Reclamation (Open, MT, ATTN Akimonad) [Archive]

Praetonia

16-05-2008, 19:47

Text of a note handed to the Londonian Government by the Praetonian Ambassador in London[?]; published on Foreign Office website:

Your Majesty Queen Victoria VI,

His Praetannic Majesty's Government has so far attempted to steer a neutral course between the competing interests of Haven and Mediterranica, or as neutral as is possible considering the omnipresent and vital need to secure the lanes of maritime communication and trade free from piracy and war. His Majesty is neither concerned nor much interested by the underlying disagreements that are fuelling this conflict, but the unfortunate tendancy for all who may make themselves involved, however tangentially, to do so and to the best of their ability magnify the conflict beyond all proper proportion has in this instance compelled His Majesty's attention.

The Free City of Fitzrovia, which Your Majesty's forces are in the process of holding at gun-point in an attempt to extort its sovereignty, is a territory of the Federated Empire of Akimonad, which His Majesty has pledged to defend (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=553030). Not only does the policy of deliberately denying to non-combatant citizens a supply of the basic materials of subsistence on which they have become dependent constitute a most cowardly and degenerate means of prosecuting war, it represents a clear material assault against the city and its Sovereign, His Majesty's ally.

I therefore have the honour, on the instructions of my Government, to inform Your Majesty as follows:

His Majesty King George IV, my august Sovereign, with the advice and support of His Government and Commons in this present Parliament assembled, is resolved to end Londinian violence against the people and Sovereign of the Free City of Fitzrovia. To that end, if Your Majesty does not withdraw Her claim of sovereignty over Fitzrovia and issue a public undertaking to end the blockade of Fitzrovia, and never recommence it, within the next 12 hours, or in that time does assault any Akimonadi or other attempt to provide relief to the Free City of Fitzrovia, a State of War shall exist between His Majesty and the Sovereign Commonwealth of British Londinium.

God Save the King.

British Londinium

16-05-2008, 23:43

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Official Communique of the Londinian Government

To: Praetonia
CC: Allies of Praetonia and Akimonad
From: The Office of the Consul of the Londinian Commonwealth

To His Praetannic Majesty the King,

The Commonwealth certainly appreciates the hitherto amicable, or, at the very least, neutral attitude Praetonia has shown to her, and wishes to see that continue into the future. Nonetheless, Akimonadi aggression that threatens the interests of British Londinium cannot go unpunished; Akimonad's actions in the Grestonian theatre, and its utilization of Fitzrovia as a military resupply point is intolerable to the national security of the Commonwealth.

The Commonwealth has yet to lay a claim to the territory of Fitzrovia, nor has the Commonwealth mobilized any forces outside of the regularly stationed border garrisons to restrict access to and fro the Free City. Nonetheless, the measures of Consular Order 102980 will be implemented - unless the Akimonadi government holds, with Londinian observers, a free and fair referendum regarding reunification to hold place.

I ask, Your Majesty, if you wish to avoid the prosecution of war, or the expenditure of Akimonadi and Praetonian lives, to advise your ally to see reason.

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William Lloyd Nately, MP for Ansby
Consul of the Londinian Commonwealth

Akimonad

17-05-2008, 02:43

Situation Room, Kent, Akimonad

"I'm in here too often." Dr. Hodz said, pushing the door to the Situation Room open rather violently. As usual, generals and chiefs of staff sat around the table. This time several cabinet members were in attendance as well.

Dr. Hodz took his seat and looked around. After a few tense moments, he spoke up. "Well..?!" he demanded. "Why am I here?"

The Director for External Affairs spoke up. "As you know, things are rather 'hot' in Mediterranica at the moment."

Dr. Hodz muttered something. They had issued an ultimatum but pretty much let it slip.

"Well, a few hours ago the Londinians issued an open declaration in which they demand Fitzrovia back and threaten force." the Director continued.

"What the hell for?" Hodz queried angrily.

"Evidently we've been using it to undertake attacks upon Greston." the Director said.

Dr. Hodz guffawed loudly. "Their intelligence must be the worst ever. Our base there has done nothing."

"Precisely, sir," said the Army Chief of Staff. "Not a peep out of 'em."

"So what, then?" the Director for External Affairs asked.

"Tell them to bugger off or suffer the consequences." Dr. Hodz said curtly, standing.

"And I better not be back here any time soon." he said, leaving the room.

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Official Statement from the Autocratic Federated Empire

The misplaced aggression and apparent lack of truthful intelligence exhibited by the Londinian Commonwealth is, quite frankly, tiresome. We do not stand in a position to tolerate continued belligerence.

No referendum will be held with the continued lack of responsibility and increasingly bad judgment on the part of the Londinian Commonwealth. The agreement was for the city to be returned when British Londinium had earned it. Well, guess what, you just made that a lot longer in coming.

In the meantime, I expect life in Fitzrovia to continue normally. Any disruption of ANY kind will result in severe retribution. I have nothing to lose and I will not hesitate to force the people of British Londinium to relocate once again.

~Dr. Jules Hodz,
Lord Protector

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First Fitzrovian Fleet

The First Fitzrovian Fleet, arguably one of the largest in the ADF Navy, was presently sitting in port in Fitzrovia.

The flagship of the fleet, AMS Canvatica, a huge Union-class fleet carrier purchased from Isselmere, was preparing to depart for some maneuvers.

Circumstances quickly changed, however. Orders were faxed in from Overseas Fleet Headquarters in Kent almost immediately after Dr. Hodz's message was sent out.

Evidently the Londinians thought that Fitzrovia's boundaries did not extend to the coast. It was unfortunate that they were wrong.

Just to make sure, though, the marines that would have accompanied the carrier battlegroup were dispatched to defend the coastal area. With them were several Type 97 MBTs from Jeuna, as well as M59 "Russ" light tanks. A-16C strike aircraft were put on standby.

Also deployed were two Sky Top airships, which would provide AWACS to the forces in Fitzrovia.

British Londinium

17-05-2008, 03:31

OOC: Incidentally, would it be acceptable, for all parties involved, to keep it a conventional war?

Station Foxtrot-Theta-Sierra
Ebury Stop Line/Coastal Defence Sector FZ
Fitzrovian-Londinian border

"Sir, incoming VLF transmission on the secured band," a lieutenant reported from his desk in the deep concrete bowels of Station FTS. "Authenticity verified by myself and Chief Communications Officer."

The fort's commanding major walked over slowly, placing his weight on the heavy wood cane given to him by the Cazelian wars. "Proceed," he said gruffly. "What does Nyquist have for us today?" The major picked up the piece of paper spewing from the radiotelegraphic printer.

Injunction for Full Alert
To Ebury Stop Line and Coastal Defence Sector FZ units:

AKIMONADI FORCES PREPARING FOR OFFENSIVE OPERATIONS IN DOYLE SEA STOP
FIRST FITZROVIAN FLEET MOBILIZING PRESENTLY STOP
ALL PERSONNEL ARE TO BE PLACED FORTHWITH IN ACTION STATIONS WITHIN STOP LINE REDOUBTS STOP
THE LINES ARE TO BE HELD AT ALL COSTS STOP

ORDERED BY ANDREW CRERAR, MP, MINISTER FOR DEFENCE

The major had little to say; it was neither his place nor his desire to question the orders of his superior officers. He merely nodded to the communications officers and resumed his station at the command post.

Some hundred and fifty feet up, however, the tranquility of the base major failed to carry over. Foxtrot-Theta-Sierra occupied the junction of the Ebury Stop Line and the Coastal Defence Perimeter, which, due to Akimonadi occupation of Fitzrovia, stopped some kilometers away from the so-called "Free City" and turned inwards, transforming into the twenty kilometer wide Ebury Stop Line erected after Fitzrovia's secession; Station FTS, thus, faced attack from two different fronts, and would, in all probability, be one of the first to be assaulted. If FTS and its auxiliary forts caved, Akimonadi and Havenic ground forces would be free to circumvent the Ebury Stop Line and dash north to Wellington.

Hence, Station FTS, and, indeed, the whole of the Ebury Stop Line, was comprised of a seemingly endless field of landmines, anti-tank obstacles, concrete trenches, artillery, anti-tank guns, concrete pillboxes, machine gun nests, anti-air batteries, all manned by the standard twenty regiments and protected by two air wings, with a further hundred regiments and three air wings mobilized at the outset of hostilities.

Meanwhile, out at sea, a different set of orders was issued to the Ninth Royal Navy Fleet, currently sailing towards the general direction of Fitzrovia from Wellington.

Authorization for Enclosurement
To RN 9th Fleet:

AUTHORIZATION TO USE DEADLY FORCE GRANTED STOP
AKIMONADI WARSHIPS ARE TO BE RESTRICTED ACCESS TO FITZROVIA; UNARMED, CIVILIAN TRANSPORTS ARE TO BE ESCORTED WITHOUT DISRUPTION TO THE PORT STOP
REMAIN PREPARED FOR OUTSET OF HOSTILITIES, RETAIN ACTION STATIONS STOP
HOSTILE OVERTURES BY AKIMONAD TO BE REPORTED AND RESPONDED TO PROMPTLY STOP

ORDERED BY ANDREW CRERAR, MP, MINISTER FOR DEFENCE

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Official Londinian Communiqué

To: Dr. Jules Hodz
From: The Office of the Consul of the Londinian Commonwealth

Dr. Hodz,

If Akimonad has no aggressive or harmful overtures to make towards the Commonwealth, then why, pray tell, has one of the largest fleets in your navy been deployed to Fitzrovia? If, indeed, the Secret Intelligence Service is to not be trusted when it reports that the First Fitzrovian Fleet is a veritable armada of warships, then what quite is it?

The arrogance and pomp of Akimonad reveals itself at moments like these, when it consciously chooses the path of war, when the Commonwealth desires only for a referendum to be held and the redeployment of the First Fitzrovian Fleet elsewhere. Are these truly, Dr. Hodz, unreasonable requests?

Regardless, Dr. Hodz, you seem to hold the Commonwealth in ill-regard, which is surprisingly convenient, since she holds your claim of Londinian territorial waters as those of Fitzrovia in equally poor regards. I, again, ask that you see reason, and may God grant that you do for your sake, unless, of course, your fleets were designed to be rusting hulks nestled in the ocean bed.

ChevyRocks

17-05-2008, 03:57

Chevrokian Aerospace CA1000-520
Plan 9 Airways, Akimonadi Registration AM-P9AF
FL360, 250 km South of Fitzrovia

Captain Theodor Nilsson particularly liked the job of a delivery pilot. He didn’t have to worry about annoying the passengers, so he could climb out of airports or descend at steeper angles when the situation allowed. After some thirty years of flying, ten years as a Valkyrie pilot and another twenty flying commercial passenger planes, his “retirement” was flying brand-new CA1000 long-range airliners to their customers all over the world.

This particular flight, at very long range, to the Fitzrovian base of operations for the Akimonadi Plan 9 Airways, brought back his skills learned in the Chevrokian Republic Air Force; namely, the ability to keep alert on a very long flight, and the ability to position his plane accurately for aerial refueling, which had occurred several times along the trip. Now as he prepared to get ready for landing at the Fitzrovia airport, he was perfectly ready for a good night’s rest after such a long flight.

“Fitzrovia Approach, Ninerliner Zero-Zero-Three is with you, Flight Level 360, inbound.” He keyed on the mic.

“Ninerliner Zero-Zero-Three, roger, squawk one-zero-five-three.”

“Squawk one-zero-five-three, Ninerliner Zero-Zero-Three.” Nilsson’s second-in-command tuned the aircraft’s transponder to 1053 and made sure it was in the proper mode setting.

“Ninerliner Zero-Zero-Three, roger, radar contact, one-five-zero miles south of the airport. Descend and maintain one-eight thousand feet, expect vectors for the ILS runway 35 Left approach, Fitzrovia.”

“Fitzrovia Approach, Ninerliner Zero-Zero Three, descend and maintain one-eight thousand, will expect vectors for the runway 35 Left approach.”

Nilsson throttled back the four Aralonian-made RoksPas RP-65C turbofans, ordered by Plan 9 to be fitted to their CA1000s in place of the usual Chevrokian-made engines, and the aircraft started on its descent.

“Say Hans, why don’t you get us some weather information from the ATIS.”

“Right-o, I’ll get to that.”

The second-in-command, Hans Niksberg tuned his radio over to the ATIS frequency to listen to weather and local area information.

Fitsrovia weather information Romeo, 17:53 Zulu. Winds 320 at 7. Visibility clear. Sky conditions; few clouds at 6,000, scattered at 25,000. Temperature 20, dewpoint 9, altimeter 29.95. Notice to airmen, AWACS airships operating in the vicinity of Fitzrovia, remain on approach frequency for traffic advisories. Landing and departing runways 35 left and 35 right. All arrivals from the east contact tower 120.55, all other arrivals contact tower 118.4. Read back all runway and hold short instructions, advise on initial contact you have Romeo.

Hans wrote down all the information on his kneeboard, and then showed Theodor the same.

“Looks like they’ve got some nice weather down there, today. Should be a good end to this flight.”

He had heard some news about the situation in Fitzrovia, apparently the Londinians were claiming the city as part of their territory again. It did not seem to affect the immediate future however. Before arriving, they had checked the many multitudes of sources for aviation advisories and information, and none of them had indicated any change in status for the air space and approach corridor for Fitzrovia.

As of yet, they had no sense that anything was amiss.

British Londinium

17-05-2008, 22:54

Royal Air Force Base Corcyra
Corcyra, the Commonwealth

The piercing drone of the facility's klaxons shrieked through the early morning fog, reverberating for kilometers in the dense, nebulous gray.

"Possible tango detected, bearing two hundred and seventy degrees," shouted a radar officer in the base command post. "Seventy klicks south, closing on Fitzrovia! I repeat, tango detected!"

Three Eurofighter Typhoon aircraft scrambled into the air, speeding on an intercept course for the inbound aircraft. In a few minutes, the airplanes were within visual range, approaching perpendicularly.

"Nodak Seven to base, ah, IFF shows tango as Akimonadi passenger liner," one pilot radioed. "Missiles ready to fire - confirm, over."

"Negative, negative," the radio squawked back at the pilot. "Hold fire until purpose can be ascertained."

The pilot began to address the Akimonadi liner into his radio.

"Aircraft AM-P9AF, this is the Royal Londinian Air Force. Please identify passengers, cargo, and intent immediately, or be shot down."

ChevyRocks

18-05-2008, 00:38

Chevrokian Aerospace CA1000-520
Plan 9 Airways, Akimonadi Registration AM-P9AF
FL180, South of Fitzrovia

"Fitzrovia Approach, Ninerliner Zero-Zero-Three, level flight, one-eight thousand feet, with information Romeo." Nilsson radioed.

"Ninerliner Zero-Zero-Three, stand by, detecting unknown traffic converging with your course, at your three-o'clock, five miles and closing."

"Fitzrovia Approach, Ninerliner Zero-Zero-Three, roger looking for traffic."

Nilsson looked out his left window to find the unknown traffic. After a few moments searching, his eye caught three specs moving fast towards the plane. A few moments later, their shape became more distinguisable, and they began to take up positions around the CA1000, with one off each side of the plane, with Nilsson guessing the third plane which he couldn't see was sitting on his dead six.

"Hans, am I crazy, or am I seeing fighter planes here?"

"I'm seeing the same thing you are."

Then a sudden communication blasted over the intercom.

"Aircraft AM-P9AF, this is the Royal Londinian Air Force. Please identify passengers, cargo, and intent immediately, or be shot down."

Theodor and Hans looked at each other. Nilsson felt like he should have been surprised by this course of events, but having heard about the Londinians in the past, it wasn't incredibly surprising.

"Hans, get on with tower, and tell them what's up, I'm gonna talk to these Londinians, I guess."

Hans switched the radio panel to split frequencies, so his communications were seperate from those of Theodor.

"Fitzrovia Tower, Ninerliner Zero-Zero-Three, we have located and identified unknown traffic. Three Royal Londinian Air Force fighter planes have intercepted us, south of Fitzrovia."

Meanwhile, on the initial frequency, Theodor radioed to the fighters.

"Royal Londinian Air Force fighters, this is Ninerliner Zero-Zero-Three, scheduled delivery flight from Chevrokian Aerospace, Jemtland final assembly plant to Plan 9 Airways, Fitzrovia base of operations. Manifest consists of six persons on board; myself, co-pilot, and two relief crews. No cargo onboard at this time. Intent is to land at Fitzrovia International Airport, we are already on with Fitzrovia approach control."

British Londinium

18-05-2008, 00:53

Above the Doyle Sea

The lead pilot, call sign Nodak Seven, relayed the newly obtained information to Corycra quickly. In the meantime, the three Typhoons swooped around the Chevrokian liner, with two of the fighters taking positions on the plane's starboard and port sides; the third took position directly in front of the cockpit.

"Corycra to interdiction sortie," the base commander's voice crackled through the radio. "Aircraft in question is immune from fire unless action patterns change. Proceed with escort, over."

"Roger that, over," the lead pilot signaled curtly. He changed his frequency back to that of the Chevrokian aircraft. "Ninerliner Zero-Zero-Three, do not deviate from your current flight path. You are to be escorted into Fitzrovian airspace; any deviation will be viewed as a hostile action. Do you understand?"

Anagonia

18-05-2008, 01:25

Official Proclamation by the Chief Governor
For the interest of protecting the Allies of our Lords in Nova Pictavia

Leaders of British Londinium,

It has long been said that your forces were massive, unbeatable, untamed. Yet time and again in history you tried to topple the strongest nations in the world, and where therefore beaten to your knees in submission. I see again a resurgence into what could be seen as a power grab. I must unfortunatley tell you we will not allow this, to allow your style of tyranny and injustice to infect the world at large.

I see now how cowardly you are. If anyone deserves to be attacked by you, it is Anagonia. For we are devoted to destroying and toppling the power that is the Mediterranican Union, for they have engaged willingly against our Lords in Nova Pictavia. Your people are cowards because you choose to pick on the weakest among us, and choose to enter in battle in the most dishonorable of means. This, in tern, is seen by us as a weakness. For you are afraid. Afraid of a repeat of the Power that is the Super Power of Automagfreek.

I believe firmly that if the Akimonad demand assistance from the United Republic of Anagonia, that there will be a repeat of your devistating defeat. While we in no way compare to our friends and allies in Freekia, we will bring upon you a shadow of the past that will remind you of your place in things. You are the lower end of the food chain. So low, in fact, that every nation wants a taste of the sweet meat provided by the bones of your fallen.

I say this with the lightest of intentions, for I honestly believe this pathetic attempt at power grabbing is nothing more than an idiotic attempt at show of force. You will be defeated, as you always have been. There is no doubt. If we are called, we will assure your defeat. Again, no doubt, your doom is assured, and history always repeats to those that don't learn their mistakes.

Yours in destruction,
Johnny Standford
Chief Governor of the United Republic of Anagonia

OOC: I don't plan on getting involved, but if I do I'll just probably send some subs to my dirty work. Either way, any IC comments is not to be taken OOCly, as I have nothing but respect for you Britty. Just a little IC fun.

Cheers, and ya'll have an awesome RP!

ChevyRocks

18-05-2008, 02:41

Chevrokian Aerospace CA1000-520
Plan 9 Airways, Akimonadi Registration AM-P9AF
FL180, South of Fitzrovia

"Ninerliner Zero-Zero-Three, do not deviate from your current flight path. You are to be escorted into Fitzrovian airspace; any deviation will be viewed as a hostile action. Do you understand?"

Theodor sighed, looking over at Hans he said "Well I guess they're not gonna shoot us down, at least not yet. They intend to escort us to Fitzrovian airspace."

Nilsson keyed the mic, and speaking with an annoyed tone "Roger Londinian air force planes, understand clearly."

