked, loaded, then moved into designated positions. The Special Forces began scouring the countryside for any sign of enemies.

Several Miles Offshore, The Nix

The Nix was the last unit to receive its orders which were brought in by Aquila. The crew readied the rest of the fighter jets as the ship steamed South at full speed.

Zanski has chosen to let Aurum Domus take control of the situation and has persuaded General al-Majid to make the former UFAN territory of Karazistan a free military area for Aurum Domus. However, borders have been set up round the area, which are the boundaries to this zone. Zanski will only attack if Aleos touches land.

“… It is said that the Aleosite children have no childhood, that they are forged in the fires of the underworld and tempered in the blizzards of the Northern Frost. This false belief is shared by many, but, from intriguing puzzles to intense physical exercises, our children do them all. And above them all lie the few chosen ones, the ones hand picked for the commandos, The Heralds of Peace.”

Zaynah. Peacekeeper Commandos.

From the cold water of the ocean, the Aleosite commando teams came. So far there was no opposition, but they were not foolish enough to be lulled in a fake state of security. From different points on the shores they started their trek inwards, towards their intended objectives. Some of the teams were aiming to cause chaos and mayhem while others had other, more delicate orders to fulfil. As the first contingents of the main force were approaching the enemy territory, there was little time to waste.

Among the teams involved in this operation, team #7 had perhaps one of the most difficult missions; Infiltration of the enemy command & capture of high level officers for questioning. For this, absolute stealth was needed and, after years of practice, the team was highly versatile in it blending with the shadows. There would be no traitorous words or noises to betray them, they understood each other perfectly, experience saying its word in this affair.

===

3rd Fleet.

On the deck of his command ship, the Admiral surveyed the current situation. So far the operation went smoothly with no impediments to his advancing forces from the sea. The enemy ships had chosen to be silent about this or perhaps the general chaos left them confused about what was happening. Regardless of what was happening, there was no doubt about the next action. No opposition was allowed, enemy ships included.

“Report,” his cold, impassive voice could be heard by his officers. Almost immediately an officer replied to his inquiry.

“Currently our ships are advancing towards their intended target. Our cargo transporters are on schedule and are expected to make their delivery shortly. Reconnaissance shows an enemy ship fleeing south, perhaps attempting to avoid our forces, we cannot however exclude the possibility for it to be preparing to support the defending forces against our offensive.”

The data provided had little in terms of new information for the commander, however he could not afford the enemy carrier to escape, although irrelevant in terms of strength, given just how many assets Aleos was allocating to this operation, it could have delivered significant losses to the peacekeepers, loses that represented in his mind a waste that could not be afforded.

“Destroy it,” came his order as he dismissed his officer.

Almost instantly, the order was relayed and one of the already established protocols placed in effect. In order to minimize war material consumption, the enemy ship was to be taken out using the already existing advantage in the Zaynah waters, the lurking titans of steel waiting to devour their pray; the submarines.

From the fleet a handful of missiles were launched towards the enemy vessel. Their goal was not to destroy, but to herd, to goad the fleet of the enemy in a trap. Should it decide to risk and face the incoming fire, then their fate was sealed as the pilots of the navy barely waited for an opportunity to unload their ordinance upon the enemy while a wide assortment of missiles awaited to greet it. Should they decide to flee, then the waiting sub fleet would have its day, striking them from below.

Finally, to assist the incoming offensive, scores of missiles were launched towards the mainland. Aimed with the help of satellites and recon provided by the commando teams, they would deliver further damage onto the forces defending Zaynah.

===

Skies of Zaynah.

Finally, after a long trek, the air armada reached its intended destination. With only a few miles standing between them and the enemy, the escorts provided by the carriers scrambled. They were to hit at any air defence that the defending forces were able to assemble, facilitating the paradrop. If all worked well, and the attack aircraft were going to make sure of that, an entire brigade was going to land behind the enemy lines, paving the way for future reinforcements.

As the first planes moved in to engage, the missiles launched by the fleet appeared on their radars. With clockwork precision, the jets and missiles would be wrecking havoc on the enemy lines, clearing the path. Parts of the fighter escort headed towards the beach where it would secure the landing. Other wings, coming from the naval taskforce were to secure the cargo planes on their return trip.

Inside the cargo plane surrounded by cases of equipment, the peacekeepers were waiting for their moment. There was anxiety as some of the troops had never before experienced combat , but many of the veterans had a steeled look in their eyes. They knew what they had to do. In order for them to survive and for the operation to succeed with maximum efficiency they would have to move without mercy.

The green light lit, the first soldier stood, in one motion they turned towards the door. This was it, they were finally there.

