Operation Thunderstorm: A Cold War Crisis (ATTN Aki; CLOSED, ask permission to join)
The World Soviet Party
06-04-2008, 21:52
The year was 1985, just a mere six years ago, the Socialist States of The World Soviet Party held their first elections, after over twenty years of a communist dictatorship. With the death of Chairman Bergstein, and the subsequent return to democracy, The World Soviet Party evolved into the world power that it is today.
However, back then, there were some individuals that were not completely conviced that democracy was the way to go. General Stravosky was one of these men. For years, after the death of the "Dictatorship of the proletariat", he had kept quiet, and therefore was allowed to mantain command of the 136th Mechanized Infantry Division.
The 136th was currently stationed in one of the coldest spots in all Haven, a rather small island, going by the name of Uldar, bording the Akimonadi island of Chipre. Relations between the two countries were neutral, and had been so for the last seventy years, there was no reason for that to change in the near future.
Except that Stravosky was getting restless, he yearned for a challenge, he yearned for a chance to prove the world that communism worked, and to convice the people of The World Soviet Party that only a communist system, under his command, would benefit them, instead of the sell-out "New Socialism" promoted by the new goverment. In his mind, there was only one way to do this: War.
OOC:
136th Mechanized Infantry Division
1) 68th Guards: 142 BMP-2, 40 T-80, 4 2S6, 4 SA-13, 18 2S1, 9 BRDM-3
2) 243rd Guards: 156 BTR-80, 40 T-80, 4 ZSU-23, 4 SA-9, 18 D-30, 9 BRDM-3
3) 244th Guards: 156 BTR-80, 40 T-80, 4 ZSU-23, 4 SA-9, 18 D-30, 9 BRDM-3
4) 28th Guards Tank Regiment: 94 T-80, 43 BMP-2, 4 2S6, 4 SA-13, 18 2S1
5) 54th Artillery Regiment: 72 2S3, 18 BM-21
6) 27th Air Defense Regiment: 20 SA-15, 21 SA-7/14/16
7) 27th SS-21 Battalion: 4 SS-21
8) 114th Recon Battalion: 6 T-80, 13 BRDM-2, 12 BMP-2, and 3 BRM
9) 27th Engineer Battalion: 8 TMM, 6 GSP, 18 PMP, 12 K-61, 4 BTM, 2 MTK, 3 GMZ
10) 27th Tank Battalion: 51 T-80
11) 27th Anti-Tank Battalion: 12 AT guns, 9 BRDM-3
12) 27th Helicopter Squadron: 6 MI-24, 6 MI-8, 6 MI-2
4th Light Fleet
1) Bergstein Aircraft Carrier (Kiev Class): 10-12 A-4Ss/ARs, 14-16 Helicopters
2) Slava Battlecruiser (Kirov class)
3) October Destroyer (Udaloy class)
5) December Destroyer (Udaloy class)
6) Revolution Destroyer (Sovremenny class)
7) Katlestadt Destroyer (Sovremenny class)
P.S: This will also be the first combat-flight of the S-79 Fighter-Bomber.
ORBAT WIP
Map of the Area (http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/6059/akitwspmap1vw3.png)
The World Soviet Party
07-04-2008, 16:40
Bump
The World Soviet Party
09-04-2008, 00:12
D:< Aki
Akimonad
10-04-2008, 21:48
Chipre Isle, 1200 hours
Planes. Big planes. Airlifters, to be exact. To be more exact, C-17 Globemaster IIIs. A very rare sight on the tiny, insignificant island of Chipre, as their visits were few, and there was only ever one of them on the island if there was one at all.
Today, however, was different.
Today, 15 C-17s were lined up along tarmac, the runway - anywhere they could fit - with cargos bays open. However, they were not on Chipre for a mass delivery. Rather, they were on Chipre for a mass pickup. Today 1500 soldiers out of the isle's 4500-men detachment would be departing for home. It was a large exodus, indeed, it was the largest in Chipre's history.
There was a good reason for the exodus; one that couldn't be argued with. Strategically, Chipre is unimportant. It is far too small to field any effective land force. The naval base, which serves largely as a refueling station out of south Haven, could not house anything larger than a modest cruiser. Chipre was a quiet place, and it had finally been decided to largely de-occupy it over several months.
