NationStates Jolt Archive

(((OOC: This is an OPEN RP, but don't be ridiculous with your post please. Take up a position that interests you and let the RPing begin)))

IC: Ustio North News Network (UNNN)

"And now we're going to cross over to our Military Correspondant Terry Walcott, live from Valais AFB, where two F/A-18 Super Hornets which recently just vanished off radar whilst out on a routine patrol of the territorial waters. Terry, over to you"

"Thanks Bill, well yes as you said the F/A-18 Super Hornets departed from Valais AFB earlier today, as many do on a daily basis do protect our borders. However, details of what actually happened are sketchy at best, since the Air Force and Government have not released the names of the pilots, who are missing, presumed dead along with their navigators, or indeed what exactly happened to them. We do know that they were not breaching any territorial waters bar our own, and that no group or nation has yet claimed any responsibility, if there is anything to be responsible for."

"Terry, thank you" Bill turned back to the camera. "Well this comes as quite a blow to UN Military Forces, who've recently returned from the Sanghean Conflict and were hoping for a rest, but with this news a search party has already been launched. The Cruiser Waldreich recently put to sea in the directon of the area that the F-18s are thought to have gone down in, and the Carrier Directus and it's flight crews are going to high alert status. We will be recieving reports from our correspondants aborad both vessels as news comes in..."

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UN Military Command Bunker, B7R area

The conference room, as always in these times, was nearly empty. Only six people sat there: Admiral Cutter, Commander Of Ustian Naval Forces. Brigadier General Jackson, Commander Of Ustian Ground Forces. Air Marshall Sir Scott Welsh, Commander Of Ustian Air Forces. Frank Griffen, Foreign Affairs Minister.
Tom Price, Media Liason Officer, and Colonel Kamarov, Commander Of Ustian Covert Operations.

"Attention on deck!" called Air Marshall Welsh, as the door opened and President-General Gareth MacMillan stepped in. Before he, and the others present, sat, he looked around the room carefully.

He took his seat at the head of the table, and the others sat in their seats.

Silence hung in the air.

It was broken by MacMillan's voice: "Who were the crew?" He asked

"Lieutenants Phil Burns, Dan Passenger, Frederick Ullyses and Dillian Carter" Came the reply from Welsh

"Any demands, or threats, from any nation at this time?" MacMillan contined

"Not at this time" replied Griffen

"Do we have any idea who it was?"

"Could have been one of the nations who were against our withdraw from the Sanghea Conflict, or our preseince there in the first place" Said Griffen "But it could well be any nation"

"These are perilous times, President. We must seek to forge new alliances at this time" came the slow but reasuring voice of Admiral Cutter.

MacMillan considered his options. He spoke again. "Tom, can you control how much of this gets out? Keep it minimal?"

"Aye, i can do that" replied Tom Price.

"Alright gentlemen, you are dismissed. Continue your investigations into this incident and send emmisaries to our allies, and a global telegram to those wishing to forge alliances"

"Yessir" came the unanimous reply.

The men began to leave, but MacMillan raised a hand. "No Kamarov. Stay a while. We must speak in private"

The Colonel did not look surprised, and MacMillan got straight to business the instant the door was closed

"Ready your team, Colonel. I want to know who did this and why. And keep it quiet, understood?"

His accent was a strong one, indicating he was not originally from Ustio.

"I understand" he growled, as he left the room, leaving MacMillan alone.

Outside the bunker, while the higher officials piled into a limo on their way to their respective bases, Colonel Kamarov climbed into his Patriot V8, and roared away towards Pelagiuos.

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(((OOC: This all stems from the fact i watched Behind Enemy Lines last night and thought an RP would be good)))

OFFICIAL BEATUSIAN PRESS CONFERENCE

General Alfredo Bowman stood before a podium in front of a camera, in what appeared to be an underground room.

"We vehemently deny any involvement in any occurences anywhere near Ustio North. We will not deny that we are not conducting external activities at this time, even though a state of crisis exists in our nation, but we did not, I repeat DID NOT have anything to do with this incident. Any fragments of a Beatusian missile found with the wreckage does not mean that the Republic of the Beatus had anything to do with this incident. Now, if you excuse me, I must attend to other matter at this time, good day."

General Bowman walked off camera, and the feed ended.

Official Calizorinstanian Press Conference

General Thomas Bomhard, a Marine Corps general, stood in front of the crowd, and gave this little speech "I have reason to believe that the two Ustian F/A-18F Super Hornets went down in just outside of the Ustian waters, for some unknown reason. If they are found with pieces of Skynet SAM's does not mean we had anything do with it, just that we found the wreckage in our waters. We have reports that the Muslim group "Al-Rashid" fired a SAM at two jets from a small boat near the area. We are unsure to as the type, but it was fired at two jet aircraft."

"I do not know why or how, but I assure you we are investigating this incident, and I offer my condolences to the families of the jet crews.." The CNN broadcast of the Press Conference finished.

UN Military Command Bunker, Area B7R

MacMillan sat alone in the conference room, watching the news. So far, nothing much had been revealed to the Ustian Population. Tom was good at his job.

There was a knock at the door. A blonde woman stuck her head through the door.

