Amazonian Beasts
27-10-2008, 09:16
Crimson Sands was a terror group had left their mark numerous times - a building destroyed, a town killed, innocents kidnapped and killed, a plane thrown to the sea. Enough to earn the ire of any civilization caring enough about its populace to draw eyes towards a cancer - and desire for its removal. Numerous nations had been afflicted by the tumor, and any democracy or fair government would be smart enough to act - one such as that controlling the nation of ViZion, a nation with a respectable reputation for fair ethics and good international practices. A terrorist organization deserving punishment, indeed.
When such a group gained the ire of a completely corrupt and out of control government like the one that organized the Amazonian Dominion was when things got slightly out of hand. Such organization didn't deserve punishment, not at all - it deserved complete and utter eradication with no holds barred, with complete and full prejudice and nothing held back. They were terrorists after all, just short of anarchists and among the elite ranks of those who deserved to be crushed under a government's big toe. Extermination on the lines of gophers was about all that awaited.
When a car bomb went off in Amazonia itself - the legislative capital of the Dominion - time was up for Crimson Sands. They'd crossed the line between being just your average terror ops to one that had a target on its back, and a multilateral one at that. Recruiting another nation was easy - ViZion had been hit enough times by the Sands to have the marker ready to highlight the group on every strategic military board across the nation.
A joint task force was quickly launched, consisting of two formidable war fleets and component formations towards the island of Shahira. The island was known as a bit of a tropical retreat, a resort spot for vacationing and home to the freethinking, the artisans, those looking to get away from the grind and those looking to profess ideas outside the box. Crimson Sands had established a nice little niche hidden away in the tropical forests of the small island and its component five surrounding islets, but AWACS was used for a reason.
At H-Hour of the operation to eradicate the terror organization, hundreds of attack aircraft took to the skies - fighter units, bomber craft, attack jets, missile bodies, AWACS craft to keep an eye on the coming victims, ELINT units to take care of electronics. Sea-launched cruise missiles flew at speeds exceeding Mach 1 as the air flotilla reached targeting range, racks upon racks of missile and bombing ordinance slinging the rows of hardpoints and bombing bays of each attack aircraft.
The skies filled with jet trails and missile bodies as bomber units let fly with several dozen weapons to join the collaboration of conventional cruise missiles flying from ballistic missile subs and surface units down on the pristine seas surrounding Shahira - an arm of death dealt to an Earthly Eden. But that Eden had been tainted by the snake, and here was man to deal with man's problems - in a way lacking discrimination in all forms.
The cruise missiles struck first. Explosion and fire rocked locales across the islands as hundreds of warheads struck, ripping apart vegetation and flattening huts and various other structures. Devastation grew as casualties mounted, point one of the mission a success - already the kills were coming in, the terrorists were receiving their righteous penalty for their deeds, the swift hand of judgment laying its verdict.
Phase two left a clear signal to all those who would interfere - as the ViZion jets and Amazonian units turned to head back to surface carrier units, a familiar sign of dominance rose from the islands. A massive shockwave ripped through the tropical forests of Sharhira, the surrounding islands swept up by massive waves and organic refuse blown into component atoms. Bodies unfortunate to be caught in the blast were torn to shreds instantly, not even a whisper around to be left for any now non-existent descendants. Huts and reinforced bunkers meant to withstand bunker-buster and other weaponry of high-tech, precision militaries were flattened, gutted by fire, and utterly hollowed out and converted into graves. Within were the cremated remains of any who had dared to stand.
What was left behind the fighters was a land of Hell, a land Satan himself would cringe at - lifeless, purged of organic life and wiped of anything that would even closely resemble habitability. Ares would turn away and weep, Odin would break down and sob from what was shown - a land so hostile it would stand out on the sands of Venus.
And what loomed behind the Amazonian and ViZion attack units showed true domination, a clear message to any terrorists - or others - who wanted to attempt any more acts of trickery. Clouds blown away from the shockwave that had transformed lush Shahira from tropical, liberal paradise to inorganic, lifeless wasteland now parted for a symbol the weak cowered from. A sinister, towering grey mushroom cloud - doubled upon doubled from the quantity of megaton nukes deposited on the heads of terrorists and otherwise - rose like a specter from a grave, the Reaper himself milling about the site of the kill as new souls ran to join Pluto in the realms of Tartarus.