Today was the first scheduled pickup. Over time, the isle's complement would dwindle from 3000 to 1500 on down to a final tally of 500 soldiers. Or so it was planned. Fate, however, had other ideas.
At the moment, however, the exodus continued as planned.
Loudspeakers across the airstrip and barracks blared out constantly. "All units withdrawing, report to your transports!" a stern voice ordered. Fifteen hundred men with gear on the backs shuffled in a mildly-organized mob towards the C-17s sitting quietly, waiting to receive them.
The Base Commander stood amidst the mob, supervising. "I guess they're right. Nothing happens on Chipre." he said to himself.
A man in dress uniform approached him. It was his lieutenant. "Sir!" he said, saluting, "We just got a message from Comms."
"What do they want now?" the commander asked.
"Nothing, sir, just saying that a light carrier and its battlegroup will be here in about three days. Maybe longer if the weather worsens."
"Thank you, lieutenant. Dismissed." The lieutenant saluted and returned back to the Command Center. The commander glanced towards the sky and noted the encroaching dark grey clouds. Yes, it was going to storm soon. Best to get everyone back from their patrol areas.
The base commander thought for a moment. He still had men out on patrols to make sure no enemies were beaching. Of course, there were no enemies to speak of. By most appraisals, the patrols were unnecessary. But it kept the soldiers busy. Excitement was indeed hard to come by on Chipre.
Soon, however, things would turn upside-down.
[OOC: ORBAT soon.]
The World Soviet Party
11-04-2008, 01:01
Uldar Island, 1600 Hours
General Stravosky was a harsh man, known by his men due to his unrelentless pursuit of what he called "justice" and "discipline", he was seen, however, as a good officer, who would not waste time going through the endless bureaucracy or paperwork, if he had to do something, he'd do it now and ask questions later. He commmanded his garrison with an iron fist in a velvet glove, and thus, he was both respected and feared by his "boys", they'd do anything to please their leader.
This was the ambience that one would get thrown into a few minutes after arriving at the island, and, that was the same ambience that the special delegate from the Department of Defense breathed as soon as he reached the HQ. Truly, after the transition, a big effort had been undertaken by the new goverment to ensure that all garrisons over-seas remained loyal the nation, and Stravosky, with his background as a peasant boy who had risen through the ranks of the Communist Party, was certainly not the one to be excused.
Konstantin Plavov was the name of that particular delegate, a rather small and shy man, thought to be neutral in the matters of politics, he did not care who he served as long as the proper papers were signed and all rules were followed. By today standards, not the man to send to meet the next wanna-be Stalin.
He was given no official welcome, but instead, got directly taken to Stravosky's office, where he was greeted by the general himself. The office itself was austere, with only a table, a few wooden chairs and a pre-democracy soviet flag, a clear infringement of military law, at this, Pavlov could only lower his eyebrows, as the general started speaking as soon as he entered.
"Ah, welcome to Uldar, Comrade, I hope your little trip here was comfortable enough?"
Pavlov took off his coat, expecting someone to come pick it up for him, but nothing happened, he started looking around.
"We hang our own coats here, Comrade, but let me help you this time." The general got up, took the coat and placed it over a chair, smiling at Pavlov.
"Perhaps you would like to take a seat?"
Pavlov nodded and sat down, clearly uncomfortable.
"Anyways, now that we are done with the formalities" And Pavlov couldnt even think about arguing with him on this point "I would really like to know what brings you here."
That was his cue.
"Well, General, I was sent here..."
The World Soviet Party
12-04-2008, 04:01
Pavlov had actually expected Stravosky to go on a fit when informed that he had been relieved of his command, of course, he had learnt not to trust his "hunches", and therefore was not surprised when Stravosky burst out laughing.
"That's a good one, Comrade, but we both know it's not going to happen."
Pavlov, of course, was shocked, treason was a crime that was still punishable with death in the Red Army.
"You see, I have started a series of tests, cutting communications with the homeland for increasing periods of time, just to see how long does it take them to notice we are not reporting."
"And what have been your results so far, General?"
"Two weeks..." and Stravosky paused for a dramatic effect "And counting."
Pavlov didnt know what to say.
Tag, seems interesting, just want to see what happens next.