"Call for you sir, line 1"

"Thank you" He picked up the phone "Hello"

"President, this is Kamarov. My team is ready to go"

"Very well. Begin your operation"

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Pelagiuos, Ustio North

"Understood" Kamarov put down the phone and turned to the men who were assembeled in the hangar

"We're on" he said "Callsign: Merlin 5-2. SAR teams from the Waldreich reported that they found parts of the F-18s and three of the four pilots. Reports say that they had ejected during the crash and were shot. Bullets from the attackers are as yet unidentified. SAR teams also say there was no sign of the final navigator, Dan Passenger, only that his parachute had been removed and left at the area of the crash. We're going to find him."

He turned to the doors "Our transport is a UH-60 helicopter, callsign Hammer 2-5" he indicated a Blackhawk outside "If we're on foot our pickup is a Seaknight, callsign Charlie 3" He paused. "Get your gear, we're wheels up in five"

OOC: yay, a fighter rp. i hope you'll put the lessons to good use :P also, i hope i'm keeping w/ the story.

IC:

Presidential Residence, Meridian City, CFUS

"Comrade-Premier, it seems certain now that the SAMs were stolen from the Ground Defense Army depot at Ft. St. Helen," explained General Padorin of the Joint Chiefs.

"I have already ordered a full inspection," Admiral *Polenin, Chairman of the JCS added.

"Then let us relay this message to Ustio North," Premier Galindo answered. "Perhaps we can assist in recovery efforts. Send that along with my promise that we will help hunt down those responsible. What ships are close by?"

"The carrier Agamemnon's Wrath and her task force; two cruisers, three destroyers, an attack submarine and their support vessels," the Admiral answered.

"Order them to change course for Ustio North," the Premier stated. "But they are not to enter territorial waters without permission. Is that understood?"

"Perfectly, Comrade-Premier."

With a salute, the commanders left the Premier's office. The only one left besides him was his NSA, Samantha Lexi. She had served as his wingman for almost their entire career-despite Galindo being a naval pilot and Samantha being a Marine. She had been quiet the entire meeting, but he knew it was after years of knowing exactly what the other thought.

"C'mon," he goaded. "You're going to tell me anyway."

"St. Helen is a hghly-fortified facility," she reminded him. "It's hard to believe a known terrorist organiation could have infiltrated it."

"Polenin is investigating...and he is a trustworthy man," the Premier answered, pouring himself some tea before sitting down. "Tea?"

"No, thanks," Samantha answered. "I'm not worried about Polenin-I served with him too. But I'm not oo sure about the people serving under him."

"You're usually right," he admitted with a sigh, leaning back into his chair. "Find someone you can rely on and begin your own investigation. But keep the investigation Compartamentalized: High Priority."


*not related to Colonel Polenin.

((OOC: Yeah, though these guys seem to be a bit green :(
Yeah you're keeping up fine))

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Over Aran Coastline Area, Ustio North

The Blackhawk flew over the jungle area of Ustio, approaching the coastline. Kamarov stared out over the golden beaches.

"To any recieving frequencies, this is Hammer 2-5. We're here for extraction, over" said the pilot. He waited for a response, but got nothing. He spoke to Kamarov: "Merlin 5-2, we're going to run low on fuel soon, there's been no response from Lt. Passenger. What are your orders?"

Kamarov thought for a moment "Head over the Spike Islands"

"We haven't the fuel for to scout those islands"

"You can drop us on the closest one, the islands are partially joined by land bridges, we'll go on foot and await pickup from Charlie 3" Replied Kamarov

"Righto Colonel, Charlie 3 this is Hammer 2-5. Merlin 5-2 is dropping onto Spike Islands in order to search for Lt. Passenger. Hammer is at bingo fuel, await contact from Merlin for pickup"

"Understood Hammer, Charlie 3 out"

"Alright Colonel, get ready. 1 minute to drop"

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The blackhawk came into hover over the coastline. Ropes fell out of the side down to the ground, using which men began to rappel down to the beach. Kamarov dropped last: "Okay Hammer we're on the deck"

"Roger that Merlin, Charlie 3 is on station, good luck"

The blackhawk turned away from the island.

"Alright, be wary lads. These islands aren't controlled by the UN Government, even though they're in Ustian waters. They've been used by smugglers before" said Kamarov, checking the ammo in his SOPMOD M4 "Dara, stay near the back. Your M21 isn't a frontline weapon" he ordered a ghille-suited trooper "Ok, lets move"

They began their advance into the jungle island

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Official Telegram From The Armed Republic Of Ustio North

To The Free United States

We welcome the support of other nations in this matter. It is too serious to keep to ourselves

Your armed forces have my express permission to enter our territorial waters and assist the investigations

Colonel Kamarov and his men (Callsign: Merlin 5-2) have just dropped into the Spike Islands, a group of supposedly uninhabited islands. However, they are close to the crash site and have been used by smugglers in the past. We are monitoring these islands closely and i suggest your armed forces be cautious around this area

You have our thanks, once again

Signed

President-General Gareth MacMillan

"Peace Through Strength, Strength Through War"

FSS Agamemnon's Wrath, CVNX-41

As the lead ship of the newest Thor-class super-carriers, the Agamemnon was immense. The 1400 ft. ship cut through the waters towards the Spike Islands at over 40 knots.Flanking her were her escorts, the heavy cruiser Leonidas' Betrayal, the light missile cruiser Gate of Bifrost, along with the destroyers; Briseis' Fury, Wrath of Sparta, and Cassandra's Sorrow. And somewhere, stalking underneath the waves, the attack submarine Provost Bay stood ready.