After transmitting the message, Nilsson shook his head. "Perhaps we should ask the flight service station guys to issue new NOTAMs. 'Notice to airmen, Londinian fighters harassing civilian flights into Fitzrovia,' something like that?"

Hans laughed at that, and the two went back to listening to ATC communications.

"Say, sounds like there's at least a half-dozen more civvies behind us that I've heard so far. More planes for the Londinians to bother, I guess."

Some time later, after Theodor and Hans had landed, they watched as the following aircraft came in and landed. After a good wait, they counted at least a dozen freighter planes, variants of the CA1000, and all bearing the colors of Chevrokian Airways. They watched with a certain curiosity as the freighters taxied to a remote section of the airport, were pulled into a series of hangars, and the doors were closed shortly afterwards.

"Now that..." Theodor said "is a rather curious happening. You think the Londinians have satellites over Fitzrovia watching all this?"

"Oh I'd guarantee it. The question is, how long before they start asking what those planes were doing?"

Aralonia

18-05-2008, 03:41

[ABOARD ARALONIAN AIRCRAFT REGISTRATION AR-CHOD]
[ARALONIAN CARGO AIRWAYS SERVICE, GENOARD G650-600F]
[APPROXIMATELY 400KM SOUTH OF FITZROVIA, FL395]

“Fitzrovia Approach, this is Interpret eight-two-four-zero, reading you loud and clear. Understood, repeating your transmission, 'Notice to airmen, Londinian fighters harassing civilian flights into Fitzrovia,' aye.” Captain Kyle Natcolm leaned back slightly in the pilot's seat, taking his hand off the sidestick for a moment to stretch a finger. Like most other airliner pilots for the Aralonian Air Group, he was an ex-RAF pilot. Specifically, he fought in the 1983 Coercian War of Reclamation, flying an old F-a83D model during the long island-hop in the Sparsely chain. He could still hear the flak smacking into the wings of his poor fighter, if he closed his eyes and let his mind wander, which hopefully would occur without any sort of disturbance from, say, an air traffic controller.

“Interpret Eight-Two-Four-Zero, this is Fitzrovia Approach, we've got a problem with your flight...”

Ah, to hell with my luck. Natcolm grinned and pressed a button on the center console. “Fitzrovia Approach, this is Interpret Eight-Two-Four-Zero. What's the problem?”

“Er... Radar seems to detect that you're a very, very, very large aircraft. Registration database for your plane, AR-CHOD, and the rest of the planes in your flight, AR-CHON, AR-CHAT, and AR-CHET, show that they're all G650-600F models, like yours. We... don't seem to understand your radar profile. And they also seem to be very, very, very close to you.”

Natcolm smiled again and spoke, instead of airliner pilot-clarity-English, in his natural drawl. “Son, you know what this plane is capable of?”
“No, Interpret Eight-Two-Four-Zero, I do not.”
“This is a Genoard Air Industries Gee-Six-Five-Zero-Dash-Six-Zero-Zero-Eff. It has a maximum takeoff weight of One-Point-Six million dry pounds – that's Seven-Three-Zero thousand kilograms for you metric lovers. Each one of these six engines has a thrust of eighty thousand and five hundred fifty six pounds of thrust.” You could hear the goddamn capital letters. “We are the most stable goddamned aircraft in the world, and I'll be damned if the skipper at the Ay-Oh-Ay-Ess headquarters back in Tarina doesn't know that, because he's the bastard that old us to fly in formation, and he's the bastard that chose his eight best pilots to do this. Am I clear?”
“...”
“...”
“...Interpret Eight-Two-Four-Zero, you're loud and clear. Let's hope you just don't land like that.”

A buzz of static, and the radio to ATC shut off, and the band changed to the flight of four's combined setting, which immediately burst into already-occuring laughter.

“Shoot, Killjoy, that was great!”
“Like back in old times, right, Graphite?”
“Aw, hell, you were louder back then.”
"Madness?"
"This is Aralonia!"
“I remember you being the loudest one, Boner!”
“Shut the hell up! We've got work to do!”

Kyle Natcolm, ex-RAF Commander, callsign “Killjoy”, stared out the front of his plane right at the tail of Aralonian Cargo Airways Service AR-CHAT, then to the left at AR-CHET, then to the right at AR-CHON.

If a fighter pilot were to look straight at the ACAS planes, he'd be excessively surprised to see four massive planes flying a close diamond formation.

British Londinium

18-05-2008, 03:55

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Official Communique of the Londinian Government

To: All nations
From: The Office of the Consul of the Londinian Commonwealth

The Commonwealth, at this point in time, views its efforts in the reclamation of Fitzrovia to be fruitless in a peaceful reunification. A costly and bloody war for the Akimonadi would inevitably result if Fitzrovia were to be taken by force, and I would hate to dirty the streets with the blood of fallen Havenic soldiers. Therefore, the enclosure restrictions are hereby lifted for air and sea.

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William Lloyd Nately, MP for Ansby
Consul of the Londinian Commonwealth

Akimonad

19-05-2008, 00:33

AMS Vegeta, Sky Top-class airship

The No Endorsian-made airship, with its AESA radar making up the balloon of the blimp, was presently hovering some 30,000 feet above Fitzrovia in general. Its AESA would allow it to see a radius of 500 nautical miles. Sufficient for air defense of the city.

Most of the activity was far from Fitzrovia when there was any.

The airship was also tracking the progress of the CA1000 airliners.

All of the sudden the other contacts appeared, heading towards the civilian airliners. It was enough, though, that they were in Fitzrovian airspace.

"What the dickens?!" the radar operate exclaimed upon seeing the anomaly. He immediately grabbed the microphone and ordered ten TF-71 Shadowhawks to intercept.

On the ground, the TF-71s, already stocked and fueled for this sort of contingency, rolled out onto the runway and shot into the sky.

The radar operator turned around to face his commander. "Are those TF-71s airborne?" he demanded.

"Er, yes. It took them about five minutes." the radar operator replied.

"Five minutes too long. Well, let's fire this baby up."

"Sir? It's already operating."

"No, son, not like that. See that switch?" the XO said, pointing to a switch labeled "EW Console Power". "Flip it on."

The radar operator did so, and within moments the huge AESA array of the airship began transmitting on all radar bands except X-band, effectively jamming every radar set in the area. Hopefully, the Londinians would be caught off guard.

"Hand me that mic," the XO said. The radar operator gave it to him.

"Attention all airborne forces," the XO boomed into the mic, "Protocol Triple-Six is now in effect. The musicmaker will change songs on the ten. That is all."

The radar operator looked at the XO with confusion. "What did you order?" he asked.

"Nothing. I just told them that we're jamming now and the frequency we're not jamming will change every ten minutes."

The radar operator crooked an eyebrow.

*****
Fast Reaction Squadron SQ-229

The double squadron of ten TF-71s had taken off immediately after being ordered, only to find their radars to be largely inoperative.

Fortunately the message from the Vegeta cleared things up. Each of the pilots flipped a switch and their radar appeared again, albeit on a different frequency than before.

"Firehawk Leader, this is Lightning. The bogeys are leaving, and fast." one of the squadron pilots radioed.

"Not on my watch. Go supersonic, we'll get them."

Vapor clouds formed around the fighter jets as they gunned their throttles. They overflew the airbase just as the Londinian jets landed.

"I think they landed, Firehawk."

"Roger, lightning. We have permission to engage as we see fit, however. And I see it fit to fire Mavericks at this place."

A stream of "Roger" followed. The planes turned and came back towards the base. At 10 km away, they fired AGM-65 Maverick missiles towards the base.

*****
Situation Room, Kent, Akimonad

"WHY AM I IN HERE SO SOON?!" Dr. Hodz demanded, bursting through the door.

"Well, sir, the Londinians appeared to have called of the blockade." said the Director of External Affairs.

"Oh, that's good news." Hodz said, the red draining out of his face.

"But this comes as a surprise. All of the sudden they just backed down."

"So, what do you want to do?" Hodz asked.

"I took the liberty of making some... arrangements with allies." the Director replied.

"And you propose a buildup of forces?"

"Precisely."

"Hmm. Sure, why not."

At that moment a messenger burst in.

"Dr. Hodz, a squadron in Fitzrovia bombed a Londinian airbase!" he said quickly.

"What?! Why?" Hodz asked.

"They had authorization to fire, but we couldn't reach them to tell them that that authorization was rescinded."

"Great. Just great." Hodz said.

ChevyRocks

19-05-2008, 01:25

Theodor awoke after a good night’s sleep at the airport hotel, following his endurance flight to deliver the CA1000 to Plan 9 Airways. He turned on the local news to see that the Londinians had stood down on their blockade of Fitzrovia, and now shipping and air travel was proceeding into the city unabated. He walked over to the window, and upon opening the curtains, observed as the airport was filled to capacity with all manner of aircraft. He could easily see long lines of aircraft circling in the traffic pattern, waiting to land.

He called up Hans, in the room adjacent. Judging by his responses, he had probably still been asleep.

“Uhhhgggg … hello?”

“Hans, it’s Theodor.”

“Uhhhgggg … what do you want?”

“I want you to get your ass out of bed and look out the window.”

“Why … ?”

“Because I said get your ass up and do it, alright? It’s not that difficult.”

“Uhhhggg … fine, I’m up, I’m up.” Hans stumbled over to the window, and upon seeing the same thing, responded “Holy shit. When the fuck did this happen?”

“Last night, it appears. The Londinians lifted their blockade and also their harassment of civilian transit, so they’ve been flooding in cargo like crazy. My guess is they’ve got a lot of military stuff coming off of those planes. What say we check it out after breakfast?”

About an hour later, Theodor and Hans were walking the tarmac at the airport, identification clearly visible so they weren’t a security risk. Deciding that the airport was too damned huge to walk across, they managed (after much discussion) to borrow a service truck from the airport maintenance building. They tuned the truck’s radio into the ground frequency so they could keep tabs of aircraft taxiing in and out of the ramps.

They drove past row upon row of freighter planes, mostly made up of aircraft from Genoard or Chevrokian Aerospace. At one point they had to quickly cross a taxiway to avoid being run over by a hulking G650 freighter plane. From all these planes they saw many multitudes of shipping containers being unloaded, then loaded onto trucks … trucks painted olive drab. In fact, they began to notice many of the workmen unloading the planes were wearing camo uniforms. Clearly this was a military effort.

Driving parallel to one of the main runways, they observed an older CA1000 freighter taking off. Prior to the availability of suitable powerplants, many early CA1000s were fitted with eight J-93 turbojets from surplus Valkyries, afterburners and all. Though the ‘burners were typically only used in situations with high takeoff weights and/or short runways, occasionally the pilots decided to have fun, as in this case, and use the burners to climb out of the airport at steep angles. There was a reason why the only CA1000s still fitted with J-93s were freighters, because human passengers in airliners would typically complain about such a flight path.

More driving, and they came across another rather curious sight on the far end of the airport. The dozen or so Chevrokian Airways cargo planes they spotted the previous day being whisked away to rather secretive hangars were now preparing to taxi away. But in their place, they saw what appeared to be a full squadron of fighter aircraft. Big fighters, or rather, interceptors. Delta winged, with a single tail and twin engines. And there appeared to be technicians in NBC gear taking readings around the aircraft, and testing equipment. It suddenly dawned on Theodor, and he started laughing.

“THIS … is great. They went and shipped a squadron of nukejet powered interceptors here by airlifting them.”

British Londinium

19-05-2008, 02:19

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Official Communiqué

To: The Akimonadi Autocrated Federal Empire
From: The Office of the Consul of the Londinian Commonwealth

Dr. Hodz,

Your assault on LAFB Corycra is inexcusable, considering the recent standing-down of Londinian Forces and the hitherto lack of violent action on the part of the Commonwealth.

The Crown and Parliament of the Commonwealth demand an explanation for this assault, assurances of no further military action, and reparations to the tune of five hundred million to repair the facility.

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The Rt. Hon. William Lloyd Nately, MP for Ansby
Consul of the Londinian Commonwealth

Greston

19-05-2008, 02:39

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Official Grestonian Comminque

To: All Parties Involved
From: President and Imperial Parliamentarian Sir Jerry Striker
Subject: Bombing of Londinion Airbase

This act of treachery and warmongering is so appalling beyond all matters that I have taken my time away from coordinating attacks on the illegal Pictish base to send this message. I wish to inquire why you are attacking this sovereign land when the worst of their deeds was to ask for land that is rightfully theirs back? Akimonadi Fiztrovia does not deserve to be marked on any map nor should it be the staging point for assualts and warring upon the new, democratic government of British Londinium. As an ally of the Commonwealth I look down upon your attack. But at the same time I face the men of nations much bigger than my own coming to attack my land and stain my soil with blood. So to that point all I can do is such, look down upon Akimonad. This is the only form of action I can make for now but mind you, when we are ridden of the Pictish stain we will come for you, be it in Fitzrovia or in your homeland.

Vetaka

19-05-2008, 15:39

Vetakan Defence Force Naval Ship (VDFNS) Blue Peter, Flagship of the Vetakan Merchant Naval Fleet "Emily Pearce", Internationally Recgonised Maritime Approach Coridoor to Akimonad Fiztrovia Terroritorial Waters:

In the aftermath of the Vetakan Pirate Wars the resulting Government review recommended that Vetakan Merchant Shipping be greater supported by the then Republican Government and the Vetakan Military. As a result the Vetakan Merchant Navy was formed which all Vetakan Registered Shipping Companies had to be a member of. In return the Vetakan Government and Military provided free training and support to Crews and provided international support through the Vetakan Defence Forces to any Vetakan Merchant Vessal around the world.

The arrangement was hugely successful with the Vetakan Merchant Navy becoming an extremely capable, diverse and professional Merchant Group. As a result it was no surprise that the Merchants rose to the challenge when asked to transport 800 Infantry Fighting Vehicles to the volatile Akimonad Fiztrovia region. The 800 IFV's where Kriegzimmer in orgin and where being transported to Akimonad ownership as part of a deal with the Hodz Government of Akimonad the transfer all formed a part of Vetaka's Strategic Ground Combat Review. As a result after being loaded up into 9 Andromeda Class RO-RO Cargo Ships the Cargo Ship had set sail on the careful watch of 2 Type 38 Class "Principal Destroyers" of the Vetakan Naval Defence Force Escorts. That was a month or so ago well before the current crisis within the destination region, it was just unfortunate the delivery was probably going to intensify the situation. Something the Vetakans didn't intend to or want but a deal was a deal.

The Fleet had left Vetaka numbering 11 but was arriving within Fiztrovia numbering 15 as it had been joined by additional escorts of the Vetakan Navy these being 1 additional Type 38, 2 Type 23 Anti Submarine Warfare Frigates and 1 Admiral Class Strike Curiser which was acting as Flagship. As the Fleet approached the Cruisers Admiral whom was also Commondore the Fleet nervously paced the bridge constantly affirming his position ensuring he was in Akimonad Waters and constantly eyeing his Radar and Sonar Operations whom shuddered nervously under the pressure. As they neared the city the Commondore sent an open message:

"Attention Fiztrovia Maritime Control this is Commondore Anton Faliek of Vetakan Merchant Fleet "Emily Pearce" numbering 15 ships. Due to Deliver 800 IFV's to Akimonad Forces within the Region. Request update on Docking and Unloading Details? ETA to Holding Zone 1 Hour, 13 Minutes. We have had the update from the Vetakan Admiralty regarding the current political deadlock, request update from yourselves regarding the issue?"

Anton whilst awaiting a response ordered the fleet to slow slightly and turned to his XO:

"Just brief me once again on this so I am clear, what security arrangements do we have aboard the Cargo Ships?"

The XO nodded and responded:

"I have personally reviewed the files of the crews they are all experienced and have all completed levels 1,2 and 3 in Merchant Maritime Defence and Security. A number of them have served within the Vetakan, Wagdogian or Animarinian Navies and have combat experience. We also now have a 21 strong contingent of Marines on each Cargo Ship that where transferred in on our rendezvous with 4th Fleet. Each Andromeda has also been fitted with a number Oerlikon 20 mm Cannon's with secured Stinger Missiles located with them. The Ships have also been supplied a stocked secured Armoury for the crew to utilize in Emergency. This consists of additional Stinger Missiles, Body Armour, SP-45 Pistols, P90 Rifles, Grenades, a couple of Shotguns and the odd Sniper Rifle".

The Commondore shifted nervously these where uncertain times within this region. He was sure his fleet was been monitored by the Royal Londinium Airforce, Londinium Spy Satellites and judging by the odd scattered contact ping on Sonar a Londinium Submarine. The only comfort the Commondore could take solace in was the large Akimonad fleet at Fiztrovia and the fact the fleet was only due to spend one night in Fiztorvia. The Commondore yet again proceeded to pace his bridge much to annoyance of his Operations Staff.

Aurum Domus

19-05-2008, 15:53

OOC: Vetaka am back on NS?

Antigr

19-05-2008, 16:49

OOC:

Greston, read all of this very carefully. It concerns you, and I need a reply from both you and BL.

IC:

ANTIGRAN DIPLOMATIC TRANSMISSION
The United Royal Kingdom of Antigr

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To: Whom It May Concern
From: King Hallen-Ottestad, Head of State, J.H.X. Pierce, President

While the Londinian peoples are known worldwide for unneccessary military deployments, very bad decisions, and overreacting to any fly that considers itself a threat, their claim that cities within Akimonad are being used for war purposes against Greston, an ally of the United Royal Kingdom, are serious, nonetheless to a level where millions may, and possibly already have, being killed.

However, King Ottestad does not support British Londinium in this conflict; and thus a rather complicated situation appears.
Antigr very much disproves of the Londinian overreaction and breach of Akimonad sovreignity, Greston remains a member of the ADAN and, thus, an ally of the peoples of Antigr.

But, the Grestonian reply was hostile, not to Akimonad, but to British Londinium.
We therefore go ahead to highly condemn British Londinium's mad actions and demands the retreat of it's forces from anywhere near Fitzrovia, or you will regret.

Antigr awaits a reply from Greston inquiring whether it would be an act of 'assisting the enemy' to aid the defenders of Akimonad and Fitzrovia, and, if it is not, then you will face the consequences, sir, be they economic, political, or military.

Akimonad

19-05-2008, 21:55

[OOC: I'll have a post in a few hours. Until then, someone hold the fort.]

British Londinium

19-05-2008, 22:18

Vanteland

20-05-2008, 01:49

OOC: Aki, I've decided against last night's metagaming, so you can expect a war from this, as long as you're willing for the occasional day without a post.

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Official Communiqué

To: The United Royal Kingdom of Antigr
From: Minister of Foreign Affairs, Edward Weigley

Pray tell, Your Majesty, how is demanding reparations following an unlawful act of war on the part of Akimonad unjust? The Rt. Hon. Consul is not out of line, in any way, in authorizing the buildup of Londinian forces along the Fitzrovian border.

Her Majesty's Government maintains that, unless a full apology is issued by the Akimonadi government, and reparations are made for the damages to the Royal Londinian Air Force Base Corycra, Haven's stranglehold on Fitzrovia will be eliminated once and for all.

Sincerely,
The Rt. Hon. Edward Weigley

The Vantanian Commonwealth, being supportive of her great ally, the Londinians, supports the Londinians in this act. Londinian sovereignty in Fitzrovia has been disrupted, and we will not stand as these noble peoples are ripped from their newly found justness; nay, we say that if Akimonad does not follow Londinian wishes as stated, than the might of the Londinians, augmented by the crème de la crème, the Vantanian military, shall descend upon Fitzrovia. Choose wisely.

Buddha C

20-05-2008, 02:06

(OOC: BL, perhaps you would enjoy a little assistance?)

