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Spizania

09-01-2008, 23:50

Axes flash, broadsword swing,
Shining armour's piercing ring
Horses run with polished shield,
Fight Those Bastards till They Yield
Midnight mare and blood red roan,
Fight to Keep this Land Your Own
Sound the horn and call the cry,
How Many of Them Can We Make Die!

Peurto Princessa Naval Base, Peurto Princessa

The massive steam turbine engines of the Warspite slowly brought it away from the dock as it got underway, the tugs that had helped it out of the dock rushed to get clear of the vessel before its bow wave fully formed, it was escorting the men and women of five marine and air cavalry divisions, fifty full regiments, to the Northern Australian Theatre, ready to smash the fascist scum.
Her escorts and carrier units were already outside of the dock, forming the picketing perimetre at a third the normal distance, a meer one hundred kilometres from the flag group and inner escorts which the transports would huddle amongst to provide them maximum protection from enemy strikes.
Another carrier task force was already on station approximately eleven hundred kilometres off of perth, scattering missile cruisers and aviation cruisers in clusters suitable for both point defence against any enemy naval or aviation strike while also allowing the fleet to block all enemy flagged freighters approaching the ports in the Western Australian Fascist territories.
The most powerful naval force in the fleet, indeed in the world, the famous First Battle Squadron was sortieing even now from Port Royale in Antarctica and heading north, readying to deploy a massive invasion group into the Western Territory, which should be able to crush the puny fascist hordes.

Follow orders as you're told,
Make Their Yellow Blood Run Cold
Fight until you die or drop,
A Force Like Ours is Hard to Stop
Close your mind to stress and pain,
Fight till You're No Longer Sane
Let not one damn cur pass by,
How Many of Them Can We Make Die!

Guided Missile Submarine CSS Broadsword, somewhere 900km off the Australian Coastline

The Broadsword had started life as a nuclear powered ballistic missile submarine before the genocidal lunatics in the TOA had started a thermonuclear war that had resulted in the temporary disarmament of the Confederacies Nuclear Detterent. Once this had occured the submarine had been surplus to requirements and had been refitted to carry large land attack guided missiles instead of her ballistic weapons. Now she would furfill her ultimate purpose by striking a blow against the enemies of the Confederacy.
Her armament now consisted of sixteen SL-N-5 "Robin" Surface to Surface missiles, similar in performance characteristics to the TOA's Immsdaal missiles that had so much damage in the confederacies' conflict with that giant organisation.
They were however far larger, almost as large as the SLBMs they had replaced, and thus carried a far larger warhead, either a bunker busting AP weapon or a simple unitary blast warhead. They were vicious weapons, and they would soon see there ultimate use.
All sixteen launch tubes on the submarine opened and the cold launch rocket motors throwed the weapons out of the tubes in a sheath of bubbles that stayed with the missiles as they accelerated towards the surface.
A few seconds later they breached the waters surface into the bright sunlight of the beautiful indian ocean dawn which was lit a few seconds later by masses of missile trails as the solid fuel engines threw the missiles into the correct flight profile in preperation for the ignation of the SCRAM/RAM hybrid engines that would power them for the majority of the flight.
They were targetted at centres of military communications and early warning systems, air defence systems and other similar targets, civilian targets and infrastructure was however not targetted, this was a mission of liberation. Sixteen submarines had launched missiles, leaving a total of 128 SL-N-5s inbound to the military targets mentioned earlier, and this was just the beginning. Six minutes until the hell began.

Guard your women and children well,
Send These Bastards Back to Hell
We'll teach them the ways of war,
They Won't Come Here Any More
Use your shield and use your head,
Fight till Every One is Dead
Raise the flag up to the sky,
How Many of Them Can We Make Die!

Guided Missile Aviation Vessel CSS Wandsworth, in the picket line off of Western Australia

The 3rd fleet, the formation tasked with the picket operation had been split up into its constituent battlegroups for an exercise when the attack order had been recieved, so the ships had broken off the exercised and moved into the correct posistions for the blockade, which had not required the force to join back up, reducing suspiscion as the ships had worked themselves into the correct posistions over the previous 48 hours through a series of manuevres that could easily be construed as those involved in hunting a pack of attack submarines. The attack submarines were however not fictional, they would be providing a suprise should the enemy summon the courage to come out and fight on the open seas.
The ships simply came to a stop in the predetermined posistions when the attack order came, however the picket vessels that had been ringing the seperate battlegroups broke formation and spread out into an extended line joining all the battlegroups up and completing a blockade that brought every route out of every stretch of coast in the Greater Australian Reich into range of the CSN's missile batteries while leaving the anti submarine protection of the capital ships in the hands of the close escorting vessels and the cruiser arm of the fleet.
Air Superiority Fighters were readied on every ship in the third fleet capable of deploying them while technicians ran checks to ensure all systems aboard the ships were operational.
Hell had been unleashed.

Dawn has broke, the time has come,
Move Your Feet to a Marching Drum
We'll win the war and pay the toll,
We'll Fight as One in Heart and Soul
Midnight mare and blood red roan,
Fight to Keep this Land Your Own
Sound the horn and call the cry,
How Many of Them Can We Make Die!

The end of your fascist regime has come, surrender to the honourable forces of the Confederacy and your nation will be spared the ignomy of defeat and occupation, face us at your peril, too many men and women have died to secure the freedom of the people of the Confederacy and indeed of the world for us to falter in our cause now.
Strength and Honour to the Confederacy and the Hammer of Freedom!

Axes flash, broadsword swing,
Shining armour's piercing ring
Horses run with polished shield,
Fight Those Bastards till They Yield
Midnight mare and blood red roan,
Fight to Keep this Land Your Own
Sound the horn and call the cry,
How Many of Them Can We Make Die!

Tristan Providence

10-01-2008, 16:25

Axes flash, broadsword swing,
Shining armour's piercing ring
Horses run with polished shield,
Fight Those Bastards till They Yield
Midnight mare and blood red roan,
Fight to Keep this Land Your Own
Sound the horn and call the cry,
How Many of Them Can We Make Die!

Peurto Princessa Naval Base, Peurto Princessa

The massive steam turbine engines of the Warspite slowly brought it away from the dock as it got underway, the tugs that had helped it out of the dock rushed to get clear of the vessel before its bow wave fully formed, it was escorting the men and women of five marine and air cavalry divisions, fifty full regiments, to the Northern Australian Theatre, ready to smash the fascist scum.
Her escorts and carrier units were already outside of the dock, forming the picketing perimetre at a third the normal distance, a meer one hundred kilometres from the flag group and inner escorts which the transports would huddle amongst to provide them maximum protection from enemy strikes.
Another carrier task force was already on station approximately seven hundred kilometres off of perth, scattering missile cruisers and aviation cruisers in clusters suitable for both point defence against any enemy naval or aviation strike while also allowing the fleet to block all enemy flagged freighters approaching the ports in the Western Australian Fascist territories.
The most powerful naval force in the fleet, indeed in the world, the famous First Battle Squadron was sortieing even now from Port Royale in Antarctica and heading north, readying to deploy a massive invasion group into the Western Territory, which should be able to crush the puny fascist hordes.

Follow orders as you're told,
Make Their Yellow Blood Run Cold
Fight until you die or drop,
A Force Like Ours is Hard to Stop
Close your mind to stress and pain,
Fight till You're No Longer Sane
Let not one damn cur pass by,
How Many of Them Can We Make Die!

Guided Missile Submarine CSS Broadsword, somewhere 900km off the Australian Coastline

The Broadsword had started life as a nuclear powered ballistic missile submarine before the genocidal lunatics in the TOA had started a thermonuclear war that had resulted in the temporary disarmament of the Confederacies Nuclear Detterent. Once this had occured the submarine had been surplus to requirements and had been refitted to carry large land attack guided missiles instead of her ballistic weapons. Now she would furfill her ultimate purpose by striking a blow against the enemies of the Confederacy.
Her armament now consisted of sixteen SL-N-5 "Robin" Surface to Surface missiles, similar in performance characteristics to the TOA's Immsdaal missiles that had so much damage in the confederacies' conflict with that giant organisation.
They were however far larger, almost as large as the SLBMs they had replaced, and thus carried a far larger warhead, either a bunker busting AP weapon or a simple unitary blast warhead. They were vicious weapons, and they would soon see there ultimate use.
All sixteen launch tubes on the submarine opened and the cold launch rocket motors throwed the weapons out of the tubes in a sheath of bubbles that stayed with the missiles as they accelerated towards the surface.
A few seconds later they breached the waters surface into the bright sunlight of the beautiful indian ocean dawn which was lit a few seconds later by masses of missile trails as the solid fuel engines threw the missiles into the correct flight profile in preperation for the ignation of the SCRAM/RAM hybrid engines that would power them for the majority of the flight.
They were targetted at centres of military communications and early warning systems, air defence systems and other similar targets, civilian targets and infrastructure was however not targetted, this was a mission of liberation. Sixteen submarines had launched missiles, leaving a total of 128 SL-N-5s inbound to the military targets mentioned earlier, and this was just the beginning. Six minutes until the hell began.

Guard your women and children well,
Send These Bastards Back to Hell
We'll teach them the ways of war,
They Won't Come Here Any More
Use your shield and use your head,
Fight till Every One is Dead
Raise the flag up to the sky,
How Many of Them Can We Make Die!

Guided Missile Aviation Vessel CSS Wandsworth, in the picket line off of Western Australia

The 3rd fleet, the formation tasked with the picket operation had been split up into its constituent battlegroups for an exercise when the attack order had been recieved, so the ships had broken off the exercised and moved into the correct posistions for the blockade, which had not required the force to join back up, reducing suspiscion as the ships had worked themselves into the correct posistions over the previous 48 hours through a series of manuevres that could easily be construed as those involved in hunting a pack of attack submarines. The attack submarines were however not fictional, they would be providing a suprise should the enemy summon the courage to come out and fight on the open seas.
The ships simply came to a stop in the predetermined posistions when the attack order came, however the picket vessels that had been ringing the seperate battlegroups broke formation and spread out into an extended line joining all the battlegroups up and completing a blockade that brought every route out of every stretch of coast in the Greater Australian Reich into range of the CSN's missile batteries while leaving the anti submarine protection of the capital ships in the hands of the close escorting vessels and the cruiser arm of the fleet.
Air Superiority Fighters were readied on every ship in the third fleet capable of deploying them while technicians ran checks to ensure all systems aboard the ships were operational.
Hell had been unleashed.

Dawn has broke, the time has come,
Move Your Feet to a Marching Drum
We'll win the war and pay the toll,
We'll Fight as One in Heart and Soul
Midnight mare and blood red roan,
Fight to Keep this Land Your Own
Sound the horn and call the cry,
How Many of Them Can We Make Die!

Axes flash, broadsword swing,
Shining armour's piercing ring
Horses run with polished shield,
Fight Those Bastards till They Yield
Midnight mare and blood red roan,
Fight to Keep this Land Your Own
Sound the horn and call the cry,
How Many of Them Can We Make Die!

OOC: First off I would like to say that it is a godmod to say you have something 700 Kilometers off my coast in your first post. So I would implore you to start from them leaving port to make this a fairer rp, no fleet can instantly teleport from one point to another. And I have seen that doing so ruins perfectly good RPs. Once you've fixed all of that I'll gladly put up my IC response.

Spizania

10-01-2008, 19:23

Tristan Providence

10-01-2008, 20:48

OOC: Oops yeah it is, but the Indian Ocean is a fairly well travelled area for my shipping, what with me having bases all over it, so i dont see why I cant have shipping which is meant to be "on maneuvres" in the area, when there probably is someone there most of the time. So il happily increase it to 1100km, but i dont think the fleet cant be in the theatre to start with

OOC: The thing with it was, I would have constant surveillance on your fleets with my satellites, as well as having one of my fleets shadowing yours. If you started getting closer I would have gone on full alert. But 1100km should be fine. I'll wait for you to change that and then have an IC response up in a bit.

Hirgizstan

10-01-2008, 21:37

Port Moresby, Papua New Guinea, Holy Republic of Hawdawg

Port Moresby was stunningly beautiful, a Pacific paradise of sandy beaches, crystal blue waters and lush green forests. For the Hirgizstanian Navy it had been a port of operations for some time, helping to anchor the nations prescene in the Pacific.

For the sailors stationed there it was as good as Hawaii, the Seychelles or parts of west Africa. It offered the familiarity of a friendly capital with whom the Hirgizstanians shared common interests and provided a strategic base for important operations. As well as that, the islands to the North West, on the other side of PNG from Port Moresby, provided some of the hariest shipping routes in the globe which enables training in precise manouevering and littoral operations.

The base's importance had only grown with the emergence of the Greater Australian Reich, a relatively new power and one that had, in a very short time, become a good ally and high status trading partner. Billions in currency flowed between the two countries and trade had already reached into the trillions in military supplies alone. Trade routes from the GAR to the COH, and indeed the GAR itself, had to be protected and Port Moresby was proved yet another wise move by the Government.

The Hirgizstanian 11th Fleet was currently based there, on the first few months of its one year rotation. The 11th had recently moved on from bases in Hawaii and before that in Oregon, thus operating in the Pacific was nothing unfamiliar to the sailors.

What was unfamiliar was the order to put the remaining two CVBG's to sea after hearing of Spizanian intentions regarding the GAR. At any one time, two CVBG's would be on patrol somewhere in the south Pacific, guarding trade routes and shipping. Putting the other two to sea usually meant a crisis situation and many of the sailors returning to their ships from shore leave were still in the dark about what was going on when the first ships began to cast-off from the sprawling facility at Port Moresby.

The other two CVBG's were in the middle of the so called 'Pacific Clock Patrol' that took them from Port Moresby into the northern most areas of the south pacific, up into the Marianas and Micronesia, considered '12 O'Clock' on the patrol. Then they would steam down through the various islands, through various Hirgizstanian territories, to Howland Island- the '3 O'Clock' position. After a short stop at Howland the CVBG's would then continue south west toward the northern tip of New Zealand, before running down the west Australian coast to Tasmania, the '6 O'Clock' position. Finally the ships would continue out into the west Pacific, usually go to or coming close to the Seychelles- the '9 O'Clock' position. From there it was a relatively straight route back to Port Moresby.

One of the 11th's CVBG's was traversing the islands in the South Pacific, making its way toward Howland Island. Upon receiving the message about the Spizanians, the ships turned west and steamed as fast as they dared towards the northern tip of Australia, now in Reich hands.

The other CVBG on patrol was exiting the Tasman sea and began to pick up speed at the news, ready to burst out from Southern Australia and greet the Spizanians with all guns.

Meanwhile, the two CVBG's still at port would make full speed to the west to break the Spizanian blockade and send their forces packing.

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ORBAT

11th Fleet (4 Carrier Battle Groups)

2 Imrpoved Nimitz Class CVN
2 Ronald Reagan Class CVN's
10 Sprunace Class
10 Ticonderoga Class
10 Arleigh Burke AEGIS Flight IIA
8 Oliver Hazard Perry Class
8 October Class
2 Iowa Class
8 Wolf Class
4 San Antonio Class
10 Hercules Class Supply Ship
10 Sea Shadow V
5 Torrent Class
2 Tiger IC Class
4 Missouri Class
5 Verzzano Class Flight II
2 THAADS Class
2 MEADS Class
2 Avenger Class
4 Emperor Class (Sub Tender)
4 Hampton Class Fleet Oiler

11th Submarine Force (Attached to 11th Fleet)
5 Los Angeles/688 Class
5 Seawolf Class
5 Ohio Class
5 Virginia Class
5 Vengeance Class
5 Hades Class

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OOC: FYI- Another Fleet is being sent from Djibouti and yet another is being sent from Oregon to assisst with two CVBG's and cover patrol routes vacated by the 11th Fleet. I didn't want to RP anymore, so I'll just make it known here whats going on.
Spiz- post an ORBAT, if you please.
Same for GAR.
Best to get them out of the way early for reference.

Tristan Providence

10-01-2008, 22:52

Reich Ministry of Defense Headquarters, Perth

The Reich ministry of defense headquarters was a huge 5 story, 7.3 million square foot building located in the Reich’s capital. It housed the Command offices of all 3 branches of the Reich military including the Minister of Defense's office. The dark grey brick sides of the building made the headquarters a virtual fortress that was impenetrable. Guards manned guard towers every 100 meters along the walls of the massive building. Armed with DH-123 Assault Rifles the guards trolled back and forth awaiting for their chance to guard the Fuhrers commanders. To enter the area around the Military headquarters one must go through a colossal security process that includes personnel and car searches. Any weapons or contraband found on your person or car could mean the brig for over 48 hours and then a large debriefing process. The end product is a security tight super fortress that houses the commanders of one of the most powerful militaries in the world.

Inside the military fortress on the west side a huge room was built. In this room over 100 technicians from all branches of the service watched satellite footage of every part of the world. Nobody on earth could water their lawn without the Reich knowing. This huge room’s center piece was a massive screens that showed a map of the world. The political layout and locations of known military force were highlighted on this board allowing for safe tracking of the world military to avoid unneeded conflict. In the rear of the room a glass panel much like a VIP box in a baseball stadium, held some key military figures. Lush comfy chairs circled a large coffee table on which laptops were placed strategically.

General Hubert of the Reich Luftwaffe stood diligently in front of the glass window overlooking the some 100 techs in the room below. The floor of the room was a bustle with activity. Men ran from station to station tracking the worlds military activates. One such station’s activites was about the change the course of events for that day. Obermaat Benjamin was working the 0900-1200 watch on an Indian Ocean observation station. He viewed slide after slide of the latest photos taken of the Indian Ocean. A few slides caught his attention, he got out of his seat and signaled to his supervisor to look at these pictures. Oberbootsmann Bastian, Benjamin's supervisor rushed over to his station. He leaned on the desk while he looked at the screen. The look on his face turned pale when he realized what he was looking at. Gathering his senses together he rushed over to his supervisor station and pushed a few buttons to bring the slides to the main screen. A few buzzes and beeps alerted the room to turn their attention to the slides. The pictures of the area 1000km away from Perth showed a massive buildup of Spizania navy ships. This could only mean one thing, Invasion

Kriegsmarine bases all around Australia began sounding the call to arms. Sailors began rushing towards the docks and onto their respective ships. Steam turbines and propellers fired up as engineers readied their ships to leave dock. The whole of the Reich fleet was on full alert and every ship that was available was sent out to protect the main land. The 1st fleet was sent out to counter the encroaching Spizania fleet in the Indian ocean. the 2nd fleet was deployed to protect Cape York from any attacks tat may come there.

http://i220.photobucket.com/albums/dd199/jamessavvy/GREATERREICH.png

To: Spizania
From: The Greater Australian Reich
We have detected one of your fleets encroaching on our territory. This is considered an act of war. We demand you stand down and return your forces to port, if you d not comply your fleet will be destroyed by the Reich’s military and its allies. This is your first and last warning, withdraw, or else.

Führer of the Greater Australian Reich, Joeri Willem

ORBAT:

1st Fleet (Indian Ocean)
Carrier Group No. 1 (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=13219482&postcount=13)- Perth KMS
Carrier Group No. 2 (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=13219492&postcount=14)- Silivan KMS
Carrier Group No. 6 (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=13200812&postcount=8)- Quincy KMS
Battle Group No. 1 (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=13200811&postcount=7)- Perth KMS
Battle Group No. 2 (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=13219528&postcount=18)- Perth KMS
Battle Group No. 3 (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=13219535&postcount=19)- Silivan KMS
Destroyer Squadron No. 2 (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=13219579&postcount=25)- Perth KMS
Destroyer Squadron No. 3 (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=13219583&postcount=26)- Silivan KMS
Destroyer Squadron No. 9 (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=13252246&postcount=52)- Bay KMS
Submarine Squadron No. 1 (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=13200827&postcount=9)- Bay KMS
Submarine Squadron No. 2 (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=13219612&postcount=32)- Bay KMS
Submarine Squadron No. 3 (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=13219617&postcount=33)- Bay KMS

1st Fleet (Christmas Island)
Destroyer Squadron No. 4 (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=13219587&postcount=27)- Christmas KMS

2nd Fleet (Cape York)
Carrier Group No. 3 (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=13219496&postcount=15)- Queensland KMS
Carrier Group No. 5 (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=13237956&postcount=49)- West KMS
Carrier Group No. 4 (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=13219508&postcount=16)- West KMS
Battle Group No. 4 (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=13219540&postcount=19)- West KMS
Battle Group No. 5 (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=13219546&postcount=20)- West KMS
Battle Group No. 6 (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=13227037&postcount=41)- Queensland KMS
Destroyer Squadron No. 5 (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=13219591&postcount=28)- West KMS
Destroyer Squadron No. 6 (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=13219595&postcount=29)- West KMS
Destroyer Squadron No. 7 (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=13219599&postcount=30)- West KMS
Destroyer Squadron No. 8 (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=13219601&postcount=31)- Queensland KMS
Submarine Squadron No. 4 (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=13219618&postcount=34)- West KMS
Submarine Squadron No. 5 (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=13219620&postcount=35)- Queensland KMS
Submarine Squadron No. 6 (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=13219624&postcount=36)- Queensland KMS

RomeW

11-01-2008, 10:25

Tristan Providence

11-01-2008, 17:20

Official Communique by the Roman Government

We are concerned by the Spizanian actions against the Greater Australian Reich. We believe they are fuelled by misunderstandings and hatred, and believe that if the GAR, as a new nation, were given the opportunity to express itself, such actions as undertaken by Spizania would not be occuring. We are also concerned this action would lead to undue unrest in Australia and thus we call for an immediate ceasefire and halt to actions or we will intervene.

Caesar Gnaeus Valerius IV Maderia

Secret IC to the Greater Australian Reich

We are prepared to offer whatever aid you request of us. We would also like to enquire about the availability of a GAR promotional video that we can send to Spizanian media outlets so as to counteract this Spizanian misinformation and nip public support for the war effort there.

Return Secret IC to the Roman Empire

We would fist off like to thank you and your great nation for your aid and support during these dark times. The Spizanian government is gravy mistaken for trying to mess with the Greater Australian Reich. As for a promotional video we do have such a video, it will be wired to you immediately. We thank you for your support. All hail the Roman Empire.

Fuhrer Williem

Cotland

11-01-2008, 17:50

[OOC: The events in this post are considered to be Top Secret IC]

Oslo

The clandestine War Cabinet assembled in the late evening in a conference room twenty floors below street-level simply known as “The Pit” to discuss the Spizanian attack on the GAR. The War Cabinet consisted of the Prime Minister, the Defense Minister, the Interior Minister, the Foreign Minister, the Joint Chiefs of Staff, and the head of the Intelligence Service. In war, it was these men and women who were responsible for making the war-related decisions in Cotland, as duly authorized by the King.

The meeting had lasted for an hour now, and the ministers and generals were through discussing the war and Cotland’s official stance on it – complete and utter neutrality. Now, it was time to discuss the covert stance Cotland was to take. The Cottish were greatly opposed to the GAR, having sent a grand total of one communiqués to the GAR where the Realm denounced the GAR and everything it stood for, and declared that it wouldn’t communiqué with the GAR until they had changed their ways from those of the Nazis. From the moment the GAR emerged on the world scene, war plans had been drawn up and were a very real option for the Cottish.

Current plans called for a massive air and sea attack originating in Cottish India. The attack would be started by surgical strikes against the GAR’s leadership and infrastructure using hypersonic cruise missiles and stealth aircraft with guided bombs, followed by a massive invasion that would cleanse the world of the GAR once and for all. However, that wasn’t an option at present due to the already heightened military readiness in the GAR, and that the current war plan of the month – codenamed “January Black 42C” – depended on the element of surprise. That, and the pledged allegiance from Hirgizstan, a TOA nation. Several TOA nations had made relations with the Nazi state, something the Cottish didn’t particularly like and that Cottish diplomats and officials had discreetly made their colleagues in the TOA nations in question know, and allout war with the GAR would worsen relations between the Realm and the TOA nations in question, something which simply wasn’t an option.

Thus, another option had to be found. Well, technically it had already been found, although the War Cabinet had to debate the option before making a decision. It was the Commanding Admiral of the Navy who had proposed it: A covert strike carried out by Cottish submarines.

The submarines in question, the Admiral said, would be the three nuclear attack submarines already in theatre. These submarines were of the new Tigerhai class, and they were arguably the quietest and most advanced nuclear submarines in existence today, possibly even rivalling the suspected and highly secret Layartebian submarine classes in stealth. The submarines were already in place, and they were armed with highly advanced and powerful weaponry. Their captains were all loyal and experienced submariners who knew their trade and who had combat experience. These captains could take their submarines up against GAR shipping and inflict heavy losses.

The kicker, the Admiral continued after describing the submarines, was that the Cottish had plausible deniability. If the submarine attacks were discovered, the GAR would believe that they were Spizanian subs, and the strikes against the GAR shipping would be believed to be the result of Spizanian attacks. Plausible deniability was guaranteed. Of course, the Cottish risked not one, but three two-point-one billion dollar pieces of military hardware and over three hundred and thirty lives, but those were deemed to be acceptable losses if it meant clipping the GAR’s fleet, which in turn meant that the chances of a GAR invasion of South India – a very real threat to Cottish military planners – would be even further diminished.

The true risk lay in the Hirgizstani Navy. The Hirgizstanis were close allies with not only the Realm, but apparently also the GAR, which meant that if the Hirgizstanis against all odds were to detect the Cottish submarines, the Cottish submarines would be facing a big problem. Do they return fire and attack some of their closest allies, or do they do nothing and die at the hands of said allies? This posed a big problem, and it was discussed thoroughly by the War Cabinet.

Eventually, it was decided that a compromise had to be found, and one was found shortly thereafter. It was decided that the submarines in the area would stay in the distance, simply monitoring, save for one submarine which was to proceed into the area of operations and begin carrying out restricted warfare against the GAR, concentrating on military vessels. A number of restrictions were to be placed on the submarine, including banning the captain from using his twelve BBM.20A Imsdal cruise missiles, as those would be a dead give-away that the Cottish were getting involved, and to stay well clear of any Hirgizstani naval forces that might be in the area.

The Cottish would deny every involvement in the conflict, and knowledge of the Cottish involvement would be strictly compartmentalized. Only the War Cabinet, the crew of the submarine in question, and selected members of the Intelligence Service would know about the operation, and of them, only the War Cabinet would know the full picture. As far as the world was concerned, the attacks that would be carried out against the GAR would be Spizanian in origin. Save of course for Spizania, who would be completely and utterly confused and deny everything, something which the world most likely wouldn’t believe. There was absolutely no logical reason known to the world in general for the Cottish to join the conflict, and there was no way to prove that the Cottish had anything to do with things.

S-253
Tigerhai class SSN
~700 KM S-SW of Christmas Island

The submarine was lurking slowly up from its cruising depth of four hundred meters to the periscope depth of eighteen meters in order to raise its communications antennas to check in as per standard operating procedure. Inside the submarine, the captain was pacing the deck of the command center (CONN), slightly nervous as the submarine emerged from the relative safety of the cold depth and up closer to the surface, where the risk of detection was greater. SONAR guaranteed the captain that there were no surface contacts within a hundred kilometres, but the captain was still nervous. There could be an enemy helicopter or a patrol plane that could detect the 117 meter long nuclear attack submarine and mistake it for a Spizanian/GAR submarine. After all, the submarine was located in the middle of a real shooting war, and in real shooting wars, people got nervous and made mistakes they normally wouldn’t make.

As the submarine reached the periscope depth, the captain ordered the communications antenna, a thin metal antenna that was almost impossible to detect with eyeballs from one kilometre away, and impossible from several kilometres, and waited while the antenna uplinked with the orbiting military communications satellite and downloaded the waiting messages. Less than a minute later, a red light started flashing and a voice came over the speakers.

“Comms, Conn. We have an incoming emergency action message, recommend alert one. Recommend alert one.”

The captain looked over to the first officer and just nodded. The first officer returned the nod before making his way the nine meters back in the submarine into the small compartment where two non-commissioned officers had their station, manning the communications equipment.

A minute later, the first officer returned with the message while the two officers who were next up in the chain of command – the weapons officer and the navigation officer – came over to the command platform with a plastic-encased red piece of paper. In front of the captain and first officer, the navigation officer broke open the plastic seal and took the piece of paper out before reading it out loud.

“Yankee Yankee Alpha Sierra November Foxtrot.”

The first officer compared the phonetic letters the navigation officer had just read out loud with the six letters on the top of the message before listening to the weapons officer repeat the same phonetic letters. He then took the note and compared the letters himself before he stated, “Message is authentic sir.”

The message was handed over to the next in the chain of command, the navigation officer, who also compared the message and concluded, “I confirm that the message is authentic sir.”

“The message is confirmed to be authentic. Please read it.” Said the captain.

“To S-253. From MOPKOM. Message begins. One: Submarine S-253 is ordered to at once commence offensive operations against GAR naval assets. Two: Exercise extreme caution. Three: Under no circumstances will civilian, allied or Spizanian vessels or aircraft be engaged. Four: Operation is classified Beyond Top Secret. Five: Use of BBM.20 cruise missiles is banned. Six: Submarine S-253 will under no circumstances venture closer than four hundred kilometres of GAR territory. Seven: Operations will continue until further notice. Eight: New ROE in effect as of 110108 1600 Zulu. Nine: Good hunting. Commander MOPKOM sends. Message ends.”

The navigation officer looked up from the message and at the officers assembled at the command area, handing the message to the Captain. Around the command area, the conn crew had all stopped what they had been doing and just looked at the officers, having overheard the new orders. Things had just taken a turn for the uglier.

It was the captain who finally broke the silence when he grabbed the intercom.

“All hands, this is the Captain. We’ve received new orders, ordering us to begin offensive operations against naval assets belonging to the Greater Australian Reich. Before you begin wondering if there’s a war on, I want you all to know that this operation is classified Beyond Top Secret, which means that you aren’t even allowed to think about it. That means that there’s a good chance that we’re going to be fighting a secret war that Oslo don’t want anyone to know that we’re involved in. I’m not sure why we’re going to do this, but I know why it was us who got the job. We got it because we’re the best, and this is our chance to prove that we are. Until further notice, we are to go to war stations. There are now going to be two shifts per day for each man, six hour on, six hours off. Remember your training, trust your officers and fellow shipmates, and have confidence in our ship, and you’ll all get through this. Good hunting to you all.”

With that said, the captain returned the intercom to its cradle as he started barking out orders.

“Conn, take us back to four hundred meters. Sonar, we have thirty-six torpedoes that want to be used. Find me some targets. Weapons, make sure all our fish are ready to swim. Everyone else, stand to your stations.”

Immediately, the crew began doing as ordered while the captain sat down in his chair, quietly observing his crew in action as the submarine slipped back down to the dark abyss, lurking along at seven knots, completely silent and undetectable on sonar. It was only a matter of time before the first target of opportunity – most likely one of the four destroyers the GAR had stationed at Christmas Island – would appear, and the S-253 would get a chance to ‘simulate’ being a Spizanian submarine.

Spizania

11-01-2008, 19:34

Tristan Providence

11-01-2008, 20:28

~Snip~

With the raised GaR Alert level, Christmas Island became a beehive of military activity. The Kriegsmarine began running patrols around the coast of the island, The Kriegsmarine Heer began fortifying beach heads, and the Luftwaffe began running air patrols. The Luftwaffe in general was running 3 Types of Patrols. Air Superiority Patrol with their F-63K Tengriy Definitive Air Superiority Fighters, Anti Surface threat Patrols, with their F-15E Strike Eagles, and Anti Submarine Warfare patrols, with their prized P-3 Orion’s. In 4 hours shifts the P-3 crews would fly up and patrol an 800km radius around the island. Each watch there would be a total of 5 P-3s in the air, dividing the islands radius into 5 Sections, Alpha, Bravo, Charlie, Delta, and Echo ranges. This would allow for a more effective security from sub surface threats.

One such P-3 crew was on patrol in the Echo range during the 1100-1400 shifts. The turbo props of the Orion buzzed through the air as the crew closely monitored the sonar screens. The captain of the P-3 lowered the altitude of the plane as he prepared his crew to drop a sonar buoy. "Coming up on drop location Niner, Prepare sonar buoy, drop on my mark.... MARK." Right on queue a sonar buoy was heaved into the sea as the P-3 continued its patrol. The sonar crew began watching the feedback coming from the active sonar buoy. Ping.....Ping.....Ping.....Ping...Ping..Ping.Ping. "Sir, We have something on Active sonar, Coordinates confirmed at Echo, Niner, Four." One of the sonar technicians alerted. This could only mean one thing, a Spiznia submarine was in the area. With the raised alert level, any subsurface contacts not identified as friendly were to be sunk immediately. Being loyal and experienced Reich Crewmen, they did as they were beckoned and prepared 2 Mark 54 LHT Lightweight Anti Submarine torpedos for drop. The metallic beasts were mounted in the Bombay of the aircraft and were just itching to be put into action. The plane swung around to line it self up with its prey. "5...4...3...2...1...Mark" The first torpedo was dropped in to the water. It quickly activated and began homing onto its assigned target. The metal hull on the huge nuclear submarine, would not be a hard target to find for such and advanced torpedo. "5...4...3...2...1...Mark." The second torpedo was in the water, and its propeller spinning as it homed in on its metallic target. "All Torpedoes launched Sir, Requesting further orders!" The crewmen announced to the Commander. "Standby." As the crew stood by the P-3 began circling the location of its prey like a buzzard on the hunt.

At the same time the message has already been sent back to Christmas Station that a submarine had been found via Active Sonar. With this new, vital information Christmas Station put the alert out to the 4 Tenacious Class DDGNs waiting around the island. Their orders were to begin backing the P-3 crew up with some heavy firepower, which meant the crews of the Destroyers were to prepare for the worst, nuclear strike against Christmas Island. The 96 VLS cells of the 4 Destroyers were prepared to launch a full nuclear interdiction shield to protect the citizens of Christmas Island.

Cotland

11-01-2008, 22:23

The S-243’s SONAR operators were at a heightened state of alert, with the submarine lurking at seven knots at a depth of 400 meters, moving on a north-eastern heading. The submarine was very quiet and a hole in the water, impossible to hear at passive SONAR even if the listener sat a mere kilometer away.