"Inform Ustian forces that we'll begin flight ops around the islands and provide air support for their personnel," Captain Mikhail Ivanov ordered from the CIC.

On the flight deck, a pair of Rafale-M multirole fighters were prepared for launch on the forward catapults. On one of the rear catapults, an E-2C Hawkeye was readied. The forward catapults fired first, sending the fighter's up in seconds. Their launch was followed quickly by the Hawkeye. Already, another pair of fighters was being lifted onto the deck for launch.

Once in the air, the six fighters broke into three flights of two and began their orbits of the surrounding islands. These fighters were members of the carrier's VFA-31, the Devil's Desciples. As they patrolled their areas, the Hawkeye began its surveillance.

"This is AWACS, callsign; Seahawk to all allied forces. We will provide support for all operations. All fighters, acknowledge."

"Devil One, roger."

"Devil Three, roger."

"Devil Five, copy that."

Spike Islands, Ustian Waters

Kamarov and his men moved slowly through the foiliage, treading carefully. Kamarov held up his hand, and they all stopped.

"It's getting dark. Better use NOD" he said the group

There was some scuffling as they equipped their NVGs and laser sights

"Alright, move up to that ridge" he ordered, indicating a rocky overhang up ahead

As they aproached the edge, they were greeted by the last thing they expected to see.
"What the hell?" excaimed Kamarov quietly. Below them, in a deforested area, were about 100 armed troops, with armoured cars, a helicopter and an AA missile site. And further back, the entrance to what appeared to be a hardened bunker.

"Dara, shift to the right, into that tree, and prepare to provide sniper cover. Jim, Ted stay with him. Rico, Bill and the rest of you are with me" ordered Kamarov, still scanning the clearing for a way past the troops and into the bunker.

"I'd wager Lt. Passenger is in that bunker, Colonel" piped up Sgt. Bill Templar

"Dara, Can you see a way around them?" asked the Colonel

"No chance sir, the whole area is a no-go right now. They've got it sealed up tight" replied the sniper

"Baseplate this is Merlin 5-2. We're on the main Island and we've discovered the site of what must be a terrorist base." reported Kamarov "There are over 100 well-armed troops with a helicopter, armoured vehicles and an AA missile site. This must be why the F-18s were shot down. There's also a bunker entrance, where we believe Lt. Passenger might be being held"

"Uhh...roger that Merlin. Is there any way to get into that bunker?"

"Negative Baseplate. As far as the bunker door is concerned, it's completely locked down. Requesting gunship support"

"Negative that request Merlin. We cannot risk another crew if there's an operational SAM site there"

Sgt. Templar spoke again "Sir, we could take out the SAM site. It's not as well guarded as the entrance"

Kamarov considered this option. "Baseplate, if we take out the SAM site, could we then get the support?"

"Uhh, yes, if you take out the SAM site"

"Ok, wait for our signal, and have that Gunship ready to be over the island as soon as we give the word. Merlin 5-2 out" finished Kamarov, as he turned to the rest of the team "Okay, Templar, Rico, Johnny and Gaz, you're with me. Jim, Ted stay up here with Dara untill I give the word"

"Sir, i've got an entrance. It's on the roof of the bunker. Must be a service duct or something" Dara informed them

"Alright, that's our backup plan. If the doors are a bad plan, we use the service duct" siad Kamarov "Let's move"

They moved quickly down the ridge of the cliff towards the SAM

"Dara, we've got a gurad nearby" radioed Kamarov

"I got him sir" The M21 made a slight noise, which was followed quickly by a thud as the guard fell to the floor

"Nice one Dara" Kamarov replied "Okay, lets get some C4 on this thing, then fall back up to the ridge"

"Setting charges now" whispered Gaz "Okay, charges set"

"Right, fall back" muttered Kamarov.

The team quickly retreated up to the cliff face.

"Baseplate, this is Merlin 5-2, sit-rep on that gunship?"

"Merlin 5-2, Havoc pilot Lt. Childress is ready to assist you. Callsign: Deadly"

"Understood Baseplate, Merlin out" Kamarov switched his radio frequency "Deadly this is Merlin 5-2, come in Deadly"

"Merlin, this is Deadly. I'm just taking off from the Waldreich. ETA, five minutes"

"Understood Deadly, Merlin out"

The fighters of the Devil's Disciples had been informed of the new development, and gave the island a wide berth until the SAM site was taken out. Taking advantage of this, the Agamemnon had dispatched an S-3B Viking to refuel the fighters as they waited. In a further development, an Ustian gunship was going to be dispatched to provide air cover, but the Commonwealth's offer of assistance meant that Ustio could call on them at any moment.

Lt. Cdr. David Corrs, squadron commander of the Devils, had just topped off his fighter and was sliding into formation with his wingman when Seahawk radioed that the gunship was enroute to the island.

(OOC: my second RP actually so don't patronize my for fouling it up.)



Telegram from Auslieferung Intel

To The Armed Republic of Ustio North STOP

In recent months the Dominion of Auslieferung have lost a total of three airships in Ustian territory STOP

We are prepared to forget this incident in recent news of terrorist actions in Ustian waters STOP

However, all Auslien property must be returned to us in order to prevent an international incident STOP

Unless all Auslien technology is returned, these incidents will be taken as an act of war STOP

Signed Admiral Perry Dherst

(OOC: my second RP actually so don't patronize my for fouling it up.)



