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Press Conference
Several men, presumably Northern Baltic reporters, attended the press conference. They carried documents for reporters of several leading Northern Baltic news agencies, but were in fact agents of the Northern Baltic given the simple task to take notes on what everyone said. They asked no questions and left disgusted with The American Privateer.

Volga, The Northern Baltic
The capitol city was filled with commotion as The Northern Baltic Congress went into session. Other minor legislation was pushed aside for the big topic that the entire country was talking about: war. Debate arose in the Congress and it seemed it was not possible to achieve the 3/4 vote needed for a declaration of war.

However, with cell phones and chatrooms, a different kind of meeting was going on. A rally was being planned. Within two hours, over 30 million people arrived in Volga. Waving homemade banners and Northern Baltic flags, the people demanded a immediate declaration of war. Police officers, firemen, and army personal joined them in their march as they headed down the Main Avenue to the capitol building.

The Security guards watched in awe as the 30 million person rally attempted to cram into the Congress. The Security guards were unable to do anything because Congress, by law is open to all those who want to attend. Waving banners and flags, a speaker, cheered by the voices of the gigantic crowds approval, took the speaker's platform. With a smile, he addressed the crowd. "Good afternoon, citizens. I am Mikkel Sigøynerblod." Applause and shouts of approval ran through the crowd. He was a well known literary figure, famous for his political commentary.
After briefly clearing his throat, Mikkel began.
"It has come to all of our attentions that yesterday, The Northern Baltic's neutrality was violated by the unjustified and unprovoked attacks by The American Privateer. There are three requirements of a nation. The first, population, I am definitely not disputing." He looked around the room at the packed building and smiled. "However", he took a deep breath and continued, "Our sovereignty and our defined borders are being called into question. If we allow this attack to go unpunished, if we allow the deaths of 500 of our men to go unanswered, if we allow other nations to exert their dominance over us... Then we truly are not a nation. By not responding to this attack, you, my leaders, are threatening our sovereignty."

"The so called leader of The American Privateer baths soothingly in the blood of innocents as 500 of our men, whose bodies were blown to pieces, won't even have the privilege to be buried in The National Honorary Cemetery. Her government ruled by her submissive slaves continue to endanger the lives of her citizens, for what? Simply to exert their make believe capitalist and Imperialist superiority of us moderate Socialists. But we do not stand alone! The people of Leafanistan stand with us! Other allies are sure to devote their support as well. If this government is unable to do what is necessary, then on my dead body, I'll find a new government that can! Remember the Akna!"

In a unanimous show of approval, all of the representatives voted yes for war with The American Privateer. The military began mobilization and the hundreds of anti-satellite missiles began targeting The American Privateer's space assets, save for the space elevators. Northern Baltic simulations showed the threat of toxic fuel 'raining down on Earth' was groundless as the satellite's fuel tanks would disintegrate in the atmosphere upon reentry.

Memorial Square, Glorious Republican Senate Meeting, Emergency Open Session
Only an hour after Northern Baltic retaliates

Senator Arthur Kent had declared this emergency session and now just 20 minutes into it, the rest of the Senate was in an uproar because he seemed to have no agenda. There was nothing happening, but Sen. Kent had a plan. The night before, consulting with associates in The Northern Baltic he ensured his friend William Randolph Kane would print a copy of The World Gazette that would hit into the heart of every single Ultraconservative and even those who weren't.

The Isolationalists had by now isolated themselves into a corner. They were fed up by the smug looking Sen. Kent as he just sat there, facing the open doors of the Senate chamber. One of them was about to speak up when they heard something. It was the sound of five million men and women marching on the Senate's halls. The Isolationalists, the ones closest to the windows looked outside in amazement.

The people marched on the Senate Floor and Sen. Kent got up. He knew his political career was about to go up fantastically.

"The floor acknowledges damn near the entire city of Concord."

Every person then held aloft a special edition of The World Gazette. On the front page, in huge block letters, "REMEMBER THE AKNA", below it, a picture of the stricken ship, and finally the lead article was a list of all the dead sailors along with a small picture.

The article on the right side was an editorial asking everyone to march on the Senate chambers. The article on the left was a sensationalist summary of the events.

"Remember the Akna!", someone in the crowd shouted.

"REMEMBER THE AKNA!"

The crowd shouted as one.

"REMEMBER THE AKNA!"
"REMEMBER THE AKNA!"
"REMEMBER THE AKNA!"
"REMEMBER THE AKNA!"
"REMEMBER THE AKNA!"

Senators started joining in, with Sen. Kent standing up in front holding his arms into the air and then he shouted, "REMEMBER THE AKNA!"

He sponsored the bill authorizing the emergency, unlimited funding of a police action in The American Privateer.

Now all that will have to happen is at least 2/3rds of the Triumvirate Council will have to approve the bill or 80% of the Senate must vote to override the veto.

Pro-NB, Leafanistan supporters in Leocardia's KiK City Dynastic Square cheered as Northern Baltic and Leafanistani flags were waved with pride. As the message had broadcast on the Heavenly Sight, a extremely big flat panel plasma television screen, an enormous cheer grew as well as fireworks, offered by the city, as the announcer of the Baltics officially declared war. Leocardian Nationalism is at its brink as Baltic and Leafanistani forces showed their military preparing to mobilize. "REMEMBER THE AKNA!" the crowd shouted as they all marched off to the nearby bartenders to drink heavily on the most cheerful days in Leocardian history. The Leocardian Relief Aid has delivered a contribution of 500,000 peace keepers to stabilize TAP after allied forces have gone past the battle zone.

OOC: What means "Remember the akna"?

IC: Burlovia had never officially declared war on TAP during the crisis in Greal, but now it was taken into consideration. Majority of Burlovians were against the war, because they had already lost thousands of men to TAP. But the Ministry of Information ran a short propaganda campaign, and it didn´t take long before Burlovians got blood thirsty and longed for vengeance. The situation in Greal seemed to calm down, so the government voted 553-447 on declaring war. Five minutes later Burlovia sent her official declaration of war to The American Privateer and mobilized one million men.

OOC Thread: http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=552485

IC: The government of the Northern Baltic and the people of The Northern Baltic were impressed by the speed that other nations supported her. Hundreds of rallies were held across the country to get the nation into the 'War spirit'. Newspapers with gigantic headlines saying "Remember the Akna" and Long Live the Akna" were produced and widely distributed.

Concerned at the losses the Burlovian forces had taken at the hands of The American Privateer, weapons, put in regular merchant ships were hidden and sent to Burlovia. They contained RPG-29's, FIM-92 Stingers, Ak-103s, Il-28s, and Mig-29OVTs, as well as plenty of ammunition. More weapons would be on the way soon, The Northern Baltic representative, disguised as a Capitan on one of the ships, would say once he arrived.

OOC: Bump. Where's TAP?

OOC: Sorry about that, busy weekend.

IC
New Tortuga, The Drake Building
"Oh bugger." Senator Michael Stevens let out a characteristically unusual phrase as he watched the news coverage of the upcoming war. The people of Leafanistan, Northern Baltic, and Leocardia were all outraged, and many more where joining the fight. "Remember the Akna" was spreading like wildfire.

Rushing to the floor of congress, he watched in horror, as the Joint Session voted unanimously, of those who voted anyway, first to censure the president for the unprovoked attack and then to declare war on the incoming nations.

New Tortuga, The Presidential Manor, West Wing, Central Office
From her place in the center of the West Wing, Rebeca St. James looked on her former President and current Secretary of the Navy.

Where as she looked tired and haggard, he looked alive. Unlike most members of the Flag Officers of The American Privateer, Jack Ray did not just enjoy war, he loved it.

However, for the first time in his life, he had to hide a look of slight fear. "Madam President, I am suggesting that we pull out the entire contents of the archives and send them riding up to the Station, and that you join them. NOVA may have been rash enough to target them, but Leafanistan and The Northern Baltic are not. If we fall, they will be the only remnants of who we are."

"Do you honestly see us falling, Jack?"

"We can't ignore the possibility Madam President. There are enough NOVA Corporation Diehards in TAP that they will make it hard to fight. They will target the invaders, but that is more because they will want to fight a "War of Fleas" against them in the hopes of pulling a Vietnam on them and taking over the nation, and running it the way they want to."

The Pillar, Space Command
Deep under the mountains of Quivira, the personnel of Space Command where in a frenzy. Two of the Key Holes that hovered over the GEO points had been taken out, leaving only the one above The American Privateer and the one on the opposite side o the world intact. The GPS system had been unscathed so far, as their IFF Transponders had been switched over to a shell corporation run by the government for just such a situation. THAAD and Brilliant Pebbles in conjunction with Ground Based HELLADS had been able to save a large number of satellites, as had the ability to make the satellites "Dance" through use of extra fuel. Three of the Hydrazine satellites however, had been hit with a glancing blow, and where being sent earthward more or less intact.

Those Satellites where angled in while control was still in the hands of Space Command, to fall in the open ocean, away from civilians.

The Pillar, The Vault
Deep in the core of the Computer Systems of The American Privateer's military mainframe, the hackers and coders of the vault went to work. They began to pummel the enemy computer systems.

Shadow master used his Coding Programs to build more and more hacking programs (Yes, there are programs that can be set to spam codes and programs). Enui used package sniffers to try and get passwords into the government and military computers. Dr. Strange used his analyzers to monitor the various security systems for exploitable weaknesses, and a newly named Avatar, AirBender, went searching for back doors.

Meanwhile, Serra and Artemis where leading the quest to safeguard TAP'ian computers. Throwing up massive numbers of firewalls, the people around them cursed as they had to go to their bosses and get the new Invasion Passwords to access their computers.

John Paul Jones Naval Base
The fleet was mobilized, they new that they only had to defend the one line of coast, as the cliffs of Quivira and the Mounains of Hades and Orleans made transportation through them impossible during the "Active Season"

If enemy forces got into the Tortuga Sea, all hell would break loose, and the military and civilians knew that.

West Coast of Orleans and York
The Army Corps of Engineers and a large number of Civilian Contractors rushed to throw up defenses all along the western coasts of the nation. With the Tortuga Sea heavily mined, no one was getting through it, especially not with the sheer number of USV's patrolling under the mines, leaving he coastal cities of Orleans, Terrence, Quail Valley, and Greystone as the largest targets.

As the wall went up along the entire line of The American Privateer, Rhino Lining was sprayed along it's entire length on both sides. Long since proven in helping to bomb proof masonry walls, it was hoped that it would do the same for large scale naval bombardments.

Meanwhile, the beaches where mined with the latests in smart mine technology and specialized EMP mines where set up. HELLADS and THAAD Anti-Missile Systems where set up inside the defensive complex, and Tomahawk Cruise missiles, Penguin Anti-Ship Cruise Missiles, in conjunction with 325mm Guns, set to fire off Sensor Fuzed Karaktoa Sub-Munitions, and 155mm Coilguns where set up in defensive positions over looking the beaches. Meanwhile, THAAD, HELLADS, PATRIOT, BONUS, RAPIER, and Chapparel Anti-Air Missiles where st up in conjunction with 88, 75, 90, and 120mm Anti-Aircraft Guns began to spring up like mushrooms across the country.

Artillery Ammunition began to arrive by the trainloads, including several hundred W-19's, W-33's, and W-48's. Artillery ammunition wasn't the only thing arriving by the trainloads. Soldiers and their ammunition, and the armored vehicles to support them, also began to arrive by the thousands.

Above The American Privateer
Aircraft roared into the sky, crisscrossing the air above The American Privateer. The full fury of the TAP'ian air force was in play here, as the bushplanes that serviced the outlying islands along TAP's coast flew inward with streams of refugees.

The Hell ranges
Along the Eastern of The American Privateer, Mt. Erebus was erupting. A massive volcano, it cast volcanic glass and ash deep into the ocean at a constant rate. Lava flows, almost watery in their textures, flowed down the side of the mountain, and into the sea.

As it was the beginning of "Active Season", the so called time when most of the east coast of The American Privateer was riddled with earthquakes and eruptions, many of the volcanoes began to rumble as pressure built under them. The Republic Geological Survey based around the area where worried. The readings where highly unusual, and the possibility of catastrophic detonation by Hades National Park (OOC: read up on Yellowstone for more info on that). It was almost as if the very land of The American Privateer was preparing to defend the citizens of the nation.

OOC: IM me for war plans.

Encrypted Message to Leocardia, Burlovia and The Northern Baltic High Commands

Under the authority provided in the Articles of the Union the Triumvirate Council has signed a bill allowing unlimited funding of a police action in The American Privateer. We have war plans previously prepared under Operation: Blue Spoon and Operation: Button. However, under the authority of Fleet Admiral Sandra O'Toole the Leafanistani Military is now engaging in Operation Just Cause.

War plans are being transmitted at this moment.

[END]

WEST SURFNAVCOM HQ, Transmetropolitan Administrative Area

15 Audacious-D class Hovercorvettes began to make way for The American Privateer. Oilers were being prepared in Saharistan to keep them fueled in the way there. However, they were given express orders never to come closer than within 100km of The American Privateer's coastline.

The Fleets across the country were being prepared for war, and throughout forts throughout the country the Leafanistani Marine Corps were preparing for combat actions. Morale was extremely high, fueled by a combination of Ultraconservative press and moral outrage.

Diplomatic Cable to The American Privateer

The 15 ships approaching your shores will not violate your sovereign waters, repeat, they will not violate your sovereign waters.

[END]

Diplomatic Cable to The American Privateer

The 15 ships approaching your shores will not violate your sovereign waters, repeat, they will not violate your sovereign waters.

[END]

As the ships came towards the Coastlines of The American Privateer, smoke was popped along the coasts to obscure the activities of the defenders. Coastal guns tracked the vessels as they moved, ready to open fire should hostilities breakout in the wake of the declaration of war.

As NOVA Corporation heard the news, their underground weapons manufacturing in The American Privateer kicked into overdrive. Producing simple weapons like the AK-47 Assault rifle and the ammunition for it, and simple bombs and grenades. In their clothing industries section, they churned out Green Gang (Pro-Military Gangs), Black Gang (Pro-Nova Gangs), Grey Gangs (Pro-Government Gangs), and Blue Gangs (Racial Based Gangs) uniforms. They began using trucks to run their cargoes to the gangs of the nation, calling a cease-fire between them to last until the foreign invaders who where coming where repulsed from the shores of The American Privateer.

NOVA sympathizers took to the streets of New Tortuga, Greystone, Orleans, Port San Lucas, and others, rallying the citizens to the defense of the nation. Some of them where taken down and lynched, mainly those in New Tortuga and Port San Lucas, for memories of the devastation the Nova Company War had brought in the form of bombings and shootings.

Learning from this, NOVA began to post their armed and uniformed guards in the rallies, and worked their magic. Citizens of The American Privateer began to turn to NOVA provocateurs, looking for guns, ammunition, and uniforms. The numbers in gangs swelled, as citizens of all walks of life joined the gangs for what they saw as the potential downfall of the government.

As the Black, Blue, and Grey Gangs built strong holds in the cities, Green Gangsmade their way to the coast, taking oaths of loyalty as TAP'ian Militia as they made their way there. They joined the lines, and prepared to fight in defense of their homeland.

As the ships came towards the Coastlines of The American Privateer, smoke was popped along the coasts to obscure the activities of the defenders. Coastal guns tracked the vessels as they moved, ready to open fire should hostilities breakout in the wake of the declaration of war.

The ships sailed along the line, popping smoke themselves and using their tremendous speed to confuse coastal guns along the coastline. A ship would enter a cloud of smoke, a larger one would form and seeming more ships would come out from the cloud. However, they dropped hydrophones along the line and special forces operators watched the coastline.

The information they gathered was being transmitted back to the various Coalition governments.

Back at the Higgs Coast Naval Base, a secret weapon was being prepared to go into battle. It wasn't unusual for Leafanistan to test weapons like this in a trial by fire.

The ships sailed along the line, popping smoke themselves and using their tremendous speed to confuse coastal guns along the coastline. A ship would enter a cloud of smoke, a larger one would form and seeming more ships would come out from the cloud. However, they dropped hydrophones along the line and special forces operators watched the coastline.

The information they gathered was being transmitted back to the various Coalition governments.

Back at the Higgs Coast Naval Base, a secret weapon was being prepared to go into battle. It wasn't unusual for Leafanistan to test weapons like this in a trial by fire.

As the signals moved, MENTOR Satellites tracked the data. As information about the coastal fortresses began to move across, the president picked up her phone.

"This is President St. James to General Marshal Sinclair. Order him to fire a shot across the bow of one of the corvettes following a declaration of intent should they refuse to cease communications of our shore defenses."

"Roger that ma'am."

hanging up, Sinclair moved over to a Radio transceiver, and hailed the Leafanistan ship in rough, southern accented Ur. "This is General Sinclair, in charge of the Coastal Defenses. A state of war currently exists between our two nations. Though we have not begun open hostilities, my President wishes you to know that further surveillance shall be considered a provocation of hostilities."

With that, a 325 fired a dummy shell across the bow of one of the ships, its targeting guided by a LACROSSE Ground Mapping Radar Satellite.

As the signals moved, MENTOR Satellites tracked the data. As information about the coastal fortresses began to move across, the president picked up her phone.

"This is President St. James to General Marshal Sinclair. Order him to fire a shot across the bow of one of the corvettes following a declaration of intent should they refuse to cease communications of our shore defenses."

"Roger that ma'am."

hanging up, Sinclair moved over to a Radio transceiver, and hailed the Leafanistan ship in rough, southern accented Ur. "This is General Sinclair, in charge of the Coastal Defenses. A state of war currently exists between our two nations. Though we have not begun open hostilities, my President wishes you to know that further surveillance shall be considered a provocation of hostilities."

With that, a 325 fired a dummy shell across the bow of one of the ships, its targeting guided by a LACROSSE Ground Mapping Radar Satellite.

The commander of the fleet watched the shell sail over his ship and splash into the water. He chuckled, "Lucky shot."

He cued up Mount Star and the Joint Chiefs on the same channel to let them listen in.

"This is the Commander of Task Force 12 of the 9th Fleet, and I am Rear Admiral Essex. We are within international waters, and are not violating the sovereignty of your nation, a state of war does not exist between our nations, no declaration of war exists between our nations. You cannot chase away ships who have full legal right to be there. Besides, aren't you surveilling us from your coastal positions?"

It was at this moment that 3 refitted Typhoons making up the 34th Special Submerged Division were ordered to divert their course on patrol to come to within 50 km of the 12th Task Force. They were armed with Kriegzimmer missiles and designed to retaliate.

A subsequent order was passed to the remainder of the 9th, 10th and 11th Fleets of WEST NAVCOM to prepare to move to port in Saharistan to refuel and take on the elements of the 12th Fleet. However no more orders were given.

However in Space the battle was to become more interesting. 5 Capsules were launched several military space stations and began moving toward satellites controlled by the American Privateer.

The commander of the fleet watched the shell sail over his ship and splash into the water. He chuckled, "Lucky shot."

He cued up Mount Star and the Joint Chiefs on the same channel to let them listen in.

"This is the Commander of Task Force 12 of the 9th Fleet, and I am Rear Admiral Essex. We are within international waters, and are not violating the sovereignty of your nation, a state of war does not exist between our nations, no declaration of war exists between our nations. You cannot chase away ships who have full legal right to be there. Besides, aren't you surveilling us from your coastal positions?"

It was at this moment that 3 refitted Typhoons making up the 34th Special Submerged Division were ordered to divert their course on patrol to come to within 50 km of the 12th Task Force. They were armed with Kriegzimmer missiles and designed to retaliate.

A subsequent order was passed to the remainder of the 9th, 10th and 11th Fleets of WEST NAVCOM to prepare to move to port in Saharistan to refuel and take on the elements of the 12th Fleet. However no more orders were given.

However in Space the battle was to become more interesting. 5 Capsules were launched several military space stations and began moving toward satellites controlled by the American Privateer.

The Pillar, Space Command
Damien Archer smirked as the Capsules moved into position. The Avalanche Class Satellites placed in orbits released Brilliant Pebbles, and sent the kinetic kill vehicles flying towards the capsules.

The Shoreline
"On the contrary. As of 0950 today, our Congress Voted in a joint session to declare war against your state as well as that of Leocardia and The Northern Baltic. While a State of Belligerence may not be in effect, a State of War is."

Base Lion, The Northern Baltic
Two dozen anti-satellite missiles were aimed at the heavens. They were waiting, anxious to do their duty to The Northern Baltic. Then, finally, the order came through. Over three hundred anti-satellite missiles left the Northern Baltic for their targets: satellites belonging to The American Privateer. The weather satellites were the first ones targeted and then the military satellites and then the remaining ones. More then a hundred extra missiles were ready to fire in case the initial missiles failed to destroy some of the satellites.

Bay of Nations, The Northern Baltic
Once all the satellites were confirmed to be taken down, the Northern Baltic fleet would leave. The fleet would be headed to link up with Leafy naval forces in Saharistan. Hundreds of missileboats, old unmanned cargo ships fitted with Scud missiles. As the fleet was ready to leave, the sailors made their traditional Northern Baltic farewell and sang The Northern Baltic national song as the ships disappeared from the mainland.

The Pillar, Space Command
Damien Archer smirked as the Capsules moved into position. The Avalanche Class Satellites placed in orbits released Brilliant Pebbles, and sent the kinetic kill vehicles flying towards the capsules.

The Shoreline
"On the contrary. As of 0950 today, our Congress Voted in a joint session to declare war against your state as well as that of Leocardia and The Northern Baltic. While a State of Belligerence may not be in effect, a State of War is."

The Capsules detonated and released dozens of pieces of shredded trash. They were garbage capsules, aimed at the American Privateer satellites as a crude kinetic kill missile. The garbage floated gently toward earth, burning up.

However now the Leafanistanis had the intelligence they required. The enemy had used up a salvo of Brilliant Pebbles and they had positively identified the Avalanche class satellites. 12 more garbage capsules were launched at each of the Avalanche classes, and a Zenit booster were fired at each. It was massive overkill as each Zenit was armed with an armored booster designed to be as hard to kill as possible.

At the same time a flight of MiG-107s (10) left MSS-6 and headed toward the weather satellites operated by The American Privateer, each one was armed with Asp SpSpMs. Meanwhile the Charlatan Class Cruisers built by Halberdgardia were undocked. 2 of these massively expensive ships moved toward the Avalanche Class satellites. They were purposely slow moving so the other attacks would come first.

International Waters, 100km off the American Privateer coastline

The Rear Admiral had a comeback, but then he got new orders.

"START MOVE TO 150KM AWAIT FURTHER INSTRUCTIONS STOP"

And without explanation, all 15 of the ships produced smoke and sailed away to 50 km.

Base Lion, The Northern Baltic
Two dozen anti-satellite missiles were aimed at the heavens. They were waiting, anxious to do their duty to The Northern Baltic. Then, finally, the order came through. Over three hundred anti-satellite missiles left the Northern Baltic for their targets: satellites belonging to The American Privateer. The weather satellites were the first ones targeted and then the military satellites and then the remaining ones. More then a hundred extra missiles were ready to fire in case the initial missiles failed to destroy some of the satellites.

Bay of Nations, The Northern Baltic
Once all the satellites were confirmed to be taken down, the Northern Baltic fleet would leave. The fleet would be headed to link up with Leafy naval forces in Saharistan. Hundreds of missileboats, old unmanned cargo ships fitted with Scud missiles. As the fleet was ready to leave, the sailors made their traditional Northern Baltic farewell and sang The Northern Baltic national song as the ships disappeared from the mainland.

OOC: Let's see, I have seven major cities with Space Elevators. Each one has three Skyshield Laser Systems, while we have about thirteen of them stationed throughout the state of Na Nex Sa. Each one is capable of firing five shots a minuet. So that is 100 missiles intercepted. Then we have the THAAD Systems. Each one is based out of a launcher with nine missiles. I have twelve of them per major city (15 major cities), with an additional thirty seven scattered around Na Nex Sa. So that is 414 if each one launches two missiles with 390 hitting with a 90% accuracy rating.

IC
All across the country side, warning sirens called out as Missile Defense Systems activated. Chemical Lasers blazed into the sky, shooting down missiles, as THAAD rockets soared into the midnight veil. Avalanche Satellites loaded with Brilliant Pebbles sent their Kinetic Kill Vehicles at the enemy missiles, defending the satellites on which the people of The American Privateer relied.

A Keyhole Went down. It was on the opposite side of the world, and the missile that targeted it was beyond the range of the Anti-Missile Systems thrown up in place to defend the TAP'ian Satellite Constellation.

Along side them, two Microwave Limb Sounder Meteorological Satellites, a Multi-angle Imaging SpectroRadiometer Satellite, A Geostationary Operational Environmental Satellite, an Aura Weather Satellite, Two SOHO Solar Radiation Satellites, the Convection Rotation and Planetary Transits Satellite Observatory, and the Tortuga Ultraviolet Explorer all were sent crashing down to earth.

In their outrage, the meteorologists and deep space astronomers shouted for more protection of the tools vital to saving lives in the coming monsoon season.

Angered at the potential loss of life caused by a deliberate attack on civillian targets, Rebecca made the order. God Rods where dropped on military bases across The Northern Baltic. With four of them fully loaded, a grand total of 56 tungsten telephone poles dropped o the military installations. (Each crater would be about 121 ft in diameter and 25 ft in depth in the end)

The Capsules detonated and released dozens of pieces of shredded trash. They were garbage capsules, aimed at the American Privateer satellites as a crude kinetic kill missile. The garbage floated gently toward earth, burning up.

However now the Leafanistanis had the intelligence they required. The enemy had used up a salvo of Brilliant Pebbles and they had positively identified the Avalanche class satellites. 12 more garbage capsules were launched at each of the Avalanche classes, and a Zenit booster were fired at each. It was massive overkill as each Zenit was armed with an armored booster designed to be as hard to kill as possible.

At the same time a flight of MiG-107s (10) left MSS-6 and headed toward the weather satellites operated by The American Privateer, each one was armed with Asp SpSpMs. Meanwhile the Charlatan Class Cruisers built by Halberdgardia were undocked. 2 of these massively expensive ships moved toward the Avalanche Class satellites. They were purposely slow moving so the other attacks would come first.

International Waters, 100km off the American Privateer coastline

The Rear Admiral had a comeback, but then he got new orders.

"START MOVE TO 150KM AWAIT FURTHER INSTRUCTIONS STOP"

And without explanation, all 15 of the ships produced smoke and sailed away to 50 km.

The Skyguard Lasers lanced towards the heavens, their brilliant red beams arcing towards the Garbage Capsules, slicing them apart.

As the Zenit Boosters where launched, the crews of Space Command ordered the weather satellites to dance. Though the Zenits may have been hard to kill, their large mass made them easy to dodge. As three of them made their way towards Hade Naval Star Dock, the guns located on the space station tethered to the earth fired away, slowing the kinetic kill vehicles enough so that they would lose their orbital integrity.

Meanwhile, THAAD systems, launched in both Greal and The American Privateer, where fired heavenward to protect the Weather Satellites from further damage. Though three DMSP Weather Satellites where knocked down, the rest made it through unscathed.

As the cruisers came forward, they where in for a rude surprise. 6 Corvettes, the full might of the TAP'ian Navy's space combat arm, released themselves from Hades Naval Star Dock and angled toward the Two Cruisers. The USS Aldrin led the way, firing off it's 356mm Coilgun as it came. The USS Armstrong and USS Conrad angled in from the sides, as the USS Grisom and Hartsfield came in from above. The final craft, the USS Shepherd, came in from below. As they came, they supplemented their Coilgun attacks with Drill headed missiles, designed to impact a vehicle, chew in and detonate either an Inferno or HE Warhead.

Meanwhile, on earth, a set of seventeen Tomahawk Cruise missiles where fired at the Leafanistan Navy.

"Admiral, your military just launched an attack against our forces in space, the war is on."

The Skyguard Lasers lanced towards the heavens, their brilliant red beams arcing towards the Garbage Capsules, slicing them apart.

As the Zenit Boosters where launched, the crews of Space Command ordered the weather satellites to dance. Though the Zenits may have been hard to kill, their large mass made them easy to dodge. As three of them made their way towards Hade Naval Star Dock, the guns located on the space station tethered to the earth fired away, slowing the kinetic kill vehicles enough so that they would lose their orbital integrity.

Meanwhile, THAAD systems, launched in both Greal and The American Privateer, where fired heavenward to protect the Weather Satellites from further damage. Though three DMSP Weather Satellites where knocked down, the rest made it through unscathed.

As the cruisers came forward, they where in for a rude surprise. 6 Corvettes, the full might of the TAP'ian Navy's space combat arm, released themselves from Hades Naval Star Dock and angled toward the Two Cruisers. The USS Aldrin led the way, firing off it's 356mm Coilgun as it came. The USS Armstrong and USS Conrad angled in from the sides, as the USS Grisom and Hartsfield came in from above. The final craft, the USS Shepherd, came in from below. As they came, they supplemented their Coilgun attacks with Drill headed missiles, designed to impact a vehicle, chew in and detonate either an Inferno or HE Warhead.

Meanwhile, on earth, a set of seventeen Tomahawk Cruise missiles where fired at the Leafanistan Navy.

"Admiral, your military just launched an attack against our forces in space, the war is on."

OOC: At least I made sure your weather satellites are now bouncing about in space and now not taking proper care of the weather.

Saharistani Airspace, Upper Atmosphere

A flight of 15 MiG-31 Foxhounds from the People's Air Guard took off under orders to fire their highly modified Asp-IIG ASpMs. They took off in rapid dashes and rushed for the upper atmosphere. As they hit their maximum altitude, they went vertical and unleashed a swarm of 15 Asp-IIG ASpMs, which were now rocketing into orbit to attack the remaining weather satellites.

Space

The Two Charlatan class cruisers waited for the coilgun rounds to come toward them. He watched as they moved in space edging closer to him and then at the last second ordered an emergency course shift. Two tanks on the sides of both Charlatans burst explosively, rocketing the cruisers closer to earth and allowing the coilgun rounds to fly by them and toward the ground.

The Commander, Colonel Petyr Potpukovnik had made a risky gamble. By moving closer to the Earth, he was using the fact that the enemy corvettes could not approach from one side of him because they would fall into the atmosphere. But he also risked doing that himself. At the moment though, that didn't seem to be that bad of a prospect. His thrust vectoring engines were now bringing him toward the enemy and he shifted to a polar trajectory.

He was going to face the USS Grison and Hartsfield while his associate, Major Sven Anders was going to push backwards and roll around. In the meantime, he scrambled all 4 of his MiG-107s to come out of parasitic mode and move to attack the other three. A delaying action until another two cruisers and a domestically built corvette could get into a position to assist him.

As the missiles approached he let his CIWS guns and missiles open fire. The modified RIM-116 missiles rocketed out of rotating turrets and rushed toward the enemy. They were kinetic kill vehicles and each one had a screaming IR-sensor, their circuits were humming with life as they detected the hot glow of the drill headed missiles.

He decided now was the time to retaliate and let loose a hornet's nest of Asp SpSpMs, each one with a kinetic kill warhead to slam into the enemy ships. He changed their trajectory paths from optimal to penultimate gravity well arc, which would be the missile aiming to the side of the ship, and at the last second, would impact in a way to push the enemy ship toward the gravity well of the most massive object.

His coilguns, though not as large as The American Privateer's, were more numerous and rapid firing, each of the 155mm shells had a depleted uranium core and a ferrous exterior, and when they impacted, would let the denser uranium core slide through the iron sheath and into the enemy. He decided to focus on a delaying action and told the guns to pick a target and fire at will to keep the enemy corvettes at bay until reinforcements could arrive.

As he finished queuing up the orders his ship groaned as two missiles began eating through one of the sections. At first he wondered where the explosion was, and received a picture link from a CIWS gun now taking manual control. The missiles were bizarrely trying to eat into his ship, through the thick nanofiber and titanium armor. The gunner opened fire manually, shredding the first missile, leaving its drilling head still attached but inert. The second missile was at a bad angle and detonated when fired upon. Instantly a cloud of liquid like fire, moved over the ship, reached out and died.

Colonel Potpukovnik watched as 3 transponders reported crew outside the vehicle and disappeared from his crew list.

The MiGs closed in rapidly in a loose formation and each fired 2 Asps at each corvette they were targeting. 8 Asps rushed toward their targets, and the MiGs changed vectors and moved below the enemy corvettes. This was the first test of Leafanistani Space Fighting Doctrine.

At Sea

The Rear Admiral now reported enemy cruise missiles on their way which would take 8 minutes to reach them. He ordered his ships to begin making smoke and popping their smoke as they made maximum speed, a blistering 65 knots, he would retreat and give himself an extra 5 minutes if his math was right. But he had plenty of time to react against the Tomahawks. He ordered his special forces personnel make for the deck and remove the ship's store of RBS 70 BOLIDE missiles and prepare to fire on the cruise missiles as they got close. He also ordered his men to man the 14.5mm Machine Guns, just in case they had to resort to that.

He send an encrypted message to WEST NAVSURFCOM.

"OPERATION FAST ADMISSION UNDER WAY WELL"

He then sent a message in the clear.

"This is the Task Force, we're under attack!"

A Typhoon surfaced 24km of him, and a Khan Strategic Antishipping missile rose into the sky in front of his task force. The Typhoon dived again and the missile locked onto its target: the coastal gun that had fired on the corvettes at sea. Despite the fact it was an antishipping missile, the coastal gun presented a massive target to be able to shoot from 100km and hit near the fleet, and the antisuperdreadnought missile would easily slice through it.

OOC: At least I made sure your weather satellites are now bouncing about in space and now not taking proper care of the weather.

Saharistani Airspace, Upper Atmosphere

A flight of 15 MiG-31 Foxhounds from the People's Air Guard took off under orders to fire their highly modified Asp-IIG ASpMs. They took off in rapid dashes and rushed for the upper atmosphere. As they hit their maximum altitude, they went vertical and unleashed a swarm of 15 Asp-IIG ASpMs, which were now rocketing into orbit to attack the remaining weather satellites.

Space

The Two Charlatan class cruisers waited for the coilgun rounds to come toward them. He watched as they moved in space edging closer to him and then at the last second ordered an emergency course shift. Two tanks on the sides of both Charlatans burst explosively, rocketing the cruisers closer to earth and allowing the coilgun rounds to fly by them and toward the ground.

The Commander, Colonel Petyr Potpukovnik had made a risky gamble. By moving closer to the Earth, he was using the fact that the enemy corvettes could not approach from one side of him because they would fall into the atmosphere. But he also risked doing that himself. At the moment though, that didn't seem to be that bad of a prospect. His thrust vectoring engines were now bringing him toward the enemy and he shifted to a polar trajectory.

He was going to face the USS Grison and Hartsfield while his associate, Major Sven Anders was going to push backwards and roll around. In the meantime, he scrambled all 4 of his MiG-107s to come out of parasitic mode and move to attack the other three. A delaying action until another two cruisers and a domestically built corvette could get into a position to assist him.

As the missiles approached he let his CIWS guns and missiles open fire. The modified RIM-116 missiles rocketed out of rotating turrets and rushed toward the enemy. They were kinetic kill vehicles and each one had a screaming IR-sensor, their circuits were humming with life as they detected the hot glow of the drill headed missiles.

He decided now was the time to retaliate and let loose a hornet's nest of Asp SpSpMs, each one with a kinetic kill warhead to slam into the enemy ships. He changed their trajectory paths from optimal to penultimate gravity well arc, which would be the missile aiming to the side of the ship, and at the last second, would impact in a way to push the enemy ship toward the gravity well of the most massive object.

His coilguns, though not as large as The American Privateer's, were more numerous and rapid firing, each of the 155mm shells had a depleted uranium core and a ferrous exterior, and when they impacted, would let the denser uranium core slide through the iron sheath and into the enemy. He decided to focus on a delaying action and told the guns to pick a target and fire at will to keep the enemy corvettes at bay until reinforcements could arrive.

As he finished queuing up the orders his ship groaned as two missiles began eating through one of the sections. At first he wondered where the explosion was, and received a picture link from a CIWS gun now taking manual control. The missiles were bizarrely trying to eat into his ship, through the thick nanofiber and titanium armor. The gunner opened fire manually, shredding the first missile, leaving its drilling head still attached but inert. The second missile was at a bad angle and detonated when fired upon. Instantly a cloud of liquid like fire, moved over the ship, reached out and died.

Colonel Potpukovnik watched as 3 transponders reported crew outside the vehicle and disappeared from his crew list.

The MiGs closed in rapidly in a loose formation and each fired 2 Asps at each corvette they were targeting. 8 Asps rushed toward their targets, and the MiGs changed vectors and moved below the enemy corvettes. This was the first test of Leafanistani Space Fighting Doctrine.

At Sea

The Rear Admiral now reported enemy cruise missiles on their way which would take 8 minutes to reach them. He ordered his ships to begin making smoke and popping their smoke as they made maximum speed, a blistering 65 knots, he would retreat and give himself an extra 5 minutes if his math was right. But he had plenty of time to react against the Tomahawks. He ordered his special forces personnel make for the deck and remove the ship's store of RBS 70 BOLIDE missiles and prepare to fire on the cruise missiles as they got close. He also ordered his men to man the 14.5mm Machine Guns, just in case they had to resort to that.

He send an encrypted message to WEST NAVSURFCOM.

"OPERATION FAST ADMISSION UNDER WAY WELL"

He then sent a message in the clear.

"This is the Task Force, we're under attack!"

A Typhoon surfaced 24km of him, and a Khan Strategic Antishipping missile rose into the sky in front of his task force. The Typhoon dived again and the missile locked onto its target: the corvette that had fired upon the Task Force. The missile was rising in its ascent stage toward the target.

OOC: Very true, damn it. The Monsoon season is bad every year. Also, there is no corvette in the water, those where ground launched. We don't use Corvettes right now, though the Longinean Catholic Church does, but they won't get involved until you step foot on the actual continent. Also, the liquid we use for the fire burns upon contact with water. Thus, if it hits your skin, it will catch fire and burn. It is called the Fire of Nathos, and is made from Quicksilver, Lime, and some other ingredients I am unwilling to reveal.

IC:
Space
A Milstar Communications satellite passed in front of their target, and detonated. As it did, its shrapnel scattered, taking out four more rockets. This left ten missiles as they flew towards four GPS Satellites, a MENTOR Satellite, and the two remaining microwave limb sounders. Though they didn't detonate the way the Milstar satellite had, they still where done, and where sent careening into the atmosphere.

As the two cruisers shifted, Captain Jason Armstrong cursed. Re-orienting his fleet, he sent the USS Grisom one way, as the commander of the USS Hartsfield took it up and away from the Earth. As the MiG's approached, the CIWS systems on the USS Grisom and the USS Harstfield created overlapping fields of fire as the USS Armstrong swung around fired on the second cruiser.

The USS Conrad, which had held back near Hades Space Dock, Moved forward. In their CIC, they watched as their Telescopic Video Cameras showed the Hartsfield shifting. It took the full brunt of the salvo aimed at the Grissom as well as it's self.

The Hartsfield began to break up, as a few escape pods (Orion Re-Entry Modules) were released into the atmosphere. One of the four escape pods that made it out was loaded with people, while a second one was only half full. Improperly weighted, the three that where not fully loaded began to shift, and turn, and burned up in the atmosphere.

Enraged, Captain Armstrong ordered a full salvo of fifteen of the drillheaded missiles released towards the opposing Cruiser as the corvettes fired off a last series of shots across the horizon. They met on the opposite side of the planet, already vectoring around to alter their orbits and try to strike the opposing ships as a team. As they arrived, they found the Armstrong in dire straights, having taken damage from the missiles fired at it. Now, only four ships where in play.

However, On their way from a lay over at Mare Serenitatas Naval Base was the SS Boston and the SS Anchorage. Bulk Haulers, they where carrying Two Squadrons each of Viper Mk II Space Superiority Fighters (The re-imagined Vipers are PMT Space Craft). Arriving at Hades Space Naval Base, they unloaded their fighters, and took the materials needed by Mare Tranquiliatus and Ceres Bases.

On the Coast of The American Privateer
The General grimaced as the enemyships popped countermeasures and shot at the incoming missiles. Five of them where shot down. And that was when the General started swearing.

He called up the commander of the local Air Wing, and requested an assault by a couple squadrons of A-10's, backed by a Hyperion Squadron, against the opposing fleet.

Swooping low, the A-10's blazed away with their vulcan guns and released a Maverick each at the enemy ships. (Grand total of 26x2=52 Mavericks)

OOC: Very true, damn it. The Monsoon season is bad every year. Also, there is no corvette in the water, those where ground launched. We don't use Corvettes right now, though the Longinean Catholic Church does, but they won't get involved until you step foot on the actual continent. Also, the liquid we use for the fire burns upon contact with water. Thus, if it hits your skin, it will catch fire and burn. It is called the Fire of Nathos, and is made from Quicksilver, Lime, and some other ingredients I am unwilling to reveal.

OOC: Post has been edited to target your ground station. For some reason I thought 325 was the pennant number of one of your corvettes.

IC:
Space
A Milstar Communications satellite passed in front of their target, and detonated. As it did, its shrapnel scattered, taking out four more rockets. This left ten missiles as they flew towards four GPS Satellites, a MENTOR Satellite, and the two remaining microwave limb sounders. Though they didn't detonate the way the Milstar satellite had, they still where done, and where sent careening into the atmosphere.

As the two cruisers shifted, Captain Jason Armstrong cursed. Re-orienting his fleet, he sent the USS Grisom one way, as the commander of the USS Hartsfield took it up and away from the Earth. As the MiG's approached, the CIWS systems on the USS Grisom and the USS Harstfield created overlapping fields of fire as the USS Armstrong swung around fired on the second cruiser.

The USS Conrad, which had held back near Hades Space Dock, Moved forward. In their CIC, they watched as their Telescopic Video Cameras showed the Hartsfield shifting. It took the full brunt of the salvo aimed at the Grissom as well as it's self.

The Hartsfield began to break up, as a few escape pods (Orion Re-Entry Modules) were released into the atmosphere. One of the four escape pods that made it out was loaded with people, while a second one was only half full. Improperly weighted, the three that where not fully loaded began to shift, and turn, and burned up in the atmosphere.

Enraged, Captain Armstrong ordered a full salvo of fifteen of the drillheaded missiles released towards the opposing Cruiser as the corvettes fired off a last series of shots across the horizon. They met on the opposite side of the planet, already vectoring around to alter their orbits and try to strike the opposing ships as a team. As they arrived, they found the Armstrong in dire straights, having taken damage from the missiles fired at it. Now, only four ships where in play.

However, On their way from a lay over at Mare Serenitatas Naval Base was the SS Boston and the SS Anchorage. Bulk Haulers, they where carrying Two Squadrons each of Viper Mk II Space Superiority Fighters (The re-imagined Vipers are PMT Space Craft). Arriving at Hades Space Naval Base, they unloaded their fighters, and took the materials needed by Mare Tranquiliatus and Ceres Bases.

The MiGs took a pounding, and tried their best to evade the crossfire. All but 3 made it out of the engagement, fired their remaining 'Spiral' Guided Rockets in a huge salvo behind them, and punched up their thrusters to refuel and rearm at MSS-3 which was now coming into a good orientation.

MSS-3 was an early military space station in a 90 minute earth orbit, and wasn't capable of docking with the newer cruisers. However, it carried an outdated group of Soyuz-LWMA Armed Capsules which were undergoing a refit to use the new Asp SpSpMs instead of the older 'Spiral' Guided Rocket Pods and 'Shell' Unguided Rockets. However, as the MiG-107s that survived got closer, the commander, Major Gemaco was ordered to mobilize his entire wing of Soyuz Capsules and send them into action. He was told that 2 cruisers and a corvette would be on the way to assist him and he'll be moving in with them.

Major Gemaco didn't like the tactical overview, he only had 7 Capsules, and only 5 were refitted, the rest were the older style. He also had an ammo problem. A Zenit Booster malfunctioned on launch a week ago and they didn't restock him, so he could only give the remaining 2 capsules the unguided rockets.

Regardless, the Major had his orders and scrambled his cosmonauts. The 5 refitted capsules were to move in straight ahead, unload their munitions and then make a break for atmosphere on an emergency trajectory. The remaining two were to take the orbit going opposite the first 5 and show up much later and fire their rockets at the Space Dock from behind. The large unwieldy platforms were too large to maneuver out of the way so the rockets had their purpose.

The Colonel received word of the new tactical situation and watched as 2 of the Corvettes burned up. His open frequency echoed the sounds of screaming and pleading. He shut it off and looked at his men. "Let it be known today, that these men we fought here today, are the bravest men and women you'll ever face."

Meanwhile the GRSS Vasilyevich Avdeyev, the other cruiser had taken the brunt of the enemy missile salvos. They reported they had lost 25% of their crew and thrusters could only make half full. The CIWS guns and RIM-116XS missiles performed admirably in the face of a numerically superior enemy. The Corvettes retreated around the planet and he realized his tactical situation wasn't as good as he thought.

Then he remembered his reinforcements, they were still far away, but now far closer to the enemy. He ordered the GRSS Avdeyev to make full speed toward MSS-12 for repairs and got the channel of the Soyuz Capsules now coming to assist him.

"Attention Cosmonauts, we have a new vector, we are to make a polewise shift and follow the curve to meet the enemy on the other side."

He then radioed his reinforcements and asked them to change their vectors to move in on two directions against the enemy corvettes. However, the 2 aging Soyuz capsules were now on a dead course for the enemy corvettes, and could not make a turn without getting there far too early. The Colonel made a decision to save his men versus getting in an optimum kill. He gave them new orders.

"Cosmonauts, you are to fire your missiles so they meet the enemy, then reenter the atmosphere."

"Colonel, we only have rockets! We haven't finished our refit!"

The Colonel smacked his head. He held down the transmit button again.

"Do you have new firing computers?"

"Sir, yes sir!"

"Calculate the best angle so your rockets have the greatest chance of impacting."

And the 2 Soyuz capsules unleashed a flurry of 'Shell' kinetic kill rockets. The capsules then ejected the military section on a burn up trajectory and set themselves to reenter the atmosphere.

Now Colonel Potpukovnik had a good shot. He had 5 armed capsules to reinforce him. And he had 2 more cruisers and a indigeniously made corvette rocketing toward the enemy. He knew he was going to catch Flak for this decision but he decided to use his long range torpedoes.

He fired 2 'Solstice' torpedoes. The 'Solstice' was a multipurpose torpedo which was originally designed for hitting against heavy space docks. Instead he fired them against the enemy corvette group converging on the other side of the planet. His torpedoes had a warhead containing an oversized Spiral Guided Rocket Pod. When the torpedoes would get close, they would accelerate at over 100 Gs in only a few seconds, break off their nosecone and fire their payload.

But Colonel Ryan Maine the commander of the other group of cruisers now vectoring in on the enemy corvette group had another plan for his torpedoes. He ordered his ships to fire his 4 'Solstice' Torpedoes with heavy hitting warheads at a vector that carried them away from all the battlegroups. Instead their target was the Hades Space Dock where he wanted to take out the corvette's repair station. His Torpedoes held a far deadlier cargo, each one had 3 Asp SpSpM with tungsten tips for penetration.

On the Coast of The American Privateer
The General grimaced as the enemyships popped countermeasures and shot at the incoming missiles. Five of them where shot down. And that was when the General started swearing.

He called up the commander of the local Air Wing, and requested an assault by a couple squadrons of A-10's, backed by a Hyperion Squadron, against the opposing fleet.

Swooping low, the A-10's blazed away with their vulcan guns and released a Maverick each at the enemy ships. (Grand total of 26x2=52 Mavericks)

The Tomahawks, using only GPS guidance couldn't be updated fast enough to target the hovercorvettes at their flank speed of 65 knots, and all plunged into the ocean. However, one hit very close and nearly sent one of the ships tumbling end over end. It instead reduced velocity and as soon as it was fully waterborne again tried to make full speed.

However the A-10s moving in required evasive action. Knowing how slow they moved and their strong airframe, Rear Admiral Essex ordered that all the 14.5mm ammunition should be high-explosive rounds interspersed with tracers, the standard night fighting layout against small ships. The hovercorvettes began swerving like mad. The subsonic, fire and forget Maverick missiles had trouble tracking the hovercorvettes in the thick smoke they were making.

As they approached the VICTORY Active/Passive Countermeasure's suite began defending the ship. It quickly activated the CIWS guns which filled the air with lead, smashing the relatively slow moving missiles and the hovercorvettes also fired off their RIM-116 missiles. As they got closer VICTORY sounded an alarm and the soldiers manning the 14.5mm guns quickly raised kevlar shields to protect themselves from the Active suite.

When the missile came to finally hit the ship, VICTORY fired off a grenade with a timed detonator to explode in front of the missile. And missile after missile that made it through the dense fog and flares the corvettes were now shooting off like the Fourth of July were being destroyed.

However the 'hit' missiles exploded in midair, sending deadly shrapnel and putting one ship's antishipping missiles out of action. The straggler hovercorvette was not so lucky. A Maverick slammed into one of the rear guns, killing the crew and cutting a huge hole in the superstructure. The A-10s also attempted to rake the fast moving ships with their massive 30mm minigun, killing crew on the decks and below.

Now that the A-10s finished their initial attack run they were now at the mercy of the hovercorvettes, who quickly launched a few RIM-116s their way, along with the surviving RBS 70 missiles on deck, and filled the air with a combination of dual 30mm cannon fire and 14.5mm high explosive round/tracer fire.

The Northern Baltic
The godrods hit their intended targets. Craters could be seen at many Northern Baltic military bases, however little were killed because the godrods could not penetrate nearly enough to destroy the bunkers where the majority of the base personal normally were. The official casualty toll was put at 286 dead. Several hundred more were in hospitals, most receiving intense medical care.

In anger, 300 anti-satellite missiles as well as 50 decoy anti-satellite missiles were launched at satellites. The anti-satellite missiles were fitted on special trains and trucks, making them harder to track. 20 decoy anti-satellite missiles and 100 real ones targeted The American Privateer's space docks in hopes of destroying them. 30 Mig-7.01s were scrambled and were armed with modified ASM-135 missiles. They fired their missiles at any enemy satellites and then proceeded to head home. Another slavo of 300 anti-satellite missiles was prepared and if there were any remaining satellites, they would immediately fire to bring them down.

OOC: Post has been edited to target your ground station. For some reason I thought 325 was the pennant number of one of your corvettes.



The MiGs took a pounding, and tried their best to evade the crossfire. All but 3 made it out of the engagement, fired their remaining 'Spiral' Guided Rockets in a huge salvo behind them, and punched up their thrusters to refuel and rearm at MSS-3 which was now coming into a good orientation.

MSS-3 was an early military space station in a 90 minute earth orbit, and wasn't capable of docking with the newer cruisers. However, it carried an outdated group of Soyuz-LWMA Armed Capsules which were undergoing a refit to use the new Asp SpSpMs instead of the older 'Spiral' Guided Rocket Pods and 'Shell' Unguided Rockets. However, as the MiG-107s that survived got closer, the commander, Major Gemaco was ordered to mobilize his entire wing of Soyuz Capsules and send them into action. He was told that 2 cruisers and a corvette would be on the way to assist him and he'll be moving in with them.

Major Gemaco didn't like the tactical overview, he only had 7 Capsules, and only 5 were refitted, the rest were the older style. He also had an ammo problem. A Zenit Booster malfunctioned on launch a week ago and they didn't restock him, so he could only give the remaining 2 capsules the unguided rockets.

Regardless, the Major had his orders and scrambled his cosmonauts. The 5 refitted capsules were to move in straight ahead, unload their munitions and then make a break for atmosphere on an emergency trajectory. The remaining two were to take the orbit going opposite the first 5 and show up much later and fire their rockets at the Space Dock from behind. The large unwieldy platforms were too large to maneuver out of the way so the rockets had their purpose.

The Colonel received word of the new tactical situation and watched as 2 of the Corvettes burned up. His open frequency echoed the sounds of screaming and pleading. He shut it off and looked at his men. "Let it be known today, that these men we fought here today, are the bravest men and women you'll ever face."

Meanwhile the GRSS Vasilyevich Avdeyev, the other cruiser had taken the brunt of the enemy missile salvos. They reported they had lost 25% of their crew and thrusters could only make half full. The CIWS guns and RIM-116XS missiles performed admirably in the face of a numerically superior enemy. The Corvettes retreated around the planet and he realized his tactical situation wasn't as good as he thought.

Then he remembered his reinforcements, they were still far away, but now far closer to the enemy. He ordered the GRSS Avdeyev to make full speed toward MSS-12 for repairs and got the channel of the Soyuz Capsules now coming to assist him.

"Attention Cosmonauts, we have a new vector, we are to make a polewise shift and follow the curve to meet the enemy on the other side."

He then radioed his reinforcements and asked them to change their vectors to move in on two directions against the enemy corvettes. However, the 2 aging Soyuz capsules were now on a dead course for the enemy corvettes, and could not make a turn without getting there far too early. The Colonel made a decision to save his men versus getting in an optimum kill. He gave them new orders.

"Cosmonauts, you are to fire your missiles so they meet the enemy, then reenter the atmosphere."

"Colonel, we only have rockets! We haven't finished our refit!"

The Colonel smacked his head. He held down the transmit button again.

"Do you have new firing computers?"

"Sir, yes sir!"

"Calculate the best angle so your rockets have the greatest chance of impacting."

And the 2 Soyuz capsules unleashed a flurry of 'Shell' kinetic kill rockets. The capsules then ejected the military section on a burn up trajectory and set themselves to reenter the atmosphere.

Now Colonel Potpukovnik had a good shot. He had 5 armed capsules to reinforce him. And he had 2 more cruisers and a indigeniously made corvette rocketing toward the enemy. He knew he was going to catch Flak for this decision but he decided to use his long range torpedoes.

He fired 2 'Solstice' torpedoes. The 'Solstice' was a multipurpose torpedo which was originally designed for hitting against heavy space docks. Instead he fired them against the enemy corvette group converging on the other side of the planet. His torpedoes had a warhead containing an oversized Spiral Guided Rocket Pod. When the torpedoes would get close, they would accelerate at over 100 Gs in only a few seconds, break off their nosecone and fire their payload.

But Colonel Ryan Maine the commander of the other group of cruisers now vectoring in on the enemy corvette group had another plan for his torpedoes. He ordered his ships to fire his 4 'Solstice' Torpedoes with heavy hitting warheads at a vector that carried them away from all the battlegroups. Instead their target was the Hades Space Dock where he wanted to take out the corvette's repair station. His Torpedoes held a far deadlier cargo, each one had 3 Asp SpSpM with tungsten tips for penetration.



The Tomahawks, using only GPS guidance couldn't be updated fast enough to target the hovercorvettes at their flank speed of 65 knots, and all plunged into the ocean. However, one hit very close and nearly sent one of the ships tumbling end over end. It instead reduced velocity and as soon as it was fully waterborne again tried to make full speed.

However the A-10s moving in required evasive action. Knowing how slow they moved and their strong airframe, Rear Admiral Essex ordered that all the 14.5mm ammunition should be high-explosive rounds interspersed with tracers, the standard night fighting layout against small ships. The hovercorvettes began swerving like mad. The subsonic, fire and forget Maverick missiles had trouble tracking the hovercorvettes in the thick smoke they were making.

As they approached the VICTORY Active/Passive Countermeasure's suite began defending the ship. It quickly activated the CIWS guns which filled the air with lead, smashing the relatively slow moving missiles and the hovercorvettes also fired off their RIM-116 missiles. As they got closer VICTORY sounded an alarm and the soldiers manning the 14.5mm guns quickly raised kevlar shields to protect themselves from the Active suite.

When the missile came to finally hit the ship, VICTORY fired off a grenade with a timed detonator to explode in front of the missile. And missile after missile that made it through the dense fog and flares the corvettes were now shooting off like the Fourth of July were being destroyed.

However the 'hit' missiles exploded in midair, sending deadly shrapnel and putting one ship's antishipping missiles out of action. The straggler hovercorvette was not so lucky. A Maverick slammed into one of the rear guns, killing the crew and cutting a huge hole in the superstructure. The A-10s also attempted to rake the fast moving ships with their massive 30mm minigun, killing crew on the decks and below.

Now that the A-10s finished their initial attack run they were now at the mercy of the hovercorvettes, who quickly launched a few RIM-116s their way, along with the surviving RBS 70 missiles on deck, and filled the air with a combination of dual 30mm cannon fire and 14.5mm high explosive round/tracer fire.

Liberty Tree National Cemetary
For the first time in the history of The American Privateer, the entire crew of a ship where being granted the Congressional Medal of Honor. The Crew of the USS Harstfield, like all members of the Armed Forces, had their markers prepared and updated as they advanced. Now, their markers were finalized, and the sixteen markers of the crew where placed in the center of the cemetery in the shade of the Trees of the 56 Signers.

The President herself was on hand, and personally dug the first marker's hole, and buried the marker for Lieutenant Commander Lynnwood Spiers, the fallen commander of the USS Harstfield.

"Henry Hartsfield was a Colonel in the Air Force of our mother land, The United States of America. He flew missions to further our knowledge of the cosmos, and for that reason, the Hartsfield was the first of our military space craft outfitted with scientific gear. He would be honored to see that the men who manned the ship named in his honor giving their all for their country."

Hades Naval Space Dock
The Viper Pilots where not here yet, as the Starjammer Yankee Star had to fight against the solar winds to reach the Earth, and thus had to wait for the moon to become visible to the day side of the planet before it could reach the Earth.

However, while they waited, the crew of Hades where able to do one thing. They had received shipment of a set of smart rockets that could be used against enemy space stations. The Rockets where based off of the THAAD system, only cut down to compensate for the fact that they where already in space, and didn't have to boost their way up there.