This particular submarine had been commissioned into the fleet a mere year ago and had been assigned to the 15. Submarine Group operating out from the submarine base at Kochi, which was the Royal Cottish Navy’s primary naval base in South India. It was one of the newest and most advanced submarines in the world, and the designers had taken particularly great care to give the newest class of submarines to enter service the best possible chances of surviving the perilous oceans of the world. For starters, the Tigerhai class had been constructed in an experimental non-magnetic steel alloy called HY-130, with an outer hull and the internal pressure hull constructed primarily of this metal, which was rated to withstand the pressures of depths up to seven hundred meters, with the crush depth being seven hundred and twenty-five meters. A highly classified foam-like substance had been used to fill the gap between the two hulls, and formed an almost sound-tight barrier that greatly diminished the sounds released from the submarine’s interior, including the CNE-55A Pressurized Water Nuclear Reactor which provided power enough through the submarine’s single pumpjet propulsor for it to move at a maximum submerged speed of thirty-seven knots. This provided ample protection from the threat posed by passive SONARs.

However, there were also a little thing called active SONAR which posed an even greater threat to the safety of the submarine, and the designers had decided to reduce this threat by covering the entirety of the ship’s hull in a ten centimeter thick rubber-like substance which absorbed sound very effectively, making it far more difficult for sound waves emitted from for instance active SONAR arrays to detect the submarine. The outer substance also provided an additional safeguard from passive SONAR detecting the submarine, making it damn near impossible for an active SONAR to detect the submarine unless it was within ten thousand meters, and even then it would sound very faint, perhaps more alike to a biological contact such as a whale than to a man-made object such as a submarine.

Unfortunately, it seemed that S-243 was having a little streak of bad luck. Only four hours after receiving their orders, the slightly panicked voice of the SONAR operator came over the conn’s intercom immediately after the first series of pings hit the submarine’s hull.

“Conn, SONAR, we’re being pinged! Large series of pings at bearing 2-4-0… Torpedo torpedo torpedo! Torpedo in the water, bearing 2-4-0, distance fourteen thousand meters! Two torpedoes in the water, bearings 2-4-0, 2-4-2! Speed thirty-two knots!”

Immediately the ship sprung to work.

“All ahead flank! Diving officer, take us to seven hundred meters as fast as she can handle it! Weapons, stand by countermeasures. Fire at my command. Helm, take us to bearing… zero-five-one. Get us on a course heading directly away from the torpedoes. SONAR, can you tell me anything about the incoming fish?”

Anyone listening to a passive SONAR system in the area would by now hear a massive increase in sound as the nuclear reactor aboard the S-243 started churning out horsepowers to the pumpjet propulsor which quickly took the submarine way past the tactical silent speed of sixteen knots, and from the creaking of the hull as the submarine quickly decended further down in the deep ocean, heading for the magical limit of seven hundred meters. Anyone who had encountered Cottish submarines before would recognize the distinct sound of a Cottish-made pumpjet propulsor and be able to venture a reasonably accurate guess as to the identity, or at the very least the nationality of the submarine. The Tigerhai class was currently being operated by two nation-states in the world: The Realm of Cotland, and the Holy Republic of Hawdawg. The Cottish could still deny any involvement if confronted.

A moment later, the SONAR operator came with some good news.

“Conn, SONAR. It sounds like the incoming fish are either Mark 46s or Mark 54s judging from the propulsors. They’re pinging awfully active sir.”

“Understood. Good job SONAR.” The captain said before sitting down in his seat, drawing a sigh of relief. He had been a weapons officer before being elevated to command, and he knew his adversary in and out. The Mark 54 LHT torpedo was a further development of the venerable Mark 46, with the same propulsion plant as the Mark 46 while having gotten its body and big warhead from the Mark 50 torpedo. The reason the captain was relieved was because the Mark 54 was designed for littoral operations, not operations in the high seas like its predecessor the Mark 46 was, and did not preform particularly well in deep water.

Being based off the venerable Mark 46 meant among other things that it had gotten the same weakness that the Mark 46 had suffered in terms of its propulsion plant, which was unable to cope with the pressure of depths below four hundred meters. This was in part why the recommended operating depth of the Mark 46 had never exceeded roughly 365 meters, almost half the depth the S-243 was now leveling off at. The Mark 54 was an excellent weapon, having exceeded expectations in terms of target locating ability and weapons placement accuracy in testing, but that was of very little use when the target simply was far too deep for the torpedo to reach without imploding!

This knowledge was why the captain’s voice was relieved when he spoke, whispering, as if he was afraid that someone might hear him. He was.

“Helm, slow us back down to tactical silent speed. Diving officer, take us up to six hundred and thirty-five meters, smartly if you please, and change our heading to one-niner-zero degrees. Weapons, release one countermeasure into the sea. Make the enemy think we’re still down here. Rig for ultra-silent running.”

The crew nodded and did as ordered. The submarine slowed down to twelve knots, still way below the tactical silent speed, and the cavitations that had revealed the submarine’s location and presence to anyone listening ceased, making the submarine a hole in the water again. Just before the submarine crept below the silent speed, a single sound-making countermeasure had been ejected from one of the submarine’s reloadable countermeasure launchers and continued to make sound, making anyone who was listening think that the submarine was still that far deep, while in fact the submarine was slowly and silently making its way up seventy-five meters and turning slowly to another heading, creeping quietly away from the area.

The submarine was rigged for ultra-silent running, which meant shutting down anything not essential for running the submarine and fighting, and the submarine was literarily quiet as the grave as it moved further and further away from the string of SONAR buoys deployed by the GAR. Another detection of the submarine was considered unlikely, although the Cottish had learned an important lesson: The GAR had very skilled SONAR operators that were not to be underestimated.

[OOC: A full description of the Tigerhai class can be found here (http://z4.invisionfree.com/NSDraftroom/index.php?showtopic=1767).]

Hirgizstan

11-01-2008, 22:59

1st Battle Squadron and supporting units
6 Admiral-class battlecruisers
10 Eagle-class fleet carriers
16 County-class heavy cruisers
32 Town-class [GPE] General Purpose Escort Cruisers
16 Town-class [PCV] General Purpose Escort Cruisers
12 Borough class guided missile aviation vessels
16 Captain class Destroyer Leaders
48 23 class ASW Destroyers
24 231 class AD Destroyers
12 12 Radar Picketing Destroyers
76 180 Class Guided Missile Frigates
Associated Transports and support vessels

Warspite strike group
2 Warspite class battleships
5 Eagle-class fleet carriers
8 County-class heavy cruisers
16 Town-class [GPE] General Purpose Escort Cruisers
8 Town-class [PCV] General Purpose Escort Cruisers
6 Borough class guided missile aviation vessels
8 Captain class Destroyer Leaders
24 23 class ASW Destroyers
12 231 class AD Destroyers
6 12 Radar Picketing Destroyers
38 180 Class Guided Missile Frigates
Associated Transports and support vessels

Picket Group
8 City-class Strike Cruisers
4 Eagle class Fleet Aircraft Carriers
8 County-class heavy cruisers
16 Town-class [GPE] General Purpose Escort Cruisers
8 Town-class [PCV] General Purpose Escort Cruisers
23 Borough class guided missile aviation vessels
8 Captain class Destroyer Leaders
24 23 class ASW Destroyers
12 231 class AD Destroyers
16 12 Radar Picketing Destroyers
38 180 Class Guided Missile Frigates
144 River class Ocean Going Avisos
48 Current Generation SSNs of various types
16 Current Generation SSGNs of various types [NOTE: NOW RELOADING ORDANANCE AND SUPPLIES FROM FLEET TENDERS]
24 325 class SSKs
Associated Transports and support vessels

OOC: did you see my missile strike? and no props for using March of Cambreadth? :(

OOC: I call GOD MOD. You are a small nation, for a start where on earth would you get that much steel? Not to mention uranium for nuclear reactors on some ships? What about fine metal needed for missile components? How about manpower? What about your budget?
Tell you what, let us see your ENTIRE military, just to see how much of a rip that is. There is no way, no how, you could have all that stuff.
Either you seriously get to grips with basic economics in the next 24 hours or your edit a hell of a lot. You cannot possibly justify all that based on the kind of nation you are on E2, unless what you have described is 95% of your ENTIRE Navy- that I could believe, but I suspect it is not. (To everyone- for comparison look at my fleet and then one of his- bare in mind my nation is a lot bigger and has the 2nd largest arms manufacturing industry in E2. I'm sure you'll find it as ludicrous as I do.)

Cotland

11-01-2008, 23:02

Eh, Hirg?

Spizania: Antarctica (part), Baker Island, Brazil (Minas Gerais), Maldives, Oman, Philippines (Palawan), South Shetland Islands, United Arab Emirates (part), Yemen (Al Jawf, Al Mahrah, Hadramaut, Socotra)
I hate to say this, but that makes him a tad more than a "tiny island based nation" IMO.

Hirgizstan

11-01-2008, 23:11

Eh, Hirg?

I hate to say this, but that makes him a tad more than a "tiny island based nation" IMO.

I take your point. Edited my post to that affect. Still doesn't change anything.

Spizania

12-01-2008, 00:02

OOC: I call GOD MOD. You are a small nation, for a start where on earth would you get that much steel? Not to mention uranium for nuclear reactors on some ships? What about fine metal needed for missile components? How about manpower? What about your budget?
Tell you what, let us see your ENTIRE military, just to see how much of a rip that is. There is no way, no how, you could have all that stuff.
Either you seriously get to grips with basic economics in the next 24 hours or your edit a hell of a lot. You cannot possibly justify all that based on the kind of nation you are on E2, unless what you have described is 95% of your ENTIRE Navy- that I could believe, but I suspect it is not. (To everyone- for comparison look at my fleet and then one of his- bare in mind my nation is a lot bigger and has the 2nd largest arms manufacturing industry in E2. I'm sure you'll find it as ludicrous as I do.)

Firstly Uranium: The only nuclear powered surface ships on that list are the Admiral classes and the City-classes, and those use a primarily U-233/Thorium fuel cycle.
Secondly: You are rather arrogant in your assumption that you have the "second largest arms industry in earth II" and that i cannot possibly have a sizeable industrial base.
Thirdly: I dont think silicon and iron are rare materials, neither is aluminium and titanium is not exactly running out, so actually look up this up, also i believe Earth II suspends disbelief in regards to resource usage, otherwise the world would be starving. In addition you have not acquired as to teh size and strength of my ground forces or my air forces, which is not groaning under the weight of two hundred thousand plus nuclear weapons (which according to your offsite factbook, you possess), it is also not toting the massively expensive and oversized SDI system that you claim is capable of surviving an orbital cascade completely unscathed. My fleet is not that excessive in comparison, being composed of comparitavely simple conventionally propelled warships for the most part.
I would also not define 7,402,176.34 square kilometres as "small", this is an area in nearly equal to that of the nation of Australia, which is currently the sixth largest nation in the RL earth. Also, i am a nation of two billion people, so this is not a comparitively large amount of manpower.

Hirgizstan

12-01-2008, 00:20

OOC: I'm taking this for moderation. No point in flaming this thread up. Lets see what Lay and Mari have to say.

Tristan Providence

12-01-2008, 00:38

Spizania

12-01-2008, 01:18

1stly: 14 ships is a good amount of Uranium, you couldn't get a hold of that unless you traded from someone else. I would like to note, NONE of your Territories hold Uranium.
2ndly: Hirg is the biggest Nation on E2, and sells arms to myself, and I'm sure to other nations, so the Assumption that he is being "arrogant" is wrong.
3rdly: Resources can not be pulled out of thin air. You can't just say, "Oh I have lots of Iron." None- of your land claims have any of those resources mentioned, with the exception of Antarctica, but good luck harvesting it from there, also Antarctica is not going to have that much Iron.
As for your 7,402,176.34 square kilometers, I would like to note that 6,188,235 kilometers of that is barren Antarctican wasteland that bares no economic use.
As for having 2 billion people, if you ask me that’s a bit cramped. You only have 1,213,941 square Km of habitable land. That’s a bit crowded and looking at your resources and the number of jobs you’re going to be able to offer, most of your population lives in poverty.

I do not need uranium to power those vessels, i need thorium, which is far more common and is widely scattered across the surface of the planet.
Secondly, it is, since for instance Layarteb seems to sell arms to half the world, as does Soviet Bloc [in addition Russia and China are the largest nations on RL earth by area and population respectively and neither of them are the largest trader of arms], thirdly, Iron is everywhere, there is a tonne of it in my back garden, finally, have you been paying attention to any of my posts since the start of your time on Earth II, although i accept that my posts largely predate your entry, in which i have stated time and again that i do have cities in Antarctica through a mechanism that I will happily explain time and again. And do you have any means to determine what my economy is based on? And i thought this RP used NS economic stats to start with?

Tristan Providence

12-01-2008, 01:28

I do not uranium to power those vessels, i need thorium, which is far more common and is widely scattered across the surface of the planet.
Secondly, it is, since for instance Layarteb seems to sell arms to half the world, as does Soviet Bloc, thirdly, Iron is everywhere, there is a tonne of it in my back garden, finally, have you been paying attention to any of my posts since the start of your time on Earth II, although i accept that my posts largely predate your entry, in which i have stated time and again that i do have cities in Antarctica through a mechanism that I will happily explain time and again. And do you have any means to determine what my economy is based on? And i thought this RP used NS economic stats to start with?

The Temperatures in Antarctica and get down to -94°F in the winter. For someone to live there as well as being productive in any sort of trade would be extremely hard. And Iron is not everywhere. According to CIA world fact book, the only land claim that you hold that has Iron is Antarctica. You can not fairly say that Iron is everywhere.

Marimaia

12-01-2008, 03:11

Pushka

12-01-2008, 05:29

SECRET IC

Kremlin, Voronej, Russian Federation

Vassily Rodnikov one of Presidential advisers walked into Igor's office. Igor was sitting behind his desk taking his planned ten minute break before getting back to work. His desk was filled with numerous fat plastic notebooks, the official copy of the "Russian Federation Constitution and Law Codex" was sitting on top of several large, used up, yellow notepads.

"I am a bit busy right now working on my masterpiece...whatever you called me about better be urgent."

He said to Vassily in a calm, a little frustrated tone.

"A new development in the Pacific Gospodin President. Spizania launched an attack on GAR and we believe that the nation of Hirgizstan may attempt to sway the odds into GARs favor by actively participating in the conflict against Spizania."

"Hmm...keep me posted on whats going on, right now we're neutral so if anyone from the Ministry of Defense comes to your office asking what I think our position should be tell them that I said that we currently don't have a position, and then tell them to go to hell. Those bastards need to learn to wait until I tell them what I think instead of sneaking around for bits of information. As much as we many not like Spizania we don't like GAR even more, we don't need nazies breathing the same air we do. Hirgizstan's actions are to be expected, whenever someone strikes against the forces of evil on this earth Hirgizstan will be there trying to help that evil out. If it gets to Spizanian homeland then we will get involved, otherwise Australia is currently non of our business. Now if you excuse me, please leave, I got more important things to worry about. And remember not a word to the military past what I said about our neutrality, they get an idea in their head and then they'll start assuming things..."

"Of course Gospodin President."

Vassily left the room, Igor got back to his notepads.

Hawdawg

12-01-2008, 06:01

Official Response from the Holy Republic of Hawdawg

We demand the Spizanian Government withdraw from hostile activities against the GAR. Your nation has demonstrated carelessness in past actions (i.e. the destruction of countless satellites) and we are concerned this action could escalate into something beyond conventional means. We would be willing to offer a neutral location for both sides to discuss terms if needed.

-PM Gordon Wells

OOC: Responses from all parties engaged will determine the level of intervention the Holy Republic injects into this situation.

RomeW

12-01-2008, 07:26

Return Secret IC to the Roman Empire

We would fist off like to thank you and your great nation for your aid and support during these dark times. The Spizanian government is gravy mistaken for trying to mess with the Greater Australian Reich. As for a promotional video we do have such a video, it will be wired to you immediately. We thank you for your support. All hail the Roman Empire.

Fuhrer Williem

Within minutes of receiving the video, Valerius had it mailed to every media outlet in Spizania that he could find, including any major independent filmmakers and networks, as well as uploaded it onto Spizanian-frequented video Web Sites. He also sent a copy to the Spizanian Government, hoping the video would correct any misunderstandings the Spizanians had for the newly-born GAR.

Official Response from the Holy Republic of Hawdawg

We demand the Spizanian Government withdraw from hostile activities against the GAR. Your nation has demonstrated carelessness in past actions (i.e. the destruction of countless satellites) and we are concerned this action could escalate into something beyond conventional means. We would be willing to offer a neutral location for both sides to discuss terms if needed.

-PM Gordon Wells

We also echo the call for peace and hope that all parties can be brought forward to resolve their differences diplomatically. We also feel that because this action was brought upon by misunderstandings regarding the GAR, we feel it is pertinent that the GAR be given the opportunity on the world stage to express who they truly are. We have in our possession a GAR promotional video with which we would like to broadcast in the appropriate venue, as it does very well to show the true colours of the GAR. We recognize much of the world (including ourselves) hold different opinions to country management than the GAR does, but that by no means it is only worthy of disrespect, since we believe nations should be truly independent in that polities be concerned solely with how their own countries run and not how other nations conduct their own business. The GAR has earned its right to sovereignty and thus see no justification for its abridgement.

Caesar Gnaeus Valerius IV Maderia

OOC: Tristan Providence, have you come up with the video's contents?

Pushka

12-01-2008, 09:28

OOC: Rome just a quick little thing here, I think you should read Trist's factbook.

RomeW

12-01-2008, 21:58

OOC: Rome just a quick little thing here, I think you should read Trist's factbook.

OOC: I did. I'm not going to simply assume that it's just going to rehash the Factbook (since I don't know what Tristan Providence wants to present there and, probably, not *all* of it is going to be of use in promoting the country) and might address some concerns- i.e., "it's been said we're racists, but really we believe in a class-based system where everyone in our society has their roles in which each contribute in some way to the Reich."

Hirgizstan

12-01-2008, 22:52

OFFICIAL COMMUNICATION

http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/Karl187/COHSeal.jpg

TO: Greater Australian Reich, Ministry of Defense
FROM: COH Department of Defense
SUBJECT: Ground Troops
ENCRYPT-MAX

As of current time Hirgizstanian forces in North America are being readied for possible action in the Pacific. Ultimately we would like to begin flying ground forces into the Reich as soon as possible to prepare to defend against Spizanian actions.

We need clearance for escort fighter planes and large cargo aircraft. Ideally a spot not close to Perth would be better to avoid Confederate aircraft and we would need for you to agree with Terronian to allow our aircraft through their airspace. If you can arrange this, we can have the first forces on the ground in 18 hours.

MESSAGE ENDS

Layarteb

13-01-2008, 00:04

(OOC: Due to a great deal of discussion going on here, I've created an OOC thread on the offsite forum for you guys - http://theforsakenoutlaw.com/phpBB2/viewtopic.php?p=9925#9925

Spiz, I think it would be a good idea to post your complete national military in the OOC thread, as that would help clear up certain confusions and get this RP moving again)

OOC: I added my 2 cents to this. I'd advise all to go there and check it out so you don't get in trouble here. NS has a lot of unofficial "police" players who are very nosey.

Cotland

13-01-2008, 16:54

OOC: Waiting for Tristian to either take the bair and let my sub slip away or try to find it again before my next post. Glad to see we got the RP going again.

Hirgizstan

13-01-2008, 17:56

11th Fleet, 1st CVBG- Off Southern Australia

[ORBAT-1ST CVBG:

1 Ronald Reagan Class CVN
3 Ticonderoga Class
3 Sprunace Class
3 Arleigh Burke Class
2 Oliver Hazard Perry Class
2 October Class
1 Iowa Class
2 Wolf Class
1 San Antonio Class
3 Sea Shadow V
1 Torrent Class
1 Tiger Class
1 Missouri Class
2 Verrazano Class
1 MEADS Frigate
1 THAADS Cruiser]

As of yet the northernmost two CVBG's, steaming quickly west of Port Moresby, had not yet closed enough range to fire missiles, but it was another story for the 1st CVBG, which was south of Australia, somewhere between Esperance and Albany.

The bridge of the HNS Tripoli, a Ronald Reagan Class Carrier, was the HQ of the whole CVBG. The endless blue skies and pearl blue waters of the Pacific would have almost been another perfect day for the sailors aboard the ships. But just beyond the horizon lurked the enemy, ready to attack millions of innocent people in the GAR for no good reason.

The Hirgizstanian Navy would not...could not...let that happen. The Spizanians were foolish to think they could achieve anything. Their weakness had been proven in the Gulf War and it would be proven once more at the hands of the Hirgizstanian military.

Admiral Wesley D. Stavi was the CINC of the 1st CVBG, and he stood at the front windows of the castle aboard the Tripoli. The whirr, click and drone of the electric systems and the pitch of the ship was natural to his ears and body. There was nothing better in the world than being a Navy Officer.

From behind him his XO appeared from the stairwell and the Admiral turned as the XO spoke, "Admiral, all ships report ready."

The Admiral simply grunted and followed the XO down to the Operations deck, which was bathed in low blue light and lit up partly by the multi-colored displays and computer screens that filled the huge space. Sailors walked to and fro and others sat at monitors, while others studied map displays that showed the Hirgizstanian Battle Network and the friendly and known enemy forces in the area.

The Spizanian fleet was being tracked by satellite, something the Confederacy had tried to put an end to some time ago with an Orbital Cascade weapon that had cost the Commonwealth very dearly, knocking out SAAMDS operations for a long time, as well as costing the military and civilian satellite sectors Trillions of Credits in repairs and re-launches. But it would take more than a bunch of wayward tin-pot crazies to stop the Commonwealth.

The Admiral stood at the main information screen and looked at the flashing missile symbols next to many of the ships in the CVBG. That meant those that were capable of firing cruise missiles were ready.

In all 1,733 Missiles could be fired, and 1,250 would be BGM-203 Imsdal's, while the rest would be the BGM-310 Penguin ASCM (Anti-Ship Cruise Missile).

[Target List:
1st Battle Squadron and supporting units
6 Admiral-class battlecruisers= 10 Missiles Each (60 in all)
10 Eagle-class fleet carriers= 10 Missiles Each (100 in all)
16 County-class heavy cruisers= 10 Missiles Each (160 in all)
32 Town-class [GPE] General Purpose Escort Cruisers= 5 Missiles Each (160 in all)
16 Town-class [PCV] General Purpose Escort Cruisers= 4 Missiles Each (64 in all)
12 Borough class guided missile aviation vessels= 4 Missiles Each (48 in all)
16 Captain class Destroyer Leaders= 4 Missiles Each (64 in all)
48 23 class ASW Destroyers= 3 Missiles Each (144 in all)
24 231 class AD Destroyers= 3 Missiles Each (72 in all)
12 12 Radar Picketing Destroyers= 3 Missiles Each (36 in all)
76 180 Class Guided Missile Frigates= 3 Missiles Each (228 in all)

Warspite strike group
2 Warspite class battleships= 10 Missiles Each (20 in all)
5 Eagle-class fleet carriers= 7 Missiles Each (35 in all)
8 County-class heavy cruisers= 5 Missiles Each (40 in all)
16 Town-class [GPE] General Purpose Escort Cruisers= 5 Missiles Each (80 in all)
8 Town-class [PCV] General Purpose Escort Cruisers= 5 Missiles Each (40 in all)
6 Borough class guided missile aviation vessels= 5 Missiles Each (30 in all)
8 Captain class Destroyer Leaders= 4 Missiles Each (32 in all)
24 23 class ASW Destroyers= 4 Missiles Each (96 in all)
12 231 class AD Destroyers= 4 Missiles Each (48 in all)
6 12 Radar Picketing Destroyers= 4 Missiles Each (24 in all)
38 180 Class Guided Missile Frigates= 4 Missiles Each (152 in all)]

The first missiles to go up were from the Torrent Class Arsenal Ship, which would contribute 600 of its own missiles in the initial strike. But first it launched two BGM-112 Big Blues. These missiles were one of the best inventions the COH Navy had ever used in battle. So far, they had been used in three naval conflicts to great effect. The concept was simple and so was the operation, the hard part came on the enemies side.

The Big Blue missile was designed to fly from point to point at high or very low altitude close to the enemy's ships. It would then begin to produce data that signalled to the enemy there were millions of incoming missiles. Essentially, the Big Blue was designed to overwhelm enemy ship based anti-missile defense systems with more target data than it could possibly handle, therefore allowing the actual strike missiles to have a better chance at hitting their targets, unchecked by the enemy ship defenses. The Big Blue had been so succesful that a ship-based one had been designed, essentially doing the same thing to incoming missiles, i.e. giving the incoming enemy missile millions of false pieces of data suggesting its target ship was elsewhere or had moved dramatically. The ship based version had yet to be combat tested.

In any case the Big Blue missiles streaked up and away into the sky.

Admiral Stavi made the call three minutes after their launch. "Attention, this is Admiral Stavi. All ships fire missiles. Repeat, all ships commence missile firing."

The Admiral stayed down in Operations but if he had ventured to the top of the castle on the Tripoli he would have seen the nearly two thousand missiles lift off and shoot into the sky, creating a smokey fog that hung around the ships, with little wind to blow it away.

It took the best part of an hour to fire all the missiles. Operations personnel were busy tracking them and the Big Blue's. The Admiral had his orders. He was to fire first and then withdraw beyond the Spizanian missile range and wait for the other two CVBG's to get closer to the target area. He gave the orders and the Carrier Battle Group began a fast, but measured turn back East.

Tristan Providence

13-01-2008, 20:28

OOC: I'll have a post up later. Have some studying to do.

Layarteb

14-01-2008, 01:39

Hundreds of miles overhead, a satellite tasking order vectored the nearest reconnaissance bird over the eastern portion of the Indian Ocean. Aside from the single satellite overhead, the large listening installation on New Caledonia trained its microwave dishes and ears to the west. Naval activity had rose sharply since the Spizanian fleet had sailed. It passed by several Layartebian bases along the way, those being in Sri Lanka and the Andaman and Nicobar Islands. Now, it was closing in on the Austrailia. Images, communications, and real-time video were streamed back to various rooms in the Ministry of Intelligence, 11,000 miles away. It was a major operation. Over 800 Spizanian warships had sailed and bore down hard on the GAR, which used its own navy and a mere 28 Hirgizstanian ships to defend against an armada vaster than some country's navies in general. Still, the Spizanian advantage of numbers was easily evened out by the distance it was from its own ports. The fleet was within range of land-based aircraft from the GAR and land-based missiles. Despite the recent exchange of relations between both the Empire and the GAR, the Empire could not effectively take sides in this conflict. On the one hand, the Spizanian military was fighting by itself against the GAR, the Commonwealth of Hirgizstan, and who knew how many other allies the GAR had coming to its aide. Given the hatred the Cottish government saw for the Nazi state it would not be likely they would join their side but, at the same time, Spizania was no ally to the Realm. Now, the Empire stood on its own.

Secretly, the embassy in Perth sent a cable through official channels to the Fuhrer, summing up its position and summing up the atitude that the Empire saw this conflict. Whether or not the GAR or the allies of the Empire would agree on their own was unknown. However, the Empire had also held its sovereignty in high regard.

Official Communique

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Priority: High
Recipient: The Fuhrer of the Greater Austrailian Reich
Origin: Embassy of Layarteb, Perth
Classification Level: Encrypted
Subject: Spizanian Aggression

The Empire is deeply disturbed by the actions of the Spizanians and believes the Greater Austrailian Reich has every right to defend itself against this aggression. We have observed that one of our greatest allies, the Commonwealth of Hirgizstan is aiding your endeavor of defense. We are currently advising all Layartebian citizens visiting and/or residing in the GAR to evacuate now. We are placing the GAR under a threat warning given the nature of the Spizanian offensive and it is our hope that this aggression is squashed quickly and efficiently.

Officially, the Empire cannot take sides in this conflict and to do so could greatly endanger our sovereignty. We do, however, feel an overbearing need to prevent any Spizanian victory against your lands. We currently aim, on a military level, to assist the GAR through many means, all of them covertly undertaken. We shall provide financial assistance and rushed arms sales to your nation through back channels and other classified means to shield them from all parties involved, regardless of allegiance. In addition, the Empire wishes to send several military advisors to assist your military command with defeating this numerically large adversary.

We await your response.

Sincerely,
The Ambassador of Layarteb to the Greater Austrailian Reich

Classification Levels

Standard: Standard classification is the normal level of encryption. It is equivalent to the standard levels of encryption seen on most secure e-mail clients.

Confidential: Confidential classification is a higher level of encryption than "Standard" but it is not heavily encrypted. It is used mostly for flash traffic to foreign countries and requires some additional decoding time. It uses 512-bit RSA encryption methods and has several key ciphers that change unpredictably.

Secure: Secure communiques use 1024-bit RSA encryption and several key ciphers within them that change unpredictably to ensure that message traffic is not hacked or decoded. Access to said messages would require heavy cracking software and significant resources but it is not "uncrackable." It can be a viable level through 2010.

Encrypted: Encrypted classification is the second highest level of classification. It is uses 2048-bit RSA encryption and multiple key ciphers within it to ensure that cracking it would take such a significant amount of time to accomplish that, should it be done, the message's usefulness would have already expired. Though anything is crackable, because of the methods employed, this level is often considered "uncrackable" by current capabilities. To ensure revolving protecting, ciphers and encryption algorithms will change unpredictably. This level is sufficient until 2030.

Maximum: Maximum classification is the highest level of classification available. It uses 3072-bit RSA encryption and multiple key ciphers that change unpredictably. It can provide protection past 2030.

Experimental: Currently not a fully recognized level, experimental denotes a category using 15360-bit RSA encryption and multiple key ciphers that change unpredictably. It is not in full operational use as of yet.

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Terronian

14-01-2008, 08:58

Official Communique to All Nations Involved

From the Desk of the Tenno

==================================-Dante Aamon Israfil

The ten nations of the Terron Federation will stand by their ally, The Greater Australian Reich to ensure peace and stability for the Australian continent. We wish to seek a peaceful resolution to this matter for the sake of all nations involved. We also wish to inform that any attempt of invasion upon any country of the Australian continent is considered an act of war against the Terron Federation.

Tristan Providence

14-01-2008, 19:46

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To: The World
From: The Greater Australian Reich
Spizania you are outnumbered, your fleets will be destroyed. As I speak my allies are Bering down on your fleet. Your sailors and soldiers will die. You have woken to beast; you were warned but refused to back down. You shall be destroyed along with your fleet. Our planes have chased away your submarine from Christmas Island. You have no chance to win, give up the fight.

Führer of the Greater Australian Reich, Joeri Willem

Cotland

14-01-2008, 20:23

S-243
The ruse worked. S-243 slipped quietly away, heading west and out of the area of operations. Three hours later, her captain risked destruction and took his submarine to periscope depth to check in with the High Command and to dispatch the latest entry in S-243’s War Log:

ENTRY ADDED ON D120108, 0042 ZULU
Attacked by enemy airborne patrol craft 2223 ZULU, D110108, at position XX.XXN, XX.XXE. While at 7 knots and at a depth of 400 meters, a series of active pings, later determined to originate from airborne sonar buoys, was heard, followed shortly thereafter by two enemy torpedoes fired at our position. Evasive maneuvers were immediately carried out by increasing to flank speed and altering course to directly away from incoming torpedoes while diving to maximum dive depth. Unfortunately this compromised our stealth and may have identified the vessel. Sound comparison identified enemy torpedoes as either Mark 46 or Mark 54 ASW torpedoes. Upon identification of enemy torpedoes and their capabilities, speed was reduced again and stealth restored while dispatching sound countermeasure in an effort to fool any listeners while the submarine slipped away. Submarine’s position was XX.XXN, XX.XXE, in international waters. Attack on submarine was without provocation.
- COMMANDING OFFICER, S-243

After dispatching the entry, the S-243 returned to the safe depth and headed westward, into the safety of the Indian Ocean.

Cottish Forces South India Naval Command
Tuticorin, Tamil Nadu, Province of South India
Five hours later

The Vice Admiral sighed as he accepted the next manila dossier his aide, a young lieutenant handed him while looking out the window at the clear and sunny sky outside. He could be out in the golf course by now if it hadn’t been for all this bloody paperwork. He looked back at the shrinking pile of papers that lay neatly on his large polished oak desk. He had been working for three hours straight now, signing requisition forms, sailing orders, promotions and other bureaucratic nonsense, and he could finally see the end of the pile now. Just two more papers to sign, before he could finally get out into the golf course and tee off at a few holes before dinner. He took the pen out and quickly signed the paper, ignoring what it was about. Something about a destroyer captain requesting authorization to take aboard a ship’s dog as a mascot or something like that. Just one more piece of paper to sign.

“And this is the last one sir,” The lieutenant said. “The captain of the Hermes class aircraft carrier Blodig Kampøks wants to test his ship’s self-defense capabilities, and requests permission to carry out a live fire exercise with his ship’s self-defense weaponry. He says that he’ll need time at the southern firing range, drones to shoot down, and for the munitions that will be expended to be replaced after the firing. Sir, are you listening to me?” The lieutenant asked, looking at the bored Vice Admiral who was looking out the window. Paperwork definitely wasn’t his cup of tea.

”Yeah, yeah. Some carrier skipper wants to test his guns.”

“And missiles sir.”

“Whatever. Just get me the damned form so I can sign it.”

“You’ll let him do it sir?”

“Didn’t I just say so?”

“Yes sir. But it’ll be expensive.”

“I don’t give a damn. It isn’t my money anyway.”

“Well sir, it is. The funds for the exercise will have to come out of the CFSI Naval Command’s training budget, and…”

“Lieutenant?”

“Sir?”

“Shut up. When I say that he’ll get to do it, he gets to do it. Understood?”

“Yes sir.” The Lieutenant said in a resigned voice as he handed him the form. This Admiral had been assigned command of the Cottish fleet in South India only a month earlier from a Carrier Battlegroup command, and he hadn’t been quite broken in by the bureaucrats in uniform yet.

The Admiral on the other hand quickly signed the request form and finally put down his pen, stretching his arms out to wake the muscles back up. It had been a very long five-hour day for him, and he most definitely had earned the golf session that awaited him now. Rising up from his comfortable chair, he grabbed his hat and headed for the door.

He was almost through it when the telephone rang. The lieutenant, still at the desk sorting through the dossiers and documents that had been processed that day, immediately took it and listened for a second before turning to the Admiral, who had halted in the door.

“Sir, it’s for you. It’s Oslo.”

“Tell them to call back tomorrow.”

“Sir, they say it’s important.”

The Admiral sighed as he returned to the desk and grabbed the phone.

“This is the Admiral.” He said briskly before listening for a good minute, saying very little other than “Yes sir” and “No sir” here and there. Finally, he hanged up the phone and placed his hat on the desk. There wouldn’t be any golf for him today, he realized as he told the lieutenant to convene the staff and group commanders.