Telegram from Auslieferung Intel

To The Armed Republic of Ustio North STOP

In recent months the Dominion of Auslieferung have lost a total of three airships in Ustian territory STOP

We are prepared to forget this incident in recent news of terrorist actions in Ustian waters STOP

However, all Auslien property must be returned to us in order to prevent an international incident STOP

Unless all Auslien technology is returned, these incidents will be taken as an act of war STOP

Signed Admiral Perry Dherst

(OOC: Bearing in mind that this is one of your first few RP's, your airships shouldn't actually be in my territory, otherwise I can consider it an act of war)

OOC: ^ only if the airships were military, unless you restrict civilian traffic from there. Considering that there is no proof these airships were shot down, it is rather silly to make accusations of an act of war - just my 2c. Also, has someone been playing Call of Duty 4? :p Anyway, forgive my rambling. I'd like to join but not sure quite where this is heading.

RHS Sunfish (CLS-38)
Off the Spike Islands, in international waters
The Sunfish was one of the Hamilayan Navy's new Questarian-built Questralia-class patrol cruisers, and was ordered specifically for tasks like this; ostenibly sitting around and doing nothing, but keeping an eye on potential maritime incidents and trouble spots around the globe. The disappearance of Ustian fighter aircraft, a nation involved in no military conflicts, was certainly shaping up to be one of these incidents, and Sunfish was in the area anyway.

At the behest of Naval High Command, the vessel had been dispatched to sit near the border of international waters to see what was going on. The arrival of a Free United States supercarrier and escort vessels after a short time made everyone take notice. This elevated the matter from the boring task of watching the Ustians patrol the waters searching for crashed planes, which was what the crew of the Sunfish had all assumed the mission would be after the briefing, to something much more interesting. Evidently important things were happening.

The cruiser continued to stand still, making no attempt to conceal itself - it was in international waters, after all. For now, its crew would continue to watch and wait.

OOC: Accept or Reject tis up to you?

Vetakan Defence Force Naval Ship (VDFNS) Charles Lind, International Waters, Bordering Ustian Territorial Waters:

Admiral Micheal Goodspeed sat looking over his Letter of Promotion he had received 3 days ago from the Supreme Operational Commander of the Vetakan Defence Force himself and he was so proud, besides marrying his wife it was his proudest moment. Given a new command and a new ship a Nexus Class Hyper Carrier (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=13098957&postcount=69) to be precise one that would act as the Flanders Deployments Flagship, he had also been given a new posting he was to head up the VDF's Permanent Deployment to Vetakan Defence Force Military Base (VDFMB) Flanders which held a pernament garrison of 20,000 Personnel and some 35 Naval Ships replacing the now retired Admiral Tim Downing, Micheal was eager to get to Flanders and start his dream job however their was always something on the horizon that barred a man from fulfilling desire and today was no different. As the Admiral reached for his cup of water when his Operations Commander piped up:

"Sir, I have some news from our Fleet Combat Air Patrols"

"Go on" replied Goodspeed before sipping the water

"Our Perimeter Air Patrol flying 9 Miles East of us has come across a Cargo Ship at Full Speed on a course that will take them into Ustian Waters to a small island chain. We ordered to divert and complied however OBSAT Observation Spy Sats noticed unusual activity on the Ships Deck. Its crew appeared to run around like headless chickens and hide things. We showed the Intelligence Boys and they reckon something doesn't smell right." spoke the XO in a Experienced Tone as he handed the Admiral a File.

Taking the File Admiral Goodspeed opened it and flicked through:

"Hmmm the the Foreign Affairs Department notes the Ustian suffer minor Terrorist Activities. VSIS Current Affairs notes the Ustians reported two missing fighter jet in this area. And now a ship that seems a wee bit paranoid..............." spoke the Admiral to himself.

He read a few more pages and studied a few more pictures before saying:

"Bring the Fleet to Amber Alert, Inform Naval Command and Flanders we will be late as we intend to such a paranoid Cargo Ship. Prepare a Marine Boarding Force and Prepare to Board that Vessel ill be on the bridge in 5 minutes" in an Authoritative Tone.

"Aye Aye Admiral" replied the XO

As the XO left the Captains Ready-room the Captain gathered himself as he did so the Lights in his Office that had been off now became a constant Amber signalling the Ship and the Fleet was at Amber Standown. Admiral Goodspeed smiled and rose from his chair and entered the hustle and bustle of the Ships Operations Room. The Fleet now held course but slowed down at the same time a group of 4 FA-15D Cardinals rose from the VDFNS Charles Linds deck armed with the Fenix Anti Shipping Missile they would fly constant over the Cargo Ship at the same time 2 Chinook Helicopters and 2 Naval Goshawk Attack Helicopters also rose up from a second carrier and approached the Cargo Ship all the while OBSAT Spy Satellites monitored the Cargo Ship and relayed the pictures to all Assets involved in the Operation. It was a well practiced plan that the Vetakan Navy regularly undertook. Whilst Vetaka was not a interfering nation it was committed to Safety and Security at Sea as a result a Admiral Goodspeed aboard the VDFNS Charles Lind relayed a standard message over all frequencies and channels to Cargo Ship:

"Attention Unidentified Cargo Ship at (XXX,XXX,XXX,XXX) this is Admiral Goodspeed of Vetakan Defence Force Naval Ship Charles Lind. Under Chapter D of the Vetakan Naval Convention we have reason to believe you are or have intent to supply Weapons to known Terrorist Groups or Nations in this reason illegally. As such we intend to search your ship, Please comply and you will not be harmed and provided their is nothing wrong you will be compensated please respond?"