Maldorians

20-05-2008, 02:10

British Londinium

20-05-2008, 02:10

(OOC: BL, perhaps you would enjoy a little assistance?)

OOC: Indeed I would. It'd be very much appreciated.

Buddha C

20-05-2008, 02:13

(OOC: Well, I'm going to assume that for one reason or another the bombing killed a Cnian tourist that was related to someone inside the air base, which gave him a tour. Si?)

British Londinium

20-05-2008, 02:13

(OOC: Well, I'm going to assume that for one reason or another the bombing killed a Cnian tourist that was related to someone inside the air base, which gave him a tour. Si?)

OOC: Fine with me, go right ahead.

Buddha C

20-05-2008, 02:37

To: Whoever Attacked the Air Base (lulz?)
From: Buddha Ciao

One Cnian was killed due to an uncalled for attack on a Londinian Base. The one death of this Cnian may not seem important enough for a full military response in your social class network, but in our system, the death of any Buddha C citizen is the same as a declaration of war against our paradise of a nation. Therefore, we will be declaring a state of heightened alert against the following nation, Akimonad. We assure the world that this simply means that deployment of military assets will be moved towards British Londinium, and unless authorized by the nation's government, will not move into national waters.

Following this we fully support the Londinian declaration against the aggressive nations. Following that we will also send for several transportation barges to take any willing Cnian citizens. If those who have decided to stay behind are killed there will be no pause in the military reply from me, or my nation. The killers will be dealt with, either Akimonad, Londinium or Cnian themselves.
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Admiral Wuu disembarked along with the rest of the 2nd Aqua Tactical Corps., a massive fleet consisting of eight Honor-Class Dreadnoughts, six Jamaica-Class Aircraft Carriers, fifty-one Saint-Class Anti-Air Boats, sixty-two Odyssey-Class Anti-Missile Boats, fourteen Spartan-Class Troop Carriers, and thirty-one Seawolf-Class Submarines, and assorted logistics.

The formation was one expected of Cnian naval commanders, Dreadnoughts forming an iron defense, the submarines lurking bellow, switching between the protection of the iron and attacking outside of it. The anti-air and anti-missile boats positioned themselves in a second ring within the iron and the troop and aircraft carriers remained inside, while the logistics would enter the iron in times of attack.

The journey would take a week and within that time the Buddha requested an audience with the British Londinium government and all those who are allied with her. The meeting would either be one of war or peace, though it was by a narrow thread of Cnian cool-headedness that stopped the countries from beginning a war, a war that could have possibly killed millions over the death of just one man by a idiotic air strike.

(OOC: Sorry for the crappy post but there's nothing for me to right on, anyways I got your AIM BL and we just need to get your allies involved.)

Vetalia

20-05-2008, 03:31

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Proconsular Council of the Meritocratic Republic of Vetalia

General Order 77984, enacted April 25th 2088

We have reviewed the situation in British Londinium and are gravely concerned at the growing hostility towards their activities in and around Fitzrovia. To ensure the continued recovery and security of the Londinian state, we are hereby authorizing the mobilization of 10 armored divisions, 25 mechanized divisions, and 20 infantry divisions for deployment to Londinian territory. These forces will be sent via naval convoy and will arrive as quickly as is practicable given the conditions in Mediterranica.

Furthermore, one of the seven command groups of the Vetalian Northern Naval Command will be dispatched to strengthen the blockade against Fitzrovia, with our government giving its firmest support to the Londinian demands against Akimonad. Air forces have been placed on alert and are ready to assault Fitzrovia and any nearby Akimonadi targets if necessary as well as to intercept threats from other states to Londinian territories. We urge the Akimonadi government to settle this dispute and to reign in its provocative actions against our ally. The Colonial Army has been given its own orders to prepare defensive measures for Londinian colonies.

If the situation escalates further, more severe action will be initiated. The full force of the Vetalian military can and will be used in the event that we deem the situation no longer resolvable through negotiation.

Antigr

20-05-2008, 16:22

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Official Mandalorian Statement

The Tyrannical Mandalorian Empire fully supports British Londinium in its most justified task. We are willing to support our brothers with whatever will be needed, be it logistical support or military equipment. Mandalorian soldiers can be summoned in the blink of an eye to aid British Londinium from its vile aggressors. Together we can purge the infidels from this Earth!

Mandálii kote cu'di'ra tavl'o kel'lum and Allahu Ackbar!"

~The Mandalore.

I like a well-RPed war...the kind where you mass-missile your enemies in IC but in OOC you're still friends.

Anyway, back to the subject -

Mal, read this carefully.

- By doing this, you're betraying the ADAN's standpoint, thus you will be expelled/attacked/both. No, really.

Clandonia Prime

20-05-2008, 16:39

Official Clandonian Response
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Open Declaration:

His Majesty's Government stands firmly behind the Autocratic Federated Empire of Akimonad and its sovereignty over the free city of Fitzrovia. Along with our Royal Georgian League allies the Imperial Crown Kingdom has the full obligation to defend Akimonad and the build up of Londinium military forces on the border of the city is a clear sign of unwarranted aggression against a primarily civilian target. Those nations that wish to support the rogue nation of a British Londinium should be made aware of the maritime power of Royal Georgian League members and the Crown Government and the expeditionary forces which can be sent.

British Londinium has been controlled by both the Imperial Crown and the Crown Commonwealth of Praetonia in the past, should they continue their actions against our Akimonadi allies and the free city of Fitzrovia then a return to Imperial Rule appears likely. The continuing support of rogue Mediterranica states by The Mediterranican Union is despicable and they will only have themselves to blame should war come to their shores.

God save the King

Prime Minister Sir David Sistilin

Maldorians

20-05-2008, 17:10

OOC: Antigr, what are you talking about?

Antigr

20-05-2008, 17:19

OOC: Antigr, what are you talking about?

ADAN already stands against BL, before you posted with your reply. ADAN won't neccessarily get involved, but Hurty's tempted.

Maldorians

20-05-2008, 17:32

ADAN already stands against BL, before you posted with your reply. ADAN won't neccessarily get involved, but Hurty's tempted.

OOC: Why, because of that one time he n00ked that noob? And are you serious? You guys plan on backstabbing your own member? No where in the ADAN Charter does it talk about supporting a nation which HT happens to dislike. If you can somehow show me such a phrase in the charter, I will be quite surprised. Until then, I will be assisting BL.

Vetaka

20-05-2008, 21:24

OOC:

Enough!

This is an IC Thread, as such to preserve a good thread take your ADAN Politics to your Alliance Thread, MSN or mIRC Please?

British Londinium

20-05-2008, 21:26

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Official Communiqué

Open Declaration,

The buildup of military forces along the Fitzrovian border is in direct response to the unwarranted and wholly unnecessary bombing of a Londinian airbase after the short-lived blockade of Akimonadi territory was lifted. The Commonwealth's offer of an armistice in lieu of armed response still stands; the Londinian Crown and Parliament have made all efforts for peace.

Notwithstanding, the Commonwealth must remain on full wartime footing due to the militaristic overtures being made by Mssrs. Sistilin and Hodz, who are more than willing to draw in the whole of their alliances, behind whom they cowardly hide, to respond to, of all things, Akimonadi aggression. Since when has the international community begun punishing a nation for being assaulted? Not a gun was fired, nor a bomb dropped before Akimonad attacked. The Commonwealth shall not tremble before Clandonia's ill-conceived threats of invasion and naval interdiction.

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Consul of the Londinian Commonwealth

Vetalia

20-05-2008, 23:18

Londinian Expeditionary Force

In five days, the Vetalian naval convoy and its supplemental forces will be within range of the Londinian mainland. We will deploy and begin immediate movement towards the blockade surrounding Fitzrovia, with the command fleet moving north to provide defensive support for the regions surrounding the capital.

From there, we will await further orders from the Vetalian command.

The Silver Sky

20-05-2008, 23:18

Skyian Enclave of Eryx, British Londinium
D-Day [Londinium Demand for Reperations]

The city was bustling with activity, of course that was to be expected, it was only 6PM Local Time, however, the air force bases were eerily quiet. Most of the air force had been scrambled and any non-essential personal were dispatched to their ground units or the missile section defending the city. Only tankers returned to the base to receive more fuel. Half of the fighters, as well as several AWACs stayed over the city to provide protection while all other planes were flown to open waters and patrolled over the area, waiting for war.

The harbor also had an abandoned feeling, only the transport ships stayed at the piers, occupying armored docks [docks with armored walls that could be raised]. Meanwhile two dozen 'Kyrios' Class Guided Missile Corvette patrolled the harbor and area surrounding it for any intruders while escorting civilian shipping. After leaving the harbor the escorting was handed off to Skyian Destroyers and naval aviation that were part of the 3rd Fleet which was sitting in the Gulf of Eryx and the surrounding international waters, they were under orders to destroy any ships that attempted to attack them or blockade Eryx.

The Skyians were taking no chances this time.

Operation Planning Room PR

Major General Nicholas Caron paced leaned back and stretched his tired body. he was currently residing in the bleakness of his underground command bunker, positioned under 50m of concrete and 50m of soil it was virtually impenetrable even to the hardest hitting nuclear and conventional weapons. He rolled his chair back towards the smart board at the end of the room, it displayed a up-to-date satellite image of the city of Eryx and it's surrounding areas. On it were digital representations of troops in the and around the city, both friendly and hostile.

The Major General stood from his chair and began scrolling through the menu on the horizontal smart board, his finger taps against the board acting as mouse clicks as he opened an existing file.

File--->
Open--->
H:Secure Drive--->
Theaters--->
British Londinium Theater--->
Enter Password...
Password: **********
Password Accepted--->
Select: Contingency Plan 001...
Password Required...
Password: ******************
Password Accepted...
File Open Successfully...

The Major General backed away from the board as new digital markings began appearing on the board, entire divisions, down to platoons, and if you zoomed further, down to individual troops, began to take shape on the map as well as arrows signifying the directions and paths the troops were to advance in when they attacked. As the map finished the Major General began to study it.

However, just as he was finishing there was a sharp tap at the door. The Major General quick shut off the smart board. "You may enter." He said.

A single 1st Lt. pushed open the heavy steel door and stepped into the room promptly saluting the Major General.

"At ease soldier, for what reason are you interrupting my work?" Asked the Major General.

"Sir, we've received word that the 12th Marine Corp has been dispatched via C-650s Universe Transport Planes. The move was kept secret until now, apparently they are a mere 6 hours out to the south, the entire corp can be combat ready within 4 hours of landing and the planes can be out by sunrise.Also naval fighters and bombers are already providing escort for the transports and it seems the 13th through 15th Corps are being dispatched via the 3rd Naval Armada, on the edge of the Med."

"Outstanding!" Yelled the Major General with renewed vigor. "They've just given me the ability to occupy the entire southern section of British Londinium. Now go, call the generals to the room, we're going to revise battle plans now that we've doubled our forces!"

Even the smart board seemed to have a renewed sense of purpose as it whirred back to life after the Lt. had left.

Buddha C

20-05-2008, 23:46

Admiral Wuu looked around at his fleet, the might grandeur of the Cnian military might. Many of the dreadnought crews had been drilled until they saw fighting a real enemy as a formality, and their mental discipline was that of stone. The Marine contingents aboard the dreadnoughts had to be atleast two hundred troops, all equipped and trained into the dirt. The Marines themselves were sculpted from mere mortals to that of near legends. Their status among the Cnian people was seen as high, they would fight the most, the hardest and win. And that was why the people loved them.

But the love, honor and valor of the Marines could not fully mask that of the Cnian Aqua Corps., the steel that protected the Marines before they could land was almost as important in the eyes of the Cnian people, but foremost than those of the Cnian commanders. Lastly was the armored units which consisted of a mix of parts, but several hours after a Cnian landing they would form an entire brigade of armored forces, along with IFV and APC compliments for the infantry.

Though there was no reply from the British Londinium government when the Cnian navy arrived they took it upon themselves to move their forces near Wellington, but the international waters would 'conveniently' keep their presence to that just over Fitzrovia. The Cnian military prepper the crews and the Marines for a landing in case anything tricky came about, which was nearly characteristic of Cnian military operations, and the air craft abord the ships were still ready for launch.

(OOC: Awaiting reply from BL ICly about my troops, and can I get Vetalia's AIM?)

The Far Echo Islands

21-05-2008, 00:55

Secure Communiqué to Akimonad

I have taken notice of your situation in British Londinium, and to say the least I am alarmed. My self and several other governors of other states of the Confederacy have seen this as a prime opportunity to reaffirm our loyalty to the Akimonadi cause. In case you do not know personally, the status of the political commonwealth between Akimonad and the Echo Islands has been extremely beneficial in the recent months. It has helped both economically, politically, and it has helped in a speedy recovery from the last war.

However, it seems the federal branch of the government does not see it this way. Also note that a state of emergency has been declared in the Echo Islands post the recent political changes. The Articles of Confederation have been suspended as well. However, the Deceleration of Independence of the Echo Islands has not, therefore it is said that "...[S]uch as the security of the country must be maintained, states and their people shall have a right to act however they shall see most conducive to national security so long as it does not blatantly infringe on the national security it is aimed to uphold." (Line 146).

The time has come to exercise this right. As the elected Leader of the Council of Echo Islander States, an inter-governmental organization of the Confederate States besides the Senate, in which each governor represents his or her own state in an assembly of a council, has decided to authorized a large contingent of troops to be deployed to Fitzrovia. I along with several of the first wave of troops to be transported will be arriving in country within the next day. Of course we will only come after you give us the go ahead.

Signed,
Lee Jackson Davis, Governor, State of Hector, Confederate States of the Echo Islands

Akimonad

21-05-2008, 01:53

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Official Communique

The airstrike upon the Londinian airbase at Corycra was a retaliatory attack carried out for the continued safety of the Free City of Fitzrovia. Under no circumstances will any Londinian craft be permitted to overfly the city. Any gestures, such as the ones made by Londinian aircraft, will be responded to with force.

No reparations will be made. This is final.

~Dr. Jules Hodz,
Lord Protector

*****
Office of the Lord Protector, Kent, Akimonad (1000 hours)

There was a quiet knock on Dr. Hodz's door. The Supreme Commander of the Akimonadi Defense Forces, Daniel Heusen, opened the door and stepped into the office.

"Well, the buildup in Fitzrovia is proceeding. Nakils and land-based missile defense should be arriving within a few hours. Also the Vetakan fleet with IFVs is nearing." he said to Hodz.

"Good, good." Hodz said, taking off his glasses and rubbing his temples.

"Something... troubling?"

"Recon photos from Fitzrovia. If it wasn't obvious already, the Londinians have built some fortifications up around the city. So much for peace like the Proconsul said."

"They're certainly a threat. Perhaps we can stave them off somehow?" Heusen asked.

"I can only really think of doing airstrikes on them. Asking for the diplomatically is out of the question, as is about everything diplomatic with the Londinians." Hodz replied.

"I can make the arrangements."

"Good. And see to it that we get more stuff in there and fast. I especially want another fleet and some Aralonian G650 Gunships in there."

"Righto." Heusen said, exiting the office.

*****
Port Fitzrovia, Docking Area OS-MER07RO (1200 hours)

The dockmaster, David Tennyson, was attending to day-to-day affairs as usual. At the moment his section of the port was empty, pending the arrival of Vetakan transports. Thankfully, a message from them came through. They would arrive on time.

"Attention Fitzrovia Maritime Control this is Commondore Anton Faliek of Vetakan Merchant Fleet "Emily Pearce" numbering 15 ships. Due to Deliver 800 IFV's to Akimonad Forces within the Region. Request update on Docking and Unloading Details? ETA to Holding Zone 1 Hour, 13 Minutes. We have had the update from the Vetakan Admiralty regarding the current political deadlock, request update from yourselves regarding the issue?"

Tennyson thumbed the microphone. "Roger, this is Docking Area Oscar Sierra dash Mike Echo Romeo Zero Seven Romeo Oscar. At the moment there are no signs of danger or impedance. Suggest you continue on course to the Docking Area. Contact us later for ship-specific docking information. Four Mudskipper patrol boats will escort you in. Fitzrovia, out."

Shortly afterwards four Mudskipper-class patrol hydroplanes sped off to escort the incoming fleet.

*****
Fast Sealift and Logistics Fleet 6 (1300 hours)

For some time now the sixth logistics fleet had been moving towards Fitzrovia. They carried ordinary provisions the city needed, as well as large shipments of munitions.

They also carried some 350 Nakil 1A3 tanks and large numbers of Cottish-built Imperator-E CIWS and Grumpy Point Defense Missile systems.

They were now slightly closer to Fitzrovia than the Vetakans, having increased speed at the first sign of trouble.

With any luck they would arrive within the hour. The seas were tranquil and calm and they made sure to follow the official Fitzrovian marine corridor to avoid Londinian entanglements.

*****
Fitzrovia South AFB (1300 hours)

In an instant, a printer spewed paper. The papers were grabbed by an NCO and taken into the Base Commander's main office.

The base commander scanned the papers. On them were new orders. Orders to preemptively damage or destroy Londinian fortifications along the Fitzrovian border.

In compliance, twenty TF-71s were loaded with air-to-surface missiles and anti-radiation missiles. Fifty Aequatian-built A-16Cs were loaded with air-to-surface missiles and laser-guided bunker busters.

As for the coup de grâce, a single SB-22 Sariel was fitted with three Father of All Bombs. They would be used to deliver the final punch.

For extra precaution, two more Sky Top airships were launched, supplementing the two already airborne over Fitzrovia. Between them they would see anything that flew. Nothing was safe from their watchful eye, not even the birds.

*****
Fast Sealift and Logistics Fleet 6 (1400 hours)

The ships of the large logistics were now firmly in port. The RORO ships pulled up to special docks, opened their gates and began to unload. Nakil tanks rolled off in large numbers. Following them were several Aequatian Panzerjäger II "Penetrator" tank destroyers and Chevrokian-built M171 Gullinkambi MLRS.

The other ships, all City-class LPDs, were docked and unloaded with cranes. The cranes in port lifted out Skyian SIV-25 and M260A1 IFVs, as well as containers of munitions and provisions for the base.

*****
Fitzrovian Airspace (1400 hours)

Within an hour the bases in Fitzrovia had managed to launch the aircraft needed for the assault on the border fortifications. Aircraft now filled the skies over Fitzrovia.

With the AWACS' directions, they began their attacks. The A-16Cs began dropping their laser-guided bunker busters onto the fortifications in locations all around the border of Fitzrovia. After they had dropped their complement of bombs they were to loiter and strafe anyone or anything.

The TF-71s went for strategic targets - airbases, munition dumps, any places where tanks were parked - and fired air-to-surface missiles or anti-radiation missiles, depending on the target.

The lone B-22 circled over the port of Fitzrovia, waiting until its time came.

*****
Central Plaza, Fitzrovia (1645 hours)

After the arrival of the Akimonadi logisitics fleet, any and all of the Cottish CIWS and SAM systems were quickly whisked off the boats and into the city. This was done considerably faster than preparing any of the war machines that the fleet had brought with it.

In Central Plaza, beneath towering skyscrapers, trucks with Imperator-E CIWS systems moved into positions. They would stay there indefinitely, keeping a watchful eye and receiving information from AWACS.

Meanwhile, on some of the taller buildings, helicopters ferried Grumpy point-defense missiles and domestically-produced Falcon SAM launchers to the roofs, where they were mounted and prepared.

*****
Along the Fitzrovian Wall (1730 hours)

The wall had been erected only a week ago, to stave off any potential invasion.

Now, as invasion seemed imminent, it was reinforced. Anti-tank mines were laid behind the wall and fencing and tank traps were erected. Behind those, MLRS and self-propelled howitzers were lined up, as well as mobile SAM launchers. Type 97 and Nakil main battle tanks were interspersed along the wall fortifications as well. Infantry in bunkers and pillboxes were also distributed along the wall.