Conference Room 3
Cottish Forces South India Naval Command
Tuticorin, Tamil Nadu, Province of South India
One and a half hour later

“Gentlemen, I want to thank you all for coming at such short notice,” The Admiral said to the assembled group of higher-ranking naval officers standing around the large conference table and along the walls in the large underground conference room.

“The reason for calling you all in here at such short notice is because of a situation occurring off the western coast of Australia. I’m sure you all know about the large Spizanian fleet that sailed past here several days ago and of its subsequent attack on the Nazi state on the western coast of the Australian continent. Now, the Realm has been monitoring the situation closely through various means, including the use of submarines in the area of operations. Approximately ten hours ago, our submarine S-243, a Tigerhai class nuclear attack submarine, was deliberately attacked by a Nazi patrol plane, most likely one of their Orions operating out of Christmas Island.

“Fortunately the submarine survived the incident thanks to poor planning from the Nazis and quick and resourceful thinking by the sub’s commander, but the fact still remains that the Nazis dared to open fire on a Cottish submarine operating in international waters. This cannot go unanswered, and His Majesty’s Council has decided to invoke article fifteen of the Protection of the Realm Act. For those of you who don’t quite remember that one, I’ll recite it to you. ‘Article Fifteen, Section One: Any engagement or attack against any aircraft, unit or vessel belonging to the Realm in an international zone will be regarded as an act of war against the Realm.’

“For this reason, we have been ordered to muster a task force and prepare to head for Australia while the Council plays the politics game. I’ve been told that war can be avoided, but only if the Nazis abide by our terms. These I am told are the complete hand-over of Christmas Island to the Realm, removing any and all GAR citizens on the island and publically vowing never to attempt to retake the island. If these terms aren’t agreed to within a four days, war is a fact. Gentlemen, you are to consider this meeting as a war warning. In the event of war, our objective will be a limited one due to the involvement of our allies the Hirgizstanis on the Nazi side. As things look today, we will execute war plan Black forty-two Charlie, option six.”

The Admiral stopped talking for a moment, taking a drink of water while he watched how the officers reacted. All of them knew what plan Black 42C was, but only those assigned to the more offensive groups – the carriers, battleships, amphibs, escorts and subs – knew what option six was. The invasion and pacification of Christmas Island. The plan called for a Royal Marine landing force of up to twenty thousand in total, protected by plenty of warships and combat aircraft. Up to five fleet aircraft carrier groups, all three amphibious groups and most of the Cottish Navy in South India’s escort capabilities, plus the battleship group with its two mighty Ragnarok class battleships and their mighty 40.6 centimeter guns.

“We’ve got orders to put to sea no later than thirty hours from now, and to be on station eight hundred kilometers south south-west of Christmas Island within a week. At that point in time, we will know whether we sail into Christmas Island peacefully or if we take it by force.

“The exception will be a detachment of Royal Marines who will sail immediately to the Keeling Islands here, roughly one thousand kilometers west of Christmas Island, and annex them to the Realm. The airport on the South Keeling Islands has a three kilometer long asphalt runway which can accept the Air Force’s transport aircraft, and it has several good anchorages, making it the ideal staging and resupply area for the task force to operate from. The Royal Marines will secure the islands and the airport and wait for reinforcements to be flown in from South India. The local population consists of some six hundred islanders with only five police officers there as the only authority, but intelligence indicate that the islanders are armed. Therefore, the Marines will have to exercise caution. Fortunately, they all reside on the Home Island, which is in the opposite side of the island group to the airport, so we don’t expect too many problems in the initial phase of the operation. Once the Marines have secured the airport, they will signal Joint Operations Command South India so the aircraft with supplies and reinforcements can get underway. Once the reinforcements arrive, the Marines will form the islands’ garrison and begin to secure the settlement and confiscate weapons from the islanders.

That gentlemen, is the plan in a nutshell. The clue here is to maintain the element of surprise. Therefore, I want the whole task force to slip out to sea under the cover of darkness, to avoid prying eyes. That gentlemen, means that you have exactly twenty-one hours to recall your men and get whatever supplies you need. Remember to do so quietly though, as the element of surprise is crucial. Are there any questions?”

There were quite a few, mostly of an operational or logistical nature, which were answered. After the questions were asked, the naval officers were dismissed and sent back to their postings to make preparations to head to sea. Over the remainder of the day, leaves were cancelled and sailors recalled to their ships while the final stores were restocked – active Cottish warships were always ready to put to sea at twelve hours notice – and diagnostics were carried out on all combat systems. In the naval airfields, maintenance crews were going over all the carrier-based aircraft temporarily based there while their ships were in port, and at sea, those ships tapped for the operation that were already out at sea were rendezvousing with fleet supply ships to top their fuel tanks and restock on supplies.

In all, the fleet would be significant. Capital ships included three of the Hermes class aircraft carriers and both Odin-I class fleet aircraft carriers that the Royal Cottish Navy South India possessed with their airwings, two Ragnarok class battleships, three Odin-II class amphibious assault carriers, nine Osiris class LPDs, three Ynoga class escort carriers, two Mexia class and five Hordaland class battlecruisers. For escort, a total of eight destroyer groups and six frigate groups had been tapped along with three submarine groups, making for a total of eight Heimdal class guided missile cruisers, fifty-two Indefatigable class destroyers, thirty-six Heyerdahl class frigates and five Medusa class air defense destroyers, and twelve Tigerhai class nuclear attack submarines. The logistical support came in the form of two logistics groups of ten supply ships each which would sail with the fleet, complementing its organic supply ships, and a third group that would sail for the Keeling Islands to support the forward operating base that would be established there, a mere one thousand kilometers from Christmas Island. In terms of naval aviation, the amount of aircraft would be absolutely massive. More than four hundred jet fighters of various types, forty electronic warfare aircraft, thirty AWACS aircraft, twenty-eight tanker aircraft, eighteen attack helicopters, hundreds of helicopters of various kinds (mostly HH-14A Merlin ASW helicopters) and dozens of UAVs would be deployed with the task force, along with three Marine Expeditionary Brigades of six thousand one hundred men each, making for a total invasion force of eighteen thousand three hundred Royal Marines. Of these, four hundred would be detached to the Keeling Islands to occupy the islands, but that still left almost eighteen thousand combat-experienced Royal Marines for the job.

The bulk of the Cottish high seas fleet in South India would be deployed for this operation, which was codenamed Operasjon: ’Kjempende Berserk’. The idea was to make the GAR realize that they stood very little chance against the Cottish when they realized that the Cottish fleet was going to pay them a visit, especially since the intelligence analysts believed that the Spizanians were unlikely to attack the Cottish when it became clear to them that they were fighting the same foe, and it was certain that the Hirgizstanis, allies through the October Alliance wouldn’t engage the Cottish, nor would any other TOA nation. The GAR would be completely and utterly alone against the Cottish, who had ample combat experience with far more powerful nations than the GAR to draw experience from.

That same evening, the Foreign Ministry sent their ultimatum to the GAR through an open communiqué that would eventually find itself with the GAR leadership. About the same time it was sent, a single Osiris class LPD slipped quietly out of Tuticorin Naval Station under the cover of darkness with all lanterns shut to prevent detection, with two destroyers to escort it, and headed southwards at twenty-four knots. The small detachment of ships operated under complete EMCON, meaning that they didn't emit any signals that could be used to detect and track them. They would be at their destination some three and a half thousand kilometers away in just over three days.

Official Statement

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Yesterday, military forces of the vile Nazi State of the “Greater” Australian Reich deliberately and without provocation opened fire on a submarine belonging to the Royal Cottish Navy in international waters without attempting to identify or communicate with the submarine, which was on a peaceful routine patrol in international waters, as the Realm has reserved the right to carry out in several areas, including the Protection of the Realm Act ( http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=465139)’s Article Fourteen, which reads:

§ 14.1: The naval assets of the Realm reserves the right to maintain constant patrols in international waters.

This Act has been ratified by all major nation states in the world since its introduction in 2006, and it clearly outlines the security policy of the Realm. Now, this Act has been violated through the senseless and deliberate attack upon the Realm’s submarine. The consequences of any such violations are clearly outlined in the next article in the Act, Article Fifteeen, which reads:

§ 15.1: Any engagement or attack against any aircraft, unit or vessel belonging to the Realm in an international zone will be regarded as an act of war against the Realm.

It is quite clear to any person with a whiff of brain activity that opening fire on a submerged submarine with live torpedoes constitutes an attack against said submarine. Fortunately in this case, the incompetence of the Nazi attackers, the great skill of the submarine’s crew and a solid dose of luck allowed the Cottish submarine to avoid destruction, but the breach of the Protection of the Realm Act remains. The national security of the Realm has been attacked, and the Realm must reply in kind. We demand that the base on Christmas Island that the aircraft which attacked our submarine operate from must be removed from Nazi hands to prevent further unfortunate incidents such as the one which took place yesterday. Normally, this would be carried out through the use of a massive strike against said base, which would render the base useless for the immediate future.

However, the Realm is a peaceful nation and wishes to find a peaceful and more permanent way of ending this incident favorably for both the Realm and the Nazi State of the “Greater” Australian Reich. Therefore, we demand that the Nazi state of the “Greater” Australian Reich cede Christmas Island in its entirety to the Realm peacefully and remove all its citizens and military equipment from the island. We cannot trust the “Greater” Australian Reich to prevent its incompetent military from performing further such blunders in the Indian Ocean, and see no other option than to remove the problem entirely and permanently. Furthermore, we demand that the “Greater” Australian Reich pledge a vow of honor that it will never attempt to retake Christmas Island from Cottish hands.

If the “Greater” Australian Reich agrees to these demands, the Realm shall regard the incident as closed and shall conduct no military actions against the “Greater” Australian Reich as a consequence of their attacking our submarine. On that, the “Greater” Australian Reich and indeed the world have His Majesty the King’s personal guarantee. However, if these terms have not been agreed to in full within 12 noon Oslo time in five days, the Realm shall consider the proposal to be rejected and a state of war shall exist between the Realm of Cotland and the Nazi state of the “Greater” Australian Reich. Any further attacks upon any Cottish military assets within that time will also be considered as a refusal of the terms offered and will result in war being declared.

In closing, we shall repeat our demands to the “Greater” Australian Reich leadership: Cede Christmas Island and agree to withdraw all civilians and military equipment within 12 noon Oslo time on the Seventeenth of January 2008, or war will be declared.

[signed]
The Realm of Cotland

[OOC: Up to you now Tristian. The fleet - save for an Osiris with a small escort - hasn't been dispatched yet, but those three submarines I've RP'd having in the area earlier have withdrawn to cover the approaches to the Keeling Islands. My plan to take the Keeling Islands is Top Secret IC, and so is the force I'm sending there.]

Layarteb

15-01-2008, 00:47

Official Communique

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Priority: High
Recipient: Realm of Cotland, Worldwide
Origin: Empire of Layarteb - Ministry of Foreign Affairs
Classification Level: Encrypted
Subject: Cottish Statement

In review of the statement of the Cottish government, the Empire cannot and will not support the Cottish in this present endeavor. Given the state of war that exists in that corner of the world, it would be logical that the GAR would regard any naval vessel, surfaced or submerged, within firing range of its coast to be a hostile submarine unless notified by an active allie. In a similar situation, the Empire would not have acted differently. In the same regard, we doubt that the Cottish would have acted differently as well. Knowing full well that the submarine was not friendly or allied, it would be highly feasible to understand why the GAR acted the way they did and the Empire shall not agree they acted foolishly or improperly. As such, the Empire will not recognize any succession of Christmas Island to the Cottish in this situation and instance.

Sincerely,
The Minister of Foreign Affairs

Classification Levels

Standard: Standard classification is the normal level of encryption. It is equivalent to the standard levels of encryption seen on most secure e-mail clients.

Confidential: Confidential classification is a higher level of encryption than "Standard" but it is not heavily encrypted. It is used mostly for flash traffic to foreign countries and requires some additional decoding time. It uses 512-bit RSA encryption methods and has several key ciphers that change unpredictably.

Secure: Secure communiques use 1024-bit RSA encryption and several key ciphers within them that change unpredictably to ensure that message traffic is not hacked or decoded. Access to said messages would require heavy cracking software and significant resources but it is not "uncrackable." It can be a viable level through 2010.

Encrypted: Encrypted classification is the second highest level of classification. It is uses 2048-bit RSA encryption and multiple key ciphers within it to ensure that cracking it would take such a significant amount of time to accomplish that, should it be done, the message's usefulness would have already expired. Though anything is crackable, because of the methods employed, this level is often considered "uncrackable" by current capabilities. To ensure revolving protecting, ciphers and encryption algorithms will change unpredictably. This level is sufficient until 2030.

Maximum: Maximum classification is the highest level of classification available. It uses 3072-bit RSA encryption and multiple key ciphers that change unpredictably. It can provide protection past 2030.

Experimental: Currently not a fully recognized level, experimental denotes a category using 15360-bit RSA encryption and multiple key ciphers that change unpredictably. It is not in full operational use as of yet.

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Tristan Providence

15-01-2008, 05:50

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To: Cotland
From: The Greater Australian Reich
The only way you will be able to take Christmas Island is over our dead bodies. And if you want to try for that option than be my guest, it will be a long a costly war for the Realm and will end up with you gaining nothing but the body bags of your young soldiers and hate mall from their relatives. We hope you have the sense not to make this mistake because the Greater Australian Reich and its allies will crush your skulls into the pavement if you even look at Christmas Island.

As for the submarine incident, we send our deepest apologizes. We were conducting routine patrols of the waters around Christmas Island and we detected an inbound submarine (And I would like to note it was heading towards Christmas Island). With the raised alert they were ordered to attack. With no way of knowing whose submarine it was we assumed it was a Spizanian submarine. So we would implore you to be more careful as to where you field your submarines when The Reich is on raised alert.

G'day, Mates.

Führer of the Greater Australian Reich, Joeri Willem

RomeW

15-01-2008, 08:18

Official Communique by the Roman Government

We find it rather humourous that the Realm of Cotland believes it thinks the only compensation for a lost submarine is the acquisition of an island it clearly has designs on. The submarine, just on monetary value alone, is nowhere near the same value as Christmas Island, so therefore we see the Cottish action as clearly the manoeuvrings of an expansionary policy. We see no reason to view Cotland other than the aggressor in this instance, and therefore we will not, under any circumstances, recognize the transfer of Christmas Island to the Realm.

Caesar Gnaeus Valerius IV Maderia

Within minutes of sending out his message, Valerius phoned his Foreign Minister, Jomo Marea, and headstrongingly ordered him to set up a meeting with the Cottish diplomat as soon as he could.

Cotland

15-01-2008, 18:21

Oslo

The message from the GAR was downloaded in the Foreign Ministry shortly after it was dispatched, and delivered to the Foreign Minister, who was still with what was called the War Council in the Pit. The minister read quickly over the message and looked at the convened men and women as she relayed the reply from the GAR.

“They say no.”

”Then war it is.” The aging Prime Minister Thomas Rothsky said with a sigh. He had hoped that the GAR wouldn’t be foolish enough to try to go to war with the Cottish, but obviously they weren’t smart enough to avoid that. ”Put the war plan into action. I’ve got to inform His Majesty.”

Madurai Air Base
Madurai, Tamil Nadu, Province of South India

The base commander for the big air base in the middle of Tamil Nadu, home to the South India’s Strategic Bomb Group 21 and its sixteen mighty B-22A Candrian (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=530912) heavy strategic bombers picked up the phone the second it called, sitting in his spartan office in the top flor of the administration building.

”Madurai Air Base, commanding officer speaking,” He said.

”This is Oslo. Authenticate please.” An anonymous voice said.

”Oscar Delta 2-6-3-6-3-7 Bravo 2-4 Charlie.”

”Confirmed. The codeword is Fallen Spike. I repeat, Fallen Spike. Confirm please.”

”Confirming that I have received codeword Fallen Spike.”

The phone was hung up, and the base commander immediately unlocked a drawer in his desk and pulled out a thick folder labelled “Classified, Eyes Only” and “Operation Fallen Spike”.

Thirty minutes later, the sixteen Candrian aircrews were ordered to the briefing room while the ground personnel began fuelling and loading the Candrian bombers with munitions.

Fourteen hours later

It was in the dead of night when the Cottish fleet slipped out of port with lanterns shut and under strict EMCON and radio silence. The ships had had their nuclear reactors, gas turbines and diesel engines warmed up and ready to put to sea for several hours, just waiting for a window in the satellite coverage of the naval bases before they put to sea. Now, that window had arrived and the Cottish ships immediately put to sea, steaming out of port quietly before increasing speed once they reached open waters and heading for the rendezvous-point.

The next morning when foreign satellites came over the Cottish naval stations in South India’s east coast, they would find the docks and jetties empty and devoid of ships. Likewise with the naval air stations, where the carrier air wings and helicopters assigned to the various escorts were based when not at sea. The Cottish fleet had sailed, and while it would be easy to guess where they were going, the fleet’s position was as of yet completely unknown to anyone but the Cottish High Command and the fleet itself.

Six hours after sailing, the main force had assembled and assumed formations for the three thousand kilometre journey south-southeast. The fleet was divided into six separate formations, with each carrier group forming one formation and all three amphibious groups forming one large formation along with the battleships and logistics ships. The escorts were divided among the groups, with a small force of destroyers and frigates spread out ahead of the main force as a RADAR picket and to make sure the waters ahead were clear of any unknown surprises. Ahead of those again, a group of submarines had spread out and were doing the same thing the picket line was going. The six main formations stayed relatively close, but had spread out with several nautical miles of open water between them. One carrier formation sailed ahead of the amphibious group, two sailed on either side of it, and one carrier formation brought up the rear along with a pair of submarines who tagged along behind the main formation to prevent any foreign submarine from coming within the fleet’s safety zone. The alert status was high, especially after having been informed that they were now definitely sailing to war.

A constant CAP had been established by all formations, and AWACS aircraft had full control of the skies and surface while fighters provided the firepower. ASW helicopters were operating around the fleet, using their dipping SONARs to make sure there were no unwanted threats in the area.

The fleet was sailing south-southeast, going well around Sri Lanka to prevent detection by the Layartebian forces stationed there, and was making good speed. The fleet was journeying at a steady overall speed of twenty-four knots, matching its speed to the maximum sustained speed of the slowest ships in the formation to prevent it splitting up. ETA to Point Alpha, the designated starting point for Operation: Kjempende Berserk was four days.

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Official Communiqué

To: The Empire of Layarteb
From: The Realm of Cotland
Subject: RE: Cottish Statement
Encryption: Encrypted

The Realm regrets the unfortunate stance the Empire has taken in this matter, choosing to side with a young upstart Nazi nation instead of alongside its long-time ally, as we have come to expect from the Empire.

The Empire knows perfectly well Cottish foreign policy as specified in the Protection of the Realm Act of 2005, having itself reviewed and ratified the treaty. The Empire knows that the Realm is well within its rights to take the necessary actions to protect itself and its assets, regardless of where in the world they are located.

A Cottish warship has been fired upon, something which in itself is a sufficient justification to take up arms against the party which opened fire on said warship, regardless of the situation in the region of the world where the vessel was located or its stance, which was one of neutrality. This has been official Cottish policy for countless years, and we see absolutely no reason why this policy should be altered because the Empire has established relations with this nation.

The Nazi nation has as a stated ambition to expand and to spread its ideology throughout the world, which is an ambition the Realm considers a clear and present danger to Cottish national security. Having suffered several Nazi uprisings and riots in its past, including an attempted invasion by the Nazi nation of Sunnmore in the Year of Our Lord 1942, the Realm knows perfectly well that the word of a Nazi cannot be trusted. The Realm has learned from history. We are sad to learn that the Empire has not. As friends, we urge you: Do not be deceived by promises of peace and friendship, for if you give the Nazis a chance, they will stab you in the back at the first chance they get. We do not want to see this happen with the Empire, which is a close friend and ally of the Realm.

For this reason, the Realm has viewed the Nazi nation with great scepticism. We now have proof that the Nazis cannot be trusted, as they have committed an act of war against the Realm, and we see no other option than to remove the immediate threat posed by the Nazi nation towards the stability of the region and the protection of the shipping in the area. Therefore, we are preparing to strike a blow against the Nazi state’s ability to launch an imperialistic crusade of evil against the rest of the world, the start of which it has displayed by opening fire on our peaceful submarine.

In closing, as close friends, we urge you to evacuate any Layartebian citizens that you may have on Christmas Island as quickly as possible, because as of 12:00 AM local time on the Fourteenth of January, the Realm can no longer guarantee their safety. We do not want to inflict casualties on our Layartebian brethren, as this fight clearly is between the Realm and the Nazis.

Official Communiqué

To: Rome
From: The Realm of Cotland
Subject: RE: Roman Communiqué
Encryption: Low

We will take your communiqué into consideration. For now, we urge Rome to evacuate any citizens they may have on Christmas Island as quickly as possible, because as of 12:00 AM local time on the Fourteenth of January, the Realm can no longer guarantee their safety. We do not wish to inflict Roman casualties, as our fight is with the Nazis.

Official Communiqué

To: Hirgizstan
From: Cotland
Subject: Warning
Encryption: Encrypted

We urge Hirgizstan to evacuate any citizens they may have on Christmas Island as quickly as possible, because as of 12:00 AM local time on the Fourteenth of January, the Realm can no longer guarantee their safety. We do not wish to inflict Hirgizstani casualties, as our fight is with the Nazis, not with our Hirgizstani brethren. Furthermore, in our upcoming retaliatory strike, we will under no circumstances deliberately target Hirgizstani targets. We hope that Hirgizstan will extend the same courtesy to the Realm.

Cottish Embassy, Rome

"Sir, the Roman Foreign Minister wants to have a meeting. He says its urgent." The soft female voice said.

The Cottish ambassador sighed, looking up at the secretary, a beautiful twenty-four year old brunette with the Foreign Ministry on her first overseas posting. The ambassador had received clear instructions from Oslo in anticipation of this request from the Romans, and he had to follow them. He didn't like it, but he had to do as told if he wanted to still have a career in the Diplomatic Corps.

"Tell him I'm not available at the moment and to call back tomorrow."

"Sir, it's the Roman foreign minister." The secretary urged, not understanding.

"And I have my instructions from the Cottish foreign minister. Tell minister Marea that I'm not available right now. I'm out of the office, and won't be in until tomorrow."

"Yes sir." The secretary said, understanding the chain of command. If the Cottish foreign minister said no, that meant no, regardless of what anyone else thought. She picked up the phone and unmuted the line, allowing the person on the other side - probably a secretary of Marea's - to hear her voice.

"I'm sorry, but the ambassador's already left for the day. He'll be back tomorrow morning at ten o'clock, so if you could please call back then?"

[OOC: Current date is 12 January 2008.]

Spitzenberg

15-01-2008, 19:05

ooc: dudes, can i plz join in a while?

Cotland

15-01-2008, 21:54

ooc: dudes, can i plz join in a while?
[OOC: Unless you're a member of E2, no.]

Marimaia

16-01-2008, 00:18

Beijing, UER

Premier Zhao absorbed the briefing from Foreign Minister Bei with great enthusiasm; what had appeared to be a simple regional conflict seemed to be drawing other powers into the fray. Zhao's eyes lit up as the minister described the Cottish actions.

"So now the noble Cottish wade in, hmm? I must admit, this is fascinating! In light of what our intelligence community has been telling us about October Alliance movements, this situation bears closer inspection. Do we have anyone on Christmas Island?"

Bei shook his head. "No-one at all, I've already checked. Besides, it belongs to the GAR, we wouldn't have anyone there in the first place."

"Good point. Well, I see no point to worry the people about this, so I won't make any speeches; however, I will make sure that Daoyu gets the EPNN on it. Wars between non-Eastasians always make good media stories."

RomeW

16-01-2008, 00:20

"I'm sorry, but the ambassador's already left for the day. He'll be back tomorrow morning at ten o'clock, so if you could please call back then?"

"Schedule a meeting for then and I'll call back tomorrow to confirm," replied Marea.

He then notified Valerius of the Cottish reply.

"So they're not in until tomorrow; and you believed them?" queried Valerius.
"What else was I supposed to do? We can't disrespect the Cots, they're our allies," replied Marea.
"Which makes it okay for them to disrespect us. I follow your logic. Really, I do."
"At least we have one full day to stop the attack. They're not supposed to strike until the 14th. Tomorrow is the 13th."
"You do have a point there. Very well, get in touch with the other leaders of The October Alliance. I want to have a conference call with them so we can brainstorm how to deal with this recalcitrant Cotland. I'm sure they're not happy their allies are acting the way they are as well."
"Very well sir."

Spitzenberg

16-01-2008, 18:04

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Hirgizstan

16-01-2008, 21:04

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Terronian

17-01-2008, 00:56

The Tenno gave a slight sigh as his eyes scanned the document. Above him, smoke swirled in amorphous patterns before fading away to nothingness. He picked up his pipe, a glass contraption and took another long drag off the herbal mix of Cannabis, Red Clover, Rose-leaf, Peppermint, Coltsfoot, and Honeyclover. Though a very relaxing blend, it did little assuage him as he rubbed his temples. The young Tenno of only 26 years cared little in the matters of war and although his dominion housed one of the most powerful militarys on the globe, he saw little gain in war. Regardless, he knew what had to be done and silently cursed to himself, "Damn Cottish", he said as he reached for his phones to being the process of envoking a Hilltop Conference.

Later that Night

"Presenting, the President of the Terron Nation of Estrise, Abdiel Kehen!", a booming voice sounded as man entered an opulently decorated chamber. Above them hung a huge dome of gold and obsidian stone from which hung the ten flags of the Terron Nations as well as that of the Federation itself. A rather overwight and balding man entered at his call and bowed to the dignitaries of the other nations who had already been presented before taking his seat, stopping momentarily to adjust the tie of his suit. "Presenting his majesty, the High Mayor of the Derel City-State and the Tenno of the Terron Federation, Dante Aamon Israfil", the voice boomed once again as a rather weary looking Tenno entered, flicking his long hair out of his eyes. Being elected offices, the other dignitarys each shared a look of jealousy and the casualness of the Tenno's dress compared to their suits and dresses.

"Nare nara, let's just get this over with quickly", the Tenno said as tiredly as he took his seat at the end of a discussion table, his chair much more decorated and positioned higher then the others in a show of authority despite himself being at least 20 years younger then everyone else present. "As President of the Terron Nation of Illuya, I must say I see this Conference as unnecessary. All of us voted in favor of an alliance with The GAR and we as noble people must hold up to that promise thus Illuya supports sending troops to aid our allies", a rather skinny dignitary said decisively soliciting a quick round of applause from most of the seated members. "Of course you do, your nation is on the Eastern half of Australia. But who will be do the brunt of the fighting when Cottish warships begin to invade, Agares", said a female diplomat who also happened to be the president of Agares, the most westerly nation of the Terron Federation.

"Now now Aisha..", the Tenno said wearily. "This conference is not about debating war or not. We have a promise to an ally and we will uphold it, however this conference is to discuss our strategy..", the Tenno said causing a hrmph from the Agares president. The Tenno pressed a button and a hologram of the world displayed over the table. "My plan is to deploy half of the TMDF (Terron Maritime Defense Force) Indian Ocean Fleet along with additional groups from the Agares and Scylla and Antei navies", the Tenno said as various pictograms showing fleets and formations moved about on the hologram. "From there..", the Tenno continued as the delegates bedded down for a long night.

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ORBAT

T.M.D.F IDAF (Indian Ocean Fleet) [STATIONED: Syrabane, Agares]
Carrier Group No. 3
------ - 3rd Carrier Air Wing
Carrier Group No. 7
------ - 7th Carrier Air Wing
Carrier Group No. 8
------ - 8th Carrier Air Wing
Attack Group No. 2
------ - 3rd Naval Cavalry Wing
Attack Group No. 3
------ - 7th Naval Cavalry Wing
Attack Group No. 4
------ - 11th Naval Cavalry Wing
Striker Group No. 1
Striker Group No. 6
Hunter(Submarine) Group No. 1
Hunter(Submarine) Group No. 2
Support Group No. 2

T.M.D.F Marine Corp 3rd Divison [STATIONED: Syrabane, Agares]
3rd Assault Group
------ - 9th Naval Cavalry Wing
7th Assault Group
------ - 18th Naval Cavalry Wing

Fragments of Agare's 2nd Naval Fleet [STATIONED: Syrabane, Agares]
Agares Carrier Group No. 1
------ - Agares 1st Carrier Air Wing
Agares Striker Group No. 3
Agares Support Group No. 2

Fragments of Scylla 1st Naval Fleet [STATIONED: Atriedes, Scylla]
Scylla Carrier Group No. 1
------ - Scylla 1st Carrier Air Wing
Scylla Striker Group No. 2
Scylla Support Group No. 1

Fragments of Antei 1st Naval Fleet [STATIONED: Ayda, Antei]
Antei Attack Group No. 2
------ - 4th Antei Naval Cavalry Wing
Antei Attack Group No. 4
------ - 2nd Antei Naval Cavalry Wing
Antei Striker Group No. 1
Antei Support Group No. 2

MAP OF TERRON
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Hawdawg

17-01-2008, 06:01

Official Communique from the Holy Republic of Hawdawg

We are shocked at what is quickly developing into a regional war that has the potential to spread throughout the Southern Pacific and into Indian Ocean. As a precaution the Republic has issued orders for the 4th Carrier Strike Group in Mandang, Papau New Guinea and the 4th and 5th Sea Superiority Groups stationed in Papu Jayapura Indonesia and Bushehr, Iran to put to sea immediately. In addition the 137th MEU stationed in Buna Papau New Guinea will be deployed, should they be needed in our possessions in Northern Australia. These vessels are being sent into the general vicinity of Australia to monitor the unfolding tensions and to protect our Cargo Fleets that operate in the region. We will not allow this action to threaten our commercial shipping enterprises.

Gordon Wells
Prime Minister
Holy Republic of Hawdawg

ORBAT

Sea Superiority Groups (2)

1-Kingdom Class BBAN
2-King Henry V Class BBGN
4-Regent Class CAGN
3-Mexia Class Battle Cruisers Flight VI
12-Bullfinch Class Frigate FFH
6-Sianach Class DDGN
3-Tigerhai SSN
3-Hirata Flight IIIA SSG
2-Vulkan Class Arsenal Ships

Carrier Strike Group (1)

1-Royal-Holly CVN (88 aircraft) (26) F-25B, (32) F-41C, (10) NH-90, (2) E-2D AWACS Hawkeye-2000, (6) RA-5E Vigilante, (10) CH-46 Sea Knight, (2) Global Hawk UAVN
2-Mexia BCGN Flight VI
1-Consort CBGN
1-Regent CAGN
6-Sianach DDGN
6-Bullfinch FFH
2-Vulkan Class Arsenal Ships
2-Tigerhai SSN
2-Smith AOE
1-AS-39 Emory Sub Tender

Marine Expeditionary Unit (1)
(2600 Marines)
Commander-Colonel

Command Element(CE)
MEU Commander and support staff (100 Marines)

Ground Combat Element (GCE)
(1300 Marines) Battalion Landing Team (BLT)(3 Rifle Companies)

8-M2032 Sabertooth MBT
14-M50A4 IFV
2-M50A2 C4I
1-M50A5 CEV
4-M3-IFV w/Mk.19 Grenade Launcher
4-M3-IFV w/12.7mm CROWS Machine Gun
4-M3-WC w/TOW 2 Launcher (AT)
2-M3-M12 Mortar Carrier
5-M3-WC w/FIM-92A Stinger (AD)
2-M3-C2V Command Vehicle
1-M3-Engineer Vehicle (EV)
1-M3-Recovery Vehicle (ARV)
9-M777 LTH 155mm
1-M88A2 ARV
10-FAV
185-LV-10 Wapiti
64-M9395 Trucks

1xArtillery Battery consisting of 9xM777 LTH 155mm
1xLight Armored Vehicle Detachment
1xAssault Amphibian Vehicle Platoon-M50's
1xJavelin Platoon, anti-armor capability with 8 Javelin Launchers
2xTank Platoons 8-M2032 Sabertooth MBT

Aviation Combat Element (ACE)
(800 Marines)(All embarked on the Marquess Class LHCN)

Medium Lift Helicopter Squadron
24-EH-101 Merlin HM Mk.2

Heavy Lift Helicopter Squadron
9-CH-53X HLR

Attack Helicopter Squadron
16-SAH-27A
6-UH-95A

Fixed Wing Attack Squadron
12-F/A 41-C
12-F/A 81 Savage II STOVL

Support Squadron
2-MK-11F CSA Aerial Tankers
2-MS-11A CSA ASW/ASUW
2-MS-11C AWACS
6-MV-22C Osprey

Combat Service Support Element (CSSE)
(400 Marines)

Executive Staff
2xSupport Platoons
6xService Support Platoons

12-LCAC
4-HLCAC
4-LCU-2100

Expeditionary Strike Group (1)
(Assigned to the Marine Expeditionary Unit for amphibious duties.)

1-Marquess Class LHCN (carries (48) F/A-81 Savage II STOVL, (40) Merlin EH101 HM Mk.2, (36) SAH-27A, (6) CH-53X HLR, (21) UH-95A, (28) NH-90, (2) MK-11F CSA, (2) MS-11A CSA ASW/ASUW, (2) MS-11C AWACS)
1-San Antonio Class LPD-10
1-Regent Class CAGN
1-Mexia Class BC Flight VI
1-DDGN Sianach Class
4-FFH Bullfinch Class
2-Tigerhai Class SSN
1-Smith Class AOE
1-AS-39 Emory Sub Tender

Hawdawg

17-01-2008, 14:59

Secret Communique to Cottish High Command, Hirgizstanian High Command
128 Bit-Encryption (Max)

CC: Empire of Layarteb, Ottoman Khaif

We understand that both parties are actively engaged in operations in and around the coastal regions of the GAR. We will take the utmost precautions to avoid actively engaging our allies vessels both surface and sub-surface. However we must implore the Cottish Empire to avoid proximity with our fleet to avoid any unfortunate mishaps with your Tigerhai's. Whether or not the Realm wants to admit it we are assuming you have several fish in the water in and around Australia. If the situation arises that our vessels feel threatened by any party, the necessary actions will be taken to defend the fleet. We would expect no less than the same action in kind from our allies. The use of submarines increases this danger four-fold especially since they don't tend to fly large flags stating whom they belong too or what there intentions are.