The Cargo Ship if it failed to get the message would know something was wrong as the FA-15's would be constantly circling above them and 4 Helicopters two of them with 30 Marines a piece approached them. Thankfully the Cargo ship signalled its co-operation and the Marines boarded via Fast rope without any hitch as the hit the deck they proceeded to search the vessel from top to bottom armed with P90's they covered each other and searched it didn't take long until they found something the ship was stashed with Weapons as a result the crew was questioned and the Intelligence Officers got multiple stories of where the ship was heading. As a result detailed searches of the Bridge found maps and charts leading to an Island within Ustio North.

With the Vetakan Fleet at a halt, the Cargo Ship and its crew detained Admiral Goodspeed updated VDF High Command and informed the Ustians.

Urgent Secured Communication to Ustio North Military Command:

From: Admiral Micheal Goodspeed, Vetakan Defence Force Naval Command

THIS IS AN URGENT MESSAGE FOR THE USTIAN NORTH MILITARY COMMAND STOP VDF NAVAL ASSETS EN ROUTE TO FLANDERS, HONAKO HAS INTERCEPTED AND SEARCHED A CARGO VESSEL IN INTERNATIONAL WATERS STOP CARGO CONTAINS WEAPONARY STOP INTERROGATION OF CREW AND SEARCH OF CARGO SHIPS BRIDGE SUGGESTS FOUL PLAY STOP WE BELIVE WEAPONS ARE BOUND FOR USTIAN NORTH WATERS STOP UNDER VETAKAN MARITIME LAW YOU HAVE THE CHANCE TO TAKE OVER THE INVESTIGATION AND THE PRISONERS IF YOU DO NOT VDF WILL DETAIN THE PRISONERS SCUTTLE THE SHIP AND MOVE ON PLEASE ADVISE FULL STOP

CIC, FSS Agamemnon's Wrath, CVNX-41

"Comrade-Captain," the TAO called out to Ivanov. "Communications has intercepted a transmission to Ustio about a possible threat."

"Let me see," the Captain requested as he took the transcript from the TAOs hand. He mumbled incoherently-a quirk of his whenever he read reports-before turning to the CAG. "Looks like we're the closest to intercept. Send up a wing for air support and I'll order an intercept."

"Sounds good to me," the CAG, Captain Martin Estevez answered.

FSS Gate of Bifrost, LCM-05

One of the few remaining non-nuclear cruisers of the Maritime Forces, the Gate of Bifrost pulled away from its escort position along with the destroyer Cassandra's Sorrow. Moving between the task force and the approaching ship, the cruiser trained its auxillary 5 inch guns on the foreign ship. From above, a new pair of Rafale-Ms screeched across the sky.

"Unknown vessel. You are approaching Ustio territorial waters and the Commonwealth carrier Agamemnon's Wrath. Heave to and prepare to be boarded."

From the carrier, a pair of SH-60B Seahawks took off towards the ship, loaded with two squads of Marines.

ooc: since you mentioned them, i think u should RP them, vetaka

OOC: ^ only if the airships were military, unless you restrict civilian traffic from there. Considering that there is no proof these airships were shot down, it is rather silly to make accusations of an act of war - just my 2c.

OOC:True, but since he didn't state what they were i assumed they we're military, since he wants the tech back

Also, has someone been playing Call of Duty 4? :p .

OOC: How can you tell? :p

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IC:"Merlin, this is Deadly, i'm approaching the target area now"

"Understood Deadly, keep your eye out for those strobes" Replied Kamarov "Gaz, blow it"

"Ka-boom" whispered Gaz as he clicked the detonator. The SAM site was engulfed in flame as the explosives detonated. Sirens rang out around the base as the terrorists began running around in blind panic. The sound of rotors overhead signalled Lt. Chilldress' arrival.

"Ok, lets hustle" called Kamarov "go, go ,go!" The group broke out from their covered position and headed for the bunker door. Amid the chaos of the gunship and the explosion they went unnoticed by the panicing troops.

"Ok Merlin, i see you now" radioed Chilldress

The team kept running and dived through the open bunker door and onto the concrete floor

"Deadly,Merlin is safe. Go loud" replied Kamarov, as he stood up.

"Understood Merlin, Good Luck" came the reply, which was followed by the rattle of the Havocs main gun and several explosions, ripping into the panicked terrorists.

"Woah, thats bloody outrageous mate!" exclaimed Sgt. Templar (OOC:Thank you COD4 :p)

"This is Deadly, guns are dry. Returning to the Waldreich to re-arm. Merlin, you're on your own for now"

"Thank you Deadly, Merlin out" Kamarov turned to the group. "Ok, lets go. Stay alert"

They began to advance into the Bunker.

Further in, Templar spoke up "Colonel, these walls, they're covered in markings"

"It's arabic. It says: The Door To The New World Has Been Opened, Let My Soul Be The Wind That Enters It" Translated Kamarov

The tunnel came to an end and the bunker opened up into a wide clearing, linked to another 15 seperate tunnels.

"Shit sir, we could be here all day searching for the Lieutenant" Said Sgt Templar

"It's a good job we've got some help then" replied Kamarov. He pulled a small device from a pocket on his backpack. "This is linked to a satelite. It'll find where we are and show all heat signals in a vicinty of 10 miles" He flicked a switch on the side "Here we go" a series of images flashed up on the screen, ending with a schematic of the bunker "There" Kamarov pointed to a collection of heat signals along a right hand tunnel.

