NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: Obviously this is the thread for the Grestonian part of the current events unfolding in the Med. This is only open to those already involved and those invited and none else. The first few posts are reserved for me and Picts and I am assuming that the Cottish bombing has been retconned for now so I am using the Union Square base. I am hope I am correct in doing so but if not tell me so that I can edit accordingly. Also I referred to the arrival of Alogorthian troops, Alogor aloud me to do so for we are closely allied but he said himself he sucks at RPing and doesn’t want to get into a war.

IC:

To the fanfare of the Imperial Horse Guard their namesake thundered past the Grestonian infantry who looked slightly baffled as cavalry trotted down their barracks and churned the dirt on their parade ground. Seven thousand of horse, in four regiments cascaded over the ground their banners and armor shining in the setting sun. Sabers and lances were well in evidence, and as the color guard slowly trotted to a halt, the first of the officers dismounted.

“Colonel Saxewheeler a pleasure,” one of the cavalrymen stuck out his hand to an apparently ranked Grestonian officer. “Eleventh heavy cavalry, Waldenburger of course.”

“Pleasure,” the Grestonian replied back as he shook the man’s hand in a rather amused manner. “Move your armored units to the motor pool, and come meet the general staff.”

“Armored units?” It was the colonel’s turn to look bemused, “weren’t you listening? Eleventh cavalry.” Apparently the armies were few and proud were gathering.

And it was true. Colonel Richard Baugchet was the leader of the proud men who had come to call the Union Square Military Fort home. The Colonel had his place and his place was to command the 135,000 Grestonian soldiers sent to the eastern border to eradicate a problem called East Partha.

The soldiers stationed in Union Square were constantly kept in the loop and were constantly being informed about minor happenings and events that involved the fort in some slight detail. What they were recently informed about was that the Sun International Naval vessels had arrived and would be stationed at a sister fort of the Union Square, the Sun Valley Docks.

The docking station had been erected shortly after the square but was not as widely publicized so it was almost completely unknown to the outside world besides the few proud nations who pledged help to Greston.

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The 200,000 Alogorthian Corps strode through the already dismantled parade field and stopped short of the Color Guard of Jacob Ronnet. Their entrance, though not as grand as the one of the Waldenburger men, was well met with 300 men holding up flags of the Alogorthian Republic, Greston, Waldenburger, and other MU members as well as battle flags.

Colonel Ronnet stretched out his hand in greeting and the lead Alogorthian soldier did the same. The Colonel gave a firm shake and the Alogor began to speak.

“When?”

The Colonel burrowed his eyebrows in confusion and the Alogor took note of it.

“When do we attack, squire?”

“Ah. That my friend is a secret.”

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The days of fighting approached but the Grestonian soldiers near the Pictish base continued to train and get ready for battle. It wouldn’t have been a surprise if the Pictish attacked so defenses were always kept on the ready and SAM systems always kept a close watch of the sky when ever possible.

The troops were going around their daily routines when the message came in. After it was acknowledged by the rest of the fort the place was overwhelmed with movement and people were going everywhere. The place was filled with pandemonium until the smoothbores of 100 Grestonian Jaguar MBTs rolled in over the hill.

The corps took it as their time to leave and they were off. The Grestonian Infantry took up their marching formations with the Waldenburger calvary in front of them with the tanks at the very front of the formation.

“You have your horse and I have mine,” called out Colonel Baugchet as he jumped upon the back of one of the MBTs which was in front of Colonel Saxewheeler.

They practically flew through the six and a half mile distance leaving over half a mile of distance to eat up. And then, 400 ft away from the enemy base, they stopped and the Colonel alone stepped forward. He tookout a speaker and screamed out into it.

“In the name of legality the Imperial Republic of Greston requests that the illegally established base on this Grestonian soil be immediately relinquished back to Grestonian custody. We are wary to use force but will if must. As of now this is on peaceful terms that we wish you leave.

But 335,000 guns advise you to accept and go.”

9:00 AM, 10 KM of the Southern Grestonian Coast

Like mighty silver arrows, the Volzgradien 8th and 2nd fleets sped through the shining water. The sea had been calm today, unlike the furious and raging storms that had battered the Volzgradien ships the day before. The 2 fleets sent to aid Greston were polar opposites of each other in military roles. the 8th fleet was a proud and mighty battle group, with massive battleships easily capable of annihilating opposing fleets. The 2nd fleet on the other hand was a marine and amphibious warfare heavy battle group. Combined, the Volzgradiens had 5 battleships, 15 cruisers, 20 destroyers, 2 aircraft carriers, and 5 super-heavy transports. The Volzgradien's plan was simple, the 8th fleet would destroy any opposing vessels near Greston, while the 2nd fleet's 15th Marine Regiment would help the Grestonians to dislodge the invaders.