We want to make this clear, we don't plan to become overly involved in this situation at the moment. However we don't like the fact that the Spizanian Government feels the need to meddle in a young nation's business. We have no love loss with the Spizanians and if there fleet ends up at the bottom of the Indian Ocean we would not shed a tear over its destruction.

Let's all be careful in what we wish for and methodical in its application. We always share our intentions with our allies to best plan for an action and to avoid a catastrophe. Expect further communique's once we are in the Area of Operation.

Signed,

Gordon Wells
Prime Minister
Holy Republic of Hawdawg

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OOC: Don't look for me to post again until Monday.

Hirgizstan

17-01-2008, 17:22

Tristan Providence

17-01-2008, 20:21

OOC: Trist- can I get a reply to this? Cheers.

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To: Hirgizstan
From: The Greater Australian Reich
Your Military planes may enter our airspace; we will get your permission to enter Terronian airspace immediately. Fighter escorts may enter also, we will be providing our own as well. Please land your forces in the area of Johnson LB, and Wilson HB, Airstrips are provided at both for you. We need your forces to work with ours and protect the west coast of GaR. Thank you, have a nice day.

Greater Australian Reich Military High Command

Hirgizstan

17-01-2008, 20:57

Ft. Olympia-Lacey, Washington State

Fort Olympia Lacey was one of the biggest military bases in Hirgizstan, responsible for much military operations in Washington and the North Pacific. The Fort lay along the main route between the state capital, Olympia and the city of Lacey, basically an overgrown suburb.

The location had been an historic one. A Hirgizstanian stronghold had been present in that area since Hirgizstanian's fleeing the Kamezes had decided to call a portion of North America 'Home'. The Fort ended up being close to all the big Washington cities and ports, with the exception of Spokane and Richland.

The base itself sprawled outward in all directions and from the main freeway it was back-dropped by the picturesque Mount Rainier, scraping the sky at over 14,000 feet. Pilots from one of the Fort's three airstrips got the best view of all whenever they took off or landed.

And it really wasn't any different for the pilots of Whiskey flight. They had been on call for only a few hours when the signal finally came through. The pilots and crew weren't nervous or excited- just happy to be sitting in the cockpit staring down the runway instead of staring at a dripping coffee machine in the ready room. They knew where they were going was dangerous, but the fighters on the other airstrips were going to protect them. The transport pilots could see the small fighter afterburners in the night-sky as they jetted up to a holding pattern.

The AN-225 Cossack was one of the biggest transports the Commonwealth had, second only the C-18A Galaxy II or the Army's C-380. But for this mission the older 225 was just right, as it was able to hold two M570 HMTHAADS (High-Mobility Theatre High Altitude Area Defense) or two M670 HMMEADS (High-Mobility Medium Extended Altitude Defense System). The first three 225's carried four M670's and two M570's, bound for the GAR, to help defeat Spizanian missiles.

Another three 225's carried Patriot arrays and three C-18A's carried two Spyder Air Defense Systems, two Sky Guardian Multi-Mission Air Defense Systems and six Super Avengers.

Additional flights of roughly the same make-up would keep going out of Ft. Olympia Lacey until there was a significant amount of Hirgizstanian Air Defense units on the ground near Perth.

The first 225 rumbled down the runway and put Mount Rainier behind them as they headed out into the Pacific, with Australia 16 hours in front of them.

Tristan Providence

18-01-2008, 21:12

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To: The World
From: The Greater Australian Reich
The Greater Australian Reich and the Realm of Cotland have reached an agreement over the crisis surrounding Christmas Island. Effective once the treaty is signed, Christmas Island will be handed over to the Realm under 3 conditions:

1) That the Realm will withdraw all Forces from the Spizania/GaR conflict arena.

2) The Realm will NEVER try to take any more of the Reich’s land, by any means. Whether is be by force or threats.

3) The Realm and GaR will sign a Non-Aggression pact and the Realm will not attack the Reich EVER again, or aid any enemies of the Reich.

These are the conditions.

Führer of the Greater Australian Reich, Joeri Willem

Layarteb

20-01-2008, 03:05

Official Communique

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Priority: High
Recipient: Realm of Cotland
Origin: Empire of Layarteb - Ministry of Foreign Affairs
Classification Level: Encrypted
Subject: Christmas Island

The Empire cannot and will not support or recognize the Cottish claim to Christmas Island in this present situation. Any attack that the Cottish Navy may have suffered from the GAR was most certainly suffered after provocation by the Cottish Navy. The simple presence of Cottish submarines in a warzone the Cottish claim neutrality in is a dangerous message to send to both parties in this conflict and threatens to bring the October Alliance into action against itself, should the Cottish fight against the GAR, who are currently being supported by the Commonwealth of Hirgizstan.

At present, the Empire has no military alliance with the GAR. We do not agree with the sentiments or the history of the Cottish concerning the GAR. Regardless of their domestic political affiliation, the GAR is a stabilizing force in a region rife with various civilizations. Any GAR defeat to the Spizanian military and government will only further destabilize the world, beginning with the region of Oceania.

Sincerely,
The Minister of Foreign Affairs

Classification Levels

Standard: Standard classification is the normal level of encryption. It is equivalent to the standard levels of encryption seen on most secure e-mail clients.

Confidential: Confidential classification is a higher level of encryption than "Standard" but it is not heavily encrypted. It is used mostly for flash traffic to foreign countries and requires some additional decoding time. It uses 512-bit RSA encryption methods and has several key ciphers that change unpredictably.

Secure: Secure communiques use 1024-bit RSA encryption and several key ciphers within them that change unpredictably to ensure that message traffic is not hacked or decoded. Access to said messages would require heavy cracking software and significant resources but it is not "uncrackable." It can be a viable level through 2010.

Encrypted: Encrypted classification is the second highest level of classification. It is uses 2048-bit RSA encryption and multiple key ciphers within it to ensure that cracking it would take such a significant amount of time to accomplish that, should it be done, the message's usefulness would have already expired. Though anything is crackable, because of the methods employed, this level is often considered "uncrackable" by current capabilities. To ensure revolving protecting, ciphers and encryption algorithms will change unpredictably. This level is sufficient until 2030.

Maximum: Maximum classification is the highest level of classification available. It uses 3072-bit RSA encryption and multiple key ciphers that change unpredictably. It can provide protection past 2030.

Experimental: Currently not a fully recognized level, experimental denotes a category using 15360-bit RSA encryption and multiple key ciphers that change unpredictably. It is not in full operational use as of yet.

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Cotland

20-01-2008, 13:10

There had been no word out from the Cottish regarding the evolving incident in Australia all night, but finally, in the morning of the thirteenth, after the statement issued by the GAR, the silence was broken. A general statement was issued by the Foreign Ministry, who had been involved in some hectic behind the scenes negotiations with the GAR through the Hirgizstanis. The Cottish wouldn't bother replying to the Layartebian communiqué at this time. The Layartebians had made their position very clear in this matter, and there was little point trying to press the issue further with the Layartebians. If they wouldn't want to consider Christmas Island a Cottish dependancy, then so be it.

Official Statement

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In the interest of peace and stability in the region, the Realm accepts the terms presented by the Greater Australian Reich. The majority of our naval element will return to its home ports (save for the Christmas Island garrison, as previously agreed upon). Furthermore, the Realm shall withdraw from any further active involvement in the situation.

A duly authorized representative of the Realm shall be arriving in Christmas Island shortly to sign the treaty on the behalf of the Realm. We respectfully urge all warring parties to keep hostilities well clear of Christmas Island from now on, as it shall henceforth be considered by the Realm to be a Cottish dependency under the full protection of the Protection of the Realm Act (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=465139).

[signed]
The Realm of Cotland

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The majority of the Cottish invasion fleet received new orders shortly after the communiqué had been issued, ordering them to return to port. The exception was one of the Amphibious Groups, one carrier group and three escort groups, which were ordered to proceed to Christmas Island to constitute the new Cottish possession’s garrison. This was considered by the Cottish to be a suitable force to defend the newest possession of the Realm, especially since it was located in the middle of a war zone.

Another exception was a small group of destroyers and an Ynoga class escort carrier which were sent to the Keeling Islands where the small group of ships which had departed India was quickly approaching the islands, steaming at flank speed towards the small islands. Their ETA was a mere nineteen hours after the Osiris group, as they were able to maintain a higher flank speed.

Seven hours after the communiqué was sent, a small group of aircraft were approaching Christmas Island. The aircraft were Cottish in origin, and sent out the codes agreed upon earlier that said that they carried the Cottish representative to sign the treaty which would make Christmas Island Cottish territory again – Christmas Island had last been in Cottish hands ten years ago during a transitional period after the collapse of the Cymrean nation which had been in control of the island prior to that. That representative was the highest-ranking Cottish officer in the invasion fleet, Flaggkommandør Ove Paulssen, who was currently sitting in a crash seat inside the T-30B Trofast carrier-based transport aircraft along with four other officers and eight heavily armed Royal Marines from the Recce Battalion, who were the Flaggkommandør’s bodyguard. Well trained and well armed with DR-87 ASAC (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=12514789&postcount=1)s, TDX .40 (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=11971725&postcount=1) pistols and their special forces training, the Marines would provide an adequate protection force for Flaggkommandør Paulssen and his entourage when they arrived in Christmas Island. The Cottish didn’t expect the GAR to try anything funny, not when they had the threat of a devastating Cottish invasion hanging over them, but it never hurt to be prepared for the worst. The Cottish didn’t neither trust nor like the GAR, especially not after having reviewed their laws and culture. There was no telling what a nation which so grossly oppressed their female population would do to foreigners.

The three-ship formation of one T-30B Trofast and two J-21B Typhoon air supremacy fighters – a highly capable aircraft which had mostly replaced the older F-63K Tengriy fighters in Cottish service - approached Christmas Island warily, their defensive jammers ready to be engaged at the first sign of them being targeted by anyone, waiting for the approval to land at Christmas Island.

Cottish Embassy
Rome

The Cottish ambassador had spent the whole night in his office, chain smoking and reviewing the new instructions from Oslo that had kept coming in throughout the night. Finally, at nine o’clock, the final set of instructions arrived, stating that a diplomatic solution to the “Australian Problem” had been found and was being carried out. Sighing a breath of relief, the ambassador could finally relax a little and prepare himself for his meeting with Foreign Minister Marea at ten o’clock.

A quick shower, shave and change of clothes later, the ambassador was ready for the meeting, looking crisp and like he had enjoyed a good night’s sleep. The secretary had already aired out most of the cigarette smoke and cleaned up his office so it didn’t look like it was out of the ordinary, and put on a pot of coffee.

At ten o’clock, the Ambassador sat behind his desk, reading the online newspapers on his laptop computer while smoking a Lucky Strike cigarette, waiting for Marea to arrive.

Spizania

20-01-2008, 23:20

Sky Top Picket Baloon Tethered to Radar Picket FRR-32, Picket Line, 1st Battle Squadron

The Sky Top balloon floated more than twenty kilometres above the teathering frigate, which was steaming to keep up with the heavy units of the squadron as they shepharded the transports to the landing zone and the rendevous with the blockade force. The only visible sign of its connection was the thin thread of composite cable that held it in its relative posistion related to its towing escort and also
carried the power and data fibre optics for the airships radar and other sensor systems. The two crew of the craft spent most of the time reading books, having videophone conversations with crew aboard the ship below, running maintainance checks and enjoying the delights that each crew was made up of one man and one woman.......

They were however playing cards, the stint was barely eight hours old and the boat had barely assumed its cruising altitude after the switchover and full external maintainance check. The male member of the crew had just won yet another round of poker when the alarm sounded, plunging the control deck into red combat lighting and starting several panels on the control consoles and server equipment flashing red. The two crew scrambled away from the fold down table next to the bunks and ran the length of the gondola to the control panels, onwhich two massive groups of missiles were heading for the fleet.

"Will, lock passive IR array onto the nearest group, patch me through to FOURTAC [Tactical Control, Fourth Fleet]" said Jasmine, the female member of the duo as she slipped me into her seat and donned her tactical headset.
"Roger That, patch in progress, your hot" was the response as he punched the appropriate controls on the console.
More data began to stream across the control console as tactical data from the airships radar assembly was tapped by the massive supercomputers aboard the heavy ships in the fleet and by the coordinators on the destroyer leaders and cruisers. Long Range Surface to air Missiles were loaded onto the appropriate twin arm launchers, VLS being filled with SSMs and shorter range weapons, except on the 231s, where appropriate VLS cells were armed. Then the tele-IR system activated and displayed a magnified heat plot of the missile horde, but there was no horde of IR signatures, there was only one trail produced by a combination of the Big Blues engine and the friction produced by the atmosphere.

Jasmine gasped and pushed the data back to SAM control officers in the fleet control centres on the flagship and issued a command warning designating that group of missiles as a Code 39 False Reading, the Confederacy had seen the use of just such a system before, and they wernet going to let this ridiculous decoy fool them. Moments later the other massive group of inbound red blips turned grey with a new red blip at the centre of them as another picketing airship made the same discovery. Then the third group appeared, right on the edge of detection range at an altitude of 32 kilometres inbound at more than a kilometre per second. More adding to the back of the stream as it headed towards the fleet, missiles spread out by between one and two seconds on average, which would make it far easier to intercept them.

The radio crackled "All Units, All Units this is FOURTAC, Mission Order 23 Rescinded, Mission Order 23 Rescinded, Good Luck and Out" as it became silent again and the red blips started to be surrounded by boxes as the surface to air missile control systems illuminated targets and uploaded data to the missiles telling them where there flight would end.

"All Units, Delta-Echo-Too-Three, Firing Firing Firing" called the first destroyer to open fire with "Blackbird" long range surface to air missiles, the channels soon becoming filled with launch reports on both the fleetwide and on the frequency assigned to the airships squadron of pickets.
Destroyers and cruisers that fired the SL-N-4s from swing arms fired pairs of missiles at the distant targets, swivveled the launchers to face directly upwards, rammed in new missiles and swivelled to face the targets and fired again in under five seconds, ensuring a steady stream of missiles. The VLS equipped ships held fire until the enemy missiles had closed, they couldnt be so easily reloaded after all.
A series of flashes appeared on Picket IRST screens as the missiles met and ended both there brief existance and the existance of the Imsdals in a series of firey but short lived explosions. Each missile battery continued firing, eroding the front of the massive column of inbound missiles, those that somehow survived the first hit were simply struck again and again, until they fell out of the sky like a broken bird. A few minutes of this ensued until the range closed to 100km from the forward picket line when the 231s joined the fray, firing Blackbirds at a steadily increasing rate, blasting huge numbers of missiles out of the sky.

The range closed to twenty kilomteres and the Point Defence missiles in the ships VLS started to fire in rapid succesion, climbing at increasingly high elevations to blot out missiles heading over or for the firing vessels, then the missiles dove into a hail of 135mm and 57mm gunfire that emerged from guns elevated to near vertical.
Three destroyers and a missile frigate fell to the missiles, either blown clean apart by magazine explosions or reduced to burning wrecks with crew throwing themselves over the sides and climbing into the rapidly deployed inflatble liferafts. Another ship was struck by a missile that failed to explode, although the residual rocket fuel started a massive fire which damage control crews rushed to combat, desperately trying to keep the fire away from the missile battery or 135mm magazine.

The losses to the soft skinned outer pickets were so light because the missile batteries of the entire fleet had been focussed in defending them, as they were far less resilient to damage. Now they turned thre weapons on the remaining missiles, ripple firing point defence missiles as they closed over the 100 kilometre gap between the picket line and the flag group, the missiles had spread out by that time and the ones that appeared to be heading for hte carriers recieved the bulk of the attention, then the ones focussing on the cruisers, the inner destroyers and finally the smaller Warspite class battleships, the Admiral classes would recieve no attention except what the point defence guns mounted aboard them could provide.
The missiles dove and impacted the targets, flying through a criss-crossing of flak bursts, red glowing 57mm tracer and Point Defence missiles fired nearly vertically upwards.

Deck of the Carrier Eagle 90 seconds before the missiles hit
Midshipwoman Lucy McLachlan was not a happy woman, she had been told to get her bird off the deck of the carrier before the missiels had hit, but priority had been predictably assigned to the fighter jocks, who had finally been completed cleared off the deck about thirty seconds ago and now the first of the attack birds were being launched from the ships catapults as deck crews who werent preparing hoses and securing vital equipment worked with adrenaline enhanced speed to clear the planes on the deck, after all they were only weapons on the ground, on the deck they were just kindling.
Her squadron leader had been fired off the deck and was rushing towards the end of the ship when the point defence batteries on both sides of the deck commenced fire, chucking pillars of fire and smoke into the sky, hurling peices of metal, many of them guided, towards the missiles now beginning the death dive towards the fat target that the carrier presented. Lucy hit the engine safes and yelled "Tom, hold on!" at her weapons officer in the seat behind her.

The second plane from her squadron, piloted by the squadron XO was rushing towards the end of the flight deck when it simply dissapeared in a column of flame as the BROACH warhead penetrated to the upper hangar deck and detonated, blasting equipment and crew out of the sides of the ship and reducing yet more to unidentifiable hunks of charred meat. The third and fourth planes from the squadron that were already on the catapults were chucked across the deck, the pilots trying to punch out, only three of the four crew made it as one plane slammed into the bridge island and the other flew off the side of the deck into the sea. The fireball engulfed the remainder of the planes on the deck, curling back paint and triggering cries of worry from the battle net before it dispersed, leaving the deck blackened and crewmen rolling backwards and forwards across teh deck trying to put out fires that had somehow caught on supposedly fireproof uniforms. Lucy looked relieved until she noticed that the initial blast had cracked her cockpit, cracks that became a jagged edge of toughened glass above her head..... "TOM!" she yelled and hit the canopy explosive release, taking the remaining glass with it as explosive charges blasted it high into the air and off the ship. Panicking she hit the quick release for her harness and jumped up onto the sea and turned in one smooth motion, having been a gymnast before enlisting for six years only a few months ago.

Tom wasnt bleeding, the toughened glass having broken into harmless powder, but the concussion had badly winded him and probably broke a few ribs, so she helped him out of the cockpit and started to walk shakingly towards the entrance to the port side elevator as the ship started to list to starboard, water pouring out from the sides of the hangar decks and from the flight deck itself as copious amounts of water was applied to all visible fires, while they waited for the damage control teams to fix the foam application pump, which had been near where the missile had struck and had been badly jarred around.
Lucy and her injured copilot stopped as they reached the bridge rail and looked at the smoke laden horizon as the destroyer leader David C. Dodsworth came alongside to render assistance, and a war correspondant on the bridge of the smaller ship took what would become the most iconic picture of war, narrowly beating the other major picture that would be taken that day.
It showed two crewman standing alone on the listed deck of the Eagle, one obviously supporting the slightly taller other, while they looked out in despair at the destructive energies unleashed on the fleet with the fire and smoke of the missile hit to there own ship at there back.

CSS Collingwood

Every one of the Admirals took hits from the inbound missiles, three of them, including the flagship, took only one, another took two hits, a fifth took three hits, all of them suffering minor damage as the missiles were unable to deal significant damage through the massive armour protection afforded to the ships. However the last Admiral, the Collingwood took a nine hits, eight of which fell on her deck armour, the initial shaped charge blasting a pit in the armour deck that nearly broke through, allowing the main charge to burst in such a way that spalling and deck collapses wrecked and set fires in various compartments sheating the ship head to toe in smoke.
The ninth missile struck one of the 4 gun barrels in "A" 86cm gun turret, shearing it clear off and causing the main charge to burst against hte surface of the deck, preventing any internal damage but badly bowing in the front of the turret and ofcourse removing the gun that had been struck from action until a replacement could be found.

The various commanders and deck crews of the other ships in sight of the Collingwood thought for a moment that she had been lost and despaired before she sailed out of the front of the smoke cloud at flank speed, her gun turrets traversing to fire off a salvo in defiance of the enemy strike. The signalling lamp on the port bridgewing signalling a report to the flagship, and indeed to the world as she steamed defiantly on. This indeed would be the second iconic picture to be taken that day, and the caption would read.
"TO OC FORFLT, REPORTING LOSS OF STORES, REQUESTING IMMEDIATE RESSUPLY OF MARMITE RATIONS, OUT"

The fleet allowed a few moments to cheer before it returned to the battle for its very survival, and to the thoguht of avenging dead comrades and those who would die in the next few hours. The 1st Battle Squadron continued for its rendevous with the picket group while the Warspite battlegroup altered its heading and came to the maximum possible flank speed which would bring the possible flightpaths from Mount Rainier and the other Hirgizstanian Airbase involved in the airlift to the Nazi Scum [which had been detected a few minutes before the missiles by a recon pass of the Western half of North America] within range of the groups long range surface to air missile launchers, which were in the case of the swing arms being replenished by CFA fast logistics vessels that had been dispersed along the picket line.

LOSSES:-

1st Battle Squadron and supporting units

1 Admiral-class Battlecruiser with significant damage [CSS Collingwood]
1 Eagle-class carrier heavily damaged [CSS Eagle]
3 Town-class Cruisers heavily damaged and one lost [Newark, Milton Keynes and Melton Mobray damaged; Grantham lost]
1 Captain class Destroyer Leader Lost [CSS Timothy C. Poole]
4 23 class ASW Destroyers Lost, one damaged
4 180 Class Guided Missile Frigates Lost

Warspite strike group
1 Warspite class battleships with significant damage [CSS Ramilies]
3 Town-class Cruisers damaged and one lost [Kroxton Kerial, Tricomlee and Peurto Princessa Damaged, Stockport Lost]
2 23 class ASW Destroyers lost
2 231 class AD Destroyers lost
3 180 Class Guided Missile Frigates lost

43 Hits reported
1,690 Succesful interceptions
Missile Defence Effectiveness: 97.5%
Missiles Expended: 5,199 Missiles (3 per inbound)
Effectiveness of Individual Missiles: 71%

Warhead Failures Reported: 3
Warhead Failure Rate: 6.9%

For the Nazi Scum:
If the Confederacy is loosing this war, why then are our enemies routed by the mere presence of our forces as they take the most powerful blows our foe can land and simply continue to steam towards there ultimate objectives? It is use who should be considering the surrender of your forces

For the Hirgizstanian Cowards:
Your time will come, you will regret the day that you attacked the Confederate States without provocation

For the World:
It is with great regret that we must announce that following an unprovoked attack on Confederate States Navy units of the fourth fleet, that the Confederate States of Spizania are now at war with the Hirgizstanian "Commonwealth"
ALL GLORY TO THE HAMMER OF JUSTICE AND THE BLADE OF FREEDOM

Hirgizstan

21-01-2008, 20:05

11th Fleet, 2nd and 3rd CVBG's, 11th Fleet, North-Western Australia

[ORBAT-
2nd and 3rd CVBG's
1 Ronald Reagan Class CVN
1 Improved Nimitz Class CVN
6 Ticonderoga Class
6 Sprunace Class
6 Arleigh Burke Class
4 Oliver Hazard Perry Class
4 October Class
1 Iowa Class
4 Wolf Class
2 San Antonio Class
6 Sea Shadow V
3 Torrent Class
1 Tiger Class
2 Missouri Class
2 Verrazano Class
1 MEADS Frigate
1 THAADS Cruiser]

Admiral Stavi's voice came out of the speakers in the Operations Centre of the HNS Dakar, the lead Reagan Class Carrier of the 2nd and 3rd CVBG's. His voice was tinged with slight annoyance. "They expected our Big Blue's, shot them down before they became totally effective. I suggest using them on manual this time, they need the human touch to keep them out of harms way, the computer just isn't quick enough. Anyway, I know your coming into range, so fire away whenever your ready. Stavi out."

The first volley of missiles hadn't exactly been a success, over 1500 had been shot down and that was far from a success. But several ships had been destroyed and more had been damaged, including an Admiral Class.

The Spizanian's probably believed that was the best the Commonwealth could do, lob a thousand missiles and turn tail. But those first thousand were just testing, the wine before the dinner as it were. But even the missiles to come from the 2nd and 3rd CVBG's were not the main course, far from it. With two more entire Fleet's steaming at flank speed from Western America and Africa, the Spizanians would, eventually, be defeated. There was certainty in that.

The first and second CVBG's were slightly south-west of Dampier and were tracking the Spizanian Fleet heading fast south-east in pursuit of the 1st CVBG, as expected.

It had worked as the old saying went....'grab 'em by the nose, kick 'em in the ass.' The saying was, of course, better suited to land warfare, but it could work for the Navy aswell.

Over the next two hours the 2nd and 3rd CVBG's launched 3,466 Missiles, exactly double the first volley. 2400 came from the venerable Torrent Class ships, that had paid for themselves many times over in naval engagements with their unbeleviable missile capacity.

Of course, before these missiles were launched, four Big Blue's erupted from their VLS' and shot up into the sky, entering their flight path and then being controlled by human operators that would enable them to evade AAW's much more easily.

[Target List:
1st Battle Squadron and supporting units
6 Admiral-class battlecruisers= 20 Missiles Each (120 in all)
10 Eagle-class fleet carriers= 20 Missiles Each (200 in all)
16 County-class heavy cruisers= 20 Missiles Each (320 in all)
31 Town-class [GPE] General Purpose Escort Cruisers= 10 Missiles Each (320 in all)
16 Town-class [PCV] General Purpose Escort Cruisers= 8 Missiles Each (128 in all)
12 Borough class guided missile aviation vessels= 8 Missiles Each (96 in all)
15 Captain class Destroyer Leaders= 8 Missiles Each (128 in all)
44 23 class ASW Destroyers= 6 Missiles Each (288 in all)
24 231 class AD Destroyers= 6 Missiles Each (144 in all)
12 12 Radar Picketing Destroyers= 6 Missiles Each (72 in all)
72 180 Class Guided Missile Frigates= 6 Missiles Each (456 in all)

Warspite strike group
2 Warspite class battleships= 20 Missiles Each (40 in all)
5 Eagle-class fleet carriers= 14 Missiles Each (70 in all)
8 County-class heavy cruisers= 10 Missiles Each (80 in all)
15 Town-class [GPE] General Purpose Escort Cruisers= 10 Missiles Each (160 in all)
8 Town-class [PCV] General Purpose Escort Cruisers= 10 Missiles Each (80 in all)
6 Borough class guided missile aviation vessels= 10 Missiles Each (60 in all)
8 Captain class Destroyer Leaders= 8 Missiles Each (64 in all)
22 23 class ASW Destroyers= 8 Missiles Each (192 in all)
10 231 class AD Destroyers= 8 Missiles Each (96 in all)
6 12 Radar Picketing Destroyers= 8 Missiles Each (48 in all)
35 180 Class Guided Missile Frigates= 8 Missiles Each (304 in all)]

Once all the missiles had been fired, the 2nd and 3rd CVBG's did as the 1st hard and turned to head out of the Spizanian missile range.

OOC: FYI- the Big Blue will fly, in this scenario, at wave height, with human controllers. Also, my Penguin missile has several characteristics you should take into account (I should have posted this earlier so you would now, but I didn't, so its fine)- but now you will know- It first booster climbs to 65,000 ft before commencing a terminal dive to target, completely vertical, achieving a maximum speed of Mach 7-8 depending on weather. When it is aware of AAW's coming to intercept it performs a movement known as 'spiralling', wherein small high-powered air pockets in the sides of missile blow out, forcing the missile into a downward spiral, evading AAW and CIWS fire. Usually the Penguin aims to impact the magazine or CIC of the ship and has a delayed fuse of 1 second for its main weapon, similar to the Imsdaal BROACH.

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1st CVBG, 11th Fleet, Southern Australia

Firing missiles wasn't the sole part of upping the stakes in the naval battle. That was just a small part of the overral plan that would have the Spizanians turning tail or sinking to the bottom of the sea. Air power was one area where the Hirgizstanian Navy excelled, especially due to the fact that a single Ronald Reagan Class carrier could embark 220 aircraft and 20 helicopters.

Admiral Stavi was on the Flight Control Deck, part of the castle structure that sat in the middle of the carrier deck instead of at one side, along extra take-off and landing space either side. It was a revolutionary design that was sure to catch on in the future.

Already, ten SH-60R's were out on ASW patrol with a number of the CVBG escorts. His more immediate attention, however, was drawn to the aircraft that were busy gearing up for take off. The roar and whine of jet engines filled the air as F-78B's rocketed off. Ten were already in the air, protecting the CVBG, and now ten more would join them. Of the remaining 30, 20 would strap on ASM-158N's and join the F-18's on their strike mission. The 100 F-18's were also being readied for take-off, each loaded with four ASM-158N Buster missiles and two Sidewinders. The 'Buster' missile was described by the Navy as the 'anti-ship TOW'. The reason for this is its two stage warhead, designed to penetrate the hulls of ships. The first blast is a fragmentation device that spews out shards of depleted uranium ahead of the missile a few seconds before impact, and the second stage warhead is a 750lb thermobaric explosive device.

Characteristically Hirgizstanian, the missiles had a factory added piece of graffiti toward the nose that simply said, Knock, Knock.

Stavi watched as the F-18E's and F's were catapulted off the carrier and roared up into the sky. They were followed by five F-18G Growlers, which were the replacement of the EA-6, as the primary ECM aircraft of the COH Navy. They would fly 'interference' for the F-18's as they closed on their targets.

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11th Fleet, 2nd and 3rd CVBG's, 11th Fleet, North-Western Australia

Much the same thing was happening a couple of thousand miles away as F-18's, F78's and F-18G's roared off into the sky through the haze left by the launch of three thousand anti-ship cruise missiles.

The Nimitz Carrier did not launch any planes. This was to have around 70 aircraft in reserve in case of a swift counter-attack by the Spizanians who were sure to have planes in the air due to the missile strikes, as SOP dictated they get as many planes as they could off their carriers. That, however, might be a good thing for the 40 F-78's and 200 F-18's that were on their way to strike the Spizanian ships.

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Several Hours Later

The strike planes had to close to 280 nautical miles before they could launch the ASM-158N's. Ordinarily that would have put them within the flying range of Spizanian carrier escorts, but Spizanian aircraft were already in confusion over the initial thousand plus missile strike and would be in even more confusion with the three thousand plus strike, the missiles of which were flying just ahead above and below some of the COH strike aircraft.

It would be a real turkey shoot for the ASM-158's, they would fly in fast at Mach 6 at wave height masked by the F-18G's ECM systems and the four Big Blue missiles flying somewhere close. The first thousand plus missile strike had probed well and the information gleaned was now being put to deadly use. The Spizanians would get a lesson about how to fight a war.

The Initial Point came and went for all the strike aircraft, those flying south of Australia, and those flying to the West. An pair of E-2C's informed them of the positions of enemy aircraft and updated their missiles on the location of enemy ships. The it was time. The 140 F-78's and F-18's launched their 560 ASM-158N's which dropped away from the aircraft before igniting their solid fuel rocket boosters and shooting off into the horizon.

The strike planes turned and headed out of the area as fast as they could.

[Target List:
1st Battle Squadron and supporting units
6 Admiral-class battlecruisers= 20 Missiles each (120 in all)
10 Eagle-class fleet carriers= 20 Missiles each (200 in all)
16 County-class heavy cruisers= 5 Missiles each (90 in all)

Warspite strike group
2 Warspite class battleships= 20 Missiles each (40 in all)
5 Eagle-class fleet carriers= 10 Missiles each (50 in all)
8 County-class heavy cruisers= 5 Missiles each (40 in all)
10 231 class AD Destroyers= 2 Missiles each (20 in all)

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Southern Australia, Somewhere Near Spizanian ships

Captain Dempsey Harrison had one ear covered with the Sonar set headphones and the other he kept clear so he could hear what was going on on the Bridge and the Attack Centre that lay just down the narrow corridor.

His Hades SSN was travelling silent, at five knots, and was carefully picking out as many of the Spizanian ships as he could. They were travelling at flank speed and the engine signatures were streaming across the sonar screen perfectly, so perfectly that a trainee could probably pick some of them out they were displayed so well.

So far he two Admirals picked out, they were easy to spot as they had a much more powerful reverberation in the water than any other boat due to their size. One of them was damaged, that was for sure, as well as some of the other ships. The noises were disctinctive.

The only thing he was worried about, and it was a bloody big 'thing', was the Spizanian submarines. There were many more of them than Hirgizstanian subs and he wasn't at all sure were the Reich had theirs. The last thing he wanted to do was go firing on one of theirs. But if that was his worry, it was also the Spizanians. The thing about submarine warfare was, if you were deeply submerged, no VHF or other radio signal could reach you, so updates about enemy or friendly positions were few and far between, thus the Spizanian subs would be equally worried about firing on their own. That wouldn't stop them completely of course, but it would make them more cautious.

There were nineteen other Hirgizstanian SSN's somewhere in the area, he knew that from the last VHF transmission from Admiral Stavi. He had to admit, for a surface puke, he knew his stuff. He'd advised all of the SSN's to head west and hunker down and wait. Harrison wonder what for until he heard the screws of the first Spizanian ships. Whatever Stavi had done, probably fire a shit-load of missiles, the Spizanians were following him like a bunch of angry hornets, right over submerged Hirgizstanian submarines.

The sonar noise was immense now, and Harrison realised that if there any Spizanian subs nearby they would have a very tough time tracking him with all the other ships. The scenario was perfect. He just wondered if the other sub commanders were going to take advantage of it. But he didn't have to guess at this.

He was making his way to the Attack Centre to execute the firing command when his Sonarman shouted after him, "FISHES IN THE WATER...FRIENDLIES, Captain! Mk. 50's, heading for the Spizanian's."

The Captain walked back to the Sonar station, there were six in the water he was told, all fired consecutively. Then six more, followed by four more. The Hirgizstanian subs were firing!

He nearly ran to the attack centre. "Fire all torpedoes."

"Aye sir, firing.

One away.

Two away.

Three away.

Four away.

Five away.

Six away.

Torpedoes expended Captain."

"Good work gentlemen. Now, prepare to dive. Make your depth two hundred and fifty feet at eight knots, come to heading 150."

"Aye Captain. Speed up to eight knots, down-plain and make your depth two hundred and fifty feet, heading 150."

The Sonarman was back, "Fishes running smooth and normal Captain."

[Target List:
90 Mk.50 Torpedoes Fired:
1st Battle Squadron and supporting units
6 Admiral-class battlecruisers= 8 Torpedoes each (48 in all)
16 County Class= 2 Torpedoes each (32 in all)
10 Eagle Class= 1 Torpedo each (10 in all)]

Cotland

25-01-2008, 21:14

[OOC: Trist, still waiting for my envoy to be greeted. Oh, and attacking ships with air defense missiles. Original, though unlikely to work.]