Hopefully, nothing would get through.

[OOC: Blah blah long post if you have questions ask in the OOC thread.]

Vetalia

21-05-2008, 01:58

Ministry of Defense

Due to the potential threats to our overseas territories, the Vetalian Colonial Army is hereby moved from Mobilization Level 2 to Mobilization Level 3, and reserve CA air, naval, and army units are being dispatched to the Vetalian colonies around the world. Once fully deployed, our defenses will be fully staffed and prepared to repel any potential incursions.

We hope that this will further encourage all parties involved to move towards a peaceful resolution of this conflict.

Aralonia

21-05-2008, 02:09

[D'ARVIT AFB, TARINA CONTROL ZONE, NORTHERN ARALONIA]
[APRON OF RUNWAY 06L, ABOARD B-95 No.230 OF ATTACK WING R]

Imagine the sound of a hair dryer. If you can't imagine it, then get a hair dryer from in your house and turn it on. Make sure it's on cool-air mode so you don't burn anything on accident. Oh, fine, if you can't get your own damn hair dryer, then just look up a clip on YouTube or something. Got it? Good.

Now imagine the sound of several thousand hair dryers. Just amplify your single hair dryer sound by about 85 decibels. If you really want the special effects I'm thinking of right now, turn on your hair dryer to hot-air mode. If your hair dryer's anything like mine, you'll suddenly have highly noticeable amounts of thrust, and probably some char marks on the wall it was pointed at. Hey, I'm allowed to have an awesome hair dryer, alright? I'm a Draftroom member. I mean hell, look at V10. I don't want to know about his goddamn kitchen sink, let alone his hair dryer. And I don't even want to think about No Endorse's barbecue grill.

Moving on. Got the sound in your head? Good. Open your eyes, and stare out at an airfield, three runways, two pointing east-west and one pointing north-northwest/south-southeast. Also take note of approximately 60 heavy bombers, each with 20 engines, for awesome complexity and survivability issues. That's where the hair dryer sound comes from – jet engines blazing into the night.

Commander Marcus Sutton sat at the pilot's seat of the sixth plane in the “stick”, glancing again at a multifunctional display that showed characteristics of the airplane, the designated flight path, and other variables. Most alarming was the overall flight time – Aralonian RAF bombers tended to have everyone be qualified to do everything for missions like this, where the flight crew would be able to rotate in case of day-or-longer flights, but it wasn't common to exercise this ability.

Today was the day. A one-way flight.

Engines roared as yet another B-95 in yet another stick rose up into the air, blasting hot gases and spent hydrocarbons into the atmosphere, forming up with the rest of its brethren in the flying V formation they were going to spend most of their time in the air with.

Sutton took a long swig of milk from his Thermos and nodded slowly as his copilot, Kevin Harley, taxied the lumbering aircraft onto the runway, ready to launch.

“This is D'Arvit AFB tower control to Attack Wing Romeo, aircraft No.230. Two-Three-Zero, you are cleared for takeoff. Good luck on your mission.”

“Roger, this is Romeo-Two-Three-Zero, we hear you, D'Arvit. Pushing off now.” The communications channel closed as Sutton punched a key on the console and ramped up the throttle, turning the 20 massive hair dryers into full-blast jet engines, pushing the aircraft upwards and onwards into the sunset sky. To whatever bold destiny awaited them, only they knew, they and one other.

[THE NONAGON, NEW SARIS, TARINA ADMINISTRATIVE ZONE, NORTHERN ARALONIA]

Laughing was heard from the Archon's office, followed by yet another crashing sound. Learning from their previous mistakes, the guard detachment gently opened the door to make sure that the Archon were alright. Seeing that she had dropped yet another ceramic mug of coffee and milk with boatloads of cream, they silently closed the doors behind them and looked away.

“This is fantastic!” Marie grinned. “Ships moving, planes moving. I'll be damned of those cargo service guys didn't do a good job. HAL, give me a sit-rep!” She turned around to stare at the large LCD panel behind her, displaying a map of the Haven region.

“Everything is running smoothly.” Arrows were drawn from airbases across Aralonia, forming the arc of a great-circle en route to Eryx, the Silver Sky territory in British Londinium. These arrows lost most of their mass upon impacting the current location of the aircraft flights, transforming into dotted- and dashed-lines to complete the circle. A countdown timer in the upper right hand corner of the massive display did its job to count down until the time of probable action. Whatever the case, Aralonia was ready.

“Excellent, excellent!” Marie kicked aside the shards of the cup, which skittered off to a side, and stood up, spinning once before staring back at the map, where slower-sailing battle fleets inexorably made their way, slicing through the water as bombers flew overhead. She leaned back and fell again into her chair and giggled, clapping once. “Let's get this show on the road!”

Novacom

21-05-2008, 02:40

“Honestly, it’s 2 in the morning my friends, let’s come to a decision so we can get back to bed,” Beckett half yawned, as he half leaned against a bookcase, the bottom of his tunic brushing the carpeted floor as he favoured the casual expression of tired boredom, his arms folded as his head fell back slightly.

Hush now minister Beckett, you’ve already made your viewpoint clear on the issue, and you were able to assure us that Novacom Manufacturing has managed to deal with the bottleneck issues in production, as you know we now have several issues to address and getting new designs to the frontlines in sufficient numbers are a priority,” Partothene canted his head, his beard curls moving gently with every word his arms vanishing up his sleeves as he held his arms in front of him, as he stood tall in the middle of the office, his aura one of tired resignation, while his expression was in contrast of determination, his appraising stare observed each of the occupants, the conversation had been long and meandering, and the comfortable surroundings of Denteth’s pinnacle office had seemed to calm the situation gently.

“Agreed Partothene,” Intoned Izalien soothingly, “I move we authorise the XPC to assume an aggressive posture,” she continued holding her hands up, palms upraised shaking her hands gently with each point emphasising it, yet also trying to calm the situation.

“Indeed, but before we put it to a vote, what is the status of the re-supply flotilla,” Intoned Denteth smoothly, his voice instantly cutting off further discussion, he was evidently tired, of the lack of resolution to the issue, and appraising shifting wire frame charts on screens inset into the wooden furniture of the office was growing tedious, one hand was stretched out before him while the other was pressed against his chin a casual smile playing about his features, the business of government could be amusing at times, for some ineffable reason, and this was one of those times it seemed.

“They’ve just pass the Ratjoiukenztarpaixen Point, they’ll be arriving in 37 hours,” returned Izalien with only a casual glance at one of the monitors inset around the room.

“Excellent, then shall we formalise the issue?” returned Denteth more forcefully than perhaps necessary, he had mentioned earlier that this had meant to be a brief discussion and a decision which could be enacted, however, the issue had been complicated by bottleneck issues in producing some of the new designs, it had been dealt with as of late, but it was still a bone of contention among some.

“I Concur!” returned the chorus from around the room as one.

“The Vote is formalised at 9 in favour 5 against and 4 abstentions, reasoning has been recorded and the decision shall be enacted.” returned the Attaché as he finished the rounds around the room, as he completed scribing the final information into a pad.

“Thank you my friends, now if there are no further issues pertaining to this matter,” Denteth paused for a polite moment before continuing, “Meeting adjourned,” the assorted Ministers inclined their heads politely before filing out, while Izalien padded her way over to Denteth to discuss some issue, while the doors slid closed with an audible click, “You know my dearest, we shall have to formalise matters soon,”

The city of Xankandi had prospered under Novan jurisdiction, the Novans had expanded their holdings aggressively to bring the rest of the cities peninsula to consolidate it into a productive region, profitable crops had been sown and industrious enclaves had been established in the extraction of valuable material resources, to top off the shining symbol of prosperity, was protected by a highly visible military presence.

Much of the city had been rebuilt in the aftermath of a thorough examination of the buildings, and there were the trademark Novan military parade’s through the city, and many flags were being waved, not the Londinian, but the Novan flag were borne by thousands if not millions of citizens, peace and prosperity reigned throughout the region, as they had grown tired of the constant eccentricities of their government, which was ever changing in it’s unusual edicts, and some were old enough to remember the legalisation of baby hunting an the subsequent ruin it had caused on the nation.

“Hurry up and finish checking the launcher modules on the 17th Squadron’s units,” hollered Mechnician Vitzogan, as he eyed up process of the Maintgineer’s as they finished off adjusting the engines of the same units, proper maintenance of the Tokontu was a stringent requirement, it was a far superior design than it’s predecessor, the Tokon was notorious for being easy to keep running, as only one lot of maintenance was usually needed, as they rarely survived an engagement, and it was a running joke among some, that a bowman with ungodly aim could down a Tokon, yet the Tokontu was a different animal, sleek swift and deadly, it was immensely capable, with variable geometry, able to switch from forward swept to rearward swept wings, equip any armaments and cater for any mission.

Military preparation was a hallmark of Novan Engineering personnel laxity was an evil, the Novans could definitely be called fanatical, and their hallmark was even more apparent here, they vigorously pursued engineering excellence in their charges, even at peace, and even though no official word had filtered through there were rumours of exercises on the horizon had filtered through, and the amount of machines to prep was ungodly, but then the Novans never did things by half measures, and the amount of units they deployed en masse, the vast caverns of the Partevankgoyantikar Military base was quiet despite the frenzy in process, the only other notable sign that would spur rumours was that of Srihacul Kavik padding over the gangways while pointing at separate units and then at a handheld console by an aide and making notes about the declarations of the Srihacul.

British Londinium

21-05-2008, 02:54

Ebury Stop Line
Outside Fitzrovia
1430 hours

The air raid sirens shrieked into the skies as the Akimonadi aircraft attempted their breakout from Fitzrovia. Anti-air regiments, having been placed on high alert for days, were more than prepared to swiftly destroy the limited air fleets dispatched by Akimonad.

Approximately three hundred self-propelled anti-aircraft guns, Flakpanzer Gepards, opened fire on the Akimonadi aircraft, the moment they crossed the line into Londinian airspace, and a further ninety mobile MIM-104 Patriot anti-air missile launchers opened fire on the aircraft as well. Shorter-range M1097 Avengers, closer to the front lines, numbering about two dozen, opened fire on any aircraft that chanced in its air range.

Meanwhile, the whole of the 23rd Air Superiority Wing of the Londinian Army Air Corps, six hundred F-22 fighter jets with supporting AWAC aircraft, had been flying over the Ebury Stop Line. The first wave, about fifty aircraft, proceeded to mercilessly assault the Akimonadi aircraft.

On the ground, the front-line pillboxes smouldered; few escaped damage, though the majority were still functional and continued to be manned. Fifty mortars and nineteen machine gun nests, plus six anti-tank guns, had been lost to the Akimonadi bombings so far.

The rocket artillery and howitzers finally had their turn to strike back at Akimonad. Within firing range of Fitzrovia were two hundred rocket artillery pieces and one hundred howitzers, plus nearly nine hundred mortars. Orders from above specifically prohibited attacks on civilian areas; thus, with the aid of satellite imaging, Fitzrovia's ports, airfields, and barracks were targeted, in addition to the so-called Fitzrovian wall and major arterial thoroughfares of the city.

***

Unified General Staff
Ministry of Defence
Nyquist, the Commonwealth
1445 hours

"Her Majesty would like an update, gentlemen," Consul Nately said wearily as he gazed absentmindedly at the large strategic map covering the opposite wall. "Where do we stand?"

"All regiments have been mobilized on the stop lines, particularly Ebury around Fitzrovia, Filioque around Eryx, and Xanthin around Xankandi, with approximately forty million ground soldiers ready to fight," said a field marshal, sitting at the large steel conference table. "We've begun implementation of the conscription process; another thirty million ought to be ready for combat within a fortnight."

"Strategic Rocket Forces remain ready for launch," an Army Air Corps general remarked. "Five thousand biochemical warheads aimed at Haven, as requested, with another fifteen thousand conventional missiles awaiting launch orders. All air wings remain mobilized and are flying over all stop lines."

"Naval interdiction remains at one hundred percent," a fleet admiral said finally. "All fleets, about nine thousand vessels, are on patrol, awaiting orders."

"Excellent, excellent," the consul sighed. "Now, I am aware that preemptive strikes have been launched on the Ebury Stop Line. How does Mr. Crerar advocate we respond?"

"Hold the line, sir," Defence Minister Andrew Crerar stated. "We don't budge an inch. I have already issued orders to quadruple the defences around Eryx and Xankandi to contain the enemy, and have given full authorization to Buddha Cnian forces to operate against Akimonad and The Silver Sky."

"That's very surprising, Mr. Crerar," the consul replied. "I would have expected you to call for the seizures of the city."

"Indeed, that would be the optimal goal, but as long as we don't escalate the war, only respond, the Commonwealth ought to more easily garner international support and avoid a counterassault from Haven. On the other hand, we are beginning a barrage of Fitzrovia to respond to the Akimonadi air offensive."

"Good."

***

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Official Communiqué

To: Akimonad
CC: The Silver Sky, Novacom
From: The Commonwealth Ministry of Foreign Affairs

The Commonwealth asks for an immediate cessation of hostilities forthwith. Her Majesty's Government does not wish to prolong this conflict any further than absolutely necessary; the Commonwealth has realized, and subsequently rectified, the error in blockading Fitzrovia. Her Majesty's Government feels that, with the lifting of the blockade and the apology issued by the Commonwealth, there is no further need for combat. We ask that all parties agree to a ceasefire at this time.

Buddha C

21-05-2008, 03:30

Admiral Wuu ordered his dreadnoughts to sail forward, once within shooting range they would turn and open fire with a broadside, the submarines would be deployed in anti-submarine warfare, and whenever the option presents itself they would fire on a ship attempting to transport military goods to the city under siege. The anti-missile system boats would move into the spaces between each broad side and form a screen for the continued bombardment from the dreadnoughts. The anti-air system boats where behind the main line and would provide another screen to completely protect the fleet's pride. The aircraft carriers would launch one ground-attack squadron (20 aircraft) GA-47(S) [modification of the Su-47], they would destroy the docking equipment for the whole operation whilst a interceptor wing would (5) cover them, Su-47(P)I [modification of the Su-47 all done by their independent pilots]. The GA-47(S) would be colored brown and the Su-47(P)I would be colored ice blue.

***

Christian Gonzalez entered his Su-47(P)I, code named Glacier 5, this would be his first live run but he was the top of his class, and everyone else in his wing were seasoned veterans seeing action in the Ridge and had taught him all the tricks that they had learned. He was their Protegé, one of the best pilots anyone in his wing had seen and they expected everything from him on his first run. This he remembered as he entered his cockpit and flew out to meet up with his four mates, on their sides was their mission, all of the aircraft were underneath the detection of RADAR. And even if they weren't Gonzalez had replaced his missile pods with extra chaff and flares and added a gatling gun as his main weapon with a better sight system.

It was half a surprise when a thunder sound came all around them, but then they saw the massive splashes around them and they knew the assault had begun. They flew past the main enemy fleet without much trouble, the problem was when they entered the space around the ports, and the GA-47(S) began firing their cannons at the equipment and the boats and all of the interceptors had to keep sharp eyes out for their opponent, they would soon be on them.

Akimonad

21-05-2008, 03:57

Fitzrovia
Air raid sirens blazed across Fitzrovia. The myriad assortment of anti-aircraft defenses went into effect. Thousands of surface-to-air missiles were lobbed in every direction. One hundred TF-71 fighters on standby in the air and on the ground were launched into the fray. With their advanced systems, the F-22s would be fairly easy prey. They fired missiles wantonly.

Of course they couldn't mop up everything. They contacted any allies they could and asked for assistance.

Meanwhile, explosive rods of metal were flying around randomly, thanks to the jamming of the Sky Tops, which was working marvelously.

Of course, the artillery guns were another matter.

It just so happened that, Fitzrovia being largely autonomous, it permitted countries that did business in the city to house a small consulate.

Several artillery rockets and shells found their way onto the row of Consulates, consisting mainly of Havenic nations. It was apparently bad luck to have built an airbase beside it. The row of buildings was quickly razed.

A similar fate fell upon Fitzrovia International Airport, which had its control tower decapitated. The hangar housing most of the CA1000s Plan9 Airways had ordered was crushed, destroying the planes.

All in all, most military bases across the city were damaged in some way. The port, being fairly distant from any stop lines, was damaged only lightly.

*****
Stop Line Fortifications

Chaos ruled for the moment. Parts of the wall were disintegrating quickly. Orders were clears, though, and the MLRS and howitzers fired ruthlessly over the walls. The tanks blasted anything in sight.

In specific pillboxes spaced every half-mile, soldiers had with them a largish briefcase. Inside was a recoilless rifle and tactical nuclear warhead which they were to use if there was any chance of their position falling.

*****
Fitzrovia Port

The damage sustained by the port was minor, damaging some storage buildings and sinking a cargo ship. However, the Fitzrovian Fleets were now obligated to move as far away as possible from the land while still protecting Fitzrovia's sea routes.

The First, Second and Third Fitzrovian Fleets moved out of port and made for the seas around Fitzrovia. Each fleet was accompanied by 35 Blackadder maritime strike bombers in addition to the carrier air wings they had with them.

*****
Emergency Communique

To: All Havenic Nations, especially those with Consulates in Fitzrovia

Nations of Haven,

I do not have much time but I bring grave news. The Londinian menace has launched an all-out assault upon the Free City of Fitzrovia. This constitutes a direct violation of treaties and Akimonadi sovereignty.

During the initial bombardment, the Consulate Row in Fitzrovia was attacked. All buildings were razed or severely damaged.

I ask for Havenic assistance in prosecuting revenge on the Londinians for this dastardly attack on Fitzrovia.

Respectfully,
Dr. Jules Hodz,
Lord Protector

[OOC: Orbat and such as some time that is not right now.]

The Far Echo Islands

21-05-2008, 04:05

Secure Communiqué to Akimonad

We are moving ahead in light of the Londii Attack.

Signed,

Lee Jackson Davis, Governor, State of Hector, Confederate States of the Echo Islands

Derka AFB, New St. Petersburg, CSEI 09:05

Things suddenly got busy. After a lot of down time post-war, the base had just gotten orders to deploy overseas for the first time in years. Some of C-130's had needed maintenance just to get off the ground.

The plan was to cut across the polar caps and land in Akimonad by tomorrow.
Some 5000 Echo Islander troops loaded onto the planes. 79 of the transport aircraft taxied down the runway followed by a considerable contingent of 84 F-22's. In the midst of the F-22 take offs The AWACS and several tankers took off. After this, the Concord Jet carrying Governor Davis. Then the rest of the F-22's.

Next Day, 09:05

The massive aerial fleet was now nearing Fitzrovia. The fighter pilots readied for a fight should the Londii try to stop them. The AWACS made contact with the Fitzrovia tower.

Vanteland

21-05-2008, 04:35

Crystal Palace, New Vantepolis

Tucker Boot, Lord Protector of the Free Commonwealth, CEO of Buy & Sell, Salvation of the Vante, President of the Invisible Empire, Conquerer of a Million Markets, including such nations as Siriusa, Cappilline, and with early or strong holdings in Vetalia, Londinium, Questers, and Blackhelm, yawned. As he contemplated how correct the previous sentence was, his hands glided over a massive globe in the Map Room. Normally, petty worker tourists came in here to see the massive extent of the Invisible Empire, shocking them into submission. However, today was Sunday, meaning that government effectively shut down. Now, he was here, alone with his thoughts; alone, if you do not count the plethora of advisors hovering nervously round him.

Finally, he spoke: "We made a promise to the Londinians. Military assistance in return for economic and, possibly, territorial gains. The road ahead will not be cheap, but we're bloated rich. I think that, with a little tax on a little bit of revenue, we can easily shoulder the cost." There was a murmur of agreement, broken only by one general:

"Sir, how the hell do you plan to fight them? We don't have our forces there yet, and it will require a skillful general to coordinate Vantanian forces. This isn't the Free Republic anymore, sir."