Despite their previous hostility, Greston and Volzgrad now stood united. Together, they would crush any foe who dared to invade them.

9:10 AM, Southern Grestonian Coast

"Go,Go,Go!" shouted Lt. Kabanov as the neat and orderly ranks of Volzgradien marines scrambled onto the Sun Valley Docks. Countless grey and gold greatcoated marines marched in tune of the Volzgradien anthem down the steep ramps of the hulking troop transports. To his left, Kabanov could see dozens of BMP-77s and T-80s driving toward Union Square base; their rendezvous point. "Delta Company, shift right" roared Colonel Skrazinkski as he waved his sword. Like a well oiled machine the Volzgradien marines turned and continued marching toward Union Square base. After a few more minutes of well ordered marching, the marines reached the area designated Union Squared base. Already, several Combat engineer units were scrambling to establish a base of operations for the coming marines. Upon orders, Lt. Kabanov and his platoon broke off the march and headed toward their shanty barracks.

The Greal navy was coming to the Grestonian's aid. The 5th fleet, had one supercapital ship, four battleships, four battle carriers, five escort carriers, eleven submarines, thirteen frigates, thirty five destroyers, and one hundred other ships such as logistics, and oilers. The navy had improvise since communists were rebelling back in Greal. The Grestonians wanted six hundred thousand men, the navy managed to get only four hundred thousand men. Manpower was short since the communist war was diverting Greal troops back home. Half of these men were marines and reservists.

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"Well? How many?"

"Four hundred thousand."

"Daniel, you and I both know the Grestonians wanted six hundred thousand. Why only four hundred thousand?"

"Manpower is short, and we had to activate some reservists. they are better then nothing."

"True, true. You sent a message to the Grestonians that we are in our way?"

"Yes."

"Good Daniel, good luck to you, their enemies are nothing like I ever seen."

OOC: Sorry for the short post. Yes, Greston invited me.

Before the palace stood 10,000 Roman Legionnaires who would be sent to assist Greston in their conflict. Emperor Quaeus stepped out onto the balcony which gave him a perfect view of the thousands of troops assembled on the parade ground. The soldiers brought fisted hands to their heart and shouted in unison: "Hail Caesar! We who are about to die salute thee!" Emperor Quaeus smiled and waved them to dismissal as he spoke into the microphone. "Romans! Country men! Today you embark into a theater of war for the first time in your lives. Your cause there is to aid and protect our friends of Greston who fight to protect their families, their homelands, and their honor. Be proud. For someday the sons of your Grestonian comrades will say, "My father fought alongside brave and courageous Romans. Romans who died to protect me and my country."

He paused and took a breath, viewing of the Romans before him. "Some of you will return home. But unlike the Ryou-Roman War we will not come out victorious but unscathed. But when your adrenaline is pumping, and your foe lies before you. Remember that you are a Roman! A descendant of the great Emperors who conquered and subjugated half of the known world! And know that this man, one who seeks to take your life, is the descendant of a man who kissed the ground that Roman's walked on!"

The soldiers erupted in cheers and Emperor Quaeus added into the microphone: "Ad Victoriam!", which brought the soldiers to more cheers before he stepped back into the palace.

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The Spada Kraken Class Trimaran Super Dreadnaught would act as the capital ship in the conflict. It would lead three Empire and two Pulse class aircraft carriers. Two Chieftain, two Orca, and one Lord class battleships. Five Hunter, four Defiance, and three Paladin class submarines. Five Vanguard Class, and three Dragon Class destroyers. And Six Warhammer and seven Sachsen class Frigates. There were also three Wasp and four Invader class landing crafts amongst the Fleet. These ships carried tons of supplies and vehicles. And the aircraft carriers were loaded to nearly their extent in aircraft capable of being carried.

The Fleet was making their way to Greston. They journey would be long but the men were ready to endure time to test themselves in combat.

The first few posts are reserved for me and Picts and I am assuming that the Cottish bombing has been retconned for now so I am using the Union Square base.
OOC: Since it doesn't appear that anyone in the Mediterranican alliance can read, I'll throw myself in as well. Oh and Greston: Nice godmod from taking 100,000+ losses. Real smooth.[/sarcasm] Unfortunately, you're SOL.


Following the Grestonian noise-making and saber-rattling against Nova Pictavia, a close and favored ally of the Realm of Cotland, the Realm decided to take pre-emptive action in order to stop the warmongering and rather rude Grestonians once and for all. Therefore, a flight of forty supersonic Blackadder MSE.2 maritime strike bombers were streaking through the skies at Mach 2, burning fuel like crazy as they moved into the area of operations quickly, approaching from the north. Remaining in international airspace throughout the flight within the area of operations, the Blackadders quickly came within range of their deadly payload of LBM.20 Imsdal hypersonic cruise missiles. One thousand kilometers out, never straying within any nation's territorial airspace, the strike group began releasing their weapons.

