Gataway
01-08-2008, 03:27
0200AM Skies over and seas below Zambisanian sea
The dull roar of jet engines fell softly on the sea below as more than fifty high altitude B-2 stealth bombers and four GL-113 Ankirat heavy bombers along with other strike craft and fighter escort roared towards the small Grestonian colony of Serstabele. Behind them transport craft with more fighter escort awaiting to seize the islands in the archipelago
An Imperial fleet also cut through the dark yet calm waters of the Zambisanian sea with a complement of over 200 strike craft and 8,000 Imperial Marines which would arrive roughly an hour after the strike craft had made their runs.
Silently approaching from the depths were two dozen attack submarines aimed at targeting ports and ships docked in harbor
The official order for the beginning of hostilities against the nation of Greston had been secretly issued by the Imperial Government some three hours ago and this the first strike wave broken into four separate air wings and an airborne invasion followed by the marine landings.
Each air strike would be thirty minutes apart aimed at the total destruction of the small Grestonian colony amd was now only one hour from their first assigned targets.
The first wave codenamed “Raiders” was to strike ports, airfields and military structures.
The second “Spartan” force would target military structures, power plants, and major roadways.
The Third and fourth waves “Reapers” and “Widowmakers” would target cities directly with napalm, cluster munitions, high explosive ordnance and even fuel air bombs..this would make it painfully clear to the Grestonian government that occupation was not the aim of the Imperial Kingdom rather that annihilation was the only way the Imperial Kingdom would be dealing with Grestonians.
Secure Radio Transmission:
This is Raider1 to Death Dealer request final authorization code for mission launch ETA to target fourty-five minutes and closing I say again request final authorization code for mission launch ETA to target fourty-five minutes and closing over
Raider1 this is Death Dealer mission authorization code zero-zero-seven-one….again mission authorization code zero-zero-seven-one over
Roger that Death Dealer Raider1 carrying out strike…see you back at base in a couple hours out
The first strike wave roared towards their targets bomb hatches began to open and in a matter of seconds a wave of strike missiles was off bound for the first southern most ports and airfields along Serstabele
Secure radio transmission:
Raider1 to Death dealer strike underway out
The GL-113 Ankirats lined up their bombardier crosshairs and let loose dropping their massive payloads a mix of high explosives and bunker busting capable bombs on airfield runways and hangers and an assortment of military structures below
At the same time dozens of F15-E Strike eagles soared down targeting Anti-Air defenses, communication networks and soft military targets
The First wave had let loose the hounds of war…the rest were close behind
Back in the Imperial Homeland:
Open Transmission to the Government of Greston:
For too long have we sat idle letting you strong arm other nations into obedience, create chaos and destroy regional stability, you are a cancer that must be removed and thrown out. Serstabele will be a burning Ashland within a matter of hours and this is what will await your homeland should you not agree to terms and step down from power.
There will be no quarter given to your wounded, no prisoners will be taken from the battlefield, no man, woman nor child will be spared from the fires which will sweep across your lands this ultimatum will be your only chance for mercy. Heed this warning, surrender now or smolder away to ashes. You have twenty four hours to comply and not a second more…the clock is ticking.
Under the authority of:
Lord and Supreme Authority over all of the Imperial Kingdom and her domains
Emperor Tharo Sinakus I
As the first wave began to withdraw the second hit almost immediately letting loose another wave of missiles and bombs as if the heavens themselves had began to rain down upon the tiny island… Power plant workers, airfield crews, and motorists trapped on roadways suddenly found themselves under an assault as the sounds of explosions tore through the quiet early morning air and pummeled the earth…
As quickly as the attacks had occurred suddenly they stopped as the second wave withdrew…only to be followed shortly by another series of explosions as now the sea sprang to life as a salvo of cruise missiles streaked across the sky obliterating their targets shortly thereafter.
Ships moored at anchor or getting underway soon found themselves too under attack as missiles streaked in just above the waterline slamming into the ships tearing gaping holes which soon swallowed up massive amounts of sea water like drains
While others found themselves victim to merciless torpedo attacks ripping hulls in two….on the horizon a fleet of ships approached it would not be long before Serstabele felt the wrath of the Imperial Kingdom
The third and fourth combined waves also now streaked through the skies as metropolitan centers came into crosshairs bombardiers unleashed their deadly instruments without hesitation as apartment complexes and businesses suddenly found themselves a blaze as napalm strikes rained down upon town after town….
Hospitals, parks, schools, neighborhoods nothing was spared from the explosions and flames as strike planes swooped in like eagles grabbing helpless prey, strafing long lines of traffic with 30mm cannon and rocket fire.
Finally the drone of lower flying propeller aircraft beat down upon the battered landscape soon the sky was full of slips as the Imperial airborne regiments began their deployment…in a small town a young Gestonian boy watched in awe standing in front of the smoldering embers which had once been his home, as the paratroopers slowly glided down from the sky they seemed angelic almost….
The boy no more than eight years of age stood still as two troopers made their way towards him, they paused briefly a few feet from the boy looking at each other
“Take no prisoners…we have our orders.”Said one of the unknown men as he reached towards his belt.
Mere seconds later there was a loud bang as the forty five caliber bullet tore through the air and into the young boy’s skull, his body fell over like a rag doll twitching on the side of the road as the life ran out of him into a pool along the side of the road….the paratrooper placing his sidearm back in its holster moved on not looking back, having no remorse.