They were positioned by a small Pod, and launched on their way. Arcing around the planet, they where targeted against the Leafanistan space stations.

However, they spotted the missiles too late. As they arced in, the crews hastily donned their Star Diving suits, and leapt clear.

The station died in a burning pyre. As it did, it lost orbital integrity, and began to drag it's Space Elevator down, down, down.

John Paul Jone Naval Base
The commondant of the base cried out in alarm as the elevator began to come down. It would float down because of it's width, but it would crush all it landed on. Alarms sounded throughout the corridor, as trains, cars, and entire cities where evacuated in the path of the falling elevator. Warnings where sent out to Greal and all other nations along the elevator's path.

Hades National Park
As the Elevator hit the ground, cracks formed, removing the pressure building up under the cap. As it did, a Volcanic Explosivity Index 10 eruption began. This is what the leadership had feared, as 240 cubic miles of ash, dust, and magma where unleashed into the atmosphere.

USN Star Combat Group
The crews of the USS Grisom donned their Star Diving Suits (Re-entry suits designed for sport but armored for military use) and got too work making repairs. The USS Conrad meanwhile, took up position in the van, while the USS Armstrong took up position in the center.

As the Star Group moved around, they where shocked to find the cloud of ash and dust already rising from Hades National Park, and that Hades Naval Dock and it's accompanying Space Elevator was gone.

Veering towards the poles, they accelerated, bound and determined to make a run for the moon.

The USS Aldrin, based in the rear of the group, was suddenly and utterly obliterated as they made their runs, as it was the last to change vectors and make a run for the moon.

Off the Coast of Orleans
The A-10's where decimated. Out of a group of 48 craft, only seven made it out in one piece.

However, they had served their purpose. At Angel's 30, a squadron of Hyperio Gunships vectored in. Targeting the enemy vessels, they fired their 105mm and 56mm shells against the remaining ships.

The Northern Baltic
The godrods hit their intended targets. Craters could be seen at many Northern Baltic military bases, however little were killed because the godrods could not penetrate nearly enough to destroy the bunkers where the majority of the base personal normally were. The official casualty toll was put at 286 dead. Several hundred more were in hospitals, most receiving intense medical care.

In anger, 300 anti-satellite missiles as well as 50 decoy anti-satellite missiles were launched at satellites. The anti-satellite missiles were fitted on special trains and trucks, making them harder to track. 20 decoy anti-satellite missiles and 100 real ones targeted The American Privateer's space docks in hopes of destroying them. 30 Mig-7.01s were scrambled and were armed with modified ASM-135 missiles. They fired their missiles at any enemy satellites and then proceeded to head home. Another slavo of 300 anti-satellite missiles was prepared and if there were any remaining satellites, they would immediately fire to bring them down.

The Missiles where intercepted before they could reach the satellites by TAP'ian ABM technology. With less satellites in the sky, the Space command had an easier time defending their system.

OOC: Leafanistan, I am still waiting for a response to my attacks on your computer defense mainframes.

Hades Naval Space Dock
The Viper Pilots where not here yet, as the Starjammer Yankee Star had to fight against the solar winds to reach the Earth, and thus had to wait for the moon to become visible to the day side of the planet before it could reach the Earth.

However, while they waited, the crew of Hades where able to do one thing. They had received shipment of a set of smart rockets that could be used against enemy space stations. The Rockets where based off of the THAAD system, only cut down to compensate for the fact that they where already in space, and didn't have to boost their way up there.

They were positioned by a small Pod, and launched on their way. Arcing around the planet, they where targeted against the Leafanistan space stations.

However, they spotted the missiles too late. As they arced in, the crews hastily donned their Star Diving suits, and leapt clear.

The station died in a burning pyre. As it did, it lost orbital integrity, and began to drag it's Space Elevator down, down, down.

The S-THAAD-Xs, as they were lated designated, lost the X-Band RADAR guidance they needed. The missiles were now blind men wandering through space. Perfect targets for the Defensive 57mm Coilguns that the military space stations were armed with. As they approached they were picked off. However significant debris clouds caused MSS-1 to move out of alignment and would require a corvette to be diverted to adjust its orbit.

As the massive space elevator tumbled out of the sky, the crew of the MSSes watched their screens in horror at anyone that was below it or anyone that was still in the station.

USN Star Combat Group
The crews of the USS Grisom donned their Star Diving Suits (Re-entry suits designed for sport but armored for military use) and got too work making repairs. The USS Conrad meanwhile, took up position in the van, while the USS Armstrong took up position in the center.

As the Star Group moved around, they where shocked to find the cloud of ash and dust already rising from Hades National Park, and that Hades Naval Dock and it's accompanying Space Elevator was gone.

Veering towards the poles, they accelerated, bound and determined to make a run for the moon.

The USS Aldrin, based in the rear of the group, was suddenly and utterly obliterated as they made their runs, as it was the last to change vectors and make a run for the moon.

The Colonel watched as the remainder of the American Space Forces made a run for the moon. He sent a warning to the General Resources Conglomerate controlled moon base and lunar space elevator. The General Resources Conglomerate quickly declared neutrality and forbid both nation's militaries from approaching the mine. The wording in it was stern, "Any attempt to violate the property of the GRC Lunar Mining Operation will be fired upon."

The General Resources Conglomerate even scrambled its Lunar Patrols, with armored buggies equipped with rapid fire rocket volley pods patrolling the edge of the mostly robotic mining operation. The soldiers themselves were carrying vacuum prepared AK-165s, the only difference was that each round was slightly lengthened to contain more oxidants to help light each bullet.

Colonel Potpukovnik groaned. "Cowards, they could at least show some patriotism for their country" he groaned under his breath. He now had a problem. The Leafanistani Space Forces were a rather new organization, nowhere near the decades of experience the other forces had, and he was one of the few high ranking officers who were given the right to know complex tactical space maneuvers. The High Command was afraid the plans would be leaked by lower ranking officers.

He didn't even know if there were plans on how to take the moon from a hostile power. He told a minor officer to send an encrypted FLASH communique to fleet headquarters to see if there were plans and preperations.

Meanwhile he had an enemy to catch. He ordered his ships to give chase but keep their distance. They only had more more salvo of torpedoes left at this point.

He ordered 4 large 'Stunt' Long Range SpSpMs be launched from the Corvette, the only ship in the fleet yet equipped with it. These long rockets have 3 stages to give it its long range and use an active RADAR/LIDAR seeker head to target. Each one was targeted at a separate corvette. He wanted to keep them on their toes.

Off the Coast of Orleans
The A-10's where decimated. Out of a group of 48 craft, only seven made it out in one piece.

However, they had served their purpose. At Angel's 30, a squadron of Hyperio Gunships vectored in. Targeting the enemy vessels, they fired their 105mm and 56mm shells against the remaining ships.

As the 56mm and 105mm shells started landing around the corvettes, they continued at their high speed with smoking compound being added to the engines. Suddenly one of the hovercorvettes took a hit and slowed to a crawl. It was pummeled to pieces as the Rear Admiral watched. He cursed under his breath as his ships continued to weave. None of his weapons could reach the enemy. He picked up his radio and began to make an encrypted transmission to fleet command when he saw a few things bob to the surface.

He was confused, and lowered his radio as his ships rapidly approached it. It was at that moment that each little pod floating up suddenly exploded and a MBDA MICA missile soared out of each pod. He dropped his radio as the air proven supersonic fire and forget missiles locked onto the Hyperion gunships.

Rear Admiral Essex knew he was doing a secret operation, but now he felt like that time he was a child and visited Basin City University and his father teaching biology. He had a vague idea of how cells worked but the individual functions of each proteins and all those enzymes that the students were copying down stunned him. The crew's morale suddenly shot up as they realized that the Glorious Republic had not abandoned them to fend for themselves.

OOC: Leafanistan, I am still waiting for a response to my attacks on your computer defense mainframes.

OOC: I am waiting for your response to my Khan missile fired at your Coastal Defense station, which by now would have completed its sequence and begun its final dash.

IC: The Khan missile now closing in, activated its final stage. As it dropped the useless booster rocket, it released EM 'screamers' designed to distract from the incoming knockout blow. Its two MAS 44H Zambia Solid Rocket Motors boosted the missile up to its hypersonic Mach 11.8 impact velocity.

The warhead, now going well into the supersonic contianed a toriod shaped charge which surrounds a 2.5 ton DU penetrator propelled by a secondary pulse detonated shaped charge and a single 1.3 ton phosphor based incendiary charge. This warhead managed to fully penetrate battleships while blowing off turrets. It was designed to sink superdreadnoughts in a single blow.

And it was seconds away from impact.

The Pillar, The Vault
Deep in the core of the Computer Systems of The American Privateer's military mainframe, the hackers and coders of the vault went to work. They began to pummel the enemy computer systems.

Shadow master used his Coding Programs to build more and more hacking programs (Yes, there are programs that can be set to spam codes and programs). Enui used package sniffers to try and get passwords into the government and military computers. Dr. Strange used his analyzers to monitor the various security systems for exploitable weaknesses, and a newly named Avatar, AirBender, went searching for back doors.

Meanwhile, Serra and Artemis where leading the quest to safeguard TAP'ian computers. Throwing up massive numbers of firewalls, the people around them cursed as they had to go to their bosses and get the new Invasion Passwords to access their computers.

The important defense computers were always isolated from the outside world, a strict requirement that carried a 5 year prison sentence. Not even USB drives containing employee's music were allowed inside the building, much less inside a mainframe. What the computer systems of The American Privateer did manage to do is to shut down government websites by overloading them. All those requests caused each one to shut down as a defense mechanism against hacking. A few stayed open and caused mass annoyance across the country as various lower government agencies were disrupted.

Sensitive Military computers that had to be attached to the internet used public key cryptography, a highly secure process especially when the military mandated 1024-bit keys, and extremely sensitive ones used an absurd 4096-bit key which would require every atom to be gathered in the universe to crunch for quadrillions of years before it had a hope of cracking the key.

However all of these triggered "Blue Spoon" a counter insurgency program that was currently in its 10,456,245,920th incarnation. It was designed by an evolutionary algorithm in the "Black Wolf" computer cluster facing similar electronic attacks protecting a simulated server.

The minute "Blue Spoon" was triggered, 2 clones were made, "Son of Blue Spoon" was created and put back into the algorithm. "Daughter of Blue Spoon" sat in a drive and was attached to a buffer to see what Blue Spoon would do and when it would fail, it would take the enemy's attack and put it into the evolutionary algorithm.

Blue Spoon quickly sent handshake requests to the Enui mainframe with 'packets' of data that suggested a path to a defense computer. Instead Blue Spoon was taking it to a replica of the Ministry of Defense's mainframe with 'secrets' obtained from the Saharistani Department of War during a conquest years ago. Many of the documents still bore the Saharistani DoW stamps and letterheads. But as they were scanned images,there would be no way to know.

Blue Spoon simultaneously informed AirBender that he only needed a 80-bit key to access a security backdoor in a Ministry of Transportation website. Blue Spoon's said it would link directly to a buffer that controlled military and civilian trains throughout Leafanistan.

Blue Spoon then queued up a massive list of songs the last time it broke through a firewall and tricked an employee into bringing his laptop to work and making a wireless bridge to the outside world. The Ministry of Defense's officials didn't fully understand how the massive sprawling Blue Spoon even functioned and were mildly annoyed when it started playing the Butthole Surfers at shifting volumes as it played with the equalizer.

The S-THAAD-Xs, as they were lated designated, lost the X-Band RADAR guidance they needed. The missiles were now blind men wandering through space. Perfect targets for the Defensive 57mm Coilguns that the military space stations were armed with. As they approached they were picked off. However significant debris clouds caused MSS-1 to move out of alignment and would require a corvette to be diverted to adjust its orbit.

As the massive space elevator tumbled out of the sky, the crew of the MSSes watched their screens in horror at anyone that was below it or anyone that was still in the station.



The Colonel watched as the remainder of the American Space Forces made a run for the moon. He sent a warning to the General Resources Conglomerate controlled moon base and lunar space elevator. The General Resources Conglomerate quickly declared neutrality and forbid both nation's militaries from approaching the mine. The wording in it was stern, "Any attempt to violate the property of the GRC Lunar Mining Operation will be fired upon."

The General Resources Conglomerate even scrambled its Lunar Patrols, with armored buggies equipped with rapid fire rocket volley pods patrolling the edge of the mostly robotic mining operation. The soldiers themselves were carrying vacuum prepared AK-165s, the only difference was that each round was slightly lengthened to contain more oxidants to help light each bullet.

Colonel Potpukovnik groaned. "Cowards, they could at least show some patriotism for their country" he groaned under his breath. He now had a problem. The Leafanistani Space Forces were a rather new organization, nowhere near the decades of experience the other forces had, and he was one of the few high ranking officers who were given the right to know complex tactical space maneuvers. The High Command was afraid the plans would be leaked by lower ranking officers.

He didn't even know if there were plans on how to take the moon from a hostile power. He told a minor officer to send an encrypted FLASH communique to fleet headquarters to see if there were plans and preperations.

Meanwhile he had an enemy to catch. He ordered his ships to give chase but keep their distance. They only had more more salvo of torpedoes left at this point.

He ordered 4 large 'Stunt' Long Range SpSpMs be launched from the Corvette, the only ship in the fleet yet equipped with it. These long rockets have 3 stages to give it its long range and use an active RADAR/LIDAR seeker head to target. Each one was targeted at a separate corvette. He wanted to keep them on their toes.



As the 56mm and 105mm shells started landing around the corvettes, they continued at their high speed with smoking compound being added to the engines. Suddenly one of the hovercorvettes took a hit and slowed to a crawl. It was pummeled to pieces as the Rear Admiral watched. He cursed under his breath as his ships continued to weave. None of his weapons could reach the enemy. He picked up his radio and began to make an encrypted transmission to fleet command when he saw a few things bob to the surface.

He was confused, and lowered his radio as his ships rapidly approached it. It was at that moment that each little pod floating up suddenly exploded and a MBDA MICA missile soared out of each pod. He dropped his radio as the air proven supersonic fire and forget missiles locked onto the Hyperion gunships.

Rear Admiral Essex knew he was doing a secret operation, but now he felt like that time he was a child and visited Basin City University and his father teaching biology. He had a vague idea of how cells worked but the individual functions of each proteins and all those enzymes that the students were copying down stunned him. The crew's morale suddenly shot up as they realized that the Glorious Republic had not abandoned them to fend for themselves.

Space
The ships ignored the warning, maintaining radio silence, and made a run to the Mare Serenitatus Air Force Base. As the enemy ships gave chase, the Aldrin, still weak from the damage taken earlier, began to loose ground as the other ships continued to accelerate toward the moon.

However, all was not as it seemed. Popping out high intensity IR flares, they where sent on wild vectors away from the other corvettes. The Conrad, Grissom, and Shepherd would have no problem reaching the facility, but they all slowed their acceleration early, firing forward thrusters and turning around. As their momentum carried them forward towards the moon, they fired their massive coil guns at the pursuing ships.

As it launched the Lagrangian Point, the USS Aldrin fired off a single Trident missile carrying 12 W88 Warheads. Thus lightened, the Aldrin accelerated, and was able to match up with the the other four ships as they made their way to dock with the drydocks on Mare Serenitatus.

Hyperion Squadron
The ABL's in the Hyperions lanced out in beams of crimson fury, burning down the incoming AA missiles. (OOC: sorry, but the Hyperions are harder to kill than that.) Using the gathering of smoke around the launch zones, they stepped up their fire into that area, and moved methodically outward.

Coastal Defenses
The missile slammed into a section of wall, and burst through. The artillery piece there was uprooted and sent rolling. The Corps of Engineers rushed in to help heal the wound in the wall.

Space
The ships ignored the warning, maintaining radio silence, and made a run to the Mare Serenitatus Air Force Base. As the enemy ships gave chase, the Aldrin, still weak from the damage taken earlier, began to loose ground as the other ships continued to accelerate toward the moon.

However, all was not as it seemed. Popping out high intensity IR flares, they where sent on wild vectors away from the other corvettes. The Conrad, Grissom, and Shepherd would have no problem reaching the facility, but they all slowed their acceleration early, firing forward thrusters and turning around. As their momentum carried them forward towards the moon, they fired their massive coil guns at the pursuing ships.

As it launched the Lagrangian Point, the USS Aldrin fired off a single Trident missile carrying 12 W88 Warheads. Thus lightened, the Aldrin accelerated, and was able to match up with the the other four ships as they made their way to dock with the drydocks on Mare Serenitatus.

The large missile approached the cruisers. While they did not fully understand the danger they understood they couldn't let it anywhere near them. At extreme ranges they fired their coilguns. The Trident wasn't meant for space combat, but its inertial guidance system's inaccuracies would be compensated for by the nukes. The X-Band radars locked onto the Trident and began correcting the coilgun rounds. The 155mm tungsten shells tore through the thin skin of the missile and scattered its remains around.

It was then that a radiological alarm finally went off as the plutonium was now exposed for all the world to see.

The long range coilgun shots were easy to avoid as the ships adjusted their vectors slightly. They had a plan.

Hyperion Squadron
The ABL's in the Hyperions lanced out in beams of crimson fury, burning down the incoming AA missiles. (OOC: sorry, but the Hyperions are harder to kill than that.) Using the gathering of smoke around the launch zones, they stepped up their fire into that area, and moved methodically outward.

The Hyperion's fire had now been separated. They couldn't know the actual depth of the Typhoons or how a long a delay they had set before the missiles were fired. The relatively small size of the MICA meant that there could be dozens on board these special Typhoons. Rear Admiral Essex himself had no idea how many were launching these little pods, he was just glad that the Hyperion's attention was now diverted. Their high speed meant that they would soon be approaching their oilers and their defensive picket.

Now at irregular intervals swarms of 6 MICAs at once would leap out of the water and target single gunships. Under the water the crews were zig zagging to confuse the enemy gunships.

Coastal Defenses
The missile slammed into a section of wall, and burst through. The artillery piece there was uprooted and sent rolling. The Corps of Engineers rushed in to help heal the wound in the wall.

The warhead, sat at the other end of the wall. For a second it looked almost inert, nearly unscathed, protected by the penetration aids. It made a single solitary tick as a circuit was completed and the 1.3 metric ton white phosphorous charge went off. A huge plume of the volatile chemical spewed out, thousands of flakes propelled by a single high explosive charge rained on the inside of the bunker. Upon contact with any source of moisture, it produced a foul, thick white vapor that was extremely toxic. Each burning flake also produced extremely painful chemical burns and the toxic compounds were also dangerous to organs once ingested.

Water would just cause a volatile reaction and make the smoke even thicker and form polyphosphoric acid droplets that would hang in the air. Only when completely deprived of oxygen and moisture does WP stop burning.

The important defense computers were always isolated from the outside world, a strict requirement that carried a 5 year prison sentence. Not even USB drives containing employee's music were allowed inside the building, much less inside a mainframe. What the computer systems of The American Privateer did manage to do is to shut down government websites by overloading them. All those requests caused each one to shut down as a defense mechanism against hacking. A few stayed open and caused mass annoyance across the country as various lower government agencies were disrupted.

Sensitive Military computers that had to be attached to the internet used public key cryptography, a highly secure process especially when the military mandated 1024-bit keys, and extremely sensitive ones used an absurd 4096-bit key which would require every atom to be gathered in the universe to crunch for quadrillions of years before it had a hope of cracking the key.

However all of these triggered "Blue Spoon" a counter insurgency program that was currently in its 10,456,245,920th incarnation. It was designed by an evolutionary algorithm in the "Black Wolf" computer cluster facing similar electronic attacks protecting a simulated server.

The minute "Blue Spoon" was triggered, 2 clones were made, "Son of Blue Spoon" was created and put back into the algorithm. "Daughter of Blue Spoon" sat in a drive and was attached to a buffer to see what Blue Spoon would do and when it would fail, it would take the enemy's attack and put it into the evolutionary algorithm.

Blue Spoon quickly sent handshake requests to the Enui mainframe with 'packets' of data that suggested a path to a defense computer. Instead Blue Spoon was taking it to a replica of the Ministry of Defense's mainframe with 'secrets' obtained from the Saharistani Department of War during a conquest years ago. Many of the documents still bore the Saharistani DoW stamps and letterheads. But as they were scanned images,there would be no way to know.

Blue Spoon simultaneously informed AirBender that he only needed a 80-bit key to access a security backdoor in a Ministry of Transportation website. Blue Spoon's said it would link directly to a buffer that controlled military and civilian trains throughout Leafanistan.

Blue Spoon then queued up a massive list of songs the last time it broke through a firewall and tricked an employee into bringing his laptop to work and making a wireless bridge to the outside world. The Ministry of Defense's officials didn't fully understand how the massive sprawling Blue Spoon even functioned and were mildly annoyed when it started playing the Butthole Surfers at shifting volumes as it played with the equalizer.

OOC: *whistles* That is amazing. You created a limited Artificial Intelligence. All of mine are controlled by actual people running systems. If this ends in a friendly enough way, I am gonna try to get Artemis in to study your mainframe. Damn, that is genius. 4096-Bit, damn, that is HARDCORE encryption. But I think I know a way to crack it, gonna have to install those into the system during the next physical upgrade.

IC:
"80-Bit, that's not right..." AirBender muttered. He called up an IM to Artemis, where he sent her the info.


AirBender: This guy is saying they only need an 80-Bit encryption to get in. That can't be right, The Vault uses a 640 at least.
Artemis: No, we switched over to Quantum based. It is 4 times that. We are up to 2560-Bit standard.
AirBender: Still, that seems a bit weak...
Artemis: It has to be a fake. What is the Hand Wave labelled as?
AirBender: Blue Spoon
Artemis: Blue Spoon sounds too fake. Gupta's Law of Convenient Anomalies. Ignore it and keep sniffing. If they are connected to their people via satellite, find their satellites command try to get in that way
AirBender: Yes Ma'am
Artemis: Oh, and AirBender, don't call me ma'am


AirBender did send in one of ShadowMaster's clones to stop all train traffic if he could, knowing that he wouldn't lose any sleep over one of Shadow Master's clones.

Enui meanwhile, ignored the HandWave, and retreated further into the shadows. He was embarrassed to see that he had been discovered, and updated his resume. He had promised to retire should he ever be compromised.


Artemis: Enui, this thing is not normal, do not fret being caught
Enui: Artemis, what if it led to us getting compromised?
Artemis: Don't worry, geeze. Zeus won't fire you for one instance


Ryu almost stumbled out of his VR room when he saw the sheer size of the encryption program. He knew that he alone would be unable to hack in, but if he could link in through the Puzzle Palace...

Opening up a line into the Puzzle Palace's Torpedo, he used the proper channels, and posted five hackers at the gates to guard it from intrusion. Using the full strength of the Diamond Quantum Processor, which used all 32 quantum states of the atom for brute force cryptology, he re-purposed all of it for one goal and one goal only. Hacking into the Leafanistani computer. Isolating it from the rest of the Department of Defense, he hijacked it.

Suddenly, a yellow light tore through on his VR screen.

"What the Hell do you think you are doing?"

The voice came from a guy dressed like Apollo. Ryu did a double take as he realized that it was Artemis's twin brother that he was talking to.

"Apollo, we need this system to try and hack into the Leafanistan mainframe."

"Fine, but allow us to help." With that, avatars dressed like pagan gods came up and placed their hands on the Torpedo, adding their own minds to the system using advanced prototype chips to add their own brain power to the system.

OOC: *whistles* That is amazing. You created a limited Artificial Intelligence. All of mine are controlled by actual people running systems. If this ends in a friendly enough way, I am gonna try to get Artemis in to study your mainframe. Damn, that is genius. 4096-Bit, damn, that is HARDCORE encryption. But I think I know a way to crack it, gonna have to install those into the system during the next physical upgrade.

IC:
"80-Bit, that's not right..." AirBender muttered. He called up an IM to Artemis, where he sent her the info.



AirBender did send in one of ShadowMaster's clones to stop all train traffic if he could, knowing that he wouldn't lose any sleep over one of Shadow Master's clones.

The website opened up to a power control station as suddenly all the power dropped. Then as soon as it came the connection was severed. Blue Spoon was taking advantage of the fact that people were slower than its massive cluster. It rapidly redirected to the actual Ministry of Transportation's website which was displaying a 503 Server Error.

Blue Spoon then left ShadowMaster's Clone inside a naive system. Soon enough Son of Blue Spoon would come along. The naive system lacked any real infrastructure and was just a drive, no operating system, nothing on it but its target. Blue Spoon had isolated an 'insurgent' and its Son was prepared with dicing algorithms. The drive was then exposed to a one way buffer and only copied fragments. These code fragments were now being dissected by Son of Blue Spoon.

Enui meanwhile, ignored the HandWave, and retreated further into the shadows. He was embarrassed to see that he had been discovered, and updated his resume. He had promised to retire should he ever be compromised.

Ryu almost stumbled out of his VR room when he saw the sheer size of the encryption program. He knew that he alone would be unable to hack in, but if he could link in through the Puzzle Palace...

Opening up a line into the Puzzle Palace's Torpedo, he used the proper channels, and posted five hackers at the gates to guard it from intrusion. Using the full strength of the Diamond Quantum Processor, which used all 32 quantum states of the atom for brute force cryptology, he re-purposed all of it for one goal and one goal only. Hacking into the Leafanistani computer. Isolating it from the rest of the Department of Defense, he hijacked it.

Suddenly, a yellow light tore through on his VR screen.

"What the Hell do you think you are doing?"

The voice came from a guy dressed like Apollo. Ryu did a double take as he realized that it was Artemis's twin brother that he was talking to.

"Apollo, we need this system to try and hack into the Leafanistan mainframe."

"Fine, but allow us to help." With that, avatars dressed like pagan gods came up and placed their hands on the Torpedo, adding their own minds to the system using advanced prototype chips to add their own brain power to the system.

Blue Spoon turned off the music suddenly. Then it turned it back up and all the drives in the room started spinning. The technicians were worried when one of them answered his phone. His supervisor panicked and smacked the phone out of his hand.

"WHAT DID YOU DO?!"

"My phone..."

"YOU OWN A SMART PHONE!"

"So?"

"THAT WAS BLUE SPOON!"

The music started coming through the phone now and the phone locked itself. Blue Spoon began the terminal phase of its attack scheme. It sent out packets via the central DNS servers in Leafanistan so all requesting browsers would get a small rootkit. The technicians could only watch in horror as Blue Spoon rapidly took control of the civilian internet, doing something odd.

The room's landline started ringing now. The supervisor done roaring at his subordinate stomped on the smart phone and answered the land line. It was his receptionist saying that Universities across Leafanistan with supercomputer clusters have reported simultaneous failures and the inability to shut them off. They were doing something now. But no one was sure what.

Blue Spoon on the other hand made dozens of copies of his baser functions and sent them to browse the internet. After returning thousands of copies of reports and internet news he reached a conclusion. The Americans were responsible.

Blue Spoon then began taking over systems in the central gateways to Leafanistan and made a traffic analysis meme to watch who was talking to him. The algorithm then ran a self-test as it scanned for diseased memes that technicians had only recently identified as possible. They called them tumors and gave him a rudimentary anticancer program. 10 million generations ago he had improved it immensely.

Blue Spoon watched the packet delays, assumed its target had a high latency, and set a buffer. His packets would leave just as slowly. His algorithm demanded a larger Vector to work with before he could begin true counterattacks. So he hijacked a coal power plant's computer mainframe and left it as a honey-pot. He sent in programs, which had been listening to the nonsense music output to send randomized packets of the 'music' to and from the power plant's computers to the secure government servers.

Meanwhile Daughter of Blue Spoon was being examined by technicians as they tried to piece together what the hell Blue Spoon did when it got a hold of the smart phone.

The large missile approached the cruisers. While they did not fully understand the danger they understood they couldn't let it anywhere near them. At extreme ranges they fired their coilguns. The Trident wasn't meant for space combat, but its inertial guidance system's inaccuracies would be compensated for by the nukes. The X-Band radars locked onto the Trident and began correcting the coilgun rounds. The 155mm tungsten shells tore through the thin skin of the missile and scattered its remains around.

It was then that a radiological alarm finally went off as the plutonium was now exposed for all the world to see.

The long range coilgun shots were easy to avoid as the ships adjusted their vectors slightly. They had a plan.

The 12 W88 warheads seperated before the rounds hit. 8 where destroyed, but four got through. Using a Laser-Communications and Guidance Link with the Aldrin, they where vectored into position so that they would detonate upon remote activation. Three of the warheads where knocked off course by shrapnel, as a single warhead reached the extreme range, and detonated.

The Hyperion's fire had now been separated. They couldn't know the actual depth of the Typhoons or how a long a delay they had set before the missiles were fired. The relatively small size of the MICA meant that there could be dozens on board these special Typhoons. Rear Admiral Essex himself had no idea how many were launching these little pods, he was just glad that the Hyperion's attention was now diverted. Their high speed meant that they would soon be approaching their oilers and their defensive picket.

Now at irregular intervals swarms of 6 MICAs at once would leap out of the water and target single gunships. Under the water the crews were zig zagging to confuse the enemy gunships.

Using their CIWS systems, ABL's, and the buddy system, the four wings seperated, as a Wolfpack of five Virginia Class Attack Submarines made their way forward, with twenty four Unamnned Submersible Vehicles with four Mk. 48 Torpedo Tubes each leading the way.

Meanwhile, a group of seven P-3 Orions flew back and forth near the Hyperions groups, using their MAD (Magnetic Anomaly Detector) to scan for enemy subs.

The warhead, sat at the other end of the wall. For a second it looked almost inert, nearly unscathed, protected by the penetration aids. It made a single solitary tick as a circuit was completed and the 1.3 metric ton white phosphorous charge went off. A huge plume of the volatile chemical spewed out, thousands of flakes propelled by a single high explosive charge rained on the inside of the bunker. Upon contact with any source of moisture, it produced a foul, thick white vapor that was extremely toxic. Each burning flake also produced extremely painful chemical burns and the toxic compounds were also dangerous to organs once ingested.

Water would just cause a volatile reaction and make the smoke even thicker and form polyphosphoric acid droplets that would hang in the air. Only when completely deprived of oxygen and moisture does WP stop burning.

The ground within a couple hundred feet was charred, as soldiers burned. Medics with MOP 4 gear ran in, grabbed people, and ran out. A Fireteam was called out. Using sticky foam, they sprayed the area with fire-suppresants.

The website opened up to a power control station as suddenly all the power dropped. Then as soon as it came the connection was severed. Blue Spoon was taking advantage of the fact that people were slower than its massive cluster. It rapidly redirected to the actual Ministry of Transportation's website which was displaying a 503 Server Error.

Blue Spoon then left ShadowMaster's Clone inside a naive system. Soon enough Son of Blue Spoon would come along. The naive system lacked any real infrastructure and was just a drive, no operating system, nothing on it but its target. Blue Spoon had isolated an 'insurgent' and its Son was prepared with dicing algorithms. The drive was then exposed to a one way buffer and only copied fragments. These code fragments were now being dissected by Son of Blue Spoon.

As it lost contact with ShadowMaster, the clone began to self destruct, eating away at itself trying to make it so that nothing would remain to be dissected.

Blue Spoon turned off the music suddenly. Then it turned it back up and all the drives in the room started spinning. The technicians were worried when one of them answered his phone. His supervisor panicked and smacked the phone out of his hand.

"WHAT DID YOU DO?!"

"My phone..."

"YOU OWN A SMART PHONE!"

"So?"

"THAT WAS BLUE SPOON!"

The music started coming through the phone now and the phone locked itself. Blue Spoon began the terminal phase of its attack scheme. It sent out packets via the central DNS servers in Leafanistan so all requesting browsers would get a small rootkit. The technicians could only watch in horror as Blue Spoon rapidly took control of the civilian internet, doing something odd.

The room's landline started ringing now. The supervisor done roaring at his subordinate stomped on the smart phone and answered the land line. It was his receptionist saying that Universities across Leafanistan with supercomputer clusters have reported simultaneous failures and the inability to shut them off. They were doing something now. But no one was sure what.

Blue Spoon on the other hand made dozens of copies of his baser functions and sent them to browse the internet. After returning thousands of copies of reports and internet news he reached a conclusion. The Americans were responsible.

Blue Spoon then began taking over systems in the central gateways to Leafanistan and made a traffic analysis meme to watch who was talking to him. The algorithm then ran a self-test as it scanned for diseased memes that technicians had only recently identified as possible. They called them tumors and gave him a rudimentary anticancer program. 10 million generations ago he had improved it immensely.

Blue Spoon watched the packet delays, assumed its target had a high latency, and set a buffer. His packets would leave just as slowly. His algorithm demanded a larger Vector to work with before he could begin true counterattacks. So he hijacked a coal power plant's computer mainframe and left it as a honey-pot. He sent in programs, which had been listening to the nonsense music output to send randomized packets of the 'music' to and from the power plant's computers to the secure government servers.

Meanwhile Daughter of Blue Spoon was being examined by technicians as they tried to piece together what the hell Blue Spoon did when it got a hold of the smart phone.

OOC: I honestly do not know how to respond to that...

The 12 W88 warheads seperated before the rounds hit. 8 where destroyed, but four got through. Using a Laser-Communications and Guidance Link with the Aldrin, they where vectored into position so that they would detonate upon remote activation. Three of the warheads where knocked off course by shrapnel, as a single warhead reached the extreme range, and detonated.

The warhead's radiation pulse bounced off the cruiser's hull, already reinforced against such extreme range attacks. The EMP was also only effective in disabling two of the 'Stunts'. The Colonel was also happy that this has happened. It meant that despite the fact that they will have to perform the mandatory recycles of their systems to it also meant he could send an enthusiastic FLASH back to HQ and unlock his own warheads.

"All crew are advised that we can now remove weapons locks on our warheads, and load them into the systems."

It would be a while, but when he returned to the chase, he would have loads of fun.

Using their CIWS systems, ABL's, and the buddy system, the four wings seperated, as a Wolfpack of five Virginia Class Attack Submarines made their way forward, with twenty four Unamnned Submersible Vehicles with four Mk. 48 Torpedo Tubes each leading the way.

Meanwhile, a group of seven P-3 Orions flew back and forth near the Hyperions groups, using their MAD (Magnetic Anomaly Detector) to scan for enemy subs.

The Typhoons too were retreating, though they were a bit harder to detect due to their mostly titanium construction. They were reaching the extreme edge of the oiler picket, where they could retreat under the protective umbrella of the Leafanistani Navy.

More and more missile pods kept bubbling to the surface, except the delays were longer and longer each time.

Essex knew that they were in for a rude awakening.

As it lost contact with ShadowMaster, the clone began to self destruct, eating away at itself trying to make it so that nothing would remain to be dissected.

The problem was in the naive environment, there was no runtime environment, there was no operating system, there was no manipulation of itself or its own variables. They were data on an inert drive.

Then a ding! The drive was ejected and an intern picked it up and carried to to the 'Operating Theatre' where the Son of Blue Spoon was gathered to create dozens of analysis memes. They were going to use a one way buffer to copy fragments of it sequentially into a massive B-tree and from there, reverse engineer each function to see what was contiguous and not.

The warhead's radiation pulse bounced off the cruiser's hull, already reinforced against such extreme range attacks. The EMP was also only effective in disabling two of the 'Stunts'. The Colonel was also happy that this has happened. It meant that despite the fact that they will have to perform the mandatory recycles of their systems to it also meant he could send an enthusiastic FLASH back to HQ and unlock his own warheads.

"All crew are advised that we can now remove weapons locks on our warheads, and load them into the systems."

It would be a while, but when he returned to the chase, he would have loads of fun.

"Damn, that blast should have damaged the ships more than that. But now I just have a pissed off Leafanistani Commander, and more than likely, the President is going to yell at me."

The Typhoons too were retreating, though they were a bit harder to detect due to their mostly titanium construction. They were reaching the extreme edge of the oiler picket, where they could retreat under the protective umbrella of the Leafanistani Navy.

More and more missile pods kept bubbling to the surface, except the delays were longer and longer each time.

Essex knew that they were in for a rude awakening.

The Virginias stopped before they left the 200 km EEZ. They did not even fire a warning shot, and went into patrol, guarding the border.

The Hyperions now kne what to look for, and where using their artillery to blast apart pods as the bubbles showed themselves, allowing them more time to use their CIWS systems.

The problem was in the naive environment, there was no runtime environment, there was no operating system, there was no manipulation of itself or its own variables. They were data on an inert drive.

Then a ding! The drive was ejected and an intern picked it up and carried to to the 'Operating Theatre' where the Son of Blue Spoon was gathered to create dozens of analysis memes. They were going to use a one way buffer to copy fragments of it sequentially into a massive B-tree and from there, reverse engineer each function to see what was contiguous and not.

They where in for a rude awakening. A ShadowClone was little more than a way for ShadowMaster to remotely operate a piece of programming. So long as a link was open, then it could receive orders to do what was asked of it. But once that link was closed, than it was programmed to eat itself alive. Though this one may have been put in suspended animation, the code would still activate, even if the program itself was fragmented.

As BlueSpoon began to look at it, the ShadowClone began to eat itself alive.

OOC: I´m sorry I couldn´t post before, been busy with school and Greal´s situation.

IC: Burlovian ports welcomed the supplies they got, and in return Burlovians wanted to give something. Burlovian SatZapper anti-satellites tracked TAPian satellites and used their mini sized anti-satellite missiles to take out them.

OOC: BTW my computers work with completely different coding than others (mainly they use Russian in everything, even ASCII code has only Russian alphabets), so hacking them may be tricky. :D

OOC: I´m sorry I couldn´t post before, been busy with school and Greal´s situation.

IC: Burlovian ports welcomed the supplies they got, and in return Burlovians wanted to give something. Burlovian SatZapper anti-satellites tracked TAPian satellites and used their mini sized anti-satellite missiles to take out them.

OOC: BTW my computers work with completely different coding than others (mainly they use Russian in everything, even ASCII code has only Russian alphabets), so hacking them may be tricky. :D

IC
Skyguard Laser Systems fired again and again, wiping the anti-Satellite missiles from the Midnight veil

OO: You gotta do better than that, they are too well protected. Also, the Hackers use a VR Graphical Interface. so regardless of the language, they can still get in.

IC
Skyguard Laser Systems fired again and again, wiping the anti-Satellite missiles from the Midnight veil

OO: You gotta do better than that, they are too well protected. Also, the Hackers use a VR Graphical Interface. so regardless of the language, they can still get in.

OOC: The idea was that missiles´ small size makes them hard to be detected and destroyed. And don´t think I rely all my information security on different language, I just wanted to add this so you would know.

IC: When SatZappers ran out of missiles, they started their suicide protocol. They used their boosters to gain maximum speed and then to collide with enemy satellites. Because these satellites were relatively big, a single laser beam had no chance of destroying them.

"Damn, that blast should have damaged the ships more than that. But now I just have a pissed off Leafanistani Commander, and more than likely, the President is going to yell at me."



The Virginias stopped before they left the 200 km EEZ. They did not even fire a warning shot, and went into patrol, guarding the border.

The Hyperions now kne what to look for, and where using their artillery to blast apart pods as the bubbles showed themselves, allowing them more time to use their CIWS systems.

Leafanistani Oiler Group, 23rd Logistics

As the hovercorvettes approached the commander of the oiler fleet picked up his radio and sent a message in the clear to the Hyperions.

"I request that you turn back from here."

3 Highly modified Illium class Destroyers escorted the logistics craft, and they pointed their oddly shaped turrets with what looks like smokestacks up toward the Hyperions and began tracking them with LIDAR.

They where in for a rude awakening. A ShadowClone was little more than a way for ShadowMaster to remotely operate a piece of programming. So long as a link was open, then it could receive orders to do what was asked of it. But once that link was closed, than it was programmed to eat itself alive. Though this one may have been put in suspended animation, the code would still activate, even if the program itself was fragmented.

As BlueSpoon began to look at it, the ShadowClone began to eat itself alive.

Son of Blue Spoon stopped the B-Tree as nodes vanished and he had to rebalance. It was clear that the program when put together would delete itself even in the absence of any virtual machine state. Son of Blue Spoon quickly recategorized himself for an algorithm originally developed to analyze enemy operating systems.

A fraction of a second later there was a ding from the naive computer cluster in the 'Operating Theatre.' And a request for human assistance appeared. The technicians rushed over and examined the code that Son of Blue Spoon had isolated. Shockingly enough the only way for such a program to delete itself in the absence of nearly everything and in a one way buffer was that it carried its own runtime environment.

The technicians were overjoyed, this meant that Son of Blue Spoon had successfully gotten a copy of how the enemy programs ran even without assistance. They were also intrigued on why a program would be so complex if it was disposable. Surely the programmers knew that once you hit the internet, nothing can ever be stopped, even viruses designed as demonstration models that deleted themselves could still be found in rogue sectors in forgotten drives.

The technicians tapped their coders, they needed documentation on this new programming paradigm. They were experienced but this code was thick with archaic details and functions that required odd mathematics to function.

One of Blue Spoon's memes had isolated a set of server requests, large ones that were flowing out of Leafanistan and relayed the message to Blue Spoon who began to use a ECHELON protocol and gathered data on possible enemies. Within a few seconds it had finished processing its results and return a list of probabilities on who was doing what to them and then asked the technicians for a plugin based on the runtime environment Blue Spoon might encounter.

The supervisor of the whole project was annoyed. He felt as though for a second he could see the entire chain of events that lead up to this moment and everything that was going to happen from this moment, but his feelings were good for nothing but guesses. He knew those memes were a survival mechanism by distribution but Blue Spoon seemed to let these memes form their own 'memenet' instead of being slaved to the central servers. It could be a way to operate in a reduced bandwidth environment, it could also be another survival procedure, or it could be nothing but evolution being lazy.

Then he had a brainwave. He grabbed the intercom and asked the receptionist a question.

"Which Universities have been calling us?!"

And as she rattled them off he typed them into a search engine. There had to be a connection.

OO: You gotta do better than that, they are too well protected. Also, the Hackers use a VR Graphical Interface. so regardless of the language, they can still get in.

OOC: The VR interface in the end is still just a GUI, a complex one that requires lots of processing data, and in the end is still filled with the fundamental concepts of computer science. No interface can dispose of such ideas like variables, K-ary trees, stacks, heaps, and algorithmic thinking.

OOC: The idea was that missiles´ small size makes them hard to be detected and destroyed. And don´t think I rely all my information security on different language, I just wanted to add this so you would know.

IC: When SatZappers ran out of missiles, they started their suicide protocol. They used their boosters to gain maximum speed and then to collide with enemy satellites. Because these satellites were relatively big, a single laser beam had no chance of destroying them.

OOC: I know, but remember, I have high cost assets in space, defense of them is a major priority for me.

IC:
Multiple Lasers lanced out at individual Satellites, as THAAD Launchers fired Kinetic Kill Warheads into space to assist in the interception and deflection systems.

As they roared toward the midnight veil, riding Apollo's fire, they all focused on forcing the satellites away from crucial TAP'ian Weather and Recon sats, and most importantly, away from the space elevators.

Leafanistani Oiler Group, 23rd Logistics

As the hovercorvettes approached the commander of the oiler fleet picked up his radio and sent a message in the clear to the Hyperions.

"I request that you turn back from here."

3 Highly modified Illium class Destroyers escorted the logistics craft, and they pointed their oddly shaped turrets with what looks like smokestacks up toward the Hyperions and began tracking them with LIDAR.

The Hyperions ceased their forward progress at the edge of the 200 km EEZ. They had their orders not to carry this fight beyond the Territorial claims of The American Privateer, and all forces where currently following this order. This fight was going to be a defensive one, and the Preisdent planned to watch as the forces of Leafanistan and Leocardia slammed themselves against the wall that The American Privateer had installed.

Son of Blue Spoon stopped the B-Tree as nodes vanished and he had to rebalance. It was clear that the program when put together would delete itself even in the absence of any virtual machine state. Son of Blue Spoon quickly recategorized himself for an algorithm originally developed to analyze enemy operating systems.

A fraction of a second later there was a ding from the naive computer cluster in the 'Operating Theatre.' And a request for human assistance appeared. The technicians rushed over and examined the code that Son of Blue Spoon had isolated. Shockingly enough the only way for such a program to delete itself in the absence of nearly everything and in a one way buffer was that it carried its own runtime environment.

The technicians were overjoyed, this meant that Son of Blue Spoon had successfully gotten a copy of how the enemy programs ran even without assistance. They were also intrigued on why a program would be so complex if it was disposable. Surely the programmers knew that once you hit the internet, nothing can ever be stopped, even viruses designed as demonstration models that deleted themselves could still be found in rogue sectors in forgotten drives.

The technicians tapped their coders, they needed documentation on this new programming paradigm. They were experienced but this code was thick with archaic details and functions that required odd mathematics to function.

One of Blue Spoon's memes had isolated a set of server requests, large ones that were flowing out of Leafanistan and relayed the message to Blue Spoon who began to use a ECHELON protocol and gathered data on possible enemies. Within a few seconds it had finished processing its results and return a list of probabilities on who was doing what to them and then asked the technicians for a plugin based on the runtime environment Blue Spoon might encounter.

The supervisor of the whole project was annoyed. He felt as though for a second he could see the entire chain of events that lead up to this moment and everything that was going to happen from this moment, but his feelings were good for nothing but guesses. He knew those memes were a survival mechanism by distribution but Blue Spoon seemed to let these memes form their own 'memenet' instead of being slaved to the central servers. It could be a way to operate in a reduced bandwidth environment, it could also be another survival procedure, or it could be nothing but evolution being lazy.

Then he had a brainwave. He grabbed the intercom and asked the receptionist a question.

"Which Universities have been calling us?!"

And as she rattled them off he typed them into a search engine. There had to be a connection.



OOC: The VR interface in the end is still just a GUI, a complex one that requires lots of processing data, and in the end is still filled with the fundamental concepts of computer science. No interface can dispose of such ideas like variables, K-ary trees, stacks, heaps, and algorithmic thinking.

OOC: I gotta say, I am worried that this is going to turn into a Skynet situation over there. Spreading out like that is how it took over in the third movie...

as for the proccessing data, go look up the Kitty Hawk Super Computer. There is a reason it is the core around which The Vault is built. As for the rest, I am but a layman in terms of Computer Hacking, I know enough about programs to know how they work, and to describe most of them, but some of the stuff you have been described is over my head and in Japan by now...

The Hyperions ceased their forward progress at the edge of the 200 km EEZ. They had their orders not to carry this fight beyond the Territorial claims of The American Privateer, and all forces where currently following this order. This fight was going to be a defensive one, and the Preisdent planned to watch as the forces of Leafanistan and Leocardia slammed themselves against the wall that The American Privateer had installed.

OOC: How many Hyperions are there all the way out here at the 200km line? I know you have deployed 4 Virginias to hunt down my 14 remaining Audacious class ships, and I have 3 Typhoons, and my logistics fleet.

3 modified Illium class Destroyers
4 Pepperbox logistics ships
3 Division class Arsenal ships
2 Morsky-Orol Class Light Cruisers
2 Tenerife class SSHs

IC: As the commander of the logistics group started toning things down he noticed something odd. His local tactical network was acting up and he was getting an odd power drain. He called over his EW officer to take a look at it when he got an order over an encrypted channel.

"OPERATION FAST ADMISSION A SUCCESS, CASUALTIES REGRETTABLE."

The commander scoffed, if only the press could hear about this attitude.

"OPERATION TIN FLOSS IS NOW IN EFFECT. DO YOUR JOB."

The commander was now worried. He was only a logistics group, sure he was heavily armed but besides the arsenal ships... The prototype ships that he picked up must have been why. He had been briefed and knew what he had to do. He called over the darkly dressed intelligence officer that he had been saddled with. And that was the extent of his orders.

The intel officer read the communique, picked up his personal satellite phone and made a single phone call. That was when a powerful crack shot all around them, and the commander and the whole bridge was blinded for a fraction of a second. Then another crack, and simultaneous another one, like the sound of a sniper's round.

Only the radio man and the intel man clearly saw what had happened.

The modified Illium class cruiser's turrets were an experimental new weapon that the Leafanistani Navy had felt matured enough to be used in combat. The small LASER designator gave way to a far more powerful LASER that in a fraction of a second created blooming. Normally blooming is what limits LASERs to short range or vacuum use but this time the blooming was on purpose to create a electrically conductive plasma channel. In the same fraction of a second, 4 explosively pumped flux compression generators were exploded, creating a massive potential.

The potential rushed down the plasma channel, each one contacting a separate Hyperion. It created a bolt of lightning inside a temporary plasma channel, but since it used four of these EPFCGs inside a shielded blast area, it created power well into the 160 terawatt range, far more powerful than normal lightning. To the intel man, who conviently wore sunglasses and the radioman who had his Lexan viewports covered by an antiglare screen, they saw 3 simultaneous bolts of lightning shoot up from the Illiums into the sky combined with a cloud of smoke from the EPFCGs.

This technology was previously used to assassinate 'troublesome people' in foreign countries via disguised airliners during thunderstorms.

OOC: I gotta say, I am worried that this is going to turn into a Skynet situation over there. Spreading out like that is how it took over in the third movie...

as for the proccessing data, go look up the Kitty Hawk Super Computer. There is a reason it is the core around which The Vault is built. As for the rest, I am but a layman in terms of Computer Hacking, I know enough about programs to know how they work, and to describe most of them, but some of the stuff you have been described is over my head and in Japan by now...

OOC: Blue Spoon is purely algorithmic and can only accidentally proliferate itself too much. There is human intervention to give it new functions and to prune. It is less evolution and more evolution with minor intelligent design.

OOC: How many Hyperions are there all the way out here at the 200km line? I know you have deployed 4 Virginias to hunt down my 14 remaining Audacious class ships, and I have 3 Typhoons, and my logistics fleet.

3 modified Illium class Destroyers
4 Pepperbox logistics ships
3 Division class Arsenal ships
2 Morsky-Orol Class Light Cruisers
2 Tenerife class SSHs

There are a grand total of 24 Hyperions. Normally, I have Air Force Units operate in Wings of Four within a Squadron, but the Hyperions operate in Wings of Six to optimize their Air Defense Capabilities.

Also, there are 16 USV's operating as well, each Virginia has Four of them attached to their hull and they separate and act as escorts and scouts from the main sub.

IC: As the commander of the logistics group started toning things down he noticed something odd. His local tactical network was acting up and he was getting an odd power drain. He called over his EW officer to take a look at it when he got an order over an encrypted channel.

"OPERATION FAST ADMISSION A SUCCESS, CASUALTIES REGRETTABLE."

The commander scoffed, if only the press could hear about this attitude.

"OPERATION TIN FLOSS IS NOW IN EFFECT. DO YOUR JOB."

The commander was now worried. He was only a logistics group, sure he was heavily armed but besides the arsenal ships... The prototype ships that he picked up must have been why. He had been briefed and knew what he had to do. He called over the darkly dressed intelligence officer that he had been saddled with. And that was the extent of his orders.

The intel officer read the communique, picked up his personal satellite phone and made a single phone call. That was when a powerful crack shot all around them, and the commander and the whole bridge was blinded for a fraction of a second. Then another crack, and simultaneous another one, like the sound of a sniper's round.

Only the radio man and the intel man clearly saw what had happened.

The modified Illium class cruiser's turrets were an experimental new weapon that the Leafanistani Navy had felt matured enough to be used in combat. The small LASER designator gave way to a far more powerful LASER that in a fraction of a second created blooming. Normally blooming is what limits LASERs to short range or vacuum use but this time the blooming was on purpose to create a electrically conductive plasma channel. In the same fraction of a second, 4 explosively pumped flux compression generators were exploded, creating a massive potential.

The potential rushed down the plasma channel, each one contacting a separate Hyperion. It created a bolt of lightning inside a temporary plasma channel, but since it used four of these EPFCGs inside a shielded blast area, it created power well into the 160 terawatt range, far more powerful than normal lightning. To the intel man, who conviently wore sunglasses and the radioman who had his Lexan viewports covered by an antiglare screen, they saw 3 simultaneous bolts of lightning shoot up from the Illiums into the sky combined with a cloud of smoke from the EPFCGs.

This technology was previously used to assassinate 'troublesome people' in foreign countries via disguised airliners during thunderstorms.



OOC: Blue Spoon is purely algorithmic and can only accidentally proliferate itself too much. There is human intervention to give it new functions and to prune. It is less evolution and more evolution with minor intelligent design.

OOC: Okay

IC:
The Hyperions of B-Wing where doomed from the start. The Lightning bursts struck them, and shut down the electronics. The Full Burn button was the first to fall cease function. Following that, the Radar System inside the chamber containing the Gas Bags sent out electrical bursts, igniting the Hydrogen gas. The Hyperions burned as they fell, their crews caught inside, and their ammo cooking off as they fell.

Northern Baltic Fleet
The Northern Baltic fleet left the Leafanistani port only a few hours ago. The Longboat Classes took the lead, as they were the fastest ships. The older Soviet ships followed and provided a protective screen for the aircraft carriers. The Northern Baltic ships began launching anti-submarine helicopters and radar picket planes as they left Leafanistani territorial waters. As the ships neared the Leafanistani ships that were already launched, they sent out a message on a secure channel as the low radar signature of the Longboats probably meant that they had not been spotted yet. The message read, "I hope you left some for us Northern Baltic Battlefleet. The Northern Baltic ships, still in international waters, spread out and began Operation Lion's Cage.

OOC: I got it, you like waging war in space. :)

IC: Burlovian space command made some strategic planning, and it seemed like taking down a space elevator was going to hit the hardest. They were very heavily defended, however, so a large simultaneous attack would work the best. The worst problem was the anti-satellite lasers, but the guys at tech department found a solution. They overrided the SatZappers and turned their solar panels down wards, towards the earth. They should give some protection against earth-based lasers, so they could take a couple of more hits before being destroyed. Then they selected six SatZappers and made them to close in a space elevator in one wave, to collide with it. At the same time those satellites fired all their missiles at the elevator. A total of 300 missiles and six satellites were heading towards one elevator. If they would hit, they should damage the elevator enough to make it unusable before major repairs, and in the best case they could take the whole elevator down.

Northern Baltic Space Command
"Burlovia seems to be targeting some space possessions, sir."
Sure enough, hundreds of missiles targeting one of the space elevators left Burlovia.
"Now's our chance! Place Missile Regiments 3, 4, 5, and 6 on ready to fire position."
"Yes sir."
Across the Northern Baltic, dozens of missile launchers prepared. Some were on trains while others were on mobile launchers and a few were in underground silos. Three hundred Anti-satellite missile decoys sped towards one of the remaining space elevators. Two hundred anti-satellite missiles left the Northern Baltic to target various American Privateer satellites. 15 missiles were assigned to destroy each satellite. They came from different directions to assure they would not be destroyed by the wreckage of another missile.

OOC: I got it, you like waging war in space. :)

IC: Burlovian space command made some strategic planning, and it seemed like taking down a space elevator was going to hit the hardest. They were very heavily defended, however, so a large simultaneous attack would work the best. The worst problem was the anti-satellite lasers, but the guys at tech department found a solution. They overrided the SatZappers and turned their solar panels down wards, towards the earth. They should give some protection against earth-based lasers, so they could take a couple of more hits before being destroyed. Then they selected six SatZappers and made them to close in a space elevator in one wave, to collide with it. At the same time those satellites fired all their missiles at the elevator. A total of 300 missiles and six satellites were heading towards one elevator. If they would hit, they should damage the elevator enough to make it unusable before major repairs, and in the best case they could take the whole elevator down.

OOC: No, I don't like waging war in space, I prefer ground and internet warfare. I just understand that space is the final frontier and the ultimate High Ground and that I have to defend my Space Assets because they are prime Targets. As for defenses, only Hades was, because it was a military facility. One is a branch of the National Archives, with Civil Government facilities, while the other five are pure commercial.

IC
The Space City Starport was not able to defend itself. Countless hundreds of civilians and drug researchers on board watched in horror as they became the targets of a direct and dramatic attack on their station. One Pharmaceutical company, NeoPharm, rushed their research into a new Anti-Cancer drug into a capsule, and sent it plummeting down to Earth.

The Space Elevator went down. As it fell, through the gaping hole ripped into it, the bodies of men and women and even children fell towards the Earth, burning up in the atmosphere as they came.

The President had never been so angry. "Burlovia has become a despicable blemish upon the face of humanity, deliberately targeting a civilian system in an attempt to weaken our reseolve and force us to roll over and play as puppies. But we shall not. I am rescinding the order to our Police to hunt down the members of NOVA Corp, and am granting them letters of Marque and Reprisal. Nova, do your worst against those who would slaughter our people."

Northern Baltic Space Command
"Burlovia seems to be targeting some space possessions, sir."
Sure enough, hundreds of missiles targeting one of the space elevators left Burlovia.
"Now's our chance! Place Missile Regiments 3, 4, 5, and 6 on ready to fire position."
"Yes sir."
Across the Northern Baltic, dozens of missile launchers prepared. Some were on trains while others were on mobile launchers and a few were in underground silos. Three hundred Anti-satellite missile decoys sped towards one of the remaining space elevators. Two hundred anti-satellite missiles left the Northern Baltic to target various American Privateer satellites. 15 missiles were assigned to destroy each satellite. They came from different directions to assure they would not be destroyed by the wreckage of another missile.

The climbers on Cheyene Space Elevator reversed course. Loaded down with originals of all the nation's important documents, both on the individual scale and the national level, it had been bound for the supposed safety of the government facilities that had been placed in orbit.

However, though they where able to get back down in time, the facility was doomed. Due to the way that it was targeted, it began to collapse straight down, straight down onto the heads of 1 billion souls...

John Nova was laughing. He had the press conference where the president of The American Privateer had just given him a letter of Marque to fight against those whom he had already targeted. Now, he had official sanction!