Tristan Providence

25-01-2008, 21:14

Australian West Coast, 4th Deaths Will Battalion, Waffen-FS

The sun shined down on the elite soldiers of the GaR Waffen-FS. The Waffen-FS much like the SS is a major Nazi military organization exclusively under the Fuhrers control. It provided a guard for the Fuhrer as well as carried out special operations that had the special interest of the Nazi High Command. With the immanent invasion of the Reich homeland, these special interests have turned to protecting and guarding the west coast. And with the large picket line of enemy ships not far away, the FS was tasked with elimination of some of these aggressors.

Large missile launch platforms had been set up along the beaches of the Reich, 500 MGM-140 ATACMS missiles as well as 500 MIM-23 HAWK missiles were being prepared to launch at the enemy fleet. FS crewmen stood by their stations, enjoying the warm Australian day and the beautiful beach. The tides ebb in and out as the soldiers stood watch day in and day out, waiting for the order to fire.

The order to fire however would come sooner, rather than later. 15 miles inland at a large FS Battalion control post, Oberstleutnant Torsten Josef stood over his comm. system. The small radio transmitter beeped and whistled as a communication came over the airwave. "Oberstleutnant Josef… Yes Sir... Yes Sir... It will be done." Hanging up the transmitter he called over one of his subordinate officers. A young, brown haired man answered the commander’s call, walking up face to face with him. "Hauptmann, give the order to all posts to fix on their targets and launch." Josef said into the mans ear. Nodding his head the Hauptmann walked back over to his post and picked up yet another transmitter. Pressing the button firmly in, he sent a message to all the missile posts. "All posts, all post, fire when ready, fire when ready."

Back on the beach crews scrambled to acquire their assigned targets. The large spiznian ships would not be hard to hit with the advanced Shore to Ship missiles. Each crew plotted the coordinates to a target, and gave the count down for launch. "5...4...3...2...1... Launch." The engines of the missiles blazed in a fire of glory as the flew away into the afternoon sun. The sight was amazing as over 1000 missiles were launch simultaneously as the spiznian fleet. This would sure show the enemies of the Reich what they were messing with.

Targets:

1st Battle Squadron and supporting units
6 Admiral-class battlecruisers: 32 MGM-140 ATACMS missiles Each (162 Total
10 Eagle-class fleet carriers: 10 MGM-140 ATACMS missiles Each, 20 MIM-23 HAWK missiles Each (300 Total)
16 County-class heavy cruisers: 5 MGM-140 ATACMS missiles each, 10 MIM-23 HAWK missiles each (240 Total)
31 Town-class [GPE] General Purpose Escort Cruisers: 5 MGM-140 ATACMS missiles Each (155 Total)
16 Town-class [PCV] General Purpose Escort Cruisers: 15 MIM-23 HAWK missiles each (240 Total)

Tristan Providence

25-01-2008, 21:37

[OOC: Trist, still waiting for my envoy to be greeted. Oh, and attacking ships with air defense missiles. Original, though unlikely to work.]

OOC: Huh? I bought them from Hirg and he said the were Shore to Ship Missiles? Oh Sorry, Let me make up a post greeting your Envoy.

God I feel stupid now, lol

Tristan Providence

25-01-2008, 21:51

Christmas Island

It was a dark gloomy day for the Reich held Christmas Island. Soon to be handed over to the Realm to ensure "Peace." What a pitiful notion, peace can not be bought with land. The wolves of the world will grow hungry by the end of the day, and demand more. However the orders were clear, they must hand over Christmas Island. Kriegsmarine Admiral Markus Aloysius stood inside his office. A small box on his desk was filled with pictures and other nick knacks. He picked up a small globe, the only remaining thing left on his old oaken desk. He spun the little world around on its axis. His eyes followed it as it spun around and around. Oh how small of a world we live on. Is there not enough land for us all? As the Admiral continued to stand their, one of his staff members walked in. "Sir, the Cottish Envoy will be here shortly." She said in a soft tone. Without saying a word the admiral nodded and walked out of the room and headed for the Airstrip to meet with the Envoy.

OOC: Sorry for the short post, Have to go to Practice now

Hirgizstan

25-01-2008, 23:49

OOC: I sold GAR the MGM-140 ATACMS, which in Hirgizstan is the designation for the launch vehicle only, a longer version of the M270. Trist bought the shore-ship missiles, the MAS-140B (MAS- Missile, Anti-Ship). Unlike the original MGM-140 missiles, no longer in service, which were indirect-fire corps-level missiles, in Hirgizstan the standard missile for the MGM-140 ATACMS is the MGM-180 Block II, a 1000lb warhead cruise missile. To clarify, Trist has used the MGM-140 ATACMS to fire MAS-140B's, the anti-ship missiles he bought along with the MGM-140 ATACMS launch vehicle. The MAS-140B is a land-based version of the BGM-310 Penguin with a larger warhead (by 200lbs).

But Trist...its my bad for telling you about the MIM-23 HAWK along with the MGM-140. I think we got a few crossed wires. The HAWK is an anti-missile and anti-aircraft weapon. (In the COH Military the MIM-23 is not as in RL. Instead it is based on the HAWK principle and is basically a vehicle towable Patriot missile launcher.) Trist- use the HAWK against his planes and incoming missiles.

Hey Cot, I think your right about disclosing info about weapons systems at the start of threads. This one has been full of explanations about weaponry.

Hirgizstan

26-01-2008, 00:25

Johnson LB and Wilson HB, Greater Australian Reich

It hadn't been quite the white knuckle ride the Hirgizstanian pilots had been expecting. For the cargo flight crews it was simply another fairly routine mission, albeit to a country they'd never been to, but routine all the same. You'd barely have known there was even a war a few hundred clicks out to sea.

For the Fighter escort pilots the whole mission had been a boring one. They had refeulled half-way there and were loitering above the airstrips Johnson and Wilson for the AN-225's and C-18's to unload before they could land, catch a few hours sleep and finally take off for the return trip.

Pilots in most air forces would probably have considered it some kind of a blessing not to get caught up in fighting heading into or out of a warzone. But not Hirgizstanian pilots. From a young age Hirgizstanians are taught to embrace war as a natural fact of life on earth, and to see it as more of a positive than a negative. War is unavoidable, but instead of it being some uncessary thing it invariably presents the change needed to force society forward and to keep a goal-driven people healthy and at the peak of their abilities as a nation.

War had not always ruled the Hirgizstanian pysche. Until the Kameze people had driven them from their homes and oppressed them, war was considered as something awful, to avoid like a plague. But it eventually became the answer to the problems the Hirgizstanian people suffered and through war they broke their oppressors and renewed their dynamic society. War became something unique to the pysche of the Hirgizstanian nation.

It was always something enemies of the Commonwealth overlooked. The analytical human mind will usually strive for equivalence in aspects where it voids the conclusion. The Spizanians were a high minded people of questionable moral values that saw everything as their rightful crusade against everything they saw as bad. They had an aversion to war, like most people and nations. They would fight it, but reluctantly, and their equivalence suggested others would do the same.

But the Hirgizstanian people would not be broken by losses or cowered by flashy shows of shallow strength. The Spizanians could very well destroy one whole fleet, perhaps two and assume that the peace table would be thumped and cries of 'lay off' would resound.

But no, that would never happen. The Hirgizstanian people would ask for more, for one hundred...one thousand...one million dead enemies for just one of their own. Against a people like that, no foe could ever hope to triumph.

And so it was with boredom and annoyance etched across their faces that the Hirgizstanian fighter pilots kept watch over the two airfields as their comrades on the ground rolled their vehicles out of the AN-225's and onto the runways, to stand ready with allies...to fight and to win.

[Air Defense Units unloaded:

4 M670 HMTHAADS
2 M570 HMMEADS
3 MIM-104F PAC 10 Patriot AMS
2 Spyder ADS
2 Sky Guardian Multi-Mission ADS
6 Super Avenger]

The commander of the small, but potent, defense force was a Space Corps Lieutenant General who personally commanded on of the Patriot batteries. He waited at Johnson LB for the units unloaded at Wilson HB to arrive before moving anywhere. Once they were all formed up, LG Marcus Viganda jumped up on the sidebars of one of the small, fast Super Avengers at the head of the column and it sped off toward the buildings at Johnson airfield.

Reich officers were already waiting at the buildings on the airfield as he roared up in the heavily modified Cougar 4x4.

His uniform was different to the Army soldiers that manned everything but the Patriot batteries. They were manned by Space Corps personnell, dressed like him in a black, dark grey, dark brown and ochre digital pattern uniform. The Army soldiers wore their standard issue Multicam.

LG Viganda stepped smartly down from the sidebar of the Super Avenger to stand before the Reich officers assembled to meet them. He snapped off a salute, "Lieutenant General Marcus Viganda, Hirgizstanian Space Corps. At your service."

Cotland

26-01-2008, 00:44

[OOC: A ten-second search on Wikipedia revealed that the MIM-23 Hawk (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/MIM-23_HAWK) is an ancient American short range surface-to-air missile. Bloody old, and quite frankly bloody crappy compared to the newer weapons available. Certainly not something you'd want to attack a warship with. Not too sure about the efficiency in using ATACMS (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/ATACMS) missiles either. What you want to do if you want to have a reasonable chance at taking out a warship is to use a dedicated anti-shipping missile (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anti-shipping_missile) with some range, like an RGM-84 Harpoon, an NSM, a BrahMos (very good missile that, supersonic which means it's harder for him to intercept it), or if you're into Russian stuff (a lot of stuff with potential there), the SS-N-19 Shipwreck, SS-N-22 Sunburn or the SS-N-26 are some good candidates. Fired in large quantities, you stand a pretty good chance at taking down at least some of his ships. If you want some more tips, contact me via TG at Nationstates.net or PM on Lay's boards.]

The Trofast transport aircraft landed smoothly at the only asphalt runway on Christmas Island, the Navy pilots showing off their skills while at the same time trying to make the flight run as smoothly as possible for the flag officer they transported. The two fighters would circle the runway once, giving the Trofast a chance to clear the runway before they would land.

The grey-painted Trofast, bearing the markings of the Royal Cottish Navy's Fleet Air Arm and the airwing assigned to the aircraft carrier HMS Retaliation came to a halt at the assigned spot on the tarmac. The Cottish waited for the engines to power down before lowering the rear cargo ramp to allow the passengers to disembark.

The first persons out were two of the Royal Marines, holding their weapons in a manner which was non-threatening but still would allow the highly trained force recon soldiers to engage the enemy with deadly force within a second. They were dressed for the climate, wearing desert digital camo uniform pants and a tan tight-fitting t-shirt, a black tactical vest which was rated guaranteed Level III and limited Level IV proof, meaning they would definately defend the wearers from multiple hits from the 5.56mm ammunition that the GAR had as its standard. The Royal Marines also had Oakley sunglasses on to protect their eyes from the blistering sun and at the same time denying the GAR personnel from seeing exactly where the Royal Marines were looking at.

The two Royal Marines fanned out and quickly surveyed the area, deciding it was safe for their principal - the Cottish admiral - to exit the aircraft. A few seconds later, flaggkommandør Paulssen emerged, for the occation dressed in his Class A uniform, which was a pair of white uniform pants, white dress shoes, white uniform sleeve-less shirt and a white uniform hat. His shoulder boards displayed his rank, with one thick golden stripe with a thinner stripe with the navy loop. On the left side of his chest, three and a half rows of "salad" displayed the medals awarded to Paulssen. On the right-hand side of his chest hung his nametag, underneath which hung the golden Surface Warfare Qualification insignia that showed that Paulssen was a line officer qualified for service aboard surface warships. The only thing breaking the crisp white uniform was the olive tactical pistol holster attached to the olive pistol belt hanging over the white leather uniform belt, in which Paulssen's personal silver-coated Colt M1911 pistol rested. The pistol had been a personal gift from His Majesty when Paulssen was promoted to flag rank seventeen months ago, and he was quite fond of it.

Paulssen looked at the surroundings as the two Royal Marines took up positions approximately five meters apart, none being more than one body length from their principal. Behind the admiral, a further two Royal Marines did the same, while the other four Royal Marines provided a similar protective circle around the other four Cottish naval officers, who were dressed like their admiral. Two of the officers had the rank of orlogskaptein (three golden stripes with the top one having the naval loop) while the other two held the rank of kapteinløytnant (two golden stripes with the top one having the naval loop). They kept in the background as the entourage approached the GAR admiral who waited for them.

Paulssen walked up to the admiral, stopped and snapped to attention. His salute was crisp, his right arm moving up to his right eyebrow in a perfect 45° angle with the hand slightly canted forward so that the palm wasn't revealed to the person being saluted. Paulssen held the salute for a good ten seconds, eyeing the admiral he saluted before ending the salute, quickly bringing the arm back down before he spoke in a deep, powerful voice. For the occation, he spoke in English.

"I am Rear Admiral Ove Paulssen of the Royal Cottish Navy, humbly representing His most Glorious and Honorable Majesty King Haakon the Eighth of Cotland, Monarch of Cotland, Sovereign Ruler of the Realm, Supreme Warlord of the Armed Forces, Protector of the Weak, Defender of the Faith and a thousand other titles! To whom am I speaking?"

Layarteb

25-02-2008, 02:56

OOC: bump. curious if anything is progressing with this?

Spizania

12-03-2008, 16:45

Picket Wing, 1st Battlecruiser Squadron, ELINT Control Room of a PCV

"They just never learn do they?" commented the SAM controller for the PCVs attendant squadron as he designated the enemy aircraft, preliminary tagged as Super Hornets, which, judging by the rather anaemic jamming being put out by the enemy craft, included at least some "Growler" EW Platforms, which were perfectly adequate in the SAM supression role, but against hte concentrated ELINT base available to the armada, all it did was make the signal scrubbers work slightly hardly than they would anyway.
"Enemy birds lit, requesting permission to fire!" he barked to the commander of the picket squadron, who relayed the request into the secure phone to the battlegroup command vessel (The Flagship of Brevet-Vice Admiral Melissa Theireau, the Anson), "Fire Mode is Green, Fire when ready!" he called back.
"Roger, firing" and with that simple two word reply he stabbed the big flashing red button in the middle of his console.
The Blackbird Surface to Air Missiles were travelling far faster than the rather lackluster Hornets, and so unless they attempted to withdraw they would be destroyed roughtly 300 nautical miles beyond the picket line, rendering any weapons they could possibly be carrying totally useless.
The Imsdal missile spam was practically a repeat of the earlier attack, and the response was the same, targets were screened for decoys and the confirmed enemy missiles were engaged with mass missile fire from the moment they were detected.
However the inbound low level missiles were more troublesome, especially as the thicker atmosphere was playing too many tricks on the IR detection gear aboard the picket airships for it to be of that much use, so it was probably lucky that they had designed a defensive mechanism for just this scenario, well really... it was just a rehash of a weapon system that had been around since nearly the dawn of military aviation...... flak.
Well not traditional point and click flak, massive flak shells with huge ranges and guidance gear linked back to the massive combat computers aboard the ships firing the guns.
28cm and 13.5cm guns turned towards the enemy missiles and started firing as fast as they could, sending dozens of these Guided Fragmentation shells on their merry way.
As they reached the apex of the trajectory on which they had been sent, a nose cap detached and revealed the sensor and guidance head and little drag fins were unlocked and prepared to guide the weapons short flight to target, with information provided by the pickets, the airships and low altitude recon sattelites the weapons were maneuvred into the optimal posistion to cause the most damage to the inbound missile swarm and were then command detonated by an unjammable split frequency transmission from the firing vessel.
Three or four missiles winked out with each burst, the multi million dollar missiles wiped out by relatively cheap weapons, and they had not even entered visual range of the outer pickets, missiles that survived numerous close encounters with the flak burst were provisionally marked as decoys and excluded from the computer calculations that directed the guns training and elevation

Nonetheless, many of the missiles reached the range at which they would pop up, as as they got closer the weapons gradually switched to engage the priority target, the Imsdal missiles which were maneuvring into the dive posistion.
But there was one defence that had not been deployed until now, unlike the last time the enemy had attacked, every air superiority fighter available to the fleet was airbourne, and they, as was standard procedure, had been loaded with a pair of short range UCAWS-AA Air to Air Missiles while they remained on the decks of the carriers prior to the first attack, which would now be employed to deadly effect, ignoring the Penguin Missiles the massive fighter force stood on the tails of the Lu-45s and other aircraft and shot into the sky, straight into the face of the enemy missile barrage.

Gold Leader, Above the Carrier Eagle
The lightly armed Air Superiority fighter bucked as it emerged from the hammerhead cloud of smoke that marked the burning hulk that was the fighters home vessel into the unsullied sunlight of an early tropical morning.

"This is Gold Leader, I have Target Three-Three-Alpha-Two, two armed"
"Leader, Three, I guess thats one taken care of, maybe one of us will get lucky and take a hit instead of the Big E downstairs"
Instead of telling the pilot to stop filling the channel with unneccesary chatter, he simply clicked his microphone in silent agreement and returned his attention to the HUD that had painted the target missile onto his canopy.
His firing computer started beeping as a red bracket appeared around the weapon, then at five seconds from impact the bracket turned green and the tone turned into a solid unchanging tone that reminded many pilots of the sound that an ECG made when the patient being monitored died.
"Flatline Sounded, Confirm Sweetlock, Two Armed"
He closed his eyes and pushed the firing stud, sending both his missiles off the shoulder rails of his fighter and pushing them vertically upwards ahead of the aircraft. A flash appeared along his line of flight which was so bright he blinked away from it and thought it would be burned permeanantly into his vision, but it faded quickly back to the serene blue of the early morning......
He had survived.
"Gold Leader, congratulations on twelve stops, no inbound Imsdaals" was the first report he heard, coming from the combat controller aboard the damaged Eagle.
Then the anguished call came across the squadron channel, a message that would freeze the heart of the normally resilliant fighter pilots of the squadron. "Leader, Nine, Eight hit a missile, shes gone"

Gold Leader blinked, he couldnt believe it, but then he looked at his threat board and noted that Gold Eight had dissapeared from the threat board.
"Gold Leader, this is Control, be advised multiple marks now breaking profile and assuming what is probably a dive angle attack profile"
Gold Leader responded with a double click of his microphone and then noted that Gold Ten was veering off from the near vertical climb to head straight for the enemy Penguin missiles now healing over for a dive to target.
"Gold Ten, Leader, Return to formation immediately"
His only answer was static, followed by a wail that left no doubt as to his intention, a second later Gold Ten hit one of the inbound missiles and vanished in a short lived ball of fire...... Two of the squadron were dead, two more to add to the vast list of those who had fallen in service today.

Thanks to the intervention of the massive force of airbourne multirole and air superiority aircraft, the Imsdaal wave had been all but wiped out, and only three of the massive number of inbound Imsdals had actually struck escorts, claiming three escorts that simply disintegrated under the massive detonation as internal magazines cooked off.
The Penguin missiles were another matter, although the methods used to avoid the decoy strike had been quite effective, the drastically reduced firepower that had been expended against them meant that more would get through, mostly against the capital ships as the escorts had been given priority against these ridiculous weapon systems.
Escorts that had been struck by these weapons suffered heavy damage and either started to list as fire crews rushed to extinguish the fires lit across the ships or immediately began to slip beneath the waves, in which case the crews started to jump over the sides, swimming iether to nearby support vessels, or to the captains launch and lifeboats. Nine more escorts fell to the missiles with another three suffering damage varying from heavy to critical.
But they would be the last ships lost to the salvo.

The thing was the Hirgizstanian naval "Strategists" had made the rather ridiculous assumption that the capital ships CIC would be reachable by an AShM without piling through several decks and numerous bulkheads, which was a complete fallacy, as the Combat information centre on capital warships was posistioned deep within the vessel. The missiles that struck the larger ships simply detonated after penetrating the outer screen bulkhead and the main charges did not even penetrate the decapping plate on the main belt. The Collingwood was hit by so many missiles that several compartments in the flank of the ship had simply dissapeared by the time she emerged from the massive blast cloud, having previously suffered more deck damage from the three additional Imsdals that had struck her during this second belated salvo.
Other Admirals suffered damage from Penguins and Imsdals that had slipped through the net, but they still have 71 86cm main guns in working order, which would prove critical for the counterstrike.

CIC, CSS Ansonp
The only sign of the attack in the CIC of the massive warship ahd been a slight flickering of the rooms lights and vibrations through the decks as the superstructure above the room shook under the punishment it was been subjected to.
"These idiots really need to learn about modern naval practice and fire concentration dont they?" remarked Brevet-Vice Admiral Theireu to her Flag captain, a man who had served as the ships navigation officer during his first tour aboard, during the visit to the "Fleet Week" celebrations in Layarteb City. The Captain made a face and pointed to the feed being fed to one of the rooms main monitors from an ASW helo patrolling the area, showing the wreck that had been the Captains Quarters. "They took out my cabin" he said, deadpan.
Mellisa smiled "Dont worry about it..... wel get you a new" she began before a torpedo defence officer cut her off.
"Queen Three, Torpedo Torpedo Torpedo, bearing 210 range five zero decimal three; Priming torpedo defence array" he shouted as he punched the bank of switches on his console responsible for torpedo defence and counterattack, starting a series of processes.
First the computer slaved the local escorts' SONAR arrays to its own computer calculations and trinangulated the location of the torpedo launches from the data provided by them, it then computed several rather basic time to target calculations taking into account the speed of sound in sea water and synced the escorts sonars and the ships own so that the waves would arrive at the launching locations at the same time, deafening the crews and rendering the ships the most powerful returns for miles, preventing effective countermeasures and preventing the torpedo defence system from distracting the Sea Doru missiles that were soon to be fired. After each pulse was returned to the escorts or the ships main sonar, the computer adjusted for the submarines motion (notable by analysing the pattern of returns) and repeated the ping, keeping the submarines in the bracket.
Next the computer calculated firing solutions for the escorts armament of Sea Doru missiles and triggered five missiles against the launching location, which was continually updated through the missiles datalink, allowing the torpedoes deployed from the missiles to be deployed in the optimum posistion to attack the submarine, providing no time for additional evasive maneuvres on the part of the crew of the submarine.
That had probably been the worst tactic the Hirgizstanians could have utilised, being as the entire deployed Confederate Submarine force was already at the rendevous assisting the lighter picket force, meaning anything that was submerged in the water was an enemy submarine, allowing them to fire first and ask questions later.
"Amateurs" muttered the sonar operator derisively as the 28cm automortars aboard the ship and surrounding escorts opened fire, filling the sea around the ships iwth a screen of mini depth charges which claimed the torpedoes like some kind of devils version of the method of using dynamite fish.
Four of the torpedoes headed for Anson fell to the barrage and another two fell to the hail of shells put out by the ships oversized battery of ASHUM supercavitating autocannon, leaving two torpedoes to hit, seconds apart, causing no serious damage beyond springing a few hull plates and opening a few pinpoint leaks into stearage, which was immediately countered by emergeancy bilge pumps, with wet suited crewmembers dispatched to patch them.

No capital ships fell to the barrage, with one Eagle class taking moderate damage when the ASHUM battery nailed a torpedo at the last possible second, however the submariners would not be so lucky, what with five torpedoes about to appear directly above every single one of them within a few seconds of each other, and with the entire fleet pounding them with synched arrival sonar pulses.

OOC: This is the response to the attack, the counter attack is coming soon.
Missile expenditure similar to that of the previous strike per missile, ie. Twice as many missiles expended this time around. Flak asset ammunition expenditure is not a significant amount of fleet capacity, escorts now replenishing Surface to Air missile stocks from the fast freighters and other vessels in the group, (Hirgizstan, now you see why my combat support arm is soo large)
IC#2:

Operation Golden Sledgehammer, Confederate Navy Counterattack
The Admiral turned to her flag captain, "Time to swing the Hammer dont you think?" She said in a rather cheerful voice, relishing the destruction she was to unleash, destruction that would dwarf what the enemy had been able to do to the ships in her care.
The captain nodded, the look of anguish at the loss of his quarters being replaced with a mirthless grin.... a feral grin, he swung his chair around and entered an order into his console.
"ALL STATIONS, COMMENCE OPERATION GOLDEN SLEDGEHAMMER, GOOD LUCK"

The Confederate Navy had already absorbed what had to be the vast majority of the tiny enemy task forces ability to hurt it, and had been blooded, now it was time to return the favour. Although the main missile armament of the fleet was unable to reach those ranges and the Khans carried aboard its cruisers were vastly oversized for the task in hand, there was a happy medium. The SL-N-9 "Bluejay" Surface to Surface missiles aboard the County class cruisers for example, they had the range to undertake a simultaneous coordinated attack on all three enemy forces simultaneously from multiple vectors. With a cruise speed of Mach 5 (Terminal Velocity equal to the Khan, thats Mach 11.8) and a 2 tonne warhead similar to the far larger weapon aboard a Khan missile, it would be devestatingly effective against light enemy escorts and armoured warships.
With a sophisticated attack program that caused the missiles to coordinate against the enemy units deploying the most effective air defence systems and ensure that those ships were destroyed before other targets were engaged, which would be engaged in an order determined by there effectiveness in the air defence role (most effective first) from directions that would cover more than one hundred and eighty degrees of sky. In Addition each SL-N-9 carried a light munitions carousel that in this case was loaded with six ML-1 Point Interceptor missiles that would be used to engage enemy SAMs launched against the missiles, further increasing the effectiveness of the salvo.

Fifteen County-class Cruisers were tasked and commenced firing in a salvo directed for time-on-target and maximum effect, five cruisers fired on each enemy vessel, deploying its full armament of SL-N-9s in under thirty seconds, leaving its forward deck a mass of open hatches for missile tubes and spraying vast amounts of white smoke and steam across the foredecks of the ships as they fired, riding tails of flame towards the enemy to do the devil's work.
320 missiles had been expended against each enemy task force. As determined by the attack program they would reach the target simultaneously, unlike the dribble of missiles that had characterised the first enemy strike, in addition they were being coordinated by visual and IIR data from the spotting database of enemy ship configuratoins and the powerful long range detection systems of the armada, rendering the expected enemy Electronic Warfare response pretty much useless.

This was only part of the strike, the missiles would damage or wipe out the enemy escort screen, while the Admiral class battlecruisers brought down the enemy carriers of the lead enemy unit, these were believed to be carrying the suspected war criminal who had caused the deaths of nearly sixty thousand confederate servicemen and women in the disasterous campaign in the Middle East, they would be avenged.
The 6 Battlecruisers has 71 remaining 86cm/62 ETC Mark II weapons, the most powerful naval artillery weapons ever concieved, the massive barrels of the guns were capable of tossing out 12 tonne AP shells, but they would not be in this case, they would be exploiting the work of the top secret Project Babylon. Consisting of highly modified 50cm CPC shell bodies, they were fitted with passive targetting packages similar to those on the UACM missile system, with imaging scanners in both the IR and Visual ranges (which should be largely immune to your Big Blue derived systems), they woudl activate in the latter part of the projectiles flight and guide the warhead, consisting of 150kg of PETN inside the semi armour peircing capable CPC projectiles, to the target. They would reduce the enemy carriers flight decks to rubble unless they penetrated the deck into the hangars, where they would cause even worse damage.
They were fired from SABOTs while mated too a two stage solid rocket booster, that would boost them into a quasi-ballistic trajectory that would carry them to the target quickly but would not expose them to interference of the enemy SDI system, in addition, by the time they approached the target the boosters would have both seperated, making them far harder to detect than the inbound "Bluejays", and with a rotating sheath fixed to the vast majority of the projectiles nose, they would be difficult to intercept, even for the laser based systems rumoured to have been deployed on some enemy vessels for defence against ballistic weapons.
36 were aimed at the larger of the enemy carriers in the fleet group that had engaged first, 35 at the smaller.
The six battlecruisers turned to port to bring X turret to bear and salvoed, firing the first 71 in a few seconds, then the automatic loaders rammed the second load of projectiles into the guns after the brass cases from the first salvo had been ejected from the turret to roll about the maindeck.
Many projectiles had been decorated by enterprising gun crews, including the A gun turret chief on the Collingwood, who had stencilled "CPO ADAM RICHARDS, NGS OFFICER, C/5th DRAGOON GUARDS, DUBAI, REMEMBER ME?" onto the nose of the one of the projectiels in the first salvo.
Sixty seconds after the first salvo, the second was away, and a minute after that, the third and final salvo was discharged from the guns.

OOC: I cant remember if that is the same admiral as that disaster in Dubai, but if he isnt, just put it down to faulty intelligence :p

Hirgizstan

20-03-2008, 20:07

1st CVBG, 11th Fleet, Southern Australia

Admiral Stavi knew it was only a matter of time. He wasn’t in the least bit surprised when he was informed that the Confederacy had retaliated.

In truth he, and the entire COH Navy, had never met a force so large and well equipped. His small force and that of the other two CVBG’s North-West of him were not a fair match for the Spizanian’s.

But where other nations might have turned tail and fled or made peace, Stavi knew that wasn’t the Hirgizstanian way. Like all in the country he knew war was necessary for the advancement, success and health of society. If he died, it certainly would not be in vain.

He had talked to the Fuhrer himself not an hour ago in the CIC. The leader of the nation had told him the Spizanians were waking the instrument of their destruction. Stavi knew it to be true, but doubted he would live beyond that day.

It was a testament to their training that his men didn’t flinch, didn’t shy away from their duty but met it with grim determination.

Thus the call of “Enemy missile launch,” caused no real surprise in the CIC or elsewhere in the CVBG. The ships still had plenty of time to prepare. The satellites had detected the missiles launched from nearly 900nm away, giving plenty of time for evasive manoeuvres.

The speedy and advanced Wolf Class Air Defense Frigates began to move outwards from the Carriers and escorts, priming their myriad systems and weapons in preparation to meet the enemy missiles.

The good news seemed to be that there were just over 300 missiles. The bad news was that they were highly advanced and extremely fast. The other bad news was that the Admiral Class ships had fired their guns and the projectiles were hard, near impossible, to track at first.

Alarms sounded across the entire 1st CVBG as crews went to battle-stations and prepared to meet the enemy attack.

The first ships to fire were the two Wolf Class. Missiles erupted from the decks and VLS tubes, rocketing up into the sky, their contrails being whipped away and dispersed by the Pacific winds. A superb fire show began above and around the 1st CVBG as the RIM-116’s, 7PTC’s and 7M’s threw their payloads at the Spizanian missiles.

Few of the missiles were stopped, as they were largely in their final stages, doing close to Mach 11. The missiles were also capable of deploying their own anti-missile systems, further hampering the CVBG’s ability to destroy them.

Of course the Wolf ships were not the only ones to begin firing. RAM and VLS systems on nearly every ship in the CVBG began to engage, throwing millions of NCN’s worth of hardware at the enemy missiles.

Of the 320 Spizanian missiles fired, 125 scored hits.

Both of the Wolf Class ships were hit more than ten times each, in the superstructure and hull, forcing both ships to be abandoned. This was largely because the advanced enemy missiles were designed to target the most effective air defense vessels first. The small frigates fought off as many missiles as they could with the Phalanx CIWS burned fiercely, producing a pall that hung over the rest of the CVBG like a death cloud. Both ships would eventually sink.

The next best air defense ship was also a frigate, a MEADS (Medium Extended Area Defense System) Class. It was hit by eight Spizanian missiles, completely destroying the main superstructures and turning the hull into something approximating swiss cheese. But the resilient ship stayed afloat for a long time, allowing the surviving crew to deploy the surviving lifeboats.

The Iowa and Missouri class ships managed to fend off large numbers of missiles each while absorbing impacts on the hulls and superstructures of the battleships. But they remained floating and operating after the fires aboard had been doused.

Several of the other Destroyers, Frigates and Cruisers had been hit that led to the sinking of an Oliver Hazard Perry Class ship. The rest were badly damaged but limped out from under the wreaths of smoke that bathed them.

As Admiral Stavi looked on from a top-down satellite view he could barely see the ships in his group. He knew the losses were bad and to make matters worse he knew that huge numbers of enemy shells were heading straight for his Carrier and the small San Antonio Class.

A radar operator called off the range as he saw it, indicating when RIM’s were fired and whether they had intercepted or not. He didn’t believe for a second they would do much good and when he heard the dull roar of the CIWS he knew to grab hold of the nearest railing. He smashed a button on a console next to him and a loud alarm and red warning lights erupted throughout the ship with a shrill call “Brace for Impact…Brace for Impact…”.

The first direct hit jarred the ship to its core. Sailors in the lower parts of the reactor room were shaken off their feet as the first 150kg PETN warhead exploded on the ships rear deck elevator, sending a fireball through the rear lower repair deck.

Another shell smashed into the lower hull. Stavi could have sworn he felt the ship lift out of the water with the impact. The next hurled him off his feet and sent him flying into a console where he was knocked unconscious.

11th Fleet, 2nd and 3rd CVBG's, North-Western Australia

Admiral Stavi didn’t know how the other two CVBG’s up north fared against the 320 missiles fired at them. If he had been alive he would have been glad that the Spizanian’s had not used their Admirals against them yet, but there were little to stop them from doing so in soon enough.

There were more ships so, naturally, they fared better but still suffered heavy losses and equipment and men.

Another two Wolf Class ships were sunk, with the other two suffer heavy damage but they remained operational. A Sprunace Class destroyer was also sunk but stayed afloat for a long time before listing to starboard and disappearing below the waves. A further small Oliver Hazard Perry Class was lost, and flight operations on the Nimitz Carrier were halted after a missile tore into the front of the hull under the front of the flight deck.

After the furore of the attack the unsuccessful strike mission aircraft began returning, some loitering until the decks of the injured Nimitz Class were cleared of emergency crews.

Admiral Stavi was the overall 11th Fleet Commander, but in his absence the next highest ranking officer was a Rear Admiral, in this case a stocky Arizonan called Walt Linder.

He was deep inside the Reagan Class Carrier looking at various reports streaming in from the two CVBGs under his command and Admiral Stavi’s that was unable to conduct offensive operations for the time being. Stavi had been knocked out and because of head trauma had fallen into a coma. He was out of the battle for now.

But Linder wasn’t. And he’d be damned if he didn’t give the Spizanians an answer.

Those ships with large internal stores had replaced many, if not all, of the Penguin and Imsdaal missiles they had already fired. Those that had none left wouldn’t tie up the supply ships in the middle of recovering from the Spizanian attacks. Many ships were dealing with a tough situation, most having taken on surviving crew members from other boats or they were busy trying to repairing damage.

Luckily for Linder, the Torrent Class Arsenal ships had submerged themselves prior to the attack. None of them had been hit. The big Battleships were also fully operational and despite minor and major damage on the other Carrier escorts enough of them were good to fire their missiles.