Wanderjar
12-04-2008, 16:55
The commander of the 68th Guards Regiment, Colonel Petri Rosilli, was a man of few words. Frequently referred to as a “Zombie” by his peers, he was no less an adept battlefield commander. Standing at an average height of five foot ten inches, and weighing in at a muscular one hundred and ninety pounds, he was a physically imposing man. But it was not his physique which ground terror into his opponents or anyone who found themselves, mistakenly, on his bad side. It was his eyes; cold, uncompromising, calculative eyes, which bore no semblance of emotion, but rather only a harsh truth which was his judgment.
He sat rigidly in an office chair against a wooden desk, writing unit evaluation reports from their previous weeks war-games. The First Armour Company had performed adequately, however to him this was still unacceptable and he knew that Captain Popolov could perform better, and he would. Rosilli would see to it. The Second Armour had done outstanding, achieving all its objectives, and as such he would ensure that Captain Osip would be commended for a spectacular performance. Third Company had done rather well, but unless it was exceptional there was obviously room for improvement. Rosilli had seen combat many times before and knew that nothing short of flawless action on part of his men, specifically the officers, would result in victory or more importantly in Rosilli’s mind, survival. Captain Nikita would be informed that he needed to improve his actions. Finally he reviewed the Fourth Company’s actions and it too needed work, but its commander was new. He had yet to serve under Rosilli for long, being a new transfer from the outside. This was not an excuse, of course, but the 68th Regiment prided itself on being a close knit unit, and new people took time to fully integrate themselves into it’s routines. He would, however, learn. Captain Sergei Sadko was a very promising young officer, and of the best type: He didn’t realise it yet. “Good,” thought Colonel Rosilli, “for there will be no prima-donnas in my Regiment.” He passed the man and moved deeper into the vast pile of acquisition papers.
*****
“Hey Dimitri! Did you ever hear back from that girl?” Private Slava asked, grinning as he always seemed to be doing. “She was a fine piece!”
“Yeah actually, I did.” Private Dimitri responded. “I’m supposed to see her this weekend. Hopefully I can get passes from the Old Man.”
“I hear ya,” Slava nodded. “Good luck with that. I don’t know what Sadko’s take on leave is though. He really hasn’t said much since he got here.”
“Yeah and it’s driving me bloody batty,” another private sitting near by, Leonid, moaned. “I have to get the hell out of here! But Sadko seems like a good officer, I’m sure he’ll let us get out of this place.” The group of Battle Dress Uniform (BDU) Clad soldiers nodded.
“It will be interesting, won’t it?” Slava said. “Having a new Old Man in charge of the company and all. Colonel Rosilli seems to think he’s a damn fine officer, granted he doesn’t show it, but it IS the Zombie we’re talking about.” Everyone laughed. Slava stood up from the bar table they were sitting at and over to his barracks bunk. Sitting down he propped a pillow up against the wall and rested himself against it. “We’ll just have to see what happens.”
The World Soviet Party
12-04-2008, 22:45
"Anyways, Comrade, I hope you understand my reasons to disobey the so called 'legitimate' goverment of The World Soviet Party."
"Well, General, you do have a very good point, a very good point indeed, but what you are suggesting is high treason, and not only that, but would probably trigger another World War!."
"Yes, there's always the chance that something will go wrong, but, that's what the Akimonadi are for, a mere test-run, a flex of our muscles, if you prefer it so."
"What do you mean?"
"We, the 136th Mechanized Division, are going to invade and conquer the Akimonadi island of Chipre, we have reliable information that shows that Akimonad has been cutting down it's garrison there, with plans for even large demobilizations therefore making our job easier and cutting down casualties."
"And how do you plan to do this without them finding out?"
"To be honest, I'm not quite sure myself, but we will manage. I take it you saw the Ilyushin Il-76 sitting on the tarmac when you arrived."
"Well, I saw a large transport airplane, if that's what you are refering to."
"Indeed, as we speak, that 'transport' is being loaded with 'paratroopers', whose job will be to test the Akimonadi defenses."
"But that's insane! They will all get killed, no airborne assault has been succesful since the last World War, not to mention that it will warn them ahead of time, and thus make the amphibious assault innefective."