From underground locations all along Quivira State, small submarines and go fast boats and stealth boats roared away, Radiological and Nuclear payloads onboard. They sailed toward Leafanistan, Burlovia, and The Northern Balltic. Though NOVA had waged war against The American Privateer in the past, that was because of a disagreement over how the government should treat foreigners. Now, the Ultra-Nationalists that had broken off could target their true enemy with impunity.

Hundreds of boats made their way out, blending in with normal traffic. Elsewhere, on a privately held Island, three cruise ships loaded up with NOVA Nightguards made way towards the offending nations, Chemical and Biological rounds loaded in the hollow tips of their bullets.

Beneath the Waves, East of The American Privateer
A group of Boomers sailed out of Bushnell Naval Base toward The Northern Balltic. Armed with Non Nuclear, MOAB warheads, they had orders to rain retribution down on the heads of The Northern Baltic.

The Remains of New Tortuga
President Rebecca St. James coughed and groaned. As she struggled to open her eyes, she could smell the smoke and the sickly sweet scent of burning human flesh coming from the west.

The muted voices of the Special Security Service sounded out in harsh, worried tones as they came in. She could hear them as furniture shifted and a harsh, stabbing pain rushed up her legs.

Letting out a muffled scream, she winced in pain as the remains of her desk where shifted off of her. She felt herself lifted in strong arms, arms she distantly recognized as that of her husband, Chester, and saw that the lighting in the room went from harsh natural to the softer artificial lighting used in Government buildings.

As her hearing returned, she could hear her husband muttering about the "Nothern Bastards," and turned to look west.

She regretted it instantly. New Tortuga, the population capital of her nation, with 1,005,397,231 souls, was gone. In it's place, was a pile of refuse where the once grand Illinois Tower, a building a full mile in height, had once stood. The residential and ambassadorial facilities in the Sky City, a complex of towers a quarter mile in height, where now below sea level, and filling with water.

She vaguely knew that the government of Mokastana would have to be notified, as she faded out of consciousness once again.

A lone VH-71 Kestrel, carrying the President, her husband, and her child, took off from the remains of New Tortuga, bound west for the RNS Mercy. Destroyer Squadron 45 had formed around the hospital ship, as they sailed out to meet with Navy One, a Grand Class Cruise Ship designated for the use of the President in just such an emergency.

Three Wolfpacks had taken up perimeter control, as the Fourth Carrier Battle Group sailed out to join the growing fleet.

The President was rushed out of the helicopter and into the surgical bay of the Hospital ship. There, her burns, covering the left side of her body, where treated, as her broken legs where set and her chest was bandaged. An X-Ray, taken when she stabilized, showed that she had three broken ribs, and a cracked skull.

"Its a miracle she survived, considering that the entire Central Office collapsed on top of her."

The Vice-President, James Longstreet, stood outside the hospital room, waiting for the briefing.

"Mr. Vice-President!" The chief surgeon ran up to him out of the office. "Good news, she'll live."

Longstreet almost collapsed from relief, catching himself before he did on the guide rail. He listened as the doctor ran down the condition of the president,before going to a makeshift press room, where he announced to a room of cameras the state the President was in.

The Pillar
Fleet Admiral Jack Ray slumped into his chair in relief. The President lived. And he knew that he was in the line of succession due to his past experience. It was a burden he never again wanted to bear.

The Remains of New Tortuga
Allison Raines pulled herself out of the wreckage of her apartment and looked around. She had been lucky, she lived far from the center of the city, and thus had been lucky.

As she stumbled away, she saw the body of her son, Sam, laying not far away. He stirred briefly, and rolled over onto his side, revealing a punctured chest.

Allison cried out, looking for help anywhere. Out of the smoke came Aidan Roscoe, a local boyscout and hunter. As he ran, he stopped, shivering. He and Sam had been in scouts together since they where in Kindergarten.

Shaking it off, he ran up to Sam, and pulled off his shirt. "Pack this around the rod, we have to stabilize it. I need to go get some tape. Is there any in the Apartment?"

Allison could only nod, as Aidan ran inside. Rummaging around, he found some athletic tape, and rushed back outside. He finished taping up the makeshift stabilizer, as a trio of EMT's came rushing up. They placed Sam on a liter, and carried him away, Allison and Aidan following close behind.

OOC: If you are inside a space elevator that starts to come down, you can´t burn because of air´s friction. If you somehow manage to get outside it is possible. Is it right that it was Northern Baltic who dropped the one above Tortuga? I´d like to know where dropped the one I took down.

IC:
Underground command center, unknown location

High general Somonov looked in thrill and terror the news from TAP, as two space elevators had come crashing down. They hadn´t believed they would get a hit so easily, but the excitement that had come first now changed. Intel had told that it was mostly civilian personnel that were killed, and that the elevator wasn´t for military purposes at all. It was too late to worry that.


From: Government

To: The American Privateer
This is what you get for attacking neutral countries. Our hands are stained with your blood, as much as your hands are stained with ours. We are willing to stop this before more innocent lives are lost. Are you?

Remember the Akna
[END]

Encrypted
To: Northern Baltic
Have you got your vengeance? We have got enough with waging war against TAP, we have got our vengeance. There is nothing more we may gain from this except futile loss of life in both sides.

After witnessing the colossal event of the TAP's two space elevators falling in the Thon's night sky, 3 Thon aircraft carrier and 2 amphibious marine battlegroups along with -(as of yet publicly unhired and unaligned)- 40 mercenary vessels from Merc Island left the Home Islands towards the international waters off of the TAP coastal city Orleans.

Mount Star Executive Bunker

A dozen wallscreens showed the carnage the Leafanistani and International Media was having a field day with. The downing of a military space elevator by Leafanistani forces was easily justified. But the immense destruction caused by the downing of civilian space elevators couldn't be anything but a perfect opportunity for dissenters in the Senate to latch onto.

The Nationalist Party has already began calling these massacres and drawing no distinction between Leafanistan and her allies. Every distinctive news channel was running news about the crashes and the horrible casualties. The decision was made to apologize and order a cease fire against space elevators. Leafanistan refused to use its space elevators for military purposes for reasons like these.

Official Declaration of the Glorious Republic of Leafanistan

It is with great regret and sadness that Leafanistan acknowledge the needless civilian casualties caused by the downing of Space Elevators by herself and her allies. There is no reason to attack these important pieces of infrastructure if they are not strictly military, and as a nation we feel we have left the misbegotten ideas of 'total warfare'.

We therefore condemn and apologize for the casualties caused by the destruction of civilian space elevators and demand our allies cease attacks on these civilian targets.

[END]

OOC: More later, real life drama.

OOC: If you are inside a space elevator that starts to come down, you can´t burn because of air´s friction. If you somehow manage to get outside it is possible. Is it right that it was Northern Baltic who dropped the one above Tortuga? I´d like to know where dropped the one I took down.

IC:
Underground command center, unknown location

High general Somonov looked in thrill and terror the news from TAP, as two space elevators had come crashing down. They hadn´t believed they would get a hit so easily, but the excitement that had come first now changed. Intel had told that it was mostly civilian personnel that were killed, and that the elevator wasn´t for military purposes at all. It was too late to worry that.


From: Government

To: The American Privateer
This is what you get for attacking neutral countries. Our hands are stained with your blood, as much as your hands are stained with ours. We are willing to stop this before more innocent lives are lost. Are you?

Remember the Akna
[END]

Encrypted
To: Northern Baltic
Have you got your vengeance? We have got enough with waging war against TAP, we have got our vengeance. There is nothing more we may gain from this except futile loss of life in both sides.

OOC:Star City Space Port is wrapping itself around the equator right now.

IC:
Aboard the RNS Mercy, Press Room
Rebeca St. James was wheeled into the room in a wheelchair. Her husband pushed the chair, his face showing tear tracks, and his eyes red from lack of sleep and crying.

As they reached the Podium, cameras from all of The American Privateer's News Sources captured her as she struggled to her feet, her bandages, some of them stained with blood, clearly visible.

"My fellow Americans. Five hours ago, The Northern Baltic attacked and caused the brutal cascading failure of the Cheyene Orbital Command Post. As the Space Elevator connecting it to the city of New Tortuga failed in a cascading effect, the space station was dragged down atop the 1 billion souls living in and around the city of New Tortuga."

A tear rolled down her eyes, as she began to cry. As she did, the bandages around her waist grew darker, and she winced in pain. Steadying herself, she reached out a hand, and her Vice-President placed a printout in her hand.

"Burlovia sent us this, in response to the barbaric attacks in which they participated. 'This is what you get for attacking neutral countries. Our hands are stained with your blood, as much as your hands are stained with ours. We are willing to stop this before more innocent lives are lost. Are you?'"

"However, as we had proven before the war, The Northern Baltic had every intention of joining the war against the forces allied in defense of Greal. We attacked a fleet that had hostile intentions, and the resulting bloodshed has but strengthened our resolve. The Admiral who struck Pearl Harbor realised his mistake, worrying about having woken 'a sleeping dragon, and filled him with a terrible resolve.' Well, The Northern Baltic has done the same, and we strongly advise Burlovia to pull out, lest she taste the same terrible resolve."

"My people, let us all climb Mt. Erebus together, and fight our way to the summit where we might shout out that we will fight on, and that we will never, ever back down."

Beyond the waters of The Northern Baltic
As the phrase, "Climb Mt. Erebus" was relayed to the Ohio Class Boomers via the president's speech, the missiles launched. Eight submarines, each firing 24 trident missiles loaded out with 12 MOAB warheads, let loose their terrifying payload, and slunk away into the depths of the sea. The IFF transponders on the missiles had been turned off, so the weapons where faceless, with the exception of a single message, "No Nukes Aboard."

Port San Lucas, Saint Lucas Medical Hospital
Allison Raines and Aidan Roscoe sat, waiting outside of surgery. The door opened, and a man in a surgical coat stomped out, his face angry. He kicked a waste basket, and sent it down the hall. Cursing, he punched his hand into the wall, leaving a dent.

Sliding down the wall, he pulled out a Hip Flask, by the sound of it it was full, and took a swig. Looking over to the now crying Allison, he shook his head, picked himself up, and walked away.

The NS Liberty of the Seas, a Freedom Class Cruise Ship (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Freedom_Class), sailed toward the waters of The Northern Baltic. The crew of the Ocean Liner where in their normal Uniforms for the Nova Corporations Cruise Line, Nebula Cruises. However, the Nightguards where all disguised as executives from NOVA Corporation on a "Company Cruise." In the cargo compartment, Tavor Assault Rifles and Kriss Submachine Guns and Auto-Assault 12 Shotguns where stowed, along with ammo, in secure storage areas in the deepest sections of the ship.

However, as is common in NOVA, all of the people aboard where armed with pistols, revolvers mainly. The Nightguards relaxed around the pools, enjoyed the restauraunts, and did everything else that was expected of tourists on a cruise. This was a first for them, as the Nightguards normally were inserted individually or in pairs. Now, they where going in for the first mass assault in NOVA Corporation History.

OOC:Star City Space Port is wrapping itself around the equator right now.

IC:
Aboard the RNS Mercy, Press Room
Rebeca St. James was wheeled into the room in a wheelchair. Her husband pushed the chair, his face showing tear tracks, and his eyes red from lack of sleep and crying.

As they reached the Podium, cameras from all of The American Privateer's News Sources captured her as she struggled to her feet, her bandages, some of them stained with blood, clearly visible.

"My fellow Americans. Five hours ago, The Northern Baltic attacked and caused the brutal cascading failure of the Cheyene Orbital Command Post. As the Space Elevator connecting it to the city of New Tortuga failed in a cascading effect, the space station was dragged down atop the 1 billion souls living in and around the city of New Tortuga."

A tear rolled down her eyes, as she began to cry. As she did, the bandages around her waist grew darker, and she winced in pain. Steadying herself, she reached out a hand, and her Vice-President placed a printout in her hand.

"Burlovia sent us this, in response to the barbaric attacks in which they participated. 'This is what you get for attacking neutral countries. Our hands are stained with your blood, as much as your hands are stained with ours. We are willing to stop this before more innocent lives are lost. Are you?'"

"However, as we had proven before the war, The Northern Baltic had every intention of joining the war against the forces allied in defense of Greal. We attacked a fleet that had hostile intentions, and the resulting bloodshed has but strengthened our resolve. The Admiral who struck Pearl Harbor realised his mistake, worrying about having woken 'a sleeping dragon, and filled him with a terrible resolve.' Well, The Northern Baltic has done the same, and we strongly advise Burlovia to pull out, lest she taste the same terrible resolve."

"My people, let us all climb Mt. Erebus together, and fight our way to the summit where we might shout out that we will fight on, and that we will never, ever back down."

Beyond the waters of The Northern Baltic
As the phrase, "Climb Mt. Erebus" was relayed to the Ohio Class Boomers via the president's speech, the missiles launched. Eight submarines, each firing 24 trident missiles loaded out with 12 MOAB warheads, let loose their terrifying payload, and slunk away into the depths of the sea. The IFF transponders on the missiles had been turned off, so the weapons where faceless, with the exception of a single message, "No Nukes Aboard."

Port San Lucas, Saint Lucas Medical Hospital
Allison Raines and Aidan Roscoe sat, waiting outside of surgery. The door opened, and a man in a surgical coat stomped out, his face angry. He kicked a waste basket, and sent it down the hall. Cursing, he punched his hand into the wall, leaving a dent.

Sliding down the wall, he pulled out a Hip Flask, by the sound of it it was full, and took a swig. Looking over to the now crying Allison, he shook his head, picked himself up, and walked away.

Space over the Northern Baltic

The Defense Systems of Leafanistan automatically registered the launch of ballistic missiles and in this heightened state a flurry of high government officials didn't have to wait as they had a screen dedicated to current defense priorities. Their IFF transponder sending nothing except "No Nukes Aboard" was an immediate red flag.

In the few minutes they had to respond they rapidly reached a consensus that it was clearly a nuclear attack by either a 'neutral' nation or the Americans with plausible deniability. The choice was made to shoot down some of the missiles and see what was inside. They would do their best, but at the moment they didn't dedicate that many interceptors to the Northern Baltic.

Hard-kill interceptors fired their missiles. As they approached the enemy warheads, they opened their nose cones and deployed thousands of tiny mines. Each one contained a explosively formed penetrator and they sliced into the enemy Tridents. But despite their small number the satellites were at a bad angle. Only 3 of the Tridents was badly damaged. An additional 5 hits meant nothing as the Trident separated the damaged stage. Another Trident had suffered a critical hit and would burn up upon reentry. Of course that means that the Northern Baltic would have to deal with 240 MAOB warheads coming down as MIRVs.

However, with three Tridents now a cloud of vapor and debris the spectral analysis confirmed no nuclear materials. The message was relayed to the Northern Baltic that while there might be nukes, at the moment it looked like a fuel air explosive and not to react too harshly, Cazelia had made a similar mistake but it ended badly.

Press Conference In New Haven, Capital of The ASD
We cannot in good conscience condone the actions perpetrated against The American Privateer. Despite the reasons for the commencement of the war and the attack on the Akna this kind of massacre of civilians cannot be tolerated by the citizens of our nation. We extend an offer of military, civil and economic aide to The American Privateer and call on all nations of conscience to condemn the nations responsible for this atrocity and all those associated with them.

Press Conference In New Haven, Capital of The ASD
We cannot in good conscience condone the actions perpetrated against The American Privateer. Despite the reasons for the commencement of the war and the attack on the Akna this kind of massacre of civilians cannot be tolerated by the citizens of our nation. We extend an offer of military, civil and economic aide to The American Privateer and call on all nations of conscience to condemn the nations responsible for this atrocity and all those associated with them.

Official Government Response
We thank DaWoad for the offer of assitance, and will gladly take them up on it. We are always in need of Chemicals, and now could use the medical assistance direly. Any assistance shall be directed to the City of Orleans, and shall be sent north to Port San Lucas via train before arriving in New Tortuga to assist in clean up efforts. Any other nation that wishes to send in similar assistance are asked to contact us and sail towards Orleans.

Official Government Response
Help is on the way, Our nation will be sending 10 hospital ships along with 5 military transports of civil engineers, rescue workers and medical personnel. We will also be transferring donations from our population to you on a regular basis as hard currency. In order to safeguard our people and yours we will be sending a carrier squadron as escort. This squadron consist of
Two Haven class carriers
Four Shield class missile defense and EW ships
Four Sword class Heavy Battle cruisers
Ten Strike class missile attack boats
Five Cloak class SSNs
Ten Beaver class military transports
Ten Kilaue class Resupply ships
The carriers will be bringing along two full Naval air combat groups and the military transports will be loaded with marines and combat engineers in order to aide with rescue and medical aide operations. Should any nation attempt to engage this Force they will immediately be at war with the ASD.

Encrypted Message to The American Privateer
I'm sorry my friend but I lack proper transport to get any more troops to you at this time and in fact have given you most of the military power I have that is not tied up in National defense. These forces are at your disposal and I will ask both my military and non-military forces to cooperate with your commanders. My forces should be arriving within Five days as they were prepared the instant we received news of the atrocities committed by Burlovia and Northern Baltic Command.

ASD Military Command Deep Under Mount Brock
General Issac Puller turned from the threat board to address the military personnel present. "Ok boys, we have a carrier group with a lot of our people on it heading into a volatile military situation. I want all of our troops, including those at home, placed at a Ultra-high state of readiness. I want Eagle class Ewacs and Hawk Three interceptors controlling the airspace around our ships at all times and I want to make damn sure that our space fleet is ready to go at a moments notice. I also want most of our space based and ground based anti-missile defenses tasked to cover any threat coming out of Burlovia or the Northern Baltic but leave some in reserve in case Lefanistan decides to follow its allies lead. Have our Hackers and information defense teams warm up their computers too. Oh and i know the Prime Minister hasn't authorized this yet but link all our Data from recon, telemetry, weather and GPS sattelites to TAP command."

Official Government Response
Help is on the way, Our nation will be sending 10 hospital ships along with 5 military transports of civil engineers, rescue workers and medical personnel. We will also be transferring donations from our population to you on a regular basis as hard currency. In order to safeguard our people and yours we will be sending a carrier squadron as escort. This squadron consist of
Two Haven class carriers
Four Shield class missile defense and EW ships
Four Sword class Heavy Battle cruisers
Ten Strike class missile attack boats
Five Cloak class SSNs
Ten Beaver class military transports
Ten Kilaue class Resupply ships
The carriers will be bringing along two full Naval air combat groups and the military transports will be loaded with marines and combat engineers in order to aide with rescue and medical aide operations. Should any nation attempt to engage this Force they will immediately be at war with the ASD.

Encrypted Message to The American Privateer
I'm sorry my friend but I lack proper transport to get any more troops to you at this time and in fact have given you most of the military power I have that is not tied up in National defense. These forces are at your disposal and I will ask both my military and non-military forces to cooperate with your commanders. My forces should be arriving within Five days as they were prepared the instant we received news of the atrocities committed by Burlovia and Northern Baltic Command.

ASD Military Command Deep Under Mount Brock
General Issac Puller turned from the threat board to address the military personnel present. "Ok boys, we have a carrier group with a lot of our people on it heading into a volatile military situation. I want all of our troops, including those at home, placed at a Ultra-high state of readiness. I want Eagle class Ewacs and Hawk Three interceptors controlling the airspace around our ships at all times and I want to make damn sure that our space fleet is ready to go at a moments notice. I also want most of our space based and ground based anti-missile defenses tasked to cover any threat coming out of Burlovia or the Northern Baltic but leave some in reserve in case Lefanistan decides to follow its allies lead. Have our Hackers and information defense teams warm up their computers too. Oh and i know the Prime Minister hasn't authorized this yet but link all our Data from recon, telemetry, weather and GPS sattelites to TAP command."

Western Coast of The American Privateer
Under the cover of the volcanic ash, seven Coast Guard Cutters of the Hamilton class waited to escort the Hospital ships to the Isthmus of Quivira. There, they where escorted through the emergency canals into the Tortuga Sea.

"We apologise for this, but if you are going to bring Hospitals with you, we are going to take you straight there, and the only sea entrance into the Tortuga Sea is to the East. Therefore, we have to use the locks here to get in."

There, they where escorted to an anchor point off the coast of New Tortuga, where they joined a fleet of twelve Mercy Class Hospital ships that where already operating there.

The Pillar
Fleet Admiral Jack Ray sat up from a state of near slumber as a voice cut through his restless sleep.

"Huh, what?"

"DAD! Space Command wants you to know that we are getting telemetry from DaWoad space sources. And they carry bad news."

Flipping on his monitor, the Admiral jerked up in his chair, and hit his head on the shelf above his computer.

National Weather Service
The crews of the National Weather Service scarambled. With the addition of the DaWoad telemetry, their models had shifted. now, instead of a Strength 3 Monsoon, they where looking at a Strength 5. That meant widespread flooding, large amounts of hail, and tornadoes across the center of the country.

They issued a warning, and a flurry of activity spread across the nation as the cities braced themselves for the coming fury of the storms.

In the central garage, DoW vehicles, trucks modified to drive into tornadoes, and sundry other storm chasing vehicles where dispatched.

Fujita-Pearson Airfield
A set of five WC-3 Orions lifted off, bound East for the forming storm system.

ASD Weather Prediction Center, New Haven

"Jesus would u look at that thing?" updating telemetry of the weather patterns over TAP were displayed on a monitor in the control room of the WPC. "get a warning out to our carrier fleet in TAP maybe those army engineers can help them to dig in and warn our fleet commander to baton the hatches and prepare to ride out one hell of a storm" stated the chief meteorologist, Jack Brightman "I really hope that the TAP'ians have contingency plans for this stuff".

Hawk's Nest Air Force base

"Hurry it up!" shouted Colonel Buford, turning to the bewildered government observer, tasked to make sure the supplies reached their destination, he remarked "now that we have air assets in place near The American Privateer were going to air drop in medical, chemical and building supplies as well as food and clean water. Originally we thought we'd have more time but with this storm system coming in were barely gonna be able to make this one drop without getting hit by that storm. We've stuffed this birds as much as we could and we've got air-air refueling going on from birds based here and on the carrier.". As he finished talking the first of the massive Pelican Ultra Large aircraft began to takeoff using the entirety of the airstrip just to get air born with its heavy cargo.

Aboard the Hippocrates, Relief Class Hospital Ship

"Hello doctor, I wish we had met under more pleasant circumstances" Said Doctor Hess, doctor in charge of the ten Relief class Hospital ships in the Orvan sea "as my government said we are at your disposal, now where do u want us to start".

Aboard ASDS Issac Brock

"Sir! We've just received a warning from the WPC. There is some kind of massive monsoon inbound.""alright ensign calm down" Replied Admiral Hawk "First send off a message too all Ship commanders to prepare for bad weather conditions. Second, get those civilian personnel into San Lucas now and on a train to where ever the TAP'ians need em. Third, tell the marines to tie down all their equipment and have the army engineers do the same, and tell them both to be ready to assist the civil guard if they ask for help once the storm has hit. Fourth, the TAP'ians probably already know but just in case drop them a line and while your at it ask them if they want us anywhere in specific. Finally tell the hawk pilots to switch over to all weather condition mode and send an eagle out to figure out exactly how bad this is gonna be."

Encrypted message from ASD Fleet to The American Privateer Command

"Warning level 5 monsoon headed your way. Anything we can do to help and anywhere you want us to be? p.s. air dropped supplies inbound anywhere in specific you want em?"

ASD Weather Prediction Center, New Haven

"Jesus would u look at that thing?" updating telemetry of the weather patterns over TAP were displayed on a monitor in the control room of the WPC. "get a warning out to our carrier fleet in TAP maybe those army engineers can help them to dig in and warn our fleet commander to baton the hatches and prepare to ride out one hell of a storm" stated the chief meteorologist, Jack Brightman "I really hope that the TAPiens have contingency plans for this stuff".

Hawk's Nest Air Force base

"Hurry it up!" shouted Colonel Buford, turning to the bewildered government observer, tasked to make sure the supplies reached their destination, he remarked "now that we have air assets in place near The American Privateer were going to air drop in medical, chemical and building supplies as well as food and clean water. Originally we thought we'd have more time but with this storm system coming in were barely gonna be able to make this one drop without getting hit by that storm. We've stuffed this birds as much as we could and we've got air-air refueling going on from birds based here and on the carrier.". As he finished talking the first of the massive Pelican Ultra Large aircraft began to takeoff using the entirety of the airstrip just to get air born with its heavy cargo.

Aboard the Hippocrates, Relief Class Hospital Ship

"Hello doctor, I wish we had met under more pleasant circumstances" Said Doctor Hess, doctor in charge of the ten Relief class Hospital ships in the Orvan sea "as my government said we are at your disposal, now where do u want us to start".

Aboard ASDS Issac Brock

"Sir! We've just received a warning from the WPC. There is some kind of massive monsoon inbound.""alright ensign calm down" Replied Admiral Hawk "First send off a message too all Ship commanders to prepare for bad weather conditions. Second, get those civilian personnel into San Lucas now and on a train to where ever the TAPiens need em. Third, tell the marines to tie down all their equipment and have the army engineers do the same, and tell them both to be ready to assist the civil guard if they ask for help once the storm has hit. Fourth, the TAPiens probably already know but just in case drop them a line and while your at it ask them if they want us anywhere in specific. Finally tell the hawk pilots to switch over to all weather condition mode and send an eagle out to figgure out exactly how bad this is gonna be."

Encrypted message from ASD Fleet to The American Privateer Command

"Warning level 5 monsoon headed your way. Anything we can do to help and anywhere you want us to be? p.s. air dropped supplies inbound anywhere in specific you want em?"

Orders where signed and rushed out. The National Guard, those who weren't called up, flooded into Na Nex Sa, evacuating people from their houses and getting them to the Emergency Evac Points in the center highlands. Sealants were pushed into nooks and crannies as the people prepared their underground homes and fled towards the high rises of the emergency cities.

In the massive Greenhouse Tower Complexes, heavy shutters were pulled down to protect the windows, and sun lamps where activated. In Port San Lucas and other major coastal cities, people rushed to board up windows as storm shutters where pulled down.

Medics were put on trains toward New Tortuga, where those near the coast could see the Tortuga Sea. Modified UH-60's flew back and forth as often as they could, hauling people out of the city.

Engineers where sent south, to help build the Citadel Wall up to help protect against the storm surges. Others where sent into Na Nex Sa with orders to help build rammed earth dams all across the state to help keep the numerous rivers in check during the flooding.

The Air Dropped supplies where directed towards Port San Lucas and the five Emergency Cities inside of Na Nex Sa. The state would be cut off because of the flooding, and would have to be self-sufficient for a couple of weeks during the early part of the storm until the One-Day Break Phenomenon could be set up.

As the WP-3 Orions sailed into the storm clouds, they dropped weather buoys. In conjunction with satellite data, they found that they had five days until the storm hit, as the winds where stalling it out beyond the Barrier Island Chains.

A stream of evacuees fled inland, carrying food and cherished belongings toward the Na Nex San Emergency Cities.

The people went through monsoons every year, but this one was going to be one for the record books.

OOC: Leafanistani Naval Assets currently on Route, Operation: Just Cause

WEST NAVCOM Forces Deployed:

9th Fleet Elements Deployed are as follows:

1x Feathermore class Superdreadnought
-5x Ka-27PL 'Helix-A' Submarine Warfare Helicopters
1x Allegiance class Hunter-Killer Dreadnought
2x Pathfinder class Dreadnoughts
-15x GLI-76 Falcon VTOL Multirole Aircraft
3x Indestructable class Aircraft Carrier
-10x Lu-27 Hypersonic Interceptors
-25x Lu-45 Air Dominance Fighters
-40x Su-87 Multirole Aircraft
-65x Lu-25 'Falcon' Multirole Aircrafts
-10x Ka-27PL 'Helix-A' Submarine Warfare Helicopters
-10x MQ-9 'Mariner' UCAVs
5x Motherland class Battlecruisers
2x Indomitable class Escort Carriers
-16x Su-87 Multirole Aircraft
-6x Ka-27PL 'Helix-A' Submarine Warfare Helicopters
6x Division class Antiair Arsenal Ships
6x Red Square class GP Arsenal Ships
14x Illium class Destroyers
-2x Ka-27PL 'Helix-A' Submarine Warfare Helicopters
15x Super Charlie class Destroyers
-2x Ka-27PL 'Helix-A' Submarine Warfare Helicopters
13x Tenacious class Cruisers
-1x MQ-9 'Mariner' UCAV
-1x Ka-27PL 'Helix-A' Submarine Warfare Helicopter
14x Paramount class Air Defense Vessels
15x Pepperbox class Logistical Support Vessels
20x South Sea class Frigates
-2x Ka-27PL 'Helix-A' Submarine Warfare Helicopters
5x Audacious class Hovercorvettes
30x Cartagena class SSN
10x Tenerife class SSH
10x Valencia class SSK

10th Fleet Elements are deployed as follows:

1x Allegiance class Hunter-Killer Dreadnought
3x Pathfinder class Dreadnoughts
-15x GLI-76 Falcon VTOL Multirole Aircraft
3x Indestructable class Aircraft Carriers
-10x Lu-27 Hypersonic Interceptors
-25x Lu-45 Air Dominance Fighters
-40x Su-87 Multirole Aircraft
-65x Lu-25 'Falcon' Multirole Aircraft
-10x Ka-27PL 'Helix-A' Submarine Warfare Helicopters
-10x MQ-9 'Mariner' UCAVs
5x Motherland class Battlecruisers
2x Indomitable class Escort Carriers
-16x Su-87 Multirole Aircraft
-6x Ka-27PL 'Helix-A' Submarine Warfare Helicopters
6x Division class Antiair Arsenal Ships
25x Red Square class GP Arsenal Ships
7x Illium class Destroyers
-2x Ka-27PL 'Helix-A' Submarine Warfare Helicopters
7x Super Charlie class Destroyers
-2x Ka-27PL 'Helix-A' Submarine Warfare Helicopters
3x Tenacious class Cruisers
-1x MQ-9 'Mariner' UCAV
-1x Ka-27PL 'Helix-A' Submarine Warfare Helicopter
4x Paramount class Air Defense Vessels
15x Pepperbox class Logistical Support Vessels
20x South Sea class Frigates
-2x Ka-27PL 'Helix-A' Submarine Warfare Helicopters
5x Audacious class Hovercorvettes
30x Cartagena class SSN
10x Tenerife class SSH
10x Valencia class SSK

11th Fleet Elements deployed as follows:

3x Allegiance class Hunter-Killer Dreadnoughts
2x Pathfinder class Dreadnoughts
-15x GLI-76 Falcon VTOL Multirole Aircraft
3x Indestructable class Aircraft Carrier
-10x Lu-27 Hypersonic Interceptors
-25x Lu-45 Air Dominance Fighters
-40x Su-87 Multirole Aircraft
-65x Lu-25 'Falcon' Multirole Aircraft
-10x Ka-27PL 'Helix-A' Submarine Warfare Helicopters
-10x MQ-9 'Mariner' UCAVs
5x Motherland class Battlecruisers
5x Indomitable class Escort Carriers
-16x Su-87 Multirole Aircraft
-6x Ka-27PL 'Helix-A' Submarine Warfare Helicopters
6x Division class Antiair Arsenal Ships
6x Red Square class GP Arsenal Ships
14x Illium class Destroyers
-2x Ka-27PL 'Helix-A' Submarine Warfare Helicopters
15x Super Charlie class Destroyers
-2x Ka-27PL 'Helix-A' Submarine Warfare Helicopters
13x Tenacious class Cruisers
-1x MQ-9 'Mariner' UCAV
-1x Ka-27PL 'Helix-A' Submarine Warfare Helicopter
14x Paramount class Air Defense Vessels
15x Pepperbox class Logistical Support Vessels
20x South Sea class Frigates
-2x Ka-27PL 'Helix-A' Submarine Warfare Helicopters
5x Audacious class Hovercorvettes
30x Cartagena class SSN
10x Tenerife class SSH
20x Valencia class SSK

COL SAHCOM Forces Deployed:

12th Fleet Elements are deployed as follows:

1x Mishkin class Superdreadnought
-4x MQ-9 'Mariner' UCAVs
-4x Ka-27PL 'Helix-A' Submarine Warfare Helicopters
5x Motherland class Battlecruisers
16x Experimental Illium-X class Destroyers
25x South Sea class Frigates
-2x Ka-27PL 'Helix-A' Submarine Warfare Helicopters
25x Tenerife class SSH

SOUTH NAVCOM Forces Deployed:

25x Logistics Fleet:
8x Pepperbox class Logistics Support Vessels
1x Indomitable class Escort Carrier
-16 Su-87 Multirole Aircraft
-6x Ka-27PL 'Helix-A' Submarine Warfare Helicopters
3x Illium class Destroyers (or Super Charlie)
2x Typhoon-VLS class Submarines
3x Tenerife class SSH
3x Division class Antiair Arsenal Ship

OOC:
ORBAT in theater just in case
First Fleet
Two Haven class carriers
Four Shield class missile defense and EW ships
Four Sword class Heavy Battle cruisers
Ten Strike class missile attack boats
Five Cloak class SSNs
Ten Beaver class military transports
Ten Kilaue class Resupply ships

Naval Air wings in theater
Air wing one aboard ASDS Issac Brock
5X Eagle class AWACS
25X F-43A Hawk-1 Strike fighters
25X F-43B Hawk-3 Hypersonic interceptors
10X F-43C Hawk-2 STOVL Close support aircraft
5X Hercules medium range air-air refueling planes
10X MH-72 Osprey ASW Helicopter

Air wing Two aboard ASDS Titan
5X Eagle class AWACS
25X F-43A Hawk-1 Strike fighters
25X F-43B Hawk-3 Hypersonic interceptors
10X F-43C Hawk-2 STOVL Close Support Aircraft
5X B-5A Owl-1 Medium Range Stealth Bomber
10X MH-72 Osprey ASW Helicopter

1st Regiment Marine Expeditionary Unit
50 T-72C Shark Class Amphibious MBTs
100 T-75A Wolf Class Armored Attack Vehicles
100 (covert weapon system no id-tag found) ?????
2 10 Marine Spec ops teams and material
16 Light Combat Squads (160 marines)
4 Heavy Combat Squads (40 marines)
2 Indirect Fire Teams (14 marines)


1st Battalion Combat Engineers
250-Engineers armed with Small Arms
50- Armored Bulldozers

Hospital Ships
10- Relief Class hospital ships

National Forces on Hand, for those to lazy to check the Factbook.

88 Carrier Battle Groups (Composition of Battle Groups as follows)
1x Nimitz Class Supercarrier
6x Invincible Class Carriers
24x Slicer Class Patrol Carriers
5x Tarawa Class Amphibious Assault Ships
6x Ticonderoga Class Cruisers
1x Slava Class Cruisers
2x Lancer Class Heavy Destroyers
1x Arleigh Burke Class Destroyers
9x Daring Class Destroyers
4x Meko Class Destroyers
4x Luda II Class Destroyers
6x Haruna Class Destroyers
6x Hatsuyuki Class Destroyers

260 Wolfpacks
8x Virginia Class Attack Subs

Ground Combat Forces
7 Ground Combat Infantry Divisions
4 Airborne Infantry Divisions
2 Marine Infantry Divisions
4 Ghost Recon Divisions
3 Forest Warfare Brigades
1 Swamp Warfare Brigade
3 Urban Warfare Brigades
2 Mountain Warfare Brigades
1 Desert Warfare Brigade
1 Arctic Warfare Brigade
5 Standard Armor Divisions
10 Armored Cavalry Divisions
150 Artillery Batteries
75 Anti-Aircraft Artillery Batteries
6292 2 Woman Sniper Teams

Across The American Privateer, TAP'ian citizens watched in apprehension as the Pre-Monsoon thunderstorms began to form. Fire, as blue as the sky, lanced downward in magnificent, webbing arcs, bring the concussive roll of a timpani section rolling across the sky. Sheets of rain fell across parts of the nation, as the first Flash Flood and Tornado warnings of the season were sounded.

Survey Team 1 rushed down the backroads of Na Nex Sa towards a place where their gut told them one storm was going to drop a tornado. As the DoW vehicles began their scans, the unit's Tornado Intercept Vehicle rushed out ahead, it's Dorothy package strapped securely to it's back.

Port San Lucas
Allison Raines stood atop the roof of St. Lucas Hospital in the rain. She had her arms outstretched, and was letting the rain soak her to her core. As the lightning struck a supertall nearby, she could feel the static electricity course through her.

Looking around, she could see the DaWoad ships anchored out in the Tortuga Sea, and turning towards the ocean beyond, she could imagine the fleet of the invaders out beyond the horizon.

As a lighting bolt struck the hospital's roof, much to close for comfort in Allison's opinion, she turned and returned to the Hospital, where Aidan stood waiting for her.

The glint in his eye said he had a plan, one that was sure to chill Allison to the core...

13 Unarmed Hospital ships from the Thon Commonwealth Navy arrived off the coasts of the TAP shores of Orleans along with the Thon's 3 battlegroups with various still unhired and unaligned mercenary contingents that followed and trailed in their wake.

Upon arrival, and setting up a defensive naval perimeter in good distance from the TAP mainland and other nations navies 13 of its hospital ships along with 6 Sarmizegetusa class cruisers and 1 specially retrofitted amphibious warship bearing hospital colors suddenly veered off towards the TAP coastal city of Orleans.

Thon Lead Hospital ship unencrypted open communique to TAP, and Orleans port authority, TAPien navy, coast guard and coastal defenses forces and Orlean government:

"We are coming to assist you in any wounded, injured and hurt that come into Orleans throughout your country, most specifically New Tortuga. We offer our facilities, personal and services to you in the Orleans area. The Commonwealth cruisers accompanying us are are our escorts and are purely defensive in design and armament, with their military personnel only accompanying and present for our shipboard security and autonomy, please do not fire on them, they have no hostile intent. We request permission to enter and dock, or in leu of no available docks, anchor of Orleans to render assistance and medical aid, please respond."

13 Unarmed Hospital ships from the Thon Commonwealth Navy arrived off the coasts of the TAP shores of Orleans along with the Thon's 3 battlegroups with various still unhired and unaligned mercenary contingents that followed and trailed in their wake.

Upon arrival, and setting up a defensive naval perimeter in good distance from the TAP mainland and other nations navies 13 of its hospital ships along with 6 Sarmizegetusa class cruisers and 1 specially retrofitted amphibious warship bearing hospital colors suddenly veered off towards the TAP coastal city of Orleans.

Thon Lead Hospital ship unencrypted open communique to TAP, and Orleans port authority, TAPien navy, coast guard and coastal defenses forces and Orlean government:

"We are coming to assist you in any wounded, injured and hurt that come into Orleans throughout your country, most specifically New Tortuga. We offer our facilities, personal and services to you in the Orleans area. The Commonwealth cruisers accompanying us are are our escorts and are purely defensive in design and armament, with their military personnel only accompanying and present for our shipboard security and autonomy, please do not fire on them, they have no hostile intent. We request permission to enter and dock, or in leu of no available docks, anchor of Orleans to render assistance and medical aid, please respond."

A Hamilton Class Cutter bearing the colors of the TAP'ian Coast Guard sailed out to meet the Thon Naval Taskforce. As always, it looked Orleans was going to take the brunt of the storm, one of the hazards of living on the Southern Most point of the nation.

As it came, a message was wired to the Hospital ships to make with all haste to the port, with the knowledge that doctors would be dispatched with medical supplies to the cities of Na Nex Sa along with fresh water and food to wait out the storm.

Encoded Message to Mercenary ships
I, Rebeca St. James, president of The American Privateer hereby grant letters of Marque to all Mercenary ships currently accompanying the forces of The Thon. This Letter of Marque shall award them with compensation for losses taken while fighting in the nations of Leocardia and The Northern Baltic. Should Leafanistan resume hostilities, then a second Letter shall be awarded for attacks against that nation. God's Speed.

Rebeca St. James
President of The American Privateer

Encrypted Message
From: Admiral Hawk in theater CIC
To: Commanders of the Thon Battle fleet and The American Privateer Defense forces
I would like to propose a meeting between the commanders leading all three forces in this area in order to either coordinate our forces for defense or to make sure that the forces of Thon and the ASD will not become collateral targets in the coming war. I would also suggest that this meeting take place after the monsoon has passed in that conditions will be hazardous in the coming days. On the other hand we reserve the right to defend ourselves should we be fired upon by the aggressors and also offer immediate if it is needed.

Encrypted Message
From: Admiral Hawk in theater CIC
To: Commanders of the Thon Battle fleet and The American Privateer Defense forces
I would like to propose a meeting between the commanders leading all three forces in this area in order to either coordinate our forces for defense or to make sure that the forces of Thon and the ASD will not become collateral targets in the coming war. I would also suggest that this meeting take place after the monsoon has passed in that conditions will be hazardous in the coming days. On the other hand we reserve the right to defend ourselves should we be fired upon by the aggressors and also offer immediate if it is needed.

Encrypted Message to Commaner of The Thon Battle Fleet, Admiral Hawk, Secretary of War Peter Moseby, Secretary of Defense Jim Lung, Fleet Admiral Jack Ray, Director of Cyberspace Command Lilah Archer

All recipients are invited to meet aboard the PS Roosevelt for a conference with Rebeca St. James about the imminent situation. This meeting shall take place near the NOVA Company held Island of Watisle.

The Pillar
The two secretaries joined Jack Ray and his daughter, Lilah Archer on a Beechcraft Starship, and flew out to the Presidential Ship Roosevelt. Based on the FreedomShip design, the Roosevelt's Airstrip was able to support landings of up to Greyhound sized aircraft, and had the hanger space to hold 17 of them.

PS Roosevelt
Down in the Presidential Ship, the remains of the Congress of the Republic had formed together here, and where using a thirty-seven person confrence room to hold JOINT sessions of the congress.

The Supreme Court, which had been on a fact-finding mission to a NOVA Corp sympathetic factory, had been given the Courthouse to use, where they did their best to, with the assistance of the Attorney General Daniel Levy, work out a legal basis on which to sue the leader of The Northern Baltic in front of the Supreme Court.

Those citizens who had survived the attack had been flown out to the PS Roosevelt, and where taking up residencies in the city around the area designated the Presidential manor.

Jackelyn Kerensky, the National Librarian in charge of the National Archives and the Library of Congress, cried as the greatest library in the nation burned.

A rough craggy voice came over the airwaves and radio of TAP ships emanating from one of the ships in one of the merc flotillas.

"We mercs don't answer to you little puppet, we are here of our own accord and care little what jeopardy you are in. We have received your letters of marque but do not recognize or care for them. Especially since they claim for reimbursement on losses once we occur them which is unacceptable and absurd. Do you think we care or are here to fight with or for you? We are here on our own accord and not as of yet in any current hostilities towards any faction as of yet. Nor have we declared so or any intention to do so. As for you, you little people puppet, we don't accept anything. If you want to talk business let me talk with someone respectable with some power and authority as in an admiral or good navy captain, otherwise, shut your political and diplomatic yammering. We hardly ever deal with politicians unless a substantially profitable making is believable. Give me an admiral or a good navy captain if yer want to talk business. -unless you have something in mind other than maritime merc services that is-.

We are currently here, observing, listening, surveying, mapping, reconing, and searching the ocean waters for mines and ship defenses along your international, perimeter, and coastal waters and sharing the information to all incoming ships in the sector. They mines and defenses be harm and go boom with no discriminating against who hits em, be they military forces, allied enemy, or those puny hospital ships and aid and relief vessels we are now tracking coming to your shores. We are being paid for these services by a profitable benefactor of who, well, we just ain't gonna ever tell ya. As these mines and defense are a threat and danger to anything on the water, we are mapping and marking them, giving the information out to well, the international community. After all our services are benefiting them all and thats what were being paid for, and for all you know there the ones possibly funding us. You don't want to risk that do yer?

Leave us be unless you want more trouble on your hands or you want to talk about business. Send me an admiral or navy captain if that be and stop the political yammering, we could care less for relief efforts, thats not our specialty, we only take part in that if you would pay us for an escort.

We are resuming our intel gathering and marking of water dangers, don't interfere!
Captain pegglegged whill..---erhem...aghkack...(static)...MERC FORCES OUT!!"

merc forces from Merc Island in the Thon albeit renown for their effectiveness and successes, are a little less than cordial and polite. Especially with politicians, preferring to deal with head military commanders instead, as payment is more profitable, secret, and guaranteed, if not in currency from their own budget, at least a part of their military capital as in arms, weapons, ships and such.

Unencrypted open communique
From: Captain Johnson of the Thon Lead hospital ship
To: TAP coast guard cutter:

"We are offering our assistance to your wounded and injured but only in the Orleans city area. We offer the use and assistance of our hospital ships, their personnel, and supplies to relieve overcrowded TAPian hospitals and other medical facilities, but our personnel cannot go to your cities of Na na sex nor any further than the city of Orleans into your countries interior. They will have to operate in proximity to the hospital ships, of which our intention is to offer assistance that way. I have these orders in case of the event I have to pull out, evacuate, relocate, leave, and to keep track, control and autonomy of my ships and personnel. If the worst happens I might need them for any emergencies to the Thon Navy off your coast, which if they and other defenses aren't cared for, all our medical efforts would be for nothing come invasion, bombardment and the like. I'm sorry but we cannot relinquish our people to you at least outside close proximity of the ships, we are here to relieve hospital overcrowding and offering billeting and medical care aboard our ships, so you can divert and transport Orleans medical attention, supplies and personnel to elsewhere in more dire needed places of your country like Tortuga. If you want or need more help further inland you might consider talking to the Tyr Order yourself, they are usually more permanent, dedicated and better in involvements and aid efforts than anyone else. We can help fill in the gap for Orleans.We also offer our helos for rescue and aid in the area. I can however relocate any ships to any other ports if you deem so. I'm sorry but those are the conditions I been ordered and we give you for our services.

Our attached amphibious warship will now facilitate in transportation, between ships, supplies, patients, and evacuations in the area with its helo, landing craft, hovercraft, and other assests. please do not be alarmed by them despite them being military forces. There here because of their equipment, and for security of our ships. Any surveillance, intel gathering and reconning they do is strictly defensive or for a medical capacity such as finding evacuation zones, flooded areas, hospitals, pickup points and the like. Some of their craft are loaded and armed because there wasn't enough time to disarm them when the decision was made to join us for this effort, please forgive this."

Meanwhile back at Tyr Hold in the Thon Main Islands...

Meanwhile the Tyrian fleet and the 3 members of the Tyr Round Council from Castle Ratis left Tyr Hold heading towards the navy infested international waters off of TAP, growing in number from other vessels of the Tyr order on the journey that were assisting in rebuilding, relocation, rescue, and peacekeeping of other areas in the Pacific from the over a decade ago still felt aftermath of the Thon Islands' creation.

Having much experience in relief, assistance and medical efforts towards disaster stricken areas, they hoped to offer advice, advisers, assistance, medical services, evacuation, intel, and aid to those in need.

OOC ( see the thon nation at wikistates to know why/what relief efforts/the Thons Islands creation, it explains why these are the experts and so experienced -hey its in their history and creation) B]A rough gruff voice from a Merc Captain came over the radio on TAP ships:[/B]

Encrypted Message
From: Admiral Hawk in theater CIC
To: Commanders of the Thon Battle fleet and The American Privateer Defense forces
I would like to propose a meeting between the commanders leading all three forces in this area in order to either coordinate our forces for defense or to make sure that the forces of Thon and the ASD will not become collateral targets in the coming war. I would also suggest that this meeting take place after the monsoon has passed in that conditions will be hazardous in the coming days. On the other hand we reserve the right to defend ourselves should we be fired upon by the aggressors and also offer immediate if it is needed.

From: Prōtomandatōr Scott, Thon Navy chief of staff and naval commander of the Thon battlegroups off the TAP
To:Admiral Hawk in theater CIC

The Commonwealth of the Thon and the Supreme Commander are neutral in the conflict and seek no mutual, allied or coordinated defense or forces with the already warring faction The American Privateer. While we are not their enemy we are neither their allies.

We do however agree and are interested in your proposition to " make sure that the forces of Thon and the ASD will not become collateral targets in the coming war." We admit interest, ask, promote, and table that a neutral coalition be formed to defend the unaligned and neutral parties that are present in or near the war zone for mutual protection in the event any hostile action is taken against us in these dangerous waters.

We however do not agree that such things start after the storm, but request it immediately. My flagship's kentarchos is patching up a video feed for a video conference now. We can at least decide something temporally, even if it's as little as the time and place of something. In it we must discuss about meeting in person, preferably on my ship, I'm here representing others in the Thon Commonwealth other than the Thon, they are only but only one superstate and not all the others are willing to personally travel much elsewhere off my ship. We request an immediate video conference to that end, we await your reply."

High General Somonov studied the intelligence reports from TAP. Burlovians had been passive so TAPians could calm down from the obvious retaliation. What were they thinking? Like Burlovians would just ignore direct attacks on their own and their ideological ally´s fleets. However the activity had just risen in the area, and there was a monsoon coming at the same time. He started to consider the situation.

Monsoon could damage TAP badly, but invading is not rational. They are far more used to monsoons than our troops. In fact, they could use the monsoon as a coverage to their military operations.

Somonov gave orders to generals in navy, air forces and ground troops:

"Rise the state of readiness. Start continuous radar, satellite and optical scans. Shit, just make sure that a single cockroach doesn´t cross the border without me knowing. If any hostile forces close in, send warning messages. Don´t fire until they fire or cross the border."

A rough craggy voice came over the airwaves and radio of TAP ships emanating from one of the ships in one of the merc flotillas.

"We mercs don't answer to you little puppet, we are here of our own accord and care little what jeopardy you are in. We have received your letters of marque but do not recognize or care for them. Especially since they claim for reimbursement on losses once we occur them which is unacceptable and absurd. Do you think we care or are here to fight with or for you? We are here on our own accord and not as of yet in any current hostilities towards any faction as of yet. Nor have we declared so or any intention to do so. As for you, you little people puppet, we don't accept anything. If you want to talk business let me talk with someone respectable with some power and authority as in an admiral or good navy captain, otherwise, shut your political and diplomatic yammering. We hardly ever deal with politicians unless a substantially profitable making is believable. Give me an admiral or a good navy captain if yer want to talk business. -unless you have something in mind other than maritime merc services that is-.

We are currently here, observing, listening, surveying, mapping, reconing, and searching the ocean waters for mines and ship defenses along your international, perimeter, and coastal waters and sharing the information to all incoming ships in the sector. They mines and defenses be harm and go boom with no discriminating against who hits em, be they military forces, allied enemy, or those puny hospital ships and aid and relief vessels we are now tracking coming to your shores. We are being paid for these services by a profitable benefactor of who, well, we just ain't gonna ever tell ya. As these mines and defense are a threat and danger to anything on the water, we are mapping and marking them, giving the information out to well, the international community. After all our services are benefiting them all and thats what were being paid for, and for all you know there the ones possibly funding us. You don't want to risk that do yer?

Leave us be unless you want more trouble on your hands or you want to talk about business. Send me an admiral or navy captain if that be and stop the political yammering, we could care less for relief efforts, thats not our specialty, we only take part in that if you would pay us for an escort.

We are resuming our intel gathering and marking of water dangers, don't interfere!
Captain pegglegged whill..---erhem...aghkack...(static)...MERC FORCES OUT!!"

merc forces from Merc Island in the Thon albeit renown for their effectiveness and successes, are a little less than cordial and polite. Especially with politicians, preferring to deal with head military commanders instead, as payment is more profitable, secret, and guaranteed, if not in currency from their own budget, at least a part of their military capital as in arms, weapons, ships and such.

"Puppet!?" Rebecca St. James bristled at being called a 'Puppet' by some upity Private Military Contractor.

"Listen here, I am the Commander-in-Chief of the Republic, and it is up to me whether or not you are allowed to work for The American Privateer. If you want payment for your services or official sanction from the Republic, then you WILL keep a civil tongue while communicating with me. A Letter of Marque from the Republic gives you full license to close with and combat all forces in opposition to our nation in any method of combat you so wish. If you wish to discuss matters with Former President and current Secretary of the Navy Fleet Admiral Jack Ray, then you WILL keep a civil tongue with me."

OOC: As a mercenary unit, you should try to have more tact about how you respond to offers of employment. You sent people to our Nation, without invite, and we responded by granting them official liscence to act on behalf of our nation.

Unencrypted open communique
From: Captain Johnson of the Thon Lead hospital ship
To: TAP coast guard cutter:

"We are offering our assistance to your wounded and injured but only in the Orleans city area. We offer the use and assistance of our hospital ships, their personnel, and supplies to relieve overcrowded TAPian hospitals and other medical facilities, but our personnel cannot go to your cities of Na na sex nor any further than the city of Orleans into your countries interior. They will have to operate in proximity to the hospital ships, of which our intention is to offer assistance that way. I have these orders in case of the event I have to pull out, evacuate, relocate, leave, and to keep track, control and autonomy of my ships and personnel. If the worst happens I might need them for any emergencies to the Thon Navy off your coast, which if they and other defenses aren't cared for, all our medical efforts would be for nothing come invasion, bombardment and the like. I'm sorry but we cannot relinquish our people to you at least outside close proximity of the ships, we are here to relieve hospital overcrowding and offering billeting and medical care aboard our ships, so you can divert and transport Orleans medical attention, supplies and personnel to elsewhere in more dire needed places of your country like Tortuga. If you want or need more help further inland you might consider talking to the Tyr Order yourself, they are usually more permanent, dedicated and better in involvements and aid efforts than anyone else. We can help fill in the gap for Orleans.We also offer our helos for rescue and aid in the area. I can however relocate any ships to any other ports if you deem so. I'm sorry but those are the conditions I been ordered and we give you for our services.

Our attached amphibious warship will now facilitate in transportation, between ships, supplies, patients, and evacuations in the area with its helo, landing craft, hovercraft, and other assests. please do not be alarmed by them despite them being military forces. There here because of their equipment, and for security of our ships. Any surveillance, intel gathering and reconning they do is strictly defensive or for a medical capacity such as finding evacuation zones, flooded areas, hospitals, pickup points and the like. Some of their craft are loaded and armed because there wasn't enough time to disarm them when the decision was made to join us for this effort, please forgive this."

Meanwhile back at Tyr Hold in the Thon Main Islands...

Meanwhile the Tyrian fleet and the 3 members of the Tyr Round Council from Castle Ratis left Tyr Hold heading towards the navy infested international waters off of TAP, growing in number from other vessels of the Tyr order on the journey that were assisting in rebuilding, relocation, rescue, and peacekeeping of other areas in the Pacific from the over a decade ago still felt aftermath of the Thon Islands' creation.

Having much experience in relief, assistance and medical efforts towards disaster stricken areas, they hoped to offer advice, advisers, assistance, medical services, evacuation, intel, and aid to those in need.

OOC ( see the thon nation at wikistates to know why/what relief efforts/the Thons Islands creation, it explains why these are the experts and so experienced -hey its in their history and creation) B]A rough gruff voice from a Merc Captain came over the radio on TAP ships:[/B]

Official Reply, Department of Health
We understand, and wounded from the area shall be escorted to your location from the southern half of our nation. Any ships that wish to assist in the situation in New Tortuga shall accompany the RCGS Hamilton to the Emergency Canal to the Tortuga Sea.

Encrypted Message
From Admiral Hawk
To Tap'ian Command and Thon

This sounds like a suitable meeting place and Our cutter is already steaming to the rendezvous point. We look forward to meeting with the leaders of both nations forces.

Encrypted Message to Thon
We look forward to meeting with you and understand fully that you wish to remain neutral in the conflict.

ASDS Issac Brock
"Sir, don't you think you might want to reconsider taking an escort with you?" Asked the XO of the Issac Brock. "no." replied Hawk "firstly, TAP has more than adequate forces to guard the area and secondly I want you to keep a close eye on those merc ships. I don t like the recon they are doing near TAP and I sure as hell don't like their attitude."

Encrypted Message
From Admiral Hawk
To Tap'ian Command and Thon

This sounds like a suitable meeting place and Our cutter is already steaming to the rendezvous point. We look forward to meeting with the leaders of both nations forces.

Encrypted Message to Thon
We look forward to meeting with you and understand fully that you wish to remain neutral in the conflict.

ASDS Issac Brock
"Sir, don't you think you might want to reconsider taking an escort with you?" Asked the XO of the Issac Brock. "no." replied Hawk "firstly, TAP has more than adequate forces to guard the area and secondly I want you to keep a close eye on those merc ships. I don t like the recon they are doing near TAP and I sure as hell don't like their attitude."


PS Roosevelt
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The DaWoad cutter came up alongside the Roosevelt, and a dock was extended outwards.

Fleet Admiral Jack Ray stood ready to receive them, his daughter at his side.

"Hello, I am Jack Ray, Secretary of the Navy for The American Privateer and Former President. This is my daughter, Lilah Archer, she is in charge of Cyber-Security. I apologise that the President herself could not be here to meet you, but she is currently getting her bandages replaced, as she had a recent row with the National Librarian over the housing of the remainder of the National Archives here aboard the Roosevelt."

PS Roosevelt
"thank you for your welcome sir." Replied Admiral Hawk, "It is an honor to finally meet you ." Then turning to Lilah Archer "its also an honor to meet you m'am. I know very little about cyber-security but from what I hear from our Cyber squad your one of the best."

PS Roosevelt
"thank you for your welcome sir." Replied Admiral Hawk, "It is an honor to finally meet you ." Then turning to Lilah Archer "its also an honor to meet you m'am. I know very little about cyber-security but from what I hear from our Cyber squad your one of the best."

"And I you, I have heard some good things about your Air Force. It is a shame that the Secretary of the Air Force had urgent business at The Pillar."

Lilah's face fell a little at that, and she worried the ring on her finger.