===

Shores of Zaynah.

The roar of the helicopters could be heard. From the assault carriers carrying them they lifted to the sky and challenged the tranquillity of the sands. They were, together with parts of the air force, to ensure that the landing went without a hitch. The full air supremacy of the sky was not to be challenged.

Almost an entire division would be landing, and it represented only a small fraction of the total force that was to reach those shores. Soon, along the infantry and the commandos that infiltrated the territory, the armour divisions would make an appearance, completing the mix needed to gain complete dominance over Zaynah.

This land, bathed in blood would once again be witness to a war, the last one before finally gaining its right to peace.

Shores of Zaynah
"Mayday! Mayday! Heavy fire inbound from unidentified fleet." Explosions rocked the dunes around, razor grass being a poor disguise at times and even less protection. "Fire mission requested at coordinates..." A huge missile impacting just outside of effective blast range from Lieutenant-Colonel Victor Dables muffled the coordinates given to all but the artillery commander on the other end of the field telephone; and even for him reception was just barely good enough. "Three-zero-zero mike-mike Rockets followed by steady one-five-two mike-mike shelling, pin the bastards down; over?"

"Negative Shadow Lead, cannot fire for effect." Major Janet Callins, commander of the single artillery battalion attached to the Wagdian commitment of troops in Zaynah, objected to the order being given. "Rocket attrition standing at some forty percent, guns at thirty; missiles lost entirely, not that it matters much now. Supply vehicles destroyed, so no more than ammuntion-on-hand available." The EMP overload had messed too much with the SS-23 Spider SRBMs' guidance systems for them to bring their massive cluster or HE warheads to bear, not a good omen for the situation considering how it already looked as though the local forces were grossly outnumbered; and if the helicopter swarms were any indication this was indeed the case.

"LOOK!" Dables hissed into the phone, struggling to stay in a whisper like during the request for security reasons. "We have an unholy load of these guys heloing in right on top of us, with gunships going who knows where to rip on us!" Distantly, the tearing sound of autocannon from the TS-M1 antiaircraft systems of the Air Defense Artillery battalion attached to Wagdian forces in the area echoed; as did explosions from what must have been enemy retaliation to being fired upon so brazenly even by what little could be brought to bear in such circumstances. "Get that arty here NOW! That's a direct order from a ranking officer in contact with the enemy."

"...Affirmative." A few seconds passed, followed by "On the way." Seconds later still, Callins opined in "Splash!" as the rockets and then shells began to fall upon any invaders that had touched down. Already more distant squads had been engaged, small-arms fire echoing from various points across the beach; another bad sign on top of several.

Grabbing his S-25 submachine gun, Dables motioned to the eleven other Rangers he commanded as his own battalion's attached 122mm towed howitzers attempted to contribute to the counterfire. Scrambling down the sandy slope, careful to avoid any razor grass tearing their uniforms and so, the squad moved cautiously into positions further rearward to hopefully counter any infiltration attempts and also dodge the inevitable enemy counterfire as best as possible. With luck, not that such seemed terribly present on these shores lately, they'd be able to salvage the situation or at least keep the retreat from becoming a rout.

Outskirts of Mrahed, Zaynah
As close to silently as was possible for a mechanized formation, which is to say hardly at all, the Wagdian tank and mechanized battalions proceeded to intercept the Aleosite (which identity naturally unknown to them) paratroops while still vulnerable to a decisive move. The thrust was far more cumbersome than would normally be done, operating with signal flags in far more frequent bounding moves than would normally be done, but gradually the distance would be closed. Of course, with the enemy attack aircraft operating at will no thanks to the Aurum Doman aircraft apparently being caught out of position still, losses were steadily rising; already a good fifth of all vehicles were brewed-up husks on the Zaynah roads now, their personnel consigned to deaths which one could only hope would spare them from having to face Hell what would effectively be twice in a row upon consideration.

You think you guys can just short out our shinies and walk all over us ne? Major Tamiko Asahara grumbled inside at the unknown enemy, her frustration building with each new signalled report of a vehicle lost or broken-down; effectively the same thing a few moments later. Well sorry. You'll get extra 135mm FRAG rounds for that assumption alone, with change too. Like the foot- or jeep-mounted (depending on mission requirements) Ranger battalions, the mechanized troops to form the finishing blow of the column were rolling with 122mm battalion gun versions of their APCs comprising the relevant weapons companies; regular carriers armed with 14.5mm machine guns hauling the grunts, while 100mm and 30mm gunned armored car versions with the Cavalry Squadron brought to Zaynah rolled ahead to scout and pin enemy positions for either bypass or engagement. These had suffered as well though, and thus it was going to be yet another bloody day for the region before all was said and done; especially for Major Asahara or Lieutenant-Colonel Dables.