They way the Rear Admiral saw it now was that the Spizanian missiles were deadly, but they could be dealt with to an extent. What was much more worrying was the enemy Admiral class of ships. Their gun attacks on Stavi’s CVBG had all but wrecked the Reagan Class and had sunk the San Antonio Class. They would have to be dealt with.

Linder was informed that 1200 missiles would provide 200 for every Admiral Class. That was 100 Imsdaals and 100 Penguins per ship. If it didn’t sink them it would cripple them beyond use.
Unlike previous attacks Linder decided to ‘stagger n stack’ the missiles which meant that groups of 25 missiles would fly together producing identical TOT’s (Time On Target’s). Each group of 25 would be extremely closely followed by another group, and then another and so on. The aim of the strategy was to overwhelm and drain the enemy ships defensive systems and give the missiles a better chance of getting through.

Linder watched from the busy Flight Ops deck of the Carrier as ships all around him began to play their orchestra of death. The contrails of the missiles hung in the air for a short while and finally dissipated, usually to be replaced by the contrails of another missile. Linder puffed on a cigar as he watched, angrily clenching the end of it in his teeth and puffing away. He hoped he wasn’t the only one attacking the Spizanians.

Southern Australia, Somewhere Near Spizanian ships

Captain Dempsey Harrison was one of the only sub drivers prepared for the unbelievably swift Spizanian counter-attack. After firing his final torpedo he blew his tanks and dived the boat as fast as he could, with the sounds of sonar pinging, depth charges and Sea Doru’s echoing through the hull and sonar gear.

Harrison was too fast in his reactions for the Spizanains and his Hades SSN was on the bottom and silent before the enemy weapons had positively identified him.

But his blood still boiled as he heard the crushing sound of collapsing bulkheads and massive underwater explosions as the Spizanian counter-attack made its mark on his comrades.

For now Harrison, and perhaps a few other of his peers, were safe. But instead of feelings of relief a dangerous and volatile mood of anger filled his boat. Young men became filled with murderous rage as only Hirgizstanian’s can. They desperately wanted revenge but were in no position to mete it out.

However, thousands of miles away, other Hirgizstanians were prepared.

Losses:
1 San Antonio Class
1 Sprunace Class
4 Wolf Class AADFG
2 Oliver Hazard Perry Class
1 MEADS Class
3 Hades Class SSN
4 Los Angeles SSN
3 Seawolf SSN
1 Virginia SSN

Numerous other ships damaged to varying degrees, including Stav’s Reagan Class Carrier which was abandoned apart from a small rescue crew trying to keep it afloat.

Joint Military Command HQ, Hirgizstan City, Cape Verde

What was strange was that the Fuhrer was more angry than any of the military men or cabinet appointees had ever seen him before. But it only showed in his face. He didn’t shout or stomp around the table like a demented bull. He sat, fingers pressed together in an unnervingly quiet contemplation that scared even some of the tough Joint Chief’s to their very core.

All of the Joint Chief’s, Cabinet members and the Fuhrer had just been informed of the latest casualty count in the 11th Fleet. It was the largest military loss in recent history. Numerous high-ranking naval officers had also been lost, men that had been friends and colleagues of the Joint Chiefs, some of whom had even met the Fuhrer.

The Hirgizstanian Navy had not lost a single ship for a long time. Now, in the space of two hours, they had lost twenty, with many more damaged including a Ronald Reagan Class that was still floating but completely gutted and useless for anything more than scrap metal.

The Fuhrer suddenly sat forward in his chair, spreading his hands out across the polished wooden table over the screen that was set into it. He spoke slowly and in a low voice, “Seven thousand three hundred and forty….seven thousand three hundred and forty brave sailors were lost today.”

He paused to let the figure sink in some more.

“There are protests already beginning in Lusaka, in this city, in Boise, in Alberquerque, in Phoenix, in Dakar and Tripoli…even in Berlin and Paris. You know what our people are calling for?”

He paused again, before saying with sinister overtones, “Blood…they are calling for blood…Spizanian blood.”

No one spoke. The Fuhrer breathed deeply, controlling the overwhelming anger that was welling up inside him.
“We shall deliver that blood…by the truck load. The Confederacy has killed thousands of our citizens. We shall kill two million of theirs by this evening, and by the next evening we shall have killed ten million. And by the evening after that, one hundred million.”

The Joint Chiefs and Cabinet members were taken by complete surprise. But the feeling soon passed as the Fuhrer sat silently, looking at them one by one to gauge their opinion. Without speaking everyone at the table resolved to do what the Fuhrer wanted.

He spoke again, with a clinical brevity that belied what he had said a few minutes ago. “We shall commence Operation ASHES but with new targets. Spizanian targets to be precise.” He looked to the Joint Chiefs on the left side of the table, “The full resources of the nation are at your disposal. We move to DEFCON Two immediately and I give my express permission for all necessary materials to be released pertaining to Operation ASHES. I want to be kept completely informed. We will go with four Vestas of CX in the first strike. After that we can, as per the ASHES plan, assume that they will issue NBC equipment to some civilians, so we go with DS warheads from then on. Am I clear, gentlemen?”

The very mention of CX and DS had made the Joint Chiefs sit up straighter and the Cabinet members suddenly become much more alert. CCl2NOH (CX) was simply what nightmares were made of, and ClCO2CCl3H2SO4HF (DS) was a purposefully sinister Hirgizstanian creation. The Fuhrer had just authorized use of both.

Eastern Africa

Operation ASHES was a relatively old strategic plan, the units of which had been in place for many years. Originally the plan was dedicated toward a strategic nuclear, chemical, biological and conventional missile attack on Russian territory in Yemen.

Many different Army, Air Force, Navy and Space Corps assets were in place right along the Hirgizstanian shores of the Red Sea, even up through Sudan.

The newest additions to the forces arrayed in this area were the Layartebian made BGM-233 Vesta and their TELs. The Empire had designed the world’s most advanced quasi-ballistic missile that was road-transportable, quickly launched, quickly re-loaded and exceptionally difficult to find for an enemy force. Against the Russians, that would be a major asset as their military forces were some of the best. The Spizanian Confederate forces, on the other hand, were woefully pathetic, under-funded and under-manned due to the fact that they habitually pour much of their military resources into their Navy. The Vesta would outmatch their pathetic air and missile defense units and any notion of a plane shooting the missile down was purely laughable. The only unit up to the job anywhere in the world was the AL-52 Dragon, and that was a Hirgizstanian aircraft!

The first phase of Operation ASHES would now concentrate on Spizanian targets in Yemen, instead of Russian ones. The initial phase of ASHES was titled ‘The Horsemen’, citing eight missiles to be fired at major towns/cities to generate an approximate death-toll of two million or more civilians. The warhead choice would be up to the Fuhrer.

In this case he had chosen chemical gas, CX.

CX was Phosgene Oxime, commonly referred to by chemists as a ‘nettle agent’. The CX warhead for the Vesta carries enough liquid (rendered an aerosol on above-ground detonation over target area) to blanket up to 5 miles in all directions with extreme to medium-high doses. Climate and environmental conditions can worsen or lessen the spread of the gas and may alter the direction of the blast. But the ‘heavy’ nature of the chemical means that a ground zero area of approximately 2 miles from the detonation point will always receive an extremely high dose.

Effects will be immediately apparent with CX and will usually include raised and reddened patches of exposed skin with weals, hives and brown pigmentation occurring within minutes at ground zero and within hours elsewhere.

Immediate exposure will also likely produce bloodshot eyes, corneal laceration and blindness at ground zero, although the gas will and can produce these effects for some distance beyond.

The effects on the respiratory system at ground zero will, after a period of one-five hours, produce symptoms approximating acute, late stage pulmonary edema and this is one of the two main forms of death from exposure.

The other main form of death is gastrointestinal haemorrhaging which usually begins at ground zero within two hours and will cause the break down of stomach, liver and lung cells producing violent regurgitation of blood from the stomach via the mouth.

Finally, those beyond ground zero may develop the aforementioned symptoms within the next 48 hours. Anyone beyond this will, usually, be successfully treated for the pulmonary edema and the haemorrhaging. But there is no cure for CX exposure and those who do not die within 48 hours will, eventually, over a period of days and weeks, die of necrosis of the human tissue.

The first four missiles in Operation ASHES will each carry CX warheads and will be targeted at Thamud, Sayhut, Nishtun and Al Ghaydah in Yemen and Muscat, Al Ashkarah, Salalah and Al Khaburah in Oman.

The next phase of the operation will be another Vesta strike, utilising 30 warheads, mostly of Diphosgene Sulphur.

DS is a heavily engineered chemical weapon based around Phosgene gas. Enriched with various highly concentrated corrosive acids DS works to break down the filters and protective fabric layers of NBC warfare equipment including seals on vehicles, buildings, tanks, clothes and gas masks to help the Diphosgene penetrate.

Diphosgene is the concentrated liquid derived from Phosgene gas. In liquid form it is much easier to handle and is more potent when rendered in aerosol form. The binding of acids also helps to burn exposed and unprotected skin, as well as infiltrating into the bones beneath the skin to attack the body from the inside.

Effects of Diphosgene include, at ground zero, acute late-stage pulmonary edema, skin burns, skin lesions, coughing, haemorrhaging in the throat and stomach, blurred vision leading to blindness, convulsive vomiting followed by a loss of blood pressure and/or heart failure.

The DS warheads would be fired at 30 cities five hours after the initial CX strikes.

In addition to the missile strikes, numerous military units in the Sudan, Ethiopia and Djibouti would be put on the highest alert to repel and dissuade against retaliation for the missile strikes.

The Army, Air, Navy and Marine National Guard in all three states would also be called up for the duration of the Operation.

The severity of the response to the Spizanians would also be hammered home with the full alert issued to all Space Corps Midgetman ICBM bases.

The Spizanians would never forget the day they provoked the Commonwealth.

Fort Tadjoura, Tadjoura, Djibouti

For Colonel Max Lomas the scenes of the 11th Fleet getting shot to hell in the Pacific was enough to tell him that he should report back to base. Sure enough, after leaving his house in the early hours he’d gotten beeped on the short drive in.

Naturally, as the CO of his unit, he was the first man to make it to his Battery’s corner of the Fort. The only other people there that early in the morning were the two MPs and their dog, a mean looking black German Shepherd with yellow eyes.

A few minutes after the Colonel had parked his car and walked inside the cavernous building that houses two empty BGM-233’s and their TELs, the rest of his men began to show up in a steady stream.

The Colonel worked with his men for hours as the morning got older. He stopped working only when the Fort Commander showed up to personally brief him on why he was supposed to get his Vesta’s ready. Lomas already had a good idea why, but now came confirmation.

The old General took him aside and briefed him thoroughly. They’d be one of two batteries commencing ‘The Horsemen’ stage of Operation ASHES, only instead of targets in the Russian Federation, they would be hitting Spizanian ones.

Colonel Lomas’ eyes nearly bugged out of his head when he was told exactly what kind of warhead would be going into his currently empty missiles.

Ft. Tadjoure was a high-security base with a Warhead Storage Facility on-site that kept all manner of nuclear, chemical, biological and conventional warheads. If Lomas walked outside he could see the building from his own.

The morning was just coming to life as the Colonel jumped into the first TEL and smiled as he heard the engine kick to life. The M2027 had four front seats on either side of the chassis, including a rear firing compartment. The four man crews occupied the front seats as the two TELs exited their building, missiles stowed and warheads in place.

At the entrance to the base they met up with their standard escort: a Cougar 6x6 C4ISR vehicle, a Sky Guardian Multi-Mission Air Defense System, a Super Avenger ADS as well as a Logistics System Vehicle with various supplies.

The small convoy was given immediate priority on all roads with a six vehicle police convoy. The commuter cars out at the early hour honked madly in approval as the huge vehicles passed them, such was the fervour of the country after the Spizanian attacks. People knew there would be a retaliation, they demanded it and they’d get it. Honor would be satisfied.

The convoy turned off the road at a small military signpost on a four-lane road and they traversed a gravel road, eventually coming to a small, flat plain overlooking a highway on one side and the Gulf of Aden on the other. The tips of the missiles were pointed out toward Yemen.

Lomas conversed with various officers in the convoy and told them what was expected before he ensured his TELs were properly rigged for launch.

Satisfied, he took one last look at the missile and climbed inside the centre compartment of his TEL. A bank of computer screens and button filled consoles greeted him as he took one of the two seats. He watched on the external cameras as the other two TEL crew members retreated to a safe distance near the C4ISR vehicle.

He pressed a red button and he could hear an alarm sound outside the vehicle and continue as he raised the missile into the vertical position.

The COH Battle Network linked him to the Joint Command HQ in Hirgizstan City where he received his launch co-ordinates and logged them into the computer. Everything was ready. He needed one command and he would launch the missile that would kill hundreds of thousands of people in a matter of hours.

He felt no sadness, no regret. He was only filled with a sense of duty to his country and he dragged up the news images of the 11th Fleet ships wreathed in smoke, some of them sinking with their crews jumping off, flames licking at their backs, into the Pacific.

He sat up straighter as he saw and heard the Fuhrer on his screen and via the intercom.

The Fuhrer was looking into the eight launch compartments of the all the TELs that were about to be fired. He wanted to look each Officer in the eye as he gave the order.

An Army General stood behind the Fuhrer. He said in a low, respectful voice “They are awaiting your command, sir.”

The Fuhrer cocked his head around slightly in acknowledgement. He spoke, “Why is it that foolhardy men leading foolhardy nations force us into these decisions? I do not want to make this call. I do not want to order the deaths of a single person. But the fact of the matter is that over seven-thousand of our citizens are dead. We gave the Spizanians an ultimatum. We told them they would be responsible for what happens if they did not agree to our terms. These deaths we will inflict are not on your hands or mine, but on theirs. That being said, this is still the most difficult call I’ve ever had to make.”

He paused for a second and looked down, away from the screen. When he looked back up a steely fire of determination blazed in his eyes and he stated with forceful conviction, “Missile Strike approved.” He saluted.

Colonel Lomas acknowledged with a return salute and initiated the launch sequence.

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Lomas felt the shudder as the four nozzles of the Vesta roared to life, lifting the missile clear of the TEL. He got confirmation from his subordinate that the other missile in his battery was successfully away. He reported in to the JCHQ before opening the door of the vehicle and looking up into the sky to see the Vesta arch over and begin to power out to sea.

If the missiles had been fired against the Russians there was no telling how many would make it through. The Spizanians on the other hand, had no defenses capable of bringing them down. Any attempts would be shrugged off ably by the erratic flight profile.

In fact, without satellites the Spizanians wouldn’t know the missiles had even been fired until it was too late. They’d probably pick them up with an AWACS but by then the missiles would be closing on their targets…but which target? Unlike conventional cruise missiles or ICBM’s the Vesta’s flight profile could not be tracked and its intended target remained unknown until the last few minutes or seconds before detonation.

There was no doubt that the Vesta’s would hit their marks. The variable was the amount of people their deadly cargo would kill. More than two million men, women and children would die indescribably horrible deaths. They would pay for the crimes of their nation.

And if the terms of a new ultimatum were not met with enthusiasm then more missiles would come. The Fuhrer was, in fact, prepared to use neutron weapons against the Spizanains to ensure that all 2 Billion of them would lie dead within a matter of days.

As the Fuhrer watched the progress of the missiles he reflected on the situation. The Spizanians likely didn’t really know what they were doing challenging the Commonwealth. But they wouldn’t be forgiven for their ignorance…they couldn’t be forgiven. They would, instead, pay dearly for it.

INTERNATIONAL COMMUNICATION

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TO: Spizanian Government
FROM: COH Government and Fuhrer of the Hirgizstanian Commonwealth
SUBJECT: Ultimatum
ENCRYPT-MAX

Understand: 700, repeat, 700 more Vesta Missiles can be arrayed against your territories in the Middle East within 10 hours. Chemical, Biological and Nuclear (Neutron) warheads will be used if this ultimatum is not met.

Terms of Agreement:

1. You must scuttle/destroy/sell your entire Navy. You may only keep a small
Coast Guard and littoral defense force suitable to the size of your nation.

2. Your military ORBAT must be reduced drastically and frozen. Any and all additions/subtractions must be approved by the COH (or a suitable neutral third party).

3. Reparations of $1 Tillion must be paid to the COH in a lump sum format upon agreement of these terms.

NONE OF THESE TERMS ARE NEGOTIABLE.

If this ultimatum is not met, we are prepared to wipe Spizania from the face of the earth by any means necessary.

-COH-

END OF MESSAGE

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INTERNATIONAL COMMUNICATION

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TO: Russian Federation, President Stepanov, Voronej
FROM: COH, Fuhrer of the Commonwealth of Hirgizsta, Hirgizstan City
SUBJECT: Red Sea Military Build Up
ENCRYPT-MAX

President Stepanov, I feel I must personally inform and re-assure you that the current large-scale military build-up along the African Red Sea Coastline is not directed toward the Russian Federation in any way, shape or form.

We do not mean to cause alarm to any Russian citizens in Yemen, but we are dealing with a situation that calls for our forces to be at a high state of readiness in this area.

I trust you will understand.

Signed,
The Fuhrer

-COH-

MESSAGE ENDS

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Layarteb

21-03-2008, 01:42

Official Communique

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Priority: Urgent
Recipient: Commonwealth of Hirgizstan
Origin: Empire of Layarteb - Ministry of Defense
Classification Level: Maximum
Subject: Alert Status

The Empire, which maintains many bases in Hirgizstanian territory, Eurasian territory, the Pacific, and the Indian Ocean has placed all assets of the Imperial Layartebian Military following the use of short-range ballistic missiles out of Djibouti. Based on the observed trajectory, we ascertain these to be Vesta missiles, a product of the Layartebian Defense Corporation and we hope that these missiles will not be targetted near Layartebian military or civilian bases. The Empire has little will to get involved in this war between your state and that of Spizania but we will retaliate appropriately where it is due, if need arises.

Sincerely,
The Minister of Defense

Official Communique

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Priority: Urgent
Recipient: The Confederate States of Spizania
Origin: Empire of Layarteb - Ministry of Foreign Affairs
Classification Level: Encrypted
Subject: Treaty Abdication

The Empire finds it alarming that the Confederate States of Spizania have abdicated from the aforementioned treaty. It is our wish that the conflict between both the Confederate States of Spizania and the Commonwealth of Hirgzistan remain as such. The threat now of "spill over" has become very great and, as such, the Empire cannot be caught off guard. All assets of the Imperial Layartebian Military have immediately been raised in their alert status. It is not the intention of the Imperial Layartebian Military to get involved either way but we will defend our assets at all costs, should the situation arise. A peaceful solution must be sought by all parties and the Empire would play host to such an event, if accepted.

Sincerely,
The Minister of Foreign Affairs

Official Communique

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Priority: Urgent
Recipient: The Commonwealth of Hirgzistan
Origin: Empire of Layarteb - Ministry of Foreign Affairs
Classification Level: Encrypted
Subject: Vesta Attacks

The Empire has now confirmed the use of chemical weapons against the Confederate States of Spizania by the Commonwealth of Hirgizstan. The Empire does not need to iterate its feelings on the usage of chemical weapons in any conflict as an offensive tool, much less against civilian population centers. As such, the Empire condemns this attack and reiterates that the Commonwealth of Hirgizstan's condemnation against the Empire for our events in Mato Grosso are entirely baseless.

Sincerely,
The Minister of Foreign Affairs

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Cotland

21-03-2008, 17:22

Falkromanisjatahe ICCM Base (Royal Cottish Space Force)

It was a sad day, the Colonel thought as he helped himself to another drink. The news of Cotland leaving India had been the scuttlebutt of the whole country for weeks, but the official orders to decommission the base and leave had come through just a few hours ago. It was a sad day indeed.

The coastal defense missile base had been in service for ten years, first as an ICBM base but after just two years it had been redesignated from an ICBM base to an ICCM base, tasked with anti-shipping tasks. It had served in this capacity proudly for seven years, but it had never really been put to its designated use – to defend the Realm from enemy shipping. The times had been too peaceful.

The annoying beeping of the wall-mounted telephone interrupted the Colonel in his consumption of the evening’s third double Scotch. It was probably another one of his officers who wanted to know if it really was real.

“Fjordstad.”

“Colonel, this is the OPS room. We’ve just received new orders from the Defense Ministry.”

“Let me guess: Decommission the base yesterday?”

“No sir. The message reads, ‘Engage at once Spizanian naval activity off Australia with all weapons.’ Signed by High Command sir.”

Colonel Fjordstad sighed for a moment before he replied, “I’m on my way.”

Four minutes later, the silence in the underground facility was shattered by the moaning klaxons and flashing red lights that indicated that the base had gone on highest alert. In the barracks, soldiers rolled out of their bunks and put on their uniforms as quickly as they could as they rushed out from the barracks and towards their battle stations, wondering what the hell the Colonel was playing at, ordering a nearly decommissioned missile base on alert.

In the OPS room, a large cavernous bunker with a lot of control consoles and a large map display of the world on the far wall, flanked by several smaller screens showing a lot of different data, Colonel Fjordstad stood at the command table, looking through a document as his staff came rushing through the blast-proof doors. As they entered, he said nothing. He just handed them the piece of paper on which the newest orders had been printed.

After everyone had read it, he finally spoke.

“High Command want us to put our missiles to good use instead of putting them into the mothballs. Let’s make them proud. Let’s target the Spizanian fleet that’s currently engaging the Hirgizstanis. Focus our barrage on their battleships and carriers. Major Denter, how many weapons do we have available?”

“Sir, we have a total of one hundred twenty-five intercontinental cruise missiles of the type Khan in our silos, all of them configured for anti-shipping duties sir. Squadrons one through five are ready to fire at your command sir.”

“Very good. Gentlemen, your launch keys please.”

The five senior-most officers all pulled out a small key from their pockets and opened the small slot at their spot on the command table, revealing a small keyhole. The men promptly inserted their keys into the keyholes, and immediately a status display popped up on the main wall display, showing five red circles.

“On three. One, two, three.” Fjordstad said before turning his key to the right. At the same time, the other four men did so as well. The five red lights turned green. The arming sequence – a remnant from the old ICBM base – had been a success.

“Authorization check confirmed. Weapons armed and ready to launch.” A junior officer reported from a nearby console.

“Sir, the latest data from our RORSATs indicate a total of six enemy battleships of the Admiral class and two of the Warspite class, and nineteen aircraft carriers of the Eagle class.

“Good. Target three Khans per Eagle, six per Warspite, and nine per Admiral. The Admirals are a symbol of national pride to the Spizanians, aren’t they? Imagine the drop in morale if we sink them.”

The officer nodded.

“Good. Inform me when the missiles are targeted.”

A few moments later, a junior officer looked up.

“Colonel, the weapons are targeted, double-checked and ready to launch.”

“Good. Start the launching sequence.”

Ten seconds later, a few kilometers away, large heavy reinforced concrete silo doors slid open violently, and a further five later, a large darkly painted cylindrical object suddenly came jumping up, clearing the silo completely before its rear end exploded in a hail of fire and brimstone. The extreme forces of nature in play forced the object to continue its climb up, up and away.

One Khan was fired every half second, from opposite sides of the missile base, expending the base’s missile complement in just over a minute. The Khan intercontinental cruise missiles climbed to the sub-orbital exospheric ballistic arc before the third stage ignited and the two semi-stealthy wings deployed, moving at somewhere above Mach 4.7 towards the target. The missiles were programmed to spread out in flight to minimize the risk of in-flight collision and being detected prematurely on RADAR, plus another handy feature that would become apparent soon.

The missiles continued most of the way over the Indian Ocean in this mode, maneuvering to approach the enemy fleet from several different directions, forcing the Spizanians to focus on a multi-vector attack and spread out their already diminished missile stocks accordingly.

The Cottish had planned this attack to take place no more than three minutes after the last of the Hirgizstani missiles had completed its attack, reducing the chances of the Spizanians being able to reload their missile cells and thus increasing the chances of success.

As the Khan missiles approached the Spizanian fleets, at the very edge of their engagement envelope, they separated further from each other and the fourth stage ignited, increasing the speed of the missiles to an incredible Mach 11.8, maneuvering directly for their targets coming in at a steep dive from the ballistic arc, their SM4 counter-shipping warheads armed and ready to take out the enemy capital ships.

The SM4 had a 2.5 ton heavy tungsten/depleted uranium penetrator cap, which combined with the extreme kinetic energy released when the missile hit its target would ensure that it could punch through even the massive armor of the Spizanian Admiral class before the main warhead, the 1.3 tons of phosphor-based incendiary would wreak havoc inside the target, causing massive and intense fires that would cause the target to sink. To increase the chances of success, the Khan missiles were programmed to attack through the deck armor, traditionally the weakest portion of the battleship’s armor.

On the Spizanian RADAR screens, they would find that they were under attack from three different directions, with extremely fast weapons that jinxed and made life difficult for the targeting computers. As they came closer, one of the modifications the Cottish had made to the missiles started working. A small but powerful jammer in each of the missiles started sending out white noise on the Spizanian RADAR screens as they started their terminal run.

With one hundred twenty-five Khan missiles raining down on the Spizanian fleet, no more than three minutes after the latest Hirgizstani missile attack, and from the completely opposite directions, the Spizanians would probably be completely and utterly confused and probably have no idea who had fired these missiles, something which would add to the chances of a Cottish success.

As the strike on the Spizanian fleet off Australia was being undertaken, another 125 Khans were fired from another missile base in India in order to mop up what remained of the Spizanian fleet. These would attack what remained of battleships and fleet carriers, and if those had been taken out, the Khans would target the secondary targets, namely the forty-one Borough class guided missile aviation vessels.

In Israel, a territory that had also been decided to be vacated by the Cottish, yet another missile base fired off its 75 Khans were fired at the Spizanian fleet’s ports in Yemen and Oman, attacking what ships were left in port.

To: Commonwealth of Hirgizstan Fleet
From: Realm of Cotland
Encryption: Maximum
Subject: South Seas Conflict

Following the Spizanian failure to abide by the Treaty, the Realm has decided to take punitive actions against Spizania. Therefore, we have just fired off a significant amount of long-range anti-shipping weaponry at the Spizanian fleet you are currently engaging.

It is our intention to sink the Spizanian Fleet’s capital vessels and reduce their ability to continue their warmongering, and we shall continue our attacks until our objectives are accomplished. We urge the Commonwealth to refrain from utilizing additional WMDs, as we are fully capable of inflicting critical wounds in the enemy with conventional means. We’ll be blunt: additional unjustified use of WMDs by the Commonwealth will force the Realm to reconsider its involvement.

[signed]
Flåteadmiral T. Reitan (RCN)
Royal Cottish Military – High Command
The Realm of Cotland

[OOC: For lulz.]

Spizania

31-03-2008, 22:33

"Vampire, Vampire Vampire, 1200 Marks, inbound in more than a dozen groups"
"Third time today, what is this? The Target Range" muttered the Brevet-Vice-Admiral as she sat back in her chair, she looked over at her flag captain, "Commence Firing"
"Aye, ma'am"

The SAM controllers commenced firing, and missiles raced off the rails, engaging Immsdaal missiles, leaving the Penguins until the missiles closed the range and entered the gunnery engagement envelope. Just as the first missiles to leave the launch rails and boxes of the fleets outer pickets began to nibble at the front of the enemy missile formation, another call echoed through the combat room.
"Contacts on another vector, make 150, combat profile is Ballistic trajectory Kahn, range 900 decimal 5"
"Request Priority Authorisation for Kahn Strike. Releasing SAMs on authority of THREETAC"
Missile launchers on the picket line that were too far away to be effective on the approaching Penguins and Imsdals shifted to face the enemy inbounds and spat trails of flame towards the approaching contacts, they would reach maximum range just in time to engage the soon to be cruise missiles.
"Where did the Hirgizstanians get Kahns?"
"No Idea Admiral, might be the Cottish or something"
"Inform CICINDPAC and request Strategic Missile Command backtracks those trajectories"

Missiles streaked out at the Kahns, rather than slamming into the massive missiles head on, which are protected by the enormous armoured tip of the warhead, they simply close approached them and detonated at such an angle that the warhead struck the comparatively unarmoured side of the missile, peforating the fuel tanks and causing damage to teh fuel pumps and other critical equipment. This was assisted by the fact that although the missiles were jinking, they were apparently not carrying anything substantial in the two countermeasure torusses.
The missiles slamming into the Kahns slowly eroded the front of the wave as other ships commenced firing on the Imsdal and Penguin waves.
The first Kahn wave was detstroyed approximately a hundred kilometres short of the picket line, the volume of missile fire dropping off as the number of missiles diminished, reducing the amount of ordanance that was expended for no purpose. Unfortunately the Kahns were rather hard targets, and nearly fourteen hundred missiles had been expended to stop them, which might be missed later in the engagement.

By this time the lead Penguin missile formations had entered the gunnery envelope and were beginning to fall to massed fragmentation projectile fire.
The Imsdaals had also been wittled down to a paltry force of one hundred and eighteen weapons before the guns commenced fire, and the missile fire began to drop off as they tried to conserve missiles for later in the engagment, since there was bound to be a followup to that attempted Kahn strike, and additional missiles fired against the Immsdaals may be wasted. The Time on Target concept was a good idea, and had been used by the Confederacy during its only missile strike of the engagement, but they had squandered the advantage it conferred by staggering the arrival of small groups of missiles, which reduced the loading on the air defence system so that it was possible to attain the normal rate of stopping the weapons, however the intervention of a Kahn-equipped Power had complicated matters.
"Wren" PDMs were flushed from launchers across the fleet as the missiles passed the inner escorts and then began the dive towards the target, the Penguins recieving the bulk of the fire as they reached point blank range, the missiles tried to evade but the fact was the Wren missiles were being thrown around in such numbers that they created a huge cloud of missile fragments that tore through the missiles, (there kinetic energy being used against them) even as they evaded direct impacts from the Point Defence Missiles or the hails of guided 57mm and 135mm projectiles now tearing through the cloud from below, both from escorts and the Admiral classes themselves.

The cloud began to move downwards and eventually, near the end of the salvo reached the decks of the Anson classes as missiles began to hit home once again. Causing moderate damage to all six targetted vessels, one again Collingwood had suffered the worst, with X turret ripped open by sustained hits and fires burning in the turret gun room, coming close to breaching the bulkheads into the ammunition hoist.
The other ships suffered moderate damage, without any of them loosing a significant portion of there combat ability, they were still rather deadly, and it was another failure of a missile salvo.

CIC of the CSS Collingwood

"Fire has penetrated the working chamber in X turret, its going to reach the munitions hoist!" yelled the gun officer into the phone that connected him to the flag officer, in this case a Commodore by the name of George David Dodsworth, descendant of the namesake of the Destroyer Leader now assisting in the procedure to take the Eagle under tow.
The Commodore looked at the damage report displayed on the plot table at the center of the room and spoke two works into the telephone headset he held in his right hand.
"Flood It" "Aye Sir!"

X-Turret Magazine of CSS Collingwood
The evacuation alarms started blasting in the magazines and the few crew that were assigned to supervise the storage and loading of the powder bags and cartridges, and off the projectiles themselves looked to one another and started quickly towards the waterproof pressure door set into the forward magazine bulkhead, between stacks of projectiles set into autoloader cradles in multiple rings across the three deck tall space.

Thirty seconds after this, the waterproof doors on the lower two deck sealed and multiple valves opened, allowing hundreds of tonnes of water to flood into the magazine in massive jets that would have knocked over the stacks of upright propellant cases if they had not be securely bound nito autoloader slots.

Within seconds the bottom level had flooded, and within a minute the second deck was completely flooded, the rate of fill slackening off as it approached the waterline, the pumps taking over, allowing the crew on the third, and uppermost deck, to take one last look into the frothing surface of the water before the last man out, a Warrant Officer named Richard Tambrinka closed and locked the last hatch.

However another 150 Kahns had appeared on the radar screen, the rather anaemic jamming doing nothing but forcing the signal scrubbers to work a bit harder than they would have had normally, they were far from being a match for the massed EW capability of the Battlegroup.
Missiles flew from launch racks, chewing through the front of the missile salvo as they approached, at the cost of another fourteen hundred and thirty missiles, only one made it to 30km, where it lit off its primary engines and accelerated far beyond the ability of the SAM system or the point defence battery to engage it.

The missile targetted the Collingwood, and struck the ship somewhere in the vicinity of the now flooded X Turret Magazine, peneratring the main belt and detonating outside the magazine spaces, throwing Depleted Uranium through the magazine bulkhead and into the magazine as the blast itself tore the magazine to peices as it bowed inwards, bursting along weldlines. Pouring vast amounts of water out of the magazine, extinguishing any fires the warhead had lit in the magazine itself, but not touching the magazine related fires that were now burning in the ammunition hoist, amongst the half dozen shells and propellant charges that had been in the hoist at the time the first missiles had struck.

"Propellor Shafts Two and Three are gone, 1 and 4 still good, maneuvring thrusters good, best possible speed 21 knots!"

CIC of the CSS Anson

"Dodsworth reports the Eagle is undertow, Collingwood reports best possible speed is 21 knots"
"Very Well, wel be returning to Port Royal, take is south, course 180, best possible speed as defined by Dodsworth"
"Aye Ma'am"
"Also, pass onto two ONETAC and FIVETAC that the Operation is scrubbed, return to harbour immediately"

Radar Station Nineteen, Yemen
The enemy Quasiballistic weapons had appeared on the screen inbound from probably launch sites in Djibouti, and had swept down towards civilian targets in Yemen and Oman, which was the behaviour that had been expected from such a nation as Hirgizstan, which was led by a lunatic, and was apparently largely composed of hypocritical lunatics. A BIKINI Alert "RED" had been issued in Yemen and Oman, and it was now designating targets as the Missile Defence system supported by the CAF commenced fire, killing eighty five of the inbound missiles, leaving the remaining six hundred and fifteen to strike the targets and dispense the clouds of poison gas.

Luckily at the first sign of the weapons the CODE RED ALERT had been issued on all TV and radio channels, causing the well established and occasionally practiced countermeasures scenarios to come into play; The scenarios had been based on one simple fact, Yemen and Oman was basically a eperopolis, composed of large buildings, some of which was were over eight hundred metres tall, which made it impractical to have windows and the like higher up the buildings, the public health and safety risks were far too high, especially with the still regular sandstorms that the New Valley Project had largely mitigated but not eliminated. Thus the buildings were sealed and drew air into the various levels through central vents, with the exclusion of the ground floor entrances (the bridges between towers being largely sealed for similar reasons), which were mainyl composed of atria and shopfronts.