"However, it is the safest place in The American Privateer though, so he will be fine sweetheart."

Lilah rolled her eyes and looked appraisingly at the opposite Admiral.

"Thank you Admiral, I earned my screenname the hard way."

Her father took over again, and gestured inside, "Please, if you would follow us, the president is excited to meet you."

Encrypted Response from Leocardia to Allies

The President of Leocardia wants to visit TAP.
Is it safe for his visit?

"And I you, I have heard some good things about your Air Force. It is a shame that the Secretary of the Air Force had urgent business at The Pillar."

Lilah's face fell a little at that, and she worried the ring on her finger.

"However, it is the safest place in The American Privateer though, so he will be fine sweetheart."

Lilah rolled her eyes and looked appraisingly at the opposite Admiral.

"Thank you Admiral, I earned my screenname the hard way."

Her father took over again, and gestured inside, "Please, if you would follow us, the president is excited to meet you."
"If you'll excuse me m'am" said admiral Hawk bowing to Lilah. Turning to the fleet admiral Hawk Said, "of course sir, I look forward to meeting with the president as well and thank you for your help sir."

Encrypted Response from Leocardia to Allies

The President of Leocardia wants to visit TAP.
Is it safe for his visit?

The President of Leocardia shall be granted safe passage should he choose to visit with the President. Please send a small - medium sized prop plane to the following co-ordinates. Also, we suggest that your pilots be trained in Carrier landings, due to the nature of the PS Roosevelt.

"If you'll excuse me m'am" said admiral Hawk bowing to Lilah. Turning to the fleet admiral Hawk Said, "of course sir, I look forward to meeting with the president as well and thank you for your help sir."

The Admiral led the two of them inside, where he came to an elevator. Pushing the up button, he looked at the dial to see where the cars where.

"Ah, they are on Deck 14, shouldn't take long for them to come and get us here on Deck 3."

The Dial showed that the cars could reach all the way up to Deck 25, while a map of the area showed that Deck 3 boasted a movie theater with twenty five screens, the second level of a large mall, several dozen restauraunts of various types, an electric rail system, and even a High School.

"The PS Roosevelt is the biggest ship in the world to our knowledge," Lilah explained, "Based on the Freedom Ship, it even has it's own Airport, and a small marina for private vessels on the back, as well as an 18 Hole golf course."

Encrypted Message to Commaner of The Thon Battle Fleet, Admiral Hawk, Secretary of War Peter Moseby, Secretary of Defense Jim Lung, Fleet Admiral Jack Ray, Director of Cyberspace Command Lilah Archer

All recipients are invited to meet aboard the PS Roosevelt for a conference with Rebeca St. James about the imminent situation. This meeting shall take place near the NOVA Company held Island of Watisle.


Secure directed laser databurst Communique to PS Roosevelt
(after acknowledgment that the laser databurst would be received by PS Roosevelt because other TAPian ships informed the ship and sent the goahead via Aldis signal light prior to further Aldis signal light and laser databurst transmission from a lone, detached, incoming DDG 1000 Zumwalt Class Multimission Destroyer under the flag of truce)
From: Prōtomandatōr Scott, Thon Navy chief of staff and naval commander of the Thon battlegroups off the TAP
To: PS Roosevelt

"The Thon Commonwealth accepts your invitation. We are sending a kentarchos of one our ships onboard a Tsunami class Submarine. He or she is coming to you now via the coordinates and vector being sent in the next databurst. Please except this emissary on behalf of the Thon Commonwealth. He or she speaks for me, our navy here off your waters, and to a limited capacity, for the entire Thon Commonwealth. Further and better information, introductions and intent will be made upon his or her arrival. Please extend the same courtesies and customs you would extend to captains and officers of your navy as he or she will to yours. Please acknowledge receival of this transmission via Aldis signal light, with further docking/boarding and similar procedures via laser databurst to the incoming submarine. We prefer for our emissary to be received unseen by boarding via submarine hatch or underwater access if your grand ship has such capability, if not please accommodate a detached submersible from the Submarine."

OOC: hey low tech is sometimes the best way and even uninterceptible for security and communications, plus its cool and keeps military men on there toes, mostly because they don't expect such things and very few people trained for such things retain the information because of lack of use. And I seldom give out ship names in conflict for security reasons and to keep military on their toes. That's why I keep referring to any of my ships by their class and type instead. Sorry for any confusion on the way transmission was sent, it's meant to emphasize security and the effort in it.

Secure directed laser databurst Communique to PS Roosevelt
(after acknowledgment that the laser databurst would be received by PS Roosevelt because other TAPian ships informed the ship and sent the goahead via Aldis signal light prior to further Aldis signal light and laser databurst transmission from a lone, detached, incoming DDG 1000 Zumwalt Class Multimission Destroyer under the flag of truce)
From: Prōtomandatōr Scott, Thon Navy chief of staff and naval commander of the Thon battlegroups off the TAP
To: PS Roosevelt

"The Thon Commonwealth accepts your invitation. We are sending a kentarchos of one our ships onboard a Tsunami class Submarine. He or she is coming to you now via the coordinates and vector being sent in the next databurst. Please except this emissary on behalf of the Thon Commonwealth. He or she speaks for me, our navy here off your waters, and to a limited capacity, for the entire Thon Commonwealth. Further and better information, introductions and intent will be made upon his or her arrival. Please extend the same courtesies and customs you would extend to captains and officers of your navy as he or she will to yours. Please acknowledge receival of this transmission via Aldis signal light, with further docking/boarding and similar procedures via laser databurst to the incoming submarine. We prefer for our emissary to be received unseen by boarding via submarine hatch or underwater access if your grand ship has such capability, if not please accommodate a detached submersible from the Submarine."

OOC: hey low tech is sometimes the best way and even uninterceptible for security and communications, plus its cool and keeps military men on there toes, mostly because they don't expect such things and very few people trained for such things retain the information because of lack of use. And I seldom give out ship names in conflict for security reasons and to keep military on their toes. That's why I keep referring to any of my ships by their class and type instead. Sorry for any confusion on the way transmission was sent, it's meant to emphasize security and the effort in it.

"Roger that, your submarine shall be sent to the docking bay, where a collar shall be extended to the hatch of your vessel, and the Secretary of War shall be there to meet you."

Secretary of War Moseby, a sorta mousy man, stood by the hatch, waiting to meet with the representative of The Thon, and escort him up to Deck 12, and then to the meeting room.

The growing activity of The Thon in TAP was getting suspicious, and Burlovia chose to get rid of the so-called friend of Burlovia´s enemy. They sent a simple, unencrypted message to TAP.

From: Government
To: TAP

Merc Island forces: offers the following:

While we can't eliminate TAP's coastal defenses, -at least a big enough dent wise- (TAP has alot of coast) We do have the realistic possibility of eliminating Rebeca St. James and even the remains of the Congress of the Republic and the supreme court. These are all separate targets however and can't be hit at once or the same place.

We know this from our sources, informants in the Thon and Commonwealth Navy, who -though we have not determined the Thon will attend or not- have been invited to meet with them personally.

We offer all 3 of their eliminations for the price of one trillion Thon Signets give or take a survived supreme court member or members.¨

This is what your so called "ally" has TGed to us. The elimination of your leader. If I was you, I would reconsider getting aid from Thon.

OOC: This message is no fake. That is actually a part of the TG he sent to me. You can of cource play IC that you don´t believe me, and that would surely make it more interesting...

OOC dang you, Burlovia lol

"Roger that, your submarine shall be sent to the docking bay, where a collar shall be extended to the hatch of your vessel, and the Secretary of War shall be there to meet you."

Secretary of War Moseby, a sorta mousy man, stood by the hatch, waiting to meet with the representative of The Thon, and escort him up to Deck 12, and then to the meeting room.

As the hatch of the Thon Tsnami class submarine opened 6 unarmed Thon Special forces soldiers along with a 5 foot tall rather handsome Thon Navy kentarchos emerged onto its deck greeting the secretary with a smile and wave as he approached the collar being extended to deck of the submarine.

"It is an honor to meet with you sir, I am kentarchos Polend. I speak for Prōtomandatōr Scott although he and others do not want other to know I do and am here. If you would please I desire my presence here to remain secret. But Before any more introduction or pleasantries are made I'm afraid our submarine will have to leave now back to the Thon Fleet. No one must know I came here, including those in my own navy. The submarine must not be gone from them for long, for fear of its absence being noticed, despite them not being part of the battlegroup and diverted from...elsewhere."

The Thon submarine starts to submerge again and head back to distant waters having completing its covert delivery of the Thon Commonwealth Emissary.

"You may receive a few reports soon of some particular security threats that I can tell you more details about. I advise you not to worry about them, we know more of great deal about everything the mercenaries and enemy do than anyone else believes. They have proven useful many a times despite their nature. Especially with what we know, they prove to be quite predictable.

Your enemy has some good space programs to include training and combat which it is extending to its allies, we are wondering, what such things do you have and would you be willing for joint training?"

OOC at this time you still haven't received Burlovias annoying message.

San Diego Port, Mokastana

"We'll Admiral, let's see what we have here from Admiral Alex Franshaw.....with the death of Ambassador Miguel Churro and possibly 55 other Mokan Deaths as a result of the actions of Burlovia in The American Privateer it has been decided by Mokan High Command that the Pacific Fleet is to send no less then three Flotillas for the purpose of maintaining security in The American Privateer.......No sir, doesn't look like a war just yet."

"Very well, then I suggest we ready the Fleets, Contact Paradisa Harbor, notify them that we are to be at the ready. Prepare the 12th 13th AA Flottillas and the 4th Kraken Flotilla. Have the 4th wait for us in Paradisa until we can get there. Also, get me two wolf packs ready to go."

"That is not leaving much for the protection of the coastline Admiral."

"I dare anyone to try something."

TWO HOURS LATER

Admiral Jorge Fernando was shipping out towards TAP onboard his flag ship, the MNS California, a Nietzsche Class Super Dreadnought (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=13268855&postcount=10) to assist Mokan allies in the midst of invasion. Around him was the mass of ships making up the 12th and 13th, and under them was the 7th and 9th wolf packs. It was going to be one interesting future.

Air Attack Flotilla
1x Nietzsche Class Super Dreadnought
2x Nimitz-class supercarriers
2x Gerald R. Ford-class aircraft carriers
15x Arleigh Burke class destroyer
15xZumwalt-class destroyer
20x Hobart Class Air Destroyer
8x Seawolf Class Attack Subs
40 x RQ-8B Fire Scouts
10x CH-53 Sea Stallions
10 x HM1 Merlins
20 x SH-60 Seahawks
150x F-18 Super Hornets
100x F-35s
40x EA-18G Growler

Wolf Pack Flotilla
20x Seawolf class attack submarine
5x Ohio Class Ballistic Missile Submarines

Open and unencrypted Communique broadcast on channels
To: The American Privateer, Admiral Hawk or DaWoad respectively, Admiral Alex Franshaw or Mokastana respectively
From:Prōtomandatōr Scott, Thon Navy chief of staff and naval commander of the Thon battlegroups off the TAP, from the flagship TCS Cybele (TCS meaning Thon Commonwealth Ship)



"I respectively decline and refuse any meeting with your governments or representatives at this current time. The Commonwealth is to have no military forces in and on your nation. Any diplomacy, negotiations, talks, conferences and such will have to be by electronic or ship visual communique unless something can be settled where all parties involved are present I'm afraid. The Commonwealth encourages and welcomes any diplomats or representatives you can send to the Thon Islands, if you could, can, are able or choose to send any. Other than what I just said meeting in person or personal contact with each other would have to be you coming out to us I'm afraid. This refusal and respective decline of your offer is not to be meant as an insult, negativity or hostility but as a gesture and sign of our neutrality in this conflict. We however welcome any and all further electronic communiques."

The Admiral led the two of them inside, where he came to an elevator. Pushing the up button, he looked at the dial to see where the cars where.

"Ah, they are on Deck 14, shouldn't take long for them to come and get us here on Deck 3."

The Dial showed that the cars could reach all the way up to Deck 25, while a map of the area showed that Deck 3 boasted a movie theater with twenty five screens, the second level of a large mall, several dozen restauraunts of various types, an electric rail system, and even a High School.

"The PS Roosevelt is the biggest ship in the world to our knowledge," Lilah explained, "Based on the Freedom Ship, it even has it's own Airport, and a small marina for private vessels on the back, as well as an 18 Hole golf course."
"Wow!" exclaimed Hawk shocked by the sheer size of the ship, "This thing is amazing, heck its a hell of a lot bigger than our biggest carriers and i thought those things were huge."

The Glorious Republic of Leafanistan

We declare there is now a full embargo on all goods coming into and out of America until this war ends. Any ships, aircraft or otherwise not authorized by Allied Forces will be destroyed.

Thank you for your time.

[END]

Space

With the American Space Navy chased away from their satellites, fleeing toward the moon the Leafanistanis decided to do cleanup work. A squadron of MiG-107s, 24 aircraft began an approach vector on the remaining military satellites in operation by the Americans. They would fire on them from extreme range and work out with Avalanches still remained.

Meanwhile on the ground they began construction of a group of capsules and Zenit boosters were taking off nearly every day along with private interests launching their own boosters to get materials up starside.

Soldiers of the Glorious Republican Air and Space Forces began training. These cosmonauts hadn't been informed of their mission yet but it was clear what it might be. They were given new reinforced space suits, the kind derived from space divers but with thick boron infused ceramic armor. They were being trained in the usage of ammunition by firing blanks in special jets. They were also introduced to a new weapon: the ZM-07 Personal LASER Dazzler, which could permanently blind people at nearly infinite ranges in space. Another new weapon was the XPG-69 Man Portable Linear Accelerator. It was powered by a cell of supercapacitors charged via an unmanned Teletank with a RTG for a power source. The tank however seemed to be manufactured by the Northern Baltic. It fired a 57mm depleted uranium slug covered in an iron shell at absurdly high speeds. The students also noticed more and more Baltic soldiers arriving every day at the various academies they trained at.

A few of their instructors hinted at individual capsule training soon and many of them had spent time in space. Clearly based on the size of the classes they were in on Newtonian kinematics, magnetics, and optical physics they were preparing for a major starside operation.

Close to the moon the cruisers closed to an orbit near the General Resources Conglomerate's Lunar Elevator must to their displeasure. General Resources Corvettes kept a close eye on these ships as they planned their next mode of attack. To recon the American assets on the moon they launched drones to see what they could learn.

The growing activity of The Thon in TAP was getting suspicious, and Burlovia chose to get rid of the so-called friend of Burlovia´s enemy. They sent a simple, unencrypted message to TAP.

From: Government
To: TAP

¨

This is what your so called "ally" has TGed to us. The elimination of your leader. If I was you, I would reconsider getting aid from Thon.

OOC: This message is no fake. That is actually a part of the TG he sent to me. You can of cource play IC that you don´t believe me, and that would surely make it more interesting...

Rebecca St. James bristled. The mercenaries where selling themselves out to the mass murderers eh...

Well, she had a response to that. She looked forward to the response to the message from The Thon and sent an order sending the congress and the secretaries to Bushnell Submarine Base. If the PS Roosevelt was going to be attacked, she wanted them to at least be safe.

As the elevator car lifted the DaWoad Admiral and his two escorts up to the deck where the President was resting and healing, Fleet Admiral Jack Ray was met by a Marine.

"Sir, I have been ordered to escort you up to the flight deck, where you, your daughter, and the Secretary of War are to board your Beechcraft and return to The Pillar. It would seem that The Thon is considering turning on us, and the PS Roosevelt was deemed dangerous by the President. I am to escort Admiral Hawk to the Confrence Room with the President from this Point."

"Like hell you will sergeant, I am going to have a little talk with Rebeca myself..."

With that, Admiral ray stormed past, as the Marine followed in his wake, calling out, "Mr. President, Admiral, Wait! You have orders!"

Lilah shrugged and sighed, "Sorry about that, my father can be headstrong sometimes"

San Diego Port, Mokastana

"We'll Admiral, let's see what we have here from Admiral Alex Franshaw.....with the death of Ambassador Miguel Churro and possibly 55 other Mokan Deaths as a result of the actions of Burlovia in The American Privateer it has been decided by Mokan High Command that the Pacific Fleet is to send no less then three Flotillas for the purpose of maintaining security in The American Privateer.......No sir, doesn't look like a war just yet."

"Very well, then I suggest we ready the Fleets, Contact Paradisa Harbor, notify them that we are to be at the ready. Prepare the 12th 13th AA Flottillas and the 4th Kraken Flotilla. Have the 4th wait for us in Paradisa until we can get there. Also, get me two wolf packs ready to go."

"That is not leaving much for the protection of the coastline Admiral."

"I dare anyone to try something."

TWO HOURS LATER

Admiral Jorge Fernando was shipping out towards TAP onboard his flag ship, the MNS California, a Nietzsche Class Super Dreadnought (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=13268855&postcount=10) to assist Mokan allies in the midst of invasion. Around him was the mass of ships making up the 12th and 13th, and under them was the 7th and 9th wolf packs. It was going to be one interesting future.

Air Attack Flotilla
1x Nietzsche Class Super Dreadnought
2x Nimitz-class supercarriers
2x Gerald R. Ford-class aircraft carriers
15x Arleigh Burke class destroyer
15xZumwalt-class destroyer
20x Hobart Class Air Destroyer
8x Seawolf Class Attack Subs
40 x RQ-8B Fire Scouts
10x CH-53 Sea Stallions
10 x HM1 Merlins
20 x SH-60 Seahawks
150x F-18 Super Hornets
100x F-35s
40x EA-18G Growler

Wolf Pack Flotilla
20x Seawolf class attack submarine
5x Ohio Class Ballistic Missile Submarines

General Landry cheered when he saw that the Mokans where coming to their aid. He had done his best to open up good introductory relations per his order during the War Games, and it seemed to have worked. Mokastana was coming to the Aid of The American Privateer.

Official Message to Mokastana

We welcome your assistance, and suggest that you send a dignitary to the PS Roosevelt to meet with our President and with the Admiral of the DaWoad fleet currently giving us aid.

Open and unencrypted Communique broadcast on channels
To: The American Privateer, Admiral Hawk or DaWoad respectively, Admiral Alex Franshaw or Mokastana respectively
From:Prōtomandatōr Scott, Thon Navy chief of staff and naval commander of the Thon battlegroups off the TAP, from the flagship TCS Cybele (TCS meaning Thon Commonwealth Ship)



"I respectively decline and refuse any meeting with your governments or representatives at this current time. The Commonwealth is to have no military forces in and on your nation. Any diplomacy, negotiations, talks, conferences and such will have to be by electronic or ship visual communique unless something can be settled where all parties involved are present I'm afraid. The Commonwealth encourages and welcomes any diplomats or representatives you can send to the Thon Islands, if you could, can, are able or choose to send any. Other than what I just said meeting in person or personal contact with each other would have to be you coming out to us I'm afraid. This refusal and respective decline of your offer is not to be meant as an insult, negativity or hostility but as a gesture and sign of our neutrality in this conflict. We however welcome any and all further electronic communiques."

"We must decline your offer. Your actions show that you are not as trustworthy as we once thought..."

PS Roosevelt
Admiral Hawk sensing that a crisis was building followed behind Fleet admiral Ray as he pushed his way through the Marine Sargent.

ASD Military Command
"Sir the Northern Baltic is readying their space fleet!"
"Alright," replied General Puller "Activate all our Ground to Space defenses and Bring our Space fleet Online. If they decide to go after another civilian target I want to be able to interceed".

The Glorious Republic of Leafanistan

We declare there is now a full embargo on all goods coming into and out of America until this war ends. Any ships, aircraft or otherwise not authorized by Allied Forces will be destroyed.

Thank you for your time.

[END]

Space

With the American Space Navy chased away from their satellites, fleeing toward the moon the Leafanistanis decided to do cleanup work. A squadron of MiG-107s, 24 aircraft began an approach vector on the remaining military satellites in operation by the Americans. They would fire on them from extreme range and work out with Avalanches still remained.

Meanwhile on the ground they began construction of a group of capsules and Zenit boosters were taking off nearly every day along with private interests launching their own boosters to get materials up starside.

Soldiers of the Glorious Republican Air and Space Forces began training. These cosmonauts hadn't been informed of their mission yet but it was clear what it might be. They were given new reinforced space suits, the kind derived from space divers but with thick boron infused ceramic armor. They were being trained in the usage of ammunition by firing blanks in special jets. They were also introduced to a new weapon: the ZM-07 Personal LASER Dazzler, whihttp://forums.jolt.co.uk/newreply.php?do=newreply&noquote=1&p=13574462
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A few of their instructors hinted at individual capsule training soon and many of them had spent time in space. Clearly based on the size of the classes they were in on Newtonian kinematics, magnetics, and optical physics they were preparing for a major starside operation.

Close to the moon the cruisers closed to an orbit near the General Resources Conglomerate's Lunar Elevator must to their displeasure. General Resources Corvettes kept a close eye on these ships as they planned their next mode of attack. To recon the American assets on the moon they launched drones to see what they could learn.

HELLADS and THAAD systems fired on the enemy anti-satellite weaponry, as Jules Verne Class Automated Transfer Vehicles rushed about, dragging vital satellites into the docking bays of the remaining Space Elevators.

All of the Weather satellites had come tumblign out of the sky though, with the exception of 6 DMSP Weather Satellites. All of the Space Observatories, including the ones whose job it was to observe the sun for Solar Radiation Storm Tracking. 12 MilStar Comm Satellites, the remaining three KeyHoles, and all of the Mentor and Lacrosse satellites had taken shelter inside.

As the cruisers orbited the moon, the civilians manning the Mare Tranquiliatus base raised a white flag and all those not working on the Deep Space Tracking System gathered in the main dome, watching the probes investigate the base with fear in their hearts...

The Personnel of the Mare Serenitatus base however where swearing. The Corvettes here where Top Secret, and they had lost their Viper Squadrons when Hades had been taken down. The Corvettes where given a rush job repair, and sent onwards to Ceres Rest and Refit Base.

"Wow!" exclaimed Hawk shocked by the sheer size of the ship, "This thing is amazing, heck its a hell of a lot bigger than our biggest carriers and i thought those things were huge."

Lilah nodded, "Yes, we built it as an emergency center of government should we ever have to abandon New Tortuga. 40,000 people can live and work here, with a further 70 thousand commuting should they so wish. It took a lot of money, and the Military Party kept calling it waste, but seeing as most of the congressmen who survived where Military Party, they won't mind too much anymore."

Lilah followed the other two, shrugging at the marine as she went.

In the room where the President was staying, she looked up in surprise when a panting, slightly disheveled Jack Ray showed up in her room. "Admiral, what the hell is going on here. I thought I ordered you back to The Pillar?"

"You did, but you have to remember, as the First President of this nation, I have the power to violate your orders should I see fit, and right now, I do see fit. Why the HELL did you tell me to do that? What the hell is going on that would make you want to abandon the Roosevelt?"

"The Thon might be turning on us, we don't know for sure though. But the Military Party found out, and their leader, the current Speaker of the House, thanks to those damn Northern Bastards, screamed their heads off to evacuate to Bushnell. Only the Christian Democrats seem to want to stay, and I had to order the five of them currently aboard escorted off under armed guards. And YOU Admiral, are the next in line for the presidency should I die during this war, and I know you won't let the military run things forever. I want you off this boat, NOW, because I know I can trust you to turn this nation back over to the people as soon as the crisis is over. So, are you going to obey, or do I have to order you arrested?"

Her Special Security Service personnel shifted into a more alert position, ready to arrest the Admiral should it be needed.

OOC: She is a real mess right now, half her hair shaven off, bandages covering her body, exactly what you would expect of someone who had a building fall on them.

HELLADS and THAAD systems fired on the enemy anti-satellite weaponry, as Jules Verne Class Automated Transfer Vehicles rushed about, dragging vital satellites into the docking bays of the remaining Space Elevators.

All of the Weather satellites had come tumblign out of the sky though, with the exception of 6 DMSP Weather Satellites. All of the Space Observatories, including the ones whose job it was to observe the sun for Solar Radiation Storm Tracking. 12 MilStar Comm Satellites, the remaining three KeyHoles, and all of the Mentor and Lacrosse satellites had taken shelter inside.

As the cruisers orbited the moon, the civilians manning the Mare Tranquiliatus base raised a white flag and all those not working on the Deep Space Tracking System gathered in the main dome, watching the probes investigate the base with fear in their hearts...

The Personnel of the Mare Serenitatus base however where swearing. The Corvettes here where Top Secret, and they had lost their Viper Squadrons when Hades had been taken down. The Corvettes where given a rush job repair, and sent onwards to Ceres Rest and Refit Base.

Sky Marshall Arcturus had expected this sort of reaction. Regardless, when these satellites were inside they had a major advantage. Now the enemy had to rely on land lines, and traditional communications methods. However their allies might not be so kind toward the enemy. She decided to be gracious, this war already had too much civilian blood spilled.

Declaration of the Glorious Republic

We call for a moratorium on the attack of civilian targets in space. There is no reason to needlessly sacrifice life for a limited tactical benefit.

[END]

Still the remaining targets were watched closely.

Lunar Orbit

The enemy corvettes moved deep into the black and off toward parts unknown. The commander made an order and sent two probes after them, the probes were very slow, but tracked the targets at extreme range. Then came his new priority. Niel Armstrong Air Force Base on the moon.

He prepared his ships and moved slightly farther from the moon and he sent a transmission.

Transmission from the Glorious Republican Space Forces

Greetings, seeking to avoid further bloodshed, we ask for the surrender of all military personnel on the moon and submission to Allied Occupation. Failure to comply will mean we will have to take punitive measures to ensure the safety of civilians in this area.

[END]

He ordered a copy of the transmission to be sent to Earth. As he waited for the response he started getting an encrypted message. It was the details of Operation Yellow Fig.

MSS Firefly

The Crew of Physicist and engineers would watch as the Firefly (http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff213/mokastana/spacestation.jpg?t=1207080554) circled the earth dozens of times, unlike the Genesis which was the first Mokan Military space station, still under construction. Their main project was researching a way to convert solar energy into a propellant for space use. However dozens of other experiments and research was being done up there as well. Often times they would pass the TAP Space stations a with relative relaxed feeling. This time when they passed over TAP they realized how grave of a threat they were in. Not only was a space elevator missing, but it looked like a space battle had just occurred.

"Umm....Space Command we are approaching TAP and it looks like a war just happened here, is there any way we can avoid this situation?"

MSS Firefly

The Crew of Physicist and engineers would watch as the Firefly (http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff213/mokastana/spacestation.jpg?t=1207080554) circled the earth dozens of times, unlike the Genesis which was the first Mokan Military space station, still under construction. Their main project was researching a way to convert solar energy into a propellant for space use. However dozens of other experiments and research was being done up there as well. Often times they would pass the TAP Space stations a with relative relaxed feeling. This time when they passed over TAP they realized how grave of a threat they were in. Not only was a space elevator missing, but it looked like a space battle had just occurred.

"Umm....Space Command we are approaching TAP and it looks like a war just happened here, is there any way we can avoid this situation?"

As the space station passed through the debris field they not only bounced off the melted shards of both Leafanistani and American ships but other things as well. Against one of the viewports, half a Leafanistani cosmonaut, his body frozen with one hand clutching what used to be his waist and the other held aloft as if to point.

Only the surface of his body was frozen, with occasional red droplets of frozen fluid trailing out. His last memory was that of his ship exploding and sending half of him out into space. His final, rather tranquil 12 seconds of life consisted of him feeling a mild chill as the water rapidly evaporated off his skin. He felt hungry. He looked down and saw most of his body missing and the contents of whatever remained in his stomach and intestines being pulled outward.

Soon they would go through an even larger body field as they mixed with American astronauts. One of the cosmonauts had made the mistake of trying to hold his breath, and the results were disturbing. The rapid expansion of gases pushed him outward like a human balloon and ruptured his delicate lungs. He finally vomited out a cloud of blood and organ clumps and was still.

HELLADS and THAAD systems fired on the enemy anti-satellite weaponry, as Jules Verne Class Automated Transfer Vehicles rushed about, dragging vital satellites into the docking bays of the remaining Space Elevators.

All of the Weather satellites had come tumblign out of the sky though, with the exception of 6 DMSP Weather Satellites. All of the Space Observatories, including the ones whose job it was to observe the sun for Solar Radiation Storm Tracking. 12 MilStar Comm Satellites, the remaining three KeyHoles, and all of the Mentor and Lacrosse satellites had taken shelter inside.

As the cruisers orbited the moon, the civilians manning the Mare Tranquiliatus base raised a white flag and all those not working on the Deep Space Tracking System gathered in the main dome, watching the probes investigate the base with fear in their hearts...

The Personnel of the Mare Serenitatus base however where swearing. The Corvettes here where Top Secret, and they had lost their Viper Squadrons when Hades had been taken down. The Corvettes where given a rush job repair, and sent onwards to Ceres Rest and Refit Base.



Lilah nodded, "Yes, we built it as an emergency center of government should we ever have to abandon New Tortuga. 40,000 people can live and work here, with a further 70 thousand commuting should they so wish. It took a lot of money, and the Military Party kept calling it waste, but seeing as most of the congressmen who survived where Military Party, they won't mind too much anymore."

Lilah followed the other two, shrugging at the marine as she went.

In the room where the President was staying, she looked up in surprise when a panting, slightly disheveled Jack Ray showed up in her room. "Admiral, what the hell is going on here. I thought I ordered you back to The Pillar?"

"You did, but you have to remember, as the First President of this nation, I have the power to violate your orders should I see fit, and right now, I do see fit. Why the HELL did you tell me to do that? What the hell is going on that would make you want to abandon the Roosevelt?"

"The Thon might be turning on us, we don't know for sure though. But the Military Party found out, and their leader, the current Speaker of the House, thanks to those damn Northern Bastards, screamed their heads off to evacuate to Bushnell. Only the Christian Democrats seem to want to stay, and I had to order the five of them currently aboard escorted off under armed guards. And YOU Admiral, are the next in line for the presidency should I die during this war, and I know you won't let the military run things forever. I want you off this boat, NOW, because I know I can trust you to turn this nation back over to the people as soon as the crisis is over. So, are you going to obey, or do I have to order you arrested?"

Her Special Security Service personnel shifted into a more alert position, ready to arrest the Admiral should it be needed.

OOC: She is a real mess right now, half her hair shaven off, bandages covering her body, exactly what you would expect of someone who had a building fall on them.

PS Roosevelt
Unobtrusively following Ray into the Room, Admiral Hawk managed to catch the last of the conversation between Ray and the President. " M'am?" Hawk Said, addressing the president. "I may have a solution. We could all move to my flag ship. Its a carrier so you could have the representative from Mokatsana land there and the Thon might be less likely to target a neutral craft. Also there are no Thon boats anywhere near the ASDS Issac Brock and with or fleet we can hold off anything aside from an all up attack on our boats at least long enough to get you and the admiral off of our ship and out of danger. Finally m'am i would want to give you advice but it might be beneficial to have a millitary representative at these talks."

Space Command Aboard The ASDSS Bold
"sir, it looks like the Northern Baltic Command has decided not to target more civilians. Also sir, the TAP,ians have lost most of the rest of their sattelites"
"Alright, Stand down our fleet to high readiness for now and start a high security real time up ink from our satellites to Tap'ian command. It wont be as good as what they had but its still a hell of a lot better than nothing" Replied Admiral Derk Lance.

OOC at this time you still haven't received Burlovia's annoying message and this is a repost from earlier right after he posted it

"Roger that, your submarine shall be sent to the docking bay, where a collar shall be extended to the hatch of your vessel, and the Secretary of War shall be there to meet you."

Secretary of War Moseby, a sorta mousy man, stood by the hatch, waiting to meet with the representative of The Thon, and escort him up to Deck 12, and then to the meeting room.

As the hatch of the Thon Tsnami class submarine opened 6 unarmed Thon Special forces soldiers along with a 5 foot tall rather handsome Thon Navy kentarchos emerged onto its deck greeting the secretary with a smile and wave as he approached the collar being extended to deck of the submarine.

"It is an honor to meet with you sir, I am Kentarchos Polend. I speak for Prōtomandatōr Scott although he and others do not want others to know I do and am here. If you would please I desire my presence here to remain secret. But Before any more introduction or pleasantries are made I'm afraid our submarine will have to leave now back to the Thon Fleet. No one must know I came here, including those in my own navy. The submarine must not be gone from them for long, for fear of its absence being noticed, despite them not being part of the battlegroup and diverted from...elsewhere."

The Thon submarine starts to submerge again and head back to distant waters having completing its covert delivery of the Thon Commonwealth Emissary.

"You may receive a few reports soon of some particular security threats that I can tell you more details about. I advise you not to worry about them, we know more of great deal about everything the mercenaries and enemy do than anyone else believes. They have proven useful many a times despite their nature. Especially with what we know, they prove to be quite predictable.

Your enemy has some good space programs to include training and combat which it is extending to its allies, we are wondering, what such things do you have and would you be willing for joint training?"

OOC at this time you still haven't received Burlovias annoying message.

Sky Marshall Arcturus had expected this sort of reaction. Regardless, when these satellites were inside they had a major advantage. Now the enemy had to rely on land lines, and traditional communications methods. However their allies might not be so kind toward the enemy. She decided to be gracious, this war already had too much civilian blood spilled.

Declaration of the Glorious Republic

We call for a moratorium on the attack of civilian targets in space. There is no reason to needlessly sacrifice life for a limited tactical benefit.

[END]

Still the remaining targets were watched closely.

Lunar Orbit

The enemy corvettes moved deep into the black and off toward parts unknown. The commander made an order and sent two probes after them, the probes were very slow, but tracked the targets at extreme range. Then came his new priority. Niel Armstrong Air Force Base on the moon.

He prepared his ships and moved slightly farther from the moon and he sent a transmission.

Transmission from the Glorious Republican Space Forces

Greetings, seeking to avoid further bloodshed, we ask for the surrender of all military personnel on the moon and submission to Allied Occupation. Failure to comply will mean we will have to take punitive measures to ensure the safety of civilians in this area.

[END]

He ordered a copy of the transmission to be sent to Earth. As he waited for the response he started getting an encrypted message. It was the details of Operation Yellow Fig.

Official Response from Mare Tranquiliatus
The only Military Personnel here are Scientists with the Naval Observatory tasked with tracking large, Near-Earth Asteroids. They are the only ones in the base capable of doing that task. Also, we have orders from the President not to allow you entry. We apologize for the inconvenience.

Official Response from Mare Serenitatus
There is no honor in death, we shall surrender.

Mare Serenitatus
In the base on the Sea of Serenity, the plans for the Vipers where thbrown into a masher, where they where turned into a watery pulp, and from that into clean new sheets of paper. There was no way that they where going to allow the Leafanistani to get those plans.

MSS Firefly

The Crew of Physicist and engineers would watch as the Firefly (http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff213/mokastana/spacestation.jpg?t=1207080554) circled the earth dozens of times, unlike the Genesis which was the first Mokan Military space station, still under construction. Their main project was researching a way to convert solar energy into a propellant for space use. However dozens of other experiments and research was being done up there as well. Often times they would pass the TAP Space stations a with relative relaxed feeling. This time when they passed over TAP they realized how grave of a threat they were in. Not only was a space elevator missing, but it looked like a space battle had just occurred.

"Umm....Space Command we are approaching TAP and it looks like a war just happened here, is there any way we can avoid this situation?"

PS Roosevelt
Unobtrusively following Ray into the Room, Admiral Hawk managed to catch the last of the conversation between Ray and the President. " M'am?" Hawk Said, addressing the president. "I may have a solution. We could all move to my flag ship. Its a carrier so you could have the representative from Mokatsana land there and the Thon might be less likely to target a neutral craft. Also there are no Thon boats anywhere near the ASDS Issac Brock and with or fleet we can hold off anything aside from an all up attack on our boats at least long enough to get you and the admiral off of our ship and out of danger. Finally m'am i would want to give you advice but it might be beneficial to have a millitary representative at these talks."

Space Command Aboard The ASDSS Bold
"sir, it looks like the Northern Baltic Command has decided not to target more civilians. Also sir, the TAP,ians have lost most of the rest of their sattelites"
"Alright, Stand down our fleet to high readiness for now and start a high security real time up ink from our satellites to Tap'ian command. It wont be as good as what they had but its still a hell of a lot better than nothing" Replied Admiral Derk Lance.

"I know that Admiral, but the FORMER President of this Republic is automatically next in line during a Time of War. Thus, Admiral Jack Ray has been ordered to get himself to The Pillar. If you want a military representative then I shall call in General Landry." She turned to Lilah. "Please help me out there."

"Not a chance Madam President, I already know he won't listen to me."

The Admiral sat and fumed looking at his President. He had been the one who suggested her to the Christian Democrats, and had publicly supported her in the election. Hell, he had publicly voted for her even.

"Madam President, how likely do you think an attack on your person is?"

"Not very, but enough that I do not want the next in line in the same ship as me if there is even the possibility of a threat."

"Fine, but I do so under protest," he turned to the other people in the room, "You are my witnesses to this." With that, he stormed out of the room.

"I apolog..."

"No need Lilah, your Dad has always been like that, you know that better than anyone. Admiral, We shall do as you suggest. My nurses and security will have to come with me, so we will be taking Marine 1. Sergeant!"

The Marine from earlier walked in just then.

"Get my doctors in here, and get me transfered to the Helo. we are travelling to neutral territory for the conference."

OOC at this time you still haven't received Burlovia's annoying message and this is a repost from earlier right after he posted it



As the hatch of the Thon Tsnami class submarine opened 6 unarmed Thon Special forces soldiers along with a 5 foot tall rather handsome Thon Navy kentarchos emerged onto its deck greeting the secretary with a smile and wave as he approached the collar being extended to deck of the submarine.

"It is an honor to meet with you sir, I am Kentarchos Polend. I speak for Prōtomandatōr Scott although he and others do not want others to know I do and am here. If you would please I desire my presence here to remain secret. But Before any more introduction or pleasantries are made I'm afraid our submarine will have to leave now back to the Thon Fleet. No one must know I came here, including those in my own navy. The submarine must not be gone from them for long, for fear of its absence being noticed, despite them not being part of the battlegroup and diverted from...elsewhere."

The Thon submarine starts to submerge again and head back to distant waters having completing its covert delivery of the Thon Commonwealth Emissary.

"You may receive a few reports soon of some particular security threats that I can tell you more details about. I advise you not to worry about them, we know more of great deal about everything the mercenaries and enemy do than anyone else believes. They have proven useful many a times despite their nature. Especially with what we know, they prove to be quite predictable.

Your enemy has some good space programs to include training and combat which it is extending to its allies, we are wondering, what such things do you have and would you be willing for joint training?"

OOC at this time you still haven't received Burlovias annoying message.

The Secretary of War extended his hand. "The same to you. It is a pity your commander could not come himself."

Looking at the assembled persons, he wondered aloud, "How do you expect to keep this number of people secret? If it was just you, we could use a smaller elevator, but as it is, we are going to need to use three elevators to move people up to level 14..."

"Our Space Combat Force is primarily dedicated to defense of Shipping. We made a mistake when we sent the Corvettes into combat, but it is all we had. Other than that, just a few units of marines that are rotated between the various Inner colonies. As we speak, our Moon bases are having to surrender to our inability to defend them."

FROM: Admiral Jorge Fernando
TO: TAP(whom it may concern)


I understand there is to be a conference of some kind, please explian this further, our fleet is about two days out.


ENCRYPTION LEVEL: .......DAMN


MSS FIREFLY

The scientist avoided the port windows as they floated threw the carnage and bodies of the battle. No doubt the solar panels would need some cleaning or work done after this mess. Every now and then the bump or thud could be heard from small pieces of debris, be it a scrap of metal to a frozen hand. At this point they decided to activate the engines and try and change orbit to get out of the mess sooner.

"Firefly, this is Ground Command, TAP is under attack and that is probably what you are seeing. If the shit hits the fan get out by any means."

Aboard Marine One
"m'am this is one heck of a Bird, though i suppose I shoulda guessed it after seeing the Roosevelt." Said admiral Hawk "and by the way im sorrry about earlier, I shouldn't have stepped on your toes. Id like to offer you and your family the largest Cabin on our boat for the duration of the talks as well as any aide you require from our medical, catering and clothing staff."

The Secretary of War extended his hand. "The same to you. It is a pity your commander could not come himself."

Looking at the assembled persons, he wondered aloud, "How do you expect to keep this number of people secret? If it was just you, we could use a smaller elevator, but as it is, we are going to need to use three elevators to move people up to level 14..."

"Our Space Combat Force is primarily dedicated to defense of Shipping. We made a mistake when we sent the Corvettes into combat, but it is all we had. Other than that, just a few units of marines that are rotated between the various Inner colonies. As we speak, our Moon bases are having to surrender to our inability to defend them."

OOC the 6 Thon SF guys are in suits like bodyguards not uniforms with flags on them, I apologize for not clarifying at first, my bad.

"Oh these guys? they're a pretty quiet bunch, and not much for talking, if they have to they can speak whatever language is needed. That's why they in particular are my escort, since their training and requirement for them to become SF is that they master 3 other foreign languages spoken outside our commonwealth along with other things that suit them being here with me, these in particular are best suited for the task specializing in the languages used here and er..blending in and.....well I don't know, you could ask them, it's not all that important and I'm a navy man after all and they don't have to stay with me the whole time everywhere I am so...Wow! what a vessel! Wish we could help you in your plight in space but we don't believe much in space warfare or the reason for it since noone lives up there much for stuff to fight over like it is here on Earth, even so it's still so damn big, although I could see why they took out your godrods, those things are nasty. So sad and hard to believe it's going so badly up there in space if you can build such majestic massive things as this beauty! Does the captain of the ship have a pool as his bathtub or something this thing is so massive I would think you would run out of excuses to fill it up with stuff, my god! I think this place even stuns these stern SF guys with us here lol, wait...nope damn SFs, just no humor...their worse than Britain's red guard I tell ya."

OOC Eight people can fit in one elevator. The elevators can't be that small on such a large ship and the SFs never care for comfort or have to be comfortable

Th unarmed SF's immediately became highly suspicious of the excuse for three elevators which would immediately separate them from their person they were guarding, They haven't even had a strip down for weapons which they expected, but just were instead immediately going to be separated which raised a red flag for them. But they still went along with it, albeit nevertheless whispering about it into the kentarchos's ear which he just dismissed, for he knew he would be there for long time not able to come back until possibly long after the conflict subsided only communicating back via secure laser databursts. So he knew he had to make sacrifices, despite his misinterpreted feelings and misinterpretation of what the SF said was out of fear of getting lost on the huge thing rather security and suspicion.

Red America totally supports the American Privateer in its war, we will send 2,000 men to help them. We will help our fellow Americans.

Encrypted Message to The Red American Army
We are currently hosting talks on the ASDS Issac Brock. If you would like to participate in order to offer your aide feel free to do so. I suggest you use a Naval plane with the capability for carrier landings as the Issac Brock is a carrier. Ps. all personnel should be Unarmed as the ASD is providing security and will be checked upon entering. also the plane should be unarmed as well and any escorting planes you feel are necessary must turn back once the enter ASD controlled airspace. Finally you should clear all of this with the American Privateer.

Aboard Marine One
"m'am this is one heck of a helicopter, though i suppose I shoulda guessed it after seeing the Roosevelt." Said admiral Hawk "and by the way im sorry about earlier, I shouldn't have stepped on your toes. Id like to offer you and your family the largest Cabin on our boat for the duration of the talks as well as any aide you require from our medical, catering and clothing staff."

OOC: Just as an FYI, Marine One is a VH-71 Kestrel (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/VH-71_Kestrel), it's no Gryo-Plane...

IC:
"It's fine Admiral, Jack needs to learn that he has to do what I say. He has only been out of power for two years now, and he still finds it hard to not do what he wants to do. One of the hazards of his having been President for Life until he stepped down. And thank you, I am sure my Husband and daughter will enjoy the stay."

She looked over at where her husband and daughter dozed, worn out from the nightlong vigil from the evening when the elevator crashed down.

OOC the 6 Thon SF guys are in suits like bodyguards not uniforms with flags on them, I apologize for not clarifying at first, my bad.

"Oh these guys? they're a pretty quiet bunch, and not much for talking, if they have to they can speak whatever language is needed. That's why they in particular are my escort, since their training and requirement for them to become SF is that they master 3 other foreign languages spoken outside our commonwealth along with other things that suit them being here with me, these in particular are best suited for the task specializing in the languages used here and er..blending in and.....well I don't know, you could ask them, it's not all that important and I'm a navy man after all and they don't have to stay with me the whole time everywhere I am so...Wow! what a vessel! Wish we could help you in your plight in space but we don't believe much in space warfare or the reason for it since noone lives up there much for stuff to fight over like it is here on Earth, even so it's still so damn big, although I could see why they took out your godrods, those things are nasty. So sad and hard to believe it's going so badly up there in space if you can build such majestic massive things as this beauty! Does the captain of the ship have a pool as his bathtub or something this thing is so massive I would think you would run out of excuses to fill it up with stuff, my god! I think this place even stuns these stern SF guys with us here lol, wait...nope damn SFs, just no humor...their worse than Britain's red guard I tell ya."

OOC Eight people can fit in one elevator. The elevators can't be that small on such a large ship and the SFs never care for comfort or have to be comfortable

Th unarmed SF's immediately became highly suspicious of the excuse for three elevators which would immediately separate them from their person they were guarding, They haven't even had a strip down for weapons which they expected, but just were instead immediately going to be separated which raised a red flag for them. But they still went along with it, albeit nevertheless whispering about it into the kentarchos's ear which he just dismissed, for he knew he would be there for long time not able to come back until possibly long after the conflict subsided only communicating back via secure laser databursts. So he knew he had to make sacrifices, despite his misinterpreted feelings and misinterpretation of what the SF said was out of fear of getting lost on the huge thing rather security and suspicion.

OOC: These are the private elevators for the President, three people per elevator....

IC:
"Then I would suggest they speak English for the duration of their stay, and that they present themselves as being from Orleans. Sadly, all the Senators and representatives from that city died in the crash, and they might be able to pull it off, no guarantees though."

The Secretary laughed at the notion of the captain having a pool, "Nope, the only one with a private pool is the President, and that's cause she is the President."

The elevators arrived, and the Secretary directed the kentarchos to the central one, and the SF's to the others, he jumped in each one, hitting the 14 button in each before joining the representative in the central elevator.

"Just as a warning, once they reach Deck 14, they will be searched for weapons. The only way to access it is these elevators, which are kept small to prevent large boarding parties from using them. We keep it seperate, as the government is based out of this deck."

Encrypted Message to The Red American Army
We are currently hosting talks on the ASDS Issac Brock. If you would like to participate in order to offer your aide feel free to do so. I suggest you use a Naval plane with the capability for carrier landings as the Issac Brock is a carrier. Ps. all personnel should be Unarmed as the ASD is providing security and will be checked upon entering. also the plane should be unarmed as well and any escorting planes you feel are necessary must turn back once the enter ASD controlled airspace. Finally you should clear all of this with the American Privateer.

OOC: Fine by me

Red America totally supports the American Privateer in its war, we will send 2,000 men to help them. We will help our fellow Americans.

We welcome the Red American Army's assistance in this, and offer to them a plot of land on Embassy row in which to build an embassy. We also offer them an invitation to the Joint Allied Summit upon the ASDS Issac Brock, with DaWoad's permission of course.

OOC: Just click on the embassy link in my sig to establish one in our land.

IC:
The Pillar
At the small Airstrip outside The Pillar, Damien Archer, the Secretary of the Air Force, waited impatiently for his wife and father-in-law to arrive. He knew that he was going to have to fly out to a vessel beyond the Roosevelt, and he was not happy about being away from Lilah again, especially since Jack was going to have to come with him, and the four year old was precocious.

As the plane landed and the two passengers departed, he smiled as Lilah ran towards him. They hugged each other tightly, not wanting to let go. Jack meanwhile, ran forwards to his grandfather and namesake, and bear-tackled the Admiral's leg.

"Hey there sport, good to see you too buddy."

As the two of them broke apart with a long, heartfelt kiss, Damien ran towards a waiting V-22, Jack in hand.

"Damien, Chester already agreed to look after Jack! Seems Mya has been asking about him, and wants to play with him!"

"Thanks Jack, I'll remember that!"

And with that, he boarded the Osprey, and flew towards the waiting carrier.

Aboard ASDS Issac Brock
"Welcome aboard sirs,"Said the man standing at attention with a squad of 9 other marines standing behind him. "my name is Sargent Odell sirs, and i'm leading the security detachment that will be looking after you for the duration of your stay aboard the Brock. I'm a member of the spec. for. contingent of marines in this fleet as are all of my men. If you brought your own security force we can work with them and if not we can handle your and your families security ourselves. Now you folks look pretty tired so let me show you to your cabin.""One Second Sargent." Admiral Hawk replied, "M'am, m'am, sir if any of you have any questions feel free to direct them to myself or the Sargent. Also I believe we should wait for the arrival of The Red American and Mokastana. Until that time you have the run of the ship. The cabin you are in does have a hot tub but this isn't quite up to the standards of the Roosevelt. Also there is a gym on the third deck and recreational facilities on the fourth. Should you need any medical assistance we offer our medical facilities for your use."
Encrypted Message to The Red American Army
Feel free to join us at the summit aboard the ASDS Issac Brock. Be sure to follow all regulations put in place in the previous Message.
Encrypted Message to Mokastana
There is currently a meeting happening aboard the carrier Flag ship ASDS Issac Brock which is in theater. This meeting is to discus military plans around the defense of The American Privateer as well as the roles of the various parties involved. If you would like to be involved please send a plane capable of carrier landing to these talks. Any air escort that you wish to provide must turn back once it enters ASD controlled space. We will be providing security for the entirety of the summit but should you wish to bring your own security force they will be checked once they reach the ASDS DaWoad in order to insure that they are not saboteurs of any kind. Thank you for your co-operation
signed,
Admiral Hawk

Out beyond the Barrier Islands, the monsoon was gearing up again. Thunderstorms, pushed out ahead of the storm, began to swirl around it, before getting absorbed into the storm itself. As it moved closer, the population had three days before the storms would break upon the mainland. This year, the storms where going to be so bad, that the entire nation would be covered in thunderclouds, and the One Day Calm was of uncertain nature...

Aboard ASDS Issac Brock
"Welcome aboard sirs,"Said the man standing at attention with a squad of 9 other marines standing behind him. "my name is Sargent Odell sirs, and i'm leading the security detachment that will be looking after you for the duration of your stay aboard the Brock. I'm a member of the spec. for. contingent of marines in this fleet as are all of my men. If you brought your own security force we can work with them and if not we can handle your and your families security ourselves. Now you folks look pretty tired so let me show you to your cabin.""One Second Sargent." Admiral Hawk replied, "M'am, m'am, sir if any of you have any questions feel free to direct them to myself or the Sargent. Also I believe we should wait for the arrival of The Red American and Mokastana. Until that time you have the run of the ship. The cabin you are in does have a hot tub but this isn't quite up to the standards of the Roosevelt. Also there is a gym on the third deck and recreational facilities on the fourth. Should you need any medical assistance we offer our medical facilities for your use."
Encrypted Message to The Red American Army
Feel free to join us at the summit aboard the ASDS Issac Brock. Be sure to follow all regulations put in place in the previous Message.
Encrypted Message to Mokastana
There is currently a meeting happening aboard the carrier Flag ship ASDS Issac Brock which is in theater. This meeting is to discus military plans around the defense of The American Privateer as well as the roles of the various parties involved. If you would like to be involved please send a plane capable of carrier landing to these talks. Any air escort that you wish to provide must turn back once it enters ASD controlled space. We will be providing security for the entirety of the summit but should you wish to bring your own security force they will be checked once they reach the ASDS DaWoad in order to insure that they are not saboteurs of any kind. Thank you for your co-operation
signed,
Admiral Hawk

The Special Security Service personnel, seven of them in number,formed a small perimeter around the President as her husband helped her doctor lower the wheel chair she was currently confined to down onto the deck of the ship. Mya looked around in awe at the vessel, though she also looked ready to go back to bed. Chester took up position beside his wife, as her doctor wheeled Rebeca towards the doors.

Rebeca chortled at the comparison to the Roosevelt. As a singular ship, no vessel was up to standards of it, and she was used to the amenities of a Carrier. "Thank you for the Hot Tub, my doctors have recomended I use it during my recovery, so I shall take full advantage of it. Now, if we could get to the rooms, I apologise, but I am tired, and Mya will be fussy all day if she doesn't lay down for her nap."

Reaching out, Rebeca took her daughter from Chester, who took up position behind the chair, and pushed his wife and daughter towards the hatch.

Meanwhile, the V-22 Osprey that was carrying the Secretary of the Air Force neared the Carrier.

"ASDS Issac Brock, this is Foxtrot Echo One One Seven, Callsign Mjolnir, requesting permission to land, over."

On Board the MNS California

"Admiral, we got a message, apperently there is a meeting on a Dawoad Flagship. They want us to send someone to talk with them. Who do you want to send."

"I would like to wait till we are closer, allied command confined to one ship is far to nice a target for the enemy to pass up."

"We are still about 30 hours out of theater, so I recommend that we not send anyone till we are there"

"I don't think we should let that great of a target wait so long. Contact Division Colonel Pedro Cortez, have him go. Fly them in on fighter jets, that way its quick and can be well hidden."


One hour later five F-18 Super Hornets took off with one trainer loaded with Colonel Cortez on board. Cortez was in charge of the 20,000 marine division that the fleets were escorting to TAP for assistance in the war. Hopefully nothing bad would happen, if it did, then the Major will have to pick up the slack.

Out beyond the Barrier Islands, the monsoon was gearing up again. Thunderstorms, pushed out ahead of the storm, began to swirl around it, before getting absorbed into the storm itself. As it moved closer, the population had three days before the storms would break upon the mainland. This year, the storms where going to be so bad, that the entire nation would be covered in thunderclouds, and the One Day Calm was of uncertain nature...



The Special Security Service personnel, seven of them in number,formed a small perimeter around the President as her husband helped her doctor lower the wheel chair she was currently confined to down onto the deck of the ship. Mya looked around in awe at the vessel, though she also looked ready to go back to bed. Chester took up position beside his wife, as her doctor wheeled Rebeca towards the doors.

Rebeca chortled at the comparison to the Roosevelt. As a singular ship, no vessel was up to standards of it, and she was used to the amenities of a Carrier. "Thank you for the Hot Tub, my doctors have recomended I use it during my recovery, so I shall take full advantage of it. Now, if we could get to the rooms, I apologise, but I am tired, and Mya will be fussy all day if she doesn't lay down for her nap."

Reaching out, Rebeca took her daughter from Chester, who took up position behind the chair, and pushed his wife and daughter towards the hatch.

Meanwhile, the V-22 Osprey that was carrying the Secretary of the Air Force neared the Carrier.

"ASDS Issac Brock, this is Foxtrot Echo One One Seven, Callsign Mjolnir, requesting permission to land, over."
Aboard ASDS Issac Brock Control Tower
"Foxtrot Echo One One Seven you are cleared to land."
"F-18 Super Hornets you have entered DaWoad controlled airspace. Please state the nature of your business or turn back"
Aboard the ASDS Issac Brock
"Not at all m'am," Replied Hawk" and watched as the president left followed by her guard and the Spec. For. troops assigned to assist her. "Now there is one tough lady." Hawk remarked to his XO who had just stepped out of the hatch. "Yes, sir. " Replied the XO, "Be advised sir we have 5 F-18 Super Hornets on the way in. They are showing Mokastana identification but iv put up 10 Hawk-1s to bring them in if they are." "Sounds good," said Hawk "any word from the Red Americans?" "none sir." replied the XO. "fine," Replied hawk "we'll give em a few days to respond then start without em."

Aboard ASDS Issac Brock Control Tower
"F-18 Super Hornets you have entered DaWoad controlled airspace. Please state the nature of your business or turn back"



"This is Mokan Hornet one, orders to make contact with TAP allies and commence communications."

Encrypted Radio Broadcast
"Mokan Hornet one, welcome, our squad will escort you in"

Airspace Near ASDS Issac Brock
Two Flights of 5 F-47A Hawk-1 Strike fighters formed up next to the 5 Super Hornets and escorted them towards the ASDS Issac Brock

Aboard ASDS Issac Brock Control Tower
"Foxtrot Echo One One Seven you are cleared to land."
"F-18 Super Hornets you have entered DaWoad controlled airspace. Please state the nature of your business or turn back"
Aboard the ASDS Issac Brock
"Not at all m'am," Replied Hawk" and watched as the president left followed by her guard and the Spec. For. troops assigned to assist her. "Now there is one tough lady." Hawk remarked to his XO who had just stepped out of the hatch. "Yes, sir. " Replied the XO, "Be advised sir we have 5 F-18 Super Hornets on the way in. They are showing Mokastana identification but iv put up 10 Hawk-1s to bring them in if they are." "Sounds good," said Hawk "any word from the Red Americans?" "none sir." replied the XO. "fine," Replied hawk "we'll give em a few days to respond then start without em."

The V-22 Landed, and the Secretary of the Air Force stepped out, his uniform plain and unpretentious. Beside him, was his son, Jack.

As his Tilt-Rotor took off behind him, Damien ran forward to greet Admiral Hawk, his hand extended, "Admiral Hawk, I am General Damien Archer, Secretary of the Air Force for The American Privateer, and this is my son, Jack. I believe you already met his grand-father. Seeing as the Admiral was forced to return to The Pillar," Damien chuckled just then, "I have been dispatched in his place. I understand that the President is already aboard, how did she look to you? I haven't had a chance to see her yet."