The Nix, off the Zaynah coast

Klaxons sounded throughout the ship as missiles streaked towards it. Seconds later a large boom was heard as a single missile hit the deck of the carrier near the stern. This was accompanied by a series of roars as the last remaining squadron of Aquila's onboard took off to face the oncoming threat. As the aircraft ascended they noticed something unusual, the missile barrage wasn't coming towards the Nix, it was falling short. Well some idiot messed up the missile coordinates thought one of the pilots. The squad leader, Jack "Lightning" Barone radioed his fellow pilots, "Ok men somethings going down seek out and destroy the enemy." Then the twelve pilots flew into what would surely be their last battle.

Zaynah Wilderness

Team Delta Phi Alpha had been scouring the wilderness for several days without any luck and the 20 men were getting irritable. They had no idea that miles behind them the war had already started. Finally, as they approached a hill in the central of a coastal forest, they spotted them. There seemed to be around 8 men but there was surely more. The snipers took positions as the rest of the team quietly crept through the woods. Then the signal was given and the 5 snipers opened fire. The rest of the team charged forward into certain death.

Skies Over Zaynah

Twenty four ACI 773 Aquilas was all that remained to defend Zaynah from invasion. They roared into the battle in perfect formation then peeled off as they went after individual targets. As they got closer several of the pilots nearly fainted as they realised what they were up against, this was ludicrous. Twenty four fighter jets had no chance of defeating an entire invading army.

Bunker Beneath Peacekeeping HQ, Mrahed

General DeMilt was slowly losing it as he stared at the video monitors. His forces were being overwhelmed by an unknown enemy and all he could do was sit back and watch. He couldn't even call for reinforcements, the EMP attack had destroyed the long range communication array. This meant that he didn't even have the benefits of OBSAT to coordinate the counter offensive. DeMilt had one solution in the back of his mind but every time he thought of it he pushed it back.

Governor Glohk had hidden himself and his staff deep in another bunker under the city, the man was a coward, if he survived this war he would surely be stripped of his job and publicly condemned.

Shores of Zaynah.

The Wagdians put a desperate resistance to the landing force, but it was nowhere near enough to deter the Peacekeepers from pushing forward. There was no stopping the tide of soldiers arriving at the shores and, accompanied by the massive cannons of the fleet, the soldiers were claiming the beach as their own. And, as they did so, the helicopters and attack planes supporting them started pouring ammunitions at the enemy. Missiles, bullets or just bombs found their way to rip the enemy ranks to shreds.

The artillery fire, directed by the resistance proved quickly to be an annoyance, even if a minor one and, with the help of the UAV screen, the cannons were hunted down and marked for the kill. The treatment of these sites was particularly vicious, the main priority of the air force being not only to incapacitate them, but also make it impossible for the enemy to ever use the pieces of equipment again. There were doubts about the usefulness of such a tactic, given the fact that High Command expected a swift victory, but the attacks were good practice for the ‘green’ pilots of Aleos, inexperienced until now with the battlefield.

When the Wagdians commenced their retreat, the helicopters were waiting for them. Spreading a rain of lead over the retreating soldiers, shrapnel being spread all across the Wagdian lines. There was no mercy in the actions of the Peacekeepers. The Wagdians opposed them; therefore the Wagdians had to die. If the man in charge of Zaynah were to survive the bloodbath that had commenced, then he would pay dearly for refusing the generous offer the Peacekeepers made. It had not only cost them a small number of men, but also ammunitions and vehicles, and for that waste, he would not be forgiven.

Soon, joining the Peacekeeper infantry, artillery pieces made an appearance and with them, with the heavy work of the engineers under battle conditions, several heavy units. The roar of their engines bringing further conviction for the Aleosites that this battle was theirs, although it was most likely that for the enemy, a whole different feeling was starting to emerge; despair.

Inner Zaynah.

The paratrooper brigade had managed to land without a hitch, lack of serious opposition making it seem for them as a child’s play. They were not however wasting the time earned by their surprise assault but instead, with a precise, mechanical precision, they started opening and assembling the equipment dropped in the crates they had travelled with in the cargo planes. Soon, artillery and AT cannons joined them and, directed by instructions coming from the sky they started adding to the inferno that the advancing Wagdian columns had to face.