"Or there" said Templar, pointing to another collection down a tunnel ahead of them.

"Damn" said kamarov "Ok, we'll split up. Teams as they were earlier. Let's move"
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(OOC: Vetaka, that's fine. You can keep the prisoners BTW. I'll IC a message tommorow. Me tired)

(OOC: yes , yes i know... I'm a terrible writer. I'll ret-con something to make that telegram make sense eventually, but thats not important now. Now i can actually move the story along instead of simply introducing a completely superfluous complication. If it's the worst thing you've ever read feel free to botch the idea.)



Corporal Wayne Kelzar stood facing the window of his office. The sun was just rising above the mountains, but the good Corporal was not in a particularly fine mood this morning. The fact that he could see his commanding officer coming up the walk, simply added to his distress. There came a knock at the door.

"Corporal. At ease. I trust your know why we are here." Spoke General Duncan Idaho. (DUNE)

Idaho was not the most pleasant of men, but he was a good soldier. He stood in the doorway shadowed by two lieutenants of the fourth imperial infantry. His beard seemed unwashed as usual.

"Yes sir. Has the council decided on a prudent course of action?" Answered Kelzar, still glancing out the window.

"Actually, that's why we're here. As your well aware, the Auslieferung military has nothing to do with this. As far a we're concerned this meeting never took place. There was an ominous tone to the old Generals voice.

"get to the point...sir." Wayne turned to look directly at Idaho. he knew this might happen.

One of the young lieutenants, obviously agitated by the corporals rudeness, stepped to address him.

"We are saying that your brilliant idea has failed! Down the gutter! The Ustian's have t........" Duncan Idaho raised his hand to silence the head strong soldier. there was a moment of tension before he began to speak.

"We have got more than one problem, Corporal. We don't only have to worry about the Vetakans sticking their nose were it doesn't belong but the Usians have uncovered the base." Wayne was shocked to hear this. He knew that the supply freighter sent to the island had been intercepted, but the idea that the base he had provided was now being captured, was devastating.

"Have the natives said anything?" said Wayne finally said after a long pause.

"No. Other than simply describing us they have no way of divulging our identity." General Idaho glanced at the wall clock.

"What we came to say is, your on your own from now on. You may keep the ships and personnel we supplied you, but we will not resupply you, if you are taken into custody...."

Idaho and his guards left the room, leaving Kelzar alone with his thoughts. He would have to finish this on his own.

FSS Agamemnon's Wrath CVNX-41

The freighter had been secured with little-if any-resistance, and was now anchored far from either the island or the task force, manned by a skeleton crew from the Cassandra's Sorrow. Meanwhile, the crew had been taken into custody and detained in the Agamemnon's brig, where the Intelligence Officer, Lt. Commander Moira Flynn, had been debriefing them. It seemed like it would take a while, but Captains Ivanov and Estevez pledged to wait for whatever intel the Commander could uncover.

Vetakan Defence Force Naval Ship (VDFNS) Charles Lind, International Waters, Bordering Ustian Territorial Waters:

“Anti Shipping Missile! Missile!” roared the Radar Operator

Admiral Micheal Goodspeed ran to the Radar Station and checked the HD Plasma Screen, The Operator began to speak loudly so all could hear:

“Alpha 1, Echo 9. Trajectories Calculated 12 Shore launched Anti Shipping Missiles launched due south by 75 Miles. Targeted against Carriers.”

“Red Alert! Battlestations” thundered the Admiral

With that Klaxons on the massive VDFNS Charles Lind and across the fleet began to sound at the same time the Amber Lights became a flashing blood red. Officers, Sailors and Marines ran around manning guns and securing decks. Back on the Deck the Radar Operator Spoke:

“First Wave ETA 1 Minute, Second Wave Detected! Trajectories Confirmed shore launched Scud Missiles targeted against us and the fleet”

“Ready the Anti Air Weapons, Get a Fighter Squadron in the Air. Who the fuck is firing at us?” splurged the Admiral

“Unknown but its coming from an Island in Ustian Waters. VDF Operational Command authorises Defensive Penetration of Ustian Airspace. OBSAT Space Command reports we are getting OBSAT Observation Sats inbound, as well as Thor Platform Thor Echo 9” spoke the XO

“Roger! When they are in range Return Fire” spoke the Admiral

Their was a few muffled “Aye Aye” from across the bridge a few seconds later the very distant sound of Anti Air Weapons could be heard bursting into life. It was then that the XO spoke:

“Sir 6 Ships are approaching the Fleet, Very Fast, Looks like 5 RIB’s and one large Fast Attack Combat Ship”

“Colours?” enquired the Admiral

“Sir, one of our destroyers took a hit but its caused minimal damage. The Cargo Vessel suffered some shockwave damage, All Missiles destroyed. Sky is Clear” reported the Radar Operative

“No Colours. Orders?” asked the XO

“Scramble Fighters and Prepare to engage the Ships” replied the Admiral

Admiral Goodspeed lived for these moments he went to the Communications Station and sent an Urgent message to the Ustians if these ships where Ustian then it would amount to a declaration of war:

URGENT MILITARY COMMUNICATION FOR USTIAN MILITARY COMMAND:

TO: USTIAN MILITARY COMMAND
FROM: ADMIRAL MICHEAL GOODSPEED, VETAKAN DEFENCE FORCE NAVAL COMMAND

THIS IS AN URGENT MESSAGE FOR USTIAN MILITARY COMMAND STOP VETAKAN NAVAL FLEET HAS SUSTAINED ANTI SHIPPING MISSILES ATTACK AND A SMALL NAVAL FLEET FLYING NO FLEET APPROACHES STOP PLEASE ADVISE FULL STOP

RHS Sunfish (CLS-38)

The officer monitoring the bridge radar screen idly traced the space between the buttons with his finger.