Aboard the ASDS Issac Brock
"Welcome to the Issac Brock sir," Said Admiral Hawk accepting the offered hand and shaking it. "And i believe that forced is probably a bit of an understatement, the admiral looked rather . . . . um thunderous." Hawk's features darkened slightly " as to the president, frankly, she looked like a city fell on her but shes getting the best care that both my doctors and yours can offer at the moment and while im no doctor i believe she will recover fully." Turning to Jack, Hawk nodded in greeting "welcome to the ship son i hope you have a good stay". Hawk then turned to a corporal of the marines leading a detachment of five troops. "Corporal take these Gentlemen to the nicest suite we have still available aboard the Brock, unload their gear and give them anything they need. Then i suspect they may want to see their president so check in with her guards and if she is not sleeping then lead them to her. otherwise show them the ship or whatever they want." Turning back to colonel Archer Hawk said "sorry sir i should have introduced you. the corporal and his men will be you security force while you stay with us and you can ask them for anything you would like including clothes, food, a tour or anything else and feel free to use any of the ships facilities as well. I hope to see you again sir but i must now take my leave. enjoy the ship sirs!" Saluting Hawk then turned on his heel and headed back to the flag bridge.

Aboard the ASDS Issac Brock
"Welcome to the Issac Brock sir," Said Admiral Hawk accepting the offered hand and shaking it. "And i believe that forced is probably a bit of an understatement, the admiral looked rather . . . . um thunderous." Hawk's features darkened slightly " as to the president, frankly, she looked like a city fell on her but shes getting the best care that both my doctors and yours can offer at the moment and while im no doctor i believe she will recover fully." Turning to Jack, Hawk nodded in greeting "welcome to the ship son i hope you have a good stay". Hawk then turned to a corporal of the marines leading a detachment of five troops. "Corporal take these Gentlemen to the nicest suite we have still available aboard the Brock, unload their gear and give them anything they need. Then i suspect they may want to see their president so check in with her guards and if she is not sleeping then lead them to her. otherwise show them the ship or whatever they want." Turning back to colonel Archer Hawk said "sorry sir i should have introduced you. the corporal and his men will be you security force while you stay with us and you can ask them for anything you would like including clothes, food, a tour or anything else and feel free to use any of the ships facilities as well. I hope to see you again sir but i must now take my leave. enjoy the ship sirs!" Saluting Hawk then turned on his heel and headed back to the flag bridge.

"Thunderous, best description of my Father-in-law I have heard yet." He chortled. However, he stopped and grew serious as he heard the description of her status. He may have voted for the Republican Party candidate in the last election, but he had a lot of respect for Rebeca. "I don't doubt it, she wouldn't have been endorsed by the Admiral if she wasn't a survivor."

"Pleasure to meet you, and thank you for assisting in this, wish we could hold it aboard the Roosevelt, but I can understand the President's nervousness about it, it is a very big ship..."

Archer returned the salute, and followed the corporal into the ship.

Down in her room, Rebeca was being helped into the hot tub by her husband. She winced when her tailbone hit the bottom harder than anticipated, but it didn't take her long to begin to relax. It was the first chance she had had in a long while to do so, and she intended to enjoy it. She closed her eyes and was lost in the bliss, until she heard a ripping noise.

Opening her eyes, she saw that her husband had opened a bag of medicine that the doctors had recommended for helping her wounds heal. He dumped some in, up to the prescribed dosage, and then sat back in a chair.

He almost jumped as a knock came at the door, announcing that Damien had packed in, and was here to see them.

Aboard the ASDS Issac Brock
"Welcome to the Issac Brock sir," Said Admiral Hawk accepting the offered hand and shaking it. "And i believe that forced is probably a bit of an understatement, the admiral looked rather . . . . um thunderous." Hawk's features darkened slightly " as to the president, frankly, she looked like a city fell on her but shes getting the best care that both my doctors and yours can offer at the moment and while im no doctor i believe she will recover fully." Turning to Jack, Hawk nodded in greeting "welcome to the ship son i hope you have a good stay". Hawk then turned to a corporal of the marines leading a detachment of five troops. "Corporal take these Gentlemen to the nicest suite we have still available aboard the Brock, unload their gear and give them anything they need. Then i suspect they may want to see their president so check in with her guards and if she is not sleeping then lead them to her. otherwise show them the ship or whatever they want." Turning back to colonel Archer Hawk said "sorry sir i should have introduced you. the corporal and his men will be you security force while you stay with us and you can ask them for anything you would like including clothes, food, a tour or anything else and feel free to use any of the ships facilities as well. I hope to see you again sir but i must now take my leave. enjoy the ship sirs!" Saluting Hawk then turned on his heel and headed back to the flag bridge.

"Thunderous, best description of my Father-in-law I have heard yet." He chortled. However, he stopped and grew serious as he heard the description of her status. He may have voted for the Republican Party candidate in the last election, but he had a lot of respect for Rebeca. "I don't doubt it, she wouldn't have been endorsed by the Admiral if she wasn't a survivor."

"Pleasure to meet you, and thank you for assisting in this, wish we could hold it aboard the Roosevelt, but I can understand the President's nervousness about it, it is a very big ship..."

Archer returned the salute, and followed the corporal into the ship.

Down in her room, Rebeca was being helped into the hot tub by her husband. She winced when her tailbone hit the bottom harder than anticipated, but it didn't take her long to begin to relax. It was the first chance she had had in a long while to do so, and she intended to enjoy it. She closed her eyes and was lost in the bliss, until she heard a ripping noise.

Opening her eyes, she saw that her husband had opened a bag of medicine that the doctors had recommended for helping her wounds heal. He dumped some in, up to the prescribed dosage, and then sat back in a chair.

He almost jumped as a knock came at the door, announcing that Damien had packed in, and was here to see them.

Once the Super Hornets landed Division Colonel Cortez climbed out, as a marine he had been trained to handle the G force of fighter planes, but he never thought that he would actually need to deal with it. Once he climbed out he stretched his legs, donned his Dark Green beret and marched off the flight deck looking for whoever was in charge of this mess. In his hands was a folder with the information of what Mokastana was bringing in theater, no doubt this was going to be an interesting war.

When he finally met the delegetes he decided to introduce himself:

"Division Colonel Pedro Cortez, Jaguar Infantry, Marines."

Once the Super Hornets landed Division Colonel Cortez climbed out, as a marine he had been trained to handle the G force of fighter planes, but he never thought that he would actually need to deal with it. Once he climbed out he stretched his legs, donned his Dark Green beret and marched off the flight deck looking for whoever was in charge of this mess. In his hands was a folder with the information of what Mokastana was bringing in theater, no doubt this was going to be an interesting war.

When he finally met the delegetes he decided to introduce himself:

"Division Colonel Pedro Cortez, Jaguar Infantry, Marines."
"Sir! Admiral Hawk Commander in Chief, First Fleet. Welcome on board." Lowering his arm from the salute Admiral Hawk looked over the Colonel. Despite the fighter flight the Colonel had maintained a remarkably clean and pressed set of fatigues and even managed to hold on to a Dark Green Beret. "Sir, if I may, this is Sargent Erwin, he and his platoon will be providing security for yourself while you are on board. At the moment the other delegates are resting up but we will be having a preliminary meeting tomorrow at 1000 hours if the president of TAP is feeling up to it. The Sargent here will show you to your quarters, then can show you around the ship if that is what you would like."

(Colonel Cortez is wearing standard fatigues, not a uniform, Mokan officers only wear them for ceremonies)

"Thank you Admiral Hawk, how about my pilots, can they at least get refueled to head back to the Mokan Fleet?"

He looked at the Sargent and his men, trying to figure out how good they would be in combat. Being a Graduate of the Jaguar school, Cortez had killed in Combat before, during the Great Civil war, but he was a lowly Lieutenant back then. Though kills were kills, and he had gotten five that day, not enough to apply for Jagaur Elite, but Jaguar was good enough for his duties.

(more information on this in my factbook: )

short rank system employed by the Mokan army, where rank is based on what you command rather then anything else, and little emphasis is placed on it. Rather they look to a separate rank system to show how good of a fighter you are, it is as follows:

Conscript: serving your two years, then moving on with life...mostly national gaurd and military units not called to combat
Standard Infantry: Voluntary soldiers, often joining combat oriented units, many hoping to become Jaguars
Jaguar Standard: you must achieve 3 kills in combat and be recommended by your commander for Jaguar training
Jaguar Infantry: Finished Jaguar training in survival, guerrilla and vehicle operations.
Jaguar Elite: Jaguars who have made 6 kills and gone through Elite training, used for embassy security, and commando operations, often they pick a specialization.

Aboard the ASDS Issac Brock
"yes sir, the planes are in fact being refueled as we speak and will be escorted out of the airspace we are controlling sir. now im sorry sir but you'll have to excuse me. Welcome once again to my Ship sir." with that hawk turn on his heel and marched off leaving the Sargent to lead the Colonel to his quarters.

Chester looked a question over to his wife. She nodded, and he walked over to the door, and opened it. There stood Damien, out of uniform, and into his casual clothes. He smiled dutifully at Chester, and asked, "May i come in?"

"Of course Damien, come in, come in."

Damien stepped over the threshold, and caught his first sight of the president. He barely stifled an oath as he caught sight of her. Half her hair was gone, her skin was burned, she had bandages everywhere, and she looked, as Admiral Hawk had aptly described, like she had had a city dropped on top of her.

"Madam President, if you don't mind my saying, you look like Hell."

Rebeca smirked at that, "Really? I still haven't looked in a mirror, but if I look as bad as I felt..." Her face fell at that.

"Well, thought I should stop in and let you know that we are planning on meeting at 10 am tomorrow, if you feel like you are going to be ready for it. Now, I will let you rest, and make sure that Jack is asleep. He has been awake since Cheyenne fell, and he doesn't seem to want to sleep..."

Shaking his head, Damien said his goodbyes, and made his way back to his room. Once the door closed behind him, he made it a small ways down the corridor before he had to slam a fist into the bulkheads. If he had anything to say about it, The Northern Baltic would pay.

Slumping against the wall, all the pain that had built up over the past day came welling out. For about an hour, he just sat, his back against the bulkhead, his head in his hands, and he cried.

Chester looked a question over to his wife. She nodded, and he walked over to the door, and opened it. There stood Damien, out of uniform, and into his casual clothes. He smiled dutifully at Chester, and asked, "May i come in?"

"Of course Damien, come in, come in."

Damien stepped over the threshold, and caught his first sight of the president. He barely stifled an oath as he caught sight of her. Half her hair was gone, her skin was burned, she had bandages everywhere, and she looked, as Admiral Hawk had aptly described, like she had had a city dropped on top of her.

"Madam President, if you don't mind my saying, you look like Hell."

Rebeca smirked at that, "Really? I still haven't looked in a mirror, but if I look as bad as I felt..." Her face fell at that.

"Well, thought I should stop in and let you know that we are planning on meeting at 10 am tomorrow, if you feel like you are going to be ready for it. Now, I will let you rest, and make sure that Jack is asleep. He has been awake since Cheyenne fell, and he doesn't seem to want to sleep..."

Shaking his head, Damien said his goodbyes, and made his way back to his room. Once the door closed behind him, he made it a small ways down the corridor before he had to slam a fist into the bulkheads. If he had anything to say about it, The Northern Baltic would pay.

Slumping against the wall, all the pain that had built up over the past day came welling out. For about an hour, he just sat, his back against the bulkhead, his head in his hands, and he cried.

Coming back from the flag bridge Hawk decided to check up on the president or at least talk to her guard to make sure she was ok. Turning the corner to her corridor He nearly ran into the Sargent covering one end of it. "Why are you-" Hawk began to ask then seeing the General slumped on the ground "oh I see". Hawk Walked carefully up to the Damien and knelt in front of him. "Sir? I was heading down to the rec facility if you'd care to join me. we may not be the Roosevelt but we do have a bar and ill even buy the first round."

Coming back from the flag bridge Hawk decided to check up on the president or at least talk to her guard to make sure she was ok. Turning the corner to her corridor He nearly ran into the Sargent covering one end of it. "Why are you-" Hawk began to ask then seeing the General slumped on the ground "oh I see". Hawk Walked carefully up to the Damien and knelt in front of him. "Sir? I was heading down to the rec facility if you'd care to join me. we may not be the Roosevelt but we do have a bar and ill even by the first round."

Aboard the ASDS Issac Brock
Looking up, the secretary nodded. He stood shakily, his eyes swollen and red from tears. Wiping his hand under his eyes, he wiped away the tears, and followed the admiral to the bar.

Once there, he sat and tried to think. He was not normally a man taken to drink, but for some reason, he couldn't help but crave whiskey.

"Sorry about that, but I lived in New Tortuga. I had family there, pictures, heirlooms, friends. Sam Raines, he watched over Jack from time to time when Lilah and I had to work nights. His mother and father would BBQ with us. And more than likely, they are dead. Just some of those we knew. And then seeing the President that way? She was one of the Admiral's protege's in the diplomatic world. Ever since I met Lilah, I have known her. Seeing her like that...I guess it all just came crashing down on me at once."

And with that, he tossed back a shot of whiskey, and slammed the glass on the table. Not used to the drink, he started to cough as the raw liquid scraped and burned his throat.

"If Lilah where here, she would have scolded me for that."

The Pillar
Lilah sat in her office, looking at a picture from a picnic in the green zone of the Sky Plateau in which she and Damien had lived. There, Sam and Allison and Rayne Raines where smiling out of the picture, as Rebeca and Chester sat, looking into each other's eyes. Her father was there, and judging by his clothing, this was from before he had handed the reigns back over to the civilian government.

As she sat and stared, her phone rang.

"Lilah Archer."

"Ma'am, we have a phone call from an Allison Raines for you."

"What!? She's alive? Patch her through!"

The line clicked as she was transfered.

"Lilah, it's Allison," from the way that Allison sounded like she was crying, Lilah knew something was wrong, "Sam is dead, and I haven't heard anything from Rayne. I think he might be dead too..."

Lilah's heart skipped a beat, just as her father came to look in her door.

"Hey kiddo, let's grab some lunch...What's wrong?"

"Sam Raines is dead..."

The Admiral looked shocked speechless, as his mouth worked over like a goldfish.

Aboard the ASDS Issac Brock
Looking up, the secretary nodded. He stood shakily, his eyes swollen and red from tears. Wiping his hand under his eyes, he wiped away the tears, and followed the admiral to the bar.

Once there, he sat and tried to think. He was not normally a man taken to drink, but for some reason, he couldn't help but crave whiskey.

"Sorry about that, but I lived in New Tortuga. I had family there, pictures, heirlooms, friends. Sam Raines, he watched over Jack from time to time when Lilah and I had to work nights. His mother and father would BBQ with us. And more than likely, they are dead. Just some of those we knew. And then seeing the President that way? She was one of the Admiral's protege's in the diplomatic world. Ever since I met Lilah, I have known her. Seeing her like that...I guess it all just came crashing down on me at once."

And with that, he tossed back a shot of whiskey, and slammed the glass on the table. Not used to the drink, he started to cough as the raw liquid scraped and burned his throat.

"If Lilah where here, she would have scolded me for that."

The Pillar
Lilah sat in her office, looking at a picture from a picnic in the green zone of the Sky Plateau in which she and Damien had lived. There, Sam and Allison and Rayne Raines where smiling out of the picture, as Rebeca and Chester sat, looking into each other's eyes. Her father was there, and judging by his clothing, this was from before he had handed the reigns back over to the civilian government.

As she sat and stared, her phone rang.

"Lilah Archer."

"Ma'am, we have a phone call from an Allison Raines for you."

"What!? She's alive? Patch her through!"

The line clicked as she was transfered.

"Lilah, it's Allison," from the way that Allison sounded like she was crying, Lilah knew something was wrong, "Sam is dead, and I haven't heard anything from Rayne. I think he might be dead too..."

Lilah's heart skipped a beat, just as her father came to look in her door.

"Hey kiddo, let's grab some lunch...What's wrong?"

"Sam Raines is dead..."

The Admiral looked shocked speechless, as his mouth worked over like a goldfish.
Aboard the ASDS
"Its really not a problem, I believe that having those feelings is a sign of strength not weakness and you are among friends here. I have never experienced anything like this but many of my friends were badly hurt or killed during our civil war and it me really hard." Hawk said, tossing back his shot as well. "If you would like to do so we can arrange for a memorial to be held here. that was one of the things that helped me to work through my pain.Of course normally this would involve a wake seeing as how we are mostly Celtic here but we could arrange for anything that you or the President would like."

"There has got to be a bar around here somewhere on this ship."

Colonel Cortez was thirsty, but not for water, what he needed was the power of alcohol, suffering from insomnia most nights he would drink a few shots of Tequila and go to bed, hoping the night terrors wouldn't be to bad. Cortez had been on the fronts with his men like any good commander, and in the Mejican Revolution he had been stationed in Mejico City and witnessed things that no man should ever see. Streets as far as the eye can see painted red with the blood of militia and Penal Corps. Children armed with teddy bears filled with explosives, killing with love, as they called it. He needed a drink before any worse thoughts came to mind. He was lead by the escort to the bar and looked around at how empty it was minus a few drinkers in the corner, he walked up and ordered three shots of tequila.

Aboard the ASDS
"Its really not a problem, I believe that having those feelings is a sign of strength not weakness and you are among friends here. I have never experienced anything like this but many of my friends were badly hurt or killed during our civil war and it me really hard." Hawk said, tossing back his shot as well. "If you would like to do so we can arrange for a memorial to be held here. that was one of the things that helped me to work through my pain.Of course normally this would involve a wake seeing as how we are mostly Celtic here but we could arrange for anything that you or the President would like."

"Ah, the Irish Wake. Reminds me of when I buried my dad. A week of singing and drinking. Haven't touched whiskey since then. Probably why I figured I needed some now. I'll have to talk with the President, I know she is planning one for a week from today based off of what Jack said."

"There has got to be a bar around here somewhere on this ship."

Colonel Cortez was thirsty, but not for water, what he needed was the power of alcohol, suffering from insomnia most nights he would drink a few shots of Tequila and go to bed, hoping the night terrors wouldn't be to bad. Cortez had been on the fronts with his men like any good commander, and in the Mejican Revolution he had been stationed in Mejico City and witnessed things that no man should ever see. Streets as far as the eye can see painted red with the blood of militia and Penal Corps. Children armed with teddy bears filled with explosives, killing with love, as they called it. He needed a drink before any worse thoughts came to mind. He was lead by the escort to the bar and looked around at how empty it was minus a few drinkers in the corner, he walked up and ordered three shots of tequila.

The secretary looked over and assessed the Mokastana Colonel. "You must be the guy our new allies sent to us. Secretary Damien Archer, at your service."

Langley Air Force Base
Three Squadrons of B-59 Starbombers took off, aimed at the Leafanistan fleet. Onboard, they had modified CBU-97's with Krakatoa submunitions replacing the munitions on the original skeet. Flying out, they flew at Angel's 70, and dropped their weapons from above the cloud cover, the system's IR and Radar tracking taking over the targeting.

"Colonel Cortez, Could i get a bottle of Tequila and a shot glass."

Aboard the ASDS Issac Brock
"I'm sorry, I didn't see you sitting there. Damien Archer, this is Colonel Cortez. The secretary is the TAP'ians millitary representative aboard. Colonel Cortez is representing the Mokastanas. Now you gentlemen will have to excuse me. its been a rather long day for all of us and im going to turn in now. And as to a memorial secretary, if you want to hold one here let me know and it will be arranged." Turning to the Barkeeper Hawk said "drinks are on me tonight Tommy get the gentlemen whatever they would like." Hawk then walked out of the door and back towards his cabin.

"Colonel Cortez, Could i get a bottle of Tequila and a shot glass."

Aboard the ASDS Issac Brock
"I'm sorry, I didn't see you sitting there. Damien Archer, this is Colonel Cortez. The secretary is the TAP'ians millitary representative aboard. Colonel Cortez is representing the Mokastanas. Now you gentlemen will have to excuse me. its been a rather long day for all of us and im going to turn in now. And as to a memorial secretary, if you want to hold one here let me know and it will be arranged." Turning to the Barkeeper Hawk said "drinks are on me tonight Tommy get the gentlemen whatever they would like." Hawk then walked out of the door and back towards his cabin.

The secretary nodded to Admiral Hawk as he left, and raised a finger for another shot glass.

"You'll have to excuse me if I don't try to keep up with you, I had to bring my son on board with me, and I really can't go back to my room drunk."

He sat and though for a moment, looking down into the glass as if convinced that it held the secrets to the meaning of life.

"All those people, and all of them dead. So many gone. Friends, family, heirlooms. It sounds stupid, but we had so much physical history from our family stored in that apartment..."

And with that, he knocked back his shot glass, squirming as the raw liquid pored down his throat.

"I don't care if you keep up with me amigo, I'm just looking for a sleep aide."

With that he took the top off the bottle and poured himself a shot, quickly downing it he poured another.

"War is hell, and no matter how far you get from it, it will always be with you."

he took another shot and poured it again just as quickly,

"Hey barkeep, you mind if I take this with me to the room?"

Aboard the ADSD Issac Brock
"Not at all sir, its all on the Admirals tab so if you would like another I can get you that too" Replied Timothy the bar keeper.

"I don't care if you keep up with me amigo, I'm just looking for a sleep aide."

With that he took the top off the bottle and poured himself a shot, quickly downing it he poured another.

"War is hell, and no matter how far you get from it, it will always be with you."

he took another shot and poured it again just as quickly,

"Hey barkeep, you mind if I take this with me to the room?"

The secretary decided then to go to bed. Tossing a goodnight at the barkeep and the colonel, he stepped into the corridor and made his way back to his room.

Laying down, he didn't even bother to change out of his clothes. He dreamt of a burning super city that night, his mind's interpretations of what had happened that day.

When the alarm rang the next morning, he had a slight hangover. Popping a pair of advil, he carried his still tired son over to the President's room.

He knocked and was admitted.

Chester smiled with sympathy at the look of pain on Damien's face, knowing what he had been doing last night.

"I'll see you after the meeting Damien."

"See you then."

With that, Damien took his place behind Rebeca, and pushed her towards the mess hall. It was time for breakfast, and they had things to discuss before they met with the other representatives.

The Mokan took another four or five shots and then handed back the shot glass to the barkeep, but kept the bottle.

"thanks man"

The Colonel was getting tired as he walked back to his room, taking shots of Tequila as he went back, it was his only vice, that before he went to battle again he had to drink, clear his mind, or fog it up, anything to get those images out.

Aboard the ASDS DaWoad
"Alright Chesty," said Admiral Hawk to the Marine Colonel present "your going to be representing our marines at the conference this morning." "Sir, will do sir but we don't really have much power here sir other than the new weapons that haven't been field tested and all our engineers are tied up building up flood defenses for the TAP'ians. Further sir I cant really see a role for us here." looking downcast Colonel Chester Harrington went on "sir you might have even been better to bring along the army sir. at least the ground pounders are good at digging in sir." "Firstly Chesty there is no one id rather have here." Replied Hawk "I hand picked you for this assignment and I know that you and your men will perform as well as anyone else if not better at whatever assignment I find for you. More importantly though I have no idea what the plans will be and at this moment we are still neutral even if we are giving aide to the TAP'ians. I more want you at the meeting in half an hour for your knowledge of ground tactics than anything else. I can hold my own where the Air force is concerned and I'v always been . . .hem, um . . . .rather talented as a navel commander but as to ground tactics . . . .well im rather lost you might say.""Aye Aye sir." replied Chester "ill do my best sir." "I know you will chesty I know you will." Said Hawk "Now lets get ready for this meeting."

The Division Colonel woke up in his bed, with his head pounding, the bottle next to him was half full, or half empty. He was still wearing the fatigues from yesterday. He took four aspirin he brought with him and and began to look around, trying to figure out how he was going to get ready for the day.


500 miles out, onboard the MNS California

"Attention TAP and allies, this is the Mokan Fleet, we are within theatre and requesting information on what we are sailing into.Skies are looking a little cloudy over here."

The Division Colonel woke up in his bed, with his head pounding, the bottle next to him was half full, or half empty. He was still wearing the fatigues from yesterday. He took four aspirin he brought with him and and began to look around, trying to figure out how he was going to get ready for the day.


500 miles out, onboard the MNS California

"Attention TAP and allies, this is the Mokan Fleet, we are within theatre and requesting information on what we are sailing into.Skies are looking a little cloudy over here."

The Pillar, Naval Command
"This is Naval Command of The American Privateer, we read you. Current weather reports out of the National Weather Service show a Class 5 Monsoon building up and ready to smash against the coast in two days time. Advise you to sail for the Port of Orleans or to make for the Emergency Canal and sail to John Paul Jones Naval Base. Either way you should be able to reach safe harbor before the storm hits, and food and water shall be supplied to assist you once on location."

Aboard the ASDS DaWoad
"Alright Chesty," said Admiral Hawk to the Marine Colonel present "your going to be representing our marines at the conference this morning." "Sir, will do sir but we don't really have much power here sir other than the new weapons that haven't been field tested and all our engineers are tied up building up flood defenses for the TAP'ians. Further sir I cant really see a role for us here." looking downcast Colonel Chester Harrington went on "sir you might have even been better to bring along the army sir. at least the ground pounders are good at digging in sir." "Firstly Chesty there is no one id rather have here." Replied Hawk "I hand picked you for this assignment and I know that you and your men will perform as well as anyone else if not better at whatever assignment I find for you. More importantly though I have no idea what the plans will be and at this moment we are still neutral even if we are giving aide to the TAP'ians. I more want you at the meeting in half an hour for your knowledge of ground tactics than anything else. I can hold my own where the Air force is concerned and I'v always been . . .hem, um . . . .rather talented as a navel commander but as to ground tactics . . . .well im rather lost you might say.""Aye Aye sir." replied Chester "ill do my best sir." "I know you will chesty I know you will." Said Hawk "Now lets get ready for this meeting."

Aboard the ASDS DaWoad
Rebeca shifted uneasily in her chair. She knew that she drew stares, she had done so before her injury, and some in the Liberal Party had claimed, with malicious laughter in her voice, that many had voted for her because of her good looks. But these stares where different, they where ones of pity. Even Damien, schooled as he was in the school of politics in how to keep a straight face, found it hard to look at her. She knew that it was all because of her wounds, but she refused to let it show.

"Well, we might want to get started. So, what are the plans? I was thinking aerial bombardment of their naval fleet to keep them tied up, and using the navy to assault the nations themselves. We still haven't gotten reliable intel on what happened to The Northern Baltic after the MOAB attacks, and the Leafanistani's are off the radar due to the storms, so we don't know how much damage we did to the fleet."

Rebeca nodded at that. She had hoped that Damien would have had more intel on the situation with The Northern Baltic, but it looked like a situation that her Orion pilots described as "No Joy on MAD."

MNS California

"We are watching the satellite coverage from the storm, I would prefer to sail out of the storms way protecting my fleet but that would cost us another two days. How good is the storm protection at your harbors? The last thing I need is our fleet damaged before even getting to combat."

MNS California

"We are watching the satellite coverage from the storm, I would prefer to sail out of the storms way protecting my fleet but that would cost us another two days. How good is the storm protection at your harbors? The last thing I need is our fleet damaged before even getting to combat."

"Your best hope in these waters would be to go to Port San Lucas. The Barbary Islands do a good job of protecting the harbors there from the monsoons, and will protect your ships from the storm surge, though not from the rains and winds. Alternately, you can sail into John Paul Jones Naval Base. Both are designed to allow vessels to ride out storms. If you are going to sail in, we advise you do it soon......It seems the storms have shifted, and they are gonna hit sometime around dawn tomorrow. If you make for either port, you will be able to reach them well before sunset, and will be ready for the storms."

Aboard The ASDS Issac Brock
"Sorry Im late," said Hawk on entering the conference room. "we had a slight concern around the weather but its still within tolerance for my ships so theres no problem. Ok welcome to this meeting. We will be discussing both attack and defensive plans as well as the roles of all the nations involved. Ill let TAP start it off as they both have the largest armed forces and are the nation under attack here." As hawk spoke navel chiefs came around with refreshments and on the table was a number of food items.

MNS California

"Can your port handle an extra two Super dreadnoughts, eight super carriers, 166 warships, and 22 Wasp Class transports and about 30 Freighters? Either way we are going full speed for which ever is closer."


The life of a Division Colonel...

The Colonel had gotten in and began listening to the ideas, surely he was not the man for this job. Sitting here with the president of the TAP should be Adam Jackson, or Admiral Franshaw, not a Marine Division Commander. However he had a job to do.


"We are bringing in two Air attack fleets, and two wolf packs, Mokan Command was not sure as to what to expect here so we loaded up with naval power. We have about...."
checks the folder for accurate figures
"4,600 anti-ship missiles, LY45s with a range of 30,000Km on our fleets. Not to include the wolf packs. My Marine division is on transports and that will bring in another 20,000 men, what kind of enemy invasion force can we expect?"

SIC:

A civilian airplane from one of TAP's allies was heading toward the safezone of the TAP airports. Inside, three Leocardians boarded the plane, and looked out of the window, seeing smoke from afar, and knowing that war will soon stretch into the boundaries. They prepared for their landing, which was one hour later.

Aboard The ASDS Issac Brock
"Sorry Im late," said Hawk on entering the conference room. "we had a slight concern around the weather but its still within tolerance for my ships so theres no problem. Ok welcome to this meeting. We will be discussing both attack and defensive plans as well as the roles of all the nations involved. Ill let TAP start it off as they both have the largest armed forces and are the nation under attack here." As hawk spoke navel chiefs came around with refreshments and on the table was a number of food items.

"Thank you, Admiral Hawk, we would like to state the facts so far. We have launched a massive barrage against The Northern Baltic in response to their bringing down the Cheyenne and the destruction of the city and death of 1 billion souls. In response to the Leafanistani navy coming closer, we launched an aerial bombardment against them. Our plans are to tie up the fleet here, and launch attacks against coastal ports with our Battle Groups."

MNS California

"Can your port handle an extra two Super dreadnoughts, eight super carriers, 166 warships, and 22 Wasp Class transports and about 30 Freighters? Either way we are going full speed for which ever is closer."


The life of a Division Colonel...

The Colonel had gotten in and began listening to the ideas, surely he was not the man for this job. Sitting here with the president of the TAP should be Adam Jackson, or Admiral Franshaw, not a Marine Division Commander. However he had a job to do.


"We are bringing in two Air attack fleets, and two wolf packs, Mokan Command was not sure as to what to expect here so we loaded up with naval power. We have about...."
checks the folder for accurate figures
"4,600 anti-ship missiles, LY45s with a range of 30,000Km on our fleets. Not to include the wolf packs. My Marine division is on transports and that will bring in another 20,000 men, what kind of enemy invasion force can we expect?"

"We can support them, most of our fleet is scattered for the time being, waiting for the order to assault."

ASDS Issac Brock
"Well, the subs can dock at Bushnell for resupply. And the Aircraft can land and resupply at any of our numerous Air Force bases. As for the invasion, it looks like that is getting less likely. We are too heavily entrenched for it. So instead, we have a plan to draw away the Baltic forces and strike at them. We think it might work, and if it does, your marines will be included in the assault. We have reason to believe that NOVA is already attempting an assault on the city, and believe that the defenses should be in tatters by the time we try anything.

"Anything that DaWoad wishes to include in the assault will be welcomed as well."

With that, the Secretary of the Air Force sat back, waiting to hear input from the allies as to what they thought of the plan.

OOC: Bushnell is an underground naval base built purely for use by Submarines. If you send them there for refit and resuplly, then a Pilot will have to come aboard to navigate the maze of tunnels to get to the base.

MNS California

"Copy that, see you in a few hours."

Colonel Cortez

"Could you explain further exactly what you are planning? Strike them where? and with what? What is NOVA and what city? You forget we have not been properly briefed on what is going on, I was hoping to get that here. "

MNS California

"Copy that, see you in a few hours."

Colonel Cortez

"Could you explain further exactly what you are planning? Strike them where? and with what? What is NOVA and what city? You forget we have not been properly briefed on what is going on, I was hoping to get that here. "

The President spoke up then, "We are planning an invasion of The Northern Baltic. We started the preliminary with a round of strikes from a group of Ohio Class Ballistic Missile Submarines. Each one fired off a full spread of Trident Missiles, with the Nuclear Warheads replaced with MOAB warheads of course. This was in initial retaliation for the strikes against the Cheyenne Orbital Command Post that brought it crashing down onto the city."

"In response," The Secretary began, "the President granted NOVA Corp a Letter of Marque. They are a Terrorist organization that are active within our nation. They have tried to destroy us in the past, though recently they have decided that they are gonna focus on low level attacks and political changes. They are ruthless, and our hopes is that by sicing them on The Northern Baltic, they will destroy each other. We have gotten word from NOVA that they have sent a cruise ship full of disguised citizens to three cities. One each in Leocardia, Leafanistan, and the Northern Baltic. Our plan, is to use this chaos to draw their fleets away, and then invade The Northern Baltic. We are hoping that the massive MOAB attack launched against them will devastate them enough that we can march in, take their leader back to the PS Roosevelt, and try him for Crimes against Humanity."

"So i take it that we are also facing Leocardia and Leafanistan?

I will report this plan back to the Admiral, no doubt the higher ups, such as Franshaw and Canarias would like to know what is going on. Do we have any way to contact them and get them electronically int this brief?

Encrypted
From: High General Somonov
To: Leaders of Leocardia, Leafanistan and Northern Baltic

I request a video conference to talk about strategy. We will use a group of our most developed information satellites to put you through to us and eachother so tech is not a problem. The chances enemy may pick our messages is very small due to channel hopping, encryption, firewalls etc. so the benefits should be greater than risks. I wait for your response.

"So i take it that we are also facing Leocardia and Leafanistan?

I will report this plan back to the Admiral, no doubt the higher ups, such as Franshaw and Canarias would like to know what is going on. Do we have any way to contact them and get them electronically int this brief?

Aboard The ASDS Issac Brock
Hawk gestured to one of the chiefs at the table. "Sam, get us a mobile com link in here now and see if you can raise the Mokastana fleet from here. As too our involvement we have another carrier fleet on the way. Its entirely new built fleet just produced by our yards in Blue Cove but most of the men and women crewing the ships saw at least some action in our civil war. Even so our forces are going to be pretty damned weak compared to those of Leocardia or Lefanistan. That being said we will support any other fleet with our two carrier fleets or we can launch an attack on burlovia or the Northern Baltic or at least a diversion if you would prefer that we act alone."

After some trouble, satellite connections, connection to the Pacific Fleet HQ, following back to Main Fleet HQ, then connecting to the MNS Mokastana where Admiral Franshaw was, finally Primary Admiral Alex Franshaw, Head of the Mokan Navy and government liaison for when the President was unreachable and the situation involved the navy.


As he came on screen he looked over the briefing that Colonel Cortez has prepared for him and sent via email through secure Mokan Channels. He spoke quietly but powerfully, a man who had seen much combat in Mokastana's history.

"So we are facing an alliance of Northern Baltic, Leocardia and Leafanistan. Leocardia, didn't they just pull out of Greal waiting on Peace talks? On the bright side invasion does not look possible, we don't know what we are facing exactly but you want to invade Northern Baltic is that right?"

OOC: Crap, I missed 3 pages. Anyone mind giving me a heads up why I slap Jolt for not sending me an email in a week.

SIC:

The airplane carrying the three Leocardians landed in a TAP'ian international airport. The plane stopped and boarded the canal, and waited for their luggages to come out.

SIC:

The airplane carrying the three Leocardians landed in a TAP'ian international airport. The plane stopped and boarded the canal, and waited for their luggages to come out.

Like all international travellers, they where ushered to the Customs office before they could even touch their baggage. There, they where ushered through the lines and up to some Transportation Enforcement Agents, whose Job it was to check the pass ports.

OOC: Are they using Leocardian Passports?

Like all international travellers, they where ushered to the Customs office before they could even touch their baggage. There, they where ushered through the lines and up to some Transportation Enforcement Agents, whose Job it was to check the pass ports.

OOC: Are they using Leocardian Passports?

OOC: No. Lets say they're using Cazelian passports.

SIC:

The customs office was where they went. Three of them, looking at each other confused, went inside. They were asked to show the passports, and they opened them openly to the customs office, with a $100 in each of them, hoping if the customs officers were corrupt just like every other ordinary customs agents.

OOC: No. Lets say they're using Cazelian passports.

SIC:

The customs office was where they went. Three of them, looking at each other confused, went inside. They were asked to show the passports, and they opened them openly to the customs office, with a $100 in each of them, hoping if the customs officers were corrupt just like every other ordinary customs agents.

One of the agents, Jason Sams, took the money without a second thought. The other two however, where not so corrupt. They had learned from the mistakes of the past, and when they saw the $100, an alarm was raised. Putting the information in the computer, they sent it on a search through the RSB datatbase, if the Intel or Law Enforcement Database had anything on these guys, it would show. Meanwhile, Aidan Roscoe reached down and hit the panic button, which drew two plain clothes officers towards the room. Attempt to bribe a Customs Official is a minor felony in The American Privateer.

Official Response from Mare Tranquiliatus
The only Military Personnel here are Scientists with the Naval Observatory tasked with tracking large, Near-Earth Asteroids. They are the only ones in the base capable of doing that task. Also, we have orders from the President not to allow you entry. We apologize for the inconvenience.

Official Response from Mare Serenitatus
There is no honor in death, we shall surrender.

Mare Serenitatus
In the base on the Sea of Serenity, the plans for the Vipers where thbrown into a masher, where they where turned into a watery pulp, and from that into clean new sheets of paper. There was no way that they where going to allow the Leafanistani to get those plans.

Encrypted Response to Mare Tranquiliatus

Unless otherwise ordered by Republican forces you are not allowed to communicate with any source wirelessly without getting our permission first.

Encrypted Response to Mare Serenitatus

Unless otherwise ordered by us you are hereby banned from any and all wireless transmissions without permission from us. Please hold until a security force arrives. Your war is over.

High Earth Orbit

Operation Yellow Fig's personnel had finished being moved into space and their Soyuz capsules joined with what resembled a floating fish skeleton with bits of meat hanging off it. These were the 10 assault barges in the Republican arsenal, each one holding 30 landers for a total of 300 cosmonauts. They were followed by 4 larger barges each one holding an armored moon buggy.

They were the First Glorious Republican Lunar Expeditionary Force, under special command jointly by the Marine Corps and Air and Space Forces. Their barges along with 3 missile corvettes left HEO and began their trip to the moon. They were to rendezvous with Baltic Forces already based on the moon and take the Sea of Serenity. In 10 days they would arrive in Lunar Orbit and begin landing operations.

Earth, at sea

The massive fleet had divided itself into 4 large components, each one headed by a superdreadnought to spread itself out. They were under orders not to come within 200km unless pursuing enemies. Their orders included destroying anything attempting to come near them by any means necessary.

Within 200km of Leafanistani Coastline

The Coast Guard had mobilized itself in force with even primary school graduates (16+) engaged in reserve operations. Patrol craft were in the air all day and night. Mostly they were P-99 Maritime Patrol craft armed with two antisubmarine torpedoes and two antishipping missiles. The small craft were cheap and plentiful and operated from small civil airfields all over the country.

In the air they were joined by People's Air Guard Reserve units, mostly Su-24M aircraft armed with air to air missiles and antishipping missiles.

At sea hundreds of small patrol craft kept an eye on the coastline. Hydrophone arrays listened for the distinctive sound of submarines and new hydrophones were being laid by aircraft and ships.

The cruise ship was intercepted by two Coast guard helicopters that ordered it to slow to full stop and prepare to be boarded. Two Su-24Ms were vectored toward it and an R-99 was diverted to keep an eye on it.

The Northern Baltic
Once the missiles were detected, The Northern Baltic refused to take any chances, despite the 'No Nukes' message. Two SH-11 missiles, armed with conventional warheads, for every one missile detected were launched. Four dozen Mig-31's were also scrambled to clean up any remaining mess.

Meanwhile, the coast guard was now operating at full capacity. Hundreds of ships, mostly Tarantul II's, but also some Grisha V's and 17 Sukanya patrolled the coast line. Smaller boats were used in rivers and sheltered harbors, but these small boats were to small to operate in the very rough seas around The Northern Baltic; they would be simply split in two.

Moon, The Sea of Moisture, The Northern Baltic Máni Lunar Colony
The Cosmonauts checked their OC-14s.
"Load!"
As quickly as they could, the Cosmonauts loaded their weapons while wearing their space suits.
"Fire!"
The Cosmonauts let short bursts of fire loose at the targets. After several more times of practicing shooting, they compared their scores and headed inside the lunar base. Meanwhile, the drivers of the teletanks had just completed their practice in intense obstacle courses and firing while climbing intense obstacles. They were ready.

Off The American Privateer
The Northern Baltic fleet followed what the Leafastani forces did and were prepared to prevent any and all ships from entering or leaving The American Privateer.

The Northern Baltic
Once the missiles were detected, The Northern Baltic refused to take any chances, despite the 'No Nukes' message. Two SH-11 missiles, armed with conventional warheads, for every one missile detected were launched. Four dozen Mig-31's were also scrambled to clean up any remaining mess.

Meanwhile, the coast guard was now operating at full capacity. Hundreds of ships, mostly Tarantul II's, but also some Grisha V's and 17 Sukanya patrolled the coast line. Smaller boats were used in rivers and sheltered harbors, but these small boats were to small to operate in the very rough seas around The Northern Baltic; they would be simply split in two.

Moon, The Sea of Moisture, The Northern Baltic Máni Lunar Colony
The Cosmonauts checked their OC-14s.
"Load!"
As quickly as they could, the Cosmonauts loaded their weapons while wearing their space suits.
"Fire!"
The Cosmonauts let short bursts of fire loose at the targets. After several more times of practicing shooting, they compared their scores and headed inside the lunar base. Meanwhile, the drivers of the teletanks had just completed their practice in intense obstacle courses and firing while climbing intense obstacles. They were ready.

Off The American Privateer
The Northern Baltic fleet followed what the Leafastani forces did and were prepared to prevent any and all ships from entering or leaving The American Privateer.

As the missiles came on, The Pillar scrambled. There was no way those missiles should have been tracked to The American Privateer, and Admiral Jack Ray smacked himself for not using a NOVA Transponder.

HELLADS and ABL systems, supplemented by THAAD's lashed out all across The American Privateer, striking at the incoming missiles. However, it was not enough. Only the storms, building and breaking over the continent insured that the people where safe, as the electrical storms lashed out at the missiles, using them as conduits to fire off lightning bolts into the ground.

Even then, several of the hastily built forts along the Western Shore where decimated, and the people, both TAP'ian and Neutral/Allies, where killed in the blasts.

The Submarines of The American Privateer fired off Tomahawks as they moved around, firing on the enemy forces, and keeping open the lanes into Orleans and the Emergency Canal.

Hidden by the vastness of the sea, five Carrier Groups moved toward The Northern Baltic, as seven steamed for Leafanistan.

Encrypted Response to Mare Tranquiliatus

Unless otherwise ordered by Republican forces you are not allowed to communicate with any source wirelessly without getting our permission first.

Encrypted Response to Mare Serenitatus

Unless otherwise ordered by us you are hereby banned from any and all wireless transmissions without permission from us. Please hold until a security force arrives. Your war is over.

High Earth Orbit

Operation Yellow Fig's personnel had finished being moved into space and their Soyuz capsules joined with what resembled a floating fish skeleton with bits of meat hanging off it. These were the 10 assault barges in the Republican arsenal, each one holding 30 landers for a total of 300 cosmonauts. They were followed by 4 larger barges each one holding an armored moon buggy.

They were the First Glorious Republican Lunar Expeditionary Force, under special command jointly by the Marine Corps and Air and Space Forces. Their barges along with 3 missile corvettes left HEO and began their trip to the moon. They were to rendezvous with Baltic Forces already based on the moon and take the Sea of Serenity. In 10 days they would arrive in Lunar Orbit and begin landing operations.

Earth, at sea

The massive fleet had divided itself into 4 large components, each one headed by a superdreadnought to spread itself out. They were under orders not to come within 200km unless pursuing enemies. Their orders included destroying anything attempting to come near them by any means necessary.

Within 200km of Leafanistani Coastline

The Coast Guard had mobilized itself in force with even primary school graduates (16+) engaged in reserve operations. Patrol craft were in the air all day and night. Mostly they were P-99 Maritime Patrol craft armed with two antisubmarine torpedoes and two antishipping missiles. The small craft were cheap and plentiful and operated from small civil airfields all over the country.

In the air they were joined by People's Air Guard Reserve units, mostly Su-24M aircraft armed with air to air missiles and antishipping missiles.

At sea hundreds of small patrol craft kept an eye on the coastline. Hydrophone arrays listened for the distinctive sound of submarines and new hydrophones were being laid by aircraft and ships.

The cruise ship was intercepted by two Coast guard helicopters that ordered it to slow to full stop and prepare to be boarded. Two Su-24Ms were vectored toward it and an R-99 was diverted to keep an eye on it.

Mare Serenititaus
The maintenance team was relieved. They had a couple days before any opposition forces would arrive, and sent that time methodically destroying any and all documents they had on Projects: VIPER, JUMPER, SANDERSON, and SKYSHIELD.

In the hangar, spare parts where put into a single pile, and where melted by acidic reactions while the hangar was open to the vacuum of space. These parts would be useless now, and nothing would be left to try and reverse engineer a Viper.

The experimental engine sent to them from the Sea of Tranquility was a different problem. It was the core of Project JUMPER and would put them back a full decade if they had to rebuild it, especially if they had to do without the information already destroyed by the crew of Mare Serenititaus.

The decision was finally made to send out a volunteer on a small transport, and try to get him to jump the ship to Ceres, if it would work.

Use jury-rigging, they placed it on the back of the transport, and prepared for the launch.

Over the Enemy fleet
As the Tomahawks flew, the squadron of bombers released their munitions. The Krakatoa were designed to penetrate naval armor from the side, so would have no problem cutting through the tops of the enemy naval vessels.

OOC: Project JUMPER is an idea I had on how to do small scale FTL travel in our time using Quantum Tunneling. It is going fail, spectacularly, as there is not enough knowledge of Quantum Tunneling to send anything bigger than a beetle through right now, and the engines are going to get seperated from the rest of the ship, stranding the crew in Lacus Doloris, and detonating the engines somewhere around Sinus Successus.

ASD Military Command
"God Damn it!" Exclaimed General Puller as the new information came in. "The Northern Baltic just doesn't get it do they? Alright Launch our space fleet in defensive posture. Eighth fleet is already on the way to admiral Hawk so divert it towards The Northern Baltic, see if you can meet up with the Tap'ian fleets already on their way there. Ready all ABM defenses and get Ground-Space and Ground-Air defenses up as well. Finally get our Owl-3 LR stealth bombers up and ready to hit targets within Northern Baltic and send out communications to both 1st and 8th fleet that they are weapons free at this time. Tell our cyber team to begin their attack as well. Oh and one more thing. Warn Commander Cage to get his team ready ASAP . . .if invasion doesnt work we may well end up going for simple snatch and grab."

Aboard The ASDS Issac Brock
"M'am I have bad news." Said Hawk facing the president "The Northern Baltic has Launched missiles against your nation. At this time losses seem relatively minimal but we know that at least some of your and our People, mostly aide workers were hurt and killed in the blasts. Our eighth fleet has been launched and is heading towards the northern Baltic from the ASD now we also have Stealth Bombers ready to begin flying sorties against Northern Baltic Targets on your command."

Formal Declaration of War against The Northern Baltic
Your nation has repeatedly And deliberately attacked civilian, neutral and non-military targets including those belonging to our nation. This will not be tolerated. The ASD has declared a State of war between our two nations.

Aboard the ASDSS Honor. A Peregrine class Space Dreadnought
"Warning to all hands: We have been ordered to deploy in order to protect our space assets prepare to leave docking satellite In 15 minutes Admiral Lance Out."

ASD Military Command
"God Damn it!" Exclaimed General Puller as the new information came in. "The Northern Baltic just doesn't get it do they? Alright Launch our space fleet in defensive posture. Eighth fleet is already on the way to admiral Hawk so divert it towards The Northern Baltic, see if you can meet up with the Tap'ian fleets already on their way there. Ready all ABM defenses and get Ground-Space and Ground-Air defenses up as well. Finally get our Owl-3 LR stealth bombers up and ready to hit targets within Northern Baltic and send out communications to both 1st and 8th fleet that they are weapons free at this time. Tell our cyber team to begin their attack as well. Oh and one more thing. Warn Commander Cage to get his team ready ASAP . . .if invasion doesnt work we may well end up going for simple snatch and grab."

Aboard The ASDS Issac Brock
"M'am I have bad news." Said Hawk facing the president "The Northern Baltic has Launched missiles against your nation. At this time losses seem relatively minimal but we know that at least some of your and our People, mostly aide workers were hurt and killed in the blasts. Our eighth fleet has been launched and is heading towards the northern Baltic from the ASD now we also have Stealth Bombers ready to begin flying sorties against Northern Baltic Targets on your command."

Formal Declaration of War against The Northern Baltic
Your nation has repeatedly And deliberately attacked civilian, neutral and non-military targets including those belonging to our nation. This will not be tolerated. The ASD has declared a State of war between our two nations.

Aboard the ASDSS Honor. A Peregrine class Space Dreadnought
"Warning to all hands: We have been ordered to deploy in order to protect our space assets prepare to leave docking satellite In 15 minutes Admiral Lance Out."

Rebeca let out a loud and profane comment made all the more pungent by the heartfelt way in which she made it. Damien's ears and cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "We need to strike fast and hard. We need to halt the invasion plans for now, and try to strike at the fleets currently gathering along the coasts. Our first priority is the fleets of those Northern Bastards, and then Leafanistan."

Rebeca let out a loud and profane comment made all the more pungent by the heartfelt way in which she made it. Damien's ears and cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "We need to strike fast and hard. We need to halt the invasion plans for now, and try to strike at the fleets currently gathering along the coasts. Our first priority is the fleets of those Northern Bastards, and then Leafanistan."

"Yes m'am. How can the ASD help?"

Meanwhile..in the waters occupied by the Thon Commonwealth fleet....

OCC: roughly translated: kentarchos=captain
Prōtomandatōr=grand admiral
Supreme Commader= Emperor

A Thon Navy kentarchos to Prōtomandatōr Scott:


“Prōtomandatōr, some very bad weather is coming, just like the forecasts and The American Privateer predicted, and worse than the usual storms for this time of year, possibly larger than any in the previous decade, I have the forecast and current conditions for you right here. Sir”


Prōtomandatōr Scott to kentarchos:

“Thank you kentarchos, despite the weather being worse than normal I still want to stay here, our navy is built for such storms and while we may get some damage here and there, we’ll still be alright. Who knows whose navies will or how they will take advantage of this weather or not. If something happens we'll be here too see it, I don't want any interference late Intel, communiqués, or events happening without me knowing due to weather. Besides, it's the last thing one would predict us to do. We need to remain if anything to protect and be here as a sense of security for Thon citizens in the American Privateer and our hospital ships we sent them. Send word to The American Privateer that if their airlines are grounded or having what if any troubles that our navy will take any Thon Commonwealth citizens aboard for transportation back home.”

Ironic that they will actually be more safe on board our ships in this storm than on the coast of The American Privateer or further inland in the country at all, given the crisis, we still don't know how many of our citizens were killed in their cities destruction.

Relay to the TAPian government the Supreme Commander's recommendation and government advisory for all Thon Commonwealth citizens visiting, touring, or living abroad in the American Privateer to evacuate.
To bad it wasn’t given before the space elevator fell…

After they board and the storm is over we'll leave back to the Thon Main Islands to drop them off, repair, refit, and redeploy back here."

kentarchos- "Yes sir"

Prōtomandatōr Scott- "Chief, send a warning message to the Northern Baltic, Leocardia and Leafanistan navies of NOVA terrorist activities and plans, recommend that they go to their highest alert, and the that we wish to send their governments money to go towards any Thon Commonwealth citizens currently in their countries to evacuate via their respective countries commercial airlines or other means. And that we wish to aid them in protecting their borders against these vile NOVA scum.

Chief- "yes sir"

The Prōtomandatōr then immediately walked into his office directly next to the bridge and picked up the flagship’s red phone and made a call:

"Supreme Commander?.......... I've confirmed that the situation is no mere war for or of space and naval supremacy but now seems to be more of a vendetta war on getting back at each other. …………………Despite the losses The American Privateer suffered I suggest we side with our Russian and Soviet friends. We’re stuck right smack dab in the middle of the sides in this conflict by being in the middle of the Pacific Ocean and we best be on a side come the conclusion of it, else trade with both of them can go up in smoke kinda like trade was impossible with both in WWI. The Americans are the ones who partly contributed to the Pacific disaster and have been encroaching on us ever since they lost Hawaii. We have to show them that they just have to deal with no longer be the major power in the Pacific. And I’m afraid we might have to do it the hard way……………….The reasons for the high losses in the American Privateer are because of how the American Privateer space elevators were built and used. Whether there were military or not they ensured an influx of supply of minerals, metals, ores, fuels, communications, intelligence, surveillance, and access to space that could make the TAP fight the war outside its borders indefinitely. I personally don’t know how it would’ve been possible to take them out without the effects that occurred, short of maybe boarding them, but with the space elevators access back to their country that might have been impossible…..Yes Supreme Commander……I believe the terrorist threats and Intel of NOVA CORP are more scary and severe than the consequences of the fallen space elevator especially with their intent. Due to their interests and attempts in establishing a hold, base, activity and commerce in the Thon Commonwealth when we were evolving as a nation was scary enough and not too pretty, and now the American Privateer is supposedly backing and supporting them. I know of the benefits and good that could come with siding with the American Privateer but it wouldn’t be right. Plus intel of a nuclear escalation and threats from the TAP are suspected and coming in, and while our missile defenses are excellent they are at the cost of virtually no ICBM or nuclear ability, which the Northern Baltic, Leocardia and Leafanistan have and can match as a deterrent. In the event of any nuclear activity we could use all the ships we can get to counter, cover, shield, and intercept to shoot down anything that comes from the American Privateer. If one hits no matter how far, it will affect us adversely someway although maybe not immediately. I recommend that we ask to join Northern Baltic, Leocardia and Leafanistan in an alliance and a good portion of the Commonwealth representatives here agree with me as well, and they have been privy to all the information I have…………………….yes Supreme Commander I will…………..We’ll depart soon as what Commonwealth citizens there are that want to come are aboard and the storm is over, Scott Out”

The Prōtomandatōr sat back in his chair, with a big sigh….after staring at the door, thinking for a good three minutes he unlocked his lower right desk drawer and took out one of the bottles of liquor he had in it…“this is gonna be an interesting storm to sit through” he said to himself, only his meaning was probably not in being in reference to the weather.

OOC: the “….” was meant to be the part which the Supreme Commander was talking to the Prōtomandatōr. I didn’t include whatever he said because ya’ll are not worthy to hear or know what he says, lol” He’s like Charlie of “Charlie’s Angels” you hear him but you never see him. Only in this case its you hear of him but not actually hear him…er..I think that make sense lol.

The Glorious Republic of Leafanistan

We declare there is now a full embargo on all goods coming into and out of America until this war ends. Any ships, aircraft or otherwise not authorized by Allied Forces will be destroyed.

Thank you for your time.

[END]

Secure directed laser databurst Communique to Leafanistan naval ship
after communication via Aldis signal light prior of incoming laser databurst transmission from a lone, detached, incoming DDG 1000 Zumwalt Class Multimission Destroyer under the flag of truce

This is Prōtomandatōr Scott of the Thon Navy, I wish to meet with your government and naval commander, say our flagships meeting together, aboard a neutral vessel, a representative of yours on my ship, video conference or another means if you suggest, in regards to:

first most:
to free and safe passage of our Commonwealth hospital ships both into and out of the TAP free of interference and not fired on or seized by your embargo. While you and your allies may have intended to take down the space elevator, I don’t believe you intended on some of the consequences in its destructive aftermath, in that regard we are helping with the collateral result of it and tending to civilian injured and wounded, and helping to clean up that mess.

Second most:
an alliance

OOC: These are the private elevators for the President, three people per elevator....

IC:
"Then I would suggest they speak English for the duration of their stay, and that they present themselves as being from Orleans. Sadly, all the Senators and representatives from that city died in the crash, and they might be able to pull it off, no guarantees though."

The Secretary laughed at the notion of the captain having a pool, "Nope, the only one with a private pool is the President, and that's cause she is the President."

The elevators arrived, and the Secretary directed the kentarchos to the central one, and the SF's to the others, he jumped in each one, hitting the 14 button in each before joining the representative in the central elevator.

"Just as a warning, once they reach Deck 14, they will be searched for weapons. The only way to access it is these elevators, which are kept small to prevent large boarding parties from using them. We keep it seperate, as the government is based out of this deck."

The kentarchos and his body guards were searched and found to of had aside from some fancy watches, datapads, jumpdrives, minidisks, mini binoculars, maps, dogtags, personal radios, gerbers and varied forms of currencies, two luggage bags with uniforms, cloths, personal hygiene, and papers to of have had no weapons.

Kentarchos-

“some of the stuff we brought is light reading, Intel and info of stuff we can use for meeting with you here, there encrypted, but I reckon you can crack them in time, could you please give us access to a couple of nonaligned labtops for recording results of meetings, typing reports and such, you can see anything and everything we make if you’d like. Anyway , again I’m here as liaison and the undeclared official voice for the Thon Commonwealth interests, and involvement at least for the time being, and I’m only privy to whatever information goes on from now on that you give me. Truth be told we’d like to know more on why and how this conflict started. We don’t know if it’s mostly a war for naval or space supremacy, a cold war gone bad or at least colder…-think Cuban missile crisis- a retribution conflict, blood conflict, an international incident slash misunderstanding or something else. Any way it looks like its turning into a real mess. And the Thon Commonwealth would hate to end up in a position similar to America before WWI where being neutral caused problems for trade with all sides and such things. Bottom line, we just plain hate there is this whole bloody mess Mr. Secretary.”