When the alert had come through, air raid sirens had sounded in the streets, sending people clattering away from coffee tables and other outside activities and running for doors as shopowners closed the storefront shutters and held the remaining doors open to allow a faster of people into the buildings. Within two minutes the streets were entirely clear, and the building command centers sealed the doors and activated the air scrubbers, finally they pumped up a three kilopascal overpressure inside the buildings, which began to leak out of the relatively leaky shutters, keeping the air flow going in the wrong direction for the agent to get inside.

Less than twenty seconds later the missiles reached the appropriate altitude and flew apart, scattering the supposedly lethal Phosgene Oxime gas into the atmosphere where it formed into a cloud that began to move down and alogn through the streets of the cloud straddling city. Much was sucked into building air intakes where it was simply absorbed or settled out by the air intake scrubbers and either stored in the buildings gas bleed tanks or just ejected back into the atmosphere to rejoin the cloud. The people were totally unaffected as they caught there breath, staring out of glass fronted doors at the invisible cloud of death moving past outside.

Casualties:
Heavy Damage to Aft of Collingwood, Now Withdrawing with fleet
Moderate Damage to Other Admiral classes
89 Sailors Dead
1253 Civilians killed by Gas Attack (crushed to death in the rush, and when a faulty missile crashed into the buidling inwhich they were sheltering)

The Warspite Group is heading back to Peurto Princessa
The Picket force is also withdrawing towards Port Royale, its submarines will likely be screening its withdrawl

Cotland

03-04-2008, 18:36

High Command
Oslo, Norway

”Vi får inn satellittbilder nå.” [We’re receiving satellite imagery now sir.] The junior officer said, making the group of higher officers end their quiet conversation and move over to the digital display table where the live satellite feed was being displayed in real time.

”Det ser ut som vi har påført mindre skader enn forventet. Vi ser røyk fra det ene primærmålet, og ett sekundærmål ser ut som det blir tauet. Ellers ingen skader. Anslår suksessrate til å være rundt en prosent.” [It seems that we’ve inflicted less damage than expected. We’ve got smoke coming from one primary target, and one secondary target appears to be taken under tow. Apart from that, no further damages. Estimate success ratio of raid to be around one percent sir.] An analyst said in a dispassionate voice.

The admirals didn’t show any emotion at the news. They hadn’t really expected too much to come from this initial raid, which had been designed to probe the enemy’s air defenses. It seemed they were pretty good. It didn’t matter much though.

The analyst suspected that the enemy had fired off nearly twenty-nine hundred air defense missiles in order to intercept the three hundred Khans fired from South India, or more than nine missiles per Khan. The estimates was that the enemy had roughly thirty thousand air defense missiles in the fleet, minus the roughly six thousand already expended fighting off the Hirgizstanian missile strikes and the Cottish probing raid. That meant that the Cottish would have to fire off around two thousand seven hundred more Khans in order to exhaust the enemy air defense missile stocks, using the same attack pattern they had used this time.

Of course, the Cottish wouldn’t do that. It would be too expensive! Instead, they had other plans.

The probing raid had been just that, probing. They had tested how the enemy defenses were in order to find a way to counter them, and that was exactly what the Cottish were doing. Already, it was determined that the jamming had been totally counter-productive and that it should be dropped. Also, it was determined that the high-flying profile used by the missiles was also counter-productive and had led to the missiles being detected too early. That also had to be fixed.

“Er endringene i kampplanene utført?” [Are the changes in the battleplan completed?] The Admiral asked twenty minutes later, to which the junior officer in the war room nodded.

”Godt. Avfyr neste bølge.” [Good. Fire the next volley.]

Turajajantwe ICCM Base
South India

Turajajantwe was one of fourteen ICCM bases the Cottish had constructed in South India over the years, and was by far the largest with three hundred silos located in the high mountains of Tamil Nadu. Each of the silos had been equipped with a Khan ICCM, most of them modified in some way or form from the baseline Khan before they were lowered into the silos.

The ICCM Base had received a similar message to the one Falkromanisjatahe had received and gone on alert a while ago, ready for engagement. That readiness had been further increased as they received new directives and instructions on how to configure their missile patterns, and given them time to mentally prepare for the task at hand.

So, when the orders finally came through, the men and women were prepared and carried out their jobs without hesitation, firing off their missiles.

Five hundred missiles from Turajajanatwe streaked into the sky and increased to Mach 5, joining up with the remainder of the ICCMs based in South India. A grand total of fourteen hundred Khans were flying towards the Spizanian fleet, receiving continuous course updates via encrypted datalink.

The tactics this time would be rather different from the last time. An initial group of ten unmodified Khans would fly at 250 meters towards the enemy fleet, their countermeasures dispensers sending out chaff and flares randomly. The missiles would be jinxing and acting erratically, with a good distance apart in order to prevent in-flight collision.

Five minutes behind these ten, the remaining one thousand three hundred and ninety missiles would follow, divided into ten groups. There was one group per Admiral class battleship, which consisted of one hundred sixty anti-shipping Khans modified with extra boosters, increasing their range; one group of countermeasure Khans, consisting of sixty Khans modified to emit countermeasures to fool the enemy SAMs; one group of anti-air Khans, which consisted of one hundred thirty Khans modified to carry not a SM4 warhead, but rather five LLM.67B Kampspyd ( http://z4.invisionfree.com/NSDraftroom/index.php?showtopic=2587) medium-range air to air missiles which would be fired off against the Spizanian CAP over the fleet – guidance was achieved through a simple modification to the carrier missile which consisted of a small phased array radar and an uplink to an operator on the ICCM base that assigned targets to the Kampspyd missiles; one group of fifty Khans refitted with extremely powerful jammers locked on the frequencies the Spizanians were operating their SAMs on – these jammers were far more powerful than the self-defense jammers mounted on the normal Khans that had been used during the probing raid, having been designed for use aboard strategic bombers tasked with penetrating Russian airspace in order to deliver nuclear payloads – that would go active only when detection had been guaranteed; and one final group of one hundred ninety Khans which would go after a less expected target: the sixteen heavy cruisers of the 1st Battle Squadron. With almost twelve missiles per ship, it was unlikely that many of them would still remain afloat when the first true strike had been completed.

At five hundred kilometers out, the Cottish were certain that the enemy would detect the missiles and the cat would be out of the bag. The missiles that cruised at 250 meters had been given a course to make it seem like they had been fired from a submarine to the north, flying at the extreme edges of its range, and were probably going to be detected at the same time if not later than the bulk of the missiles that were still in ballistic trajectory, descending on the enemy fleet. It was a ruse to make the enemy split his defenses and attention, denying him the chance to concentrate completely on the main wave.

At six hundred kilometers out, the jammer group descended from ballistic trajectory to one thousand meters and started spewing white noise as they spread out over a one hundred fifty-kilometer wide area, keeping three kilometers between each missile as they moved forward towards the enemy. The jammers concentrated on the frequencies the Spizanian missiles and air defense radars operated, and were far more powerful in intensity than the previous raid, being purpose-built for these kinds of tasks.

The countermeasures group had also decended to seven hundred meters and was flying just behind the jammer missiles, firing off chaff and flares like crazy from the dispensers that had been fitted instead of the SM4 warhead, adding to the confusion for the Spizanian weapons controllers. It was all done in the hopes that the nine hundred sixty Khans aimed at the six Admiral class battleships – the pride of the Spizanian fleet – would rest on the bottom of the Indian Ocean within the hour, and strike a crushing blow to the morale of not only the Spizanian sailors, soldiers and admirals, but also to the Spizanian population in general.

The bulk of the Khans had completed the first cruise phase at ballistic trajectories and descended to skimming the sea when they were four hundred kilometers out, trying to keep low and fast in order to make it more difficult for the Spizanians to engage then with their remaining SAMs. The strike groups moved towards their targets at the hefty speed of Mach 5. At fifteen meters of altitude, the missiles moved at 1 701 meters per second, which meant that if they maintained Mach 5, they would reach the targets in roughly four minutes. By now, air raid sirens were probably going off on the Spizanian ships again and sailors were probably rushing to their posts if they weren’t there already.

The Khans weren’t jinxing quite yet, saving some fuel and computing power for those kinds of maneuvers for later, but they wanted space between each missile in order to keep them from colliding in-flight and causing problems. Three Khans ditched into the water during the transit phase, two due to faulty computing in the guidance computer, and the third due to a flaw in the engine which caused the motor to flame out and fall into the water. The remaining missiles lumbered on towards their targets.

Fifty-eight seconds after descending and three hundred kilometers out, the anti-air group climbed rapidly to one thousand meters, slowed down to Mach 3 and scanned the airspace for targets for their air to air missiles, quickly detecting the Spizanian CAP and some incoming missiles. Back in South India, the operators quickly designated targets – in reality the targets were designated automatically, with the operator just confirming the locks – and allowed these Khans to fire off their payloads. With the targets designated quickly, the protective aerodynamic covers on the missiles fell off and the engines on the five Kampspyd missiles mounted inside each missile ignited just the instant before they were released.

On the Spizanian RADAR screens, if the operators had managed to filter out the white noise, they would suddenly see a hundred and thirty Khans separate into several smaller pieces. Maybe they would cheer, believing that they had been destroyed somehow? How knew. If they had such hopes, they would be quickly crushed when the radar operators saw that the pieces of the hundred and thirty Khans didn’t fall into the water, but instead continue straight and true towards the Spizanian fleet. Six hundred fifty small contacts – quickly classified as air to air missiles if the Spizanians knew their jobs – were streaking towards the Spizanian aircraft in the air.

Since there were a lot of targets for them to target in the air, the Kampspyd missiles streaked towards the ones that were the closest, with two missiles targeted per aircraft. With three hundred and fifty enemy aircraft in the air and six hundred fifty Cottish missiles, it was clear that several Spizanian aviators would avoid death this time around, but it still meant that three hundred twenty-five Spizanian aircraft were targeted by highly advanced air to air missiles streaking towards them at Mach 4.5 – slower than the Khans but still far faster than the Spizanian aircraft they were targetting.

The Khans were moving quickly and steadily towards the enemy fleet, in rather significant numbers. One might argue that 160 Khans was just simply too much and too expensive to take down one ship, but one had to look at it from the Cottish side.

South India was in the process of liberating itself, which meant that the Cottish would have to evacuate. With a new government about to take over who had won the election on the promise to downsize the military and cut funding, the Cottish would have to scrap the Khan missiles in South India as they wouldn’t have enough cash to maintain them all. Additionally, the Cottish were attacking a very important target, one which represented the heart and soul of the Spizanian nation and that was a huge boost for their morale. If that symbol could be removed, morale would plummel and the Spizanians would be more likely to accept a peace treaty. For the Cottish, it was the choice between throwing away the money by destroying the missiles themselves, or to put them to good use by attacking the Spizanian fleet. This strike and the previous one had completely expended the Khan stocks in South India and removed the need to decommission them by throwing a hand grenade down into the silo and let the thing blow up all by itself. It was money well spent.

The Cottish were confident that the Spizanians would be unable to bring sufficient amounts of missiles to bear against the rather excessive amount of missiles thrown against them, and that at least several of the Admirals would sink soon, if not all. With one hundred sixty Khans per Admiral, sea-skimming, with heavy jamming and countermeasures being expended, and only five hundred kilometers in which to respond, the Cottish were confident of success.

Of course, this was just the opening strike.

Two hours ago, around the same time the probing raid on the Spizanian fleet was being carried out, a number of aircraft took off from the Hawdawgian base at Papua New Guinea, climbing to a holding pattern over the Pacific and waiting for all aircraft to reach the skies before heading west. The large aircraft had quickly broken the sound-barrier, and were proceeding west at Mach 1.7, not being able to move over Mach 2 due to the heavy weapons that were weighing them down.

The Cottish Blackadder maritime strike bombers were operating at twelve thousand meters, heading towards the area of operations. They were still a few hours out and well out of enemy engagement range, but Baldrick electronic intelligence aircraft were already in the area, snooping around with their sensitive passive sensors while keeping their active systems offline in order to avoid detection, keeping well out of Spizanian weapons range and within range to receive fighter assistance by the Hirgizstanian fleet. They intended to get accurate information on the Spizanian fleet and its composition after the Khan strike, and would assign targets to the weapons carried on the Blackadders after it became clear what damages the enemy fleet took. Only then would the five airborne Maritime Bomber Regiments (Royal Cottish Naval Aviation) with its combined force of 135 Blackadder bombers be authorized to open fire.

Until then, the Cottish could only wait and let the already unleashed weapons do their job.

Hirgizstan

03-04-2008, 19:59

11th Fleet, 2nd and 3rd CVBG's, North-Western Australia

Rear Admiral Linder was fairly amused at the news reports he'd been watching from the Spizanians. They were confident, somehow, that they had killed Admiral Eberendu, the Gulf War hero who had ordered the bombing of Abu Dubai, earning him the moniker 'The Butcher of Dubai' in many press rooms around the world.

Of course, Admiral Eberendu was now in charge MIDEASTCOM which comprised forces in Eurasia, Rome and elsewhere. He was perfectly safe. The Spizanians had proven themselves fools once again.

Linder had watched with unbridled frustration as the Spizanians had brushed off two allied attacks without losing a single Admiral Class, and now it appeared that they were turning tail. That, and the fairly unsuccessful Chemical strike in the Middle East had led PACFLTCOM to order them to pursue the Spizanians, to try and damage beyond use their Admirals at the very least.

He was further heartened by the FLASH traffic coming in from the Cots that they were firing another batch of Khan's at the Spizanians, this time with some different warheads and tactics.

Linder had already decided to participate by sending up four E-18G Growlers to provide extra electronic jamming. He hadn't decided on whether to offensively do anything when Admiral Stavi's CVBG began to call in requesting orders. Stavi was out of the fight for now, with serious head and internal wounds, so Linder was in command.

The 1st CVBG's lone Torrent Class and some of its other ships were still fully loaded with missiles and eager to get back in the game. Linder had checked the status of his own two CVBG's. Most of the ships had reloaded while the Torrent's had fired off the previous 1200 missiles so he was confident he could bring around 2400 missiles to bare.

After firing off this batch the only thing left in most ships VLS and stores would be defensive missiles, they would need to re-load from supply vessels yet again. But he decided now was the best time to use what he had.

Satellites had tracked the Khan launches and estimated TOT's were drawn up and matching TOT flight profiles were uploaded to the 1200 Imsdaal and 1200 Penguin missiles about to be fired by the three Hirgizstanian CVBG's.

There would be a total of 400 Hirgizstanian missiles fired at each Admiral Class, 200 Imsdaals and 200 Penguins, arriving at identical TOT's in groups of 100 with delays of one and two second between each groups of 100.

This would, hopefully, along with the Cottish missile strike and the allied Electronic jamming completely overwhelm the exhausted Spizanian defenses and sink their Admiral Class ships.

Then, as the rest of their Fleet withdrew, an entire Fleet (four CVBG's) would be there to greet them on its way to the Pacific from Djibouti, with another Fleet racing across the Western Pacific and perhaps yet another Fleet in range from Bandar-e-Lengeh in Eurasia. The Spizanians might have turned for home, but whether they'd get there or not was another matter unless they agreed to the peace terms.

Layarteb

04-04-2008, 04:25

Imperial Layartebian forces throughout the globe stood cautiously as REDCON 4 except those forces stationed in Hirgizstanian territories. They had been upgraded all the way to REDCON 2 and were fully prepared to defend themselves against a Spizanian counterattack, which seemed to be inevitable. When satellite imagery picked up the thousands of missiles launched from both India and the Hirgizstanian fleet, it was a sealed deal. The missiles flying to attack the Spizanian's were enough to sink entire navies. Though crippled, the Spizanian fleets off Austrailia were still capable of fighting and defending themselves. They were going to be overwhelmed by missiles, that was a dead-on fact but they still had a lot of vessels both on the surface and underneath the waves that could still fight. They, at present, posed no immediate threat for the Imperial Layartebian Military. The closest the Layartebians were to the fight were bases in the Pacific Ocean and Indian Ocean, particularly Sri Lanka and the Andaman and Nicobar Islands. Sri Lanka was the most heavily defended though and it was equipped with two SLASM bases. The SLASM was much like the Khan but not nearly as capable. It was designed after the war in Ecuador and had remained a classified secret to date. Layartebian forces on New Caledonia, on the other hand, were close to the action, almost too close. A major intelligence gathering and radar installation on New Caledonia gathered tons of data on the fight over near Austrailia and played host to Layartebian long-range bombers, which could be used, if necessary, although current orders did not forsee Layartebian involvement just yet.

Layarteb

06-04-2008, 17:44

OOC: At this point in time the biggest thing hurting anything is the lack of specifications or descriptions of the systems involved. It has been largely overlooked until now but with all of the OOC business, it's time that we all posted specifications for all systems involved for all parties. The Imsdal as you know is on my site located here (http://www.forsakenoutlaw.com/Nation-States/LDC/Weaponry/bgm203.htm). Please post links to where system specifications and descriptions are [off-site, on-site, #d].

Khorsun

13-04-2008, 06:51

President Axel Dorgan arrived for the first time in his life in the Khorsunic territory of New Zealand's South Island at the Bachtu (Christchurch) international airport. And he was pissed off.

South Island was not exactly a safe place. Thousands of miles distant from the homeland of Khorsun in India, the South Island had been claimed as a territorial possession and taken by military force. Dorgan had been planning a visit sometime in the future to speak to the people and end military rule. The crisis over in Australia forced him to go a bit sooner than he'd expected.

Cameras flashed by the hundreds as the president stepped out of the plane. But he didn't mind, he'd been used to them for years before becoming the first president of Khorsun. In the life he had before being president.

Dorgan still dressed like the rock star he used to be. Lead singer of the heavy metal band Gunpoint. A celebrity before Khorsun's independence. His only political experience before attaining the presidency was as mayor in his hometown of Chalice. But a popular vote was what carried the wait in Khorsun's elections, and the people had voted to make a rock star their first president.

President Dorgan walked to the podium stepping right up to the edge of the crowd to shake hands and high five his people. He was wearing a black leather jacket with Khorsun's flag printed on the front, jeans, and combat boots. No one from outside of Khorsun would have seen him and thought 'president.'

"Hey, people!" he shouted in his well-trained singer's voice. "I came all the way from India to tell you just what I think of what's happening next door to you, and what we're going to do about it. You've all been hearing about the little war between our dear Nazi neighbors and the Spizanians. You know what I think? It sucks. There was no reason for it, and it's happening anyway, and thousands of people are dead because of it. And its happening right across the sea from you guys, and its spreading. Other people are coming in to start fighting too, just like flies on dog shit. And I don't know about you guys, but I'm not happy about this war happening right next to us! So I'm gonna tell you right now what our plan is. We're not gonna get involved! We're not gonna send our guys over there to die for this stupid war. But we sure as hell are gonna show our support for the Great Australian Reich. I love Nazis as much as the next person, and I think it would be just great if they all just swallowed their tongues and died. It would be just great. But I'm telling you right now we're not gonna tolerate any invasions. Khorsun is a very new country and so is the beloved Reich. If Spizania thinks they can just pick off the Reich one day, who's to say they won't just decide to pick us off the next day? And they're not the only ones with an interest in Australia. Cotland showed up, and they've taken Christmas Island, and they've got an agenda that involves Australia too! We gotta show Spizania and Cotland and the rest of the world that they can't just walk right into our neighborhood and started doing whatever the hell they want. So I'm as of now pledging material support to the Reich. Just until this war is over, then we can resume our normal, friendly neighborly relations with them. And I'm also gonna officially condemn Spizania's aggression. But I'm also gonna condemn it rather unofficially for the benefit of all you people: SPIZANIA! GO FUCK YOURSELVES AND GET THE HELL OUT OF AUSTRALIA!"

The crowd had been building in tension throughout President Dorgan's informal, conversational speech. And when he finished off on that last inflammatory statement, they exploded into a thunderous applause, stomping, screaming, whistling, cheering; they wouldn't have sounded out of place at one of Axel Dorgan's old concerts. President Dorgan stepped back from the podium, pulled out a bottle of water and took a long drink, and then waved good-bye and started walking toward his presidential limo.

The Republic of Khorsun condemns completely Spizania's aggressive actions against the Greater Australian Reich. Such actions are completely unprovoked and give Spizania a reputation as a bully of young countries, a reputation would make it unpopular in both Khorsun and the world at large. Stop the war now before it gets out of hand. And if a single Spizanian soldier ever stands on Australia as an invader, we will go to war with you. That isn't a threat; it's a promise.

[Signed]
President Axel Dorgan

While we have nothing but contempt for your ideology, it is clear that as neighbors and new nations we must stand together against invasion of our region. The Republic of Khorsun is removing all limitations on arms sales to the Reich until the war has ended and will provide material and financial assistance should you ask for it. We will also guarantee that we will go to war alongside you should any Spizanian soldiers land in Australia, and hereby request permission for our military units to deploy onto your soil under such circumstances to help repel Spizanian forces. Best of luck to you.

[Signed]
President Axel Dorgan

Khorsun has hereby increased the readiness of its military forces in New Zealand to maximum alert and has begun preparations for possible war.

Hirgizstan

13-04-2008, 16:21

OOC: Interesting character you have for a President there, original. FYI- Greater Australian Reich is no more, the guy who RP'd it went elsewhere so it ain't there anymore. Might want to amend the post to that. Check your Telegrams aswell.

Khorsun

13-04-2008, 17:08

ah, shit. Yeah, hold on. I'll get it all fixed.

Khorsun

20-04-2008, 05:23

"Holy fuck, why didn't you tell me the Nazis are gone?" screamed an astounded President Dorgan at his Minister of State, Kevin Hanford. "I just made an entire fucking speech about them and they're not even in power anymore. My God!"

"Well sir, you were asleep on the plane and I didn't want to wake you. And I was telling you on the way to the podium but I guess you didn't hear me over the crowd. And then you started shouting into the microphone and I got a very distracting migraine from all the noise," sputtered the heavily overweight minister.

"Kevin, stop being a God-damned beareucrat and tell me what exactly is going on down here," said the president, making Hanford feel towered over despite the three inches of height and several feet of width he held on Dorgan.

"Well sir, the GAR has collapsed. And Terronian has too. The Spizanians are retreating and the Hirgizstanis are trying to exterminate their entire population, from the looks of it," said the minister, sweat pouring down his back.

"God, dammit!" said President Dorgan. "I wonder who over in Australia ended up receiving that message for the GAR. And I think that our statement to Spizania is still relevant. They land in Australia, we're at war."

"Are you going to apologize for telling them to go fuck themselves?" asked Hanford.

"Hell no," said Dorgan. "They started all this shit. And an apology's only worth the air spent on it...although this does leave us a pretty big opening for movement into Australia, you know," said the president with a predatory smile starting to appear. "Hm?"

"Didn't we just condemn invasions of Australia?" asked Hanford.

"No, I condemned Spizania invading Australia. They came as imperialist conquerors. We, on the other hand, are going as liberators who are going to restore order and peace to the region and undo the harmful social consequences of Nazism."

"Do you think it would be a good idea to ask Hirgizstan before we do this?" asked Hanford.

"Now...that is a genuinely good idea. We don't want to end up like Spizania with chemical missiles being fired at us. Doesn't seem like we have enough 24th-century skyscrapers to all hide in. Yeah, I'm gonna have send the Fuhrer a message about this. And best of all, the military's already been readied for action. So we can put a start to this real soon. Go find something useful to do, Kevin," said President Dorgan, already walking away.

Minister Hanford felt like getting a snack. A really big one. It was how he coped when he found himself scared shitless...

Khorsun

25-04-2008, 04:55

Bachtu, New Zealand

President Dorgan, wearing a camouflage jacket and pants, walked among the rows of the 1st Airborne Division's 1st Brigade paratroopers, speaking quiet words of encouragement to them individually rather than making an impersonal speech to all of them. The mood was to a large degree nervous; the unit had seen very little action in its brief history, with only a few peacekeeping missions in New Zealand's trouble spots. Dorgan felt that calm, cool confidence was what the unit needed, not flamboyant, bold bluster. When Dorgan was finished making his rounds the unit trooped back to the training grounds for more practice jumps. And President Dorgan went with them, donning a parachute harness.

Some 30 miles away in the Air Force Base Fretin near the town of Fretin for which it was named, the air forces that would be involved in the first attack were busy preparing for their involvement. AH-64s, they would play a huge role. AWACS. Transport planes. Ground pounders. Air superiority fighters. They all had a key role to play. The helicopters were hovering in the air like angry wasps, bullseyeing dummy tanks and trucks with rockets with their warheads disarmed. Every aircraft was being tested and checked. Hopefully went something went wrong it wouldn't be mechanical.

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Cairns, Australia

Jared Kruger was the big man in Queensland these days. Once a major of the Greater Australian Reich army, now the self-proclaimed Emperor of Cairns. Guile had brought him here. And the ability to make quick decisions. When the GAR fell Kruger had pounced on his chance for power by murdering his superior officers and taking command of their units, merging ex-GAR military units with a quickly-assembled private army of mercenaries and thugs. Kruger was suitably blond haired and blue eyed but a little too short and scrawny to quite be the Aryan god. But he reckoned himself to be smarter and meaner than his enemies, and that was good enough right now.

Jared Kruger watched from a high window as his soldiers on the street below were herding prisoners toward the train station. Another roundup of undesirables. The GAR used to seize them in the night. But not Jared Kruger. Jared Kruger feared nobody and his soldiers would take their prisoners whenever and wherever they felt like it.

Kruger's aide approached and informed him that Major General Randall Numen had arrived. Kruger glanced at the clock on the wall; the general was three minutes early. Punctual. Kruger liked that in a man. "Please inform the general that I'm ready to speak to him." Kruger tried his best to speak formally, but his own thoughts tended to be in much simpler language.

General Numen stepped forward and saluted crisply. Kruger looked him over before returning the salute. Numen had dark hair and eyes; not quite the Aryan ideal, but his military skills justified him.

"What is your assessment of the situation in the far north?" asked Kruger, hoping to hear that his enemy in the north, ex-Lieutenant General Sidney Hewer had finally been captured. Or killed.

"My assessment, my Emperor, is that General Hewer no longer poses any real threat to us. His forces are decimated and on the run and are deserting or surrendering to us in large numbers. General Hewer himself has evaded capture, but he no longer has any significant tactical resources at his disposal. He is no longer an enemy general; he is a wanted man on the run. And I can promise you that he will be in our hands by the month's end," said General Numen.

"I am impressed by your gains in the north. But why don't you try to deliver Mr. Hewer to me by the end of the week. There could be a special incentive for you," said Kruger. He was utterly confident in Numen's loyalty; had their positions been reversed Kruger would have overplayed the strength of Hewer's forces to keep getting reinforcements and then turned on Numen in a coup with them. Possibly he may have even made contact with Hewer to get his help for such a mission, and then sent him to Camp Goodman afterwards. There was no guile, no subterfuge for the moment in General Numen.

"The moment we have him we'll give him straight to you. And I assure you that we are making extraordinary efforts to capture him. He won't hold out for long," replied Numen confidently.

"And I assure you that you had better capture him soon, or there will be extraordinary consequences," said Kruger, volume of his voice rising subtly, "am I clear?"

"Yes, sir," said Numen smartly.

"Anything that you request?" asked Kruger.

"More mechanized vehicles would allow our forces to move more quickly in pursuit of the enemy. And additional air support would be most useful," said Numen.

"You know that we are short on both of the aforementioned resources and that they must be held in reserve for an enemy greater than General Hewer," said Kruger.

"Yes, sir," said Numen.

"Dismissed," said Kruger, turning away. Numen held a salute for five seconds, and when it was clear that Kruger wasn't going to acknowledge him he turned and left.

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Camp Goodman, Australia

A new train arrived at the camp's station, belching a thick coud of steam and smoke. The more modern locomotives had for the most part been damaged or destroyed in the civil war and thus a steam locomotive served the camp's railway.

Camp Commandant William Gustin was quick in assembling a troop of guards to meet the train. About one hundred, carrying submachine guns and rifles with fixed bayonets. Five Tiger tanks rolled behind them, guns facing the trains. The beasts of World War II had been museum pieces of the Reich until recently; Emperor Kruger had had them reactivated for guard duty in the camps. They might not be fit to cross paths with your average APC, but they could sure as hell intimidate unarmed, helpless prisoners.

The guards walked up, heavily covered, and unlocked and opened the doors of the train cars. Scores of choking, sooty, sweaty people poured out of the cars. Hundreds, maybe almost a thousand total. It was a long train and these cars were high-capacity, although rather lacking in amenities.

One of the prisoners made a bolt for it straight away. The guards and tanks simply kept their focus on the main group. A sniper in one of the guard towers fired a shot seconds later that slashed across the back of his neck and the would-be escapee went down immediately. One of the guards ran over and finished him off with several brutal stabs of his bayonet.

Gustin stepped to the forefront of his troops, one hand on his Luger. "I welcome you on behalf of the Empire of Cairns to Camp Goodman. I hope sincerely that you will enjoy your stay with us. These men here will escort you to your temporary housing units where you will await showers and meals. Please form two orderly lines, men on the right and woman and children on the left. Thank you," he said curtly. Of course there was nothing sincere about the speech he gave to every trainload of arrivals. This was a death camp, and nobody really thought otherwise. The Reich had attempted to maintain secrecy about Camp Goodman, but the Emperor of Cairns felt no such need.

The lines were slow in forming at first, but after a few encouraging beatings from the guards the people started to get moving. The commandant saw them off before supervising the 'special assistants,' the prisoners who in exchange for good meals, being allowed into the bars and brothel, and having their deaths delayed, performed special services for the guards, carried up the personal possessions of the last group of people to be serviced by the camp's shower onto the train. Clothes, shoes, jewelry, watches, money, anything else they happened to have. Commandant Gustin in all honesty hated his job and hated to have to be the butcher; but if he didn't, Kruger would have him killed in a minute and replaced. It was Gustin's own ambition to succeed Kruger if anything should ever cause his untimely demise, and perhaps with the guard forces of Camp Goodman under his command he would be able to enforce his rule.

Camp Guard Jason Abeil prodded an straggling man in the small of the back with his bayonet to get him moving. The old man howled and started walking faster. People could be made to do anything, if they had the right motivation. Jason Abeil could be made to lead thousands to their deaths in the gas chambers in exchange for his own life and a career as a soldier; the soldiers were the new leaders of Australia.

"Alright, this block will be your housing," called Sergeant Kremler, pointing out a long series of sheet metal huts with padlocks on the outside of their doors. "You will remain in your bunks until called for your shower. No attempts at escape or resistance will be tolerated. Punishments will be severe!"

Abeil's squad took direction of a group of about twenty-five prisoners toward one of the huts. It had six bunks inside and was about the size of a backyard shed. "Inside, please," called Corporal Polleck. The prisoners started to file through the door.

"Hey, pretty, step back for a minute," called Dave Tarsh, one of Abeil's fellow guards, pointing at a dirty but pretty blond girl of maybe seventeen or eighteen. She had the look of a frightened animal in her eyes and stepped jerkily towards Tarsh.

"You wanna do a special job for me?" asked Tarsh. "I think you look like you might be good enough for the Torchlight Club. Feel like workin' there some?" Abeil winced inside, the Torchlight Club being the camp brothel, with free service to the guards and special assistants, courtesy of some very generous inmates. She nodded barely perceptibly. "Come on with me," said Tarsh.

"Seargant Kremler!" shouted Tarsh, "I think I found one for the Club."

"Mm, well she is fine," said the sergeant. "What's she here for?"

All heads turned to her. "Jew," she said weakly, on the verge of tears.

"Yeah, go ahead and take her up," said Kremler, and Tarsh walked away with the blond in tow. Abeil and the other guards went back to forcing the inmates into the hut. Finally, after much struggle they were all crammed in and the door was locked shut.

"Damn, this place is getting full," said Abeil. "Got more of them then we know what to do with. They're going to need new houses for 'em too, the gas chambers can't keep up."

"Well I think that's what the commandant's got his special assistants for," said Coporal Polleck. There was another train whistle that blew. "Is that the last one leaving?" asked the corporal.

"No," said Abeil, "It sounds like the other one just got here."

Khorsun

30-04-2008, 04:49

Camp Goodman

The air raid sirens started screaming before the drone of helicopters could be heard. Panic began to rise among guards and prisoners alike and chaos took hold momentarily. The commandant ran out out of the headquarters building, saw the mayhem at hand, and fired three shots skyward with his Luger.

That caught the attention of the nearest soldiers and prisoners; the prisoners scampered back towards their huts and the guards snapped to attention. "We need to restore order now!" shouted Commandant Gustin. "Get the men back in order!"

The noncoms quickly started shouting and blowing their whistles and the guards chased as many inmates back indoors as they could. Commandant Gustin ran back into his headquarters buildings. "What are we facing here?" he asked.

"Radar has picked up a large number of aircraft. Damned large number, somewhere in the hundreds. Helicopters by the look of them."

"Son of a bitch," whispered Gustin. No way General Hewer or any of the other holdouts could muster a squadron of helicopters, let alone hundreds. Who was it then, Terronian, Khorsun, Klievan, Cotland? Somebody from farther abroad?

"Are the missiles ready to fire?" asked the commandant urgently. The camp had only a single surface-to-air missile battery linked to its radar station; major air attacks were not expected. The battery had a total of sixteen missiles. That would hardly put a dent in the massive helicopter fleet, but something had to be done to defend the camp.

"Operators say they're being prepared for launch!" shouted a radioman. Then their was the sound of a massive explosion and Gustin looked out the window to see the radar station had been hit by a missile barrage and leveled. The guards were starting to panic again. "Shit, those missiles can't fire without the radar," shouted the radioman.

Gustin pulled his Luger out of its holster again and donned a helmet. "I am going out there to restore order again!" he said, and left quickly. He had gotten only a few steps from the door when he saw a stream of missiles strike the main barracks and blow it to pieces. The roar of the helicopters was now audible over the air raid sirens and he could see their angry shapes hovering distantly. Then there were more missiles streaking, straight overhead and Gustin realized with horror that they were going to hit the HQ. He started to dive for the ground but the missiles had exploded before he even hit the dirt and the blast launched him into the air. A fragment of glass about the size of a fingernail embedded itself deep into his thigh and a piece of masonry smashed against his helmet, knocking him unconscious before he landed again.

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Jason Abeil was being squashed by his fellow guards as they had all piled into a slit trench at once. The radar station, the barracks, and the headquarters had all been blown to pieces by missiles and the helicopters were getting closer and louder. Jason pressed his face harder into the earth and hoped to live.