"Quite the opposite, that plane will be loaded with dummies, which we will throw over 'specific' targets in Chipre, these dummies will be dresses as Akimonadi soldiers, and will probably confuse their command, it will also help us assess their air defenses."
"I... I had not thought about it that way."
The World Soviet Party
13-04-2008, 19:48
Uldar Island, 2300 Hours
It was a short, two hour-flight from Uldar to Chipre, the Il-76 would be able to drop it's payload on Akimonadi soil and safely return back to it's air base. All provided it was not intercepted, shot down or forced to return early, it all depended on the Akimonadi defenses.
An entire platoon of soldiers had worked all day loading and preparing the dummies, dressing them with Akimonadi uniforms and preparing their parachutes for the drop. When they finished, they were allowed to return to their barracks, but told not to say anything, not even to their own officers, and, as a reward, given a three-day permit to go off-base. If everything went according to the plans, they would have to be back in two, at the most.
Meanwhile, General Stravosky and Secretary Pavlov had finished their little talk, and Konstantin had been given a bunk to sleep in, he would not be allowed to return to the mainland. After his extensive trip, and even longer chat with the General, he was quite tired and fell asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow, Stravosky, on the other side, quietly left the Headquarters and made his way to the airfield, so as to watch the transport leave for it's mission.
The tarmac was now empty, and Stravosky was in the control tower, with the rest of the land crew, he would give the clearance for take-off himself.
"Flight Alpha Bravo Zebra, you are cleared for take-off."
"This is flight Alpha Bravo Zebra, acknowedleged."
"And come back in one piece."
"Roger that, Alpha Bravo Zebra out."
It had started.
Akimonad
13-04-2008, 22:21
HAWK SAM Emplacement, Chipre Isle, 0100 Hours
Warrant Officer Michael Smith sat in a chair in front of the radar display, fast asleep. The Perimeter Acquisition Radar outside of the mobile trailer he was in whirred in a circle, diligently watching the skies.
Something appeared in the skies, and the radar console issued a soft beep. As the object became closer to the island the console beeped louder and more frequently. Finally, as the object was beginning to pass over the far shores of the islands, the continuous beeping woke the Warrant Officer up. He glanced at the radar screen for a second, then immediately pressed the large red button on the wall next to him.
Immediately, air raid sirens went off across the island. Soldiers everywhere ran for cover from the unseen threat.
The Base Commander sprinted across the airfield and up a hill to where the radar sat. He threw open the door to the trailer and stomped in.
"What the fuck happened?" he demanded.
Smith pointed to the blip on the radar screen, now passing over the island. "That's the problem." he said.
"One of ours?"
"No, I've got the schedules here. Nothing in for a week, and not this late."
"Shit. Fire this thing up." the Commander ordered.
Smith hit a few assorted buttons and the Acquisition and Illuminator radars powered up. He isolated the blip and got a radar lock. A light saying "Ready to Fire" lit up. He flipped open a small plastic cover revealing the button underneath.
"Key, sir." he asked. The Commander handed him a key, and Smith placed it in the keyhole and turned. Another light lit up, this one saying "System Armed."
Smith pressed the button, and a few hundred feet away a HAWK missile shot up into the sky chasing after the unknown plane.
The World Soviet Party
14-04-2008, 02:23
Akimonadi Air Space, Chipre Island, 0100 Hours
The flight had been all but eventful, and no resistance was expected from the undermanned Akimonadi garrison currently deployed in Chipre, thus, around half of the crew, those who were not needed as of the moment, were either asleep or playing cards.
The navigator and the radar operator were not among them.
"Navigator to Pilot, we are approaching Target Alpha, over."
"Roger that Navigator, moving to drop height."
bip... bip... bip bip bip
"We've got incoming SAMs!"
"Fuck, initiate evasive manuevers, turn the damned plane around!"
"SAM approaching fast, shall we fire the chaff?"
"Negative, wait for it to be closer, better chance of confusing the damned thing."
"Roger that."
The Il-76 closed it's cargo bay doors, the drop would have to be postponed, this operation, regardless of results, would be considered a failure, the amphibious landing would have to be delayed until further recon could be made.
"Launching chaff... GOTCHA!"
The HAWK, fooled by the close chaff and flares, exploded in the air, illuminating the skies.
"Pilot to bombardier, drop some of the dummies, have some of them use their parachutes, that way they'll think they hit a friendly, over."