Tucker, now atop his throne, stared down at this insolent general. Rage boiled up inside of him, that this insect would question the Vante's might, and at the same time reference the Free Republic. Tucker's blood raced, his eyes narrowed; there was a collective uneasiness in the room, broken only by Tucker and the bold general. There was a lock of gazes, which finally was broken by Tucker, "You're right. You seem to have all the factors in mind. You are to go to Londinium, and reinforce their defences. The Londinian Commander, and myself, will be your only superiors."

The room was stunned. Not even that rebellious general knew how to react. Finally, he looked Tucker in the eye, and told him that he had made the correct decision. Without a further word, that most brave of generals strutted out of the Map Room, away from the Ivory Throne.

Official Military Telegram
To: The Londinian War Machine
From: General McDouglas, the Vanteland
Greetings from the Free Commonwealth! As promised, an expeditionary force is being sent as we speak to your nation. You'll have to forgive the Commonwealth's size; with current population levels all that can be afforded is ten thousand troops, plus support forces. They will arrive in Vetalia, and from there be taken with Vetalian forces to the Front. The naval forces are some one hundred, consisting of arsenal ships, aircraft carriers, submarines, and support vessels. The aerial forces are some fifty, one is an airship, whilst the rest are air superiority fighters. The remainder are troops, Imperial Elite. The normal troop, due to the Commonwealth's vast economic gains, is trained much higher than the average soldier anywhere else, and the Imperial Elite are in training for most of their lives, including some genetic improvement through, among other things, eugenics. The soldiers, despite being optimal for offensive actions, have been charged with defending Londii positions. However, if needed, they can be moved offensively under your order. They shall arrive soon, comrade; until then, prevail.
-Arthur McDouglas

The Silver Sky

21-05-2008, 04:48

Skyian Enclave of Eryx, British Londinium
101st Armored Brigade
D-Day+1 1430 Hours

Tank Commander 1LT Kyle Rowan leaned out of his turret hatch and surveyed the defensive barrier before him. This was the Skyian version of the Akimonadian Line around Fitzrovia, composed of spaced steel walls, remote turrets, point defenses and mines. He was careful about how far he turned his head as the remote heavy machine gun turret turned as he did and he didn't want to have a bruise before battle even started.

He looked at his watch, '14:29, it's almost time.'. He quickly climbed down to his commander's chair and closed the two armored hatches above him. His crew looked back at him and he gave a small salute back to reassure them that nothing was happening yet. The seconds ticked away like hours to the four man crew of the heavy battle tank but the time had finally come.

"14:30" Whispered Rowan to himself. Then all of a sudden a voice broke through the silence in his headphones.

"All Units, please active your 'StrikeNet' Systems, Theater Password is THEWORLDUNYIELDINGWONDERS, Operation Password is THEENEMYHASAWESOMELYREDUCEDCAPABILITY. Operation Prejudiced Risk is a go, commence attack." Rowan quickly began tacking away at his keyboard, logging both passwords [minus words added to create confusion in enemy ELINT] and bringing up the Op. Map on his and his driver's display.

He looked through his 360 degree visual display and activated his GPS overlay, it showed exactly where he need to go at what time as well as minefield locations. Within seconds several explosive bolts detonated the connections of the wall in front of him, causing several pieces to fall flat, this allowed his troops to advance easily beyond it.

"All tanks, commence advance." He yelled into his his microphone to his tank squadron. The orders for the 51st through 53rd Divisions the were to advance along the main river towards Fitzrovia while 54th and 55th were sent south and west towards the Novans, the 56th through 60th divisions were to act as reserves and prevent any Londinium forces from attacking across the river.

Meanwhile the situation was about the same for the artillery. Nearly every piece of gun and rocket artillery began firing at any and all British Londinium positions within 120km of the border. M171 'Gullinkambi' Self-Propelled MLRS fired off rockets of 330mm in diameter targeted units outside of 55km to 120km out, they carried either 1000 Anti-Personal High Explosive Fragmenting Submunitions or 15 M65 MISKAT Smart AT submuntions. Targets within 55km were handled by smaller 130mm rockets, carrying either 100 AP submunitions of 2 MISKAT submunitions and by M161 155mm Boxer Howitzers firing HE shells as well as saboted Armor Piercing Extended range shells. Targets had been identified during the week by GEO and LEO satellites in the area as well as AeroSats.[High resolution cameras tethered to hot air balloons]. Also, bridges and any river crossings were targeted by HE GPS guided rockets to keep the Londiniums away from the city.

Within seconds tens of thousands of rockets and artillery shells would be sent towards any BL units in the area.The barrage would let up as all of the artillery stopped and scooted away from their firing area to new areas.

Air cover was provided by seven SAM fire sections and hundreds of F/A-84A Shadow and F/A-71A Shadowhawk fighters buzzed the enclave and the surrounding area looking for any targets to shoot at with medium and short ranged AAMs, their high degree of stealth would keep them from being spotted by even radars on F-22s before it was too late. They were given support by E-8 AWACs and SkyTops in the area as well as radar operators doing Ground Control Intercept. Also, dozens of A-6GC Ballista aircraft flew low over the countryside looking for anything that had survived the artillery hellfire and would give the ground forces trouble.

The sea was no calmer then the land and air. Within seconds of operations being initiated VLS doors on the 'Garner'-Class Guided Missile battleships in the gulf began to open up belching missiles at an incredible rate. Within minutes nearly 2304 RGM-200A Mavor Long Ranged Anti-Ship Missile (http://z4.invisionfree.com/NSDraftroom/index.php?showtopic=2761&hl=) carrying 1000kg BROACH Penetrating HE Warheads were sent off towards the Londinium and Cian Fleets, they cruised at an altitude of 27,000m behind diving nearly vertically on the ships, also a further 2304 missiles, this time of the RGM-100B Armada type, carrying 750kg Penetrating HE warheads were also fired at the enemy fleets. The main targets for the first wave of missiles consisted of the carriers, any battleships and other large surface combatants while the second wave would mop up anything left.

The remaining ships and planes in the area began scouring for the rest of the Londinium Fleets for a decisive show down. B-85 Spectre Bombers continued to circle over the ocean, protected be an increased amount of F/A-84s and -71s, they would return to the airfields once the imminent threat was passed.

The Silver House, Silver City, The Silver Sky
14:45

The building was eerily quiet, nothing stirred, not even a mouse, even the bedroom that usually protected the beautiful and young president of the nation. That is because on this particular night she was thousands of miles away, nestled in the arms of her beloved husband Atal Amner, leader of No Endorse. Thus when the Londinium plea bargain for peace arrived, it promptly met the Secretary's shredder as there was no one to give it too.

Oh well.

Hurtful Thoughts

21-05-2008, 05:04

OOC: Fixed the issue, apparently someone reversed the spots on the war declaration for "Allies" and "Enemies", bumping BL to enemies and thus bumping Aki off the page. Crazy MS word formatting eh?

So me and Antigr are actually supposed to be sided with BL...

Now hat all that has been cleared up, time for me to make a worthwhile IC post to make everyone ignore this huge OOC apology in regards to our behavior.

IC:
Encrypted message
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To: The Government of the Londinian Commonwealth
From: The People's Republic Of Hurtful Thoughts
The People's Republic applauds your efforts to reclaim your land [Fitzrovia] from the oppressive Nation-State known as Akimonad.

We're also querrying the accusation that Akimonadi troops are using this land as a base for raiding the Grestonian hinterland. If true, we'd be obliged not only to help you retake this land, but to uphold the Justinian code. "An eye for an eye."

An airborne brigade of raiders over a period 48 hours, 15 mechanized divisions within a week, and another 30 HOI divisions within a month are already being made available to you, if so desired.

And don't pay any attention to any rumurs that we were about to declare thermonuclear-war upon you twelve hours ago.

Leader Milo
Supreme Leader of the People's Republic Of Hurtful Thoughts

ChevyRocks

21-05-2008, 05:18

If one asks a meteorologist about how many different cloud types there are, he could easily go on for hours on end describing them. Stratus clouds generally form fairly low, and will result in overcast conditions, and possibly rain. Cirrus clouds usually form much higher, thin and wispy, visible on sunny days. Cumulonimbus clouds typically result in thunderstorms, possibly turning violent at times.

But near British Londinium, there were clouds forming that did not fit any normal classification. They were long and straight, coming to a point at one end, as if they were giant arrows pointing across the sky. They were forming very high up, well above the region of the atmosphere where the majority of weather phenomena occurred. They spread across the sky at a very rapid pace, but not due to the action of the wind. And their passing gave off a rumble like thunder, but no lightning had preceded it.

Though these clouds were made up of water condensation, as with any other cloud, their source was crafted from parts of the natural world, but not a work of nature itself. Made up of metals mined from the earth; titanium, aluminum, steel, among others. Fueled by the long-buried remnants of ancient microbes and other biological materials, compressed by the sheer weight of the earth’s crust into a liquid, petroleum, and refined into a substance known as JP-8. The rumbling sound of their passage resulted from pressure waves around the source, being forced together into a single wave due to its speed, then suddenly transitioning back to normal pressure in its wake, the double boom of supersonic flight, in this instance, far in excess of Mach 1.

The source of the clouds, or rather contrails, as well as the sonic booms, was the pride of the Republikken Chævrokia Luftforsvaret, a triple-sonic bomber known as the Valkyrie II. And the arrows that their contrails formed pointed to the unfortunate recipients of their wrath: British Londinium.

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The Londinian attack on the Akimonadi Free City of Fitzrovia resulted in bombardments upon the city’s airports by Londinian artillery. At Fitzrovia International Airport, a number of Chevrokian citizens were killed when their aircraft were shelled, and promptly exploded in a rather violent manner. During the artillery bombardment, the Chevrokian consulate was also bombed, having been constructed nearby another airfield. Their disregard for foreign diplomats and civilians, both among the large toll of deaths and injuries thus far, prompted Olav Jagland, the Chevrokian President, to call an emergency session of the Senate do discuss Chevrokia’s possible response. The majority of the senators were absolutely outraged by the Londinian attack, though a very loud and very small minority which was vehemently anti-war suggested a negotiated settlement with the Londinians and only asking that they pay for damages. One of the senior anti-war senators, in a heated argument with another senior senator, was beaten with a cane by his counterpart, and the two had to be removed from the Senate Hall by security guards. The President of the Senate very nearly called off the session, but realizing the seriousness of the situation under debate, instead requested that a vote be taken on whether or not to respond to the Londinian bombing of Fitzrovia militarily. And so, with a tally of 510-17, the Senate gave authorization to use military force against British Londinium.

At the same time, surveys were being conducted in the Department of Defense of possible targets for a bombing raid on Londinium. While a few senior Republic Air Force commanders advocated wide-area bombing of cities, ultimately they decided to focus on targets of more immediate value. A portion of the bomber force had been tasked to aid the Skyians in attacking the Londinian fleet. The rest were going after major transportation arteries and logistics; railyards, bridges, tunnels, and power stations were on the list of targets, with the main body of the bomber stream to hit straight at the heart of Londinium: Nyquist.

There was no news of mobilization, there were no formal diplomatic messages sent to the Londinians about Chevrokian actions against them; senior officials did not wish to give any warning to the Londinians about the hammer blow which was about to fall upon them. After the decision was made, the bombers were fueled and armed, targets programmed into onboard computers, crews briefed, and sent on their way.

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By the last breath of the fourth winds blow
Better raise your ears
The sound of hooves knocks at your door
Lock up your wife and children now
It's time to wield the blade
For now you’ve got some company

The group of Chevrokian bombers thundered across the sky over the Doyle Sea, all at roughly 85,000 feet in altitude. Outside, the curvature of the Earth could be seen clearly, though features on the ground were not easily recognized, with the color of the sky a very dark blue, nearly black. So high up, any clouds down below obscured the view of both sea and land. In fact, with the color of the sky so dark, it was difficult to tell there was even an ocean beneath them. Not that being able to visually spot landmarks was at all useful. For one, the windows of the Valkyrie were small due to the aircraft’s typical altitude, reducing the stress on the fuselage due to the pressure difference between the thin outside air and the pressurized cockpit. Second, Valkyrie crews just about never had to spot things visually except for takeoff and landing; their sophisticated radar units and navigation systems would tell them where they were and when to shoot.

Horsemen are drawing nearer
On leather steeds they ride
They’ve come to take your life
On through the dead of night
With the four Horsemen ride
or choose your fate and die

Right in the middle of the lead formation of the massive bomber stream, was the most publically well known, and often considered (not always accurately) to be the best trained and most experienced bomber squadron in the entirety of the Chevrokian Republic Air Force, the 1st Bomb Squadron (Strike). Also known as the Valhalla Squadron, their twelve bombers carried the names of their namesakes from the old Norse mythology: Brynhildr, Göndul, Gunnr, Hildr, Hlaðgunnr, Róta, Skuld, Sigrdrífa, Sigrún, Skögul, Sváva, Þrúðr. They were leading nearly two thousand other Valkyries thundering across the sky towards British Londinium. With their wingtips cranked down to 65 degrees tilt and at cruise power settings, they could move along at Mach 3.1, and if they opened the throttles wide, could approach Mach 3.5.

You have been dying since the day
You were born
You know it has all been planned
The quartet of deliverance rides
A sinner once a sinner twice
No need for confession now
Cause now you’ve got the fight of your life

For the Valkyries, long gone were the close formations of bombers, raining down massive loads of unguided bombs on the enemy cities. Looking out the windows of the cockpit, the only way to confirm that there were other planes in the sky was to look for their contrails. At over three times the speed of sound, the planes needed a lot of space to maneuver should anything try and impede upon their path of flight, and thus the planes were spread out wide across the sky.

The planes tasked with the actual strikes carried four Nidhøg heavy strike missiles in their primary weapons bay. The first wave, made up of 492 aircraft, was carrying hardened penetrator warheads, 2,000 pounds in weight, with impact-delayed contact fuses. Their primary targets were bridges within and around the capital, with the goal of either holing the bridge deck or collapsing the bridge supports, and possibly bringing down the entire span.

Horsemen are drawing nearer
On leather steeds they ride
They’ve come to take your life
On through the dead of night
With the four Horsemen ride
or choose your fate and die

The second wave of bombers, another 492 planes, was tasked with striking open area targets with 1,000 pound blast-fragmentation warheads. Transmission facilities for power plants, petrol fuel depots, natural gas facilities, and other unprotected targets. The third wave was the largest, consisting of 1,008 aircraft, and tasked for wide area destruction of Nyquist. Their missiles contained 290 gallons of an incendiary mixture, primarily composed of Northick II and white phosphorous, which were set to airburst a short distance above the ground, thus dispersing the volatile substance over as great of an area as possible. Damage caused by the blast-fragmentation warheads of the second wave would be exponentially magnified by the addition of the incendiaries.

Londinium, however, was still many hours away. The bombers were set up meet up with Novan fighter aircraft as their escorts before making the final run on Nyquist. And thus the might of Chevrokia’s Bomber Command would unleashed into battle, the long awaited Valkyrientur.

So gather round young warriors now
and saddle up your steeds
Killing scores with demon swords
Now is the death of doers of wrong
Swing the judgment hammer down
Safely inside armor blood guts and sweat

The Horsemen are drawing nearer
On the leather steeds they ride
They have come to take your life
On through the dead of night
With the four Horsemen ride
or choose your fate and die

No endorse

21-05-2008, 05:42

Klaxons resounded about the Fitzrovian airport, and twenty seven No Endorse Airmen jolted awake. The squadron leader, Christopher "Sparrow" Blair, burst into the bunkroom and slammed the lights on. "Alright everyone, to your birds! We just got the ZEL packs on, you'll be briefed in the air. Be ready for immediate contact with hostiles. MOVE."

Twenty eight men sprinted into the vast hangars, strapping themselves into fourteen of the most advanced fighters No Endorse could produce. Twenty eight nuclear turboramjets began to spool their first stages, turning the hangar hellishly hot, while twenty eight rockets were adjusted for launch.

"Sparrow" flipped a lever in his fighter, and the nose began to lurch upwards. The special Zero Length Launch unit it was mounted on began to pivot, lifting the craft to a twenty five degree alpha. He checked the rear camera readout, observing that the rear wall of the hangar now glowed red hot. "Err, Intercept Control, this is Sparrow, this hangar is about to go. We need to get out of here fast. Could you blow the doors open?"

He continued to watch the feed worriedly, as the back wall of the hangar had begun to melt away, hot jet exhaust shooting across the tarmac outside. Finally, a set of rockets fired, tearing the great hangar doors open with a deafening roar. No man could withstand the heat in the hangar now, the entire inside seemed to glow red. As the doors finally opened, he qued up the squadron radio. "Alright everyone, the hangar's about to go, let's go on three. One...Two...Three!" Fourteen hands slammed their throttles to full and flipped a set of switches: one for the rockets and one to unlock the main wheels from the launch ramps.

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"Roger Sparrow, blowing doors open." Flight Controller Dwight "Big D." Russell flipped several switches in the ad-hoc No Endorse control center. It had been rolled out of a transport airplane in several shipping containers, hooked together, and somehow managed to avoid the incoming fire. Relying on datalinks from the Sky Tops overhead, it still provided everything the Squadron needed. The entire center glowed with a dim green light, softly illuminating the switch marked "Hangar Doors." He threw it, closing the contact, allowing a hundred volts and several amps to flow across. Current only flowed for a split second, racing to the electric ignition coils for the various rockets for slam-opening the hangar doors.

"Big D." threw his headset aside and sprinted to the door of the shipping container turned control room. Shielding his eyes from the light, he whooped at the sight. The hangar seemed to explode, shooting out fourteen tiny darts. As the fireball dissipated, the dessicated frame of the hangar could still be seen glowing, the charred launch ramps poking out of the wreckage here and there.

Overhead, the fourteen FI-9 Archers skimmed the airport, rapidly crossing Mach 1. They shattered windows as they passed, finally climbing up to altitude and approaching their Mach 3.5 sprint speed. And as they did, they finally got their look at the battlefield. The various Sky Tops around flooded the air with radar, piercing even the toughest stealth fighter's defenses and relaying a flawless image of the skies.

"Big D, this is Sparrow, do you copy?" The Squadron Leader signaled his weapons officer to arm the missiles. "Roger Sparrow, what do you need?" "Do we have clearance to launch strategic ordinance?" "Affirmative, though try not to vape me or the city."

A grin broke across Sparrow's face, as he threw the fighter through a tight turn. He was riding on top of two nuclear turboramjets, but his true prize was within his weapons bay: six supersonic nuclear-tipped one kiloton active RADAR/passive IR guided air to air missiles. And dear God how he loved them so. He felt his airplane lurch slightly as one was extended, the added moment giving the plane a slight nose-down attitude. It streaked off into the skies, detonating in a brilliant flash of white hot fury.

Several more nuclear flashes went off in the distance, blinding radar and infrared sensors for a short time. However, as soon as they could, the fighters continued to fire, locking on to successive groups of enemy fighters and launching their missiles. The skies above British Londinium were glowing. Nukewealth hath spoken.

Kargucagstan

21-05-2008, 07:00

OOC: Considering we retconned the whole Greston bit, I’m going to assume that my fleet never left and will be committing the same 12 divisions to this battle, but through an airborne drop this time.

IC:

“Ah, hell,” murmured Sergeant Michael Haemon, “Skulls.” His buddy nodded in agreement, but nobody else on the transport seemed to hear. They had either seen everything already or were too awed to say anything. His momma had always said Haemon was a rash boy, but even she would have been aghast at her son. “You boys heading our way?” Three gaunt faces gradually looked over at him. They were scruffy, with hollow eyes and dirty skin that never came clean. Two of them lacked hair and no man thought it was because of new regulations.