Even then, several of the hastily built forts along the Western Shore where decimated, and the people, both TAP'ian and Neutral/Allies, where killed in the blasts.

The Submarines of The American Privateer fired off Tomahawks as they moved around, firing on the enemy forces, and keeping open the lanes into Orleans and the Emergency Canal.

Hidden by the vastness of the sea, five Carrier Groups moved toward The Northern Baltic, as seven steamed for Leafanistan.

En Route to Leafanistan

Satellite intelligence had spotted the seven massive carrier groups moving toward Leafanistan early on and EAST and SOUTH NAVCOM were mobilized. Reserves were called up and the Coastal Artillery put into high alert. It was clear that the Americans weren't going to sit idly by.

However the Republican Command anticipated this. Project 337N was ready for deployment and there were enough examples to deploy. They had been massing in Wasser to cut off the American Fleet and begin marauder attacks.

Project 337N, 15 examples of such submerged and made for the American fleet. At extreme range they would launch SS-N-16 missiles equipped with the new VA-111 Shkval 2 supercavitating torpedoes. Once the SS-N-16 missiles were fired they began their journey toward the enemy carriers. At over 15 kilometers away they would out their engines and release their payload. A VA-111 Shkval 2 torpedo would tumble out of the missile, hit the water and accelerate to over 200 knots.

While antimissile and antiaircraft systems on ships were extremely effective the antitorpedo measures most ships deployed was primative. The problem lay in SONAR which was highly irregular and inconsistent. While RADAR had a consistent medium of air to propagate to and moved at the speed of light, SONAR had to deal with varying salinities, temperatures and pressure considerations. Submarines long hit in thermoclines or saline pockets in the ocean. SONAR was also much slower, meaning reaction time would be slower.

A ship could have up to a minute to react to a missile upon detection, even more if it is subsonic, but a torpedo due to slower SONAR could be moving the equivalent of 5 times the speed of a subsonic missile. And with VA-111 Shkval 2's maximum speed of 200 knots, over 370 kilometers per hour meant a ship had very little time to react before they impacted.

12 missiles each from the 15 submarines meant 180 VA-111 Shkval 2s would be all over the American fleet. Project 337N completed its delivery and dashed back to their tenders to rearm with more missiles and continue hit and run style attacks.

Mare Serenititaus
The maintenance team was relieved. They had a couple days before any opposition forces would arrive, and sent that time methodically destroying any and all documents they had on Projects: VIPER, JUMPER, SANDERSON, and SKYSHIELD.

In the hangar, spare parts where put into a single pile, and where melted by acidic reactions while the hangar was open to the vacuum of space. These parts would be useless now, and nothing would be left to try and reverse engineer a Viper.

The experimental engine sent to them from the Sea of Tranquility was a different problem. It was the core of Project JUMPER and would put them back a full decade if they had to rebuild it, especially if they had to do without the information already destroyed by the crew of Mare Serenititaus.

The decision was finally made to send out a volunteer on a small transport, and try to get him to jump the ship to Ceres, if it would work.

Use jury-rigging, they placed it on the back of the transport, and prepared for the launch.

The Commander of the Republican Fleet finished his transmission authorizing Baltic forces to move in on the enemy air base when his recon officer reported movement at the civilian base. The probe they had launched showed a transport being jury-rigged with something and preparing for launch procedures. Time was of the essence and he ordered the ship in the best position he had to fire a single Asp SpSpM at the transport.

"Attention Mare Serenititaus base, recall the ship and stop all activities. If you do not we will be forced to destroy your ship and possibly the base."

The missile would arrive in just under 20 minutes.

Over the Enemy fleet
As the Tomahawks flew, the squadron of bombers released their munitions. The Krakatoa were designed to penetrate naval armor from the side, so would have no problem cutting through the tops of the enemy naval vessels.

OOC: Project JUMPER is an idea I had on how to do small scale FTL travel in our time using Quantum Tunneling. It is going fail, spectacularly, as there is not enough knowledge of Quantum Tunneling to send anything bigger than a beetle through right now, and the engines are going to get seperated from the rest of the ship, stranding the crew in Lacus Doloris, and detonating the engines somewhere around Sinus Successus.

Submarine Launched Tomahawks were actually the least of the fleet's concern. Enemy bombers were approaching but they would soon meet hundreds of fighters of the Glorious Republican Navy Air Force. The unprotected bombers were fired upon by all sorts of air to air missiles and gunfire from jets that danced circles around them.

As this happened the modified Illiums began firing their electrolasers at the incoming munitions, detonating them in midair. RIM-116 missiles lanced out along with the dancing streams of Phalanx CIWS guns. The air was laced with shrapnel and a shower of metal pelted the fleet.

However some munitions did get through. The Krakatoas dug into the VLS arrays of the Mishkin class superdreadnought and caused them to detonate. The peripheral VLS arrays of the Mishkin were actually designed to explode outwards saving the rest of the ship. Two frigates and a destroyer were not so lucky. They sank very rapidly taking many sailors with them.

The Tomahawks were easier, the subsonic missiles couldn't target ships while in flight and were designed for land attack. They were intercepted with air to air missiles. A retaliation strike was rapidly planned against the coastal targets on the shoreline. The massive 711mm Electromagnetically Accelerated Cannons were loaded with rocket assisted GPS guided shells. The superdreadnoughts opened fire on the shoreline.

Secure directed laser databurst Communique to Leafanistan naval ship
after communication via Aldis signal light prior of incoming laser databurst transmission from a lone, detached, incoming DDG 1000 Zumwalt Class Multimission Destroyer under the flag of truce

This is Prōtomandatōr Scott of the Thon Navy, I wish to meet with your government and naval commander, say our flagships meeting together, aboard a neutral vessel, a representative of yours on my ship, video conference or another means if you suggest, in regards to:

"No we prefer if you send a diplomatic attache to Leafanistan to speak personally with a Senate liaison."

"Yes m'am. How can the ASD help?"

"Sit back and be ready to strike at the opposing naval forces once the bombardment is over. Then you can move in and blast away at their ships as a Carrier Battle Group or two comes in to join you."

The kentarchos and his body guards were searched and found to of had aside from some fancy watches, datapads, jumpdrives, minidisks, mini binoculars, maps, dogtags, personal radios, gerbers and varied forms of currencies, two luggage bags with uniforms, cloths, personal hygiene, and papers to of have had no weapons.

Kentarchos-

“some of the stuff we brought is light reading, Intel and info of stuff we can use for meeting with you here, there encrypted, but I reckon you can crack them in time, could you please give us access to a couple of nonaligned labtops for recording results of meetings, typing reports and such, you can see anything and everything we make if you’d like. Anyway , again I’m here as liaison and the undeclared official voice for the Thon Commonwealth interests, and involvement at least for the time being, and I’m only privy to whatever information goes on from now on that you give me. Truth be told we’d like to know more on why and how this conflict started. We don’t know if it’s mostly a war for naval or space supremacy, a cold war gone bad or at least colder…-think Cuban missile crisis- a retribution conflict, blood conflict, an international incident slash misunderstanding or something else. Any way it looks like its turning into a real mess. And the Thon Commonwealth would hate to end up in a position similar to America before WWI where being neutral caused problems for trade with all sides and such things. Bottom line, we just plain hate there is this whole bloody mess Mr. Secretary.”

"This is a retribution conflict anymore. It all started because of Leocardia's attempt to commit a coup de tat against Greal. We moved in to defend the fledgling Greal Democratic Government, and it turned into an all out war. We then had information showing that The Northern Baltic had decided to enter the war on the side of Leocardia. Once we were sure that they had actually declared war, we dropped two godrods on The Northern Baltic fleet. One of them hit, and took out the Akna. Following standard Soviet practices, they 'Revised' history to make it seem like it was an unprovoked attack. Then, they began to fire on the space assets. This included our space elevators, which they had earlier declared that they where off limits, and we had been fighting a defensive war. Then, they sent a pair of cruisers in space, and it all snowballed."

The secretary shook his head, "Then the president had to go and give NOVA a letter of marque. That was a bad idea all across the board. I think she was hoping to see NOVA and The Northern Baltic destroy each other. But now, it looks like she is going to do it herself."

En Route to Leafanistan

Satellite intelligence had spotted the seven massive carrier groups moving toward Leafanistan early on and EAST and SOUTH NAVCOM were mobilized. Reserves were called up and the Coastal Artillery put into high alert. It was clear that the Americans weren't going to sit idly by.

However the Republican Command anticipated this. Project 337N was ready for deployment and there were enough examples to deploy. They had been massing in Wasser to cut off the American Fleet and begin marauder attacks.

Project 337N, 15 examples of such submerged and made for the American fleet. At extreme range they would launch SS-N-16 missiles equipped with the new VA-111 Shkval 2 supercavitating torpedoes. Once the SS-N-16 missiles were fired they began their journey toward the enemy carriers. At over 15 kilometers away they would out their engines and release their payload. A VA-111 Shkval 2 torpedo would tumble out of the missile, hit the water and accelerate to over 200 knots.

While antimissile and antiaircraft systems on ships were extremely effective the antitorpedo measures most ships deployed was primative. The problem lay in SONAR which was highly irregular and inconsistent. While RADAR had a consistent medium of air to propagate to and moved at the speed of light, SONAR had to deal with varying salinities, temperatures and pressure considerations. Submarines long hit in thermoclines or saline pockets in the ocean. SONAR was also much slower, meaning reaction time would be slower.

A ship could have up to a minute to react to a missile upon detection, even more if it is subsonic, but a torpedo due to slower SONAR could be moving the equivalent of 5 times the speed of a subsonic missile. And with VA-111 Shkval 2's maximum speed of 200 knots, over 370 kilometers per hour meant a ship had very little time to react before they impacted.

12 missiles each from the 15 submarines meant 180 VA-111 Shkval 2s would be all over the American fleet. Project 337N completed its delivery and dashed back to their tenders to rearm with more missiles and continue hit and run style attacks.

The USV's used by the Navy of The American Privateer detected the enemy torpedoes, and per their instructions, moved into interception courses. They fired off Mk. 48 Torpedoes before they impacted with the torpedoes. Four of the torpedoes still got through, and impacted against the Nimitz class carrier. It sank quickly, taking all hands with it.

As the missiles streaked in, the Phalanx systems lashed out, filling the air with lead. A squadron of Raptors flew in, using their Missile X training to try and force a lockon of their aircraft, and flew away from the fleet. Once out beyond the damage radius to the fleet, they ejected, and let the missiles hit their air craft.

80% of the remaining missiles where shot out of the sky, leaving 31 missiles to impact the group. Three of the other Nimitz Carriers where smacked with missiles, leaving holes in the sides of the ship that where beginning to fill rapidly with water. Seven of the Slicers were struck by the missiles, and sank, beneath the waves. Eleven Daring class destroyers where blasted apart by missiles, and joined the carriers at the bottom of the sea.

The Commander of the Republican Fleet finished his transmission authorizing Baltic forces to move in on the enemy air base when his recon officer reported movement at the civilian base. The probe they had launched showed a transport being jury-rigged with something and preparing for launch procedures. Time was of the essence and he ordered the ship in the best position he had to fire a single Asp SpSpM at the transport.

"Attention Mare Serenititaus base, recall the ship and stop all activities. If you do not we will be forced to destroy your ship and possibly the base."

The missile would arrive in just under 20 minutes.

The Transport jumped, though in the bright light, it was obvious that the thrusters where separated from the main compartment. The cockpit wound up in Lacus Doloris, while the engines wound up in Sinus Successus. From orbit, the detonation of the engine section was spectacular, as the flames burst skyhigh before being quenched by the vacuum of space. As the cockpit appeared in Lacus Doloris, the two guys in the cockpit looked to each other and sighed. "Mare Serenitataus, this is Jumper-1. We had a failure. A major one apparently."

Submarine Launched Tomahawks were actually the least of the fleet's concern. Enemy bombers were approaching but they would soon meet hundreds of fighters of the Glorious Republican Navy Air Force. The unprotected bombers were fired upon by all sorts of air to air missiles and gunfire from jets that danced circles around them.

As this happened the modified Illiums began firing their electrolasers at the incoming munitions, detonating them in midair. RIM-116 missiles lanced out along with the dancing streams of Phalanx CIWS guns. The air was laced with shrapnel and a shower of metal pelted the fleet.

However some munitions did get through. The Krakatoas dug into the VLS arrays of the Mishkin class superdreadnought and caused them to detonate. The peripheral VLS arrays of the Mishkin were actually designed to explode outwards saving the rest of the ship. Two frigates and a destroyer were not so lucky. They sank very rapidly taking many sailors with them.

The Tomahawks were easier, the subsonic missiles couldn't target ships while in flight and were designed for land attack. They were intercepted with air to air missiles. A retaliation strike was rapidly planned against the coastal targets on the shoreline. The massive 711mm Electromagnetically Accelerated Cannons were loaded with rocket assisted GPS guided shells. The superdreadnoughts opened fire on the shoreline.

As they met the greater number of enemy fighters, they dropped their bombs and kicked in their afterburners. Leaping forward, they might not have been nimble, but they where fast. The second squadron was decimated, though the third squadron was even worse off. Only the first squadron was undamaged.

As the ships opened fire on the shore, they returned fire. MOAB warheads, EMP Warheads, Standard Warheads, SABLE Warheads, HEAT Warheads, and so on and so forth. Hundreds of guns opened up, firing their guns, joined with hundreds of Block IV Phase II Tomahawks, Penguins, Harpoons, and Skippers. Spyder Systems looked for enemy aircraft, and fired off Patriots, Stingers, Chapparals, Nike Zeus, Standards, and Sea Sparrows lanced out alongside flak shells from the multitudinous Anti-Air Artillery pieces.

In the air, the Hyperions used their ABL's to lance out at the enemy artillery.

The USV's used by the Navy of The American Privateer detected the enemy torpedoes, and per their instructions, moved into interception courses. They fired off Mk. 48 Torpedoes before they impacted with the torpedoes. Four of the torpedoes still got through, and impacted against the Nimitz class carrier. It sank quickly, taking all hands with it.

As the missiles streaked in, the Phalanx systems lashed out, filling the air with lead. A squadron of Raptors flew in, using their Missile X training to try and force a lockon of their aircraft, and flew away from the fleet. Once out beyond the damage radius to the fleet, they ejected, and let the missiles hit their air craft.

80% of the remaining missiles where shot out of the sky, leaving 31 missiles to impact the group. Three of the other Nimitz Carriers where smacked with missiles, leaving holes in the sides of the ship that where beginning to fill rapidly with water. Seven of the Slicers were struck by the missiles, and sank, beneath the waves. Eleven Daring class destroyers where blasted apart by missiles, and joined the carriers at the bottom of the sea.


OOC: The missiles carry torpedoes, they actually fall into the sea 15km from your ships and release their torpedoes. It is a way to deliver the rapid reaction and range of the missile to the torpedo. And the missiles do not use thermal guidance, they are inertially and GLONASS guided.

As Project 337N retreated to their tenders, Tu-22Ms operated by the People's Air Guard were flying from the Leafanistani Coastline to Wasser. During this time they would pass close enough to the enemy fleet to launch their Raduga Kh-22 missiles. To avoid interception they would only approach to 400km of the enemy fleet. This was actually several dozen kilometers out of range of S-3 Viking RADAR aircraft.

These long range antishipping missiles were all set for high altitude work. They would rise up to 27km, reach their speed of Mach 2. As they approached the enemy fleet they would lock onto their targets by sensing radiation sources and heat signatures and descend at an extremely high speed to attack the poorly armored deck of the carriers. At Mach 4 the missiles would be seen long before they would be heard.

Each aircraft only carried 3 of these missiles, but there were 12 of them, 36 missiles inbound on the enemy carrier fleets. And via GLONASS they were targeted at the carriers.

And this was only the advance flight of Tu-22Ms coming out of Leafanistan. These 12 Tu-22Ms were escorted by Su-87s of the Glorious Republican Air Force. Another flight of 24 Tu-22Ms were getting airborne in Wasser to fly to bases in Leafanistan, and the People's Air Guard were preparing another 16 Tu-22Ms to do these type of long range marauding attacks.

The Transport jumped, though in the bright light, it was obvious that the thrusters where separated from the main compartment. The cockpit wound up in Lacus Doloris, while the engines wound up in Sinus Successus. From orbit, the detonation of the engine section was spectacular, as the flames burst skyhigh before being quenched by the vacuum of space. As the cockpit appeared in Lacus Doloris, the two guys in the cockpit looked to each other and sighed. "Mare Serenitataus, this is Jumper-1. We had a failure. A major one apparently."

"Mare Serenitataus you have no been authorized to communicate with Jumper-1 and the same goes for Jumper-1. This is your last and final warning."

The Commander ordered the Asp to be aborted. On board the corvette that fired the missile a crewman pushed the abort button but the malfunction light lit up. The Asp had since gone out of abortion range and was engaging its ECCM and ECM for its terminal flight. It locked onto the now inert Jumper-1 and moved in for the kill.

"Jumper-1, this the Glorious Republican Fleet, our missile has left abortion range and is on terminal lock-on. It will accelerate to full speed and impact within a few minutes, we suggest you make a run for it."

As they met the greater number of enemy fighters, they dropped their bombs and kicked in their afterburners. Leaping forward, they might not have been nimble, but they where fast. The second squadron was decimated, though the third squadron was even worse off. Only the first squadron was undamaged.

The Lu-27 was an advanced Hypersonic interceptor built by Kreigzimmer for this very scenario. Its powerful afterburners quickly helped it catch up to the nimble enemy fighter-bombers and began engaging them at high speed. The going was dangerous, electrolasers blew enemy aircraft and missiles out of the sky at the speed of light. A Lu-27 flew into a debris field and did not emerge.

Smaller ships suffered minor damage as the fleet retreated to 300km.

As the ships opened fire on the shore, they returned fire. MOAB warheads, EMP Warheads, Standard Warheads, SABLE Warheads, HEAT Warheads, and so on and so forth. Hundreds of guns opened up, firing their guns, joined with hundreds of Block IV Phase II Tomahawks, Penguins, Harpoons, and Skippers. Spyder Systems looked for enemy aircraft, and fired off Patriots, Stingers, Chapparals, Nike Zeus, Standards, and Sea Sparrows lanced out alongside flak shells from the multitudinous Anti-Air Artillery pieces.

In the air, the Hyperions used their ABL's to lance out at the enemy artillery.

OOC: Are those Nike Zeus missiles filled with their standard payload? A nuclear warhead?

Satellite systems watched as all these shore batteries opened up. Operation: Just Cause was working as they relayed the intelligence of the location and disposition of the shore batteries to all allied forces. In Space a cruiser was adjusting its coilguns toward a favorable trajectory. It began firing white phosphorous warheads at a high rate at the Earth's atmosphere. The shells would skip and actually circumnavigate the world before they entered into a very steep dive into the earth's atmosphere. Soon they would accelerate to a terminal speed of Mach 11, ionizing the air and nearly impossible to intercept at that speed.

Oddly enough the cruiser was only targetting identified antiaircraft batteries.

As the shore batteries opened up at extreme range, many of the shells simply plopped into the water. The Harpoon with a maximum range under 200km simply fell into the water well before it reached the fleet. The Penguin and Skipper with a range far below 100km never even got close. The Tomahawks were always a concern but they were so slow it was like intercepting low flying subsonic kamikazes.

The Leafanistani jets tried to keep out of range but found themselves getting close, only the Standard Missile posed a threat at these ranges. But any jet finding itself being locked on would retreat and let the Electrolasers chase down the enemy aircraft.

The Hyperions and any aircraft that was making a run for it was being targeted by Praetorian IV missile which had the capability to intercept aircraft even 150km within America. The Hyperions would have to juggle intercepting shells firing toward shore batteries, electrolaser fire, and antiaircraft artillery and missiles.

"No we prefer if you send a diplomatic attache to Leafanistan to speak personally with a Senate liaison."

OOC: Logothetes tou dromou is the eqivalent of secreataty of State

The Thon Commonwealth's Logothetes tou dromou Hakan boarded a government jumbo jet headed toward to Leafanistan's capital airport escorted by two F-22s.

Hakan never had time to visit any of the soviet countries since his appointment, as well as neither of the Logothetes tou dromou before him did either so this was a thrill. He hoped to gain much in his visit there, given friendly relations with other countries was so important since the Thon gained independence and arose as a nation and even exiled France. This would be the first alliance with a major power the Thon had made with another country not in the Commonwealth. He took out the authorization, request, and agreement for a full military alliance written by the Supreme Commander to be given to Leafanistan once he felt the time was right after meeting their government a bit and read it over again.

He called the Leafanistan embassy in Leafanistan to secure the time, location, safe landing and liaison with the Leafanistan government.

"This is Logothetes tou dromou Hakan of the Thon Commonwealth. I'm heading towards your country via government jumbo jet to meet with your government. We respectively request landing permission, information, location and contact liaison for arrival, and if I don't have to order them to turn around upon boundary of your airspace, possibly accommodation and authorization of two Thon fighter jet escorts if you would kindly permit. I understand airspace around your nation just got hotter recently."

The USV's used by the Navy of The American Privateer detected the enemy torpedoes, and per their instructions, moved into interception courses. They fired off Mk. 48 Torpedoes before they impacted with the torpedoes. Four of the torpedoes still got through, and impacted against the Nimitz class carrier. It sank quickly, taking all hands with it.

As the missiles streaked in, the Phalanx systems lashed out, filling the air with lead. A squadron of Raptors flew in, using their Missile X training to try and force a lockon of their aircraft, and flew away from the fleet. Once out beyond the damage radius to the fleet, they ejected, and let the missiles hit their air craft.

80% of the remaining missiles where shot out of the sky, leaving 31 missiles to impact the group. Three of the other Nimitz Carriers where smacked with missiles, leaving holes in the sides of the ship that where beginning to fill rapidly with water. Seven of the Slicers were struck by the missiles, and sank, beneath the waves. Eleven Daring class destroyers where blasted apart by missiles, and joined the carriers at the bottom of the sea.



The Transport jumped, though in the bright light, it was obvious that the thrusters where separated from the main compartment. The cockpit wound up in Lacus Doloris, while the engines wound up in Sinus Successus. From orbit, the detonation of the engine section was spectacular, as the flames burst skyhigh before being quenched by the vacuum of space. As the cockpit appeared in Lacus Doloris, the two guys in the cockpit looked to each other and sighed. "Mare Serenitataus, this is Jumper-1. We had a failure. A major one apparently."



As they met the greater number of enemy fighters, they dropped their bombs and kicked in their afterburners. Leaping forward, they might not have been nimble, but they where fast. The second squadron was decimated, though the third squadron was even worse off. Only the first squadron was undamaged.

As the ships opened fire on the shore, they returned fire. MOAB warheads, EMP Warheads, Standard Warheads, SABLE Warheads, HEAT Warheads, and so on and so forth. Hundreds of guns opened up, firing their guns, joined with hundreds of Block IV Phase II Tomahawks, Penguins, Harpoons, and Skippers. Spyder Systems looked for enemy aircraft, and fired off Patriots, Stingers, Chapparals, Nike Zeus, Standards, and Sea Sparrows lanced out alongside flak shells from the multitudinous Anti-Air Artillery pieces.

In the air, the Hyperions used their ABL's to lance out at the enemy artillery.

Aboard The ASDS Issac Brock
General announcement: "All hands to battle stations, All Hands to Battle Stations"

Aboard the ASDS Issac Brock Conference Room
"M'am I would suggest that this might be a good time to get you and the rest of our visitors off ship. We have helicopters prepped and standing by to take you where you want to go"

Eight Fleet en Route to Rendezvous With Tap'ian Navy headed for The Northern Baltic
"Leafanistan Has just Resumed overt hostilities I want us to go to full Emcon and launch the Remoras."

ASDSS Honor
"Sir a cruiser Has begun firing on the planet." Said one of the ensigns to Admiral Lance. "Fine." Replied Lance "return fire. Launch both broadside salvos of Kinetic kill missiles but save the leaches for now. Also I want a full update on enemy positions in space. Also Launch the Sparrow Lacs have ten of them stick with the Station to help out its defenses and have the other ten screen for us."
As the order was given a salvo of 30 kinetic missiles Began to Accelerate rapidly towards the enemy cruiser. At he same time 20 Ground to space Emplacements in the ASD went to rapid launch sequence in the vain hope that maybe one would get through.

ASD Military Command Under Mount Brock
"Sir We've received a rather disturbing image from one of the recon sats we have positioned to watch Leafanistan. A number of Thon military aircraft were headed into the capital escorting a jumbo jet of some kind. Sir my bet? their siding with leafanistan."
"Ok," Replied General Puller "get that off asap to the Tap'ian command."

Aboard The ASDS Issac Brock
General announcement: "All hands to battle stations, All Hands to Battle Stations"

Aboard the ASDS Issac Brock Conference Room
"M'am I would suggest that this might be a good time to get you and the rest of our visitors off ship. We have helicopters prepped and standing by to take you where you want to go"

Eight Fleet en Route to Rendezvous With Tap'ian Navy headed for The Northern Baltic
"Leafanistan Has just Resumed overt hostilities I want us to go to full Emcon and launch the Remoras."

ASDSS Honor
"Sir a cruiser Has begun firing on the planet." Said one of the ensigns to Admiral Lance. "Fine." Replied Lance "return fire. Launch both broadside salvos of Kinetic kill missiles but save the leaches for now. Also I want a full update on enemy positions in space. Also Launch the Sparrow Lacs have ten of them stick with the Station to help out its defenses and have the other ten screen for us."
As the order was given a salvo of 30 kinetic missiles Began to Accelerate rapidly towards the enemy cruiser. At he same time 20 Ground to space Emplacements in the ASD went to rapid launch sequence in the vain hope that maybe one would get through.

The cruiser moved back slightly and discontinued its orbital bombardment. It then began a rapid acceleration backwards toward a MSS which would provide antimissile cover for it. However the missiles impacted and the first cruiser of the war went down in flames.

The retaliation was swift. Zenit boosters at various cosmodromes around the nation fired up MiG-107s. They would group up into wings and begin attacking DaWoad satellites and military installations. The enemy station was now under return fire from corvette group with a wing of MiG-107s vectoring in on them. They launched torpedoes loaded with kinetic kill Asps mixed with high explosive Asps in a 1:1 ratio.

ASD Military Command Under Mount Broc
"Sir We've received a rather disturbing image from one of the recon sats we have positioned to watch Leafanistan. A number of Thon military aircraft were headed into the capital escorting a jumbo jet of some kind. Sir my bet? their siding with leafanistan."
"Ok," Replied General Puller "get that off asap to the Tap'ian command."

Encrypted Transmission to Thon Aircraft

"You're approaching the exclusion zone around Leafanistan, your F-22s are to back off and a wing of Su-87s will take over guarding you until you reach Concord International Airport. On behalf of the Glorious Republic we welcome you to Leafanistan."

Encrypted Transmission to Thon Aircraft

"You're approaching the exclusion zone around Leafanistan, your F-22s are to back off and a wing of Su-87s will take over guarding you until you reach Concord International Airport. On behalf of the Glorious Republic we welcome you to Leafanistan."


Encrypted Transmission from Thon Dignitary jet's pilot to Leafanistan:

"Roger that, fighters are returning to Commonwealth Airspace, who will we being meeting upon arrival? I'd like to inform my Logothetes tou dromou Hakan aboard ahead of time to prepare, he kinda wants to get right into it, I'd imagine."

Once the Su-87s appeared on radar The two Thon fighter jets started to climb to their max ceiling near the ends of Earth's upper atmosphere and proceeded to head to land at Askor Air Base back at the Thon Main Islands.

Aboard the ASDS Issac Brock Conference Room
"M'am I would suggest that this might be a good time to get you and the rest of our visitors off ship. We have helicopters prepped and standing by to take you where you want to go"

ASD Military Command Under Mount Brock
"Sir We've received a rather disturbing image from one of the recon sats we have positioned to watch Leafanistan. A number of Thon military aircraft were headed into the capital escorting a jumbo jet of some kind. Sir my bet? their siding with leafanistan."
"Ok," Replied General Puller "get that off asap to the Tap'ian command."

Aboard the Brock
"Thank you, I fear my kestrel would be too obvious. I need transport to the Hegemony, I am sure we can convince Lord Sumguy to take us in for a time. Maybe even bring the Hegemony in to assist us if possible. And yes, I will make sure that Lilah is there as well, hopefully they won't try to attack us in Lord Sumguy."

The Pillar
Admiral Jack Ray was sick and tired of this. He sent out an order to arrest any and all Thon personell in the nation, and to send them to Space City, where they would be held until they could be lifted into orbit and stored.

Aboard the PS Roosevelt

As the message reached them, a platoon of marines rushed out, and grabbed the Thon personnel aboard the ship.

"I'm sorry sir, but as it is believed that your nation has decided to side with our enemies, we must confine you until this matter is cleared up."

The cruiser moved back slightly and discontinued its orbital bombardment. It then began a rapid acceleration backwards toward a MSS which would provide antimissile cover for it. However the missiles impacted and the first cruiser of the war went down in flames.

The retaliation was swift. Zenit boosters at various cosmodromes around the nation fired up MiG-107s. They would group up into wings and begin attacking DaWoad satellites and military installations. The enemy station was now under return fire from corvette group with a wing of MiG-107s vectoring in on them. They launched torpedoes loaded with kinetic kill Asps mixed with high explosive Asps in a 1:1 ratio.

In Space
The Sparrow Class Lacs moved down to position themselves between the Space installations and the oncoming missiles and began launch Small Smart kinetic kill counter missiles.
At the Same time the Aegis class platform came online. Specifically designed to handle incoming space threat it launched salvo upon salvo of relatively tiny counter missiles. Vectored onto to the incoming missiles by the supercomputers housed in the Aegis they ran in Kamikaze Style towards the incoming Swarm of ASPs. The Sparrows also fired counter missiles and Coil Guns At the incoming missiles and MiGs. The Apollo Platform Fired its ten over sized coil guns at the incoming fighters as its CIWS defenses came rapidly online.

Aboard the ASDSS Honor
"we need to draw their fire. Our space installations cant keep up with that kind of fire for long." Said lance calmly. "Flush all the Leaches now and target the enemy corvettes. Get us Further up to draw their fire and so we can use our forward coilguns. Order the sparrows to cover us against incoming missiles and begin firing on those MiGs."
20 one use Leach pods attached by electronic tethers to the ASDSS Honor launched five missiles apiece and combined with a double broadside from the Honor put one hundred and twenty missiles into space. All targeted at the corvette fleet.

Meanwhile on land
The land to space missile launches desperately changed targets and focused on the upward rushing MiGs and put salvo after salvo unto their vector.

Aboard The ASDS Issac Brock
5 Stealth Helicopters took off from the Issac Brock and headed off at low level

"This is a retribution conflict anymore. It all started because of Leocardia's attempt to commit a coup de tat against Greal. We moved in to defend the fledgling Greal Democratic Government, and it turned into an all out war. We then had information showing that The Northern Baltic had decided to enter the war on the side of Leocardia. Once we were sure that they had actually declared war, we dropped two godrods on The Northern Baltic fleet. One of them hit, and took out the Akna. Following standard Soviet practices, they 'Revised' history to make it seem like it was an unprovoked attack. Then, they began to fire on the space assets. This included our space elevators, which they had earlier declared that they where off limits, and we had been fighting a defensive war. Then, they sent a pair of cruisers in space, and it all snowballed."

The secretary shook his head, "Then the president had to go and give NOVA a letter of marque. That was a bad idea all across the board. I think she was hoping to see NOVA and The Northern Baltic destroy each other. But now, it looks like she is going to do it herself."

"When you say she was hoping to see NOVA and the Northern Baltic destroy each other, but now it looks likes she's doing it herself, do you mean she originally didn't intend to see this war out this far? Maybe end it in someway other than the bigger mess that seems to be happening now? Cause we'd like nothing more than to see the end of this conflict I'll tell ya. And the war in space just shocks me, I realize the tactical advantages of weapons in space that can be achieved against enemy countries on the ground here, but I fail to see to see why warfare should extend up there beyond other than just blinding communication satellites. I mean my god, they took down your weather satellites for god's sake, in full knowledge of the weather and storms this year? I say, if you need help in that area just get me a secure phone and I can get you some data, coverage and help in regards to the weather from our satellites if you need it. I'm afraid I can't allow anything more than that from our satellites beyond weather and meteorological data but it's something, consider it a gesture of good faith if you will albeit a very small one. And as for the growing hostile forces out there...So how did Leafanistan and Burlovia get involved? I fail to see reason why so many enemies are at your gates Mr. Secretary, there's got to be more to it than that, Greal wasn't like chechnyia or something was it?"

OOC: The missiles carry torpedoes, they actually fall into the sea 15km from your ships and release their torpedoes. It is a way to deliver the rapid reaction and range of the missile to the torpedo. And the missiles do not use thermal guidance, they are inertially and GLONASS guided.

As Project 337N retreated to their tenders, Tu-22Ms operated by the People's Air Guard were flying from the Leafanistani Coastline to Wasser. During this time they would pass close enough to the enemy fleet to launch their Raduga Kh-22 missiles. To avoid interception they would only approach to 400km of the enemy fleet. This was actually several dozen kilometers out of range of S-3 Viking RADAR aircraft.

These long range antishipping missiles were all set for high altitude work. They would rise up to 27km, reach their speed of Mach 2. As they approached the enemy fleet they would lock onto their targets by sensing radiation sources and heat signatures and descend at an extremely high speed to attack the poorly armored deck of the carriers. At Mach 4 the missiles would be seen long before they would be heard.

Each aircraft only carried 3 of these missiles, but there were 12 of them, 36 missiles inbound on the enemy carrier fleets. And via GLONASS they were targeted at the carriers.

And this was only the advance flight of Tu-22Ms coming out of Leafanistan. These 12 Tu-22Ms were escorted by Su-87s of the Glorious Republican Air Force. Another flight of 24 Tu-22Ms were getting airborne in Wasser to fly to bases in Leafanistan, and the People's Air Guard were preparing another 16 Tu-22Ms to do these type of long range marauding attacks.

Alert fighters launched, sending a swarm of Raptors and JSF's into the air. The massive number of aircraft taking to the air were tasked with covering the withdrawal of the Carrier Battle Groups. The plan had changed, and it was time to put their new plan into action.

20% of the missiles made it through the Anti-Missile Systems to impact carriers and cruisers. This war was getting way too expensive, and the guys in The Pillar had better ideas.

"Mare Serenitataus you have no been authorized to communicate with Jumper-1 and the same goes for Jumper-1. This is your last and final warning."

The Commander ordered the Asp to be aborted. On board the corvette that fired the missile a crewman pushed the abort button but the malfunction light lit up. The Asp had since gone out of abortion range and was engaging its ECCM and ECM for its terminal flight. It locked onto the now inert Jumper-1 and moved in for the kill.

"Jumper-1, this the Glorious Republican Fleet, our missile has left abortion range and is on terminal lock-on. It will accelerate to full speed and impact within a few minutes, we suggest you make a run for it."

"Fuck," the pilot had enough time for that one word as they discovered that the cockpit had been sealed int he jump. It would take welding equipment to open it up now. The two crew sat and watched the missile come closer and closer. As their final act, they hacked into the global SatCom network.

"This is the Crew of Jumper-1. As our final act in this world, we wish to make clear the actions of The Northern Baltic are downright criminal, and ask that The Northern Baltic Military stand down, and that they give their leader up to justice as the War Criminal he is."

The missile impacted shortly afterwards, obliterating all test data on the first ever attempted use of a Faster-Than Light engin. Now, it would be another 90 years at the minimum before another test could be conducted.

The Lu-27 was an advanced Hypersonic interceptor built by Kreigzimmer for this very scenario. Its powerful afterburners quickly helped it catch up to the nimble enemy fighter-bombers and began engaging them at high speed. The going was dangerous, electrolasers blew enemy aircraft and missiles out of the sky at the speed of light. A Lu-27 flew into a debris field and did not emerge.

Smaller ships suffered minor damage as the fleet retreated to 300km.

Only a squadron's worth of bombers returned to Langley, their return covered by the building thunderclouds, and the orbiting Raptor and Ching Kuo fighters.

OOC: Are those Nike Zeus missiles filled with their standard payload? A nuclear warhead?

Satellite systems watched as all these shore batteries opened up. Operation: Just Cause was working as they relayed the intelligence of the location and disposition of the shore batteries to all allied forces. In Space a cruiser was adjusting its coilguns toward a favorable trajectory. It began firing white phosphorous warheads at a high rate at the Earth's atmosphere. The shells would skip and actually circumnavigate the world before they entered into a very steep dive into the earth's atmosphere. Soon they would accelerate to a terminal speed of Mach 11, ionizing the air and nearly impossible to intercept at that speed.

Oddly enough the cruiser was only targetting identified antiaircraft batteries.

As the shore batteries opened up at extreme range, many of the shells simply plopped into the water. The Harpoon with a maximum range under 200km simply fell into the water well before it reached the fleet. The Penguin and Skipper with a range far below 100km never even got close. The Tomahawks were always a concern but they were so slow it was like intercepting low flying subsonic kamikazes.

The Leafanistani jets tried to keep out of range but found themselves getting close, only the Standard Missile posed a threat at these ranges. But any jet finding itself being locked on would retreat and let the Electrolasers chase down the enemy aircraft.

The Hyperions and any aircraft that was making a run for it was being targeted by Praetorian IV missile which had the capability to intercept aircraft even 150km within America. The Hyperions would have to juggle intercepting shells firing toward shore batteries, electrolaser fire, and antiaircraft artillery and missiles.

OOC: All warheads are conventional

IC:
The Sea Sentinel Line, a perimeter of platforms that extends 100 kilometers out from the coast, launched their USV's. These small craft, each one carrying four Mk. 48 Torpedoes, closed in, fired off their loads, and then propelled themselves forward.

The Hyperions focused on the Anti-Aircraft fire, as they cost so much more than the artillery down below them.

(Saved for results from impact calculator)

Aboard the Brock
"Thank you, I fear my kestrel would be too obvious. I need transport to the Hegemony, I am sure we can convince Lord Sumguy to take us in for a time. Maybe even bring the Hegemony in to assist us if possible. And yes, I will make sure that Lilah is there as well, hopefully they won't try to attack us in Lord Sumguy."

The Pillar
Admiral Jack Ray was sick and tired of this. He sent out an order to arrest any and all Thon personell in the nation, and to send them to Space City, where they would be held until they could be lifted into orbit and stored.

Aboard the PS Roosevelt

As the message reached them, a platoon of marines rushed out, and grabbed the Thon personnel aboard the ship.

"I'm sorry sir, but as it is believed that your nation has decided to side with our enemies, we must confine you until this matter is cleared up."

The kentarchos's face turned sour.
"I'm sorry but since my arrival I've not been privy to any information that has happened recently, please fill me in. And as for confinement I am here as a diplomat, I came here unarmed and under the flag of truce. While I can't tell you and am not sure or have any premonition that my country and the commonwealth has sided at all yet or has found sufficient reason to do so, I must tell you, treating me as a prisoner of war certainty isn't right or a help to you at all. I'm not a threat in even the smallest way. Even enemy diplomats, representatives, whether they be civilian or military are given courtesies and diplomatic immunity when visiting an enemy faction and are treated as such."

The kentarchos's face turned sour.
"I'm sorry but since my arrival I've not been privy to any information that has happened recently, please fill me in. And as for confinement I am here as a diplomat, I came here unarmed and under the flag of truce. While I can't tell you and am not sure or have any premonition that my country and the commonwealth has sided at all yet or has found sufficient reason to do so, I must tell you, treating me as a prisoner of war certainty isn't right or a help to you at all. I'm not a threat in even the smallest way. Even enemy diplomats, representatives, whether they be civilian or military are given courtesies and diplomatic immunity when visiting an enemy faction and are treated as such."

"Does not matter, we are going to confine you to your quarters while you are here, and will make sure that you cannot do anything untoward. Our people have seen enough treachery to trust those from outside with silver silver tongues. Especially when their government sends an aircraft under escort to an enemy nation, while refusing to meet with our people in another spot."

"When you say she was hoping to see NOVA and the Northern Baltic destroy each other, but now it looks likes she's doing it herself, do you mean she originally didn't intend to see this war out this far? Maybe end it in someway other than the bigger mess that seems to be happening now? Cause we'd like nothing more than to see the end of this conflict I'll tell ya. And the war in space just shocks me, I realize the tactical advantages of weapons in space that can be achieved against enemy countries on the ground here, but I fail to see to see why warfare should extend up there beyond other than just blinding communication satellites. I mean my god, they took down your weather satellites for god's sake, in full knowledge of the weather and storms this year? I say, if you need help in that area just get me a secure phone and I can get you some data, coverage and help in regards to the weather from our satellites if you need it. I'm afraid I can't allow anything more than that from our satellites beyond weather and meteorological data but it's something, consider it a gesture of good faith if you will albeit a very small one. And as for the growing hostile forces out there...So how did Leafanistan and Burlovia get involved? I fail to see reason why so many enemies are at your gates Mr. Secretary, there's got to be more to it than that, Greal wasn't like chechnyia or something was it?"

"She is going to destroy anything and eveything in The Northern Baltic that allows them to stand in the modern age. We still don't know how badly they where hurt, and still are trying to find out. Yes, they did, but that is because all forms of warfare require up to date and powerful technology that would allow those on the ground and upon the sea to survive."

Tossing his head, the secretary continued, "As for Burlovia and Leafanistan, they described it as an assault on Communism. Their radicals claimed that it was an assault on them based on politics, due to our hard line in favor of democratic governments. And no, Greal was never a part of Leafanistan, they have always been independent. We have been helping them in small ways establish a stable economy following the assaults of The People's Freedom and attacks and invasions previous to that. Now, if you will come with me, I shall escort you to the rooms designated for yourself. Be glad, we normally make people who turn on us walk the plank."

The Helo made it's way to the Roosevelt, where a greyhound was waiting to take them the rest of the way to the capital of Lord Sumguy.

As the Greyhound roared off the flight deck, Rebeca felt ill. She loved air travel most of the time, but with her body in the state it was in, it did not suit her.

Near the airspace of Lord Sumguy, the prop plane requested and was granted permission to enter the airspace, and made it's way to the capital. Chester and Rebeca where the first ones off, followed by Damien and Lilah, who had their own son, and the President's daughter with them. Special Security Service personnel made their way down next, forming a barrier around the wounded president.

To quote Admiral Hawk, she looked like she had had a city dropped on top of her.

Aboard the ASDS Issac Brock

The colonel was a marine, so normally when those bells and whistles went off it meant to get ready for launch. However this wasn't his ship and he didn't know what to do. He found an officer and asked them quickly:

"I need to get back to the Mokan Fleet, or at least to my F-18s, how the hell do I get to the deck?"


MNS California

The ships had heard all the commotion going on around them and had been at battle stations for quite a while now. However with the storm messing with radio communication and being hidden in the TAP naval yards they werent sure as to what was shooting who.

This is Admiral Fernando of the Mokan Fleet to TAP command, what the hell is going on out there?"

The last thing Fernando wanted was to be stuck surrounded by enemy ships and left to fend for himself. Though he could if he had to, but they would then go full speed to Mokastana.

"Does not matter, we are going to confine you to your quarters while you are here, and will make sure that you cannot do anything untoward. Our people have seen enough treachery to trust those from outside with silver silver tongues. Especially when their government sends an aircraft under escort to an enemy nation, while refusing to meet with our people in another spot."


"She is going to destroy anything and eveything in The Northern Baltic that allows them to stand in the modern age. We still don't know how badly they where hurt, and still are trying to find out. Yes, they did, but that is because all forms of warfare require up to date and powerful technology that would allow those on the ground and upon the sea to survive."

Tossing his head, the secretary continued, "As for Burlovia and Leafanistan, they described it as an assault on Communism. Their radicals claimed that it was an assault on them based on politics, due to our hard line in favor of democratic governments. And no, Greal was never a part of Leafanistan, they have always been independent. We have been helping them in small ways establish a stable economy following the assaults of The People's Freedom and attacks and invasions previous to that. Now, if you will come with me, I shall escort you to the rooms designated for yourself. Be glad, we normally make people who turn on us walk the plank.

(will make sure that you cannot do anything untoward. Our people have seen enough treachery to trust those from outside with silver silver tongues.)

OOC untoward? silver silver tongues? huh?

His polite, considerate, understanding, diplomatic, demeanor changed abruptly and he became enraged.

"What? my country sent a plane under escort to...to who do you say? agh! nevermind doesn't matter...you stupid idiots!!!! (he yelled) We were sending a diplomat to every nation involved in this conflict too see both sides of the story and find out what the hell is going on and maybe even get a ceasefire! The collateral damage already is ridiculous! You know that! And what the hell is wrong with an escort! In this mess it's a requirement, one may not only know who's who in the mess out there at times but it's a safety precaution! besides our military aircraft have better radars, early warning equipment and such than most of our nonmilitary aircraft. Isn't it the same with yours! And your the one who is having talks on military vessels full of aircraft! Aircraft carriers full of them! I have no doubt at least one of the attendees had an escort on their way there! You Hypocrites! and what treachery are you talking about? someone tell me what’s going on now! People who turn on you walk the plank? And how have I or the Commonwealth ever turned on you? we've done nothing but help, prove to me otherwise! and walking the plank?! how backward are you people? Get me to a phone immediately I demand it!"

he fumed.

Aboard the ASDS Issac Brock

The colonel was a marine, so normally when those bells and whistles went off it meant to get ready for launch. However this wasn't his ship and he didn't know what to do. He found an officer and asked them quickly:

"I need to get back to the Mokan Fleet, or at least to my F-18s, how the hell do I get to the deck?"


MNS California

The ships had heard all the commotion going on around them and had been at battle stations for quite a while now. However with the storm messing with radio communication and being hidden in the TAP naval yards they werent sure as to what was shooting who.

This is Admiral Fernando of the Mokan Fleet to TAP command, what the hell is going on out there?"

The last thing Fernando wanted was to be stuck surrounded by enemy ships and left to fend for himself. Though he could if he had to, but they would then go full speed to Mokastana.

Aboard the ASDS Issac Brock
"Sir! we've been looking for you! Your f-18 has been preped to launch with an ADS escort to make sure you make it back to your fleet sir. If you'll follow me?" Said a navel rating spotting the Colonel and gesturing to a stairwell.

Sit rep. to Mokan Fleet
Tap'ian costal defenses under attack by Leafanistan forces. Leafanistan forces attempting to enforce blockade.

The Northern Baltic
The government barley needed to respond to the global message by The American Privateer. Independent news agencies, still filled with the spirit of nationalism, attacked The American Privateer and said that The American Privateer brought troubles upon herself when she decided to attack The Northern Baltic's most prided institution.

Off The Northern Baltic
80 Tu-160 bombers escorted by 200 Mig-1.44 fighters headed towards Leafanistan. There, the bombers and fighters would land and refuel, to await potential targets. The bombers were each armed with 6 Kh-55 cruise missiles and the fighters were armed with 6 R-77 and 4 R-73 each.

Off of TAP
Non-nuclear Scud-D missiles began firing off of rocketboats, old unmanned merchant ships anchored and used as firing platforms. Each rocketboat had from between 20 to 40 Scud-D missiles. In total, 1,500 Scud-D missiles were launched at The American Privateer's coastal defenses from a distance of 300 km.

Lunar Colony
The Northern Baltic forces began to move out in a reverse semi-circle to their destination: The American Privateer's lunar colony. Each T-55 teletank was assigned a group of two or three soldiers, who hitched rides on the back until they came closer to the lunar colony, to control it. Each group of four teletanks was assigned a manned T-62 command tank to be the leader of that group. All 75 troops were armed and wearing suits containing kevlar vests under, in preparation of fighting inside the colony.

The Colonel loaded up and was soon in the air heading towards the Mokan fleet with both a Mokan Fighter escort, along with a TAP escort, he only hoped that nothing to bad would happen. However on his way out he heard about someone from The Thon being held by the TAP for some reason. No doubt that would cause some future conflict.


MNS California

"Copy that, is the storm weak enough we can get out and engage over?"

To Mokan Fleet Command
Storm is currently low level enough for combat no Guarantees that it will stay that way.

Aboard the ASDS Hephaestus- shield Class missile defense boat

"Incoming Scuds. Activate SM-8 anti missile defenses. Rapid Fire."
From each of the four shield class boats a volleys of 6 every 10 seconds counter-missiles flew at the incoming scuds.

Encrypted Transmission from Thon Dignitary jet's pilot to Leafanistan:

"Roger that, fighters are returning to Commonwealth Airspace, who will we being meeting upon arrival? I'd like to inform my Logothetes tou dromou Hakan aboard ahead of time to prepare, he kinda wants to get right into it, I'd imagine."

Once the Su-87s appeared on radar The two Thon fighter jets started to climb to their max ceiling near the ends of Earth's upper atmosphere and proceeded to head to land at Askor Air Base back at the Thon Main Islands.

"You'll be meeting Senator Marshall Ravenwood, he has actually come down from the Senate to speak to you on the tarmac. For security reasons you'll be moved via convoy with Republican Guard Government Security forces to a Senate office."

On the tarmac, several dozen vehicles pulled into the lot. Air Defense vehicles, armored personnel carriers, several armored limousines, and armored scout cars, lined the tarmac waiting for the Dignitary's jet.

In Space
The Sparrow Class Lacs moved down to position themselves between the Space installations and the oncoming missiles and began launch Small Smart kinetic kill counter missiles.
At the Same time the Aegis class platform came online. Specifically designed to handle incoming space threat it launched salvo upon salvo of relatively tiny counter missiles. Vectored onto to the incoming missiles by the supercomputers housed in the Aegis they ran in Kamikaze Style towards the incoming Swarm of ASPs. The Sparrows also fired counter missiles and Coil Guns At the incoming missiles and MiGs. The Apollo Platform Fired its ten over sized coil guns at the incoming fighters as its CIWS defenses came rapidly online.

Despite the coil gun's extremely high speed the oversized nature of it meant the MiGs would take advantage of how nimble they were. It was clear that they were being overwhelmed by counter fire. It was time to increase their own fire.

The corvettes emptied all their missiles and torpedoes at the enemy target to force them to exhaust their counter munitions. They were turning back now, taking minor damage from missiles that their overdeveloped CIWS was taking down. One dumped its rear section as the empty VLS tubes caught fire. They needed to get more range and let their MiG picket and CIWS have enough time to cut down the enemy defenses.

On the ground another 3 wings of MiG-107s were launched along with dozens of antisatellite missiles. They would reach altitude far away from the enemy, release their payload of a single Asp missile and the Asp would guide itself to its target.

Another cruiser on the other side of the planet aimed its coilgun up and began focusing its calculations. It was computing an attack strategy and began firing on the enemy from extreme range, using simple physics to determine when gravity would drag the kinetic kill shells toward the enemy.

Alert fighters launched, sending a swarm of Raptors and JSF's into the air. The massive number of aircraft taking to the air were tasked with covering the withdrawal of the Carrier Battle Groups. The plan had changed, and it was time to put their new plan into action.

20% of the missiles made it through the Anti-Missile Systems to impact carriers and cruisers. This war was getting way too expensive, and the guys in The Pillar had better ideas.

As they returned the Project 337N submarines launched another salvo of SS-N-16 missiles to put more VA-111 Shkval 2 torpedoes in the water. The incoming Tu-22Ms changed their vectors slightly, and at 430km they fired their payload of missiles and turned toward Leafanistan.

The Northern Baltic fighters and bombers were being refueled as fast as possible via new Airbus refueling jets to get them onto the picket line.

"Fuck," the pilot had enough time for that one word as they discovered that the cockpit had been sealed int he jump. It would take welding equipment to open it up now. The two crew sat and watched the missile come closer and closer. As their final act, they hacked into the global SatCom network.

"This is the Crew of Jumper-1. As our final act in this world, we wish to make clear the actions of The Northern Baltic are downright criminal, and ask that The Northern Baltic Military stand down, and that they give their leader up to justice as the War Criminal he is."

The missile impacted shortly afterwards, obliterating all test data on the first ever attempted use of a Faster-Than Light engin. Now, it would be another 90 years at the minimum before another test could be conducted.

The explosion was barely a gleam from the extreme distance they were. But the Commander could feel every single missile in his heart. It was then that he got a worse feeling when he finally began receiving news about the attack in Earth Orbit. A cruiser had been taken out and MiGs were being lost.

It was clear this new enemy was far more capable but he wasn't able to do anything. His barges were still a few days away even at maximum speed. He ordered them to accelerate. This waiting business in orbit meant he had excess fuel and Luna Progress modules sitting around with fuel for no reason.

OOC: All warheads are conventional

IC:
The Sea Sentinel Line, a perimeter of platforms that extends 100 kilometers out from the coast, launched their USV's. These small craft, each one carrying four Mk. 48 Torpedoes, closed in, fired off their loads, and then propelled themselves forward.

The Hyperions focused on the Anti-Aircraft fire, as they cost so much more than the artillery down below them.

(Saved for results from impact calculator)

The Sea Sentinel Line, once it began launching things at the fleet which was now moving past 230km to 300km from the shoreline was now being targeted. The Hyperions seemed to be focusing on protecting themselves from antiaircraft fire so the fleet switched to artillery guns to keep the Hyperions busy as the missile fire from shore batteries waned off. The electrolasers could now focus on downing the Hyperions which were now a major target.

Supermassive shells were being fired at a low trajectory toward the Sea Sentinels. They were trying to hit them side on to disrupt their platforming nature.

The USVs were another issue. Many navies had overdeveloped ships but few actually remember that the destroyer originally stood for the torpedo boat destroyer. Leafanistan's destroyers were still equipped with small deck mounted guns, and they began opening up on the small boats. But the torpedoes did their damage, and another few frigates and a cruiser, the outside of the fleet took damage.

An order was passed down from High Command the several massive antishipping cruise missiles with white phosphorous warheads took off with their obscenely large payloads and boosters. They were now targeting the Sea Sentinels. These missiles, the Khans, were designed to cripple the Superdreadnought in a single shot, against smaller ships or stationary platforms, they were absurdly effective.

Base 5660-125, Leocardia
Another printed order was printed from the printer of the head office of the Base. Entitled, it was from the LMOCC, and it meant serious business with the ongoing situation, especially when Leocardia was picked to fight with during a massive depression of wars. The orders were clear and given.

Elite 16-Star Guard John Elliot received the orders and read it while giving it to the launch operator. It read:

To preparing the defensive measures and the national security of Leocardia and its territories, ensuring the ongoing conflict in which threatens Leocardia, and choosing which side to take in the world events, decision is tough. The orders given are clear and are requested to fulfill it in the name of our proud sovereignty. The command has ordered Base 5560-125 and the rest of the ASAT battle group to attack the ASDSS Honor.

The launch operator was handed the orders and minutes later, a message was sent out to all 5,000 of the ASAT missiles in Leocardia's Western Province. A couple minutes were waited to determine the time to hit the ASDSS Honor, and was fired immediately. All 5,000 ASAT missiles headed toward the ASDSS Honor, and the missile pods were immediately replaced with new ASAT missiles.

Naval Battle Scene
The Great World Fleet had finished refueling in Greal and a third had taken its course toward the battle scene. Just having to come into the battle, the Juki SD entered with a barrage of Moskit and BrahBros missiles at the enemy ships. It was uncertain which side was winning, but having the Leocardian ships adding into Leafanistan's battle line, it was declared a out powered battle.

Destroyers assisting the battle, escorted the Juki SD as it arrived into the scene. Frigates fired fireworks for the arrival of the part of the Great World Fleet, and artillery strikes were common to the enemy forces. As a result, the battle seemed like a welcoming ceremony for the Leocardian path of total warfare and enemy destruction.

In Space
The ASD Counter missiles and CIWS had so far managed well against the incoming missiles and with the cruisers falling back the Strain on the Missile defense system was relatively light.
Aboard the ASDSS Honor
"Sir Enemy Cruisers are falling back as are their MiGs. We've taken only light losses sir as most of their missiles have been destroyed before entering attack range and the few that haven't Have been shrugged off by the armor on the Aegis and the Honor sir. Report coming in sir! They've left a lone cruiser out Around the planet. It looks like hes setting up to use a coil round sir!"
"Very well," Replied Hawk "Evasive Maneuvers. Tell the Sparrow Lacs to take him out with their Coil guns. And tell Heavens Wrath to launch and take control of the remaining Leaches. Either to back up the Sparrows or to back us up. Target the enemy MiG picket screen on my mark fire all Coil Guns and missiles both on the accompanying Sparrows and on the Honor and MARK!"

As the Missiles and coil gun rounds from Honor and Her Escorts Lanced towards the Leafanistan Coil gun rounds fired from the Sparrows at the Enemy Cruiser as well. Suddenly A massive heat bloom showed on Thermal Scans of Leocardia.

Military Command Under Mount Brock
"Sir! We have A massive Launch From Leocardia."
"Bring all ABM Missiles and lasers Online."
Across DaWoad Anti missile defenses came to life. So far they had been relatively useless It having been decided that their ability to hit something as nimble as a mig was low but now they had the target they were meant to hit and 30 seconds after the command was given 10 missiles from each site were launched totaling 7500 counter missiles aimed at the onrushing ASATs. Interspersed in these counter missiles were DaWoads 5 Remaining Chemical Lasers. Most had been destroyed during the Civil war when the government had tried to turn them against the Rebel Space command but 5 were still active and in the time it took for the enemy missiles to cross through their firing range each took 20 shots with pinpoint accuracy. This line of defense managed a remarkable number of kills for the firing conditions but conditions were poor and after the torrent of counter missiles over 200 Leocardian Missiles remained. From Space the Apollo Platform Fired its coil guns over and over hitting at the emplacements from where the enemy shots had come.
Aboard the ASDSS Honor
"Sir every one of those missiles is targeted at us sir and theres still over two hundred remaining."
"Fine," Replied Lance "I was hoping to save this as an ace in the whole but activate Ghost Armor and cease fire. Change The Target of the sparrows coil guns to the enemy Cruisers and have them move above us so they don't take any accidental hits from those ASATs.