The Imsdal cruise missiles were hypersonic weapons with a maximum engagement range of 1 200 kilometers, relying on GPS coordinates for guidance, meaning that any electronic warfare efforts against the missiles would be futile. Each Blackadder bomber carried six of these missiles, which had served the Cottish Military with distinction since the mid-1990s, and each missile was designed to attack the same area. The missiles were released at an altitude of 10 000 meters and dropped about one hundred meters before the solid-fuel booster ignited, sending the missiles streaking forward and upward, climbing to 25 000 meters and increasing speed to Mach 3.8, the cruise speed when at altitude. Within two minutes, all missiles had been released and the Blackadders turned back, returning to their bases at Mach 2, confident that the missiles would hit home and cause widespread destruction against the Grestonians.

The Imsdal missiles were moving quickly towards their target, the so-called Union Square base, with quite a bit of spacing between each themselves in order to prevent them from crashing into each other in mid-flight. The missiles would quickly appear on Grestonian radars, showing as moving towards Union Square from the sea and not from Pictish airspace, meaning that they couldn't use this as an excuse for an attack on Nova Pictavia.

A total of 240 Imsdal missiles were moving towards Union Square, of which 200 were of the F variant which carried 140 incendiary submunitions filled with Northick II, an improved variant of the venerable Napalm concotion which was guaranteed to cause widespread fires throughout the base. 30 of the missiles were of the C variant which carried a 317.5 kilogram penetrating blast-fragmentation warhead tasked with penetrating command bunkers, ammunition bunkers, fuel depots and equipment hangars in order to destroy the things therein, and the remaining 10 were the most devious: They were loaded with VX nerve gas designed to kill whoever survived the firestorm that was sure to be created.

As the missiles approached Union Square, the missiles began their terminal dive which incidentally increased the speed of the Imsdal missiles to Mach 7, meaning that any point defense weaponry Union Square might possess would have a very difficult time intercepting the fast-moving missiles. The Imsdal-C missiles were tasked to hit first, followed by the Imsdal-F missiles, which a few minutes later when the fires erupted around the base would be followed by the VX-carrying Imsdal missiles which released their deadly nerve gas payload 200 meters over the base, creating a thick and sticky rain of nerve gas that would burn through any exposed skin and kill every living thing out there. Those lucky(?) few 100 000 Grestonians didn't immediately burn to a crisp would experience that rather uncomfortable feeling of their skin and internal organs melting them to death.

The Cottish strike might seem somewhat brutal, but the choice was between this or thermonuclear weapons. Naturally, the Cottish decided on the thing that would cause the most damage without provoking a direct nuclear exchange. That would probably constitute the second strike.

"What the hell? Is this thing broken?" asked Lt. Kursikov as several red dots appeared on the radar screen. He continued to watch, dumbfounded as yet more of the small red dots flew into the screen. "Hey Sacha, you might want to look at this" yelled Kursikov as an almost uncountable amount of red dots filled half of his radar screen. Behind him, Kursikov could hear his fellow radar operator scramble toward his terminal. "What did you fin-. Wow..." mumbled Sacha as he gazed at the amount of rapidly incoming missiles. "Shit, call the Colonel, we have to get the hell out of here!" shouted Sacha as he grabbed the radio next to him.

"Shit are you sure?!" roared Colonel Skrazinkski as he took in the recently arrived news from the radar station. Immediately, he grabbed his radio and put it so that all soldiers in the camp could hear. "This is Colonel Skrazinkski to all units, pull back to checkpoint Alpha, all countermeasure units are to remain behind and destroy incoming cruise missiles," he shouted into the radio somewhat calmly. Like rats escaping from a sinking ship, countless Volzgradien soldiers fled the camp in a massive horde. Most would make it, but many at the camp were less hopeful.

"I want all countermeasures online now! EMP, chain guns, UCAVS, anything that can shoot those bastards down! roared Skrazinkski as he and his command squad drove away in a BMP-77. Despite almost certain death, several anti-aircraft tanks and EMP launcher units volunteered to remain behind. In one massive symphony of fire they unloaded all they had toward the incoming missiles. Torrents of bullets and EMP rockets flew through the air , destroying countless of the missiles. Despite their efforts, countless missiles remained to unload their deadly and fiery cargo.

In one single blinding flash of flame, the camp simply disintegrated. Even though the majority of its inhabitants survived. Many simply disappeared in a massive fireball.