Reporters were something that had always been allowed aboard Amazonian military operations, and a press conference was launched even before the jets landed back aboard the supercarrier Formidable. Standing before a crowd of reporters was Grand Admiral Suresh Rahimi, one of the elite naval commanders who had been tasked with this rather mundane operation of routine cleansing, and had done it in a spectacular way that would make the leaders of the Amazonian military blush with joy. And of course, reporters would be reporters.
The first question said too much: "Admiral, what affect do you believe the eradication of Crimson Sands will have?"
Rahimi responded flatly: "The ViZion-Amazonian effort will put a stop to the world's most pestering and consistent terror organization...and send a clear message to anyone that the leaders of the world are not playing around."
"Admiral, do you believe your approach was slightly heavy-handed?"
Rahimi glowered down from his podium on the deck: "Heavy-handed? We did what needed to be done and one more cancerous sore is gone to kill the innocent. How is that heavy-handed at all? We did our job, and now we are back to running the course of global defense and policing."
"But Admiral, the use of a single nuclear weapon - much less dozens of them-"
"Screw it," spat Rahimi. "Whatever is necessary will be deployed, and the fact that not a single serviceman from either ViZion or the Dominion was harmed during this operation is a testament to a perfectly-run operation."
"Admiral, forget about Shahira's near-permanent devastation - hundreds of global civilians were at the time using the island as a tropical vacation spot, retreat, and locale to simply escape the general haul of society. People were flexing their minds, stimulating ideas-"
"And promoting terror!" Rahimi almost shouted, his brow full of brick red fire. "We eliminated terrorists, no matter the cost - we are defending potentially millions, billions of future innocents, and you are concerned with the potential impact of a few hundred or thousand deaths out of the way! The nuclear payload that was unleashed did the damage needed, and Crimson Sands is forever wiped off the face of the Earth to harm the hair of one more man, woman or child! ViZion and Amazonia have cleansed the Earth of a dangerous threat - and we receive criticism for thanks! Look to life's good points, and see what you all have - than imagine it taken away! This interview is over."
Rahimi stormed off the podium as reporters collected final notes to report to news agencies worldwide about the nuclear devastation now collected behind the retreating joint armada of the two nations...and only time would tell of the international reaction.
OOC: Done with the permission of ViZion for a joint thread, go ahead and respond with whatever you like, I'm open.
When such a group gained the ire of a completely corrupt and out of control government like the one that organized the Amazonian Dominion was when things got slightly out of hand. Such organization didn't deserve punishment, not at all - it deserved complete and utter eradication with no holds barred, with complete and full prejudice and nothing held back. They were terrorists after all, just short of anarchists and among the elite ranks of those who deserved to be crushed under a government's big toe. Extermination on the lines of gophers was about all that awaited.
When a car bomb went off in Amazonia itself - the legislative capital of the Dominion - time was up for Crimson Sands. They'd crossed the line between being just your average terror ops to one that had a target on its back, and a multilateral one at that. Recruiting another nation was easy - ViZion had been hit enough times by the Sands to have the marker ready to highlight the group on every strategic military board across the nation.
A joint task force was quickly launched, consisting of two formidable war fleets and component formations towards the island of Shahira. The island was known as a bit of a tropical retreat, a resort spot for vacationing and home to the freethinking, the artisans, those looking to get away from the grind and those looking to profess ideas outside the box. Crimson Sands had established a nice little niche hidden away in the tropical forests of the small island and its component five surrounding islets, but AWACS was used for a reason.
At H-Hour of the operation to eradicate the terror organization, hundreds of attack aircraft took to the skies - fighter units, bomber craft, attack jets, missile bodies, AWACS craft to keep an eye on the coming victims, ELINT units to take care of electronics. Sea-launched cruise missiles flew at speeds exceeding Mach 1 as the air flotilla reached targeting range, racks upon racks of missile and bombing ordinance slinging the rows of hardpoints and bombing bays of each attack aircraft.
The skies filled with jet trails and missile bodies as bomber units let fly with several dozen weapons to join the collaboration of conventional cruise missiles flying from ballistic missile subs and surface units down on the pristine seas surrounding Shahira - an arm of death dealt to an Earthly Eden. But that Eden had been tainted by the snake, and here was man to deal with man's problems - in a way lacking discrimination in all forms.