"... oh, yes, I saw it. God, the keeper... what's his name? Yeah, Moore. Now that was dismal."

"Well, they still won in the end."

"True enough. It was lucky that the-"

He was interrupted by a frantic beeping from the console in front of him, flailing his arms and almost falling of his chair.

"Shit! What? What? Vampire, vampire, incoming missiles!"

"Missiles? Where?" said the captain in disbelief, after running over to look at the radar screen.

"At these positions, sir, inbound on Vetakan fleet! Wait, wait... look, it looks like there are some boats here. Little ones, and heading to them fast. I don't like this, sir."

The captain looked closer at the screen and nodded to himself.

"No, I don't either. Nice work, keep me updated. Lieutenant! Get our helos in the air!"

He then strode over to a communications station.

"Bridge to crew, we have anti-shipping missile launches detected on friendlies. All hands to battle stations. I repeat, all hands to battle stations. This is not a drill."

URGENT
FROM: RHS Sunfish (CLS-38)
TO: VETAKAN NAVAL TASK FORCE
WE HAVE DETECTED AN ATTACK ON YOUR FORCE AND INBOUND VESSELS STOP DO YOU REQUIRE ASSISTANCE STOP

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Official Telegram From The Armed Republic Ustio North

To ADMIRAL MICHEAL GOODSPEED, VETAKAN DEFENCE FORCE NAVAL COMMAND

Admiral, we can assure you the missile attack was not from our forces.

Terrorist activites in the vicinity of Spike Islands may be the cause of this attack.

You have our permission to enter our waters and assist. Be careful around the islands though, we have special forces on the island rcovering a downed pilot.

Signed

President-General Gareth MacMillan

"Peace Through Strength, Stength Through War"

Vetakan Defence Force Naval Ship (VDFNS) Charles Lind, International Waters, Bordering Ustian Territorial Waters:

“Sir Incoming Communication from the Ustians and the RHS Sunfish” spoke the Communications Officer handing a Clipboard with the messages attached to the XO.

“The Ustians say these fuckers ain’t theirs and they authorise us to enter their water and stop what they refer to as terrorists. The Hamilayans offer us their assisstance, Orders Sir? Asked the XO looking up from the clipboard

The Admiral cracked a “Lets Do This” sort smile and burst into life:

“Inform VDF High Command we are taking these sons of bitches down. Ask the Sunfish to engage the smaller ships. Divert our fighters to engage the enemy fleet. Have our ships engage them immediately after the fighters have done their dirty work” orderd the Admiral.

“Aye Admiral” replied the XO as the Bridge burst into life relaying orders.

Out on the battlefield the fleet burst into action as the RHS Sunfish’s guns and missiles fired fighters armed with the Vetakan designed Fenix Anti Shipping Missile roared towards the small enemy fleet receiving the command to fire they locked up the enemy and fired in total 12 Fenix Missiles fired in rapid succession, they dropped away motionless at first from the planes their rocket boosters burst into destructive life and roared towards their targets at immense speed as they detonated upon their targets the Vetakan Fleets various ships including the Ajax Class Battleship VDFNS Hamilay that had been named in honour of Vetaka’s Hamilay Allies burst into life launching more Anti Shipping Missiles and firing their Naval Artillery.

As the Vetakan-Hamilay onslaught subsided and the various explosions died away it was clear the enemy ships had either sunk, where sinking or with fleeing. Back on the Bridge of the Charles Lind just as the order to begin SAR Operations the Radarman shouted:

“Sir Incoming Single Missile, Same Firing Location as Before. Trajectory Confirmed….. Strange its to detonate at the centre of the fleet. 600 Meters off our Portbow”

The Admiral looked at down at the plasma screen he gazed at it before his instincts suddenly screamed at him, he yelped:

“Nerve Gas”

He reached over the Radarman lifted up a button protector and hit a button which had “Hazadous” written across it as he did so a peicing scream of an alarm sounded he then snatched up a microphone, switched to the fleet channel and screamed:

“Chemical Weapon Alert!! This is not a drill!! I repeat this is not a Drill”

As he did this the bridge staff just like the crew and officers across the fleet began retrieving Gas Masks like those employed in the gulf war fitting them quickly and before they did anything else. Everything went dark and a lot quieter once they where fitted the crew on top deck began to retrieve quick fit white bio suits stepping into them they proceeded to help each other before into them. This done they began sealing hatches and doors that led into the ships below the whole process took less than 90 seconds and was credit to the Vetakan Defence Force Training Academy that forced every man and women of the VDF to undergo the tough training of Counter-Biological Warfare just as they returned to stations they watched as the lone Scud missile was fired on by every Anti Air Weapon the fleet had it wasn’t long before it was caught by CIWS Fire it exploded and the fleet fell into an eerie silence as the various ships Environmental Analysis Units began working to scan the air for any hostile elements. 30 seconds of eternal silence fell across the fleet before the XO spoke into his headset within the Gas Mask:

“Code Racoon! Code Racoon! VX Nerve Agent Detected! 600 Meters off the Port Bow its to the wind heading out to the ocean. Vector 020! Engage Code Racoon Protocal. Helm engage Flagship Fleet Command Protocal take us against the Wind. Full Speed.”