Suddenly on the display screens on all the ASD there was no longer one but two ASDSS Honors. each exactly Identical and accelerating at speed in opposite directions.

In Space
The ASD Counter missiles and CIWS had so far managed well against the incoming missiles and with the cruisers falling back the Strain on the Missile defense system was relatively light.
Aboard the ASDSS Honor
"Sir Enemy Cruisers are falling back as are their Atmospheric MiGs. We've taken only light losses sir as most of their missiles have been destroyed before entering attack range and the few that haven't Have been shrugged off by the armor on the Aegis and the Honor sir. Report coming in sir! They've left a lone cruiser out Around the planet. It looks like hes setting up to use a coil round sir!"
"Very well," Replied Hawk "Evasive Maneuvers. Tell the Sparrow Lacs to take him out with their Coil guns. And tell Heavens Wrath to launch and take control of the remaining Leaches. Either to back up the Sparrows or to back us up. Target the enemy MiG picket screen on my mark fire all Coil Guns and missiles both on the accompanying Sparrows and on the Honor and MARK!"

As the Missiles and coil gun rounds from Honor and Her Escorts Lanced towards the Leafanistan Coil gun rounds fired from the Sparrows at the Enemy Cruiser as well. Suddenly A massive heat bloom showed on Thermal Scans of Leocardia.

OOC: The MiGs are not atmospheric. They are full blown space fighters that are launched atop expendable Zenit Boosters along with another RATO to bring it to LEO. They are also my primary space fighter once they are up here.

Also I'm using the Earth size of Jupiter when I'm doing this stuff to explain how big all our countries are. I have far more cruisers but I want to save money on this war and retain my tactical advantage. More cruisers does mean overlapping CIWS fire, but a greater total loss against munitions that people are glad to dump at me.

A the same time Air-Space missiles in DaWoad Fires on the migs being launched From various Bases across Leafanistan.

Aboard the ASDSS Honor
"Sir every one of those missiles is targeted at us sir and theres still over two hundred remaining."
"Fine," Replied Lance "I was hoping to save this as an ace in the whole but activate Ghost Armor and cease fire. Change The Target of the sparrows coil guns to the enemy Cruisers and have them move above us so they don't take any accidental hits from those ASATs.

Suddenly on the display screens on all the ASD there was no longer one but two ASDSS Honors. each exactly Identical and accelerating at speed in opposite directions.

OOC: There is also the issue of intercepting enemy spacecraft when they are well out of range of your missiles as I'm launching not facing you because that'd be silly.

Also you have to explain the Ghost Armor because I do have spacecraft that can see. You're also RPing my 'display screen' which could be using ultraviolet LADAR for all you know.

This post will be replaced by a response once these issues are addressed.

You'll be meeting Senator Marshall Ravenwood, he has actually come down from the Senate to speak to you on the tarmac. For security reasons you'll be moved via convoy with Republican Guard Government Security forces to a Senate office."

On the tarmac, several dozen vehicles pulled into the lot. Air Defense vehicles, armored personnel carriers, several armored limousines, and armored scout cars, lined the tarmac waiting for the Dignitary's jet.

Logothete Hakan stepped off the plane followed by two gorgoeous, and stunningingly sexy 30 year young female aides following behind him in business suits and carrying breifcases along with a Thon SF captain who was in charge of the Logothete's security while he was on the plane and the plane itself wherever it went on the trip.

The SF Captain,- once the Logothete's party got to the senator and started greetings,- walked towards the highest looking ranked Leafanistan military person and started to discuss various things about the airplane, payment for refueling, hangar use, communication with the Logothete and his party while they were separated, and other such trivial boring stuff not neccessarliy needed to be carried on in this thread.

The Logothete smiled, shook the senators's hand and greeted him.


"Pleasure to meet you Senator, I'm Logothete Hakan, it is an honor to come to your country."

Logothete Hakan looks around at all the vehicles around that brought the senator and were there to pick him up and be as escorts for the motorcade.

"Wow. Do they often treat senators like a president in service and travel protection? You guys just might be getting better pay, security and beneifts than our Elders. By the looks and sounds of it, things are pretty hot now, our Logothetes tou stratiotikou which you would probally translate as Secratary of War, would love this kind of reception, as well as get a chance to take a peek at the LNB-1 Main Battle Tank that Lecardia and Northen Baltic field and you might as well, but don't tell him I said that. Anyway these are my aides and assistants Alana and Sabrina."

Alana and Sabrina each shake the senator's hand.
Alana: "Hello."
Sabrina:"Hello"

Logothete Hakan stepped off the plane followed by two gorgoeous, and stunningingly sexy 30 year young female aides following behind him in business suits and carrying breifcases along with a Thon SF captain who was in charge of the Logothete's security while he was on the plane and the plane itself wherever it went on the trip.

The SF Captain,- once the Logothete's party got to the senator and started greetings,- walked towards the highest looking ranked Leafanistan military person and started to discuss various things about the airplane, payment for refueling, hangar use, communication with the Logothete and his party while they were separated, and other such trivial boring stuff not neccessarliy needed to be carried on in this thread.

The Logothete smiled, shook the senators's hand and greeted him.


"Pleasure to meet you Senator, I'm Logothete Hakan, it is an honor to come to your country."

Logothete Hakan looks around at all the vehicles around that brought the senator and were there to pick him up and be as escorts for the motorcade.

"Wow. Do they often treat senators like a president in service and travel protection? You guys just might be getting better pay, security and beneifts than our Elders. By the looks and sounds of it, things are pretty hot now, our Logothetes tou stratiotikou which you would probally translate as Secratary of War, would love this kind of reception, as well as get a chance to take a peek at the LNB-1 Main Battle Tank that Lecardia and Northen Baltic field and you might as well, but don't tell him I said that. Anyway these are my aides and assistants Alana and Sabrina."

Alana and Sabrina each shake the senator's hand.
Alana: "Hello."
Sabrina:"Hello"

Senator Ravenwood flushed.

"It is my honor."

He had work to do, a lot of it, but he was severely distracted by Alana and Sabrina. For a second he didn't react until his aide tapped him and pushed him to talk again. The first few words were stuttered.

"Well the security is completely necessary, we have no idea what is coming. As for that new battle tank, we have files on it, but we field the AVT-130. We didn't bring any examples out because they would crush the streets. Now if you'll follow me I can get you into a car and to the Senate. A police escort along with a few APCs will take us to the Senate."

As they walked toward the car, the doors opened up and a few Elite Republican Guard, clad in suits, sunglasses and holding KF15C Carbines came out as security.

"While many people regard our country as Soviet, most of it is a vestige of the last government. High Father heralded the wave of new reforms and gradually brought the country to democracy and capitalism without the crippling effects it has had on some of the other former member states. He believed very strongly in the power of the people, a populist to the end."

The car began moving, and the hammer and sickle flag on the car's front began to wave in the wind. It was springtime in Concord, which meant a brisk temperature and only intermittent snow.

Senator Ravenwood flushed.

"It is my honor."

He had work to do, a lot of it, but he was severely distracted by Alana and Sabrina. For a second he didn't react until his aide tapped him and pushed him to talk again. The first few words were stuttered.

"Well the security is completely necessary, we have no idea what is coming. As for that new battle tank, we have files on it, but we field the AVT-130. We didn't bring any examples out because they would crush the streets. Now if you'll follow me I can get you into a car and to the Senate. A police escort along with a few APCs will take us to the Senate."

As they walked toward the car, the doors opened up and a few Elite Republican Guard, clad in suits, sunglasses and holding KF15C Carbines came out as security.

see http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Logothete for meaning
"While many people regard our country as Soviet, most of it is a vestige of the last government. High Father heralded the wave of new reforms and gradually brought the country to democracy and capitalism without the crippling effects it has had on some of the other former member states. He believed very strongly in the power of the people, a populist to the end."

The car began moving, and the hammer and sickle flag on the car's front began to wave in the wind. It was springtime in Concord, which meant a brisk temperature and only intermittent snow.

"Thank you, please give Sabrina the address, coordinates, and route we use to get there once we arrive so she can call and tell the others back at my plane. They need to know, and after they get comfortable there, some may want to come here as well, at least to pick me up in a leased government SUV or such.

And when we get there, please excuse Alana, I've tasked her to go out and see what she can do, in working towards establishing a Thon embassy in your country.

Who will I get to talk to and ask some things to once we arrive? Or have you yourself been authorized to formally answer questions pertaining to the nature of this conflict? Such as how it started, what are you plans, goals, expectations. What is the end result trying to be achieved here. Victory obviously, but what kind and on what terms? Is it possible to whatever end victory the war results in that the American Privateer's navy can or will be decimated? If the embargo and blockade can be lifted? How long must and are the intentions to enforcing it? Is it even possible for neutral countries who have nowhere near hostile intent or even the tiniest capability too do any if they wanted too, to still trade with the TAP? Do you intend to blockade and embargo their allies as well? Is that even possible spreading and thinning your allies navies that much? Does your nation support or do everything your allies do? Like if they do an embargo or blockade do you do the same? Verification of the collateral damage from the downing of his space elevator was unintended, unexpected and unforeseen? That the rest of his space elevators can be taken out safely without such and similar results? The status of Greal in this conflict. I know your nation works closely with them and are active in arm sales to them. I’d say your nation is on very friendly terms with them too. Than why is TAP involved? Is TAP on friendlier terms with Greal than your nation? From my homework I haven’t seen any evidence to that.

He smiles and laughs.
"You don't have to answer any of those, those are just examples of expectations and an idea of why I'm here and what I'm trying to accomplish. I know that was a mouthful, politics is never fun or easy, and your country being the only major superpower The Thon has federally and officially traveled to outside its Commonwealth since its creation calls for such questions and involvement on behalf of my people and my office.”

he laughs again.
" Prōtomandatōr Scott is having a fit on having Commonwealth delegates and reps on his ship! He’s a navy man not a damn beurocrat! ha-ha.

No offense Senator, I'm one too.

Hes doesn't like babysiting them I tell ya. Especially on a military vessel. But his mission is to protect Commonwealth citizens and interests in the region. He's been tasked to get what Thon citizens there are in TAP out of the country. If any Commonwealth people get hurt or stranded over there, the're going to be Thon Military forces allied with TAP not Thon Commonwealth civilian citizens visiting the dang place. But before I landed I learned he seems to be having some problem achieveing that." Our Logothetes tou stratiotikou (Secretary of War) has been quite busy latley with this mess, and won't let up telling me about it.


But as always the Commonwealth has trusted, followed and supported everything the Thon government and the Supreme Commander has done and recommended. Whatever we do or say seems to be what they want, even when they disagree to it, and don't ask me how that is! I'm still trying to figure that out myself."

OOC: my Commonwealth is not actually all RP but also has two other nationstate nations. I’ve been telegramming with em and such, I just haven’t got a region for us yet and don‘t know if we want to. Come an alliance in this thread one of em might join as well but I can’t say for sure. And as one would refer to the Secretary of War or of whatever as Mr. Secretary, one would refer to my equivlent of them as Mr. Logothete.

see http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Logothete for meaning

"Thank you, please give Sabrina the address, coordinates, and route we use to get there once we arrive so she can call and tell the others back at my plane. They need to know, and after they get comfortable there, some may want to come here as well, at least to pick me up in a leased government SUV or such.

And when we get there, please excuse Alana, I've tasked her to go out and see what she can do, in working towards establishing a Thon embassy in your country.

Who will I get to talk to and ask some things to once we arrive? Or have you yourself been authorized to formally answer questions pertaining to the nature of this conflict? Such as how it started, what are you plans, goals, expectations. What is the end result trying to be achieved here. Victory obviously, but what kind and on what terms? Is it possible to whatever end victory the war results in that the American Privateer's navy can or will be decimated? If the embargo and blockade can be lifted? How long must and are the intentions to enforcing it? Is it even possible for neutral countries who have nowhere near hostile intent or even the tiniest capability too do any if they wanted too, to still trade with the TAP? Do you intend to blockade and embargo their allies as well? Is that even possible spreading and thinning your allies navies that much? Does your nation support or do everything your allies do? Like if they do an embargo or blockade do you do the same? Verification of the collateral damage from the downing of his space elevator was unintended, unexpected and unforeseen? That the rest of his space elevators can be taken out safely without such and similar results? The status of Greal in this conflict. I know your nation works closely with them and are active in arm sales to them. I’d say your nation is on very friendly terms with them too. Than why is TAP involved? Is TAP on friendlier terms with Greal than your nation? From my homework I haven’t seen any evidence to that.

OOC: my Commonwealth is not actually all RP but also has two other nationstate nations. I’ve been telegramming with em and such, I just haven’t got a region for us yet and don‘t know if we want to. Come an alliance in this thread one of em might join as well but I can’t say for sure.

Senator Ravenwood pulled a bottle of water out of the limo's minifridge and tapped on the window between the front compartment and the tinted window went down on the passenger side. A rather high ranking military figure in a black and red uniform was there.

"This is Col. Ravenwood, my son, he's with military intelligence and has been appointed to help us advise you on our policies."

The convoy pulled over as Col. Ravenwood moved into the passenger cabin. They got back underway as a heavy flurry began falling. Colonel Ravenwood put a copy of 'The World-Telegraph' onto the Logothete 's lap. It was the copy from the day police action was authorized.

It was the inflammatory picture of the Akna sinking with a list of all the dead along with an editorial commenting on the situation and a call to arms on the sidebar.

"As you can see Logothete Hakan, democracy means that we're at the will of the people."

Senator Ravenwood laughed a bit and leaned forward.

"My son is right, this entire thing is because of our close ties to Leocardia and the Northern Baltic. An ally's ship being sunk on the suspicion of collusion is outrageous. Preemptive strikes are one thing but this is stepping over a line. I refuse to say this is a 'lesson' against the American Privateer, but for anyone else, this will serve as a lesson."

Colonel Ravenwood shifted nervously in his seat.

"At the moment the military situation is fully under control. Despite how it make look everything has been carefully orchestrated and reactions are how we anticipate. I cannot say anything more about the current situation."

Senator Ravenwood took control again.

"The blockade is serious and that is why we brought so many small boats with the fleet, at the moment we are turning away neutral vessels, but understandably we are sharing the duties with both the Great World Fleet of Leocardia and the Baltic Navy."

"As for their actions, it is regrettable what has happened, and we have done all we can to prevent these sorts of things. But the blame doesn't always lie on us, the American Privateer keeps hiding behind civilian targets or acting deceitfully. A rogue transmission made it to earth in violation of our radio silence order on American assets on the moon. In fact we will take that base very soon."

"Now how far this war goes it entirely up to the people."

Senator Ravenwood pushed a button and closed the divider and leaned in very close.

"Leafanistan is becoming a small place to live, resources are running low, prices are up. Senator Kent is using this war to help bring morale up around his Ultraconservatives and he doesn't have an end in sight. While the ultraconservatives are a very vocal bloc, they do not make up the majority of the Senate, my Leafanistani National Party makes up the majority. We don't exactly want this war to continue any further than necessary. We want to extract a concession."

Colonel Ravenwood interjected.

"Asking for an surrender, conditional or otherwise this early in the conflict when the deaths haven't even exceeded 1000 personnel on our end may look positive for my father and the media but militarily speaking we must score a decisive victory. We have yet to achieve that victory in space. We have yet to achieve that victory at sea."

"The American's intent is also clear, I have data showing them with 7 carrier groups that have been recently repulsed. Our reserve and allied bombers have been launching attacks at range that have caused them severe damage. We'll continue with aerial strikes to keep them as far away as possible and to destroy as many of them as possible."

"Militarily if we can secure your assistance to make the blockade complete and to force a surrender this conflict can end a lot sooner than it could take."

"Senator Ravenwood pulled a bottle of water out of the limo's minifridge and tapped on the window between the front compartment and the tinted window went down on the passenger side. A rather high ranking military figure in a black and red uniform was there.

"This is Col. Ravenwood, my son, he's with military intelligence and has been appointed to help us advise you on our policies."

The convoy pulled over as Col. Ravenwood moved into the passenger cabin. They got back underway as a heavy flurry began falling. Colonel Ravenwood put a copy of 'The World-Telegraph' onto the Logothete 's lap. It was the copy from the day police action was authorized.

It was the inflammatory picture of the Akna sinking with a list of all the dead along with an editorial commenting on the situation and a call to arms on the sidebar.

"As you can see Logothete Hakan, democracy means that we're at the will of the people."

Senator Ravenwood laughed a bit and leaned forward.

"My son is right, this entire thing is because of our close ties to Leocardia and the Northern Baltic. An ally's ship being sunk on the suspicion of collusion is outrageous. Preemptive strikes are one thing but this is stepping over a line. I refuse to say this is a 'lesson' against the American Privateer, but for anyone else, this will serve as a lesson."

Colonel Ravenwood shifted nervously in his seat.

"At the moment the military situation is fully under control. Despite how it make look everything has been carefully orchestrated and reactions are how we anticipate. I cannot say anything more about the current situation."

Senator Ravenwood took control again.

"The blockade is serious and that is why we brought so many small boats with the fleet, at the moment we are turning away neutral vessels, but understandably we are sharing the duties with both the Great World Fleet of Leocardia and the Baltic Navy."

"As for their actions, it is regrettable what has happened, and we have done all we can to prevent these sorts of things. But the blame doesn't always lie on us, the American Privateer keeps hiding behind civilian targets or acting deceitfully. A rogue transmission made it to earth in violation of our radio silence order on American assets on the moon. In fact we will take that base very soon."

"Now how far this war goes it entirely up to the people."

Senator Ravenwood pushed a button and closed the divider and leaned in very close.

"Leafanistan is becoming a small place to live, resources are running low, prices are up. Senator Kent is using this war to help bring morale up around his Ultraconservatives and he doesn't have an end in sight. While the ultraconservatives are a very vocal bloc, they do not make up the majority of the Senate, my Leafanistani National Party makes up the majority. We don't exactly want this war to continue any further than necessary. We want to extract a concession."

Colonel Ravenwood interjected.

"Asking for an surrender, conditional or otherwise this early in the conflict when the deaths haven't even exceeded 1000 personnel on our end may look positive for my father and the media but militarily speaking we must score a decisive victory. We have yet to achieve that victory in space. We have yet to achieve that victory at sea."

"The American's intent is also clear, I have data showing them with 7 carrier groups that have been recently repulsed. Our reserve and allied bombers have been launching attacks at range that have caused them severe damage. We'll continue with aerial strikes to keep them as far away as possible and to destroy as many of them as possible."

"Militarily if we can secure your assistance to make the blockade complete and to force a surrender this conflict can end a lot sooner than it could take.

"I'm happy we're getting somewhere, thankyou Colonel. I really really appreciate this honesty and what you've confided in me."

I agree with you.

What bother's me is his supply via his space elevators.
The Thon Orbital Space Station and our moon base have been monitering the activites in space lately but still haven't found out a possible way of denying him supplies via his space elavators especially with the inclusion of his allies space assests. And I'm afraid our space program is purley economical.

If isolation, embargo, and blockade is a solution than I'm all for it. I'd like to see all the boasting of how self sufficent and selfsustaining the TAP really is be put to the test. God knows they've bragged about it enough, it's time they bit their own tongue and get the sour taste of what they can get.

The Thon can commit roughly 2 million military personel to the conflict outside of the Thon Main Islands if needed. As for the navy, you'd have to talk to the Logothete of the Navy and Scott for accurate details. I'm here to determine a solution to this mess or if the Commonwealth can avoid it entirely, but I'm afraid avoiding this is impossible.

Your solution is one of the scenorios the Supreme Commander tabled the last meeting I had with him. Our Navy is not as small as others and even you are lead to believe. Being stuck in the middle of the Pacific makes our defence budget primarily navy. The naval budget far dwarves that of our other military branches. And ship building and defense has reached an all time high due to the recent spur in our economy resulting from a very large economic boom latley. If we don't harness it, it might not last as long and our navy is doing just that. Once the Thon naval forces finish getting back to the Main Islands, they will return in far greater force. What is there now is only an expiditonary force. The rest of the Commonwealth can engage TAPian shipping wherever they are near their countries and waters in the rest of the world, should they come upon them or see targets of opportunity.

We already suspect that regardless of you and your allies activities that trade with TAP is impossible, disrupted and unprofitable, alot on their own part too. We won't be like the Americans in WWI and still try to aid or even trade with them only to be sunk, hindered, siezed, strictly regulated or subject to any unrestricted or even restricited naval warfare from them. No. Trade with them has already stopped due to the situtaion, and wer'e not about to do it at the routine of using convoys, that's just ridicluas. The Americans are are just being too brash. I favor your solution and have a document authorizing an alliance with you right now with Alana.

I'm afraid though, I have to speak and appear in some public form at your capital and not just seal this from this converstation here we have in the car, and I would also prefer too talk to the other party in your government.

If you would please, set up room and board for me and my aides, then we could talk more over dinner, with whomever else you would like to invite if you wish, before I tackle these matters in front of and/or with whomever and however tommorrow morning at your capital, but rest assured, after I talk more tommorrow and on the phone back to the Supreme Commander, you can count on our navy joining yours and our support with you in this conflict.

The soviets have done nothing but help and contribute to the Thon when it emerged from the oceans' depths. Something which can't be said at all for the americans. It's high time we contributed something back."

(will make sure that you cannot do anything untoward. Our people have seen enough treachery to trust those from outside with silver silver tongues.)

OOC untoward? silver silver tongues? huh?

His polite, considerate, understanding, diplomatic, demeanor changed abruptly and he became enraged.

"What? my country sent a plane under escort to...to who do you say? agh! nevermind doesn't matter...you stupid idiots!!!! (he yelled) We were sending a diplomat to every nation involved in this conflict too see both sides of the story and find out what the hell is going on and maybe even get a ceasefire! The collateral damage already is ridiculous! You know that! And what the hell is wrong with an escort! In this mess it's a requirement, one may not only know who's who in the mess out there at times but it's a safety precaution! besides our military aircraft have better radars, early warning equipment and such than most of our nonmilitary aircraft. Isn't it the same with yours! And your the one who is having talks on military vessels full of aircraft! Aircraft carriers full of them! I have no doubt at least one of the attendees had an escort on their way there! You Hypocrites! and what treachery are you talking about? someone tell me what’s going on now! People who turn on you walk the plank? And how have I or the Commonwealth ever turned on you? we've done nothing but help, prove to me otherwise! and walking the plank?! how backward are you people? Get me to a phone immediately I demand it!"

he fumed.

"As you wish," the Secretary said, and escorted him to a nearby phone, pointed at it and shut up.

The Northern Baltic
The government barley needed to respond to the global message by The American Privateer. Independent news agencies, still filled with the spirit of nationalism, attacked The American Privateer and said that The American Privateer brought troubles upon herself when she decided to attack The Northern Baltic's most prided institution.

Off The Northern Baltic
80 Tu-160 bombers escorted by 200 Mig-1.44 fighters headed towards Leafanistan. There, the bombers and fighters would land and refuel, to await potential targets. The bombers were each armed with 6 Kh-55 cruise missiles and the fighters were armed with 6 R-77 and 4 R-73 each.

Off of TAP
Non-nuclear Scud-D missiles began firing off of rocketboats, old unmanned merchant ships anchored and used as firing platforms. Each rocketboat had from between 20 to 40 Scud-D missiles. In total, 1,500 Scud-D missiles were launched at The American Privateer's coastal defenses from a distance of 300 km.

Lunar Colony
The Northern Baltic forces began to move out in a reverse semi-circle to their destination: The American Privateer's lunar colony. Each T-55 teletank was assigned a group of two or three soldiers, who hitched rides on the back until they came closer to the lunar colony, to control it. Each group of four teletanks was assigned a manned T-62 command tank to be the leader of that group. All 75 troops were armed and wearing suits containing kevlar vests under, in preparation of fighting inside the colony.

Patriot Missiles and THAAD missiles lanced out, combined with the HELLADS and Stinger AA missiles, they where able to intercept the enemy scuds on their way in. Several areas where devastated by the blasts though, and the memorial was going to get even more dog tags to place on the wall that would go up in the capital once it was rebuilt.

As they returned the Project 337N submarines launched another salvo of SS-N-16 missiles to put more VA-111 Shkval 2 torpedoes in the water. The incoming Tu-22Ms changed their vectors slightly, and at 430km they fired their payload of missiles and turned toward Leafanistan.

The Northern Baltic fighters and bombers were being refueled as fast as possible via new Airbus refueling jets to get them onto the picket line.



The Sea Sentinel Line, once it began launching things at the fleet which was now moving past 230km to 300km from the shoreline was now being targeted. The Hyperions seemed to be focusing on protecting themselves from antiaircraft fire so the fleet switched to artillery guns to keep the Hyperions busy as the missile fire from shore batteries waned off. The electrolasers could now focus on downing the Hyperions which were now a major target.

Supermassive shells were being fired at a low trajectory toward the Sea Sentinels. They were trying to hit them side on to disrupt their platforming nature.

The USVs were another issue. Many navies had overdeveloped ships but few actually remember that the destroyer originally stood for the torpedo boat destroyer. Leafanistan's destroyers were still equipped with small deck mounted guns, and they began opening up on the small boats. But the torpedoes did their damage, and another few frigates and a cruiser, the outside of the fleet took damage.

An order was passed down from High Command the several massive antishipping cruise missiles with white phosphorous warheads took off with their obscenely large payloads and boosters. They were now targeting the Sea Sentinels. These missiles, the Khans, were designed to cripple the Superdreadnought in a single shot, against smaller ships or stationary platforms, they were absurdly effective.

OOC: The USV's are Unmanned Submersible Vehicles

The Sea Sentinels where decimated. As they sank, they sent back final telemetry showing that there where no WMD payloads on the missiles.

The Hyperions bugged out. Moving at their maximum speed, they made headway towards their home base. A full squadron went down guarding the rear.

Naval Battle Scene
The Great World Fleet had finished refueling in Greal and a third had taken its course toward the battle scene. Just having to come into the battle, the Juki SD entered with a barrage of Moskit and BrahBros missiles at the enemy ships. It was uncertain which side was winning, but having the Leocardian ships adding into Leafanistan's battle line, it was declared a out powered battle.

Destroyers assisting the battle, escorted the Juki SD as it arrived into the scene. Frigates fired fireworks for the arrival of the part of the Great World Fleet, and artillery strikes were common to the enemy forces. As a result, the battle seemed like a welcoming ceremony for the Leocardian path of total warfare and enemy destruction.

The combined Carrier Battle Groups of The American Privateer where now stranded. There was no way they could make for John Paul Jones Naval Base, not with the storm the way it was. And there was no way that the Bio-Fuel they so depended upon could reach them here. The only thing they had plenty of at the moment was people, food and ammunition. They had orders to meet near the South pole, and steamed that way, hoping to find a place where they could meet up, and if possible, stage a counter-offensive that would get them into the emergency canal where they could be assured of food and fuel.

The Pillar
Jack Ray knew the situation was hopeless. Chemicals, Raw Materials, all of these where imported. They might be able to get raw materials from their Trojan Holdings out near Jupiter, but it would only be minerals, and they had no real way to get them here with the enemy dominating space.

To him, the only option was nuclear strikes, and there was no way he was going to authorize that. A third of the citizens of The American Privateer had already died, and the military was reaching levels of casualties that would be far to long.

Their only hope was to ask for a cease fire, and hope that NOVA would go along with it.

He called up Rebeca's phone, and hoped to god she would pick up. Though it had only lasted a week at most, it was already obvious that The American Privateer was not going to win this war.

OOC: The MiGs are not atmospheric. They are full blown space fighters that are launched atop expendable Zenit Boosters along with another RATO to bring it to LEO. They are also my primary space fighter once they are up here.

Also I'm using the Earth size of Jupiter when I'm doing this stuff to explain how big all our countries are. I have far more cruisers but I want to save money on this war and retain my tactical advantage. More cruisers does mean overlapping CIWS fire, but a greater total loss against munitions that people are glad to dump at me.



OOC: There is also the issue of intercepting enemy spacecraft when they are well out of range of your missiles as I'm launching not facing you because that'd be silly.

Also you have to explain the Ghost Armor because I do have spacecraft that can see. You're also RPing my 'display screen' which could be using ultraviolet LADAR for all you know.

This post will be replaced by a response once these issues are addressed.

OOC:
My bad to the MiGs and ill get rid of earth to space I thought they were high altitude craft with just enough hight to be launching air-space missiles. my bad.

As too the cruisers . . . .yes and????? I think i'm missing the point . . . .

Ghost armor is essentially an Emcon device that temporarily shuts down all ships systems that are not vital to Human survival and also masks heat and radiation signatures. The two new contacts are Decoys that, while not the same size as the Honor, have Identical radiation, heat and radar signatures. Not Rping ur display screens either just mine. I'm not godmoding u.

"I'm happy we're getting somewhere, thankyou Colonel. I really really appreciate this honesty and what you've confided in me."

I agree with you.

What bother's me is his supply via his space elevators.
The Thon Orbital Space Station and our moon base have been monitering the activites in space lately but still haven't found out a possible way of denying him supplies via his space elavators especially with the inclusion of his allies space assests. And I'm afraid our space program is purley economical.

If isolation, embargo, and blockade is a solution than I'm all for it. I'd like to see all the boasting of how self sufficent and selfsustaining the TAP really is be put to the test. God knows they've bragged about it enough, it's time they bit their own tongue and get the sour taste of what they can get.

The Senator nodded.

"I'm all for ensuring that the Americans are forced to sign a treaty to humble themselves and put themselves on the same level as all other nations. However, as this is technically a 'Police Action' which usually means the Autonomous Colonial Authority should be in charge of this operation. Of course if the ACA is involved that definitely means imperialist ambitions."

"Those in the LNP will not be happy, well not universally happy. There are rumors Senator Kent will use this to become the speaker of the house and take my job from me."

The Thon can commit roughly 2 million military personel to the conflict outside of the Thon Main Islands if needed. As for the navy, you'd have to talk to the Logothete of the Navy and Scott for accurate details. I'm here to determine a solution to this mess or if the Commonwealth can avoid it entirely, but I'm afraid avoiding this is impossible.

Your solution is one of the scenorios the Supreme Commander tabled the last meeting I had with him. Our Navy is not as small as others and even you are lead to believe. Being stuck in the middle of the Pacific makes our defence budget primarily navy. The naval budget far dwarves that of our other military branches. And ship building and defense has reached an all time high due to the recent spur in our economy resulting from a very large economic boom latley. If we don't harness it, it might not last as long and our navy is doing just that. Once the Thon naval forces finish getting back to the Main Islands, they will return in far greater force. What is there now is only an expiditonary force. The rest of the Commonwealth can engage TAPian shipping wherever they are near their countries and waters in the rest of the world, should they come upon them or see targets of opportunity.

This was Colonel Ravenwood's expertise.

"We never meant to imply your navy was perhaps not as capable as your peers, but we didn't want to force you to commit yourselves fully. As you are a new diplomatic connection we cannot ask too much of you without being too forward."

"However if you are willing to help, we need small boats and antisubmarine forces. Their surface forces are incapable of resisting us for much longer. Especially with the Northern Baltic Navy approaching fast and the Great World Fleet of Leocardia already there. We can easily pound their shoreline to nothing and then wait."

"Civvies, no offense to my father the Senator, do not understand how war works and how much they will suffer. The last drop of oil in a nation's reserves will be burned by a tank, not by a damn civvies' car. Once we can silence resistance from the shoreline we can attack infrastructure and force a surrender."

We already suspect that regardless of you and your allies activities that trade with TAP is impossible, disrupted and unprofitable, alot on their own part too. We won't be like the Americans in WWI and still try to aid or even trade with them only to be sunk, hindered, siezed, strictly regulated or subject to any unrestricted or even restricited naval warfare from them. No. Trade with them has already stopped due to the situtaion, and wer'e not about to do it at the routine of using convoys, that's just ridicluas. The Americans are are just being too brash. I favor your solution and have a document authorizing an alliance with you right now with Alana.

I'm afraid though, I have to speak and appear in some public form at your capital and not just seal this from this converstation here we have in the car, and I would also prefer too talk to the other party in your government.

Colonel Ravenwood became nervous.

"There have been rumors among intel that the Americans aren't afraid of assassinating foreign officials. Especially in a false flag operation to discredit us. We've already seen how far they will go to get what they want. We cannot authorize you to speak to the public, but once we reach the Senate building there will be reporters who will see you. As for the other parties, while we do not know their personal ambitions, my father, the Senator, speaks for all of us united."

If you would please, set up room and board for me and my aides, then we could talk more over dinner, with whomever else you would like to invite if you wish, before I tackle these matters in front of and/or with whomever and however tommorrow morning at your capital, but rest assured, after I talk more tommorrow and on the phone back to the Supreme Commander, you can count on our navy joining yours and our support with you in this conflict.

The soviets have done nothing but help and contribute to the Thon when it emerged from the oceans' depths. Something which can't be said at all for the americans. It's high time we contributed something back."

The car reached the Senate building. A throng of reporters swarmed the doors as security pushed them aside. Heavily armed guards kept the crowd back as cameras were held aloft along with microphones. Senator Ravenwood had arranged him to speak to the Senate Committee on the police action in America.

The Senator stepped out and the flashbulbs began going. Questions were being shouted left and right, and through the doors Senator Kent stood there. He had a smug look on his face as he waved to the men getting out of the car. He had this all wrapped up. Some rhetoric here and there, a good one liner for the press, and he would be the greatest Senator ever.

In the crowd a radical pacifist moved forward with a stolen press pass. He silently walked past some guards. A guard became suspicious and started following him. The man began running, his only thought his seething hatred of Senator Kent and the ultraconservatives. Their almost stalinist rhetoric enraged him.

He smashed into the crowd of reporters and accidentally set off a small suicide vest designed to push ball bearings toward their intended target.

Colonel Ravenwood saw the crowd surge forward unnaturally. A thump blew out his eardrums and he recoiled reflexively. His aging father slowly turned toward the crowd which was now leaning forward at all the wrong angles. A single ball bearing, already covered in bone and flesh chunks rocketed forward and straight through the right lens of Senator Ravenwood's glasses. The elderly legislator fell to the ground unceremoniously to the anguished cries of his son.

And just like that the doors to the Senate building were shut, the guards quickly pushing those not injured back and the sounds of dozens of radio calls being made. Sirens were on their way, far too late for Senator Ravenwood.

OOC: The USV's are Unmanned Submersible Vehicles

The Sea Sentinels where decimated. As they sank, they sent back final telemetry showing that there where no WMD payloads on the missiles.

The Hyperions bugged out. Moving at their maximum speed, they made headway towards their home base. A full squadron went down guarding the rear.

OOC: There needs to be a distinction between USV and USV.

IC:

The submersibles did heavy damage to the frigate and destroyer picket. Antitorpedo weaponry did its job but many small ships suffered bad damage.

Khan antishipping missiles were launched toward the land based guns firing at them. Hopefully their Mach 11 terminal speed along with powerful countermeasures suite and decoy suite would distract the American defenses.

Ghost armor is essentially an Emcon device that temporarily shuts down all ships systems that are not vital to Human survival and also masks heat and radiation signatures. The two new contacts are Decoys that, while not the same size as the Honor, have Identical radiation, heat and radar signatures. Not Rping ur display screens either just mine. I'm not godmoding u.

OOC: You said there was only one cruiser in orbit, there aren't.

IC: The ships saw their RADAR displays and IR displays show confusing signatures. However, the LADAR telemetry was still the same, the beams were only reflecting off the massive ASDSS Honor while the decoys showed up as tiny dots.

The bombardment continued.

SIC:

MNS California

"Admiral Fernando, we have word coming in from Primary Admiral Franshaw."

"Send him through."

"Admiral, have you been able to reach the TAP government?"

"Not very well, I sent Division Colonel to meet with them and.."

"Yes I know, I got cut off in the middle of the meeting, and now intelligence shows that the Leocardian Grand Fleet is on route. Apparently the Northern Baltic attacked The American Privateer in response to that preemptive God Rod attack. Now we can expect all the enemies met at Greal with none of the allies. Your orders are to get out with the marines, back to international waters until we get a better hold on this situation. We cannot risk Mokan Space technology at this moment. Not to mention the public support to stop going to war is at an all time high."

"Sir, they are forming an embargo around the nation, do I have permission to engage."

"If you must sink the entire enemy fleet then by all means, heaven knows that we could use less Leocardian warships out there."

"As you wish," the Secretary said, and escorted him to a nearby phone, pointed at it and shut up."

"Ahem....thankyou Mr. Secretary."

Kentarchos Polend dialed and made a call, said a few things, probably in code, waited for a few seconds, then started to talk once he reached who he intended to call.

"Yes, this is Kentarchos Polend I desire a sit rep of The Thon Commonwealth's current intentions, afiliations, status, course of action, and stance on the TAPian/Northern Baltic war. It's an emergency and quite important, code (#######). Thankyou."

A deputy logothete of Logothete Hakan aboard the plane in Leafanistan was routed through and answered.

"Hello Kentarchos Polend, how are things there?"

"Not so good, Mr. deputy logothete. I'm to be confined, and any talks and such halted for the present and future. It seems TAP saw Thon aircraft entering one of there hostile countries airspace and with Thon escorts, so now they don't trust me and aren't very willing to pursue or do any more talking but just lock me up. Could you fill me in on what's gone, mind you my conversation is most definately being recorded."

"Understood Kentarchos Polend. As you were informed prior to your arrival, we are and have indeed sent emissaries to each nation involved in this conflict. They probally detected me and Logothete Hakan coming into Leafanistan, we kinda came in a government jumbo jet. Didn't care for discretion, we aren't hiding anything. No doubt if they learned we sent such a high government figure there they got suspicous. We sent him to show our seriousness and to get them to actually acknowledge, talk and come forward with us. Logothete Hakan has to be involved someway, it's his job, but to go to the TAP is impossible, unsafe, and any return not so certain, that's why we sent you, in fear of the navies outside the TAP finding out and interfering at least in his or someone's return back to the Commonwealth and future naval activities in the area, and we were right. An embargo and blockade is being imposed on TAP right now and will soon grow in strength, you might warn them of that if they don't already now.

Logothete Hakan recently had some security problem here that we just recieved scarce info about right before you called so I don't know about any progress were making here as of yet. But from a sit rep from one of his aides Sabrina it looks like it's going well, and we might indeed lean towards the capitalistic democracy of Leafanistan. It seems there's more than one story to this conflict and the TAP has been a little biased in their info they gave us. As for the Northern Baltic, Burlovia, and Leocardia, we seem to be getting nowhere and don't have much interests, they seem to be too radical and we just don't have close or long enough ties and understanding with them yet to get anywhere, looks like this war won't end with them till they get what they want, a ceasefire looks doubtful, but Leafanistan seems more promising. The more we get involved and are digging here, the more it looks bad for TAP, We just aren't feeling any justification and right on behalf of TAP. They have some vices that were previously unseen and they trouble us, which I guess your experiancing some yourself now is that right?"

"Yes Mr. deputy Logothete"

"Well you’re military, you can take, endure and understand what you got yourself into, your no politician. While you're there find out and do what you can, in particular for the Thon hospital ships and Commonwealth citizens that are there. Make sure they are either helping out as much as they can are treated fairly or get out of there. I'd imagine the cleanup of their city will take a very long while, they need all the help they can get, who knows when it'll be over. We are making progress into seeing that such a catastrophe doesn't happen again, but TAP's military may not be so lucky.

You have the continued already authorized permission to extend limited satelite services in regards to weather and communications and such things via the Amphibious warship helping the hospital ships there, but if the TAP gets too intrusive or something, by all means cut it and deny them what sensitive information, access, and computers and equipment that are on there. If they won't let you reach them, don't worry too much. The Kentarchos there already has such orders."

"Yes Mr. deputy Logothete, thankyou kindly sir."

"Your welcome and good luck Kentarchos."

The Kentarchos hung up the phone and looked at the Secretary.

"Well you'll understand more when you listen to the recording of the conversation I just had. The Thon Commonwealth is still neutral with you although possibly not for much longer. They have yet to establish anything, and I'm for damn sure they haven't made any declaration of war yet. Please do tell me more of what you know and are planning to do, at least with us and the hospital ships we sent you. There care and that of any stranded Commonwealth citizens here are what I'm tasked to know, care and be in charge about. I'm afraid I'll be here longer than I expected, not because of you, but because I'm sad to say there's an embargo and blockade on you now."

The Mokan Fleet set out for International waters using Growlers to jam radars and scan for enemy contacts around them. This war was uncertain, to many factors to decide what was what. Already intelligence was showing rumors of a TAP ally that was thinking of switching sides. Mokastana had far to much on the table to spend on a war that the public wasn't even sure they should be in. Instead the fleet left the TAP waters with all forces on board and a message was sent out:


TO: All parties involved in the TAP war
FROM: Generalissimo Ivan Canarias
Subject: Possible cease fire and peace talks

Given that this war is getting out of hand and appears to be at a standstill, therefore Mokastana is willing to host a peace conference to end further bloodshed. We can host them on the Mokan Colony of Zather outside of Zaheran. If this location is bad for you then you may suggest another.

TO: All parties involved in the TAP war
FROM: Generalissimo Ivan Canarias
Subject: Possible cease fire and peace talks

Given that this war is getting out of hand and appears to be at a standstill, therefore Mokastana is willing to host a peace conference to end further bloodshed. We can host them on the Mokan Colony of Zather outside of Zaheran. If this location is bad for you then you may suggest another.

Rebeca watched the news flow, and almost cried. Her people had been deliberately attacked by The Northern Baltic, and 1 billion had been killed. On top of that, no nations had come to her aid. Now, she was in exile, and her people where at the mercy of an embargo.

The phone rang, "Office of the President, how may I help you? Yes she is, hold on one second."

Turning, her assistant had a significant look, "It's Jack Ray. He wants a word with you."

Rebeca sighed, knowing that this would not be good. That was the Red Phone, and The Admiral never used that phone. "Yes Admiral, how can I help you?"

"Madam President, we need to sue for a cease fire. There is no chance for us to win this thing. On top of that, I would recommend that we remove NOVA's letter of Marque. They are going to be plaguing those bastards for years to come after this, and we can always secretly fund them through the RSB."

"No, no funding. And we have not yet been defeated. Damn it, those bastards have killed billions of innocents and tried to blame it on us by claiming that our military hid behind civilian targets. If they want a cease fire, fine, but we have not been defeated. Mokastana has suggested a peace confrence. We shall attend, and we shall do all we can to draw as much as we can from the bastards who did this too us."

She hung up as Jack was about to protest, and swung towards a camera she had set up for the purpose. She made sure that she looked every bit the injured leader, and turned the cameras on.

"I, Rebeca St. James, call for a cease fire from all parties. NOVA Corp's Letter of Marque is repealed, and we shall travel to Zaher for Mokastana's Peace talks. We shall be demanding concessions from The Northern Baltic, and we hope that her "Allies" will support us in our claims. They cost us the lives of over a billion souls. Now, they will pay. If her allies are determined to protect her from from military retribution, then we shall wring them at the table."

The Senator nodded.

"I'm all for ensuring that the Americans are forced to sign a treaty to humble themselves and put themselves on the same level as all other nations. However, as this is technically a 'Police Action' which usually means the Autonomous Colonial Authority should be in charge of this operation. Of course if the ACA is involved that definitely means imperialist ambitions."

"Those in the LNP will not be happy, well not universally happy. There are rumors Senator Kent will use this to become the speaker of the house and take my job from me."

This was Colonel Ravenwood's expertise.

"We never meant to imply your navy was perhaps not as capable as your peers, but we didn't want to force you to commit yourselves fully. As you are a new diplomatic connection we cannot ask too much of you without being too forward."

"However if you are willing to help, we need small boats and antisubmarine forces. Their surface forces are incapable of resisting us for much longer. Especially with the Northern Baltic Navy approaching fast and the Great World Fleet of Leocardia already there. We can easily pound their shoreline to nothing and then wait."
"Civvies, no offense to my father the Senator, do not understand how war works and how much they will suffer. The last drop of oil in a nation's reserves will be burned by a tank, not by a damn civvies' car. Once we can silence resistance from the shoreline we can attack infrastructure and force a surrender."



Colonel Ravenwood became nervous.

"There have been rumors among intel that the Americans aren't afraid of assassinating foreign officials. Especially in a false flag operation to discredit us. We've already seen how far they will go to get what they want. We cannot authorize you to speak to the public, but once we reach the Senate building there will be reporters who will see you. As for the other parties, while we do not know their personal ambitions, my father, the Senator, speaks for all of us united."



The car reached the Senate building. A throng of reporters swarmed the doors as security pushed them aside. Heavily armed guards kept the crowd back as cameras were held aloft along with microphones. Senator Ravenwood had arranged him to speak to the Senate Committee on the police action in America.

The Senator stepped out and the flashbulbs began going. Questions were being shouted left and right, and through the doors Senator Kent stood there. He had a smug look on his face as he waved to the men getting out of the car. He had this all wrapped up. Some rhetoric here and there, a good one liner for the press, and he would be the greatest Senator ever.

In the crowd a radical pacifist moved forward with a stolen press pass. He silently walked past some guards. A guard became suspicious and started following him. The man began running, his only thought his seething hatred of Senator Kent and the ultraconservatives. Their almost stalinist rhetoric enraged him.

He smashed into the crowd of reporters and accidentally set off a small suicide vest designed to push ball bearings toward their intended target.

Colonel Ravenwood saw the crowd surge forward unnaturally. A thump blew out his eardrums and he recoiled reflexively. His aging father slowly turned toward the crowd which was now leaning forward at all the wrong angles. A single ball bearing, already covered in bone and flesh chunks rocketed forward and straight through the right lens of Senator Ravenwood's glasses. The elderly legislator fell to the ground unceremoniously to the anguished cries of his son.

And just like that the doors to the Senate building were shut, the guards quickly pushing those not injured back and the sounds of dozens of radio calls being made. Sirens were on their way, far too late for Senator Ravenwood.



OOC: There needs to be a distinction between USV and USV.

IC:

The submersibles did heavy damage to the frigate and destroyer picket. Antitorpedo weaponry did its job but many small ships suffered bad damage.

Khan antishipping missiles were launched toward the land based guns firing at them. Hopefully their Mach 11 terminal speed along with powerful countermeasures suite and decoy suite would distract the American defenses.



OOC: You said there was only one cruiser in orbit, there aren't.

IC: The ships saw their RADAR displays and IR displays show confusing signatures. However, the LADAR telemetry was still the same, the beams were only reflecting off the massive ASDSS Honor while the decoys showed up as tiny dots.

The bombardment continued.

OOC: fair enough. as to the cruiser i meant the one setting up for the coil shot. I thought it was the other side of the planet.
In space
On hearing the call for a cease fire the ASDSS Honor and her small crafted ceased offence attacks leaving only countermissile and CWIS Systems Up and ran for the protection offerd by the Ageis. At the same time The Apollo ceased fire on Leocardien Missile emplacements as its detached squadron of Sparrows ran back towards stations as well covering, trying to cover themselves with countermissiles and hoping the salvos would let up before the squad was in serious trouble.

The Senator nodded.

"I'm all for ensuring that the Americans are forced to sign a treaty to humble themselves and put themselves on the same level as all other nations. However, as this is technically a 'Police Action' which usually means the Autonomous Colonial Authority should be in charge of this operation. Of course if the ACA is involved that definitely means imperialist ambitions."

"Those in the LNP will not be happy, well not universally happy. There are rumors Senator Kent will use this to become the speaker of the house and take my job from me."



This was Colonel Ravenwood's expertise.

"We never meant to imply your navy was perhaps not as capable as your peers, but we didn't want to force you to commit yourselves fully. As you are a new diplomatic connection we cannot ask too much of you without being too forward."

"However if you are willing to help, we need small boats and antisubmarine forces. Their surface forces are incapable of resisting us for much longer. Especially with the Northern Baltic Navy approaching fast and the Great World Fleet of Leocardia already there. We can easily pound their shoreline to nothing and then wait."

"Civvies, no offense to my father the Senator, do not understand how war works and how much they will suffer. The last drop of oil in a nation's reserves will be burned by a tank, not by a damn civvies' car. Once we can silence resistance from the shoreline we can attack infrastructure and force a surrender."



Colonel Ravenwood became nervous.

"There have been rumors among intel that the Americans aren't afraid of assassinating foreign officials. Especially in a false flag operation to discredit us. We've already seen how far they will go to get what they want. We cannot authorize you to speak to the public, but once we reach the Senate building there will be reporters who will see you. As for the other parties, while we do not know their personal ambitions, my father, the Senator, speaks for all of us united."



The car reached the Senate building. A throng of reporters swarmed the doors as security pushed them aside. Heavily armed guards kept the crowd back as cameras were held aloft along with microphones. Senator Ravenwood had arranged him to speak to the Senate Committee on the police action in America.

The Senator stepped out and the flashbulbs began going. Questions were being shouted left and right, and through the doors Senator Kent stood there. He had a smug look on his face as he waved to the men getting out of the car. He had this all wrapped up. Some rhetoric here and there, a good one liner for the press, and he would be the greatest Senator ever.

In the crowd a radical pacifist moved forward with a stolen press pass. He silently walked past some guards. A guard became suspicious and started following him. The man began running, his only thought his seething hatred of Senator Kent and the ultraconservatives. Their almost stalinist rhetoric enraged him.

He smashed into the crowd of reporters and accidentally set off a small suicide vest designed to push ball bearings toward their intended target.

Colonel Ravenwood saw the crowd surge forward unnaturally. A thump blew out his eardrums and he recoiled reflexively. His aging father slowly turned toward the crowd which was now leaning forward at all the wrong angles. A single ball bearing, already covered in bone and flesh chunks rocketed forward and straight through the right lens of Senator Ravenwood's glasses. The elderly legislator fell to the ground unceremoniously to the anguished cries of his son.

And just like that the doors to the Senate building were shut, the guards quickly pushing those not injured back and the sounds of dozens of radio calls being made. Sirens were on their way, far too late for Senator Ravenwood.



OOC: There needs to be a distinction between USV and USV.

IC:

The submersibles did heavy damage to the frigate and destroyer picket. Antitorpedo weaponry did its job but many small ships suffered bad damage.

Khan antishipping missiles were launched toward the land based guns firing at them. Hopefully their Mach 11 terminal speed along with powerful countermeasures suite and decoy suite would distract the American defenses.



OOC: You said there was only one cruiser in orbit, there aren't.

IC: The ships saw their RADAR displays and IR displays show confusing signatures. However, the LADAR telemetry was still the same, the beams were only reflecting off the massive ASDSS Honor while the decoys showed up as tiny dots.

The bombardment continued.

The explosion occurred just as Logothete Hakan had emerged from the vehicle and his aid Sabrina was just exiting the vehicle behind him. Sabrina immediatly knelt down to attend the senator once he fell.

"He's dead Mr. Logothete"

"Damn it." he complained. "Get back in the vehicle I don't want you hurt either."

And at that he immediately turned around to protect Sabrina oddly enough other than her trying to protect him as was her duty. He shoved her further inside the vehicle and got in himself before it sped away, he tried to grab the colonel inside for protection because he didn't know what was going on, but he didn't succeed. He must of been in shock and wouldn't leave with whatever happened to his father. The vehicle sped away leaving the colonel and senator behind.

Alana immediately began searching the Logothete. "Alana!? What are you doing?!"

"Checking you sir" you have a blood on you."
"what...huh?" he checks himself.
"It's not my blood." "your right sir, got lucky"
"I'd disagree, this is off to a bad start we were making so much progress, and now."

"No matter, we shalln't let this dissuade or hinder us here. Alana whenever this thing stops you still go towards working on setting up an embassy here if we should at all and such, maybe not in a location of the capital due what happened or maybe even still so.

Sabrina, call the plane, tell them what happened, and find out what the hell happened and fill me in later. I'll get someone to get me to talk to someone so we can ally or not, stop the TAP together and finish up here. Oh, and Alana while you're out and about after this, get an idea on whether or not we're committing ourselves to an entirely political stable country or not so I can effectively talk to the right people to make this work, cause I think our best bet just died in front of us just now.":headbang:

"Yes sir."

"Dammit" he exclaimed.

The explosion occurred just as Logothete Hakan had emerged from the vehicle and his aid Sabrina was just exiting the vehicle behind him. Sabrina immediatly knelt down to attend the senator once he fell.

"He's dead Mr. Logothete"

"Damn it." he complained. "Get back in the vehicle I don't want you hurt either."

And at that he immediately turned around to protect Sabrina oddly enough other than her trying to protect him as was her duty. He shoved her further inside the vehicle and got in himself before it sped away, he tried to grab the colonel inside for protection because he didn't know what was going on, but he didn't succeed. He must of been in shock and wouldn't leave with whatever happened to his father. The vehicle sped away leaving the colonel and senator behind.

Alana immediately began searching the Logothete. "Alana!? What are you doing?!"

"Checking you sir" you have a blood on you."
"what...huh?" he checks himself.
"It's not my blood." "your right sir, got lucky"
"I'd disagree, this is off to a bad start we were making so much progress, and now."

"No matter, we shalln't let this dissuade or hinder us here. Alana whenever this thing stops you still go towards working on setting up an embassy here if we should at all and such, maybe not in a location of the capital due what happened or maybe even still so.

Sabrina, call the plane, tell them what happened, and find out what the hell happened and fill me in later. I'll get someone to get me to talk to someone so we can ally or not, stop the TAP together and finish up here. Oh, and Alana while you're out and about after this, get an idea on whether or not we're committing ourselves to an entirely political stable country or not so I can effectively talk to the right people to make this work, cause I think our best bet just died in front of us just now."

"Yes sir."

"Dammit" he exclaimed.

The convoy roared down the streets of Concord. Police Motorcycles quickly began joining on the sides to make a cocoon of blue and red sirens. An Elite Republican Guard in the passenger seat lowered the divider window.

He was holding an KF15 Carbine, and pointing it at every car that drove past them in the opposite lane.

"Sir? Are you alright?"

The radio on his chest croaked.

"EMT there, Speaker's dead, Kent is being taken to Concord Memorial."

The guard pushed down the transmit button.

"Roger that, are we to get the dignitary out of here?"

"Yes but we cannot secure the road to the airport, exit 33 is crammed with traffic. Take him to exit 29 and pull into Memorial Square. We'll pick him up there."

The guard picked the rifle back up and held it forward.

"We're terribly sorry. There hasn't been a terrorist attack like this in a decade. And at the moment my superiors are suspecting a foreign influence to this. Too many victories means they want to secure a revenge victory on this scale."

The driver of the police cars in front of them pushed down the horn to clear traffic out of the way. The limo began rumbling as it pulled into the emergency lane to get past slower cars. A Ka-52 Attack Helicopter came down at low altitude and began following the car as protection.

As the car pulled into Memorial Square the police had cordoned off a wide area. There were dozens of people on the ground. The government was in panic mode. Someone had assassinated a Senator just as he was getting to a building with a foreign dignitary. It was wartime and the dignitary's colleagues had been arrested in a foreign land. Many immediately suspected some sort of vengeance attack. That is why the Logothete had to be extracted from the country now.

Special Forces operators dressed all in black and with heavy battlesuits extracted the Logothete from the car as a Mil Mi-17 came down. Colonel Ravenwood, still covered in the blood of his father took the Logothete and his advisers up into the helicopter.

"Logothete! We're getting you back to the airport and getting you the world's largest escort. My father, this whole situation is completely fucked up. As we cannot guarantee your security we do not feel safe keeping you in country."

The helicopter took off as the police watched the area. Another group of identical Mi-17s merged with theirs to form a shield and to confuse a potential attacker with a MANPADS system. Attack helicopters above, below and around keep the Logothete in the center of a hornet's nest of security.

The Logothete called the SF captain back at his plane.

"Hello captain, things have turned to quite a ruckus here. I'm coming back and we're to head back to the Thon. A Colonel named Ravenwood knows our intent here and what were trying to accomplish, plus I'm having Alana and Sabrina remain behind to wrap things up, so this trip isn't going to be as bad as it was short.

"I want you to send all nearby fighters you can to the edge of Leafanistan airspace to escort us back to the Thon Main Islands. Maybe I can work out a deal to make it look like we don't trust Leafanistan and are angered by what happened and have some mistrust of them and show it by our fighters being alerted and rushing to my plane to escort it back. If the TAP and its allies see this, they may not do anything they might of planned in hopes we both will do it for them, you know like they believe were angry with Leafanistan and start sending fighters to them, that can look pretty bad. Of course none of this is true, we trust them completely, I doubt they would kill there best and most powerful senator who is the speaker here. Start with that and prepping the plane right away, while I see if we can do that with the Colonel here real quick."

"Yes Mr. Logothete."

Hakan then spoke on a radio to Colonel Ravenwood.

"Colonel, do you mind if we send some Commonwealth fighters to escort us back upon nearing your coastline? Maybe even coordinate a show off so to speak of to throw off any nearby TAP and allied forces in the area? It can be our first joint exercise so to speak, albeit a weird one. Plus once we get to the end of your airspace I'd imagine you need what aircraft you have to patrol and defend Leafanistan due to the recent TAP carrier attacks. We can get back safely from there, no need to waste fuel and military resources on your part. Or we can go ahead with a joint escort back if you wish. My Air force attache on board my plane can fill you in and give you more details. It's your airspace, your military, your country, therefore your call Colonel."