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Jacob Keely manuevered his AH-64 into a firing position above and behind an enemy tank. "In position!" he shouted, and the chin gun started to fire through the tank's thin top armor. The tank's ammunition was cooking off in no time as it was shredded from above. "What the hell kind of tank is that?"

"Looks to me like a Tiger II," said his commander, Mike Hickel. "Can't believe it. Like we've warped back in time or something."

Keely jinked the helicopter to avoid fire from a flak battery and the chopper quickly fired a burst of four rockets into the battery, destroying it.

"Helicopter K-22, blow the main gate now," said the voice of K-Leader over the chopper's radio.

"Roger," responed Commander Hickel. "Blow that gate off its fucking hinges," he ordered. The chopper turned and launched a barrage of rockets that did indeed blow the gate off its hinges.

The helicopter turned back to engage another Tiger tank on the ground, and Keely saw another helicopter being badly shot up by flak. Finally one shell exploded on its stub wing, detonating the missile pod it carried and destroying the chopper. But so far, this was going well...

Hirgizstan

08-05-2008, 16:54

-BUMP for Spizania-

Hawdawg

11-05-2008, 21:43

Hawdawg Pacific Command-Fiji

Admiral Teller gathered his men into the situation room. The tensions in and around Australia had reached a point the Republic could not endure any longer.

“Men I have an emergency action message from Prime Minister Wells as authenticated by Code A-4 Cipher. Gentlemen we are a go for contingency plan Delta, in short we are going hot in this action between our ally and Spizanians. The good news is we have a lot of our assets already in-theater to bring a quick and decisive victory. I have dispatched both the 6th and 9th Carrier Strike Group to assemble SE of Denpasar. Once they join up, they are to proceed South to engage the Spizanian Navy. At the same time the 3rd Fleet Flagship Group and the 4th and 5th Sea Superiority Group will break off from the war games exercise in the Southern Indian Ocean and will engage the enemy vessels from the southern direction. At our allies request we also plan to engage various 11th Air Force Group Assets from Alice Springs to include our B-22’s, E-3C AWACS, EB-S100B Argus AEW, and P-21 Super Orions. We will also be involving aircraft from the 7th Air Force Group in PNG. Various other fighters will be scrambled to offer various levels of aerial dominance in the region. Our CSG’s will provide a Northern AIRCAP upon advancement into the Area and COH will provide a southern AIRCAP to protect our eyes in the sky. Make no mistake about it gentlemen we must be precise in our actions, deliberate in the details, and we will be successful in our outcome. May we prevail, that is all. Make this happen.”

Various bursts of communications sprang to life from the Hawdawg-PC. Within minutes the combat operations center had real-time data displayed via satellite for Admiral Teller and his various task-specific controllers to view. As the 6th and 9th CSG began to move to join up, ASuW operations began in earnest. Helicopters with sonar began to dip and actively ping, hundreds of sonar-buoys where readied for use. Slowly the Southern Group picked its way North carefully on the lookout for Spizanian submarines through various ASuW tactics. When the Northern and Southern E-3C’s arrived on station the RL data showing locations of surface vessels, action groups and the formations they were in offered up various tactical opportunities for Adm. Teller. He picked up his Red Phone. The E-3C Northern Air Control Operations Officer answered.

“ACOO, Teller. Get the thunder rolling, I want B-22’s in the air.”

On a long runway in Alice Springs and Papau New Guinea 18 B-22 Zeus Strategic Bombers slowly rumbled down the runway and lurched into the air. A squadron of 24 F-25A Typhoon’s took off outside of Darwin NAS, they were solely aloft to make sure the big bombers weren’t harassed in this opening action. After about twenty minutes in the air, the first Bomber Group from Alice Springs had successfully linked up with its fighter escort. The Northern Controller contacted the first flight group to ensure authentication.

“Hound-6, Hound-6 this is Crystal Ball. Looks like clear sailing. Authentication code Delta, niner, six, one, over. Roger that, weapons hot, bombardier make the pickles hot. Advise the COH AIRCAP of our destination, track and speed, over."

Slowly they lumbered toward a point known only by the pilot and the ACOO guiding them. It would be a release point that would change the face of this battle.

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Hawdawg ORBAT-Australian Campaign

Hawdawg Air Force-Australia
11th Air Group

Aircraft

F-25 A Typhoon 96
F-41B 96
B-22 Zeus 8
KC-130A 16
C-130J-30 Hercules 16
C-9B 20
C-20B/H Gulfstream 2
CT-5B Saab 340B 8
GLI-44 Blackjester IRBC 5
E-8C JSTAR 5
E-3C AWACS Blk50 5
EB-S100B Argus AEW 5
P-21 Improved Orion 24
Predator UAV 10
Global Hawk UAV 10
Merlin EH101 HM Mk. 240
H-92 20
AS-565UB 20

Hawdawg Air Force-Papua New Guinea
7th Air Group

Aircraft Quantity

F-25 A Typhoon 480
F-41B 600
F/A-225A Kestrel 240
A-81B Block 20 Molotok 480
AC-130U Spooky 160
B-1B 250
B-7C Incubus 250
B-2B 100
B-22 Zeus 10
E/F-177A (Bomber Escort) 200
F/B-177A (Bomber Escort) 200
KC-130A 80
C-15A Kondor 160
C-130J-30 Hercules 416
C-9B 80
C-20B/H Gulfstream 20
CT-5B Saab 340B 40
E/F-111A Raven 16
GLI-44 Blackjester IRBC 35
E-8C JSTAR 35
E-3C AWACS Block 50 35
EB-S100B Argus AEW 5
P-21 Improved Orion 96
Predator UAV 40
Global Hawk UAV 40
H-92 100
AS-565UB 80

Naval Assets
(Northern Force)
6th CSG-Sumatra, Medan Indonesia
9th CSG-Darwin, Australia

(Southern Force)
3rd FFG-Lautoka, Fiji
4th SSG-Papu, Jayapura Indonesia
5th SSG-Bushehr, Iran

Fleet Composition

Carrier Strike Group
1xCarrier Royal-Holly CVN (88 aircraft) (26) F-25B Typhoon, (32) F-41C, (10) NH-90, (2) E-2D AWACS Hawkeye-2000, (6) RA-5E Vigilante,
(10) CH-46 Sea Knight, (2) Global Hawk UAVN

1xBattlecruiser Squadron
2-Mexia BCGN Flight VI

1xCruiser Squadron
1-Consort CBGN
1-Regent CAGN
1-Vulkan Arsenal Ship

3xDestroyer Squadron’s
2-Sianach DDGN
2-Bullfinch FFH

1xSubmarine Squadron
2-Tigerhai Class SSN

1xSupport Squadron
2-Smith AOE
1-AS-39 Emory Sub Tender

Fleet Flagship Group

1xBattleship Squadron
1-King Henry V BBGN
2-Ocean BBGN

2xCruiser Squadrons
1-Regent CAGN
2-Alderdom CLGN

6xDestroyer Squadrons
2-Sianach DDGN
3-Bullfinch FFH

3xSubmarine Squadrons
2-Tigerhai SSN

1xIntelligence Squadron
1-Siren AGI

1xSupply Squadron
2-Lem AFSN
7-Smith AOE
1-AS-39 Emory Sub Tender

Sea Superiority Group

1xBattleship Squadron
1-Kingdom BBAN
2-King Henry V BBGN

1xBattleCruiser Squadron
3-Mexia CGN Flight VI
2-Vulkan Arsenal Ships

2xCruiser Squadrons
2-Regent CAGN

3xDestroyer Squadrons
2-Sianach DDGN
4-Bullfinch FFH

3xSubmarine Squadrons
1-Tigerhai SSN
1-Hirata Flight IIIA SSG

Pushka

12-05-2008, 02:12

As the decree approved by the Parliament stated the Federation dispatched a naval Task Force code named "Vostok" (East, translit., rus.) to act as a deterrent for the Commonwealth of Hirgizstan. The Federation wanted it to be known that it will not allow use of WMDs against civilian population and it will not stand idly by as Hirgizstan carried out their dishonorable atrocities against the innocent. In addition it was in line with the Federation's national interests to not allow a direct invasion of Spizania by a TOA nation. The Fleet assembled and was dispatched from Novoport in Taymyria two weeks ago and was on approach to Spizanian bases in the Pacific. At the same time Russian Federation Forces within Near Eastern Autonomous Republic (Yemen) were at full alert, ready to mobilize in a moments notice to carry out operations in defense of Spizanian controlled part of Yemen. Russian missile defense grid has been ordered to expand its operations into Spizanian airspace as far as their geographical position on Russian Federation territory allowed them.

ORBAT:

Task Force "Vostok"

4th Flotilla of the 1st Arctic Fleet

Commander: Admiral Zaytsev:

Composition:

-Indestructable class Aircraft Carrier:1; Ship designation(s): "Gorkyi"
-Illium class Destroyer: 4; Ship designation(s): "Varyag", "Sprut", "Kutuzov", "Slavyanka"
-Seydlitz class Cruiser: 3; Ship designation(s): "Dolgorukyie", "Lermontov II", "Stepan Razin"
-Kristík class Battleship: 6; Ship designation(s): "Obereg", "Spasitel", "Svyatoi Stepan", "Russich", "Cherep"
Grospek class Heavy Guided Battle Cruiser: 5; Ship designation(s): "Moroz", "Sokol", "Svoboda", "Besstrashnie", "Avrora"
Lu-25 Black Mariah STOVL Multi-Role Aircraft: 125
Marines: 3000
AVT-12 Assault Transport Craft: 40

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OOC: This is it for now, remember this is a deterrent force, if Hirgizstan chooses to engage them then I will bring out the big guns. I'll be parking another 20 Flotillas in the middle of the Pacific depending on how things go.

Layarteb

12-05-2008, 02:48

OOC: Ohhh plot thickened...

Hirgizstan

12-05-2008, 17:32

OOC: Just FYI, if I was planning to invade Spizania, this would not be a deterrent. Nothing would, so its pointless to even move things in preparation because A- I'm not planning to invade him (you've seen the problems with this RP alone, you think I want more?) and B- If I was planning to invade him, you nor anyone else, would change my plans.

Pushka

13-05-2008, 06:24

OOC: We already discussed this, you don't invade him or retaliate against his civilians, I don't do anything, you do the opposite, you're going to have to deal with me. Placing a deterrent also gives me an excuse and a moral high ground to get involved in a larger war against you if you disregard the deterrent.

Hawdawg

18-05-2008, 19:45

Off the Western Coast of Australia

The 6th and 9th Carrier Strike Groups had assembled at point Zulu and where now heading South, vectoring to intercept the retreating Spizanian Navy. Both the 6th and the 9th CSG put up 12 F-25B Typhoons armed with 4-AGM-84L Harpoon’s, 4-HARM’s, 2-BVAAM’s, and 3-MRAAM’s, 12 F-41C’s armed with 4-BVAARM’s, 2-RA-5E Vigilante ECM’s. Both strike groups coded Blue and Gold flew west and rendezvoused with a Air Tanker dispatched earlier in the day to refuel the laden fighters for a “back door” approach on the Spizanian Fleet. After the all these planes had taken on fuel they set there sights on the target of the day, the lead ships in the spizanian picket. The choice was simple attacking and sinking the support network around the larger capital ships would reduce the defensive capacity of the fleet and make it much easier to destroy the larger vessels in the group. At 200 miles out both groups divided into separate attack formations each targeting separate vessels, they were to release payload at 100nm. In the background an AWACS fed RT data to the onboard targeting computers to ensure maximum strike utilization. The supporting F-41C’s took up a defensive position above the F-25B’s in case the Spizanians decided to engage with aircraft. The powerful RA-5E’s began to scramble signals and distributing white noise via there powerful Electronic Warfare Suite. Any inbound missiles would be confused at best by the cover offered from these airframes, plus the Vigilantes had a nasty surprise for any missiles that came there way. HARM’s and AGM-84L Harpoon’s stood ready to launch at the designated time. When Strike Group Blue and Gold reached the release point, ordinance was dropped and screamed inbound towards the outer ring of the Spizanian defensive network. The event was choreographed to the second with the entire Naval Operations group.

NE of the Fighter Group

Eighteen B-22 Zeus Bombers had been loitering over the release area for sometime. Inside these giant behemoths lay a massive array of weaponry. Each bomber could carry up to 12 BGM-211 Voodoo’s or 24 AGM-203 IMSDAL’s. At a distance of 350nm all eighteen bombers opened up the massive bay doors and began to release the weapons from rotary canisters. One by one the weapons fell free and clear from the airframe and streaked downrange to a target over the horizon. All these missiles were programmed for the sea skimming approach, from lessons gleaned from the COH attacks earlier in the week. A full compliment of 108 BGM-211 Voodoo’s and 216 AGM-203 IMSDAL’s lit up the early afternoon sky targeting the outer defensive picket ships of the Spizanian navy.

Sea Superiority Groups, Fleet Flagship Groups begin the engagement

Prior to the Bomber launched missile attack the six Vulkan Class Arsenal Ships of the 6th, 9th CSG, and 4th, 5th SSG’s prepared for a launching of a first in Hawdawg combat. Several box launchers had been modified upon each of the Arsenal ships to carry a unique weapon the BQM-74 Chukar IV. The BQM-74 was a subsonic VLS weapon that served the specific purpose of confusing enemy radar, by mimicking the radar signature of an inbound missile, airframe, or other potential anti-shipping threat. Several of these munitions were fitted with ECM pods to further confuse enemy radar operators. The launch went off without a hitch and 80 of the BQM-74’s left there boxes, flying at sea skimming levels towards the outer picket ships. Upon arrival in the target area, these decoys were designed to loiter on the fringes of AA ranges to keep the enemy missile systems engaged. One group of 10 dropped to 5 meters off the deck and when it closed to a distance of 10nm they climbed to 1000 meters and self-detonated dispersing a chaff cloud designed to blind the enemy combat radar systems, lowering the detection times of the inbound missiles a few seconds behind them.

At the same time as the BQM-74’s were launched from the Vulkan Class Arsenal ships, six Hirata Flight IIIA AIP submarines carefully positioned themselves some 75nm from from the Spizanian Fleet and moved to VLS launch depth. These submarines ran on the new AIP technology and this added bonus allowed them to get into locations previously unavailable to traditionally nuclear powered SSN’s. On a pre-determined mark 56 VLS tubes on each submarine unleashed 168 UGM-84L Harpoon’s. As they spewed forth from the water each subsonic missile ignited and leveled off 5 meters above the deck screaming North towards the Spizanian Fleet. They arrived on target with the BQM-74’s to further clutter the radar screens of the picket vessels.

After the first salvo of subsonic missiles left the Vulkans, the radar screens of the Spizanian navy had upwards of 600 inbound targets to deal with, that number was about to become even larger. Racks upon racks of RGM-203 IMSDAL’s began to leave there VLS box launchers. The bulk of the RGM-203’s fired contained conventional warhead’s designed to destroy various hard targets. However a newly designed version also left the racks this day, the RGM-203I, specifically designed as a Super-HARM they would actively seek out the Spizanian Combat Radar systems on the vessels in the fleet and destroy them, effectively blinding the ships from inbound ordinance. A full compliment of 1200 total conventionally armed RGM-203 IMSDAL’s left the Vulkans for the strike mission while 300 RGM-203I’s left at the same time to devastate the early warning system aboard the enemy vessels.

The missile attack was brutal in design and specific in its purpose, as most naval doctrine decreed capital ships were protected at all costs and this meant a substantial amount of escort picket ships made up a bulk of the fleet, acting as the early warning eyes and ears of the group. The downside was while the inner ships bristled with defensive Anti-Air systems, the outer ships proved the most venerable and the Hawdawgian attack would exploit this weakness. Radio chatter came alive as the first salvo began to rain down on the picket ships in the outer defensive network of Spizanian Force.

Summary

Attack coming from five separate directions.

West, fighter launched 100nm or closer to your fleet
48 AGM-84L Harpoon’s inbound (targeting your ships)
48 AGM-88L HARM’s inbound (targeting your radar systems)

From the NE, bomber launched 350nm from your fleet.

216 BGM-203 IMSDAL’s (targeting your ships)
108 BGM-211 VOODOO’s (targeting your ships)

From the south, ship launched 250nm from your fleet.

80-BQM-74 Chukar IV decoy’s several dispensing chaff 10nm from your ships
1200-RGM-203 IMSDAL’s conventionally armed (targeting your ships)
300-RGM-203I IMSDAL’s antiradar variant (targeting your radar systems)

From the south, sub launched 75nm from your fleet.

168-UGM-84L Harpoon’s (targeting your ships)

A total of 2168 missiles inbound on targets.

All missiles are primarily targeting your picket ships with secondary targets being your supply vessels, radar instrumentation, arrays, etc. This is a choreographed launch; all missiles are arriving on station at approximately the same time.

Too cool a video to pass up. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vYAWrkvyYdc)
And yet another taken from a live feed (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cwonlHm66VE)

Hirgizstan

20-05-2008, 17:29

11th Fleet, 2nd and 3rd CVBG's, North-Western Australia

Admiral Linder had watched all of the 2400 Imsdaal and Penguin missiles being fired. He had seen similar barrages throughout his career but he never grew tired of them. Just the amount of money in each missile was mind-boggling. But then again, he had once seen the budget for PACFLTCOM and couldn't quite believe the amount of numbers after the NCN.

But now he was getting ready to launch equipment worth a lot more than missiles off the decks of his carrier. He had received the confirmation from the Hawdawgians half-way through the launch of the missiles and by the end of it their planes, already standing-by, were armed and in the air out of Papua New Guinea, scheduled to fly right over his ships.

The plan had been hashed out quickly over secure radios between the two Commands before the Hawdawgian planes had been launched. The practicality of the TOA shone through brilliantly as both sides had trained and conducted multiple operations side by side before. Linder himself was based in Port Moresby so he knew the various contingencies well. They were running with a good one, he was sure of that. It would totally overwhelm the Spizanians, whose Navy was never going to be allowed to survive now. Their retreating ships would never see home ports again.

He would be putting 140 planes into the air, 40 F-78B's and 100 F-18E's, all armed with ASM-158N's(OOC: See Page Four, Post Number 56) and various Air-To-Air munitions. The original air-strike plan, undertaken some time ago, had not worked out well. The Spizanians were too strong and too concentrated. The ASM's didn't get through and the aircraft didn't press on, they came back safe.

But this time the pilots were out for nothing but blood and the sky was literally filled with aircraft now, Hawdawgian and Hirgizstanian, right behind thousands of cruise missiles and Khan missiles.

The Spizanians would never be able to deal with such an onslaught. The main aim of the Hirgizstanian aircraft were to add their numbers into the equation, increasing the confusion of the Spizanians by firing their own missiles and, at the same time, protecting the Hawdawgian B-22's.

A quad of F-18G's also followed the 140 plane strike group, using their ECM to further confuse the Spizanian ship defenses by generating interference and 'ghost targets', thousands and thousands of them.

Once assembled in the air the Hirgizstanian planes burned ahead of the Hawdawgian B-22's, flying to within 280nm of the Spizanian ships and launching 560 ASM-158N's before pulling back, in time to see the Hawdawgians launch their own missiles. Now it only remained to protect the Hawdawgians against any foolish retaliation from the Spizanians.

Summary:

From the NE, with the Hawdawgian Bombers- Missiles Launched 280nm from Spizanian Fleet:
560 ASM-158N's (Targetting Escort/Picket Ships)

(Missiles have identical TOT's)

Cotland

20-05-2008, 18:50

One of the actual strikes on the picket ships (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vYAWrkvyYdc)
OOC: Hawdawg, no. Just, no. A Harpoon anti-shipping missile is not a Mk.48 ADCAP torpedo, and it does not dip into the water before it explodes. It sea-skims and hit the target above water, not below. The reason why the torpedo has a higher destructive power is because it detonates under water, forming a vaccume that breaks the ship's keel and thus sinks it. The anti-shipping missile penetrates the bulkheads of the target and detonate inside, damaging things and starts fires that will force the ship to succumb if it doesn't have a good damage control crew. The USS Stark took direct hits from two Exocet missiles, weapons very similar to the Harpoon in most respects, including warhead, and it survived the encounter. It was damaged, yes, but it survived.

Hawdawg

20-05-2008, 22:54

OOC: Hawdawg, no. Just, no. A Harpoon anti-shipping missile is not a Mk.48 ADCAP torpedo, and it does not dip into the water before it explodes. It sea-skims and hit the target above water, not below. The reason why the torpedo has a higher destructive power is because it detonates under water, forming a vaccume that breaks the ship's keel and thus sinks it. The anti-shipping missile penetrates the bulkheads of the target and detonate inside, damaging things and starts fires that will force the ship to succumb if it doesn't have a good damage control crew. The USS Stark took direct hits from two Exocet missiles, weapons very similar to the Harpoon in most respects, including warhead, and it survived the encounter. It was damaged, yes, but it survived.

OOC: It was for color Cot just color I new it was an ADCAP torp. strike not an actual Harpoon strike but it was too cool a video to pass up. I will edit to reflect this. The second video is an actual Harpoon strike.

Spizania

23-05-2008, 00:58

OOC: I concur that is an awesome video, is that the video of the Aussie test?

Hawdawg

23-05-2008, 01:29

OOC: I concur that is an awesome video, is that the video of the Aussie test?

I honestly don't know.

Layarteb

23-05-2008, 16:29

OOC: I concur that is an awesome video, is that the video of the Aussie test?

OOC: That is affirmative.

Spizania

24-06-2008, 14:40

CAF Milnrow, Antarctica
The long lines of B.1 Ghettoblasters looked rather impressive as the sun burnt away the morning fog and sheathed the bombers in supernatural light, as ground crews busied themselves like ants, securing fueling lines and driving away the missile carriages that had supplied the missiles now loaded into the bombers, making way for starting carts that soon began to fill the flightline with a supernatural whine that many pilots likened to the cry of a newborn baby, there newborn baby.
Crews who were not already strapped into the aircraft's fighter bubble cockpits rushed up ladders, saluting the crew chiefs who helped them strap in and pulled the canopy down for them.
It was there mission to save the navy boys now pinned down by massive enemy forces, and they would do it with the missiles now loaded into the bellies and onto the wings of the Ghettoblasters, and the missiles being loaded onto reservist B-1s at subsiduary airfields.
Within ten minutes the preperations were complete and the bombers started rolling, performing a textbook SAC takeoff, with spacings that made strapping oneself into a plane loaded with fuel and high explosives totally sane.
[192 B.1s launched, with 4 E.1s and 8 P.1s in support, along with 12 squadrons of hawk interceptors, 12 tankers and the reservist B-1 force of 249 B-1Bs, 12 SzI-1 Acheron interceptors have been placed on alert]

First Battle Squadron, CIC of the Anson

The Khan strike had obviously not been the entire enemy attack, and so the withdrawing fleet had all available High Angle and Long Range High Altitude search radars engaged, hoping to gain a few more minutes warning to warn up SAMs and begin to lay down cover fire, however the rather ridiculous size of the strike, and the fact it was caught so early in its Ballistic Phase, suprised Admiral Theireau (who had recieved confermation of her Vice Admiral rank and a Brevet Promotion to full admiral a few minutes before).
"1400 Khans, ballistic, now reaching the Apex of trajectory"
"Oh god, were dead..."
"What the f***, target projection indicates transistion will occur at 300km due north of Picket Line, I dont understand"
"Neither do I, Midshipman, designate the projected transistion Point 'Hope' and get every plane from the North Picket CAP we can out there, now!"
"Aye, Gold Leader, Gold Leader this is BIRDS NEST, deploy all available forces to Point Hope, coordinates to follow"

Gold Leader, over picket wing

"Roger BIRDS NEST, Gold Leader outbound, out!"
"Tighten Up Gold Squadron, All Units from Argus and Eagle Groups form up on me!"

Formations of Lu-45 Hawks rose into posistion around his ten member squadron, all of the others at full strength, having been engaging the missile salvo that had claimed two of the members of Gold squadron from rather long range with slightly less insane flying. 96 Fighters against 1400 missiles, though that appeared insane on the face of it, every plane in the group was loaded up with 15 UACS Missiles that were loaded onto the weapons racks and shoulder rails of each Hawk, in addition the radars and other sensors of the aircraft would provide targetting data for long range SAM fire, which would be TOTed with the missile transistion, allowing them to finish the job with a fraction of the firepower they would otherwise require.

Gold Leader pushed his throttle up and led his reinforced wing of eight squadrons (94 fighters) into a supercruise course to the location that had been designated Point Hope, and indeed it was ironic, since the hopes of an entire nation for survival lay upon the shoulders of these few dozen pilots.

Deck of the Eagle class fleet carrier CSS Argus[b]
4 Fighters ahd been loaded onto the steam catapults and shot off the deck just seconds before, and now the crews rushed to push another four Hawks onto the launchers in a desperate attempt to replenish the CAP to deal with any possible additional attacks and for the Khans that got through the rather ramshackle defence that had been arrayed.

In addition the crew on the flight control deck had a rather marvelous view of the pillars of smoke rising from nearby destroyers as they fired SL-N-4 "Blackbird" Long Range Surface to Air Missiles against the missiles, timed to catch them when they were most vulnerable, with the terminal seekers set to Imagining IR with the midcourse update system available to allow for finer target desigation than that offered by the simple "fly to here and kill what you find which looks like a Khan" targeting data that had been uploaded in the launchers.

*Several minutes later*

[b]Gold Leader, 10km beyond Point Hope

"All Units throttle back, reverse course, minimum cruise, fire control to computer!" he called as he switched his comm unit over to the open frequency, hit his transponder switches to open flow and finally thumbed the fire control computer control on his stick to "Automatic".

He counted the responses from his squadron and then heard the other seven squadron leaders call in readiness.
He heard a gasp and looked up to see his Heads Up display paint dozens of boxes that shot halfway across the sky and then suddenly deccelerated, the boxes remained even though the sky outside his canopy turned completely white as his fighter, and all those around and behind him fired off all fifteen missiles each in a few fractions of the seconds, the datalinks between the fighters allowing the computers to compare targets to minimise target overlap.

Flashes of light began to show through the smoke obscuring the canopy, then the proximity alarms wailed as more missiles, both friendly and enemy began to appear on the heads up display, the SAMs had arrived, but apparently some of the khans had been carrying AAMs.

"All units go evasive All UNITS GO EVASIVE!" he yelled into his headset as he rolled to evade the enemy missile lock, dropping flares and chaff. Several screams and yells appeared over the channel "AGH GO....." "Nines Gone!" "No Im still here, Eleven!" "Then whos that debris?"

Then he was suddenly clear of the cloud and the flying shrapnel and flying low over a relatively calm peice of the Pacific Ocean, a peice that was now bubbling and turning a strange red-yellow colour due to the amount of extremely hot uranium oxide dust that had been dumped into it from all the destroyed missiles.
Air to air missiles and the 2115 SL-N-4 "Blackbird" missiles that had been launched from the destroyers of the fleet, the kill rate per missile had averaged nearly 50%, largely because the missiles were almost totally unable to effectively maneuver during the transistion phase, also because the Khans had not been loaded with countermeasures more advanced than chaff and flare, which were largely ineffective against the imaging IR sensors used by the missiles. This lead to an unprecedented 83% kill rate, with a comparitively tiny ratio of SAMs to missiles. However a few of the AAM-carrying Khans had deployed the weapons early, and had killed twenty three of the Lu-45 Hawk force, all of whose pilots would now be declared heroes of the Confederacy and would likely be nimbussed with medals if the fleet managed to escape the combined might of what appeared to be half the TOA.

The mighty salvo of fourteen hundred weapons had been reduced to a "mere" 243 missiles, of which about half were actually carrying the mighty anti shipping warhead for which the Khan was famous. Unfortunately contact was lost with these weapons as the fighters that had ambushed them were overflying pilot distress beacons and otherwise scattered at near wavetop levels, and the Khans were quickly over the horizon.

Response to Hawdawgian Strike - Picket Line South of the Core Group

"Multiple Contacts now appearing on the surface plot, transistioning to aerial plot"
"Identify them, release SAM launch safeties and classify"
"Roger that sir, the computer is crunching the numbers...... Computer Identifies them as Harpoon missiles, probably submarine launch..."
"Commence Firing SAMs, confirm submarine launch"
The deck of the ship began to vibrate slightly as the Destroyer began to discharge surface to air missiles from its for launcher, the Cruiser it was attached to joining the effort, firing off missiles from its twin arm and from its after VLS battery.
"Launch vehicle now confirmed as probable submarine, Commodore Brown is ordering the Sea Doru launchers to open fire, Concentration Plan Echo on the launch site"
"Train out launcher, fire on target coordinates as supplied"
The 9 cell pepperbox launcher in the amidships of the ASW Destroyer trained out, elevated and started firing one missile per second, while around them a dozen other ships did the same.
Within a few seconds almost a hundred Sea Dorus were speeding out to the launch site on trails of fire and smoke. Each loaded with a heavyweight homing torpedo.
They would deploy around the launch site in a pattern that would ensure that the submarines would be unable to escape, and to make sure, multiple helicopters from the destroyers were deployed to ensure that the subs died if the missiles didnt do the job.

Response to Hawdawgian Strike - Picket Line West of the Core Group

"Multiple Aircraft approaching, range approximately 250 nautical miles, requesting release permission"
"Release Permission Granted by order of Commodore Wilkins, commence fire with Blackbirds"
On this ship too, the deck began to shake as the destroyer began to fire surface to air missiles from its bow VLS system
"Command, this is Radar Engagement, we have heavy jamming activity on the target formation, we are unable to guarantee missile efficacy with primary targeting system"
"Very well, Guns, swap SAM targetting system to secondary IIR system"
"Aye Sir"
The Surface to Air Missiles recieved instructions from the command and combat computers on the launching vessels to switch to Imaging Infra-Red terminal guidance, which largely rendered them invulnerable to the radar jamming being employed by the attacking aircraft, they would be forced to fly through the defensive missile fire and take major losses before deploying ordanance and withdrawing under fire, or they could abort the raid and return to base before the missiles reached them. Either way the desired effect was achieved

Response to Hirgizstanian Attack - Picket Line North East of the Core Group
"Inbound aircraft, range 300 plus, classify as Hirgizstanian, request long range missile engagement permission"
"Permission Granted, engage"
The missile battery began to shake the ship as the cold gas launchers flung missiles out of the tubes and into open air before ramrockets lit to drive them towards there rendevous with inbound weapons or fighters.
"Sir, they must know weve painted them, and they could probably work out that that means that we have missiles headed at them, why dont they abort the strike? They could run the missiles out of fuel?"
"I dont know sailor, lets just hope they dont know something we dont"
Several dozens of seconds passed.
"Targets now registering at range 280, reporting something odd..... VAMPIRE VAMPIRE VAMPIRE, 300.... 400.... 500 plus"
"Thats what they did, they decided to take the salvo to get the shot off at us"
"Well, atleast those damned cowards cant escape now, leave the lofted missiles tasked on the birds, engage those vampires!"
Again the deck began to shake as the missile launchers tossed more missiles into the air to send them on the path to annihalation, and hopefully to the annihalation of the enemy missile strike.

"Sir, more Vampires now inbound, probably bomber deployment, requesting release order"
"Request Granted, commence firing, tear 'em up son"

The first two waves of missiles met just as the previously launched weapons tore into the now retreating enemy airstrike, with the shear number of SAMs available to the defending vessels, the airstrike never really had a chance of destroying the escort perimetre in that sector, but this was just the opening move in a much much larger game. Four of the missiles broke through the SAM perimetre, another fell to point defence but the others claimed a Frigate and damaged an ASW destroyer, hardly losses that would cripple the fleet, but they all added up to a possible death from a thousand cuts.

With the first wave annihalated the missile fire shifted to engage the massive bomber launched wave which was now approaching rather faster than the Hirgizstanian missile strike had done.
"Reporting multiple missile radar strobes on pickets, including us sir" reported the ECM officer sitting beside the SAM control officer,
"Well it appears that the commander of the enemy force has grown a brain, hard to believe but apparently true"

Returning of Fire
The bombers approached the launch point 990 nautical miles from the enemy armada and shifted into a different formation that was optimised for mass weapons deployment, the belly doors on the Ghettoblasters dropping and swinging open as the crews ran final checks, before each bomber unloaded the 12 missiles it had carried, 4 from its wings and 10 from a rotary launcher stowed in the main launch bay.
The Patrol Aircraft on lone from CAF Coastal Command joined in, dropping the quartet of missiles they were carrying on wing hardpoints, there bomb bays being full of signal generators and fuel tanks that were the things that allowed them to do there normal job so well.
The B-1Bs launched there own SL-N-9s at the same time, the single missile dropping from the specially modified bomb bay doors, that had been modified to allow the missile to be carried on a bomber that conventional military wisdom judged too small for it.
With the missiles gone and the escorts/AWACs birds scanning the sky for an unlikely enemy response, the bombers turned for home.
With masses of inbound missiles the fleets heavy and light cruisers began to release massive numbers of SL-N-2 missiles (effectively Khan cruise stages with the standard ML-1 Interceptor missiles) against the Hawdawgian Naval Forces that had just engaged at closer ranges than standard, and more SL-N-9s, again a full salvo of 960, this time concentrated against the battlegroup that was believed to be the one containing the new commander of the fleet, since the previous flagship was dead in the water, using the same profile as before.
The Gunnery was ofcourse focused on the larger of the two "flattops" in that battlegroup, they would now repeat the feat they had achieved with the first burst of gunfire. Soon after the Counties had expended every missile available to them, the Khans breached the perimetre and caused heavy losses. Khan cruise stages driving through a hail of weapons fire to slam into cruisers and battlecruisers that were still covered in smoke from the weapons that had just been launched in return.

[
LOSSES:
23 Lu-45s lost at Point Hope
43 Lu-45s lost from the CAP
21 Escorts of Various Types
3 Tanker/Support Vessels [34 in the 1st Battle Squadron]
9 County class heavy cruisers
Battlecruiser Rodney ablaze aft of the tower, 12 list to port
Battlecruiser Collingwood at a dead stop, being taken under tow by Anson
]
[Missiles Away from 1st Battle Squadron:-
960 missiles against 2nd Hirgizstanian Battlegroup
700+ SL-N-2 missiles away against Hawdawgian Group (same attack profile as used against Hirgizstanians, multiple vector attack profile, focusing on most effective AD ships first)
]
[Missiles Away from Bomber Strike:-
2585 SL-N-9s launched in the standard multi vector anti-AD prioritised attack profile at the Hirgizstanian Fleet reinforcements.

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