Over the Horizon the fleet continued to press forward eager to enter the fight.
The dull roar of jet engines fell softly on the sea below as more than fifty high altitude B-2 stealth bombers and four GL-113 Ankirat heavy bombers along with other strike craft and fighter escort roared towards the small Grestonian colony of Serstabele. Behind them transport craft with more fighter escort awaiting to seize the islands in the archipelago
An Imperial fleet also cut through the dark yet calm waters of the Zambisanian sea with a complement of over 200 strike craft and 8,000 Imperial Marines which would arrive roughly an hour after the strike craft had made their runs.
Silently approaching from the depths were two dozen attack submarines aimed at targeting ports and ships docked in harbor
The official order for the beginning of hostilities against the nation of Greston had been secretly issued by the Imperial Government some three hours ago and this the first strike wave broken into four separate air wings and an airborne invasion followed by the marine landings.
Each air strike would be thirty minutes apart aimed at the total destruction of the small Grestonian colony amd was now only one hour from their first assigned targets.
The first wave codenamed “Raiders” was to strike ports, airfields and military structures.
The second “Spartan” force would target military structures, power plants, and major roadways.
The Third and fourth waves “Reapers” and “Widowmakers” would target cities directly with napalm, cluster munitions, high explosive ordnance and even fuel air bombs..this would make it painfully clear to the Grestonian government that occupation was not the aim of the Imperial Kingdom rather that annihilation was the only way the Imperial Kingdom would be dealing with Grestonians.
Secure Radio Transmission:
This is Raider1 to Death Dealer request final authorization code for mission launch ETA to target fourty-five minutes and closing I say again request final authorization code for mission launch ETA to target fourty-five minutes and closing over
Raider1 this is Death Dealer mission authorization code zero-zero-seven-one….again mission authorization code zero-zero-seven-one over
Roger that Death Dealer Raider1 carrying out strike…see you back at base in a couple hours out
The first strike wave roared towards their targets bomb hatches began to open and in a matter of seconds a wave of strike missiles was off bound for the first southern most ports and airfields along Serstabele
Secure radio transmission:
Raider1 to Death dealer strike underway out
The GL-113 Ankirats lined up their bombardier crosshairs and let loose dropping their massive payloads a mix of high explosives and bunker busting capable bombs on airfield runways and hangers and an assortment of military structures below
At the same time dozens of F15-E Strike eagles soared down targeting Anti-Air defenses, communication networks and soft military targets
The First wave had let loose the hounds of war…the rest were close behind
Back in the Imperial Homeland:
Open Transmission to the Government of Greston:
For too long have we sat idle letting you strong arm other nations into obedience, create chaos and destroy regional stability, you are a cancer that must be removed and thrown out. Serstabele will be a burning Ashland within a matter of hours and this is what will await your homeland should you not agree to terms and step down from power.
There will be no quarter given to your wounded, no prisoners will be taken from the battlefield, no man, woman nor child will be spared from the fires which will sweep across your lands this ultimatum will be your only chance for mercy. Heed this warning, surrender now or smolder away to ashes. You have twenty four hours to comply and not a second more…the clock is ticking.
Under the authority of:
Lord and Supreme Authority over all of the Imperial Kingdom and her domains
Emperor Tharo Sinakus I
As the first wave began to withdraw the second hit almost immediately letting loose another wave of missiles and bombs as if the heavens themselves had began to rain down upon the tiny island… Power plant workers, airfield crews, and motorists trapped on roadways suddenly found themselves under an assault as the sounds of explosions tore through the quiet early morning air and pummeled the earth…
As quickly as the attacks had occurred suddenly they stopped as the second wave withdrew…only to be followed shortly by another series of explosions as now the sea sprang to life as a salvo of cruise missiles streaked across the sky obliterating their targets shortly thereafter.
Ships moored at anchor or getting underway soon found themselves too under attack as missiles streaked in just above the waterline slamming into the ships tearing gaping holes which soon swallowed up massive amounts of sea water like drains
While others found themselves victim to merciless torpedo attacks ripping hulls in two….on the horizon a fleet of ships approached it would not be long before Serstabele felt the wrath of the Imperial Kingdom
The third and fourth combined waves also now streaked through the skies as metropolitan centers came into crosshairs bombardiers unleashed their deadly instruments without hesitation as apartment complexes and businesses suddenly found themselves a blaze as napalm strikes rained down upon town after town….
Hospitals, parks, schools, neighborhoods nothing was spared from the explosions and flames as strike planes swooped in like eagles grabbing helpless prey, strafing long lines of traffic with 30mm cannon and rocket fire.
Finally the drone of lower flying propeller aircraft beat down upon the battered landscape soon the sky was full of slips as the Imperial airborne regiments began their deployment…in a small town a young Gestonian boy watched in awe standing in front of the smoldering embers which had once been his home, as the paratroopers slowly glided down from the sky they seemed angelic almost….
The boy no more than eight years of age stood still as two troopers made their way towards him, they paused briefly a few feet from the boy looking at each other
“Take no prisoners…we have our orders.”Said one of the unknown men as he reached towards his belt.
Mere seconds later there was a loud bang as the forty five caliber bullet tore through the air and into the young boy’s skull, his body fell over like a rag doll twitching on the side of the road as the life ran out of him into a pool along the side of the road….the paratrooper placing his sidearm back in its holster moved on not looking back, having no remorse.
Over the Horizon the fleet continued to press forward eager to enter the fight.