"Roger that, dropping now."
Once finished, the transport turned tail and fled the Akimonadi air-space. General Stravosky would not be pleased, but, at least, the pilots had survived.
Uldar Island, 0250 Hours
"Sir, Flight Alpha Bravo Zebra reports mission failure, they were almost hit by SAMs and are just a few minutes away from here."
Stravosky slammed his desk in anger and muttered a few insults.
"Fucking Akimonadi, looks like they are smarter than we thought... Very well, carry on Captain, and good work."
"Thanks, Sir."
Stravosky left the control tower, this would require a closer approach, an idea was already forming in his head.
Akimonad
14-04-2008, 02:56
"Detonation!" the Warrant Officer says. "Oh, it missed."
"Fire again." the Commander ordered.
"I think they dropped something."
"Shit. Probably bombs. Good thing you called the air raid."
"I think they're leaving now. They've sped off to the east."
"Where'd they drop the... whatever they dropped?"
"East side of the island, I think."
"Good. Kill the air raid sirens so I can have my lights back."
The warrant officer reached over and pressed another button. The air raid sirens wound down and lights flickered back on across the base.
The Commander walked out of the trailer and into a Jeep with three other soldiers. They drove off towards the assumed drop point.
After a few moments the Jeep slowed to a stop in front of a crippled figure with a parachute. The headlights illuminated its entirety.
The men stepped out of the Jeep and trained their rifles on the figure. The commander flicked on a flashlight.
"It's a dummy. With our uniforms." he said. "Someone is up to something. Let's look for the rest in the morning."
They piled into the Jeep again and returned to the main base. Upon his return, the commander raised the island's alert level.
The World Soviet Party
14-04-2008, 03:22
By midday, Stravosky had already formulated his plan, discussed it his general staff, stamped out the flaws, perfectioned the details, selected which units would participate, told logistics and readied the transports.
All he had to do now was to let the men know.
Accompanied by Pavlov, who had already been briefed on last night's failure, he went down to the docks, where the small, yet imponent 4th Light Fleet sat, waiting to be used. The force was composed by about half a dozen destroyers and a escort carrier, with a wing of A-4s and attack helicopters. They had been called by General Stravosky a few months ago, using the excuse of increased pirate-activity near TWSP's trade lines in the area.
"As you see, Comrade Secretary, after yesterday's failure to do proper recon on the Akimonadi defenses, I have decided to take a more hands-on approach on the issue."
"You mean we are going to invade now? With no preparation and no intel?!"
"Oh no, Comrade Secretary, you got it all wrong, we are merely going to send a small recon team to do some 'behind the enemy lines' work, I'm sure you have seen some of the latest movies about the Red Army, right?"
"I'm afraid not, I dislike action films."
"Well, basically, a team of commandos is going to be dropped in Chipre and their job will be to obtain information, carry out sabotage and capture prisioners for interrogation."
"And you expect them to be succesful?"
"After last night's failure, the Akimonadi will be in a heightened state of security, but that doesnt mean we cant infiltrate them, we have an agent there, he will greet our men and show them around."
The World Soviet Party
14-04-2008, 23:11
Stravosky lead Pavlov into a small guard-house, near the docks's entrance. Inside was the commander of the 68th Guards Regiment, Colonel Petri Rosilli, along with some of his subordinates and officers.
"Secretary Pavlov, this is Colonel Rosilli. Colonel Rosilli, Secretary Pavlov."
"Nice to meet you, Colonel" Pavlov extended his hand and shook Rosilli's, who didnt make a single comment.
"Now, Colonel, do you have any idea as to why you are your men here" he pointed to the officers "have been called here today?"
Wanderjar
16-04-2008, 14:11
Stravosky lead Pavlov into a small guard-house, near the docks's entrance. Inside was the commander of the 68th Guards Regiment, Colonel Petri Rosilli, along with some of his subordinates and officers.
"Secretary Pavlov, this is Colonel Rosilli. Colonel Rosilli, Secretary Pavlov."
"Nice to meet you, Colonel" Pavlov extended his hand and shook Rosilli's, who didnt make a single comment.
"Now, Colonel, do you have any idea as to why you are your men here" he pointed to the officers "have been called here today?"
