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The Griffincrest Eighth Fleet sailed out over the open seas towards the Allanean colony of New Knetucky, a large, isolated island of ten million sitting out in the middle of the vast ocean of NS Earth. It's main export was lumber, and was thus of little material value to the Corporation, but its seizure would serve to show the Allaneans and their Coalition that Griffincrest was far, far from being defeated, and was still quite capable of striking back.

The fleet, a standard dreadnought centric fleet surrounded in size order by battleships and carriers all the way down to the thousands of Um al Maradim fast assault craft in the outer ring, steamed proudly towards their target. Two hundred thousand mercenaries sat within the bowels of their vessels, preparing to surge forth onto the beach of the island and take it quickly, hopefully to take some of the pressure off of the attack they faced at home. Depending on their success here, they might move on to another colony. Than again, they might not, who knows.

They all knew one thing though, they had to take New Kentucky for all of their fallen brothers in arms, not just at the battlefield off of the Confederate coast, but all over the world.

The Allaneans, of course, detected the invading fleet on satellite. The troops were put on maximum readiness, and Allanea's allies were alerted. However, not a ship would leave harbor. The Allaneans decided to wait until the enemy would enter a 3,500 km range from their colony, or until help would arrive – whatever came first.

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OOC: Ralkovia, hop on in

IC:

The Griffincrest fleet was nearing their Khan launch range, but before that, Griffincrest would launch their fourth, or was it fifth, orbital strike on whatever had managed to avoid destruction in the last assaults. It was truly a miracle that they had things still in space, but no matter, it would not be there for long. Dozens of armed Soyuz vessels solemnly made their way the the vast blackness before coming within range of the Allanean satellites and firing away. Hundreds of missiles made their way through the nothingness and would soon be making impact with the surviving remnants of the Allanean orbital system.

That simply would not do. For every Soyuz system, the Allaneans fielded a powerful, advanced craft - either Gorgon or a Wellington per enemy Soyuz system. Even as the elderly, Soviet-designed craft moved in for the kill, the light, heavily armed Allanean craft fired up their automatic cannon and fired their guided, space-to-space kinetic kill missiles.

From the ground, in Liberty-City, a salvo of several hundred Brilliant Pebble missiles was unleashed in the meanwhile against Blackhelmian satellites.

TO: Allanea Government
FROM: The Allied States of Northam-York, Prime Minister Edward Daniel.

Even though we're a small and young nation compared to you, I would like to commit a small but powerful task force to aid you in the defence of your colony. I would like to dispatch a number of submarines with cruise missile capabilities as well as a small number of Ghost Stalkers (Commandoes) to help aid you in the fight.

I can understand if you denie the aid.

Official Allanean Reply

Your help is welcome.

The Allanean Gorgons were something that Griffincrest Orbital Commanders had hoped for. As they began to show themselves against the Soyuz's, dozens of solar sailors, specifically redesigned to fight this vessel in particular, began to leave their moors and drift across the vast expanse to make contact with the Allanean vessels. Their railguns and missiles were prepared, and in a few moments, the Allaneans would lose whatever was left of their orbital corps.

As the solar-sail craft appeared, thE Allaneans paid them no heed, instead choosing to fire their weapons not at the ships themselves, but at their prominent and indefensible sails.

As the Allaneans closed, thousands upon thousands of shells of varying calibers came tearing from the massive space barges, ripping through the emptyness for the Allaneans. The sails were lost, of course, but this was expected. These were, after all, war ships, and this was to be expected. For this situation, the sailor carried two extra sails, which would easily be erected within minutes. At the loss of this sail, the auxillary one was simply set up, and the ships continued on their way.

The Griffincrest orbital fleet was now faced with the overwhelming power of Izistan and ZMI. They had to stand down.

Back on Earth however, the Eighth Fleet was nearing New Kentucky. The targetting and identified the Allanean cruiser groups in the area, and targetted them for a three hundred missile Khan strike. The first shots of this theater were now released.

300 miles from New Kentucky
The 3rd NAF was steaming ahead at full speed, Admiral Longo headed down to the CIC to try to contact the base on New Kentucky.
In the CIC admiral, Longo posted this message to the Forces on New Kentucky.