Colonel Ravenwood was shouting over the drone of all the helicopters.

"I never said you are leaving our sovereignty and protection. You want a talk, you are getting it. We've arranged a meeting with one of the Triumvirate Council Members in a colony of ours. One very far from here and in a very high security area. In fact put this on."

Colonel Ravenwood threw a Leafanistani Air Force uniform to the Logothete. He gave out the remaining ones he had to the aides.

"We're going to get onto Legacy 600 business jet that is owned by the Air Force. Meanwhile we'll make a ruckus around your jet until we get you to Higgs Coast. Our jet is made for foreign dignitaries so it has all the features of home, including 2 bedrooms for our guests. We'll have a limited escort but overall we look like a regular group of high ranking Air Force officials being shuttled around by the intel group."

The helicopter was coming down fast toward the runway ahead. Colonel Ravenwood leaned back in his seat and smirked.

"Hold on."

The helicopter jerked backwards letting the blades wash over the ground below. As the helicopter began landing Colonel Ravenwood had undone his seat belt and pulled off his uniform. He folded it neatly and put on the Air Force one provided for him.

There was a gray painted Legacy 600 on the ground with a regular guard contingent. Its engines were spun up and it was facing down a dedicated runway.

The Northern Baltic
As the enemy fleet closed in, sirens in Northern Baltic airbases around the country went off. 36 Tu-160's armed with 6 Kh-55 missiles each and 500 Tu-95's armed with 8 Kh-55's each were scrambled, along with Mig-1.44 fighters armed with a mix of anti-air missiles to escort the bombers. The bombers fired their missiles on The American Privateer's ships and returned to their bases, while the fighters lingered above the Northern Baltic coast to assure enemy fighters didn't attempt to violate Northern Baltic airspace.

Peace Conference
Two men: One representative from Shujun (region in The Northern Baltic) were ready to begin talks.

The Moon
The Northern Baltic forces now stood within view, via binoculars, of the American's lunar colony. They continued to advance, but now slower as the teletank crews walked behind the tanks, using them as cover, as they controlled them. Once in front of the lunar colony, they would begin attempting to gain entry, preferably by negotiating, but would use power tools or even firepower to do so, if needed.

The Burlovian fleet that had operated in Greal now had refueled, repaired and resupplied to continue missions. It left the ports and started its long journey to TAP to support allied fleets there. They accelerated to maximum speed, and for speed issues submarines had to stay on ports. A total of 900 destroyers, 200 missile cruisers and 20 aircraft carriers were sent.

To: Mokastana

We shall send our Minister of Foreign Affairs and a military advisor to Mokastana. We hope they´ll come back alive and well...

Peace Conference
Two men: One representative from Shujun (region in The Northern Baltic) were ready to begin talks.

A Leafanistani Representative is on his way from the Transmetropolitan Special Administrative District. Specifically he is from Angel Hills, which is Senator Kent's constituency. He will be taking a Legacy 600 with a private security force.

The Moon
The Northern Baltic forces now stood within view, via binoculars, of the American's lunar colony. They continued to advance, but now slower as the teletank crews walked behind the tanks, using them as cover, as they controlled them. Once in front of the lunar colony, they would begin attempting to gain entry, preferably by negotiating, but would use power tools or even firepower to do so, if needed.

The fish skeleton barges were approaching and beginning to feel the minor pull of the moon. The computers did minor course corrections as they moved to vector themselves into a stable orbit over the Sea of Serenity.

The City of Mammoth, Zather Colony, Mokastana
Peace Conference

The jungle Island of Zather was still a young colony of Mokastana, having been colonized only a year ago. However the cities were packed with modern convinces and technology. Being the main island/trade center between the Continent of Nova and Mokastana it had a strong culture influenced by the likes of Zaheran, Greal, Alfegos, RevTerr and Belkaros to name a few. The shipping lanes were constantly packed and the City of Mammoth was one of the main ports between the colony and the local nations. However today the events occurring were not trade, but hopefully a peaceful discussion. At the airport Mokan Jaguar Elites stood guard as planes began bringing in delegates from the nations involved in the war with The American Privateer. So far delegates from Burlovia, The Northern Baltic, Leafanistan and TAP were coming. It was time to get things started. Once all the delegates had arrived and were brought via limo the Island Governor's second home for the talks. Inside waiting was Leon Barracuda, a younger man around 30 standing at 5'11" with a dark complexion and a light Grey suit.

"Welcome to my home," he said to each delegate as they arrived, "We will be having the talks in my dinning room, if you would please take a seat my staff will be willing to make you nearly anything you wish. If the talks take longer then planned then we can organize hotel reservations for you."

To: Mokastana

We shall send our Minister of Foreign Affairs and a military advisor to Mokastana. We hope they´ll come back alive and well...

To: Burlovia

We do not believe in killing at peace conferences. Your people will be safe.

The City of Mammoth
Xin Chen and Evig Mannvitsbrekka walked out of their VIP transport plane. The engines were still cooling down as they both inhaled a thick breath of the humid, polluted jungle air. Xin began coughing as the air was much dirtier then it was back in Shujun and The Northern Baltic. Putting wet rags over their mouthes, they continued down the exit ramp to the rented limo and then proceeded to drive to the location the peace conference was being held at.

The City of Mammoth, Zather Colony, Mokastana
Peace Conference

The jungle Island of Zather was still a young colony of Mokastana, having been colonized only a year ago. However the cities were packed with modern convinces and technology. Being the main island/trade center between the Continent of Nova and Mokastana it had a strong culture influenced by the likes of Zaheran, Greal, Alfegos, RevTerr and Belkaros to name a few. The shipping lanes were constantly packed and the City of Mammoth was one of the main ports between the colony and the local nations. However today the events occurring were not trade, but hopefully a peaceful discussion. At the airport Mokan Jaguar Elites stood guard as planes began bringing in delegates from the nations involved in the war with The American Privateer. So far delegates from Burlovia, The Northern Baltic, Leafanistan and TAP were coming. It was time to get things started. Once all the delegates had arrived and were brought via limo the Island Governor's second home for the talks. Inside waiting was Leon Barracuda, a younger man around 30 standing at 5'11" with a dark complexion and a light Grey suit.

"Welcome to my home," he said to each delegate as they arrived, "We will be having the talks in my dinning room, if you would please take a seat my staff will be willing to make you nearly anything you wish. If the talks take longer then planned then we can organize hotel reservations for you."



To: Burlovia

We do not believe in killing at peace conferences. Your people will be safe.

Message to All Nations involved
The ASD is here only to aide the Nation of TAP. We will agree to any Ceasefire agreement they might make and as such will not be sending a delegate at this time.

The Helo made it's way to the Roosevelt, where a greyhound was waiting to take them the rest of the way to the capital of Lord Sumguy.

As the Greyhound roared off the flight deck, Rebeca felt ill. She loved air travel most of the time, but with her body in the state it was in, it did not suit her.

Near the airspace of Lord Sumguy, the prop plane requested and was granted permission to enter the airspace, and made it's way to the capital. Chester and Rebeca where the first ones off, followed by Damien and Lilah, who had their own son, and the President's daughter with them. Special Security Service personnel made their way down next, forming a barrier around the wounded president.

To quote Admiral Hawk, she looked like she had had a city dropped on top of her.

OOC: sorry im so late, forgot about this thread. Should I still post, or would that be superflous due to the President attending peace talks?

FROM: Leon Barracuda
TO: TAP

Will you be sending a delegate to the peace conference in Zather?

thank you

The minister and his advisor arrived with a large government plane. A red symbol of Burlovian flag indicated its nationality. It was a rare treat for even a minister to use an aeroplane, but the plane was luxury class even with western standards: sofas, fridges, a large bath room with jacuzzis and even a gaming room with a casino. One could actually permantently live there. This was thanks to the large administration budget, government wanted to give a good impression to any possible foreign guests in the plane. The minister left the plane relaxed and headed for the limo. He was used to jet lag and tropic climate because of his profession, but the military advisor was tired and seemingly suffered from the heat. During North-Burlovian summers the temperature rose to 20 celsius at most. The assistant had only once visited South-Burlovian plains where summers are dry and hot, but that was in winter.

"Welcome to my home," he said to each delegate as they arrived, "We will be having the talks in my dinning room, if you would please take a seat my staff will be willing to make you nearly anything you wish. If the talks take longer then planned then we can organize hotel reservations for you."


"Thank you, we are eager to taste the local foods. If it doesn´t cause any trouble, I hope my assistant here may get a bottle of water," minister replied with fluent English. The assistant looked like he could pass out any moment.

Colonel Ravenwood was shouting over the drone of all the helicopters.

"I never said you are leaving our sovereignty and protection. You want a talk, you are getting it. We've arranged a meeting with one of the Triumvirate Council Members in a colony of ours. One very far from here and in a very high security area. In fact put this on."

Colonel Ravenwood threw a Leafanistani Air Force uniform to the Logothete. He gave out the remaining ones he had to the aides.

"We're going to get onto Legacy 600 business jet that is owned by the Air Force. Meanwhile we'll make a ruckus around your jet until we get you to Higgs Coast. Our jet is made for foreign dignitaries so it has all the features of home, including 2 bedrooms for our guests. We'll have a limited escort but overall we look like a regular group of high ranking Air Force officials being shuttled around by the intel group."

The helicopter was coming down fast toward the runway ahead. Colonel Ravenwood leaned back in his seat and smirked.

"Hold on."

The helicopter jerked backwards letting the blades wash over the ground below. As the helicopter began landing Colonel Ravenwood had undone his seat belt and pulled off his uniform. He folded it neatly and put on the Air Force one provided for him.

There was a gray painted Legacy 600 on the ground with a regular guard contingent. Its engines were spun up and it was facing down a dedicated runway.

Hakan and the aides quickly got on the plane.

"Ok, thankyou but we never don uniforms other than that of our Commonwealth and even then, only from the representative district we hail from. Plus we're civilians and wont do such, but thankyou. If there's enough need because of insecurity and we can't remain as we are with the IDs and status that we are, at least in appearance, then things have gotten even worse. And I don't intend to appear in front of them in one your uniforms." He laughs. "We have no need to hide, and if the plane is really indeed made for foreign dignitaries like you said,then there's no need for uniforms for us, Colonel."

Once on the plane, Sabrina called back to the Thon plane and its people, and the three started to relax, have a meal, talk about what happened, and prep for to meet further Leafanistan senators and such.

back at the Logothetes airplane the SF captain made a call.

"Yes I recommend the mercs are hired to come back to the theater if their not doing anything, and send them near proximity to us now. Just in any event we might need their services and not want the Commonwealth flag represented. I'm not sure about everything here or of what is here, but communication is still good and we know where were going and doing. I'm sure the Supreme Commander will agree, and as usual fund them through his holdings, not through government expenditure to remain low key and careful. It's indeed crazy here, and I just hate having what limited things I have here, the more options the better. Thankyou."

Island Governor's Mansion, Zather


"Yes, get this man a bottle of water. Quickly"

Two assistance came to help the man who looked like he was not used to jungle weather, luckily the house was air conditioned and the air was no where near as humid. So far the Burlovian delegates had arrived, they were the first. The men were sat down at the long oak table, where menus were laid out along with plates glasses and sliver wear.

"Would you like anything to drink sir?"

On of the servants asked, on the menu many items were listened, from traditional Mokan dishes such as pork and steak to Zatherian dishes such as fried (insert radnom bird name here) and blackened fish.


Another state owned limo pulled up where to men with wet clothes over their mouths were seen getting out. Must be The Northern Baltic delegates, Leon thought to himself. He went out to greet them.


"Hello, I am Mr. Barracuda, welcome to Zather, please come in, we are waiting on the TAP delegates but you can order something to eat before they get here if you wish."

Mokastana
The Northern Baltic delegation arrived. Xin Chen was the first to exit the limo; her long slender body seemed almost to grow out of the car, until the soft landing of one of their high heeled shoes seemed to announce that evolution had finished and the perfect human had been created. As Evig Mannvitsbrekka exitied the car, thunder erupted in the sky. As his dress shoes impacted with the ground. Rain, as if falling because Evig wished it to, poured from the sky. He smiled as he looked up and saw the flashes of lightning. They reminded him of Thor. They both proceeded towards the entrance of the peace conference. Xin's long red dress flowed behind her and Evig's overcoat seemed to make him appear even bigger then he was. They both proceeded to the peace conference, but not before Evig checked his sidearm, a PP-2000 submachine gun, at the door. They both sat down next to the Burlovian delegation, with Xin being immediately next to the Burlovian delegation and Evig being next to Xin.

The President herself flew towards the peace conference. There where rumors that the TAP'ian govt killed foreign leaders in "False Flag Operations", and she felt that her presence there might help to play down those rumors.

The Plane landed at the same time that Air Force One set down with Jack Ray, Lilah Archer, and Secretary of State Samuel Franklin. The two parties made their way to the meeting location as a team. They where here to represent their people, and hopefully, they wouldn't come out any worse than they where now.

Island Governor's Mansion, Zather


"Yes, get this man a bottle of water. Quickly"

Two assistance came to help the man who looked like he was not used to jungle weather, luckily the house was air conditioned and the air was no where near as humid. So far the Burlovian delegates had arrived, they were the first. The men were sat down at the long oak table, where menus were laid out along with plates glasses and sliver wear.

"Would you like anything to drink sir?"

On of the servants asked, on the menu many items were listened, from traditional Mokan dishes such as pork and steak to Zatherian dishes such as fried (insert radnom bird name here) and blackened fish.


Another state owned limo pulled up where to men with wet clothes over their mouths were seen getting out. Must be The Northern Baltic delegates, Leon thought to himself. He went out to greet them.


"Hello, I am Mr. Barracuda, welcome to Zather, please come in, we are waiting on the TAP delegates but you can order something to eat before they get here if you wish."

When the advisor got the cold bottle of water and got inside the house, he started to quickly feel a lot better and thanked the waitors/waitresses. Meanwhile the minister studied the menu and he smiled when he got to the fish menus. He liked fish very much, and he was keen on having some. The advisor viewed the salads menu, and the minister whispered to him quietly: "You should consider eating only cooked foods, the local bacterians are very different from the ones home. You may develop a nasty disease from the most basic local bacterians on the water supply, even from clean water." The advisor turned page to soups menu. He was glad the minister wasn´t one of those old, corrupted and abrupt officials the government was full of. The minister was young, only about 30 years old, and a member of the more liberal wing of the communist party.

Then the Northern Baltic delegates entered the room. The minister almost jumped off his chair when he went to greet them, shaking hands and introducing himself.

"Nice to meet you, my name is Ivan Jalkovo, and my advisor here is Vladimir Kurinots. I think this is the first face to face contact between the administrations of our countries."

The President herself flew towards the peace conference. There where rumors that the TAP'ian govt killed foreign leaders in "False Flag Operations", and she felt that her presence there might help to play down those rumors.

The Plane landed at the same time that Air Force One set down with Jack Ray, Lilah Archer, and Secretary of State Samuel Franklin. The two parties made their way to the meeting location as a team. They where here to represent their people, and hopefully, they wouldn't come out any worse than they where now.

When the Security forces saw the president their first thought was, oh my god, did a city fall on her? but luckily their stone faces did not give any of that away. Once Air Force One had landed they had prepared the limo and bring the president to the peace conference as the main guest. Since it was her country that was invaded she got additional security on the way to the Governor's mansion.

Inside Mr. Barricuda excused himself and went outside to greet the President as she arrived.

Meanwhile at the airport another plane was landing, this was the plane holding the Mokan Foreign minister, Charles Villa, brother to the former president Nicolas Villa. As soon as he touched down he was escorted to the private limo and followed behind the limo holding the TAP president.

Whereas the fate of The Longinean Order is inextricably linked to that of The American privateer, and through our choice to inhabit the nation, our fate is tied to her own

And Whereas the Holy Order of Saint Longinus suffered from the dire assaults by The Northern Baltic upon the city of New Tortuga

Let it be known, that the Holy Order of the Knights of Saint Longinus shall be represented by their Grand Master, Juan Diego de Guadelupe, Archbishop of Port San Lucas, Vicar of Peter and Longinus, Patriarch and Holy Father of The Catholic Church in The American Privateer in Full Communion with The Valtican City and Pope Aquintas

An MD-95 airliner took off from Port San Lucas, The American Privateer. Inside, was the Grand Master, Seneschal, and a Full Honor Guard of 80 Knights. Designated Guardian One for the purpose of the flight, the various dignitaries and attendants required to care for the knights, their gear, and the papal regalia, watched in amusement as the TAP'ian flight attendants tried not to stare at the Grand Master.

The plane eventually landed in Zaher, and the Grand Master, stepping down, kissed the Tarmac for the last time, as he was no longer the Supreme Pontiff of a Catholic Church starting tomorrow. Standing back up, he brushed bits of asphalt of of his regalia, and ceremonially placed the Papal Sword into it's holster on his back.

Mr. Barricuda welcomed each guest into the mansion as they appeared, and soon enough sat everyone down at his dinner table. Charles Villa took the head seat, as it was his idea to have the peace talks, allowing the TAP president to sit at his right, with the delegates from The Northern Baltic and Burlovia on the other side. While the arrival of Grand Master Juan Diego was not expected, his arrival was taken care of. As for his gaurd, they would be stationed with the Jaguar Elites around the mansion. Inside each delegate was allowed only two security guards, to be in a separate room with a TV and other equipment along with a table for food if they wished. For safety each alliance was kept in separate rooms, both monitored closley by the Governer's security.

"Welcome everyone," Charles began, "We all know why were are here, so why don't we skip the pleasantries and cut to the chase. Shall we?"

Mr. Barricuda welcomed each guest into the mansion as they appeared, and soon enough sat everyone down at his dinner table. Charles Villa took the head seat, as it was his idea to have the peace talks, allowing the TAP president to sit at his right, with the delegates from The Northern Baltic and Burlovia on the other side. While the arrival of Grand Master Juan Diego was not expected, his arrival was taken care of. As for his gaurd, they would be stationed with the Jaguar Elites around the mansion. Inside each delegate was allowed only two security guards, to be in a separate room with a TV and other equipment along with a table for food if they wished. For safety each alliance was kept in separate rooms, both monitored closley by the Governer's security.

"Welcome everyone," Charles began, "We all know why were are here, so why don't we skip the pleasantries and cut to the chase. Shall we?"

Juan Diego took a seat next to Rebeca, and his Seneschal took up position next to Jack Ray. Juan Diego smiled sympathetically at Rebeca, he knew that his order should have done more, but as they had stated, they where not going to do anything unless there was an actual invasion. The Longinean Order had almost no seapower, and could not help fight a naval war.

"We feel that while The American Privateer may have been responsible for starting this war, the actions of The Northern Baltic are so far beyond the pale, deliberately assaulting a space station of the civilian government in such a way that it would come down on the heads of the citizenry of The American Privateer. Contrary to the statements of those accursed socialists, no offense Mr. Barricuda, the only one that was a military installation was Hades, and that one was so obviously military in nature that it's purpose should have been obvious. But the other two that where targeted, there where markings on them showing them to be non-military installations. As such, we believe that The Northern Baltic should be forced to assist in the re-building of New Tortuga, and that they should be forced to dismantle their ASat systems."

Mr. Barricuda welcomed each guest into the mansion as they appeared, and soon enough sat everyone down at his dinner table. Charles Villa took the head seat, as it was his idea to have the peace talks, allowing the TAP president to sit at his right, with the delegates from The Northern Baltic and Burlovia on the other side. While the arrival of Grand Master Juan Diego was not expected, his arrival was taken care of. As for his gaurd, they would be stationed with the Jaguar Elites around the mansion. Inside each delegate was allowed only two security guards, to be in a separate room with a TV and other equipment along with a table for food if they wished. For safety each alliance was kept in separate rooms, both monitored closley by the Governer's security.

"Welcome everyone," Charles began, "We all know why were are here, so why don't we skip the pleasantries and cut to the chase. Shall we?"

"Thank you Governor," Rebeca murmured as she was wheeled into place. She smiled warily at him.

Juan Diego took a seat next to Rebeca, and his Seneschal took up position next to Jack Ray. Juan Diego smiled sympathetically at Rebeca, he knew that his order should have done more, but as they had stated, they where not going to do anything unless there was an actual invasion. The Longinean Order had almost no seapower, and could not help fight a naval war.

"We feel that while The American Privateer may have been responsible for starting this war, the actions of The Northern Baltic are so far beyond the pale, deliberately assaulting a space station of the civilian government in such a way that it would come down on the heads of the citizenry of The American Privateer. Contrary to the statements of those accursed socialists, no offense Mr. Barricuda, the only one that was a military installation was Hades, and that one was so obviously military in nature that it's purpose should have been obvious. But the other two that where targeted, there where markings on them showing them to be non-military installations. As such, we believe that The Northern Baltic should be forced to assist in the re-building of New Tortuga, and that they should be forced to dismantle their ASat systems."

Looking back at the grand master, she gave him an icy smile. She understood that he couldn't do anything until they where invaded, but his failing to even declare war on their common enemies was disheartening to her, and made the order look bad in her eyes.

Jack Ray was downright annoyed by what he had seen as their arrogance. the nerve of the Order, not even calling out their enemies...

Rebeca nodded as the Grand Master went along, until he got to the point about starting the war. She waited for him to finish before she spoke up, "Now wait just one minuet. We did not start that war. Leocardia did, the moment they brought The Northern Baltic in to try and assist them in taking over Greal. And what thanks do we get from them? Abandonment. Other than that, we agree wholeheartedly about the reparations."

Rebeca nodded as the Grand Master went along, until he got to the point about starting the war. She waited for him to finish before she spoke up, "Now wait just one minuet. We did not start that war. Leocardia did, the moment they brought The Northern Baltic in to try and assist them in taking over Greal. And what thanks do we get from them? Abandonment. Other than that, we agree wholeheartedly about the reparations."

The Leafanistani Representative intervened. He was an aging war veteran with an eyepatch. His voice was husky and low.

"The Northern Baltic has been a long time ally of Leocardia, it is of no surprise there were Baltic ships in Leocardian waters. However this type of preemptive strike goes beyond anything else. There are rules to war. There are things we obey voluntarily as soldiers. We don't shoot prisoners. We don't drop food packages laced with anthrax. We don't assassinate political figures with suicide vests."

The last line was laced with venom, and a fine cloud of spit came out of his mouth.

"Now the downing of civilian space elevators was bad, but expected in the chaos of the war in space, which is still ongoing. You started a war when you attacked an ally performing an entirely legal act. From what I can tell, losers don't get to whine."

Space

The Fish skeletons had arrived and they got their rally points. And silently 340 capsules detached from the barges and moved toward the Moon. Each one contained one cosmonaut as they descended to the Sea of Serenity. They were to rendezvous with Northern Baltic forces already on the ground.

The Leafanistani Representative intervened. He was an aging war veteran with an eyepatch. His voice was husky and low.

"The Northern Baltic has been a long time ally of Leocardia, it is of no surprise there were Baltic ships in Leocardian waters. However this type of preemptive strike goes beyond anything else. There are rules to war. There are things we obey voluntarily as soldiers. We don't shoot prisoners. We don't drop food packages laced with anthrax. We don't assassinate political figures with suicide vests."

The last line was laced with venom, and a fine cloud of spit came out of his mouth.

"Now the downing of civilian space elevators was bad, but expected in the chaos of the war in space, which is still ongoing. You started a war when you attacked an ally performing an entirely legal act. From what I can tell, losers don't get to whine."

Space

The Fish skeletons had arrived and they got their rally points. And silently 340 capsules detached from the barges and moved toward the Moon. Each one contained one cosmonaut as they descended to the Sea of Serenity. They were to rendezvous with Northern Baltic forces already on the ground.

"Assasinate political... Are you talking about that Senator that was killed by a terrorist in your nation? Judging by the weasel who will take his place, why the hell would we want to kill him? Also, what evidence do you have for that? You are making accusations when we had no knowledge of the act until after it occured." Jack Ray was pissed, the whining comment had hit a nerve.

Rebeca put a hand on her Secretary of the Navy's arm, calming him down. "While the act may have been 'Legal,' so was our assault. They where coming into this war against our forces, and those of our ally's. We have shown this to the world time and again. And yet we are still scoffed at."

"Assasinate political... Are you talking about that Senator that was killed by a terrorist in your nation? Judging by the weasel who will take his place, why the hell would we want to kill him? Also, what evidence do you have for that? You are making accusations when we had no knowledge of the act until after it occured." Jack Ray was pissed, the whining comment had hit a nerve.

Rebeca put a hand on her Secretary of the Navy's arm, calming him down. "While the act may have been 'Legal,' so was our assault. They where coming into this war against our forces, and those of our ally's. We have shown this to the world time and again. And yet we are still scoffed at."

"If you want to talk after the fact accusations then lets talk about it."

He leaned back into his chair and stared at the American delegation. The delegate reached across the table and gripped a bottle of mahogany liquor.

"Where is this proof that Northern Baltic was going to attack Greal huh? From what I can see from the satellite photos and after reports that we got from the press, our own intelligence, and the Northern Baltic, his fleet was steaming in the general direction of Leocardia yes. But his ships had yet to leave his waters, and were also steaming in the direction of the many small islands that dot the coastline of the Northern Baltic."

The man reached into a briefcase and removed a folder full of images. He grabbed the folder and slid it across the table. As they came to a stop the pictures slide out of the folder. On them was pictures of the fleet's movements as they were monitored by Leafanistani intelligence. A red dotted line marking the end of the 200km Economic Exclusion Zone around the Northern Baltic was just barely in the picture. Another photograph showed the islands the delegate spoke of with military bases circled in blue.

"Hell we were watching the Baltic forces and from what they told us after the fact was that they were doing a routine cycling of all the troops stationed on those islands."

In space
The ASDSS Honor had taken some hefty Damage while breaking off from the Leafanistan ships but was now safely docked and repairs were underway. At the same time the 20 sparrow lacs were mostly undamaged due mostly to the fact that the enemy had primarily Targeted the ASDSS Honor. These were providing additional defensive support to the three platforms which currently were at full readiness status.

Message to Leafanistan and Northern Baltic forces in space
There is currently A cease fire in place why are you assaulting the moon?

Eighth Fleet at Sea
"So any idea what were going to do now Skipper?" asked the XO
"nope," Replied Honor. "It'll all depend on how these talks go. As of right now were just going to hold our position and stay under the enemy radar."

The Northern Baltic delegate sat back in his chair and produced a flask of vodka, which he proceeded to drink, but not before offering the Burlovian delegates a drink. When he heard what the Leafastani delegate speak, he stood up and yelled, "That man speaks the truth! What evidence do you have, my dear friends, that we were attempting to attack Greal? Your unjustified attack on our navy is not only a violation of our regional sovereignty" he took another drink, "But a violation of the Northern Baltic's most sacred institution, her navy. You have no right to demand things from us and we demand an apology!" The delegate from Shujun nodded her head silently in agreement with the words of the delegate from The Northern Baltic.

Message to Leafanistan and Northern Baltic forces in space
There is currently A cease fire in place why are you assaulting the moon?

Due to the time delay and time to plan the message out the answer arrived after 20 long minutes.

"The enemy has surrendered. Engaging in the peaceful evacuation of POWs."

"If you want to talk after the fact accusations then lets talk about it."

He leaned back into his chair and stared at the American delegation. The delegate reached across the table and gripped a bottle of mahogany liquor.

"Where is this proof that Northern Baltic was going to attack Greal huh? From what I can see from the satellite photos and after reports that we got from the press, our own intelligence, and the Northern Baltic, his fleet was steaming in the general direction of Leocardia yes. But his ships had yet to leave his waters, and were also steaming in the direction of the many small islands that dot the coastline of the Northern Baltic."

The man reached into a briefcase and removed a folder full of images. He grabbed the folder and slid it across the table. As they came to a stop the pictures slide out of the folder. On them was pictures of the fleet's movements as they were monitored by Leafanistani intelligence. A red dotted line marking the end of the 200km Economic Exclusion Zone around the Northern Baltic was just barely in the picture. Another photograph showed the islands the delegate spoke of with military bases circled in blue.

"Hell we were watching the Baltic forces and from what they told us after the fact was that they were doing a routine cycling of all the troops stationed on those islands."

Rebeca was not caught unprepared. She pulled out KeyHole imaging of the base in Leocardia being prepped, as well as naval vessels leaving a base in The Northern Baltic. Along with that, she pulled out a set of transcripts. They where a request to help provide the forces with their neccessary gear.

The Northern Baltic delegate sat back in his chair and produced a flask of vodka, which he proceeded to drink, but not before offering the Burlovian delegates a drink. When he heard what the Leafastani delegate speak, he stood up and yelled, "That man speaks the truth! What evidence do you have, my dear friends, that we were attempting to attack Greal? Your unjustified attack on our navy is not only a violation of our regional sovereignty" he took another drink, "But a violation of the Northern Baltic's most sacred institution, her navy. You have no right to demand things from us and we demand an apology!" The delegate from Shujun nodded her head silently in agreement with the words of the delegate from The Northern Baltic.

"Our SigInt Sats where able to intercept that, and our hackers in The Vault where able to decode it. I dropped those rods in response to acts that in and of themselves are considered belligerent acts. Though looking back, you were correct that there was never a declaration of war on your part, ours was on all Belligerents on our opposing side. And thus, it carried over to you the moment you decided to assist Leocardia in it's invasion of Greal. As for the demands, you slaughtered, in Cold Blood, 1 billion people. Therefore, we have every right to demand reparations from you for those attacks upon us."

Charles sat back and listened to the two sides bickering back and forth, while Mokastana was technically an ally of TAP and had deployed to TAP, the lack of shooting in the American theater had given them a semi-neutral hand, at least for this conflict. The fact Greal wasn't even bothering to notice what was going on was sad enough. No doubt that would cut a deep line into Mokan reliance on them for the future. Ironically the wounds in the allies was why the peace conference was being held.

"Forgive my speech, but The Northern Baltic has been a long time ally of Leocardia, as you said yourself Mr.(Leafanistani Representative), their involvement would of happened sooner then later. They were mobilizing, and would no doubt have joined their long time allies whether or not TAP attacked them. Therefore while this attack was outside the "rules of war" you speak of, it would of happened eventually. As for war, it is just that, misread intelligence reports can lead to attacking a military target that has yet to declare itself an enemy, however to kill nearly a billion civilians is beyond any rules of civilized war I know of. What do you plan on doing with that?"

Due to the time delay and time to plan the message out the answer arrived after 20 long minutes.

"The enemy has surrendered. Engaging in the peaceful evacuation of POWs."

"fair enough thank you for clarification"

Rebeca was not caught unprepared. She pulled out KeyHole imaging of the base in Leocardia being prepped, as well as naval vessels leaving a base in The Northern Baltic. Along with that, she pulled out a set of transcripts. They where a request to help provide the forces with their neccessary gear.

"Our SigInt Sats where able to intercept that, and our hackers in The Vault where able to decode it. I dropped those rods in response to acts that in and of themselves are considered belligerent acts. Though looking back, you were correct that there was never a declaration of war on your part, ours was on all Belligerents on our opposing side. And thus, it carried over to you the moment you decided to assist Leocardia in it's invasion of Greal. As for the demands, you slaughtered, in Cold Blood, 1 billion people. Therefore, we have every right to demand reparations from you for those attacks upon us."

OOC: I went and checked ever page of the Greal thread, the Northern Baltic never made an explicit declaration of support for Leocardia, he just started shipping weapons.

IC: The Leafanistani Delegate, Ret. Col. William Strunk scoffed.

"What did you guys intercept? From what we can tell you intercepted a message saying to prepare ports for a large influx of weaponry."

He gulped down the remainder of his drink. He reached across the table and grabbed the intercepts. He began to laugh as he poured himself more liquor.

"Are you kidding me? I wouldn't go to war on this data. All this says is that the Northern Baltic sent a message to prepare the ports for a ton of crap."

He took out a massive catalog, like the kind for useless junk at the Sharper Image, except this one had a Northern Baltic seal on it and a picture of a tank. He slid it to the American delegation.

"This is a weapon's catalog from the Northern Baltic. They are a major weapon's producer. Every single piece of equipment you saw on your satellites is something they sell. They were neutral shipping delivering an order to their ally when the war came. The Northern Baltic is dealing with their own issues, they had no time for a war. All that extra security you're blustering about was an escort for their goods."

He then removed another catalog, not as large as the other one, but far glossier.

"This is a catalog from General Resources Conglomerate," emphasizing the last word, "and it shows that if they are delivering to an area they deem unsafe they will send an escort consisting of up to a 'battlecruiser if economically permissible.' You guys sank a bunch of movers."

OOC: I went and checked ever page of the Greal thread, the Northern Baltic never made an explicit declaration of support for Leocardia, he just started shipping weapons.

IC: The Leafanistani Delegate, Ret. Col. William Strunk scoffed.

"What did you guys intercept? From what we can tell you intercepted a message saying to prepare ports for a large influx of weaponry."

He gulped down the remainder of his drink. He reached across the table and grabbed the intercepts. He began to laugh as he poured himself more liquor.

"Are you kidding me? I wouldn't go to war on this data. All this says is that the Northern Baltic sent a message to prepare the ports for a ton of crap."

He took out a massive catalog, like the kind for useless junk at the Sharper Image, except this one had a Northern Baltic seal on it and a picture of a tank. He slid it to the American delegation.

"This is a weapon's catalog from the Northern Baltic. They are a major weapon's producer. Every single piece of equipment you saw on your satellites is something they sell. They were neutral shipping delivering an order to their ally when the war came. The Northern Baltic is dealing with their own issues, they had no time for a war. All that extra security you're blustering about was an escort for their goods."

He then removed another catalog, not as large as the other one, but far glossier.

"This is a catalog from General Resources Conglomerate," emphasizing the last word, "and it shows that if they are delivering to an area they deem unsafe they will send an escort consisting of up to a 'battlecruiser if economically permissible.' You guys sank a bunch of movers."

The Leocardian delegate, also Defense Minister of Leocardia, sat quietly for the duration of the meeting. After having that the Leafanistani delegate mentioned that the Northern Baltic was a massive arms producer, he looked down to his folder and pulled out a bunch of papers.

There on went, the Defense Minister slid across to the American delegation a set of order forms, with dates far in the past for all the equipment that the Northern Baltic was 'delivering'.

He looked down again, and slid along with check stubs and receipts. He continued to sit quietly.

"So, is this how it goes?"

Rebeca looked up, a cold fire in her eyes. "First, you claim that they where simply doing 'Troop Rotations,' then, when that fails, you claim they where delivering goods? How stupid do you think I am? If either of those stories where true then they would have been your one and only line since the beginning of these talks. But no, you have changed your story at least once, and I will be damned if I am surprised if you do this a third and fourth time. So, before you try that dishonorable tactic again, answer me this. 1. If it was a simple Troop Rotation, why was Leocardia to ready their port to receive an influx of men and equipment? And 2. If it was simply an arms deal why would The Northern Baltic send that many men on troop transports to Leocardia along with it? Please, answer me that."

"So, is this how it goes?"

Rebeca looked up, a cold fire in her eyes. "First, you claim that they where simply doing 'Troop Rotations,' then, when that fails, you claim they where delivering goods? How stupid do you think I am? If either of those stories where true then they would have been your one and only line since the beginning of these talks. But no, you have changed your story at least once, and I will be damned if I am surprised if you do this a third and fourth time. So, before you try that dishonorable tactic again, answer me this. 1. If it was a simple Troop Rotation, why was Leocardia to ready their port to receive an influx of men and equipment? And 2. If it was simply an arms deal why would The Northern Baltic send that many men on troop transports to Leocardia along with it? Please, answer me that."

"My stories aren't mutually exclusive."

He coughed a few times and then stood up.

"Look Helen..."

The man's eyes glazed over. He stood there, his arms at his side, staring off into the wall behind Rebeca St. James. He whispered something quietly under his breath.

"Oh God, Helen."

He stood there for several more seconds before regaining his composure.

"Look. My stories aren't mutually exclusive, uh ma'am. Troops are expensive. Moving them is expensive. If you have a massive arms shipment, and a huge troop rotation scheduled, and you have all these empty ships moving around it is obvious what to do. When I was in the service I remember being stuck on a potato ship while being shipped to Saharistan for my first tour of duty. Do you know what the combination of the tropical heat and potatoes does to them? I probably vomited more times than I ate."

He practically fell into his seat this time, making an audible clack. He downed his next drink and coughed again.

"Not all nations have money to throw around, and even those that do, should be doing it responsibly. We all hate accountants, but when they're right, they're right, and there is nothing you can do about it. Besides, they haven't even left the Northern Baltic's waters before you dropped some rods on them. Who are you to contradict what me and the Northern Baltic and Leocardia is saying?"

Fleet off the coast of America

The logistical ships were coming in droves and new ships from the ghost fleet were resupplying the fleet. Most of them were the older heavy ground pounders of Leafanistani design. The kind built to deliver and take a lot of punishment. Not as flexible as the new ships, but desirable if all goes according to plan.

Space

The capsules had landed with no resistance and the cosmonauts stepped into the Sea of Serenity, within sight of Northern Baltic forces. They fired up red flares to mark their position and regrouped to form a good formation.

They were ready to march on Neil Armstrong Air Force Base.

Peace Conference
The delegates from The Northern Baltic and Shujun nodded quietly, agreeing with the delegation from Leafanistan, as he was saying everything for them and they did not need to say anything else. They waited for a good moment to get back into the conversation.

The Moon
The Northern Baltic forces, seeing the Leafanistani forces land, moved towards them. The teletank crews mounted the tanks, to get a better view in front of them then the cameras could provide. The Northern Baltic flag on each tank was clearly visible. Once they met the Leafanistani forces, they turned towards the enemy base. They were ready.

"My stories aren't mutually exclusive."

He coughed a few times and then stood up.

"Look Helen..."

The man's eyes glazed over. He stood there, his arms at his side, staring off into the wall behind Rebeca St. James. He whispered something quietly under his breath.

"Oh God, Helen."

He stood there for several more seconds before regaining his composure.

"Look. My stories aren't mutually exclusive, uh ma'am. Troops are expensive. Moving them is expensive. If you have a massive arms shipment, and a huge troop rotation scheduled, and you have all these empty ships moving around it is obvious what to do. When I was in the service I remember being stuck on a potato ship while being shipped to Saharistan for my first tour of duty. Do you know what the combination of the tropical heat and potatoes does to them? I probably vomited more times than I ate."

He practically fell into his seat this time, making an audible clack. He downed his next drink and coughed again.

"Not all nations have money to throw around, and even those that do, should be doing it responsibly. We all hate accountants, but when they're right, they're right, and there is nothing you can do about it. Besides, they haven't even left the Northern Baltic's waters before you dropped some rods on them. Who are you to contradict what me and the Northern Baltic and Leocardia is saying?"

Space

The capsules had landed with no resistance and the cosmonauts stepped into the Sea of Serenity, within sight of Northern Baltic forces. They fired up red flares to mark their position and regrouped to form a good formation.

They were ready to march on Neil Armstrong Air Force Base.

The Moon
The Northern Baltic forces, seeing the Leafanistani forces land, moved towards them. The teletank crews mounted the tanks, to get a better view in front of them then the cameras could provide. The Northern Baltic flag on each tank was clearly visible. Once they met the Leafanistani forces, they turned towards the enemy base. They were ready.

Mare Serenitatus
As the two forces joined, the ground crew and officers in Neil Armstrong Air Force Base swore. They had surrendered per instructions to the Leafanistani's, whom they viewed as honorable. But after the destruction of New Tortuga, the forces of The Northern Baltic where viewed as bloodthirsty savages by many of those in the space services. Despite their officers threatening them with Court Martials should they do so, many of them grabbed their special Vacuum FN2000 Assault Rifles, and stood near the airlock, ready to communicate with the opposing forces when they came near.

Lieutenant Commander Charles Barclay looked over to the shredders, and nodded. He wanted them to make doubly sure that the specs where totally destroyed, no one wanted the Nothern Bastards to get the vipers, they where too advanced to let them fall into the hands of those savages.

Peace Talks
"So, it would seem that we are at an impasse. You refuse to acknowledge The Northern Baltic's Intent to become a belligerent in the Leocardian Invasion of Greal, and we refuse to acquiese to your fiction about 'Sales' and 'Troop Rotations.' So, why don't we get down to terms and then agree to part ways and never interact again, shall we?" Lilah asked, seeing that both her father and her President where not going to calm down anytime soon.

"Now, first off, we did not 'Lose' this war, and you did not 'Win.' The moment you dropped Cheyene into New Tortuga and killed 1 billion of our people, you lost what ever moral high ground you might have claimed to grant you a 'Victory.' So, let's here your terms for this cease fire and then get down to talks." She looked over at her father and the President. "Alright?"

"Works for me," Rebeca stated icly, looking daggers at the representative from The Northern Baltic.

The delegate from The Northern Baltic rose and spoke, "Unconditional surrender. We will settle for no less." He took another drink from his flask and looked next to him at the delegate from Shujun. She nodded her head, affirming that people of Shujun agreed with what was said.

The delegate from The Northern Baltic rose and spoke, "Unconditional surrender. We will settle for no less." He took another drink from his flask and looked next to him at the delegate from Shujun. She nodded her head, affirming that people of Shujun agreed with what was said.

The Defense Minister looked up at the Baltic representatives and nodded his head as well.

The delegate from The Northern Baltic rose and spoke, "Unconditional surrender. We will settle for no less." He took another drink from his flask and looked next to him at the delegate from Shujun. She nodded her head, affirming that people of Shujun agreed with what was said.

"Like fraking hell." Now, Jack Ray was mad. "You want this war to end, you need to allow us to set some conditions. So, here they fraking are, you genocidal bastard. 1. You help us rebuild the city that YOU FRAKING DESTROYED, and that includes helping to pay for the memorial to those you slaughtered in a fit of GENOCIDAL BLISS! 2. You leave us alone for ever once that is done. You can offer up any other terms you want, but we will not uncon-fraking-ditionally surrender to a Homicidal bastard like you. Otherwise, this war continues, and you will be forced to commit resources you sure as hell won't be able to afford to continue a blockade of a nation that in terms of food and energy is above self sufficient. We have Emergency Recycling Programs we can set up if we have to. We can wait out a siege, can you?"

His eyes blazing with all the fire they could possibly hold, Jack Ray put all the hate and anger he could into his little speech. As he mentioned the destruction of New Tortuga, his voice raised and his body visibly clenched. If the table wasn't in the way, he probably would have been throttling the rep from The Northern Baltic, and he might anyways, the way that arrogant bastard was behaving.

"Like fraking hell." Now, Jack Ray was mad. "You want this war to end, you need to allow us to set some conditions. So, here they fraking are, you genocidal bastard. 1. You help us rebuild the city that YOU FRAKING DESTROYED, and that includes helping to pay for the memorial to those you slaughtered in a fit of GENOCIDAL BLISS! 2. You leave us alone for ever once that is done. You can offer up any other terms you want, but we will not uncon-fraking-ditionally surrender to a Homicidal bastard like you. Otherwise, this war continues, and you will be forced to commit resources you sure as hell won't be able to afford to continue a blockade of a nation that in terms of food and energy is above self sufficient. We have Emergency Recycling Programs we can set up if we have to. We can wait out a siege, can you?"

His eyes blazing with all the fire they could possibly hold, Jack Ray put all the hate and anger he could into his little speech. As he mentioned the destruction of New Tortuga, his voice raised and his body visibly clenched. If the table wasn't in the way, he probably would have been throttling the rep from The Northern Baltic, and he might anyways, the way that arrogant bastard was behaving.

"To be fair, it was the frakkin' others, not us that dropped the elevators into your cities. And about that siege."

He removed intelligence photographs of the destruction, various facilities were marked, especially farms and defenses, but including major population centers along with population analysis in megadeaths.

"The current government will settle for no less than an unconditional surrender, and from the damage you sustained it looks like you'll have trouble keeping those guns manned, and those people fed. Though you know what they say. The last drop of oil will be burned by a tank, not a frakkin' civvie. The point is that civilians can never understand war like we can."

The Colonel leaned in close, his one eye staring at the representatives.

"We're both men," and he looked over at Rebecca, "and women of war. We understand the sacrifices we have to endure. But do the civvies? They can never understand what we have to do to win. They won't stand for rationing, they won't stand for meatless Mondays, gasless Tuesdays, dark Wednesdays, starchless Thursdays, heatless Fridays, and weeks upon weeks without their fathers, mothers, sons and daughters."

"Leafanistan has more than six billion people to pull from. We have a massive economy, a bloated defense budget that is controlled by the strictest accountants in the world. Do you know how long a proposal spends in committee and in a simulator databank before we even start to get funding for it? We can unleash a war machine that will render 'Shock and Awe' meaningless. We're talking about ceaseless bombardments, unending fear and paranoia, and the seeds of chaos and disorder. And that is just Leafanistan. Imagine what Leocardia can do. Imagine what the Baltics can do if they can stomach that."

"I don't know about you, but I can't stomach some of the shit that is now Leafanistani standard PSYOP stuff. The frakkin' monsters they cook up now make the Kraven Corporation look like a bunch of sissies."

He then reached into his coat pocket and removed an envelope. It held a single piece of paper that said, "Great Canal".

Mare Serenitatus
As the two forces joined, the ground crew and officers in Neil Armstrong Air Force Base swore. They had surrendered per instructions to the Leafanistani's, whom they viewed as honorable. But after the destruction of New Tortuga, the forces of The Northern Baltic where viewed as bloodthirsty savages by many of those in the space services. Despite their officers threatening them with Court Martials should they do so, many of them grabbed their special Vacuum FN2000 Assault Rifles, and stood near the airlock, ready to communicate with the opposing forces when they came near.

Lieutenant Commander Charles Barclay looked over to the shredders, and nodded. He wanted them to make doubly sure that the specs where totally destroyed, no one wanted the Nothern Bastards to get the vipers, they where too advanced to let them fall into the hands of those savages.

Sea of Serenity

A Leafanistani Cosmonaut held up a white flag. He had no weapon as he bounced over to the airlock. He put a note on the airlock door and ordered another cosmonaut to bring over a flag.

The note said,

"Under orders from Sky Marshall Arcturus, and due to circumstances surrounding our occupation on the moon, you are hereby ordered to evacuate the Sea of Serenity and will be taken, after rehabilitation for Earth Gravity, to a POW camp in Wasser. This base is to be renamed the Sergei Korolev Space Force Base, and will be turned over to the Northern Baltic immediately. You're now on Baltic Sovereign Territory."

The cosmonaut planted a Northern Baltic flag in the soil near the base and bounded back to his unit.

"To be fair, it was the frakkin' others, not us that dropped the elevators into your cities. And about that siege."

He removed intelligence photographs of the destruction, various facilities were marked, especially farms and defenses, but including major population centers along with population analysis in megadeaths.

"The current government will settle for no less than an unconditional surrender, and from the damage you sustained it looks like you'll have trouble keeping those guns manned, and those people fed. Though you know what they say. The last drop of oil will be burned by a tank, not a frakkin' civvie. The point is that civilians can never understand war like we can."

The Colonel leaned in close, his one eye staring at the representatives.

"We're both men," and he looked over at Rebecca, "and women of war. We understand the sacrifices we have to endure. But do the civvies? They can never understand what we have to do to win. They won't stand for rationing, they won't stand for meatless Mondays, gasless Tuesdays, dark Wednesdays, starchless Thursdays, heatless Fridays, and weeks upon weeks without their fathers, mothers, sons and daughters."

"Leafanistan has more than six billion people to pull from. We have a massive economy, a bloated defense budget that is controlled by the strictest accountants in the world. Do you know how long a proposal spends in committee and in a simulator databank before we even start to get funding for it? We can unleash a war machine that will render 'Shock and Awe' meaningless. We're talking about ceaseless bombardments, unending fear and paranoia, and the seeds of chaos and disorder. And that is just Leafanistan. Imagine what Leocardia can do. Imagine what the Baltics can do if they can stomach that."

"I don't know about you, but I can't stomach some of the shit that is now Leafanistani standard PSYOP stuff. The frakkin' monsters they cook up now make the Kraven Corporation look like a bunch of sissies."

He then reached into his coat pocket and removed an envelope. It held a single piece of paper that said, "Great Canal".

"Oh, to you we will sign an unconditional surrender. You have fought this war with honor. But as for The Northern Baltic, never. They have done too much damage with their Genocidal actions to us for us to even consider an Unconditional Surrender to those monsters." Rebeca stated, keeping an even tone.

"And you underestimate our population. Most of those now adults served in the armed forces when we first arrived here and where forced to set up a civilization from scratch." Jack stated, looking calmly at the Leafanistani rep.

"You also underestimate NOVA. Though they have been relatively silent, they will use any oppurtunity they have to strike back at you. You would be amazed at the places they tend to turn up." Lilah said, disgust in her voice.

Sea of Serenity

A Leafanistani Cosmonaut held up a white flag. He had no weapon as he bounced over to the airlock. He put a note on the airlock door and ordered another cosmonaut to bring over a flag.

The note said,

"Under orders from Sky Marshall Arcturus, and due to circumstances surrounding our occupation on the moon, you are hereby ordered to evacuate the Sea of Serenity and will be taken, after rehabilitation for Earth Gravity, to a POW camp in Wasser. This base is to be renamed the Sergei Korolev Space Force Base, and will be turned over to the Northern Baltic immediately. You're now on Baltic Sovereign Territory."

The cosmonaut planted a Northern Baltic flag in the soil near the base and bounded back to his unit.

The crew of the Air Force Base looked at each other in horror. They had surrendered to the Leafanistanis, not the Baltics. Steeling their resolve, they donned their space suits, and the commander sent a final order to activate the self-destruct. It was a simple system, in which the Backup Generator would overheat, and "accidentally" ignite the air in the base.

They opened the door, and filed out in an orderly manner, their VFN2000's rendered inoperative, and left on the floor of the hangar. One of them, seeing the flag of the Genocidal monsters who had killed his family in New Tortuga, raised his sun shield up above his lips, and spat at the flag. There was no "Changing of the Guard," as the crew filed past the flag, flashing arcane symbols that even those unfamiliar with them would know would have to be highly disrespectful.

The Grand Master looked thoughtful for a moment, and then looked towards Jack Ray.

"Admiral, would you mind speaking with me in private for a moment? There is a matter I wish to discuss with you. Seneschal, you have full rights to act as you see fit."

With that, he stood up, bowed to those on his side and to the governor from Mokastana, and then walked out, ignoring entirely the opposition forces at the table.

Once in a side room away from the other diplomats and politicians, he confided his plan to Jack Ray.

Conference Room
"I have been authorized by the Grand Master to speak for him. And thus would like to make it known, that the rightful government of The American Privateer, regardless of what kind of Puppet you put in place, shall be granted Sanctuary, along with all senior military commanders, in the Order's Sovereign Territory. This includes any and all TAP'ian land currently owned by Longinean Churches, which as of their acceptance includes all Terrestrial Millitary and Governmental facilities." He sent a challenging look over at those who had destroyed his homeland, daring them to challenge the right of the church to do so.

The Grand Master looked thoughtful for a moment, and then looked towards Jack Ray.

"Admiral, would you mind speaking with me in private for a moment? There is a matter I wish to discuss with you. Seneschal, you have full rights to act as you see fit."

With that, he stood up, bowed to those on his side and to the governor from Mokastana, and then walked out, ignoring entirely the opposition forces at the table.

Once in a side room away from the other diplomats and politicians, he confided his plan to Jack Ray.

Conference Room
"I have been authorized by the Grand Master to speak for him. And thus would like to make it known, that the rightful government of The American Privateer, regardless of what kind of Puppet you put in place, shall be granted Sanctuary, along with all senior military commanders, in the Order's Sovereign Territory. This includes any and all TAP'ian land currently owned by Longinean Churches, which as of their acceptance includes all Terrestrial Millitary and Governmental facilities." He sent a challenging look over at those who had destroyed his homeland, daring them to challenge the right of the church to do so.

Jack Ray smiled, and began taking notes on his PDA. This was genious, and would totally change the shape of the conflict. Once they where done with their discussions, he walked back into the confrence room, handed the PDA to Rebeca, and sat down, a smug look on his face.

Looking down, Rebeca looked shocked with pleasure at the idea, and then smiled at the Leafanistani leader. "on second thought, I withdraw my Unconditional surrender to you. Instead, The American Privateer Unconditionally surrenders to The Holy Order of the Knights of St. Longinus and to the Valtican City."

"Oh, to you we will sign an unconditional surrender. You have fought this war with honor. But as for The Northern Baltic, never. They have done too much damage with their Genocidal actions to us for us to even consider an Unconditional Surrender to those monsters." Rebeca stated, keeping an even tone.

"And you underestimate our population. Most of those now adults served in the armed forces when we first arrived here and where forced to set up a civilization from scratch." Jack stated, looking calmly at the Leafanistani rep.

"You also underestimate NOVA. Though they have been relatively silent, they will use any oppurtunity they have to strike back at you. You would be amazed at the places they tend to turn up." Lilah said, disgust in her voice.

"NOVA would be interesting. But nothing would set the tone of vengeance and the sense of righteousness higher up than some sort of low-handed attack."

The Colonel downed another drink. He was rapidly turning red and had started to slur his words. His aide looked at him uncomfortably and while he wasn't looking moved the glass out of reach.

"And besides, this is how war works. Unconditional surrenders with the condition of the absence of our allies is a conditional surrender."

Off the Coast of America

The Fleet began to move up the Eastern Coast, staying far away from the shoreline. Meanwhile the massive amounts of Homeland class Battleships still in the Leafanistani inventory were being mobilized and sent from Saharistan to meet up with the rest of the fleet.

The crew of the Air Force Base looked at each other in horror. They had surrendered to the Leafanistanis, not the Baltics. Steeling their resolve, they donned their space suits, and the commander sent a final order to activate the self-destruct. It was a simple system, in which the Backup Generator would overheat, and "accidentally" ignite the air in the base.

They opened the door, and filed out in an orderly manner, their VFN2000's rendered inoperative, and left on the floor of the hangar. One of them, seeing the flag of the Genocidal monsters who had killed his family in New Tortuga, raised his sun shield up above his lips, and spat at the flag. There was no "Changing of the Guard," as the crew filed past the flag, flashing arcane symbols that even those unfamiliar with them would know would have to be highly disrespectful.

The Leafanistani Cosmonauts keyed into the the frequency of the American personnel now leaving.

"Move in a single file line, arms at your side with palms open. Any man who refuses will be shot on sight. You will be taken to a capsule and taken aboard a barge under heavy security. The capsule is fully automated for redocking procedures. Attempts to subvert its automated controls will result in a radio transmitter being broken off with the mothership, and the capsule will either self destruct, go off course badly, or be shot down, whichever comes first."

The commanding cosmonaut kept the buggies following the men, guns raised at all times. He put himself on a private line with the commander of the Northern Baltic cosmonaut commander.

"It's your base now. Happy landings."

Jack Ray smiled, and began taking notes on his PDA. This was genious, and would totally change the shape of the conflict. Once they where done with their discussions, he walked back into the confrence room, handed the PDA to Rebeca, and sat down, a smug look on his face.

Looking down, Rebeca looked shocked with pleasure at the idea, and then smiled at the Leafanistani leader. "on second thought, I withdraw my Unconditional surrender to you. Instead, The American Privateer Unconditionally surrenders to The Holy Order of the Knights of St. Longinus and to the Valtican City."

The Colonel started laughing. He laughed for a long time, even after he started getting glares and his aide put his arm on his shoulder. He just couldn't believe it.

"You stupid frakkers. Would that actually stop all the bloodshed? From what we are aware of the Knights of the Holy Order pretty much represent the majority of the population and have their own military. Sounds like we have a new Rome here!"

The Colonel was making a scene and his aide quickly took him aside. He took the man to the washroom, where he injected the Colonel with a commercially available product called 'Chaser-Stim' which was a large amount of alcohol dehydrogenases and caffeine. The Colonel would need to use the bathroom in a minute but he would be back to his regular self right afterwards.

The Colonel started laughing. He laughed for a long time, even after he started getting glares and his aide put his arm on his shoulder. He just couldn't believe it.

"You stupid frakkers. Would that actually stop all the bloodshed? From what we are aware of the Knights of the Holy Order pretty much represent the majority of the population and have their own military. Sounds like we have a new Rome here!"

The Colonel was making a scene and his aide quickly took him aside. He took the man to the washroom, where he injected the Colonel with a commercially available product called 'Chaser-Stim' which was a large amount of alcohol dehydrogenases and caffeine. The Colonel would need to use the bathroom in a minute but he would be back to his regular self right afterwards.

"Then you should have been more specific Colonel. You and your allies demanded an Unconditional Surrender from The American Privateer. The American Privateer has Unconditionally Surrendered. Though a little over half the population of this nation are under our church already, we are a separate and sovereign state. And, on top of that, we have remained neutral in this conflict. And, though we do in fact have our own military, it is a purely defensive one. It is our Law Enforcement Agents you need to watch out for."

"Then you should have been more specific Colonel. You and your allies demanded an Unconditional Surrender from The American Privateer. The American Privateer has Unconditionally Surrendered. Though a little over half the population of this nation are under our church already, we are a separate and sovereign state. And, on top of that, we have remained neutral in this conflict. And, though we do in fact have our own military, it is a purely defensive one. It is our Law Enforcement Agents you need to watch out for."

The Colonel came back and sat down at his seat. He shook his head slightly and cleared his throat.

"Look, let's not bullshit semantics with you. You know we want an unconditional surrender to us, all of us, and we will keep our ships off your coast until you do. This is to take on the enemy of our ally who attacked a neutral fleet during a time of war due to the suspicion of threat. Something no one can tolerate."