"No Comrade General," Rosilli stated said without emotion. "Please do inform me. Sir."
The World Soviet Party
16-04-2008, 16:46
"No Comrade General," Rosilli stated said without emotion. "Please do inform me. Sir."
"Okay then, Gentlemen, if you please follow me."
Stravosky led Pavlov, Rosilli and his men to a large table, over which a map of both Uldar and Chipre had been opened and placed.
"This is Uldar, Soviet territory, that small island over there is, as you know, the Akimonadi territory of Chipre. Now, Colonel, we intend to occupy Chipre, but sadly, our attempts to gather information about the island's defenses have been, so far, inneffective, not even one of our best agents has managed to get past some of the tight security.
Therefore, we need you to assemble a team of your best men, Spetnaz, and prepare them for a mission behind enemy lines, make sure they have supplies and rations for a week, have them use the Akimonadi weapons in our armoury, that way it will be easier for them to get ammunition and spread confusion among the Akimonadi.
Is this understandable, Colonel?"
Wanderjar
20-04-2008, 23:21
Colonel Rosilli was always a stern man, and his perpetually harsh, cold stare did not wane with this information, though nor did it harden. This did not, however, mean that he was not taken aback by the announcement and therefore unsurprised. He pondered what he was being asked for a moment, though without breaking his stare at the General. His mouth opened, but it was a few seconds before he could conjure up the words he needed to express his feelings.
"Comrade," he began slowly, "I realise that this is an unorthodox question, but humour me please. This attack on Akimonadi territory, is it authorised by Red City? An unprovoked attack like this is...exceptionally unusual. Now, before you answer that I will inform you that yes I will assemble my regimental Spetznaz team to begin operations effective immediately. I'll return to my TOC (Tactical Operations Center) and begin the briefings and necessary preparations. I can have men there within twelve hours."
The World Soviet Party
20-04-2008, 23:28
"I'm going to be honest with you, Colonel, this operation has not been aproved by the unlawful central goverment. Now, you are a man of the people, just like me, I've read your file, you were raised from a working family to the command of an elite unit, the 68th Guards and as such, I expect you to be completely loyal and follow all and any orders I give you.
The central goverment has proved to be corrupt and inneficient, communism is the only way to go in The World Soviet Party, I'm sure you remember how things were before the revolution.
Now go, Colonel, assemble your men and get them ready, meet me here at 2400 Hours, dismissed."
Stravosky saluted and left the room, followed by Pavlov.
Wanderjar
24-04-2008, 21:44
The Colonel was always a steadfast individual. No matter how dire the circumstances he never lost his composure, and this time was no exception. However this did not change the fact that what General Stravosky had deeply concerned him.
"This is treason!" He thought to himself as he exited the building. The walk back to his own regimental headquarters was filled by the thoughts of Rosilli's action in response to this permeating his mind. He knew the best move would be to report it. The Government officials in Red City needed to know! But still....a sense of loyalty remained. He kept quiet. Thus he assembled his detachment of Spetznaz troops for a briefing, informing them of the target island and what they would be doing there. These men were good. Damn good. And if anyone could get them the information they needed, as well as the sabotage which would be direly needed for the pre-invasion operations to be successful, it was the GRU's Spetznaz.
OOC: I'll have an invasion post up a little later. Gonna go write it. And since everyone knows that I'm the premier Special Operations guy on NS, I assure you it'll be up to standard with my other operations :cool:
Wanderjar
24-04-2008, 22:10
“Right,” Captain Sergeyev began, “You all know the plan.” The fifteen man team was on a rather large zodiac boat, each man readying his respective personal weapons, gear, etc to hit the beach and proceed towards their objective. “We hit the beach and deflate this boat. We hide it then proceed towards the objective. Got it?”
“Yes Captain,” Sergeant Ivan replied. The Team leader nodded. The Zodiac boat sped into the night against the rushing of the waves coming in against the shore. There was no moon out, and thus this gave the Spetznaz men the upper hand, their night vision equipment allowed them to see what they hoped their enemy could not. Each man had weapon safeties off and muzzles pointed towards the beach. AK-74SUs with suppressors, PK machineguns with specialized suppressor systems, RPG launchers, grenade launchers and grenades, ammunition for everything, explosives, this was the complement of the Spetznaz teams tactical gear. They were ready for battle.