“What you want, boy?” Their voices were coarse and ugly, like burlap that had been left out in the sun for a day. Or a year.

“Nothin’, jus’ askin’.”

“λεχρίτης, don’t say nothin’ if you don’t mean nothin’.” The Skulls looked up to the ceiling once again. Haemon sat back in his restraints and let out a sigh. What little light made it through the clouds outside the airplane reflected duly off of the dull, black skull insignia that told him the men were Smokin’ Skulls.

“Hey Auroch,” whispered one of the privates in his squad, using the nickname his men had affected for him, “who are those guys?” Haemon chuckled softly, half hoping the Skulls could hear him.

“Them’s Skulls. The 192nd Airborne, son. They seen hell and lived to tell about it.”

“What do you mean, Sir?” The private was green, probably wouldn’t survive the war, but Haemon couldn’t help but lead him on a bit.

“I mean they’re just about the worst thing a soldier like you or I could find. Meant to fight in the ‘modern battlefield,’ as brass likes to call it.” The private looked confused. “Nukemonkeys, boy. Means that aitch cue expects the bombs to start falling, and falling soon.”

“Huh. Well αφοδεύω, Sir.” The Skulls didn’t even blink.

*********

The transports came in low over the bay, trying not to make tempting targets for Londinian AA that was surely in the area. It took a lot of planes to move twelve whole divisions. As they landed, they unloaded and refueled as quickly as possible before taking off again. It was a long flight back to Kargucagstan. As the soldiers boarded the trucks that would take them to the edges of Fitzrovia, Haemon and the private paused to watch the 192nd assemble on the far end of the tarmac. They wouldn’t be at the front lines for the start of the conflict, but if all indicators were true, they wouldn’t have to be.

Aralonia

21-05-2008, 07:55

[NONAGON, NEW SARIS, SARIS ADMINISTRATIVE ZONE, NORTHERN ARALONIA]
[PRESS CONFERENCE ROOM NO.3, 1ST FLOOR]

Miri stepped up to the podium and tapped on the microphone several times. “Hello? Is this thing working?” Tap, tap. “Hellooo?” Tap, tap, tap. “Everybody, listen to my song~?”

“Miss Archo-”
“Miri, dammit! Call me Miri!” She sighed and started tapping the notes in front of her with a ballpoint pen.
“Er... apologies... Miri.” The reporter coughed. “We can hear you just fine. May I ask, what event are you calling together such a massive press conference for?”

Miri grinned. “I'm glad you asked!” She slammed a hand on the podium, causing feedback in the speakers. “Ladies and gentlemen! May I have your attention now please! You over there, hijack every television station and radio station in the country! On the double!”
“Aye, ma'am!” A button was pressed, and every single television set in the country that wasn't set to Rock Band, DDR, or any other video game, was instantly switched to a picture of a grinning Archon, the national leader.
“Miri, cue to go in three...” two... one...

[ON EVERY TELEVISION SET IN THE BLOODY NATION]
[PRESS CONFERENCE ROOM NO.3, 1ST FLOOR]

“Ladies and gentlemen of the Royal Sovereignty of Aralonia, I'm Miri Hawke! You know me by now. Firstly, I would like to thank you all once again for accepting me graciously to represent the nation. I'll be sure to do a good job, so I won't let you guys down, alright?

“But for the meat of the matter. Today is an ideal day of clear skies and high waves! Several hours ago, approved by the Parliament that represents the conglomerate of provinces that make up this glorious nation, a veritable armada of bombers lifted off from airfields across this country towards their destiny. Weeks ago, also approved by the Parliament, a fleet of naval vessels of various classes and tonnages set sail to parts known in order to do battle with this great foe.

“The fate of the Royal Sovereignty rests on this upcoming battle! This conflict is only the beginning of our future! We will eliminate all existing obstacles, and the Royal Sovereignty will become known in the far reaches of this earth as one of the greatest powers in existence! Oh, eventually, we'll negotiate with the members of our Nuclear Commonwealth and create a cordoned region of these faraway lands for Aralonian use! It's not an issue, so don't worry so much, alright?

“Even if we've all but won already, considering the tactical and theoretical abilities of our opponent, no Aralonian citizen is allowed to hold back! We must soundly defeat them in soul and mind! Do your duty for your country! Go to work, and work hard! Go to play, and play hard! Go to eat, and eat hard! Chew fast! Swallow early! Oh, and please, try not to choke, otherwise our medical institutions will have to save lives, and save hard! And that... doesn't roll off the tongue well, does it?” Miri scratched her head, poring over speech notes.

“A man named Clemenceau once mentioned, about war. He said that war was too important to be left to the generals. He might have been right, you know? But nowadays, in Aralonia, things are different. War is too important to be left to one man – or in my case, one woman! Alone, we have neither the training nor the inclination for strategic thought.” The Archon stood up closer to the microphone with fire in her eyes. “No! I will not allow this! I will no longer sit back and allow Londenion infiltration, Londenion indoctrination, Londenion subversion, and the international Londenion conspiracy to sap and impurify all of our precious bodily fluids!”

A screech of feedback as a wave of facepalms, headdesks, groans, moans, cheers, jeers, and salutes propagated across Aralonia.

“On that note... the timer's running down. The aircraft are in the air, and the ships are in the water. I guess the only thing we're missing are troops on the ground, huh...? Ah well, it's not like it matters. Find the enemy and bombard away, servicemen of Aralonia! We're absolutely going to win! Turn those impertinent British Londenion freaks into riddled, smoldering smithereens!” The last shriek of fury caused additional feedback through the speakers, causing temporary ear damage across the nation.

“Well, that's all there is to that. The bombing begins in five minutes. See you guys tomorrow! Goodnight!”

[ABOARD B-95 No.230 OF ATTACK WING R]
[APPROXIMATELY 100 KILOMETERS FROM FITZROVIA]
[TIME: SEVERAL MINUTES AFTER NO ENDORSE MISSILE ATTACK]

Shaking rattled the aircraft of Aralonian attack wings as anti-air artillery shattered the silence of the night sky ahead of them. Wait, that's not possible – no, the shaking came from the excessive whining of hundreds of jet turbines coursed through the air, and probably from the knees of some of the crewmembers aboard the various GMC Military Arms-built B-95 bombers. Glorious machines, they...

“To hell if they've sighted us on radar! This is Stick G, aircraft Six, to all aircraft within Pile A. Commence area bombardment with cluster anti-air missiles! Lock in to telemetry data from Akimonadi Sky Tops and focus on retrieving targets! Fire the M3-C18 missiles as soon as possible!”

Ah, M3 cluster munitions. Possibly the deadliest Aralonian air-to-air weapon devised. The primary missile body flies to the target site, retrieving data from anywhere it can – active search using a mounted radar, data as sent from carrier aircraft, data as sent from additional sources. As soon as a viable distance is reach, the primary missile breaks open, dispensing any number of smaller missiles, loaded with high explosive, a data receiver, a small seeker, proximity detonator, and a thrust-vectoring rocket booster. The C18 variant specifically launches, as denoted in the name, a cluster of 18 missiles.

Let's do some quick math, shall we? Just for fun. And “numberwanking” as some of you guys call it. Though it's just math! It's algebra! Pre-algebra, even!

There are 18 cluster munitions per missile. There are 6 missiles total mounted on the outer pylons of the B-95 bombers of Attack Wings P, Q, and R. Each “stick” in P, Q, and R consists of 9 aircraft in a Vic-of-Vics pattern, each Vic-of-Vics itself in an attack wing of Vics, forming a grand total “Vic-of-Vics-of-Vics” of 27 aircraft. There are three of these Vic-of-Vics-of-Vics that we're focusing on right now, bringing it to a total 81 aircraft

Still with me? Good! Now let's just do some number crunching. 81 x 6 for the aircraft multiplied by the primary carrier warheads that are available, giving a total of 486 carriers. Multiply that 486 by 18, for the amount of submunitions in each missile, and you get a whopping total of--

...Wow.

Check the math! I'm not lying. 81 x 6 x 18 is equal to a grand total of 8,748 cluster munitions, flying directly at various targets as assigned by Akimonadi Sky Top vessels.

Oh, I never explained what M3 stood for, did I? Originally, it was designated as the “Merkovian Munitions Manufactory Type 3” missile, which gave rise to the name “M3” from the contraction of “Merkovian Munitions Factory.” Of course, someone else noticed what it really looked like from a distance.

Macross Missile Massacre.

Clandonia Prime

21-05-2008, 13:48

Clandonian High Commission, Fitzrovia

The High Commission had been built in a consulate area along with other Havenic nations embassies to allow them easy access to the main international airport. The Londiniums first attack had severely damaged the building, a rocket had gone right through the courtyard killing most of the attached Foreign Office attack instantly and leaving much of the accommodation area on fire. The ambassador rushed out and tried to rescue his staff and family as the fire engulfed the embassy. Outside dozens of burnt and injured personal were arriving as the Clandonian Royal Marines began setting up a command post with the second in command now in charge after his CO was killed. The sky was filled with smoke as the city burnt, over nations embassies were nearby as the sound of fire crackled, fire and security alarm blared away as emergency services arrived. Surveying the damage to his embassy ambassador Sir Freddy Worthington speaking to his personal assistant who had managed to find a working satellite phone and had a direct line to the Foreign Office Embassy Desk.

"Alert Warminster of the situation, we are now at war."

At the airport the wreckage of two Clandonian Airways Aralonian made Genoard G450-200 were hit killing several Clandonian passengers and an Imperial Cargo Sabre burned causing its nuclear reactor to be scrammed to prevent the fear of radioactive contamination. Pictures were being broadcast back from a CNN team that had just arrived on the seen, the control tower was gone and flights out were likely impossible for now or delayed until the it was safe from attack.

House of Commons, Warminster

It was noon in the Clandonian capital and the tradition Prime Ministers Questions was going ahead when the news of the attack on the Clandonian embassy reached through as the news outlets updated their news tickers as the 'Breaking News' appeared. The Sir David Sistilin proceeded with normal with the plan to announce to Parliament five minutes in after a rousing war drive speech. The Foreign Office was in panic when they heard the news of the attack, alerting the PM who was about to go into PMQ's to breakaway and go to meet with the Admiralty in Southampton along with the emergency cabinet.

"Mr Speaker, I bring you the news that a mere two hours ago the Clandonian High Commission in the Akimonadi free city of Fitzrovia was attacked by the armed forces of British Londinium. This is nothing less than a cowardly attack which has killed civilians and personal that are under the protection of the Crown. It is time that the rogue state of the British Londinium to face the consequences for its reckless and unmitigated violence against the Crown and her allies. I now ask you Mr Speaker to take leave for an emergency council with selected members of my cabinet to discuss military action."

The PM then left followed by the various members of cabinet, in reality two battlefleets which had been on station for the potential unrest in Mediterranica along with four logistical squadrons along with a submarine squadron to provide nuclear firepower support should the Greston situation have gone hot. Flying to Southampton by helicopter he arrived at the Admiralty House, two hundred feet underground a tactical display of the area around British Londinium showing allied aircraft and fleets. The Commander of the Imperial Clandonian Armed Force was General Sir Anthony Cecil Hogmanay Melchett KCB DSO, KOCE, RGLO, KC and a friend of the King Williams VII when they were at Winchester together.

"PM, as you can see the situation is as follows. Our fleet force is roughly a week away at current speed we can't increase due the weight of extra munitions, aircraft and the Royal Marines landing equipment. Until then then situation will have to be resolved with a retribution strike on Northampton and Nercia in the North by Bomber Command, our B-22's, Sabres, Type 1000's and Blackadders MR.2'S will conduct PGM and strategic missions to remove their chance of producing war materials that could hamper allied operations."

"Has His Majesty been informed?"

"Yes Prime Minister, I have telephoned the King who has informed me he wishes to send a message to our armed forces tonight on CBC World News."

17th Expeditionary Battlefleet - 'Lightnings' and18th Expeditionary Battlefleet - 'Royalists', 3000 km's from British Londinium

The power of the Royal Navy had been clearly represented, four hundred vessels from the main Imperial Expeditionary Fleet along with eighty eight support vessels. Powerful Royal Sovereign Dreadnoughts along with Clandonian built Cheshire and Avenge Class Battleships with their large VLS banks and main guns. Along with the sixteen County Class CVN Fleet Carriers. Along with the Royal Marine expeditionary unit of 12,800 men and their tanks and aircraft from the Pheasant Class Assault Carriers. The force was at least a week away and the plans for invasion were being assembled by the Imperial Chiefs of Staff in Warminster, to attack and land an amphibious force around Northampton in the North West of British Londinium. Using the fire power of the fleet gunnery and missile banks they would assault the coastal city and land the Marine expeditionary units to establish a beachhead while the Fleet Air Arm and Bomber Command destroyed or pacified the Londinium armed forces in the surrounding territory. War planners were sent to the discuss with Granate on the possibility of linking up with their forces at the river that was North of Caer Gybi to then begin the trek to the capital of Nyquist.

Admiral Lord Wilmslow, a close friend of the King had been briefed on the PM's standing, the country wanted a strong response and the guns of the Royal Navy were the best course of action until Bomber Command had surveyed the area and assembled for operations across the Havenic holdings of Clandonia. Until then the fleet would sail on and prepare for battle, extra munitions were to be airlifted from the logistical squadrons along the equipment for the amphibious landings was moved aboard. The submarine squadron positioned itself to nearer waters to aid in the air strikes with TLAMs and Hawk GLAMs or to harass Londinium shipping.

Antigr

21-05-2008, 16:26

OOC:

Sorry, Vetaka.

Oh, and permission to confuddle you all? I'll make with the simple excuse that morning bursts of clever ideas don't seem that clever later on.

IC:

ANTIGRAN DIPLOMATIC TRANSMISSION
The United Royal Kingdom of Antigr

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To: All Parties Involved
From: King Hallen-Ottestad, Head of State

It seems I have misjudged this situation.
Every man makes his mistakes, and it appears I have done; aggression against British Londinium was perhaps not the best course of action.

However. The United Royal Kingdom will retain it's primary point in this conflict, which is the best interests of Greston.

British Londinium

21-05-2008, 22:50

OOC: Wow, thanks Akimonad et al, because, naturally, all of that artillery and stuff does absolutely no damage *except* in your consulates, where they suddenly become rampaging death machines; my artillery's free to kill civilians and destroy essentially unconsequential targets, but not anything else? Wow. I must have terrible artillerymen.

And what's this with the nukes? Do you guys really depend that much on a nuclear crutch to RP?

Oh, and if I missed anything, just TG me and I'll put it in; there's a lot to keep track of.

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Official Communique to Hurtful Thoughts

The Commonwealth appreciates your assistance in her darkest hour, despite whatever entanglements we've had in the past. Londinian intelligence is convinced that due to the presence of the First Fleet, one of the largest in the Akimonadi navy, Fitzrovia was serving as a staging ground for assaults on Greston. We would most sincerely appreciate whatever aid you're willing to send at this time.

***

Reserve Emergency Government Redoubt (REGoR)
Somewhere in the Rorarian Mountains, Lake Davidson
0400 hours

Linking each city in the Commonwealth was an extensive rail network, on which bullet trains sped delivering passengers and cargo. Beneath these rail-lines, hundreds of feet underground, were secret government monorails designed for the rapid, covert transport of troops, and even government officials when the situation called for it.

The previous evening, in a closed session of the National Assembly, the order was given by Consul Nately to wholly evacuate all high government officials from the city, from the Supreme Court, to the Royal Family, and even the entirety of the three houses of parliament.

Underneath the mountains, deep underground, these monorails arrived at the REGoR facility, unloading droves of personnel and supplies to the facility. If, or, rather, when, Nyquist came under attack, the chance of a decapitation strike would finally be eliminated.

Despite the apparent confusion of the Londinian relocation of the organs of governance, several important orders had been made, such as the deployment of the Eleventh and Second Fleets, each seven hundred vessels (OOC: ORBATs forthcoming), to the north.
***

Filioque Stop Line
Outside Eryx

The Skyian assault had not been wholly unanticipated; for the most part, elements of the Londinian Forces stationed there had been ready to open fire at the slightest movement of Skyian forces outside of their designated enclave.

Nonetheless, the effects of the Skyian attack were indeed severe. Bridges across the River Eryx, which neatly bisected the stop line, had been eliminated wholesale, making the transport of personnel from either side impossible. The front lines of Filioque were, by all means, devastated, with pillboxes smashed into oh so expensive concrete rubble. The fixed artillery pieces and anti-air defenses were, by the end of the Skyian barrage, eighty percent gone; even many of the mobile pieces suffered damage in some regard.

Nevertheless, the lines still held, for the time being. Though many of the above-ground fortifications had disappeared, the underground transport systems and tunnels were fairly intact, meaning that infantrymen and tanks would have easy access to the front lines, and the extensive trench networks remained to provide some measure of cover.

Damaged equipment was quickly evacuated to the reserve stop line, a hundred and fifty kilometers away, for repairs, while the remaining hundred rocket artillery batteries and seventy howitzers opened fire or Eryx with incendiary shells.

***

Ebury Stop Line
Outside Fitzrovia

Anti-air defences targeted as many enemy planes as they could, perforating every non-Londinian aircraft in range with as many IRIS-T missiles and flak as the batteries could manage. The 23rd Air Superiority Wing ceased to exist, on the other hand, between the Aralonian and Endorsian attacks, due to the sheer incompetence and n00b-like, pants-on-head retardation of British Londinium.

No endorse

22-05-2008, 00:44

ooc: well, dedicated OOC thread aside, which we should use to avoid cluttering this one up
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=554676

You do realize the name of the alliance you're up against, yes? You do realize the nations you've chosen to prod with a stick, yes? I RP as suck in a 1950s-60s mindset, there's a reason those planes are nice ol Arrow rips and the AAMs are updated AIM-26s. Don't worry, we won't resort to LOL I ICBM U UR NATON IZ GLASSED1111 and I expect you to respect the same courtesy. (Nova Britannica is a good example of why... 63 gigatonnes of example) Thus far, launches have been purely tactical, and will remain such. Thusly, I refer you to the numerous attacks that have been made: namely me and Aralonia, the two I believe you have taken issue with. And Ara didn't even pop the word "nuke" in his post.

Vetaka

22-05-2008, 02:05

OOC: Aki been having trouble with Internet and NS so unsure if TG got through if not ill catch you tomorrow on #d.

OOC All:

With all due respect can we like tone down the aggressive and somewhat harsh words? We are all men and we all have cocks thats something established time and time again on Nationstates, its also something that we all say pisses us off as it stalls RP's. So can we get past it stop bitch slapping eachother with the scarasm and get down to writing some good Roleplay?

I ain't having a dig at anybody and I won't point fingers and name people but from this post on can we all cut the shit, have no OOC and RP. If you have objections to something in a post or to the result of an attack then use the relavant forms of communication such as OOC threads, mIRC, MSN, E-mail or Telegram.

This is a damn good Roleplay with a good foundation history, I urge all of you to act like real men of honour, do yourselfs ruddy proud, have a some fun with it and set the example of what a good Thread and RP is.

Vetaka

Doomingsland

22-05-2008, 02:44

Mr. Sun was shining brightly in the noon sky and the birds chirped their pleasant songs merrily; a warm, gentle breeze fell upon those in this beautiful, serene countryside. The sharp crack of compressed gas forcing nails through flesh and wood was the only thing louder than the screams of the condemned. Maximus, grinning broadly, walked with a soldierly swagger down the dirt road, nodding politely to his soldiers as they went about their duties, hoisting the villagers onto crosses. This particular village hadn't surrendered when given the chance, and now the locals were paying the price for their belligerence.