And if the enemy thought things were bad, then he had yet to realize what the real intention of the Aleosite commando teams were. Careful to avoid detection so far, with the exception of a few times that acted as bait for the enemy special forces, they had prepared a welcoming committee for the Wagdians upon the main roads a few well placed mines and booby traps effectively aimed at blocking the move of the tanks and other vehicles, leaving them to be sitting ducks to the aerial fire at first and now to the artillery fire.


Off the Zaynah coast.

If the departing squadron thought it would have a ship to return, then it would have better start praying the moment they got off the deck of the Nix. The ship had played straight into the waiting Aleosite hands and, joining a new salvo of missiles, this one fully intent on crippling and devastating the missiles, several torpedoes were launched by a waiting submarine.

This was no longer a battle, it was a contest for the kill and even though there was an awful waste of ammunition in the operation, the commanders of the fleet allowed it, minor operations like this proving to do wonders for the morale of the fleet at times and the friendly contest between two submarines and several surface ships was followed with avid interest by the fleet.

At the last moment, another contender, in the shape of several squadrons of naval bomber appeared unleashing ordinance from a safe distance against the doomed ship. The only defences of the Nix, its air wings, were by now engaged in combat against much superior forces and would be unable to help the carrier.

Zaynah Wilderness.

Team number #6 had received a rather dull mission in their opinion. Ordered to distract and lead the enemy special forces on a wild goose chase, they had did their job, but it was only by accident that the enemy picked up their trail, despite several clues left by the commando.

With methodical care, the six members of the team prepared to ensnare their unfortunate victims. They knew that the enemy had a numerical superiority and as such prepared a little surprise for them, an ambush. It was not all that hard to set up and, when the enemy snipers opened fire upon the dummies they had prepared using their uniforms and strips of wire they were only too happy to retaliate, a few grenades flying in the midst of the rushing Aurum Domani forces from a flank whilst the rapid fire of an assault rifle could be heard behind the snipers, the Peacekeeper Commando outmanoeuvring the much larger enemy force.

With the element of surprise on their side, despite what the Aurum Domani Special Forces thought, and with a better positioning, it was only a matter of time before the threat was neutralized.

Skies Over Zaynah

The Aquilas were heading towards the Aleosite fighters earmarked to destroy them. Respectful of their rivals for the sky, the planes of Aleos greeted them with a salvo of missiles. It would not be the only greeting the Aurum Domani planes were going to receive though as many other pilots felt the need to greet them from a distant range, paying their respects with a long range air to air missile or two.

When all was said and done, the Aquilas would realize that there were up to five missiles per plane they had to deal with, not to mention the rapidly incoming hunters that launched them, armed with other missiles armed and ready to fire. The Peacekeepers would not allow any contender for these skies and if the price for this was drowning the enemy with fire power, then so be it!

Peacekeeping HQ, Mrahed.

Perhaps the hardest part of this operation was the recovery of valuable intel from the enemy. Team #7, assigned to perform this delicate mission was closing down on the headquarters of the enemy.

It was not exactly hard to avoid detection with all the commotion and chaos surrounding Zaynah, the air strikes also proving useful by providing numerous wreckages and coverage for the slow advance. The commando bid its time, waiting for the exact moment to strike and when they did, they could only add to the chaos. From pieces and bits of information collected so far, General Devon DeMilt was hiding here. But what was even more interesting and the team made sure that this bit of information reached the ears of Team #3, was the fact that the governor of this province was also hiding in a bunker, hidden deep in the bowels of the city.

Diverging from their original mission, Team #3 decided to pay a visit to the official, inviting him to a nice chat with the Interrogation Squads. It was only to their pleasure that the man started talking the moment they entered the room.

The facts the Aleosites found out from them would trigger an entirely new set of events, one that the Peacekeepers had a different and even more stringent need to see done. Who knew that in this forgotten corner of the world they would find the last link for their prophecy.

And while various teams had the pleasure of fulfilling their tasks, Team #11 found itself in a weird situation, the very commander of the Wagdian forces entering their assigned perimeter. As it was natural, they were not about to leave this golden chance slip between their finger.

OOC: Small edit done. Post discussed over mIRC with UFAN.

umm...zaynah doesn't have a coast.

OOC: Little late for that Zanski, this war'll be over soon anyway. Don't you worry what happens.

new invasion:
here (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=545959) UFAN, or AD or W or whatever, you have showed a lack of strength and interest, so I will have to end your rule over Zaynah now. Your soldiers will not be attacked, don't worry, but just get out.

OOC: Zanski, me and Wag have this uder control It'll be finished after the holidays. In the case that it doesn't get finished, basically me and WD lose everythign there and Aleos takes over. You go right ahead with that invasion. All that is left here are the finishing posts.