“Aye” came a muffled voice over the headset

The Admiral whom hated these masks whispered:

“Did the Hamilayans get under in time? Casualty Reports?”

“We just sent a Code Red Message to the Sunfish. All Ships report successful Code Racoon Enablement. No Casulities” came the XO’s reply.

“Inform VDF High Command of Code Racoon. Officer of the Helm take us within 25 miles of Spike Islands. I want Radar on a damn swivel prepare for retaliation. Comms Emergancy Message on all channels of that VX Cloud” ordered the Admiral

“Aye Sir” came a reply

As the Vetakan Fleet sped to full speed into the wind the top deck crew retrived Ocean Powered jet washers and proceeded to hose down the ships to be sure the toxic VX was trully removed.

To Be Continued

RHS Sunfish (CLS-38)

"All targets successfully engaged. No aggressive hostiles in sight."

"Yup, I confirm that. Nice work, everyone." There were subdued cheers and congratulations amongst the bridge crew.

"Wait a minute... we've got another missile launch."

"Damn it! They don't know when to give up. All personnel, remain on alert and keep those RAM launchers steady."

"I've got an incoming priority message from the Vetakans," muttered the communications officer. His eyes widened when he saw the content. "That's a chemical strike, we have an incoming chemical missile! Say again, incoming missile has a chemical payload!"

"Son of a bitch! Seal all openings, NBC gear, now! Helm, get us the hell out of here!"

As the vessel's crew below decks worked frantically to seal all hatches, the bridge crew made a dash for the rows of gas masks hanging on the walls first, and then began pulling on the NBC suits themselves. The helmsman and radar officer remained at their posts, their colleagues bringing gas masks for them, as the ship began to accelerate away from the target area.

"We have detonation," muttered the radar officer, although no one was really paying attention in the chaos on the bridge. "Vetakans shot it down."

A few minutes later, everyone was as suited up as they could be and back at their posts. It was impossible to distinguish facial expressions behind the gas masks, but it was clear what the crew were thinking.

"Status report," said the captain, after a long silence.

"One sec... looks like we're okay." There was a collective sigh of relief. "We may have some contaminants in the hangar, though. Could be VX."

"Get the cleanup teams there first. I want every inch of this ship swept for gas. Scrub down anyone in the hangar area and take them to medical to have them checked out. Hanlon, compile a message to HighCom. If these bastards want to play with chemical weapons, we'll show them a thing or two. This is now top priority."

As per normal procedure, the appearance of large battle groups in the area had prompted Naval High Command to send reinforcements to the region, if only to put on a good face. These, as Task Force 102, would be the first to respond to the Sunfish's distress call; one Battle-class escort carrier, two Type 38 GP destroyers, one Type 31 ASW destroyer and a Town-class air defence cruiser.

Spike Islands, Ustio North

Kamarov and his men advanced slowly down the tunnel. With the NVGs on it was easy to see where they were going. A door appeared up ahead. The team moved up to it and Kamarov carefully peeked into the porthole on the door.

"He's in here" Kamarov whispered. He clicked on his radio "Baseplate, we've found Lt. Passenger. Team 2, Fall back to the entrance and hold there untill we get there"

"Understood, Colonel" came the reply from both Team 2 and Command

"Alright gentlemen, let's take these assholes out. Flash and clear, go" Kamarov said savagely to the men assembeled near him

He opened the door, threw a grenade in and closed it again. A flash told him it had gone off, and he thrust the door open, unloading bullets into the first guard and smashing the second in the jaw with his M4 before shooting him once in the head to finish him off.

Sgt. Templar moved to Lt. Passenger, who was on the floor. He picked him up and looked at him carefully. "It's definetly him Colonel"

Passenger looked around and was greeted by Kamarov's battle-scarred face.

"Let's get you out of here" he growled, thrusting an G3 into his hands.

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The door of the conferance room opened. Brigadier-General Jackson and Air Marshall Welsh stepped inside, joining President-General MacMillan.

"What's the status so far gentlemen?" asked MacMillan

"Colonel Kamarov and his men just located Lt. Passenger and are currently in the process of exfilling from the islands" said Jackson "However, the situation seems to have worsened. Satelite obsrevation indicates that more troops have found their way out of the bunker and are going to pose a serious threat to Kamarov and his men during their escape"

MacMillan turned to the Air Marshall "Welsh?" he asked

"Their pickup helicopter will be running low on fuel by now. We need to think of another way to get them off the island" he replied

"Do you think the Valkyries would lend them a hand, cover them to a safe landing spot for some PBRs to get them out?" asked MacMillan

"It's a good plan, sir" replied Welsh

"I'm sure the 8th will be happy to provide them with assistance" added Jackson

"Ok, contact the 8th and the Coast Guard. Also, contact Ghost squadron. Once our men are clear we'll hit the island with airstrikes" said MacMillan "Dissmissed" They saluted, and then left the room.

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OOC: For more info on the 8th and Coast Guard, see the Factbook link in my sig.