"The only proper way to civilize these savages, eh Marcus?" Maximus said in a merry tone.

"Indeed, sire!" replied Maximus' horse, Marcus, in an eager Praetonian accent, trotting along the path beside him, his saddle bag full of rotting severed heads which gave off the most glorious scent while his monocle glistened brightly in the sun.

Suddenly, the Emperor of Doomingsland found himself awake and staring at the high vaulted cieling of his bedroom.

"And I was having such a pleasant dream. What is it, Gaius?" Maximus said in an exhausted tone without looking away from the cieling to his slave , who stood in the open doorway to Caesar's Chambers.

"Grave news from the frontier, sire. We are attacked," replied the fifty-two year old balding slave in a tone that conveyed his own outrage at the incedent. In Doomani society, household slaves more often than not held respected positions; this was most true of the emperor's own lead slave, who took great pride in his servitude.

Maximus sat straight up, a sinister darkness falling across his bearded, stone face. His eyes were utterly unreadable. "By whom?"

"The Londinians, my liege. They've razed our consulate in Fitzrovia to the ground. From what the Akimonadi have told us, there were no survivors."

Maximus was silent. He stared right through the priveleged slave before looking him in the eye,

"Leave me. I'll be dressed in two."

"Yes, Imperator," Gaius replied, bowing his head solemnly and retreating from the room, shutting the door behind him.

Maximus flicked on the lights. Turning to his left, he found his wife, Elizibeth of Praetonia, , laying on the bed staring right at him.

"You'll be leading this one, won't you?" she said in that sweet tone she always used, albeit with a hint of worry.

"If it comes to that, my love. Hopefully these barbarians will bow and unnecessary bloodshed may be avoided..." his voice trailed off as he buttoned his uniform shirt. He looked at her for a moment.

Both of them knew he was not hoping for anything of the sort. If there was one thing Maximus loved in this world as much as God, the Imperium, and his family, it was unnecessary bloodshed. He relished it. He craved it. Pulling a boot on, he leaned over the bed and kissed her.

"I'll see you before I leave, don't worry," he assured her, taking his sheathed gladius from the bedstand and fixing the sheath to his belt.

Dressed in the crisp tan summer uniform of the Exercitus with the insignia only worn by an Imperator adorning the collar and a tremendous amount of medals and ribbons plastering his breast, his peaked cap was tucked under his left arm. As he stepped out of the room and within milliseconds walking silently at his side was his trusted bodyguard, Titus Artorius Dives, Prefect of the Paladin Guard. Dives was a man utterly devoid of humor, something Maximus found appropriate at times, but at others he found it downright irritating.

"I take it you know more than I do at this point, Titus," Maximus said in an emotionless tone to the old Legionary,

"There isn't much to know about this, sire. They razed our consulate and killed Imperial citizens, and therefore must pay," Titus replied calmly.

Having served alongside Maximus since he was a mere boy, Titus was always entitled to his opion in Caesar's eyes.

"And I shall see to that," replied the emperor resolutely.

The two walked silently for some time, finally coming to the Imperator's War Room a vast, spacious conference room carved entirely of marble, intricate patterns adorning the wall and images of past campaigns forever immoralized in rock upon the room's cieling. The floor's mirror-like polish and the dark color of the marble gave the room a sinister yet regal feeling. It was now crowded with generals, who robotically snapped to attention, flashing Maximus the standard Doomani horizontal stiff-arm salute, which was swiftly returned. Without even allowing anyone to speak, Maximus began in an authoritive tone,

"Have the Dux of Granatia see that his five best legions are ready within twelve hours. I feel in the mood to gratify my beloved subjects with the war they've been baying for," he looked about the room, his eyes narrowing to his brother Marius, his highest ranking general, "See to the details of our forces. Have them ready for Exterminatus should the Londinians refuse my most generous demands," and with nothing else needing to be said, he exited the room full of now very busy senior officers. They could tell he was especially furious: when Maximus was very angry at a particular occurence, rather than going berserk and destroying everything in sight as he did at lesser incedents, he instead conveyed no emotion whatsoever. The entire time he'd been completely stone-faced; his eyes had been utterly unreadable.

"Gaius!" he barked, his slave seeming to materialize out of thin air at his side.

"Sire?"

"Compose the following message for delivery to the infidels..."

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Attention Londinian savages:

It has recently come to my attention that upon the orders of the Consul of British Londinium, sovereign Imperial territory (which also happens to be my personal property, in this case) located within the Akimonadi city of Fitzrovia was razed to the ground by the Londinian Army. This has resulted in the deaths of thirty-nine Imperial citizens. I do not care for an explanation, for no explanation is needed: if you did not intend outright for my subjects to be killed in such a manner, you instead displayed wanton disregard for their well-being resulting in their being killed. You have perpetrated a great crime, and thus I leave you with two choices:

Choice number one: surrender immediately and unconditionally to Havenic forces. This is non-negotiable.

Choice number two: Face invasion by my armies and Exterminatus. I will personally see to it that every man, woman, and child in Londinium is dead or enslaved. This I promise.

You have twenty-four hours to reply to this. If no reply is recieved, I shall assume you are rejecting my offer of life and instead begging for my promise of death. Choose wisely.

-Imperator Maximus III Doomanus Caesar

Vetalia

22-05-2008, 03:30

Vetalia City, Vetalia

"By order of the Proconsular Council, districts six, ten, sixteen and twenty nine are hereby ordered to mobilize Civil Defense forces...all military units placed on alert...Praetor vows to fight to the end..." The mechanical, unisex voice of the public announcement system echoed across the deserted streets of the capitol, speaking to no-one and everyone. The once glittering, crowded streets of the city were deathly silent with only the quiet hum of State Security patrol vehicles and the occasional pedestrian breaking the otherwise unnerving calm. In the distance, which thanks to the calm could be three miles or thirty away from the urban core tinny military music was blaring as yet another unit prepared for movement towards the Londininan front.

For the first time in over two decades, Vetalia City was again threatened by the potential of foreign attack. Defenses left idle for a generation were reactivated, and the beautiful opulence of the city's towering skyscrapers marred by a forest of under-construction anti-air defenses. At Civil Defense stations across the city, groups of volunteers labored to fill sandbags, string barbed wire, and train clumsily with weapons for their potential role as defenders of the capitol. Around the city, Vetalian Army units worked tirelessly to man their own defenses, and aircraft flew practice sorties over the city to prepare for a potential attack. In the city's harbor, cargo ships were dwarfed by the massive Northern Command as it prepared to set sail for British Londinium.

The previous units were hastily recalled to join the rest of the force, with their hundred thousand men and dozens of ships no match for the colossal might of the Havenic forces. Too many of the army's high command had seen the devastation caused by the forces of Crimmond firsthand, and it moved them to take the greatest precautions to prevent the repeat of such a disaster. Propaganda across the country, rapidly produced for this crisis advertised it as a struggle for freedom, for Mediterranica and for the liberation of their Londinian brothers and sisters from the cruel tyranny of Haven. The blitz was reaching a furious pace, with the worst racial and ethnic stereotypes used to flame the country's xenophobic sentiments to an absolutely deadly level. Not since the Melnikov era had such a nationalist tide consumed the country, and not since that era had the government taken such a strong stance against a foreign power.

OOC: This force is departing Vetalia proper. All things equal, it should reach the mainland of British Londinium in a few days. In the event that war breaks out, all Vetalian colonies are fair game and I will provide a list of them for nations interested in fighting such a campaign.

Vetalian-Londinian Expeditionary Force

50 Infantry divisions.
50 Mechanized divisions.
50 Armored divisions.

SEACOMs 1-5 plus 3 carrier groups and five task forces (approx. 900 combat ships)

120 Strategic Air Command fighter squadrons
10 SAC bomber wings

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OOC2: Specifics can be provided if and when combat occurs. In general, this is equal to approximately 900 ships, 1,440 fighter aircraft and 120 bombers of various classes and 3 million soliders as well as armor, supply vehicles, artillery and other associated equipment.

OOC3: These troops are not all moving en masse. Obviously, attempting to move an entire force of 3 million soldiers at once would be a logistical nightmare, so they are split in to six different forces of 500,000 men that will deploy in different parts of British Londinium. The naval fleet is moving first, with the SAC units departing airbases in Vetalia with the intent to land in British Londinium. Supply lines run across the center of Mediterranica, so if enemy forces can secure those they can disrupt our operations.

British Londinium

22-05-2008, 04:05

OOC: I ask that retribution be exclusively limited to BL and BL alone.

Londinian Strategic Rocket Command
Calcaria, the Commonwealth

Air Marshal Brandon Sheridan sighed, thumbing the well-worn photograph his wife and children ruefully. He wondered, at times like these, if he would ever see them again. Surely, as Haven approached, Calcaria would be a prime target, particularly this facility. Sheridan often imagined how the end would come. Would it be a clean bunker-busting missile or three? The purging fires of a nuclear missile? The air marshal, though, more often than not imagined the blast doors being blown open by enemy commandos, innocent Army Air Force personnel being shot in the head or tortured, poor men and women who only knew duty to queen and country.

The release of nuclear weapons has been authorized by Her Majesty's Government. Predetermined Assault Pattern Foxtrot-Alpha-Hotel has been ordered. Awaiting final launch confirmation.

The computer's announcement took Sheridan off guard. Last time he checked, the Consul had specifically ordered that nuclear missiles not be utilized, out of fear of another glassing.

"You, Lieutenant," the air marshal ordered, pointing at a blue-uniformed woman. "Manually double-check incoming message's authenticity, and get voice confirmation from someone at REGoR."

"Yes, sir," the lieutenant said meekly, pecking away at her computer's keys. The air marshal picked up a slim black-and-red binder from his desk, entitled Strategic Rocket Forces: PAP Options as Detailed in Internal MoD White Paper, April 2025. The binder appeared to be a relic from the fifties, with its archaic-looking maps and diagrams, the McCarthy-like, agitprop tone of the writing.

PAP Foxtrot-Alpha-Hotel
Full release of entire nuclear arsenal. Ten thousand ICBMs directed at Akimonad, seven thousand at Doomingsland, five thousand at The Silver Sky, and five thousand at Clandonia Prime. PAP F.A.H. doctrine stipulates...

So, this is it, the air marshal thought. This is how we go out.

"Ah, sir?" the lieutenant said. "Authorization is correct; received voice confirmation from Mr. Crerar himself."

"Very well, then," Sheridan sighed. "Proceed with the firing sequence."

With that, twenty-seven thousand five-megaton nuclear missiles began to climb into the sky from silos housed throughout central British Londinium.

Elsewhere, deep within the Rorarians, a consul whispered, "Sayonvoir." Volscian for 'goodbye.'

Aralonia

22-05-2008, 04:31

[ATTACK WING R, 27 B-95 BOMBERS]
[APPROXIMATELY 50 KILOMETERS FROM FITZROVIA, FROM THE WEST]
[TIME: SEVERAL MINUTES AFTER ARALONIAN MISSILE ATTACK]

“Inbound anti-air rockets!” No matter what plane this message came from. IRIS-T missiles speared the engines, cutting apart the turbines and forcing the plane to begin a slow descent, punctuated only by turbine explosions cutting the aircraft fuselage in half, promptly ceasing the flight of the aircraft in question.

Attack Wings D, E, F, G, I, J, K, L, N, O, P, Q, R, S, U, V, X, and Y participated in this initial assault, a total of 486 bomber aircraft. Wings P, Q, and R led the assault with their M3 missile bays, as well as anti-radiation missiles for use against ground targets such as anti-aircraft radar sets and search radars. Wings J, K, and L were designated specifically to take care of possible missile threats, and utilised massive ECM emitters to confuse inbound guided warheads and enemy communications. Unfortunately, ECM could only protect against so much.

The air around the planes of P, Q, and R was horrifically rent apart as thousands of flak shells and numerous anti-aircraft missiles detonated, ceasing the Bernoulli's Principle around many of the wings of said attack wings. Out of 81 aircraft, 25 immediately collapsed as the remainder of the aircraft suffered various amounts of damage, ranging from losing their horizontal stabilisers to losing an engine pod. The oceans and skies near Fitzrovia were suddenly filled with additional metal fragments and hazards to human life as two aircraft, swerving due to messy control surfaces, collided in midair, detonating their payload of missiles and explosives, shuddering the remaining planes in Wing Q.

“Point Beta reached! Firing anti-radiation rockets and dispenser pods at designated targets! Sky Tops, when we get on the ground, our next flight is to lift you some gallons of ice cream, got it?”

48 aircraft remained available to launch internal stores at the Stop Line, dispensing their product of cluster bomblet dispensers and anti-radiation missiles, twenty-four of each per plane, targeted at anti-aircraft batteries, primarily.

In a sense, planes of wings P, Q, and R were flying as gigantic SEAD aircraft, aiming to smash the hell out of anti-air defences before the hammer and fist of Aralonian firepower could be struck down.

The only thing marring the flight of Aralonian aircraft was a streak of lights in the sky, thousands of streaks, rising higher, higher, higher.

Leafanistan

22-05-2008, 04:51

Mount Star Executive Bunker

Triumvirate Council Member and Fleet Admiral Sandra O'Toole began to put on her heavy armored uniform once again. The American crisis seemed over, and she would soon be home in the nice and thankfully room temperature mansion in Concord's outskirts.

That was when a contingent of Republican Guard rushed into the room, the air conditioning in the miles deep bunker came back on, and the red klaxons began blaring.

The Admiral just undid the single button she got on and the uniform fell off.

The main screen showed a massive launch, and the TORSION class N.I.s had just begun counting the numbers of missiles. The number was rising well above 20,000 and continued to climb with an upper limit of 30,000 and a lower limit of 19,800 and these numbers were growing.

A little abstract representation of British Londinium was launching them. Probable trajectories were being calculated, but the TORSION class N.I.s had decided the list of targets would be mainly the aggressors against them in the recent war, and had made a probability list of targets.

The stood in bold red numerals next to the nation's name.

Akimonad 99.99% sure target, estimated amount: --,---
Doomingsland 99.99% sure target, estimated amount: --,---
The Silver Sky 94.5% sure target, estimated amount: --,---
Aralonia 17.4% sure target, estimated amount: --,---
Clandonia Prime: 88.45% sure target, estimated amount --,---
Leafanistan 00.12% sure target, estimated amount --,---

And the amount of missiles was still unsure, even with computer aided assistance. They could only estimate. The time to impact was still changing, it was originally several hours but it was dropping for each nation as the trajectories came in.

Leafanistan had no business with most of these nations, but it was one name at interested Sandra, and the other two Triumvirate Council members now appearing via telepresense. The Silver Sky had given Leafanistan her blood, and it was Leafanistan's turn to respond.

The Silver Sky 99.99% sure target, estimated amount: 1,000 - 7,000

There was no need to confer, The Silver Sky was owed a blood debt, and Leafanistan like any reliable nation had to pay up.

There was no way they were in any good way to respond. Their ground based interceptors were at a poor angle and couldn't respond unless they wandered into a good position. Even then the older liquid fueled ones were being fueled up on the off chance some of the missiles were headed toward Leafanistan.

2 flights of MiG-107 Spectrum space superiority fighters could respond, but they only had 4 missiles each. That meant only 32 missiles could be intercepted.

A single cruiser could be rushed in, but it would be at a terrible position to actually intercept the missiles, but could plink at the MIRVs as they separated. Nonetheless the decision was made to fire.

The cruiser would use its 155mm coilguns to take plinking shots with range bursting projectiles to try to damage as many of the MIRVs it could. Two flights of MiG-107s would be launched from their military space stations to intercept, hopefully the missiles wouldn't have much ECM.

As the Sky Marshall responded positively and ordered the interception squads to move the Triumvirate Council knew that every little bit at this point helped its ally. They could only hope that there would be a Silver Sky to thank them when this night ended.

Scandavian States

22-05-2008, 05:10

Time: Sometime after Anagonian nuclear strike
Location: 15,000km from Greston coastline
Depth: 600m

It was time for another TRB download and this one would prove to be what the skippers of the 4th Strategic Missile Fleet had been waiting for. Everybody had known it would be coming, after all one didn't deploy a sizable fraction of a nuclear deterrent outside of one's region in complete secrecy without the expectation that said deterrent would be used.

The Captain looked at his watch and then over at his tactical section, "Guns, call the torpedo room and inform them to load a Tethered Radio Buoy into tube one. Load tubes two, three, and four with torpedoes. Flood all tubes and launch TRB."

The head of the tactical section responded, "Aye, sir, load TRB into tube one and torpedoes in all other tubes. Flood tubes and launch TRB."

"Comms, set decryption to Class 1 Strategic and prepare to receive regular orders."

Comms replied, "Aye sir, set decryption to max and prepare to receive regular orders."

Tactical reported, "Sir, TRB reports narrow-band link with satellite acquired. Downloading orders now."

And then Comms followed it up, "Sir, orders are being received, orders are presently being decrypted."

The Captain nodded, "Very well, send the orders to my terminal once they are decrypted."

"Aye, sir, send orders to your terminal once they are decrypted," confirmed the Comms officer.

The powerful computers of the Sunderer's communications section took almost no time at all to decrypt and send the new orders. The Captain took a moment to read them and then hit the button to bring up the speaker system for the entire ship, "Attention all hands, this is the Captain speaking. The following are our new orders:

"From: Joint Strategic Command. To: Strategic Missile Fleet Four. Subject: Hostile launch detected. One: Massive ballistic missile launch detected from British Londinium, target presumed to be as yet unidentified nations in Haven. Two: All ballistic missile submarines are to reset targeting solutions to British Londinium only. Three: Once solutions are achieved all ballistic missile submarines are ordered to launch their missiles. Four: Her Imperial Majesty wishes best of luck and God speed."

"Tactical, cut buoy and close all torpedo tubes. Bring up preset targeting solutions for British Londinium."

"Aye, sir, cut buoy and close all tubes, bring up preset solutions for British Londinium," replied the Tac officer shakily.

"Get your shit together, son, this is the real deal."

"Aye, aye, sir."

"Conn, make depth 150 feet, five degrees up bubble," ordered the Captain.

"Five degrees up bubble, depth 1-5-0 feet, aye, sir," replied Conn.

"Comms, call the XO to the bridge immediately."

The Comms officer nodded and picked up the phone for the ship's speaker system, "XO to the bridge immediately. I say again, XO to the bridge immediately."

"Sir, solutions uploaded, missiles are ready in all respects," butted in the Tactical officer.

"Very well, set Condition 1 throughout the ship."

"Aye, sir, set Condition 1," at which point the Tac officer picked up the phone Comms had used moments ago while pushing a button setting off the action stations klaxon, "Action stations, action stations, set Condition 1 throughout the ship. I say again, action stations, action stations, set Condition 1 throughout the ship, this is not a drill."

By the time the evolution had completed the sub had leveled off and was slowly trawling along, which Conn dutifully reported, "Sir, the ship is at 1-5-0 feet."

"Very well. Tactical, open all missile doors and prepare to fire."

"Aye, sir, open missile door and prepare to fire." After a short pause Guns reported, "Sir, missile doors open, missiles prepared to fire."

"Very good, Tactical." Just then the XO stepped through the hatch, "XO, what the hell took you so long? Never mind, we have orders to fire. Please read the dispatch, confirm it, and then lend me your thumb."

The XO did as he was told, "Sir, I accept this message as authentic and I am prepared to carry out my orders."

"Let's get this over with, then."