The cruise missiles struck first. Explosion and fire rocked locales across the islands as hundreds of warheads struck, ripping apart vegetation and flattening huts and various other structures. Devastation grew as casualties mounted, point one of the mission a success - already the kills were coming in, the terrorists were receiving their righteous penalty for their deeds, the swift hand of judgment laying its verdict.
Phase two left a clear signal to all those who would interfere - as the ViZion jets and Amazonian units turned to head back to surface carrier units, a familiar sign of dominance rose from the islands. A massive shockwave ripped through the tropical forests of Sharhira, the surrounding islands swept up by massive waves and organic refuse blown into component atoms. Bodies unfortunate to be caught in the blast were torn to shreds instantly, not even a whisper around to be left for any now non-existent descendants. Huts and reinforced bunkers meant to withstand bunker-buster and other weaponry of high-tech, precision militaries were flattened, gutted by fire, and utterly hollowed out and converted into graves. Within were the cremated remains of any who had dared to stand.
What was left behind the fighters was a land of Hell, a land Satan himself would cringe at - lifeless, purged of organic life and wiped of anything that would even closely resemble habitability. Ares would turn away and weep, Odin would break down and sob from what was shown - a land so hostile it would stand out on the sands of Venus.
And what loomed behind the Amazonian and ViZion attack units showed true domination, a clear message to any terrorists - or others - who wanted to attempt any more acts of trickery. Clouds blown away from the shockwave that had transformed lush Shahira from tropical, liberal paradise to inorganic, lifeless wasteland now parted for a symbol the weak cowered from. A sinister, towering grey mushroom cloud - doubled upon doubled from the quantity of megaton nukes deposited on the heads of terrorists and otherwise - rose like a specter from a grave, the Reaper himself milling about the site of the kill as new souls ran to join Pluto in the realms of Tartarus.
Reporters were something that had always been allowed aboard Amazonian military operations, and a press conference was launched even before the jets landed back aboard the supercarrier Formidable. Standing before a crowd of reporters was Grand Admiral Suresh Rahimi, one of the elite naval commanders who had been tasked with this rather mundane operation of routine cleansing, and had done it in a spectacular way that would make the leaders of the Amazonian military blush with joy. And of course, reporters would be reporters.
The first question said too much: "Admiral, what affect do you believe the eradication of Crimson Sands will have?"
Rahimi responded flatly: "The ViZion-Amazonian effort will put a stop to the world's most pestering and consistent terror organization...and send a clear message to anyone that the leaders of the world are not playing around."
"Admiral, do you believe your approach was slightly heavy-handed?"
Rahimi glowered down from his podium on the deck: "Heavy-handed? We did what needed to be done and one more cancerous sore is gone to kill the innocent. How is that heavy-handed at all? We did our job, and now we are back to running the course of global defense and policing."
"But Admiral, the use of a single nuclear weapon - much less dozens of them-"
"Screw it," spat Rahimi. "Whatever is necessary will be deployed, and the fact that not a single serviceman from either ViZion or the Dominion was harmed during this operation is a testament to a perfectly-run operation."
"Admiral, forget about Shahira's near-permanent devastation - hundreds of global civilians were at the time using the island as a tropical vacation spot, retreat, and locale to simply escape the general haul of society. People were flexing their minds, stimulating ideas-"
"And promoting terror!" Rahimi almost shouted, his brow full of brick red fire. "We eliminated terrorists, no matter the cost - we are defending potentially millions, billions of future innocents, and you are concerned with the potential impact of a few hundred or thousand deaths out of the way! The nuclear payload that was unleashed did the damage needed, and Crimson Sands is forever wiped off the face of the Earth to harm the hair of one more man, woman or child! ViZion and Amazonia have cleansed the Earth of a dangerous threat - and we receive criticism for thanks! Look to life's good points, and see what you all have - than imagine it taken away! This interview is over."
Rahimi stormed off the podium as reporters collected final notes to report to news agencies worldwide about the nuclear devastation now collected behind the retreating joint armada of the two nations...and only time would tell of the international reaction.
OOC: Done with the permission of ViZion for a joint thread, go ahead and respond with whatever you like, I'm open.