“This is Admiral Longo with the Royal Imbrinium Navy, My fleet the 3rd NAF Heavy is 300 miles from your island we request instructions on landing and or docks on the island to land marines to reinforce your island. The combat ships in my fleet not on protection duty will assist the Allanean navy in defense of this island. Await your reply”

Encrypt that and send it sailor. Aye sir.

The Allanean ABM system took down some of the KHans, but it wasn't enough. The docked Allanean ships were utterly destroyed.

IT was now only up to the Imbrinians and other allies to defend the penninsula.

OOC: Hey Allanea whats your orbat for new kentucky

OOC: about a dozen destroyers

OOC: what about on the ground and i need to know who's in command there please

OOC: Imbrinium, what is the distance between us?

Admiral longo walked down to the CIC of his flagship.

“bring up all the ships in the fleet I want to talk to them”

“Attendtion all ships this is the admiral longo range radar has picked up an enemy fleet closing on New Kentucky, we at this time have had no word from forces on new Kentucky the 4th NAF will affect a combat landing on new Kentucky with the MPFF. The rest of the ships in the fleet will engage the enemy fleet to buy us some time to setup. In two hours, I want the two SAG and HSAG to break off and head to engage the enemy fleet. The NAF will support you from new Kentucky as best we can. God speed and good hunting, admiral out.”

“ I want a fly over of new Kentucky ASAP I want some recon of what where headed into.”

Aye sir.

“Sir Admiral Manna is on the horn sir”

Longo “put him loud speaker”

Aye sir.

“Admiral Manna this Admiral Longo how you doing old boy?”

“Well it’s the old man himself I’m doing good longo and you?”

“ Well just picked up the enemy and moving on new Kentucky, your late as usual.”

“ Never sir, just on time as always.” “Do you have any orders for my fleet Sir?”

“ Maybe where the hell you old chap?”

“ Where about 500 NM northwest of you sir”

“Contact me when you get closer I may need your aircraft.”

“Right oh sir Manna out”

OOC: 3rd NAF is about 200 NM north of new kentucky so add to how many mile you are from there i'd like to know to so throw me that info back to me some i can adjust my ships

OOC: you want to say we are like 800 km apart?

OOC: sounds ok to me

From the command deck of the NFS Resolve, Fleet Admiral Tao surveyed the surrounding ocean, and was pleased. For miles in every direction, ships large and small dotted the waters. These were not just any ships, they were HIS ships, and the feeling was exhilarating.

As he looked out over the water, the Admiral's thoughts drifted to the past. The last time Tao saw battle, he commanded but a single ship, a small cog in a vast fleet warring against the forces of GASN. Admiral Chin, his commanding officer, won great glory and honor on the battlefield, and was celebrated as a hero throughout the nation. Now it was Tao's turn to prove his worth to the Empire, and reap the rewards.

Tao was somewhat perturbed to have to play catch-up with his Confederate allies, but found solace in the fact his late arrival would likely result in fewer casualties among his men. As he rehashed his plans in his head, a young Lieutenant interrupted.

"Admiral, the lead elements of the fleet have reached waypoint echo, sir. What are your orders?"

"Very well. Notify the fleet that we will proceed as planned. Notify submarine squadrons 3, 5, and 6 that they are authorized to detach from the fleet, and wish them good hunting"

"Aye, sir"

With that said, the Imperial Armada continued to steam towards the Allanean colony while three submarine squadrons spread out to hinder the progress of any enemy fleets moving to reinforce the Allaneans.

OOC: Is this thread using the same OOC thread?

The Griffincrest F-14 Tomcats began to take to the skies as the enemy fleet came within eight hundred kilometers, flying high above their carriers prepared to engage any and every threat the fleet from Imbrinium could throw at them.

"Fleet of Imbrinium,
This is the Griffincrest Eighth Fleet. Stand down or be destroyed, this is your only warning"

As the message was sent, over a thousand Cormorant missiles began to target the various ships in the enemy fleet.