They hit the beach. Immediately the men dismounted the zodiac and deflated it, a coarse hissing emanating forth from within. They quickly grabbed an entrenching tool and covered it with sand, while the others formed a defensive perimeter to watch for enemy shore patrols. Once finished, the team reassembled into three four man fire teams. Each team would proceed together, but spaced out several meters in a wedged formation. Advancing quickly, but quietly, they would proceed to seek out and destroy any Akimonadi Air Defense systems. The WSP intelligence departments, as well as the fly overs which had been done recently, gave them a decent idea where they could find the enemy, and the positions were drawn onto the map by their intelligence directors. They would seek out and eliminate as many of these as possible, destroy fuel depots and harass enemy troops. Once the invasion was underway, they’d fade back towards Soviet lines, rearm, rest, reequip, debrief, and begin new operations.
They did find some of the coastal batteries which had fired at the aircraft several days prior. These positions could be eliminated quickly and without alert, but they would need to observe their foes. And thus, they hunkered down in their positions, and watched the enemy to see what defenses the batteries in question could be expected to have.
The World Soviet Party
25-04-2008, 01:03
Meanwhile, back in Uldar, Stravosky was hammering out the details of the invasion, and as always, had Pavlov in tow. More surprising was the fact that the Secretary was allowed into the High Command, where he would attend the briefing on the Operation, which had been named by Stravosky himself, Thunderstorm.
The plan was simple, after giving the Spetnaz a few days to spread confusion and chaos behind Akimonadi lines, the 4th Light Fleet would sail out on broad-light, apparently making it's way to The World Soviet Party, however, once night came, they would turn around and head for Chipre, it was expected that they would arrive there early in the morning, and thus catch all and any defenders while they were still sleeping.
The A-4s would carry out ground-attack missions, trying to hamper Akimonadi defenses, all that while infantry landed a few miles from the major port and commandos raided the harbour and assault the barracks. All in all, a pretty solid strategy.
The World Soviet Party
28-04-2008, 17:00
Bump
Akimonad
29-04-2008, 01:22
Guard patrols were increased somewhat. The Base Commander didn't know what was going on, but something was fishy and he knew he had to maximize what he had. He wasn't going to get his men back.
Fortunately, that small fleet would be in port in Chipre in about a day as they had lucked out with the weather.
And he had an excuse to get his pilots to fly the F-5s on base again. After they were carefully dusted.
For the moment, though, things were calm. With this final thought, the commander climbed into bed and fell asleep.
******
Private Daniels was on his first sentry patrol at night. He'd done daylight patrols before, but this was totally different. Given the shortage of manpower he'd been ordered to patrol alone. Which only served to frighten him more.
For this particular patrol he was to monitor the coast from a small guard post. Nothing was to come up from the water, though it was doubtful that anything came up besides the native Sea Turtles.
Being the highly alert and adept guard that he was, he was of course fast asleep when the Soviets arrived. He awoke only to catch the final sounds of the boat's engine shutting off.
He jumped to his feet and clicked on the outdoor floodlights. It figures that they'd be mostly out of service.
Shit, he thought, grabbing his flashlight and rifle. He walked out of the small guardhouse and towards the beach. He heard crackling in the woods in the distance.
He walked along the beach, searching for something. Anything. By now the tide had come in and wash agitating the sand on the beach. He shined his flashlight down and-
Hmm, a piece of buried rubber. he thought, looking at a small unearthed piece of the buried inflatable boat. The tide must have washed some of the sand away. He tugged on it and pulled more of it out.
A boat! his mind exclaimed loudly. He ran swiftly back to the guardhouse and thumbed the radio on the desk.
"This is Private Daniels. I need assistance." he said in a somewhat jittery voice.
A few moments later a sleepy voice responded. "What's up?" it asked.
"I've found a small inflatable boat, I think. I think there might be intruders on the island." Daniels said.
"Normally, I'd say you're crazy. But with all the stuff that's been happening that the Base Commander's been talking about I'm not so sure anymore. I'll send a few men."
"Thanks." Daniels replied, putting the mic down.
The next morning the Base Commander was informed of the apparent discovery: an inflatable boat, origin unknown. He bumped the base's readiness up.