Both officers produced keys from around their necks, which they slotted into the appropriate locks and turned at the same time. Plastic covers lifted from two biometric readers, which both senior officers pressed their thumbs to at the same time. If there was any deviation, the tactical computer would automatically override the launch command and prevent the missiles from launching until an Admiral of the Fleet entered an override code of his/her own. Fortunately, a lengthy journey after failing to launch the missiles as ordered wouldn't be necessary here, as the tactical computer quickly accepted the two thumb prints as authentic. Not five seconds later the ship shuddered as the first tube's gas system expelled the first missile, propelling it to the surface in a cloud of gas bubbles. Just before the missile breached the surface its booster kicked it clear of the ocean and 1500 feet into the air, at which point the missile's nuclear reactor initiated and a light as bright as the sun's corona marked the tail end of the missile. And then the second, third, fourth, and so on until all twenty-four missiles were launched.

The missiles in the assigned long-range profile would climb to 90,000 feet and scoot along at more than Mach 4 until they hit the outer edge of the enemy's missile defense radar envelope, at which point they'd dive down until they were flying nape of the earth courses and begin dispersing their packages. Each missile carried twenty-six 450kt nuclear warheads, which could be independently jettisoned (and retarded by parachute) over an assigned target, which allowed the missile to make a clean getaway.

The first targets to be hit were fixed radars, followed by air defense missile batteries, military installations, transportation infrastructure, and so on until finally the only thing that was left would be cities. They, of course, wouldn't be spared either. Or, rather, what was left of the cities wouldn't be spared, since it was assumed that much of the major cities would be destroyed when warheads took out strategic targets. In short, it was the General Regional Suppression condensed down to a single nation.

The Silver Sky

22-05-2008, 05:32

Filioque Stop Line
Outside Eryx

The attack had insofar been a total success. The plan had caught the Londiniums by surprise and several gaps had formed in the Filioque Stop Line. It was only a matter of time before the tanks that made up the spear head of the forces were able to exploit those gaps.

The rockets and artillery shells the Londiniums fired left several bases as nothing flames as well as various sections of the Eryx wall in flames. However most of the bases served only as rally points and their other activies had moved underground. The loss of several thousand gallons of fuel and tonnes of munitions was nothing to be laughed at however. Military casualties were limted to a few dozen helicopters and light trucks [and their crews] which had not yet been deployed. Civilian casualties were unknown but likely low, even if a few buildings had caught fire. A fair amount of rockets were intercepted by point defense weapons mounted either statically or on mobile chassis.

The artillery responded with counter battery fire in the form of a stream of 130mm rockets and a rain of 155mm shells as tanks continued to pour out of the city. SMG Rowan led his platoon of vehicles through a gap in the wall and into combat. However he was soon startled by a Class I Announcement.

"ICBM launches have been detected throughout Londinium via satellite and radar, all units are to halt their advance at current point and suit up for NBC warfare. Havenic reprisal is eminent." Yelled the headphones into his ear.

SGM Rowan cursed loudly to himself as he ordered his gunner to engage another target before deploying smoke. He gave his platoon the order to pop smoke and return to the city in an organized manner before suiting up for NBC warfare. He looked up for a moment, just long enough to catch site of a thick white contrail racing into space.

JOSH-A, Classified Location, The Silver Sky

The Joint Operations Strategic Headquarters - Alpha was the top secret command bunker for the entire military. Within seconds of the Londinium ICBM launch the base sprung into action. Anti-Ballistic Missile defense systems were activated remotely. Space based nuclear weapons were fired down towards the horde of ICBMs, exploding in the upper reaches of the stratosphere they swatted tens of hundreds missiles from the sky with a white hot hand.

The missiles that survived would be intercepted by brilliant pebbles once they reached space. By then their trajectories could be analyzed, and only missiles that were headed for The Silver Sky were engaged, the number of missiles dwindled as they passed through progressively thicker layers of Brilliant Pebbles and bomb-pumped X-ray Lasers. Any remaining missiles would be engaged via Legionnaire Missile Batteries all around the nation. Even a few missiles de-orbited prematurely and crashed into the oceans between The Silver Sky and British Londinium.

Within 5 minutes of the Londinium launch, the entirety of the Skyian Land Based Strategic Missile Silos opened their doors and belched huge missiles into orbit, 125 tonne "Pandora"-ICBMs, 10,000 of them, each carrying 16 500kT thermonuclear devices into LEO towards British Londinium for a grand total of 80 Gigatons of TNT. Targets were any type of transportation networks not within 50km of allied units. Cities and military bases were targeted down to the closer range of 25km.

The other 3,000 missiles launched carried a more conventional [yet unconventional for an ICBM] payload of 32 SIM-666 Anti-Ballistic Missile KE Interceptors. These glorified brilliant pebbles were dispensed into LEO to take out the rest of the ICBMs. The fact that none of the missiles were of the MIRV of MaIRV variety helped in the interception, also many nations used their ABMs to thin the number of missiles. The Skyian Orbital Navy also lended it's help, using lasers and space to space missiles to destroy more warheads. In the battle they were able to identify the Leafanistani cruiser and fighters sent to help, they were be re-payed in some way soon.

Only a few missiles made it through, destroying an entire ICBM complex, and several smaller towns and military bases.

Casualties were estimated at nearly 1 million civilians either dead or dying and two whole divisions were wiped off the map as their bases were hit. The mountains that towered over the northern cities [the ones hit] nearly collapsed as they got a makeover in the form of huge craters on their slopes. Radiation was estimated to linger over the northern part of the country for a few months.

ChevyRocks

22-05-2008, 06:02

The sharp, piercing racket of the klaxons suddenly burst forth in the headquarters of Chevrokian Strategic Command. All around, the various employees and military officials were shocked, and suddenly very nervous. Commanding officer of STRATCOM, General Anna Christenson, quickly exited her office and nearly ran to the central display room of the complex.

“What’s going on here?” She demanded to know.

“We’ve just gotten in detection from our satellites of a massive strategic launch from British Londinium.”

“WHAT?!? You’re joking?”

“I’m afraid not, General. The satellites are observing Londinian strategic launches from all over the country. Huge launch numbers, our sats are having trouble keeping up, but it’s well over 20,000 individuals so far.”

“Holy mother of god, they really had to do it…”

The General ran back to her office and picked up the red phone, which was hotwired direct to the offices of the President, Olav Jagland, and the Secretary of Defense, Harald Gustav.

“MR. PRESIDENT!” She said rather bluntly.

“Oh Christ,” he said, “somebody’s set us up the bomb, haven’t they?”

“Sir, it appears that may be the case. We’ve detected a massive strategic launch coming from British Londinium, at least 20,000 individual launches. We can’t be sure they’re aimed at us, but we suspect they’re launching against members of the coalition, which could potentially still be us. I suggest an immediate launch, Mr. President.”

“I agree, sir,” said SecDef. “Even if they’re not aimed for us, they must surely be aimed at fellow Haven nations, and we will not stand by idly while our neighbors are glassed.”

“Sir,” the General added, “if we are going to launch, I need your decision now.”

The President paused for a brief moment. The Chevrokian nuclear arsenal was generally a quiet reality in contrast with the members of the Nuclear Commonwealth. Though they widely promoted their ability to erase entire nations, the Chevrokians typically did not, and their nuclear stockpile was maintained without much publicity. And now, likely one of the most important decisions of President Jagland’s political career would have to be made only minutes after receiving the news. Nuclear brinksmanship didn’t give time to waste on decision making; it had to be now or never.

“Very well. I give the order to initiate War Plan Ragnarok.”

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In the belly of a massive, jet block bomber aircraft lay an air-launched intercontinental ballistic missile, known as the Odysseus. The bomber was only a part of the Chevrokian nuclear offensive capability, but an important air-mobile part of the system, which had earned the nickname Strategicheskogo Raketonosci, or “strategic rocket carriers.” They were on nearly constant patrol, with 1,608 planes nuclear tasked, and with their missiles loaded in such a manner to give them orbital capability.

All of a sudden, the inanimate missile sprung to life, with electrical energy flowing through its many circuits. This missile now had life, though it was to be short lived, and a purpose; to deliver its six 150 kiloton thermonuclear warheads to Londinium. The minds of men did not bother the missile at all, for not being a creature of nature, it did not need to understand the intricacies of international politics or the ethical considerations involved in authorizing the use of nuclear weapons, assuming there was somebody that actually had any qualm about that.

And now, from inside the belly of the B-90B Zeus bomber nicknamed by its crew “The Trooper,” the Odysseus missile was free, falling from its bomb bay into the sky. After several seconds of doing seemingly nothing, its first stage rocket motor ignited and it was now alive, with a purpose, and on its way, preceding five other identical missiles being released just from that single black bomber. In total, 9,648 missiles would be released by their bombers, divided three ways between variants carrying six 150 kiloton, three 500 kiloton warheads, or a single 1.25 megaton warhead.

As the missile reached the upper atmosphere, its first stage rocket motor burned out, and after being dropped off, the second stage motor ignited, further propelling the missile upward into space. As it exited the last remnants of the earth’s atmosphere, the missile jettisoned its aerodynamic surfaces; fairings on the tail which covered the gap between the first and second stages, and the nosecone of the missile, now revealing the six MaIRVs pointing out. Very close to reaching orbit, the second stage motor burned out, was released, followed shortly after by ignition of the third stage, giving the Odysseus sufficient velocity to reach Low Earth Orbit.

Eventually the third stage motor burned out as well, and the maneuvering unit released itself from the last stage, and gave a quick and small thrust to propel it away from the dead mass. The maneuvering unit and its six warheads drifted through space for a short while, until its inertial navigation system signaled its approach to the target area.

The maneuvering unit gave one further boost, its jet thrusters tilting the entire unit pitched nose down, ready to release. When the time came, the thrusters gave one last burst, slowing down the maneuvering unit relative to the six warheads and four penetration decoys, complete with radar jamming ability to further help the real warheads in their path.

Of all the missiles fired by the Chevrokians, their total destructive power came up to a combined yield of nearly 11.8 gigatons of nuclear fire, releasing upon British Londinium the gift of instant sunshine.

Now in darkness, world stops turning
Ashes where the bodies burning
No more war pigs of the power
Hand of God has struck the hour
Day of Judgment, God is calling
On their knees the war pigs crawling
Begging mercy for their sins
Satan, laughing, spreads his wings

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As the missiles neared their targets in Londinium, President Jagland leaned back in his chair, and uttered the single phrase “For what they are about to receive, I hope they are truly grateful.”

Hurtful Thoughts

22-05-2008, 06:27

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Official Communique to Hurtful Thoughts

The Commonwealth appreciates your assistance in her darkest hour, despite whatever entanglements we've had in the past. Londinian intelligence is convinced that due to the presence of the First Fleet, one of the largest in the Akimonadi navy, Fitzrovia was serving as a staging ground for assaults on Greston. We would most sincerely appreciate whatever aid you're willing to send at this time.

OOC: Assuming you still hold Derventio.
Project ANOTT (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=552791), don't let the first post throw you, it was originally meant to be an intro to optional colonial brawling for a newbie. Secondly, it's a loose end, and I don't like loose ends, particularily when they involve WMD.

IC:
At sea: Somewhere between TWSP and BL:
The HOI boat, after being interned after a favor raked in by The World Soviet Party, had changed their flag an operating status once more, and were out again, this time as a tramp steamer owned by the Red Tide Mafia of Leafanistani fame. It was kinda odd posing as a company smugling weapons vaguely posing as an exporter of fine lumber and furnature when they were hauling weapons... Still, it could be worse.

Their destination was to be Fitzrovia, in the event things went poorly over the next month, they would act as the insurance policy.

New Roanoke Island Naval Base, PROHT:
The men of the Third Hurtian Royal Airborne Marine Raider Division, Charlie Brigade were busy loading up for immediate airdropping, though they planned on saving 3rd and 5th Battalions for a series of airdrops as close to Fitzrovia as possable. For all these operations, heavy MiGCAP was to be provided by Hurtian F-4 Phantom IIs and land-based Su-34s co-coordinated by EB-52Hs.

The general idea was to deploy the troops one or two battalions at a time, due to the limited nature of Hurtian air-assets and the heavy concentration of anti-aircraft fire over BL.

'Third' Brigade was to be comanded by Brigadier General Ralph "Ender" Wickum, his overseas combat experiance being fairly little since becoming a CO, though training was notoriously harsh, if he survived this long, he was ready.

The flight was composed of over a hundred planes, many being confiscated foriegn commercial aircraft. Those stuck at Kampfenburg International Airport waiting for a flight home were simply told their planes had been grounded due to lack of fuel and/or poor weather as they were rounded up and put under house arrest in nearby motels. The motel managers were quite happy with this arrangement.

Anyways, there's always some greenhorn stuck on the ground gassing up these planes on the flighline wondering to himself many things, namely:

This is a lot of aircraft, what's going on?
That plane doesn't look like one of ours, what's it doing here?
Who or what are the Third Brigade and what makes them so special?

And, the answer to these questions, though not necissarilly the answers he'll get, would be:

1. Airlifting an unprecedented amount of troops an unprecedented distance non-stop into one of the worst combat zones ever seen in the past five years.

2. Confiscated aircraft, many of them aren't Hurtian, their flight plans say they aren't supposed to be flying, or are flying someplace else. Though a poor choice for paradropping, they be just fine for airlanding masses of troops into friendly airports without too much difficulty.

3. *sigh* First there's the signifigance of the Hurtian Marine divisions...
Everything below ten is a 'Royal Gaurds' division, the first two specialising in amphibious assault, the third specialised in asymetric warfare. The kind some brass would call "Modern warfare". They employ unorthadox strategies to gain the upper-hand in battle rather than spamming human-wave assaults and hoping their 'elite' status will save them from hot shards of metal. In short, they are the People's Republic's "Quiet Proffesionals". Third Brigade just happens to be one of the better brigades available.

OOC:
I think I'll start landing AFTER the nukes have cleared.

Antigr

22-05-2008, 16:44

OOC:

It is getting clear that I have royally screwed things up on my part. Partially due to because I had only 4 hours' sleep, partly 'cos I couldn't find the coffee, partly 'cos I didn't read posts properly, partly 'cos I really made a half-arsed post. The following ICing is a bit of a lie, but I'm not overly creative.

So, I'm afraid I'm going to have to try and compensate, especially to Veteka, who I think isn't too pleased with me.
Over the course of the next few days, I'm going to have to very slowly bend my own words, and try to RP it. Apart from this, will you people accept a sorry? it doesn't mean much - and it doesn't mean enough, especially to the chappies from ADAN who got b*llocked over my own mistakes for it - but, I can't think of anything else to say.

IC:

NCESC Command Centre Room, Outside Auston, Antigr

President Pierce cupped his head in his hands. He let out a little groan and then reclined in his chair, looking up at the ceiling. The warm, yellow lights had been put in to attempt to provide some relaxation in the NCESC - National Combat & Emergency Situational Command - room.

He was probably as hot as the lightbulb, and he was sweating. Looking down, he saw the drops collecting next to his favourite mug, and the salty water was burning the small cut in his forehead. He picked up the mug and took a sip of hot tea. It was relaxing, but nowhere near relaxing enough.

Finally, he looked across the table at his cabinet.

"Gentlemen, Ladies, I'm sure you all know of our little foul-up.
What we've managed to do, thanks to pressure from international polotics - but also myself, I'm afraid - is declare, prematurely, hostilities to a group of nations which we are now indirectly allied with through the ADAN"

His Prime Minister wore the same look. He had looked long and hard at the collection of yellow post-it-notes in front of him, and decided to speak up.

"We've gone and fucked it up on a global scale because the members of the cabinet were jumpy"

"Precisely, Harry. What could we do?"

"I think that it is almost better to appear evil than imcompetent. All we can do is continue to stand with our strongpoint, although now, ironically, it's changed"

The Minister of the Interior spoke out in his soft voice.

"I've always said be cautious. I never wanted this"

"Don't we all know it"

"But, fearing the rest of you would do this, I have a very simple solution"

"What?"

"Ignore everything"

"We are supposed to be apologising"

"A nation of four billion apologising meekly in the face of what is fast becoming a nuclear war? You know what they say. The best form of defence is attack. We just have to be strong, always have a firm aim, and ride it out. Be friendly by being strong. Fight fire with fire"

"I see your point. But the Londinians aren't going to be breaking out the Tequila to welcome us if we end up fighting with them.
That, and global-scale embarrasment never washes out"

"Please don't spoil the mood"

Antigr

23-05-2008, 16:59

OOC:

I never seem to get my facts right. Well, I did, but then they changed.

IC:

NCESC Command Centre Room, Outside Auston, Antigr

"For fuck's sake"

"What is it, sir?"

The Prime Minister's furrowed look had deepened to the point of where it was like his face was imploding upon itself. He held a piece of paper in his hand.

"ADAN politics. Again. Dephire, Carbandia, and seemingly Colstream and Asgarnieu have stepped in.
The Mandalore's head is been slowly kicked in and Greston is next in line to the boot. Our position changes, again.

We are in this conflict but our entry point doesn't seem valid any more...however, operatives in the PROHT have reported a brigade of Hurtian raiders engaging in preperations to depart.
This means a new, more valid, more delicate reason for war now, and the ADAN may be getting dragged in.

The ADAN conference ended up with the Dephirians not siding with anyone except themselves and want to create a third side for a reason that doesn't bloody exist anymore"

"Nothing ever goes simply. At least the Hurtians are in a more embarrasing position than us if things turn again, which, may I add, they will"

"I need a massage. At this point, it'd be like trying to release the tension in a fridge door"

"I really feel embarrased at this point. Bloody multinational politics"

Rosdivan

23-05-2008, 18:38

As the British Londinium missiles rose forth towards the heavens, patient sensors begin recording their journey. Small satellites filled with antennas and recording devices monitored the flashes of radio traffic as other parties realized that the strike had been launched and was headed towards them. As the orders to intercept the strike were transmitted from ground headquarters to the orbital interceptors, they too were intercepted and recorded. Not for any particular purpose or malice, but simply because that was the duty of the small ELINT satellites.

Bright lines of heat were recorded by the original sensors as space based interceptors accelerated to impact the accelerating missiles before they could release their deadly payloads. Some minutes later, similar sensors recorded the launches and collisions of ground based interceptors with the nuclear warheads before they rained down on the targeted cities. This data would eventually find itself back on the ground in Rosdivan, in several databases. Uses could ways be found for this information.

OOC: Setting up the stage for something else...

The Far Echo Islands

23-05-2008, 22:19

OOC: backtracking a little bit…

Fritzoian Airspace, Inbound to Fritzoia Int’l Airport.

“Cleared to –“ said the tower, cut off suddenly by an unseen force.

“Fritzoia Tower, respond!” called the lead F-22 pilot.

Nothing came back.

The was an eerie moment of silence in every Echo Islander’s mind that was in that Fritzoian sky where it was realized that everything was not all right and something had just gone horribly wrong but no one could possibly know what. Despite engine and air noise and radio static, time stopped for a second. The world fell silent.

And then there was a whisper.

C-130’s suddenly exploded into little drops like water when someone splashes it.

“Brea—“ called the lead pilot of the formation, then cut off as a SAM cut him down as well.

AAA perforated the air like inverted rain. As F-22’s scrambled to doge it, bloody hell unfolded below. The C-130’s twisted and rolled in uncouth ways as gravity overpowered lift and the grey wings were opened up to look like giant impossible cheese graters. The three tanker planes exploded in brilliant colors and the Concord on which Lee Jackson Davis had been flying lost power as rounds cut down the jets. Some of the crews had been ready to parachute out just in case, and there was a seen of clear plastic parachutes opening, nearly invisible, as they jumped out, far to spread out to be anything effective. The jumping soldiers and flight crews formed a 20 mile line out into the ocean right up to the airport. The Concord jet crash landed on its belly on the battered tarmac.

OOC:
Easier to post remains than causalities.

20 C-130’s still airworthy and undamaged
50 F-22’s
3,587 troops still alive somewhere within 20 miles of the Fritzoia Int’l Airport.

OOC2: yea, I really can’t do much for or against the nuke thing, so I’m not gona waste my time writing for it.

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